You are Kojo Reyes, mutant crime lord/prince and soon-to-be Kingpin. After dealing with Silvio Manfredi, you decided to spend the rest of your day on a date with Ren. It may have not been a wise decision with your choice of lifestyle and current warpath but why not? You've never been on a date before; Ren's never been on a date before. The makings of an okay first time for the both of you are already in place. Everything will be alright so long as you don't mention the whole making her kill her sister thing and she doesn't ask you anything about your family. Cutting the date short is always a choice but it'd be disappointing to stop so soon on what you think would be a pleasant day.>[X] "Table for two, please." Let the brunch phase of your date commence. "Table for two, please." you say to the receptionist.She jolts, glances at your right side, and looks back up to you from behind her podium."Would you also like some medical attention?" she asks.You tilt your head at her and look down at yourself. The red shirt you're wearing is torn wide open on the right. Golden-brown skin caked in blood is visible for all to see. Spidey's claimed unintentionally inflicted wounds healed a while ago but it's not like your healing factor infused blood knows how to ooze back into you. It'd be simple to just say you need to wipe down but this might be a convenient excuse to leave, not that you need one.>[ ] "I'm fine, I just need to clean off. Where's your bathroom?">[ ] "No, could you show us to our table now?">[ ] "Got any spare uniform shirts laying around?">[ ] "Yes, I would very much love some right now. I need to go to a hospital but I'll make sure to come back later to try your coffee." >[ ] Write In.
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>>2684590>>[ ] "No, could you show us to our table now?"
>>2684590>[ ] "No, could you show us to our table now?">[ ] "Got any spare uniform shirts laying around?"Nice to see you back! The fighting style thing is interesting. Could we get back up if we trained with another super?
>>2684815>Could we get back up if we trained with another super?Yup, someone who can take several punches from Kojo.good luck with that
>>2684818Just start picking some fights with Luke for practice. We all know he isn't going anywhere or accomplishing anything.
>>2684821I completely forgot about Cage. He'd make a good punching bag.
>>2684835For some reason every morning at 6am this horned guy shows up in Harlem to fuck with cage for an hour before vanishing.
>>2684840I love it.Going to have that as an option in the possibly near future.
Voting closed, writing now.
>[X] "No, could you show us to our table now?">[X] "Got any spare uniform shirts laying around?">(1/2)Way too soon to cut this date short; you haven't even sat down yet. Cleaning off in the bathroom may sound like a good idea but there's always that chance of you leaving mutant blood behind. They might have peroxide on them you can use to taint any of the would be evidence but you're not exactly sure if your blood can even be affected by it whether in small douses or large douses. Playing it safe has never come back to bite you before. You can wrap your ruined shirt around yourself and wear one of their's for the rest of the date day. "Got any spare uniform shirts laying around?" you ask. The receptionist shoots you an odd look."Um, I'm going to need to check on that." she says. "Don't you want medical attention first?"You let out an aggravated sigh."No, could you show us to our table now?" you say. Fear fills the woman's eyes."Y-yes! I will show you two to your table now." She rushes out of her podium to guide you and Ren. "Come right this way!" A grin once again spreads across your face as you follow the panicked greeter. Much like what occurred earlier, the nosy clientele and employees stare in horrified revelation at your magnificence. Fear is a delight you often let yourself indulge in. It's a strange sickly sweet smell no human can consciously recognizes as well as an entertaining emotion to observe. You sometimes get whiffs of it from your boys but so very few of them fear you like a normal civilian does. Blood is more enticing to you than fear but you've come to associate the scent of both with one another over your criminal career. Shame normal criminals like Ren will never get to know what that scent's like. Ren's never struck you as the indulging type but she'd at least somewhat understand one of the reasons why you tolerate the stares.The woman stops at a corner booth away from prying eyes. "Alright, this will be your table for today. I'll come back with your menus and your shirt shortly." she says before speed-walking off. Not your first choice for a seating but it'll do.
>(2/2)You slide into one side of the booth and Ren slides into the parallel side from you. For a few seconds you stare at one another underneath the strange neon lights until a thought crosses your mind."Ren," you say, "why do you get so upset when people stare at me? You got rustled to the point you took me away by the hand. No one's ever done that to me before."You can already guess why she got mad. It's the hand thing you're really wondering about. Whether or not she didn't mean to offend, you can't help but feel just the slightest bit miffed over that for some reason. The Japanese girl sits in thought for a short while before answering you."They were being disrespectful staring at you, Reyes-sama." Ren bows from her seated position. "I'm sorry if I offended you in anyway by taking your hand. I was out of line and unprofessional."Ren's typical apology. Only difference is it's over something as simple as holding your hand. You still can't shake that strange feeling of annoyance.You just don't quite understand.>[ ] "It's fine, just don't do it again.">[ ] "Relax, it's fine...I think.">[ ] "Apology accepted.">[ ] "...Is it normal to hold someone's hand like that?">[ ] "...">[ ] Write In.
>>2685015>>[ ] "Relax, it's fine...I think."
>>2685015>[ ] "Relax, it's fine...I think."
>>2685015>>[X] "Relax, it's fine...I think."
>[X] "Relax, it's fine...I think."You're not quite sure what to think right now. There's no need for you to feel annoyed over something so small. If anything, you should have been amused by it. Something is missing from your point of view. Whatever it is, your irritation grows the more you dwell on it. Maybe you can resolve it later but it's better to just let it go for now. "Relax, it's fine...I think." you say. Ren gives you a concerned look."Are you okay, Reyes-sama?" she asks.You part your lips to assure her but the sound of plastic smacking into your booth table cuts you off. Turning to your right, you see the greeter from before wearing a nervous smile with a plain black shirt in one hand."There's your menus." She sticks out the shirt to you. "And here's your shirt. My manager said you could have it if you want to take it home with you."You grin and take the shirt from the woman before she scurries off. It looks like you're not going to get in any trouble skipping out on the bill here. A wise choice by whoever is running the place. So long as you don't do anything crazy they won't make a fuss. You take off your torn open shirt, set it off to your left side, and savor the cool cafe air brush over your bare torso for a moment. Ren, unopened cafe menu in hand, pauses to stare at your chest.The grin on your face widens."You really can't keep your eyes off me, can you?" you say. Ren's face turns a deep crimson before she opens her menu and buries her head in it. Stifling a laugh, you put on the black shirt and peer into your own menu. It takes only a few minutes for a waiter to approach your booth. By the time the man arrives, you've already picked some things out. Still Rosy-Faced Ren has her menu set down as well."H-hello! I'm Se-"You cut the man off before he can overly introduce himself."I'll have a medium-rare steak and scrambled eggs with a side of black bean rice and fresh brewed black coffee for a drink." you say.The man scribbles into a notepad and turns to Ren."A-and what will you have, miss?" he asksShe waits for him to finish writing down your order before answering him."Buttermilk pancakes with bacon and chamomile tea for a drink." she says.The waiter nods and sprints off after finishing his writing, leaving you alone with Ren. You stare at the Japanese girl and she stares back at you. >[ ] "What did you think of Silvio?">[ ] "What do you think of the rest of the inner circle? I've never seen the four of you together as anything other than colleagues." >[ ] "What do you think I should do after we're done with Kingpin? I know I'll have to cement my rule first but it's what comes after I'm wondering about.">[ ] "Tea, huh? Have you ever tried coffee?" >[ ] "Got any questions you want to throw my way?" >[ ] Stay silent and wait for your food to arrive, you like awkwardness>[ ] Write In.
Sorry it took so long, family came over unannounced.
>>2685769>Tease her a little about how she goes red >Any questions?
>>2685769I'll second >>2685795
>>2685769>>[X] "What did you think of Silvio?">>[X] "Got any questions you want to throw my way?"I want to know more about her mindset, but also don't want to put the entire conversation on her. Plus a second opinion could be useful.>>2685795>>Tease her a little about how she goes redThis is fun too
>>2685769>[ ] Stay silent and wait for your food to arrive, you like awkwardness
>>2685795>>2686079>>2686465Lads stop waifuing her you fags.
>>268650It's more about keeping her bound to us and loyal. She proven very useful so far and if this is what she wants as a reward it's the least we could do.
>>2685769>see mutant quest>oh shit can it be Crusty Jones? is he back?>see this hackfuck
>>2686789Why be here if you don't like it>>2686502You do realize we're a high functioning psychopath, right? We're making her more loyal to us by manipulating her emotions for us
>>2685769>[ ] "What do you think of the rest of the inner circle? I've never seen the four of you together as anything other than colleagues." >[ ] "Tea, huh? Have you ever tried coffee?" >[ ] "Got any questions you want to throw my way?"
>[X] Tease her a little about how she goes red >[X] "What did you think of Silvio?">[X] "Got any questions you want to throw my way?">(1/2)Awkward silences are awkward. There's not much fun sitting around doing nothing. Dating is supposed to be something fun or at least you think it should be. You've overheard some dating stories from your boys before; they seemed fun enough. You stifle a laugh when a thought strikes you, drawing a wary eye from Ren. "You're kind of like a light-bulb, you know?" you say. "A red tinted light-bulb that turns on and off and on and off again."Ren's face turns a bright red. A smile forms on your lips."Oh look, you're doing it right now." you say.The girl slams her head against the booth table and doesn't make an effort to lift herself up. You snicker at the sorry sight.For a few minutes, Ren lies her head against the table. Your amused expression gives way to one of curiosity as they go by. Maybe you went just a tad too far calling her out on her blushing. The collective embarrassment festering in her over time most likely went off all at once. Either that or she's been hoping that you wouldn't ever bring it up and had that hope utterly destroyed when you did. Ren lifts her head from the table back to meet your gaze with the just the faintest hint of red on her cheeks.You resist the urge to laugh and move to diffuse her discomfort with a question."What did you think of Silvio." you ask. The last of the red tint on Ren's face fades away as she dwells on the matter."He was prideful yet willing to listen to reason and respectful, at least for now. You may need to keep him on a short leash, Reyes-sama, or display strong leadership after you move on Kingpin. We will not need him after Kingpin is gone and he will most likely have constant doubts on your actions as they aren't his own. It may be wise to dispose of him and assimilate the Maggia fully under yourself before he has thoughts of doing the reverse to you." she says. You let out a thoughtful hum. It's very much possible that Silvio will turn sometime after you deal with Kingpin if you don't play your cards right. The old man was willing to bow after you pointed out all the ways he could crumble without you but you doubt he'd be loyal if he saw you as an unworthy don. Keeping him close might agitate him but at least keep him from making any moves. You could make a show of yourself being a good leader but it might just be easier to kill the old man. A great deal of you still finds the idea of butchering him satisfying. No point choosing a course of action now though. Fisk is still alive and Marcus will have a lot to more ideas to bring your way when you get back to the warehouse.
>(2/2)You shrug off your thoughts and focus back on Ren. "Got any questions you want to throw my way?" you ask.She rests her chin on her hand and stares at you for a few seconds."Do you prefer being on your lonesome rather than with your men?" Ren asks. Simple enough question with a simple answer."I'm used to being alone but I don't mind company." you answer.Ren hums."Do you miss being human?" she asks. You scoff."Not one fucking bit." you answer.The girl raises an eyebrow at you."Why exactly?" she asks. Now that's a complicated question.>[ ] "Do you ever miss being a child?">[ ] "I was nothing before the horns." >[ ] "Haven't you heard what I was like before? I don't want to be that way ever again." >[ ] "A lot of reasons; let's leave it at that.">[ ] Stay silent.>[ ] Write In.
>>2687179>Because when I was human I was at the mercy of others. Now they're at mine.
>>2687179>[ ] "I was nothing before the horns."
>>2687179>>[ ] "Do you ever miss being a child?"
Voting closed, writing now. >>2686789Surprised no one else has called me out on that. You've earned my respect, random guy on the internet. i miss crusty too, he's why i started this quest
>>2687464Sometimes I wonder what happened to him
>[X] "Do you ever miss being a child?">[X] "I was nothing before the horns."There are a lot reasons why you don't miss being a flat scan. For all your ability and experience, you lacked the drive to use them as you should have. You were alive but dead inside. Only one person followed you but you didn't even know you were leading him not that you could've known how to. Weak, vulnerable, worthless, content, powerless, and empty: you were all those things and more but you're none of them now. "Do you ever miss being a child?" you ask.Ren glances down at the table for a moment before looking back up to you."No." she answers.You sigh."I was nothing before the horns." you say. Ren doesn't ask you anything after that returning the atmosphere to an awkward silence.It's strange for you to be talking to someone other than Marcus about yourself. Understandable really, he's the only one you've ever talked about anything with and the only one from your street-rat days who's still alive. You haven't ever felt the need for your underlings to know more about you but considering that roster has expanded to include Silvio Manfredi himself and you're going to take the place of crime Kingpin soon, you're going to have to start fessing up to a few special ones you leave in key positions. The silence and your thoughts are broken by the sound of your waiter setting down your drinks."I'll be back with your meals in just a few minutes." he says.Once again, the waiter scurries off leaving you both alone with one another. >[ ] "Got anymore questions you want to ask, Ren?">[ ] "Can I have a sip of your tea? I'll let you have a sip of my coffee in return.">[ ] "What about your childhood can you tell me?" >[ ] Have a drink of your coffee.>[ ] Sniff the air.>[ ] Write In.
>>2687506The curse it was actually the ass cancer he had beforehand or during, I don't remember
>>2687616>[ ] "Got anymore questions you want to ask, Ren?">[ ] Have a drink of your coffee.>[ ] Sniff the air.
>>2687641Ditto but also>What was your childhood like>>2687628I only read the archive and even then, I knew that phasefags are wrong
>>2687651>phasefagsThe old mutant x point power voting?
>>2687660Yeah, people who wanted to have the ability to phase which wouldn't have been used and if it was, JJ was too much of a crackbitch to not die using it
>>2687660Is there going to be power voting in this quest btw, cause if there is I definitely feel like we should have a few points from what we've already done
>>2687671No, Kojo's not a gene experiment like JJ was. If we're going to do any x-gene or super upgrades its going to cost actual cash and a mad scientist. A lot of cash is required and the position as well as the reputation to attract that kind of attention is also required, i.e, being Kingpin. The options for upgrade are also going to be limited at first and expanded by the acquisition of certain biological material from special people.
>>2687684So we're going to have to get a biological tinker to help us, great
>>2687818It's not going to be that bad. You'll be surprised by who I have in mind.
>>2687871I hope we find out soon. Btw could we fix some of our issues if we just broke every bone in our body? We got to how we are now by partially doing that
>>2687920>could we fix some of our issues if we just broke every bone in our body?I fail to see the logic here.
>>2687983Part of what's holding us back is stated to be our muscles not properly meshing with our skeleton, also it's stated that when our mutant genes activated we ended up breaking every bone in our body and when they healed they were stronger because of our healing factor therefore if we kept breaking all the bones in our body we might be able to correct the issue with our musculoskeletal system
>[X] Sniff the air.>[X] Have a drink of your coffee.>[X] "What about your childhood can you tell me?" >[X] "Got anymore questions you want to ask, Ren?"First things first, it's better to be safe than to be sorry.You close your eyes and breathe in through your nose. The pleasant scent of roasted coffee fills your nostrils. It's untainted robusta, the good shit in your opinion; most arabica blends are too sweet for your tastes. You can smell the sweetness of Ren's tea as well. Doesn't seem like either hot drink was poisoned but then again common rat poison is odorless and tasteless. Poisoning won't kill you but it can kill Ren, who smells somewhat like sugar right now. Chances of any restaurant working lackey being stupid enough to try assassinating you or any of your boys on your own turf is next to zero though. Eyes still closed, you pick up the warm mug of coffee by its side and take a sip. It's acidic taste is nothing out of the ordinary. Caffeine is tasteless so you can't tell whether or not they served you decaffeinated coffee. You wouldn't be bothered if they did considering you don't have a hangover right now and you never need caffeine to stay up not that it could help you with that. You take two gulps of your coffee and set it down before opening your eyes again.The first thing you see is Ren savoring a sweetened tea when a thought occurs to you."What about your childhood can you tell me?" you ask.She takes a more sips of her chamomile tea before setting it down."I lived partly in Akita city in Akita prefecture, Japan before my family moved us to New York City, Reyes-sama." she says. "I remember a lot of Japan still but few memories are pleasant. My family lived in poverty both here and there. Not much changed but..." She frowns. "Nee-san and I grew up in Castle Hill."You walked right into that one.Ren picks up her mug of tea and continues to sip out of it while you take another swig of your coffee before setting it down again. For a few seconds, you mull over what to say before coming to a questionable conversation changer. "Got anymore questions you want to ask, Ren?" you say.Without missing a beat, the Japanese girl stops sipping her tea and lowers her mug."Do you remember the first person you killed?" she asks.Both you and Ren blink for a moment before Ren's eyes widen in realization.It doesn't seem like she wanted to say that. Her tone didn't sound passive-aggressive but still. That little hicccup was a bit too much.>[ ] Answer her question like nothing happened, no need for any punishment.>[ ] Answer her question passive-aggressively so Ren feels like shit, the better to manipulate her.>[ ] Casually take a drink of your coffee, it's better for the both of you if you act like that didn't just happen.>[ ] Stay silent and wait for her to apologize.>[ ] Write In.
>>2688033>[ ] Answer her question. Let her know to watch her tone. A warning is fine for now.
>>2688065Ditto>>2688033Can we have a hint as to who the bio-tinker is, nothing overtAlso we really need to pick fights with various superhumans so we can work out and get our fighting style back
>>2688092>Can we have a hint as to who the bio-tinker is, nothing overtThey've done mutant experiments before and they're not a mutant. None of them are mutants.>Also we really need to pick fights with various superhumans so we can work out and get our fighting style backDan's fighting style really. Apex Fang is Kojo's style. Due to more reliance on his own innnate skill, Kojo didn't train with Dan as much as Marcus did.
