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Your name is Elise. Elise Martins. And, to put it simply, you are not normal.

What you are is a mutant— one of the many few in Konigsburg who possess strange and unnatural abilities due to the explosion of FutureLabs’ particle accelerator.

You have two brothers, Matt and John, but it's only Matt who knows of your powers. You’ve also made a friend, Bernard, who also happens to be a mutant.

Together, the three of you operate under the title of the M-Guard, saving mutants from the ever-encroaching hands of FutureLabs while also working to shut the organization down for good.

>Previously on Mutant!Quest: Your first encounter with the FutureLabs task force ended in the rescue of not one but three mutants: Pharos, who had turned out to be none other than Victor Valjean; Julia, a mutant who had been brainwashed; and the hacker mutant Eddie Braun, a prominent member of the task force who defected from FutureLabs by uploading his consciousness into a cell phone. Now, you need to figure out a more permanent way to hide the more conspicuous mutant fugitives, since Julia can't camp out in your house forever, and the last thing you want is Pharos of all people knowing where you live.
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>>4394919

Character Info and stats (Now includes a side-character page, which is currently under construction!):

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>>4394919

>What do you do now?
>Check up on Eddie. See how he’s doing in the phone.
>Check up on Matt. He’s still watching Valjean, and both are probably in need of sustenance.
>Check your phone to see if John’s okay. You probably did a number on him, since he didn't come home last night.
>Find Julia some clothes that aren’t the jumpsuit.
>write-in
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>>4394927
>Check your phone to see if John’s okay. You probably did a number on him, since he didn't come home last night.
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>>4394927

>Check your phone to see if John’s okay. You probably did a number on him, since he didn't come home last night.
>Find Julia some clothes that aren’t the jumpsuit.

These both seem pretty quick right? Text John, give Julia a set of our clothes. After:

>Check up on Matt. He’s still watching Valjean, and both are probably in need of sustenance.
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>>4394938
+1
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>>4394927
>Find Julia some clothes that aren’t the jumpsuit.
Matt will be fine. I wonder how long he's planning to stay awake?
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>>4394949

You had woken up to Julia looming over you, which was a little disconcerting to say the least. Still in her FutureLabs-standard jumpsuit, which had somehow stayed perfectly clean despite everything that had happened last night, the young woman had nearly fallen to sleep the second she had taken to the armchair.

Bernard, too, had nearly passed out from exhaustion, as he had teleported so many people at the distances that he had in such a short span of time, and, padding into the living room, you were surprised to find that he was still asleep.

Judging by the looks of it, the teleporter doesn’t seem ready to wake up anytime soon, his face looking so peaceful in his rest, so you pull out your phone to shoot John a text.

Two minutes pass, and you decide to fix up something for Julia to eat while you wait for a response from John. Toaster pastries are a safe bet, not only because they’re they easiest thing to make but also because you don’t want to put your cooking skills to the test right now. You think four will do for now.

Placing the plate before the crystalline mutant, she gives the proffered food a questioning look before you clarify to her, “This is food, Julia. Good food.”

“…” Julia is silent, eyeing the pop tarts as if they’re going to jump out at her. You wonder what they fed her at FutureLabs.

Even though you know your next question’s a long shot, you try anyway. “Is there anything else that you want?” As expected, it doesn’t seem like she can think of anything off the top of her head.

Reluctantly, she holds the pastry up to her face before taking a bite out of it. Blue eyes widen, the next bite she takes being much more enthused than the last, and the four pastries disappear in a blink of an eye.

“You still hungry?” You inquire, and, by the look on her face, you already know the answer, which is how roughly ten pop tarts fall victim to the hungry mutant. She seems satisfied for now, so you decide to check your phone again.

It’s been about twenty minutes since you texted John, you come to find.

Usually, he texts back on instant. However, since John’s probably in a hospital, there’s a chance that he could still be asleep, and, upon thinking about why he’s in the hospital in the first place, you feel a twinge of guilt for nearly losing control again. True, you were shot thrice and then stabbed straight through the abdomen, but, if you hadn’t been shocked out of your stupor from seeing John, it could’ve ended a whole lot worse.

He’ll text back when he wakes up, you suppose, and, while you wait on Bernard to wake up, you busy yourself with finding Julia something to wear that is not that jumpsuit.

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Julia is a good three or four inches smaller than you and much thinner, which is really saying something when you consider your shape, so it takes a while of rifling through your closet to find a T-Shirt that isn’t a million sizes too big and a pair of shorts that don’t hang down to her feet.

When you look at the shirt again, you have to take a mental step back, because you honestly don’t know how old you were the last time you wore it, but it will have to do for now.

You remind yourself to get Julia some actual, fitting clothes at the Schönbrunn Mall.

“These are the only clothes you have?” There’s disappointment in Julia’s voice as she examines herself in the mirror. “I look stupid.”

“No you don’t. You look fine.” You insist, and you realize that all of her fussiness last night was not a result of the situation— Julia just might be a particular person in general. Briefly, you wonder if she was a particular person before getting brainwashed.

“Good mornin’ fishface!” Bernard says as he pops into the hallway, his sudden presence being a welcome surprise. “And good mornin’ to you too whatever-your-name is.”“Julia.” You tell him, and the teleporter looks a little abashed from forgetting a name that he’d just learned last night.

“Then good mornin’ Julia!” He gives Julia a good morning too.

“You’re Blink…” She says simply, and Bernard nods with his usual energy before turning his attention back to you.

“So what are you doin’ with Julia, fishface? Playin’ dress-up, right?" That just about sums it up.“Yeah.” You tell him, and, out of the corner of your eye, you see Julia take the brush that had been left on your dresser.

“How’s John doin?’ Hear from him yet?” Bernard fires off the questions in quick succession.

“I tried to text him a while ago.” You tell the blonde.

“Did you fight him or somethin?’ Cause when we were bringin’ Eddie’s body back to the task force, we could see John from where we were.”

“Was he okay?” Last time you talked to him, after he’d removed the bullet, he said that he’d be pretending to be unconscious, but you still can’t help the concern that wells up in you.

“Yeah,” He drawls out. “Just sleepin.’” At those words, Bernard stretches his arms in a yawn, still tired himself.

It’s then that a snap, followed by a bang, startles you, and you turn your head towards the direction of the noise.

Julia had attempted to brush her hair, and, judging by the broken brush head that’s on the floor, your brush couldn’t withstand her apparently crystalline hair. Her gaze directed towards the brush on the floor is doleful as she says, “…It’s broken.”

You had just thought her hair was a very light shade of blonde; however, upon closer look, it’s plain to see that her hair is nearly white, iridescent under the light.

>(2/?)
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>>4395493

Without any further word, Julia picks up both halves of the brush and sets them back on the counter, staring at the two brush halves like they had offended her. You have to wonder how Valjean’s going to make good on his promise to take her out for her hair. Guess he’s going to have to deal with one angry mutant.

“Hey guys, who wants to visit stick?” Bernard asks, his enthusiasm quite effective at dispelling the strange atmosphere that had overtaken the room. “As soon as I get some breakfast, we can go— you too, fishface. Get somethin’ to eat for yourself.”

While Bernard takes a large bowl of cereal for himself, you take the first slab of meat you can get your hands on. The whole raw chicken that’s sitting in the back of the fridge is rather tempting, but you remember that John had planned to cook with it this weekend. You’ll only take it if he’s not back in a few days.

Finishing your meal much faster than Bernard, you use the time you have to pack some snacks in a bag for Matt and Valjean, which are granola bars for now, buy maybe later you can buy something more substantial.

All the while, you keep checking your phone in case there’s an update from John, while Julia’s occupying herself by staring at the pictures on your walls.

“Alrighty guys, it’s go time!” Bernard is right next to you, and, in an instant, you’re back in the warehouse, right where you’d left Matt and Valjean. Matt is still sitting on the same crate you’d left him on, while you see Valjean pull up his sleeping bag none-too-subtly over his head.

“Hey Matt.” You greet him with a wave, and, when he looks to you, his eyes are beet-red. Guess he didn’t sleep, the sleeping bag Bernard had left for him lying on the ground. “We got food.”

That seems to catch his attention, and, beneath the exhaustion, there’s a slightly-manic look in his eyes as he holds out a hand for a bar that you hand him. All sense of manner thrown out the window, Matt opens the plastic with his teeth in lieu of attempting to open the wrapper like a normal person, and, once he has some food in his system, he seems a little more cognizant than he was.

“Thanks.” He says, getting off the crate and onto his feet.

“Stick you don’t look so good.” Bernard points out the obvious.

“No shit.” A tired Matt is a grumpy Matt. “All I wanna do is sleep to be honest.”

“Well, now you can!” Bernard slaps a hand on his back. “We’re here to watch the jerk now, so we can bring you home if you want.”

“Yeah… “ Matt quirks a grin. “But I kind of want to ask Ellie some shit before I go.” He turns to you. “Take us over there.” He points to the other side of the warehouse, and you scoop him up in a carry to dash to the opposite side of the place.

A few seconds of him saying nothing, and then you ask, “What did you want to ask me?”

>(3/4)
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>>4395537

“Nothing. I changed my mind— I’m just gonna sleep here now.” And he makes himself limp in your arms.

“Stay awake, Matt.” You know he’s joking, but you give him a light slap on the cheek anyways. He looks at you again but then his eyes fall close, and you have to slap him again, this time more insistently. “Cut it out. You're going home soon."

“Alright Ellie…” He says, and you set him on his feet. “Can you tell me what happened last night?”

>Give him the summary of everything.
>Give him the summary of your fight with John. He's probably referring to just that.
>Ask him how he managed to make Eddie defect instead.
>write-in


>(4/4)

This will be the last reply of the day. Gotta sleep. I spent too much time in the sun and am honestly feeling it. See you next time!
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>>4395545
>Give him the summary of your fight with John. He's probably referring to just that.
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>>4395545
>Give him the summary of everything.
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>>4395545
>Give him the summary of everything.
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>>4396120
>write-in
Ask if Valjean got up to any shenaginasan while we were gone
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>>4396120

I was thinking more along the lines of OG movie Spiderman carrying Norman Osborn.

REPENT SINNER...
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>>4395884
>>4396035

“Well after I got Valjean, Julia ended up chasing us because she couldn’t be put to sleep, and, after I fought her, she ended up snapping out of it. Kind of.” You tell Matt, not really wanting to go into excruciating detail.

“Define ‘kind of.’” Matt crosses his arms.

“After she stopped trying to kill me, Valjean tried to use her power on her again… and it ended up backfiring on them both.” You remember what happened back at the roof.

“Really?” Matt looks both surprised and intrigued by this information. “How did that happen?”

“I think what Valjean said was that Julia’s mind was like a door, and he could only fit so much of his power in it before her mind kicked him out.” Or did he say it was a room? You’re not really sure.

“Yeah… the jackass told me that he couldn’t really do much with her mind before he went to sleep. It seemed like he was too tired to lie about anything.” That’s good news, but you also don’t know what that means for Julia herself. “We were actually trying to alert you about Julia before, because we snuck into one of the trucks and found the files on her— Eddie too.” Matt adds. “That’s how we found out he was a mutant, and, by the time we were about to call you, you were already fighting her.”
“How do you know that?” You ask, wondering how Matt had known that.

“They were tracking her vitals.” It probably was that tracker brace transmitted that info. “Now about John… what did you do to him?” He lets the question hang in the air.

“I’m not exactly sure…” You purse your lips, the memory of that fight a rapid blur to you. You know you drew blood and broke his helmet… but not much else beyond that.

“Well, spill.” Matt doesn’t want to skirt around the topic. “I’m pretty sure we both know that you lost control of yourself, Ellie. Your face is an open book.” At that, you slump your shoulders. Are you really that obvious?

“Fine. Fine— I did, but I didn’t know it was him.” You defend yourself, because all of those agents with their helmets masking their faces look alike. “He shot me thrice and stabbed me.” And that stab only served to piss you off more, you recall that much.

>(1/?)
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>>4397206

“I wanted to bring you back the knife, but I couldn’t find it.” You’re very much disappointed at that. If it could cut through you deeper than any of the bullets could, then it was probably the best knife you could’ve gotten your hands on.

“No dinner for you then.” Matt jokes through a yawn. “And I think I’d like a better knife than I have… or several.” He says offhandedly. “Then again, it shouldn’t be any simpler than just stabbing, unless they’re throwing knives of course— which I could also learn to use. Didn’t know John could use one.”

You didn’t either, but it wasn’t even two weeks ago when you found out that John could use a gun. The more you know…

“Where’d he shoot you, by the way?” Matt inquires, looking for traces of wounds that are no longer there.

“Kneecaps and the stomach.” You tell him. “He was actually the one who got the last bullet out for me.”

“Really?” Matt looks very skeptical at that.

“Yes really.” You respond. “He hates his job, you know… and FutureLabs too. He told me that both last night and a few days ago.”

“Stick it to the man any way he can.” Matt says without missing a beat, and that’s when you remember one last, crucial detail that you’d failed to mention about last night’s debacle.

“Did I tell you that Clyde showed up afterwards, and he tried to kill everyone Julia’s brainwash kill-code?” Silence on Matt’s end, and he’s looking towards the ground. If not for the fact that his eyes were still open, you might’ve thought he had fallen asleep.

“I know what it is…” Matt mutters, looking towards the ground. “…I have her files.”

>”So what else do you know about Julia?”
>”What happens if you use the kill code?”
>”Wait. You know the kill code?”
>write-in

>(2/2)
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>>4397236
>”What happens if you use the kill code?”
I'm really curious, is it a beserker state or a self explosion ? I'm betting on the later because she could have gone the first one when she was going down
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>>4397257

Define self-explosion. Do you mean like she kills herself or something?
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>>4397317
Yes, like becoming a living bomb
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>>4397323

Then I'd say something in-between berserker and sudoku...
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>>4397236
>”So what else do you know about Julia?”
>”What happens if you use the kill code?”

>>4397317
Like what Cell does after Gohan kicks 18 out of him. Except presumably without the minute countdown for sappy goodbyes.
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>>4397345

Gohan who??? ...I don't know DBZ, but I attempted a google. Does this have to do anything with the phrase "kamehameha?"
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>>4397357
Can't believe you never watched DBZ. Zoomer?

Self explosion like a suicide bomber who straps a bunch of explosives to themselves and gets themselves as close as possible to the target before detonating them. Except in Julia's case the bombs are internal/part of her power.
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>>4397433

I am a shameful zoomer with my shameful zoomer anime tastes. Fite me if you dare.

Also I plead the fifth with additional spoilers...
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>>4397472
That's as good as confirmed.
>”Wait. You know the kill code?”
No, YOU spill
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>>4397472
Just watch DBZ abridged it's honestly a better show
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>>4397505
Or don't watch it at all because coomer dbz fans don't matter
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>>4397202
>repent
Purgatory is a valid eternal afterlife
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>>4397257
>>4397345

“You have her files?” You ask to confirm Matt’s words.
“Mhmm.” He nods at your inquiry. “She’s part of the first few— if not the absolute first subject— from the Epsilon Trials.” Meaning that Julia had been former Crux. This doesn’t surprise you, because she fits the general age-group of people who had joined, and you don’t think someone with her caliber of power would’ve escaped Valjean’s notice.

“So what happens if you use the kill code?” You want to be prepared in case Julia comes within hearing range of the task force again.

“Either she might die, or we might die.” Matt tells you. “There were only a couple of videos of it on the hard drive, and about Level E Personnel died, along with two non-Level E staff members.” There’s another lengthy yawn after he says this, and, as much as you want to go into further detail, Matt needs to sleep.

“You’ll tell me more when you’re finished with the hard-drive, right?” He’s barely keeping his eyes open.

“When do I not, Ellie?” He almost looks offended by your question. “You can take me back to Bernard now.”

It’s not long before Matt and Bernard are gone. You know that Bernard will be back soon, probably after he gets himself coffee or something.

From off to the side, you see that Julia has busied herself with staring at the lump of sleeping bag that is Victor Valjean, much like she had stared at you before you had woken up this morning. You think she needs to do something other than stare at people while they sleep, which is why you text Bernard to grab a couple of books from your bookshelf.

Where the old Crux HQ looked like it was ready to fall apart, you find that this abandoned warehouse is in much better shape than the one at the wharf. The only evident problem is all of the old construction supplies strewn about the premises, which won’t be a problem after some cleanup.

Old boards, metal sheets, nails, insulation… you could probably fix a house with all of the materials here. Heck, with your strength, you could easily rig a platform along the steel beams above, and it would almost be like a treehouse.

>>4397504 was gonna do this too but already had a good chunk written...

>(1/3)
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>>4397541

Treehouses… the thought of them gives you nostalgia, because you’d always wanted a treehouse when you were little, and you remember boasting to anyone who’d listen about how you’d find the perfect tree and build one for yourself. However, that was a hopeless flight of fancy, even though your little kid self didn't think so.

The temptation to live out a more-convoluted version of your childhood dream is one impulse-fueled decision away.

In a flash, you’ve grabbed one of the boards and are leaping up to the beam-system above. Aligning it with some of the beams, you make sure that neither you nor the board will come crashing down once you step foot on the plank. If you wanted it to stay, you’re not really sure what you’d need. Your construction knowledge is very lacking, but that’s nothing the Internet can’t solve, right?

“Hey fish, whatcha doin’?” Bernard’s voice interrupts your train of thought. He’s sitting on one of the metal beams to the side of you.“Testing something out.” You say, adjusting the board a little more. Tapping a foot against it, it doesn’t feel like it will fall, but you never know.

“So you’re buildin’ somethin?’” He asks with a tilt of his head.

“…Yeah! I thought I could see how we could make a better place for Valjean and Julia to sleep.” You honestly don’t know where that came from.

“Really?” Bernard seems intrigued by the idea regardless.

“No, I was just trying to do something stupid.” You admit, because you’re a terrible liar. “But we really should make something for the two of them. Is there a chance you know anything about construction?”

“Eh. Not really…” Bernard tells you. “I worked an odd job for a construction company a couple of weeks ago, and all they did was make me carry stuff around.” Green eyes are on you again. “So are you going to try it out?”

“Oh. Right.” You step off of the beam you were on and onto the wooden plank, sitting yourself down. It wiggles slightly from not being nailed down, but, after ten seconds of not falling, you deem it reasonably safe (at least for you) and tap the space beside you. “Wanna try?”

“Why not? We fall, and we’ll just get a lot of splinters, right?” He says with a grin before teleporting himself right onto the board. “This is actually kind of nice up here.” Bernard tells you. “You sure you wanna build something this cool for the jerk?”

“It’s not just for Valjean, and they also can’t sleep on the ground forever.” It’s a perfect place to hide in case someone does stumble upon this place, FutureLabs or otherwise, which is why you should probably build anything in one of the corners as opposed to the dead center of the beam system.

>(2/3)
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>>4397546
Btw speaking of hideouts
Bernard living in John's apartment without John knowing
o-o|- delicioso
》,>n////
/<3 LlL]
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>>4397617

>》,>n////
>/<3 LlL]

wat r these hieroglyphics??? I can't read weed speak...
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>>4397633
get back to work in the post, slave. why were the 2 parts fast ?
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>>4397633
It's just a bit of
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>>4397639

coz I forgot to brush me teeth. Them dental bills don't pay themselves.

also my net cut out you toker...
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>>4397546

It’s a good while of lazing around on the wooden board later that you realize that you’ve been keeping really poor tabs on Julia. For all you know, she could have wandered off already if she got bored enough with watching Valjean, so, with a quick warning to Bernard, you let yourself fall right off of the plank to see where Julia went.

However, you’re pleasantly surprised to find that she’s nose-deep in one of the books Bernard had brought at your behest, the others set to the side, and Valjean is sitting atop his sleeping bag with the backpack at his side, eating one of the protein bars from the bag.

“How long have you been awake?” You ask the former Crux leader.

“Since you woke me up, of course.” Though his tone is placid, his words are as pleasant as ever. You suppose Matt was right about his belligerence levels going down with exhaustion.

“Well we’re not fifty— we don’t need to be quiet. Plus, it’s noon.” Bernard points out. “How long can you possibly stay asleep?”

Valjean doesn’t answer, opting to throw his granola bar wrapper to the side. “Pass me that one large book while you’re at it.” It’s less of a request and more of a demand, and he points to the book pile, where there are several large books.

“War and Peace?” You say questioningly, eyes catching the first large book at the top of the pile.

“No. The bigger one under it.” Next to the copy of War and Peace is a much larger book. One of John’s old textbooks?

