“Get back!”

Mehen moves without looking behind him, grabbing you by the stomach and leaping over the desk. You hear glass breaking and are blinded by a flash of golden light. By the time you manage to blink your vision back into focus, you’re sitting on the ground outside, a few meters away from a carpet of broken glass and a shear wall.

“Looks like it’s got a pretty short range, whatever that was,” Mehen notes, careful to deny knowledge of the attack he shouldn’t have seen before in front of witnesses. You wonder if he needed to make the effort, as the directors he somehow carried with him are busy face down on the pavement. One’s even throwing up. You think it’s Alix’s father, but it’s hard to tell from this angle.

There’s a beeping sound, and you and Mehen freeze. “The time travel must’ve weakened him,” you mutter, almost too quiet for yourself to hear, but Mehen nods in understanding. He helps you to your feet as whispers as he does, “Split up and find something for them to eat.”


You don’t wait any longer. You’d hate to give Timebreaker the opportunity to catch the two of you off guard. The streets of Paris seem to blur as you run, but you can’t be sure if you’re being blinded by speed or exhaustion. Finally, you spot something. A pretzel cart left unattended. The owner must have rushed off after Timebreaker’s attack. You snatch a handful of the snacks and say a little prayer that this will be enough to get Ekko back into fighting shape.

The alley you duck into is dark and claustrophobic, which is why you jumped when Mehen landed behind you. There was no other reason. He quickly de-transforms, and you’re left staring at your double and one of the Ekkos.

One of the Ekkos. “Where’s the other one?” you hiss, wary of eavesdroppers. Ekko responds in kind, “We were… Mushed together in the transformation. The power of a concept can’t be divided like that for long. If it wasn’t a transformation, we probably would’ve merged in a few more minutes anyway,” he finishes with a small shrug. You wordlessly hand him the pretzels as you try to wrap your head around what that must have felt like. Ekko seems unenthused by his meal, but he eats without complaint.

“So… Tag out?” the other Lucas offers. “If we keep our distance and swap out, one of us can search for food to get Ekko back on his feet and Mehen will always be fresh. We can wear him down that way.”

>A) You like this plan. “And it’ll give Chat and Ladybug all the time in the world to show up.”
>B) That’s not a good idea. “The more time we spend fighting him, the more time he has to send us back in time. We should fall back now, while he’s still looking for us, and group up with Ladybug and Chat for a surprise attack.”

>>2366801
>A) You like this plan. “And it’ll give Chat and Ladybug all the time in the world to show up.”

>>2366801
>A) You like this plan. “And it’ll give Chat and Ladybug all the time in the world to show up.”

>>2366801
>>A) You like this plan. “And it’ll give Chat and Ladybug all the time in the world to show up.”

>>2366801
>>A) You like this plan. “And it’ll give Chat and Ladybug all the time in the world to show up.”

>>2366801
>>A) You like this plan. “And it’ll give Chat and Ladybug all the time in the world to show up.”

>>2366801
>A) You like this plan. “And it’ll give Chat and Ladybug all the time in the world to show up.”

>>2366805
>>2366810
>>2366811
>>2366813
>>2366819
>>2366845
Let's see if you can keep him contained that long. Give me a roll, 1d100, best of three!

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>2366852

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>2366852

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>2366852

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>2366852

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>2366852

Rollinf

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>2366852
Watch as I summon Acidsilver’s gay ghost with a nat one

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>2366852

>>2366853
Nice job! You get a gold star!
>>2366854
>>2366855
>>2366857
>>2366859
>>2366860
>>2366862
You all get nothing. Except the next post! Writing!

>>2366801
You take a moment to double check that Ekko is up to the task, and after he confirms it with a tiny bop of his fin against your fist, you say the magic words: “Bare my Fangs!” After the initial rush and a small whoop of relief at finally getting to use your powers, you rocket up the side of the nearest building with strong kicks and a few flicks of your scarf.

The skyline is unblemished by either clouds or, unfortunately, supervillains. You don’t suspect Timebreaker will do too much collateral damage. If he was able to go back in time on his own, he wouldn’t have hunted you down first, and he’s not going to drag any but Lucas (and whoever happens to be standing next to him) back, thanks to his obsession. You take off towards the Louvre once again, and you don’t have to go far before you see Timebreaker running along the rooftops in a direction that you suspect was the last time he had sight of you.

Without a word, you reform your rope dart and send the blade flying with a back kick to the handle. It buries itself to the hilt in the rooftop less than a half meter from Timebreaker’s foot, and he hasn’t recovered from his surprised jump before you’re on him. A flying kick, with all the force of a super-powered jump and a quick pull on the leveraged rope behind it, floors the akuma.

