>>345116
It’s not like they have someone watching the place, besides it’s probably just an old scene.

>>345116
>>It’s not like they have someone watching the place, besides it’s probably just an old scene.

>>345116
>just find a different warehouse, what's the chance that the one next door has a crime scene too
>don't be a retard and consider that maybe being in a brightly lit space makes light manipulation easier

>>345128
>>345139
>What's the worst that could happen?

>>345152
>Try door number 2.

>>345116
>Yeah maybe you should go home, playing in crime scenes is just asking to get arrested.

These bloodstains look pretty old, and they’ve clearly taken most of the evidence they want. They didn’t even have anyone guarding the entrance, so the odds of anyone walking in on you now are pretty low. With this in mind, you decide to keep practicing your apparent light shaping abilities and try to discover why you aren’t a god anymore. You close your eyes and focus on that strange feeling you found in your gut, imagining yourself holding a sword. After a few moments of this, you open your eyes and find yourself disappointed. You’re holding holding a knife again, roughly the size of a large butchers knife. Even for something made of pure light it seems rather vague and undefined around the edges. You doubt you would be able to cut very well with it. Tossing it away you see it makes it about a foot or two from your hand before dissipating.

You recall last night you seemed to instinctively form golden gleaming armor around yourself. Seeking to replicate this, you close your eyes once more and focus internally on that vague feeling of power and imagine yourself holding a greatshield. When you open your eyes, you find yourself facing a short wall of light hovering in mid air maybe six inches from your arm. The wall looks to be around a foot and a half square. As you move your arm the wall moves with it, until it occurs to you as to how strange that is. It then chooses to anchor itself in midair and dissipate when you move your arm away from it. Annoyed, you focus on making the shield appear again, this time in front of the pole ten feet away.

That was a bad idea.

Almost immediately yourself drained, as if you were a sponge being squeezed as you witness light pouring out of your skin rushing towards the spot you indicated. Nothing actually forms though, the light dissipates before it can even get there. Desperately you try to stop the flow from happening, and it immediately stops, but not before you begin to feel exhausted.

>[2/10] Light

Breathing hard you, you take a seat on an overturned bucket nearby. You should be sweating, but you aren’t. Feeling tired, you stare off into space while getting your breathing under control and fall into an almost trance. You’re not sure how much time goes by, but judging by how the sun shining through the windows hasn’t changed at all it can’t have been too long.

>[8/10] Light

Before you can contemplate this further, you hear the door open and turn around. Standing there is a man in a police uniform holding a coffee, staring at you in surprise. Dropping the coffee, he yells“Jesus Christ, it’s a fucking mutt.”

Huh. You hadn’t noticed it before, but now that you look you do seem to be glowing a bit. Something else for later. “Look, this isn’t-” you start but are interrupted.

“Get on the ground mutie!” he yells as he pulls out what looks to be a taser gun. He doesn’t seem interested in debating the matter as before you can even can even respond he has the taser pointed at your face. Almost instinctively you pull up a shield again between your face and his gun. Startled, he pulls the trigger and manages to hit the shield. He must be a pretty good shot to hit your shield from 40 feet away. You see the shield light up from the taser prongs hitting it and electricity dancing across it’s surface. Already the cop is loading another round into the gun as he backs away from the entrance of the warehouse.

Before he can leave though, you see a body materialize out of thin air behind the cop and slam its fist into the back of his head. The cop drops and the person, yells to you “Get over here you idiot, we gotta go.”

>Go with the mysterious man. He helped you out, and he’s standing in front of the only obvious entrance.
>You have no idea if he actually intends to help you or not. Try to find another way out of the warehouse.
>Write-in

>>345587
>>Go with the mysterious man. He helped you out, and he’s standing in front of the only obvious entrance.

