You are Kojo Reyes, mutant Kingpin of Crime.Dreams are always a bitch to you and many others with a "troubled" past. Old memories best left forgotten, things that are better off dead, and moments you shouldn't even be capable of remembering pop up in those realms. You're definitely not the only one who has them, maybe you'll ask one of your lieutenants sometime.Speaking of the devils under your employ, the issue of collecting your ill-gotten funds is still one. Silvio's got his shit in check, as always, but your other boys and token girl have their work cut out for them. It's not like you can't teleport all that shit to you, it would just be really tedious. Alex could help you out in that department if that's the route you really wanted to go though. The ebbing water of Meadow Lake glistens with the shining sun.You let your legs give up, plopping yourself on the damp lake shore sand.Jesús is going to either have powers or possibly have forcibly lost his virginity the next time you see him at least. A cruel laugh thrums in your chest.You are such a piece of shit.The chuckle dies with your amusement.Now's not the time to be a sadistic self-hating jackass: Ho is still a subject you need to deal with, and Cottonmouth is still a possible liability. Maybe waving your dick around and tearing through someone will make you feel better. You'd do that to yourself, but you wouldn't feel anything."You are too numb to feel the pain anymore."A growling churns in your throat.That girl's words aren't going to stop haunting you, she is the other half of your broken coin.>[ ] Get into contact with Ho, he probably already suspects that you're really working for yourself.>[ ] Call Ren-Run back, you need to set a meet with her to get the mods done.>[ ] Dial Cuda back, you forgot to tell him to take care of that loose-end.>[ ] Teleport back to your office, day isn't over yet.>[ ] Was that my dream or Yours?>[ ] Why am I still here?>[ ] Write In.
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>>4076108>Dial Cuda back>Dial Ren Run
>>4076108>look for some cheap whore to tear her womb
Getting late. Will close voting and update tomorrow morning my time (UTC-8)Thoughts or any questions about the break, my anons?>>4076452aggressive but not out of character for kojo, still pretty freaking aggressive tho
>>4076452>>look for some cheap whore to tear her wombTired and fairly certain that I missed some of the last thread, but I'm going to go ahead and vote against this.Violent whoremongering would be far from the worst thing we've done, but it seems out of character for a fellow who views sex as caving in to weakness.Kojo has unhealthy desires and unhealthy views on the act of sexual intercourse, but not along those lines really.Unless that suggestion was purely violence based and not sexual. In which case, even a bigger no. Random whores aren't worth our violence.I'm gonna go read over the last thread in bed later or, more likely, over homemade breakfast burritos in the morning.>>4076472>Thoughts or any questions about the break, my anons?Welcome back Afungi!I am mildly curious if the motivation for the break was a breaking from or a breaking to. That is, did you break because you felt the need for a rest or something different? Or did you break because something else drew you to it?I am aware of the other quest I did not participate in for personnel raisins.I'm just curious where your myconid brain was meandering.
>>4076631Well, it was the holiday season and the last thread died in languishing misery. The travesty that was the ST finale happened and Star Wars quests blew up. I then read Interregnum and was inspired to possibly do better in the SW era of my choice with a lot less voters.Were you just out or are new quests that may be abandoned (it's not thanks to D&D being pushed off the projects) not your thing?
>>4076681Well, I was afk whilst the last thread languished and I am avoiding Star Wars quests because I am a Star Wars fan older than Yoda but I still haven't seen The Last Jedi.
>>4076631>it seems out of character for a fellow who views sex as caving in to weakness.QM literally said it wasn’t, but I understand your reluctance
Voting closed; writing now.>>4077066I did not know you meant sex. Got to give you props, that was probably the most violent description of it I have ever heard in my life.Out of character at the moment, unfortunately/fortunately. You can't afford to be seen taking the company of whores by people, the scandal would be too much just to alleviate some aggravation.
>[X] Dial Cuda back, you forgot to tell him to take care of that loose-end.>[X] Call Ren-Run back, you need to set a meet with her to get the mods done.While you always and forever have the innate urge to murder motherfuckers to make yourself feel better, you can't do that nowadays considering the risks, not in an urban setting at least. You'll have to take whatever satisfaction you can in having loose-ends offed by a human gangsta gorilla. A man as high up and resourceful as you has no need for a third-class gang leader like Cottonmouth. Super-powered gangstas like yourself are what you need for the future and Ren-Run's in desperate need of a powerup with the current state of your squad. You take out your genius phone and dial in the number of Cuda's burner again."Shiiiet, what's up, mah homie?""Me again, I need you to settle things with that 'Rival' of yours. He knows too much and just can't be trusted to be an obedient associate of ours. Remember, keep it quiet."Boisterous laughter fills your ear. "Damn, you finally taking care of shit? Alright, alright! You do your thing, man. I got a little bitch to set straight."Hanging up, you call Ren-Run."Blue oni speaking."A smile makes its way onto your face. "Red oni, Blue oni? You know you're not making your condition anymore inconspicuous with the magic tattoo I put on your head?, right?""...What is troubling you?" Ren says in her quiet, normal voice."Did the other personality already tell your second-in-command to prep for taking your place? I can pick you up as soon as you get to a secure location. Jesús is already at the facility where you'll both undergo changes.""I understand, call me back in the afternoon with your progress."You hum and move your thumb to hang up only to hear the dead line ringing drone in your ear.A groan escapes your lips.That is far too annoying to you for some reason. >[ ] Get into contact with Ho, he probably already suspects that you're really working for yourself.>[ ] Rest here for a few hours, you can spare the time.>[ ] Teleport back to your office, day isn't over yet.>[ ] Was that my dream or Yours?>[ ] Why am I still here?>[ ] Write In.
>>4077164>[X] Get into contact with Ho, he probably already suspects that you're really working for yourself.>>4077118>I did not know you meant sex. Got to give you props, that was probably the most violent description of it I have ever heard in my life.You thought I wanted to cut her open ? Alright, I may have exceeded myself
Voting closed; writing now.
>[X] Get into contact with Ho, he probably already suspects that you're really working for yourself.It's pretty obvious by now where your loyalties don't lie. Of course, you could say some nonsense like your master is some sort of God but you really doubt he'd believe such obvious lies. You don't really need to hide, but it's in your best interests that only a select trustable few know who you are. Ho might even need to die if he proves to be too much of a liability. Cottonmouth, that guy you don't know and is definitely going to be alive a week from now, can attest to that if you knew him.You raise a hand to your chin.But you have no idea how you'd get into contact with him without showing your face in the tourist death trap that is Chinatown. Too many people there with the way the Chinese breed like rats. If only you had his number....A groan escapes your lips as you slap your face with your chin hand and dial in Ho's number with your other.The line dials four times before the droning tune breaks."Who am I speaking to?""You know who I am; everyone does now."A somewhat amused 'ah' seeps through your genius phone's speakers. "My strange friend who claims to be the servant to another. The assets we've kept for your 'master' are in a secure location. They're ready to be picked up whenever you wish.""Not quite loving your tone, but that's good to hear. You haven't run into any problems, have you?""Other than the dark-skinned animals under that gorilla of a man who goes by 'Barricuda' not much. Is he one of yours?"You slide your slapping hand down your face back to your chin.Telling him wouldn't hurt, but it's not exactly wise to have him knowing the truth over being sure of the truth.>[ ] "Do be sure to silence your men. Swear them to secrecy, please.">[ ] "Just tell me where the fucking money is.">[ ] "Yeah, he's one of mine just as you are.">[ ] "He serves my lord as I do and as you.">[ ] "No, he has strayed from His light.">[ ] Write In.
>>4077474>[X] "Just tell me where the fucking money is."
>[X] "Just tell me where the fucking money is."Really, this catty 'I know who you are' back in forth is aggravating you even more and you haven't even started that basic bitch talk yet. Best you learn where the money is so you can launder it through your company as soon as possible. Ho and your identity can wait another time, the cash comes first. "Just tell me where the fucking money is.""I have it all in a bank account. I can transfer what I've collected to you or give you all you need to access it."You raise an eyebrow. "Did you clean it?""The money would not be in the account if I didn't funnel it through multiple different restaurants in lower Manhattan that just so happen to have an association with me."A hum rumbles in your throat. "Looks like you're of some use beyond being a source of income." You stroke your chin. "...Maybe you can assist.""I would be happy to lend my services to you for a modest fee.""Not for free?""You very likely already know nothing in this world is for free: I have been putting aside half of my organization's total earnings for your 'master' over the past several months in return for control over the lower half of Manhattan. No doubt, there are others aside myself doing the same."A frown makes its way on to your face."If you're looking for an answer to that question, you're not going to get anything. Just be happy you have your cut of the richest borough in the world's greatest city for global trade.""Please do not mistake my tone for ungratefulness, I am merely curious.""Curiosity is dangerous when it doesn't lead to the discovery of anything good. Kill it or it'll end up killing you.""I understand. Now, how do you prefer to handle the matter of the bank account?"You lay yourself down on the soft sand shore.Either one is fine, they'll each have their own suspiciousness to them if they were ever linked to your organization.>[ ] "Give me the access to the account, but don't stop putting money into it.">[ ] "Good speaking to you Ho, my master won't be eating your soul afterall.">[ ] "I'll get in contact with you sometime later.">[ ] "Tell me the account's information.">[ ] "Transfer it to another account.">[ ] Write In.
>>4077858>[X] "Transfer it to another account."
>[X] "Transfer it to another account."Making repeated use of a bank account with very obvious Triad connections isn't the wisest thing to do. You can transfer the funds to an account and from that one to another one until its secure and untraceable. Oversea bank accounts exist almost completely to be used for laundering purposes and storing large amounts of easily accessible cash, which makes it a good thing Kingpin had a shit load of them. "Transfer it to another account."A confirming, obedient hum thrums into your ear. "Tell me the details of the account, I won't be able to perform a wire transform otherwise."You tell the man the account number to one of your offshore bank accounts. "Alright then, I'll get a man to perform the transfer as soon as possible."A look of disbelief widens across your face. "That's very important, large amounts of funds you're transferring, Ho. Either do it yourself or get your number two to handle the business for you; you're not losing thousands just because you were too lazy to do the job competently.""I am well aware of the importance of this transfer and what is likely to happen to me if I do not comply. My apologies if I seemed flippant. One of my most trusted men will be performing the transfer. He will not live if he fails this or betrays me, that I assure you.""Good." You nod. "What will happen to you is far worse than anything you could possibly imagine.""While I do have reasonable doubts, I understand.""No, you don't, but I don't expect you to. We'll talk again some other time. Keep your boys in line, and I'll make sure the big gorilla keeps to his side of Manhattan." You hang up and slip your burner back into your pocket. It's going to take a while for that money to come through, but it better lest someone suffer the most extreme torture you can think of and worse as you do your best to extend that torture beyond death. You're not at all in the mood for failure right now. There's been far too much of that behind your life. >[ ] Port to the Facility facilities with SHIELD double-agents in play, someone bugged your board of directors room and they're quite possibly the culprit.>[ ] Call the number of a well-known therapist, you can't keep going like this forever.>[ ] Rest here for a few hours, you can spare the time.>[ ] Teleport back to your office, day isn't over yet.>[ ] Was that my dream or Yours?>[ ] Why am I still here?>[ ] Write In.
>>4078291>[X] Call the number of a well-known therapist, you can't keep going like this forever.