“Stop staring at it and pass it over.” Valjean is irked, and it comes to mind that you don’t have to take his attitude if you don’t want to. Not at all, especially if he’s going to be around for the foreseeable future, and even Bernard is off-put by the glare you’re currently sending Valjean’s way, book clutched tightly in both hands.

>What do you say?
>”If you want this book, you’re going to have to—”
>”I’ll give you the book, but you’ll have to cut the attitude.”
>”If you’re going to act like that to the people who saved you, you’re not getting the book at all.”
>Destroy the book.
>write-in

Options for option #1:
>“-quit being a prideful ass and let Matt treat your leg.”
>”-stop acting like an asshole, cause we're the people who saved you from FutureLabs.”
>”-watch over Julia, no ifs, ands, or buts.”
>write-in

>(3/3)
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>>4397664

We continue tomorrow kings! That was the last reply for the night, so see you all tomorrow!
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>>4397664
>”I’ll give you the book, but you’ll have to cut the attitude.”

>”-stop acting like an asshole, cause we're the people who saved you from FutureLabs.”
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>>4397664
>”If you want this book, you’re going to have to—”
>>“-quit being a prideful ass and let Matt treat your leg.”

If you're going to do sub-options, COADE (for example) uses a good sub-option format
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>>4397770
*Child of a Dead Empire
The options look like this:
>Then we just don't ask for permission to look through the records.
>That's why I won't be a minor when we ask, duh.
>>[Sub-Option] That policy can't apply to everyone. Like, say, someone they think has influence?
>How about we just bribe someone?
>[Write-In]
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>>4397664
>”If you want this book, you’re going to have to—”
>>"-ask nice."
If he won't, put the book in the rafters.
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>>4397664
"Say the magic word."
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>>4397664
backing >>4398132
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>>4398161
Uh oh.
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>>4397773

Thanks for that info! I'll be sure to implement that in future votes.


So it should look like this (just double-checking):
>wat do you do?
>slap goon
>punch goon

[sub-options for option #2]
>with claws
>with fist
>with fin
>write-in
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>>4398275
>>4397773
I guess that makes sense if the COADE formatting is for we the players to make things readable for you the QM.
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>>4398132
I can definitely see this backfiring with Julia but I want to see that shit train hit the fan on the nuclear power plant.
So
Backing
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>>4398275
it would be more like:
>slap goon
>punch goon
>>[Sub-Option] with claws
>>[Sub-Option] with fist
>>[Sub-Option] with fin
>write-in


This way the sub-options are integrated into the options list such that we don't read all the options, keep reading, and then find out that one of the options had sub-options, and have to go back and re-read all the options while asking "what was option 2 again?" because the sub-options are part of/just below the given option, as part of the original options list, instead of a seperate menu. Additionally, if for some reason we ever have multiple options that have sub-options it's a lot less confusing.
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Just thought of something. If it's John's old text book it might have his name in it. We should erase or blank it so Valpor or whatever finds us out.
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>>4398796

will incorporate this
>valpor

I lol’d at this BTW


Probably will be delayed on the posting tonight. Not by too much hopefully.
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>>4398796
>>4398304
>>4398161
>>4398132
>>4398044

“I said pass me the book.” Valjean says again, as if you didn’t hear him the first time.

“Say the magic word.” For all that you had to do for him last night, the least he could afford to do is give you some basic politeness.

There’s a choked noise from where Valjean’s sitting, evidently from not getting his way, but he recovers quickly by putting on a straight face. “Don’t play games with me.” Valjean does not like being sassed. “I just want the stupid book. Is that too much to ask?”

“If you want this book, you’re going to have to ask nicely,” You tell him through a mouthful of sharp teeth. When did they sharpen? You’re not sure, but, at the moment, you really don’t care. “You know we did save you from FutureLabs. You could at least pretend to be grateful.”

“Can’t be much worse than federal prison...” Valjean mutters underneath his breath.

“Well it is.” Bernard says. “So don’t push your luck with us if you don’t wanna go there.”

As Bernard and Valjean continue to argue over which prison is worse, it strikes you that John might’ve left his first name in the book. You open the cover, and, yes, John did leave his name… and his personal email inside the book in big, scrawling letters. Since it’s just the endpage, you don’t waste time in ripping it out, causing Valjean’s head to whip right back to you.

“Did you just seriously rip the first page out of the book?” Again, his tone is calm, but you have a sinking feeling that he’s probably pissed, as if you were intentionally ripping the book for your own pleasure. Which you weren’t.

Before you can even clarify that you needed to tear out the paper for personal reasons, Valjean calls for Julia, whose head whips up from her book at the sound of her name.

“Mind taking that book from her and giving it to me?” He uses his most affable smile on the crystalline mutant, and Julia, unaware that she’s being blatantly manipulated, immediately rises to her feet to take the book from you.

“Hey, I thought she only followed FutureLabs’ orders.” Bernard is confused. “Don’t tell me you’re usin’ your power on her, cause that would be sick.”

“Can’t and didn’t.” You see a smug smile creep up his face. “I’m just that likable.”

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Julia is mere inches from you when you hear the sound of crackling stone, until there’s crystal going all the way down the length of her arms.

“Julia,” You firmly say. “How about you don’t take the book from me?”

Julia doesn’t move, more crystal covering her body, and by reflex you complete the shift into your fish form as she gives you her simple response: “…I want the book.”

“Looks like it’s catfight time…” Valjean says, making a show of leaning back in his seat. “…for the second time in twenty-four hours.” He adds as an afterthought. Asshole.

“Well I’m not lettin’ anyone fight for your personal entertainment—” Bernard is quick to teleport to you, right as Julia lunges for the space the two of you were in, taking you back to the plank you were on. From above, you see Julia whipping her head in all directions as she searches for the two of you.

“What a douche…” Bernard whispers, just in case Julia can somehow hear you. Green eyes trail over to the oversized textbook in your hold, and he lifts a brow at it. “Wonder why he’d want a book like this though.”
“Dunno.” You shrug. “Maybe he likes learning. What made you take it by the way?”

“I just grabbed whatever I could off the shelf. Wasn’t really thinkin’ when I picked them.” Makes sense, because you’re pretty sure you saw a cookbook in the small pile of books Bernard brought. “So why did you need that paper by the way?” He points to the piece of paper that’s crumpled up in your hand.

“It has John’s name and email address.” You tell him as you smooth the page out before raking your claws across it several times and crumpling it up again, the claws tearing through the page like butter. The shreds of paper disappear in your pocket.

“I’m starting to think that maybe we should just give him the book so he just shuts up, right?”

“Yeah, but he’s going to think he can keep acting this way if we do.” That… would not be ideal.

It’s right as Bernard’s about to say something else to you that you pick up a sudden change in movement down below— from Julia, most likely— and she’s currently moving at a very high speed right under your plank.

Leaving the book to the wayside, you grab Bernard without warning and leap to one of the other beams on the rafters, and that’s when the wood of your platform is splintered apart by a crystal-powered punch.

It’s not long before she’s up on the rafters and charging after the two of you, but, with Bernard’s teleports, she doesn’t come close. You don’t really feel like fighting her (you did that last night), and, even though she isn’t currently in brainwash-kill mode, she seems hellbent on getting that book for Valjean.
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>>4399240

>What do you do?
>Go get the book and give it to Julia. Avoid any additional fighting.
>Play chicken instead. See how long it will take for Julia to give up.
>Let Bernard take the book and distract Julia. Try to knock some verbal sense back into her.
>write-in
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>>4399243

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MK6TXMsvgQg
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>>4399243
>Let Bernard take the book and distract Julia. Try to knock some verbal sense back into her.
Since her focus is on the book, let him teleport with it and try to undo Pharos order on her with FACTS and LOGIC
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>>4399243
>write-in
>Put Pharos between yourself and Julia.
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>>4399243
>Eat the book.
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>>4399279
At the recording of Juulia
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>>4399398

Refer to reaction image.

Sorry for short session but I gotta sleep. We go on a sidequest for Prozac tomorrow for you-know-who...
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>>4399243
>Let Bernard take the book and distract Julia
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>>4399243
E A T
T H E
B O O K
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>>4399243
>Let Bernard take the book and distract Julia. Try to knock some verbal sense back into her.
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>>4399965
MaybE she'll forget AbouT iT if sHE has to reinterpret the order to take the BOOK from Bernard.
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>>4399982
This post somehow helped me realize that we now have a new training partner that can help us get stronger, faster than we would fighting Matt or Bernard.

Even though the actual text of the post seems to be an intentional misinterpretation of the intent behind the action I voted for...
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>>4399965
>>4399263

“Bernard, grab the book.” You tell the teleporter. “It’s right down there where the plank broke— I’m going to try to talk to Julia.”

With a determined nod, Bernard disappears to grab the book, Julia still giving chase behind you.

While she matches you with speed, she’s definitely outclassed in the quick-reaction agility that you’ve been practicing, which is why she doesn’t even come close to catching you, and, when her back is turned, you take that as an opportunity to grab her arms and hold them behind her back.

Crystalline shards dig into your skin and try to encase your arms, some drawing blood as Julia struggles in vain. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Bernard perched on one of the rafters, looking like all he wants to do is teleport you out of there, but, thankfully, he stays put.

“Julia.” You say. “Do you still want the book?” At that, she pauses.

“Do you still want the book?” You repeat your question, your tone more firm than the last time.

”I want the book.” She says after a long moment of no response.

“If I let go of you, could you stop trying to fight? I want to talk to you about it.” Again, Julia doesn’t say anything, but, since she’s not trying to fight you, you cautiously release the hold you have on her, some crystal shards falling to the ground as your fingers break some of the stone.

You’re face-to-face now, where Julia’s trying to see if there’s anywhere on your person where you could possibly hide the book.

“Where did it go?” She asks, blue eyes curious.

“I don’t have it anymore.” You show her your empty hands. “But the reason why I took it away is because Valjean hasn’t been very polite to any of us. That’s why he can’t have it.”

“Polite…” She repeats the word slowly, as if hearing it for the first time. “I really want the book though.”

Julia’s not going to give up on this, is she? And you don’t want to go back to square one, which would either be letting her chase you around or restraining her. Absently, you wonder if this is what John had to go through when you and Matt were little.

“I have an idea,” You say, feeling the metaphorical lightbulb go off in your head. “I will give you the book, but, when you go and give it to him, you have to tell Valjean to say please. If he doesn’t, he can’t have it. Got that?”

She nods fervently, and, at that, you leap up to where Bernard is still sitting to grab the book, give him a thumbs-up, and jump back down, handing the crystalline mutant the large textbook, who clutches the book to her chest like a child. Then she’s gone, off to the other side of the warehouse, presumably to give the book to Valjean.

>(1/2)
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>>4400737

As you listen in on the conversation between Valjean and Julia, you feel a smile spread across your face.

“Hey fish, what’s so funny?” Bernard asks, appearing right next to you.

“I got Valjean to be polite.” You feel quite proud of yourself for that, and you taught Julia a good lesson in politeness too. At least you think you did.

“Howabout a high-five cause we won?” He holds out a hand, and you return the gesture.

Thinking on how Julia acted, you reason that her behavior must be a residual aspect of the brainwashing that she’d undergone, and you hope it will fade with time. Matt has all of the answers though; he’ll tell you what you need when you get your next chance to ask.

You have the whole rest of the day to yourselves, and, even though you’ll still need to keep an eye on Valjean, there’s plenty of stuff you can still do.

>What do now?
>Experiment with loft-building. See what you have on hand and what you might need to MacGyver something.
>Consult the web on loft-building, then attempt to build one.
>See if John messaged back.
>write-in
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>>4400769
>See if John messaged back.
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>>4400769
How much thinking has Elise done on this topic? I wonder if consulting the web might take the fun out of it. Can I veto consulting the web?
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>>4400852

>Can I veto consulting the web?

Yeah veto if you want!
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>>4400769
>Consult the web on loft-building, then attempt to build one.

I don't think any fun will be lost. In my experience it's a good way to learn cool tricks.
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>>4400882
Negative 1 plus 1 is zero I suppose
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>>4400769
>>Consult the web on loft-building, then attempt to build one.
Safety n' shit
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>>4400769
>>Consult the web on loft-building, then attempt to build one.
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>>4401069
>>4400957
>>4400882

“Bernard, let’s build a loft!” You’re nearly shouting in Bernard’s face.

“Today?” He’s slightly confused at your sudden enthusiasm.

“Yes today,” You confirm. “And, if we do it fast enough, we could have it done by the time Matt gets back.”

“Count me in then!” Bernard’s now on board. “Best part is we have all of these construction supplies right here.” He makes a motion towards the various construction supplies lying around, but then he frowns as he comes to the same realization you’d both come to not even a half-hour ago. “We don’t know squat about buildin’ though…”

Right, and as much as you like to charge straight into things, your head-on approach won’t cut it if you’re building a loft that will be holding people who might get hurt if you build it poorly.

“Then we’ll research it first.” You’re not giving up that easily, and you can learn anything on the Internet these days if you put your mind to it.

In sync, the two of you pull out your phones, and the first thing you search is images of treehouses, because that’s what you based your first platform off of. However, after a short while of scrolling through, you fail to see how you’d be able to properly “treehouse” Valjean and Julia a loft.

Cool loft ideas. Interesting lofts. Man caves. You punch a whole bunch of ideas into your phone, and it’s not until you type in the keywords ‘garage loft’ that you find something that catches your interest.

“Hey, look at this one.” You shove your phone in Bernard’s airspace. “What if we did something like this?” He clicks the image, leading you to the popular DIY website DoTube, and, as its name suggests, it’s full of tutorials on all sorts of projects.

The teleporter looks around the warehouse in consideration, and there’s a place at the very end that seems like it would fit a loft very well. The support’s already there, so all you two need to do is attach the planks and make it fancy. “I like it!” He grins. “Let’s do it!”

First thing's first is to make a mental checklist of supplies: rulers, boards, nails, hammers, and other various tools. Though you don’t have any saws, you have your fins that work a million times better, which is pretty awesome. You think this is one of the better opportunities you’ve had to utilize them, and you can’t wait to put them to use for this project.

>(1/2)
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>>4401130

While you’re looking over the supplies again, a sudden motion from Bernard startles you from your thoughts. “What are you doing?” You ask, turning your head to the teleporter.

“Takin’ off my jacket.” He says, folding it neatly and placing it on one of the crates. Come to think of it, you almost never see him without it. “It’s one of my favorite things, cause you guys bought it for me. I’d hate to get it ruined."

It goes without saying that if the jacket did get ruined you and Matt would always buy him a new one, no questions asked.

As he picks up a hammer, you can’t help but notice the visible, lean muscle on his arms— definitely a result of the training you and Matt had set him to. You remember that when you first met the blonde he was definitely skinnier. Much, much skinnier than now, but it’s a healthy skinny now that he’s getting some food in his stomach (you suspect that wasn’t the case beforehand).

Now that you’ve done your research, both you and Bernard feel more than ready to begin your project.

>Where do you start first?
>the rails. The easiest part!
>the floor. The harder part!
>some other cool, add-in feature (write-in)

CONSTRUCTION THEME: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cxhj1Is7HpY
Last reply for the night! See you guys next time!

>(2/2)
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>>4401159
>the rails. The easiest part!
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>>4401159
>the rails. The easiest part!
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>>4401159
>the rails. The easiest part!

I'm hyped for the not in a tree treehouse
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The rails are the hard part. If someone breaks a floorboard, just that floorboard gets replaced and then it's fine. The railings have to support people stumbling into them, if a railing breaks the entire side of the platform needs to be renailed. Are railings even a good idea? Maybe walls, just take the floor design and put it sideways. It is winter sometimes in Konigsburg, I assume.
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>>4401700

I forgot to put a disclaimer in the last post that OP has very negligible construction knowledge, so thanks for pointing that out.


Yes, we could definitely do walls in lieu of rails if everyone's keen on switching the rail votes to walls.

BIG. BEAUTIFUL. WALL!!!
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>>4401784
I was thinking the same thing actually, support walls
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>>4401784
I don't know anything about construction, I just looked at the photo and if you do the railing before the floor there's just no way to get the measurements right, whereas if you do the floor before the railing the measurements kinda do themselves.
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Also in regards to what >>4401806 said, would it technically be railroading if we DID start on the floors first? Did some more research, and, in every reference I've been looking at, the floors always come first before the wall framing.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zAstLauEUHw
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>>4401924
...there's already support beams in the ceiling and struts holding up the roof and all we really need to do is fill in the gaps
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OP had a health-related thing happen. Can't update tonight. Sorry kings.

Will be back in like a day or two.
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>>4402494
>health-related thing
Oh no
Get well soon!

>>4401924
It's not railroading if I change my vote to floor due to the reasoning of this post >>4401806 being convincing!
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>>4402010
Change my vote to railings
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>>4404054
Are you well bro ? it wasn't corona right ?
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>>4404063

No. It wasn’t the coof. It was sudden... and honestly just a really ugly convulsion episode.

Aftereffects tend to linger...
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>>4404071
Holy shit dude, is it from a condition you have or it was a first time ?
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>>4404097

Condition— happens from time to time, and it never fails to give my folks a scare...
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>>4404126
I hope you're better now bro
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>>4404126
Get well soon.
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Don't leave us OP I need this
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>>4404503

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3CR8DMFfFs8

The crappy part has ended. Just gotta do some IRL stuff today before any updates.
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>>4401806
>>4402883

OP had half of this written before my brain went kaput cause I expected floors to win out. Too lazy to change it to rails, but enjoy the early update.

“Let’s make the floors first!” You think the floorboards should be done above anything.

The two of you gather up the wood, screws, and everything else you might need, setting it in a relatively disorganized pile below your workspace. When you’re finished measuring the area, you set to cutting the wood pieces with your fins, while Bernard hammers them in, and, soon, the two of you have a steady rhythm going. It isn’t long before nearly a third of the floorboards are done, and, once you finish with the cutting, you join Bernard on the rafters with a hammer of your own.

From afar, you see that Julia has abandoned her book and is now looming over Valjean for some reason or another, Valjean trying to sink his nose as far into his book as humanly possible. Despite his best efforts to blatantly ignore her, the crystalline mutant doesn’t seem willing to budge. At least Valjean’s not telling her off— that’s a positive— and, since he isn’t, you decide to set back to work.

More than once, while hammering in the nails, you end up either smashing through the planks or destroying the nails when you think you can hammer a nail in one go, Bernard trying as hard as possible to keep a straight face, and, even though he ends up laughing at your own expense, you find yourself laughing along with him.

“Hey this looks fantastic!” Bernard cheers when the floorboards are nearly done, wiping a bit of sweat from his brow. “We could cover this whole place in boards at this rate.”

“No kidding.” Is your response, and wouldn’t that be something if you did?

It isn’t until you’re taking a much-deserved break (not that you’re really tired) that Julia shows up; you think that either she got tired of bothering Valjean, or he just sent her over here to pester you instead of him.

“What are you two doing?” She asks innocently.

“Building you and Valjean a hideout.” You tell her. “You’ll be sleeping here when it’s done.”

“Not in your house?” Julia tilts her head.

You’re not really sure how to explain to Julia that your FutureLabs-employee brother will recognize her in an instant if he sees her, but thankfully Bernard has your back.

“Yeah, cause this place will be loads better than anywhere else you can go once it’s all fixed up... even though the jerkface will be with you.” The last part is muttered under his breath. “Take it from a guy who’d been sleepin’ on the streets for months and months.”

>(1/2)
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>>4404748

Julia’s quiet at that, but she doesn’t seem opposed to the idea, silently smoothing a hand over the newly-installed wooden floor.

“Can I help?” The question catches you off-guard, and neither you nor Bernard are honestly sure how to answer.

>What do you do?
>Take her back to Valjean. Help from Julia might do more harm than good.
>Take a chance and assign her a real task
>Give her something easy to do, but don’t let it be for the main structure
>Kindly tell her no, but she’s free to watch if she wants to
>(Mystery box)
>write-in

>(2/2)
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>>4404760
>Give her something easy to do, but don’t let it be for the main structure
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>>4404760
>Give her something easy to do, but don’t let it be for the main structure

As a starter, she can graduate to real tasks if she does well.
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>Take a chance and assign her a real task
Railings? If there's anything Julia can do, it's focus. I'll bet she can measure twice. Let's give this treehouse a porch.
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>>4404760
>Take a chance and assign her a real task
Or
>Give her something easy to do, but don’t let it be for the main structure
I don't know which one of these is the railings
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>>4404817
>>4405116
>>4405351

While you briefly considered sending her back to Valjean, you don’t really have it in you to say no. However, you don’t want to put what you’ve already done at stake, so you think it would be a good idea to assign her an easy task to see if Julia would be capable of helping out with the rest.