“Where do you think you’re going?” you growl at him. Not A-class material, but it’s not like anyone who’ll remember it is around. He doesn’t answer, preferring to charge you from his prone position. A punch finds its way around your guard and into your ribs, and you remember that this is the guy who already nearly beat Ladybug. You hop back a bit and tighten your grip on your secret weapon.

When Timebreaker steps forward for a second shot at you, you duck under the jab and pull. The rope from your rope dart, still connected to the half-buried blade, goes taut directly on Timebreaker’s ankle and forces his weight too far forward. He’s got quick reflexes, however, and managed to roll with his shifted momentum to at least not land on his face, but in a crouch.

Timebreaker’s luck continues to run low, as his roll manages to land him directly at the feet of Ladybug and Chat Noir. You’re not sure when they showed up, but you’re not going to complain about backup. Chat raises an eyebrow at the outnumbered akuma and lifts the expectant gaze towards you. “You want in on this, or should we take it from here?” he asks.

>A) You JUST got back in the costume! “He owes me for my headache. I’m in.”
>B) Maybe you shouldn’t, Ekko still may not be at his best. “He got a few good hits in… Take care of him, quickly.”

I may be late counting the votes, gotta step out to get dinner so I don't go hungry tonight.

>>2366955
>>B) Maybe you shouldn’t, Ekko still may not be at his best. “He got a few good hits in… Take care of him, quickly.”

>>2366955
Bat Justice!
>A) You JUST got back in the costume! “He owes me for my headache. I’m in.”

>>2366955
>>A) You JUST got back in the costume! “He owes me for my headache. I’m in.”

Also, if it feels like Timebreaker punked out a bit: He did. You guys got a 78, he got a 10. No bonuses to make the fight interesting, either. I'm a little vindictive he managed to time break my update schedule, too.

>>2366955
>B) Maybe you shouldn’t, Ekko still may not be at his best. “He got a few good hits in… Take care of him, quickly.”
Kinda worried about snek

>>2366955
>>A) You JUST got back in the costume! “He owes me for my headache. I’m in.”

>>2366962
>>2366964
>>2366972
Time for a beatdown. Give me a roll, 1d100 best of three!

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>2367017

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>2367017

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>2367017

Rolling

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>2367017

>>2367024
Alright, I'm gonna finish my dinner and then start writing!

>>2367029
I forgot to say I’ll get a one. Please bully me to satisfy the sadistic ghost that rolls my dice.

>>2367034
Alright, choked down my food and ready to write!

Rolled 49 (1d100)

Just rolling to prove a point

>>2367180
Acid you suck

>>2366955
“He owes me for my headache. I’m in.” You and Chat share a devilish grin. YOur intent must be palpable, as Timebreaker scoots away from the other two to put as much distance between himself and as many of you as he can. Before anyone can move in, Ladybug takes a deep breath and places a hand on Chat Noir’s shoulder.

“He’s just as much a victim as anyone, guys. We’re here to help, fighting is just what we have to do to keep other people safe from him.” Chat deflates a little, chastened, and you feel a little guilty as well. This is Alix’s brother you’re talking about, and she’s a friend. Heck, you’ve met Jalil. He seemed a bit intense, maybe a bit scatterbrained, but he doesn’t deserve a beating. Ladybug’s right, you should just break whatever the akuma is hiding in an-

The grit of to roof seems to grind into your face. You forgot the rope you were holding was still tied around Timebreaker’s foot, and he’s pulled you to the ground as his opening gambit. You flip forward and land on your feet to see Chat and Ladybug already trading blows with him. He manages to pirouette past Chat’s overhead baton strike and misses Ladybug’s jab with only a twitch of the neck, but you don’t give him a chance to do anything fancier.

As soon as the path is reasonably clear, you charge, arm raised for a clothesline to - hopefully - take him down long enough to break the item. He ducks neatly under your forearm and lets out a triumphant bark of laughter - just as planned. Your scarf catches him by the neck and pulls him towards your still-running form. As soon as you feel it catch, you jump and flip on your stomach mid-air to pull the scarf with both hands. Timebreaker slams face first into the roof in a maneuver you believe your dad would’ve called “a ranged DDT,” but you haven’t paid attention to his American-fight-TV in some time.

