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    25 KB More Than Human Quest Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)03:48 No.16610191  
    You were minding your own business. You'd just picked up a newspaper and can of Dr. Pepper from a news stand, and were walking down the street, checking out the headlines when you heard it. Others heard it too, naturally. It's kind of hard to miss the sound of a large explosion.

    The ground shook, and windows shattered. Clouds of dust shot out of a nearby alleyway, forced clear from the epicenter on the next street over. You were lifted off the ground by the sheer force of the blast. Hot and gritty, the air tossed you across the street like a doll.

    When you woke, the streets were in chaos. Sirens blared all around. People were running. Someone was kneeling over you, saying something. Your ears were ringing still. ". . . rihgsdhth . . ." It's all muffled nonsense. He grabs your collar with one hand. His other is holding a bandana over his mouth. The air is still thick with the acrid dust, and now, the familiar sight and smell of smoke.

    "You alright?" You hear him say, the pounding in your ears subsiding.

    "I," you mutter, trying to pick yourself up. The stranger helps you get to your feet. You're unsteady still, but manage to stand. "I don't know."

    "We gotta get out of here," he says and begins to run. You do the same.

    A few blocks away and the air is more clear, but the taste never left your mouth. It's metallic and wrong. You lean against a brick wall and cough and spit. It works to a degree, but the taste remains. "Thanks," you sputter out. The man you picked you off the ground is leaning over, his hands on his knees. He says between breaths, "No problem, no problem." He reaches out his hand. "I'm Robby."

    Who are you?

    1d100. Highest roll out of 5 decides. Or if it's too late at night tonight (likely), then after a few minutes we'll just go with the highest.
    >> 1d100 Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)03:52 No.16610214
    A normal pizza delivery guy.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)03:52 No.16610217
    That pic is disquieting.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)03:53 No.16610221

    I am an idiot.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)03:55 No.16610236
    rolled 69 = 69


    If this doesn't work, I'm going to punch myself.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)03:55 No.16610240
    rolled 84 = 84

    You are indeed.
    Also, we are Bob. We're an Assassin, but when asked we are a pizza delivery guy.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)03:56 No.16610243

    No punches for me!
    >> Elliot Lowlight !fSpUT5kcgM 10/13/11(Thu)03:56 No.16610245
    rolled 98 = 98

    Francois, the ex-bassist of a progressive metal band.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)03:57 No.16610249
    rolled 8 = 8

    Damn you, I wanted to be an assassin.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)03:57 No.16610251
    rolled 5 = 5

    a gay baby
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)03:58 No.16610256
    rolled 64 = 64

    a heterosexual baby
    >> Elliot Lowlight !fSpUT5kcgM 10/13/11(Thu)03:58 No.16610257
    rolled 64 = 64


    I normally never have dice luck. It was fate.
    >> dice+1d100 Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)03:58 No.16610267
    Our name is Leopold, and we pay our bills being a full time Living Statue
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)03:59 No.16610273
    rolled 40 = 40


    Try that rollan once more.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)04:05 No.16610315
    rolled 2 = 2

    "Francois," you say. The two of you shake hands, before Robby nods back the way you came. "God damn, look at that."

    You turn around and see a pillar of thick smoke rising through the buildings behind you. Lucky you were on 5th, and not 6th today. Damn lucky. "Fuckin', terrorists, man?"

    "You think?" Robby asks.

    "I don't know. 9/11 all over again." You of course weren't in NYC then, but still. A firetruck blasts its horn and blows by you, narrowly missing a parked car as it rounds a corner.

    "Hey man, I gotta go. Gotta check on my daughter. Good luck." Robby waves to you distractedly and runs off down the street.

    You think about sitting down for a minute to catch your breath, but the air is still pretty bad here. You turn and start walking home. Pizza can wait for another day.

    On your walk home you see everyone on the street staring off at the smoke. A few people ask if you're okay. You assure them that you are and keep on. You're still aching and half deaf, but you ain't in showbiz anymore, and doctors are expensive.

    You get back home and hour later and fall into bed. It's only 11 in the morning, but you're tired as hell.

    >Please roll 1d100. First roll will be used.
    >> Elliot Lowlight !fSpUT5kcgM 10/13/11(Thu)04:08 No.16610332
    rolled 68 = 68


    Rollin for I don't know what
    >> dice+1d100 Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)04:08 No.16610336
    Sleep is for the weak. We were in a metal band, dammit, we won't sleep till Ragnarok comes.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)04:18 No.16610412

    You wake up several times during the day, only for a few minutes at a time. A glass of water, a piece of bread, and then back to sleep. You feel drained. It's to be expected, you assume. Surviving something like that, it can't be easy.

    The phone rings and wakes you up. You can see daylight out of your window. You pick up the phone and hear the sound of your boss, Mr. Santoni, actually an Irishman who calls himself Santoni in order to sell pizza, but who the fuck cares.

