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You shut your eyes, trying to drown out the loud, droning music. You really weren’t used to clubs, and it wasn’t exactly the best place to have a serious conversation. Still, your brother’s life could be on the line. It was too important for you to get distracted. What were you going to do? Kaufman was too dangerous to talk to on his own, especially considering you were just some nobody. You had no other leads, unless you could find something else... and then it hits you.

Kaufman’s daughter. She had the most connection to this out of anyone. If only you could find her. You open your eyes, and glance at your friends. “We need to find Alison Kaufman. Do you guys have any ideas?” Rahne chews on her bottom lip before nodding. “Aye. If you could find me something of hers, I could probably track her down. It’s not a perfect solution, but it’s something.”

Match shrugs, “Or, uh, we could ask some people here if they know what she’s up to. Apparently she hung out with that drug dealer guy over there,” he points towards a blue man. Someone you recognize in fact. Jazz. A lowlife wannabe rapper that used to push drugs for Zapruder, before apparently switching sides. He tended to know a lot about everything that was going on, and conveniently, he was a massive coward.

You go over the options in your mind. Lewis might have kept something of hers back at home, and Rahne could use that to track her down, maybe. Or, you could just investigate the old-fashioned way, and have a chat with Jazz.

> So, what do you want to do?
> Find something Alison owned.
> Talk to Jazz.
> Other.

>>44157650
>> Talk to Jazz.
Hey Xfag! Hype!

>>44157650
>> Talk to Jazz.

>>44157650
>> Talk to Jazz.

Glad to see this quest back up.

>>44157650
>Talk to Jazz.

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>>44157674

You decide you’ll start with Jazz. You can always head back to do other stuff later, but for now, it’s best to keep things simple. You approach the man. He’s standing near the bar, and you have a bit of trouble pushing your way to him, but before too long, you stand face to face with him. He glances up at you, and then leans in a bit closer, “Hey, man, I’m nearly outta Juice. You want some, it’ll cost extra.” You try not to let any reaction show on your face, instead just focusing on figuring this out.

> How do you want to do this?
> Talk to him peacefully.
> Rough him up a little.
> Threaten him.

>>44158058
>Talk to him peacefully.

>>44158058
>> Talk to him peacefully

>>44158058
>If you make a move I will leave a scorched hole in your head. Where's my brother?

>>44158058
>> Talk to him peacefully.

>>44158058
I got here as soon as I could. How goes it XFag?

>Talk to him peacefully

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>>44158089
>>44158070

You force a smile and shake your head, “I’m not looking to buy anything. I just have some questions,” and just like that, Jazz seems incredibly nervous. He holds his hands up slightly, “Look, man, I ain’t done nothin’. You have a problem, take it up with Mr. Kaufman, I’m just doin’ what he says.” You really want to hit him, but you restrain yourself, nodding. “I’m sure, I’m sure. The questions aren’t about you, I’m just looking for Mr. Kaufman’s daughter. You seen her?” Jazz looks around, “Uh... sorry. I don’t know anything about that. He has a daughter?” He’s obviously lying, but he turns around, and begins to walk away without saying anything else to you.

> What do you want to do?

>>44158719
I kinda really want to cap him in the back of the knee with a laser, but that seems unhelpful.
> What do you want to do? Grab him and pull him back, ask the question again with threatening, lit up eyes.

>>44158719
"You ain't leaving yet Jazz."

>>44158719
Stop him and say

"Look man, my brothers missing and Kaufmans brat was the last person he was seen with. So either you kindly point out where she is so I can leave you alone, or I can start up a light show with you as the main attraction.

Use our power to make his skin look yellow.

>>44158921
I agree.

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>>44158921

You reach out, grabbing his shoulder and stopping him. He shakes your hand off and turns to you. You start talking, all the while focusing on him and the light around him. “Look, man. My brother’s missing, and Kaufman’s daughter was the last person seen with him. I don’t want any trouble, but if you don’t tell me where she is, I will start a light show with you as the main attraction.” Just as you say that, you decide to slightly shift the colour of his skin to a yellow colour. You’re not making him glow yet, but you make it clear you can.

Jazz glares, but nods. “Okay, okay. I’ll tell you. Last I heard, she was hanging out over in Zapruder’s turf. Apparently she got into a fight with her old man.” He pauses, before talking a bit quieter. “Look, man. I hope you find your brother. He was alright. Didn’t deserve to get wrapped up in all this mess.”