>>2688033>>[ ] Answer her question like nothing happened, no need for any punishment.
>>2688117It's a group?
>>2688033>>[X] Answer her question like nothing happened, no need for any punishment.
>>2687996Ah, see, it seems to me that if breaking our bones remeshed our musculoskeletal system better automatically, I think we'd be better already.I suspect either our healing isn't 100% perfect or, more likely, that our body is just not laid out well, as (to my knowledge) we were neither designed by intentional genecraft nor millennia of natural selection.Think Morlocks.Judicious and careful breaking, restructuring, and reattaching of tissues might totally work though. But they'd need to limit our healing factor to prevent it from resetting us to factory settings when we broke something.Perhaps by infusing some form of material into our bones...
>>2688403>Adamantium bullmanI like where this is going
Rolled 2 (1d2)>[X] Answer her question. Let her know to watch her tone. A warning is fine for now.>[X] Answer her question like nothing happened, no need for any punishment.
>>2688813Does our belligerent trait cancel out our manipulator trait when talking to rivals?
>>2688857Used to but now you have at least a +1 modifier to persuading rivals. Kojo's willing to talk but it's hard for him to be civil much less tactful in his attempts. You can always get rid of belligerence with enough therapy and humility via will rolls but you will lose the bonus +2 modifier.
>>2688888Nice get OP get it. Special event?
>>2688888I don't think we'll want that, we can basically convince anyone below us to do anything. Speaking of which we should really work on the loyalty of our troops
>[X] Answer her question like nothing happened, no need for any punishment.>(1/2)You're torn between giving Ren a warning and just answering her question like she didn't ask something that could be mistaken for passive-aggressiveness. On one hand, giving her a warning will strengthen your power over her but will ruin chances of developing trust and also ruin your date; on the other, letting it go will make her feel less like she needs to walk on eggshells around you and you can continue your date without any more awkwardness than there already is. There's a lot you can get from power. Problem here is you have plenty enough over Ren as is. Nothing to lose letting it slip by but you can lose the chance to better familiarize Ren with yourself going the other route. It was mostly the opportunity to make Ren more comfortable around yourself that made you take her out on this date in the first place. A thoughtful hum rumbles in your throat."I actually don't remember my first kill." you say. "At the time, I was probably too young or my mindset didn't think of it worth remembering in any way. My first kill would've likely been sloppy as hell though and some other street-rat unfortunate enough or stupid enough to cross me. I doubt I could have taken a grown man without any experience and, believe it or not, I got better with every kill I remember making one after the other." A laugh escapes your lips. "Sometime after I settled in with Marcus, he named the way I fought with a knife: he called it the Apex Fang. I would've told him it was stupid if I was more like I am now than I was then but, looking back at it now, it fits." Ren blinks at you before relaxing."I've never seen you use a knife before. Did you stop feeling the need to carry one after you became a mutant, Reyes-sama?" she asks.You nod your head."It might have been useful to have one back in my little league gang days but it's useless to start carrying one now. The people we're going to go up against wear body armor made to stop high-caliber rounds. A knife wouldn't do much against that. Plus, I'm pretty sure any knife I'd use now would break after a few kills." you say.
>(2/2)Ren hums for a moment. "Have you tried substituting a knife with one of your fingers, Reyes-sama?" she asks. "I've seen you sculpt steel with one before. You'd have shorter range but wouldn't have to worry about breaking a weapon. It will take practice to get used to at first, however. Full mastery in your 'Apex Fang' may take some time to achieve depending on how you adjust." You blink at Ren.That thought has never occurred to you before. It'll definitely take a while for you to adjust and much more time to get back to the skill you had before but the payoff could be worth it. Supers with immense durability like Cage will brush off any "slices" but stabbing pokes might work with enough force. You don't have any plans on pissing off anyone above your pay-grade so the chances of you running into someone you wouldn't be able to tear apart with a finger are small. A smile forms on your lips.It looks like you made the right call.>[ ] "Care to spar with me sometime? My fight with Itsuki didn't go so well at first: he sliced me before I could do anything. If I wasn't fast enough for the second blow, he'd have taken my head off. I think I've gotten rusty after all this peaceful time." >[ ] "You can ask more questions if you'd like to.">[ ] "Who was your first kill?">[ ] "Have you ever tried coffee?">[ ] Stay silent and wait for your meal. >[ ] Write In.
>>2689061>Let's sparWe need wolverine claws now although I'd prefer them X-23 style
>>2689096Kojo's got a dick so if you ever end up splicing his genes with Wolverine family DNA he'll either get Logan's claws or Daken's weird ass fist claws and that one wrist claw.
>>2689110I cannot understate how much I don't want a wrist claw
>>2689123Why? You can just keep it in all the time and use the two fist claws.
>>2688895I don't get it, i think.
>>2689125Really, I would have thought it'd be an "all or nothing" kind of deal
>>2689133Logan does the individual claw popping thing all the time to impromptu middle finger people and threaten to impale them with his middle claw.
>>2689137Oh, right. Which one has the better healing factor, I feel like that should be a deciding factor
>>2689153Logan suffers from adamantium poisoning so he heals slower but his base healing factor is the same as Daken and his gene baby sister. Kojo's healing factor is on their level and won't change or improve when spliced with any of their DNA.
>>2689160What if we hired deadpool and took a sample, would it kill us because of how good it is
>>2689190If you really want super cancer.
>>2689199I may be wrong but I don't think cancer works that way. His healing factor exacerbates the cancer he already has of I remember correctly. If it's what's actively causing it then any healing factor should have the same effects. Then again this is comics.
>>2689199In any case we need Luke Cage's sub dermal mesh>>2689209They're tied together/his cells reproduce faster than his body can handle them so he always has cancer
>>2689209>this is comicsThat is the explanation for why Wolverine, Daken, and X-23 don't spontaneously grow into walking tumors and somehow have their hair regenerate back to the way it was before incineration. Don't think too hard about it. Focus on the okay stories and plot. I will probably try to explain mutant and super powers like an autist as the quest goes along though.
>>2689217Ah my understanding was that his healing factor kept making cancer because his cells were already replicating incorrectly because of his pre-existing cancer. So theoretically we could get his healing factor and be fine since our cells are replicating normally (or as normal as a mutants does anyway).
>>2689226I think it's partially that, there's also an explaination that say that the healing process regens based on self image which is why it grows hair back out to the correct length
>>2689233I don't think I've ever thought about a mutant healing factor this hard. And now I just have so many questions that won't ever have answers.
>>2689264you thought too hard about it
>>2689061>[ ] "Care to spar with me sometime? My fight with Itsuki didn't go so well at first: he sliced me before I could do anything. If I wasn't fast enough for the second blow, he'd have taken my head off. I think I've gotten rusty after all this peaceful time." >[ ] "You can ask more questions if you'd like to.">[ ] "Who was your first kill?"Forgot to vote.
[ ] "Care to spar with me sometime? My fight with Itsuki didn't go so well at first: he sliced me before I could do anything. If I wasn't fast enough for the second blow, he'd have taken my head off. I think I've gotten rusty after all this peaceful time."
Voting closed, writing now.>>2689294was waiting for that
>[X] "Care to spar with me sometime? My fight with Itsuki didn't go so well at first: he sliced me before I could do anything. If I wasn't fast enough for the second blow, he'd have taken my head off. I think I've gotten rusty after all this peaceful time." >[X] "Who was your first kill?">[X] "You can ask more questions if you'd like to.">(1/2)You are getting rusty. Instead of closing the distance between you and Itsuki with a lunge, you ran right into his range giving him enough time to react. Ren's not in your weight class but she can do well against you with that whip. Learning Apex Fang again and reworking it will be impossible along with revitalizing old styles but you can improve your general combat skills. The fundamentals are the most important elements of combat ability as Dan used to say. Maybe you can bond more with Ren during spars. "Care to spar with me sometime?" you ask. "My fight with Itsuki didn't go so well at first: he sliced me before I could do anything. If I wasn't fast enough for the second blow, he'd have taken my head off. I think I've gotten rusty after all this peaceful time."Ren's eyes widen."Why me, Reyes-sama?" she asks.You shrug."Marcus is too weak, Jesus is a firearm user, and Alex is Alex; you're the only one I can have a prolonged combat engagement with." you answer.Ren nods her head in understanding and takes a sip of her tea before setting it down, revealing a smile on her lips. "I would be honored to, Reyes-sama." she says. You let out a pleased hum. It's not like she could've or was going to refuse you but her answer was pleasant none the less. The honored bit combined with the honorific stroked your ego good. Her smile also helped. Deciding to further savor the moment, you grab hold of your coffee mug and take a few gulps.Things are progressing well between you and Ren. She'll be wrapped around your finger eventually if you keep up the good behavior. Only time can tell if that will stick, though. You doubt anything important relating to your strange relationship will rear its head but you never know. Worst case scenario, you somehow run into her parents with Ren by your side one day and they ask how Run's doing. All this hypothetical thinking is useless, however; you're letting your momentum die down.You set your coffee mug back on the table and focus on Ren."Who was your first kill?" you ask. Ren once again rests her chin on her hand. "He was a man named Tuco," she says, "unremarkable petty thug who talked a big game yet bled and cried like a pig when I made an example of him, Reyes-sama."You smile and nod in approval. Ren smiles back but you notice her wince ever so slightly before taking a gulp of her tea.Without changing your expression, you study Ren.
(2/2)She enjoys your approval when it comes to fighting and killing but she doesn't enjoy it when you commemorate her on brutality. It's no doubt related to what you did to her sister. Maybe she's not so keen on brutal examples after what you did to her. You saw her twitch once the other day when going over plans with the rest of the inner circle as well. Probably wise to steer conversation away from anything too violent. "You can ask more questions if you'd like to." you say. Ren hums in thought."What's your favorite color?" she asks.You raise an eyebrow."People actually have favorite colors?" you say. Ren nods."Mine's purple." she says. "What's yours, Reyes-sama?"You blink and mull over the question for a few seconds."Red, I guess." you say.Blood and power, your two favorite things are represented perfectly by the vibrant color. The fact that it covers up blood stains also helps. Not much use sneaking about but you don't do much of that anymore.Ren hums again."What hobbies do you have?" she asks.An easier question for you to answer than the last one."Stargazing, birdwatching, hopping around the Bronx, spying on people going about their day, and running through the streets at night." you answer.Ren's eyes widen in surprise."Do you ever see anything interesting happen, Reyes-sama?" she asks.The blinding light of a celestial leviathan fills your mind.Now might be a good time to tell someone. Then again, she's probably not going to believe you. You doubt anyone would believe you. Even in a world filled with super-heroes, super-villans, and people who go through a genetic mutation during puberty a space phoenix is a bit too far fetched. >[ ] "Not much, with the exception of the occasional alien spacecraft being shot down by SHIELD or the Avengers.">[ ] "Would you believe me if I told you a giant space phoenix showed me the multiverse and the universal personification of Death appeared to me in my dreams last night?" >[ ] "You wouldn't believe me if I told you about the things I've seen." >[ ] "Pretty stars mostly. Want to see them with me later?" >[ ] Stay silent.>[ ] Write In.
>>2689892>[ ] "You wouldn't believe me if I told you about the things I've seen."
>>2689892>Space ship>Want to see the stars (if night)>Not much really
>>2689989>>Want to see the stars (if night)Does this mean to say this if its night right now or just saying they'll see the stars at night.
>>2690088If it's night right now
>>2690108Ah, it's not
>>2690126never mind i just realized voting is at a tiewhoops
>>2689892>>[X] "You wouldn't believe me if I told you about the things I've seen."
Voting actually closed now, writing now
>>2690234>He said a troubling amount of time ago
>[X] "You wouldn't believe me if I told you about the things I've seen."You doubt Ren would believe your stories. Instead of fearing mutants, flat scans should start focusing that paranoia on the not so little green men who are centuries more advanced and have been infiltrating human society for years. Alien invasions have happened in the past and they will without a doubt happen again sometime in the future. The Phoenix and Death are on a higher level of insanity than the aliens, though."You wouldn't believe me if I told you about the things I've seen." you say. Ren raises an eyebrow at you but doesn't question you on it."How long have you known Marcus?" she asks.A small smile makes its way onto your face."It's been about seven or eight years now." you say. Ren's gaze is filled with curiosity."How was he like when you first met him?" she asks. Your smile grows."He was so weak and helpless back then. I saved his life the first time I met him. Didn't mean to but the small gang that was hassling him decided to do so in my squat at the time. With no where to go and no one to be, he ended up latching onto me. I had a few thoughts about killing him but figured it'd be useful to have an extra pair of hands to hold onto loot and someone to use as bait to distract people away from me. He started mimicking my movements after a while: the way I walked, crawled, jumped, and even ran without making any noise. Marcus could never get the running down properly but he was good enough to try his hand at picking pockets. Had to bail him out a few times and show him how to hide a corpse several times his mass, though. From then on, Marcus started to grow into his own as my partner. He had a lot of trouble adjusting to the gang life but eventually he realized that was the only life he could have ended up living." you say. Ren picks up her cup of tea, takes a sip, and sets it down."Do you have any thoughts of reforming the structure of our organization after Kingpin is dealt with, Reyes-sama?" she asks. You raise an eyebrow at Ren. Thoughts of reformation have crossed your mind before. Only two of your lieutenants can function without supervision: Marcus and the girl sitting in front of you. Jesus can keep things in order but he can't lead, which makes him more suited to be an enforcer like Itsuki will be for you. Alex can't be trusted to do either but is good enough at stealth and proficient enough with a knife to be a personal assassin. Your inner circle of race based representation may work for a gang but you're going to be running an empire in the next few days and that small-time shit isn't going to be enough.>[ ] "I've had a few ideas in mind but I don't plan on doing anything until we're done with Kingpin.">[ ] "Do you have any ideas?">[ ] "This isn't about Marcus, is it? Has he not been doing a good job as my number two or is it just that you want to be my right hand?">[ ] Write In.
>>2690690ask and thou shall receivefamily happened again and i had trouble thinking of ways the conversation could continue without feeling unnatural
>>2690712Also exposition as well as trouble thinking of places to put in natural feeling choices. Like, having a choice on how much info to disclose to Ren about Marcus. Decided to just include a brief summary of their start so it wouldn't lead to a giant info dump.
>>2690699>I've been thinking of ways>Are you trying to be my #2
>>2690699I can't wait till there's the "the heroes are away, so the mice can play" arc where we establish ourselves as the Warlord of New York
>>2690699>[ ] "I've had a few ideas in mind but I don't plan on doing anything until we're done with Kingpin
>[X] "I've had a few ideas in mind but I don't plan on doing anything until we're done with Kingpin.">[X] "This isn't about Marcus, is it? Has he not been doing a good job as my number two or is it just that you want to be my right hand?"Now isn't the time to be discussing reformation. Kingpin's still alive and you're on a date. There are other things you can be talking about that could let the both of you get to know each other more."I've had a few ideas in mind but I don't plan on doing anything until we're done with Kingpin." you say.Ren nods her head.You finish off the rest of your coffee when a thought strikes you. Setting your coffee down, you shoot Ren an odd look."This isn't about Marcus is it?" you ask. "Has he not beeen doing a good job as my number two or is it just that you want to be my right hand?"Ren's eyes flash with panic."N-no, Reyes-sama, Marcus has been excellent as your second-in-command. I'd be honored to be your second-in-command but I don't think I could muster the same respect among the men as Marcus has. He has a pleasant air about him that I lack. Demoting him would rightfully be seen as a questionable decision." she says. You let out a thoughtful hum. Ren takes another sip of her tea, sets her mug down, and shoots you a nervous look."...Reyes-sama, you care deeply for Marcus, don't you?" she says.You pause before nodding your head.It's not like you can lie about that. There's no benefit to lying anyway. You'd just seem more like a monster if you said he was nothing to you. Foot soldiers are better off believing that but people higher up the food chain need some assurance that you won't throw them under the bus without a second thought despite the fact that you could do that. Ren is too reliant and scared of you now to turn but if you ever decide to giver her some of her own turf as your underling she just might if you prove to be untrustworthy as a person as well as a leader.Ren's nervousness intensifies."...Do you love him?" she asks.You blink at Ren.>[ ] "...Sure, I guess you could say that.">[ ] "Not at all.">[ ] "Are you asking if I'm attracted to him? If so, I'm not saying yes but I'm not saying no.">[ ] "Why are you so nervous about asking me about him?">[ ] "What exactly do you mean by love?" >[ ] Stay silent.>[ ] Write In.
>>2692616>>[X] "What exactly do you mean by love?"
>>2692616>[ ] "Why are you so nervous about asking me about him?">[ ] "What exactly do you mean by love?"
>[X] "Why are you so nervous about asking me about him?">[X] "What exactly do you mean by love?"You don't understand love. The concept, feeling, and the purpose of it elude you. It has no real definition beyond what arbitrary meaning people assign it. Feelings like the anxiousness evident in Ren's expression are clearer: she's afraid of asking you about Marcus. A frown makes its way onto your face."Why are you so nervous about asking me about him?" you ask. Ren buckles in your gaze."Marcus is the one person you hold closest to you." she says. "I-it feels inappropriate for me to question you about a matter so personal yet I asked you anyway." Ren bows her head. "Forgive me, Reyes-sama."Your lips form into a thin line.It looks like she got a bit too comfortable asking you about yourself. At least, she thinks she did. Might be a good thing or a bad thing. There's a boundary you haven't set between the professional and personal elements of your relationship. You can clear that up later but you still have a question on your mind. "What exactly do you mean by love?" you ask.Ren rises to meet your gaze and struggles to clarify her meaning."Well...I meant...I meant that if you care so deeply enough about Marcus he means the world to you." she says.That very much helps simplify things for you. Marcus doesn't mean that much to you but he's important to you. It might be more comforting to her if she thinks you hold him that close, though. >[ ] "I guess you could say I love him that way.">[ ] "Marcus means a lot to me but I don't value him that much.">[ ] "You can ask me personal questions if you want to; don't be afraid to ask.">[ ] "Ren, I forgive you but don't ask me anything about Marcus or anything else personal to me again.">[ ] Stay silent.>[ ] Write In.