    "Well two days in a row kid, guess we know what that means."

    "Ugh," you say. "Give me a break, man. I almost died yesterday. You know, that terrorist attack, or whatever it was."

    "That warehouse thing? The explosion?"

    "I guess." You say and explain what happened.

    "Well uh, well shit. You okay, son? Take a few days off. Rest up."

    You hang up and walk to your bathroom to check yourself in your mirror. Your eyes are a little bit saggy, and your throat's sore, but you feel alright.

    >What do you do?
    >> Elliot Lowlight !fSpUT5kcgM 10/13/11(Thu)04:20 No.16610433
    rolled 67 = 67


    Hot shower, then watch news. Or, if we have a computer, browse the internet for news about what happened.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)04:24 No.16610451
    Eat an actual meal, examine body for any lacerations, burns, or the like.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)04:32 No.16610495
    You strip off your dirt stained and torn clothes from yesterday, tossing them to the floor. In the shower, you sit under the streams of hot water, stretching and relaxing in the heat. You feel a few bruises along the left side of your body. You're definitely a bit battered, and there's a noticeable sting as the water hits a shallow scratch on your cheek. Must have been from when you hit the ground.

    Wrapped in a towel, you put a can a soup and sit down on your computer. Hitting the local news site, the headline reads the newest information on the baseball playoffs. But off to the side, one of the other top stories show an aerial photograph of a burning warehouse. The link reads, "Casualties in NYC Explosion confirmed at 7".

    You open the story and begin to read, gathering your soup midway through and eating as you finish. According to the article, a storage warehouse for a local conglomerate exploded (obviously) in Manhattan, killing 5 workers inside and 2 pedestrians on the street. The cause of the explosion was currently unknown, but a gas leak was suspected. Gas lines in the neighborhood had been shut off until the building was sealed, and according to the city, there was no health danger for people on the streets anymore.

    Well at least it wasn't another terrorist, you think to yourself.

    >What do you do?
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)04:34 No.16610509
    Remember all appointments/dates (i.e. work) that we have missed, and make arrangements to rectify them.

    Other than that, rest up and call in that we can be in for work tomorrow.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)04:37 No.16610529
    rolled 32 = 32



    We just cheated death, we need to feel alive.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)04:40 No.16610542
    rolled 49 = 49

    get to our favorite pub and drink everything we can to celebrate life
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)04:49 No.16610599

    You finish up your soup and lean back on your couch. You aren't feeling too bad after all, and you do need money. Picking up your phone you call Santoni and tell him you'll be back in tomorrow. He tells you he's glad you're doing okay, but not to push yourself. Scheduling yourself to come in at noon, you sit back down and look to your laptop. With a raised eyebrow, you lean in closer, and with nothing else to do, spend the better part of an hour enjoying life as well as a person can when by themselves.

    As the sun begins to get closer to the horizon, you dress in some acceptable clothes, you head down the several flights of stairs and out onto the street, down to the local bar a few blocks away. It used to be a biker bar in the '60s, but those times were long gone, though it still kept up with that aesthetic. You stand at the bar, a smile on your face, and get the attention of Jenny, one of the bartenders. She's an older woman, in her late 30s or early 40s maybe, and doesn't usually work this early. "Hey there, Jen."

    "Well look who it is. What do you want?"

    "A lot." You smile, taking a seat and beginning a slow journey into inebriation. Three hours and several short conversations with those to your side later, the sun has finally set and you're a little bit drunk.

    >What do you do?
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)04:53 No.16610615
    Stumble home, and then timeskip to something interesting.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)04:58 No.16610636
    >I'm working with what I've got. The pow... that non specified roll from earlier didn't leave me with something particularly obvious.

    You drop a few dollars into the tip jar and wish Jen a good night before stumbling off your stool and heading back out. Walking through the door too quickly, you accidentally rush into a man trying to come inside. The door bashes him in the face, sending him back as he stumbles. "What the fuck!?" He yells, clutching his face and staring at you. "Son of a bitch." He pulls his hands away. His nose is crooked and blood is beginning to seep from his nostrils. He looks up from his palms, to your eyes. "Dead meat, motherfucker." His fist begins towards you.

    >What do you do? 1d100, please.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)05:01 No.16610647
    rolled 30 = 30


    Go Drunken Master on him. Show him that we actually fight better when we're a bit drunk.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)05:03 No.16610656
    rolled 52 = 52

    Evade his blow and continue doing so until there's a nice way to get out.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)05:04 No.16610667
    rolled 22 = 22

    You jump into your best Jackie Chan pose, complete with "Ayyyooooooaaaa," sound effect.

