>[X] Get up and follow the call.
Press on!

>>27502657
Time for near death quest.

>[ ] Get up and follow the call.

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Do we get to meet our spirit animal on this trip?

>>27502833
Yes.

>writing

Rolled 11

>>27502657
>[ ] Get up and follow the call.

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>>27502871
Joy of joys

>[X] Follow

Man, what does she want?

You get up and stomp back inland, your moment of oneness with the universe thoroughly ruined.

“John!” The voice repeats it, like a mantra. “John get your behind back here!”

“I’m coming!” You shout back indignantly, trudging up the dunes.

Mom’s SUV materializes as you crest one of the rolls of sand, lodged awkwardly into a jutting dune. She sits off to the side, in the shade, the broad-rimmed hat over her wiry, awkward shape lending the appearance of a flower wilting under the sun. She’s not the one calling to you, though.

“Finally!” Joyce waves you over. She’s four years older than you. She’s so much taller than you, too. Her skin is tanned from all the running she does, and her eyes are the same bright, oceanic blue as yours. She gets her hair from your dad, though. “Come on, I put this thing way too far in. I can’t get it out the sand. Gonna need a little help.”

She grips the front of the vehicle and grins.

>[ ] “You doofus, you know you don’t need my help.”
>[ ] You know what this is. Grip the back of the car.

>>27503035
>[X] You know what this is. Grip the back of the car.
Kinda confused here, but what the heck.

Rolled 14

>>27503035
Do both, she's our doofus sister so we have to help her out

>>27503035
Do both just to be the little brother.

Oh and
>and her eyes are the same bright, oceanic blue as yours
I can smell the drama on the horizon

>>27503035
>>[ ] “You doofus, you know you don’t need my help.”
>>[ ] You know what this is. Grip the back of the car.
Be a brat who says that and helps.

>[X] “You doofus, you know you don’t need my help.”
>[X] You know what this is. Grip the back of the car.

“You doofus, you know you don’t need my help.”

Still, you smile anyway as you make your way around the mired vehicle.

“Alala. Such pointed words.” She snickers and braces herself deep in the sand, breathing in and out quickly, like a weightlifter getting ready to make the champion ship heave. You affix your hands to the back of the car and hold on.

Her head cranes out to the side, grinning at you. “You ready, buddy?”

“Yeah.”

She gunts, and lifts… and lifts the entire SUV, you with it, straight out of the sand. You dangle by your arms and laugh as she carries it forward with slow, careful steps, very slightly swinging it from side to side. It’s like the ebb and flow of the tide, but in the air. Eventually, she sets it down again, and you lift your legs so as to make sure than nothing gets caught.

You sister can be pretty cool sometimes.

>[ ] Run back to the beach with your sister.
>[ ] Sit with your mother.

>>27503225
>>[X ] Sit with your mother.

We don't know anything about her yet.

>>27503225
>>[X] Run back to the beach with your sister.
Let's enjoy this while it lasts.

>>27503225
well shit this is a hard choice.

>>27503225
>[ ] Run back to the beach with your sister.

She's pretty cool so far

>>27502657
Silly Brit, it's only Monday, what are you doing?

Rolled 11

>>27503225
>[ ] Run back to the beach with your sister.

Run to the light

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>PETER PARKER (BATMAN)

Explain this silliness

>>27503386
I'm guessing Parker quest, but i might be wrong.(i still got a good chuckle though)

>>27503386
I just assume DC is a thing in the Marvel universe, but Marvels slot has been taken by some other company, like DarkHorse.

Also, there's a spiderman page where he claims to be batman, not sure if its an edit.

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So, how's that pastebin for power templates coming along crusty?

>[X] Run back to the beach with your sister.

“Come on.” Joyce waltzes around the car, blowing a gust of imaginary smoke from her bicipital ‘guns’. “Race you to the water.”

“That’s not even slightly fair.” You state.

But you bolt off anyway, hoping to get a head start. It doesn’t last, and she soon catches up, running beside you in huge, exaggerated bounds. The wind rushes over and under and through you, your footfalls blasting you with little gusts of sand. The world bellows so hard in your ears. You bellow back, because clearly that will make you faster.

She keeps pace with you till you reach the final dune, and then clears most of the beach in one gigantic, ridiculous leap.

Well you certainly weren’t expecting that.

You trail after her.

“Nice try, kid. But not nice enough.”

>[ ] “Yes this outcome was such a surprise.”
>[ ] “Whatever! You cheated!”
>[ ] “Well one day I’ll have my OWN powers! AND I’ll be a million times faster an’ stronger than you! An’ I’ll shoot lasers!”

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>>27503386
Consider it explained

>>27503441
>>[ ] “Yes this outcome was such a surprise.”

>>27503441
>[X] “Well one day I’ll have my OWN powers! AND I’ll be a million times faster an’ stronger than you! An’ I’ll shoot lasers!"
Little brother mode activate.

Rolled 16

>>27503441
>[ ] “Well one day I’ll have my OWN powers! AND I’ll be a million times faster an’ stronger than you! An’ I’ll shoot lasers!”

Be careful what you wish for.

>>27503441
>>[ ] “Yes this outcome was such a surprise.”
>>[ ] “Well one day I’ll have my OWN powers! AND I’ll be a million times faster an’ stronger than you! An’ I’ll shoot lasers!”
This sounds bratty enough

>>27503474
Yeah, this

>>27503441
[X] “Yes this outcome was such a surprise.”
[X] “Well one day I’ll have my OWN powers! AND I’ll be a million times faster an’ stronger than you! An’ I’ll shoot lasers!”
Something along the lines of "Yes this outcome was such a surprise,but one day I’ll have my OWN powers! AND I’ll be a million times faster an’ stronger than you! An’ I’ll shoot lasers!”

>>27503441
>[ ] “Yes this outcome was such a surprise.”

>>27503425
It... it'll happen.

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>>27503536
I certainly hope so.

>[X] “Yes this outcome was such a surprise.”
>[X] BRAAAAT.

