>[ ] “I’m fine.”
>[ ] Try to calm the thief down.

>[x] Jump that little thief he hit you with his tail man.
This would have been an excellent place to use Phreromone manipulation.

We don't know how much english he knows, so diplomacy might not be our best bet here. better subdue him first, then communicate with him.

>>28361257
>>[ ] “Kinda dizzy.”
>[ ] Try to calm the thief down.

>>28361257
>>[ ] Try to calm the thief down.
>[ ] “I’m fine.”
kinda dizzy, though

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Everybody's favourite lizard hobo returns.

>>28361257
>[x] "I'm fine."
>[x] Try to calm the thief down.
>[x] Try to help untangle him.

>>28361257
>[ ] “I’m fine.”
"nothing I can't walk off"
>[ ] Try to calm the thief down.

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This mother fucker just smacked us upside the head!

What are we going to do about it?

>>28361257
>[ ] Try to help untangle him.
>[ ] Try to calm the thief down.

>>28361285
>>28361313
>>28361340
>>28361362
>>28361366

Persuasion Check.

>DC15
>+1 modifier

Rolled 8 + 1

>>28361419
Rolling

Rolled 7 + 1

>>28361419
Hola

We must calm this otter with our hypnotic lizard moves.

Rolled 9 + 1

>>28361419
Calm, bro.

Rolled 5

>>28361419

>>28361435
>>28361431
>>28361429

JJ rolls a like a crack bitch 2: Electric lizard man boogaloo

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Rolled 13 + 1

>>28361432
Dancin'?

Rolled 1

>>28361429
>>28361431
>>28361435
>>28361441
It appears the dice gods are conspiring against us...

Rolled 20

>>28361419
No speako spanish amigo

When JJ was 12, how tall was Joyce?

What are JJ's hobbies or skill? Like in Princess Guard Quest, the MC is also good at drawing rather than just swordsmanship. I was thinking singing

You might want to look at the discussion in the archived thread. We agreed JJ would like cigarettes and occasional booze.

I totally see Creeper's real appearance as either just Ralph Fiennes or an amalgam of him and Tim Curry.

In thread #10, is Joyce saying "alala" or "ahaha"?

>>28361419
Fuck persuasion, take of your hood and glasses JJ.

>>28361461
That holds little weight considering the thread had ended at that point.

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>>28361458
the 20s are always late

>>28361454
I can just see it, JJ's trying to talk him down as he gets ready to cut him loose, but walking towards the guy with hands spread and claws out isn't very calming.

>>28361475
Seconded

>>28361361
I can tell, is the lizard enjoying that?

>>28361461
JJ doesnt have the money to feed a nicotine addiction.

>>28361461
I don't see JJ drinking or smoking considering he is a poor teenager.

>>28361534
>>28361524

and the pyrophobia

>>28361520
It is enjoying it.
In the full video it turns on it's back to get a bellyrub when it saw the owner's hand coming.

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>>28361412
Grow a tail and return the favor?

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>>28361595
but then we'd have to buy new, baggier pants!

>>28361435
>10
>JJ continues to be a crack bitch

“I’m fine.” You grunt. You don’t feel any blood running where it shouldn’t be, so things are pretty gravy, far as you’re concerned. One side of your face feels like someone hit it with a giant floppy paddle, but the hurt is quickly draining away.

You edge a little closer, stepping around one the outcroppings of rubble that you’re pretty lucky not to have landed on, raising your hands in a declaration of nonviolence.

“Hey, look, I’m not gonna hurt you…”

You find yourself interrupted by the sound of fabric tearing, your thief apparently getting tired of wrestling with his tent. He grasps around desperately for something before abruptly giving up, staring up at you for a second until –

CRA-SNAP!

He vanishes in a ripple of warbling air. A moment later, his silhouette reappears a few meters away, further on into the ruins.

>[ ] Run after him.
>[ ] Don’t bother.
>[ ] Write in.

>>28361638
>>[ ] Run after him.

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>>28361609
We just wrap our tail really tight atound us. Or use it like a belt. Removable lizard tail belts. Think how much we could make of them!

>>28361638
>[x] Don’t bother.

fuck it, he won't be stealing from us for a bit at least and we got his journal.

>>28361638
>>[ ] Run after him.

>>28361638
>>[ ] Run after him.

He'll have answers that we need.

>>28361638
>[x] Don’t bother.
Vaya con Dios.

>>28361638
>[ ] Give chase.
It's only a few meters away, we can try showing him our eyes, maybe even one of our own family pics and question him about it.

>>28361461
Pretty tall. Taller than most dudes her age.

JJ used to be on the swim team. Other hobbies are up to you guys.

Creeper's real appearance is... secret.

"alala". It's something she does.

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>>28361609
or a thick trenchcoat.

If we do grow a tail, it might get us fired from bugle, unless we can get some sort of deal with JJJ himself.
I'm guessing a newspaper could have use for a guy who can turn invisible and walk on walls.

>>28361638
Run after him, we must make contact with clone/cousin, Jose.

>>28361692
>Pretty tall. Taller than most dudes her age.

So like 6'4"?

>"alala". It's something she does.

