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Last time on Worm Quest: Young Barnaby Campbell triggered as a Changer in a Victorian version of the Wormverse. You were crashing a rich cannibal group's murder party when we left off, and had just snuck up behind a bloke dressed like a Centurion.

I have a Discord, it is for answering questions and telling you guys when I'm running: https://discord.gg/uWAmQGn

The costumed man in front of you is about six foot, the same height as Barnaby, and he's wearing strange armour with a red crest on the top. The helmet is metal, with a design on the faceplate that reminds you of the statues you saw in a museum once. You drag him away from the door into the main hall and pull him into a small side room, your knife pressed against a gap under his arms.

He's oddly compliant, and doesn't resist as you pull him away from the ongoing festivities. He speaks first once you enter the room, despite his precarious position.

"Ave, child of Nemesis. "
A Madman. He will be unnaturally resilient to most methods of fear mongering, but call his delusions into the light and he will crumble.


What the fuck are you on about?
Who the fuck are you?
What the fuck were you doing?
Another question, maybe something more direct?
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>>2638036
>What the fuck are you on about?
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>>2638036
>What the fuck are you on about?
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>>2638036
>Who the fuck are you?)
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>>2638036
>Who the fuck are you?
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>>2638036
>What the fuck were you doing?
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>>2638036
>What the fuck were you doing?
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next option to get a vote takes it.
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>>2638036
>What the fuck are you on about?

introductions later. First i need to know if this guy is also a cannibal.
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Rolled 1 (1d3)

>>2638036
Dice gods guide me.
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What the fuck are you on about wins.
writing
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"It is good to see that-"

"No, shut up I'm talking. What the fuck are you on about eh?"

He seems a bit put out when you interrupt him but he lets out a small laugh, and says something in a language you don't quite understand. A knee in the side brings him back to lucidity, and he starts babbling quickly. At least it's in English this time.

"A monster born of hate, who seeks to dominate all around him. What good is your anger without purpose? You're a fine instrument of revenge, and there will be great things done tonight. But what will your future hold?"

"Speak clearly damn it! You're babbling."

You give him another shake, then slam him up against the wall. He's heavy, but still doesn't resist.

"I am Mars, God of War. I came here to punish the profligates, the same as you. I would prefer that you let me go now, it will be difficult for you to prosecute your righteous fury with an arm otherwise occupied."

Ah, he's a nutter. You should have seen that coming.

He might be useful, let him down.
No, if he's gifted then he'd be too dangerous. Gut him.
No, you have more questions. (What?)

You can hear the revelry of the rich and decadent in the background, it grates on you.

Jack/Barnaby
Status: Fuckin' Fantastic, you're gonna enjoy this.
Money: About a dollar, in pennies and change.
Jack:Content
Inventory: An old ratty coat, really nice steel toed work boots. A nice switchblade, and a very nice cleaver.
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>>2638124
>He might be useful, let him down.
As great as Jack is at murder, it's going to be difficult to take everyone here solo without a few escaping. Let's get to work.
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>>2638124
>He might be useful, let him down.
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>>2638124
>He might be useful, let him down.
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>>2638124
>He might be useful, let him down.
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>>2638124
>He might be useful, let him down.
>"Sorry about the rought treatment couldn't be sure if you weren't one of then guards or something."
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He's only known you for a few minutes and you're already letting him down.
writing.
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>>2638152
Hey this guy is right it would be pretty hard to cut everyone with just one arm.
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>>2638152
I got a question my man. We don't know what kind of bloke Barnaby was growing up but his attitude towards Jack's ultraviolence is weird to me. It takes a certain kind of monster to see and experience what Jack does and then not even say a word about it.

Is it shard corruption or was Little B always a murderous psychopath under the surface?
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The two of you stare at each other for a few seconds, masks of metal and cloth meeting in a darkened room. He has blue eyes too.

In the end, Jack drops him to the floor. He seems no worse for wear, and pulls out a large straight blade once he stands back up. You take a step backwards and raise your own knife, but he takes a step back himself and tilts his head apologetically. There's only a few seconds before you open the door and head back into the hallway, Mars following closely behind.

"So why are you even here anyway? How'd you find out about this?"

"I was invited by one of the men we will find inside, he thinks me a fellow deviant."

"Ah alright, you some kind of toff too then?"

"I am a God, I am beyond this filth. But my... other mask... serves me well, and allows me to mingle with the higher echelons of your society. Please do not be intimidated by my status, we are cut of similar cloth you and I."

What a lad.

The two of you are standing outside the ballroom now, staring at the degeneracy within and plainly disgusted. There's a good forty or so of the noble men and women within, many in some state of undress. You can also count maybe a dozen servants, footmen and maids within as well, although that number is slowly dwindling.

"So, what can you do eh? I'm damn good with a knife, but I might have some difficulty with that many."

"If you allow me some time, I can have them tearing each other apart. I will need your help however."

[RAMPAGE BEGINS]
[0/46 Victims]
[0 Clues]

"We're treating this as a Ripper attack, he used a similar knife and there were similar injuries from the whorehouse attack."

He went to the Cellar and prepared firebombs, the fires killed a few but the fear was worse. They panicked, and were slow to react.
They just started tearing each other to bits, we suspect that he may have more dangerous powers at his disposal than previously established.
He came in through the main door and started hacking, evidence suggests he had taken a second knife from somewhere.
He barricaded the other door shut from the hallway, that only left the windows as an escape route.
Maybe he did something different though, we're still investigating the scene.
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>>2638183
His dad beat him to the point where he didn't physically react to the pain and he works in a butcher shop so he's used to seeing blood and viscera. Violence and blood had been his life for awhile.
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>>2638183
Yeah, that is a bit weird, you might want to bring it up with Jack next time you talk.
Or a therapist, but you haven't got the money for those
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>>2638187
He barricaded the other door shut from the hallway, that only left the windows as an escape route.
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>>2638189
Also this, being able to no sell even the most intense pain isn't a superpower, you just got beaten to the point where it no longer impedes you on a mental level, that's got to have fucked you up.
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>>2638187
>He barricaded the other door shut from the hallway, that only left the windows as an escape route.

No one is escaping
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>>2638187
>He barricaded the other door shut from the hallway, that only left the windows as an escape route.
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>>2638187
>He barricaded the other door shut from the hallway, that only left the windows as an escape route.

Slow and steady wins the race.
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>>2638187
>He barricaded the other door shut from the hallway, that only left the windows as an escape route.

>>2638189
Yeah, but being hurt and hurting others are different things. Getting beat up on the regular is not the same as having a first person seat in a slasher flick.

>>2638190
Therapist, in an era where trepanning, bloodletting and electric shock treatment was advocated by doctors and scientists. I don't see how this could possibly go wrong.
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>>2638200
>having a first person seat in a slasher flick.

He works as a butcher his work is a slasher fic. But with more animal bits then humans.
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barricade the window, piece of piss.

Roll d50+10 for teamwork and stealth.
DC:25 45
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>>2638204
door, shit
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Rolled 35 + 10 (1d50 + 10)

>>2638204
Let's GO!
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Rolled 36 + 10 (1d50 + 10)

>>2638204


>>2638203
I think there's a whole debate waiting to happen here...

We'll talk to Jack about it at some point, I guess. It was just something I found curious and I rather let VOID lay down the law on it before anyone decides to go armchair psychologist and make a big mess of the thread
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Rolled 45 + 10 (1d50 + 10)

>>2638204
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both DC's passed, nice one.

Writing.
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>>2638210
>>2638208
>>2638207
Looks like we make a good team with the wannabe legionnaire
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"Another one, Officer Wallis? Not this soon?"

"Yes Sir, and it's so much worse this time. It's the Ripper again, he has the same methods."

"Walk me through it Colin."

"He barricaded the back door shut first sir, that was one of the first things we noticed. Seems he likes to be thorough. He used an oak cabinet from the hallway to hold it closed as he did his work. He didn't barricade the other door, but we believe that's how he entered the room."

"And the bodies outside the north entrance?"

We believe they exited at some point either before or after he closed the doors.

A young couple leave through the front entrance, giggling as they make their way towards the servants' quarters. The gentleman stops a few steps down the hallway, embracing the young lady and pushing her towards a wall. The gentleman wasn't expecting for his companion to tear his throat out with her teeth. She looks around, eyes frenzied and hateful. In the end, with nothing else to focus her rage on she turns upon herself. It's brutal, and there's little left by the time she dies. It's hard to mutilate yourself, but anger can do incredible things to a person.

The Ripper returns after a few minutes, and now it's time to finish off the rest.

[RAMPAGE]
[2/46 Victims]
[0 Clues]

Both of you go inside, there's a load of them, so you'll need some help.
Have Mars stay outside, in case anyone manages to get past you.
Stay outside in case anyone gets past Mars.
Pick people off stealthily, there are a lot of them, but they're drunk/high off of their faces so you might be able to do this stealthily.
Another plan?
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>>2638256
>Stay outside in case anyone gets past Mars.
Mars can use his power without us getting caught by it and we can make sure no one leaves.
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>>2638256
>Pick people off stealthily, there are a lot of them, but they're drunk/high off of their faces so you might be able to do this stealthily.
they'll never see it coming
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>>2638256
>Pick people off stealthily, there are a lot of them, but they're drunk/high off of their faces so you might be able to do this stealthily.

Leave Mars outside. If we get cought, he makes everyone rage out while we evacuate.
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>>2638256
>Pick people off stealthily, there are a lot of them, but they're drunk/high off of their faces so you might be able to do this stealthily.
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>>2638256
>Stay outside in case anyone gets past Mars.

Try to conscript any servants who haven't left the premises yet. Even if they can't fight they can grapple and wrestle drunk and drug addled fops.
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>>2638256
>Pick people off stealthily, there are a lot of them, but they're drunk/high off of their faces so you might be able to do this stealthily.
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>>2638256
>Pick people off stealthily, there are a lot of them, but they're drunk/high off of their faces so you might be able to do this stealthily.
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STALKER THAT SHIT.
D50+5
DC:20, 40
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Rolled 16 + 5 (1d50 + 5)

>>2638282
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Rolled 16 + 5 (1d50 + 5)

>>2638282
Let's go boys.
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Rolled 31 + 5 (1d50 + 5)

>>2638282
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Rolled 37 + 5 (1d50 + 5)

>>2638282
Sshhh just let it happen.
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>>2638290
17 seconds late for the crit
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>>2638291
It happens besides makes sense with what the officer said. The bodies found outside the ballroom.
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Nah, it wasn't a crit chance. I would like you to choose one.
>You leave a minor clue behind.
>You lose stealth.
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>>2638296
>You lose stealth.
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>>You leave a minor clue behind.
you'll never catch me alive
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>>2638296
>You lose stealth.
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>>2638296
>>You leave a minor clue behind
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>>2638296
>You lose stealth.
Deviants. When will they learn?
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>>2638296
>>You lose stealth.
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>>2638300
>>2638304
my fellow Connor bros.
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>>2638296
>You lose stealth.
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>>2638296
>You lose stealth.

Meh, they ain't got shit on us anyways.
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Lost stealth.
writing.
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>>2638296
>You lose stealth.

