Hell yeah bloodquest!

And how are you anyway, 54?

An update/overview of your abilities:
-Your blood, whom you have named Garfield, can raise its temperature. This is useful, if occasionally very painful. He loses control of this ability when he does not feed.
-You can extrude whiplike pseudopods of your blood, which make for a devastative offensive when coupled with the first ability. You can also form armor out of the blood to absorb/disperse the shock of blows.
-You occasionally, and so far without you control, experience precognition, usually in the form of extraordinary reflexes or danger avoidance. It was this ability that got you confined by Arkham in the first place

>>9781282
>devastative
>lolwut

An inventory update:
-$240
-Butterfly knife
-.45 revolver, empty
-.38 revolver, 4 shots
-nightvision goggles
-a change of clothes
-you guys always seem to remember something I've forgotten.

Archives if people want to catch up
1- http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/9699385/
2- http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/9718987/
3- http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/9740662/
4- http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/9746933/
5- http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/9760642/
6- http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/9765681/

"Voodooed to Kansas, but I'm headed back to ground zero... unless you have a better idea?"
"And how's that arm? It's like that shit happened only a few hours ago..."

One of these days we need to gain the blood geyser ability from Metal Slug 3's zombiefied status. Link related:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qkkrcD2tg3c#t=00m49s

>>9781331
There's the backpack you always seem to forget...
Oh, yeah -- the two prepaid cell phones and Walter's number.

>>9781344
This~

Ask what 54s been up to since we've been icognito

>>9781370
thanks, see, you guys are on the ball.

Bowl #1 has begun, i'll start typing up some dialogue presently.

>>9781398
thanks
I wasn't around for the last few threads, and there was a point in which I wish I had been. I got caught up today.

>>9781338
"I ended up in Kansas, if you can believe that," you say. "How's that arm? that looked pretty nasty..."
"Shit, I can believe anything at this point, you don't have to listen to the government troops radio'ing for help while they get carved apart by this shit."
"The arm's, uh...well, it's gone. You could say i've lost a bit of my roguish figure."

"Miami might be somewhere you want to stay away from, at least for the time being. All I know is, whatever the fuck is rampaging out there dressed up in a little girl's skin, the gov't can't stop it, and Arkham doesn't seem like they know what's going on anymore, they're running around the country with their heads cut off trying to round up the rest of us."
"The man who's going to know, if anyone is, is the man that pumped you full of burning blood, and then man that offered me a job, or my life, in some mirrored room somewhere. Theodore Arkham. Man who put the whole damn thing together. Money out of nowhere and a burning desire to keep the American people safe from, shit, you and me and whole mess else. He's a god damn ghost, and for all I know, that could be literally true."

>>9781533
So 54 is working for Ahrkam? Interesting. I'd suggest we take his advice. If neither the government or the corp can do anything against 13, I don't think there's much we can do either. Perhaps we should meet up with 54?

>>9781560
>54 is referring to when he worked as a research assistant while Arkham's "ward" prior to your initial escape

Ah, right.

Either way, we should try to meet up with him.

"What kind of information access do you have, 54? I left behind some crazy shenanigans in 13's old stomping grounds... intent on a crazy statue thing. Arkham guys were about so I got the hell out of there..."
"And what number was Killer Croc back there?"

>>9781650
>>9781686
"Where are you, anyway?" You ask. You pass several police vehicles headed the opposite direction, towards the site of your confrontation with the reptile.
"Holed up somewhere no one can get to me," he claims, "Up towards New England. Military brought down the curtain pretty hard, not much slipped through, so Arkham's got a minimal presence up here."
"What sort of information are you working with?"
"Ah, all business today, eh, sweetheart? Shit, you know me, i hear the military talking about it, i hear Arkham talking about it, I hear parents calling their children across the curtain, telling them everything's going to be alright. Naw, all the useful information is coming out of Arkham. I've even been able to strip some data out of the piece-of-shit computer system. I only got a portion of what they have, and it seems like a lot of what they had was lost in Miami. For instance, I know that big thing attracting all the attention near you now is Subject 50, and that it consumed roughly 12 head of steer on a daily basis."

Give him the description of our croc and ask him if it's subject 50.

"We'll hug when I see you. And write off 50. He's not going to be a problem anymore."

>>9781824
"The very same," 54 says. "From the sound of things, he's getting scraped off the highway."
"So can we meet up?" you ask, "is there any getting through the military?"
"I suppose it's possible, though you're not just walking through the border in your...current sanguinary state, if you know what I mean."
"But if you could make your way up here, getting past the border would have been the easy part. Arkham patients and subjects and whatever the hell else have been eating chunks and burning pieces off the whole damn country. Louisville's suffered some kind of communications blackout, you'll have to go around. Apparently it's Subject 96, and it..."...blah blah, stored in cryostasis until further notice...yeah, I have nothing for 96. But that's just one of 'em. There's apparently something shooting planes out of the sky along the eastern seaboard, not that there are many planes flying anyway. You're going to have a hell of a time, wherever you're headed."

>>9781932
How about 88? Have you heard from him again?

>>9782034
"I haven't heard FROM him, but the last time I heard OF him he was punching holes in armored cars down in Georgia somewhere."

>>9782034
This
"And can you get any more information on Arkham's Chicago base and its history in general? Who they have there and who's missing? Maybe I can find Mr. Arkham there?"

>>9782121
"Chicago facility was originally designed to store Anomalous Artifacts, with the Miami structure servicing Persons of Interest. Now they've got all their eggs in one basket in the Windy City. If Mr. Arkham was going to be anywhere, he's probably be there. Of course, that doesn't mean he is,"
"They got all kinds of shit in here, what do you want to talk about? I've got here a gun that never runs out of bullets, playing cards that tell the future, 15 different things that just seem to be furniture that eats people. 89, jesus, 89 unidentifiable carcinogens, including a no. 2 pencil and a 54-year-old glass of ovaltine."

