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>>3359320
>>[X] Shut your material eyes and flow out into the world through your third, it 'sees' literally everything it encompasses.

Late. Will close voting and update tomorrow morning my time (UTC-8) before class if I have time.

pink id please

>>3359320
>[ ] Shut your material eyes and flow out into the world through your third, it 'sees' literally everything it encompasses.

>>3359473
Ditto
>>3359628
Man, I was a little worried for a bit

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>>3359651
>Man, I was a little worried for a bit
worried about what?

>[X] Shut your material eyes and flow out into the world through your third, it 'sees' literally everything it encompasses.

Sniffing around would only leave you with a few difficulties skulking around and focusing on your mission. While your third eye does perceive everything it encompasses, it cannot be distracted or overwhelmed by the prominence of anything. An erection is the last thing you need right now.

Closing your material eyes, you let your essence flow out of your third.

That which is you engulfs your meat puppet, the whorehouse around it, and the entire surrounding area in a distance of over two blocks in every direction, forming a wide invisible globe.

Opening your eyes, a small hum rumbles in your throat.

You can access two rooms connected to this one without alerting everyone in the building.

Most of the bitches are in the 'living' room and are very likely to see you if you try to outright snatch one of them.

It's possible for you to carve your way into both isolated sex rooms connected to this one but you'll have to be more quiet than you were sculpting your way into this one.

Raising a hand to your chin, you focus on the various cleaning utensils in your current room.

Causing a small ruckus might draw a whore into here or at least get one to send a guard over. One of them might know where the boss bitch is but you doubt that they would. Hired muscle typically don't know anything important.

Besides all those options, you can just bust out of here into the full room of defenseless men and women with weapons that can't hurt you and interrogate one of them until they give you the information you need. Good chance one of the bitches in the adjacent rooms might call the boss bitch and warn her, though.

It's your call.

>[ ] Sculpt out an enrance in the wall to your right, the lone bitch in there is just dozing her lingerie wearing ass off.
>[ ] Carve into the wall to your left, two bitches are waiting inside for someone but not looking at your direction.
>[ ] Knock some shit around, maybe one of the bitches does her own dirty work without relying on men.
>[ ] Go loud, no one can hide or outrun you.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3360205
>>[ ] Sculpt out an enrance in the wall to your right, the lone bitch in there is just dozing her lingerie wearing ass off.

>>3360205
This >>3360221

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>[X] Sculpt out an entrance in the wall to your right, the lone bitch in there is just dozing her lingerie wearing ass off.

Going after the stray bitch is the safer option among the others. Two bitches are more likely to notice the sound of cement cracking and collapsing while a sleepy bitch gives you time to come in and incapacitate her as she wakes up. Doing this the loud way means your prey may escape.

A super assassin crime king such as yourself does not let his prey escape or get off without so much of a scratch.

Cracking your fingers, you turn to the cement wall to your right.

Not the most sanitary material for you to work with but you can make do.

Digging a finger into the gravel, you begin to practice your sculpting again.

Several minutes pass by until you once again have a carved entranceway.

You dust off your hands before pushing on the chiseled cement.

The cast of concrete easily pops out of place and falls down in the other room.

A displeased groan emanates from the other side.

Creeping your way in, you turn to your right to see the sleepy bitch awakening.

Sleepy bitch slowly rises up and raises her hands to rub her eyes.

A grin spreads across your face.

She has no idea what's going on.

Now is your chance.

>[ ] Pounce on her and cover her mouth, she can answer your questions with head gestures and head gestures only.
>[ ] Knock her out and take her to the roof, you can't afford to have her make any noise inside here.
>[ ] Creep to the corner of the room and wait for her to get her bearings, its funnier this way.
>[ ] Sit down beside her, surprising her might be worth the alarming scream.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3360337
>[ ] Pounce on her and cover her mouth, she can answer your questions with head gestures and head gestures only.
No outing us. We get info about the boss bitch and get out.

Going to go to class. Will close voting and update when I get back.

>>3360406
Ditto
I can’t wait till it turns out we have different psychic powers

Don't you just love it when you take the wrong bus and end up on the opposite side of town where you live?

I don't.

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>[X] Pounce on her and cover her mouth, she can answer your questions with head gestures and head gestures only.

There's no way you're going to risk your target escaping for shits and giggles. As soon as you find that bitch, then you can start with the fucking around. Not literal fucking because all pimps, whether female or male, are disgusting and have had the clap at least once in their life. Besides that, you'll probably fuck her to death, which is a fate no shitty pimp or anyone really is deserving or worthy enough to go out to.

Exerting yourself against the ground, you pounce towards the bitch with a hand aimed at covering her mouth.

Sleepy bitch removes her hands from her eyes only to be put back down on the sex bed.

Raising a finger to your lips, you shush the girl as she screams a muffled cry for help into your hands.

"If you don't stay quiet, I'm going to kill you." You lower your finger. "Nod if you understand and shake your head if you don't, be warned I'll kill if you don't understand."

The shivering bitch stops her screaming and slowly nods her head.

A pleased hum rumbles in your throat.

"Do you know where your boss is? Shake your head for no and nod for yes."

Whimpering, the bitch shakes her head.

You raise an eyebrow.

"Are you lying to me?"

Once again, the shaky bitch shakes her head.

Shaking your own head, you let out a sigh.

It's obvious she's lying or too loyal to her alpha bitch pimp to give her up.

"Do you know anyone who does?"

A dis-confirming hum escapes the bitch's throat.

You cluck your tongue.

Now she is definitely lying to you or completely new and dressed all fancy because this is some kind of fetish focused whorehouse. All experienced bitches know the bottom bitch and adhere to said bitch. Said bitch also is the pimp bitch's top bitch who follows them around like a pet dog or cat only for sex. Only newcomer bitches wouldn't immediately point to the bottom bitch.

>[ ] "You know, I wanted to fuck your bitch of a boss but I guess I'll just settle for fucking you. Hope you like it rough, I'm not one for lube and I always break my fuck toys in like a Roman."
>[ ] "Do I look like some punk ass who doesn't know the streets? Either you tell me the truth or I'm gonna have a crusty hobo rape your bitch ass."
>[ ] "I wonder how soft your skin will be when I peel it off and sew it into a long-sleeve shirt."
>[ ] "...Do you have any idea who I am? You're new to this aren't, you?"
>[ ] Break off one of her painted finger nails, it'll hurt her artistic heart.
>[ ] Snap one of her fingers, the pain will give her perspective.
>[ ] Kill the bitch, she's being an uncooperative bitch.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3361157
>tell me, do I look like a bitch?
“What”
> Do. I. Look. Like. A. Bitch.
>if you don’t tell me what I want, I’ll take all the skin off your hands, feet, and legs then make you run through the streets
>I don’t know how many nerve endings are in your feet, but I think we could have a lot of fun finding them all together
Put one finger’s nail/claw right in front of her eyes

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>[X] "Tell me, do I look like a bitch?"
>[X] "Do. I. Look. Like. A. Bitch?"
>[X] "If you don’t tell me what I want, I’ll take all the skin off your hands, feet, and legs then make you run through the streets. I don’t know how many nerve endings are in your feet, but I think we could have a lot of fun finding them all together."

Intimidation and persuasion are always the best ways to extract information. Torture can be effective but that often leads to the tortured leading the torturer and his team into wild goose chases or traps as well as the spread of misinformation. You use torture for punishment, enjoyment, and to send messages. Coercion utilizing the threat of torture is always effective, though.

"Tell me, do I look like a bitch?"

The bitch lets out a muffled 'What?' into your hand.

You glare into fancy bitch's brown eyes.

"Do. I. Look. Like. A. Bitch?"

Whimpering, Dumb Bitch shakes her head.

A grin spreads across your face.

"If you don’t tell me what I want, I’ll take all the skin off your hands, feet, and legs then make you run through the streets. I don’t know how many nerve endings are in your feet, but I think we could have a lot of fun finding them all together."

Ms. Bitch's shivering intensifies nearly to the level of spasms.

You let out a small laugh.

"That's the look I was hoping for. Can you imagine it? Complete and utter agony; the burning, stinging pain coursing through every fiber of your being. No matter how much you cry, scream, or shake, it just won't st-"

A familiar, savory sweet smell causes your nose to twitch as the feeling of a warm, moist slippery thing writhes against the palm of your hand covering the bitch's now red face.

Blinking, you look down at the bitch's heaving chest and nudging hips before looking back up at the bitch.

It seems as though you caught yourself another one of those freaky bitches not quite on Alex's level but still pretty kinky.

You groan as the bitch moans into your hand.

Torture is exactly the kind of thing she would respond far too well to.

>[ ] "Tell you what, if you tell me where your bitch ass boss pimp is, I'll introduce you to someone who will dominate you and torture you for as long as you'd like...just don't fuck them and we're good."
>[ ] "I don't get you masochists. Sure, pain can feel good but it leaves you...numb. Numb to absolutely everything to the point someone can break your arm and you wouldn't feel anything."
>[ ] "Maybe in another world or at another time, you'd be the perfect lay for me but I've been chaste as of late."
>[ ] "Keep this up and I won't break your fingernails off or rip the skin off your fingertips."
>[ ] "Nevermind, I'm just going to kill you if you don't tell me what I want to know."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3361627
>tell me where she is and you can come with me and I’ll introduce you to someone I think you’ll like

Late. Will close voting and update tomorrow morning my time if I have some before class.

How you guys doing?

>>3361627
this >>3361806

>>3361903
Allergies is hell

I'm back.

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>[X] "Tell you what, if you tell me where your bitch ass boss pimp is, I'll introduce you to someone who will dominate you and torture you for as long as you'd like...just don't fuck them and we're good."

Alex does love it whenever you bring her gifts and that trip to Queens brought her mood down. Handing over a kinky masochist to her loving cold knife holding hands would do wonders for her mood. Of course, she'll have to take the bitch out whenever she wants to play with her: you don't want blood all over your warehouse or screams echoing in it.

You breathe in and sigh.

"Tell you what, if you tell me where your bitch ass boss pimp is, I'll introduce you to someone who will dominate you and torture you for as long as you'd like...just don't fuck them and we're good."

Kinky Bitch rapidly nods her head.

"Mhmhmmh, mmh mhhmhmh mhmhmh mhmhm, mhhm!"

Blinking, you raise an eyebrow at the bitch.

"I'm going to take my hand off your mouth and you are going to repeat what you said clearly and quietly or you'll die."

The bitch moans as you take your hand off her mouth.

"I'll tell you, she's at the Ferkauf Graduate School of Psychology, ask around for Mr. Wilson."

You shoot the bitch a look.

"Bitch, are you trying to play me? Why would a professor know a pimp?"

She shrugs.

"Rumors say he taught the boss psychology, fucked her a bit, and still gives her calls. I heard about it from one of mommy Shaniquea's bottom bitches."

A disgusted groan escapes your lips.

"You seriously don't actually call her that, do you?"

Dirty Bitch shoots you a look.

"Hey, don't kink shame me."

Raising another eyebrow, you shoot a look at the dumb bitch.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Never mind, I don't need to explain myself to a bitch or hear a bitch explain herself. You are a filthy, filthy whore by design: I should know better than to be surprised of what comes out of your mouth."

The bitch parts her lips to say something but you cut her off by covering her mouth again.

A pimp practicing psychology isn't exactly unheard of. You have to get inside a bitch's mind and make her think you care about her. Lot of pimps side-step that with drugs or other forms of leverage. Their drug reliance is despicable and a sign of their uselessness but there's a respect you have towards pimps who get by with shear manipulation alone.

>[ ] "Stay here and shut up, just say Spider-man or Luke Cage broke in if they see the wall."
>[ ] "You're coming with me, I need someone to remember what's his face's name."
>[ ] "Do you have a contact number? I can make that work."
>[ ] Kill the bitch, Alex would be grossed out the moment the word mommy was said in any way shape or form near her vicinity.
>[ ] Choke out the bitch, no need to take an ass off the street you can put to work elsewhere under a different pimp.
>[ ] Get out and make your way to the school, no time to waste.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3363268
>[ ] "Do you have a contact number? I can make that work."
>[ ] "Stay here and shut up, just say Luke Cage broke in if they see the wall."
>[ ] Get out and make your way to the school, no time to waste.
We got the target, time to rush there

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>[X] "Do you have a contact number? I can make that work."
>[X] "Stay here and shut up, just say Luke Cage broke in if they see the wall."
>[X] Get out and make your way to the school, no time to waste.

You've got a location but a way to contact the head bitch would be useful. Baiting her into a trap holding her lover teacher as a hostage sounds like fun. She probably won't fall for it, though. Would be better off if you just got an address from the student fucker.

"Do you have a contact number? I can make that work."

The bitch nods.

"Mmhmm, mmhm-mhmhm-mhm mhm-mhm-mhm mmm-mmm-mhmm-hmm."

Another sigh escapes your lips.

"Repeat that clearly for me."

Once again, the bitch nods as you remove your hand from her face.

"I do, it's Nine-One-Seven Eight-Seven-Two Two-Two-Three-One."

A hum rumbles in your throat before you move off the bitch back on to the ground.

"Stay here and shut up, just say Luke Cage broke in if they see the wall."

You hear a confirming hum vibrate to your side as you creep back out the holes you made.

Hopping back up on to the rooftop, you take in a deep breath of the fresh air.

There will be just one more pimp for you to off after this.

Shifting to the direction of the graduate school, you take off into the crummy cityscape.

It takes you within a minute to land on a roof located on the school campus.

Looking down, you see small crowds of students hanging about.

A laugh escapes your lips.

You can practically taste their anxiety and uncertainty of their futures from here.

