>>41993982
>[ ] Continue into the ruins.

FINALLY! A dungeon crawl!

>>41993982
>>[ ] Continue into the ruins.

>>41993982
>>[ ] Climb to high ground.

>>41993982
>[ ] Continue into the ruins.

>>41993982
>[ ] Continue into the ruins.

>>41993982
>[ ] Continue into the ruins.

>>41993982
>[X] Climb to high ground.

It's over [BZZZZZT], I have the high ground.

>>41993982
>[ ] Continue into the ruins.
>[ ] Write in

Let loose our claws, wings, horns, fangs, etc.

Have JJ open up and be himself.

>>41993982
>[ ] Continue into the ruins.

>>41993982
>>[X] Continue into the ruins.

Looks like you're gonna

>[X] Continue into the ruins.

>>41994131
what class is JJ in this dungeon crawl?
Paladin?
Rogue?
Druid?

>>41994151
Shaman

>>41994151
monk. Heavily unoptimized monk, with dips into master of many forms, warrior and something psionic. but he's so high level it doesnt matter, he curbstomps anyway

>>41994151

Rogue most likely.

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>>41994151
SORCERER

>>41994179
also shaman or druid levels

Turning your back on the endless expanse, you continue into the ruins. They cluster in closer, windows clogged with twisting bark, shadows of ash etched upon their walls. Long, sinuous vines loop their way from roof to roof, like clotheslines, decorated with tassels of ancient, damp fabric – torn, ragged shirts and old underwear. It clusters in closer, the walls closing in, until eventually you are aware of soft, damp earth yielding slightly under your feet.

Roots run like bone through the mud. The trees almost outnumber of buildings now – they twist in and out of the tumbled structures, seeming to bear them down into the earth, reclaiming them. There is a sharp, cold breeze, but it has no voice, only a faint, insistent touch, lingering upon your cheeks and your hands, at the tips of your bare toes.

As you press between the long, loping roots, you hear something move amidst the undergrowth – bones chattering and creaking in naked motion, ligaments stretching, breath bubbling through the air, persistent and hot. It moves parallel to you, crouching closer to the earth, to the trees, to the arched backs of the roots, skulking just out of sight.

It smells of flesh blood and split marrow.

You don’t feel so much as you know fear.

>[ ] Chase after it.
>[ ] Stand still.
>[ ] Run.

>>41994245
>>[ ] Chase after it.
Get back here.

>>41994245
>Stand still

>>41994245
>[X] Chase after it.

>>41994245
>[ ] Chase after it.

>>41994245
>>[ ] Stand still.

>>41994151
JJ is a paladin (cavalier) who forgot his armour.

And his sword.

And his shield.

And his horse.

Probably his belt too.

>>41994245
>[ ] Chase after it.
daddy told us to not afraid of anything

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>>41994245
>[ ] Chase after it.

>>41994245
>>[ ] Chase after it.

>[X] Chase after it.

Writing.

So this is a dream or something, right?

>>41994348
Yessir

>>41994335
But Frank! Stealing is a crime!

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>>41994335
>costume
>anything but being wreathed in a mantle of flame

Do you even T4?

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>sidequest 3 won't be completed

>>41994420
Maybe when we finally meet Joyce, we get to revisit it before continuing Main quest?

>(1/2)

You bolt into the undergrowth, ferns thrashing at your side, wind coursing along your spine, following its ragged scent. It twists and slips through the ruins, staying constantly ahead, moving in careful, precise bursts of shadow, joints cracking against one another, fresh, red blood flicking across the loti and lilies in its wake.

At some point you forget that your hands are hands, clawing frantically through the dirt, bounding from ruin to ruin, your heart pounding in your chest.

Eventually, it leads you through a thick, dark briar, nettles scraping at your arms as you squeeze through the tangle, coming to a broad, open clearing, the ground littered with junk and bones – bits of old toothbrush and shattered glasses, broken toys, cheap phones.

You hear bones click and snap all around you, long, many-limbed shapes moving in the dark.

They close in a rush of bloodied motion.

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>(2/2)

>HOMELESS MUTANT QUEST: CHAPTER TWO

You awaken with a start, the sweat cold against your brow.

The sky overhead is red and huge, midday clouds arrayed like long, dark trips of scar tissue. You’re on your back, nestled against the wall of one of the many skeletonized buildings that dot the scar, a thin layer of frost gleaming across your jumper. Someone’s poking your cheek with stick.

“Hey.” Young, drawling voice. “Are you dead?”

You shake your head slowly, glancing up.

There’s a kid squatting nearby, watching you intently. He can’t be any older than ten or eleven, with dark, matted hair and eyes of perfect, opaque black.

You remember last night. Leland. Coming back, feeling drunk with power and purpose. You must’ve crashed somewhere in the Scar.

You’re kinda surprised you slept through the cold.

“No.” You grunt, heaving yourself up. “I’m not dead.”

You look out across the Scar. The land dips slightly at your feet, giving you a middling view of the vast, grey expanse. Smoke rises from one of the old estates in the distance, spreading out across the sky as it rises, becoming little more than a wisp of slowly-dying warmth.

>NEMI


>Present Time: 10:11 AM
>Hunger Level: 3
>Current Funds: $1,095

>Solar Charge: 3/5

>[ ] Ask the kid where he’s from.
>[ ] Head back to the station.
>[ ] Walk around the Scar a little.
>[ ] Write in.

