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Become The Vampire 26

You scribble a quick note to Jennifer letting her know you're out for the evening and to let you know if she needs anything. You slip it into her hand and head out the door, rechecking your pockets to make sure you have everything as you leave. You think back on the last few days. You've walked out on Jennifer and Sammy a lot while they've been asleep. You've been caught a few times, sure, but you're always heading off to something and leaving them behind. You're not sure if you should feel guilty about it or not. They seem to tolerate it.

You check the address for Andrea's apartment again and pull it up on your phone's map. It's on the other side of town, far from the school, so it'll take some time to get there, but you've got plenty. You decide to walk around the school first to clear your head before you go to the party, roaming around a bit and going where you please. After half an hour of meandering you're finally feeling up for the party, and you head to the bus stop.

After a quick bus ride you end up a few blocks from Andrea's apartment. You can tell which one is hers though; it's the only one with all its lights on. As you walk along the road you can't shake the feeling that there are eyes on you, people watching from the shadows. You move a little bit more quickly, hustling to the apartment building and slipping inside. No sense being caught out alone at night in this town. You head for the third floor, track down Andrea's door, and knock.

“Just a second!”

Andrea's voice. There are other voices as well, mostly ones you don't recognize. The door swings open and Andrea grins at you, dragging you inside by the shoulder and closing the door.

“Oliver! Glad you could make it!”
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She leads you to the living room. You remember a few of the faces, mostly from the track team and two from your history class. Andrea starts introducing you to them one by one, but you barely manage to remember any of their names. The two from history, a pair of boys from Sammy's “house”, are Nick and Peter, and there's a Clara and Cindy among the girls from track. No sign of Sammy though.

“We're still waiting on the guest of honor to arrive, but make yourself at home. You're a little early, but I was expecting that. I mean, it's not like you were alone. It's like everyone shows up whenever they please around here...”

She gestures to the crowd and smirks.

“We've got a couple other people coming by too, including someone I think you should meet.”

>Character sheet
http://pastebin.com/YMGdCy7Q
>Rules
Same system as Become The Dragon Quest. If you don't know what that is, it's best of three d20 rolls. I name a stat that sums up what you're trying to do, and if I don't name a relevant skill, you try to fill in the blank based on what you're trying to accomplish. “Break open the door” might be Strength based, but if you've been playing baseball after school and there's a lead pipe nearby, you could apply your Baseball skill to the roll. A 20 on the die is a crit threat, and if either of the other two rolls is 20 or higher after mods, it's a critical. A crit fail is when you have two or more 1s. So far this system has worked out well enough. We'll get into combat rules as needed, but in basic terms you have wounds, not HP, and the worse the wounds, the more penalties you accrue while doing other things.

Most Important Rule:
Have fun.

>Mingle
>Grab some snacks, chill by the punch bowl
>Get your groove on
>Talk to Andrea about the neighborhood
>Talk to Andrea about who she wants you to meet
>Ask Andrea about Sammy and Patrick
>Other (write-in)
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>>44587058
>Talk to Andrea about who she wants you to meet
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>>44587058
>Get your groove on
>Get your groove on
>Get your groove on

It's always a good time for spreading genes
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>>44587058
>Talk to Andrea about who she wants you to meet
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>>44587058
>Talk to Andrea about who she wants you to meet
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“So... Who did you want me to meet?”

Andrea heads for the snack table, and you follow her. She's got quite a spread going on. Punch, chips, dip, a bowl of candy, those little vegetable sticks... And booze. Not the cheap stuff, either. She pours herself a glass of punch and smirks, glancing at the crowd and making sure no one is paying attention to either of you.

“Well, he's an old friend of mine who's taking care of me, and after we almost got mugged yesterday and you managed to hold your own, I thought he might want to meet you. I think you'll enjoy meeting him too. He's pretty cool.”

You help yourself to some veggie sticks and steer clear of the alcohol for the time being. You need your wits about you for now.

“Define cool. Does he fight muggers all the time or something?”

Andrea nods.

“Yep. He's an expert at fighting muggers. He taught me all I know about fighting them, so you've got him to thank that we made it out of that intact.”

You grab a glass of punch for yourself and take a sip. It doesn't taste alcoholic, but you can never quite tell with punch.

“I see.”

>Bail, he's a hunter for sure
>Stick around and hit the dance floor
>Mingle
>Kick back and relax
>Other (write-in)
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you forgot the "quest", OP.
I almost missed the thread!

>>44587058
>Talk to Andrea about the neighborhood
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>>44587419
I know, I'm a little out of it at the moment. I've got strep and I'm a little dehydrated, but I'm finally recovering.
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>>44587412
>Mingle
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>>44587412
>>Bail, he's a hunter for sure
we need start being more paranoid.
but also:
>Mingle
lets try to find out interesting things.
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>>44587442
nice of you qm-ing despite that.
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>>44587412
>Mingle
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Schmooze roll, +1

>>44587491
Writing makes me feel better
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Rolled 15 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>44587539
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Rolled 3 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>44587539
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Rolled 9 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>44587539
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You observe the crowd for a few moments before finishing your punch and vegetable sticks.

“I'm gonna kill some time and get to know some people.”

Andrea nods and pats you on the back.

“Alright then. I'm gonna find out what's taking Sammy so long.”

You head for the crowd and reintroduce yourself to a few people from track, striking up a conversation about the club and leading things from track to the other clubs, trying to get some general information about the school. Clara lets you know that the school has dozens of clubs, and many of the students sign on for several different ones. There's no attendance requirements for the clubs, so people tend to just dabble in their interests.

“I mean, a lot of the kids are just rich snobs, so they just do whatever they like anyway, but every club has to have at least three consistent members to stay afloat. The president, who has to attend every meeting, the secretary, who keeps track of club affairs, and the chief officer, who negotiates with the club advisor.”

Andrea pulls you aside briefly and sighs softly, chuckling.

“Sammy is running behind a little bit. She'll be here in a little bit though. And Abe is gonna show up any minute.”

>Run for the hills
>Stick around, try to avoid Abe while waiting for Sammy
>Face your fears, meet with Abe
>Dance the night away
>Other (write-in)
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>>44587770
>>Stick around, try to avoid Abe while waiting for Sammy
Save dancing for time with Sammy
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>>44587770
>Stick around, try to avoid Abe while waiting for Sammy
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>>44587770
>Stick around, try to avoid Abe while waiting for Sammy
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Sneak roll plus Conceal, +4
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Rolled 2 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>44588086
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Rolled 19 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>44588086
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Rolled 3 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>44588086
hidey time
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You nod and smile.

“Sounds good to me.”

Andrea heads back into the crowd of people, and you contemplate what to do next. Abe sounds like he's probably a hunter. Maybe he's Mr. A? Regardless, you head for the kitchen and try to figure out how you're going to make sure that he doesn't catch sight of you before Sammy arrives. Once she gets there you'll have plenty of excuses not to talk to Abe. You pause for a moment and smile.

The restroom.

You head back into the main room to ask Andrea where it is, and she points you down the short hallway leading to her bedroom. You slip into the restroom while avoiding anyone's gaze, pull out your phone, and start reading your notes for Latin class. The perfect crime, and no one can accuse you of lying about needing to go if someone goes looking for you. You check the time regularly to make sure that you're not causing a scene or anything. You can hear Andrea greeting someone at the door, and you send a text to Sammy to work out when she's arriving. There's no response, and you wait another five minutes to be sure.

>Venture out, you can't hide in there forever
>Wait a little longer just to be safe
>Other (write-in)
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>>44588370
>>Venture out, you can't hide in there forever
people will talk
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>>44588370
>Venture out, you can't hide in there forever
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>>44588370
>Other (write-in)
Delete your message history from your phone. Send a message to miniliora about setting a password for our phone also change all the names from our contact list so in case we are drugged we don't let anyone to know about our friends numbers.Deleting the video og Mark shapeshifting would be a good idea don't want hunters having that on they're hands.
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>>44588492
The shadowrunning is real
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>>44588370
>Venture out, you can't hide in there forever
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You pocket your phone and open the door slightly, peering out into the hall. The music is still pumping but everyone is quiet, except for the voice of an older man, maybe in his forties. He's telling a story of some sort. You can't quite make it out, but it's something about motorcycles and women. As you walk into the living room you spot him, clad in a trench coat, with hair down to his shoulders and keen eyes that drift from face to face.

“And then God says to him, 'Last time I checked, more people ride my invention than yours'.”

There are some snickers and a few genuine laughs, and the man turns to you, smiling and scratching the back of his head.

“Talk about comedic timing. You missed all the build up to one of my favorite jokes.”

Andrea walks over to the man and points to him.

“This is Abe. Abe? This is Oliver.”

Abe bows low, hand over his heart.

“An absolute pleasure, although we've already met once before. I don't suppose you remember me, you were only one year old at the time.”

Andrea seems taken aback by this, and there are some murmurs from the group.

>So you knew my father?
>Let's talk in private
>Play it cool, don't get too close and wait for Sammy
>Sorry, I don't remember you at all.
>Other (write-in)
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>>44588824
>>Play it cool, don't get too close and wait for Sammy
>>Sorry, I don't remember you at all.

[screaming internally]
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>>44588824
>Play it cool, don't get too close and wait for Sammy
>Sorry, I don't remember you at all.
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>>44588824
>>Play it cool, don't get too close and wait for Sammy
fuck, damnit, shit
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>>44588905
Usually he nails the landing
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>inb4 the hunters are actually moms "cult" to deal with enemy vampires and other monsters
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Schmooze roll, +1
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Rolled 14 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>44588949
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You guys had ONE JOB anons!! ONE JOB!!
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Rolled 19 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>44588949
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Rolled 1 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>44588949
becoolbecoolbecool
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>>44588961
I know what I consider our one job to be, but what do you think it is?
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>>44588982
So. Cool.
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>>44588982
>>44588975
IM SO SORRY
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>>44588500
Even that the anons don't want to stay ahead of the game. We shadowrun anons will never stop shadowrunning.
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>>44589012
*salute*
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>>44588990
Not doing what >>44588982 just did.
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>>44589002
well, I mean, does an unnatural 20 beat an unnatural 2? The plus 1 has to count for something, right?
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>>44589041
You only crit fail if there's more than one 1 on the dice.
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>>44589041
>>44589037
It's cool guys stop getting your panties all up!
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You nod and head for the snack table.

“Yeah, I don't think I remember stuff that far back. I guess you knew my dad then, right?”

