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forgot about the 36 second start-up the song has

still kind of fitting even if you probably reached the end of the post by the time it reaches that mark

>>3061211
>[ ] Kip-up off the roof and run all the way to the park in Queens, no one drives around this hour and it's fun to run around.
Hey fungus! How've you been?

>>3061293
Good, tomorrow is Burgerland Thanksgiving so expect a drop-off in updates.

also, draft of an essay due Saturday midnight sooo

I'm going to space out the writing for it instead of cramming it all in one day, though.

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>[X] Kip-up off the roof and run all the way to the park in Queens, no one drives around this hour and it's fun to run around.

May as well enjoy yourself while you can before meeting Bullseye. Hopping's fun but you rarely get to run thanks to all the cars and your not quite perfect control over your power. That last bit would be concerning if you didn't have plenty experience avoiding deep tracks in the asphalt. Slight shoe indents could come from anyone: supers, other mutants, and the occasional alien invader trying out human digs.

You lift your horned head off your palms, place your hands down on the asphalt by your head's sides, lift the lower half of your body in the air, making your upper back provide far more than adequate support for your entire body, and launch yourself from the rooftop into the air.

Flipping forward, you land on the streets of the Bronx and dart off to Queens.

A grin spreads across your face as you feel the wind rushes past your entire body.

Hopping around can be exhilarating but sprinting gives you more control over your destination where hopping leaves you dead in the air if you don't put enough force in it or stuck in a course. You can feel just how much power is in your movements and you know just how much control you have over it with every maneuver you make.

It takes you three minutes to breeze through the streets of Hunts Point, Soundview, Unionport, and down Throggs Neck to Whitestone Bridge and half of one to cross it into Queens.

You slowly come to a stop at the border edge of Queens.

Turning to your left, you see the greenery of Francis Lewis Park on the ground below.

It'd be fun to keep running but your time is a commodity, which makes it worth it and not worth it at the same time.

>[ ] Close your material eyes and flow out into the world through your third eye, the entire park and then some is in your range.
>[ ] Shut all three of your eyes and take in the air through your nose, nothing beats the classics even if they're obsolete.
>[ ] Hop over the edge of the overpass to the open clearing of the park, he's likely waiting for you there or going to be.
>[ ] Jump down to the playground and skulk around a bit, doesn't hurt to be too careful.
>[ ] Finish your run, you've gotta have fun.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3061470
>See the park, look at nature with your third eye, if it looks okay walk to the center of central park and sit down
I really don't want to fuck with The Green or its equivalents

>>3061513
The Green's a DC thing.

>>3061530
Isn't there something roughly equivalent, because I don't want to fuck with it, and central park is beautiful so I don't want to kill it with our freaky deaky third eye power

>>3061538
Kojo's third eye/soul can't hurt material things..,yet.

>>3061545
But do plants have life force?

>>3061568
Not the kind Kojo's essence has a hunger for. It can't reach it because of the vessel its in anyway. Omniconsiously, it soaks up the surrounding energy lingering in the air it encompasses for an instant.

It's late where I'm at. Will update tomorrow morning my time(UTC-8) if I have it before Thanksgiving. Hopefully, I'll learn how to pick up my story pace in this brand new chapter. Still can't believe the first one took place in the span of two days.

>>3061599
Night, can't wait to get more Monday Born King

>>3061470
We back to non-stupid capeshit quest. Nice.
>See the park, look at nature with your third eye, if it looks okay walk to the center of central park and sit down

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>[X] See the park, look at nature with your third eye, if it looks okay walk to the center of central park and sit down.

It's always better to scout ahead than just jumping in headfirst.

You close your material eyes and flow out into the world with your third.

That which is you pours out of your flesh that is not flesh into a globe surrounding your meat puppet.

Mother Gaia's sweet bounty lies to the right of your vessel as does The Thrower.

No fear is oozing off his synthetic wrapped hide for you to see, taste, hear, smell, or feel.

Opening your material eyes, you let out a hum.

He came unarmed but that doesn't mean much when practically anything he gets his hands on can be a weapon.

You lean towards the left, bend your appropriate leg, and flip yourself sideways over the edge of the overpass down into the park below.

A muffled thud emerges from the contact of your feet with the playground pavement.

Turning to the direction of the clearing, you navigate your way through the child area to the open area.

Bullseye's eyes lock onto yours as you come into his view. He momentarily widens them before raising a spandex wrinkling eyebrow at you.

You wave at the man and seat yourself on the not quite wet grass.

Not quite an appropriate position to be in for this kind of meeting but you deserve to relax whenever the hell you feel like it.

>[ ] "What?...What?"
>[ ] "Sit down with me, the park is lovely this time of day."
>[ ] "Bullseye: assassin, 'supervillain', and retired professional baseball pitcher. You worked for Kingpin; now you're going to work for me."
>[ ] "Got any question on your mind?"
>[ ] Write In.

>[ ] "Sit down with me, the park is lovely this time of day."
>[ ] "Got any question on your mind?"

>>3062065
I'll back >>3062090
Time to show bullseye how Kojo does things.

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>[X] "Sit down with me, the park is lovely this time of day."
>[X] "Got any question on your mind?"

You're already sitting, he might as well join you. It'd be better for him to get comfortable with you first before you pop the whole employment thing, too.

A smile spreads across your face.

"Sit down with me, the park is lovely this time of day."

The spandex clad assassin blinks at you before seating himself some distance away.

He's right to be cautious of you, as should everyone.

Answering a few questions of his, that he obviously has, should get him to relax a bit.

"Got any question on your mind?"

Bullseye stares directly into your eyes.

"What are you exactly? I heard a news report of a horned mutant shooting up a coffee shop and killing a SWAT officer Tuesday morning. I can see you have horns but the eyes are a little too demonic to be just a mutation. Could be wrong, though: mutants come in a little too convenient forms, don't you think?" He grins. "Whether or not you're a mutant or some kind of hell-spawn, I'm still impressed with what you've done. I mean, I could've done it just as well if not better but it takes a special kind of guts to take a hit out on a king." A throaty laugh escapes lips. "It's a complete whole other level of achievement for it to succeed."

You blink at the master assassin.

Glowing dark red irises with slitted pupils on black sclera reflect of his eyes back into yours.

The whole demon eyes thing completely escaped your mind.

>[ ] "Did you find anything at the scene?"
>[ ] "Really? You think you could've thrown anything hard enough through a bullet-proof window glass that could tank a 12.7x108mm round while fourteen snipers occupied key vantage points to Kingpin's penthouse?"
>[ ] "What I am doesn't matter, I'm here to take you under my employ."
>[ ] "I'm hell-spawn, it's a long story."
>[ ] "I'm mutant through and through, is that going to be a problem for you?"
>[ ] Smooth your spirit back into water, it might feel more natural but it's just distracting to other people.
>[ ] "He. Was. No. King."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3062192
>[ ] "He. Was. No. King."
>[ ] "I'm mutant through and through, is that going to be a problem for you?"
>[ ] "Did you find anything at the scene?"

>>3062234
Ditto

Voting closed; writing now.

Heading out to Thanksgiving dinner, will finish writing and update when I get back.

>[X] "He. Was. No. King."
>[X] "I'm mutant through and through, is that going to be a problem for you?"
>[X] "Did you find anything at the scene?"

The matter of your scary eyes fades to the back of your mind as a primal, innate feeling encompasses your entire being before that which is you completely takes form.

"He. Was. No. King."

Your proclamation echoes throughout the empty park and sends an affirming shock-wave out into the astral plane, causing the surrounding energy to distort and convulse before passing it on, conveying your universal edict.

Blinking, your soul softens into a thick sludge.

Whatever the hell that was is a mystery to you, but it seems like your soul objects to the very thought of Kingpin as an actual king despite the fact you don't really give much of a fuck since he's dead.

That's probably something you should look into later: you've got to handle a shit load of other things first.

You focus back on the stunned assassin.

"I'm mutant through and through, is that going to be a problem for you?"

Bullseye immediately shakes his head.

A pleased hum rumbles in your throat.

Kingpin didn't know the man personally so his opinions, biases, and political views are a mystery to you.

"Did you find anything at the scene?"

The hitman raises a hand to his chin.

"If you mean the penthouse, Kingpin and Wesley's somewhat headless corpses along with a few foot-soldiers. On the surrounding building rooftops, I found abandoned sniper rifles next to blood stains and two 12.7X108mm round casings on a rooftop with the perfect view inside the Baccarat Hotel's penthouse."

You resist the urge to slam your palm into your face.

Either Jesus forgot to pick them up in the spur of the moment or didn't feel the need to. There's not much evidence that can be taken from a casing considering he didn't load the bullets in himself barehanded, though. If anything, you should've taken the actual pieces of lead out of the walls of the Baccarat: guns can be linked from the grooves on their fired bullets from their rifle barrels.

>[ ] "Did you take them with you?"
>[ ] "Nothing that can trace back to me then?"
>[ ] "Let's talk about your future as one of my assassins."
>[ ] Write In.

have this late night update

will update tomorrow morning my time (UTC-8)

thanksgiving dinner was long as all fuck

>>3062858
It's cool family is family

>>3062855
>Did you take them with you
>After that, talk about his future and ask his opinion on the other incoming assassins

>>3062855
Wait, Bullseye isn't a Mutant. I wonder if we could learn to be as good a shooter as he is

>>3062855
Backing>>3062905

>>3062912
Bullseye is basically a mutant. He has the "innate ability" to make anything he throws lethal. Given our strength we can probably mimic it but we won't ever be able to be the same.

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>[X] "Did you take them with you?"
>[X] "Let's talk about your future as one of my assassins."

Even if there's probably nothing solid anyone can get from those bullet casings, it's better to be safe than to be sorry.

"Did you take them with you?"

Bullseye nods his head.

"It didn't feel right to leave evidence of an assassination behind, especially one as important as th-...Fisk's. Dropped them in a trash compactor and let the waste management system do the rest of the work."

You tilt your head to the side before shrugging it off.

Whatever form it's in, it can't be used as substantial evidence now.

"Let's talk about your future as one of my assassins. Tonight, I'm meeting with someone by the name of Lady Deathstrike. Have you ever heard of her?"

The master assassin raises an eyebrow at you.

"I have. We've met and talked more than once or twice. I don't know if you know this, but she has a certain history with mutants. If you do, I guess I can imagine who my first target under your employ is."

You blink at the spandex clad hitman.

Kingpin's knowledge of her is vague beyond her status as a cyborg assassin doubling as the CEO of Oyama Heavy Industries.

>[ ] "What kind of history exactly?"
>[ ] "Do you recommend her as a suitable assassin for me to use as I wish?"
>[ ] "You're back-up in case anything goes wrong. I'll call you when it's about to go down."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3063345
>What kind of history exactly?

>"What kind of history exactly?"
>"And is it going to be a problem?"
>"I do not forget Favors Done for me, so if you ever need ANYTHING done, you come to me and i'll do Everything in my power to help."

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>[X] "What kind of history exactly and is it going to be a problem?"
>[X] "I don't forget favors done on my behalf, so if you ever need anything come to me and I'll do everything in my power to help, if it's within reason."

It'd be foolish of you not to pry.

"What kind of history exactly and is it going to be a problem?"

Bullseye hums.

"Not particularly so long as you're not affiliated with the X-men or friends with the Wolverine from what I've heard." He lets out a small laugh. "That crazy lady crucified him and left him for dead in the Australian outback."

You widen your eyes before chuckling.

That's pleasant news if you've ever heard it before. Lady Deathstrike is someone who can fight toe to toe with the Wolverine himself, which means you now have the potential to hire someone who can take care of the future pain in the ass for you. Maybe you could sicc her on him as soon as you're done with your meeting. It won't incriminate you on account of her bad blood with him if anyone looks at the situation on the surface level.