Getting late. Will close voting and update tomorrow morning my time (UTC-8) before my classes if I can. Thoughts or questions, my anons?
>>4078543What areas do we control at the moment ?
Voting closed; writing now.>>4078949All of New York.
>[X] Call the number of a well-known therapist, you can't keep going like this forever.As much as you hate to admit it, you need help: you've needed it for a long time now. It's not like you're too delusional to ignore that. Strange was right when he said you'd destroy yourself if you kept this up. Sure, that was more about your grandparents but still. You're going to die on the inside if you don't solve your personality issues and your issues in general.You take out your genius phone for the umpteenth time and dial in the first number of a therapist that comes to mind.The line drones twice before breaking."Hello! You've reached Mr. Garrison, how can I help you?" A stranger's familiar voice asks.Sighing, you look out at the glittering lake. "How soon can you be in New York City for an appointment?""I've got some business to handle today, but I can reach you tomorrow. Who exactly am I speaking to first?""...Kojo Reyes."The line lays silent for a moment. "Is this a psychological interview into the mind of quite possibly the youngest and most mysterious billionaire ever?"You scoff. "No, I need actual therapeutic help. I know you're an actual effective therapist behind the golden TV bullshit. You've helped out some of the flunky West Coast Avengers in the past: you're familiar with patients with strange backgrounds.""I'm surprised by how well informed you are and how much more interesting you sound when not talking in front of a public audience, Mr. Reyes. I'm looking forward to meeting you. Speaking of which, where will we be meeting?""You'll know once you touch down, I'll have a cab outside the airport you choose; just call my office number so I know which airport to send the escort to at the right time." "I will. See you soon, Mr. Reyes."Hanging up, you lip your genius phone back into your pocket. It might have been better to try and hire an experienced professional without a known history, but you don't know any other therapists who've sat down with supers.>[ ] Port to the Facility facilities with SHIELD double-agents in play, someone bugged your board of directors room and they're quite possibly the culprit.>[ ] Rest here for a few hours, you can spare the time.>[ ] Teleport back to your office, day isn't over yet.>[ ] Was that my dream or Yours?>[ ] Why am I still here?>[ ] Write In.
>>4079147>[X] Port to the Facility facilities with SHIELD double-agents in play, someone bugged your board of directors room and they're quite possibly the culprit.
Class is coming up. Will finish writing and update when I get back.
>[X] Port to the Facility facilities with SHIELD double-agents in play, someone bugged your board of directors room and they're quite possibly the culprit.There are many people who would be interested in overhearing the conversation you had with your board of directors, but SHIELD is the most dangerous one out of them all. Hydra is also a danger, though they probably don't know your ties to your father yet: it's not like Reyes is a rare last name. Even if it isn't the biggest agency in the world, it'd be good to have some inside men working to subvert them as soon as possible.You will a portal into being over the ground beneath you and fall into one of your facilities. Some of the staff resist you at first before obeying the wisdom of their more experienced members with some intelligence experience on their hands. Having to do anything to retrieve the smallest bits of info tends to leave one flexible that way. From the first facility, you port to the next and repeat the process until you've informed all of them of your current wishes and picked up what you need to know of their operations.The agents the Facility had in play within SHIELD are placed in minor, beneath notice positions relating to supers, assassinations, and global organized crime. Thanks to you, a special few now have orders to find out whatever SHIELD knows of your family. Facility agents with a far more successful track record were given the go ahead to start taking more responsibilities in the organization for advancement.You plop yourself on to the soft sand beach of the lake once again.Foundations for a proper intelligence branch in your organization are in your hand, you just need to find more people to get into it and targets to throw them at.Aside from them, you need an assassination squad to take care of prominent threats, like a rival head of a crime organization or an official with knowledge of you. Might be good to have two different quads even: one composed of supers and sorcerers like Marcus and yourself as well as one composing of the common everyman soldier. There's no harm in having a mixed group, but one leaves oceans of destruction and is better suited for targeting other special individuals while the other just leaves the normal amount of carnage. Alex can head both if she can hide her powers and refrain from using them.You hum as the rippling water retains its sunny shine. The future is going to be far worse than it will be if you don't get a handle on things now. It's good that you've taken the first steps to prepare for it. No one but you can handle what's to come in result of you being you. >[ ] Call Alex, retrieving your pet has been a long time coming.>[ ] Rest here for a few hours, you can spare the time.>[ ] Teleport back to your office, day isn't over yet.>[ ] Was that my dream or Yours?>[ ] Why am I still here?>[ ] Write In.
>>4079615>[X] Call Alex, retrieving your pet has been a long time coming.
>[X] Call Alex, retrieving your pet has been a long time coming.Little Ms. Actress would do all she can to somehow prove the absolute sureness in Ren-Run that she's incompetent to be trusted with anything of importance somehow even more absolutely than what already was absolute. She's probably been waiting for you to call her to you for some time now. Of course, you're not going to be around her in the public eye, but she'll be your dagger in the dark.Yet again you slip your hand into your pocket and pull out your genius phone to call one of your former lieutenants. The line dials once before it beeps in place of droning."Been waiting for this call, boss. What's been keeping you and that big... thick... head away from me?"Rolling your eyes, an annoyed growl roars in your throat. "Drop the act, I'm not in the mood for your bullshit.""...Are you okay, Kojo?" Princess Alexis says in an unusual voice of genuine concern."Don't you of all people fucking start.""Okay, why did you call me?"You sigh. "Time for you to do your job and to stop acting like you're trying or actually stop trying to fuck Ren: where are you? Or are you advanced enough in magic to teleport to me?""The latter, I've been practicing a lot since you finished teaching me.""Alright, I'm by Meadow Lake in Flushing Meadows Corona Park. Have you ever been?""Yeah, yeah I do. You're sitting on the shore, aren't you? Watching the rippling lake shine under the sun?"Nodding, you hum. "I'm by the west end of it, I think. You can probably find me if you look around. No sign of people from here and the spot I'm at seems secluded enough with there being no sign of the public sidewalks.""...I know exactly where you are." A portal opens up a few feet to your right and a familiar blond steps through before flipping her burner phone closed. Taking a deep breath, she turns to the river and sighs. "It's been years since I was last here. This was one of the first places I ever found that made me feel like I was free from everything." She glances at you. "How'd you find it?""I didn't, Jesús did."Alex blinks and looks back at the ebbing body of water. "Huh, I did not at all take him for the type. Thought his idea of peace and quiet was putting a bullet through his head." You raise an eyebrow and lower it as you stare up at the sky.That's probably the only real peace you or anyone else with you will ever know. Both of you stay in your positions, perfectly silent.Aside from her somehow knowing this place, you are still somewhat unnerved by how unfamiliar her actual personality is.>[ ] "Got some rogue government op agents. 'm thinking of putting together a strike team for when they give details on people we can't just let live.">[ ] "...Just say it already. You can see it too, can't you? You heard it in my voice.">[ ] "Did you know Jesús hated himself?">[ ] "Parents used to take you here?">[ ] "I hired a therapist.">[ ] "...I'm tired.">[ ] Write In.
>>4080104>[X] "...Just say it already. You can see it too, can't you? You heard it in my voice."
Getting late. Will close voting and update tomorrow morning my time before my morning class if I have time.Thoughts or questions relating to your maybe crazy, maybe faking personal assassin who totally wants to maybe fuck your dissociative personality disorder suffering third-in-command?
>>4080300How close are we to her ? Purely professional or there’s more ?
Voting closed; writing now.>>4080713Casually friendly. I'd recommend you read the previous threads to catch up but that's almost two years worth of content.
>[X] "...Just say it already. You can see it too, can't you? You heard it in my voice."You really don't want to beat around the bush here about this subject. This whole silent air of mystery makes you want to rip someone's guts out. It's just so unnecessarily dramatic. Not your fault the woman just won't get to the fucking point of her silence. If you had something to say to her you'd just say it instead of letting her stew in this shit."...Just say it already. You can see it too, can't you? You heard it in my voice."Alex turns to you, her blue eyes dull and somewhat sad. "Something hurt you."Scoffing, you look away from her gaze. "I'm not bleeding.""Not blood or on the outside, at least.""Aren't you the wise woman when you aren't gargling on someone's cock or trying to bury your head in some Japanese pussy?"The young woman laughs. "Just who's dick do you think I last sucked in front of some Japanese pussy?"Your eye twitches. "...I should've killed you the day we met instead of making the mistake of letting you join us.""It wasn't a mistake." Ms. Sinclair's voice switches from her usual, possibly fake amusement to a tone you never thought she could speak in. "Of all things you could've or wanted to do, that was the perfect action to take."Shifting your weight on to your other side, you turn back to face the still face of your Magic Minx.The Alex who cried and asked you to hold her in your arms is standing in front of you."...Do I really know you?"Former Princess Alexis walks to your side and sits down on the soft sand. "I can ask you the same question, but I don't think either of us can answer it.""And why is that, Ms. Suddenly Cryptic?" You look out at the flowing lake. "Because neither of us know ourselves. I haven't known who I really am for years: whoever I used to be vanished in lines of coke. Really, I'm surprised I can even remember my past or function the way I do." Alex turns to you. "And you... You remind me of my mother, but I don't think you're where you are now because it's what you really wanted."You blink. "What do you mean?""I don't think you wanted to take over Kingpin's place. To be honest, it seems a lot like you did what you did out of boredom: it's not like you ever needed an excuse to go after him. Majority of the time you've spent as leader before then has just been chilling on the rooftop watching the sky. I think... whatever you really wanted was something you saw up there."Furrowing your brow, you shoot the blond a look.Alex continues to sit unfazed and unconcerned at your doubtful, annoyed face. You relent and look up at the cloudy sky.Freedom is what you feel every time you stare out into it, even though there's no such thing.>[ ] "I'm thinking of putting together a strike team.">[ ] "...Did you know Jesús hated himself?">[ ] "Parents used to take you here?">[ ] "I hired a therapist.">[ ] "...I'm tired.">[ ] Write In.
>>4081028>[X] "...Did you know Jesús hated himself?"
Going to class soon. Will close voting and update when I get back. I have nightclass today so expect one or two more updates max.