Took then long enough to noticed the cloth masked giant.
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>>2638312
I see you're also aware of how good best boy is, just like everybody else. Good shit.
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>>2638322
Connor is best boy.
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>>2638312
Connor is a true lad.
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>>2638296
>You lose stealth

Nah connor isn't best boy... jack's knives are

Jack and knives are otp!
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It's been a hell of a night, a hell of a night indeed. Mr Henrickson was sure that this was the best party thrown all year, all of the others had been too scared, too damn afraid of the possible ramifications. To hell with the police, they were never the authority here. Sure, others had done similar things, Henrickson knew he was never the most inventive of men. It was the sheer quantity that shocked and amazed. No more was the gathering restricted to a few men or women in hushed offices, This was a party.

Of course, there were a few worries. The food falling through had been a right bastard, but the butcher's boy was helpful and handsome too. He'd have to remember to ask the cooks what his name was, or try anyway. He didn't expect to remember any of this in the morning. None of them really did.

Then there was the other problem, some of the guests appear to have disappeared. Most likely just gone to have some fun upstairs.
The party continued for some time, but eventually Henrickson had to go and take a piss.

He steps outside, and looks to his sides. Then he screams.

The bodies are stacked to the left and right, there's So many of them. Just out of sight of the doorway.

Unfortunately, he manages to scream before his death. They pull him away as fast as they can, but people are already looking, and gasps echo out as the crowd spots the two men stabbing their host.

"This body was thrown aside, while the others were neatly stacked. We believe that this is when The Ripper was noticed by the crowd.

"What, you expect me to believe he was just stood outside the door? Stabbing people as they came through and throwing them to the side? That's ridiculous, maybe one or two sure but fifteen goddamn people."

"Yes. Sir."

[RAMPAGE]
[2/46 Victims]
[0 Clues]

The Ripper stays by the door, Mars goes in with his Gift.
Mars will stay and keep the door shut, the Ripper will go in.
Both go in, you both have knives don't you?
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>>2638360
17/46 damn it
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>>2638360
>Mars will stay and keep the door shut, the Ripper will go in.
Watch our back while we go play.
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>>2638360
>Mars will stay and keep the door shut, the Ripper will go in.
I know I voted for Mars to go in earlier but the image of him blocking the exit as a one man phalanx is too good to pass up.
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>>2638360
Mars will stay and keep the door shut, the Ripper will go in.
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>>2638360
>Mars will stay and keep the door shut, the Ripper will go in.
This is our show
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>>2638360
>Mars will stay and keep the door shut, the Ripper will go in.
Keeping the door shut doesn't mean he can't use his power from where he is, keeping the fools occupied with each other while we just strut up and cut em up.
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>>2638360
Supporting >>2638371 if possible.
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>>2638360
>Mars will stay and keep the door shut, the Ripper will go in.
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>>2638371
>>2638378
You think Mars can use his power on us too? Jack is very stab-happy. If Mars can make him all business we can get the job done fast if all we do is slice their throats and move on to the next.
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>>2638360
>Mars will stay and keep the door shut, the Ripper will go in.

Don't forget to have a good humming.~
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>>2638360
>Mars will stay and keep the door shut, the Ripper will go in.
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Mars can stay by the door.

D50-5 for massively outnumbered, but element of surprise.
DC25, 40

Failure can only result in injury, as Mars will prevent witnesses from escaping.
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>>2638360
>>Mars will stay and keep the door shut, the Ripper will go in.
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Rolled 18 - 5 (1d50 - 5)

>>2638395
Here we go boys!
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Rolled 50 - 5 (1d50 - 5)

>>2638362
WEW, A THIRD OF THE PARTY IS KILL
TIME TO GO HAM ON THE REST OF THEM

no, literally, grab a roast pig off a silver tray on a table, and bludgeon peoples' brains out with it
Remember: with out power, ANYTHING and EVERYTHING can and will be a weapon

>>2638387
Fuck that. We need finesse, yes, but in places like these we need flair and a bit of style.

>>2638389
>>2638395
This too. Hum along to whatever song is playing. Because I dunno if VOID knows this, but see this
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phonograph
>The phonograph was invented in 1877 by Thomas Edison.[1][2][3][4] While other inventors had produced devices that could record sounds, Edison's phonograph was the first to be able to reproduce the recorded sound. His phonograph originally recorded sound onto a tinfoil sheet wrapped around a rotating cylinder. A stylus responding to sound vibrations produced an up and down or hill-and-dale groove in the foil.
Also pic related.
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>>2638395
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>>2638371
i think trying to have our new friend use his power is more in a attemp to avoid having any of the servants inside to get hurt during the frenezy.
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>>2638400
my nigga
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>>2638400
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
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>>2638400
>’ERE WE GO AGAIN LADS
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>>2638400
bruh
Bruh
BRUH
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>>2638403
You're welcome
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>>2638400
>Jack right now
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>>2638410
I think you mean this
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>>2638400
100% behind a roast pig bludgeon, fuckin hell that's classy
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Well gentleman, i think we earned our title as a bogeyman.
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>>2638422
In the beginning I hoped that it would be possible to be a vigilante that could avoid getting on the good guys' shit list. That hope was dashed quite spectacularly early on.

What the hell are we going to do when they find us? All we've got to our name is a potato bag and a knife
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>>2638426
Two knives, actually.
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>>2638428
one knife and a butcher's cleaver
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>>2638426
We can grab the dead rich folk wallet and buy some cool stuff later anon.
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>>2638429
>>2638437
I'm not talking about money.

I mean, when the good guys and the bad guys send Blessed hit teams after us. We have knives and grow two feet and get sideburns. They have real super powers
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Oh and we can channel the Sassy Black Woman inside of us and hurt their feelings with bad words.
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>>2638387
Our power did say his weakness was making him shatter his delusion by bleeding him like any other man

So we got a point of attack at least
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>>2638426
Easy
Run or hide
Maybe if we are lucky we could take them down using stealth but in a one to one fight with anyone that has decent superstrength we're fucked
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>>2638441
>Thinking that being able to cause psychological trauma in worm is a weak power.
You do realize that's what kicked off the Apocalypse in canon worm right?
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>>2638441
Well we also have powers its just that we don't fully understand them yet.And i don't also see the government sending hit squads for us just yet.
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>>2638440
You underestimate the power of words anon. Besides this is a low powered setting and we will never let then catch us. But aftsr two days of doing glorious justice we need a rest otherwise we migth start getting adicted to it.
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>>2638448
>>2638452
It's just much funnier to downplay it as super powered sass
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Jack throws the old man to the side before stepping forwards into the room, turning to look back at Mars as he does so.
"You stay here, don't let anyone leave."

He stops for a second, before nodding and standing in the doorway.
"It would be rude to interfere in your Divine work, son of Nemesis. I will make sure you are not interrupted."

"Cheers"

And then your bloody work begins.

[MARS OPINION:^^^ Mortal Hero]

You hack and slash at the screaming crowd, a few men step forwards but it's not enough, it's never enough. Nothing can stop you now. They're scared degenerate fools, grown careless on drugs and drink. Content to laugh as others die. You can see the footmen running, taking off while they still can and you laugh.
"You sorry bastards! Eating human meat and revelling in your evil. I'm here to PUNISH YOU!"

You walk a Circuit along the room, tearing to pieces any man or woman that comes close enough, or cannot escape your reach in time. A few make a run for the door, but they're stopped by the crimson centurion. Any that gets closer than a few feet start to froth at the mouth and tear at the others madly, there's no way out.

One makes a run for the windows, but your cleaver lands itself in his shoulderblades before he can smash the window.

There is no way out.

Now they're huddled in the centre of the room, messy, drunk and scantily clad as they shrink back from your judgement.

There is no way out


"That's how we found the rest sir, scattered about the centre of the room. Believe me when I say you don't want to go in there."

Of course, Arcane enters anyway and Colin is left standing outside. He can't go back in, not after what he saw.

The magician staggers out, skin a sickly green as he frantically tries to make sense of the slaughter.

"A-And, that was all him?"

Colin waits before he gives the answer, he really could empathise. But his shoes were brand new.
"No Sir, we believe that the dogs and the... maid occurred before his arrival. This appears to have been that kind of party. We also found dead men ... in the kitchen.
Arcane does vomit at that, nearly falling into the puddle afterwards as well. It's only Officer Wallis' steady hand on his shoulder that stops him from swooning into a most unpleasant state.

"Tell me there's some clue Colin, something you can use to find him."

"No sir, not a damn trace. There's no way of telling what blood belongs to who, and there's so much ripped fabric and hair that it'd be like finding a needle in a pile of other, identical needles.
Colin's eye's met the wizard's for a second, the two young men sharing a mutual understanding.

"We need a Thinker."

"They won't send one, not out here."

"Then hire the Sage, I'm sure she can give us something at least. This bastard just killed forty people at once, with a bloody knife. I can't solve this without any GODDAMN LEADS!"
Cont
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>>2638495
*chuckles*
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>>2638495
Tattletale's name is Sage? Das a lame name tats. She couldn't have gotten anything cooler?
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>>2638519
We don't know if it's sage anon
for all we know it could be someone entirely different
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>>2638519
Sage sounds something way to arrogant to be Tattys name. Must be Coils name.
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>[MARS OPINION:^^^ Mortal Hero]

Hey at least Mars like us.
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>>2638525
It does specify she, so unless Pigot ended up becoming this world's coil instead I doubt that's the case. I'm hoping it is more a case of using multiple nom de plumes in order to ensure greater anonymity, as yeah Sage is a pretty boring name. It being arrogant is whatever, Tattletale, like her or hate her, is very much a gadfly who projects a very high degree of confidence when around acquaintances and enemies.
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>>2638561
Not everyone has to be an expy you know. Sage could just be Sage.
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So what are the odds of meeting this universes Grue?
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>>2638571
Gruesome.
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>>2638571
Chimney-sweep. A tall man in black coveralls and body painted with soot
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>>2638570
So far almost everyone seems to be an expy or just a character mentioned in passing. Besides while we can speculate about the expy aspect, there's not much to discuss beyond that at the moment from just a name other than that they apparently a thinker for hire.

Honestly if gender hadn't been specified I would have just assumed this was the alt universe version of Teacher.
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>>2638583
That's so perfect it hurts.
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>>2638446
heh, nice try

>>2638495
This is great, I hope this allows us to team up with Mars. Nemesis would also be a cool cape name in my opinion.
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>>2638601
Nemesis sounds like it could be our shard's name.
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>>2638610
Nemesis was actually a greek goddesses name, who also happened to be the goddess of retribution, specifically those who defied the Gods. This Mars character is probably a rich person with easy access to a decent education, and is also mentally unstable. He also idolizes us as the apparent Avatar of Nemesis. I say we exploit this as much as possible, and try and drain this poor fool for as much money and equipment as possible before pinning our crimes on him.
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>>2638636
anon... that's horrible...
I like it
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>>2638636
Hell, if it comes down to it we could always tell the cops that he mind controlled us and forced us to commit these slayings
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>>2638636
Speaking of acquiring equipment.