Weird, but an identifying quality at least.

>>28361638
>[ ] Run after him.

>>28361692
>Other hobbies are up to you guys.
Ventriloquism, so we can throw our voice while invisible! It is also JJ's eternal shame.

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>hobbies
Oh, it's gotta be blues harp.
We're a minority and a hobo

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Rolled 2

>>28361692
Rolling for JJ's favorite Doctor

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>>28361896
impeccable taste JJ has

>[X] Run after him.

“Hey!”

You push through the rubble, feet pounding over random flecks of junk and strips of metal wiring. You can’t keep up a good pelt without picking up a few bruises – something sticking out here, something protruding there; the place is just too dense.

“Hey, I’ve still got your”–

You make it within a few feet before he vanishes again, the accompanying rush of air almost tipping you over – luckily, the dense environment means lots of random crap to right yourself with. You hear him pop back into existence a little to your right and bolt after him.

“I’ve still got your bag, kid!”

With grace much like your own, he bounds up an awkwardly-leaning pillar, his palms clearly adhering to the crumbling surface. He throws himself backward and

CRA-SNAP!

A wave of hot air rolls over you, and you realize immediately that he’s appeared over your head. You feel the bag in your hand suddenly jerked back as he digs his fingers into it, landing behind you and pulling with all his might (plus, you guess, the inertia of that rather marvellous flip).

>[ ] Pull back.
>[ ] Let him have it.
>[ ] Just, like, fall on him.
>[ ] Write in.

>>28362014
>>[ ] Just, like, fall on him.

>>28362014
>[x] Pull back
>[x] Write in

"Habla ingles?"

>>28362014
>[ ] Just, like, fall on him.

"Detener!"

>>28361736
Nah, not 6'4". Probably just 6'.

The "alala" thing is something she does when teasing people, generally. It's a sort of "oh well well well what have we here" or "somebody seems a little mad, ain't saying who, but somebody" thing.

>>28362014
>[ ] Let him have it.
>[ ] Write in.
Take off your glasses.

st>>28362014
Stickyhands to wrist, pull off shades, say out name.

>>28362014

Time to grapple

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>>28361885
It's called harmonica and mastering said instrument symbolizes that you are ready to join your brothers in the 3rd circle of hobomancers.

>>28362080
Seconded

>>28362014
>[ ] Just, like, fall on him
>[ ] "If you want it back, calm down and let's talk."

>>28362127
Blues harp, French harp, and mouth organ are all correct names for harmonica.

>[X] Just, like, fall on him.

Well, he’s basically pulling you over anyway.

So you just let it happen and come down on him like a sack of bricks. Or, at the very least, a sack of low-fat sugar alternatives.

He lets out a thoroughly unmanly squeal as the two of you drop to the ground, your back flat against his.

His tail lashes out, but it seems to be running mostly on auto-pilot, doing little other than disturbing a whole lotta dust. In the half-light, you notice that it has a sort of weird, translucent gauze on the end, like a fin or something, the dusk occasionally lighting it up into a sheet of orangey-red. Reminds you a little of a Bunsen bur–

CRA-SNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA–

The world rolls up into your chest and explodes.

>Endurance Check
>DC13

Rolled 3

>>28362350
Rolling

Rolled 2

We're going to get our ass handed to us by a kid.

Rolled 5

>>28362350

Rolled 19

>>28362350
'Ere we go!

Rolled 3

>>28362350
Come on

>>28362014
>Adhesive touch the bag with the hand holding it
>backflip over the kid so the bag doesn't rip
>Adhesive touch the kid
>Start screaming "¡Calmate!" or "¡Te calmas por favor hijo!" at the kid

>>28362366
GOD DAMN IT. Why'd it take so long for my post to go through?

>>28362366
oh thank goodness

>trying to pin a teleporter.
>expecting jj to not roll like a bitch.

Rolled 8

>>28362401
Oh thank goodness it's the fourth roll dumbass.

>>28362364
Does linking matter or not?

>>28362418
probably not

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>>28362359
>>28362364
>>28362365
I think this is about the right time to brew a quick cuppa.

>>28362401
wait shit

>>28362410
yeah, I noticed 2 seconds after I entered the catchpa asshole

This is karma for stealing those gloves

Rolled 12

>>28362410
>>28362401

I'm 410, my bad. Didn't realize it's the 3rd linked roll.

Sorry for insulting you.

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>>28362401
You're miscounting there, mate. I was one post late.
>>28362365
I'm going to blame you for this.

Rolled 3

>>28362434
One roll wasn't linked, so it didn't count.

>>28362441
sorry for returning fire

>>28362473
It wasn't even a burn.

>>28362470
Hasn't been the rule so far.

>>28362438
Probably. On the other hand, getting none of our other purchases and fucking up getting the phone seemed like enough balance to me.

>>28362506
Well shit. This can only get worse.

Bet the kids steals our pack of pictures.

>>28362506
I don't think there's been a ruling on it from him actually.

no precedent either way to my recollection.

>Reminds you a little of a Bunsen bur-

why do we know/care so much about science?

are we like a sleeper agent but with science?