"I don't forget favors done on my behalf, so if you ever need anything come to me and I'll do everything in my power to help, if it's within reason."

Spandex assassin man blinks at you before slowly nodding his head.

"Not going to need much other than a customary payment for whatever jobs you give me but thanks for the offer. Speaking of which, do you have any targets in mind or did you just plan this meeting for introductions?"

You let out a thoughtful hum.

Arturo, Nigel, the Chinatown triad bosses, and potentially Hammerhead are up in the air.

Bullseye's prices range from the importance of the target so Arturo & Nigel would be cheaper than any of the triad bosses while Hammerhead would be the most expensive out of them if Tombstone hasn't beaten him to death.

>[ ] "Arturo Rey and Nigel Garrison, I don't know where they are but I'm willing to pay extra for the trouble of you finding them and killing them yourself."
>[ ] "The three Chinatown bosses' heads, I know you know where they live."
>[ ] "Hammerhead, you already know where he lives. Do try to be careful not to hurt a black albino giant if he's already in the process of killing the thick-headed bastard."
>[ ] "I"ll call you when I have a job for you, which will probably be soon."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3063454
>Arturo Rey and Nigel Garrison etc...

We need to learn to start delegating and taking a hands off approach.

>>3063486
That is a sign of good leadership and management.

i have the sneaking suspicion writing kojo made me choose that as my major

>>3063212
Basically a mutant but isn't, his "power" is similar to Batman's in the sense that he's just highly skilled
>>3063454
>Where's the Chinatown bosses
>Kill Rey and Garrison, and just to be sure bring their heads
>Any worries about the new leadership in the city

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>>3063555
>Where's the Chinatown bosses
Kojo already knows that.

>[X] "Arturo Rey and Nigel Garrison, I don't know where they are but I'm willing to pay extra for the trouble of you finding them and killing them yourself."
>[X] "Any worries about the new leadership in the city?"

As the head of a criminal syndicate, you should really start delegating wetwork. It may have been fine as a gang boss but you're not going to be able to handle every single little problem personally from here on out nor should you. The others have been doing a good job in their handling of your protection ring: they can take most of the dirty business off your shoulders.

"Arturo Rey and Nigel Garrison, I don't know where they are but I'm willing to pay extra for the trouble of you finding them and killing them yourself."

Bullseye nods his head.

"Done, they'll be dead by the end of the day or sooner." He rises from his seat on the grass. "Is there anything else you want me to take care of or will that be all?"

You look up at the master assassin.

"Any worries about the new leadership in the city?"

The spandex clad hitman shakes his head.

"Frankly, I couldn't really care less about who's running New York. What goes on in the streets isn't my business. I'm a high profile contract killer: there's always work for me to do and if it isn't from you it's from someone else." He turns to the direction of the streets. "I do find you and this entire situation interesting, though."

You watch the man take off into the night.

A hum rumbles in your throat as you lay back and look up to the stars.

Bullseye, Arturo, and Nigel down; turf, the Chinatown triads, the Enforcers, Lady Deathstrike, and pimps to go.

>[ ] Watch the stars until sunrise, may as well enjoy the time while it lasts.
>[ ] Hop back to the warehouse, you can wake everyone up early or just chill until the day begins.
>[ ] Take out your burner and call the Enforcers, may as well do it now instead of waiting to do it later even if they might be tired or asleep.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3063643
>Try to probe your collected memories for info on tinkerer.
I recall that he did some work on the owl and he could be useful for some of our plans.

>>3063643
>[X] Take out your burner and call the Enforcers, may as well do it now instead of waiting to do it later even if they might be tired or asleep.

>>3063643
Backing both >>3063652 and >>3063655, that order

>>3063643
>>3063671
Ditto

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>[X] Try to probe your collected memories for info on tinkerer.
>[X] Take out your burner and call the Enforcers, may as well do it now instead of waiting to do it later even if they might be tired or asleep.

You trust Silvio enough to get the job done, but it might be quicker and easier for you to find out where the little old man is yourself. His wide area of expertise will prove invaluable to you in the looming conflict. It's better to get him in your circle now before it's too late and the shooting starts while you're still using conventional firearms.

Closing all three of your eyes, you concentrate on the The Tinkerer.

The old man is a self-taught roboticist, mechanist, gunsmith, and engineer. He'd be a surgeon if he hadn't already programmed robots to do that for him. Owl heard of the gifted bastard from the streets and set a meet with a friend of his called Mysterio, a weird special effects magician guy who regularly fucks around with Spider-boy. Owl's knock-off claw operation was done in some abandoned building in Brooklyn, which could have his scent in it.

You open your eyes and hum.

It could be worth a look some other time: you've got other things to handle before SHIELD or Hydra become a problem.

Swiping the burner out of your pocket, you flip it open and input the Enforcers' contact number.

The dial rings four times until it breaks.

A tired groan rumbles through the speaker.

"You've reached the Enforcers, it's a little early where we are now so could you please tell me what you want and me and my boys will do it later on today, for the right price of course."

You resist the urge to giggle at the cowboy's accent.

>[ ] "I'm coming by in a few minutes, ten tops."
>[ ] "Meet me in Central Park by the Ancient Playground."
>[ ] "Rise and shine, dandy boy, today's a big day for y'all!"
>[ ] "You wouldn't happen to know anything about the Tinkerer, would you? Or Mysterio?"
>[ ] "Do you really get any business from anyone who's not Kingpin? Well, did?"
>[ ] Write In.

>>3063844
>I'm coming by in a few minutes, ten tops.

Wait, when's our meeting with Deathstrike?

>>3063861
At night, this is super early morning.

>>3063844
I'll back >>3063861
We should get in touch with Murdock after them.

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4channel posting be trippin, hope it doesn't fuck with the archive

>>3063987
Yeah, posts happen but the posting dialogue box stays up- and shit, suptg needs to update to the new location.

>[X] "I'm coming by in a few minutes, ten tops."

No time for smart remarks or questions, you've got shit to do and meeting at the playground will take time.

"I'm coming by in a few minutes, ten tops."

Montana grumbles on the other line.

"Oh, it's you; I'll wake everyone up now. Do please get here without hurting anyone on staff. We've been taken well care of by the folks here and I'd hate to hear or see any of them getting hurt."

You raise an eyebrow at the man's words.

It sounds like he's threatening you but what he's saying is genuine by his tone of voice.

"They'll be fine, I don't involve bystanders."

A hum echoes through the phone's speakers.

"Good to hear, tell Cindy I said hi."

Shooting the burner an odd look, you press down on the end button before Montana can.

You slide the disposable block of plastic into your pocket and spring up to your feet.

The Cowboy's kind are respectable but often times their sense of morality and fair play lead to them making spotty decisions. It's a good thing he's just an enforcer or that would be a major problem. Him and his crew are going to be best used for street problems. Cuda, Bullseye, Alex, and Jesus can handle the upper echelons of society including but not limited to mob bosses, politicians, businessmen, CEOs, and law enforcement.

Maybe they'll branch out more given time but the Enforcers are specialized for the streets.

>[ ] Hop to the Marmara Hotel in the Upper East Side of Manhattan, best get to it.
>[ ] Run to the Hotel, there may be cars but it'd be fun.
>[ ] Superman jump to Manhattan, there's no better time to experiment with your powers than the present. It's not like you're going to kill anyone if you fuck up...probably.(Power Control Check DC18)
>[ ] Write In.

>>3064124
>[ ] Hop to the Marmara Hotel in the Upper East Side of Manhattan, best get to it.
I really want to fuck with our powers more we need to keep a low profile.

>>3064155
*But we still need to keep a low profile.
And that's why you always read through what you type before posting.

>>3064124
>Hop to it
Same, I really want to really fuck around with our powers. Maybe we can buy a ranch or something in the middle of bumfuck nowhere and go wild there for like a week

>>3064124
>Hop to the Marmara Hotel

We can cut loose on our powers once we have our resources and new position secured in a traininground meant for it. For now, efficiency over risk.

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>[X] Hop to the Marmara Hotel in the Upper East Side of Manhattan, best get to it.

Now's not at all the time or place to be playing around with your powers and running through Manhattan is just begging to be seen and or crashed into; as usual, hopping's the way to go.

You look over to the distant bridge overpass before leaping from the park clearing to the black asphalt.

A second jump takes you to one of the bridge supports.

It doesn't take long for you to hop back into the Bronx.

Four minutes of rooftop hopping pass before you reach Third Avenue Bridge.

One jump is all you need to go from the roof of a building in Mott Haven to the cage support at the center of the bridge.

You stop for a moment to stare at the borough that never sleeps.

Glittering lights, seas of cars, and towering human colony buildings.

A grin spreads across your face.

It's all yours now.

You take off once again into Manhattan.

Three minutes pass by until you hop from a neighboring rooftop down to the front of the Marmara Manhattan.

Strolling to the entrance, you open the door and enter.

From the corner of your eye, you see a fair skinned woman look up from something on her counter to see you.

The woman jolts as she widens her eyes.

You raise an eyebrow for a moment before realizing you're a dark-skinned young mutant man with demon horns and eyes in a building alone at night with a young white flatscan woman.

How typical.

>[ ] "You wouldn't happen to be Cindy would you? A southern man told me to tell you Hi."
>[ ] "Can you tell me what room number a middle-aged southern man would happen to be staying in? I'm supposed to be meeting with him for something important."
>[ ] "What?...What?"
>[ ] "Oh, I see how it is. You take one look at a mutant and your first reaction is to panic. Typical flatscan bitch."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3064516
>[ ] "You wouldn't happen to be Cindy would you? A southern man told me to tell you Hi."
I imagine Kojo is used to startling almost everyone he meets regardless.

>>3064516
[x] "You wouldn't happen to be Cindy would you? A southern man told me to tell you Hi."

Let's be cordial, even if we have resentment.

>>3064516
>You're Cindy, right?
Are our eyes still fucked, we should probably get contacts or sunglasses

>>3064538
He is, demon eyes are freaky deaky tho

>>3064539
kojo's just being sarcastic in his internal monologue, which is yours or whatever

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>See it in the catalogue, seems interesting at a glance
>Go to check out thread #1 on suptg
>Nowhere to be found

Did the first thread not get archived or something?

>[X] "You wouldn't happen to be Cindy would you? A southern man told me to tell you Hi."

It's always best for you to keep things nice and polite when it comes to the all too delicate sissy civvies. This is probably her first time seeing a genuine mutant before and not some costumed super. Your whole demonic devil look doesn't exactly help either.

"You wouldn't happen to be Cindy, would you? A southern man told me to tell you Hi."

The receptionist blinks at you before slowly nodding her head.

"...Y-yes, I'm Cindy. Are you a friend of Mr. Martins?"

You resist the urge to raise an eyebrow at the woman.

Of course the criminal cowboy would use a fake name if that's really him.

>[ ] "How are those three muscle boys of his?"
>[ ] "You look like a cat bit your tongue. Didn't think an old fashioned man like him would've been friends with a mutie?"
>[ ] "Considering how early it is, does he come in around this time often or enough times to get to know?"
>[ ] "Yeah, I've got some important business to discuss with him and he told me to talk to you for his room number. Awfully strange but then again Martins is just a strange guy all around, isn't he?"
>[ ] Write In.

>>3064734
First Thread: https://archived.moe/qst/thread/2424210/#2424210

I didn't know how to archive it and no one did it for me. Some noice guy on QTG gave me the archived moe link tho.

>>3064770
be warned, i was fresh and new as all fuck

like, my dialogue tags get really obnoxious halfway through until i learn how to use them efficiently and that a lot of the times i shouldn't

>>3064768
>What time does he come though here
>Where are his muscles
>I have important business to discuss with him
>>3064775
I liked it, it showed good promise and you haven't disappointed us

>>3064768
Backing >>3064799

>>3064775
Still based and phoenixpilled

Late, will close voting and update tomorrow morning my time (UTC-8)

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>[X] "How are those three muscle boys of his?"
>[X] "Considering how early it is, does he come in around this time often or enough times to get to know?"
>[X] "Yeah, I've got some important business to discuss with him and he told me to talk to you for his room number. Awfully strange but then again Martins is just a strange guy all around, isn't he?"