>>41994672
>>[ ] Ask the kid where he’s from.

>>41994672
>CHAPTER TWO

Chapter THREE.

Fuck this gay Earth.

>>41994672
>[ ] Ask the kid where he’s from.
Then
>[ ] Head back to the station.

>>41994696
Are you sure?

>>41994672
>[ ] Ask the kid where he’s from.
>[ ] Walk around the Scar a little.

>>41994672
>[X] Ask the kid where he’s from.

>41994696
ya blew it.

>>41994717

It is supposed to be Chapter Three.

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>>41994696
You are the blood

>>41994672
>>[x] Ask the kid where he’s from.

>>41994672
>[ ] Head back to the station.

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>>41994672
>[x] Walk around the Scar a little.
Have a good one kiddo.
>>41994696
What, no title yet?

>>41994672
No one's gonna say anything about the image? Cause I'm confused as hell.

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>>41994774

I love it.

>>41994808
>What, no title yet?

See
>>41994672
>NEMI

>>41994672
>[ ] Ask the kid where he’s from.

>>41994672
>Ask the kid where he’s from.

>>41994672
> [ ] Ask the kid what year it is

You glance down at the kid. It’s kinda hard to tell if he’s actually looking at you or not – no pupils, no sclera, just black. He’s wearing old, ratty shorts and a light T-shirt that looks like it’s gone through the digestive tract of at least three thrift stores, the Captain America shield on its front beginning to lose its stars.

“Where’re you from?” You ask.

He points down at one of the ruins nearby – an old apartment complex slumping into another.

“I live with Audrey.” He explains.

Right. Well, you have no idea who that is.

“Okay.” You blink, reevaluating his attire. Looks kinda light. “Aren’t you cold?”

He shakes his head slowly. “I don’t feel the cold.”

Oh. Okay.

>[ ] See if he needs to be walked back home or whatever.
>[ ] “Well, uh, bye.” Go home.
>[ ] Go for walkies.
>[ ] Write in.

>>41994875
>>[ ] “Well, uh, bye.” Go home.

>>41994808
The chapter's title is NEMI.

>>41994875
>[X] “Well, uh, bye.” Go home.

>>41994875
>>[ ] See if he needs to be walked back home or whatever.
Karma points!

>>41994875
>[ ] See if he needs to be walked back home or whatever.

>>41994875
>See if he needs to be walked back home or whatever.

>>41994875
>[ ] See if he needs to be walked back home or whatever.
>[ ] Go for walkies.

>>41994875
This is suspicious as fuck.

>Eyebeams.

>>41994875
>[ ] Write in
>[ ] Do a proper damn introduction.
Give him your name, at least, and ask for his. Just because we're a hobo doesn't mean we have to be impolite.

>>41994890
A quick google search reveals that Nemi is the name of a Norwegian comic strip.

The Norwegians are going to invade New York!

>>41994926
Yeah, sure, sounds good.

>>41994936
I blame Thor

>>41994875
>>[ ] See if he needs to be walked back home or whatever.

>>41994875
>[x] “Well, uh, bye.” Go home.
Gotta check with Nori. She looked like steam would be coming off her ears last time we were home. Let's include her in our next outing.

Plus, Healing Vitae, never too many ghouls and all that.

>>41994936
Nemi Refers to this:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rex_Nemorensis

>>41994936
Pbbtfftt.

That's much better than anything I've got planned.

Looks like we're going with

>[X] See if he needs to be walked back home or whatever.

>>41994875
>Supporting
>>41994926

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>>41994936
Uh, guys

I

I don't

>>41994980
>https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rex_Nemorensis

>>41994875
>>[ ] See if he needs to be walked back home or whatever.

>>41994875
>>[X] “Well, uh, bye.” Go home.

>>41994875
>[ ] See if he needs to be walked back home or whatever.
And if we still have a cellphone on us, then
>[ ] Call Laura or another of the gang to touch base with them

>>41994875
>>41994926
This plus
>[ ] See if he needs to be walked back home or whatever.

>>41994980
I have been looking forward to a Typhon chapter.

“You heading home?”

He blinks slowly, in a motion that seems almost amphibian. “Not really.”

Huh, alright.

“Well…” You glance out over the Scar. You don’t feel quite as driven, as precise, as you did last night. Instead, you’re just somewhat restless. “Mind showing me where you’re holding down?”

He shrugs impassively, making his way down toward the ruins.

You check your phone on the way. Still nothing from Peter. You thought the revelation that he’d a superhero would prompt some form of contact eventually, but apparently not. Maybe he’s in Spider-denial.

After a bit of coaxing, you get his name out of him. He’s called Sam and he’s ten years old. He can create fog, apparently.

“You seem like a Rex.” He says, as you approach the shadow the old apartments. “Like Tyrannosaurus Rex.”

“Because of the scaly bits?” You smile, faking a small amount of indignation. “That’s discrimination against lizards.”

“Oh.” He replies, softly. “I am very sorry.”

“Uh, no, it’s just a”–

As you pass under the tilted ruins, you hear voices up ahead. Someone’s managed to get a bunch of plastic shower curtains hung up between awkward poles of bent rebar, shadows moving behind them. There are also bathtubs everywhere, for some reason.

