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In the dead of night, with only the safety of your daughter on your mind, you are greeted with a knock upon your hotel room door.

Outside of it (as you can see through the peephole) is a young redheaded woman named Olga, an underling of the “made man” Knucks, whom you knocked down a couple hundred pegs. Unsuccessfully she is hiding a gun behind her back – even you knew how to properly hide a gun, and all you were was a driver. And to make matters worse, your daughter Anna has begun to cry fitfully.

You are Ivan Nabokov, and at the moment, all you want is to return to the peaceful world of sleep.

[1/2]
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Of course, life is not generally that easy. Olga knocks on the door once again, tapping a foot in impatience.

>Talk through the door (last player choice)

“Olga.” You say, voice still hoarse with sleep, “We’ll talk like this, through the door. What is it you want?”

“Ivan, do you not trust me? Let me in, I walked here and I’d like to sit down.”

She thought of you as an idiot, it seemed. Did she expect you to believe that nonsense? Being underestimated gave you a one up on fat man Knucks - it would sure as hell give you a one-up with Olga.

“Anything you can say to me in here, you can start out there.”

You see her hand shake a bit.

“Ivan, dear, I’d like to see your daughter, to make sure she’s okay after what you went through mere hours ago.”

And there it was – she knew something only Knucks would have told her before hand, and what only Vlad’s most trusted men would know afterwards - the affair at your house. She was only close to the former, and you got confirmation then and there of what she was at your door to do. To finish.

“How would you know what went down tonight, Olga?”

Silence. Through the peephole you can see her eyes narrow and she draws her silenced gun, aiming it directly at the door. Riiiight about where your stomach was. Bitch.

>Open the door, slam it in her face
>Dive away and protect your daughter
>Write in
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>>36087844
>Open the door, slam it in her face
The best way to protect the ones you love is with violence.
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>>36087844
>Open the door, slam it in her face
Fuck that cyka up!
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>>36087844
>Open the door, slam it in her face
And by I open, I mean we kick that door into her face for extra force. Then we go and grab her gun, with a good punch to the face just to make sure
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It is with a sigh that you realize that, yet again, something in your life needed to be settled with violence. You were not a violent man by nature, no – you just happened to be very, very good at dishing out pain and justice. Were you able to go through life without encountering another person (let alone fight another person), you’d be much happier, but c’est la vie. Or something. You weren't French.

You breathe in deeply and then deliver the aforementioned pain and justice with a strong kick to the hard wooden door. It opened up quickly, like a train rushing over the rails, and knocked right into the young woman standing (unfortunately for her) directly in its zone of impact. She flies back into the opposite wall and slumps down, red hair like a river behind her and blood beginning to trickle from…somewhere on her head. Out of her hand flew her gun, and it lands thankfully right before you on the floor.

As you collect the few bags you came with and the precious cargo that was Anna you point the firearm at Olga, who was struggling to pick herself up from the floor.

“H-How dare you!” she coughs out, and then in a flash manages to lounge from her position right at you and your daughter. With an impeccably timed turn you dodge her movement and knock her in the head with the butt of the pistol. Like a cripple she crumbles to the ground. With hard eyes like ice you place your booted foot on her chest, between her (admittedly nice looking) breasts. Although she claws at your leg she is more or less incapacitated.

A check of the gun’s clip tells you that you have 8 bullets.

>Shoot her, use a bullet
>Threaten her, save a bullet
>Tie her up, save a bullet
>Write in
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>>36088290
>>36087844

Goddamn it. I always forget my trip for the first few posts. Mi dispiace.
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>>36088290
It's kind of dark, but we could stomp her to death or try to choke her out with our boot.
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>>36088375
Jesus, anon - that is pretty dark hahaha.
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>>36088290
>Tie her up, save a bullet
After we stomp her into unconsciousness
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>>36088290
>Tie her up, save a bullet
"How dare I? You should be considered lucky that you still live."
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>>36088375
I'll back it. Why waste the bullet and draw more attention with a gunshot?
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>>36088290
>Tie her up, save a bullet
We don't really need to kill her.
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>>36088290
Let's just tie her up and move somewhere else. We've killed enough people today.
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>>36088290
Tie her up if we can call vlad safely do so if not radio silence and interrogate her.
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>>36088542
>>36088537
>>36088446
>>36088440

You look down at the struggling woman, unable to contain the hate in your eyes for her. Putting your daughter at risk – who does she think she is?