“Yes, this outcome was such a surprise.” You mumble. Stupid awesome superpowers.

“Alala, is a hint of that bitterness I detect?” She furrows her brow and cocks back her neck in faux-aloofness, grinning broadly. Sometimes you think that grin is in real danger of splitting open her face. “I think it is.”

“No it’s not!” You counter. “It doesn’t even matter ‘cause one day I’ll have my OWN powers! AND I’ll be a million times faster an’ stronger than you! An’ I’ll shoot lasers! And fly!”

“Oh, really?” Her grin morphs into a sly smile and she leans down. “Would that be cool? Flying? Wouldn’t you rather have something like…” she waves her arms as if to catch ideas as they rush by on the wind “…intangibility? Or invisibility?”

“Nope.” You reply. “Flying is the best. You could go anywhere.”

“Yeah”– She grabs you by the waist –“I see your point. Welp, you’ve convinced me, kiddo.”

“Hey hey what are you”–

“Get ready to fly!”

You remember feeling like you’d never come down. The water seemed so far away. You flew, and flew, and flew… hurtling into the beyond. The blue stretched out above and below and out into infinity.

But you did come down, eventually.

>(cont)

>>27503679
This is so sweet.

Too bad it's a fever dream and reality is a bitch.

>>27503679
Well shit, here is hoping she didn't die.

Rolled 18

>>27503709
or caged up or detained like some sort of animal or some sort of science experiment

>>27503722
well crusty did say our sister is an animal in his tweet.

You’re John James Green.

You’re thirteen.

Your sister is holding your hand. The blue has changed. It’s sick and sterile now, and enclosing. You smell nothing but freshener and antiseptics. Your sister is not grinning. She’s nodding and nodding and nodding, like it’s some kind of nervous twitch. Barely-visible, glimmering streaks of wetness climb up her cheeks. You realize you’re doing the same thing, the same nodding thing, the same wet-eye thing, and you shake yourself out of it.

You stare at the door beyond. It looms like a great, storm-blue thundercloud. Like a tsunami. Like all the solidity in the world rushing at you.

“Do you understand?” Says the doctor.

No. No, you don’t, the words didn’t mean anything. You were soaked up into the haze of the moment, of the place. But he’s not talking to you; he’s talking to your sister. And she just nods.

>[ ] “No. I don’t understand.”
>[ ] Push by. Go through the door.

>>27503809
Well fuck you too, buddy.

>>27503809
>[X] “No. I don’t understand.”

>>27503809
>[ ] “No. I don’t understand.”

Rolled 2

>>27503809
>[ ] “No. I don’t understand.”

>>27503809
>>[ ] “No. I don’t understand.”
Should have spen some time with mom.

>[X] "I don't understand."

“No. I don’t understand.”

They look at each other. God dammit you hate it when people do that. You’re not a child! You’re thirteen.

The doctor leans down a little. To this day, his face remains a chaotic infestation of rot and soiled flesh. This is the face of the underworld. The face of becoming and unbecoming, and beckoning, and fading.

“It’s like a tiny blood clot in your mother’s brain. Around...” he pauses, and makes a tiny circle between his forefinger and thumb “…around this big. Like a small grape. Normally we’d have caught it earlier, but with her pre-existing conditions, the headaches didn’t seem out of the ordinary.”

Your throat is a pit. Your stomach is nothingness, the space behind your eyes is nothingness.

“We can attempt to…” His voice fades out into the sterile beyondness of the hospital. You feel the universe imploding.

>[ ] “What’s going to happen to her?”
>[ ] “You failed me. You failed my mother. You failed you immense fucking shit-ups. You even failed in here.”

>>27504041
>[x] “What’s going to happen to her?

>>27504041
>[ ] “What’s going to happen to her?”

>>27504041
>>[ ] “What’s going to happen to her?”

Rolled 9

>>27504041
>[ ] “What’s going to happen to her?”

>>27504041
>>[X] “What’s going to happen to her?”
She's gonna die, isn't she?

>[X] “What’s going to happen to her?”

“What’s going to happen to her?” You interrupt him. Actually, did you? You can’t remember.

Time begins to break here.

“Well, we can attempt surgery, but at this stage…” There is a hole in space between his breaths here. Empty, vast, inevitable. It opens wide, teeth of grinding nothingness ripping back the curtains of everything. The orderlies that shuffle by are disintegrating, churning meat, flittering away into the timeless black. There’s just you and your sister and the huge, blue door, standing sentinel at the edge of Creation. “…well, either way, the choice is hers.”

You don’t remember when exactly he left. But he did, his grey, paralytic maw receding, creeping back into the sterile dark. Your sister, the last chunk of reality, squeezes your hand.

You reach for the doorknob. It’s hot.

It burns.

>[ ] Turn it anyway.
>[ ] Run. The fire is coming.

>>27504246
>[X] Run. The fire is coming.
And we never stopped running......

>>27504246
>>[ ] Turn it anyway.
have to confront yo shit.

Rolled 12

>>27504246
>[ ] Turn it anyway.

what's on the other end of the rabbit hole

>>27504246
>>[ ] Run. The fire is coming.


BE COOL ABOUT FIIIIIIIRRRRREEEEE SAFETY!

>>27504246
[X] Turn it anyway.
We already came this far.ib4 we wake up just as the door opens

>>27504246
>[X] Turn it anyway
I walk through valley of shadow and I shall know no fear.

>>27504349
Gangsters paradise huh, i can see our character singing that.

>>27504246
>[ ] Turn it anyway.

>>27504246
>[ ] Turn it anyway.
Fear is the mind-killer
Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration
I will face my fear
I will permit it to pass over me and through me, and when I turn the inner eye to see its path
Where the fear has gone, there will be nothing
Only I will remain.

>>27504246
>[ ] Turn it anyway.
We don't want to get a game over for creating a time paradox and that fire phobia had to come from somewhere.

>>27504373
That's actually strangely fitting.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N6voHeEa3ig

>>27504423
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cpGbzYlnz7c since its blocked i'll post this one as well.

