>>25950295
Tyrone Alberswazy
Art

Alfred Lynnell.
No college, someone had to go fight in 'Nam, damn you ungrateful assholes.

>>25950313
>>25950302
No, stop. It's not running.

>>25950313
This is a very good Idea.

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>>25950330
Gibe qst fggt

>>25950337
No it isn't.

>>25950347
You don't see how it would be utterly dreadful? /tg/ playing a handler agent for a program of psychic girls?

>>25950295
Harvey Dredd... Majored in Pre...LAWWWWWH

>>25950295
Adam Compton

Majored in sociology and became a military officer after college.

You better run the damn quest instead of creating a dead thread.

>>25950349
What about Tyrone Alberswazy

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>>25950369
>/tg/ playing a handler agent for a program of psychic girls?
THERE IS ONLY ONE WAY THIS CAN END
AND IT IS CALLED GREATNESS
>implying it wouldn't turn into daughteru quest: the protectening in the first three posts
GUESS WHAT
WE LOVE THAT

>>25950374
Make it sociology and psychology, we'd be the perfect handler.
After that, became a military officer.

Well fuck, come to a consensus at least.

inb4 some gracious Anon steps up to the plate and QMs the quest anyways

>>25950390
That would be wonderful.

>>25950388
I personally would love to follow a artsy black man with an attitudes adventure into the paranormal
however I am probably the only one

>>25950397
Well, run it then.

>>25950302
I second the motion.

>>25950384
>>25950374
These are good.

>>25950416
Good man

>>25950382
>Implying /tg/ wouldn't fuck 'em anyways.

>>25950437
Not if they were cute little lolis, that's more /a/'s territory.

>>25950397
I fear that /tg/ wouldn't enjoy it unless I let them make the character

>>25950449
Do it anyways.

>>25950455
Maybe if I find the time at some point
SASSY
That is what I meant when I said attitude
Sassy black man with a degree in art

Wasn't this basically Silencer before the QM called it quits?

GOD FINE.

Okay, let's break this down:

>Alfred Lynnell
>No degree, but activities in Vietnam brought him to CIA attention. Has proven himself a survivor, and if necessary, a lethal combatant. Is however, irascible and painfully blunt at times. A good guardian for ANTIGONE's project.

>Tyrone Alberswazy
>Art degree. Charisma and inventive attitude brought him to attention of recruiter. Unorthodox methodology, but has great charisma and an ability to build an honest rapport with many that meet him. Though one might raise an eyebrow at his informality, perhaps that is just what the girls of the lab need.

>Adam Compton
>Double major in sociology and psychology, and went from there to serve in Army Intelligence as an officer. Described in one report as "calculating, cunning, and cold." He is very rational, and is intimately familiar with how people work. An ideal candidate to control, if not nurture, ANTIGONE's products.

Not setting the characters in stone, just bullshitting something out. Vote 'em.

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Hey, anybody still remember that Orphanage thing we did a few months back? We had like hundreds of lolis that were somehow captured and turned into cyberpunked killers but whose handlers the protagonists managed to take out. Now they were sitting on like 150 cybered up lolis with blades in their arms, hands that can crush concrete, hacking tools that open up the NASA like a can opener etc. Pic related also came from there.

Anyone got an archive link?

>>25950530
TYRONE ALBERSWAZY

>>25950530
Voting for Tyrone.

>>25950530
Alfred.

NAM FLASHBACKS. Also a contrast to our subjects

>>25950530
Crazy Al.

>>25950530
How can you not want to be a Vietnam vet? They are incredible.

>>25950530
As much as Adam would be really good, I gotta vote for the sassy black man Tyrone

>>25950530
>Adam Compton
>Double major in sociology and psychology, and went from there to serve in Army Intelligence as an officer. Described in one report as "calculating, cunning, and cold." He is very rational, and is intimately familiar with how people work. An ideal candidate to control, if not nurture, ANTIGONE's products.

>>25950550
because sassy black man with an art degree fighting unspeakable horrors in a vain attempt to save the already doomed lolis

>>25950530
>Adam Compton
>Double major in sociology and psychology, and went from there to serve in Army Intelligence as an officer. Described in one report as "calculating, cunning, and cold." He is very rational, and is intimately familiar with how people work. An ideal candidate to control, if not nurture, ANTIGONE's products.


Full JC Denton. Pls.

What have I gotten myself in to.

So many votes, and a tie.

Also, I do think that the losers are well thought out enough in my mind that they'll be hanging around ANTIGONE to interact with.

And be back ups if the protag dies.

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>>25950531
HAHAHA I FOUND IT

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/23205251/

>>25950530
Crazy Al's got my vote.

>>25950571
Okay, how about this.
Make Alfred a black guy who has both 'Nam flashbacks and is a sassy fucker who speaks like Shaft.

>>25950580
>>25950580
if you give me permission
and he's not chosen
I am more than happy to try my had at the tale
of TYRONE ALBERSWAZY

>>25950588
Sassy with 'Nam flashbacks... I won't mind

>>25950583
Alfred Lynnell wins. Writing the next chunk.

>>25950596
Yes. Do this. Please.

>>25950588
Can his last name be Alberswazy
which he says while moving his hand in an exaggerated show of sass

>>25950598
We could also change the name to Tyrone.
Mostly because all the fails are going to be met with "Shit, Tyrone, get it together."

>>25950602
Ok
so Should I start this now or wait

>>25950605
Please, I want this to happen

>>25950596
>>25950602
We can have two competing Handler Quests, that'd be fucking awesome.

>>25950607
Yes, do it now.

