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You are Cesare Monti, and you're currently standing in your oldest friend's heavily fortified apartment. You came here after an unusually eventful morning to pick up the piece of gear you comissioned from him a few months ago.

Now you stare at the sleek helmet which sits on the work bench. It has four glowing blue cameras sitting roughly where the eyes ought to be, and filters covering both the mouth and the nose. Its appearance is almost insectoid in nature, at least you think so. Four capacitors line the neck, each one humming quietly with power.

Eli is already babbling on about his precious creation. Sometimes you think he's more attached to his inventions than he is to people. "Right, so listen man. Here's what I did to this bad boy. The helmet has a patch at the base of the neck which will plug into your nervous system. The first version was just a big ass spike which stabbed you in the neck, but I've altered it to be... less stabby. The slits near the mask and nose are air filtration systems. You've got a heads up display which you can control mentally and receives input from the four cameras in front. That HUD has target tracking, night vision, and magnification.

He taps one of the capacitors bulging from the neck of the helmet. "These babies on the neck are what helps you with your jumps. Whenever you start to disassemble two of the capacitors will release their charge and create an electromagnetic field around your head. My hypothesis is that you get migraines because your brain gets all fucked up from being torn apart and reassembled. This ought to keep your headcase a little more coherent without limiting your ability to jump. You've got two charges, so don't waste them. After that you're on your own."

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He raps his knuckles against the top of the helmet. "It's pretty heavily armored. Ought to withstand concentrated rifle fire. I wouldn't recommend trying it though. If a bullet nicks one of the capacitors it might blow." He holds up his hands in mock surrender when you shoot him a glare. "Relax! It's not likely to happen. I designed the capcitors such that they should simply cease function, rather than meltdown. Oh, it's wifi enabled too."

You gently pick up the helmet, twisting it in your hands. You don't see any obvious ways to put the thing on. The neck hole is too small to fit your head through. "How do I put this thing on?"

Eli snatches the helmet from your hands. "Here, gimme a second." He fiddles with it, and then the two flaps around the neck snap off. Seems they were latches of some sort. He slides the helmet over your head and then with some difficulty reseals the latches at the neck. You find yourself momentarily blinded, and then there's a prickling sensation at the back of your neck.

Suddenly the world is cast in high definition, an endless stream of diagnostic gibberish flowing through your vision. You hear a beep, and then a soft feminine voice filters into your ear through some unseen speaker. "Diagnostic run complete. New user detected. Please register a username."

>Now's as good a time as any to come up wtih a villain name (Write-in)
>Just register with your real name, no reason not to.
>Write-in

>>39943430
>Just register with your real name, no reason not to.
I lack creativity when it comes to names

>>39943430
>Now's as good a time as any to come up wtih a villain name (Write-in)

The Opportunist. Hell if I know.

>>39943430
>Now's as good a time as any to come up wtih a villain name (Write-in)
Aliases are king, give me a minute to think of a name though.

>>39943650
Got what about Rewind, it makes sense with out power?

>>39943637
Use this
http://fantasynamegenerators.com/villain_names.php
Its how i found rewind.

>>39943672>>39943713
What about the Masked Stranger?

>>39943430
>Now's as good a time as any to come up wtih a villain name (Write-in)
No clue on what to put other than just Kaesar(or something with similar meaning.), but please no references.

>>39943744
That could describe any superhero/villain. It's shit.

>>39943430
>Now's as good a time as any to come up wtih a villain name (Write-in)
>Blink

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lesser_Key_of_Solomon
I've been scanning through demon names for a good one. Help me out.

>>39943825
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belial
Belial wouldn't be bad. He's all about self-sufficiency.

>>39943430
>>Now's as good a time as any to come up wtih a villain name (Write-in)
>>39943881
>Belial
I like it.

>>39943881
I can dig Belial.

>>39943881
Not a big fan of this one really, but it might be because him and maplhas are used all the time in anime/manga.

I suppose I'll go with Belial for now. It'll be possible to change it later, if people decide to do so. Anyway, writin'.

>>39943996
Whoops, dropped my trip.

>>39943401
>>39943996
Hey Soma why didn't you give any suggestions for names?
also how much of the notes are left? I remember you telling/hinting at enchanted gear being sentient(before forcibly stopping us from continuing to read), and it seems like there isn't much notes left.

>>39944046
Because I'm shit with superhero names. I can't just poke shit in a generator and let it spit out suggestions. Thought about using google translate and plugging things in, Italian things, but decided against it.

You've read 44/67 pages, if I remember correctly.

>>39944083
Huh usually we jump more than just 3 pages ,but ok.

What about the 'Mental Mantis'? Mask looks like a bug, we use psychic powers, and it also kind of sounds like Metal Mantis which works since the mask is metal.

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You consider a variety of names for a time. At first the only things you can think of are 'The Masked Stranger' and 'The Opportunist, neither of which you're particularly fond of. You consider Blink for a while, but decide you'd rather not give so obvious a hint as to what you're capable of. It comes down to a debate between Rewind and Belial, and in the end you decide to go with the mythological reference. Speaking cautiously, you say "Belial."

There's a series of high pitched beeps in your ear, and then that voie again. "Username registered: Belial. Welcome, Belial." As the voice finishes speaking a variety of menus filter into view. Elijah is highlighted in green, a distance reading and his name hovering near his head. There's also a readout of your vital statistics sitting in the corner of your vision. It list your pulse rate, your body temperature, and your blood pressure.

You think about night vision and suddenly you're blinded by white. Perhaps turning it on in a well lit room was a poor choose. You shut it off by thinking about doing so. You're treated to a very close look at Elijah's poors the moment you think about magnifying your view.

When you speak, your voice comes out amplified by a speaker at the base of your helmet. "This is great, Elijah, but it's pretty conspicuous. How am I supposed to drag this thing around? I'm a bit too old to pass for a college student, and I doubt it would fit in a briefcase."

Elijah grins. "Think about the helmet collapsing. I engineered it such that it should fold up into the collar of the suit. Wear a turtle neck, or a collared shirt, or just tuck it into a pocket and you ought to be fine. It's pretty flexible."

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You do as he ask, focusing on the helmet collapsing into itself. Suddenly the HUD vanishes, and the portion of the helmet covering your eyes pops out and splits apart. The helmet divides itself into two halves and swiftly folds itself up, forming a tight ring around your neck just as Elijah described. You think about the helmet assembling itself around your head and it begins to unfold itself. You repeat the process a few times before ultimately leaving it in its more compact form.

You hold out your hand and Elijah takes it in his own, his grip firm as you shake hands. "Exactly what I was hoping for, Eli. How much do I owe you?"

Eli shrugs his shoulders. "Ten thousand, I'm giving you a discount since we go back and all. Normally for this sorta work I'd charge ten times that amount, just to give you a frame of reference."

You can easily afford ten thousand dollars without even dipping into your recent payment. Whilst pulling out your phone and thumbing over to your bank app you eye the array of guns lining the wall. Shotguns, rifles, submachine guns, even a massive light machine gun and something which looks patched together with duct tape and bubble gum. A pair of pistols catch your eye, they're of an odd make. They don't have any obvious magazine and they seem to have some sort of battery plugged into their side. What do they shoot?

You don't have any real weapons beyond your powers, maybe you ought to see about purchasing one?

>Buy a gun.
>Naah, you're a shit shot anyway.
>Write-in

>>39944464
>Buy a gun.
Contingency plans are a must.