>[ ] "What up, psych undergrads! How's that burger flipping job working out for you?! Spit in some shithead customer's food yet?!"
>[ ] Make your way to the offices and ask for Wilson, they're likely to know who and where he is.
>[ ] Flip out your burner and call the boss bitch, the trap might work.
>[ ] Hop down and ask around for Mr. Wilson, couldn't hurt.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3363717
>call the boss bitch

>>3363717
>call the boss bitch
Do not drop stealth. Repeat, do NOT drop stealth.

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

I genuinely pity people who pick worthless majors. Psych's don't have it as bad as most others but still. Women's Studies and Ethnic studies majors deserve unemployment.

Ethics class is fun for all the arguments I get to hear between other students. I pity the poor bastards who are actually majoring in it, though.

Enough about me and my college life, how are you guys?

>>3363971
I’m super sick, but otherwise ok. Yeah I totally agree with you on the Majors thing, I don’t even know why people bother studying stuff like that

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>[X] Flip out your burner and call the boss bitch, the trap might work.

Can't hurt to try and bait the bitch for a trap featuring her professor lover. If she doesn't care, you can just gleam her location off of the dumbass psychologist. She might get spooked and try to run, though.

Digging a hand into your pocket, you flip out your burner phone and dial the head bitch's number.

The dial drones three times before breaking.

"What's the emergency, sugar baby?" A woman's annoyed voice asks.

A laugh escapes your lips.

"Sugar baby, really? That's what you call your bitches?"

Your burner's speakers fuzzle with the sound of a clucking tongue.

"Who the fuck is this?"

Looking up from the crowds of psych students, you focus your gaze on the other surrounding buildings.

"Someone you truly should not have fucked with."

An annoyed grunt cracks through the burner speakers.

"Black Horn."

You frown.

"I haven't heard that name in a while, doesn't fit anymore; none of them do. Feels like a really long time ago."

The bitch groans.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

Rolling your eyes, you look around at the school buildings.

No one but you and those who follow you would understand.

>[ ] "You know, I didn't have to come here personally. I could've just sent a squad of my men to burn Morris Park to the ground. This is so far below me I'm wondering why I even bothered coming here. You're like a leaf that's trying its hardest to block the windshield of a truck."
>[ ] "It's not too late to bow. Spare us all the hassle of having to deal with insubordination."
>[ ] "Give up and submit and I won't peel the skin off your muscles."
>[ ] "Which office belongs to your lover boy Wilson?
>[ ] Write In.

>>3364570
>[ ] "It's not too late to bow. Spare us all the hassle of having to deal with insubordination."
>[ ] Chuckle. "Spare me the hassle of turning your lover boy Wilson and you into a whole matching set of clothes."

>>3364630
+1
Consider going off on a tangent about the clothing.

>>3364651
yes, this too

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Got to go to class for my mid-term. Will finish writing and update when I get back.

>[X] "It's not too late to bow. Spare us all the hassle of having to deal with insubordination."
>[X] "Spare me the hassle of turning your lover boy Wilson and you into a whole matching set of clothes."
>[X] Go on a tangent about clothes, leather is a valuable and aesthetic material.

For her rebelliousness, she seems to be a capable and successful enough pimp to keep around. You'll let her off with some tax penalties if she bows but she'll keep her life and her boy toy. She might hold some resentment, though, and try to rebel again in the future to no avail. It'll be up to Ren to stop her and decide how to punish her, if that happens.

You breath in and sigh.

"It's not too late to bow. Spare us all the hassle of having to deal with insubordination." A crackling chuckle escapes your lips. "Spare me the hassle of turning your lover boy Wilson and you into a whole matching set of clothes."

The head bitch lets out a shocked grunt.

"Don't you fucking...Wait, what?"

You continue your gleeful chuckling.

"I said to spare me the hassle of turning you and your lover boy into a whole matching set of clothes."

A disgusted groan fuzzes through the burner speakers.

"That's gross."

Blinking, you shoot your disposable cell a look.

"No it's not, people wear tanned cow skin all the time."

Head Bitch clucks her tongue.

"Yeah, cow skin. Human skin is some serial killer corpse fucker ass shit."

Rolling your eyes, you look up to the sky.

"And how exactly does that make wearing cow skin any better?"

A disbelieving cry cracks through the line.

"Cows aren't people."

You groan.

"Exactly, so why does wearing their skin not disgust you while the thought of wearing human skin does?"

The bitch lets out an aggravated groan of her own.

"What the fuck are you even...Are you trying to say...You know what, never mind. This conversation is going nowhere."

A hum of agreement rumbles in your throat.

One such as her who has not realized they too are an animal will never understand the ignorance in their reasoning, hypocrisy in their preaching, and the dirty filth inside all who think themselves special.

>[ ] "You pay me more from here on out, you understand that?"
>[ ] "Which part of Wilson should I make into a belt?"
>[ ] "Just for that, I'm going to kill you."
>[ ] "Are you going to bow or not?"
>[ ] Write In.

>>3365196
>are you going to bow or not
>I do need some new clothes

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>[X] "Are you going to bow or not? I do need some new clothes."

She gets one more chance, and, if the bitch rejects it, she dies. You'll flay the skin off her muscles and sow them into leather clothes. Maybe you'll make a leather jacket out of them. Alex might want some leather pants with all the money you're going to get. It'd fit her far too well, though. Only good thing that could come from that would be teasing her on her pronounced ass, which she would probably like.

"Are you going to bow or not?" You grin. "I do need some new clothes."

A hum fuzzes through the burner speakers.

"I've heard more than enough about the shit you can do and what you've done to know I don't have much of a choice."

You shoot the burner a look.

"Then why didn't you go along with Zebra Daddy to avoid all this?"

Ms. Bitch groans in frustration.

"Haven't you ever actually met the zebra stripe and purple clothes wearing shit-eating ghetto-ass mothafucking nigga!? That coon ass pathetic excuse for a man was all over my ass! I can't have any other pimps trying to move in on my bitches. Beat that bitch ass off of my corner working bitches and out of my neighborhood. You can't trust that nigga with anything and you shouldn't. Thought you knew better than to leave anything to some two-bit pimp bitch."

Wincing, you focus back on the school buildings.

"Didn't exactly have time to put someone better on the job. Think I might kill him after I'm done with Pineapple."

The bitch breaths in through her teeth.

"I heard about what you did to one of his girls. Don't know what that hoe did to piss you off but fucking her up was a bad move. Pineapple's an old friend of mine. Maybe I can talk with him and convince him to be chill. So long as you let bygones and just keep sending your boys to collect the usual amount, I'm down to help."

You cluck your tongue.

Leave it to an opportunistic pimp bitch.

>[ ] "...You seem to be more capable and organized than Zebra Daddy is. How do you feel about taking his spot for pimp union leader? It's a formal position but one with a lot of leeway if you've got the guts for it."
>[ ] "No, I'm going to handle Pineapple and you're going to start paying 20% extra."
>[ ] "Proposition me again and I'll kill you and your boy toy."
>[ ] "Both you and your fuck boy are going to die."
>[ ] "Alright, do that and we're straight."
>[ ] Write In.

Got to go to my night class.

Will close voting and update tomorrow morning my time (UTC-8) if I have any before my morning classes.

How are you guys doing today?

>>3365764
>if you deal with Pineapple well, we can talk about things
> and you’re paying me 25% extra from now on

>>3365764
this >>3365930

Back from class and on spring break, motherfuckers!

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>[X] "If you deal with Pineapple well, we can talk about things and you’re paying me 25% extra from now on."

Obviously, you're going to take her up on her offer. Of course, you can't just let her off as if she didn't just show major disrespect to you by rejecting your envoy. Zebra Daddy may be an insufferable piece of shit but he was your insufferable piece of shit when he came here. Big Bitch will understand.

"If you deal with Pineapple well, we can talk about things and you’re paying me 25% extra from now on."

A sigh fuzzes through the burner speakers.

"That's fair. What are we gonna talk about exactly?"

You turn the direction of Hunts Point.

"Something big and good for you, if you handle Pineapple well."

Head Bitch clucks her tongue.

"Come on, can't you give me something more than that?"

You shake your head and hum disconfirmingly.

"It's no concern of yours if you fuck this up and you'll figure it out soon enough."

Moving your finger over the red phone button, you press down and end the call before Bitch can.

You flip the burner closed and slip the block of plastic back into your pocket.

This could have some repercussions and be another waste of time but you at least have someone more reliable handling your pimp problems, who is ironically one of them.

A groan escapes your lips.

Zebra Daddy is all who's left to take care of.

>[ ] Go back to Zebra Daddy's, he must answer for his incompetence and idiocy.
>[ ] Make your way back to the Sanctum Sanctorum, magic studying is important.
>[ ] Hop back to the warehouse, you're done here.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3367563
>I really don’t want to talk to zebra daddy, but fuck it, go talk to him

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>[X] Go back to Zebra Daddy's, he must answer for his incompetence and idiocy.

You don't really want to go back to the dumbass' place to try and cram sense into that retard brain of his but it's better you take care of him now than later. He's going to be paying you more but it might be worth it to just off the fucker and give his girls to the other pimps. Might make a good consolation gift for Pineapple for that one bitch hoe of his if Big Bitch fucks up.

Turning to the direction of Riverdale, you take off into the dimming cityscape.

It takes you a few minutes to reach the dumbass pimp's house again.

You knock on his front door and wait for the zebra stripe wearing idiot to arrive.

Another handful of minutes pass by until the movable wood block creaks open, revealing your annoying pimp vassal in a new pair of pants.

"Oh! What up, boss? Did you take care of Pineapple and that bitch Shinequea?"

Narrowing your eyes, you stare at the waste of space.

He really has no idea just how useless he is.

Zebra Daddy blinks and lets out a nervous laugh.

"So you did handle them, huh? How'd it go? Did you make that bitch suffer and that nigga bleed? I mean, you wouldn't be standing in front of me if something hadn't happened to them."

You stand as still as stone and still glaring.

The dumbass talks like you're his attack dog and not the master who expects the bare minimum from all his servants.

Purple Pimp Trash raises a hand to rub the back of his head.

"...Uh, you alright, playa?"

For the umpteenth time, you stand silent.

No, you're not at all alright.

>[ ] "You're my puppet from here on out. Any time the pimps make a fuss, I want to know why."
>[ ] "Tell me, why shouldn't I kill you and hand your hoes off to another pimp?"
>[ ] "Head pimp of the pimp union is now a title you will never have."
>[ ] "Do you have any reason as to why I shouldn't kill you now?"
>[ ] Kill him, he deserves death.
>[ ] Write In.

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

>>3367965
>>[X] "Head pimp of the pimp union is now a title you will never have."
>>[X] "Do you have any reason as to why I shouldn't kill you now?"

>>3367965
>[ ] "Do you have any reason as to why I shouldn't kill you now? Others can meet the leader role better. Others can handle your hoes better. Others can have better fashion sense than your pathetic zebra-print ass."
>Draw close to him and close the door. He won't get away. "You have failed me. Repeatedly. I have given you not only a second but a third chance – and you fail even that."
>Grab him by his neck and lift.
>Give him a big smile. The smile of a conqueror, or a predator, of a true demon. "At least this is something you can't fail at: dying like a little bitch."
>Desoul him and
>C O N S U M E

>>3368136
Ditto

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>[X] "Do you have any reason as to why I shouldn't kill you now? Others can meet the leader role better. Others can handle your hoes better. Others can have better fashion sense than your pathetic zebra-print ass."
>[X] Close off his means of escape.
>[X] "You have failed me. Repeatedly. I have given you not only a second but a third chance – and you fail even that."
>[X] Lift him up by the neck.
>[X] "At least this is something you can't fail at: dying like a little bitch."
>[X] Devour him.

He has more than proved his unreliability and uselessness to you. Whatever value there was from keeping him along died the moment he told you who was willing and unwilling to bow. Even if he'd be a perfect puppet, he wouldn't have the bare minimum initiative to defend his position from the other pimps. Your best move is to kill him before he can sink his pathetic roots in.

"Do you have any reason as to why I shouldn't kill you now? Others can meet the leader role better. Others can handle your hoes better. Others can have better fashion sense than your pathetic zebra-print ass."

Zebra Daddy blinks.

"I...uh."

Sighing, you stomp towards the man, making him walk back, and close the door behind you as you enter his house.

"You have failed me. Repeatedly. I have given you not only a second but a third chance – and you fail even that."

The dumbass frantically waves his hands in protest.

"Wait, wait, wait! Hold on a minute, bo-"

Growling, you snatch the man up by his throat and grin in devilish glee.

"At least this is something you can't fail at: dying like a little bitch."

Part of your essence solidifies in the shape of your throat grabbing hand in accordance with your will. Flexing the spectral fingers, you pierce them into the pimp's mortal coil.

Zebra Daddy begins to spasm in your grasp at the spectral intrusion.

A primal predatory instinct envelops you as you feel the countless strings of the fool's immaterial essence. Snarling an unearthly snarl, you snatch one of the cords with a finger and rip it from the man's body into yours. You clench your teeth and growl as the rest of your prey's soul follows much like a magnet.

The confused blue soul quivers in your vessel for a moment before all that you are materializes and envelops it in the next.

Dropping Zebra Daddy's still body, you let out a long lasting groan in ecstasy before falling back on to the ground.

You are never going to get tired of that.

>[ ] Hop up and check in on Demetrius' body, it's not like you literally ripped out his throat.
>[ ] Push yourself back up and head to the Sanctum Sanctorum, gotta keep up with your studies.
>[ ] Kip up and head back to the warehouse, you're done here.
>[ ] Goddamn, was that good for you too?
>[ ] Write In.

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How you guys doing and watcha thinking?

>>3368615
>[ ] Hop up and check in on Demetrius' body, it's not like you literally ripped out his throat.
>[ ] Push yourself back up and head to the Sanctum Sanctorum, gotta keep up with your studies.

>>3368681
Ditto

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>[X] Hop up and check in on Demetrius' body, it's not like you literally ripped out his throat.
>[X] Push yourself back up and head to the Sanctum Sanctorum, gotta keep up with your studies.