Barnaby's workplace is not the most affluent, but butchers have historically worn chainmail gloves and even chainmail aprons to prevent injury at work. You can still purchase them today because there is no reason to stop using something that works. Personal protection is important and we are eventually going to fight against people who are capable of hurting us.
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>>2638662
I mean, we're not that powerful. We're basically a above average human, who can sense weakness or something, and all the people we attacked weren't expecting it. In a straight up fight with say a normal with a gun would actually be pretty dangerous for us. Like, we're not gonna be able to go toe to toe with most Gifted, even if we have the element of surprise.
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>>2638672
Yeah isn't that an argument in my favor? Anyone not addled out of their mind with a blade or a gun can fuck us up. Every time you slash or thrust with a knife you're in danger of retaliation and one good nick on our hands can be enough to make us lose the fight.
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>>2638683
Oh I was just saying
>we are eventually going to fight against people who are capable of hurting us.
We've been fighting people who are more than capable of hurting us, but I do agree, some equipment upgrades are very important.
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>>2638683
>>2638693
If we are to get some defensive equipment it should be something like studded leather or something similar so it doesn't hamper our stealth, which i think is our strong suit.
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>>2638702
I own chainmail. Oil it and it barely makes a sound, and especially not if you're moving carefully. It will only make sound if it's ill fitting. You tie it with a cord or belt to stop it from moving independently of your body. An apron is far from the best idea but a shirt that's tailor made is perfect.

Either way I'm happy as long as we armor up
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>>2638721
would it be possible to weave chainmail into our coat? On the outside its a normal coat, but with a chainmail lining. Or would that just be very restrictive?
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>>2638727
Yeah definitely. Sew the mail to the coat and then quilt an inner layer of cloth to it. The chain will be taut and the quilt will make extra sure it won't make any noise plus it prevents any jingle jangle that would occur if it scrapes against belt buckles or weapons.
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>>2638495
Can we steal a new jacket or something on our way out
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>>2638775
We might be able to make a gambeson or get a pretty thick leather jacket in the meantime
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No Colin, you have to reign in your anger. Anger cannot help you here, you'll just make mistakes. He lowers his voice, and clears his throat before continuing.
"You know I don't have the authority to order something like that Arcane, it has to be you. You're the protectorate division leader, they'll listen to you. I'm just some nobody Sergeant."

"I- I'm not sure I can, there's strict rules regarding mercenaries."

"Arcane, so far all I can do is tell you what happened at the scene, if we want to catch this maniac, then I need something more than what we're getting. This is twice in a row, he's already the worst mass murderer ever to hit Brockton. There's enough blood here for ten regular murderers."

The wizard's eyes pick up at that, and his head snaps up to look at the police officer above.

"What if we're going about this wrong Colin?"

"What do you mean?"

"We keep assuming this is one man, what if we're dealing with a group?"

"Shit.
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"Well that went well, what do you think buddy?"

Mars is silent, and has been for quite some time after you left the mansion. Despite Jack's best attempts to get him talking.
Then again "Hey, you want to see my knife collection" or "So what's your favourite kind of meat" are not the best conversation starters with a man who's convinced that he's a god. It's kind of difficult to speak with him.

"So, I have been thinking."

Fuck me, he does have a voice.

"What you did there, it was magnificent. And I respect your dedication and strength. But I must say, I feel you're going about this the wrong way."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, I've been giving it some thought and I've come to the conclusion that should you continue in this way, you'll be labelled too dangerous to live, despite targeting undesirables."

"I'm not stopping if that's what you want."

"Good lord no, I'm just saying that it may be useful to be a bit more subtle in future. If we had let one of those men live, we could have followed them back to their compatriots."

"Then killed the compatriots, I see where you're going with this."

"Perhaps you do, I'd suggest some more, quiet work in future."

"Do you have anything in mind?"

"Not at the moment, but I will drop off a message in the Times, look for a correspondence entitled "To the short, but very polite gentleman." I shall message you once I have some more work, you can read can't you?"

"Of course, fucking of course. I'm not stupid."

Eventually the two of you part ways, Mars disappearing into a strategically parked carriage with a masked driver. You simply duck into a side alley and transform once he's gone, Barnaby returning.

Who proceeds to vomit all over the floor.
Who continues on, you have to get back to the shop.
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>>2638933
>Who proceeds to vomit all over the floor.
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>>2638933
>Who continues on, you have to get back to the shop.
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>>2638933
>Who continues on, you have to get back to the shop.
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>>2638933
We can vomit when we make it back

We're too close to the scene still
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>>2638933
>Who continues on, you have to get back to the shop
We can vomit when we're not at a crime scene.
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>>2638933
>Who proceeds to vomit all over the floor.
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If we're gonna puke lets at least wait til we come across a pub, at least then our puke wont be out of place
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>>2638933
>Who continues on, you have to get back to the shop.

We need to keep our composure for moment longer, lads.
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>>2638933
>Who proceeds to vomit all over the floor.

If no one else vomited during the party and subsequent massacre then hold it till we are somewhere more discreet, otherwise let loose here I guess.
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Keep your composure (and your lunch.)
D50+3
DC:30
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Rolled 21 + 3 (1d50 + 3)

>>2638977
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Rolled 22 + 3 (1d50 + 3)

>>2638977
CRIT FALL
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Rolled 39 + 3 (1d50 + 3)

>>2638977
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>>2638983
Phew!
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writing.
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>>2638983
Hallelujah! Perfect run?
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>>2638995
It's close enough to perfect that they think that we are an army of slashers. That's pretty much the highest of praise we can get
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>>2639015
True that. I wonder how long it'll take until we start to attract imitators.

That, or we could form our own gang. Knowing fear of every man under our command would make keeping order on the streets pretty damn easy, and it does seem we have Gifted ally already...
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>>2639053
We can take over the dockworker's union. Angry, unpowered men who have already killed a bunch of Blessed. Our attacks aren't indicative of using a power and muggles can easily copy us.

Or we could just look into those who did kill Blessed and groom them into fall guys when things get too hot.
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>This is twice in a row, he's already the worst mass murderer ever to hit Brockton.
>he's already the worst mass murderer ever to hit Brockton.

UHULL!!! We broke the record bois!
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Rolled 34 + 5 (1d40 + 5)

Yeah, you're used to working in a butcher's but what Jack did was bad in a way you can't even begin to describe. When you were transformed there was nothing, you weren't fine with it per se. It was just that you had no access to the body's responses to things like that, it was like you were disgusted on a moral and intellectual level but couldn't access the physical component. Now of course, the memory of what Jack has done hits you like a truck. You force the bile back and slowly stagger back towards the shop, formulating excuses for the time and trying desperately to avoid thinking about the most horrifying part of today's events.

You don't even feel bad for killing them, there's some kind of weird disconnect. Like watching a dream. You suppose it helps that it's someone else actually doing it.

You arrive back at the shop rather late, almost six in the afternoon. Dan's a bit sceptical but there's no drink on your breath, and your clothes are no bloodier than usual so in the end he accepts that the people in charge of the kitchen kept you a bit late. "Sorry, I had a worker before you who'd take any opportunity to slack off. Checking's become a habit." He seems pretty happy with the day's haul though, and sends you home with an extra day's worth of pay for your trouble.

It jingles in your pocket with what you took from the party. It's weird how little money the toffs were carrying, but you suppose that people that rich might not actually have to carry money. You've never actually seen a rich person pay for anything after all, they've always either paid in advance or sent a servant to pay for them.

You change back into your regular clothes, and head back towards your district.

Jack/Barnaby
Status: Fuckin' Fantastic, you're gonna enjoy this.
Money: 23 dollars, plus whatever I just rolled. -25 tomorrow afternoon.
Jack:Content
Inventory: An old ratty coat, really nice steel toed work boots.
Switchblade acquired. It's not the best knife, and you'll definitely need to replace it. but it'll do for now.
[The Baron's Arms Surplus. Located. Sells antique rifles muskets and other forms of weaponry, including knives.]

Head back home, and get some rest.
Head into town, you'd like to buy something.
Head into town, you have something you want to do.
Or you could just explore a bit.
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>>2639068
The dockworkers are to close tot he PRT building. We should keep our target to the city center.
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>>2639095
>Money: 23 dollars, plus whatever I just rolled.
34+5 = 39
Jesus christ we made some cash.
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>>2639095
>Head back home, and get some rest.
Yeah it wouldn't hurt to sleep off the affairs of the slaughtering we did.
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>>2639095
>Head back home, and get some rest.
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>>2639095
> Head into town, you'd like to buy something.

Maybe we could find some more useful gear. One knife probably won't last forever.
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>>2639095
>Head back home, and get some rest.
We can go shopping after we rest and pay the bills.
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>>2639095
>Head into town, you'd like to buy something
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>>2639095
>Head into town, you'd like to buy something.
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we have a tie gentlemen, if no one resolves it within five minutes I'll roll.
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>>2639095
Head into town, you'd like to buy something.
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>>2639138
and there we have it, writing.
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You quickly find yourself in the North Market once more, slowly exploring and looking around in search of something.
What exactly are you looking for again?

>Something to kill people. (The Baron's arms, surplus and gunsmiths.)
>Something to wear, for intimidation. (???)
>Something to wear, for protection.(???)
>Something else?
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>>2639191
>Something to wear, for protection.
>Go to a butcher's supply shop, we need new gloves. It won't be as suspicious as a poor young man throwing dollars at exotic knives and swords
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>>2639191
>Something to wear, for protection.
Either a chainshirt or some better gloves.
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>>2639191
>Something to wear, for protection.(???)

Our power helps with intimidation and we have done alright with killing so far, but being able to take a few more hits might mean a lot in the long run.
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>>2639191
>Something to kill people. (The Baron's arms, surplus and gunsmiths.)

Now that we have money maybe we can buy Jack's bowie knife
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>>2639191
>Something to wear, for protection.(???)
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>>2639134
What happened to the cleaver we got from the mansion
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>>2639204
This.
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>>2639218
oh yeah, you have that too, I just forgot to put it down.
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Remember my serial killing friendos always bring protection.
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>>2639227
D50+5
DC:???
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Rolled 3 + 5 (1d50 + 5)

>>2639235
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Rolled 14 + 5 (1d50 + 5)

>>2639235
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Rolled 10 + 5 (1d50 + 5)

>>2639235
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okay.
writing.
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Rolled 7 - 5 (1d50 - 5)

>>2639235
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Well, the dice had to take their revenge sometime I guess.
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>>2639264
Hopefully it won't be too bad.
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>>2639264
Maybe we just found shitty armor?
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It takes you a good hour or so to find what you need, the shop is located deep in the serpentine back alleys and far away from the main road into the Market square. Andrew's butchery and fishmonger's supply is a small shop, more like a depot to be honest, there's not really a shop floor or anything either. From what you can see, there's just a small desk in front of a door into the back.

Unfortunately no one is inside, it being far too late in the day. So you're left to head home, maybe you can catch it tomorrow or the Sunday. In the end you head home, arriving at maybe seven in the afternoon. It's not that late but your night was tiring so conversation at dinner is limited to the bare essentials, yes you do have enough for bills tomorrow, no you didn't get in any trouble, yes you're being careful not to hurt yourself in the butcher's shop.

You collapse into your bed not long after, having completely forgotten your promise to Michael regarding your powers.

You are in the same room as before, the symmetrical office once more appearing before you. Jack is sat across from you as usual, his posture much more relaxed than yours as idly plays with a meat cleaver. The table in front of you is fully white now, the black marble having disappeared completely from it.

You also notice that while Jack's side of the room retains it's unique charm, it does appear to be much cleaner. Barring Jack himself, who is covered in blood.

Alright Barn? I thought we should talk.

About what?