>[X] "...Did you know Jesús hated himself?"From what she said, it sounds like she may have had some insight as to the Colombian's condition. It's either that or Jesús seemed so devoid of life and interest in it that death would sound like a valid peace, which the man is enough to suspect so. You're pretty sure Jesús was a mystery to all of you, but him hating himself was very much a possibility one of you should've expected. "...Did you know Jesús hated himself?""Huh, so that's why he's been the way he is this whole time?"You nod. "I think so. It was either that or that family he killed.""That was sad. I didn't expect or want him to ever breakdown like that. I know it was really that mutant, but it was his feelings finally pouring out.""Kind of like you?""...No," the woman turns to look at your face, revealing her frown, "that was just me forgetting who I am and remembering who I was before going back to the normal me." A groan croaks out of your lips. "That sure isn't confusing or unclear.""Sarcasm is unbecoming of you," Alex smiles her usual smile."Well, talking like a cryptic fucking wizard isn't making things easier to understand."Ms. Sinclair giggles. "Thanks to you, I am a wizard now.""That's not... nevermind."A hum purrs in the girl's throat as she turns back to face the lake. "Whatever happened to that guy anyway? He just kind of disappeared after we left to secure New York.""He ran out on us. I'm thinking of handling him when I inevitably visit Mutant Town: no one can just run out on me and we're going to need some supers for what's to come. We're also going to need a more diverse selection of mutant genes since Ren and Jesús are going to get modded too.""Yamazaki wanting powers, I can understand. Jesús, not so much. Did you just tell him to get them?"Shaking your head, you lift up your upper body. "He just thought I wanted him to get some, so I left him in a facility where that happens until he gets himself modified with whatever he wants.""If that's true, don't you think he'll pick all of them just to get it over with and without disobeying your orders?"You blink. "...Oh for fuck's sake.""He could actually pick only what he wants...eventually, but I wouldn't put that behind him if he really chose to get powers just because he thinks you wanted him to."Sighing, you let yourself fall back against the sand.This is what you get for trying to help broken people while being a broken person yourself.>[ ] "I'm thinking of putting together a strike team for when we need someone big dead fast. You're going to be part of it.">[ ] "...Think I might miss not knowing what you're really like.">[ ] "Want to see my place? I've got a lot of 'em, actually.">[ ] "Did your parents used to take you here or something?">[ ] "...Is 'love' something you believe in?">[ ] "...Do you think we'll ever get better?">[ ] "...I'm tired.">[ ] Write In.
>>4081653>[X] "I'm thinking of putting together a strike team for when we need someone big dead fast. You're going to be part of it."
Class is coming up. Will close voting and update tomorrow morning my time (UTC-8)Thoughts or questions, my anon(s)?
>[X] "I'm thinking of putting together a strike team for when we need someone big dead fast. You're going to be part of it."She's bound to have seen this coming if she really is as intelligent as you think she actually is. Maybe she might take her new future position positively or do her usual bit of trying to avoid responsibility. You know she probably won't try to pull any shit, though she will feel tempted. This is all assuming the way she usually acts is how she actually is. "I'm thinking of putting together a strike team for when we need someone big dead fast. You're going to be part of it."Alex laughs. "Look at you finally delegating tasks to other people.""Oh fuck you, let me see any of you flatscans wipe a trade capital's underworld leadership in the span of two days.""You know I can actually do that now thanks to you, right?" Rainbow fire flashes and burns in the sky above you for a moment."I can showoff my gay pride too, you're nothing special.""Oh, so it's about being special now is... Wait, what?"You turn on your side to see Alex's genuinely surprised face. "I can make rainbow sparks too. In fact, I can probably make a blazing rainbow hurricane.""No, that's not what you said.""What exactly do you think you heard me say?" "You know exactly what I heard.""Pff," you shake your head, "you didn't.""...There's nothing for you to be ashamed of.""I'm not.""Suuure you are." Alex sighs. "You know that's actually really hot, right? I mean, you're successful, dominative, and sexually active to the point you dominate other men. That kind of thing screams alpha male.'"Fuck off please, I'm not in the mood for this conversation, especially with you of all people.""Alright, I'll leave you in the closet.""I'd tell you to eat me, but you'd like that."The blond girl giggles to herself.Shaking your head, you focus back on the sky.It's not time for you to have sex again, not as you are and what it is to you now. Talking about it also leads to certain complications that plague virile men like yourself. Women are instinctive whores with the way they can casually talk about fucking. Men are always awkward around talking about anything other than having actually gotten sex. The-One-Above-All would've been a retarded God if It was actually sentient to create humankind.>[ ] "...Think I might miss not knowing what you're really like.">[ ] "Want to see my place? I've got a lot of 'em, actually.">[ ] "Did your parents used to take you here or something?">[ ] "...Is 'love' something you believe in?">[ ] "...Do you think we'll ever get better?">[ ] "...I'm tired.">[ ] Write In.
Class is coming up. Will close voting and update when i get back. If there's any votes.
>>4082953>[ ] "...Do you think we'll ever get better?">[ ] "...I'm tired."
>[X] "...Do you think we'll ever get better?">[X] "...I'm tired.">(1/2)It's a question that's been on the back of your mind for some time now. You're not who you were when you first started out, but it's not like you're close to getting over everything yet. Going to take a lot more time for that to happen, a lot more time and effort. Even then, you're not sure you'll ever really be 'fixed.' You're not sure any of you ever will."...Do you think we'll ever get better?"A thoughtful hum purrs through the air. "I'm not sure. People can heal from wounds, but the worst they suffer always leaves scars. Even if we ever do become 'properly' functioning people again, we'll always remember what we were and what we did. Considering how deep we're in things now, it's almost pointless to try and change: normal people don't do what we do or are going to end up doing.""What even is normal?" You lift up your upper body once again. "I grew up in a shithole, killed other children, killed grown men, and probably even killed special forces when I was a child. I don't think I was ever once 'properly functioning' in my entire life.""Who is? We're born ascribed to a double-helix of code with countless flaws that constantly breaks down with age. Psychopathy isn't even a real disorder beyond pop-psych surface level bullshit. It's natural for us to break; who's ever really whole?" "...I'm a doubtful power-hungry monster, you're a recovering addict with nymphomania who isn't sure who she is anymore, Ren has dissociative personality disorder thanks to me making her kill her sister, Jesús is a self-hating hitman who can't decide anything for himself, Cuda is Cuda, Itsuki is a slave to his family responsibility, and Marcus is... somehow the most well-adjusted person in our entire gang."Alex, eyebrow raised, turns to you. "Seriously, how the hell is that possible? He grew up around you, didn't he?"
>(2/2)"Eh, more around his literal whore mother, but we crossed paths eventually." "And here I thought being raised by a single mother would've led to me being an awful person.""You're you; Marcus is Marcus. There's a difference." Lifting a hand to your chin, a thinking hum of your own rumbles in your throat. "His mother was also Black though, which means he might even be a crack baby: making his sanity even more impossible.""That's racist.""Look at all the fucks I give, princess Cracker.""Jokes on you darkies, everyone loves eating crackers." Sinclair laughs as she plops down on to her side. Rolling your eyes, you join the blond on the sand. "...I'm tired.""Then sleep, I don't want to fuck you when you're unconscious." "No... I'm tired.""Tired of what?""All of this... This world, this life... this reality... this whole distorted eternity.""Kojo?"A growl thrums through the air. "I hear that name and one I can't remember springs to mind; it's fucking torture.""...You're not making any sense.""I know, half of the time I don't even know what I'm really saying."You really don't understand.>[ ] "I've got work to bury myself in, I'll port you to my place.">[ ] "...Think I might miss not knowing what you're really like.">[ ] "Did your parents used to take you here or something?">[ ] "Let's go back to my place, I want to nap.">[ ] "...Is 'love' something you believe in?">[ ] Write In.
>>4085248>[ ] "I've got work to bury myself in, I'll port you to my place.">[ ] "...Think I might miss not knowing what you're really like."The second more as an afterthought after teleporting.
Class is coming up. Got a test so it'll be quick though.Will close voting and update as soon as I get back.
>[X] "I've got work to bury myself in, I'll port you to my place.">[X] "...Think I might miss not knowing what you're really like."That's enough suffering by a lake for about twenty minutes in one day. As the CEO of one of the richest companies in the world, you have responsibilities to attend to. Sure, you don't have to do any of what you mostly do, but it's still good to be situated in things. You can dump your fake cat back at your place and return to doing what you do best: everything.You put your hands on to the sand aside your head and kip-up to your feet "I've got work to bury myself in, I'll port you to my place."Alex attempts to stand only for a portal you will into being underneath her takes the woman to your townhouse.Grinning, you will a portal into being underneath your feet.Sinclair's ruffled groan emanates from your right as you land by her side. "Warn me next time.""Not my fault you're not agile enough to catch yourself.""Has anyone ever told you that you're an asshole?" Alex asks in a completely casual voice."Yeah," you laugh, "most of 'em are dead, though not by my hand.""What, you made Ren kill them for you like you did her sister?"Falling silent, you stare into Alex's dull blue eyes with your red-on-black."...Huh, you actually do feel bad about doing that."A sigh escapes your lips as you will another portal in to being. "I'll see you in a couple of hours. I don't have any food, so just steal shit from nearby restaurants: you can do that with your magic and skills." You turn to the portal and take a step forward to feel a hand grasp your forearm. "Oh what i—" You turn around to see Sinclair, sapphire eyes shimmering, frowning."I'm sorry... I hate being alone."You blink. "Then just portal yourself back to the warehouse. Tell Ren what's going on, and that I'll get her sometime in the afternoon. You can hangout over there until I stop working.""Alright, I'll do that." The young woman lets go of you. Pivoting your head back to the tear in space-time's direction, you take a step through. "...Think I might miss not knowing what you're really like." The rift closes when you fully walk through to your office.You clench your fists and close all three of your eyes.Really, you miss the days you were ignorant of how broken all of you really are.>[ ] Pay a visit to your security, some of them have been on black-ops operations in the past and may be of some use beyond monitoring the tower.>[ ] Go apologize to your secretary, taking your rage out on others who haven't offended you was below you.>[ ] Call Arkwright, you need to know if he's started up the cleaning side of your business again.>[ ] Bury yourself in your work, it's great for taking your mind off everything fucked up.>[ ] Write In.
>>4085660>[ ] Go apologize to your secretary, taking your rage out on others who haven't offended you was below you.>[ ] Call Arkwright, you need to know if he's started up the cleaning side of your business again.
>[X] Go apologize to your secretary, taking your rage out on others who haven't offended you was below you.>[X] Call Arkwright, you need to know if he's started up the cleaning side of your business again.First things first, unmaking an ass of yourself for the woman who brings you coffee and her adorable confusion at your very existence as her boss. She might try and do something stupid, like poison your precious caffeine or spy on you for another company, if she doesn't feel appreciated, which she is. You appreciate hers too and might even try it out once you're feeling far better about everything in general.You relax yourself once again before walking out your office, through your office hall, and into Nina's greeting area. "I've already put all the reports you usually ask for on your desk, Mr. Reyes." She looks up at you and blinks. "...How did you get back up here without me seeing you enter through the elevator?""Jumped up to the helipad and walked in through there.""...So, you also jumped off to get out?"Nodding, you hum. "Listen, I want to say... I'm sorry for giving you that attitude earlier: I let my personal feelings interfere with my professionalism and took out some of them on you when you were just voicing your concern. That was out of line for me, you're the woman I can depend on to sort things out while I'm out of the office, and I have no excuse for acting the way I did.""Um, wow... You don't have to apologize, Mr. Reyes, everyone has bad days: Mr. Fisk used to have fits of rage all the time.""I'm not Fisk though, and I have to take responsibility for my actions as an individual beyond being CEO. I'm sorry, Ms. Zanetti. I'll do my best to make sure it never happens again.""O-okay, Mr. Reyes. I accept your apology."A smile makes its way on to your face. "Thank you." With no further word, you walk back into your office and seat yourself behind your desk. That takes care of one issue, time to deal with possibly another.You take out your undetectable genius phone and call your second-in-corporate-command.Line drones twice before it breaks. "Hello, you've reached Gresham Arkwright, head of Ventura Reyes Operations, how may I help you?""It's me, how are our 'operations' coming along.""...They're going well. We just need the funds.""Good job, man. I'll make sure to get them to you soon." You hang up first, as you always should, and slip your genius phone back into your pocket.Now to either do your work or do some other shit to take your mind off your shitty dreams.>[ ] Pay a visit to your security, some of them have been on black-ops operations in the past and may be of some use beyond monitoring the tower.>[ ] Call Deirdre, she of all people could confirm whether or not your dreams really are true.>[ ] Dial Silvio, you need his wizened advice in these shitty trying times. Man's good for it.>[ ] Sleep at your desk, fuck it you're tired of this shit.>[ ] Bury yourself in your work.>[ ] Write In.