While you do have better things to do than look at a dumbass pimp'Ss maybe dead body, you are curious as to its current condition. Leland looked like he had fallen into a coma after you ripped his soul out. Dumbass Owl is probably dead by now with the internal injuries you gave him, though. You can continue your studies with Strange after.

You raise your lower body up, place your hands on the ground by your head, and kick yourself back on to your feet.

Looking down on Demetrius' body, you raise an eyebrow at his rolled back eyes.

It looks a lot like you made Cade fall into a coma or overdose on something.

Either way, Zebra Daddy won't trouble you ever again.

You turn back and walk out the front door before back-flipping on to the roof of the building.

Stretching yourself out, you turn over to the direction of Manhattan.

Doctor Strange probably won't be able to sense a difference in you. The third eye is probably already distracting enough if he can. Although, if he does and you can't find any excuse, you might bring an early end to your relationship. He'll probably be all over you after the grand reveal, if that's the case.

You shrug and take off into the cityscape.

It takes you nine minutes to cut through Riverdale, Upper Manhattan, the Upper West Side, and Midtown, to Strange's own slice of Lower Manhattan in Greenwhich village.

The front door wafts open to reveal the ever vigilant monk servant Wong.

Grinning, you follow Wong's lead through the magic house.

Magic monk man stops in a vast maze-like library section of the Sanctum Sanctorum.

Numerous books fly from their shelves into the air before the shelves themselves shift to reveal Strange floating in mid-air, pretending to read a book yet again.

"Yes, Wong?"

The magic man sighs.

"...I've brought you our only visitor who's been here very often in the past few days and was just here this morning."

Supreme Magic man's face floating book shuts and shoots into a bookshelf to reveal his disappointed face.

"Well...things are a lot less magical and predictable when you put it like tha-" The Sorcerer Supreme drops into a portal before stepping out of one appearing in front of you.

Blinking all three of your eyes, you stare at the magical doctor as he stares back.

You might have made a mistake.

>[ ] "You want to go, sorcerer supreme? I probably can't match you in terms of magic but I can still kill you if you make a single mistake. I've had plenty of experience fighting for my life against people stronger than me."
>[ ] "Don't try to scare me old man, I've only felt fear once in my entire life and that was at the thought of facing off with myself."
>[ ] "Are we going to learn some magic or not?"
>[ ] "Is something wrong or?"
>[ ] "...What? What?"
>[ ] Write In.

>>3369619
>[ ] "...What? What?"
>[ ] "Do I have something on my face?"

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>[X] "...What? What?"
>[X] "Do I have something on my face?"

It's best you play this as the ignorant idiot who has no real idea what's going on. You kind of do but it could easily be something else. He could just be trying to intimidate you. Of course, you can't be intimidating but he doesn't know that. There is nothing in this world you fear save for yourself.

"...What? What?"

The Sorcerer raises a hand to his chin and hums a curious tune.

Once again, you blink your ever so sinister eyes.

"Do I have something on my face?"

Strange focuses his own less harsh eyes on your third.

"A tumor of the soul that seems to only gleam brighter and darker at the same time over time on your forehead."

You narrow all three of your eyes.

"Ha ha, funny. I could say the same about your hair: it's not any of that frosted tip shit but the gray streaks make you look like an old man and a hipster."

Doctor Gray Hair lets out a small cry of disbelief.

"I'll have you know I am in my late forties!"

You laugh.

"Which makes it all the more surprising and pathetic. There's no shame in aging, old man. Tone off the dye and accept your looks are going to die one day. I probably won't have to worry about that on the likelihood of dying young and being a mutant, but you sure as hell do."

The Sorcerer Supreme sighs.

"Both those factors apply somewhat to myself, though I am not a mutant or young. I'll have you know, this is my natural hair color. Sorcery has a way of altering the human body beyond empowering the soul and I get into more conflicts than a man my age should but that is my responsibility as sorcerer supreme." He blinks. "Wait, how is there a likelihood of you dying young?"

A scoff escapes your lips.

"I live on the streets, there are quite a few mutant hate groups with military grade weaponry, and there's bound to be more than one mad scientist or government sponsored radical mutant study group out there. Death at a young age is pretty much inevitable for muties. Sure, there are guys like the Wolverine and Xavier but they grew up during a time where mutants were mostly fairy tales and the world wasn't anywhere near as connected as it is now."

Once again, Strange hums.

"There is truth in your words but I can't help but feel you don't expect to actually die."

You roll all three of your eyes.

Of course you're not going to die, you've done more than enough of that and don't have a taste for it.

"Are we going to go over some more magic or not?"

The man shrugs.

"If that's what you wish. What advanced magic would you like to continue studying?"

A thoughtful hum of your own rumbles in your throat.

>[ ] "Let's continue to where we left off on sigils, their versatility is more useful than enchantments."
>[ ] "Show me how to draw powers from the gods, I want to see what they've got to offer."
>[ ] "Let's go back over constant spells, I need enchantments to last."
>[ ] "Portals seem to be useful for transportation, let's do those."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3370065
>let’s go from where we left off

>>3370065
this >>3370519
keep going while it's fresh

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>[X] "Let's continue to where we left off on sigils, their versatility is more useful than enchantments."

>(1/2)

You've already gotten one side of the altering chain off the table. May as well complete the reality warping half. Sigils have more versatility than enchantments but they both cover each other well. The clothes you're wearing now can be enchanted and you can weave sigils with spells as you like after you've learned them.

"Let's continue to where we left off on sigils, their versatility is more useful than enchantments."

Strange nods as a book flies from one of the bookshelf at you.

Catching the familiar magic tome in your hand, you open it to a page you last remember reading and sigh.

"The reading never fucking ends."

Your magic sorcerer hums in confirmation.

"It never will for those who study magic or study anything in general."

A groan escapes your lips as you focus on the first word of the first paragraph of the 209th page.

Three hours of reading, sigil casting, and talking with Strange for clarification go by.

You raise a finger into the air and draw a pattern, blue streaks of multiversal energy filling the space your finger weaved through.

"Now that will make this room five degrees colder."

Raising an eyebrow, Strange holds out his hand and a portal appears above it, dropping a thermometer into the scarred fingers. He hums a tune as he checks the red liquid bar.

"It's three degrees colder, actually."

Growling, you wave away the sigil to fade into nothingness.

"Fucking space-time and flawed scientific understanding of thermodynamics."

>(2/2)

Strange smiles.

"On the bright side, you were close and the heat death of the universe will never come to pass."

You groan as you fall back on to the wooden floor.

"Energy doesn't die and there's an infinite amount of it to occupy the ever infinite universe. The existence of souls, magic, other dimensions, and gods ensure such a thing isn't possible and wouldn't even be an issue: life would just move from one stage of existence to the next, if oblivion isn't the fate of all sentient beings."

The Sorcerer Supreme hums.

"Oblivion is a temporary state. If you were you can be again so long as a part of you still exists. People can be brought back from oblivion through a memory of them even. You would have to prevent something from ever being to give it permanent oblivion and even then, you would have to have no memory of what that thing was so nothing could bring it back."

Narrowing your eyes, you let out a hum of your own.

Fisk, Willis, Leland, Demetrius, and Hernan still exist and will do so for as long as you are. They're not conscious but you have their memories and knowledge. Maybe you can try bringing one back sometime. Of course, you'd be cutting a part of your soul out to do that, which the other you might protest to.

Yes, that notion is not pleasant at all. The prey will forever be mine as they were; I have no desire to devour what I already have once again. Let them have the peace and horror of oblivion for the rest of eternity.

Another groan escapes your lips as your lift yourself up.

Strange smiles down at you.

"Will you keep studying sigils or try your hand at something else?"

You let out another thoughtful hum.

>[ ] "I'm not going to stop until I can make a sigil that gives you a headache whenever you say something stupid."
>[ ] "Show me how to draw powers from the gods, I want to see what they've got to offer."
>[ ] "Let's go back over constant spells, I need enchantments to last."
>[ ] "Portals seem to be useful for transportation, let's do those."
>[ ] Write In.

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>>3370917
>I’m not going to stop till I’ve learned this shit
How close are we to learning this fully

>>3370917
>>[ ] "I'm not going to stop until I can make a sigil that gives you a headache whenever you say something stupid."

>>3370917
>[ ] "I'm not going to stop until I can make a sigil that gives you a headache whenever you say something stupid."

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>[X] "I'm not going to stop until I can make a sigil that gives you a headache whenever you say something stupid."

Making such a precise sigil is nowhere near your current level of ability but you really want to get there. You can make alarms at every single vital location in your criminal empire to stop your enemies and burglaries. Traps can be set and attuned to enemies, attacking all of them or a specific few people. There is no end to the versatility sigils have.

Raising your upper body, you glare at the wizard man.

"I'm not going to stop until I can make a sigil that gives you a headache whenever you say something stupid."

Strange flicks his finger, shooting another book from its bookcase to you.

You drop the tome already in your hand and catch the new one with it.

"Which page in this one?"

The Sorcerer Supreme laughs.

"It starts with the first one, as with every book."

An aggravated sigh escapes your lips.

"Don't tell me I have to read all of it."

Your magic tutor shakes his head.

"No, no you do not."

Letting out a relieved sigh, you flip the book open.

"Up to which point, then?"

He laughs yet again.

"The halfway point."

You groan as you begin reading the first paragraph.

Another three hours pass by.

Weaving your fingers through the fabric of space and time, three sigils appear above you.

"These three sigils are linked together and specify your stupidity, pain, and you yourself, Strange. Now, think something stupid."

Your magic tutor hums.

"Cats with bow-ties."

Blinking, you shoot the man a look.

"That's not stupid, that's cute."

He shrugs.

"You're still assigning a factor with a broad range to your sigils and I personally think cats wearing human clothing is stupid."

A scoff escapes your lips.

"People eat that shit up and would pay top dollar for it. Someone could rich off that shit. May be a stupid thing to sell but it's a smart way to get wealth."

The ever vigilant and background ornament monk Wong hums.

"I personally find the idea of cats wearing clothing amusing."

Strange chuckles.

"That's surprising to hear from you of all people, Wong."

Magic Monk Man raises an eyebrow.

"How?"

You snicker to yourself.

This should happen far more often.

>[ ] "Show me how to draw powers from the gods, I want to see what they've got to offer."
>[ ] "Let's go back over constant spells, I need enchantments and sigils to last."
>[ ] "Portals! Portals! Let's go over portals!"
>[ ] "Hello? Are we going to keep going?"
>[ ] Sit back and listen to their banter, why not?
>[ ] Write In.

>>3372210
>hello, can we keep going

>>3372210
this >>3372680

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>[X] "Hello? Are we going to keep going?"

>(1/2)

As amusing as it'd be to listen to this conversation, you've got some magic you want to learn. They can talk about cats wearing bow-ties later. Maybe you can sell some to them after your inheritance, if they're still friendly to you. If not, you can just teleport one to them if you manage to learn that before then.

"Hello? Are we going to keep going?"

The two magic men turn from one another to you.

Strange nods his head, sneaking a slide glance at his man servant.

"Yes, yes we are." He focuses both his eyes on you. "And by we, I mean you; you are the one learning here."

A groan escapes your lips.

"And you're the one teaching me, oh sorcerer supreme."

Doctor Strange snickers to himself.

"But you're the one who needs to read and cast the spells; I'm only here to advise you, watch your progress, and explain the concepts too complicated for your adolescent mind."

You shake your head and focus back on your magical tome of painful, taxing reading.

Yet another three hours of reading and sigil casting pass by.

Flicking your finger through the air, you paint a pattern into the fabric of reality.

Strange raises his hands up to clutch his head.

"What in the Vishanti's names!"

A joyful laugh escapes your lips as you swipe the rune out of existence.

"I thought you said you could render any sigil I made ineffective."

>(2/2)

The sorcerer lets go of his head and groans.

"Well, of course I can. I just so happened to be distracted by the pulsing ache in my skull. The moment I would have regained some bearing, I would've dissipated whatever sigil you casted with my own hands."

You grin.

"But you didn't."

Strange sighs.

"No, no I did not. Are you going to continue your studies or sit there and gloat?"

Pointing a finger at the grey-streaked haired man, you let yourself succumb to a fit of laughter.

The Sorcerer Supreme stares in silence as you cackle in malicious glee.

Several minutes pass by until your laughter finally begins to die.

Your magic tutor's judging stare has turned into a disbelieving, regretful, and astonished look.

"I'm beginning to question whether or not I am doing the right thing teaching you magic now."

Finally, your laughter dies.

"There is no right or wrong thing to do."

His look of mixed feelings does not falter.

"Exactly, that belief and the joy my suffering brings to you don't exactly help the impression your set of demon eyes and horns gave me when we first met."

You roll your eyes.

Out of all the magic users in the world, the supreme is one who honestly believes in good and evil. You'd discuss this more with him if you didn't know it wouldn't get you anywhere. Really, any discussion of morality or ethics is a waste of time. People are too set in their ways to change what they believe in after one discussion or see things in another light from one experience. That applies to you as well but you've been going through a lot of shit lately.

>[ ] "Show me how to draw powers from the gods, I want to see what they've got to offer."
>[ ] "Hand me a book about portals again, I could use a better form of transportation."
>[ ] "Let's go back over constant spells, I need enchantments and sigils to last."
>[ ] "So, who the hell are the Vishanti?"
>[ ] Continue your reading and fucking around with Strange using Sigils, you're getting somewhere.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3373160
>[ ] Check the time. Might be time to return to the warehouse soon.
>[ ] "So, who the hell are the Vishanti?"

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>[X] Check the time. Might be time to return to the warehouse soon.
>[X] "So? Who the hell are the Vishanti?"

>(1/2)

You can't stay in this humongous on the inside magic house of learning forever. Marcus might get mad at you again or be sad that you didn't give him a proper goodbye before the big reveal. Then again, you can just call him. Getting burners for everyone wasn't just so they could have something to hang off their belts.

