> Get up and get going

>>27551011
>> We can sleep a little more
You can always sleep a little more.
You SHOULD always sleep a little more.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ETO3YfDKEI4

>>27551101
>>27551028

(For non-conflict options we'll take the first choice if there are fewer than five votes, and after that we'll take the majority. For conflict scenarios we will always take the majority.)

You grumble a bit, though not about anything in particular, as you rouse yourself to your feet and stretch, your knuckles scraping the low roof of your apartment. The apartment was cheap and since you recently graduated college after screwing around for a few years after high school and while you are paid well at this job you didn't have much capital.

You quickly go through your morning routine, after dozing off slightly under the shower, you hop into the car and begin your drive to work.

Though you ran a red to get here, partially due to your languorous nature and how you fucking hate mornings, you stroll through the doors in your department, seeing the clock on the wall showing a very respectable 8:20. "Nice to see you on time, Ericksen." A raspy voice croaks from the office next to the door. You suppress a cringe as you turn to face the source of the voice.

"Good morning, Ms. Reed." You say, trying to put on your nicest smile. Not wanting to say much more, you walk away to your cubicle (C-5), and sit down, log into your computer which punches you in automatically and begin checking your email.

> Go through the routine, like usual.
> Try to stir up some excitement.

>>27551133
> Go through the routine, like usual.
Might as well do our job. We need the money.

>>27551133
> Go through the routine, like usual.
Boring office worker is a go.

>>27551185
>>27551153

You suffer through a day at this terrible job, checking patent information, updating databases, and all the other useless minutia of your job. Old Wrinkle keeps to herself for the day and you manage to pack up and leave at 6:04 PM, just a little past your expected time, to show that you are a hard-working man. As you pass her office you poke your head in and smile, "Have a good night, Ms. Reed." You wave and pop away, hearing her screech the same back to you.

You stop at your favorite place to drink for the night and as you walk in toss your keys to the bartender, who smiles and pockets them. "Blake! How's the adult life?" The older gent asks you with a rosy-cheeked smile.

"What can I say, Sam? Working to pay the bills so I can stay alive to work." You grumble as you sit down. Sam laughs as he passes you a tall cold glass of beer. "Welcome to the real world, my friend." You give a small grin as you raise the glass to him and drink. Sam was a friend of your Dad's, before he passed, and has been like family to you since you knew him.

Your time flies on the wings of the drinks and after about fifteen beers you are pretty well buzzed. You turn around on the barstool and look around the bar. Sam's Place is a hotspot for people like you, the middle-class workers that make up the town. However, tonight something is a bit off.

A man is hotly arguing with another man, the both of them in a booth. Their voices are getting quite loud.

>cont

>>27551224

Sam looks up when one of them starts swearing loudly, a heavily accented voice. You can't quite pin it down but it sounds strange to your ears, maybe it's Italian? Turkish? Something in that area. The man is jabbing his finger at the face of the other man, who is trying to calmly talk, though doing so in a very loud voice. You catch the general gist of their conversation.

~"We need to stop FUCKING AROUND. This is a serious problem, you idiot. What are we going to tell our families?"

="We're not fucking around, Jack, we're just being smart about this. No point in getting all hot-headed about this."

~"I'll show you hot-headed!"

From that point on things get sort of strange. You see the accented man push his partner and Sam move out from behind the bar, raising his hands to calm them. He's about to say something. You get up, maybe to help Sam if he needs it. But as soon as your feet touch the ground you see red and feel an amazing heat against your whole front, like someone turned a spotlight on you, and then darkness. You dream of the beach.

Your dreams are split by the sound of sirens, flashing lights wash over your eyes, and pain shoots up and down your body. You sit up, a white-hot flash of pain in your stomach as you move your hands to cover it. Your hands are charred and cracked, burned badly. "Hey, we've got one moving!" A voice calls and a fireman runs over. "Sir, are you ok?" You nod hazily and look around. Wreckage.

>Sam! Where's Sam?
>What Happened?

>>27551295
> What Happened?

>>27551295
"I'll be going home then, i think those last five glasseswere a bit too much."

>>27551295
>>Sam! Where's Sam?

>>27551330

"Don't move around, sir, there's been an explosion." The man explains as others shuffle over, paramedics with a stretcher. They move to pick you up and put you on it and you get a better look of the area. Chairs and tables are splintered, the walls are almost all gone and rubble from the ceiling is all around you. No signs of others living is around you, but you can see bits of people laying around. This should probably be nauseating, but honestly you're drunk and maybe in shock. It all sort of slides off you.

They take you to the hospital and do what they can for your hands, but when you ask if they'll be fully healed the doctors say they're doing everything they can for you. Eventually sleep overtakes you and your dreams this time are more involved. You go from the beach into the jungle nearby and feel something watching you. You feel it getting close, and start running. Just as it's about to get you, you jolt awake.

The next morning you call into work and tell Old Wrinkle that you've been in an explosion and she tells you to get well soon. She also tells you that you have only three sick days. Fortunately tomorrow's Saturday, so at least you have the weekend.

