". . . fire fighters are still working to put out the flames. There's no word from the fire marshal on what caused the fires, but at this point, it seems as if the entirety of several city block will be a complete loss." The anchor looks off screen for a moment before a hand of an unseen man hands him a piece of paper. The anchor reads silently for a moment, then looks back at the camera. "We have more reports coming in right now. According to eyewitnesses, a man dressed in a business suit on the subway complained of chest pains before . . ." he looks off screen once again, his eyes wide, asking some unseen man, "Seriously?" before looking back and continuing. "The man complained of chest pains to the people around him, before, and I'm quoting from the witness statements here, the man began groaning, until he," he chokes on the words for a second. "dissolved, leaving a puddle of water where he stood." He shakes his head slowly. "This is just another in a long line of unusual, and, quite honestly, impossible reports coming in today." The anchor, who you recall is usually quite reserved and professional, drops the paper on the desk and looks past the camera. "Come on Jeff, really. What the hell is thi-" The signal cuts away to the station's logo and silence.

>Action?

>>16724346
...well, time for work! I'm sure the government will handle this. Hop in the shower, get a pop-tart, and show-up early; hopefully, our boss will appreciate it.

Also, find a gun; we may need it.

>>16724360
Well, that's pretty odd, to say the least. You get off the couch, leaving it to be whatever it is, and get ready for the day. You can feel the tensions of yesterday melting away under the streams of hot water, and it feels quite nice. Once you're dry, you dress quickly, feeling a lump in your pocket and finding the folding knife you took off of the mugger. Forgot it was there. Could be useful.

You stuff yourself with your cheap (a necessity when you're this poor) breakfast, and head out. It's not even 11 yet. You should be able to get to work a bit early, hopefully.

Once you step out onto the street, you realize the seriousness of the situation. You could hear a few sirens as you were getting ready, but out here it's entirely different. Two cop cars breeze down the street in front of you, turning around a corner a few hundred feet ahead. You can hear the sound of others in the distance, deeper into the city. Other cars too, seem to be going a bit faster than normal, where the road isn't gridlocked that is.

You shake your head at it all, and hurry down towards the subway. The nearest station is a few blocks away, and you get there quickly, but when you do, you see a mass of people outside the stairs, looking down, talking to each other excitedly, their voices chattering. They all say variations of the same thing, "Oh my god," or "Can you believe it," "What the fuck is it?" "Holy shit!" or "Someone call the fucking cops!" You ask someone what's going on, and they look at you with a puzzled face. "I have no fucking clue, man." From down the stairs, you hear a loud scream, followed by a small rumbling noise and a loud, anguished moan.

>Action?

>>16724434
Try to get a good peek, but stay with the crowd. Also, ask around.

"Why's no one moving?"

Also OP, what's your preferred manner of dice-rolling? I remember it being something other than a d20, IIRC.

>>16724434
Ask what's going on obviously, maybe another weird death.

>>16724454
OP preferred d100s.

Also I vote we just move onto our job.

Yeah, I like to use 100s, but only when they're called for.

>>16724454
>>16724459
You slide your way through the crowd, getting closer to the entrance. A few people are on their phones, but you ignore what they're saying, trying to get a look at what's going on. You get pretty close to the stairs, but when you look down, you can't see shit except for the same dim lighting that there always is, and the base of the stairs.

You ask the person next to you just what the fuck is actually going on. He's an older Jewish man with a big nose and some thick glasses, a knit cap over his curly white hairs. He looks scared. "I can't believe it, it's like a movie, you know."

"What?" You ask.

He shakes his head, he looks like he's a few inches from a heart attack. "It's the damndest thing," he says. "I was waiting for the train, and this guy down the platform falls down, right on the ground, and starts screaming. Then," he shakes his head. "I can't believe, but he started, I don't know, changing." You're about to ask him 'into what?' when there's another shriek from down in the subway, and the crowd goes silent. In a moment, a young woman appears at the bottom of the stairs and starts trying to run up. She looks terrified.

"Someone's coming!" One of the crowd says.

>Action?

>>16724513
We're an average due right?

Ready your phone camera.

>thisisgonnabegud.jpeg

>>16724513
Pay attention.

Ready action: be a goddamned hero.

rolled 2 = 2

>>16724523
>>16724537
You reach into your pocket, forgoing the knife, and pulling out your phone. You lift it up, your finger on the button as the woman continues to climb.

>>16724558
And then you see it. Coming out of the shadows, you see the figure of . . . something. It looks like, you're not sure what, other than big, black, and hairy. It stoops down on the base of the stairs, sitting on all fours, pressing its face down into the ground and loudly sniffing, before looking up at the crowd. It's eyes shine in the light, reflecting a pale yellow.

The crowd screams in unison, the people at the front, around you, turning and yelling, pushing against the people behind them. The woman looks over her shoulder, back at the beast, and trips over the steps, falling a quarter of the way from the top.

The creature begins up after her.

>Action?

>>16724558

>>16724578
Forgot my hat.

>>16724578
Run the fuck away! That shit is scary.

rolled 1 = 1

>>16724578
Walk towards them, slowly, like on BBC Nature.

It might not be dangerous, but if it attacks her we should be close.

Also, what is our educational background? I'm betting for philosophic history.

>>16724578
Protect the girl! Throw our phone at the beast! That'll show it who's boss around these parts!

Also, should that work, be prepared to run.

>>16724597
>>16724598
>>16724615
You graduated high school and played bass for a few years. Now you deliver pizza. That's the extent of your education. Streets bro. Streets.

So do you guys want to throw your phone, run away, or something else?

>>16724624
Run the fuck away, this isnt a movie. Being a hero will get you killed without knowing what the hell you are up against. Run the fuck away to the street level and observe the metro exit from a distance to see if any creatures come to the surface.

>>16724646
Any objections?

>>16724624
We can't just leave her there...well, we can, but we've been fairly brave recently, considering all that's happened.

I only say throw the phone because it's the only thing we really have on us. I'd prefer to throw something else, like a random purse or something, but throw the phone if there's nothing else.

>>16724674
We could also throw some old people down the stairs if there are some in the crowd, chances are the city is going to the shitter anyhow and the law wont get to you.

>>16724688
Let's not travel down that road.

Okay, throwing your phone it is.