Slipping your free hand into your pocket, you flip your burner out.

The white number text at the top right corner of the screen reads 10:37PM.

Doctor Strange hums as you put the disposable phone back into your pocket.

"...A burner phone. Criminals often use such devices to conceal their dealings and conversations with other criminals...Kojo, why do you have one?"

You roll your eyes.

"They can be used for other things too. Like, you know, calling 911 when you see a kid bleeding out on the street? Or calling in an anonymous tip on every douchebag dealer that moves in on the street corner near your squat. It can also be used to inform the police of a major gang hideout's location. Not everyone with a disposable is a criminal, you magical assuming ass."

Sorcerer Supreme Strange blinks.

"My apologies, I forgot and still don't quite understand where you come from.

Letting out a scoff to suppress a diabolic laugh, you glance around the fancy magical mansion.

"No fucking shit, just look at this place and what you're wearing." You turn back to the sorcerer. "Especially that necklace of yours, looks like it's worth a fortune."

>(2/2)

The magical doctor scoffs back.

"More than that, this is the Eye of Agamotto, Agamotto of the Vishanti."

You raise an eyebrow.

He swore by that word earlier.

"So? Who the hell are the Vishanti?"

Strange blinks before raising a hand to lightly slap his head.

"Oh right, you haven't tried to learn how to harness the power of gods yet and I haven't gone into detail about them." He lowers his hand from his head. "The Vishanti are a triumvirate of gods benevolent to humanity and are defenders of the 'Earth Realm', as they call this planet. Of all gods, I call on their power the most and they demand little more than my continued protection of this world."

A hum rumbles in your throat.

For gods that watch over humanity, they sure haven't done much to stop them from being little more than smart hairless hypocritical apes. There's tyranny in giving something ignorant freedom and benevolence to lording over them, ensuring they don't kill themselves. Maybe they're afraid humans would've found a way to kill them if they knew of their existence; as a species, they're awfully good at that.

You know that better than anyone.

>[ ] "Show me how to draw powers from the gods, I want to see what they've got to offer."
>[ ] "What does that amulet do exactly? You mentioned it letting you see my eye clearly."
>[ ] "What kind of benevolent gods would have allowed all the suffering we've wrought?"
>[ ] "Hand me a book about portals again, I could use a better form of transportation."
>[ ] "Let's go back over constant spells, I need enchantments and sigils to last."
>[ ] "They don't sound that benevolent to me."
>[ ] Continue your reading and fucking around with Strange using Sigils, you're getting somewhere.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3373882
>doesn’t sound benevolent to me
>let’s go over constant spells

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

How are you guys doing? Whatcha thinking?

>>3374200
This is getting good. I don't want Strange to figure out Kojo yet, not while the dynamic and banter is ths good

>>3374237
Yeah, he’d probably freak out on us

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>[X] "They don't sound that benevolent to me."
>[X] "Let's go back over constant spells, I need enchantments and sigils to last."

Sigils and enchantments are all well and good but they're useless if they can't be sustained for long or indefinitely. It can't be that hard for you to get it down now that you've got imbument down and sigils somewhat so. There's a lot of carry over with the three; they all do take advantage of the fundamentals of reality.

First things first, letting Strange know what you think of his gods.

"They don't sound that benevolent to me."

Doctor Strange raises an eyebrow.

"If you're referring to their lack in interference in human affairs or my service to them, they have a different way of thinking than we do. Actually, they don't really think or do so the conventional way: they simply are. Most gods are the same in that sense. The Vishanti are far from being malicious and uncaring gods."

You roll your eyes.

"Let's go back over constant spells, I need enchantments and sigils to last."

Making a motion with his hand, another familiar magical tome flies from a bookcase in your direction.

You catch it and turn to the page you last remember leaving off on.

Three hours of reading, frequent sigil casting, enchanting, and talking with your magic tutor go by.

Laying down on your back, you watch your colorful sigils hum pleasant tunes as a staff spins and levitates above them.

"You know, this might be the one magic you can't tell my progress on. I mean, it's going to take some time for them to wear off, which is the point of the magic, but we both have to wait for them to stop functioning to tell just how effective they are."

Strange sighs as he himself lays on the ground opposite of you.

"Actually, I can use the eye of Agamotto to gauge the level of magic you put into them, the technique, and advance their time to see how long they last."

One curious hum rumbles in your throat.

That's a weird all seeing eye.

>[ ] "Does that amulet do anything else? You mentioned it letting you see my eye clearly."
>[ ] "Show me how to draw powers from the gods, I want to see what they've got to offer."
>[ ] "Hand me a book about portals again, I could use a better form of transportation."
>[ ] "Let's go back over sigils, I feel like I'm getting somewhere."
>[ ] "Is it made out of his actual eye?"
>[ ] Continue your constant magic studies, there's too much synergy with sigils and imbument to give up now.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3376658
>[X] "Does that amulet do anything else? You mentioned it letting you see my eye clearly."
>[X] "Is it made out of his actual eye?"
>[X] Continue your constant magic studies, there's too much synergy with sigils and imbument to give up now.

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>>3376658
late but this >>3377494
I want to have something to show Marcus when we get back to him.

>[X] "Does that amulet do anything else? You mentioned it letting you see my eye clearly."
>[X] "Is it made out of his actual eye?"
>[X] Continue your constant magic studies, there's too much synergy with sigils and imbument to give up now.

It lets him see your third eye, warp time, determine the level of magic you put into something, and see your reality warping technique. That's far too many things in one thing that is also a signal of there possibly being other things. You need to know what else it's capable of, just in case.

You raise your upper body off the ground.

"Does that amulet do anything else? You mentioned it letting you see my eye clearly."

Strange picks himself up off the ground to look directly at you as well.

"It can discover and reveal truth, allow me to look into another's soul, reveal recent events in the past in areas, dispel disguises and illusions, levitate things, create portals to other dimensions, track beings by their energy emissions, weaken dark sorcerers, and allow me to see through lies."

Blinking, you retain your neutral expression.

Either he's trying to call you out on your lies or conveniently revealed the lie uncovering power last and can only do that when he's purposely activating it.

"Is it made out of his actual eye?"

The Sorcerer Supreme looks down at the magical amulet of alien metal before looking back up to you.

"Honestly, I do not know. Agamotto is a literal god. This could very well be a metaphorical eye imbued with his power or a literal one crafted from his very essence."

You let out another hum before turning your attention to the magical tome to your right.

Another three hours of reading, levitation enchanting, pleasant sound attuned sigil casing, and talking with Strange go by.

Groaning, you throw another levitating staff up in the air.

"Now do this one."

The staff begins to rapidly spin until falling back down to earth.

"Fifteen years, good job."

You blink.

"Wait, what? How long will my enchantments and sigils last when I master making spells constant?"

Strange shrugs.

"Centuries to millenia."

Once again, you fall back on to the ground.

"Fucking hell."

An agreeing hum of Strange's distinguishes itself from the gentle Buddhist-like hymns of your sigils.

You are going to be fucking invincible after you master the advanced magics.

>[ ] "Show me how to draw powers from the gods, I want to see what they've got to offer."
>[ ] "Hand me a book about portals again, I could use a better form of transportation."
>[ ] "Teleport me back to Hunts Point, we've been doing this since yesterday."
>[ ] "You do know I've lied to you constantly since we've first met, right?"
>[ ] "Let's go back over sigils, I feel like I'm getting somewhere."
>[ ] Continue your constant magic studies, it's really fucking broken.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3378261
>[ ] Continue your constant magic studies, it's really fucking broken.
>[ ] "Other than the original user dispelling it through their own will, how else can constant magics be disrupted or nullified outright, if at all? Or do you have to have retardproofing built into your spells for that?"

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

Watcha thinking?

>>3378597
What would Doctor Strange think about the concept of "meme magic"?

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>>3378672
human foolishness

>>3379495
What? Collective psychic power by tapping into the multitude is not a thing?

>[X] Continue your constant magic studies, it's really fucking broken.
>[X] "Other than the original user dispelling it through their own will, how else can spells be disrupted or nullified outright, if at all? Or do you have to have retardproofing built into your spells for that?"

More than enough hours have been spent mastering how to make spells constant to know it's too early to stop now. Just a few more study sessions and you'll be set. You'll achieve mastery over time, but it's already more than useful with a basic understanding of it.

Picking up the open magic tome from your side again, you continue your reading.

Yet another three hours of studying, Strange talking, enchanting, and sigil weaving pass by.

A groan escapes your lips as you set the constant spell book down.

"So close yet so far."

The Sorcerer Supreme laughs.

"Just six or nine more hours and you'll have a more than adequate understanding of how to make your spells constant."

You let yourself fall back on the ground.

"Other than the original user dispelling it through their own will, how else can spells be disrupted or nullified outright, if at all? Or do you have to have retardproofing built into them for that?"

A Strange hum rumbles through the air.

"With an adequate understanding of magic, you can dispel someone else's spells. You can 'retardproof' spells but that will make them harder for you to dispel as well. I would advise only doing so for lasting sigils and enchantments. Typical spells' effects usually occur far too quickly for anyone to properly dispel them unless they're cast from far enough away to give your enemy time."

Letting out a hum of your own, you look up at your chiming sigils.

That seems a lot like something he should've told you at the beginning of all this, but it's not like he's instructed you in magical combat yet.

>[ ] "Show me how to draw powers from the gods, I want to see what they've got to offer."
>[ ] "Hand me a book about portals again, I could use a better form of transportation."
>[ ] "Teleport me back to Hunts Point, we've been doing this since yesterday."
>[ ] "You do know I've lied to you constantly since we've first met, right?"
>[ ] "Let's go back over sigils, I feel like I'm getting somewhere."
>[ ] Continue your constant magic studies, you're getting close.

>>3379528
>[ ] Continue your constant magic studies, you're getting close.
>[ ] "So how does fighting other magic users end up? A sort of preemptive arms race where you have to blow the other guy out before he can do it to you? Something else?"

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>[X] Continue your constant magic studies, you're getting close.
>[X] "So how does fighting other magic users end up? A sort of preemptive arms race where you have to blow the other guy out before he can do it to you? Something else?"

Just a few more study sessions and you'll have a more than adequate understanding of prolonging spells. Your enchantments will hold for years and sigils will stand watch in your empire's most vital locations. Armies will fall to your commandos wearing enchanted future age armor, wielding enchanted future age weapons.

There is nothing that will stand in your way.

Sitting yourself back up, you wave a hand, levitating the magical tome off the wooden floor into it once again.

For the umpteenth time, you spend three hours weaving sigil after sigil, reading chapter after chapter on magical ouroboros, and enchanting staff after staff with frequent inputs by Strange.

You set the book down and sigh.

"I'm so close but this is just so tiring. There's so many theories, formulas, and methods of extending it but I also have to keep them all in mind when I'm casting spells. Makes it hard to separate what works from the theory philosophy bullshit."

The Sorcerer Supreme opposite of you raises a finger.

"Knowledge is easy to acquire; understanding requires hard work."

Narrowing your eyes, you shoot the wizard man a look.

"Come up with that all by yourself?"

Strange blinks before setting down his finger.

"...No."

You shake your head disapprovingly.

Hacks are one of the many things you cannot abide by.

"Shame on you, 'Sorcerer Supreme', shame."

A sigh escapes your tutor's lips but not words.

You let out a small hum.

"So how does fighting other magic users end up? A sort of preemptive arms race where you have to blow the other guy out before he can do it to you? Something else?"

Doctor Strange raises his back up and raises a hand to his chin.

"Pretty much, yeah. Depending on the level of skill between sorcerers, there can be a lot of teleportation going on also. It's an effective tactic against those inexperienced with dimensional travel or accustomed to the radical change in atmosphere but near useless against another experienced sorcerer and demons as well as other dimensional creatures. Makes for a good distraction and defense against spells too fast to dispel, however."

A much more vibrant hum rumbles in your throat.

It sounds a lot like magic fights are something you should avoid despite how awesome they seem on paper.

>[ ] "Show me how to draw powers from the gods, I want to see what they've got to offer."
>[ ] "Hand me a book about portals again, I could use a better form of transportation."
>[ ] "Teleport me back to Hunts Point, I'm pretty sure it's almost noon right now."
>[ ] "You do know I've lied to you constantly since we've first met, right?"
>[ ] "Let's go back over sigils, I feel like I'm getting somewhere."
>[ ] Continue your constant magic studies, so so so very close.

Going to go watch Captain Marvel with a friend. I know it's probably going to suck but we can rip on it together.

Will close voting and update when I get back.

>>3379679
Have fun bb

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>>3379675
>[ ] Continue your constant magic studies, so so so very close.
>[ ] Imagine the look on Marcus' face when you show this off to him. That, as well as the applications constant magic has, will make all this time well spent in the end.
I want to enchant his Colt SAA so he can spin it as long as he wants without it flying off his finger or hitting the trigger like a retard.

I'm back; it was meh.

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] Continue your constant magic studies, so so so very close.
>[X] Imagine the look on Marcus' face when you show this off to him. That, as well as the applications constant magic has, will make all this time well spent in the end.

Now is nowhere near the time for you to stop your ever so vital magic studies. Unlimited power is at your finger tips and in your future. Absolutely nothing will stand in your way. All who rise to face you will fall screaming and broken.

Letting out a nefarious giggle, you pick up the tome once again.

Strange raises an eyebrow as you begin your reading for the umpteenth time.

"Kojo, are you well?"

You wave the man off, weaving a sigil in the air as you do so.

"Advance the time around this rune and the others I cast and the staffs I enchant, no talking."

The Sorcerer Supreme lets out a disbelieving cry but says nothing more.

Yet another three hours of studying, sigil weaving, staff enchanting, and ordering a master of magic around like a bitch pass.