“How dare *I*? You should count your blessings, Olga – you’ll still be alive come morning. Unlike that fat pig you fawn over.”
At that last comment she returns the hatred with a look almost as forceful as yours, but you think nothing of it. You place Anna’s baby seat on the ground and then search your bag for the rope you had stored, in case of emergency.

It does not take long to tie the girl up to a chair in the hotel room after you drag her in there by her hair. She struggled, of course, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle. In a chair in the center of the room, surrounded by nothing useful, she is helpless and unable to move, what with the binding being as tight as you made it.

“Fucker.” She growls “You’ll get what’s coming to you, let me tell you.”

You cock an eyebrow.

“Is that so?”

“Yes it is! You and your fucking daug-“

She is unable to finish the sentence. A sock stuffed in her mouth as an improvised gag does the trick and you look her up and down once more before closing and locking the room door after you.

“I hate to be a bother Vlad, but you might want to send someone after Olga. She is right now in the room I was staying in, tied up like a ribbon.”

On the other end Vlad sounds tired. “Yes, yes, we’ll pick her up.”

“What next?” you ask. Now you were compromised yet again.

>You get on the road for a few days until plans are made
>You go back to the headquarters and stay there
>You get a new room in the same hotel
>Write in
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>>36088788
>You get on the road for a few days until plans are made
HQ is too obvious and who the fuck would stay in the hotel after that shit?
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>>36088788
>>You get on the road for a few days until plans are made
We were born to be on the road.
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>>36088788
>You get on the road for a few days until plans are made
Staying mobile will make it harder for them to track us...

We should be very wary of common tracking practices.
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>>36088788
>You get on the road for a few days until plans are made
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>>36088788
Just stay on the move, we seem to have bad luck with hotels.
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You thank Vlad for everything he’s done for you recently and hang up the attention, now paying attention to little Anna. In her little seat/carry basket she stares up at you with bright green eyes, like those of her dear mother’s. Although she squirms, she does not cry and you’re thankful for the relative silence. You stick the gun in the back of your pants and offer her a large finger to play with as you walk to your car.

As though they were one long event, the next few days pass by quickly and without distinction. Colors and shapes, cars and buildings and country roads pass your window as you drive as far from the little town you called home as you could, stopping only for gas, food, and sleep. Little Anna, for the most part, is quiet – what a good child – and you clear you mind of worry. Surely by now both Olga and Knucks have been dealt with. Who knows, maybe Vlad will be able to let you settle down.

However, life is never as easy as you’d hope, and violence was always lurking behind you, like a shadow.

It was a cold night and, intending to sleep, you had parked in a secluded little opening off of a dirt road, deep in a forest of pines. It was very, very dark, with the only light coming from the stars and the moon above. You try sleeping, but something makes you feel unsettled and in the darkness you can see the movement of humans.

>Turn on the car, shine the lights on the fuckers
>Pretend to be asleep and see what will unfold before acting
>Write in
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>>36089234
>Turn on the car, shine the lights on the fuckers
Get ready to run them over if they try anything
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>>36089234
Turn on that car. Consider checking up on the status of your passport, this is just getting silly.
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>>36089234
>Turn on the car, shine the lights on the fuckers
I don't want to take any chances here.
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>>36089234

>Drive away/over them
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In the darkness you narrow your eyes, but you’re unable to see much besides slight movement, and the glint of…something in the recesses of the shadowy forest. As much as you’d like to just sit and wait, being proactive in this case is probably better.

Readying yourself to drive you turn on your car, and the bright lights blare in front of you, giving you a great view.

A great view, of course, of a line of about 10 people, each armed with a weapon and with 2 or 3 of them on ATVs.