Abe nods and smiles, scratching the back of his head.

“Yep. I heard about what happened to him... You have my condolences. You seem to be handling it fairly well though.”

All eyes are upon you now, and you pour yourself a cup of soda, sipping it slowly.

“I'm just doing the best that I can. But I'm here to party, not to think about that stuff.”

That is almost literally what your goals are anyway, and you temper the emotional response rising within yourself with logic and reason. Flipping out now might be the death of you. You need to know more about what happened with your parents, and Abe might have the answer, but if he knew your dad then he's definitely a hunter, and that might spell trouble.

“Right, right. Sorry, awkward reunion stuff filed away for another time. Mostly I just stopped by to check on Andrea, make sure she's keeping her nose clean, and give her this.”

He reaches into his coat and pulls out a small package wrapped in black paper.

“A late birthday present, since I wasn't here in person for it.”

Andrea hugs him tightly and rips off the wrapping with a smirk.

“What is this, another book?”

Abe shakes his head.

“Better.”

Andrea pulls open the unmarked box to reveal a silver necklace with some sort of crest hanging from it. She starts to tear up a bit, putting it on right away and toying with it, laughing quietly.

“It's hers, isn't it...?”

Abe tussles her hair and nods.

“Happy birthday, sprout.”

Abe looks over at you briefly.

“I won't be sticking around for long, but I'd like to catch up with you. What's a good time for you?”

>My schedule keeps changing, I'll let you know
>Here's fine, now's good
>How about after school? I've got a little time this week
>Other (write-in)
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>>44589211
>>My schedule keeps changing, I'll let you know
lets us set up terms best.
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>>44589211
>My schedule keeps changing, I'll let you know
I seem to end up knee deep wherever I go, ask "sprout" she'll agree.
>>
>>44589211
>My schedule keeps changing, I'll let you know
>>
You finish your drink and set the cup down.

“I've got this tendency to get roped into things last minute, like this party. I'll try to clear up some time though. I'll let Andrea know when I'm free so she can tell you.”

Abe nods and smirks.

“Fair enough. Well, I'll be off then.”

He heads for the window, and Andrea rolls her eyes.

“Abe, you continue to not Batman. Use the door like a normal-”

He steps out onto the fire escape.

“I'm allowed to make a dramatic exit, you're not my real mom!”

He leans against the railing.

“Besides, I am in every way myself. And if I wasn't, I'd still be using doors.”

He leans backwards and falls, and Andrea puts her hands on her hips.

“The man who has been like a father to me for years just said I'm not his real mom. I have no idea how to take this. Oliver? Pass me a bottle of something strong. Sammy should be here soon, so let's fucking party.”

>Give Andrea the bottle, cut loose
>Pass the bottles around and sit to the side
>Why drink, when we can dance?
>Get hammered with Andrea
>Other (write-in)
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>>44589337
>>Give Andrea the bottle, cut loose
>>
>>44589337
>Give Andrea the bottle, cut loose
>>
>>44589337
>Give Andrea the bottle, cut loose
>>
>>44589337
>>Why drink, when we can dance?
>>
>>44589487
Some anons want to dance only with wolfu.
>>
>>44589513
some anons dont want to get wasted in an area full of monsters.
>>
I will go and ask for a pizza. You guys try to not kill Oliver while i'm away.
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>>44589538
Anon we're just giving the bottle to her not drinking with her. That's why there was the option to get hammered with her. To cut loose we just hand her the bottle and just that.
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You toss a bottle of rum to Andrea and a few people from the track team help themselves to some drinks, and before long everyone has a glass of something in hand, a few people dancing to the music. Your phone buzzes and you check it while sipping a mixed drink. You're keeping your alcohol consumption to a minimum, but you don't want to be “that guy” who stands out by not at least participating a little. The message is from Jennifer.

“Be safe. I'm going to bed early, try not to make too much noise when you come in.”

You slip your phone back into your pocket and resume your conversation about history class with one of the guys. Nick, you think. You haven't asked again to avoid being rude. There's a knock at the door, and when Andrea opens it Sammy walks in, looking like she's still really upset. From the expression on her face you can tell she wasn't expecting a party, and isn't in the mood for one either. She meets your gaze for a moment before looking away, saying something to Andrea and turning to leave.

>Follow Sammy, see what's up
>Let her go, if she needs space she needs space
>Try to text her again, maybe that'll help
>Other (write-in)
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>>44589644
>>Follow Sammy, see what's up
>>
>>44589644
>>Follow Sammy, see what's up
>>
>>44589644
>Follow Sammy, see what's up
>>
>>44589644
>Follow Sammy, see what's up
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>>44589644
>Let her go, if she needs space she needs space
>Other (write-in)
Keep discussing with possibly nick the beneficts of being a member of the "Healing church" and about the up comming tournament.
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You politely excuse yourself from the conversation and head for the door. Andrea rests a hand on your chest and stops you right before you leave.

“She's not in a good place right now. Be careful, alright?”

You nod, walking out and following after Sammy. You catch sight of her right as she leaves the building, and you hustle after her.

“Sammy, wait up.”

Sammy stops short before continuing to walk, speeding up slightly. You quicken your pace a bit and try to catch up to her, but she just keeps speeding up, until she just breaks into a run, trying to sprint away from you.

>Give chase
>Let her go
>Other (write-in)
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>>44589816
>>Other (write-in)
"Fuck this shit. Go back and work in your medieval politics you have a fictional throne to ascend to."
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>>44589816
>Give chase
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>>44589816
>>Give chase
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>>44589816
>Give chase
Friends sometimes push.
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>>44589816
>Give chase
>>
>>44589816
>Let her go

>Send her a text. "It's fine if you don't want to talk but be safe Sammy, there are a lot of monsters around here.

>>44589854
>>44589865
>>44589874
>>44589880
You realize this is going to do more harm than good? Likely going to agro everything in the area.
>>
Speed roll, +2
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>>44589874
>>44589865
>>44589854
I hope she mauls Oliver because of you guys.
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Rolled 8 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>44589906
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Rolled 7 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>44589906
>>
Rolled 3 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>44589906
This can't end well, thank retards.
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Rolled 19 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>44589906
I disike this idea so much that i'm not even going to roll good
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>>44589917
Cry about it.
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>>44589936
You must love it then
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>>44589936
Thank god it doesn't count.
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>>44589917
>>44589936
>>44589930
>being Spitefags
>>>/trash/
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>>44589978
I like Sammy, but chasing her in a monster infested area is likely to get both of us fucking killed.
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>>44589944
>>44589958
I'm not called tragedy anon for nothing.
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>>44589924
that drink had more of an effect on us than we thought
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You run after her, but Sammy's got the advantage on you in terms of speed, and it soon becomes clear that you're not going to be able to catch her like this. Sammy runs off, and you slow to a stop, watching her as she goes. You try to catch your breath, panting softly and resting your hands on your knees. You're not even sure what you were trying to run after her for. To comfort her, probably. Or maybe it was just fear of her leaving, of losing another person, except this time it wouldn't be your dad's fault, just your own.

“So, is this the sort of thing that you get caught up in?”

Abe's voice. You turn around but there's no one there.

“Chasing after girls at night, and then wandering alone through the streets? What would your father think... Then again, that's pretty much all he did, right? Chased your mother and walked alone, never letting anyone else get involved. But you're smarter than he was.”

Footsteps to your right. You turn, but again, nothing.

“I'm not telling you to trust me. I don't think any sane person should trust anyone completely. I'd just like to share a drink with the son of my old friend.”

Abe's hand comes to rest on your shoulder, and you turn to face him. He smiles at you, his eyes almost glowing.

“Or at the very least, allow me to see you safely back to the party.”

>I'll bite. Let's chat.
>Help me find Sammy
>Back to the party
>Not gonna lie, I'm with you on the no trust thing. Leave me alone.
>Other (write-in)
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>>44590088
>>I'll bite. Let's chat.
fuck, forgot to greentext
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>>44590088
>Nah. I'm just gonna chill here for a bit. I know this part of town, I'll be fine.
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>>44590088
>I'll bite. Let's chat.
Since you knew both my parents can you tell me how it happened?
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>>44590088
>Not gonna lie, I'm with you on the no trust thing. Leave me alone.
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>>44590088
>Not gonna lie, I'm with you on the no trust thing. Leave me alone.
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>>44590088
>Other (write-in)
Let me guess you putted something in the pounch didn't you?
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>>44590088
>>I'll bite. Let's chat.
Have a weapon ready or spell or both ready
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>>44590126
>>44590151
I'm gonna guess that these were by the same person
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>>44590088
>Help me find Sammy
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>>44590236
yep, fixed
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You sigh softly. Sammy is gone, the party is going to turn into a wild mess and your alternatives are heading back to your room, where Jennifer is already going to bed, or hanging out with Abe. You weight your options for a moment, before nodding.

“Fine. Let's grab a drink, and you can tell me about what really happened to my parents back then.”

Abe's smile widens a bit.

“All that and more. But first, a venue.”

He pulls out a small leather pouch and sprinkles some powder on the ground, which slowly forms symbols and patterns underneath him. He rests a hand on your shoulder as the patterns lift off the ground, forming a complex three-dimensional network around you both. You get the distinct impression that this is rune magic at work. He snaps his fingers and smiles, and the powder explodes in a flash of light.

As your eyes adjust, you find yourself in some sort of tavern. It's empty, aside from the bartender, and Abe heads for the counter, sitting down. He motions for you to join him, and you walk over and grab a seat. The bartender puts down the glass he had been needlessly polishing and smiles at Abe.

“The usual then?”

Abe nods and gestures to you.

“A pint of it, yeah. And the boy can have anything he likes.”

The bartender shrugs slightly and turns to you.

“What'll it be?”

>Ask for the house special
>Soda
>Water
>I'll have what he's having
>Other (write-in)
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>>44590352
>Sasparilla.
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>>44590352
>Water
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>>44590352
>Water
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>>44590352
>>I'll have what he's having
no reason to stop now.
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>>44590352
>Water
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“Water suits me fine for now.”

The bartender chuckles and walks off, and Abe turns to you.

“So, where should I begin... I suppose I'll start with your birth and go from there? I could tell you how they met if you'd like, that story is fairly entertaining as well...”

>Start with how they met
>Just get to the point, when did she get turned?
>A summary is fine too
>Start from when I was born, I guess
>Other (write-in)
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>>44590452
>>Start with how they met
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>>44590452
>>Start with how they met
>>
>>44590381
You spelled it wrong.
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>>44590452
>Start with how they met
>>
“Start from the beginning.”