>(1/2)

You need to clarify if it's him, make some small talk so you don't seem more suspicious than you already are, and top it off with getting his room number with more small talk.

A grin spreads across your face.

"How are those three muscle boys of his?"

Cindy's stare remains fearful.

"...T-the triplets are fine. They're getting along beside the occasional fights they get into out drinking." She lets out a nervous laugh. "Mr. Martins always says they work as a team in everything despite their differences."

You tone down your devilish grin to a plain smile.

It's Montana alright and you're dealing with one skittish white flatscan girl.

"Considering how early it is, does he come in around this time often or enough times to get to know?"

The receptionist blinks at you.

"Surprisingly often, he has a very lucrative yet sporadic business as a freelance worker with his boys. Their schedule gets mixed up all the time from what I've heard." A sigh escapes her lips. "...What I'd give for that kind of job even if it'd be crazy to keep up with."

>(2/2)

You resist the urge to grin.

Honest work for meager "honest" pay.

"Yeah, I've got some important business to discuss with him and he told me to talk to you for his room number. Awfully strange but then again Martins is just a strange guy all around, isn't he?"

Cindy slowly nods her head.

"...Yeah, he is." She squints her eyes at you. "Say, do I know you from somewhere? I can't help but feel like I've seen you before. Not passed by you, of course, pretty sure I'd recognize you when you walked in if that were the case but you look a lot like one of those mutants on the news."

You keep up your smiling facade.

It's very much possible there was footage of you taken by the police and released to the press at some point after the accident. The receptionist is working the early to evening or late night to early morning shift, which means she's likely to have heard or seen the news at some point but have been too tired to really process it.

This probably wouldn't have happened if you kept things simple and short.

>[ ] Take out your wallet and toss her $20, she looks like she needs it.
>[ ] Flip out your wallet and toss her $100, Benjamin's wrinkly green face is sure to cheer her up.
>[ ] Hop over to her and give her a tap on the temple, she won't remember this moment when she wakes up.
>[ ] "That room number?"
>[ ] "Oh wow, so just because I have freaky eyes, luscious golden brown skin, and horns I'm a mutant? Bitch, I was born this way. My father was a demon and my mother was a black woman; sue me."
>[ ] "You caught me, I'm a member of the X-men...Well, intern, really."
>[ ] "Two days ago I was a nobody, everyone knows me now or will in due time."
>[ ] "I'm the man who's going to hire you to be his secretary when he's CEO of a major company in a few days."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3065603
>[ ] Flip out your wallet and toss her $100, Benjamin's wrinkly green face is sure to cheer her up.
>[ ] I'm sure someone just used some footage of me walking around for some mutant scare piece. I do have a certain look.
>[ ] "That room number?"

>>3065629
Ditto
Man, fuck Flatscans

>>3065603
Backing >>3065629

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>[X] Flip out your wallet and toss her $100, Benjamin's wrinkly green face is sure to cheer her up.
>[X] "I'm sure someone just used some footage of me walking around for some mutant scare piece. I do have a certain look."
>[X] "That room number?"

There's other shit you need to do today.

You reach into your pocket and pull out your wallet. Flipping it open, you take out a wrinkly Ben and fold it. A light toss delivers your bribe directly to the receptionist's desk.

>Hard Cash on Person: $478

Cindy stares at the bill for a few seconds before unfolding it and widening her eyes.

A grin spreads across your face.

"I'm sure someone just used some footage of me walking around for some mutant scare piece; I do have a certain look. Now, that room number?"

The receptionist tucks the green piece of paper into her pocket.

"Room 95, 30th floor. Please don't hurt him: he's a kind man."

You turn to look down the hotel hall.

"It's just a meeting but that depends on him."

Stepping forward, you stop and look up at a upper corner of the hotel.

A security camera shifts from left to right observingly.

You could sneak past them, ignore them, break them, or ignore them and take a trip to the security room after you're done. It doesn't really matter so long as you don't do anything incriminating but you're still being recorded. Maybe you can have the enforcers take care of the security footage for you after you're done with the meeting.

>[ ] Jump up and start crushing them, they're a threat to your remaining anonymity.
>[ ] Ignore them and get to the Enforcer's room, anonymity doesn't really matter now and you can get the enforcers to take care of them for you later.
>[ ] Close your material eyes and flow out into the world with your third, you could've done this the entire time but would've probably gotten the cops on you through spooking the receptionist.
>[ ] Hop back and give the receptionist a tap on the temple, you want your money and she's a witness.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3065901
>Close your material eyes
>Don't care about them now, just make damn sure you get that footage deleted

>>3065936
supporting

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>[X] Close your material eyes and flow out into the world with your third, you could've done this the entire time but would've probably gotten the cops on you through spooking the receptionist.
>[X] Ignore them and get to the Enforcer's room, anonymity doesn't really matter now and you can get the enforcers to take care of them for you later.

It's better to be safe than to be sorry. Locating the security room now will save time and either you or the Enforcers can handle the matter after you're done with the meeting.

You close your material eyes and flow out into the world with your third.

That which is you surges out to encompass the entire block.

All surroundings engulf you and you engulf them, tasting, hearing, smelling, seeing, and feeling it all.

Opening your material eyes, you continue you stroll into the hotel.

Montana and his boys are drinking fancy imported arabica coffee in his room waiting for you while the security room is on the 5th floor being manned by four guards armed with tazers and CZ-75s drinking Starbucks robusta coffee.

Your third eye is both effective and in all things perceptive.

It doesn't take long for you to reach an elevator.

Pressing down on the call down button, you wait for the automated vertical steel carriage to come down.

Thirty seconds go by until your chariot lands.

You walk into the metal cube before turning and pressing the button with a thirty on it.

An upbeat tune fills the elevator as the doors shut.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBlFHuCzPgY

You let out annoyed groan.

Two entire minutes of elevator music pass by until it stops at your destination, freeing you from its clutches.

Within a second, you get out of the makeshift prison and stomp off to Montana's suite.

You stop in front of a door with the number 95 plastered on it before knocking on it.

It takes a minute for the cowboy to open the door and widen his eyes at your glorious, horrific, and annoyed visage.

"Well, I'll be damned." He checks a watch on his wrist before looking back up to you. "You're a minute late."

An eye of yours twitches.

>[ ] "Cindy was a bitch."
>[ ] "Let's just get down to business."
>[ ] "I just had to get some of that receptionist after I saw her. Lily white skin, perky tits, cute ass...She was a tender piece of meat; a shame she's dead now."
>[ ] "Brew up some coffee: robusta please, none of that arabica shit."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3066199
>[ ] "Brew up some coffee: robusta please, none of that arabica shit."
Ignore the sleight. Establish who's in charge here.

>>3066199
>>[ ] "I just had to get some of that receptionist after I saw her. Lily white skin, perky tits, cute ass...She was a tender piece of meat; a shame she's dead now."
then just burst out laughing and saying just a joke but seriously she should stop acting like that if she dont want someone to kill her

>[ ] "Brew up some coffee: robusta please, none of that arabica shit.

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godammit, i forgot the picture

>[X] "Brew up some coffee: robusta please, none of that arabica shit."

Despite how much you want to talk shit to him, you'll settle for showing him who the boss is.

"Brew up some coffee: robusta please, none of that arabica shit."

The cowboy blinks.

"How do you..." he drifts off.

You walk past him into the suite.

Turning to your left, you see the towering wall of muscle that is Raymond Bloch standing near his leader's side.

Ox widens his eyes at the sight of you.

"...Did Kingpin make a deal with the devil or did he sell us to him?"

A grin spreads across your face as you come up to him, push the wall of man aside as if he were a revolving door, and stroll into the occupied living room.

Fancy Dan and Hammer Harrison are both relaxing with coffee on two different sides of a couch parallel to another on the opposite side of a coffee table when you enter the open space.

You glide over to the unoccupied couch and take a seat on the opposite side of the two pugilists.

They immediately straighten themselves out as their eyes turn to you.

Both turn to look at one another before staring back at your gracious form.

Raymond comes into the living room with a wide open mouth to compliment his widened eyes.

All three enforcers gape at you in silence.

You continue to grin happily at your shocked audience.

>[ ] "Why arabica? You can't call that sweet blend shit coffee. Like Abuelita always said: Café tiene que ser ácido."(Translation: "Coffee needs to be acidic/sour/bitter")
>[ ] "Anyone up for an arm wrestle?"
>[ ] "Between Fancy Dan and Hammer Harrison over here, who's the better fighter?"
>[ ] "I'm the man who killed Kingpin and I'm you're all going to be working for me from here on out."
>[ ] Sit in silence, it's better to let the tension stew.
>[ ] Write In.

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oh godammit

the lack of pictures ruins the overall layout and effect of the update

>>3066646
>Sweet coffee is shit
>Arm wrassle
>What do think is going on buddy

>>3066646
>Why arabica?
>What do you think is going on?

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>>3066646
>>[ ] "Why arabica? You can't call that sweet blend shit coffee. Like Abuelita always said: Café tiene que ser ácido."(Translation: "Coffee needs to be acidic/sour/bitter")

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>[X] "Why arabica? You can't call that sweet blend shit coffee. Like Abuelita always said: Café tiene que ser ácido."(Translation: "Coffee needs to be acidic/sour/bitter")
>[X] "Anyone up for an arm wrestle?"
>[X] "What do you guys think is going on?"

May as well make some small talk while Montana gets you your coffee.

You glance down at the arabica blend coffee in ceramic mugs seated on the fitting table and raise an eyebrow before looking up to the three musclemen.

"Why arabica? You can't call that sweet blend shit coffee." You raise a finger up. "Like Abuelita always said: Café tiene que ser ácido."

Ox lets out a drawling "uh" sound.

"...What?"

Rolling your eyes at the big man, you look over to Fancy Dan.

The martial arts expert furrows his brow.

"Don't look at me, I'm not the guy who picks out the coffee."

A hum rumbles in your throat as you look over to Hammer Harrison.

Boxer man's hands move down to grab one of the coffee mugs before lifting it up for their master to take a long lasting audible sip. An equally enduring sigh of relief and satisfaction escapes the man's lips as he sets his mug down. His eyes stare directly into yours unfazed and almost challengingly.

"It has a nicer taste to it but I don't mind robusta."

You shoot the man a look of disgust.

There's no use arguing with him: he is far too gone and not worth saving.

After about a minute of tense silence, you look at the boxer man's hands to Fancy Dan's before stopping at the big man's.

You suppress a mad laugh as you put your elbow on the coffee table.

"Anyone up for an arm wrestle?"

Ox trembles.

"Nope!"

Fancy Dan and Hammer man turn to shoot Ox a surprised look before turning to you and shaking their heads.

You cluck your tongue as you pull your arm back.

Several more tense minutes pass by until your boredom acts up once again.

"What do you guys think is going on?"

The resident giant lets out another moronic groan.

"To hire us for something, I guess."

Dan turns to shoot the man a look you can't see.

"Well, that's obvious. It's more what he's talking about though."

You turn your gaze to the boxing infidel.

Harrison shrugs.

"Pretty sure either you or the boss are going to tell us in a few minutes."

A sigh escapes your lips.

None of these people are any fun.

Your nose twitches as the savory scent of robusta coffee wafts in the room.

Montana walks into view holding a mug of smoking hot liquid that can only be your ordered beverage.

He walks by you and sets it down before taking a seat in-between the two couch potato musclemen.

A few seconds of silence go by until you grin.