She’s still looking at you, waiting expectantly for an answer, and, although it takes you a few moments of thinking something up, you finally blurt out: “You can build a bookshelf!”

It really doesn’t serve any purpose outside of holding the horde of books that were brought here, but it’s relatively straightforward. Anyone can build one, you think, and, since you and Bernard still have the last of the floorboards to finish, this will also serve the purpose of keeping Julia occupied in the meantime.

“Look.” You say, pulling up a simple image of a bookshelf and showing it to her. “All you really have to do is make a wood frame and nail the shelves inside.”

With the tip of her finger, Julia scrolls through the tutorial again, and, since she has yet to object to it, you think that’s a good sign.

“You okay with building that for now?” You ask to confirm, the white-haired mutant nodding her head. Then off you go to gather the supplies Julia will need, setting them in a small pile that is a couple of yards apart from your own mostly-depleted pile of lumber.

“We’ll be up here if you need us.” You say, as you leap back onto the rafters. Although you’re not so sure of her propensity with basic tools, she’s not really at risk for hurting herself given her type of power, so you’re not too worried.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watch as Julia sets the outer frame together. However, after the first instance of hammering two pieces of wood together, Julia extends a hand towards the framing instead, letting it shift into crystal, and you watch in fascination as she uses her crystal to bind the next piece of wood to the frame before doing the same with the rest of the shelf.

Guess you didn’t need to watch her after all.

Turning back to your work, it’s another few minutes before the last of the floorboards are done. You and Bernard share a triumphant fist-bump for a job well-done, though the moment’s interrupted from a very loud thump from behind yo that you realize is Julia… and apparently her bookshelf.

She’d covered the whole outside of the bookshelf in her crystal after she had used that same crystal to nail the bookshelf together.

“That looks really nice!” Some of the awe at how pretty the shelf looks seeps into your voice.

>(1/2)
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>>4405484

“Yeah, what fishface said.” Bernard adds, and, at both of your compliments, Julia seems proud of herself. Knocking a scaled hand against the bookshelf, you’re quite impressed by its design.
“Julia,” You address her again. “How would you like to help us with the rest of the hideout?”

It takes another while, though it’s shorter than with the floorboards, but the three of you working together manage to fix up the railings for the place quite nicely.

“Hey guys!” Bernard calls loudly from one of the rafters, as he’d wanted a picture of the newly-finished hideout. “This place looks great from right here!”

“I like it.” The words come from Julia, and there’s a small smile on her face as she says her words.

Then Bernard is back to you in another flash, grinning wildly from the same high you are on from the job well done.

“You know, I was thinkin’ that we could make another part to this thing, and then we could have ourselves a full-on warehouse mansion by tonight. What do you think, Ellie?” The phrase tree-house mansion echoes in your head, and the idea of it fills you with childish excitement.

>What do say?
>Why not? You have all day to build it as much as you want with all the supplies at your disposal.
>Nah. We don’t need no superhero treehouse fort.
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Last reply tonight btw! See you all tomorrow!
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>>4405489
>Why not? You have all day to build it as much as you want with all the supplies at your disposal.

We probably should take a short break check our media devices for stuff from John and also maybe news because I imagine we've been at this a while.
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>>4405551
This
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>>4405489
>Why not? You have all day to build it as much as you want with all the supplies at your disposal.
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>>4405489
>Why not? You have all day to build it as much as you want with all the supplies at your disposal.
What are you serious of course we're doing it overkill
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>>4405568
Oh yeah I suppose but he's probably still conked out
>>4405551
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slight delay. writing now.
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>>4405551
>>4405568
>>4405577
>>4405717
>>4405723

“You know, I was thinkin’ that we could make another part to this thing, and then we could have ourselves a full-on warehouse mansion by tonight. What do you think, Ellie?” The phrase tree-house mansion echoes in your head, and the idea of it fills you with childish excitement.

“I’ll get the wood!” You grin, and the three of you split up for more supplies.

It occurs to you sometime before you begin the next leg of your project that John could’ve messaged back at any time, so, pulling out your phone, you check your messages for any response from him, finding none. You would’ve thought John would’ve been awake by now, but, since there’s nothing you can do about it but wait, you have no choice but to push any worries to the back of your mind, put your phone away, and focus on the construction before you.

“I want to do the railings again.” Julia says very seriously, as you cut up the pieces of wood.

Since she proved herself with the bookshelf and the first rail-set, you trust her enough to build the rails. “We need to do the floors first,” You remind her. “So when we finish the floors, you can do that.”

The next platform is built right next to the first one. Slightly smaller than the first one, you think it’s like a porch of sorts to the first, but now the whole structure is definitely larger than any of the treehouses you saw in the pictures.

Of course, you all have the advantage of superpowers, which helped you to build the whole thing in record time, and the construction of the loft made a dent in the construction supplies, enough that the floor of the warehouse looks visibly clearer.

For a first project with no prior construction experience, you’d say it looks pretty good. Best part is you can always add more if you ever feel the urge to use up the construction supplies that are still leftover.

“I wonder how surprised stickface will be when he sees this…” Bernard says, mostly to himself.

“Enough he’ll crap his pants.” Is your joking response. Though Matt will probably be a little disappointed he couldn’t have been a part of the construction, you think he’ll be mostly surprised at the new addition to the warehouse.

>(1/?)
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>>4406930
that file name though
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>>4406930

“Stickface?” Julia repeats the name with an inclination of her head.

“Bludgeon. Matt. The guy who’s two feet tall and carries a metal bat around.” Bernard makes a gesture to show Matt’s relative height. “Stickface is just somethin’ I call Matt cause he’s my friend, just like Elise is my friend and I call her Ellie or fishface.” As he says this, he wraps an arm around your shoulder.Silently, Julia nods, and, right as you think she might’ve wanted to say something else, her stomach audibly growls. “Food’s with Valjean.” You tell her, and then she’s off.

It’s about another few minutes later that you realize you’re still standing there with Bernard’s arm still on your shoulder. Stealing a glance to the side, it doesn’t seems like he minds the proximity (and neither do you, really), but, for some reason, you can’t help the warmth that rises to your cheeks.

Eventually, Bernard seems to realize how much time has passed with the two of you standing there, and he brings the arm to his mouth in a yawn.

“My arm kinda fell asleep…” As Bernard tells you this, he rubs his arms. “So much hammerin’ floorboards and stuff. I know you’re probably not tired at all, fishface, but it was a good workout.”

“Yeah, it felt good to build that.” You say, and then it’s quiet again.

“By the way, I don’t care what the jerk says, but this is our fort part-time. He’s only sleepin’ here, and he doesn’t need both parts to himself.” As Bernard finishes saying this, you hear the Julia’s stone footsteps pounding back towards the loft at high-speed.

“I didn’t say to bring me when they were—“ Valjean’s words are stopped when he’s roughly thrown against the platform. “Ow…”

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That post number.
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“Top of the afternoon, Valjean!” Bernard tips an imaginary hat to him.

“Welcome to Fort M-Guard!” You announce, making your voice as obnoxiously saccharine as possible.

“Can’t believe it’s sturdy.” Is what Valjean says to you, knocking a hand against the thing. “Get this off DoTube or Picterest?”

“DoTube.” You say, unfazed by Valjean’s jab. “But you’re sleeping here from now on.”

“I didn’t see any stairs.” He grouses from the floor.

“You got Julia for that.” Bernard points out.

“Well, she hurt my leg. Again.” Valjean’s tone isn’t pleasant.

“Julia is still recovering from being in FutureLabs.” You remind Valjean, one arm on your hip. “Be easier on Valjean’s leg next time.” You make sure to tell that to the crystalline mutant so she won’t hurt his leg again.

Then your phone goes off with a call; there are only two people who it could be—either Matt or John—and you wouldn’t want to miss a call from either of them. A glance to Bernard, and you’re off to the other side of the warehouse to answer the call with a clawed finger.

“Hey Elise.” It’s John, who sounds pretty tired. “I’m sorry I didn’t text you last night, but I got injured on the job and they had to put me in the hospital.”

“What happened?” You use your genuine concern to make your tone sound concerned.

“I tried to fight a mutant, and it went about as well as you’d expect.” He tells you. “I think I got a few good hits in though.” The last part is joking, as John tries to play off the fight. “I should be home on Monday, but they’re allowing visitors if I want them.”

>”Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow!”
>”No, it’s okay. We’ll see each other when you’re out.”
>write-in

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>>4407009

aaaaaaaaaahhhhh forrrgooootttt tooo formaaaattttttttttt
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>>4407009
>”Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow!”
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>>4407021

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>>4407009
>"Yeah I'll see you tomorrow!"
>"Which mutant hurt you? I'll find them and make them pay! "

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>fail to notice textual redundancies
>tfw you realize you might still be loopy

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Also quick heads up that I'm going to have to end the session for tonight.

Take this speshul drawing in the meantime...

Emphasis on speshul...
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>>4407123
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>>4407009
>Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow!”

>>4407123
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“Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow!” Your schedule’s free tomorrow, and you think John must be lonely in the hospital where he is. “By the way, which mutant hurt you? I’ll find them and make them pay!”

“Umm…” John takes a moment to think up an answer, and you imagine that he’s trying to find a way to make his situation sound less grievous than it had been. That, or he’s trying to watch his mouth, since there are probably other agents from FutureLabs in his vicinity. “It was a very strong mutant— I think you’d have a hard time fighting off a mutant like that.” He tells you. “But in all seriousness, Elise, fighting against a mutant is no joke.”

From John’s perspective, you think that fighting you must’ve been a near-death experience for him.

“You home with Matt right now?” John asks, changing the subject, and you give him an affirmative noise as an answer. “Make sure to tell him I’m fine. I tried to call him before, but he didn’t answer me.”

“I will.” You’ll tell Matt when he’s awake.

“Good.” He says. “I’ll send you the address for the hospital when I hang up.” You’d almost forgotten to ask John about that.

“Oh, and Elise—“ John seems to remember something else. “You guys can order in tonight if you don’t feel like cooking.”

“Oooh.” Easy dinner for your fugitives.

“You know where my credit card is, right?” If Matt still has it and uses it as he pleases, that’s neither here nor there, though you answer yes regardless.

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow, Elise.”

“Yeah— see you!” With that, John hangs up, and you’re heading back to your newly-built loft. Julia’s swinging her legs over the edge, while Bernard and Valjean are blatantly ignoring each other. Though, Bernard perks up upon seeing you.

“Was that stickface?” Is the first question you’re hit with upon landing.

“No.” You shake your head. “It wasn’t.”

“Ah, so it was—“ Bernard has the sense to stop himself. “So what’s the deal with that?”

“I’ll tell you later.” No John-business in front of Pharos.

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“What does everybody need to be so secretive about?” Valjean grouses. “We all know each other’s names.”
“Not our last names.” That’s Bernard’s response. “And we’re not terrorists, so we kind of need those.”

“Well, you’re technically property of FutureLabs, as stated by the Mutant Terror Act.” He forgets to mention that he’s also property of said mega-corporation.

“Mutant Terror Act, Schmutant Terror Act— if you believe the bull you’re spewin,’ then you really must be frigged in the head.” At that, Valjean looks like he wants to burst a vein, but, after a few deep, breaths, he pretends as if he didn’t hear that.

Sitting here with Valjean up here is getting kind of awkward, and, now that the loft is done, all that’s left to do is bring the stuff up. Maybe you can spice it up a little bit or even add more parts to it, but you don’t really feel like building anymore today.

>What do you do now?
>Text Matt, see if he’s awake
>Try making conversation with Julia
>Attempt conversation with your more recalcitrant fugitive
>write-in

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>>4408225
>Attempt conversation with your more recalcitrant fugitive

wtf you gonna do now bro, keep being a dbag while we shelter you and get you food and do everything we can to keep you from getting dissected on a futurelabs operating table?
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>>4408225
>Try making conversation with Julia
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>>4408225
>Try making conversation with Julia
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>>4408225
>Attempt conversation with your more recalcitrant fugitive.
When's the last time he spoke with someone who was immune to his ability?
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Gonna have to cut short again coz Internet keeps cutting out and I have some stuff to do in the morning.

>tfw you wanna get more plot rolling but weather
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>>4408523
Hope you get better rain protection bro
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>>4408523

AW rats my IP changed...

I don’t know how I should feel about this.
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“So I’m just curious— what are you going to do now? Keep being a douchebag while we shelter you from FutureLabs and make sure you don't get dissected on a table?” Feeling brazen, you decide to make conversation with the former Crux leader.

“Ha ha ha… very funny.” Valjean is not amused. “You guys are going to keep holding that over my head as long as I’m here, aren’t you?”

“No.” You shake your head. “But would it really kill you to be nice to us?”
Valjean doesn’t answer, completely silent where he is. Eventually, he asks, instead of answering your question, “Is it really that bad in FutureLabs?”

“We wouldn’t be working so hard to stop them if it wasn’t.” You immediately return. “And shouldn’t you know this by now if you were going out as Sopor? Didn’t you interrogate any of the agents you put to sleep?” You wonder if Valjean’s power had given him any advantage as an interrogator.

“I did.” He tells you. “And it was the all the same stuff your brother told me last night— experiments, tables, and the dead body disposal room. He forgot to mention the prison though.” The last part is added as an afterthought.“Dead body disposal room?!” Bernard sounds shocked. “I don’t remember seein’ that when we went there. Where was th𝘢t?”

“Dunno.” You shrug. “Guess we missed it.” For all that you’ve gotten used to seeing, you’d rather not know how FutureLabs disposes of its dead bodies, and you really hope you never find out.

“Wait a second. If you already know what’s goin’ on in there, then why are you askin’ if FutureLabs is as horrible as we’re sayin’ it is?” Green eyes stare down Valjean. “You know denial’s a river in Egypt, right?”

“I’m not in denial.” Valjean says vehemently, brow furrowing deeply. ”Every time I think about it, my blood absolutely boils.”

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“Hey, while we’re on the topic of FutureLabs, what’s Julia’s deal?” Bernard inquires. Julia, who’d been silent the whole time, perks up at the mention of her name.

“Has no memory about her past, but has retained her intelligence.” Valjean is immensely blunt. “She managed to finish a three-hundred page novel in a couple of hours, and, when I asked her about it, she was able to give me the basic summary of what it was about.”

“Really?” You thought she’d just lost interest.

“Yes really.” Valjean tells you. “But that’s about it.”

>”What if you tried to use your power on her again?" See if Valjean's willing to use his power on her.
>"Does she look like anyone you know?" Maybe Valjean recognizes her from the Crux.
>Ask Julia if she remembers anything before her “room.”
>write-in

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>>4409430
>"Does she look like anyone you know?" Maybe Valjean recognizes her from the Crux.
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>>4409430
>"Does she look like anyone you know?" Maybe Valjean recognizes her from the Crux.

He'd have to, right? She's got high tier powers, and we know she was former Crux. Put those together and she'd be upper echelon.
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>>4409483
I'm curious whether they knew each other before the mutations.
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>>4409430
>”What if you tried to use your power on her again?" See if Valjean's willing to use his power on her.
>"Does she look like anyone you know?" Maybe Valjean recognizes her from the Crux.
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>>"Does she look like anyone you know?" Maybe Valjean recognizes her from the Crux.
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>>4408526
Like this IP
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“Does she look like anyone you know?” You ask Valjean, because, if Julia was from the Crux, then of course he had to know her. “From the Crux, I mean.”

“If we had Julia’s kind of power in the Crux, do you think we would’ve lost?” Apparently not. “This Julia could’ve taken on the whole police force and won.”

“You said ‘this Julia.”’ You hadn’t missed Valjean’s words. “Was there another Julia you knew before the Crux?”

Valjean stays quiet, likely mentally arguing with himself on whether or not he should divulge what could be important information. Even she doesn’t remember her past, you can at least reunite Julia with her family members if she happens to have any left.

“Come on. Spill the beans already!” Bernard fidgets impatiently where he sits.

“Maybe if you stop pestering me I will.” Valjean bites back. Just when you thought you went a step forwards with his attitude, he goes several steps back.

“We’re not trying to pry into your personal life.” You tell Valjean. “Just tell us about the other Julia.”

“…Fine.” Finally seeing the futility in arguing against both you and Bernard, Valjean has no choice but to relent. “I knew another mutant Julia, but she had red hair and a different power. She was one of the first members of the Crux, along with FastBall and Bernard.”

“What was her codename?” That’s the more important information.

“Jewel, and her power had been glass control.” She had been one of the nicer mutants you’d known during your time in the Crux, enough that you’d talked with her quite often. You’d almost forgotten about her, since it had been so long since she’d been captured. However, you had always wondered what happened to her.

“I don’t remember what she really looked like cause she was always wearing a hood, but she definitely didn’t have white hair.” Though she was particularly good at hiding her face, Jewel was unable to hide her very distinctive red hair.

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“Yeah, I remember her too. She was with the Crux long before I was there, wasn’t she— back when all of your time was spent sittin’ at a table and talkin’ about dumb ideologies.” So that’s what they did before they had Bernard.

“Shut up, Bernard.” Valjean seethes, though his eyes are transfixed on Julia for some reason. “Julia.” He starts, and blue eyes snap up to meet gray. “I’m going to say some names. Tell me if any of them sound remotely familiar:” Valjean pauses as he takes a breath. “Pharos. Jewel. Blink. FastBall. Nina. Victor.” Julia just looks confused at his words. “If she were Jewel, then she’d be responding to these names.”

“So maybe FutureLabs fried her brain into nonexistence, and that’s why she can’t remember squat.” You had been thinking the same thing, and, although the one with the answers to that is still sound asleep, there’s still something you could try right here and now.

“What if you tried to use your power on Julia again like you did before?” You suggest to Valjean. “If you could open up her mind before, you could probably do it again.”

“It’s going to kick back on us if I don’t do it right…” He grumbles, obviously hesitant to the idea.

“If you want to start helping mutants again, then this is a good starting point.” You attempt to appeal to Valjean’s love of mutant-kind; if he refuses, you’ll just have to think of something else with Matt.

“Julia,” Valjean starts again. It 𝘢ctu𝘢lly worked? You kind of want to pat yourself on the back right now, but you withhold that urge for now. “I’m going to try to do something to help you. It might hurt you a little, but, whatever you do, don’t try to fight it.” He explains everything slowly to her, without any of the usual bite that had laced his voice before.

“Like what you did on the roof?” Well cr𝘢p. You didn’t expect her to remember that. “That hurt. Badly.”

“Yes, Julia. It hurt for me too, but I promise I’ll be very gentle this time so that doesn’t happen.” He’s explaining this to her as if he’s talking to a little kid, though she still looks reluctant.

With Julia unrelenting, you think it’s only a matter of time before Valjean decides to either force his power on her or give up. However, you’re proven wrong, as he seems to have another solution for the crystalline mutant, and it was one you weren’t expecting at all.

“Will you do it if I say please?” He doesn't sound happy at the prospect of saying the magic word again, but Julia’s face positively lights up.

And just like that, she’s about to put herself on the tail end of Valjean’s power.

“You should probably lay down for this one, Julia. Make yourself as comfortable as possible.” Valjean tells her, and Julia lies herself on the hardwood floor.

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>>4409923

>Roll d100 (Bo3)

Last reply of the day btw! I need to get up early for IRL business tomorrow, so see you next session!
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Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>4409925
Let's go
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Rolled 55 (1d100)

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Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>4409925
Uhhhhh good luck, Pharos
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"Weird, I'm getting the memories of some black dude named Jamal from 1990's Brooklyn. What did they do to her?"
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Sorry kings. Can't run tonight.

Meant to start running in the afternoon, but I kind of blacked out and am still feeling tired from that incident.
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>>4411366
OOF hope you’re better now, man
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>>4411366
Bro the curse isn't supposed to be this bad

I hope you feel better soon
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>>4411438

Thanks king!

>>4411452

I guess when it rains, it pours. :^(
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As Valjean begins to hum, you watch Julia’s body tense like a coiled spring, but, gradually, she begins to relax.

You don’t know the specifics of Valjean’s power, but you think he must be taking extra care not to hurt Julia like he did last time. That, and there’s also the fact that he’ll end up hurt if he’s booted out of her mind.

