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Rosa slides herself off of the couch, pushing herself to her feet and turning to look at you. Her expression is a mix of fear, confusion, and perhaps disappointment. "What do you mean you're 'kind of' a supervillian? Do you only burn down orphanages on the weekend or something?" Her tone is apprehensive, but her body language screams conflict. Seems she half expects you to attack her, though why you'd do something like that is beyond you.

You buy yourself some time by raising your beer bottle and taking a swig, swallowing its vaguely sweet contents with a grateful sigh. "I mean I commit crimes and have super powers. I haven't done much, just knocked over a few gas stations, that sort of thing. I used to do the whole-" You gesture dismissively with your beer. "-protect the weak, defend the innocent, that sorta thing. Problem is super heroes don't get paid and back then the government wasn't nearly so permissive as they are these days. I couldn't find steady work, so I started knocking over gas stations and stores and the like. I hit a lot of diamond brokers in my early days."

Those were good times. Surprisingly lucrative times. Not as lucrative as the bank job, but lucrative none the less. Sadly diamond brokers, jewelery stores, and other such perveyors of luxury goods were some of the first to adopt security measures intended to thwart superhumans of a more villainous persuasion. These days you try to smash open a jewelry case you're as likely to get your hand cut off as snag some fat loot.

Taking another sip of your beer, you turn your attention to Rosa. "Anyway, the bank job was the first big heist I've ever pulled off. The place was insured to hell and back, and that aside I only took a flash drive from a safety deposit box. I can't say I feel particularly guilty."

(1/2)

You leave out the fact you probably killed a few cops, and might have severely injured that prissy Superman wannabe. Nor do you mention the people you've killed in the past, before the bank job. You recall vividly one time you hit a jewelry store and someone, a customer you think, pulled a pistol. You threw the poor lady into a wall so hard her skull shattered.

Rosa seems to have relaxed, if only slightly. She's folded her arms in front of her chest haughtily, and drawn herself up to her full height. Considering her full height is only a few inches over five feet that's not saying much. "You don't feel guilty? You nearly killed three police officers, gave Starlight a punctured lung, and caused something like a million dollars in property damage!"

You can't even put into words how much you dislike that Starlight guy. Maybe it's just his lame name, or his constant presence on the news. It just seems like he's in it for fame, which you don't get.

>Those cops put a bullet through your hacker's skull. They had it coming.
>You do your best to avoid harming others but sometimes it's unavoidable.
>It sucks people got hurt, and you'll lose sleep over it no doubt, but there's no changing the past.
>Write-in

>>40541849
>No I don't, either they died or I did. You do the math.

>>40541849
>>Those cops put a bullet through your hacker's skull. They had it coming.
>>You do your best to avoid harming others but sometimes it's unavoidable.

Had it coming
You'll probably losr sleep over it anyeay

>>40541849
>Those cops put a bullet through your hacker's skull. They had it coming.
>You do your best to avoid harming others but sometimes it's unavoidable.

>>40541912
Voting while under the influence is strictly prohibited young man

>>40541849
>You do your best to avoid harming others but sometimes it's unavoidable.

>>40541849
>The police know what they got into when they got into the field, and the good guys weren't the only ones who didn't come out unscathed.

>>40541849
>I am going to do whatever I have to do, whether that be knocking over liqour stores or killing a cop, if it needs doing, I won't hesitate
We chose our name for a reason

>>40541849
>>Those cops put a bullet through your hacker's skull. They had it coming.
>>You do your best to avoid harming others but sometimes it's unavoidable.

>>40541894
>>40541988
>>40541897
>>40541932
>>40541945
>>40542004
>You did what you had to.

>>40541897
>>40541932
>>40542004
>>40541961
>>40541912
>Those pigs had it comin'!

I think I can blend these together pretty easily. Writin'

I don't like the "had it coming" part, but make it clear that they used lethal force as well, and knew what sort of job they had.

>>40541849
>Those cops put a bullet through your hacker's skull. They had it coming.
>You do your best to avoid harming others but sometimes it's unavoidable.

>>40542057
Thats just saying they had it coming in a nicer way.

>>40542166
Exactly, except it doesn't imply that they deserved it and blames them for their fate, but just states the circumstances.

>>40541937
I'm not under the influence. I'm on my phone.

>>40542186
I mean, do you deserve to die when you poke a bear? No, but you had it coming. Stop making that phrase more than it is, you prancing homo

Ay Soma and Anons. This quest any good?

>>40542241
Eh, it's pretty bad, soma shits out an update only so often and it's not his best stuff at all

>>40542241
That depends, are you retarded? If yes, then no, it's boring drama, you should forget about it.

>>40542241
decent, but don't expect to go full edgelord or white night.

>>40542241
Fugggggg u :DDDD

>>40542266
>>40542262
I'll take that as a 'Its not too bad' and check it out.

>>40542277
That actually sounds perfect actually.

>>40542278
I love you.

>>40542241
Yes. But the anons are anons.

>>40542241
It smells funny.

>>40542382
Is that what that is? Thought it was just me.

>>40542399
That's where I knew the smell ffrom. BQ smells just like this.

You swirl your beer bottle contemplatively, trying to assess how much you have left before kicking it back and finishing off its contents. When you're done you set your empty down on the coffee table, turning your attention fully to your currently irritated girlfriend. "Let me ask you this: do you think that I set out to hurt people? Do I seem like some sort of psychotic murderer on the lose?"

Rosa's response is surprisingly prompt, she doesn't hesistate in the slightest. "Of course not, but you still hurt thsoe people. Even if you didn't intend to. You're only lucky this time that nobody died."

You grin. "Ahh, but that's wrong. Someone did die. A bullet drilled my hacker through the skull, dropped her flat dead. Now, keep in mind. We had not been exchanging fire with the police. We had not killed nor even wounded anyone at that point. A police sniper killed her outright, and yet nobody claims he's a murderer. He'll likely be commended by the Chief of Police for his 'valor'."

You lean forward, resting your elbows on your knees. "So tell me, Rosa. How was I not justified in my response? Was what I did potentially lethal? Yes, but I was merely responding to the hostility of the police. At the end of the day, the cops know what they signed up for. They know the risk. They accepted those risk when they joined the force. Just as you and I accept the risk which come naturally with being a superpowered vigilante or villain."
(1/2)

Rosa chews the inside of her lip, she tends to do that when she's thinking. After a few moment's thought she responds, her words carefully chosen. "Some manner of law enforcement is necessary for civlized society to functions. Just look at Central America or West Africa, that's a society ruled by people like you. People out to advance themselves at the expense of others."

While it's true, there are innumerable warlords dotting the globe, carving out territory for themselves, terrorizing the people beneath them. However, you hardly think that constitutes a society ruled by 'people like you'. For the most part, the problems in those areas stem from issues which at worst have been exacerbated by the emergence of superhumans.

Leaning back into the padding of your sofa you shake your head, vaguely disappointed. "Come on, Rosa. Central America was carved up by petty warlords way, way before the first awakening and West Africa has been a shit hole for something like six hundred years. Have superhumans largely replaced deposed generals and drug cartels? Sure. Has daily life changed in any measurable way for the people living there? Probably not. If it has, it probably hasn't changed much."
(2/3)

Rosa huffs, blowing some of her hair out of her eyes. "That wasn't my point, Monti. My point is that the police are necessary. Supervillains aren't. What do you even hope to accomplish? Do you want to take down the system? Carve out your own little territory? Get rich? You're just going to wind up in prison."

