>>40735209
>Fight it off, but stay hidden

>>40735209
>Fight it off, but stay hidden

>>40735209
>Surprise attack on Saule
『 Mindfields 』 might be able to sense us, if we hide.

>>40735209
>Fight it off, but stay hidden

>fight it off

roll me a 1d100, best of three

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>40735400

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>40735400

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>>40735453
yoooooo

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>>40735453
welp

You bite your own tongue, hard, digging your nails into your palm, forcing yourself to stay awake. You manage to keep your eyes open, as the stand slowly fades out, Saule quickly stripping his shirt off and pulling his new one on.

He quickly picks his phone back up, chatting to his friend on the other end, "So. You get the beer, I'll pull some girls together, we take 'em down that spot near the lake?" He laughs for a few moments, "Yeah man, whatever you say. Peace out."

He hangs up as he exits the room, your head suddenly feeling a lot clearer. You give it a minute to make sure he doesn't come back, before easing yourself out of his closet.

Other than the picture of Saule and his family, you haven't turned anything up yet.

>Keep searching, there must be something
>Get the others and get out of the house, quickly
>Check out the basement of the house
>Check out the other quiet room upstairs

>>40735550
>Check out the other quiet room upstairs

>>40735550
>Check out the other quiet room upstairs

Also see if we cant loot his hard drive, phone, address book or something like that.

>>40735550
>Check out the other quiet room upstairs

>>40735550
>Check out the other quiet room upstairs

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You slip out into the hallway, the sounds of a kid playing videogames extremely loudly dully coming through the wall opposite Saule's room. With that clearly occupied, you head down the hall towards the last door.

At a glance, this is the parent's room, queen sized bed, reading glasses on the bed side table.

You snoop through the drawers, hoping to find something useful, you recoil slightly when the top drawer on the right hand side reveals a .44 magnum, fully loaded, along with a bunch of squarely packed cases of bullets. The words 'Street Cleaner' are engraved in the handle. Well, that has unpleasant implications.

You check behind a painting on the wall, a cheerfully smiling woman, clutching a child to her chest, smiling brilliantly, the same one from Saule's photo, and the painting of the lighthouse in the study downstairs. You'd probably appreciate it more for the artists skill, if she wasn't wearing a swastika armband. Behind the painting, you find a safe.

You try to open it from the inside with 『Kiss From a Rose』, but it's no luck, if you want it open, you'll have to bash it open, or hopefully find a password scribbled down somewhere.

>Take the gun
>Bash the safe open
>Check the basement
>Get the others and get out of the house.

>>40735786
>>Take the gun
>Check the basement

>>40735786
>Get the others and get out of the house.
A pictur no one will call the cops about but a busted safe and missing gun will only leave to problems.

Every missing pair of sock had been taken by an enemy stand

>>40735786
>>Take the gun (and as much bullets we can easily carry)
No point of leaving it to be used against us.
then
>Check the basement

>>40735786
>Check the basement
Leave the gun.

>>40735906
>>40735814
If someone hears us they go straight for the gun, and then shoot us. We can put it back afterwards, if we have to, but leaving enemy a loaded gun is just bad.
Unload it ,and put it under the bed(after wiping off fingerprints) if we have to, but don't just leave loaded gun to person who is likely to shoot us.

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You quickly retrieve the gun from Heinrichs' drawer, shutting it once you stow it in your pocket. Can't leave this lying around if someone does see you.

You trudge back down the hallway again, footsteps muffled by the noise still blaring from the other room, you take the steps slowly, wincing when one squeaks loudly, but reach the bottom unobstructed.

You're about to turn off the staircase, the door to the basement set below the stairs of this one, when you get roughly shoved, a red hand over your mouth.

Your pushed up against a wall, Angie's stand pressing you backwards, before fading away. You spot the blonde girl crammed between a bookcase and a corner, hiding in a shadow, finger pressed to her lips, shushing you, before jerking her head towards the wall next to her, mouthing the words; 'Mom inside!'