>>4087154>[ ] Bury yourself in your work.Is there anything related to Xavier's school we could aquire? I'd love to get some more legal leverage on them
Late. Will close voting and update tomorrow morning my time (UTC-8)Thoughts or questions, thots?>>4088242You can try portaling to the academy in question and digging up dirt there. Bound to run into people or be noticed tho.
>[X] Bury yourself in your work.>(1/2)You did come here to forget about the ever growing distortion of your dreams and everything they bring. It'll pass the time too, so you can move on to taking Ren where she needs to go for her power-up. Alex and you can talk things out over a tub of ice-cream or whatever queeny bitches do when they feel like shit. Marcus would talk a lot of shit to you if he knew the kind of thoughts that went through your head.With a sigh, you take the first handful of papers from the stacks on your desk. Four hours go by until you finish going through all of the various reports, requests, and logistics. A hum rumbles in your throat as you set the last handful of pages in the finished stacks to your left. That's that, you've got a cute Japanese girl with split personalities to genetically modify and a nymphomaniac to spend a lot more time with. If you weren't you, it's very likely you would be happy about having dominion over both. Men are especially weak to women, even more so if they put them on a pedestal. Rising from your chair and kicking it back, you snap a portal into being beneath you with your fingers. Landing on the rooftop of your old hideout, you take out your phone and call Ren-Run.The line dials once before it breaks."Blue oni speaking, has something happened?" Ren's soft voice chimes in your ear."I'm on the roof of the warehouse, where are you?""The diner where you and... the other me had breakfast. I'll walk out now."You nod and port yourself to the roof of the motley building. "I'll see you within a literal minute." Hanging up, you slip your genius phone back into your pocket. Ren walks out from the cheap food place several seconds later.Grinning an ever mischievous grin, you will a tear in space-time beneath the young woman and jump down through it as she falls.
>(2/2)The girl gives a slight yelp when you catch her with telekinesis before blushing a vivid red when you land on the facility ground with her in your hands. "...Reyes-sama.""Ren." You let her down with the gentleness of a retarded giant. "Sorry, couldn't resist." Humming, you look to he nearest former Facility staff member. "This is Ren, like Jesú—"An unmistakable crack of a fired bullet booms from wall to wall."Fuck! Why is it always the goddamn eyes!" You blink as the people around you flinch. "...Like Jesús, she's in for some modifications. Do please get her the ones she wishes to have as soon as possible. Jesús is probably going to run out of bullets soon, and you know how Kimura is.""Who's Kimura?" Ren asks, eyebrow raised as the woman in question continues her pained groaning."A Thai Filipino of Japanese descent with a wideness for making people suffer. Feel free to stay here after you're done to help Jesús save his virtue before he goes under the knife: you might need a training dummy more experienced than you to test your new abilities on. Hell, you just might be on my level if you can learn how to fight with powers against someone like her."The young woman hums with interest while Jesús, running down a corridor waves at the both of you.Giving Ren a farewell pat on the shoulder, you port yourself back to the warehouse rooftop.You take out your phone to call Alex before you notice her sitting to your left. "Hey." A scoff is all you give her as you slip your cellular device back in your pocket.She tilts her head. "What?""Nevermind." You fall through yet another portal to inside your place.Alex falls through a rip in space-time and lands right on your living room couch. "You're still upset."You roll your eyes.She's still annoying as she was before you knew she was putting up some parts of an act.>[ ] "Do you want more magic? It involves lying to a Grand Wizard where you got your initial training, though.">[ ] "Another word, and I leave you here alone.">[ ] "...Is 'love' something you believe in?">[ ] "So, who did Ren leave in charge?">[ ] "What has Ren been up to?">[ ] Write In.
>>4089450>[ ] "So, who did Ren leave in charge?">[ ] "What has Ren been up to?"
>[X] "So, who did Ren leave in charge?">[X] "What has Ren been up to anyway?">(1/2)She didn't tell you who she left to manage the fort and she hasn't told you at all who her lieutenants are. You can only assume they're effective otherwise they wouldn't be in the position they're in. Ren and Run's original lieutenants had some ability, but they were relatively small time back then and weren't capable of dealing with you or someone on Marcus' level. Gang lieutenants are often more for administration over combat ability though."So, who did Ren leave in charge?"The young woman clucks her tongue. "Always business with you. Ren left Javier to lead her people while she gets modded."You shoot her a look."...Javier's, how do I put it? Kind of a badass: he's quiet like Jesús but fights more like an animal than an assassin.""High praise coming from you." A hum rumbles in your throat. "How do you know how he fights?""A group of newbies tried getting out when they figured out how quiet the Bronx really was thanks to us about the time of the second week we split. The other Ren, or 'the Red oni' as the sexy bitch told us all was her code name, had a group with Javier volunteering as leader track them down. I went along to make sure the job would get completed if they couldn't hack it. I saw Javier run and shoot about four of them before taking out six with knives in about a minute. He didn't go for stabs at the torso like a rookie: he slashed and stabbed at the throat, armpits, the back of the joints, and eyes."You raise a hand to your chin. "Was he from her old gang?
>(2/2)Alex shrugs. "Don't know how I'd know that, I wasn't with you back when you dominated her.""Oh, well he sounds promising.""He is. Would make for a perfect pick for your strike team if he wasn't already her number two."Breathing in a sizzly breath from you teeth, you plop yourself down on your floor. "What has Ren been up to anyway?""Why are you on the floor?" Alex peeks down at you from the side of her new couch. "You can hop on me anytime.""Fuck off and tell me what I want to know."The young woman pouts. "She's just been recruiting people, ordering the deaths of deserters, and collecting from everyone. We're not going to run out of firepower anytime soon with the Bratva gear and our lack of enemies, and the pimps being united under one front has made collecting a lot easier. Good idea doing that: they're too broke to hire bodyguards that could do anything against us and not looking to be made into a bloody sculpture of human fragility. You might have to get the others to do the same."Another hum chimes in your throat.It would be good to organize things, but that always has the chance of backfiring on you. Would be very wise and good for you to get your boys gear. Marcus probably already set something up with the Bratva on his own. You're going to have to check in with everyone again to find out how they're doing in terms of munitions and weaponry.>[ ] "There's a girl I saved from the gene mod people I made 'friends' with. She would fit in really well with our crew of fucked up people... Actually, she's a lot like me.">[ ] "I had thoughts of putting you in charge of the pimps, actually.">[ ] "...Is 'love' something you believe in?">[ ] Port to the Bratva's, it's been a while and you have kind of have a deal with each other.>[ ] Check-up on Marcus and Itsuki, weapons are important.>[ ] Was that my dream or Yours?>[ ] Why am I still here?>[ ] Write In.
Late. Will close voting and update tomorrow morning my time if there's any votes.Thoughts about your current state of existence as Kojo?Do you feel it?
>>4090213>[ ] Port to the Bratva's, it's been a while and you have kind of have a deal with each other.>[ ] Check-up on Marcus and Itsuki, weapons are important.[ ] Why am I still here? Just to suffer?
>[X] Port to the Bratva's, it's been a while and you have kind of have a deal with each other.>[X] Check-up on Marcus and Itsuki, weapons are important.>(1/2)They should be expecting a fortune in return for enough military gear to outfit an entire army from what you told them the first time you were there. Maybe they're being patient and waiting for things to settle in before you pop up again. If so, you're thankful they're showing such restraint instead of sending another goddamn Bratva hit squad after you.Kip-uping back to your feet, you weave a portal into existence using the fabric of space-time. "Got some unfinished business to settle, you stay here."You feel a woman's thighs clutch the sides of your head when you hop down the magical singularity."Alex," you sigh as you touchdown on the marine terminal, "the fuck?"Ms. Sinclair's upper head peeks upside down from the northern edge of your vision. "...I don't like being alone."You roll your eyes, set the girl down, and take the lead towards the main building.Artyom nods his head ever so slightly in greeting, barely giving Alex a glance, before performing his escort duties.The brigadier hums as you enter his office. "Ah, the prince returns, looking far more like the poster he ripped off my wall than he did before" He grins while you twitch at the reference. "Or should I say king? Devil King maybe?"
>(2/2)"No such thing as kings, actually. Supreme authority cannot be given to mortals. Devils are real though; as are gods. Except they're both the same thing in the end.""...Shall we move on to business?"You nod. "I'm going to be buying from you in bulk soon. Just stopped by to say our deal stands and you'll get to stay here as my guests. In fact, I might need to get a word in with your Pakhan depending on how things go for me.""That's... something possible yet costly for me to do for you. I may need compensation.""I understand. I'll take my leave now." You turn around. "Feel free to sell your guns to other people, even my enemies. I'll have the upper hand whether or not you do."Getting back out of the Bratva controlled naval port, you take out you genius phone and call your second-in-command plus Itsuki. Both inform you they're nowhere near out of munitions yet or in need of military tier shit, though you do let them both know they can buy anything they want from your Russian friends. You port you and your broken human cat back to your place.Truthfully, you're probably going to end up using most of the weapons you buy for scrap to be remade into future age space force shit. Maybe you can still use ballistics in the form of gauss weaponry, but that might be inefficient. Plasma is the way to go, lasers may still have their uses though. >[ ] "There's a girl I saved from the gene mod people I made 'friends' with. She would fit in really well with our crew of fucked up people... Actually, she's a lot like me.">[ ] "Do you want more magic? It involves lying to a Grand Wizard where you got your initial training, though.">[ ] "I had thoughts of putting you in charge of the pimps back when I had the idea.">[ ] "Have you felt odd since you learned magic?">[ ] "...Is 'love' something you believe in?">[ ] Was that my dream or Yours?>[ ] Write In.
>>4093314>[ ] "Have you felt odd since you learned magic?">[ ] Was that my dream or Yours?
>[X] "Have you felt odd since you learned magic?">[X] Was that my dream or Yours?Grand Wizard Strange, the Vampire-looking motherfucker, did tell you it takes years until a human is attuned to magic enough that they can no longer subsist off regular food, but you can never know when you are the servant to a nascent god or whatever the hell you are. She could be devouring the souls of her victims for all you know, if she's even be keeping up her serial killer routine. You may have to pry more into her now knowing what she's really like. "Have you felt odd since you learned magic?"Alex plops herself back on to your couch. "Other than that feeling of being on the edge?"You nod."Well... I do feel awfully magical now.""And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" Raising an eyebrow, you shoot the woman a look.Ms. Sinclair shrugs. "I just feel magical, J̨̖̩̯̮̗̭̩J̸̭͕̝, it's hard to explain."W̫͎h̛̯o̴̟̠͓̩͕̮͎ ͈̭̻͚ị͖̻̬͢s͓̫̤͖ ͇͍͍̰͘t̨h̻̘̞̯͉̪at̪̳̮͙?͓̥͎͓"...What did you just call me?""KJ͖͙̝́.""Never call me that again, for the love of decent nicknames."The woman scoffs. "Okaaay, 'Young Scratch.'""I'm Old Scratch now, but that one wasn't something I chose, though the name fits."Alexis yawns but says no further bitchy word.Plopping yourself back down on the ground, you sigh.Was that my dream or Yours?...What's with the silent treatment? You can't really avoid me or avoid my questions forever, even if you do give horribly vague answers.......>[ ] "There's a girl I saved from the gene mod people I made 'friends' with. She would fit in really well with our crew of fucked up people... Actually, she's a lot like me.">[ ] "Do you want more magic? It involves lying to a Grand Wizard where you got your initial training, though.">[ ] "I had thoughts of putting you in charge of the pimps back when I had the idea.">[ ] "Have you felt odd since you learned magic?">[ ] "...Is 'love' something you believe in?">[ ] How is it that the moment I stop hearing a demonic voice in my head, I get far more concerned than I was when I could hear it?>[ ] Write In.