As though you were in a movie there was a moment of unmoving, ocean like silence and inactivity. You looked at them. They looked at you. Nothing moved, nothing made a sound. Until, that is, you hear the faint clicks of the men readying their weapons. Instantly you rev up your engine, and then the scene shifts – everything is fast and loud. The men scream, your daughter cries, and your car screeches as you drive towards the men, and then cut sharply in a turn to head back onto the road. Some of the men shoot at you, while the ATVs start up.

Back on the straightaway you speed as fast as you can, cutting through the darkness like a shooting star. Behind you, the men have hopped on the ATVs and are speeding down after you, weaving between each other. Bullets fly past your car and a couple hit the windows and sides, banging off like coins. Can nothing ever be easy?

>Focus on getting away / evasive maneuvers
>Focus on taking the followers out
>Write in
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>>36089585
>Focus on getting away / evasive maneuvers
We are The Taximan, they cannot hope to match us in driving
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>>36089585
>Focus on getting away / evasive maneuvers
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>>36089585
>Focus on getting away / evasive maneuvers
Save daughter first kill fucks second but if we have something heavy and detachable to drop do so and prep our gun for when they come alongside us.
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>>36089585
>Focus on getting away / evasive maneuvers
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>>36087754
>Accidental Idol Russian Mafia Quest
I'd like an explanation
>The mafia is russian idols
>The idol is mafia produced
>The idol accidentally the mafiya
Also, idol ethnicity?
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Maximum speed.
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>>36089771
im guessing his daughter becomes an idol
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>>36089771
This specific quest - Ivan's - has (admittedly) nothing to do with idorus. However, it exists in the universe of the Accidental Idol quest, and so it's appropriately named for that.
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>>36089807
>Ivan asks Iori and Protag if they could help his daughter pass an idol tryout as a favor for him
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It is with a lead foot with the precision of a scalpel that you drive. You pick up speed and begin sliding from one side of the narrow road to the other – controlled movements, of course – and watch in the mirror as the ATVs begin falling behind. Trees melt past your vision, and your reflexes are sharp. You easily get around any small obstacle in the road, and the few turns you have to take were made like a pro.

That said, the light from the ATVs begins to catch up to you again, as do the bullets. One of them manages to get directly on the side of your car.

“For Knucks, you asshole!” he says, and slams into you, rebounding off and heading for your side again. Your car barely takes damage, but you are pushed, and your daughter cries harder. Does he not care that he’s putting your child at risk? What scum!

When he pulls up again he is brandishing a gun, pointing it straight at your head in the car. But you’re having none of that, no sir. You take one hand off the wheel, despite the speed you’re going, and pull his arm in, past you, and he struggles to get out of your grasp. Like a scared child he fires off bullets, which fly, ineffective, out of the window on the other side of the car.

As you pull him his vehicle slips out from beneath him and careens into a tree, where it crashes with a loud sound. The man clings to you and your car now, dangly dangerously - especially at the speed you’re going. One wrong move, and well…

“OH GOD OH GOD DON’T DROP ME!” he cries.

Well?

>Drop him
>Don’t drop him
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>>36089956
>Drop him
The only people who should kill... are those prepared to be killed!
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>>36089956
Drop him he threatened our daughter he goes down.
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>>36089916
It'd be some time before we do that, his daughter is still a baby if I'm reading right.
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>>36089956
>Drop him
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>>36089956
>Don’t drop him
Drag him around. Stop in a nice clearing for alcohol and interrogation.
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>>36090016
Pretty sure this is Ivan's past. Not sure how far back though
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>>36090027
This.
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>>36089956


>Drop him
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It is without a single word that you drop the screaming man from your grasp, and he falls backwards onto the ground at high speeds, scraping along the road, rolling like a pig in mud before stopping, silent and dead, perhaps.

As it is whenever you kill someone, there is a slight twinge of regret in your chest. Slight enough, of course, to allow you to keep doing so in order to protect yourself and your daughter, but it’s there alright.

From behind you can see the second ATV coming up now, speeding past its injured comrade until it’s directly behind you. From there he fires a number of bullets that break through the back window and whiz over your daughter’s head before slamming into the windshield where cracks began spreading. Anna’s cries sound out loudly once again.