Shit, the second doorway on your right, the kitchen Angie indicated, has a clear view of the entrance to the basement, the first on your right leads into a den, you spot Rai attempting to hide underneath a couch. The den itself also seems to open onto the kitchen, as you peer around the wall, the mother is keeping her back to you, facing ninety degrees from the entrance to the basement...

>Knock her out, get downstairs
>Sneak down there
>Nope, time to get out of here

>>40736018
>Nope, time to get out of here

>>40736018
>Nope, time to get out of here
Wait isn't Angie's stand a dog?

>>40736018
>Nope, time to get out of here

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>>40736041
dog head, humanoid body, like this, only bigger and covered with fur

>get out of here
At least we learned something from this mission

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You shake your head to Angie, before dragging Rai out of the den. The three of you barely manage to make it to the back door, before you hear the mother call out to her child upstairs, declaring lunch ready.

You quickly boost both of them over the fence to the front yard, leaping into the neighbours, just to be safe, you crouch walk a fair way down the street, putting your hood back up to avoid attention.

It's in the relative safety of an empty park that the three of you sit down to discuss your findings. Angie didn't manage to turn anything up, but Rai found a note on the fridge in scrawly handwriting, 'Be out late tonight, party at the university.'

"It was signed 'S.' too." Rai explains, "Saule's heading there now, I think."

You nod, showing them the picture of his family. "We can bring this to Abby, ask if he looks familiar, or that picture we have of Raul." You mutter.

"Anything else we need to know?" Angie prompts, leaning on her hand as she plucks said picture of Raul from her beanie.

You pause for a moment. "Well, he has a stand, I'm not exactly sure what it does, but it made me really incredibly drowsy. I barely managed to keep myself awake, just from looking at it."

"Just from looking at it?" Angie takes a moment to think, "Weird.... well we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Anything else?"

>There was a safe in the parent's room, but I couldnt open it
>I took their gun
>Nothing, that's it

>>40736247
>I took their gun

>>40736247
>There was a safe in the parent's room, but I couldnt open it
>I took their gun
Great told you guys we shouldn't have taken it

>>40736302
if they were not all there, and we kept snooping around taking gun was better choice.

We can still trow it over the fence or something like that.

Or we can get horses, or pigs head, put the gun inside it, and leave it at their doorstep.

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You double check that no one's around, before flashing the steel of the revolver at them, "I took this, from the father's drawer."

Both of them react strongly to that, in different ways; Angie glances about anxiously clearly worrying, Rai's mouth falling open in amazement.

"Woah! Cool! Is that... is that the Street Cleaner?" He asks. You nod, showing him the inscription. "Lot of people in the neighbourhood are scared of that name. No evidence to prove it was him, but a lot of rumours about how many people have been killed with this."

Angie slams her fist on the table, "And THAT'S why WE shouldn't have it!" She hisses, "Rule number one. Don't steal from psychos! And please, put it away!" She reaches out and grabs the gun, hiding it inside her own jacket.

"I think we should destroy it." Rai proposes, "If we take thing apart, post pictures of it all over the place.... it'd hurt the Neos. They intimidate everyone into doing what they say. If people see they're not invincible, it'll give everyone hope."

"Yeah, and if they can trace it back to us?" Angie demands, "Then they'll be on your ass more than usual. Didn't you say they beat you up not three days ago?" She asks, pointing to all of his bruises."

Rai hisses in pain, and Angie takes a moment to gather her thoughts, taking a deep breath. "Let's just dump it in their yard or something, okay? We still have to get to Abby, on top of all this."

>Put the gun back
>Destroy it
>Write in

>>40736513
>>Put the gun back
"Sorry Rai but the risk is to high"

>>40736513
>Destroy it

>>40736513
>>Destroy it

>>40736513
>>Destroy it

"I agree, we should destroy it." You nod. You've seen first hand how these Neo's treat people, hell, you still have your hood up, so no one notices your face.