>>4094692fuck, forgot to delete the chosen choice
>>4094692>>[ ] How is it that the moment I stop hearing a demonic voice in my head, I get far more concerned than I was when I could hear it?
>[X] How is it that the moment I stop hearing a demonic voice in my head, I get far more concerned than I was when I could hear it?>(1/2)You really don't understand yourself or anything in this illogical world. It's just so damn tiresome for you that you don't know what to do or what everything is. W̤ͅh͍̻̳̤̘y̷͎̰͔͔̥̯you're here is the biggest one of them all. Something like you shouldn't exist: you're the equivalent of a cosmic fuck up on an entirely different level of insanity than Laura will ever be. Reality itself is distorted.How is it that the moment I stop hearing a demonic voice in my head, I get far more concerned than I was when I could hear it?W̘̼̼͕̝͇h̖͕̹̹̫y̬̠ do̭͕̺̹e̱̦͍s ͚̭̥̠i͕̰͎̙͈t̟͙̙ ̙̘͖͍͓͔͖b͇̝̞͚̰̳̪o͍̪t̝h̜̼e͚̠̮͙̬r͈ y̝̙̺͇̠o̞̣͉ṵ̙̙̠?̯͓͙̗̬͕͇Please shut the fuck up, I'm not speaking to you.Y̫̟̗͎o͔u̥̹͕ ͅa͍͔̖̞r̺̜e̻ ̱͉̮͖̻̮͚n̪̦̬̫̬o͎̭̱ṱ̩̦͚ ̠̹͎s̟p̗̖̱̭͖e͉̝̗͓̺a̗͙̥̰͔̤̱k̳͎̬̞͇i̹̜̰ṇ͇̪̘g̤̦̯̯̪:̙̙͓ ͍̼̺͉y̺̼̣̮͎̜̤o̰u͖'̯̯͇̤̜r̫̞̳e̫̳̱̼̩ ̺̗̫t͎̺̦h̙͚͉͕̩̰in͉̪͉̰͈͚̙ki͓̜̥̱̳ng͕̥͔̭̺̱̝.͔͙̞̪͙ An̥̥d̦ ͙̬̝̠̖͎̹yo̖͕͔͓̤ṵ̤̜̘ ̱a͈̙̘̦r͎̬̖͎̹e ̳̱̟͔c̼̼̙o̩͔̬̺͕̱m̖̳m̰̗͙u͔̘̭̮̼̜̗n̼̭i͍͚c͇̬͕̮a̳̱̬͍̪t͕͓͙̺͚̗i͉n͙̦̪̮g̺̫ ͅw͍͙͎i̟̪̥t͕̜̩̣̬̱̟h̪̜͕̮͖̹ ͈̝̬̰̰ͅm̜͕e̹̱̗̭̩͎̠.̫͚̙ Scoffing, you close your eyes.You're the only one home, if a dead thing like you can even exist.I͎̮̱̱̝ ̫a̟̰̮̦̩̗͙c̪̜̝t͔͚̝̘̻͖̻,͓̥͍͈͕̣̼ ͕̩̟̬t̙̹̮̪̣̞he͔ͅr̯͎̦̠̬e̜̺f͖͚̺o̯͇̺r͇̠̩͚̬e̜̯̠̦̜̩ ̬̥̖̠I̙͎̞̗ ͈a̯͍͈m.
>(2/2)Not think?I͚͕͚̭f͎̦̱͔ ͍̥̦b̖̻̩͔̜e̺͔i͕n͎̪̩gs̜ ̰̘h̘͈̺͈̞̪̦ad̩̞ ͉͇͈̬̪̮t̰̩̣̯̺̜o̬̮̰̺͙ ̜̺ṭ̩h̖̦̯̠̠̺͈ḭ̫̜n͉̣̼̥k ͙t̮o̻ ̠̬̟̪̪̟e͔̰̯͇̬͇x͙̭i̺̹̭̯s̙̼͈͕̹̫t̜,̤̱͖̠ ͎͓͚t̞̤h̳̙e͙ͅre ̤w̬͚̥͉̜ou̟̫͉͔͎̮̣ḽ̤͍̜̗͈d͎͇ ͓̯b̳̳̞͎̬͚ͅe̟̠̼ ̝̯no b̠͔͎̞̣r̻̺a̱͔̗̘̻i̗n̙̤͈͔-̤͎̯l̜̗̥̬̭̗̦e̠͉̝̬s̰s͚̗̥̯̳͇ ̹̮̯̙̣͉o͍rg͙̮̠̫̫̰a͖̪n̥i̟͇̪s͚m͍s̹̬͇.͈Fuck, you sound like every third-grader who's bothered to read up on shit.Silence resounds through the ruin of your mind.You open your eyes and lift up your upper body."Something wrong?" Alex asks.A hummed 'no' purrs in your throat.Everything is wrong, something is just a microcosm of that reality. >[ ] "There's a girl I saved from the gene mod people I made 'friends' with. She would fit in really well with our crew of fucked up people... Actually, she's a lot like me.">[ ] "Do you want more magic? It involves lying to a Grand Wizard where you got your initial training, though.">[ ] "I had thoughts of putting you in charge of the pimps back when I had the idea.">[ ] "Are you really averse to getting gene-modded? It's not that bad.">[ ] "...Is 'love' something you believe in?">[ ] Write In.
>>4096258>Nothing that I can fix right now.>Keep burying yourself in your CEO obligations while waiting on updates from our many projects.
>[X] Keep burying yourself in your CEO obligations while waiting on updates from our many projects.>(1/2)There's nothing you can do for now, so you may as well continue burying yourself in your work until something pops up. Knowing your life, a dramatic event is probably going to occur soon enough, and it's likely to leave your sanity worse for wear. You'll march on regardless of what happens however, as you always do.You stand yourself up. "I've got work to continue. You can come with me if you want, but you can't let yourself be seen by anyone working there, specifically Nina.""Who's Nina?" Alex purrs, propping her head up on her hand. "My young Italian secretary. She's your type: she is a person after all."A weak thump resounds from the contact of your stomach and Princess Sinclair's best attempt at a punch. "...Damn, your muscles are thick.""It's more my skin, but those are in play too." Grabbing hold of the blond's wrist, you lift her up into the air. "You want to come or not?""I always want to cum.""That'd be cute if I knew you actually meant it." You will a portal into being above you, embrace Alex with your secure muscle fiber, and hop through it back into your office.The rest of the day passes by quite fast.Alex does her best to interrupt your work with her cat-like prodding but teleports herself somewhere else when it's clear you won't let her near Ms. Zanetti or underneath your skin.
>(2/2)Sun well down and several stacks of cleared paper on your desk, you port yourself back to your place, where a sleeping Alex lays on your couch. You give your human cat a brief head rub before knocking out on the floor.The early morning comes without another horrid mind-shattering memory of something you shouldn't remember. A quick port returns you to your office where you can resume your report readings.Four hours pass until the sun is up again with your office phone ringing."Yeah?" Picking it up, you ask."I've got a call from Sean Garrison saying you're expecting a call from him. Are you doing an interview, Mr. Reyes?""Patch it through, Nina."The line clicks and a sleek hum chimes through into your ear. "Mr. Reyes, I'm about depart on my flight to the LaGuardia Airport in New York. The journey will take me about four hours around 2:30 PM. Can I expect an escort?"You blink as your memory returns to your forgetful self. "...Yes, I'll have a limousine pick you up.""Awfully fancy but I can't say I don't appreciate it."I'll see you soon." Hanging up, you return your phone to its holster.Going to take some time until he arrives. You can just keep doing your kind of redundant paperwork or seek out your human kitty cat for talking with. May be good to check in on Phineas, his sanity, and your other pet you stuck with him too. >[ ] Call the limousine company and wait for Sean, best stay on track lest you forget shit you've already planned again.>[ ] Go to your place and look for Alex, she should be somewhere close or back at the warehouse.>[ ] Do your paperwork, it's your unnecessary job.>[ ] Port to Phineas', check-ups are important.>[ ] Write In.
>>4099784>Port to Phineas, check upsThen>Call Limosean Company and wait, planned etc
>[X] Port to Phineas', check-ups are important.>[X] Call the limousine company and wait for Sean, best stay on track lest you forget shit you've already planned again.Being forgetful of people, planned events, and in general is unbecoming of a person with your stature. You need to work harder to remember all the various schemes, allies, enemies, and connections you've made in your quest for whatever the hell you're really looking for. Power has lost its luster now that you've become a minor God with a third eye.You are _________________Blinking, you rise from your chair.So you're back, huh?Your mind returns to silence.With a sigh, you wave a portal into being and hop through it.Phineas is standing by one of his synthesizing fabricators and a water tank filled with a dozen or so bug-eyed extra-dimensional eels while Laura turns in your direction. The old man straightens his back and joins your other somewhat human pet in looking at your glorious form. "Ah, Kojo, you've returned.""Uh-huh, are you still... all in there?""I have calmed down, yes."You nod. "Good, that's already a welcome change." Glancing at Laura, you look down at her body to avoid her soulless-eyed gaze. "And how are you doing?""My breasts are fine. I am also well, if you were referring to me specifically.""...I hate you so much."Laura tilts her head as you fall through a portal to a familiar unfamiliar hotel that can be trusted with discretion.You book a private room with the front door man, make your way to the domicile, and plop yourself on the couch.With a sigh, you take out your personal future-age phone and dial the number of a limousine company that comes to mind, informing them all they need to know.A sickly sweet scent oozes from the openings of your room's front door.You dart up and restrain the urge to growl at the presence of another mutant.The door opens, revealing the blond man you've been waiting for.It seems you may have made another mistake.>[ ] "...This was a mistake, I'll pay your plane ticket and compensate for your time.">[ ] "...Mr. Garrison, come in. I want to begin as soon as possible.">[ ] "You smell... sweet, like a candle oozing comfort itself.">[ ] "I can smell the mutant on you. Care to explain?">[ ] "Have you told anyone about this meeting?">[ ] Kill him before he can do anything, he's another mutant and that's all you need to know.>[ ] Write In.
>>4101402>I can smell the mutant on you, care to explain?He’s hiding out, not running around with an X or an Acolyte sash. Mutants just exist, and if he’s just a therapist who uses his powers to push his process...that’s something we can respect as far as hustle goes. Though if he tries to fuck us over we show no hesitation or mercy?
