>>The Don shakes your hand, slowly and carefully. His grip is cold, but strong for a human. "I will send one of my men tomorrow night to pick you up. Try not to total their car." He walks out of the church grinning to himself.

>>"I have a bad feeling about this." Father O'Malley says when he's out of the church.

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What will you do, Gabriel?

FUCK YEAR GARGOYLE QUEST!

Before we depart, let's double check on our status: what we have, what we've learned, how our self-repairs are going, etc.

After that, I guess we'll go with him.

You swore to serve don Malone, as a bodyguard or some such thing, and he has promised to leave father O'Malley alone. You know you cannot trust his word, but he seems to be a powerful man. Certainly involved in some sort of crooked dealings.

>>14166452

You have: Two bang sticks; The father's bang stick (Silver bullets), The thug's bang stick (Silver bullets)

You have learned: The meaning of death
The meaning of hate
Mourning the dead
Resourcefulness under pressure
Sympathy

Your stone is a slightly dark gray.

You stand at around 4 feet tall.

Your horns have grown slightly since you last slept.

>>14166540
Any sight back in our eye? I know we crafted another one, but, iirc, it didn't have any vision.

Other than that, let's swoop down to meet the driver.

>>14166577

Your wounds appear to have healed, save your eye. No vision has returned to it. The sound of the horn seems unusually crisp, but it could just be the cool night air.

You glide silently down from the roof. The goon in the car is somewhat unshaven, bulky for a human, and wearing a dark green coat. "In the back, Rocky." He says to you without making eye contact.

You get in the back, the car's frame descending somewhat as you put a foot in. Another man sits in the side seat, his face angular and a slight scar across his nose. He is holding a bang stick, though it is not pointed at you. The driver is an unassuming man clad in black with a shaved head and sunglasses.

The bulky man wearing the green coat throws a bunch of cloth at you. Rummaging through it, you find a large coat, a scarf, a hat, a hooded shirt, a belt, and a pair of the clothes you think are called "shorts" that would cover all of your lower body.

"Put some of those on. We need you to be less conspicuous." The green coated man says, his face calm as he turns back to make eye contact with you. "I'm Renee."

>>14166643
Put the clothes on, I guess.

"My name is Gabriel; I would say it's a pleasure to meet you, but these circumstances make me distrustful, Mr. Renee."

"You serve the Don, yes? What are his plans for me tonight?"

"Am I truly that noticeable? Can I not watch from the shadows?"

Those few pieces of dialogue in no particular order.

You put on the clothing, tearing some holes in the shirt and pants for your specific accommodations.

"My name is Gabriel; I would say it's a pleasure to meet you, but these circumstances make me distrustful, Mr. Renee."

"I'm afraid I can't blame you." He sighs, his hand reaching out and snatching a cigarette from the mouth of the driver as he goes to light it, the window rolling down as he tosses it out the side of the car.

"Hey!" The driver growls, his voice a deep bass.

"Forgive Fredrick, he's trying to quit." Renee says, the same calm expression on his face. "The man sitting to your left with his piece drawn is Godfried. He's not the trusting type either."

"Am I truly that noticeable? Can I not watch from the shadows?"

He laughs over to you. "Well, we need you on the ground with us tonight. Well lit area. I'm not asking you to talk to anyone, they'd see real quick that you're not human." He pauses a bit. "That little tidbit we have to reveal later."

"You serve the Don, yes? What are his plans for me tonight?"

He shrugs. "Collection duty. None of us like it, but we're in similar positions. Of course, you don't need to worry about being exposed, but that's to be expected." You hear a ringing sound, and see him pull out one of the communication devices the father keeps telling younger humans to turn off during mass from his pocket. He looks at the screen with a frown before he sees it. "And you're not going to like the second job."

"The first job's simple. One of the smaller street gangs has been putting off their payments. We need to get their dough. You, my petite friend, are part of our intimidation plan. And if that doesn't work we will need you to fight, which I'm told you are quite capable of doing."

