Rolled 2 (1d2)

>[ ] Combine plan A and B.
>[ ] Itsuki's plan A, get onto the balcony and try to bloodhound your way to Woo-Jin.

>[X] Itsuki's plan A, get onto the balcony and try to bloodhound your way to Woo-Jin.

There's no need to have Itsuki draw Woo-Jin out. You can do this on your own without his help. Plus, you really want to be the first to see if Woo-Jin's gone full junkie for pain killers.

"I'll be back in a short while."

You leap through the auburn sky from the house rooftop to the mansion's checkered tile rooftop. Besides a small thump, you don't make any noise loud enough to alert the guards below. Even if you did they wouldn't be able to stop you. You stroll over to the edge of the roof overlooking the backyard and glance down.

There's the balcony just like Itsuki said there'd be. Steel bar railings to ensure no one accidentally falls off and a bodyguard posted on guard with a automatic assault rifle. If he's the hallway guard taking a minute to bask in the misery of the shitty pool and his annoyed friends you're good to go. Just bash his head against the railing and drag his dead or unconsious ass into the hallway closet. If it's someone else, the hallway guard will alert everyone and Woo-Jin will try to make a break for it. He won't get very far whether on foot or a vehicle but you really don't want to ruin the moment by having to rush.

>[ ] Pounce on the guy and bash his head against the railing.
>[ ] Drop down behind him and snap his neck when he turns to look.
>[ ] Pounce on him and smash his head against the balcony floor.
>[ ] Drop down behind him and dash into the hallway.
>[ ] Write In.

link to previous thread?

>>2460063
Dammit, I knew I forgot something.
>>2424210

>>2460054
>>[ ] Pounce on him and smash his head against the balcony floor.

>>2460054
>[ ] Pounce on him and smash his head against the balcony floor.

>[X] Pounce on him and smash his head against the balcony floor.

You let yourself fall off the edge of the rooftop and pounce on the guardsmen below. He doesn't have any time to react. Your hand is already gripping his head before you even land.

A sickening crack comes from the impact between his head and the balcony. Good thing you're too high above the backyard guardsmen to be heard. If you had gone for the railing that could've possibly been another story.

Quickly, you drag the Yakuza member's body into the hallway with one hand and use the other to stealthily crawl your way inside. You used to be pretty good at this kind of thing. A lot of street-rats had to be to get by. That all changed when you mutated though.

You glance around and see several differently sized doors but no guardsmen.

Looks like you got lucky.

>[ ] Sniff the air for signs of Woo-Jin. He's our main priority right now.
>[ ] Sniff the air to see which door is the closet one. This body isn't going to hide himself.
>[ ] Sniff the air to check for any nearby guardsmen. You really don't want anyone to interfere with you scaring the fuck out of Woo-Jin before the eventual execution.
>[ ] Write In.

>>2460169
>[ ] Sniff the air for signs of Woo-Jin. He's our main priority right now.

>>2460169
>[ ] Sniff the air for signs of Woo-Jin. He's our main priority right now.

>[X] Sniff the air for signs of Woo-Jin. He's our main priority right now.

There's no time to waste.

You close your eyes and take in the air through your nose.

The guy you're carrying has left a small blood trail from the balcony to where you are now, the scent of lit candles is coming from one door, there's someone in there but you can't make out the scent through the candles or tell if there's more than one person, and there are two doors that are giving off traces of oxycodone but have no one in them.

A thoughtful hum escapes your throat.

>[ ] Open the candle door and surprise whoever's inside by throwing the body at them. Maybe Woo-Jin's crying over dear old dead dad.
>[ ] Check out the doors smelling vaguely of oxycodone. One of them might be Woo-Jin's room and you can set up the body on his bed to give him a scare when he comes back.
>[ ] Breathe in through your nose deeply. You're not taking any chances.
>[ ] Sniff the air for a closet. This body isn't going to go away.

>>2460355
>>[ ] Open the candle door and surprise whoever's inside by throwing the body at them. Maybe Woo-Jin's crying over dear old dead dad.
Would be funny

>>2460355
>[ ] Open the candle door and surprise whoever's inside by throwing the body at them. Maybe Woo-Jin's crying over dear old dead dad.
We are here to kill him and this seems the fastest bet.

>[X] Open the candle door and surprise whoever's inside by throwing the body at them. Maybe Woo-Jin's crying over dear old dead dad.

