>>2638036
>What the fuck are you on about?

>>2638036
>What the fuck are you on about?

>>2638036
>Who the fuck are you?)

>>2638036
>Who the fuck are you?

>>2638036
>What the fuck were you doing?

>>2638036
>What the fuck were you doing?

next option to get a vote takes it.

>>2638036
>What the fuck are you on about?

introductions later. First i need to know if this guy is also a cannibal.

Rolled 1 (1d3)

>>2638036
Dice gods guide me.

What the fuck are you on about wins.
writing

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"It is good to see that-"

"No, shut up I'm talking. What the fuck are you on about eh?"

He seems a bit put out when you interrupt him but he lets out a small laugh, and says something in a language you don't quite understand. A knee in the side brings him back to lucidity, and he starts babbling quickly. At least it's in English this time.

"A monster born of hate, who seeks to dominate all around him. What good is your anger without purpose? You're a fine instrument of revenge, and there will be great things done tonight. But what will your future hold?"

"Speak clearly damn it! You're babbling."

You give him another shake, then slam him up against the wall. He's heavy, but still doesn't resist.

"I am Mars, God of War. I came here to punish the profligates, the same as you. I would prefer that you let me go now, it will be difficult for you to prosecute your righteous fury with an arm otherwise occupied."

Ah, he's a nutter. You should have seen that coming.

He might be useful, let him down.
No, if he's gifted then he'd be too dangerous. Gut him.
No, you have more questions. (What?)

You can hear the revelry of the rich and decadent in the background, it grates on you.

Jack/Barnaby
Status: Fuckin' Fantastic, you're gonna enjoy this.
Money: About a dollar, in pennies and change.
Jack:Content
Inventory: An old ratty coat, really nice steel toed work boots. A nice switchblade, and a very nice cleaver.

>>2638124
>He might be useful, let him down.
As great as Jack is at murder, it's going to be difficult to take everyone here solo without a few escaping. Let's get to work.

>>2638124
>He might be useful, let him down.

>>2638124
>He might be useful, let him down.

>>2638124
>He might be useful, let him down.

>>2638124
>He might be useful, let him down.
>"Sorry about the rought treatment couldn't be sure if you weren't one of then guards or something."

He's only known you for a few minutes and you're already letting him down.
writing.

>>2638152
Hey this guy is right it would be pretty hard to cut everyone with just one arm.

>>2638152
I got a question my man. We don't know what kind of bloke Barnaby was growing up but his attitude towards Jack's ultraviolence is weird to me. It takes a certain kind of monster to see and experience what Jack does and then not even say a word about it.

Is it shard corruption or was Little B always a murderous psychopath under the surface?

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The two of you stare at each other for a few seconds, masks of metal and cloth meeting in a darkened room. He has blue eyes too.

In the end, Jack drops him to the floor. He seems no worse for wear, and pulls out a large straight blade once he stands back up. You take a step backwards and raise your own knife, but he takes a step back himself and tilts his head apologetically. There's only a few seconds before you open the door and head back into the hallway, Mars following closely behind.

"So why are you even here anyway? How'd you find out about this?"

"I was invited by one of the men we will find inside, he thinks me a fellow deviant."

"Ah alright, you some kind of toff too then?"

"I am a God, I am beyond this filth. But my... other mask... serves me well, and allows me to mingle with the higher echelons of your society. Please do not be intimidated by my status, we are cut of similar cloth you and I."

What a lad.

The two of you are standing outside the ballroom now, staring at the degeneracy within and plainly disgusted. There's a good forty or so of the noble men and women within, many in some state of undress. You can also count maybe a dozen servants, footmen and maids within as well, although that number is slowly dwindling.

"So, what can you do eh? I'm damn good with a knife, but I might have some difficulty with that many."

"If you allow me some time, I can have them tearing each other apart. I will need your help however."

[RAMPAGE BEGINS]
[0/46 Victims]
[0 Clues]

"We're treating this as a Ripper attack, he used a similar knife and there were similar injuries from the whorehouse attack."

He went to the Cellar and prepared firebombs, the fires killed a few but the fear was worse. They panicked, and were slow to react.
They just started tearing each other to bits, we suspect that he may have more dangerous powers at his disposal than previously established.
He came in through the main door and started hacking, evidence suggests he had taken a second knife from somewhere.
He barricaded the other door shut from the hallway, that only left the windows as an escape route.
Maybe he did something different though, we're still investigating the scene.

>>2638183
His dad beat him to the point where he didn't physically react to the pain and he works in a butcher shop so he's used to seeing blood and viscera. Violence and blood had been his life for awhile.

>>2638183
Yeah, that is a bit weird, you might want to bring it up with Jack next time you talk.
Or a therapist, but you haven't got the money for those

>>2638187
He barricaded the other door shut from the hallway, that only left the windows as an escape route.

>>2638189
Also this, being able to no sell even the most intense pain isn't a superpower, you just got beaten to the point where it no longer impedes you on a mental level, that's got to have fucked you up.

>>2638187
>He barricaded the other door shut from the hallway, that only left the windows as an escape route.

No one is escaping

>>2638187
>He barricaded the other door shut from the hallway, that only left the windows as an escape route.

>>2638187
>He barricaded the other door shut from the hallway, that only left the windows as an escape route.

Slow and steady wins the race.

>>2638187
>He barricaded the other door shut from the hallway, that only left the windows as an escape route.

>>2638189
Yeah, but being hurt and hurting others are different things. Getting beat up on the regular is not the same as having a first person seat in a slasher flick.

>>2638190
Therapist, in an era where trepanning, bloodletting and electric shock treatment was advocated by doctors and scientists. I don't see how this could possibly go wrong.

>>2638200
>having a first person seat in a slasher flick.

He works as a butcher his work is a slasher fic. But with more animal bits then humans.

barricade the window, piece of piss.

Roll d50+10 for teamwork and stealth.
DC:25 45

>>2638204
door, shit

Rolled 35 + 10 (1d50 + 10)

>>2638204
Let's GO!

Rolled 36 + 10 (1d50 + 10)

>>2638204


>>2638203
I think there's a whole debate waiting to happen here...

We'll talk to Jack about it at some point, I guess. It was just something I found curious and I rather let VOID lay down the law on it before anyone decides to go armchair psychologist and make a big mess of the thread

Rolled 45 + 10 (1d50 + 10)

>>2638204

both DC's passed, nice one.

Writing.

