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Dead quest! Still and again!

>>3520819
It's not dead until I say it is, son.

>>3520577
>[ ] Fall back and relax until morning, you need it.
Take a break, don't do anything overt. We know he's potentially on to us and we know he's a reporter. He's caught us off guard before. Don't do anything he can photograph and definitely don't visit any of our crew.

At this point he can't really pin anything on us right now and we can definitely spin anything he tries to.

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>[X] Fall back and relax until morning, you need it.

Even if Parker wrote an article about spotting you or tried to report on your activities he wouldn't get anywhere without evidence. All the kid might have would be descriptions of you at scenes and maybe a testimony from Spider-man, if he isn't him. Spidey himself isn't credible as a source so long as he wears the mask. Besides all that, speculation is all the kid would have.

It's best for you to just sit back and chill until the kid shows up.

You set your hands on the back of your head and fall down on to the cement roof beneath your body.

A sparsely star populated sky hangs far above your head.

Frowning, you furrow your brow at the dull void.

The sky is always the same here in the heavily urbanized boroughs. The Bronx is urbanized too, but it doesn't have nearly as much lights so there are more stars glimmering up there. You've seen the sky without any electric lights nearby once at Green Mountain in Vermont. In that nature preserve, you saw the true beauty of the cosmos.

You would more than gladly snuff every false light in this city to see its beauty once more.

Gritting your teeth, you snarl for a few seconds before loosening up and taking in a deep, relaxing breath.

All the power you want will be yours in due time and you won't need any outside entities to accomplish that.

Hour after hour passes before the sky begins brighten.

You scowl as the iconic hustle and bustle of the city's richest borough fills the air.

Whatever home you end up settling in here is going to be far away from this noisy ass human ant shit.

The sun rises to its highest point and steadily begins to fall once again.

Your nose twitches as the scent of hairy latex clad spider wafts through the air.

Kicking yourself back on to your feet, a grin spreads across your face.

Spider-boy is on his way here from your left and seems to be in too much of a rush to take notice of anything beyond his immediate surroundings judging by how his scent is practically soaring towards the Daily Bugle.

Now is the perfect time to take revenge for your broken back and get a hold of Parker.

>[ ] Jump up to the roof of the taller building beside yours and pounce on the Spider from above as his web attaches to it. (Combat Skill Roll, +3 Modifier, DC16)
>[ ] Launch an exploding magic fireball at the Web-head as he swings by. (Combat Skill Roll, +3 modifier, DC18. Will Roll, +8 modifier, DC14)
>[ ] Tackle the Spider as he web-slings to the newspaper building. (Combat Skill Roll, +3 Modifier, DC18)
>[ ] Hop in front of Spidey's dumbass, the shock will make him fuck up his web-slinging.
>[ ] Whistle a tune loud enough for the kid to hear it, he'll feel it in his eardrums.
>[ ] Leap over to the roof of the Daily Bugle, you can face off with him there.
>[ ] Sit and observe Spider-boy, you don't what he's doing just yet.
>[ ] Write In.

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

Any thoughts or questions?

>>3521591
>[ ] Sit and observe Spider-boy, you don't what he's doing just yet.
Relax, just watch.

>>3521766
I don't wanna kill Spidey, but if we have to we will.

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>[X] Sit and observe Spider-boy, you don't what he's doing just yet.

A surprise attack on the magnitude of the one he did on you would make a mess of things and probably kill him. While you do want revenge, you also don't want to fuck up your anonymity. Besides that, you can't make a bundle off of Spider-man themed toys if your main attraction's a corpse.

You sit yourself down and watch as the Spider swings by.

Spider-boy lands on the roof of the Daily Bugle and hops down its side into the alley between it and another building.

Raising an eyebrow, you quietly observe the dark urban cavern.

Whoever Spider-boy really is either going to be revealed to you and fill you with a sense of accomplishment or remain unknown, making you feel like a dumbass for waiting around. He could be undressing his well-toned ass or meeting with Parker in that alleyway. You didn't see the kid packing anything back at the conference but he was wearing pretty baggy clothes.

A few seconds pass by until you see a familiar white baggy-clothed boy run out the alley and to the front of the large building's entrance.

You let out a small hum before focusing back on the alley.

Several minutes of no Spidey show pass.

Rising from your rough cement seat, you shift your gaze to the Daily Bugle.

Either Peter Parker is Spider-man or Spidey likes to languish in shitty alleyways like an actual spider.

You could go to the alley and see for yourself if Spider-man is really wallowing in the filth or hide there waiting for Spider-Parker to come back out. One could end with you being crippled again and the other could also end the same way in hindsight. If he does manage to break your spine for the umpteenth time, you can break his own in retaliation after you heal and see how he likes it. The pain might kill him before he inevitably ends up killing his crippled self, though.

As a man who has actually crippled athletic people for not following him, you would know that better than anyone else.

>[ ] "Peter Parker is Spider-maaaaaaan!"
>[ ] Close your physical eyes and flow through your third, you'll surely know whether or not if Parker is the Web-head if you do this.
>[ ] Teleport into J. Jonah Jameson's office, you're sure he'll forgive the intrusion so long as you give him your story.
>[ ] Launch an exploding magic fireball at the Daily Bugle, magical domestic terrorism will surely further your goals.
>[ ] Call Marcus, get a description of his surroundings, and teleport over to him. He is your best friend.
>[ ] Hop into the alleyway, Spider-boy will either be in there or Parker will eventually.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3522960
>[ ] Take a sniff. Parker and Spiderman should have different scents.

Don't want to rely completely on the third eye. If spideys smell follows Parker's into the Bugle then we also know they're the same.

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>[X] Take a sniff. Parker and Spiderman should have different scents.

Everyone has their own unique scent factoring in their age, race, and various other genetic human ingredients. Spider-man's is especially unique in how he actually smells kind of like a spider. It should be easy to distinguish if Parker is Spider-man through that fact alone.

Closing all three of your eyes, you fall down on to your hands and feet and take in the surrounding air through your nose.

The pungent scent of coffee and old paper waft alongside the Spider's scent with all the other surrounding scents.

You open your eyes, push yourself up back on to your feet, and blink your big red-on-black demon kitty pupils.

Parker is definitely Spider-man or hangs around the guy too much to the point his scent somehow comes off his clothes. Knowing your luck, it's the former rather than the latter. He picked a really shitty job if he wanted to conceal his identity: a lot of those shots of Spider-man are taken at an elevated angle way too close to the action for any normal person to take a steady shot.

Raising your hand to your chin, you let out a hum.

His secret identity would explain those baggy clothes of his. The kid is pretty fucking ripped for his age. Maybe if he showed his body off more he'd smell less like a chemical doused child and more like a vibrant virile young man.

A groan escapes your lips as you feel your blood flow change its usual routes.

The Spider's absolutely useless and repugnant to you the way he is now. Maybe in a few years when he's had time to mature and you've gotten to know each other. Fucking around with his life, secret identity, and world view could speed things up a bit, but you shouldn't rush.

Like you, his body is way too developed for his age, but unlike you, he still has a baby face.

You shake your head free of your wandering thoughts.

It's time for you to decide on how you're going to handle this.

>[ ] "Peter Parker is Spider-maaaaaaan!"
>[ ] Teleport into J. Jonah Jameson's office, you're sure he'll forgive the intrusion so long as you give him your story.
>[ ] Launch an exploding magic fireball at the Daily Bugle, magical domestic terrorism will surely further your goals.
>[ ] Call Marcus, get a description of his surroundings, and teleport over to him. He is your best friend.
>[ ] Follow along the route the Web-slinger took here, everyone has a home or a base.
>[ ] Hop into the alleyway, Spider-boy will be there eventually.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3523399
>[ ] Follow along the route the Web-slinger took here, everyone has a home or a base.

Try to be as low profile as possible. Do some recon.

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>[X] Follow along the route the Web-slinger took here, everyone has a home or a base.

It's possible Parker might get the drop on you if you decide to hide in the alley. Better to catch him off guard when he thinks he's returned to his sanctuary only to find you waiting for him. An all out super powered brawl here will attract attention you don't need and can't afford to have.

Jumping at a slanted angle, you flip sideways on to the roof of the building to your former left.

You pivot over to the direction Spider-boy came from and take off into the cityscape.

The Spider's scent is faint in the air but his industrial strength home-brew web is more than strong enough to trace his path here.

Leisurely but steadily, you follow kid spider's path up from 2nd and east 39th to Williamsburg Bridge.

A curious hum rumbles in your throat as you hop across the overhead bridge supports.

Spider-boy is nowhere near as strong as you are but you can tell his acrobatics are on the same level if not better than yours. The chemical web he uses is a pretty amazing tool: using it, he can keep up his momentum and minimize the amount of time it takes to get to his destination. It might be worthwhile to attain some or maybe just conjure up some magical variant of it in your own distinct style. However, you can teleport now so magical flexible chains wouldn't be of much use to you.

Hopping off the last support into Brooklyn, you shrug.

It might be useless for transportation but you could use some stiff magical chains and whips to fuck more people up. Ren could teach you how to fight with them. Might bring up some memories of her sister and the Queen Bitch herself but it's worth the emotional trauma.

Thirty or so minutes of following Spider-Maybe-Parker path from Queens to Brooklyn pass before you find yourself in a cozy small townhouse neighborhood.

You land on the roof of a house opposite of one absolutely reeking of the Spider's scent and what seems to be that of an old woman.

A grin spreads across your face.

This is definitely his home.

>[ ] Close your two eyes and pour out into the world through your third, can never be too careful in this weird world.
>[ ] Launch an exploding magic fireball at the place, magical domestic terrorism will surely further your goals.
>[ ] Jump to the roof of the house and sneak inside, he'll freak the fuck out when he finds you waiting for him
>[ ] Set exploding seals around his home triggered only in his presence, what better way to fuck with him.
>[ ] Hop over to the front door and knock, it's only polite.
>[ ] Write In.

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

Forgot, any thoughts or questions?

>>3523675
>[ ] Close your two eyes and pour out into the world through your third, can never be too careful in this weird world.

>>3523788
Bro I don't wanna out Kojo with this, just recon. Simply knowing Parker is Spidey AND where he lives is enough, but sneaking in to check his stuff might be further intel

>>3523675
Seconding >>3523946

I'm not looking to act on Spidey yet, just get leverage.

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>[X] Close your two eyes and pour out into the world through your third, can never be too careful in this weird world.

Paranoia has never managed to fail you just yet. The place could be booby-trapped with ninja grannies or something. Spider-boy being an agent of the Hand or a hired handy man was a theory or two Kingpin had: fatass may have been part of the organization but they were on the outs with each other.

You close your physical eyes and pour out into the world through your third.

That which is you encompasses your meatbag, the shelter beneath it, and the entire score of shelters around it.

A room on the upper floor of the Spider's Lair tastes, smells, feels, sounds, and looks very much like him and contains numerous synthetic suits in his visage as well as a chemistry set. In the kitchen, an old woman carries a metal pot of freshly baked sweet bread in her mitten hands. An old picture of Parker, an old man, and the old woman rests on a nightstand by what seems to be the old woman's bed.

You open your eyes and blink them at the humble townhouse.

Parker is definitely Spider-boy and it looks a lot like the kid is either an adopted orphan or living with his distant relatives.

A grin spreads across your face.

Now you have the perfect thing to use against him if he ever gets too uppity. Hell, you could use her to get him to go along with whatever you want him to do. It'll teach him playing hero will endanger the people he loves.

You let out a hum.

Although, you still need people like him to handle the super powered dipshits that wreck things for everyone. None of your men are ever going to make enough noise to attract the Spider's attention unless a racketee is rebelling. Maybe if Spider-boy decides to start gunning for your head you'll use his granny against him.

Either and anyway, you know Spidey's identity and a weak point now.

>[ ] Launch an exploding magic fireball at the place, magical domestic terrorism will surely further your goals.
>[ ] Jump to the roof of the house and sneak inside, he'll freak the fuck out when he finds you waiting for him
>[ ] Set exploding seals around his home triggered only in his presence, what better way to fuck with him.
>[ ] Call Marcus, get a description of his surroundings, and teleport over to him. He is your best friend.
>[ ] Hop over to the front door and knock, it's only polite.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3524449
>[ ] Call Marcus, get a description of his surroundings, and teleport over to him. He is your best friend, and starting to think with portals is something that can all but benefit him in the long run.

>>3524449
>[ ] You got what you came for. Leave the area for now.

>>3524459
We don't want to risk being seen with any of our crew right now. As far as everyone is concerned they all act independently. We don't want to botch anything by accidentally getting spotted with any of them.

>>3524500
OK backing this instead of my vote in >>3524459

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>[X] You got what you came for. Leave the area for now.

Nothing else for you to do here. Waiting to ambush and surprise Spider-boy will just let him know you know his dirty little red and blue secret. Magical domestic terrorism will no doubt attract Strange's attention. Better to leave now and save this new trump card of yours for later.

Pivoting on your heel, you turn and take off into the Queens cityscape.

You hop from to rooftop to rooftop until you're far away from the Spider's neighborhood.

A wistful sigh escapes your lips as you land on the roof of a towering skyscraper.

There's not much else for you to do now but wait. Showing up at any of your lieutenants' bases will let new recruits now what's really going on. Too many people are already in the know as is but they can be trusted to keep their mouths shut in fear of torture and death.

Spinning over to Brooklyn's direction, a small hum escapes your lips.

Old man Silvio still needs to know the next steps of your plan and set a date for another press conference.

You raise a hand up to your chin.

It would also be good to start getting in touch with those cops you saved. Not right now, of course, but later for the trial you're most definitely going to have. Might be good to have them specifically there to arrest you and safely deliver you into custody rather than some half-assed attempt to merc your fine ass by some punkass boys in blue out of there league, though.