You look in shocked horror as the beast draws nearer to the girl, as she feebly tries to stand and run the rest of the way up the stairs. "Shit," you say. "Eat this, you hairy dick!" You yell, tossing your phone at the monster like a plastic fastball. Surprisingly, you manage to hit it. And somewhat predictably, it seems to have no effect other than momentarily surprising it before falling away and clattering down the stairs. The creature continues towards the woman, having almost caught up to her.

>Action?

rolled 83 = 83

>>16724707

>>16724598
Now this?

>>16724707
...anyone want to go balls off the walls hero mode and try to give it a nice, long seizure? Personally, I'm all for having Fracois go full hero as your average pizza deliverer, but I'm ok with a more neutral "save our own skin" approach.

rolled 94 = 94

>>16724707
Attepmt to use magic voodoo powers on monster!

>>16724707
Leap down the stairs, removing our shirt as we fly through the air. Upon landing on the creature, ram the shirt down over it's head and pull back on it at the bottom, blinding and strangling it.

>>16724707
Dont be a hero and get the fuck away! Also get pissed and make some people have heartattacks or something

Well, that girls about to get her shit pushed in by a god damn werewolf. If you didn't know that you could shut people down with a touch of your hand, you'd have been a bit more surprised at the current situation. But obviously, shit isn't so simple anymore.

You head down the stairs, taking two or three at a time, getting closer to the woman. It's fast, and before you know it, you're next to her, and almost in front of the werewolf. You hold out your hands, ready to pounce, or at least press against it, your thoughts focusing on it going to sleep, or having a seizure, or whatever it is you can do.

The creature reaches you, and you attack.

>1d100, please.

>>16724760

rolled 42 = 42

>>16724760
in during shit awful rolling

rolled 28 = 28

>>16724760
"Excelsior!"

rolled 32 = 32

>>16724760
>>fioachi ENGAGE,

>>16724760

rolled 17 = 17

>>16724778
Captcha ate my roll.

rolled 8 = 8

>>16724760
FaLcOn PuNcH!

>>16724769
>42

You try to reach out and touch someone, but god damn, that werewolf is big, and it's strong, and it's coming pretty fast. The beast slams into you, your hands barely sliding across it. It seems to feel some sort of shock, but whatever it was, it wasn't enough.

The werewolf barrels past you like nothing, knocking you back against the wall of the stairwell and leaping onto the back of the woman. She screams out as its powerful jaws and claws begin to tear into her back, only several feet away from you.

>Action?

rolled 71 = 71

>>16724789
attempt to shut them both down to save her getting eaten

rolled 65 = 65

>>16724789
Fucking shit it did not just ignore us! Press on its back and think of how Jesse McFarthon from the fourth grade strangled that puppy; yes, we were pissed, and we're still pissed about that.

>>16724789
Approach it from behind while removing pants.

rolled 98 = 98

>>16724789
Try to grab it from behind, see if we can touch it's spine. That should do some damage.

rolled 55 = 55

>>16724789

Grapple that bitch ass werewolf off and put a shock to his system.

>>16724813
IT'S STATIC SHOCK!

>>16724808
>>16724809
>>16724811
>>16724812
>>16724813
>Attack. 71

Your breath was knocked out of you, bringing back memories of how you felt getting blasted by the explosion days earlier. You struggle to pick yourself up more quickly this time, staggering to your feet on the uneven steps, grabbing the handrail.

You hear the sounds of ripping and tearing as the woman is torn apart from behind, spurts of red flying up, shooting from her back and out of the monster's jaws. Then there's a sickening crunch. You feel sick, light headed. But you know what, fuck it. This can not stand. You leap onto the back of the monster, grabbing onto it's thick hair and imagining you were some kind of god damned cowboy in the wild west. It responds in kind, trying to shake you loose. It likely would with ease, if you hadn't pumped its spine full of whatthefuck ever, causing it's entire body to convulse and shake, a mournful howl escaping it's jagged mouth. You can't see them, but its eyes roll to the back of its head, which in turn falls flatly to the staggered ground, unconscious.

You catch your breath and look up at the woman. She's not moving, already unconscious. The yellow floral dress she was wearing is torn to ribbons in the back, stained read, strips of skin mixed with the fabric, sprawled out like some foul flower of flesh and cotton. She's in a bad way.

>Action?

rolled 30 = 30

>>16724894
GET A FUCKING AMBULANCE!

>>16724894
Tear off the rest of her dress. Remove pants.

rolled 39 = 39

>>16724885
Call someone down from the street and see if one of them is a doctor. This woman needs immediate medical attention!

Once people are taking care of her, let's pick up our phone and get the hell out of here. We may need to call our boss and tell him that we're probably going to be late considering all the stuff that's been happening.

rolled 24 = 24

>>16724907
Tell him to be careful, there is a possibility of other monsters... and someone might have an even worse situation than us. Like the power to go boom, or being a black hole. Seizure Hands isn't too bad compared to those.

>>16724902
>>16724907
You stare dumbfounded for a moment, your stomach uneasy at the grisly sight. And then you realize, if you hadn't already, that if she doesn't get help, she's going to die. You look down the stairs, seeing your phone at the bottom. Hurrying down, you scoop it up. It looks okay, just the battery got knocked a bit loose. You're about to push it back into place when you look over the platform.

It's worse than the girl on the stairwell. Half a dozen people at least, torn to pieces. Quite literally. There's a bloodied arm, torn free, hanging off a trashcan. The rest of the body is several feet away. It's less a body, than chunks of meat and broken bones in a pool of blood. The rest are no better. People who tried desperately to run, their blood smeared across their torn and broken faces.

You cover your mouth and keep yourself from gagging, turning away and pulling yourself up the stairs with the railing. Near the top you see a pair of naked legs, a man's legs. The 'werewolf'. It seems going unconscious reverted him back to his normal state. Fleshy pink skin, covered in blood from his face down.

You move past, trying not to look at the wounded woman. On the street surface, you see a few people gathered away from the stairs, looking at you as you emerge. The old Jewish man is in the back. You shake your head. "God damn." You say. "God damn. Someone call 911." You stumble away from the stairs, over onto the sidewalk.

>Action?

rolled 96 = 96

>>16724989
Call our boss; tell him what just happened and how we probably won't be working today. Some crying and weeping might be appropriate.

rolled 70 = 70

>>16724885
Grab the girl and run!