>You're honestly just trying to survive. You haven't though much further ahead than your next rent payment.
>Money makes the world go round. If it weren't for you, she'd still be living in a one room apartment broke and hungry.
>The government's corrupt. You're living in a surveilance state where big brother is always watching. If you don't fight it, nobody will.
>You want to be respected, and feared. You want others to hang off your every word and leap to obey your commands.
>Write-in

>>40542713
>>You're honestly just trying to survive. You haven't though much further ahead than your next rent payment.
>Get Rosamund a beer.

>>40542713
>>You're honestly just trying to survive. You haven't though much further ahead than your next rent payment.

>>40542713
>You're honestly just trying to survive. You haven't though much further ahead than your next rent payment.

>>40542713
>The government's corrupt. You're living in a surveilance state where big brother is always watching. If you don't fight it, nobody will.
/pol/quest go

>>40542713
>>You're honestly just trying to survive. You haven't though much further ahead than your next rent payment.
with a touch of
>>The government's corrupt. You're living in a surveilance state where big brother is always watching. If you don't fight it, nobody will.

>>40542713
>You're honestly just trying to survive. You haven't though much further ahead than your next rent payment.

>>40542713
>>You're honestly just trying to survive. You haven't though much further ahead than your next rent payment. She should know the importance of money regarding survival.
Mention that you don't feel much loyalty to a government that wants to register and mark you like cattle either.
The recognition isn't bad either, I suppose.

>>40542713
>You're honestly just trying to survive. You haven't though much further ahead than your next rent payment.

>>40542713
>>The government's corrupt. You're living in a surveilance state where big brother is always watching. If you don't fight it, nobody will.
Registering for mutation is as stupid, pointless and bizarre as racial eugenics. Next thing we know, we'll be shipped off to some mutant camp out in texas, or press-ganged into the military.

>>40542713
>Money makes the world go round. If it weren't for you, she'd still be living in a one room apartment broke and hungry.
>The government's corrupt. You're living in a surveilance state where big brother is always watching. If you don't fight it, nobody will.
Come now my dear rose, you know it's true.

>>40542713
>You're honestly just trying to survive. You haven't though much further ahead than your next rent payment.
>The government's corrupt. You're living in a surveilance state where big brother is always watching. If you don't fight it, nobody will.
Fuck big brother

>>40542790
>>40542781
>>40542771
>>40542762
>>40542751
>>40542749
>>40542736
>>40542813
>You're just trying to get by.

>>40542800
>>40542781
>>40542762
>>40542754
>>40542807
>>40542813
>FUCK DA GUBMENT

So I think I'll go with
>You're just trying to get by
With a little bit of
>The government is corrupt and oppressive
Thrown in for flavor.

>>40542800
Eugenics as a whole are totally sensible and would be quite beneficial to humankind though.
To be honest registering superhumans is totally understandable, I'm only not siding with the government because the MC is the way he is.

>>40542713
>Im doing anything that ain't my old 9-5, the millions of dollars just gave me a little push

Rosamund a shit

Technology best waifu

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>>40543088

>>40543088
Official power ranking
Corporations<Government<<<<<<<<<<Rosa<<<<<<<Tech

>>40543088
Yes

>>40543088
Technology can't cuddle. Therefore,
Rosamund>Technology.

>>40543119
Getting Eli to make us a robot waifu when?

>>40543088
Ditch Rosa, acquire tech.

>>40543147
Fifty bucks say bearded shut-in bro can pull off an EDI.

>>40543088
We can't even into technology, retard.

>>40543254
No, we just aren't a super in tech, I'm moderatly sure monti can into tech at a functioning level

>>40543301
And you're basing this on, what exactly?

>>40543316
That he isn't a gibbering retard? How hard is it to press buttons?

You sigh, the weight of the world seeming to press down on your shoulders. You've been avoiding that question for years now. What are you doing with your life? Why are you here? "To be honest, Rosa, I'm just trying to survive. I haven't thought much further into the future than my next rent payment in a long time."

Rosa lets herself sink onto the sofa next to you, her arms wrapping around yours. "If that's the case why can't you find some other way to get by? Some way that doesn't entail endangering the survival of others? I know the job market's tough, but surely there's got to be some work out there."

You cast her a look, a glare really. "I can't justify to myself covering my eyes and ignoring the world as it burns itself to the ground. How about this, why do you do what you do? Why do you work to protect a government that hates you? That whores out its citizens to foreign corporations in the name of profits? That sold its national sovereignty for a cheap buck? Look, I'm not some political dissident. I don't plan on running out and starting the revolution, but nor am I delusional."

Rosa seems hurt by what you've said. "Come on, Monti. I'm not crazy about the government either but I don't go robbing banks. The only way to incite change is from within the system. Violence only begets violence."

You can think of a few examples off the top of your head where that old saying has proved false, but you're not here to lecture the woman on history. "At some point, violence is the only option you have left. It's the only avenue available to make your displeasure heard. It's not pretty, nor is it ideal, but it's often necessary."

(1/2)

An uncomfortable silence settles between the two of you, Rosa staring out the window while you occupy yourself with your thoughts. After perhaps a minute of this, you clear your head and focus. The fridge pops open in the kitchen a moment later and two beers float out of the six pack you've got stowed away on the bottom shelf. You pull them into the den, plopping one down in front of Rosa and snatching the other out of the air before shutting the fridge. With a thought, the caps pop off of both bottles.

Rosa smiles, but it's a sad sort of smile. Almost regretful. She clinks her bottle against yours before raising it to her lips, sipping at its contents. Only after she's had a drink does she speak. "So what are we going to do? If we're both set in our ways... well, I can't exactly imagine a superhero and supervillain living a happy home life together."

>The two of you will just have to go your separate ways.
>Really put in an earnest effort to convince her that she serves a corrupted ideal.
>Both of you entered this relationship to escape from capeshit. Why can't you just agree to leave work at the door?
>Write-in

>>40543437
>Really put in an earnest effort to convince her that she serves a corrupted ideal.
Accept the hate within your heart rosa, it is your destiny

>>40543437
>Both of you entered this relationship to escape from capeshit. Why can't you just agree to leave work at the door?

>>40543437
>Both of you entered this relationship to escape from capeshit. Why can't you just agree to leave work at the door?

>>40543437
>Both of you entered this relationship to escape from capeshit. Why can't you just agree to leave work at the door?

>>40543437
>Both of you entered this relationship to escape from capeshit. Why can't you just agree to leave work at the door?

>>40543437
>call a camera crew

>>40543437
>>Both of you entered this relationship to escape from capeshit. Why can't you just agree to leave work at the door?

>>40543437
>Both of you entered this relationship to escape from capeshit. Why can't you just agree to leave work at the door?

>>40543437
>>Both of you entered this relationship to escape from capeshit. Why can't you just agree to leave work at the door?

>>40543437
>>Both of you entered this relationship to escape from capeshit. Why can't you just agree to leave work at the door?

This is cliche as hell and I love it. Its kinda refreshing really.

>>40543490
>>40543477
>>40543472
>>40543467
>>40543461
>>40543453
>>40543504
>>40543530
>Compartmentalize

>>40543475
>You'll be the hottest new summer sitcom!