>>9782121
"And... sorry if I'm giving you too much, but I also need to know about that statue. Cold, dark metal. Sharp and shifting edges that change the number of sides at random. Etched foreign symbols. Either Arkham has it now or that creature in the cornfield does."

>>9782199
Check to see if they have anything that can attack spiritual enemies and whatnot. Something we can use against the entity.

Personal note: That thing was only slightly ticked about our attack. If we could mist our blood up (on the same playing field as the creature), we might be able to do some damage.

>>9782252
"Statue, statue...I'm not seeing what you're talking about NOW, but I am seeing an inventory report for three artifacts matching that description being delivered to the Chicago facility about 17 months ago. And there's a shipping invoice for transporting one of the artifacts to a cell facility in...Scott City Kansas.
>>9782261
"Hmm, let me see here. I have sunglasses that let you see ghosts. They're in with the carcinogens though...There's a sword that can cut through, and i quote "coherent matter," but that's missing, presumed stolen. There are several "spiritual containment units" and 2 "Multiadaptive Tesla Devices," whatever the fuck that is."

>>9782358
"I don't suppose you can screw with shipping orders, can you? Get some of that stuff to a less guarded location without exposing yourself to Arkham's guys?"

>>9782358
Where did you get all this shit?

Check to see if the other two polyhedrons had been transported elsewhere.

Either way, I say we head to chicago and try to get our hands on those tesla devices.

>>9782402
...drugs, man.
>>9782400
"I could probably slip a requisition order in there, but they're not really operating efficiently right now, it could be a while before they spare a team to deliver it.
Actually, hmmm...I could try to place a pretty big urgent order, see if they think it's important enough to rush it out to you. It'll come under harsher scrutiny though, they'll be more like to see through our BS."

>-You can extrude whiplike pseudopods of your blood, which make for a devastative offensive when coupled with the first ability. You can also form armor out of the blood to absorb/disperse the shock of blows.

Holy. Shit.

We're a fucking Sacrier.

>>9782402
I think he's reading Arkham's inventory logs for the Anomalous Artifacts. When 54 says that he's got something, it means he's got information on it.

>>9782415
"I'm not seeing it. If they have, it was without filing anything, or I've lost the file.
"Can you keep me posted if I head up to Chicago? I want to get my hands on some of those artifacts."
"Sure thing, I'll call you if anything nasty starts waking up in your vicinity."

>>9782454
Could you insert me into the Arkham roster? If they're in that desperate a need for personel, they won't question the additional help too much. That way, we get the stuff quicker without raising too many flags."
"Then again, I'm not in the mood to get locked up again. What are the chances of something like that working? Too crazy or just crazy enough?"

OOC I think we should join up with Arkham to help destroy the other subjects and eventually defeat 13 and regain our fedora. What do you guys think?

>>9781242
Hey guy, I'm sure your quest is real good, but I just wanted to say this.

It's about your picture.

It looks like an ass, what with the light on the walls, and the person in the corner either looks like shit coming out or a pussy, if you're imaginative.

tl;dr DAT ASS

>>9782690
When i blur my eyes I can see it

Fuck you

>>9782635
"It's a bit more paperwork than a requisition, but there are so many new hires just to keep control, you shouldn't get looked at twice for a long time; long enough, anyway."
>>9782690
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

>>9782685
I don't know. Arkham as a whole has been a dick so far ("minor precog? jam Venom into the bitch and watch her go mental"). not exactly matching our goals. but we shouldn't totally write them off. I'm leaning toward independent contractor.

>>9782739
>minor precog? jam a fat, lazy cat into the bitch and watch her go mental
FTFY

>>9782707
Then my work here is done.

>>9782728
"And the more paperwork could lead to our advantage in the end..."
(I don't want to speak for everyone else though. Is this something we want to do?)
"If that plan could work, would you want me to pick you up something?

>>9782809
"Well, let's see here...Get me the lighter that transmutes smoked materials into potent hallucinogens, the, uh..."absorbant tuning fork," what the hell, i want to see what that does, and the...why not, the letter-opener that causes Hitler-related nightmares."

>Are you going to the Anomalous Artifacts facility?

If we want to get into an Arkham facility, why don't we just call Walters?

>>9782908
Walters has crap for clearance, and I'm fairly sure he wouldn't stick his neck out for someone he just met, let alone is supposed to be hunting.

>>9782901
Yeah, sure. Why not/.

>>9782990
because that's where the enemy is based

>>9783035
Yeah, but I mean it's sounds like it'll be fun. They're too busy to notice. As long as we stay away from dice rolls we should be fine.

>>9782990
>>9782809
"Put me on the roster, 54," you say, taking a northbound ramp to another highway. "I'll be in and out of there in a day."
"Will do, I'll call if anything fuckin' weird goes down." 54 hangs up the phone, leaving you to your thoughts and your blood.
"That was 54? What did I hear about Arkham and Chicago?" your blood asks quizzically.

>>9783035
Arkham's an obstacle. Now that we know what we can do, they can't fully control us again. They have some scary tech, but ostensibly their goals are similar to ours, i.e. NOT destroying everything around them. We'll never like them for what they did, but we have bigger worries.

13 and the like are the real enemies. As long as they're doing their crazy shit, we're never going to be safe.

>a sword that can cut through, and i quote "coherent matter,"
>presumed stolen
that not good.
>three artifacts
where's the third eldritch abomination?

>>9782901
"Make me a courier, with the "all the eggs in one basket" excuse to relieve Chicago of some stuff. Add the infinite ammo gun, the sunglasses, two spiritual containment units only if they're portable, and a Multiadaptive Tesla Devices."

(I was thinking about grabbing the other two polyhedrons, but do we really want another Miami on our hands?)