Timebreaker doesn’t move, even as Ladybug flips him over: He’s out cold. It takes the three of you some time to find where the akuma is hiding, but eventually, Chat decides to try removing the costume. As soon as he pulled on the frame around Timebreaker’s “chest meter,” it came apart in his hands and a black butterfly seemed to crawl out of the shattered remains. It only takes Ladybug a moment to purify the akuma, a process that was explained in an esoteric way after Ivan, but made more sense now that you see it, and you’re left with a confused Jalil and two broken halves of the staff you shattered and repaired.

(CONTINUED)

>>2367191
>A) Leave. You have no idea what’ll happen to the other Lucas without Timebreaker’s powers, and right now, you’re the superhero. It’s your responsibility to check on him.
>B) Stay to keep an eye on Jalil. Now that the Timebreaker powers are gone, you and Lucas should merge into the same person, like the two Ekkos did. He’s probably already gone, and Jalil needs help to get his feet back under him.
>C) Tell Jalil what really happened, bar your identity. “Look, it came up during the fight, and… I wanted to let you know, I was the one who fixed it. I saw those two run off when it broke, and I figured my power could help.”

>>2367186
No bulli
>>2367197
>A) Leave. You have no idea what’ll happen to the other Lucas without Timebreaker’s powers, and right now, you’re the superhero. It’s your responsibility to check on him

>>2367197
>>C) Tell Jalil what really happened, bar your identity. “Look, it came up during the fight, and… I wanted to let you know, I was the one who fixed it. I saw those two run off when it broke, and I figured my power could help.”

plus you know, really nice snake scepter. Kinda a shame for it to be broken.

>>2367197
>>C) Tell Jalil what really happened, bar your identity. “Look, it came up during the fight, and… I wanted to let you know, I was the one who fixed it. I saw those two run off when it broke, and I figured my power could help.”
>>2367207
Maybe Ladybug's power will repair it.

>>2367197
>A) Leave. You have no idea what’ll happen to the other Lucas without Timebreaker’s powers, and right now, you’re the superhero. It’s your responsibility to check on him.

>>2367197
>C) Tell Jalil what really happened, bar your identity. “Look, it came up during the fight, and… I wanted to let you know, I was the one who fixed it. I saw those two run off when it broke, and I figured my power could help.”

>>2367197
>C) Tell Jalil what really happened, bar your identity. “Look, it came up during the fight, and… I wanted to let you know, I was the one who fixed it. I saw those two run off when it broke, and I figured my power could help.”

>>2367197
>>A) Leave. You have no idea what’ll happen to the other Lucas without Timebreaker’s powers, and right now, you’re the superhero. It’s your responsibility to check on him.

>>2367197
>A) Leave. You have no idea what’ll happen to the other Lucas without Timebreaker’s powers, and right now, you’re the superhero. It’s your responsibility to check on him.
I’m not sure if I like how you do time travel, but this is interesting.

Well, tied right as I was about to call. I'll let the timer drag.

>>2367197
>C) Tell Jalil what really happened, bar your identity. “Look, it came up during the fight, and… I wanted to let you know, I was the one who fixed it. I saw those two run off when it broke, and I figured my power could help.

>>2367329
And that's our tie breaker! Writing!

Finally, what took you so long?

>>2367398
A tumor.

>>2367406
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

>>2367411
Yeah, well, it's not malignant. Just pressing on a nerve in my arm. I'm only writing now because painkillers are God's gift to mankind, I still haven't been able to schedule my surgery. It's looking like it'll happen near the end of the month.

>>2367191
“Jalil?” The man is still casting his eyes about, trying to figure out how he got to a rooftop with the local superheroes, but he isn’t so out of it that he can ignore his own name.

“Y-yes?” You sigh quietly and mentally steel yourself. You hated when you messed up and caused someone else problems, and not being able to explain it to him completely in your apology is going to leave a bad taste in your mouth.

“I… Was the one who fixed the staff… My power can send something to repeat the last few seconds of its existence. I saw those kids run out of the exhibit, so I thought I should check it out. When I used it on the staff, it returned to a time when it wasn’t broken and - with no one around to re-break it - it remained whole once the effect wore off.” Jalil seems floored by your admittance. His jaw hangs open, catching flies while he processes the truth of what you’ve told him. You shrug at him, unused to causing such reactions in people. You hope no one can see your face begin to pinken beneath your hood and mask.

“I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to… Get in trouble for entering the museum without paying…” you finish, lamely. That’s not going to help your image, but you have no idea what other reason a hero would have for not telling someone about it. Jalil finally closes his mouth and pushes himself up. He coughs a bit but finally speaks.