He flips the phone in one of his coat pockets. "The second round for tonight... Is the McGregor place."

"Oh God Renee, Ms. McGregor again?" Fredrick says, a mixture of sadness and frustration in his tone. Godfried makes a "tch" sound.

"'Fraid so. She's two months overdue." Renee pauses. "Don says she doesn't have the money, we just have to scare her into getting it."

"God damn it! Why couldn't she have gotten some family to help or something?" Fredrick rants, beating one of his hands on the wheel of the car angrily.

"Dunno, maybe we should ask her." Renee sighs. "He says we may have to get rough.

"Well leave it to that heartless bastard back there." Fredrick pauses. "Whichever one of you that applies to, probably both."

>>14166944
"Hm..."

We'll sit quiet for now. Let's see what happens for now.

You pull up outside of a large, well lit house in an area that Renee refers to as "the projects". A few spotlights are on the outside of the house. You see at least twenty people moving from the outside to the inside, rhythmic music with heavy drum beats audible from the car.

"Everybody out." Fredrick says, yanking the key out of the car. He looks over his shoulder at you, opening his door. "Listen, new guy. Any of them tries to fuck with you, you fuck with them right back. And if shit goes down, I ain't watching your back."

You get out with the others, treading as lightly as possible on the creaky wooden steps as your group walks up the porch, you in the back. You feel somewhat awkward walking around like this, and several of the people in the house look you over quizzically, whispering to one another. Some of them appear to be performing some kind of explicit human mating ritual involving contact of the lips and tongue, and rubbing each other over with their hands. The place has a bitter smell through the air, coming from the liquid held in red plastic cups almost all of them appear to be holding. The music is much louder on the inside and seems aggressive, with shouting lyrics you have a hard time comprehending.

Your group forces their way through the crowd, most of the humans wearing green and purple jerseys that flow over their upper bodies into sets of baggy pants that are variously colored. They surround you like crowds of mannequins in strange clothing, taking notice of you, but not caring. You find it difficult to keep tabs on your right side, but you hear Fredrick's voice quite clearly as he makes his way up to a darker skinned man in similar attire seated on a couch next to two women who are wearing not much at all.

>>14167183


"Hey there, Dyson. Pretty kickass party." He leans over, pushing one of the women away from him. The other woman looks panicked and walks away quickly. "So, if the Don doesn't have his money from you, then how is this being paid for?"


"Man, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Dyson shouts, standing up.

"Relax." Renee says calmly, standing in between the two.

Several of the men clad in green and purple jerseys move in closer to your group. One of them bumps into you and sloshes his drink, spilling some on your shoulder. "Sorry, shimp, I thought you were a piece of furniture." He says mockingly, grinning down at you. He obviously cannot see through your disguise, and appears to be acting strangely.

Once again, feel free to act on any of this.

"No one needs to get hurt." Renee says, shrugging. "But that's not up to me, Dyson."

"You think you can just walk in here, expecting money?" Dyson shouts, his hand whizzing pat the side of Renee's face as he lifts it up in an extreme reinforcement of his words. "Fuck that shit, man."

"I'm sorry, but you know how the Don disapproves of truant payments." Renee says, looking over at the woman that Fredrick shoved, smirking a bit. "And you're not exactly being quiet about your spending."

The people around you close a bit more, one of them leaning on you. Fredrick grins as the men close in, and a couple of them get shoulder to shoulder with him before he is lost in the mass of bodies. One of the men puts his hand on Godfried's shoulder, and he shrugs them off reflexively, glaring over at them.

"Now, you can pay us what you owe plus $500 and we will be happy to leave." Renee says, looking over his shoulder as he hears Godfried shrug the man off.

"What if I decide I don't want to hand money to no two-bit crew of morons made up of a monkey, a mute, a midget and a putz?" He quips, the gang laughing a bit.

"Couldn't think of an adjective starting with 'm' for me?" Fredrick says from somewhere in the crowd. "C'mon, there are a ton. Maggot..." You hear the sound of a fist connecting with his jaw.