    It doesn't do much to stop the fist, which impacts with your face quite well, sending you stumbling back into the wall of the bar's exterior. "Yeah, how fucking kung fu of you, asshole."

    He moves closer, readying to strike again.

    >Action and 1d100 again, please.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)05:05 No.16610669
    rolled 73 = 73

    back up into bar and try to explain it was an accident. dodge /block in necesary
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)05:07 No.16610674
    Realize we're actually in a rope factory. Pick up a ladder and a baby and tell him that because our master just died we want no troubru.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)05:09 No.16610681
    rolled 10 = 10

    Dodge his punch and grab him so he can't hit us
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)05:10 No.16610688
    rolled 32 = 32

    Try and apologize and explain your mistake. Offer to buy him a drink too.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)05:11 No.16610690
    rolled 43 = 43


    Punch em in the face again and kick him in the nads after that.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)05:15 No.16610714

    "Hey man, come on. It was an accident." You try to explain. He punches at you again. You try to move out of the way, but you're half drunk and he's mad. His fist catches you in the stomach. You grimace and raise your own fist, punching out at him.

    You strike against his face, knocking him back. Wait, no. Knocking him down? You look down at him, right beneath your feet, crumpled on the ground in the fetal position. His eyes are rolling to the top of his head, and his body's convulsing.

    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)05:16 No.16610724
    rolled 58 = 58

    "Hey, buddy, you ok?"

    And then give him some light slaps on the cheeks.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)05:20 No.16610747
    You look down at him, surprised. You didn't hit him (pretend this is in italics)that(/fake italics) hard. "Hey," you say, squatting down in front of him. "Hey Buddy. You okay?" Nothing. "Hey." You slap him lightly across his cheek. As your fingers slap against him, his face shakes and shudders again. He chokes on air and his body begins to convulse once more.

    You fall back onto your ass.

    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)05:21 No.16610751
    Realize that we gained superhuman strength.
    Punch him to life.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)05:23 No.16610761
    rolled 8 = 8

    Get the fuck out and call an ambulance or something, don't give to much details. Say bye to jenny, cuz were cool like that.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)05:32 No.16610802
    You get up, backing away against the wall of the bar. Shit man, he's pretty fucked up. You look around. There are a few people on the street, but no one's looking at you. Lucky. You reach into your pocket, ready to pull out your cell phone and call an ambulance when you think better. You jog across the street and find a pay phone near a gas station. You dial 911. "There's uh, some guy on the street. I think he's hurt."

    "Okay, what's your name, sir?" You hang up and back away, hiding in an alleyway. The man doesn't move. A few minutes later you hear a siren and an ambulance arrives. The EMTs look the man over, getting him onto his back and checking his eyes. With their aid, he seems to begin to stir. At least he's alive. The EMTs get him on a board, and lift him into the ambulance. Soon they're gone.

    God damn. You must have hit that guy hard. Wait a minute. That explosion. The dust. You look to your first, and then a dumpster in the alley. You have super streng-

    You punch the metal dumpster, but all that happens is the immediate sensation of pain in your hand. Guess you don't have super strength after all.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)05:34 No.16610810
    >There's some guy on the street
    >EMTs find the location
    Our superpower is planting ideas into peoples head over phones, right?
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)05:35 No.16610816
    <_< >_> <_<

    They uh, traced the number of the pay phone.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)05:38 No.16610834
    rolled 92 = 92


    Go somewhere to eat, or go to another bar you frequent.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)05:38 No.16610836
    So not super strength... maybe something shocking? Electric powers kinda stuff could knock someone out.

    Or maybe vitality stealing like Rogue? But then the guy would have dropped down when he punched us.

    I don't really want to test on people though. Let's get some dog maybe? Something ugly like a chihuhua
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)05:41 No.16610848
    rolled 14 = 14

    Make it a point not to touch anyone.

    Go home, but if there are any trees or shrubs or something, try to handle their leaves.

    At the first available opportunity find a stray animal or something and pet it.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)05:41 No.16610854
    Why do we know that?
    Can we EXTRACT ideas over people we had a phone call with five minutes ago?
    We need to find out our superpower.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)05:43 No.16610866
    We obviously have seizure hands, dude. Just look at the facts.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)05:45 No.16610878
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    412 KB
    >seizure hands
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)05:53 No.16610921
    You. You. You're hungry. You definitely need something to eat right about now. Or fuck it, to drink. You start to head back toward the bar, but stop. Not going back there tonight. You turn around and walk a few blocks to a small Chinese restaurant.

    You're careful not to directly touch anyone, and a few egg rolls and some fried shrimp later, you're walking back to your apartment, a box of leftovers in your hand. When you're close, you see some flowering bushes outside a building's stoop. You don't know what they are, but they're colorful, and alive. You think back to the man you somehow incapacitated, and then to your hand, and then the bush. You take a quick peak. No one is paying attention to you. You reach out, laying your hand on one of the flowers. Your fingers peel away, and you look close. Nothing. The flower is as fine as it was before. Hrmm.