I find it hard to believe that we actually strangled a fucking demon.

>>28362605
Because Bunsen burners smell like gas and fire, and we're a little sensitive to the latter. Also, plot hook.

But mostly we're having a fire induced panic attack and probably would have stranded ourself in hell if we'd critfailed (so close).

>>28362520
Evidently the universe disagrees. We must go pay for the gloves we took or return them. It is the only way to make our lizard luck return

>>28362650
We had really good modifiers.

>>28362650
Yeah, we're rapidly undoing any self esteem gains made in that whole episode. What can I say, the universe wants JJ to hate himself for his inadequacies.

Rolled 13, 14, 13, 6, 19, 9, 9, 18, 7, 4 = 112

must purge shit rolls

>>28362650
maybe it was a really weak ass demon.

>>28362567
me again. just checked the archives (because I have nothing else to do) he has taken non linked rolls before. so shit


....maybe Otter lad is just really really bad ass

"Otter Lad kills the Marvel Universe"

>>28362754
>"Otter Lad kills the Marvel Universe"

NEW YORK DESTROYED AS OTTER LAD AND SQUIRREL GIRL BRAWL IN MANHATTAN.

>>28362754
We beat the demon because it was a crit roll. We just got lucky there.

>>28362754
And many good rolls were wasted that way...

>>28362786
and just as much shit

>>28362650
Somewhere in an alternate universe, somebody was playing "Orphanage Demon Quest" and rolled natural 1 against a homeless intruder.

>>28362774
That does not preclude it from being a weak ass demon as demons go. Though I agree the JJ's aptaken a few levels in suck since then due to the dice.

>>28362774
We beat him because the dice gods were pleased. We have offended them.

>>28362786
112/200 was only slightly above average.

>>28362754

>maybe it was a really weak ass demon.

Weaker than a fucking little mutant kid? I doubt it. Fuck, it`s times like these that make awesome quests painful to read. Fucking won against a demon, couldn`t hold onto a little kid... But fuck, that`s the rolls.

>>28362434
I WARNED YOU BROS
I TOLD YOU ABOUT DEM PHASING WOUNDS

>>28362822
Dammit.
Grab the sacrificial Greek boy.

>>28362880
You know what. /tg/ is a multicultura and multiethnic hive mind-ish entity. Clearly we should sacrifice one virgin of each conceivable background and gender identification. It's the only way the dicedeamons may be appeased.

Rolled 9, 5, 16, 14, 4, 18, 1, 17, 14, 15 = 113

>>28362880
Let's see if the sacrifice worked.

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Rolled 7

>>28362995
Maybe if we start using pictures of cute animals while we roll?

>>28362995
Good point.
You round them up I'll sharpen the knife.

>>28363022
an entire point better! Hot Damn! we're moving up!

>>28362365
>5
>stahp JJ

No cold. No light. No bruises. You feel nothing but a tumbling, veering sensation, like you’ve gone and hurtled dropped down through a long, dark tunnel, and the light and the end has long since vanished. You turn around. You flail. You soar over Lake Michigan. You try to cover your ears and block out the terrible, constant rushing, the roaring of tides against ages, but you have nothing to grasp, and nothing to grasp with.

–AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!

The light and the sound and the cold assault you all at once, and a second later, you feel that other, oft-overlooked constant, gravity, and the ground comes rushing up to meet you.

You shut your eyes and guard your face, and not a second too soon – you hit the ground hard, the impact squeezing the air from your lungs. It was just a meter or two, just –

You suck in air and struggle to right yourself, your ears still ringing. Where are you? You’re, you’re nearby, you guess? You’re still in the complex. Something rustles above you, and you glance up.

Hanging-upside down from the ceiling, bare feet clinging to the concrete, your thief is rifling through their rucksack, a desperate glint in his eyes.

He – he must’ve teleported, with you along for the ride. You must've appeared up there are just, just... dropped. Christ, you felt like there was no time in there, like you were at all points in your life at once, falling through them and them falling through you.

You cough loudly.

>[ ] Jump up and grab him aaarrgghh.
>[ ] Tell him you’ve got his journal.
>[ ] Tell him his stuff is all over the place.
>[ ] Tell him you’re not here to hurt him.
>[ ] Write in.

>>28363057
Nah, this one had a Nat 1. Makes the entire batch worse.

>>28363075
>>[ ] Tell him you’re not here to hurt him.

>>28363075
>[ ] Tell him you’ve got his journal.
>[ ] Tell him his stuff is all over the place.
>[ ] Tell him you’re not here to hurt him.

not like it fucking matters. probably espanol solamente con nos amigo

>>28363075
>>[ ] Tell him his stuff is all over the place.
>>[ ] Tell him you’re not here to hurt him.

>>28363075
>[ ] Tell him you’re not here to hurt him.

"Habla Ingles?"

take>>28363075
Take of the damn glasses JJ.>>28363096
He doesn't speek English.

>>28363075
Call for Laura, when she gets here ask her kindly to kill this fucker. I`m tired of seeing JJ failing like a faggot and now I just want to see someone die. The mutant kid preferably.

was he the agility choice?