You let out a small chuckle, rise, and walk over to the door smelling of candles.

The knob twists in your hand and you gently open the door.

A man with black hair is sitting before a large portrait of an old man you recognize as Seong Ji-hoon at the back of the room. There are two burning candles by the portrait's sides and a pill bottle by the man's side. It takes everything you have to not laugh at how pathetic the guy is. You don't want to ruin the surprise.

"Maggia, Kingpin, horned agma...Abeoji." he whimpers before taking the pill bottle into his hand.

You grin as wide as you can.

"Hey, Woo-Jin!"

He jolts at the sound of your voice and turns just in time to see the body being thrown at him.

You can hear him howl in pain as it crashes into him.

A fit of crule laughter overtakes you.

Woo-Jin is going to die scared, alone, a druggie, and pinned under someone meant to save him as the visage of his dead father watches in shame.

You can't imagine any better circumstance to brutally end his life.

>[ ] Walk slowly over to him before crushing his head under your foot.
>[ ] Walk slowly over to him and stomp his head off his body.
>[ ] Walk slowly over to him and tear his head off with your bare hands.
>[ ] Walk slowly over to him and break his neck.
>[ ] Walk slowly over to him and slowly dig a finger into his skull befire you scramble his brains.
>[ ] Walk slowly over to him, kick the body off him, straddle him, gouge out his eyes, and crush his skull.
>[ ] Walk slowly over to him and finish what you started by shattering his rib cage one last time.
>[ ] Walk slowly over to him, kick the body off him, and tear out his guts.
>[ ] Write in.

>>2460681
>[ ] Walk slowly over to him and finish what you started by shattering his rib cage one last time.
Preferably by just putting our boot on him and pressing down

>>2460681
>>[ ] Walk slowly over to him and break his neck.

>>2460681
>>[ ] Walk slowly over to him and finish what you started by shattering his rib cage one last time.

>[X] Walk slowly over to him and finish what you started by shattering his rib cage one last time.

There are so many different ways you can give him a brutal agonizing death but only one you find most fitting.

You slowly walk towards Woo-Jin's shivering, fallen form. Every footstep is slower and lands harder than the next. The fear in the air swells alongside them. Your grin gleams in the darkness. A large, horned shadow follows you into the candle light.

Woo-Jin will be the first of many.

Time will tell if there will be a last.

You kick the body off him and he tries to scramble away but you push him down with your foot.

He looks up at you with fearful reverence on his aged face for a brief moment. You'll never forget it.

"H-hel-"

Your heel stomps down on his chest before he can ruin the moment.

His ribs shatter and pierce into his ruptured thorax. A quiet gasp of pain is all he lets slip out of his lips. He leans his head back in pain only to see the image of his father looking down on him with cold eyes. Tears run down Woo-Jin's face. His hand reaches out to the portrait but you grab and break it before he could get close. The man makes one last pitiful attempt to drag himself away with his good hand.

You see his wiggling fingers and in turn stomp down them as well.

Woo-Jin doesn't move after that.

He just stops.

A sullen silence fills the room.

You're not sad though.

Not one bit.

Satisfaction is a hard thing to come by when you've always been at the bottom of the barrel.

Right now you feel on top of the world.

Hell, you might even crawl on top of Alex when you get back to the warehouse. Maybe even throw Ren into the mix, she's submissive and scared of you enough to accept. Add in Jesus or Marcus to make things more interesting. It's not the sex you want though. Sex is pleasurable, sure, but what you want is more than that. You want to keep feeling this euphoria of power.

But there's still something you need to take care of.

You eye Woo-Jin's corpse with malicious interest.

>[ ] Take his head as a trophy. Maybe you could send it to Kingpin or Silvermane as a small heads-up.
>[ ] Grab him and superman jump to Manhattan. It's time to send a message to everyone in New York.
>[ ] Tear him apart. Let whatever's left stand as a message to anyone who opposes you.
>[ ] Tear out his eyes. They'll look nice in a jar.
>[ ] Leave him be.
>[ ] Write In.

>>2461260
>>[ ] Leave him be.

>>2461260
>>[ ] Tear him apart. Let whatever's left stand as a message to anyone who opposes you.

>>2461260
Ooh I can't really decide. Definitely take some kind of trophy. I'd rather something material though so it won't rot.

>>2461737
Like his teeth?