    You walk into your apartment building, and up the flights of stairs. You step onto your floor and see that damn orange cat that belongs to your neighbors. Damn thing always shits in the hallway and meows all through the night. The cat sits, watching you.

    "Here, kitty kitty." You whisper, reaching into your box of Chinese and pulling out a shrimp. You squat down, motioning for the cat to come to you. A few shakes of the shrimp, and the cat comes. You toss the shrimp a few inches in front of you, and the orange shit machine starts to eat. "There we go, good kitty." You reach out slowly, trying not to scare the cat. "Good kitty." You lay your palm on the cat, petting it lightly. Nothing happens. You keep petting it, and think back to what happened. You were drunk, uncoordinated, scared. The man came at you, and.

    The cat mumbles a cry, and its legs fall out from under it. You pull your hand back. The cat is obviously still breathing, but it's breaths are shallow, and otherwise it's not moving.

    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)05:57 No.16610945
    Call a good tailor. Comission a cape.
    We are incapacitation man.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)05:57 No.16610946
    rolled 5 = 5


    Pet it again. Think healthy happy thoughts.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)05:58 No.16610954
    rolled 74 = 74


    Make it better.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)05:59 No.16610965
    You look around the hallway. There's no one here with you. Good. You reach out again, petting the paralyzed feline. You pet it lightly, smiling to yourself, and thinking, no, wishing that it would get well. Imagining it standing back up and mewing. Thinking of a sunny day and memories of your parents. Memories of playing with your band back when you were younger.

    Nothing happens. The cat continues to weakly breath, but it at least hasn't gotten any worse.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)06:04 No.16610991
    rolled 51 = 51


    Think about hate, anger despair,pain, everything bad in the world, and touch it.
    >> 1d100 10/13/11(Thu)06:11 No.16611030
    Back off, we ain't no cat killer, we've got better shit to do.

    Like sleep.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)06:11 No.16611033
    After that, touch ourself (or something yet not influenced by us). First, thinking positively, like when the cat didn't get worse. Then about bad stuff, like when we hurt the guy and the cat.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)06:11 No.16611034
    rolled 33 = 33

    3 am retardation gooooo
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)06:13 No.16611043
    i vote for this, just to see what'll happen when someone walks by and sees a guy and a cat lying insensate in the hallway.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)06:13 No.16611047
    My computer is being extremely slow right now. Sorry for the delay.

    You hold your hand firmly against the cat. You grit your teeth and look right at it. You think of pain. Misery. Sorrow. You think of your father dying slowly of cancer. You feel the anger you felt. The pain. You think about killing this little orange fucker.

    The cat's chest stops moving. Your vision's gone a bit fuzzy for a second, but you rub them and look again. Yeah, the cat's stopped breathing. You nudge it with your fingers. Pushing it onto it's back. Nothing. You pull it's eyelid up. It's eye doesn't respond. Shit. This cat is dead.

    You stand up and back away. Shit. Fuck. You move past it, over to your apartment. You open the door and step inside, stopping to take one more look at the cat. It's still there. It's still dead.

    You enter your apartment and lock the door behind you.

    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)06:15 No.16611060
    Do these.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)06:17 No.16611072

    You touch your face, feeling your stubble. You think of good memories again. And again, nothing happens.

    Steeling your resolve. You grab your face. Wait, no. You think better, moving down to grab your opposite arm. You sit down on the couch, your grip on your arm strong. You set your head against a cushion and think of pain, of being scared, of wanting to stop the man from earlier from hitting you again. You clench your eyes. Nothing. You open one and peak around the room. You're still sitting up straight. You're still grabbing your arm just as tight as before. You try again, trying to give yourself a seizure, or knock yourself unconscious, or whatever it was you did.

    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)06:20 No.16611089
    rolled 55 = 55


    Serves the cat right for scratching your arms open last week. Eat the food and go to sleep
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)06:25 No.16611110
    Good, we won't accidently kill ourself then.
    Finish eating, then pick up the cat and go to the neighbours. Tell them we're sorry about that he/she died (but of course don't admit to doing it).
    That way, they won't suspect us of any foul play ("if he killed her, he would hide her, not bring her to our doorstep and be a sensitive guy about it").

    This is, of course, just an experiment. Do beings that touch stuff that we killed also get seizures? Or at least an uncomfortable feeling (that may be hard to test, I'd feel uncomfortable with my cat dead too)?
    I'm feeling like Death Note here.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)06:26 No.16611119
    Or we could not go tell them that we found their cat dead and didn't go tell them right away, which makes us more suspicious.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)06:28 No.16611127
    I'll give you guys a few minutes to decide what to do.