Angie scowls, "This is stupid guys, we shouldn't. Really!"

Rai ignores her, reaching into her jacket and yanking it from her grip. Angie desperately struggles to get it back, before Rai shoves it into your hands.

Before Angie tries anything, you summon 『Kiss From a Rose』, having her savagely rip the gun apart, screws and welds bending and buckling under her strength.

The situation resolved, Angie just slumps back in a huff, crossing her arms. "Don't say I didn't warn you guys." Is all she mutters.

Rai quickly takes a picture of it with his phone, wipes all the parts clean with his shirt, then tosses all of them in a trash can. "Alright, come on, we have to see Abby." You tell them, pushing to your feet.

The walk to SCU is quiet, but for the rushing of traffic, but music starts to boom louder and louder as you approach Abby's dorm.

They're having some big frat party next building over, college students spilling out onto the lawn, red cups filled, students pawing at each other drunkenly.

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The inside of Abby's dorm building is mercifully quiet at least. You head up to her door, knocking, only to receive no response. You try a second time, then a third. Still nothing...

You use your stand to open the lock from the inside, and sure enough, Abby is nowhere to be seen.

"That bitch said she had classwork to catch up on." Angie growls, stepping over to the desk. "Wait a minute, lookit this."

She holds an essay aloft, pointing to the latest paragraph, the last word literally trailing off in a scribble.

"You reckon she's at that party?" Rai asks.

"Must be." Angie figures, "She did say she was brainwashed at a party, right?"

God damn it. The three of you quickly make your way downstairs, heading into the cluster of students, drinking themselves into a stupor.

"Should we cover more ground?" Angie prompts. "We'll find her faster that way."

Rai on the other hand, seems to be doing his best to stick close to you, all the students towering over him, he watches a couple dry humping to some house music with horrified disdain, hands over his ears to block out the on

>Split up
>All three of us stay together.
>Stick with (write in) send the other on their own.

>>40736938
"Split up if you want to Angie, don't think Rai want's to be left alone."

>>40736938
>>All three of us stay together.

She might be a traitor, or still under control, and looking for the guy.

>>40736938
>All three of us stay together.

You barely shout over the music for all three of you to stay together. Angie just shrugs and follows along behind you, eyes roaming, bobbing her chin to the rhythm, perfectly in sync.

You shoulder your way past a keg stand, a few of the guys glancing at you, some disgust, a few with interest behind their drunken glaze, still no Abby. You push through the crowd, the song changes to something more pleasant, a nice thrumming bass line, less techno screeching.... you could probably get into this.

You can't find Abby by the beer pong either, nor the pool table. This song's not bad, you start grooving along to it, tapping your foot when standing still, shaking your hips slightly, it feels like it's filling your very core, like this song gets you.

A solo cup is pressed into your hands, some guy's asking you to dance... it's hard to refuse such an offer, he did ask very politely.

You raise the cup to your lips, vaguely aware of a high pitched voice behind you, poking at your lower back annoyingly. You just want to enjoy the music....

>Roll d100

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>40737277

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>40737277
I knew we should had worn some neck armor, and been more paranoid. Dunno if it would help now tho.

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>40737277

>>40737297
>>40737331
>>40737333
Sorry Rai, this beat just too damn good.

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You feel the beat flow through you, nestling in your soul. You let all your other senses fade away, that annoying bashing on your back. You knock the beer back, it tastes delicious, like nectar of the gods....

You toss the cup aside, raising your arms high, you let the rhythm consume you, becoming one with it,swaying your hips back and forth, instinct guiding you, feeling at one with the crowd, all moving in one huge cycle.

__________

Xiao's gone too, ignoring even your outright punches to the middle of her back.

Angie disappeared minutes ago, this isn't good. Some older girls are pointing and laughing in your direction. You see the word 'cute' and 'adorable' get mouthed a few times.

The urge is strong, you want to ball your fists up and rush them, but you keep control, remembering what mom always said about getting angry when you can help it.