Slowly, he begins to relax too, and you and Bernard sit back as you wait for something to happen. It’s when Julia’s face begins to twist you think that she’s about to reach her pain threshold. Valjean, on the other hand, doesn’t look pained at all.
“Stop— Stop!” Julia shouts, jolting upwards. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

Immediately, Valjean stops, lifting a brow at the white-haired mutant. “I wasn’t hurting you at all.”

“No. No.” She says. “It wasn’t you. It—It was the things I was seeing.”

“You mean your memories.” He clarifies for her. “That’s what we’re trying to find for you. Mind telling me what you saw that you needed me to stop?”

“They were giving me needles, and— and it was really painful. Every part of my body just really hurt.” You and Bernard exchange a glance, knowing already what her words entail.

“Did you see anything else?” Valjean asks, looking at her with renewed intensity.

“I think…” Julia’s eyes are fixated on the floor. “…I think there were others with me.”

“How many?” The next question’s fired off quickly.

“Two. Maybe three or four.” Julia tells him.

“Okay. What about anything else— anything else besides the needles? Any names, people, or places?” The former Crux leader is prying for other information.

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“Maybe…” It takes a moment for her to answer; Julia has a hand to her head. “Can we just stop for now?”

“Well, what is it?” Valjean is more insistent.

“I don’t know!” Julia’s tone is a cross between frantic and angry. “Do I really need to know what they are if they make me hurt like this?”Seeing that Julia is on the verge of a mental breakdown— a mental breakdown that could ultimately lead to a power breakdown— Valjean doesn’t push his luck by saying anything else, but he looks completely frustrated by the whole endeavor that really hadn’t given you more than what you already knew.

“…It’s not the end of the world if you don’t remember anything.” Valjean says, his bedside manner as good as a rat’s. “Maybe it’s better if you don’t know.”

Julia doesn’t look like she completely agrees with that, though she doesn’t say anything to object. She’s silent now, staring at one of her hands for whatever reason, but she doesn’t look like she’s on the verge of tears anymore.

However, you think she’s finally grasping the reality of her situation. Should you say something to her to make her feel better? Then again, maybe it’s best if you leave it be for now.

>Yeah. Tell her you’re trying to stop the people that did this to her, etc.
>Nah. Valjean did the comforting job for you.
>write-in

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>Yeah. Tell her you’re trying to stop the people that did this to her, etc.
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>>4412562
>Yeah. Tell her you’re trying to stop the people that did this to her, etc.
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>>4412562
>Yeah. Tell her you’re trying to stop the people that did this to her, etc.
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>>4412625

“Julia, you didn’t do anything wrong, and you don’t deserve what’s happened to you.” Whether or not she is Jewel or a different mutant altogether, Julia is still another mutant who’s in need of comfort.

“They took my memories, didn’t they? The men with the needles.” She says, and the fact that Julia had come to that conclusion herself suggests that they hadn’t completely taken everything from her. “Is that why you took me here?”

“Yes.” You nod. “We’re trying to stop the man who’s in charge of them, so he can’t hurt other mutants like he did to you.”

She hardens her hand until her arm is encased in a million jagged points, looking at that one hand like it could hold all the answers to her problems. “…the man who’s in charge…” She repeats lowly, and it’s in that moment that your phone buzzes with a text that you come to find is from Matt. You think it’s only been five hours— maybe five-and-a-half— since he went back home to sleep, but you can’t really argue with him if he wants to come back to the warehouse.

“Matt’s up.” You tell Bernard. “Wanna get him so he can see the loft?”

“Yeah.” The dour mood that had overcome the loft is easily forgotten with yours and Bernard’s excitement, and off the teleporter goes in a flash of green.

When he reappears with Matt, Matt nearly throws the pair of crutches he’s carrying onto Valjean, which had been used by both your brother and yourself on two separate occasions. “Look. You’re mobile again.” He deadpans. “Happy Birthday.”

The first thing Valjean does with his new gift is take a swipe at Matt, but he deftly backs out of his reach. “You know a ‘thanks’ would’ve sufficed.”

"...Thanks. But next time don't throw them."

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>>4412857

Matt takes a look around on where he is, and you can tell by the look on his face that he is quite impressed with the loft, enough that he darts across it to leap over the rails behind you and inspect the spacious first part you built. “When Bernard said you built a loft, I thought you meant one of those shitty things from Picterest, but this is really well-done.”

It might be a compliment from your brother, but his words have you grinning like an idiot.

“Hey guys, what’s for dinner tonight?” Bernard asks, popping right next to you and Matt. “I’m kinda hungry after all of that work we did.”

“You get the text?” You ask Mat lowly.

“Mhmm.” Matt affirms. “I was thinking we’ll all eat pizza tonight, but what about you Ellie?”

“I’m not that hungry, but I’ll just eat that chicken we have or something.” You tell him, and, as soon as the word chicken falls from your mouth, you already feel the drool forming. Heck, maybe you are hungry and have failed to realize it; you might just for a real meal right after you finish off the chicken.

“By the way, who’s gonna watch Julia and Pharos tonight?” Bernard addresses something the three of you had largely forgotten. “I was thinkin’ we all take turns, but, if either of you has a better idea than that, I’m all ears.”

>Who watches over the fugitives tonight?
>You
>Matt (again)
>Bernard
>None of you. Just tell Julia not to let Pharos down from the loft no matter what.
>write-in
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>>4412869
>You

Julia is too much of a sucker for random requests to be trusted.

Maybe Val stumbled onto one of her triggers?

Test it, ask her to if she minds barking like a dog.

NOT IN FRONT OF PHAROS THOUGH
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>You
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Just realized how late it is, so I'm gonna come back to count the votes tomorrow. See you next time!

Also even though I'm still trying to interpret this, it's a 10/10 thread hijack.
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>>You
After we glut ourselves on fish
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>>4394919
Isn't that just the plot of the webcomic monster pulse
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>>4413691

Never read it senpai.
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>>4413696

Monster Pulse sounds more like a rip-off of Parasyte with the whole body part schtick to me.
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“I guess I’ll volunteer for tonight, cause Matt watched them last night.” You suppose you’ll have to take turns until you can come up with a more surefire solution for watching your mutant fugitives— one that doesn’t involve making yourself dead-tired.

“Alright.” Matt nods. “So… pick up or delivery?” It takes you a few seconds to get the joke, and you give Matt a light elbow to retaliate.

“Who’d deliver to this warehouse anyhow?” Bernard asks both of you, not seeming to realize that Matt was being serious. “Outside’s a total dump if I’m being honest.”

“It’s free real-estate, B. Just roll with it.”

“We should take Julia out so she can see some Konigsburg— get her used to being in the city again and stuff like that.” That, and there was something else you wanted to test while out of Valjean’s observant gaze.

“Yeah. I think I can do that. Plus I know a really good pizzeria somewhere by the café where the jerk used to work.” Bernard’s penchant for finding the best food has yet to fail you.

“Knowing you, it’s probably going to tab up to like two-hundred or something.” There’s also the fact that the blonde’s taste in food happens to be super-expensive.

“Well not this time, stickface, cause this place gives really gives you the best bang for your buck— I ate like a king for five dollars last time I was there.”“I guess we’ll take your word for it then.” Matt seems to believe him.

“So what are we waitin’ for? Let’s grab Julia and go!” Bernard’s ready to get moving, and, after giving Julia a talk on what not to do in public, you’re off, but not to the pizza first.

“I thought we were going to get food.” Julia says.“We were, but first I wanted to see something here.” First thing’s first… “Julia.” You start, saying her name in the same way Clyde had done. “I want you to bark like a dog.”

“Why would I do that?” She doesn’t look amused.

“Jog in place then.” You give her a different command.

“No.” Julia immediately refuses. “Why do you keep trying to make me do stupid things?”

“We’re just making sure that your mind is okay.” Her frustration gives way to perturbation. “Don’t worry, Julia. Your brain’s fine.” The crystalline mutant relaxes considerably at that. Now to get that chicken…

>(1/2)
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>>4414433
if she minds! the phrasing is very important!

or not, I know you wouldn't jew me like that OP
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>>4414433
>“Alright.” Matt nods. “So… pick up or delivery?” It takes you a few seconds to get the joke, and you give Matt a light elbow to retaliate.
I don't get it
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>>4414465

Delivery... to the warehouse.

OP might've been sleepy when I wrote this.
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>>4414468
I didn't get the joke, english is not my first language sorry
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>>4414471
It's not all you, you can get it delivered to a street corner or some nearby address if you don't have a good address or want to withhold it.
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>>4414484
but what's the joke ? that's what i wanna know dude
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>>4414494

The joke was that Matt was asking if they wanted it delivered to the warehouse.

It's okay, anon. you're not the retard. The real retard is the guy that started the thread.
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>>4414503

I've been told I have a very dry sense of humor.
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>>4414494
The joke is getting pizza delivered to the warehouse, which we cannot do because we don't want to give the address out and it introduces a chance for the pizza guy to see our two mutie fugitives, and wonder why the hell he's delivering pizza to what should be an empty warehouse.
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>>4414503
Okay, I was frying my neurons trying to understand the meaning behind it.
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Excitement fills you just thinking about it, which is why you make a beeline for the fridge. You faintly remember that a very impressionable, amnesiac mutant is probably watching from across the hall right when you’re biting into it, but, as soon as the first morsel of flesh hits your tongue, it’s all over.

One of your last cognizant thoughts before you completely lose yourself to the taste of meat is that you probably were hungrier than you thought you were, and the chicken carcass is gone in a mater of minutes. However, it’s not enough— you want more meat, more flesh. MoRE!

The rampaging thoughts are so numbingly loud that you don’t even realize when there’s a hand against your shoulder, and suddenly you’re in freefall, the crashing of your body against ocean waves wholly unexpected.

But, now that you’re in the open water, you feel the presence of fish all around you, and it’s not until you’ve fed to your heart’s content that you’re able to come back to your senses. You think that if Julia saw you, then you probably just scarred her for life or something. Hopefully, Bernard came up with a good excuse for that.

Making your way back to your deserted beach, it’s not surprising to find that the blonde is waiting for you on the rocks. There’s no doubt he had been the one to catch you and teleport you to the water.

“Hey Ellie.” Bernard says, cocking a playful grin. “Have a nice swim?” At the joke, you have the decency to blush, and you find yourself laughing at his joke.

However, you can't help but wonder how much time has passed since you were dropped off.

>What do you say to him?
>”So… I guess I was hungry again. Thanks for dropping me off.”
>”You weren't waiting for me that long, were you?”
>write-in

>(2/2)
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>>4414484

Plz excuse OP's lack of awareness on this topic. Most of my life has been spent in bumfuckville, where amenities such as street corners are non-existent.
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>>4414511
>”You weren't waiting for me that long, were you?”

>>4414519
No problem OP. The big problem is you never watching DBZ. Goddamn zoomers.
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>>4414511
>”You weren't waiting for me that long, were you?”
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>>4414511
>”So… I guess I was hungry again. Thanks for dropping me off.”
>”You weren't waiting for me that long, were you?”
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>>4414536
>>4414576
>>4414717

“You weren’t waiting for me that long, were you?” You ask after hopping up onto the rock next to his. Water’s still dripping from your hair and clothes, and the first thing you do once you’re on a solid surface is wring the water from your hair.“Nah. Not that long, fish-face. Besides, it’s kinda nice out here when it’s quiet.” Bernard’s right. It really is nice to listen to the sound of the ocean waves.

“By the way, did Julia see me acting weird?” You want to know if you freaked her out, because your eating isn’t typically the most pleasant sight for those who aren’t used to it.

“Yeah, but I told her you were just hungry.” It seems like Bernard was able to convince her that all was fine and dandy, so you cross that off your list of worries. “Too bad I didn’t have my phone with me to take pictures.”

“Did I really look that bad this time?”

“No, not at all! It’s just you’re… you know?” He rubs the back of his head, green eyes not quite meeting yours. “You’re honestly really funny— not in a bad way of course.” For some reason, he looks a little anxious.

“So I guess I really was hungry this time.” You think that must be true by the way he’s acting. “Thanks for dropping me off, Bernard.”

"It was no big deal." Bernard says, putting his hand on your shoulder yet again. “But let’s get back to Julia and jerk-for-brains now!”

The warehouse is dead-silent when you get back, which makes you suspect that both Julia and Valjean are fast asleep; though, you can’t be entirely certain. Jumping up onto the loft, you find Matt sitting against the inner set of rails, looking like he wants to pass out.

“I’m buying myself a knife for this.” The words tumble out of his mouth.

“You gonna make it, Matt?” You ask in jest, but he still looks like he got hit by a bus.

“If I get more than six hours of sleep tonight maybe. Missed a good pizza party by the way— I don’t think I’ve seen anyone pack it in more than Valjean.” Matt tells you with a trollish smirk. “He gave Julia a run for her money, and Bernard and I were taking bets on who would stop first.”

“Well who won?” You ask, because this is very important information.

“Valjean. B had his money on Julia.” The smugness from your brother is palpable.

“But she’s a power-type mutants. Why shouldn’t she have won?” Bernard is still bemoaning his loss.

“Never underestimate the ability of a full-grown man to fit ten tons of food in his stomach.” Matt says sagely, and you know for a fact that when John wants to he could eat the whole fridge and then some.

>(1/?)
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>>4414766

“Can I go home now? I want my beauty rest, and, the longer I lay here, the stiffer my back gets.”

“Hey— since when did you become such a princess?!” Bernard’s surprised at the amount of complaining he’s doing.

“Since I stayed up for thirty-two hours straight.” Matt quips back.

“Touché, mio fratello.”

“It’s ‘mon frére.’” Matt corrects reflexively.

“I still like ‘fratello’ though. Easier on the tongue.”

“K den.” It seems that Matt is too tired to care about anything else. “Now kindly take me home.”

Once they’re gone, it comes to your attention that they’d forgotten to leave you a sleeping bag. You really shouldn’t be sleeping (even though Julia and Valjean are both asleep; you looked for yourself), cause you still don’t really trust Valjean, and, even though Julia proved herself to be not completely brainwashed, you still don’t want to leave her around the Crux leader unattended.

You still have John to visit, and you wonder how you’re going to be cognizant for him if you plan to be awake all night.
You think an hour--maybe two— passes before all of that food you ate is weighing down on you like a ton of bricks. Your limbs feel leaden, and your eyes are drooping of their own accord. Stubbornly, you try to keep your eyes open by focusing on a point on the wall, but it stops working after a while.

It’s when you’re right on the verge of falling asleep that the familiar light of a teleport rouses you from your near-slumber. “Hey fish. I forgot to bring you this.” Bernard’s back with a sleeping bag.

You unfold it but don’t even bother to slip inside, because you’re too tired to do so. “…thanks.” You murmur, exhaustion prominent in your voice.

“Ellie, don’t tell me you’re fallin’ asleep on the job?” “I am.” You don’t deny it, because your brain-to-mouth filter is gone like Matt’s, and you snuggle deeper into the sleeping bag, though you shift back to your normal form so your fins don’t cut it up.

“Well…” Bernard doesn’t seem to have a good solution to keep you from falling asleep; you can’t drink coffee, and he can’t make noise, lest he wake up Valjean and Julia. “Want me to stay and keep watch with you?” It takes him a few seconds to ask you the question.

“I’d like that.” That’s all it takes for him to plop down on the end of your sleeping bag.

“Good. We can take turns then.” He says, and the blonde props his back against the back rails so he’s comfortable.

“Sounds good…” Your words are becoming slower with each passing second. “Wake me up in like an hour.” You tell him.

>(2/?)

Imma thread block tonight. Just realized what time it is.

Expect moar bad puns and jokes tomorrow. See you lads!
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>>4414805
see you soon bro
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slight delay. OP has some stuff to take care of before posting. I have most of it written though, so yeet!
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You don’t know when you fell asleep, but something poking you in the side rouses you from your slumber. “Hey Ellie. Rise and shine.”

“Whad—What time is it?” You blearily ask the owner of the voice, and, blinking open your eyes, you come to find it’s Matt, who’d been standing directly over you.

“Nine forty-five. You fell asleep on guard duty.” He tells you.

“But Bernard said he’d wake me up in an hour.” You want nothing more than to curl into your sleeping bag and never get up. “Where’d he go anyways?” You ask, looking around for the teleporter who’s no longer there. “And where’s everyone else?”

“On the ground. Now wake up, Ellie, so I can get down from here.” Your eyes slide close, and he pokes you with his foot again, this time harder. “Wake up before I start doing pull-ups on the rafters.”

“If you do…” Your eyes snap open, but you’re to tired to come up with a threat; even though he’s in no real danger with you and Bernard around, you still don’t want Matt doing that when you’re half asleep, because you don’t want to have to explain to John why and how he broke his legs.

“Too late!“ Matt crows, and then he’s up and over the guard rails. “I— am— swole— and— you— are— slow—“ His reps are cut off by you grabbing him by the arms and hefting him over your shoulders.

While you’re busy swinging your brother around like a ragdoll, you’re able to catch a good view of your fugitives: Valjean is back to that textbook— why he’d want it is still beyond you— while Julia’s busying herself by making small trinkets with her crystals. You suspect that the extent of that part of her ability is quite small, otherwise she would’ve been able to imprison you in crystal during both times you fought her.

“OW my stupid burn!” Matt’s now wriggling around to get free. “You’re aggravating my waist Ellie.”

“Ack—I totally forgot about that!” You immediately set him down.

“It’s fine. Still hurts like a bitch though.” He grumbles.
“What time do you want to go see John?” You ask lowly.

“Any time is fine, but visitor hours close at five-thirty or something. I looked while you were sleeping.” That’s plenty of time for you two to wait until Bernard wakes up, so you pass the spare time you have by looking at the additional construction supplies you have and discussing plans for them with Matt such as expanding your loft or fortifying the entryways in case some random squatters decide this is a good place to squat.

In the meantime, the former Crux leader is acting considerably less prickly today, which you count as a good thing (though you still don’t trust him).

>(3/?)
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>>4415866

“Hey Ellie, I found a pipe in here.” Matt says, and, situated in the corner is a small pipe-drain system. Even though you’re not a plumber, you definitely see the potential in that. With a little trial-and-error, you could probably fix something up— you’re feeling rather confident with yourself after your success with the loft.

Once Bernard wakes up, he seems to have his usual energy, though you feel pretty bad for letting him take over your guarding shift like that.

Knowing him, he probably did it on purpose; because, if there’s one thing that Bernard is, it’s nice. Extremely so, and you’d totally expect him to do something like that. Mentally, you resolve to do something nice for him when you get the chance— and you will, because what kind of friend would you be if you didn’t?

For now, you need to get home so you can shower and change into something that doesn’t smell like seawater.

When you’re clean and dressed in something that you haven’t been wearing for the past two days, you feel quite good about yourself, and, as you steal a glance in Matt’s room, you notice that the only source of light is coming from a laptop that’s situation on his desk, and attached to the computer is a code. It looks like one Matt’s old laptops, and, if you had to fancy a guess, you’d say that Eddie’s changed his base of operations to that computer.

It looks like he’s coding something, judging by the rapid blue text lines crawling across the screen.

You haven’t really said anything to him since you brought him back to your place, but maybe you should so you can see what’s up with him.

>What do you do?
>See what Eddie’s up to.
>Don’t bother for him for now.
>write-in

>(4/4)
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>>4415893
>See what Eddie’s up to.

Maybe we can have him set up an automated security system to watch Val real quick.
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>>4415893
>See what Eddie’s up to.
We need to talk a little with our brother former friend
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>>4415909

“Eddie.” You call to the computer. “What are you doing in there?”

“Coding.” Eddie says succinctly. “But call me Ermac instead. I don’t want you to call me my real name by mistake.” That would raise some awkward questions for when John returns.

“So can you get back to your body the same way you got out of it? How does that exactly work?” Your curious as to how Eddie did that.

“My physical body just needs to touch a device in order for me to retransfer my consciousness.” He explains. “How is John’s condition?”

“Haven’t visited him yet.” You tell Eddie. “We’re going to do it pretty soon.” It’s kind of hard to tell what he’s thinking when there’s no face to look at, but you suspect that Eddie is rather upset about John getting hospitalized.

“I wish you didn’t fight him.” Eddie says after a few seconds, for lack of anything else to say. “John was never meant to be put on the field, but at least he won’t have to see another gun for a while.” As much as you hate John being injured, you can’t help but think that’s a positive. “Elise.” Eddie says very seriously. “By any chance would you know what happened to Clyde Thomson?” You’re pretty sure you know which Clyde he’s talking about.

“He tried to kill us all with Julia’s kill code— me, John, Pharos, himself— so I punched him in the face.”

“That bastard.” He seethes. “I can never understand why Doctor Charles would even think of making me work with him.”

