>(2/2)

Hurrying, you pull on your clothes. You wince a little when you notice the obvious claw marks you’ve left on Laura’s jeans (and her pants are pretty much shredded). She’s probably gonna need another pair.

Dressed and mostly presentable, you make your way back to the station, Laura practically stuck to your side. You arrive to find Layla and Lucas asleep beside the remnants of the fire, a few of the Corsairs curled up nearby. Layla’s hand rests atop an unmarked CD case.

>Present Time: 07:45 AM
>Hunger Level: 5
>Current Funds: $1,095

>Solar Charge: 0/5

>[ ] Wake [insert] up, ask then what’s up.
>[ ] Take the CD, it’s clearly what they wanted to show you.
>[ ] Go get food.
>[ ] Get some rest, you didn’t really sleep last night.
>[ ] Play with your new glove.
>[ ] Write in.

>>41325168
>>[ ] Take the CD, it’s clearly what they wanted to show you.
Just so no sticky fingers steal it and then
>[ ] Get some rest, you didn’t really sleep last night.

>>41325168
>[ ] Take the CD, it’s clearly what they wanted to show you.
>[ ] Go get food.
>[ ] Take a shower

Get clean.

>>41325168
>Git crunk'd

>>41325168
>[ ] Take the CD, it’s clearly what they wanted to show you.
>[ ] Go get food.

>>41325168
>>[ ] Go get food.
>>[ ] Wake [Lukas] up, ask then what’s up.

>>41325168
>[ ] Shower
>>[ ] Go get food.

>>41325168
>[ ] Go get food.
>[ ] Take a shower

CD can wait till Laura has new trousers.

>>41325168
>[ ] Shower
>[ ] Go get food.
>Go look for clothes, possibly get some spares.

>>41325168
>>41325312

Seconded.

Also sleep.

>>41325332
We can also just stay in sun, instead of sleeping.

>>41325168
Food

>>41325332
>>41325380
Not sleeping and the proper term is Basking

>>41325380

Laura needs sleep.

>>41325168
>>[ ] Take the CD, it’s clearly what they wanted to show you.
>>[ ] Go get food.
>>[ ] Get some rest, you didn’t really sleep last night.

>>41325168
>>[x] Take the CD, it’s clearly what they wanted to show you.

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>Gaby's hypersenses and Noriko's common sense will sniff out that JJ and Laura totally boned

>>41325587
Common sense is a super power sometimes.

>>41325587
"Bout time"

>>41325610
>[ ] Take a shower together

>>41325587
Like they did not hear it mile away, or can't tell it by the smell on sheets and stuff. I can smell that stuff, and I got no super senses.

>>41325587
>Layla is worried
>It looks like you were both in a fight

>[X] Take the CD
>[X] Go get food.

You guess you’ll let ‘em sleep.

Carefully, you lift the CD from beneath Layla’s fingers, giving it a short look over. It’s light – too light. Your fingers feel a little number when you think that this is probably something they found at Joshua’s – at your dad’s – apartment. Either that, or its Layla’s favouritest mix CD, which you can only imagine to be a chop-shop nightmare comprised of several Lady Gaga singles intermingled with dying animal noises.

Making sure to keep quiet, you employ your go-go-gadget water heater for a quick shower (god damn that shit is so tight, you can’t believe the idea never occurred to you before), sloughing the smell of… stuff… off you. Feeling somewhat refreshed, you sit around for a bit while Laura takes her turn, before suggesting that the two of you go get a bite to eat.

Plus some new jeans, probably.

Still pulling them back on after her shower, she glances down at the item of clothing, as if trying to find out exactly what’s wrong with the ones she has.

“I kinda…” You roll your shoulders awkwardly. “I kinda tore them a bit…”

She blinks.

“Oh.” She looks at them again, and nods. “I see.”

You head out. After a short while in the sun, you start to feel some of the strength returning to your flesh.

>Hunger Level: 4

Leaving the Scar, you stop at a diner. The place is just opening, and you manage to get a nice, secluded booth near the back. You order something big and steak-y, while Laura just gets a drink. She rests her head against your shoulder while you eat.

>[ ] Go find an internet café to play the CD at.
>[ ] Go shopping! Woo!
>[ ] Actually Laura looks kinda tired.
>[ ] Write in.

>>41325744

Or she just blushes, looks enviously at Laura then goes into her own tent for a few hours.

>>41325754
>EAT FOOD
>[ ] Actually Laura looks kinda tired.

>>41325754
>[ ] Go shopping! Woo!
The quick kind, for jeans.

>>41325754
>[ ] Actually Laura looks kinda tired.
waifu sleepy

>[ ] Go find an internet café to play the CD at.
alone time with what is obviously your father's hidden porn stash and nothing else.

>>41325754
>[ ] Actually Laura looks kinda tired.

Ask if she's okay to go shopping for new clothes. If not, then let's go back home and sleep.

If she is, then
>[ ] Go shopping! Woo!

>>41325754
>[ ] Go shopping! Woo!
Quick in and out.

>[ ] Actually Laura looks kinda tired.

>>41325744
Well, we were in a fight with Venom...

>>41325754
>>[ ] Actually Laura looks kinda tired.
I kinda want Gaby to have a chance to look at the contents of the CD as well since they might have something do with her.

>>41325754
>>41325790
Eyup.

>>41325754
>[ ] Go shopping! Woo!

Also Loot a thrown away PC, with cd player, and possibly monitor. Old ass PC's are dumped everywhere. We ain't rich enough for internet café. Better things to spend our money on.

>>41325754
>[ ] Go shopping! Woo!
>[ ] Actually Laura looks kinda tired
Sup CJ

>>41325754
>>[x] Actually Laura looks kinda tired.