>>2461758
I more meant like one of his families heirlooms. I'd were going for bones either his skull or his crushed ribs.

That'd be fun. Taking trophies of how we killed them.

>>2461770
No family heirlooms to speak of. You could take the portrait but who wants one of an old Korean crime boss?

>>2461778
It's more depriving them of something. Maybe some sentimentality of the first big dog we took down.

>>2461260
>>[ ] Leave him be.

>[X] Leave him be.

You ponder tearing his body apart, tearing his head off and sending it to Kingpin or Silvio, gouging his eyes out, taking fragments of his broken ribs, and jumping all the way to Manhattan to impale Woo-Jin's body on the point of the Empire State Building.

It takes you a few minutes to decide that Woo-Jin's corpse is already perfect the way it is. Crying in fear, shame, and agony like a little bitch while daddy dearest watches in disgust from beyond the grave. This kind of thing writes itself.

"You will die beaten and broken in front of your loved ones if you cross The Prince of the Bronx."

...

Eh, that applied more to Ji-Hoon on account of Woo-Jin actually being alive to see it happen but in a way they both got to see each other die.

You walk away with a shrug but steal one last glance at his corpse.

The scene really is a work of art.

Now you need to get out of here and pick up Itsuki.

>[ ] Casually walk out the front door. You're bulletproof for fucks sake at most you're going to have bulletholes in your already cut open shirt.
>[ ] Sneak back to the balcony and hop on to the roof.
>[ ] Jump through the cieling onto the roof. Woo-Jin's dead there's no need to be stealthy anymore.
>[ ] Write in.

>>2461958
>[ ] Jump through the cieling onto the roof. Woo-Jin's dead there's no need to be stealthy anymore.

>>2461958
>[ ] Jump through the cieling onto the roof. Woo-Jin's dead there's no need to be stealthy anymore.

>>2461958
>[ ] Jump through the cieling onto the roof. Woo-Jin's dead there's no need to be stealthy anymore.

>[X] Jump through the cieling onto the roof. Woo-Jin's dead there's no need to be stealthy anymore.

Fuck it, your job here is done.

You jump into the air and rocket through the mansion's ceiling. Immediately, the Yakuza posted in the backyard run into the building to check on their boss. A part of you wishes to stay and see the look on their faces when they find Woo-Jin's corpse but there is only so much time left in the day. You land on the outer rim of your ceiling exit and turn in the direction of the house roof you had started this whole assassination on.

Itsuki is in the same position where you left him. He doesn't look at all surprised at your method of escape. You did leave a hole in the ceiling of his favorite temple.

A small hop is all you need to rejoin him on the rooftop.

"Is it done, Reyes-sama?" He asks, his dull tone assuming the obvious.

You grin at him.

"Woo-Jin is dead and without you to fully take command the Yakuza here are finished. It's done, Itsuki."

He smiles solemnly.

"What is our next move?"

>[ ] "I want you to gather up all this Yakuza chapter's monetary assets and come find me in Hunts Point."
>[ ] "Gather up every one of your New York recruits. Tell them you're all a part of the Baron of Hunts Point's crew now. Kill whoever resists and use them to take care of the Yakuza that came from the pacific. It's a good opportunity to show them what this game is really about and to mop up anyone loyal."
>[ ] "We celebrate back at my hideout. I'll introduce you to my boys."
>[ ] Write In.

>>2462216
>[ ] "Gather up every one of your New York recruits. Tell them you're all a part of the Baron of Hunts Point's crew now. Kill whoever resists and use them to take care of the Yakuza that came from the pacific. It's a good opportunity to show them what this game is really about and to mop up anyone loyal."

>>2462216
>>[ ] "Gather up every one of your New York recruits. Tell them you're all a part of the Baron of Hunts Point's crew now. Kill whoever resists and use them to take care of the Yakuza that came from the pacific. It's a good opportunity to show them what this game is really about and to mop up anyone loyal."

>[X] "Gather up every one of your New York recruits. Tell them you're all a part of the Baron of Hunts Point's crew now. Kill whoever resists and use them to take care of the Yakuza that came from the pacific. It's a good opportunity to show them what this game is really about and to mop up anyone loyal."

Cash, recruits, and booze.

You've never cared for any of them but they come in handy with recruits being the handiest thanks to actually having hands and bodies in which to actually do things.