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>>2638210
>>2638208
>>2638207
Looks like we make a good team with the wannabe legionnaire

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>>2638216

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>>2638240
>>2638216

"Another one, Officer Wallis? Not this soon?"

"Yes Sir, and it's so much worse this time. It's the Ripper again, he has the same methods."

"Walk me through it Colin."

"He barricaded the back door shut first sir, that was one of the first things we noticed. Seems he likes to be thorough. He used an oak cabinet from the hallway to hold it closed as he did his work. He didn't barricade the other door, but we believe that's how he entered the room."

"And the bodies outside the north entrance?"

We believe they exited at some point either before or after he closed the doors.

A young couple leave through the front entrance, giggling as they make their way towards the servants' quarters. The gentleman stops a few steps down the hallway, embracing the young lady and pushing her towards a wall. The gentleman wasn't expecting for his companion to tear his throat out with her teeth. She looks around, eyes frenzied and hateful. In the end, with nothing else to focus her rage on she turns upon herself. It's brutal, and there's little left by the time she dies. It's hard to mutilate yourself, but anger can do incredible things to a person.

The Ripper returns after a few minutes, and now it's time to finish off the rest.

[RAMPAGE]
[2/46 Victims]
[0 Clues]

Both of you go inside, there's a load of them, so you'll need some help.
Have Mars stay outside, in case anyone manages to get past you.
Stay outside in case anyone gets past Mars.
Pick people off stealthily, there are a lot of them, but they're drunk/high off of their faces so you might be able to do this stealthily.
Another plan?

>>2638256
>Stay outside in case anyone gets past Mars.
Mars can use his power without us getting caught by it and we can make sure no one leaves.

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>>2638256
>Pick people off stealthily, there are a lot of them, but they're drunk/high off of their faces so you might be able to do this stealthily.
they'll never see it coming

>>2638256
>Pick people off stealthily, there are a lot of them, but they're drunk/high off of their faces so you might be able to do this stealthily.

Leave Mars outside. If we get cought, he makes everyone rage out while we evacuate.

>>2638256
>Pick people off stealthily, there are a lot of them, but they're drunk/high off of their faces so you might be able to do this stealthily.

>>2638256
>Stay outside in case anyone gets past Mars.

Try to conscript any servants who haven't left the premises yet. Even if they can't fight they can grapple and wrestle drunk and drug addled fops.

>>2638256
>Pick people off stealthily, there are a lot of them, but they're drunk/high off of their faces so you might be able to do this stealthily.

>>2638256
>Pick people off stealthily, there are a lot of them, but they're drunk/high off of their faces so you might be able to do this stealthily.

STALKER THAT SHIT.
D50+5
DC:20, 40

Rolled 16 + 5 (1d50 + 5)

>>2638282

Rolled 16 + 5 (1d50 + 5)

>>2638282
Let's go boys.

Rolled 31 + 5 (1d50 + 5)

>>2638282

Rolled 37 + 5 (1d50 + 5)

>>2638282
Sshhh just let it happen.

>>2638290
17 seconds late for the crit

>>2638291
It happens besides makes sense with what the officer said. The bodies found outside the ballroom.

Nah, it wasn't a crit chance. I would like you to choose one.
>You leave a minor clue behind.
>You lose stealth.

>>2638296
>You lose stealth.

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>>2638296
>>You leave a minor clue behind.
you'll never catch me alive

>>2638296
>You lose stealth.

>>2638296
>>You leave a minor clue behind

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>>2638296
>You lose stealth.
Deviants. When will they learn?

>>2638296
>>You lose stealth.

>>2638300
>>2638304
my fellow Connor bros.

>>2638296
>You lose stealth.

>>2638296
>You lose stealth.

Meh, they ain't got shit on us anyways.

Lost stealth.
writing.

>>2638296
>You lose stealth.

Took then long enough to noticed the cloth masked giant.

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>>2638312
I see you're also aware of how good best boy is, just like everybody else. Good shit.

>>2638322
Connor is best boy.

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>>2638312
Connor is a true lad.

>>2638296
>You lose stealth

Nah connor isn't best boy... jack's knives are

Jack and knives are otp!

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It's been a hell of a night, a hell of a night indeed. Mr Henrickson was sure that this was the best party thrown all year, all of the others had been too scared, too damn afraid of the possible ramifications. To hell with the police, they were never the authority here. Sure, others had done similar things, Henrickson knew he was never the most inventive of men. It was the sheer quantity that shocked and amazed. No more was the gathering restricted to a few men or women in hushed offices, This was a party.

Of course, there were a few worries. The food falling through had been a right bastard, but the butcher's boy was helpful and handsome too. He'd have to remember to ask the cooks what his name was, or try anyway. He didn't expect to remember any of this in the morning. None of them really did.

Then there was the other problem, some of the guests appear to have disappeared. Most likely just gone to have some fun upstairs.
The party continued for some time, but eventually Henrickson had to go and take a piss.

He steps outside, and looks to his sides. Then he screams.

The bodies are stacked to the left and right, there's So many of them. Just out of sight of the doorway.

Unfortunately, he manages to scream before his death. They pull him away as fast as they can, but people are already looking, and gasps echo out as the crowd spots the two men stabbing their host.

"This body was thrown aside, while the others were neatly stacked. We believe that this is when The Ripper was noticed by the crowd.

"What, you expect me to believe he was just stood outside the door? Stabbing people as they came through and throwing them to the side? That's ridiculous, maybe one or two sure but fifteen goddamn people."

"Yes. Sir."

[RAMPAGE]
[2/46 Victims]
[0 Clues]

The Ripper stays by the door, Mars goes in with his Gift.
Mars will stay and keep the door shut, the Ripper will go in.
Both go in, you both have knives don't you?

>>2638360
17/46 damn it

>>2638360
>Mars will stay and keep the door shut, the Ripper will go in.
Watch our back while we go play.

>>2638360
>Mars will stay and keep the door shut, the Ripper will go in.
I know I voted for Mars to go in earlier but the image of him blocking the exit as a one man phalanx is too good to pass up.

>>2638360
Mars will stay and keep the door shut, the Ripper will go in.

>>2638360
>Mars will stay and keep the door shut, the Ripper will go in.
This is our show

>>2638360
>Mars will stay and keep the door shut, the Ripper will go in.
Keeping the door shut doesn't mean he can't use his power from where he is, keeping the fools occupied with each other while we just strut up and cut em up.