>>2692978>>[X] "Marcus means a lot to me but I don't value him that much."He is important to us, but he's not the world.>>[X] "You can ask me personal questions if you want to; don't be afraid to ask."This is a date, after all.
>[X] "Marcus means a lot to me but I don't value him that much.">[X] "You can ask me personal questions if you want to; don't be afraid to ask."Best for you to be honest. Ren's likely going to get to know you more in the future and she'll figure out whatever lies you tell her by then. It won't be good for your relationship then or now. A major problem you can see happening if you lie is Marcus somehow coaxing the info out of Ren and teasing the ever loving hell out of you for it. You'd probably end up killing the both of them if that ever happened."Marcus means a lot to me but I don't value him that much." you say.Ren's nervous form relaxes."Ah, I see." she says.Grabbing hold of her tea cup, she takes a long sip to further calm herself. You wait for her to set her now empty cup down before clearing things up."You can ask me personal questions if you want to; don't be afraid to ask." you say. The two of you are on a date after all. It'd be weird for personal questions to be off limits. Besides, there's no way she can get to know you better if she doesn't ask anything personal. You can answer most of them well enough and there's only one subject you're not willing to ever tell anyone about. Chances of her asking you about that one thing are close to zero considering she already knows you grew up a street-rat. A smile forms on Ren's lips."I'll try to, Reyes-sama." she says.You smile back at Ren.The moment is ruined however when your waiter walks by."Here's your steak, eggs, and beans." He lays the meal down in front of you before turning to Ren. "And here's your pancakes with bacon." The nameless waiter lays them down in front of her. "Do you two want refills on your drinks?" he asks.Both you and Ren nod at the waiter. "I'll be back in a minute." he saysYou turn back to face Ren as the waiter scurries off. >[ ] Dig into your food.>[ ] Sniff the air. >[ ] "Do you want anything from my plate?">[ ] "Where do you usually eat in Hunts Point?" >[ ] Write in.
>>2693418>Sniff the air >Dig into our food and try a bit of hers before she eats itJust to make sure, I'm also not trusting of how many times we've been given the sniff optio
>>2693418>>2693462>>Sniff the airSavvy>>[X] Dig into our food
>[X] Sniff the air.>[X} Dig into your food and try a bit of Ren's before she eats it.Paranoia is a blessing, not a curse. You close your eyes and take in the surrounding air through your nose. Grilled beef, congealed blood, melting butter, baked batter, roasted beans, fried rice, and the sweet aroma of cooked bacon flood your senses. Your mouth waters at the blissful aroma. Nothing is out of place but you haven't had a taste yet. Opening your eyes, you see Ren with a knife and a fork in hand aimed at cutting off a piece of her pancakes.You reach over with one hand, tear off a piece of the pancake in question, snap off part of a crispy bacon strip on the side of her dish, and throwing both pieces back into your open mouth before she can consume either. Ren blinks at you as you slowly roll over and chew both pieces in your mouth.Swallowing, you give Ren a thumbs up. "Good meal choice; it's safe to eat." you say. Ren tilts her head at you before her eyes widen in realization."Alex was telling the truth when she said Reyes-sama had enhanced senses." she says.You shrug."Just smell and taste." you say. Turning your attention away from Ren, you focus back on the meal you ordered. You rip off a piece of your steak and plop it into your mouth. Sweet, savory blood is the first thing you taste. Rolling it around in your mouth, you try to savor it before giving in and swallowing it. The rest of the steak doesn't get the same consideration. Pulling away half of it, you take it into your gaping maw and tear it to shreds in just a few seconds. For a good minute you let the pieces ooze blood before swallowing. Its other half receives the exact same treatment. With some steak blood still on the plate, you bend your head down and lap it up much like a cat would. Rising up, you let out a satisfied moan and see Ren staring at you with a blush on her face.>[ ] "You. Saw. Nothing.">[ ] "Oh god, did that turn you on?">[ ] "...What?">[ ] "...Sooo, you talk to Alex?">[ ] Say nothing and finish the rest of your meal.>[ ] Write In.
>>2694083>You saw nothing>If you did see something, you won't see anything else ever
>>2694083>>[X] "...What?""Slurp!"Lick and smile at her.
>>2694083>[ ] "Oh god, did that turn you on?">[ ] "...What?"
>>2696406Good to see you again OP
>[X] "...What?">[X] Lick and smile at her.>[X] "Oh god, did that turn you on?"You are very much tempted to threaten Ren to never disclose what she just saw. That would ruin your date, however. It's not like she would tell anyone. She's not a gossip as far as you know and she'd probably never tell anyone that you two even went on a date in the first place. Play it cool, and you'll brush it off without any incident. "...What?" you ask.Ren breaks into a cold sweat."Um, Reyes-sama, you were licking your plate like...like..." Her voice trails off. You raise an eyebrow at Ren."Like what?" you ask.The Japaneses girl gulps."...Like a cat." she whispers.You stare at Ren until a mischievous thought crosses your mind. Parting your lips, you slide out your tongue and lick the air before smiling at her.Ren's blush deepens to a dark crimson. You have to stifle a laugh as yet another devious idea pops into your head."Oh god," you say, "did that turn you on?" Ren pauses and starts to shake. "I didn't...I mean...I'm not..." She begins to twiddle her fingers. "I-I just thought you looked cute."You blink at Ren.No one has ever called you cute. Correction, only Abuelita and a couple of long-dead pedophiles have ever called you cute. That was back in your street-rat days, though, but even then you looked a lot like a feral rat. You're too tall, too strong, and too drop dead gorgeous now to ever be called anything other than handsome or menacing. >[ ] "I don't look handsome to you?" >[ ] "I look cute? That's what I should be saying to you. You're adorable.">[ ] "I'm not supposed to be cute: I'm supposed to be menacing.">[ ] "Sooo, you talk to Alex?">[ ] Stay silent and eat the rest of your meal.>[ ] Write In.
>>2696576Huh. I'm genuinely at a loss on how to play this. Really wasn't expecting that.
>>2696576Kinda want something in between here.>>[X] "I look cute? I'm not supposed to be cute: I'm supposed to be menacing. Although, I should be saying that to you. Blushing like that, you're adorable."Something like that.I'd throw in a humorously irritated pout if it were remotely appropriate for the character.
>>2696576>[ ] "I look cute? That's what I should be saying to you. You're adorable.">[ ] "I'm not supposed to be cute: I'm supposed to be menacing."
>>2696841>I'd throw in a humorously irritated pout if it were remotely appropriate for the character.Love how distinct I've made Kojo enough for you to feel that way.. Can't tell if I made his backstory a little too ridiculous but I set this in the Marvel universe and not all of it has been revealed yet.
>>2696949>backstory a little too ridiculous>set this in the Marvel universePick one
>>2696982Nevermind, Kojo's fine having once been an emotionless murderer who took down gangs in his childhood before running one as a mutant.
>[X] "I look cute? I'm not supposed to be cute: I'm supposed to be menacing. I should be saying that to you. Blushing like that, you're adorable."It feels weird for you to be called cute by someone who's not an insane old woman or a creepy pederass. "I look cute?" you say. "I'm not supposed to be cute: I'm supposed to be menacing." A grin spreads across your face as a devious thought comes to mind. "I should be saying that to you. Blushing like that, you're adorable."Ren slumps back in her seat and tries to bury her crimson head inside her jacket.You chuckle at the adorable sight. As you take in Ren's sorry form, you hear the sound of squeaking wheels behind you. One precautionary sniff of the air reveals it to be the nameless waiter coming with two containers filled with coffee and chamomile tea. The man pushes a metal trolley carrying your chosen beverages to the open side of your shared booth, refills both of your drinks, and rolls away without a word much to your relief. Eyes fixed on a still broken Ren, you take a few gulps of your coffee before setting it down. >[ ] "Your food's going to get cold if you stay like that.">[ ] "Back when I called you my girlfriend on that rooftop, you had this look in your eyes. What was that about?">[ ] "Sooo, you talk to Alex?">[ ] "Did a break a fuse?">[ ] Stay silent and eat the rest of your food.>[ ] Write In.
>>2697123>[ ] "Did I break a fuse?">[ ] "Your food's going to get cold if you stay like that."
>>2697123>>[X] "Did I break a fuse?">>[X] "Your food's going to get cold if you stay like that.">>2697331Voting anyway.Heh
>[X] "Did I break a fuse?">[X] "Your food's going to get cold if you stay like that."You thought you pushed her over the edge when you said the red light-bulb thing. At least then, she got right back up. It took the prospect of asking you more about yourself to raise herself up though. May as well get one last tease in before she turns off ever so slowly. It's fun to leave her turned on all red and pink like she is now. A grin spreads across your face."Did I break a fuse?" you ask. Ren slumps further in her seat, disappearing halfway beneath the table and gazing upwards to the ceiling away from you.You choke down a laugh, lift up your coffee mug, savor a taste, and lower it beneath your chin. "Your food's going to get cold if you stay like that." you say.The Japanese girl gradually rises back in her seat before taking her knife and fork in hand, using both to mechanically cut pieces out of her pancakes. Suppressing another laugh, you take another swig of your coffee.You're never going to get tired of her antics if she stays like this forever.>[ ] "Sooo, you talk to Alex?">[ ] "Got anymore questions you want to ask?">[ ] "Back when I called you my girlfriend on that rooftop, you had this strange look in your eyes. What was that about?">[ ] Stay silent and eat the rest of your food, it's getting cold like Ren's and she could use a break from your teasing.>[ ] Write In.
>>2697398you fuuuck I actually appreciate your vote even if it's late. Let's me know you're still reading.
>>2697440>[ ] Stay silent and eat the rest of your food, it's getting cold like Ren's and she could use a break from your teasing.
>>2697440>It took the prospect of asking you more about yourself to raise herself up though.So...>>[X] "Got anymore questions you want to ask?"Then>>[X] Stay silent and eat the rest of your food, it's getting cold like Ren's and she could use a break from your teasing.Curious about the strange look, but I don't want to break our Japanese girl.>>2697447>spoilerExactly.I lurk no moar.
>>2697482>I lurk no moar.Welcome to the light
>>2697524Thank you.No lie, it burns a little.
>>2697550You'll get used to it.
Voting closed, writing now
>[X] "Got anymore questions you want to ask?">[X] Eat the rest of your food, it's getting cold like Ren's and she could use a break from your teasing.>(1/2)Time to return Ren to the land of the living.You set down your mug of coffee."Got anymore questions you want to ask?" you say.Ren puts a few slices of syrup slathered pancakes into her mouth and swallows."Do you have any dreams?" she asks. You shrug."Not really." you answer.Ren raises an eyebrow at you."Not even becoming Kingpin, Reyes-sama?"You hum."It's inevitable. There is nothing about the position that has ever been out of my reach. With things being as stagnant as they have been for years after Rigoletto's fall, it was only a matter of time until someone conquered the Bronx and amassed enough men, funds, and equipment to push into the other boroughs. Not much will change when I become Kingpin. There'll always be someone to fight, bend, extort, and destroy. I'll enjoy wearing the crown but I can hardly call it a dream. Whatever happens in the next few days, I won't be content whether I fail or succeed." you say.Ren blinks at you."Then what is it that you desire?" she asks. You grin."Power, can't get enough of it and there's an infinite amount of it." you say.Ren doesn't look surprised as she eats a few more pancake slices."Is there anything else that interests you?" she asks. You raise your mug of coffee, take a gulp, and set it down."Having a family, I guess." you say. Ren stops funneling her forked pancake slice to gape at you.You let out a laugh."What?" you say. "I'm not going to be a prince for much longer and every king needs an heir. The chances of someone taking me out may be low but I don't want to die without leaving a child behind to carry on in my place. Besides that, I grew up without a family; this is the only way I'm ever going to know how it's like to have one."Ren swallows the pancake slice but doesn't say a word.You stifle a laugh and look down at your own food.
Unwrapping the customary towel wrapped knife and fork, you take the fork and impale a few of the scrambled eggs with it. You lift them to your mouth and slide them in with your tongue. The taste of protein as well as faint traces of vegetable oil tingle on your mutant enhanced taste buds. Disappointing they didn't use margarine to flavor and nonstick the egg from the pan like you prefer it. Not wanting to have the taste linger longer than needed be, you scarf down the rest of the scrambled eggs before turning to the black bean rice.Abuelita used to feed you beans when she could back in your street-rat days. They were cheap, a source of dietary fiber, protein, vitamins, and minerals. You have no idea why full-blooded Mexicans found the term beaner so offensive. Sure, you made examples of people who called you one in your little league gang days but to you it was about cementing respect. The word spic always seemed more of an offensive term anyway like how coon is in comparison to nigger and nigga. Taking the plate of black bean rice in one hand, you lift it to your mouth and slide some in with your fork. A mixed taste of onions, pepper, garlic, bay leaves, salt, black beans, and rice fill your mouth. You let out a moan before shoveling more down. With every batch, you savor the taste for a few seconds and swallow. Soon the last bits of rice and beans slide down your throat. You set the plate down and sigh in relief.Across the table, you see Ren cutting apart one last pancake with two strips of bacon left. >[ ] "Do you talk to Alex often? You mentioned her telling you about my senses.">[ ] "Back when I called you my girlfriend on that rooftop, you had this strange look in your eyes. What was that about?">[ ] "You haven't asked me about that Spider-guy yet. With all that happened, aren't you the least bit curious as to how I know him?">[ ] Stay silent, down the rest of your coffee, and wait for Ren to finish her food.>[ ] Write In.
Second time I messed up the update post thing. how hard is it to copy and paste the >(2/2), it's simple
>>2697847>[ ] "Back when I called you my girlfriend on that rooftop, you had this strange look in your eyes. What was that about?">[ ] Stay silent, down the rest of your coffee, and wait for Ren to finish her food.
>>2697847>>[X] "Back when I called you my girlfriend on that rooftop, you had this strange look in your eyes. What was that about?">>[X] Stay silent, down the rest of your coffee, and wait for Ren to finish her food.
>>2697847>[ ] "Do you talk to Alex often? You mentioned her telling you about my senses.">[ ] Stay silent, down the rest of your coffee, and wait for Ren to finish her food.I feel like we are watering down Reyes in the pursuit of a backstabbing waifu.
Voting closed, writing now. I actually woke up early for once. Let's see how much updates I can do today. >>2698595No one will ever turn on Kojo without a good enough reason or enough resources and firepower to stand a chance. I'm happy your paranoid though.Shows your thinking.
>[X] "Back when I called you my girlfriend on that rooftop, you had this strange look in your eyes. What was that about?">[X] Stay silent, down the rest of your coffee, and wait for Ren to finish her food.As good a time as any: Ren's switch has flipped off and you are both alone right now with a low chance of being interrupted by nameless waiter man. The glint in her eyes was foreign to you. It was kind of like Cage's bitch's stare but warmer and cute. You'd be a lot more joyful about prying into it if the similarities weren't so disconcerting, though. Despite finding it arousing, you can't embrace that feeling when the source is unknown to you. "Back when I called you my girlfriend on that rooftop, you had this strange look in your eyes. What was that about?" you ask. Ren stops cutting apart her last pancake to blush at you. "...I was...Um..I-I was..." She gulps. "I was flattered that you called me that, Reyes-sama."You blink at Ren. Flattered looks aren't new to you. You got plenty back when sex was a thing you were trying out. A few of your girls and your boys got to experience what being asked for sex by their unnaturally handsome superhuman criminal boss was like. The looks they gave you weren't anywhere close to the one Ren gave you and none of them turned you down or had any complaints after the intercourse. "How exactly were you flattered?" you ask. Ren's blush deepens before she takes a nervous sip of tea."...Well, um...Reyes-sama, you're..You're a very handsome man and extremely...fit." she says.A frown forms on your lips."That's it?" you ask.Ren jolts, spilling some of her tea."N-no, Reyes-sama, there's a lot more to you than just your body." she says. "You're intelligent, a natural born leader, earnest to yourself and your profession, self-sufficient, practical, sophisticated, and...charming."You let out a giggle that steadily grows into a fit of warm laughter.Ren stills herself, blushes, sips on her tea, sets down her tea cup, and goes back to eating her pancakes.It wasn't your intention to come off as a ditzy bimbo but you're glad you did even if you still don't understand why she looked at you that way. The Japanese girl just seems to have a deep admiration of you. Whatever that look was, it had to come from something else or at least something related to that.You down the rest of your coffee and wait for Ren to finish her meal in a pleasant silence. Soon enough, the last slices of pancake are gone and the crispy strips of bacon as well. >[ ] "Do you talk to Alex often? You mentioned her telling you about my senses.">[ ] "You haven't asked me about that Spider-guy yet. With all that happened, aren't you the least bit curious as to how I know him?">[ ] "Looks like it's time to head out.">[ ] "Ren...thanks.">[ ] Write In.
>>2698868>[ ] "Do you talk to Alex often? You mentioned her telling you about my senses.">[ ] "Looks like it's time to head out."
>>2698868>>[X] "Do you talk to Alex often? You mentioned her telling you about my senses.">>[X] "Looks like it's time to head out."