Various medical peoples show up and check on you, putting salves and shots in you to numb the pain. It turns out that you had a large laceration on your stomach, but they sewed it up. That evening they discharge you, giving you medicine and a pat on the back.

>cont

>>27551407

You return home, hands bandaged but at least you can manipulate the pill bottle for your pain meds. You try typing at the computer but find that your WPM has dropped from nearly 110 to probably about 35. This is a real threat to your career. Still, nothing you can do about it for now, so you check the news. The bodies from the explosion, that could be identified, were listed. Sam wasn't among them. Relief washes over you and you lean back in your chair.

> Bed rest is best rest. Let's just sleep it off.

> Try to get some use back in our hands through exercise.

> Fiddle around and just waste time.

>>27551457
> Try to get some use back in our hands through exercise.
Can't risk that bitch firing us.

>>27551457
> Try to get some use back in our hands through exercise.
Boring office worker needs his hands in good shape.

>>27551457
>> Try to get some use back in our hands through exercise.

>>27551545
>>27551478

You try to start small, writing with a pen. Your signature has gone from simplistic and business-like, or so you felt, to illegible scribbles. You spend hours trying to write and after filling the tenth page with just chicken-scratch you ball up the paper and throw it against the wall. A rage boils up inside you from frustration and you shake your damaged hands for a good few minutes before sitting down and trying to type. It's entirely futile, your hands are too messed up to even get 60 WPM. We're fucked. Hopelessness washes over you as you walk to the bathroom and wash your hands, changing your bandages. You hold up your hands in front of the mirror and see how damaged they are. Your temper flares again and for a brief instant your eyes play a trick on you and the mirror turns jet black, but you blink and it returns to normal. This subdues your anger and you decide on a shower and a shave, after all the stubble on your face is pretty ugly.

You clumsily navigate the razor, but inevitably, nick your cheek and instinctively touch it with your fingers, pulling your hand away to see the blood. The blood, however, dwindles and vanishes, your fingers appearing to drink it. You shake your head and do so again, touching it with both hands before the wound bleeds no more and, as you lean in, it appears to have closed entirely. Slightly jarred, you finish shaving and return to type.

You type 80 WPM.

> Continue practicing
> Wait, back up, the blood thing?

>>27551605
Examine hands. Let them lick things.

>>27551605
> Wait, back up, the blood thing?

>>27551605
> Continue practicing
Boring office worker is too concerned about his job to notice anything else.

Just curious, does this quest have anything to do with Mage: the Awakening?

>>27551630
>>27551626

You lick your hands. They taste like burn salve and gauze, very nasty. However, the strange thing with the blood compels you to investigate more. You walk into the kitchen and get a knife, looking at your body for a good place to experiment. A small patch of your forearm that you swear was blistered and burned like the rest but looks healthy and fine now. It should be ok to cut it. Still, the idea of slicing your own skin is repulsive and seems dangerous.

(Conflict Roll-Average, Mental)
> Do it you wuss.
> Slow it down, chief

(To succeed on this roll we need to get 7. I take the first two rolls of a d10. We add our Mental Realm to this, which is 1.)

Rolled 9 + 1

>>27551691
> Slow it down, chief
Man, we're not about to cut ourselves for nothing. It's probably the painkillers.

>>27551691
Do it.

>>27551684
(It does not)

>>27551691
> Slow it down, chief
Dont go cutting yourself. Return to practicing your typing speed.

>>27551691

Rolled 4 + 1

>>27551691
When do you want us to roll?

Rolled 1 + 1

>>27551721
Huh, didn't roll

Rolled 4 + 1

>>27551691
Stop trying to roleplay a boring office worker. Slicing things is fun.
Cut hand

>>27551721
>>27551736
>Huh, didn't roll
>Dice
>'D'

>>27551738
Stop trying to roleplay the edgy selfcutting teen. Normal people dont cut themselves.
Go slice an onion if you wanna cut something and be dramatic.

>>27551758
Seconding. We're a normal dude with a boring job, after all.

>>27551738
>>27551736
>>27551712
>>27551704

You put down the knife and shake your head, laughing. We're going nuts. It's probably just stress and trauma that's scaring us. We sit back down and spend the rest of the night typing ardently. We manage to squeak it up to 85 by the end of the night. Satisfied, we lay down and quickly go back to sleep.

The same dream. Resting on the beach at night before we're drawn to the jungle. The creature behind us, we run. This time we see it, however. It's a massive jaguar. No way that jaguars get that big, that thing is the size of a small bus. You run faster and faster, pushing through vines and jumping over the under brush. It doesn't seem particularly interested in killing you, just following you. You roll into a clearing and see a massive black-stone spire reaching up in front of the moon. On top of the spire is a chair. The jaguar roars and you turn to see it jumping at you.

You gasp as you wake up, heart racing from the dream. It's Sunday, and you get your breakfast ready, shower, change, and sit down at your chair. Checking your email you see a few "Get Well" emails from co-workers. You also see one titled "Are You Well?" from Sam. It's not very informative, but upon reading it it raises some questions.