>[ ] "Gentlemen, the Kingpin is dead: I killed him. From here on out you're working for me, my lieutenants, and my right hand."
>[ ] "I'm the new Kingpin of Crime, which means you're all my bitches now.
>[ ] "Montana, you want to explain?"
>[ ] Drink your coffee, you waited this long for it.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3066995
I value you and appreciate you.

>>3067179
>Take a sip of the coffee
>Gentlemen, the man I represent has killed the Kingpin and taken his position. The organized crime in this city, of Flatscan and Mutant origin, now belongs to him and there's a choice I've been tasked to offer you:
>Either bend to His will or die a horrible and sadistic death carried out by myself

>>3067316
So you wanna pull a Hans Braukhaus?

I can picture Kojo as a horror equivalent to Lofwyr

>>3067384
Ja, I figure if we set up "I serve a greater man" right now we can really fuck with everyone to a greater degree

>>3067179
Backing >>3067316
Also
>You shoot the man a look of disgust.
>There's no use arguing with him: he is far too gone and not worth saving.
FUCKING PLEB REEEEEEEEEE

It's late where I'm at. Will close voting and update tomorrow morning my time(UTC-8)
>>3067525
hehe

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>[X] Take a sip of the coffee
>[X} "Gentlemen, the man I represent has killed the Kingpin and taken his position. The organized crime in this city, of Flatscan and Mutant origin, now belongs to him and there's a choice I've been tasked to offer you: either bend to His will or die a horrible and sadistic death carried out by myself."

While public anonymity may be a thing of the past, you can keep your underground anonymity. There's no real knowledge of your existence among bosses outside of New York City and you've killed almost all who knew here. Even then, the remaining bosses that aren't Silvio probably only know the rumors but at least understand there's someone in control of the Bronx and they don't want to be known. Setting yourself down as your own representative gives you the opportunity to fuck around with other organizations as well as strike fear into their hearts from the idea that there's a man higher than you that's powerful enough to control you on top of operating entirely out of everyone's view.

It'll probably piss you off and make you risk blowing your identity if anyone calls you a lapdog or servant, though.

You grab the mug of coffee, lift it up to your lips, and take a long lasting sip before setting it down.

"Gentlemen, the man I represent has killed the Kingpin and taken his position. The organized crime in this city, of Flatscan and Mutant origin, now belongs to him and there's a choice I've been tasked to offer you: either bend to His will or die a horrible and sadistic death carried out by myself."

The four men all share varying looks of worry before turning back to you.

Montana clears his throat.

"I've been meaning to ask you how exactly that happened since that phone call and how do we know if what you're saying is true and Kingpin's really dead?"

Harrison looks back to shoot the man a surprised look.

"You knew about this?"

The cowboy shakes his head.

"Not really, I was half-awake when this demon...mutant feller called and told me." He turns his attention from his man back to you.

You stare blankly at the four men.

>[ ] Persuade/Manipulate them into believing the truth.(Persuade/Manipulation Roll, +4 modifier, DC16)
>[ ] "From the way you're talking, it's almost like you want to die."
>[ ] "Turn on the TV, it should be on a news channel around now or will be soon."
>[ ] "What reason do I have to lie? I could kill all four of you now and go about my day."
>[ ] "I knew where you were staying and your contact number, didn't I? Guess where I got that from."
>[ ] Write In.

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a-fucking-gain

>[ ] "Turn on the TV, it should be on a news channel around now or will be soon."
>"Don't worry i'm not in any rush."
>"Can i have a refill on my coffee?" When we show them the cup its empty

>>3068364
it's not empty, you just took a sip

>>3068370
I know i mean we finish it first and ask for a refill
it's a dominance thing to show we have the power

>>3068355
Backing >>3068364
Oh and also
>It'll probably piss you off and make you risk blowing your identity if anyone calls you a lapdog or servant, though.
Easy way to logic out of that mentally:
Kojo does serve someone. HIMSELF.

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>[X] "Turn on the TV, it should be on a news channel around now or will be soon. Don't worry I'm not in any rush."
>[X] "Can I have a refill on my coffee?"

>(1/2)

The morning news shows should start up around 6AM and there's one or two local programs that might have started already from what you picked up from Kingpin. Probably nothing good to report other than your own exploits. Wilson Fisk was a corporate tycoon a variety of industries beyond being a famous public figure.

"Turn on the TV, it should be on a news channel around now or will be soon." A grin spreads across your face. "Don't worry I'm not in any rush."

Montana squints his eyes at you before reaching for the TV remote laying on the coffee table.

You take the mug back in your hands and down a few gulps as the cowboy turns the fancy flat-screen TV behind you on.

Voices as well sounds cut in and out while the funny accented man searches for a proper news channel to watch at this hour.

Finishing off the rest of your coffee, you hold out the mug to heathen Harrison.

"Can I have a refill on my coffee?"

The boxer takes glances at the ceramic cup before taking at and handing it out to the giant behind him.

Ox grumbles but swipes the hot beverage container out of his compatriot's hands and walks to the kitchen.

You stare directly into the heathen's eyes.

Harrison looks back unfazed, as per usual.

A relieved sigh escapes Montana's lips as he finally stops on a channel.

Taking a break from your staring contest, you crane your head back to look at the TV screen.

>(2/2)

"-ilson Fisk dead at age 47." An Asian woman in a fur coat states in front of the familiar yet closed-off with police tape street of the Baccarat Hotel. "Local law enforcement have been investigating the crime scene since yesterday afternoon. A good portion of the block the Baccarat hotel inhabits has been closed off with yellow tape due to the gruesome remains of what we can only assume to be Mr. Fisk's private security team...splattered across the streets." She grimaces. "There are an estimated twenty dead and possibly more including Wilson Fisk. We have yet to receive info precisely how the business tycoon was killed but non-verbal reactions from investigating officers indicate it to be just if not more horrific than his private security. I am Amy Ishikawa and this is..." She glances back at the scene before raising a hand to her mouth."...Oh, god." The reporter keels over and vomits off-screen.

It flashes to an anchor team before turning off.

You turn back to face a shocked Montana, Fancy Dan, and Heathen Hammer Harrison.

A devilish grin spreads across your face.

Ox appears out of the kitchen with a fresh smoking mug of what can only be coffee in one of his hands and walks over to you. He grumbles as he sets the cup down on the coffee table in front of you before glaring over at his boxer ally. The giant pauses for a moment, turns to you, blinks, turns back to his allies, and turns back to you.

"...Did I miss something?"

The grin on your face widens.

>[ ] "All those fucked up bodies? That was me. Do you want to end up the same way? I'd be happy to throw you out the window or through a wall. Maybe I'll do both to see just how durable your bodies are."
>[ ] "There were security cameras at this hotel entrance, I want you to take erase the footage and destroy all security tapes just to be sure."
>[ ] "You wanna tell him or should I?"
>[ ] "Well, what's it going to be?"
>[ ] Take a long sip of your coffee, you deserve to enjoy this moment.
>[ ] Write In.

>[ ] Take a long sip of your coffee, you deserve to enjoy this moment.
>[ ] "You wanna tell him or should I?"

>>3068632
>[x] Take a long sip of your coffee, you deserve to enjoy this moment.
>[x] "You wanna tell him or should I?"

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>[X] Take a long sip of your coffee, you deserve to enjoy this moment.
>[X] "You wanna tell him or should I?"

You have to enjoy these little moments: they're what make life worth living.

Lifting the coffee mug to your lips, you take a long drawn out sip of the bitter beverage.

A pleased sigh escapes your lips as you set the ceramic cup down and focus on the resident cowboy.

"You wanna tell him or should I?"

Ox blinks at you before turning to his superior.

"Boss?"

Montana keeps his gazed on you.

"...This feller here is telling the truth: Kingpin's dead."

The big man turns back to gape at your fiendish visage.

"Oh...shit."

You chuckle menacingly and lean back in your seat.

All that remains is their answer, which is pretty clear to you right now.

>[ ] "There were security cameras at this hotel entrance, I want you to take erase the footage and destroy all security tapes just to be sure."
>[ ] "You are all my bosses' bitches now, which means you're all my bitches now; start working your side of the corner before I get out my cane, whip out my dick, or call Tyrone to discipline you with his."
>[ ] "I'll take your silence as submission."
>[ ] "From here on out, you'll be taking jobs from me, the lieutenants, and maybe even the assassins or other enforcers in our employ when they need help. You'll get paid depending on the important of each job. I'm sure you'll find being under my boss' employ preferable to being under Kingpin's."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3068894
>[x] "From here on out, you'll be taking jobs from me, the lieutenants, and maybe even the assassins or other enforcers in our employ when they need help. You'll get paid depending on the important of each job. I'm sure you'll find being under my boss' employ preferable to being under Kingpin's."
>[x] "There were security cameras at this hotel entrance, I want you to take erase the footage and destroy all security tapes just to be sure.

>>3068894
Backing >>3068917

>>3068917
support

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>[X] "From here on out, you'll be taking jobs from me, the lieutenants, and maybe even the assassins or other enforcers in our employ when they need help. You'll get paid depending on the importance of each job. I'm sure you'll find being under my boss' employ preferable to being under Kingpin's."
>[X] "There were security cameras at this hotel entrance, I want you to take erase the footage and destroy all security tapes just to be sure."

>(1/2)

Acting like you own them all the time is bound to breed resentment. You'll lay it down on them professionally, give them their first job under you, and bounce off to take care of the rest of the things on your agenda. Today is probably not going to be nearly as long as yesterday was but it's just barely started.

"From here on out, you'll be taking jobs from me, the lieutenants, and maybe even the assassins or other enforcers in our employ when they need help. You'll get paid depending on the importance of each job. I'm sure you'll find being under my boss' employ preferable to being under Kingpin's."

You take the coffee mug into your hands one last time and down the rest of the bitter drink before setting the empty ceramic cup on the coffee table.

"There were security cameras at this hotel entrance, I want you to take erase the footage and destroy all security tapes just to be sure."

Montana slowly nods his head.

"We'll take care of it."

A pleased hum rumbles in your throat as you stand up.

"Good, I'll deliver the good news to my boss; he'll be most pleased."

Bumping past Ox once again, you walk to the entrance, open the door, exit the suite, and close the cheap wood shut behind you.

>(2/2)

The elevator is still on your current floor when you walk to it.

You groan before entering it and pressing the big G button.

The cursed upbeat jingle fills the elevator once again as the doors shut.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBlFHuCzPgY

Another two minutes of your life are wasted as the iron cage ferries you back to the main floor.

You stomp out of the vertical carriage as soon as its gates open.

Cindy shoots you a worry filled look when you walk into the main hall.

Resisting the urge to flip her the finger, you wave at the receptionist and give her a reassuring thumbs up on your way to the entrance.

You push the door open and walk out into the early morning air.

A sigh of relief escapes your lips.

Bullseye, Arturo, Nigel, and the Enforcers down; the Chinatown triads, Lady Deathstrike, and Bronx pimps to go.

Tinkerer's up in the air as is Hammerhead but Silvio could take care of them.

>[ ] Hop back to the warehouse, you can wait for the day to begin or just chill for a bit.
>[ ] Rooftop hop back to your old warehouse, you know Dan's real name now and you kind of want to spend more time there.
>[ ] Jump all the way back to your old squat, you may not like it but what Marcus said made you realize something: you're still empty despite how much you've changed.
>[ ] Take out your burner and call Montana, he might know something about the Tinkerer or Mysterio.
>[ ] Make your way to the abandoned house Owl was operated on in Brooklyn, you're going to need the Tinkerer for what's to come and it can't wait.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3069231
>Call up Murdock on our burner phone. Being a non person is becoming more trouble than it's worth.

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>[X] Call up Murdock on your burner phone. Being a non person is becoming more trouble than it's worth.