>JJ avoids the disc like the plague.

>>41325754
>[ ] Go find an internet café to play the CD at.

>>41325849
You mean laptop anon?
Lugging a full PC might be a bit much on the awkward side.

How bad is hunger level 4?

>>41325979
it leaves us susceptible to buttered scones

>>41325979
10 is MUST EAT
1 (or 0?) Is stuffed as a pig.
Also: read the archives if this is your first thread.

>>41325979
>>41326010
I posted some PDFs of the quest that go up to Thread #75 in the last thread

>>41326038
Coolios. It was a general in case you were new.

>>41326061
I'm not the anon that asked about hungies

>>41326001
Are scones those big antimutant robots? I forget.

>>41326132
Yes. JJ needs to be wary, they can sense his hunger.

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MUTANTS DETECTED!

>>41326182
Those don't seem all that buttery. We'd probably be safe fighting them.

>>41325896
I don't think we're going to be able to find a laptop that someone just conveniently left in the trash, or a PC for that matter.

>>41326182
What do blueberry biscuits have to do with anything?

>>41326132
Oh anon

>>41326182
I am an idiot.

>>41326220
We could easily get into one of those stores that takes used goods and sells them on. Cash converters or what ever.

besides, doesn't our phone have moon internet?

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>>41326206
FLUFFY BUTTERY ORANGE GLAZE MODE RESTRICTION PARAMETERS LIFTED

ACTIVATING FLUFFY BUTTERY ORANGE GLAZE MODE

>>41326132
thats the most adorable thing i have read this month thank you anon.

Fuck yes. Binged this entire quest last week. Icant wait to start power sPershing.

>>41326247
It doesn't have a disc drive though.

>>41326242
Don't be too hard on yourself. A side by side comparison it's hard to differentiate between the two.

>>41326220

We should be good so long as it has a media player, a CD slot, and can turn on.

So pretty much any PC made within the last 20 years. We might be able to find a 1990's one for like 50 bucks at a pawn shop.

>>41326132
Mark my words, we shall call those anti mutant weapons scones from now on.

>>41326263
what? how can you possibly say none will without even going? Im on a laptop now, and it has a disc drive in the side of it.

>>41326288
I thought you'd mean the moon phone.

>>41326288

He meant the phone.

>>41326302
>>41326312
Ah, right. And this is probably Pre phone jacks for cd players and such. ok.

>>41326255
>>41326182

I'll be totally honest with you. You toss one of these suckers at JJ during a fight and you'd probably get an opening.

I honestly don't believe he could resist.

Hell you set one out as bait and even now he'd have a hard time looking away.

JJ's going to try to eat the first sentinel he meets, isn't he.

>[X] Laura tired.

Is it you, or does everything taste better this morning? You’ve been in this diner before, and you know their steaks aren’t usually this juicy, or this plump, or this generally delicious. The sky’s still red outside, but it’s a bright, jovial shade of red – more ‘time for a siesta!’ than ‘somebody just got murdered dude’. You savour your food, chewing slowly and generally just letting the moment settle in.

>Hunger Level: 2

Several tables down, some early-morning eater’s phone goes off, reminding you to check yours. You were kinda expecting to find a message from Peter, but there’s nothing.

Shrugging, you stow it again, and raise your hand to call for the bill. As you shift slightly, Laura sags against your shoulder, and almost drops straight into your lap – she jerks upward just in time to stop herself, steadying frame against the edge of the table.

“…You okay?”

She looks up at you, blinking slowly, as though to give her eyes a brief moment of rest, and nods her head.

“Really?” You say, not particularly convinced. “…You look kinda tired. I can take you back if you like.”

A brief frown passes over her brow, and she looks down at her hands for a moment. Eventually, she concedes that

“...That would be nice.”

Leaving a few notes, you heave her up off her seat – her cheeks turning bright red – and head back to the Scar. At first, her limbs tense up with each of your steps, but gradually she begins to settle into your pace. By the time you reach the station, she’s sleeping soundly, and you set her down in your tent. She curls up almost immediately.

>Present Time: 08:55 AM
>Current Funds: $1,075

>[ ] Find somewhere to play the CD.
>[ ] Test fancy glove.
>[ ] Wake up Gaby.
>[ ] Wake up [insert].
>[ ] Write in.

>>41326353
>JJ: "You smell that? Hey, guys, I'll just be a second..."

>Laura: "John..."

>JJ: "mmh? Wha?"

>DOOM: "FOOLISH BOY, THIS IS PUNISHMENT FOR IMPERSONATING DOOM!!"

>>41326408

>[ ] Wake up Gaby.
>[ ] Find somewhere to play the CD.


>>41326393
Only if they're buttered, keep up.

>>41326408
>[ ] Wake up Gaby.
>[ ] Find somewhere to play the CD.

>>41326408
>[ ] Find somewhere to play the CD.
>[ ] Wake up Gaby.

lets freak out together

>>41326408
>>[x] Find somewhere to play the CD.
>>[x] Wake up Gaby.

>>41326408
>>[ ] Find somewhere to play the CD.

>>41326408
>[ ] Wake up Gaby.
>[ ] Find somewhere to play the CD.

Suppose we will have to get Laura some more garments later ourselves.

>>41326454
The Butter Sentinal, a crime against mutant kind.

>>41326408
>>[ ] Wake up Gaby.
>>[ ] Wake up [Kevin].
We haven't had much bro time recently, and we should probably have a normal mutant with us in case of implanted triggers or whatnot.
>>[ ] Find somewhere to play the CD.

>>41326408

>[X] Wake up Gaby.
>[X] Find somewhere to play the CD.

She definitely deserves to see what's on it as well.

