The park is alive now. Moreso than usual. Ambulances and police cars and firetrucks are parked across the field around the stage, directing the rescue effort. The ground itself is littered with insects, alive and dead. Those that can still move have been fleeing since you awoke, and presumably once their master was stopped. An oxygen mask still covering your face, you can see from where you're sitting, a long trail of dead insects leading towards the stage. The pathway that you created for yourself. But they're not alone. There are scores of men and women, children even, left behind. Their bodies half eaten or left completely void of anything other than skeletons. Their remains covered in tarps or bodybags. So many. No wonder there are so many emergency vehicles.

But there are survivors as well. Those that ran, surely, but a few others. A middle aged woman, terrified, shaken beyond belief, pulled by emergency workers from a pile of insects, her hair inundated with them. Chittering away, crawling into her mouth. She didn't say a word when they found her. She couldn't. All she could do was shake and stare in wide eyed horror, even when she left in the ambulance. The cop from earlier, too. The one who, shotgun in hand, fought vainly against wave upon wave of them, only to be swallowed by their number. You saw it happen, and didn't think he'd had made it, but he was surprsingly strong. His body is covered in scratches, wounds, attempted points of entry as they bit and tore into his skin. But he's taken it much better than the woman, and you can see him talking with relative ease to an EMT who's seeing to his wounds.

Of the young girl, and whoever it was pulling the strings, there is no sign.

>Continued.

You couldn't have been under for too long, but between the time you dove into the horde and when you regained consciousness, the girl must have fled. And the man, whoever he was, seemed to have simply vanished. How'd he get away? You put him down. You had to have. You're sure of it. He wasn't killed, you figure. Not by you at least. Your earlier exertions probably wouldn't have allowed it even if you tried. But you definitely knocked him out of the picture. Maybe his insects turned on him? That would be nice, you think. That would wrap it up all pretty well. But you fear that it couldn't be that easy.

The EMT treating you said you were lucky. They found you facedown in the front, half buried in almost a solid foot of dead bugs. "How'd you find me?" You ask.

"A witness told us they saw you under there, and when we got up here someone was already pulling you out by your legs. Probably saved your life," he says with a smile.

You nod to yourself, looking around at all those who weren't as lucky as you. "Who was it?" You ask. "The person who saved me?"

The EMT finishes checking your blood pressure, unwrapping the pump from your arm. "Uh, some girl. Didn't get her name." He looks idly around the park, "She's probably around here somewhere." The girl? Was it her? Shit. "Anyway," he says, looking you in the eyes. He's got a calm face, friendly looking. He's probably good at his job, you figure. "You're looking okay here. You suffered a bit from oxygen deprivation, and you've got a few scratches, but you're in good shape."

>Continued.

"So I'm good to go?" You ask.

"Well, the police are gonna want to talk to you first. I'll go tell 'em you're okay to talk. This is a pretty fucked up scene, man," he says, looking around.

"Yeah," you agree. It's not every day you see some shit like this. Well it didn't use to be. You look around the field, trying not to pay attention to the few bodies that are poorly covered, and you see who you assume are detectives. They look familiar, and with the aid of the all powerful squint, you think you recognize them as the same detectives from the bank earlier. They're over with the shotgun wielding cop right now, and you figure they'll probably come to see you next.

>Action?

Ah damnit, I missed the last thread. Once I read it, Average Human, I'll start participating in this. Gimme a sec.

Actually, I'll be back in about 20 minutes. I hope some players show up in the mean time. If you do, go ahead and discuss what to do.

God damn, it's going to be embarrassing as hell if I come back and no one else is here.

>>16775397
...these guys seem all kinds of shady. However, fleeing the scene won't be good for our innocence in the affair. Let's just relax and enjoy the bug-free oxygen.

>>16775433
Ok OP. See you soon. :3

Oooooh yeah, I'm finishing angel cop and I'm here. Till then...

>>16775397
Stay calm, don't even think about counter investigating aside from "so... any idea what happened here?".

rolled 15 = 15

What we need is an excuse for our survival
Let's say.. we saw someone doing what was actually our work.
Any ideas? Because that one's retarded

>>16775448
we have a trail of dead bugs leading up to us.

I'm not entirely sure WTF we could do to cover ourselves up.

I think we should try to slip away before they try to question us and those detectives determine that we are a supernatural and lock us away in containment cell or something.

>>16775470

Okay, let's come up with the perfect lie.

You came here because you heard the screams buzzing, saw the girl on top of the stage fighting bugs, when you were attacked by them she did a stage dive and killed them and then you lost consciousness.

rolled 16 = 16

>>16775458
We're /tg/, we can think of something

It's not inconceivable that the path of bugs was carved by someone to find us.

Of course that would just mean we knew a person with powers which is just as bad

rolled 4 = 4

>>16775493
There's a path of dead insects leading DIRECTLY to where we were.
Yeah, doubt that shit's gonna fly.

We can't just run either, though.
>pibuit techniques

Yes, we use those

rolled 3 = 3

Oh hey, we could just pretend we don't know shit and we're just disturbed by the whole thing

I mean who the fuck wouldn't be traumatized by this?

Just play dumb, or at least startled. We'll get some extra time if they decide we're too disoriented to get any info from

>>16775500
The implication would be that the path was left by the girl.

...

wait, that'd make us the controller guy.

Also, what could've happened to him? I can't believe he got on his feet faster than we did.

Alright, I'm back and my dog is feeling happy about being able to finally take a dump today.

So have you guys come to a decision on what to do?

rolled 10 = 10

>>16775515
We didn't exactly have a lot of energy, and were heavily fatigued. Of course he wouldn't be as debilitated as us.

>>16775517
I'm >>16775511 so I vote for that

rolled 83 = 83

>>16775517

Yeah, we decided to test our powers by ambushing, and killing, random people in the dead of night in the most fucked up part of town.

Okay, well first off, it seems you're trying to decide on either:

Sticking Around.
or
Sneaking Away.

How about a vote, and we'll go from there?

>>16775538
wat
No one wanted that

>>16775511
I'm fine with this as well.

We can spin lies AFTER they start getting suspicious.

>>16775542
Run like the wind

>>16775538

rolled 1 = 1

>>16775543

The dice gods obviously show favour that action. All other choices are invalidated.

Sneak away

>>16775542
Stick around.

>>16775568
>roll a nat 1 on a d100
>rng is on my side you guise totally

>>16775542
Stay, act disoriented and completely stunned

Ramble something like

"OH GOD NO NOT THE BEES NOOO
NOOOOO
WARBL GARBL WARBL"

do we need roll for actions?

rolled 52 = 52

i guess we should stick around i think.
we should also go and look for that girl.

no really.

NO
REALLY!

go look for the girl.

>>16775594
Only when they're called for.

It seems the consensus is to stick around and act confused about the entire situation. Writing it up now.

rolled 93 = 93

>>16775574
>implying a nat 1 isn't as hard to get as a nat 100

>>16775613
>implying that doesn't just mean that the RNG hates your guts

>>16775613
>Implying a nat 100 isn't as hard to get as a nat 64

>>16775605
sigh...
No one likes vigilantes. We are stepping into huge shit right now.

>>16775632
We're obviously not going to tell them we did that shit
We can't let anyone know we've got jazz hands

rolled 71 = 71

>>16775630
>Implying a nat 64 has the same significance as a nat 100 or nat 1

>>16775646
Let's stop this nonsense. You're being silly and you know it.

Significance of a number has nothing to do with its propability.

>>16775638
I think professional investigators (who are obviously investigating supernatural) will see through our lies with no problem.

>>16775669
I think you're a retard

A cool one though, like Tom Hanks

>>16775669
So we don't lie. We just... forget to mention parts.

"Look, I just remember getting overrun by bugs, falling down and then waking up still alive" sounds good.

>>16775691

This guy here

He knows what's up.

>>16775593
I think we should go with the OH GOD NO NOT THE BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES

How do you interrogate a guy who's completely off his rocker?

There's a reason Nicolas Cage hasn't been taken into custody for his rampant drug abuse yet.

rolled 63 = 63

>>16775691

we go with that guy.

rolled 43 = 43

>>16775691
We don't want to look so suspicious, so this.

>>16775723

We just talked to the paramedic, man. We can't start freaking out once the cops get here, THAT'D be suspicious. We just need to act normal. We could probably even say that we jumped into the swarm to protect this little girl, playing up the "I dunno why I did it man, I just... I had to protect her, y'know?" part. As long as we don't mention we're magic, it's all good.

>>16775766
We can't mention we took any active part in anything

We don't have any hair spray or lighters, so no excuse for an army of dead insects

Do you tell them your name, or do you lie?

>>16775846

They'll ask to see ID, I bet. We won't be able to lie.

>>16775846
Don't we carry an ID? Aren't you required to do that in the US?

I'd say tell them our name, they could just call us out on it.

rolled 65 = 65

>>16775846

lie.

I still say we try to slip away while we have the time.

This place is pretty wild right now. You can even hear a helicopter circling around above. It'd probably be pretty easy to slip into the crowd and get out of here. But the idea passes through you like cheap beer. The EMT's already seen you. Shit, maybe he's checked your ID? Either way, if they wanted to find you, they'd probably be able to. Still, you could run . . .

