Your name is Morgan, and your life is subpar. For five years now you've been living alone in a cramped apartment space and haven’t eaten a real meal since your high school graduation. But you’re thinking that’s all going to change now, because you found a flier on bulletin board downstairs that might be able to help get you some spending money. It’s not a line of work you’re experienced in, but considering that you’re "between jobs", you’ll have to learn with time. The flier reads as follows:
Pursue high-risk bounties on behalf of various clients, utilizing any and all means apprehend and/or terminate contracted targets.
- Should have experience with firearms or some sort of weaponry.
- Must be organized and self-sufficient.
- Interpersonal ability is helpful, but not essential
- Skills in close-quarters combat are a plus.
- Moral flexibility preferred.
- Work at your own pace, at your own schedule.
- The initial pay is $250. Proving effectiveness will lead towards more lucrative rewards.
- Potential rewards include customized weaponry and work benefits.
To apply, see Marshall at the offices of Wet Works
DISCLAIMER: Wet Works is not legally responsible for injures and/or death incurred while pursuing said contracts. Wet Works and, by extension, Marshall are both equal opportunity employers.
Now, before anything, you've got to write a resume: A basic idea of who you are, a concept and a quality. Some of your skills… About five, perhaps? In fact, five in the exactly what you’ll need. Now think, Morgan, what are five free-form skills you've developed over 23 years of being alive? One at a time, it’s not a race.
First off, crumple up the flier and throw it away. It's a job for somebody who actually has skills; that's clearly not us.
Let's go take a walk and see if we can find a job at the local Starbucks. Maybe they need a night janitor.
A skill may be as broad to cover a field of expertise, but shouldn't be usable out of a specific area.
Example: Close combat, which is about as broad as it should get. However, it can be increasingly specific, such as sword fighting or fencing.
Luckily, those four years of Spanish class actually retained something in you. However, it has been awhile since you've had to speak it... Seeing as that is likely the least spoken language around where you live. In any case, it's not bad to have.
You were banned from the scouts at a young age for reasons which are yours and purely your own. It wasn't vandalism, and it had nothing to do with a musical instrument, but that is as far as you'll let the details slip. Still, you know how to tie knots, some basic animal prints, and... how to start a fire? You've started a fire once before, although you're pretty sure that will also be the last time. It may or may not have to do with you being banned.
Hmm... Well, you climbed trees when you were little. And hopped fences. And on more than one occasion had to climb out a window, or slide down a fire-escape, or jump from one rooftop to another.
Despite your Ramen noodle diet, you're an Olympian! An unemployed one, at that. But that will change today! Probably.
Well, you took some basic self-defense classes when you were a youngin'... You learned how to round house kick and stuff, but this may just be you getting your memories confused with some more eccentric kung-fu films you've watched. As for firearms? Well, that is a skill all on it's own. You used to fire guns at your Uncle's range out in the boonies, but couldn't usually handle anything bigger than a low-caliber pistol.
This sounds like it's coming together nicely! You've got all your skills together, but what about a quality about yourself? Are you charismatic, strong, endearing... Who knows when this could come up when trying to kill a guy.
Need weapon. Suggest pistol.
Might help if we had some background.
Where were we born.
Who were are parents.
What are our hobbies.
Where did we go to school.
What was our job.
What is the reason for this 5 year slump.
>Where were we born?
We know this, we were born in The Land of the Successor, driving distance from the ocean.
>Who were our parents?
They were people; anything else would be shocking.
>What are our hobbies?
Well you read a lot, there are books stacked in your room that you haven't even gotten to yet. You used to watch movies more often.
>Where did we go to school?
We went to Herbert-Doyle Highschool, back home.
>What was our job?
We used to clean tables at a shitty restaurant called Aqua Mexico
>What is the reason for this 5 year slump?
We just haven't been feeling well... Like, at some point, sometime, somebody told us we couldn't dream. And we believed them.
You can be a little bit of a charmer, you suppose... You've talked your way out of a ticket when you drove a car. Once.
This is what our resume looks like thus far:
Skills: Outdoorsy, Spanish, Parkour, Self-Defense, and Firing Pistols
Combat 1 Defense 5HP
Social 1 Defense 5HP
Majyyk 1 Defense 5HP
That's the long and short of it! Now, what do you do...
>Go straight to the offices without much forethought and save yourself some initial anxiety
>Prepare greatly but lose peace of mind overthinking your upcoming ‘audition’
You rediscover your face underneath all the rough scruff and cut your own hair, with varying success. With your clean clothes and a pair of boots you suspected you'd never use for an interview. You look like you belong on the back of a catalogue. For the first time in a long time, you feel pretty clean and prepared for life.