>>345587
>>Go with the mysterious man. He helped you out, and he’s standing in front of the only obvious entrance.
what a creep

>You've unlocked the right to know what you're doing!
Character sheet: http://pastebin.com/eUXUN533
Mechanics sheet: http://pastebin.com/MteYSLD2

Both are subject to change. The mechanics bin in particular may change a bit by the end of the session, but we wanted to get these to you sooner rather than later.

>>345596
>>345599
>Sure I'll get into your van for some candy mister.

writan for but I poop from there mister!

It’s not like there are many other options, besides he already got his hands dirty to save you. You rush over to him and he smacks upside the head. “You’re a retard you know that? Why the hell would you show of flashy light powers in a crime scene? Did you get dropped on your head?” Hey it’s like if you grew up to be an even more bitter asshole.

“Hey I didn’t get a handbook on being a mutant you know, not everyone can be perfect like you.” He snorts holding back laughter as he shakes his head at you. God you hate when people as much of a dick as you are.

“You don’t need a guide on how to not be stupid, now shut up and run before his friend shows up.” He slaps you on the shoulder and takes off dashing into a nearby alleyway without another word. You start off after him and narrowly manage tripping over the garbage that clutters the alley, christ this guy can run. As you clumsily follow the amazing vanishing asshole you start to hear the whine of a siren and find it apt to offer your gracious savior a question. “Where the fuck are you leading me you spry old fuck? It better not be straight to that cops car.”

“Don’t worry about it and stop yelling you idiot, other people have ears you know? And catch up already, I wasn’t kidding when I said we need to go.”

You bite your tongue to prevent yourself from making more of an ass of yourself, and quickly stop doing that because you like having a tongue. You should just follow this mysterious figure to the mysterious place he's leading you, this is how people die isn’t it? Well at least all he can do is turn invisible, at least you can fight. That provides you with some comfort knowing even if he is leading you directly to the cop you probably won’t be completely up shit creek without a paddle. Speaking of cops that siren is only getting louder and your guide keeps looking around like he’s lost, he better not be lost. “You better not be lost.”

“I’m not lost you prick, now stop talking so I can focus.” Yeah he’s totally lost, and that’s probably your fault. Maybe you should take Miss Sarah’s advice and see a therapist. You should probably visit the orphanage sometime, you did promise you would stop by and help one day. You could probably even spare a little money to keep the place afloat, actually you didn’t go to work today, you might not have a job anymore. You’re not very good at decision making. Speaking of bad decisions.

“Shit, I think we’re in a bit of trouble Michael.” Why does he even know your name? “It looks your constant nagging distracted me long enough to run us straight into the cop.” Oh this is your fault now. “I ain’t built for fighting but if you can distract him long enough I can get him from behind, you can do that right? Good.” Annnnnnnd he’s invisible now, and you get to fight a cop when you’re not even topped off.

“Get on the fucking ground you no good cop killing mutt!” Oh fuck off that other guy is probably fine, besides you didn’t even touch him. “I said get on the ground! Now!” he yells now motioning with his gun for you to lie down. Oh joy, bullets!

>Get on the ground, you like not having bullets inside you.
>Use a nearby dumpster as cover, you got this.
>You can probably clear the corner before he can get a shot off.

>>346120
>>Get on the ground, you like not having bullets inside you.
This is a good enough distraction.

>>346120
>Use a nearby dumpster as cover, you got this.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>346137
>Am I under arrest?

>>346141
>Resist arrest

Rolling to decide it is.

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Alright, we finally figured it out. You're rolling 3d10+6 (+4 from Athletics stat, +2 for Duh he was gonna shoot you) vs DC 17 (+2 for being on edge)

Because it (probably) wasn't explained well in the Mechanics pastebin, we need three rolls here. If all three pass, it's a Great Success. If only two pass, it's a Regular Success. If only one passes, it's a Regular Failure. If none pass, it's a Critical Failure.

You may spend up to 1/4 (rounded down) of your total Max Light to add on to your rolls. Which means presently you may only spend up 2 Light. For example, if one person rolls a 15 here, you can spend two Light to make it 17 and go up one degree of success.