The detectives seem to finish up their chat with the officer, and after talking to each other for a minute, as you expected, they head your way. White, well dressed, both older, in their 40s at least. Maybe the older of the two is in his fifties. He looks like he's getting some grey hairs. It reminds you of old episodes of Law and Order, with that old guy who always made jokes at the worst times. Oh, this hooker was cut in half? 'This city tears ya' apart'. What an insensitive bastard. Well, he had seen a lot of murdered people over his career. Maybe his twisted sense of humor is all he could do to cope and keep himself from finally performing some deep throat on his pistol.

"You're feeling alright?" The younger of the two asks.

"Uh," you look between them, nodding your head. "I, I guess."

>Continued.

>>16775931

"Good, good. That's good to hear. I'm Detective Bronson, this is Detective Nicci, NYPD." The two men show their badges, and they look pretty real. Probably are. "EMTs said you almost died. Glad you didn't."

"Uh, yeah. I am too." You reply weakly. You've got to keep a low profile here. If they find out what you did, what you can do, you've read enough comic books and seen enough movies. This'll be ET and the guys with the keys all over again.

"Too many bodies already," Nicci adds. "Never seen nothin' like this before. My whole life, this is a fuckin' new one."

"You got that right, Tom." The younger man reaches for his hips, holding his coat back behind him, giving you a good view of his weapon. Whether it's intentional or not, you can't tell. "This is a fucking sight alright." He looks back over to you, "What about you, huh? Mister uh, what was your name? You ever see somethin' like this before?"

You take a look around, your nerves shaking your insides. "Francois. Francois Pierson. "No," you lie, shaking your head. "Not like . . .This is, oh god, there so many bugs. I thought I was gonna die." You look up at them from your seat on the back of the ambulance. "They were so loud, you know. It was like, it was so deafening. I couldn't even hear myself scream."

"Yeah," the two agree in muttered words. "We heard it was pretty bad. Got better before we got here though." They look at each other. "You got any ID, Mr. Pierson? And do you mind telling us what you were doing here in the first place? I mean, you don't exactly look like the kind of guy who's into teen pop."

>Continued.

>>16775936
So that's what kind of concert it was. You shrug your shoulders and reach into your pocket, taking your driver's license out of your wallet and handing it to them. Shit, it's been two years since you sold your car and you haven't driven since. Odd time to remember something like that. "I was walking through the park, taking the day off from work. Some girls were talking about a concert. I thought I'd check it out." The truth is easier to tell, you find. Even when it's used to cover up the rest. "Figured it didn't matter what was going on, there'd at least be some girls, you know."

They smile. But their smiles are bland. Emotionless, like carved faces in sculptures at a museum. They've smiled a lot, you can tell. And it doesn't matter what they're thinking or playing at, they know how to look. Finished writing down the details from your license, they hand it back to you. "Yeah. So what happened when you got here?" They both seem pretty tired, but they're not missing a beat.

"Well uh," you figure the truth is a pretty good answer, and tell them what happened, up to a point at least. They were everywhere, people were screaming, it was so loud, they were so thick. It was terrible.

They nod along, jotting down notes in their little pads of paper. "And did you see anyone," the younger one shifts his weight, trying to find the words, "acting strangely?"

"No." It is true, after all. You didn't see whoever it was under all those bugs.

>Continued.

>>16775945
They just keep nodding and writing, and it seems like things are going pretty well here. "So you said you came in through the trees?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, the paramedic found you over there by the stage." They're looking at you expectedly.

"The girl," you let it slip. "There was a uh, girl up on the stage. She looked like she was in trouble. I uh, thought I could save her."

The older man writes quickly in his pad, but the younger just nods and looks to where you found the girl earlier. "Well there was no one up there when we got here. No body, no blood. So looks like she got through alright."

You take a deep breath, "Well that's good."

"Mhm." They ask a few more questions, tidying up your story. For the most part, you keep it together pretty well, playing down your actions. Not giving away too much. You ran to try and get her, the bugs became too much. You fell. You blacked out. They seem to be satisfied with your answers. "Well, Mr. Pierson. Here are our cards. And if you can think of anything, anything at all about what happened, give us a call and let us know. Do good by yourself, alright. Go home and get some rest. We'll call ya if we have any more questions." With that, the two detectives leave you behind, going off to talk to someone else, or check for evidence or whatever it is they do, and you're left alone again.

>Action?

Sorry about that. Ended up being a bit longer than I'd expected.

>Detective Nicci

>>16775961
Douche

>>16775956
We must be exhausted.

Let's get some food!

What was Santoni's real name? Doesn't matter, let's visit him and get some nice pizza

>>16775961
That's how I was picturing him, yeah
>>16775956

Alright, so that worked out well.

Real quick, guys, I've never understood the whole "oh man I gotta hide my superpowers from the eeeeeevil gub'ment" thing. I figure, if a guy came to the government with demonstrable superpowers, and actively participated in research, there wouldn't really be any problems.

Anyway, I suggest we do what >>16775987
says.

rolled 85 = 85

>>16775956
Until now I thought the government could actually help us, sooner or later.

Now I'm fearing the removal of our inner organs.

>>16775956
What do their cards say? Where do they belong? FBI? Just plain investigators?

Anyway, that wasn't so bad. What time is it? How tired are we? I'd think we should head home and probably send a call to Wolf and maybe ask how he is. Also look up the news.

Do we still have our stuff? I remember buying some books on sewing and fashion and stuff.

So these two were investigating that bank robbery earlier, and now this plus who knows what else. Yeah, I think they know that super power stuff is going on.

rolled 16 = 16

we should go search for that girl, she might be the one who saved us.

if we dont go and look for her today, we should tommorow.

rolled 85 = 85

>>16775956
We need to regain our strength again while getting the heck out from the park. Getting some food would likely do the trick.

rolled 4 = 4

>>16775995
Yeah, here in Sweden the gov. would be my first place to go.

But I actually understand why Americans distrust their government, I has a pretty untrustworthy history. Red Scare, Enchanted Interrogation and everything.

>>16775995
You have no idea how manipulative the government can be.
I am not a conspiracy theorist at all, but the things they do which they themselves openly state is true would make your flesh crawl.

They're coldhearted, bub.


Also, genre savvy

>>16776011
Their cards says Det. Thomas Nicci, NYPD, 3rd Precinct, and Det. Barry Bronson, NYPD, 3rd Precinct. They're both Robbery/Homicide, and there are phone numbers and email addresses for both of them.

Your books you left on the ground by where you entered, you can pick them up on your way.

rolled 45 = 45

>>16776044
>Robbery/Homicide
>NYPD

Ahahaha, yeah right.

Take them anyway, might come in handy. Look for nourishment, the hands of death demands fast food!

>>16776044
Wait, why is Homicide out here?
How would they know people were being murdered?

>>16776044
Thank god, not FBI (yet). I was about to suggest we check every single phone we use for bugs from now on. If they check up our credit history we could turn deeply suspicious. We need to contact wolfy to et him know that some investigators may knock on his door.

I just realized I titled this as 3, when it's actually part 4. Fuck.

Anyway, post will be up in a few minutes.

rolled 81 = 81

>>16776044
Hey, do we look like the picture, not as white of course but maybe albino? Cause I always picture Francois like that.

>>16776076

Well, there ARE dead people here. I figure once the first "OH MY GOD THERE ARE BUGS THEY'RE SWARMING OH GOD I CAN'T FIND MY DAUGHTER" call came in, their first reaction was to send in Homicide, considering everything else that's been going on.

rolled 25 = 25

>>16776091

i pictured francois like that dude in the bunny costume from donny darko to be honest.

Go home,. we have a new couch to meet.

>>16776150
I picture him as that skinny either long hair or a bit balding, but generally immature guy wearing black metal T-shirts. Possibly also ginger and some scruffy beard thing.

>>16776150
I picture him as a member from one of the few Quebecois bands I know of.
Pic related. The one all the way on the left, specifically.

rolled 85 = 85

or... he could look like jay.

You get out of the ambulance and stretch your legs. It feels just like when you woke up after taking down John yesterday. If you keep doing this Superhero shit, you're going to have to get into better shape. And as we all know, the key to getting into shape is eating pizza. Greasy, delicious pizza. Your stomach rumbles in agreement, and you walk away from this grisly, and quite skin crawling scene. There are already newsvans parked on the walkways when you gather your books and head towards the street. They're trying to get as close as they can, but police are doing pretty well to keep them out. So much shit has been happening these past few days. Just the ones that you know about must have been using up police resources faster than they can count. If it keeps up like this . . .

You put the thought out of your mind and hop on a bus. Pulling out your phone, you see it's still early in the afternoon, not even two yet. You wonder about the possibility that the cops will check in on you, and maybe they'll notice the 10k deposit you got from John. It makes sense to give him a call and tell him what's up. It goes directly to voice mail, and thinking better of it, you opt not to leave a message. You'll call him back later.

Santoni's is just as busy as usual when you walk inside. No mysterious void. No burning pizza smell. " 'Eeey Franky. You decide to come into to work today?"

You smile and shake your head. "Nah, I just had to get a slice though."

>Continued.

>>16776233
Santoni nods silently, turning around and getting some pepperoni for you. "You're cutting it real thin here kid. You better be in here tomorrow by noon if you want to keep your job." He slides it in front of you.