>>28363075
>[] Tell him we aren't here to hurt him
>[] Then carefully put down his journal and back away. Whistle to get his attention and point to it if necessary.

>>28363119
Yeah, second taking off the glasses.

>>28363130

No shit, Sherlock.

>>28363130
With his eyes? My guess is yes.

Rolled 18

>>28363075
>[x ] Tell him you’ve got his journal.
'Looking for this?'
'Easy there, amigo. I got some questions about the photos.'

>>28363075
Take off glasses
Whistle
Wave the Journal to him
"Do you speak english?"

JJs dad had a twin brother who married the twin sister of his mom, resulting.in otter JJ cousin.

Genetically a brother.

W>>28363239
Also, worst plot twist ever.

>>28363239
I'm guessing we were a very sick child, but dad found a way to make us better (maybe that friend from work had something to do with it). Maybe that cure was a therapeutic treatment derived from our sister, maybe it was purely synthetic, but it turns out it had...side effects. I'm guessing this kid is a member of the study group used to test the drug before it got pulled out of the pipeline.

>>28363239
we science experiment man

>>28363464
One of our parents was Mystique.

>>28363481
What if she was Dad?!?

>[X] Tell him you’ve got his journal.
>[X] Tell him you’re not here to hurt him.

You can pretty much guess what he’s looking for.

As you dig through your jacket, the kid becomes increasingly more agitated in his attempts to wring something out of that rucksack, his claws scoring long, jagged tears into the stained fabric. At first he seems to slow down, tensing his fingers, but the lull doesn’t last. It seems he can’t get his claws in.

Feeling your fingers close around the diary, you drag it out, holding it up for him to see. With your other hand, you ease off your glasses, taking a second to adjust to the new light.

“Looking for this?”

He freezes, seeming to collapse a little inward, almost balling up protectively. His eyes dart from you to the raggedy little book, and then back again, skirting around your outline as if trying to pull some secret from you.

“You speak English? I’m not gonna hurt you. I just”–

The tail snaps out with surprising speed, that weird, half-visible gauze folding around the diary, wrenching it out of your grasp. It swings back up over his head and transfers it into his waiting hands. Hand, actually – one of them is caught in the remains of his bag. He struggles briefly to disentangle his claws before apparently just giving up.

His gaze returns to you, one part suspicious and one part desperate.

“My pictures.” He has a slight, quiet voice. His accent is clearly Mexican, but his pronunciation is actually surprisingly deft. “Where are my pictures?”

>[ ] “Well, technically, those are my pictures.”
>[ ] “I’ve got them too.”
>[ ] Pull them out.
>[ ] Write in.

>>28363504
>>[ ] “Well, technically, those are my pictures.”
>[ ] Pull them out.

>>28363504
>>[ ] Pull them out.
>>[ ] Write in.

"Quick question, why is my dad and I in them?"

>>28363504
>[ ] Write in.

"I'll hand them to you, but may talk first? I don't want to hurt you or anything, I just want to know what's going on and why you're stealing my food."

>>28363504
>“Well, technically, those are my pictures.”

>>28363504
>[] "First, why am I in your pictures?"

>>28363504
>[ ] “Well, technically, those are my pictures. Because they're pictures of me.”
>[ ] “But I’ve got them too.”

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>>28363504
>[x] “Well, technically, those are my pictures.”
"That your pappy, mang? Well, guess what.
Mine too"

>>28363504
>[ ] “I’ve got them too.”
>[ ] Pull them out.
>[ ] Write in.
"Why do you have pictures of me?"

>>28363566
>>28363527
>>28363524
I don't think we should pull them out, in case he does another tail snag. But if we let him know we have them and are willing to give them back, he should chill and answer some questions.

>>28363767

Seconded.

>>28363767
This.

>>28363767
true, he has been tail first, questions later

>>28363816
Yeah, our maybe-relative has been rude like that.

>[X] “Well, technically, those are my pictures.”
>[X] Pull them out.

“Well…” You begin, still fighting back the urge to cough. “Technically, those are my pictures.”

He looks you up and down again, his posture shifting subtly, opening up a little. Maybe he’s about to spring off, maybe not. You reach into your coat pocket and pull out the photos, sifting them around in your grasp. His tail twitches, preparing to flash out, but you pull back your hand, keeping it out of his range.

If he’s gonna run, he’s gonna have to pry those pictures out of your hands first.

Keeping his eyes on you, he rubs his hands together, kneading his fingers into the gaps between their opposites. His tongue flicks out, licking his lips – and most of his nose – nervously.

“You… you are him, then?” He’s looking at you like you’re a UFO. Or Bigfoot. “You are, er, you are Doctor Green’s son?”

Something moves in the corner of your eye, and he coils up instantly, retreating a few paces across the ceiling, his claws flexing. Laura stands a yard or two away, a pair of cold, bright razors protruding from each hand. A low growl reverberates through her throat.

>[ ] “Whoa, okay, nobody’s gonna… jump on anyone. Everybody calm down.”
>[ ] Whatever man.
>[ ] “My dad was a doctor, I guess.”
>[ ] “How do you know my dad? What the hell are you doing with these photos?”
>[ ] Write in.