    And you don't have to roll for anything unless I ask for it. So don't worry about rolling high or low unless it's called for.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)06:36 No.16611155
    rolled 3 = 3

    So... We can only harm with our powers? Damn.
    Bring the cat to the owner. Comfort the owner while touching the owner, while thinking about seducing that person.

    I want to know if we can do other things instead of harming.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)06:38 No.16611165
    Okay what? Not next to our own apartment dude. If we're going to try this hit a bar that's not Jen's Place. then act surprised if they seize up.

    Also they probably will, calling it now.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)06:40 No.16611174
    My computer is just being ridiculously sluggish right now. Bear with me while I reboot it. I'll be back in a few minutes.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)06:42 No.16611180
    >Bear with me.
    Oh, I know. We're a large fuzzy predator and everything we touch is Mauled to death.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)06:43 No.16611182
    rolled 46 = 46


    We could, but if the owner seizures now, we could blame it on being shocked and sad, or something. But if you are not okay with that, we could always go with your plan.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)06:45 No.16611192
    Seduce its 80 years old female owner, right?

    Maybe we're the reverse jesus?
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)06:48 No.16611203
    rolled 18 = 18

    Check if we can turn wine into water.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)06:54 No.16611232
    Alright, well that was a pain and a half to deal with.

    So what's your plan? Go to sleep? See if the cat shocks it's owner? See if you can seduce it's owner? Or some stranger? Or something else?
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)06:55 No.16611236
    I think we should take the cat to the owner and say we found it like that.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)06:56 No.16611240
    rolled 94 = 94

    Seduce the owner after returning cat.
    If/when that fails, try anything other than seizuring the owner.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)06:57 No.16611246
    Take the cat to a vet, and ind out how it died.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)06:58 No.16611247
    rolled 14 = 14


    I vote seduction.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)07:03 No.16611270
    rolled 4 = 4


    If we find out how the cat died, the we will know exactly what we can do.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)07:06 No.16611283

    You set the leftover Chinese on your counter. You are hungry now, but that's what you get when you eat Chinese. You take out a fork and are about to get at it when you think back to the cat. You shouldn't just leave it there. With a sigh, you set the food down and head out into the hallway.

    The cat is still there, and you reach down, picking it's lifeless body into your arms, and kicking the shrimp you'd given it down the hall. Poor thing. You feel a little bad about doing what you did. It was annoying, but hell, you didn't really think it'd die. This is all, what is this? Why the fuck are you able to do this all of a sudden?

    The thoughts escape you when you knock on the apartment door. A few seconds later it opens, and the cat's owner is there. She's a young girl, in her early twenties and just out of art school, probably. She's got curly little brown hair, and thick glasses. She looks to you questioningly, and then down to her cat in your arms. "Nooo," she moans, covering her mouth with her hands. She looks back to you, "What happened? What'd you do?"

    "Uh, nothing. I just came home and found him lying in the hallway like this." She reaches out and you hand the cat to her. "He wasn't breathing."

    She holds it tightly against her breasts, pressing her cheek down against it's head. A few tears form and roll away. You reach out, touching her shoulder lightly. She looks up at you. You think of seducing her. Of her melting into your arms, thanking you profusely for bringing her your cat, of her inviting you in. "Are you okay?" you ask. She looks to you and shrugs. "Do you," you pat her shoulder, imagining her dropping the cat and jumping you like a rabid koala, "need anything?"

    She looks down at the cat and pets it's fur. "No," she says, shaking her head. "No."
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)07:07 No.16611289
    "Do you wanna take it to the vet?"

    She looks up at you, her face indecipherable. "He's dead!"

    "Yeah, but you know, for closure? To see how he died?"

    She looks at you.

    >Roll 1d100, please.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)07:09 No.16611299
    rolled 86 = 86

    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)07:09 No.16611300
    rolled 21 = 21

    I still feel like seducing her.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)07:11 No.16611308
    rolled 33 = 33

    Try getting her to agree with us on vet thing. Touch her gently and think about it.
    Then we'll work on seduction, or kill her if it fails.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)07:11 No.16611312
    Can we not jump straight onto the serial killer train just yet? Please?
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)07:13 No.16611322
    Yeah, at least wait until our first super fight.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)07:15 No.16611331
    rolled 5 = 5

    rollan for not serial killan
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)07:15 No.16611337
    rolled 19 = 19

    Oh good lord don't make us be a serial killer because of /tg/ dice.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)07:16 No.16611346
    /TG/ DICE!
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)07:16 No.16611347
    That roll was for going to the vet. Just to clarify.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)07:17 No.16611350
    rolled 81 = 81

    The dice demand serial killing!
    or seducing/ taking her to the vet. One of those.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)07:21 No.16611374
    rolled 46 = 46


    Id rather start a sect, but just get the cat to the vet
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)07:22 No.16611377
    I say we take the cat to the vet.

