>>40344217

“More leeches would be useful,” she notes, glancing back at you. She wipes her hands on her legs, stands, and goes to slip out of the room. “Ensure he doesn’t try to go anywhere,” Xan tells you, pointing an accusing claw at Lucifer before turning out into the hall.

You snigger to yourself at the comment. There’s no question of where Lucifer’s headed. He can barely lie down in a bed. You doubt he’s planning on getting up anytime soon. “Hey. Tatarans are supposed to be all into predicting the future and crap,” you say, watching the demon carefully.

“Many are,” he replies softly.

“Well, if you had to hypothetically predict somebody you might find, what kind of person do you think might be hypothetically predicted?” you ask. You’re not sure if you want to hear the answer, but you need to know if he knows something.

“A demon who watches the future is blind to the present,” says Lucifer. He draws his lips back slightly, revealing a line of many thin, straight teeth. “I expect to find those that find me.”

You get the hint that time. “So you think I found you, is that it? I thought you were here to represent your boss, not bomb people with haikus.”

“I see you also like to cut straight to the heart of things. The Archduke would take a liking to you,” says Lucifer, pausing and closing his eyes again. A moment passes in silence before he speaks again. “I have a secret. Would you like to hear it?”

This isn’t even a question. “Duh,” you say. “Why the hell are you even asking?”

“To build gravitas,” says Lucifer. “Some subjects demand special attention.”

>>40344225

“So?” you say, almost unable to remain seated any longer. Does he know who you are or what?

Lucifer answers slowly, with purpose. “There is something we have in common.”

There is a single lamp in the room, set on the nightstand by the bed. Its light is sufficient for the work you and Xan were doing earlier, but it leaves the corners and far edges of the wall dimly lit, with darkness in the cracks.

You feel it around you, tugging at the edges of your awareness. An indiscernible pull.

The darkness wavers almost imperceptibly, and you feel the influence shivering through your own shadow, giving you chills.

This could be a good thing, or it could be a bad thing.

>Feign ignorance
>>This supposed to be what we have in common?
>>Sweet mercy, you’re Verwelken?
>So I guess you saw how I got into your room.
>Cool.
>But you’re Tataran. I mean. I’m pretty sure some sunlight got on you.
>You know shadow magic?
>Are you here to invite me to the league of shadows or whatever, then?
>Other (?)

>>40344240
>So I guess you saw how I got into your room.
>Are you here to invite me to the league of shadows or whatever, then?

>>40344240
>So I guess you saw how I got into your room.
>Cool.

>>40344240
>So I guess you saw how I got into your room.
>Are you here to invite me to the league of shadows or whatever, then?
>Other: Is this some kind of 'collect them all' sort of deal for your boss?

>>40344240
>So I guess you saw how I got into your room.
>>Cool.

>>40344240
>ITS HABBENING
>So I guess you saw how I got into your room.

>>40344240
>So I guess you saw how I got into your room.
>But you’re Tataran. I mean. I’m pretty sure some sunlight got on you.
>Are you here to invite me to the league of shadows or whatever, then?

Somehow I'm getting the impression that this is going to negatively impact our road trip.

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>>40344225
>You get the hint that time.

I didn't.

>>40344240

>So I guess you saw how I got into your room.

>>40344240
>Are you here to invite me to the league of shadows or whatever, then?

>>40344388
I hope so.

>>40344397
He wasn't using future sight, which is the main shtick of the race we thought he was.

>>40344397

He hinted that you're someone he found. It's subtle.

>>40344240
>>Other (?)
wave at him with a little shadow
>Are you here to invite me to the league of shadows or whatever, then?

>>40344240
I got to sleep in and I'm waking up to hellborn quest? FUCK YEAH!
>You know shadow magic?

>>40344240
>>So I guess you saw how I got into your room.
>>Cool.
>Are you here to invite me to the league of shadows or whatever, then?

>>40344240
>Other (?)
"If you're Verwelken as well as Tataran, how did those chumps cage you? You probably could have gotten out anytime you wanted."

>>40344700
flood lights?

>>40344700
Probably had something to do with the whole room being filled with floodlights. Sierra gets some kind of defense against light by virtue of being part Infernus, which was further improved by that one VE/IN hybrid upgrade that lets us use our personal shadow under direct light.

>>40344700
There's a few reasons why he wouldn't be able to escape, the room was full of floodlights fucking with any Verwelken stuff he could do, he was extremely injured, and they probably kept him an eye on him the entire time.

>>40344700
He might just not have cornerstepping or other abilities that say "fuck you" to spatial constraints.

>>40344240
>>You know shadow magic?
>So I guess you saw how I got into your room.
>>Are you here to invite me to the league of shadows or whatever, then?

You feel your blood run cold. “So I guess this means you saw how I got into that room,” you say. If you weren’t in a rush you might have played it safer, but there’s nothing to do about it now.

“No, but Axos does enjoy the sound of his voice,” says Lucifer.

Is this guy Verwelken? Or does he just know shadow magic? You’re still uncertain, but he does know about you. “Are you here to invite me to the league of shadows or whatever, then?”

Lucifer seems to become more grave. “I do have an invitation to extend to you, yes,” he says simply.

An invitation? “Like. Yours, or Sulkrasph’s?”

“The Archduke’s,” he replies. “He appreciates those with potential and the will to use it.”

You think about this for a second. “Is this some kind of ‘gotta catch them all’ thing your boss has going on?” you ask.

“A succinct summation,” he agrees. “Hellborn of your caliber are a rare breed.”

“Wait. If you’re Verwelken, you could have just walked right out of there on your own,” you say. “Or... not?” You cast your mind back to the details of when you rescued Lucifer. Axos had him shut in a cage, surrounded by floodlights. The lights were meant for you, but they could have been hindering Lucifer’s escape just as much.

“Or not,” says Lucifer.

“But how did they even catch you?” you ask, frowning. “I mean. Bottling up a Verwelken’s not easy.” At least, you don’t think it is, not if they can pull more crap than you can.

“Mermenes aided Axos’s pack with the details,” he replies, “and I decided on discretion over valor. One does not nonchalantly reveal his bloodline to foes.”

“Okay, I’ll give you that one,” you say, “but you’re telling me you’re splitborn Tataran and Verwelken. You shouldn’t have any shadow powers at all. I mean, that’s just something about predenomination and the power of demon blood or whatever. It’s science.”

Lucifer turns his head to look at you, and opens his eyes just a crack. “Is it?”

>Well. Yeah.
>Isn’t it?
>Uh. No?
>What makes you so special?
>Other (?)

>>40344225
>To build gravitas

A Culture ship pokes in...

>>40345147
>>Well. Yeah.
>>Isn’t it?
>>What makes you so special?

>>40345147
>Well. Yeah.
>Isn’t it?

>>40345147
>Isn’t it?

>>40345189
Seconding.

I love Sierra being confused.

>>40345147
>>What makes you so special?
>>Why are you so cool? Not as cool us but still

>>40345147
>What makes you so special?

>>40345147

>Uh. No?
we actually only know what the hallows know about the topic. which may be quite little.

>>40345221
Coolness is reserved for allies. And Young Wolf.

>>40345147
>Isn’t it?
>What makes you so special?

>>40345147
I'm getting flashbacks to Isaac's shitty landmaster books.

We really need to have a talk with Isaac about trusting people to give correct information when it's in their best interests to lie.