Question, though: how are we going to get there? The directions of the flier read that it's about eight blocks from where you're at. Are we going to...
>Take a cab
You decide, against your better judgement, that you'll casually walk there. You want to look cool, presentable: business like. Taking the bus or a cab would mean using up the last of your precious spending money. You walk, albeit a little uncomfortably.
You notice that your neighbor is also walking. No, she's jogging: you've never actually seen her outside the complex and she's defiantly never seen you outside of that hole. As you catch up, she slows down some to look at you, almost not recognizing initially.
"Morgan? Is that you?" she says, a little bit of breathing in her voice as she slows down.
"Alison. The name is Alison," She smiles some despite how dumb you sound "Listen, whenever you forget somebody's name just ask them. And when they tell you their name, say 'no, no, your last name'. Then you save yourself, and you know their full name!"
Dammit, you're usually more charismatic than this!
She continues walking with you, occasionally glancing at your attire.
"So, what are you up to? Must be awful special if it means getting dressed."
She raises an eyebrow and smirks at you some
"Lets say, huh? Well, we can say a lot of things Morgan, whether or not they're true is up in the air. So, lets say you actually get hired; does that mean I won't see you around as often? What kind of job is it?" She seems legitimately interested and not just humoring you, unlike how it usually seems.
"That's oddly specific, but you know what, good on ya! It sounds like the kind of thing that would have a lot of hours go by though... Hmm, say, when you get back to your place and you actually GOT this job, come see me. I might have something that can help you. I know you're strapped for cash at the moment." She begins to, suddenly, turn a corner and jog away "Got to go now! Bye!" She waves a bit as she leaves.
The Wet Works offices can be seen just ahead, surrounded by pavement and waves of heat. You notice now that you have a bit of sweat beneath the pits of your shirt, but you say screw it. The heat of the summer cooks anything in it's view, especially the street. But it's city street, so there's probably a frozen yogurt place nearby.
Neither of these things were done.
You're wearing a light green polo and deodorant? You don't own a stick. Should you make a list of things to acquire once you get some reasonable spending money? You get closer and closer towards the offices, until you're right at the front door. This may just be the point of no return...
Is there anything we need to do before entering?
You pray, but know that not even god can help you now.
Neatly stenciled on the pebble-glass door is "Wet Works Inc.". You step through the sealed doors of the simple, one-story building and examine the place. Everything seems white and clean, in that very office-y kind of way. There is a secretary at a desk, who is probably playing solitaire on her computer. Everything seems very sanitary, almost unnaturally so, to the point where the air smells funny. However, this may just be the fact that you're not so used to being in such disinfected places. Your apartment is clean, sure, but you wouldn't preform a surgery in there. It's like a god damned Apple store in here.
The secretary looks up, then back down, then back up again, noticing the paper in your hand. She speaks up
"Excuse me, sir, are you hear to see Marshall about the job?" Her manner of speaking is as odd as the building she occupies.
"He'll be waiting, in the back. I think you're the first to come by today with one of those fliers. He'll be happy." She motions towards a door down a long hallway with a dim-light coming out of it, with words in all-capitals spelled on it
"MARSHALL, OWNER AND PROPRIETOR OF WET WORKS."
It's a little intimidating... What, do you just GO for it? The florescent lights aren't very inviting, and the length of the hallway looks like it's just itching for a boulder to come tumbling down it. Maybe just talk to the secretary a little more...? You're always more comfortable talking to women. Maybe not able to relate to them as much, but easier to talk to.
As far as you know, Wet Works seems to be oriented in looking professional. You didn't look too far into it. Maybe ask somebody there?
You step down the daunting hallway, the steps echo and rattle in your skull like beans in a fucking maraca. You suppose if you want to really keep at this job, then you'll just have to get used to hearing your heavy ass boots going through the hallway.
The lights overhead buzz a little as you get closer, and when you get to the door it's still that generic white glow with the words on the glass; you can't make out any figures, objects, nothing inside. You open the door and step in, quietly...
Inside is a very neat little room. Despite the cold, boring exterior, the inside was warm, almost inviting. There's a nice refurbished wooden desk with papers at it and a newton's cradle, along with other knick-knacks. There's a filing cabinet, what looks like a classical painting, and a pretty comfy chairs on both sides of the desk, though the one behind it was bigger and had more support. Of course, the last thing you notice is the actual employer... Who's name-plaque reads "MARSHALL", and nothing else.