>>2638360
Supporting >>2638371 if possible.

>>2638360
>Mars will stay and keep the door shut, the Ripper will go in.

>>2638371
>>2638378
You think Mars can use his power on us too? Jack is very stab-happy. If Mars can make him all business we can get the job done fast if all we do is slice their throats and move on to the next.

>>2638360
>Mars will stay and keep the door shut, the Ripper will go in.

Don't forget to have a good humming.~

>>2638360
>Mars will stay and keep the door shut, the Ripper will go in.

Mars can stay by the door.

D50-5 for massively outnumbered, but element of surprise.
DC25, 40

Failure can only result in injury, as Mars will prevent witnesses from escaping.

>>2638360
>>Mars will stay and keep the door shut, the Ripper will go in.

Rolled 18 - 5 (1d50 - 5)

>>2638395
Here we go boys!

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>>2638362
WEW, A THIRD OF THE PARTY IS KILL
TIME TO GO HAM ON THE REST OF THEM

no, literally, grab a roast pig off a silver tray on a table, and bludgeon peoples' brains out with it
Remember: with out power, ANYTHING and EVERYTHING can and will be a weapon

>>2638387
Fuck that. We need finesse, yes, but in places like these we need flair and a bit of style.

>>2638389
>>2638395
This too. Hum along to whatever song is playing. Because I dunno if VOID knows this, but see this
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phonograph
>The phonograph was invented in 1877 by Thomas Edison.[1][2][3][4] While other inventors had produced devices that could record sounds, Edison's phonograph was the first to be able to reproduce the recorded sound. His phonograph originally recorded sound onto a tinfoil sheet wrapped around a rotating cylinder. A stylus responding to sound vibrations produced an up and down or hill-and-dale groove in the foil.
Also pic related.

Rolled 11 + 5 (1d50 + 5)

>>2638395

>>2638371
i think trying to have our new friend use his power is more in a attemp to avoid having any of the servants inside to get hurt during the frenezy.

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>>2638400
my nigga

>>2638400
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

>>2638400
>’ERE WE GO AGAIN LADS

>>2638400
bruh
Bruh
BRUH

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>>2638403
You're welcome

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>>2638400
>Jack right now

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>>2638410
I think you mean this

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>>2638400
100% behind a roast pig bludgeon, fuckin hell that's classy

Well gentleman, i think we earned our title as a bogeyman.

>>2638422
In the beginning I hoped that it would be possible to be a vigilante that could avoid getting on the good guys' shit list. That hope was dashed quite spectacularly early on.

What the hell are we going to do when they find us? All we've got to our name is a potato bag and a knife

>>2638426
Two knives, actually.

>>2638428
one knife and a butcher's cleaver

>>2638426
We can grab the dead rich folk wallet and buy some cool stuff later anon.

>>2638429
>>2638437
I'm not talking about money.

I mean, when the good guys and the bad guys send Blessed hit teams after us. We have knives and grow two feet and get sideburns. They have real super powers

Oh and we can channel the Sassy Black Woman inside of us and hurt their feelings with bad words.

>>2638387
Our power did say his weakness was making him shatter his delusion by bleeding him like any other man

So we got a point of attack at least

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>>2638426
Easy
Run or hide
Maybe if we are lucky we could take them down using stealth but in a one to one fight with anyone that has decent superstrength we're fucked

>>2638441
>Thinking that being able to cause psychological trauma in worm is a weak power.
You do realize that's what kicked off the Apocalypse in canon worm right?

>>2638441
Well we also have powers its just that we don't fully understand them yet.And i don't also see the government sending hit squads for us just yet.

>>2638440
You underestimate the power of words anon. Besides this is a low powered setting and we will never let then catch us. But aftsr two days of doing glorious justice we need a rest otherwise we migth start getting adicted to it.

>>2638448
>>2638452
It's just much funnier to downplay it as super powered sass

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Jack throws the old man to the side before stepping forwards into the room, turning to look back at Mars as he does so.
"You stay here, don't let anyone leave."

He stops for a second, before nodding and standing in the doorway.
"It would be rude to interfere in your Divine work, son of Nemesis. I will make sure you are not interrupted."

"Cheers"

And then your bloody work begins.

[MARS OPINION:^^^ Mortal Hero]

You hack and slash at the screaming crowd, a few men step forwards but it's not enough, it's never enough. Nothing can stop you now. They're scared degenerate fools, grown careless on drugs and drink. Content to laugh as others die. You can see the footmen running, taking off while they still can and you laugh.
"You sorry bastards! Eating human meat and revelling in your evil. I'm here to PUNISH YOU!"

You walk a Circuit along the room, tearing to pieces any man or woman that comes close enough, or cannot escape your reach in time. A few make a run for the door, but they're stopped by the crimson centurion. Any that gets closer than a few feet start to froth at the mouth and tear at the others madly, there's no way out.

One makes a run for the windows, but your cleaver lands itself in his shoulderblades before he can smash the window.

There is no way out.

Now they're huddled in the centre of the room, messy, drunk and scantily clad as they shrink back from your judgement.

There is no way out


"That's how we found the rest sir, scattered about the centre of the room. Believe me when I say you don't want to go in there."

Of course, Arcane enters anyway and Colin is left standing outside. He can't go back in, not after what he saw.

The magician staggers out, skin a sickly green as he frantically tries to make sense of the slaughter.

"A-And, that was all him?"

Colin waits before he gives the answer, he really could empathise. But his shoes were brand new.
"No Sir, we believe that the dogs and the... maid occurred before his arrival. This appears to have been that kind of party. We also found dead men ... in the kitchen.
Arcane does vomit at that, nearly falling into the puddle afterwards as well. It's only Officer Wallis' steady hand on his shoulder that stops him from swooning into a most unpleasant state.

"Tell me there's some clue Colin, something you can use to find him."

"No sir, not a damn trace. There's no way of telling what blood belongs to who, and there's so much ripped fabric and hair that it'd be like finding a needle in a pile of other, identical needles.
Colin's eye's met the wizard's for a second, the two young men sharing a mutual understanding.

"We need a Thinker."

"They won't send one, not out here."

"Then hire the Sage, I'm sure she can give us something at least. This bastard just killed forty people at once, with a bloody knife. I can't solve this without any GODDAMN LEADS!"
Cont

>>2638495
*chuckles*

>>2638495
Tattletale's name is Sage? Das a lame name tats. She couldn't have gotten anything cooler?

