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Thus dressed to face the day, you pull on a pair of sneakers and head downstairs. Sally is there to greet you, laying on the tiled floor of the foyer. She springs to her feet with surprising agility considering the bandages covering her abdomen, but instead of jumping up to greet you she merely nudges your thigh with the top of her head. Seems she's still not quite feeling back to normal.

You make your way through your home to the kitchen and quickly whip up a breakfast of bacon and eggs, along with a pot of the blackest coffee to drive the last vestiges of sleep from your clouded mind. As you sit down at the kitchen island to break your fast, you begin to wonder about the task of the day.

You think you're fairly well equipped in terms of weaponry, clothing, and camping gear; however, you may want to look into body armor considering you'll be in a barren, isolated wasteland with a man who has previously murdered you in cold blood. You might also wish to head down to the shooting range and reacquaint yourself with what it's like to fire a weapon.

Claire is supposed to have her father drive her home around one in the afternoon. You'll want to be here to greet her. Last but not least, there is a world of spirits out there for you to explore. You might try a spot of hunting.

>Just relax until Claire get home, watch a movie or something.
>Do some research online regarding spirits while you have the chance.
>Find a place to buy ballistic armor that can stop a rifle round.
>Head down to the range and fire off a few rounds.
>Voyage into the woods to hunt for spirits.
>Hunt for spirits in the city, see what sort you find.
>Write-in

>>37394079
>>Hunt for spirits in the city, see what sort you find.

Been ages.

>>37394079
>>Do some research online regarding spirits while you have the chance.
I am curious as to what we can actually dig up. And I do not want to get tied by spirit hunting and miss the wife coming back home after we asked her to come back.

>>37394079
>Voyage into the woods to hunt for spirits.
Hunting in the security is a fast way to end up in jail.
also
>don not doing his exercises
I vaguely remember that being a thing he did

>>37394079
>>Find a place to buy ballistic armor that can stop a rifle round.
>>Head down to the range and fire off a few rounds.
>get somewhere safe-ish and practice
I'd rather git gud with the spirits we have right now, before trying to be a jack of all traits(hwo does that phrase even go?), we have enough on our hands, let's nto get greedy so soon.
We need to practice a whole lot of spirit shit.
Here's the stuff from my .txt
>>LQ:
>General
Summoning spirits
Communing
"Stepping"
>Stag
Fireballs
Pure heat manipulation
Light
Fire resistance
Melting metal
Smoke
precision in general
>Glutton
Conceptual application
Making deals?
>War
Make a fucking pact or something, maybe
Find out what he's about
Learn German, maybe?
>Anastasia
Get her to be friendly
Find out what she's about
Find out why she thinks she's the Romanov princess
>Face fucker in the lift
Fuck that guy
>Jackalope
He dead, nigga, can't do nuthin' :'(
>>37394217
>googling shady things in the age of shadowrungoogle
You sure that's a good idea? It's been implied that we're not the only shaman, and I doubt the others are incredibly friendly.

>>37394079
>>Do some research online regarding spirits while you have the chance.
>>Find a place to buy ballistic armor that can stop a rifle round.

>>37394275
>inb4 the friendliest dudes ever

>>37394280
>>37394217
>Research

>>37394275
>>37394280
>Armor

>>37394275
>Firing range

>>37394235
>Hunt in the woods

>>37394152
>Hunt in the city

>>37394275
>Practice with your current binds

You'll do some research and find a place to buy armor.

>>37394275
>jack of all traits
Jack of all trades

>>37394360
We gonna have to roll for dons ability to find actual shit about spirits?

>>37394385
Yeah, you can go ahead and roll now. 3d10 flat vs DC... 12 for basic shit, 18 for more interesting shit. 20 for secrets.

Rolled 7, 1, 2 = 10 (3d10)

>>37394434

Rolled 1, 7, 6 = 14 (3d10)

>>37394434
Damn
Gluttony desires the best of rolls

Rolled 1, 1, 8 = 10 (3d10)

>>37394434
/x/ pls gib magik

Pffthahahaha.

Rolled 10, 10, 3 = 23 (3d10)

>>37394434

>>37394483
>>37394463
>>37394459
>tfw

>>37394459
>>37394463
>>37394483
>10, 14, 10
>Total failure!
Huh, I was expecting you to at least beat the 12 DC. Writin'

>>37394459
>>37394483
Man, you guys suck even more than I do.

>>37394536
I was both of those

>>37394550
Why why would you do that

>>37394742
I figured I couldn't do that bad twice

>>37394550
You ruined it, we could have had a 23 instead of your shitty 10.
>>37394804
You quite obviously overestimated yourself, in that case.

You decide to do some research online once you've finished your breakfast, and maybe find a good place to buy military grade body armor. You doubt you'll be spoiled for choice in that regard, not many places sell the sort of thing you're looking for. At least, not openly. There are all sorts of special permits a vendor needs to get and most places don't bother.

It doesn't take long for you to polish off your eggs and bacon, you give what few leftovers you have to Sally before filling up her bowls with dry food and water. Once your dog has been cared to, you make your way back upstairs to your bedroom. You have a fairly massive desktop complete with an old fashioned tower. Not the most ergonomic of computing options, but certainly the most powerful and cheapest in the long run.

Taking a seat behind your desk you boot up your computer. Your dual screens flare to life, the windows logo displayed briefly before a log-on screen appears. Microsoft collapsed late in the twenty-first century due to backroom corporate dealings that never quite became public knowledge. Regardless, one of their programmers leaked the source code for most of their products and open source development continued.

You type in your password and strike the enter key, the log-on screen replaced by a full suite of read outs and a few scattered shortcuts. You've got connection and proxy information, as well as a number of buttons you can use to quickly deactivate all network connectivity or perform any number of other operations. It's all fairly standard in this day and age.

Opening up a web browser reveals the google search bar, largely unchanged save for the innumerable notifications from social media platforms and news readouts that clutter the page. Most of the clutter is from services owned and operated by the Google megacorporation, services you're obligated to use if you want to take advantage of the largest and most comprehensive catalog of information in recorded human history.

(1/2)

You begin your search by simply searching the word 'spirits'. You find a number of articles related to 'school spirit' or 'national spirit', but nothing particularly relevant to the metaphysical concept of a spirit. You do find something of minor interest. Opening one link you find it directs you to a website for a church of some sort headquartered in the Appalachian Mountains. They call themselves the Brothers and Sisters of the Harmonious Aether. They preach a rejection of monotheistic religious practices and instead revere the 'Gods of our ancestors'. Whatever that means. They don't actually elucidate the nature of their deities on their website.

You copy down an address deep in the backwoods of West Virginia and move on. Sadly, besides a wiki article relating the various meanings of the word 'Spirit' and the nigh ubiquitous belief in spirits of some sort by nearly every culture on the planet you don't find much else of interest. Instead you turn your attention to finding a place to buy body armor.

It doesn't take more than a simple search to bring up a gun store in Richmond operating out of an old abandoned National Guard armory that sells military grade body armor in addition to rare and hard to find weaponry. You type the address into a mapping app on your phone, directions appearing at the bottom of the screen.

>Leave now.
>Relax until Claire gets home, then leave.
>Write-in

>>37395025
Go hunting in the woods, but don't stray too far. We'll buy the body armor later in the day/tomorrow.