>grumble about how Isaac needs to fix his library.

>>40345221
>>40345258
this

>>40345147
>"Okay, so, you're a Verwelken. Now, why shouldn't I just kill you?"

>>40345280
aka don't call him cool cause he's not

>>40345268
Well, it makes sense that what information of Verwelken exists is scarce and probably wrong.

>>40345282
...Fucking seriously? Lucifer ups and dies when it's just him and Sierra in a room alone together, and you think that no one would be the least bit suspicious?

>>40345282
Why the hell would we want to kill him?

>>40345282
Not the smartest write in I've ever seen.

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>>40345282
Not sure if you're dumb as hell or just trying to fuck with everyone else here...
I'm leaning towards the former, though.

>>40345388
Why not both?

>>40345282
you what m8

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>>40345282
>He's the emissary of our biggest ally in Halth
>Being Verwelken isn't a reason to kill someone (Sierra's a Verwelken, in case you forgot)
>We just went through a shitshow to rescue him

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>>40345282

>>40345147
I'm surprised he noticed that Sierra's hellborn. Most people seem to think she's full demon.

>>40345282
Now that's just dumb a hell.

>>40345447
Plus this dude is probably a good source of information on our Verwelken heritage, like Ranthix is to our Infernus heritage. Even if not mentor tier, he's the only other velk mix we've ever met. We can learn a lot from him.

>>40345480
Iptaph noticed almost immediately as well. It's easy when you know what to look for.

>>40345492
Speaking of mentors, we asked Waldo to show is the ropes on Belphegoran stuff a while ago and then we never did it.

>>40345282
Literally the worst suggestion so far in this quest.

>>40345147
>I need to stop taking Isaac's books at face value

>dude's name is about light and stuff
>has shadow powers
I bet his parents were having a giggle

>>40345147
>What makes you so special?
>What's so special about the Archduke? Why should I care about being a part of their collection?

No reason to reveal we're already someone's special assassin.

>>40345147
>Write in
Can we ask this question? With lots and lots of snark? >>40345581

“Well, yeah,” you say. But then you feel like you said the wrong thing. “I mean. Isn’t it?”

“It’s not,” he tells you.

“But... how?” you ask. “I mean. Not that that’s not cool, because it totally is, but....” You’re not sure if you can go into detail about the Hallows and stuff, since sometimes demons freak out when you get to that subject. But Isaac was pretty firm about it being impossible. And everything you’ve heard from Waldric and everybody else on the other side of the fence was right there with him.

“Safety can be as simple as convincing the world that you do not exist,” Lucifer explains. “Shadowbloods can threaten powerful interests, which would kindle wrath and fear toward us. The first among our kind decided it best to forgo this type of attention.”

You whistle. “That’s hardcore,” you say, seriously impressed. Shadowbloods all day. Or all night? (-3 Stress: 47)

“What is ‘hardcore’ is how you’ve somehow managed to go from nothing to winding this city and its inhabitants round your claw in nary a year’s time,” says Lucifer.

“What?” you ask, taken aback.

“Perhaps I should elaborate,” says Lucifer. “The Baron is your puppet and considers you a chief asset, you have a compliment of Thultal guarding you night and day, and you have Isaac Hallow waiting on you like you’re his own daughter. These are not the accomplishments of a faceless halfblooded orphan.”

>>40345961

“Uh.” It doesn’t sound exactly right to you – it sounds impressive when he puts it like that, but Lucifer is overestimating your accomplishments. It’s not like you’re issuing orders. And you definitely didn’t plan out where you are right now.

But there’s still the thing about how this guy knows a whole lot more than you think he should. Does Waldric have any idea about this?

“You are a big fish, and San Francisco is a small pond,” says Lucifer. “You will outgrow it.”

>Okay, stop. How the hell do you know all of this? You've been spying on us this whole time?
>You’ve put a lot of thought into this, haven’t you. Really done your research. Why?
>What, so I should just ditch out? And what then, go with you?
>Might look small from the shore, but it’s pretty damn deep when you’re swimming around in it.
>Are you saying I'm fat?
>So what’s your stake in this? You want me to work for your boss or whatever?
>I'm not just going to take off because you say so. I live here. All my stuff's here.
>Other (?)

>>40345978
>Okay, stop. How the hell do you know all of this? You've been spying on us this whole time?
>So what’s your stake in this? You want me to work for your boss or whatever?

>>40345978

>You’ve put a lot of thought into this, haven’t you. Really done your research. Why?

Say that we are Isaac's daughteru? it's not really an act

>>40345978
>Might look small from the shore, but it’s pretty damn deep when you’re swimming around in it.
>Okay, stop. How the hell do you know all of this? You've been spying on us this whole time?
>You’ve put a lot of thought into this, haven’t you. Really done your research. Why?
>So what’s your stake in this? You want me to work for your boss or whatever?

>>40345978
>>Might look small from the shore, but it’s pretty damn deep when you’re swimming around in it.

>>40345978
>So what’s your stake in this? You want me to work for your boss or whatever?

>>40345978
>You’ve put a lot of thought into this, haven’t you. Really done your research. Why?
>So what’s your stake in this? You want me to work for your boss or whatever?
>Are you saying I'm fat?

>>40345978
>"Yeah, I know. I intend to make a place with my own kind of rules. But I want to get big enough to swim in the pond I've got in mind before I actually go that far, ya know? I've got a long, long life ahead of me."

>>40345978
>I'm not just going to take off because you say so. I live here. All my stuff's here.
>You’ve put a lot of thought into this, haven’t you. Really done your research. Why?

>>40346054
That last one, kind of funny

>>40345961
>Other (?)
So who's 'the first among our kind'?

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>>40345978
Roadtrip fading away faster and faster.

>>40345978
>I probably will, eventually, but that's not gonna be for a while yet.

>>40345978
>Probably will outgrow it, but for now there is still plenty of pond.

>>40345978
>>Are you saying I'm fat?
>>So what’s your stake in this? You want me to work for your boss or whatever?

>>40345978
>You’ve put a lot of thought into this, haven’t you. Really done your research. Why?

>What, so I should just ditch out? And what then, go with you?

>Might look small from the shore, but it’s pretty damn deep when you’re swimming around in it.

>Why don't you stay here? Turn a bit of CA into our own little nature preserve for people like us?

>pond and fish metaphor
>about a girl who can't swim
Lucifer m8 u cheeky cunt

>>40345978
>Would you believe me if I said everything just fell into place?

>>40346101
It only looks that way because you want the road trip to happen. I don't want it to and to me it seems inevitable.

>>40346006
>It's not really an act.

Which is why Sierra's last name is Hollow, right?

>>40345978
>Other (?)
Shit bro, you make it sound like I planned this out or something. I didn't. I couldn't, even if I tried. I'm as thick as pig shit. Ask anyone.

>>40346198
It's still Beckhoff.

>>40346198

Snarky, arent we, you don't have to be related to be family. An act kind of implies we're faking it.

>>40345978
>I am his daughter.
>You’ve put a lot of thought into this, haven’t you. Really done your research. Why?
>I'm not against meeting him, maybe doing some freelance work, art school ought to have a pretty flexible schedule.

>>40346189
I'm kinda worried that it might drag on longer than is fun to read about. At the same time, LANDWEEEEELLLLLLLLSS and seeing what kind of magic stuff Vik learned should be fun.