Bear in mind even in a Crit Fail doesn't guarantee death.

Rolled 4, 4, 8 + 6 = 22 (3d10 + 6)

>>346366
This is how you roll on qst too, right

Rolled 3, 4, 6 + 6 = 19 (3d10 + 6)

>>346366
Oh boy.

Rolled 1, 5, 8 + 6 = 20 (3d10 + 6)

>>346366

>>346374
>>346381
>>346385
>we actually got three rolls
I mean, Great Success. Good job. I'm gonna go grab some cigarettes from the store now.

I swear this one won't take as long.

>>346374
>>346381
>>346385
That DC would've been tragic to fail.

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>>346403
We know what we're doing.

You freeze. This isn’t good. You start sweating. The asshole who lead you here said he would try to circle around the cop to try and get him from behind like he did last time. All you gotta do is distract the cop. Piece of cake, right? The guy you just met will surely pull through for you. With this in mind you slowly start getting on your knees and raising your arms. “I said get down!” he sounds a little panicked.

“I’m getting down!” you tell back to try and calm him. You really don’t want a bullet in your chest right. You start moving a little faster.

“Shut up!” he’s definitely panicked. Staring intently at the gun in his hands, you notice his finger is already on the trigger. Not good. As you start getting to your hands and knees, it occurs to you how many mutant get ‘put down’ in detroit by cops. You recall seeing an article on the subject in the paper the other day about how the numbers were on the rise, but dismissed it quickly as you’ve never really cared. You really aren’t getting out of this alive, are you. You can already see him starting to squeeze the trigger.

Panicking, you throw up a shield in front of your face. It was fortunate you were already low to the ground as you managed to get the majority of your body behind the shield and his gun. He startles and fires, bullet striking your shield. The shield breaks instantly, but you were already on the move heading for the dumpster you’d been eyeing before. You really should have gone for it first thing.

>[7/10]

Seeing you dive behind the dumpster and demonstrating your mutant ability, he starts backing up and reaching for his radio. You really don’t want more cops showing up.

>Stay behind the dumpster. It’s not worth your head.
>That's enough for being a coward today, peek out of cover and throw your knife. It won’t hit him, but it should get him to drop the radio.
>He’s distracted. Rush him with knife in hand.
>Write-in

>>346508
>That's enough for being a coward today, peek out of cover and throw your knife. It won’t hit him, but it should get him to drop the radio.

>>346508
>>That's enough for being a coward today, peek out of cover and throw your knife. It won’t hit him, but it should get him to drop the radio.
We're like a shitty Green Lantern.

>>346508
>That's enough for being a coward today, peek out of cover and throw your knife. It won’t hit him, but it should get him to drop the radio.

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>>346537
>>346553
>>346558
>Be a man, but from behind cover.

Gimme 3d10+4 (+2 Just Got Done Training, +4 Behind Cover, -2 You're not gonna hit him) vs DC17 (Base 15, +4 from adrenaline, -2 Panic)

Rolled 2, 1, 1 + 4 = 8 (3d10 + 4)

>>346608

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

>>346608

Rolled 5, 6, 7 + 4 = 22 (3d10 + 4)

>>346608

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>>346615
>>346622
>>346628
>almost crit failed
So close to freedom.
Writing for succeeding, but not amazingly so.

It's time to put on your big boy pants and actually do something this time. Peeking over the top of the dumpster you see Itchy fumbling with jittery fingers to work his radio, which is something you really need to put a stop to. Concentrating you summon a knife and stand to throw it at him in a vain attempt at stopping him from bringing down the long arm of the law directly on your head. The second your head fully clears the dumpster his eyes snap to you and his attention shifts from the radio to his gun, letting go of the radio clipped to his shoulder he swiftly drops his hand to his gun and begins leveling it towards you. Fortunately for you the knife was already left your hand and begun spinning towards the now wide eyed cop. Rethinking his current life choices he drops the the ground as quickly his gravity will pull him desperate to avoid the knife that would have never hit him, currently dissipating as it reaches the invisible wall that seems to surround you. Seeing this he begins to stand with a renewed vigor having realized you are fucked six ways to sunday seeing as bullets don’t turn to nothing after three feet.