I dunno, you're the one with all the bloody questions. I just stab people. I thought It might be good to get some thought in though, I've got to admit this is still all a bit weird to me.

[JACK:CONTENT]
You never told me who you actually were?
What do you think of that Mars bloke?
Do you remember anything from before I met you?
What do we do from here? I never expected this to happen, so I don't really have any plans.
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>>2639390
> What do we do from here? I never expected this to happen, so I don't really have any plans.

First things first.
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>>2639390
Oh, in addition.

How do you just... Kill like that, I don't understand how easy it is for you.
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>>2639390
>What do we do from here? I never expected this to happen, so I don't really have any plans.

>If we keep doing this, we're going to get killed before the end of the year. We need a plan, cover our asses. Or stop.

He can't really answer the other questions and he already told us what he thinks about Mars
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>>2639390
>What do we do from here? I never expected this to happen, so I don't really have any plans.
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>>2639390
>What do you think of that Mars bloke?
>What do we do from here? I never expected this to happen, so I don't really have any plans
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writing
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I'm really sorry, but I'm falling asleep here. I'll pick this up in the morning given that it's ten o clock at night here in bonglandia.

I shall see you in a few hours.
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>>2639495
Don't sweat it, good night Void
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>>2639495
No problem Void, see you tomorrow
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I did think of something. We've got that other power to see people's worst. It's much harder to track if we need to change our MO but unable to lay low. Jack will just have to be content with bullying people to death- he can lend them knives if he must
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>>2638636
Mars is Gallant. He's probably completely loaded. I mean he did get an invite after all
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>>2640091
Oh shit. I just realized. Since Gallant in this timeline is super Roman myth, then checking the last thread...
>Gallant / Mars = Mars
>Glory Girl / Lady Liberty? = Minerva
>Myrddin / Arcane = Jupiter
>Assault? / Hermes = Mercury
>Miss Militia? / Buffalo Soldier = Artemis
>Armsmaster / Armoury = Vulcan
But then where does Kaiser and Chessman fit?

Speaking of alternates, uhhhh
>??? / Boilerplate
>who builds armour for his men
>??? / Jackanape
>can tell jokes that send anyone nearby doubled over laughing, unable to cope with the sheer hilarity
>Rule 63 Othala? / Mastery
>can give people and himself superhuman abilities, making them able to shoot beams of light or fly, even heal incredibly quickly
>??? / Hector Frye
>capable of detaching his limbs and controlling them remotely
>??? / Wukong
>can create copies of himself and fly
>??? / Kuan Yin
>can heal any ailment with beams of golden energy
>??? & ??? / ??? & ???
>twin brothers who control shadow
>??? & ??? / Unstoppable & Immovable
>???????????????????????
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>>2641148
Wait hang on, Myrddin / Arcane would be more Neptune and Kaiser would be more Jupiter, though Myrddin is Protectorate leader at this point.
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>>2641148
If I had to guess, Wukong is this universe's Daiichi, a guy from the original ABB that also had clones and got killed by Contessa.
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>>2641189
>Lung got Contessa'd
>Daiichi survived the BS
Interesting.
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>>2641148
I'm pretty sure Buffalo soldier was mentioned to be a male. Mastery could also be a trump version of Uber if it's someone local, or given capes from outside brockton bay are an option it could easily be a weaker version of Teacher.

In any case trying to form a team with a roman inspiration could certainly be an interesting angle to go with if we really want to hitch ourselves to Mars/Gallant. Lares could work for Kaiser on that note given this version of Kaiser makes constructs using uniforms or clothes and the Lares were a collection of minor guardian deities, Vulcan could also feasibly fit as could something like Talos if we are fine with dipping into the greek myths.
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>>2641894
Lets keep Mars at arms length. He's a useful guy to have around, but thats it. I'm curious if we could somehow get him to attack the protectorate, in case they start to get too close to finding out who we are. Also, would his psycho ray stuff work on us? Considering we're two people, and one of us is already pretty psychotic.
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>>2639495


>I'll pick this up in the morning given that it's ten o clock at night here in bonglandia.

Can't believe i velieved in him...
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Sorry, I got called into work to cover a shift and I forgot to tell you guys. I’ll run when I get home.
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>>2644233
Its cool
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>>2639390
>What do we do from here? I never expected this to happen, so I don't really have any plans.
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I'm really sorry to keep blueballing you guys, but I'm fucking knackered. I can't run tonight, it'd be like one or two shitty paragraphs and not up to my usual (Low) standard.

I swear to god however, that I shall write for the quest tomorrow at two PM GMT. I'll push through then, but I have to sleep now.
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>>2644443
It's okay void get some rest!
NOOOOOOOOOOO FUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK
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>>2644443
Take all the time and rest you need for quality, VOID. We're still not at autosage limit
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>>2644443
dice2d6
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Rolled 6, 4 = 10 (2d6)

>>2644753
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You look across at Jack as he sits back on his chair, the killer's vulpine grin unwavering as he crosses and uncrosses his legs on the chair. He looks rather comfortable, but you give your next words some thought anyway. You don't know whether the two of you can interact here, but you'd rather not say something that might facilitate a sudden, unpleasant discovery. It takes you a while, but eventually you happen upon a good way of asking your next question.

"So do we have a plan? I really wasn't expecting this. So far all I can think about doing is surviving and paying the rent. You've been awesome for that Jack-"

"Thanks."

"Uh... no problem. As I was saying, you've been awesome but we should really be a bit less murderous. If we keep going like this we'll get caught. We need to make a plan, and find a way to make money that doesn't run the risk of us getting the chair."

He's quiet for a moment, face scrunched up in worried thought. It's a surprisingly human expression and it shocks you for a second how normal he looks. Part of you is thankful that you went with a full mask, nobody would take you seriously if they could see your face.

Except you know... if they knew about all those people you killed. They'd probably take you seriously then.

It takes him a few seconds to get himself in order and meet your eyes again.

"I guess I could be a bit more clever about how I go about things."

Well that's a start.

"I still think mugging folks would go a long way, it'd be safer than what we've done so far and there'd be plenty of money, depending on where we go."

"Do you not have a plan? Something you want to do?"

He stares deeply into your eyes, and for just a second you catch a glimpse of something terrible. A quick flash of emotion and intent that you can't really identify, but it burns brightly for just a second and you can feel your heart quicken as the feeling recedes.

"I want to be on top, I want to win and revel in it. I want to look someone, anyone in the eye, and know that they're terrified of me."

I don't want to be scared any more.

Jack recoils as that last part echoes throughout the room, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. His face turns red as he stands and howls in rage, a knife appearing in his hand almost instantly.

The room fades, and the last thing you see is his eyes lock onto you.

"What did you do!?"

[JACK:TERRIFIED]

You awaken to another rainy day, the sounds of daily life returning as you try to get back in contact with your mental passenger.

Jack? you there?

He's silent but you can still feel him back there, his emotions swirling and roiling. Maybe you should leave him be for a while.

Cont.
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Jack/Barnaby
Status: ehhhh, the Jury's still out, but you're not sick or injured.
Money: 62 Dollary doos
Jack:Not answering your calls.
Inventory: An old ratty coat, really nice steel toed work boots.
Switchblade acquired. It's not the best knife, and you'll definitely need to replace it. but it'll do for now.
[The Baron's Arms Surplus. Located. Sells antique rifles muskets and other forms of weaponry, including knives.]
[Andrew's butchery and Fishmonger's supplies. Sells Chainmail in addition to things like butchers hooks.]

You get up and get dressed quickly, changing into another set of clothes before heading into the main room. Your brother is there already, putting some fuel in the little wood stove you use to heat your two rooms. He turns to you as the flames start curling around the wood, and speaks in a worried tone.

"Hey Barnaby, we have enough for the rent?"

"Yeah, we're good."

I'll leave the twenty five quid in the house, that way it'll be safe with mom and Michael.
I'll take the money with me, that way I can look after it, and keep it safe.
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>>2646236
Split it. So there's 25 at home, 25 in the pocket so fate can't assfuck us and we have enough to pay rent either way
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>>2646239
i agree
>is jack okay?
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>>2646239
Supporting
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>>2646236
>Status: ehhhh, the Jury's still out, but you're not sick or injured.
>Jack:Not answering your calls.
"You used to call me on your mind phone."

>>2646246
+1
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split the money, because you aren't dumb
writing.
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Oh, by the way.
>Go to work.
>Do something else.
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>>2646274
>Go to work.
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>Go to work.
gotta keep up appearances
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>>2646274
>>Go to work.
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>>2646274
>>Go to work.
Keep them knife skills sharp.
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okay, work it is.
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>>2646274
>Go to work.

Time for chainmail
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>>2646274
>Go to work.
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"I'll leave the money here, you make sure nothing happens to it while I'm at work alright?"

He nods and answers in the affirmative while you split the cash. You've been hiding it under a loose floorboard, in a small box. It's not the best security, but it's sure better than nothing.

"Thanks Barnaby, I was a bit worried there. Those coppers said that they'd ' ave the stuff on Dad's body back by now."

"Yeah, well I've got this. You just focus on looking after mum."

The lady herself arrives a few minutes later and you spend a short time talking with the two of them about small things, lamenting the weather and trading tips for piecework. In the end all good things must come to a close however, and you find yourself once more headed down to work. There's fewer people out on the streets today, most likely because of the rain, and the few that are out make quick time going to wherever. One thing you do notice is a marked increase in Ironclad gang members on the streets, red silk shirts worn over gleaming steel breastplates. They appear to have taken the territory properly now, the previous gang in charge either being destroyed or folded into the main group. They're relatively polite at least, Boilerplate is known to refuse ill mannered applicants to his gang.

You walk on past, neither bothering nor being bothered by the gangsters. Eventually you arrive at the butchery, and settle down for a hard day's work.


D50
DC: 5, 45
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Rolled 20 (1d50)

>>2646310
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Rolled 5 (1d50)

>>2646310
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Rolled 8 (1d50)

>>2646310
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>>2646310
Shit.

>You don't tell him about the thirty quid you stuffed in your pockets just in case, he'd ask where i came from.
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also, a regular success.
writing
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The day passes quickly,there are less customers than most days it being the end of the week but there's enough that you're kept busy cutting and filleting for the better part of the day. Jack still isn't answering any messages so you're left on your own while you work, thinking about what exactly you'll do from here on out. You've enough money for an extra week now, but at the cost of your reputation with the police. You've seen the papers and what they're saying about you, the Ripper is being hunted, if you keep killing like you do then eventually the police will catch up to you.

They'll kill you if you're caught.

The thought is a sobering one, but it's a truth that you have to confront. Somehow you have to find a use for your powers that isn't just common thievery. It is with that thought that you leave work, wandering the streets two dollars richer than before. Mr Anderson will want paying today, but you've been let out early due to how slow it is so you've plenty of time.

Jack/Barnaby
Status: ehhhh, the Jury's still out, but you're not sick or injured.
Money: 62 Dollary doos
Jack:Not answering your calls.
Inventory: An old ratty coat, really nice steel toed work boots.
Switchblade acquired. It's not the best knife, and you'll definitely need to replace it. but it'll do for now.
[The Baron's Arms Surplus. Located. Sells antique rifles muskets and other forms of weaponry, including knives.]
[Andrew's butchery and Fishmonger's supplies. Sells Chainmail in addition to things like butchers hooks.]
Powers: Thinker power that tells you how to intimidate, scare or otherwise emotionally harm people, can transform into The Ripper.