>>25950615
Fuck, yes, God do it, yes

>>25950615
Starting after original QM posts first
need to get a feel for the universe
I shall call it
Handler: Tyrone Alberswazy

Tyrone Alberswazy.
Black dude who went to 'Nam, came back with horrible experiences. Got a job as a guard for the Soul Funk Train (or whatever) where he picked up all his sass and funk. After funk and disco died (not to him) he went on as a Private Eye.

How's that.

>>25950631
Perfect

Agent Alfred Lynnel. Hero of Martin's Pisshole- not that that'll go in to any history books. That, and a dozen other little black missions that left black craters and no records. Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia, all the same sweating jungles, screaming corpses, and moral ambiguity. You refused the medals they tried to give you, and tried to refuse the job too until they brought out those tapes, and threatened to tell Major Carnegie exactly what happened in that dark night outside Da Nang. You weren't exactly afraid of dying, but imagining that smug look on Carnegie's face-

"M-Mr Lynnel?" Oh, right. Margaret. You turn and squint at her. She's hyperventilating, cramming herself in to the corner of the car seat, shivering, "I-Is it still there?"

A fly. A fucking housefly. Crawling around on your glove compartment. And it sent her in to a god damn panic attack.

You had seen your best friends rooting through their own guts to try to pick out a grenade, and had to spit out their brains when they blew up in your face, and she was flipping out about a house fly!

"Please? Mr. Lynnel?" She shivers, whispers, "I can still sense it's there."

>[ ] Just kill the fly.
>[ ] Open the window, shoo it out. Fly free little guy.
>[ ] Nope, we're going to toughen this squirt up. Don't do shit.
>[ ] Starlight killed your buddy. She doesn't know what she's doing. Let's go on in.
>[ ] Other.

>>25950675
Just kill the fly.

>>25950675
Kill that Fly
also
I need a bit of info on this universe, just in case

>>25950675
>[ ] Open the window, shoo it out. Fly free little guy
He might turn out to be a useful ally latter on.

>>25950675
"Goddamn kids these days. When I was your age, I had to kill 6 guys! With a rusty spoon! While naked! And you're afraid of a damn fly!"
Open the window and let the thing out, then turn to her and say: "There ya go, squirt. You okay back there?"

>>25950675
>[ ] Nope, we're going to toughen this squirt up. Don't do shit.

Suck it up, princess

>>25950675
>>[X] Open the window, shoo it out. Fly free little guy.
Be a good guy.

>>25950692
>"Goddamn kids these days. When I was your age, I had to kill 6 guys! With a rusty spoon! While naked! And you're afraid of a damn fly!"
>Open the window and let the thing out, then turn to her and say: "There ya go, squirt. You okay back there?"

This.

Make sure to add a long-suffering sigh before letting the fly out.

>>25950702

Also, don't forget folks, we've been described as "irascible and painfully blunt". We are NOT Mr. Good Guy, at least at first (long) glance. Don't be too nice...

>>25950688
>Uhhh. Universe info. I dunno.

>I'm gettin' kind of a late 70s, early 80s spook op kinda vibe from this. Couldn't be too long after the Vietnam war, otherwise they wouldn't hire grandpa here.

>Let's say ANTIGONE is some kind of creepy black ops genetic project that's making psychics. Only they work. Kinda.

>>25950702
>>25950696
>>25950692
>>25950689
Al's seen too much blood. He'll let this one go. Writing.

>>25950702
I third this notion

>>25950718
Ok
so its entirely possible to Have tyrone in a sass fight with a one of those people who can set things on fire with their brain

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>>25950718
Awww Al!

>>25950732
Damn, I can't wait till you make that thread

>>25950732
>I would welcome it wholeheartedly

>>25950732
Tyrone is Alfred's caretaker? You know, Alfred took the kid in because why the fuck not, the government fucked us both for no reason, and I promised your dad I'll take care of you and... Tyrone, I did horrible stuff back there, I had to carry drugs in my ass over the Cambodian border. You ever had your ass stuffed, Tyrone?

>>25950718
1981 - with the election of President Reagan, the CIA has been tasked with finding new ways to ouster the Soviet threat, hence Project ANTIGONE.

>>25950756
Well there was this time with some artsy types
Said all I had to do was be a nude model
I...don't like remembering that night

>>25950774
One is a shell-shocked 'Nam vet who doesn't mess around.
The other is a stone-cold funky private eye who gets all the babes.

Together they fight supernatural crime.

>>25950784
FUND IT

>>25950796
ship it

"God damn kids these days," You grumble, affixing a glare at your charge. Seventeen, too thick glasses, mousy, weak chin, long brown hair, always skinny awkward. Trying her best to compact herself in to a bar and hide between the car door and the seat. What a wuss.

"Ya know, when I was your age-"
"Mr. Lynnel," She whimpers.
"Don't interrupt, now like I was saying," You scoop up the fly with your briefing papers, "When I was your age, I had to actually hunt for my food-"
"No you didn't."
"Yes I did, Margo, but we were too poor for bullets- had to hunt 'em with knives. Raccoons were best- good eating on them," You roll down the window, and usher the fly outside, and then pull it back up, "Honestly, if you don't like flies, I had hate to see you tango with a pack of raccoons with only a layer of grease and a rusty spoon to protect you."
"Yes, Mr. Lynnel," Margaret hisses through gritted teeth, "I would certainly not like that either, now is the fly-"
"Fly's gone squirt," With a final tug, the window shuts, "You okay over there now?"

Margaret gulps, and tentatively opens her eyes. That was the weirdest part. Her eyes were like stained glass. All kinds of weird colors, and never looking at you right, "I, I am now. Thank you, Mr. Lynnel," She gives a sigh, shakes her head, "Hate those. Hate being outside. Too much to focus on."