>cont

>>27551726
Do as the above posters did. State your choice and then roll.

>>27551691
Do it. Exsanguinate.

>>27551789
>We
Why did it suddenly become 'we' for a bit there?

>>27551789

"Blake,

Don't worry about me. I didn't get hurt by the explosion. I guess I just have good luck in all things. I hope that you're ok, and if you are reading this, come tonight and see me at the park. I just want to make sure that you're alright.

-Sam"

This seems pretty formal for old Sam, but still there's no reason to not trust your friend.

> Practice typing all day, see Sam at night.
> Practice all day and ignore Sam.
> Relax, maybe take a nap, see Sam.
> Relax, maybe nap, ignore Sam.

Rolled 20

>>27551829
> Practice typing all day, see Sam at night.

>>27551829
> Practice typing all day, see Sam at night.

>>27551829
> Practice typing all day, see Sam at night.

>>27551845
>>27551839

You spend the day at the keyboard and manage to get our numbers up to 90 WPM. Content at the healing in your hands, in fact upon closer inspection, they seem less cracked and they're less numb, you stand up at 6 PM and get dressed, heading to the park.

William Clark Park, a small little gated place with a play area for children, is completely dead on a Sunday. There's a gazebo in the middle of the park and sure enough there sits Sam. You wave at him and he pats your head, "Hey there, buddy, how are you feeling?" You give him a small smile, "Not too badly," you respond, "My hands were really hurt, but they're healing pretty quickly." Sam takes a closer look at them and turns them over, nodding, "Very quickly. I'm surprised you were so unharmed." The older man sits down on the bench and you sit next to him. You have a lot of questions to ask. Where do we start?

> "How did you not get hurt?"
> "What happened at the bar?"
> "Who were those guys?"
> General questions, avoiding the topic

>>27551916
> "How did you not get hurt?"

>>27551916
> "How did you not get hurt?"
Followed by:
> "What happened at the bar?"

>>27551929

You face your old friend and ask the question you've most wanted to ask, "Sam, how did you not get hurt? That explosion was huge, it tore the bar apart!" You say and Sam smiles, "Just an old man's luck." he says evasively, but you don't let up.

"What happened, exactly? What exploded?" He smiled, "Oh, you know, the water heater and..." he starts and you give him your strongest disapproving face as he quiets down. "Look, Blake, the best thing would be to just accept what happened as over and done and not ask anymore. Be glad you're alive and let's leave it at that, eh?" The man proposes. This doesn't sit right with you. As you think of how next to respond you look up at the night sky and seeing the moon makes you flash back to the dream. Our heart soars at the feeling and we breathe deeply before facing Sam. It's now or never, you tell yourself.

> Push Sam for the answer.
> Accept Sam's wisdom and let it go.

>>27551970
(Kicked my name for some reason)

>>27551970
> Push Sam for the answer.
He's our friend, if he's in any trouble, we'll try to help.

>>27551970
Push Sam.

>>27551970
>Shove Sam

>>27552002

"Come on, Sam, tell me." You insist with a kind tone of voice as the man shrugs helplessly and looks at you. "You won't believe me," he warns before shrugging, "but here we go."

Sam faces you, straight-faced, and begins speaking. "The two men in the bar, as well as I, possess something strange inside of us that gives us super-human powers. The explosion was caused by one of the men using these powers and he ruined my bar, the asshole." He pauses and looks at you, "I think you may have these abilities too, but I can't prove it. I just have a hunch. It's why you were the only one to survive other than myself and the other two men." He explains further and shrugs. "So...that's that."

You can't really believe him. This must be one of his jokes. You laugh, a short bark, "Ok Sam, seriously, tell me what happened." He shrugs again, "That is what happened. You can believe me if you want, but I gave you your wish."

> Ask another question.
> Ask for proof.
> Leave, because he's crazy.
> Leave, because you've heard enough.

>>27552099
>Ask for proof.
Already pushed so might as well.

>>27552099
>Ask another question
> "Who were those guys?"

>>27552099
> Ask for proof.

>>27552099
> Leave, because he's crazy.
Boring office worker dont have time for this crazy.

>>27552126
>>27552117

"Well, alright Sam, maybe you are telling the truth. But I can't just take something this crazy at face value." You say as you face the older man. "Give me some proof." He faces you and nods. "Alright, I can do something. But there's no going back from this point, really." The man grabs your hands and closes his eyes, breathing in and when he lets out his large slow breath you see the flesh of your hands and arms glow slightly, return to normal color, and smoothen. When he lets go you look, astonished, at your hands and arms. They are as healthy as they were before the explosion. Better, even, as a hang-nail you had was removed and a small cut on your hand is now gone.

"How...how did you do that?!" You ask, flabbergasted, as he laughs, "Well, I told you. Super-human powers, you know?" The man says and you stand up, unable to speak. You manage to calm down and sit again. "Who were those guys?"

Sam looks up and shrugs, "I don't know for certain. But this is a much bigger topic than we can cover in just a night. Come with me, we're going out of town for a bit. I don't think we should be around too many people to do what we're doing. No need to pack, just come with me."