>>16725017
You lean against a tree, dialing Santoni's to tell your boss you won't be coming in today. The phone rings, but no one answers.

rolled 27 = 27

>>16725052
...that's not good.

Try calling our boss's home phone.

>>16725052

say "I have a bad feeling about this" just to begin our quota.

Let's go check out work. Ugh. Maybe we can save some lives.

rolled 48 = 48

>>16725017
Sorry, but we don't have the economy to take a day off just because we saved a woman, killed(?) a werewolf and witnessed a mass-murder scene.

rolled 51 = 51

>>16725052
No! We must save our old mentor!

Am I the only one who remembers we have a knife? We could've thrown that rather than our phone earlier. Although we didn't wind up throwing our phone anyways.

>>16725064
>>16725059
You mutter to yourself and think of calling his home number, except you realize that you don't know his home number. Only thing to do is get over there and see what's up.

You leave the subway, and the slaughter within, behind you, and move down the sidewalk, ignoring the calls and shrieks of people entering into the subway to investigate.

You aren't sure if the subway is running further down the line, or if there are other scenes just like this elsewhere. Walking shouldn't take too long, and shit, you could use the air.

It does do you some good, and after a half hour of walking, with no interruptions save a few people running in different directions, or emergency vehicles heard or seen, you make it to Santoni's. You're feeling better, too. Getting some blood pumping through your veins seems to have helped.

The pizza shop doesn't look bad. There's no damage. Windows are fine. Lights are on. Sign says 'Open'. You walk inside, the electric chime announcing your arrival. You can smell burnt pizza coming from the back, but otherwise, there's nothing amiss. No one in the booths. No one behind the counter. You walk into the back. There's no one.

What the fuck is going on? Where is everyone? Feeling confused, you walk back out to the front and are about to leave, locking the door behind you when you see something, or rather someone who wasn't there before. You're sure of it. The booth was empty a moment ago, but now there's someone there: a young kid, a teenager, taking a big bite out of a slice of pepperoni. He doesn't seem to have noticed you.

>Action?

>>16725104
You did throw your phone, but it had no effect.

>>16725129

Ready action: Electrohands.

Ask him what's up.

>>16725129
Start a conversation

>>16725140
>>16725141
"Hey!" You call out to him. His head pops up in surprise, like a ground hog or gopher, or something. He looks over at you, his eyes big like silver dollars. He looks poor, maybe homeless. Old ratty hooded sweatshirt, thick bob of hair in a bowl cut. Dirt smudged across his face, except for around his mouth, which he's wiping with a napkin.

"Shit," he says, ducking down into the booth and out of sight.

>Action?

rolled 6 = 6

>>16725129
Assault the little blighter with your hands demanding to know where your Boss is!

>>16725129

Say "hey, enjoying your pizza?" Then shift the conversation towards where everyone is. Also, if we get the chance, go turn off the burning pizza.

>>16725161
Tell him he's not in trouble and ask where everyone is.

>>16725191
>>16725166

These two please. Let's not be a disruptive dickhead.

>>16725191
>>16725166
This.

NOT >>16725165

You clench a fist, getting ready to beat the fuck out of this little kid if you have to, and walk steadily towards the booth. "Hey. Hey kid." You mentally prepare yourself for shocking his ass if he pops up, and you draw nearer to the booth. "You're not in trouble or anything. Don't worry. Just tell me where everyone is." You pop around the side of the booth and see it's empty. You get on your knees and look under the table. Likewise, it's empty. Huh?

You grab the table and pull yourself up. Where the hell did he go? Turning around, you're surprised to say the least. The restaurant is alive with sound, and full of people, busy for lunch as always. There are a dozen or so people eating at the tables. Dianne is working the counter, and you can see Santoni himself working back at the ovens. "Large Pep, extra cheese, coming out!" He yells out of the back. He sees you and smiles, " 'Ey, Franky. Good to see you made it. Hurry up and get dressed. We got orders."

>Action?

>>16725238

Run. Run away from the potential mary sue.

>>16725238
Ho boy. Sounds like the kid's got some time disortion powers.

Which reminds me, our power is kinda lame. We should see if we can use it at range somehow later.

Anyway, for now, I think you should probably somehow try to ask your boss why he didn't take your call and maybe say you're sorry for being late (are you late? What's the time?).

>>16725238

What.

I'm guessing this is all some kind of illusion. This isn't jiving with me.Give proper excuses to Santoni, explaining the whole "werewolf" thing, and asking if you can have off for today, as you're a little shaken up. You walked down here because no one was answering your calls.

You guys want to come to a consensus? I'll give you a few minutes.

>>16725282 here


>>16725259
This just wouldn't make any sense at all.

>>16725277
As for this, you gotta remember how Santoni just popped in, man. Seemse a little to nonchalant, given the circumstances.

>>16725277here
I agree with
>>16725282

That's pretty much what I was trying to convey.

I doubt it's an illusion though. But we'll see.

Oh, also mention something like "Didn't you see that kid, he was just right here...". Let's keep it real+get some reason for a day off.

rolled 53 = 53

>>16725305
Considering the events of today, anyone is suspect for reality bending powers. Check our clock phone and see what's up.

"Hey boss; I called you! Why didn't you pick up?"

You look around the restaurant, confusion brewing. What the god damn dingleberry dang just happened? "Uh, right . . ." you say, walking slowly behind the counter. You stand around for a moment, looking at the faces of the people, looking for the kid from a moment ago, but he's not here.

You pull out your phone and check the time. Just before 12:30. With your phone in hand, you notice a spot of blood from earlier on your fingers.

"Hey uh, Mr. S. Why didn't you answer when I called?"

Santoni slides a fresh pizza out of the oven and sets it on the counter. He looks at you, his lips curled, "Wha'? When'd you call?"

"Uh, a half hour, forty minutes ago?"

He shakes his head. "Well damn, Franky. I don't even come in until eleven."

"What?" You ask.

Santoni looks at you questioningly, cutting the pizza. "You okay, kid?"

"Uh," you look at the wallclock in the back. It reads 11:30. "Mr. Santoni, I think I came back to early. I uh, I might need another day or two." You check your phone again. It still says half past noon.