Good thing your old pal ‘Come with me if you want to live’ has managed to follow up on his promise and fades into existence again, foot already swinging towards towards the man on the ground. With a loud thud foot connects with face and the cops eyes lose their light. “I gave you one fucking job. One job! And you fucking surrender? You have shit in your ears?” You sure are glad you’re alive to be bitched at by your good buddy.

“We’re alive, that matters, now lets fucking go before dispatch starts wondering why a squad car has stopped responding. Or even worse he already called for backup and reported two mutants roaming around causing trouble.” He nods at that and motions for you to follow as he starts to sprint through the streets towards a beater sitting half a block down the road. Sliding over the hood and only slightly hurting your ass doing so you hop in the passenger seat after clearing some clutter. “Where are we going now?”

“Well I can either take you home where you will be arrested within 8 hours flat, or I could take you a bolthole I know that would probably keep you hidden until this shit blows over, which may take a while.”

>He doesn’t know that for sure. The cops probably didn’t even get your face. Either way, 8 hours is still enough time for you to pack your shit and start running.
>He’s been straight with you so far. And he’s right, the cops will be on your ass in hours.
>Write-in

One day post times will get better.

>>346775
>He’s been straight with you so far. And he’s right, the cops will be on your ass in hours.

>>346775
>Write-in
"First off, before I go any further, how the fuck did you know my name?"

>One day post times will get better.
/qst/ is so slow it doesn't matter

>>346775
>He’s been straight with you so far. And he’s right, the cops will be on your ass in hours.

>>346775
>>He’s been straight with you so far. And he’s right, the cops will be on your ass in hours.

>>346796
>>346819
>>346826
>I love candy, mister!

>>346801
I was going to include this either way.

Writing.

You’ve trusted him this far, and he hasn’t let you down. Berated you nonstop and generally been an ass, but he’s kept his word and pulled through. You’ll go with him to this safehouse of his. Even if the eight hour estimate is off, Mutt Control will probably figure out where you live somehow and you’d be better off not being seen going back to your trailer. That asshole Jim Lahey just loves accusing everyone in the park of being a mutant. They stopped taking his reports seriously years ago, but he’ll leap at the opportunity to help put a mutant in the pound. He just loves sucking up to the OMC. You have no idea why; there’s probably a story in there somewhere.

You answer him “Alright, fine, I’ll go to this safe house of yours with you. But before we get to that, you mind explaining who the fuck you are and how the hell you know so much about me? Why were you even at the warehouse in the first place?”

“Boy, you really are clueless aren’t you? I’m your fucking neighbor you dipshit.” Wait, what. “Never bothered to take a stroll down the street to find out who you’re living next to, huh? Can’t say I blame you that much, living in a dump like that. I definitely didn’t meet and greet every last junkie living in that shithole of a park.” He starts the car now and starts driving. “But I sure as hell took the time to learn who exactly was living next to me so there wouldn’t be any fucking surprises waiting for me.”

You’re a little dumbstruck. You had an asshole like this living next to the whole time you were staying in that shitty trailer? You ask him as much. “I only moved in a month ago when I had a bad job go down and needed a place to lay low. And it still only took me a week to case the whole joint” he says while giving you the evil eye. Sounds like he took you not noticing him a little personal.

That still doesn’t explain why he was at the warehouse. “I was following you you dumbass. You think I’m just gonna let some newly minted Mutant go parading down my street shining off enough spotlights to make Times Square look like a candle? Mutant Control will be will come down on the neighborhood before you can even figure out how to put out the lights.”