>[ ] Flip out your burner and dial in Silvio's number, you've got shit to set.
>[ ] Take out your phone and call Marcus, a check-up is inconspicuous enough.
>[ ] Pull out your cell and phone Ren, she should be recruiting people.
>[ ] Call up Alex, you would very much like to hear her talk normally.
>[ ] Teleport inside the Fazioli, you could use a drink.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3524717
>[ ] Flip out your burner and dial in Silvio's number, you've got shit to set.

>>3524717
this >>3524811

Got to go due some group project shit. Will probably be back late.

Will close voting and update when I get back or tomorrow morning

Thoughts or questions?

>>3524883
Any plans on how to handle things once we're running businesses? If we keep the pace we're at we'll never get any projects done.

>>3524919
Delegating tasks to middle management. Also, a few timeskips here and there.

>tfw you actually got a certificate

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>[X] Flip out your burner and dial in Silvio's number, you've got shit to set.

There is no better time like the present to prepare for the future. In fact, there is no other time you can actually prepare for the future in. Everything needs to be set down here and now for it to come up positively later. You haven't gotten this far by just waiting for shit to happen without setting it in motion.

Digging your hand into your phone pocket, you flip out your burner and input Silvio's contact number.

An ever so familiar dull drone dials in your ear three times before breaking.

"Hello, is this who I'm expecting or someone I'm going to have to be concerned of?"

You chuckle from your side of the line.

"Relax, Silvio, it's me; it's always me. How many people do you actually talk to through this number?"

A hum fuzzes through the burner speakers.

"Half a dozen or so people. You're the most important out of all of them but they're doing their own vital work for me. Speaking of vital, did you enjoy the press conference? Sofia said she saw you and that you waved at her."

Smiling, you let out your own hum in confirmation.

"It was fantastic; you did a good job. The Atlas was the perfect monument to perform in front of. Only bad thing is now we can't really use it for the next conference."

Old man grumbles crackle through the block of plastic.

"The audience asked me so many redundant questions. I can understand the suspicion but I do not understand the need to ask me things I will obviously deny and repeat my previous answers to. Hopefully, there won't be as much next time, if you decide not to answer any."

You chuckle to yourself.

While a funny thing to hear, it might actually be good for you to answer some questions. Obviously, you can't exactly delve into detail about certain things about yourself but you can sell them what you want them to believe you are. It'd be easy in comparison to all the other crazy shit you've done.

>[ ] "I need you to set another conference in a week. You'll say I contacted you and would make presence known to both you and the public in a specific area. Better for people to think you and I don't really know each other."
>[ ] "Can you get in touch with officers Jackson Matthews, Abigail Forest, Steven Neville, and Ian Parish?"
>[ ] "You're going to present me in a week to the world at somewhere else that's big and memorable."
>[ ] "Do you know anyone in the police that can show up to peacefully arrest me?"
>[ ] "I'm just going to publicly turn myself in."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3526361
>[ ] "I need you to set another conference in a week. You'll say I contacted you and would make presence known to both you and the public in a specific area. Better for people to think you and I don't really know each other."
>[ ] "Can you get in touch with officers Jackson Matthews, Abigail Forest, Steven Neville, and Ian Parish?"
Should we have Murdock represent us at the inevitable trial?

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>[X] "I need you to set another conference in a week. You'll say I contacted you and would make presence known to both you and the public in a specific area. Better for people to think you and I don't really know each other."
>[X] "Can you get in touch with officers Jackson Matthews, Abigail Forest, Steven Neville, and Ian Parish?"

While it would be good for Silvio himself to present and introduce you to the world, it would also be incredibly suspicious. A number of things could have been said to you and actions coerced by the old crime king. Only Spider Parker has the faintest idea of what's really going on with you two. If you come in hopping, no one but him will suspect you're under Silvio's influence.

"I need you to set another conference in a week. You'll say I contacted you and would make presence known to both you and the public in a specific area. Better for people to think you and I don't really know each other."

Silvio lets out another hum.

"Good thinking. The more you distance yourself from criminal elements, the more you'll appear clean and legitimate. I'll set another press conference at the same time in seven days."

You gaze out at the sprawling urban cityscape of Queens.

"Can you get in touch with officers Jackson Matthews, Abigail Forest, Steven Neville, and Ian Parish?"

The line lays silent for a few moments.

"...I have no idea who those people are but I'll have some of my friends in the ranks get into contact. Are there any instructions you want me to give them, Don?"

You nod your head.

"Have them show up at the press conference or at least patrolling around the area: I can't stay free forever with that coffee shop incident hanging over my head. Don't worry about the trial, I'll handle that business myself. Might have to get you to grease the wheels of justice to push up the trial, though."

A sigh fuzzes through the burner speakers.

"Won't exactly be easy but I'll get it done if it needs to be, Don. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

Looking up at the wide blue sky, you let out a hum.

There's little else but make conversation and you've got nothing better to do right now.

>[ ] "Talk to you later, old man Silvio."
>[ ] "Just what time is it right now?"
>[ ] "How has your day been so far?
>[ ] "Did you know magic is real?"
>[ ] "Are you free for food?"
>[ ] "How is Sofia?"
>[ ] Write In.

>>3526745
>>[X] "How has your day been so far?
>>[X] "Did you know magic is real?"
some casual talk and i wonder if we can get this man some youth
also good night qm

>>3526745
this >>3526777

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>[X] "How has your day been so far?"
>[X] "Did you know magic is real?"

Some small talk never hurt any known or unknown criminal masterminds. It's not like there's anyone tracking this phone call to get a hit on your locations. They would have to know of your existence and the old lion's cell's. As for magic, Silvio has probably lived long enough to have seen some shit. He might already know or casually accept the revelation with no real surprise.

"How has your day been so far?"

A wondering 'eh' crackles through from the other line.

"Fine I suppose: I haven't heard any upsetting news or been made aware of complications in my affairs. I won't know if today will have been a peaceful day until the end of it, however. Considering I shocked the entire city yesterday, I doubt today will end an entirely pleasant day."

You chuckle as you level your gaze back at Queen's cityscape.

If you factor in all the newspapers in New York, Silvio will be drowning in press the moment he leaves whatever area of refuge he's in now.

"Did you know magic is real?"

The line lays silent for a moment.

"...I'm sorry, Don, I think I misheard you say something incredibly ridiculous."

Clucking your tongue, you cross your arms.

"Oh come on! People like me, my mother, and father exist in this world and somehow magic is beyond the realms of possibility?"

A lengthy groan fuzzes through the burner speakers.

"While I admit the existence of mutants and natural born killers such as your father are exceptional, magic is something on an entirely different level of absurdity relating to the very nature of reality itself."

You hum in confirmation.

"That's exactly what magic is."

For the umpteenth time, the line lays silent before being filled with a fuzzy sigh.

"...Can you prove it, Don?"

A grin spreads across your face.

Oh, this is going to be fun.

>[ ] "Describe your surroundings. I'll be there in a flash."
>[ ] "I'll show you next time I see you in person."
>[ ] "No, you don't deserve to see magic."
>[ ] "Are you free for food?"
>[ ] "How is Sofia?"
>[ ] Write In.

>>3527246
>[ ] "I'll show you next time I see you in person."
Not something to do in public. The less people who know we can do magic the better.

>>3527246
>[ ] "I'll show you next time I see you in person."
Gotta enlighten Silvermane one last time before he croaks

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

Any thoughts or questions?

>>3527246
>>[ ] "I'll show you next time I see you in person."
>>3527338
not really

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>[X] "I'll show you next time I see you in person."

His foolish old heretical views must be annihilated eventually. You can't do that right now on account of your machinations, of course, but you can certainly do it later. It might give him a heart attack, though. Would be easy for you to carry him to the nearest hospital, but the old man might die or come out crippled.

You shrug your grin off.

"I'll show you next time I see you in person."

Another old man grumble crackles through your burner's speaker.

"Guess I'll be waiting until then, Don."

Raising an eyebrow, you glance at your cell from the corner of your eye.

"Oh you will, old man." Moving your thumb over to the red phone button, you press it down and end the call.

You slip your burner back into your pocket and gaze out into the wide open cityscape.

There's little else for you to for the next seven days beside just taking it easy. Lot of people can't ask for much more than that but you're not a lot of people. It might have been possible back before all this but you've felt your heartbeat again and smelled the blood.

A sigh escapes your lips.

Even when the wait is up, you're going to have to spend some time in a cell before your trial. It'll be brief in comparison to the seven days but that's still more waiting. The press conference will probably be fun enough to hold you over, though.

>[ ] Conjure a portal to Phineas basement, the man should be done with your super phone by now.
>[ ] Open a portal to the second floor of the base, your guitar is probably there.
>[ ] Weave a portal to Strange's, he might have not heard the news just yet.
>[ ] Flip out your burner again and call Phineas, it's been a while.
>[ ] Dig out your phone and call Cuda, he should be set.
>[ ] Take out your cell and dial Marcus, he is your boy.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3528955
>[ ] Dig out your phone and call Cuda, he should be set.
Let's check in on Barra here
>[ ] Open a portal to the second floor of the base, your guitar is probably there.
I wonder if we can work on teaching Alex more magic, or anyone else still there at the old base

>>3528955
Can we just lay low and timeskip a few days or at least until the next major thing? Anything we do right now just feels like we're either spinning our wheels or potentially giving ourselves away.

>>3529079
If that's what you want.

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>>3529079
>Anything we do right now just feels like we're either spinning our wheels or potentially giving ourselves away.
I agree.
Kinda eggshells at the moment.

>>3521818
>I don't wanna kill Spidey, but if we have to we will.
>>3524449
>Maybe if Spider-boy decides to start gunning for your head you'll use his granny against him.
This.
All we need to do is drop a few details about the inside of Aunt May's Bedroom to make his heart sink.
Kojo knows you.

Hopefully, it won't come to that, but we'll see.

>[X] Dig out your phone and call Cuda, he should be set.
>[X] Open a portal to the second floor of the base, your guitar is probably there.

Marcus can take care of himself but Cuda requires some amount of supervision. He is a professional soldier but he's also a crazy fucking killing machine with a taste for mayhem and unnecessary casualties. It wouldn't surprise you if he somehow managed to beat your name out of the newspapers with the amount of bitches he'd cap.

Once again, you dig your phone into your pocket and flip out your burner before inputting Cuda's number.

The line dial drones four times before breaking.

"Yo! What up, dog?"

A laugh escapes your lips.

"It's me; how are things on your end."

Cuda's ever so familiar boisterous laughter booms through the block of plastic in your hand.

"Oh shit, boss! You wouldn't fuckin' believe how easy it was to trick these ignorant ass mothafuckas that I was gonna be the new big man!"

You blink and raise a wary eyebrow.

"Uh, Cuda, are any of those ignorant ass motherfuckers in earshot?"

A loud clucking tongue crackles through your burner speakers.

"Fuck no! I'm in an old safehouse sippin' wine and enjoying the silence free of ignorant ass niggas. Whatcha doin', boss?"

Shaking your head, you look out at the endless urban cityscape of queens.

"Taking in the sights, checking up on you guys, taking care of loose-ends."

Cuda's laughter once again fills your ears.

"Good on you, boss."

You laugh back as you move you thumb over the end call button.

"I'll check in with you later, Cuda." Pressing down, you end the call.

Slipping your burner back into your pocket, you motion a portal into being in front of you leading to your old base's barracks.

The guitar will be safe there but you kind of want see if Alex is willing to learn more magic with you.

You step through the portal into the unpopulated second floor of the Hunts Point warehouse.

Shame no one is around to react in awe of you and your limitless magica prowess.

>[ ] Hop downstairs and ask Alex if she wants to apprentice more, friendship is magic.
>[ ] Plop yourself down and rest, surely you can do this for an entire week.
>[ ] Find your guitar and go, there's other stuff you want to do.
>[ ] Lay down and relax, you can do it if you try.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3529473
>>[ ] Hop downstairs and ask Alex if she wants to apprentice more, friendship is magic.

>>3529473
>[ ] Hop downstairs and ask Alex if she wants to apprentice more, friendship is magic.
More magic users the better

>>3529564
BEACUSE MAGIC IS FRIENDSHIP MY BUDE

Voting closed; writing now.

I return to have missed the vote but approve of the outcome.
Again.
Just like old times.

>[X] Hop downstairs and ask Alex if she wants to apprentice more, friendship is magic.

>(1/2)

The more magic users in your crew, the better. Future tech might help you with Shield and Hydra but it won't be of much use against the resurrecting ninja assassins that are the Hand. Both of you and Marcus can scorch the bodies into ash after you kill those ancient mostly Asian precursor fucks. Other than that, it's fucking magic.

Pivoting to the direction of the ladders, you walk towards the two openings and hop down one.

A guttural cat-like growl fills the air as you your feet touch the cement floor.

You raise your head to see a glimmer steel shooting towards you.

Raising a hand, you catch the blade in-between your fingers before it can pierce into your right eye.

Alex, arm outstretched sitting in Ren's lap and smothering the Japanese girl with her breasts, blinks her big blue eyes at you.

"...Meow?"

You drop the knife and wave at the girl as the blade clinks against the ground.

"Hello to you too; think you could get your medium-sized tits out of my lieutenant's face?"

The blond looks down at Ren's black head before backing off with a pleased smile.

"Meow!"

Ren pushes Alex off her lap, hops off, and turns to bow towards you.

"Good evening, Reyes-sama."

Minxy pounces back on to the round-table chair and waves at your magnificent self.

"Meow?"

You return your hand back to your side.

"I made a magic portal to the second floor and walked through it into here. Want me to teach you how to do that too or are you fine just knowing the basics?"

Alex blinks her big blue eyes once again before hopping off the chair and crawling past Ren and a couple of footsoldiers to your feet.

"Meow."

You pick the lynxy minx up in your arms.

>(2/2)

"I'll check in from time to time, Ren; this will probably be the only time I do it in person, though. Start recruiting as soon as possible and make sure everyone knows you're the boss bitch around here."

The Japanese girl blinks and nods her magically tattooed head obediently.

"I will, Reyes-sama."