"Yeah, yeah." He says slowly. "Go ahead. Get some more rest. You sure you're okay, kid?"

>Action?

>>16725428

"I'll be fine. Thanks for understanding, Mr. S. I'll be sure to make it up to you."

And then get right the fuck out of there.

>>16725428
I knew it! That bastard sonovabitch sent us back an hour!

...

Okay, so we have an extra hour. I'm guessing we can't stop the werewolf from doing werewolf things?

Alternatively, we should hang around. Something will drive people off in about 1 hour from now and maybe we should be here to help.

>>16725428
Leave and head home.

>>16725469

No! We should go back to the Subway and fry the werewolf before he gets a chance to transform.

We can save those people!

>>16725493
I just can't WAIT to shatter causality!

>>16725493
agreed, 100%
these powers were not meant to be used to change the channel without a remote, we can be a hero, dammit!

>>16725493
Let's think about the timeline here. Okay. So it's 12:30 for us, and 11:30 here. But is it 11:30 for everyone else? Or 12:30 for everyone else and the restuarant is the only thing back in time?

If its just us, then yeah, It hink we can make it. It took us a half hour to get here, so we've got a half hour before we got there originally. Wait, so we'd get there at the same time as before. Damn. Maybe if we ran, we could get there faster and stop it?

>>16725469
> I'm guessing we can't stop the werewolf from doing werewolf things?

It took us 40 minutes to talk from the subway to the pizza joint. we've been sent back 60 minutes.

We make the trip at a light jog, gives us an extra 5-10 minutes. We look for the guy that we saw after he turned back into a human, and we follow him until he goes BEASTMODE and zap him mid-transform and then gtfo

we have a gift, and we have a responsibility to use it.

Also keep an eye out for silver-dollar-eyes kid

>>16725456 here


>>16725469
>>16725493

Oh fuck me, you guys might be right. Maybe we were sent back in time, and this isn't an illusion. I'd like to change my post to:

Try to get confirmation that the time is different ;ask someone on the street what time it is (NOT in the shop, though). If we're back in time, keep the werewolf from killing those people. We know which guy that was; I'd suggest just knocking him out, and leaving him in the subway station unconscious. Then come back here and try to figure out what happened to scare everyone off.

>>16725510
>30 minutes
>walk

godfuckingdamnit

>>16725516
maybe the kid jsut sent them back in time so he could get free pizza?

rolled 50 = 50

>>16725510
A hero never "walks" to the crime scene, we sprint like the flash himself!

rolled 43 = 43

>>16725516
What this guy said.

rolled 96 = 96

>>16725493
But what if we meet ourselves? WE'LL UNDO THE VERY FABRIC OF SPACE AND TIME!

But yeah, let's meander back towards the subway and see what happens.

rolled 53 = 53

>>16725543
>But what if we meet ourselves? WE'LL UNDO THE VERY FABRIC OF SPACE AND TIME!

Time to break that illusion of yours!

>>16725543
Not meander! Go like the wind!

Also, try not to worry about that causality thing. Fuck it.

>>16725516
There's a chance he transformed while on the subway. We couldn't get into the car though we could get him when he transforms and steps off.

rolled 42 = 42

>>16725583
But do we know which car he went on?

We'll take the fasted alternative and wait at the station.

"Yeah," you say, walking towards the door and waving back to him. "Yeah, I will be." You leave the pizza parlor and look around. What just happened? Did everyone? Did you? That kid, what the fuck did he do? You pull out your phone once more, checking the time. 12:32. You put it away, and walk down the sidewalk, back towards your home.

A man in a suit, carrying a briefcase and talking on a phone is coming the opposite way. You wave to him and ask him the time. "Uh," he looks at his watch. "Eleven thirty-two." He moves on by you without a second look.

It was easily past 11 when you left your apartment. And it took way more than a half hour at the subway and then here. Wha-

Wait. The subway. If it's 11:30, then it hasn't happened yet. They're not dead. Shit! You break out into a run, rushing down the street and avoiding people on the sidewalk and passing cars. You feel your stomach burning and your hands shake, and try as you might, you can't run fast enough long enough, and you have to stop to slow down each few minutes. You check the time. 11:40. You should be able to get there in time. You just have to keep moving forward, faster than when you came.

A light jog now, faster than everyone else. You'll be there soon, you'll be there in time, you know it. You have to. The streets are familiar to you. You pass them every day. And you're getting closer.

Eleven forty-five, and the subway entrance is in sight. You stop at the entrance at the top of the stairs and look around. Everything seems normal. No blood. No bodies. No wrenching screams. Good. Good, you made it. You stand for a minute, catching your breath, letting the blood return to your head. People move past you, walking down the stairs. You see the woman in the yellow floral dress. The one you couldn't save. She's beautiful now, alive and vibrant, and she moves by you without a pause. You follow.

>Continued.

>>16725626
The platform is like any other. Like it is every day you take it. People mill about waiting for the train. The girl in the dress moves past them towards the women's bathroom. Guess that's why she was last. You breath deeply, looking around for the man from earlier. For the werewolf. You see the old Jewish man standing by a bench, a newspaper folded in his hands. But no sign of the werewolf.

You move towards a backwall, moving your eyes around the soon-to-be abattoir. No, not anymore. You're going to stop it. And then you see him, walking down the stairwell. He looks normal enough without blood covering his face, only a well maintained goatee. White, a few years older than you, dressed in a suit with a briefcase. He moves without concern down the stairs, moving towards the center of the crowd and standing still.

You watch him, and you wait.

>Action?

>>16725632

Start charging our rage and anger into our hands, while we slip through the crow towards him.

We need to be prepared to strike as soon as he's ready to transform.

>>16725632
If we attack this guy without provocation, someone's likely going to try and stop us, because we'll just look like a hooligan.

Wait for him to start changing, but don't let him finish.

>>16725632
Try to start casual conversation with our prospective werewolf.

"Hey uh... do I know you? You seem familiar... hey, were you there when that warehouse exploded a few days ago?"

rolled 96 = 96

>>16725632
Stick close to him. Once he starts changing, then we'll apply the power.

>>16725632
Stand as close to him as possible. The second he starts to change, we zap the fuck out of him. Till he starts, we just gather energy. We need to make sure this works in one go. Try not to kill him; if we do, well, one life is better than the entire station.
>>16725667
this is a good idea, too.

rolled 32 = 32

>>16725632
We wait until he goes furry. We don't want to be taken in for assault because he doesn't turn, and instead ravage some other place.