>>37395025
>>Relax until Claire gets home, then leave.

>>37395025
>Relax until Claire gets home, then leave.

>>37395025
>Leave now.
No reason not too. We've still got plenty of time to get there and back.

>>37395025
>>Leave now.
If we can make it back in time for Claire.
If not, then practice our powers.

>>37395025
>Relax until Claire gets home, then leave.

>>37395025
How long until claire gets home?

>>37395025
>Hillbilly spirit cult
Oh boy. I guess we ought to find time to drive out that way and look into it.

>>37395115
It's about 8AM and she gets back about 1PM. You've got 5 hours.

>>37395143
Oh, how far away is the gun store?

>>37395154
It'll take about a half hour to drive there, another half hour back. Shouldn't take more than an hour or two to do your shopping and make your purchases.

>>37395125
Nah, I'd rather not risk associating with them for being the servant of Satan.

>Relax until Claire gets home.
Writin'

>>37395317
Fuck, I didn't get to vote between asking questions and making food.

>>37395317
Can't we at least do practice/experimentation, if the alternative is doing nothing at all?

>>37395317
>>37395363
Yeah, or continue with the failed research.

>>37395363
Lets cook some german food
And use our stag fire for the heat

>>37395363
You'll experiment a bit and do a little more research.

>>37395414
Should we roll again?

You google the name of that cult in the mountains just to see if anything interesting pops up in association with their name. There are a few news articles relating their charitable works and the various ways in which they've given back to the community, and of course their website. However, you also find an article from a few years back related to a number of missing persons cases in Pocahontas County, West Virginia. The same place that cult is headquartered.

Apparently a number of cult members were suspected, but ultimately acquitted when the bodies of various tourist and locals were found in a cave in the hills. Not much of them was left after the wolves got to them. Ever since wolves were reintroduced to the region two hundred some-odd years ago the number of animal attacks has sky rocketed. You don't know who thought that was a good idea.

You close your browser and put the computer to sleep, deciding to try out some of these powers of yours in the backyard where you hopefully won't burn anything down. You make your way downstairs and into the kitchen, pulling open the sliding glass door that opens into the fenced yard. Sally bolts past you, doing a slow (for her) lap around the yard while you shut the door behind you.

There isn't much in the way of decoration in your yard. Some lawn furniture, a covered hot tub, and some scattered dog toys are just about all there is to see. You consider how you want to apply your new found powers, for now ignoring Sally as she butts her head against your thigh. She has a rope toy in her mouth and seems eager to work off some excess energy.

>You'll just try shooting some fire balls into the air, or something.
>Try to 'step' like you've seen spirits do. Just a short distance.
>Test the new limits of your endurance with some simple exercises
>Try to contact the spirits you've bound, just to see if it's possible.
>Write-in

>>37395689
Fire is too flashy and we're under the open sky.
>Try to contant the spirits you've bound, just to see if it's possible.
First of all is seeing if we have an info source.

>>37395689
>Try to 'step' like you've seen spirits do. Just a short distance.
>Try to contact the spirits you've bound, just to see if it's possible.

>>37395689
So werewolves then?

>>37395689
>Try to 'step' like you've seen spirits do. Just a short distance.

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>>37395689
>Try to 'step' like you've seen spirits do. Just a short distance.

Shut up Don Wolves are cool

>>37395861
>>37395819
>>37395743
>Step

>>37395743
>Contact

ROOOOOLL 3d10+4 (+4 from spirit binds) vs DC 18 (Base 20, -2 from having seen it done)

Rolled 4, 10, 9 + 4 = 27 (3d10 + 4)

>>37395890

Rolled 9, 9, 1 + 4 = 23 (3d10 + 4)

>>37395890
Hello my honey

Rolled 10, 8, 4 + 4 = 26 (3d10 + 4)

>>37395890
THE SPIRITUAL SLIDE

>>37395910
>>37395912
>>37395914
>27, 23, 26 vs DC 18
>Success!
Damn, where were these rolls earlier? Anyway, writin'

>>37395910
>>37395912
>>37395914
NOICE

>>37395931
Obviously the dice gods want us to know about the spooky cult
Time to get some followers?
Was there anything in our deal about showing off our powers?
I know we cant say "Nigga I was dead then I made a deal with the devil and now I eat people"
But can we do some sick ass shit and let people see?

>>37395931
>We "Step" so good we "step" out of our skin and flesh

>>37395979
>some poor fuck sees a skeleton suddenly appear in his shitter

>>37395931
We better poof away into a cloud of black smoke
I want this luci vibe to keep going

>>37395996
I doubt that would happen, it's not Halloween yet.
This isn't the time to be spooky.

>>37396042
>lucifer vibe
>POOF

Yeah real impressive there your princely darkness. Real intimidating, uh huh.

>>37395931
fucking nice..we just learned the shit out of this step.

>>37396074
Its better than a cloud of bats

>>37395861
I'd let this guy negotiate the terms of my not death

>>37396096
Point.

>>37396101
>>37396096
>>37396074
>>37396042
Obviously a ball of flame is the superior poof specimen

>>37396096
>implying bleeding away into nothingness like we were slowly erased/washed away from reality/existence itself, all color turning to black isn't the superior choice

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>>37396074
There's only one prince of darkness I'd pledge my respect and loyalty to

>>37395965
I think instead of getting followers..
we should focus on gaining strength. and find out more about our powers.
I would think powering up the stag would be great. Super fireballs, and walking around the desert.. like it's about 70 degrees out side is nice. Or take a flame thrower to the face..
Flame thrower TO THE FUCKING FACE
Slide(done)
Testing limits
Contacting our contracts
Seeing if we can eat weaker spirits just to power up certain contracts.

>>37396183
>implying worship wouldn't make us stronger
Come on now, this entire quest is full of religious shit and you think worship wouldn't do some cool shit?

>>37396183
>sliding
Please read the quest, or at least the thread, gods this is silly.
>>37396223
I'm personally pretty sure it wouldn't, we're nto a spirit.

On a scale from one to ten.
How lucifer is don?

>>37396223
>Wanting to be worshiped
That never ends well

>>37396276
2
A whole 2

>>37396276
Don doesn't measure up to even the mole hair on his heel.

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You run your fingers through your hair, trying to decide what to do. You don't know if shooting fire into the air is a good idea. It's not what you'd describe as 'subtle' and you have a pretty broad definition of the word. Stepping seems fairly harmless, and you felt compelled to try it yesterday. You decide you'll try it now, even though you don't feel the abundance of spiritual power you did after consuming the jackalope.

You focus on a point at the opposite end of the yard, picturing yourself vanishing into thin air and reappearing where you will it. You brace yourself, anticipating the disorienting lurch of rapid motion. However, nothing happens. You're left staring into empty space like an idiot for a solid ten minutes.

Eventually you relax, sighing. You decide you'll try a different tactic. You simply close your eyes and picture the opposite end of the yard. You feel an odd sensation, a tugging in your gut. A longing for something you can't quite put your finger on.

A sound like paper tearing fills the air and you feel yourself lurching forward. Your eyes snap open instinctively to reveal a barren landscape rushing past you. The land is covered in a thick, impenetrable fog and rifts tear the sky asunder. They reveal glimpses of strange, alien landscapes. Of towering structures and the darkest forest. You feel a lump form in your throat as you look down to find the ground far, far beneath you. You must be a hundred feet in the air.