“…safe to say that you would describe your living conditions as harsh?” It’s a female voice, mid-thirties, slight Indian accent. You’re not sure where from, exactly, just that this person probably speaks Hindi.

“Well, I dunno about harsh…” Another girl. Younger, American. Probably a New Yorker. “…maybe, let’s see… grueling? Arduous? Arduous sounds good.”

There’s at least two back there others, both male. You think you can smell electronics running.

>[ ] Leave.
>[ ] Stay.

>>41994919
Second. Light this fucker up.

>>41995153
>[ ] Stay.

"What's with all the bathtubs?"

>>41995153
>>[ ] Stay.

>>41995153
>[O] Stay

>>41995153
>[ ] Stay.

>>41995153
>Stay.

>>41995153
>[x] Leave.
Kids in good hands. They even got running water for fucks sake.

>>41995153
>bathtubs everywhere

>>41995153
>>[ ] Stay.

>>41995182
I was thinking social worker, or Xmen/Brotherhood recruiter

>>41995153
>[ ] Stay
Eh why not

>>41995153
>stay
Hey, is there mad science going on in there?

>>41994964
>>41994992
I don't get it.

>>41995153
>[ ] Leave
We're still in our super suit! Well have to dress much better before conversing with the press, or our identity as The Vagrant will be blown!

>>41995220

Or a reporter.

>>41995227

Or they're making bombs/drugs.

>>41995153
>It’s a female voice, mid-thirties, slight Indian accent.
>>41995220

Kavita Rao?

>>41995255
>Kavita Rao?
She is a genecists, she might be of help to Kevin if its her.

>[X] Stay

Appears to be the consensus.

Writing.

Swear to god, the captcha keeps asking for pie when there is no pie. I cannot select fucking nonexistent pie, captcha.

>>41995363
Crusty, select the pie inside your heart.

>>41995363

It wants pie and whatever looks like pie.

>>41995363
TRY SELECTING ANYTHING REMOTELY PASTRY-LIKE

>>41995363
I've had it tell me to select candy and one of the correct choices was Chinese Checkers.

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>>41995363
>pick the signs
>it counts mailbox as a sign

>>41995363
Maybe it also accepts figurative or metaphorical pie? Or perhaps numerical pi?

>>41995274
isn't she initially anti-mutant?

>>41995528
every X-men villain must join the team at least once

>>41995411
We'll remove that newfaggery, anon. One day Captcha will include waifu selections.

>>41995559
>Select all the images with BEST GIRL

>>41995555
Wait, she wants to cure mutation for people who kill themselves over their power or whose powers are uncontrollable like the girl who projects her nightmares.

She and Doctor Nemesis wound up having a thing I think.

Huh, Nemesis would be amazing in this quest. If only to shout obscenities while shooting Typhon in the face.

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>>41995586

>>41995586
>please try again
>GODDAMMIT CAPTCHA RICKY IS BEST GIRL SOMA SAID SO HIMSELF

Sam walks up to the farthest curtain, lifting it aside slightly.

Behind it, one of them perched on the side of an empty bathtub, is one clearly mutant teenager and three much cleaner, much more official looking types – the kind that set your nerves at edge almost immediately. The girl is basically a fish. Or an eel, actually – her skin has that kind of shiny, wet texture to it, a greyish tone to its coloration. Her hair is long and black and billows slightly as if underwater, and her shirt clings to her chest as if she’s constantly slightly wet.

She fixes you with a bright, milky-white stare.

“Oh, hey!” She chirps, sliding off the edge of the bathtub. “You here for a bath?”

You sniff at yourself. “Uh. No.”

“…He followed me home.” Says Sam, his voice low, almost disinterested.

“Oh. Well them, goodu jobbu!” What. She beams down at him, giving him a thumbs up. “Increasing awareness is a step toward a healthy customer base!”

You glance over her shoulder at the others. Like you thought, one of them is an Indian woman, her hair tied back into a tight bun, a pair of slimly-framed glasses resting upon her nose. She regards you with a quiet, sharp air of appraisal, like she’s putting the parts of you together in her head. You get the distinct impression that she’s wearing a suit underneath her puffy jacket. Beside her is a guy with a camera and a much broader, taller fellow, his stance suggestive of barely-restrained muscle. You can taste the gun holstered under his jacket.

>[ ] “What’s up with the bathtubs?”
>[ ] “You should watch the kid more closely. There are some real weirdos out there.”
>[ ] “What’s going on here?”
>[ ] Cameras make you nervous. Time to leave.
>[ ] Write in.

>>41995617
>>[ ] “What’s going on here?”
"Everything alright?"

>>41995617
>[ ] “What’s up with the bathtubs?”
How much do you charge?
>>[ ] “What’s going on here?”

>>41995617
>[X] “What’s up with the bathtubs?”

>>41995617
>[ ] “What’s going on here?”

>>41995617
>[ ] “You should watch the kid more closely. There are some real weirdos out there.”
>[ ] Cameras make you nervous. Time to leave.


Weirdos like us! We, the proud few with the anon gene!

>>41995617
>You should watch the kid more closely. There are some real weirdos out there
>What's going on here?

>>41995617
>[ ] “You should watch the kid more closely. There are some real weirdos out there.”
>[ ] “What’s going on here?”

