>(2/2)

A familiar surprised triad boss, flanked by armed wide-eyed young men, stops someways in front of the open office door as you step over the front lobe scrambled hatchetman's corpse.

"...Your assistance was not required, but, nonetheless, you have my gratitude for sparing my men the trouble and possible injuries." He bows. "Did you discover and kill Hai-Qing or is he somewhere else?"

You point a thumb back into the office.

"He's somewhere else, but Mrs. Yang is in there. Do with her what you please, just don't tell me what you're going to do." You turn your gaze to the restaurant entrance and start walking. "I'm going to go find Yang; you do you."

A confirming hum emanates from behind you.

Walking out the front doors, you wave to an astonished crowd of Golden Tiger men before hopping to the roof of the Golden Sands and taking off into the cityscape following Hai-Qing's scent.

It takes you half a minute to land on the rooftop of an apartment complex in Little Italy.

You look down at the slate roof and hum.

Either Yang came here to gloat about taking over New York to some old Mafiosos, one of them saw an opportunity from Kingpin's death and bagged the old Chinese man, or the triad boss is by some miracle proposing some kind of resurgence of the Mafia to form the first ever Tong-Cosa Nostra alliance/syndicate. Of course, if it were a syndicate, it wouldn't be called that but it still sounds cool in your head.

Whether or not the Chinatown Triad boss is joining together with the remnants of La Cosa Nostra doesn't matter, however.

They are to you as an alligator is to a Jaguar: mildly dangerous prey.

>[ ] "Sherry says, '你好, 亲爱的!'" (Pinyin: Nǐ hǎo, qīn ài de, Translation: 'Hello, beloved!')
>[ ] Hop down and walk inside, you've got nothing to fear.
>[ ] Close your material eyes and flow out into the world through your third, all is known to you yet nothing.
>[ ] Search your mind for who Yang could possibly be meeting here, Kingpin used to be a Mob enforcer before he took over everything.
>[ ] Write In.

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

>Previous Thread(s):
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=A%20New%20Mutant%20Quest

>Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/r4mTphVV

>>3151171
>[ ] Close your material eyes and flow out into the world through your third. All is known to you yet nothing is known.
>[ ] Smell the air. You traced Hai-Qing here, but "here" might have other surprises in store as well. Never hurts to double-check.
>[ ] Search your mind for who Yang could possibly be meeting here. Kingpin used to be a Mob enforcer before he took over everything, so he might know the immediate vicinity well.
>[ ] Mentally reaffirm to self that Hai-Qing, being the leader of Golden Sands, is not innocent or immune to your imminent domination. You did the right thing to spare his old lady back there at the restaurant, but the man himself cannot escape you. Dispel those lingering doubts.

If by some miracle I manage to get Marvel's attention or end up writing for Marvel somehow after college, if that whole management and leadership major doesn't turn out, with a Kojo comic, how do you think people would react and it would be censored? I'm thinking it'd definitely be set in another universe and start just right after Abuelita's death.

this is all hypothetical of course, miracles don't happen

>>3151324
It will be kino, no doubt. It will also be definitely censored because the jews at the top of the ladder are evil. So arguably Grant Morrison tier, or somewhere close but slightly below? I dunno

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] Close your material eyes and flow out into the world through your third. All is known to you yet nothing is known.
>[X] Smell the air. You traced Hai-Qing here, but "here" might have other surprises in store as well. Never hurts to double-check.
>[X] Search your mind for who Yang could possibly be meeting here. Kingpin used to be a Mob enforcer before he took over everything, so he might know the immediate vicinity well.
>[X] Reaffirm thyself.

>(1/2)

In spite of all your power and ability, it still pays off to look before you leap.

You close your physical eyes and let your soul surge out of your immaterial third.

That which is you encompasses your meat puppet, the complex below it, and all of existence around it in a perfect globe.

In a crowded unit, the Old Hatchet Lord sits on a carved wooden stool in front of a carved wooden stand with three elderly Italian men opposite to him. That which is you smells, tastes, hears, feels, and sees rich aquacotta, savory calzones, and delicious lasagne set in front of the Italians. Surrounding the four men are seventeen unarmed Italian men and twenty armed Chinese-American men. The complex itself has ten Hatchet Sentinels posted on all four sides of the building.

You open your eyes and hum.

Judging by the gathered men, it's a version of the third possibility you thought of or maybe the first: the Italians are all unarmed. Hai-Qing is either more open minded than you and Ho thought or he's desperate for some kind of support so he doesn't lose the war he probably still thinks hasn't started yet. It would be a smart move if the Cosa Nostra was ever an organization meant for more than just Italian men. Laughing in the old guard's face while war is brewing is also a massively stupid move.

>(2/2)

You cluck your tongue and shake your head at the foolishness before closing your eyes and dropping onto your hands and feet. A pleased hum rumbles in your throat as you take in the surrounding air through your nose.

The only thing out of the ordinary to you is the scent of Italian cuisine that's ordinary to Little Italy.

Pushing yourself back upright, you raise a hand to your chin.

Many Mafiosos in America made a name for themselves back in the day. Problem is almost all of them are dead thanks to the fatass. Some of them probably managed to go underground before the big takeover but nowhere near enough to replenish their former ranks. Over the years, a few big names from Sicily have flown in to chat with Silvio, but only little name retirees or flunkies not worth keeping track of have stayed.

You return your hand to your side.

It's possible the older men are survivors from Kingpin's takeover and the younger ones surrounding them are either eager rookies, who just so happened to live next door, or a combo of little name retirees, flunkies, and eager rookies not knowing they're going to die.

A yearning sigh escapes your lips as you flex and unflex your fingers.

There are no innocents or painful reminders of your past here to restrain yourself for.

You will have blood and dominance.

>[ ] "Sherry says, '你好, 亲爱的!'" (Pinyin: Nǐ hǎo, qīn ài de, Translation: 'Hello, beloved!')
>[ ] Pounce on one of the guards outside and start tearing apart the scouts, they'll rush in if you make an entrance and why not.
>[ ] Take a step over the edge and sneak into the complex, no need to kill men Ho would like alive.
>[ ] Hop into the air and crash into the meeting apartment, making entrances is fun.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3151682
>[ ] Take a step over the edge and sneak into the complex, no need to kill men Ho would like alive.
We should probably exercise some level of discretion since the whole plan to go public and all.

>>3151835
+1

Going out. Will close voting and update when I get back.

Voting closed; writing now.

>>3151324
Dude it would probably get censored a little unless you can get someone that really likes it and sees how the violence is necessary,but it would be awesome especially if you could reference Crusty's quest in it

I can imagine something like it now.
>Crazy gangland shit or anti-mutant shit happens in Michigan
>Kojo goes over to take care of it
>Relaxes afterward at Michigan State University to see how the college life is
>Meets some dirty blonde white boi
>Gets a feeling of deja vu
>Both hit it off
>After chatting white boi says "My name is James, John James Green."
>Kojo left staring as JJ walks away while HMQ flashes by in his mind
>Feelings of loneliness and understanding as Kojo preps to go back to NY, acknowledging there was someone his exact opposite he was capable of relating to and that person will never know because he's gone.
>FIN

excuse me as i get back to writing

>>3152132
Dem feels tho
>Kojo will never know another person as well as he does JJ

>>3152132
>tfw HMQ is canonically a dead timeline in ANMQ because Crusty literally died of cancer and no one knows his real name or has found out who he is
Why has no one been autistic enough to
>search Crusty's last trip-using posts on /tg/, using the date as a starting point for investigation
>try to find any hints of where Crusty might have lived in America based on passing mentions and vague statements, if not literally somewhere in Michigan
>use these two sources of info to locate possible people Crusty might have been
>do further research, maybe hire people or whatever
>discover who Crusty really was behind the screen
>???
>profit
>Press F to Pay Respects (for real)
Seriously, why hasn't this been done already?

>[X] Take a step over the edge and sneak into the complex, no need to kill men Ho would like alive.

You do enjoy slaughtering people, but this is a somewhat public area. The massacre back at the Golden Sands was at least in an interior and in a shittier side of Chinatown most people know only to venture to for some good food with a side of stabbing. Besides, if you keep killing and beating the shit out of people the way you do, someone's going to notice a pattern or an M.O at least: you can get really flashy.

Taking a deep breathe, you walk to the edge of the rooftop over the front entrance and step over it.

A somewhat audible thud emanates from the contact between your feet and the ground the instant they meet.

Not wasting a second, you flip sideways into the air as the posted hatchetmen turn their heads in alarm.

Your second landing is less noisy and more brief.

Suppressing the urge to snicker, you creep into the apartment complex as the guardsmen waste their time investigating the louder landing.

It takes you about a minute to sneak through stairways and hallways to the front door of the apartment.

You stand up and stretch yourself out.

Everyday life for you with the plate of bone protecting your organs is relatively normal with the exception of stab wounds' lessened severity and some difficulty turning your body a full 90° without breaking the carapace. It gets incredibly noticeable when you're hunched over for a long time. Bones aren't exactly meant to be turned, twisted, or stretched.

With a shrug of your shoulders, you dismiss your thoughts.

There's a date with a tong boss you need to attend to.

>[ ] "Have any of you seen two-faced Wilson Fisk? That fucker lost half his face. I know because I was there when the anti-matt blew it off."
>[ ] "Sherry says, '你好, 亲爱的!'" (Pinyin: Nǐ hǎo, qīn ài de, Translation: 'Hello, beloved!')
>[ ] Start the massacre, no need to waste time discovering what's going on here.
>[ ] Knock on the door, faux diplomacy is also fun.
>[ ] Casually open the door, no need to play.
>[ ] Kick in the door, entrances are fun.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3152265
Wasn't he British?

>>3152265
Respect for the dead, I think. Remembering him not as a fallible man, but as a fantastic author

>>3152268
>See if you can knock the door off its hinges
If that doesn't work
>Kick down the door

>>3152269
No clue.

>>3152273
Damn.

>>3152268
This >>3152283

Getting late. Will close voting and update tomorrow my time (UTC-8)

How do you guys feel about the lack of break?

>>3152331
What lack of break?

>>3152335
i started this thread right after the other one ended instead of waiting a week

>>3152340
Oh, that's fine for this time. A break would do you more good than us IMO

>>3152368
Ditto

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] See if you can knock the door off its hinges.

Entrances are fun to make, but just kicking down the door will make too much noise. Knocking the door of its hinges will suffice as a somewhat dramatic entrance. It'll also be a less hostile way of introducing yourself to the old men, opening up diplomacy if you really want to go down that route.

You let out a small groan as you crack your neck.

That door is not going to know what hit it on account of not having sentience, eyes, or the capacity to feel the immense pain it would if it could.

Setting your hand on the hinge side of the door, you pull it back and give it a hard knock.

A metallic crunching snap drones through the air as the door lurches backward and falls.

Hai-Qing's familiar yet unfamiliar weathered face comes into view.

"Protect me!"

Immediately, the old man's face disappears behind a wall of young Chinese-American men.

You cluck your tongue.

There's nothing they or anyone here can do to stop you now.

>[ ] "Any of you want to tell me why a Tong boss is meeting with some dried up grease-balls?"
>[ ] "Those guns aren't going to do anything. I've been shot at enough for one day."
>[ ] "I came here to talk, old men."
>[ ] Kill them all before a single one of them can get a shot off, you don't need to paint the complex with all their blood.
>[ ] Practice adjusting Apex Fang using them as training dummies, you haven't been trying that out at all since Ren proposed it. (Combat Skill Roll, +3 Modifier, DC18)
>[ ] Write In.

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fuck i'm just now realizing i forgot the picture

>>3153229
>Try out Apex Fang on these assholes
Man, lurkers need to actually play

>>3153515
Do I even have lurkers? Like, I know there are some people who can't vote due to jobs and time zones but no lurker has really announced themselves before.

>Combat Skill Roll
>+3 Modifier
>DC18
Best of three d20s please.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>3153633
rollan

Rolled 17 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>3153633
I'm usually working, though I'll admit I'm not really feeling the current for right now either. It's not the fault of the fungus that it was voted for though.

>>3153783
>>3153792
noice

Anyone want to try for a twenty or just keep what you guys have?

Rolling closed; writing now.

>[X] Practice adjusting Apex Fang using them as training dummies, you haven't been trying that out at all since Ren proposed it. (Combat Skill Roll, +3 Modifier, DC18)
>Combat Skill Roll
>+3 modifier
>DC18
>Rolled 17 + 3 = 20
>Success!

Apex Fang was no doubt the biggest factor that kept you alive when you were a child besides your instinctual genetic preposition to life or death combat. Part of you regrets neglecting it but, at the same time, you know knife fighting with super strength is extremely redundant. Ren gave you the idea of substituting a knife with your own super strong steel sculpting fingers. Their bluntness does not at all hold them back from stabbing peoples' brains and slashing their major blood vessels.

Grinning, you stick out your pointer finger and charge towards the crowd of gang members.

One foolish and pitiful baby-faced gangster is in the process of leveling his 9mm at you when your fingertip slashes through his throat.

The other Yangsi Gonshi members have no time to react before you crouch down and begin to systematically sever their Achilles tendons so they're all kneeling in a bunched circle.