Stay calm Rai, angry only makes problems.

You glance around, trying to slow your breathing. There must be some way to stop this, at the very least Xiao wouldn't start acting like this.

>It must be the DJ, you have to find him
>It's the guy who was with Xiao, you should deal with him
>You should keep trying to find Abby, maybe she knows something?

>>40737583
>>It must be the DJ, you have to find him

>>40737583
Dump some water on girls, see if they snap out of it. Scream "Wet T-shit contest" as distraction. Possibly get a hose, if we can.

>>40737583
>It must be the DJ, you have to find him

You figure it has to be the DJ, the music seems to have gotten to both girls, and it reached Abby's dorm, maybe it got her down here too.

You weave around the party, dodging girls who try and paw at your face, and guys trying to get rid of you, following the music as it gets louder and louder.

You push through the small mosh pit gathered around the loudest point of the music, wishing you were bigger, as you bounce off a few people on your way to the front.

You end up coming face to face with an enormous tricked out DJ deck, chrome black and blasting bass at you so hard you can feel the the muscles in your face moving from the pressure, the floor underneath pounding with each note.

The DJ glances down, Hispanic eyes assessing you from behind lowered shades. You see him mouth something to his pasty white friend. 'Who let the fuckin' kid in here?'

His friend however, you do know, pasty white, hair dyed blonde, that's Saule Addams. Puto's beaten the hell out of you at least three times... maybe more, but he barely gives you a cursory, bored glance. That must make the DJ Estavez.

>Use 『Semisonic』 to trash the deck
>Attack (write in) with 『Semisonic』
>Other

>>40737969
Just unplug the machine, or turn off the fuse box, witch-ewer seems easier. No need to fight against all of the guys here.

>>40737969
>>40738022
this

You glance around for a power point, trying to find a way to unplug the machine. Aha! You spot it behind a foosball table. Elbowing and shouldering your way towards it, you yank it out, holding the cable triumphantly.

The music keeps going, picking up it's pitch and tempo slightly, Estavez glancing down at his deck, a look of anger crossing his face, he glares over at you.

He nudges Saule and points to you, muttering something you can'y make out from this far, but you get the gist of it once Saule starts striding towards you.

Suddenly the song changes, turning into a harsh, angry metal riff. Etavez picks up a mic, "Let's see you how y'all REALLY mosh now!"

The crowd whips itself into a frenzy, a burly frat member knees you in the gut, sending you staggering backwards against a wall. You clap your hands back over your ears quickly, glancing upwards, you spot the animalistic fury in the dancers eyes, looking ready to tear each other part.

A brief part happens in the crowd for a second and you see Angie clawing some guy's face with her nails, the same fury on her face, before the crowd closes again. You grab up a solo cup, tearing it into strips as Saule advances, the crowd not bothering him at all, Estavez laughing as someone elbows you in the nose.

>Get out of here, regroup, for now.
>Attack Estavez first
>Attack Saule first

>>40738313
>>Attack Estavez first

>>40738313
>Use stand to break Estavez' elbows

>>40738313
>>Attack Estavez first

roll me a d100

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>40738435

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>40738435

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>40738435

You summon 『Semisonic』, the rodent like creature clinging to your shoulder, you hurriedly stuff the bits of the cup into its mouth. It's orangey beige fur twitches as it chews, Saule advancing on you faster as you take aim.

The strip of cardboard flies true, through the crowd, fast enough to leave a slicing sound through the air, as it burrows into Estavez's shoulder.

He goes crashing backwards, his wound deep, as he slams into a wall. The DJ deck disappears, the music with it.

The party suddenly erupts into a cacophany of screams and roars of pain, undercut with a current of confusion. People barge past each other, or taking revenge for the pain inflicted on them. You still can't see the older girls, as Saule shoves the foosball aside, his stand floating out behind him.

You look at it, snowy white.... blue veins undercutting it... jet black hair....

