The question in mind, though, is where you’re going. Your first instinct is to get away as quickly as possible, but that might be unwise, given that anybody that saw you would call the cops given your present appearance. Now if this is an apartment building, you might be able to find someplace where nobody’s home, break in, and do something about how you look. Whatever you do, you’ve got to make up your mind quick.

>What do you do?

>>32189815

(Sorry, I was in a bit of a hurry. Some ideas.)

>Loot the body. His jacket isn't totally destroyed.
>Head inside.
>Climb down the fire escape. You don't want to run into any unfriendly faces.
>Other (?)

>>32189815
>Break in somewhere and steal non-bloody clothes

>>32189883
+1

>>32189870
>Loot the body. His jacket isn't totally destroyed.
Also check of a phone and wallet to figure out just who the fuck that was.
inb4 police badge
then
>Head inside

Is it dark enough out that we could shadow sneaky sneaky?

>>32189808
Dman, nice picture. Do you have it without te text?

>>32189922
>Every thread
Yeah, he'll probably post it like he does every time someone asks, but it turns up the textless version if you reverse image search the pic with text on it.

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>>32189922

>>32189948
No, U. I won't reverse anything, I'm not an engineer.

>>32189971
Thank you.

>>32189870

Check the body, don't loot carelessly though or the cops might have some more questions for you. Like why you have the chief's good buddy John Doe's coat on. Can you hear anything (voices, sirens)? See any nearby buildings that might give you an idea of where you are?

>Loot the body. His jacket isn't totally destroyed.
not great but it will work for now also look over the edge see if we can see whare we are and if the car you arrived in is still here

>>32190066
opps sorry on the name in a civ thread

>>32190066

You halt before the body. It’s in your way. But, also, you see looking down, that he’s got some things you could use. You pat him down and take his wallet. Checking it, you find a couple credit cards, about twenty-five dollars cash. He’s also got some loose change, a set of car keys, a pocketknife (score), and a bunch of paperclips. Looks like bloods all over everything though. Seeing your pockets don’t really function as such anymore, you roll him about and work his windbreaker off his shoulders, and throw it about your own to do something to clothe yourself. The front of it is wet with blood, presumably from when his throat was ripped out. You try not to look at the body too much, as you find the sight of all that blood frighteningly enticing.

You jam your acquired gear into the front pockets and then take a moment to look around. As usual, you can make out pretty much nothing in the distance, buildings or otherwise, except a big splotch of light which you assume is the heart of San Fransisco.

>>32190195

Staggering over to the door that leads into the building,, you find it ajar. There’s a brick wedged between it and its frame – looks like somebody here frequents the rooftop. You push inside and gingery make your way down the stairs. The first set of stairs that descend to the top floor is made of metal grating. The kind that’s painfully sharp underfoot. You grimace and ignore it. You go through another door, and find yourself at the end of a regular looking hallway lined with apartment doors and numbers. Thankfully, there’s nobody around to see you. You probably should have thought about that before you barged in – you’re finding it kind of hard to think straight right now.

You blink deliriously and wince at a sharp pain in your side, fighting to stay on your feet. Laying down right here on the floor seems far more appealing than it should.

>Throw yourself at the mercy of somebody. Maybe you could say you were raped or something?
>Check to see what’s unlocked.
>Listen at the doors. Find one that’s empty and break in. (Dice) (And how are you breaking in?)
>Sit down for a second to catch your breath.
>Other (?)

Rolled 47

>>32190215
>>Listen at the doors. Find one that’s empty and break in. (Dice) (And how are you breaking in?)
The doors wooden? If so, use claws to cut a circle in them and reach through to unlock.

>>32190215
>Sit down for a second to catch your breath.
If we wait for nightfall, we can easily sneak around using shadow powers. So sit down in a nice secluded place and wait for the dark and for us to get a bit of regen kicking in. Hell, maybe sit there and glower at our wounds willing them to heal up faster like Trevon was doing.

>>32190215
>Listen at the doors. Find one that’s empty and break in. (Dice) (And how are you breaking in?)

Also, use our sense of smell, we might be able to smell if a place is inhabited or not.

Improvising lockpicks shouldn't be hard, it's easy to make a basic set of picks with the paperclips, and according to our character sheet we're good at it.

>>32190273
We could do that, but people might notice a hole in the door. I'd prefer to try using picks first so we don't leave a trail.

Rolled 40

>>32190378
you know what changing my vote from >>32190322
to this

Rolled 99

>>32190215
> listen and break in
We have a lockpicking skill

>>32190398
If you change votes, delete the old one.

>>32190215
>Listen at the doors. Find one that’s empty and break in. (Dice) (And how are you breaking in?)
>>32190397
>>32190405
What they said. Paperclip lockpicks

or >>32190378
Either is fine with me, really.

>missed 2 times in a row
>about to miss the third
fuk

Rolled 95

>>32190215
>Listen at the doors. Find one that’s empty and break in. (Dice) (And how are you breaking in?)
Brute force the door. Fuck subtlety.

Rolled 57

>>32190545
>roll 95
Fuck you RNG! Fuck you to Hell!

>>32190397
Cut it right and we could just pop it back into the door after we open it, but I did forget about the lockpicking skill so it's not like we'll need to.

>>32190378
Isn't it already pretty dark?

Game plan seems to be get sufficiently cleaned up that we can make our way back home without drawing too much suspicion. And hoping we didn't savage the Hallows, though Isaac seemed resigned to the possibility that we might freak out in the fight so he's probably going to be fairly understanding.

>>32190215
>Listen at the doors

>>32190618
Probably unless we killed him

You have half a mind to head back into the roof access stairwell, hide in a corner, and pass out for a while. You’d feel better when you woke up. Right? Or not, actually. You don’t think a couple hours shuteye is going to do you any good right now. And it’s pretty much dark enough right now that there are plenty of shadows to work with inside and out should you need them.

Instead, you move slowly down the hallway, pausing before each door and listening carefully. Some have active conversations going in them. Others, you can hear a television show or music playing. Others have no sound at all. One near the end of the hall, by the elevators and stairs, is completely quiet.

You try the door. It’s locked. The wood of the door doesn’t feel very solid. You entertain the thought of bashing through with your claws and opening it from the other side, but that would make a lot more noise than you’re comfortable with – also, anybody coming or going would be able to see the breach you’d made. You then remember the paperclips in your pocket. Well, the dead guy’s jacket’s pocket, you guess.

You fish one out, kneel by the door, and begin pushing and prodding the lock with the paperclip, taking it out and bending it incrementally. A second paperclip joins the first – you use both in conjunction to screw around with the tumblers. After a couple tense minutes, the lock clicks open. You give a tired smile and move quickly into the apartment, shutting and locking the door behind you.

>>32190697

You got real good at unlocking crap when you lived with a set of foster parents that thought the best way to keep you out of trouble was to lock every door that lead somewhere they didn’t want you to go. At the time you were pissed, but now you value the awful time you were forced to live with those horrible people.