>>2638519
We don't know if it's sage anon
for all we know it could be someone entirely different

>>2638519
Sage sounds something way to arrogant to be Tattys name. Must be Coils name.

>[MARS OPINION:^^^ Mortal Hero]

Hey at least Mars like us.

>>2638525
It does specify she, so unless Pigot ended up becoming this world's coil instead I doubt that's the case. I'm hoping it is more a case of using multiple nom de plumes in order to ensure greater anonymity, as yeah Sage is a pretty boring name. It being arrogant is whatever, Tattletale, like her or hate her, is very much a gadfly who projects a very high degree of confidence when around acquaintances and enemies.

>>2638561
Not everyone has to be an expy you know. Sage could just be Sage.

So what are the odds of meeting this universes Grue?

>>2638571
Gruesome.

>>2638571
Chimney-sweep. A tall man in black coveralls and body painted with soot

>>2638570
So far almost everyone seems to be an expy or just a character mentioned in passing. Besides while we can speculate about the expy aspect, there's not much to discuss beyond that at the moment from just a name other than that they apparently a thinker for hire.

Honestly if gender hadn't been specified I would have just assumed this was the alt universe version of Teacher.

>>2638583
That's so perfect it hurts.

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>>2638446
heh, nice try

>>2638495
This is great, I hope this allows us to team up with Mars. Nemesis would also be a cool cape name in my opinion.

>>2638601
Nemesis sounds like it could be our shard's name.

>>2638610
Nemesis was actually a greek goddesses name, who also happened to be the goddess of retribution, specifically those who defied the Gods. This Mars character is probably a rich person with easy access to a decent education, and is also mentally unstable. He also idolizes us as the apparent Avatar of Nemesis. I say we exploit this as much as possible, and try and drain this poor fool for as much money and equipment as possible before pinning our crimes on him.

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>>2638636
anon... that's horrible...
I like it

>>2638636
Hell, if it comes down to it we could always tell the cops that he mind controlled us and forced us to commit these slayings

>>2638636
Speaking of acquiring equipment.

Barnaby's workplace is not the most affluent, but butchers have historically worn chainmail gloves and even chainmail aprons to prevent injury at work. You can still purchase them today because there is no reason to stop using something that works. Personal protection is important and we are eventually going to fight against people who are capable of hurting us.

>>2638662
I mean, we're not that powerful. We're basically a above average human, who can sense weakness or something, and all the people we attacked weren't expecting it. In a straight up fight with say a normal with a gun would actually be pretty dangerous for us. Like, we're not gonna be able to go toe to toe with most Gifted, even if we have the element of surprise.

>>2638672
Yeah isn't that an argument in my favor? Anyone not addled out of their mind with a blade or a gun can fuck us up. Every time you slash or thrust with a knife you're in danger of retaliation and one good nick on our hands can be enough to make us lose the fight.

>>2638683
Oh I was just saying
>we are eventually going to fight against people who are capable of hurting us.
We've been fighting people who are more than capable of hurting us, but I do agree, some equipment upgrades are very important.

>>2638683
>>2638693
If we are to get some defensive equipment it should be something like studded leather or something similar so it doesn't hamper our stealth, which i think is our strong suit.

>>2638702
I own chainmail. Oil it and it barely makes a sound, and especially not if you're moving carefully. It will only make sound if it's ill fitting. You tie it with a cord or belt to stop it from moving independently of your body. An apron is far from the best idea but a shirt that's tailor made is perfect.

Either way I'm happy as long as we armor up

>>2638721
would it be possible to weave chainmail into our coat? On the outside its a normal coat, but with a chainmail lining. Or would that just be very restrictive?

>>2638727
Yeah definitely. Sew the mail to the coat and then quilt an inner layer of cloth to it. The chain will be taut and the quilt will make extra sure it won't make any noise plus it prevents any jingle jangle that would occur if it scrapes against belt buckles or weapons.

>>2638495
Can we steal a new jacket or something on our way out

>>2638775
We might be able to make a gambeson or get a pretty thick leather jacket in the meantime

No Colin, you have to reign in your anger. Anger cannot help you here, you'll just make mistakes. He lowers his voice, and clears his throat before continuing.
"You know I don't have the authority to order something like that Arcane, it has to be you. You're the protectorate division leader, they'll listen to you. I'm just some nobody Sergeant."

"I- I'm not sure I can, there's strict rules regarding mercenaries."

"Arcane, so far all I can do is tell you what happened at the scene, if we want to catch this maniac, then I need something more than what we're getting. This is twice in a row, he's already the worst mass murderer ever to hit Brockton. There's enough blood here for ten regular murderers."

The wizard's eyes pick up at that, and his head snaps up to look at the police officer above.

"What if we're going about this wrong Colin?"

"What do you mean?"

"We keep assuming this is one man, what if we're dealing with a group?"

"Shit.
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"Well that went well, what do you think buddy?"

Mars is silent, and has been for quite some time after you left the mansion. Despite Jack's best attempts to get him talking.
Then again "Hey, you want to see my knife collection" or "So what's your favourite kind of meat" are not the best conversation starters with a man who's convinced that he's a god. It's kind of difficult to speak with him.

"So, I have been thinking."

Fuck me, he does have a voice.

"What you did there, it was magnificent. And I respect your dedication and strength. But I must say, I feel you're going about this the wrong way."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, I've been giving it some thought and I've come to the conclusion that should you continue in this way, you'll be labelled too dangerous to live, despite targeting undesirables."

"I'm not stopping if that's what you want."

"Good lord no, I'm just saying that it may be useful to be a bit more subtle in future. If we had let one of those men live, we could have followed them back to their compatriots."

"Then killed the compatriots, I see where you're going with this."

"Perhaps you do, I'd suggest some more, quiet work in future."

"Do you have anything in mind?"

"Not at the moment, but I will drop off a message in the Times, look for a correspondence entitled "To the short, but very polite gentleman." I shall message you once I have some more work, you can read can't you?"

"Of course, fucking of course. I'm not stupid."

Eventually the two of you part ways, Mars disappearing into a strategically parked carriage with a masked driver. You simply duck into a side alley and transform once he's gone, Barnaby returning.

Who proceeds to vomit all over the floor.
Who continues on, you have to get back to the shop.

>>2638933
>Who proceeds to vomit all over the floor.

>>2638933
>Who continues on, you have to get back to the shop.

>>2638933
>Who continues on, you have to get back to the shop.