>>40346234
>LANDWEEEEELLLLLLLLSS
I doubt it.

>>40346246
That was part of the reason for the trip. To find some wells.

>>40346263
Doesn't mean we will succeed.

We know we have to go to Halth one of these days. It's a fuzzy future concept, but it was inevitable as soon as we found out about our family.

>>40346324
What makes you say that? The things are practically everywhere. We trip over em every other time we leave the city.

“You calling me fat?” you ask, scowling at him with mock indignation.

Lucifer has no reply ready for you. “I... am not. It’s a metaphor.”

“Your face is a metaphor,” you say, still scowling. “And excuse me, I am his daughter, so shut up. For somebody who’s done all the research, you really screwed up on that one.” You shake your head and rest your elbows on your knees. “I mean, it’s not like I planned all this crap. It just happens, it’s life, whatever. Why’s it matter to you what I do or where I go? What business is my business to you, huh? You want me to work for your boss or whatever?”

“He wants you on his side, not as an employee, but as a vanguard,” says Lucifer. “I am only a messenger, but yes, I do desire a successful partnership between yourself with Sulkrasph. I believe your interests align.”

“Look. I know... I kind of get the feeling I’ll have to like, go to hell sometime,” you say. “But this place is... I don’t know. Like. It’s not easy, but it’s my home, get it? And my pond look small from the shore, but it’s pretty damn deep when you’re swimming around in it. I mean, I want there to be a place where I make the rules, but I can’t just do everything and rush into stuff,” you explain. “I’m still too smalltime for big things.”

Sulkrasph nods weakly. “I understand how you feel,” he says. “But these things... with the right support, you can go far. Maybe even anywhere. But we don’t have forever. Time moves on.”

“I’m not against doing a job or whatever for your boss,” you say. “I just can’t launch out into stuff right now.”

“When the time comes, though,” says Lucifer, “would you be up to try it?”

>Eventually. Just not exactly this minute.
> I don’t know.
>I need to meet Sulkrasph face to face before I decide anything.
> I need to think about this.
>When I do anything, it’s going to be on my timetable, not some Mardusian duke’s.
>Other (?)

>>40346997
>>When I do anything, it’s going to be on my timetable, not some Mardusian duke’s.

>>40346997
> I need to think about this.

>>40346997
>Eventually. Just not exactly this minute.

>>40346997
>I need to meet Sulkrasph face to face before I decide anything.

>>40346997

>Eventually. Just not exactly this minute.
No one says we have to keep doing it.

>>40346997
>I don’t know.
>Eventually. Just not exactly this minute.

>>40346997
> I don’t know.
> I need to think about this.
>Eventually. Just not exactly this minute.

>>40346997
>I need to meet Sulkrasph face to face before I decided anything

>>40346997
>"You severely underestimate just how much time I have. A century or three will go by quickly enough."

>>40346997
Pretty refreshing to meet someone who actually wants to work with us and isn't screaming "HELLBORN SCUM REMOVE HELLBORN".
>Eventually. Just not exactly this minute.
>Think I could meet the bossman before we go and set things in stone?

>>40347115

A lot can happen in a single year let alone a century, Lucy has pointed out that we are a walking example of this.

>>40346997
>I don't know. I think i will take my time before coming up with a definitive answer.
Because, guys, we have time. We can't die of old age remember? Although we should not mention that.

>>40346997
>Eventually. Just not exactly this minute.
>I need to meet Sulkrasph face to face before I decide anything.

>>40346997
>> I don’t know.

Man, Xan's taking a while with those leeches.
Or maybe she's perceptive enough to realize we just wanted to talk to Lucifer alone and didn't really care about the leeches.

>>40346997
> I don’t know.
>Eventually. Just not exactly this minute.
>I need to meet Sulkrasph face to face before I decide anything.

>>40346997
>I need to meet Sulkrasph face to face before I decide anything.
>When I do anything, it’s going to be on my timetable, not some Mardusian duke’s.

>>40347163
>We can't die of old age remember
But we can still die from being shanked. Demons also live for centuries, but they rarely die of old age.

Sounds like the duke has some ideas about things.

>>40347247
Which is exactly why we should take our time and don't do anything that might get us shanked.

>>40347206
I'm pretty sure she realized that right off the bat. Not everyone is as slow as Sierra.

>>40346997
>Eventually. Just not exactly this minute.
>When I do anything, it’s going to be on my timetable, not some Mardusian duke’s.
>Make sure your boss understands not to fuck with me or mine. Meckor didn't.

>>40346997
>Sulkrasph nods weakly. “I understand how you feel,” he says.

Where did he come from?

I thought only Lucifer was in the room?

>>40346997
>>Eventually. Just not exactly this minute.

>>40347206
That and I'm sure she's snacking on some as well

>>40347400
Your new to this whole questing thing aren't you?

>>40347421
I wonder how long it'll be until Sierra figures she can stealthily leech people and then eat them later.

>>40347400
Just a typo. It happens.

>>40346997
Didn't the hallows do everything in their power to stop another demon from moving his happy ass over here?

Wouldn't Sierra acting as this guys Vanguard be.. you know betraying them?

>>40347506
What exactly do you think the Hallows did and what do you think Sierra and Lucifer are talking about right now. I have a feeling you're wrong about both.

>>40347506
They seem fine enough with waldric's presence. though I agree being a vanguard to someone, considering the definitions of vanguard, seems like a bad idea.

>>40347561
Stopped, with Sierra's assistance an invasion from Hath.

Lucifer seems to be taking about Sierra becoming wasshisface's vanguard.

Vanguard tends to go in front of the army establishing shit.

He may want to step in and crush Waldric and anything else in his way. He already thinks Sierra is a puppet master looking for more power.

>>40347506
From the conversation, it seems more like Sulkrasph wants to de-shittify Halth rather than launch an invasion of Terra.

Lawngod, we nee a scene where Sierra looks up the definition of vanguard.

>>40347686
Yeah.. and if he knows Sierra is an heir he'll kill her. It's just goo d politics.

>>40347657
>He already thinks Sierra is a puppet master looking for more power.
He isn't entirely wrong.

>>40347635
>>40347657
Considering all of the flowery language going on here, I doubt he's talking about becoming a literal vanguard for an army invasion. He could just mean a similar relationship to what we have with Waldric. I suggest we wait and see what it is he actually wants before agreeing to anything.

I wonder what ever happened to those WALDRIC IS THE BETRAYER fags.

>>40347828
My money's still on Isaac

>>40347852
>doubting our fatheru
Shame on you.

>>40347852
It's totally Cass. She's doing it for immortality.

>>40347852
Turns out Sattler was actually really tolerant of demons who don't break the law and the crazy bigot thing was only a act.

>>40347907
Money's on Baron, He seems the type to do taht after "oh noes, my crush is a demon"

>>40347907
>doubting our motheru
Heathens! Shame on all of you!

>>40347828
We removed just about every reason for him to try to remove us. And we have (really) strong ties to his family-to-be. And we're shit at concealing our feelings, meaning that he's well aware we have no malice or designs on his "throne".
If Waldric removed us he'd loose the Thutaal, Isaac's backing, have trouble at the homefield with the Crowthers and as things seem, even the archduke would loose interest. There is nothing for him to gain by betraying Sierra.