You smirk a little “Aw, so you just have a big heart is all.” He gives you a disgusted look, but before he can open his mouth you continue “So what took you so long you to show up then? You had all morning to make your appearance.”

His look shifts to irritable “I had to make sure you weren’t already being followed. The Office of Mutant Control usually doesn’t just take people from their homes. They like to wait until you’re alone and away from prying eyes before they snatch you. They’re like fucking boogiemen; nobody knows how they do it, but every week you hear about another mutant going missing. Sometimes a mutant you knew.” He goes quiet after that.

You’re silent for a few moments, processing that. After a while, you ask “So where is this bolthole of yours anyway?”

“South end. Little bar down by the docks. Ran by a fence I used to work with a lot. Trustworthy guy, he’s got a basement he lets me use whenever the heat is coming on too strong. It’s got a tunnel to the subway system.” He keeps driving, and conversation peters out after that.

After about half an hour, you’re down by the docks, not far from where you work. Or is it used to work? You’re not really sure if you still have a job. Either way, you hope none of your coworkers or your boss sees you down here. The guy- you never actually got his name, did you? You’ll have to correct that soon. Either way, he points the place out to you as you draw near “Tony’s place. It’s a real dive, but the liquor is cheap and he keeps his mouth shut.”

He pulls into a tiny lot behind the place and the two of you get out. Closing your door, you say “I never actually did get your name.” He rolls his eyes and mutters something about ‘kids’.

“It’s Nigel. Nigel Ward. I’d say it’s a pleasure, but it really hasn’t been.” Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes. He pushes open the door nods to the man behind the bar, presumably Tony. “Morning, Tony. We need a place to lay low for a while.” Not much one for pleasantries, is he.

“Nice to see you too, Nigel. Of course, I’d be happy to lend you my deluxe suite for free. It’s what friends do, right?” He responds while rolling his eyes as he pulls out a beer from the fridge. “Who’s the kid? And what’s he drinking?”

>Beer
>Water
>Do you have any milk?
>Write-in

>>347030
>>Water

>>347030
>Water

>>347070
>>347089
>I'll just have water please.

These are the votes define quests and questers.

“Just water thanks.” You’d rather not be working in an altered state of mind with mutt control on your ass, even if it is just one beer. You look to Nigel about to ask him a question but you’re stopped by the look on his face, turning to tony he shares a similar one. God you must have sounded so pathetic just then. Your suspicions are confirmed when you hear a snort come across the room, turning you see a gangly old coot of a man looking at you like you’re a cat that just jumped into water.

“You hear that? Water! At a bar!” Is all the man can get out before being consumed by laughter and falling off his stool. Tony soon loses control of himself as well and lets out a bellowing laugh in his thunderous voice, hand slamming into the bar. Nigel for his part manages to maintain somewhat a facade though he still lets loose a snicker at times. Honestly that's just not fair, you aren’t even legally old enough to drink.

>You’ve gained 1x Injured Ego!

>See you next time, Live from AU!Detroit

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Not sure when we'll run next. Possibly weekend, but I don't know what my schedule will look like in the next several days. If not Sat/Sun, it probably won't be until Wednesday. Until then, we'll be around in the thread.

>said I would un-shitify the Mechanics pastebin at some point tonight
>didn't
Writing takes a lot out of you.

>>347185
>implying its shitty
My ability to explain things is unparalleled thank you very much.

>>347185
Yeah, it does don't it?
Glad you can know my pain.

It looks like running over the weekend is out, so we'll run on Wednesday. I did get a chance to fix the Mechanics pastebin though: http://pastebin.com/MteYSLD2
It's still subject to change, but at least it doesn't look like it was written by a 6 year old anymore.

>>355427
Apparently two "NOTE TO SELF"'s in large red letters in the notes document isn't enough to get me to remember my own name.

Better make that Thursday actually. Things have a way of coming up at the last minute. I'll announce on twitter for those four people in a minute.

NEW THREAD: >>370401