>>27504423
Its a really good song even you don't like rap.

>>27504419
This isn't exactly a flashback I think. More like a reoccurring nightmare based on our memory, so we can "change" events without fucking up the timeline. Of course, it'd be nice to know when we're deviating from how things actually went down...

>>27504246
>Actually, did you? You can't remember.
Well, at least we know no matter what that JJ is an unreliable narrator.

>>27504423
I think its because it has the 90s fell/theme to it.

>>27504373
bible quote

>[X] Turn it anyway.

You grasp the doorknob. It sears your flesh, scattering burns, scales, somethings, across your hand. You turn it.

You feel the fire racing toward you. It circles, like a firebird, like a phoenix, like a comet-vulture waiting in the slips and cracks of the atmosphere. Waiting, watching. You and your sister step tentatively in. She’s squeezing your hand so tight. Her grip isn’t strong, though – it flutters, shaking, none of the Herculean might you’re used to in it. All the strength was cried out of her in the waiting room.

Yes, you remember that very well.

Your mother lies against the dank nothingness like a queen laid to rest. The machines assemble around her like courtiers vying for recognition, the tubes and wires like holy flowers draped across her flesh. Like something from a movie, like something undead, she raises her head – ever so slowly – to look at you. She smiles and waves weakly.

Your burnt hand is in hers. You’re sitting beside her. Her finger slowly circles the back of your hand, hypnotic and comforting. You’re just glad to see her talking to your sister.

She turns to you.

“You’ll be alright, James. You’re not just anyone.”

Not just anyone. Not just any homeless loser. Not just any tramp. Not just -

You look at her.

She is a dark, spitting cinder writhing in a net of flame.

>[ ] Scream.
>[ ] Grab your sister.
>[ ] Run.

>Pheromone Manipulation Lvl1
>Envenomed Touch Lvl1
>Paralytic Touch Lvl1
>Vampiric Touch Lvl1
>Claws & Fangs Lvl1
Hey crust when you have the time can you explain the levels of these powers i don't think they were ever explained since everyone battled over phasing and what ever power was popular at the time, plus we know we aren't getting any x points this thread since its mostly a fever dream we are having now.

>>27504563
>>[ ] Grab your sister.

siblings stick together

>>27502657
Fuck,
I fucking hate flashbacks

>>27504563
>>[ ] Scream.
>>[ ] Grab your sister.
Scream and grab out sister.

Rolled 18

>>27504563
>[ ] Grab your sister

>>27504563
> [x] Cry

>>27504563
>[]Grab sister
>"Goodbye Mom."
>[]Try to get self and sister the fuck out of the goddamn burning building! "Sis, we have to go now."

>>27504589
>>27504563
sounds right.

>>27504563
>[ ] Grab your sister.
>[ ] Run.

>>27504563
>[X] Scream.
>[X] Grab your sister.
Stick together even in the heart of hell.

>>27504563
Why do I suddenly have the sneaking suspicion that JJ secretly has either a serious resistance or outright immunity to fire, but he'll never be able to figure that out unless he overcomes the trauma of /that night/?

>>27504563
...JJ, what was you're mom's maiden name?

>>27504689
>your mom's
Bugger my failing fingers...

>>27504563
>[ ] Grab your sister.
>[ ] Run.

>>27504689
why?

>>27504713
Because I'm wondering if it was Grey. Would explain the headaches, firebird motif, the fire itself and where we got our X-gene from. Just a thought.

>>27504657
We aint no lizard elf, we'z a dragon, yo.

>>27504756
Or something stranger.

>>27504753
think of of a different person anon she is still pretty young now.

>>27504791
Depends on whether first lass happened in the 60s or not. That's something else I'm trying to pin down.

>[X] Grab your sister.
>[X] Written in stuff.

The urge to scream splits your skull.

You grab your sister. Her face is nothing. No expression. She’s still talking to your mother, to your cinder, your firestorm.

“Sis, we have to go now!” The blaze licks at your back. Sweat materializes across you, smoke belching up into your lungs. “Sis! Sis! Joyce!”

You wrap your arms around her. And you feel hers around yours. You feel her lift you up, her form enclosing around you protectively.

You’re John James Green. You’re fourteen.

Your sister runs along the grass, along the dunes, along the sand. You feel the world lurch under you with every bound. The heat of the house still clings to you, its glow eclipsing the black of the night, like a great, red halo. She breaths heavily, raggedly. You wince. Your shoulder hurts so much. You can’t stop crying, it hurts to bad. Why did they do that? Why would you do tha–

A sound like a giant rattling its teeth scatters over the beach. Your sister ducks and tumbles down the closest dune, her arms tightening around you, her grasping you close.

She pulls herself up. She begins to pull herself up. Her breath is a rasping, clattering thunderstorm. Her blood soaks your shirt, your hair, your face.

In the distance the fire roars.

>[ ] “Get up, get up, get up get up…”
>[ ] Drag her up.

>>27504810
"First Class", not "first lass"
Seriously need to stop missing these fat fingered mistakes. Sorry 'bout that.

>>27504753
Or just another mutie with the potential to carry it.

>>27504829
>>[ ] “Get up, get up, get up get up…”
>>[ ] Drag her up.

>>27504829
>Both
Along the lines of trying to get her to support some of heroin weight while we try desperately to move her to safety.

>>27504829
>>[ ] “Get up, get up, get up get up…”
>>[ ] Drag her up.
Also incase you didn't see my question.
>>27504569

>>27504753
that Summers-Grey family tree....sweet jesus

>>27504829
>[ ] “Get up, get up, get up get up…”
>[ ] Drag her up.

>>27504849
Fair point. Still, call me curious.

>>27504829
>[x] Drag her up
We ain't leaving her. Dead or alive, she's coming with us.

>>27504829
>[ ] Drag her up.

Changing history here.

>>27504874
Oh dang, I missed it, sorry.

I'll get back to you at the end of the thread about that.