Abe nods, and when the bartender returns he takes a slow sip from his drink. It's some sort of murky red liquid, like if you mixed red wine and stout. You sniff your water before taking a sip. It's cool and refreshing, and you don't taste any drugs, alcohol or other suspect substances in it.

“I remember it like it was yesterday... Back then his name was Alexander, and he was a small time monster hunter. Mostly he dealt with small-scale exterminations, pest control. The types of monster that can't be reasoned with and have to be put down. Your mother was part of a small cult trying to summon a demon. I don't think she ever really thought they would pull it off, it was just something to do on a Saturday night. Well, one day their leader succeeded...

Your father was the first person on the scene as the cult leader went around slitting throats and making sacrifices. The demon had everyone else paralyzed, and he had almost finished making his rounds, with two people left over. Your father put a bullet in him and fought the demon, but he wasn't exactly equipped for it. One of the cultists grabbed the spell book and tried to banish the demon, sacrificing himself in the process. The only two people who didn't get dragged into the pit by the spell were your parents.

From there they worked together, snuffing out similar cults in the area and making a bit of a name for themselves. They made some big enemies, as well as a number of allies. They even met my mentor, Abraham. You know, THE Abraham. Van Helsing himself. It's an inherited title, though, so it wasn't the guy who fought Dracula, just the current person holding the name. You can guess who ended up with it after him.
>>
Anyway... The point is that after a while they wanted to settle down. It wasn't exactly by choice, your mother ended up pregnant and they decided to get out while they were ahead and their enemies were beaten back. The night you were born, though, things went south. A vampire managed to sneak in, invited inside their safe house while disguised as a doctor. He bit your mother and turned her before trying to enlist her in killing you and your father. Your father killed him, but he couldn't bring himself to kill her. She fled into the night, and...”

Abe turns to you, setting down his mug.

“Your father spent three years trying to find ways to turn her back into a human, following every possible lead, and then gave up and resigned himself to hunting her down himself. He gave up hope of ever seeing his wife again the way she once was. You were all he had left. He only ever wanted a normal life for you, and you followed his footsteps instead. At least you finished what he started though.”

He chuckles quietly.

“A toast. To your mother and father.”

>My mother might still be alive
>To my parents
>Other (write-in)
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>>44590835
>To my parents
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>>44590835
>>To my parents
let's not let slip what we know yet. Just in case.
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>>44590835
>To my parents
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>>44590870
Or ever.
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>>44590835
>To my parents
>Was shit bit before or after I was born?
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You raise your glass and nod.

“To my parents.”

You take a gulp of water and set your cup down, watching Abe chug the rest of his mug in a single go, slamming it down on the counter.

“Bartender, another.”

The bartender takes his mug and heads into the back with it, and Abe smiles softly.

“The king returns to claim the empty throne, Oliver. Dracula, the king of all vampires, is emerging from the shadows. He's coming here, to this town, to bring the seven families under his sway. No one knows if he plans to destroy them all or create a new era of agony and despair. After his daughters disgusted him by devoting themselves to sin and extravagance, he's been waiting for something. Whatever it was, he's on his way. We've only got a few months to prepare for it. I figured you'd want to know.”

He reclines and glances at you, taking his refill from the bartender and gazing into it.

“That's assuming the information is correct though. But I'm trying to raise awareness among people who might be willing to help fight against him. He's a scourge, a menace, and if he reclaims his throne again then there's no telling what awaits us... Can I count on you, Oliver? Will you continue to follow in your father's footsteps?”

>I'm no fighter and no hunter, what do you expect me to do?
>I only promise to try
>I'll do what I can to carry on his legacy, don't worry
>Is running an option?
>Other (write-in)
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>>44591072
>I'm no fighter and no hunter, what do you expect me to do?
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>>44591072
>That does sound bad, still i'm trying to grow my own strength. I'll do what's best at the time, like always.

Well who wants to bet Mom woke Dracula and we're a dhampir?
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>>44591072
>>I'm no fighter and no hunter, what do you expect me to do?
Holy fuck, well, no pressure.
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>>44591072
>>I'm no fighter and no hunter, what do you expect me to do?
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“I'm not a warrior, and I'm not a hunter. I might have learned a lot from my dad, but I don't see what you expect me to do.”

Abe nods slightly.

“Fair enough. I could teach you, train you to stand against him, but if you lack the will for it then there's nothing I can do. If you change your mind, just let Andrea know.”

He snaps his fingers and you're back on the street once more, Abe slowly walking away. You suddenly feel kinda thirsty, like the water you drank vanished from your system.

“I'll see you around, Oliver Spencer. Hopefully sooner rather than later.”

>Try to find Sammy again
>Go back to the party
>Follow him
>Head home
>Other (write-in)
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>>44591370
>Try to find Sammy again.
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>>44591370
>Text Sammy. No sense being monster bait.
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>>44591370
>Try to find Sammy again
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>>44591450
seconding
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>>44591370
>Try to find Sammy again
>Text Sammy
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Sleuth roll plus Perception, +2
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Rolled 3 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>44591524
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Rolled 20 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>44591524
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Rolled 12 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>44591524
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>>44591554
We Sherlock Jnr now
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The moment Abe is out of sight you take out your phone and text Sammy, hurrying down the street in the direction she ran and keeping your eyes peeled. There's still no response from Sammy, but you're not deterred. You try to think of where she'd run off to in this situation without a ride back to her house. She'd know Andrea's neighborhood, so she probably knows somewhere around here that she could go to. You look around for a restaurant that Sammy might like and spot a cafe that seems like the type of place Andrea might have taken her to “hang out”. As you approach you spot Sammy sitting in the outdoor area, drinking something by herself.

>Sneak over slowly
>Walk over casually
>Call out to her
>Other (write-in)
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>>44591682
>Sneak over slowly
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>>44591682
>Sneak over slowly
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>>44591682
>Walk over casually
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>>44591682
>Sneak over slowly
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Sneak roll plus Conceal, +4
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Rolled 16 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>44592020
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Rolled 7 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>44592020
can we crit?
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Back in a bit, food time. I'll tweet when I'm heading back to my desk, I'll try not to take too long.
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Rolled 9 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>44592020
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>>44592033
Good enough. Not snake levels but it's plenty good
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>>44590812
>>44590835

So, clearly Van Helsing doesn't know the truth. If our mom was that young of a vamp, she wouldn't have hung around after we staked her.
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>>44592610
I thought that was just based on killcount
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>The night you were born, though, things went south.
>A vampire managed to sneak in, invited inside their safe house while disguised as a doctor. >He bit your mother and turned her...

So we are definitly a Dhampir, but more like a Blade Dhampir.
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>>44592634
I don't remember how old we were when we staked our mom. But she must had a good kill count from those years since she was transformed around the time we were born.
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>>44592719
but we've never needed blood... unless... Did Drac send a vampire of his direct lineage to the house to infect her, and by extent US, with HIS bloodline? Is he sending us psychic dreams while mom ensure's we stay alive as part of a plan?
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>>44592753
15ish I think, but i'm betting Dad dropped her several times. Since it took her so long to get him.

>>44592773
Well dhampirs are part living, and thus can get away with a lot of shit. Also remember that scene we had pre-cog on Jennifer?
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>>44592809
Or he could just never bring himself to actually finish her off.
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>>44592845
If that was the case, he's an idiot and should have died well before now.
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>>44592773
What i meant to say is. We most likely became a Dhampir because our mom was changed while she was pregnant. Once mom was infectd/changed with the vampire WE which were about to be born mutadet in a way. Most likely the ressurection of Dracula involves something like his killer Van Hellsing or some of his family being the one to give birth to the new Dracula. And since Abe told us once you get on the top of the hunters community you inherent the Van Hellsing name, so once you become part of someones family you become part os that family by having the name. In other words once our dad become head hunter mom got pregnant he tried to retired and one of Dracula lineage come to our parents trying to ressurect him by using us and mom. Of course i may just be talking bullshit.
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>>44592809
We should ask Angie. Unless she's been given KOS orders from on high because the other angels know what's up. Or something. I dunno, shit's ramped up and I don't think we're even past the first month.
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>>44592895
Love makes people stupid, stupidity can be overcome with talent.
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>>44592753
>>44592809
We killed mom and dad 3 months ago.

>>44592916
We're literally on the first sunday we've been at this school.
And I had misread the last thread, Mom had killed at least a thousand people when we staked her though.
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>>44592905
Just to add something more. Since our mom was a weakend cultist the ritual which she survived might be related to Dracula or vampirrism. Since we dreamed about the sacrifice of all the people we meet, maybe the cultist leader wanted to become a vampire and maybe the one dude who sacrificed himself in the end was the vampire who turned our mom. Or course at this last part is to much far-fetched.
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>>44592905
Our dad didn't get the Helsing title, he just met the guy that had it, I thought.
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>>44592905
Our dad was never Van Helsing. He was a loner til he met mom.

>>44590812
>They even met my mentor, Abraham. You know, THE Abraham. Van Helsing himself. It's an inherited title, though, so it wasn't the guy who fought Dracula, just the current person holding the name. You can guess who ended up with it after him.
Says Abe, as in Abraham Van Helsing.

And the way this>>44590835 reads to me is that our mother was turned right after we were born.
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>>44593114
How'd we get the clairvoyance moment prior too us seducing Jennifer that night? Something is up. Either we're a dhampir, or someone has something a LOT stronger than a geass in our head.
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>>44593163
>clairvoyance moment
What moment do you mean?

And we've got an innate gift for magic, and already had the blood magic seal and whatever necromancy is keeping Angie from reaping us. There's lots of other possibilities beside dhampir. We don't even know if dhampir are a thing in this setting.
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>>44593223
This was prior to us getting magic. It was the night we did the ritual. We had a clairvoyant moment predicting Jennifer's state, location AND likely responses.
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>>44593114
>>44593104

>From there they worked together,
>snuffing out similar cults in the area and making a bit of a name for themselves.
>They made some big enemies, as well as a number of allies.
>They even met my mentor, Abraham. You know, THE Abraham. Van Helsing himself.
>It's an inherited title, though, so it wasn't the guy who fought Dracula,
>just the current person holding the name.
>You can guess who ended up with it after him.
>You can guess who ended up with it after him.
>You can guess who ended up with it after him.
>You can guess who ended up with it after him.
>You can guess who ended up with it after him.