"Sure thing, Boss." You take a big bite and savor the flavor. It tastes good, and it feels even better to finally get something in your stomach. You take the time to thumb through the books you got. The tailor and sewing books are boring, but the modern fashion one gives you a few ideas. If you find yourself seriously thinking about making a costume and going out to lurk the streets, these will probably come in handy.

You're finishing up the crust, wiping the grease off of the paper plate and chomping down when you hear the front door open. You take a casual look, like you always do. Force of habit maybe. Never anything of import or person of note. Like always. Just another kid coming in for pizza.

Wait. Wait one fucking second. Oh god damn it! Fuck. FUCK! Short. Skinny. Grey stained sweatshirt. Bowl cut. Big eyes. That. Fucking. Kid.

>Action?

Honestly, Francois looks however you guys want him to.

>>16776208
Average Human certainly uses the word "fuck" enough.

>>16776255

Pretend not to notice him. Follow him out.

rolled 36 = 36

>>16776255

i think we should casually greet that kid, thank him for sending him an hour back and offering him some pizza.

>>16776281
This.

"Hey kid. Thanks for the other day. Want some pizza?"

>>16776280 here

>>16776281
Actually, yeah, this is a better idea.

>>16776255
He's going to use time travel shenanigans to send everyone back and steal the pizza. I say we greet him before he manages to do it.

Maybe he'll think we're reality warpers or some shit for finding him again.

>>16776305
We have a chance to get sent back again. We could knock the bug guy out. This time it'd be harder though... we have no idea who he is, we only know the girl.

rolled 11 = 11

Not on the front page? Not on my watch.

rolled 55 = 55

you still there more than human?

rolled 18 = 18

You turn away, looking in mild shock that this punk came back here. Well, it's free pizza. And it does taste pretty good. Not the best in the city, but come on, it's pizza. This kid did inadvertently let you stop John in time though.

You turn back around, looking for the kid. You're lucky. He hasn't done . . . whatever it is he does yet. He's still just standing around by the front door. Taking a gulp, you decide to run with it. Getting out of your chair, you make like you're heading towards the door to leave when you stop beside him. "Hey kid." You get his attention. He looks at you for, wondering what you want. "Thanks for the other day. Want some pizza?"

Realization dawns on him. You're you. I mean, you're the guy he, who yesterday. "Shit." He mutters. Seems he likes that word.

"Hey, hey, don't worry. I'm not man, I'm not mad. Alright?" You try your best to placate him, but how well it works, you're not so sure.

>Continued.

rolled 21 = 21

>>16776255
See if he reacts to us. If he do, call him over like we'd seen him before, but don't know his name... like John.

And give a "kid we seriously need to talk"-look. However you do that.

>>16776421
He looks at you, surprised. Then to OLD MAN SANTONI, BACK BEHIND THE COUNTER, SLAVIN' AWAY ON THAT DELICIOUS PIZZA THAT COULD BE FREE, and then back to the door, as if deciding whether to run or not. In the end, he looks back at you. "Wh- what do you want?"

"Well, that's better. Come on, let me buy you some pizza this time." You head over to a booth and he follows, taking a seat. A short trip to the back later, and you return with a slice of pepperoni and another full of all kinds of meat and vegetables. You slide them both in front of the kid and sit across from him. He looks at you hesitantly, but soon reaches out, taking a tentative bite of the combination.

"So," he says between mouthfuls. Well not really. His mouth is still pretty full, but you can understand him pretty well. "Whuh do you wahnt?"

>Action?

rolled 41 = 41

>>16776461
Basically tell him what happened. He knows that he has powers so we won't sound so crazy. Emphasis on so.

rolled 74 = 74

>>16776461

you remember when you send me an hour back in time right?

well thanks to that, i could stop this guy in a metro station from turning in to a werewolf, and killing lots of people.

>>16776461
Congratulations, bub. You saved half a dozen people getting ripped to shreds by sending me back in time. There was a guy who turned into a werewolf, and I managed to stop him thanks to you.

I'm Francois. Mind telling me your name, mate?

>>16776461
"I'd just like to talk and maybe ask for a favor..."

"Do you know what you actually did last time we met? And could you do it again?"

rolled 33 = 33

>>16776504
I'm... split, about this idea.

>>16776504
Do we want to go back in time? We're still not sure if we can even find the bug guy, and it might cause a paradox.
I say focus on maybe recruiting him for our future super team instead of trying more time shenanigans right now.

rolled 14 = 14

>>16776504

we should ask him how far he can send someone back in time. if whe know we could save those people in the park.

>>16776504here
>>16776527
Yeah, I don't want to go back yet, but I'd like to know the limits of his power. I mean, he hasn't robbed any other store yet. He wouldn't have cared about the free pizza then.

Also, telling him how we stopped the werewolf would be cool.

>>16776481

This.

BUT

Not here. We're in public, for chrissakes. Tell him we'd just like to talk about what he did before or something. Once we're in private, we can talk in specifics.

You let him eat for a minute, formulating your words. Planning out your little spiel here. What to say, what to say? Well, from the beginning, you figure. "Listen, okay. We both know you can do . . . something special. Now, I don't know how it works, but I can do something too. It's not the same. Not nearly. It's just something that I can do. And I have a pretty good idea of why we can do these 'things'."

You give him a quick history on your experience outside the warehouse, the dust, the smoke, the journey home half dazed. The things you can do. You keep your voice pretty low during all of this, naturally. The kid just stares at you, chewing like a cow.

"And then yesterday, I come in here and see you. And no one else. Then all of a sudden, you send me back an hour into the past." With this, he sits up in his seat, his back straight, his face contorted. He swallows down his bite, perhaps a bit too soon, struggling to force it down.

"Wait, what? No I didn't. I just sent you away."

>Continued.

>>16776665
"What?" You lean forward, trying to make up the distance, you elbows pressing into the tabletop.

"I sent you away. Just like the rest of them."

"What?" You shake your head. Does he not know? "Listen," you whisper across from him. "I'm completely serious here. You sent me back in time an hour. Everyone else was here, you were gone. I don't know how you did it, but you did." You lean back. "And it was good, too. Because since you did that, I was able to stop something. Something pretty bad."

The kid shakes his head. "You're full of it."

"Am I?" You ask. "Is it so difficult to believe? You seem pretty cool about being able to 'send people away' for a while. Why not believe that you just sent them back a little bit?" He looks at you for a bit. Then around the restaurant. He does a full sweep, it seems. Taking in the entire place. When he looks back to you, he's smiling.

"Really?" You can't believe it, but a moment later and he's gone. Vanished. Shit! You take a look around. Everyone else is there. People are still talking. Still eating. Santoni's still cooking up some pies. You check the time on your phone and the clock on the wall and it all matches up. It's just him. He's gone. God damn it. You feel like you could punch yourself. He really didn't know what he was doing then? Well it seems obvious that he does now.

"Damn it!" You smack your hand on the table in frustration. There's movement that catches your eye, and a little pair of legs come shuffling out from behind the parmesan shaker. Four pairs of legs, actually. A little spider, the size of your thumb nail. Once out in the open, it stops in place, it's little eyes facing towards you, motionless.

>Action?

>>16776665
"Well it was definitely an hour into the past. So you sent me away an hour before."

rolled 88 = 88

smile and wave at it.

>>16776675
Watch it, but also watch to see if that evil bug guy is gonna show up.

>>16776675
Next time, we kill that fucking punk.

Goddamn I hate these kinds of kids.


Look towards the spider. It's probably a red herring of yours, but we could use a spider bro.

Sink your head to the level of the table and just look at the spider for a bit

>>16776675
>>16776665
That sonovabitch! I knew he didn't know what he could do.

I like the kid though.

Anyway. It's probably the bug guy's spy. I wonder if saying "no hard feelings?" to a spider would be weird.

rolled 15 = 15

>>16776675
"Well, hey motherfucker. And just what do you want?"

>>16776675
Stare back at the spider. It's not a threat, so don't attack it yet.
If any more show up, 'disable' them as gently as is feasible, but leave this one alone.
Lets see if we can contact bug dude.

>>16776717
Also maybe "Sorry bout your bros".

rolled 1 = 1

>>16776696
Khorne doesn't lie.

>>16776675
this could be that bug-man's scout.

Do we want to face him again?

rolled 90 = 90

wait guys, do spiders count as insects?

rolled 16 = 16

>>16776742
REVENGE!

rolled 66 = 66

>>16776763
Nope, eight legs.

>>16776763
They're arachnids

rolled 77 = 77

>>16776777

then its not him right?

You can't believe what just happened with that fucking punk, but you've already moved past it. For the moment at least. You're focused on this spider now. Maybe you're feeling a bit paranoid after this god damn morning of yours, but you feel it can't hurt to take a little precaution.

You slink down in your seat, getting a little bit closer to the spider. It doesn't move away. It just keeps 'watching' you, if you could call it that. Is that bug fucker controlling this thing? Is he spying on you? Shit, if he was, did he just hear all the things you told that kid? Damn. You look around the pizzeria for signs of anyone suspicious. The other booths, the counter, outside the window. Nothing catches your eye.

You look back to the spider. Your hand raises slowly, your fingers twirling front to back in a miniature wave. You bite your tongue, staring into its many eyes. If this is a scout, then maybe that guy is watching you right now. ""Well, hey motherfu-"

SPLAT! There's a bang as Mr. Santoni's big greasy Irish hand comes down on the arachnid, ending it's existence. "Fuckin' spiders." He wipes his hand on his apron, looking down at you in your seat. "So Franky, you gonna come in tomorrow, or do I gotta look fer anudder delivery guy?"