>[X] "Do you talk to Alex often? You mentioned her telling you about my senses.">[X] "Looks like it's time to head out."May as well ask one last question before you leave."Do you talk to Alex often?" you ask. "You mentioned her telling you about my senses."Ren nods her head."We converse from time to time. She sees me as a friend of sorts. I do not mind our talks but she enjoys bringing up subjects of a...sexual nature." she says.A smile forms on your lips."It's annoying, isn't it?" you say.Ren groans."Very much so, Reyes-sama." she says. "I do not understand how she can partake in wanton behavior considering her past."You shrug."Maybe it's her way of coping. Either that or something broke inside her. I'm guessing it's the latter considering the whole serial killer thing." you say.A solemn grimace makes its way onto Ren's face."That's sad." she says.You let out a doubtful hum but don't ask any questions.There's nothing you find saddening in Alex's story. Not like you can feel sadness anyway. She was put out on the corner young, used by dozens of perverts young and old, drugged with cocaine to be complacent, ended up slitting the throat of her pimp, and became The Knife of Whitestone. If anything it should be uplifting. Alex went from a little crack-whore to a badass murder knife fetishist. Putting out for her is now something she does of her own free will and the murdering is a healthy replacement for drugs in your book. Enough about Alex, though, you're done here."Looks like it's time to head out." you say.Ren nods and slides out of her booth seat. You grab your torn red shirt and throw it over your shoulder before getting out of your own. With Ren by your side, you navigate your way back to the entrance and exit the cafe without so much as a whisper from any of the attendants. You take a deep breath of the fresh air as soon as you step outside. The sun's still up. It would be nice to spend the rest of the day with Ren at a park or someplace else. You could cut the date off to go back and see how things are at the warehouse, though. Either way, Kingpin is going to die sometime in the following days. >[ ] Find a phone booth to call a taxi.>[ ] Walk back to the warehouse with Ren.>[ ] Walk to Soundview Park with Ren.>[ ] Jump back to the warehouse with Ren.>[ ] Jump to Soundview Park with Ren. >[ ] Take hold of Ren's hand with your own, see how well she likes it. >[ ] "Got anywhere else in mind, Ren?">[ ] Write In.
>>2699197>[ ] Walk back to the warehouse with Ren.>[ ] Take hold of Ren's hand with your own, see how well she likes it.
>>2699197>[ ] Jump back to the warehouse with Ren.Time to check up on the boys.
>>2699197>[ ] Jump back to the warehouse with RenOops, voted wrong
Rolled 2 (1d2)>[ ] Walk back to the warehouse with Ren.>[ ] Take hold of Ren's hand with your own, see how well she likes it.>[ ] Jump back to the warehouse with Ren
>[X] Jump back to the warehouse with Ren.As much as you would like to continue your date with Ren, you need to check how things are back at the warehouse. Marcus is going to want to pick a new hiding place for the stash and hear how your meeting with Silvio went. You can't wait to see the look on his face when he hears the news. While walking seems like a better way to enjoy the rest of the alone time you have with Ren, rooftop hopping back to Hunts Point would be far quicker. You wrap an arm around Ren's waist and tug her close to you.Sighing, Ren coils her arms around your chest With one hop you go from the sidewalk back to the roof of Jimmy's Grand Cafe and take off in the direction of Hunts Point. You breeze through the air of Soundview, leap across the Bronx river, and land back on a rooftop in your barony without a hitch. It takes you only a few minutes to leap back onto the familiar rundown building rooftops of your abandoned neighborhood hideout. Leaping closer to your warehouse, you see a scout you posted earlier looking downward to the streets. Another bigger hop reveals to you dozens of young men and a few women of diverse races squirming about as if waiting for something. None of them look armed to you from on high but they could be concealing weaponry. Whoever they are, they're most likely Itsuki's recruits but you never know. There are no signs of parked trucks which could mean Marcus hasn't returned yet or he's unloaded them and is having them driven back to the Bratva. >[ ] Jump down after landing and ask who they are, maybe they'll be polite enough not to dog pile you if they aren't with Itsuki.>[ ] Ask who they are after landing, at least your making sure to confirm who they are at a safe distance. >[ ] Keep going until you land on the Warehouse and jump down in front of the entrance.>[ ] Leap across to the opposite set of buildings and see if the warehouse gate is open. >[ ] Leave Ren on the next rooftop and jump down to confront the strangers alone. >[ ] Write In.
>>2699778>[ ] Ask the scout if he knows what's going on.
>>2699778Was going to go with:>>[/] Keep going until you land on the Warehouse and jump down in front of the entrance.But>>2699815>>[X] Ask the scout if he knows what's going on.This seems like a good idea.
>[X] Ask the scout if he knows what's going on.He hasn't opened fire yet to so he might have some idea of what's going on. As soon as you land on the rooftop over, you jump to the next one where you saw the scout. Your feet touch the cement roof without making much of a noise. It takes Ren a few seconds to register your stop before she lets go of you so you can in turn release her. Striding towards the scout, you stop behind his crouched form and poke him on the shoulder.The lookout jolts before turning and reaching for his .32.You hold him in place with both hands on his head just in time to keep his gun in his pants as well as for him to be looking at you.The lookout's eyes widen in surprise."Oh...Hi, boss." he says.You let go of your man's face. "Hey," you say, "what's going on?" A frown makes its way onto his brown face."I have no idea." he says.You blink."The fuck you say?" you snap.Lookout boy takes a step back and holds up his hands."I'm sorry, boss, I figured you'd tell me when my shift is over. These guys just started showing up after some old Japanese dude in a fancy suit and shades made his way to the warehouse. I didn't hear guns popping back at the warehouse so I guess it must be something really important if Marcus hasn't ordered anyone to do shit yet." You hum.It seems like these men are with Itsuki. Either that or they're being led by some other old Japanese guy in a suit wearing shades. Marcus might be back at the warehouse but you posted this guy early in the morning. He didn't get to listen to the round-table meeting so he didn't get to hear how Marcus was going to handle the Bratva deal or how Jesus was in charge while you were all out. You would think about giving him and the rest of the lookouts burner phones if you probably weren't going to stay in the warehouse in the next few days. >[ ] Grab Ren, jump down, and walk to the entrance.>[ ] Grab Ren, hop to the warehouse roof, and then drop down in front of the entrance.>[ ] Ask who the strangers are, just in case.>[ ] Jump down and ask who the strangers are, you don't want to make an epic superhero landing if they turn out to be hostile. >[ ] Leap across to the opposite set of buildings and see if the warehouse gate is open. >[ ] Write In.
>>2700123>[ ] Grab Ren, hop to the warehouse roof, and then drop down in front of the entrance.Damnit I thought we set up a rotation to prevent this type of thing. Let's go see what's up.
>>2700127Oh shit, I might've fucked up.
>>2700129Oh wait, no I didn't. Someone mentioned it before we took off to go to Silvio but we didn't do the rotation.
>>2700135Oh I thought we put someone in charge of the rotations like Jesus or something. We can't be expected to do it ourselves every time.
>>2700143We're the only ones that can rooftop hop.I did actually make a mistake though. I used this posters write in but didn't include the rotation. Don't know how I managed to fuck that up.
>>2700148Hah! That was my write in. And I mean, ladders and stuff exist. Shouldn't be too hard to get guys up on roofs.
>>2700154Sorry about that. You could get ladders and other equipment like phones for your boys but you might not need lookouts if you decide to resolve things with Kingpin right away.
>>2700156Once we solidify New York we definitely need some type of monitoring network. Either bums or plain clothes people to report in the goings on of the city.
>>2700237That'd take a lot of work. Maybe take advantage of things that are already in place. Hint hint, nudge nudge.
>>2700251Police/civic camera network? Could we get our own hacking monkey>>2700127Ditto
>>2700369Right on.Anyway, going to go to bed. See you guys in eight hours or six if the thread doesn't sage. I'll start writing as soon as I wake up and shake off my drowsiness. Plan on getting as much done before the fourth of July comes up.
>>2700237>Once we solidify New York we definitely need some type of monitoring networkKids.Low risk assignments of hanging out in public, checking shit out, reporting back on burner phones to coordinators, they'll work cheap, they're unhackable and don't know shit, and the kids can't get serious jail time.Classics are classics for a reason.
>>2700441Could also start a neighborhood watch initiative. We'll be able to play some politics once we have the money. Act like we're reinvesting in the community and such. Get the public on our side.After all Kojo knows you
>[X] Grab Ren, hop to the warehouse roof, and then drop down in front of the entrance.The odds of those guys not being with Itsuki are close to zero. Even if they aren't and the warehouse gate is closed, you can hold them off long enough for it to open if you don't feel like slaughtering all of them. At least you can enter the warehouse without having to walk past a group of awkward baby-faced teenagers.You look back to where you left Ren and see empty space. Turning to your right, you see her observing the situation crouched by the roof edge. A short stride brings you to her side where you stoop down and slide an arm around her waist. Ren glances to you without any sort of panic on her expression and sighs before nodding at you. A smile makes its way onto your face as you nod back.Together, the two of you rise to your feet and turn to face one another. Ren coils her arms around your chest to finish securing herself.You hop with Ren to the roof of the next building over, the roof of the building after that, one last normal building, and finally land on the roof of the warehouse.Much like what happened before, the lookout you posted here doesn't notice your landing. Unlike what happened before, you don't bother poking him on the shoulder. You walk to the edge of the warehouse roof and step off. Gravity ferries you from the sky back to the earth. Not much noise emanates from your landing. Looking up to check your surroundings, you notice a few of the young strangers staring at you though. >[ ] "Are you with Itsuki?">[ ] "The fuck you looking at?">[ ] Make a frightening noise, scaring newbies is fun for you.>[ ] Hop back to the warehouse rooftop.>[ ] Look back to the warehouse entrance to see if it's open.>[ ] Write In.
>>2701058>[ ] "The fuck you looking at?"
>>2701112What kind of horns we got?
>[X] "The fuck you looking at?"You want to have some fun right now. These baby-faced bitches would run off if you gave them one of your bellows, though. A simple tough guy sentence is enough to scare them but keep them from running away."The fuck you looking at?" you snap. All of the onlookers stagger, avert their gazes, blink, and turn back to gape at you."Oh shit, it's him." you hear one whisper.The whispers carry on and more of the strangers take notice of you before adding into the gossip. You groan and part your lips to say something but a voice cuts you off."Hey, boss!" you hear a familiar feminine voice call out behind you. Taking a look, you see the familiar sight of the round-table at the center of the warehouse with the unfamiliar sight of duffel bags sitting on top of it. All but one of the seats are empty. In that one seat, bound and gagged, is Itsuki Kenji with a gleeful Alex standing behind him holding a knife to his throat. Your eye twitches.>[ ] "Alex, what the fuck?!">[ ] "Alex, put away the knife and step away from Itsuki this instant!" >[ ] "Hey! Could you maybe cut Itsuki free, put away the knife, and explain why you had my new enforcer tied up?!">[ ] "Jesus! Marcus! Where the fuck are you and what is going on?!">[ ] Say nothing, let go of Ren, and walk inside the warehouse. >[ ] Write In.
>>2701150In my head, these are the male phenotype horns. Kojo's momma had demon type b in that chart.
>>2701144>[ ] Cut him free. He's our new enforcer. Where's Marcus? It's time for a meeting.
>>2701144>>[X] Write In.Let go of Ren and walk inside the warehouse.As you enter, in an overly cheerful voice say "Hey Alex, do something for me, will you? Put away the knife, maybe step away from Itsuki, and explain why the fuck you have my new enforcer tied up?"The entire time, keep your voice friendly but your eyes locked in a cold, penetrating, piss-yer-panties stare.
>>2701180Kohl's parents where mutants as well?
>>2701253His mother was. I mentioned it back in the third thread. She's the reason he has horns.
>[X] "Cut him free; he's our new enforcer! It's time for a meeting, where's Marcus?!"As much as you want to scold Alex or whoever's bright idea it was to tie up Itsuki, you have shit to do. "Cut him free; he's our new enforcer!" you yell. "It's time for a meeting, where's Marcus?!"Alex takes the knife away from Itsuki's throat and cuts him free with a single slash of his ropes before turning back to you."Marcus is showing the boys how to use their new toys upstairs with Jesus, boss! There's not that much space to work with down here thanks to all the crates!" Looks like he pulled the Bratva deal off. >[ ] "Call them down!">[ ] "Why did you tie Itsuki up?!">[ ] "Does Marcus know about the dozens of people out here?!">[ ] Let go of Ren and walk to the round-table, it'd be awkward to continue this conversation through yelling so far away.>[ ] Wave for the newbies behind you to come in, they're definitely with Itsuki and are now yours.>[ ] Write In.
i hate my internet provider and my computer's internet connectivity problems
>>2701370>>[X] Let go of Ren and walk to the round-table, it'd be awkward to continue this conversation through yelling so far away.>>[X] "Does Marcus know about the dozens of people out here?"
>>2701370>Why did you tie him upWe need to sort her out
>>2701495ThisShe doesn't know cause we let her keep fucking instead of calling her down for the meeting.
>[X] Let go of Ren and walk to the round-table, it'd be awkward to continue this conversation through yelling so far away.>[X] "Does Marcus know about the dozens of people out there?"The kids are watching you. It won't make a good impression to be yelling like an idiot from a distance instead of just walking to the person you're talking to. You got a good scare out of them from a basic tough guy line which shows just how impressionable they are. Just them knowing that Alex is one of your lieutenants might turn them off. You let go of an unperturbed Ren and make your way to the round-table with her following close behind you. As you step into the warehouse proper, you notice the crates Alex had spoken of stacked in rows. They seemed to have started at the walls and ended a good deal into the warehouse hub. You see the coolers, kegs, folded tables, pair of speakers, and radio filed at the sides of the open square of crates. Sleeping in one pile near the left side of the filed things are the six original lookouts you had posted with an unfamiliar bag of broken glass and melted ice water not far from them. You stop by the round-table and glance at Alex. "Does Marcus know about the dozens of people out there?" you ask. Alex nods her head."He told them to wait outside until you came back and could confirm that this guy," She points at a ball gag-less Itsuki. "was Itsuki Kenji. I was assigned to slit his throat if they tried anything or if he did, boss."You blink at Alex."Marcus put you in charge of holding a hostage?" you ask.Alex laughs."I know right!" she says. "What the fuck was he thinking?" A groan escapes your lips. This is not at all what you need right now.>[ ] "Marcus! Jesus! Get down here right now and explain yourselves!">[ ] "Marucs! Jesus! Get down here, we're having a meeting!">[ ] "Why did Marcus order Itsuki tied up?">[ ] "...Good job on not being you for once.">[ ] "You alright, Itsuki?">[ ] "Ren, you're my right-hand now for as long as Marcus doesn't have his shit together. Rule number one: don't you ever try to fuck me. Rule number two: don't ever leave Alex in charge of anything." >[ ] Write In.
>>2701802>Marcus is obviously a retard, Ren you're in charge
>>2701802>[ ] "Why did Marcus order Itsuki tied up?">[ ] "Ren, you're my right-hand now for as long as Marcus doesn't have his shit together. Rule number one: don't you ever try to fuck me. Rule number two: don't ever leave Alex in charge of anything."
>>2701802>[ ] "Marucs! Jesus! Get down here, we're having a meeting!"We can ask them to explain themselves at the meeting and not undermine thenm in front of the new meat.
Marucs is Marcus' new name, guys. goddamn notepad++ and its white background
>>2701953>Marcus is obviously a retard, Ren you're in chargeIs this basically the right-hand thing or a write in to cut out the rule number gag?
>>2701802>>[ ] "Marucs! Jesus! Get down here, we're having a meeting!">>[ ] "You alright, Itsuki?"
>>2702153Some mix of the two
Rolled 1 (1d2)>>2702245Alright>[ ] "Why did Marcus order Itsuki tied up?">[ ] "Marcus is obviously a retard. Ren, you're my right-hand now for as long as Marcus doesn't have his shit together. Rule number one: don't you ever try to fuck me. Rule number two: don't ever leave Alex in charge of anything.">[ ] "Marcus! Jesus! Get down here, we're having a meeting!">[ ] "You alright, Itsuki?"
>[X] "Marcus is obviously a retard. Ren, you're my right-hand now for as long as Marcus doesn't have his shit together. Rule number one: don't you ever try to fuck me. Rule number two: don't ever leave Alex in charge of anything.">[X] "Why did Marcus order Itsuki tied up?">(1/2)Letting Alex of all people have some amount of responsibility is a decision that deserves dire consequences even if she somehow managed to not fuck it up. It's fortunate that Marcus is your best friend and has done a fantastic job as your second-in-command in the past or else you'd make it permanent. That depends on how he acts during the planned meeting though."Marcus is obviously a retard." You turn back to Ren. "Ren, you're my right-hand now for as long as Marcus doesn't have his shit together. Rule number one: don't you ever try to fuck me. Rule number two: don't ever leave Alex in charge of anything."Alex giggles behind you."I'm very unstable." she says in her 'sexy' voice.Ren blinks before nodding at you."Understood, Reyes-sama, I will try my best not to disappoint." she says.You laugh. "Nothing you do will ever disappoint me as much as Marcus has today." you say. Turning back to Alex, you raise an eyebrow at her as a question comes to mind.