Most likely Abe meant him but what if it wasn't him before our dad retired? But as i said this is all just a theory.
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>>44593265
I'm gonna check that later, once I get to work, but if you're referring to what I'm thinking of, it was just a guess based on what we already knew about the situation. QM makes conclusions for Oliver sometimes, instead of leaving it to anon to find out, since anon is occasionally really stupid.
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>>44593293
It's a pretty stupid one.
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>>44593293
>They even met my mentor, Abraham
>my mentor
>my mentor
>my mentor

I can do that too. And since Van Helsing is an inherited title, it would follow that Helsing trains his replacement, not just meets them. That was Abe's backhanded way of telling us who he is.
Also, do we have an obligation to tell the vamp girls that Abe's in town? We did agree to mutual non-aggression, and keeping something that big from them could be viewed as an aggressive act in some light.
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>>44593363
Pretty sure they already know, since Abe is probably Mr A.
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>>44593363
>do we have an obligation to tell the vamp girls that Abe's in town?

No, they already know about the hunters.
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>>44593339
Ys it's that's why it must be the truth.
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BTQM is late. Guess i will get somethign to eat to.
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You make your way over to Sammy slowly, taking your time to get closer and keeping out of her line of sight. You take a moment to listen in, just in case she's talking to herself or something. She's sniffling quietly, and you approach her side with careful steps. She doesn't seem to notice you, just sitting there staring into an empty teacup.

>Hi there, how's it going?
>Why did you run off? Are you trying to make me worried?
>Is everything alright?
>If you wanted space you could have just said so.
>Other (write-in)
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>>44593563
Literally tweeted a few minutes ago that I was making tea and then coming back. But oh well.
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>>44593590
>Is everything alright?
>If you wanted space you could have just said so.
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>>44593629
Seconding this
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>>44593590
>Is everything alright?
>If you wanted space you could have just said so.
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>>44593590
>>Other (write-in)
Seat in a table close to her. Trying in a way so she doesn't notice you.
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You move to sit across from her, taking the seat with a smile.

“Hey... everything alright? If you wanted space, you could have just asked for it...”

Sammy tenses, hands gripping the cup tightly, almost enough to crack it.

“Oliver, I...”

She glances at you, then back down again.

“...My dad told me about your fight with him... What you told him you'd do, if he... I know all about your right to claim something from him, and that you were holding it over his head... I know why you did it, but... but how could you? You attacked him, beat him down, and then... threatened to take his wife away from him. And you already have a claim on me...”

She sets the cup down.

“I don't want to see you right now.”

>Sammy, I can explain. You already know why I made the threat, but I never planned to go through with it.
>So you'd rather I left her there to suffer in silence? That I didn't step in at all?
>I'm sorry that I've hurt you, even indirectly. It was never my intent.
>I guess that's it then? See you around, Sammy.
>Other (write-in)
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>>44593790
>So you'd rather I left her there to suffer in silence? That I didn't step in at all?
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>>44593790
>So you'd rather I left her there to suffer in silence? That I didn't step in at all?
>I'm sorry that I've hurt you, even indirectly. It was never my intent.
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>>44593790
>>I'm sorry that I've hurt you, even indirectly. It was never my intent
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>>44593790
>So you'd rather I left her there to suffer in silence? That I didn't step in at all?
>I'm sorry that I've hurt you, even indirectly. It was never my intent.
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>>44593790
>So you'd rather I left her there to suffer in silence? That I didn't step in at all?
>I'm sorry that I've hurt you, even indirectly. It was never my intent.
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>>Other (write-in)
Just leave.
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>>44587419
This.

Keep your shitposting in the subject field so we can filter it.
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>>44593837
Take your own suggestion.
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>>44593790
>So you'd rather I left her there to suffer in silence? That I didn't step in at all?
Be quietly angry. The right thing is the right thing, no matter what.
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>>44593790
>>So you'd rather I left her there to suffer in silence? That I didn't step in at all?
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“When I realized what was going on... Are you honestly saying you'd rather be with someone who wouldn't have stopped it? Would you have rather I let her suffer, and left things as they were? I-”

Sammy slams her hands against the table as she stands, glaring at you. There's a wild, feral look in her eyes, and she grips the edge of the table tightly.

“It wasn't your place to do anything! And you didn't just try to help her, you could have helped her quietly leave, and instead you beat my dad to the ground!”

There's movement all around you, people in quiet corners reading newspapers or discretely leaning against the sides of buildings, all suddenly tensing while trying to play it cool. Sammy doesn't seem to notice at first, but she glances around and calms a bit, sitting back down. You sigh softly.

“I know I've hurt you, and I'm sorry. I never meant for things to happen like this. I'm just trying to do what's right. The right thing to do was protecting her from getting hurt, just like how right now the right thing to do is talk to you instead of sit around at a party with people I don't know.”

Sammy looks at you for a moment, and then away again.

“Ten minutes. I'll give you ten minutes to prove to me that you're serious right now, that you're not just saying whatever you have to so I'll stick around.”

>Write-in
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>>44594008
>your dad didn't give me a chance to get her out quietly, and if you think he wouldn't have acted the same way, you're being naive.
>i gave him the chance to resolve it peacefully, that's why Jennifer didn't leave immediately
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>>44594008
>>Write-in "Sammy... I'm trying. I know nothing I've done has been perfect. I fought your dad, I'm hiding your mom, I'm making pacts with demons and vampires and all other bullshit... But I'm doing it to make this better. For you, for us. I fought your dad when he attacked me, I'm trying to help your mom onto her feet and get a job teaching, I'm studying magic and dealing with demons and vampires because I need the power to keep us safe from the world as best as I can. I broke your pact with Vanessa because I saw someone who was hurting and never deserved it. A beautiful, kind, smart, strong girl who makes things clear on what's important to me just by looking at her. I know I don't deserve your trust, or patience or affection but... I'm trying."
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>>44594008
>>44594151
This
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>>44594008
>>44594166
This seems pretty good.
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>>44594008
>What was happening at home would have come out sooner or later. I'm going to fix your dad, so he doesn't have his episodes. Then he's going to be clan head again. And then everything will be better. I know it hurts now, Sammy, but everything I've done, I've done to help make your life better.
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>>44594008
>>44594151
>>44594166
Sure, here s your thirds
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>>44594008
>>44594151
Seconded
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>>44594008
If I wasn't serious I wouldn't have backed off when you asked, wouldn't have come to defend you and save you when others attacked you after you introduced me to your clan. I wouldn't have promised to deal with your's and your father's issues, when it may take years to properly handle, and I certainly wouldn't have told you about my past. I may be an orphaned teenage fuck up, but I am nothing if not sincere in my desire to help. I was not going to let your family end up like mine, one killing the other. Because that was where it was heading. As far as the fight? I had no choice, I tried talking him down, and nearly got eviscerated for my troubles. I could have killed him, I chose to give him the chance to change and get better. I can't stand by while good people are hurt, you of all people should know that given how we met.
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>>44594246
> I certainly wouldn't have told you about my past
The only thing we told her is that we killed our own father after he became a vamp, anon. She doesn't know most of it
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Are we still going with first to three or is this a thing where you combine the key points and things you like from the good write-ins in some kind of chimeric abomination?
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>>44594299
Considering one post served as the third vote for two options? Chimera
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>>44594299
QM has strep, complete with unholy fever, so we'll probably get a wonderful chimeric abomination
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>>44594008
>"Sammy, the truth of the matter is that I have no clue what is happening. I came here looking for friends, family, a place to call my own. I thought I had found it with you and the Wolfe clan, and yet everywhere I turn there's something royally ducked up. First I save you, and get sucked up in a territory with you as the pawn. Then, I find your dad ducking raping your mother, raping her Sammy, and you expect me to just watch? Well obviously you haven't figured out what kind of person I am yet, cuz that's not going to happen. And on top of all this, I'm supposed to save the clan by fixing your dad's curse, something I've never even done before. Now look me in the eyes and tell me, why do you think I'm here?"
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>>44594442
This is good too, but i think oliver would be cussing. You should type faster anon.
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>>44594501
I'm on my phone, auto correct doesn't like fuck.
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>>44594315
Alright. If any of the late arrivals have bits you'd like to incorporate, feel free to do so as well, I trust you.
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You wait for Sammy to look at you again, holding her gaze before you speak.

“...I'm trying my best, and I know it hasn't been perfect. Your dad didn't give me the chance to end things peacefully because of his condition. I never wanted to fight him, but he didn't give me much choice. And now I'm hiding your mom somewhere safe while I try and fix this mess. I've made deals with devils and vampires, I'm learning magic, and even what happened with your dad, all because I'm trying to make right the things that are wrong.

I'm going to find a way to fix your dad's condition so that he can be leader of the pack again. I'm helping your mom get back on her feet in case she decides to leave the pack. I'm making all these deals so that I'll be able to protect myself and people I care about. People like you.

I broke your pact with Vanessa for the same reason I fought your dad. I saw someone suffering, someone who didn't deserve it, and I couldn't leave it alone. I saw a beautiful, intelligent girl who was hurting because of a girl she made a bad deal with, and I knew I couldn't let that slide. I know that right now I don't deserve your trust or your affection, things are really rough right now, but I'm trying. That's how you know I'm being serious.”

Sammy slowly gets to her feet. She closes her eyes.

“Throw away your claim on my mom. If you can do that, if I can know for a fact that I'm not just a pawn in this, and you're really trying to make this alright... then I'll forgive you. She can already leave the clan if she wants, Stephen is making sure of that... So throw it away, and... and don't let me keep feeling like there's someone else on your mind.”

>Alright then. I release my claim.
>No. It's my insurance. Without it, I can't protect her.
>Alright, show me proof that it's safe to.
>Other (write-in)
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>>44594573
>>Alright then. I release my claim.
To be fair, we don't need the claim. We'll just keep protecting her if we have to.
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>>44594573
>Alright, show me proof that it's safe to.
I'm waiting for a teacher to fuck up so she can join the faculty. Your dad has repeatedly tried getting back with your mom regardless of her feelings. I made a promise. Once she's safe I'll drop it.
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>>44594573
>No. It's my insurance. Without it, I can't protect her.
Im not using any of these claims, i think it's an idiotic, archaic system. But as long as you wolves use it, i have to play the game
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>>44594573
rip wolf harem
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>>44594573
Oh god, my shadowrun senses are tingling so hard right now. Not even gonna vote, it hurts too much.
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>>44594647
>>44594646
>>44594573
Seconded. Not until it's safe to
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>>44594573
>Alright then. I release my claim.
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>>44594667
You too anon? I'm sitting this one off to.
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>>44594573
>>44594647
Seconded
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>>44594573
>Alright, show me proof that it's safe to.
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>>44594646
this
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>>44594698
You just had to second the shit option as well, didn't you?
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>>44594573
>Alright then. I release my claim.
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>>44594573

QM, I know it's time has passed, but could we do something like >>44594442
Along with whatever wins? I just feel like we have every right to be a little pissed off with the way Sammy is treating us after all we've done.

