>Current Funds: $112.3
>Present Time: 15:26 PM
>Hunger Level: 4

>[ ] Go down with Laura.
>[ ] Go down alone.
>[ ] Go down visible.
>[ ] Go down invisible.
>[ ] Write in.

>>29927931
>[ ] Go down invisible.

Laura knows her stealth training, but we can make her invisible as well for now.

Should really get her to train us when we go for the college creep.

>>29927931
>[x] Go down invisible.

>>29927931
Both of us should go in together. Both invisible.

>>29927923
>[ ] Go invisible, scout the place, join back up with Laura and come up with a plan.

As long as we're doing this, lets not go in guns blazing.

>>29927999

Second

>>29927931
>Go down with Laura
>Go invisible

>>29927931
>[ ] Go down invisible with Laura and Scout it out first. Smell for things like gun powder to see who's packing heat or not.

>>29927931
>>[ ] Go down invisible.

we go in invisible, Laura goes in and asks to use the bathroom. she waits in a stall while scope out the place, looking for money, drugs, potential hostiles, etc, and then alert Laura for potential combat and or if we just leave.

>>29927931
>[ ] Go down invisible, check out the place, return to Laura.Try not to have poeple bump into invisible us while doing it.

>>29927931
>>[ ] Go down with Laura.
>>[ ] Go down visible.
Level 4 invisible go.

>>29927923
did you check out the past suggestions for agility?

>[X] Go down with Laura.
>[X] Go down invisible.

You offer your hand to Laura, and she stares at it for an uncomfortable few seconds before realizing what you have in mind. Her warmth nestles into your palm and you feel, like cold silk, the cloying strangeness of invisibility closing around the two of you. She blinks, unused to the sensation, and nods for you to continue.

Treading lightly, you head downstairs. The walls are dim, washed-out shade of red, lit by a succession of those sort of bowl-shaped lights. They’re tinted orange, and paint across the crevices of the building the lurid impression of dying flames. You remember that. It always reminded you of the stories your mother used to read, of descending into Tartarus.

The narrow stairway opens up into a large, dim room populated by a smattering of tables and booths, their wooden frames reeking of alcohol. The bar stands to one side, where two employees chat idly. As expected, there aren’t many people around at this hour – there’s a few people talking in some of the booths, as well as what looks like a young couple at one of the tables, but that’s it.

>[ ] See if Laura can pinpoint the scent of narcotics.
>[ ] See if you can do it instead.
>[ ] Just check out all the booths one by one.
>[ ] Listen in on the bartenders.
>[ ] Write in.

>>29928198
>>29927923
>Contort:
JJ muscles and bones become more flexible, and almost detachable, allowing him to bend and contort himself in otherwise impossible ways, or squeeze into otherwise impossible spaces.
>Elastic:
His body's elasticity increases to the point where jj can stretch his limbs beyound the normal range, And his body as a whole becomes much more difficult to harm through blunt trauma.

hyper dexterity/ hands on feet

tremor sense feel through ground and walls like echolocation in our feet/hands

How about body language mimicry that allows to accurately mimic the movements and bodylanguage of other people.
When used against martial arts however, you can perform the moves, but the problem is that you don't exactly have the experience nor the foundation to use the said moves effectively.

>Shocking Physique
>Strength 3, Electrostatic Touch 4
JJ can channel electricity into his muscles, adding a temporary boost in strength.

How about we split up bullet time into two parts where the first part lets you think and react quicker, while the added on version forces your body to move fast

>>29928198
I did. Expect stuff to be added.

>>29928311
>>[ ] See if Laura can pinpoint the scent of narcotics.
>>[ ] Listen in on the bartenders.
She has better nose than us and we have better ears then her.

>>29928311
>[x] See if Laura can pinpoint the scent of narcotics.

her nose is better, we'll keep a lookout while she sniffs 'em out

>>29928344
Hey Crusty, would wings be a suitable power?
Req: strength 3, agil 2.

Just got this image of JJ spreading them and then turning invisible, prompting an "oh shit" from anyone hes fighting.

>>29928311
>[ ] See if Laura can pinpoint the scent of narcotics.
>[ ] Listen in on the bartenders.

>>29928370
Winged Flight is a full-on mutation you will have the opportunity to access later.

>>29928370
what is it with people and wings?
Also that shit is an extra body part.

>>29928370
its going to be its own mutation
Trust me ive been waiting for it

>>29928370
I imagine flying would be a non-explorative power.

>>29928311
>>[ ] See if Laura can pinpoint the scent of narcotics.

>>29928400
Thanks for the answer.

>>29928311

>[ ] Listen in on the bartenders.
>[ ] See if Laura can pinpoint the scent of narcotics.

>>29928311
>>[ ] See if Laura can pinpoint the scent of narcotics.
>>[ ] Listen in on the bartenders.