Cautiously, you probe into the apartment. Nobody’s home but the cat, a big fluffy black cuddlebuddy who’s happy to see you. He licks at your ankle. “That’s people blood, kitty kat,” you say in a cutesy voice. Man, he really likes it. As for the apartment, it smells like stale pizza crust, unwashed laundry, and pine freshener. Probably belongs to a single guy. Now you don’t know how much time you have before somebody comes home, so you’ve got to prioritize.

>Take a shower to get all the blood off of you. Collect your thoughts.
>(or) Take a minute to wash your hair, face, and neck, and your arms.
>Get clothes. Preferably clean ones.
>Eat the fridge. You’re starved.
>Use all the bandaids in the house. Everything stings.
>Look around the house to try to figure out where you are. Maybe he’s got a GPS or a computer or something.
>Search for some cash.
>Pet the cat. You like cats.
>Other (?)

>>32190715
>Take a minute to wash your hair, face, and neck, and your arms.
>Get clothes. Preferably clean ones.
>Look around the house to try to figure out where you are. Maybe he’s got a GPS or a computer or something.

Rolled 36

>Pet the cat. You like cats
>Take a minute to wash your hair, face, and neck, and your arms.
>Look around the house to try to figure out where you are. Maybe he’s got a GPS or a computer or something.
this is just a quick stop off remember just to get sorted and then get out of here

Rolled 19

>>32190715
>Pet the cat. You like cats.
>(or) Take a minute to wash your hair, face, and neck, and your arms.
>Look around the house to try to figure out where you are. Maybe he’s got a GPS or a computer or something.

>>32190677
Given that he's a bigshot demon hunter that seems fairly unlikely. We're not even a full demon, and our rage would have been mainly pointed at Tweed Demon anyway.

>>32190715
Some good, concealing clothes, then rinse the red off any visible skin. Keep your ears, uh peeled? Remember to be cautious about leaving, don't want to barge into the owner on the way out when you could hang back in a quick shadow and slip out behind him.

>>32190715
>Pet the cat. You like cats.
>Take a minute to wash your hair, face, and neck, and your arms.
>Get clothes. Preferably clean ones.
>Look around the house to try to figure out where you are. Maybe he’s got a GPS or a computer or something.

Keep alert and listening to our surroundings.

>>32190715
>Put a chair or some furniture in front of the door.
>Take a shower.

>>32190715
>(or) Take a minute to wash your hair, face, and neck, and your arms.
>Get clothes. Preferably clean ones.
Our clothes are bloodoaked. Washing off is pointless if we're going to be walking around in crusty, bloodcaked dead-guy jacket and our ripped up clothes.
We don't even have any shoes on. At least grab some socks.
>Look around the house to try to figure out where you are. Maybe he’s got a GPS or a computer or something.

>>32190715
>Take a shower to get all the blood off of you. Collect your thoughts.

>>32190715
>Take a minute to wash your hair, face, and neck, and your arms.
>Get clothes. Preferably clean ones.
>other
take the cat when we leave

>>32190893
This. Clothes will cover more of us immediately. hands in pockets, and only the head is exposed. clean off visible body parts after that.

Pet cat when we leave if we don;t have to bolt first. Whatever we do, DO NOT linger here for long, we are in no state to deal with more shit kicking off especially with a corpse on the roof.

GPS we can probably get from that poor bastards glove compartment we now have the keys to. Is it one of those remote fobs, or would we need to look for a matching make when we get downstairs?

>>32190931
That cat has a nice home. Don't force it into the streets with us.

>>32190931
>take the cat
fuck no

>>32190893
This

You bumble around looking for the bathroom. You knock some stuff onto the ground in the process, but whatever. Then you find it. You flip on the lights, stumble inside, and grab the counter to arrest your momentum. You wind up knocking nearly everything on the counter onto the floor in the process. You look up at your reflection, and stare a second in shock.

Every vein in your body is visible beneath your skin. Your normally pale complexion looks almost deathly, and your eyes are dark and bruised, as if you haven’t slept in days. “Hello,” you croak. Something’s off, though. You lean toward the mirror and check your teeth. They look… sharper than normal? Your canines also seem about a half-centimeter longer than they have any right to be.

Then you take a second to acknowledge the rest of you. Your appearance, frankly, is nightmarish. Crusty red and brown blood stains, some still damp, are splotched all over you. You can’t tell what blood is yours and what isn’t. It’s even in your hair. And besides your blood stained jacket, you’re practically naked, in an unsettling savage kind of way. You look fucking scary, even to you.

The thought returns, the one that’s been eating at the edge of your mind. What did you do this time? Who was the dead guy? How many people are dead because of you? You give make a choked laugh, sobbing kind of sound in the back of your throat.

No one must ever know. It’ll be your secret. (-5 Sanity 95/100)

>>32191301


You look down at your hands, and then at the sink. Water. You remember where you are. You can’t stay here. You have to get clean. You turn the sink on full blast with the hot, and make liberal use of the guy’s hand soap. The water burns your skin, but you don’t shy away. You scrub your head, your hair, your arms – only what’s necessary. Time is of the essence. Steam rises and fogs up the mirror. A couple minutes later, you wipe away the fog, and look yourself in the eye. Your teeth are still kind of pointy, and you still look kind of like a zombie. You’ll have to figure that out later. Otherwise, you look… clean. Rough around the edges, but it’ll do.

You canvass the apartment, forgoing the alluring scent of leftover pizza for that of laundry detergent. You make your way around the cluttered bedroom of a slob and rifle through his clothes, ditching your old ones in the process. You guess this guy is a little on the large side. Nothing is your size, but it’s not in your size in a ridiculously big kind of way.

You eventually find a flannel shirt and a pair of huge cargo shorts that fit the bill. He’s got nothing in the shoe department that even stays on your feet when you try to move with them on, but you find a pair of hiking socks that you could make do with. You pull everything and try not to notice the slight after-smell of man sweat on it.

>>32191321

After a cursory look around, you can’t find anything that hints where you are. You’re not sure you want commit time to a more thorough search. And there’s still the whole teeth and veiny-skin thing. Maybe you need to do something about that. The cat weaves about your feet. You reach down and ruffle his ears, and he purrs. Heh. Cats. (+1 Sanity 96/100)

>>Eat the fridge. You’re starved.
>Use all the bandaids in the house. Everything stings.
>Search for some cash.
>Take some time staring at the mirror making faces to try to get your teeth to settle down.
>Try to make the mess you made match the rest of the mess so that single guy doesn’t realize you were here.
>Leave the building and try to find dead guy’s car.
>Other (?)

>>32191340
>>Eat the fridge. You’re starved.
>Try to make the mess you made match the rest of the mess so that single guy doesn’t realize you were here.
>Leave the building and try to find dead guy’s car.

>>32191340
>Eat the fridge

>>32191340
>Search for some cash.
>Leave the building and try to find dead guy’s car.

>>32191340
>Eat the fridge. You’re starved.
>Use all the bandaids in the house. Everything stings.
>Leave the building and try to find dead guy’s car.

Rolled 19

>>32191340
a sanity bar oh thats not good i miss the stress bar allready
>Use all the bandaids in the house. Everything stings
>Leave the building and try to find dead guy’s car
just patch your self up a bit then we leg it we can eat when we get to the hollows place assuming they don't try to kill us on the spot

>>32191357
+1

>>32191340
>Eat the fridge. You’re starved.
>Leave the building and try to find dead guy’s car.