While acquiring the Tinkerer's services could help you in the coming future, contacting Matt Murdock and explaining your situation to him would help you with your lack of legal documents besides the trial that'd be in wake of your reveal to the world in accordance with your inheritance. Finding out ways to prove your identity or build one up could help you with claiming you are who you say you are to get all of Kingpin's legal assets. His wife could possibly dispute your inheritance on the grounds you have no legal identity and can't prove you are the Kojo Reyes Fisk cited in his will.

You slip a hand into your phone pocket and flip out your burner before dialing in the number Luke Cage gave you.

The phone rings twice before the line breaks.

"Who is this?" a somewhat menacing voice growls.

Moving your disposable brick of plastic away from your ear, you shoot the device an odd luck.

Either Luke Cage gave you the wrong number to one of his super-hero friends or the blind lawyer does not take kindly to being woken up this early in the morning by something that's likely to sound like a fire alarm to his enhanced ears.

>[ ] "I'm Kojo Reyes and I'm a mutant: a homeless mutant who was born on the streets with no birth certificate, social security card, or passport. Luke Cage told me you could help."
>[ ] "My name is Kojo Reyes, I'm that mutant that was plastered all over the news Tuesday morning. Luke Cage told me you could help."
>[ ] "I'm a...friend of Cage's. Did he tell you about me or did he just fuck off after I told him about my problem?"
>[ ] "Are you Matt Murdock or did Cage give me the wrong number?"
>[ ] "Did I wake you up?"
>[ ] "Wrong number."
>[ ] Hang up.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3070006
>>[ ] "Are you Matt Murdock or did Cage give me the wrong number?"

>[ ] "Did I wake you up?"
>[ ] If I did i apologize Luke Cage told me you could help
>[ ] I got caught up in the wrong place at the wrong time And some cops mistook me for a criminal and started shooting so i defended myself so now i'm a wanted man
Be polite and give him the basics

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>[X] "Are you Matt Murdock or did Cage give me the wrong number?"
>[X] "Did I wake you up? If I did, I apologize; Luke Cage told me you could help."
>[X] "I got caught up in the wrong place at the wrong time: some cops mistook me for a criminal and started shooting at me so I defended myself, which means now I'm a wanted man."

>(1/2)

It may not be the blind lawyer but it's good to be civil just in case it is.

You move your phone back to your ear.

"Are you Matt Murdock or did Cage give me the wrong number?"

A surprised huh in an entirely different tone of voice rumbles through the speakers.

"Luke gave you my number?" the man asks in a softer more natural voice.

You raise an eyebrow as you hum in confirmation.

"Did I wake you up? If I did, I apologize; Luke Cage told me you could help."

The line falls silent for a few seconds.

"Help with what exactly?"

Raising a hand to your chin, you tilt your head to the side.

>(2/2)

He could help you out with your lack of legal identification but it's probably better if you get a head start on the trial. No amount of citizenship is going to help you with that. It's going to take a while for you to claim your inheritance anyway. Silvio will probably take time to process all of Kingpin's assets before handing it all to you. You can get your legal work done while the old man does his side of things.

An emphasized sigh escapes your lips.

"I got caught up in the wrong place at the wrong time: some cops mistook me for a criminal and started shooting at me so I defended myself, which means now I'm a wanted man."

You can hear the man on the other line grimace.

"That's not good; that's not good at all. I know you're probably in hiding and taking a risk making this call from a telephone booth but now isn't exactly a good time. Can you tell me where you're staying? I can come by in a few hours with my partner to pick you up and drive you to our office so we can get a head up on the case. Of course, you'll have to turn yourself in after we're done. We'll drive you to the nearest police station. Depending on just how you defended yourself and the evidence against you, you won't be able to pay bail and might have to plead guilty in court."

A scowl makes its way onto your face.

There's still a lot of other things you need to do and you don't want the world's first sight of you to be some lowly mutie criminal on trial. Being tried for a crime before you receive Kingpin's inheritance also incriminates the hell out of you. Showing up at a news conference and or submitting to an interview with the New Yorker, Times, or the Daily Bugle for your inheritance would give you the chance to create an air of mystery, wonder, charmingness, and earnestness.

Your narrative would be yours to weave in to the most fitting image you'd desire and everyone would be none the wiser of the darkness hiding in the light.

>[ ] "...This was a mistake."
>[ ] "I'll come to you when I'm ready."
>[ ] "I'm sorry, I can't do that; I can't do this."
>[ ] "Right now us not a good time for me: I have people I need to say goodbye to just in case I don't ever come back."
>[ ] "...Pick me up at Sylvia's sometime this afternoon. I'll call you so you know precisely when."
>[ ] Hang up, no point in going through with whatever Murdock has in store, for now at least.
>[ ] Write In.

Getting late, will close voting and update tomorrow morning my time(UTC-8)

>>3070569
>I’ll come to you when I’m ready
>Right now there are people I need to say goodbye to

Its a solid plan, Matt knows his stuff...however before we play Jailed Kojo we need to finish sorting out structure and make sure our circle including Silvio are in on the plan.

>>3070569
Backing >>3071383

Voting closed; writing now.

woke up too late to update during the morning before class; sorry about that.

>[X] "I’ll come to you when I’m ready: right now there are people I need to say goodbye to."

There's too many important things to get done now and going down this road so early will tarnish whatever image you could weave of yourself. Structure needs to be laid in stone so everything will be running smoothly before and while you're on trial. Old man Silvio still needs to get a concrete time and date to set a news conference about Kingpin's inheritance as well.

"I’ll come to you when I’m ready: right now there are people I need to say goodbye to."

The lawyer grunts in surprise.

"Wait, don't leave! The longer you're free the wor-"

You press down on the red phone button before Murdock can finish his sentence.

A genuine sigh escapes your lips as you look up to the starry sky.

So much shit you need to sort out that you have to bide your time to handle.

At the very least, you can take it easy in-between issues.

>[ ] Hop back to the warehouse, you can wait for the day to begin or just chill while you can.
>[ ] Rooftop hop back to your old warehouse, you know Dan's real name now and you kind of want to spend more time there.
>[ ] Jump all the way back to your old squat, you may not like it but what Marcus said made you realize something: you're still empty despite how much you've changed.
>[ ] Call Montana, he might know something about the Tinkerer or Mysterio.
>[ ] Make your way to the abandoned house Owl was operated on in Brooklyn, you're going to need the Tinkerer for what's to come and you're not going to wait for it to just fall in your lap.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3071750
>[ ] Make your way to the abandoned house Owl was operated on in Brooklyn, you're going to need the Tinkerer for what's to come and you're not going to wait for it to just fall in your lap.
Must still be up at this early hour.

>>3071759
Ditto, let's get some tinkerer

>>3071750
Maybe we can do something to make ourselves look different, maybe go to Mysterio and get some facial prosthetics from him or go to the tinkerer and get some cosmetic surgery

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] Make your way to the abandoned house Owl was operated on in Brooklyn, you're going to need the Tinkerer for what's to come and you're not going to wait for it to just fall in your lap.

You might not be able to clear your name or plant your flag over the rest of New York city just yet but that doesn't mean you can't be proactive when it comes to your problems. The Tinkerer is vital towards evening the playing field between you and other organizations decked out in future age equipment. Depending on how fast and well you get things under control, you may be able to preemptively strike against either Hydra or the mutant hate groups likely to target you; SHIELD is one thing you can't afford to fuck with directly because it'll label you as a criminal and potential terrorist if they trace anything back to you. It's probably best to settle things with them diplomatically before informing them of that secret society they hate so much being on your ass.

That's all in the somewhat distant future, however.

Sliding your burner back in your pocket, you take off in the direction of Brooklyn.

It take you four minutes to get to Williamsburg Bridge, cross into Silvio's borough, and land on the roof of the abandoned house the Tinkerer operated on Owl in.

You flip sideways off the roof and down in front of the wooden entrance of the ruin.

The surgery was conducted in a tidy little makeshift lab the Tinkerer set up in the basement of the place. Little old man was packing up his things and a transforming surgeon bot while Owl flew away back to his nest. He could've left something behind: something to track him with or a nasty surprise waiting for anyone looking for the old man.

>[ ] Close all your eyes and take in the air through your news, obsolete but it's a classic and you never know.
>[ ] Shut your material eyes and flow out in to the world through your third, nothing can hide from your existence.
>[ ] Open the door and make your way to the basement, whatever might be inside can't possibly hurt you.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3071957
>Close your eyes,take a breath, take a second to relax
>Then open your third eye
>If everything checks out,go in

>>3071957
Backing >>3071972

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] Close your eyes and take a breath: take a second to relax
>[X] Open your third eye.

You've been thinking far too much about all of this and every little problem coming your way; you need to relax for a moment at least.

Closing all three of your eyes, you take a deep breathe and exhale.

A still second or two passes by before you open your third eye.

That which is you flows out into the world, engulfing the abandoned shelter by your flesh puppet and then some.

Nothing in the ruined construct of wood and cement merits caution.

Inside the earth chamber, you taste, smell, hear, see, and feel the remnants of one of your prey as well as an unknown, aged mortal from a laying power cylinder.

Both beings exited the ruin through the entrance before going their separate ways.

Opening your eyes, you let out an intrigued hum.

That other person is most likely the Tinkerer but you don't know if you can follow him by smell considering just how faint his presence is and the all perceiving eye on your forehead's power in comparison to your nose.

You could just follow him by occasionally taking a look through your third eye at where his trail leads in boundaries of it, though.

>[ ] Follow the Tinkerer's trail by occasionally looking with your third eye, it's not really a hassle.
>[ ] Trace the Tinkerer's steps with your third eye open the entire time, you haven't been testing the limits of it and this may be your best chance to even if seconds feel like eternity.
>[ ] Close all three of your eyes and take in the surrounding air through your nose, who knows maybe it'll know.
>[ ] Walk in to the building, go to the basement, and pick up the battery: it might be good to give it a sniff or hand it to the Tinkerer all smug-like.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3072149
>[ ] Trace the Tinkerer's steps with your third eye open the entire time, you haven't been testing the limits of it and this may be your best chance to even if seconds feel like eternity.
A bit risky but I think we can get away with it this time.

>>3072286
Ditto, no time like the present

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] Trace the Tinkerer's steps with your third eye open the entire time, you haven't been testing the limits of it and this may be your best chance to even if seconds feel like eternity.

Sniffing probably isn't going to work and there's no better time to test your powers out than the present.

You close your material eyes and flow out into the world with your third.

Once again, that which is you surges from your flesh that is not flesh to encompass more than two street blocks around your meat puppet in a sphere.

The universe lies still yet in motion as it always is.

Never have you tried to maneuver the strings of your meat puppet while existing as you are partially in flesh yet mostly in soul.

An eternity goes by until you fully twitch your meat puppet's fingers.

You feel, hear, taste, smell and see the surrounding energy rush away from the minuscule yet significant shock-wave from the movement.

Eons pass before you bend your vessel's legs and propel the shell to the top of the nearby ruin.

The resulting shock-wave is far more impacting and almost cataclysmic to the lingering powers than the meager twitch.

In the time it takes for you to land and fully recover your almost empty vessel, stars would have died and Mother Gaia would have been consumed by the sun.

You manipulate the functions of your meat puppet once more into bending its legs in the direction of the Mechanist's path.

The Universe would have died by the time you fully taste, see, smell, hear, and feel the Mechanist hidden away in his workshop under a building with the words Phineas' Fix-It as a sign.

Stopping in front of the entrance after countless lifetimes, you open your eyes.

Red is all you see and blood is all you smell as it runs from your eyes down your cheeks, out of your ears, and jets out of your nostrils.

Not more than an instant afterward, you feel your headburst and then nothingness.

...

...

...

You open your eyes again to the familiar sight of countless people prostrating themselves on the ground billions of miles beneath you.

A hum rumbles in your throat and out into eternity as you notice the lack of movement from them and directly under your meat puppet.

Blinking, you twitch your fingers.