> Leave with Sam, (Miss ??? Days of work)
> "I can't, I have to go to work."
> Try to arrange something that keeps work and Sam in the picture.

>>27552244
(Fucking 4chanx)

>>27552244
Leave with Sam

Fuck work, there nothing there but a slow death.

>>27552244
> Try to arrange something that keeps work and Sam in the picture.
How many sick days do we have left?

>>27552283
>>27552273

(We have 5 sick days left. It can cover a week of work)

>>27552244
> "I can't, I have to go to work."
Boring office worker cant just leave, we have togo to work. Arrange it for next holiday.

>>27552244
>>27552337
> Try to arrange something that keeps work and Sam in the picture.

>>27552244
Leave with Sam. MC needs some adventure in his life.

>>27552244
Leave with Sam. That job isn't very engaging anyways.

>>27552436
>>27552424
>>27552409
>>27552331

"Yeah, let's go." You say to him and he nods, leaving the gazebo quickly and going to the parking lot with you. You climb into his truck and he sets off driving. "Ok, so here's what I know, or at least think so far."

"Inside of me I hear this voice, sometimes, that guides my actions. When I listen to it I feel better, younger even, but when I ignore it for too long I feel my age and I can't do nearly as much as I can when I listen. I can talk to it sometimes, when I listen enough. The voice calls itself Apollo." He says. "I think Apollo was some sort of Greek god. I don't know where it comes from, the voice inside me, but I know that is where my powers come from." Sam explains as he drives.

"From what I've seen, and what I gather, there are other people with these things inside of them and they probably aren't all called Apollo. From what I've seen I can do some of the things Apollo was fabled at being able to do. For example, I went hunting and could do amazing shots with my bow." He pauses and when he stops at a light he faces you, "I think you have something like I do inside of you. Have you noticed any strange phenomena?"

> Tell him about the blood.
> Tell him about the dreams.
> Tell him everything.
> Tell him nothing.

>>27552509
> Tell him everything.
Might as well.

>>27552509
Tell everything

>>27552509
> Tell him about the blood.
"I drink blood with my fingers now."

>>27552587
>>27552569
>>27552547

You tell him all about your dreams, and the blood. He listens intently and after you recount everything he continues, "I have no idea what could possibly be inside of you, to be honest." The man said and sighed, "Sorry kiddo, but I'm not really that well learned on this sorta old-world stuff. And what little I do know doesn't really make me think of anything in particular. When we get to my cabin you can use the computer there." Sam says off-handedly.

In a few hours you arrive in front of a small cabin in the middle of the woods. "Alright, come on in." He says and gets his bag out of the bed of the truck before leading you into the cabin. "You can sleep in the guest room. Is there anything you want to do before we go to bed? Or do you want a fresh start in the morning?"

> Something to do tonight (Write in)
> Let's start fresh in the morning.

>>27552745
>> Let's start fresh in the morning.

I have to say our dreams sound vaguely aztec, what with being hunted by giant jaguars. They also had quite a few rather bloody gods. And i remember from a Scion game i once ran that Tezcatlipoca, aztec god of war, cold, the night sky and the color black was also called the smoking mirror or the obsidian mirror. I'd bet we get our powers from him, it all fits.

>>27552745
>Something to do tonight (Write in)
Search for the deity or god that we could relate with what we know of our abilities so far.
Boring office worker should be good at researching boring things for long hours.

>>27552856
>>27552825

"I think I'm going to rest." Sam nods and bids you good night. Sleep overtakes you quickly.

The dream takes you again. This time it's even more intense and even more alive. You run from the giant jaguar again, tumbling into the clearing. From here, however, it goes differently. You manage to stand to your feet and look up at the massive shining black pillar with the seat on the top. The jaguar appears and you feel your heart tighten, getting ready to run, but it doesn't leap at you. It walks up to you and bends its back down, almost as if it were asking you to ride it. You see its massive teeth, its huge paws and its hungry blue eyes. There's still a good ten yards between you and the jaguar.

> RUN RUN RUN.
> Walk up to it and pet it.
> Climb onto its back.

>>27552918
> Walk up to it and pet it.

>>27552918
> Walk up to it and pet it.

Its just a oversized kitty. Bloody experience has told me that cats don't like things trying to sit on them, but they like being petted. Sometimes.

>>27552918
> RUN RUN RUN.
Boring office worker doesn't pat huge motherfucking jaguars. Even in his dreams, he runs.

>>27552918
>Climb onto its back
JAGUAR RIDER TIME.

>>27552983
>>27552988
>>27552960
>>27552940

You consider running, but instead walk forward and slowly. When we get close we reach out and put our hand on the jaguar's head. The jaguar lets out deep rumbling purr, like a giant cat, before condensing into a glowing silver orb, like the moon, and then becoming absorbed into our hand.

Your eyes pop open. You feel refreshed and alive. Even though you've only been asleep for two hours you feel like you've had the best sleep of your life. Stretching out, we feel our muscles tighten and then, when we relax, our body feels more alive than it ever has before.