“W-well, uh, Monsieur Mehen, I am… Certain that the museum will, uh, loo-look past this incident once the full story is relayed to them. And, for future reference, the Louvre has an official policy that the three of you, as well as your remaining teammate, are to be allowed entrance free of charge.” Despite the nervous start, Jalil finishes strong and with a small smile.

The unspoken apology is accepted with just as few words. As Chat helps Jalil back to ground level, Ladybug approaches you with a small smile. “Well,” she begins, “it’s weird to think you started all this, but I’m glad to see you’re willing to admit that for his sake.” For the first time you can remember, Ladybug seems totally relaxed around you. And when she’s alone with you, too!

>A) Alright, Jalil’s been reassured. It’s time to be Mehen again. “I did what I had to do. Don’t want him to get akuma’d twice.”
>B) Accept the approval. It’s not like Ladybug doesn’t have good reason to be surprised, you’re pretty sure she’s scared of you. “Thanks.”
>C) She’s, uh... Still smiling at you. What are you supposed to say now? You hate it when girls put you on the spot like this, if you talk you’ll end up saying “you too” or something just as stupid. Better to just leave before things get even weirder.

>>2367444
>>B) Accept the approval. It’s not like Ladybug doesn’t have good reason to be surprised, you’re pretty sure she’s scared of you. “Thanks.”

>>2367444
>B) Accept the approval. It’s not like Ladybug doesn’t have good reason to be surprised, you’re pretty sure she’s scared of you. “Thanks.”

Then just leave.

>>2367444
>B) Accept the approval. It’s not like Ladybug doesn’t have good reason to be surprised, you’re pretty sure she’s scared of you. “Thanks.”

>>2367444
>A) Alright, Jalil’s been reassured. It’s time to be Mehen again. “I did what I had to do. Don’t want him to get akuma’d twice.”
muh batman

>>2367444
>>B) Accept the approval. It’s not like Ladybug doesn’t have good reason to be surprised, you’re pretty sure she’s scared of you. “Thanks.”

>>2367444
>B) Accept the approval. It’s not like Ladybug doesn’t have good reason to be surprised, you’re pretty sure she’s scared of you. “Thanks.”
Then just leave without another word. We have an image to keep

>>2367444
>B) Accept the approval. It’s not like Ladybug doesn’t have good reason to be surprised, you’re pretty sure she’s scared of you. “Thanks.”
Scary mehen is for the people, we can be civil with our teammates

>>2367444
>B) Accept the approval. It’s not like Ladybug doesn’t have good reason to be surprised, you’re pretty sure she’s scared of you. “Thanks.”

>>2367456
>>2367459
>>2367462
>>2367465
>>2367467
>>2367481
>>2367482
There’s a slight lull in the conversation while you decide what to say. As she waits, Ladybug’s smile flits between becoming more forced and dropping. Eventually, you settle on, “Thanks.”

It’s enough to bring her smile back, and for it go even further, becoming a quick grin. Before you can bumble your way into ruining that, too, you take your leave and make your way home.

During your run through the rooftops and, once you find a quiet place to become Lucas again, the streets, you try to go over the events in your mind, but find yourself having trouble. You… You stood up to Timebreaker, offered yourself, then you… Went to the bathroom and met yourself… Did you sneak into the vent? The office? It’s all mixing together, which, while annoying, you take as a sign that the other Lucas’s memories are melding with yours the way you thought they would. And you can’t remember horrifically fading away, so it probably didn’t even hurt.

You close the front door and, after an hour and a half of assuring your parents you were safe and had managed to escape with the help of the heroes, retire to your room. Now all you have to do is plan for tomorrow since school called ahead to cancel tomorrow.

>A) Your patrol with Lapine is that Evening, to give Chat and Ladybug some time to rest up. You should preempt the event and rest up yourself before heading out.
>B) Mental rest is just as important as physical rest, and you still wanted to hang out with Marinette and Ivan. Call them and see if there’s something cool happening tomorrow.
>C) You should probably check on Alix. It’s not so far-fetched that you’d have figured out who Timebreaker was, and you can’t imagine having your older brother attack your school would be a fun experience. You can ask how Jalil’s doing, while you’re at it.

>>2367540
>>C) You should probably check on Alix. It’s not so far-fetched that you’d have figured out who Timebreaker was, and you can’t imagine having your older brother attack your school would be a fun experience. You can ask how Jalil’s doing, while you’re at it.

>>2367540
>B) Mental rest is just as important as physical rest, and you still wanted to hang out with Marinette and Ivan. Call them and see if there’s something cool happening tomorrow.