You rise up the moment the last tong falls to their knees and spin with your pointer fingers held out by your sides.

Sinew, bone, muscle, cartilage, glands and blood vessels are severed as your spin slits the throats of most and decapitates a few, causing red to spray and erupt from the horrid after-marks left behind.

>Proficiency Upgrade: Apex Fang(Master Level atrophied to beginner, +1 modifier to all knife and pointy finger attacks and +1 additive modifier to knife and pointy finger attacks aimed at vital areas as well as weak points. Your Apex Fang is the unique instinctual style of knife fighting, assassination, and now finger slicing and stabbing you slowly accumulated from countless killings as a street-rat. Apex Fang cannot be taught to anyone due to its innate nature.)

A joyful laugh escapes your lips as the sweet scent of blood fills the air.

Marcus was right to name Apex Fang what it is: you swing, duck, and spiral exactly like a wild cat would.

You focus your attention away from the spilling blood and to the lone Hai-Qing sitting wide-eyed along with the Italians.

There's only one real question to ask and several things to do, but you don't want to ask any questions.

>[ ] "Any of you want to tell me why you're all here before I start murdering people again?"
>[ ] "Hai-Qing Yang, let's talk.
>[ ] Carve up the Italians with your new brushed off Apex Fang, they could be a threat to you in the future if you just leave them be. (Combat Skill Roll, +3 modifier, DC18; Skill roll is for improvement only and does not have an effect on the actual killing)
>[ ] Test out your brushed off Apex Fang on Yang, it's coming back to you now (Combat Skill Roll, +3 modifier, DC18; Skill roll is for improvement only and does not have an effect on the actual killing)
>[ ] Write In.

>>3153959
>I wouldn't move if I were any of you
>Use Apex Fang on the Italians

>>3153959
see >>3154084

>Combat Skill Roll
>+3 Modifier
>DC18
Best of three d20s, please.

Rolled 12 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>3154187

>>3154202
Whoops wrong modifier

Rolled 10 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>3154187

>>3154207
lol me too

Rolled 14 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>3154187
A roll, y'need?

wrong modifiers, wrong modifiers everywhere

Rolling closed; writing now.

>[X] "I wouldn't move if I were any of you."
>[X] Carve up the Italians with your new brushed off Apex Fang, they could be a threat to you in the future if you just leave them be. (Combat Skill Roll, +3 modifier, DC18; Skill roll is for improvement only and does not have an effect on the actual killing)
>Combat Skill Roll
>+3 Modifier
>DC18
>Rolled 14 + 3 = 17
>Failure!

Yang could be of use as a gift to Ho or for some kind of set-up if you don't feel like devouring his soul. The Italians on the other hand can die. A Mafia insurgency is something you do not need anytime soon or ever. Silvio's already enough of a worry on his own.

The grin on your face widens.

"I wouldn't move if I were any of you."

Fear gleams in the Italian men's eyes.

You jump over to the opposite side of the table and drag a finger through the back of all three of the old men's necks with a swing.

One of the Italians manages to get a non-sequential punch in on you before you start carving them apart.

Your fingers dig and slash less like a scalpel or knife and more like a rusted drill being forced into another person.

As the last of the bodies fall, your left looking down at fingers in surprise and disappointment.

There's a rhythm to Apex Fang that just wasn't quite in your performance.

Letting out a sigh, you look up from your fingers to the frightened tong boss still seated on the opposite end of the table.

You'd wonder why he hasn't tried to run away by now if you weren't such a horrific sight whenever you start slaughtering people.

>[ ] "Why are you here, Yang?"
>[ ] "Stand up, old man, we've got places to be."
>[ ] Test out your brushed off Apex Fang on Yang, second time's a charm(Combat Skill Roll, +3 modifier, DC18; Skill roll is for improvement only and does not have an effect on the actual killing)
>[ ] Pick up Hai-Qing and take him back to the Golden Sands, Ho's gonna want his head.
>[ ] Devour the Old Hatchet Lord
>[ ] Write In.

Late. Will close voting and update tomorrow morning my time (UTC-8).

>>3154404
>Throw him over your shoulder, we'll show our Soul-Eating to Ho

>>3154404
see >>3154699

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] Throw him over your shoulder and take him to Ho.

Killing Hai-Qing here and slinging his corpse over your shoulder will lead to you trekking blood everywhere over the ground you hop across if you make it bloody. Besides that, Ho probably wants to see him die or, at least, kill the old man with his own hands.

You stroll over to the other side of the table, lift Yang up by the shoulder, and sling him over yours.

The old man lets out a grunt.

"Where are you taking me?"

A grin spreads across your face.

"You'll see."

You hop over the collapsed door into the complex before darting towards the nearest exit.

The guardsmen you distracted earlier turn to the direction of your echoing footsteps and widen their eyes at the sight of you.

Laughing, you leap over their heads and jump to the top of a neighboring rooftop as soon as your feet touch the ground.

Hai-Qing screams while you soar through the air.

"Save me, you fools!"

You tap a finger against the old man's temple the moment you land on the cement roof before taking off into the cityscape.

It takes you another half-minute to get back to the Golden Sands.

Walking through the entrance, you heft Yang off your shoulder and hold-out the old man.

"I've got the Hatchetman."

Sitting Golden Tiger men gape and stare at the blood covered elder.

You blink before glancing at Yang, down at yourself, then back to the Tongs.

"Oh, all this blood isn't his."

Ho walks out of the Golden Sands office and widens his eyes.

"...I see you've acquired Ha-Qing Yang."

You nod.

"He's still alive; just covered in the blood of his men and some Italians."

The Tong boss blinks before letting out a hum.

"My gratitude, would you hand him over...or, in this case, put him down?"

A hum rumbles in your throat.

>[ ] "Here."
>[ ] "I trust my employer has your loyalty?"
>[ ] "What are you going to do to him?"
>[ ] Devour the Old Hatchet Lord
>[ ] Drop Yang, you've got no use for him.
>[ ] Write In

>>3155400
>Walking through the entrance, you heft Yang off your shoulder and hold-out the old man.
>"I've got the Hatchetman."
>Sitting Golden Tiger men gape and stare at the blood covered elder.
>You blink before glancing at Yang, down at yourself, then back to the Tongs.
>"Oh, all this blood isn't his."
I can totally imagine this as a funny page in a comic issue of the quest. That's Marvel for you!

>[ ] "What are you going to do to him?"
>[ ] "I trust my employer has your loyalty?"
They've been okay so far, but we should hold onto Yang right now until we get some assurance on their part. Handing him over then asking stuff would be stupid.

>>3155400
>First, a message
>DEVOUR THE HATCHETLORD

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>[X] "What are you going to do to him?"
>[X] "I trust my employer has your loyalty?"

>[X] "First, a message"
>[X]DEVOUR THE HATCHETLORD

>[X] "What are you going to do to him?"
>[X] "I trust my employer has your loyalty?"

No point handing Yang over just yet without some answers and assurances. You can decide whether to give Ho the old man alive or eat his old soul and give his empty body over depending on his answer. If the Tong boss offs him, you can eat Yang's soul while it's still in him.

"What are you going to do to him?"

Ho raises an eyebrow before setting it back down.

"Give him an ultimatum to leave New York City with Mrs. Yang or perish and leave his wife a widow."

You widen your eyes a bit.

That's a surprisingly merciful offer to give a rival. Just offering an out is one of hell of a mercy in of its own inside this kind of life. Could just be your experiences in the Bronx speaking but Kingpin, Diamondback, and Shades' gangland instincts are also acting up here. The closest you've ever given to mercy was a quick death.

The Golden Tiger tong boss stares at you blankly.

"Would your employer prefer him dead?"

You blink.

"I trust my employer has your loyalty?"

Ho bows.

"May I suffer a thousand deaths and 凌遲 if I betray him." (Pinyin: Língchí, Translation: "death by a thousand cuts")

A pleased hum rumbles in your throat.

Now that's a sincere oath if you've ever heard one.

>[ ] "Afraid my employer would like him dead. He will greatly appreciate your loyalty, however."
>[ ] "My boss would be more than happy to take you up on that oath if you ever cross him."
>[ ] "Here, take him."
>[ ] Devour the Old Hatchet Lord
>[ ] Drop Yang, no need to step on Ho's toes.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3155856
>[ ] "My boss would be more than happy to take you up on that oath if you ever cross him."
>[ ] "Here, take him." Place him in one of the empty chairs around.
>[ ] "So what of the Dragon Lords now? What are your plans regarding them?"

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] "My boss would be more than happy to take you up on that oath if you ever cross him."
>[X] "Here, take him." Place him in one of the empty chairs around.
>[X] "So what of the Dragon Lords now? What are your plans regarding them?"

Ho can have the old man. There's not much you can gain from eating his soul other than his life experiences and a deeper knowledge of Chinese language as well as culture. Besides those two things, Mrs. Yang would have trouble caring for a soulless husk.

A grin spreads across your face.

"My boss would be more than happy to take you up on that oath if you ever cross him."

Ho stands upright and nods.

"I would expect no less."

You laugh.

"Here, take him." Humming a tune, you walk over to an empty short table, pull out one of the two chairs, and seat Yang down on it before strolling back.

The Tong boss glances at the unconscious blood covered old man and back to you.

"...My thanks."

Another supportive hum rumbles in your throat.

"So what of the Dragon Lords now? What are your plans regarding them?"

Ho doesn't skip a beat.

"The exact same plan I just now followed through with Yangsi Gonshi...without you tracking down White Dragon, rendering him unconscious, and bringing him to me covered with the blood of his followers as well as Italians...There's a beauty in simplicity."

You blink.

It's unknown to you whether that was Ho's attempt at a joke or something he just said.

>[ ] "We gonna wait for Yang to wake up and give you his answer or are we going to go take care of business?"
>[ ] "Yeah, I think I'm going to go handle that too."
>[ ] "Alright, tie up Hai-Qing here and let's go."
>[ ] "Just say if you want him dead or alive."
>[ ] "Did you just make a joke?"
>[ ] Write In.

>>3156209
>[ ] "We gonna wait for Yang to wake up and give you his answer or are we going to go take care of business?"

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] "We gonna wait for Yang to wake up and give you his answer or are we going to go take care of business?"

You'd happily go out and finish off the last remaining Triad on your own, but Ho might want to deal with White Dragon in a different way from how he's going to handle Yang.

"We gonna wait for Yang to wake up and give you his answer or are we going to go take care of business?"

The Tong boss once again glances at Yang and focuses back on you.

"While I would like to hear Hai-Qing's answer now, in all likelihood, the Dragon Lords have probably heard the news of Wilson Fisk's death as well by now and it seems Hai-Qing is going to be unconscious for some time. I will have to split my forces into two groups: one to guard the Yangs and another to attack the Dragon Lords. When you were abducting Hai-Qing, did you learn if he heard of Wilson Fisk's death?"

You shake your head.

"Didn't ask any questions before I knocked him out and snatched him up, but it's a possibility."

Ho hums.

"Then I do not know whether to keep occupancy of the Golden Sands, have a small group of my men take Mr. Yang and Mrs. Yang to one of our hideouts, a moderate amount of my men take the Yangs to one of our hideouts, or bring them along with us to the Dragon Lords in fear of the rest of Yangsi Gonshi rescuing them or surrounding the restaurant."

Raising a hand to your chin, you stroke your smooth as silk skin.

It's a conundrum you've experienced deciding whether to move out against the other major players or hunker down for whoever sent that biker after you.

>[ ] "Let's just bring them along then. I'll carry them if they're that much of a hassle."
>[ ] "...Have you tried asking Mrs. Yang if she knows what's going on?"
>[ ] "Just let me handle it then; won't take too long."
>[ ] "You should go back to your hideout."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3156802
>Ask Mrs yang
>I could deal with them myself, if you wanted
We should check out X's school for troubled youngsters

>>3156802
this >>3156866

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] "...Have you tried asking Mrs. Yang if she knows what's oing on?"
>[X] "I could deal with them myself, if you wanted."

Knocking out Yang may have prevented him from telling you if he really knew what was going on but you didn't knockout Mrs. Yang.

You drop your chin stroking hand down back at your side.

"...Have you tried asking Mrs. Yang if she knows what's going on?"

Ho blinks.

"...Pardon me for a moment." The Chinese man turns back and walks to the office.

You stare as the Tong boss disappears behind the room walls and steps out of the office a few seconds later.

Ho sighs as he makes his way back to you.

"...Hai-Qing told Mrs. Yang to stay here with some of his men for her own protection while he went to Little Italy in order to recruit allies after they watched news of the Kingpin's death."

A small nod is all you offer in unofficial condolences.

"Which means you can't stay here."

The gang boss nods back.

"No, no I cannot."

You suppress the urge to laugh.

"I could deal with them myself, if you wanted."

Ho shoots you a knowing look.

"You wish to handle them on your lonesome, don't you? Charging into this restaurant, tracking down Hai-Qing, and now attacking the Dragon lords all without help or support of others. I can see why your employer relies on you to handle his business: you're a fantastic workaholic enforcer."

You twitch.