Figuring that the only thing you can do is end this quickly, you slam hard on the brake and the ATV cannot stop in time – it hits your car, bounces off, and throws the man onto the back of your car. As you speed up you can hear him clamoring on the roof.

And then the fucker does something unimaginable – he shoots into the car, and very nearly hits Anna. The bullet fires to the left of her, but it’s closer than you’d ever want. No, this was not going to continue.

>Shoot your own gun into the roof
>Try and shake him off
>Write - in
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>>36090281
>Try and shake him off
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>>36090281
>Slam brakes real quick to shoot him off the front
>Then run over him
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>>36090281
>Shoot your own gun into the roof
That was too close, don't let him get a second shot
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>>36090281
>Shoot your own gun into the roof
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>>36090281

>Shoot your own gun into the roof
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>>36090317
That’s it. A shot at your daughter? At the single thing in your life that was important to you? This man was going to pay dearly.

You draw your weapon as you speed up the car, keeping your control but hoping he loses his. Then, with the gun’s muzzle to the roof, you fire off 2 shots. After the first you hear a groan, but the man is still on your roof – you can see his hands gripping near the top of the door on either side. And so, once again, you fire in the approximate location of his skull.

You need no more proof of your hit than the fact that he rolls off of the front of your car onto the road, where you run him over without even stopping. The man was barely a speedbump; he was a bug that needed to be squashed.

Finally it seems as though you had completely lost the would-be assassins. There were no more bullets flying past your car, and no more ATVs trying to play cat and mouse. As far as you could tell, you were safe.

You did not, however, stop driving until the light of the midday sun shown bright in through your windows.

Now that you were safe, you pulled over and called Vlad. The phone rang once, twice, and on the third you heard his voice.

[1/2]
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>>36090697
[2/2]
“Ivan…” he choked out. The man sounded in pain, and resigned to his fate. “Ivan, Knucks...he escaped. Had followers. They…they ruined so many things here. I can hardly feel any part of my body. My child is…oh, Ivan.”

What? No, this wasn’t what you expected to happen. Vlad was kind, he was altruistic, he was well liked. Why, then, was he now dying?

“Sir…” you start, but he interrupts you.

“I have booked you a flight to a small town in Japan. There, you have a house, paid off, and a sum of money I transferred to you. If you can get to the airport, you’ll be free.”

“Thank you, sir.” You say, and you almost feel a tear come to your eye. But there was no time for that. None at all.

“I trust that you will not take life in vain, the why I had.”

“Vlad – “

But the connection clicked off.

>Head straight for the airport
>Drive to Vlad
>Write in
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>>36090713
>Drive to Vlad
Vlad had a kid, we need to find out what went down.
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>>36090713
Remember as much about Vlad we can, try to head to a place the kid would likely be. Also grab some armament and if we have someone we can trust drop off our daughter with them.
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>>36090713
>Drive to Vlad
>>36090780
Except they either kidnapped or killed him, so we have no idea where the kid is
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>>36090713
>Head straight for the airport

They found us in the middle of the woods. Fucking around any longer in places they probably expect us to go will just get us killed.
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>>36090823
Changing my vote to
>Head straight for the airport
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>>36090713
>Head straight for the airport
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>>36090846
>>36090866
Cmon, Vlad would do it for us.
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>>36090713
>Head straight for the airport
As much as I want to go to Vlad... our Daughter is first priority
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>>36090713
>Book it for the airport before they make us give them the girl to pay off our debt
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>>36090883
If we go for Vlad, we'll be putting our daughter in danger, and I don't think he would like us putting our only family in danger.
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>>36090916
Fine. Later.
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>>36090846
>>36090866
>>36090873
>>36090890
>>36090897

For a moment, you are torn completely in two. Vlad, he…he was as kind a man to as your beloved father. He gave you a job, a life, and more than anything you could ever ask. And yet, you feel in your heart that you have to go. You have to take this final chance that Vlad had given you and save your daughter, get yourself to Japan and never return. He has given you a new life in a new country, where you could be free of your mob ties and give little Anna the life her mother would’ve desired.