    And if we seduce do so slowly.


    We don't want people having symptoms of our powers near where we live. Ideally we should see if they can do that on some cheap floozy in another town.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)07:23 No.16611388
    rolled 99 = 99

    Rollan for maculate conception.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)07:23 No.16611389
    She looks down at her cat, petting it a few times more. You're about to leave when she silently nods, disappearing into her apartment for a minute before returning with her coat, her cat in a small carrier. "Thanks," she says, locking her door and heading towards the stairs. You close your door and follow after her, catching up.

    "I'm Francois, by the way," you introduce yourself.

    "Amy," she says, not particularly talkative.

    You walk beside her down the darkened street. It's pretty late out, but Amy says she hasn't got very much money, so she goes to a cheap 24 hour vet a mile or so away. One the way, you try to comfort her again, imagining once more her warming up to you, but your attempts are in vain.

    When you get to the vet, the two of you wait in a small room with other owners. A large man has a snake coiled around his neck that he's petting lovingly. A woman has a large parrot on her arm. A little kid as a bowl with a goldfish. It's just like any cliched veterinarians office you'd see in a show or movie.

    After waiting, you're called into the back, and Amy pulls her cat, Jinxy, out of the crate. The vet, a skinny man with greasy hair and a thick mustache, takes one look at the cat and then Amy. "Cat's dead," he says.

    Amy begins to cry. You speak up, "Uh, yeah. We know. I uh, found it in our hallway. We were wondering if you could tell how it died."

    The man looks at the two of you. "You wan' me to do a autopsy on a cat? Well alright. You still gotta pay though."

    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)07:24 No.16611399
    The man takes the cat out onto a small table and begins to inspect it. Amy begins to cry harder, and you tell her she should wait outside, and you'll tell her when it's done. She nods and walks back into the waiting room. The Vet looks into the cat's eyes and mouth, inspecting it's body wherever it can. "I don't see any signs of trauma." Reaching into a box for a scalpel, he looks at you. "You sure about this. I mean, it's a cat."

    "Just do it." You say. He does.

    After a half hour, he shrugs at you, pulling off his pair of gloves and tossing them into the bin. "I dunno whadda say to ya. Cat died man. Organs look fine. Nothing in the throat. Some food in the stomach, but nothing poisonous. It was just an old cat, ya know?"

    "Nothing else?"

    "I dunno. Unless a cat can have a heart attack or stroke or somethin', I can't tell ya nothin' else."

    You think about this for a minute, and nod your head. "Alright, thanks," you say, heading back out into the waiting room.

    The Vet calls after you. "You gotta pick up this cat, man." Amy is sitting in a chair, having fallen asleep.

    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)07:25 No.16611405
    >After waiting, you're called into the back, and Amy pulls her cat, Jinxy, out of the crate. The vet, a skinny man with greasy hair and a thick mustache, takes one look at the cat and then Amy. "Cat's dead," he says.

    Oh, I like this guy.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)07:27 No.16611422
    Have the vet stitch it up first. Not perfectly, but we don't its organs to spill everywhere when Amy says goodbye, or something.
    Then wake her and ask her if she wants to bury Jinxy.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)07:27 No.16611423
    rolled 23 = 23

    Thank the vet, get together with that girl for a traditional shoebox ceremony to burry the cat in the park
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)07:34 No.16611485
    rolled 34 = 34


    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)07:35 No.16611495
    You turn back to the Vet, "Could you, uh, sew it back up. She's taking it pretty hard," you point your thumb back towards your neighbor.

    "You sure? I gotta crate fulla dead gerbils back here I could toss it in."

    "Come on man, what the fuck is that?"

    "Alright, alright. I'll sew it up for ya'. Mr. Fancy here, sheesh." He disappears into the room.

    You walk over to Amy, waking her in the chair. She looks up at you, surprised. "Oh, uh,"

    "Francois," you tell her.

    "Francois. Is it done?"

    "Yeah. Doc said it was just old age. You know, regular stuff."

    "He was only three." She frowns.

    "Maybe he was sick, you know? Cancer or something?" She says nothing, looking down into her hands, crossed on top of her lap. You sit down in the seat next to her, "He's just getting him ready for us to take. Shouldn't be long."

    "Thanks," she says softly. In a few minutes, the Vet comes with Jinxy in his crate. Amy thanks him, writing a check at the counter, and walking out of the office. You follow.

    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)07:38 No.16611512
    The two of you walk in silence. Well Amy walks, you follow. After a while you pass the gates into Central Park. It's pretty late by now, and there aren't many people here. Amy walks along a pathway for a while, until she gets to a small grove of trees, where she steps away into the grass.