>>28363850
>[ ] “Whoa, okay, nobody’s gonna… jump on anyone. Everybody calm down.”
>[ ] “My dad was a doctor, I guess.”

>>28363850
>[8==>~~] “Whoa, okay, nobody’s gonna… jump on anyone. Everybody calm down.”
>[8==>~~] “My dad was a doctor, I guess.”

>>28363850
>>[ ] “Whoa, okay, nobody’s gonna… jump on anyone. Everybody calm down.”
>>[ ] “My dad was a doctor, I guess.”
>>[ ] “How do you know my dad? What the hell are you doing with these photos?”

Also Laura best girl.

>>28363850
>>[ ] “Whoa, okay, nobody’s gonna… jump on anyone. Everybody calm down.”
>[ ] “My dad was a doctor, I guess.”
>[ ] “How do you know my dad? What are you doing with these photos?”

>>28363850
>[ ] “Whoa, okay, nobody’s gonna… jump on anyone. Everybody calm down.”
>[ ] “My dad was a doctor, I guess.”

"Plus, my name is J.J. What's yours?"

>>28363850
>[x] “Whoa, okay, nobody’s gonna… jump on anyone. Everybody calm down.”
"no more brouhahas please everyone. I've had a rough couple of days."

>>[ ] “My dad was a doctor, I guess.”

>>28363850
>[] My dad died when I was pretty young, look can we all just stand down and talk this out?

>>28363850
>[ ] Write in.
"James Jonathan Green, the lizard elf thingie himself, in the flesh."

>>28363850
> [x]"Whoa, okay, nobody's gonna... jump on anyone. Everybody calm down"
>[x] Slow calming motion to Laura, hopes she realizes it means to drop from combat status.
>[x] "How do you know my dad? What the hell are you doing with these photos?"
>[x] "You gotta be in a bad place to be stealing from other Hobos. So far I've found cooperation and community to work a lot better. Especially for special circumstance kids like us,"

>>28363850
>[x] Write in.
'Whoa whoa, easy there compadre. Whatever he did to you is no reason tot take it out on me.'

>>28363850
>[ ] “Whoa, okay, nobody’s gonna… jump on anyone. Everybody calm down. Laura meet Mexican Otter-Guy, Mexican Otter-Guy meet Laura. ”
>[ ] “My dad was a doctor, I guess.”
>[ ] “How do you know my dad? What are you doing with these photos of me?”

>>28363877
>>28363881
>>28363882
>>28363890
>>28363895
>>28363897
>>28363946
>>28363957
>>28363962

Persuasion Check.

>DC13
>+1 Ability Modifier
>+1 Situational Modifier

Rolled 7

>>28364019

Rolled 17 + 2

>>28364019
pls dice gods

Rolled 1

>>28364019
we're gonna fail aren't we

>>28364036
oh thank fucking god someone finally rolled something higher than a 4.

Rolled 1 + 2

>>28364019
Alright, no spaghetti dropping.

>>28364045
you had to fuckin' say it, huh?

>>28364045

I really hope we have a karma point.

>>28364045
>>28364051
why sweet jesus why.

>>28364045
you fucking jinx

KARMA I DON'T CARE IF ITS OUR LAST ONE

Rolled 2 + 2

>>28364045
>>28364051
...shit.

>>28364045
Hahahahahahahahahaha

Rolled 4 + 2

>>28364077
>>28364045
>>28364073
>>28364051
The dice are out for blood today

>>28364067
pretty sure we don't because fuckwits spend them at every opportunity.

>>28364093
Fuck you.

And fuck that faggot who rolled a 1

Oh god my sides.

I'm fucking dying here. You guys have slain me.

>>28364074
We don't have a karma. We might have got one if we were not so awful lately.

>>28364093
>http://pastebin.com/UuVeJFig

we have one, Dr Pessimist

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>>28364109

>>28364109
Karma please.

Don't go back and pay the guy they said. We won't need the point they said.

>>28364109
We've perfected this to an art form.

Rolled 3

Well gg everyone. Next time lets roll an energy blast character

>>28364142
We can always pay him tomorrow.

But yeah, lets spend that point.

>>28364109
At least nobody rolled a d100

Welp, upon checking your sheet, you have one Karma Point left.

Spend or no spend?

>>28364158
He'd just end up self-destructing.

>>28364178
spend

>>28364178
Spend

>>28364178
Y

>>28364178
SPEND PLEASE

>>28364178
Si

>>28364183
>>28364189
>>28364191
>>28364192
>>28364196

Okay. Roll away.

You now have 00 Karma Points.

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>>28364178
C

Rolled 16

>>28364216
DIOSES DE LOS DADOS
AYUDENME

Rolled 4 + 2

>>28364216

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>>28364045
You're a bad person

Rolled 17 + 2

>>28364216

>>28364216
Muh last chance.

>>28364227
>>28364235

Fuck yeah!

I'm starting to think we should have picked pheromones.

Nobody else roll. We are okay now.

>>28364237
YOU GOOFED DON'T ROLL AGAIN

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>>28364235
we didn't fail...... HAHAHAHAHahahahAHHAaHAHA

>>28364235
>>28364227
I knew not rolling was the best choice I could make!