>>40543452
>Join me in the Dark Side!

ROOLL 3d10+3 vs DC 13 (Base 15, -2 due to relationship)

Rolled 7, 9, 2 + 3 = 21 (3d10 + 3)

>>40543568
Comes down to roll eh?

>>40543568

Rolled 4, 10, 4 + 2 = 20 (3d10 + 2)

>>40543568

Rolled 2, 7, 4 + 3 = 16 (3d10 + 3)

>>40543568

Rolled 8, 5, 9 + 3 = 25 (3d10 + 3)

>>40543568

>>40543574
>>40543580
>>40543589
>21, 20, 16 vs DC 13
>Success!
Writin'

I'm just saying that if we run into a qt villain chick I'm not turning her down

>>40543437
>>Both of you entered this relationship to escape from capeshit. Why can't you just agree to leave work at the door? For now, at least.

>>40543695
Forsake in character actions to get your fictional dick wet?

>>40543616
Muh bad, that should actually be a Great Success.
Forgot that I didn't do this like Life Quest where there's no crit fails or crit successes.

>>40543713
Can you truly fully love a woman who will never support your choices and may someday kill you?

>>40543735
It'll be a fun ride finding out.

>>40543748
All he's saying is that he would fukk Not!-Catwoman

>>40543748
So is being in a knife fight, it's not ideal though.
Although I will admit my boner for Harley esque figures is influencing me

Athletics: 4
Computers: 6
Diplomacy: 3
Mechanics: 0
Melee: 0
Power Use: 8
Gunnery: 2
Stealth: 2
Driving: 3

Skills:
Skills are simply a measure of how competent the MC is, with the value in a skill being added to rolls as a modifier. Scores are broken down thus:
0: Untrained
1-3: Novice
4-6: Trained
7-9: Expert
10: Peak Human
11: Low-tier Superhuman
12: High-tier Superhuman
Rolls:
The first three rolls of 3d10 will be counted. The base DC for most task will be 15, with modifiers being applied based on circumstances. Success is broken down thus:
Critical Failure: No rolls pass.
Failure: One roll passes.
Success: Two rolls pass.
Critical Success: All rolls pass.

>>40543783
>expert at being superhuman
Okay

>>40543824
I'm glad I'm not the only one who immediately thought that.

>>40543824
we did have these powers for years after all.

>>40543824
>not being superhuman at superhumaning
>2015

You think on it for a moment, before tentatively offering a solution. "We both got into this relationship hoping to live a somewhat normal life, didn't we? Away from heroes and villains and all that nonsense. Why don't we just leave our 'jobs' at the door? I'll try not to interfere in whatever it is you do, you'll try not to interfere in whatever it is I do, we'll both get along without needing to sacrifice our ideologies."

Rosa seems skeptical, and you can't really blame her. You are basically the sort of person she fights on a semi-frequent basis. You wonder if you've heard about her exploits on the news without realizing it? "I don't know, Monti. I really like you. This is probably the best relationship I've been in." Considering she's only been in three relationships counting you, that's not exactly saying a whole lot. "I just don't know if I'll be able to completely put aside that part of my life."

You reach an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. "Well I, at least, am very good at compartmentalizing my life." It's true, too. You've always been good at packing away your issues, whatever they may be, into little boxes to deal with later. Then again you're not wholly certain that you're not some sort of sociopath. "All I'm asking is that we give it a try, if it doesn't work out we can part ways. If it does, then that's all the better."

She still seems on the fence, but in the end she relents. "Fine, we can give it a trial run. It's not like it can hurt." A wave of relief washes over you as she pushes herself up against you, planting a brief kiss on your lips. You really do care for this girl.

(1/2)

You clink the top of your bottle against hers, a celebratory gesture. "So we have an agreement. Anyway, did you want to try and eat out?" She's still got a pretty bad shiner. You can't say you love the idea of wandering around the city making everyone think you beat your girlfriend.

She grins playfully, trailing her fingers down your abdomen before sliding her hand into the waistband of your jeans. "Actually I was thinking we should just stay in tonight. I think I could use a little stress relief."

An hour later you're lying in bed with Rosa pressed against your side, the both of you naked as the day you were born. How many times is that today, four or five? You think it's the fifth. You're not sure what's gotten into her lately but you can't say you're complaining either.

>Get some sleep, you'll be touring a bunker tomorrow.
>Read up on the details of your next heist, you need to start preparing.
>Try to slip out, you want to take a walk around the city and clear your head.
>Write-in

>>40544274
>>Get some sleep, you'll be touring a bunker tomorrow.

We'll go over details when Eli gets back to us.

>>40544274
>>Get some sleep, you'll be touring a bunker tomorrow.

>>40544274
>>Get some sleep, you'll be touring a bunker tomorrow.

also
>You've always been good at packing away your issues, whatever they may be, into little boxes to deal with later. Then again you're not wholly certain that you're not some sort of sociopath.
Soma confirmed as Monti

>>40544274
>>>Get some sleep, you'll be touring a bunker tomorrow.
Leave work at the door, remember? No preparing heists in our bedroom.

>>40544274
>Get some sleep, you'll be touring a bunker tomorrow.

>>40544274
>>Get some sleep, you'll be touring a bunker tomorrow.

>>40544274
>Get some sleep, you'll be touring a bunker tomorrow.

>>40544274
>Get some sleep, you'll be touring a bunker tomorrow.

>>40544357
>>40544349
>>40544314
>>40544313
>>40544302
>>40544295
>>40544370
>>40544394
>Sleep

By unanimous decision, it's time to go nigh nigh. Writin'

>>40544405
We should get up early and do bacon and eggs for breakfast too.

>>40544405
>>40544430
Will we be eating fish this morning?

>>40544449
I like you, anon.
Would be a nice way to wake her up.

>>40544504
We had sex five times the day before, she hasn't showered.
Fuck and no.

>>40544521
Fag

>>40544449
Supporting this idea.
Best breakfast in bed.

>>40544521
>not liking the smell of natural musk
Are you homosexual?

>>40544521
>not eating your jizz out of her cunt
What kind of man are you?

>>40544526
>>40544541
Yall niggas might love eating your own cum but I don't.

>>40544521
Fagging this hard.

>>40544568
>>40544541
Just tk the jizz out

>>40544568
>implying they don't use protection

>all these niggas thinking we went bareback on our girlfriend
Nigga i expect us to have condoms.

Have rosa fart in our dirty villainous mouth when? We have been a very bad boy

>>40544568
Girls appreciate the extra bit of sacrifice honest lads make for their pleasure.

That's why I never leave the house balls full.

>>40544633
She lets takes off the chastity belt and let's you drink it after you finish wanking?

>>40544609
I don't get why guys dont want to eat their millions of uunborn children.

Damn, the banter took a dark tur real fast.

>>40544659
Projecting this hard.
>>40544663
We use condoms m8 there ain't no unborn children to be eaten.

You wake up before Rosa, but that's not really saying a whole lot. If she gets up before noon it's a miracle. You have to extricate yourself from her grasp, which is a little difficult the way she clings to you, but you manage it without too much trouble. Pulling on a pair of boxers, you wander into the bathroom to relieve yourself. Then make your way into the kitchen to whip up some sort of breakfast.