He says nothing as he puts away some papers while you sit down. He eventually rests his elbows on the desk and looks forward at you, straight into your eyes, a piercing glance. He smells like carpeting, steak sauce, and scotch tape.
"Howdy. The name is Marshall, and I'll be your boss. There anything you needed ta ask before we being the interviewing process?'
"Well good, we can get straight too it. There'll be two parts, I'll start with the first part: the interview." He pulls out a paper from his desk and coughs into his hand as he's about to read it.
"Question number one: Are you willing to kill people and be paid for it?"
He looks like he's just looking for a simple yes or no answer, leaning back a bit in his chair.
"Good! The interview part of all this is over; yer essentially hired. But now here comes the second part... Convince me. I want you to convince me why I should maybe trust you with some higher-paying bounties, maybe with some tougher people. If you've got the moxie enough for me to give you a bonus to your initial pay then, well, I might just start likin' ya. So, tell me; Why are you better than the other Toms, Dicks, and Harries I've been hiring this week?"
Gracious! This looks like it's a test of sorts to discern the thick of your character! This is a form of social combat, where he's being kind enough to allow you to speak first. Lets think of something good today...
Well, we're charismatic, so that should help us convince him... We also know self defense, but that's not really good enough; that's just for protecting yourself, not outright going after someone. You're good with pistols and charismatic... Not so sure if any other of your skills will help you out.
So, those two skills will give us three d6 to roll to see if we can convince him. Roll 3d6, and choose the highest result. If you get a six and then another six, then it'll just be +1. Lets do it!
Rolled 4, 1, 1 = 6
These day you can't always go in guns blazing. I talk the talk, set them up, and take them down.
If Wet Works teaches how to go in guns blazing I'd sign up though.
You stutter a little, but otherwise make a good point. His attitude seems to dismiss some of it, however, which might be because he's a little drunk... The tumbler glass on his desk looks like it's filled half with A1 and other half with cheap beer. It's now his turn to retaliate! He's a little drunk, though, so he only rolls 1d6.
"You'd sign up if we were testing sex toys in here, boy. I know plenty of silver tongues... Just because you're unique, doesn't mean you're useful."
Marshall rolled well, even being able to get past your social defense. Not only does Marshall shut you up, but he shuts you up good. He kind of chuckles, though, still a little silly because he's been drinking. He adjusts himself in his seat, sitting up more, still speaking with a psuedo-southern drawl.
"Do you have a weapon?"
Pretty sure we do... Birthday present from our uncle.
He reaches in his desk and puts down about $250, neatly together, in front of you.
"Here's that initial pay I talked about. Just, please, try and get something nice... You smell worse than me. Also, you'll be needing your first client; you ready?"
"Right, so..." he flips through a file he pulled from seemingly nowhere
"Lucy, Lucy North. She's just some whiny bitch who's been praying on some innocents in Mulberry park, you know, old people and run-off pets. Sucking their blood, or whatever. She's held up under a bridge in a part of the park nobody goes to anymore, because it's bein' held up by some kinda vampire cult or something... Now, listen, I don't think I need to tell you this but I'll say it anyway; bring back something as proof that you got her. It can be a finger, it can be an eyeball, it can be her fucking tampon for all I care if she hasn't used it for a teabag yet. Anything that is unique enough that I can show a client as proof. Now, go, I'll have a job for you by the time you get back. If you get back."
You step down the hallway and out of the building, back into the frying day, the sun like a keyhole view of hell. You're about 250 dollars richer now. What is it you exactly want to do? How do you prepare for Lucy North? If at all.
Your scientific knowledge of vampires goes as far as 'they don't like the sun or garlic bread'.
Hmm... That's a good idea. But, wait, if we're going stealth do we have to wait until the night? Isn't that a little advantageous for the cult? Maybe you should, like, Google some stuff or go to the library. Or infiltrate them. You don't fucking know.
Can we just go buy some deodorant? Wait, lets make a list, in order of importance;
2. Vampire McFuck-em-ups stuff
3. Shoes (??)
What are we missing?
capatcha: roll lairblood
Is she a real vampire and are vampires real in this universe?
Lets go to a resteraunt and steal some garlic bread buy some deodorant
and steak out the place a little bit or google vampires if they are real
Also we should buy a ski mask or somthing
Yes yes you like that plan.
You're... Preeeetty sure they're real? I mean, last time you checked. You think you had a friend who's cousin was a vampire. Or were they ginger?