“Cause he’s a psychopath who gets a rise out of other people’s sufferings.” You don’t mince your words.

“Did Matt tell you he still has my brother?” Eddie inquires. “You might’ve known him by Conduit; but his real name is Ernst.”

Conduit is Eddie’s brother? Come to think of it, their powers are vaguely similar; just like Bernard and his sister have powers that revolve around the displacement of their bodies, Eddie and Ernst have powers that revolve around the mental interaction with things.

“I don’t know what you said to him, but he’s not taking it well. He’s been wasting away ever since you broke into the containment center.” Eddie continues. “Tell me what you did to him.”

“I showed him my memory of Pharos admitting his power to Matt, and I thought that we could use that to break him free from Pharos’ control that way, since that’s how Blink and I broke free.” Eddie is silent for a few seconds, obviously turning over this newfound information.

“So now my brother’s on a downward spiral because everything he’d been told was a lie.” It must be worse for Ernst, given that he was the Crux’s bomb-maker; if what Eddie says is really true, then you can’t imagine how Ernst must be feeling now that he’s aware of his actions. “But I’m going to make it up to him when we get him out of there.”
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>>4416103

>”What kind of plan did you have in mind?”
>”In case we have to deal with Clyde again in the future, you wouldn’t happen to know any of his weaknesses, would you?”
>”What about the other mutants in the prison? Have there been any that have been acting the same as your brother?”
>write-in

mmmmm... there might not be a GET on that last post, but just look at the timing on it...
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>>4416105

Last post for the night-- should be using my update twitter for stuff but have forgotten. Whoops. But see you next time!

also can you believe that Summer break's almost up? How many of you guys are doing online classes?
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>>4416105
funny thing is that the time here is 2hrs
>”What about the other mutants in the prison? Have there been any that have been acting the same as your brother?”
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>>4416105
>”What kind of plan did you have in mind?”
>”In case we have to deal with Clyde again in the future, you wouldn’t happen to know any of his weaknesses, would you?”
>”What about the other mutants in the prison? Have there been any that have been acting the same as your brother?”
All of them
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>>4416105
>”What about the other mutants in the prison? Have there been any that have been acting the same as your brother?”
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>>4416121
>>4416288
>>4416840

Remembering what you had done no less than two weeks ago, there’s still the fact that Conduit— Ernst, you remind yourself— was supposed to tell as many mutants as he could reach about Pharos’ power with your memory. Did he ever do that?

”What about the other mutants in the prison? Have there been any that have been acting the same as your brother?” You want to know if your plan worked at all.

“I wouldn’t be the one to ask.” Eddie tells you, much to your disappointment. “Direct handling of the mutants is left to the researchers, technicians, and Level E Personnel, and I don’t go to the containment center for any other reason but to visit my brother. I’m guessing you tried to use him to tell the other subjects about Pharos’ power with your memory.”

“We did.” You say, and then it becomes quiet, awkwardly so. It sounds like Eddie expected you to do something like that; well, Matt did say he was freakishly smart, so it’s not too far-fetched for Eddie to be able to deduce that quickly. Fre𝘢king geniuses.

“Is there something else you wanted?” The electronic voice breaks the silence. Nothing really comes to mind, except when your thoughts stray to later tonight when one of you three has to look after your fugitives again. That’s when you have an idea.

“Yeah. I was wondering if there was a way for you to make some sort of security system for Pharos and Julia— something we can use to keep track of them so we know if they try to escape.” Maybe you’re not as dumb as you thought you were.

“That would actually be simple. I could have it done by tomorrow ” Eddie says, and you would almost feel like jumping for joy if you wouldn’t shoot yourself through the ceiling on accident. “You’ll need to buy an Internet-ready camera for me to connect to, and then you can hide in back in the warehouse. I assume you’re still keeping them in the same place as you were before?” You nod to affirm. “Consider this my thanks for punching Clyde.”

You really don’t know how you can sustain your guard-duty plan on a long-term basis if said plan leaves at least one of you dead on their feet at all times.

“I’m going to begin the code then.” It seems like Eddie doesn’t feel like talking anymore. “I’d tell you to give John my regards, but that would be weird.” Eddie says. “One of these days, I’m going to get him a girlfriend, cause he really deserves one for everything FutureLabs has been putting him through. Then I want to go out for drinks like we used to.”

>be intellectual
>start getting ads for hot intellectual singles in my area
>dafuq.jpg

>be John
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>>4417710
>start getting ads for hot intellectual singles in my area
I thought this would be a joke, not the actual selection
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>>4417729

Fuck it is a joke. I forgot to put the >(1/?) sign whoopsies.
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>>4417730
Never change OP
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>>4417730

Maybe I should've clarified that in the post. I'd delete, but I hate deleting.
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>>4417710

“I should have stood up for him when he was proposed to be on the panel for the Level E Personnel. There was only a two-percent chance for my brother to be put at risk and a twenty-eight percent chance of success if I had stood up for him, and, even though it probably wouldn’t have amounted to anything, I should’ve—s̭h̠̫̙͙̜͔ou̯ld̳̼͓̭'̦͠v͖̞ę̦̻—“ The screen glitches briefly. “Someone’s going to tell him what I did now that I’m gone, and it’s probably going to be Clyde.”

>”John will forgive you. Don’t worry about what’s already happened.”
>”If he asks, you can explain to him why you did what you did. I’m sure he won’t be upset at all.”>”Clyde’s a dick. Trust me when I say John won’t believe him.”
>write-in

>(2/2)

Umm... sorry for the delay folks. Had something I had to take care of real fast, and that fast turned into like a half-hour.
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>>4417800

>”John will forgive you. Don’t worry about what’s already happened.”
>”If he asks, you can explain to him why you did what you did. I’m sure he won’t be upset at all.”
>”Clyde’s a dick. Trust me when I say John won’t believe him.”
>write-in

reposting selection cause it flubbed up above.
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>>4417802
>”Clyde’s a dick. Trust me when I say John won’t believe him.”
Now I wonder if Clyde will denounce John or if he’ll try to settle things by himself
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>>4417802
>”John will forgive you. Don’t worry about what’s already happened.”
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OP's eyes are crossing. I must sleep, kings. Take this photo of Elise being happy in the meantime.

Sorry for the slow updates. I have been kind of busy with IRL stuff piling up and will probably have to take a break when school starts, cause I really don't know how the work's going to be.
Any of you guys have experiences with taking hiatuses?

In any case, I will be back to count the votes tomorrow. See you guys!
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>>4417802
>”John will forgive you. Don’t worry about what’s already happened.”
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>>4417802

>”John will forgive you. Don’t worry about what’s already happened.”
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>>4418226
>>4418467

“Ermac.” You start, sensing the other mutant’s dismay. ”John will forgive you. Don’t worry about what’s already happened.” At that, there’s still some glitching on the screen, so you know he’s listening.

And John has known Eddie far longer than he’s known Clyde, so there’s no chance that he won’t take Eddie’s word over Clyde’s. As you stare at the blue of the computer screen, you can’t help but wonder how the Australian even made it into John’s sphere of acquaintances, nor do you think you’ll ever understand.

Though Eddie seems placated by your words, there’s not much to say after that. After waving your goodbyes to Eddie, you meet up with Bernard so you can go to the Vitello Hospital.

As one of the larger medical care centers in Konigsburg, it’s quality of care rivals some of the more prominent hospitals such as Johns Hopkins and Mayo Clinic, which is why it takes a while to find John’s hospital wing, but you and Matt eventually make it to his floor without any issues.

“Hey guys.” John is sitting up in his hospital bed when you see him.

“What happened?” Matt asks, a look of concern on his face. “And shouldn’t we be asking you that question?”

“I got beaten up by a mutant while on an a work assignment.” John tells Matt the same thing he told you. “No. I mean what happened to you?” Matt wants to skip past the story of how you beat him up.

“Well,” John says. “I managed to break a couple of ribs, and I had to get some stitches on my head.” He lifts up his hairline to show you some stitches. You think that must’ve been from the helmet you broke. “They would’ve sent me home today, but the doctors want to keep me under observation for one more day, because some sewer water came into contact with the area. The only thing worse than a broken bone would be something like cholera or hepatitis.”

“Ouch.” Is the only word that comes out of Matt’s mouth.

“How long is it going to take you to get better?” You ask.

“I guess as long as it takes for the good doctor to heal me.” He says, and, knowing the typical time for broken bones, that could be anywhere from six to eight weeks. When he speaks once more, his face becomes serious. “I’m actually very fortunate to be here right now.” Just as quickly as it came, the dour expression is gone. “But I’m glad you guys are here. It was getting kind of boring sitting around on my lonesome.”

“Yeah…” Matt mutters. “They’re not going to send you back in a week, are they?”

“No. I’ll be recovering at home mostly.” That’s a relief. “But I know one person at my work who’s still working with a broken arm, so you never know if they’ll pull me back in.”

Nearly in sync, you and Matt are giving him matching glares. “Kidding— I’m kidding guys-- they’re not taking me back any time soon…at least I’m pretty sure they won’t.”

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>>4418994
we could always break your leg too, just to make sure
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>>4419004

Heh I'm dying of laughter. I might just add that for lulz
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>>4418994
>>4419004

“We could always break your leg, just to make sure.” Then you can start a secret club of people whose legs you and Matt broke. John laughs at that, even though the look on Matt’s face is one of actual consideration.

“By the way, Bernard says ‘hi.’” You say, changing the topic. “He couldn’t come today cause he had some things to do.”

“That’s a shame. Tell him I said ‘hi’ back.” And it’s not too long after that you hear a set of footsteps making their way towards the room.
“Oi—who are these kids, and what are they doin’ in your room?” There’s a new, yet familiar voice coming from behind you, and you whip around to see the bandaged face of Clyde. “I come to see one of my best friends, only to find that he’s turned his room into a nursery.”

“Hello to you to, Clyde.” The relaxed look on John’s face is gone and is replaced with a neutral expression, but beneath it is an expression of someone who wants nothing more than to strangle the person before him. “Elise, Matt, this is Clyde, and he’s one of my coworkers.” John enunciates slowly and neutrally. “Clyde, these are my siblings.”

“Well good, cause I almost thought you became a dad overnight or somethin.’” Clyde eyes the two of you curiously. “Ya really sure these two aren’t yours, mate?”

“Positive. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to spend my time with them before visiting hours close.” Clyde’s having none of it, and he strides right into the room like he owns the place, plopping himself right on the chair.

>(2/?)

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>>4419030
another volunteer for the secret club
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>>4419030

“Please tell me you’re wearing something under that hospital gown.” John rubs a hand over the non-stitched side of his forehead.

“Eh, these kids have been in locker-rooms before, haven’t they?” The Australian plasters himself further into the chair. “And last time I heard, didn’t your sister have a boyfriend or somethin?’” He’s talking about you as if you’re not in the room.

“Are you sure you aren’t still concussed?”

“Not at all! I feel better than ever, ya fart-knocker!” Clyde exclaims, and then his eyes are back on you and Matt again. “Ya know, now that I think about it, the two of them look like twins. Kinda reminds me of another set of twins I know.”

“That’s in really poor taste, Clyde.” You see John’s hands clenching the blanket.

“What? Not like he’s dead.” Clyde says flippantly, and you realize that he was talking about Eddie and Ernst. “He’s sleepin’ right above your head right now, you shithead. The other one-- I dunno so much about him."

More than ever, you feel the urge to break all of the other parts of Clyde’s face that you failed to break the first time around. Though your fist clenches at your side, you spot the wheelchair at the other side of the room— a perfect way to get John away from Clyde.

>What do you do?
>”Hey John. Wanna go for a walk around the hospital?” Get your bro in the wheelchair and away from Clyde.
>Tell Clyde off. He’s being a blatant ass to John and generally rude.
>Stay put. Don’t let him smoke you out cause he’s being a dick.
>write-in

>(3/3)
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>>4419081
>"Hey John. Wanna go for a walk around the hospital?” Get your bro in the wheelchair and away from Clyde.
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>>4419081
>Tell Clyde off. He’s being a blatant ass to John and generally rude.

I wish you had gotten eaten by a kangaroo
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>>4419095
>>4419104

Flipping a coin in 10 if no other votes.
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Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>4419301

>1=wheelchair
>2=tell Clyde to fuck off
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>>4419322
Fuck me
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>>4419104
>>4419322
>>4419333

The urge to tell Clyde off is stronger than the urge to get John onto the wheelchair and far out of Clyde’s reach, which is why you find yourself glaring down at the sniper who’s still lounging in his chair like it’s a throne. “I’m not sure who you think you are and why you think you can get off on being an ass to my brother for no reason, but you need to screw off.”

As you speak, your instinct pulses lowly in your mind— not loud enough to overtake you but enough to fuel your anger towards the other man.

“What can ya do to make me?” Clyde’s smirking wickedly up at you, well aware that you can’t remove him from the room yourself without either getting charged for assault or, worse yet, exposing your greatest secret.

“If you don’t, I’ll call security for harassment of another patient and harassment of a minor.” You tell him, not afraid to go through with the threat. “I might not be a minor, but Matt is; and you’re making him really uncomfortable with what you’re doing here.” Emphasis is placed on the last part, and the you wait to see what Clyde will do.

Several long seconds pass, the tension thick in the room. From the corner of your eye, you can see Matt glaring daggers at Clyde, and John? You’re not sure what he’s thinking at all.

“Well fuck it. I just wanted a word with Johnny-boy here about somethin’ work-related. Can’t a guy catch a break?” With all of the reluctance he can muster, Clyde slinks off of the chair and rises to his feet, well aware that he’s lost. “Better control that mouth on that delinquent sister of yours, ya shithead. I’ll be back for you later.” That’s the last thing Clyde says before he’s out the door, all-but slamming it shut, and you don’t turn back to John and Matt until you can no longer hear his footsteps.

“Thank you for that, Elise.” John’s voice snaps you from your fixation on the door. “He was honestly getting on my nerves.” And you could tell. On any other day, John would probably have chided you for your language or to watch your manners or something like that, but the last reference to Eddie had probably been the straw that broke the camel’s back, which is why you think he’s grateful for you telling off Clyde.

“I couldn’t just let him talk to you like that.” You tell John earnestly, the instinct having faded for now.

“How did he even get hired at FutureLabs?” Matt asks, still reeling from what had happened not even two minutes before.

“Not sure, Matt. Not sure at all, but he’s actually one of the higher-ups if you can believe that.”

“I thought someone smart would get a position like that.”

“Then I’d be running FutureLabs if that were the case.” John chuckles at his own joke, and you find yourself smiling too.

Eventually, it’s time to leave, and, as sad as you are to leave John, you also know that he’s coming home tomorrow.

>(1/2)
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>>4419458

“John.” You say to get his attention again. “If we leave, Clyde isn’t going to come back and harass you, is he?”

“No.” John waves you off. “He just likes to push my buttons sometimes.” Again, John is lying, and you have a sinking feeling about what Clyde had wanted to talk about. With what John had done back in the sewers, you doubt it’s going to be anything good for him.

>What do you do?
>Stay. Stealthily position yourself somewhere and wait for Clyde to come back to listen and see what he wants with John.
>Leave. You don’t want to risk bringing more attention to yourself than you already have.
>write-in
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Last reply for the night btw! See you all next time!
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>>4419462
>Leave. You don’t want to risk bringing more attention to yourself than you already have.
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>>4419462
>>Stay. Stealthily position yourself somewhere and wait for Clyde to come back to listen and see what he wants with John.
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>>4419462
>Leave

Is Clydes last name Charles or something?
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slight delay cause op's computer flogged up.

Writing now.
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>>4419473
>>4419661

With the inevitability of Clyde’s return, you don’t feel too comfortable leaving John alone. However, you don’t want to risk bringing more attention to yourself than you already have, because that could be way too many levels of bad for you to handle. Even though telling Clyde off had been totally worth it, you now ruined any chance you had of knowing what the other man wanted with your brother.

You can only hope that John’s penchant for spilling work-related information is still as strong as ever when he returns on Monday.

“Are you sure you’ll be fine?” Matt’s voice pierces through your train of thought. “I’m not so sure that having that creep on the same floor as you is a good idea.”

“I’ll be fine, guys.” John waves you off. “By the way, I might not be home until late in the afternoon, because I still have some stuff to finish with the doctors here.” He tells you. “I also wanted to visit my friend from college before I went home; he ended up getting put in a coma last night, and I really didn’t get to see him before they took us to the hospital.” Brown eyes have grown sad again. “Did you know that they cleared a whole floor specifically for mutant-induced coma patients?”

That’s convenient, but you wonder if it’s the only coma ward in Konigsburg. “Is this where they keep all of the mutant-induced coma patients?”

“No.” John answers. “There’s another one at Kastan and another at the Skłodowska Institute.”

As you commit this information to memory, you can’t help but wonder how many people Valjean ended up putting in comas.

Before you know it, you’ve said your goodbyes to John and are out the door. As you leave the room, you extend your senses in all directions to see if Clyde is lurking about. When you’re sure there’s no sign of the Australian, you let yourself relax, and you think you’re home free— that is, until you enter the waiting room.

In the dead-center of the lobby is the despicable man-child who’d formed two of the chairs into a lounge for himself, his face hidden behind a gun magazine. You can feel the heat of his glare on the back of your neck, but you don’t let it show in your body language whatsoever.

Once you’re out of the hospital, you phone Bernard to pick you up in some random alleyway, and, once you’re back in the warehouse, you find yourself releasing a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding, because you don’t think you’ve met many people who were as terrible as Clyde.

>(1/?)
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>>4420882

You’re on the loft now, and Julia and Pharos are on the ground.

“Umm… what happened?” Bernard looks uncertainly at the two of you, realizing just now that you hadn’t returned from the hospital visit with happy faces.

“Clyde happened.” Matt says. “He showed up to harass John right after we came to see him.”“You mean that crazy guy with the accent?” Bernard is in disbelief. “That Clyde?”

“Yeah, and Ellie threatened and told him off.” Matt is smirking at the memory.

“You’re kiddin?!’” Now Bernard is grinning widely. “How’d she do that?”

“Douchebag wasn’t wearing any pants and manspreading while saying inappropriate things about Ellie and me in front of John, so she threatened him with security and harassment of a minor.”

“And what did Clyde do?” As you relax yourself against the rails and listen to the sound of the conversation, from the ground, you hear this odd, keening sound that’s some mix between a whine and a moan that makes the hairs on the back of your neck prickle.

It sounds so weird that you nearly think it’s your imagination, but a cursory glance to where Julia and Clyde are proves otherwise.

Seemingly unconscious, Julia’s collapsed to the ground; Valjean, meanwhile is crouched over her with his back turned to you, his crutches ultimately discarded.

Skin melts into scale as you leap off the balcony, leaving a surprised Matt and Bernard in your wake.

>What do you say?
>”What the hell did you do to her?” Be an asshole like on all cliche superhero shows and jump to conclusions.
>”What’s going on?” Go down there and assess the situation. Ask Valjean what’s going on.
>write-in

>(2/2) I hate Apple PCs.
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>>4421021
>”What’s going on?” Go down there and assess the situation. Ask Valjean what’s going on.
You use a mac ? First QM I met who is probably well-off
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>>4421026

it's broken hand-me-down with 2 GB RAM.
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>>4421021
>"What's going on?"

>>4421055
Have you tried downloading more RAM?
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>>4421021
>”What’s going on?” Go down there and assess the situation. Ask Valjean what’s going on.
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>>4421059

WOW! Thanks anon! I didn't think you could download RAM, but this really, actually worked!

https://downloadmoreram.com/download.html
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>>4421059
>>4421076

You’re at the scene of the trouble near-instantly, where the unconscious form of Julia lies.

“What’s going on?” That’s the first thing you ask as you look over the scene before you. As she continues to cough and sputter, her eyes are glazed over, unfocused, while there is a small blanket cushioning her head.

“Just in case you were wondering, I didn’t knock her out.” Valjean says.

“I didn’t think so.” You respond, because the way Julia’s behaving doesn’t look anything like how Valjean’s power effects people. “But why did she just pass out for no reason? Did you say something that could’ve triggered her by accident?”

“No. She came over to ask about what I was reading, so I tried to explain it to her.” He tells you. “How was I supposed to know that talking about acceleration could trigger her?”

“We don’t, which is why anything could potentially set her off.” You return, and Julia’s gurgling noises have mostly stopped for now.

“Brainwashing technology shouldn’t even exist outside of three-letter government agencies.” Well, if it didn’t before, then it sure does now. “If I had to liken this to something, it almost reminds me of those MJ Ultra experiments they did in the seventies, but this... this is honestly on a whole different level.”