You try and justify not going – he was dead anyway, and you know Knucks and his men had no qualms about killing children – and you succeed in cutting off the desire to exact revenge upon the fat man.

A deep breath, two, and then you’re off, heading for the airport at breakneck speeds.

It is not long before you can see the planes that continually take off and land at the small airport you’ve come to. You park the car and walk towards the main building, when a large SUV skids to a stop in front of you.

Oh, come on! You were so close.

Clambering out of the vehicle, and steadying himself so that he doesn’t fall on his fat ass, you see the injured face of Knucks and 3 of his cohorts slide out of the vehicle. He stands tall, large, and cross-armed while his followers mimic him.

“Comrade, your little road trip ends here.” He smirks. What a cunt. What an absolute cunt.

“It was you who killed Vlad, was it not?” you ask, shielding your daughter behind you.

“That old man needed to be ended. We live in a new time, Ivan. One you will not see after today.”

“You’re scum, Knucks. Absolute Scum.”

>Attack first, it’s gonna happen anyway
>Wait for him to strike
>Write in
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>>36091223
>Wait for him to strike
Then blow his brains out
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>>36091223
Drop them with your gun you don't have time for this shit.
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>>36091223
"What did you do to Vlad's child."
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>>36091223
>Focus all you have on getting Anna o the plane
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>>36091223
Drop his cohort and cap his knee. Interrogate and kill
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>>36091223
>Write in
Shoot the three, kneecap, then disarm Knucks. We need to interrogate him.
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>>36091223
>GATTAI!
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You don’t waste a second in your attack. There is nothing more you want than to end this scene, right here and right now.
You slide Anna and her baby seat with your foot and hide her behind the door of your car, while simultaneously pulling out the gun you stole from Olga, which still had 6 more bullets.

At the same time you manage to pop off one cap in the head of one follower, and then turn and blast another in the chest, and he falls to the ground.

By this time, the remaining follower and Knucks are able to react.

The man pulls his own gun on you, and manages to hit you square in the left arm. Blood starts leaking from it immediately, but you don’t slow down. Instead, you fire two shots at him, and he falls in an instant.

Unfortunately, you did not notice the large mass that was Knucks heading towards you, and with his trademark iron knuckles he hits you once, twice in the stomach.

Fuck, it definitely hurt.

You find yourself coughing up blood as he punches you once more and you fly back onto your ass.

“Ha! You should know by now that I will come out on top Ivan.”

You raise your hand to shoot at him, but he punches you in the face before you can.

There’s gotta be something you can do to him.

>Kneecap the fuck
>Try to blow up his SUV
>Write in

I swear to god, this is the captcha: should runover
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>>36091573
Kick him in the dick
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>>36091573
The Captcha fortells

>Kneecap
followed by
>Run over
if he's down
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>>36091573
>Kneecap the fuck then take Anna, get in the taxi, and run over Knucks
Believe in Captcha, trust Captcha
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>>36091573
Can't disobey the captcha.
> Kick him in the groin, Pull the gear in your car to neutral, and have it crush him.
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>>36091573
>Pic related
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>>36091573
>shoot him in the dick.
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>>36091573

>Kneecap the fuck
then run him over
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FUCK

Give me a few minutes more, guys. I was writing and the 7 year old laptop I have died. Of course, the charger seemed to have broken just now as well, so I have to finish this thread on my phone. Wish me luck.
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>>36092001
Oh gosh. Good luck Chrom.
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>>36092001
Fight on man, for Ivan, for Anna, for Inglip
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>>36092036
Ivanna OTP
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>>36092152
that's his daughter you sick fuck
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The fat man laughs - his chins, his stomach jiggling like possessed jello - and he walks over to you, who had managed to crawl to the opposite side of the car from your daughter. You were behind the driver's side door, and she was behind the passenger side door.

As Knucks walked slowly towards you, still laughing, you took the opportunity to shoot the fucker directly in his kneecap. It broke with a sickening, liquidy squelch and he collapsed to the ground, yelling obsenities.

"You fucker! Why would you do that? Why can't you just accept that I'm going to kill you?!"