Gotta go to my night class soon. I'll close voting and update tomorrow morning my time (UTC-8)Thoughts or questions for those still here with me?Also, I pulled a Disney and made supplementary material: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13509557/1/A-New-Mutant-s-BoyhoodNot sure how often I'll update it. Will cover some things I brushed over about Kojo's past in there though.
>[X] "I can smell the mutant on you, care to explain?"While many mutants keep to the closet as faggots do, you're not the type to keep yourself in or let others hide like cowards in your presence. He'll explain himself or die; he'll state his truest intentions or die. Just calling him was a troublesome act. You won't tolerate his continued existence as a mortal if he gives you any pain unnecessary to helping yourself."I can smell the mutant on you, care to explain?"The man blinks before raising a hand to stroke his chin. "Really?""Your hormones are fucked. That's typically the most obvious sign, but yours are on an entirely different level." You plant your feet on the floor off the couch. "It's so sweet it makes me want to rip your throat out with my teeth. If you can turn that off, I'd recommend doing so before I stop willfully ignoring my urges to end your filthy life."Sean's putrid sweet scent lessens itself to some surprise. "...My apologies, it usually helps me endear myself to my patients. It's also remarkably helpful at drawing out certain truths they would be normally hesitant to." The man walks inside the room and shuts the door behind him. "You do realize you look very much like a mutant and claimed to be so on a broadcasted press conference, yes?"Just because I was born a mutant doesn't mean I can't hate other mutants. Besides, we're too different and disjointed to have any sense of unity: we're not an ethnicity, the apartheid state of Genosha got blown the fuck up, and we have the uppity niggers who cry oppression representing us in the superhero community.""That's an interesting way of viewing things," Sean says, moving the nearest chair to sit next to the couch on."Because I look like a nigger?""...No, it's just different. I can understand that way of thinking." The smelly mutant clears his throat. "We're here to help you though, not discuss the demographic issues of mutant kind. Let's start."You lay yourself back down on the couch. "Where do we begin?""Wherever you want to."A hum rumbles in your throat.There's so many things you can't even begin to place shit.>[ ] "Sex is weird for me. I first fucked a girl when I was twelve, fucked with other guys while I was fucking other girls, and kind of stopped fucking when I realized how much it was controlling me.">[ ] "Power is all I used to think about. It's what made me feel alive and what I let define me, but now... it just seems meaningless to me... Everything is so goddamn meaningless now.">[ ] "I used to be a puppet. Not a real one, just like one. I... couldn't feel anything until...">[ ] "Shouldn't you be saying things with me telling you the first things that come to mind?">[ ] "Let's start from the beginning then.">[ ] "...I killed my parents.">[ ] "...Why am I still here?">[ ] Write In.
>[X] "Power is all I used to think about. It's what made me feel alive and what I let define me, but now... it just seems meaningless to me... Everything is so goddamn meaningless now."Ever since you got rid of Kingpin, you've been feeling less drawn to ensuring your influence never stops growing. You're already at the peak of what a regular human can accomplish with some pretty powerful natural mutations at your command. It could just be the reality of living for power making itself known to you as well: absolute power is unachievable and ultimately meaningless without a purpose. "Power is all I used to think about. It's what made me feel alive and what I let define me, but now... it just seems meaningless to me... Everything is so goddamn meaningless now.""What did you find in power that made you feel so alive that you defined yourself by it?"Your chest churns as your arm hand warms with the memory of Dan's brutal death. W̻̣̝͔̥̦̦h͍̟͚͚͕͈y̯͉͕̙͔ d͔̰̹͈o̮̦̮ ̙͍̝ͅͅI̝̗͖"...I could change things, do something that actually had a permanent effect on the world.""And now?" Sean's scent becomes sweet and fresher.Narrowing your red-on-black eyes at the man, you part your fanged teeth.The hormones lessen their annoying mind-alteringness. "My apologies... that's always been a bad habit of mine. And now?""I'm remembering I can't really change anything: I can prevent symptoms, but I can't fix the actual issues.""So it isn't enough for you to treat a disease rather than cure it, whatever it is you're referring to?""No, I just wa— ...I never wanted anything in the first place."Garrison leans in. "Then why did you want more power?"W̯h͕̥̙̠y̜̰̭,̝ ̦̪w̼̭ẖ̭͔̣y̟͉̳̭̳,̖̠̹͍ ̩w̩̯̬͎hy̬̪̱͔̪̱,͙͈͖ w͉̹͍h̠̥̱y̫ w̪̘̺̟̼̫h̙͓͈y̫̩,͕ ͈̩̜͕̬̳͎w̼̺̭̻̹̼h̤y̫̺?̜͇̻̙̦͈"Using it gave me joy, made me feel free.""Why?"Te͚̗͍ll͉̟̥ ̮͚͈̥m͉e̫̻̘̭̬ ̖͈͉̣̗w̖͇͖̗h͓͓̣̻y.͖̻̮You fall silent as an overwhelming urge to gouge your own eyes out quivers through your entire body.If he wasn't still here, you'd have a far easier time with this shit.>[ ] "I was drowning in a river of blood... over and over again. I thought I could finally stop it, but all I've done is make that river a pond drawing from those closest to me.">[ ] "...Shouldn't you have started by saying things with me telling you the first things that come to my mind?">[ ] "I used to be a puppet. Not a real one, just like one. I... couldn't feel anything until...">[ ] "...I killed my parents.">[ ] "...Why am I still here?">[ ] Write In.
I'm back. Had connection issues. Catching up....
>>4109582>"Using it gave me joy, made me feel free.">"Why?"...because fulfilling one's purpose is a liberating and joyful experience. No longer are you crushed by expectations. You are free, successful, and joyous.Kojo's purpose in life is to use power, to be powerful, to be power, to be...But now his power exceeds his use for it. Without an additional reason, or purpose, to use his power towards, all his power feels useless. He cannot achieve his purpose. He cannot be free and joyous.So he seeks meaning to find a reason or purpose for his power. But ultimately, almost everything is meaningless. So he feels lost, alone, useless, joyless, and without purpose.Then, he's left thinking things like "I was drowning in a river of blood... over and over again. I thought I could finally stop it, but all I've done is make that river a pond drawing from those closest to me."The answer is clear, but so insipid that Kojo would never see it and might not accept it: Define oneself.Set the purpose.Define your own purpose.Maybe it's to clean up Central Park.Maybe it's to preserve classic cinema Maybe it's to tracelessly evaporate Vanessa Fisk.The point is to set a purpose and orient yourself to the new north star while you keep your head together, keep enemies at bay, and actually manage to enjoy life.Life, God, The Universe, or Lady Death won't give you your purpose.You have to choose it.Decide what one goal is more important than anything else. Make everything you do serve that goal.Also, Kojo really needs to lighten up about sex and just get laid. Sex can exist wholely separate from power, control, and dominance. And choosing to have sex isn't necessarily a failure to resist desire.But that might need to be a separate session...That's my two cents anyway.
>>4080713>How close are we to her ? Purely professional or there’s more ?Alex is one of the handful of people he is close to.I'd say it's something like: Marcus > Grandparents > Inner Circle (including Alex) > Sofia > Silvermane > quality professionals doing their damn jobs > other people > walking corpsesAlso, our last sexual experience was to claim the nympho Alex as ours alone, have her perform oral on us in front of Ren, and then sexually ignore her.So there's that.
>>4111835you are very much right like whats the point of doing anything of free will if you have nothing to go towards no purpose it becomes all empty and without meaning because you yourself no longer create it
Yeah. Creating your own reason to give yourself purpose is one of the ways "fake it until you make it" actually works. Journeying towards a meaningless point on the horizon doesn't make the journey pointless or without meaning."When nothing you do matters, the only thing that matters is what you do."
>>4111847>Marcus > Grandparents > Inner Circle (including Alex) > Sofia > Silvermane > quality professionals doing their damn jobs > other people > walking corpsesDamn. I forgot Phineas and Laura. I'd slot them in with Solfia and Silvio.
>>4111835Is this a write in or an observation?
>>4113213>>4111835It's a fantastic observation, though.
>>4113213>Is this a write in or an observation?Both.I wanted to answer the question: "Why?"I wanted to answer the sweet stinking mutant man's question. So much of therapy is people avoiding addressing the questions they don't want to deal with.So much wasted time.Koho, imo, wouldn't waste time or dodge issues. He brought this man here to help and needs to dive in. If he sucks, then Kojo can rip his lungs out and rid the world of his saccharine stench.The part before "The answer is clear" is my write in. The rest is discussion about what Kojo needs and unrelated to the post at hand.But seriously, you guys, Vanessa Fisk is literally the fucking personification of underestimated threat.
>[X] "...Because fulfilling your purpose is a liberating and happy feeling. My purpose was to use power however I saw fit but now... I'm powerful to the point I have nothing to use it for."You used to have a purpose in making people submit to your authority. After that, it was daydreaming of all the ways you would rise up against the other major players. Alex was kind of right about you taking them more out of boredom than anything else: you could've done that whenever you wanted to regardless of 'casus belli.' That drive-by just got you to finally get off your ass."...Because fulfilling your purpose is a liberating and happy feeling. My purpose was to use power however I saw fit, but now... I'm powerful to the point I have nothing to use it for."Sean hums. "So life feels meaningless to you?"W̱ḩy̥͖̹̱͟?͕̜"Yeah, it's... always felt that way.""Even when power was enough for you?""No." You shake your head. "At least, it didn't feel as meaningless then.""What exactly are your current goals? Is there anything in your future that you're looking forward to or planning?""I've got things planned I can't discuss with you, but they're all business-related.""Are there things you feel missing from your life or want from your personal life?""Not exactly in the best position to make real friends at the moment thanks to the fortune hanging around my head. I haven't addressed the public yet either, so I can't go out." "But what do you want, Kojo?" Sean's scent flares with pleasantness but dissipates as fast it emerged.A sigh escapes your lips. "...Family, I want a family.""Love, huh?"Darting your upper body up, you glare into the blond mutant's eyes. Love isn't r͓̼͍͇e̻̳̙͖̟ḁ̧̩̖̹͕̗͎l̥̬͎͉̦͖, something like love can't ex̛i̥ş̫̩ͅṯ͠ in this world."...Kojo?"You blink.Whichever you that was just now was definitely you but not exactly you.>[ ] "...Shouldn't you have started by saying things with me telling you the first things that come to my mind?">[ ] "I used to be a puppet. Not a real one, just like one. I... couldn't feel anything until...">[ ] "Think we've gone over enough for one day, Mr. Garrison.">[ ] "...I killed my parents, birth and adopted.">[ ] "...Why am I still here?">[ ] "...What is love?">[ ] Write In.
>>4114888>>[X] "...What is love?"Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more...