Maybe you can leverage your powers in a non combative way?(HOW?)
You'd rather not think on that yet, you still have to pop by the butchery supplier, see if you can get something to protect yourself.
Go and take a look in the knife shop, try and coax Jack into speaking up
Explore the City, there's all sorts of cools stuff.
Do something else?
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>>2646365
>You'd rather not think on that yet, you still have to pop by the butchery supplier, see if you can get something to protect yourself.
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>>2646365
>You'd rather not think on that yet, you still have to pop by the butchery supplier, see if you can get something to protect yourself.
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>>2646365
>Maybe you can leverage your powers in a non combative way?(HOW?)

We can hear people's darkest secrets, surely there's a therapeutic application to this? We could try to find work as a therapist assistant or something.

Alternative two is getting a shoe in with one of the local crime lords/blessed. Win their trust and we can be fucking made by vetting their henchmen and rooting out malcontents.

Or hell, go to the protectorate or police and get a job as a criminal examiner. They don't need to know about Jack.
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>>2646365
>We can pay off the next two weeks at minimum.

But should probably ask if the butcher can pitch in on us getting chainmail gloves. He'd pay less then he'd normally have to effectively have a pair for his apprentice. We'd have hand armor.

Just say since dad died, our family is a lot more reliant on us not losing our fingers.
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>>2646381
I like the last suggestion since we can use our position to help jack avoid the police.But i think we should do it after we get some protection first.
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>>2646386
It's an idea, but it adds a layer of danger since if the gloves are damaged outside of work it will be hard to explain.

Also OP, how much did our father's work pay if rent is 25 bux per week? We earn 1 dollar a day, it's impossible to pay rent on that alone
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>>2646365
>Maybe you can leverage your powers in a non combative way?(HOW?)
We know people's fears, that cuts out like 90% of the work of being a fortune teller. Lets set up a stall in the market, talk some bullshit about reading hand lines or something, then play into their fears, but try to spin it positive.
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>>2646402
He was a Dock team leader, in charge of a dockside warehouse. he got almost six dollars for a day's work. Long hours though.
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okay so,
>Pick up some protection from the shop
>Try using your power for fortune telling bullshit.
>Go report an edited version of your powers to the coppers, maybe you can get a job there.
>Try to find a therapist, maybe your powers can be used there.
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>>2646413
>Pick up some protection from the shop
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>Try using your power for fortune telling bullshit.
this sounds like fun
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>>2646413
>Try using your power for fortune telling bullshit.
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>>2646413
>Pick up some protection from the shop
We can choose what do with our powers after we get some protection. I don't think we need to rush it.
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>>2646413
>Pick up some protection from the shop
One thing at a time

>>2646403
Problem I see with that, in a world with powers, is that someone is going to come knocking and they will find out that we're an unknown and unregistered blessed.

I also doubt it will earn a lot of money. Gypsies usually don't live the high life
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use protection, writing.
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After some thought and a pie, you decide that locating some hand protection should take priority over daydreaming uses for your Gift. It's a tough decision but you have a week to think of alternative money sources, so before long your wandering brings you to Andrew's butchery supplies. It's actually open now, it being early in the afternoon. You enter, the bell on the door ringing as you step in front of the small counter that acts as the only furnishing in the room.

After a few seconds, an overweight and elderly gentleman comes through. He has ruddy cheeks and a large red nose, his mouth raising into a smile as he sees you enter. "Ah, and who do we have here? You're not one of my regulars."

He did terrible things in the war, and saw worse. Blood and gore that's what'll break him, but you will need a lot.

"No sir, my name's Barnaby. I work for Daniel who runs the butchers between North and Elm street."

"Yes, I know Daniel. You'd be That Barnaby then, he says you're a good lad. Are you on an errand then, I assume he wants something made?"

"No sir. I got a few spare dollars and thought I'd grab some gloves, the proper metal chain ones. My father passed a while back, so now I've got to look after the family."

"And you want to take care of your hands, no problem lad, no problem at all. I'll see if I have any fitted for you."

It takes a few minutes of rummaging in the back, but eventually he returns with a few sets of gloves. He has a few made of incredibly thick treated leather, so tough that they're almost stab proof. Then there's the chain ones. They're made of regular leather gloves, with dozens of small interlinked metal rings sewn on around the outside, enough so that it's completely covered. They come in two variants, short ones that go up to the wrist and longer ones that go up to the elbow.

"Now, The longer ones are probably a bit out of your price range, but it's all good quality. What do you think?"

leather will do, let's keep as much money as possible. (-2 dollars.)
Short chain ought to be good, it's a good compromise between cost and protection. (-5 dollars)
Grab the long gloves, better to cover as much as possible. (-10 dollars)
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>>2646402
If we get some simple repair tools (things to bend metal ), repairing our chainmail should be ez pz. Just would have to buy a nice supply of chainmail rings so we can make repairs to some used chainmail. Damage to already ratty damaged mail should be hard to tell, is cheaper, and provides most of the protection we want.
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>>2646486
>Grab the long gloves, better to cover as much as possible.
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Grab the long gloves, better to cover as much as possible. (-10 dollars)
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>>2646486
>Grab the long gloves, better to cover as much as possible. (-10 dollars)
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>>2646486
>Short chain ought to be good, it's a good compromise between cost and protection. (-5 dollars)
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>>2646486
I'd say try to haggle on the long gloves. Say we can extend up to 7-8 dollars, and long gloves matter a lot.
We're on tough times, dad blew my fingers off and there were gibbs everywhere. My shoulder was blasted and then my dad's brains were everywhere, just drippping from the window sill. it was hor-.. I'm sorry, it's all a bit gruesome. Point being, The protection is important but I don't think I can spend the full $10 at this given moment.
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>>2646504
+1
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>>2646504
Supporting
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try to haggle by fucking with his head.
D50+3
DC:35
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Rolled 9 + 3 (1d50 + 3)

>>2646514
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Rolled 27 (1d50)

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Rolled 28 + 3 (1d50 + 3)

>>2646514
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Rolled 21 + 3 (1d50 + 3)

>>2646514
No additional advantage?
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>>2646526
some people are tougher than others, and while you know how to scare people, you might not actually be able to do it.
failure, writing
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Thhe lesson here is, don't try to use your gifted powers to jew people up.
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"Hey, are you sure about the prices on the long loves, I can't really splash that much, but-"

"Then why not just take the smaller ones, they'll be perfectly serviceable. In fact they're what I'd probably suggest, especially for an assistant. No offence, but you're unlikely to be doing work that requires the long gloves."

"Are you sure that you can't knock a dollar or two off of the long gloves?"

"I'm sorry lad, I'm already selling these cheaper than most. I appreciate the effort though, it's good to see that haggling hasn't gone out of style.

Damn.

>Buy the long gloves -10 dollars.
Y/N
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I'm going to have to head off now, I've got college and work tomorrow.

I will be running on saturday, probably around 2pm gmt or so for much longer than today.
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>>2646573
Y
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>>2646573
Yes
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>>2646573
>N

To suspicious a butcher boy buying this kind of gloves. But not like my vote will win.
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>>2646577
Alright see you next time boss
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>>2646581
This, it's too suspicious, especially with us talking about tight on dosh.

The shorter gloves should be fine for now. We can get an excuse to get long when we're working with larger meat sections ( entire cows instead of pigs)
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>>2646616
Also if we can get our hands on a book about anatomy, Jack would probably be straight up PLEASED with that information.

He's already accurate, but learning about specific arteries + tendons would be nice. Plus maybe we can learn more grappling vrange of motion.
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>>2646616
If we're not spending it, what will we be spending it on?
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>>2646573
This >>2646581
Buy the smaller gloves
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>>2646626
buffer of next week. Hand guard is still nice. We can literally grab people's knifes by the blade and still stab them
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>>2646626
Knifes, clothes, next mounth's payment.
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>>2646573
>N
Buy the smaller short-chain gloves. I'm liking the idea of buying an anatomy book like >>2646621 suggested. They probably sell those in a bookkeeper's shop close to the market, where both rich toffs and the regular chaps can find something useful to read. Also the chainmail repair thing that >>2646489 suggested is great too, but we can get spare chain rings and bending tools later once we get more dosh from missions.
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>>2646634
>>2646635
Wouldn't it be more cost-effective to buy the longer gloves now than upgrading to it later? I'll agree that it'd be too suspicious to buy the long gloves now.
>>2646649
+1

>>2646381
>>2646403
Alternatively we could enter politics or the media, become the ultimate fearmonger or demagogue. Fortunately we fit the demographics to run for either.
>>2646408
Are there any jobs that could pay our weekly rent? Could we eventually earn a promotion?
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>>2646671
The most cost effective would be buying the leather gloves plus the short one. That will definwtly give us a good protection for our hands and will cost us just 7 bucks. Still cheaper then the long chainned ones.
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>>2646486
>He has a few made of incredibly thick treated leather, so tough that they're almost stab proof. Then there's the chain ones. They're made of regular leather gloves, with dozens of small interlinked metal rings sewn on around the outside, enough so that it's completely covered.
>>2646677
I don't think we can combo them, they're integrated.
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>>2646671
>politics
We could legit start a local protection racket with prodding. If we do, we should be careful we do not become monsters ourselves.
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>>2646681
Yeah i suspected as much. But then again we are still trying to avoid suspicion of any kind.
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>>2646671
I feel like we can use our power to fuck with people or help them out. Basically Jack Napier Barnaby becomes the down-to-earth psychological "talking the enemies down" dualism part of the Joker, while Void Knight Barnaby embodies the Joker Immunity and how eternal he is with constantly coming back, and Manic Barnaby has all the luck and Joker skills but with horrific genetic issues.

Or am I just imagining a pattern where none exists?
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>>2646685
>We could legit start a local protection racket with prodding.
That would be the one of the easiest paths. I'm iffy on racketeering a bunch of normal people who probably already are.
We could blackmail politicians.
>If we do, we should be careful we do not become monsters ourselves.
Technically it could be argued that all 3 Barnaby Campbells became monsters.
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>>2646701
>I feel like we can use our power to fuck with people or help them out. Basically Jack Napier Barnaby becomes the down-to-earth psychological "talking the enemies down" dualism part of the Joker, while Void Knight Barnaby embodies the Joker Immunity and how eternal he is with constantly coming back, and Manic Barnaby has all the luck and Joker skills but with horrific genetic issues.
Imagine the team if we brought all Barnabys together. Something interesting to note is that while Jack Napier Barnaby is certainly physically the weakest Barnaby, he's by far the most socially dangerous one. I wonder what would happen if Jack Napier Barnaby talked to Jack Slash.
>Or am I just imagining a pattern where none exists?
The QM did give subtle hints to Manic Barnaby back in the first season, so I wouldn't put it out of the question he planned each version to embody certain aspects once we got more. Alternatively he's going to steal this idea and retcon it.
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>>2646731
I would be more than fine if this were the case
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I think we've overlooked a very very lucrative form of money making. Blackmail. We can either see things that people never want to be revealed. Or see a way to find them. A meeting a month in a random alley with a terrifying hooded figure is pretty low risk once we get it going.
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>>2646777
This works too, especially on rich toffs
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>>2646777
Support blackmail people is a good way to get lots of money.
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>>2646573
>N
Just get the short ones for fucks sake.
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>>2646573
>N
I don't think you guys realize how odd it comes off dropping this much on gloves. He doesn't expect us being able to pay for it and he knows who we work for. This would definitely leave an impression and a potential clue, which would be bad for us. Just get the short gloves, it's better in the long run of not getting caught.
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>>2646573
>N
Buy the short chain ones.