An immense drowsiness comes over you, threatening to knock you out where you stand.

Suddenly the world goes dark. You fear you've lost consciousness, but all your other senses are still grounded in reality.

"Hey kid, you're stand's got big ears! You can hear him coming!" A familiar voice calls out.

Abby! She must have used 『Midnight Runner』s' power to black out your vision, keeping you awake.

It's true, your hearing does become more sensitive when you have your stand summoned.

You can hear Saule's panicked breaths, his heartbeat rising, he starts to blindly lash out hitting others in the crowd.

>Attack to incapacitate (DC 80)
>Attack to kill (DC 60)
>Write in

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>40738709
>>Attack to kill (DC 60)

>>40738709
>>Attack to incapacitate (DC 80)
Xio Xio might kill but not Rai

>>40738709
>Attack to incapacitate (DC 80)

>>40738709
>Attack to incapacitate (DC 80)

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>40738785
dice

incapacitate it is, let's roll for it for realsies this time

d100 DC is 80 best of 3

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>40738875
Fuck you chuckles i do what i want

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>40738875

>>40738886
kek

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>40738785
>>40738796
>>40738806
We are guy who goes around stabbing people with a knife. OOC much?
>>40738886
nice lol.

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>>40738886
>2 nat 100s

>>40738915
Rai's also a huge pussy

>>40738915
Only because he was forced too, then we ran like a bitch after. Rai's not brave or bloodthirsty.

>>40738937
Yet I still ship him and Xioxio

>>40739050
>Not Angie
Worst taste. The only good hetero is in Pokemang

>>40739090
Dunno, if we force Rai to wear a dress, it would be pretty good.

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You feed 『Semisonic』another strip of cardboard, make sure to carefully aim, listening to his movements, and fire, blasting into his leg.

Saule screams in pain, collapsing to the floor, and Abby restores your sight.

Saule is laying on the floor, whining and clutching at a leg wound, you'd blown a penny sized hole straight through his leg, the muscles bleeding on both sides.

Estavez on the far side of the room is still bleeding from his shoulder, as well as his temple from where your shot knocked him against the wall.

Both users are out of the fight. "I did it!: You whoop, leaping and punching the air.

"Alright calm down." Abby snickers, appearing at your side, "Ya little spaz."

A flush of embaressment crawls up your neck, as you stare down at the two stand users. "My... my 『Good Vibrations』 .... lost?" Estavez mutters aloud. "How?"

Abby nudges you, handing you a set of earplugs, showing you her own. "I heard the music and came to check it out." She explains, "But then one fell out. Hold on to those, just in case."

You stuff them in your pocket, nodding thankfully.

______________

You blink back to reality, you can taste the metallic tang of blood, under cut by the bitter flavour of cheap beer. You're lying on your stomach, you can feel several people laying on top of you, and to top it off, you have a killer pain in your jaw.

You press down, powering through the worst pushup of your life, the unconscious bodies of about six dudes roll off you in a heap and you drag your legs free.

"What happened?" You ask groggily, but no one you know is around. Nor is anyone awake.

You spot Angie slumped on the stairwell, she's got a nasty cut on her cheek, all the way down to her chin, and the beginning of a black eye swelling up.

"Xiao! Angie?" You hear Rai call out.

You drag her into the other room and Rai fills you in on the situation, telling you how he took them both out, with Abby's help at the last minute, both stand users writhing in pain.

>Write in

>>40739090
Angie is good, but let's face it. That road ends in tragedy.

With Rai, he had an innate innocence and whimsy that contrasts Xio's kind of forced mature hard ass front. I think she wishes she still had that innocence and wasn't forced to grow up so fast.

>>40739331
Move them to somewhere quiet and calmly ask them questions, like what were you doing, what's with the neck thing. etc.

>>40739331
You song like your mind being messed with. These two boys are having a conversation with you. It will not be easy, or pleasant. You will get answers.

Aiyaaaa.