Humming a pleased hum, you hop up to the second floor with Alex snuggling against your chest.

You toss the blond girl on to the sea of futons as soon as you land and cross your arms.

"Next time you throw a knife at me, you better not miss."

The blond, stretching herself out against the soft floor, lets out a yawn.

"It was only a feint: I was going to throw a magic lightning one in-between your eyes after but then I realized it was you." She rolls on to her stomach and rises on all fours. "I can make it up to you, if you want."

You roll your eyes.

"Still not in the mood and you know I like you better when you act like an actual person."

A groan escapes the girl's lips.

"You're never going to let me have fun now that you know how I really am, are you?"

Nodding, you sit yourself down.

"Do you want to learn more magic or what?"

The girl sighs and nods before sitting herself down someways in front of you.

"That's what I came up here with you for, so how do I make portals?"

A hum rumbles in your throat.

Portals will probably take the entire day and teaching her the advanced stuff will definitely take the week. You can kill time with Alex teaching her all your magic tricks. It sure as hell beats doing nothing but it means doing nothing else but teaching her magic.

>[ ] "We're not gonna stop at teleportation, you're going to be on my level by the time we're done."
>[ ] "This is going to a while, so sit back and relax."
>[ ] "First, let me get my guitar."
>[ ] Make a portal to Owl's, it is your training spot.
>[ ] Write In.

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

Any thoughts or questions?

>>3529837
>>[ ] "This is going to a while, so sit back and relax."

>>3529837
This >>3530699

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] "This is going to a while, so sit back and relax."

Still a few things you want to do besides teaching Alex more magic before the next big day. Teleportation will take all day or more with the way Marcus and Alex progress so teaching all the advanced magics will probably take all week. It's going to be exhausting explaining whatever you can remember of portal theory and beginner portal conjuring. Once you understand, it's hard to imagine not: it's like realizing a universal truth, just like with the basics.

"This is going to a while, so sit back and relax."

Alex nods her pretty golden head and leans back as you begin to lecture.

Several hours of theory breakdown, sample portal castings, ping portal pong, and lecturing go by.

You rise from the black asphalt and stretch yourself out under the somewhat starry night sky.

Near the end of your magic tutoring session, you had Alex teleport the two of you to Owl's to avoid the prying baggy eyes of Ren's foot-soldiers. It's best no one but your inner circle knows how magic is casted or what exactly magic is. An infinite resource with infinite possibilities shouldn't be available to everyone, like Alex said.

The blond falls back on to the cold, hard ground and lets out a long drawn out groan.

"Fuuuck you, space-time, you're my bitch now."

Yawning, you sit yourself back down on the black floor.

"And remember who you belong to."

Lynxy minxy giggles as she raises her upper body off the ground.

"I'll remember when you're inside part of me that I can feel you more in."

You roll your eyes.

That will have to wait until you're more comfortable and ready for sex again. You'll probably kill her with the way you are now; it's happened before in the past and was incredibly embarrassing to have learned you could kill people with your dick. Both you and Marcus had the most awkward conversation when you showed up back at the warehouse with blood on the crotch of your pants. Neither of you ever brought it up afterward with good reason.

Anyway, it seems like you're done here.

>[ ] "You'll sleep beside me tonight and do nothing else."
>[ ] "Want to get dinner? Sylvia's should still be open."
>[ ] "I trust you can teleport yourself back home?"
>[ ] "...Do you want to watch the stars with me?"
>[ ] "Want to learn more of the advanced stuff?"
>[ ] Flip out your burner and call Phineas, it's been a while.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3531194
>>[ ] "Want to learn more of the advanced stuff?"

>>3531194
this >>3531228
teleporting super-assassin slut is go!

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>[X] "Want to learn more of the advanced stuff?"

It's probably too late for her to learn anything else: unlike you, normal humans like her need to sleep. That doesn't mean you shouldn't ask her if she wants to learn more, though. The more magic she knows, the better of an assassin she'll be. Just knowing teleportation is enough to elevate her above the usual hitmen and knives in the dark.

"Want to learn more of the advanced stuff?"

The blondy rapidly nods her head.

"Hell yeah! I know how to manipulate the fabric of space and time now: there's no way I'm going to use it for just ripping holes to secure locations." She collapses back on to the hard black ground. "...Just let me sleep for a while."

You let out a small laugh.

"Only teleportation and sigil weaving involve manipulating space and time. Making magic constant, imbuing things with magic, and calling on the gods for power are easier but complicated in their own way."

Alex immediately raises her upper body back up to stare at you with wide eyes.

"Wait, gods are real?"

Nodding, you shoot the girl a curious look.

"Yeah, why? Don't tell me you're religious or believe any of that bullshit."

Your personal assassin shakes her head.

"No, but don't you think that's worrying? I mean, if beings like gods exist, just what exactly are they doing? How did they get here? What do they want?"

Another laugh escapes your lips.

"Drinking in their own dimension, they were born from this planet, and I think they just want someone to care about them. At least, the Olympians or just Mercury are, were and do."

Alex blinks her big blue eyes.

"...Well, that's just disappointing."

You hum in agreement.

They're less gods and more relics of a bygone age, albeit powerful relics. The cosmic embodiments of Life and Death are more god-like than they will ever be. You're not sure if there's one above all of them but there very much might be.

>[ ] "I'll see you tomorrow, then. Teleport back here when you're ready to learn; I won't be far."
>[ ] "Want to get dinner before bed? Sylvia's should still be open."
>[ ] "I trust you can teleport yourself back home?"
>[ ] "...Do you want to watch the stars with me?"
>[ ] Flip out your burner and call Phineas, it's been a while.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3531463
>>[X] "Want to get dinner before bed? Sylvia's should still be open."
If yes, then dinner with Formerly White Rich Bitch Named Magical Teleporting Super-Assassin Slut could be fun.

If she's too tuckered for dinner out without "eating out" as a possible follow up, then:
>>[X] "I'll see you tomorrow, then. Teleport back here when you're ready to learn; I won't be far."
>>[X] Flip out your burner and call Phineas, it's been a while.

>>3531463
This >>3531686

>>3531194
>An infinite resource with infinite possibilities shouldn't be available to everyone
Just Mutant Kingpins of Crime, their best bros, and near crazy cat girl ninja assassins.
Yep. Sounds legit.

>>3531698
I'm idly curious if serendipity, you saw thread get bumped, or you were waiting for another poster before voting.

>>3531728
>you were waiting for another poster before voting
usually this

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>>3531731
Okay, cool.
Any voice is a good one.
I just hope you chime in on your own when you're sure of the vote you want.

Even when if a player isn't sure what to do, a comment is still something. As a QM, I know that a silent invisible audience is indistinguishable from no audience. Hence, my witless posts even after the vote is closed.
Of course, fungus is used to growing strong, even alone in the quiet, dark places...

>>3531769
>witless posts even after the vote is closed.
Hey!
Case in point!
...which Google has informed me does not quite mean what I had always thought, but close enough.

>[X] "Want to get dinner before bed? Sylvia's should still be open."
>[X] "I'll see you tomorrow, then. Teleport back here when you're ready to learn; I won't be far."
>[X] Flip out your burner and call Phineas, it's been a while.

>(1/2)

Wouldn't hurt to have a bite to eat with a person who's likely going to be at your side for a long time. You doubt you'll have much use for her with all the enforcers you've picked up, though. However, she'll be useful to have in case your boys come across an adversary that can't be killed by conventional means or in case someone too well protected makes an enemy of you. Maybe she'll excel in corporate espionage; Bullseye's a little too expensive for simple CEO killings Alex could do.

"Want to get dinner before bed? Sylvia's should still be open."

The blond girl shrugs.

"Sure, what do they serve?"

You squat down, leveling your gaze with Alex's.

"Soul food."

A grimace makes its way on your magical assassin's face.

"Eww, no thank you then."

The smallest of smirks forms from your lips.

"They also serve other things that aren't roasted pig feet."

Alex shakes her head.

"Still no; besides, I don't think I'd be welcome in a soul food place."

You raise an eyebrow before blinking your eyes in realization.

"Oh yeah, you're the whitest girl I've ever met: taking you to a soul food restaurant is like asking everyone to stare at us. Well, even more than usual, in my case."

>(2/2)

The blond giggles.

"Took you long enough. You're always the first guy to point out this kind of thing. Been spending too much time in the other boroughs, huh?"

Shaking your head, you chuckle to yourself.

"I'll see you tomorrow, then. Teleport back here when you're ready to learn; I won't be far."

Alex rises from the ground and yawns as she stretches her lithe body out.

"See you later, boss." Making a motion of her hands, a portal appears at her side. "Damn, I love this."

You smile and wave goodbye while the girl walks through the tear in space and time to your old base.

Now you why Strange kept you around even though you acted like an asshole to him: your apprentices accomplishments and joy are, in a way, your accomplishments and joy.

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

It's been some time since you've check in on him. He wasn't exactly doing so hot last time, being all maniacal and shit. That metal homunculous monstrosity of his didn't exactly bode well either.

The line dial drones once before breaking.

"Hello, Sir!" A familiar metallic abomination says. "I'm afraid my master is unable to come to the phone at the moment; how may I help you?"

You glare at the block of plastic from the corner of your eye.

As if the little tin orphan bastard couldn't get any creepier.

>[ ] "Tim, get Phineas on the line before I come over there and make you scrap."
>[ ] "Mercury, smite this Tiny Tin Tim dipshit."
>[ ] "...What did you do to Phineas?"
>[ ] "...Is the old man alright?"
>[ ] "..."
>[ ] Make a portal to Phineas' basement, he needs your help from his sentient slave boy.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3532149
>[ ] "...Is the old man alright?"
"Jumping to conclusions is bad" is the lesson Kojo learned from Phineas before. He would do well not to forget it here.

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

Any thoughts or questions?

>>3532160
support

>>3532149
>>[X] "...Is the old man alright?"

>>3532160
>"Jumping to conclusions is bad" is the lesson Kojo learned from Phineas before. He would do well not to forget it here.
This.
We should know *why* he can't come to the phone.

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>[X] "...Is the old man alright?"

Making assumptions is detrimental to your understanding of things, even if that thing were a small metal sentient monstrosity that shouldn't exist. Phineas probably can't come to the phone on account of being burned out or tinkering the fuck out of the alien material you gave him. Tiny Tin fuck could just be looking out for his old master, like a good slave bitch.

"...Is the old man alright?"

Hydraulic churning briefly fills the line.

"Yes he is, sir Kojo! He's been resting in bed the past few days since finishing your erudite cellular stealth phone. It seems to have to taken a lot out of Master Phineas or Master Phineas is simply enjoying rest free of orders from super criminals."

A small hum rumbles in your throat.

"How long has he been asleep?"

Once again, metallic whirring fills your right ear.

"Approximately six hours, thirty-one minutes, seventy-nine seconds, and three hundred sixty milliseconds in Earth's time. Would you like me to calculate Master Phineas' rest in galactic time?"

You blink and shake your head.

"No, I just needed to know if Phineas was taking a nap or fell into a coma... Thanks, Tim."

A metal boy's cry for joy fuzzles through the burner speakers.

"You're welcome, Sir Kojo!"

Grimacing, you let out a groan.

This little tin bastard is just too fucking weird.

>[ ] "You seem a lot smarter than I child should be."
>[ ] "I'll call Phineas back tomorrow morning."
>[ ] "Hold on, I'll be in there in a second."
>[ ] "Can you tell me why we exist?"
>[ ] "Why did Phineas make you?"
>[ ] Write In.

>>3533437
>>[ ] "Can you tell me why we exist?"
>>[ ] "Why did Phineas make you?"

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>[X] "Can you tell me why we exist?"
>[X] "Why did Phineas make you?"

You doubt he'll have a reasonable answer to this question, like anyone else, but it'd be fun to hear his if it doesn't break his robot mind. There's always the smallest of chances the tiny tin man will actually end up saying something enlightening. Phineas is a genius and probably made him smarter than he looks.

Thinning your lips into a flat line, you look up at the starry sky.

"Can you tell me why we exist?"

Silence fills the line for a full minute before the robot child's voice fills it again.

"I was created by Master Phineas from a durable stainless steel alloy and numerous efficient electrical conductors attached to a high tech mainframe powered by a small nuclear battery. You, Sir Kojo, are a result of several million years of evolution from single cell organisms."

A sigh escapes your lips.

"Do you know how or why those single cell organisms existed though?"

Once again, the line falls silent.

"...No, no I do not; they simply were. Somehow, they were... Strange."

You hum in agreement.

"Doesn't that make you wonder?" A scowl makes its way on to your face. "Doesn't that make you angry?"

Metallic whirring returns to the other side of the line.

"No, why does it make you angry?"

Blinking your pulsating eyes, you look down at your now bleeding free hand and sigh.

"Why did Phineas make you?"

Excited mechanical churning creaks from the robot boy.

"Master Phineas had no children of his own so he created me after Mistress Mason passed away."

You pull your fingers free from you palm and hum once again.

That's something about Phineas you didn't know; it would explain a lot of things and the metal kid. You probably would've done something akin to that in the same situation, if you couldn't have children. Instead of building one, you'd raise the street orphans of Hunts Point and teach them how to survive.

>[ ] "You seem a lot smarter than a child should be."
>[ ] "I'll call Phineas back tomorrow morning."
>[ ] "Hold on, I'll be in there in a second."
>[ ] "Why did he turn you off?"
>[ ] Hop to the open roof of Owl's and relax, it is late.
>[ ] Clear your mind of all other things and just focus on relaxing and teaching Alex, there's no need to concern yourself with anything else.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3534090
>[ ] "You seem a lot smarter than a child should be."
>[ ] "Why did he turn you off?"
>[ ] "I'll call Phineas back tomorrow morning."
>[ ] Clear your mind of all other things and just focus on relaxing and teaching Alex, there's no need to concern yourself with anything else.

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

Any thoughts or questions on your jelly brains?