>"It's the damndest thing," he says. "I was waiting for the train, and this guy down the platform falls down, right on the ground, and starts screaming.

He's gonna fall to the ground! Ok! So we get close to him, and we wait. When he falls to the ground, we go down like we're helping him and then we knock his ass out! BOOM GOES THE DYNAMITE MOTHERFUCKER! NO ONE DIES!

>>16725677
>>16725677
>>16725677
>>16725677
>>16725677
>>16725677


YOU MOTHERFUCKERS
HE FALLS AND SCREAMS BECAUSE WE SHOCKED HIM

Oh man, if this works. Shit yeah. We need to find that kid again. We can become partners. He sends us back a few hours, and we stop shit before it happsn!

>>16725691
But then that would mean we were already there?

rolled 71 = 71

>>16725693
Then this quest will be forever known as "The greatest story never told."

manlytears.jpeg

>>16725693
If we can stop him from transforming, we can jog back to the place and see if we find him there again.

....

Would that mean he saw us for the third time? (we wouldn't be interrupted on our way there so once then, our current selves that he sent back, and then after this whole werewolf fiasco).

>>16725701
of COURSE we were already there, that's the nature of time travel. the question is, do we doom our timeline by trying to change it? or are we doomed to fail?

should we call ourselves on the phone?

>>16725723
That wouldn't even work numbnuts. We would have to call our own number.

>>16725693
Pizza delivery man Francois, and homeless time travel kid work together to put right what once went wrong!

>>16725723
Same phone number. Probably get a busy signal, or just voicemail.

Unless we used a payphone or something. But we have a slightly more pressing matter at the moment.

>>16725691

If you're right, this could mean we're doomed to die here. I dunno if OP is willing to get us stuck in a loop of us dying again and again.

Still, though. I know if I had the power to stop a slaughter, even if it might not work, I'd try it. I'm sticking with plan "stop a mass killing."

I'm really loving the discussion here. I'll give you guys 10-15 minutes to come to a consensus. Or if you come to one earlier, I'll move on it.

>>16725752
I'm casting my vote for waiting until he collapses and/or starts to transform, then moving over to "help" with some shock therapy.

rolled 46 = 46

>>16725752
(addressing werewolf) "hey mac, i'm real sorry, but can i borrow your phone? i need to tell my boss i'm gonna be late."

>>16725742
>>16725691
Right, so we go and talk like the most likely dashing and obviously well educated gentleman who is most certainly not me says in >>16725667

>>16725752

do this>>16725671
and this>>16725667

using the 96 as our roll.

[nospoilers] please? [/nospoilers]

rolled 12 = 12

>>16725790
No, as I said earlier; we mustn't interfere until he transforms, else he might not, and transforms in some other place.

>>16725691

Do NOT shock with without provocation.

We CAN'T antagonize him.

>>16725820

Ah, you have a point. We should just shock him, then. With the 96.

>>16725848

And, by "just shock him," I mean once he starts to transform.

You lock onto him, watching him silently, clenching and releasing your fist. This whole thing is new to you, but you feel like you're getting the hang of it more and more now. Just touch and put him down. That easy. That easy. No one dies.

You move from the wall, careful not to bump into anyone as you come closer to him from behind. He's rocking on his feet, passing the time and checking his watch. You slink up next to him while he's distracted. "Hey," you get his attention.

He looks at you, curious. You get your first good look at him, real up close. He looks absolutely normal. Just an average guy.

"Hey uh... do I know you? You seem familiar... hey, were you there when that warehouse exploded a few days ago?"

His confusion expands upon itself. He shakes his head slightly, "Uh, I think you've got me confused with someone else, buddy." He turns away from you, pretending to look at his watch again.

You stand in silence, watching him. It feels like an eternity. Each second draws on like an hour. You swallow hard, feeling the tension rising. Soon. It should be happening soon.

There's the sound of a train off in the far distance down the tunnel. You look down into the darkness by instinct, and then you hear it. A groaning cough. You turn back to the stranger, the beast. He's looking uncomfortable now. His skin's growing redder, sweat's seeping through his skin. He grabs his tie and loosens it. You lick your lips ever so slightly. "You okay, man?" He looks at you, his eyes are dilating. He coughs, then groans. His groans turn to pained moans, and he grabs his stomach, his briefcase falling to the ground. He follows soon after, falling to his knees.

>Continued.

>>16725897
place palm on the back of the head as if helping.

Shock.

Call for help and a doctor.

>>16725915

Do this.

>>16725920

With the 96.

rolled 1 = 1

>>16725897
>>16725897
>>16725897
>>16725897
>>16725897
>>16725897
NOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOW
ZAP ZAP ZAP TO THE EXTREME

>>16725915
Guys, maybe...maybe we should kill him.

What if he transforms in the hospital?

rolled 28 = 28

>>16725926
OH GOD NO

>>16725926
THAT IS NOT A 96

>>16725915
>>16725920
And while people are panicking, search his pockets and say "maybe he's got to take some of his medicine or something". Try to find his ID papers and remember his name/address. We can hit him up later to see if he's alright and for a little chat. Maybe this isn't the first time he turned.

rolled 67 = 67

When the first hair appears on his chins, zap him like Cole McGrath.

rolled 12 = 12

>>16725915
>>16725920
>>16725923
>>16725926
>>16725932
>>16725936
>>16725943
>>16725948
Or we could wait for OP to post the second half; come on guys, reading comprehension.

>>16725897
The people around the two of you move away, giving him room. He's bellowing now. His voice cracking and waving. It's not a scream. It's a howl, guttural and animalistic. But still quite human. He falls to his side, curled into the fetal position like a child or wounded animal. This is it, you tell yourself. This is it. He's going to change. He's going to kill so many people. You don't have time to worry if you're on your way here right now. You don't care about paradoxes or the universe crashing in on itself. Right now, all that matters is that this man is moments away from losing his humanity. From tearing away the life from a half dozen innocent men and women here. And most importantly, you can stop it.