A cackling laugh erupts from your chest as you wave your hands through the air, weaving chiming sigil after sigil.

"I understand it now! Ouroboros! Eternal return! All that was will be; all that will be was! I only need to will the spell to be as it always has and never was! So simple on paper but I really understand now! I only need to provide an initial power source and let reality itself take care of the rest!"

Marcus, ever so sane and stern eyed, appears in your head clutching his own with blue eyes wide.

No doubt, he will be amazed and shower you with the praise he never really gives.

Strange stares as you clutch your sides and laugh your unworldly, unrestrained laugh of triumphant.

"...That's all well and good, my young apprentice, but you have not achieved mastery yet and very much need to calm down."

The laughter in your chest immediately dies as you look down from the ceiling to stare blankly at your magic tutor.

All happiness you have must always be destroyed by a miserable profligate.

"You ruined it: I had an amazing existential, educational, and magical epiphany, and you ruined it." You take in a deep breathe and let out a drawn-out sigh. "...Do you feel proud of yourself?"

The magic man blinks.

"...No."

You turn your head downward and sit in silence.

No more words will let the guilt seep deeper into the sorcerer's heart.

Also, it's, like, twelve or one in the afternoon and you've been here since yesterday afternoon.

>[ ] "Teleport me back to Hunts Point, I'm done having my hopes crushed by my magic tutor for a day."
>[ ] "Show me how to draw powers from the gods, I want to see what they've got to offer."
>[ ] "Hand me a book about portals again, I could use a better form of transportation."
>[ ] "You do know I've lied to you constantly since we've first met, right?"
>[ ] "Let's go back over sigils, I feel like I'm getting somewhere."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3380364
>>[X] "Teleport me back to Hunts Point, I'm done having my hopes crushed by my magic tutor for a day."
Why do we keep getting distracted with magic, you would think we would have learned by now.

>>3380364
>[ ] "Teleport me back to Hunts Point, I'm done having my hopes crushed by my magic tutor for a day." But smile as you say this. In the end, the joke will be on him.

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>[X] "Teleport me back to Hunts Point, I'm done having my hopes crushed by my magic tutor for a day."

You've gotten yet another advanced magic down and been here an almost full twenty-four hours. Needless to say, you should probably get out and have a breath of fresh air. There isn't any business for you to handle, but tomorrow is the official dawn of a new age.

This is one of the last days you have before you need to turn yourself in.

A smile spreads across your face.

"Teleport me back to Hunts Point, I'm done having my hopes crushed by my magic tutor for a day."

Strange briefly shoots you a look before motioning a portal into existence on the ground beneath your feet.

You fall through a portal on to a growingly familiar rooftop in your not-so-friendly neighborhood.

A yawn escapes your lips as your stretch yourself out.

No one should have to sit down and read or listen to someone lecture for over an hour, much less three. But you did get some magic power out of it, which is more than a lot of what sitting down and reading or listening gets you in other situations.

Putting your arms back by your sides, you look out to your crappy cityscape.

You're going to miss this place when you move into your office or mansion or apartment or penthouse or wherever the fuck in Manhattan that's close to your company building. In spite of its shittiness, this is the place where you were born and raised. This place showed you truths of the world many deny, ignore, avoid, and spit on.

Taking a deep breath of the afternoon air, you let out a sigh.

It's going to be a bitch pretending to be your absolute antithesis.

>[ ] Flip out your burner and call Marcus, talking to people in person is for motivated not-lazy people.
>[ ] Take out your burner and contact Bitch Pimp, she could be done with Pineapple by now.
>[ ] Phone the Tinkerer, you really want to know how that smartphone's progress is going.
>[ ] Call up Silvio, it'd be good to know where and how the conference is going down.
>[ ] Turn to the direction of Brooklyn and hop to Phineas', he could use a check-up.
>[ ] Hop back to the warehouse, you've got one more day before the gang splits.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3380767
>[ ] Hop back to the warehouse, you've got one more day before the gang splits.
Gotta spend time with best bro Marcus, and show off our newfound magic skills.
>[ ] Call up Silvio, it'd be good to know where and how the conference is going down.
The crucial point is on the horizon, and we need Silvio to play his part nicely - though it would help to know how his end is faring.
>[ ] Take out your burner and contact Bitch Pimp, she could be done with Pineapple by now.
We need those bitches handled, and Bitch Pimp better not fail us like a certain zebra man did.

>>3380767
>>[X] Flip out your burner and call Marcus, talking to people in person is for motivated not-lazy people.

>>3380793
Ditto

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>[X] Hop back to the warehouse, you've got one more day before the gang splits.
>[X] Call up Silvio, it'd be good to know where and how the conference is going down.
>[X] Take out your burner and contact Bitch Pimp, she could be done with Pineapple by now.

>(1/2)

There's a lot you should go over and check in on before your big day. Everything needs to be neat and tidy so when you get out of prison there's nothing else for you to do but handle your inheritance. All the days you spend in your cell are probably going to be even longer than these recent ones, in a way. Making sure it's all done now ensures you don't drive yourself insane worrying about it in holding like the control freak you are.

You turn to the direction of the warehouse and take off into the afternoon air.

It takes you several seconds to touchdown on the roof of your base.

Digging your hand into your pocket, you flip out your burner and dial in Silvio's number.

The dial drones three times before breaking.

"Is this who I think it is or one of the other very few people who have the contact number to my personal cellular phone?" A familiar gruff voice asks.

You smirk.

"Maybe if you thought it was me, Silvio. How are you and that press conference?"

A small laugh fuzzles through the burner speakers.

"Doing as well as always, Don; I appreciate that you asked. The press conference is set at the Rockefeller Center and every major news outlet in New York has been invited to attend. All of them sent me their accepting responses as soon as they could. I wouldn't advise showing up in person with the amount of the press that will be at the site."

You let out a pleased hum.

>(2/2)

The Rockefeller Center is all too appropriate for the announcement press conference. Jesús did blow Kingpin's brains out from it and it's a street or two away from the Baccarat Hotel. No doubt, the press will see the connection and why he chose the landmark closest to the assassination.

"Not going to show up until the next one. Thanks for the update and take care, old man."

Pressing down on the hang-up button, you immediately input bitch pimp's number.

A dial and a half are all that drones before the line breaks.

"Yo, what up?"

You roll your eyes.

"It's me, has Pineapple seen the light or do I have to close his eyes forever?"

Bitch Pimp lets out a half-surprised runt.

"Oh, it's you; I convinced Pineapple that his dumbass was better off being alive than getting turned into a knapsack."

Another pleased hum rumbles in your throat.

Seems as if you made the right call sparing this Bitch.

"I'll call you back in a while, try to keep a clear schedule."

Hanging up on the Bitch, you tuck your burner back into your pocket and hop down in front of the open warehouse gate.

The members of your inner circle once again reside in their own parts of the warehouse as your foot-soldiers converse with themselves.

Despite the long stretches of time you spend away from here, everyone seems to get along.

>[ ] Sift through the crowd of gangbangers to Marcus, he seems to be on the other side of the round-table.
>[ ] Hop over the sea of people to Alex, you haven't checked on her since that night.
>[ ] Make your way to Jesús' corner, he's looking as glum as always.
>[ ] Walk over to Cuda, man is just chilling on his Bratva crate.
>[ ] Pass through the crowd to Ren, she looks aloof on her crate.
>[ ] Head to Itsuki, he's vigilant as always by the round-table.
>[ ] Write In.

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

>>3381251
>>[X] Hop over the sea of people to Alex, you haven't checked on her since that night.

>>3381251
>>[ ] Hop over the sea of people to Alex, you haven't checked on her since that night.

>>3381251
>[ ] Hop over the sea of people to Alex, you haven't checked on her since that night.
Let's hope she doesn't relapse too hard

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>[X] Hop over the sea of people to Alex, you haven't checked on her since that night.

She did have a major breakdown an incredibly short while ago. If you're lucky, she hasn't relapsed to cope with it or had sex with someone that isn't you again. You might rightfully overreact a bit if she did some of that last bit. All that is yours is yours and only yours, after all.

A single hop takes you across the swarm of foot-soldiers to Alex's side of the warehouse.

The blond girl immediately rises from her seat to glomp you as you land in front of you.

Wrapping her in your own stiff embrace, you lower your head down to her level and sniff.

Nothing is emitting from the girl but her own naturally rosy scent.

Alex looks up to you from your chest and blinks as you let out a pleased hum.

"I've been well-behaved for a while now, boss. Don't know what you're sniffing for but you won't find anything." She smirks smugly. "Unless, you just wanted to get another whiff of me."

You roll your eyes.

"Feel free to let go at any time, preferably now."

The blonde's hold tightens as much as a normal person's can on your overpowering form.

"No!" She whines. "I'm going to hold on to you and never let go."

A sigh escapes your lips as you break free of Alex's grip by taking a simple step back.

"I appreciate the affection, but I just wanted to check-up on you, and it looks like you're doing more than fine."

Minxy frowns and bats her big blue eyes.

"But I've been feeling lonely lately. I really liked it when you talked to me the other night; can't you just sit down and talk with me for a while?"

You groan.

She's back to her old self alright.

>[ ] "Ren looks like she needs a check-up too. Unless you can tell me what's up with her, I'm going over to where she is."
>[ ] "I need to go have a talk with Marcus, you know how he gets."
>[ ] "Tell me how the others are doing from your point of view."
>[ ] "Can you be real with me or is this real for you?"
>[ ] "...Sure, I guess."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3381943
>>[ ] "Tell me how the others are doing from your point of view."

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>[X] "Tell me how the others are doing from your point of view."

Besides learning how your inner circle is doing, you also need to know what they think of each other. They're the most experienced and dependable members of your organization; Alex plays the dumb white girl but she knows not to fuck things up. She doesn't have any real beef with any of them except for maybe Ren, if she isn't just fucking around with her.

"Tell me how the others are doing from your point of view."

Alex blinks.

"Marcus is moody over you being gone again, like the adorable army camo teddy bear he is; Itsuki and Jesus are Itsuki and Jesus, Cuda is relaxing to hold back his bloodlust, and Ren is either PMSing or going through some shit. Knowing her, it's probably the latter but the former is possible if she's having some painful fucking cramps."

You raise an eyebrow.

There's a decent idea of what's going on with her in your mind but you need more info than that.

"Just how exactly is Ren behaving?"

Minxy blond pouts.

"Like a boring girlfriend who doesn't want to play. She does get annoyed but she usually plays along whenever I want to hang out with her." She smiles. "Only real time I made Ren mad was when I tried having some fun with her like any good underling to a superior. You know what happened after, don't you?"

Letting out another groan, you roll your eyes.

"Uh-huh, so did she slap your shit again or just push you off her lap?"

Alex frowns.

"I wish, she just sat there and ignored me. Not even one slap or pet, it was awful."

You raise a hand to your chin and hum.

It seems as if it really has something to do with what and who you have in mind.

>[ ] "Guess I'll go remind Marcus I always come back, you'd think he'd be used to it by now."
>[ ] "Marcus isn't an adorable camo teddy bear, he's more like a camo hound."
>[ ] "I'll go have a talk with Ren, stay put and don't try to listen in."
>[ ] "Can you be real with me or is this real for you?"
>[ ] "...Sooo, what do you want to talk about?"
>[ ] Write In.

>>3382360
>>[X] "I'll go have a talk with Ren, stay put and don't try to listen in."

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>[X] "I'll go have a talk with Ren, stay put and don't try to listen in."

Whatever Ren's going through, she needs someone to talk to and help her. The other personality doesn't really like you but she's probably the problem here. It's not like Ren is particularly close to anyone else in the crew. You're the only one that can help.

You lower your hand from your chin.

"I'll go have a talk with Ren, stay put and don't try to listen in."

Alex tilts her head.

"Why would I try to snoop?" She untilts her head and smiles. "Oooh, do the two of you have a dirty little secret?"

Shaking your head, you turn around to Ren's direction.

"It's not like that and you'll probably figure it out eventually."

You bend your knees and hop again over the crowd of people to your Japanese underboss.

The dissociative identity afflicted girl looks up from her lap to gaze upon your glorious visage with contemplative eyes.

"...Reyes-sama."

Nodding, you greet her in return.

"Ren."

A small hum rumbles in the girl's throat.

"Can I help you with something, Reyes-sama?"

You shake your head and give off a disconfirming hum.

"I came here to help you, actually." You move to the woman's side and sit by her on the Bratva crate. "What's up? How are you?"

Ren sighs.

"Troubled, thank you for thinking of me, Reyes-sama."

You raise an eyebrow at the unusually melancholy girl.

"How exactly?"

The girl frowns.

"It is...me, the other me. Ever since you told me, things have been strange. Thoughts that aren't mine yet in my voice form in my mind, I clench my fists or grit me teeth whenever I think of you, emotions I normally don't feel flare, and there are times where I feel as though I am watching everything through a TV screen."

A hum rumbles in your throat.

"Common symptoms of dissociative identity disorder. The other you is beginning to bleed through. I'm surprised it hasn't happened sooner, all things considered."

Ren lets out another sigh.

"...If you wish to demote me, feel free, Reyes-sama. My personality disorder compromises both me, you, and the entire organization. I too understand if you wish to no longer have me as part of the group."

You blink.

That's probably safest way to go about her condition but you'd be losing out on a fantastic lieutenant.

>[ ] "Ren, the other you may be a pain in the ass and want to kill me but she's not a snitch or a traitor. Neither of you are. Trust me, I know."
>[ ] "If you want out of all this, I can let you go. Anything you could want, I'd provide. You've done enough for me."
>[ ] "You're right, I can't afford to risk anything now."
>[ ] "What do you want exactly, Ren?"
>[ ] "Can you come out, Run?"
>[ ] Write In.

>>3382739
>>[X] "What do you want exactly, Ren?"

>>3382739
>>[ ] "What do you want exactly, Ren?"