>>40739394
this. Grab Estavez and Saule to gather information, and possibly recruit them.

>recruiting these two
Nah, they are dicks.

>>40739448
So? We can order them around and stuff. Also they have sweet stands.
Bow before empress Xiao!

>>40739537
First empress of stand users.

Seriously though, these guys are getting pumped for info. If they aren't complete dicks they can go about their lives. However one is a neo's son

"Abby, know somewhere... quiet we can drag these two?" You ask.

She takes a moment to consider, before snapping her fingers, "Oh! The liberal arts building. Literally everyone else but me doesn't bother showing up, because... well, you know...." She makes a smoking motion, "Liberal arts."

You pat Rai on the shoulder, before handing Angie off to Abby. Squatting, you heave Addams, then Estavez over each shoulder, trying to avoid their blood soaking into your clothes.

It's a quick hurry across campus, out the back door, as ambulance claxons start to grow closer. Abby swipes her student card and provides entrance to the destitute building. It's only 4pm, but there's not a single light turned on the building.

Abby fumbles in the dark for a minute, before you drag the two hostages into a class room, tossing them to the floor.

Both scream in pain as they hit the ground, trying to clutch their wounds. "Alright you two? What do you know about this girl?"

They exchange blank looks, "Uhhh? Did we- did one of us bang her or something?" Saule asks, "Cos I don't usually go for chicks below eight, and she's like a six-"

Abby clenches her fists tightly. "Shut. Your damn. Mouth." She hisses.

"Don't look at me blanca." Estavez adds, "I don't do white chicks, all they asses is flat as hell." Abby's fingers twitch, as if wanting to throw something, until you step forward. Estavez winks as you squat by his head, "Now Asian bitches on the other hand, I love me some-"

Angie drives her foot into his gut. "For once I agree with Angie. Shut. Up."

"What do you know about the thing that was on Abby's neck, controlling her thoughts?" You demand.

"Mind control?" Saule snorts, "Only thing we know about that is Raul's music. Ain't no neck thing involved until the lady's get all excited for us." Angie gives him a likewise treatment. "Bitch!" He hisses, "We don't know shit, I'm telling you."

>These two idiots don't know anything, let them go
>Write in

>>40739735
>These two idiots don't know anything, let them go

>>40739735
Warn them that someone is making more stand users, putting things into people's necks to control them, and generally being a bad dude or lady and people have died.

Tell the guy to cool it with the heavy mind control.

They're idiots an know nothing.

>>40739735
Recruit these guys. Better for us to recruit them, than someone else turn them against us.
Warn them about the neck thing and stuff.

>>40739816
If the dude is so smooth, he shouldn't need his mind control music to get mad chicas.

Otherwise , he'll make this chica mad

>>40739816
Aren't they basically date rapists? Do we really want to trust them?

>>40739961
Date rapist friend or date rapist enemy, pick your poison.

>>40739961
Not realizing we don't need to trust them, and we can send rapists after someone who pisses us off, if they are on our side.
They can control mobs of people. That is just too good to pass up. If we are smart about this, we can take over a tri-state area!

>>40740054
Anon, that isn't justice.

>>40739982
>>40740054
They wills tab us in the back, at least if they're enemies we know where we stand.

>>40739735
>These two idiots don't know anything, let them go
Have someone tail them.

>>40740086
Doesn't have to be justice?
>>40740129
We can use them. We don't have to trust them. Antagonizing them for no good reason is not better than keeping tabs on them and having them work for us.

>>40740054
Anon we are in Texas, the Tri-state area isn't even close to us!

>>40740167
Arkansas, Oklahoma, Texas

You cluck your tongue in annoyance. These idiots don't know anything, they're just skeevy fucks. "You don't remember these guys then?" You ask Abby.

She stares at the two of them, then shrugs, "The whole night's a blur. All I remember is the blond eyebrows...."