>>32191340
>Eat the fridge. You’re starved.
I'd rather not have to roll to resist biting someone's neck, seeing as Sierra picked up that new blood drink power thing and blood apparently smells really fucking good right now.
>Steal the bandaids but don't yet use them. Wait til we get into deadguy's car.
>Try to make the mess you made match the rest of the mess so that single guy doesn’t realize you were here.
>Leave the building and try to find dead guy’s car.

>>32191340
Maybe try to smooth over the mess a little if it seems easy. grab some food, you can eat as you do other things/get the fuck out of dodge.

Try to find the guys car, maybe there's a satnav in it.

teeth can be sorted out somewhere where you aren't trespassing.

and keep ears open in case you need to go in a hurry.

I'm leaning towards booking it out of here and finding a payphone, or a real cheap burner phone. Do we know the Hallows number?

>>32191507
Payphones usually have phonebooks on a chain.

>>32191507
>>32191585
>2014
>Payphones

>>32191687
I seen them, man.

>>32191340
>Eat the fridge. You’re starved.

Ok it seems that excercising certain powers causes a change to our nature both physically, mentally [spoilers] it seems that heading more Verwalken has changed our rage meter to sanity, which seems fitting since Verwalken are reputed to be somewhat unstable. [/spoiler]
I wonder if hanging out with the Hallows could induce a more angelic change to our appearance

You’re ready to leave. Except not. Your stomach pulls you back toward the fridge. You open it up, and there is pizza and Cherry Coca Cola.

Yes. This was meant for you. Keeping one ear on the door, you grab the three-quarters of a large-sized pizza out of its box, fold it in half, and then fold it again, and then tear into it with a voracious appetite. You don’t skimp on the Cherry Coke either. By the time you’re done, there is no pizza left, and there are two empty soda cans in the recycle bin. It does little to make you hurt less, but you feel like you have a little more energy now. (+3 PP: 7/12)

Wiping your hands on your appropriated shirt, you get the feeling you’ve overstayed your welcome. You rush toward the door with renewed haste. You leave, locking the door before you shut it, and make your way toward the stairs.

>>32191763

The elevator dings as you walk by, disgorging a heavyset guy in a pair of baggy jeans and a formless hoodie. You hear him walk over to the apartment you’ve just left, and then a jingle of keys being pulled out of a pocket.

You redouble your pace and go into the stairwell. You go down two at a time for one floor, and then decide not to do that, since your leg is killing you.

You walk out the lobby and reach the sidewalk. The concrete feels unnecessarily unyielding under your sock-clad feet. The streetlights glow a dull orange against the dark warmth of the night. There are a couple people out tonight, like some guy walking about eight dogs, a shady looking dude who you can tell is selling drugs, and a couple sitting on a bench enjoying the clear night.

You look around. There are cars everywhere. You raise the keys and find, much to your chagrin, that they’re just plain old analogue keys. No remote or anything. Crap. But they belong to a Nissan, you can see that much.

>>32191761
The stress meter was changed to sanity because we're closer to dead than alive and just went through a bloodrage.

>>32191761
>fucked up spoilers
I can't fucking keyboard

>>32191781

Stress: Exhausted
Sanity: 96/100
HP: 3/12
PP: 7/12

You hear sirens in the distance. Now, the distance at which you can hear sirens is a lot greater than average, so you do have some time. It’s probably not for the break in, when you think about it – well. Except that bloody jacket you left up there. Or somebody discovered the dead guy on the roof. No, it was probably the jacket.

>There aren’t THAT many Nissans nearby. Process of elimination.
>Ask somebody where the heck you are. Hopefully they won’t notice your odd appearance in this light. (Who?)
>Get away. You can come back for the car later. Or not at all.
>Other (?)

>>32191804
>Get Away

>>32191804
>>There aren’t THAT many Nissans nearby. Process of elimination.

>>32191804
>There aren’t THAT many Nissans nearby. Process of elimination.

Include dice for the Nissan findingness.

>>32191804
>There aren’t THAT many Nissans nearby. Process of elimination.
If we can't find it, shadow sneakity sneak away.

>Get away. You can come back for the car later. Or not at all.
did we even know how to drive? that would be more of a tell then just walking that somethings not right try to find a pay phone or something you can use to find out what thare phone number is at least if your not welcome better to do it about 10 miles away then when your right next to them

>>32191804

If it's not a remote key, then you can rule out any modern looking cars. Clear out of there before the sirens get too close though, you can always find a map on a bus stop and muddle your way back homewards towards help.

Rolled 39

>>32191804
>>32191860
k

>>32191804
>There aren’t THAT many Nissans nearby. Process of elimination.

Rolled 70

>>32191860
>>32191804
>There aren’t THAT many Nissans nearby. Process of elimination.

Rolled 41

>>32191860

Rolled 47

>>32191860
car

>>32191804
>There aren’t THAT many Nissans nearby. Process of elimination. (dice included this time)

You’re not walking anywhere right now. You don't even have shoes.

The keys. They’re old. That means you’re looking for an old, crappy Nissan. You approach various cars to get a better look. It’s hard to tell which ones suck from far away. You only try a couple before a door unlocks. Thank you 2001 Nissan Maxima. You feel more than see eyes on the back of your head as you hop in the driver’s seat. One of those pedestrians may have gotten the hint that this isn’t your car.

While you don’t have a driver’s license, you do know how to drive a car. Mostly. Well, you’ve driven cars before, although they were stolen. And scratch that, you do have a driver’s license. It’s a little blood-stained and you lifted it off a dead guy, but you know, whatever.

The sound of sirens draws nearer.

>Drive away normal-like. Don’t raise suspicions.
>Get out of there now.
>Stay on side-roads until you can figure out where the heck you are.
>Follow roads to bigger roads to get your bearings.
>Drive fast, get to safety fast. (Dice)
>Drive with traffic and blend right in. (Dice)
>Drive slow. You’re beginning to doubt. whether or not you’re a qualified driver. (Dice)
>Other (?)

>>32192121
>Drive with traffic and blend right in. (Dice)

Rolled 52

>>32192121
>Drive with traffic and blend right in. (Dice)
>Drive away normal-like. Don’t raise suspicions

Rolled 87

>>32192121
>Drive away normal-like. Don’t raise suspicions.
>Drive with traffic and blend right in. (Dice)
>Stay on side-roads until you can figure out where the heck you are.

Rolled 35

>Drive slow. You’re beginning to doubt. whether or not you’re a qualified driver. (Dice)
They see me rolling

>>32192121
>Drive away normal-like. Don’t raise suspicions.
>Stay on side-roads until you can figure out where the heck you are.
>Drive with traffic and blend right in. (Dice)

Try to just look like another random driver. Don't panic.

Rolled 91

>>32192121
Drive all normal and blending-inningly, the cops will box you in before you can say "well that was a dumb idea" if you try a mad getaway.

Trying to blend with the traffic kind of depends whether said traffic is moving nicely or looks like it might slow to halt with you in it.