>>2638933
We can vomit when we make it back

We're too close to the scene still

>>2638933
>Who continues on, you have to get back to the shop
We can vomit when we're not at a crime scene.

>>2638933
>Who proceeds to vomit all over the floor.

If we're gonna puke lets at least wait til we come across a pub, at least then our puke wont be out of place

>>2638933
>Who continues on, you have to get back to the shop.

We need to keep our composure for moment longer, lads.

>>2638933
>Who proceeds to vomit all over the floor.

If no one else vomited during the party and subsequent massacre then hold it till we are somewhere more discreet, otherwise let loose here I guess.

Keep your composure (and your lunch.)
D50+3
DC:30

Rolled 21 + 3 (1d50 + 3)

>>2638977

Rolled 22 + 3 (1d50 + 3)

>>2638977
CRIT FALL

Rolled 39 + 3 (1d50 + 3)

>>2638977

>>2638983
Phew!

writing.

>>2638983
Hallelujah! Perfect run?

>>2638995
It's close enough to perfect that they think that we are an army of slashers. That's pretty much the highest of praise we can get

>>2639015
True that. I wonder how long it'll take until we start to attract imitators.

That, or we could form our own gang. Knowing fear of every man under our command would make keeping order on the streets pretty damn easy, and it does seem we have Gifted ally already...

>>2639053
We can take over the dockworker's union. Angry, unpowered men who have already killed a bunch of Blessed. Our attacks aren't indicative of using a power and muggles can easily copy us.

Or we could just look into those who did kill Blessed and groom them into fall guys when things get too hot.

>This is twice in a row, he's already the worst mass murderer ever to hit Brockton.
>he's already the worst mass murderer ever to hit Brockton.

UHULL!!! We broke the record bois!

Rolled 34 + 5 (1d40 + 5)

Yeah, you're used to working in a butcher's but what Jack did was bad in a way you can't even begin to describe. When you were transformed there was nothing, you weren't fine with it per se. It was just that you had no access to the body's responses to things like that, it was like you were disgusted on a moral and intellectual level but couldn't access the physical component. Now of course, the memory of what Jack has done hits you like a truck. You force the bile back and slowly stagger back towards the shop, formulating excuses for the time and trying desperately to avoid thinking about the most horrifying part of today's events.

You don't even feel bad for killing them, there's some kind of weird disconnect. Like watching a dream. You suppose it helps that it's someone else actually doing it.

You arrive back at the shop rather late, almost six in the afternoon. Dan's a bit sceptical but there's no drink on your breath, and your clothes are no bloodier than usual so in the end he accepts that the people in charge of the kitchen kept you a bit late. "Sorry, I had a worker before you who'd take any opportunity to slack off. Checking's become a habit." He seems pretty happy with the day's haul though, and sends you home with an extra day's worth of pay for your trouble.

It jingles in your pocket with what you took from the party. It's weird how little money the toffs were carrying, but you suppose that people that rich might not actually have to carry money. You've never actually seen a rich person pay for anything after all, they've always either paid in advance or sent a servant to pay for them.

You change back into your regular clothes, and head back towards your district.

Jack/Barnaby
Status: Fuckin' Fantastic, you're gonna enjoy this.
Money: 23 dollars, plus whatever I just rolled. -25 tomorrow afternoon.
Jack:Content
Inventory: An old ratty coat, really nice steel toed work boots.
Switchblade acquired. It's not the best knife, and you'll definitely need to replace it. but it'll do for now.
[The Baron's Arms Surplus. Located. Sells antique rifles muskets and other forms of weaponry, including knives.]

Head back home, and get some rest.
Head into town, you'd like to buy something.
Head into town, you have something you want to do.
Or you could just explore a bit.

>>2639068
The dockworkers are to close tot he PRT building. We should keep our target to the city center.

>>2639095
>Money: 23 dollars, plus whatever I just rolled.
34+5 = 39
Jesus christ we made some cash.

>>2639095
>Head back home, and get some rest.
Yeah it wouldn't hurt to sleep off the affairs of the slaughtering we did.

>>2639095
>Head back home, and get some rest.

>>2639095
> Head into town, you'd like to buy something.

Maybe we could find some more useful gear. One knife probably won't last forever.

>>2639095
>Head back home, and get some rest.
We can go shopping after we rest and pay the bills.

>>2639095
>Head into town, you'd like to buy something

>>2639095
>Head into town, you'd like to buy something.

we have a tie gentlemen, if no one resolves it within five minutes I'll roll.

>>2639095
Head into town, you'd like to buy something.

>>2639138
and there we have it, writing.

You quickly find yourself in the North Market once more, slowly exploring and looking around in search of something.
What exactly are you looking for again?

>Something to kill people. (The Baron's arms, surplus and gunsmiths.)
>Something to wear, for intimidation. (???)
>Something to wear, for protection.(???)
>Something else?

>>2639191
>Something to wear, for protection.
>Go to a butcher's supply shop, we need new gloves. It won't be as suspicious as a poor young man throwing dollars at exotic knives and swords

>>2639191
>Something to wear, for protection.
Either a chainshirt or some better gloves.

>>2639191
>Something to wear, for protection.(???)

Our power helps with intimidation and we have done alright with killing so far, but being able to take a few more hits might mean a lot in the long run.

>>2639191
>Something to kill people. (The Baron's arms, surplus and gunsmiths.)

Now that we have money maybe we can buy Jack's bowie knife

>>2639191
>Something to wear, for protection.(???)

>>2639134
What happened to the cleaver we got from the mansion

>>2639204
This.

>>2639218
oh yeah, you have that too, I just forgot to put it down.

Remember my serial killing friendos always bring protection.

>>2639227
D50+5
DC:???

Rolled 3 + 5 (1d50 + 5)

>>2639235

Rolled 14 + 5 (1d50 + 5)

>>2639235

Rolled 10 + 5 (1d50 + 5)

>>2639235

okay.
writing.

Rolled 7 - 5 (1d50 - 5)

>>2639235

Well, the dice had to take their revenge sometime I guess.

>>2639264
Hopefully it won't be too bad.

>>2639264
Maybe we just found shitty armor?

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It takes you a good hour or so to find what you need, the shop is located deep in the serpentine back alleys and far away from the main road into the Market square. Andrew's butchery and fishmonger's supply is a small shop, more like a depot to be honest, there's not really a shop floor or anything either. From what you can see, there's just a small desk in front of a door into the back.