You can find some garlic bread pretty easily in the back of an alley of this one place, just have to beware those homeless people... Don't ask yourself how you know this.
Alright, going to just go to that area of the park and do some recon... And then go home and Google some stuff, including 'are vampires real?'. And a skimask would be cool, yes.
You go to the nearest sporting good store store, which is only like ten bucks which you think is a rip-off but don't care. Anything else to do before heading towards to park? You kinda have to wait until night for there to be any garlic bread in the dumpster.
I don't think we should wait until night when we're going to kill what might be a vampire. On the other hand, is what we're doing sanctioned by police or something? It's weird to see killers for hire be advertised for so openly.
Back home, you've really only got your zipgun with five bullets...
It's single-shot, but you don't need a clip. Plus, if someone was savvy enough with guns or something, they could probably change the kind of bullets it can take. You have one good kitchen knife, and you'd rather not use it on a vampire. And you've got something that was the end of a bed-post... Hey, wait, wasn't there something you were supposed to do?
That sounds incredible but you have no idea how to do that. What are you, a chemist?
You're pretty sure it's sanctioned by the law... You decide to use your hot neighbor's wi-fi to Google about Wet Works and vampires, learning that not only is Wet Works a legitimate business but also that business for them is booming.
Oh and vampires are real or something.
Okay, hold on, there is defiantly something you're forgetting.
>needing to be a chemist to make a Molotov cocktail
Dude i did that once when i was 14 and drunk nevermind why or what happened but the eyebrows thing is a myth we could always google it though
are we forgetting deodorant?
If were fine with killing people we could be fine with other stuff like stealing a car at gunpoint with the help of our trusty skimask and running some vampire cultists over maybe?
Shit, gotta hurry! Only three hours of daylight left!
Oh shit that's right!
Wait, do you have multiple voices in your head? And shit, yes, you can Google it.... Hmm... Well, you already have a bad history with fire... Maybe just learn later? And shit, you're right, deodorant!
OH SHIT THAT'S RIGHT
These ideas keep getting weirder and weirder... We're not killing for fun, dammit! We're doing it for money! I guess we could steal a car but that is probably actually illegal.
But we need deodorant first!
Okay, so, what do we do;
>run to retrieve deodorant and burn some time which can possibly be used advantageously against vampires
>Forget the deodorant and just shower and shine, see your neighbor, then use the last hours of sunlight to fuck some vampires up.
She preys on old people and stray pets, and is still sloppy enough to get caught doing it. I doubt she has much experience. I'm much more worried about the cultists. Why don't we take a day or three and see if there's a time they're not around. I'm pretty sure it didn't have to be done today.
Alrighty! But you have to promise yourself to buy deodorant. Probably, like, gives you a bonus or just makes you smell less. You take a shower and allow the lukewarm water to wash over you and let a pure stream of consciousness envelope your head... You listen to your unabridged thoughts presenting themselves...
Um... Okay. Okay not the worst thought you've ever had, keep it noted.
Oh dude that's metal.
Because maybe you want something to eat after, Admiral Asshat. Not going to waste all the garlic bread on the bitch.
We'll be fine! We'll wing it, like every English paper we ever did for Mr.DiLucchio's class. Speaking of, he might have also been a vampire.
True, but why not just get it out of the way? The cultists can't be that bad if they have an amateur like that in their ranks.
After the shower, you get dressed and decide to leave your gun and stuff under your mattress. You can come back for it, plus probably wouldn't be very impressive to Alison anyway. You knock on her door and she unlocks it, opening it and smiling some, adjusting her glasses.
"Hey Morgan, so did you actually get hired or am I going to have to deny you entrance?"
You've never actually seen the inside of her apartment, you don't know what to expect. Contrary to popular belief you are NOT a peeping tom. You can smell food inside, though... Oh my god, actual food... Not just pre-package freeze-dried crap...
You tell her that you were, in fact, hired and ask her what is up. It occurs to you to lean seductively but it's mixed signals, so you just kind of half-lean and balance on one leg like an idiot. You give an earnest warm smile. She rolls her eyes and smirks, opening the door for you.
"Come on in, you goonie."
You step inside to see that her apartment is actually very clean... Sure, some stuff here and there is out of place, but it's unbelievably inviting. Did she clean just for you? Holy shit that's sweet. She's also got some food made.
"There's enough for two, if you want some. Plates are in the cabinet."
And among the food there is some Texas Toast garlic bread. Is this how you bring up vampires? Maybe she knows a thing or two. She's smart she went to community college.