"Care to focus on the restaurant? That's just one thing."
"One thing, with thirty eight people in it, who are wearing clothes and jewelry, and eating food gnashing it with their teeth, smacking their lips, and and and-" She clenches her fist, shuts her eyes, starts mumbling something, then breathes out, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lynnel. I'm ready now."

>[ ] "Any of them armed?"
>[ ] "You hear anything about Starlight in there?"
>[ ] "Are you sure you're okay?"
>[ ] "Uhhh...How is this shit supposed to work anyway?" Check the manual.
>[ ] Other.

>>25950840
>Check the manual

>>25950840
>>[X] "Are you sure you're okay?"
LITTLE BABY
DO NOT BE AFRAID

>>25950840
"Take your time kid. We've got all day. Damn CIA and their shit, forcing sweet kids like you into this mess."
While she recomposes herself check the manual.

>>25950840
>[ ] Other.
Hit on her.

>>25950870
fug u m8

>>25950872
waifu tiem

>>25950840
>[ ] Other

waifu her

>>25950870
>>25950883
>>25950888
We have Tyrone for that.

>>25950784
Well they're probably handling different girls, but they may work together on occasion.

Alfred probably has a heart of gold underneath the trauma. He may be a jerk but nothing that ttries to hurt Margaret will ever survive the attempt under his watch.

>>25950840
>[X] "You hear anything about Starlight in there?"

"You don't need to pay attention to most of them, just focus on the ones that mention Starlight, those are the ones we're after, ignore the others if it makes it easier. Just focus on the job at hand."

>>25950870
>>25950883
>>25950888
Honestly Margaret is off limits, we're way too old for her and we're both too messed up, it'd just hurt the poor kid. Most we can get is a protective somewhat fatherly role.

>>25950929
ohhhh daddyy... ohhhh

>>25950939
God dammit, know I have a boner

>>25950863
second this

>>25950897
This.

>>25950939
I restate
fug u m8

>>25950949
now*
Fuck

"Ehhh, take five a bit, kiddo," You pop the glove compartment, and pull out the binder of information that Project ANTIGONE had given you, "Lemme just check this."

"Stop calling me kid," Margaret mumbles, but provides no other objection, she stares forward blankly, while you flip through the pages.

"SUBJECT: Margaret.
PURPOSE: Remote reconnaissance, covert surveillance, and __________"

Fun. They actually blacked out sections of the instruction manual. That's just grand.

"Margaret has, in laboratory conditions, been able to pick up conversations from ranges of 432 meters, and managed to relay information gleaned from conversations to testers adequately within ten minutes. Repeated testing of formula 6, applied via syringe (See attached bag for doses, six in total) has made her somewhat dependent on the chemical, but it has the beneficial side effect of providing additional clarity for visual scouting (Described as 'astral projecting'), and impacting memory retention. Use of notes or tape recorder advised if formula 6 is applied. Please be advised not to allow subject Margaret unrestrained access- doses if uncontrolled can put subject in coma, or kill her."

That explains why the office was so keen on you keeping the bag in your pocket.

The rest is the usual hocus pocus bullshit. Stay calm, do not be overly familiar with subject, ensure subject does not survive if she falls in to enemy hands, yadda yadda yadda.

Only real big points is that she hates repetitive noises, and that this drug apparently helps her focus. And that she might get a bit grabby for it.

Yeesh. You shake your head. This is all kinds of uncomfortable. Margaret's weird eyes focus on you.

"Are you done?"
>[ ] "Yeah. Try sighting on the building for me," Let's try a dry run first.
>[ ] "Okay, here's a dose. Tell me what you see." Every minute you're waiting is another minute Starlight might notice you.
>[ ] Fuck it. Go in. Leave this mumbo jumbo crap.
>[ ] Other.

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>>25950894
I like you.

We can assume they are armed, mob gangs always will be.

>[x] "You hear anything about Starlight in there?"

>>25950977
>[X] "Yeah. Try sighting on the building for me," Let's try a dry run first.
don`t mention the drug thing, let`s see if she is so dependant on it that she ask for a dose!
gauge her personallity a bit

>>25950977
Try a dry run first, then give her a small dose if that becomes inconclusive.

I'm tempted to run this as if our character is Frank Castle

It is, by the by, literally 6:00 in the morning here. I may keel over at any minute.

>>25950977
>[ ] "Yeah. Try sighting on the building for me," Let's try a dry run first.

Needles, man. Fuck needles.

>>25951014
So I'm apologizing ahead of time. That was kind of the point of this.

>>25950977
>[ ] "Yeah. Try sighting on the building for me," Let's try a dry run first.

"Just focus Margo, see if anyone is talking about Starlight, let's find who we're looking for first."

And get an audio recorder out and ready, we'll need it soon.

>>25950977
dry run fight.
let's see what she can do

>>25950977
Dry run. We don't like drugs near kids.

>>25951004
>>25951011
>>25951019
>>25951029
In between my insomnia, I should try actually reading what the readers want.

Okay, dry run is the game plan. Try to find people talking about Starlight. Writing.

>>25950977
BE REALLY CAREFUL LITTLE BABY
STARLIGHT ONLY THING YOU NEED PAY ATTENTION TO
FOCUS FOR GREAT SUCCES OF SOVIE- I MEAN CAPITALIST PIGDOGS

>>25950977
Dry run

>>25951014
Completely understandable, are you going to continue this at a later time? I think the concept has potential.

>>25951040
Louie?

You glance at Margo. Then glance at her arms. She's wearing a long shirt for summer.

