>>48485603
>>The anesthetics in the operating room, they could dull the pain. Bonus votes:2
Hey Lost.

>>48485603
>>The other package in evidence lock-up, maybe it holds some sort of cure.

>>48485603
>Your brass knuckles, they’ll knock the smirk off of that bastard Julio’s face. Bonus votes:3
God, I love brass knuckles

>>48485639
>>48485667
>>48485713
Thug just barely pulls ahead of a tie. Writing.

>>48485603
Please put new quests in /qst/. That's what the board is for.

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You barely open your eyes and search your surroundings, trying to be subtle. Julio is spinning that damn knife he's so proud of, right after poisoning you too, how could he be so cold after trying to kill his best friend? You vouched for him to get into the gang's circle, and this is how he repays you? At the very least, he seems distracted. You grip your knuckles tightly and stand up, wincing through the pain.

He spins right to you and his eyes go wide as you crawl to your feet limply, though you feel your strength returning and the pain receding. You finally raise to a standing position and try to square up, but a pain in your side prevents a straight posture. Standing crooked, arms raised, you prepare to fight Julio.

Then he runs, bolts away without even a look back. What a pussy, how'd he have the stones to axe you in the first place? The pain in your side feels better, maybe you were just having a reaction to the poison. The basement of Cuervo's seems darker than usual, and both the floor and you are covered in blood. Strange, there's no cuts on you.

>Grab a drink that won't kill you.
>Clean yourself up.
>Run after Julio. (1d20+1)
>Write-in

Rolled 10 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>48486095
>>Run after Julio. (1d20+1)
Look at this one.

Rolled 1 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>48486095
>Run after Julio. (1d20+1)

>>48486095
>>Run after Julio. (1d20+1)
Beat his bitch ass

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>48486095
>>Run after Julio. (1d20+1)
That bastard. No offense, but your writing is that of a fanfiction author.

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>>48486166
Cool, thanks. I'm actually no author, and the reason there's stupid amounts of swearing is the character's experience and almost dying, expect it to change. Trust me, it's better than a year ago.

>>48486126
>>48486154
>>48486166
Great rolls, crits aren't active.

>>48486256
The swearing is fine if its in character

You run up the stairs, still a little sore, and burst out into the bar proper. It's empty, save the bartender Guillermo. The streets outside are spattered in a light shower of rain, the few pedestrians walking swiftly to their destinations, heedless of one another save the occasional nod of recognition. It's a sleepy night in Faraday City, but one development makes you livid.

"Where's Julio?!" Your voice comes out hoarse, making the message sound more threatening to Guillermo than it was supposed to.

"I don't know Mike! He booked it out of here like there was a raid, but there's nothing!" He nearly drops the glass he was cleaning, startled by your sudden outburst, reflexively lapsing into shouting himself.

You force yourself to calm down. It may be justified, but right now anger isn't helpful. It takes a lot of effort and more than a few mumbled curses, but you do it. Guillermo finishes polishing the fumbled glass, then starts polishing his thick glasses.

"Did he screw you over on the Lamb candy deal? Also, you've got a bit of blood on you, might want to get cleaned up." He's talking about the drugs running through Lower Faraday, but the reminder of what you trusted Julio with almost breaks your cool. He pulls out a green hoodie and an extra pair of jeans, your "persuasion" clothes.

>"You could say that."
>"Just get me a drink, Guillermo."
>"I'm going to kill him, he betrayed the Amps."
>Put on the clothes and leave.
>Write-in

>>48486624
>"I'm going to kill him, he betrayed the Amps."

>>48486624
>>"I'm going to kill him, he betrayed the Amps."

>>48486635
>>48486721
Murder and gang violence, writing.

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You take the clothes from Guillermo and resond curtly on your way to the bathroom.

"He betrayed the Amps, I'm going to kill him."

The door slams behind you and the flickering light turns on as you peel off your soaked shirt. Inspecting yourself as you replace your pants, the only notable injuries are some bruised ribs and a deep gash on your shoulder. As you look at the gash, a shiver runs through you and the light goes dark. It comes back on in a flash and you see a figure in the mirror. It's coal black with bloodshot eyes and a terrifying scowl, then the form fades and it's just you in the mirror.

The gash is gone and your ribs are now the same color as the rest of your skin. You quickly pull on the clean clothes, pinning the electric blue pin to your hoodie to identify your status as an enforcer in the Amps. You step away from the mirror and take a seat on the toilet.

>Try to figure out what that thing in the mirror was. (1d20-2)
>Grab your knuckles and make the sprint to L Street to warn the boss. (1d20+1)
>Try to track down Julio by checking his normal haunts. (1d20)
>Write-in (1d20, bonuses may vary)

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>48487022
>>Write-in (1d20, bonuses may vary)
Call the boss and let him know Julio betrayed us.

>>48487092
I could spend time writing an update, but it would amount to
>There is no service
So let's have a revote with that new info.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>48487022
>>Try to track down Julio by checking his normal haunts. (1d20)

>>48487234
Okay then, writing.