Also, I think a little anger should suprise her enough to slip up if she is playing us at all.
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>>44594728
Sammy's being stupid right now. Until Jennifer's protected, or we get strong enough to hold off the wolf pack, we need that claim.
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“No. It's an insurance measure, something that the clan will respect while I sort this out. I'm not releasing my potential claim so long as it's still necessary to protect her.”

Sammy opens her eyes, glaring at you for a moment.

“It's not necessary, it's just putting everyone on edge. I already told you, my uncle is working out the details for her to leave the clan. Do you know how it feels, to have you claim me, make me feel like I belong with you, and then to suddenly find out that you might do the same thing to someone else? To my mom!?”

The people around you are growing tense again.

“Just drop it already, Oliver! It's only making things worse for everyone!”

>Respond calmly and concisely, don't sink to her level (write-in)
>Meet anger with anger, it's the only way she'll listen (write-in)
>Be snarky and coy, if she's trying to play you she'll give up (write-in)
>Pretend to break down and cry
>Other (write-in)
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>>44594839
Was for>>44594748
And i agree with>>44594818
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>>44594878
Are those write-ins mandatory or just an option?
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>>44594878
>Meet anger with anger, it's the only way she'll listen (write-in)
So this is how much you trust me, is it? Real fucking comforting, Samantha.
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>>44594891
An option. I'm not gonna force everyone to try and "be creative"
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>>44594878
>Meet anger with anger, it's the only way she'll listen
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Pic related to this options
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>>44594878
Spot check the people

>Respond calmly and concisely, don't sink to her level (Do you think your uncle will keep on it if I release my leverage? He knew what was happening and did nothing "for the good of the clan." If I dropped it he'd stop in a heartbeat if the thought it would help. It'd be like me dropping my claim to you while the Mark issue is still in the air. It'd just snap back to the way it was and nothing would change. I won't leave her hanging, much like I wouldn't leave you hanging.
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>>44594878


Anger vs. Anger. Please see: >>44594818
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>>44594909
Supporting.
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>>44594878
>>44594988
Second.
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>>44594878
>Meet anger with anger, it's the only way she'll listen (write-in)
>>Be snarky and coy, if she's trying to play you she'll give up (write-in)
Snarky and angry.
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>>44594878
>>Other (write-in) Admit she's right and that this paranoia and need to control the situation is all us and it would be better if this were not our problem. We just want what's best for everyone.
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>>44594988
I like the write and it wouldn't be hard to spin as angry
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This is a Quest. Put "Quest" in the subject so my filter picks you up.
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>>44595052
Our QM is running a fever, he missed something, it happens.
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>>44595052
I've always been curious why you people care so much
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You slowly get to your feet, looking Sammy right in the eye.

“So, this is how much you trust me? You don't believe that I'm doing this for the reasons I say I am, do you?”

You can feel your anger rising, and you let it spill over into your words. You've been bottled up for a while now, and if you hadn't spoken with Jennifer about your vision and your past, you're pretty sure all that emotion would be pouring out all at once now instead.

“It's really fucking comforting to know that when I'm trying to do a good deed, one that you've even said you can see, you sit there and tell me what's wrong with it. You know what your dad did. You know why it was wrong. And you know that if I give up my right to make that claim, she's dead. Either she's out on the street on her own, or she's stuck with Patrick until someone else comes along and does what I'm doing now. Great, Stephen is making things right, that means I can let go of it sooner. But not yet. Not until it's certain, Samantha.”

Sammy just looks at you, stunned. All her anger has drained out of her. It's like she never expected you to get mad at all, that you'd just collapse like a house of cards.

“I... I'm... I'm gonna just... go then...”

>Do what you like. I won't stop you. I'm not Mark.
>I want you to stay, I want to be able to talk about this with you.
>We should both go. Let's head back to school. I'll walk you.
>Other (write-in)
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>>44595186
>>I want you to stay, I want to be able to talk about this with you.
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>>44595186
>Do what you like. I won't stop you. I'm not Mark.
This. She needs to get it through her head that we don't have wolf motivations.
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>>44595156
Obviouly is because of their filters. Some like BTQM quest others don't with a filter it's easier for then to see or to block a quest.
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>>44595186
>>We should both go. Let's head back to school. I'll walk you.
Throw in that we won't talk if she doesn't want us to and combine it with
>Do what you like. I won't stop you. I'm not Mark.
For reason stated >>44595212
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>>44595186
>>Do what you like. I won't stop you. I'm not Mark.
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>>44595186
>>44595244
Sure.
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>>44595186
>>Do what you like. I won't stop you. I'm not Mark.

just want to give her this burn.
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>>44595186
>>Do what you like. I won't stop you. I'm not Mark
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>>44595244
Second
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“Do what you want to do. I'm not going to stop you, Sammy. I'm not Mark.”

You walk past her towards the street.

“Though if you're leaving then that doesn't give me much reason to stay here, does it? So I'm going to head back to school. You can come with me if you want to, or head to the party. The choice is all yours.”

You don't wait for Sammy, walking away towards the bus stop. You can hear her footsteps, for heading towards you, and then away towards the party after a short pause. You clench your fists a little when you hear your phone go off, and you pull out your phone to check it. Two words.

“I'm sorry.”

You put your phone back into your pocket. What was she trying to prove? That she could intimidate you? Guilt you into something? Or was it really all her own insecurity? You shake your head a little bit and watch as the bus approaches, trying to decide what to do.

>Head back to your room
>Go back to the party
>Other (write-in)
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>>44595324
>Go find some trouble, you're in a baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad mood.
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>>44595324
>>Head back to your room
Text back with "Be safe."
Also, are we able to covertly armor up? I'm not too happy with the attention we got at the cafe. Especially with the Hunters watching us, let alone what all else.
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>>44595324
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, all of this has been so much Hillsborough that at this point I'd be surprised if my deepest darkest shadowruns weren't true.
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>>44595324
>>44595370
Second.
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>>44595364
>>44595324
Second. We don't want to take this anger out on friends. Let's go train on the obstacle course if we can't find a fight
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>>44595324
>>44595370
Sure, but no armor
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>>44595324
>find trouble or work out.
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>>44595382
The fuck is Hillsborough and why is this that?
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>>44595324
>>44595364
I Third this!
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>>44595422
>Hillsborough
Literally just one google search anon...
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You text back “Be safe” and then tinker with your app for your suit. There are some new options besides just armoring up completely. You can put on just the helmet to make use of the sensors on it, or slip the suit component on under your clothes. You slip the suit on under your outfit, minus the gloves, and get onto the bus when it arrives. Honestly, you kind of wish there was something to fight right now. It's been a long day of digging up secrets left and right, and you need to vent properly.

The bus ride is disappointingly quiet, as is the trip back to your room. You pause outside the door and take a moment to just breathe. Jennifer is fast asleep right now, you don't know where Meliora is, and you still need to burn off some steam. You rest a hand against the door and close your eyes. If Jennifer hadn't been in such a bad situation, you'd probably be happily curled up with Sammy somewhere right now. You don't know if you want to blame her, Patrick for being the cause, or your own need to fix every problem you see.

>Head off and find something to do to let off steam
>Go into your room and try to sleep
>Wake up Jennifer, vent to her
>See if Meliora is around to spar with
>See if Jennifer or Meliora want to game for a bit or something
>Make the mature and well-adjusted decision to drink away your feelings
>Other (write-in)
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>>44595422
IT's a famous "accident" that some people don't thing was actually a "accident"
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>>44595528
>Head off and find something to do to let off steam
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>>44595500
I don't see how architecture failure is relevant.
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>>44595528
>See if Meliora is around to spar with
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>>44595528
>Head off and find something to do to let off steam
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>>44595528
>>See if Meliora is around to spar with
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>>44595528
>Head off and find something to do to let off steam
Or
>Make the mature and well-adjusted decision to drink away your feelings
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>>44595528
>Head off and find something to do to let off steam
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>>44595528
>>See if Meliora is around to spar with
>>
Sleuth roll plus Perception, +2
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>>44595528
>>See if Meliora is around to spar with
if not then
>Other (write-in)
Go to the track team field and run at full speed until your muscle are screaming for you to stop.
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Rolled 8 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>44595588
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Rolled 16 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>44595588
findy
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Rolled 1 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>44595588
roll

>>44595547
>>44595559
>>44595580
>Not sparing with meliora and getting stat ups + bonding time

plebs
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>>44595547
>>44595551
>>44595559
>>44595565
Underage.

>>44595528
Drinking is a good way to kill emotions over stupid conflicts you can do nothing about.
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Rolled 11 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>44595588
critfail
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>>44595618
>Underage.
What? It was us trying to blow steam off. Punching shit usually does this and Oliver is 17 you dipshit.
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>>44595616
>taking out our anger on an emotionally fragile friend.
Really anon?
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>>44595616
i dislike your roll but i agree with your other statements.
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>>44595618
Yeeaaah, let's use a depressant while feeling shitting cuz that's what "rill men, hurr" do. You're a true Scotsman.
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>>44595644
>anger

We can say spar please and spar. Working out can make someone feel better. No talking just sparring.
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>>44595616
More free stat ups is unlikely and I don't want to encounter any NPCs that are expected to live through the night right now.
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>>44595653
drinking kills the sadness inside me.
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>>44595679
I'm happy that you have that outlet that works for you, no need to be an ass and call other people children for not downing a pint.
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You head off and wander around the school, looking for something, anything to do so that you can try to get rid of the feeling in your chest. A few people are moving back in after a weekend away, but there's no one you can just outright pick a fight with for no reason. The obstacle course is mostly packed away when you get to it, and lacking anything else to do you start to scale the side of the tallest building in the school, making your way up to the top of the gymnasium.

It's quite a view from up here. It feels just like every other time you've just run away from your problems though. You know it's temporary, and that when you climb back down you're going to feel exactly the same as you did a little while ago. You sit down and think for a bit, just looking out at the town.