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>>2367540
>B) Mental rest is just as important as physical rest, and you still wanted to hang out with Marinette and Ivan. Call them and see if there’s something cool happening tomorrow.

>>2367540
>C) You should probably check on Alix. It’s not so far-fetched that you’d have figured out who Timebreaker was, and you can’t imagine having your older brother attack your school would be a fun experience. You can ask how Jalil’s doing, while you’re at it.

>>2367552
Nice bulge, I feel like I recognize it from somewhere...

>>2367540
>A) Your patrol with Lapine is that Evening, to give Chat and Ladybug some time to rest up. You should preempt the event and rest up yourself before heading out.
Ever vigilant, no injustice shall escape our sight!

>>2367540
>>C) You should probably check on Alix. It’s not so far-fetched that you’d have figured out who Timebreaker was, and you can’t imagine having your older brother attack your school would be a fun experience. You can ask how Jalil’s doing, while you’re at it.

>>2367540
>B) Mental rest is just as important as physical rest, and you still wanted to hang out with Marinette and Ivan. Call them and see if there’s something cool happening tomorrow.

>>2367540
>C) You should probably check on Alix. It’s not so far-fetched that you’d have figured out who Timebreaker was, and you can’t imagine having your older brother attack your school would be a fun experience. You can ask how Jalil’s doing, while you’re at it.

Glad to see you back, Brother.

>>2367582
Agreed

>>2367582
Glad to be back.

>>2367540
>B) Mental rest is just as important as physical rest, and you still wanted to hang out with Marinette and Ivan. Call them and see if there’s something cool happening tomorrow.

C and B are tied, 4-4

>>2367540
>B) Mental rest is just as important as physical rest, and you still wanted to hang out with Marinette and Ivan. Call them and see if there’s something cool happening tomorrow.

>>2367601
B it is! Tomorrow will include many fanciful adventures with our friends! At least, Lucas's tomorrow. I gotta admit, I'm starting to hit a wall for tonight on account of my school taking most of my time and energy. So, I'll call it here for tonight. Tune in at 5 PM CST next Wednesday for your next session, and if you're interested, follow my twitter for updates on a new project! I haven't spent this past month soaking in my own pained misery!

>>2366791
Huh, didn't notice this was back. It dead already?

>>2370988
Session for the week is over, but we're running again next Wednesday.

>>2372951
This thread or a new one?

>>2385004
It's only page six, so we should be good. It'll be ~ Page 7 or 8 when we start, but as long as it hasn't fallen off the board.

>>2367540
With two bodies worth of sore to deal with, getting up the next day had been a chore. You missed breakfast and would have missed school if it had been open. The only reasons you got out of bed at all were twin complaints from Marcus and Ekko that, somehow, the sudden bout of muscle pain would tip your parents off that something was amiss, and your promise to do something with Marinette and Ivan today.

“Something” turned out to be “walk around and look for something,” as most fun things to do had closed their doors in the wake of a third (or fourth, depending on how one counted Ivan’s misadventure) akuma attack. It wasn’t a total shutdown of the city, so you couldn’t say people were panicking, but they were nervous. You suppose they had a good reason to be.

So, you walk and talk. Mostly about school, and how you were expected to make up for so much missed time so early in the year, but also about things that happen to interest you. Games, TV, movies. Ivan tries to get a conversation going about the Chevaliers, but you - and surprisingly, Marinette - shut down the conversation. You weren’t interested in ruminating over your bruises, and Marinette still hated thinking about Mehen.

“I dunno,” Marinette was explaining, “I guess I’ve never really liked snakes-” She was cut off when she collided neatly into a large, older man’s chest. Before she could begin to stutter an apology, the man beats her to it.

“Oh, many pardons, miss! I am afraid I didn’t look to where I was going,” he explains, gesturing towards a map in his hand. Oh, a tourist. You could imagine you’d be sick of them after a few years of living here, but it wasn’t so bad yet. “Could, eh, you three possibly help? I am looking for-” he pauses to peer closely at his map, “Rew de kat ki pik?” His pronunciation is worse than your dad’s, maybe even worse than your mom’s impression of your dad.

“... Rue du Chat qui Pêche?” Marinette guesses, earning a grin and an enthusiastic nod. That was the most narrow street in the city, so much so that you could easily hold yourself above the pavement by pressing your hands against one wall and your feet against the opposite. As far as you know, “the narrowest street in the city” was its only claim to fame.