Someone yells for a doctor. But you're already there, leaning down over him. "Hey man, are you alright." He's shaking now. You get in close. Face to face. He opens his eyes, just a slit each. The iris' contract and then expand. The retina changes into a dull yellow. No. Not anymore. You reach out, palming his face. "Go to sleep," you whisper.

The beast's eyes contract again, pinpricks of darkness, and then his lids close, the shaking stops, and he lays silently, motionless. Someone leans down over you, beside you. A crowd forms. "Hey, is he okay?"

"Yeah. I think so." You reply.

>Action?

>>16725959
Keep watching. We've seen plenty of horror movies.

>>16725926
>op pulls a justasplanned.jpg

I have 4chan X, so this thread auto-updates, but I'm still spamming the F5 key. Average Human, hats off. This has been fantastic so far.

>>16725948
>>16725959

>>16725977
Thanks. That's good to hear.

>>16725959

I feel like we should pretend he's our friend; we should carry him back to our apartment, maybe. As the other anon said, he could turn at the hospital. For now, though, we should search through his stuff under the pretense of looking for medicine.

>>16725990
This sounds reasonable. It has my vote.

centars brouah
No, captcha, werewolves.

If we can recruit this time kid, and the werewolf, then fuck yeah, we've got an awesome super team forming.

SHIT! If we go to the hospital or stick around here with this werewolf, we'll lose the time kid.

rolled 29 = 29

>>16725990
>Hey that guy is mugging him!

Not DnD bro.

rolled 21 = 21

>>16725959
"Yeah, he told me about how his stomach was bothering him; too much hot sauce." Shrug awkwardly. "He likes the hot stuff, but the stuff doesn't feel the same, you know?" Then, casually help drag him out. We need to get him to someplace where we can cage him, or at least speak to him without getting our face torn off.

>>16726022
TimeKid is gone, bud. Let's just deal with this.

>>16726026

In times of crises, people are generally willing to submit to someone who seems like he knows what he's doing. As long as we play it cool, and say stuff like "Oh shit, man, did you bring your medicine today? Did anyone see if my friend here dropped medicine? Oh shit," no one will think we're mugging him.

rolled 64 = 64

>>16726029
No, that most certainly wasn't hot sauce, any idiot would know that.

Just wait, and give the appearance of being a Samaritan.

rolled 33 = 33

>>16726039
No "we know this guy." Sure we can pretend like we look for medicine but the less lies the better.

I don't want this to become a 17th century comedy.

>>16726039
what this guy said.

Alright guys, what are you doing? Pretending to know him? Good samaritan? Checking for 'meds' and ID? Taking him to the hospital? Your place? Something else?

>>16726037
I have a feeling we haven't seen the last of Timekid.

Check his eyes. Are they normal now? If yes try to find timekid

>>16726064

Yeah, I see what you're getting at. But pulling the "he's my friend" card is the only way I can see to keep him from being sent to the hospital, which is arguably a worse place for him to turn. I want to bring him back to our apartment, so as to be sure he can't hurt anyone else. We'll need to find some way to restrain him, of course; till then, we could always administer carefully timed shocks to keep him unconscious. Once we deem him sufficiently restrained, we let him wake up, and try to talk to him.

He just wanted some pizza.

>>16726067
Pretend to know him and carry him up to "get some fresh air, he'll be better in a moment".

We probably won't meet ourselves cause no commotion.

>>16726067
"Oh, JESUS! Did you take your meds this morning?"
Grab his case and open it with panic'd hands, ransacking it so we can slip any documents into our jacket while we 'clean up our mess'.
From there we need to move him, get him away from these people.

>>16726098
You lift his eyelids. They're normal, but unresponsive at the moment.

>>16726118
Would we still have to push ourselves to meet timekid?
Like, a text message.
From ourselves.
To ourselves.
What could go wrong?
Other than the universe exploding, I mean.

>>16726135
Our past self would arrive sooner... maybe he'd see something before he got sent back. IF he gets sent back. Hell, maybe we already scared him is why he sent us away.

I think we should talk to him. Wait for him to wake up and ask him questions.

I mean total and complete honesty here, find out if he knows he's a werewolf. He might be a good person, he might be on the verge of fucking killing himself because he can't control it and doesn't want to murder people. We could help him by putting him to sleep whenever it happens. It ain't perfect but it's a start.

If he isn't aware, then explain it to him. We should try to find out if we have anything in common, if he knows anyone else with abilities or gifts, what (if anything) causes him to shift.

I mean for now just offer to get him up to the surface for fresh air, and talk to him. He could be a valuable asset, and a friend.

rolled 59 = 59

>>16726067
Voting for "pretending to know him" as said in >>16726029.

>>16726127

Claim he's an epileptic and start yelling for his meds and shit.

We should bring him to our apartment rather than the hospital, in case he goes rip n tear mode again.

>>16726149
This. I think we should pretend to know him, say he's alright, and take him back to our place. We've already got the day off, might as well spend it bonding with a werewolf.

>>16726201
This, but we should probably text ourselves because paradoxes make my head hurt . _ .

You wrap your arm around his shoulder, "Hey, help me out here." Without thinking about it, a few people lean down and help you get him to his feet. He's still quite unconscious, as he's practically dead on his feet, though still breathing. "Hey, get his briefcase." You say. Someone does, holding onto it in front of you. "Help me get him up and outside," you say.

"I got 'im," someone says. It's the old Jewish man from earlier. He gets on the other side, taking the briefcase from the bystander, and helping you to walk the unconscious man out through the crowd towards the stairs.

"Do you think you should do that!?" Someone from the crowd yells. You turn around for a second about to reply when you see the door to the bathroom open, and the woman in the floral dress step out. You smile to yourself and turn back to the stairs.

You and the old Jew carry him up the stairs slowly. He's not that heavy of a man, but it's all dead weight, and the old timer is grunting through it as you draw towards the top. When you hit sunlight and the flat surface of the street, you motion with your head towards a bench down the way. "Let's get him over there." You both carry him towards the bench, setting him down as he slumps in place.

The old man sits next to him, wiping his forehead. "Whew. That was some work."

You rest your hands on your hips. "Yeah. Thanks for the help. He's uh, an acquaintance. I don't know if he took his meds today," you lie.

>Continued.

We should see if we can meet ourselves.

"Hey check out the pizza joint for a kid who can mess with time."

Maybe in a few more words.