Unfortunately no one is inside, it being far too late in the day. So you're left to head home, maybe you can catch it tomorrow or the Sunday. In the end you head home, arriving at maybe seven in the afternoon. It's not that late but your night was tiring so conversation at dinner is limited to the bare essentials, yes you do have enough for bills tomorrow, no you didn't get in any trouble, yes you're being careful not to hurt yourself in the butcher's shop.

You collapse into your bed not long after, having completely forgotten your promise to Michael regarding your powers.

You are in the same room as before, the symmetrical office once more appearing before you. Jack is sat across from you as usual, his posture much more relaxed than yours as idly plays with a meat cleaver. The table in front of you is fully white now, the black marble having disappeared completely from it.

You also notice that while Jack's side of the room retains it's unique charm, it does appear to be much cleaner. Barring Jack himself, who is covered in blood.

Alright Barn? I thought we should talk.

About what?

I dunno, you're the one with all the bloody questions. I just stab people. I thought It might be good to get some thought in though, I've got to admit this is still all a bit weird to me.

[JACK:CONTENT]
You never told me who you actually were?
What do you think of that Mars bloke?
Do you remember anything from before I met you?
What do we do from here? I never expected this to happen, so I don't really have any plans.

>>2639390
> What do we do from here? I never expected this to happen, so I don't really have any plans.

First things first.

>>2639390
Oh, in addition.

How do you just... Kill like that, I don't understand how easy it is for you.

>>2639390
>What do we do from here? I never expected this to happen, so I don't really have any plans.

>If we keep doing this, we're going to get killed before the end of the year. We need a plan, cover our asses. Or stop.

He can't really answer the other questions and he already told us what he thinks about Mars

>>2639390
>What do we do from here? I never expected this to happen, so I don't really have any plans.

>>2639390
>What do you think of that Mars bloke?
>What do we do from here? I never expected this to happen, so I don't really have any plans

writing

I'm really sorry, but I'm falling asleep here. I'll pick this up in the morning given that it's ten o clock at night here in bonglandia.

I shall see you in a few hours.

>>2639495
Don't sweat it, good night Void

>>2639495
No problem Void, see you tomorrow

I did think of something. We've got that other power to see people's worst. It's much harder to track if we need to change our MO but unable to lay low. Jack will just have to be content with bullying people to death- he can lend them knives if he must

>>2638636
Mars is Gallant. He's probably completely loaded. I mean he did get an invite after all

>>2640091
Oh shit. I just realized. Since Gallant in this timeline is super Roman myth, then checking the last thread...
>Gallant / Mars = Mars
>Glory Girl / Lady Liberty? = Minerva
>Myrddin / Arcane = Jupiter
>Assault? / Hermes = Mercury
>Miss Militia? / Buffalo Soldier = Artemis
>Armsmaster / Armoury = Vulcan
But then where does Kaiser and Chessman fit?

Speaking of alternates, uhhhh
>??? / Boilerplate
>who builds armour for his men
>??? / Jackanape
>can tell jokes that send anyone nearby doubled over laughing, unable to cope with the sheer hilarity
>Rule 63 Othala? / Mastery
>can give people and himself superhuman abilities, making them able to shoot beams of light or fly, even heal incredibly quickly
>??? / Hector Frye
>capable of detaching his limbs and controlling them remotely
>??? / Wukong
>can create copies of himself and fly
>??? / Kuan Yin
>can heal any ailment with beams of golden energy
>??? & ??? / ??? & ???
>twin brothers who control shadow
>??? & ??? / Unstoppable & Immovable
>???????????????????????

>>2641148
Wait hang on, Myrddin / Arcane would be more Neptune and Kaiser would be more Jupiter, though Myrddin is Protectorate leader at this point.

>>2641148
If I had to guess, Wukong is this universe's Daiichi, a guy from the original ABB that also had clones and got killed by Contessa.

>>2641189
>Lung got Contessa'd
>Daiichi survived the BS
Interesting.

>>2641148
I'm pretty sure Buffalo soldier was mentioned to be a male. Mastery could also be a trump version of Uber if it's someone local, or given capes from outside brockton bay are an option it could easily be a weaker version of Teacher.

In any case trying to form a team with a roman inspiration could certainly be an interesting angle to go with if we really want to hitch ourselves to Mars/Gallant. Lares could work for Kaiser on that note given this version of Kaiser makes constructs using uniforms or clothes and the Lares were a collection of minor guardian deities, Vulcan could also feasibly fit as could something like Talos if we are fine with dipping into the greek myths.

>>2641894
Lets keep Mars at arms length. He's a useful guy to have around, but thats it. I'm curious if we could somehow get him to attack the protectorate, in case they start to get too close to finding out who we are. Also, would his psycho ray stuff work on us? Considering we're two people, and one of us is already pretty psychotic.

>>2639495


>I'll pick this up in the morning given that it's ten o clock at night here in bonglandia.

Can't believe i velieved in him...

Sorry, I got called into work to cover a shift and I forgot to tell you guys. I’ll run when I get home.

>>2644233
Its cool

>>2639390
>What do we do from here? I never expected this to happen, so I don't really have any plans.

I'm really sorry to keep blueballing you guys, but I'm fucking knackered. I can't run tonight, it'd be like one or two shitty paragraphs and not up to my usual (Low) standard.

I swear to god however, that I shall write for the quest tomorrow at two PM GMT. I'll push through then, but I have to sleep now.

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>>2644443
It's okay void get some rest!
NOOOOOOOOOOO FUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK

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>>2644443
Take all the time and rest you need for quality, VOID. We're still not at autosage limit

>>2644443
dice2d6

Rolled 6, 4 = 10 (2d6)

>>2644753

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You look across at Jack as he sits back on his chair, the killer's vulpine grin unwavering as he crosses and uncrosses his legs on the chair. He looks rather comfortable, but you give your next words some thought anyway. You don't know whether the two of you can interact here, but you'd rather not say something that might facilitate a sudden, unpleasant discovery. It takes you a while, but eventually you happen upon a good way of asking your next question.

"So do we have a plan? I really wasn't expecting this. So far all I can think about doing is surviving and paying the rent. You've been awesome for that Jack-"

"Thanks."

"Uh... no problem. As I was saying, you've been awesome but we should really be a bit less murderous. If we keep going like this we'll get caught. We need to make a plan, and find a way to make money that doesn't run the risk of us getting the chair."