Also, loving this more violent universe (and protagonist) immensely, QM!
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>>2646232
Shiiiiiit shit shit shit.

Jack's not our shard power!? We got the power to read people, and we're reading Jack, only he can hear it too coz he's in our head!
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>>2648141
Jack is a personality created by our shard, so it can talk with us. Also i guess our shard was bullied by the entities.
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>>2648145
I think our shard is also a part of the Entity Void Barnaby's shard is from.
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>>2648145
Actually, I think it's more of a reflection of Barnaby's fears. He doesn't want to be afraid.
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>>2648596
So Jack is clearly a split personality right? The form is to make it easier to fight physically, while our other power is to fight mentally. The reason Jack is surprised about the other power is that subconsciously we think he's not us and tied to the body shift. The reality is that our power is to make us feel safe, so we get bigger than dad and nothing they say can hurt us. The trauma of the event caused a split.
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>>2650394
Power to know how to use absolutely anything as an effective weapon.
>Skill Thinker
>Has powers that enhance their abilities to perform, learn, or execute techniques.
>Involves helplessness or questions of competence, often in scenarios where the person is out of their depth.
We didn't have power over our dad. We weren't strong enough to overcome him, but that didn't result in a Brute trigger. It resulted in a Thinker trigger because we weren't strong enough alone. We needed something else - anything else - to stop him. But stop and think, and you realize we're in a house filled with things. Anything can be lethal in the right hands, and your hands are those right hands now.

Power to get weaknesses out of anyone.
>Social Thinker
>Can manipulate, study, or control others, but do so purely through the right information or skills.
>Involves isolation, betrayal, or similar, but with a focus on emotions. (Guilt, shame, self-loathing, etc.)
>Trigger events usually produce Thinkers when the parahuman experiences large amounts of emotional and mental strain while a crisis point is reached in a short period of time. This contrasts with Tinkers, where issues remain unresolved over a large amount of time before they culminate in a crisis moment. Crushing revelations, moments of mental or emotional anguish, great fear, anger, and self-loathing are frequent causes of Thinker triggers.
He was going to hurt our brother. So strong, so fearless, so unrattled by anything at all. Completely invincible, or so it seemed. Everybody is human. Everybody has a weakness somewhere in their past, or one they constantly have. Words are a lethal weapon too.

>Changers all alter their physical form in some way.
>Changers arise from mental and emotional issues involving identity or body image, or from conflicts involving constraining social expectations.
We're not strong enough alone to take on Dad. We're not enough ourselves to take him on. We need someone else to help us. Someone stronger. Someone more brutal. Someone more like our father than we are.

The powers all make sense with the triggers, but Zion/VOID doesn't write much relevant to the triggers in the moments, he gets straight to the powers happening. Would be a good improvement if he did more of subtly describing the actual trigger reasons in the moments when Barnaby gets the powers, but eh.
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>>2650862
Woo! Discussion! Not enough in threads lately (or at least the ones I follow apparently). That all makes sense but it doesn't add up to why Jack seems unaware of the other side of our powers. Think we could have triggered twice?
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>>2650871
Doubt it. I think he's a manifestation of that other side of us, given form and power by the shard, but created by ourselves. He knows as much about our powers as we do, but he doesn't know about the actual shard and its role in all this. In this way, we're kinda like Tristan/Byron from Ward (Worm's sequel), a case 70.

Basically, twins that trigger at the same time while touching each other end up going fully permanent fusion dance a la Dragonball, and can switch between physical manifestation at will. The shard completely switches out one twin for the other complete with all the clothes and items they had on them beforehand, and the one twin that isn't in control ends up watching everything the other twin sees as if on a TV screen from a room in a mindspace. Pretty interesting stuff, but this doesn't exactly apply to Barnaby here, though the "shared mental room during sleep with a divided symbolic theme" is from another character in Ward too.
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>>2650883
Ah see I've never read Ward so that's news to me. Cool concept though. It just strikes me as incredibly bizarre how completely unaware he was of that part of our powers.
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>>2647903
SUPPORT THE SHORT
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>>2651178
I don't know how many of you guys have seen or read Fight Club, but mental illness, self loathing, fear and despair play a major part in basically every aspect of the narrative. To Barnaby, Jack is basically his version of an ideal self. Strong, confident, assertive, and competent. He's able to get done what Barnaby thinks that he couldn't on his own. However, it seems that Barnaby also associated strength with his father, who was a very cruel, self centered, and unrepentant man, at least on the surface. So Barnaby views his own strength and weakness through this fractured lens.

What I think is happening to Jack is basically if you try to make a flawed concept manifest, like a tulpa. While we're disgusted with power, we also admire it. Jack is just dealing with the effects of supposedly being a fearless unstoppable badass, who isn't so fearless or unstoppable.
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>>2651838
I wonder how much of this theorycrafting/deep thinking was planned by Zion and how much he's just going to steal.
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>>2653670
I think subtly incorporating stuff that readers/voters post/theory about, or using that as fodder to improve the quest and your own writing/quest skills is hallmark of a good QM. Another one is engaging with the voters/posters with Q&A or asking stuff, etc.
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>>2653761
Oh I agree, I'd just find it really funny it Zion put literally no thought into the trigger event and is retroactively applying anons' ideas.
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"I'll take the short gloves please, I've got to admit I'm looking forwards to less cuts after this."

He nods and smiles, pulling the other glove pairs off of the counter as you rummage around in your coat's deep pockets. Five dollars is a lot of money in small change, but luckily most of the cash from the toffs was in silver dollars so it's easy enough to count out. You use some small change anyway though, best not to risk it.

"Cheers lad, and the best of luck to you. Give Dan my regards will you? I don't get to see him much these days."

"Of course, I'll say hello the next time I see him."

You take your new mail gloves and leave the store, five dollars down but happier and more content in your own safety. Truth be told you probably should have bought a good pair of gloves before now, you do work with knives all day after all. These however, have a better purpose.

[Chain Gloves acquired, heavy hand protection.]

It's about three O'clock by the time you're done, but you've still got a bit of time left before you need to swing by Mr Holden's apartment. Maybe you should check the papers, Mars did say that he'd send you a message in one if he found anything. Then again it could be useful to just head home, get everything sorted early.

The city stretches out before you. There are a few more red shirts on the streets than you're used to however.

Jack/Barnaby
Status: He's still not answering your calls
Money: 57 Dollary doos
Jack: I'm thinking, leave me alone.
Inventory: An old ratty coat, really nice steel toed work boots.
Switchblade at the moment, you keep your cleaver at home.
Chain gloves, in a back pocket.
[The Baron's Arms Surplus. Located. Sells antique rifles muskets and other forms of weaponry, including knives.]
[Andrew's butchery and Fishmonger's supplies. Sells Chainmail in addition to things like butchers hooks.]

Try to coax some conversation out of Jack.
Take a look around, there's got to be something here worth looking at.
There's an awful lot of gangsters going about, maybe you should see what you can find out.
Head to the Baron's Arms, maybe you want to take a look in there. A revolver could serve you well.
Something else, maybe a smarter choice.
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>>2653876
>Head to the Baron's Arms, maybe you want to take a look in there. A revolver could serve you well.

Maybe Jack will stop being so grumpy.
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>>2653876
>Head to the Baron's Arms, maybe you want to take a look in there. A revolver could serve you well.
Also buy a newspaper to check if Mars sent us a message.
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>>2653876
> Leave most of the money at home

If morning, try a bookstore to see if you can buy a uses anatomy book. Perhaps we can say we are doing some light chores for an student

If night, go to a tabern with a ring buy yourself a pint and watch the boxing matches. Perhaps that will cheer Jack up.
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>>2653876
>Head to the Baron's Arms, maybe you want to take a look in there. A revolver could serve you well.

>Buy a newspaper maybe they have something about your work as well as Mars message.
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>Jack: I'm thinking, leave me alone.

Well someone is in a bad mood.
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Check the shop before going home.
ok, writing
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Does the Gentleman´s Agreement looks badly on using guns? Are there any deviations from the unwritten rules of Worm?
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>>2653915
I mean guns can be used to cripple someone. So long we don't shoot to kill i think it's fine.
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>>2653924
In Worm, even the act of carrying a gun, except in very few circumstances, counts as breaking the rules. Think of it as a barbed bayonet or a flamethrower. Those that carry them don´t get the luxury of being made prisioners.

Carrying a gun simbolizes tha the gloves are off, and I assure you the gloves are there for a good reason. It won´t autmatically make us public enemy number one, but people will be more prone to being vicious to us, public opinon goes down and we will be ostracized from cape society. Using it will be even worse.
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>>2653927
A gun is no go, but a crossbow is?What about a harpoon gun?
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I would like to apologise, I got distracted for a while, but I'm back now.

>>2653915
The Gentleman's Agreement only actually states that a Gifted's mask and normal life are kept separate, and only punishes those who deliberately unmask a Gifted or attack them out of costume. Apart from that it's pretty much open season.
Buffalo Soldier for example, has been known to use rifles, shotguns and pistols. Even Arcane carries a small revolver, in case he runs into a power null-iffier or Inventor that can turn off his Gift.

Deaths are very common in cape fights in this universe, for both regular people and Gifted alike.
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>>2653938
Oh cool so we can go to the dock and acquire a harpoon gun!
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>>2653945
Oh well then. In the original universe any ranged weapon that isn´t a gun is alright. I would suggest getting a small and mass produced gun. For home defense, of course.
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>>2653949
Mike said the cops were giving dad's stuff back. But i doubt they would be giving us his weapon.
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You walk through the dim back alleys back towards the main market square , dodging a few red shirted gangsters on the way to your other visit. The Baron's arms is back on the other side of the market, so it takes you a few minutes to cross the plaza. On your way there you notice several more of the gangsters, and red cloth wrapped around the gas lamps in the area. It seems like something's riled up the Ironclads, now they're pushing their territory out.

You stop in a crowded street and pick up a newspaper on your way, making sure to read it in a public place. You were going to check the correspondences, but it is the headline that catches your attention.
"Brutal Murderer Strikes in Park Road, Protectorate Baffled."

Ah, yes. You suppose that they would find out sooner or later. You skim the article and it's clearly referring to your work yesterday. All about the rich nobles you killed. No mention of the rabid dogs, human flesh or traumatised servants though. You kind of expected that to be honest, but you're still disappointed. Ah well, rich folk just get away with stuff you guess.

The correspondences are amusing to read but irrelevant once you realise that none of them pertain to you, and you ditch the paper once it becomes clear that there's naught else that's useful. Although Jackanapes' top ten jokes are pretty good, you'll have to remember the one about the two madmen.

Once you actually get to the shop, Jack seems to stir in his silent mood. He's still silent, but you can tell that he's trying to contain his almost childlike glee.