Valjean frowns deeply as he looks over the now-silent form of Julia. “Wouldn’t it just be icing on the cake if this is what they were doing to everyone in the Crux?”

>(1/?)

Would write the rest, but I gotta sleep. So threadblock time. Rage about it in the /qtg/ if you feel like it (LOL), but I'll see you all next time!
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>>4421191
I'm sure they only do it to the useful mutants.
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>>4421191

“They’re definitely not doing it everyone.” You tell him. “I’m sure there only doing it to the useful mutants.”

“That’s still too many mutants under Atticus Charles’ control.” The Crux leader’s face darkens. “At least what I did could be undone whenever I wanted. That man is the most repulsive human in existence.”

“What’s going on?” Matt calls from the loft. “Do we need to intervene?”

“No,” You shout back. “Julia just passed out, because Valjean triggered something by accident.” From beside you, you hear a complaint about your volume.

“You sure it wasn’t him?” Bernard asks after teleporting onto the scene, leveling an accusatory glare at the Crux leader.

“No.” You shake your head. “He was actually helping her.”

“Oh okay.” Bernard takes your word for it. “Need me to take her to her back to bed?”

“No, l'll wake her up.” It takes a few seconds of humming for Julia to start stirring, and then she opens her eyes. Surprisingly, she doesn’t look groggy at all, like she’d never passed out in the first place.

“Julia, do you remember what happened?” Valjean asks the question before you do. Silently, she shakes her head, and Valjean frowns. “Well, you passed out for no reason, so I woke you up. Does your head hurt at all?”

“No,” She says, sitting up. “But I think I saw another memory.”

“What was it?” Valjean asks, interested in what Julia now has to say.

“I saw a girl, and she was talking to me.” Julia recounts what she saw. “I think she was teaching me how to fight, but I really couldn’t see it well.” Now, she’s staring down at her hands with something indistinguishable in her eyes. “Did I ever know how to fight?”

“You might’ve.” He mutters. “Was there anything else you saw?”

“No.” At that, his frown deepens, and he rubs a hand down his face, though he starts when he notices Julia already getting up. “You just had a mental fit, and you’re going to get up?”

“I feel fine.” Julia says, distancing herself from the Crux leader. “I was just going to see something about that memory.” Then she starts throwing punches into the air, slowly at first, but then the motions become increasingly rapid.

>(2/3)
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>>4422402
she remembered her fight mode, neat. btw why is that pic blurry OP ?
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>>4422413

Blurry memory from Julia's POV. And I accidentally garbaged the non-blurry version two days ago coz me PC's almost outta gigs ;__;
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>>4422402

“Hey, you’re pretty good!” The way Julia moves is impressive. Unlike how she had been before when she was fighting you brutishly and without any mind, now Julia’s strikes look coordinated, and you wonder how she’d fare in a fight against you now that she has that part of her back.

Suddenly, you’re very excited about the prospect of fighting someone on the same level as you, both power-wise and technique wise.

But not here in the warehouse. Definitely not here in the warehouse.

“You’re thinking of fighting her, aren’t you?” Valjean’s voice interrupts, totally blowing a hole in your enthusiasm.

“Not here.” You shoot back. If you could, you totally would fight Julia on the spot, but you don’t think the warehouse could withstand that kind of a super-powered fight. You have a little more sense than that.

“The look you’re giving her reminds me of the same look you were giving me after you broke my leg that one night.” Valjean doesn’t quite seem to believe you.

“I’ll take her out of Konigsburg first.” And far, far out of sight of any onlookers. You think somewhere like Howler’s Lake or a random open field would do if you could find one of those. Maybe you’ll do some research yourself on it later.

When Julia stops, you and Bernard are giving her cheers for her skills— skills that she didn’t even know she had— while Valjean is looks troubled. If there’s the possibility that Valjean did know her at all (if she’s even Jewel, that is), you think it must be difficult for him to watch her remember everyone else but him, and she’s lucky to even remember what she does.

As much as you’d like to ask the Crux leader what he knows, you don’t think it would do anyone any good to rub salt on a freshly reopened wound, which is why you decide that now would be a perfect time as any to ask Julia to fight.

>”Hey Julia, how would you feel about fighting me—“
>”Tonight?”
>”Tomorrow?”
>Not at all. Faggot.

[b]Where to?[/b]
>Howler’s Lake
>Random field
>Training beach
>other
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>>4422477
>”Tonight ?"
>Howler’s Lake
Time for some girl on girl bonding action, yay
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>>4422477
>”Tonight?”
>Training beach

we're gonna stack it in our favor by fighting near the ocean huehueheuhe
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Gonna roll a dice in ten if no other votes...
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>>4422548

Ummm... If this is about the fake science behind the mutant stuff that I said I'd post last thread, I never got around to finishing it.

... I mean, here you go, King!!! https://pastebin.com/u/Siiren_QM
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Rolled 1 (1d2)

1= rode tripppp
2 = beach
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>>4422563
>>4422489

“Hey Julia, how would you feel about fighting me tonight?”

“Tonight?” She repeats.

“Yes tonight.” You nod excitedly. “It’s a good way for you to get out of the warehouse for a while and get some fresh air, and you’ll get a chance to use your fighting skills.” Julia looks slightly less apprehensive at that.

“Where were you plannin’ to take her Ellie?” Bernard’s looking questioningly at you.

“Howler’s Lake!” It’s a highly ambitious idea of yours to take her there right now, but if you hurried you could get there with a little bit of daylight to spare.

“Ah, fishface.” Bernard coughs into his fist. “I know I’m one to talk, but there’s a little bit of a problem with your plan.” He makes a nudging motion with his head towards Valjean.

You frown, because the blonde must’ve realized a very crucial detail about you that you’ve been too ashamed to admit in the whole time you’ve known him, and that detail would be that you can’t drive.

Not that you really needed to, given that you live in a city, where everything is easily accessible on foot or the metro, but what’s more embarrassing is that Matt can drive and you can’t. Of course, you did try to learn (keyword being ‘tried’) with John hanging onto the passenger seat for dear life and your foot just a little too heavy on the gas pedal. Your last venture behind the driver’s seat nearly ended up with the two of you careening off the I-95. You’re not sure how that happened (you might’ve been reading a road sign), but John still had you stop where you were and switch seats with him immediately. Hence, you’re the only member of your family without a license.

You try to console yourself that you still don’t need it, because now you have powers, and you can run and jump faster than a car moves anyways.

>”Let’s just leave him on the loft then. Fat chance he’ll be able to get down at all.”
>”Then we’ll take him with us. If he thinks he can get out of the forest on that leg, then he’s off his rocker.”
>write-in
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>>4422652

Last reply for the night! See you kings next time!

Also is it me, or is the board deader than usual lately? Only activity I see is on the /qtg/...
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>>4422652
>”Then we’ll take him with us. If he thinks he can get out of the forest on that leg, then he’s off his rocker.”
>>4422656
So it seems OP. Last active quest I've been to updates started coming after 3-5 days until the QM vanished for 2 weeks, it got archived and he started a new question and said he was having a block and stopped it for the moment. I used to folow WTF quest but it's gonna be 3 months since the QM form there appeared on /qst/ and there was also Catalyst quest but I don't follow anymore so I can't say much.
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>>4422669

Is it the... drama that's driving people from the board, or is it just lack of quest interest?

I think I lost a couple of readers when the STV thing started. .___.
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>>4422677
Maybe both but I think the former is stronger. Only "older" quests can get away from not updating faster because of the playerbase that follows them, but there's the thing about new players willing to join it or nah. don't worry man, it'll get better
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>>4422652
>”Then we’ll take him with us. If he thinks he can get out of the forest on that leg, then he’s off his rocker.”

>>4422656
Definitely a big slowdown. I never go in the /qtg/ so I can't speak to any drama causing it.
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>>4422652
>”Then we’ll take him with us. If he thinks he can get out of the forest on that leg, then he’s off his rocker.”
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>>4422669
>>4423070
>>4423265

”Then we’ll take him with us. If he thinks he can get out of the forest on that leg, then he’s off his rocker.” The forest around Howler’s Lake is indeed huge. By the time Valjean would get himself onto the path out of there, you would have already caught up with him several times over.

A little while of prep-time later sees the five of you squeezed into the car. Bernard’s in the passenger seat, while Julia’s sandwiched between you and Valjean in the backseat. You ended up having him teleported directly into your car a good distance away from your house in some back alley, and you plan on having him teleported directly onto the lake’s path. Convoluted as your precautionary measures may be, you still don’t want the Crux leader having any way to track your identities.

When you reach the toll booth, you have Valjean and Julia feign sleep with their hoods pulled over their faces, as Julia’s hair is distinctive, and you’d rather not be caught on camera in a car with a man who is Konigsburg’s most notorious criminal at large.

The remainder of the ride is mostly silent with Julia craning her neck to look out the window. Even if the old Julia had ridden this highway a thousand times before, this is likely a completely new experience for Julia now, and, at one point, she nearly has half of her body arched over Valjean.

“I’ll switch seats with you if you want.” For whatever reason, Valjean seems to take pity on her.

“Thank you,” Julia says, unbuckling herself so they can switch, and then she resumes her deed of watching the highway pass before her.

“That was nice of you.” You tell Valjean in an attempt at conversation, and, when he says nothing, you try for something else. “Have you ever been to Howler’s Lake before?”

“Once. Years ago.” Is Valjean’s response. “Camping has never been my cup of tea. I like hunting though, but I’ve never tried it, unless you count hunting… cops…” Then he proceeds to cough into his fist, clearly trying to pretend that that wasn’t a very awkward attempt at a joke.

>(1/?)
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>>4423879

“Hey, mind if I don’t teleport ten of you guys down there?” Bernard asks, once you get there with Valjean far from your car. “I know it’s probably gonna get dark soon, but I wanna save my energy.” Come to think of it, the blonde was quiet the whole ride, and you find it strange that he would’ve not been talking. That’s why you think he must’ve been sleeping for the majority of the ride.
“Yeah, you can just take the stuff.” You tell him, an idea already forming in your mind. At that, Bernard looks thankful, disappearing to grab the stuff you left in the car— stuff that weighs considerably less than everyone else here does.

As for you, you’ll be cutting directly through the trees with Matt in your hold, and you’ll make Julia do the same with Valjean. It’s a good way to warm up, get your blood pumping before the actual fight. As you leap from bough-to-bough, you have to slow down every once in a while so Julia can keep up with you, since her agility’s not on the same level as yours. When you think you can close the gap, you use the height to leap across the forest with one final bound, and you land at the side of the lake, the force of your landing leaving fissures in the ground.

“Boy, you guys are fast…” Bernard whistles, impressed.

“How long did were you waiting?” You ask, as Matt slips out of your hold. Julia keeps a firm grip on Valjean until he directly asks her to drop him.

“Five, ten minutes.” The blonde returns. “So how’s this fight gonna work?”

“We’ll go until one of us gives up.” You tell him. “If the fight gets too intense, you guys should probably get away.” Because debris and all that stuff, and, rifling through the stuff, you find something that will come in handy for your fight— for Julia, to be more precise.

“Julia, go find somewhere to change and put this on, so you don’t ruin your clothes.” You hold up the suit with the strange-feeling fabric for her to take.

“These clothes are ugly anyway.” Julia grasps onto the same bumblebee shirt she’s been wearing for the past two days. “It will be better if they are destroyed.”

“But this suit’s probably made to handle your power, and it will help you move better.” You try to reason with her. “Would you rather have a wardrobe malfunction in the middle of fighting me?” You’re not sure if your eyes are deceiving you, but you think you see Julia’s cheeks redden at that. Swiping the jumpsuit out of your hands, she makes for the trees to find some place to change into her FutureLabs suit.

Once she emerges from the tree-line, you feel more than ready to take her on, even if it becomes more challenging than you expect.

>(2/3)
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>>4423915

Readying yourself into a fighting stance, Julia seems to catch on to your intentions, and she does the same, her body shifting into her crystalline form.

While you’re counting down, in the final, stretching seconds before the fight begins, you find yourself feeling conflicted, as you don’t know how you should begin this fight.

>What do you do? (Roll d100)
>Go easy on Julia. She’s a recently-freed amnesiac, so you should be a little merciful on her. Start with some dodging.
>Go all out, and begin by attacking. Let loose! Don’t pull your punches!
>write-in

>(3/3)
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Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>4423917
>Go all out, and begin by attacking. Let loose! Don’t pull your punches!

She's good and isn't going to show us any mercy.

Also Pharos has got some square ass eyes
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Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>4423917
>Go easy on Julia. She’s a recently-freed amnesiac, so you should be a little merciful on her. Start with some dodging.
Also include some light attacks, we don't wanna insult her.
>>4423931
Great start
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Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>4423917
>Go easy on Julia. She’s a recently-freed amnesiac, so you should be a little merciful on her. Start with some dodging.
Of course, match her for what she's putting out if she's got no problem keeping up with us
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>>4423964
Thanks for the roll dude, it would be a shame if we got a bad start against her
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>>4423931
>>4423961
>>4423964

The instant you finish the countdown, Julia’s flying towards you with a fist— a fist that you’re quick to dodge with backwards leap. Again, she’s aiming for you with another punch, this time catching you along the arm, and, you retaliate with a quick, snapping kick that sends her flying backwards and into a tree so hard that it causes the wood to splinter inwards.

Julia, not easily deterred, is back on her feet and charging towards you with another outstretched fist. As she’s pulling her fist backwards for the strike, a hundred razor-sharp spikes grow along the length of her arm, coating it like jagged icicles, and, when you block, those spikes dig into your scaly flesh as your regeneration immediately closes around them.

The second fist hits you directly in the chest, the force of the punch sending you a good distance away. Clods of dirt are thrown up all around you, and you get up just in time to evade the crystalline mutant’s next onslaught.

So much for going easy on Julia, you think. You were honestly planning to hold back a little, given the nature of her situation, but now, with the other mutant fighting very seriously and not showing you a hint of mercy, you don’t think that’s at all possible.

>What do you do? (Roll 1d100)
>AtTack
>Defend
>Evade
>write-in
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Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>4424121
>AtTack

goofy capitals and all, baby

now if only I could roll above a 5
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Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>4424121
>AtTack
Girl already went to using her crystals as razors so let's put our speed to good use
>>4424136
yes we need a better roll here
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It seems our fight luck was only for the “real” fight baka
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>>4424121
>>AtTack
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>>4424156
Roll my dude
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Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>4424156
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>>4424167

>41
>40

LOL
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Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>4424121
>>AtTack
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>>4424185

>39
>40
>41

If by some chance someone else comes in and the next person rolls a 38 or 42, I'm giving them a nat 100. XD
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>>4424189
sequence bonus ? r-right ?
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>>4424190

Darn right.
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>>4424200
I seriously can't remember the last time we rolled less then 50. I hope this doesn't continue into real fights. connect 3 :^)
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>>4424136
>>4424144
>>4424167
>>4424185

You charge headlong towards the thicket of threes as opposed to charging straight at Julia, and, as you expect, she follows. Strong as she may be, she still greatly lacks in the strategy department, which is why you don’t hesitate to use take the utmost advantage of it.

Jumping up at one of the thick oaken trunks, you springboard off of it back in her direction, aiming a fist straight at her in midair. However, it only catches her shoulder, much to your chagrin.

Once you land, you use your extra senses to keep stock of changes in motion around you, as Julia’s no longer in your line of sight.Behind you— you feel it before you see it, and, before you can even dodge, a crystalline fist is driven into your back, followed by another, and another, and another. Something cracks in your chest, and from somewhere you hear a sharp intake of breath as you return the volley of punches with a sharp elbow.

You then follow up by whipping around to drive your fist home in a blur, and, while it manages to hit its mark, Julia’s quick to wrap her own hand around your forearm to send another fist directly into your face. The strength of the punch leaves you briefly stunned, and, as you pick yourself up from the dirt once more, you find yourself acutely aware of the bones and sinew knitting themselves back together.

Though the pain lingers in the places where bones were shattered, you find yourself left exhilarated by it. Like rush of burning acid, you feel the whispers of instinct pulsate in your mind, as the the sound of your heartbeat thunders in your ear, where before you stands a target— a target that is not of flesh and blood but of stone.

>Roll 1d100 for attacc
>write-in
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>>4424263

Last reply for the night. See you next time! Planning to close the thread on Friday or Saturday, cause school's gonna start for me next week, and I need to take a hiatus so I can keep up my grades.

Questing is awesome, but IRL comes first; so you guys know the drill. In any case, you all are kings, and quest wouldn't be half the quest it is without you guys.
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Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>4424263
>Focus her weakpoints, both natural and less crystaline and use open palm attacks to stun her in non spiky parts of her body
Gotta put our senses and speed to their limit
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>>4424267
Don't do this to me OP :(
We feel you senpai, don't worry. I think I will follow your twitter then after this ends.
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Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>4424263
>kick her in the tummy
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Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>4424263
>Roll 1d100 for attacc
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>>4424297

Thank you, man! I love my characters too much to leave them hanging, and I hope this board doesn't die while I'm gone, cause that would suck (worse yet, I hope you all don't migrate to akun or something like that). I'll probably spam my QM twitter with M-Guard stuff on occasion, though I haven't used since July 9th.

On the bright side, I'll have more time to plan the upcoming arcs and make them nice and shiny, as pacing is a bit of a thing I've had some trial and error with in this quest.

I've been toying with some plot ideas that should spice things up a bit, which may or may not include an appearance from one of our most elusive characters to date, AKA Adolficus Charles.
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>>4424610
Can’t wait to see the guy. truth is I already read some akun quests
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>>4424287
>>4424496
>>4424579

You charge at Julia with renewed vigor, flipping overhead to deliver a punch straight into her back. She staggers, just barely short of falling, and she has the sense to retreat in the moment. However, you’re not going to give her any time to regain her bearings.

For how strong Julia is, she’s still not immune to pain, even in this form of hers, and the crystal that comprises her body can be broken. As you recall from the last fight you had with her, you were able to shatter both her arm-spikes and her actual body.

Fast— far faster than you think you’ve ever gone— you surge after Julia once more. She raises an arm defensively, expecting you to straight-up punch her, but you take advantage of the opening she’s made for you to launch an open-palmed strike right into her forehead, following up with a knee to the gut. You hear her gasp for air, collapsing to the ground, and barely, just barely, she rolls out of the way of your next attack— a punch that leaves a visible impression of your fist in the soil.

From the rush of the fight mixed with the scent of your own blood that she had drawn before, you feel that familiar maddened excitement continue to rise within you. It’s a rush of energy that courses through your veins and makes your spine tingle so sharply that it burns, and the sensation almost makes you stop in your tracks.

You don’t, however, keeping your pursuit of the crystalline mutant as she attempts to escape into the trees, and, when she disappears into among the leaves, you use your extra senses to feel the changes in pressure and motion in your surroundings. Sensing a shift from behind, you whip around just in time for Julia to launch a volley of her shards right at you. The majority of them miss, but one catches you in the side, shredding your shirt on one side and drawing more blood.

>(1/2)
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A flying kick comes next, but it fails to catch your body, her foot embedding itself into the tree beside you. You don’t hesitate to swipe at her while she’s pulling herself out, because you want her to stop— stop trying to run and fight! But she doesn’t seem to get it. NoT At aLl!

Her movements are slower and more uncertain, now that the last bits of sunlight have all-but disappeared, and, while you can see as clear as day, in the thick of the forest, Julia has become little more than a sitting duck. Now, unable to find her way out, you’re chasing her from above in the branches. Faintly, you wonder why she hasn’t thought to jump, but the though is gone as your mind is overwhelmed with the directives that that secondary part of your brain has been feeding you.

Fight— fight— fight! Those single, pounding words have drowned most of your rational thought as you land upon her, and, once you have her cornered, opening or not, you’re attacking in a rush of fists and claws, so fast that the other mutant can’t even think to retaliate.

Amid the barrage of punches, she manages to raise an arm high enough that she manages to shoot several shards at your upper torso, and, at such close range, they all strike true. One of the shards embeds itself into the flesh of your neck— a gruesome sight to behold— but a pause in your attack allows you to pull it out, deep, red blood following with it.

The feeling of fervent madness is overwhelming, rising to a fever pitch as your vision swims with REd— the color that resides in everything that lives and breathes.

Though your senses are as sharp as they always are, you only have a faint sense of what’s happening as you drive your next punch home, a resounding crack echoing through the clearing you’re in. The resulting rush you feel from the crunching of stone between your fist has you hungering for more— hungering to finish what you started— yet, despite the moment of levity you feel, the feeling is laced with a tinge of something you don’t quite like.