Rolled 89

>32192121
>>Drive away normal-like. Don’t raise suspicions.
>Follow roads to bigger roads to get your bearings.
>Drive with traffic and blend right in. (Dice)

You switch on the engine, pull out, and drive off as normally as possible. You don’t want to stand out to anybody more than you have to. You figure it’s better to stay on smaller streets, both because of the lighter traffic and because you don’t want to be seen if they put out a notice for the car you’re driving. But they couldn’t possibly figure out what car that dead guy owned so fast, since you took his identification. Score one for you.

After about fifteen minutes of aimless driving, and a couple near misses of you almost getting into minor auto-motive collisions with your fellow road-goers, you’re no closer to figuring out where you are. At least you’re far away from where you started. The lights and streets blur together. You need to get your bearings somehow.

>Head to bigger streets. You’ll pick up on it from there.
>Every once in a while, park and get out so you can read signs. How people do this while driving, you’ll never know.
>Stop and ask for directions. You’re not afraid of telling someone you’re lost.
>Drive Normal (Dice)
>Drive slowish (Dice)
>Other (?)

>>32192416
>>Stop and ask for directions. You’re not afraid of telling someone you’re lost.
just play it cool and if anyone asks about your skin just say your sick

Rolled 49

>>32192416
>Every once in a while, park and get out so you can read signs. How people do this while driving, you’ll never know.
>Drive slowish (Dice)

Rolled 92

>Stop and ask for directions. You’re not afraid of telling someone you’re lost.
not too proud at this point to ask

>>32192416
>Stop and ask for directions. You’re not afraid of telling someone you’re lost.

Rolled 99

>>32192416
>Drive Normal (Dice)
>Every once in a while, park and get out so you can read signs. How people do this while driving, you’ll never know.
>Other (?)
Payphone. It will have a phonebook. Phonebooks have maps. We can figure out where we are and call the Hallows to ask what in the world happened and make sure we didn't eat one of them or something.

Rolled 4

>>32192416
>Every once in a while, park and get out so you can read signs. How people do this while driving, you’ll never know.
>Drive Normal (Dice)

>>32192416
don't bus stops usually have maps and stuff on them? one of those somewhere quiet should help you get your bearings.

>>32192464
Well, they're demon hunters, so they should be fine. Isaac seemed to expect you RAGEing out was a possibility, and they did have backup en route when you went in anyway.
While they might be wary of you after this episode, especially Rowan, they're pretty much the only people you can really turn to. Just be ready to apologize. A lot, depending on whether you winged one of them/what they saw you do. To be fair, getting assaulted by both the murderer of your best friend and a fully fledged demon seem like reasonably good excuses for losing it.

Driving takes up all your attention. It’s all you can do not to run into people and still maintain speed of traffic. People honk at you almost constantly. And then you almost hit a guy when you’re getting over lanes, having missed him when you checked the mirror. They really ought to make this crap bigger.

Eventually you can’t handle it anymore. You need to at least know what street you’re on. You start pulling over every couple blocks to check the signs. And then you find one you recognize. Poppy Road. Yep. You know exactly where you are. You’re fairly certain you can get to the Hallows’ place from here, if you wanted.

But… do you want to? You look over to a nearby Seven-Eleven. They’ve got payphones. Maybe you could call ahead and canvass the situation. It’s possible you did something regrettable. You’re not even certain they’re still alive. Maybe it’s Rowan and Isaac’s blood on your right now. (-2 Sanity: 94/100)

You strangle out those thoughts. They’re not doing you any good right now.

>Head back to the house.
>Payphone it up.
>Wait. What the heck am I going to do with a stolen dead guy car? (Really, what?)
>Other (?)

>>32192685
>Payphone it up.

>>32192685
>Payphone it up.

>>32192685
>Payphone it up.

>>32192685
>Head back to the house.

Drop the car a couple blocks away and walk the rest.

>>32192685
>>Wait. What the heck am I going to do with a stolen dead guy car? (Really, what?)

Drive it to a chop shop. Get some cash.

>>32192685
>Payphone it up.
Make sure their OK. It'll be good for our mind to learn they're OK, and if it turns out that we did something they want to kill us for, well it's better for our life to find out about it on the phone.

>Wait. What the heck am I going to do with a stolen dead guy car? (Really, what?)
We know any chop shops?

If not, remove the plates, melt them with fireclaws, then torch the thing in a secluded place.

>>32192685
>Payphone it up.
>Wait. What the heck am I going to do with a stolen dead guy car? (Really, what?)

Should probably ditch the car. Bringing it back to the Hallows place is just asking for trouble.

Maybe Issac can come pick us up?

>Payphone it up.
>Wait. What the heck am I going to do with a stolen dead guy car? (Really, what?)
hmm a good question a peace offering to the hollows?

>>32192685
>Payphone it up.
>Wait. What the heck am I going to do with a stolen dead guy car? (Really, what?)
Drive out a few miles, find a secluded place and torch it.

>>32192685
Phone them, after leaving the car where it is least conspicuous and/or most likely to get stolen by the local scum and disposed of for you. Be ready to be incredibly apologetic about whatever it is you have done, these are the only people you can really turn to. You really hope you didn't hurt anyone who wasn't an evil psycho.

>>32192761
>hey, have a fourth car! Now you can add "stolen vehicle" to your collection!
No.

>>32192792
Noisy, but might be the best we can do.

You head over to the payphone, trying to keep a low profile as you go. You take a few minutes to leaf through the book and find Hallows. Man, there’s a bunch. Luckily the cupholders in the car had change and change to spare. You start dialing. Some don’t answer. Some do. They’re all wrong.

The last one isn’t.

“Hello, you’ve reached the Hallows,” comes Harvey’s voice. His voice sounds strained. “Well. Just me actually. Now’s not a good time.

It takes a second to bring your voice up to speech levels.

Harvey fills the silence. “Hello?”

“It’s uh… me. Sierra,” you say lamely.

There’s a pause. “You need to talk to mom. Do you have a pen?” He knows you don’t know Cassandra’s phone number.

>I’d rather talk to you.
>Hit me. I can remember it.
>So. What uh... What happened?
>I'm so sorry.
>It wasn't my fault.
>Other (?)

>>32192899
>>So. What uh... What happened?

>>32192899
>Hit me. I can remember it.
>I'm so sorry.
>So. What uh... What happened?

>>32192899
>>Hit me. I can remember it.
>>So. What uh... What happened?

>>32192899
>So. What uh... What happened?
>I'm so sorry.

>>32192899
>So. What uh... What happened?

>I'm so sorry
>So. What uh... What happened?
>Hit me. I can remember it.
>I'm so sorry.

>>32192899
>Hit me. I can remember it.
>So. What uh... What happened?

Let's get caught up on what happened back there, if all of them are alright, if they know if the Stygian is dead or alive.

>I'm so sorry.

>>32192899
Well, he doesn't sound like he wants you dead. This is good.

blend of
>what happened
>sorry

is there a pen or something in the booth for the number? unless you really can remember.

>>32192899
>So. What uh... What happened? Last thing I remember is trying to get away from the stygian guy and then everything went black.
>Is everyone ok?