>>27504878
I tend to think of it less as a tree and more as a work of abstract art.
Possibly made by a four year old.

Rolled 11

>>27504829
>[ ] “Get up, get up, get up get up…”
>[ ] Drag her up.

>>27504916
Its all good.

>>27504878
Fire could represent a sentinal attack, going after two kids in the waiting room during their mother's surgery or something.

>>27504829
Do we have fate points? We suddenly have fate points. Using them.

[X] Drag her up.

>>27504989
Oh, agreed. I'm not trying to push a theory here (wasn't intending to do more than ask about the family history until Anon asked "why?") just get more information after Crusty used the firebird imagery. Which, as you say, could simply have been a flourish and not a hint.

My expectation before that line was that the fire would either turn out to be a sentinel attack or an attempt by our neighbors to "kill the mutie scum!" Obviously learning that our sister was also a mutant shifts the odds towards sentinel involvement.

>>27505071
You want to use a fate point. On a flashback.

I don't think that's how it works but if crusty is ok with a living sister somewhere in the world i would be fine with it

>>27504829
>gettup gettup gettup
>Drag her up

>[X] “Get up.”
>[X] Drag her up.

“Get up, get up, get up get up…”

You cling to her like she is all there is. You realize that she’s crying too – she’s crying harder than you are, she’s crying into your shoulder, her tears and her blood mingling in your shirt. It’s not pain. Its seven-years-old and getting kicked off the basketball team. It’s shame. It’s getting the low scores. It’s lying and being found out about it. It’s letting someone down.

“I’m sorry.” You never understood this. She tried her best.

“It’s okay.” You rasp out. Smoke in your lungs, choking, black. “It’s…”

You loop your arms under hers and pull her. You drag her with you. You drag the both of you toward the water, toward the lake, the first, crystalline blue that was perfect and infinite. You don’t know why, but everything will be better if you make it to the water. The lake was the only thing that didn’t change. The still, clear drop stranded in the rush of time.

Your stomach drops as you hear the vans roll to a stop behind you. Again. Again, again, again. You hear the boots. The clicks. You feel the strength drain from your arms as loom over you, shadows in the raiment of priests, flicker-men, ogre-men with stone faces.

“I’m sorry…”

>[ ] “You tried you best. I just slowed you down.”
>[ ] “It’s not going to end like this. Come on! Get up!”
>[ ] Just hold her.

>>27505154
>>[ ] “It’s not going to end like this. Come on! Get up!”

>>27505135
Doesn't matter if we don't meet her, it's the saving bit.

Rolled 18

>>27505154
>[ ] “You tried you best. I just slowed you down.”
But
>[ ] “It’s not going to end like this. Come on! Get up!”
then
>[ ] Just hold her.

>>27505154
>[ ] “It’s not going to end like this. Come on! Get up!”

>>27505154
>[ ] “It’s not going to end like this. Come on! Get up!”

>>27505154
>>[ ] “You tried you best. I just slowed you down.”
>>[ ] “It’s not going to end like this. Come on! Get up!”

>>27505193
This

>>27505154
"Its not going to end like this, come on, GET UP!"

"They're nothing! The only thing they have is their hate! We're better than they are, we still remember love. Don't leave me alone sis, we can do this!"

>>27505154
>>[ ] “It’s not going to end like this. Come on! Get up!”

fight til the end

>>27505193
Yeah, this. Remember to whisper "I love you sis." right before we abandon her to the nice van people. I'm sure that she isn't going to get Weapon-X'd and show up later trying to murder or capture us. Sure I am.

>afraid offeenes
N-no captcha! I-I'm not scared at all!

>itt, homeless mutant quest, mellows epically harshed edition.

>>27505406
My dick has never been this soft in my life.

Why the feels, Crusty. Why the feels. I just wanted some casual B&E.

>>27505458

Because last session we pushed ourselves until we collapsed invisible in the snow.

>>27505475
No not in the snow in the building.
I'm just hoping we wake up since we still have that meeting with the creeper.

>>27505458
It's our punishment for overdong it with our powers. I think Crusty figures that if bleeding out of our eyes while having a moderate stroke isn't enough to deter us players from boring suicidal behavior (interesting stuff is fair game), then maybe forced feels will do the trick. It's a matter of finding just the right stick to pair with the B&E carrot.

>>27505491
Did we actually make it home? Probably, but we were hallucinating badly enough by then that I'm not convinced,

>>27505503
It just encourages us to do it more honestly or improve our healing before doting it more.

>[X] “You tried you best. I just slowed you down.”
>[X] “It’s not going to end like this. Come on! Get up!”

“You tried your best.” Time breaks again here. You don’t know if you say this or think this. Either way, it seeps out of you, through you, into the sodden mess that is the two Green siblings. It is the ultimate truth. “I just slowed you down.”

Slow, useless James John Green. No miraculous superpowers until after he needed them. Late to every party, even the party and the end of the world.

One of them grabs her hair. They try to pull you apart but you hold on – you hold on as tight as you can. You scream at them. You scream all the worst shit you know. You scream everything awful. And then you, knowing your impotence and your weakness and how little you voice means against the world, you turn to your sister.

“It’s not going to end like this.” It’s not just a hope it’s a spark and a reality and a small god and a fact. It’s true. It doesn’t end like this. “It’s not – it’s not ending like this! Come on! Get up!”

>(CONT)

>>27505519
>You find yourself in front of the busted-up furniture castle you met Kevin in.
Laura can smell us out

>>27505538
She looks at you, her face full of shame and fear and failure. Her eyes are black.

And her tears are white. White, spreading, engulfing, shifting like the dunes. Like little rivers of milk. It spills out over her, bursting from her – you don’t know, from her pores? From everywhere, from seemingly nothing. It clothes her in in pure, unspoiled white. Like porcelain.

Someone fires. Someone. The bullets tap-dance over her shell and arc out into the night. She grabs him by the neck and, and – she bursts is head open.

Like a balloon.

Like a grape.

Like an aneurysm.