Rolled 13

lets rev up them dice.(i think senses level 4 should allow us to hear them this close, but just in case we need dice to not make noise/bump into anyone.)

>>29928409
Because people want to go full dragon.

>>29928311
>>>[ ] See if Laura can pinpoint the scent of narcotics & >[ ] See if you can do it.
If we can't we'll:
>>>[ ] Listen in on the bartenders.

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We've only got lvl 3 senses.

Rolled 13

>[X] See if Laura can pinpoint the scent of narcotics.

Rolling for Laura. She, of course, has a +5 modifier for her sense of smell.

>[X] Listen in on the bartenders.

Make a Stealth Check.

>DC12
>+4 Modifier

Rolled 3 + 4

>>29928526

Rolled 14 + 4

>>29928526

Rolled 9 + 4

>>29928526

Rolled 1 + 4

>>29928526

Rolled 17 + 4

>>29928526
CRACKBITCH NO BITCHING

Rolled 7 + 4

>>29928520
ah my bad, i mixed it up with invisibility.(though we should get senses level 4 since it allows us to know where the creeper is)

>>29928539
thank god.
>>29928557
Thank god your late.

>>29928311
>as what looks like a young couple at one of the tables


Dare I think it?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DB-k5r1XjWI

>>29928539
>18
>success!

You lean in close to Laura, keeping your voice low. You may be invisible, but you’re not inaudible. She flinches a little – it’s almost nothing, imperceptible upon her features, but you feel it race minutely across her fingertips – and angles her ear toward your mouth. The scent of her hair and the sweetness of the blood pumping in her veins bunch together under your nostrils.

“Could you pinpoint that smell?” You whisper. She considers it for a moment and nods, sniffing the air as quietly as she can manage.

You turn your attention to the two employees chatting at the bar, tugging the both of you a little closer.

“…No, it’s definitely weird. I mean, it just came totally out of the blue.” The voice belongs to the shorter, slighter of the two men. The other shrugs in a carefree manner and glances across the bar.

“Nothing we can do. He’s alright, then?”

“Dunno. I guess? I didn’t even see him before he took off. He must’ve been in one hell of a hurry if he didn’t even bother texting you.” The guy pauses, throwing a conspiratorial glance over either shoulder, and leans a little closer to the other. “How’re you finding his brother? Doesn’t he seem kinda cree”–

“I’ve found it.” Interjects Laura, snapping you away from the conversation. She points toward a booth in the corner. You can only just about make out a hint of someone sitting inside.

>[ ] Check them out.
>[ ] Pull back, discuss stuff with Laura. [insert stuff]
>[ ] Jump them.

>>29928813
>[ ] Check them out.

>[ ] Check them out.

Sorry about the slowness there. I had to wrestle with the captchas a bit.

>>29928813
Listen to that conversation some more, then
>[ ] Check them out.

>>29928813
>[ ] Jump them.
THE TIME HAS COME AND SO HAVE I

>>29928813
>[ ] Check them out.

>>29928861
Where's your 4chan pass?

>>29928813
>>[ ] Check them out.
did the guy get spooked or something?(also i'm happy that we are doing this sneaky and not like some people wanted.)

>>29928813
>>[ ] Check them out.

>>29928813
>>[x] Check them out.

Rolled 18 + 4

>>29928813
>>[ ] Check them out.

>>29928813
>Check them out
Assuming that the conversation we just listened in on referred to our mark, it sounds like the Creeper replaced a soft target with someone harder. Might want to confirm or refute that before attacking.

>(1/2)
>[X] Check them out.

You tread quietly down the aisle separating the tables from the short line of booths, your mind quietly churning, spitting out a parade of imagined silhouettes for the man in the corner. As you get closer, he slowly comes to life in your sense of smell – strawberry milkshake paints him as small for some reason, and then fresh sweat – soaked through cotton fabric, a hoodie, joggers maybe – paints him as lithe and athletic. You think you smell hair dye, and that produces images of youth and eccentricity, of slouched postures, of swaggers. And then the soft acidity of perfume adds tits to the picture. She, not he.

You turn in to look down at the person sitting in the booth, and time bunches, quickening, fading, seething.

You catch a frenzy of blue hair cut to across one side of an otherwise short-shaved head. Dark, mocha skin. Full lips pursed around a straw, the glimmer of metal along thin eyebrows. Eyes like fire.

Huh. She cut her hair.

>(2/2)

You are John James Green.

You’re fifteen, though not for much longer.

You’re wearing a school uniform. It’s not yours, and even after a few times in and out of the neatly-tailored fabrics, you still feel uncomfortable in it. You’re waiting beside the door to a small house in the south-end of Queens, clicking your heels as disgruntled stones settle, one by one, through the lining of your stomach.