In an instant it all vanishes. There's that sound like paper tearing and a soft pop as you reappear on the opposite end of your yard. Your legs give out beneath you as they come to rest once more on solid ground, your stomach roiling. Just keeping down your breakfast proves an almost impossible task, though you manage.
(1/2)

Sally whines as she trots across the yard, sniffing you warily. You reach up to pet her, but she flinches away. Frowning, you push yourself into a seated position. Sally has backed a few feet away, staring at you with wide, terror filled eyes. You glance down at yourself, but don't find anything overly strange. Black smoke boils off your skin in a number of places, but there are no wounds to be seen.

After a few minutes you stop smoking and Sally calms down. She approaches once more and sniffs you, apparently deeming you acceptable because she proceeds to bump the top of her head into your chest affectionately. You scratch behind her ears absentmindedly while considering your next move.

>Test the limits of your ability to 'Step'.
>Try contacting your bound spirits.
>Write-in

Sadly I need to head to class, so we'll be taking a 2-ish hour break. I'll continue when I get back.

>>37396431
>>37396407
>this shit
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

>>37396431
>>Try contacting your bound spirits.
Getting advice on our powers from their owners would be nice.
Even getting more information about the spirit world would be greatly appreciated.

>>37396431
>>Try contacting your bound spirits.
Let's not mess with alien dimensions and black smoke that taints our presence as scary right now, eh?

>>37396431
>Test the limits of your ability to 'Step'.
This is the best thing ever

>>37396431
>Try contacting your bound spirits.

>>37396431
>>Test the limits of your ability to 'Step'.

can we go places we can't see? places we've never been?

>>37396838
Lets go to paris, pick up some nice shit for claire

>>37396431
>Try contacting your bound spirits.

>>37396431
>>Try contacting your bound spirits.

>>37396838
>>37396863
That is incredibly irresponsible, no thanks.
>>37396431
>>Try contacting your bound spirits.

>>37396863
Small time son, lets rob a bank.
You know what, lets rob fort knox!

>>37396431
>Test the limits of your ability to 'Step'.

>>37396915
>oh god my guts are now gold bars

>>37396942
>sweet my guts are now golden
FTFY

>>37396942
Nigger we still have our clothes don't we?

Something to note about testing those guns we bought: they are almost certainly illegal. Using them at a range is a bad idea, especially the PDW. Full-auto fire is very distinctive.

>>37396431
>>Try contacting your bound spirits.
Let's not plunge right into Stepping so soon again, a'ight?
>>37397021
I guess we'll just shoot what's there, to get back into the mindset and shit about shooting in general.

>>37397021
>almost certainly illegal
Its america isn't it?
Shit probably ain't illegal

>>37396969
Aye, but we traveled with those on us. Mums the word on not ending up in a filled gold crate.

We could test by trying to step "onto" or "into" somebody, or something..

>>37397073
>oh god my guts are now EVERYWHERE

>>37396955
Mik pls go

>>37397132
You should die already.
Everyone will be happier

>>37397148
Don't insult others just because they tell you when you're being retarded.

>>37397050
Gun laws are dependent on state, but a Short Barrel Rifle requires a $200 federal tax stamp. a Class 3 (full auto) is another $200 stamp. and several months to approve usually.

>>37397172
I'll insult doomsayers everyday of the week if I want to

>>37397141
Really, Mik is just way too insane for this quest, I kind of want to play Don as a smart exmilitary casual guy who can take some shit in stride.

>>37397021
Sorry officer just practicing my bump fire

>>37397204
Sounds cool doubt it'll happen tho

>>37397190
Not really doomsaying, though. It's a joke, a pretty light one too. Sorry if it forced you to exaggerate your expectations of others' paranoia.

bump

Bump

SOMA!!!!

>>37399061
we love you soma

>>37396487
>>37396489
>>37396544
>>37396911
>>37396913
>>37396914
>>37397039
>Contact

>>37396511
>>37396838
>>37396926
>PUSH IT TO THE LIMIT

Writin'

>>37399166
i always believed, soma. Always

>>37399166
So does spirits have it's own pastebin now?
For banished?
Or will it just be more information with the opening post?

>>37399425
It's labeled 'Metaphysics - Fluff' but yeah.

>>37399535
Link please based Soma-Chan

>>37399589
I'mma make you wait until the start of the thread on Saturday, because I'm mean. Plus I'm still adding to it/revising shit.

Can I get a... 3d10 flat vs DC 15 to call forth Gluttony for a conversation. You'll be calling on gluttony because the burning buck showed no inclination for intelligence or speech and War isn't bound to you.

Rolled 3, 4, 6 = 13 (3d10)

>>37399660
Watch this failure, comin' atcha hot.

Rolled 5, 2, 5 = 12 (3d10)

>>37399660

Rolled 7, 6, 8 = 21 (3d10)

>>37399660

Rolled 1, 3, 9 = 13 (3d10)

>>37399660

>them rolls
god damn you guys suck
pls apply yourself and make the proper sacrifices

>>37399725
>>37399741
>>37399747
>13, 12, 21 vs DC 15
>Failure!
I imagine as Don grows more powerful and more skilled, I'll need to add a 'Mysticism' skill so that rolls like these will get the appropriate bonuses.

ANYWAY, writin'

Rolled 9, 3, 3 = 15 (3d10)

>>37399779
Fine. I just sacrificed my hairless field mouse. Let's see how much it was worth.

>>37399810
Two points

>>37399810
You idiot!
Human blood is the only sacrifice viable for something like this! Especially without the proper rituals beforehand.

Rolled 1, 6, 1 = 8 (3d10)

>>37399810
Anon. Behold my roll.

Look unto it and fear the depths of sacrifice that had to be delved to achieve it.
You are not prepared.

Rolled 1, 9, 6 = 16 (3d10)

>>37399923
>>37399810
Disgusting

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>>37399923
>8
Just stop.

>>37399923
But Soma is already here? What the hell are you summoning?

Rolled 6, 5, 3 = 14 (3d10)

>>37399923
pshh, this is how you do it.

>>37399978
probably the other guys field mouse judging by those rolls

Rolled 9, 9, 3 = 21 (3d10)

Newborn infants and virgins in a giant meat grinder over a pit of magma. That is the only way to get an excellent roll.

Rolled 7, 3, 1 = 11 (3d10)

>>37400003
This guy knows

Rolled 8, 4, 4 = 16 (3d10)

>>37400003
>sacrifices
0/10
lrn2magic

>>37400118
YOU FIRST NIGGUH

Rolled 3, 5, 9 = 17 (3d10)

>>37400118
>magic
>Not atheism
pleb

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Realization dawns on you slowly as you push yourself to your feet and brush the grass and detritus from your clothing. It's only as you're crossing the yard and sinking into a padded wicker chair that it finally sinks in what you've just done.

You can fucking teleport.

The implications are astounding. You just violated who knows how many laws of nature. Probably something about thermodynamics and the speed of light and who knows what the hell else. You were never really the 'physics' type but even you know enough to say that teleportation is an impossibility. A flight of fancy best reserved for fantasy novels.

You wonder how far you can teleport, and to where. If it's only places you've seen or if anywhere will do. Could you simply appear in Paris at the base of the Eiffel Tower on a whim? Show up in Saint Peter's Basilica during Easter Mass? Take a jaunt over to London, Berlin, Istanbul, Beijing, Cairo, or Tokyo?