"Yeah, Margo," You fold the manual shut, and set it aside, "Just, focus on the building like normal. Take a listen- if you hear the word 'Starlight,' focus on that, lemme know if you hear that, okay?"

Margaret looks like she's about to say something, then shakes her head. She brings her legs up (Bellbottoms? This was ANTIGONE's idea of 'covert'?) under her, and folds them like some kind of Tibetan monk. She starts murmuring something over and over and over again. You can see strain on her face.

"Starlight...Yes, Starlight. Three men, second floor, no..." You glance at the building. No second floor you can see. Just another Thai place in this shitty strip mall. She looks perturbed, "Not, second...They, they are talking about...Two years?" Two years ago, your partner was killed in this city, investigating Starlight, "Egh," Her brow furrows and she leans forward, "This, this is a lot harder than, than in the lab."

Her breathing is getting labored as you can see she's straining herself, squeezing her eyes shut. A bit of sweat drips off of her nose.

>[ ] "Okay, that's enough, don't push yourself."
>[ ] "Don't stop kid, not now, not when it's getting good."
>[ ] "Well," Reach in to the bag. Get the formula, and a tape recorder.
>[ ] "I'm going in." I don't know why I keep giving this as an option.
>[ ] Other.

>>25951093
I tried my best

>>25951106
"Okay kid, that's enough. Don't push yourself."

>>25951106
Breathe slowly kid, we don't want you dropping here. Take it easy but keep going.

>>25951106
[X] "Well," Reach in to the bag. Get the formula, and a tape recorder.

Before we inject her ask if she thinks she can handle it and hold her hand so she has something to hold onto for the injection.

>>25951106
>[x] "Well," Reach in to the bag. Get the formula, and a tape recorder.

Only show her one of them. Give her half of it, because she was doing well.

I hope we are still paying attention to the real world. Don't want someone to walk up and pull a gun on us.

>>25951161
drugs are bad mkay

>>25951189
Second

>>25951106
>>25951161
>>25951189
As we do it, put a hand on her leg so she associates the awesome drug high she gets with sexy advances from us.

Conditioning our waifu.

>>25951153
>>25951106
second this

>>25951197
>>25951190
>>25951189
Dosage is go. Writing.

>>25951221
FUCK
>>25951190
THAT WAS NOT A VOTE FOR IT ARGH

>>25951234
Eh? Sorry, I misclicked. Meant to click on >>25951161

You grab the bag out of your pocket, roll it out on your lap. A little bottle with orange liquid in it, and a syringe. You glance up, out of the car. Jesus this is going to look bad.

No, thankfully no traffic on this side of the street. You breath out, take up the syringe, and pull a half dosage of orange.

"Margaret?"
"S-S-Sir, I, I am trying my, my best, please-"
"I've got some formula 6," Her breath catches, though her eyes stay shut. She's gone perfectly rigid at this, "Can you handle it?"

"Yes- yes sir- agh!" She shakes her head, and opens her eyes in frustration, "I lost it! I was doing so well too, oh well," She rolls up her sleeve, and sure enough, there's the marks of needles there, "I'll definitely be able to do it with this."

This is pretty fucked, you think as she holds her arm out to you. You're pretty sure that somewhere, an after school special is exploding from the sheer irony of an agent of the United States government shooting up a teenage girl with drugs. God bless America.

You've had plenty of practice at this from your time in 'Nam. You push it in, and then she frowns.
"Wait, that's only a half dose."
"You were doing so well," You murmur bringing the needle back. Damn, this kid was experienced, "Figured you wouldn't need more than half."
"You're not a doctor!" She's irritated by this. "Every time I've been, I've been, HELPED, Doctor Johnson gave me a full dose!"

>[ ] Wait it out until the drug hits.
>[ ] You're her handler- make it clear that when out in the field, YOU make the decisions.
>[ ] Well. You AREN'T a doctor. Give the rest of the dose.
>[ ] Other.

>>25951335
>[ ] You're her handler- make it clear that when out in the field, YOU make the decisions
Tell her we were only given one full dose and that if she uses it all now she won't have any later.

>>25951335
>[X] Wait it out until the drug hits.

She'll forget about this soon enough, a stern stare by us wouldn't hurt though.

>>25951335
>[x] You're her handler- make it clear that when out in the field, YOU make the decisions.

yeah lets not let the little girl decide the dosage

>>25951335
>[ ] You're her handler- make it clear that when out in the field, YOU make the decisions.
Say that we're not going to give her a full dose if we don't think she needs it.

>>25951335
[X] You're her handler- make it clear that when out in the field, YOU make the decisions.

Keep our voice low and firm. "And I'm not Doctor Johnson. Just focus on your mission Margaret, take a deep breath, that's an order. Everything will be just fine, I know you can do this."

>>25951335
Drugs are bad, kid. This should be enough anyway.

>>25951394
>>25951393
>>25951391
>>25951380
Handlin'. Writing.

>>25951419
Me flipping between the two quests is going to be confusing. Sorry folks.

>>25951421
Don't worry, this is great. That and the fact you have no sleep.

"Kid," You put the last of the drug away, and disassemble the syringe, to Margaret's horror, "I am in charge here, not Doctor Johnson."
"But Doctor Johnson said-"
"No, we're not going to be talking about Doctor Johnson here," You give her a stern glare, "Back in Nha Trang, I had a very good fucking friend of mine, man three times as big as you go out chasing the dragon from a needle no bigger than this one. Pushed the plunger in, and pft," You snap your finger, "Heart stopped," Well. That, the shrooms, mouthful of pills, and the ministrations of two very cheap hookers, but you don't tell her that part, "I don't know what's in this shit, but I can tell you, you were doing real well without it as it is. Just take a deep breath, and focus on your mission Margeret, okay?"