>>41326408
>[ ] Wake up Gaby.
>[ ] Find somewhere to play the CD.

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How much hunger would this take care of?

>[X] Find somewhere to play the CD.
>[X] Wake up Gaby.

Leaving Laura to get a good day’s rest, you circle around toward Gaby’s tent, confirming that she’s around with a quick thermal sweep. In the absence of a door to knock on, you slap quietly at the synthetic fabric of her tent.

“Gaby!” You keep your voice just above a hiss. “Gaby, you awake?”

The blob of warmth inside stirs, and you hear her tail thump irritably against the ground.

“…am now.”

Deep sleeper, you guess. You’re sure she’ll forgive you, though.

“I was gonna go look at this CD thing you guys brought back.” You whisper. “It is from my dad’s place, right?”

There is a brief moment of silence, before a sudden flurry of activity consumes the tent, Gaby hurrying to pull on her clothes and get out. She emerges in record time, her clothes clearly thrown on and one floppy ear still pressed flat against the side of her face by what you imagine to be a very uncomfortable sleeping posture.

You guess that’s a “yes”, then.

“Y-you’re really okay with me being there?” She asks, her voice buzzing with excitement. She has to visibly fight to produce the next few words: “I… I don’t have to be, he wasn’t my father…”

“It’s cool.” You say, smiling. “You deserve it.”

Also, you’re not sure you want to be alone for this.

“O-okay.” She rolls her shoulders, as if responding to some sudden electrical flux, or preparing herself for a run. “Okay…”

You head out into the cold, Gaby wrapping a heavy blanket across her shoulders, making sure to obscure as much of herself as possible. Still, you doubt that’ll fly in an internet café, so….

>[ ] Go foraging for a discarded laptop.
>[ ] Fuck it, steal a display laptop from somewhere.
>[ ] …Or you could find out how much they cost.
>[ ] Write in.

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>>41326731

Smalltime.

>>41326827

>[X] Go foraging for a discarded laptop.

>>41326827
>[X] Go foraging for a discarded laptop.

go go gadget hobo

>>41326827
>[ ] Go foraging for a discarded laptop.
people throw away shit for the dumbest reasons and buying one means at least over half of JJ's money gone

>>41326827
>[ ] Go foraging for a discarded laptop.

>>41326853
DAMNIT JAPAN, STOP RUINING PIZZA!

>>41326876
Well, a lot less if bought from one of those pawn shops that people generally sell stolen shit to.

>>41326827
>>[ ] Write in.
Call Peter, he probably has something we can use.

>>41326919

Seconded.

>>41326827
See if Peter or the Corsairs have one we can use.

>>41326919

Ehhh, I kind of feel like we've been leaning on him a bit too much lately.

Besides, it would be nice if we could manage to find our own laptop for everyone back at the tunnel to use.

>>41326827
>>[ ] Go foraging for a discarded laptop.

>>41326827
>>41326919
Second

>>41326827

>[ ] Go foraging for a discarded laptop.
End up:
>[ ] Fuck it, steal a display laptop from somewhere.

Because if its discarded, itll probably be a virus laden hell machine that will corrupt our disc.

>>41326827
>>[ ] Write in.
Check with the Corsairs, they probably have a laptop somewhere

>>41326827
>[x] Go foraging for a discarded laptop.
if not
>Write in.
Call Peter, see if we can borrow his computer for a bit.

>[X] Forage forage.

Rollan time.

>Dirty Scavenger Check
>DC17
>+3 modifier

>>41326827
>>41326919
Thirding but with the caveat we go dumpster diving first

Rolled 17 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>41327039

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>41327039

Rolled 11 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>41327039

Rolled 3 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>41327039

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>>41327058

>>41327058
Nice, modified twenty on the first roll

>>41327058
The Corsairs are clearly in a wrong line of business. Why steal when people just throw stuff away.

>>41327058
Spot on. Though I still have no idea where you would find a working abandoned laptop that no one else has stolen.

>>41327058
well shit we found a bitching laptop

>tfw JJ has never failed a roll that has to do with being a hobo

Shheeeiiit.

>>41327118
We're a veteran hobo.

HOMELESS DIVER
YOU BEEN DOWN TOO LONG IN THE DUMPSTER SEA
OH WHAT'S BECOMING OF MEEEEE

>>41327039
how long until we skill up in dumpster diving?

>>41327156

HOMELESS DIVER!
YOU CAN SEE HIS STRIPES BUT YOU KNOW HE'S CLEAN
RELATIVELY, I MEAN

>>41327102
Wel, JJ does have enchanced senses and an ability to cause a charge in electronics. He might find a laptop with a broken battery port and be able to give it juice to start without one

>>41327118
There was one time when he failed salvaging with Layla

>>41327118
Nah man, here is one time we could not failed to scavenge, hard.
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/28453820/#p28457993

>>41327058
JJ finds a super nice laptop "wonder whats wrong with it?" background is a teenager in a picture in goth getup with a nicely dressed family, laptop is stuffed with cringy edge music and really messed up poetry, the power cable is cut, as if this was expected to render the laptop inoperable. " Teenagers."
Gabby-"There wasn't even any porn on here."

>>41327118
Nah we failed that one time in the Scar when we found literally nothing.

Rolling for shits

>>41327231
Based on that failure, I'm willing to believe Layla is the anti-hobo to our hobo.

>>41327234
> Not Wrenloft

Evidently.

>>41327263
Yeah, Layla is too pampered, not made for the hobo lyfe.

Need to remove.

>unnatural 20
>noice

Well.

People throw out laptops, right?