>>39944464
>Buy a gun.
>Ask if he has one that's as compact as the helmet.

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>>39944437
Oh good lord. What did they *do* to that poor SPAS? The very concept is sickening.

>>39944464
>Buy a gun.
Something compact.

>>39944464
>Buy a gun.
Some energy pistols would be nice

>>39944464
Can we commission another one of his gizmos?

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>>39944508
The stock really fucking irritates me but it's good art, so whatever.

>>39944518
>>39944508
>>39944506
>>39944501
>Buy a gun

>>39944532
Totally, Anon.

>>39944564
So we got 990,000 now right?

>>39944564
Alright, let's commission the armor in that case.

>>39944583
5,990,000

>>39944583
>>39944564
Man being a villain aint cheap, i bet you half the villains are just stealing shit to pay off interest and debts from the cool shit they got.

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>>39944564
For the love of god Soma! Stop!

>>39944564
>>39944598
Supportan' the acquisition of armor.

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>>39944583
Off-Shore: $6,000,000
Checking: $33,293
After making these purchases.

>>39944610
CAN'T WAKE UP INSIDE

>>39944564
The bottom left one looks like it's using a stielhandgranate for a stock

>>39944598
Lets let him show off everything first anon.
>>39944564
Can we ask for armours, gadgets, and a ride?
Also maybe a pet/guard dog for our girlfriend?
jesus soma you are making me regret not going full gizmo here

>>39944564

No SMGs please, we're a more subtle villain than that. Otherwise just go assault rifle if you have to.

>>39944625
Alright, are we voting for a commission next update?

>>39944649
Compact rifle? Maybe we can get a DC-17 wanna be?

>>39944673

Sounds good to me.

I roll to look around

Can we get the laser pistols?

>>39944855
All i want is something we can easily hide.

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You tap in ten thousand into a field in the app and transfer the funds to Eli's account. Once that's finished, you wander over to his wall of weaponry. "I've been thinking about getting my hands on a gun that isn't some cheap-ass plastic glock." You gesture to the various guns lining the rack. "Mind telling me a bit about all these? I don't really know much about guns myself."

Eli comes to stand next to you, staring at his inventions like a proud father. He plucks up on of the pistols and squeezes the trigger. There's a high-pitched squeal, and a glow fills the room as a ball of plasma forms itself just in front of the barrel of the gun. He points the pistol at one of his barricaded windows and releases the trigger, the ball of plasma flying forward. Lightning arcs off the ball as it shoots across the room, only to explode against the barricade.

There's a ring of black around the point of impact, but the barricade is otherwise undamaged. "Energy pistol. Shoots a ball of plasma. Devistating against lightly armored targets but useless against heavy armor. It'll eat through a bulletproof vest at least." He sets it back down gently. "Batteries will usually last you about ten shots, then they'll self-eject and you'll need to slam a new one in."

He gestures to the shotguns. "Most of these are designed to fire slugs. They're essentially mass accelerators. You could use them with buckshot, or whatever, but it'd be less effective. They'll punch a hole in a tank from a hundred yards away but they're a bitch to reload and slow to fire, unless you're really good with shotguns. I know that doesn't apply to you."

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He runs his fingers along the light machine gun, almost lovingly. "This baby fires one thousand exploding rounds per minute. Practically a weapon of mass destruction. Heavy as hell though, and not at all subtle. Not really your sorta weapon, y'know?"

You're not sure if you agree with him, but you're not going to interrupt while he's on a roll. Next he points to the bulky, taped together assault rifle hanging on the wall. "This was the first weapon I ever crafted. Fires semi-molten spikes through a mass accelerator. Kicks hard enough to dislocate your shoulder and it's got shit penetrating power. Against unarmored targets though, there's nothing better."

He shrugs. "Any idea what you're looking for? I might be able to invent something to suit your needs. I've actually been thinking I could design some gauntlets and boots to channel your telekinetic power and maybe allow you flight, but I'm still not sure how I would go about that. I might need to turn it into an entire suit, just to add stabilizers and the like."

You were actually thinking of commisioning an armored suit, so that would work out perfectly. "I want something compact, something I can conceal. Other than that I don't really have any preference."

He points at you, his voice enthusiastic. "In that case, go with the pistols or one of the submachine guns. I've got a pretty good mix of SMGs which fire actual bullets and SMGs which fire plasma projectiles very rapidly. Plasma is weak as hell but does a lot of damage when it does manage to get past armor, and bullets have great penetration power but they're not as likely to reduce your target into a caustic mush."

>Buy both of the pistols
>Buy one of the pistols
>Buy a SMG
>Buy a shotgun.
>Comission a gun from him (Write-in specifications)

>Comission an armored flight suit.
>Comission just an armored suit.
>Comission gauntlets to amplify your telekinetics
>Don't comission anything
>Write-in

>>39944975

>>Comission a gun from him
Compact assault rifle >>39944673

>>Comission gauntlets to amplify your telekinetics

>>39944975
>Comission an armored flight suit.
>Buy one of the pistols

>>39944975
>>Comission a gun from him (Write-in specifications)
DC-17, slug variant

>>39944975
>Buy one of the pistols
>Buy a SMG
The pistol as a back up weapon in intense firefighare
>Comission gauntlets to amplify your telekinetics

>>39944975
>Buy a SMG
>Comission just an armored suit.
>Comission gauntlets to amplify your telekinetics

>>39944975
>>Buy both of the pistols
double the pistol double the fun

>>Comission gauntlets to amplify your telekinetics

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>>39944975
>>39945044
>>39945040
Supporting. Hey, could we get a FMG-9? They're pretty great.

>>39945048
>>39945040
>>39945010
No armour, thats pretty bold when vigilantes and cops will be shoot and throwing shit at our unprotected self.

>>39944975
>Buy one of the pistols
>Comission just an armored suit.

>>39944975


>Buy one of the pistols
>Buy a SMG

No opinion on the other stuff, but I'm liking the backup weapon, and the back-up back-up weapon. Works for THE FREEMAN, will work for us.

>>39944975
>Buy one of the pistols
>Comission an armored flight suit.

>>39944975
>Buy a SMG
>Comission an armored flight suit.

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>smgfags

>>39945135
>>39945040
>>39945138
>>39945019
>>39945146
>>39945085
>One pistol

>>39945048
Gee Billy, your Mom let you have TWO pistols?

>>39945152
>>39945138
>>39945044
>>39945040
>>39945085
>SMG

>>39945010
>>39945035
>Commission a gun.

>>39945085
>>39945044
>>39945135
>Just an armored suit.

>>39945152
>>39945146
>>39945019
>Flight suit.

So you'll commission the gauntlets and buy an SMG and one of the pistols. Any preference as to ballistic vs energy SMG? People seem divided on the flight suit vs the armored suit. I'll have Cesare ask about prices for both.

>>39945206
Energy pistol, Solid round SMG

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>>39945206
FINALLY! Got my .Webm. Anyone not want an FMG-9 expy now?

>>39945206

Since the pistol is Energy, balance it out with a ballistic SMG. Don't want to be fucked by something that shrugs off plasma.

>>39945233
>>39945250

We still can't deal with heavily armored targets with this get-up.

>>39945206
ballistic smg

>>39945268
we are a telekinetic we can train our self to get stronger so we can throw heavily armored targets at other targets.