You lean your head against the wooden back of the chair and let out a deep sigh, forcing those thoughts from your mind. It would be horribly irresponsible to just go jumping around the world, especially when you don't know what sort of consequences there might be to stepping. That black smoke which was boiling off your body concerns you, to say the least.

You wish you had some sort of instruction manual, or someone to talk to. You begin to wonder if perhaps you DO have someone to talk to, and you simply haven't reached out to them. Reaching up to your neck you run your fingers over the lump of your Adam's apple, where you know the sigil of Gluttony lies.

You focus on a mental image of the strange, headless figure of Gluttony. Well, you suppose he wasn't really headless. He had a head, it was just more gaping maw than it was anything else. You recall the strange palor of his skin and the way the air around him seemed distorted. You try to draw him forth, to drag his consciousness from the markings on your throat.
(1/2)

Rolled 8, 4, 9 = 21 (3d10)

>>37400156
I'm flattered someone would think to still use that label.

Dice Atheists unite!

Sadly, all you're met with is sadistic laughter. It seems to echo through your consciousness, reverberating in your skull. A deep, throaty laugh. No matter what you try, no matter how you plead or threaten or bargain, you fail to get anything else from the spirit. Just that cruel, echoing laughter.

Eventually you give up. Your head is beginning to throb painfully and you've no desire to find out how bad your headache can get. You reach down and briefly scratch behind Sally's ear, she had curled up next to your chair while you focused on your attempts to draw out Gluttony.

You stand and stretch, shaking some of the weariness from your limbs. That done you retreat inside. It takes some time but you manage to find some ibuprofen in the downstairs bathroom and take two, hoping that will put a stop to the throbbing ache in your temples.

Nursing a glass of water you return to the den, a readout on your television screen indicating that the time is ten in the morning. You have about three hours until your wife is supposed to be getting back from her parent's house. Probably less, knowing her. You suppose you could voyage into the woods and see about hunting down a spirit, or perhaps voyage into downtown to buy that body armor. You still have time, if only barely enough.

Then again, with your new found ability to 'Step' you might not need to worry about getting home in time. You could simply appear in an instant whenever you please. You wonder if you could just pop into existence in front of the gun store, or in an alley adjascent.

>Step to the gun store.
>Drive to the gun store like a normal person.
>Screw that, really push the boundaries. Step to New York City.
>Just put on a movie and maybe whip up some lunch for when Claire gets back.
>Venture out into the woods in search of spirits to bind of consume.
>Write-in

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>>37400239
>Screw that, really push the boundaries. Step to New York City.

>>37400239
>Venture out into the woods in search of spirits to bind of consume.
Oohhhh nice spirits, come to papa~ totallynotgonnaeatyou

>>37400239
>Drive to the gun store like a normal person.
Take best girl with you

>>37400239
>>Venture out into the woods in search of spirits to bind of consume.

>>37400239
>Screw that, really push the boundaries. Step to New York City.

>>37400239
>Step to the gun store.
Also, I'm disappointed you didn't come up with any cool new landmarks Don would think of.

>>37400239
>Drive to the gun store like a normal person.

>>37400239
>Screw that, really push the boundaries. Step to New York City.
WOOOOOOO ADVENTURE

>>37400239
>Write-in
Could we spend a bit of time trying to interact with war? I get the feeling that he might be very useful/helpful once we can understand him.

>>37400239
>Screw that, really push the boundaries. Step to New York City.

>>37400239
>Step to the gun store.
Seems like the best option right now, both testing our new ability and making it to the gun store in time.

>>37400318
Anon, we could certainly do that on our own. I mean, the write-in option is right there after all. Just gotta suggest something.

>>37400348
I wonder if we could step to space

>>37400239
>Step to the gun store

>>37400374
A horrible idea.

>>37400336
You could try to communicate with War, certainly.

>>37400239
>Step to the gun store.

>>37400401
You mean the best idea.

Our step is the step that will walk the universe!

>>37400330
>>37400311
>>37400301
>>37400289

>step right in front some someone.
>smash Masquerade like a fine china teapot.
>need to kill all witnesses.
>end up killing thousands.

>>37400347
>>37400318
>>37400386
>>37400422
>Step to the gun store

>>37400308
>>37400319
>Drive to the gun store.

>>37400301
>>37400310
>Into the woods!

>>37400345
>>37400330
>>37400311
>>37400289
>Push the boundaries

>>37400336
>Interact with War

I'll call a quick Final Destination vote, since the options tied are mutually exclusive.

VOTE
1
To step to New York City and see the sights.

VOTE
2
To step to the gun store, and buy body armor.

>>37400446
>masquerade
Not a thing. We don't have to give a shit.

>>37400462
1

>>37400462
2

>>37400462
2

>>37400462
1

>>37400462
2

>>37400462
1

Please don't vote for the pointless vote that could kill us.

>>37400462
2

>>37400462
1

>>37400499
>>37400490
>>37400520
>>37400579
>1

>>37400507
>>37400498
>>37400497
>>37400491
>>37400554
>2

Looks like two takes it. Writin'

>>37400602
Though I deleted that post because I changed my vote I am alright with this outcome.

>>37400462
2

Sooooooooooooo will we ever have another Tru Factz by Drunk Soma?

>>37400602
soma pls respond

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You decide you'll simply step to the gun store. Not only will it test your new found ability's limits, but it will allow you to actually accomplish something fairly important. As tantalizing as the concept of exploring New York with its elegant skywalks and various architectural wonders, among them one of the massive tethers of the space elevator just a hundred miles off the coast of Manhattan, you have more important things to attend to.

The Manhattan Tether was the third of its kind ever built, the first being placed in the international waters of the equatorial pacific late in the twenty-first century while the second was constructed in the Mediterranean Sea by a coalition of European and Middle Eastern governments. There is a fourth tether in the Sea of Japan built by a coalition of East Asian governments and a fifth in the Arabian Sea. They connect to vast space stations in geostationary orbit which serve as shipyards, tourist attractions, and launching platforms.

You reminisce briefly on past visits to the Manhattan Tether. It was where you were sent up to join the crew of the USS Adventurer after you joined the navy. You spent a fair amount of time on the US operated space station, it was something of a home port for you. However, from what you understand it's fallen into a bit of disrepair lately. There have been reports of breaches and leaks every few months for years now. Its funding has been repeatedly cut in favor of major projects underway in the asteroid belt.

(1/4)

You shake off such thoughts, focusing instead on the present. You have a task to accomplish. You retreat upstairs to your bedroom and tap a key on your computer's keyboard, the screens flaring back to life. You type in the address of the gun store you plan on stepping to and bring up images of the surrounding area. There's an alleyway, fairly narrow and secluded, just across the street from the abandoned National Guard armory the gun store inhabits. It actually seems to be in quite the terrible neighborhood, you're fairly certain that man standing on the corner in the picture you've found is a dealer. He certainly looks the part.

Regardless, you take in as much detail as you can from the picture you've found. Once you feel prepared you lean back in your office chair and close your eyes, picturing the alleyway and its various detritus. The rusted trash bins pressed against the wall. The piss-stained mattress sitting at the back of the alley. The empty bottles of liquor scattered about the area.