>What do you do?
>Finish the fight!!!
>Stop what you’re doing!!! (roll 1d100)
>write-in

>(2/2)
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Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>4425347
>Stop what you’re doing!!! (roll 1d100)
Ok we've gone too brutal for a simple trade out, even for our escale. Ask Julia if she's alright.
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>>4425352
Fug (@_@)
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Gonna call the vote in 10 if no other rolls.
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Mfw it ends more brutal then continuing the fight
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>>4425416

Guess we're calling it. .___.
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>>4425431
pls 30 more minutes, 'coz 1 vote is sad, specially one with a bad roll
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>>4425432

... I'll brush my teeth. 15 because I gotta start getting moar sleep.

Keep those fingers crossed, anon, otherwise it's ice, cold diamond for breakfast... dinner...


I really hope my quest isn't going the way of the dodo.
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>>4425437
I really hope we don’t end up almost killing her due to instinct
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>>4425441

Well, this will be one of the first things we actually does that has consequences. Cause we’ve gone six-seven threads with a full win-streak.
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Damn where are the other guys ?
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>>4425451

You’re lucky. I forgot to fix my bed. That buys you an extra 2-5 mins
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Things aren’t looking good
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>>4425464

Welp.It's called and I ended up taking 30 mins anyways.

Writing now.
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Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>4425347
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>>4425466
Yes, thank dog
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>>4425466

>1 post ID
>Reluctantly takes the roll
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>>4425347
>>4425465
>already over
>already writing
Quickly, everyone, roll now!!!
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>>4425468
Don't be afraid to take bad rolls, Siren. If you only have one active reader that is enough, be proud of them for sticking with you and the dice lands where it lands.
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>>4425470

No, I'll accept the roll. I might be a stickler, but I'm not THAT big of a stickler.
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>>4425470
hello 2 id brother, it seems the other newfag came late
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>>4425474

Good point. Didn't get to see your second post. I should be fair.

We go with the 12. Julia won't die, friends.
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>>4425477

WE SHALL SQUARE UP.

WE FACE CONSEQUENCES.

Officially writing now.
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It is I, Captain Impartial Spectator! HAHA

>>4425477
You are a good enough writer to wiggle this, and I do believe you can leave lasting marks without taking a life.

As Gandalf would say "Don't be so hasty to take a life if you don't have to power to give it back."
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Of course I had a plan. OP always has a plan
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>>4425352
>>4425354
>>4425416

Whatever sense of wrong you’re feeling is easily drowned out by the feeling of what’s finally within your grasp. Distantly, you hear the sound of hot, breathy laughter coming from somewhere, but there’s no one else around but you. You and your target (pRey?).

It’s a hard, stone shell that claws have no effect on, but you vaguely remember that whatever has a shell will always have something inside, which is why you end up pounding the mass on the ground with your fist.

For a few minutes, there’s some sort of resistance from whoever’s on the receiving end of your strikes, and they try to grab at your hands to inflict pain. The fact that there is resistance has you punching even harder, as you’ve never been one to step down from a challenge. However, they soon grow slower and more feeble until you’re the only one who’s doing the punching, which is when the noise of a resounding crack echoes through the clearing.

Crick. Crackle. Crrrkkkkk.

Crick. Crackle. Crrrkkkkk.

Over and over again, you revel in the sound of the crackling prey. Like all of the other times your instinct had overtaken you, you feel nothing but pure bliss. Absolute, maddening euphoria, and, completely overtaken by your high, you’re unaware of everything else but you and the prEy.

After that, you remember nothing more, and everything goes black.

Slowly, oh-so-slowly, you blink open your eyes to the sight of Valjean, who’s standing directly over you, and the look on his face is not happy.

“You’re awake.” He says, staring down at you with cold, grey eyes— eyes that feel much colder than usual.

Bernard is there too, the two of them probably having come to search for you, but why would the blonde feel the need need to bring Valjean along with him?

…and where’s Julia?

>(1/?)

roses are red.
julia's not ded.
OP has to go to bed.
See you next time kings.
Something that rhymes with 'ed.'
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>>4425518
I hope we didn’t fuck her too bad and I’m sure she’ll fear us way more the Val after this, baka
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Delayed but back. Writing now.
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>>4426718
Hope there’s more people for the votes today
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>>4426727

Yeah, it's Friday. Should be more in theory.
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>>4425518

“Safe.” He says brusquely, and that’s when it finally occurs to you that there’s a barely-concealed anger beneath that tone of voice he’s been using.

“But where did she go?” You ask, this time more insistent, but the Crux leader refuses to answer you.

Your head hurts, and trying to think through the pounding just makes it even worse. You don’t move a muscle as you wait for the pain to ebb, which it does after a few moments.

“Bernard, where’s Julia?” You think you’ll have better luck asking him.

“We took her back to camp.” It takes a long moment for Bernard to answer, but that doesn’t make sense at all to you, because you were fighting her, right? Your mind is hazy, and you stumble a little bit as you get up from the ground as you try to remember the finer details of it.

Everything after Julia broke your ribs was a blur, but you recall that the spar only got more heated after that. Looking around, you find you’re no longer next to the lake but in some clearing in the woods, and, as you take a deep breath, the sweet scent of blood immediately hits your nostrils.

Looking down, clearly visible to you are the dried-up stains of red coating the green forest floor. Realization hits you square in the chest, memories coming back to you in a rush.

Instinct had overcome you to a point where you had completely forgotten your sense of self. Even if you tried to deny it, the evidence is clear before you. Hot bile rises in your throat, you suddenly feel weak in the knees, and your vision blurs, though it’s not from any type of haze, and you have an arm reaching up to rub your eyes.

“You’re remembering now.” Valjean’s voice cuts through the silence, having caught onto the change in your body language. “Good, because I hope you remember everything.”

“…I don’t.” You tell him, and that’s the truth, because, the further you had let the instinct take hold of you, the more of yourself you had lost to it, and it had gotten such a grasp around your consciousness that absolutely nothing of yourself was left. “Is Julia alright?”

“She’s hurt, no thanks to you.” That’s the response you receive. “I’m guessing that the answer you’re looking for is she’s not dead, so congrats, you didn’t kill her. You’re probably the last person she wants to see right now.”

“I’m still going to see her anyways.” You tell him, because you still want to see for yourself that Julia’s alive and well. With a quick hand from Bernard on either of your shoulders, the forest disappears, and you’re back near the campsite.

Once there, you see the silhouettes of Matt and Julia in the distance. Julia’s is distinctive, because the light from the fire that Matt must have started reflects off of her diamond-like hair.

>(2/?)
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>>4426787

She’s awake, and you can’t help but feel overjoyed by that, even through the dread of not knowing her exact condition. But awake is a positive— more positive than the bloodstains that had coated the forest floor.

Jogging up ahead to get a closer look, Matt immediately notices you but doesn’t say a word. He’s talking lowly to Julia as he reaches into his backpack for a roll of bandages, trying to keep her calm. Although her back is turned to you, her injuries are clear to see; all down the length of her arms are reddish lines—like fissures in a cracked stone— some of them scabbed over and others still oozing with blood.

Like clockwork, Matt begins wrapping bandages around her arms like you aren’t even there at all, and, as you make to close the distance, your foot catches on a twig that crunches loudly underfoot. Julia’s head whips directly towards the sound, and, when she registers that it’s you, she immediately recoils.

Guilt fills you— a hot and putrid feeling— along with disgust. Disgust at your actions and disgust with yourself. For some odd reason, you feel a sense of deja vu, because this has happened before. Last time, however, you were in some back alley standing over some bloodied city animal with blood covering your hands.

Valjean, on his crutches, interposes himself between you and where Julia is. “I did tell you that you were the last person she’d want to see. I want to know if you feel good right now? Do you feel good about yourself, Elise?”

You don’t answer him, feeling sickened with yourself. In fact, the last thing you feel right now is good.

“What if we hadn’t gotten to you on time? Better yet, what if it was your brother instead of her? Just do me a favor and take a nice, long second to close your eyes and imagine that the person you weren’t trying to pulverize was a nice, delicate human being.” Valjean presses on, and you’re not sure if he’s doing this because he’s reveling in your dismay or to drive the point home.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but Valjean’s right, Ellie.” Those words come from Matt, and they feel worse than any punch to the gut. “That… could have been anyone.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be defending me?!” You feel shocked and betrayed, tears gathering in your vision once more. “What the hell, Matt!?”

“I’m sorry, Ellie, but Julia’s not the first person you’ve done this to. You really did take things too far this time.” He says, and you know that, beneath those words, he’s clearly referring to what you did to John. You thought Matt was over that, but apparently he wasn’t.

“Mind you, it probably won’t be the last.” Valjean adds. “Just throwing that guess out there.”

“You guys are aware that Ellie didn’t mean it, right?” It’s Bernard who comes to your defense. “There are plenty of powers with nasty drawbacks— you should know this better than anyone else, you lousy hack!”

>(3/4)
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>>4426787
Out of curiosity is this the same result from the decision to continue the fight or is it worse/better than because it was a failed control roll ?
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>>4426820

This was the second-worst thing that could've happened overall.

Nat-1 would be that Julia becomes an amputee.
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>>4426826
Ok, so it's the same as the decision to fight, with the chance of being worse because of a nat 1, got it. Man I think that back in the first thread when we had the decision for our drawback to have visible mutant features or not being able to eat normal food we couldn't even imagine it would lead to a berserker state which is a double edge sword. Also I can't decide if our primal state not having a means of resisting Val power good or bad
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>>4426831

We're not conscious. Ergo, we are not aware of his powers.

As for the choice in thread one, we'd still have our fish instincts, but, if our mutant condition worked more like a disease, it would be much slower working/we'd have more resistance.
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>>4426836
Now I’m curious. Besides our primal state being more under control, would we have any boost compared to our current fish form ? Or is it being looser and not being able to eat regular food simply trade offs for not being able to hide our fish traits ?
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>>4426844
I mean what we traded for being able to hide our traits
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>>4426844

Not much stronger than this one, and we'd grow stronger at a slower rate.

There's a "scientific" explanation for why Elise can't eat normal food and why she's much more powerful this way/ able to hide her traits.

First is moar protein. PROTEIN=POWER=/fit/.

Second is spoilers but not that relevant of a spoiler.

But, if we went the other route, her powers would've worked differently in the way that more use= more features overtaking her = more power.
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>>4426816

“Doesn’t justify what she did, you moron. Julia will probably be scarred for life, so, instead of acting like a stupid puppy-dog, why don’t you look at the facts for once.”

“I’m not bein’ stupid! You guys are stupid for yellin’ at her like this!” Bernard finally loses his cool. “It’s not like she wanted to do that to Julia— Ellie probably feels worse than all of you right now!”

“Alrighty then. All mushy feelings aside, you’re just going to turn a blind eye and pretend that she wasn’t having the time of her life trying to crack Julia into shards? Tell me how that’s remotely logical.” Valjean seethes, and that makes the blonde go silent. “Consider yourselves lucky that I was able to put her down for you.”

“Valjean… you can zip it now.” Matt is tiring of his spiel, but his words are left unheard.

“You know, you didn’t care one bit about Julia until you realized that she might’ve been part of the Crux.” Those are Bernard’s cutting words; Valjean barks something back, but you don’t pay it any mind..

The longer you watch this go on, the sicker and guiltier you feel. The only other person staying silent is sitting next the campfire, and, briefly, Julia meets your eyes before quickly looking away.

With your options severely limited, you don’t know what you can do, because everyone’s arguing with each other, and there’s no one else to blame but yourself.

>What do you do?
>Run to the woods— give yourself some alone time on land>Run to the lake— introspection in the water
>verbally defend yourself/other person
>write-in

>(4/4)
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>>4426865
>>Run to the woods— give yourself some alone time on land

Need to mentally readjust.
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>>4426855
Makes sense. The choices man : this situation with Julia would've required more shit or a nat 1 to happen, but we'd need to be stealthier and Pharos/Sopor saving would be an even bigger pain in the ass, we'd have to be Solid Snake to travel in the city and John would propably have discovered the truth a while back. Still remember that jump fail that got reset where we got in the lab and saw john operating us. now that would be an even bigger change
>>4426865
>Run to the woods— give yourself some alone time on land
We really can't say anything here that will sweeten the situation
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>>4426874

You know I love to forget that rewind exists. It still plagues me to this day lol.

Yes, there would have become a point where we'd no longer be able to go out in public. Also don't know who the Solid Snake is, but I assume he's stealthy?
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>>4426882
He’s from Metal Gear Solid, a famous stealth game franchise, yes
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>>4426874

You can’t take it anymore. You really, honestly can’t.

And there’s nothing you can say or do right now that can possibly salvage the situation— not in the least, you think— which is why you feel the overwhelming need to get as far away from the campsite as you can for now.

With a push of your legs, you leap into the night air, off in the direction of the forest. Branches break and fall as you crash into them, gravity as merciless of a beast as you are, and the lack of thought in your landing ends with a face full of dirt.

However, you’re quick to pick yourself up off the ground so that you can continue running. Where? You’re not completely sure, but you don’t want to be anywhere near there— that’s for sure.

The air in your face is quick to dry your tears— tears that are quickly replaced by new ones. You shove at anything that’s in your way, legs pumping, moving ever-faster, and you could theoretically go on like this forever if you wanted, running forever with no direction in mind. In the back of your head, though, you know you have to return to the others by morning, because John will be coming home in the afternoon.

John… The thought of your older brother sends another wave of guilt through you, and, if your crying had stopped, thinking of him has brought on a fresh wave of tears. What’s he even going to say to you when he finds out who hurt him?

You can only picture the look on his face— multiple looks in fact. The most prominent one, however, ends up being disappointment, and it makes you feel sick to your stomach. You know he would forgive you— easily and without a doubt— but, in the heat of the moment, the doubt is overpowering. So distracted by your thoughts, you begin to lose track of your surroundings, which is how you end up slamming face-first into a large, mossy tree.

Full of wide branches to climb and sit on, it looks as nice of a place as any to stop, and you end up climbing to a branch that’s so thick that you can lay your whole body on it without falling, setting yourself comfortably on it.

The first thing you do is let yourself cry; childish as it may be, you’d rather not bottle your feelings and, as a result, still feel like a piece of garbage by the time you leave the forest. You’re not even sure when the last time you cried this hard was, but you feel like it’s been forever since.

Aside from Julia, who you know a sorry isn’t enough for, you’re still hurt by what Matt did back there; admittedly, however, you’ve had far too many close calls for it to be just a fluke of your powers. You know he doesn’t want you to end up killing anybody due to your instincts; neither do you, but you wish Matt would be more vocal when it comes to his worries over you.

Shit. You really love your brothers. Both of them. When this is all over, you’ll be sure to apologize to John too.

>(1/?)
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>>4426951

OP's gotta go to bed again. Sorry for skipping out for the second night in a row, but it's storming too and my connection's dubious. See you all tomorrow!
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>>4426954
Ok man. Hope we can reach a good point before you have to end thread and go on hiatus
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Shit man, I can't bring myself to read this. Guess I'm out.
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>>4427021
You’ve missed some updates bro, what happened ?
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>>4426951

For what feels like the longest while, you just sit there blankly in the thick woods, letting yourself relax as you think about nothing but the nature sounds in the background.

It’s nice to recuperate like this, and, even when the thoughts of facing the music later on come to mind, you can’t find it in yourself to care, because that’s a problem for the future.

Rustling from somewhere around you brings you back to alertness, and, when you turn your head to the source, it’s not hard to spot the two pinpricks of glowing green that are attached to a certain blonde— a certain blonde who’s carrying a flashlight with him and is teleporting in your direction.

Surely enough, he ends up at the base of your tree, and, when the flashlight is shone onto you, he immediately on the branch you’re sitting on.

He doesn’t say anything to you, scooting himself further away from the edge. You wonder how Bernard had managed to find you when you ran so far away. Then you notice the trail of footprints and broken branches you left in your wake. Guess you weren’t exactly subtle.

“Uh… Hey Ellie,” He greets you, trying his best to be nonchalant. “Came to see if you were alright. They both thought I wouldn’t find you, but I guess I really proved them wrong.”

“Thanks,” You tell him. “And thank you for sticking up for me back there.”

“It was no problem— I know that if it were me in your place, you’d be stickin’ up for me too.” Bernard says earnestly, seriously, and you would without any doubt in your mind. “Honestly, I know you hurt Julia badly— and I’m not happy about it either— but I don’t think it was fair at all for you to get treated like that.”

“I feel like crap.” You admit, and, looking down at yourself, you find that your shirt is torn in several places. Even the back had ended up shredded, and, still covered in blood, you make for a pretty ugly sight.

“Do you think I’d ever be able to control that part of my power?” You ask, because you never want to hurt anyone like you hurt Julia again.

“Maybe, or maybe not. It won’t hurt to try.” Bernard responds after a beat, and he takes your silence as a cue to continue. “Listen. You’ll probably never fight anyone as strong as Julia. Unless they’re makin’ all of the Crux members as strong as Julia, you shouldn’t need to worry too much over it.”

>(2/3)
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“I still want to control it anyway.” You tell him.

“Well, I believe in you, Ellie!” He says, and he slings an arm over you, and, though you feel like crying again for whatever reason, it makes you feel warm inside. Thankful and warm.

>”Let’s go back so I can apologize to them. Even if Julia doesn’t want to talk to me, at least she’ll know I’m sorry.”
>”Let’s stay here for now. It’s nice, sitting here like this.”
>write-in

IF WE CAN'T END THIS ON A POSITIVE NOTE, THEN WE ALL ARE A BUNCH OF BAKAS!!!
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>>4428001
>>”Let’s stay here for now. It’s nice, sitting here like this.”

Because I ship it.

Also, we can take a bit of time to consider how to apologize properly later, and how to deal with our primal side. Is it really just the scent of blood that does it or is it something else? It's not the SIGHT of it, I think...
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>>4428001
>”Let’s stay here for now. It’s nice, sitting here like this.”
Julia was already difficult to talk to and after this it's better to wait for the night before talking to her and there's also Val mixing honest criticism with enjoying the mess we made. Yeah dude, we gotta at least make it ok, even if it's only with our brother later
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>>4428015
It's also derived from our hunger in a way, so if we spend lots of time without eating meat we get like this as well
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>>4428001
>”Let’s go back so I can apologize to them. Even if Julia doesn’t want to talk to me, at least she’ll know I’m sorry.”

really should apologize to Jules
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Started from thread 1. I like the tone so far. You should seriously read this, maybe it'll help you. Up to Arc 8 is when people say new readers should read up to, or at least Arc 3 or 4
https://parahumans.wordpress.com/
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>>4428058

I've been intending to read Parahumans for a while. Everyone says it’s good, so I don’t doubt too much.

Thanks for the kind words, anon!
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>>4428072
Big recommend from me as well, it's by far my favorite superhero story.
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OP got delayed due to reasons.

Update should be out in like 1/2 hour or so.
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>>4428015
>>4428017

“Let’s stay here for now. It’s nice, sitting here like this.” You are not quite ready to go back yet; and you’d think that Bernard would’ve said something back, but instead he just pulls you closer.

Though you could hear Bernard’s heartbeat before with your super-hearing alone, there’s something different about having the noise directly next to your ear. Much in the same way a bowl of chicken soup used to leave you warm all the way down to your toes, you’re not quite sure what you could use to describe what you’re feeling, because it’s similar to that but also different in a way.

It has you frozen-still against him, but, eventually, you find yourself relaxing in the hold, listening to the calming thump-thump of the other teen’s heart.

You don’t even realize when your eyes drift close, and, when you wake up again, it’s morning. As your awareness slowly comes back to you, you become aware of the other body pressed into your side, still fast asleep.

Bernard, your mind supplies, because he’d been the last one with you before you’d fallen asleep. He’d been the one to come to look for you after you ran off into the woods, and, evidently, you’d fallen asleep against the tree together.

Once Bernard begins to stir, it isn’t long before he’s scrambling to get up— so quickly that he nearly falls off of the tree branch you’re on— but he manages to keep his balance.

“Mornin,’ fishface.” He says, stretching himself out where he stands. “Didn’t think we’d end up fallin’ asleep there…”

“Yeah.” You nod. “Me neither.” But it wouldn’t be lying to say that you didn’t say you didn’t wake up feeling much better than you had.