You're in a bit of a lazy mood so you simply lean against the countertop, playing on your phone while the fridge pulls itself open and various ingredients float out. You get milk, eggs, and a few strips of bacon from the fridge and then salt and pepper from the pantry. While the eggs crack themselves into a mixing bowl, you have a frying pan set itself out on the stove top.

While cooking breakfast you flip through the news. You'd be reviewing the details of your next heist, but considering your agreement with Rosa it doens't seem appropriate. So far it seems like it's been a slow news day. There have been bombings in a few major cities in Iran. Violence in the streets of Belfast. Israel made an announcement regarding its recent seizure of Jordanian territory, but you can't be bothered to read it.

Just as you're about to start plating up the bacon and eggs Rosa wanders in from the bedroom, bleary eyed and tired. She's put on one of your t-shirts which is ridiculously loose on her small frame, but you're not sure if she's wearing anything else. Regardless she wanders over to you and wraps her arms around your waist, buring her head in your chest. She doesn't even seem phased by all the various ingredients drifting in midair.

(1/2)

You ruffle her hair, though she doesn't really seem to notice. You think she might have fallen asleep leaned against you. "Sleep well?"

You get no response. It's only after you gently guide two plates into your hands that she seems to perk up, snatching one from you and retreating back to the bedroom. You join her, and the two of you eat mostly in silence. Only after she's got some food in her belly does Rosa start to perk up.

She nudges you in the arm with her elbow to draw your attention. "Sooo, what's on the schedule for today?" The bruise over her left eye has started to turn an ugly shade of yellow, with black around the edges. At least it's fading.

>Just tell her you were going to see to some work related things.
>Mention that you're buying a bunker.
>Tell her that you and Eli were going to hang out.
>Write-in

>>40545004
>>Tell her that you and Eli were going to hang out.
With a coy grin

>>40545004
>>Mention that you're buying a bunker.

>>40545004
>>Mention that you're buying a bunker.

>>40545004
>>Just tell her you were going to see to some work related things.

>>40545004
>Tell her that you and Eli were going to hang out.
She don't need to know about our super villain lair.

>>40545004
>Just tell her you were going to see to some work related things.

>>40545004
>Just tell her you were going to see to some work related things. Remember the agreement rosa?

>>40545023
>>40545029
>>40545044
>risking a superhero knowing of our hideout, even if not the exact location
Why?
She could let something slip in some situations.
Or if the relationship doesn't work out, she could come after us.

>>40545004
>>Just tell her you were going to see to some work related things.
Leave work at the door, bunker is work

>>40545004
>Mention that you're buying a bunker.
>Tell her that you and Eli were going to hang out.
Can we recomend eli to her?
I remember he is a neutral party.

>>40545023
>>40545004
Fine, I'll swap to
>Just tell her you were going to see to some work related things.

>>40545108
Delete your previous vote, then.

>>40545004
>Just tell her you were going to see to some work related things.

>>40545093
>>40545051
>>40545015
>You and Eli are hangin' out

>>40545108
>>40545079
>>40545072
>>40545068
>>40545046
>You're doing some vague, work-related things.

>>40545029
>>40545044
>You're buying a bunker.

Writin'

>>40545125
Can we point her towards Eli?

Quick, what are you listening to?

>>40545140
How is she gonna pay for super expensive tech? We're not really gonna just open up our bank account for her. I like her too, and want her to be safe. But that just opens up too many cans of worms.

>>40545145
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Uee_mcxvrw&

>>40545161
True i forgot superheroes are broke niggas that live by thanks to getting free shit and good will.

>>40545145
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wwDgSj_Cmag

Dat atmosphere tho.

>>40545188
I guess we purchase shit for her on our own dime. Like, I dunno, temperature proof body armor and a helmet, so she doesn't come home all beat up. It'd be a really sweet thing to do.

>>40545211
Soma
Whens her birthday?

>>40545211
she'll probably be insulted that we're using villain money though. maybe if we get Eli to make it a gift to her?

>>40545328
Nah she doesn't seem that stuck up.

>>40545211
Work at the fucking door

You gesture vaguely around the room. "You know, work things. There's some stuff I need to take care of. Nothing serious, though."

The mood shifts, growing awkward. However, you push through it. "Afterwards maybe we can go out like we were planning yesterday? I mean, if you bruise has faded by then. It seems to be healing up pretty quickly." You really want to ask her who gave her that bruise, if only so you can extract proper vengeance, but hold yourself back. You've got an agreement not to talk about work.

She reaches up to poke and prod at the ring if discoloured skin around her eye, shrugging in the end. "I've always been a pretty fast healer, I think with a little concealer we should be able to get something going." She leans over, planting a kiss on your lips. "Do you want to take the first shower, or can I?"

You wave her off. "By all means, go ahead. I'll take care of the dishes and clean up around the apartment a bit." You'd consider joining her, but frankly you're feeling a little sore after the activities of yesterday.

Rosa slides out of bed, affording you a brief glimpse of the curve of her ass. Enough to confirm that she wasn't wearing anything under your shirt after all. Then she vanishes around the corner, the bathroom door shutting a moment later. You haul yourself out of bed a few moments later, taking the dishes to the sink.

After you've washed the plates and put them in the dishwasher you do a sweep of the apartment for trash, finding a discarded popcorn bag next to the sofa and a few soda cans. Christ, how hard is it to take your empty cans to the trash? You'll get roaches if she keeps this up.

(1/2)

Once you've got the apartment cleaned up you collapse on the couch, flipping on the TV and surfing channels until the water cuts off and Rosa comes wandering out wrapped int a towel. She heads for the bedroom, so you haul yourself up and make for the bathroom. After showering, shaving, and brushing your teeth you dry yourself briefly while wandering out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

You dress yourself in a pair of jeans, a button down, and tennis shoes. Once you're dressed you snatch your phone off the bedside table, checking your text messages. Sure enough there's a new message from the real estate agent you met with yesterday, asking to meet you at an address in the lower reaches of the city.

>Set off immediately to the address in the message
>Call Eli on the way to see what he's found.
>You should probably prepare a few hundred thousand in cash, easier said than done.
>Write-in

>>40545662
>Set off immediately to the address in the message

Gonna have to see the specs before we commit on that bunker.
It might have some spooky skellies innit.

>>40545662
>Call Eli on the way to see what he's found.

>>40545662
>Call Eli on the way to see what he's found.
>You should probably prepare a few hundred thousand in cash, easier said than done.

>>40545662
>Set off immediately to the address in the message
>Call Eli on the way to see what he's found.

>>40545662
>>Call Eli on the way to see what he's found.

>>40545662
>>Call Eli on the way to see what he's found.

>>40545691
>>40545697
>Set out

>>40545713
>>40545697
>>40545692
>>40545693
>>40545766
>Call Eli on the way.

>>40545693
>Prepare some cash.

Writin'. you'll head for the address and call Eli on the way.

Soma now has two smut scenes to write while drunk.

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You wander into the den to say goodbye to Rosa, sharing a brief kiss, and then it's out the door. It's a solid thirty minute drive down into the lower reaches of the city, depending on traffic, so as you slide into the driver's seat of your giant car you search your contacts list for Eli's number. Ringing fills the cabin of the car as your phone dials, while you occupy yourself navigating your car onto the streets and towards downtown.