>>16726306
The old man waves to you, nodding. "Pills, pills. Don't get me started on pills. I've got to take one in the morning to thin my blood. Except of course, it makes it so I can't piss. So I've gotta take another to make me piss, but then I gotta piss all the time. And then there's my prostate. Oye. Don't get me started on my prostate." He talks on for a while, and you nod, putting in a word here and there. His name is Saul and he used to work for a newspaper in Greenwich village until he retired, and now he does whatever the fuck he wants, including hookers young enough to be his granddaughter, he's not ashamed to say, laughing as he does.

He stays seated next to the unconscious man, insisting on making sure that he's alright. For your part, you stand with your back towards the street, and if your earlier 'you' is there, where 'you' wont' see your face. It's nearly ten minutes before he begins to stir. Saul nudges him, "Hey, sonny, you okay?"

The man mumbles, his eyes glazed as he looks around. "Thanks Saul. I think I've got it from here. Saul smiles, getting up off the bench and wishing you good luck, and telling the dazed man to remember to take his pills, before heading down into the subway. You watch him go, and then sit down on the bench. The man is slowly coming back to consciousness.

>Action?

rolled 41 = 41

>>16726306
Seems to work...

>>16726325
"Don't move too fast, stranger. How do you feel?"

Whisper to the wolf.

rolled 9 = 9

>>16726325
Shock him again then check his pockets

rolled 93 = 93

>>16726325
Whisper: "Are you feeling okay? Did you know what was about to happen back then?"

>>16726325

Whisper to him "You know what almost happened back there?"

BE READY TO SHOCK HIM AGAIN

I archived this, OP

rolled 89 = 89

>>16726325
If he turns again this time, don't give him another chance, just shock him till he drops, noone will know it was you.

You grab the man's shoulder, preparing yourself to put him under for the third time (by your count) today. "Hey, buddy." He looks over at you, his eyes heavy and half-closed. "You okay, man?"

"Whuh," his voice is slow and mumbled.

You look into his eyes, glassy as they are. "Do you know what happened back there?" You swallow hard, remembering the scene that was, and could have been. "What almost happened?"

He looks at you, confused. "Who. Who are yooooou? Wha happened?"

>>16726470
And of course,

>Action?

rolled 83 = 83

>>16726470
"Keep you voice down please..."
"You won't believe me, but try."
"You know about all these strange things going on? A guy turning into water and whatnot?".
"You where about to turn into a bloodthirsty beast."

>>16726470

"Francois. I'm Francois. And I was hoping you knew more about what could have happened than I do."

>>16726487
just chill.
The guy's coming up from some heavy shit, lets give him a minute to collect himself before we start shoving him around and blasting him with a million questions.

This is a really cool quest. Well done players/Average Human. It's been a while since we had some good quests.

>>16726487

Explain to him that he passed out in the subway. Try to see if he knows he is a bloodthirsty monster.

>>16726512

>>16726470
>It's ok, man. Take some time to breath.

Then, when he starts to talk again

>You ever have any... problems, before? Not being able to control yourself? Hair where there was no hair before? You know, any euphemism for puberty?

rolled 96 = 96

>>16726512
Indeed. Average Human. You have my utmost respect.

"Francois. I'm Francois," you introduce yourself, giving him a moment to compose himself. "You passed out in the subway."

He looks at you, and then rests his face in his palms. He sits like that for a minute, then rubs his eyes. "Urgh, I feel like I was hit by a train."

"You pass out like this before," you ask him. "Maybe in the last few days?"

He runs his hand over his face and through his hair, leaning back into the bench. "What? No, no. Never." He looks over to you. "I passed out?"

"Yeah. I carried you up here."

He nods his head. "Thanks. Francois?"

"Yeah."

"I'm John. John Wolfowitz." He reaches out to shake. You take his hand and think to yourself, 'Seriously? Wolfowitz. Come the fuck on, that is not possible. Some guy is writing this and jerking himself off over the 'hilariousness' of this guys' name.' But the thought soon passes and you watch the man closely as he regains his bearings.

"Hey, what time is it?" He asks you.

You look at your phone. "Uh, one-thirty, about."

"One thirty!?" He says, standing up from the bench. "Shit, I'm late."

"Oh wait, wait. No, it's only twelve-thirty. Twelve-thirty." You say, getting up with him.

He looks noticeably relieved. "Still, I'm running behind. I've got to go. Thanks for everything."

>Action?

>>16726611

"Listen, listen. You can't go yet. There's something going on here. You here the sirens - the city's going to hell around us. And I think - I think you and I may have been affected by this. I know this sounds ridiculous, but please, just hear me out."

>>16726611
"Hold up a minute, John. There are some things we should discuss."

>>16726611
"Wait, you really didn't get into any accidents in the last few days? You may have suffered concussion of some sorts. Just passing out is not normal."

We can't just let him go like this. Who knows when he'll go berserk again?

rolled 93 = 93

>>16726611
It may be weird to tell him what almost happened, but we can't just let him go; he could kill someone. We're going to have to tell him.

"Hey, remember when I said we met before...like deja vu? Well, where you by the explosion? Walking by after the accident, got hit by some debris, anything?"

We have to be as sincere as possible.

rolled 86 = 86

>>16726639
>>16726641
>>16726646
>>16726661
Not much to discuss, this guy is a ticking time bomb, just shock him till we drop him. Mainly because it doesn't seem like anyone has any idea whats going on.

rolled 29 = 29

>>16726679
Nope, not doing that, we're not a murderer.

Try to explain without him thinking we're a nutcase is the best idea.

>>16726700
If push comes to shove, tell him we can knock people out with a touch, and if he doesn't stay and listen we will have to demonstrate.

You start after him, grabbing him by the shoulder. "Hold up a minute, John. There are some things we should discuss."

He turns back, "What is it? I've gotta go."

"Are you sure you didn't get into any accidents in the last few days? You may have suffered concussion of some sorts. Just passing out is not normal."

"No, I haven't. Look, I'm fine, okay. I was probably dehydrated."

"What about that warehouse that exploded the other day. Were you near it at all? Did you walk by it later or something? Anything?"

He looks at you, shaking his head, and then he stops. "Wait. How did you know about that?"

"What happened, John?"