>Other (?)
This might sound kinda fucked up at first, but we regenerate so it doesn't really matter.
Lightly scratching the number into our arm with a claw would work. Not deep enough to scar, just deep enough to read it. It should be gone within a day.

>>32192899
>I’d rather talk to you.
>I'm so sorry.

>>32192978
Second this

Rolled 17

>>32192978
This lets do this

>>32193062
rather not you want to take more of a sanity loss?

>>32192978
first part is good, also probably saying sorry preemptively.

maybe hold off on scratching yourself up further unless you can't remember the number though.

“Yeah sure,” you say. “But I kind of don’t exactly uh…” you trail off for a second.

“Sierra?”

You steel yourself as best you can before you ask. “What happened? What about the Stygian and everyone? Are they okay?”

“You killed Meckor’s lieutenant. We’re all still alive, though. But you really should talk to mom. You ready for that number?”

“Hit me,” you say. He gives you the number. You hesitate before hanging up. “I’m really sorry.”

“I know,” he says. “Just talk to mom.”

“Okay,” you say. You hang up, appease the payphone with more quarters, and then dial the number Harvey gave you. You feel numb inside.

It rings for a moment before Cassandra’s voice answers. “Hello?”

You can’t bring yourself to say anything.

After a second, Cassandra speaks again. “I knew you’d call,” she says. “Are you okay? Where are you?”

>I could use a ride.
>I’m fine.
>I’m not fucking okay.
>What did I do to them?
>I’m so sorry.
>I didn’t want this to happen.
>Other (?)

>>32193234
>What did I do to them?
>I didn’t want this to happen.
>I’m so sorry.
>I could use a ride.

>>32193234
>>What did I do to them?

>>32193234
>I’m so sorry.
>I could use a ride.

Rolled 6

>>32193234
>I’m so sorry.
>I’m not fucking okay.
>I could use a ride.

>>32193234
>I'm so sorry
>What happened?

>>32193234
>What did I do to them?
>I’m so sorry.

>>32193234
>What did I do to them?
>I’m so sorry.
>I didn’t want this to happen.

>>32193234
>Sorry
>what did I do
>didn't want this

try to supress the guilt that you ruined some of the clothes she helped you find and bought for you. even if it was only thrift store stuff, it's the emotional symbolism really.

>i could use a ride

>>32193234
>>I didn’t want this to happen.
>I could use a ride.

We are the saddest spree killer.

Lets overstress again. That oughta be fun.

>>32193406
haha, let's not.

apologies are more cathartic than stressful anyway.

>>32193406
ah while i say yes to that but not here were in a 7-11 not the best place to have a freak out

>>32193470
We don't exactly have precise control over it. I think anon was referring to the awkward phone conversation we are about to have, whihc is considering to circumstances should be stressfull.

We will probably be fine though.

>>32193406
>>32193465
>>32193470
>>32193569
I don't think we're in any danger of that happening. They're probably going to get us somewhere away from anyone who could get hurt and make sure we're mentally stable before laying anything really heavy on us.

>>32193234
>I could use a ride.
>What did I do to them?
>I’m so sorry.
>I didn’t want this to happen.
On the plus side, everyone's alive and the bad guys are dead. Far better than the news could have been.

Funny thing, I don't think we're sorry we killed people. We're sorry we couldn't be relied on, and that they might not trust us anymore.

I like to think that Sierra is a complete nutter and we're just the voices in her head,

>>32193663
She's not totally crazy, but we are the voices in her head. Most hellborn are a lot worse than we are.

>>32193657
Pretty much. Sierra went there looking to kill Trevon. Everyone there were asshole Crabs who deserved what they got.

But freaking out and causing trouble for Isaac and Rowan was something she didn't want to do.

>>32193663
>and we're just the voices in her head
Pretty much.

>>32193657
We did about as well as we could, but yeah. That sounds about right.

>>32193657
She might be scared of being kicked out on the streets again too.

>>32193682
let me guess the other hellborn are forced to use twitch right?

“I’m sorry,” you say, doing what you can to keep your voice from shaking. “I’m really, really sorry, Cassandra. I –“ you begin saying more, but she cuts you off.

“Shh,” she says. “It’s okay, Sierra. Really. Everything’s going to be fine.”

“What did I do to them?” you ask flatly.

“I’m with Rowan in the hospital.” Rowan’s in the hospital? Maybe you broke her back or something, and she’ll have to be like Oracle for the rest of her life. “She’s going to be okay, though, don’t worry! She’s tough,” Mrs. Hallow is quick to add, knowing where your train of thought has taken you. “Isaac was here a while ago, but he went back out to look for you. Do you know where you are?”

You nod, even though no one can see it. “I’m at the Seven-Eleven on Poppy Road.” You know she’s going to send Isaac to find you when you once she knows where you are, so you don’t bother asking for a ride.

“Thank goodness. Okay, listen, stay right where you are. I think Borislav is closer to you than Isaac, I’ll send him your way – don’t worry about him, he’s a friend.”

“Who?” You vaguely recall Rowan calling some guy name Boris in the car, but that’s it.

“You can trust him. He’s in a red pickup, he’ll find you, okay? I need to call some people now, stay where you are!”

>>32193657
That seems pretty accurate.

We're fine with killing crabs who deserved it, but we aren't happy about losing control. We hate not being in control of ourself and we're afraid that they'll we're like some kind of rabid dog because of this.

>>32193720
I'll bet every other time we were in a foster home we had an 'episode' and were promptly gotten rid of.

We probably expect it to happen again.

>>32193745

“Yeah,” you answer weakly.

“All right. I’m hanging up now. See you soon, Sierra.”

The call ends. You lean up on the side of the store while you wait. Several minutes later, a rusty red pickup truck with most of the paint worn off pulls up diagonally, taking up two spaces in front of you. A blue tarp covers a bunch of stuff in the bed.

A grizzly man several years your senior leans out the window and waves violently at you. “Dyevushka! Come!” He has a thick beard, almost as thick as his Russian accent, and wild, unkempt hair.

>Are you demonbane too?
>Nice truck. Where'd you get it? 1902?
>Where are we going?
>Other (?)

>>32193758
Just get in silently

>>32193758
>>Nice truck. Where'd you get it? 1902?

>>32193763
yea this one

>>32193758
>Other (?)
Did we rip the plate off of deadguy's car? We probably should.
Then get in the pickup.

>>32193758
>Where are we going?

>>32193758
>>Nice truck. Where'd you get it? 1902?
>>Where are we going?
>>Other (?)
try not to look as miserable as we feel

>>32193763
Second this

>>32193758
>>Nice truck. Where'd you get it? 1902?
>>Where are we going?
Also we should get in, best not to stand here any longer than we have to.

>>32193782
We can probably just leave it. It's an old car in Oakland. It might sit there for weeks before anyone notices it.

>>32193758
>Are you Borislav?

I mean, clearly it's him but there's no harm in checking.

After that just go quiet, we've had one bugger of a day

>>32193794
for someone who feels miserable you sure are pulling out the snark with that 1902 line. I dunno if I would have the heart to say stuff like that after I found out I went berserk, killed 2 people and put a friend in the hospital.

>>32193824
The only dead person we didn't want to kill that I can think of is roof guy. Who is the other one?