Good things come to those who wait... Maybe ask her out on a date, sometime?
Don't think with the beta mentality lest you BECOME THE BETA
You put a loaf in your pants while making your plate. You just kind of stand up and eat, only for her to to tell you after two minutes that you can sit down besides her on her couch. This is actually pretty good.
When the subject of vampires is brought up, she scratches her head some until she can think up a response.
"Well, knew a couple of kids who were vampires in high school. They just kinda kept to themselves and drank coffee at the Dennys at night. If you want to know what I think of them, I don't know what to tell you. As long as they don't bother me, I'm fine."
She nudges you some
"So, what do you do exactly? Not your job, but hobby-wise. At least try to make some small talk with me, dude. I'm feeding you, after all." she laughs some.
"Wow, you sound really athletic... But you've got the tensile strength of a rice-cracker, look at you. I could play the xylophone on your ribs, man. Also theatrical-style kung fu is a good excuse for making it look like you know what you're doing."
When the comment about cute girls in glasses and entertaining children comes up, she pauses, and looks at you
"Is that supposed to win me over?"
It looks like there may be social combat coming up soon on the horizon: brace for impact. Last time was with your drunk boss, but now is an actual effort!
Thank you very much. :) Steak sauce mixed with cheap beer is a magic potion that turns you into a puppet cowboy before it kills you.
Rolled 6, 1, 6 = 13
"Damn, you're flirting with me, aren't you? Well, I'm not going to say it isn't working, but still... Usually you just kind of murmur to yourself and only say 'hi' to me, why the change?"
She's talkative, so she has her share of dice to roll.
Morgan only has charismatic and his default one die to roll on this one, but I'll count that roll. Unless you want to throw some Spanish in there.
Rolled 6, 5, 1 = 12
Not only does that hurt but it's also pretty damn true.
You've only really had passing conversation before. She mistook you for a homeless person the first time she saw you.
The conversation continues, a little awkwardly. The air is so thick with silence you could heat it up and drizzle it on pancakes. You get some food in your system and put your dish in her sink.
You decide to tell her the events of this morning, and she looks at you a little strange
"Well, why all of a sudden?"
Not to her, anyway.
"Well, I can see why. And you're right, it's not attractive at all."
You begin getting up and thinking about leaving... It's still a little awkward. You can't help but notice how cute she is in her comfy indoor clothes.
Fuck the sun is going down... You'll have to be going out, soon.
Tell her you saw the job as a new chance. Shaving the beard made you see your old self. Just getting ready for this gave you something you can't really describe. You're just hopping that it stays that way long enough to get some stable footing in life.
By the glory of steak sauce, we were supposed to demonstrate our kung fu, not just talk about it. And did she imply our strength was low? Does she even lift? Ask her if she lifts. Then KUNG FU the place.
"That's incredible! I'm glad you're moving up in the world."
The thought occurs to you, but before you can say anything she speaks.
"Well... I can see you've got places to be right now. Come over anytime you want to have an actual meal, okay? And, hey, you maybe want to start jogging with me in the mornings? Could be fun." Her voice is very warm when she gives you this offer, almost uncharacteristically so.
You pray she's not a telepath.
Good idea! She nods in agreement when you tell her you have other engagements that day, and you get up, go back to your apartment, retrieve your gear, and leave.
One hour of sunlight left.
Actually don't rub ourself down with bread just yet
Lets try and talk to our mark first lure her somewhere we can fucking book it after we pop her and cut off her ear
Also what caliber is our zip gun?
We actually managed to do something competently. Remember this. Live it. Also make sure we have the appropriate garlic. Maybe get a "holy symbol" or something. Try to remember that one good vampire film you say.
You're all decked out with your killin' equipment like some kind of Spy-Kid.
You've already rubbed it on the badly carved steak... Pretty sure it's garliced out in terms of rubbing it off on stuff. You don't know how you'll lure her out, what, with a laser pen? Like a cat? The zipgun is .22lr.
You've got a bible among your books... And you remember Nosferatu.
This doesn't help you at all.
You being walking out, all equipped, and head towards the dead area of the park. Beneath a stoney bridge you can make out little glowing embers, like fireflies. The shadows casted are twisted and gnarled, like something a nightmare pooped out.
Also turd in a church it's still hot out.
You casually walk by the bridge, and observe.
The little embers are the ends of cigarettes, and to be honest it's just a bunch of dudes and one chick clad in leather underneath there. Looks like a reverse harem under there. Bunch of dried out bodies, too.