You spend the next few hours introducing Gaby to some of your favourite spots to scavenge for useful shit – the dump out by the old construction site, the big metal bins under one of the larger apartment blocks, even the high street alleys where people tend to just drop whatever they don’t feel the need to carry. What’s cool about Gaby is that her nose is almost as good as yours, so she can sift through some of this crap without you. You notice that she’s in no way squeamish about it, too – you reckon she’s dived a good few dumpsters on her way to New York.

Eventually, you manage to find an old brick of a laptop stuffed under a bunch of soggy pizza boxes. It’s greasy and old and in notably bad shape, but, with time and patience, it can be persuaded to work. Probably not for too long, but you’re not really in the market for durability here. It only has to work once, far as you’re concerned.

So, the two of you sit back atop a mound of assorted black bags behind an old Turkish eatery, bathed in the glow of some guy’s Metallica wallpaper, and watch in nervous silence as you slide the disc into the machine.

It takes a moment, but eventually the machine recognizes it, and three video files pop up. You feel your stomach fold in on itself, squirming like a caged animal.

>Willpower Check
>DC 15

>>41327118
JJ does have extreme senses for dumpster-diving and scavenging, anon, but even his experience isn't crackbitch-proof.

Actually, that begs the question of whether JJ could become a Virtuoso at scavenging...

>>41327500
They breed too fast to remove.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>41327521

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>41327521

Rolling

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>41327521

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>41327521

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>41327521

>>41327539
BAM.

>writan

>>41327539
Stones of Steel.

>>41327539
the best

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>41327539
Splendid

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>>41327539

>>41327539
Hah! He only needs one hug!

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>>41327539
20 points to hufflepuff

>>41327593
Maybe some hot coco.

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>>41327539
Noice

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Laura is probably having lewd dreams

or a nightmare

>>41327774
Dreams about lizard booty

>>41327796
dreams are weird so she probably dreams about being lizard booty

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Laura will be cute when she gets jelly

>20
>hot damn

>(1/2)

You shift the cursor over the first video, letting it hover there for a second while your skin tries its best to crawl its way free of you.

You can do this. You’ve never thought of yourself as a strong person, but you’re not weak either. What could your dad throw at you that you haven’t already survived? You lived through the fire and the hunger and the cold. You lived through the streets, and the rain, and the snow, and the utter silence. Your insides may but mush but your skin is thick – like scar tissue.

Your whole arm turns numb when you tap the touch pad. The video opens, and after a moment of silence, a pale, sharply-featured man with bright blue eyes and messy, dark hair appears before you. It takes you a moment to reconcile the tiny details of his face with the huge, indistinct image you hold in your mind.

He’s thinner than you remember.

“Hey…” He says, spooking you slightly, it seeming all too informal, as though he’s speaking directly to you across the gulf of time. You swallow, ball your fists, and watch…

His face moves oddly. There are little things about his voice – little intonations here and there – that you’d forgotten, that slowly settle back into place. Once or twice, you almost miss the words as the come out of his mouth, you’re so focused on the tiny, strangely alien details of his tone, of the way his shirt moves with him, of the way he is general.

It ends almost too quickly.

You glance over at Gaby. She watches the screen with wide, unblinking eyes, her face frozen in reverent silence.

Your hands shaking, you drive the cursor over to the next video and open it…

>>41327873
inb4 hardcore pornography

>>41327893
Ma and Pa Green sex tape

WITH SPECIAL GUEST JOSEPH TYPHON

>>41327913

"I... did things. I put on your condom and I... did things."

>>41327913
Actually it's Joyce demanding the beheading of those who insult magneto.

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>>41328304
Based Magnet Man

Its just Josh doing a cover of Death Grips' song "I've seen footage"

>>41328371
Nah, it's Typhon singing "You've got a friend in me."

>>41328441
He ate our father for his knowledge. It's why we feel so connected to him!

>(2/2)

The room is dark again. He sits in his chair in almost total stillness, like a gargoyle, his shirt scuffed at its edges and his stubble thicker than you’ve ever seen it. Eventually, he breathes out, a long ribbon of smoke coiling off his lips, and you notice the cigarette clutched in one hand. He swallows.

“Well…” Quiet descends once again. Something about the silence seems almost shameful. “…The first test didn’t work. Not enough… not enough… no.”

He takes a long, heavy drag, holding the smoke back for a moment while he nurses his brow with one hand. Even in the dim lighting, you can practically see the tension scrunched up across his forehead.

“No. It wasn’t the equipment. Probably just didn’t have enough information.”

Silence again. Then:

“Well…” He breaths heavily. His eyes meet yours – you feel your stomach clench – and then immediately turn away, back downward. “…Well, this recent failure has me thinking about… other… shortcomings of mine. Things I’ve done wrong.”

He stops himself abruptly, and for a moment, you see something you recognize in those eyes of his – something so familiar, you may as well be looking in a mirror. You see utter, abject shame. The kind that rips and tears and weighs at you like an anchor set around your neck – a sense of total, gut-wrenching disenfranchisement with everything to do with one’s self.

>(3/4)

“T-this… this is something I should have said a long time ago. It was back when the project was in its infancy, when I was still working with Reece. Before Diana and… that whole mess. We were making great steps forward, but the company… the company wanted more.” He looks up – again, you get the distinct impression that he’s looking straight at you – and his eyes are harder than before, a blue reminiscent of icebergs. “Something you’ll learn about these kinds of people is that they always, always want more. Everything was on the line. If we didn’t have solid, positive proof of concept – more than that, proof that it was all workable – our funding was as good as gone, and… and that would be it. And I…”

The words crumble in his mouth. He pulls the cigarette to his lips for comfort, but it clearly does little to calm his nerves.

“…Well, old habits, y-you know? I did what… what I always used to do when the pressure got to be too much. I inhaled more DMT that a man should ever inhale and locked myself in my study and… let it do its work. And… and…”

Something lights up in his eyes. Something below the shame and the self-loathing and the frayed nerves. Something that knows it was right. Something that… something that doesn’t regret whatever he’s about to say.