You can not believe that just happened.

>Action?

rolled 45 = 45

>>16776792
KEEP THE JOB OH GOD WE DON'T WANT TO LOSE OUR FANCY NEW BED AND TABLE!!!

>>16776792
"Uh, yeah boss. I'll be here."

The money we have is useful but hardly enough to sustain us for very long.

We should invest what we have, but that might actually be dumb because of all the bank robberies that will come.

rolled 21 = 21

>>16776792

well damn.

promise santoni that you will come tomorrow

rolled 85 = 85

>>16776792
"HA!

Also yah I'll come in tomorrow boss man boss."

>>16776792
I actually don't want to leave Santoni hanging. Tell him we are sorry, but we can't continue like this. Our life just got very complicated (and we got 10k on our account anyway... minus a comfy bed. Should be enough for a while).

>>16776829
We have like 6400 or so. I live in Denmark where that isn't enough for more than a few months.

We could always get an other job, but what what would that be?

Not like anyone needs a prog metal bassist nowadays

>>16776845
Should find job in a massage parlor.

We've got magic hands that put you at ease.

rolled 77 = 77

>>16776879
Not a bad idea.

>>16776879

Hahaha, wow, that's actually a good idea. We should check to see if we can actually use our powers like that though. That girl in our apartment building; we will test it on her.

rolled 62 = 62

>>16776879
Maybe too relaxed...

rolled 19 = 19

>>16776792
We quit our job, and those suits watching us are just going to get more suspicious. Stay the course.

>>16776912
As I recall, we tried to make her "feel good" before, but that was before we understood our power fully. Maybe we could stimulate her nerves though, now that we know better

>>16776942
How about we don't, since we want to fuck Amy reaaaally bad, and shocking her without knowing whether it works is sort of detrimental to that goal

>>16776912
>>16776929
I'm actually suspecting we have some kind of contact-telepathy, being able to send "orders" on touch... all our orders so far were "die" or "sleep". Maybe we could try "relax".

I mean, being the equivalent of a tazer with a strong battery is kind of a lame power.

rolled 93 = 93

>>16776953
We do?

rolled 10 = 10

>>16776953
>we want to fuck Amy reaaaally bad

yeah no bro.
i killed her cat, i would be constantly reminded about that fact.

we should look for a girl with superpowers and fuck her.

>>16776958
You didn't read the first thread I see.

We tried pleasant thoughts, nothing happened. We're only able to kill kill kill kill

rolled 19 = 19

>>16776978
>Be invited to her bedroom
>Remember her cat
>>Cry during secks

>>16776978
It was established as soon as we met her.

Also, superpowered chicks suck. Have you ever fucked an honor roll student? Probably not. They're total bitches unless you can prove you're superior. Even then you have to constantly defend your position as the alpha genius.


Fucking superiority complex errywhere

>>16776993
>>16776978
Francois don't give no shits bout no cats, yo

>ofw killing the cat

rolled 96 = 96

>>16777004
It really isn't worth it.

You let out a small laugh at the situation with the spider and nod to the old man. "Yeah Boss, I'll be here."

He nods, looking around, "Good, good. Cuz I wasn't lookin' forward to trainin' anudder screw up on how ta deliver my famous pizza." He pats you on the shoulder before walking back to the ovens.

You take a moment to take in what just happened, letting the paranoia about the spider pass you by. Getting out of the booth and getting ready to leave, you reach down from to pick up your phone and are surprised to find a piece of paper folded neatly in half, letters bleeding partially though and barely visible. It's beside your phone, and right in front of where you were sitting. It definitely wasn't there a second ago. You look around and pick it up, opening to read what's written.

'THANKS FOR THE PIZZA, ASSHOLE!'

Son of a bitch. You look around, trying to find if that bastard is watching you. No sign of him. You're about to crumple up the paper when suddenly another line appears directly beneath the other. It too, wasn't there before.

"AND THE MONEY"

Shit. You check your wallet, and sure enough, the few hundred dollars you'd withdrawn are now gone. Little fucker learned pretty quick.

>Continued.

>>16777028

You walk out of Santoni's feeling a raw mixture of anger and depression. Is this what every day is going to be like from now on? Maniacs causing shit all over the place and little punks fucking with you? You could do without that.

Heading down the street with little goal in mind save getting back home, you feel your phone buzz. Picking it up, you're surprised. A voice message. You don't even remember your phone ringing. You check your box and find a message from John. 'Francois. This is John Wolfowitz. I saw that you called earlier. I was in a meeting and could not talk. So why don't you come by my apartment tonight and we will talk.' He recites his address and tells you a time when he'll be there, still hours from now, if you want to actually go. But that can wait. You have furniture arriving soon.

You arrive there soon and sit among your half ruined apartment reading through your books. It seems easy enough to do, you figure. Every comic book guy makes his own costume, it seems. Can't be too hard. An hour later there's a knock at your door and the delivery men get to bringing in your new furniture. They even take away your old broken shit. You thank them offering beers, which they gladly accept, taking the bottles and handing you a copy of the receipt. When they're gone, you look back at your apartment. You feel like the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.

>Action?

rolled 48 = 48

>>16777004

what about a confused teenage/adolescent girl then?

>>16777032
Sure, that works.
As long as she's over 15. Age of consent and all that.

rolled 13 = 13

>>16777028
The urge to murder rises...

>>16777031
Wait when did we call?

Anyway... TIMESKI... no wait, look for bugs and spiders and shit.

rolled 87 = 87

>>16777031

pass time and then go to john.

we should also make a stupid "NO JOHN YOU ARE THE DEMONS"joke for shits and giggles.

rolled 93 = 93

>>16777031
That little nigger is getting himself killed, but how the hell did he rob us if he went back in time? Oh well

I say we start drawing up concepts for a costume.

rolled 29 = 29

>>16777031
>>16777028
Motherfucking kids and their time powers...back in my day, we walked forward through times uphill both ways in a blizzard!

Anyway, if we have at least two or more hours before we need to go there, let's set our alarm and take a nap. If not, read up on our comics, then head over to John's house.

rolled 91 = 91

>>16777031
Can't be to hard to make a costume. Maybe something is all black, with little doodads sticking out of our head.

We will be The Taser!

Or The Tazor! Z is a cool letter.

>>16777031
>>16777028
Join a gym.

If we get some proper ass cardio, we'll be kings of the universe.

Also, I bet the fact that we have so incredibly draining powers allows us to lose weight pretty efficiently, so no worrying about fatty foods anymore

rolled 97 = 97

>>16777044


A-okay with that dude.

>>16777066
I think it'd be better if we just went around with an elephant mask in our pocket.

A lot easier to wear, a lot less conspicuous and a fuckton cheaper.

rolled 61 = 61

>>16777044
This works very well for me.

Okay, so that little shit just went Hiro on us?

FFS.

I want to punch him in the face now. We invite him for a pizza and that's what we get?

Kid, you ain't cool no more.

Anyway, check for bugs. Both the living and the not so living kind. I don't think the feds are involved yet, but just in case.

rolled 85 = 85

>>16777066

we dont have to look like a faggot.
all black is okay but nothing that draws attention.

also, we should totally pick up martial arts.
doing kicks and open palm attacks that cause paralysis sounds cool in my ears.

>>16777080
>>16777069
Wait, I forgot Americans can't fuck anyone below 18

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Serves you right you perfectly normal people with a slightly different mindset in terms of sexuality and maturity

>>16777075
Why not just wear a creepy horse mask?

rolled 56 = 56

>>16777100

not american bro, i am dutch. its 16 here.

rolled 17 = 17

>>16777100
It's 16 here in Arkansas.

rolled 22 = 22

>>16777095
We're a superhero. Of course we have to look like a faggot. If you're not waring a stupid costume with a bunch of doo-dads, then what's the fucking point?

Good.
I hope this learns us not to be friendly with every supernatural freak.

Also, why the fuck are we taking the responsibility of a vigilante? We have powers, yes, which are pretty lame considering... but why the ever loving fuck are we "partolling" and trying to make a superhero costume.

FFS, keep you head in real world people!
If you want to play hero when you see someone in trouble, fine! Just don't walk around in bright suit and actively seek for trouble.

There is being "Good" and there is being "Stupid Good"
Like the thing with the kid. We knew he was amoral asshole but still went and told how his powers work. Good fucking jib everyone. Now we have a villain who actually knows how to use his powers.

>>16777106
How the fuck would you conceal that?

Actually, that's one of the biggest problems with superhero costumes. It makes no fucking sense to have one that is so complex and covers the entire body.
It takes a long while to put on, you can't walk around with it in public and it is incredibly easy to have it RIP AND TEAR

>>16777123
>>16777123
>>16777123
>>16777123


Whoa hold the fuck up, where in Arkansas? I thought I was all alone in this horrible place

>>16777100
I think 16 is the age of consent, actually. But only if you're not over 18, or something? It's a little odd and doesn't stop teenagers doing it anyway.

rolled 50 = 50

>>16777125

deadpool doesn't look like a faggot in his costume though.

rolled 54 = 54

I'm actually voting against super-costume, dosen't fit with the setting so far imo.