Rolled 12, 19, 7, 16, 6, 2, 10, 7, 1, 2 = 82

Let's see what the mood of the dicegods is.

>>28364255
It would have started as basically fear-gas farts. Our current power set is better.

>>28364244
>>28364264
>>28364265

It was all to chance. I could have just as easily rolled a 1. Remember, everyone who has ever crit failed at a critical juncture has also critically succeeded at one as well.

Like the double rider kick roll that was two separate 18's on a 2d20 roll.

>>28364278
>average 8.2
slighly less than ambivalent

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>>28364278
82/200 is abysmal...

the dice is trying to kill us. we must accquire karma and avoid rolling as much as possible today

also Crusty, Does JJ's eyes look like this?

>>28364288
Yea, but it was more of a remark to the fact how horribly we seem to fuck up in social interactions.

Even with 5 levels on adhesive touch, we can still not prevent the spaghetti from falling.

>>28364288
>JJ drops spaghetti
>causes entire crowd to drop spaghetti

These last few threads have been abysmal dice wise.

Shit is getting depressing.

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>>28364372
You now realize that the reason why people drop spaghetti is because invisible lizard elves make them drop the spaghetti.

>>28364428
why is JJ at Gamestop so much?

>>28364428
...shit, that's actually a sound argument FOR getting pheromone powers.

>>28364477
but if get pheromone powers, everyone will start questioning if they actually like us or its pheromones

>>28364518
Well, except Laura and Logan since they can tell when we're using 'em and when we aren't...

>>28364518
Ah, but then we'll prove our pheromones only cause spaghetti to drop, not pants.

>>28364518
"Don't worry, it's definately the pheromones."

>>28364278
Wow. That's one 1 and two 2s.

>[X] “Everybody calm down.”
>[X] “My dad was a doctor, I guess.”

“Whoa, whoa, okay…”

You put your hands up in the air, like you care very very much, about multiple things. Like not getting into yet another super-brawl and losing this… this small Mexican miracle.

“…Nobody’s gonna… jump on anyone.” You glance meaningfully toward Laura, whose knees are in optimum jumping-on-somebody position. “Everybody calm down.”

Please, please Laura. You need this. You need this.

The thief hisses quietly, his claws rubbing their way in and out of his fingertips, but he doesn’t make a move. He clearly wants to – or part of him, does, anyway - but he doesn’t. He just shuffles in place, constantly switching, ever so slightly, from one foot to the other, kept adhered to the ceiling by little more than his toes.

Laura answers you with a long, unconvinced stare, but eventually shuts her eyes in a demonstration of comprise, her claws slowly edging their way back under her skin.

For a moment you just breathe. All the adrenaline crowding up the air is getting to you. You swallow, and allow yourself a few short, quiet coughs.

“My… my dad was a doctor, I guess.”

You guess. What he was a doctor of eludes you. As far as you remember, he was a doctor of shutting himself in his study for days and coming out looking like someone owed him something. This stuff… all this was a long time ago.

“I wasn’t…” The thief licks his lips again, eyes flicking between you and Laura. “I wasn’t sure it was you. I was, honestly, I was hoping… not.”

His eyebrows fall, and you think you see, under the shadow of his hood, a pair of floppy, overly-large ears flattening downwards (technically upwards).

“You’re not a doctor like him, are you?”

>[ ] “I don’t even know what kind of doctor he was.”
>[ ] “Do I look like I make doctor money?”
>[ ] “No. I’m not.”
>[ ] Write in.

>>28364638
>>[ ] Write in.
*beat*
"Mugga, are you serious?"

>>28364331
That's pretty close, actually.

Nice find.

>>28364638
>[ ] “I don’t even know what kind of doctor he was.”

I'm guessing it was kinda sciencey.

>>28364638
>>[ ] “I don’t even know what kind of doctor he was.”
>>[ ] “Do I look like I make doctor money?”

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>>28364659
we have cateyes

neat

>>28364658
This, pretty much.

>>28364638
No. I've been on the streets more or less since I was 14. Look, I'm looking for my sister. I haven't seen her in a long...if you managed to track me down do you know if she survived that night?

>>28364638
>[ ] “I don’t even know what kind of doctor he was.”
The science kind? Probably some kind of biology, since we knew about some genetics stuff and how Laura's cloning is weird science.

>>28364638
>Muties getting higher education

lel.

>>28364658
This. Verbatim.

>>28364638

>(pause) "Mugga Whaaaaaat?"
>[x] "I don't even know what kind of doctor he was,"
>[x] "Do I look like I make doctor money. Do I look like I've earned an MD or given a doctoral dissertation. Last I checked it was still legal to discriminate against us during admissions."
>[x] "The man died when I was a little kid. And since this (whip of shades and show off mutation) started I've been living on the streets and trying not to get shipped off to a camp,"

>>28364638
"Mugga please"
"If I was a doctor, I wouldn't be selling newspapers for a living."

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I sell newspapers and newspaper accessories

>>28364638
>[] Write in

Pull down our glasses, "No."