"That which is you is you and that which you are." A familiar yet alien presence materializes sitting by your side on the hill of flesh. "Is one...here at least."

You don't bother looking at her with your eyes: you can see, taste, smell, feel, and hear her eternal nothingness just fine.

A laugh escapes the entity's lips.

"How did it feel to be eternal?"

...

>[ ] "....It hurt: eternity hurts."
>[ ] "I was all-perceiving yet not omniscient or omnipotent."
>[ ] "We've met before, haven't we? Somewhere close yet far and long ago...I did not understand then and could yet couldn't afterward. When we met again, I did not recognize you."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3072515
Is Kojo really fucking dead like that? We didn't even rule NYC yet. What ruse is this?
>[ ] "I was all-perceiving yet not omniscient or omnipotent. A disgusting, neutering existence, despite how useful it is."
>[ ] "We've met before, haven't we? Somewhere close yet far and long ago...I did not understand then and could yet couldn't afterward. When we met again, I did not recognize you."
>[ ] Clench fist and snarl in utter disdain.
>[ ] "Now? I know exactly who you are. I want you to fuck off out of my sight."
This thot needs to BEGONE

>>3072539
>Is Kojo really fucking dead like that? We didn't even rule NYC yet. What ruse is this?
Do you really think I'd kill him off and end this entire quest? It's just a little mind fuck/brain blower: he'll be fine.

>>3072539
Ditto
THE MONDAY BORN KING NEVERS DIES

Since this is kind of an important decision to make and it's getting late where I'm at, I'll close voting and update tomorrow morning my time(UTC-8) for real this time.

>>3072547
>>3072571
Could the Tinkerer possibly make us Thot-B-Gone? If not, then who in the Marvel universe can?

>>3072686
Probably Forge, his power lets him build anything toward a specific task. He just doesn’t necessarily know how it works. Like the gun he made that theoretically “can” kill the hulk back in I think the 90s or 80s.

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] "I was all-perceiving yet not omniscient or omnipotent. A disgusting, neutering existence, despite how useful it is."
>[X] "We've met before, haven't we? Somewhere close yet far and long ago...I did not understand then and could yet couldn't afterward. When we met again, I did not recognize you."
>[X] Clench fists and snarl in disdain.
>[X] "Now? I know exactly who you are. I want you to fuck off out of my sight."

>(1/2)

That which you are does not wish stomach this being anymore than you wish.

"I was all-perceiving yet not omniscient or omnipotent. A disgusting, neutering existence, despite how useful it is."

You feel nothingness incarnate shift its presented avatar's lips into a smile.

"Despite how much you've changed, power is still the only thing you desire above all else." The false woman giggles. "You have achieved a state of being that few former mortals like yourself could and you grumble that it's not enough?" Her giggles turn to full-blown laughter.

A portion of all that you are twitches.

"We've met before, haven't we? Somewhere close yet far and long ago...I did not understand then and could yet couldn't afterward. When we met again, I did not recognize you." You clench your fists and snarl. "Now? I know exactly who you are. I want you to fuck off out of my sight."

The entity casts asides its mortal visage and grows to engulf your avatar, the mind world, and you in your entirety.

Letting out a cry, feeling, scent, taste, and look of agony, you instinctively fight back against the endless abyss to no avail.

I cradle you in my arms as a stillborn not even acknowledged yet by Life, forgive you for fighting against me when we met again ten years afterward, and offer you my blessing and affection to be cast off like a pest!? Ungrateful child! You do not know what's to come or what you could have been! The Life you love so much will crumble to dust and leave you with nothing! At the very end, you will be your own undoing and spend the rest of your miserable existence alive yet dead on the inside as you were with oblivion forever out of reach, power not worth attaining, and no one but yourself!

You will be alone, well and truly for eternity as the One you strive to be like so much!

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>(2/2)

You open your eyes to a metal ceiling and dart up gasping for air.

To your right is a few vital sign motoring systems, strewn out about the room are familiar looking automatons and metal scrap, monitors on the walls display familiar as well as unfamiliar people in spandex, and standing to the left of your newfound makeshift hospital bed is the person you came looking for.

Glancing over to him, you calm yourself down and stare blankly into his goggled eyes.

His goggles expand before flashing a few different colored lights.

You raise an eyebrow but don't say a word.

Most people would have killed you by now and spare themselves the trouble.

Either he wants something or he's a bleeding heart like Cage's bitch or something like that.

>[ ] "You're the Tinkerer, I presume?"
>[ ] "Is there something those goggles are showing you or?"
>[ ] "Why did you take me into your home...workshop-super-stalking-base-place?"
>[ ] "Old man, why am I in an underground future age workshop with my shirt unbuttoned and pictures of supers displayed on fancy monitors on the walls?
>[ ] Write In.

>>3073159
>[ ] "You're the Tinkerer, I presume?"
Very nonchalant. Start buttoning our shirt back up.

Miss a couple votes and we pissed off Death. Not as bad as some other votes I missed at least.

Back from class; voting closed; writing now.

>>3073171
Death is a thot. Any promises of salvation or protection from her are nothing but lies.

>>3073157
>that entire bitch speech
She liked Thanos too, then look what happened to him. Everything she said may or may not happen now, but they would be a certainty if we accepted her offer.

Fuck her and the pale horse she rode in on.

>>3073171
We are, ever, a petulant child

>[X] "You're the Tinkerer, I presume?"
>[X] Button-up your shirt, he doesn't deserve to look upon your glorious muscular body.

Best to be nonchalant and courteous: the old man took you in instead of killing you while you were unconscious.

You move your hands to the bottom of your red and black checkered shirt and start re-buttoning the closest thing to formal wear you have.

"You're the Tinkerer, I presume?"

The old man keeps silent, his goggles zooming in and out while flashing different colored lights.

"That I am, young man." He cranes his neck to the side. "Did you know your skin is remarkably insulating? While you were comatose in front of my workshop, your temperature did not drop below the standard degree by a single digit despite the cold weather. Of course, It's extremely uncommon for hypothermia to develop at 60° but your body was not shaking like a normal person's would. Likely a mutation of some sorts relating to those horns on your head and those strange eyes. Are you a mutant of some sorts or were you simply born different like a rare few?"

You blink at the old man as you finish the final button.

Considering his walls are plastered with the images of supers, you think he'd now.

>[ ] "Comatose?"
>[ ] "What time is it?"
>[ ] "I'm a mutant, is that going to be a problem?"
>[ ] "Why do you have all these images of people with super powers?"
>[ ] "You're remarkably friendly for a man I was thinking of tossing off a rooftop."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3073644
>[ ] "What time is it?"
>A bit of both if you want to get technical. I should be finding myself with a bit of a windfall soon with an opening in the r&d department. Interested?

I like just being weirdly polite right back to him.

Voting closed; writing now.

>>3073664
This

>[X] "What time is it?"
>[X] "A bit of both if you want to get technical. I should be finding myself with a bit of a windfall soon with an opening in the r&d department; interested?"

You've been taken out of commission before, so it's strange how you managed to stay unconscious long enough for the scrawny old man to take you all the way to his secret workshop under his repair shop and unbutton your shirt.

"What time is it?"

The Tinkerer's goggles flash to black as he un-tilts his head.

"7 o'clock: 7:13 AM to be precise." His lenses turn red.

All three of your eyes widen.

Bullseye's meeting was around five, the Enforcers' was over ten minutes after that, and it took you four minutes to reach the abandoned house in Brooklyn: dismissing the incomprehensible period of time you spent following the Tinkerer's trail, you were unconscious for almost two entire hours.

It looks like you're never going to peer out with your third eye for extended periods of time again.

Enough about that though, the man with the brain, tech, skill, and talent to arm you with gear from the future is standing at your admittedly comfy bed's side.

Your three eyes relax as a smirk makes its way onto your face.

"I'm a bit of both if you want to get technical. I should be finding myself with a bit of a windfall soon with an opening in the R&D department; interested?"

The Tinkerer stares at you in silence as his goggles' lenses turn blue.

"...Pardon me, I don't quite understand what you're proposing or who precisely you are and I can't help but feel while you've heard of me you don't quite understand who precisely I am."

Once again, you blink at the strange little man.

It's moments like this that make you wonder if you are really socially competent or if other people can really be weirder than you.

>[ ] "Earlier, you said comatose...What day is it?"
>[ ] "Please, enlighten me, because I honestly have no idea what is going on right now."
>[ ] "What the hell is up with your goggles? All the color changing lights are distracting."
>[ ] "I know you supply super-villains with equipment: that's all I need to know."
>[ ] "My name is Kojo Reyes, mutant Kingpin of Crime. I killed the Kingpin twelve hours ago and I've been a mutant criminal since I was ten. Made his lawyer write me into his will so I inherit everything he legally owns when he dies, which includes his company."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3073987
>[ ] "I know you supply super-villains with equipment: that's all I need to know."
>As you can imagine certain specifics must remain obfuscated to ensure they come to fruition. If everything comes together as planned you'll find out with everyone else in the oncoming days. I'm offering you a spot to do your experiments without having to dodge the law or relocate.

I like this guy. Hope we can get him without having to use much force.

Voting closed; writing now.

>>3074008
I know I'm late but I agree. Tinkerer seems based.

>[X] "I know you supply super-villains with equipment: that's all I need to know."
>[X] "As you can imagine certain specifics must remain obfuscated to ensure they come to fruition. If everything comes together as planned you'll find out with everyone else in the oncoming days. I'm offering you a spot to do your experiments without having to dodge the law or relocate."

>(1/2)

Frankly, you couldn't care any less about the Tinkerer despite how interesting his skill set is and how strange he behaves: the future age gadgets, weaponry, and body armor are what you're really looking for out of him. '

You keep up your coy smirk.

"I know you supply super-villains with equipment: that's all I need to know. As you can imagine certain specifics must remain obfuscated to ensure they come to fruition. If everything comes together as planned you'll find out with everyone else in the oncoming days. I'm offering you a spot to do your experiments without having to dodge the law or relocate."

The old man furrows his brow and takes off his goggles to reveal his tired gray eyes.

"I'm afraid you've got me all wrong, young man, or I think you do at least." He sighs. "I never meant to supply those accursed rapscallions with my devices but no one ever means to do wrong or harm at first." The tiny guy turns to one of the countless monitors on the walls. "All I wanted to do was stop these spandex clad menaces to society, who use justice as an excuse for the destruction they cause when apprehending petty crooks." A bitter laugh escapes the man's lips. "Ironically, all I did was make it worse. Now the petty crooks aren't so petty with rifles that can burn through Kevlar, power armor that can withstand anti-material weaponry, and gadgets that can carry them through any situation. I would've stopped years ago if it didn't mean I'd be hunted down, tortured, and killed or worse." Smiling, he turns back to you. "At the very least, I made a good friend who has his heart in the right place in spite of all he does. I'm sure I would've met my end long ago if not for him." His smile turns into a frown. "I'm afraid I can't help you, young man. I don't perform experiments: all I do is tinker as per my namesake. As for law and relocation, I await the day I am found with acceptance and I have never needed to abandon this precious workshop of mine."

For the umpteenth time, you blink at the old man before your curved lips loosen to a thin line.

>(2/2)

This little old man doesn't belong here in this musty old workshop known by the denizens of your underworld but he made his choice and now he has to live with it for the rest of his life like everyone does, whichs seems to be something he understands.

You fucked up adhering to incomplete information and jumping right to the chase without a clear image of who you're dealing with.

Still salvageable though: you are one slick, conniving, charismatic, and beautiful son of a wild bitch.