>>32193824
>killed 2 people
That we know of.

>>32193824
Pretty sure we killed more than two people.

They probably deserved it anyway.

Why did we not just help out Tweed?

Trevon
Demon Tweedy
Possibly rooftop guy
Maybe others

>>32193876
>>32193883
ooook
was gonna say it's weird to be so peppy after murder, but looks like I'm outnumbered

>>32193758
>Other (?)
Let's just get in. Don't make a fuss

>>32193234
>You killed Meckor’s lieutenant.
Ha ha fuck you Tweed. Told you we'd kill ya.

>>32193906
Take note that we also lost some sanity so its kind of normal

>>32193902
He's a demon, can't be trusted

Also we did go there with the intention of kicking his ass, kinda strange to change sides in the middle of a fight.

And finally, he didn't offer us anything we wanted: 'a favour in future' doesn't cut it.

Now had he offered an explanation as to why we get lots of different demon powers, maybe we'd have been interested.

>>32193959
no
don't justify it like that
we're at 96/100
you guys are just more comfortable with killing than I am

>>32193906
We're more concerned with Isaac being angry with us because we went berserk after telling him we'd do our best not to and apparently putting his daughter in the hospital.

To reference some above posts, we probably have a history of similar violent episodes that kept getting us shuttled from foster home to foster home and expect to be polity but firmly given our things and shown the door.

>>32193982
Protip, people react to murdering others differently.

Especially if they lost some sanity.

>>32193902
Something about demons not being trustworthy. In hindsight he probably would've been more useful to us alive.

>>32193906
And one thing I forgot to mention in >>32193984 is that killing seems to put us in a really good mood. If we're peppy, it's probably BECAUSE of killing, not in spite of it.

Now THAT would be worrisome. I think on some level we're aware that isn't normal and that we should be horrified, but we just aren't.

>>32193959
>94/100
>normal
We are literally on verge. Only thing keeping us from going off again is plot armor.

>>32194032
Remember that we enjoy the taste of human blood. Probably flesh too, although we haven't had a chance to try that.

>>32194036
I thought 100/100 is sane.

>>32193982
Sierra is comfortable with killing. Killing people made her feel much calmer most of the times she did it.

She's not comfortable with going into an out of control blood-frenzy and winding up in a roof somewhere in Oakland, in a state of injury comparable to a gunshot victim.

>>32194036
That's the Insanity meter. 100 is good for that one.

The Stress meter is the one where high is bad. Our Stress meter is at [Exhausted] right now, probably because 3hp (really close to being dead) and we just got out of a blood rage.

>>32194036
The sanity count is subtracting from 100. I think we're almost totally sane right now.

>>32194036
That's our Sanity, not our Stress, we haven't lost much Sanity so we should be alright.

Our Stress is currently at Exhausted, we don't really have the energy to explosively freak out.

>>32193984
>apparently putting his daughter in the hospital.

I really hope that wasn't us

>>32194036
Yes, 94 San is normal. High is good for Sanity.

94 Stress would be bad, but the stress meter is locked at 0 right now because of exhaustion and stress is being dealt directly as San damage instead.

>>32194099
I guess we'll find out soon. Could be that Trevon did it. He had wounds from an earlier fight, we even mentioned that it looked like the wounds might be from Rowan's sword.

>>32194148
Yeah that's probably it.

>Hey Rowan, that guy that trashed you? Yeah 'bout that....

“I drove that car to get here,” you say, pointing at the car in question. You know your prints are in it.

Borislav looks from you to the car, and then back again. Understanding dawns on him a moment later. “Wait wait,” says Borislav. He hops out of his truck, leaving the engine idling, and motions you to come with him to dead guy’s car. You do as you’re bidden, and take a second to look the guy over. Borislav wears a faded pair of jeans, hiking boots, and a Star Wars T-shirt. His skin has a weathered quality to it, and he smells like trees and wood smoke.

He points sharply at the door. You get the message, and take out your keys and open it.

Boris gives a sharp whistle, and to your astonishment, a pair of squirrels dart down from a nearby tree, dart over, and leap into the car. They begin running around like mad, rubbing up against everything. You notice the particular attention they give to the steering wheel and door handles.

“Kleutchi takzhe,” says Borislav, snapping at you. “Fast! Davai!” He sees you don’t understand, so he pulls out a ring laden with a dozen keys and shakes it, then points with it toward the car.

>>32194189

Despite being ordered around in Russian and the inexplicable squirrels working on erasing your prints, your critical reasoning remains intact. You get what he means. You take out the Nissan’s keys and toss them into the car. The squirrels begin lending special attention to the keys in addition to everything else.

“And all is good,” pronounces Borislav, in a surprising moment of clarity. “Come.”

He leads you back to the truck. He climbs in his door, which he had left ajar, while you circle around and get in on the other side. Your seat is blocked by a huge accordion. Hastily, Boris grabs the instrument and jams it in the back. “All is good,” he says, grinning.

“Eh. You are Borislav, right?” you say, beginning to have doubts about getting into this man’s car.

“Da,” he says. “And you are Sierra, yes?”

You give a half-hearted smile. “The pointed teeth give it away?” the joke kind of makes you tired. You’re not feeling very funny right now. You just get in and say nothing else. There’s no seatbelt in Borislav’s truck, but whatever. You slam the door behind you.

>>32194070
>Killing people made her feel much calmer most of the times she did it.

I'm trying to imagine this conversation with Isaac later.

"Hey Isaac. Um... what if, hypothetically, there was something that someone does that really makes them feel good but it's sorta bad? Like, they KNOW that they shouldn't because it's kinda shameful but it really helps relieve stress?"

>He thinks it's a teenager being embarrassed about masturbation
>We're actually talking about murder

>>32194203

“Poyehkali,” says Borislav with some enthusiasm. He throws the truck into reverse, backs all the way out to the road, and then shifts down to first gear and guns it. He has a kind of binary understanding of brakes and the accelerator. It’s either full go or full stop, all the time. You find yourself clutching anything within arms reach out of instinct, out of fear of running into something.

>Who taught you how to drive?
>That squirrel thing was neat.
>Where are we going?
>Say nothing.
>Other (?)

>>32194221
>Where are we going?

>>32194189
Holy Shit, it's Squirrel Man!

>>32194221
>That squirrel thing was neat.

>>32194221
>That squirrel thing was neat.
>Ever starred in a Disney movie?
Alternatively
>I take it you know Snow White?

>>32194221
>That squirrel thing was neat.

Don't ask him where he learned to drive, we'll get some variation on 'Crazy Boris drive good you trust me! I drive in my sleep, you will see!' and then he falls asleep at the wheel.

>>32194221
>>Where are we going?

>>32194221
>That squirrel thing was neat.

>>32194221
Ladies and gentlemen, we've met the Paladins. Now meet the Druid.

I'll bet his wild shape is a bear, and I'll further bet no-one can tell the difference.

>Where are we going?

>>32194203
eh what kind of freaky friends dose Isaac make?
hang on we got a druid half deamon a sword teen and a crossbow guy almost got a DnD party here!
>That squirrel thing was neat.

>>32194221
>That squirrel thing was neat.