>(2/2)"Why did Marcus order Itsuki tied up?" you ask.Itsuki speaks up before Alex does."I insisted upon it. When I came here, I left behind my ōdachi as well as many of my other personal belongings. Your previous second-in-command was rightfully wary of me due to my former affiliation, lack of personal items to identify myself, and the opportune time I had arrived at. The influx of recruits I had called here when I discovered its location relieved him but in time it further increased his distress. Seeing that he was anxious, I insisted that he'd bind me to prevent the minuscule chance of my men disobeying orders to calm him again. He moved to the second floor not long after showing your men how to switch the firing selector to better practice formations and the like." he says.You let out a thoughtful hum.The opportune time must've been when Marcus came back with the Bratva trucks. You can understand why Marcus would get so nervous over that. A hundred or so well-armed men rookie or not could fight your boys off and take the caches of military grade hardware he spent with your hard-earned cash. If Itsuki hadn't insisted upon it, he'd might have never been tied up. Doesn't change the fact that Marcus left Alex of all people alone with him, though.Alex's voice brings you out of your thoughts."Can I have my ball-gag back?" she asks Itsuki.The middle-aged man takes it from his lap and hands it to the blond girl.Alex takes it, wipes it off on her sweater jacket, and slides it into her boy jeans pockets with a pleased giggle.You resist the urge to shoot her an odd look. >[ ] "Marcus! Jesus! Get down here, it's time for a meeting!">[ ] "Itsuki, the world's not going to end if you leave your sword unattended, will it?">[ ] "How many recruits did you bring, Itsuki?">[ ] "How did you find me, Itsuki?">[ ] Write In.
>>2702543>>[ ] "Marcus! Jesus! Get down here, it's time for a meeting!"I really hope we only leave ren as second for like a day
>>2702543>[ ] "Marcus! Jesus! Get down here, it's time for a meeting!">>2702562We've trusted him so far for a reason. I really hope it wasn't voted for to waifu Ren or something.
>>2702590>We've trusted him so far for a reason. I really hope it wasn't voted for to waifu Ren or something.Kojo's being half-serious. At most, he'll let Ren be numero dos for a day before going back to Marcus just to tease and fuck with him.
>>2702562Ditto but also>>2702543>How'd you find me/how many assholes you got
>>2702636He does mean it when his inner monolgue brings up if Marcus weren't his best friend he'd permanently demote him for someone on his level, ie, Ren. If Ren didn't exist he'd never consider the thought.
>>2702636>>2702649Ah, I feel like a hack trying to explain my character's thinking out of story.
>>2702636> just to tease and fuck with him.Aww yeah
>[X] "How did you find me, Itsuki?">[X] "How many recruits did you bring?">[X] "Marcus! Jesus! Get down here, it's time for a meeting!">(1/2)As much as you want to rush into the meeting, you need to know how Itsuki found you.You turn to the middle-aged man. "How did you find me, Itsuki?" you ask.Itsuki turns away from Alex to face you. "At first, I went over Seong Ji-hoon's notes on you. Most of it was speculation but he had the location of an abandoned warehouse where a large shooting occurred in Hunts Point. I found nothing there so I drove around Hunts Point until I heard a report on the radio of a horned mutant that was mistakenly shot at by the police which resulted in the death of a SWAT team officer. After driving to the scene of the crime, I followed the trail of jumped through walls around here. I exited my vehicle and proceeded to walk around the surrounding area on foot. Most of the neighborhoods I came across were inhabited by unusually quiet residents except for this one where I saw two trucks being unloaded by teenagers. I approached, introduced myself to your men, and was escorted into your warehouse where I texted the address to every registered burner phone given to the Yakuza recruits." he says.You hum.The warehouse he first went to was your old hideout that got shot up by the Bratva. Both you and Marcus had spent time there back in your street-rat days. It was the warehouse Abuelita lived as well as operated in, after all. She made her living as a well-known fence who had a military man protecting her and her ill-gotten goods. Helped that Old Soldier Man Dan wasn't some pansy ass who signed up for a single tour or two. A vet is one thing and an ex-Green Beret who fought in Vietnam, Nicaragua, and a few other wars is another. You can never forget that place or all the things that happened. Most of it was pleasant, most of it.You focus back on Itsuki."How many recruits did you bring?" you ask.The older man doesn't miss a beat."One-hundred and eight surviving recruits: thirteen of them died in the ambush I set for the last of the experienced Yakuza." he says. A grin forms on your face just as Alex whistles.If you take the seventy-eight foot soldiers you have and combine it with that number, you get one-hundred and eighty-six men. Add the round-table as well as yourself and you get one-hundred and ninety-one. You have a spare one-hundred and nine pairs of body armor with an AK. One-hundred and seven if you take out yourself as well as Alex who don't use guns. There's plenty enough leftover equipment to outfit more recruits. Most importantly, you have more than twice your former number now.
>(2/2)Time for you to call down the rest of your lieutenants.You raise your head up to the first-floor's ceiling. "Marcus! Jesus! Get down here, it's time for a meeting!" you yell.Drowsy groans emanate some ways away from your left. You glance and scoff at the six diverse sleeping fuck heads. Talk about ruining your moment. It takes a minute or two for you to see two men climbing down the twin ladders. They're Jesus and Marcus of course; you can recognize them from behind alone. Covering their torsos are thick black carrier vests, no doubt the Bratva's body armor. Marcus either got paranoid or had the good idea to have your boys practice while wearing the body armor to get used to the added weight. You can smell tantalizing sweat on them from your current position. After they finish their climb, they walk to the Itsuki side of the round-table to see you on account of the big pile of duffel bags on the table itself. Marcus spares a glance at Itsuki before turning to face you. "Hey," he says. "man am I glad you're back. I see Itsuki is the Itsuki he says he is." Marcus lets out a exhausted laugh. "How'd it go with Silvermane, Kojo?" A grin spreads across your face.>[ ] "I tamed the old lion.">[ ] "Marcus, you're demoted to race representative lieutenant. Ren will be taking your place until I find you worthy again.">[ ] "Marcus, you're demoted to race representative lieutenant. Ren will be taking your place from here on out. You've disappointed me for the first and last time.">[ ] "You wanna explain to me why you left Alex in charge of holding Itsuki hostage first?">[ ] "Don't call me by my first name. You lost that right when you let Alex of all people hold Itsuki hostage. Ren, you will regard me by my first name from now on. Don't leave out the honorific, though. 俺わ, 好きです." (Japanese Translation: I(impolite masculine pronunciation) like it.)>[ ] "First, let's all sit down in a circle on the floor. It'd be kind of awkward to do this standing up." >[ ] Write In.
>>2703177>Why'd you leave Alex in charge of the vulnerable prisoner, let's grab something to sit on and discuss what happened and where we go from here
Should've added the romanji which is: orewa , sukidesu. Kojo actually doesn't know Japanese or Russian but he's good with languages.
>>2703177Also, when we get a hacker monkey we should create a "Super Spotters" app where people spot heroes like spiderman and take photos/log where and when they saw them and can win various prizes for amount of times they've seen a particular hero with bonuses given for how recently they've seen the particular hero, and if we feel particularly brave, their direction and heading
>>2703197Love it. That's a buying hero's merchandising rights tier move.
>>2703212Hell, that plays into it. If you spot spiderman a certain amount of times you get spiderman related merch, punisher and you get punisher stuff, etc with the rewards system being tiered so the more time you spend spotting the better stuff you get from themed ringtones to stickers to shirts all the way up to something like a car themed after whatever hero you see the most/like best
>>2703212We'd be turning the public into our unwitting spotters and they'd pay for it. We might even be able to get a hero like spiderman to endorse it (through an appropriate intermediary)not to mention if we hook up app to the security network of one of the most heavily surveillanced cities in the world we could have an active tracking network that could rival Big Brother
>>2703177>[ ] "I tamed the old lion.">[ ] "Marcus, you're demoted to race representative lieutenant. Ren will be taking your place until I find you worthy again."
>>2703328You just need to get to the top of the hill.
>>2703177>>[X] "You wanna explain to me why you left Alex in charge of holding Itsuki hostage first?">>[X] "Marcus, you're demoted to race representative lieutenant. Ren will be taking your place until I find you worthy again."
>>2703348Kingpin must die, we will fry that fat fuck. We will be the Emperor of NYC
>>2703328>>2703314>>2703197I love this.
Getting late, going to turn in. See you in eight to ten hours if the thread doesn't sage. Six to eight was too hopeful last time.
>>2703355We will in due time.Then the real story starts.
>>2703356thank you, we could also put lots of microtransactions in to really make serious profits, or even pair it with a pseudo-tinder app that uses your most common picture locations/heroes that you've photographed to pair people of similar hero interests together
>>2703367If we really wanted to go full evil we could even sell lists of people that nobody would miss to people like Alex or lists of houses that could be burgled
Voting closed, writing now>>2703394A bit too mindlessly evil but I can see it happening. Just don't have it happen too often or people will get suspicious.
>>2703982Mindlessly evil, yes, but out of a city of several million people during a time where overall crime would probably decrease seeing as how we're pretty much going down the route of "we're becoming the Crime King to help protect our neighborhood" nobody is really going to miss the creepy guy that hasn't left his basement in three weeks
>[X] "You wanna explain to me why you left Alex in charge of holding Itsuki hostage first?">[X] "I tamed the old lion.">[X] "Marcus, you're demoted to race representative lieutenant. Ren will be taking your place until I find you worthy again.">(1/2)First, you will put the pressure on him for the Alex thing to unnerve him. You'll give him the good news about Silvio after that to relieve him of any anxiety. When Marcus voices his thoughts whether they're surprise, amazement, or a mix of the two, you'll crush him in one fell swoop with the demotion. He'll protest, of course, but all you need to do is make yourself clear. At most, you'll let him be demoted for a day. Marcus is fun for you to fuck with like that."You wanna explain to me why you left Alex in charge of holding Itsuki hostage first?" you ask. Marcus blinks and sighs."Alex is fast with a knife, figured if any of those baby-faced gangsters outside packed any heat she could off him before they killed her." he says.You raise an eyebrow at him."Marcus, you left Alex in charge of something." you say.Marcus looks down in shame."I did, didn't I?" He looks up to glance at Itsuki and turns back to face you. "Holy shit, he's still in one piece."You let out a laugh."I know, right?" you say. Marcus laughs."It's a fucking miracle." he says.You narrow your eyes at him. "Yeah...a miracle." you say.Alex cackles."Yeah, a miracle, Marcus." she says. You turn your glare to her."Down kitty, you're not a part of this right now." you say.Alex blinks, lets out a meek meow, crouches down, and meows again.You return your glare to Marcus.He sighs once again."I know I fucked up. Barely avoided a disaster by the skin of my teeth. I got no excuses for that. I'm sorry for what little it's worth to you, Kojo." he says.You resist the urge to smile at him. "It's never going to happen again." you say. Marcus nods."Never again." he says. "So, how did things go with Silvio? That red shirt you have over your shoulder doesn't exactly inspire confidence."A grin spreads across your face."I tamed the old lion." you sayMarcus pauses as Alex lets out a pleased purr."What?" he asks.You laugh."I made the old man kneel. Convinced him he had no future that didn't involve me. He's got a guy hunting for Hammerhead's head. When he's dealt with, we'll have all of Queens and most of Brooklyn in our pocket. The Maggia is done for." you say. Marcus blinks at you and turns to look at your side.
>(2/2)Following his gaze, you see Ren nod at Marcus.Marcus turns back to face you just as you turn back to face him."...I'm going to be honest, I didn't think you had it in you. Figured you'd change your mind as soon as you saw the old man and tear his head off without me there." he says.You shoot him a dirty look."I can handle diplomacy without you. Just because my first instinct is to neutralize an enemy doesn't mean I'm going to kill them all the time even if that is how I handled things in the past. Besides," You grin and point your thumb at Ren. "she was there to back me up." Marcus smiles and turns to Ren."Good job on making sure the negotiations went down without a hitch." he says.Ren blinks."But I did-"You cut her off with a pat to the head. "Yeah, she did a fantastic job. A better job than even you could. Silvio was so impressed." you say.Marcus raises an eyebrow at you."What's going on?" he asks.Your grin widens.It's time for you to let him have it."Marcus, you're demoted to race representative lieutenant. Ren will be taking your place until I find you worthy again." you say.The demoted man stares at you for the longest time before sighing. "Really?" he asks.You nod. "I have never been more disappointed with you than I am now." you say.Marcus lets out another dejected sigh."Should have never have given any responsibility to Alex." he says.You scoff."Of course not, you dumbass." you say. Alex crawls to Marcus' feet on all four and hisses up at him. You laugh as Marcus groans.>[ ] "So, what should be my next course of action?" >[ ] "Let's sit down in a circle. It's awkward talking while standing around like this.">[ ] "How's the drilling going, boys?">[ ] "If you would excuse me, I've got a date to resume. Come on, Ren." >[ ] "How did the Bratva deal go, Marcus?">[ ] "Now that you guys are briefed, I've got a speech to deliver to our baby-boys outside.">[ ] "Alright, let's go stash the cash. You're coming with me, Marcus.">[ ] "Been a long time coming, but it's finally time. We're moving on Kingpin. There's no talking him down and there's no letting him live. Give me some ideas on how to find him. We need to make him a corpse before he realizes what's happened." >[ ] Write In.
>>2704270>[ ] "Now that you guys are briefed, I've got a speech to deliver to our baby-boys outside.">[ ] "Alright, let's go stash the cash. You're coming with me, Marcus.">[ ] "Been a long time coming, but it's finally time. We're moving on Kingpin. There's no talking him down and there's no letting him live. Give me some ideas on how to find him. We need to make him a corpse before he realizes what's happened." Brief the new blood, get the og's ready for war, move the stash, behead the king.
>>2704296The first two options aren't really interchangeable.While I'm at it, I probably won't be updating again for the rest of the day. Family(Hate how much they love me.) is coming over early for the fourth. By the time they're out lighting fireworks, it'll be too freaking noisy to write anything. Bad enough my shitty neighbors have been lighting fireworks during the night for the past two weeks. I'll try to write some in but I doubt I'd get much done today.
>>2704450Alright I'll switch it to just the speech and moving into kingpin. Happy 4th boss!
>>2704458I meant that both aren't interchangeable with Kingpin.I'm finally going to make leadership skills come to play.
>>2704465Ah balls. Then catch up the newbies and move the stash.
>>2704481I am so shitty at explanations. Asking Marcus about moving the stash cues a conversation where both privately discuss old places they know of where they can hide the cash. Moving on Kingpin makes your lieutenants, second-in-command, and maybe Itsuki give you their thoughts. You can decide what to do first and where afterward. The speech is the one that isn't interchangeable with either one.Sorry about the confusion.
>>2704490Though you can do it after hearing your options.
>>2704490I probably should have put that together myself. Let's talk moving on kingpin first then.
>>2704509Will do, see ya later homie.
>>2704270>[ ] "Let's sit down in a circle. It's awkward talking while standing around like this.">[ ] "Been a long time coming, but it's finally time. We're moving on Kingpin. There's no talking him down and there's no letting him live. Give me some ideas on how to find him. We need to make him a corpse before he realizes what's happened."
>>2704270>>[X] "Let's sit down in a circle. It's awkward talking while standing around like this.">>[X] "Been a long time coming, but it's finally time. We're moving on Kingpin. There's no talking him down and there's no letting him live. Give me some ideas on how to find him. We need to make him a corpse before he realizes what's happened."
Voting closed, writing done, formatting now.
>[X] "Let's sit down in a circle. It's awkward talking while standing around like this.">[X] "Been a long time coming, but it's finally time. We're moving on Kingpin. There's no talking him down and there's no letting him live. Give me some ideas on how to find him. We need to make him a corpse before he realizes what's happened.">(1/2)Kingpin takes priority over everything else. You still have a few days until he receives word of the Yakuza's destruction. If Tombstone manages to take care of Hammerhead today and doesn't dispose of the corpse or carry the hit out in secret, Kingpin will have incentive to move onto Silvio before he can reclaim the rest of the Maggia. Tombstone's MO is unfamiliar to you, but Silvio placed enough trust in the big lug to handle it. Nevertheless, it's wise to weigh your options and execute an appropriate plan before the fat fuck has the slightest of inkling of what momentous power grabs you've made or the chance to hear of Silvio's moves.It is unwise, however, to do such things while your sprawled about like a couple of dumbasses. "Let's sit down in a circle." you say. "It's awkward talking while standing around like this."A small chorus of concurring hums and one meow erupt from your lieutenants.You take a few steps back until you're a good enough distance from the round-table before seating yourself onto the floor.Jesus, Marcus, and Ren walk to you while Alex crawls. One by one, they seat themselves parallel to you and one another until the five of you are sitting in a circle. It's not the same as sitting around the round-table but it will do.A grin spreads across your face."Been a long time coming, but it's finally time. We're moving on Kingpin. There's no talking him down and there's no letting him live. Give me some ideas on how to find him. We need to make him a corpse before he realizes what's happened." you say.Marcus parts his lips to say something.You lift your hand up to stop him before he can say anything."Ren goes first. You got demoted, remember?" you say. Marcus shoots you a dirty look before turning to your right-hand woman.The Japanese girl doesn't skip a beat."Wilson Fisk is well known to have a wife named Vanessa Fisk, Reyes-sama. He has a son too but Richard Fisk hasn't made a public appearance in years. Vanessa Fisk is the owner of several art galleries in Nolita, Manhattan. If we can find Vanessa in one of them, you can use her to discover what location Kingpin is at and plan your attack accordingly. It may be possible that wherever she is he is as well." she says.You hum.It's a great plan but you'd have to be babysitting the fat man's bitch; at the very least, you can make them watch you kill the other after all the trouble.