Oh shit they see you, probably shouldn't have worn heavy boots.
Oh shit you're still wearing the ski-mask...
Probably. Also, that would be unjust and illegal. Plus, she could probably dodge.
You decide to hide in some shrubbery like a legitimate homeless person. They don't really... Move. They just keep smoking, hanging out, they look like they just ate.
Walk up to them grab the crotch of your pants and say there's a party in my pants *shoot her in the head* and your not invited then fucking run and parkour while reloading
Ski masks are quite valid even in hot weather. There are indoor skate parks, and other legitimate non-murder reasons to wear them, like facial protection from vampires. We can just ask to join the vampire cult, you know. Or learn chemistry.
You do the stupidest thing you think you've ever done and it works.
Not only are you about to shoot her, but her other buddies can't get too close to you without beginning to melt! Haha, garlic bitch!
Oh shit but how to you get up to her and take an ear or whatever?
Gotta get priorities in order. Right after this, and I mean RIGHT after this, deodorant and running-shoes. And maybe something special, like a treat, dunno what yet.
Oh and collect the bounty.
We shot her, she is down, but now we have to run over and try and rip her ear off with our bear hands...
You keep missing, we gotta slow down mother mochocho because we've only got one bullet left.
Add that to the list; ammunition
Not only do you miss but the garlic bread just falls out of your pocket while running. Also you stutter and mess up your line. Oh, and you don't have your knife on you because that's your one good knife you don't want to waste on vampire shit. The steak can... Kinda work, I guess.
Okay now they're grabbing at you. Tearing at your clothes, taking your shoes and shit. Also they threaten to eat anybody you love.
Y'know, they aren't as formal as the girl was. Maybe she was the only one keeping it together. Wonder where the whole cult is...
You stab at them and are able to take down most of them, but now you've got cuts all over your body.
They follow you to the apartment.
If this were a book, the chapter would begin with: "How did I get here?"
Lets try get close to her body and out of their reach and try and drag it out with you if one of them gets close or grabs you use all your force to throw them into the sun and steak them like a crazy man
It's pretty much dark at this point.
You just go by the body and attempt tugging at the ear, hacking at it. Roll for it.
Two are left, and we are currently trying to pull a bitch's ear off. Our HP is low, damn low.
We should invest in a camera. And a real fucking gun. Solves most of the problems we have right now. Actually, can we snap a cell phone pic of the body quick and book it or something?
I love it.
You're pulling, but can't quite get it. Careful, you're covered in wounds, don't want any of that vampirism crap in there. Alison probably doesn't like vampires.
You have never bolted faster in your life. You literally did a straight line from there to anywhere but there. You go so hurridly, you lose the vampires.
Only question, where to?
We look like a lunatic
>torn up clothes covored in cuts and blood that may not even be ours most of it is though
>holding a gun and a steak covered in garlic bread crumbs
fuck it to the house to try and clean and cover your cuts and survay the damage then get dressed again THEN maybe if were not dying go turn in the ear take a cab
You run into the Wet Works offices and down the long, stretched hall. You dirty the floor as young go down and when you reach the end, you just slam dunk the ear on his desk.
He looks unimpressed and he begins doing some filing, probably recording the bounty. He, almost bored in tone, asks you
"How much trouble was your first bounty?"
Probably should have thought of that... Would make you look like less of an idiot in front of your boss.
"If you've got hairpray and a zippo, you've got a flamethrower. And yeah, werewolf, I guess. It's an anthrope if you wanna be more scientific. You'll be fine. And, no, I do not carry ammunition on me. I don't use guns myself..."
He cracks his knuckles
"They don't kill quick enough."
"Excuse me sir, but that's a generalization. It is scientifically possible to make a weapon bearing the descriptor "gun" that kills very quickly, such as the prototype nuclear weapons of World War II."
He rubs his temples and stands up from his desk and... Oh sweet jesus, the fucker is like, six foot six.
"Lissen here sunny... You pull that shit in Texas, and you get wind in yer head. Prove yourself, and I'll start paying you in the thousands range, then maybe after awhile you might make it there."
"You know what? After this job, I'll give you a raise. Oh I'll give you a fuckin' raise, you just wait. Just go put a bullet between the eyes of the fag with shit sticking to his fur, and I'll give you a case I've been saving for someone like you." He sits back down. The room feels like it shakes some.
"Now go on. Get some sleep. The furfag's gonna be at a bar called The Vulgar Unicorn sometime tomorrow night."