"...Thank you...I'm going to go annihilate the Dragon Lords now."

Ho gives you a confirming hum.

"White Dragon could possibly be convinced to stand down if he thinks the opponent he's facing is one he and his entire group of hoodlums can't defeat with their fists. He values his men in an almost familial way. I'm not opposed or against his submission or execution."

Turning back, you let out a hum of your own.

"Good to know, I'll be back in a few minutes."

You walk out the Golden Sands entrance, backflip onto the roof, and begin hopping to the Dragon Lords territory.

It takes you even less than half a minute to reach the roof of the major Dragon Lords slum hideout

A sigh escapes your lips as you land on the cement rooftop.

Really, you don't like being seen as an underling no matter how high rank a position it is.

>[ ] "White Dragon! I've come for you!"
>[ ] Shut all your eyes and take in the surrounding air through your nose, gotta check for sneaky things.
>[ ] Hop down and go inside the run-down building, not like any normal punch or weapon can hurt you.
>[ ] Close your material eyes and flow out into the world with your third, sixth sense best sense.
>[ ] Write In.

Getting late. Will close voting and update tomorrow morning my time (UTC-8)

How are all of you guys doing?

>>3157219
Not so great. A good few quests I follow have bitten the dust recently. Nice to see you hanging in there though

>>3157209
>SNIFF
>SEE THINGS UNSEEN
after this, we'll probably just call out to the dude and offer the ultimatum
>>3157219
I'm doing okay, I'll probably be gone for most of tomorrow

>>3157209
backing >>3157241

>>3157241
support

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>[X] Shut all your eyes and take in the surrounding air through your nose, gotta check for sneaky things.
>[X] Close your material eyes and flow out into the world with your third, sixth sense best sense.

As always, you look before you leap.

You drop down onto your hands and feet, close all three of your eyes, and take in the surrounding air through your nose.

Sweat, blood, piss, and shit but mostly sweat waft through the rotting air. It's an aroma a lot like your own warehouse only with the scents of unfamiliar people blowing about.

Letting out a hum, you open your third eye and let yourself flow out into the world.

That which is you encompasses your vessel, the building below it, and the surrounding area in a wide globe.

The White Dragon Lord and twenty of his diverse disciples punch, kick, palm, and chop at Wing Chun wooden dummies in an otherwise desolate building.

Opening your eyes, you hum again.

No radios, TVs, or newspapers are in the place and there are few in the surrounding area. Either they're totally devoted to their Martial Arts or White Dragon doesn't let them have a lot of contact with the outside world. As for the Dragon Lords as a whole, they have a lot less men than either Golden Tiger or Yangsi Gonshi.

They probably haven't heard of Kingpin's death if they're practicing while also not having any way to hear the news.

>[ ] "Wing Chun, huh?! Personally, I prefer Bajiquan! Don't actually know it, but the story behind it and Li Shuwen is pretty badass! All martial arts are just substitutes for raw fighting skill, though!"
>[ ] "Wilson Fisk is dead! My master has risen in his place!"
>[ ] "White Dragon! I've come for you!"
>[ ] Hop down and walk inside, there's no one posred as lookouts or guardsmen.
>[ ] Collapse the rooftop beneath you, entrances leave strong impressions.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3158518
>>[X] "White Dragon! I've come for you!"
>>[X] Collapse the rooftop beneath you, entrances leave strong impressions.

>>3158518
>>[X] Hop down and walk inside, there's no one posred as lookouts or guardsmen.
>>[X] "White Dragon! I've come for you!
Feeling a nice "challenge the dojo master" moment here.
We might be able to cow them all without much murder and minimal blood.
A brazen entrance of a blood soaked, tattered clothed, horned, demonic-looking mutant also kinda leaves a strong impression.

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>[X] Collapse the rooftop beneath you, entrances leave strong impressions.

>[X] Hop down and walk inside, there's no one posred as lookouts or guardsmen.

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>[X] "White Dragon! I've come for you!"
>[X] Collapse the rooftop beneath you, entrances leave strong impressions.

Just walking in horned, bloodied, and tatter clothed would leave its own distinct impression, but your destructive flashy side is demanding you demolish the rooftop as a demonstration of your immense power to cement you are someone not to be fucked with. Besides that, doing the former would make more sense in a public area than this private one. There's little to no reason to not carry out your impulses right now.

A grin spreads across your face as you push yourself back upright.

"White Dragon! I've come for you!" You raise your foot and stomp down on the cement roof.

The rooftop shifts, quakes, and lurches before beginning to fall away.

You let out a laugh as you drop down into the building.

Immediately, the Dragon Lords spread out into a formation at the side of the dummies and take a stance for their dressed up gang leader to swagger through unimpeded.

White Dragon scoffs as he makes his way towards you.

"妖魔, why have you come here?" (Pinyin: yāomó, Translation: "Strange devil")

You resist the urge to laugh.

This scene just so awesome and ridiculous you can't believe it's really happening.

>[ ] "My master demands your obedience and servitude. Cast aside your rank and title then join the Golden Tigers. Yangsi Gonshi has already fallen; you stand no chance."
>[ ] "Did you not see what I just did to your roof?"
>[ ] "I have come to challenge you to a duel."
>[ ] "What the fuck are you wearing?"
>[ ] Bow, it's only appropriate.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3158997
>This scene just so awesome and ridiculous you can't believe it's really happening.
I know right!?
>>[X] "My master demands your obedience and servitude. Cast aside your rank and title then join the Golden Tigers. Yangsi Gonshi has already fallen; you stand no chance."

Going out grocery shopping. Will close voting and update when I get back.

>>3158997
this >>3159008

>>3159008
Ditto

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>[X] "My master demands your obedience and servitude. Cast aside your rank and title then join the Golden Tigers. Yangsi Gonshi has already fallen; you stand no chance."

May as well get straight to the point without pointing out how ridiculously fun this all is. You doubt he'll accept straight away but you want to build up to the confrontation. The two of you can settle it in a duel or you can just point out how obviously in over his head he is.

Your grin widens.

"My master demands your obedience and servitude. Cast aside your rank and title then join the Golden Tigers. Yangsi Gonshi has already fallen; you stand no chance."

White Dragon snarls.

"I spit on Ho's demands and on the corpse of the hatchet men! On this side of Chinatown, the city sprawl is so compact guns are useless against the might of the Dragon Lords' fists! The Golden Tigers can swarm the streets like the locusts they are and find their ends at our hands." He points at you. "Crawl back to your master and deliver my message, lapdog."

An unrestrained growl rumbles in your throat and throughout the collapsed in building.

"I am not Ho's servant."

The Kung Fu master sets his pointing finger down.

"Then why are you here?" He begins walking around you. "Who's authority do you enforce and who do you represent?" White Dragon stops in front of you, completing a full circle. "You are no devil I know."

You narrow your eyes at the Tong boss.

He might have pissed you off but this is still some crazy fun Bruce Lee film shit you've never actually watched before.

>[ ] "Can you withstand the might of over a hundred men armed with military grade weapons and body armor? Bullets are really blunt objects being fired faster than the speed of sound. What can a punch do to Kevlar and ceramic that a bullet can't?"
>[ ] "My name is Kojo Reyes, I'm the man who killed Wilson Fisk, Seong Woo-Jin, Seong Ji-hoon, and made Silvio Manfredi himself kneel. I am my own master and I demand your obedience and your servitude."
>[ ] "You may be able to fight back the Golden Tigers but nothing can repel, block me, or scare me. Just ask your roof, which is now on your floor."
>[ ] "I serve the man who killed Wilson Fisk and now stands as overlord of the Golden Tigers. You and your men can bow or you can all die."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3159619
>[ ] "I serve the man who killed Wilson Fisk and now stands as overlord of the Golden Tigers. You and your men can bow or you can all die.

>>3159619
this >>3159634 but also
>[ ] "Or… you can face me in mortal kombat (yes, spelled that way), and witness the power of a true prince of hell."
>[ ] 'The choice is yours." Fold arms and glare at them while you wait.

>>3159619
>>[X] "I serve the man who killed Wilson Fisk and now stands as overlord of the Golden Tigers. You and your men can bow or you can all die."

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>[X] "I serve the man who killed Wilson Fisk and now stands as overlord of the Golden Tigers. You and your men can bow or you can all die.
>[X] "Or you can face me in mortal kombat, and witness the power of a true prince of hell."
>[X] "The choice is yours." Fold arms and glare at them while you wait.

Best you get to cementing your boss, who totally isn't but is you, as a dominating force that cannot be reckoned with. Might as well play up the martial arts showdown aspect of the scene too to get the bad taste of servitude out of your mouth. Besides that wretched little tid bit, this is still a really fun unbelievable thing that is happening right now.

"I serve the man who killed Wilson Fisk and now stands as overlord of the Golden Tigers. You and your men can bow or you can all die." A grin spreads across your face. "Or you can face me in mortal kombat, and witness the power of a true prince of hell; the choice is yours." You fold your arms and glare at the Kung Fu master.

White Dragon stands silent for a moment before back-flipping into a Wing Chun stance.

"After I defeat you, crawl back to your master and tell him I wish to meet him face to face."

You let out a laugh.

There is no chance in hell an unarmed non-super will best you in close quarters combat. If he's setting down win conditions, you are right to set down some of your own, which you will ensure are followed out.

All the Dragon Lords are as good as Golden Tiger's, who are yours.

>[ ] "All your men will be Golden Tigers and you will become a servant of my master's as well then?"
>[ ] "You will join the Golden Tigers as per my master's wishes after I defeat you then?"
>[ ] "Swear your men to obedience towards Golden Tiger if you die in this fight then."
>[ ] Stand still and wait for White Dragon to tire himself out, really rub his powerlessness in.
>[ ] Slap White Dragon around a bit, it'd be fun and hilarious.
>[ ] Punch White Dragon, he wanted to fight.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3159939
>All your men will be golden tigers and you'll be a servant of my master
>Swear them into service if you die
>Get into a fake stance
Oh boy, this is going to be some Ip Man style shit ain't it

>>3159939
this >>3160428

>>3159939
>>[X] "All your men will be Golden Tigers and you will become a servant of my master's as well then?"
>[X] Stand still and wait for White Dragon to tire himself out, really rub his powerlessness in.
A lil'' ham never hurt anyone.

Getting late, boys and that one unicorn girl. Will close voting and update tomorrow morning my time (UTC-8)

I value and appreciate you all.

How do you guys think corporate Kojo will be after jailbird-on-trial Kojo ends?

>>3160496
Bored, but succesful due to that psychopathy. Plus, all we ever got to do is eat a dudes soul and we gain both more power and their knowledge

>>3160496
It'll open up more avenues to see how we can fuck our enemies over and gain further POWER.
Once we enact KOJO KNOWS YOU, things will get interesting.

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>[X] "All your men will be Golden Tigers and you will become a servant of my master's as well then?"
>[X] "Swear your men to obedience towards Golden Tiger if you die in this fight."
>[X] Get into a fake stance.
>[X] Stand still and wait for White Dragon to tire himself out, really rub his powerlessness in.

>(1/2)

Of course, if he's setting down win conditions you've gotta put down some of your own. Playing up the ham is only a bonus to amp up the insane atmosphere. You haven't had this much fun in something that wasn't complete slaughter related in a long time.

"All your men will be Golden Tigers and you will become a servant of my master's as well then?"

White Dragon scoffs.

"Only if you defeat me, which is impossible."

You let out a laugh.

"Swear your men to obedience towards Golden Tiger if you die in this fight."

The Tong boss snarls.

"As I said, my defeat is impossible but nonetheless I swear my men to Golden Dragon if I die in this fight! I am a man of honor and fury: the embodiment of a dragon and I accept your terms!"

Grinning, you take the form of a generic fake stance.

Humiliation will be the only thing he will be able to feel for quite some time.

"Come at me, Dragon Lord!"

White Dragon lets out a roar that his followers echo.

>(2/2)

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

The Wing Chun master closes the distance between you two with a Fook Sau wrist strike to your throat. He doesn't waste any time pulling his striking arm back to deliver a palm strike to your chin before spinning on his heel to your side and elbowing you in the stomach with his with his pulled back arm.

A hum rumbles in your undamaged throat.

Say what you will, the man can actually fight.

You feel a slight nudge to the back of your knee, which would have likely blown it out if you were any other person, followed by a tap to the back of your neck. Letting out a yawn, you feel a pat on the center of your head that could only be White Dragon's firm elbow and hear a crack resonate in your ears.

An extremely pained growl rumbles behind you as the Wing Chun master spins back into view at your right and elbows you again in the stomach.

The Tong boss keeps up his assault for a full ten minutes before taking a step back with two limp broken arms.

Your grin turns into a frown.

If he were any other person, he would have given up by now, but his tenacity and devotion to his fighting skills have kept him going for far longer than he should have. He's little to no use to you like this, at least for now.

White Dragon takes a deep breathe, hops back, and bends his knees.

You raise an eyebrow at the peculiar sight as the man's disciples whisper among themselves in the background with worried looks on their faces.

Either they too know he's fought all he can or White Dragon has a super special awesome technique he's about lay down on you.