Eli picks up on the fifth ring. "Listen, Kaiser. Big news. I did some digging into that guy you asked me to, Preecha guy you're supposed to pull one over on. The guy's a genius, he perfected the global internet framework and has made huge advances in the field of AI research. Thing is the guy stays pretty behind the scenes, doens't like his name in the paper. From what I've managed to gather he withdrew from the public eye a few years ago and mostly stays locked up in his estate. Last anyone heard he was working on a pocket-sized device which could store a digitized human brain."

Well, assuming that he hasn't abandoned his work that's probably what you're going to be stealing. "Anything about his estate? Defenses, alarms, that sort of thing. What about family? Does he have any? Any pets?"

You hear some tapping in the background before Eli responds. "No pets, no near-by family. He's the third generation descended from Thai immigrants, parents are both dead and his siblings are mosly scattered across the country. I'm not finding much about the estate itself. He bought it a decade or so back. It's likely to have your standards alarms, probably emergency shutters on the doors and windows. That's just conjecture, though."
(1/2)

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You wonder if you ought to hire anyone else to help you out on this job? You could probably ask Eli to put the word out that you're looking for accomplices, but after the bank job you're a little hesitant to work with a team again.

>Ask Eli to put out the word to some of his mercenary contacts that you have a job.
>You'll do this solo. So far it's not sounding too daunting.
>Keep it in mind, but you want more info before you decide.
>Write-in

>>40546275
>Keep it in mind, but you want more info before you decide.

>>40546275
>>Ask Eli to put out the word to some of his mercenary contacts that you have a job.
We still need a tech guy. This is probably a hugely technology oriented job, and we're utility+stealth build. We'll try to take better care of this specialist.

>>40546275
>Keep it in mind, but you want more info before you decide.

>>40546275
>Ask Eli to put out the word to some of his mercenary contacts that you have a job.

>>40546275
>>Keep it in mind, but you want more info before you decide.

Can we blink through walls?

>>40546275
>You'll do this solo. So far it's not sounding too daunting.

>>40546341
Nope, gotta be able to see the other side.
You can blink through glass though.

>>40546275
>Keep it in mind, but you want more info before you decide.

>>40546275
>hire Eli as hacker

>>40546341
No. Line of sight only.

>>40546373
Seconded on hiring eli.

Just found this and read through the archives and love it so far. Especially the range scene which was accurate even down to the people you meet there being assholes, all it was missing was some guy throwing his spent brass at us because the plasma bursts were to bright and threw off his aim.

>>40546373
>>40546435

he doesn't get involved

>>40546259
>Keep it in mind, but you want more info before you decide.

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You drive for a time through the glittering highrises and tiered gardens of downtown before taking an exit ramp towards the lower reaches. The roads narrow, poorer and poorer in quality the lower you go. Potholes start to dot the streets, and at one point there was just a massive chunk missing where the overpass had partially collapsed. This, combined with the ever decreasing amount of light filtering through the buildings above, makes for a stressful drive.

The Lower Reaches are alternatively a place for hipsters to drink at overpriced bars or a wartorn hellscape depending on where you are. Sure they're not as bad as the suburbs, but that's like saying they're better than living in a ceptic tank. Sometimes you can't tell whether you're driving through war torn Africa or a stretch of Suburbia. The particular stretch of the lower reaches you're driving through at the moment seems to lean more towards the hipster end of the spectrum, but if you've learned anything in your nearly three decades of life it's that a city block can make an immense difference.

Eventually your GPS tells you you've reached your destination. Everything is written in Vietnamese, so you're not sure which one of these places is the pho shop the bunker is supposed ot be beneath. The buildings here are dingy, glorified scrap iron shanties erected on top of one another, built up over untold years into skyscrapers in their own right. You see a woman shouting from her window at a handful of kids playing with a three legged stray dog, and a red rice paper lantern hanging from the doorway of one of the cheap scrap metal lean-tos.

Seems this part of town definitely leans more towards the 'wartorn hellscape' end of the spectrum. Regardless you park your car on the side of the road and climb out, gripping the smooth metal grip of your plasma pistol where it sits collapsed in your pocket. On a hunch, you delve into the store which in bright red neon displays a bowl of steaming soup.

(1/2)

A chime rings out from a string of tarnished brass bells as you duck into the smoke-filled store front. It takes a few seconds for your eyes to adjust, but once they do you recognize Zoe sitting in a booth eating noodles from a giant chinaware bowl. The only other patrons in the establishment seem to be scattered around the room, save for two old man playing some kind of game in one corner, so you simply cross the room to join your realestate agent.

She jumps as you slide into the booth across from her, but relaxes once she recognizes you. Slurping down her mouthful of noodles she dabs her mouth clean with a paper napkin. "I'm glad you could make it, I wasn't expecting you for at least another half hour. Anyway, as I said this property isn't in the best neighborhood-" That's an understatement. "-but I'm sure you'll be quite pleased with the price I've managed to negotiate. You wont have to pay a penny more than ninety thousand dollars."

Damn, that is a good deal. The asking price was two hundred thousand, if she told you the truth yesterday when you met her. She got it down to forty five percent of the asking price. Still, this is more than just a crappy neighborhood. This is a crime infest shithole. Perfect if you want to remain inconspicuous, but terrible if you don't like the risk of being shanked as you walk out of the store.

>Ask her to show you the place.
>You can already tell you're not interested.
>Write-in

Whoops, forgot to mention. You'll keep the possibility of hiring mercenaries in mind for later.

>>40546901
>>Ask her to show you the place.

>>40546901
>Ask her to show you the place.

>>40546901
>>Ask her to show you the place.
I like infested shit-hole neighborhoods

>>40546901
>>Ask her to show you the place.

>>40546901
>Ask her to show you the place.
>>40546922
possible to hire eli?

>>40546955
no.

>>40546955
Nope. He's a neutral third party. Doesn't get involved with superhero or villain hijinks. It's a heathy method of operations.

>>40546901
>>Ask her to show you the place.
I have a feeling the cops don't come here.

>>40546901
>Ask her to show you the place.


Shitty and unobtrusive, just the way we need it.

>>40546955
Eli doesn't do wetwork, so to speak. He builds shit, supplies people, but that's pretty much it.

Anyway, writin' for
>Take a look around the place.

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This is pretty much the ideal location for someone trying to make their start as a supervillain. You highly doubt that the cops every drive through this neighborhood unless there's a riot going on and even then they might just let the place burn. It's a bit of a long drive from your apartment, but that's a good thing really. "I think I should be able to live with the location, I won't be spending much time here anyway. Shall we head down to see it?"

Zoe nods, lifting her bowl to slurp down some of the noodle broth before pushing herself away from the table. "Follow me, the entrance is in the kitchen."

You push yourself out of the booth and follow you real estate agent through the gloom of the pho shop. Eventually you reach a thin cloth tarp covering a doorway, and pushing it aside you emerge into the cramped kitchen space. The floors were probably white tile once, but years of use and neglect have left them cracked and stained. An old man sits in front of giant pot of boiling water, cigarette dangling from his lips. It seems to be heated by a wood fire stove, to which the old man periodically adds what seem to be broken chair legs.

The old man barely acknowledges you as you're led through the kitchen to what appears to be a pantry. Indeed, even when Zoe pulls open the doors you seem to be staring at a storage space for various spices and dried noodles. Reaching into the pantry she works her fingers into a groove and pulls aside the false back, revealing a heavy metal hatch in the floor. "The previous owner valued his security, from what I understand."