>>41328348
What is this, a picture for Hank Pym?

>(4/4)

You remember the dark. You remember the stark absence of the moon, the colour of your bedroom ceiling, the sound of him murmuring to himself…

“…And I had a vision. In my… in my stupid drug-addled haze, I saw a great bird made entirely of fire. It spoke to me in numbers, and the numbers just… fell into place. Everything that didn’t make sense about our work – it suddenly did. It all came together. And so… and so I mixed up the first batch… and… and I…”

He sinks into his hands. There is just silence for a while, punctuated occasionally by a heavy, dry sob.

“…I’m sorry.”

You feel your whole body jerk as the recording terminates.

Your head swims.

>[ ] Enough. That’s enough for now.
>[ ] Watch the last one.
>[ ] Take a break, talk to Gaby or something.
>[ ] Write in.

>>41328588
Wait. Shit that's exactly what it is. I shouldn't quest with out my glasses.

>>41328613
>>[ ] Watch the last one.

WHAT IS HE SORRY ABOUT.

>>41328613
>>[ ] Watch the last one.
FUCKING PHOENIX TIME TO PANIC.

>>41328613
>I saw a great bird made entirely of fire
God damn fucking Phoenix.

>>41328613
>[ ] Watch the last one.
>[ ] Write in.
Tell Gaby to let us watch the last one alone. It probably won't be pretty.

>>41328613
>>[ ] Take a break, talk to Gaby or something.
See how she is doing. Her hero worship might have taken a hit.

>>41328613
>[ ] Take a break, talk to Gaby or something.
Gabs probably didn't roll a 20 on willpower. We should talk.

>>41328613
>[ ] Watch the last one.

>>41328613
>Watch the last one

What did you do, dad?

>>41328613
>>[ ] Watch the last one.

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>>41328613
>[ ] Watch the last one.

its always the fucking phoenix 420 blaze it

>>41328613
>[X] Take a break, talk to Gaby or something.

>>41328613
>[ ] Watch the last one.

>>41328641
>>41328645

If JJ gets a lot of the people his Dad experimented on together, the group's name should be Children of the Phoenix

>>41328588
>[ ] Take a break, talk to Gaby or something.
>[ ] Apologize for cutting our conversation short a few days ago.

>>41328613
Go grab a cup of tea or something , so your head stops swimming and then
>>[ ] Watch the last one.

>>41328700

Seconded.

>>41328700
Yeah, make sure she's doing alright.

>>41328613
>[ ] Watch the last one.

>>41328613
>>[ ] Watch the last one.

>>41328699
The Cosmically Fucked.

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>>41328613
>>41328613

>[X] Watch the last one.

PHOENIX FORCE?

>>41328647
Second.

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the numbers the phoenix gave Joshua

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>>41328613

>[X] Watch the last one.

>>41328748

I like it.

>>41328613
>[ ] Watch the last one.

So Dr. Green was an instrument of the Phoenix Force to make powerful mutants (probably to make a host?)

That explains a lot and is also terrifying. Poor JJ...

>[X] Watch the last one.

Okay then.

Hold on to something, I'm going in deep!

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Goddamnit phoenix

>>41328858
>tfw the phobia he ahs of fire is because of the Pheonix being a prick

>>41328863
I'll get the lube

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>>41328863

>I'm going in deep!

>>41328863
>[] Make cheap sex pun

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>>41328863
>Hold on to something, I'm going in deep!

What the fuck is this phoenix you guys are losing your shit over?

>>41328878
it all makes seance now

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>>41328955
it makes you god and or crazy

>>41328940
Make those lasers blue and then that's basically JJ

>>41328955

The thing that makes Jean Gray go full crazy-pants.

http://marvel.com/universe/Phoenix_Force

>>41328955
a cosmic being with the powers of a god

Wait, does this mean if we go full turbo mode, the phoenix force would be attracted to us?

>>41328613
>>[x] Watch the last one.

>>41329021

I doubt the mere act of going T3 will do so, but maybe it puts us in danger of it?

>>41329021
whos says our T3 isnt the Phoenix Force

>>41328878
No, that's because he almost died when his house burned down.

>>41329099

I feel like the quest would be effectively over at that point. At least as far as our playing as JJ is concerned.

Wait...what if we are because the Pheonix is trying to make a dragon...

Gabby is the Water Serpent.
Typhoon is the Tiger

this is getting Feng Shui

>>41328955
>The Phoenix Force is an immortal entity and is the prime universal force of life. It was born of the void, between states of being. It is the origin of all psionic energy and will exist forever in all realities of the omniverse.

Basically its a multiversal deity/concet linked to all psychics, metaphorically akin to something like the primordial flame.

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>>41329099
the Phoenix gave Josh the numbers so it could have the perfect host.

Is it gonna get divvied up for the all the muggas that were test subjects?

joyce
jj
gaby
typhon
others?

>>41329132
How is Gabby a water serpent? And how is Typhon a tiger? I don't see the parallels.

>>41329124
>>41329144
if you remember JJ had that nightmare about something in his tent then he was given numbers by said nightmare

and JJ has been getting smarter and braver look back to when JJ was with Peter before he broke into Rexxon he corrected Peter Parker the mega nerd about science

>>41329165

It makes perfect sense!

Shit, I am not looking forward to meeting Jean.

Oh man, this is a fight for the souls of all mutant kind.

JJ and Gabby are the innocents forced into action and heroism for the good of all

Joyce and Jean are allied with Magneto...wait, Magnets play a role in feng shui right?

Typhoon or someone else who might be the tiger are whatever faction that also exists.