>Work on your magic for a bit, fire practice
>Climb back down and head for your room
>Other (write-in)
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>>44595679
I agree. Sadness, anger, guilt. Drinking kills all of that.
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>>44595708
>Work on your magic for a bit, fire practice
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>>44595708
>>Work on your magic for a bit, fire practice
>>
>>44595708
>Work on your magic for a bit, fire practice
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>>44595708
>Work on your magic for a bit, fire practice
>>
Spirit roll, +2
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>>44595708
>>Work on your magic for a bit, fire practice
Let's try channeling our anger through our flame, and try to call on the wind.
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Rolled 2 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>44595748
inb4 anger = more firepower
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Rolled 8 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>44595748
So angry.
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Rolled 20 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>44595748
>>
Rolled 3 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>44595748
Magic!
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>>44595780
Yayyyyy! We Sparky Sparky Boom Boom Man!
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>>44595780
Fucking hell Oliver, calm down son.
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>>44595763
Not with that roll.
But yes.>>44595780
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>>44595780
>>44595780
I guess we summoned the fires of rage inside us.
>>
You pull out your lighter and ignite it, setting it down and focusing on the flame. People often associate fire with anger and passion, and maybe some fire magic practice can help you burn off your anger. Or maybe your anger can help you focus your fire? Either way, it's worth a shot. You take a deep breath and focus on making the flame larger, pouring your feelings into it.

Nothing happens.

You try again, frustrated that the magic isn't flowing at all. Again, nothing. As your frustration grows it seems like less and less it happening. And then, all of a sudden, as the frustration turns to anger, the flame swells and nearly burns your hands. In that moment of anger, forcing out as much energy as you could, you realize that you were visualizing the flame in a different way. You try again, feeling both the flow of energy and the burning inside, and the flame swells once more.

You take some time to practice with it. Keeping a flame alive or snuffing it works best with a calm mind, but making a flame burst or erupt all at once is so much easier with passion or anger behind it. Even the simple act of thinking sexy thoughts is enough to help ease the process, since it produces a similar feeling inside that helps you focus your magic. You rise to your feet, lighter in one hand, and use the other to try to form a stream of magic, producing a simple flamethrower effect. It's tiring, but you finally have an offensive technique.

>Head back down before you wear yourself out
>See how far you can push it, nothing can go wrong
>Take some time to take in the view and think about things
>Other (write-in)
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>>44595961
>>Take some time to take in the view and think about things
>>
>>44595961
>>Take some time to take in the view and think about things
>>
>>44595961
>Take some time to take in the view and think about things
>>
>>44595961
>Take some time to take in the view and think about things
>>
Sleuth roll plus Perception, +2
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>>44595985
>>44595992
>>44595996
>>44596009
Despite it all oliver is a loner
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Rolled 19 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>44596010
Thinky
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Rolled 1 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>44596010
>>
>>44596026
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/85/a2/ce/85a2ce1f069147e318d84bfb32ab5cfb.jpg
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>>44596026
Yeah cuz the majority didn't want to hang with Meliora, may as well enjoy the view and maybe see something interesting.
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Rolled 1 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>44596010
>>44596037
>>44596040
Well then.
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>>44596054
>>44596040
Well then.
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>>44596040
>>44596054
Tragedyanon, your day has come .
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>>44596066
We go blind, don't we?
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>>44596010
>>44596010
>>44596010
Failureis my destiny
>>
Rolled 14 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>
Speed roll plus Acrobatics, +3
Strength roll plus Endurance, +1
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Rolled 3 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>44596140
Speed
>>
Rolled 3 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>44596140
Strength
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Rolled 15 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>44596140
speed
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>>44596084
No, this was an introspection thing, i think. We come to a fasle conclusion, probably.

Just remember we gotta play it out til we have reason in game to rethink it.
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Rolled 7 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>44596140
strength
Also aren't we still suited up?
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Rolled 18 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>44596140
Speed

Damn lily caught us unaware.
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>>44596207
And I still have a fever. I'll modify the rolls before I account for levels of success, don't worry. Thank you for reminding me.
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Rolled 16 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>44596140
Strength>>44596207
Thats why we have the +1
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Rolled 8 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>44596140
>>44596140
Str + end
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>>44596223
we get a str and spd of 3 while im the suit so our speed roll is 22 and our str roll is 20.

>>44596221
cool
>>
You sit back down and pocket your lighter, moving to the edge and looking out at the town. It's peaceful tonight. You're a little upset that you still have a lot of steam to blow off, but you've at least worked out a way to use magic to protect yourself, which ticks that box nicely. You don't notice the person behind you until they've got their hands on your back, and as you fall you start to scream.

You manage to grab hold of a tree branch as you're falling, and as it breaks you grab a second. You're actually kinda glad that the first one broke, the first collision slowed your fall and made catching the second handhold much easier. Your shoulders hurt a bit, but you're not seriously injured. You hear a creaking noise and shuffle along the branch, heading for the trunk of the tree to avoid falling further. You glance up but there's no sign of the person who pushed you.

You climb down slowly and carefully, using your magic to help soothe the pain in your arms from the sudden jolts. You're not sure who pushed you, or why, but whatever their intent was they wanted you out of the way. And they failed. You don't know if they saw you grab hold of the tree to break your fall or not though. Once you reach the ground you take a moment to lean against the tree.

God damn it, now you're back where you began, tense, worried and angry.

>Head back to your room
>Try to find the person who pushed you
>Other (write-in)
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>>44596299
>>Try to find the person who pushed you
AND THEN THERE'S THIS ASSHOLE.
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>>44596299
>>Try to find the person who pushed you
Let's get dangerous
>>
>>44596299
>Try to find the person who pushed you
>>
>>44596299
>Try to find the person who pushed you
BURN BABY BURN
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>>44596299
>Try to find the person who pushed you
Time to kill someone. Also put our helmet on.
>>
Sleuth roll plus Perception, +2
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Rolled 9 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>44596427
Let's see if that person made a terrible, terrible mistake.
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Rolled 5 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>44596427
>>
Rolled 16 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>44596427
Findiest
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Rolled 16 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>44596427
*angry magus noises*
>>
If there is something the hivemind can agreed on is in their mutual hate. I love you guy.
>>
You run along the side of the gym, trying to remember all the ways they could escape from the roof. You kinda drew attention to yourself practicing fire magic out in the open in the middle of the night, to be fair, but that doesn't give them the right to attack you. You catch a glimpse of a figure, but not enough to make them out in the darkness, heading for the main part of the school. At this rate you're going to lose sight of them before they make it back to the dorms. You're faster, but you've also got to take the long way.

-

Speed roll, +3
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>>44596445
i think it did anon.
>>44596454
>>
>>44596471
We've done pretty good tonight. We're all angry pyros. If we have to burn down the gym to get this fucker, we'll do it
>>
Rolled 11 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>44596504
>>
Rolled 18 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>44596504
>>
Rolled 14 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>44596504
Gotta to go fast.
>>
Rolled 20 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>44596504
Runny
>>
And will you head for the boy's dorm building or the girl's? It's unclear which one they're going to.
>>
>>44596529
Wow Oliver is freaking mad...
>>
>>44596569
Which one were we in, again?
>>
>>44596569
My shadow run sense says to go to the boys dorm.
>>
>>44596569
.....i say boy's because I suspect it's the guy who's president of the occult club.
>>
>>44596569
Boys, I guess. We'll be in less trouble that way if we encounter faculty, and it's literally a 50-50 blind shot otherwise.
>>
>>44596597
none we were at the roff top.
>>
>>44596569
Boy's I agree with >>44596615
that it might be the Occult club prez
>>
Oh god if it's the occult prez does that mean we will be the ones to cast the fire spell on him? Or that we will be the cause for him to cast the failed spell
>>
It's Dad. None of our parents are dead.
>>
>>44596722
Huh? I think he just saw us throwing fire and got jealous.
>>
You run as fast as you can, aided by the suit, and sprint towards the dorm buildings. You veer towards the boy's dorm area in the hopes of catching them out, hustling through the hall from one entrance to the other. You spot Bradley and Tobias walking in, and Bradley looks a little out of sorts. Tobias waves at you and smiles.

“Hey, Oliver! How's it going? We were just talking about you. Bradley wanted to apologize for the other day, right Bardley?”

Bradley mumbles something about seeing the error of his ways and bows slightly, looking down. He isn't panting at all, and there's no sign of anyone else walking in who would be tired from a run. Then again, Bradley might not be human... Bradley looks at you for a moment, fidgeting.

“I mean it. If you can help... I'm trying to figure out how magic works. It's... It's for something really important. If you can help me... I'm willing to let you in on our club secrets, if you'll help me accomplish my aims. What do you say?”

>Let's discuss this another time, I'm busy
>Sure, sounds good to me
>I'm gonna go with no for now
>Give up on the chase and ignore Bradley, just go to sleep
>Other (write-in)
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>>44596778
>Let's discuss this another time, I'm busy
>did you see anyone run by?
>>
>>44596778
>Let's discuss this another time, I'm busy
>did you see anyone run by?
>>
>>44596778
>>44596778

>Let's discuss this another time, I'm busy
Run to the girls dorm.
>>
>>44596778
>>44596821
>>44596841
Third.
>>
“I don't have a lot of time to talk, can we discuss this another time? And did either of you see someone run by?”

Tobias shakes his head.

“Nope, sorry...”

Bradley hesitates, before nodding.

“I did. Kim, the hall monitor. She was chasing after someone, they were dressed a little strangely. They just went into the girl's dorm building as we passed by it.”

>Give chase, time for justice
>Give up, time for bed
>Other (write-in)
>>
>>44596821
supporting.
>>
>>44596934
>Give chase, time for justice
>>
>>44596934
>Give chase, time for justice
JUSTICE
>>
>>44596934
>Give chase, time for justice.
>Put the suot helmet on
>>
>>44596967
>>44596934

>>44596970
These, no helmet, suits under our clothes.
>>
>>44596934
>Grab Bradley. Ask him to try again.
>>
“Thank you, Bradley.”

You run off down the hall, heading for the girl's dorm building and charging into it. You can hear Kim yelling and blowing a whistle, and the sound is easy to follow. You find her fairly quickly, chasing after someone clad in black. They have a mask over their face and a wrap of some sort covering their hair, but their physique is unmistakably feminine.

“Get back here, criminal! For the murder of a student, I'm placing you under arrest, do you hear me!?”