Alright, so sweep for bugs, nap, go to John's place?

rolled 38 = 38

>>16777132
I'm in Bumfuck, it's just south of Nowhere.

On a serious note I'm in Wilmot.

rolled 18 = 18

>>16777150

i am cool with that.

>>16777127
Because it's character progression.

Francois has just discovered he's got fucking superpowers.
Didn't you always wish as a child that you could do something that no one else could?

Well Francois just got his dreams fulfilled. It's a character arc.

This isn't about min-maxing, y'know

rolled 26 = 26

>>16777150
Nap, then John's place.

>>16777150
Eventually join a gym/learn some martial arts a la Jade Empire/Fallout's paralyzing palm techniques, yeah

>>16777155

Bawwww, no one is ever from Pine Bluff. Oh well, at least I know someone is suffering with me in this horrible state

If we go the hero route we should just wear something like this.

rolled 6 = 6

>>16777177
It helps if you don't talk to the people and just fuck around in the woods.

>>16777142
I don't think you fully appreciate how difficult it is to get a costume to fit like that in real life.
There was one smoking hot redhead with a deadpool costume too, but she doesn't count because she wasn't wearing the mask and because tits

Pic related, it's how we would look with even a minimalist costume

rolled 86 = 86

>>16777182

fucking perfect! this shit man.

rolled 85 = 85

>>16777182
A thousand times this, except we should put some kind of metal in the palm of the gloves. That way it'll be more conductive.

>>16777182
Seconding this. Practical costume is ideal.

>>16777182
Hate it.
Come on, it's so fucking obvious that we're the ones who're wearing the goddamned thing if someone sees us.

I'm against any kind of costume because our power works best on people that don't expect it.

But if we must... yeah, that ninja hoodie is cool. I have a military version kinda like that.

rolled 51 = 51

>>16777212
Hand them out to random people on the street, but keep one in particular for you.

rolled 14 = 14

>>16777222
Double trips....

>>16777227
...
......
Oka.....
Okay, let me just ask you a very simple question.


Working as a pizza delivery guy, how the fuck do you expect us to be able to afford enough goddamned costumes for the entire fucking block?

rolled 14 = 14

>>16777258
We have 10000 dollars.

>>16777251
And I wasted it! DAMMIT!

rolled 45 = 45

>>16777258
That'll put us out like...what?

500-1000 bucks?

We can afford it.

>>16777267
Not anymore we don't!

Hiro kid stole it.

rolled 23 = 23

>>16777284
He stole a few hundred dollars.

Not all of it.

>>16777267
>>16777281
We've got 10000-3500-however much we lost at the pizza parlor.

Why the fuck should we waste it when we can just carry around a fucking mask?

rolled 31 = 31

guys... lets go further with the story okay? we can decide on a costume later.

rolled 59 = 59

>>16777295
Let's say we have 6300 dollars.

And simply because it's badass.

You have some time before John set up to meet with you, and you're feeling pretty tired. It has been a long day, after all. That little fucking bastard. You are going to kick the shit out of him if you find him, you're sure of it.

But for now, you need some sleep. Not too much, you still want to meet with John and tell him what's happening. About the cops. The money. You head into your room, ready to get a little nap in when you remember the spider. Could there be more spies? More little "bugs".

Paranoia or no, you're not taking any chances. You walk around with a rolled up magazine, checking corners and cabinets, under carpets and counter tops for anything. There's a daddy long legs up in the corner of your bathroom, but it's been there for weeks. Still, you're taking no chances and it takes a trip down the toilet. While there, you take a mighty piss, one you realize you've held in for a while, and head off to nap.

It feels like it was all too short when your alarm wakes you. Eight PM, but it sure as dick doesn't feel like it. You wake yourself up and put on a jacket, grabbing a banana to eat on the way.

>Continued.

>>16777311

Again, you run into Amy. It's becoming a habit. She's walking with her head down and nearly bumps into you again. "Hey now," you say, grabbing her attention.

"Oh!" She takes a few steps back. "Oh, sorry again."

"You okay, Amy?" You ask. She's got a rolled up sheet of paper in her hand, and looks down at it before answering.

"Uh, yeah. Well, no. I got my grade for my self portrait."

"Oh. How'd you do?"

"I got a D. Minus." She looks sad, maybe on the verge of tears.

"Oh, hey. Don't worry. I'm sure it was great."

Her ears perk up and she looks at you pleadingly. "Really? You think?"

"Sure." Why not? It could be after all.

"Wanna see it?"

"Uh, I've gotta go actu . . ." Her mopy face returns. "Yeah, sure. Love to."

"Great! Hold on." She sets her purse down and takes the rolled sheet in hand, unrolling it. Spread wide, she steps to the side, presenting it to you. "What do you think?"

"Uh . . . I love it?"

She smiles wider than you've seen before. "Really!? Thanks!" She wraps her arms around you, hugging you roughly. "Well, I've gotta go. Maybe I can do a portrait for you some time." She picks up her purse and bounces off down to her apartment, heading inside. Well that was something.

>Continued.

>>16777318
John lives downtown, in a large, tall building. The doorman lets you in after buzzing John's apartment, and you take the elevator to the 30th floor. John answers his door still in a suit, and lets you inside. He must have been acting pretty damn modest when he said he did alright. This place bigger than King Kong's dick, and is at least three times more luxurious. "Wow," is all you can say. No wonder he could afford writing you off for Ten Thousand.

John shuts the door behind you, locking it. Security conscious, you guess. "Alright, Francois. So what is it?"

>Action?

rolled 77 = 77

>>16777321

tell him about the bugs and that little twerp..

>>16777321
"Hey John, have you considered your view on the whole, learning to use your new power thing? I think it might come in handy...

I was at the park today, for no specific reason, and then ((tell him about the whole situation. Emphasis on people dying because you just weren't there fast enough, but managed to save many more from death by bugs because you used your jazz hands))

On a side note, the kid who sent me back earlier in time is a massive cunt"

rolled 78 = 78

>>16777318

rolled 4 = 4

>>16777321
Start with the bugs; that's the biggest event of our day.

Then, tie that in with the detectives, which then leads to the bank robberies.

Finally, end with the kid.

Shake our head and recline on his couch.

"Today's been...something else."

>>16777321
We should've just called him back.

Anyway, tell him what happened in the park and with time kid and that he should be careful and make a story up if/when the cops ask why he gave 10 grand to some random guy.

Also ask if he's alright.

>>16777339
Oh! Oh! Remember to tell him that the detectives were there pretty damned fast and we might have to be discrete now, but try with all your might now to sound paranoid

>>16777349
WHAT IF THERE'S A BUG ON OUR PHONE; YO
FEDS GON' BUMRAPE US IN PRISON MAN
I CAN'T GO BACK TO GUANTANAMO
I CAN'T

>>16777318
Dat
Fukkin
Picture

rolled 86 = 86

>>16777321
Tell him about the bugs and the time shit.

>>16777339
Tell him you wanted to check up and see how he is faring.

Then the shit with the bugs.

Actually, you just wanted to see how he is doing.

rolled 84 = 84

>>16777388

seconded.

rolled 49 = 49

>>16777339
This

Almost done.

John gets you both a couple of drinks, and you sit down on a large couch in front of a window bigger than your bed, while he stands. The city looks like . . . you ever see that movie Tron? Anyway, you both take gentlemanly sips as you begin to talk. You ask first how he's doing now. It's only been a day, but he says he got some sleeping pills from his doctor and some heavy duty tranquilizers. It cost him a few thousand to keep things quiet, but he figures if they don't do the job, nothing will. He actually feels pretty okay tonight. After work he went to the gym and pumped some iron for a while. Ran some laps. Took a hot shower. It really relaxed him.

That's good you figure. He should be relaxed. It might help him think. Because the two of you might have some trouble. You begin with Central Park, telling him of the ungodly hordes of insects and how you managed to stop them. It felt good to be able to save a few people's lives. It's almost like you're getting used to it since the last few days. But you wish you'd gotten there earlier. You describe in vague terms the aftermath of the whole ordeal. The bodies across the ground. The near death experience.

>Continued.

>>16777582
"Are you okay?" He asks, concerned.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. I will be at least." You finish your first drink and set the glass down. "But the detectives might be a problem. They were there pretty fast and seemed a bit interested in me. I don't know if I'm just being paranoid or what. Maybe they talked to everyone else like that, I don't know?"

"Well who else was there?"

"Oh, uh. Some people who ran away. There was a woman. She was pretty shaken up. Terrified actually. Kind of like a coma, but awake, you know?"

"Mhm. My mother was like that. Just add a cocktail dress and a few black eyes every now and then." He says sardonically, sipping at his drink and looking out the window. "Anyone else?"

"Yeah, a cop. He shot into the bug, but they got him. He lived, you know. But he was pretty cut up."

"And then there's you?"

"And then there's me."

"And about you?" He sets his glass down and refills it.

"What about me?" You're not sure what he's getting at.

"Well look at you. Not a scratch." You feel your face. Your arms. Damn it. He's right. You hadn't thought of that earlier. Hadn't even crossed your mind. "Well maybe they'll just chalk that up to luck."

>Continued.

>>16777594
You shake your head. "Hope so." You get a refill and keep talking. "I saw them at the First National, too. The one that was robbed."

"By the Rock guy?"

"Yeah."

"Did they see you there?"