>[ ] "It's over, White Dragon: you've lost. Your disciples can see it and so can I; give up."
>[ ] "That's enough, White Dragon...You've earned my respect; stop before you kill yourself."
>[ ] Give the man a tap to the forehead before he up and breaks his legs, it's getting too hard for even you to watch.
>[ ] Stand stIll and let White Dragon do what he needs to do, you gotta let the man be a man.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3161589
>[X] "That's enough, White Dragon...You've earned my respect; stop before you kill yourself."

>>3161589
>>[X] "It's over, White Dragon: you've lost."
Sets up his surrender or move without speaking for the disciples.

>>[X] Stand stIll and let White Dragon do what he needs to do, you gotta let the man be a man.
Let him choose his pain.

>>3161589
>>[X] Give the man a tap to the forehead before he up and breaks his legs, it's getting too hard for even you to watch.

>>3161589
This >>3161643
Also I love how even Kojo cannot resist the allure of HAMMING IT UP. He's in a comic book universe, so it's a given no matter how good or evil Kojo may be.

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sorry for the wait, was cleaning up my gaming PC

>[X] "It's over, White Dragon: you've lost."
>[X] Stand still and let White Dragon do what he needs to do, you gotta let the man be a man.

He's no use to you dead, but you'll let him carry out his self-destructive attacks to preserve his pride as a warrior. Once he's fallen, you can patch him up and send his men to Ho. You'd give him your respect if he wouldn't take it as an insult.

"It's over, White Dragon: you've lost."

The stubborn man doesn't say a word before exerting himself against the ground, taking off.

You drop the fake form you're in and simply stand.

A deep almost otherworldly exhale escapes White Dragon's lips as he sticks his foot straight out into your chest, echoing a sickening snap.

Letting out a small hum, you feel the impact push your torso back ever so slightly and the Tong boss' foot shatter.

He managed to force you back a centimeter at least.

White Dragon roars in pain and fury as he spins in the air to slam his other foot into the side of your neck, breaking it too.

You stick your hand out to grab the man by the unbroken part of his leg before he can fall.

Dangling by his leg, White Dragon lets out a choking grunt.

"I...couldn't even make you take a step back or throw a punch." A shaky sigh escapes the man's lips. "...I've failed everyone here and Wing Chun itself."

Blinking, you raise an eyebrow at the costumed gang boss.

This was effectively a match between a mortal man and a god; he did the best anyone could do and stood his ground until the end. Only person he's really failing is himself right now.

>[ ] "Wing Chun failed you. Styles and martial arts as a whole are just substitutes for raw fighting skill and improvisation. A real fight takes place without rules, a ring, and understanding. It's kill or be killed and any form of attack is valid. Confining yourself to any sort of dogma or singular combat style is death. The man who raised me taught me that every time he beat the shit out of me. Nothing matters if you don't have a well developed core."
>[ ] "Unlike a lot of other people, you pushed me back a little without any weapons. Few people have been capable of barely even doing that."
>[ ] "You fought a mutant barely within the confines of humanity and lived; take pride in that."
>[ ] "Oh shut up, you did fine. Don't go crying on me like a little bitch now."
>[ ] "...I trust my master has your allegiance and Golden Tiger your men's?"
>[ ] Write In.

>>3161995
>>[X] "Wing Chun failed you. Styles and martial arts as a whole are just substitutes for raw fighting skill and improvisation. A real fight takes place without rules, a ring, and understanding. It's kill or be killed and any form of attack is valid. Confining yourself to any sort of dogma or singular combat style is death. The man who raised me taught me that every time he beat the shit out of me. Nothing matters if you don't have a well developed core."

>>3161995
Seconding >>3162177

>>3161995
Thirding >>3162177

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Is someone proxy posting or have my lurkers started voting?

>[X] "Wing Chun failed you. Styles and martial arts as a whole are just substitutes for raw fighting skill and improvisation. A real fight takes place without rules, a ring, and understanding. It's kill or be killed and any form of attack is valid. Confining yourself to any sort of dogma or singular combat style is death. The man who raised me taught me that every time he beat the shit out of me. Nothing matters if you don't have a well developed core."

You have been hamming it up way too much to just drop it now. This is a perfect dramatic moment to reaffirm yet destroy what White Dragon believes in. As a style knower, practitioner, maker, and re-learner, you can see where his love of Kung Fu comes from, but he needs to realize the painful truth behind all styles and martial arts.

Lowering your eyebrow, you move your hand from the Tong boss' leg to his shoulder and spin him around so his dragon masked face is looking at your beautiful regular face.

"Wing Chun failed you. Styles and martial arts as a whole are just substitutes for raw fighting skill and improvisation. A real fight takes place without rules, a ring, and understanding. It's kill or be killed and any form of attack is valid. Confining yourself to any sort of dogma or singular combat style is death. The man who raised me taught me that every time he beat the shit out of me. Nothing matters if you don't have a well developed core."

White Dragon lays silent for a moment.

"...I used to believe the same thing before I discovered Wing Chun; there was a...serenity and power to it that brought me comfort." He scoffs. "Now I see how that comfort was a lie. If I had brandished a knife or worn spiked knuckle dusters, I could have hurt you but I stuck to my fists and broke them along with my feet. Its form and ability distracted me from polishing my own and noticing those qualities in weapons." He hangs his head. "I've failed myself and my disciples; you've won. I will serve your master and my men will become Golden Tigers for their own good."

The Dragon Lords part their lips but quickly shut them and bow, respecting their master's order.

You take a moment to soak in the scene.

This is some straight up Anime shit right here, with the irony being they're mostly Chinese-American and you're an Afro-Mexican-French-American who's possibly Dutch-Norse and Anglo-Saxon.

>[ ] "Listen up, all of you! From today to the end of days, you serve my master! You are his eyes and ears in Golden Tiger! White Dragon will be your handler and my master his lord!"
>[ ] "You wouldn't happen to know Ho's phone number, would you? Because I do and need to tell him about this...Excuse me for a second."
>[ ] "Alright, all of you stay here and wait for Ho while I go tell him he's got some new recruits."
>[ ] "I'll take you to my master, White Dragon."
>[ ] "Let's bring Ho the good news."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3162383
>>[X] "Listen up, all of you! From today to the end of days, you serve my master! You are his eyes and ears in Golden Tiger! White Dragon will be your handler and my master his lord!"
>>[X] "You wouldn't happen to know Ho's phone number, would you? Because I do and need to tell him about this...Excuse me for a second."

>>3162383
>[ ] "Listen up, all of you! From today to the end of days, you serve my master! You are his eyes and ears in Golden Tiger! White Dragon will be your handler and my master his lord!"
>[ ] "You wouldn't happen to know Ho's phone number, would you? Because I do and need to tell him about this...Excuse me for a second."

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>[X] "Listen up, all of you! From today to the end of days, you serve my master! You are his eyes and ears in Golden Tiger! White Dragon will be your handler and my master his lord!"
>[X] "You wouldn't happen to know Ho's phone number, would you? Because I do and need to tell him about this...Excuse me for a second."

While Ho has sworn his complete loyalty to you, it would be foolish to just trust him wholeheartedly based on his oath. You need to keep tabs on him just in case. Sure, he'd be annoyed to learn you planted spies in his midsts but there is little to no way he wouldn't understand: all you have is his word and words are nothing but wind to people like you.

A grin spreads across your face.

"Listen up, all of you! From today to the end of days, you serve my master! You are his eyes and ears in Golden Tiger! White Dragon will be your handler and my master his lord!"

The Dragon Lords widen their eyes and kneel.

You let out a pleased hum.

Something about the autonomous simultaneous hivemind-like way they collectively respond to things scratches an itch in your head. Perfect disciplined subservience is something you have to work on with your footsoldiers, the portion you'll have left to yourself at least.

Focusing back on the man held by your hand, you raise an eyebrow.

"You wouldn't happen to know Ho's phone number, would you? Because I do and need to tell him about this." You blink. "...Excuse me for a second."

You dig your free hand into your pocket, flip out your burner, and dial Ho's number.

The line dials once before it breaks.

"Hello, may I ask who this is?"

A smile makes its way onto your lips.

"It's me, Ho; the Dragon Lords are through."

Ho lets out a pleased hum of his own.

"Is White Dragon dead or did you by chance convince him to kneel?"

At the corner of your eye, you shoot a cautious glance at your burner phone.

>[ ] "No, I killed him after he gave his men orders to serve you if he died in a duel."
>[ ] "Uh-huh, he's given his word he'll join Golden Tiger along with all his men."
>[ ] "Yes and White Dragon will serve my master personally from here on out."
>[ ] "He's alive but a bit crippled at the moment, why?"
>[ ] "Don't you want to know how I got your number?"
>[ ] "Say hi, WD."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3162633
>>[X] "Say hi, WD."

>>3162685
Ditto
Damn, I kinda wanted to use Apex predator against Wing Chun

Getting late. Will close voting and update tomorrow morning my time (UTC-8).

How many of you new colors are lurkers or returning voters/players?

>>3162773
I'm this guy >>3159008 and this is my first time playing. I've been wanting to read this quest for a while and I haven't caught up but it seems like you are short on players so here I am.

>>3162773
I'm a returning voter, been here since thread 1. I made a fairly good Plan if I do say so myself

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>>3162784
Ah, nice to have you, man.
>>3163076
KOJO KNOWS YOU I presume?

>[X] "Say hi, WD."

No reason to lie or make a decision on who he'll be serving just yet. You'll let Ho tell you what he wants and decide whether or not it agrees with you.

A grin spreads across your lips as you hold out your phone to the defeated Tong boss.

"Say hi, WD."

White Dragon stares at the burner in silence for a moment.

"...Greetings, Ho."

You put the cellular device back against your ear.

"Don't know if you've actually met the man in person or heard his voice, but that was him."

A curious hum rumbles through the speakers.

"You actually managed to subjugate him without any violence."

Clucking your tongue, you shake your head.

"Nope, we dueled over the fate of the Dragon Lords and I won."

A knowing 'ah' escapes Ho's lips.

"I should have known better." A moment of silence passes by. "...How did you get this number?"

You let out a laugh.

"Kingpin."

Ho hums in understanding.

"Can I expect White Dragon and his disciples to make their way to my base of operations or must me and my men trek over to his part of Chinatown?"

A hum of your own rumbles in your throat.

>[ ] "White Dragon is going to personally serve my master from now on. The others will find their way to you."
>[ ] "I'll bring them all to you. Stay put until then."
>[ ] "Do you want White Dragon to serve you?"
>[ ] "Has Yang woken up yet?"
>[ ] Write In.

>>3163849
>>[X] "I'll bring them all to you. Stay put until then."

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>>3163690
Si, that is I

>[X] "I'll bring them all to you. Stay put until then."

The Hatchet gang is likely scouring Chinatown or maybe Little Italy for their master. Chinatown is pretty compact as far as urban areas go, but the Dragon Lords are at risk in the more open spaces of the neighborhood. You can keep them safe on their trek to Ho's place.

"I'll bring them all to you. Stay put until then."

Ho lets out a small laugh.

"Afraid I'm still in the process of moving myself, my men, and the Yangs to my base of operations; meet me there with the Dragon Lords."

You hum in confirmation.

"I'll see you there."

Moving your thumb over the red phone button, you hang up on the Tong boss.

A sigh escapes your lips as you slip the burner into your pocket.

The only thing that's left for you to do after this is to get back to the warehouse and give everyone the order to start taking shit over. You'll wait for some time to pass before having Silvio announce a news conference, revealing yourself, turning yourself in, winning the trial against that shithead Green as well as the entire police force or 'people', and inheriting your megacorp.

One step at a time, though.

You sling White Dragon over your shoulder and begin to walk on the broken pieces of ceiling to the exit.

"Follow my lead, keep your heads down, do not look at anyone or in their general direction, stay close, and do not stop to take a piss; we're going to be skulking to the other side of Chinatown and I do not want to get stopped by the cops or fired at by anyone for the umpteenth time today."

A wonderful chorus of obedient cries emanate around you before the Dragon Lords form up at your back.

Grinning, you walk out into Chinatown's shadows

It takes around fifteen minutes for you and the Dragon Lords to get to Ho's warehouse on the opposite side of White Dragon's territory.

Breathing a relieved sigh, you wave to the two Golden Tigers that shot at you earlier.

The guardsmen blink before slowly waving back.

You can leave White Dragon and the Dragon lords here, take White Dragon back with you, or stay to hear if Yang has given Ho his answer yet.

>[ ] "My master will keep in touch, White Dragon. Keep a close eyes on Ho; it'll be easy since he'll be doing the same to you."
>[ ] "You going to open that gate, shoot at me again, or shoot the gate open?"
>[ ] Turn and hop back to the warehouse, your business here is done.
>[ ] Hand White Dragon over to one of his men, you don't need him.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3164271
>>[X] "My master will keep in touch, White Dragon. Keep a close eyes on Ho; it'll be easy since he'll be doing the same to you."
>>[X] "You going to open that gate, shoot at me again, or shoot the gate open?"

>>3164285
Ditto

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>[X] "My master will keep in touch, White Dragon. Keep a close eyes on Ho; it'll be easy since he'll be doing the same to you."
>[X] "You going to open that gate, shoot at me again, or shoot the gate open?"