You just grimace, shaking your head. While leaning into your car you grab a bag of yours and place it firmly on the gas pedal, and then, without a word, you managed to switch it into drive from your position.
The car rocketed off faster than you expected and managed to hit Knucks square in the body, crushing ribs and organs with pure kinetic energy and percusive force. Unfortunately the man was so large that his body rebounded the car as well, and it flipped after hitting him, falling to its side far from you and your daughter.

You struggle up onto your feet, shaking, still reeling from the man's admittedly hard punches.

"D-did you kill his son, too? Vlad's?" you ask, now towering over the fat man.

Although now bloody and beaten, he still laughs. "Butchered him, like his father."

And that was that. No more questions. No more leaving him to the whim of the higher ups. No more mercy. You placed your gun on his forehead and pulled the trigger, the last bullet firing out of the chamber faster than you could even think two words to yourself:
"It's done."

>Head for the flight
>Try and call Vlad out of desperate hope
>Write in
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>>36092194
Where we're at right now, his daughter fuck you sick!
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>>36092216
>Head for the flight
Also
> no dickkicking
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>>36092216
>Head for the flight
>>36092152
Pic related
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>>36092216
>Try and call Vlad to see what he's up to
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>>36092216
>Try and call Vlad out of desperate hope
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>>36092216
>Head for the flight
>Try and call Vlad out of desperate hope
do both even if it is going through the motions we have to try one last time.
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>>36092216
>Head for the flight
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Voting is over!
I'm going to kill myself. No laptop charger is torture. It's literally the only computer I have
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Now back on your feet and filled with resolve to finally fix all of this, you take pained but sure steps first towards your child, and then (after you had her) your bags from the overturned vehicle. Anna looks up to you with wide eyes, knowing and unknowing at the same time, but you power on, and with one hand try and call Vlad once more.

The phone rings once. Twice. Three times. But just before you hang up, you hear a voice.

"H-hello?"

The voice on the other end sounded like it was crying. It was a female voice, high and smooth and sweet, belonging to Vlad's favorite and most hardworking secretary.

"Is he dead?" You're in too much pain to try and be polite about it.

"Y-yes. B-but his guards, his friends...they're still...they're not - "

You cut her off. She'll be okay if she's with the likes of those that Vlad trusted fully.

"Knuck's is dead. Undeniably."

And you hang up, having nothing more to say, not wanting to further post-pone the greiving process going on in the old head quarters. You weren't a part of that anymore.

Although you were given odd looks, and even questioned about medical care (which you turn down, in favor of just going once you reach your new home), you eventually made your way through the airport and on your way to Japan - a land where you'd have a fresh, new start thanks to Vlad's final actions.

Little Anna is alseep in your arms as the plane rises up into the air and you take a moment to finally, finally breathe. And then to finally, finally sleep.

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>>36092671
[2/2]
The first week or so in Japan passed by in a blur, but you settled quickly enough. With the small but cozy house paid off and a large sum of money wired into your account you are permitted to have a long time off to raise your daughter and to get your new life in order. You can't help but smile at this new turn of events. For the first time in a long time your life is going well.

And that "while" lasts 20 years. 2 decades of peace. Eventually you take up driving again, this time legally (as a cab driver) in order to help supplant the money you had, but more to give yourself something to do now that your daughter was away at college for large parts of the year. She grew up wonderfully; confident, fit, kind, and beautiful just like her mother. She did some work with idols, the girls themselves, but you never really understood that whole world and all that was necessary to you was to know that she was happy and healthy.

It's one night, however, when you again get a taste of the fast paced life you thankfully left behind. On your late night shift you drive around passenger-less, before spotting a lanky, tall man and a small, elegant looking girl waving to you from a bike on the side of the road. The two enter your car, and discuss amongst themselves where they need to go.

"The airport." the man says, in a voice that tells you that he was not at all comfortable at the moment (or talking to strangers, you think). The girl beside him nods.

And then, of course, you see the large SUVs coming for you. You see the halo of light from a helicopter above. And the familiar ding of bullets hitting a car awakens in you a feeling that had been burried under fatherly responsibility for 20 years.