>[ ] Persuade him to join you, his craft is invaluable to you no matter the situation.(Persuasion/Manipulation roll, +4 modifier, DC16)
>[ ] "...When I was ten years old, I killed two people close to me. I think they were like the grandparents or parents I never had growing up on the streets. I didn't meant to hurt anybody but it's my fault they're dead. Ever since, I've been stuck on this path. There's no way out of it for me but I know what I'm doing now actually helps people." (Will Roll, +4 modifier, DC18; sharing or using painful memories with someone who isn't Marcus takes a lot out of you.)
>[ ] "...Look, I need your help. My father killed several members of one of the biggest terrorist crime conspiracies in the entire goddamn world. They're going to figure out who I am soon and come gunning for me with everything they have because of what I am. I've got friends willing to die for me but I can't stand the thought of losing them and they have jack shit for equipment...Please, help me." (Will Roll, +4 modifier, DC16; feigning weakness can be amusing at times but doing this just hurts your ego like it did with Cage)
>[ ] "I understand what you mean: ever since the Avengers, X-men, and Fantastic Four came onto the scene, things have been getting progressively worse because no one is targeting the real cause of crime, terrorism, and all these other issues."
>[ ] "Old man, if you don't take me up on my offer, I'm going to kill that friend of yours, his family, and his friends right in front of you. I know you probably won't tell me what his name is but I know he goes by Mysterio."
>[ ] Sit down for a while and think about this, you can't let your pride or personal issues get in the way of success.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3074383
>Persuade him to join the cause
>If you help me, you'll never have to give your creations to any two bit thug ever again, and I'll help you take down those "heroes" with the minimum of collateral, in fact, I have a few ideas already (PLAN:KOJO KNOWS YOU)

Getting late, will update tomorrow morning my time (UTC-8) , if I wake up on time this time.

>>3074383
I'll back >>3074432

>>3074383
Yes yes yes to >>3074432

>Persuasion/Manipulation Roll
>+4 Modifier
>DC16

Best of three d20's please

Rolled 4 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>3074875
Let's see if our streak continues.

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>3074875
Come on!

Rolled 4 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>3074875
Forgot modifier, reeeeeeeeerollan

>>3074882
>>3074933
>>3074935
Wow that's some bad luck. 3rd clutch roll by some miracle?

>>3074936
I'll postpone putting a close on rolling.

will laugh maniaclly if you fail though, will teach you to jump to conclusions and make hasty decisions before getting to know the people and beings you're communicating with

Rolled 15 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>3075036
Eh. We were bound to fail sooner or later. Admittedly jumped the gun a bit with tinkerer but I was totally absent for the Death thing. Though I'd argue both instances are totally in character for Kojo.

I'll throw in a roll in case a 3rd roll doesn't come in. If my ID changes again with this post >>3074936 and >>3074882 are me.

>>3075048
Good job; rolling closed; writing now.

>I'd argue both instances are totally in character for Kojo.
They are but they're his more impulsive, irrational, and prideful side. Makes sense after having a mental breakdown: Big Bad Kojo trying to reaffirm who he is.

>[X] Persuade him to join you, his craft is invaluable to you no matter the situation.(Persuasion/Manipulation roll, +4 modifier, DC16)
>[X] "If you help me, you'll never have to give your creations to any two bit thug ever again, and I'll help you take down those 'heroes' with the minimum of collateral, in fact, I have a few ideas already."
>Persuasion/Manipulation Roll
>+4 Modifier
>DC16
>Rolled 15 + 4 = 19
>Success!

>(1/2)

You are the man who made Itsuki Kenji turncoat, Silvio "Silvermane" Manfredi himself bow of his own free will, and, on a lesser note, Luke Cage think you were a perfectly innocent black young mutant man who didn't do anything after cheating the fuck twice: you're not proud of that last one like the previous two but it's still a mark on your track.

The little man at your left isn't even a challenge

Frowning, you nod your head.

"I know what you mean: when I first started fighting the gangs in my neighborhood, I thought I'd make a difference, but all I did was leave a power vacuum for other gangs to come along." A laugh escapes your lips. "Growing up, I'd hear stories from other street rats and on TVs of television stores about the 'great' costumed heroes saving children and people; no one ever saved me from the cold streets and alleyway squats I lived in or the kids I saw starve, raped, and murdered." You resist the urge to grin as the Tinkerer's eyes widen. "Now I've probably saved more children than I witnessed cast aside and cleared my entire home borough of low-life criminals by taking control of them. I know I'm far too deep to get out anymore but the good I've done and the bad I've prevented show me that this is where I belong and where I can do my best to make this city a better place so no one else has to go through what I did."

>(2/2)

You hold out your left hand to the man.

"If you help me, you'll never have to give your creations to any two bit thug ever again, and I'll help you take down those 'heroes' with the minimum of collateral: in fact, I have a few ideas already."

The Tinkerer's wide eyes stare.

"...Can it be done? Do you really have that kind of power?"

A smile makes its way onto your face.

"I managed to find you, didn't I? And, like I said, certain things are about to come to fruition." You raise a finger to one of your horns and give it a tap. "Plus, I've got these: not my greatest weapon but effective if things unfortunately escalate to hostilities."

Mr. Tink sits in silence for the longest time before taking hold of your hand with his own.

"I'll help you if you can really do what you say you can."

You let out a pleased hum as a small wave of euphoria strokes you.

No one can resist you silver tongue and the honeyed words it slithers into being.

>[ ] "My name is Kojo Reyes, what's yours?"
>[ ] "I didn't get your name, your real one."
>[ ] "So, your friend, does he have any useful skills?"
>[ ] "Hold on, I need to call off an associate of mine's dogs who are looking for you."
>[ ] "Just how many people know about this workshop? Those 'super-villains' are gonna come looking for you when you stop giving out toys."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3075213
>[ ] "My name is Kojo Reyes, what's yours?"
>[ ] "So, your friend, does he have any useful skills?
>[ ] "Hold on, I need to call off an associate of mine's dogs who are looking for you."
>[ ] "Just how many people know about this workshop? Those 'super-villains' are gonna come looking for you when you stop giving out toys."

Call off the boys first.

>>3075213
Backing >>3075229

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] "My name is Kojo Reyes, what's yours?"
>[X] "So, your friend, does he have any useful skills?
>[X] "Hold on, I need to call off an associate of mine's dogs who are looking for you."
>[X] "Just how many people know about this workshop? Those 'super-villains' are gonna come looking for you when you stop giving out toys."

Proper introductions are far overdue at this point.

"My name is Kojo Reyes, what's yours?" you begin to shake his hand.

The old man widens his eyes at your handshake before looking back up to you and doing his best to return the gesture.

"Phineas T. Mason, it's good to meet you, Mr. Reyes."

You raise an eyebrow but shrug it off.

"So, your friend, does he have any useful skills?

Phineas smiles.

"He's a good mechanic and engineer dabbling in chemistry." He laughs. "And an actor at that: he loves putting on performances even when he takes up nefarious work, it's the most peculiar thing."

Widening your eyes a bit, you let go of Mason's hand.

Criminal, actor, engineer, mechanic, and chemist: those all come together to make the weirdest set of professions you've ever heard. No one in your inner circle is going to believe a single word of this, but Silvio might considering how experienced the old man is with this crazy shit.

You blink.

The grandpa's boys are likely still searching for the grandpa in front of you to redeem themselves in his eyes or prove their worth, if some of them were even at the Fazioli that day.

"Hold on, I need to call off an associate of mine's dogs who are looking for you." Slipping a hand into your pocket, you pull out your burner phone and dial in Silvio's number before turning your attention back to Phineas as a thought comes to mind. "Just how many people know about this workshop? Those 'super-villains' are gonna come looking for you when you stop giving out toys."

Phineas chuckles.

"Just my friend, Mr. Reyes."

A somewhat surprised hum rumbles in your throat as the dial sounds off in your ear.

You figure someone would at least try to know where the one person they get their shit from keeps it.

The dial breaks, drawing you out of your thoughts.

"Can I help you with something this beautiful early Summer morning, Don?" a familiar grumbly voice asks.

A grin spreads across your face.

>[ ] "Did I interrupt something or are you just grumpy in the morning?"
>[ ] "You free right now? I haven't had breakfast and just regained consciousness."
>[ ] "Ain't got no idea whatcha talkin' about o' to, homie."
>[ ] "How are those guns you picked up for me at Owl's?"
>[ ] "Found the Tinkerer; you can call off your boys."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3075502
>Stop lookin, I found him already

>>3075502
>[ ] "Did I interrupt something or are you just grumpy in the morning?"
>[ ] "Found the Tinkerer; you can call off your boys."

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>[X] "Did I interrupt something or are you just grumpy in the morning?"
>[X] "Found the Tinkerer; you can call off your boys."

It's not every day you get to bitch talk a living legend.

"Did I interrupt something or are you just grumpy in the morning?"

A sigh rumbles through the speakers.

"Somewhat so of the latter; forgive me, Don: I'm unused to taking business calls at this time. Now, what do you need?"

You muffle a laugh.

"Found the Tinkerer; you can call off your boys."

Silvio hums.

"I'll give them a call. They'll be relieved to hear they won't have to tip-toe around the fools who regularly destroy the city in spandex costumes. Anything else I can help you with or are we done here?"

A hum of your own rumbles in your throat.

>[ ] "Did Tombstone take care of Hammerhead yet or is he going to remain a problem?"
>[ ] "You free right now? I haven't had breakfast and just regained consciousness."
>[ ] "How are those guns you picked up for me at Owl's?"
>[ ] "Tell Sofia I said hi."
>[ ] "Yup."
>[ ] Hang up, you've said what you needed to say.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3075746

>[ ] "Did Tombstone take care of Hammerhead yet or is he going to remain a problem

>>3075746
>[ ] "Did Tombstone take care of Hammerhead yet or is he going to remain a problem?"
I feel like this is something we've let sit for awhile but in game time is weird. Being able to fast travel throws off how long things usually take.

>>3075746
Backing >>3075779

>>3075780
It took place early yesterday afternoon.

...

how do you guys think i should pace things because i honestly have no fucking clue

the rooftop hopping really cuts wasted time down to a freaking minimum

>>3075791
I think it will change once we're fully in manage mode since we'll have an actual schedule for the day to day.

Going out to family dinner, will close voting and update when I get back.

>>3075779
Ditto
Man, we're gangland Genghis Khan

I'm back.

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>>3076023
>Man, we're gangland Genghis Khan
That is both accurate and a really badass way to describe Kojo and his situation.

>Temujin
>Wife gets kidnapped
>Annihilates the clan that took her and goes on to become the greatest conqueror the world had ever seen

>Kojo
>Gets shot at by a random guy with unknown crime affiliation
>Kills the guy and goes on to launch a campaign against his rivals that ends with him becoming the new Kingpin of Crime in New York

You've got his start down but Kojo's still a king that needs to cement his rule before he can expand to become an emperor of sorts.

>[X] "Did Tombstone take care of Hammerhead yet or is he going to remain a problem?"

You completely forgot about the retarded blockhead despite his original threat. He should be dead by now unless Tombstone couldn't find a single moment throughout the entire day where he could take him out discretely. If not, you're going to have to take matters into your own hands and deal with the black albino enforcer for his failure.

"Did Tombstone take care of Hammerhead yet or is he going to remain a problem?"

A surprised grunt comes from the other line.

"I somehow managed to completely forget about that; forgive me, Don, my mind's still a bit hazy. About an hour or two after you called about the warehouses, Lonnie contacted me and confirmed the job was done: Joseph had his neck snapped in his own home."

You let out a pleasant laugh.

For a second there, you were wondering whether or not you'd have to deal with yet another lingering faction in New York.

"Will that be all, Don?" Silvio asks.

>[ ] "Are you going to keep Tombstone under your employ or did you only plan to hire him for this single hit?"
>[ ] "You free right now? I haven't had breakfast and just regained consciousness."
>[ ] "How are those guns you picked up for me at Owl's?"
>[ ] "Yup, tell Sofia I said hi."
>[ ] Hang up, you've said what you needed to say and heard what you needed to hear.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3076131
>How are the guns?
>Is Tombstone going to be a permanent hired gun
>Otherwise, tell Sophia I said hi
I still want to check what we gen get from the tinkerer

getting late; will close voting and update tomorrow morning my time (UTC-8)

While y'all are here and I'm dozing off, where do I need to improve or take easier?