>>9783128
no cancer causing sunglasses

>>9783128
Dammit, I'm too slow.

>>9783146
With all the stuff we're gonna run into, you really think we're gonna die from cancer?

>>9783128
"I'll put in the forms. You've been working for Arkham for 7 months and are delivering the equipment to the cell facility in...Atlanta. If for some reason you get stuck inside, your employee credentials will remain valid for about a week, then the data will disperse and it'll be like you were never in the system."

>>9783176
supernatural cancer

>>9783217
>wait, why did I post that, he just hung up on them
>oh god NO THE DRUGS HAVE FINALLY WON

>>9783217
Georgia? Hm. If 88 gets pinched, we might be able to spring him in that week.

>>9783237
Retconned, maybe? Then again, who's to say he even needs to hang up?

>>9783102
To Garfield: "Yeah. By the way, we're just gonna head over to Chicago for a bit. See the sights, make some friends, pick up souveniers... you know, like a roadtrip. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

>>9783367
"As long as we don't end up strapped to a table. Or dead."
You head north; you call 54 for directions occasionally and spend a further 60$ in gas. He directs you to an area well outside urban Chicago, a fairly wooded area containing the fenced-in Arkham Research Offices. It seems like a fairly small one-story building, which would suggest a significant underground.

>>9783396
Like straps could hold you.

>>9783396
We must get proper clothes for this job along the way. Make ourselves look like government-funded professionals... like the other Arkham douchebags.

>>9783441
>an excellent idea
You but some professional-looking work clothes for 42$ at a store just off the highway. Unfortunately you no longer have an Arkham uniform, nor do you have actual physical credentials. You'll have to convince them to look you up in the system

>>9783492
"hard copies should be waiting at my desk when I return to Georgia. My last set caught fire with most of my clothes when that 88 asshole blew up our ride with an armored truck axel..." look around. "oh, forget I said that."

>>9783492
so we continue to the warehouse or is it nighttime. Cause if it is nighttime we sleep in a motel.

>>9783596
that's for when it's pertinent. rehearsing it to ourselves on the drive there.

>>9783607
30$ puts you in a decent hotel for the night. you want to be well rested, and you haven't slept since kansas.
Early the next morning, you drive to the Arkham Facility; you are stopped by four guards at the outer fence.
"Ma'am, can we help you?"
"Yeah, I'm here from Atlanta for requisitions. The order should be in the system."
"If you're an agent, we're going to need to see some credentials."
"Yeah, that would be fantastic wouldn't it? We got a subject down there like a fuckin' rhino that blew up our van with pieces of another car. It's a nightmare."
"Yeah, I hear that. Here, let me look you up real quick."
A few tense moments later, you are waved on into the main complex.

Fluorescent lighting casts a sterile glow on the halls of Arkham Research. The top floor at least seems to be reserved for meaningless clerical work, though several of the 'suits are obviously armed.

Try to head to a lower level.

>>9783706
Ask around for where we can find our shipment... and maybe if there's anything they need shipped out as well... what with the lack of people and all, we need to stretch the budget as far as we can.

>>9783777
>>9783770
You ask a few questions and are directed down a keycoded elevator to the fifth basement. When you arrive, you are escorted swiftly to a fairly large storage area. The entire floor is awash with excitement, people jostling as they run errands or see to some potentially devastating problem or error.
"Ah, there you are, uh...Parigold, was it?" A suited man greets you, extending his hand.

>links related, one of these is totally 13's theme song.
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s69vQXfPwHI
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o97jr-1_FKI

>>9783852
"Close enough for government work, sir. I would however like to get what I came for and get back to Georgia... the less time spent out in the field means the less chance there is of something going wrong."

>>9783895
"Don't call me sir, Parigold. I work for a living." He turns away from you, motioning to a few boxes sealed with tape and detailed labels. "Here, let's get a guy or two to help you with this stuff here." He hastily flags down another agent and explains that you need a company vehicle with these boxes on it, and that means immediately, god DAMN it. he paces away to get that done.
"Sorry about the wait, they're not kidding about the understaffed stuff they're saying. Here, i'll grab a box as well, let's get these over to the garage."
A heavy box is shoved into your arms, and you are directed away from the labs. You look around, trying to take in as many potentially important details as you can in the chaos, but things are moving pretty desperately fast around here.

>>9783976
Just move along and get out of there.

You already spent enough time there as it is.

>>9783864
The second, definitely.
The first one is even too logical for her.

>>9784063
You hurry along, eager to get out before shit goes south.
You're loading equipment into a van when the klaxons go off. The agents in the garage with you pretty much freak the fuck out; guns are drawn and doors are covered very quickly; clearly the klaxons are not a drill.
Gunshots erupt down the hallway through which you entered the garage; something else is raising hell back there in the facility.

>>9784144
GTFO! NOW!

>>9784144
Try to find another way out of the facility. We don't want to draw attention to ourselves if we can help it. If we are forced to combat and people see us, we should explain that we are a new type of agent that has been augmented to deal with the new threat. The reason they don't know about it is because we don't officially exist.

>>9784144
Get to cover, drawing the .38. train it on the hallway.

Yell to Mr Bossy McBossPants..

"Shit! Are we locking down or bugging out?"

>>9784205
According to 54, they do employ the "stranger" types.

>>9784225
>>9784207
>>9784205
>>9784194
You draw your pistol, looking back at the hallway and shouting to your guide.
"What's the play here? Are we locking down or bugging out?"
He chatters into a microphone in his lapel.
"I've got a dozen agents non-responsive. I'm going back in. Take this equipment and get the hell out of here! We'll contact Atlanta if things are under control; otherwise, assume the worst."
He dashes back to the hallway. You can hear a new voice shouting now, along with continued gunfire.