>>39945268
Called using our powers i believed. We could have picked for the heavy bruiser, but we picked movement type powers instead.

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>>39945268
The DC-17 has an anti-armor configuration

>>39945298
>>39945300
Heavy armored targets are... heavy though. Well we ARE getting those gloves too.

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>>39945206
Any chance of getting a more elegant weapon for a more civilized age?

You pick up one of the pistols and eye the rack of SMGs. "I'll take one of the pistols, and..." You trail off, reaching for one of the submachine guns which fires bolts of plasma but switching at the last minute to one of the more compact ballistic submachine guns. What convinced you was the realization that the ballstic submachine gun could be folded in on itself.

You set the pistol aside and gently remove the SMG from the rack, pushing down on a pin and pulling the front half of the weapon forward. It slides out, and push down on the stock, sliding it up until it clicks in place at the muzzle. The magazine seems to be loaded into the grip, so you don't need to unload it to conceal it.

Once you've folded it up, you press down on the latch and it flicks open. The stock must be spring loaded. "I'll take this as well. How much for both?"

Eli points to the pistol first. "Fifteen thousand-" Then to the SMG in your arms. "Seven thousand. The pistol was tough to make work. I mean, I rely on atmospheric plasma to make the projectile. Do you know how hard it is to design a weapon based on atmospheric plasma?" He takes your blank stare to be a no. "Exactly."

You fold up the SMG and set it down next to the pistol. "I've also been thinking. How much would it cost to comission an armored suit? Both flying and nonflying variants. Maybe have the gauntlets of both amplify my telekinetics."

Eli wanders over to his bank of computer monitors and presses a key, causing all six of them to spark to life at once. He taps another key and a program boots, he taps in a few keys and a suit of armor starts to sketch itself from nothing. In the end, a figure is displayed. Forty thousand dollars. He types in something else, and the suit is altered. The figure updates as well. Sixty five thousand dollars.

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Eli swivels around in his chair, resting his elbows against his knees. "Right, so. The armored suit with the gauntlets would cost me about forty thousand, which means I'd charge you about forty-five. The flight suit would be sixty five for me, which means seventy for you. These are rough estimates by the way, I may update the figure as I work."

Yeesh, seems you'll need to dip into your newly acquired millions either way.

>Commission the armored suit w/ amplifying gauntlets.
>Commission the flight suit w/ amplifying gauntlets.
>You're not interested in either.

>Buy the SMG and pistol at the named prices.
>Try to negotiate the prices down.

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The true weapon for any purpose

>>39945441
>>Commission the armored suit w/ amplifying gauntlets.

>Buy the SMG and pistol at the named prices.

>>39945441
>Commission the armored suit w/ amplifying gauntlets.
>Buy the SMG and pistol at the named prices.

>>39945441
>Commission the flight suit w/ amplifying gauntlets.
>Buy the SMG and pistol at the named prices.
hey guys let's play a non-jewish character

>>39945441
>Commission the flight suit w/ amplifying gauntlets.

What else are we going to use our money for? need to spend money to make it, and if it saves our life it doesn't matter how much it costs.

>Buy the SMG and pistol at the named prices.

Our buddies already cutting into his profits for us, lets not insult him. We've got enough money for this small stuff.

>>39945421
>Commission the armored suit w/ amplifying gauntlets.
>Buy the SMG and pistol at the named prices.

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>>39945441
>Commission the armored suit w/ amplifying gauntlets.
>Buy the SMG and pistol at the named prices.
I'm all for haggling but I don't want to make it the focus of this character. Plus he already gives us a bro discount anyway.

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This has the most flexibility, and should give us the ability to adapt and overcome any opponent

>>39945441
>Commission the flight suit w/ amplifying gauntlets.
>Buy the SMG and pistol at the named prices.
>>39945473
>>39945478
Please don't bring that mentality when buying shit from other people.
>>39945504
Agreed

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>>39945441
>Commission the flight suit w/ amplifying gauntlets.

>>39945514
>>39945447
If you're shooting brainless robots or unsuspecting laser monks and are wearing 70 pounds in armor and load bearing gear, maybe. Assault isn't our style. Plasma gat is.

>>39945441
>Commission the flight suit w/ amplifying gauntlets.

>>39945504
>>39945515
>>39945488
>>39945478
>>39945473
>>39945467
>>39945466
>Don't be a jew.

>>39945515
>>39945478
>>39945473
>>39945528
>>39945559
>Fly like an eagle.

>>39945466
>>39945467
>>39945488
>>39945504
>Armored suit.

Calling it before we tie again. Flight suit it is. Writin'

>>39945528
It weighs 5 kg, which means it is light enough for us to comfortably carry and since it is small and compact, is still what we want

>>39945559
Oh, also
>Buy the SMG and pistol at the named prices.

>>39945570
>>Don't be a jew.
i dont think were a tall dark elf jew.

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>>39945571
Dude. That's about 11 pounds. Know how much an M4 carbine weighs? 6.5, assuming Magpuke MOE accessories. Know how much an M24 bolt action weights? 11 pounds. You want to say something that's twice as heavy as the gold standard of rifles and about the same weight as a long arm is light? You really want to do that?

>>39945607
No but we could go by Crazy Hassan once or twice to fuck with people no?

>>39945632
3 weapons, 1 platform, that's a helluva lot better than carrying three different guns

>>39945638
>>39945570
Speaking of which does the mask have a voice synthesizer?
>>39945570
Can we ask for any drones/pets to guard our girlfriend?

>>39945632
And we're about to get some powered armor I assume the armor is going to be powered so weight won't be as big of an issue

>>39945661
But we don't need a sniper rifle. Or a mortar. Do we? Are we going to fight armor when we could teleport or fly away? Gonna make use of our non-existent marksmanship training?

>>39945684
Actually, we're getting a flightsuit. Which would play even more to the light, ambush type.

>>39945668
She doesn't know MC is a superhuman, let's not buy her robot drones that imply that he is and that he has a lot of money.

>>39945719
Which is why i siad pet, disguise the little fucker to look like a cute dog, or giver her a piece of jewelry that can make a temporary force-field.
i still think she might be a hero or relted to one.

>>39945752
Doesn't sound like this guy's focus, he seems more weaponry focused, maybe the force field one, but I don't see it really coming into play, she doesn't know about MC's villain activities, doesn't participate in anything criminal, and I don't really feel like he cares enough about her for her to be used as a hostage. Just feels like more opportunities for the secret to be revealed if we do this.

>>39945853
I believe he was planning on marrying her.

>>39945869
Maybe I should reread the first thread, it has been a while.

>>39945884
It was mistake mixed up Love interest with something else.
He cares for her, but they have only been together around 6 months.

>not banished quest
>act like banished quest

Well, crowd, you heard the rest of the crowd. Rev your engines and shitpost.

>>39945924
?

Can we ask eli if he knows any good techies? They're really important for heists and the last one was a faggot. Also nigger son we never had, insane cannibal friend, and Cuck friend when

>>39945924
did you see us ignore the Jew option like come on son

>>39945924
Begone shit poster, you aren't wanted.

>>39945947
I didn't completely shitpost with DC-17 spam

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>>39945967
Okay, that's true. Plus for that.

But still: Immediate arguments, piles of no you, no you, proto-waifu crap.. jesus.