The moon shines in on us from the window and it feels like the sun usually does, warm and refreshing, invigorating.

> Let's go outside and see what happens.
> Relax and go back to sleep.

>>27552918
Pet the kitty.

>>27553062
Go outside.

>>27553062
> Relax and go back to sleep.
This is too much excitement for a night's sleep for boring office worker.

>>27553062
Out.

We Aztec now

[SPOILER]BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!

>>27553062
> Let's go outside and see what happens.

>>27553062
Constant change between "you" and "me". This shit is freaking me out more than any horror based quest ever did.

>>27553141
>Constant change between "you" and "me"
*"you" and "we"

>>27553108

Eh, i think the real blood god was Huitzilopochtli, what with him killing of 300 other gods, and he was running overtime as sun god. Given that we have an affinity for the night...

But well, the other aztec gods were pretty fucking bloody, too.

>>27553062
Into the night!

>>27553165
Maybe we're Pre-Mesoamerican.

I don't really remember what else that leaves.

>>27553165
>>27553141
>>27553118
>>27553103
>>27553092
>>27553083
>>27553108

You get up and move to the door, leaving quickly and without a sound. The moon's rays pour down on you and you feel amazing. An urge to run overtakes us and we lunge off into the woods. After running for five minutes we realize that we are barefooted, but the twigs that would normally hurt us and the stones that would stub our toes never seem to find us, our footfalls are perfect.

After jumping over a fallen log we grab onto a tree limb above us and pull ourselves up effortlessly. We scale the tree quickly and soon are hanging onto the top of it. The night air is sweet and as we breathe it in, the unblocked moon washing over us, a voice deep and rich, fills our mind.

"Blake Ericksen...you have done well." This voice is not disturbing though, it's as if our inner thoughts had simply been given a voice, a voice we are comfortable with. Our heart is pounding, our blood is racing, but we feel amazing. "Continue as you have been. We will be in touch more." And then, like a good idea vanishing, the voice is no longer in our minds.

> Return home, enough screwing around.
> Continue our run, but keep focus.
> Continue our run, but let's lose control.

>>27553270
>Continue, lose control.
Make it a bit more of a dream-ish sequence.

>>27553270
> Return home, enough screwing around.
Boring office worker doesnt go running around in the middle of the night talking to the voices in his head.

>>27553270
>> Return home, enough screwing around.

This was enough spooky stuff for a night.

>>27553270
Continue but keep focus.

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>>27553270
>You
>We
Seriously. what the hell is up in here. and why doesn't anyone but me care about this?

>>27553372
>>27553331
>>27553341
>>27553342
>>27553296

We climb down the tree, slowing our heart down a bit and jog back to the cabin, finding our way in the dark effortlessly. You step across the threshold of your bedroom and collapse, face first, on the pillows and sleep quickly takes you back over. You dream no more this night, but only have a feeling of intensive comfort as you sleep.

The smell of food wakes you the next morning and you walk into the living area. Sam is cooking breakfast and waves, "Morning, bud." The man turns to face you and crosses his arms, "So, you had an exciting night, eh? Wanna tell me about it? I understand if you don't, what happens with the voices inside us and our power is intensely personal. If you don't want to talk about it, I understand." The man says as he pushes a plate of food forward, "Here, I made you some breakfast." You thank him and sit down, starting to eat.

> Tell him about last night.
> He's right, it's between us and the voice.

>>27553372
I noticed there is just nothing much to say. The other man mentioned having a voice as well. Just a friendly presence. Let's see how it goes.

>>27553434
> He's right, it's between us and the voice.
Boring office worker doesn't talk about crazy nights he had.

>>27553434
This is a private thing. Let's not discuss it.

>>27553519
>>27553522

You say nothing about your night and finish your meal. After he eats he puts the dishes in the sink and stretches. "Ok, now let's get to work." He leads you outside of the house into a fenced in back area with a target set up that has been riddled with arrows all in the center of it. His grouping is excellent, it seems.

"I can't say I know about the reason we have these gifts, but they exist and we should use them well, if we plan to use them. I can't say I get the best use out of them, but I am too old for this. You, Blake, have your youth at least." He looks around the woods, "Here we have the privacy to practice and bring out the potential within us freely. I think, for you, it is most important to first find out what the voice inside of you is, or rather, who it belongs to. Because I don't want to intrude on your personal business, please use the computer whenever you want. For now, however, I can tell you a few things. For starters, I can see how strong whatever it is that is inside of you is. Somehow you have made it stronger through your actions, but it still has far to go before it is fully mature. I wish I could teach more. Is there anything specific you want to know?"

>Write in question.
>No, I'm fine. [Go to look up information- What do we look up?]

>>27553647
>No, I'm fine. [Go to look up information- What do we look up?]
>>27552881

>>27553647
>>27552881
>>27553678
Supporting this as well.

>>27553721
>>27553678

You say that you're alright for now and head inside. He says that he will go get supplies from town. You log into the computer, the internet a bit slow, but you feel strangely comfortable as you crack your fingers and set off to work.