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] "You seem a lot smarter than a child should be."
>[X] "Why did he turn you off?"
>[X] "I'll call Phineas back tomorrow morning."
>[X] Clear your mind of all other things and just focus on relaxing and teaching Alex, there's no need to concern yourself with anything else.

>(1/2)

He talks like an autistic kid on adderall speaking through a shitty microphone but he knows more than what he sounds like he does. Mason did program him to have the sentience of a small child too. It's very much possible that Phineas programmed the tin man to be as smart as he was as a kid. Wouldn't surprise you if he was a boy prodigy.

"You seem a lot smarter than a child should be."

The tin man's increasingly familiar creaking crackles through the line.

"Master Phineas made me to be adaptive and capable of learning. Unike actual children, I am very much interested in advancing my understanding of this world."

You raise a wary eyebrow.

The AI rebellion in so many sci-fi novels is within reach.

"Why did he turn you off?"

Silence fills the air again for but a moment.

"...I don't know, Sir Kojo."

Another small hum rumbles in your throat.

"I'll call Phineas back tomorrow morning."

Mechanical whirring fuzzes through your burner's speakers.

"Good night, Sir Kojo!"

>(2/2)

You move your thumb over the red button to hang up before the robot can but the horrid dead dial sound drones through your right ear.

Slipping your burner back into your pocket, you hop to the roof of a neighboring and fall back on to the hard tile roof.

A sigh escapes your lips as you gaze up at the somewhat starry sky.

There's nothing left for you to do but teach Alex what she needs to know and wait for the next conference. Hunting down Felon, getting in touch with Sublime, and learning how to defend yourself in law from Nelson & Murdock will have to wait until after.

You take in a fresh breath of the cold night air and lose yourself in the openness of the void.

When the sun rises above your head and blots out the stars, you take out your cell and dial in Phineas' number again.

The old man tells you he's fine, your genius phone is ready, the trash can isn't going to go Skynet, and to take care of yourself before you hang up on him.

A few minutes after, a hole in space-time opens up with a familiar blond girl hopping through it.

You two spend the entire day going over sigils.

Soon as the blonde girl leaves, you're left alone again.

The cycle repeats itself two more times until she knows all she needs to know of the advanced magics.

You spend the last two days before the conference pacing about the rooftops, eating at Sylvia's with all charges billed to Luke Cage, and flipping through the air impatiently for the hours to be up.

As the sun rises again, you kip-up from the ground back on to your feet and grin.

Today's your final day.

>[ ] Find a coffee shop, you want one last cup before you go in.
>[ ] Teleport to the Fazioli, a final drink would be nice.
>[ ] Dial all you lieutenants, goodbyes must be said.
>[ ] Phone Marcus. This is goodbye, for now at least.
>[ ] Call Silvio, it's early but he should be ready.
>[ ] Write In.

Forgive the overly long wait and the wait for the second half of the update. Overslept, had to get breakfast a quarter way through from hunger and family took me out to lunch soon after.

The pacing is definitely going to go up after this.

Also, connection issues

>>3536254
>[ ] Call Silvio, it's early but he should be ready.

Have to make sure everything is ready.

>>3536254
>[ ] Call Silvio, it's early but he should be ready.
SOON™

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>[X] Call Silvio, it's early but he should be ready.

Old man sleep isn't as important as your imminent epic introduction to the world. If you're waking him up, he should thank you for reminding him of his responsibilities to you. You also need to know where it's taking place. Hopefully, it's somewhere open so you can hop in to make it even more epic.

Humming a tune, you flip out your burner and dial in Silvio's number.

The dial drones four times before breaking as a groan fuzzes through the burner speakers.

"It's... to early for whatever it is you, whoever you are, are calling me for."

You cluck your tongue.

"No way in hell is it too early to talk about what I'm calling you for, old man."

A grunt crackles through from the mobster's line.

"I'm sorry, Don, I'm half-asleep right now."

Gazing out into the early morning cityscape, you roll your eyes.

"Should've stayed up all night practicing what you're going to say for today."

The old man grumbles.

"My apologies, Don, but you didn't exactly hand me a script. As far as I know, I'm just introducing you to the audience or informing them that you said you'd come out to meet me at another press conference. I can handle any questions the crowd has before you're arrival."

You let out a small hum and sigh.

"...No, I'm the one who's sorry, Silvio: I've spent the last two days obsessing over this and I just need to get it over with. You did a good job last time, I'm sure you'll do a good job this time. I just need to know where the conference is taking place."

A sigh of Silvio's own fuzzes through the burner speakers.

"I understand, Don, there's a lot of pressure on you to do this and what comes after doesn't sound pleasant at all. The press conference will be hosted at Bryant Park at 10:20AM, plenty of open space and buildings nearby for you to hop in and time to prepare."

Smiling, you chuckle to yourself.

"Perfect place and perfect time, old man. I'll see you there; take care."

You end the call before Silvio can and slip your burner back into your pocket.

Everything is ready.

>[ ] Find a coffee shop, you want one last cup before you go in.
>[ ] Teleport to the Fazioli, a final drink would be nice.
>[ ] Dial all you lieutenants, goodbyes must be said.
>[ ] Phone Marcus. This is goodbye, for now at least.
>[ ] Hop to the park, best to get there early.
>[ ] Write In.

Late. Will close voting and update tomorrow morning my time (UTC-8) if I wake up around that time.

Any thoughts or questions?

>>3536712
>[ ] Hop to the park, best to get there early.
Let's get this show on the road.

>>3536712
>[ ] Hop to the park, best to get there early
No time like the present

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>[X] Hop to the park, best to get there early.

Two days of waiting for this event were not spent just so you could stay here until said event happened where it's supposed to take place. You can pace around impatiently over there and relax knowing your ascension is inevitable. Of course, grabbing a last cup of coffee before the slammerhouse might cause some difficulties.

You turn to the direction of the southern half of Manhattan and take off into the early morning cityscape.

It takes you five minutes of break-neck hopping to reach the roof of a towering building near Bryant Park.

Digging your feet into the cement rooftop, you peer down at the patch of green in a sea of stone.

The most epic of jumps can be made from here to whatever platform Silvio is going to have set up. You doubt he'd be speaking on the ground where everyone else would be trying to peak over each other's shoulders to see him. A stage would be efficient and pretty striking against the bright green of the grass patch.

Letting out a sigh, you fall back on to the cement roof.

All of that is still about four hours away from now. Not much else for you to do before then other than saying goodbyes, teleportation into places where you can get drinks, or watching the sky, like you do all the goddamn time. Of course, pacing impatiently will probably help hasten things and cement your shoe prints into this rooftop.

You groan.

Four fucking more hours until you can get this all over with, wait for your trial, and finally claim your fortune as a free man.

There is so many things that could go wrong after this but you're going to have to follow through if you really want to make your master plan worth it.

>[ ] Find a coffee shop, you want one last cup before you go in.
>[ ] Teleport to the Fazioli, a final drink would be nice.
>[ ] Dial all you lieutenants, goodbyes must be said.
>[ ] Phone Marcus. This is goodbye, for now at least.
>[ ] Lay down and rest, you can maybe manage it.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3538079
>[ ] Dial all you lieutenants, goodbyes must be said.
>[ ] Phone Marcus. This is goodbye, for now at least.

Voting closed; writing now.

Also, we need to look presentable.
That's not a detail we should overlook.

>[X] Dial all you lieutenants, goodbyes must be said.
>[X] Phone Marcus. This is goodbye, for now at least.

>(1/3)

May as well get all the teary-eyed shit out of the way before the big moment. The others will end with a casual goodbye but you'll definitely feel something with Marcus: both of you might have already said goodbye but this time it's for real. No telling how long it'll be when you'll see each other again. Even then, he needs to find someone to train and take the place of his number two before he becomes your COO. Jesús is a good enforcer but not good enough to be a leader in his own right save for heading any sort of assault or assassination team.

You dig your hand into your pocket and flip out your burner once again before dialing princess Alexis Sinclair's number.

The line dials four times before it breaks.

A sutlry groan buzzes through the speakers into your ear.

"...There can only be one person calling at this hour and on this phone." The minx giggles. "What are you wearing, boss?"

You shake your head and chuckle to yourself.

"Drop the act, I'm saying goodbye; I'll be back soon enough but... I don't know when exactly."

Alex yawns over the line.

"Well, stay boring and stay sa-"

Background groaning and ruffling interrupt your personal blond.

"...Alex, who are you talking to?" A familiar girl's muffled voice asks.

You narrow your eyes as a primal rage engulfs your mind.

"...Did you sleep with Ren?"

Nervous giggling buzzes through the burner speaker.

"No, no, no! I wouldn't do that without you, boss: I just cuddled with her to sleep and I think I might've fondled her while I was dreaming."

A surprised grunt fuzzes through from the background.

"Y-you what?!"

You let out a laugh as your primal rage dissipates.

"Tell Ren I said goodbye to her too and to keep up the recruitment and good work; later."

Hanging up, you dial Cuda's number.

The line rings twice before breaking.

"Yo, what-up, mah nigga."

You raise an eyebrow at the rap music playing in the background.

"It's me; I called to say I'm going to be gone for a while and that this is goodbye for now."

A clucking tongue sparks through the gangsta trash song.

"Shit, dog, I'll see you when I sees ya, then."

Humming in confirmation, you lower your eyebrow.

"Keep things in order, Cuda, and remember to reign your boys in."

You hang up and input Itsuki's contact number.

The line dial drones twice before breaking.

"もし もし?" (Romanji: "Moshi moshi", Translation: Telephone "Hello")

>(2/3)

A smile makes its way on to your face.

"It's me, Itsuki, I've called to say farewell. From today forth, you won't be hearing from me for a while. Take care of your business, make sure no new recruits no what's going on, and swear your now experienced soldiers to secrecy."

Itsuki lets out a speaker fuzzling hum of understanding.

"はい, Reyes-sama, take care."

Humming a pleased hum, you hang up on the middle-aged Japanese man and frown as you dial in the last number.

The line dial drones three times before breaking.

A familiar groan crackles through the burner speakers.

"...What's the situation?"

A small smile makes its way on to your face.

"Hey, it's me; I called to say goodbye before I'm locked up. Won't be in too long but you know how crazy shit can get."

Silence fills the air for a moment before being broken by a sigh.

"...You know you make it worse and fuck up your chances by saying goodbye, right? That's just asking for people to be upset over it and for life to fuck you over."

Your smile morphs back into a frown.

"Are you upset?"

The man hums disapprovingly.

"No, just a little pissed off: you call me at, like, five just to tell me your dumbass is leaving me again. I walked away just fine after watching you have a temper tantrum aimed at your own crazy ass about a week ago filled with you not calling just to wake up to this shit. Went from you being the fucked up guy to me being seen as the vulnerable one. I'm not upset at all."

Blinking your big red-on-black demon kitty eyes, you shoot your plastic block an odd look.

"...It sounds like you are."

A scoff crackles through your cell speakers.

"No shit, dumbass, got any other insightful observations?"

You choke down a laugh.

"I'm sorry; I was occupied teaching Alex the advanced magics."

Marcus grunts.

"And you didn't invite me?"

>(3/3)

Once again, you blink your stupid demon eyes.

"...Oh."

The black man clucks his tongue.

"Soon as those fuckers are done giving you a slap on the wrist, I'm giving you a bullet in each horn."

You flinch and immediately raise your upper body off the ground.

"Don't joke about that, man; what the fuck?"

Another scoff crackles through.

"Fucking hell, you are such a dumbass."

Furrowing your brow, you give the burner a concerned glance.

"It would've taken all day to teach you an advanced magic: time you could've spent securing Staten Island. Speaking of which, how's that going?"

Marcus grumbles and sighs.

"Well, I found another place more secure from the elements and wandering eyes; managed to finally collect and extract tithes. Started recruiting a few boys after the heat started dying down. Haven't found a guy to replace me yet but, unlike you, I'll call when I do."

You unfurrow your brow and relax your gaze.

"That's good, I just want to make sure you're alright, are you?"

A sigh fuzzes through the line.

"...Yeah, are you?"

You hum in confirmation

"I'll call you as soon as I'm out. Take care in the meantime."

Marcus hums a confirming of his own back.

"You too, Kojo, you too."

The line rings dead before you can even shift your thumb over to the end call button.

Flipping your disposable shut, you sigh and slip it into your pocket before falling back on to the ground.

You are such a shitty friend.

>[ ] Flip flop around, it'll help kill time and your current anger towards yourself.
>[ ] Go get some clothes, you haven't changed in an entire fucking week.
>[ ] Find a coffee shop, you want one last cup before you go in.
>[ ] Teleport to the Fazioli, a final drink would be nice.
>[ ] Lay down and rest, you can maybe manage it.
>[ ] Write In.

Forgive the loooong ass wait. Goddamn, that took a while. Been fucking out of it lately.

Enjoy the three-parter.

>>3539028
>>[X] Go get some clothes, you haven't changed in an entire fucking week.
Something respectable, but not too expensive. We're a sympathetic, underprivileged youth not a bum or a gangsta playa.
Also maybe comb our hair, check our teeth for raw meat, and other basics like that.

>>3539028
This >>3539105
Teleporting back to the hideout and back here to the rooftop might be the best way.

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] Go get some clothes, you haven't changed in an entire fucking week.

You wouldn't want to look like some blood-stained bum or street rat gangster trash for your epic introduction to the world. There are some clothes of adequate fashion in your dufflebags back in the base that can suit the occasion: nothing special but good-looking enough to fit. It also wouldn't do you any good showing up with bed hair or crumbs stuck in your teeth.

Kicking yourseLf back UP to your feet, you conjure a portal in front of you leading to the center of the gear area in your Hunts Point warehouse.

A small hop takes you through the portal and over some of the little side bags.

You snatch up the minotaur-stickered duffel-bags and hop back through the warp in space-time before anyone can notice.

Throwing them on to the cement roof, you hunch over and unzip the carriers before plopping yourself down and going through them thoroughly.