>(2/2)You turn to Marcus and smirk."Now you can go." you say. Marcus sighs."It's still the early afternoon. Kingpin is probably in Fisk tower. We can break in there and sneak our way to Fisk or launch a full frontal assault. An assault will spook him if he isn't in but he'll have no where to go if he is. I'd recommend playing it quiet, Kojo. We can at least get a home address on some of his personal files or shake one of his high-ranking employees down for his location if he isn't there." he says.You frown.His plan isn't bad: you just want to fuck with him right now. You have the equipment for your boys to go head to head with whatever paramilitary force Kingpin could have guarding the place. Of course, you can just demolish the tower yourself with one fell swoop, but that could out you to the world and get the X-men or SHIELD on your ass along with destroying any clue to his location if he isn't even in the building. Going about his plan quietly could help brush the rust off your sneaking skills. Might be fun for you to skulk around again solo or with company. You turn to Jesus."Got anything?" you ask. Jesus hums."Patron, we could meet with one of Kingpin's vassals and convince them or force them to stage a meeting with Kingpin. Harlem is controlled by Diamondback. We can cross over from Mott Haven, find Diamondback, and use him to lure Kingpin to us." he says. You blink at him."Did you just come up with a covert plan?" you ask.Jesus nods."Si, patron." he says.You raise an eyebrow.It's a pretty good plan for you to carry out. You've done a good job playing with people's strings lately. Problem is you got into some beef between Cottonmouth and Cage. Depending on if those two baby-faced thugs are alive, Diamondback might have some preconceived notions about you. There's also the trouble of actually finding the gang leader. Kingpin might even send a representative in his place. You turn to Alex.She blinks at you before meowing.A groan escapes your lips.That was probably the best you were going to get out of her anyway.It's your call.>[ ] "I'm going with Ren's plan: we can't afford to make a slip-up but even if we do we have leverage over the fatass.">[ ] "I'm going with Marcus' plan: breaking into and demolishing Fisk Tower both sound fun.">[ ] "I'm going with Jesus' plan: Diamondback might help cement my grip on Manhattan after we're done with Kingpin, if I pull his strings right.">[ ] "Itsuki, take your place in the circle and tell me your thoughts.">[ ] "Alex, give me a straight answer and so help your god if it's another fucking meow.">[ ] "Let me just give our new boys outside a speech before I decide on anything.">[ ] "I should take care of our stash before I decide anything. Marcus, come with me." >[ ] Write In.
>>2706139>[ ] "Itsuki, take your place in the circle and tell me your thoughts.">[ ] "Alex, give me a straight answer and so help your god if it's another fucking meow."So far I like Jesus' plan if only because we can deal with some of kingpins players regardless of what happens or we could make it be a feint and watch how he reacts and piece together his location from that.
>>2706139>[ ] "Itsuki, take your place in the circle and tell me your thoughtsLeaning towards Marcus plan
>>2706421>Voting closedHmmm... I missed the vote.Can't vote anyway or Afungi senpai will yell at me again...I know!I'll crack wise!I kid because I love.
>[X] "Itsuki, take your place in the circle and tell me your thoughts.">[X] "Alex, give me a straight answer and so help your god if it's another fucking meow.">(1/2)They're all good plans in your eyes but it helps to have more variety. You lift your gaze to the still seated Japanese man observing your meeting. "Itsuki, take your place in the circle and tell me your thoughts." you say. The enforcer rises from his seat and walks to your circle.Your lieutenants shift their positions to accommodate his addition. With room made, Itsuki seats himself seiza style to complete the circle."Reyes-sama, I find Jesus-dono's plan the best course of action. The man he has in mind, however, I do not think is wise to rely on. If you are to use a prominent figure in figure in New York's underworld, I suggest you use me. Kingpin most likely hasn't heard of what we've done to the Yakuza. He will think me to still be acting as Seong Woo-Jin's second-in-command. I will lure him with the prospect of a joint attack on your territory where we can set an ambush in place before or after the negotiations if you prefer." he says.You hum.Diamondback is one of Kingpin's biggest vassals but his turf is worth shit; the chances of Kingpin showing up are low in comparison to the chances of him meeting with Itsuki in person. You turn to Alex and scowl."Alex, give me a straight answer and so help your god if it's another fucking meow." you growl.Alex's smile flattens to a thin line.
>(2/2)"Kingpin has a lawyer named James Wesley, boss." she says. "Back when my pimp was still around and the Bronx was anarchic, he met with Zebra Daddy and a few other pimps to hang, do blow, and set boundaries for what streets they'd pimp their girls I overheard Zebra Daddy mention that James Wesley was Kingpin's lawyer and hired one of his girls for some good bondage shit. He did it in the Bronx because Kingpin doesn't let anyone sell ass to him in Manhattan: It's a problem of his apparently. We can get him to lead us to Kingpin and fuck around with his legal shit. You can get every last dime Kingpin has in his registered bank accounts if you make him write you into Kingpin's will."You and everyone not named Itsuki or Jesus gape at Alex."Who the fuck is Zebra Daddy and why have you never told me this before!" you yell.Marcus turns to you."H-he's one of the guys that give us taxes for his business in Mott Haven." he says.You widen your eyes at him before turning back to glare at a giggling Alex."Well?!" you shout.Alex rubs the back of her head."I thought you'd go for it as soon as I told you and get everyone killed back when I joined you, boss. I forgot about it afterward." she says.You twitch."Says the woman who proposed raiding the Bratva." you snarl.Alex blinks at you."You kicked their asses before, boss. Figured you could do it again. With the firepower we got from them, we can stand a chance against Kingpin now if things go tits up." she says.A groan escapes your lips.You really want to kill her right now but you have other shit to do.>[ ] "...I'm going with Ren's plan.">[ ] "...I'm going with Marcus' plan.">[ ] "...I'm going with Jesus' plan.">[ ] "...I'm going with Itsuki's plan.">[ ] "...I'm going to go to Mott Haven and find out what Zebra Daddy knows. That's pretty much the best course of action now. Alex somehow beat all of you. I hope you never forget that because I never will.">[ ] "...Excuse me, I need to go deliver a speech to our new recruits.">[ ] "...Marcus, we need to discuss where to hide the stash.">[ ] "Alex, if you ever hold anything back from me again I'm going to kill you right after I've peeled all the skin from your body.">[ ] Write In.
>>2706740>[ ] "...I'm going to go to Mott Haven and find out what Zebra Daddy knows. That's pretty much the best course of action now. Alex somehow beat all of you. I hope you never forget that because I never will.">[ ] "...Excuse me, I need to go deliver a speech to our new recruits.">[ ] "...Marcus, we need to discuss where to hide the stash.">[ ] "Alex, if you ever hold anything back from me again I'm going to kill you right after I've peeled all the skin from your body."Well shit, Alex is actually smart, sort of, and Itsuki also has proven he's worth it as well. If we can't combine options then just the zebra option.Would it be possible to have a lieutenant press the lawyer and have Itsuki set up the meeting? Sadly I probably will miss the rest of the session as I'm heading to a bar soon. Best of luck everybody!
>>2706740Alex and Ren's plans are too risky to tip of the fat man ahead of time.Marcus' plan is good, but there are too many variables.Jesus' plan is solid, but Diamondback is shit bait.>>[X] "...I'm going with Itsuki's plan."In the unlikely event that Itsuki betrays us, we'll shove his spine up Kingpin's ass.>>[X] "...Excuse me, I need to go deliver a speech to our new recruits."Then>>[X] "...Marcus, we need to discuss where to hide the stash"
>>2706810Are you implying that I might have produced inferior results by using whatever popped up first on a cursory websearch?Because if so, I have forgotten the question.
>>2706740>[ ] "...I'm going with Marcus' plan."Why in the hell do you guys want to give a speech like it's fucking brave heart?
>>2706856Mainly so they know who their working for and what's expected of them. It's not to hype them up, it's to establish chain of command.
>>2706850Nevermind.I was just defending my shoddy laziness by being silly.
Still a three-way tie, huh?I really don't want to roll for this.I'll leave voting open for a while longer.
>>2708194I'll switch to Itsuki's plan just to hurry things along.
>>2708194>>2708216Or not I guess.
>>2708219one step forward another step back
>>2708383QM is asleep, post QT3.14’s
>>2708619still awake, motherfuckerThis is going to be another two parter or three.now excuse me as i go back to actually writing
>>2708632Dropped your handle boss
>[X] "...I'm going to go to Mott Haven and find out what Zebra Daddy knows. That's pretty much the best course of action now. Alex somehow beat all of you. I hope you never forget that because I never will.">[X] "Alex, if you ever hold anything back from me again I'm going to kill you right after I've peeled all the skin from your body.">[X] "...Marcus, we need to discuss where to hide the stash.">[X] "Excuse me, I need to go deliver a speech to our new recruits.">(1/3)Going with Itsuki's modified version of Jesus' plan is the safest out of all choices: it has the lowest amount of varying factors and risk. You'd choose it over Alex's if there wasn't so much you could gain from hers. Everything Kingpin owns could be yours if you just have his sniveling lawyer rewrite his will. Estates, bank accounts, valuables, stock investments, Fisk Tower, and Fisk Industries itself. Despite not having any documents with your name, you can have him put it down or an acceptable pseudonym with a description of you horns and all. It may be wise to write in something as to why you're his beneficiary. A chance meeting or some history between a relative of yours and Wilson Fisk. Both are real things that have occurred but it might be a little bit too convenient if you have his lawyer put both of them in. You let out a sigh."...I'm going to go Mott Haven and find out what Zebra Daddy knows. That's pretty much the best course of action now. Alex somehow beat all of you. I hope you never forget that because I never will." you say. Alex giggles as Ren and Marcus look down in shame.You glare at the mad whore."Alex," you growl, "if you ever hold anything back from me again I'm going to kill your right after I've peeled all the skin from your body."The blond girl's lips crown back down into a thin line before she gives you an understanding nod.You turn your attention towards Marcus, who's busy burying his face in his hand."Marcus, we need to discuss where to hide the stash." you say.He sets down his hand and blinks at you."Oh, right. I forgot about that. Sorry, Kojo." he says.You and Marcus both stand up, walk to the unoccupied right side of the warehouse, and lean against the Bratva cargo crates. "So, how was the old squat?" you ask.Marcus shrugs."About the same: the walls of that alleyway are still stained in blood." he says.You let out a laugh."I remember getting a mop to smear it everywhere. Kept most people out and me safe whenever I slept there during the day." you say.Marcus shakes his head."You used to stay awake for entire days, Kojo. Didn't know if it was insomnia or your paranoia but it freaked me the fuck out every time I woke up to see you staring at me from the other side of the alleyway." he says.You smile."I was keeping you safe from predators." you say.Marcus laughs."You're the only predator I ever needed to be safe from, Kojo." he says.You scoff."Yeah, I had that Apex Fang." you say.Marcus groans.
>(2/3)"I was ten-years-old then and I thought that was cool. Besides, that was after I saw you pick off an entire gang one by one all on your own. You were a goddamn killing machine that didn't even make a sound." he says.You nod your head."Could break into a sprint without making a single footstep." you say.Marcus tilts his head."Where did you even learn to do that?" he asks.You shrug. "I didn't learn it at all; it came naturally to me." you say.Marcus grimaces."I remember when you told me the same thing after I asked you how you learned to kill people. Creeped the fuck out of me. Those eyes and that empty tone, Jesus Christ. Always thought you picked sneaking up from alley cats." he says.You raise an eyebrow at him."Why?" you say.Marcus shrugs"You moved like a cat and lived in an alley. Now, I'd say you move like a panther." Marcus smirks. "A black panther." You frown."If I'm going to be any kind of panther, it's going to be a Jaguar: native to the Americas, no natural predators, and brown with black stripes." you say.Marcus' smirk grows."Oh, so you think yourself more of a Mexican than black after all?" he says.You shake your head."I know the language, used to speak in the accent, and carry a generic one of their many last names but I will never be one of them same way I'll never be black. My first name's native African Akan anyway. None of that Deshawn or Tyrone shit. That last one's not even black it's Irish, by the way." you say.Marcus smirk grows even larger."Just because your name's genuine African doesn't mean you any less black." he saysYou glare at him."My grandmother on my mother's side was from Ghana and you should stop playing your little game." you growl.Marcus smirk fades away."Sorry, Kojo, I forgot how much shit you used to get from the idiots stupid enough to mock you. Just figured you'd be over it by now." he says.You sigh."It's fine, I got over it a long time ago." you say. "You made me remember someone is all."Marcus blinks at you."Wait, how do you know your grandma's fro-" Marcus stops and widens his eyes. "...Oh."You nod your head."Yeah." you say.There's only one person who knew about your mother and her family. He didn't know if she was still alive or dead when he met you. Same went for her family: the Bronx, Hunts Point especially, is a dangerous place to live. You're not sure if he would've left you with them if he could find them and if circumstances were different. Marcus takes a deep breath that brings you out of your thoughts."Sooo, there are a few places that only me and you know about. We could stash the cash on the rooftop of this warehouse, hide it in one of the abandoned buildings around this one, or you can just dig a nice big hole only you can dig up if you want it nearby. The old warehouse could be a great place to hide it too. We can just leave it in the old squat, if you want to." he says.
>(3/3)You hum.Having it close could be a lot less time consuming but hazardous. The hole is a good touch but minimizes its accessibility to just you. Stashing it in the old warehouse is a decent replacement. Leaving it at the old squat is just asking for trouble to happen. Marcus eyes widen."Wait, why don't leave it with Silvermane?" he says.You blink."What?" you ask.Marcus smiles."Our money is dirty; dirty as all fuck. We've never had to wash it but we're going to be in Kingpin's position soon. The two of us aren't exactly experts on the subject but I'm sure Silvio's had plenty experience in the past. We can get him to have someone wash our cash for us, send it into a bank account, and hand over the account to us. It'll be clean money we can spend on actual businesses, cars, and houses for our boys." he says.You shoot him a questioning look."Do you really think we can trust Silvermane already?" you say.Marcus smirks."If he stashes it away from us, we can unleash hell on him. Itsuki has access to this Yakuza chapter's accounts, right? We can use that to make up for whatever we lose if we do. It's not like we've ever needed money anyway. Manhattan will give us a fortune in just a few months. If you somehow manage to get Kingpin's lawyer to rewrite his will for you to be his sole beneficiary, money's never going to be an object ever again. We could earn money legitimately through his company and launder our illegal earnings with it like he's doing after Silvio cleans the cash we have now if you feel like it. We can always wait until after, though." he says.You let out another hum before shrugging it off.There's something you've gotta do before deciding or carrying out anything."Excuse me I need to go deliver a speech to our new recruits." you say. "I'll decide what I want to do after I'm done."Marcus gives you a strange look but accepts your words with a nod.You stop leaning off the crates, walk outside the warehouse gate, keep walking as your new recruits make way and stare, stop at the center of the road, and flip backwards on top of the warehouse roof.As you take in the people below your feet, you see most gazing in awe but a few on the outskirts of the street. You grin as you hold out your arms to your sides and clap your hands together. The bones in them crack at the impact but the results are worth it. Like a thunderclap, a deafening sound booms throughout your neighborhood and carries away onto the air.There's not a single rookie that doesn't have their eyes on you now. Your grin widens.>[ ] Give an inspiring speech.(Leadership skill roll, +3 modifier DC16)>[ ] Give a crushing speech.>[ ] Let out a ferocious roar.>[ ] "Do any of you even know who I am or what you're doing?!">[ ] Write In.
>>2708747>[ ] Give an inspiring speech.(Leadership skill roll, +3 modifier DC16)Only way to improve a skill is to use it.
>Leadership roll>+3 modifier>DC 16Best of the first three.
Rolled 14 + 3 (1d16 + 3)>>2709092
>>2709120Right on the mark, good job.
>>2709131wait,that's not a d20...Ah, whatever.
>>2709144and that's not 16 either, its seventeeni cannot math
>>2709157Sorry, haven’t been here for some time now
Rolled 9 + 3 (1d20 + 3)>>2709092Too late to roll?
>>2709226you didn't roll a one so no
Rolled 20 + 3 (1d20 + 3)>>2708747>>[ ] Give an inspiring speech.(Leadership skill roll, +3 modifier DC16)>>2709092Friday Night Lull lets me roll!
>>2709341Fucking amazing! You get a free leadership skill roll.probably gonna be fookin ages till you get to use it though
Finally done writing the speech, now to do the rest of the update. should've just said kojo wrote the best speech ever instead of going through the trouble
>>2709545>tfw your speech is so long it won't even fully fit in a single postgoddammit
>[X] Give an inspiring speech.(Leadership Skill Roll, +3 modifier DC16)>Leadership Skill Roll>DC 16>+3 modifier>Rolled 14 + 3 = 17>Success!>(1/2)You take a deep breath."Welcome to my organization!" you shout into the air. "I am your new oyabun but you can call me whatever you like so much as you show me the proper respect of someone in my position! My name is...unimportant! What's important is all of you who've come here on the orders of Kenji Itsuki-san! I know you have a lot of questions, a lot of doubts, and a lot of worries on your mind! I'm here to answer those questions, clear those doubts, and dispel those worries! You're here because the Yakuza chapter of New York City, Queens is no more! You, me, and Kenji Itsuki-san saw to that! It was doomed from the start! There were not enough Yakuza to keep a sustainable foothold without extorting most of you into their gang, there was a succession not long after the Yakuza barely cemented their place, and for the rest of their existence the Yakuza wasn't even being led by their leader! Kenji Itsuki-san rose up and led the Yakuza in Seong Woo-Jin's place! Despite how well he led you, he couldn't prepare any of you for what was bound to come from the Yakuza's ineptitude! When I crossed his path and defeated him in single combat, I asked him why he was sent to this doomed chapter of the Yakuza! He told me he had failed at saving someone who didn't want to be saved and for that he was sent here to die with the rest of you! You were surrounded on all sides by enemies: Silvermane, Hammerhead, Kingpin, and me! I saw your plight and decided to prevent such a waste of talent as well as life! I convinced him to defect! Together we devised a plan to eliminate Seong Woo-Jin and the rest of the Yakuza from the Pacific! I would end Seong Woo-Jin's reign in the shadows while he would lead the rest of the Yakuza into a trap! That trap was you! I regret to hear thirteen of you died in the process! However, I am grateful to see the rest of you alive and well! For the past two and a half years, I've held onto the entirety of the Bronx with under eighty men! When I first began five years ago right off the genetic mutation, I just had one man: a man I have spent most of my life with from when we were little street-rats hiding in our alley burrow! Together, we eliminated and assimilated every crew in Hunts Point! It wasn't easy with all the racism and ethnic gangs but slowly we ebbed away at the discrimination until our little league gang was the tightest knit group of badasses who ever stalked the streets of the Bronx! Neighborhood by neighborhood fell until our flag was over the entire goddamn borough! I met Silvermane and Kingpin soon after! They both offered me vassalage but I refused! Silvio took it in stride while Kingpin threw his Georgian dining table at me! Now Silvio has bent his knee to me and Kingpin is the only other independent player left in New York City!