You go home and you rest up, waking up the next day well rested but sore as shit all over. You honestly aren't used to the amount of money you have to spend... Okay, wait, what did our mental groccery list consist of again? Someone list it all out. All of it.
What the fuck we don't have a snake
leather jacket yes
hairspray and lighter
a real gun
a stabbing knife preferably silver
that concludes the list in my mind probably forgot stuff
We now have...
>MkIII Ruger and ammo to spare.
>Leather pilots jacket (and aviator shades; you like like you belong in a homoerotic volleyball montage)
>A silver knife which was way more expensive than it should have been
>A pretty sweet camera
All this along with food and rent leaves us with about... $250
Well at least we look neato.
Well shit, what to do now? Gotta wait until later when the furry shows up at the bar, or something.
This seems pretty viable... I mean, you don't want a situation like last time. This could make it quick and, really, a whole lot easier. You can pretend you're gay, it's fine
Got two others, we're good.
That's not good enough. We need to be really genuine! Maybe just buy him a few drinks, bring him to a hotel or whatever, and then off him there.
Before we leave and do that, maybe we can learn a little...
You decide to read up about furries, chemistry, and how to pick up cute girls with glasses. Well, at least one of those searching was helpful.
Honestly? Who knows. Supernatural creatures apparently do exist around these parts. That means all the other shit from cartoons probably does to. Therefore: Wizards. We can find out the easy way, or the magical realms hard way.
You sound like you're lying to us. Erm, to yourself. We Know things now. (Probably the recipe for suicide powder.) Well we've got very little else to do but scouting, unless we can reinforce our jacket with STEEL?
That would be a little too time consuming. And no, you are not lying to yourself.
You just kind of make your kitchen smell like gas and you're too scared to go back in, so you must go to the bar.
The Vulgar Unicorn is a very boring bar without a lot of character. There is a stereotypical behind the bar, and there is a back entrance near there the bathrooms are, but everything else is boringly unnoteworthy.
We are in nightmarish need of getting laid. The last time was... Wasn't it prom? Probably.
Though you haven't really made any advanced until recently, you still know that Alison is locked up tighter than a Chinese puzzle box. But that's neither here nor there.
Have a few drinks with White Fang, flirt shamelessly, after he is good and drunk see ifhe wants a romp in the back alley. Let him lead the way, once outside, put two into the back of his head. Snap a few pictures, return to Marshall
Also.. is this actually a gay bar? Or are we just assuming?
Sounds like a plan.
You... Think it's a gay bar...? Thing is, there's never a sign that tells you if it is for sure or not. You are mostly certain it's a gay bay. Mostly.
Looks like we've got four hours until Fuzzy-Wuzzy arrives at the bar.
What are we going to do until then? I'm sure we'd love to get laid but that might be a bit of a challenge with a time-limit.
Meditate upon the remembered alchemical drawings. Feel the spirit of the hunting cougar within you. Taste the waning sunlight, and strengthen our root chakra. Tonight we dine on wolf, not crow.
Well, it's pretty empty right now, you'll have to wait when more people arrive...
Coke is cool, right? Chicks think it's cool when you do coke? Will Alison like it? probably not. You should stick to heroin.
If worst comes to worst
Were going to need them
After an overwhelmingly meh lunch, you go to the bar four hours later.
It's more energetic during the night, but it's not overwhelming; there is catchy music and dudes enjoying themselves. Ahead, drinking alone, you see the target in question. In a darker corner of the bar, there is a creepy looking dude who is eating barnuts by the handful.
Rolled 6, 5, 2, 4, 1, 4, 2, 4, 2, 5 = 35
Alone? Fuck it then. Pistol in one hand, knife in the other, magdump into chest/head, slit throat for good measure take a few pictures of the body and take off like a bat out of hell
Gonna roll 9d6 for each bullet? Yeah? Or if you want it all as one, just take the first one. Also a tenth d6for the throat slashing
He gets up, and drags us over to an unmarked room. He leaves us in there while he moves over towards the men's room.
Okay, shit, coming quicker than thought... What do? Cut his dick off with the knife? That's kind of too mean
Oh man ask him if thes into cock vore and stab him through the dick bust out of the stall and start poping him in the head and if he gets close enough stab and scream like a four year old who didn't get his happymeal toy
Or some other anon can suggest somthing
You decide this sounds badass, and stab him in the arm!
It clearly hurts, but he's not recoiling or anything...