Voting closed; writing now.>>4114994i was debating whether or not to phrase it this way to avoid obvious jokes and my glimmer of faith in humanity was repaid as all faith in the species is
>[X] "...What is love?"Love isn't real. You've known that since you first heard of it. Something like that can't exist, at least not definitely. If anything, it's just a fancy word for fondness. Far too many people have said they loved things they don't actually love for that word to have any meaning whatsoever. Like evil, it's just a word that acts a placeholder for whatever bullshit a person has in mind. "...What is love?""A complicated yet interesting subject for you to be asking: many troubled couples come to therapists claiming to have been in love but really they only had fun with one another. Behind the dates, gifts, and sex was nothing. That surely isn't love or what people believe love to be." Sean sighs. "To tell the truth, I don't have an idea of what love is either."You turn to the mutant man. "Why?""We're talking about you, more specifically love. I could tell you, but I'm sure we'd both be in the exact same position we are now.""Then why should we talk about it if neither of us understands, and you're not willing to share?"Garrison shrugs. "Perhaps it'll help you find a breakthrough.""Well, it doesn't seem like it.""If we're going by the dictionary definition of love, it is an extreme fondness for someone. Is there anyone you hold in that regard?"Marcus' smiling black face pops into your mind."...Just one person.""Do you think there's anything you wouldn't do for them?""No.""How long have you two known each other?""Since we were kids."The mutant celebrity therapist hums. "What is the greatest thing the two of you have done for each other?"Ẃ̟͎ͅh͇͈̺̜̀y̳͚̻ͅ?̡͖̰ͅ"I saved his life and he...was just there by my side, always.""Do you consider him family?""He's my brother, in blood if not by blood... He's all I have left of a time when I had everything I wanted but didn't know or understand it then.""If so, I think you already know what it is; you just don't understand it."You slump into the couch.It would be like you to not notice something so important even though it was right in front of you the entire time.>[ ] "...Shouldn't you have started by saying things with me telling you the first things that come to my mind?">[ ] "I used to be a puppet. Not a real one, just like one. I... couldn't feel anything until...">[ ] "Think we've gone over enough for one day, Mr. Garrison.">[ ] "...I killed my parents, birth and adopted.">[ ] "...Why am I still here?">[ ] Write In.
Late. Will close voting and update tomorrow morning my time if I can before my classes.Thoughts or questions about love, my bruvs?
>>4115245>I killed my parents. Birth and adoptedStart with killing our mother in birth.Then of meeting our father and killing him almost incidentallyAnd then what happened to and with the family the raised us.
>[X] "...I killed my parents, birth and adopted.">(1/2)Someone else outside your inner circle of fucked up individuals has to hear what you need to say about the things you've done. They'll abstain from judging you out of fear or some odd denial of the reality that everyone is responsible for their own actions. If Sean shows hints that he might end up telling someone else or blackmailing you with this information, you'll kill him and dump his body into the ocean for the fishes to eat his bloated ass."...I killed my parents, birth and adopted."Garrison blinks. "Huh, how exactly did that happen?""Well... I gave my mother pregnancy complications and she tore herself open to save my life for hers. After that, I ended up running into my father one day and learning who he was. He... tried to save me from himself, and I killed him, blew his brains right out against the pavement, just because there was the smallest of chances his nonsense would come back to bite me."W̴̦̤̣̦͉h̳͇̺͓͉͚ͅy͍̣̬͍̭͎͜ ̴̖w̧̟̤̘̣̟͖̠a̸̫̖s̵͓̯̙͇̤ ̙͝I̻̺̰̘ ̺̝̻͔s̗͚̟o̰͍̩̩̝͔ ͍̙̰̳͈͇c̹͓͍͙̬̹̱͠o͎̦̭l̫͖̺͡d͠?͉̹͓̣͝ ̮̤̟̻̰̯̝Ẁ̺͓̗̺h͈̥y̥̯ ̶d̜̗̻̜̀i̗͕͜d̛͕̹͔̳̭͈ ̣͓̙̼̜I͍̪ͅ ̰͘fe̢͔̤̬̫e̳̗̗̖̖ͅͅl̬ ̡͎s̨̥̤̝͖̘̘̥o̵͉̜͓̻͕̗̖ ̝͎͚́ẁ͇̺̣̗̣á̻̫̯̱̩r̛̼̗̮͉͔̮͎m̯̱̞͓̫̗̦?̀"That first one sounds like an accident than any rea—""I'm not finished yet." You sigh. "There was an old man that used to look out for me. I mean, he dislocated my arms the first time we met, but that's because I was trying to kill him. Anyway, he taught me how to fight, schooled me in things I didn't really understand, and he was there for me whenever I needed him even though I really didn't. The crazy old neighborhood Cuban lady was the same way except I never tried to kill her... I just didn't mean to.""You regret killing them, don't you?"W͙͕̦̻h̶͍̳̘̫y͈̖̻̟͓̥?͎͎̳̝̣̳͟
>(2/2)Nodding, a heavy weight grows in your chest.They all would've lived if you hadn't been born. So many wouldn't have suffered so meaninglessly just for you to discard the reason as to why they suffered when it was no longer useful to you. Really, your birth an existence was a mistake that should have been rectified a long time ago."Kojo, how did your adopted parents die?""I ran my arm through the old man on reflex after my mutation and... that old crazy bitch starved to death from the heartbreak of having the little boy she doted on turn into a monster.""...It's not your fault."You blink before raising your upper body. "What?""It's not your fault.""No." Shaking your head, you furrow your brow. "It's all my fault. I'm the only one who's responsible here.""You were a child back then, a newborn even, there was nothing you could do.""If it's not mine, then who's is it!?" You grab the man by his collar and pull him close. "If it wasn't mine..." W͔̰̪͡hy?͉ ̀W̢̠͖͍͉̻̜h̠̦̬y͖̘̟͓̭͔?̺͖̪̮͔͕̺ ̫͇̫̠W͍͍h͎̼͙͠y̛̫͖̤̼̰̻? ̛̙̮͔͚̩͍W̠̻̳̮̙̝̼ẖ͍̝̫̬ͅy̠͎̺͉̘͎?̷͇̯̜ ̝̣̙̥͡W̡̭̤h̳̳̜̺̞y̜?̛ "Then wh̯̻̺ͅy̹̙ did they have to die in the first place? W̸̯̼͈hy̷̞ did I have to be the one to do it?"Sean stares into your red-on-black eyes with his green. "I'm afraid there's no answer to your question. There are some things you can't change whether you like it or not. Certain things happen whether for or a reason or for no reason at all: that's just the way it is."Letting go of the man, you fall back on to the couch.You understand, but you can't accept it, not in this circumstance.>[ ] "I hear a voice in my head. It's mine but it's me from when I was a kid...when I died. It's still wondering why too.">[ ] "...Shouldn't you have started by saying things with me telling you the first things that come to my mind?">[ ] "Think we've gone over enough for one day, Mr. Garrison.">[ ] "...Why am I still here?">[ ] "I'm sorry.">[ ] Write In.
Class coming up. Will close voting and update when I get back if there are any votes.
>>4116270>[ ] "I'm sorry."That wasn't very cash money of us but he definitely was expecting something like that to happen. Honestly the snails pace we seem to keep going at does make me feel the same sense if ennui as Kojo. Though like >>4111835 said, we don't have a lot to use our power towards anyway. Let's change that by setting and reiterating our goals.>Kojo knows you app to keep track of where superheroes are operating at any given time (multiple side benefits from this as well)>Killing Vanessa Fisk (I'm hesitant on this as not much time has passed so we'll definitely be suspect, though we do have numerous assassins at our disposal.)>Get as much dirt on Xavier's institute as possible. (Should be easy given all the shit they get into)>Either destroy or subsume Shield and Hydra. (They're going to be knocking on our door soon enough though dealing with them in any way permanently is definitely going to bring all the heat down on us. Maybe try to take out Hydra first with some hero help.)>Track down and deal with Felon. (He knows too much and just slipped away. Can't have that as a precedent.)Feel free to add any others.
>[X] "I'm sorry."That was out of line for you and extremely unbecoming of a person with your wealth and stature. He may now have thoughts of abusing your trust, as all opportunists would. It's possible he knows better than to poke the herculean god who knows his name though, but stupid people do stupid shit all the time. Really, you'd be disappointed if he did stab you in the back or were even thinking of it."I'm sorry."Mr. Garrison sighs. "It couldn't be helped. You are obviously new to this, but you genuinely want to resolve your issues. Unlike a lot of other peoples' issues, yours are something you'll likely never truly resolve unless you somehow talk with the dead spirits of those you've killed or completely give in to vanity.""Honestly despise myself too much to be vain, even though I can be sometimes.""That does sound a lot like something a vain person would say.""Let's not have this conversation lest I end up going for your throat this time.""Okay, would you like to discuss your anger issues now?"You scoff. "Just because I threatened to kill you doesn't mean I have anger issues. There are rage tards like that in this world, though; I'd know on account of having to deal with their bullshit as a child. Not like I get pissed off at people for saying words or calling me pathetic insults.""...Are you sure about that?""Uh-huh, I'm not mad at you right now: just thinking of how I should punish you to make you show respect. I'm an asshole like that, you see.""You are the alpha male and must throw your weight around, I understand.""Do you? Do you really?"Sean nods. "A lot of other men are like that, although they take things far more personally."A small hum purrs in your throat.The man understands his position in this therapeutic relationship even if his attitude is somewhat annoying.>[ ] "I hear a voice in my head. It's mine but it's me from when I was a kid...when I died. It's still wondering why too.">[ ] "Shouldn't you have started by saying things with me telling you the first things that come to my mind?">[ ] "Sex is weird for me. I first fucked a girl when I was twelve, fucked with other guys while I was fucking other girls, and kind of stopped fucking when I realized how much it was controlling me.">[ ] "Think we've gone over enough for one day, Mr. Garrison.">[ ] "...Why am I still here?">[ ] Write In.
>>4117027>Going to be honest here, this is not what I was expecting therapy to be like.
>[X] "Going to be honest here, this is not what I was expecting therapy to be like."You had a lot of different thoughts about how this was all going to go down, but besides almost ripping your therapist's throat out, things have been going surprisingly well. Even though the man turned out to be a mutant, he's wise enough not to try and pull that pheromone shit on your fine ass self. He will have to be spied on so he doesn't divulge any information, however."Going to be honest here, this is not what I was expecting therapy to be like.""Were you expecting it to magically solve all your problems?"Scoffing, you shake your head. "Just more effective than I thought it would be is all.""There are several types of people who come to therapists: people who actually want help, those looking for justification in their self-destructive lifestyles, individuals who chronically promise their loved ones that they really will change this time, and those who have already realized all that is wrong with them but need someone to help them confront it.""I suppose I'm one of the last ones?""You seem to be so. With the way your progressing, you must have had a lot of time to think about this. It's either that or you're not the type to mince words or lie to yourself as often as other people.""Mix of those things, yeah.""Hard to tell if that's self-praise or honesty." Sean laughs. "It could very well be both if your personality is like mine.""From what you've said about love, I think we share some things in common. If they're what I think they are, I may have something to worry about. Do I, Mr. Garrison?" You ask, raising your upper body again."...No, the chances of that died the moment told you me that you could smell the mutant on me.""I hope for your sake you're telling the truth."The man hums but says nothing.He's kind of grown in you in the ten or so minutes you've known him but that could just be the pheromones he emits talking. >[ ] "Sex is also weird for me. I first fucked a girl when I was twelve, fucked with other guys while I was fucking other girls, and kind of stopped fucking when I realized how much it was controlling me.">[ ] "I hear a voice in my head. It's mine but it's me from when I was a kid...when I died. It's still wondering why too.">[ ] "Shouldn't you have started by saying things with me telling you the first things that come to my mind?">[ ] "What exactly are you capable of with those pheremones of yours?">[ ] "Think we've gone over enough for one day, Mr. Garrison.">[ ] "...Why am I still here?">[ ] Write In.