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>[X] "What do you want exactly, Ren?"

Out of all the people with you, Ren and Jesús are the ones without a clear desire for anything. That's mostly due to their fucked up pasts, one of which you had a hand in. You know and understand why she's still with you but don't know what she wants or even why she respects you so much.

In the end, you're the one who made her strangle the life out of her sister.

"What do you want exactly, Ren?"

The Japanese girl blinks back.

"What, Reyes-sama?"

You let out a small hum.

"I want to know if there's anything you want. Not need or anything like that, something you really really want in this world and in your life. For as long as you've run with me, you've just gone by; I've never really seen you enjoy yourself or actively aim for anything, so what do you want?"

Ren looks down for a minute before raising her gaze back up to you.

"I...I don't know."

A sigh escapes your lips as you spare a glance at Jesús' direction.

She probably hates herself for what you made her do, just like Jesús hates himself. The two of them could learn something from each other, if they ever get the opportunity to hang out again. For now, you're stuck helping them work through their issues.

You focus back on the Japanese girl.

"Out of those two outcomes you proposed, which one do you want?"

Ren bows her head.

"Whichever you find appropriate."

Raising a hand to your face, you groan.

She just doesn't get it.

>[ ] "Ren, the other you may be a pain in the ass and want to kill me but she's not a snitch or a traitor. Neither of you are. Trust me, I know."
>[ ] "If you want out of all this, I can let you go. Anything you could want, I'd provide. You've done enough for me."
>[ ] "You're right, I can't afford to risk anything now."
>[ ] "Can you come out, Run?"
>[ ] Write In.

Do y'all think we can trust Re/un to do her job separate from us? Otherwise there ain't too much else we can do at this point

>>3383024
>[X] "Can you come out, Run?"

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

How ya doing and watcha thinking?

>>3383024
>[X] "Can you come out, Run?"

>>3383214
I'm interested to see what comes next. Big things soon maybe?

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>>3383806
Many big things, the announcement conference is literally tomorrow in-quest time.

>[X] "Can you come out, Run?"

Ren can't find it in herself to tell you what she wants but maybe Run will. You need to know if you can depend on her and she won't fuck things up for everyone. Maybe you can hold something against her for leverage. It's not like she has anywhere else to go or can protect Ren from you.

Taking a deep breath, you let out a sigh.

"Can you come out, Run?"

Japanese girlie blinks.

"Nee-san?

You nod.

"Can you come out or do I have to do something to piss you off?"

Ren blinks her eyes once again.

"Um, Reyes-sama, I don't quite understand how asking for the other me will bring her out."

Shrugging, you raise a hand to your chin.

"Just mentioning your condition worked the first few times."

Ms. Secretly Crazy lets out a small hum.

"Perhaps she was trying to protect me in some way?"

You blink.

"...Ren, you know I think of you as the perfect little obedient bitch in this organization, right?"

The Japanese girl blinks before narrowing her eyes into an uncharacteristic glare.

"What the fuck is your problem, Reyes?"

A smile makes its way on to your face.

"Now there's the real bitch in this organization."

Scoffing, the irksome bitch slaps you and immediately cradles her hand once again.

"Goddammit, why do I keep forgetting you're basically a walking talking brick wall?"

You laugh ever so maliciously.

What an adorable little futile bitch.

>[ ] "What is it that you want exactly, Run? Both you and Ren."
>[ ] "Do you want a hug? I can kiss it to make it feel better."
>[ ] "I didn't mean it, I just wanted to talk to you."
>[ ] "Because you're a dumb cute little bitch."
>[ ] "Aww, you do care for Ren."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3384035
>[ ] "Aww, you do care for Ren."
>[ ] Pinch her cheeks, she's asking for it.
>[ ] (After the cheek pinching ends.) "What is it that you want exactly, Run? Both you and Ren."

>>3384035
>>[X] "What is it that you want exactly, Run? Both you and Ren."

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>[X] "Aww, you do care for Ren."
>[X] Pinch her cheeks, she's asking for it.
>[X] "What is it that you want exactly, Run? Both you and Ren."

It's best to just get straight to the point. She's the one to ask when it comes to what Ren really feels or wants. In the end, she is all that Ren holds back from you, if she isn't the original personality.

But first, you should tease the ever loving hell out of her.

"Aww, you do care for Ren."

You reach out to the Japanese girl's face and pinch her soft cheeks.

The bitch blushes a bright crimson red.

"W-w-what the fuck are you doing?"

Laughing, you tug on the sides of your underboss' smooth face.

"Pinching your cheeks, the fuck does it look like?"

Run shuts her eyes and whines an adorable frustrated fury filled whine.

You let go of her cheeks, satisfied with her humiliation.

"What is it that you want exactly, Run? Both you and Ren."

The Japanese girl loosens up before opening her eyes and blinking them.

"...Reyes-sama?"

Blinking back, you let out a groan.

"Goddammit, that bitch doesn't know how to handle embarrassment."

Ren blinks her adorable dark brown eyes.

"Forgive me, Reyes-sama, I'm confused."

You cluck your tongue.

If you're going to talk to Run, you can't embarrass her.

>[ ] "You're right, it's too dangerous to have you as a lieutenant."
>[ ] "Nevermind, it's nothing to worry about, Ren."
>[ ] "Both yous are adorable."
>[ ] Draw out Run again, you need to talk to her.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3384374
>[ ] "Your nee-san can't handle THIS."
>[ ] Pinch Ren's cheeks too. It's only fair.
>[ ] "And I still haven't been able to ask her what I wanted, so..."
>[ ] Draw out Run again, you need to talk to her.
As much as it is fun, we need to get this situation handled clearly

>>3384374
>>[X] Draw out Run again, you need to talk to her.

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>[X] "Your nee-san can't handle this."
>[X] Pinch Ren's cheeks too. It's only fair.
>[X] "And I still haven't been able to ask her what I wanted, so..."
>[X] Draw out Run again, you need to talk to her.

Well, you did already do the same to the other Ren. And you do like seeing her adorable little blush. It's not like she'd angry at you if you did it. Run would be angry but not Ren. You could tease her for that too but not go full blast embarrass mode.

A grin spreads across your face.

"Your nee-san can't handle this."

The Japanese girl blinks once again as you pinch and tug on her cheeks before blushing a deep crimson red.

"...Reyes-sama?"

You laugh and let go of the sides of her face.

"And I still haven't been able to ask her what I wanted, so..."

Rubbing her beet red face, Ren watches you unsurely.

Breathing in a deep breath of air, you let out a sigh.

"...Ren, you are the most submissive little innocent feigning whore I have ever met and we both know Alex."

Your underboss spares no moment to contemplate your words before slapping you yet again and cradling said slap hand for the umpteenth time.

"Oh, fuck you and your brick face and your smooth skin."

Another laugh escapes your lips.

"Yeah, I went too far there."

Run scoffs.

"Do you fucking think? You said I was worse than Alex. Alex! What is wrong with you, you asshole?"

The laugh in your chest slowly dies down as does your smile.

"...A lot of things, actually."

Queen Bitch blinks before raising a questioning eyebrow.

You probably shouldn't have said that, but it just came out. It's not like she can judge you for it: she's a goddamn split personality. She's outright fucked up fundamentally. Of course, you are too with no decent alter to be a 'good' person.

>[ ] "What is it that you want exactly, Run? Both you and Ren. I don't think Ren will ever tell me what she wants."
>[ ] "Do you want a hug? I can kiss it to make it feel better."
>[ ] "I didn't mean it, I just wanted to talk to you."
>[ ] "Forget what I just said, it's not important."
>[ ] "Speaking of Alex, what do you think of her?"
>[ ] Write In.

>>3384823
>>[X] "I didn't mean it, I just wanted to talk to you."
Just throwing this in the air, at our current magic level could we put a sigil on Run to make sure she doesn't bother us?

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>>3384886
You can try.

>>3384823
>[X] "I didn't mean it, I just wanted to talk to you."

>Of course, you are too with no decent alter to be a 'good' person.
I'm glad we dodged THAT route back with Marcus in the old alley home. Aren't you?

>[X] "I didn't mean it, I just wanted to talk to you."

Not exactly in your best interest to piss Run off more than you already have. It may keep her out here longer but she won't be willing to tell you what she and Ren want. Besides, you genuinely feel bad for comparing a sweet innocent bloody angel to a possible genius succubus.

You smile a sheepish smile.

"I didn't mean it, I just wanted to talk to you."

Run crosses her arms.

"So you just had to call me a whore?"

A disconfirming hum rumbles in your throat as you shake your head.

"No, I called you an innocent-feigning whore."

Letting out a cry of disbelief, the girl uncrosses her arms and slaps you once again before recoiling in pain.

"You still called me a whore, jackass."

A sigh escapes your lips.

"Yeah, I did; I'm sorry about that."

Run narrows her eyes in a doubting glare.

"Are you? Are you really?"

Blinking, you hum and nod in confirmation.

"Really, I actually do feel sorry, which I know is pretty weird to hear coming from me." You raise a hand to your chin. "Come to think of it, I've been feeling sorry a lot more lately."

The bitch clucks her tongue.

"Oh please, I know you: you're a sadistic mongrel fuck."

You nod your head again in agreement.

"That I am but I've been going through a lot of shit lately."

Run shoots you a look.

"What? Did Alex's mouth give you herpes?"

Shooting the girl a look of your own, you shakes your head.

"No, nothing like that kind of shit."

Bitch Queen rolls her eyes.

"Whatever, no matter what you say, I won't feel bad for you. Ever."

An understanding hum rumbles in your throat.

You did make her kill her sister, which fractured Ren's mind.

>[ ] "You and Ren substitute for one another when confronted with a certain feeling. For you, it's embarrassment and for her I think it's sadness."
>[ ] "What is it that you want exactly, Run? Both you and Ren. I don't think Ren will ever tell me what she wants."
>[ ] "Just what do you think of everyone in the crew? I already know what Ren thinks."
>[ ] "Are you ever going to use Ren's position to fuck me and the entire gang over?"
>[ ] "Speaking of Alex, what do you think of her?"
>[ ] Write In.

>>3385526
>[ ] "Are you sure about that?"
>[ ] Sit next to her and tell her about Old Kojo.
This isn't Kojo wanting to be pitied or anything. It's him rising to the clear bitch challenge Run is putting forward, which to a degree IS in character for Kojo. Right?

>>3385526
>>[X] "You and Ren substitute for one another when confronted with a certain feeling. For you, it's embarrassment and for her I think it's sadness."
>>[X] "What is it that you want exactly, Run? Both you and Ren. I don't think Ren will ever tell me what she wants."
>>3385534
That's gonna sound like a load of bullshit.

>>3385545
Okay nevermind that then
Backing your post

>>3385211
I had a lot of things in mind and specific moments for each route. You just so happened to end with the one that guides Kojo to master himself.

There was a dynamic both Reyes and Moon would have with each other and the others in their gang. Reyes would've been old school Kojo without little remorse or concern for his image or the consequences for his actions while Moon would've been the complete opposite and reluctantly gone along with criminal activities in an effort to make the world a better place.

Shit would really start to get real further down the line if Kojo got busted and acquitted into the X-men's care.

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>[X] "You and Ren substitute for one another when confronted with a certain feeling. For you, it's embarrassment and for her I think it's sadness."
>[X] "What is it that you want exactly, Run? Both you and Ren. I don't think Ren will ever tell me what she wants."

May not be the wisest thing to point out but it's the most curious thing. It's kind of adorable, really. Both protect one another from something that harms them, though one is likely more severe than the other. Asking Run what she and Ren want can wait until you're done.

"You and Ren substitute for one another when confronted with a certain feeling. For you, it's embarrassment and for her I think it's sadness."

Run blinks and averts her eyes.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, but I do step in because angry is better than sad."

A small laugh escapes your lips.

"Can't argue with you there." You turn your head back in front of you and look down. "Being sad...hurts."

You hear a scoff emanate from your underboss' direction.

"Someone like you wouldn't be able to even recognize when they're sad, too used to being an angry smug jackass. If you did, it would break you. Being strong and powerful all the time leads all people to think they're supposed to feel strong and powerful all the time, and you're the Prince of the Bronx who turned Kingpin of New York in two fucking days. I'm not even going to get into all the shit you do for shits and giggles; sadness, fear, and regret are poison to fuckers like you, Reyes."

A small agreeing hum purrs ever so softly in your throat, just barely under being audible.

It did break you and feeling any of those three emotions before the warehouse would've made you kill someone just to clear your head of them. Maybe it could've gone worse but you picked yourself up off the ground. All-in-all, you're better off for it.

You turn back to the bitch wearing the face of a princess.

"What is it that you want exactly, Run? Both you and Ren. I don't think Ren will ever tell me what she wants."

Run glares into your eyes.

"I want to kill you and the other me doesn't know what the hell she wants anymore or what do with herself, all thanks to you."

Turning away, you grimace.

She's got you there. If Run or Ren or whoever really died that day still lived, the Yamazaki twin sitting by your side wouldn't be crazy and be a much more happy gangster. Both twins would've been a major asset to you. Either could've been a lieutenant of yours and managed their own borough.

One is dead and the other is broken all thanks to you.

>[ ] "Just what do you think of everyone in the crew? I already know what Ren thinks."
>[ ] "Are you ever going to use Ren's position to fuck me and the entire gang over?"
>[ ] "So Ren doesn't hate me for killing you or the real Run?"
>[ ] "If you ever kill me, Ren will be sad."
>[ ] Pinch her cheeks, you've gotten your answer.
>[ ] Write In.

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

How ya doin' and watcha thinkin'?

>>3385932
>>[X] "Are you ever going to use Ren's position to fuck me and the entire gang over?"
>>3385946
doin' ok. That this remix is lit https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vgJhk7f8CdI

>>3385932
>[X] "Are you ever going to use Ren's position to fuck me and the entire gang over?"
>[ ] "Just what do you think of everyone in the crew? I already know what Ren thinks."