In a few minutes you narrow it down to a very good suspect. "Tezcatlipoca" You whisper under your breath. An Aztec god of the night, the moon, sorcery, and war. Upon saying the words, however, we feel the voice stirring in our minds, "Blake Ericksen, you are quite resourceful. Yes, I am Tezcatlipoca." The voice rumbles in our mind. "However, I am not able to speak much with you. The connection between us is not strong enough for me to maintain a constant presence. If you wish for more of my influence you will need to continue as you have been." Then, as before, the voice leaves our mind.

With Sam gone for now we have the place to ourselves. Just as we contemplate taking more time to study a scent reaches our nose. There is someone here. Someone who doesn't smell like Sam. They are not yet at the door, but we can smell them coming closer.

>Hide
>Call Sam's Phone
>Flip our shit
>Ask Tezcatlipoca for help/advice
>Set an ambush
>Run

>No, I'm fine. [Go to look up information- What do we look up?]

>>27553824
>War for the war god! Skulls for their skull throne!
>Set an ambush

>>27553824
>Run
Boring office worker always runs away from problems şf he can manage.

>Hide

>>27553824
Set an ambush. Make sure the lights are off.

>>27553824
>Flip our shit
>Set an ambush
We're defintely not just a boring worker any more. And just out of college? it's the right time to go on an adventure.

>>27553984
>>27553954
>>27553862
>>27553867
>>27553900

We look around quickly, trying to find something dangerous. We turn the lights off, close the blinds, and grab a knife from the kitchen. Nothing too long, but it feels good in the hand and may be a carving knife, though that thought appearing may mean that we're in a panic.

Despite this, we keep our cool and hide in the darkest corner of the room, with a clear line of movement between us and the path leading in from the door. As we crouch in the shadows we hear the voice in our mind again, "Good....good...reach out for the shadows. Pull them around you as a cloak." The voice says in a helpful tone. You reach your free hand out and curl your fingers, surprisingly, the darkness is tangible and you pull it around you like a blanket.

The door opens and a woman walks into the room. She is tall and blazingly beautiful, with rippling black hair and a noble bearing. She is wearing jeans and a white blouse. In her hands she carries a telescoped baton, spray-painted white it seems. Her eyes look around and pass right over you, not noticing you at all.

>Go for the kill
>Go for the takedown, but keep her alive
>Remain hidden

>>27554037
Takedown.

>>27554037
Our god demands slaughter! Kill her!

>>27554037
Kill succubus.

>>27554100
>>27554068
>>27554089

(This is a Conflict Roll- Above Average, Physical)
(The higher roll will have their answer chosen. The first two rolls for a single answer will be added together. The target number is 14. We add 2 because this is a physical realm.)

>Go for the takedown, but keep her alive

Rolled 4

>>27554113
Takedown. She might be friendly.

Rolled 7

>>27554037
Takedown.
We don't want to ruin our lives in case it's just a normal woman, adventure and all.

Rolled 3 + 2

Rolling for kill. 1d10 right?

Rolled 10 + 2

>>27554113

>>27554151
(Kill or Takedown, anon?)

Rolled 3 + 2

>>27554113
Takedown.

>>27554151
Sorry, I forgot to add "Kill," to that.

Rolled 2

Lethal option.

And we just killed Sam's daughter.

>>27554182
That would be something we'd know as a character. Sam and the old man were supposed to be close. If he had a kid it would've been mentioned at least once in the 20+ years the Protagonist has been alive.

>>27554182
Just need to hide body and say no one came by.
Doubt it was his daughter though. I think he sold us out.

>>27554235
Still, no reason to immediately go for murder. For a boring office worker, we're quite kill happy.

>>27554151
>>27554149

We leap from the shadows and plunge your knife into her side, right under the armpit. Blood surges out and stains the blouse. She yells out and tries to move, to strike us, but we're bigger and heavier.

Our eyes shake in their sockets as he pull our hand back, the blood being absorbed like it was in the bathroom, but this time where it touched our flesh the skin turns black. This color runs up our right arm and the muscles bulge in our arms. We rise, letting her roll over and cough up blood. "You....monster..." She gasps and hacks more blood all over the floor. "He'll...kill you...." She wheezes once and lets out a final word, "Godhead," before she fades from this life.

We feel the sensation of a hammer striking us in the head as he drop to our knees, the blood surging out of her clothes, out from the wound, into our mouth as we throw our head back and scream, a scream which becomes a loud jaguar's roar. Our head surges with pain, pins and needles as our muscles and bones bulge and warp. Her exsanguinated body on the ground is beneath our notice as we touch our face, feeling fur and massive fangs.

The pain vanishes. "That kill felt amazing, Blake Erickson." The voice intones as we rise and look in the mirror, seeing a jaguar's face where our head would normally be. Our shoulders bulge with muscle, as do our arms and chest, our flesh black in contrast to the tawny fur of the jaguar. Our eyes are a bright turquoise.