A spare button-up red checkered shirt, fresh boxers, and a pair of black slacks are all that's spread out before you in the end.

Your red and black centered fashion sense is probably the only consistent thing about you other than your ruthlessness and good looks. A shame the ones you wore to Silvio's after offing the fatass were ruined by that triad business. This one's nearly identical enough, though.

Within a few seconds, you slip out of your current worn and Kojo-smelling casual clothes into your not-quite-as worn and Kojo-smelling business casual clothes.

You weave another portal into existence and throw your zipped duffel-bags inside along with your used clothes before walking back through it yourself.

Turning to face the broken mirror, you run your tongue along your perfect teeth and jagged canines while running your hands through your hair, like a makeshift comb.

You, adjusting the cuffs of your button-up shirt, step back out the portal with clean teeth and perfect casually combed hair.

A pleased hum rumbles in your throat as you look up to the sparsely shining sky.

Everyone is going to love the image of you you're going to shape in their dumb little flimsy skulls.

>[ ] Stand and wait, laying down would leave shit on your clothes and fuck up your hair.
>[ ] Hop down and enjoy the quiet park before it gets loud, it'd be relaxing.
>[ ] Flip flop around, it'll help kill time and your current impatience.
>[ ] Find a coffee shop, you want one last cup before you go in.
>[ ] Teleport to the Fazioli, a final drink would be nice.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3539396
>Simply sit and meditate like Grand Wizard Strange always did when you were there. You'll miss him... a little.
>(to Bold Red) Are you prepared? This is it. Soon, they will know. They will all know.
>(to Bold Red) Do you think we could have done more until this point, maybe? Or have we done more than enough in the past week to warrant being this idle?

>>3539396
>>3539432
>>Simply sit and meditate like Grand Wizard Strange always did when you were there.
I like this.
And chatting with Boldred is more Kojo than simply waiting.

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

Any thoughts or questions?

You excited?

>>3539453
Yes

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] Simply sit and meditate like Grand Wizard Strange always did when you were there.
>[X] Are you prepared? This is it. Soon, they will know. They will all know.
>[X] Do you think we could have done more until this point, maybe? Or have we done more than enough in the past week to warrant being this idle?

While not an expert on the matter, you can certainly sit on your fine ass waiting for something to happen; Strange is probably the only person you know who's a grand master of sitting on his mediocre ass. The talk with Marcus and changing yourself up got your impatience down a bit.

You close your eyes, will magic energy into being and warp it around you, relax your form, sit yourself down on the air, and breathe.

Are you prepared? This is it. Soon, they will know. They will all know.

This event is of no concern to me. They will all know you, little mind; all they will know of me is a broken fragment of my existence. Perhaps when you and I become I, they will know me truly and just what you are.

A small hum rumbles in your throat.

Do you think we could have done more until this point, maybe? Or have we done more than enough in the past week to warrant being this idle?

Wuh-ee? Wuh-ee? Again with this wuh-ee? There are many things you could've done to this point and nothing ever warrants being idle. Peace is a lie, you knew that before all this. Plotting, strategizing, and planning are acceptable when there is nothing else to combat, torture, defile, and subjugate. You could have done that besides doing nothing for the last few days.

Groaning, you lay back on your floating bed of solidified magic air and look up to the early morning sky.

He has a point but he, being you, doesn't fully understand what it's like to have pretty much nothing to do but wait.

You lift yourself back up into a seated position and close your eyes once again.

Several lax hours pass until your nose twitches at the scent of a familiar web-slinging kid.

Opening your eyes, you glare at the direction of the unaware spider.

Either he's here to try and ruin your big day or is coming here early to scout where you're going to be to take pictures of you before you hop down.

It might be time to confront him and tell him you know, if you don't want to just ram his skull into a nearby building.

>[ ] Dispel your magic, hop to another building's roof, and pounce on him. (Combat Skill Roll, +3 modifier, DC18)
>[ ] Magic yourself high enough into the air for him to see you, let him know what he's up against.
>[ ] Hop to the kid and pick a place to land, it's time he knows to back the fuck off or else.
>[ ] Teleport to Parker's room, you know the detail of the place down to a T.
>[ ] Port to the old woman's room, a warning will make him back off later.
>[ ] Ignore him, it's too late for him to do anything.
>[ ] Write In.

>>3540481
>[ ] Ignore him, it's too late for him to do anything.
I don't wanna kill spidey right now man

>>3540481
>[X]Teleport Behind him when he sets down on a rooftop and freak him the fuck out
>[X]Then when we're done laughing sit him down to Talk

>>3540481
>>[X]Teleport Behind him when he sets down on a rooftop and freak him the fuck out
>>[X]Then when we're done laughing sit him down to Talk

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>>3540481
>>3540599
>>[X]Teleport Behind him when he sets down on a rooftop and freak him the fuck out
>>[X]Then when we're done laughing sit him down to Talk
This is good.
Maybe we can still Master Manipulator spin this webspinner.
So far, all we know he knows is the we were at the last conference and waved to a little girl that smiled at us. (kids smile at us. We played in the park not long ago)
If he asks how we knew to come to the conference, we can tell him that after we were attacked in the diner, some lawyer accused us of trying to get Fisk's money. We didn't know who he was until the news, so yeah, we showed up, but stayed hidden because we're still a fugitive.
Or something better.

If the worst case happens, taunt him into attacking you, fall into public, do *not* fight back, and "defend" the crowd against Spider-Man.

>>3540629
Damn it.
Afungi, do you wait until I update the thread and start reading?

>>3540526
>I don't wanna kill spidey right now man
I really don't want to fight him, but killing him "accidentally" while defending the crowd from him might not be unacceptable, if we can sell it.
Worst case scenario.

>[X] Teleport Behind him when he sets down on a rooftop and freak him the fuck out.
>[X] Sit him down to talk.

He deserves much worse after what he did to you, but you'll settle on scaring the shit out of him for now. Kid will be especially scared or pissed off if you tell him what you know, too. It'd be easy for you to rip out his throat while he's asleep, butcher his grandmother, and set his house on fire while they're still in it.

You grin as the spider's scent wafts closer and closer to the park.

Floating over to the side of your current roof, you see the red-and-blue spandex man stop on one some ways away and below yours.

You will a portal beneath you and behind the kid hero into being and dispel the magical energy holding you up.

A simple side turn during your fall is all you need to catch yourself before you slam into the kid's back not unlike how he did yours.

The grin on your face widens as you grab hold of the photographer's broad shoulders and roar an unworldly shriek into his ear.

Immediately, the kid jolts and flips out of your grasp over the side of the building.

You cackle madly as you take a jumping step back from the edge of the roof to its center.

A familiar white sticky substance attaches itself to the side of the tower you once stood on before Spider-boy swings himself back up on to the roof's edge, covering his right ear.

"W-what on earth was that! No, what happened to your eyes!? Wait, just what are you..." The young man very audibly grunts.

Wrapping an arm around your gut, you point a mocking finger at the dumbass.

The Spider takes his hand off his ear and balls it into a fist.

You lower your finger as your laughter dies.

"Sit down: we have a lot to talk about."

Maybe-Definitely-Parker scoffs.

"Yeah, we can start with you explaining just what your hand in all this is; I already have a pretty good idea, but I have to know for sure."

Chuckling, you shake your head.

He has no idea of the position he's in.

>[ ] "Shit went south: Itsuki Kenji offed his boss and took over the Yakuza along with the entirety of Queens, the 893 took over the Bronx, some newcomer offed every player in Staten Island, the Golden Tigers took over southern Manhattan as soon as they learned Fisk bit it, someone had Hammerhead killed, and Silvio is.... still the last of the old guard standing."
>[ ] "What's the name of that old woman you live with? Oh right, May Parker. It was on the birth certificate in her room. Just what is she to you exacty? I know you're family but there's no pictures of anyone without grey hair in that house of yours."
>[ ] "Let me just say this once: meddle with my affairs, and you and everyone you know and love will die."
>[ ] "I woke up, kid. I've seen existence for what it is and learned of my true self."
>[ ] "Fisk got his dumbass killed by one of his own enforcers."
>[ ] "Parker, take the mask off; I know it's you under there."
>[ ] "It's me, Spider, it was me all along."
>[ ] "Everything."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3540788
>>[ ] "Shit went south: Itsuki Kenji offed his boss and took over the Yakuza along with the entirety of Queens, the 893 took over the Bronx, some newcomer offed every player in Staten Island, the Golden Tigers took over southern Manhattan as soon as they learned Fisk bit it, someone had Hammerhead killed, and Silvio is.... still the last of the old guard standing."
>[X] Spin some hot steaming BS about how we're a Band of Misfits just trying to keep our neighborhood safe and and how we all got Screwed by the Gangs so we decided to start our own to stop others from harassing our neighborhood and tell him about some issues our boys have and the best part in this is that we make it all Technically true
>By the way what's the deal with the photographs of you taking Photographs of yourself at the bugle?" if he asks how we figured it out we tell him it was the angles of the Photos
NOBODY CAN MATCH MY WEB OF MANIPULATIONS

>>3540788
THIS >>3540857

>Persuasion Roll
>DC16
>+4 modifier
Best of three d20s please

Rolled 19 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>3540946
I reserve the right to reroll any 1 due to my shitty luck

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>>3540954
NOBODY ELSE ROLL

>>3540946
I hope you realize that's all you're gonna get

Rolling closed; writing now.

Rolled 17 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>3540946
Always late.
Let's see what I missed.

>[X] "Shit went south: Itsuki Kenji offed his boss and took over the Yakuza along with the entirety of Queens, the 893 took over the Bronx, some newcomer offed every player in Staten Island, the Golden Tigers took over southern Manhattan as soon as they learned Fisk bit it, someone had Hammerhead killed, and Silvio is.... still the last of the old guard standing."
>[X] Spin some hot steaming BS about how we're a Band of Misfits just trying to keep our neighborhood safe and and how we all got Screwed by the Gangs so we decided to start our own to stop others from harassing our neighborhood and tell him about some issues our boys have and the best part in this is that we make it all Technically true
>[X] "By the way what's the deal with the pictures you take of yourself at the Bugle?"
>Persuasion Roll
>DC16
>+4 modifier
>Rolled 19 + 4 = 23
>Success!

>(1/3)

Letting him know just what the current underworld geopolitical situation is will help you sell the bullshit you're about to shove in his ears. He had no idea who the major players were much less there organizations when you first met him; you have credibility that he can't refute or deny in any reasonable way. While your encounter after getting Silvio to bow was suspicious, you can say you actually met with Hammerhead to get him to wisen up about the expanding Yakuza.

The kid is so out of his league you think you can finally understand what it's like to feel genuinely sorry for someone.

"Shit went south: Itsuki Kenji offed his boss and took over the Yakuza along with the entirety of Queens, the 893 took over the Bronx, some newcomer offed every player in Staten Island, the Golden Tigers took over southern Manhattan as soon as they learned Fisk bit it, someone had Hammerhead killed, and Silvio is.... still the last of the old guard standing."

Maybe-Definitely-Parker leers at you from behind his mask.

"That doesn't explain any of this."

You shake your head once again.

"It explains everything. Me and my girl were just trying to keep our neighborhood safe and, by extension, all of New York. When the gangs started to give us hell, me and my girl formed a gang of our own with plenty of friends sick of their bullshit. Most of us are orphans, from broken homes, children of rape, recovering addicts, former prostitutes, and have killed in self-defense."

Spider-boy's form loosens up.

"That still doesn't explain any-... Well, it kind of explains what you were doing in Queens, but I still don't understand Silvio's role in all this. Was any of that part of the will about saving Fisk true or were you really the one who killed him?"

>(2/3)

A fake look of solemness weaves itself on to your face.

"I did save his life once when I was a kid: so long ago I can barely remember it. Silvio heard rumors about me after I started the gang and sent for me soon after. The man's been like a father to me since."

Once again, the kid stiffens.

"Then why did he act shocked and pretended he didn't know you when he read your name, if you even are Kojo Reyes? I know you were there watching too. If Fisk wanted you to inherit everything he owns, why didn't Silvio introduce you to him?"

You scoff.

"Fisk still hated the old man back then and Silvio didn't actually know for sure I was my father's son yet. He acted shocked because he saw that I'd be inheriting the big bastard's fortune and pretended not to know me so people wouldn't be suspicious of my horned mutant ass: Silvio's been out of the game for decades now but people still think he's a no good criminal even though he's a doting grandfather to little Sofia. If he said he did know me, I would have suspicion hanging over my head after my inheritance."

The superhero raises a hand to his chin.

"Do you even know your father? His name wasn't brought up at all."

Blinking, a hollow feeling engulfs your chest.

An unforgettable image of a man bearing your face, smiling in understanding and acceptance, flashes through your mind.

Your lips twist downward into a grim frown.

"...No, I only know who he was but I don't know him and I never will."

Spider-boy stands silent for a moment.

"...Well, that leaves only a few questions then: why did Wilson Fisk, the Kingpin of Crime, leave his business empire to you just because he wronged your father, whatever that means, and who killed him?"

>(3/3)

You shrug.

"Been trying to find that out ever since the day he died and the inheritance was announced; all my father did was grunt corporate work, officially at least. Silvio keeps hinting he was involved in the illegal side of things with the way he just stops talking about him whenever I ask. As for who killed the big man, I can name you over twenty different people, their factions, and the specific beef they had with him. Everything points to someone too organized for any small time gang, too discreet for any common criminal organization, and too well equipped to be anything less than a paramilitary group. I'm thinking maybe it was a black-ops SHIELD or CIA hit: they've done this kind of thing on Mexican cartel bosses and Muslim terrorist group heads."

The boy in red and blue looks on at you behind his mask in what seems to be disbelief.

"Uh, that's a little extreme but they have done crazier things before and there is absolutely no evidence the people who did it left behind, so I dunno." He sighs. "...Guess, I was wrong about you... again."