So many things to think about. You’re feeling kind of paralyzed by the decisions. You don’t know this Sulkrasph guy, but it sounds like he can really move stuff. And it’s not a bad thing to have friends in high places, is it? But at the same time, you don’t know what his plans are, and if he’s really legit about the whole deal. “I... I don’t know,” you say. “I mean. Eventually, maybe. Just not exactly this minute. There’s no rush, right?”

“Not yet,” says Lucifer.

You can’t make any plans without more information. “I need to actually meet your boss first,” you say.

Lucifer gives this a moment’s thought. “I will speak to him for you,” he says, his voice waning to something like a whisper. Speaking is an effort. “He seldom sojourns abroad, but he may... be persuaded.”

You nod. “Good.”

At least you think that’s good. Isaac wasn’t super enthusiastic about letting demons come over to terra firma, and from what you know about hellish politics, Sulkrasph’s probably no lightweight. Guy’s probably dangerous if he wants to be. But at the same time, Isaac not wanting demons to come over didn’t stop Meckor and friends, and it sure as hell isn’t stopping Ushologuissa’s peeps from flooding the earth. This might be something more along the lines of a permanent solution.

At your agreement, the last vestiges of Lucifer’s strength seem to give out. Despite all the cloak and dagger stuff, guy’s kind of frail, and he did take a beating. Maybe it’s time to let Xanissil come back and do her thing.

>>40347985
You're speaking as though those people ever used logic in the first place.

>>40347828
I figured he is a red herring.

>>40348028

You head to the door, and opening it, find Xanissil sitting on the far wall, sitting cross-legged.

“How long have you been there?” you ask.

She immediately stands. “Not long,” she lies.

You wonder if she was eavesdropping. It’s not like she had her ear pressed to the door, but you weren’t exactly trying to be super quiet or anything. “Well, dude’s all yours, I guess,” you say.

“Will you rejoin us, then?” she asks.

>Sure, I guess. Blood magic doesn’t learn itself.
>What did you hear? Don’t even act innocent.
>You know if your uncle’s around here anywhere? I have to ask Ranthix about something.
>What do you know about Archduke Sulkrasph, besides the fact he's propping up Waldric's regime?
>I should really get going. I’ve kept Wolfgang waiting a while already, can’t leave his car back by a crime scene for too long.
>Other (?)

>>40348057
>>I should really get going. I’ve kept Wolfgang waiting a while already, can’t leave his car back by a crime scene for too long.

>>40348057

>Sure, I guess. Blood magic doesn’t learn itself.
>What did you hear? Don’t even act innocent.

>>40348057
>I should really get going. I’ve kept Wolfgang waiting a while already, can’t leave his car back by a crime scene for too long.

>>40348057
>I should really get going. I’ve kept Wolfgang waiting a while already, can’t leave his car back by a crime scene for too long.

>>40348057
>Sure, I guess. Blood magic doesn’t learn itself.
>What do you know about Archduke Sulkrasph, besides the fact he's propping up Waldric's regime?
>You know if your uncle’s around here anywhere? I have to ask Ranthix about something.

>>40348057
>Sure, I guess. Blood magic doesn’t learn itself.
>What did you hear? Don’t even act innocent.

>>40348057
>What do you know about Archduke Sulkrasph, besides the fact he's propping up Waldric's regime?
>I should really get going. I’ve kept Wolfgang waiting a while already, can’t leave his car back by a crime scene for too long.

>>40348057
>>Sure, I guess. Blood magic doesn’t learn itself.
>>What did you hear? Don’t even act innocent.

>>40348057
>I should really get going. I’ve kept Wolfgang waiting a while already, can’t leave his car back by a crime scene for too long.

Grab a leech to snack on if there are any spare.

Languid, how swole is sierra?

>>40348124
Not very.

>>40348057
>>Sure, I guess. Blood magic doesn’t learn itself.
>>What did you hear? Don’t even act innocent.

>>40348124
>>40348124
More Cut than Big.

>>40348057
>What did you hear? Don’t even act innocent.
>I should really get going. I’ve kept Wolfgang waiting a while already, can’t leave his car back by a crime scene for too long.

>>40348057
>>I should really get going. I’ve kept Wolfgang waiting a while already, can’t leave his car back by a crime scene for too long.
>>other
We'll talk later Xan

>>40348219
poor choice of words on my part.

>>40348057
>Sure, I guess. Blood magic doesn’t learn itself.
>What did you hear? Don’t even act innocent.

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>>40348245
Sorry, forgot to take name tag off. please accept this potato based apology

>>40348219
For you

>>40348057
>>Sure, I guess. Blood magic doesn’t learn itself.
>>What did you hear? Don’t even act innocent.

>>40348288
That doesn't even make sense.

>>40348057
>>Sure, I guess. Blood magic doesn’t learn itself.

>>40348057
>I should really get going. I’ve kept Wolfgang waiting a while already, can’t leave his car back by a crime scene for too long.

>>40348057
>Sure, I guess. Blood magic doesn’t learn itself.
>What do you know about Archduke Sulkrasph, besides the fact he's propping up Waldric's regime?

>>40348057
>I should really get going. I’ve kept Wolfgang waiting a while already, can’t leave his car back by a crime scene for too long.

>>40348057
>I should really get going. I’ve kept Wolfgang waiting a while already, can’t leave his car back by a crime scene for too long.

“I should really get going,” you say. “I’ve kept Wolfgang waiting a while already, can’t leave his car back by a crime scene for too long.”

“Ah. Yes,” says Xan, edging into Lucifer’s room.

You watch the Infernus for a moment, judging her sharp features. “What did you hear? And don’t even act innocent.”

Xanissil appears to consider her options for a second before replying. “You will take your proper place as Imperiate over Halth,” she says. “All will attempt to use you as a means to gain power. Some will be starving hounds, beckoning for morsels till they grow impatient and consume you. Others will be leeches, dependent on you for strength and sustenance, useful tools in purifying your vital essences.”

“So what’s Sulkrasph, then?” you ask. “Leech or hound?”

Xan’s face goes flat, and her feelings jumble. “Your Terror,” she says, bowing slightly and heading into Lucifer’s room.

A minute later you come out into the entryway, finding Moriah and Wolfgang chatting by the door.

“-absolutely terrible,” says Mori. She looks over at you. “How were the leeches?” she asks.

Wolfgang groans. “Come on. Let’s just go.” He is not a fan, sadly.

>Surprisingly versatile as far as leeches go, I guess.
>Slimy, yet satisfying.
>You ever try blood magic, Mori?
>Yeah, I’ll text you about it later. C’mon, Young Wolf. Let’s head.
>Hey Moriah, we’re planning the roadtrip tonight. Vikrama’s at 8:00, comprende?
>So, I don’t know if this is supposed to be a secret or whatever, but Lucifer’s half Verwelken.
>Other (?)

>>40348763
>Slimy, yet satisfying.
>Hey Moriah, we’re planning the roadtrip tonight. Vikrama’s at 8:00, comprende?

>>40348763

>Slimy, yet satisfying.
>Hey Moriah, we’re planning the roadtrip tonight. Vikrama’s at 8:00, comprende?

>>40348763
>Really tasty, we should bring some on our trip
>Hey Moriah, we’re planning the roadtrip tonight. Vikrama’s at 8:00, comprende?