>A) Help him out. You didn’t know the exact spot, but you’re pretty sure you can ballpark it.
>B) You were supposed to be doing something fun today, not working as a free tour guide… Ask Marinette to leave it and get back to searching for something to do.

>>2386999
>A) Help him out. You didn’t know the exact spot, but you’re pretty sure you can ballpark it.

>>2386999
>A) Help him out. You didn’t know the exact spot, but you’re pretty sure you can ballpark it.

>>2386999
>>A) Help him out. You didn’t know the exact spot, but you’re pretty sure you can ballpark it.

>>2386999
>>A) Help him out. You didn’t know the exact spot, but you’re pretty sure you can ballpark it.

Calling it's Caller

>>2386999
>A) Help him out. You didn’t know the exact spot, but you’re pretty sure you can ballpark it.
Good boi time!

>>2386999
>A

>>2386999
>A) Help him out. You didn’t know the exact spot, but you’re pretty sure you can ballpark it.
Not like we've got anything better to do.

>>2386999
>>A) Help him out. You didn’t know the exact spot, but you’re pretty sure you can ballpark it.

>>2387003
>>2387007
>>2387016
>>2387020
>>2387022
>>2387025
>>2387032
>>2387051
A good deed a day keeps the devil away. Roll me 1d100, best of three, and we'll see how close you got!

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>2387087

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>2387087

Rolling

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>2387087
Alrighty then.

>>2387097
Well, you are new to the city. Maybe a few more months, you'll know you're rues from your avenues. Writing!

>>2386999
>A) Help him out. You didn’t know the exact spot, but you’re pretty sure you can ballpark it.

Also, nice trips

>>2386999
Well, there’s a cat on this street. You, Marinette, and Ivan had been trying to help this old guy find his tourist destination for nearly an hour, but you had no idea where anything was, Marinette confessed that she didn’t go anywhere more than a few streets away from either her house or school if there wasn’t an event going on, and Ivan offered no excuse but a shrug of his massive shoulders.

“Well, I thought this would be a lot easier…” you try to explain, only to get a massive open hand slap to your spine and a single belly laugh. “Don’t worry too much, you tried to help! That’s good enough, I think.” He reminds you of Santa. Big, loud, and far too happy to be upset at being let down. You’re not going to argue yourself into trouble, especially when you’ve got no chance of winning a shouting match with him, so you mumble some agreeable sounding words.

“Ah, well. It wasn’t as if I had to be there at a certain time,” he hums, then taps a finger to his chin. “I do have something to do today, but I did want to see it…” He snaps and points at you, “Say, are you three looking for work? I have to drop a few packages off today. I’ll pay each of you to take one, then I can look for the street!”

>A) Well, you did waste an hour of his time… “Sure, but you don’t have to pay us. Call it our apology for not getting you there.”
>B) You’re not gonna turn down some spending money. “Sure!”
>C) You probably shouldn’t, you’ve got a bad feeling. “Actually, we’re supposed to meet my parents pretty soon, so… We really don’t have time…”

>>2387209
>A) Well, you did waste an hour of his time… “Sure, but you don’t have to pay us. Call it our apology for not getting you there.”

>>2387209
>>A) Well, you did waste an hour of his time… “Sure, but you don’t have to pay us. Call it our apology for not getting you there.”

>>2387209
>A) Well, you did waste an hour of his time… “Sure, but you don’t have to pay us. Call it our apology for not getting you there.”

>>2387209
>>B) You’re not gonna turn down some spending money. “Sure!”

>>2387209
>A

>>2387209
>>B) You’re not gonna turn down some spending money. “Sure!”

>>2387209
>B) You’re not gonna turn down some spending money. “Sure!”
“Mehen and the gang become pack mules”

>>2387209
>B

>>2387213
>>2387215
>>2387220
>>2387226
4 to
>>2387224
>>2387238
>>2387247
>>2387255
4, letting the timer run

>>2387209
>A) Well, you did waste an hour of his time… “Sure, but you don’t have to pay us. Call it our apology for not getting you there.”

>>2387209
>B) You’re not gonna turn down some spending money. “Sure!”
Dollar Dollar Bills

>>2387260
>>2387296
Son of a bitch. Normally, I'd flip, but I need to grab dinner anyway. So, if the tie isn't broken by the I get back, I'll flip.

>>2387209
>>B) You’re not gonna turn down some spending money. “Sure!”

>>2387306
>A) Well, you did waste an hour of his time… “Sure, but you don’t have to pay us. Call it our apology for not getting you there.”