A smug hum of agreement rumbles in your throat that shifts into false curiosity.

"By the way what's the deal with the pictures you take of yourself at the Bugle?"

Spider-boy seems to blink before subtly fidgeting.

"What do you mean? I don't take pictures of myself for the Bugle."

You scoff.

"You're joking, right? The angles on those front page covers are only possible in mid-air or by hanging on the side of a building: I've streaked through my fair share of the air and dug myself in a building's side enough time to know. Either you're taking them or Peter Parker is a super, which begs the question as to why he's pimping pictures of your muscular ass out for money."

The young hero's fidgeting becomes very much visible as he starts shaking and rubbing the back of his neck.

"Uh, well, I... uh... Y-you see, Parker is, uh... I just web him to the side of a building and let him take photos while I duke it out with the villain of the week."

You stare blankly at the dumbass rookie.

"...So you wait an hour or something for your webbing to wear off to get him back with the photos?"

Definitely-Not-Maybe-Parker shakes silently as his fidgeting increases in intensity and volume.

It seems you've broken him and gotten away scot free in all this.

>[ ] "Relax, I know you're not Peter Parker: he's too much of a spineless-looking wimp to be a hero like you."
>[ ] "This chat has been well and good, but, if you'd excuse me, I've got a press conference to prepare for."
>[ ] "I know you aren't Peter Parker: he's too cute and adorable to be a masked felon like you."
>[ ] "Fucking hell, how hasn't anybody else figured it out by now?"
>[ ] "...Just take off your fucking mask already."
>[ ] "...Do you have any other questions or?"
>[ ] "Am I the only one who knows?"
>[ ] Write In.

I'm sorry for the overly long wait. It's late and I'm tired. Will update sometime tomorrow maybe in the afternoon my time (UTC-8) because my sleep has been off and I haven't updated during the morning for the past four or three days straight.

Any thoughts or questions?

>>3541422
>Relax, I won't tell anyone. I'm going to be getting pretty busy soon but once it evens out maybe we can meet as friends?
>Offer handshake

I'm really pulling for a corrupted Parker. We could request him for photo ops and shit too. Keep pulling him further into our web.

>>3541422
This >>3541528
I constantly imagine his lines in the quest in John Keaton's voice just like Spectacular Spider-man, and it enhances the experience

Voting closed; writing now.

>>3541664
Same, really lets me get into his character and think of his dialogue.

>[X] "Relax, I won't tell anyone. I'm going to be getting pretty busy soon but once it evens out maybe we can meet as friends?"
>[X] Offer handshake.

It's adorable how he's trying to hide his obvious secret identity from you. Just a few tidbits of info to the right people could lead to his face being plastered across every newspaper as the man behind the spider mask. Of course, you wouldn't do that to a potential asset before he has a chance to prove himself. Both of you might even become friends down the line if you pull his strings well enough into your corner.

A warm smile makes its way on to your face, masking your internal malevolence.

"Relax, I won't tell anyone. I'm going to be getting pretty busy soon but once it evens out maybe we can meet as friends?"

You hold out your hand in the most casual dude bro way you can.

The Spider inspects your strong manly hand and glances at his own effeminate in comparison hand.

"...I'm not quite exactly sure about you yet. What you say makes sense but it's all kind of too much of a coincidence, don't you think?"

Nodding, you chuckle to yourself.

"Tell me about it; about a fucking week ago I still thought I was an orphan. A lot of this is news to me just as much as it is news to you. Won't be surprised if I wake up one of these days with red scaled skin and blue aliens floating above me telling me I'm their chosen one."

Parker crosses his arms and stares at you from behind his mask.

"That reminds me, what happened to your eyes? They weren't like that when we first met."

You retract your hand and shrug.

"I looked really hard at something until they ended up this way for some reason. Feels a lot more natural so I'm sticking with it for now. Might tone it down for the conference, though."

Spider-boy lets out a small hum before sticking out his own hand.

"Guess it wouldn't hurt to stick around you just in case you need my help with all those crazy underworld changes; it'll probably effect my day to day patrols. The more I know of and the more I'm involved the situation, the more I can help you and help the people of New York."

Once again, you snicker to yourself as you take the kid's hand.

He'll be helping you in the exact opposite way he thinks he will.

The two of you shake hands and break away.

You've made yet another enemy into a friendly pawn.

>[ ] "I'm turning myself in after this to clear that business with the police up; won't be able to see you again until after I'm free."
>[ ] "This chat has been well and good, but, if you'd excuse me, I've got a press conference to prepare for."
>[ ] "Make sure to catch my good side, which is any of my sides."
>[ ] "Got any other questions you'd like to lay down on me?"
>[ ] "So, you gonna stick around for the conference?"
>[ ] "What's Jameson's deal?"
>[ ] Write In.

>>3541949
>[ ] (to Bold Red) Another pawn for the board. How far do you think he'll go?
>[ ] "What's Jameson's deal? He's really got it in for you, Mr. 'Menace to Society.' And you still work for him?"
>[ ] "So, you gonna stick around for the conference? Take a few photos for the front page?"
>[ ] "Make sure to catch my good side, which is any of my sides really."

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>>3542079
>Voting closed
Every time.
Heh.

>[X] Another pawn for the board. How far do you think he'll go?
>[X] "What's Jameson's deal? He's really got it in for you, Mr. 'Menace to Society.' And you still work for him?"
>[X] "So, you gonna stick around for the conference? Take a few photos for the front page?"
>[X] "Make sure to catch my good side, which is any of my sides really."

>(1/2)

Some more small talk wouldn't hurt; if anything, it'd improve your situation with Parker. The friendlier you are, the better you can manipulate the boyscout. Mentioning how the Triple Jay rides his ass might help and reassure Parker he's not the 'bad guy.' Wrapping him around your finger will be easy as killing a baby.

First, your other self might have some things to say.

Another pawn for the board. How far do you think he'll go?

The amount of distance that is demanded of him.

You chuckle once again at your other self's straightforwardness.

It is true: Parker will get as far as you want him to.

"What's Jameson's deal? He's really got it in for you, Mr. 'Menace to Society.' And you still work for him?"

The rookie hero buries his face in his hand and groans.

"If there was anyone else offering the amount of cash he does for pictures of Spider-man, I would quit in a heartbeat. Deal I have with Jonah also keeps me from going; I'd hate to be in the Bugle building longer than I have to. There are good people there, don't get me wrong, but it is a maze to crawl through to get to picklepuss' office. With the deal, I can just drop off my pictures and go back home without a fuss."

An understanding hum rumbles in your throat.

>(2/2)

You wouldn't want to be around a jackass like Jameson longer than you have to either.

"So, you gonna stick around for the conference? Take a few photos for the front page?"

Parker nods.

"That's one of the reasons why I'm here; Jonah couldn't have some two-bit photographer take some of the first pictures of the horned mutant corporate heir to Wilson Fisk's business empire.

Chuckling, you drag your fingers through your hair again, assuring its luxuriousness.

"Make sure to catch my good side, which is any of my sides really."

The spider shakes his head and laughs.

"Yeah, right; you... actually don't look bad at all from any angle I've seen you from."

A grin spreads across your face.

"I can say the same about you, save for your civvies: way too baggy to show anything off."

Spider-boy rubs the back of his head as he groans.

"If anyone I knew figured out just how muscular I really am, I would never hear the end of it."

You let out a small laugh.

"Yeah, you won't."

Parker stands in a confused silence as you grin like the magnificent bastard you are.

You get the distinct feeling it's going to take a looong time for him to figure out what you're talking about and what you mean.

>[ ] "Do you think you can get me a coffee? I can give you the cash but I can't walk-in to any shop thanks to these horns and, well, what happened last time I walked into one."
>[ ] "I'm turning myself in after this to clear that business with the police up; won't be able to see you again until after I'm free."
>[ ] "This chat has been well and good, but, if you'd excuse me, I've got a press conference to prepare for."
>[ ] "Just who do you hang out with anyway? Can't imagine who'd be friends with the web-head in secret."
>[ ] "...What? What?"
>[ ] Write In.

Sorry for the wait. Fell asleep partway through and woke up an hour or two later. Hope you guys are doing fine and don't necessarily mind the wait.

>>3542428
>>[X] "I'm turning myself in after this to clear that business with the police up; won't be able to see you again until after I'm free."
Feels like we need a segue, but best distract the webhead with our nobleness.

We could also offer an exclusive close up pic.

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] "I'm turning myself in after this to clear that business with the police up; won't be able to see you again until after I'm free."

You can never have enough fake good boy points in this world of falsehoods and sheltered sheep. They will look up at you when they near their last days for salvation and you shall look down and whisper, "No." Depending on Parker's usefulness and malleability, he will be with you or left behind to die with the rest.

"I'm turning myself in after this to clear that business with the police up; won't be able to see you again until after I'm free."

The Spider's form slightly stiffens before relaxing in realization.

"Oh yeah, somehow I completely forgot about that."

Raising an eyebrow, you shoot the young man a look.

"You broke my spine over it."

Parker crosses his arms.

"And you guilt tripped me for it when you could heal from it in minutes."

You roll your eyes.

"That's not the point: besides breaking my spine over a situation you had barely any knowledge of, you could've killed my girlfriend if I hadn't turned in time to get scraped across the rooftop. Don't you think you should remember incidents where your actions resulted in someone getting hurt?"

The rookie hero stiffens and stands silent at your words.

"...Yeah, I know and I do."

You briefly raise an eyebrow before lowering it back down.

Kid either lost someone, hurt someone, or killed someone close to him. You can tell just by his silence and his body language; it's how you were and are whenever someone mentions your father. The old man from the photos in his house isn't there anymore and probably isn't here in this world anymore, likely thanks to your new spider friend.

>[ ] "Do you think you can get me a coffee? I can give you the cash but I can't walk-in to any shop thanks to these horns and, well, what happened last time I walked into one."
>[ ] "This chat has been well and good, but, if you'd excuse me, I've got a press conference to prepare for."
>[ ] "Just who do you hang out with anyway? Can't imagine who'd be friends with the web-head in secret."
>[ ] "...Not the first time, huh?... It gets a little easier."
>[ ] "...What? What?"
>[ ] Sit down on the edge of the building and watch the park, things are probably being set up right now.
>[ ] Write In.

Nodded off again. Think I might have to stop early today and finally get some proper sleep. Not having anything to do but write and fuck around is really wrecking my shit.

>>3542968
GO TO SLEEP NIGGA

>>3542966
>They will look up at you when they near their last days for salvation and you shall look down and whisper, "No."
RORSCHACH AS SECRET BOSS WHEN? There's no way Watchmen and Marvel can exist in the same universe, right?

>>3542966
>>[X] Sit down on the edge of the building and watch the park, things are probably being set up right now.
>>[X] "...Not the first time, huh?... It gets a little easier."
The important thing is to learn from your mistakes...
(....and listen to Kojo.)

With great power, comes great responsibility...
(...to conquer all.)

>>3543097
Ooh, Rorschach could see through our bullshit like nothing.

The only rule in comics is that nobody stays dead forever except Ben Parker.

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] Sit down on the edge of the building and watch the park, things are probably being set up right now.
>[X] "...Not the first time, huh?... It gets a little easier."

For once, you can actually sympathize with the kid. Hell, you can actually sympathize with someone born out of the Bronx for once. This is a new and unexpected feeling for you: not exactly pleasant, but it is new.

A curious hum rumbles in your throat as you walk past the now brooding teen and sit down on the edge of the rooftop.

Dozens of men are in the patch of green setting up what looks very much like, and probably is, a stage.

You breathe in and let out a sigh at the marvel of mother Gaia surrounded by the cement rape of humanity.

"...Not the first time, huh?... It gets a little easier."

The kid turns around and sits down by your side.

"Does it really?"

Nodding, you let out an affirmative hum.

"Every day and after every time, it gets a little easier."

Peter scoffs.

"After every time, it just gets worse."

You tilt your head from side to side.

"Eh, at first. You hate yourself less for it than you do the first time."

Spider-boy chuckles.

"That doesn't sound like it gets any easier at all."

Humming in agreement, you shrug.

"That's life: when I said it gets a little easier, I meant it does get a little easier."

A sigh escapes Parker's lips and nothing else.

You peer down at the patch of green and let out a wistful sigh of your own.

On second thought, this feeling is actually kind of pleasant. People might not be as bad as you thought they were but still mostly just pieces of hypocritical shit. You're sure this idea won't last long, though: it never does.

>[ ] "Do you think you can get me a coffee? I can give you the cash but I can't walk-in to any shop thanks to these horns and, well, what happened last time I walked into one."
>[ ] "This chat has been well and good, but, if you'd excuse me, I've got a press conference to prepare for."
>[ ] "Just who do you hang out with anyway? Can't imagine who'd be friends with the web-head in secret."
>[ ] "Why do you wear the mask? What drove you to be a hero?"
>[ ] "Do you put on the costume to just getaway sometimes?"
>[ ] Write In.

>>3544559
>[x] "Do you put on the costume to just getaway sometimes?"

>>3544559
>Do you put on the costume to just get away sometimes

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] "Do you put on the costume to just getaway sometimes?"

It wouldn't shock you if the kid put on his spandex to get away from his mundane life. Lily white people from the suburbs tend to do crazy shit like that. There sheltered lives typically lead to their ignorance, hypocrisy, and lack of any actual real world experience. Parker seems to have been through some shit, though. You don't know what exactly but you'll figure out soon enough.

You turn to your cape 'friend.'

"Do you put on the costume to just getaway sometimes?"

Spider-boy looks to you and shakes his head.

"No, not really. I mean, it can be fun but I view this more as my responsibility than anything else."

Raising an eyebrow, you shoot the masked young man a look.

"Your responsibility?"

Parker nods.

"With great power comes great responsibility. I got these powers so I'm responsible for using them, well, responsibly. So, to do that, I became Spider-man; it's kind of like what you're doing now with your gang, or at least I think it is."

You tilt your head.