>>41995617
>[ ] Write in
>Grab the camera.
Oh shit, National Geographic found us. Sorry, we really don't want our large hobble of mutants being made into a TV special.

>[ ] Cameras make you nervous. Time to leave.
''see ya Sam''

Do NOT make an scene. Don't ruin their shot.
>muggas opening an onsen j-just like in my japanese animes...

RAO!

It begins. Soon we shall meet the best dressed Mutant Geneticist Nazi Hunter to ever live! POSSIBLY WITH AN EMPATHIC STARFISH STUCK TO HIS HEAD THAT BROADCASTS HIS INNER THOUGHTS TO AN UNDESERVING WORLD!

>he followed me home
>cameras

Have a seat right there

>>41995617
>>[ ] “You should watch the kid more closely. There are some real weirdos out there.”
>>[ ] “What’s going on here?”

>>41995710
>they just want a better shot of JJ's ass

They cannot broadcast that! They might think we're spoderman!

>>41995617

>[ ] “What’s up with the bathtubs?”
Remember, as of now we're pretty clean, and so long as whatever shit they're pulling is harmless I'm all for it.

Hell, you guys do know we've supported the concept of gangs ruling here so long as they sell conventional drugs only, profiteering and entrepreneurial movements are fine too. If she wants to sell used bathtubs or buy rubble its fine.

>>41995617
>[ ] Cameras make you nervous. Time to leave.

I am having a flash forward to Joyce being told to watch a documentary special in a hotel room somewhere and almost breaking the TV when she see's JJ on camera.

>>41995746
Humanitarian types like to broadcast their efforts to encourage help and donations. Just hope to god they don't clue in to how many mutants there actually are.

Looks like

>[X] “You should watch the kid more closely. There are some real weirdos out there.”
>[X] “What’s going on here?”

are the winners.

Writan.

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“You should watch your kid more closely.” You say, glancing down at the rows of bathtubs. What’s she even doing with them? “There’re some real weirdos out there.”

“Pffft.” She grins lopsidedly. You notice a set of gills fanning open along her neck. “You know, that’s how the serial killer always introduces themselves, before everyone knows they’re the killer.”

You raise a hand in counterpoint, but find that you have no counterpoint. She’s right.

“Just keep it in mind.” You mutter, glancing back up at the Indian woman, whose eyes are still fixed on you. Is that camera pointing on your direction now? “…What’s going on here?”

“Oh!” The eel girl – you’re going to assume that this is Audrey from now on – perks up onto her tiptoes for a moment. “These guys’re just”–

“Kavita Rao.” Interrupts the older woman, stepping forwards slightly to hold out her hand. You give it a suspicious glance. “I’m working with the ICRC on this case. We’re providing a case that humanitarian aid is necessary here.”

“The eye-see-are-what?”

“The Red Cross.” She has a curt, sharp edge to her voice. Sounds tired. Like the kind of tired that doesn’t go away after a night’s sleep. “I assume you know”–

“Y-yeah, yeah…” You have a vague idea. People from Geneva. “I thought… I thought you guys only got involved in, like, third world stuff…”

“Yes, well…” She sniffs quietly, glancing around at the rubble-strewn floor, her eyes lingering for a moment on the rows of dusty old bathtubs.

Oh.

>[ ] “You shouldn’t be here, you’ll just make things worse.”
>[ ] “Uh um okay then bye.” Leave.
>[ ] “Why’re you suddenly interested in this place?”
>[ ] “That sounds GREAT will this mean food and stuff?”
>[ ] Write in.

>>41996007
>>[ ] “Why’re you suddenly interested in this place?”

>>41996007
>[ ] “You shouldn’t be here, you’ll just make things worse.”
>[ ] “Why’re you suddenly interested in this place?”

>>41996007
>>[ ] “Why’re you suddenly interested in this place?”
i mean, this kinda stuff has been happening long before the mutants big trafficking escape, why is it a thing now?

>>41996007
>[ ] “Why’re you suddenly interested in this place?”
>[ ] Write in.
you should all pack a gun, not just the big dude

>>41996007
>>[ ] “Why’re you suddenly interested in this place?”

>>41996007
>[ ] “Why’re you suddenly interested in this place?”
Remember, the red cross is in Syria and The DR. Congo, they're not going to be dissuaded by us.

>>41996007
>>>[ ] “Why’re you suddenly interested in this place?”
maximum paranoia.

>[X] “Why’re you suddenly interested in this place?”

Writing.

I'm guessing she read the Urich article and put two and two together.

>>41996007
>[x] Write in.
"if a lot of us weren't mutants, this would be FANTASTIC, as is though, we'd have to worry about things like MCA intervention. I've met what passes for civic leaders around here, it might be best to confer with them; combined coordination might be for the best because everyone has different things in abundance."

>jolly cooperation and whatnot

>>41996127
GOD DAMMIT
well I guess I'm just slow today.

>>41996007
>>[ ] “You shouldn’t be here, you’ll just make things worse.”
Tell them to go visit the mutant interment camps. Those things are actually legalized.

>>41996153
Its not exactly a secret that there are muggas in the scar

>>41996162
>>jolly cooperation and whatnot
>with that JQ tier writein
yeah nah i'll pass

>>41996191
it is a p. bad write in

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>>41996162

>>41996191
>JQ tier writein
what mean you by this?