You could’ve done this on your own – you’ve dropped off tons of packages – but Creeper sent you with a partner. He’s been kinda weird lately, though you’re not saying that to his face anytime soon.

You check your watch. Can’t believe she made you wait outside. It’s been like half an hour, where the fuck is she?

>[ ] Wait.
>[ ] Go in, time’s a wasting.

>>29929340
>>[ ] Wait.

>>29929340
>>[ ] Wait.

follow orders

>>29929340
>[ ] Wait.
Probably gettin' railed.

>>29929340
>>[ ] Go in, time’s a wasting.
She's already inside where it's warm, isn't she?

>>29929340
>>[ ] Wait.

>>29929340
>[ ] Go in, time’s a wasting.

>>29929340
>[ ] Wait.

>>29929340
>Wait.

>>29929340
>[ ] Go in, time’s a wasting.

>Wait

>>29929340
>>[ ] Wait.

>[X] Wait.

You bite your lip and wait a little longer.

Click. You hear the latch sliding aside, and the door creaks open.

“…You’ll think about that offer, right?”

That’s the distributer, or one of them. Big, Scandinavian kinda guy. You think his name’s Eric or something. Or Tyrone? There’s someone called Tyrone in there. Honestly, some of these guys kinda blur together eventually. At your meagre level of operations, criminals come printed from two moulds – disposable now and disposable later. They all run with the same themes.

“Yeah, course.”

Victoria. She sounds sincere there, and she exchanges some short pleasantries with the guy, but it’s all fake. She’s a year older than you, and she was around before you were. Like you, she’s kinda scrawny, barely filling out the female equivalent of the uniform you’re wearing, but that’s where the similarities between the two of you end. She struts, you don’t. She has confidence, you don’t. She wears these ridiculous green dreads atop her head and pierces everything, you shy away from anything distinguishing (and anything painful). You always thought she smelled a little like gasoline.

Her eyes – bright orange gems – fix themselves upon you as the guy closes the door behind her, and she goes straight by you at a brisk pace.

“Come on.” She hisses, a little quietly. You find your brow rising in curiosity – she seems almost afraid of something. “I think we’d better be quick.”

>[ ] “Why? Something happen?”
>[ ] “You piss somebody off?”
>[ ] Just follow.

>>29929699
>>[ ] “Why? Something happen?”
>>[ ] “You piss somebody off?”

>>29929699
>>[ ] “Why? Something happen?”
>>[ ] “You piss somebody off?”

>>29929699
>[ ] “Why? Something happen?”

Bitch ripped them off, didn't she

>>29929699
>[ ] “You piss somebody off?”

>>29929699
>she smelled a little like gasoline.
She does coke, does she? I guess that's how she became a dealer.

>>29929699
>>[ ] “Why? Something happen?”
>[ ] “Why? Something happen?”

>>29929699
>>[ ] “Why? Something happen?”

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>>29929699
>Scandinavian kinda guy
>his name’s Eric
-Selvig? He's a friend...

>>29929699
>[ ] Just follow.

>>29929831
Why would smelling like gasoline equate to cocaine use?

>>29929699
>>[ ] “You piss somebody off?”

>>29929699
>>[ ] “You piss somebody off?”

>>29929699
>>[ ] “Why? Something happen?”
>>[ ] “You piss somebody off?”

>>29929831
No. I'd guess she huffs gasoline.

>>29929916
It doesn't exactly equate to cocaine use, but it's a good indicator, and basing it off of the fact she's a coke dealer now, it's a good chance, but I could be wrong.

>[ ] “Why? Something happen?”
>[ ] “You piss somebody off?”
>[ ] Just follow.

“Why? Something happen?” You feel a smug little fleck of bile uncoil at the back of your throat. "You piss somebody off?"

Man, you hope you don’t have to run. You’re not sure you could keep up with her.

She regards you only briefly, a grim look on her face. She’s generally wearing a grim look, though, so that’s not really indicative of anything. Grim or disinterested. Aloof, you think, is the proper term.

“Well…” Her voice wavers. You notice her glance over her shoulder as you hurry away from the house. “Sort of. Aaron”– Aaron, right. Not Eric. How’d you mix those up? –“told me the Owl was looking for peeps like us. You know, like… like us. Offered to set up some kind of meeting.”

She grimaces.

“Only, I don’t think it was really an offer, exactly…”

She glances back again. Her pace quickens minutely.

>[ ] “…You think they’re gonna come after us?”
>[ ] “Did he say what the Owl wanted?”
>[ ] “You’re being way paranoid, man. Slow down.”

>>29930070
>>[ ] “…You think they’re gonna come after us?”
>>[ ] “Did he say what the Owl wanted?”
Shit, lets hurry up with her than.