"No, I don't think so. I wasn't able to poke around or anything. But that's part of why I'm here, too. The ten thousand. If they get interested in me, and see that I suddenly got some cash from you, that's just going to open up a whole new mess of things."

He sets down his glass and cross his arms. "So we need a reason why I would give you ten thousand dollars?"

"Pretty much."

"Shit." He sits down in a chair. His face is indecipherable. "This isn't good." You're both pretty quiet for a while, until he breaks the silence, asking, "Do you have any skills?"

You think, shaking your head. "N- Wait. Yeah. Oh shit yeah! Fuck yeah!"

"What? What is it?"

"I can play music."

"You can?"

"Yeah. I was the bass player in FenderHaus. We were a progressive metal band." John does not look impressed. "Trust me. I'm pretty good. So if anyone asks, you hired me to play for a party or something."

He doesn't look particularly happy, but he shrugs his shoulders. "I guess it'll have to work." He takes your glasses to the kitchen, setting them next to the sink. "Sounds like you had quite the day."

>Continued.

>>16777605
"That's not even the half of it," you say, shaking your head. "You remember how I told you some kid sent me back in time? That's how I was able to stop you before?"

He comes back into the living room, his face concerned. "Yeeeeah?"

"Well that kid is a fucking cunt." You explain the situation between you two, and John shakes his head in disbelief. "I swear, if I find him I'm gonna wring his neck."

John is still looking dazed. "I can't believe some of this shit still. You know? I mean, I believe you. I've seen this happening. I paid attention to the news this morning for the first time in a while. Things are going crazy all over this city. But time travel? Really?" He rolls up his sleeves. "I guess all bets are off."

It's getting late, and you've told John everything you've planned to. What's left is up to you.

>Action?

Okay, I have no idea what next. Ask John maybe what plans he has, then start heading home.

rolled 87 = 87

>>16777613

i guess we should go back home so we can work tomorrow.

>>16777613
Ask him about whether he's going to try to get control of his werewolf thingy.

It's good that he's calm, but if he can learn to control it, maybe it won't be a problem any more?

rolled 5 = 5

>>16777613
Gay buttsecks.

No, instead talk to him about the costume so he'll tell you it's retarded and hopefully that will discourage us from getting any costume.

But, after that wish him a good night and go practice your power, maybe work out some.

rolled 84 = 84

>>16777613
Speak with John about his furball problem. Ask him if he's in the mood for trying to manage it again, and, if he is, then help him. Hopefully, the more he does it, the more he'll remember about the experience until he's able to stay conscious and in-control during the whole process.

>>16777613
Not in his house!

>>16777656
>>16777724
Not the time. Maybe once things cool down we can like, rent a barn and go down for a weekend and get his fursona worked out. For now, he is kinda high on tranqs. He seems to be an actually normal person which means that he does NOT want to become a vigilante and endanger himself and others in the process.

A few more words can't hurt, you figure. "So," you start. "The wolf. Do you think you'll try to control it? Or just keep it at bay?"

John waves his glass around, pointing indiscriminately around his home. "Look Francois. Look at this." He shakes his head, trying to take a sip while doing so. "This is all mine. Do you think I could have done this if I was turning into a god damn werewolf whenever there was a full moon, or when I got mad or whatever? No god damn way. From here on, until the day I die, I am going to keep being me, and only me. And that's that. As far as I'm concerned, this," he grabs at his chest, thumping it a few times, "this isn't real. And I'm gonna make sure it stays that way."

You try to counter this, "But what if you can't? What if for all this, it keeps happening, and you break loose?"

"It's not gonna happen," he assures you. "I've got it under control."

You have your doubts, quite obviously, but you leave it at that for the time being, and try to change the subject. "So what do you think about me going out there and doing something? I mean, I can stop a mugger pretty well. Even stopped a few of us supers." You smile at the thought. "Maybe I'll put on a costume. A mask, you know."

John looks at you with surprise. "Are you joking? You'll get killed! If not by some fucking, thirty foot rock monster, some cops are gonna shoot you down."

"Eh, I'll get a bullet proof vest."

John shakes his head. "You're ridiculous." He's seeming pretty drunk.

>Action?

>>16777763
No, but he can learn to control the process which means he won't have to be tranqed.

Also, we weren't going to practice in the fucking apartment, yo. Just suggest it.

rolled 60 = 60

>>16777774
"Well, if you have everything under control, then I guess I'll take my leave. 'Good seeing you John."

Head back home and sleep. We'll need to be up bright and early for work to make a good impression on our boss.

>>16777774
"Yeah, I was mostly joking man. Relax. A costume would be ridiculous.

Still, I think you should reconsider about the whole transformation thing. It's your life and I'm not going to tell you what to do with it, but you have to admit, not being dead should be a pretty big incentive. Remember, if that kid hadn't sent me back in time I had to..."

Leave it at that. Give a toast to absurdity and leave.

>>16777774
Have a few more drinks, head for home, go to work in the morning and if you see that kid mug the hell out of him.

>>16777774

"It's just - everyone wants to feel like they affect the world, right? Without these powers I'm a goddamned pizza boy with a bass, that's it. Then I got...whatever it is that I have, and within two days, I've saved lives. I've helped people. But Look, maybe it's different for you; with how much you've got, you don't need to do what I have to, to change things. But when you're like me - well, this seems like my chance to really make things better. Maybe not as a superhero - maybe you're right, that's a little much. But at least I can keep on doing what I've been doing."

rolled 73 = 73

I just realized we can play electric guitar anywhere without an amp.

>>16777881
I'm not entirely sure our power is electrical in nature. But if it is, fucking awesome.

>>16777895
>>16777881
It's not electrical.
Aside from that, you don't fucking play an electric guitar by pumping electricity into it, that's not how it works goddamn
Do you think an amp just shoots lightning into your axe while you're playing?

rolled 37 = 37

>>16777895
We could get SO MUCH MONEY just sitting on the corner playing electric guitar without an amp.

People would give us money and be like "Holy shit bro how you do that?"

rolled 92 = 92

It's is largely dependent on a magnetically induced electrical signal, generated by the vibration of metal strings near sensitive pickups. The signal is then "shaped" on its path to the amplifier by using a range of effect devices or circuits that modify the tone and characteristics of the signal. The amplifiers and speakers used also add coloration to the final sound.

If we practiced enough it could work.

>>16777955
The fact that you can recite that yet not know that it wouldn't work speaks volumes of your knowledge.
http://entertainment.howstuffworks.com/electric-guitar.htm
Read that through before you wonder whether it'd work

"Alright," you say, taking your drink. It's definitely been a long day, and you can definitely go for a few more of these. They help you relax, you find. Unwinding from the day. You can't wait to get back home and sleep on your new bed. That nap earlier was godly, and imagining an entire night on it. You shudder.

The booze also loosens your lips, getting you going again. You set down your fourth drink and rise, walking up to the window. A bit melodramatic, but come on. "It's just - everyone wants to feel like they affect the world, right? Without these powers I'm a goddamned pizza boy with a bass, that's it. Then I got...whatever it is that I have, and within two days, I've saved lives. I've helped people. But Look, maybe it's different for you; with how much you've got, you don't need to do what I have to, to change things. But when you're like me - well, this seems like my chance to really make things better. Maybe not as a superhero - maybe you're right, that's a little much. But at least I can keep on doing what I've been doing."

>Continued.

>>16778015
John is slumped down in his chair, watching you with interest, one hand supporting his face. He says nothing. You figure it's probably a good time to leave, and picking up your jacket, you start towards the door. "You know, Francois." You stop and listen. "It means a lot to me that you didn't just kill me. You can do that, you said. Just a touch and I'm gone. Done. Fin. All over. Not a danger any more." You could have, that's true. "But you didn't. I was a monster, and you didn't kill me. You helped me." He sets his glass down and comes over to see you out. "And that's why, if you do this, you're gonna lose. You're gonna die. Because there are people out there, just regular people, who are REAL monsters. Rapists, killers, fucking pedophiles! They're all out there, and they're all real. And you know what, some of them got changed too. And they're not gonna be like me. They're not gonna just sit back. And they're definitely not gonna see what they can do to help people. Not like you. Not at all. They're gonna kill you, and then that's it, you're dead."

You've heard enough. You head towards the door. You're leaving. Out in the hallway now, heading towards the elevator. "Hey!" You don't stop. "But I'm here, man. I'm trying to be your friend here. If you need anything, just ask." You step into the elevator and press for the lobby. Looking back, you see him standing in his doorway. "Just ask."

"You too." The doors close, and you're gone. You get home without incident, and get into bed. Sleep comes easily.

Morning comes. You shower and eat breakfast. It's still a few hours until noon, when you have to be at work.

>Action?

rolled 25 = 25

>>16778023
do some light exercises and go to work. also check the news.

rolled 85 = 85

>>16778023
Last time since we gave ourselves the feel-good treatment? Too long.

Then, we work.

>>16778023
Ze news. Let us check them! Also, call me paranoid but get a bug spray. And some flammable spray. And a lighter.

rolled 75 = 75

>>16778023
Jerk off, have a cigarette, go to work.

AKA, my morning routine.

>>16778023
That was awesome, OP. That speech. Fuck.

Check the news.

>>16778023
errrrrghh This makes me wonder just who this bug guy was. Pedophile, maybe?

>>16778023
John's a bro and you are a masterful writer.