>>39946001
>proto-waifu crap
Actually there is already a waifu anon, soma said that he tries to always give the MC a love interest to cut out wiafu wars.
The only reason Mik didn't keep his is because of being a vatis.

>>39946054
I know. See the anon already wanting to buy drones and pets to PROTECT HER PRECIOUSNESS?

>>39946054
>The only reason Mik didn't keep his is because of being a vatis.
Mistakes were made.
vasuda is best girl now that you fags turned down chrys

>>39946085
That's a pretty funny way of spelling meek, damaged, helpless, damsel in distress that's been thoroughly used by our brother.

>>39946085
im a little behind on banished what has happened.

>>39946101
Better than darzi, who has been thoroughly used by several bandits

go away

>>39946121
Didn't turn her into a helpless whelp. Not many people can say the same after such a thing.

You tap in twenty two thousand dollars into your phone and transfer the funds to Eli's account. "I think I'll take the flight suit. Payment upon delivery, as usual. Oh, before I go. Does this helmet have a voice synthesizer?"

Eli gestures vaguely in your general direction. "Yeah, and yeah. Well, more of a voice modulator. It can change the pitch of your voice but it can't emulate the voices of others." He swivels around to face his bank of computer monitors. "Anyway, good luck out there Kaiser-" A nickname he gave you when the two of you still worked together. "-good luck out there. I'm guessing the suit will take me about a month to smash together, but I'll call you if it gets done sooner. Oh, and you can grab some ammunition from the bin by the door."

You debate where to stick the pistol, at one point accidentally pressing a button on the side. You're pleased to see that it collapses into itself, and you're able to slide it into your pocket. Damn, that's convenient. The SMG is a bit easier since folded up it doesn't really look like anything. You'll just carry it out. "See yah, Eli. Try and get out in the sun from time to time."

He grunts, barely acknowledging that you've spoken as he starts crafting your suit in his design program. You slip out the heavy steel door, pausing only to collect ten spare batteries and six magazines, and slide the bulky construction closed behind you. The lock grinds into place as soon as it shuts.

It's a short trip through the abandoned apartment building down to the street, where your car sits parked outside. It's an unwieldy yacht of a car, all plush leather and real wood paneling, but damn if it isn't comfy. You fish your keys out of a pocket and pop the trunk, depositing the SMG in the trunk before climbing into the driver's seat.

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You check the time. The meeting you had was scheduled for four PM, at an address about a half hour from here. Right now it's just approaching two o'clock, so you've got an hour to kill. You drive around the block while you consider your options. You could always just grab some lunch, you're sorta hungry after this morning's activities. You could also find a shooting range and get a little practice in. Then again, it might be wise to scout the area out just in case you need to make a quick escape.

>Scout out the area.
>Find a shooting range.
>Get some lunch.
>Write-in

>>39946103
Route lock for chry happened, it was done when a majority of her fags were asleep so she got locked out, and soma said its gonna be pretty hard to go back.

>>39946153
>>Scout out the area.

>>39946155
Can you not talk about another quest here please?

>>39946153
>>Scout out the area.
nice car
>>39946155
wow how did that happen?

>>39946155
Thank god for Americans. Keeping Banished Quest safe from shitty Europoor and Aussie taste since 2014.

>>39946153
>Scout out the area.

>>39946153
Get something from a drive-thru and
>Scout out the area.
Don't want to go on an empty stomach.

>>39946153

>Fast food drive thru, eat while scouting. Good cover so people don't notice you.

>>39946153
>Scout out the area.
>>39946171
Will be the last time.
>>39946174
Soma ran a bit earlier than usual.

>>39946153
>Find a shooting range.

>>39946153
>Scout out the area.

>>39946190
>Soma ran a bit earlier than usual.
i take it some people are pissed.

>>39946153
>Scout out the area.

>Snag some fast food and scout the area.
Writin'

>>39946155
It's not a route lock, and you can go back if people vote for it. I just doubt people will vote for it. Then again, that entire segment surprised me. Still just a little bit salty I didn't get to write about the Siege of Polop.

Anyway, that's all I'll say about the matter here. Take these sorts of questions to my ask.fm page.

>>39946239
Can we get a Siege of Polop omake once Banished is over?

>>39946239
We really need an irc or something for banished.

>>39946153
>Scout out the area.
>>39946239
Get used to us ignoring plot hooks cause after the pa'vala people wanna power level for awhile.

>>39946313
We don't have to ignore plot hooks, powerleveling doesn't take up time in the thread anymore
I've started to completely hate players like you

>>39946391
Please stop talking about Banished here.

>>39946391
I know I used to love the adventure as much as you. I just wanna get strong enough that we can really make a difference and not nearly die every other thread. Then the adventure comes and its better for it.

>>39946405
Banished Quest
Ok now I'm done.

>>39946405
I apologize.

>>39946239
I'm salty too soma. Your description of it made me excited as fuck but I guess it scared everyone else off

You resolve to scout the area. Setting off towards the riverfront you navigate light traffic while listening to the radio. Every AM station on the air is talking about the situation in the Middle East. Iran is advancing on Mecca, militants seized Baghdad, Israel launching a two pronged assault on Syria and Jordan. On and on it goes. You switch to FM, and fiddle with the radio until you find a rock station you like. Now that the boomers have finally started dying en masse you can usually find a rock station that plays something released after the twentieth century.

You swing through a drive through and get an order of chicken strips, the least greasy thing on the menu, before heading towards the meeting place in the shittier part of town. The further you get from downtown the more dilapidated the buildings become. It used to be that the suburbs were the nicest parts of any city, but these days it's the opposite. What were once ghettos and tenement buildings have been gentrified or replaced, and the suburbs have turned into drug infested shitholes.

You drive past a crumbling tower. It seems abandoned, and the front doors are bound together with a rusty chain. There's a side door open though. Looks like the entrance to a fire escape. This seems like the sort of place you'd expect to find homeless people shooting heroin. You take a few drives around the block, and increasingly find that you stick out like a sore thumb. Not only your car, but your clothes and just your appearance in general. You don't have enough open sores to fit in here. It'll be a bitch to find a safe place to park that doesn't get your car broken into.

(1/2)

If you need to make a break for it, there are three obvious avenues of escape. You could hop into your car and book it down the riverfront to greener pastures, or deeper into the slums. You find that the streets grow narrow and winding the deeper in you go, as people have thrown together shacks in the road for housing. You could also head out on foot. There are all sorts of old factories and warehouses and apartments to get lost in. It just depends on what they come at you with. An old rail bridge catches your eye as well. Your car could barely fit on the tracks, and it would take you to the other side of the river. Might be worth a shot.

As you pull back up to the tower you slide your car into an alleyway and park just in front of a garbage can. Ensuring that you have all of your valuables, you have your helmet slide up to conceal your face. Might as well maintain some modicum of secrecy, as long as you're trying to be a supervillain.

Stepping out you lock your car, reaching into your pocket to grip the handle of your pistol. It's a strange comfort. You slip into the fire escape and ascend the stairs, switching on nightvision to allow you to orient yourself. The stairwell is disgusting, and you identify more than a few piles of what could either be vomit of faeces. This place is clearly lived in. You pass a blood stained mattress on the sixth floor, but as you turn the corner to ascend the stairs to the eighth you're met with a surprisingly sleek metal doorway.

It's painted white, with an orange symbol emblazoned on the front. It clashes quite starkly with its surroundings. This is the top floor, the eighth floor, so you can only assume that this is where your meeting is supposed to be. There's a speaker embedded in the wall near the door, but you don't see any call button.