She sullenly glares away. Jesus Christ, if you knew that you'd be in this position...

"That's an order," Somewhere inside, a part of your soul that had years upon years of shit kicking from brass vomits hate, "Everything's gonna be fine kid. I know you can do this."

"Stop calling me kid," Mumbles Margaret, her weird eyes getting glassier and unfocused, "I'm...Seventeen..."

She stares dead ahead. Your signal, you suppose. You flip on the tape recorder, and starts talking.

"Men on second floor, discussing starlight," There she goes on again about a second floor.

"Focus."
Her eyes look up a bit, and then she starts narrating, switching between doing possibly the worst Boston accent you've ever heard in register of squeak, and a rather well done Brooklyn accent in a teenage girl's attempt at a deep voice.
"'Never found out, did he?' 'Nah, chowdahead ain't ever hoid of such a thing, tought it was sum kinda miracle-' 'And dat's why you got the collar?' 'Nah, oim goin' to a pahty, whaddya 'tink, wise guy? Gotta go back soon for that anyway, remember, I ain't never was been here,' 'Whadever ya say, Mikey- you keep 'dem crystals moving, and we get you da talent, and we golden.' Man with pistol. Behind."

>>25951515
You were chuckling at her impromptu voice acting, but THAT made you bolt upright. But she's back to narrating.

"'Speakin' a talent, you hear from the Directa recently? Jeepers creepers, lookit dem peepers!'"

Did she mean behind the men? Or behind the car? You glance around afraid. Shit. There were a lot more people walking around the car now. She continues to drone on. You can't see anybody suspicious from where you're sitting at the moment, but...

You're not even fucking armed. This was supposed to be a milk run!

>[ ] Keep an eye on Margaret. Don't lose sight of the asset.
>[ ] Get out of the car, get a clear view of the situation.
>[ ] Abort, abort! Evacuate!
>[ ] Other.

>>25951538
>>[X ] Keep an eye on Margaret. Don't lose sight of the asset.
also get your gun out, lock and load. never sleep

>>25951538
See if she can keep it up while driving around the block. See if any car follows too

>>25951571
>You're not even fucking armed.

>>25951538
>>[ ] Keep an eye on Margaret. Don't lose sight of the asset.

>>25951571
>you're not even fucking armed
This is a mistake we must never repeat. We aren't safe just because we're on the homefront.

>>25951538
>>[ ] Other.
the recorder is doing its job, lets keep 1 eye on Margaret and 1 on our situation, be aware of the foot traffic around the car

>>25951583
don`t get mad little`un, it`s only make-believe.

>>25951607
I'm not getting mad, I'm quoting the quest.

>>25951571
>>25951585
>>25951599
Eye is being kept on Margaret. Also, of course looking around as well- I didn't phrase that option right. Writing.

You breathe carefully, getting a grip. No gun, no fucking gun, not even a knife- god damn it, they said it was dangerous, that you were having flashbacks, not mentally stable, but what's mentally stable when you're pushing weird orange shit in to a little girl's veins man, what's stable about that, and not having a gun!

Chill, chill, you realize you're sweating, loosen the tie. You have to keep it together, don't freak out, not here, not in front of the kid. Who's still talking.

"'Swear I had nothing to do with that.' 'Nothing? Nothing to do with that? You can fucking lie to God all you like in your big fancy stone and glass building, but you're not lying to me, now talk, talk or I swear ta god,' 'Talk about what!' 'About two years ago- who the fuck squealed to Frank?'" Frank? Frank was your partner, "'I don't know no Frank-' 'Really? Hope your memory gets better in 5-' 'I swear to God, Mitchell, swear to God-' 'God seems pretty distant these days, Padre, 3-' 'Lemme look, huh? Lemme look around, I'll find out for ya-' 'What, so you can snitch to the next guy? You think I'm stupid? Time's up. Pat-' 'NOOOOOOO!'" She screams it, loud enough to cause people to look at the car, and then she flops forward in the seat, and makes a 'Plat' noise, and then 'drip, drip, drip'.

You didn't hear anything. People are walking by the car, confused. You look at the Thai place.

"'Hey, Pat-'" Margaret is speaking again, Brooklyn style, "'I got a weird feeling, somebody's watching. Wanna go check out front?'"

Hm. Well, you do have a camera for a reason. But you also see that Margaret's gotten a bloody nose.

>[ ] Get the camera out. Let's see if we can take a picture of Pat.
>[ ] Rouse Margaret. Get her out of this wacky coma.
>[ ] Drive man!
>[ ] Other.

>>25951719
>>[ ] Rouse Margaret. Get her out of this wacky coma.
But grab the camera too if we can, and be ready to fucking bail.

>>25951719
>>[ ] Rouse Margaret. Get her out of this wacky coma.
but be ready to bug out

>>25951719
We need to get the fuck out of here. Only a block or two though, then we rouse the girl. Then get a camera and go back to see what we can see.

>>25951740
I'll second this

>>25951732
Second

>>25951719
>>[ ] Drive man!
just change our spot, to many people are looking at us atm

>>25951732
>>25951736
>>25951753
Rousing is go. Writing.

>>25951719
>Get the camera out. Let's see if we can take a picture of Pat.

I can guarantee that if this wasn't obvious waifu bait no one would want to take care of the grill first

"Kid, kid, c'mon kid," You grab Margaret's shoulders, get her upright, but her glass eyes are still unfocused and staring around, "Up and at 'em squirt, c'mon," That blood is still coming out of her nose in a stream, starting to drip off of her chin on to her clothes. There're a few people starting to stop and watch. Christ, why isn't this kid waking up, earlier she had to put all of her effort to fucking focus, and now she's just-

Focus, focus, FOCUS.