"I sell newspapers and strangle demons."

>>28364853
In that order.
But seriously, have we still NOT taken off our shades yet?

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>>28364893
I'm more surprised they've stayed on the entire time

>we have magic shades that never come off

>>28364674
This

>>28364931
They only come off after a dramatic pun.

>>28364959
or after a blood sacrifice, like that matron in the orphanage.

>>28364981
maybe she said a pun with her dying breath

>[X] “Do I look like I make doctor money?”
>[X] Write in.

Well…

Well, no, you’re not a doctor and you don’t make lots of K’s per year and you don’t have a nice coat or a nice car. Thanks for the reminder.

You can only imagine what a disappointment you’d be to your father were he not too dead to ever know. Big time science guy one generation, making theories, mixing chemicals, attending fancy dinner parties where everyone wears a bowtie, to homeless mutant living in a burnt-out apartment block, handing out papers mostly about screaming at Spider-Man.

But then again, you always do remember him looking kinda washed-out and raggedy, so maybe he was a fluke and being a total shit runs in the family after all. Maybe he was just better at fighting it. Maybe he was just tougher. You remember him sort of explaining to you that his parents were, like, super fundies or something, and they basically kicked him out on his ass (and, he went on, that’s why they’re never at Thanksgiving or Christmas). Maybe life toughened him up early and he was just better at rolling with the punches.

Urgh…

“Kid, are you serious?” You can’t help but squint at him, as if he’s said something so ridiculous that you have to affirm that it actually came out of his mouth. He bites his lip, almost pleadingly. “Do I look like I make doctor money?”

Slowly, he shakes his head.

“I… I should maybe go. I was hoping that, that if Doctor Green”– You hate that. You can’t help it. You hate the reverence of that title, like he’s announcing the name of some king or something. He was just a guy, he was called Joshua, he had no sense of direction and he always ate the last of the cereal –“’s son was alive, he would be a doctor, and you could, er… fix me.”

Fix? Fix him?

>[ ] “What do you mean by that?”
>[ ] “Do you need a doctor?”
>[ ] “How do you know my father?”
>[ ] Write in.

>>28365077
>>[ ] “What do you mean by that?”

>>[ ] “How do you know my father?

>>28365096

Seconded

>>28365077
>[x] Write in.
'Ha. Hahaha. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA'

>>28365077
Take your glasses off already if they aren't off.
>[ ] “What do you mean by that?”
>[ ] “How do you know my father?”

>>28365077
>[] "I'm sorry that I never got you're name kid, but what exactly do you mean by 'fix me'?"

If he says anything about mutations we start swearing then pull off our glasses, look him in the eye and thank him for giving us someone to blame.

Your glasses have been off for like four or five posts.

See >>28363504

>>28365149
rephrasal then

>we have magic shades that never come off involuntarily

>>28365077
Drop your hood and take off your glasses.
>[ ] “What do you mean by that?”
"As far as I know, you don't choose the mugga life, the mugga life chooses you."

>>28365121
this work for me

>>28365149

Yeah, I don't know why people haven't noticed that.

>>28365077
>[ ] “How do you know my father?”
>"I can only assume you *don't* want to be a mutant and think he could've done something about that?"
> Finally take off our damn glasses.

>>28365149
My bad. Can we roll intuition to figure out what "fix me" means?

>>28365235
And I just now see the bit about the glasses. Ignore that part of my post then.

>>28365194
>>28365235
We try to take off our glasses again, like some sort of crazy hobo.

>>28365239
It's probably either
1. Can't control powers, please fix me
2. Don't want to be a mutant, please fix me

Based on the info we have and it's fairly obvious it's probably one of the two.
That is, unless he actually has some disease.

>>28365399
Yeah, I'm kind of worried that he's dying from whatever dad gave him.

>>28365399
2 most likely

being part otter is suffering

he wants to shed his humanity and be with the other otters

Does JJ have a lumberjack beard or scraggly face pube beard?

Also what kind of sunglasses does he wear?

>>28365267
We put the glasses back on, just to take them off again while emphasizing our doubletake.

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>>28365449
I chortled

>>28365467
Stolen gas station aviators and scraggly pube face I'd imagine

>>28365467
I expect it started as a scraggly pube face, but now that we have Healing lv.2 pulling us out of malnutrition I expect it's starting to fill in and look less horrible.

>[X] “What do you mean by that?”
>[X] “How do you know my father?”

“What do you mean by that?”

He looks at you with an almost blank, opaque air about him – you feel, suddenly, that the tables have turned, and you’re the one stating the obvious. After a moment of dumbfounded staring, he narrows his eyes, turning them into slits of bright, angry blue.

“Isn’t… is it not obvious?” He holds out his hands, demonstrating his clawed digits. His tail swings lazily from one side to the other, as if waving. “Look at me. He made it go away before, he could, I thought maybe his son could… do it again.”

You grimace. This is ridiculous, and… it’s posing questions you’re not sure you like.

“How do you know my father? Why could he help?”

In a blur, he detaches from the ceiling, twisting about to land on his feet. You can’t help but step back slightly.