She screams silently. Her mouth works the rage and the hate but nothing comes out. Her hands are around the closest one and suddenly he is nothing, just spillage, splitting open and spraying stuff you didn’t know humans had, stuff you never considered – all his intestinal juices and phlegm and stomach paddings and shit. The charges through them – literally, she literally charges through them, tearing them apart – and burrows her arms into one of the vans, hurling it over her head. It spins like space junk against the red-black night, crashing down as a crumpled mess.

There are more at the top of the dunes. There’s so many of them. They scream and shout and – and they say things that angels should be saying. She watches them draw that long, dark cylinder. You see her face, frozen in that last expression of raw failure. She strides towards you and picks you up.

You think she’s going to run, but she doesn’t.

She sways. She heaves. You realize what’s happening and you scream for her to stop but it’s too late.

She throws you further than she’s ever thrown you before.

In the air, just for a moment, you glimpse her, and you see the rocket cut its scar-white trail across the beach, just before her fist cuts its flight short. And there is a thunder like you’ve never known.

Roll a D20.
>DC15

Rolled 11

>>27505588
I would like to slap you.

Rolled 7

>>27505588
shit

So, um, well.
Anyone Classic Marvel? I stated-up JJ-Green, as he currently stands:

Fighting: Good (decent insticts, rough n' tumble hobo lifestyle)
Agility: Remarkable (due to enhanced agility power, "Just beyond peak human")
Strength: Typical (no reason for it to be higher, or lower)
Endurance: Excellent (no reason for it to be high, but he's a mutant)
Reason: Good (seems smarter than average, but no Richard Reed)
Intuition: Good (exercises adequate, though not exceptional, judgement)
Psyche: Good (Faces fears, usually successfully)
Calculated:
Health 66
Karma 30
Resources: Feeble
Popularity: -10 (dirty mutant hobo ewww)
Powers:
Invisibility: Typical (physics based, visible light only, however also conceals clothes, but not objects protruded well beyond the body)
Enhanced Senses (all) Remarkable. Use instead of intuition when making rolls based on the 5 normal senses.
Energy Touch, Good (Electric based)
Talents:
Other (Urban Survival)
Contacts:
New York Hobo-ers association
The Creeper
X-23/Wither/Surge (The New X-Men?)

>>27505521
That would make it non-suicidal behavior, and thus fair game. I think the point (aside from some backstory info-droppery) is about thinking a little more about the possible ramifications of overdoing things and over relying on our abilities.

If our body/mind/mutation can take it, go for it, if not then know that there isn't always going to be a safety net for you to fall on. That kind of thing.

Rolled 3

>>27505588
best of 5?

Rolled 16

>>27505588

Rolled 13

>>27505588
Rollan

Rolled 2

>>27505588
shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttt

>>27505627
Best of three.

Also, karma point. I don't want to lose the bugle job.

>>27505633
...

What have I done?

>>27505658
Nothing.

>>27505658
You havent done anything but >>27505627 just killed our sister because he couldn't wait for my roll

Seriously? No one else is willing to spend a Karma Point?

>>27505657
I will second a karma point.

>>27505627
I wish i remembered to take off my roll here when i asked that question.

>>27505699
The points can only be used for a one, knob.

>>27505689
Pretty sure that roll was for waking up in time for work. Our sister's continued existence is plot determined, not player.

>>27505657
karma point gets my vote.
>>27505689
She was going to die, this was for how hurt we got anon.

>>27505704
I will third.

4th in for karma, because I don't wanna hobocomma forever.
Also rollan

Rolled 15

>>27505775
how do I fail so hard

>>27505711
This guy is correct.

Karma points are for rerolling a botch.

>>27505795
Happens.

>>27505739
I shall fjorth it

>>27505804
Oh well, there goes our source of income.

>>27505804
does my 3 count if i was just asking a question?

>>27505804
Welp. guess that's that
>>27505844
99% certain it does.

Hey OP, don't forget to update our possessions in the pastebin, we don't have Jack anymore.

Actual Spoilers/Speculation:

>It clothes her in in pure, unspoiled white. Like porcelain.
Thread 1
>The Tank set offered porcelain-looking dermal armour and enhanced strength
Our sister is one of the alternative MCs.

>>27505565
I am literally god-damn crying right now. Damn you crusty!

>>27505844
You diced and linked to the appropriate post. It counts.

>>27505869
I figured as much.

>>27505606
>11
>not quite enough

You scream and grasp for them, for these people. You’re not fourteen anymore. You will fuck these people up. If you reach hard enough, hate hard enough, scream loud enough –

You get them. You get your hands around their throat, you come out of the blackness and grab them and you pour yourself into them. You squeeze all the juice in your body into a single pulse of acidic hate.

They collapse against you. Their flesh is hot, prickling with the aftereffects of voltage. They’re light.

The cold seeps into you. Then the light blasts into your eyes and you become aware of the headache picking at the back of your brain. Then the blanket. Then the apartment, and the shocked figures of Noriko & Kevin watching from several feet away. And Laura, her neck bubbling with dark, greasy heat.

She coughs, sputtering through a cooked throat, and rolls herself off of you.

Oh. Oh...

>[ ] Write in.

>>27505565
>Fastball special'd her little brother to safety.
>Punched a fucking LAW
+1 badass point.

>>27505921
> [ ] omigod i'm sorry! are you alright?!
>express genuine concern

Also, ... was Laura just spooning us?

>>27505921
"I'm sorry i just remembered something unpleasant." also check the time.

>>27505921
"wha.. where..OH FUCK FUCK !! I'M SORRY LAURA! FUCK! ARE YOU OKAY!"

>>27505921
seconding:
>>27505956

>>27505921
"Laura?! Oh no oh no oh no."
Move to help her.

>>27505956
>>27505954
>>27505952
>>27505921
>>27505978
so everyone agrees on saying sorry, moving to help her and slightly explaining what happened.

>>27505921
the downside to acquiring more powers...