>>41996199
how is it bad?
I see no real reason it isn't at least plausible...

You take her hand, and immediately notice the surprised expression forming behind her glasses.

“Interesting handwear.” She notes, glancing down at the white, synthetic glove on your hand. Crap – you forgot you were wearing that. You don’t respond, just chide yourself inwardly and deflect.

“Why’re you guys suddenly interested in this place?”

You think a certain amount of paranoia is appropriate here. To her credit, Ms. Rao (she seems like Ms.) seems accustomed to a certain level of hostility, and doesn’t skip a beat.

“Reports of mutants living in this area have steadily risen over the past month. It makes sense, considering the incident at the docks.” Yeah. That thing. “The proper authorities have yet to take action, but a high number mutants living in squalor is of interest to the ICRC, for obvious reasons. Few communities of mutants can form in the US without being broken up or dispersed, and those that do generally exist in a poor state.” She pauses, and adds: “I myself am not a Red Cross. I’m working with them because mutation is an interest of mine, as is charity.”

That last bit makes you a little wary.

“You’re a doctor or something?”

“I have a doctorate.” She states, flatly. “I’m a geneticist.”

Like dad. Like Typhon.

She keeps going:

“Would you be interested in providing a statement?”

>[ ] “No.”
>[ ] “Sure.”
>[ ] “Why are you interested in mutation?”
>[ ] Leave.
>[ ] Write in.

>>41996007
>[ ] Just try not to draw to much attention with the MCA and don't antagonize the people in charge around here.

>>41996275
>>[ ] “Why are you interested in mutation?”

>>41996275
>[ ] “Why are you interested in mutation?”
>[ ] "Sure."
>[ ] Write in.

"Ever hear of Doctor Green? What do you think of him?"

>>41996275
>>[ ] “No.”
>[ ] “Why are you interested in mutation?”
>why are you here, not helping in the goddamn concentration camps?

>>41996275
>[ ] “Why are you interested in mutation?”

>>41996275
>[ ] “Why are you interested in mutation?”

>>41996307
veto veto veto why the fuck would some random bum know anything about that, that pretty much puts a big red bullseye saying 'we know important shit' on our skull

>>41996326

What important shit?

All that shows is that we read about a cool geneticist named Doctor Green.

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>>41996275
>>[ ] “Why are you interested in mutation?”
>>[ ] “Why are you interested in mutation?”
>>[ ] “Why are you interested in mutation?”

>>41996275
>[ ] “Why are you interested in mutation?”

>>41996307
No

>>41996312
>why are you here, not helping in the goddamn concentration camps?

Seconded.

>>41996307
waaaay to specific

>>41996275
>>[ ] “No.”

>>[ ] “Why are you interested in mutation?”

Kinda kinky, eh?

>[x] “...Sure.”
THERE'S BUT ONE KING IN THE FOREST

>>41996307
let's get to know her better before spilling our vulnerable, vulnerable guts before she decides that the best way to develop an anti-mutation serum would be to reverse-engineer a mutation serum. y'know, because we're the sample.

the paranoia train has no brakes.

>>41996326
>>41996351
>>41996381
>>41996391

Yeah, I kinda jumped the gun there.

Seems like you're asking

>[X] “Why are you interested in mutation?”

Does anyone else want to also ask about Joshua Green?

>>41996389
...King of the Bongo Bong?

>>41996400
Negative. Not until we have more information about this lady.

>>41996400

I'm the guy who asked.

Let's have that be an option after we hear her reasons for genetics & mutations.

>>41996400
No thanks, not yet.
Maybe ask about typhon though.

>>41996400
Why not.

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>>41996400
not quite yet, it seems. we'll see.

>>41996275
>>[ ] Write in.
Did you know a Dr. Green?

Okay, so no Dr. Green yet.

Writing.

>>41996400
Nah, let's see what she has to say first before we consider it.

You don’t give that much thought. In fact, you don’t even bother with an answer.

You have questions, after all, and you like to get those straightened out before you start handing out anything of yourself.

“Why’re you interested in mutation?”

You can’t help but sound a little accusatory. Probably because most people with an interest in mutation are mostly just interested in finding the right jackboots to step on you with. Current research seems to have indicated that big, purple, robot boots are the best answer anyone’s provided to that line of questioning.

“X-gene mutation is one of the most unpredictable genetic conditions to have emerged in recent years.” She states, apparently unfazed. “There are few geneticists without a passing interest in it. It poses a question that needs answering.”

>[ ] You don’t like the sound of ‘genetic condition’. You think you’ll decline that statement.
>[ ] Fair enough. You’ll provide a statement.
>[ ] Whatever, you should leave.
>[ ] Ask her about your dad.
>[ ] Ask her about Typhon.
>[ ] Write in.

>>41996578
>>[ ] Fair enough. You’ll provide a statement.

>>41996578
>[ ] Fair enough. You’ll provide a statement.
"But don't throw around the word 'condition' lightly"

>>41996578
Well that didn't answer the fucking question at all.

Evasive little shit!

>>41996578
>[x] Fair enough. You’ll provide a statement.

>>41996578

>[ ] Write in.
And just what question is that?

>>41996578
"But why are YOU interested in it Ms. Rao? Enough to actually come down here and ask us directly."