You're looking for a pistol, there's plenty around.
A rifle might be handy.
Perhaps a new knife might cheer Jack up.
Shotguns, that is all.
Just sort of browse, there's a hell of a selection
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>>2654064
>Perhaps a new knife might cheer Jack up.
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>>2654064
>Perhaps a new knife might cheer Jack up.
>Just sort of browse, there's a hell of a selection

i mean we can always browse the knifes. Although i don't rememeber how much a bowie knife coast and that is jack favorite type of knife.
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>>2654064
>Perhaps a new knife might cheer Jack up.
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Also pretty strange how this iron clads chumps are sunddely starting to take the area. Maybe the ripper scared then and they are trying to show force?
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>you'll have to remember the one about the two madmen.
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guess it's knives then.
D100 pls.
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>>2654064
>Just sort of browse, there's a hell of a selection
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Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>2654129
Not 50?
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Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>2654129
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>>2654140
not this time friendo
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Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>2654129
SNICKER SNACK
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Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>2654129
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Nice, unfortunately I have to head off for two hours or so, but I'll be right back and keep running afterwards.
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>>2654091
I'm betting they got hit in retaliation for our first massacre. Gang war incoming, protectorate btfo
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>>2654223
That's weird since the only place we attacked was the rich people and the triad. But then again if the said safest place in town got a visit from this murderer what could be said about the less defended/watched places.
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>>2654288
Retaliation referring to the Triad safehouse. We casually murdered nearly everyone in there which is a big no no currently. Triads probably got pissed and attacked the redshirts who are now spreading out in retaliation. Thats my theory at least.
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>>2654297
But we are in the north of the town in the industrial area and the triad is in the center. They wouldn't have a reasi to attack the redshirts. If anything they would hit the other gangs in the town center.
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Okay, unfortunately this is going to take longer than expected, I shall continue the thread tomorrow, most likely in the morning.
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>>2654755
One hour till morning ends and Zion is a baka
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>>2657557
alright, i'm back, writing.
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>>2657572
awesome I'm here on time
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You walk through the various shelves and aisles of the store, the smell of gun oil and metal all around you. You're mostly looking for knives, blades or other sharp things in an attempt to get Jack talking but it doesn't seem to work at first. He's stubbornly refusing to comment on anything, and seems to ignore your messages to him, that is until you have an idea.

"Yeah, this one looks good."
The small stiletto is possibly the cheapest and shittiest thing you've ever seen in here, it's only half a dollar to be fair but there's no excuse for a knife that bends that easily, or has clearly visible rust damage on.

"I'm sure that this will be just what we need to manage. It's not like there's any real difference. A knife is a knife after all."

Oh no...

"Now all I need to do is bring it to the desk, maybe I can even swing a disc-"

OKAY! I'll talk. If you're going to be that much of a prick about it.

Good to have you back.

I was just thinking alright? Just put that down and let me find us a proper one, it's clear you can't be trusted with something this important.

You let out a small smile as Jack makes excuses and grumbles as you walk back around, staring intently at all manner of blades and knives. In the end he notices a few that he might like, although he is briefly distracted by a gun..

A machete roughly the length of your forearm, the largest thing that you could reasonably conceal in your coat. -2 dollars
A kukri with a wooden handle, apparently he's always wanted one. -3 dollars
A bowie knife with a twelve inch blade, who doesn't love one of these. -3 dollars
Or maybe you want to take another look at the guns?
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>>2657589
>A bowie knife with a twelve inch blade, who doesn't love one of these. -3 dollars
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>>2657589
>A kukri with a wooden handle, apparently he's always wanted one. -3 dollars
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>>2657589
>A kukri with a wooden handle, apparently he's always wanted one. -3 dollars
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>>2657589
>>A bowie knife with a twelve inch blade, who doesn't love one of these. -3 dollars
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>>2657589
>A bowie knife with a twelve inch blade, who doesn't love one of these. -3 dollars

>No Karambit
Next time hopefully
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>>2657601
Wait someone post the knife-gun meme. It'll be perfect for making murder scenes they'll never figure out
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A Bowie Knife
noice
writing
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>>2657601
Maybe in a curiosity collection somewhere. Antiques or museum burglary soon.
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Yeah, that's what I was looking for, a proper knife.

You take the Bowie knife and head back out, three dollars poorer but richer in your offensive capabilities. It's getting later now, a nearby clock puts it at four in the afternoon. You'd better head home. You head back into the streets, dodging gangsters on your way.

[Bowie Knife acquired]
[Jack : at least he's talking.]

So... why did you freak out like that anyway?

He stops his rant about the finer points of Bowie knives, and goes quiet for a second. It takes him a while to answer, and for a second you assume that he's clammed back up. He does answer eventually though.

Just. Uh, I'd prefer if you didn't do that mind stuff to me. My mind is my mind, you ought to stay out.

It's not like I did it on purpose.

Shit, I thought you had to try and do your weird mind things.

Wait, you can't do it too?

Nah, I just know how to hurt people.

You're rather surprised by that realisation, and the focus on your mental conversation does unfortunately come with some drawbacks.

DC:50
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Rolled 15 (1d50)

>>2657642
>It just happens on its own and I feel compelled to act on it
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>>2657642
Physically that is, I don't know much about what you do.
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>>2657642
dice roll a d50 or d100?
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>>2657646
D50, sorry

DC:???
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Rolled 6 (1d50)

>>2657642
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>>2657647
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Rolled 22 (1d50)

>>2657642
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>>2657650
well shit...
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22
wunderbar
writing.
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>>2657652
Uh oh..
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Your meandering approach on the way back home is very pleasant, but there are a few drawbacks to wandering absentmindedly through streets filled with gangsters. Especially when you aren't paying proper attention to where you're going.

It's on the way through a small back street that you bump into a few Ironclad street toughs. Unfortunately they're blocking the alley at it's mouth. The three of them are sitting around and smoking between you and your route out.

And unfortunately for you, one notices you before you can turn and head through another way. You're going to have to get through somehow.

Try and talk your way through, you have the advantage here.
Try and intimidate your way through.
You just got Jack a new knife.
Something else.
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>>2657670
>Run away?

But let's try talking first.
>Try and talk your way through, you have the advantage here.
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>>2657670
>Try and talk your way through, you have the advantage here.

We were told they're the more polite sort of thug, so hopefully they'll opt more for the extortion racket approach rather than random muggings. Lets try to keep things peaceful rather than escalating, of course if that fails...
>Try and intimidate your way through.
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>>2657670
>Try and talk your way through, you have the advantage here.
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>>2657670
>Try and talk your way through, you have the advantage here.
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Try and talk your way through.

D50+5
DC:25, 45
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Rolled 14 + 5 (1d50 + 5)

>>2657688
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Rolled 16 + 5 (1d50 + 5)

>>2657688
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Rolled 38 + 5 (1d50 + 5)

>>2657688
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>>2657696
Damn, still not the higher DC but you hopefully saved our ass regardless.
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first DC passed, noice.
writing.
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Rolled 21 + 5 (1d50 + 5)

>>2657688
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>>2657677
This and it's always better to avoid killing near were we live. Hopefully they will be smart and will just charge a fee for safe passage.
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>>2657696
Good job anon.
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So lets see we had in our possetion 37 dollars. We spend 5 dollars in the gloves plus another 3 dollars in our new knife. So we still have 29 dollars in our hands...mand we are carrying to much money hopefully they won't notice.
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"Alright mate! You headed past this way yeah?"

Ah shit they're headed towards you now. One of them's toying with a knife.

OOOH look, they think they're hard.

And frankly you'd prefer that Jack didn't "help", best not to do anything this close to home.

"Yeah. You lads are Ironclad right? There's no need for any trouble, I'm just headed home."

The lead one's cocky, he wants to prove his worth but he's a bottom feeder. Humiliation and pain ought to bring him down a notch. The others'll just laugh.

"Ay, we got a clever one. Maybe a uh... maybe a generous one too? Me and the lads were gonna go out for some drinks later, but low and behold we're out of cash, it'd be great if you could help us out?"

"Fuck off you little prick and take your shitty little knife with you, I'd clean my fucking teeth with that after a light breakfast, you cunt.
Best to just hand him some cash, a reasonable amount but not all of it.
Try and talk your way past, you have an in now.
Leg it and go around.
Another idea.
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>>2657742
>"Fuck off you little prick and take your shitty little knife with you, I'd clean my fucking teeth with that after a light breakfast, you cunt.
Time to show him a lesson
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>>2657742
What a reasonable amount would be? They are three i believe drink would cost around two dollars each? So six dollars?
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>>2657742
>Try and talk your way past, you have an in now.

>>2657748
anon we are trying to avoid causing trouble near our home. If the coppers see evidence of the ripper doing stuff here and without a reason they may suspect we were surprised or something let's try to avoid trouble at least here m'kay?
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>>2657742
>Try and talk your way past, you have an in now.
I'm tempted that we reenact the Crocodile Dundee scene but lets try talking for now
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>>2657742
>Try and talk your way past, you have an in now.

The only thing you'll drink tonight is my piss straight from the fucking tap if you don't move aside.

Shove him
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>>2657742
>"Your leader would be mad if he knew how much of a pussy you are by doing this..."
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>>2657754
Me too but so far we have limited our attacks to Brockton central and the rich folk places. If we strike a third place they will get a three way point and narrow our location. Although i'm tempted to loot the ironclad lads armor.
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try and talk your way past.

>Intimidate
>Charm
>Deception
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>>2657767
>Charm
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>>2657761
Oh, as an aside, the higher your rank as an Ironclad, the more gear you get.

The one trying to part you from your money just has metal bracers on his forearms, but the other two both have breastplates and bracers.
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>>2657767
>Charm
>with a side of common sense
You're a poverty-stricken butcher's apprentice. Do they really expect to shake you down for much, and will it be worth it for them? They're a gang, they rely on the goodwill and collaboration of the poor just as much as they rely on their fear.
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>>2657767
>Intimidate
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>>2657767
>Charm
Fine...
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>>2657767
>Charm
With a hint of ice in our voice.
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>>2657767
>Charm
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Charm
D50+3
DC:30
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Rolled 30 + 3 (1d50 + 3)

>>2657791
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Rolled 44 + 3 (1d50 + 3)

>>2657791
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Rolled 50 (1d50)

>>2657791
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>>2657807
Did we just become an honorary member?
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>>2657807
WHAT
gimme a sec to think of this.
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>>2657807
what have you unleashed? we're going to be childhood friends of the boss or some crazy shit.
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>>2657811
cool. This is going to be fun
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>>2657811
>>2657807
This quest in a nutshell.
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You think for a second but just as you open your mouth to respond, one of the toughs behind him double takes and cuts you off. "Oh fuck, now I recognise 'im. Oi, Andy let him be, I want to talk with the lad."

The younger gangster seems somewhat confused, but steps to the side and puts the knife away as the other one steps forwards.

He loved your mother many years ago, but she had to move away. He never forgot her, and looked everywhere for news. Now for a few days your name made the news. Not the headlines, but a few lines on the second page. He only caught it by chance, looking for the race results. He feared that he'd never see Mary again.

"Yeah, I thought I knew you from somewhere. You're Barnaby right? Killed yer dad with a gun? I saw it in the papers."
He takes a deep puff from his cigarette before continuing, almost sheepishly.

"It's a good thing I figured it anyhow, you'll be needing all the cash you can get your hands on eh?"