You return to your friends, and let them know what you found out.

> What do you want to do now?
> Head over towards Zapruder’s.
> Go back home.
> Visit Rahne’s detective friends.
> Other.

>>44159444
>> Visit Rahne’s detective friends.

>>44159444
>> Head over towards Zapruder’s.

>>44159444
> Visit Rahne’s detective friends
we need all the the help we can get

>>44159444
>> Head over towards Zapruder’s.

>>44159444
>> Visit Rahne’s detective friends.

Hold on guys, I need to grab something to eat. I'll be back in a little bit.

>>44159444
>> Visit Rahne’s detective friends.
Hey, Jazz was alright.

>>44159444
>Visit Rahne’s detective friends.
Went better than I expected.

ya know i have been thinking could siris technically make a lightsaber with his powers

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You decide that before heading into a gang lords turf, you ought to talk to the actual professionals. You let Rahne know where you want to go, and she nods. “Alright, but... you should know. My friends are... somewhat odd. They’re good people, just... different.” You nod, and Match grins. “We’re not little kids, Ms. Sinclaire. We’re not gonna get scared.” Rahne looks towards Match with an odd expression you can’t really figure out, and nods.

Rahne leads you out of the club, into the cold New York air. It started snowing while you were in the club apparently. Match didn’t look all that happy, but you always loved New York in the winter, especially M-Town. Once again, you wish your homecoming had been under better circumstances. Rahne leads you towards where her friends apparently are, while Match is near constantly talking about something or another. You consider talking about Pixie, but you don’t get much of a chance.

“... and that’s why Captain America wouldn’t last a second against Wolve-” he’s cut off as there’s suddenly a loud crashing sound not too far from where you are. Your squad springs into action, and rushes forward, only to find an incredibly muscular man on the road outside a building with a brand new hole in it’s wall. Rahne rushes forward, “Guido!” she cries, leaving the three of you on your own. You look up to the building and... oh God, how embarrassing.

Standing in the window, is your father, and he looks mad.

>>44161154
> What do you want to do?

>>44161181
Hi Dad!

>>44161154
>Say hello in Morse code
He won't be mad when he learns why we're here.

>>44161181
get out there and get angry at him make every one there to stop do to shear audacity of it

>>44161240
Write the sky with your light, "I'm telling mom!"

>>44161181
>>44161240
sending "Hi Dad" to dad in morse sounds completely reasonable

>>44161154
God fucking damnit!! Dad stop!

>>44161181
Wave and ask what's up, and if we should be leaving.

>>44161334
or even "Dad WTF?"

>>44161181
go upstairs and talk to 'em 'bout how you're going to find your brother. Also, who's that in the new hole?

you know what i love

i love xfag for making our dad Goliath from the gargoyles show

>>44161202
kek

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>>44161202

You pause, focusing on the light all around you. It only takes a little bit of effort to gather the light into something resembling morse code. “Hey, dad! What the fuck are you doing?” your father looks at the light, confused, and then looks towards you. Seeing you, his form starts to shrink a bit, his horns retract slightly, and he seems to calm down. He’s still larger than the average person, but he’s not really hulk sized. Pretty much by instinct, your father calls out, “Siris! Watch your language.” When he fully regains his sensibilities, he looks around, and bows his head. “I... apologize. I lost my temper. That was not right of me.” The man in the crater in the ground stands up, rubbing his head. “Y’r god damn right that ain’t right! Y’know how much fixin’ that is gonna cost?” Rahne sighs, “Everyone, just... calm down. We should talk inside.”

Once everyone is situated inside, you’re introduced to Guido Carosella and Jamie Madrox, the two members of X-Factor Investigations. Guido’s apparently the big, extremely buff one, and Jamie’s the shifty looking one in the trench coat. You let the two know everything you and your squad have figured out. Jamie grins, “Jeez, kid. You’re a real Philip Marlowe.” You look at him confused and he sighs. “Um, anyway. We’ve figured out some stuff too. Lewis was one of two dealers working for Zapruder that were pushing this new drug. Toad Juice. Him and Jazz. No one knew what the hell it was, but recently, Kaufman took up the trade. Although he’s only got one dealer, again, Jazz. I think either Kaufman, Kaufman’s daughter, or Zapruder know what happened to Lewis. We’re still figuring out where to go from here.”