>>41996578
>[ ] Fair enough. You’ll provide a statement.

>>41996627

Seconded

>>41996578
>>[ ] Write in.
A passing interest does not justify her presence here, or the way she specifically talked about it. Point this out to her.

There is obviously more to this that she lets on. Try to coerce that info out of her.

>>41996578
>>[ ] You don’t like the sound of ‘genetic condition’. You think you’ll decline that statement.

A "passing interest" isn't going into unknown territory to study potentially dangerous people.

Pls. Your ulterior motive is showing.

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>>41996578

Seconding

>>41996631
>>41996640
>>41996647

>>41996578
>[ ] Fair enough. You’ll provide a statement.
>[ ] Write in.

"but, as a mutant, I'd like to hide my identity a little before I do, or preferably make my statement off camera entirely."

then make a statement regarding conditions stressing the peaceful intent to live as legally as possible in the city as a community.

>this many anons not being stupid
did I just swap places with my Earth-3 counterpart?

We seem torn between

>[ ] Fair enough. You’ll provide a statement.

and people who want to press harder on Kavita's intentions. So, secondary vote:

>[ ] Fair enough. You’ll provide a statement.
>[ ] Dig dig dig.

>>41996695
>>[ ] Dig dig dig.

>>41996631

>>41996695
>>[ ] Dig dig dig.

>>41996695
>[ ] Dig dig dig.

>>41996695
>>>[ ] Dig dig dig.

>>41996695
>[ ] Dig dig dig.

a flatscan that doesn't want to shoot me on sight is rarity for me

>>41996695
>>[ ] Fair enough. You’ll provide a statement.

>[x] Fair enough. You’ll provide a statement.
Smack dab in mutant country and you don't even bother to butter up the reply. Lady you got some balls.
"My friend Audrey here tries to offer what my people need the most. Comfort, stability, a little bit of love even. But without further mutant economic integration her efforts are doomed to fail. Mutants only require 2 things to live, home and work."
You can make a difference, write to your congressman etc

>>41996723

But she's not our friend.

>>41996723
Stop it with the fucking writeins you shitter.

>>41996695
>>[ ] Dig dig dig.

>[X] JJ plays dig dug.

>Persuasion Check
>DC16
>+1 modifier

>>41996723
>tfw Audrey could be eating people alive and we don't know it

>because we don't fucking know her

Bruh. Pls. You'll get someone killed with those assumptions!

Rolled 10 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>41996759
pls

Rolled 6 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>41996759

Rolled 10 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>41996723

That sounds really fake, Anon.

>>41996759
Rolling

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>41996759
rollin

Rolled 5 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>41996759

Rolled 7 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>41996749
If you have something better then by all means, go ahead.

Rolled 14 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>41996759

>>41996759
Boost it with solar power

>>41996766
>>41996767
>>41996769
So we learn nothing about the shady lady who wants to study mutants.

Still want to be friendly with her?

>>41996778
I don't have anything better to add, which is why I don't post autistic writeins, you asswipe.

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>These rolls

Unfortunate. Oh well.

Rolled 6 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>41996759

Rollan'!

>>41996766
>>41996767
>>41996769
>>41996775
>>41996776
>>41996778
Crack my bitch up

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>>41996766
>>41996767
>>41996769
>>41996775
>>41996776
>>41996778
>>41996779


EVERYTHING IS SHIIIIIIIIT

>>41996788
Only powers can be boosted.

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>>41996766
>>41996767
>>41996769

>>41996695
>>[ ] Dig dig dig.

>>41996811
>boost agility to 6
>flash her our better-than-Spidey buttocks
>persuasion: success

>>41996834
The fuck is Blade doing there?

I swear he isn't Marvel.

>>41996769
Sensationalism statement, he did nuffin won need more money for dem programs.

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>>41996884

>>41996868
Blade was created for Marvel in the 70s

they dumped off film rights in the 90s so they wouldn't go belly up.

I think Marvel got them back though

>>41996868
Vague recollections of Spidey cartoons as a kid tell me that he is. They also tell me he's a douche.

JJ is the best at first impressions

Dr. Kavita Rao, JJ is going to befriend the shit out of you!

>>41996766
>11
>shamefur dispray

“That’s not an answer.” You say, a little annoyed. Maybe you raise your voice a bit, because you notice the big guy in the back shift his weight slightly. You ignore it. “Why’re you interested? You.”

At first she seems a little taken aback, possibly not expecting you to call her, but her expression flattens out almost immediately. Just like that, you can pretty much hear her windows and doors closing – she shuts you out.

“That’s personal.”

Yeah?

“Then I don’t have a statement for you.” You reply, your brow creasing.

Turning to leave, you pause for a moment.

“You should all be carrying a gun, by the way. Not just the big guy.”

With that, you head out.

Red Cross, huh? You can’t help but wonder what the Corsairs – or, shit, the Hellions – will think of that.

>[ ] Wander around the Scar a bit.
>[ ] Head home.
>[ ] Head out and check the newspapers. You did… finish… a crime lord last night.
>[ ] Write in.

I'm guessing the muscle is gonna pull a gun on us.

>>41996940
>[ ] Wander around the Scar a bit.

>>41996940
>>[ ] Head out and check the newspapers. You did… finish… a crime lord last night.