>>27505994
And probably feeling guilty until we have to get our game face on for the job.

My main concern is how many levels of trust we just lost with Laura. If the answer in 0 then we need to teach her not to be so trusting.

>>27506021
That probably depends on how good we are dealing with the situation at hand

>>27505921
>[x] write in
Scream in fright as you see her face.
"Oh god, Laura I'm so sorry, I hurt you didn't I?"
"I thought you were one of them... I'm so sorry."

>>27506059
I think muttering "...fucking PTSD..." under our breathe before letting Laura know that we've returned to our senses and are going to try to help her would be more than sufficient. What you posted is so not hobo.

>>27505952
>>27505954
>>27505956
>>27505978
>>27505994
>>27506004

“Oh…” Reality sinks in. “Oh, oh shit!”

You hurl yourself out from under the blanket and move to grab her shoulders. You’re not exactly sure why – you don’t know what to do here, or what the proper etiquette is for accidentally electrifying someone so hard that you actually peel some flesh off their bones. Laura’s hand jolts out, pressing against your chest, keeping you back for a moment, before she gradually lowers it.

“I am… I’m so fucking sorry. I wasn’t here, exactly.”

“Hkk. Hakk. Khhk.” She makes a few experimental, meaty sounds with her throat, wheezing occasionally. Must be the numbness of electrification interfering with breathing. A chill races down your spine and you wonder if that could actually kill her, but you notice, to all the relief you are possibly capable of, that she’s already healing.

The other two stare at you. They appear to have been playing cards. Huh. So that’s what they do all day. Wither clears his throat.

“Dude. What the hell was that?”

>[ ] Full truth.
>[ ] “Nightmare.”
>[ ] “Nothing. How’d I get here?” (chance subject)
>[ ] Write in.

>>27506137
>[X] Flashback.

>>27506137
>Wither clears his throat

Welp, that's supposed to say Kevin.

Damn... damn out of game knowledge.

Ya'll didn't see shit.

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>>27506137
>full disclosure
>image related

>>27506137
>>[x] Full truth.
They already told us thier story.

>>27506137
>"PTSD...I was reliving my sister's death and thought Laura was one of the people that came out of the vans." Start with that anyway.

>>27506181
I don't think she died, but we can believe she did.

>>27506137
>[ ] Full truth.

this>>27506181

>>27506205
I agree with you, but everything we just saw pretty much confirms that JJ is blaming himself for Joyce's "death" and I plan to roll with that until we get some in game evidence to the contrary. At minimum "believing" that she's dead explains (and to be honest, sort of excuses) a lot of our behavior.

>>27506181
I don't think she died, i think she would have been our other character if chose defensive.

>>27506160
>>27506162
>>27506218
This will require a roll based on your trust of these dudes.

>DC16
>boosted by the amount of your highest Social Lin-ahem-Relationship in the room (3)

>>27506243
Please see >>27506234.

Thank you for your patience Anon as I do not particularly feel like explaining my thinking further.

Rolled 17

>>27506251

Rolled 2

>>27506251

>>27506251
This right?

>>27506137
>[X] Full truth

>>27506271
Good everyone stop rolling.

Rolled 18 + 3

>>27506276
Forgot the dice

Rolled 1

>>27506288

YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, MOM!

>>27506288
>>27506298
Neither of you are the bosses of me so I rolled a 21! Deal with it!

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>>27506298

>>27506298
thank god it is only best of 3 rolls.

>>27506271
That's a naked 17 too, so we're checking at 20. Cool beans.

>>27506243
But then who was mobility package?

>>27506298
>>27506306
>>27506312

I can't believe I got exactly what I wanted.

>>27506316
Spider-Man, duh.

>>27506316
Batman.

>>27506316
no clue yet.

>>27506326
HAH!

>>27506316
Probably some scrawny dude with white hair and an entirely different sister complex. And daddy issues.

>>27506316
So she did survived and is in New York probably searching for us.

>>27506354
I think Crusty was pointing out that we only have one sibling, so the proposed pattern cannot hold.

>>27506362
Weren't we at zero siblings until now?

There could be another, somewhere...

>>27506362
who said they all had to be related?

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Homeless%20Mutant%20Quest

There, a much better link to include.

>>27506375
>>27506362
He never talked about his past so it was assumed he had no close family.

>>27506396
Exactly. Clan Gang Green Gang is a go

Mutie scum.

>>27506414
I'm sorry, that was wrong. I'm not being the mutant Mr. Rogers knew I could be.

>>27506271
>[X] Full truth
>17
>bueno excellente

Well, some of this had to come out sooner or later. They’ve confided a great deal in you, and they’ve trusted you – perhaps excessively. For all they know Creeper could be about to barge through the door and cut everyone’s dicks off, then shake your hand and give you a hearty (greasy) pat on the back.

You glance at the door. Nope, nothing. Cool. No jinx.

Laura stays tense, as if she could spring away at any time. She stares at you in expectant silence.

“Right then…” Once upon a time, JJ Green was an all-American boy on an all-American farm out in Michigan. The dragons attacked but his ogre sister beat them up and he decided to go travelling for a while the end. Urgh. “Well, as the accent may suggest, I’m not from NY…”

It takes a while. You halt at bits and, where you can, you gloss over certain stuff. But eventually you’re done, and an immense weight seeps from your chest.

“Whoa.” Is the first response, courtesy of Noriko. She’s looking a lot better, you note.

Laura is looking at her feet, seemingly thinking about something.

>Your excellent roll has greatly mitigated a potentially catastrophic loss of Relationship!

>[ ] “How’d I get here anyway? Pretty sure I passed out outside.”
>[ ] “Well, good news, I ‘scored’ a deal with Creeper.”
>[ ] Check the time.

>>27506493
>>[ ] Check the time.

then
>[ ] “Well, good news, I ‘scored’ a deal with Creeper.”

also apologize to Laura one more time

>>27506493
>[ ] “How’d I get here anyway? Pretty sure I passed out outside.”