Right, well. These two seem more skeevy then evil, to you at least. Might as well let them be with their wounds. "Just... look you two, someone out there's making new stand users with this knife, and putting things into peoples necks that control them. People have died over this. So can you make my job easier and be better human beings by easing up on the mind control?"

They exchange a glance, then "We know about that knife chick." Raul tells you.

"Wait, what?" You demand, leaning in close. "Who is it?" These idiots have info? You grab him up by the collar. "WHO!?"

He pauses, thinking as hard as his combination of idiocy and blood loss allows. "It was.... uh....." He slaps his face a few times, "Some milfy chick, said she works in the city."

"Nah man, works FOR the city she said." Saule corrects him, but god damn did she have an ass."

You roll your eyes and slap Raul across the face. "WHO? Give me a name!"

He just shrugs, "Didn't ask. She just said she'd pay us a lot of money if we let her cut our fingers."

God damn it.

You drop him on the floor, "You two can patch yourselves up." You grunt. You slam the door behind you as you leave, the others following you.

"Works for the city?" Angie asks. "What does that mean? Like... a cop? Or, what like a vigilante or something?"

You rub the bridge of your nose, the pounding pain still rests in your jaw, the sun is going down, and you barely made any progress.

>Turn in for the night, patch yourself up.
>Write in

>>40740190
>Turn in for the night, patch yourself up.


Angie my bet is some office worker high up in the political office.

>>40740190
Help Estavez and Saul patch up, recruit them. Get their phone numbers.

>>40740190
>Turn in for the night, patch yourself up.
20 dollars says its that lady who's friends with our mom but got out of the ghetto and started working for the city.

>>40740237
Dude no. That's stupid stop pressing it. They don't like us and will fuck us over likely literally.

>>40740190
>turn in patch up
>what if...what if this goes up to city hall? We know someone there.

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Everyone but Abby seems pretty beat up, "Alright, let's turn in for the night guys. We should patch ourselves up."

Abby dithers for a second as you start to leave, "Ummm... I think I'll call an ambulance for them- from a payphone, I mean."

You wave her on, "Alright Abby, let us know when you're good to go, okay?"

She nods and hurries off, as the three of you, battle sore and bloodied, drag yourselves onto a bus. You and Angie bid Rai goodbye when you pass your house, telling him to take care when he hands his pictures out.

Mom STILL isn't back from her B&B trip with Ed yet. At least Angie's around to cook. Mom could have at least left a number to call, but that would be too simple. Still, a feeling deep in your gut tells you she's alright.

It takes you and Angie an our bewteen the two of you to scrub all the blood out from under your fingernails, yours being substantially harder due to their bluntness, brought on from years of biting them.

Angie's kind enough to rub pain relief ointment into your bruise, and you in turn dab disinfectant into her cut and the same ointment on her burgeoning black eye.

"So, you remember anything you did?" She asks as you gently rub the cream in. "I drank like three beers, threw up, then the last thing was kissing..... I think it was a girl?" She shrugs, "Not important. You?"

You shrug, "Nothing, just Rai desperately trying to get me out. But that got drowned out."

"Bizzare." She shrugs, "Well hopefully now that we beat the hell out of them, those two creeps are retired from there kinda rapey ways."

(cont)

"Let's hope." You grunt.

Angie cooks steak for dinner, which you both watch over dinner, it seems the news is starting to clue into the rise of stand users, reporting bizzare stories, some sort of collapse at a rodeo downtown, gang violence is getting more silly looking and the police are lost.

And of course, they close with that stupid chupacabra story again, leaving a trail of dead cows in it's wake, so they say.

"Weird day." You grunt.

>End of Episode 7

sorry guys, I know it's early and I would go longer, but my sleep schedules been reverse ruined lately. If the threads still up in the morning, I'll tweet about continuing it or might just make a new one, sound good?

>>40740595
I just drank a pot of coffe.
Chuckles!

Thanks for running, can't wait for more.

>>40740595
Sounds good. Get your rest.

>>40740595
so I guess those other guys are 『Retired 』