> What do you do?
> Suggest something (What?)
> Let the professionals work.
> Other.

>>44162237
So why'd my dad throw you outta the building?

>>44162237
How bad are they? Could we just wail on one of them until they talk?

>>44162237
>> Suggest something (What?)
why dont i talk to Kaufman's daughter she'd feel less threatened by me then everyone else.

>>44162237
>> Suggest something (What?)

Find the daughter. Have Rahne go back to our brothers room to find something of hers while we head to zapruders turf. Then she can call us if she has something.
we can use to find her.

>>44162237
"Why would anyone want to put something called Toad Juice in their body?"

bump

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You nod, “I should talk to Kaufman’s daughter. Rahne, you should search my brother’s room to look for any leads. Uh, I guess you guys can search around the other places?” Jamie shrugs, “It’s as good an idea as any, but you’re not going to do that alone. Too dangerous, and I do not want the Xavier school pissed at me.” He looks towards his more muscular friend, and nods at you. “Guido’ll back you up. At least keep you from getting yourself killed. Zapruder’s turf is dangerous. Especially when he’s pissed off.” You nod. It’s not the best solution, but it’s not a terrible idea either. Backup could be useful.

You head over towards Zapruder’s turf with your squad and Guido. The four of you would normally make a relatively distinct group, but in Mutant town, you’re the only one that truly stands out. It’s a long walk to the other side of Mutant Town.

> Who do you want to talk to?
> Megan.
> Guido.
> Benjamin.

>>44164774
>> Megan.

>>44164774
>> Megan.
akwardly try to get past the akwardness

>>44164774
>> Megan.

Spill more spaghetti with Meggy Peggy.

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You drop back, slowing down until you’re walking alongside Megan. Ahead of you, Match and Guido start to chat, and they seem to be enjoying themselves, but for now, you focus on Megan. For a few moments you’re not sure what to say, and eventually you realize that by not saying anything you’re making it more awkward than anything you could say. “So, uh... Megan, how’re you doing? You holding up?” you ask, cringing slightly for no particular reason. All of a sudden your voice sounds wrong, your words seem wrong, and it seems like you’re doing something weird with your hands. Where are you supposed to put your hands?

Megan gives you a lopsided, somewhat sad grin. “Oh, Siris. I should ask you th’same thing. I’m perfectly fine. But you... y’r doin’ that thing where you pretend nothing’s wrong when something obviously is.” You shrug, “It’s, uh... well. You know. I’m trying to stay focused on the task at hand, right?” Megan nods, looking up at the snow drifting through the sky. “I always thought New York was supposed to be dirty, right? But... it’s beautiful in some strange sort of way. Even here. Especially here, actually. People are... they seem happy. There’s this sense of community, even with all the problems.” Megan’s wide eyes seem to glimmer with a spark of something, and you turn to look out at the blanket of serene white that’s fallen over the city.

> What do you want to say?

>>44165962
Agree and make a pun/joke that sets all the awkwardness aside and puts you back on good terms

>>44165962
"It's the problems that give us our community i mean the police dont exactly come here so when someone has a problem here they ask their neighbors for help thats all we got. . . each other."

>>44166105
i dont what this misunderstood im trying to explain why their happy and its because they have their friends and family.

>>44166105
this followed by a joke
and then continue on your way while holding hands

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You grin, glancing across the snowy city. The snow’s already more or less slush in a few places, and the constant car traffic kind of keeps it from being an actual winter wonderland, but still, you can’t help but agree with Pixie. You give her a smile, “Yeah, you’re right. It’s all the problems here that give us our community. No one else is gonna help us, so we gotta help each other. That’s all we really have at the end of the day, each other,” you meet Megan’s eyes with a grin. “The snow really helps you see the bright side of the city.” She erupts into a fit of giggles, and for a moment you realize everything’s going to be okay.

> End of Part 8.

Gonna call it there, mostly because I’m seriously beat. I’m still getting back into the swing of running properly, but expect to see me running again later this week. I’ll update you guys on my twitter at https://twitter.com/Xavier_QM

>>44166181
2lewd

>>44166190
thanks for running Xfag

>>44166190
thanks for running and im glad you stuck with

because this is my favorite new quest

can some one archive this im on my phone at work

>>44166364
done