>>27506493
Curse you for ignoring my 18!
>[ ] Check the time.
Then if we have time ask
>[ ] “How’d I get here anyway? Pretty sure I passed out outside.”

>>27506493
>>[ ] “How’d I get here anyway? Pretty sure I passed out outside.”
>>[ ] “Well, good news, I ‘scored’ a deal with Creeper.”
>>[ ] Check the time.
All of these can be done at the same time and in the same convo also apologize agian.

>>27506514
this

>>27506493
>[X] “Well, good news, I ‘scored’ a deal with Creeper.”
But before going into any details...
>[X] Check the time.

>>27506514
this also find a way to see who found you.

>>27506524
This. But throw in that last apology to Laura.

>[X] “How’d I get here anyway? Pretty sure I passed out outside.”
>[X] Check the time.

“How’d I get here anyway? Pretty sure I passed out outside.”

Laura looks up from her feet and nods.

“Yes, you were in the corridor downstairs when I returned.”

“Oh, hah, right.” Ack. An extra little stab of guilt pangs at you. “I’m… really sorry, Laura. About that… thing.”

She shakes her head.

“No, I may have done something similar, had the roles been reversed.” She looks away for a moment, as if contemplating something, and then adds: “You can make it up to me.”

You chuckle. Well, alright. Still, something’s nagging at… at… you…

“Hey… you sure I was in the corridor when you found me?”

She nods.

“Oh. Okay.” Huh. You… you could’ve sworn you crashed all over that furniture store. You remember being on your feet, then on your knees, then on your back, then nothing. Maybe you’re just kinda muddled up?

The thought evaporates when you check the time. 5:45.

You have roughly half an hour to get to the Bugle. Shit.

>[ ] RUN. LIKE THE WIND.
>[ ] Aww you know what fuck it I’ve gotta jack a supervillain’s shit later I’m too tired for this crap.
>[ ] Write in.

>>27506706
GOTTA GO FAST

>>27506706
>>[ ] RUN. LIKE THE WIND.
Gotta make paper, and tell them before you run that you made a deal with the creaper.

>>27506706
>>[ ] RUN. LIKE THE WIND.

$60 homie
no work no eat

>>27506706
>[ ] RUN. LIKE THE WIND.
But let them know the creeper thing is settled for now

>>27506706
Quickly explain that we have to do a job to get Creeper off their backs and that we'll be back early morning at the earliest.

Leave most of our cash with Laura, she's in charge.

>>27506706

Run like the wind!

"Shit, I'm going to be late for work. Gotta work to eat, gotta eat to live...and then tonight I rip off a supervillain,"

>>27506706
"I will make it up to you. If I survive the job I got roped into doing to keep Kev and Nori retribution free. Probably will be fine, it's just - oh no it's quarter of six! I've got to get to work..."

Start running.

>>27506706
You know, I'm kinda thinking fuck it as I really don't want to stress out our fellow before the operation.

On the other hand, I don't want to lose our steady income and our contact with Peter Parker.

>>27506706
[spoilers]Foreshadowing! Who was bedtime fairy?[/spoilers]
>Run Like The Wind
Time to use that enhanced agility!

>>27506756
Hey, if we die it wont go to waste then.

>>27506784
Agility ain't speed dog.

>>27506706
>[X] Write in
"Shit, I gotta get to work ASAP, I'll tell you about the job Creeper is having me do once I get back."

>[X] RUN. LIKE THE WIND.
SPEED OF KENYANS AND ENERGYLEGS

considering the fact that everyone's power is potentially dangerous, we should get a stick to poke people for future emergency wake ups

preferably plastic or metal because Kevin

>>27506806
>implying we can't uberparkour our ass to the bugle
Son, do you even comic?

>>27506806
It kinda is and isn't at the same time.

>>27506706
>“Huh. You… you could’ve sworn you crashed all over that furniture store.
maybe ask laura to scout out a new hideout if she has time?

>>27506806
No, but it allows us to do non-insane parkour without fear of falling over.

>>27506835
Crusty himself made the distinction. We took enhanced Agility over enhanced Speed.

You can go slightly fast but we're not GOTTA GO FAST for a while.

>>27506861
look
>>27506861

>>27506861
We're better at dodging traffic now though. Might help shave a couple minutes off the trip.

Wait guys do we go to work invisible?
It should shave off alot of time.

>>27506910
I don't see how that helps particularly, barring unexpected events

>>27506910
How? And why would we do that anyway after collapsing because we used it to long

>>27506910
I'd say we don't use invisibility much. Gotta save up the juice for tonight.

>>27506930
It means we can take the subway. Bad idea though, we don't want to re-injure our invisibility right before the job, I say we heal for another few hours at least,

>>27506951
good point
>>27506930
It helps us skip lines and not be noticed of our presence.
>>27506937
We used it for hours i believe and this is 20-30 minutes.

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>[X] RUN. LIKE THE WIND.
>[X] Write in.

Aw, shit.

Gotta be the cartoon hedgehog. Gotta – gotta be Saturday morning cartoon speed, possibly Road Runner fast. Or faster. Who is faster than Road Runner?

You bolt to your feet and, in a moment of confounded urgency, try to grab around for all the shit that’s pretty much on you. Oh.

“Uh, look, guys, I gotta go. Uh…” You pad down your jeans, withdrawing all but $15 and placing it on the floor beside Laura. “I worked stuff out with Creeper, kind of, and yeah, I’ve been thinking that it’s safer to keep most of our cash here. Anyway… gottago.”

You run like the wind.

>Hunger Level: 5

Urgh, you run like a gaseous, smoggy wind. Your tummy huuuurts.

Luckily, you just about miss most of the morning rush and find yourself at those glorious Bugle gates just shy of 6:30. You’re a little later than you should be, but you’ve got plenty of time to find your spot. You rush in. Vanessa’s back and she quickly points you on your way to the usual side-corridor nearby the presses.