>>9784315
We killed a fucking crocadile monstrosity that took out entire vehicles.
We can take it... as long as it's corporeal.
Go back, see what that shit is.
Hopefully, get an army of Arkham employees at our back, employment as resident badass, and maybe some shiny toy guns.

We learned our lesson last time. time to make like a tree and blow this joint.

>>9784315
Seems to be a direct order. Then again, we don't HAVE to listen. Can we still drive out or are the garage doors closed as well?

>>9784370
The garage has just been opened. It leads up a spiralling ramp to the ground floor.

>>9784401
Take the stuff, get outta here. I'd say lets stay and help him out, but right now lets not stick our neck out if necessary.

Shit. WHY MUST THIS START SO LATE.
I read all the archives today. Look forward to reading more tomorrow.
Smoke a bowl for me, StonerDM.
BLOODBOND FTW

>>9784475
I'm inclined to agree. Besides, these are the guys with all the cool equipment. If they can't handle it, we may have a tougher time. Let's go in the confusion.
Even if we beat whatever it was, it might bring us under closer scrutiny...

lets see.

we got in with fake lolhax credentials.

got our mortal enemy (the little girl being the immorgal enemy...) to LOAD THEIR SHIT INTO A TRUCK FOR US

and now they just ORDERED us to TAKE THEIR SHIT.

They are ORDERING us to TAKE the shit we wanted to take, to take it by OURSELVES, and WE'LL GET AWAY CLEAN TOO.

TAKE THAT SHIT AND FUCKING RUN!

Lol artifacts, lets take em and run. They cab fight thier own battles we got what we came for.

>>9784514
>I'm super glad people keep getting interested :D
>>9784521
>>9784475
You leave Arkham to Arkham's problems, and accelerate onto the ramp. The door to the hallway is kicked bodily off its hinges into the garage as you're turning up the spiral, so maybe it is for the best that you leave.
The gate is open and the guards have been called inside to deal with who knows What. You corner sharply and begin driving away, looking behind you anxiously.

>>9784591
If no one flags us down or no one else leaps out to attack us, do we assume that we drive to relative safety? Do we need to call 54 again to let him know we have the goods?

Stop for a moment to see what's coming out.
Be very ready to floor it if things go bad.

>>9784630
You slow down, watching the building behind you nervously. There is a glint, as of the sun on glass, and a large corner of the buildings roof is cleaved off easily, sliding to the ground and bending into twisted rubble. A figure appearing to be a winged human exist the building at a quick pace, holding a satchel in one hand and a polished steel rapier in the other.

You take this as a sign to gain some distance, and step on the gas. Looking back at the road, you see a red-haired man in the middle of the road, walking your way. As you watch he extends his hands, which catch fire. He's grinning like a maniac.

Don't stop until we find a good alternate transport. We don't want this thing tracking us around all over the place.
Look for something that can carry this stuff and remain inconspicuous. Also:
Put on those sunglasses (if we have them)
Equip the UA gun.
Prep the Teslacoil and a spirit containment unit.
Don't go anywhere near the Hitler letter opener.

>>9784679
pull out one of you toys and fire at the bastard.

>>9784679
List of the stuff they gave us please?

Dammit. I gotta head off to work. But this is awesome. I look forward to the archiving when I get back.

>>9784532
speaking of "lolhax"
>2354897.oN 94:32(deW)01/21/50

>>9784701
You haven't really opened, examined, or equipped anything that was in the boxes. The final invoice was:
-A Beretta that "never runs out of bullets"
-Carcinogenic sunglass that purportedly allow you to see ghosts.
-2 "spiritual containment units"
-1 "Multiadaptable Tesla Device"
-1 Transmuting Lighter
-1 Hitler-Nightmare-Inducing Letter Opener
-1 "absorbant tuning fork"

>>9784693
no we don't need the cancer glasses

>>9784776
top priority should be gun.

second should be fork thing.

third, containment unit.

fourth, getting away with the above three, alive.

Do a 1-fucking-80 and drive the other way!

stomp on the GAS and ram 1000LBS of TRUCK down this chucklefucks THROAT

>>9784854
You jam the wheel hard, turning the van as tightly as its horrible turning radius will allow. You're fishtailing back into a straight line when a gout of fire hits the rear of the van, the metal itself falling off like melting ice cream.
Your axle system seems intact, and on the plus side, now you have a bigger rear window.

The winged figure circles back to the front of the building, swiping at the main door with the rapier. The blade remains perfectly rigid at all times, and the doors fall to pieces. He looks at you as your van speeds back past the facility. Then he turns and goes inside.

More and more people who may need to die. Especially the pyromantic freak who took a shot at us.

Douchebag.

>>9784912
Hmm...
The gauntlet has been thrown.
WE MUST BLOOD-FU FIGHT!

>>9784912
Ignore the flying man with the sword that can cut through anything. I don't think we can take him right now.

>>9784980
He's bounding after you, flinging another stream of fire in your direction. This one goes high, burning off the roof of the van. In the rush of wind, one of the boxes flies out the back of the van.

>>9785044
Get out, Blood Armor and Whips at the ready.
Thing to try: Shooting Blood Bullets

>>9785044

Shit! Hit the brakes! That stuffs important!

just fucking leave!

>>9785044
We need to kill that nigger!

>>9785044
How fucking fast is this guy? We're speeding away in a van!

with our luck that was the box with the gun in it.

He wants to play with fucking fire? Show him what heat really is.

Play vulnerable. Tell blood to start leaking onto the ground, like you're wounded.

Psycho like this guy will probably try to make it hurt up close.

Then the feeding begins.

>>9785119

>>9785078
He's using ranged attacks, and conventional flamethrowers can hurl fire over 200 ft.