“When I was young, back in Mexico, I had, um…” He licks his lips again, his eyes darting to and fro, seeking out the right words. “I had this appearing, and, I was very ill. I had a… a brain sickness. Doctor Green worked with us, me and the other orphans. He was with a company; he had a treatment that he was testing, something to help my brain. It was important to test it on, ah… people… like…”

He glances to and fro, as if he’s about to give voice to some grave sin.

“…devil people, like us. It helped me, my brain got better, and my…” He stares down at his hands. “…This, this went away. But then it came back, and I just… I went looking… I thought…”

He trails off.

>[ ] “How did you even get here?”
>[ ] “What company was he working for?”
>[ ] “You’re not a ‘devil person’.”
>[ ] Write in.

>>28365114
JJ does not laugh at the misfortune of others, he holds your hand and tells you it's going to be alright.

And then he kills your problem.

We need to help Laura with her problems still, gotta hit up those Canadian rogue agencies.

>>28365544
>[ ] “How did you even get here?”
>[ ] “What company was he working for?”
>[ ] “You’re not a ‘devil person’. WE are not.”

>>28365544
>My father died years ago.
>I'm sorry.

>>28365544
>"My father died years ago,"
>"This isn't devil. This isn't demonic. I've seen demonic. We're just different, just mutants. This isn't a curse on us from god, this is just the way things are on earth. Some people are born without thumbs, some born perfectly normal, some can breath fire and shoot sparkling lasers out of their ass.

>>28365544
>[ ] “How did you even get here?”
>[ ] “What company was he working for?”


>[ ] “You’re not a ‘devil person’.”
"you just got dealt a bad hand."

>>28365544
>>[ ] “You’re not a ‘devil person’.”
"So long as the brain issue still went away, all I see is another mutant. What kind of brain issue was it? Tumor, aneurism?"
>[ ] “What company was he working for?”

>>28365544
>[ ] “You’re not a ‘devil person’.”
>[ ] "What company was he working for?"
>[ ] "He died a while ago. Sorry :(

DAD WAS FOR HYDRA

>>28365544
>"You're not a 'devil person'. I've met 'devil persons', humans, mutants, possibly one literal diablo, you aren't that."
>"This could be very important" (look at Laura) "What company was he looking for."

>>28365544
>[ ] “You’re not a ‘devil person’.”
"Believe you me, I know the difference, I saw one just the other day at the orphanage, nearly burned my fingers off the fucker."

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>>28365633
nah, AIM more likely. they <3 science

do we have memories of the beekeeper from the village people?

>>28365544
>"how long ago did you know my dad?"

Maybe he didn't die when we thought he did?

Rolled 17

Rollan for Otterlad's memory.

>>28365688
he had the memory of an Otter! (Otters have good memories right?"

>>28365688
And this is why we should let Crusty roll for JJ.

Kidding....but really....

>>28365676
>That pic. Wut.
>>28365702
If he has otter instincts, that might include hand-holding

>>28365676
Is... is that man's hand okay?

YFW otterlad is afraid of water.

>>28365777
Yeah, there's some chemical/hormone bees (and I assume whatever we're looking at there) secrete when it's time to swarm. It basically tells them to stop stinging things, among other things.

>>28365777
They're not agitated, his hand didn't suffer damage.

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>>28365777
>>28365772

pretty sure the bees/wasps were smoked (it makes them docile)

>>28365783
huehuehue

>>28365783
So our sister is either afraid of heights or is severely claustrophobic.

>>28365840
A fear of porcelain dolls?

>>28365866
they are creepy because they never blink

>>28365891
but Rei blinks all the time

>[X] “What company was he working for?”
>[X] “You’re not a ‘devil person’.”

“You’re not a ‘devil person’.” You say, hastily. That whole deal there makes you uncomfortable. Especially considering your near-demon-encounter – an encounter still quite fresh and vivid in your memory. The kid smiles vaguely, but briefly.

“Doctor Green said the same.” He’s wringing his fingers now, as if he has to squeeze some kind of tension out of them. “That made me feel better, even though I knew he was lying.”

Right. Okay. You guess… this guy is pretty set on being the spawn of Satan. You shift the awkward subject aside.

“What company was he working for?” As far as you know, your dad was… freelance, or something. Can scientists be freelancers? Is that a science-compatible thing?

He chirps up, prodding the air with a clawed finger.

“Yes, um… I know that.” He hisses quietly, biting his lip. “It was, uh… they were called ROXXON. ROXXON Energy.”

Well... you know who they are. They're people with lots of money. They do oil or something.

He stares at you for a moment, licking his lips. Finally, he speaks, his voice wavering, like’s wringing it out of a sponge.

“You can’t help me, can you?” He’s smiling now, but not happily – it’s the smile of someone who is steadily easing their hands off the steering wheel, and just acknowledging, finally, that the tide is supreme over their course. His eyes stare through you, out beyond the patches of reddening sky, into nothing.

“I’m going to be this for the rest of my life.”

>[ ] “Probably.”
>[ ] “Look… let’s just get you out of this dump.”
>[ ] “At least you don’t have an unspecified brain disease.”
>[ ] Write in.

>>28365866
So she's afraid of herself?