We do some exercise, locate a gym near us that we can join and start making preps for dinner. Do we have some pinenuts and basil? Pesto with pasta is fucking great and easy to make.

>>16778023

Sign up for a gym. If we're gonna help people, we gotta be in shape. I'd also try to find some way to see if we can use our powers for massages or something - maybe, touch our arm or something, and try to relax the muscles?

>>16778144
Our powers don't work on us for some reason.
We have to find someone else to use it on.

You feel like you should start getting into shape now. Using your power so much has been a drain. Maybe getting stronger will help it last longer? It's worth a shot. Couldn't hurt.

It's been a while. High school gym class? Meh. The last week has been your most active in a pretty long time, regardless. You turn on your tv, flipping to the news and doing some stretches to get ready. What you see surprises you.

A man in a costume and mask is talking to the reporter. He's right in the middle of the street, and there's a crowd of people surrounding him. Holy shit. NO way. You turn up the volume, eager to hear what exactly is going on. " . . . and that's why I felt I had to come out here and do this. If my daddy was still alive, he'd tell me the same. I've been given this gift, and I have to use it for good."

The reporter is dumbfounded, shaking her head in disbelief. "Are you actually saying that you've acquired some sort of super strength?"

"That's right."

"And you expect us to believe you?'

"Not yet." He smiles and moves out of frame. The camera jostles as it moves to keep track of him. He's jogging into the street, stopping at the a parked car. "Watch this!" He yells, before squatting down, grabbing a hold of the rear fender, and lifting. To the surprise of the crowd around him, and most noticeably the reporter who exclaims with quite a few expletives at how amazing it is, the costumed man does proceed to lift the car. Slowly at first, just the rear a foot off of the ground. Then he keeps going, lifting higher, his hands sliding out to grab a better hold, until the entire car is up over his head. He's laughing and smiling now. "And this is nothin'!"

>Action?

>>16778163

Well shit. See if we can't get this guy's name or something from the news report. THEN find a gym.

>>16778126
You know, I didn't even put peanuts into my pesto until recently. I've only put some basil, garlic, a bit of cheese and olive oil on it.

It's better with nuts though.

rolled 87 = 87

>>16778163

train like a madman.

>>16778163
Lets use the rest of the week to go to work and Exercise, we need to have a resting period to recooperate.

>>16778190
Fyi, you guys can go ahead and time skip if you want. We don't have to go at this day by day. If you want to timeskip a week, we can do that. I'll fill in the details of what goes on in between.

>>16778178
>peanuts
>pesto
>wat

Joke aside, do peanuts in pesto actually taste...
y'know..
Good?

rolled 2 = 2

>>16778163
Work out and listen to the TV.

>>16778190

Yeah, this is a good idea. Keep in touch with people. And I'm still thinking we should try that massage thing; assuming we can use our power during it, it'd probably be more lucrative than pizza delivery. Eventually.

rolled 36 = 36

>>16778209

and THEN timeskip

>>16778201
I don't think we have to do anything urgent this week. Try and rest up, contact John after a few days, ask him how he's doing, join a gym and start getting some advice from a personal trainer there, get into shape y'know?

Conserve what money we have by cooking ourselves, our recent escapades in gastronomy has been too, well, inefficient.

rolled 51 = 51

>>16778163
Rest easy now that we know we're not alone in this whole "changing the world" thing. Hopefully, he's not retarded and starts abusing his powers...hopefully we aren't either, but that's beside the point; we're not the one on trial here!

Yeah, check for a gym, do whatever we do when we're alone, then head off to work.

>>16778202
yeah, as a replacement to pine-nuts. Roasted and salted. Well, I prefer just roasted cause salted makes the pesto too salty.

I usually buy with a small bag, crush and then sprinkle some onto the pasta along with the cheeze, rest goes into the pesto. It's waaaay cheaper too and doesn't taste any worse, just different.

...

I did misread your pinenuts though.

Do you guys realize what just happened?

That is the first open superhero out there. Shit is going to be so fucked up after this! Think we had it bad with those two detectives? There's gonna be the fucking national guard taking over NYC. Tanks directing traffic. Jet planes doing flyovers.

>>16778242

>>16778268

>>16778242
Nice. Maybe they catch some villains. Also, lil'Hiro.

Maybe there'll be some kind of registration thing for people with powers. I don't see how that could go wrong.

rolled 36 = 36

>>16778295
>Maybe there will be some kind of registration requirement for X minority group
>I do not see how that could go wrong

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>>16778295

They did that in the Marvel universe.


There was a civil war of superpeople, many died.

>>16778336
I love it when people explain the joke.

>>16778349


In my defense, I thought it was a good idea. My girlfirend just told me that bit about the Marvel comics.

Glad to see OP wasn't discouraged by that time I pointed out how similar this sounded to Static Shock.

rolled 77 = 77

we better be able to use our powers from a distance in the time skip.

because like this, we wont make it.

>>16778363
Its a likely plot point
AvgHum has been handling this fairly realistically, so it's likely that the government will start interfering.
So, should we register when that happens?

rolled 85 = 85

>>16778428

nahh...

>>16778390
It actually was a big inspiration.

>>16778437
Not to a twat, OP, but it's been like half an hour. Are you asleep, writing, going to continue or doing whatever the fuck you want because you're running this quest and it's your rules?

Just curious is all

>Enchanted Interrogation

This is a good quest but THIS really made my night.

>PLUNGER ntscapa

Yes I'm sure they use the ntscapa PLUNGER in their Enchanted Interrogations, Captchan.

I'm still writing. The timeskip's actually probably gonna be about a month. Anything else you'd like to do other than working out at a gym and keeping in contact?

>>16778473
Check up on our lovely neighbor every now and again.

rolled 27 = 27

>>16778473

i still want to know what happend to that girl, maybe we should go look for her. we might also get some information on that bug guy.

>>16778473
Check up on our lovely neighbor every now and again; also, keep the news constantly on to see how New York is taking their sudden surge of super-powered peeps.

>>16778473

>>16778485
this and
>>16778492

>>16778473
Keep an eye on the news, get in real proper shape, try to see if we can use our powers in a therapeutic way somehow

>>16778473
try to covertly contact any other people with superpowers that are not assholes and tell them about the other dudes that want to wreck all the shit

Also, "girlfriend gets kidnapped by bug-man, we get note" incoming. On that note, keep relations up with neighbor-girl, see if she has anything interesting to say about stuff that's happening.

rolled 42 = 42

>>16778511

she is not our girlfriend though.

>>16778619
Yet. And she reacted very positively to us complimenting her.
She's interested.

rolled 34 = 34

>>16778645

cat.

all i am saying

rolled 62 = 62

op still busy?

>>16778649
She doesn't know we killed her cat.
If we keep hanging out with her, she'll be at least interested by the end of the timeskip.

The next month is a turning point in history. An event in which moments are defined in relation to. With the press conference of Captain Justice, as he wanted people to refer to him, and the realization that he wasn't completely full of shit, people began to easily connect the dots between the series of bizarre and unbelievable events occurring throughout the city. The rest of that day was filled with other people coming to the news. Some wore masks or otherwise concealed their identity, even recording videos of themselves performing impossible feats and uploaded them to Youtube.

Still, a handful of people spoke without any kind of shroud or attempt to obscure their identities. These people, for the most part, had discovered small things that they could do. Or had mutated into something obviously inhuman. One of the first was a man you recognized immediately. It was Robby, the Puerto Rican man who helped you following the original explosion. He gave a short interview in the news studio, displaying his amazing ability to change the color of his hair at will, even to shades that weren't possible. Vibrant greens and blues. Neon even. The anchor thought it was amazing, but Robby, who called himself and was referred to as Robert Salamanca, tired of the display and reverted it back to his normal black. "I'm not here to put on a show. I came here today to talk about what caused this. The explosion and subsequent fire at the warehouse owned by Mandrake United must have been the catalyst for this radical change."

>Continued.

>>16778735
His interview was quickly cut short by another press conference, this time by the mayor. He spoke of the unexpected and frankly, quite unbelievable claims and events that were plaguing "our fine city". He swore that the city of New York would be investigating the matter, and had created a new division made up of detectives from precincts around the city to investigate the events and to apprehend any dangerous individuals. He also announced a city wide curfew that would take place immediately.

The curfew had absolutely no effect. Come on, it's New York. The city never sleeps. There's no way the words of a single mayor could get everyone to turn in at 10:00 every night. The streets were alive just as much as before. More so, even. With more and more regularity, people began witnessing these extraordinary people moving within the streets. A man ran across the Brooklyn bridge, racing on foot against the traffic, and then going faster, and faster until he tripped on the back of a car, which sent him tumbling at 80 miles an hour off of the bridge. His body was pulled out of the river a few hours later, his body destroyed by the impact.

Collateral damage became a serious issue. With so many people emerging who could perform superhuman feats, it was inevitable. As was the declaration of martial law. Captain Justice was especially prolific. Twice he was recorded on video stopping crimes. And both times resulted in smashed cars, broken windows and demolished storefronts.

>Continued.

>>16778742
If the order of a curfew was seen as joke, martial law was a dead hooker on your doorstep. The citizens at large objected immediately. Armed soldiers began piling into the cities, but they would do nothing to disperse crowds. Americans won't shoot other Americans just for standing around. Not with live bullets at least. They used tear gas. This got people angry. Remember the Occupy Wallstreet protests that popped up earlier in the year? Multiply that by about 10. People threw stones, trashcans. And yes, cars. Actual fucking cars. A few soldiers were hurt the first few nights. More the next. After that, people started getting creative. And not just the normals.