>>4117949>[ ] "Sex is also weird for me. I first fucked a girl when I was twelve, fucked with other guys while I was fucking other girls, and kind of stopped fucking when I realized how much it was controlling me.">[ ] "What exactly are you capable of with those pheremones of yours?"Could be useful in one of our projects. Or just to find a way to fuck with wolverine or something.
Back from my classVoting closed; writing now.
>[X] "Sex is also weird for me. I first fucked a girl when I was twelve, fucked with other guys while I was fucking other girls, and kind of stopped fucking when I realized how much it was controlling me.">[X] "What exactly are you capable of with those pheromones of yours?">(1/2)Considering Alex would try and convince you to have sex with her if you ever were stupid enough to discuss this topic with her, Marcus is weirded out by you enough as is, Ren would listen as best she could before Run would try to beat your ass, Cuda might make you kill him, and Itsuki as well as Jesús along with Laura are all too socially retarded to even comprehend the purpose of sex beyond reproduction, Sean is probably the best and only person you can talk to about this right now. There are others but those possibilities are far too embarrassing to even think about. It would be exactly like the time Abuelita explained how to have sex to your broken young mind: completely fucking insane."Sex is also weird for me. I first fucked a girl when I was twelve, fucked with other guys while I was fucking other girls, and kind of stopped fucking when I realized how much it was controlling me."Mr. Garrison blinks and smirks. "Hypersexuality is a common condition for those with great wealth and power.""Well, this was kind of before that, though I was still one dangerous sonofabitch. The thing is I haven't been capable of having sex since. I feel like a mindless animal every time I think of it.""You just need to take it in moderation, Kojo. Adjust yourself to your new situation, its magnitude, its...girth.""...Really?""I'm sorry!" The therapist clutches his sides. "I couldn't help myself.""Are you a fucking child?" You roll your eyes."No, I just have the humor of one. As I was saying, you need to take things in moderation, especially sex. Have too much, you'll be desensitized and constantly drowning yourself in it. Have too little and you will be distracted in the presence of wo— people in general."
>(2/2)"Oh please, I don't think about fucking everyone I meet... most of them anyway.""...Does that mea—" "Yes, primarily for establishing dominance because you're a filthy fucking mutant and a pretty boy.""Aren't you supposed to be a teenager?""Just because I'm young doesn't mean I can't literally fuck with people older than me, Romeo and Juliet laws be damned. Besides, humans are fully ready for sex by the time we're fourteen or fifteen. My case was so early because I'm pretty sure I have a dozen times over the regular hormones a human being should have.""If that's true, you may actually be secreting strong pheromones that other people can't detect but are manipulated by. That may explain your natural anger to the presence of mine, which you can detect"You blink. "What exactly are you capable of with those pheromones of yours?""Many things but I prefer just swaying people over.""That's a pretty vague answer.""Pheromones have many different uses, it's hard to explain. Rest assured I won't use them to endanger your life, of which I'm sure you'll take mine before I could even manage it."A hum rumbles in your throat.His need to keep his secrets wouldn't keep his head on his shoulders if you were in a far worse mood.>[ ] "I hear a voice in my head. It's mine but it's me from when I was a kid...when I died. It's still wondering why too.">[ ] "Shouldn't you have started by saying things with me telling you the first things that come to my mind?">[ ] "Think we've gone over enough for one day, Mr. Garrison.">[ ] "You don't mind if I take a sample of your DNA, do you?">[ ] "...Why am I still here?">[ ] Write In.
>>4118373>[ ] "Think we've gone over enough for one day, Mr. Garrison. Unless you don't mind me taking a sample of your DNA."
Night class is coming up. Will close voting and update tomorrow morning me times. Any thoughts or questions on your mind to discuss with your QM?
>>4118373>>4118373>>[ ] "Shouldn't you have started by saying things with me telling you the first things that come to my mind?">how much of a crutch is your power in your profession do you feel like you are not a valid therapist sometimes? or that you are only, good at your job due to your power? do you ever stay awake wondering how it would be if you did not have your powers how much of a fraud you would have been how much of a failure you could have been
Rolled 1 (1d2)>[ ] "Think we've gone over enough for one day, Mr. Garrison. Unless you don't mind me taking a sample of your DNA.">>[ ] "Shouldn't you have started by saying things with me telling you the first things that come to my mind?"
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>[X] "Think we've gone over enough for one day, Mr. Garrison. Unless you don't mind me taking a sample of your DNA."Best call it here before it gets anymore awkward. You might have him stay in town to continue your sessions or take one of your lieutenants to him. Although, you don't trust him alone with one of them: those pheromone powers of his are possibly too dangerous. That's most likely the reason as to why he feels the need to tell you the whole truth."Think we've gone over enough for one day, Mr. Garrison. Unless you don't mind me taking a sample of your DNA.""...Afraid while I have had certain experiences of which you can use to your pleasure, I do not really enjoy that kind of activity."A groan churns in your throat. "You don't know when to shut the fuck up, do you?""I normally don't have to: people eat everything I say thanks to the pheromones.""Even your viewers?" "Charisma is one hell of a drug people consistently get high on and addicted to.""Tell me about it." Scoffing, you move up to a sitting position on the couch.Sean rises from his own seat and fixes his collar. "Am I to remain here or go free as I please?"A hum rumbles in your throat.You're nowhere near finished with the numerous issues in your pysche and probably never will be, but holding a man around in servitude for when you might need him is pretty mindless of you: he may grow resentful and bored. Considering his likeness to your personality, he may do some crazy fucking shit. Best to at least make him comfortable here if you're keeping the man.Blinking, you look down at his feet and around the room. "Did you bring any luggage?""I don't need any.""Not even some clean clothes?""People usually give me whatever I need wherever I go; one of the perks of being a celebrity."You raise an eyebrow. "And a mutant?"Mr. Garrison nods.A sigh escapes your lips.The flatscans are right about all of you.>[ ] "Out of curiosity, why the hell did you become a fucking celebrity of all things?">[ ] "I'll pay this room for several months. If you need anything, I can pay for it.">[ ] "By any chances, would you be willing to see other patients besides me?">[ ] "You're free to go. I'll call you when I need you.">[ ] Kill him, he's served his purpose.>[ ] Write In.
>>4120624>Pay for this room for several months, maybe talk to him about putting him on retainer>Ask how he feels about other patients>Schedule out regular sessions, we know enough from the souls we ate that such is a good idea.The road is a long one, and even if not played directly and happening just off screen this stuff would help Kojo, and I can see some of the discussions in this session might begin a shift on Kojo’s view/instinct toward the dispossibility of people.
>>4120624>>4123524This.He's as free as any employee of yours is.
>>4116846Good list.I understand the hesitation on Vanessa Fisk. That's why she needs to be evaporated, disappeared, and made not to exist. Not killed.Kingpin's death was a declaration handled personally and directly.Removing Vanessa from the board needs to be silent, surgical, mysterious, and have nothing to do with Kojo at all.I'm thinking long-term recon to make sure she's not acting against us with standing orders to make her disappear at the first opportunity.Shield and Hydra could be fun projects.And Kojo Knows You is a definite mandate. If Phineas is too busy unraveling the secrets of the cosmos, maybe we can get legitimate tech boys on it.
>[X] "I'll pay this room for several months. If you need anything, I can pay for it.">[X] "By any chances, would you be willing to see other patients besides me?"It'd be a real dick move of you to have him fly back after going through the trouble of having him meet you here. You're not the only one in the world with problems and those closest to you need their own assistance in going through them. Really doubt that he can fix all of them, though: some things are just irreparable. They also require the effort of the patient to fix."I'll pay this room for several months. If you need anything, I can pay for it.""While I appreciate your offer, I am more than capable of acquiring items I need on my own."You narrow your eyes. "I will not have you free loading off a bunch of powerless flatscans too stupid to realize they shouldn't do everything a person wants just because they smell good and happen to be famous.""That's awfully noble of you." The man raises an eyebrow. "Why do you care?""Nothing more pathetic in this world exists than taking advantage of the helpless."Mr. Garrison sits back in his chair. "...How are you what I think you are?""By choice, if you're referring to occupation; natural development if you're referring to personality." You rise from the sofa."That is extremely odd."Nodding in agreement, you hum. "By any chances, would you be willing to see other patients besides me?""So long as you're paying me.""Good, I'll see you again soon enough."You exit the room, make your way down the hotel stairs to avoid the awful elevator music that is stalking you, pay Sean's room for the next several months, and make your way out into the fresh air.That's one thing done on your check list, fuck load more to go.>[ ] Call up Marcus, you have things to discuss now that you've kind of realized why you are the way you are.>[ ] Go to your place and look for Alex, she should be somewhere close or back at the warehouse.>[ ] Head to Phineas' again, Laura could use some therapy and more personal conversations.>[ ] Text Pete the picture you took of you and Laura, you forgot he needs confirmation.>[ ] Back to work, things will unfold as the days go along.>[ ] Write In.
>>4124244>[X] Go to your place and look for Alex, she should be somewhere close or back at the warehouse.
Late. Will close voting and update tomorrow whenever I wake upThots, quesitons?
>>4124244>[X] Go to your place and look for Alex, she should be somewhere close or back at the warehouse.She needs some tending to, I think. But then a lot does. Laura chat is coming due too.>[X] Text Pete the picture you took of you and Laura, you forgot he needs confirmationNo reason not to.This requires a suitable jibe. But I can't think of one at the moment and Kojo can't be expected to either.
>[X] Text Pete the picture you took of you and Laura, you forgot he needs confirmation>[X] Go to your place and look for Alex, she should be somewhere close or back at the warehouse.You have some things to talk about with that little identity confused minx. It may lead to something you haven't done in a long time with someone else or it may not, you never know. She's bound to be frustrated from all that sex she hasn't been having since you made your fucked up instinctual claim on her. Would probably do you both some good to work through all that pent up energy with each other.First things first, letting Parker know you are less of a suspicious guy than he thinks you are.A tune hums in your throat as you take out your super genius phone and pull up your text message app.'Yo, Parker, I forgot to show you this picture when I was back at your place. This is Wolverine's gene-baby-clone-daughter-person. As you can see, she is doing fine and is in good care. And no, I did not cheat on my girlfriend by tapping her ass: I'm not that kind of guy. See you whenever. Maybe at the Daily Bugle for an exclusive interview. I take care of my friends and I do need to come back into the public light sooner or later.'Chuckling, you send the text message and slip your phone back into your pocket before falling through a portal back to your place. It doesn't take you long to hop-search around the nearby area for her scent to find a half-naked Alex switching clothes on top of a rooftop. "The fuck are you doing?" You, landing on the black asphalt, ask.The girl jolts at the sound of your voice. "...Uh, putting on clothes I just stole?"Shaking your head, you stroll over to the pants-less young woman. "I could've bought those for you." You flick your eyes over her more pleasing than usual form. "Maybe helped you pick out something I like."A smile makes its way on the minx's face as she stops sliding herself into a new pair of boy's pants. "Oh really, you sure you don't already like how I'm dressed as is?"You hum a long, thoughtful hum. Maybe you do, maybe you don't.>[ ] "Need therapy for you being you? I've got one on call right now.">[ ] "Get dressed, you like the homeless teenager that you are.">[ ] "I've got work to get to. Are you all right?">[ ] Kiss her, why not?>[ ] Write In.
the fanfic prequel thing i did has been updated for those of you who want to see blooming 'psychopath' Kojo