That leaves nothing with the X-men.

WAIT! Typhoon is riding on the coat tails of our dad and made himself a mutate technically. he is out of the running.

The tiger might already exist, a natural predator spirit of fangs and instinct.

...

We just hit that jackpot, tiger

>>41329266
>if you remember JJ had that nightmare about something in his tent then he was given numbers by said nightmare

The thing in the nightmare was Typhon.

>>41329144
This seems logical.Phoenix is not that great at planning his future tho.

>>41329247
It's asian culture thing. Go watch Digiomon. They represent abilities, and personality traits and stuff.

>>41329298
inb4 Phoenix was Typhon all along.

>>41329280
>The tiger might already exist, a natural predator spirit of fangs and instinct.
Typhon WAS connected to the facility. Things are already au.
...
Laura is tiger = headcanon confirmed.

>>41329323
I'm aware of what we're talking about. I'm just not seeing how those characters match up to them.

>>41329369
it could be her dad

>>41329266
He corrected Chat, who is not a mega nerd like Peter

>>41329387
Or Sabretooth. And wouldn't that be strange. Victor actually being relevant.

>>41329423
better than the whole Luposapien plot.

Seriously.

I wonder if the logan here is going to be an old man logan?

Or, I wonder if those of us so touched coming together will summon the pheonix force and save this world/revive it after battleworld.

>>41329490
>Or, I wonder if those of us so touched coming together will summon the pheonix force and save this world/revive it after battleworld.

>http://ask.fm/CrusyJones/answer/130267193259

Huh. I just looked it up. One of Sabretooth's aliases is El Tigre.

>>41329566
DUN DUN DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

>>41329280

I'm the guy who you replied to.

Deleted my reply when I realized Joyce's shell wasn't black. It's white.

But this Feng Shui stuff might work.

>>41329693
well if we are hanging with the Knights, we have met the Hero of Kun Lon. He may offer insight.

>>41329791
Iron Fist is a bro if your friends with him

>>41329791

Good point there.

>(1/a lot)

You feel the sudden, sharp pain of the syringe as it pierces your arm just below the shoulder. You remember you remember in waves, whorls, eddies – it only hurting for a second, before there was something like warmth of a heavy, fevered cough, and the sudden need to shut your eyes and sleep. He wasn’t smiling – you remember that. He didn’t have any kind of expression. He moved like a machine, like something without a mind of its own.

Quickly, you open the last file.

He appears once again, the dark clinging to him like a shroud. His apartment – you can only guess that it’s his apartment – is a mess. The shelves behind him are collapsed across his bed and a pile of what must have once been books smolder atop the sheets, small, fitful little embers sparking occasionally from their tattered pages.

You feel that strange, urgent sensation of being in danger run along your spin. Your father is different. The way he sits is different, the way the dark falls over him is different. Smoke coils through the air, but not from a cigarette.

From his eyes.

“So.” His voice is hoarse, like he’s been shouting or singing for hours. “I did it again.”

He slides the chair closer, and you see tiny embers shuffle along his bare forearms, the skin blistering and twisting like wood upon a fire. Tiny flecks of iridescent flame lick along his fingertips, across his hair, down the arch of his nose. There is a sound like old oak snapping when he moves.

“I got frustrated. It’s hard, not seeing all of you. Being here. Knowing what my work was used to do. What they did to Diana, that poor girl.” His voice is oddly composed, nothing like before. “And I am a weak person. I am.”

He leans back, his whole body seeming to complain at the sudden movement.

>(2/3)

“I failed. Again. And… I guess I haven’t been taking my pills.” He smiles sadly. His eyes shine like tiny stars. “I took a bunch of the incomplete formula, mixed it up with a cocktail of painkillers, some MDMA and… I dunno, some other stuff, probably… and I jammed it straight into my spine.”

He shrugs, as if throwing a weight from his shoulders.

“Probably not the best idea. And I’m supposed to be smart, too…”

He sits there for a moment and smolders in silence, smoke rising from him as his flesh cooks itself open. Long, jagged tears form along his arms, the naked muscle inside looking more like molten rock than anything of sinew or bone.

“I really am sorry.” He says, finally. “I’m sorry for not being there. I’m sorry for being such a weak person. I’m sorry that I won’t be there for you, for either of you, ever again. I’m just…” There it is again – that tiny smile. There’s a tiny laugh to go with it this time, too. “Look at me. Even now, I’m trying to think of someone to blame for all this, when really…”

He trails off. The fire in his eyes bleeds out across his pupils, the blue shifting toward orange.

“There are loads of people out there like me, you know. So, so many of them. I see them everywhere – hell, everyone from the company? Just like me. People that will always make the wrong decision. People that will just do everything they can to sabotage themselves. And then, when they look down at the mess they’ve made, you know what they’ll do?” He chuckles quietly, his low lip splitting slightly, a tiny bead of flame spitting and crawling its way down his chin. “They’ll look for anyone – anyone – they can blame that isn’t them.”

A sigh rattles through his chest.

>(3/3)

“You’ll meet people like this. And because you’re special – and I’m not talking about what I did to you, that’s not why you’re special – they’ll want more than anything to blame you for all their crap. All their failings. Everything they’ve ever done wrong.” Without warning, he leans forward, and for a moment you see a pained expression pass long his features. His eyes dominate the screen, their glow seeming to pierce the immensity of time between you, lashing out through the dark. “And you cannot let them. You understand? You cannot let these people blame you for their petty crap. You two are going to be amazing, and whatever these people say? It’s nothing. It’s a nothing you can’t stand for, because if you let them, they’ll string you up on account of their own sins. Don’t let them. Don’t be anyone’s hanged man, ever.”