>A) Well, you did waste an hour of his time… “Sure, but you don’t have to pay us. Call it our apology for not getting you there.”

>>2387209
>A) Well, you did waste an hour of his time… “Sure, but you don’t have to pay us. Call it our apology for not getting you there.”

>>2387209
>A) Well, you did waste an hour of his time… “Sure, but you don’t have to pay us. Call it our apology for not getting you there.”

>>2387312
>>2387317
>>2387322
>>2387336
Back, and scored! You're do the job and waive the fee. Writing, as soon as I finish dinner!

>>2387362
Alright, done. Writing!

>>2387209
After a fond tussle of your hair for waiving his fee, the old man shoved a package into each of your hands and gives you a location and description. You wave goodbye to your friends and take off for your recipient, wary of the sun’s rapidly lowering position. You still had to meet with Lapine tonight.

Luckily for you, the man you were delivering to worked nearby in an office that worked in either law or banking. Well, as long as they let you in to give this to, you double check the name, “César Duval,” you suppose it doesn’t matter. You did briefly wonder what, exactly, you were giving to M. Duval, but you wouldn’t dare open the brown envelope. It was probably the old man’s banking information.

You breeze through the lobby and, after a brief discussion with the receptionist to confirm that M. Duval was available, wait for him to arrive. When he does, his nose deep into his phone. Duval is a tall beanpole of a man, with a thin, hawkish face and shortly cut dark hair. You’re sure he could look quite intimidating for a man in his profession, had he a mind to, but his expression was one of boredom rather than intensity or annoyance.

“M. Duval?” you question. He peers up from his phone to let out a nasally, drawn-out “Yeeeeesss?” You slap on a polite smile and offer the envelope, which he takes without comment. “It’s from M. Frank,” you clarify. You didn’t want to risk his things being misfiled, so you had asked his name before you left. You hope he had another name written on the documents because “Frank” was all he would give you.

Duval’s eyes seem to light up in understanding and he gives you a shallow nod. “Ah, yesss… M. Frank… Well, I’ll take care of this for him. Thank you, young man.” Without waiting for a response, M. Duval returns to his phone, turns one hundred and eighty degrees, and marches back upstairs. You can feel yourself frowning. Was this normal for Paris? Something felt off about how M. Duval was acting…

>A) Bring it up to Lapine during your patrol. You know she won’t mind bending the law a little bit to get a closer look at a suspicious man.
>B) Stick to the route you had planned. Violating the privacy of two men that you’d volunteered to help was low.

>>2387563
>>A) Bring it up to Lapine during your patrol. You know she won’t mind bending the law a little bit to get a closer look at a suspicious man.

>>2387563
>A) Bring it up to Lapine during your patrol. You know she won’t mind bending the law a little bit to get a closer look at a suspicious man.

>>2387563
>A) Bring it up to Lapine during your patrol. You know she won’t mind bending the law a little bit to get a closer look at a suspicious man.
Guess we're doing this then

>>2387563
>A) Bring it up to Lapine during your patrol. You know she won’t mind bending the law a little bit to get a closer look at a suspicious man.

>>2387576
>>2387581
>>2387587
>>2387614
huh. Honestly didn't expect that. Give me a roll, 1d100 best of 3!

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>2387640

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>2387640

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>2387640

Rolling

>>2387647
Wow. Nice one. Writing!

>>2387563
“Mind if I suggest a detour?” you ask, transformed and stalking the roofs of Paris beneath the moonlight.

“I don’t see why not,” Lapine responds, no effort in her voice despite performing much more elaborate acrobatics as she follows. She’d better not be trying to imply she’s faster than you. Surely she remembers how you met?

“There’s an office building, not too far from here. I saw someone drop off an envelope to a suspicious looking guy.”

“An envelope in an office building. Maybe afterward we can hunt down paintings in the Louvre, or a brick in an alleyway,” she snarks, unenthused entirely by the idea. Time to play your trump card.

“You’re right. It’s probably not worth the effort to break in-”

“I’m in!” You couldn’t even trail off properly before a bright smile and a chipper tone cut you off. With the promise of a break in, even for a noble cause, Lapine is bounding across the rooftops with renewed vigor, but less theatrics. She must be impatient, now. Still, the two of you remain reasonably even in the race to the building. It’s exactly how you’d expect to be: A squat, boring, gray building that was lent absolutely no sinister air by the darkened windows. It would have to be more interesting for that.

“So,” Lapine says with a clap, “how do you want to do this?”