"Uh,Yeah, I was gonna try and leg it out of here if I couldn't get past. I've got rent to pay today, gotta take care of the others."

"Good lad, taking care of yer mum like that. You know... if you're having cash problems, we just moved into the area. Could do with some tough lads like yerself."
He's looking at the other one now, the younger lad with his shiny new bracers and red silk shirt.
"That could be you, you know? No more ratty old shite like what you're wearing now."

Ah, that's a hell of a turn.

"Come up to the old factory by the docks, I'm sure you could do with a bit more cash."

You're reeling from the revelation, who the hell is this guy? It'd sure be nicer if your power told you his damn name. He waves the other two away and out of the alley, the two of them following, somewhat reluctantly.
"See you lad, I'll hear from you whenever."

You're left alone in the alley mouth, thinking. What can you even do when you hear something like this? It's a few minutes, and in the end you decide to simply carry on. Heading back home, to your family. Eventually, you knock on Mr Holden's door, money in hand as you wait for him to answer and still shocked from earlier. Jack has been chuckling and trying to make jokes but there's an uneasiness behind it all, and he seems almost relieved when the rent collector opens the door.

"You alright there Barnaby? If you don't have the rent for this month I-"

"No! No I've got it. It's all here sir, I've managed rather well for myself."

"Good work lad, I'll take it and mark it down for this week."

He brings out a thick ledger and ticks off an entry for your apartment before putting your money into a safe somewhere in the back of his apartment. You give him a nod before heading back up the stairs. You can catch glimpses of the others as you head up to your apartment, a worried glance through a window here, a nod and a smile from an open door here. Your building seems a little brighter now, there's still an undercurrent of worry of course.

Cont
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>we bumped in our mom's old flame

i dunno how to feel about that.
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You open the door to your apartment, your mother and brother waiting in the kitchen with a hot soup ready. For just a few hours, you don't have to worry about money or the Police. You're just a bloke having dinner with his family. You talk of normal matters. the weather and your job. All regular matters and the comfortingly banal.
But there are other, more important things to talk about.

>You should tell them about your powers, they ought to know.
>You need to talk about the future, you need to figure out how you're going to survive.
>What about the police, you still haven't received the letter regarding your hearing.

Jack/Barnaby
Status: Better.
Money: 42 Dollars
Jack:I'm alright.
Inventory: An old ratty coat, really nice steel toed work boots.
Switchblade acquired. It's not the best knife, and you'll definitely need to replace it. but it'll do for now.
[The Baron's Arms Surplus. Located. Sells antique rifles muskets and other forms of weaponry, including knives.]
[Andrew's butchery and Fishmonger's supplies. Sells Chainmail in addition to things like butchers hooks.]
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>>2657923
>You need to talk about the future, you need to figure out how you're going to survive.
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>>2657923
>>You should tell them about your powers, they ought to know
we ought to tell them now me thinks
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>>2657923
>You should tell them about your powers, they ought to know.
Followed by
>You need to talk about the future, you need to figure out how you're going to survive.
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>>2657929
>>2657931
I think telling mom what we did might cause her to fear us since she could connect what was written in the news about the murders and our powers. I would rather focus in how to survive and see if she has any idea what we could do beside being part of a gang.
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>>2657923
>You need to talk about the future, you need to figure out how you're going to survive.
then
>What about the police, you still haven't received the letter regarding your hearing.
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>>2657940
Well i doubt she would think that even as big as Jack is he would be capable of killing 50+ people in a few days alone with single pocket knife.And if she does link them we could convince her that Jack only kills the scum of the earth.
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>>2657923
>You need to talk about the future, you need to figure out how you're going to survive
DONT TELL HER OUR POWERS, she might be opposed to our methods and whatnot
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>>2657923
>You need to talk about the future, you need to figure out how you're going to survive
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>>2657923
>You need to talk about the future, you need to figure out how you're going to survive.

You people missed the chance to tell her BEFORE you went on a murder spree
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>>2657960
Yeah he starts killing the scum then what? This is a terrible idea should have done that before going killing rich people and doesn't matter if who we kill is scum it's still against the law and makes the PRT and the gangs target us
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>>2657971
Well how about just showing it to our brother since we promised to do it before?
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Talk about the future, what's your plan for survival?
writing
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>>2657923
>You should tell them about your powers, they ought to know.

We promised our borther we were going to do this.

Let´s be clear, we have done a lot of bad stuff, but only to people who deserved it. Tell them about the mansion and how we saved the servants.

Next:>You need to talk about the future, you need to figure out how you're going to survive.

We need to keep our finances in check, as I do not feel comfortable going out too much as Jack.

Finally:

>Did you remember a certain gentleman, mom?

Perhaps we should try to rekindle that old flame? Give our brother a father and such. Perhaps I am being too forward, but he is an established member of a powerful gang. Not quite the best candidate, but better him than his predecessor and well, he offered us a hand at least.
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>>2658132
You do realize that guy is a gangster right? Not that dad was that great anyway.
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>>2658138
He's still got a point though, another man's paycheck to keep the family afloat is good.

Mother needs a better man to take care of her, but yeah I'm sure there are better avenues to look than organized crime.
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i've got most of it typed up but food just arrived, so it might be somewhat delayed.
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Your banal chatter comes to an end about an hour after dinner, the conversation slowly winding down as you finish digesting and talking. You sit across your table from the other two, thinking heavily on your next plans and looking for other opportunities. You could blackmail others, or use Jack to mug people for their cash, but either of those could turn out extremely badly if you go after the wrong person. You could also try to get money from Mars, he'll probably be amenable to paying you to do your thing. Unfortunately it's not like you can bring those options up at the dinner table.

"Hey, mum?"

She turns away from Michael while laughing at one of his jokes. She looks at you with one of the first smiles you've seen for some time.
"Yes dear, are you alright?"

That's a hell of a question to start with.

"Yes, I was just thinking about the future though. Trying to figure out a way to get some more cash. I managed this week and I reckon I can make the next, but I'm out of ideas for money otherwise. I was hoping that maybe you two might have some advice. We'll need to be careful with our cash, maybe move into a smaller apartment."

Your family's mood seems to drop after that, the two of them leaning forwards on the table and exchanging worried glances. Mike's the first to speak up, and with the answer that you probably expected from him. "I'm okay with finding a smaller place, maybe a job too as long as it won't kill me."

"Why bother with that last part? It'd be one less mouth to feed."
It takes them a second to realise that your statement was sarcasm, but the pencil that strikes your forehead serves as a fine rebuttal, and an indication that your joke was taken in good humour.

The synchronised "Don't joke about that!" is reassuring as well.

Your mother finishes the conversation on a reassuring note.
"I'm sure that we'll manage, I can do piecework and I'm lucky enough to have you two looking after me. I'll ask around while you're at work, see if I can find anything out from the neighbourhood. I'm just happy as long as you two are okay."

The three of you continue talking your options over for an hour or so, but eventually you have to head to sleep. You remember your promise to Michael, but you can do that on Sunday when you aren't working.

And you awaken in the Dark Room once more.
Jack is sat across from you in the usual place, surrounded by mold and stagnant air as he sits across his chair. He's clean of blood now, and he even seems a bit smaller than before. He's silent for a long while, but eventually he meets your gaze and speaks.

You know, I don't get your old man. You're a good family, why do you think he was such a nasty fucker?"

Maybe something happened at work?
Maybe he was disappointed in us somehow?
Maybe he wanted something else?
He could just be evil, we both know that is a thing that happens.
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Also, this will be the last post for tonight, it being ten at night over here in bongland.

Q'n'A will be held here and on the Discord for the next hour or so, feel free to criticise or question me.

I will most likely be running again on the wednesday.
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>>2658477
>Maybe he was disappointed in us somehow?

But really

He could just be evil, we both know that is a thing that happens.

Some people are just fuckers
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>>2658477
>He could just be evil, we both know that is a thing that happens.

In every single universe, Barnaby's dad is a fuckwad. Either he has some elaborate backstory that we don't know about or he is just a big ol' cunt.

>>2658481
Great stuff. What does the public think of our massacres and have we been given a moniker yet?
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>2658477
>He could just be evil, we both know that is a thing that happens.
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>>2658495
You don't have an official name yet, but a writer in the Brockton Gazette has just come up with an appropriately terrifying moniker that he's sure will sell tons of papers.

Most people are terrified of your killings, as far as most people know you've just killed a ton of rich people, many of whom were well liked or at least in good standing.
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>>2658477
>He could just be evil, we both know that is a thing that happens.
>Maybe he saw himself as a failure and was projecting his frustations on us? Does it really matter?
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>as far as most people know you've just killed a ton of rich people, many of whom were well liked or at least in good standing.

Yeah... you would think people would mention the body parts used as srrvings during said party. Wait they aren't blaming the cooks that were hung in the freezer on us too are they?
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>>2658477
>He could just be evil, we both know that is a thing that happens.
>Or maybe it was just one bad day, Jack. Maybe he had a lot of those for any different reasons, and it all just drove him as crazy as everybody else... only he wouldn't admit it. So he took it out on us.
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>>2658519
It was absent from the report in the newspaper.

As I said, many of the people there had very good reputations and were well thought of.

Many of them still have surviving family, who are suddenly incredibly rich and might not want their family names under scrutiny.
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>>2658525
Are any of these characters new, or are they all direct altered counterparts of people and capes from canon?

Also thoughts on >>2650862?
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>>2658525
Wait...we could use this...we could blackmail these families. It would be hard to come witha ctual evidence but hopefully they will ne so afraid of both trying to cross us and have their secret exposed that they won't do anything.
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>>2658525
As an aside, Colin the Defective Detective is very angry at how he's being told to shut up and focus on the murderer rather than the cannibal cult.

>>2658529
Some characters are new, some are counterparts, for example Jackanape and Boilerplate aren't versions of anyone from canon. and actually neither was Mars at first, it was only afterwards that I noticed he could be an alt universe Gallant.

That anon is pretty on the money, especially on his power reasons. Although I admit to needing to write the trigger events better.
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>>2658477
>Maybe he was disappointed in us somehow?

A Universe where dad has a good fucked up reason for being an ass or hes good and moms the asshole would be coolio
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>>2659050
save that for the next universe Barnaby
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>>2658477
>Maybe he wanted something else?
He might have not wanted to have kids and probably stuck with our mother because she got pregnant.

This happens a lot in real life, actually.
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>>2658477
>Maybe he wanted something else?
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>>2659050
He's actually a cape whose mind is fraying from stress and the failure of a system he no longer has faith can ever become the paragon he hoped it would.

Going off the deep end isn't just Barnaby specific, it's genetic. He's just a different kind of crazy.
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>>2658481
>I will most likely be running again on the wednesday.
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My apologies anons, I am unable to run today, things I thought would be over quickly are taking far too long due to the incompetence of the British government. I’ll be running on Sunday.

Could someone archive this just in case it falls off the board?

A party is crashed, and we pay the rent with the spoils.
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>>2665138
It's fine. Archived anyhow.
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Zion
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2638036/
As it is, your QM name is the only tag keeping all the quest archived threads consistently together, because other people are idiots who cannot into properly tagging archived threads the first fucking time.
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>>2665323
At least people are still using Zion as his name tag. Wait until someone arquive and put his nametag as VOID.
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>>2665371
Autists all of them. Fuck that. Anyone who does that will be a fucking idiot.




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