You already have enough enforcers under your belt to take care of any potential thorn in your organization's side. White Dragon can reign in his men while keeping an eye on his false master. Crushing his belief in his martial art and reinforcing his old views will keep him loyal to you for a long time. Good thing you did that.

"My master will keep in touch, White Dragon. Keep a close eyes on Ho; it'll be easy since he'll be doing the same to you."

A confirming hum emanates from behind your back.

"I will be vigilant in my watch."

You let out a pleased hum of your own before smirking at the gate guards.

"You going to open that gate, shoot at me again, or shoot the gate open?"

The two men share an embarrassed look before turning around and inputing the door code.

A groaning creak emerges from the slab of galvanized steel as it shifts open to reveal a familiar old Chinese man and woman making their way to the gate with an escort of Golden Tigers at their sides.

You raise an eyebrow at the sight while the old man shoots you a dirty look.

The Golden Tigers stop behind the open warehouse entrance as the Yangs step out.

Everyone and you watch the old couple walk away with their tails in-between their legs.

It seems like Yangsi Gonshi is through.

You focus back on the warehouse and make your way inside.

Ho, sitting behind a square table at the center of the building with three other men, claps his hands.

"Ah, my new overlord's enforcer with White Dragon slung over his shoulder and the Dragon Lords at his back: what a pleasant sight."

You twitch.

"Here you go." With a tug, you put the vanquished Tong boss on the table.

A grunt escapes the costumed man's lips.

"Ugh...greetings, Ho."

The last standing New York Tong boss blinks.

"...Hello, White Dragon."

Faux yawning, you scratch the back of your head under your horns.

"So, you're letting Yang go?"

Ho nods.

"He gave me his word he'll leave New York, sent out a message to all of his followers right in front of me that Yangsi Gonshi was no more, and that they should find me if they still desired work."

You let out a hum.

Words might mean something to Ho but they mean very little to you unless there's leverage being held, like there was in Itsuki's case.

>[ ] "This concludes my business here, then. My employer will expect his first payment at the end of the month."
>[ ] "Before I leave, I need to tell you something: I have no gods, masters, or chains."
>[ ] "My master would prefer him dead."
>[ ] "I'll keep in touch."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3164551
>"This concludes my business here, then. My employer will expect his first payment at the end of the month."

And let's get going before we get embroiled in more local affairs.

>>3164551
>>[X] "This concludes my business here, then. My employer will expect his first payment at the end of the month."

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] "This concludes my business here, then. My employer will expect his first payment at the end of the month."

Ho's given you his oath, the White Dragons are your spies in Golden Tiger, and Yangsi Gonshi is no more: you're done here. Now, you can go let everyone else do all the work before you decide to take care of everything yourself again. Some cloud gazing would be good for you, though.

"This concludes my business here, then. My employer will expect his first payment at the end of the month."

Your new vassal raises an eyebrow.

"Five days from now on the thirty-first?"

Blinking, you nod.

"Yes, at the end of the month."

Ho hums in confirmation.

"I will give your master 50% of my monthly earnings that day."

You spin on your heel around and walk through the parting lines of White Dragon's men out into the fresh air of Chinatown.

Taking a deep breathe, you close all three of your eyes and soak in the moment.

Only a few things are left for you to do until you can rake in your inheritance after clearing your name.

You back-flip onto the roof of Ho's hideout, open your eyes, and take off into the cityscape.

It takes you fourteen minutes of leisure hopping to get to your neighborhood from Ho's side of Chinatown.

The scouts you posted earlier wave at you from a a distance as you arrive.

Landing on the roof of your warehouse, you take a moment to stretch yourself out.

You do have to give everyone the orders to start cementing your status as Kingpin of New York but you could probably relax a bit before that or take care of a few other straggling things.

>[ ] Hop back to Manhattan, Cottonmouth may be insignificant now but he's a straggling issue.
>[ ] Take off to Mott Haven, you've gotta get those names from Zebra Daddy.
>[ ] Back-flip down and walk into the warehouse, you've got orders to give.
>[ ] Lay down and watch the sky, you deserve some you time.
>[ ] Write In.

Late. Will close voting and update tomorrow morning my time (UTC-8)

>>3164863
>>[X] Back-flip down and walk into the warehouse, you've got orders to give.

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] Back-flip down and walk into the warehouse, you've got orders to give.

First things first, making your status as the new Kingpin of Crime official.

You crack your neck before flipping backwards down in front of the warehouse.

As you step inside, you see the members of your inner circle hanging by their own sides of the warehouse with some near each other besides a lot more conscious members of your gang.

Ren is still where she was with Alex napping in her lap, Jesus is vigilantly watching the open entrance from afar, Itsuki is meditating on top of one of the Bratva crates, Cuda is polishing his LMG with a silk rag, and Marcus is sitting by a very much hungover-looking Felon.

You roll your eyes at that last one as you stroll to the center of the room past your saluting foot-soldiers.

"I'm back! It's time for a meeting!"

Jesus, Marcus, Felon, Itsuki, and Barracuda immediately rise and start walking over while Alex shifts and yawns on Ren's lap, waking from her nap.

The Japanese girl wraps her arms around the lynxy minx and lifts her up, much to the blond's surprise, before making her way over to you and the rest of the inner circle.

"Reyes-sama, I believe this kitten is yours."

Alex turns her head off Ren's shoulder to smile at you.

"Meow."

Marcus clucks his tongue as Cuda laughs.

"The fuck happened to you?"

A grin spreads across your face.

There's a lot for you to go over but you can just as easily do that after they're done planting your flag over the rest of New York.

>[ ] "Put Chinatown completely under the Golden Tigers. Ho offered me 50% of his monthly earnings."
>[ ] "Oh, you know: a squad of jumpy police here, two trigger happy Tong guardsmen there."
>[ ] "Let's sit down first, all this standing is awkward."
>[ ] "Ren, hand over my little kitty cat."
>[ ] "It's time."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3165814
>[X] "Put Chinatown completely under the Golden Tigers. Ho offered me 50% of his monthly earnings."
>[X] "It's time."

Voting closed; writing now.

Family dinner to attend to. Will finish writing and update when I get back.

>[X] "Put Chinatown completely under the Golden Tigers. Ho offered me 50% of his monthly earnings."
>[X] "It's time."

>(1/2)

A brief summary of the outcome is good enough for now. The now defunct Dragon Disciples being your spies in Golden Tiger and the Yangs walking out can be brought up after they come back. As for the police and Ho's gate guards, a story to tell when you're drinking, hanging, or relaxing with the close members of your inner circle.

"Put Chinatown completely under the Golden Tigers. Ho offered me 50% of his monthly earnings."

Marcus blinks.

"...Well, shit, Kojo. Here I was thinking you'd slaughter all three triads; 50% is good, real good on top of giving us an in to the big time triads." He shoots you a look. "You did go and take care of everything on your own, though, like you always do. Not saying I want to look as fucked up as you are now, but don't you get tired of having to wash off and get new clothes all the time?"

You tilt your head from side to side.

"It's a bitch, but there's a satisfaction I get from doing everything personally I don't get from hearing about it from any of you."

The second-in-command sighs.

"Wherever there's bound to blood, opportunities, and other players, you're there. Just try not to step into shit under our responsibility: pretty sure we all want to actually do things in the big-time other than standing around waiting for you all day and cheerleading from the side-lines."

Ren lets out a confirming hum.

"I agree with Marcus, Reyes-sama. You've entrusted us with your territory so please leave matters under our care. We will show you your trust was not misplaced."

Alex purrs and turns her head back to nuzzle the Japanese girl's shoulder, much to her chagrin and Cuda's amusement.

Itsuki bows.

"Reyes-sama, I share Ren-sama and Marcus-sama's sentiment." He raises his head. "Please, do not feel the need to intervene or assist in issues that may plague us. We are your servants and should serve while you rule."

>(2/2)

A familiar pressure weighs down on your guts as a pleasant feeling washes over you.

"...I'll try not to."

Marcus widens his eyes slightly and lowers them back down.

"I guess there's only one thing left on the agenda for the day, huh?"

You nod.

"It's time."

Immediately, the members of your inner circle who aren't Felon or Alex get a determined look on their faces.

A grin spreads across your own.

"Itsuki, you take a portion of the recruits you brought in and our men to lock down the rest of Queens, which is now free turf thanks to an assassinated Hammerhead. Marcus, you do the same only with the entirety of Staten Island as your goal. Ren, as my underworld face, I want you to take Manhattan from Midtown to Inwood: rumors need to spread of a new grand player in New York City's underground."

Cuda raises an eyebrow as the three inner circle members nod.

"Wait, boss, what are the rest of us gonna do?"

You raise a hand to stroke your chin.

Alex, Cuda, and Jesus could help you further brush the rust off your advanced combat skills or assist one of the other three. It'd be good to see who works best with who and how good their delegating skills are. Maybe you can send all but one off so that one person can keep you company to stave off boredom.

>[ ] "You're going with Itsuki. A hyper expressive black man and a subdued Asian man make the most interesting of teams like in Rush Hour, a movie I never actually watched but Diamondback did."
>[ ] "You're going with Ren. Walk around with her on your shoulder, it'd be so ridiculous and memorable rumors will spread like wildfire."
>[ ] "You're going with Marcus. Big Black and Little Black: nice duo name, don't you think?"
>[ ] "Alex, you're going with Ren on account of being all over her right now like a cheating little kitty cat would be."
>[ ] "Alex, you're going with Itsuki. Him of all people might be able to teach you how to forgo earthly pleasures."
>[ ] "Alex, you're going with Marcus. I trust him to watch you and you to not touch him and vice versa."
>[ ] "Jesus, you're going with Marcus. A soldier who knows how to take orders and keep his mouth shut is just who he needs."
>[ ] "Jesus, you're going with Itsuki. You two are pretty alike and can learn something from one another."
>[ ] "Jesus, you're going with Ren. I know there's nothing you'd do to piss her off."
>[ ] "Felon, you-...do nothing.
>[ ] "I'll let them decide what to do with you guys."
>[ ] "You're all hunkering down here with me."
>[ ] "The rest of you stay."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3166655
>[X] "You're going with Ren. Walk around with her on your shoulder, it'd be so ridiculous and memorable rumors will spread like wildfire."
>[X] "Alex, you're going with Itsuki. Him of all people might be able to teach you how to forgo earthly pleasures."
>[X] "Jesus, you're going with Marcus. A soldier who knows how to take orders and keep his mouth shut is just who he needs."
>[X] "Felon, you-...do nothing.

Getting late. Will close voting and update tomorrow morning my time (UTC-8)

You all still with me? Excited for the coming age of Kojo?

>>3166655
Gonna Second >>3166681
Felon is an asset, an annoying one but he has his uses and value.

>>3166741
I've been looking forward to it since we took down kingpin.

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] "You're going with Ren. Walk around with her on your shoulder, it'd be so ridiculous and memorable rumors will spread like wildfire."
>[X] "Alex, you're going with Itsuki. He of all people might be able to teach you how to forgo earthly pleasures."
>[X] "Jesus, you're going with Marcus. A soldier who knows how to take orders and keep his mouth shut is just who he needs."
>[X] "Felon, you-...do nothing.

>(1/2)

You've done enough training for one day. The others can get their shot at some minor action while you relax or handle other business. When they come back, you'll check up on how well they performed with one another.

A laugh escapes your lips.

"You're going with Ren. Walk around with her on your shoulder, it'd be so ridiculous and memorable rumors will spread like wildfire."

Cuda breaks out into a fit of laughter.

"Oh, man! I can see that crazy shit now! Fuck it, let's do it!"

Ren lets out a small groan.

The blond in the Japanese girl's arms moves her head to rub her cheek against Ren's in an attempt to comfort her, making her blush.

A smirk makes its way onto your face.

"Alex, you're going with Itsuki. He of all people might be able to teach you how to forgo earthly pleasures."

Your personal assassin blinks and turns to face Ren with her big blue eyes.

The Japanese girl smiles and shakes her head.

"No." She lets go of the false kitten.

>(2/2)

Ever so agile, Alex catches herself before standing upright and sighing.

You let out another laugh as does Cuda.

"Jesus, you're going with Marcus. A soldier who knows how to take orders and keep his mouth shut is just who he needs."

The Colombian teen nods.

Marcus sighs in relief.

Smiling, ou turn to the last unassigned unofficial member of your inner circle.

"Felon, you-...do nothing."

Bobby raises the hand not rubbing his temples.

"Will do; I'll get right back to doing that."

You and the rest of the inner circle watch as the stupidly nicknamed small time thug stumbles away.

"Alright, you guys go get geared up. Don't take anything heavy duty: we're not going to war with anybody. Make sure the boys get geared up too and know not to bust guns off unless they have to."

The round circle nods and gives off confirming hums before breaking away to carry out your orders.

In the span of thirty minutes, your leadership splits your foot-soldiers into three groups, gets them outfitted with the common street thug gear you have, and marches them out the gate one by one, leaving you alone with Felon and the other hungover/unconscious men sprucely populating the warehouse.