"Nothing," he holds out his hands, exasperated. "I just walked down the street to get lunch and saw this warehouse on fire. Watched the firetrucks putting it out for a while and kept on going. But I didn't pass out or anything. Wait, do you think it was like 9/11, with all the dust. Shit, do you think I'm gonna get cancer like all those first responder guys?"

>Action?

I say tell him the complete and total truth.

He either thinks we're crazy and we lose nothing, or he believes us and we gain a werewolf for our party. It's not like we can't demonstrate our powers at will if he doesn't believe us. Tell him we need his help and we will look out for him until we both figure out wtf is going on

rolled 47 = 47

>>16726719

>>16726496
What I said earlier.

>>16726719

I was there too, John. I've been experiencing some strange symptoms myself. You're going to work, I'm guessing? Well, I think you might want to call out; if you had been standing closer to the tracks when you passed out... I think you and I should talk over what's been happening to us before either of us gets in any more trouble."

>>16726719
"You'll wish it was cancer... Look, I was there as well. The dust.... affected me, and some others. We can... do things."

"This sounds crazy but... I've met a boy who can bend time. He sent me back an hour. This is why I know I had to be here to help you."

>>16726719

Look, man.

That dust...It made me sick, and I think you're going to get sick too.

You need to get checked out at the hospital, man. Here's my number, call me if you notice any changes.

And John, try not to hurt anyone.

>>16726758
This. We need to be subtle about telling him this, or we'll be automatically written off as crazy and ignored. And he'll turn again at some later point and kill more people.

rolled 24 = 24

>>16726719
"Listen John, I don't know how to tell you this, but..." frown heavily.

"This is weird." Look around for a moment. "You see the news stories today? And all the sirens?"

"Yeah, weird shit is happening around time, and it was all because of that explosion." Gesture out to the probable sirens. "People are acting like they came out of some X-men or superhero comic, and..." quiet down. "...and you're one of them. Like me. As of yesterday..."

If he doesn't believe us, raise a finger. "This is hard to explain, but don't hate me too much for showing..."

The lightest touch possible. THE LIGHTEST! Just enough to tingle his senses. And only if he doesn't believe us!

Think less than blinding, undying hate and more being punched in the nose.

>>16726769

Man, the whole reason we carried him here was so he DIDN'T go to the hospital. If he changes there, there's a lot more casualties then there were at this subway station.

>>16726780

This guy here, he knows his shit.

>>16726760here
>>16726800
sounds better. Let's go with that.

"Listen, John. I was there, too. I don't mean just walking by it. I was there when it exploded. I got the shit knocked out of me. It was the most scared I've been in my life, until earlier today."

"What happened earlier today?" He asks.

"It doesn't matter," you say. "Not anymore. But John, something's not right. You're going to work, I'm guessing? Well, I think you might want to call out; if you had been standing closer to the tracks when you passed out... I think you and I should talk over what's been happening to us before either of us gets in any more trouble."

He smiles and laughs. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm serious, John. Something's different. Things have happened since that explosion . . . some damn weird things. I don't know where you work, but really man, take an hour off at least. I live a couple blocks away. Just come over for a minute, and let's talk."

"Uh, listen Francois, I don't know who you think you are, I mean, thanks for helping me, but this is getting a bit too weird. So I'm gonna get my briefcase, and get to work."

"John, you were going to kill people." You speak in a hushed yell. Your voice quiet, but harsh. "You were going to change, and you were going to kill a lot of people, and I stopped you."

"Okay, this isn't funny, I'm leav-" You grab his face and shock him. You try to not do it as hard as before, 'just a taste', as it were. John stumbles back, his arms raised. "What the fuck!" He yells, his hands going to his face, his eyes. He rubs them vigorously. "What'd you do!? I can't see. What the fuck did you do to me?"

>Continued.

>>16726909

You grab him, covering his mouth with your hand. "I told you. Things are different now. We can . . . do things, that we couldn't before." You take him with you, back to the bench, and sit him down. He sits quietly, his hands on his face, whimpering, asking quietly, 'what did you do, what did you do?' over and over again.

"Don't worry," you say. "You should be fine."

"Should!?" He reaches out blindly, grabbing for you. You grab his arms, pulling them to his side.

"Calm down, John. Just breathe, and wait." It takes some coaxing, and he still whimpers, but he remains as calm as possible, given the fact that a stranger just blinded him.

But you were right. A few minutes pass, and he looks around, blinking. "I . .. I can see, a little bit. It's blurry. Like, waxy." He rubs his eyes. "Yeah, I can see. I can see!" He blinks hard a few times, looking at the sky and the street, and then back to you. His smile disappears, and he looks at you, fear on his face. "What the hell are you?"

You shrug. "I'm just a guy. Just like you."

>Let's call that the end for today. I'll pick this back up in a few days. Probably Wednesday. Hope you guys had a fun time. Hope you'll be back.

>>16726916

Ooooh, awesome. What time on Wednesday?

>>16726916
Damn it, OP; I want to play more. :(

>>16726933
I don't know. Probably 12:00 4chan standard time.

>>16726938
Glad to hear it, but I'm done for now.

I'm really happy with how that turned out. I hadn't even thought about you guys going back and stopping the werewolf until you suggested it. And then I couldn't believe that I hadn't thought of it. Haha, this was pretty fun.

>>16726961
So do you already have a plot idea for where this is going to go? Are our powers going to increase and mature? Will we fight crime with a werewolf? Did that guy come back from his watery form? And will the time kid stop messing with reality?

>>16726988
lolidunno

>>16727001
Stop playing with my heart, OP.

>>16726988
well, we did manage to just blind the guy.

I guess we can affect the nervous system of people so we should be able to turn of touch/pain/smell/hearing as well.

Not too useful at touch range though. We need to see if we can channel it somehow, or like, shoot hadoukens. Or have a petrifying gaze.

Also, I'm calling it now that the other guy who we met at the site will be the BBEG. It would be in line with comics.

>>16727033
No. His power is that he can change the color of his hair. That's all.

>>16727042

It'll be a pretty lame bossfight, unless he can change it to colors that don't exist and patterns that hypnotize, Jojo style.

rolled 9 = 9

>>16727042
mfw he's the real main character, the average single heterosexual dad saving the day and winning his doctor ex-wife back.

>>16727129
You see right through me.

>>16727310

Bravo, Average Human.