Kim looks at you and nods.

“Oh, hello. I thought you were dead.”

She turns back to the figure.

“Attempted murder! Still a crime!”

Your wannabe murderer pulls several black spheres from their pocket, readying a throw.

>Fire at will. With fire.
>Oliver used Tackle!
>Dodge!
>Other (write-in)
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>>44597109
>>Fire at will. With fire.
Fuck you, you can't be a ninja if I set you on fire!
>>
>>44597109
>Fire at will. With fire.
>>
>>44597109
>>“Oh, hello. I thought you were dead.”
Oh, for a sec, I thought it was her that pushed us. then read on.

>Fire at will. With fire.
>>
>>44597109
>Fire at will. With fire.
Fire beats ninja
>>
Spirit roll, +2
>>
Rolled 7 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>44597165
Disco inferno.
>>
Rolled 13 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>44597165
*angry Oliver noises*
>>
Rolled 11 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>44597165
burny
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Rolled 19 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>44597165
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>>44597109
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You pull out your lighter and ignite it as you run, chasing after the figure and focusing your magic. It's hard to do it while running, and as you try to form the flamethrower and cast your energy further you end up just creating a burst of fire that you end up running through. Kim charges forwards unhindered, but you wind up with scorch marks on your clothes, coughing and choking a little bit and skidding to a halt.

That's what you get for using a spell you only just learned the basics of while chasing after someone. You could try to use the fireball, but last time it just blew up in your hands, and you're already close to burning out. Or you could try to give chase again and hope you're fast enough. Or, you supposed, you could just have faith in the law.

>Trust in the law.
>Justice by your own hand. Continue the hunt.
>Fireball!
>Other (write-in)
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>>44597176
How would that sound like?
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>>44597286
>Justice by your own hand. Continue the hunt.
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>>44597286
>>Justice by your own hand. Continue the hunt.
Ninja gonna get it
>>
>>44597286
>>Justice by your own hand. Continue the hunt.
So any idea who or what that is Kim?
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>>44597286
>Justice by your own hand. Continue the hunt.
>>
>>44597286
>>Justice by your own hand. Continue the hunt.
>>Fireball
SO ANGRY
>>
Speed roll, +3
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Rolled 19 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>44597379
>>
Rolled 3 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>44597379
fast
>>
Rolled 3 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>44597379
>>
>>44597394
>>44597413
What is up with all the double lows?

>>44597379
QM are you going to start a new thread?
>>
You drop down slightly, take a breath, and break into a sprint, going all out. With the suit reinforcing your body and enhancing your speed you manage to overtake Kim, and you charge after the figure at top speed. You leap, reaching out and grabbing hold of the person's shoulder, and they try to yank free of your grasp, trying to toss the spheres right in your face.

-

Strength roll, +3
Speed roll plus Dodge, +5
>>
Rolled 10 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>44597449
Stranght
>>
>>44597442
Soon, yes, once we hit page 10
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Rolled 6 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>44597449
Strength don't we have brawl 1 too? So +4?
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Rolled 16 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>44597449
Spuds
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Rolled 11 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>44597449
>Strength roll, +3
>>
Rolled 10 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>44597449
Strength
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Rolled 20 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>44597449
>Speed
Duck dive dip and dodge
>>
Rolled 14 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>44597449
Speed + Doge
>>
>>44597491
>>44597482
That's a crit
>>
>>44597502
This>>44597476
Not>>44597482
>>
>>44597502
No because >>44597492 did confirmed it only because of just 1. And i fell terrible about it.
>>
>>44597520
I linked a strength post on accident.

We got a 25 and a 21.

We bullet time now.
>>
You duck under the spheres and avoid every last one without losing momentum, but as they twist they tear free of your grasp, continuing to run. You keep pace with them, panting softly, and throw yourself at them, tackling them to the ground and holding them down.

“Stop. Running. You. Stupid. Moron.”

With all the adrenaline and anger coursing through you, it's hard to form coherent sentences. Kim runs to your side and smiles.

“Thank you, ally of justice. I'll take it from here, don't worry.”

She pulls out a pair of handcuffs from under her skirt and advances.

>No. Justice by my own hand. Fire time.
>Give them a solid left cross, then let Kim have them
>Rip off their mask, look them in the eye, then back off
>Let Kim do her thing, go back to your room
>Other (write-in)
>>
>be me
>power went out at 4 replies into the quest
>come back to a overwhelming events of emoition
And now im looking at sum gud rols

g-jab bois
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>>44597551
Oh boy...now i'm glad i'm still awake.
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>>44597602
>Give them a solid left cross, then let Kim have them
>>Rip off their mask, look them in the eye, then back off
We want to know who it is, AND hurt them
>>
>>44597608
The approval of random strangers on the internet. An adequate replacement for my father's love and respect.
>>
>>44597602
ANONS WHY DOES SHE WEAR THE MASK

>TAKE OFF THAT MASK
>>
>>44597602
first
>Other (write-in) Rip their mask off.
then.
>>No. Justice by my own hand. Fire time.
>>
>>44597602
>Rip off their mask, look them in the eye, then back off
>>
>>44597602
>Rip off their mask, look them in the eye, then back off
>Give them a solid left cross, then let Kim have them
>>
>>44597617
It weird isn't it

I hold opinions from other anons more dearly than i do of actual family

maybe im a monster.
>>
>>44597602
>>44597615
>>44597634
Either. Burn or beat. Doesn't matter, we will have vengence.
>>
>>44597602
>Rip off their mask, look them in the eye, then back off
>>
>>44597602
>Give them a solid left cross, then let Kim have them
>Rip off their mask, look them in the eye, then back off
>>
You can feel your anger rising as you look down at your would-be murderer. You want to hurt them, hit them, beat them to a bloody pulp and set fire to what's left. But somewhere in the back of your mind, you know it's fleeting. You know that doing that in front of Kim might be a really big mistake. And most importantly, you know that you refuse to stoop to her level. You grab the wrap and mask and yank them aside, gazing into the eyes of your foe.

Her eyes are red, exactly like Sammy's were when she was being manipulated by her blood pact. She's panting softly, as if frozen in place. As she looks up at you she shudders a bit, coughing quietly, and the red slowly fades from her eyes. As you stand up to let Kim handcuff her, the girl looks confused and frightened, before another shudder passes through her and she collapses, unconscious or dead. Kim hoists her over her shoulder and walks off, whistling.

>Follow Kim, try to gather some clues
>Head for your room, get Kim to fill you in later
>Other (write-in)
>>
>>44597728
>Follow Kim, try to gather some clues
Seems like some vampire or another is cruising for a staking.
>>
>>44597602
>>Rip off their mask, look them in the eye, then back off
>>
>>44597728
>>Follow Kim, try to gather some clues
Yeah, no someone's gonna pay for this.
>>
>>44597728
>Head for your room, get Kim to fill you in later
So
Emotionally
Exhausted.
>>
>>44597728
>Follow Kim, try to gather some clues
>>
>>44597728
>>Other (write-in)
Touch the girl in her skin pretending to check her pulse and using our hemomancy try to identify the person who forced her in the pact. if possible.
>>
>>44597728
>Call that vampire bitch. Someone just invoked a blood pact to try and get you killed on a day you were pissed off. If she doesn't want this to end in bodies, she'd better fix this.
>>
>>44597728
>Follow Kim, try to gather some clues
>>
>>44597758
Seriously.
>Mom might not be dead
>Sammy maybe? broke up with him
>Nearly murdered by an innocent proxy
poor guy...
>>
>03:00am here
I will go to bed anons. Good quest for the rest of you.
>>
>>44597797
This is probably a good choice too.

>>44597793
I don't think we know how to do that.
>>
>>44597824
Do you live in the ocean?
>>
>>44597793
>>44597797
These
>>
You walk after Kim, keeping close to her.

“So what happens now? I want to talk to this girl, see if I can get some answers out of her, and-”

You feel a brief shudder and blink, and in the space between you closing your eyes and opening them again you catch a glimpse of Angie and the girl. Kim shrugs a bit.

“When she wakes up you can talk to her all you like. For now I'm gonna get her to the nurse's office since she's passed out.”

You nod slightly and slow your pace a bit. She's dead. She was coughing, maybe it was poison? So someone used a pact, had her push you off a roof, then run away and poison herself to obscure the situation...? You don't think you can handle today anymore.

>Head back to your room
>Other (write-in)
>>
So, i was thinking about our dream, anons. If the ritual works like vampirism in Hellsing Ultimate, Oliver might be okay with it. Instead of losing everyone, their souls live with us forever, if they freely give their blood.
>>
>>44597857
>>Head back to your room
Sleep. Talk to Angie
>>
>>44597857
>Other (Call up Lucy, some dickwaffle just violated the agreement)
>>
>>44597857
>>Head back to your room
fuck it. Fuck this. Fuck the party, fuck the women, fuck the murdering, fuck it.
>>
>>44597874
Might be why they were smiling. Theyw ere smiling in the dream/vision, yeah?
>>
>>44597857
>Head back to your room
Text Lily, let her know what's up
>>
>>44597857
>Head back to your room
Text Sammy, Andrea and Jennifer. Give em a sit rep.
>>
>>44597874
How about fuck no?
>>
>>44597874
Silver get out
>>
>>44597884
>Lucy
Who?

>>44597903
Yes
>>
>>44597931
Lily, whatever. L--y.
>>
>>44597857
>>Head back to your room
Just go to bed, don't talk to anyone and if they do, tell them no.
>>
>>44597874
Kill yourself.
>>
>>44597925
Wrong.
This is actually the Creole Scum.

>>44597920
It was just an idea. Especially if shit's coming down on us
>>
>>44597971
Next time you have an idea, add some ventilation to your brainbox so it can go away.
>>
You head back to your room, packing away your suit and sighing. This isn't what you wanted at all. You've spent the last week at this school trying to fit in, and you've made just enough of an emotional connection with people that all their drama and bullshit is getting to you. And the worst part is, you don't want to leave. You want to stand by them, help them, and you know it's only going to make you feel worse before it gets better.

You slip into your room quietly to avoid waking Jennifer up and get ready for bed. No sign of Meliora again, and Jennifer is curled up under your blanket. You wash up briefly, taking a quick shower before you slip on your pajamas, and walk back into the room. Jennifer's got a supply of booze in her bag, and you could always use her to vent if need be.