(2/3)

As you approach, a buzzer sounds and the door hisses open. Inviting you in. It's well lit inside so you deactivate your night vision. It seems to be some sort of airlock, since there's a second door inside. You get the feeling that you won't be able to get out again without the assent of whoever controls this facility.

>No sense backing out now.
>You've got a bad feel about this, Scoob. Ditch.
>Write-in

>>39946685
>You've got a bad feel about this, Scoob. Ditch.
This is totally a government honeypot.

>>39946685
>>Write-in
Get our helmet to analyze the shit out of everything

>>39946685
>No sense backing out now.

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>>39946685
>No sense backing out now.
Can we blink through walls?
Also
>>39946732

>>39946685
>No sense backing out now.
don't be a puss

>>39946746
You've got to have line of sight to wherever you blink. So if there's no window you can't blink through walls. If there is, then yeah it's no problem.

>>39946732
>>39946746
>>39946685
Might as well. Supportan' advanced reconnaissance. Though I doubt they'll really kill someone they just paid five mill for.

>>39946685
>>No sense backing out now.

i know what we did we auditioned for a spot in a secret evil villans group

>>39946685
>No sense backing out now.
>>39946732
Seconded

>>39946685
>No sense backing out now.But keep on high alert

>>39946764
Would x-ray through a wall count? I don't think the helmet has x-ray, but it might one day

>>39946685
>>No sense backing out now.
We could likely punch a hole through a wall. and blink out of the building.
We can carry several tons to I am sure We could pick up several people and throw them against an opposite wall wall while we break one and blink the fuck out.
If shit starts to look bad.

>>39946824
X-Ray would allow you to jump but it'd be harder to do so, and some materials could block x-ray.
ANYWAY writin' for
>No sense bein' a giant pussy, but be careful.

>>39946851
Don't forget we have that plasma pistol that is decent.

>>39946816
Take the name off, faglord.

>>39946906
inb4 he just changes his name to faglord

>>39946966
Not that namefag but...

>>39946906
Im with this guy.

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You scan the walls of the chamber carefully. You identify six chemical sprayers arrayed in clear sight. You suppose that would make sense if it was a decontamination chamber of some sort. Your mask should filter out anything harmful, so it's not a huge concern. You spare your clothes a glance. You're wearing a short sleeved white t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and a thick canvas jacket. You decided against wearing your body armor, a decision you're starting to regret.

So long as they don't hit you with mustard gas or acid or something like that you should be fine. Stepping into the chamber the door slides shut behind you, air hissing as the chamber pressurizes. Mist starts to spray from the nozzles lining the ceiling, covering you in some sort of rapidly evaporating substance. You can't smell it, but a display pops up on your HUD telling you it's medical grade alcohol in solution with water.

After a few seconds the mist stops and the other door slides open. You step into a darkened room. Switching on your night vision you see three figures standing still in the room. Each one is garbed in long robes and wearing some sort of mask. None of them seemed armed, but they could hide a lot in those robes.

More worrying than the three men are the eight turrets with their barrels pointed in your direction. They're not firing, but you're sure if you make some sort of wrong move they'll start firing. You take a few confident steps forward and deactivate the night vision just as a spotlight flicks on, illuminating you and the three other figures. You'd be blinded, but your helmet corrects for the sudden brightness.

(1/3)

In the light, you can see more detail on each of the three figures. The one on the left is wielding some sort of rifle, and wearing an armored suit from what you can see. His mask is modeled after a gaunt face. You'd describe it as skeletal. The one on the right is wearing the longest robes of any of them, and seems to have on a gas mask of some sort. The one in the center is the most monstrous of the three, his mask obviously meant to imitate a skull.

It's the one on the right who speaks, his voice coming out distorted and warbling. "Welcome. We apologize for the locale, but it is necessary to remain discreet."

The one on the left picks up where the one on the right leaves off, their two voices indistinguishable except by the direction from which they originate. "We have a few jobs for you to choose from. We are pleased with your previous performance and these have been selected to play to your strengths."

The one to your left falls silent and the figure in the center picks up. Unlike the other two, his voice isn't distorted. He sounds old and weary, or perhaps wizened. He's obviously a man, judging by the pitch of his voice. "I give you a choice. A luxury that not everyone receives. Regardless of what you pick, the payment will be two million dollars."

You frown, you were hoping for something a little more than two million. Your last job was six million, after all. Granted they were probably planning for you to split that with the mercenaries you hired. Your good fortune they all either failed you or died. Silence reigns for an uncomfortable stretch, so you decide you might as well speak. "I suppose I'll hear out your offers, at least. No guarantee I'll accept."

(2/3)

The one on your left voices his job first. "There is an estate outside of the city, in the mountains. It houses a very valuable piece of technology. It's stored in the basement. We wish for you to retrieve it. The identity of the item should be self-evident upon entering the basement."

Next the one to your right speaks. "We have identified the civilian guise of one 'Doctor Voxel'. A man with the ability to create matter at will." You've heard of him. He's one of the most prominent heroes working with the government. He's created all sorts of revolutionary materials which defy the laws of physics. "We wish for you to kill him. Details will be sent to you upon accepting our offer."

The central figure is the last to speak. "A rival firm has been interfering with my business. I wish for you to place a bomb in their building. You need not detonate it, I will handle that myself. As my associate said, details will be sent if you accept."

You find it odd that the central figure is the only one to refer to itself in the first person singular. The others both used plural.

>Accept the job to steal the device.
>Accept the job to kill the Doctor.
>Accept the job to plant the bomb.
>Politely refuse to work with these creeps.

>>39947315
Murder and assassination isn't really our shin-dig. Neither is terrorism. I'll go for

>Accept the job to steal the device.

Thieves Guild>Black Brotherhood.

>>39947315
>Accept the job to kill the Doctor.
assassin villains are best villains

>>39947315
>>Accept the job to steal the device.

>>39947315
>Accept the job to steal the device.

>>39947315
>Accept the job to steal the device.
We letting our friend get first dibs though.

>>39947315
>>Accept the job to plant the bomb.

>>39947315
>Accept the job to steal the device.

>>39947315
>>Accept the job to plant the bomb.

>>39947315
>Accept the job to kill the Doctor.

>>39947315
>Accept the job to steal the device

Everything else seems like it would bring too much heat down. We don't even know if the theft would be reported to others. Don't like the minimalist briefing, but we aren't the ones with the leverage.

>>39947315
>Accept the job to plant the bomb.

>>39947315
>Accept the job to steal the device.

>>39947315
>>Accept the job to steal the device.
We can have eli take a look at it before we hand it off. See if he could make use of it.
With the prices he gives us. we may as well look out for him when we can.
Let him take a sneak peek at it, before handing it off.

>>39947315
>Accept the job to steal the device.

>>39947396
My thoughts exactly.
These fuckers are being vague, might as well abuse those vague instructions.

>>39947406
>>39947396
>>39947387
>>39947380
>>39947373
>>39947371
>>39947370
>>39947365
>>39947337
>Steal the device.

>>39947347
>>39947379
>Kill ze Doktor

>>39947382
>>39947375
>>39947372
>Imitate Muslims/Irishmen

Looks like you'll steal the device. Writin'

>>39947315

>>Accept the job to steal the device.