>A) Go in through the top. If they don’t have roof access, you can use a window on the top floor instead. It’ll mean skipping the most obvious place for security, the lobby.
>B) Sneak in through the front. Lapine’s on board, but she won’t thank you if you don’t make it a little interesting.
>C) Just knock and see if anyone’s there. You are superheroes, after all. It’s not like you’re going to rob the place.

>>2387726
>A) Go in through the top. If they don’t have roof access, you can use a window on the top floor instead. It’ll mean skipping the most obvious place for security, the lobby.

>>2387726
>A) Go in through the top. If they don’t have roof access, you can use a window on the top floor instead. It’ll mean skipping the most obvious place for security, the lobby.

>>2387726
>>B) Sneak in through the front. Lapine’s on board, but she won’t thank you if you don’t make it a little interesting.

>>2387726
>A) Go in through the top. If they don’t have roof access, you can use a window on the top floor instead. It’ll mean skipping the most obvious place for security, the lobby.

>>2387726
>A

>>2387743
Switching to
>B

>>2387731
>>2387735
>>2387740
No need to get cocky. Writing!

>>2387726
Luckily for them, they had roof access. It takes Lapine far less time than you’re comfortable with to pick the lock open, but you let it pass without comment. This was your idea after all, and you knew perfectly well you’d be playing on Lapine’s desire to rob somewhere with you. Not too surprising she’d been practicing. The stairwell is dark, but there’s enough light to see. The two of you slide downstairs, always careful to step quickly, lightly, and with your backs to the wall.

Maybe it’s not exactly surprising that an office building wouldn’t be a fortress to get into, but a small, childish part of you wanted to complain about how easy it was. You spare a glance to Lapine, but by the grin and sparkling eyes, you could guess she wasn’t as disappointed. Maybe it was less about the challenge, and more the experience? Or maybe she was excited to have you along?

You comb the cubicles until you stop a nameplate with a name you recognize: “C. Duval.” Silently beckoning Lapine, you begin to open his drawers and cabinets, searching for the documents you handed him earlier that night. They’re nowhere to be found. In fact, there aren’t any papers in his desk. The whole thing looks untouched. You can spy a thin layer of dust gathering on the keyboard. That isn’t right at all, you know he was here earlier tonight. How could he have worked without touching anything?

>A) Search more thoroughly. He must have hidden the documents here somewhere!
>B) Investigate the management office instead. This empty desk is highly suspicious.
>C) Ask Lapine for her opinion.

>>2387876
>>B) Investigate the management office instead. This empty desk is highly suspicious.

>>2387876
>C) Ask Lapine for her opinion.

>>2387876
>B) Investigate the management office instead. This empty desk is highly suspicious.
>C) Ask Lapine for her opinion.

C first, though.

>>2387888
>>2387901
>>2387903
Sure, I can do a hybridization. Writing, and last post for tonight!

>>2387876
“Any ideas?” you whisper to your partner in crime. The rabbit girl hums over the dark screen of the desktop, then whispers back, in just as grave a tone, “How much do you think this would go for at a pawn shop?”

“I’m serious,” you grunt, only your need to keep quiet stopping it from being a true snap. Lapine rolls her eyes as she answers, “Well, maybe they have a record on where he lives. We could find out what he does all day if we follow him all day.”

Her thoughts align with yours, and the two of you skulk past the sea of desks to the one secluded room on this floor. Or, at least, the only one you can see with a desk inside. Lapine again wills the door open, and inside, you ransack the cabinets for a list of employees. You eventually find what you’re looking for in an unmarked three-ring binder. A quick flip to the center and skimming for the last “D” name in the list gives you what you’re looking for.

“Duval, César” is printed in proud letters, but there’s almost nothing else here. There’s no picture of the thin man you met, no contact information, and no address, unfortunately for Lapine’s helpful suggestion. There’s nothing here.

“Fake identity,” Lapine mutters into your ear. You jump slightly, then fight not to growl or blush. You hadn’t noticed her looking over your shoulder. Whether she didn’t notice your surprise or is merely being diplomatic, Lapine lets it pass without comment and instead continues, “I guess this place really is shady. Any more blank pages in here?” You flick through again, front to back, but César Duval is the only missing entry.

“Maybe he’s just a very recent hire,” you mutter, half-sarcastic.

“Well, the night’s still young,” Lapine points out. “Maybe we could find him some other way.”

I do unfortunately have to call it there for tonight, thanks to my classes in the morning, but we'll pick up again in a new thread next week! See you all then. Be sure to either follow the twitter listed in the OP or join the discord for a direct link to the thread when we start!