>>29930070
>[x] “…You think they’re gonna come after us?”

when in doubt
bail out

>>29930070
>[ ] “…You think they’re gonna come after us?”
>[ ] “Did he say what the Owl wanted?”

>>29930070
>>[ ] “…You think they’re gonna come after us?”
>>[ ] “Did he say what the Owl wanted?”

>>29930070
>>[ ] “…You think they’re gonna come after us?”
>>[ ] “Did he say what the Owl wanted?”

>>29930070
>>[ ] “…You think they’re gonna come after us?”
...I had to look up who that was.
I'm mildly ashamed of that.

>>29930167
http://marvel.wikia.com/Leland_Owlsley_(Earth-616)

>>29930070
>>[ ] “…You think they’re gonna come after us?”
>>[ ] “Did he say what the Owl wanted?”

>>[ ] “Did he say what the Owl wanted?”

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>>29930167
>>29930196

>>29930299
I can't breath, please tell me there is a page after that.

>>29930376
it would be impolite to storytime

https://www.mediafire.com/?klg2bouontk4n0v

buy Superior Foes of Spider-man
add it to your pull list
best marvel book

>[X] “…You think they’re gonna come after us?”
>[X] “Did he say what the Owl wanted?”

“…You’re think they’re coming after us?” You ask, an unbidden quaver of fear in your voice.

The Owl is fucking scary. Everyone knows that.

She narrows her eyes, chewing on one of her dreads. “Maybe.”

“…Did he say what the guy wanted?”

She shakes her head.

You maintain a hurried pace up to the end of the street, the obvious panic under the surface Victoria’s normally aloof expression putting a brisk wind in your steps. You make sure keep tabs on your surroundings. On your right, over the road, the houses cluster together into a labyrinth of backyards and shortcuts. On your left, an old, warped fence separates the street from an empty lot. As you come to the T-junction at the end of the road, a heavyset jeep rolls out into the open. It doesn’t take you long to realize that the same vehicle was parked outside Aaron’s place.

Shit. Shitshitshitshit.

You practically feel Victoria tense up beside you. She freezes as the vehicle’s headlights wash over her.

>[ ] Run back.
>[ ] Run left (empty lot).
>[ ] Run right (backyards).

>>29930464
>>[ ] Run right (backyards).

>>29930464
>[ ] Run right (backyards).

>>29930464
>>[ ] Run right (backyards).

>>29930420
Do as this man says.

The series is so good, I ignored all possible continuity problems to give them a very very short cameo a few threads back.

>>29930464
grab her hand and >[ ] Run right (backyards).

>>29930553
This one.

>>29930553
Yea, this specifically.

>>29930464
So this chick's getting caught rite? Boy is she gonna be mad the next time she sees us.

>Run Right (backyards)

>>29930464
>>[ ] Run right (backyards).

what's that comedy movie I'm thinking of? Ferris Bueller?

>CHEESE IT!

>[X] Run right (backyards).

You don’t think. You just run.

You almost don’t realize that you’ve grabbed her hand. The immanence of the fire and the sharp sneer of closing death rears up in your memory, quickening you, denying thought in favour of action, spurring you on to avoid that gut-wrenching, mind-searing helplessness by any means necessary.

You hear tires screech and smell them burning across tarmac. You’ll never know what Victoria’s expression was in those crashing moments, just that she quickly overtook you. The headlights seared the ground beneath your feet – you were halfway across the road, you remember that – and she plunged forward, pulling you to safety (and a faceful of road that sent blood burning through your nose). You both collapse in a heap as the jeep screeches to a halt and the door swings open.

>[ ] Invisible. You have a knife, us it.
>[ ] Keep running.

>>29930819
>>[ ] Invisible. You have a knife, us it.

>>29930819
>[x] Keep running.

>>29930819
>>[ ] Keep running.

>>29930708
>[ ] Invisible. You have a knife, us it.

>>29930819
>[ ] Keep running.

>>29930819
>[ ] Invisible. You have a knife, us it.

>>29930819
>[ ] Invisible. You have a knife, us it.

>>29930819
>[ ] Invisibile? You have a knife use it.

We can't out run this guy.

>>29930845
>>29930868
I don't see us going invis. and then getting stab happy, doesn't fit

>>29930819
>>[ ] Invisible. You have a knife, us it.

>>29930868
god dammit all, linked to the wrong post

>>29930819
>[ ] Invisible.
>[ ] Keep running.

We can do that right?

>>29930819
>[ ] Invisible. You have a knife, us it.

"f*** you and the jeep you rode in on"

>>29930819
Wait, this is before or after our first kill (the boat incident)?

>>29930896
eh, I voted for running too, but self defense is a good reason as any.

>>29930915
>censoring yourself on 4chan
what the actual fuck

>>29930922
After.

I wonder what Vickie's trick is?

>>29930965
Phew, don't have to change my vote then.