>Crash on the couch, fuck all of this
>Curl up with Jennifer and pass out
>Help yourself to Jennifer's stash
>Wake Jennifer up, unwind with her
>Other (write-in)
>>
>>44598033
>Crash on the couch, fuck all of this
>>
>>44598033
>Crash on the couch, fuck all of this
>>
>>44598033
>>Crash on the couch, fuck all of this
>Help yourself to Jennifer's stash
>>
>>44598033
>Curl up with Jennifer and pass out
Let's just sleep and cuddle.
>>
>>44598033
>Crash on the couch, fuck all of this
>>
>>44598033
>>Crash on the couch, fuck all of this
>>
>>44598033
>>44598070
Seconded
>>
>>44598033
>>Crash on the couch, fuck all of this
>>
Smarts roll, +0
>>
Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>44598119
>>
Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>44598119
>>
Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>44598119
thinky
>>
Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>44598119
bad dream?
>>
You head for the couch and curl up on it. You're tired, stressed out, and you can't deal with any of this right now. You close your eyes and try to sleep. Sleep, however, does not come easily. You spend the next half hour staring up at the ceiling, a bundle of nerves and stress. You almost died a little while ago, your relationship with Sammy has turned strained, and the town is going to be the epicenter of a massive supernatural conflict in the near future, probably. You try to clear your head, but nothing is working.

>Drink til you pass out, or at least until you're sleepy
>Wake up Jennifer
>Just sit there and try to sleep, eventually the tiredness will outweigh the stress
>Other (write-in)
>>
>>44598276
>Drink til you pass out, or at least until you're sleepy
>>
>>44598276
>Drink til you pass out, or at least until you're sleepy
And play vidya
>>
>>44598276
>Drink til you pass out, or at least until you're sleepy
>>
>>44598276
>>Drink til you pass out, or at least until you're sleepy
>>
Sneak roll plus Conceal, +4
>>
Rolled 12 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>44598330
>>
Rolled 13 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>44598330
drinky
>>
Rolled 3 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>44598330
>>
You rummage through Jennifer's luggage for her bottles, trying to keep quiet. You wrap your hand around one and extract it slowly, but it clinks against another bottle, and Jennifer stirs on your bed. She doesn't say anything, but you can't tell if she's awake or not in the darkness. You sit down on the couch with the bottle, waiting for a few moments in case she says or does anything, and after some rather tense silence you open the bottle and take a sip.

It's pretty potent stuff, and you try to keep your consumption minimal, but after two pulls from the bottle and no result you take a longer draw from it and set it down. Ah, there we go. You feel a little light-headed now, and you lay down on the couch, putting the cap back on the bottle and sighing softly.

“I'm not going to say anything besides this. If there's something you need to drink about, we can talk.”

You can hear rustling, and Jennifer rolls over, turning away from you on your bed.

>Go back to sleep, Jennifer. I'm fine.
>Well, if you're awake anyway, let's talk.
>Tomorrow. Right now isn't a good time.
>Other (write-in)
>>
>>44598412
>Tomorrow. Right now isn't a good time.
>>
>>44598412
>Tomorrow. Right now isn't a good time.
>>
>>44598412
>Tomorrow. Right now isn't a good time.
>>
>>44598412
>>Tomorrow. Right now isn't a good time.
>>
“Tomorrow. Right now... isn't really a good time.”

Jennifer stays true to her word and remains silent, and you make yourself comfortable on the couch, letting yourself drift off. You feel restless, and as you slip into sleep you find yourself in the first home you can really remember. Your dad is there, along with your mom. Angie is sitting beside you on the couch, sighing.

“What could have been, right? Had a rough day then?”

>I'm not in the mood, Angie. I want to be alone.
>Tell me about the girl who died earlier.
>Other (write-in)
>>
>>44598412
>>44598430
>>44598468
>>44598473
>>44598480
But politely.
>>
>>44598537
>Tell me about the girl who died earlier.
>>
>>44598537
>Tell me about the girl who died earlier.
>conjure up a huge mug of irish coffee
>>
>>44598537
>Tell me about the girl who died earlier.
>>
>>44598537
>>44598565
Seconded.
>>
>>44598537
>Tell me about the girl who died earlier
Also Dracula is coming to town least according to hunter gossip.
>>
>>44598537
>Tell me about the girl who died earlier.
>>
You make yourself comfortable and let the dream play out without interfering with it. Your mom, exactly as you remember her from when you shot her with the stake, walks in and offers you a plate of cookies and a glass of milk. You take them with shaking hands.

“Tell me about the girl who died earlier. I want to know what happened to her.”

Angie nods slightly.

“She was fated to die from poison, and that's exactly what happened. The school will make it look like a suicide attempt to save face. Because it wasn't a direct monster attack, I can't bring her back. Everyone has to stay on their clock.”

You take one of the cookies and bite into it. It's warm and delicious, exactly the way you imagined that homemade cookies would be growing up. The image of your mother smiles.

“How do you like them, sweetie? I've been working on a new recipe to surprise your father when he comes back from work.”

>What about my mom? When was she supposed to die?
>That's all I needed. I'd like to be alone now.
>Other (write-in)
>>
>>44598673
>What about my mom? When was she supposed to die?
>>
>>44598673
>That's all I needed. I'd like to be alone now.
Try to enjoy the mihht have been/might be in the future.
>>
>>44598673
>What about my mom? When was she supposed to die?
Man Oliver, you might be the only one God doesn't love to get stuck with this shit.
>>
>>44598673
>>What about my mom? When was she supposed to die?
Also according to Hunter gossip Dracula is coming to town.
Girl say who had her try kill me?
>>
>>44598673
>That's all I needed. I'd like to be alone now.
>>
>>44598673
>Other
How'd your meeting go?
>>
>>44598701
>>44598714
>>44598721
We already asked her that. She said she didn't know, she doesn't reap vampires.
>>
You look at the image of your mother, and then turn to Angie.

“What about her? When was she supposed to die?”

Angie frowns.

“Oliver, that's not something a human is supposed to know. And she wasn't in my jurisdiction anyway. I can tell you've had a hard day, but if this is the start of some great big emotional outburst then I'm leaving.”

You shift a little bit, biting back the words you want to say. You nod instead.

“I'm sorry, you're right...”

Angie rests a hand on your shoulder.

“I'm gonna do what I can, alright? See me after school so we can talk. I'll leave you to enjoy this, you seem like you need to detox a bit...”

>See you tomorrow then
>Don't go. I have other questions.
>Other (write-in)
>>
>>44598784
Pretty sure that was about whether she was dead, not when she was fated to die.
>>
>>44598797
>>See you tomorrow then
>>
>>44598797
>Don't go. I have other questions.
What did your boss say?
>>
>>44598797
>Don't go. I have other questions.
Tell Dracula news, girl mention who pacted her?
>>
>>44598797
>Don't go. I have other questions.
What about that necromancy that messed with your scythe?
>>
>>44598797
Ask about necromancers Dracula in town and who sent the girl.
>>
“Wait, before you go... That thing with your boss, and your scythe... What happened? And Dracula is on his way, and the girl... did she say anything about what happened?”

Angie pats you on the head.

“I'll tell you about it tomorrow. It's a big deal, and you'll get even more stressed out, and then tomorrow you'll be tired and vulnerable. Rest, Oliver. Enjoy your dream. You're going to be useless tomorrow unless you sleep soundly. Or do I need to come over there and tire you out myself?”

Angie laughs a little and gets to her feet, heading for the front door.

>Fine then. Until tomorrow.
>Seriously? You're just leaving?
>Imagine a wall in front of her, try to prevent her leaving
>Other (write-in)
>>
>>44598797
>Don't go. I have other questions.
The necromancy, and mention that the Van Helsing is in town and told us that dracula's coming for his kids.
>>
>>44598900
>Fine then. Until tomorrow.
>>
>>44598900
>Fine then. Until tomorrow.
>>
>>44598900
>>Seriously? You're just leaving?
........
>Fine then. Until tomorrow
>>
>>44598900
>Other
Blow her a big cartoony kiss, complete with flying heart and wings.
She's being really patient with us.
>>
“Alright then. I guess I'll see you tomorrow. Have a nice night.”

Angie nods and leaves the house, and you relax, closing your eyes. You try to let go and slip out of conscious thought, drifting from dream to dream, and the night passes by easily. You're awakened by the sound of your phone's alarm going off. It's early morning, Monday, and classes start in two hours. You feel fairly well rested though. Jennifer yawns quietly and sits up on your bed.

“Good morning. Did you sleep alright? Do you feel any better...?”

>Let's chat for a bit
>I'm alright now, thanks
>Get ready for class before anything else
>Get into bed with Jennifer for a little bit
>Other (write-in)
>>
>>44598924
>>44598900
This with the fine then.
>>
>>44599008
>I'm alright now, thanks
>>
>>44599008
>>Let's chat for a bit
>>
>>44599008
>I'm alright now, thanks
>>
>>44599008
>Get ready for class before anything else
>>
>>44599008
>>Let's chat for a bit
Tell her what happened
>>
>>44599008
>I'm alright now, thanks
Assuming that this is actually true and not a lie.
>>
>>44599008
>Let's chat for a bit
>>
>>44599045
It's not, you're still kind of a mess. Better, but still not fine.
>>
>>44599057
Close enough.
>>
>>44599045
Why would it be? None of our problems went away just because we slept.
>>
>>44599074
Sleeping can be good for getting rid of stress even if it doesn't fix shit
>>
>>44599008
>Let's chat for a bit
She wants to hear our problems? Fine. Let's tell her.
>>
>>44599067
Nope not really. Jennifer is our confessor and closest thing to a mom we've had.
>>
>>44599091
Well at this point I'm not changing my vote out of stubbornness and you already lost, so nyeh.
>>
Starting a new thread, one moment
>>
>>44599103
So you admit your vote has nothing to do with anything Oliver would do? Please don't half ass involvement in our quest. You're more than welcome, but do us the courtesy of reading the archive and learning who we've built oliver as.
>>
>>44599155
>So you admit your vote has nothing to do with anything Oliver would do?
I admit that my vote isn't what you want Oliver to do.

Having been here from the start of the first thread and never missing a run, reading the archive is unnecessary.
>>
>>44599103
Fair enough

>>44599155
I voted for talk, don't fucking start.
>>
>>44599189
Except it didn't, anon. First three were for doing fine.
>>
>>44599189
Fine.
>>
>>44599197
In unrelated news, since thread is headed the way of the dinosaurs, North Korea tested a hydrogen bomb today.

Just read it on conflict news.
>>
>>44599341
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