>(2/2)I know the thought of taking on such a fat white whale is worrying to you but those little SMGs, kevlar vests, and pocket knives you have aren't the only gear you'll use anymore! In preparation for your arrival, I ordered enough military grade equipment to outfit you all including the men I already have! We have the men!" You point down to the baby-faced gangsters. "You have a leader!" You point a finger into your chest with every word sentence, poking holes in your shirt. "And I! Am! Standing! Right! Here!" You raise a fist into the air. "Are you with me?!"The Yakuza recruits stare at you for the longest time until you a hear a clap. One by one, the claps grow into a massive applause. Shouts, cries, and chants of varying forms of boss are directed at you. All of them raise their fists into the air to commemorate and declare their allegiance to you.You take a step back and breath in as you feel a wave of euphoria come over you.Without a doubt, this is one of the most exhilarating moments of your entire life. A shame you can't live it forever.>[ ] Hop down and go back inside the warehouse, there are things you still need to finish and people you want to bring with you.>[ ] Take off to Mott Haven alone.>[ ] Let off a triumphant roar.>[ ] "Go inside the warehouse orderly and get outfitted while I go take care of business!" >[ ] Write In.
>>2709628Dammit, forgot to change the roll to be the crit.
>>2709629>[ ] "Go inside the warehouse orderly and get outfitted while I go take care of business!"
>>2709629There are a lot of strategic and important decisions to make here and->>[X] Let off a triumphant roar.Well then.'nuff said.
>>2709885But then, yeah, this:>>2709629>>[Xg] "Go inside the warehouse orderly and get outfitted while I go take care of business!"
>[X] Let off a triumphant roar.>[X] "Go inside the warehouse orderly and get outfitted while I go take care of business!"This moment deserves to be savored. You take a step forward, raise your head, and roar. The applauding below you is drowned out. All of the air around you bursts away. Long after you stop, the sound of your cry carries off into the rest of the Bronx and then some. A part of you hopes you won't regret this later while the other doesn't give a fuck. You lower your gaze back down to the awe filled eyes of your new recruits."Go inside the warehouse orderly and get outfitted while I go take care of business!" you shout.They let out vigorous roars in honor of you before grouping up to obey your command. In a few lines, they enter into the warehouse. Bouncing, chest pounding, and whooing can be heard all around the neighborhood. It seems like your roar just hyped them up even more. You probably shouldn't have given that order, though: now you have to wait for them to clear out before going back in the warehouse. >[ ] Hop off to Mott Haven alone, you can't waste any time.>[ ] Land back to the ground, find a phone booth, and call a taxi. >[ ] Wait for the recruits to get geared up, might take an hour or two. >[ ] Write In.
>>2711671>[ ] Hop off to Mott Haven alone, you can't waste any time.
>>2711671>>[ ] Hop off to Mott Haven alone, you can't waste any time.
>[X] Hop off to Mott Haven alone, you can't waste any time.Despite how much of a help any of your inner circle would be, you want to do this alone: there's unfinished business between you and Kingpin. Waiting for the warehouse to clear out would take too much time anyway. Kingpin's current position could change over your time spent waiting as well as James Wesley's and Zebra Daddy's. You leap from the warehouse roof to the rooftop of the building across it. A scout you posted there earlier today sends you off with a roar that brings a grin to your face.The hunt is on. You spring through the air of the Bronx at breakneck speeds. It's not like you have Spider-man or any other aerial do-gooder to worry crossing paths with. Without Ren tying you down anymore, you can reach speeds where you have actually broken your neck before. The one thing you miss out on is admiring the view of the shithole you call your turf, which you're fine with for obvious reasons. It takes you three minutes to stop on a rooftop in the heart of Mott Haven.The last time you were here, you borrowed a car from a protection racketee that Jesus sped through New York. It was a good idea to leave it at the Bratva base of operations at the time. You're going to need to smooth some feathers over with the dealership though. Now might be a good chance to do that; won't take long if you make it quick enough.>[ ] Hop to the car dealership, an angry racketee is a talkative to the police kind of racketee.>[ ] Hop down and find a prostitute, you don't know remember where exactly Zebra Daddy pimps his hoes but maybe one of them can tell you or you'll get lucky. >[ ] Sniff the air.>[ ] Write In.
>>2712432>>[X] Sniff the air.Always.>tfw tracks down whores like Toucan Sam>>[X] Hop to the car dealership, an angry racketee is a talkative to the police kind of racketee.Hop saved some time. One less thing to worry about and if it goes well, and they seem like they might know, you might ask about Zebra Daddy.
>[X] Sniff the air.>[X] Hop to the car dealership, an angry racketee is a talkative to the police kind of racketee.>(1/2)Time for you to play the pussy hound.You close your eyes and take in the air through your nose.Street whores often come in varying scents: leather, cocaine, latex, heroin, lace, silk, MDMA(ecstasy) satin, methamphetamine, sweat, occasionally blood, and sex of course. It's rare to find a single hooker without the stench of sex on her. The Bronx is a shitty place and people in general like to drown out their problems with drugs or pussy. Hunts Point is a special case in the sense that there are literally whores on almost every street corner in the neighborhood and junkies shooting up in almost every alley. It'll die off as soon as that generation of pissant low-lives get themselves killed. Without the chaos of the divided ethnic gangs, there will be one less reason for anymore upcoming generations to get hooked on drugs. You doubt anyone will ever free themselves from the lure of sex, though: not even you can tame your body.The air of Mott Haven is a lot less tainted than Hunts Point. You can smell a few hookers in the distant area. Only two of them smell of blow, Alex's claimed drug of Zebra Daddy's choice and her old favorite candy. Might be what your looking for or they're a different pimp's whores.You hum and take a look back in the direction of the car dealership lot. It's not like they'll up and move themselves to a different street corner in a few minutes. They're likely to get smacked or raped for that kind of disobedient behavior. Besides, this is a crucial point in time. You can't have some nobody car dealership owner give the police a tip on their suspected cop killer and coffee shop shooter right as your about to become the new king of the underworld.
>(2/2) You take off to the car dealership. It takes you thirty seconds to land in the middle of the dealership lot. Checking your surroundings, you see the lot attendee staring at you with a young couple doing the same by his side.He blinks and turns back to them."E-excuse me for a second." The attendee walks away from the dazed couple and approaches you. "I see that the vehicle I had loaned to you is not physically with you, um...Mr. Prince." You raise an eyebrow at the man, making him shiver in place.There are a few ways you could go about this: apologizing, promising to bring it back, wasting money, lessening your protection fee, or giving them a pass for a month or two on protection fees. One will likely piss them off more; another will make them less angry. You can probably calm them down by doing on of the other three.>[ ] "I had to leave it somewhere, I'm sorry.">[ ] "You won't mind if I bring it back damaged, do you?">[ ] "I'll pay for it later.">[ ] "Your boss pays ten percent less from now on, tell him the good news and to forget about the car.">[ ] "Your boss pays fifty percent less on our next collection, consider that other fifty percent payment for the car.">[ ] "Your boss doesn't pay for the next month, consider that payment for the car.">[ ] "Your boss doesn't pay for the next few months, that'll more than make up for the car.">[ ] Jump back to the center of Mott Haven.>[ ] Write In.
>>2713711Tone is important here.We don't answer to these guys, but they managed to not inconvenience us while we have imposed on them.>>[X] "I had to leave it somewhere, sorry about that."Not really apologetic, but offering token politeness.>>[X] "Your boss doesn't pay for the next month, consider that payment for the car."This sounds about right. Hard to gauge, but I'd want it to be a touch above the cost of the car.They did good providing a discreet service and should be rewarded.Maybe that'd be a couple months.Fuck that 10% though, this is just a bonus payback.>>[X] Jump back to the center of Mott Haven.>lot attendee turns back to the staring young couple>"Um... yes, uh, we cater to all kinds here. Only in New York, am I right? Now, about this vehicle..."
>>2713901I'll second this. I was having a bit of a hard time deciding but this is good.
>[X] "I had to leave it somewhere, sorry about that.">[X] "Your boss doesn't pay for the next month, consider that payment for the car.">[X] Jump back to the center of Mott Haven.>(1/2)Knocking off ten percent from the dealership's protection fee is too much for you. Not collecting a few months worth of protection fees would more than make up for the car and make the dealership owner happy but you're not willing to miss out on dozens of grands. One month's worth of protection money should be enough to cover the car's bullshit brand new cost."I had to leave it somewhere, sorry about that." you say. "Your boss doesn't pay for the next month, consider that payment for the car."The attendee nods his head repeatedly at you."That's fine, that's fine! He'll be...okay with that." he says before turning and walking back to the young couple. "Are you two still interested in the van?" Neither of them look back at the lot attendee and keep their stare on you."El hijo del El Diablo..."(Translation: The son of the devil...) you hear the man whisper.The woman embraces the man."¡El príncipe Minotauro violador!"(Translation: The Minotaur Prince rapist!) she cries.You can't help but chuckle at their words.The attendee spreads his arms out in a vain attempt to block their line of sight."¡Nosotros servir todos!"(Translation: We serve everyone!) he shouts in Spanish and laughs. "¿¡Solamente en Nueva York, eh?!"(Translation: Only in New York, right?!) You laugh at the awkward man's accent and take off back to the center of Mott Haven.
>(2/2)It'll never stop being amusing how native Bronx dwellers fear you. They have good reason to. Both of those Puerto Ricans have no idea how true their words were, however.You land back on the roof of the building where you smelled the whores.Taking another sniff, you confirm that they are still where they were. Both of the cocaine wafting ones are to the Southwest and Northwest, there are bound to be more as you go further to the west into the part of Mott Haven connected to Harlem by bridge. Zebra Daddy probably sets up shop there to rake in business from Manhattan. With your protection, he's likely making a killing stealing business from whatever part of Kingpin's organization that pimps hoes. Perverted businessmen can't afford to be caught buying sex so they often go out of the wealthy part of Manhattan to take care of their needs in the seedier part of the borough. The problem with that is Harlem's a big part of that seedier side and it's a constant turmoil filled shithole. Diamondback does a terrible job of keeping his boys from killing each other; more often than not, a gang war starts between some idiot lackey and another over some little business worth pennies. It's a lot safer to indulge in your turf.>[ ] Head west to the part of Mott Haven that connects to Harlem to see if there's a correlation between the direction and the cocaine smelling whores.>[ ] Head west, drop down, and ask one of the cocaine smelling whores about Zebra Daddy.>[ ] Head to the east, drop down, and ask one of the whores there about Zebra Daddy.>[ ] Write In.
>>2714337>>[X] Head west, drop down, and ask one of the cocaine smelling whores about Zebra Daddy.Less certain about this one, but this where I'm placing my money.
>[X] Head west, drop down, and ask one of the cocaine smelling whores about Zebra Daddy.No need to go that far if you're already close. You look to the west and take off. As you approach the position of one of the scents, you pick up several cocaine smelling women some distance further west; it looks like your theory was right.You stop on a building just above the street corner and drop down behind the whore. The cocaine smelling woman jumps before turning to you.You stop her by laying your hand on the top of her just as she reaches into her smell bleaching purse.She blinks at you before dropping her jaw."Y-you...You're real?" she whispers.You nod."What can you tell me about Zebra Daddy? Are you one of his?" you ask.The whore tries her best to shake her head."N-no, but I used to be." she says.You raise an eyebrow at her and let go."What do you mean used to be?" you ask. "I know as much as anyone else a pimp doesn't let go of one of his girls until she's dead or too old." She nods her head."You're right. The thing is I am too old, for Zebra daddy at least." she says.You blink before widening your eyes"Oh, he's a pederass; that explains a lot." you say.The whore shakes her head, free of your grip."He likes them young but not that young. Zebra Daddy picks them up from homeless shelters, charitable churches, and the streets. When they get too old for him, he trades them to other pimps like my new daddy, Pineapple." she says.You laugh."What the fuck kind of name is Pineapple?" you ask.She shrugs."Says he's sweet, tough, and has thorns like one." she says.You shake your head."Freaking pimps and their godddamn names." you say to yourself.The whore raises an eyebrow at you."Coming from you of all people?" she says.You glare and take a step forward that makes the woman take a step back.
>(2/2)If there's one thing you can't stand, it's being disrespected by someone who can't stand on their own two feet. Everyone who's never seen what the ghetto is really like and has never been can kiss your ass. The people around you are in the position they are because of their own actions and weakness; none of them are victims of oppression, misfortune, or discrimination that those dumbasses like Cage preach about so often. "You forgot who you're talking to, little bitch." you growl. "Tell me where Zebra Daddy is before I lose my patience." The woman doesn't skip a beat."Last I saw him was at a coke party with the usual Bronx pimps! Heard he moved base to some brick building near Harlem! Please, don't hurt me!" she says.Narrows down the location more but there's quite a few buildings in the Bronx made out of brick. Your sense of smell will get you far. One of Zebra Daddy's girls could show you the way.>[ ] Hop off further west in Mott Haven.>[ ] Poke a hole in the whore's throat before you leave.>[ ] Break the whore's neck before you leave.>[ ] Throw the whore into the sky before you leave.>[ ] Test out Ren's idea by practicing Apex Fang on the whore.(Combat Skill Roll, +3 Modifier DC18. Will result in the woman's death whether successful or failure. Roll is for improvement.)>[ ] "I'll make sure to tell Pineapple you talked shit about the man who keeps him alive and allows him to stay in business when I collect from him again." >[ ] Write In.
>>2714920Hmm...Thing is, she wasn't completely useless, showed some respectful fear, and I don't think there's anyone watching ro carry on the lesson.If we kill her, she's just a dead whore.If we hurt her, she can spread her lesson.>>[X] Throw the whore across the street before you leave.Less likely to kill her than the fall from the sky. Probably be like a bad spill from a motorcycle.I'd be down with any other, more creative, non-lethal punishments an Anon comes up with.Of course, practicing Apex Fang is useful too, so there's that.
>>2714920I'll second this >>2714979Teach her a lesson but don't destroy the merchandise.
>[X] Throw the whore across the street before you leave.A lesson needs to be taught here. You could care less about pissing off some pimping nobody or maintaining your anonymity. The days you've spent hiding in the shadows are coming to an end; whether its today or tomorrow, there's no difference. Disrespect is something you won't ever tolerate especially now that you're going to become the King. No one ever crosses you, no one ever betrays you, and no one ever disrespects you. Maybe you'll engrave those words on Kingpin's corpse once you're done with him; they'll be your first three commandments. You step forward and snatch the woman by her arm before she can react. With a minuscule exertion of yourself, you heave her into the air but keep your hand on her arm to prevent her from being launched into the sky. A grin spreads across your face as you take another step forward and pull your arm back. In the span of a second, you take the woman from yanked by your side to being flung across the street. The whore skids and skips across the road like a pebble across water, leaving craters as well as blood in her wake. Her path stops at the curb of the other street. Shivering, the woman tries to bring herself to her feet but collapses once after lifting herself an inch above the ground. Laughing, you savor the sorry sight before taking off further west. It takes you a few seconds to pick up the scent of young teenage coke whores. You stop on the roof of a nearby building once you notice them.>[ ] Hop down and ask one of them where Zebra Daddy is.>[ ] Jump around and sniff, maybe you can locate the brick building he hangs at that way.>[ ] Go further west until you reach the edge of Mott Haven that leads into Harlem. >[ ] Write In.
Been meaning to ask, has Kojo felt out of character recently? I try to get in the zone and mindset of his character but it's hard with all the edge that comes with him being a psychopath. The hand-holding thing kind of threw me off at first because of the implications I thought I could fit in
>>2715319>[ ] Hop down and ask one of them where Zebra Daddy is.>>2715348Only cause of the waifu shit. seems the usual aside from that.
>>2715348The date was experimental, so it to was, by nature, out of character.But he wasn't too odd.Some of the options were too waifulicious, but for the most part I think we were able to pull up from that nose dive.
>>2715319>>[X] Hop down and ask one of them where Zebra Daddy is.
>[X] Hop down and ask one of them where Zebra Daddy is.Second time's a charm. You step over the edge of the roof and fall down back to the pavement. Lifting your head to check your surroundings, you see a few passerbys stop to stare. A grin spreads across your face as you stride past them towards a young whore's scent.This time, you announce your presence with heavy footsteps that leave small cracks in the ground.You look down and groan but carry on until you reach the street corner.A young whore leaning against a wall blinks before gawking at you."Oh my Goood, you're re-" You cut her off."Yes, I'm real and no you are not tripping." you say. "Cocaine doesn't work that way and I don't let any dealer in the Bronx sell mixed drugs together; that's just asking for overdose cases." You sigh. "Where's Zebra Daddy?" The girl tilts her head at you."I thought he was with you, how do you not know the locations of your own pimps?" she asks.You glare down at the teenage whore."I have people do that for me and they're taking care of other business right now." you say. "Where the fuck is Zebra Daddy?"The young whore points a finger to the street to her left."You want to go down there, take a right, follow the street until you see the supermarket, take a left, follow the road until you cross the overpass, take a right, and stop at the first brick building you see." she says.You look at the direction she's pointing and hum.>[ ] "Does Zebra Daddy any guards or lookouts that will fire at me and stab me without saying a word?">[ ] "Lead the way.">[ ] "Hold on and tell me when I'm at the right place.">[ ] Take off and follow her directions, no time to waste.>[ ] Follow her directions on land, you could use the walk.>[ ] Write In.