>>39947444
Stealing it is then. While they clearly don't want to tell us what it is, can we at least ask about its size and weight?

It's totally going to be some amazing technology which we will end up keeping to ourselves and those three hooded men will try to kill us.

>plant bomb
Easy
>steal top of the line tech
Hard
>Kill hero with OP powers
Suicidal
Nice choice anons
Time to steal the shinies
Also we should start using our money to get some gold, or any other non-perishable material that will hold its value, possible start a share cropper thing out in the sticks, under someone else's name, dad will know someone, and hide it out there.

>>39947512
We kind of have to, so we know if we need some sort of special transportation for it.

>>39947580
Gonna need to launder the money too, and get a base of operations other than our apartment where we sleep at night. Maybe a factory? With a bunker of some kind hidden under some equipment, our powers would make moving it easy.

Its been ages since it ran, but does anyone else remember Iron Master? last decent cape-villain quest i remember

You glance between each of the three figures. You're not sure you'd be able to just kill someone in cold blood. Sure you probably killed or at least severely injured a few cops while making your escape from the bank, but those were cops. Plus they'd been shooting at you. You bear no ill will towards a bunch of office workers nor towards this Doctor Voxel character.

So you decide to steal whatever it is they want you to steal. Not like they're being particularly detailedi n their description. "I'll steel whatever this piece of tech is. Mind describing it for me in a little more detail than 'I'll know it when I see it'? Because that's not helpful."

The figure on your left, the one in the armored suit and holding the rifle, speaks up while the other two remain silently staring at you. "Information will be sent to you via phone in the form of a diagnostic file describing the device and its function."

As soon as he's finished speaking the lights shut off, and you're left momentarily submerged in darkness. You flick on your night vision and see the three figures descending silently into the floor on powered lifts of some sort. This would probably be really eerie without the helmet. You might actually be slightly intimidated.

The door slides open behind you and cast light on the room, revealing it to be empty. When you turn around, you find that the turrets are gone too. You deactivate the nightvision to step into the decontamination chamber, wondering why there is a decontamination chamber in the first place while it mist you with what is essentially rubbing alcohol. Why would they need the room to be sterile?

It isn't long before you're stepping out into the alley where you parked your car. You're relieved to see it unscathed. No broken windows, nobody took a dump on the roof, no graffiti. You slip inside and kick the car into reverse, practically peeling out in your rush to get the hell away from this part of town.

(1/2)

Your windows are tinted, so you let your helmet slide away. It's as you're driving along the riverfront towards the nicer side of downtown that your phone buzzes. You reach for it, but think better of fucking around on your phone while you drive.

As you near downtown you see a flash in the air, followed by the bright bloom of an explosion and a figure crashing through the windows of a skyscraper. Glass clatters against the pavement near you shortly after the sound of the explosion reaches you, thundering dully in your ears. The cops haven't yet arrived to seal the area off, so the fight must have just broken out. Your helmet slides up to cover your face almost unbidden and your view focuses in on the figure flying towards the tower.

It's a woman, you can't tell her age. She's wearing an armored suit covered in jets which she seems quite adept at controlling. The explosion seems to have been caused by a battery of rockets sitting on her shoulder. Whoever she's fighting must be pretty sturdy to survive getting hit by a rocket. She's wearing a full mask, so you can't really tell much about her.

>Head back to your apartment.
>Find a cafe to get a cup of coffee and read through the details.
>Look for a shooting range to get some practice in.
>Try to get a better view of whatever the hell is going on
>Write-in

>>39947818
>>Find a cafe to get a cup of coffee and read through the details.

>>39947818
>>Try to get a better view of whatever the hell is going on
>>Write-in
try to call the girl friend

>>39947818
>shooting range
our guns skills a shit

>>39947846
Yep. Definitely need to improve on that read the file between magazines but do we have a license for firearms? If not go get coffe and read the file.

>>39947818
>Find a cafe to get a cup of coffee and read through the details.

>>39947818
>>Look for a shooting range to get some practice in.

>>39947818
>Try to get a better view of whatever the hell is going on

>>39947818
>>Try to get a better view of whatever the hell is going on
ohh look it a women who my or may not be our girlfriend.

>>39947818
>>Look for a shooting range to get some practice in.
>Try to not get arrested for using illegal weapons

>>39947841
Seconded

>>39947818
>Look for a shooting range to get some practice in.

>>39947818
>Try to get a better view of whatever the hell is going on

>>39947913
>>39947907
>>39947841
>>39947935
>Chase the obvious plothook.

>>39947916
>>39947846
>>39947903
>>39947936
>Target shooting.

>>39947832
>>39947894
>Relax, get some coffee, read the file.

FINAL DESTINATION TIME, since we're tied and I want to get some coffee.

VOTE
1
To observe the fight.

VOTE
2
To look for a shooting range.

>>39947952
2

>>39947952
2

>>39947952
2

>>39947952
1

>>39947952
1

>>39947952
1

>>39947952

1

>>39947952
2

>>39947952
Can we call the girlfriend either way?

>>39947952
1

>>39947952
1

>>39947968
Invalid

>>39947968
please fix this vote.

>>39947973
The guy that seconded you and i wish to call girlfriend as well.

>>39947952
2

>>39947952
1

>>39948012
I didn't vote for it earlier, I voted for shooting range, I just think it's a good idea.

>>39947952
1

>>39947996

I'm to this quest, why is this invalid?

>>39948045
no spaces or > are allowed.

>>39947952
2

>>39947952
2

>>39947952
1

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>39947956
>>39947958
>>39947959
>>39947971
>>39948024
>2

>>39947960
>>39947963
>>39947966
>>39947979
>>39947981
>1

>>39948024
Last valid vote.

>>39947973
Sure.

And we're still tied. I'm rolling for it.

For those unfamiliar, Final Destination voting means quote my post and select the number you want to see, with no other text or characters. Only votes in the first five minutes are counted.

>>39948088
So we going with 1 since its in the second slot?

>>39948104
Nope

>>39948088
if you look just before you called for a final destination vote you missed one vote

>>39948088

Are we calling the girlfriend either way though?

>>39948127
Yup.

>>39948104
Nah, it's the number rolled not the slot it's in.

>>39948123
Eh, I already did the vote.

goddamn it why avoid the plot hook the quest just fucking started.

>>39948088
>training over plot
you will never escape it soma

>>39948198
Where do you think these players came from?

>>39948198
>>39948199
>>39948205
>Implying both options don't lead to PLOT.

>>39948198
Probably because it's too obvious.

>>39948222
Thank you based soma

>>39948205
i know but come the fuck on its a different quest
and i mean sure its pretty obvious it the girlfriend but this is a super villain and super hero genre it a cliche for a reason.

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>>39948222

>>39948263
Oi. Calm down Swedish asbergers. Eat some meatballs or whatever and chill. We'll find out what's up eventually.

>>39948376
i wish there was a way to convey being overly dramatic for the sake of being overly dramatic.

i mean we could of had fun with knowing her secret like watching old super hero movies we the hero has a romantic relation ship with a villain.

You drive on slowly, tapping a button on your steering will as you distance yourself from the fight. Your music cuts out and the car chimes, indicating that it's waiting for your voice command. Once your helmet has collapsed into a metal band surrounding your neck, you speak loudly and clearly to get your meaning across. "Call Rosa, mobile."