(1/2)

Zoe requires your help to twist the wheel which secures the hatch closed but for you it's not that hard. You hoist the hatch upwards, revealing a stairwell into a darkened pit. Fortunately as you start to descend flourescent lights spark to life automatically. The hole is barely wide enough for you to fit through, let alone two people to stand in side by side, so once you reach the bottom it's your responsibility to pry open the hatch door which leads into the bunker proper.

Stepping inside it's much as you expected it, surprisingly true to the hologram Zoe showed you yesterday. The place is fully furnished, though it could use a good dusting. There's a sofa, a coffee table, a television, and a massive bank of computer monitors at the end of the vaguely tube-shaped structure. The bathroom is just a toilet and instead of a proper door there's just a sliding screen. Well ventilated though, and it has its own extremely tiny kitchen. You will say the entire place smells vaguely of cooking beef and chilis, though.

Zoe emerges from the ladderwell behind you, clapping you on the shoulder as she enters the bunker. "So, what do you think? Rated to survive a one hundred kiloton blast, and it's only a few minutes walk to the nicer parts of town."

>You'll take it. Set up some sort of payment plan so you won't have to withdraw your cash all at once.
>Why wait? Tell her if she's willing to swing through a bank you can pay for it now.
>You're not interested. You don't want to crawl through a noddle shop every time you want to get here.
>Write-in

>>40547586
>>You'll take it. Set up some sort of payment plan so you won't have to withdraw your cash all at once.

>>40547586
>>You'll take it. Set up some sort of payment plan so you won't have to withdraw your cash all at once.

>>40547586
>You'll take it. Set up some sort of payment plan so you won't have to withdraw your cash all at once.

>>40547586
>>You'll take it. Set up some sort of payment plan so you won't have to withdraw your cash all at once.
Are there any teleporters?

>>40547586
>You'll take it. Set up some sort of payment plan so you won't have to withdraw your cash all at once.
Grab her ass,

>>40547586
Call our financial advisor, aka Eli, have him look the place up.

>>40547586
>You're not interested. You don't want to crawl through a noddle shop every time you want to get here.

>>40547648
>>40547644
>>40547623
>>40547601
>>40547598
>Payment plan

>>40547662
>Ask Eli about this place.

>>40547682
>Not a fan of noodles.

>>40547644
Other than those with the power to do so, not that Cesare knows of.

>>40547586
>You'll take it. Set up some sort of payment plan so you won't have to withdraw your cash all at once.

>>40547707
Can we ask eli to look over the computers?

>>40547662
>>40547724
What will this accomplish? Also, having Eli "look over the computers" would require that he leave his cave, which would likely take at least DC 25 to convince him.

>>40547777
>never heard of the internet
Anon he can do a lot of shit in his troll cave.
Also we have no need for them so i figured he might find a use for it, maybe as a back up or something.

>>40547807
Assuming these computers have access to the internet after sitting dormant for a number of years.

Also, we have no need for a couple of perfectly good computers in our little hidey-hole? Really?

We'll keep the computers, we just need to make sure they're secure first.

You take a look around the bunker, inspecting it for rats nest or leaks or faulty wiring or anything of the sort. It's partially to buy time while you try to figure out how much money You can withdraw at a time without attracting suspicion or getting reported to the IRS. Five thousand dollars once a week ought to be safe, meaning you could reasonably pay off twenty thousand dollars a month in cash. That'd mean you only have to make five payments."

Having reached a decision you turn to Zoe. "I think I'll take it. Now, I'd prefer to work out some sort of payment plan if that's okay with you. I was thinking over a five month period, twenty thousand the first four and then ten the last month."

Zoe smiles an obviously fake smile before nodding. "I believe we ought to be able to work with that, Mister Abner." You'd nearly forgotten you'd given her a fake name, but it comes back to you know. Michael Abner. You'll need to remember that. "If you'd like we could set up an automated payment on the first of every month. All we'd need is your signature and your bank account number."

You wave a hand dismissively. "I was actually thinking I'd pay in cash. I should have enough time to swing through your office when I need to make a payment."

She seems a little caught off guard by this buy rolls with it. "While highly unorthodox we should be able to accomodate you, Mister Abner. I assume the number I have is the best number through which to contact you, should any issues arise?"

You nod, and Zoe resumes speaking. "Wonderful, then if you'd just meet me back at our offices around one we can have you fill out some paperwork and you can take possession of the property."

>You're not so sure about this 'paperwork' thing. Try to bribe her.
>Don't rock the boat, agree to the meeting.
>Write-in

>>40548100
>You're not so sure about this 'paperwork' thing. Try to bribe her.

>>40548100
>You're not so sure about this 'paperwork' thing. Try to bribe her.

>>40548100
>Don't rock the boat, agree to the meeting.

Bribing her practically screams "I AM A CRIMINAL".

>>40548188
I know but we are using a fake name. Wouldn't that be obvious through paperwork?

>>40548100
>>You're not so sure about this 'paperwork' thing. Try to bribe her.

>>40548100
>>Don't rock the boat, agree to the meeting.

>>40548100
>You're not so sure about this 'paperwork' thing. Try to bribe her.

>>40548100
>>Don't rock the boat, agree to the meeting.

>>40548100
>Don't rock the boat, agree to the meeting.

>>40548188
We're paying in cash. That's enough of an indicator right there.

>>40548216
Probably

>>40548188
I'm pretty sure she already figured it out.

>>40548100
>You're not so sure about this 'paperwork' thing. Try to bribe her.

>>40548100
>You're not so sure about this 'paperwork' thing. Try to bribe her.

>>40548235
>>40548224
>>40548169
>>40548158
>>40548278
>>40548283
>Paperwork is for chumps.

>>40548246
>>40548240
>>40548232
>>40548188
>HELLO FELLOW LAW ABIDING CITIZEN I TOO ABIDE THE LAW

Bribery it is
ROOOOOOOLL ME 3d10+3 vs DC 18 (Base 20, -2 due to traits)

Rolled 4, 2, 9 + 3 = 18 (3d10 + 3)

>>40548313
Praying

Rolled 3, 1, 7 + 3 = 14 (3d10 + 3)

>>40548313

Rolled 3, 8, 2 + 3 = 16 (3d10 + 3)

>>40548313

>>40548322
>>40548325
>>40548339
>18, 14, 16 vs DC 18
>Regular Failure

Good write-ins might provide additional bonuses, but otherwise this is going to be very expensive. Anyway, typin'.

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>>40548325
>>40548339

>>40548362
>Spend 6 vys

>>40548313
"Now, I'm not sure about these paperworks, would a few 'greens' take care of it? " *WINK* *WINK*

>>40548362
>Spend 6 vys

>>40548385
<~Soma_QM> The roll wasn't so much for "Can you bribe her" as "How much will bribing her cost?"

>>40548403
>>40548382
Monti just staring blankly ahead, muttering 'Spend Vys' doing motions with his hands.