You hit the brakes, jostling the contents of the van. Leaping out the door, you feel your blood covering your skin.
"Wait, we're fighting that guy?" Garfield says nervously. "Is this wise?"
You ignore him, extending your whips. Your blood complies, but it definitely seems cautious about this situation.
Your opponent grins even broader, rubbing his hands together. He's wearing a ragged, patchy brown leather coat and fingerless gloves. As you approach, he levels an arm in your direction, assuming a mock-kung-fu pose. Without saying a word, he creates two more small spheres of flame in his palms.

>>9785157
Welp, scratch the "play vulnerable" idea, then. We're gonna fry.

>>9785157
Swing Whip towards him, try to get the end to fly off and hit him in the face.
You're probably going to ask for a roll soon, which of course means we're doomed, what with how this quest rolls.

>>9785157
try shooting him with the .38

rolled 7 = 7

>>9785195
Just to prove you wrong

rolled 55 = 55

>>9785232
What was that?

>>9785232


Love this quest.

>>9785232

>>9785209
>>9785195
You draw your .38, then swing one arm in an arcing motion in front of you. While your blood whips towards him, you use your arm to steady your aim and squeeze off two shots.

>Roll some d100s or something, I don't know. Pray for high numbers.

rolled 88 = 88

>>9785259

rolled 77 = 77

THOSE ROLLS CAME BEFORE POST, THEY DON'T COUNT RIGHT?

Fuck off railroading ass questfags

rolled 64 = 64

>>9785259
rolled before you ask doesn't count, right?
fucking 7, man.

rolled 14 = 14

praying for 2

>>9785280
oh well worked last time

>>9785280
ha like that matters look at the rolls
>>9785263
>>9785265
>>9785273

while we're thinking about it.

lets tear into a random box, and try out whatever we find on this guy.

we need a Guinea pig.

>>9785263

>>9785232
>7
>Trollface.jpg
Your opponent holds out one hand, the sphere of fire bursting out in a conic flash. Your incoming whip is seared to vapor, and you hear your blood scream in panic. A rippling wave of pain travels back up the tentacle, and you cry out as well.
>>9785248
>55
He sends the other fiery manifestation in your direction, and you dodge to one side. Your leg, however, is burned by the heat of the air around the blast.
>>9785263
>88
Your first gunshot catches him in the leg, sending him buckling forward to one knee. "Bitch!" he exclaims through gritted teeth.
>>9785265
77
Your second shot goes cleanly through his upper chest, below the shoulder. He coughs as the wind is knocked from his lungs.
"What's Arkham got with a monster like you...driving their trucks, of all things?" He ponders aloud, flames licking up his arms. He seems unharmed by any of the heat he's conjured so far. You'd expected as much.

"Oh god, it hurts..." Garfield whines.

>>9785399
Don't worry Garfield, we got this son of a bitch.
Now lets whip him, whip him good!

he can't be forgiven what ever good guy quest he's on, EAT him. Maybe we will make peace with the angel if he doesn't start shit with us too

>>9785399
"They don't have me doing anything. I just felt like giving them a hand before I stab them in the back. Oh, you hurt Garfield. I'll let him feast on you when we are done."

>>9785399
"Who said I'm with Arkham?"

Just shoot him in the head and then eat him!

i'm the monster? I'm The Monster?? IM THE MONSTER?!?!?

WHOS THE FUCKING PYRO FREAK TRYING TO ROAST LITTLE GIRLS ALIVE?

HUH? WHO COULD THAT BE? OH YEA, YOU!!

"I was grabbing a few "kind donations" from them before I bugged out.

Til you torched my truck and loot. Dick move, man. Is there any particular reason I shouldn't just let him eat you now?"

less talking moar nomming!

Dont acre about his excuses just OM NOM NOM

THe problem with nomming him is, I don't think it'll work. Garfield eats by charring things to nothing. Hows that gonna work on this guy?

Mind you, he doesn't know that, so lets just talk a little bit, first.

>>9785457
>>9785451
>>9785414
"Who says I'm with Arkham?" You respond, re-extending your left whip with fresh blood. You fling both tentacles forward Enveloping his arms. He flares up, burning off the blood, but you surge out more, flooding over him. You hear Garfield bubbling as his shimmers with eyes and teeth, devouring the pyromancer's arms.

>Roll d100 for some SHENANIGANS

And I'm pretty sure StonerDM was just hinting to us that it won't work.

rolled 43 = 43

>>9785568

:(

rolled 89 = 89

WOO

rolled 4 = 4

>>9785568
GO GO GADGET DICE - O - DOOM!

rolled 72 = 72

>>9785568
K.

>>9785583
Oh, well, thats not...terrible, i guess?

>>9785590
nothing indeed

>>9785587

This is going to end badly and you have no one to blame by yourself.

>>9785583
>43
Precog: FAILURE

You are surging more blood forward when a form dashes across your field of vision. The whips of blood sever and go limp, and the pyromancer burns the rest of the blood on him away, his arms reduced to charred stumps.
The winged man turns, pointing the rapier at your face. He's still holding that satchel in his other hand.
"Whelp. Flee now. You may devour a mortal man, but how will you fare against the Prime Shard?"
He has a proud-looking face, and shoulder length black hair.

It seems like quest threads...

Make some people's blood burn.

>>9785706

"I have no fucking clue what you're talking about. But, okay. Taking my box and leaving. Later."

>>9785717

>>9785717
Pic oh so related.

Try to reason with them. Say that the pyromancer attacked first. We were just trying to get away.

>>9785706
I don't like the looks of this guy's sword, or his speed. Lets take the option and leave with our stuff.

"Hey, he attacked me first, Flyboy!"

>>9785706
"Prime whatnow? Whats with the chivalry act? Where were you 30 seconds ago when this guy was trying to firebomb me?!"

>>9785728
>>9785740
This.

kthnxbai

Also, ask garfield if he's alright. I know we don't run out of blood or anything, but still...

>>9785706
Book it!