>>29930938
Oh let it go, it is his 14th birthday.

>>29930819

>[ ] Keep running.

>>29930819
>>[ ] Invisible. You have a knife, us it.
Make sure she knows we're still here - if she has an area-of-effect power, let's not get caught in the splash.

>>29930819
>>[ ] Invisible. You have a knife, us it.
plunge it into his eye.

>>29930938
>complaining about others' failure to conform to 4chan's social norms
>while namefagging
Cool.

>>29930915

>"f*** you and the jeep you rode in on"

this is 4chan, not your grandmother's house, you can say fuck here.

>>29931143
So you think swearing should be censored on 4chan?
nice bait

>[X] Invisible. You have a knife, us it.

Feet disembark onto the tarmac. One set, two sets, three sets. Christ.

You can’t get fucked up again. You can’t. You can’t be helpless again. You – you scrabble for the knife stowed away under your stupid (stupid and ripped, now) blazer. Aaron’s big, meaty face mingles with the others as you pull yourself up, blurring into nothing and no one, into something that can be nameless and disposable. There two types of criminals at your meagre level of operation…

You screw your eyes shut and think small, and are rewarded by the coldness of invisibility. They pause, and you remember throwing yourself at the nearest one, his yelps filling your ears. He catches your jacket, but he’s grappling blind. The knife goes into his shoulder, into his arm, the sopping, dark wetness of his blood rushing through his shirt your hand.

The dull thud of metal against bone reverberates through you. You remember the taste of blood puffing gently through dark water, like streams of red smoke. The body surrendering lifelessly to the river, to the deep…

You freeze, and feel yourself suddenly become visible.

Wha–

His fist slams into your face. Your back hits the tarmac hard.

“Fucking freaks! God fucking dammit, my… my fucking arm…”

You become vaguely aware of Victoria shrieking, Aaron’s voice a murmur amidst the dim. A sharp, hard slap, followed closely by two more, sound across the street. She shuts up.

>[ ] Keep fighting.
>[ ] Invisible and run.
>[ ] Invisible, try to grab Victoria and run.

>>29931210
Unless he -is- at his grandmothers house

>>29930915
Fuck you, you inhuman piece of fucking trash. I will fight you for this slight!

>>29931274
Not him, but that's not what he said at all. He was mocking you for pointing out someone that doesn't conform to the 4chan norm, while you yourself don't conform by namefagging. I've never thought I'd have to explain something like this, ever.

>>29931307
>>[ ] Invisible, try to grab Victoria and run.

>>29931307
>>[ ] Invisible, try to grab Victoria and run.

>>29931307
>[ ] Invisible, try to grab Victoria and run.

>>29931331
>I've never thought I'd have to explain something like this, ever.
That's namefags for you. Always delving new depths of stupidity.

>>29931307
>>[x] Invisible, try to grab Victoria and run.

get a little slash happy on the goons though

>>29931307
>[X] Invisible, try to grab Victoria and run

>>29931307
>Keep fighting while yelling for Vicky to run.
Now is not the time to be rational.

>>29931307
>>[ ] Invisible and run.

>>29931307
>[ ] Keep fighting.

>>29931307
>>[ ] Invisible, try to grab Victoria and run.

>>29931307
>>[ ] Invisible and run.
Fuck'er.

>>29931307
>>[ ] Invisible, try to grab Victoria and run.

>>29931307
>>[ ] Invisible and run.
Fuck'er. Barely even know her.

>>29931307
>] Invisible, try to grab Victoria and run.

>>29931331
>namefaging isnt normal on 4chan
But thats wrong
people use trips and names all the time

>>29931412
>>29931438
Wooah...

How'd you do that?

>>29931307
>>[ ] Invisible, try to grab Victoria and run.
Might want to leave a good memory with her.

>>29931307
>>[ ] Invisible, try to grab Victoria and run.
We're JJ. Trying to save the girl we only just met is very much in character.
Doesn't mean we have to try too hard.

>>29931307
>[x] Invisible and run.

>>29931458
Yes, people use trips and names all the time, but the vast majority of people don't, Now what is a norm? It's something that the vast majority of people do. So we can say that it is outside the norm for people to trip or namefag.

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>>29931458

>>29931545
Ah, i see what you mean

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I assume our knife is something similar to pic?

>>29931597
Stay golden

>[X] Invisible, try to grab Victoria and run.

Desperate anger springs through you. You kick out at the guy standing over you, lodging the heavy tip of your boot deep into the side of his knee. He screams in pain and drops to his hands, giving you the window you need.

You spring up, striking furiously at the disappear button nestled in your grey matter. You feel yourself flicker in and out, before settling on invisibility (for now).