>>40548362
"Would passing some money your way help out with taking care of this paperwork?" *Wink, show some belly and mutter about spending vys*

Rolled 10, 10, 8 = 28 (3d10)

>>40548362
>Roll to seduce.
Show some midriff while leaning in close and whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

>>40548362
Now mam, you and I both know this place is far less than ideal, we both know you are over charging me on this, and we both know why I'm still going through with it. But that just means you are very adapt at your job, and so I think you'll understand when I say that the paperwork won't be necessary. So if you would be so kind as to give me your high ball so I can give you my lowball and we'll meet together at an amount that disatifies both of us.

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>>40548469

Rolled 7, 7, 2 + 3 = 19 (3d10 + 3)

>>40548449
look
>>40548411
>>40548362
Rolling to seduce.

>>40548362
>ROLL TO SEDUCE, THE DICE GODS ARE WITH US: >>40548469

Rolled 5, 2, 8 + 3 = 18 (3d10 + 3)

>>40548362
LOOK ITO MY EYES AND GET DAT PUSSY NICE AND WET.

Rolled 10, 4, 10 = 24 (3d10)

>>40548469
Ayy bb how u doin

>>40548438
Your Jedi mind tricks do not work here, Abner. Only money.

Rolled 6, 10, 10 = 26 (3d10)

>>40548362
>Bulk your chest and go all onga bonga with your pecs

Let's just threaten to pop her head.

>>40548469
>>40548511
>>40548526
Holy shit

>>40548469
>>40548511
>>40548526
>So close
>Yet so far from a Nat 30
I'll include seduce suggestions in the post. Sadly, you'll still have to take the failure.

>>40548565
>include seduce suggestions in the post.
Meh feels OOC for something like paperwork.

>>40548565
Do we at least get something for these stunningly good rolls?

>>40548565
But soma, one of those is dubs, and the other is 69.
All signs point to D

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>>40548565
>I'll include seduce suggestions
>you'll still have to take the failure

Wow nice railroading faglord. There's no realistic way for any woman to resist Cesare's charms.

>>40548565
>inplications that you can ignore his girth

>>40548565
THE GIRTH CANNOT BE TAMED

Through dick unity.

>>40548653
Through dick, greenbacks.

Wait the fucks happened? Montis being a manwhore now? To save money when he shoulda just a signed papers?

>>40548812
What did you think these guys cared about being in character rather than getting jollies? You must be new here.

>>40548812
People are rolling with it because the guy got a 28.

>>40548812
>>40548833
Honestly, after these fucks do shit like this i just skim the post and move on

>>40548666
Or lack thereof

You walk towards the entrance with Zoe, trying to look nonchalant. As you near the metal hatch into the ladder well you lean one hand against the wall, turning towards your real estate agent. "Is there anything-" You begin, hooking your thumb under the hem of your shirt and pulling it up to show off your abdomen. You're glad you both to stay in shape. Otherwise this probably wouldn't work. "-I could do to get rid of that boring paperwork? Something for you, maybe?"

Despite plastering on a winning smile, Zoe doesn't seem all that impressed. While she does spend an innordinate amount of time staring at your midriff in the end she just states, tone nearly deadpan. "Fifteen thousand dollars would make me forget about the paperwork."

You frown, lifting your shirt up a little higher. "Are you sure? I was really hoping for some sort of barter program. Y'know, sex in exchange for getting this place on the down low. If you're not game, that's fine-"

She cuts you off, shaking her head. "I'll derive far more pleasure from money than whatever you're proposing, Mister Abner."

You push draw yourself up, letting your shirt drop. "Well hey now, don't knock it before you try it. I can assure you that my girlfriend seems quite pleased with what I'm capable of. If you'd like I can get her to do a peer review of my performance, would that change your mind?"

She cracks a grin, and does her best to stifle a laugh. She fails. She takes a deep breath to compose herself before responding. "No, Mister Abner. I'm going to have to insist upon the money. Believe me this is not the first such proposition I've had and in every case I've found the money preferable to the company."

(1/2)

Well at least you managed to play if off as a joke. Still, fifteen thousand dollars is a fair sum of cash. You could get the money, sure. You might need a few days though. You'll need to hit up a few different banks, it'll probably be an all day thing if you're being honest.

>Agree to the payment of $15k
>On second thought, paperwork doesn't sound so bad.
>Write-in

>>40548909
>>Agree to the payment of $15k
Worth it to stay off the books.

>>40548909
>Agree to the payment of $15k

>>40548909
>>Agree to the payment of $15k
Hah she's alright.

>>40548909
>Agree to the payment of $15k

>>40548909
>Agree to the payment of $15k

>>40548909
>>Agree to the payment of $15k

>>40548920
>>40548921
>>40548923
>>40548925
>>40548926
>>40548930
>Agree to dish out

Sheesh, contentious vote. Writin'

>>40548909
>Agree to the payment of $15k

>>40548953
>Phasing

Why didn't we threaten her again? Who the fuck is she gonna tell, the Chinese dude high out of his mind upstairs?

>>40548984
Do you want a repeat of the bar?

>>40548996
Fire magic is a barterer's best friend.

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>>40548984

>>40548984
Make love, not war.

>>40549002
We did get it for free, and a few guns

>>40548984
>The Authorities

You sigh in false exasperation. "Very well, I suppose if I can't tempt you with sexual favors I'll just have to resign myself to bribing you." You drop the false pretenses, resuming your usual tone. "Seriously though, I'll include your fee in the first monthly installment. Fifteen thousand dollars shouldn't be a problem for me."

Zoe seems to visibly relax, smiling genuinely. "That sounds wonderful. In that case, you may consider the property yours. While I'd love to stay I'm afraid I have other clients I need to get to today."

You wave her off. "No, no. I understand. Good luck with your next sale." Christ, that was embarrassing. You can't believe she didn't go for it. You were sure showing off a little tummy would get her to drop her panties in a heartbeat.

Regardless once she's climbed the ladder you're left alone in your new bunker, with little to do. You might try booting up those massive computers and doing some snooping around the files on the harddrive, or now might be a good time to go over the details of your upcoming heist. Now that Eli's gotten back to you with what he could find out in a day.

Then again you're not crazy about the fact that your very nice car is sitting out on the street in this neighborhood. Smashed windows are expensive to replace even if you don't have anything of particular value inside. Your helmet is currently compacted into a band around your neck, and your guns are at home. Speaking of, you may want to consider transfering your various villainous accountrments out of your apartment.

>Read over the details of the heist.
>Snoop through the computer in your new bunker.
>Explore the neighborhood, see if you can't figure out what gang runs this turf.
>Head back to the apartment.
>Head out into the boondocks to snoop out the mansion you're supposed to break into.
>Write-in

>>40549389
>Explore the neighborhood, see if you can't figure out what gang runs this turf.
We should probably make sure they're not going to have a problem with some strange super moving in on their territory.

>>40549389
>>Snoop through the computer in your new bunker.

>>40549389
>Snoop through the computer in your new bunker

>>40549389
>>Read over the details of the heist.
While
>Explore the neighborhood, see if you can't figure out what gang runs this turf.

>>40549389
>Read over the details of the heist.
>Snoop through the computer in your new bunker.

>>40549389
>Read over the details of the heist.
>Snoop through the computer in your new bunker.
>Explore the neighborhood, see if you can't figure out what gang runs this turf.

>>40549389
>Snoop through the computer in your new bunker.
See if we can contact Eli see if he can find any hidden files.
>Read over the details of the heist.