As you go for your gun he throws you out of the stall like a ragdoll
This transformed werewolf son of a bitch takes an entire clip to his abdomen but seems pretty unaffected, despite some bleeding. In the alley, he begins forcefully undressing you.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, WHY DO YOU HAVE SUCH BAD LUCK
The blade begins glowing, unnaturally so... The silver becomes even more noticeable, shining, even blinding.
You stab him with the empowered blade and he howls, yes literally howls, in agony.
He pretty much ceases to exist. You give a panicked, intense self-defense attack at what basically was sexual assault. Even after you're sure he's dead, you continue, eyes closed. He's already transformed back into a person, and unrecognizable with all the damage...
You get up, take a picture of the mess, and feel like crying.
Do you cry?
Your pants are still around your legs, by the by
You take his wallet and pull up your pants. Along the way, you cry some. You wonder if you should go to your apartment or straight to Marshall... You kind of look like a bitch right now. But do you want to look like a bitch in front of your boss, or the girl you're after?
You go straight for the Wet Works office, ignoring the secretary and storming down the hall. You place the wallet on the desk, but not before taking money out
About tree fiddy
Marshall doesn't look impressed, but he does give the money agreed upon. He is chuckling to himself some, now.
"I don't think you can handle this next one."
"Son, do you know what a vegan is? And I mean a real, life-long, dedicated vegan?"
His tone goes grim, and stoic. He's talking as though it's from experience, like he survived a war or something.
"No, boy. Not guite. Sure they don't eat any animal related products, hell they don't even use leather, but it's their mentality. They're raised from a young age, training to hone their psychic ability. They're psionics, mental shock-troopers. Our best men still don't know entirely what they do to them at that institution... But whatever it is, marks them for life. Anyway, this bounty will actually require a bit of explanation."
Marshall pulls out a thick accordion binder.
"To be brief, vegans are raised their entire lives enclosed, being educated and conditioned, and then are let lose on the world when deemed worthy. The motivations of the people in power behind this are a mystery, but we do know is that whenever a vegan is needed, they are called upon to do their 'duty'; they prefer their wars won before they even begin. However, sometimes a vegan goes wrong, and god forbid he gets some eggs-'n-bacy in his system. That's when they send repo-men after him to take away his brain implant, usually killing him. The diet isn't what entirely gives them their power, after all. However, there is one individual by the name of Todd (just, Todd. We don't know anything else) who has somehow eluded them and it has pissed those vegan bastards off... And they want my organizations help to take him down. And I'm sending you to do it because it tickles my fancy. How does that all make you feel?"
That you kind of want to murder us?
Is this a sink or swim type thing?
We're going to need a bigger, better gun.
What other information do you have on him? Stuff like where he lives, whatever.
"It is, indeed, a sink or swim kind of stiutation. And I have something for you..." He pulls out a steel box, and opens it
"It's some XP, so you can level up. Eight whole XPs to be precise. This ain't cheap, so use it wisely, okay?"
For 2 points of experience, players may buy a new skill relevant to what happened in the session. One extra hit point costs 3 experience points and one extra Defense costs 4 experience points.
"As for information, I have a whole dossier. He's living in some shotty apartment complex down the way from here, just waiting for someone to come in on him so he has an excuse to explode. His power is telekinetic, but he has NO telepathy. This is a huge misconception about vegans, and as far as we know, their tech doesn't go that far. So he's going to lift you up and throw you out a window, not neural-shock you and all the voices in your head."
I kept forgetting to hand out xp I was having so much fun. Sorry.
Skills: Outdoorsy, Spanish, Parkour, Self-Defense, and Firing Pistols
Combat 1 Defense 5HP
Social 1 Defense 5HP
Majyyk 1 Defense 5HP
and more guns maybe seductions and an HP
Depending on skillpoints since i didn't math it out
we got 8 points 6 after chem 4 after guns then HP
Boom We save an XP point for later and sex chicks with our raw charm
That right there is far more planning than what you should be giving us credit for.
I mean, last job we should've just shot the fucking werewolf in the face. Instead, we decided to knife him while he man-bear'd us.
Planning ain't our strong suit.
We should invest skill points into planning.
Skills: Outdoorsy, Spanish, Parkour, Self-Defense, Firing Pistols, Chemistry, & Seducing Women
Combat 1 Defense 5HP
Social 2 Defense 5HP
Majyyk 1 Defense 5HP
How does this look?
I'll make a new thread tomorrow, because right now I'm in dire need of some rest. Thank you one and all for putting up with lazy writing, and hope you had fun, because I know I did. G'night.