His entire body shakes. The fire in his flesh bubbles against his skin. He winces, but smiles.

“There will be fire in your life. There will be a whole lot of people being people, and trying to make everything worse for you. But heat and pressure…”

You know what he’s about to say. He’s said it before.

You almost hear the words forming on your own lips.

“…they’re catalytic forces. They burn away what we don’t need. They make us stronger. They help us find our best forms. Our purest forms.”

There is silence for a moment as he seems to consider this, the skin on his hands flaking away as dark strips of coal.

“You’ll be alright.”

He reaches out toward the screen, and it ends.

You don’t know what you feel.

>[ ] Action.

>>41330043
Go to Laura and cuddle.
Destroy the disk.

>>41330043
>[X] Try not to freak out
>>[X] Freak out.

>>41330073
>Not saving it for Joyce

Mugga what?

>>41330043
Hug gabby. Cry hobo tears.

>>41330043
>[x] try not to cry
>[x] cry a lot

>>41330043
lie down

>>41330043

>Hug Gaby

>>41330043
Reflect

>>41330043
>[ ] Sit there in silence and wait for the world to make sense again.

>>41330073
Hell no, save it as the last memory of our dad and something we can give to Joyce

>>41330043
>>41330080
>>41330091

Seconded for both of them.

Also, save the disk.

>>41330043
We get our very own "great responsiblity" speech. Thats pretty cool.

>>41330043
Rest awhile
Maybe hibernate for a week or two

>>41330043
>Try not to cry
>Cry a lot

>>41330043
talk to Gaby then go to bed next to Laura.

>>41330043
Reflect, pocket the disc for safe keeping, smile at Gabby and lets get back to the scar. JJ can go to sleep next to Laura and wake up with worries later. Today is done.

>>41330043
Be our best. Just like dad wanted us to be.

>>41330043
After getting a grip, save the files on the laptop, hide it in case the disk is lost and head back to scar.

>>41330017
>“There are loads of people out there like me, you know. So, so many of them. I see them everywhere – hell, everyone from the company? Just like me. People that will always make the wrong decision. People that will just do everything they can to sabotage themselves. And then, when they look down at the mess they’ve made, you know what they’ll do?” He chuckles quietly, his low lip splitting slightly, a tiny bead of flame spitting and crawling its way down his chin. “They’ll look for anyone – anyone – they can blame that isn’t them.”

A neat parallel to Richard Parker's speach in Ultimate Spider-Man, which I think might be the best thing Bendis has ever written.

>>41330043
Yeah, I got nothin'.

>>41330043
Seek comfort from Laura.

>>41330043
>[x] Cry
>[x] Get a hold of ourselves, save the files to the lappy
>[x] Cry some more in Laura's arms

>>41330043
Make sure Gaby is doing okay.

>>41330082
This. Joyce should know.

>>41330226
>A neat parallel to Richard Parker's speach in Ultimate Spider-Man

And what was that?

I forget and I don't have my trade with me.

>kids, Fuck the haters

>>41330043
Crying seems legit.

Might want to head back with Gabby. Snag the disc.

So anyone feel that Gabby might have interpenetrated the both of you as Gabby and JJ?

Further could it be an accurate assessment given that he could apparently see the future a wee bit?

>>41330434
>So anyone feel that Gabby might have interpenetrated the both of you as Gabby and JJ?

Yup.

>>41330434
He may have been talking about Joyce and JJ.

Hell, he may be talking about JJ and Typhon.

What if he doesn't mean JJ at all?

WHO THE FUCK KNOWS!? I'M CRAZY!

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>>41330434

>>41330451
>He may have been talking about Joyce and JJ.

He was, but Gaby might think he meant JJ and herself.

>>41330434
It counts. She's totally apart of the family.

>>41330451
>He intended JJ and Typhon to be best bro's
>JJ fails again.

>>41330479
>He was,


>implying

>[X] Reflect.
>[X] Talk to Gaby.
>[X] Head home and rest.

It’s like he had another life. Another life, away from you, away from everything. And that life was never meant to collide with yours, but it did, somehow. And it tears through you like a knife. Like a fever.

You can’t get those eyes out of your head. You can’t stop thinking about how calm he was at the end there, as his flesh cooked and his skin began to tear itself away.

But it’s not quite the same as it was when you learned about his apartment. Seeing him, hearing him – knowing that he was talking to you, to you and your sister. That’s something. Your dad really didn’t stop thinking of you. He had something to do – something you still don’t understand – but his thoughts were with you. His last words were to you.

“B-but…”

You start slightly at the sound of Gaby’s voice. You’d almost forgotten she was there.

Her eyes remain fixed upon the final instant of the recording, shoulders shaking, clawed hands gripping at her arms. You can hear teeth grinding, feel the sinews stretched taut throughout her body.

“…I don’t… I don’t understand…” Tears amass at the edges of her eyes. “I… he’s… h-he’s gone?”

>(2/2)

You don’t say anything. What are you even supposed to say?

“I’m… I’m going to be like this forever.”

She goes silent for a moment, before a tiny smile edges at her features. She blinks, fighting back the tears, and turns toward you.

“Of course.” She says, something slightly sing-song-y in her voice. “That wasn’t him, clearly. He wasn’t anything like Doctor Green.”

“…Uh, Gaby?” You really don’t like her tone. Or how wide her eyes are. “I know my dad, I”–

“You clearly don’t!” She shouts, her brow suddenly furrowing in anger, something like a snarl lining her words. “Doctor Green would never be like that! He would never do something like that! And he! Is! Alive!”

You realize you’ve backed away slightly.

Her eyes dart down to the laptop.

“…Give me the disc, JJ.”

>[ ] Try to talk her down.
>[ ] Turn invisible, beat it.
>[ ] “No.”
>[ ] Write in.