Your lead foot is a precise scalpel, and you put your skills to the test once more in the face of adversity.

And what a fun time it is.

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Thanks for playing and reading tonight, anons! I hope you all enjoyed it. Next time we return to idoru crimes.

Questions, comments, and concerns are welcome.

As an aside, Olga and Pieter (mentioned in the first Ivan thread) are two of the three Russian mobsters from the kidnapping quest. Continuity!
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>>36092747
Thanks for the thread, you sexy thing!
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>>36092747
is Pieter the guy Ivan killed/beat down?
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>>36092713
This was fun. Pretty short, but fun. Thanks for running.
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>>36092747
Thanks for running! always love this series of one-shots.
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>>36092747
Thanks for running Chromatique
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>>36092747
I really liked this quest, great ending too. Thanks for running!

What would have happened if we shot Olga?
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>>36092747
Good read, Chrom. Can't wait for the next one
>Olga and Pieter (mentioned in the first Ivan thread) are two of the three Russian mobsters from the kidnapping quest.
I guess that explains why Ivan drove Mack Cauer to the scene?
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>>36092775
That he was! His blood was the blood that kinda splashed onto Protag!

>>36092772
>>36092781
>>36092784
Thanks, guys!

>>36092778
I had meant to make it a bit longer, but lelnocomputer kinda gave a fuck you to those plans.

>>36092798
What is this and why am I giggling like a little girl right now?
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>>36092802
NANOMACHINES!

But seriously, I would've had him shoot her in some ambiguous way/place, and explain that she was never really dead, just incapacitated/injured badly and we didn't stick around to see if she actually bit the bullet (pun intended).

>>36092803
Yup. He's got a police radio in his cab, and although he was already heading to the building to pick up Protag and Iori, he made it his mission to get his ass in there and finally stop them.
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>>36092747
What's the next crime?
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>>36092911
dont spoil it! the surprise is half the fun!
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>>36092911
>>36092917
>dont spoil it! the surprise is half the fun!

Good news for the secretive anon - I have no clue what I'm doing next. I usually ponder over it for, like, a week before figuring it out on the weekend.

In any case, the thread was archived. Be sure to vote, if you'd like!
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>>36092975
>Accidental Idol Illegal Dueling Quest
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>>36092975
>Accidental Idol Black Market Quest
Someone's been abusing Hammerspace, which means... IT'S HAMMER TIME
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>>36092975
Accidental Idol Shitposting on 2ch Quest
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>>36093140
snorted my soda, i should have seen that one coming.

>Accidental Idol Burglary Quest
>Accidental Idol Gambling Quest.
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>>36092975
>Accidental Idols Go to Heaven Quest
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>>36093257
no anon, bad anon
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>>36093257
Outer Heaven, perhaps.

Maybe meet Snake along the way.
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>>36092975
>Accidental Idol Played God Quest
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>>36093413
Not everything's a Metal Gear reference, you know.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UUQ-jmJcWN8
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>>36092975
>Accidental Idol Hand-holding Quest
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>>36093528
>Super-Glue
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>>36093556
>Accidental Idol Gunpla Quest
You use glue for those, right?
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>>36093528
>>36093556
I almost want to do this near-cartoon level plot. Like, I'm sure you guys could make it a blast. This might happen one day.
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>>36093435
I understood the reference to the move , but that would require a character death, and so I twisted it to be an MGS reference.
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>>36093779
>Next time on a very special episode of Accidental Idol Crime Quest, one of the characters you've come to know and love will die!
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so anyone for accidental idol caught banging cab driver daughteru quest?
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>no Accidental Idol Jaywalking Quest
Oh come on.
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>>36094576
I was going to suggest that as a light one.

They go on another date, everything goes absolutely perfectly even with MC freaking out thinking of crazy ways the date could be ruined, and then they get a ticket for Jaywalking on the way home right after he relaxes.
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Well since you said Ivan's daughter went into the Idol work, we should do something with that.
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>>36097124
She'll show up, don't you worry.

>>36094576
>>36094684
Not a bad idea, not at all. I may have to take something from this.



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