He's quiet for a moment, face scrunched up in worried thought. It's a surprisingly human expression and it shocks you for a second how normal he looks. Part of you is thankful that you went with a full mask, nobody would take you seriously if they could see your face.

Except you know... if they knew about all those people you killed. They'd probably take you seriously then.

It takes him a few seconds to get himself in order and meet your eyes again.

"I guess I could be a bit more clever about how I go about things."

Well that's a start.

"I still think mugging folks would go a long way, it'd be safer than what we've done so far and there'd be plenty of money, depending on where we go."

"Do you not have a plan? Something you want to do?"

He stares deeply into your eyes, and for just a second you catch a glimpse of something terrible. A quick flash of emotion and intent that you can't really identify, but it burns brightly for just a second and you can feel your heart quicken as the feeling recedes.

"I want to be on top, I want to win and revel in it. I want to look someone, anyone in the eye, and know that they're terrified of me."

I don't want to be scared any more.

Jack recoils as that last part echoes throughout the room, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. His face turns red as he stands and howls in rage, a knife appearing in his hand almost instantly.

The room fades, and the last thing you see is his eyes lock onto you.

"What did you do!?"

[JACK:TERRIFIED]

You awaken to another rainy day, the sounds of daily life returning as you try to get back in contact with your mental passenger.

Jack? you there?

He's silent but you can still feel him back there, his emotions swirling and roiling. Maybe you should leave him be for a while.

Cont.

Jack/Barnaby
Status: ehhhh, the Jury's still out, but you're not sick or injured.
Money: 62 Dollary doos
Jack:Not answering your calls.
Inventory: An old ratty coat, really nice steel toed work boots.
Switchblade acquired. It's not the best knife, and you'll definitely need to replace it. but it'll do for now.
[The Baron's Arms Surplus. Located. Sells antique rifles muskets and other forms of weaponry, including knives.]
[Andrew's butchery and Fishmonger's supplies. Sells Chainmail in addition to things like butchers hooks.]

You get up and get dressed quickly, changing into another set of clothes before heading into the main room. Your brother is there already, putting some fuel in the little wood stove you use to heat your two rooms. He turns to you as the flames start curling around the wood, and speaks in a worried tone.

"Hey Barnaby, we have enough for the rent?"

"Yeah, we're good."

I'll leave the twenty five quid in the house, that way it'll be safe with mom and Michael.
I'll take the money with me, that way I can look after it, and keep it safe.

>>2646236
Split it. So there's 25 at home, 25 in the pocket so fate can't assfuck us and we have enough to pay rent either way

>>2646239
i agree
>is jack okay?

>>2646239
Supporting

>>2646236
>Status: ehhhh, the Jury's still out, but you're not sick or injured.
>Jack:Not answering your calls.
"You used to call me on your mind phone."

>>2646246
+1

split the money, because you aren't dumb
writing.

Oh, by the way.
>Go to work.
>Do something else.

>>2646274
>Go to work.

>Go to work.
gotta keep up appearances

>>2646274
>>Go to work.

>>2646274
>>Go to work.
Keep them knife skills sharp.

okay, work it is.

>>2646274
>Go to work.

Time for chainmail

>>2646274
>Go to work.

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"I'll leave the money here, you make sure nothing happens to it while I'm at work alright?"

He nods and answers in the affirmative while you split the cash. You've been hiding it under a loose floorboard, in a small box. It's not the best security, but it's sure better than nothing.

"Thanks Barnaby, I was a bit worried there. Those coppers said that they'd ' ave the stuff on Dad's body back by now."

"Yeah, well I've got this. You just focus on looking after mum."

The lady herself arrives a few minutes later and you spend a short time talking with the two of them about small things, lamenting the weather and trading tips for piecework. In the end all good things must come to a close however, and you find yourself once more headed down to work. There's fewer people out on the streets today, most likely because of the rain, and the few that are out make quick time going to wherever. One thing you do notice is a marked increase in Ironclad gang members on the streets, red silk shirts worn over gleaming steel breastplates. They appear to have taken the territory properly now, the previous gang in charge either being destroyed or folded into the main group. They're relatively polite at least, Boilerplate is known to refuse ill mannered applicants to his gang.

You walk on past, neither bothering nor being bothered by the gangsters. Eventually you arrive at the butchery, and settle down for a hard day's work.


D50
DC: 5, 45

Rolled 20 (1d50)

>>2646310

Rolled 5 (1d50)

>>2646310

Rolled 8 (1d50)

>>2646310

>>2646310
Shit.

>You don't tell him about the thirty quid you stuffed in your pockets just in case, he'd ask where i came from.

also, a regular success.
writing

The day passes quickly,there are less customers than most days it being the end of the week but there's enough that you're kept busy cutting and filleting for the better part of the day. Jack still isn't answering any messages so you're left on your own while you work, thinking about what exactly you'll do from here on out. You've enough money for an extra week now, but at the cost of your reputation with the police. You've seen the papers and what they're saying about you, the Ripper is being hunted, if you keep killing like you do then eventually the police will catch up to you.

They'll kill you if you're caught.

The thought is a sobering one, but it's a truth that you have to confront. Somehow you have to find a use for your powers that isn't just common thievery. It is with that thought that you leave work, wandering the streets two dollars richer than before. Mr Anderson will want paying today, but you've been let out early due to how slow it is so you've plenty of time.

Jack/Barnaby
Status: ehhhh, the Jury's still out, but you're not sick or injured.
Money: 62 Dollary doos
Jack:Not answering your calls.
Inventory: An old ratty coat, really nice steel toed work boots.
Switchblade acquired. It's not the best knife, and you'll definitely need to replace it. but it'll do for now.
[The Baron's Arms Surplus. Located. Sells antique rifles muskets and other forms of weaponry, including knives.]
[Andrew's butchery and Fishmonger's supplies. Sells Chainmail in addition to things like butchers hooks.]
Powers: Thinker power that tells you how to intimidate, scare or otherwise emotionally harm people, can transform into The Ripper.

Maybe you can leverage your powers in a non combative way?(HOW?)
You'd rather not think on that yet, you still have to pop by the butchery supplier, see if you can get something to protect yourself.
Go and take a look in the knife shop, try and coax Jack into speaking up
Explore the City, there's all sorts of cools stuff.
Do something else?

>>2646365
>You'd rather not think on that yet, you still have to pop by the butchery supplier, see if you can get something to protect yourself.