>>40348763
>Slimy, yet satisfying.
>Hey Moriah, we’re planning the roadtrip tonight. Vikrama’s at 8:00, comprende?

>>40348763
>Hey Moriah, we’re planning the roadtrip tonight. Vikrama’s at 8:00, comprende?
>So, I don’t know if this is supposed to be a secret or whatever, but Lucifer’s half Verwelken.

>>40348763
>Hey Moriah, we’re planning the roadtrip tonight. Vikrama’s at 8:00, comprende?
>You ever try blood magic, Mori?
>So, I don’t know if this is supposed to be a secret or whatever, but Lucifer’s half Verwelken.

It would not do to have that sneak up on them in their home, even in his busted ass shape. Just as a precaution.

>>40348763
>Slimy, yet satisfying.
>Hey Moriah, we’re planning the roadtrip tonight. Vikrama’s at 8:00, comprende?

>>40348763
>>Hey Moriah, we’re planning the roadtrip tonight. Vikrama’s at 8:00, comprende?

>>40348763
>Best snack ever.
>Hey Moriah, we’re planning the roadtrip tonight. Vikrama’s at 8:00, comprende?
>Yeah, I’ll text you about it later. C’mon, Young Wolf. Let’s head.

>>40348763
>Slimy, yet satisfying.
>Hey Moriah, we’re planning the roadtrip tonight. Vikrama’s at 8:00, comprende?

>>40348834
>>40348831
Fuck no.

>>40348763
>Slimy, yet satisfying. Sort of like Wolf.
>Yeah, I’ll text you about it later. C’mon, Young Wolf. Let’s head.
>Hey Moriah, we’re planning the roadtrip tonight. Vikrama’s at 8:00, comprende?

>>40348763
>Leechtastic. You should try one.

>>40348763
>>Other (?)
"What's absolutely terrible?"

>>40348763
>>Slimy, yet satisfying.
>>You ever try blood magic, Mori?

>>40348878
but we trust Mori and the boytoy

>>40348912
>>40348763
We should ask this, yes

>>40348763
>Slimy, yet satisfying.
>>Yeah, I’ll text you about it later. C’mon, Young Wolf. Let’s head.
>>Hey Moriah, we’re planning the roadtrip tonight. Vikrama’s at 8:00, comprende?

>>40348763
>Yeah, I’ll text you about it later. C’mon, Young Wolf. Let’s head.
>Hey Moriah, we’re planning the roadtrip tonight. Vikrama’s at 8:00, comprende?

>>40348878
Why not?

>>40348912
Also yes.

>>40348990
The guy doesn't wanted outted, we don't out him.

>>40349006
>this guy could be a danger to our allies
>he wants to keep his powers a secret
>better not warn our boyfriend!

>>40349089
He trusted us with a fuckhuge secret. Let's not betray him for no reason at all.

Besides the person that matters (Mister Crowther) Probably already knows.

>>40349089
>spilling the dude's secrets when we're in the same house as him
>spilling any secrets anywhere around a Verwelken
It's like you want the shadows to tell him we immediately betrayed his trust.

>>40349120
That's... a fair point. Gotta remember that hearing voices is actually a power of ours, not just our own personal crazy.

>>40349139
It does make us crazy though.

>>40349152
>I'm not crazy, you're crazy!

>>40349139
>"It's not a bug, it's a feature!"

>>40349425
Okay you programmer. Just how many times have ya said that one?

You will sate Moriah’s curiosity. “Slimy, yet satisfying,” you say.

Moriah smiles faintly. “Way to go, Simba.”

“That movie teaches morals,” says Wolfgang, trying not to make a face at all the continued leech talk.

You note the exclusively black outfit Mori’s got going on today. “You going somewhere tonight?” you ask.

“Maybe,” she says, mysteriously.

“Well, it’s a trick question, because we’re planning the roadtrip tonight, so you’re going to Vikrama’s at 8:00 PM, comprende?”

Moriah fiddles with her gloves, seeming distracted.

You scoff. “C’mon! Can’t plan anything without you,” you say.

She still seems hesitant.

“Be there or be square,” you threaten. “Seriously. We need your input. You’re coming on this thing.”

Wolfgang gives his sister a look, and she crumbles.

“I might be a little bit late,” she says, “but I’ll be there.”

You nod, satisfied. “All right. And by the way, what’s absolutely terrible?”

“Magician problems,” says Wolf. “She has it under wraps, don’t you, Moriah.”

“I’ll see you at Vikrama’s,” says Moriah, leaving the door and heading upstairs back to her room. You feel a tenseness from her.

“Everything cool?” you ask, kind of confused.

Wolfgang smiles, though it’s a little strained. “It’s going that way,” he says. “Just something Moriah’s been dealing with came up again. She ever talk about her shade-handling?”

“A little,” you say.

He nods. “She’s got it under control. She just needs time,” he says.

“I’m still not sure what you’re talking about,” you reply.

He shrugs. “We’ve got cars to retrieve, I’ll save the arcane lectures for Xanissil,” he says. “Let’s go.” He snaps up his staff and walks out, still dressed like he’s just got back from the office, except sans jacket.

>>40349658

You head out after him. Sun’s still shining strong, but it’s windy, so the city’s relatively cool. Nice thing about living by the ocean.

“Wait. How exactly are we getting to your car, anyway?” you ask. Your motorcycle’s neat, but it’s not exactly easy to get somebody on the back of it. Like. You could, but it would require being very close. Like. Very, very close.

Wolfgang stops at the curb, staff still in hand. “I was thinking we’d take my way,” he says. “Unless you want the highway?”

Well... maybe it’d be kind of cool to take Wolfgang out on your bike. But maybe if he’s hinting at what you think, you can go all Jumper and start zipping around town? Though you know Moriah’s not really a fan, so maybe that’s not the smartest idea if it's a traumatic form of transporation.

>My way is the highway.
>Have it your way, then.
>Other (?)

>>40349694
>Have it your way, then.

Climb aboard the Wolfgang Express

>>40349694
>>My way is the highway.

>>40349694
>Have it your way, then.

>>40349694
>Have it your way, then.

>>40349694
>Have it your way, then.

>>40349694
>>Have it your way, then.
Jumper was awesome

>>40349694
>Have it your way, then.

It might be fun, and it means we can ride in the car with him and flirt on the way back.

>>40349694
>Have it your way, then.

Do Mori and Wolfbutt know that Vikrama knows that we're part demon?

>>40349694
>>My way is the highway.

>>40349750
We told Moriah that we were planning to tell them. So yes.

There's no way his teleport thing is worse than cornerstepping.

>>40349694
>>Have it your way, then.
Lets rid our boytoy all the way there.

Either option requires touching. So I do not care.

>>40349694
>>My way is the highway.
we need to get used to a completely necessary, non-emotional hug before we can move on to real ones.

>>40349779
So when do we get to bring him along on our magical ride? Have him close his eyes and FooTU + Cornerstep our way round.

Once we get the ability to bring someone along of course.

>>40349949
>FooTU
wot

Ride the wolf

>>40349984
Form of the Unseen

Put an extra o in there on accident.

>>40349694
>My way is the highway.

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>>40350002

>>40349779
>normal person cornerstepping
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"Mister? Mister? What is happening? Are you alright?"

And that's how you get conspiracy theorists

>>40349749
Yes, let's do that.

Let's be snarky. Totally use >>40350002, and then stumble when we realize what it means.