>>41996940
>>[ ] Head out and check the newspapers. You did… finish… a crime lord last night.

>>41996940
>>[ ] Head out and check the newspapers. You did… finish… a crime lord last night.

>>41996940
>[ ] Head out and check the newspapers. You did… finish… a crime lord last night.

that scrap book isn't going to make itself

>>41996940
>>[ ] Head home.

>>41996940
>[ ] Head home.
>[ ] Head out and check the newspapers. You did… finish… a crime lord last night.
>[ ] Write in.

messages to the corsairs and YXM
"suspicious red-cross lady doing interviews."

>>41996940
>>[ ] Head out and check the newspapers. You did… finish… a crime lord last night.

>>41996940
>>[ ] Head home.
Gotta see if Kevin has improved and if he's got any help yet.

>>41996940
>>[ ] Head home.
>>[ ] Head out and check the newspapers. You did… finish… a crime lord last night.
Grab a paper then head home

>>41996940
>[ ] Head home.
Papers probably wouldn't get wind of Owl just yet.

>>41996940
Seconding
>>41996976

>>41996940
>[x] Head out and check the newspapers. You did… finish… a crime lord last night.
Get a thermo of coffee-colombian the good shit-, a box of donuts and then head home for celebratory breakfast? brunch?

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>>41996945
lol9mm

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>>41996940
>Big Guy

Head out and check the newspapers. You did… finish… a crime lord last night.

>[X] Head out and check the newspapers. You did… finish… a crime lord last night.

Writing.

>>41997021
The fuck is that even from?

>>41997036

Also throw a text about the Red Cross people to the Hellions, YXM, & the Corsairs if we can.

maybe after we break the ice with Pete, we could ask him to look into Kavita Rao

maybe ask Moony too

>>41997076
pfft. no. stop supporting your own write-ins nobody else supported.

>>41997110

I didn't write that one.

>>41997101
Shit, I keep forgetting we have a Moon Phone. Does it have anything on her?

>>41997127
It has internet even if it doesn't list her as a criminal.

>>41996940
supporting:
>>41996976

>>41997036
Seconding
>>41997127

Also.

>>41996848
Crusty has already confirmed that our booty can't get any firmer that way.

>>41997188
>that way
what I'm taking away from this is that our booty can still get firmer somehow.

>>41997226
Probably agility 6 and more strength, both of which require T3.

>>41997226
Genetic mimicry 5
Get samples from Spiderman, Spiderwoman and Plastic Man

You feel restless – the station, safe and warm and cozy as it is, seems far too claustrophobic for your current state of mind. To be honest, being underground has never sat exactly well with you; just having a roof over your head feels awkward, let alone several meters of solid concrete.

You make your way out of the Scar, onto the streets, nosing your way around in search of a paper. It doesn’t take long to track down someone peddling a Bugle – you’re pretty well acquainted with their spots, after all – and you drop a few dollars on the big issue, grabbing a coffee from a nearby stand to help wash the news down.

As expected, the headline is

“THE OWL DISAPPEARS”

You find a nice corner and give it a thumb-through.

It never straight up calls Leland a crime lord – it says stuff like ‘implicated’ and ‘suspected’ a lot, which makes sense, you guess. Apparently, his place was under FBI surveillance during the attack, and they stormed the place soon after. One bit in particular sticks out:

>“While the identity of Mr. Owlsley’s kidnappers remains unknown, witnesses claiming to be Leland’s private security have stated that a mutant was involved in the attack.”

Huh. Don’t know if you like that being there.

>Present Time: 11:40 AM
>Hunger Level: 3
>Current Funds: $1,090

>Solar Charge: 3/5

>[ ] Grab some food.
>[ ] Pick up [insert] while you’re out here.
>[ ] Head back to the station.
>[ ] Write in.

>>41997268
>>[ ] Head back to the station.

>>41997268
>[ ] Grab some food.
Pizza! Supreme Pizza

>>41997268
>[ ] Grab some food.
>[ ] Head back to the station afterwards.

Also get good food. Live a little.

>>41997268
>[ ] Head back to the station.
>[ ] Write in.
>>41997127

>>41997268
>>[ ] Grab some food.
Take the edge off, then back home.

>>41997268
>>[ ] Write in.
Hit up Laura and ask if she's had lunch yet and if she wants us to pick her something up.

Then
>[ ] Grab some food.
>[ ] Head back to the station.

Didn't Laura need like new jeans or something?

>>41997268
>[ ] Grab some food.
>[ ] Pick up new clothes while you’re out here.
>[ ] Head back to the station.

>>41997314
she should start wearing skirts

easier access and less ripping

>>41997268
>>[ ] Pick up [insert] while you’re out here.
Pants for Laura

>>41997339
Bit cold for skirts in winter, but i suppose we could always get her tights as well.

>>41997357
Just sit down all the time and let her sit on our lap.

Why, that's a fool-proof plan!

>>41997357
yoga pants

>>41997386

Only if they're for JJ.

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>>41997433
>yoga pants

>a.k.a. give me attention pants

>a.k.a. I was too lazy to put on real pants, but didn't want to put on sweatpants so I could look at least a little sporty, pants

>a.k.a. half the people wearing these should never wear these pants.