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You run out the door and immediately head to Julio's apartment, it's close by so it doesn't take long. You have his neighbor buzz you in, having talked with him a few times before and run up the stairs to the second floor. You swiftly kick down the cheap panel door to his apartment and it flies open, not even latched. Looking around, everything seems ordinary save for the fact that Julio's bedroom door is open.

You rush to the door, knuckles in hand and turn on the light. Nobody ambushes you. It's just empty. Then you notice something, there's somebody in the bed. You rip the covers off and find the last thing you expected.

Julio.

"AH! Oh, shit man, you scared me. Why the dusters?" Normally you'd smash his face in right now, but he has that confused look only he can pull off, brow furrowed but still partially bored.

>It's a trick, smash his face in.
>"You tried to kill me!"
>"Where were you about 20 minutes ago?!"
>It was a trick, the boss must be in danger.
>Write-in

>>48487607
>>"Where were you about 20 minutes ago?!"
Fucking shapeshifters.

>>48487607
>>"You tried to kill me!"
>>"Where were you about 20 minutes ago?!"

>>48487621
>>48487845
Well, okay, writing.

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"You tried to kill me!"

"What? Is this a prank? Where's the camera?" He seems genuine, as long as you've known Julio, he has never been a good liar. Still.

"Where were you 20 minutes ago?"

"Here, sleeping. What's going on Mike? You look like you haven't slept all week and you're wearing your spares." Julio climbs out of bed fully clothed, wearing his blue pin on a white tee, and scratches his head.

"We've got some sort of cape imitating you, must be."

"Well we need to tell the boss, I know I had to report on the Lamb deal, but I planned to do it tomorrow. This guy's got a shot!" He snatches his landline from the nighttable and quickly dials the number for the boss.

After a long amount of talk on the other end and informing on the situation, Julio puts down the phone. He's wiping his forehead of sweat and letting out a sigh of relief. You put your hand on him and feel a cool breeze.

>Roll 1d20, best of three, crits active.

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>48488204

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>48488204

>>48488403
>>48488496
Whelp, no point in that last roll. Writing.

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The breeze abates and you realize a small wisp of black smoke hovers above your hand, and it quickly engulfs you, bringing back that darkness. That settles it, you have powers. What they are exactly you aren't sure. Suddenly a red light throbs through the darkness, like a beating heart, and you see a small picture. It's of that figure from the mirror.

It shows you stepping out of the form and flashes to you intimidating a guy into paying protection, highlighting a red mist getting pulled into your body. The picture cuts to the basement and shows that same red mist pushing into the fake Julio, then he flees. It shifts to the bathroom when the lights went out, showing you in a shell of red mist.

You're starting to get it now. Somehow that poison made you able to control fear, it was probably an accident on the assassin's part. The last picture is of that same monster tearing apart a screaming form.

>You have learned Basic Fear Manipulation
>You have become aware of Fear Form

You comeback from sppacing out annd Julio has collected himself. He looks at you.

"All the other enforcers are dead, the boss escaped the worst of it. He wants to see you as soon as possible."

>"Thanks Julio."
>"Get some sleep man."
>"Can I crash here?"
>Write-in

>>48488801
>>"Thanks Julio."

>>48488801
>>"Thanks Julio."
>>"Get some sleep man."

>>48488801
>"Thanks Julio."
>"Get some sleep man."

Things are about to get messy

>>48488819
>>48488883
>>48488898
Oh boy, is it time for VENGEANCE!? Next thread.

Writing.

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"Thanks Julio, get some sleep." You need some time to process this alone, you get powers from a murder attempt, everyone else is dead, and this whole fiasco almost had you kill your best friend.

"Hey, Mike, don't beat yourself up too much about this. The boss is glad you survived, and I think he's going to bring you into a higher position." You swallow your guilt and wave to him as you exit the apartment. Outside you see his neighbors looking at you nervously, you did kick in the door after all. The breeze rushes by again and you feel invigorated.

"It's all fine, was just worried about my friend." You feel their fear disappear, but you're already on top of the world. You feel like you could punch a hole in the wall right now, but you control the urge.

You need to save that for later.

>You currently have 5/5 Fear

>That's the end for today folks. Twitter is @xLostCowboyx, follow me for updates on next thread. Looking like Friday or Sunday. Any comments or questions, be them about Faraday City, relation of this quest to SLQ, or general critique.

>The question I pose this thread is this. What do you fear and why?

>>48489311
Thanks for running! This seems pretty interesting thus far.

>The question I pose this thread is this. What do you fear and why?
The ocean. Fuck the ocean, and everything that lives within it.

>>48489311
Judgement

>>48489311
>>48489365
Eh Same for me, It's more like... deep water scares the shit outta me, can't see what's down there.

>>48489433
It can see you

>>48489365
>>48489433
>>48489455
To venture into the unknown can bring great enlightenment, but fuck the ocean.

>>48489403
Fair.

Pastebin here: http://pastebin.com/YCFRq4BE

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Fear Form sounds like it could be badass

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