"Don't reach for your gun, Dyson." Renee says suddenly. "The exchange is not in your favor. Besides, what if you miss?"

The crowd is suffocating.

What will you do?

Hiss

You let out a venomous hiss. Despite their apparent bravado, the group quickly gives you some space, fueled by some primal recognition of danger.

"You see, I may be polite, but it's just my nature." Renee says, his hands rising up as he shrugs with most of his body. "I give people the benefit of the doubt. I give them chances to prove that they're not completely devoid of making the good choices needed to keep living a successful and joyous life." He looks over at you, making sure your position isn't compromised. "But I have my limits, and you and your friends are approaching them quickly. The money is all I need. Make any motion that doesn't involve getting that money, and I can assure you a lot of your friends will die in this room."

Renee looks over to you, as if to get you to say or do something.

What will you do?

>>14167396
*Hissssss*

"You assholes don't scare me." Dyson says. You see him going for a bang stick in the back of his pants. Renee moves as he starts to draw the gun, stepping to one side and raising up a forearm, pushing the straight raised bang stick out of the way, one of his legs kicking down into Dyson's knee. He yells out in pain, his bang stick issuing a ferocious rapport as Renee grabs it, turning with his back to Dyson's front with an elbow to the gut, sending a spread of bullets into the crowd. You feel a blade chink off of your neck as the room erupts into violence.

What will you do?

>>14167602
Eat guns, club heads.

Can we make our eyes glow?

>ethics tereske

Good point captcha. Make sure we don't kill anybody, but bruises and cuts are fine.

>>14167656

You spin into the crowd, fragile bodies folding under your forearm, bowling a few over. You let out a snarl, a wary hand dislodging your hat and scarf. Your eyes shine a brilliant red. They scream, most reaching for guns. You see a few grab ahold of Godfried, punching into him. He turns, and the two punch into each other, falling to the ground unconscious. He fires a few rounds of his own, seemingly untouched by the bullets flying throughout the room. One near you pulls out a bang stick and points it at your head. You grasp his hand with your palm, twist the weapon out of his grasp and make it disappear down your gullet before hurling him into several others. One kicks into you, his leg stopping cold against your chest. You scoop up his leg, turning with him and releasing, his body flattening against the ceiling. They start moving for the entrance. A large blur moves along the wall, a great black furred beast with the eyes of a tiger, arms like a gorilla, and wicked curved horns plants its mass directly in the entrance, sending a massive fist into the crowd right across some goon's chin. Those who turn try to fight back against you, and you tear into them shallowly, leaping from one to the next until all of them have been dealt with.

Renee kicks Dyson back into his seat without facing him. He turns, regarding Dyson's bang stick. "13 shots. I fired twelve." He points the gun down at the man's face. "One bullet left. You get to pick where it goes."

"Upstairs. Back past the bathroom, last door on the right." He says, scared and clutching at his leg and side ribs.

"Who's up there?" Renee says, looking back at the stairway on the left wall of the room.

"I don't know man. I think everyone was down here!" Dyson says, obviously scared.

"Thanks." Renee says, pulling the trigger. Dyson screams and clutches his right arm, blood leaking down onto the furniture.

"Well new guy, none of us are impervious to bullets." Renee says, putting the gun in his pocket. "You're at least resistant. First night on the job, you get to check it out."

You cast off the restrictive coat, creeping up the stairway heavily as you find yourself in a dark hallway.

Windows shine in bright light from the outside, dust and gun smoke seeping like boiling steam from the floor. The wallpaper is ancient and peeling, a few doorways populating the hallway. Your eyes gleam crimson in the darkness, and you keep the good one locked on the hall, specifically the last door on the right. You think you hear movement from on down the hallway, but it could be from the recent fight downstairs.

What will you do?

>>14167829
"...*grunt*...you are not as wicked as I thought...perhaps even merciful."

Then, I guess we'll try our best to sneak down into the basement.