The car chimes again and a moment later ringing filters through the speakers. Rosa picks up on the third ring. Her voice is slurred and weak, like she's only just woken up. "Hey Monti, what's up?"

Another explosion filters through the thick sound proofing of your car. "I just wanted to make sure you were safe." Partially true, your paranoia got the best of you and you worried she might secretly be a superhero or something like that. If she's registered you're not sure it'd be safe to associate with her. "There's a fight going on downtown, a woman shooting rockets from her shoulders at some other dude, didn't see them. Anyway, glad to hear your voice."

She yawns on the other end of the line, and you hear sheets ruffling. "Awww, that's sweet Monti. I take it you're fine? How's work?"

You speed up a bit to avoid an oncomming cop car with its sirens on, which comes screeching at full speed around the corner just seconds behind you. "I'm fine, and work is hectic. I'm running across town to meet with a client. He's throwing a shitfit because one of the boys in tech forgot to close his brackets. Anyway, I should be home in an hour or two. Love yah."

(1/3)

She responds in kind, and the line disconnects. You pluck up your phone and quickly key in a search for near-by shooting ranges while you drive. If you're really going to get into this whole supervillain thing you need to learn to shoot. Sure your powers are versatile but they're not exactly bruiser powers. One is a utility power with some attack and defense capabilities and the other enhances your mobility.

You find an indoor shooting range downtown and navigate your way through city traffic to reach the place. You find a parking space just outside and siddle out of your car, retrieving your SMG and your six extra magazines from the trunk. The great thing about living in Virginia is that not only do you not need to register your guns, it's an open carry state.

The building itself is a long, squat brick construction. It's painted black, with set of red crosshairs painted on the side. Ducking inside, you find the interior to be dimly lit and full of smoke. Automatic gunfire echoes from just beyond a door off to the side of the register. Sounds like the range is pretty full today.

The owner is sitting behind a glass case full of handguns and knives, a cigarette dangling from his lips and a shotgun sitting next to him. He's portly, and wears a greasy shirt and a pair of jeans. Despite his appearance he kicks his feet off the counter and stands up to greet you cheerily. "Welcome to Happy Harry's House of Handguns!" Guy digs his alliteration, you suppose. "I'm Harry. What can I getcha?"

You hold up your SMG. "I was actually just hoping to use your range. I've been meaning to practice my shooting for a while."

Harry leans his weight against the counter top. "Well, range is ten dollars per use or free for members. Membership is fifty dollars a year. If you plan on coming here often, I recommend getting the membership. First time's free though, so go right on inside."

(2/3)

You nod in thanks before grabbing a set of foam ear plugs out of a bin and inspecting them to make sure they're clean. Satisfied that they are, you push them into your ears and shoulder open the door to the range.

Immediately you're assaulted by a barage of noise. Guns firing off all around you, men yelling, music pounding through the speakers. It's overwhelming, but you navigate your way to an empty stall. There's already a target set up down range, about a hundred feet. A knob on the counter top probably serves to adjust the range. You move it in to fifty feet, since you know you're a terrible shot, before unfolding your SMG and bracing the butt of the gun against your shoulder.

>ROOOOLL 3d10+1 to see how you do! DC is 10 to hit the target once, 15 to do okay-ish, 20 to do well, and 25 to seem like a crack shot.

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

>>39948555

Rolled 10, 5, 1 + 1 = 17 (3d10 + 1)

>>39948555
pop pop pop making motherfuckers drop

>>39948567
Decent enough I suppose anon.

Rolled 1, 1, 10 + 1 = 13 (3d10 + 1)

>>39948555

Still disappointed we didn't go for pure force and toss in gauntlets for fun. Then, you know, throw small buildings at heroes for fun.

>>39948588
thats a shit roll if i have ever seen one

Rolled 4, 2, 4 + 1 = 11 (3d10 + 1)

>>39948555
Read Worm yet?

>>39948598
we did tho its gonna be with the suit we ordered when we pick it up.

>>39948619
I think anon meant we should have picked Telekinesis again for the secondary power slot to make it retard strong instead of getting the teleport when chargen was happening in thread 1.

>>39948619
thats to improve our powers dimwit.
>>39948598
I wanted to go fully techy myself, but i guess we will have to wait till scifi quest for that.

>>39948555
We should get some optics. I got a ton better at speed shooting by ditching my old MBUS sights and getting an Aimpoint. Fucking love Swedish engineering. They make a world of difference.

How much of a bonus would some reflex or holographic sights get us Soma?

>>39948567
>>39948569
>>39948588
>16, 17, 13 vs DC 15
>Success!
You don't look completely and totally incompetent! Writin'

>>39948619
First thread was a power choice and character creation. We got Force as our first power and threw a bank door at someone. Then given a choice between blinking away (as a secondary power, thus the headaches, probably) or slamming a helicopter the police cars (pure force) we chose the secondary power, giving up the chance for Force+1 powerset. Unless it can develop later, something that seems unlikely given the world so far.

>>39948634
>I wanted to go fully techy myself, but i guess we will have to wait till scifi quest for that.
My disappointed nigga

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>>39948636
Pictured: Protagonist at the range.

>>39948635
I've heard that you get a discount by dressing up as captain sweden or displaying correct tolerance level when purchasing Swedish products. How many niggerdicks did you need to suck to purchase your product?

>>39948646
Could be worse. Could have gone full minion. Or technie minion, creating an army of redshirts.

What is it with telekinetic QMCs being robbers?

>>39948633
ohh i see; well its not like we cant go and practice and get that strong

>>39948555
Oi. We'll never learn how to shoot just plonking away at shit. We need to take a class or something so someone can show us the basics, proper stances, which joint of the finger to use for maximum accuracy, how to position your feet, etc. This is literally the equivalent of walking into a boxing gym and flailing at a punching bag for a bit. We'll never learn this way, and probably pick up some bad habits for our trouble.

>>39948673
Depending on the setting rules, that might actually be the case.

And even if it is the case that we can get stronger through practice, practicing with the pure force set would be stronger than practicing with force+blink.

>>39948635
Probably a +2 or so.

>>39948670
I'unno man.

>>39948673
The structure so far suggests that no, we can't. And given that it's an active quest, we can't find out from Word of Soma. And since it's a world full of superhumans, someone would have puzzled out how by now.

>>39948670
it pretty easy to hull money stacks or bricks of gold when you dont need to use your hands.

>>39948666
Uh, I got mine for $300+fees on a forum, paid with PayPal. Pretty good deal, and the original battery is still kicking after a year.

>>39948686
Could we have used write-ins when we picked the powers in the first thread? Not that I was there anyway.

>>39948686
Fucking sweet. Anyone else think that's an awesome investment-return for about $300-$600?

>>39948689
If you can only do it in visual range, seems like it'd be easier to sit up on a building roof with a telescope and a folding chair and pick pockets.

>>39948721
Less reward, but a lot less danger. A few thousand bucks a minute. Less chance of being caught when people's wallets zoom off into the sky. Or just wait until people go out for the night and hang around outside high-end clubs, the kind that don't do anything but cash.

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You make sure the fire selector is lined up with single shot, that the safety isn't on, and take firm hold of the forward grip. You aim down the sights at the vaguely man-shaped target and squeeze the trigger. You're surprised to find that the kick is negligible, and as you straighten up to inspect your handywork you find that there is a tiny hole just slightly off center of the target.