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>[X] "Are you ever going to use Ren's position to fuck me and the entire gang over?"
>[X] "Just what do you think of everyone in the crew? I already know what Ren thinks."

Best to just jump straight to the point for real this time without teasing the ice queen. Even if she does hate you, that's probably not the same sentiment she holds towards everyone else, who she fucks over by fucking you over. The members of her old crew are also part of yours now. Nothing can be gained by tearing you down except the satisfaction of your fall.

You turn back to face the Japanese girl.

"Are you ever going to use Ren's position to fuck me and the entire gang over?"

Run immediately parts her lips, stops, and closes them before letting out a sigh.

"Depends on how much you act more like an asshole and if the crew slowly turns into a bunch of hood rats fine with fucking shit up for everyone than making bank and keeping to their goddamn selves."

A small hum rumbles in your throat.

That's a far more reasonable answer than you expected from her.

"Fair enough, you won't have any trouble from my end if you just take care of yours by keeping your soldiers in line."

Bitch scoffs.

"Like either me would ever fuck anything up."

You roll your eyes.

"Just what do you think of everyone in the crew? I already know what Ren thinks."

Run clucks her tongue.

"Alex is a slut, Marcus is your fuck boy, Cuda is the cooniest nigga I've ever met, Jesús is depressing to even think about, and Itsuki is like my hardass World War 2 vet grandpa."

You blink.

Those last two things were things you did not expect before.

>[ ] "Jesús is a sad guy. Man needs to heal and learn to care about himself. Think you or Ren could help?"
>[ ] "Like it or not, Ren and Cuda actually get along, which was a surprise to me too."
>[ ] "I don't think you're cut out to be a lieutenant."
>[ ] "Your grandfather was a World War 2 vet?"
>[ ] Pinch her cheeks, summon the good girl.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3386792
>[ ] "Your grandfather was a World War 2 vet?"
>[ ] "Like it or not, Ren and Cuda actually get along, which was a surprise to me too."
I wonder if he was anything like Dan. I feel like she'd get Dan-isms right away.

>>3386935
support

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>[X] "Your grandfather was a World War 2 vet?"
>[X] "Like it or not, Ren and Cuda actually get along, which was a surprise to me too."

Jesús being a sad sad assassin man isn't really that surprising. Fact that she also gets sad at the thought of his sad handsome Colombian face is the surprising bit for her being a bitch. Her granddad being a World War 2 vet is the real grand surprise. Dan would probably have a funny playfully racist thing to say about him, Asians, and exploding if he were here.

"Your grandfather was a World War 2 vet?"

Bitch princess nods.

"Is a World War 2 vet. How do you think we knew how to fight? Sure, we learned how to use our 鎖荊 with live practice on the streets but he gave clear instructions on what to do in case the government tried to put us in camps again like they did back then or if gaijin mongrels like you broke into our home." (Japanese: "鎖荊", Romanji: "Kusarige", Translaion "Chain brier/thorn/briar/whip.")

A laugh escapes your lips.

That sounds a lot like something Dan would prepare you for.

"Is he senile or just really paranoid?"

Run scoffs.

"Same thing, he used to snap out of it time to time and coddle us." She narrows her eyes. "Go anywhere near him and I'll kill you."

You shoot her a look.

"I don't even know where you used to live."

The bitch's gaze remains.

"Then don't ever try to find out."

Clucking your tongue, you turn away from the mean girl and glance in a black giant's direction.

"Like it or not, Ren and Cuda actually get along, which was a surprise to me too."

A sigh emanates from your left.

"His careless attitude is kind of charming, but at the same time he's a massive bloodthirsty asshole."

You laugh.

"I know, it's amazing he's managed to stay still for this long."

Run groans.

"I get the distinct feeling we'll start hating him when things are quiet and he's making noise but love it when shit finally hits the fan and we have to go loud."

Nodding in agreement, you turn back to face her.

He'll have to be monitored or put under a tight leash by either you or one of the others. Your pretty sure any one of your lieutenants can handle him. The real problem is getting him to be complacent or willing to stand down until things really escalate.

>[ ] "Jesús is a sad guy. Man needs to heal and learn to care about himself. Think you or Ren could help?"
>[ ] "I don't think you're cut out to be a lieutenant."
>[ ] "Do you think you can handle him if Ren can't?"
>[ ] "Why hasn't Ren gone back to her parents?"
>[ ] Pinch her cheeks, summon the good girl.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3387206
>[X] "Jesús is a sad guy. Man needs to heal and learn to care about himself. Think you or Ren could help?"
>[X] Put a sigil on her so people can tell on sight which personality she is.
>[X] Pinch her cheeks, summon the good girl.
Yeah I don't think she'll be much trouble and she turns back very easy.

>>3387206
This >>3387240 but also
>[ ] Silently consider telling Run about Dan sometime, get Marcus to help out too.

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>[X] "Jesús is a sad guy. Man needs to heal and learn to care about himself. Think you or Ren could help?"
>[X] Put a sigil on her so people can tell on sight which personality she is.
>[X] Pinch her cheeks, summon the good girl.

Sad people in a gang sit down with each other to hang. No one is quite as fucked up as Jesús is, though. Even Ren and Run with their split personality dead sister thing don't really compare. He's almost as bad as you used to be but he's at least self-aware.

"Jesús is a sad guy. Man needs to heal and learn to care about himself. Think you or Ren could help?"

Run shoots you a questioning look.

"Help him how? I'm not gonna fuck him or be his girlfriend, if that's what you're asking."

You blink before shooting a look back at her.

"No, I don't think Jesús even swings any way. Just hang out with him or something. Sit down and talk about the shitty things in your life. I'm sure he'll open up to you more than he'll open up to me: I am his boss."

The Japanese girl raises an eyebrow.

"He swings which way now?"

You shake your head.

"I said I don't think Jesús swings in any way. You know, don't you? One of those people who live their entire lives without having sex once and are somehow fine with it. I don't personally understand or want to begin to try but that's a thing. He might just be too sad to really think about it much."

Run blinks her confused brown eyes.

"...What?

Nodding, you hum in agreement.

"Yeah, fucking weird, right?"

A groan escapes the bitch's lips.

"Nevermind, I'm not going to bother and I'm not going to talk to Jesús either."

You shrug.

"Alright, I'll just ask Ren the same thing."

Much to her confusion, you put a finger on the girl's forehead and draw a sigil reminiscent of the good ole' dualism of yin-yang with the yin side glowing just enough to differentiate itself from the yang side.

"The fuck are you..."

A smile makes its way on to your face as you grab hold of both the girl's cheeks once again.

Run blushes a bright crimson.

"Not again!"

Tugging on the girl's soft face, you cackle maliciously.

A whine drones in Run's throat as she shuts her eyes.

The yin side of the sigil fades as the yang brightens.

Ren opens her eyes and blinks.

"...Reyes-sama?"

You let go of the Japanese princess' cheeks and smile.

Strange can go eat his Sorcerer Supreme heart out, fuck his factors.

>[ ] "I gave you a new little magical tattoo. Depending on which side is brighter than the other, you can tell which side of you is in control."
>[ ] "Jesús is a sad guy. Man needs to heal and learn to care about himself. Think you could help?"
>[ ] "You're right, it's too dangerous to have you as a lieutenant."
>[ ] "Both yous are perfectly capable of being my under-boss."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3387568
>[X] "I gave you a new little magical tattoo. Depending on which side is brighter than the other, you can tell which side of you is in control."
>[X] "Both yous are perfectly capable of being my under-boss."

>>3387568
>[X] "I gave you a new little magical tattoo. Depending on which side is brighter than the other, you can tell which side of you is in control."
>[X] "Both yous are perfectly capable of being my under-boss."
>[X] Pat her on the head. She's earned it.

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>[X] "I gave you a new little magical tattoo. Depending on which side is brighter than the other, you can tell which side of you is in control."
>[X] "Both yous are perfectly capable of being my under-boss."
>[X] Pat her on the head. She's earned it.

It'd be a dick move for you not to tell her. The sudden tattoo will make people stare and ask questions, potentially making Ren think she's gone even crazier than she already is. As for her being your underboss, she's already perfect for the role. Run won't give you any trouble you can't handle.

"I gave you a new little magical tattoo. Depending on which side is brighter than the other, you can tell which side of you is in control."

Ren looks up in an adorable attempt to gaze at her own forehead.

"What does it look like?"

You let out a laugh.

"A Yin Yang symbol. I know it's Chinese in origin but it's a pretty beautiful pattern. Obviously, the yang side is lit up more than the yin. Can't really describe the other you as anything but dark."

The Japanese girl focuses back on you.

"Am I...well enough to stay in the position you gave me, Reyes-sama?"

Nodding, you give off a confirming hum.

"Both yous are perfectly capable of being my under-boss."

You lift your hand over Ren's pony-tailed head and give her scalp a pat.

Ren blushes her usual crimson hue before averting her eyes.

"...T-thank you, Reyes-sama."

Another laugh escapes your lips.

She is just way too cute for a ruthlessly efficient gangster who's killed and tortured people before.

>[ ] Get to the round-table and call for everyone to join you, the tattoo and Ren's condition is going to need explaining.
>[ ] Sift through the crowd of gangbangers to Marcus, he seems to be on the other side of the round-table.
>[ ] Make your way to Jesús' corner, he's looking as glum as always.
>[ ] Walk over to Cuda, man is just chilling on his Bratva crate.
>[ ] Head to Itsuki, he's vigilant as always by the round-table.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3387918
>[ ] Tell Ren to stay put and relax, we'll call everyone to the table to talk about the tattoo and her condition in a little bit.
>[ ] Walk over to Cuda, man is just chilling on his Bratva crate.
I think Cuda might try some shit if we don't stop it now. Better to talk to him and see how he is.

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

What and how you guys thinking and doing?

>>3387918
>[X] Get to the round-table and call for everyone to join you, the tattoo and Ren's condition is going to need explaining.

>>3387927
support lets get stuff sorted out

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>[X] Tell Ren to stay put and relax, we'll call everyone to the table to talk about the tattoo and her condition in a little bit.
>[X] Walk over to Cuda, man is just chilling on his Bratva crate.

Everyone else in the inner circle is going to find out sooner or later but it's best they hear it from your mouth. Marcus already knows and might find out what the tattoo is for himself at the sight of it. The next person you should check on before then is the Barracuda, of course. Besides you, he's the bloodthirstiest person in the room.

You rise from your seat off the Bratva crate.

"Stay here and relax, Ren. I'll tell the others on the round-table what's going on with you and the tattoo in a while."

The Japanese girl nods her still blushing head.

"Yes, Reyes-sama."

Looking over to the black giant, you begin to make your way past the crowd of gangbangers to him.

Cuda immediately rises from his crate as he spies you from the corner of his eye.

"Someone need killin', boss?"

You blink.

Should have expected this but the chilling to ready to start killing jump is a bit too much.

"Not yet, how are you?"

The black giant falls back on his crate.

"Bored, bored, bored, and bored."

You sigh.

Really, you should have expected this.

>[ ] "Just wait until tomorrow. You're going to collect from drug dealers and you know how those fuckers hate giving away their money."
>[ ] "Think about the gang of boys you're going to have in Manhattan. Doesn't that sound fun?"
>[ ] "You're going to have a lot of enforcement work in the future."
>[ ] Get to the round-table and call for everyone to join you, the tattoo and Ren's condition is going to need explaining.
>[ ] Sift through the crowd of gangbangers to Marcus, he seems to be on the other side of the round-table.
>[ ] Make your way to Jesús' corner, he's looking as glum as always.
>[ ] Head to Itsuki, he's vigilant as always by the round-table.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3388989
>>[X] "Think about the gang of boys you're going to have in Manhattan. Doesn't that sound fun?"

>>3388989
This >>3388998

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>[X] "Think about the gang of boys you're going to have in Manhattan. Doesn't that sound fun?"

>(1/2)

This idea might not be enough to hold him over but it'll have to due for now. If all else fails, you can bring up the collections due tomorrow. Having your own gang and feigning independence when really you're a subservient sounds kind of fun in your mind. Of course, you don't really like the idea of serving anyone.

"Think about the gang of boys you're going to have in Manhattan. Doesn't that sound fun?"

Barracuda rises from his crate again, grinning and wide-eyed.

"Yeah! That does sound like some good ole' street gangsta fun!" He raises a hand to his chin. "How far down is that after the press conference thing?"

You blink once again.

He has a surprisingly better memory than you thought he would.

"...Somewhere down the line. I mean, you can form it while all that shit is going down. You'll answer to Ren and Marcus in the meanwhile. Just keep it on the down low, I don't want anyone not already in our crew knowing the five factions controlling each of the five boroughs are really divisions of one."

A hum rumbles in the man's throat.

"I still haven't gotten that call from those street boys of the old boss. They probably gonna when they realize I went around town knocking on shops with a girl on my shoulder. Probably gonna ask if they can join or what the fuck is going on now that the big man's gone, too."

>(2/2)

For the umpteenth time, you blink.

The idea of setting Cuda up with Kingpin's protection racket completely escaped your mind. Ren and Cuda are going to be seen as somehow allied or related to on another after the split. If you're going to carry that plan through, you're going to have to concoct a narrative of sorts. Cuda teamed up with Ren to take control of the Kingpin's main turf while the Yakuza under Itsuki took the rest of Queens from the divided Maggia after Hammerhead and Woo-Jin's assassinations and Staten Island was split between emerging gangs or conquered by one emigrating from Silvermane controlled Brooklyn to the freed Staten Island. Ren and Cuda would have to be believed to have fought one another on something between either division of authority or leadership. Knowing Cuda's nature, it really wouldn't be hard to sell that kind of story.