>>9785740
>>9785728
"Hey, your goon attacked me first!" You say, backing away. He keeps the sword pointed at you.
"Yes, take your petty physical possessions and begone," he spits. "You cannot stand and face the Cosmic supersentience of the Prime Shard!" he's definitely got a melodramatic streak.
You pick the box up and put in the back of your fucked-up van, then get in and start driving away.
The winged man approaches the pyromancer, who is kneeling, looking at his frayed, charred stumps. He places a hand on the red-haired man's shoulder.

"What a couple of fucking lunatics," Garfield mutters.

>>9785805

"Seriously. What assholes."

>>9785805
"Garfield, you are my blood. Also, you talk to me. Are we really the ones to judge someone else on their sanity?"

>>9785805
And they call US crazy.

"How ya doing? It sounded like he hurt you pretty bad..."

>>9785805
"Well, we got what we came for. Now to think of a way to kill angelboy.

Angel is probably just a normal mutant like us just with an insane ego trip. He doesn't seem like the other entity we encountered.

I actually feel kinda bad. They were probably just like us and out for some revenge. And we just went and burned the guys arms off.

>>9785848
>>9785858
"And they call US crazy..."
"Are you alright? Ive never heard you really scream...ever," you say.

"I think so...I've never had part of me destroyed like that before."

"Well, let's get the hell out of here. We got what we came for," You drive away towards Chicago, intent on finding a more...structurally integral vehicle

>>9785916
Look for something nice this time.

>>9785916
And food for Garfield, he's so hungry, he could eat a horse!
Or two.

>>9785951
>>9785948
The first real parking lot you find is for a car rental service/bus station. Garfield just ate a pair of arms, so he should be okay, though he's also been drained from the battle.

You ditch the half-a-van on the edge of the lot, looking around for nearby vehicles.You've never had this wide a selection before...

>what sort of car are you looking for?

I say let's get something that suits our needs. Like a pickup truck or something.

Pickup truck with solid cover for the bed. Saves the boxes from the rain and various other projectiles, while not looking very suspicious. Better gas mileage, too.

>>9786063
Sports car if we can find it.
Fuck it, lets go for flashy.

>>9786063
An unlocked one.

>>9786139
>>9786097
>>9786079
You manage to find a pickup truck that would suit your needs perfectly. The problem is, it's locked; you could smash it, but the lot has a few other people and you might attract some attention.

shimy the lock with garfield

Also, check the crates and check to see what some of this crazy stuff looks like.

Don't smash the truck. Not worth it. Perhaps a van of some sort?

>>9786162
Just throwing this out here guys.
Convertable.

>>9786194
>>9786200
You extrude your blood against the window, urging it downwards. You feel it enter the mechanisms, wriggling about exploratorally. Finally, you hear a satisfying "chunk" and the door unlocks.
You bring the van closer, taking the time to look inside the boxes as you transfer them to the truck. A couple people have looked your way, but no employees, at least not yet.

Inside the first box...
-A Beretta 9mm
-A brass dagger-style letter-opener, with a swastika as the pommel
-A yellow Bic lighter with chipped paint.

In the second box:
-A lead box. On the box is the picture of a pair of large plastic novelty sunglasses.
-A sealed plastic bag containing a sealed plastic bag, containing a glass cube containing a tuning fork.

In the third box-
Two backpack-style canisters attached to a pair of electrodes.

In the fourth box-
An even larger backpack. It looks like the one wielded by Arkham employees against the cosmic horror you encountered in Kansas.
You load all this shit into the bed of the truck and cover it up.

Hotwiring is too easy for you by now.

<YOUR BOND WITH YOUR BLOOD HAS INCREASED>
<YOU NOW HAVE FINER SANGUINE MOTOR-CONTROL>
<YOU NOW FEEL WHAT YOUR BLOOD FEELS>

>>9786297
>feeling what our blood feels.
Well, this can go horribly wrong.

So I guess the next course of action is to meet up with 54?

>>9786348
Indeed.
>>9786297
You know, I'm starting to wonder/worry about our skill set. Who were we?

>>9786348
>>9786363
You dial 54's number as you head towards the highway. Good. The tank's full.

"Gimme the good news," 54 says as he answers.

Woohoo punch it.
Guess we'd better give 54 a ring about everything and see if he's heard about the specifics on the attack.

>>9786363
A precog with amnesia.
Garfield exists because of Arkham.
Which, I guess, since we like the guy, the only good thing they've done for us.

>>9786416
Good news is we have the stuff.
Less good news is we have a pyro with no arms, and an Angel with a badass sword pissed at us.
What would their numbers be, by the way?

>>9786432
I know that part. We knew how to pick locks, hotwire cars. Those aren't the kind of skills you pick up in AV club. Well, it depends on the AV club.

>>9786416
"Good news is in short supply"
Detail the encounter with the Winged guy and the pyro.

Also, inquire if he has any info on the pryomancer or the winged faggot.

"winged faggot"

Bwahahah, that's perfect!

>>9786460
>>9786467
>>9786443
You detail your infiltration, escape, and assault.
"A pyromancer and a fuckin' angel? Let me see what I can dig up."
"Oh, they got a whole file on this guy. Subject, 27, Cilian Creed. Says they found him creating the "Fire of God" in some pentecostal cult when he was only 14. Some kind of fucked up foster-home religious brainwashing bullshit."
"The angel, not so much. He's subject 151, all they have for him is a photograph and the name "Ramiel""
"The sword itself's got a file too...Subject 23, the 'Razor of Heaven'".

>>9786561
"The sword. Is a fucking subject?"
"Any details on 23 then?"

>>9786561
Prime Shard ringing any bells?

>>9786561

Well, the guy is making a fucking ass of himself and threatened our life, so if I'm gonna have to knock him the fuck out at some point, please tell me what that sword can do.