Also, can we get a double take at the demon that seemingly emerged out of no-where?

>>14167993

(prior to: >>14167931)

Renee shrugs, his expression calm as it has been throughout the fight. "I am merciful. But I tend to get a bit frustrated when people are bullheaded. And when they try to kill me."

The demonic creature stands around nine feet in height, with a catlike face, twisted horns like that of a ram, and arms that stretch down to the ground, its hind legs clad in a pair of black pants that are taut against its muscular thighs, with two goat-like hooves that are far smaller than its gorilla-like arms.

"What's the matter, Rocky? Don'cha recognize me?" The thing says in a deep bass growl, the words obviously proving difficult for it. It daintily picks up a pair of sunglasses from the ground lying next to a black coat and snaps off the sides, placing them over its nose. "That do anything for ya?" It snarls, though not angrily.

You creep down the hallway, silent as death. You hear panicked breathing as the doorway and you close distance, the buzzing of the lights. You feel a great heat coming off of them. The window next to the door is open out onto the roof where the light is mounted. You hear the breathing like it was nearby chatter.

What do you do?

You burst down the door, hoping for the element of surprise. You feel a bullet zing off of your hide, taking a bit of your skin with it as you turn to the lone, terrified occupant of the room who is holding a smoking stick, slugging him in the gut, then giving him a pat on the head.

Renee comes upstairs and retrieves some money and other goods, looking down. "Good work. Though next time," He says, pointing to the open window on the interior of the room. "May want to exercise a bit more caution.

You return downstairs to see Fredrick again, replacing his jacket over his shirtless chest, his body covered in twisting, winding tattoos. He looks over to you scowling, a pair of sunglasses with no sides to them hanging off of his face. "Took you long enough, twinkle toes. Let's scam."

You head out into the night, a trunk full of illicit valuables.

"Now, on to Ms McGregor." Renee says, brushing some dust off of his jacket.

"Christ, why Ms McGregor?" Fredrick says, a piece of jerky hanging out of his mouth as he drives.

Well, if no one's reading I'm going to stop and try again on Wednesday. No biggie. I'll Archive this and point it back here on Wednesday night.

>>14168532
Just leading you know that I read it. It's just that I haven't had time to post. ;_;

>>14168544

Alright, well I'm going to start up sorcerer quest anyway. I'll keep posting on this as well.

>>14168584
Exuberance!

Let's see what happens with Ms. McGregor; unless by keep posting on this you mean at a later date.

>>14168532
I'm reading this.

I like the alien consciousness vibe you've been creating with these threads, but responding in kind is a bit difficult.

>>14168605

"Surprised you don't have questions, Stony." Fredrick says, the food disappearing down his hasty gullet. "I mean, obviously you know about supernatural stuff, but I figured you'd be a bit more surprised. Curious even."

"You don't need to wear that stuff for Ms McGregor if you don't want to. You'll need to be an outside man for this one." Renee says, tossing the clothing from inside the house that was torn off of you or that you removed in the back, including a destroyed black T-shirt. "We won't mind, no need to be modest."

"I always feel like shit after jobs like this." Fredrick says. "You wanna hit the bar after we drop off Gabe at the boss'?"

"No thanks, you know I never drink." Renee responds, putting his hands behind his head and leaning back a bit in his seat, taking advantage of the room that you don't take up in the back seat.

>>14168584
I own the other gargoyles in that set.

Awesome bookends

>>14168675
Reminded me about what the hell actually happened.

Yeah, I guess we have questions, but I think it'd be more along the lines of...

"You take the form a strange form. Though you now appear human, your form was not so different than mine is now, bar flesh."

"You took a strange form. Though you now appear human, your form was not so different than mine is now, bar flesh."