    Behind a bush, she sits down, looking at the crate in the darkness. She opens the latch and reaches in, petting the body for a last time. With her hand, she starts digging into the soft earth.

    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)07:42 No.16611538
    Help her, bury the cat. Offer to take her to a petshop tomorrow (or later, if she wants to at all) to get a new pet.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)07:45 No.16611549
    rolled 31 = 31


    Seconded, again. Walk her home.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)07:46 No.16611554
    Thirded, just dont hold her hands or anything like that. Dont want her to die just yet
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)07:47 No.16611560
    >Offer to take her to a petshop tomorrow to get a new pet.
    How fucking insensitive can you be? Don't do this.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)07:49 No.16611566
    You dig in alongside her, pulling away mounds of dirt. Soon she picks up a stick and starts to dig with it. After a bit of work, there's a small hole there. You want to dig deeper, but Amy says it's fine. She reaches into the crate, pulling her cat out, and nuzzling against it one last time before setting it into the hole and covering the body with dirt.

    When she's done she sits there, staring at it. You stand up, looking around. "Come on, Amy. We should go."

    "Yeah," she says passively. She picks up the empty crate and the two of you walk back to the pathway, following it back the way you came.

    Coming around a bend in the pathway, you see a shadow against a tree, just out of a lampost's light.

    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)07:50 No.16611576
    Get in front of Amy. If that guy tries anything funny, punch him anywhere. He's bound to cramp on the floor. Amy will just believe we're pretty strong. If he doesn't try anything funny, that's cool.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)07:51 No.16611582
    So long as if we Super him he doesn't die, and we call the police immediately.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)07:52 No.16611590
    >Rolled a 68
    >Apparently has seizure hands

    This looked a bit familiar. Checked out my Heroes Unlimited. What's 68 on the random power list? Disruptive Touch.

    Nice taste, OP.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)07:55 No.16611623
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    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)07:56 No.16611630
    rolled 53 = 53


    You move in front of Amy, walking ahead of her by a few feet as the two of you continue down the path, yourself focused on the shadow in the distance.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)07:58 No.16611645
    Well, if he's not gonna start any trouble we'll just walk past him.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)08:01 No.16611664
    As you get closer, the shadow begins to move, and a figure emerges from the darkness. A man dressed in dark clothes, a knit hat on his head and over his ears, a baseball cap on top of it, and sunglasses over his eyes. "Ey' boy, ey. You and yer gurlfrend shudn't be out this late, ya naw?"

    "Leave us alone," you say, stopping in front of Amy.

    The man moves closer to you, his hands in his pockets. "You gotta be careful, ya naw. Bad folk out at night." He smiles. His feet make heavy thuds against the stone. Ten feet away from you. "Dangerous folk." You can see his teeth clearly now, white. Bright white. But crooked as hell. He keeps his hands in his pockets. "Give me your money, muthafucka, or you and her are dead. I'll cut your fuckin' cracka heads off. Don't be fuckin' stupid!"

    >Action? And 1d100.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)08:04 No.16611687
    rolled 70 = 70

    be fuckin' stupid
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)08:04 No.16611688
    rolled 98 = 98


    Take your money out of your pocket hand it to him, put other hand on shoulder and seizure the fuck out of him, continue until he is dead.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)08:08 No.16611717
    You raise your hands just in front of your chest. "Okay man, okay. Be cool." You reach into your jeans, pulling out your wallet and the few dollars it holds.

    "Hand it ovah," the man demands.

    You hold it out in one hand, taking a few short steps towards him. The man smiles his crooked smile, walking up and reaching out with his left hand. It's empty. He's close now. You want to hurt him. Badly.

    You reach out with your own left hand. It too is empty. But for you, it doesn't matter. At least you hope not. You grab him around the neck, pressing tightly. The man resists for a moment. You want him to go down. You can't see his eyes, but his teeth chatter for a moment, then his legs give out from under him. He falls to the ground.

    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)08:10 No.16611726
    rolled 1 = 1

    Shocked expression, suggest calling an ambulance.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)08:11 No.16611732
    That's it, I'm done rolling forever.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)08:12 No.16611739
    Just act like a person who just was mugged by a guy who suddenly had a heartattack... yes be natural and make Amy call the 911. Make sure that the guy dies ... otherwise this gig is up !
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)08:12 No.16611740
    >vulcan pinch
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)08:13 No.16611742
    rolled 71 = 71

    Before he completely crumples to the ground, bluff a martial arts move/hold that'd logically produce the same results.

    If that's unfeasible, try to use body to block Amy's line of sight to what exactly we're doing.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)08:13 No.16611748
    rolled 75 = 75


    Smile. Murmur asshole. Check him for valuables and call an ambulance, use a pay phone again, dont tell your name.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)08:16 No.16611760
    This isn't a difficult situation here, so rolling doesn't matter for now.