Try to fit a Snow White crack in somewhere.

>>32194267
>Bear
>Not giant squirrel drinking vodka

I will be sorely disappointed

>>32194293
His wild shape should be a Finn.

>>32194221
>>Who taught you how to drive?
>>That squirrel thing was neat.
>>Where are we going?

>>32194221
>That squirrel thing was neat. Can you teach me to do that?

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>>32194393
>Sierra with squirrel minions

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>>32194425
fixed that image for you

>>32194221
>>32194425
>Sierra with squirrel minions
This must happen OP
THIS MUST HAPPEN!

>>32194577
I'd honestly rather it doesn't.

>>32194549
>>32194577
please don't force your LOLRANDUMB into our quest kthxbai

“So,” you say, your brain trying to play catch up with what you just witnessed. “Squirrels. That was kind of neat. Snow White teach you that one? Or was it Cinderella?”

Borislav laughs. “Dyevushka,” he says, “chesna skazat, ya tyeba pochti nichyevo ne ponimayu.”

“You and me both, buddy,” you say. “Where are we going?”

“Mui ve balnitsu,” he says. He furrows his brow for a moment in concentration, and then snaps. “Hospital!” he says triumphantly. “You understand?”

You shrug. “Da,” you say. Well, you know at least that much Russian. You aren’t quite sure if you want to see Rowan right now. You specifically don’t want to see her reaction to you. However, you’re not sure how to explain that to Borislav, so you let it slide.

You drive for a while. At some point, Boris starts talking to you about stuff, but he doesn’t even make an effort to be understood. It’s whatever. It gives you something to focus on besides your own thoughts, and you can’t help but be mildly entertained by the charismatic energy behind whatever the hell it is he’s saying.

Eventually, you pull up in a hospital parking lot, and Boris looks over at you. “We arrive,” he says informatively. Then he opens a door and pops out. You notice he doesn’t bother locking the doors or much of anything, really. You find yourself almost jogging to keep up with him as he strides forward toward the building. Behind the wheel or on his feet, this guy doesn’t do anything half measure.

>>32194602

He’s been pretty chill with you so far, so you feel maybe you can be chill with him. Especially because he can’t understand anything you say.

>Do you think killing somebody makes you a worse person?
>It’s stuff like this that makes me feel like I don’t belong here.
>How do you go through life without understanding anything around you?
>(Try to get your appearance together. Dice)
>Other (?)

Rolled 30

>>32194616
>>Do you think killing somebody makes you a worse person?
>>It’s stuff like this that makes me feel like I don’t belong here.
>>How do you go through life without understanding anything around you?
>>(Try to get your appearance together. Dice)

>>32194616
I kinda don't want to get the appearance together. Rowan might not be as mad if we still look mostly shit. I'm also sorta curious as to whether Isaac has any input on veiny fangy modo.

>How do you go through life without understanding anything around you?

>>32194616
>Other (?)
I do not feel I can be chill with him
No chillness

Rolled 27

>>32194616
>>It’s stuff like this that makes me feel like I don’t belong here.
>>(Try to get your appearance together. Dice)

>>32194616
>>Do you think killing somebody makes you a worse person?
>>It’s stuff like this that makes me feel like I don’t belong here.
>>How do you go through life without understanding anything around you?

>>32194616
>>It’s stuff like this that makes me feel like I don’t belong here.

Probably closest to what's on Sierra's mind right now.

And I gotta go to bed or work will eat me alive tomorrow. I look forward to reading the rest when i get up.

Rolled 50

>>32194616
>Do you think killing somebody makes you a worse person?
>(Try to get your appearance together. Dice)

>>32194616
>It’s stuff like this that makes me feel like I don’t belong here.

kinda agree with >>32194645

>>32194616
>It’s stuff like this that makes me feel like I don’t belong here.
>How do you go through life without understanding anything around you?

Time for angst!

Rolled 27

>>32194616
>Do you think killing somebody makes you a worse person?
>(Try to get your appearance together. Dice)

Rolled 94

>>32194685
>>It’s stuff like this that makes me feel like I don’t belong here.
>(Try to get your appearance together. Dice)
They see me rolling

>>32194707
>They see me rolling
>94
>the dice hatin'

>>32194616
>>Do you think killing somebody makes you a worse person?
>>It’s stuff like this that makes me feel like I don’t belong here.
>>How do you go through life without understanding anything around you?
no need to fuss over our appearance

>>32194707
hmm mebey i should stop saying that when i roll i always seem to get bad numbers when i say it

>>32194779
You should probably sacrifice more goats, Anon. I hear that can sometimes appease the Random Number God

>>32194616
"Am I a bad person Boris? Just a naturally bad person who is going to end up in a bad place doing terrible things? I try, I really do, and I always end up back in the same sort of place covered in blood.

Everything I'm good at, everything my bloodline seems to excel at is the sort of thing that seems meant to be used for bad things."

>>32194602
>Borislav laughs. “Dyevushka,” he says, “chesna skazat, ya tyeba pochti nichyevo ne ponimayu.”

I suppose it doesn't matter, since Sierra doesn't get it either, but does anyone know what the hell this dude just said?

>>32194909
well lets see what goggle translate says

>>32194909
>>32194909
He's telling us about how much he loves squatting around and smoking.

>>32194926
It means little girl, apparently.

>>32194955
eh can someone else do it i have no idea how to get it to english

>>32194955
>honestly say I'll understand almost nothing.

>>32194982
Ok fine.

He's saying that he likes to wear tracksuits and we would look good in one

>>32194977
You have to click on the autocorrection it suggests, its missing some russian characters.

Americans and their monolinguism! He's saying sorry girl, I don't understand what you say. Regards non-Russian guy

>>32195013
I'm not saying 'you' know nothing Anon, I'm saying, google translate spat it out as

"Girl honestly say I'll understand almost nothing."

Or perhaps "Girl, I can honestly say I understand almost nothing [people say]"

Or are we gonna go all Abbot & Costello over this?

>>32195046

“I have to go through this kind of crap on a regular basis,” you tell Borislav, frustrated with your current situation. “I mean, I have a certain limit as to what I can take. I exceed it, and wham, everything’s fucking ruined. I burn the house down, scare my fake family, kill a kid. Whatever. And then, fuck all, I’m responsible. I don’t even remember what happens, most of the time. The world fucking can’t handle me losing my temper,” you explain. “I feel like a match living in a world of toothpicks.”

Borislav nods wisely at your complaints. “Is okay,” he tells you.

You can’t even muster the sarcastic grit necessary to snort at his ignorant reassurance. “Thanks,” you say flatly. Well. You kind of do feel a little bit better after unloading on somebody. (+1 Sanity: 95/100)

As you walk into the hospital, you can’t resist checking your teeth. They don’t look quite as sharp as they were earlier. Nobody would notice unless they watched you with undo attention. Maybe the drive helped you cool your proverbial jets.

A nurse moves to block your and Borislav’s path.

“I’m sorry, you can’t come back here,” she says.

Cassandra appears behind her. “Yes they can,” she says, brushing past the nurse to establish your right of way. Mrs. Hallow looks fatigued, but she brightens at the sight of you. She ushers you past the reluctant medical staff member and further down the hall.