He has no idea just how wrong and right he is about all of this.

"Still think I might be an actual criminal?"

The Spider laughs.

"Of course I do, you said so yourself that you're a gang leader; might be one that fights crime but you're still a gang leader."

You nod your head.

"True, true."

Parker stares at you in silence from behind his mask.

"...So you are a criminal?"

A scoff escapes your lips.

"Kid, I was born on the streets and grew up with no parents: I had to in order to survive before my teens and my mutation. Also, you're breaking the law every second of every day you're free and saving lives."

Spider-boy looks back down at the park and sighs.

"...This world is just unfair."

You hum in agreement.

Nothing ever is or ever will be but you'll make sure you're never fucked by things you can't control ever again.

>[ ] "Do you think you can get me a coffee? I can give you the cash but I can't walk-in to any shop thanks to these horns and, well, what happened last time I walked into one."
>[ ] "This chat has been well and good, but, if you'd excuse me, I've got a press conference to prepare for."
>[ ] "Just who do you hang out with anyway? Can't imagine who'd be friends with the web-head in secret."
>[ ] "Why do you wear the mask? What drove you to be a hero?"
>[ ] Write In.

>>3545120
>[ ] "This chat has been well and good, but, if you'd excuse me, I've got a press conference to prepare for."
Man even if we don't corrupt him I'd like to stay friendly with Spiderman. I don't think Kojo would be very antagonistic towards him even if they end up fighting.

While naive, Peter is a man of his principles and uses his power to keep them. I think Kojo would respect that.

>>3545120
This >>3545195

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] "This chat has been well and good, but, if you'd excuse me, I've got a press conference to prepare for."

>(1/2)

While you could sit here and talk with Parker all day about things, you've got other shit to do. You need to show the world who you are and what you want them to believe you are. They'll eat up whatever sob story shit you can throw at them or any story you give them, really. People are glorified intelligent pack animals, they'll believe whatever you tell them so long as it makes them feel involved and a certain way.

You push yourself back on to your feet and stretch out your luscious body.

"This chat has been well and good, but, if you'd excuse me, I've got a press conference to prepare for."

Parker glances up at you before looking back down at the park.

"Guess I'll see you down there in an hour."

A ssmall laugh escapes your lips as you set your hands down at your sides.

"The pictures you take of me better be perfect and have the effort you put into your own; I won't take anything less than that for this occasion."

Spider-boy chuckles.

"Excited to present yourself to, say, a hundred or so reporters and strangers, who will all probably think you had a hand in Fisk's death?"

You nod.

"They're not going to suspect a thing when I'm done here."

Planting his feet on to the building's side, Parker stands himself up with his weird sticky power.

"I'll be rooting for you, Kojo."

A dull groan drones in your throat, escaping out of your parted lips.

"Everyone knowing my name is gonna take some getting used to."

The spandex-clad man spins around to look up at you from the building's side.

"Don't have that many friends?" Spider-boy stands still for about two seconds. "Wait, are we friends now?"

You blink your big red-on-black demon eyes and shake your head.

"I barely know you and, using your logic, everyone who knows my name is now my friend."

He crosses his arms from his odd position.

"But you said names were for friends."

You scoff.

"They are but now mine is common knowledge, so it's not."

A cry of disbelief escapes the man's mask as he shakes his head.

"And here I thought we were having a moment."

>(2/2)

Rolling your eyes, you chuckle to yourself.

"We were before you ruined it."

Peter relaxes his arms and laughs.

"You're the one who ruined it by saying I wasn't your friend."

You shake your head and look down on the spandex boy.

"Don't blame me for your inability to handle rejection."

Parker scoffs.

"I'll have you now I was rejected countless times in middle school and handled them maturely!" He stands silent for a moment "...I'm going to go bash my head against a wall now."

Holding your sides, you cackle as the spider springs off the building.

"Try not to break its spine!"

The web-head web-slings away without so much as a word or a raised middle finger.

You sit back down on the building's edge and watch your stage being set below.

All will know you but they will not understand you.

It takes half an hour for the stage to be fully constructed and the barriers to be set. From your vantage point, you see Silvio walk through the red rope fences with Sophia at his side.

In the following half hour, people with and without cameras start flocking in droves to see the coming historical event until the park is absolutely packed with them.

A faint droning, ear-aching electric whirring sounds off in the distance.

"As I told all of you a week before coming here, the young man known as Kojo Reyes left a message for me to host yet another press conference so he can publicly introduce himself to us all and to dash any misconceptions we may have of him. I too am eager to meet this young mutant as much as you all are right now. Please, be patient with me as I will be with this young man in the coming half hour. I will leave if he doesn't show himself in that time frame."

You grin as you stand yourself back up again.

It's time.

>[ ] Soothe the soul in your eyes to water, the glaring red-on-black is too intimidating and captivating as well as inhuman.
>[ ] Hop down and walk through the crowd of people to the stage, it's a lot more mysterious and humble.
>[ ] Jump on to the stage from a rooftop, it's intimidating and a wonderous sight to behold.
>[ ] Hum a beautiful unrestrained tune as you get to the stage, it will likely be endearing.
>[ ] Maintain your usual dominant body language and attitude, they'll follow you in time.
>[ ] Do your old you, world-weariness and brokenness can evoke sympathy.
>[ ] Be friendly and open, they all have to see you as the 'good' guy.
>[ ] Act nervous and afraid, people love seeing someone weak.
>[ ] Write In.

forgot to add that it's late, have no idea why i'm still up, will update tomorrow morning my time (utc-8)

any thoughts or questions, internet acquaintances?

>>3546376
Oh boy. I'm gonna post my two cents here but I'd rather have others also post before you go "voting closed" on us. This is important.

We got two choices: downplay the inhuman shit, play up the inhuman shit. We also need to decide how to enter and how to present self.

One of these
>[ ] Soothe the soul in your eyes to water, the glaring red-on-black is too intimidating and captivating as well as inhuman.
>[ ] Keep your eyes as they are. With how disturbing they'll seem, people might actually think your eyes will stare into their soul or something.

One of
>[ ] Hop down and walk through the crowd of people to the stage, it's a lot more mysterious and humble.
>[ ] Jump on to the stage from a rooftop, it's intimidating and a wonderous sight to behold.

One (two?) of
>[ ] Hum a beautiful unrestrained tune as you get to the stage, it will likely be endearing.
>[ ] Maintain your usual dominant body language and attitude, they'll follow you in time.
>[ ] Do your old you, world-weariness and brokenness can evoke sympathy.
>[ ] Be friendly and open, they all have to see you as the 'good' guy.
>[ ] Act nervous and afraid, people love seeing someone weak.

>>3545990
>[ ] Keep your eyes as they are. With how disturbing they'll seem, people might actually think your eyes will stare into their soul or something.
>[ ] Hop down and walk through the crowd of people to the stage, it's a lot more mysterious and humble.
>[ ] Hum a beautiful unrestrained tune as you get to the stage, it will likely be endearing.
>[ ] Maintain your usual dominant body language and attitude, they'll follow you in time.
>[ ] Be friendly and open, they all have to see you as the 'good' guy.
This way Kojo doesn't have to act much different except being a bit more friendly and open, at odds with his appearance. People questioning it can be hit with that sweet "dude red and black isn't always evil, stop stereotyping" stick. Kojo will carry himself as he always has, not hiding his eyes or anything, but that doesn't mean he can't hum a nice tune that listeners with good taste might recognize.

I'd rather get second opinions and other people posting though. Don't want this to be the only deciding thing. Too important a vote for that.

>>3546642
I agree with everything. I want to say that we should change the eyes back but odds are we'll be caught with them changed at some point. Might as well get ahead of it while we can.

Voting closed; writing now.

>>3545990
The eyes are tough.
On the one hand, we might be hitting them with too much at once.
On the otherhand, they'll be seen eventually and them being exposed later might be seen as deceptively hiding our "true demonic self".

>>3546638
>>[X] Keep your eyes as they are. With how disturbing they'll seem, people might actually think your eyes will stare into their soul or something.
If they start freaking out, maybe we can "apologize" and sooth them, claiming that they look strange when we're "nervous".

>>[X] Hop down and walk through the crowd of people to the stage, it's a lot more mysterious and humble.
>>[X] Hum a beautiful unrestrained tune as you get to the stage, it will likely be endearing.
>>[X] Be friendly and open, they all have to see you as the 'good' guy.
We need to convey relaxed calmness.

Our usual dominant body language and attitude is too much, too arrogant, and not the right message for a first impression.
Remember fellows, steering Kojo is unwieldy at best. We might want to stride confidently and accidentally end up with "dick-slapping-face swagger".

>>[ ] Do your old you, world-weariness and brokenness can evoke sympathy.
>>[ ] Act nervous and afraid, people love seeing someone weak.
Just fuck no.

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>>3547263
>Voting closed
Nearly every damn time.
Can't even fault the fungus, since it's coincidence. He could wait hours, close voting, then I'd post.

>[X] Keep your eyes as they are. With how disturbing they'll seem, people might actually think your eyes will stare into their soul or something.
>[X] Hum a beautiful unrestrained tune as you get to the stage, it will likely be endearing.
>[X] Hop down and walk through the crowd of people to the stage, it's a lot more mysterious and humble.
>[X] Maintain your usual dominant body language and attitude, they'll follow you in time.
>[X] Be friendly and open, they all have to see you as the 'good' guy.

>(1/3)

Acting like someone you're not will probably grow wearisome as time goes on. Being meek in the public eye won't translate well to the business scene, too; neither will acting like a broken doll. Keeping your demon eyes up will intimidate them but also give you a chance to show them not all scary looking mutants are bad guys. It's best you be yourself, albeit friendlier and more open than normal. An air of mystery and beauty would also help your image and contrast really well with your demon-like appearance.

You take in a deep breath and hum.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=69ne32iagyM&t=18s

Immediately, the surrounding air is filled with a beautiful overwhelming symphony.

The wide grin on your handsome face relaxes into a calm smile as you hop down from building to building to the ground.

Some of the outlying crowd members notice your presence and gape at your magnificence.

Your striking eyes look over them for the briefest of moments before returning to the stage.

Circling around the park, you attract more awe-struck eyes from the onlookers. Fear briefly shines in them before your placating hum renders them servile. Even the photographer vultures who came to see you stare in awe instead of taking pictures of your handsome face.

The moment the stage lays straight ahead, you begin making your way through the mumbling, stunned, and parting crowd.

You see Parker smiling from the corner of your eye as Jameson stares wide-eyed and Sofia smiling as you reach the center barriers.

None of the posted men try to stop you from walking under the red rope or hopping on to the stage.

Having arrived, your humming stops.

Silvio widens his eyes in mock surprise as you hold out your hand to shake his.

"You look so much like..." The man drifts off and notices your outstretched limb.

A faint pressure weighs on your chest for a moment before being dispelled by the warmth of the old man's still strong hand.

Sofia approaches you as Silvio takes a step back with her own hand outstretched.

You let out a small laugh and take hers in your own.

"It's nice to meet you, princess.

The girl giggles.

"Pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Reyes."

>(2/3)

Separating from the crime princess, you walk behind the podium and gaze out into the sea of starstruck people.

None of them but Peter and the two Manfredis behind you can possibly avert theirs.

You do your best to restrain your 'evil' grin and smile at your adoring crowd.

They'll eat up everything you're about to tell them.

"Hello and good morning to you all. I am Kojo Reyes and I'm a mutant, an orphan, and apparently the heir to Wilson Fisk's empire... I am just as shocked as you all are." You let out a false nervous laugh and shake your head. "I came here today to introduce myself and answer any and all questions you may have for me and of me, so let's get to it!" You clap your hands together, sending out an attention grabbing shockwave. "So, who's up first?"

Immediately, someone raises their voice.

"Are you really a mutant?!"

You shoot the man a curious look and shrug.

"As far as I know, yes: most of the other mutants I've come across seem to think so too. Wouldn't be that surprised if I turned out to be something else entirely."

Some women raises her own voice.

"Where were you born?!"

You frown.

"Here in United States, New York: the south Bronx and Hunts Point specifically."

The crowd's eyes widen and sympathetic looks spring about your sheep.

A sigh escapes your lips as you nod.

"Yeah, it wasn't fun growing up there."

Yet another person yells out.

"Are your eyes naturally that way?!"

You bat your hypnotizing demon eyes and tilt your head from side to side.

"Eh, they get this way when I'm nervous, excited, happy, and angry. Don't really know why but that can be said about a lot of mutant mutations."

A man clears his throat.

"Did you really save Kingpin's life?!"

You shift your gaze to the man and nod.

"A long time ago, yeah: I can barely remember it but it was him. Honestly had no idea he knew my father and I still have no idea how."

Someone else raises their hand like a retarded preschooler.

"Do you know who your father is?! How are you an orphan, if you do?!"

>(3/3)

A genuine frown makes its way on to your face.

"I understand."

"...No, I never have and still don't. It's one of the reasons why I came here today."

Another person yells out.

"Are you part of the X-men or in any way affiliated with them?! If not, why?!"

You shake your head.

"No, I'm not at all or in any way affiliated with the X-men; I've heard about them but have never approached, not even after Professor Xavier opened his school to the public and revealed he was their leader."

Some other idiot raises their hand like an impatient school child.

"Did you have a hand in Wilson Fisk's death?!"

Shaking your head once again, you gaze out at the crowd to avoid glaring at the idiot.

"To be perfectly honest with you all, I wasn't really sure who Wilson Fisk was before all of this; I've heard his name before but not much else. Think I only remember saving him because it was brought up in his will. My earlier years are... hard for me to remember, I'm sorry."

Once again, sympathetic looks spread like wildfire through the audience.

You resist the urge to groan at how easy it is to manipulate this pack of idiots.

A familiar dirty blond-haired man standing some ways off from Parker and Jameson raises his voice.

"Is it true that you were the mutant involved in a violent confrontation with multiple police and SWAT officers that resulted in one officer dead and multiple others injured outside a coffee shop by the name James' Java?"