"Margaret," You grab her by the shoulders, and try to get her to look you square in the eyes, but her head keeps rolling around, and she keeps mumbling things, "Listen to me. I am your Handler, Agent Lynnell, and you need to wake up, eh? C'mon, I, I, I'll give you some formula 6 if you're good!"

"'Oh yeah, there you are,'" You hear her mumble, in that weird Brooklyn accent of hers, in a strange deep voice, "'Heh. Heh. Heh,'" She raises her head, manages to get one eye looking at yours, "'They nevah, evah, evah, see you comin' Pat."

Her nice, pretty white blouse is just soaked in blood now.

There's a woman knocking on your window. Looks old. "Is she alright?" You hear her shout through the glass.

>[ ] Kick the kid out of the car and go.
>[ ] Well shit, the doctors can look at her and tell you what went wrong, just gooooo.
>[ ] You're not giving up on this. Pinch her. Hard.
>[ ] Maybe more formula 6 will work?
>[ ] "Leave her out of this you bastard!"
>[ ] Get out of the car. Find this guy, confront him head on.
>[ ] Other.

>>25951846
>>[ ] You're not giving up on this. Pinch her. Hard.
finger in anus

>>25951846
>[ ] You're not giving up on this. Pinch her. Hard.

>>25951846
Go. Full speed out of here.

>>25951863
That was
>[ ] Well shit, the doctors can look at her and tell you what went wrong, just gooooo.
if that weren't clear.

>>25951846
Give a thumbs up to the woman and look to see if you can see anyone that might be the two she was imitating.
Then pinch her.

>>25951881
>>25951859
>>25951855
Okay, calling it for a waking attempt. Writing.

"Yeah, ma'am, everything's fine!" You turn to the woman to give a thumb's up, no, not the left hand, you got blood on that one, the right. You look back to Margaret, sigh, "Sorry kid, desperate times."

You pull her arm out straight, reach out, and grab between knuckle and finger the skin just above the elbow, and twist.

It doesn't seem to have an effect for a moment, and then her eyes flutter and sharpen and she cries out in pain, "Gah! Ow! Wha- why-" She blanches suddenly, a terrible look on her face, and shouts, "Get us out of here! Please, just go!"

A slope headed giant is walking out in to the road now, directly ahead of you. A strange white shirt, and one of those puffy yellow vests. He's wearing what look like welder's gloves. He's easily nearly seven feet, nearly all muscle. He has a benign smile on his face. He isn't looking at you. He's looking at her.

>[ ] Drive through him.
>[ ] Drive around him.
>[ ] Reverse.
>[ ] Get out of the car. Big doesn't mean he knows how to fight. You were in 'Nam.
>[ ] Other.

>>25951937
[X] Reverse, and ask the kid if she knows anything.

>>25951937
Hit him with the car, grab his pice and shoot him with it then drive off like it ain't no thing.

>>25951937
Look at where he's looking, if things look bad, reverse

>>25951937
>>[ ] Get out of the car. Big doesn't mean he knows how to fight. You were in 'Nam.
protect the bloody girl, kidneypunce hom, grab his piece and pistolwhip him to the ground

>>25951973
Well, he's looking at Margaret who appears to be gasping, crying, and trying her best to cover her eyes, and is still bleeding like a faucet from her nose. I dunno if you think that counts as bad or not.

>>25951937
>Other.
Point at the guy and scream "TERRORISR!"
We are in America after all, he's gonna get mobbed

>>25952001
Too early for that, yell COMMUNIST!

>>25951937
>[x]Drive through him

We need to get out of here. Plus:

>"They nevah, evah, evah, see you comin' Pat."
I'm pretty sure this isn't Pat.

>>25952000
Shit, missed that.
Reverse and get the hell out then

Okay, we got two for reverse, and two for ramming speed. I think.

Can we get a tie breaker?

>>25952050
ramming sped!
tell the girl to fasten her seatbelt(us to)

Rolled 1

>>25952050
Right, course not.

>>25952074
Welll fff. Thank you.

Ramming speed it is.

"Get your seatbelt on, Margaret," You pull your seatbelt on yourself.
"A-Agent Lynnel?"
"Seatbelt! On!" She straps it on with shaking hands. You wait until you hear it click.

The Mountain That Wears Gloves is walking to your car, eyes still set on Margaret.
"Margaret," You rev the car, causing damn near everyone to walk away. Everyone except big and ugly, "Shut your eyes."

Margaret obliges. You pull off the brake, and floor it. The tires on your car squeal, and away you go.

Margaret shouts something. What the Hell did she say?

>Roll me 1d20. Best of 3.

Rolled 13

>>25952115

>raping Lady Luck!

Rolled 8

>>25952115

>>25952115
Lets do this.

>>25952115

Rolled 17

>>25952115

Rolled 4

>>25952133
FUCK.

Rolled 6

>>25952115
SPLAT!

>>25952137
Wrong field
I need sleep

>>25952125
>>25952129
Luck be a...
>>25952141
Lady. Writing.

"LEFT!" Margaret is shouting, "LEFT!"

You jerk hard on the wheel, banking left- you were just heading straight for that guy, why would she be asking-

You car fishtails, hard, as SOMETHING hits the right side, something around the big looking guy, something that shears off the right hand mirror, shatters the windows on the right side, and emits a god awful noise that nearly deafens you for a minute. You blink. The tall man wasn't there. He wasn't there at all. There was a CAR. What the shit? You were sure there was nobody in the street!