You feel something tugging at your guts, and there's a sound like paper tearing. Your eye snap open and you once more find yourself soaring through that strange, fractured realm. You're lower to the ground this time, and flying much, much faster. The fog which blankets the surface of this alien landscape seems to press in around you, cloying at you. It fills your throat like mucous as you try to take a breath, choking the air from your lungs. Just as you grow panicked, there is a sound like paper tearing and a soft 'pop'.
(2/4)

Your legs give almost immediately but you manage to support yourself against the wall of the alley you find yourself in. This time you don't manage to keep your breakfast down, doubling over and spilling the contents of your stomach all over the grime-crusted pavement. The rancid stench of stale piss and hot garbage fills the air around you, doing nothing to settle your stomach.

Once you've finished tossing your cookies, you straighten up and inspect yourself. You're surprised to find you have no proper hands at the moment. Rather, your arms merely end in incorporeal wisp of black smoke. You're worried for a moment, but as the minutes tick past your flesh slowly returns, the smoke vanishing. While concerning, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with your hands. They don't hurt, nor do they seem any different. You just didn't have them for a while.

You step tentatively out of the alleyway, relieved to see that nobody seems to have noticed you. If they did, they didn't pay much attention to you. A man puking in an alleyway before noon probably isn't all that spectacular a sight in these parts. After you've straightened your clothes and wiped off your mouth, you cross the nearly abandoned streets to the old armory on the other side.

There is little to outwardly announce that this place is a store. No signs of any sort. The door is a thick, rusted metal thing. Were it not for the tiny little 'Open!' card hanging from the front you would have no idea this place was inhabited at all.

Pulling the door open you're greeted by the familiar smells of gunpowder, sweat, and cigarette smoke. The interior of the armory has been gutted, and replaced by row upon row of wooden crates, gun racks, and metal stands. There are no display cases, nor anything to stop someone from simply grabbing one of the guns and making a break for it. Then again, you suppose trying to rob a gun store would be rather silly.

(3/4)

There is a man sitting behind a tiny window at the opposite end of the room, a magazine clutched his hands. A woman proudly presents her naked breast to the readers on the cover, making it fairly easy to guess what sort of magazine it is. You're sure he reads it for the articles. Regardless, he sets it aside once he hears the jangling of a bell, though you see no bell hanging by the door. Probably some automated chime.

“Welcome to Larry's House of Conspicuously Inexpensive Firearms. What are you looking for?” He ask, voice gravely. You'd estimate he's about forty five or so, his hair hasn't started to turn grey but he might dye it. He's dressed casually in an old jacket and a t-shirt, a number of gadgets strapped to his person.

>You're looking for military grade body armor, a full-body suit. Heavy and nigh impossible to conceal, but very protective.
>Really just a vest will do, your experiences with Robert suggest he aims for center mass.
>Might as well browse his selection of conspicuously inexpensive firearms while you're here...
>Write-in

>>37401797
>Really just a vest will do, your experiences with Robert suggest he aims for center mass.
No time to browse.

>>37401797
>You're looking for military grade body armor, a full-body suit. Heavy and nigh impossible to conceal, but very protective.
>Really just a vest will do, your experiences with Robert suggest he aims for center mass
Why not both? Considering our job we'll need both.
Can't always run around wearing military grade armor, too obvious

>>37401937
that would be a terrible waste of money.

>>37401797
>Really just a vest will do, your experiences with Robert suggest he aims for center mass.

>>37401797
>Really just a vest will do, your experiences with Robert suggest he aims for center mass.

>>37402019
Not when you work corporate repo

>>37401797
>Really just a vest will do, your experiences with Robert suggest he aims for center mass.

>>37402076
Even when you work corporate repo.
We're not Mik here.

>>37402091
>>37402071
>>37402044
>>37401873
>>37401937
>Just a vest

>>37401937
>Full-body suit.

Writin'

>>37401732
> a spaceport line at 40 degrees north
I frown on you soma, unless the extra-costs inured by such a needlessly large line was intentional.

>>37402216
It was built largely by private corporations and then loaned to and eventually bought by the US Government. They chose New York due largely to tourism and funding opportunities offered by the local state and city level government. The additional cost was more than recovered.

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“I take it you're Larry?” You ask, whilst inspecting a rifle of curious make situated on top of a pile of various rifles. It appears to essentially be a rectangular hunk of metal with a barrel sticking out the end. You're not even really sure how one goes about loading the thing.

“People call me that. My real name's Longin, but Larry's easier to say. Less Polish too. Nobody wants to be Polish. Now do you intend to buy something or just waste time?” He states this matter-of-factly. You're not sure what's so bad about the Poles. From what you understand they have a rich history.

“I was hoping to buy military grade body armor, I saw your shop was a licensed vendor. I just need a vest, not the full-body suit. How much will that run me?”

You set down the strange rifle and cross the room, coming to a stop in front of the tiny window. There's a door adjacent, a heavy lock baring entry. You can see that behind the counter, in addition to a number of exotic weapons such as a traditionally plane or tank mounted laser cannon and a grenade launcher decorated with gold filigree, the vendor keeps a number of mannequins wearing body armor of various shapes and sizes. You spy a vest in the back that looks like exactly what you need, a corporate security vest with gleaming metallic plates coated in an ablative material to absorb laser fire.

“Well that depends entirely on you, guy. You happen to have a permit to buy military grade body armor?”

(1/2)

You used to, although you let it expire a few years after you left the military. Still, there is some leeway when it comes to the field of corporate repo, flash a badge around and most places will sell anyway out of the hope you'll remember them the next time the bill collectors rolls around. Then again, not a whole lot of people like the repo man. That might just inspire him to jack up his prices, especially if he doesn't have any reason to fear a corporate repossession officer.

>Flash the badge, this guy probably has some debts he doesn't want collected.
>Flash some cash, a bribe should be more than enough to keep the purchase off the records.
>Write-in

>>37402767
>polish
I wish we had brought war

>>37402767
>Longin
>Polish
>Look it up
>Longinus
Shadowruns_Intensify.fig

>>37402797
Y-Yeah man, I definitely do [nervous coughing intensifies]

>>37402797
>Flash some cash, a bribe should be more than enough to keep the purchase off the records.

>>37402797
>>Flash the badge, this guy probably has some debts he doesn't want collected.
and if it comes down to it.. throw him a few 20's should quite him up.

>>37402797
Changing >>37402924
to >Flash the badge, this guy probably has some debts he doesn't want collected.

>>37402797
>Flash the badge, this guy probably has some debts he doesn't want collected.

>Flash the badge
ROOOOLL 3d10+4 (+4 from circumstance) vs DC 18

>>37403171

Rolled 4, 5, 3 + 4 = 16 (3d10 + 4)

>>37403171
Watch how a professional does it.

Rolled 4, 7, 8 + 4 = 23 (3d10 + 4)

>>37403171

Rolled 4, 7, 7 + 4 = 22 (3d10 + 4)

>>37403171

>>37403190
>>37403191
>>37403197
>16, 23, 22 vs DC 18
>Success!

>>37403190
This post was in reference to the professional going after me. As in, I am not a professional, as you can clearly see in my rolls, while the guys after obviously were and I planned for this exact circumstance whereupon they rolled after I introduced them as professionals.

>>37403226
I'm blushing anon

You reach into your back pocket and retrieve your wallet, unfolding it with a perhaps unnecessary flourish to reveal the golden badge of a corporate repossession officer. “This ought to serve just as well. Afraid I don't have my permit with me.”