“We should get goin,’ cause the others are probably waitin.’” Bernard’s looking out towards the forest, which looks quite beautiful with the sunlight streaming through it. “Plus I’m kinda hungry.”

“Ready when you are then.” You tell him, and, in a flash the forest, is gone.

Returning to the campsite, you find that everyone else is already awake. Matt is loading supplies back into the backpack you brought, while Valjean is hobbling around on his crutches, and Julia is watching him in his efforts.

No one’s noticed you yet, but you need to apologize— definitely to Julia but also to Matt. However, you find yourself hesitating, because you don’t know where to start.

>What do you do?
>Go to Matt first, because he’ll easily accept your apology
>Attempt to apologize to Julia
>write-in
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>>4428613
>Attempt to apologize to Julia
It's the main issue after all.
"Julia I know I can't justify losing control and badly hurting you so I want to apologise because I understimated my instincts, which I had close calls before, and I don't want to throw away everything we've been doing to help you.
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>>4428613
>Attempt to apologize to Julia

I mean, not like we broke Matt's bones and everything.
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We end the thread tomorrow due to delays. Will come back tomorrow to count the votes. See you tomorrow, lads!
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>>4428679
Ok king. Hope we can at least see John to end this in a better note.
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I really hope the thread doesn’t get archived until the update
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>>4429229

I'M ALIVE-- JUST HAD SOME IRL STUFF TO DO THIS AFTERNOON (insert Xanadu song here). Should finish the thread before then.
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>>4429235
Good to hear man. Let’s gooooo
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>>4428641

Right now, the most logical thing to do would be to go to Julia first, because it isn’t like you riddled Matt with lifelong scars or anything.

Matt is the first to notice you, relaxing a little at the sight of your return. He gives you a nod in acknowledgement as you pass him. As you make your way towards where Julia is sitting, you rid yourself of your fish form, just in case she doesn’t take too kindly to the sight of it, and you pray that she’ll listen to what you have to say.

Just when you’re within hearing range of the white-haired mutant, there’s a crutch blocking your way.

“Let me talk to her.” You tell Valjean, not in the mood for any nonsense. “I want to apologize to Julia.”

At that, Valjean just shoves more of himself in your way. Julia sees you now, and, although she’s not recoiling in fright, she’s looking warily at you, which is slightly more positive than how she was reacting to you last night.

“Well Miss Trigger-Happy, I don’t care what you have to say, and I doubt Julia does either.”

“Doesn’t matter. I want to.” And it’s not like Valjean can stop you. However, if he did try to stop you and by some chance you ended up hurting him or he hurt himself, he’d be proven right about everything he said about you last night.

“Valjean. Let her go.” Julia’s voice interrupts your glare-off, causing you both to start in surprise. “I want to talk to her.”
“You’re serious?” He asks her, low and disbelieving, before turning back his focus to you. ”Lucky you, I’m officially outnumbered…” He says, stepping out of your way, and, if he ends up knocking you with his crutch, you don’t remark on it; it’s not like it hurts, and you’d rather not focus on petty squabbles when you still haven’t even apologized to Julia.

As you sit yourself down, you can tell that Julia’s on her guard. It’s visible it in her body language, it’s evident in her raised heartbeat, and it’s a gut awareness of the other mutant’s suppressed anxiousness. Despite this, she’s still waiting patiently for what you have to say.

“Julia, I know I can't justify losing control and badly hurting you, so I want to apologize because I underestimated my instincts, which I had close calls before; and I don't want to throw away everything we've been doing to help you.” She’s not looking at you, but you can tell she’s listening. “You’re a good person, and you didn’t deserve any of that. You don’t have to forgive me if you don’t want to, but I just wanted you to know that I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t think you were that strong.” She admits, picking at her bandages with a finger. “But thank you, Elise.”

After that, she goes quiet again, and you think you’ve achieved a tentative forgiveness of sorts. You hope the rest can be fixed with time, and, if not, at least you know you tried.

“Matt, you’re okay, right?” You ask him sometime later.

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“Not like I was the one getting beaten the shit out of… but yeah.” He says, and he’s looking at you like you’ve grown a second head. “I think it goes without saying that not everyone has super-regeneration like you— I’m pretty sure you know this already, but just watch what you’re doing to us delicate people.”

In the heat of a fight that pushes you to your limits, it gets increasingly difficult to maintain control of yourself. Though Julia had begun that fight going for the kill, you were the one who brought it to its brutal end.

“Did you know that when the jackass gets confident, he gets annoying as shit?” Matt tells you, breaking you out of your thoughts. “Whatever you do, don’t leave me alone with Valjean, or I might just break his other leg.”

“…might’ve served me right for shitting on you like that last night though.” He mutters, more to himself than you. “You’re not still upset about that, are you?”

“Maybe,” You tell him, a look mischievous growing on your face. “I was planning to throw you in the lake when I got back.”

“What?! No!” But it’s too late for Matt, and his protests fall on deaf ears as he becomes thoroughly soaked.

You’re back on the road again pretty soon.

Somewhere along the way, you stop at a MegaMart to get some food for the others, along with a new shirt for yourself. It feels good not to be on the brink of a wardrobe malfunction. Oddly enough, you notice a box of hair-dye in the mix— hair-dye in bright red.

“Did Julia ask for this?” You ask, examining the box.

“No.” Matt shakes his head. “Valjean did. He said he wanted her to be able to go out in public without being noticed.”

“Does she even remember how to dye her hair?” You wonder aloud, hoping that the hair-dying endeavor won’t end in Julia’s entire face stained red.

“Guess we’ll have to wait and see.” That’s the last thing that’s said before the box is sent back with the rest of the stuff you bought.

Once you drop the other two back off at the warehouse and return back home, you find that John isn’t home quite yet. When you reach into your back pocket for your phone, you notice that your phone is missing.

Mentally retracing your steps, you remember that you’d left it with Matt at the lake, and, knowing Matt, he probably shoved everything in the backpack... and the backpack is back at the warehouse...

>(2/3)
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>>4429416

A teleport later has you reunited with your precious cell phone that was exactly where you thought it would be, but, in the process, you’d also laid witness to quite an unlikely sight; there, at the dingy, little faucet, with a bucket of water and the bottle of hair-dye, is Valjean, dying Julia’s hair for her.

It’s… extremely nice of him, you think, and yoou can’t help but stare, because, in all of your interactions, Valjean never gave you the impression that he would go out of his way for someone else.

“Hey, I’m not sure if your fish powers also extend to your brain or what, but you’ve been staring for the last two minutes.” He puts down the hair dye to rinse off his gloved hands. “Mind telling me what’s so fascinating about me dying her hair?”

>”Nothing at all— I just was thinking that was extremely nice of you to do that for Julia.”
>”Umm…I didn’t know you knew how to dye hair.”
>Say nothing. Get back home.
>write-in
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>>4429430
>”Nothing at all— I just was thinking that was extremely nice of you to do that for Julia.”

>inb4 'someone had to be nice after you brutalized her'
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>>4429430
>”Nothing at all— I just was thinking that was extremely nice of you to do that for Julia.”
"Seeing you helping someone else is quite a rare sight."
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>>4429430
>”Nothing at all— I just was thinking that was extremely nice of you to do that for Julia.”
>"Seeing you helping someone else is quite a rare sight."
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>>4429554
>>”Nothing at all— I just was thinking that was extremely nice of you to do that for Julia.”
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>>4429563
wrong post linked mate
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OP come back
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>>4429704

W R I T I N G.

I blame random errands.
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>>4429437
>>4429554
>>4429563

“Nothing at all— I just was thinking that was extremely nice of you to do that for Julia.” You tell him. “Seeing you help someone else is quite a rare sight.”

“I don’t think being a so-called bad-guy disqualifies me from helping someone out.” He responds, taking a towel to the other mutant’s head. “Someone had to be nice to her after you brutalized her, and I did tell her that I would personally take her to get her hair done, remember?”

“Oh, right.” That’s how Valjean had convinced Julia to make the jump into the bay when you saved them both from the task force.

“How do I look?” Julia asks, looking quite pleased with her newly-colored locks. By some miracle, not a hair looks out of place, and maybe a perk to having hair made out of diamond is that it stays put, unlike your mop of hair that you’re always struggling to tame.

“Great.” You tell her, and you think the color suits her well. However, you realize that Julia really wasn’t asking you the question, as blue eyes are staring very intently at Valjean.

Perhaps it’s the fact that he’s been one of the only people that’s shown her kindness in her amnesiac existence; perhaps it’s the fact that he’s been in almost-constant company with her since you’ve taken her to the warehouse; or perhaps if she really is who Valjean thinks she is, in some deep recess of her mind, she does remember Valjean in a way, which is why the crystalline mutant is currently looking at him like he holds the world in his hands.

“You look beautiful.” He finally tells her, and Julia’s face positively glows. You don’t think you’ve seen her smile like this since you’d taken her from FutureLabs’ control, but it’s a welcome change on the crystalline mutant’s face.

Out of the corner of your eye, you think you see Bernard mouth something to Valjean, but, when you turn around to check, he’s staring out towards some other corner of the room. Perhaps it was your imagination.

“Hey Ellie, it’s almost two o’clock!” Bernard reminds you. “We gotta get goin!’”

“Right!” John could be home any minute, and you don’t want to arrive home after he does.

“What? Got a hot date?” Valjean gibes, smirking at his own joke.

“Nah,” Bernard says. “But you do.” The look on the Crux leader’s face is priceless, and you make your leave immediately afterwards.


>(1/?)

What was Bernard mouthing to Valjean, you may ask?
The answer: h y p o c r i t e
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>>4429765
damn kinda worried about how much importance Julia is giving Pharos here
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>>4429784
Considering she was determined to get a book for him before, now this relation will be tighter and maybe in a future occasion if our relations continue badly he may use her for his plans
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We trust on you OP
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>>4429859

EVERYTIME I SIT DOWN, SOMEONE NEEDS ME FOR SOMETHING. PATIENCE MY GOOD MAN. writing the gainax ending now.
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>>4429765

Of course Bernard has to go back quickly so as to not leave Julia and Valjean alone for long, but it’s not long before you hear the John’s footsteps drawing ever-nearer to your apartment.

“Elise, Matt— I’m home!” John announces his presence. “I suppose you guys survived without me?”

“Kinda.” Matt says. “Elise’s cooking sucks.” Not that you’ve cooked in the past long while, but it’s just the kind of joke that John would want to hear.

“Hey, give her some time. Not everyone can cook as well as me.” John tells him. “Anyways, I really missed you guys, so I’ll take my complementary welcome-home hug now.” And, faster than you can say “broken bone,” he has his arms wrapped around you both.

“What about your broken ribs?” Matt asks, remembering that very important fact.

“Don’t worry.” He tells you both. “As long as you don’t hug me like you lift weights at the gym, I’ll fine.” And you take that as your cue to return the hug.

“I missed you,” You tell him, because John had been occupying your mind a lot during the night before. Seeing him alive and well and happy again fills you with a gratitude above all else.

“You too, Elise.” At that, John only hugs you tighter.

Once already, he’d forgiven you for what you’d done as Kelpie, back in the darkness of the sewers. Deep down, you know that when the time comes, John will easily forgive you again.

Though you can only imagine what Clyde must’ve told him after you left, you push it out of your mind so you can live in the moment, be grateful for John who’s finally home, and enjoy the warmth of your older brother’s hug.

You’re glad that John’s home. You really, truly are.

Whatever you’d do for Matt and Bernard, you’re ready to do the same for John in a heartbeat. You’d even embrace the beast that is yourself if need be, and, if that isn’t saying something about how much you care for them, then you don’t know what does; that’s why you’re determined to control it.

END OF THREAD #07
Hope you all had a good time playing. See you kings next thread!
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>>4429890
Hope you give us news in the Twitter at least or appear on /qtg/ king. I’ve already have 2 qms that disappeared and I don’t wanna another one on the list :(
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>>4429903

I'll shitpost on the twitter for signs of life, and stalking the /qtg/ is a side-hobby of mine, thank you very much...
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>>4429912
Btw are you in high school or college ?
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>>4428058

Also I read some of worm, and I just realized that the trigger event is actually very similar to what the mutants here went through to get their powers, except here it's radiation instead of something internal within the user.

It has something to do with that fakey science stuff I've been dropping when we talked with John sometimes back in the other threads. Fake quantum science and all that.

Finally after eight threads, I've come up with a catchy name for the particles that are basically responsible for making mutants, though I still haven't finished the pastebin for the GOOD fake science explanation.

The super-catchy name: hyperfrequency particles.

Though outside factors contribute to how mutant powers form, as does trauma/association aid in its inducement, the genetics of the user also contribute to how they manifest, which is why the powers of siblings often end up following a certain theme (i.e. Huber siblings and bodily displacement, Braun twins and mental manipulation of things).

To put it simply, when the particle reaction happens to people with similar genetics, they end up with similar types of powers.
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>>4429916

College.
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>>4429890
Thanks for running!

>>4429919
Does this mean we can make a hyperfrequency bomb and turn everyone into muties?
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>>4429995

>Does this mean we can make a hyperfrequency bomb and turn everyone into muties?

Well, certain people are more predisposed to reacting with the particles than others.

Might have an omake coming, which might be a bomb in and of itself...
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Hours ago:

“Hey.” Silence. Nothing but the beeping of a thousand heart-monitors resound throughout the room.“Hey Eddie. I hope you’re doing okay.” You breath, looking down at the body of your once-friend. The reddish-brunette lying on the cot is one of the many souls who sleep onward, completely unaware of the world around them outside the recesses of their own minds.

“The doctor said you’re not in pain or anything, so I guess that’s a positive— I remember him saying that what you’re going through is no different from a very peaceful sleep.” The body lying before you says nothing. “Maybe it’s a good thing though, if you think about it…” You’re not sure if you really mean what you say, because, deep down, you know you’d rather have Eddie awake rather than in a coma.

“Oi— Oi, you bastard.” A very grating and familiar voice interrupts your relative silence. “You gonna keep staring at that hunk of meat all day?”

“What do you want, Clyde?” You’re immediately on your guard, because, wherever the Australian goes, trouble is not far from him.

“I just wanted to let you know the doctor knows. Sorry. Not sorry. But I couldn’t just let him not know— part and parcel of the job.” He tells you, looking at you for a reaction, and, when you give him none, he frowns. “Come on, mate. Mummy and daddy are still alive. It’s not like they wouldn’t welcome them back with open arms if you ended up dying down there.”

>(1/?)
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>>4430016

“My parents haven’t looked at my siblings in five years.” That had been the last time they’d come back to the States. “Well, the delinquent’s an adult now, isn’t she?” Clyde seems to remember that fact.

“Don’t call my sister a delinquent.” You say lowly, angrily, because Clyde shouldn’t have even been near your siblings in the first place.

“Or what?” Clyde mocks, and you can feel his leering grin from directly behind you. You wish you could punch him right in his broken nose, but you can’t. Not right now. “She goes to KIT, I presume. What’s she takin’ as her major anyhow?”

You know she wanted to do something in the STEM field, but, since your parents live and breathe biological sciences, she wanted to do the exact opposite. Whatever she does, you’ll be sure to support her, no matter what. Unless, of course, she suddenly decided she wanted to take on a totally useless major. That’s when you’d do your job as an older brother to guide her in the right direction again.

“Eh, whatever. Doesn’t matter anyhow.” Clyde says after a beat. “Isn’t your younger brother like a kid genius or somethin?’”

“Either get to the point or leave right now.” You’ve had enough of Clyde’s blathering.

“Fine. Fine.” Clyde seems to take the hint. “I just wanted to tell you that Doctor Charles is pissed. Really pissed. Like shit-in-your-corn-flakes pissed.” Though the doctor is rather good about keeping his anger off of his face, he tends to express it through action, rather than words. “Losin’ Pharos was one thing, but Braun was icing on the cake.”

“You called him a hunk of meat.” You remind him.

“I did, but I can do whatever I want. I’m a free man.” A free man that couldn’t care less about anyone else but himself. “I don’t think you understand the value of an agent like Braun, and I doubt you ever will. We lost a fuckin’ rook, mate— a fuckin’ rook to a wannabe Mr. Sandman— after the rook comes the queen, and guess what comes after the queen?”

The answer need not be said. “Does he still think he can rebuild it? The accelerator, that is.”

“Well, I don’t know much about all of that nonsense, but it all depends on whether we can off those bastards or not. Pharos, the M-Guard, and that little escapee…” He tells you. “Ya know if that evidence gets out, FutureLabs is just gonna be swarmin’ with feds. Ugly freakin’ feds…”

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>>4430017

“Anything else?” You ask, because talking to Clyde is just plain exhausting. You just want him to leave so you can leave already.

“He says that the latest test on your blood cells contain an abnormally high amount of hyperfrequency particles, and, although that usually means you’d be a bloody mutant already, you haven’t actually done anything disgusting yet. They may just be latent in any case.”

“When was this test?” You inquire, because not everyone has access to the means to test others for the particle resonance— a phenomenon that needs hyperfrequency particles to happen.

“Last night, ya shitface, but you know as well as I do that the result’s been the same again and again and again. Ever since the incident.” The night where the particle accelerator, to be more precise.

“That means absolutely nothing.” You don’t need to talk about this any longer than you have to, especially not with Clyde. Your health is your health, and it’s none of Clyde’s business to go nosing around for it.

“It does to the doctor, which is why he thinks it’s prudent that you take the serum. Just once.” You already know what he’s talking about: Aurum Impulsum, a serum that amplifies the particle resonance in any one individual.

“And if I refuse?”

“That’s up for the doctor to decide, but I doubt it’s anything good.” The jerk has the nerve to look gleeful about your situation. “Just a dose is enough to activate whatever shit you might have inside of you, but it won’t be enough to kill you. Know that I’ll still be your best friend in the end… HA— your only friend!” At that, he launches into a fit of raucous laughter.

>(3/4)
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>>4430026

“Well, anyway mate, just think about it. Even if you don’t want to, there are a lotta benefits to gettin’ that kinda power.” He tells you after he stops laughing. “First is that you’ll be back in the doctor’s good graces.”

“And the second is that I’ll tell you what really happened to Eddie Braun, because the truth is it wasn’t just Pharos who played a helpin’ hand in it.” You’re staring, and you feel your chest clench, and he revels in the look of shock on your face, because it’s plastered there like a bright neon light. “You’ll still be able to drive with that rib of yours, right?”You nod, listlessly.

“Good, then that means you can still come on down to the labs whenever you want.” He grins, so wide that it looks like it’s going to rip his face in half. “Just don’t tell those bastards of yours, got that?”

Before you can even yell at him for that comment, he’s up and out the door, leaving you with nothing but your thoughts and the sight of your sleeping friend.

Your name is John. John Martins.

And you have a lot to think about.

>(4/4)

THIS IS OFFICIALLY IT!!!
I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED THE THREAD. THIS WAS A DOOZY TO WRITE. Sidenote: Aurum Impulsum has been around since thread #02 and was one of the things in the redacted documents in thread #04.
THANK YOU ALL FOR PLAYING AND SEE YOU NEXT THREAD.
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>>4430040
Thank you for the extra content King
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>>4430042

Yeet. Wanted to kick off my return to Uni in a special way.
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>>4430044
Thanks. Btw that makes me curious as what kinda of power would John acquire. Either something fish/reptile related or any animal-based super body.
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>>4430066

Ever been a QM and wanted to spoil your own quest? That’s me. RN.

MUST. RESIST. URGE.
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>>4430077
I feel you man. Hope to see you soon.
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>>4430066
DINOSAUR JOHN
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>>4429995
So our own Ray Sphere? Sweet.

(The video game Infamous, for those that don't know.)
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Did someone archive this ?
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>>4430558

Yes. Yes I did.
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>>4430585

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Siren_QM
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>>4430589
use http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Mutant%21Quest from now on, because it has thread 1 and 2 instead of just 3 and onward like that link you posted
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>>4430784

Thanks! I keep forgetting that I didn't tag threads #01 and #02 with my trip.
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>>4430449

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zYKupOsaJmk

MEME OPPORTUNITY STATUS: EXPLOITED
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>>4430804
thanks, now can you PLEASE start reading >>4428058 in-between now and next thread?
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>>4430474

If I played vidya, I'd totally play this game-- looks badass af!!!
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>>4430807

Read the first three chapters-- not arc.

Waiting for my schedule to settle before I start on more. I'm paranoid I'll kill a whole day to it if I'm not careful!
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Also for anyone who wants updates on returns-- or signs of life-- here you go: https://twitter.com/QmSiren
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>>4431972
Hi king
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>>4431995
Whaddup.



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