Aaron is bodily dragging Victoria toward the jeep, who appears to have stopped resisting once the large man put a few bruises on her cheeks. You barrel into them, Aaron’s words – he was saying something, you were just too terrified to take it in – trailing off into a surprised hiss. You try to grab Victoria and go, but you feel a desperately grasping set of fingers close around the collar of your blazer, and you’re suddenly hurtling down into the ground.

You’re visible. You can feel it.

You also feel him kick you – once in the side of the head, the force sending a high-pitched whine through your inner ear, and then twice in the stomach, presumably for good measure. You push and push at the vanishing button but nothing happens, and you feel yourself hauled up and thrown into the back of the jeep. Victoria joins you soon afterwards, getting in of her own accord and slumping down beside you.

You hear the click of a safety being flicked off and look up to see Aaron leaning into the back door, a Glock clasped in one hand.

Shit.

“No more, a’right? No more of this shit, or…” He jerks the pistol back in mimicry of recoil. “Just sit the fuck down and be quiet.”

>[ ] Comply.
>[ ] Don’t.

>>29931597
It's pretty much exactly that.

>>29931662
>[ ] Comply

>>29931662
>>[ ] Don’t.

>>29931662
>>[ ] Comply.

for now....

>>29931662
>[ ] Don’t.
inb4 YOU CANT DO THAT JJ ITLL CAUSE A TIME PARADOX!

>>29931662
>>[ ] Don’t.

>>29931662
>>[ ] Comply.

>>29931662
>>[ ] Don’t.
Fuck this guy.

>>29931662
>[ ] Comply.
...well, we know he can't kill us but acting up in this situation doesn't seem in-character

>>29931662
>Don't

>>29931662
>[ ] Don’t.

>>29931662
>>[ ] Comply.
Past JJ aint that brave.
Current JJ only copes with this shit through properly channeled terror.

>>29931662
>[ ] Don’t.

>>29931662
>[x] Comply.

don't abuse the flashback immunity

>>29931758
>>29931773
It does since we used to think we were big shit, being part of the creapers gang remember.

>>29931662
>Comply

>>29931662
>[ ] Don’t.

>>29931662
>>[ ] Don’t.
Makes sense, if we resisted so much before.

>>29931805
we did? Are you sure, that's not really ringing a bell.

Wow, this is easily one of the most divided votes so far. Interesting.

>>29931662
>>[ ] Don’t.

>>29931662
>Comply.

>>29931837
we talked about the thrill of beating people up and having a place to belong to.

>>29931662
>>[ ] Don’t.
we ain't nobody's crack bitch

why does everyone want to get JJ and or Victoria shot so much?

>>29931662
>>[ ] Don’t.

>>29931662
>[ ] Comply.

Losing a knee cap often impedes the ability to run away later.

>>29931662
>>[ ] Don’t.

>>29931851
defenseless tourists, not armed people who have the drop on us

Crusty, I think we need the number vote here

>>29931851
Actually that does ring a bell, I suppose I can swing that.

>>29931838
I'd say
>Comply
JJ ain't brave yet

>>29931899
lets go with this.

>>29931662
>comply

>>29931662
Comply, also, obvious samefagging is obvious

>>29931662
>Comply

>>29931662
>Don't

We already fucked up bad, might as well go full vegas trip.

>>29931956
To be honest, it doesn't matter which we pick, both options are in character and this is a flashback.

>>29931956
i'm waiting for the numbered vote.

>>29931805
Not really. From what we've seen, we were pretty damn nervous most of the time. We liked having a place o belong, and we enjoyed having power over people (ie not being the one being beat up) but most of the time we were lost, scared and out of our depth.
Even if we take your point as troth, the Owl is legitimately fucking terrifying. And nobody reacts well to a gun in their face.

>>29931662
>Comply.

>>29931993
or being kicked in the head. We dont have healing factor yet

>>29931662
>[] Comply

>>29931899
For serious? Okay.

Vote

1 to Comply.
2 to Not Comply.

Remember, if you quote this or any post, if you greentext, or if you type anything in but the number, your vote is discounted.

>>29931662
>[ ] Don’t.

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>>29931662
Comply

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>>29932058
1

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>>29932080
>>29932142

you're killing me

>>29932058
>1 to Comply.

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>>29932080
>>29932105
>>29932142
>>29932172

Lot 'a wasted 1 vote eh?

Voting closed.

>>29932192
Hey Kain, welcome to the quest!

>>29932070
>>29932074
>>29932079
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>>29932117
>>29932134
7
>>29932084
>>29932088
>>29932102
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>>29932143
>>29932163
>>29932191
>>29932192
8 won by 1 funny enough.

>>29932105
>>29932205
That guy prolly doesn't count

>>29932205
I corrected mine.

>>29932058
1

>>29932217
Tallyho!