>>40549429
>>40549413
>>40549400
>EXPLORE

>>40549429
>>40549419
>>40549413
>>40549463
>DETAILS

>>40549429
>>40549419
>>40549412
>>40549410
>>40549463
>SNOOP

You'll snoop through the computer, while looking over files. Probably the last post.

>>40549389
Why don't we get rid of this restaurant and buy the building?

>>40549477
Good cover up.

>>40549477
Because that's a bad idea.

ROOOOLL 3d10+6 vs DC 20 to find some good shit.

Rolled 7, 4, 5 + 6 = 22 (3d10 + 6)

>>40549543

Rolled 8, 7, 7 = 22 (3d10)

>>40549543

Rolled 1, 4, 9 + 6 = 20 (3d10 + 6)

>>40549543

>>40549552
>>40549554
>>40549557
>22, 22, 20 vs DC 20
>GREAT SUCCESS!
Writin'

>>40549564
22,28,20

Get yo shit straight.

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You ascend the ladder just far enough to swing shut the hatch and seal it in place, then return to the bunker proper and follow suit. Once you've secured yourself inside you flick on the TV, pleased to find you still have reception. You flip through channels until you find one playing ambient music and then make your way over to the computer.

You sit down in the comfortable arm chair, spinning it around once out of boredom before reaching over to press the power button on the giant computer tower. A strange logo you don't recognize pops up onto the screen, two pyramids placed tip to tip which then meld together, forming a diamond shape. This loops for a few seconds before the screen goes blank, save for a short line of text and a blinking bar in the top left corner.

Fuck, you're going to have to boot from the command prompt. You can't even remember the last time you did this. It takes some fumbling around but eventually you manage to jog your memory. You figure out that whoever built this thing is running some sort of custom linux distro, though you're not sure what the code was based on. Regardless you're taken to a blank desktop as a reward for all your trial and error.

You play around with the mouse a bit, trying to find a side bar or menu hidden somewhere. There doesn't seem to be one. Annoyed, survey the keyboard. He's got way more keys than usual. You figured out pretty quickly it was a Dvorak keyboard instead of QWERTY but what the hell is this diamond thing? You spot one that seems to have a menu symbol on it, so you tap that. Wouldn't you know it a list of recently used files and programs pops up on the bottom left of your screen.

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The latest file is a video clip, which you select. A window pops up, showing a young man in his early twenties or late teens with brown hair and an inordinate number of tattoos. He faces the camera, grinning cockily, and begins to speak. "If you're hearing this, the experiment worked. Implantation was successful and I survived the procedure. I don't know who you are, or how long has passed since I ditch this place."

The video cuts off there, with the man's mouth half open as if he's about to say something. Damn it, if he's leading you on some wild goose chase only to find a video of some dude breaking a glass jar in his ass or something you're going to be pissed.

It takes you a while to figure out how he's organized his files but eventually you find an encryption key. Unfortunately you can't find the encrypted file. After playing with his file settings and snooping through a few hidden folders you eventually come across a massive compressed file, more then ten gigabytes of data even compressed as it is. You try opening it, and a screen pops up directing you to select the keyfiles. You select the one you've found, and it tells you three more are still scattered about.

After spending another hour digging through endless useless folders you eventually find all four keyfiles and the compressed file displays its contents. It seems to be endless lines of code, though for what you're not sure. At the end there's a .exe file simply labeled 'don't be a fag'.

>Click the file, this seems legit.
>Seems you've fallen for a master ruselord.
>Write-in

>>40550137
>Click the file, this seems legit.

>>40550137
>Click the file, this seems legit.

>>40550137
>Click the file, this seems legit.

>>40550137
>Click the file, this seems legit.
Don't be a fag, man.

>>40550137
>Click the file, this seems legit.

>>40550137
>>Click the file, this seems legit.
he seems to have put a lot of effort into this, I'm ready for the ruse

>>40550137
>Seems you've fallen for a master ruselord.

>Click the file, this seems legit.

I'm lazy, what can I say?

>>40550183
>>40550182
>>40550176
>>40550175
>>40550172
>>40550162
>>40550217
>Click it

>>40550188
>Don't click it.

Seems unanimous. Writin'

We just netted ourself an A.I. didn't we?

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You double click the executable and a dozen windows, most of them command line prompts, pop up across all three of the screens. Lines of text blaze across each window, until one by one they start to vanish. Eventually the last one closes itself and in its place the screens are consumed by what appears to be a massive piece of parchment, at the center of which is a familiar design.

The All Seeing Eye, a favorite of conspiracy theorist and nutjobs for centuries. The symbol vanishes, and in its place you're greeted by innumerable readouts. The screen on your left seems to be detailing all of the presently active superheroes in the city, as well as their affiliation and their real identies if known. You wonder if Rosa's in there? The one on your right seems to connect to a police scanner, a music player, and a news feed, and a list of possible targets. What the targets are for, you're not sure.

The contents of the central screen are what interest you the most. You have a list of options including 'CCTV', 'Data Mining', 'Power Grid', 'Botnet', 'Traffic Map' and 'Telecomms'. Out of curiosity you click on the CCTV link and find yourself looking at a map of the city subdivided into police precincts. Clicking on the precinct which houses your apartment you find yourself staring at a bank of camera feeds, each one from a different angle. Scrolling through you eventually find one for the street juts outside your apartment, though nothing of any particular interest is happening.

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You're about to keep dicking around when an alert pops up, a little bubble of text in the corner of the screen reading simple 'Activity Detected'. You click it, out of curiosity, and the center screen is consumed by the feed of a single camera depicting a fight between two supers. One you recognize as Lightweight, a villain with limited control over gravity. The other you recognize as Vector, another villain who can change the flight path of an object.

You watch the fight, mystified. Why on Earth would someone build something like this? What was he planning before he ditched this hideout? How has nobody discovered this until now? As the fight concludes the screen goes dark, and a vaguely humanoid figure appears on screen. It's just a torso and a head, a glowing blue light in the center of its face. Loight boils up from vents in the side of its head like smoke, or perhaps wires.

Its voice is polite, you'd even go so far as saying it's vaguely British. When it speaks, it does so softly, almost hesitantly. "Hello." It says. "Are you my new caretaker?"

>EEEEEEND THREEAAAD

>>40550751
Sssssheeeeeit. Was Jarvis always going to show up, even if we bought the other houses? Or was that just a really good critical success?

>>40550751
I say we name him Ricky II

>>40550683
nailed it.

>>40550751
Eli is gonna love this, and i have a feeling that what we can steal could upgrade this guy.

>>40550774
If you'd bought a different place then you wouldn't have met this character. This is specifically related to this bunker.

>>40550802
Well, I guess we made the right choice then, didn't we? Not like a suburban house could possibly have something more interesting than a spy network and an freaking AI.

>>40550751
>The other you recognize as Vector, another villain who can change the flight path of an object.
Accelerator exists in the setting, we are so fucked, we should quickly become his subordinate or something.

>>40550802
Thanks for the run boss.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Criminal%20Negligence%20Quest
Archive here.
Next session... unknown? I'll be running Life Quest next time I run a side quest. Banished Quest Monday.

>>40550839
We just need to find the super who cancels powers.

>>40550839
But anon, we basically have Accelerator's power too, except we can use it at long range!
We are the superior Accelerator!

>>40550787
YES RICKY II