All-in-all, the split will have to look like a series of consequential events as a result of the assassinations. Kingpin's death resulted in Upper Manhattan and Staten Island falling to outside and emerging gangs while Lower Manhattan was completely taken over by the Golden Tiger triad due to the lack of any potential interference or repercussion from their now-dead suzerain, Woo-Jin's death resulted in his second-in-command taking his place, and Hammerhead's death resulted in his men evacuating Queens to beg for Silvio's mercy in Brooklyn, giving Kenji-Kai the opportunity to take complete hold over Queens. Cuda fell in with Ren's crew while she was taking over Harlem and split off after taking over the rest of open Manhattan due to an argument. Fact that Jesús was Ren's back up when she went back to Manhattan to take care of the pimps helps the narrative.

You grin and laugh.

It's absolutely perfect with the exception of the suspicious deaths, of which are natural due to them being assassinations.

>[ ] "Tomorrow, you're going to get to form your own crew. Midtown and Upper Manhattan are yours to collect from and I want you to make sure everyone knows Manhattan is yours. Make sure the pimps know they're with you now, not with Ren, and the dealers pay you off."
>[ ] Get to the round-table and call for everyone to join you, the tattoo and Ren's condition is going to need explaining and you need to tell everyone the narrative.
>[ ] Sift through the crowd of gangbangers to Marcus, he seems to be on the other side of the round-table.
>[ ] Make your way to Jesús' corner, he's looking as glum as always.
>[ ] Head to Itsuki, he's vigilant as always by the round-table.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3389463
>>[X] "Tomorrow, you're going to get to form your own crew. Midtown and Upper Manhattan are yours to collect from and I want you to make sure everyone knows Manhattan is yours. Make sure the pimps know they're with you now, not with Ren, and the dealers pay you off."
>>[X] Get to the round-table and call for everyone to join you, the tattoo and Ren's condition is going to need explaining and you need to tell everyone the narrative.

>>3389463
this >>3389473

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>[X] "Tomorrow, you're going to get to form your own crew. Midtown and Upper Manhattan are yours to collect from and I want you to make sure everyone knows Manhattan is yours. Make sure the pimps know they're with you now, not with Ren, and the dealers pay you off."
>[X] Get to the round-table and call for everyone to join you, the tattoo and Ren's condition is going to need explaining and you need to tell everyone the narrative.

>(1/2)

Now is the perfect time to start a meeting. Marcus might be jealous you talked to others first but you can have a talk with him after. You can say your goodbyes or just hang out until tomorrow morning. Both of you have a free afternoon. Although, you could go back to Strange to study sigils more, a total dick move on your part to get more power.

"Tomorrow, you're going to get to form your own crew. Midtown and Upper Manhattan are yours to collect from and I want you to make sure everyone knows Manhattan is yours. Make sure the pimps know they're with you now, not with Ren, and the dealers pay you off."

Cuda mimics you, grinning and laughing.

"Now that sounds like some mothafuckin' fun!"

You let out one last laugh before turning around and making your way to the front of the round-table.

Itsuki notices your presence and rises from his seat to bow.

Lifting a hand to wave in greeting, you look around to see your men sitting themselves down on the spots they were standing in.

The rest of your inner circle notices the change and rise from their little hangouts to join you in the clearing by the money bag stacked meeting table.

Round-table assembled, the six of you sit down.

Alex, Marcus, and Cuda's eyes immediately focus on the somewhat luminescent sigil on Ren's forehead.

Ren glances at the three of them before landing her eyes on yours.

You chuckle.

"For those of you that haven't noticed or don't really care, Ren's got a new cute little yin yang symbol on her forehead. It's not a tattoo, it's a magical sigil I made to indicate which personality is in control."

Cuda clucks his tongue as everyone but Marcus focuses on you with curious and cautious eyes

"Now wait a minute, boss lady here's got another person living in that head of hers?"

Nodding, you turn to the nervous looking Japanese princess.

"She's the opposite of Ren: it's her sister, Run. I'm going to be honest with you all, she's a bitch. Pretty sure she can be trusted to an extent just don't piss her off or she might do something drastic."

Alex giggles.

"I bet she's throwing a bitch fit if she can hear this right now."

>(2/2)

You laugh.

"Knowing her, she probably is. Moving on, Cuda is going to have official control over Manhattan. And by that, I mean Cuda is going to be seen as the guy controlling Manhattan. Story's gonna be that he joined up with Ren while she was shaking down Harlem but split after taking over Midtown because of disputes with Ren over turf, money, or leadership, whichever one works better. He's gonna go form his own crew of boys from Kingpin's petty thugs and collect from Manhattan on his own while Ren handles the Bronx side of things. The important thing is for you all to stay where you're going. Itsuki, you already have places in Queens so it won't be an issue; same for you, Ren. Silvio's situation is the same, too. I don't know if Cuda knows a place but he's gonna have to hunker down in Manhattan whether he likes it or not to keep up appearances and run his gang."

A sigh escapes your lips as you turn to your best friend.

"Marcus, you and your boys are gonna have the hardest time in Staten Island. It's completely unfamiliar turf but I'm sure you can find a place to hide out in. Keep your head down, too: we can't have a soon-to-be public face like yours out on the streets."

You take a deep breath.

"Overall, the story needs to be this: someone killed Woo-Jin, someone killed Kingpin, and someone killed Hammerhead so two outside gangs took over mid and upper Manhattan and Staten Island while Kenji-Kai rose from the remains of the Seong-Gumi to take over the rest of Queens while Hammerhead's forces went back to Silvio. Cuda split from the 893 to form his own gang and take over Manhattan. To people in the game and outside, it will look like a series of coincidences or natural events in this way of life with predictable consequences. No one needs to have the slightest idea of what's going and if the five different groups controlling the five boroughs are really one."

All five of your inner circle members nod their heads in complete understanding.

You let out a pleased hum.

That's all they needed to know and you know they won't fuck this up.

>[ ] "...There's a good chance I might end up locked away, if my trial doesn't go the way I want it to. If that happens, Marcus is in charge for the indefinite future. By some miracle I die and can't come back, he's the boss now and forever."
>[ ] "...There's a chance I might not be able to come back for a while. If I fail my trial, I'll be incarcerated somewhere deep and quiet thanks to these horns of mine. You're all free to do what you want if that happens."
>[ ] "I just want to thank you all for this; I wouldn't have gotten this far if it weren't for you guys."
>[ ] "Meeting's over, you should all spend the time you want to with each other and say your goodbyes."
>[ ] Go with Marcus to wherever he's walking off to after this, you need to.
>[ ] Follow Jesús, he's looking glum as usual.
>[ ] Write In.

I know I'm a day late but A New Mutant Quest is now over a year old.

Thank all of you for staying with me this long and driving me forward in spite of all my initial doubts.

>>3390089
>>[X] "...There's a chance I might not be able to come back for a while. If I fail my trial, I'll be incarcerated somewhere deep and quiet thanks to these horns of mine. You're all free to do what you want if that happens."
>>[X] "I just want to thank you all for this; I wouldn't have gotten this far if it weren't for you guys."
>>3390118
Congratulations! You've gone farther than most QMs. Let's go for another year.

>>3390089
this >>3390174

>>3390118
Good shit
You really gotta shill for players harder though, there's only like two of us voting

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>[X] "...There's a chance I might not be able to come back for a while. If I fail my trial, I'll be incarcerated somewhere deep and quiet thanks to these horns of mine. You're all free to do what you want if that happens."
>[X] "I just want to thank you all for this; I wouldn't have gotten this far if it weren't for you guys."

As much as you doubt it, there's still the sliver of a chance you'll get fucked over during the trial. Cops in New York tend to be corrupt and hold a grudge against those who hurt their dumbass 'brothers' in blue. You can bust out of there like the absolute beast you are but you can say goodbye to your anonymity, what little of it will be left.

You breathe in and sigh.

"...There's a chance I might not be able to come back for a while. If I fail my trial, I'll be incarcerated somewhere deep and quiet thanks to these horns of mine. You're all free to do what you want if that happens."

Every member of the inner circle, even the usually stone faced ones, widen their eyes ever so slightly.

It's not in your nature or usual for you to say anything remotely similar to the words coming out of your lips. The Kojo Reyes you show to the world has always been the Kojo Reyes that has never once shown weakness to anyone he didn't remotely have an attachment to. Really, saying they should still follow your orders after being stuffed in the cooler would've been more in character despite being stupid.

They've all earned their freedom from you, but it's up to them to take it if they really want to.

A chuckle escapes your lips.

"I just want to thank you all for this; I wouldn't have gotten this far if it weren't for you guys."

Your inner circle stare long and quietly at your handsome face.

Clutching your sides, you burst into a fit of laughter.

None of them, not even Marcus, seems to have any idea how to process this.

>[ ] "Stop it. Come on, is it really that hard to believe that I could be grateful? Just how much of an asshole do you people think I am?"
>[ ] "Oh come on, aren't I allowed to display compassion once in a while?"
>[ ] "I'm not joking, if that's what you're thinking, I'm being serious."
>[ ] "...This meeting is adjourned."
>[ ] "...What? What?"
>[ ] Write In.

Forgive the long wait, was distracted by assignment anxiety and calming vidya.

Anyway, it's late. I'll close voting and update tomorrow morning my time (UTC-8) as usual.

>>3390366
>You really gotta shill for players harder though, there's only like two of us voting
I've been trying, man. Don't think I'm good at shilling for myself.

>>3390705
>[ ] "Stop it. Come on, is it really that hard to believe that I could be grateful? Just how much of an asshole do you people think I am?"
>[ ] "Marcus, back me up here."
>[ ] "Oh come on, aren't I allowed to display compassion once in a while?"
>[ ] "...This meeting is adjourned. Good luck out there."

>>3390705
>>[X] "...This meeting is adjourned."

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] "Stop it. Come on, is it really that hard to believe that I could be grateful? Just how much of an asshole do you people think I am?"
>[X] "Marcus, back me up here."
>[X] "Oh come on, aren't I allowed to display compassion once in a while?"
>[X] "...This meeting is adjourned. Good luck out there."

You've had more than one personal talk with them in private. Granted, those conversations were mostly for your own gain. The more you know of and make those close to you think you care about them, the more power you hold over them.

On second thought, their reaction is kind of understandable.

"Stop it. Come on, is it really that hard to believe that I could be grateful? Just how much of an asshole do you people think I am?"

The members of your inner circle sit in silence.

Groaning, you turn to your best friend.

"Marcus, back me up here."

Truman slowly shakes his head.

"You're on your own, man."

You shoot the man and the rest of your circle a disbelieving look.

"Oh come on, aren't I allowed to display compassion once in a while?"

Alex blinks her big blue eyes.

"When we're all alone and there's no one else around. It feels special when it's just one on one. You've made me feel more like a cheap whore than anyone who's ever fucked me saying that in front of everyone else."

Ren shifts her eyes from you to the clear ground in the center of the ground circle.

"It...it feels disingenuous and unprofessional when you say something like that and don't normally act or say anything displaying compassion, Reyes-sama."

Cuda clucks his tongue.

"Thought you was a hardass nigga, boss."

You sigh.

"...This meeting is adjourned. Good luck out there."

Everyone but Marcus rises from their seats and returns to their spots, leaving the two of you sitting next to each other.

Now this just made your initial conversation a whole lot more awkward.

>[ ] "I know more magic now. I can enchant your weapons to have some magical firepower in them."
>[ ] "Should I just stick to being a dispassionate asshole?"
>[ ] "...Hey, good afternoon or whatever."
>[ ] "Did I do something to piss you off?"
>[ ] "The fuck, dude?"
>[ ] Write In.

>>3391660
>[ ] "...Hey, good afternoon or whatever."
>[ ] "Should I just stick to being a dispassionate asshole?"
Man, fuck people being ungrateful bitch niggas.

>>3391660
>>[X] "...Hey, good afternoon or whatever."
>>[X] "Did I do something to piss you off?"

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>[ ] "...Hey, good afternoon or whatever."
>[ ] "Should I just stick to being a dispassionate asshole?"

>>[X] "...Hey, good afternoon or whatever."
>>[X] "Did I do something to piss you off?"

>[X] "...Hey, good afternoon or whatever."
>[X] "Did I do something to piss you off?"

It'd be good to know if you irritated him more than usual with your few comings and frequent goings. His lack of backing as everyone disrespected you for being a human being once was some shit. The man wants you to be around more to boost morale but somehow showing compassion brings it down and doesn't warrant any back up from him.

"...Hey, good afternoon or whatever."

Marcus clucks his tongue.

"It's still morning."

You shrug.

"Then good morning."

The man sighs but doesn't say a word.

Raising an eyebrow, you shoot your best friend a look.

"Did I do something to piss you off?"

Marcus shoots you a look of his own back.

"You didn't text and you didn't call even after you gave us all phones to keep in touch. I expected you'd be out doing shit but not out till literally tomorrow morning. After tomorrow, we're probably not going to see each other for over a week."

A small hum rumbles in your throat.

"But you've gone longer without seeing me before."

Truman groans.

"Motherfucker, you just said there was a chance you could get put away for good."

You let out a groan of your own.

May have been the realistic thing to say but it wasn't the best.

>[ ] "Relax, it'll only be a few weeks or a month at most. I'll make sure Silvio gets my trial up and running. If not him, Kingpin knew more than a few corrupt judges and judicial officials."
>[ ] "Look, I'm not going anywhere. I might be out for a while but I'll never disappear. You know me."
>[ ] "I was just saying that, man."
>[ ] "Then let's make today count."
>[ ] "...Want to go have lunch?"
>[ ] Write In.

>>3392130
>>[X] "Relax, it'll only be a few weeks or a month at most. I'll make sure Silvio gets my trial up and running. If not him, Kingpin knew more than a few corrupt judges and judicial officials."
>>[X] "...Want to go have lunch?"

>>3392130
this >>3392183
also ARCHIVE THIS THREAD NIGGA