1
>>29932084
>>29932088
>>29932102
>>29932108
>>29932143
>>29932163
>>29932191
>>29932192

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>>29932070
>>29932074
>>29932079
>>29932107
>>29932113
>>29932117
>>29932134

8 to 7. 1 wins

COMPLY takes it.

>writan

>>29932247
THANK JESUS!

(Even though the other option was a perfectly valid choice, personally I'd rather JJ be scared, story wise.)

>>29932192
dam if only you voted wrong.

>>29932267
life is suffering, I'm so used to linking the post in every quest

violence can still happen! just later!

punch the driver when they aren't looking! get into a wreck and escape

>>29932278
JJ ain't no punkass. Then why are you trying to fuck him like a punkass?

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>>29932402
Describe what JJ Green LOOKS like.

Rolled 1

>>29932476
yes

>>29932497
Well I'm glad you got that roll out of the way.

>>29932581
1d1, Anon.

>>29932317
seriously, we're not in the best position to fight back at the moment. first we get our bearings, THEN fight some more.

Rolled 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 = 10

>>29932581
Let me pre-roll the 1s out...

>[X] Comply.

You nod quickly. You feel the shame and the disgust of being the small creature you are rise in your cheeks, burning through your skin like a brand. But you’re not saying no to the barrel of a gun. You’ve seen what happens when people do that. It ends in blood. And meat, and gristle, and chips of bone. And those bubbly little flecks of grey matter that get everywhere…

Aaron gets into the driver’s seat, his friends – ah, yeah, one of them is an Eric, you recognize that broad brow and those beady eyes – following after him, the last of them squeezing into the back with you and Victoria.

Victoria, to her credit, seems to compose herself far more quickly than you do. Her breath gradually evens out and she wipes her cheeks almost before you have the chance to catch a glimpse of the wet streaks running along her bruised jaw. By the time the road is rumbling beneath you, she’s stock still and staring straight ahead, occasionally swallowing, as if to some rhythm of thought.

You look down at your hands, at the blood drying on them. Your skin buzzes with the thought of the Owl, of the gun, of the fist bunched up into your face and all the hurt these people could give you. You find yourself clenching and unclenching your palms nervously as fractured future images twinkle through your brain, predicting gore and pain and worse things. You try to shove your imagination to the black box, that dark diamond core in the heart of your mind, but the flickers are too fresh, too vivid.

God. God, you–

Victoria slumps against you, wrapping her arm under yours and resting her head against your shoulder. Even through the cold scrapings of fear that infest your nerves, her closeness puts an awkward flutter in your chest.

You hold your breath, for some reason or another.

Her lips brush through your hair, whispering.

“Punch me in the stomach.”

>[ ] Do it.
>[ ] “What? Why?”
>[ ] No. What the fuck man.

>>29932619
We hardcore mother fucking gangstas man.
We can't be all about planning and shit.

>>29932661
>[ ] Do it.
HULKAMANIA RUNNIN WILD

>>29932661
>>[x] “What? Why?”

Rolled 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 = 10

>>29932661
>>[ ] Do it.

>>29932661
>[ ] Do it.

>>29932661
>[ ] Do it.
Sure, why not?

>>29932661
>[ ] Do it.

>>29932661
>[x] Do it.
acid vomit?

>>29932661
>Do It, with Gusto
Hahaha! Time to find out her mutant power!

>>29932661
>>[ ] “What? Why?”

>>29932628
Please stop taunting the Dice Gods.
I don't want to crackbitch tonight.

>>29932661
>>[ ] Do it.
"Wha-" (brain engage)
*JJ pauuuuuunch!*
Girl has a plan. Let us watch it unravel.

Rolled 1

>>29932661
>[ ] Do it.

>>29932661
>>[ ] Do it.

>>29932661
>>[ ] Do it.

Doing the sacrifice play is rarely taken well.

>>29932661
>>[ ] Do it.

>>29932661
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JoqDYcCDOTg

>>29932661
>[ ] Do it.

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this would be funnier if we were in a Prius

>>29932881
When did the Prius come out? '08 maybe?

>>29933007
>The Prius first went on sale in Japan in 1997, and was available at all four Toyota Japan dealerships, making it the first mass-produced hybrid vehicle. It was subsequently introduced worldwide in 2000

>[X] Do it.

You swallow hard, and replay the last few seconds in your brain.

Yep, that’s what she said.

Uh…

You feel your fist close. Why are you even considering this? You glance furtively at Aaron in the front, and the guy sitting across from Victoria. They’re not watching – not closely, anyway.

“Do it!” She hisses.

Well, you do it. You slam your fist into her stomach as hard as you can, bucking her forward and sending a gasp through the jeep.

“Hey, what the fuck, kid, what’re you”–

“Again!” She rasps out, her eyes squeezed tight.