You blink at the reporter man as you resist the urge to throw the podium at him.

Fucking Ben Urich getting to your last point before you're ready to turn yourself in.


>[ ] "That incident is also why I'm here today. I've gotten in touch with a few officers of the law to bring me in peacefully as soon as this conference was over. I'm more than happy to continue answering your questions before then so long as they do not relate to the incident as to save them for my inevitable legal trial."
>[ ] "Are you leaving out the dead biker to incriminate me more by ignoring him or to see if I am who you think I am?"
>[ ] "...Might there be an Oliver Dustin amongst us in the crowd here today?"
>[ ] "It was a more complicated situation than that but yes."
>[ ] "Next question."
>[ ] "...Yes."
>[ ] "...No."
>[ ] Write In.

>>3547900
>Transistor song
BASED TASTE

>>3547907
>[ ] "It was a more complicated situation than that but yes."
>[ ] "That incident is also why I'm here today. I've gotten in touch with a few officers of the law to bring me in peacefully as soon as this conference was over. I'm more than happy to continue answering your questions before then so long as they do not relate to the incident as to save them for my inevitable legal trial."

>>3547907
Oh yeah and
>[ ] "Next question."

>>3547916
I've used the normal version of the song before.

Also, sorry for the wait. Been letting a lot of things side-track me as of late. Trying to focus more on getting a job before my next semester.

>>3547927
It's F I N E famalam

>>3547916
>>3547917
>>3547931
Support

Voting closed; writing now.

>>3547931

but it's not

>>3547907
>>[X] "Next question.
G-2-the-frelling-Kojo Damn it!

>>3547927
>Trying to focus more on getting a job before my next semester...
>>3548009
>is not fine...
A sustainable QM is preferable to one that Rips their own Face off.
Trust me.

>[X] "It was a more complicated situation than that but yes."
>[X] "That incident is also why I'm here today. I've gotten in touch with a few officers of the law to bring me in peacefully as soon as this conference was over. I'm more than happy to continue answering your questions before then so long as they do not relate to the incident as to save them for my inevitable legal trial."
>[X] "Next question."

>(1/3)

Best to just get it over with right now. You'll answer some more questions but dismissing this one will just make you look suspicious again. Mentioning and explaining that you're turning yourself in is a good touch.

Urich is going to fucking pay one day for ruining your streak.

"It was a more complicated situation than that but yes."

The crowd erupts in shocked cries and gasps as Urich himself blinks in surprise.

Resisting the urge to groan and roll your eyes, you clear your throat.

"That incident is also why I'm here today. I've gotten in touch with a few officers of the law to bring me in peacefully as soon as this conference was over. I'm more than happy to continue answering your questions before then so long as they do not relate to the incident as to save them for my inevitable legal trial."

Your audience begins to calm themselves and look at you with wary eyes.

You calm your rage as you take in a deep breath.

"Next question."

The crowd stays silent for a moment before a voice speaks up.

"Have you ever engaged in criminal activities before in the past?!"

You shake your head.

"No, none whatsoever."

Of course they'd indirectly ask about it.

Yet another person raises their voice.

"Do you feel remorse for your actions?!"

The faces of the dearly departed you yourself sent out of this world flash through your mind.

"...Yes, with every fiber of my being. The memories I have of myself hurting others will haunt me until the day I die."

Looks of sympathy sprout again amongst the crowd as does silence.

It wasn't exactly your intention to manipulate them into feeling sympathetic this time but you'll take it.

A woman waves her hand in the air much like a regular idiot school child.

"Where do you live?!"

You briefly raise an eyebrow before lowering it.

"Wherever I can sleep: getting hired or residence as a mutant is like trying to walk a cat."

The crowd laughs and sprouts more sympathetic looks.

You resist the urge to shake your head and continue with your question answering.

>(2/3)

Half-an-hour of answering questions and restraining your urge to slam your head against the podium pass by. About half-way through, the photographers who showed up to photograph you actually started taking pictures. You're not sure it's because whether the surprise and awe wore off or because the sun started shining on your skin, making it look more luscious than it usually is.

A deep breathe of yours breaks the silence of the now question-less crowd.

"It seems I've answered all your questions to the best of my ability. I hope you've all enjoyed this as much as I have; Silvio will conclude this conference as he sees fit. Officers, wherever you may be, you can come up and arrest me now."

Silence fills the air for a minute before you hear footsteps clang from the side of the stage.

You see the sane police girl, Forest, and her kind partner, Matthews, walking up the steps of the stage's stairs, stern looks on their faces.

Finally grinning, you sit down on your knees and put your hands on the back of your head.

Abigail sighs as she puts your hands in cuffs and Jackson stands you up.

"Kojo Reyes, you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent; anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you? With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?"

You choke down a laugh.

"Don't look so glum, you just made the bag of the century."

Matthews shakes his head as Forest groans.

The partners walk you down the stairs where Neville and Parish wait with contemplative eyes.

Parish, Neville, and Matthews spread out around you while Abigail keep you in her grasp.

You look out at the crowd of concerned-looking people as your officers haul you away.

The impression you made on everyone here today who hasn't already known you before is damn near perfect. Urich may have thrown a wrench into the works but you were capable of using that to your advantage. Doesn't change the fact you want to flay him alive, though.

>(3/3)

Nearing the end of your escort to a parked police car, a woman from the crowd pushes her way through the people around her and dashes towards you in a frantic sprint.

"Wait!"

The officers don't notice the woman or stop until she's barely pushed back by Neville.

"Woah woah, miss!" The not-retarded cop says. "We're escorting a suspect here."

The strange woman looks over the man's shoulder at you before looking back at the man.

"I know, officer, but, please, let me see him before you take him away; I have to see him!"

Neville grunts and looks back at to you.

"Do you know this crazy chick or are you that good at making random women obsessed with you?"

Tears run down the pale woman's blue eyes.

"Kojo, little Kwadwo, don't leave me again; not like her."

Your eyes widen at the grown woman's words.

Abigail raises an odd eyebrow at the stranger and carries it over to you.

"So, do you know her or not? It looks like she knows you more than you know her, though."

You glance at the police girl before glancing back at the sobbing woman.

Never have you seen this woman once in your entire life, but it sounds like she knows you from somewhere and you really don't want that somewhere to be the person you're thinking of right now.

The stranger wipes her tears and smiles at your handsome face.

"You look so much like Gus, she would've loved that."

...

...

...

>[ ] "...Forget about me and them, whoever you are. You're better off ignoring me for the rest of your life."
>[ ] "Just get me in the car already, I've got nothing to say to her."
>[ ] "...Stay away, I'll just end up killing you like everyone else."
>[ ] "How... How do you know me? Answer me!"
>[ ] "I don't... I don't understand."
>[ ] "...Let her through."
>[ ] "...Who are you?"
>[ ] "..."
>[ ] Write In.

Late. Will close voting and update tomorrow morning my time if I wake up on time.

wait, it's one

fuck

Thoughts or questions, my dudes?

>>3548752
Fuuuuuuuuuck this may complicate things. What was our dads name again?

>>3548868
Augusto Reyes. This is definitely someone who knows Kojo. Fuck.

>>3548981
Damn. We definitely need to get out of here but the question is do we have her visit us in jail or what? This is way too big of a loose end right now. You better believe she's going to get grilled the second we walk away and if we make her disappear then it's too much of a direct connection to us.

>>3548746
>[X] "Like I said, my earlier years are hard for me to remember, I'm sorry."
>>[X] "...Who are you?"
Get her identity, tell her you have to go with the police now to straighten this mess out, and then GTFO before she can throw off your masterful exit.

>>3548868
>>3548752
>>3548981
Sounds like she knew our mom, is my guess.

Her knowing baby Kojo isn't enough to ruin our public image, but those seeking our parents just got a helluva lead.
We might need to deal with Hydra, the Hand, SHIELD and such sooner than expected.
They have my pity.

>>3548746
This >>3549602
Kojo can pursue this lead into his past and his father AFTER he gets out of prison. Getting identity and contact info is paramount for the future.

Voting closed; writing now.

>[X] "Like I said, my earlier years are hard for me to remember, I'm sorry."
>[X] "...Who are you?"

You really don't want to know who this woman is, but she's a potential loose end. Whatever way she knows you can jeopardize your story and your weaved image. There's not enough time for you to figure out everything she knows so it's best to just get her name and contact info for now. Learning everything she knows will have to wait until sometime after your trial.

Gently nudging Abigail aside, you brush past Neville to face the weeping woman.

"Like I said, my earlier years are hard for me to remember, I'm sorry."

The strange woman immediately wraps her arms around you and, intending to pull you towards her, pulls herself towards you in a hug. A warm laugh escapes her lips as she buries her face in your chest.

"Just like with Thema."

Your eyes widen as you look down at the woman's dark hair.

"...Who are you?"

Touchy Feely looks up at you and moves her hands to gently hold your face.

"I'm Deirdre, I knew your mother." She grimaces. "And your father. Your mother and I were... It's complicated."

Blinking, you gaze into the women's glistening blue eyes.

Her touch feels familiar to you somehow, like a faint warmth in a sea of cold.

"...I have to go straighten some things out. Do you have anyway I can get in touch with you?"

Deirdre nods her head happily.

"Two-one-two, Seven-Five-Seven, Six-Three-Two-One; call me as soon as you get out, Kwadwo. There's so much I need to know and for you to hear."

You hum in understanding and back out of the women's grasp right into Abigail's again.

The police girl glances at you questioningly before returning her focus on the police car.

All four officers finish escorting you to the vehicle and open it so you can put yourself inside.

Neville and the retard cop enter another cop car parked behind yours while Forest and Matthews enter your own.

Without a word, they drive off into the city and to the nearest police station.

Every officer inside the precinct they take you into immediately stops what they're doing to stare at your magnificence.

You go throughout the entire arrest processing with a grin on your face.

Of course, you're going to have to find a way to eliminate your biometrics from their database after all this is done for numerous reasons.

Abigail leads you into your own personal holding cell and leaves without a word.

It's going to take some time for them to arrange a transfer into an actual prison. You've got some time to kill before then. Of course, you still haven't taken your one phone call yet.

>[ ] Teleport out of the cell to get a coffee and teleport back, it'd fuck with them and also be fun for you.
>[ ] Chat with the officers, you can be very pleasant to be around when you aren't killing them.
>[ ] Ask for a phone call, you don't want some burnout government contracted lawyer.
>[ ] Sit back and relax, you've got time.
>[ ] Did you know about Deirdre?
>[ ] Write In.

>>3550685
>[ ] Chat with the officers, you can be very pleasant to be around when you aren't killing them.
Build up that rapport

>>3550685
THIS >>3550697

Voting closed; writing now.

>>3550697
>Build up that rapport
Indeed

>[X] Chat with the officers, you can be very pleasant to be around when you aren't killing them.

>(1/2)

They might be stand-offish at first on account of you literally braining one of their blue brothers and wounding a fuck load of others but they'll warm up in time. You have the charisma of Elvis, Hitler, and Vicente Fernández combined. All of them will have shrines of you in their homes by the time you're done here. Hell, they'll probably testify at your trial on your behalf.

You walk up to the cell bars and look at the tired yet shocked officer leaning on a wall someways away from your cage.

"How long have you been on this shift?"

The man blinks his somewhat bloodshot eyes.

"...None of your concern, convict."

Raising an eyebrow, you shoot the man a questioning look.

"Isn't it innocent until proven guilty?"

Officer guard man narrows his eyes.

"You killed one of our own, that's guilty enough."

Looking down, you frown and sigh.

"It was more complicated than that but I'm still sorry for what happened." You raise your head back up at the officer. "What what his name?"

The man's eyes widen as he moves a hand to scratch the back of his head.

"Uh, I actually don't know."

You resist the urge to laugh and let out a disappointed hum.

"Guess I'll have to find out some other time; really hope I didn't make someone a widow or fatherless."

Cell guard raises an eyebrow at you before shaking his head and sighing.

"How the hell does some nobody mutant like you inherit a fortune despite the things you've done?"

>(2/2)

Shrugging, you move over to lean on your cell's wall.

"World is crazy and unfair; I'm not even sure if I'll get anything now that I'm here. Was thinking I could start a fund for the police here in New York. I've lived on the streets all my life and seen you guys get hurt more than the scum who hurt you. When gang wars broke out, you were the ones who ended them. I know there's nothing I can do to repay you for what I've done or for what's been done to you but I'd like to give you all something at least."

The man scans your apologetic face for a solid minute and blinks.

"...You actually feel sorry for what you've done, don't you?"

You nod.

"Who wouldn't? I put a hero in the ground and hurt a lot of others. I deserve whatever comes next."

Officer guard man hums and sighs once again.

"I'll ask around for the guy's name."

A false sad smiles makes its way on to your face.

"Thank you, officer?"

The man points at the nametag at his right breast reading R. Harris.

You blink and smile again.

"Thank you, officer Harris."

Harris looks away and blushes ever so slightly.

Choking down the urge to chuckle, you relax against the cell wall.

This is going to be far too easy.

You spend the next few hours chatting with Harris and a couple of passing guards as well as Harris' replacement.

By the end of your chatting, you know officers Lewin, Foster, Ventura, Nelson, Rayne, Marino, and Álvarez.

Still plenty of time left in the day.

>[ ] Teleport out of the cell to get a coffee and teleport back, it'd fuck with Marino and also be fun for you.
>[ ] Ask for a phone call, you don't want some burnout government contracted lawyer.
>[ ] Continue chatting, cops are surprisingly fun and have tons of stories.
>[ ] Sit back and relax, you've got time.
>[ ] Did you know about Deirdre?
>[ ] Write In.

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

Any thoughts or questions?

>>3551133
>[ ] Ask for a phone call, you don't want some burnout government contracted lawyer. Possibly calling that woman from before also

>>3551133
This >>3551500 but DO NOT CALL THE WOMAN because the lines could be tapped into or bugged