Tanks, which began to pepper the city, appearing in parking lots, or in front of government buildings, all for show of course, would be found melted to slag. Or their turrets twisted like a pretzel. And yes, jets did fly over the city. And yes, people did as well. A man appeared in the sky, dressed up like an old fashioned aviator: leather jacket and cap, goggles, scarf, the works. He wore an oxygen tank strapped to him like a backpack, and raced the jets across the sky, performing tricks the pilots couldn't keep up with. Entire squads of soldiers, without reason, abandoned their posts, marching out past the city limits and sitting down. When asked why, they all said they just felt like getting out of there, as simple as that.

>Continued.

>>16778746
It was at this point that signs began to arise of people with abilities emerging in other cities. Most of them were along the East Coast, centered around New York. But initial reports were coming in from as far away as Virgina and even up into Canada. You thought that John must have been right. Whatever it was must have been airborne, and been active for long enough to spread around a bit. The two of you spoke about this at length at his apartment, and came to the conclusion that depending on whether or not the catalyst, whatever it was, could last long enough, then this trend could honestly wrap around the globe.

Your suspicions, or perhaps fears, seemed to be put to rest however. There were a few other cases, indeed, all around the world. But all of these, at least the ones who came public, were confirmed to have been in New York at the time of the incident. That deals with that, at least.

>Continued.

>>16778752
After three weeks, President McCain announced that things were underway for New York City to enter under Federal Jurisdiction, the same as Washington DC. The Mayor, Governor, and millions objected immediately.. The process has come to a standstill, and is expected to fail. The military forces were scaled back considerably, afterwards. There were still soldiers stationed within the city. But they were few and far between. Tempers were running hot, and the city was left to fend for itself. A handful of Supers, or Metas, or Evos (short for evolutions, a new slang term that's beginning to gain traction), came forward, offering to help the city keep things under control. They said they felt that things were getting crazy, and they couldn't let the city they loved, the city they called home fall to such insanity. They were turned away, naturally. But that hasn't stopped them from trying. And they've produced some results, causing a few people to question whether they should be made official.

But it's not all good news. John was right, and things did get bad. Those who had power used it. The Rock Man, who had no name, and obviously hadn't come forward, continued on his crime spree. Banks, jewelry stores, anything that stood in his way, he broke into. He wouldn't stop, and as of yet, is still at large, living somewhere and swimming in his treasure like some kind of Scrooge McDuck. There are others too, of course. As for the Bug Man, there's been no sign. Though occasionally you find yourself facing a solitary spider, or grasshopper, or cockroach. It is unsettling.

>Continued.

>>16778760
You got a membership at a local gym, and have taken to going there after work. Results are slow. You weren't in great shape to begin with, but you are starting to see results. You're feeling better at least. Looking a little better. Breathing a little easier. With the heightened tension in the city, and all eyes on it, you've kept a pretty low profile otherwise. Work has gone well, and you've had no signs of the kid. Not there at least. Occasionally you'll find a note scrawled on your bathroom mirror. Or when buying groceries, you'll reach into your wallet and find that all of your cash has been replaced with pictures of Betty White. Some of them are nudes. THAT FUCKING KID IS DEAD MEAT!

John is doing well. He says so at least. He takes a sleeping pill every night, and according to him, nothing has happened while he sleeps. During the day, he's taken to carrying a change of clothes and syringes of tranquilizer in case of emergencies. After work, he goes to the gym and works out. It's like a religion to him now, and as far as you know, he hasn't changed since your apartment.

You've kept close to Amy, spending some time in her apartment and some in yours, though there's been nothing physical yet. Not even hints of anything. She thinks that all of this is very exciting. "Just like a comic book." You were curious of your abilities, and after picking up a girl at the bar down the street, tried to stimulate her nerves during sex. The results were . . . messy, to say the least. But new sheets, and an embarrassed apology later, you decided to hold off on any further experiments along that line for the time being.

>Continued

>>16778764
It's a month since Captain Justice came out. Things are unsettled in the city, but people are slowly getting used to all of it. Police forces are urging for people who are altered, or who think they could be altered, to report to them immediately. Results are less than they hoped.

You're sitting in your apartment, watching the news. Someone created a large bubble over a school bus today, and demanded a ransom for the kids. Even though it was in the middle of the street, nothing could be done. A few hours later, the kids were all safe, and the mangled body of a man was found in a park nearby. His body had been burned to a crisp. It's a familiar kind of new story lately, but still, it's something you doubt you'll ever get used to.

>Action?

If you think that's all shitty, go ahead and tell me.

If it's not too late, we should get a gun.

We can touch to kill, but guns are superior to that in all ways.

Bullets kill motherfuckers. They kill time travelers if you're sneaky, they kill werewolves, they kill people with super-strength.

>>16778764

>new sheets

oh my~

>>16778769
Again, act normal until something comes to us. Ignore the news for now.

rolled 81 = 81

>>16778769
Assassinate the president. Dress like DiNiro's character from Taxi Driver.

rolled 14 = 14

>>16778774

so we didnt get better at using our powers or using it in a different way right? ah too bad.

seconding this:>>16778793

and are we learning martial arts now?

>>16778804
Third

rolled 7 = 7

>>16778793
This, except yah take up martial arts and keep working out.

Make sure Amy knows your interested and don't get friend zoned like a mofo.

I also like how you made McCain the president.

>>16778793
This, but get better at martial arts and shit. Focus on ways to quickly apply our power, if any martial art is like that. Kinda like that anon with the paralyzing fists recommended.

Also, get a gun

rolled 66 = 66

>>16778796
>Touch person, they die

No need for any Bruce Lee shit, hell if THEY hit US they die.

Kill McCain, get away with it.

rolled 89 = 89

>>16778836
We should start taking advantage of pressure points to see what that does.

>>16778835
Alternate timeline, I'm guessing

>>16778835
Amy is a CUNT! Lets get some Super powered Teens up in this bitch!

>>16778836

This

>>16778835
and this.

>>16778850
We don't need to
We just have to touch them
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAP
Fried motherfucker roasted to perfection

rolled 9 = 9

>>16778851
Probably.

Shit, does that mean the economy is just as ruined as it is now?

If so we could probably experiment on homeless people to get better at our powers.

>>16778862
What are you, a sociopath? You can't just go around zapping homeless people, especially not WHEN THOSE HOMELESS PEOPLE CAN PROBABLY FRY YOUR BRAIN

CONSENSUS: Practice Martial arts at the gym, Generally act normal, Get a Super powered teen, and don't get friend zoned by amy Just in case

>>16778870
Oh shit, look out, it's the EXPLODING HOBO!

We really got boned on the whole superpower thing, didn't we OP

Time powers would've been awesome

Or shapeshifting

>>16778875

This consensus is true except for the super powered teen part. That's weird, bro.


Also, you forgot the "get a gun" bit.

>>16778878
WE CAN KILL A PERSON JUST BY TOUCHING THEM! SHIT! That's a pretty good power if you ask me.

So yeah, train and get stronger.

>>16778875
I object to superpowered teens
They'll just fucking blow us up by accident while we're fucking

Amy, however, will give drama when she discovers we're SUPAH HEROEHS

>>16778891
That's not very versatile though

And a knife can do the same
And guns are better than knives

So basically what we have can be replaced with a fucking gun

And if you want to be nonlethal, you can use a tranq gun.

>>16778892
Plus we still need to get her to paint a portrait of us

rolled 95 = 95

>>16778903
>mfw Arizona senator shot in the head and lives

rolled 61 = 61

>>16778892

i still agree with>>16778854

atleast a "super powerd teen" could help you out.

Amy would just be used as bait when she gets kindnapped.

i do still respect your opinion though.

rolled 56 = 56

Why don't we just get some regular non-super powered teens? We can be that guy that hangs out around the highschool and hits on girls and gets beat up by the football team.

Well we're autosaging, and if you're waiting for something to happen, I'm going to have to find out what that is going to be.

So let's call that the end of this session. Next time will be, uh, Tuesday at about the same time. 1400 or 1500.

Could someone please archive this?

rolled 44 = 44

>>16778931

> beat up by the football team

nigger, id be zapping them motherfuckers like it were nothing.

>>16778931
>us
>Getting beat up
>Implying we won't just lightly tap the jock on the forehead and fry his cerebral cortex, and proceed to fuck all his female acquantices

rolled 56 = 56

Archived.

>>16778876
By the way, look forward to the Exploding Hobo in the future.

Thanks for the quest, op. Enjoyable so far.

rolled 80 = 80

>>16778984

its gonna be the hobo whose mouth i stuffed with coke rocks or not?

also great job op.

for the future, we should consider looking into seeing if our powers can affect plants, electronics, and nonliving things.

>>16779198
I'm liking this. Zap someones iPhone next time you get coffee or something.

we should get Time Traveling Dude (Hiro?) on our side.

If there's any consistency to his petty robberies, we should leave a note that says something like "I just wanted to talk man, why do you keep stealing my shit? I don't even have much to steal."

He's just punking us, if he wanted to he could fuck up our shit big-time. No need to get mad,