>>2646365
>You'd rather not think on that yet, you still have to pop by the butchery supplier, see if you can get something to protect yourself.

>>2646365
>Maybe you can leverage your powers in a non combative way?(HOW?)

We can hear people's darkest secrets, surely there's a therapeutic application to this? We could try to find work as a therapist assistant or something.

Alternative two is getting a shoe in with one of the local crime lords/blessed. Win their trust and we can be fucking made by vetting their henchmen and rooting out malcontents.

Or hell, go to the protectorate or police and get a job as a criminal examiner. They don't need to know about Jack.

>>2646365
>We can pay off the next two weeks at minimum.

But should probably ask if the butcher can pitch in on us getting chainmail gloves. He'd pay less then he'd normally have to effectively have a pair for his apprentice. We'd have hand armor.

Just say since dad died, our family is a lot more reliant on us not losing our fingers.

>>2646381
I like the last suggestion since we can use our position to help jack avoid the police.But i think we should do it after we get some protection first.

>>2646386
It's an idea, but it adds a layer of danger since if the gloves are damaged outside of work it will be hard to explain.

Also OP, how much did our father's work pay if rent is 25 bux per week? We earn 1 dollar a day, it's impossible to pay rent on that alone

>>2646365
>Maybe you can leverage your powers in a non combative way?(HOW?)
We know people's fears, that cuts out like 90% of the work of being a fortune teller. Lets set up a stall in the market, talk some bullshit about reading hand lines or something, then play into their fears, but try to spin it positive.

>>2646402
He was a Dock team leader, in charge of a dockside warehouse. he got almost six dollars for a day's work. Long hours though.

okay so,
>Pick up some protection from the shop
>Try using your power for fortune telling bullshit.
>Go report an edited version of your powers to the coppers, maybe you can get a job there.
>Try to find a therapist, maybe your powers can be used there.

>>2646413
>Pick up some protection from the shop

>Try using your power for fortune telling bullshit.
this sounds like fun

>>2646413
>Try using your power for fortune telling bullshit.

>>2646413
>Pick up some protection from the shop
We can choose what do with our powers after we get some protection. I don't think we need to rush it.

>>2646413
>Pick up some protection from the shop
One thing at a time

>>2646403
Problem I see with that, in a world with powers, is that someone is going to come knocking and they will find out that we're an unknown and unregistered blessed.

I also doubt it will earn a lot of money. Gypsies usually don't live the high life

use protection, writing.

After some thought and a pie, you decide that locating some hand protection should take priority over daydreaming uses for your Gift. It's a tough decision but you have a week to think of alternative money sources, so before long your wandering brings you to Andrew's butchery supplies. It's actually open now, it being early in the afternoon. You enter, the bell on the door ringing as you step in front of the small counter that acts as the only furnishing in the room.

After a few seconds, an overweight and elderly gentleman comes through. He has ruddy cheeks and a large red nose, his mouth raising into a smile as he sees you enter. "Ah, and who do we have here? You're not one of my regulars."

He did terrible things in the war, and saw worse. Blood and gore that's what'll break him, but you will need a lot.

"No sir, my name's Barnaby. I work for Daniel who runs the butchers between North and Elm street."

"Yes, I know Daniel. You'd be That Barnaby then, he says you're a good lad. Are you on an errand then, I assume he wants something made?"

"No sir. I got a few spare dollars and thought I'd grab some gloves, the proper metal chain ones. My father passed a while back, so now I've got to look after the family."

"And you want to take care of your hands, no problem lad, no problem at all. I'll see if I have any fitted for you."

It takes a few minutes of rummaging in the back, but eventually he returns with a few sets of gloves. He has a few made of incredibly thick treated leather, so tough that they're almost stab proof. Then there's the chain ones. They're made of regular leather gloves, with dozens of small interlinked metal rings sewn on around the outside, enough so that it's completely covered. They come in two variants, short ones that go up to the wrist and longer ones that go up to the elbow.

"Now, The longer ones are probably a bit out of your price range, but it's all good quality. What do you think?"

leather will do, let's keep as much money as possible. (-2 dollars.)
Short chain ought to be good, it's a good compromise between cost and protection. (-5 dollars)
Grab the long gloves, better to cover as much as possible. (-10 dollars)

>>2646402
If we get some simple repair tools (things to bend metal ), repairing our chainmail should be ez pz. Just would have to buy a nice supply of chainmail rings so we can make repairs to some used chainmail. Damage to already ratty damaged mail should be hard to tell, is cheaper, and provides most of the protection we want.

>>2646486
>Grab the long gloves, better to cover as much as possible.

Grab the long gloves, better to cover as much as possible. (-10 dollars)

>>2646486
>Grab the long gloves, better to cover as much as possible. (-10 dollars)

>>2646486
>Short chain ought to be good, it's a good compromise between cost and protection. (-5 dollars)

>>2646486
I'd say try to haggle on the long gloves. Say we can extend up to 7-8 dollars, and long gloves matter a lot.
We're on tough times, dad blew my fingers off and there were gibbs everywhere. My shoulder was blasted and then my dad's brains were everywhere, just drippping from the window sill. it was hor-.. I'm sorry, it's all a bit gruesome. Point being, The protection is important but I don't think I can spend the full $10 at this given moment.

>>2646504
+1

>>2646504
Supporting

try to haggle by fucking with his head.
D50+3
DC:35

Rolled 9 + 3 (1d50 + 3)

>>2646514

Rolled 27 (1d50)

Rolled 28 + 3 (1d50 + 3)

>>2646514

Rolled 21 + 3 (1d50 + 3)

>>2646514
No additional advantage?

>>2646526
some people are tougher than others, and while you know how to scare people, you might not actually be able to do it.
failure, writing

Thhe lesson here is, don't try to use your gifted powers to jew people up.

"Hey, are you sure about the prices on the long loves, I can't really splash that much, but-"

"Then why not just take the smaller ones, they'll be perfectly serviceable. In fact they're what I'd probably suggest, especially for an assistant. No offence, but you're unlikely to be doing work that requires the long gloves."

"Are you sure that you can't knock a dollar or two off of the long gloves?"

"I'm sorry lad, I'm already selling these cheaper than most. I appreciate the effort though, it's good to see that haggling hasn't gone out of style.

Damn.

>Buy the long gloves -10 dollars.
Y/N

I'm going to have to head off now, I've got college and work tomorrow.

I will be running on saturday, probably around 2pm gmt or so for much longer than today.

>>2646573
Y