>>3076171
I think you're doing Really Good as is he mechanics are good but i feel we could get into more fights but that's probably my Bloodlust talking

>>3076235
Same, I think we just haven't had enough slaughter

>>3076235
>>3076262
That's by design though. We've avoided fights to keep our presence to a minimum. Plus most people who could actually be a threat we recruit.

>>3076171
As much as I like the level of control over conversations/actions you could make a few things more autonomous. It would help with the timing issue.

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>>3076517
>As much as I like the level of control over conversations/actions you could make a few things more autonomous. It would help with the timing issue.
I've been thinking that too but I don't really know how to do so without feeling railroady.

>[X] "How are those guns you picked up for me at Owl's?"
>[X] "Are you going to keep Tombstone under your employ or did you only plan to hire him for this single hit?"
>[X] "Tell Sophia I said hi."

An update on the guns is all you need and maybe knowledge of if Tombstone's going to stay with Silvio for a while or ride out on his own to the next job he has in mind: you could always use more enforcers.

"How are those guns you picked up for me at Owl's?"

The old man doesn't skip a beat.

"Safe, sound, and in another warehouse waiting for you whenever you need them."

You nod your head despite the mob boss' inability to see you.

"Are you going to keep Tombstone under your employ or did you only plan to hire him for this single hit?"

An intrigued hum rumbles through the burner's speakers.

"I had the one hit in mind and thought of maybe keeping Lonnie around for old time's sake but you can take him off my hands if that's what you want: do be warned he's not exactly the most inconspicuous person."

Chuckling, you move your finger over the end call button.

"Tell Sophia I said hi." you hang up before Silvio can respond or end the call himself.

You slide the burner phone into your pocket and focus back on the other old man by your bedside with the strange goggles back over his eyes.

It seems Phineas hasn't taken his focus off on you since that phone call started.

>[ ] "I'll be going now, keep safe and tell your friend about me if he wants work."
>[ ] "Do you have a phone number I can call you on to keep contact?
>[ ] "You wouldn't happen to have a watch I could use, would you?"
>[ ] "What exactly do those goggles of yours do?"
>[ ] Write In.

>>3076694
>[ ] "Do you have a phone number I can call you on to keep contact?
>[ ] "I'll be going now, keep safe and tell your friend about me if he wants work."

>>3076694
I'll back >>3076703

As far as feeling railroady you could just have people be unavailable for a time and we can choose some overarching action for the mean time.

For example: Most of our underlings/enforcers/etc are doing their various jobs and that will take 3 days to complete. We can choose to have Kojo set up some kind of training thing for one of our many styles (makeshift shooting range, some kind of training dummy for our Apex Fang, etc.), Visit someone (only really do the play by play if something specific is requested) to build loyalty, just general broad stroke actions that have a tangible benefit.

>>3076703
Ditto

I'm back.

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>>3076740
Training seems like one of the best ways to pass time (Gonna need it to improve some but you can only improve Apex Fang the way Kojo originally learned it: by killing people) and the visiting thing is likely only going to happen when the management comes in.

>>3077082
We could visit Silvio and get more used to him and his men, visit Harlem's Paradise and check in on cottonmouth, stalk people so we can train up Apex Fang without getting caught, or hang with Cuda at the bar with no name. There's some options to explore.

>[X] "Do you have a phone number I can call you on to keep contact?"
>[X] "I'll be going now, keep safe and tell your friend about me if he wants work."

After coming this far and getting your brains scrambled, it'd be stupid to just leave the genius mechanic without getting his number first.

"Do you have a phone number I can call you on to keep contact?"

Phineas nods his head.

"Three-four-seven, five-two-two, nine-seven-eight-nine."

You let out a pleased hum before you fling the blanket covering the lower half of your body to the end of the bed and slide off the comfortable mattress to the old man's side.

"I'll be going now, keep safe and tell your friend about me if he wants work."

The gifted man smiles.

"He'll be sure to hear, Mr. Reyes."

Resisting the urge to raise an eyebrow, you walk past the old man and through his junkyard field of bits, bots, and bolts to the humble-looking wooden staircase. A small hop is all you need to get to the basement door. You open the entrance/exit, walk through it, and close it shut behind you with a tap of your shoe.

The cover yet genuine repair shop is far more organized but primitive compared to the man's workshop. A short walk past archaic PC towers on glass display and one more door leads you out into the early morning sun.

You take in a breathe of fresh air and exhale before looking down at the spot where you collapsed.

Either Phineas cleaned up the mess you left behind or all of that blood managed to spurt onto the red checkers on your shirt.

Shrugging your gene cloning paranoia off, you look up at the sky.

Bullseye, Arturo, Nigel, the Enforcers, Hammerhead, and the Tinkerer down; the Chinatown Triads, Lady Deathstrike, open turf, and Bronx pimps to go.

The early risers in your crew should be awake by now.

>[ ] Hop back to the warehouse, you can hang for a bit or wake everyone up to start moving on the open turf and or the Chinatown triads.
>[ ] Rooftop hop back to your old warehouse, you know Dan's real name now and you kind of want to spend more time there.
>[ ] Jump all the way back to your old squat, you may not like it but what Marcus said made you realize something: you're still empty despite how much you've changed.
>[ ] Write In.

Forgot to mention today is night class day. So expect one or two more updates, three max.

>>3077142
>[ ] Hop back to the warehouse, you can hang for a bit or wake everyone up to start moving on the open turf and or the Chinatown triads.
We've got some time. We can relax for a bit.

>>3077191
Ditto, when was the last time we sleept

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>>3077219
about five to fifteen minutes ago

>[X] Hop back to the warehouse, you can hang for a bit or wake everyone up to start moving on the open turf and or the Chinatown triads.

You've got nowhere else to be and nowhere else you want to go: news of Kingpin's death is just breaking out and you've got other shit to do that can only be taken care of with the help of your crew.

Turning to the direction of Hunts Point, you jump to the roof of Tinkerer's base and take off into the cityscape.

It takes you ten minutes to hop past the Manhattan bridge to the borough of its own namesake, cut through the richest portion of the city to the edge of East Harlem, cross into Mott Haven through Wills Ave Bridge, and breeze past Port Morris into Hunts Point.

You grin as the familiar sight of your neighborhood rooftops come into your view

As you further approach, your scouts appear exhausted and disheveled.

It'd be good to switch them out with fresher men.

A muffled thud emanates off the scout neighboring rooftop as you land.

You look down at the streets below and raise an eyebrow at the sight of Ren sitting on the curb by the cleared and shut warehouse gate.

She didn't exactly look all too well after you used Alex to relieve yourself in front of her, which might be the reason for the air of gloom around her right now besides the whole dead twin sister, practically a slave to the man that made her murder her, and living with said man along with his group of obediant thugs thing.

All in all, this is a typical Ren in the morning, but it might relate to yesterday night.

>[ ] Hop to the roof of the warehouse and go in through the window; Jesus might shoot at you but it beats the chance of Ren bringing up what happened with Alex, not that you care what she thinks.
>[ ] Leap straight down to the warehouse gate, open it, and walk right in; Ren's unlikely to talk to you at all when she's in her little moods.
>[ ] Jump down at her side, a good talking to will make her less gloomy and more content under your heel.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3077354
>[ ] Jump down at her side, a good talking to will make her less gloomy and more content under your heel.
No avoiding this

>>3077436
>Ditto
Gotta control morale

>>3077354
>[ ] Leap straight down to the warehouse gate, open it, and walk right in; Ren's unlikely to talk to you at all when she's in her little moods.

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>[X] Jump down at her side, a good talking to will make her less gloomy and more content under your heel.

Like it or not, you can't avoid this. Morale is a vital resource for an organization and it's an especially bad thing when one of your major underlings given the responsibility to control a large portion of your gang is low on confidence. Ren would probably be too embarrassed and submissive to bring up what happened yesterday anway.

You jump from the rooftop down onto the curb at the Japanese girl's side.

Ren looks up to you as you turn and look down on her.

"...Reyes-sama."

Slightly lifting an eyebrow, you raise a hand up.

"Hey." You step off the curb onto the asphalt and seat yourself next to your under-boss.

Familiar rosy red cheeks flare before their owner veers her head so her face isn't close to yours.

A smile spreads across your face as you smother a laugh.

You'd tease her for it if she wasn't likely to find a way to curb stomp herself.

"How are you, Ren?"

The Japanese girl looks at you from the corner of her eye.

"I'm doing well, Reyes-sama; I appreciate your concern, but it's unnecessary: there's no need for you to worry about me."

You resist the urge to roll your eyes and turn your head to stare across the street.

"It's absolutely necessary: I need you." You pause for a moment to grin at a small noise of surprise from your right. "There's a lot of things I'm going to rely on you for and entrust in you. I can't have you down, unmotivated, or distant. From now on, we're going to be talking a lot more and getting closer." You look back to see Ren's slightly blushing face gazing back at you. "Is that okay with you?"

The girl turns her head a full 180°.

Blinking, you tilt your own horned one to the side.

She would've blushed if she were embarrassed but it seems like she doesn't want to give you a straight answer.

>[ ] "Well, is it?"
>[ ] "It's fine if you're not: I understand."
>[ ] "Do you have anything you want to say about what happened yesterday?"
>[ ] "If this is about yesterday...I'm sorry; I shouldn't have done that in front of you. (Will Roll, +4 modifier, DC14)
>[ ] Use your natural born and developed leadership skills to reign her in, she can't be like this in the positon she's in now. (Leadership Roll, +3 Modifier, DC16)
>[ ] Pat her on the head, physical contact is affirming to a lot of people.
>[ ] Get up, walk to the gate, open it, and walk in. You've got your answer.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3078373
>[ ] "If this is about yesterday...I'm sorry; I shouldn't have done that in front of you. (Will Roll, +4 modifier, DC14)
I feel it's not a part of himself Kojo cares much for in the first place.

>Will Roll
>+4 modifier
>DC14
Best of three D20s please.

Rolled 3 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>3078565
Dropped your handle boss.

>>3078583
it happens

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>3078565

Rolled 9 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>3078565
Low rolls today. Here's number 3 unless another comes in.

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>>3078706
so so so, close

>[X] "If this is about yesterday...I'm sorry; I shouldn't have done that in front of you. (Will Roll, +4 modifier, DC14)
>Will Roll
>+4 modifier
>DC14
>Rolled 9 + 4 = 13
>Failure!

Throat fucking Alex right in front of her is probably why she's not giving you the answer you want to hear. You don't want to do what you're about to do, but you made a mistake; it shows integrity if you take responsibility despite how much you feel you did nothing wrong.

You breathe in and sigh.

"If this is about yesterday...I'm so-" You pause mid-sentence as a wave of revulsion washes over you. "...I'm so-" The urge to vomit rises in your stomach as Ren turns her head back to gape at you. "...I'm s-" A hand of yours quickly rises to cover your mouth.

A fake apology is one thing and a genuine one really makes you feel like puking. It's as if you're playing the innocent victim role you did with Cage yesterday afternoon. While necessary you still found it disgusting. You may have been capable of apologizing to those closest to you dead by your own hand but Ren doesn't merit the same response, especially for something so insignificant.

The Japanese girl blinks at you and moves her lips to say something but stops herself.

Ren knows how you'll react if she says what she's about to.

You have her fear and her respect though you can tell she's holding herself back out of fear.

>[ ] "...Say whatever you need to say; I promise I won't get mad."
>[ ] "...Let's go inside, we've got a long day ahead of us."
>[ ] "...Forget you ever heard that for your own well-being."
>[ ] "..."
>[ ] Write In.