As you open the door you very nearly smack straight into a dude, but – with poise you honestly can’t help but be a little dumbstruck by – a he twists around you, bending under your arm. With a stack of files clasped against his chest. He shoots you an almost frightened, kinda weirdly apologetic look, kinda a deer + headlights thing, and – and hey, it’s Parker.

And he has a bruise the size of Kansas all over his left eye.

>[ ] “Whoa, Parker, that was some slick movement there.”
>[ ] “Hey, man, what happened to your face?”
>[ ] Just say hi and wave him off. Gotta work.

>>27506977
I think the travel time was like 30-45 minutes. Might be faster now if we can take shortcuts.

>>27507014
>>[ ] Just say hi and wave him off. Gotta work.
"Hey Parker, nice moves, sorry about your face, inna rush."

>>27507014
>“Whoa, Parker, that was some slick movement there.”
>“Hey, man, what happened to your face?”

>>27507014
>>[ ] “Whoa, Parker, that was some slick movement there.”
>>[ ] “Hey, man, what happened to your face?”

>>27507014

>Whoa, Parker, that was slick!"
Sorry about that.
>Hey man, what happened to your eye?

>>27507014
"Phew, sorry bout that. Nice dodge by the way." point to the side of our (JJ's) face corresponding to the Parker bruise and wince "Woah, are you ok Pete?"

>>27507014
>[X] “Hey, man, what happened to your face?”
>(He might be a mutie, better not blow his cover.)

>>27507014
>[ ] “Whoa, Parker, that was some slick movement there.”
>[ ] "What happened to your face?”

>>27507151
Just seeing some one do acrobatics doesn't automatically make them a mutie anon.

>>27507255
True enough, could be just member of some fight club.

>>27507292
That's, kind of what he is, in a way. Part of a fight club I mean. Oh man, Marvel makes so much more sense now.

IS crusty still here?

>>27507705

Not sure.

[X] Whoa, Parker

>>27507705
Pretty sure he passed out.

>>27507785
Too many feels were felt this day.

Holy fuck sorry about that. Had a short emergency going there.

Is... anyone still around?

>>27508100
Yes.

>>27508100
still here

>>27508100
Yeah its cool, and if you can talk about it what was the emergency?

>>27508100
Your favorite player reporting in.

>>27508100
yep

>>27508100
I'm still here, still cursing you for ignoring my 18!

Rolled 6

>>27508100
yea lets do this

>>27508100
yup, this flatscan haunts still

>>27508100
still here. everything ok?

>[X] “Whoa.”
>[X] “Hey, man, what happened to your face?”

“Whoa, Parker, that was slick movement there.”

For some reason, he doesn’t seem to think so himself, and just kinda chuckles nervously, waving it off.

“Nah, just lucky, I guess.”

“Well, I want some of your luck, then.”

“Hah, uh…” He scratches the back of his neck and smiles nervously. “Yeah, that’s me. Mr… lucky.”

In the awkward silence that follows you clear your throat and shift a little, trying to keep your eyes off the incredibly, ridiculously distracting bruise cluttering up one side of his face.

“Uh, you alright, by the way?” He shoots you a puzzled look. “Your face, man. What happened there?”

“Oh! Oh, right, yeah…” Man, this kid can invent new types of awkward and then some. “It’s not so bad, really. I just… fell. Down some stairs.”

Fell down some stairs. Right.

>[ ] “You sure you’re okay. It looks really bad.”
>[ ] “You know, not to pry or whatever, if anyone’s, I dunno, giving you shit, you should probably tell someone.”
>[ ] “Sure, kid.” (leave)
>[ ] Write in.

Again, sorry bout that huge wait. I’ll have to be off relatively soon but I at least want to get you guys to an okay stopping point.

>>27508244
Yeah, everything's cool now.

Rolled 14, 5 = 19

>>27508324

>[ ] “You know, not to pry or whatever, if anyone’s, I dunno, giving you shit, you should probably tell someone.”

>>27508324
>>[ ] “You sure you’re okay. It looks really bad.”
Whens the next thread?

>>27508324
>>[ ] Write in.
"Not to sound like a jerk or anything, but that's got to be one of the most generic lies ever."

>>27508324
>[ ] “You know, not to pry or whatever, if anyone’s, I dunno, giving you shit, you should probably tell someone.”
You shouldn't let your significant other hit you man, that shit is fucked up.

>>27508324
>You sure you're okay? It looks really bad.
>You gotta take care of you man. Feel better and don't let the stairs get the better of you.

>>27508362
This works better.

>>27508324
>>[ ] “You know, not to pry or whatever, if anyone’s, I dunno, giving you shit, you should probably tell someone.”
Man, I sure hope Parker isn't being abused by his girlfriend.

>>27508324
>>[ ] “You know, not to pry or whatever, if anyone’s, I dunno, giving you shit, you should probably tell someone.”

>>27508410
Hey, he might be gay for all we know. Lets not make any assumptions.

>>27508410
Why would it be his significant other?

Clearly it's his uncle.

>>27508428
No, we got inside info that he's got a gf. From 07:
>“Something about his aunt? Or his girlfriend? Someone female had an accident.” Wow, that’s kind of vague and useless and exceedingly disregardful. “To be honest, he’s done this a few times before. There’s always a girlfriend or a classmate or an aunt that fell down the stairs or whatever. He’s probably sitting on his couch playing videogames.”

>>27508452
>Why would it be his significant other?
>
>Clearly it's his uncle.
How old is Parker again?

>>27508324
"Look, Peter, I know it's not my place - hell, I'm just some homeless bum finally trying to put his life in order - but look, if someone's hurting you it's only going to make things worse if you cover for them. It just encourages them to keep hurting you worse, to use you til you're all used up... Look, I'm not gonna tell ya what to do man, but be careful and remember to take care of yourself too, ok?" be really, really sincere.

>>27508452
Sexual abuse isn't funny, Crusty.

>>27508452
Don't you mean aunt?

>>27508495
youre right
its hilarious

>>27508324
>You gotta take care of you man. Feel better and don't let the stairs get the better of you.
from: >>27508379

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