You look down the sights again and squeeze off a few more rounds, the feel of the rifle in your hands incredibly satisfying. You usually hit the target, though you've yet to hit the little red dot in the center. After emptying the first magazine you lower the gun and press down on the mag release and catch the empty as it falls from the SMG's grip.

You set the empty aside and load a fresh mag, smacking it lightly to make sure it's in before switching the fire selector to fully automatic and raising the butt to your shoulder. This time as you squeeze the trigger five shots rattle out before you can take your finger off again, the muzzle swinging upward. You hadn't really been braced properly. There's a line of bullet holes stitched across the front of the target but there's also a dent in the ceiling where one bullet ricocheted.

You feel someone tap your shoulder, and turn to find a vaguely annoyed looking man with an unhealthy pallor to his skin and a cigarette dangling from his lips staring at you. He wears severe shades of black and grey, and he's got this shitty goatee crawling across his chin. He motions for you to take out your earbuds.

(1/3)

You do so, and he speaks. "Your form is crap, man." You open your mouth to protest, but he waves you off. He snatches the gun from your hands and shoulders you aside, taking up position where you were standing a moment ago and dropping one foot back to brace himself. His whole body is angled forward, his hands firmly clutching the grip and pressing the butt against his shoulder.

He squeezes the trigger and this time the muzzle drift is negligible. He plants three rounds in the target, two dead center and a third just slightly above the red dot of the bull's eye. He does this three more times before thrusting the gun back into your hands and stepping aside. "Imitate me, and don't fuck up this time."

It's hard to make out what he's saying above the noise of the range but you get the gist of it and step into the center of the stall, mimicing his stance. As you raise the gun to your shoulder you start to speak. "You know I appreciate the help and all but you could be a little more-"

He cuts you off. "Shut the fuck up and shoot you whiny faggot. I'm not here to make friends I'm here to make sure you don't kill anyone with your incompetence. Cock munch." God damn, what is this guy's deal? You've half a mind to throw this guy across the room, but his advice is good so you suppose you'll listen for now.

Squeezing the trigger, the muzzle drift this time isn't nearly as bad. It's worse than it was when he did it, but not nearly as bad. You empty the rest of the magazine and press the mag release, catching the empty and setting it down on the counter top. Not bad, you suppose. You even hit the bull's eye once.
>Gunnery skill increased by 1.

(2/3)

You turn to face the asshole who nagged you about it, but he grabs hold of your shoulders and forcibly turns you to face down range. "Keep the gun pointed down range, dumb shit. Even if you think it's empty. Goddamn, you never been shooting before?"

You sigh, setting the rifle down on the counter pointed down range before turning around. "No, I haven't. Well, I have but never at a range."

The man nods. "Yeah, it shows. You're shit." He holds out his hand. "I'm Walter. I give lessons to folks trying to get their concealed carry permit on the weekends."

You take his hand, shaking. His grip is uncomfortably firm. "Cesare." You feel like you need something more than that. "I mostly shoot as a hobby, and in case I ever need to defend myself" That's not entirely a lie, you suppose.

Walter folds his arms in front of his chest. "Great. Well so long as your attacker is standing stock still and doesn't get too close you ought to do just fine. Which is to say, you're fucked if you ever actually need to defend yourself with a firearm."

>You appreciate the pointers but this guy can go fuck himself.
>Ask if he has any other advice, might as well swallow your pride.
>That's enough shooting for today. Excuse yourself and make a break for the exit.
>Write-in

>>39948940
God bless the range rangers.

>>39948950
>Ask if he has any other advice, might as well swallow your pride.

Gotta git gud.

>>39948950
>Ask if he has any other advice, might as well swallow your pride.

>>39948950
>Ask if he has any other advice, might as well swallow your pride.

>>39948950
>>Ask if he has any other advice, might as well swallow your pride

im gonna go to bed.

Think I'll probably call it after the next post. Since it's 3 AM. I dig this setting and the themes and shit, so I might run this again sometime soon. Banished Quest tomorrow and Saturday. I might run this Friday, Sunday, or Monday. Probably either Monday or Sunday. Keep an eye on the twitter.

Writin' for
>Ask if he has any other pointers.

ROOOLL me a 3d10+2 real quick as well.

>>39948995
Oh, yeah. Same DCs as last time. 10 to make slightly less of an idiot of yourself than you would otherwise. 15 to do acceptably. 20 to do well. 25 to do exceptionally.

Rolled 8, 1, 1 + 2 = 12 (3d10 + 2)

>>39948995

Rolled 4, 10, 3 + 2 = 19 (3d10 + 2)

>>39948995
We must not disappoint our senpai!

Rolled 4, 10, 7 + 2 = 23 (3d10 + 2)

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>>39949015
>12, 19, 23 vs DC 15
>Success!
Writin'

>>39949040
>>39949003
Incidentally I sorta like this scaled DC thing I'm doing. I might transfer that over to things that aren't BQ. I feel in BQ Vys makes up for the relative difficulty of hitting the DCs raw.

Considering if we ever get highly leveled in terms of being a Vatis over at Banished, we can potentially just power through every single roll by spending absurd amounts of Vys and topping off reserves with our artifacts.

>>39949114
Thats why soma said after the time skip we would play a new character.

>>39949138
Hopefully we'll be more of a lone wolf. Or have a bunch of constructs. I feel that in Banished Quest, we play so conservatively because we'd absolutely hate for any single one of our companions to get hurt or die.

>>39949153
Or because every single time we did something reckless (admittedly in situations where it was obvious this would happen) we became all kinds of insane as a consequence.

I'm... sort of not trying to shit stir there saying that, but probably am without thinking about it.

You scratch at your forearm uncomfortably. "Got any other tips, so long as you're here?" You'll swallow your pride. You won't like it, but if this guy can help you with your shooting you'll do it.

Walter motions for you to turn around, swirling his finger in the air. "Pick up the rifle and start shooting. I'll correct you whenever you make a mistake."

You spend the next few hours plinking away at targets. Apparently you can get a new target put up by pressing a button. A robotic arm descends from the ceiling and rips off the paper sheet, replacing it with a new one. You shoot at a variety of ranges and settings, from ten feet to two hundred feet. You empty all six magazines that you have for your SMG and eat through one of the batteries for your energy pistol.

You get some looks when you start firing off bolts of plasma, but energy weapons aren't that uncommon. Yours certainly are, since you pulled a bar of metal about the size of your palm out of your pocket, pressed a button, and in an instant held a gun in your hand.

You find that the stance for holding a pistol is wildly different to the stance for shooting with a stock. You started off trying to shoot one handed but Walter chewed you out for a solid ten minutes for the effort. You'll not do that again. Next time you kept both hands firmly on the pistol. You found that the pistol wasn't really accurate beyond a hundred feet, the plasma lost coherency after that point. Might want to bring that to the atttention of Eli.

You come to find that Walter really isn't so bad. Sure, he insults you constantly. However, it seems to usually be a good natured thing. Not always, but usually. By the time you start to pack up your things you really feel like you've learned a lot about shooting. Maybe you'll be able to hit the broadside of a barn in an actual firefight, now.

>EEEEND THREAD

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>>39949114
There's a Banished irc btw
#BanishedDiscussion on Rizon.

>>39949228
Thanks for running boss. G'night. And see you tomorrow.

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>>39949153
or go warrior and have to think out every encounter or die.

>>39948995
B-but what of Life Quest Soma?