>>32195099

“Thanks Boris, you’re an angel,” she says, stopping.

“Is nothing,” he says, inclining his head a bit. “I leave. Okay?”

“Okay,” says Cass. “Have a good night.”

“Spachonaya noch,” Boris says, waving and walking off.

You can tell Cassandra’s actively resisting the urge to give you a hug or something equally awkward and uncomfortable when she turns to look at you. “That’s Rowan’s room behind you,” she notes.

You turn. The little window in the door is dark.

“There’s a lot I want to say,” says Mrs. Hallow, “but Ro called dibs on seeing you first. Are you… okay with that, Sierra?” She looks at you carefully, lingering a bit on your pallid visage. “She’s asleep now, but knowing her she’ll snap to.”

>She wants to see me?
>I wouldn’t want to talk to me after what happened.
>I don’t want to wake her
>You know, I get it if you don’t want me going in there with her. You can just say it.
>Other (?)

>>32195118
>"Was it me?"

>>32195118
>I thought I was the one that put her in here. She wants to see me? I wouldn't want to see me after that.

>>32195118
>She wants to see me?
>You know, I get it if you don’t want me going in there with her. You can just say it.

>She wants to see me?
>I wouldn’t want to talk to me after what happened.

>>32195118
>>She wants to see me?
>>I wouldn’t want to talk to me after what happened.
>>You know, I get it if you don’t want me going in there with her. You can just say it.

>>32195118
>>You know, I get it if you don’t want me going in there with her. You can just say it.

>>32195118
>How badly did I hurt her?

guilt guilt guilt

>>32195118
>She wants to see me?

>>32195118
>She wants to see me?
>I don’t want to wake her
>"Was it me?"

>>32195118
>>She wants to see me?
>>I wouldn’t want to talk to me after what happened.
then
>You know, I get it if you don’t want me going in there with her. You can just say it.
>It was me wasn't it!?

“How bad is it?” you ask. You don’t want to know, but you need to know.

“A broken arm, bruised ribs. Some internal bleeding and minor burns,” says Cassandra, her lips becoming a very thin line.

That doesn’t sound too bad, but you feel Mrs. Hallow is downplaying Rowan’s injuries. You feel like crap. “I put her in there,” you say in resignation. You don’t know for sure, but everyone’s been hinting it. And Cassandra doesn’t refute it. “If I did the same thing to me, I wouldn’t want to see me again. Ever.”

Cassandra takes a breath. “But Rowan isn’t you, Sierra.”

You can tell she’s putting some effort into arguing this side of the story. “You know, “ you say, “you can just say if you don’t want me in there. I mean. I get it. I’m not going to get more miserable from not seeing the crap I put her through.”

“I can’t make your decisions for you,” says Cassandra. “And I can’t make Rowan’s. I’m not going to hold it against you either way.”

Dammit. Why do people keep making you choose crap?

> If she really wants to see me, I owe it to her.
> She’s seen enough of me to last a lifetime.
>Other (?)

>>32195445
>> If she really wants to see me, I owe it to her.

>>32195445
>If she really wants to see me, I owe it to her.

>>32195445
> She’s seen enough of me to last a lifetime.

>>32195445
> If she really wants to see me, I owe it to her.

>>32195445
>> She’s seen enough of me to last a lifetime.

>>32195445
> If she really wants to see me, I owe it to her.

>>32195445
> If she really wants to see me, I owe it to her.

> If she really wants to see me, I owe it to her.
because we got to give the voices in your head something to bicker about Sierra got to keep them entertained you wont like us when we are bored

>>32195445
>> She’s seen enough of me to last a lifetime.

>>32195445
>If she really wants to see me, I owe it to her.

We put her in hospital, she has the right to yell at us.

>>32195445
> If she really wants to see me, I owe it to her.

>>32195502
This.
See if we can send her that message.

Also, I forget how to roll dice here.

So what the hell did we do to her?

Did she just get bowled over whilst we were aboard the crazy-train or did we pin her down and try to drink her blood or something?

>>32195640
Pretty sure we're controlling Sierra, not some voices in her head.

If Rowan really wants to see you that bad, you guess you can’t really go against it. You’ve done a good job of ruining her day thus far. Maybe it’s just a drop in the bucket of atoning for this, but at least it’s a drop in the right direction.

“If she really wants me to go in there,” you say, unsure of yourself, “I guess I owe it to her.”

Cassandra nods silently, and then opens the door for you.

You move inside. The sharp smell of antiseptic, the airy taste of cotton, and the general plastic flavor of hospitals greet you.

The door clicks shut behind you, and you edge forward. The lights are dim, but you can make out Rowan tucked into a hospital bed. She’s got an IV set up and an EKG and everything. It beeps in time with Ro’s heartbeat.

Not feeling able to do anything else, you pull up a chair and sit down. You stay there for a couple minutes in silence, listening to the EKG monitor do its work.

Rowan stirs. She opens her eyes and looks at you, and then back up at the ceiling. “We didn’t think you’d cut through the flank that fast,” she says in a bland tone.

>And I thought you’d cut through the middle faster.
>I needed to get to Trevon before you did.
>I didn’t think I’d cut through that fast either.
>You underestimated me.
>That’s probably because I didn’t tell you I’m part Verwelken. I should have said something earlier, but I didn’t know how.

>And I thought you’d cut through the middle faster

>>32195697
>>And I thought you’d cut through the middle faster.
>>I needed to get to Trevon before you did.

>>32195697
>>I didn’t think I’d cut through that fast either.

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>>32195645
> The Crazy Train

>>32195697
>I didn’t think I’d cut through that fast either.
>I needed to get to Trevon before you did.

>>32195697
>Look at her HP bar
>I needed to get to Trevon before you did.

>>32195697
>>I needed to get to Trevon before you did.
>>You underestimated me.

>>32195697
>That’s probably because I didn’t tell you I’m part Verwelken. I should have said something earlier, but I didn’t know how. I didn't even know the name Verwelken.

>>32195697
>I didn’t think I’d cut through that fast either.

>>32195697
>That’s probably because I didn’t tell you I’m part Verwelken. I should have said something earlier, but I didn’t know how.

>>32195697
>>I didn’t think I’d cut through that fast either.

>>32195697
>No option for 'I'm sorry/how are you feeling?'

>>32195751
geeze make up your own options

>>32195697
>I didn’t think I’d cut through that fast either.
Let's not tell her we're Verwalken.

>>32195697
>I needed to get to Trevon before you did.
>I didn’t think I’d cut through that fast either
>That’s probably because I didn’t tell you I’m part Verwelken. I should have said something earlier, but I didn’t know how

>>32195697
>I needed to get to Trevon before you did.
>I didn’t think I’d cut through that fast either.

>>32195751
yea quite you those are guidelines if you can come up with something better just say it and we will desisde if we like it better

>>32195765
This

>I needed to get to Trevon before you did.
>I didn’t think I’d cut through that fast either

>>32195697
>It helped that it was pretty dark in there.
>I needed to get to Trevon before you did.
>Sorry...

also what >>32195727 said. Look at her hp.

>>32195765
Agreed.

Also ask her wtf happened?