You let out an echoing sigh.

Finally, you're almost completely alone again.

...

...

>[ ] Stroll over to Felon and take a seat by him, he's the only person left here who comes close to being interesting.
>[ ] Go check up on Zebra Daddy, sooner you get those names the sooner you can start assimilating the pimps.
>[ ] Make your way out and back-flip onto the roof, you need something to distract yourself with.
>[ ] Take out your burner and give Silvio a call, he's got news conferences to plan.
>[ ] Pay the old warehouse a visit, you've got a gravestone to re-carve.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3167725
>>[X] Stroll over to Felon and take a seat by him, he's the only person left here who comes close to being interesting.

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>[X] Stroll over to Felon and take a seat by him, he's the only person left here who comes close to being interesting.

Really, if you do all the interesting things first you'll be bored out of your goddamn mind for the rest of the day. May as well get the boring long part over it. There's nothing more boring than a gifted boring person with no interesting about them than that gift.

You cluck your tongue and stroll over to the laying man.

Groaning, Felon lifts up his upper body.

"Can I...help you?"

A hum rumbles in your throat as you take a seat beside his sprawled out body on the Bratva crate.

"Maybe, maybe not."

The mutant raises an eyebrow.

"Are you...coming on to me?"

You blink.

"No...Fuck no! Motherfucker, you're in your late teens but look like you're in your fucking thirties with those wrinkles on your goddamn face! I'd tell your bitch ass to get a face lift if you wouldn't come out looking like a fucking alien."

Felon lays his body back down.

"Jesus, man, that's hurtful."

A scoff escapes your lips.

"Like I give a fuck about your hurt feelings; you look like you had a baby in your preteens and aged twenty years letting him and the whore you fucked suck the youth of you!"

The small-time thug lets out a hum.

"Are you being defensive right now or just saying you're not interested in the meanest way possible?"

You shoot the man a look.

"Listen, fag, no one would fuck you unless they had a thing for mutants with shit powers or old people."

He let's out a sigh.

"It kind of seems like you're the former but at the same time you're just being a dick."

You cluck your tongue.

"I've got nothing to defend and every reason to rip you a new proverbial asshole, bitch ass."

Once again, the man groans.

"Can you just kill me already so I can get rid of this hangover? Everything you say hurts me on the inside and outside. I wouldn't care or mind if I wasn't hungover but I would honestly love to be dead right now: no more hustling, worrying about the senpai, or feeling the pounding in my head if my power actually lets me die."

Another hum rumbles in your throat.

That's a question you're curious of as well.

>[ ] "Hustling? Motherfucker, you considering whore watching hustling?"
>[ ] "What were you and Marcus talking about?"
>[ ] "Family, huh?...How is that like?"
>[ ] "Why are you even here right now?"
>[ ] Kill Felon, you want to see if his soul pops out.
>[ ] Devour him, he's served his purpose.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3167934
>>[X] "Hustling? Motherfucker, you considering whore watching hustling?"
>>[X] "What were you and Marcus talking about?"

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>>3167934
this >>3168031

>[X] "Hustling? Motherfucker, you consider whore watching hustling?"
>[X] "What were you and Marcus talking about?"

Learning what Marcus was talking about with Felon is important, but you can't help busting the man's balls.

"Hustling? Motherfucker, you consider whore watching hustling?"

Felon shakes his head.

"No, not really. I've done other shadier work. It is still hustling, though."

You scoff.

"Debt collecting is hustling. Hit taking is hustling. Ordering food at a diner and bouncing is fucking hustling. Standing guard for a pimp is one thing but you were really just looking after the hookers."

The man lets out a confirming hum.

"I told you that, didn't I?"

You nod and sigh.

"What were you and Marcus talking about?"

Felon lifts up his upper body to better look at you.

"Kind of what we're talking about now. Laying back, shooting the shit; only he was nice."

You cluck your tongue.

"You're too pitiful for him to bitch talk; be more specific about what you talked about."

The mutant shrugs.

"He asked me who I was and I asked him who he was and you: not all the crazy ass rumors, the real you."

Narrowing your eyes, you stare into Felon's.

"And what did he say about me."

He blinks.

"That you were a crazy ass son of a bitch."

Humming, you tilt your head from side to side.

"Sounds about right."

Bobby lays back down and laughs.

"I don't know why I'm laughing. You people are beyond fucking crazy. Like, I get the feeling any of you would kill me on a freaking whim. Just now I felt like you would kill me depending on what I told you Marcus said."

You nod.

"That is something I felt too and still feel."

The man stops laughing and falls silent.

So far, the only interesting parts of conversing with this waste of space is the bitch talk.

>[ ] "Don't get quiet on me now. You were as good as dead the day you mutated. If I don't end up killing you, an anti-mutant hategroup will and, if they don't, a crazy ass scientist will."
>[ ] "You have family, huh?...How's that like?"
>[ ] "Why are you even here right now?"
>[ ] Kill Felon, you want to see if his soul pops out.
>[ ] Devour him, he's served his purpose.
>[ ] Write In.

forgive the wait, i got sidetracked by videogames and writer's block

>>3168738
>>[X] "You have family, huh?...How's that like?"

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>[X] "You have family, huh?...How's that like?"

Family is probably the only interesting thing Felon knows of to talk about. It's not like Felon has anyone else besides Marcus to possibly tell what you're going to ask about. By chance he were to ever tell anyone, you'd kill him.

Breathing in, you let out a sigh

"You have family, huh?...How's that like?"

Felon pushes his upper body back up.

"It's family, man, you know how it is."

You shake your head.

"No, no I do not."

The mutant blinks.

"Oh, shit. Sorry, man, I didn't know."

Rolling your eyes, you wave it off.

"It's fine, just tell me what it's like."

Bobby moves a hand to stroke his chin.

"...Don't really know how to explain it. I mean, I've always had my momma and, even though he's a baby, I feel like I've had lil' bro forever. Dad was never a part of the picture, but that didn't matter; we never needed him. I started pulling my weight early and my momma always worked more than one shift. She knows I'll always come back, but it scares her a lot when I don't go home at the end of a day like now. Bring in a lot of money doing jobs like I do for Zebra Daddy but I'm gonna need way more to get them out of Mutant Town."

Your eyes widen slightly.

"Wait, you and your family live in Mutant Town?"

Felon nods.

"Shit was fucking crazy when Magneto showed up and for a while after. Things have mostly calmed down but Mutant Town still Mutant Town: ghetto, gang riddled, and poor."

A curious hum rumbles in your throat.

You've never actually been but you've heard stories and know even Kingpin stayed away in fear of a mutant street gang coalition rising up against him and forming into a syndicate of supers after roasting his corpse.

>[ ] "Just how complicated were things after Magneto's Jewish Nazi stint?"
>[ ] "How exactly is the underground scene in Mutant Town?"
>[ ] "Why are you even here right now?"
>[ ] Kill Felon, you want to see if his soul pops out.
>>[ ] Devour him, he's served his purpose.
>[ ] Write In.

Late where I'm at now. Will close voting and update tomorrow morning my time (UTC-8)

so close yet so far

>>3169278
>>[X] "Just how complicated were things after Magneto's Jewish Nazi stint?"
>>[X] "How exactly is the underground scene in Mutant Town?
>>3169291
Yeah, I get it. I'm kind of stalling for someone who's up to speed who can actually lead the quest to the intended goals but it's been very lonely here lately.

>>3169278
This >>3169308 but also
>This soul-hijack power you have, how long have you had it?
Get some perspective on what someone having a soul power for most of their life is like, as opposed to literally like two days as in Kojo's case.

>>3169308
I'm still around, I'm just waiting until we get to a position to actually start acting on those goals. I'd rather skip over the next few days at this point until we're at the next major conflict.

>>3169308
>>3169409
>>3169793
support

>>3169308
>>3169409
>>3169793
>>3169817
Support support

I have nothing clever to add, so I settled for cute.

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>[X] "Just how complicated were things after Magneto's Jewish Nazi stint?"
>[X] "How exactly is the underground scene in Mutant Town?"
>[X] "That soul-hijack power you have, how long have you had it?"

>(1/2)

The fallout from the mutant supremacist's occupation of Manhattan was immense on the already strained racial tensions between mutant kind and normal humans. Besides your intimidating voluptuous form, it's one of the reasons why civilians are scared and leery around you. You can't imagine how fucked up Mutant Town, the closest thing to a mutant safehaven in New York City in spite of all its shittiness, would be after the incident. A lot of Mutant Towners helped in terrorizing the flatscans.

"Just how complicated were things after Magneto's Jewish Nazi stint?"

Bobby lets out a laugh.

"Fuck, he really was Jewish, wasn't he? That makes what he did a lot more fucked up in hindsight. Mutant Town wasn't really complicated so much more than chaotic: even more gangs sprang up, there were a few raids by extremist anti-mutant racists, group suicides taking the death of Magneto as a foretelling of the end of mutant kind, and more mutants racist against other mutants who could pass as human or didn't have their entire outward appearance changed. I guess you could call that complicated but it was more of the same just a lot more disorganized."

You raise a hand to stroke your chin.

A racial tension and gang riddled ghetto with suicidal mutants: sounds a lot like the Bronx before you came along. Like your home borough, you could take over Mutant Town. Might be difficult with all the mutants but your mutation is a league above a lot of other people's.

"How exactly is the underground scene in Mutant Town?"

Felon clucks his tongue.

"Way more unstable than it is out here, I'll tell you that much. Never been able to find good work in Mutant Town and when I do it usually ends up putting me against another mutant with way bigger powers than mine. You have dozens of gangs separated by powers, appearance mutations, and occasionally skin color of all things. There are a few players there who make and sell MGH to outside outfits, the U-men, and other wannabe mutant flatscans."

>(2/2)

You blink.

"M...G...H and U...men?"

Memories that are not your own flood your mind of men in metal suits and pipsqueak humans popping blue pills to spit literal fire.

The other mutant lifts an eyebrow.

"MGH and the U-men, you know? You never heard of them before? MGH i-"

You raise a hand.

"I know them or, at least, Kingpin did."

Bobby blinks back.

"Oh yeah, you're a soul eating third-eyed monster who tried eating me when I was about to possess that Latino guy."

A hum of confirmation rumbles in your throat.

"That soul-hijack power you have, how long have you had it?"

Felon raises a hand of his own to his chin.

"Since I was...twelve I think. Freaked the fuck out when it first happened. Took a while to get used to it and to figure out how it worked. Wouldn't believe how much it scared my momma the first time I had one of those amnesia breakdowns. She just held me and kept saying my name was Bobby, but I didn't know or remember anything until several minutes later."

You stare on in disappointment.

That was nothing perspective or new you didn't know before.

>[ ] "You know who the MGH dealers are?"
>[ ] "Why are you even here right now?"
>[ ] Focus your mind on the U-men. Besides their obvious extreme transhumanism, there's something more than meets the eye.
>[ ] Pull out your burner and call Silvio, it's good to check in and you've got plans to set as well as questions to ask.
>[ ] Kill Felon, you want to see if his soul pops out.
>[ ] Devour him, he's served his purpose.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3170326
>[ ] Focus your mind on the U-men. Besides their obvious extreme transhumanism, there's something more than meets the eye.
>[ ] "You know who the MGH dealers are?"
>[ ] Contemplate the implications of this. What sort of fucked up shit could it take to make MGH to that extent? And if drugs are shit, then for someone to use MGH would put them beyond redemption.
>[ ] Commence loathing and putting this on our targets shitlist for when we become Kingpin.

>>3170326
>>[X] "You know who the MGH dealers are?"
>>[X] "Why are you even here right now?"
>>[X] Focus your mind on the U-men. Besides their obvious extreme transhumanism, there's something more than meets the eye.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>[ ] Contemplate the implications of this. What sort of fucked up shit could it take to make MGH to that extent? And if drugs are shit, then for someone to use MGH would put them beyond redemption.
>[ ] Commence loathing and putting this on our targets shitlist for when we become Kingpin.

>[X] "Why are you even here right now?"

>[X] "You know who the MGH dealers are?"
>[X] "Why are you even here right now?"
>[X] Focus your mind on the U-men. Besides their obvious extreme transhumanism, there's something more than meets the eye.

>(1/2)

MGH is a drug you can't just let be sold on your streets. It could power up small-time gangsters looking to get a foothold in your city. All that military grade weaponry you got won't do much if your enemy is bulletproof

"You know who the MGH dealers are?"

Felon shakes his head.

"Nah, I've seen it being slang on the streets though and stood guard during a drug deal with the U-men."

Clucking your tongue, you raise an eyebrow at the mutant.

"How do you not know who deals it if you've done work for them?"

Bobby sighs.

"A friend hooked me up. I knew not to ask and I knew he wouldn't answer even if I did. He was already putting himself at risk hooking a human passing mutant brother like me up but he knew I needed the cash."

A groan escapes your lips.

"Why are you even here right now?"

Felon blinks.

"You brought me here and made me join your gang against my free will."

You glare into the man's eyes.

"No, why are you even here right now?"

The mutant stares back into yours.

"Because you're letting me live? Because my momma gave birth to me? Because I'm a mutant?"