    Just come to a decision on what to do.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)08:20 No.16611786
    I, for one, don't plan on freaking out the next-door girl that just buried her three-year old cat which died of inexplicable causes.

    Finding a way to make sure Amy doesn't make the connection between two supernatural deaths is my top priority.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)08:22 No.16611790
    Who said he's dead?
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)08:23 No.16611794
    rolled 38 = 38

    If she blames us blame her
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)08:25 No.16611808
    I want to read this when I come home from work.
    Someone archive this.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)08:33 No.16611842
    You let out a faux martial arts yelp as you make like you're karate chopping this busta's neck bone. You're holding him by the neck, his body limp. You let go and he falls to the ground. You keel down close to him. Real close. He's still breathing. You look at Amy. Her mouth's agape and she's quite obviously, and reasonably shocked at what she just saw. But she says nothing. "Amy, you gotta run. Find a phone."

    She nods blankly, and starts slowly down the pathway, her eyes not leaving you and the mugger. Not until she's out of the lamp's light does she turn away and begin to run in earnest.

    You look down at the mugger. Reaching into his jacket, you find a folding knife. Motherfucker. You put it in your pocket, along with your own wallet, and then decide to check what else he has. After a quick search, you find a small baggy with several crack rocks, and thirty five dollars. Amy is long gone by now.

    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)08:34 No.16611847
    rolled 25 = 25

    I suggest we avoid too much attention from the girl. Just make up something and walk away. the guy doesn't need an ambulance
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)08:35 No.16611850
    Swallow the crack rocks in the hope it'll increase your powers!
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)08:38 No.16611862
    Think of the possibilities. We could be the crack head whose power becomes stronger the better his addiction is fed.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)08:43 No.16611884
    rolled 26 = 26


    Get the fuck out.

    Just wait for Amy.
    Pocket the knife and cash, put the drugs in his mouth.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)08:44 No.16611892
    rolled 61 = 61


    With his, i mean the mugger
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)08:47 No.16611908
    Quit your whining mister lethal weapon.
    I bet you helped kill that cat too.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)08:47 No.16611910
    Oh you guyssssss, ssssstop being so ssssssilly

    You slip the bills into your wallet, and open the baggy pouring the rocks into the man's mouth and stuffing the empty bag back into his pocket.

    Getting up, you take off down the path, trying to catch up with Amy. It doesn't take long. She's shorter than you and wearing some dinky little shoes. When she sees you she waves her arms back and forth. She's shaking, obviously scared. "I couldn't find a phone!"

    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)08:52 No.16611940
    rolled 36 = 36

    Aww... why she crying about a crackhead? Just tell her its OK and get home already
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)08:53 No.16611948
    Wait we're idiots. Do we have a cell phone?

    Does she?
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)08:53 No.16611949
    rolled 100 = 100


    Ponder the mans situation, he's gargling crack rocks and tried to mug you. Suggest to Amy that perhaps you should leave, you didn't break any bones after all.

    Rolling for suggestion
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)08:53 No.16611951
    rolled 98 = 98


    Ask Amy if we should call an ambulance or leave him. According to her answer act on it ASAP.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 10/13/11(Thu)09:02 No.16612033
    You do have a cell phone. She doesn't.

    You shake your head. "Fuck it. Let's get out of here." You grab her hand and she squeezes back. The two of you run down the pathway, heading closer to the streets. Before long you're there, but you keep running until you're both out of breath, stopping at a bus stop to breath.

    "Are, are you okay?" She asks.

    "Yeah," you say, breathing deeply.

    "That guy, I thought he was going to kill you." You just shrug and look away. "Did you kill him?"

    You shake your head. "No, he was breathing. I just knocked him out or something. I don't know." You reach out for her hand again and she follows. Neither of you speak during the walk home. And when you get to the building, you walk her to her apartment. "Goodnight," you say. She smiles awkwardly, and shuts her door. You walk back to your apartment and sit down on your couch. You check your clock and see it's 3 in the morning. You've still got work at 12.

    Shit. This has been a fucked up couple of days.

    >That's it for tonight.
    >Hope you guys liked it.
    >Next thread probably tomorrow, sometime in the afternoon rather than the middle of the night.
    >Peace and chicken grease.
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)09:16 No.16612141
    Anyone here that can archive this?
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)09:16 No.16612143
    Just did
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)09:24 No.16612221
    Do you guys think we're gonna sea lot of other super power people coming up?
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)09:53 No.16612404
    OP is a fucking cat hater. fuck this shit
    >> Anonymous 10/13/11(Thu)10:59 No.16612805
    definitely that one guy who woke you up, he's going to show up again. what im wondering is if OP goes the friend or foe route with him.

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