>>41330752
>[ ] Try to talk her down.

Gaby, you are acting hysterical. calm down

>>41330752
>[ ] Try to talk her down.

>>41330752
>>[ ] “No.”

>>41330752
>[ ] Turn invisible, beat it.
>[ ] “No.”

>>41330752
>>[ ] Try to talk her down.
secure dat disc

>>41330752
>>[ ] Try to talk her down.
"Gaby stop and calm down."

>>41330785

Seconded.

>>41330752
>[ ] Turn invisible, beat it.
>[ ] “No.”

>>41330752
>[x] Try to talk her down.
>[x] Write in. There is nothing wrong with the way you are. With the way we are. Comence hugs.

>>41330752
>>[ ] “No.”
>>[ ] Turn invisible, beat it.
We can talk to her once we've stashed it somewhere and she's had time to damp her crazy.

>>41330752
>[ ] Try to talk her down.
>[ ] “No.”

Be ready to tase her into unconsciousness if we have to. While it may seem mean, this is not something we will be willing to let her take while hysterically angry.

>>41330815
Backing. we can talk while invis if we have to.

>>41330752
>>[ ] Try to talk her down.
>[ ] “No.”

>>41330752
>[ ] Turn invisible, beat it.
>[ ] “No.”

If she chases us we can just fly away and wait for her to calm down

>>41330752
>>[ ] Try to talk her down.

>>41330752

>[ ] “No.”
>[ ] Try to talk her down.

Try to calm her down, but make it very clear that we aren't destroying the disc.

If that doesn't work, bug out and DON'T go back to the tunnel. She can probably get there before us and set up a trap - we can wait until she's exhausted herself, or until the others wake up and see that she's rather off her rocker.

>>41330752

>[X] “No.”
>[X] Try to talk her down.

>>41330752
>[ ] Try to talk her down.


Her otterness cute at all? Or she got like the full muzzle going on ruining her face?

>>41330752
>>[ ] Try to talk her down.
Do be ready to track her teleports incase she makes a rush

>>41330752
>[ ] Try to talk her down.
SQUAD BROKEN

>>41330851
>>41330869

Seconded.

>>41330873

Why does that matter?

>>41330873
think female nightcrawler if im not mistaken; i could be wrong tho.

So.. Gabby didn't know him as well as she thought she did? And she's refusing to believe she's suck?

Both? Just one?

>>41330752
>Secure the disk.

Basic ss13 logic

>Try to talk gabby down

You know, for all her complaining she isn't the only one suffering. There hate hundreds if not thousands of mutants like her, who wish they could be normal again. Most of them turn to jack or death cults or even self harm. Gabby just has to live with the fact that, like them, she is different. We aren't any better off and that was our father as well, not hers, so she better calm the fuck down before we have a psychotic breakdown of our own.

Words of reason:
Even if Dad is dead, it does not mean his research is gone.Someday we could find a way.

>>41330752
>[ ] Try to talk her down.
>[ ] “No.”

This is exactly what dad was talking about, people trying to find something to blame

>>41330904

Both.

She doesn't want to believe the person who helped her be normal, for a little while at least, isn't the great pure person she thought he was.

>>41330902
Because if she's got the Muzzle I get the "I'm ruined!" Thing.

IF it's just >>41330903 Female nightcrawler than she's alright.

I've seen some pretty dicked up mutants.

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>>41330904
She has this idea of a Doctor Green that isn't true to the actual Doctor Green.

to her, she was her hero. he can make not be otter lass

she was probably just another test subject to him.

she is not taking this reality check well

>>41330927

She has a tail and otternose, at least. Not sure about full muzzle.

>>41330921
>>41330752

Seconded.

>>41330752
>Secure da fukin disc
>Try to talk her down.

>[X] Secure disc.
>[X] Talk down.

>Talky Talky Check
>DC16
>+2 modifier

Does Gaby pronounce the h sound when she says j words? mexicans do that right?

jj sounds like heyhey

Rolled 8 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>41331040
pls

Rolled 2 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>41331040
pls

Rolled 5 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>41331040
Go

Rolled 9 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>41331040
Rolling

>>41331053
>>41331057
>>41331060
faggots

>>41331053
>>41331057
>>41331060
Fuck.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>41331040
lizard diplomancy

I hope that roll was just for the diplomacy.

>>41331042
Remember, she lived with an American foster family for years. She still has a bit of an accent but her English is often more 'proper' than JJ's.

Rolled 9 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>41331040

Praise Satan!

>>41331053
>>41331057
>>41331060
>[email protected]
Fuck.

Why was that my reaction?

damn it this isn't a crit fail i wish we could use the Karma

>>41331053
>>41331057
>>41331060

I'm having flashbacks of our first encounter with Gaby, prepare to get smacked in the face with OtterTail.

>>41331053
>>41331057
>>41331060
Yes!! Time for FUN

>>41331042
This isn't the time, anon.

She's going postal right now.

>>41331053
>>41331057
>>41331060
I hope this doesn't end with us eating Gabby. That'd be unfortunate.

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Rolled 5 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>no rolls above 11

Do we have any karma left?

>>41331132
we didn't critfail

silly wrenloft

>>41331132

It's not a crit fail, Wrenloft.

>>41331132
We got some from trying to help Eddie when he got the case of symbiote.

well this should be interdasting to say the least.

Ah, well. You're not really a professional high profile mutant until your allies freak out and try to gut you for no good reason.
We're in the big leagues!

>>41331253
Hooray!

well at least no one rolled a 20 after the first three.

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>>41331253

>>41331253
still have yet to go into space or have time travel shenanigans

we failed our first diplomacy check with Gaby


how nostalgic