>a.k.a. I'm actually at the gym wearing these, stop being a prick, you fucking faggot, pants.

So what do you think Typhon is gonna do when he learns that Ms.Rao is on the prowl in his forest?

Ditching the paper, you wrack your brain for reasons to stay outside a little longer, and manage to find a few.

The first is that you’re hungry. You remedy this with a quick stop in a nearby fatburger, making sure to keep your hood very much up. You can’t help but find it a little galling that people are willing to walk into the place looking all kinds of loathsome, but apparently a set of overly-long ears is like way over the line duuuude.

Scarfing down the meal (you basically ordered whatever was cheapest – some kinda crispy chicken thing with fat ass fries), you head out along the high street, plucking up the courage to enter one of those big, fancy places that sells girl clothes. Laura kinda needs a new pair of pants.

You feel a nervous shiver pass down your spine as you make your way in, the central heating slowly brushing the frost from your hoodie.

Oh Christ. There’s multiple floors to this place.

>Hunger Level: 2
>Current Funds: $1,085

>[ ] Just buy pants. Those are probably on the first floor.
>[ ] Get a skirt and some tights too.
>[ ] You’re ready for the true shopping. Look for something else [insert].
>[ ] Write in.

>>41997471

Grant her a warm welcome.

>>41997386
As sexy as it would be, let's not. It would bring too much unwanted attention to the group.

>>41997467
Are you saying you don't want Laura in socially acceptable skintight clothing?

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>>41997484
>>[ ] Get a skirt and some tights too.

>>41997484
>>[ ] Just buy pants. Those are probably on the first floor.

>>41997484
>[x] Get a skirt and some tights too.
Feels good with disposable income.

>>41997484
>[ ] Buy pants. Those are probably on the first floor.
>>[ ] Get a skirt and some tights too.
...does JJ even know Laura's size, or is that one of those things I've forgotten?

>>41997484
>[ ] Just buy pants. Those are probably on the first floor.

>>41997484
>>[ ] Just buy pants. Those are probably on the first floor.

>>41997484
>Yoga pants
>Not for Laura, for you. They're great lounging around clothes

>>41997489
A leotard is socially acceptable.

Depending on where you are.

Nudity is socially acceptable.

Depending on where you are.

Fuck, the setting matters, again!?

>>41997484
>fatburger
FUCK! The only one around here closed recently! Son of a bitch!

>[ ]Buy pants. Those are probably on the first floor.
>[ ] Get a skirt and some tights too.

Ah, go for it.

>>41997484
>[ ] Just buy pants. Those are probably on the first floor.

I don't think we should be advertising we have money.

>>41997484
>[ ] Just buy pants. Those are probably on the first floor.

>>41997522
>..does JJ even know Laura's size,
Just right for his dick.

>>41997484

>[ ] Just buy pants. Those are probably on the first floor.
We can bring the skirt and tights suggestion up in person, or when we next take her shopping.

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I'm gonna post some reasons for Laura to keep wearing pants only.

>>41997484
>[ ] Just buy pants. Those are probably on the first floor.

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>>41997533
>FUCK! The only one around here closed recently! Son of a bitch!

One just opened near my place.

>>41997484
>[ ] Get a skirt and some tights too.
>[ ] You’re ready for the true shopping. Look for something else (sundress).

Is it too late to get healthy food and vitamins?

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>[x] Just buy pants. Those are probably on the first floor.
>[x] You’re ready for the true shopping. Look for something else [insert].
Sports equipment. A Bat, and bows+arrows. They sell those in the places that have camping gear right?

something for the Tunnel Snakes maybe?

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>>41997589

>>41997578
I'm going to drown you in grease from the stove-tops.

Oh XXXL burgers, I miss eating you to show off!

>>41997578
We have fatburgers in britain?

>>41997600
Haven't we had this conversation before? WE ARE THE WEAPON.

>>41997614
>>41997578

there's a Fatburger in Pakistan

Fatburger is west coast chain here in the states though

>>41997484
Seconding
>>41997600

>>41997600
Be aware that a quality bow will cost significant money.

Who wants to do this?

>>41997614
There's like two in all of London.

>>41997484
>[ ] Just buy pants. Those are probably on the first floor.

>>41997627
Even a bunch of baseball balls or bearing balls would do in a pinch, and pack a bit more punch than just a rock.
Or my original suggestion, butterfly paperclips

>>41997641

I vote for it.

Or at least a good, heavy bat and some balls.

>>41997578
I am just now learning that fatburgers is really a thing.

>>41997600
That image is just horrifying.
Those shoes do not work with those trousers. At all.

>>41997641
no to bows

>>41997641
I'm up for going to a home depot and picking up a bag-full of ball bearings and some wrenches and shit.

Construction grade tools ain't nothing to fuck with

not that home depot sells the highest quality shit, anyway.

>>41997641
No bow

>>41997641
Ah well. Im in the desolate north so.

I am fine with the ball bearings idea, not keen on bow and arrows.

>>41997670
Same, I thought it was just a made up thing Crusty came up with, but this thread is steadily correcting that assumption.

>>41997641
I'm gonna say no to the bow
Super strength don't want to break it.

>>41997641
we shoot lasers for free

don't need a bow

no. spend it onsomething sensible like a vacuum cleaner instead, you morons.

>>41997641
I vote we beg moon moon for one