The man glances from you, to the badge, and back to you. “You don't look corporate.” He states, a suspicious tone to his voice. “Look more like a cop, if you ask me. Guess I'm not here to criticize your dress sense.”

You flip your wallet closed and tuck it into your back pocket, waiting while he makes his way over to the stands of mannequins and detaches the vest of gleaming white plates. It slides off over the mannequin's head easily enough and he hauls it up by a handle on the back of the vest. He seems to struggle with the weight of it as he drags it over to the counter, but you don't recall vest of this make being overly heavy. Maybe he's just weak.

He grunts as he lifts the vest up and onto the counter, setting it down on the metallic surface with a heavy thud. Pushing it aside he leans forward, resting his elbows on the counter top and taking a few deep breaths. Once he's caught his breath, he names his price. “That'll be seven hundred dollars.”

That's a steal, considering what you're getting. Two thousand dollars is the low end price for most military grade equipment. His stuff really is conspicuously cheap. What price does he get this stuff at if seven hundred dollars brings in a profit?

>Fork over the cash, don't ask questions.
>Try to negotiate a lower price, this shit is probably stolen.
>This is too shady. Ask where he gets his stock before you buy anything.
>Write-in

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>>37403736
Shit, forgot my picture.

>>37403736
>Fork over the cash, don't ask questions.

>>37403736
>>This is too shady. Ask where he gets his stock before you buy anything.
Write in
"Where's the good stuff, im looking to do some things and I need the best stuff possible."
If he gets shit cheap we may as well get the best shit possible.

>>37403736
>Fork over the cash, don't ask questions.
If we're ever gonna get new guns, getting them from this guy seems a lot more simple than those gun dealers. Let's not haggle with him.

>>37403736
>Fork over the cash, don't ask questions.

>>37403754
I am guessing we know how to check if this shit is good/real?

>>37403736
>>Fork over the cash, don't ask questions.

>>37403890
>>37403831
>>37403830
>>37403779
>Fork over the cash

>>37403822
>2 shady
>Where's the good shit

>>37403841
It would be pretty obvious if it was some low quality shit, but yeah you know generally how to tell.

Writin'

>>37403932
I can't wait for War to call it shit

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You reach into your pocket and pull out a fat wad of cash, counting out seven hundred dollar bills and passing them across the counter. The man scoops them up silently and pushes across the body armor.

You heft it up by the handle on the back, weighing it in your hand. It's really not that heavy, it feels about the same as you recall. You take a moment to scratch at one of the ablative coating on one of the plates and are pleased to find that it doesn't flake off. A lot of the time on the models you got the ablative coating had been reapplied so much that there was nothing left of it. Of course, you had military rather than corporate models. Same basic design, but from what you understand the materials differed.

You nod to the man. “Pleasure doing business with you. I imagine we'll be seeing more of one another in the future.”

Larry, or Longin, shrugs his shoulders disinterestedly. “Yeah, sure. As long as you've got the cash I've got the stock. Anything else you want?”

“I think that'll be all for now. Have a good one.” Longin responds with a grunt, you take that as your cue to leave. Stepping onto the gravel walk which surrounds the armory you shut the heavy metal door behind you and drag your phone out of your pocket to check the time. It's a few minutes shy of ten thirty. This really hasn't taken much time at all. Pretty clean and simple, all things considered. Much more convenient than buying from those weapons smugglers on the coast.

You tuck your phone away and consider your options. You should probably stop by home and put the armor away. You're rapidly running out of closet space in your bedroom. You might want to consider turning one of the spare bedrooms into an armory or something of the sort. Just a place to store all your now manifold weapons and the ammunition that goes with it, along with your supplies.

(1/2)

Your thoughts are interrupted by your phone's ringtone, a simple bell chime. Fishing it once more out of your pocket you see a picture of your boss displayed above the green and red displays to accept and deny the call respectively. You still can't get over how casually she dresses. A tank top and jeans hardly seems like proper office wear.

You see no reason to deny the call, so you tap the green button and raise the phone to your ear. “Hey Molly, what's up? Got my tickets booked?”

Judging by how breathless she sounds, you'd guess she just got done working out. Does she do anything else all day? “Yeah, yeah. You're leaving in two days aboard the 9 AM train to Puerto Santa Cruz. It's a fourteen hour train ride, not fun. Better than flying though. Anyway, from Puerto Santa Cruz you'll take a plane to McMurdo Base on the southern coast of Antarctica. You'll need to get to Mount Sidley by snowmobile.”

It all sounds simple enough. “Sounds good. I assume I'm boarding at the Staples Mill Road station?” You've heard they've renovated it recently. It's the oldest rail station in Greater Richmond still in operation and the largest as well. It's turned into something of a palace with the rise of high speed rail for long distance travel.

Molly's response is dismissive. “Yeah yeah, Station Mill. Listen, that's not what I called about. I was doing some digging and refreshing my memory, I'll be honest I didn't really do my usual research on this job since I didn't think anyone would ever willingly volunteer for it. Anyway, one of Doctor Knightly's men came stumbling out of the waste frostbitten and half dead babbling nonsense. He's still at McMurdo station. I suggest you start your investigation by interviewing him when you get there.”

>What nonsense was he babbling?
>Sounds like a plan. You want to get in some hunting before Claire gets home.
>Thank her for the tip, but instead of hunting just head on home. You've done all you needed to get done today.
>Write-in

>>37404800
>Sounds like a plan. You want to get in some hunting before Claire gets home.

>>37404800
>keeping all that illegal shit at your place of residence
don pls
>>37404824
>Sounds like a plan. You want to get in some hunting before Claire gets home.
Are we hunting in the city or in the woods? I mean normally I would assume in the city because its where we are, but we can kinda teleport, so distance is irrelevant

>>37404824
>>Sounds like a plan. You want to get in some hunting before Claire gets home.
There is not enough powerseeking in this quest.

We need more power. Plus I really love exploring the spirits and how we grow etc etc.

>>37404824
>Sounds like a plan. You want to get in some hunting before Claire gets home.

>>37404914
Well where should we keep it then?

>>37404824
>What nonsense was he babbling?
>Thank her for the tip, but instead of hunting just head on home. You've done all you needed to get done today.

>>37404974
You have terrible taste.

>>37404996
;_;
I just don't want to get caught up hunting and be late for claire getting home, it's already pretty late with all the research and experimenting we did.

>>37404824
>>Sounds like a plan. You want to get in some hunting before Claire gets home.

>>37404914
stop being a pussy.
Once we get back from this mission. And killed the man who killed us. and finished up this mission.
We will get all our permits in order. Or at least a few so, if/when we have a run in with the police they won't bother us.
Or just bribe the cops a few hundred

>>37404932
>>37404919
>>37404914
>>37404863
>>37405058
>Huntin' time

>>37404974
>What nonsense?

>>37404974
>Head home

Quick vote.
>Hunt in the woods near your house. It will let you drop off your stuff first.

>Hunt in the city, since you're already here. Wear the armor underneath your shirt. It won't be too obvious so long as you zip up your jacket.

>>37405041
except it's not.
We've still got plenty of time.
AND we can step where we want to now.
It may be best when we get back to the house we step into the bathroom/yard. don't want a mess inside our home..