>>40350068
I'd change the file name to something like "You're reading this in my voice"

>>40350100
Then it's too hard to find in my pic folder.

>>40350035
We can't apply FotU to other people. Pretty sure we can't do Cornerstepping with other people either.

>>40350002
yes please use this in the post

>>40350092
this

>>40350132
fair enough man.

>>40350155
Not yet

>>40350204
Was a clever filename, though.

>>40350092
+1

>>40350077


>"̆ͬͬ͏̩̘̳͘͞M̷͇̞̻̖̪̞͎ͥͦ̐͌͠i̠̦̖̺̟ͯ͂̏̀͟s̢̛̼̅̋̄͋͢t̙̺̗͍̓͗ͬͤ͌̇͠e̬ͯ͒r̨̼̹̝̟ͮͭ̎̀̓̚͡?̶͎̱̜̖͔ͭͧ̽̀̚ ͂҉̨͔̯̦̗M̫͐ͦ̔̂̉̇̊ͦi͓͎̞̥͕͍̐̌̔ͦ̈͛̽ͩͩ́͝ͅs̙͎͎̮͆̏̀ͧ͂͢t̰̗͖̀ͧ̑̉ͭ͒͌ͫe̴̯̬͚͗ͭ̀r̪͔̤̹̈͒͂ͣ͐̅̆̑?̦̓ͨ̍̋͒ ̲̗͖̞̥̣͉̆̋ͦͪͅW͍̯̽̕͟h̝̯̮̘̲̻̻̘̎̈̄a̙̪̙ͫ̄͂̅̑ͤͮ͗̚ț͎̗͉̜̪̼̱̲͋͟ ̣̳̦͇̫̟͇̜̂̐͐̋͋͂ͦ́͞i̹̹̣̫̤̮̱̜ͤ͊͑̒͌̋̎ͧ́s̷͍̗̮̻̱̻͑͒͋͒̏̓ͦͣ͡ͅͅ ͍̰͙̭͔͕̘ͣ̍͒͛̈̍̆h̛͌ͭͫ̍̄̇ͯ̑̉҉͚̱̠̩͔͙̺̫̝a̵̧̭ͭ̍̊͛̃p̶̖̙͎̼͈̭̅͊̍̀͠ͅͅp̢̞͉͍͒̇͊ͩ̄̐̅ͪ͟e͙̤͕̦̣̙ͦ͂͐̊n̻͎̬̫̪̪ͨ͗̐ͨ͊́̚͡͡ḭ̖̃ͨͨ̐͟n̡͍͇̝̟͔̟̪̪ͮ̏́̒g̴͔̥̤̝͇̤͙͇ͭ͆̈̐͐̀́?͚͇̬̟̬ͨ̈͂̏̔ͯ ̼̣͍̭͇ͮͩͣ̃̊ͪA̷͓̼͖ͣͫ̿̊ͫr̛͈̭̺̻̱̼̠̙͆ͦ̉̈ͣ͋̿͝ę̞͔̫̝̺̳̱̜̯ͣ͋͋̔͢͠ ̖̜̖̟̹̬̬̺͗̅͐́͐ͭͪͭ̐͝ÿ̶̢̝ͯ̑̆͢ͅõͫ͐͊ͣ͏҉ͅu͕̳͙̲ͯ̅͌͛ͩ̔̀ ͚̙̂̏̊͌͋a̷̿̄̊ͮ҉̭̯l̢̦̻̝̩͙̰̊ͧȓ̶̶͕̫̻̫̓͛̃͋̓i̘͈̮͓̹͖̤̬͓͌̉̿̈́́͂ͧ͡g̖̣͖̗̪̖̠̝̓͛͊̐͠͞ḩ̧̘̖̆ͧ͜t̘̫̪̫̮̉̌ͤ͗̇͛́?͙̼̭͎͂ͪ͠"͈̼̱̥̩͉̓̔ͤ́̽͐ͨͦ̚̕

>>40350002
>>40350092
include this

>>40350092
I'd rather not

>>40350092
Sure, I support it

>>40350092
supporting

All you know is that you’ve never teleported anyplace before, and you’re not one to back down from an opportunity when it involves fucking teleportation.

“Let’s apparate,” you say, coming over and standing by Wolfgang. “Why ride a motorcycle when you can ride a wolf?” Wait. You didn’t just say that. You snicker to yourself through the accidental awkwardness, hoping Wolfgang doesn’t read too much into anything. “Or uh. Heh. Zing.” (+3 Stress: 50)

“You’re a nut,” Wolfgang says, smirking at you.

“What kind of nut are we talking? Like. Pistachios or what?”

“Whatever kind they give you on airlines,” he says. “You know those little packets that always run out before you’re done?”

“Why those?” you ask.

He arches an eyebrow. “Because I can never get enough of you,” he says, smirking.

Ugh. So bad. The worst. You grin and resist the urge to hit him. (-3 Stress: 47)

Wolfgang points to the top of a building at the end of the road. “We’re going to go over there,” he says. “The way my spatial manipulation works is easier if I have line of sight.”

You size him up, trying to see exactly how you should approach this. “So... is this a proximity thing or what?”

“It goes fast,” says Wolfgang, holding out his arm. “Just hold on.”

>>40350365
Hh hh hh hh

>>40350761

Tentatively, you latch onto his arm, making sure you have a firm hold on it. It’s definitely not going anywhere. “Got it,” you say, tightening your grip just in case. “Are we going on the count of three or wha-”

An icy shock of sound and feeling blast over you like a roaring wave, rushing past incomprehensibly, and then you’re on top of a building, overlooking the road where the Crowther’s house is. You’re a good two hundred yards from where you started.

San Francisco rises before you in the distance, clear and bright in the afternoon light. And at this altitude, without all the buildings and landscape getting in the way, it’s way windy. Your hair’s going all over the place, and you have to restrain it with a hand. You can feel your heart hammering in your chest. Now it’s like you’re the girl from the movie, except you’ve also got superpowers.

Wolfgang turns and looks at you, a big smug grin on his face as he digs his staff into the gravel of the building top. “So?” he asks. “Didn’t scare you, did I?”

>Wipe that smug grin off your face.
>Have you ever seen Jumper?
>That was fucking awesome.
>Teleporting’s pretty cool, I guess. I mean. Not that cool though, but okay.
>Again.
>Can you go anywhere you can see?
>Other (?)

>>40350761
>tfw the write in makes us gain stress
this is a good feel

>>40350804
>>Have you ever seen Jumper?
>>That was fucking awesome.

>>40350804
>>That was fucking awesome.
>Again.
>Again.

Like a little kid.

>>40350804
>Teleporting’s pretty cool, I guess. I mean. Not that cool though, but okay.
...

...
>Again.

>>40350804
>Holy shit.
>Why doesn't Moriah like doing that?
>That was fucking awesome.

>>40350804
>That was fucking awesome.
>Again.

>>40350804
>Other (?)
>Wipe that smug grin off his face with surprise makeouts.
>Again.

>>40350804
>Have you ever seen Jumper?
>That was fucking awesome
>Again.
>Can you go anywhere you can see?

>>40350804
I'll back >>40350864

>>40350804
>Try to do some cool landlord thing while having a good view over your area.
>That was fucking awesome.

>>40350804
>That was fucking awesome.
>Can you go anywhere you can see?
>Again.