>cont

>>27554261
You mean a boring office worker possessed by (possessing?) the spirit of an Aztec war god?

Because information like that can change the flight or fight mechanic from "run like a bitch," to "kill the problem."

>>27554304

The world becomes a cornucopia of scents, we can smell her body and the perfume she wore, and we can smell a bird above the house, an owl. Unusual for such a thing to be moving during the day. There are deer nearby, and we can smell another scent, another human. This one is a man, and we can smell him in a metallic box that stinks of gasoline, probably a car, you reason. However, you have to ponder for a few seconds to remember the word "car". We shake our head, dispelling the thought.

"She has brought another sacrifice for us. Kill the man. A warrior's blood is good for us." Tezcalipocta intones in our mind. That would be easy, we think, our strength and speed, along with the shroud of shadows we wear over us to all who would gaze upon the hunter in his home.

>Kill the man.
>Stalk the man before the kill.
>RESIST THE MURDER URGE

(Conflict Roll- Average, Physical (Requires 7) We now enjoy +3 to a roll to kill him thanks to our heightened strength. Same rules as last time regarding conflicting rolls.)

Rolled 6 + 3

>>27554373
>Stalk the man before the kill

Rolled 3

>>27554373
Stalk the man before the kill.
This reminds me of Binder Quest.

Rolled 1

>RESIST THE MURDER URGE
I think more murder will only pile up our issues...

Rolled 3 + 3

>>27554373
Kill everything.

>>27554373
>RESIST THE MURDER URGE
Don't go full murderhobo mode yet, /tg/. We don't understand what's going on yet.

>>27554467
>>27554446
>>27554430
>>27554457

We leap out of the window after opening it and jump into the forest, moving through the trees without a sound and unseen to those would try to observe us. The man in the metallic box is massive. Truly worthy prey, should we get the drop on him. But reaching him in that box would be difficult. Our great strength must still obey metal's strength. His facial hair is orange and bright, his shoulders are massive, taking up both seats, and the hands he holds on the wheel are like stones, titanic and powerful looking. Even the hunter must use intelligence should we wish to kill this prey.

>Observe Closer
>Lure him out
>Attack anyway; metal box be damned

Rolled 6 + 3

>>27554373
> Kill the man

Rolled 7

>>27554373
>Stalk the man before the kill.
Stalking is cat like.
Our boring office worker must throw off his inhibitions.

>>27554518
>Observe closer

>>27554518
Lure him out. Let the mouse come close to the trap.

>>27554518
> Observe Closer
We're a goddamn predator.

Rolled 6

>>27554518
Observe. We just need to wait untilheexits while thinking up a plan.

Rolled 10

> Observe Closer

>>27554586
>>27554577
>>27554553
>>27554540
>>27554536

He wears clothing unlike what is worn in this age, he carries large worked leather on his shoulders, leather that supports sheets of metal ringlets over his chest. His hands are covered in metal rings as well, and in the passenger's seat lays a large object. We cannot identify it well, but its large metal head and short handle, while silly and poorly made, gives a feeling of danger to us.

There is a broken log on the ground not too far, we jumped over it last night, we could bring it back and smash through his box with it. Such a blow may give us the chance we need to attack from above. None could survive the bite of the jaguar from above.

>The metal box must die! Use the log!
>Attack from above anyway, our fangs will win the day.
>Challenge him with our mighty roar.
>Lure him into the house.

>>27554605
>Lure him into the house.
The less advantages he has, better for us.

>>27554605
>Lure him in. We can use the dead girl as bait/trauma.

>Lure him into the house.

He sounds like a Gangsta, with his bling and guns. Let's take him into our element first.

>>27554631
>>27554628
>>27554623

We slip back into the house and gather up the young woman's body. As we lift her, however, we feel an exhaustion deep inside of us, we can't keep this up for too much longer. We will need to kill quickly. We throw her body against the wall and let out a mangled human yell from our jaws, we kick tables and break things. We make a lot of noise.

After this we hide her body in the corner and hang from the roof, our powerful fingers digging into the wooden beams. We see him step from the car and lift his object from the passenger's seat. It's a hammer, you finally say through the haze. We pay no heed. His red-bearded head will adorn our den and his blood will feed our strength.

He walks close to the house and holds up his hammer to the skies. We smell a scent that triggers a warning in our minds, the scent of sparks, of ozone.

>Keep waiting, he'll come in. Patience is the key.
>We have to leave, right now. Run to the woods.
>Dive at him through the window. Now's the chance!

>>27554681
(This is a Conflict Roll- Difficult, Physical)
(Same rules. Our target number is 21. Top 2 rolls. All rolls get +3.)

>>27554681
>Dive at him through the window. Now's the chance!

>>27554681
Holy shit, its Thor

Rolled 5

>>27554681
>Dive at him through the window. Now's the chance!

Rolled 3 + 3

>>27554695
Go. Dive.

Rolled 8

>>27554696
Forgot to roll.

Rolled 2

>>27554681
Dive at him through the window. Now's the chance!