>>9786561
"The sword's blade is described as "removed from physical phenomena" and "spatially static." They don't what it's made of or why it cuts through anything. Apparently when people wielded in testing they began experiencing schizophrenic symptoms; delusions, hallucinations, things like that. Nothing about a 'Prime Shard'"

>>9786626
"That explains the crazy. He was calling himself 'the prime shard' must be related crazyness. Any cities being hit between you and me?"

>>9786646
>Derp, derp derp derp
This is what happens when I don't read.

>>9786626
We should experiment with garfield. Can he control his actions remotely?

I.E. if we separate a piece of him into, say, a puddle, can he still control that separate piece?

>>9786626
Well, that's interesting, but We're pretty fucking far from New England. If we're going to swing by you, we'll need some gas money, think you can take over an ATM on our way?

>>9786646
"Cleveland has recently declared it's secession from the union. Like, the city of Cleveland. So there's that insanity.
"The military blockade reaches the Ohio border, so everything past there is relatively safe. You'll just need to figure a way to get past the checkpoints, preferably with all the goods we just acquired."

>>9786734
Time to go cross country I think.
Fuck, times like this I wish I knew your country better.
USfags, figure out a good route?

>>9786721
>>9786665
You try to get a piece of one of the whips to detach; it's actually rather difficult. When you do manage, the detached piece wriggles rapidly for several seconds, but quickly turns to normal, drying blood.
"Could you hook me up at an ATM? Cash is dwindling." You say.
"Sure thing, how much do you need?"
"Enough to get me to New England without raising any flags."

--------

About twenty minutes later, you have $1000 extra dollars in 20s and 50s. You're now driving in Indiana, headed east.
"How are we going to get past the military?" Garfield asks?

>>9786789
Lying, or Sneaking.
Brute force would be foolish.

>>9786734
Cleveland ohio...
and you think miami is bad...

>>9786789
"Well, we have a few options off the top of my head.
One: try and fight our way through. Likely die.
Two: try to sneak our way through. Likely die.
Three: Try to go around. End up in Canada. Worse than death."

>>9786842
up yours Canada rocks

There's always good old lake erie
with a smaller boat there are a few rivers and canals coming in off the lake, with some skill and some luck we may be too small to be noticed.

>>9786856
Called a joke buddy. Writing from Canada as we speak.

>>9786842

We're just tryign to get to New England. If we end up in Canada on THAT little trip, then we kinda deserve a fate worse than death.

>>9786871
then I'm sorry that I overreacted sometimes it's hard to tell if some one is joking on the internet.

Is there any cooperation between Arkham and the military on containing / resolving this mess?
If yes, perhaps we could use our temporal Arkham employeeship to bullshit our way through checkpoints.

>>9786953
Arkham is funded by and, in theory, overlooked by the United States Government.

>>9786953
There's an idea.

>>9786968
Bullshit credentials time.

You practice excuses and lines in your head as you drive through Indiana and Ohio. You stop occasionally to refuel; you feed Garfield on 2 dozen Slim Jims and a dead dog on the side of the road.
You can't remember the last time you bathed; at least you switch clothes fairly often.
Eventually you approach stop-and-go traffic, leading up to what appears to be a military blockade. Military personnel are taking licenses and checking passports at the gates.

We don't have any kind of valid ID, do we?

Shit.

>>9787027
"Ah, this is a problem"

Loosen up the chest area of our clothing.
A little cleavage can't hurt our chances of getting through.

>>9787057
So bulshit creds dont work?!?! FUCK

>>9787072
Cross country? Book it on foot?

>>9787070
You pull up a bit, only a few cars away from one of the checkpoint gates.
You are wearing a NICE WORK SHIRT. You unbutton two more buttons from the top.

If they ask about our lack of credentials we could claim to have lost them along our original vehicle in the attack on the facility.
Is it too late to have 54 whip up some fake orders for us to tansport this stuff in either Arkhams or the militarys records?

>>9787104
Call up 54.

>>9787104
"What's up?" 54 asks. He sounds sleepy.
"They're taking physical credentials. I don't HAVE any."
"Shit..." he murmurs. You hear papers rustling and the muffled typing on keys.
"Um...give them your employee date from Arkham. I'm going to try and change the destination of your delivery. Fingers crossed."

You pull forward slowly. A young man in standard camouflage motions for you to lower you window.
"Sorry, Ma'am, we need to see at least two forms of personal ID, preferably license and passport. If you have been displaced as a result of any of the government's recognized Pseudonatural Disasters, please pull into one of the specially marked lanes, where you will be search and your person subjected to a background check."

>>9787175
>where you will be search.
...you know what, i'm not sorry.

Give him the employ dates at Ahrkam. Told him you left in a hurry because the facility was under attack.

>>9787175
"I'm with Arkham, my superior informed me I'd be able to pass through, no problem. "

>>9787197
>>9787206
He looks at you for a moment. Then he radios back to somebody, standing impatiently while he waits for a response. He rustles through several sheets of paper he's holding. Finally, he gets a response.
"Yeah, I have an Agent Parigold here, apparently some kind of higher clearance from Arkham?"
"God damn it!" comes a muffled reply over the walkie talkie. "We have enough problems without their half-baked Indiana Jones bullshit. Yeah...yeah, i got the god damn order right here." 54 works fast.... "Tell whoever that little cocksucker is that he better stay in line, or I'll break my foo-"
"Roger that, sir. Will do." The soldier says, cutting off the radio and looking at. He forces a smile, waving you onwards.

Yay!

Now let's keep heading towards 54

>>9787317
Call 54

"I owe you a beer. Nice one."

>>9787317
It's good to know technopaths.