"Yeah, none too pleasant, but it gets the job done." Fredrick says. "Have the old master to thank for that. Not as agile as you, short stuff, nor as durable, but stronger, maybe?" He muses, shaking his head. "Long story short, transmuters are a bitch to mess with, and trying to steal their secrets will get you turned into me and enslaved for a few years. Till the master forgot to pay his dues to the country club." He rolls down a sleeve of the jacket, a nest of black lines hiding a circle with a star in the center, and a strange symbol. "Of course, being able to turn to a human thanks to the Don comes with a price. I serve him, but hey, at least I'm not stuck in a basement. And my mitts got small enough that I can drive again." He pulls off to a gas station, and turns back to you, smiling a toothy grin. "I'm as much of a monster as you can be, little buddy. Just not all the time." He exits the car and sticks a tube into its side after stuffing money into the machine.

"In my case," Renee says, quietly. "I'm a bit of an indirect discovery. Humans have these things called electrical impulses that fire their muscles, nerves. Well, I was born being able to feel them, got better as I got older. Turns out my father was some kind of heavy martial artist, that's where I think I got it from. Anyway, I can tell all sorts of things. Where people are moving, how they're moving. I'm no mind reader, not like the Don." He puts his feet up on the dashboard. "I can tell if someone's concentrating though. Muscles in the face and neck go taut. Anyway, I used to make a living gambling. I cheated a bunch of folks out of their money just because I could tell when they were anxious. One day, I tried playing at the wrong den here. Don has me working off the debt from there and a few other places. They all know not to let me play anymore, so I have to do this." He yawns.

"I'm a magician." Godfried speaks, his voice sharp and harsh. "The Don knows that, naturally. He'll tell my enemies if I don't do this."

"Not your stage magic either. The man can manipulate good and bad luck. I couldn't beat him even with my edge." Renee says from the front. "So we get that you're a living statue. Anything else on that?"

>>14168857
"....I have lived for a long time. I've seen men kill each other with old boom sticks, the rise of large smoke-stakes, the growth of great stone buildings, flocks of people inside churches, the phantasmal illuminations of the light scree, and my friends..."

>>14168985

Your sorrow is obvious to the two in the car, who look over to you.

"It's alright, just figured we should get to know each other a bit." Renee says as Fredrick gets back in the car. "Forgive me, but you don't seem so old."

"Aww, I missed something?" Fredrick says, sounding disappointed.

"Don't worry about it." Renee responds coolly.

Your drive passes with idle chatter till you reach an ancient mansion. The walls are coated with creepers like a ropy rug. Rust hangs around the home.

"You're on scare duty." Renee says, stretching a bit as he gets out, pointing to a large window on the west side of the house.

"Christ, why the fuck can't she pay?" Fredrick mutters.

>>14169050
And scare/sentry duty we shall!

"Where should I coop?"

>>14169059

Renee points to the tall window's top, which has a narrow sill. "Can you manage that?" He and the others start towards the door. "If not, I guess you'll have to be scary from the ground."

>>14169072


Climb house to roof, look in from upside down. Better vantage point for sentry also.

(PS, do we still have that hole in our wing? Can we fly with it?)

>>14169145

Your wing has healed over, you shaped your body over the penny-sized hole. Aside from the spot being numb, there are no abnormalities.

You take off, impressing Fredrick, and light on the roof over the window. You close your eyes, vision going dark as you hear the other three enter the house. You open them again, seeing nothing outside save yourself.

You hear conversation, an old woman's voice answering the voice of Renee. You hear the sound of pottery breaking, and several people moving inside.

"-of my house you houligans!"

"Look, Mary, we just need the protection money."

"That was Walt's money for me!"

"Yes, I know, but don Malone has been looking out for you now."

"Looking out for me? What's there to look for? I'm a nobody!"

"That's not true Mary-"

You hear them move into the room below you.

rolled 17 = 17

>>14169218
Alright OP, I'm going to bed.

My last contribution to the thread is just sitting tight and keeping an eye out. Hopefully, Renee keeps a steady head since he appears to know what he's doing.

Rolling a d20 for good measure.

>>14169235

Seconding this for now.

>>14169261
Also going to bed OP.

See you next time!