>>2716527>[ ] "Does Zebra Daddy any guards or lookouts that will fire at me and stab me without saying a word?">[ ] "Hold on and tell me when I'm at the right place."
>[X] "Does Zebra Daddy have any guards or lookouts that will fire at me and stab me without saying a word?">[X] "Hold on and tell me when I'm at the right place.">(1/2)Doesn't hurt to be careful. You aren't invincible despite being a walking force of nature. The Bratva, the Yamazaki twins, and Itsuki have taught you that in the past. Maybe one day you'll find a way to attain impenetrable skin and unbreakable bones. For now, you'll stick to what you have out of circumstance and account for your weaknesses. "Does Zebra Daddy have any guards or lookouts that will fire at me and stab me without saying a word?" you ask.The whore hums and rubs her chin."Most of the guys are pretty lax. They sometimes try to touch us but Zebra Daddy never gives them the okay unless they pay. When Zebra Daddy's not around, Felon does a good job keeping us safe from the horny boys." she says.You raise an eyebrow."Felon?" you ask.The young whore smiles."He's a nice guy that works for Zebra Daddy." she says. "I heard that he uses the money he gets from daddy to pay for mom and little brother, isn't that sweet? You won't have to worry about anyone trying to hurt you with him around."You shoot the girl an odd look."What kind of name i-" You stop and sigh.Now is not the time for you to get into it again. You can't be throwing prostitutes across the street for saying stupid shit all day. There are more important things you need to do. Besides, it's not as dumb a street name as Pineapple despite still being basic as fuck. "Hold on and tell me when I'm at the right place." you grumble. The teenage girl blinks at you before letting out a cry as you wrap an arm around her waist and push her towards you.With a leap, you take off in the direction the whore pointed to.You feel the girl wrap her arms around you, tighten her grip, then loosen it, and begin to run her hands across your body. Cutting across the route via rooftop, you look down at the whore. Whatever expression of terror she had has faded away to one of amazement.An annoyed groan escapes your lips. "What the fuck are you doing?" you ask.The teenager looks up to you with suggestive eyes."You're shredded, you know that right?" Her hands run down your body. "Like a statue." You bite back a moan and scowl."Touch my dick or my ass and I drop you." you growl. The girl returns her arms across your torso."Sorry, I didn't know you swung that way." she says.You don't dignify her words with a response and jump over the overpass she had mentioned.
>(2/2)Turning to the right in the air, you see the brick building Zebra Daddy supposedly dwells in. You leap over a few other buildings and land on the edge of it's roof. Letting go of the girl, you give her a minute to unwind before pointing down the edge of the building. "Are we here?" you ask. The whore peaks down side and snaps her head away from the height."Y-yep, we're here." she answers. You let out a sigh of relief.There's only a few stepping stones left until you get to Kingpin.>[ ] Fall off the edge and walk around the building.>[ ] Wrap an arm around the girl and drop down. >[ ] Drop the whore off the ledge.>[ ] "Have you ever heard of James Wesley?">[ ] Practice Apex Fang on the teenage whore.(Combat Skill Roll, +3 Modifier DC18)>[ ] Write In.
>>2717033>[ ] Fall off the edge and walk around the building.
>[X] Fall off the edge and walk around the building.Killing the little whore's a bit too much: all she did was pat you up a bit. You couldn't blame her for that or anyone else. Having voluptuous golden brown skin, rippling muscles, a pretty face, statuesque posture, and a nice ass makes you the perfect package if you may say so yourself. A time out for a few minutes on a rooftop thinking she's going to die alone and a coke whore should be enough. You take a step off the edge and let gravity take you back to earth."Are you just leaving me here?!" the coke whore's voice shouts down at you. A grin spreads across your face as you land on the ground.Turning back to the brick building, you walk up to the wall and begin to circle the building perimeter. It's wider than a normal building should be, a sign of it likely built for storage than any sort of business. You wouldn't take much value in that assumption of yours, however, considering squatting in so many storage buildings in the past doesn't make you an expert on the subject. You turn around a corner to examine the back face of the building and see a metal door fit into the wall. Walking past it, you see a sliding panel one would find on an underground club or bar door. Zebra Daddy might be running a strip club on the side without your consent. Could be good leverage for info on Wesley or a reason to increase the amount of protection fees he pays you. Circling back to the other face of the building, you see the front door boarded up. A dramatic entrance or a simple knock are your two ways of ingress at the moment but you could investigate more.>[ ] Sniff the air.>[ ] Put an ear against the wall.>[ ] Look up for any open windows.>[ ] Kick in the boarded up door.>[ ] Circle around the building and knock on the metal door. >[ ] Write In.
>>2717622>>[X] Sniff the air.What does stripper grease smell like?>>[X] Circle around the building and knock on the metal door.Curious, but kicking in the door might provoke self defenses and that's just more time out of our day.
>[X] Sniff the air.>[X] Circle around the building and knock on the metal door.You're not looking forward to this. Even if your resistances to sexual stimuli were up, you wouldn't be looking forward to this. Tracking down whores on the street is one thing and taking a whiff of their fucking and resting grounds is another. Despite how wretched these places can be, your body is attracted to the aroma of flesh and sex. Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes and breathe in the surrounding air through your nose. A groan escapes your lips as you take in the smell of perfume, sweat, sex, lubricants, cocaine, and wild teenage pheromones. It's nothing out of the usual but the whore did mention there being bodyguards inside. Sighing, you take another whiff. You smell gunpowder, pepper spray, and something you haven't smelled in a year or so. Your eyes widen and narrow. There's a mutant in that building: a black teenage guy a few years older than you. It was a smart idea for you to play it safe. You don't know what power this guy has or if he's one of those poor bastards who only got cosmetic mutations. The latter tend to get offed by mutant hate groups but those types don't hang around the Bronx like they do the rest of New York. Most Bronx born mutants tend to run off or kill themselves so it's not like they have any incentive to go hunting here. All they'd find is death if they ever came anyway; you'd see to that and leave their torn apart remains as a warning as well as an invitation for anyone else. You circle around the building and knock on the metal door. A minute or two pass before the panel slides open for someone to peek outside."Who the fuck are yo-" The man's eyes widen. "...Oh shit." You grin.>[ ] "Tell Zebra Daddy to come out here alone, we need to talk.">[ ] "You going to open that door am I going to have to kick it in?" >[ ] "Call Zebra Daddy over, we need to talk." >[ ] "Do you know that there's a mutant among you, right now? If you do, tell me what his powers are if he has any." >[ ] Kick in the door.>[ ] Write In.
>>2718612>>[X] "You going to open that door am I going to have to kick it in?"After he opens or catches the door with his face, then>>[X] "Call Zebra Daddy over, we need to talk." Rather not swim in the scents or get snuck up on by mutie boy.Asking about the Mutant can wait for Zebra Daddy.
>>2718612>>[ ] "You going to open that door am I going to have to kick it in?"
>[X] "You going to open that door or am I going to have to kick it in?">[X] "Call Zebra Daddy over, we need to talk." There's still no need to make a dramatic entrance. You don't know if Zebra Daddy is actually running a strip club on the side and if his mutant bodyguard is a super or not. Either way, you're going to get a whiff of the stench inside but the pleasure of wrecking shit no human can do could have helped you ignore the stink. At least you're not going to go inside."You going to open that door or am I going to have to kick it in?" you ask.Zebra Daddy's doorman gulps and shuts the visor. You contemplate kicking the door down before it opens. As it does, the aroma you had smelled before intensifies. The blood in your body begins to allocate more in your loins. If you go inside, there's no doubt in your mind that people will notice. The doorman's voice breaks you out of your thoughts."You gonna come in, man?" he asks. You shake your head."Call Zebra Daddy over, we need to talk." you say. The Doorman nods at you before disappearing inside the building.From your current position, all you see is a few unoccupied sofas. It could be worth taking a peek inside but that might spook the other guards. You don't want to go in if you don't have to but still. Zebra Daddy knows that James Wesley is Kingpin's lawyer. He'll probably make up some bullshit about customer confidentiality if you pry into it. Threatening him could cause the mutant to come at you so extortion could be the better option.>[ ] Wait for Zebra Daddy to arrive.>[ ] Poke your head in and look around>[ ] Walk into the building. >[ ] Sniff the air again and try to locate the mutant.(Power Control Check, +3 modifier DC16)>[ ] Write In.
>>2718838>>[X] Poke your head in and look aroundQuick enough to come up for air outside. Don't want the distraction or spectacle of threatening or extorting ZD while sporting a raging erection.>It could be worth taking a peek inside but that might spook the other guards.Spook the shit out of them. Fuck 'em.Kojo is motherfucking watching.
Rolled 2 (1d2)> Wait for Zebra Daddy to arrive.> Poke your head in and look around spooky Kojo style.
>[X] Poke your head in and look around spooky Kojo style.May as well have some fun before the meet with Zebra Daddy and confirm your suspicions. You lunge at the entrance but stop yourself from going into the building by digging your hands into the sides of the wall. The brick building shakes under the force of your momentum. Letting your head go limp, you wait for the sound of uneasy footsteps to fall closer before you glare about the building interior. The first guard you glare at drops his weapon in fear; your eyes go over a few more frightened men and a staircase until stopping at the sight of a platform with a few stripper poles connecting it to the ceiling of the building. A grin spreads across your face.It looks like you have something to hold over Zebra Daddy's head.You pull your hands out of the sides of the building and take a few steps back from the entrance. >[ ] Wait for Zebra Daddy, no boners for you.>[ ] Sniff the air again and try to locate the mutant.(Power Control Check, +3 modifier DC16)>[ ] Walk into the building, you don't like being humiliated but you really want to get this over with. >[ ] "Alright, which one of you bastards is a mutant?!" >[ ] Write In.
>>2719308>>[ ] Wait for Zebra Daddy, no boners for you.
>>2719308>>[X] Sniff the air again and try to locate the mutant.(Power Control Check, +3 modifier DC16)
>[X] Wait for Zebra Daddy, no boners for you.You've got the leverage you need to avoid resorting to hostilities. The mutant inside won't be a worry if you extort Zebra Daddy. It could go south if you act overtly hostile, though, which considering what Zebra Daddy is you might not be able to control yourself. Coke heads are some of the most insufferable people you've met and killed in your life. Nothing more annoying to you than junkies with a stick up their ass for taking nose candy that's been out of fashion for a decade or two now. Standing like a statue a short ways from the entrance, you wait for Zebra Daddy to show up. It takes a few minutes until you see a light-skinned black man in a purple suit take a step out of the entrance. He holds out his arms as if expecting you to embrace him."Ayy, baby, it's been years since I've seen that face of yours." he says. "Puberty hit you like a fucking truck, son. You here to wet your beak or talk to me about business. Considering my boy Trey said it was about the latter I assume it's the latter but you can always do the former, ya na'mean? I felt you shake my building. Can't keep them super mutant hormones down, can you? The pussy calls to us all."You glare at the man."I'm not your baby, I'm not your son, and I'm not here to fuck anyone." you say.Zebra Daddy hold up his hands."Alright, alright! No need to get hostile. You sound different, by the way. What happened to that accent of yours?" he asks. You raise an eyebrow at the man.For the life of you, you can't remember ever meeting him. All pimps are the same to you in the end, anyway. It must have been during your first or second year of gang life when you started to push into Mott Haven before moving onto Soundview. Marcus' Ebonics started to crop up in your speech patterns on your second year so you began to speak in an American accent. The look on his face when you first started was hilarious."That's not important right now." you say. "I'm here on business."The man nods his head."What kind of business?" he asks.You narrow your eyes at the man. >[ ] "James Wesley, tell me everything you know about him and where I can find him.">[ ] "From the looks of those stripper poles you have inside, you're doing more than just pimping. You pay me to keep you safe and allow you to continue your business but you're doing more than what you said you do while not cutting me in on it. Do you know what that means to me?" >[ ] "Do you know that you have a mutant under your employ?" >[ ] "Why don't you walk closer to me first? I don't like this distance. Makes me feel like you're going to run in and hide." >[ ] Write In.
>>2720199>>[X] "From the looks of those stripper poles you have inside, you're doing more than just pimping. You pay me to keep you safe and allow you to continue your business but you're doing more than what you said you do while not cutting me in on it. Do you know what that means to me?""It means that you're going to give me the information I came here for or I'm not going to overlook the money you've shorted me."It means that you're going to tell me what kind of mutant you've got holed up in there so I know what I'm dealing with."It means we're going to have a nice, private conversation right now."And it means that the next time my man comes to collect, my cut will be larger."...or I could just start cutting now."
>[X] "From the looks of those stripper poles you have inside, you're doing more than just pimping. You pay me to keep you safe and allow you to continue your business but you're doing more than what you said you do while not cutting me in on it. Do you know what that means to me?">[X] "It means," write ins.Dancing around the subject may be a waste of your time but it's fun. You grin."From the looks of those stripper poles you have inside, you're doing more than just pimping. You pay me to keep you safe and allow you to continue your business but you're doing more than what you said you do while not cutting me in on it. Do you know what that means to me?" you ask. Zebra Daddy gulps and rubs the back of his head. "It means, uh..." he trails off. A chuckle escapes your lips. "It means that you're going to give me the information I came here for or I'm not going to overlook the money you've shorted me." you say. "It means that you're going to tell me what kind of mutant you've got holed up in there so I know what I'm dealing with. It means we're going to have a nice, private conversation right now. And it means that the next time my man comes to collect, my cut will be larger...or I could just start cutting now." The man in the purple suit blinks at you."I can do all of that for you but I have no idea what mutant you're talking about." he says.You tilt your head."Seriously, you don't know that one of your own boys is a mutant?" you ask. Zebra Daddy nods. "Ain't seen any of 'em with blue skin, poppin' claws, or wavin' a tail around; most of 'em got brown skin, pop molly, and chase tail." he says.You hum.It seems like the coke head is telling you the truth. >[ ] "Tell me everything you know about James Wesley and where I can find him.">[ ] "Order your men to come out here and line-up single file facing me." >[ ] "Got any idea of who the mutant could be?" >[ ] "How much business do you rake in from Manhattan?" >[ ] Write In.
>>2720635>[ ] "Order your men to come out here and line-up single file facing me." Me thinks we have a mole.
>>2720832This and >[ ] "Tell me everything you know about James Wesley and where I can find him."
>>2720943I'd rather wait on the info. Depending on the mutants ability and why they're even here we might potentially tip kingpin off.No YOU'RE being paranoid.
>>2720943Those two choice are incompatible. While I'm posting, how's my prose been lately? Noticed the whole character action, jump line, then dialogue tag thing looks a bit too spaced out back at the conversation with Marcus. Is the extreme simplicity good or bad in your guys' eyes?
>>2721002I'm fine with it but I'm also definitely not a guy to ask. As long as the content is good I'll put up with a lot.
>>2720635>[ ] "Tell me everything you know about James Wesley and where I can find him."
>[X] "Order your men to come out here and line-up single file facing me." So long as the identity, location, and power of the mutant remain unknown to you, there is a possible threat to your life. It doesn't matter to you if the mutant turns out to have the power of turning into a woman or smelling brown. Possible threats are possible threats and despite how much you've changed since your street-rat days, you still see to it that threats are made non-threats by any means possible. "Order your men to come out here and line-up single file facing me." you say.Zebra Daddy shoots you an odd look.You glare back at the man, making him nod to your command. The purple-suited pimp turns and peaks his head inside the metal door."Yo, my boys, get out here and line-up!" he yells. Looking back at you, he strolls by your side and stops before turning to face the entrance. The guards you had frightened earlier spill out one by one and form a line. You take a step forward to examine them but Zebra Daddy's voice stops you."Wait, there's more of them upstairs; just give them a second to come down and you'll find your mutant." he says.It takes a minute or two for several other men to come out the metal door; they jump at the sight of you when they ease into the line, spreading a grin across your face. There are twenty-three men in the line. Most of them have brown skin and most of them are in their late teens to mid twenties. All of them are staring at you with fear in their eyes. Just a few of them are visibly armed with AK-47s but it's not that hard to conceal a handgun. From sight alone, you wouldn't be able to make out the mutant but your sense of smell is keener in ways. Possibility there's more inside though. >[ ] "Is this all of them, Zebra Daddy?" >[ ] "Which one of you is the mutant?">[ ] "Zebra Daddy, which one of these boys would you say is your best soldier?">[ ] "Go back inside, we're done here.">[ ] Sniff the air, guys are just as attractive to you as girls but these ones probably don't ooze sex as much as the girls do. >[ ] Write In.
>>2721421Smell them, deeply, real close like.
>>2721429you're asking for a kojo boner popping, you know that right?
>>2721438Would picking out the mutant by smell require boner popping stench smelling?If so I'll change to ask who the mutant is with the threat of outing him through stank detection.
>>2721450no, but doing it all up in their faces closely will trigger kojo's psychopathic libido that's linked to his love of murdering people and making them shake in their boots
>>2721455Alright don't get in their faces then, that might reduce the chance of potentially recruiting a mediocre street mutant for things and stuff.
>>2721455Just sniff em, and ask really weird questions that may or may not have actual answers