You hesitate only for a moment, your eyes darting around the vehicle in a confused, guilty blur. Your fist plunges into her stomach for the second time, the toned sheet of muscle across her abdomen barely even tensing in response.

“…Kid, you better cut that shit out yetsterfuckingday or”–

She wheezes loudly, braces herself upon the back of the two chairs in front, and vomits.

The substance she sprays the two men in front with is not exactly fire, but at the time, you made little differentiation. It spews from her mouth in a searing, roaring wave, burning through the air but settling like water, like grease. You remember screaming and pushing yourself frantically against the back of your seat, primal fear overriding all reasoning as the liquid flame consumed the men in front, their flesh shriveling into oily, crackling blackness, their gristle popping, their hair vapourising and their skin filling the jeep as a thick, black smoke.

The world swerves. They screamed only for a moment before there was too little left of their throats to produce any kind of sound. The man in the back with you shouts and wails and swears frantically before Victoria hurls a second time, bathing his head in fire.

You remember the car trailing to a stop, fire rushing through the leather, boiling the plastic. You remember Victoria hurling the door open and pushing you out. You–

>Courage Check
>DC15

Rolled 3

>>29933215
crackbitch coming up

Rolled 11

>>29933215
Fail for trauma!

Rolled 19

>>29933215
c'mon

Rolled 12

>>29933215

>>29933215

Rolled 2

>>29933215
RAINBOWS

>>29933245
Loving the name.

>>29933245
dice+1d20 goes to email field friend

>>29933241
Love this guy.

Rolled 19

>>29933215

>>29933241
Hit.

>>29933241
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IJzoUZd8G40

>>29933241
bless you based anon

>>29933241
Aw. The one time I wanted to crack bitch,

Rolled 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 = 10

>>29933237
>>29933240
>>29933241
Now, aren't you glad I pre-rolled the 1s out?

>>29933337
stop that

>>29933337
You are going to ruin everything.

Rolled 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 = 10

>>29933337
I think it's a good idea. Imma do it too!

what do we roll to not sympathy vomit?

>>29933440
>>29933337
Thinking you can outwit the dice gods will only end in pain. Please, stop before its too late.

>>29933468
whether or not the spaghetti we stole from a restaurant fall out of pockets

>>29933468
We roll to not lose our shit and go all PTSD about the time we got doused in gasoline and nearly burnt alive.

>>29933215
She vomits napalm, that's great. Are we still planning on mugging her?

I wonder if those booths that (back in present quest day) obscure the occupants from sight well enough for us to slip into the dealers one, Silent tase him and then steal all his shit and leave before anyone knows a thing.

>>29933546
Not that hard to avoid, just aim for the head instead of the gut.

>>29933546
Doesn't sound that smart now that you think of it.
Especially considering JJ's phobia with fire.

Rolled 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 = 10

>>29933473
>>29933370
>>29933427
It's really fun to do this because everyone freaks out but they forget the important fact that dice gods aren't real.

>>29933546
We have healing.

>>29933546
wanna wait for the flashback to end before passing a final judgement on the matter

>>29933546
People wanted to do something dangerous and they got what they wanted.

>>29933596
>Silent tase him and then steal all his shit
The dealers a chick... the one that pukes napalm

>>29933630
We can still burn to death

>>29933667
But we could heal it

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>>29933625
Heathen!

>>29933241
>19
>great success!

You hit the ground. You crawl. You scrabble away, your heart bursting in your chest, the smell of roasting flesh clotting in your lungs. The night swoons overhead, every star a spark, a pinprick of eager flame. There is such fire in the universe. All those suns, the giants and the dwarves, the celestial blue and the terrible searing red, great eyes searing the void. Fire. Fire. Fire, fire, fire, fire–

You feel the sidewalk, you feel grass and earth under your palms, you cling to them, their solidity. You shut your eyes tight and try to breathe out the filth of the smoke, block out the unimaginable, terrible eminence of fire in the universe, shut down the crackling of the blaze behind you. You feel your breath becoming yours again. Ever so gradually, the world slows back to your pace. You roll onto your back and dare to open your eyes, focusing on the dark shapes of the clouds, on the soothing, cold blackness between stars.

The glow of the fire flows around you, searing the night, casting everything in pulses of orange and red. You breathe, you breathe, breathe…

You turn your head. Victoria kneels at the sidewalk nearby, breathing heavily, faint flecks of fire lingering on her lips. She wipes them away and swallows bitterly. For a moment you think you see her suppressing a sob, and then she looks straight at you, and you realize for the first time how like fire the orange in her eyes is.

“Don’t tell.” She heaves it out between deep breaths. “Don’t tell Creeper. He doesn’t know I can do that.”

Next thing you know, she’s teetering over you, her nails almost digging into her shoulders, her breath coiling inches from your face. If she vomited right now, you’d be…

“Don’t tell.”

>[ ] Insert Response.