You glance up. On the left hand side. The giant again, standing in front of the brick siding of an alleyway. This time, no benign smile. He looks like he's focusing, hard, on that big misshaped chrome dome of his. He looks at you, frowns, lifts his gun-

>[ ] Teach him a valuable lesson about a rock and a hard place. A hard roll will be required.
>[ ] Keep Margaret down, keep yourself between the bullets and her, and drive! A not very hard roll will be required.
>[ ] Other.

Rolled 7

>>25952215
>>[ ] Teach him a valuable lesson about a rock and a hard place. A hard roll will be required.
One punch, two hits!
I hit you, you hit the ground!
mother
fucker

>>25952215
>[x ] Keep Margaret down, keep yourself between the bullets and her, and drive! A not very hard roll will be required.

Gotta evac fast! And report to HQ that the enemy got psionics.

>>25952215
Keep margret down and drive.

>>25952215
>[ ] Keep Margaret down, keep yourself between the bullets and her, and drive! A not very hard roll will be required.

Rolled 18

>>25952236
Seconding

>>25952247
>>25952246
>>25952238
>>25952236
Overwhelming demand for drive motherfucker drive.

Gimme 1d20, three rolls.

Rolled 12

>>25952255

Rolled 14

>>25952255
floor it!

Rolled 10

>>25952255

>>25952275
>>25952272
>>25952269
Hmm.

Okay, writing.

Rolled 16

>>25952255
They see my PTSD, they hating

"Get down!" You grab Margaret by the shoulder pushing her down, and try to crouch yourself as best as you can while still able to see over the dashboard. You hear the characteristic noise of a makarov. Pop. Your windshield spiderwebs. Pop. You're back underneath black skies outside of Da Nang. Pop. Window on the left side joins its brother in the great glazier in the sky. Pop. White flares, coming down on little parachutes, illuminating the landscape like some kind of hellish moonscape, white and black. Pop. You feel something hot and small and sharp go through your side. Pop. You're on a boat, alone. There used to be other men on it, but not any more. Pop. That one embeds itself in the frame of the car.

Then you're clear. On the way back to base.

"Why didn't you give me my full dose?" Margaret whispers, hands up on her nose. You glance over. No shots hit her. Good. You lean back, and suddenly realize your body really doesn't want to.

"You were fine without it, you could do your job."
"I didn't want to REMEMBER!" She shouts, sitting up straight, tears in her eyes, "I hate it! I hate remembering it! I didn't want to see," She futilely tries to clean her face, rubbing the back of her sleeve across her face, "I don't want to remember...But now I will! I'll, oh, oh God," she murmurs folding up again, sobbing.

You try to bring yourself back, slowly, but god, it burns like fire. You bite your lip not to scream. Girl couldn't know, "I can understand that, really," You lean back into the seat, and suddenly get very short of breath. Just ten minutes more, and you'll be back at the lab, and they can look at Margaret.
"No you don't," she sullenly whispers, head in her hands, "Oh God. He saw me. They're not supposed to be able to do that."
"Yeah," You really are trying your best to follow along with the conversation, but man your eyes are getting heavy now.
She sniffs, wipes her nose again, but only succeeds in smearing the blood. She glares at you- but then freezes.

"Oh, ohmigod! You got shot!"
"It's not nearly as bad as it looks," You really wish she had just kept on the temper tantrum. Let's see, left at the park...
"No, no that is BAD! Dr. Johnson, he said, oh no, oh no Lynnel, that's bad! That's, that's a chest wound!"
"Well, actually, he got me in the back, so I don't know if that counts," You mumble, REALLY trying to put this out of your head, okay, and there's the building with that wacky modern art out front, go two blocks past it, get to the parking garage. Meanwhile, Margaret is starting to freak out.
"I, I, I am so sorry, I, oh no, this just like what Anna says, she's so right, I get so selfish, wait I could put on a tourniquet, put pressure on the wound-"
"Look, I'm fine, really," You lie, "We're almost there anyway, so cut it out with the histrionics-"
"You might be dying! Look, look, there's a hospital!" She points at the nice, squeaky clean building that you vaguely remember has a saint in the name, "Look, just go there!"
"With a secret black ops genetic experiment in the passenger seat?" You cough. Just two more blocks, hold out until then, "You still high?"
"Look," Margaret gets logical now, raises both hands, "If you get in a car wreck, same thing will happen, right? So, come on, just pull in there, you'll die otherwise!"

Funny kid. She still can work tears in to her eyes behind those stupid googly glasses of hers.

>[ ] Like fuck I will kid. Just calm down. I am not going to explain to the cops why I have a strange girl in my car.
>[ ] ...Okay, you might have a point.
>[ ] Other.

Rolled 13

>>25952441
>>[x] ...Okay, you might have a point.
"indulge her" make her think we need her, if we get her emotionally attached to us we might get her off the drug more easily.

>>25952441
>[ ] Like fuck I will kid. Just calm down. I am not going to explain to the cops why I have a strange girl in my car.
I'm sure Johnson can patch us up.
And we might me Tyrone

Rolled 16

>>25952441
>[ ] Like fuck I will kid. Just calm down. I am not going to explain to the cops why I have a strange girl in my car.

We are so going to fuck up the "Do you pass out while driving" roll

Hey I must ask, do the Subjects of Project ANTIGONE stay at some government facility, stay with their handlers, or live with their families

>>25952492
Nah we got this
>Nat 1

Rolled 8

>>25952441
>[ ] Like fuck I will kid. Just calm down. I am not going to explain to the cops why I have a strange girl in my car.

>>25952498
Ehh. I'm thinking they live at the government facility. I also see the Handlers living at the government facilities as well. However, anything else you have in mind, go ahead and do.