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>(2/2)

You raise a palm to your face.

"Are you always stupid or are you just hung over?"

Felon raises both his hands up.

"The latter but in my defense you're being pretty vague right now."

Sliding your hand off your face, you sigh.

"I mean, why haven't you left?"

The small time thug lowers his hands.

"Oh, that's what you meant; I haven't left because I don't think I could make my way home hungover."

You lean on the warehouse wall and cluck your tongue.

If you knew you wouldn't be talking in circles with his dumb ass, you would probably press on and bitch talk him some more. Besides that, there are more important things to think about.

You close all three of your eyes and focus your mind on the U-men.

Succinct, vivd memories that are not your own flood your mind once again: photos of operating tables, bribe records, reports of caged mutants, grainy footage of the men in submarine-like armor fighting the X-men, entranced followers, curious masses, and John Sublime, a strange almost alien-like yet charismatic man.

Opening your eyes, you let out a hum.

The U-men are extreme all right. Advocating transhumanism is one thing, kidnapping, bribing, experimenting, and brainwashing is another. Kingpin never learned how they do that last one, though he couldn't help but feels somewhat mesmerized when he met Sublime in person to talk about what the U-men did behind closed doors. The two agreed to stay out of each other's way so long as they didn't dip into one another's line of business with the U-men's being Mutant Town besides the whole transuhumanism through crime thing.

>[ ] "What was the name of the friend who hooked you up with that job?"
>[ ] Make your way outside and backflip onto the warehouse roof. You should relax for once and focus on all this new crazy shit some other time.
>[ ] Pull out your burner and call Silvio, it's good to check in and you've got plans to set as well as questions to ask.
>[ ] Take out your phone and dial in Sublime's number. You don't know if it's still his but it's worth a try.
>[ ] Kill Felon, you want to see if his soul pops out.
>[ ] Devour Felon, he's served his purpose.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3170706
>[ ] "What was the name of the friend who hooked you up with that job?"
>[ ] Pull out your burner and call Silvio, it's good to check in and you've got plans to set as well as questions to ask.
>[ ] Make your way outside and backflip onto the warehouse roof. You should relax for once and focus on all this new crazy shit some other time.
In that order. Knowing Felon's friend's name can be useful in the future, and Silvio would know more about these organizations and shit. Then we can RELAX

>>3170706
>[X] "What was the name of the friend who hooked you up with that job?"
>[X] Take out your phone and dial in Sublime's number. You don't know if it's still his but it's worth a try.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>[ ] Pull out your burner and call Silvio, it's good to check in and you've got plans to set as well as questions to ask.
>[ ] Make your way outside and backflip onto the warehouse roof. You should relax for once and focus on all this new crazy shit some other time

>[ ] Pull out your burner and call Silvio, it's good to check in and you've got plans to set as well as questions to ask.
>[ ] Make your way outside and backflip onto the warehouse roof. You should relax for once and focus on all this new crazy shit some other time

>>3170706
>>3170713
>>[X] "What was the name of the friend who hooked you up with that job?"
>>[X] Pull out your burner and call Silvio, it's good to check in and you've got plans to set as well as questions to ask.
>>[X] Make your way outside and backflip onto the warehouse roof. You should relax for once and focus on all this new crazy shit some other time.
Yeah, this.

>[X] "What was the name of the friend who hooked you up with that job?"
>[X] Pull out your burner and call Silvio, it's good to check in and you've got plans to set as well as questions to ask.
>[X] Make your way outside and backflip onto the warehouse roof. You should relax for once and focus on all this new crazy shit some other time.

>(1/2)

While you do want to get in contact with the U-Men, it's probably not wise to do that until you get some financial backing so you have leverage over their organization. You might piss the legion of zealous transhumanists with power armor off if you say the wrong thing to their leader and your crew's not exactly equipped with the appropriate gear yet. You can bring it up with Silvio and discuss a plan of action regarding your inheritance.

First, getting a lead on an MGH supplier.

"What was the name of the friend who hooked you up with that job?"

The small-time thug lays fully back down on the Bratva crate.

"DeShawn."

You sit back upright.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

Once again, Felon pushes his upper body up.

"What? You know him?"

You shake your head.

"No, that name is fucking ridiculous."

Bobby clucks his tongue.

"Don't be a self-hating black man, brother."

You twitch as that last word leaves the dumb bitch ass' mouth.

>(2/2)

Felon blinks.

"What?...Wha-"

Snarling, you grab hold of the man by the collar of his shirt and pull him in close.

"Let's get one thing straight, you small-time street trash. I. Am. Not. Your. Brother. We are not and nowhere near the goddamn fucking same or kin because of the similar shades of our skin. Before you or any other worthless coon nigger called me brother, I was a mutt they wanted to put down. Then I grew these horns and suddenly I'm part of the family because I have all the power along with their meaningless lives in my hands." You let out a laugh. "I killed everyone who said the same thing you did and who insinuated I had an obligation towards them." You pull him in closer. "Are you telling me I have to think of every black person as family and not feel like adding a prefix to a name just to make it seem special is retarded just because the shade of my skin is similar to theirs?"

The mutant cowers in sweet smelling fear.

"...N-n-no."

You let go of Felon's collar and hop off the Bratva crate.

"Good, I'm tired of you right now."

Pulling out your burner phone, you walk towards the entrance of the warehouse and dial in Silvio's number.

The line drones twice before breaking as you step out into the fresh air.

"Hello, to whom am I talking to?" A familiar grizzled voice asks.

You backflip towards the warehouse, landing on your back with a somewhat loud thud.

"Hey, it's me, old man."

A grunt rumbles through the phone's speaker.

"I honestly don't know who else I expect; what can I help you with, Don?"

You take in a deep breathe as you stare up into the cloudy sky.

There's a few things you could go over but relaxing sounds really good right now especially after what just happened.

>[ ] "At the end of the month, I want you to host that news conference and present Kingpin's will."
>[ ] "Tell me how Sofia is doing; did she have to clean up her mess in the kitchen?"
>[ ] "Do you know anything about the U-Men?"
>[ ] "You can help me kill time."
>[ ] "How are you?"
>[ ] Write In.

>>3171179
>[ ] "How are you?"
Because Silvio is nice and he deserves mad respect.
>[ ] "Do you know anything about the U-Men?"
Our newfound info off of the small-time retard might open up a new avenue for us to gain power or crush unsavory opposition.
>[ ] Update Silvio on Triads situation and the 50% arrangement with Golden Tigers.

While not exactly late, I'm a bit tired out. I'll close voting and update tomorrow morning my time (UTC-8).

So are timeskips a thing you guys are down for? Like, maybe a few interactions per day, a few training rolls, and some choices that decide what your borough holders do? There's only a few things left for you to take care of.

>>3171400
>So are timeskips a thing you guys are down for?
In general, yeah.

Oh, an before I forget again, you all the anons worried that Logan or somebody could detect, or even prpve, that we were in the room when Kingpin died, a couple things:
He was killed by a high powered rifle from a local distance away. Being in the room when he died means we didn't kill him.
At worst, we're guilty of fleeing the scene of a murder, understandably so.
Afterall, Fisk, after seeing us on the news, reached out to us because of our father, snuck us into the building to avoid legal issues, had something big to tell us, some angry lawyer barged in, and then everyone in the room got shot. We healed, they didn't. We panicked and fled.
Boom.

>>3171400
Yes completely. It would help the pacing a bit I feel.
>>3171453 has the right idea, though I imagine Logan's sense of smell may not be admissable in court. Also we could just paint him as a racist.

>>3171210
support

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] "How are you?"
>[X] "Do you know anything about the U-Men?"
>[X] Update Silvio on Triads situation and the 50% arrangement with Golden Tigers.

You doubt the old man knows much about the U-Men other than their public face and mission statement but it couldn't hurt to pry. He or one of his men might have noticed some illegal activity conducted by certain men in submariner suits.

First things first, though: showing respect to your elders.

"How are you?"

Silvio lets out a deep hum.

"I'm doing well, Don. The weather hasn't changed just yet and I have no unsavory business to attend to. There's nothing for me to do besides spending time with my granddaughter and fulfilling my responsibilities as your subservient and advisor."

A hum of your own rumbles in your throat.

Sounds a lot like the peaceful life a lot of people would kill for. Not one you want but one you can somewhat understand: a lot of people grow old and retire from the things they used to do in their youth to focus on their legacy or progeny, which is most people's legacy. Dan kept at it until the end and left both you and Marcus to carry on with him, though.

"Do you know anything about the U-Men?"

The old man pauses for a moment.

"Only that they're an organization of transhumanist fanatics with a surprising amount of funding and corporate investment."

You stretch your body out.

At least you know he doesn't know much about them now.

"Oh, by the way, Yangsi Gonshi and the Dragon Lords are no more. All of Lower Manhattan is under the Golden Tiger's control and I'm getting a 50% cut of what comes out of the place monthly."

Silvio laughs.

"Good job, Don. You now have a connection to the mainland Triads in Hong Kong. Whenever your ready, try asking the leader of Golden Tiger for their contacts in the real Triads. Allies are never bad to have. Is there anything else you need, Don?"

You hum.

>[ ] "At the end of the month, I want you to host that news conference and present Kingpin's will."
>[ ] "Tell me how Sofia is doing; did she have to clean up her mess in the kitchen?"
>[ ] "Have you watched the news about a certain fat man?
>[ ] "You can help me kill time."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3172935
>[ ] "Have you watched the news about a certain fat man?
I'm curious what the current story is with that. Suspects and the like.

>>3172935
>>[X] "At the end of the month, I want you to host that news conference and present Kingpin's will."

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>[ ] "Have you watched the news about a certain fat man?

>>[X] "At the end of the month, I want you to host that news conference and present Kingpin's will."

>[X] "Have you watched the news about a certain fat man?"

>(1/2)

Broadcasted news of the incident is bound to be flooding the TV stations by now if it didn't already take over the early morning news. The assassination of a mogul tycoon in his own penthouse with the bodies of his security force splattered over the ground is something that should not go away easily for better and possibly for worse for you. Plus, they might have proposed or uncovered bits of "evidence" by now.

A grin spreads across your face.

"Have you watched the news about a certain fat man?"

Silvio lets out a hum of his own in confirmation.

"Yes I have, Don: it was one of the first things airing when I turned on my television."

You narrow your eyes slightly.

"Did they propose any suspects or uncover any evidence?"

The old man grunts.

"Not quite: the list of enemies the man made known corporate and somewhat known criminal is far too long to narrow it to any one group of people or one person. Unfortunately, my name is on that list of somewhat known criminals. However, it's next to over two dozen other names. As for evidence, none has been uncovered so far or at least, told to the news."

>(2/2)

Your eyes go from slightly narrow to slightly widened.

"Well that's somewhat unfortunate and fortunate to hear."

Silvio sighs.

"The moment I step out of my house, I'm likely to get ambushed by some reporters. I never liked that back when I was considered a celebrity despite my profession and position. Sofia hasn't ever endured it before, but her father had to deal with that unpleasantness coming of age. With the new school year a week and a half away, buying her back to school supplies will be harder and even more awkward than it already is."

Blinking, you raise an eyebrow at the open sky.

"Is that what I'm going to have to deal with when I get my inheritance?"

An 'mmmhhhhmm' rumbles through the burner speaker.

"That and courtesans; take my advice, Don, find yourself a beard if you don't already have a lover. Make sure she's aggressive and protective or can at least act like it. A majority of women are unaccustomed to direct confrontation and will leave you in peace if they know there's a chance they'll draw the ire of such a forthright woman. If I never met my beloved, I would have likely made a grave mistake that led to the collapse of my empire before it's time came."

You stare blankly out into the clouds.

Whether or not the old man is being serious or fucking with you is an absolute mystery to you right now. There's some truth to what he's saying: Ren doesn't exactly fare well when it comes to Alex's forward behavior. You've never been in the public light in any shape or form so you can't really tell if there's real wisdom to what the man's saying.

>[ ] "...I only know one and a half women like that and the half hates me while the other is more likely to invite those 'courtesans' in for...Well, you know."
>[ ] "...At the end of the month, I want you to host that news conference and present Kingpin's will."
>[ ] "...Tell me how Sofia is doing; did she have to clean up her mess in the kitchen?"
>[ ] "...Are you telling me whores are going to throw themselves at me?"
>[ ] Write In.

>>3173402
>[ ] "...At the end of the month, I want you to host that news conference and present Kingpin's will."
Should probably handle the wanted criminal thing. And the non person thing too.

>>3173402
this >>3173792

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] "...At the end of the month, I want you to host that news conference and present Kingpin's will."

May as well move on to the next somewhat logical related subject while you can to get it over with and move on to other things.

"...At the end of the month, I want you to host that news conference and present Kingpin's will."

Silvio hums.

"I'll get to making the arrangements then. Do you have a particular time in mind?"

You shake your head as much as you can with your horns scraping the cement roof.

"No, but maybe an hour or two after 5:00PM so everyone coming home from work can get to watch. It's not important at all. Just want to have that air of mystery, confusion, and surprise from the words in Kingpin's will burned into everyone's minds."