>>40350804
>Have you ever seen Jumper?
>That was fucking awesome.
>Again.

>>40350804
>Again.
>>Can you go anywhere you can see?

>>40350906
This.

“Sweet mercy. How the hell does Moriah hate that?” you ask, looking back and forth between where you started and where you are now. “That was fucking awesome.”

“Don’t let go,” says Wolf, pointing his staff off into the distance and narrowing his eyes.

You clutch his arm to yourself. Another wave of incredible speed, and you’re on another, higher building top, this one with smooth paved shingles and lots and lots of chimneys and AC units on it. It takes you a moment, but you manage to locate the building you used to be on just a second ago. It’s so far away. Your frame of view on the whole city’s shifted somewhat – you’re skirting along the city center more toward the neighborhood where you and Sattler wrecked things up.

You stare, almost totally floored. “Holy crap. Can you just like, you know, just totally go anywhere you can see?” you ask, eyes wide. Your skin’s buzzing with goosebumps and stuf.

>>40351543

“In principle, yeah,” says Wolfgang, pointing out another building a few blocks away and concentrating on it. There’s another explosion of frigid wind, and you’re there, looking back and trying to figure out where you started. “It’d burn too much power, though,” he continues. “Every week I take an hour or two and set up a waypoint someplace. If I have the location marked beforehand, it gives me something to latch onto and I get a lot better mileage.”

There’s another surge of force, and you’re on another building, a helicopter pad at your back, and over the ledge, far below, you can see a busy intersection. The height’s almost dizzying. You’re feeling really shaky, but in a really, really good way. (-18 Stress: 29) “How many of these waypoint things you have?” you ask, unable to keep your voice level for more than a couple words.

He makes a thoughtful face. “A couple hundred.”

>Hey, check it. We’re like already there. That’s the street just a couple blocks that way!
>I’m like, the landmaster, but you’re like... you’re like the space master. Or... whatever.
>You’ve got this place wired up like a freaking Christmas tree!
>Infinite cosmic power, and you use it to go get your crappy car so you can drive it home?
>Totally make out right now.
>Other (?)

>>40351565
>Totally make out right now
waterfallinmypants.jpg

>>40351565
>>You’ve got this place wired up like a freaking Christmas tree!
>Totally make out right now.

Then

>Hey, check it. We’re like already there. That’s the street just a couple blocks that way!

>>40351565
>Totally make out right now.

>>40351565
>Wooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

>>40351565
>Totally make out right now.

>>40351565
>Totally make out right now.

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>>40351565
>that second to last option

>>40351565
>You’ve got this place wired up like a freaking Christmas tree!
>Totally make out right now.

I'm probably the weirdo here that get things wrong. But in my head I always read Verwelken as if Dutch or German or some shit. Fervelken.

>>40351565
>Totally make out right now.

>>40351565
>You’ve got this place wired up like a freaking Christmas tree!
>Totally make out right now.

>>40351710
Sometimes I fuck up and combine Verwelken and Malkavian

Valkavain.

>>40351710
Fervelken makes it kinda look like it's related to Fey Folk.

Which makes way too much sense.

>>40351710
I do too.

>>40351710
"Verwelken" is German or something. Something about fading/withering away.

>>40351565
>Totally make out right now.

>>40351565
>>Totally make out right now.

>>40351565
>Totally make out right now.
Man, I'm so glad we finally got with Moriah's hot brother.

I just got caught back up with this quest.

>>40352265
glad to have you back, Anon!

>>40351565
>Infinite cosmic power, and you use it to go get your crappy car so you can drive it home? Full snark
>Totally make out right now.

He’s got San Francisco wired up like a Christmas tree. Oh geeze. (-2 Stress: 27)

You hug his arm even a little bit more closer if that’s possible, and stare at Wolf as he goes to teleport again. The sharpness of his nose. The way his lips tense with concentration. The minute pulsing of the blood in his neck. And, of course, the classic, clean scent of his clothes. Of him.

You bring your hand up to his face to turn his gaze away from the destination, and toward you. You kind of just leave your hand on his face, and run your thumb along his neck, and then lean in and kiss him. And then you’re doing a lot of kissing. Like. A lot.

And it’s cool, being all up on some random skyscraper with the wind everywhere and whatever. Making out is pretty awesome. And you’re not sure of how exactly it happens, but at some point the whole deal kind of folds to the ground, and he’s sitting with his back pressed against the roof ledge, and you’re kind of over him, with one hand behind his neck. The other you have screwing up his hair, which feels smooth and sleek under your fingertips. (-15 Stress: 12)

And you’re squishing noses and breathing a lot, and the air’s really warm, and everything’s just Wolf all over the place, and then you recall something, and the whole thing kind of grinds to a halt suddenly, leaving both of you breathing heavily, your faces just inches apart.

“What’s wrong?” he asks lowly, eyes burning. You can the words in his neck with your hand.

Your thoughts are all slow and unresponsive, but know Wolfgang, however hot and whatever as he may be, doesn’t really look or feel like this. It’s an illusion. You think. Glamors are kind of weird. Maybe you should forget about it? (+4 Stress: 16)

>Uh. What? (Finish makeout session)
>You’re all... you’ve got your tongue disguise thing still.
>Nobody’s around, right? (Lose your glamors)
>Why don’t... can I... see you? Y’know? Like. For real.
>Heh. Um. Yeah. The place thing is right over there, I guess.
>Other (?)

>>40352583
>>Uh. What? (Finish makeout session)
Yeah you should Sierra

>>40352583
>You’re all... you’ve got your tongue disguise thing still.
>Why don’t... can I... see you? Y’know? Like. For real.

>>40352583
>Nobody’s around, right? (Lose your glamors)
>Why don’t... can I... see you? Y’know? Like. For real.

>>40352583
>You’re all... you’ve got your tongue disguise thing still.
>Why don’t... can I... see you? Y’know? Like. For real.

>>40352583
>You’re all... you’ve got your tongue disguise thing still.
>Why don’t... can I... see you? Y’know? Like. For real.
>Nobody’s around, right? (Lose your glamors)

>>40352583
>Uh. What? (Finish makeout session)

>>40352583
>>Nobody’s around, right? (Lose your glamors)
>>Why don’t... can I... see you? Y’know? Like. For real.

>>40352583
>Nobody’s around, right? (Lose your glamors)
>Why don’t... can I... see you? Y’know? Like. For real.
In this order.

Roll dice to talk Wolf out of his glamors.

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>40352815

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>40352815

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>40352815

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>40352815

>>40352832
>>40352826
>>40352824
Not happening. +Stress

Rolled 39 (1d100)

Never done this before, we supposed to roll high or low?

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>40352815

>>40352848
Low and link your post mate.

>>40352826
Well, 44 probably won't cut it but at least he probably isn't terribly offended.

Maybe if we were not out in the open.

>>40352852
So close...

>>40352978
Sorry mate captcha didn't want to let me post.

>>40352583
>>Nobody’s around, right? (Lose your glamors)

>>40352815
Never too late.

>>40352662
>>40352675
>>40352677
>>40352680
>>40352704
>>40352709
>Outside
>Crazy smitey aunt still in town
Trap option guys.

>>40353197
>Trap option guys.
Listen, if there's one thing I've learned about teenagers, it's that they do stupid shit in pursuit of rubbing up against sexual partners in public.