>>37405085
>Hunt in the woods near your house. It will let you drop off your stuff first.
Let's not look insane in the middle of the city.

>>37405085
>>Hunt in the woods near your house. It will let you drop off your stuff first.

>>37405058
>paying money for permits
Disgusting.
>bribing cops
Disgusting.
>>37405085
>woods
Can we wear our armor while we hunt in the woods? Cause spirits man, shit gets rough

>>37405115
Sure, you can if you want.

>We didn't buy multiple pairs of socks
Oh god we're dead
>>37405127
pls do

>>37405155
>You got frostbite and DIED
>Shoulda brought more socks.
I would be so pissed off if this happened.

>>37405127
Did we ever test out our strength after we ate the jackalope? Cause I mean the speed pushed us past the human limit(I think). If it did the same for our strength, shit would be so cash, would also be rather useful in our job, gotta grab shit and run mang

>>37405175
>>37405155
I'm pretty sure the guy already has more than one pair of socks.

>Hunt in the woods.
ROOOLL ME 3d10+2 (+4 from spirit binds, -2 from circumstance) vs DC 14
You won't normally be required to roll to step, unless there are circumstances which make it more difficult than usual. In this case, it's because you're carrying something. Other instances which would require a roll are trying to take someone with you, trying to step to a place you've only heard about, and a number of other things I'll let you find out about as you go along.

>>37405209
You have not tested your strength yet, no.

>>37405231
Most socks aren't thick enough to do jack shit in arctic climates.

>>37405175
Don't think that'll be an issue.
So long as we find any shelter. we can create fire. we can warm ourselves up.
>>37405115
Your stupid.
Why wouldn't have the legal permits, to purchase guns/armor.
We're not going to be doing blatantly illegal shit with our guns.
It's for our job. And as for the killing once a month it would be stupid to use the guns to kill our prey when. we have amazing strength/agility.

Rolled 3, 10, 1 + 2 = 16 (3d10 + 2)

>>37405253
There goes robbing a bank

Rolled 5, 3, 8 + 2 = 18 (3d10 + 2)

>>37405253
>>37405277
the guy was in space military, i'm sure he has some thick socks.
besides, you can always wear thin ones on top of each other.

Rolled 7, 6, 5 + 2 = 20 (3d10 + 2)

>>37405253

>>37405277
That reminds me. Could we reduce our victims to ash and then drink their remains in the form of a refreshing smoothie?

Rolled 8, 8, 9 + 4 = 29 (3d10 + 4)

>>37405253
I love this quest

>>37405304
>>37405303
>>37405288
>16, 18, 20 vs DC 14
>Success!

>>37405318
I mean, I guess? So long as you made sure you consumed all of their flesh, which I imagine would be difficult if they were ash. Missing even the smallest fraction would invalidate the sacrifice.

Reminder that we can't exactly live a normal life, thats against mister bone's rules.
Can't squander your life
I doubt "repo man" counts as living our life to the fullest

>>37405323
And I don't know my twos from my fours

>>37405354
Do we have to consume them or could we get them in our body other ways? Snorting up ashes, people enema, you know fun ways

>>37405410
Any way which results in their flesh inside of your body and digested/absorbed/et cetera is a valid method of 'consuming' them. Thus, an enema would probably be a poor choice. Snorting people is A-OK though.

>>37405425
Are we at least immune to any diseases we could contract from doing that?

>>37405425
Will we get any indication if we haven't ingested the full body? Or will we just drop dead?

>>37405447
You're most likely immune to disease, period.

>>37405462
No idea, you'll need to try that shit out to find out.

>>37405371
He specifically says that we are not to segregate ourselves from the world. As long as we are in actively participating in society we are not wasting the second chance he gave us. It doesn't matter if we are a repo man or a banker just as long as we don't isolate ourselves from the human society. No where in his rules says we have to live our life to the fullest, he just states that he expects us to take full advantage of our new found abilities.

>>37405371
It's a fine enough occupation for now. Full of excitement, money and danger. And we have a wife who we love. And some awesome powers.

Seems pretty full to me.

>>37405479
Are with biologically immortal? as in no aging? I can't remember.

Incidentally, all this talk about eating people and person enemas has got me hungry so I'll probably take a break soon to run out and grab some din-din.

Ever just sit back and marvel at the weird shit you find yourself typing?

>>37405516
It's not really clear.

>>37405496
>>37405486
come on guys why do you have to be so content being with this horrible life
We're a bloody shaman, we could probably take over a whole country within a year or two if we applied ourselves

>>37405479
Soma can we do sacrifices whenever we want? Also could we do more than one a month?

Who loves us more claire or sally?

>>37405534
Give it time anon.

First we must master our powers. while doing so we acquire a very large bank account.

Then we move from there.

>>37405553
You can indeed do sacrifices whenever you want. You could do more than one a month, but you'd still need to do at least one every month. It's unclear if you'd get any sort of bonus for sacrificing more than once a month, but presumably you would.

>>37405590
Y-You promise?
I really dislike quests where people have immense power then doing nothing with it

>>37405575
duh, sally.

>>37405606
same. But dont rush things either.

>>37405597
>possible bonus power
Cannibalism here we come!

Rolled 6, 6, 4 = 16 (3d10)

>>37405606
We promise.

Should we look into buying one of those old retired missle silos?
They would give us the room we need to store our shit safely, especially the shit with spirits in, they're valuable as hell. And it should also give us a safe and secluded place to practice our shit.
Or we could just find a nice cave system.
I don't know, I just want somewhere we can reliably train at.

>>37405606
Once we have our powers and a large enough bank account. We can move up the corporate ladder.
It wouldn't be to bad, to look into that.
We would basically be powerfully enough to do a 3 man team job. If we master just the powers we have now.
Or we could go a few other routes.

>>37405707
I like you.
a quick google search yielded this: http://www.missilebases.com/

>>37405606
I personally really can't see Don as the power hungry type who takes over such important leading position because he wants to.
We could just et in good graces with the big guys, do a few jobs and live with Clairesy usually.

>>37405778
And we could just sit at home and wank
We could just do a lot of things anon.

>>37405778
Don, has become a man who will rise to new heights.
>>37405707
I like this.
We should get the most dangerous mission once we have figured out our powers/upper limits.
Gain money/raise our station at our company.
As the one man army. They send in, when things get really bad. And they don't want anything getting back to them.
And we can charge...the price of an army.
And buy, anything we need. And position our selves to have favors from the top brass/ governments.

>>37405778
Yeah, so far he's pretty laid back. As long as he is enjoying life he doesn't need to rule the world.

>>37405933
>>37405778
That doesn't sound like using our powers to the fullest.
Shameful.
Every military man knows you don't waste.

>>37405858
Nigga why not create a pmc?
Why not create a militaristic Empire?

>>37405952
We can do other things with our power besides ruling the world. If he enjoys fighting then ruling would be boring.

>>37406019
I like the pmc idea.

We can totally start with that idea.

It's really the first logical step up from where we are and it's the first step towards a permanent stake of our own.

>>37406063
>take a man of incredible strength and prowess
>stick him in an office making decisions all day

See a problem here?

>>37406063
Of course even thats far off, we'll need lots of contacts for supplies and some reliable people to actually be a part of it.
Also ass tons of money to get the ball rolling.
But from there with our expertise(and OP ass powers) we will be making lots of dough, mercs will always have a job, and if they don't, well things can be shaken up if thats truly necessary.