Rolled 5

>Keep waiting, he'll come in. Patience is the key.

>>27554759
We's about to get blapped, thug, that's why we gotta vacate the premises.

>>27554759
>>27554738
>>27554706
>>27554704
>>27554709
>>27554704

We pounce at him through the window, no roar needed, we aim to kill. Our hands reach out for his shoulders to grip onto him so our bite can't miss.

An impact that makes a thunderous sound fills the area around the cabin as we are smashed into the ground. The black skin around the impact area, our back, cracks and chips away, falling onto the ground as sharp chips. Our entire upper body is sore and can barely move, electricity flowing through our bodies send pain signals racing through us.

We try to struggle to our feet before his massive hands grab our neck, but we aren't quick enough. Our throat is blocked and he is keeping us at arm's length, his hammer arm cocked back. "You are in the midst of your frenzy. Calm yourself, or I shall calm you with my hammer." He threatens, and as you look into his eyes you see the lightning dancing in his blue eyes, the danger they present there is very real.

>Submit, calm ourselves down and return to our normal shape.
>Never surrender, keep fighting.

(This is not a conflict roll)

>>27554785
Blinded by rage.
>Never surrender, keep fighting.

>>27554785
>Never surrender!

We've already murdered a chick, might as well commit. If we die we can play again with a new toy- I mean, person!

>>27554785
>Never surrender, keep fighting.
Resist!

>Submit, calm ourselves down and return to our normal shape.

>>27554872
>>27554844
>>27554795
>>27554817

We rage against his hand, but true to his word the hammer comes down on our head and we see only darkness.

When you come to pain fills your entire body and a low groan escapes your lips. You try to move, to touch your head and wipe the trickle of blood away from your forehead, but your limbs are bound. A heavy series of chains are wrapped around you and they don't even budge or jangle when you move, locked in place. Figures stand around you. The gigantic man you saw before, the one with the hammer, stands with his hammer hanging from his belt. Another man is talking to him and the two of them are several paces away. Two women are close at hand, and the body of the woman you killed is between them. One of the women sees you have awakened and alerts the others. The man with the hammer remains back while the other three advance.

"Are you in your own mind?" The younger of the women asks, kneeling beside you and looking into your eyes. You see the tattoo of an eye on her forehead and at this range can smell strange incense and other scents on her.

>Pretend to be in the rage of the beast.
>Answer her
>Say nothing

>>27554921
>Answer her
Now can we get off the frenzy.

>>27554921
>Say nothing.
>Stare them down.

>>27554921
>Answer her
>Implying we were not of our own mind
Let's play the confused innocent here. We can pretend we have no idea what is going on.

>Answer her

>>27554953
>>27554943
>>27554936
>>27554941

"Yes. I'm alright." You think about lying but your better nature wins out, "Who are you?" You ask the woman who smiles, "It's ok guys, he's in control again, let's let him out of those chains." She says and the man closest to you shakes his head, "Absolutely not! He's dangerous, he killed Sarah, I'm not letting him out until I am certain he is safe." The man with the hammer storms off at the mention of Sarah, causing the man closest to you to glance over before sighing. "Do you know what you are?" He directs at you.

>Honest answer, hide Sam's existence
>Honest answer, tell everything
>Lie, hide everything (Requires 3 votes)
>Lie, hide Sam's existence (Requires 2 votes)

>>27555021
>Honest answer, hide Sam's existence
If she was looking for Sam you must at least pretend to not know him, even if we were in his house.

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>>27555021
I believe this is relevant

>>27555021

Honest answer, hide Sam's existence.

>>27555021
>Honest answer, hide Sam's existence

I think we killed Thor's waifu.

>>27555118
>>27555059

"Yes. I know what I am." You say simply and the man nods, "So you are aware of the Inheritors, and that you are one of them." He says and looks at the woman who hasn't spoken yet, an older woman with glasses over acid green eyes, who is busy watching you closely. The woman speaks in a comely voice, "And, Shard of Tezcalipocta, do you know what you did while in your Pantheon's Burden? Did you support these actions, resist them, or allow the rage to take over?" She presses you.

>Lie (Requires 2 Votes)
>Truthful Answer

>>27555189
Thinking lie is the best answer here.

>>27555189
(Technically, a few anons supported it, while others rolled with it, and others resisted. How does that work?)
>Gentle nature
>Truthful Answer

No other way out.

>>27555204
I agree.

>>27555189
>Lie (Requires 2 Votes)
We certainly don't want them to know that we consented to the slaughter.

>>27555218
>>27555204
>>27555247
>>27555257

(We're going to have to stop here. I need to go attend to meatspace so we'll pick up from here next time. Please tune in to https://twitter.com/InheritorsQuest for updates and the next date for the Quest. Thank you for playing. Also, if someone could archive our progress today that would be great.)

>>27555589
Cool beans. I wonder if we'll get summarily executed. Aztec war god inheritance seems like high job turnover.

This constant switching from first to second person is a hassle to read.

>That moment when people don't realize that the switching of tenses is deliberately used when the "voice" and it's influence is present or not.