>>9787365
>>9787357
54 answers, coughing into the receiver. "Haha, yeah! Not bad for one hand, am I?"
Elated, you drive onwards. Even Garfield seems at ease; it's been a while since you caught a real break.
"Head towards Connecticut," 54 says, "I got a nice place up here I bought a long while back. Arkham seized it back when they seized me, but no one's going to bother coming out here. It's useless strategically, and they think I'm dead in Miami."

>>9787407
"Perfect"
Get the location from him and keep driving.

>>9787407
He seems surprisingly non-bitter for being so armless.

>>9787449
Yeah, you'd think the guy would be a little more worried about being disarmed.

>>9787417
He gives you a set of directions to a house in Connecticut. "See you when you get here...it'll be good to see another face that isn't a security feed," he says, and hangs up.
You stop and feed Garfield before entering 54's controlled environment. No sense in risking an accident.
You push through the night, driving despite your bleary eyes. Finally, you pull into the driveway of the two-story home 54 directed you to.

>>9787468
Grab the supplies from the back and pile them up on the porch. Slip the pistol in the back of the pants and knock. Chances are, he already knows you're there.

>>9787480
You pile the supplies on the front porch, breathing heavily. It's been a hell of a week for you. You know on the door.

There's no answer.
"Huh," Garfield wonders aloud. "Did he lose his legs too?"

>>9787495
Go back for the goggles. Pick the door open.

>>9787495
Goddamn it.

Does the house even look lived in?

>They think I'm dead in Miami

GEE I WONDER

>>9787534
>Pick the door open.
How about trying the doorhandle first?

>>9787539
The lawn's a little unmowed, but there's no mail in the box or notices on the door.
>>9787534
You slip your nightvision on, carefully picking the lock. Thankfully no security alarms go off.
The interior is a sparse, utilitarian design. A large flatscreen hangs on the wall in the pristine, single-couched living room. The kitchen is full of shiny metal appliances looking unused. There's no sign of 54.
After several more minutes of searching, you find that the hall closet is actually a stairway leading down to an added basement. There seem to be fluorescent lights turned on at the bottom.

>>9787579
Heresy!
Door handles are the mindkiller.

Yknow what? No. Send blood in under the crack to get a look at whats inside.

>>9787584
...Head down, use Garfield to peek around the corner.

>>9787584
Descend slowly, while calling out for Wade.

Yeah, we have no clue how he may have survived. Something seems very very off here.

>>9787650
Shit, good point.
Burn the mother down?

>>9787659
Not till we know for sure.

That is, not till we find 54 and he turns to us with blood-filled hollows where his eyes are, saying "we won't need eyes where WE'RE going."

>>9787604
You descend the stairs, extending one of your whips. You very gently extend the pseudopod around the corner; you have more control, but still nothing like a fully functional tentacle. You feel Garfield straining to get a look.
"Oh....oh no..." he says, crestfallen.
"What?" you ask, peeking around the corner.
Three flatscreen monitors are displaying a satellite photo of the united states, an Excel spreadsheet/some pdfs, and an open Word document. In front of the computer is a fine-looking leather computer chair, and next to it, an IV tower with a few empty IV bags on it.
54 is in the chair.
One of his arms is missing, as is one leg at the thigh and one at the knee. His abdomen is wrapped in gauze and his other arm is in a sling at the elbow. How on earth was he typing?! He is slumped back in the chair, which has spun slightly away from the monitors. His eyes are half-open, and a wireless headset rests around his ears.

You look at the computer desk. There are several empty syringes, and a few tissues. the tissues are stained a dark rusty red. At last you look at the open word document on the screen.

"I don't blame you.
Give them Hell."

>Going to end it tonight before you lynch me. I'll try to continue tomorrow like I have been, and I'll archive this thread presently.
>Feedback? Y'all know how this works. Time to give praise and lodge complaints.

>>9787677
Yeah, let's lead with the blood.

>>9787704
You sir, are some kind of genius.
I fucking love Bloodquest.

>>9787704
Well, only one thing left to do: break down and cry.

>>9787704
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Kick-ass Cliffhanger Stonerbro.

>>9787704
Oh, some of the posts were hard to lead off from, didn't really give me much to go with.

>>9787704
Awesome cliffhanger. Keep up the win man.
I didn't catch the hints about it but now it's seems so obvious. I wonder what is here he wanted us to see.
Well looking forward to tomorrow

:(

>>9787732
You take a few steps back, and sink to your knees, staring into 54's glassy, lidded eyes.
There's no pressing danger; there's no shadow government beating down your door, no eldritch horror slavering for your frail psyche. You're finally safe, if only for a day. You can finally relax.
There's no danger. There's just a beaten, broken girl, a talking blood, and a dead man.
When the tears start, they don't stop for a long time.

Well fuck.

Excellent cliff hanger. Way to make my night all depressed though.

>>9787747
Duly noted, man. I'll try to work on that.
I feel like Garfield has been talking less. I'll try to rectify that as well.
Sorry if this session was a little...railroad? I try to give you guys freedom of choice as much as possible, but I feel like tonight I didn't have as many options for you to explore.

>>9787766
And before anyone says it, NO, we are NOT, I repeat NOT going to eat 54 to try and steal his power.

>>9787803
Dammit! Can't we at least ask Gar if it would work?

>>9787766

So, goals updated:

-Revenge on Arkham
-Revenge on 13
-Revenge on Rampant Psychopathic Supers
-Revenge
-Revenge
-Revenge
-Revenge
-Revenge

>>9787832
No.

>>9787851
You forgot the last goal
-Hat

>>9787832
Hell no. The least he deserves is a proper burial.

We'll be toughing it up after this. No more shit-taking.

Garfield better be on board.

>a death capable of making /tg/ not consider cannibalism for power

I am very proud of myself.

archived: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/9781242/

Also glad I was able to slip subtle clues about 54's failing health in without people calling me out for my foreshadowing.

>>9787871
That is the first goal.

Great as always, Stonerbro.