Project ANTIGONE kids don't have parents or families.It's considered impolite to bring it up.

>>25952507
>>25952492
>>25952489
Okay. 1d20+4, since this is a specialty of Alfred's. However, a nat 1 will still suck. Gimme three rolls.

>>25952441
>[x] Like fuck I will kid. Just calm down. I am not going to explain to the cops why I have a strange girl in my car.

Rolled 9 + 4

>>25952528

Rolled 7 + 4

>>25952528

Rolled 5 + 4

>>25952528

Rolled 18 + 4

>>25952528

Rolled 12 + 4

>>25952528

>>25952535
>>25952540
>>25952541
Hah, you guys.

>>25952542
>>25952543
HAHA, YOU GUYS.

Okay, writing.

Rolled 7 + 4

>>25952535
>>25952540
>>25952541
Yeah, we fucked it.
>>25952542
Oh for fuck's sake

Rolled 17 + 4

>>25952542
Daaaaaamn
Too bad it's late

>>25952553
At least we got a +4 mod.
Too bad it's probably a DC 15 or higher check

>>25952570
We'll probably pass out either right when we get there or just before. Hopefully

>>25952578
Well, whenever the GM laughs...

"Margaret," You groan, straining to keep your eyes open, "Just stay calm, I've done this before."
"You, you have to be kidding me-" Margaret leans over the seat to scream right in your ear, which really isn't helping the situation, "You're going to fucking DIE!" A part of you wonders who taught her that word. Hell, who taught YOU that word? You remember thinking you invented it, and then getting spanked for running around the house yelling it.

"Kid," You whisper.
"I'm not a kid, stop saying that," She hisses, as you drive on.
"Whatever, listen," You really shouldn't be saying this, you think. Gotta save your strength. But you guess her pessimism has gotten to you, "If I pulled in to that hospital, the first thing they would have asked is who the hell you were."
"I'm Margaret, what else is there to know?"
"Well, plenty. Like, why you got those weird eyes, Margo?"
"That, my eyes aren't weird!"
"No, they're pretty. But not the pretty people are used to," You're rambling now. That's a bad sign. You see a red light coming up. No one's passing through though. You gun it. Might be able to squeeze a bit more time out if you cut this light.
"That, that, well, thank you Mr. Lynnel," She's flustered, looking away. Good. Don't ask about the blood.

Skipped that light. Good. Just one more red light, and then you're in the parking garage.

"So, they might ask you questions. And, you wouldn't have answers, would you?"
Margaret doesn't respond initially, she looks distantly, "No, no, Mr. Lynnel-"
"Exactly, you wouldn't have answers, I'm trying to," You swallow some blood, gun the engine. Just one more street, one more light, "Trying to help you-"
"LYNNEL! STOP THE CAR! DON'T-"
You're aware of a screech of rubber. Fuck. Well, at least he's coming on the driver's side. And Margaret's still buckled up. That's good too. Deafening noise.

You car spins, momentarily on two wheels before it rights itself, staying on four, spinning leaving a curling trail of burnt rubber.

>>25952698
I..uhh...Well shit..We half-robot now?

You can't really hear all that well. You just hear noise, as if from very far away.

Fucking driving with a chest wound. What were you thinking? She's shouting down at you. Her blood covered face, her stupid glasses cracked, and those weird, weird eyes.

Thinking of a cult that has psychics of their own, maybe. Of a hospital that might have somebody working for one of the fastest growing religions in America. Of a conversation about talent scouting.

You're in front of the parking garage. Pretty soon, somebody'll be out. They'll get her picked up, brought home.

Maybe you'll get fixed too. You don't know. You feel really damn comfortable. You close your eyes, and sleep on the concrete.

>And that's it for me. I'm really god damn tired. Another time, maybe gents.

>>25952732
I'll await your return
someone archive this one

>>25952732
Okey dokes, see you around.

>>25952743
Well, I've taken the grimdark route. I think I like your fun humorous route better. I look forward to reading it.

>>25952761
Yeah I can tell, can't wait till they inevitably meet
also you should archive this before you head out
just to be sure
and wow I didn't expect shit to go this sour so fast for Mr. Lynnel

This is a lot like Silencer Quest.

>>25952761
I like it so far. And I would archive it, but I'd rather not mess up the tags or someshit

>>25952797
No meido outfits yet.

>>25952804
>but I'd rather not mess up the tags or someshit

Handler Quest, Collective Game, psychic, girls, vietnam survivor, survivor

Done. Those are the tags.

You really only need the first two.

>>25952804
just do it
put int QM's name
the quest's name
and some minor details

>>25952828
>>25952833
Done, forgot the QM's name fuck me.

>>25952797
Tell me about Silencer Quest.

Should this quest continue?

>>25952941
I find it interesting so yes, I would like that.

>>25952941
I'm enjoying it, so I think so

>>25952941
hell yeah

>>25952941
Yes

>>25952887

It's a similar quest, but we handle a "tamed" Witch and we go on missions hunting and arresting witches.

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

>>25952732
That character is either dead or going to be in the hospital for a while. His ability to fight has been weakened considerably by not possessing a weapon. So he would have had to fight the enemy a buff psychic with his hands and anything he could find. If he had gone in the building or stepped out the car he would have been done for. Ambiguous morality, bad fighting odds, strange situation.

Maybe they need an adult with a touch of psychic ability. The guy who has the knack to do things, a six sense, and has done almost everything he put his mind to.

>>25952941
ttly

>>25952941
yes. Fuck yes. I'll try and draw Margaret and Lynnel after my beauty sleep

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>>25954444
Don't forget the funny eyes and the hardboiled as fuck investigator-style Lynnel.