The line lays silent for a moment.

"Will do, Don. Any specific news outlets minor or major you want to invite or exclude?"

Shrugging, you glance at the phone from the corner of your eye.

"Invite everyone you can. I'm sure every paper, news station, and freelance reporter won't pass up a press conference hosted by Silvermane himself just after Wilson Fisk was assassinated. After your first, I'm sure the few stragglers that might not have gone will go to the second."

A small laugh crackles through the burner.

"Do you want me to personally introduce you or do you want to make a dramatic entrance for the second one, Don?"

You smile.

"I'll decide after the first one when I make up my mind on what kind of impression I want to leave on everyone."

The old man hums.

"Is there anything else you need or are we done here, Don?"

A hum of your own rumbles in your throat.

>[ ] "Tell me how Sofia is doing; did she have to clean up her mess in the kitchen?"
>[ ] "...Can you explain to me what it's like to have or be a family?"
>[ ] "Is Tombstone still in town? I could use his contact number."
>[ ] "You can help me kill time."
>[ ] "Nope, we're done."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3174235
>[ ] "Is Tombstone still in town? I could use his contact number."
>[ ] "Nope, we're done. Say hi to Sofia for me, I mean it."

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] "Is Tombstone still in town? I could use his contact number."
>[X] "Nope, we're done. Say hi to Sofia for me, I mean it."

While White Dragon was an excellent martial artist and good bruiser, he was a recently dethroned gang leader. Tombstone has more experience being an enforcer and also has a professional attitude about it. You'll probably have to deal with a needy fighting obsessed underling who views you as his combat master, of which you are in multiple ways but the one he would likely want.

"Is Tombstone still in town? I could use his contact number."

The ruffling of hair fuzzes through the burner speaker.

"He is." Silvio clucks his tongue. "Excuse me for a moment, Don."

A high-pitched 'eep' crackles through the line.

"Granddad, why are you covering my ears?" One familiar female child voice says.

Silvio lets out a laugh.

"Lonnie's contact number is Six-Four-Seven-Seven-Eight-Nine-One-Zero-Five-One. He told me he was going to see his daughter so he might preoccupied. Let him enjoy his time with her while he can, Don."

The girl giggles in the background.

"Grandaddy, you're talking to the new Don, aren't you?"

Grumbling, you practically feel the old man pull his phone closer to him.

"Are you going to need anything else...Don?" Silvio whispers.

You chuckle.

"Nope, we're done. Say hi to Sofia for me, I mean it." Moving your thumb over the end-call button, you press down on it.

That was a fun and productive phone call.

>[ ] Kip-up and take off to the old warehouse, you've got unfinished business there and will probably never finish it.
>[ ] Stand up and hop to the old squat, you don't like it but you're going to have to deal with it eventually.
>[ ] Tuck in your burner and sky watch until everyone comes back, that's enough business for one day.
>[ ] Dial in Tombstone's number, you didn't ask for it just to use it some other time.
>[ ] Put in Sublime's number, maybe you can work something out with him.
>[ ] Write In.

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

Soon...oh so very soon....then even sooner...

>>3174912
>>[x] Tuck in your burner and sky watch until everyone comes back, that's enough business for one day.

>>3174912
>[ ] Tuck in your burner and sky watch until everyone comes back, that's enough business for one day.
Get some sun energy thanks to our third eye.

Voting closed; writing now.
>>3176246
>Get some sun energy thanks to our third eye.
not how that works...yet

>[X] Tuck in your burner and sky watch until everyone comes back, that's enough business for one day.

Talking with Sublime can wait another time as can hiring Tombstone to be part of your crew. You've taken care of enough business for one day. There is no reason for you to go on a conquest spree like you did yesterday and the day before that. For once, you can sit back and do nothing while everyone else does all the boring work for you.

You slide your phone into your pants pocket and move your free hand under your head.

Clouds of numerous sizes and shapes slowly float across the skies above you as the sun beats down from on high.

The minuscule yet seemingly infinite streams of energy become visible as you stare long enough above.

Eventually, the sun and the blue sky lower, dim, and change into a beautiful auburn purple before giving way to the gleaming moon and the shining void of space.

No matter how dark or bright, the world is always glittering now thanks to your third eye.

A hum rumbles in your throat as you watch the faint yet visible sparks of sunlight shine wisp from the moon.

You wonder if your own soul shines like a star through your third eye, sending invisible yet visible light out into the universe. It would never be seen by any astral perceiving aliens anytime soon but maybe in several millions of light-years, if you aren't one of the few that can perceive the supernatural.

The thoughts on your mind are broken by a familiar yet unfamiliar dial coming from the cell in your pocket.

Raising an eyebrow, you take out the burner and press down on the green phone button.

"Who is this?"

No one outside of those who've taken the effort to memorize the incoming phone number would have the number of this burner.

A somewhat familiar voice creeps through the burner speaker.

"Arturo and Nigel are dead or have been for a while now: I killed them a few hours ago and decided I'd have dinner to celebrate. Caught up with an old friend with a lot of questions I couldn't provide answers to afterward. You're going to have to watch out for him with all the trouble he gave your predecessor. Now, do you have my payment and a private location we can meet?"

You blink.

It completely escaped your mind that you hired Bullseye and scheduled a meet with Lady Deathstrike later tonight.

>[ ] "Hunts Point, 600-698 Manida Street between Randall Avenue and Spofford Avenue. Be careful of my scouts and don't be overtly hostile or they'll shoot you."
>[ ] "Meet me where I first contacted you in person. Expect company but don't be hostile: you know her."
>[ ] "The two of us will meet tomorrow morning. I've got other business to attend to."
>[ ] "Who's this old friend of yours?"
>[ ] Write In.

>>3176696
>[ ] "Meet me where I first contacted you in person. Expect company but don't be hostile: you know her."
>[ ] "Who's this old friend of yours?"
Getting Lady Deathstrike together with Bullseye might be an interesting combination. Hopefully they'll be fine meeting at the same time as us.

>>3176990
Ditto

>>3176696
Wait, Holy shit Magneto's dead. That means we're the next villain being set up

Voting closed; writing now.
>>3177078
Whatever do you mean?

>[X] "Who's this old friend of yours?"
>[X] "Meet me where I first contacted you in person. Expect company but don't be hostile: you know her."

You've told more than enough sketchy outsiders the location of your base. Best to meet the master assassin at the park: you can kill two birds with stone there. It would have been good to have Ren with you, but she's being way more helpful taking over Manhattan for you right now.

Before you do any of that, you should really know who the hell was capable of giving the fatass trouble.

"Who's this old friend of yours?"

A throaty laugh rumbles through the burner's speakers.

"The Devil of Hell's Kitchen, Daredevil; you're bound to have heard of him from word of mouth, papers, or news reports."

You blink as memories that are not yours flood your mind.

"Uh-huh, you killed his girlfriend, didn't you? The whore in red? Never thanked you for that."

Bullseye hums.

"You know Elektra? Don't thank me just yet: somehow she came back. I know its crazy but she really is."

Nodding, you let out a hum of your own.

"I know, probably going to have to have you rectify that in the future."

The master assassin laughs again.

"It'd be my pleasure. Might have to give you a discount or make it free on account of it being a job I've failed once before. Though, speaking of pay, do you have mine and a meet?"

You stand yourself up, walk to the edge of the rooftop, and take a step over it, letting yourself fall back to the ground.

"Meet me where I first contacted you in person. Expect company but don't be hostile: you know her."

Bullseye hums in confirmation and out of curiosity.

"Will do, I'll be there in about a half hour."

Glaring at the burner from the corner of your eye, you move your thumb over the red phone button and press down on it before the professional killer can.

You let out a sigh as you tuck in your phone again.

Relaxation time is over, for now.

>[ ] Hop to the park, the others can handle being alone in the warehouse without you and may as well chill there until Bullseye or Lady Deathstrike shows up, if she hasn't already.
>[ ] Jump to the second floor and change your clothes, your fabulous self can't go out looking a fucking bum.
>[ ] Take out your burner and call Lady Deathstrike, checking in to see if she's there wouldn't hurt.
>[ ] Pick up one of the dufflebags on the round-table, you can't go without the man's payment.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3177361
>clothes fix
>dufflebag money
>get over there

>>3177420
Ditto

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] Jump to the second floor and change your clothes, your fabulous self can't go out looking a fucking bum.
>[X] Pick up one of the dufflebags on the round-table, you can't go without the man's payment.
>[X] Hop to the park, the others can handle being alone in the warehouse without you and may as well chill there until Bullseye or Lady Deathstrike shows up, if she hasn't already.

A man like you can't just be hopping around town or arriving at important meetings looking like a homeless street rat that just got done ripping someone's throat out with their teeth. It's fine being around the others dressed this way because they know you and you trust them to never tell anyone in fear of your retribution. You'd probably let Marcus off with a slap on the wrist, though.

Putting your weight on your heel, you spin around to face the warehouse entrance.

The very much awake, sober, and bored members in your gag that were left behind are either conversing, arm-wrestling, or nodding off next to each other.

You walk in much to their surprise and wave as they wave to you. As you make your way towards the ladders, you notice a distinct lack of a bitch ass black mutant and a less prominent scent of his bitch nigga ass.

Someone either decided to get some fresh air or get himself killed by you.

Clucking your tongue, you jump up to the sleepyhead populated second floor and hop over the dozing gangbangers to the gear bag area.

You pull aside your minotaur stickered duffel bag, zip it open, pull out a whole set of clothes, and zip it shut before slipping out of your bloodstained rags into another red shirt and pair of black slacks.

It takes you under half a minute to hop back down to the first floor, swipe a duffel bag of cash, wave at everyone as you walk out, and take off hopping to the meeting spot.

You cut through the air of Hunts Point, Soundview, Unionport, Throggs Neck, and above Whitestone Bridge into Queens.

Landing on the cement bridge road, you look left to the park beneath.

A strange green rune shines at the middle of the clearing you met Bullseye at. It's presence, appearance, and placement in the air screams that it should not exist but it does.

You feel a primordial wonder wash over all that you are.

Reality itself has warped, shifted, and been rewrote for that sigil to be.

>[ ] Close your material eyes and pour out into the world through your third, your meatbag's eyes perceive and understand far too little.
>[ ] Hop down to it, you can't help but feel like engulfing it and unveiling its design.
>[ ] Get the fuck away, you don't know what it is but you know better than to tamper with what you don't understand. (Will Roll, +4 Modifier, DC16)
>[ ] Take out your burner and warn Bullseye as well as Lady Deathstrike, they need to know the meet isn't safe.
>[ ] Write In.

Late. Will close voting and update tomorrow morning my time (UTC-8)

hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe

>>3177942
>>[X] Close your material eyes and pour out into the world through your third, your meatbag's eyes perceive and understand far too little.
Hmmmm
>>3177971
HMMMMMMMMMMMM

>>3177942
>[ ] Close your material eyes and pour out into the world through your third, your meatbag's eyes perceive and understand far too little.
the fuck is this weird reality warper bullshit

>>3177982
Should we bother calling Bullseye and Deathstrike and tell them to stay the fuck away from this place, suggest somewhere else?

>>3178046
We don't know if it's dangerous, if it's dangerous for other people or if we can't deal with it. I say we don't waste more time and let them come.

Voting closed; writing now.

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>[X] Close your material eyes and pour out into the world through your third, your meatbag's eyes perceive and understand far too little.

It shouldn't exist yet it is. For all intents and purposes, its a violation of reason and manipulation of cosmic elements. Maybe you'd leave it alone if you didn't have this strange feeling of overwhelming curiosity putting your natural caution on standby.

You must understand.

Closing your material eyes, your essence flows out into the world through your open third.

That which is you encompasses your vessel, the space beneath its feet, part of the bridge, and all of the park including the rune in a globe of itself.

As that which is you confines the sigil, its nature bleeds into you.

Some strange being, mortal yet touched by the eternity of familiar yet alien entities, has manipulated and twisted the space composing the mark to impart an image in his mind of the surrounding area tailored to your essence.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G4oMpi0DTZ4

You open your eyes and cluck your tongue as the rune dissipates with something else forming where it was.

In an array of colorful bright lights and sparks, the shape of a man takes place before fully materializing into someone wearing far-eastern clothes and a gaudy vampire-like cloak.

Whoever or whatever this person is, he's strange.

>[ ] Leap down to the man, may as well see what he wants. It's not like he can hurt you: you can eat souls for fuck's sake and his power seems to be reliant on something else unlike yours.
>[ ] Shut your material eyes again and let yourself flow back out through your third, you can study and uncover his nature more accurately this way.
>[ ] Close your eyes, solidify your essence, and project your soul from your body, show this pathetic reality weaver what the real thing's like.
>[ ] Jump up in the air and crush the man in your descent, it's better you get this over with quickly so you can go about your business.
>[ ] Take out your burner and warn Bullseye as well as Lady Deathstrike, they need to know the meet isn't safe.
>[ ] Hop away, this guy screams complications.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3178840
>Call assassins, tell them to hold off on coming here just yet
>Jump down, casually stroll up to the guy
>"Hey how's it going?"
>"Who are you and what's with that reality warping bullshit?"