>>37406103
umm, no we lead the pmc, we have secretaries and assistants for that.

PMCs operate more like mercenary armies than companies.

>>37406105
of course.

>>37406105
which is why we need to go up the corperate ladder. in the repo company. gain some friends/allies.
But most of all, the skills set to be a one man army. and take care of all the hard jobs.

You make your way across the street to the abandoned alleyway you appeared in just a half hour ago. You swear there's a word for what you're doing that probably fits it better than teleportation. After all, you're not really instantaneously transferring from one point in space to another. Rather, you seem to use some sort of alternate dimension to transport yourself rapidly. Perhaps apparition would be a better term?

Well, whatever. It's not exactly important what you call it. It's basically teleporting. You keep a tight grip on the armor you bought as you picture first your upstairs bathroom, and then your back yard. You suppose the upstairs bathroom wouldn't be a bad choice if you wanted to avoid mess, but the back yard seems better. You can puke your guts out and just blame it on Sally. The perfect crime.

You hear that ripping sound once more and the increasingly familiar lurch as you're dragged into that strange realm of endless grey plains and fog. Unlike previously, you note that you're not the only person traveling the waste this time. For the briefest of instants you catch sight of a figure standing in the fag, watching you soar through the air. It quickly fades from sight, but you can't help but wonder who or what it might have been. A native, perhaps?

There's a ripping sound and a soft pop as you land on your feet in your back yard. You stumble, but manage to avoid falling over. You don't feel nearly as nauseous either. Presumably because your stomach is empty. Sadly you no longer have hands, and as a result you've dropped the armor you were carrying. Fortunately you dropped it in the grass, rather than in the fog that blankets the floor of that strange realm you pass through.

(1/2)

>>37406138
Also once we make a name for our selves. we will have head hunter.the good kind
Where people will be looking for man wil our skill set. And taking jobs outside of repoing.

>>37406103
Good pmc heads fight.
>>37406138
Of course, its the perfect spring board, and also a nice job.

Your hands reform after a few minutes. You try shaking your arms to speed up the process but you don't think it actually accomplished much of anything. Regardless, you pluck up your armor and carry it with you upstairs once you have manipulating appendages again. Sally doesn't greet you at the door as you were expecting. Rather, she seems to be taking an afternoon nap on her dog bed in the corner of the den. Just as well, she needs her rest.

Pulling open your closet door in your bedroom, you're greeted by stacks upon stacks of clothing, supplies, ammunition, and guns. You set the armor atop the pile, but wonder if perhaps you ought to bring some of this weaponry along on your hunt.

Select all that apply
>Bring the Gewehr 98
>Bring the Laser Rifle
>Bring the PDW
>Wear the armor
>Don't bring anything

>>37406170
>Bring the Gewehr 98
>Wear the armor

>>37406138
Yep, which also means focusing more into our spirit powers

>>37406170
>>Bring the Gewehr 98

>>37406170
>>Wear the armor
>Bring the Gewehr 98

I'm off to grab food. Back momentarily. I'll probably end the thread with Claire's return after your hunt, so... 4-ish more post.

>>37406170
>Bring the Gewehr 98
>Wear the armor

>>37406170
>Bring the Gewehr 98

>>37406170
>Wear the armor
>Bring the Gewehr 98

>>37406170
>Bring the Gewehr 98
>Wear the armor

>>37406170
>>Bring the Gewehr 98
>don't wear the armor

stuff's heavy and mean to stop bullets. If we need armor for hunting something's gone wrong.

>>37406145
Is this your way of telling us to name our teleportation?
If so I vote for Void walking

>>37406235
We're hunting bloody fucking spirits, why shouldn't we account for shit going wrong?

>>37406235
also
>heavy
"Jackalope's Endurance: Every aspect of your physicality is enhanced; you're stronger, faster, and tougher."
Don is stronk

>>37406170
armor and gwher

>>37406170
>>Bring the Gewehr 98

Does power armor exist in this setting?

>>37406417
probs

>>37406417
Plasma weaponry exists, so does laser weaponry, I'd be surprised if somebody hasn't made power armor

>>37406434
>>37406423
>>37406417
The real question is how much will it cost
or we could steal it with our teleportation powers, I mean if we're wearing it I doubt we can drop it

So it looks like
>Bring the Gewehr
>Wear the armor
Wins out. Writin'

>>37406417
It exist, but it's not really readily available to the public. When you were in the Navy it was issued to the Marines on board but they had to return it whenever the situation that called for power armor was over.

I'm really pleased with how Don 'sounds' different than Mik. Like, it's really easy to tell they're different characters.

>>37406665
So either have ungodly amounts of money for greasing some palms then actually buying one, or steal a set?

>>37406721
Ten bucks says we could get stoner boy to get his hands on a set for us if we supplied enough cash

You stare at the armor for a short while before ultimately deciding to wear it after all. You shed your jacket and hoist the armor over your head. It's a bit difficult to slide into but there is elastic material on the sides to make it a bit easier. Eventually you manage to force your head through the collar and your arms past the short... well, you suppose they're sort of pauldrons.

You snap a few ties closed and cinch the armor tight, adjusting the crotch guard so it won't be slapping you in the nuts with every step. That done you shrug your jacket back on. You don't bother to zip it up, since you don't anticipate meeting anyone in the woods. You don't really have neighbors. There are houses close to your own, but you've probably seen the people living in them a handful of times over the past seven years.

That done you open the case which contains your Gewehr 98 and gently pick it up. You think for a moment you hear the baying of dogs, and the scream of a shell as it arcs overhead. However, the sensations pass. You take a moment to load one round into the internal magazine since you fired one off the last time you voyaged into the woods. You've already got a round chambered and the safety is already on, so you simply sling the rifle over one shoulder.

The last thing you do before you go is grab the four loaded stripper clips for your rifle and tuck them into your jacket pockets and affix the bayonet to the end of the rifle. Perhaps a bit odd, going through the trouble of affixing the bayonet. You just get the sense that it's a good idea. That it will save your life one day. That it's the last line of defense when those damned French bastards come charging across no man's land after three months without resupply.

(1/2)

You shake off the false memories and turn sharply on your heels, marching stiffly out of the room. It's only after you've shut the door behind you that you realize what you're doing and adopt a more natural gait. You can't say that you like the effect this rifle has on your thoughts. It just feels insidious. You can't deny it's a powerful weapon, though.

A short walk brings you to the trail head. The forest is, of course, quite dark even at this hour of the day. Unlike your previous trip into the woods, it doesn't seem at all insidious. Sun dapples the detritus that is scattered across the forest floor, the sounds of insects and animals filling the air with a subtle hum of noise.

>Roam off the path, you don't really have to worry about getting lost anymore.
>Stick near the path, you won't find anything by playing it safe.
>Stick to the path, you don't want to risk getting lost.
>Write-in

>>37407050
>>Roam off the path, you don't really have to worry about getting lost anymore.

>>37407050
>Roam off the path, you don't really have to worry about getting lost anymore.

>>37407050
>Stick near the path, you won't find anything by playing it safe.

>>37407050
>Roam off the path, you don't really have to worry about getting lost anymore.

>>37407050
>Roam off the path, you don't really have to worry about getting lost anymore.