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>>40352583
>Nobody’s around, right? (Lose your glamors)

>>40349747
Parts of it were, though I liked the book better

“You’re all... you’ve got your tongue disguise thing still,” you say, frowning a little.

“Come on, don’t worry about it,” says Wolf, pressing his lips into a thin line. “My glamors, everything, it’s threaded with puppet nerves. It’s not like we’re kissing through a layer of saran wrap.”

“I know, but... come on,” you say, wrapping your fingers around the back of his neck. “We talked about this.”

“Yeah, Xan was right there the whole time with her bucket of leeches, how could I forget that,” he says, chuckling. But then his laughter ceases, and a feeling of concern comes from him. “Wait. Were you serious about leech thing when Moriah asked?”

You’re pretty sure there’s a right and wrong answer here, but you’re not sure if it’s the truth, or what Wolfgang wants to hear. “Uh. No?”

Wolfgang puts a hand between your face and his face. “Eugh. Ugh.” He almost retches.

“Well... can’t knock it till you try it,” you say feebly, suddenly feeling kind of horrible and disgusting. (+7 Stress: 23)

“Yeah, I could taste it,” he says, grimacing.

“Um. Whoops? I mean. It wasn’t that bad, was it?” you ask. “I mean. You were into it still and...” (+5 Stress: 28)

Wolfgang shuts his eyes, brow furrowed and a sour look on his face. “Just... let’s put this on hold,” he says, shifting underneath you a little bit so he’s sitting more upright. He obviously has the intention of getting up.

But you don’t want him to get up, you still want to kiss him up and all that. “Wait wait,” you say, putting your hands on his chest and willing him to stop. “Nobody’s around, right?” You glance behind you, and find that indeed, there’s not a helicopter in sight. Your building rooftop haven is people free.

While Wolfgang still has his eyes closed, you lose your glamors, and brush the backs of your claw tips gingerly against his cheek bones. “Look at me,” you say.

Slowly, Wolfgang opens his eyes and does just that. It takes him a moment to take it all in.

You don’t always get chances to break out of your glamors and make out a lot. Still, you know for a fact that Wolfgang thinks you’re super hot when you do.

“Why don’t... can I... see you? Y’know? Like. For real,” you say, resting your forehead against his.

He is conflicted, probably trying to figure out whether its more important to keep making out with his hot demon girlfriend, or if it’s more important to avoid leech juice aftertaste. It is not a long struggle. “I don’t know. This isn’t exactly the kind of situation for it,” he says. “But... I admit you made a good point earlier about letting you judge things for yourself.”

And then he surprises you by kind of lunging forward a little and pressing his lips against yours. Except there’s something kind of more pointy going on against your mouth as you get back to making out. Sweet mercy. He’s giving you snake tongue. And that’s about the last comprehensible thought you have for the next however long.

--

Stress: 10

You continue clinging to Wolfgang’s arm as you walk down the sidewalk toward the place. Up ahead, you can see his car. Except also up ahead, except there’s a fire engine and police cars and a dozen black sedans everywhere, all crowded around the building you and Sattler busted up. Some of the windows are shot out, and a crowd of people and police are scattered everywhere, talking and writing on notepads and all kinds of things.

“That’s a lot of police,” says Wolf.

Nobody seems to care about your approach, and they’re all probably complete strangers, but you can’t really tell at this distance. Maybe somebody’s lurking around that’ll recognize you? This is kind of in the neighborhood where you spend a couple months with the Cobras.

>Just play it cool. They might have already seen you, might be suspicious if you walk off now.
>You just go get your car, I’ll stay back here.
>Get a little closer, you wonder if the FBI is all over this one. There’s a hundred people outside, nobody’ll notice.
>Other (?)

>>40353828
>Get a little closer, you wonder if the FBI is all over this one. There’s a hundred people outside, nobody’ll notice.

>>40353828
>Just play it cool. They might have already seen you, might be suspicious if you walk off now.

>He’s giving you snake tongue.
Unff

>>40353828
>Just play it cool. They might have already seen you, might be suspicious if you walk off now.

>>40353828
>Just play it cool. They might have already seen you, might be suspicious if you walk off now.

>>40353828
>Just play it cool. They might have already seen you, might be suspicious if you walk off now.

>>40353828
>>Just play it cool. They might have already seen you, might be suspicious if you walk off now.

Finally something that plays to our skillset.

>>40353828
>Just play it cool. They might have already seen you, might be suspicious if you walk off now.

Now we just gotta find out what Hellion dick feelslooks like.

>>40354042
Ridged for her pleasure?

>>40354042
Very boney.

>>40353828
>You just go get your car, I’ll stay back here.

>>40353828
>Just play it cool. They might have already seen you, might be suspicious if you walk off now.

Don't let go of that arm, keep on looking like an obnoxiously cute and happy couple that has nothing at all to do with bloodshed.

And damn, the snek tongue is great for Stress relief. Soon we'll see him without that pesky skin in the way, maybe after that we'll finally get a chance to taste delicious hot college boyfriend blood.

>>40354042
We are going to get Boned

>>40353828
>Just play it cool. They might have already seen you, might be suspicious if you walk off now.

>>40353828
>>Just play it cool. They might have already seen you, might be suspicious if you walk off now.

“Just play it cool,” you mutter to him, turning up slightly to talk into his ear. “They’ll be on you in two seconds if you flake out.”

He nods, and the both of you keep moving forward.

You go straight to the car, getting just close enough to the center of the law enforcement swarm to see people with FBI jackets amongst the regular SFPD guys. Reluctantly, you detach yourself from Wolfgang’s arm so you can go around to the passenger side door.

You spot a couple faces you recognize – desk cop and Officer Flowers – talking to an older woman with dark hair and skin, maybe a neighbor or a witness or whatever. Luckily, they don’t see you, or if they do, they don’t recognize you with longer hair and your slick leather riding jacket.

You and Wolfgang hop in the car and make good your escape.

“I hate the FBI,” you say.

“What? Why’s that?” asks Wolfgang.

You snort. “They’re in on the whole thing.”

“Some of them, not all of them,” says Wolfgang. “To be fair the Department of Esoterica has people everywhere.”

>To be fair too, cops in general are pretty crap anyway, even if they’re not in on the whole thing.
>What, they’ve got sleeper agents now? I thought they stuck to their super secret SOARD teams.
>It’s kind of weird, but considering our dads are like, the government here, you’d think we’d see more bureaucrats hovering around.
>Who’s the Secretary of Esoterica again? Isaac’s always telling stories about Hansen, but that was the guy in the 40’s.
>Other (?)

>>40354544
>>What, they’ve got sleeper agents now? I thought they stuck to their super secret SOARD teams.

>It’s kind of weird, but considering our dads are like, the government here, you’d think we’d see more bureaucrats hovering around.

>>40354544
>To be fair too, cops in general are pretty crap anyway, even if they’re not in on the whole thing.
>Who’s the Secretary of Esoterica again? Isaac’s always telling stories about Hansen, but that was the guy in the 40’s.

>>40354544
>What, they’ve got sleeper agents now? I thought they stuck to their super secret SOARD teams.
>It’s kind of weird, but considering our dads are like, the government here, you’d think we’d see more bureaucrats hovering around.
>Who’s the Secretary of Esoterica again? Isaac’s always telling stories about Hansen, but that was the guy in the 40’s.