"Gather up every one of your New York recruits. Tell them you're all a part of the Baron of Hunts Point's crew now. Kill whoever resists and use them to take care of the Yakuza that came from the pacific. It's a good opportunity to show them what this game is really about and to mop up anyone loyal."

He bows respectfully to you.

"Hai, Reyes-sama."

You prepare to hop away and leave Itsuki on the rooftop.

...

Oh, shit.

You dig your heels in at the last minute and turn back to see Itsuki already gone. Behind all the comotion at the mansion, the faint sound of footsteps echo throughout the neighborhood. You turn your head once again and see Itsuki swiftly making his escape on the sidewalk.

For a middle aged man he sure can run. Though you can't quite think of a way he could've gotten down safely.

"Must've used that goddamn sword of his to break his fall somehow."

Now to get back to the hideout.

>[ ] Rooftop hop your way to Whitestone, hop onto a truck roof to get past the bridge, and rooftop hop your way back to Hunts Point.
>[ ] OG Superman time. Nothing can stop you now. You can hardly give a fuck if it attracts attention, your horned description is already out there and some person of the Spider variety is bound to have heard by now.
>[ ] Run all the way back. It'll be somewhat hard to control yourself but you're confidant you can do it. There's also the chance of being noticed by some people.(Power Control Check DC14)
>[ ] Hop around until you find a payphone and call a taxi.
>[ ] Write In.

>>2462520
>[ ] Hop around until you find a payphone and call a taxi.

>>2462520
>[ ] Hop around until you find a payphone and call a taxi.

>[X] Hop around until you find a payphone and call a taxi.

Descretion is important for you right now. That interview you heard on the radio gave away your existence. It's fine that people you walk by in the streets realize who you are. When they tell other people usually those people don't believe them. Rumors spread and they're beneficial to you so long as everyone thinks you don't exist. Except now you've killed a SWAT team member in front of a lot of police, the douchebag on the radio gave out a horned mutant gangsta did exist to the public, and you've had a run in with a naive suoerhero who will probably come looking for you once he hears the news.

You hop rooftop to rooftop away from the mansion.

It takes only two minutes for you to reach a nearby shopping center. There are only a few people strolling about and no cops nearby. Perfect place to call a cab for someone like you.

You let yourself fall back to earth and look around a bit. A few passerbys turn to stare at you before going about their day. Some mothers cover their children's eyes. It's the usual response you get for being a mutant. For all of everyone's preaching of openness and tolerance they sure don't have either part down.

Hidden underneath a pillar, you find the payphone. You dig out a few quarters from your pockets, dial in the number, give the operator on the other line your address, and wait seated on the curb.

It takes half an hour for the cab to get to you.

You walk up to it and enter through the backseat door.

The old italian man behind the wheel turns to greet you but pauses when he sees you before turning back. He begins to drive out of the shopping center and into the streets.

>[ ] "Have you ever heard of Silvio Manfredi?"
>[ ] "What do you have against mutants, old man?"
>[ ] "Aren't you wondering why you're taking a mutant on a long drive to one of the shittiest places in New York?"
>[ ] "Can you turn on the radio?"
>[ ] Stay silent for the entire ride.
>[ ] Write in.

>>2463834
>>[ ] "Can you turn on the radio?"

>>2463834
>>[ ] Stay silent for the entire ride.

>[ ] "Can you turn on the radio?"
>[ ] Stay silent for the entire ride.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>2464377

>[X] "Can you turn on the radio?"

>(1/2)

Awkward silences have never been something you've enjoyed.

"Can you turn on the radio?"

The old man doesn't say anything. He just presses down on the radio's power button and puts his hand back on the wheel. Static fizzles in for a few seconds before you can hear what's on.

"-ing to have seen the vigilante known as Spider-man swinging through Queens. With me is a senior citizen who some people have said to have seen Spider-man walk her across the street. Is this true or did Spider-man make it appear that way while he helped himself to the contents of your purse?"

You listen in complete amazement as a news reporter spins the words of a senile old woman into a condemnation of the Web-head.

"And there you have it. Spider-man takes advantage of the old and infirm. He swipes away their medication and sells it to their grandchildren all the while hiding behind the facade of a friendly neighbor."

An old croaky voice breaks through the speakers.

"Yes, yes. Now can you tell me what day it is? I don't want to miss the big bingo game."

If they put as much effort into reporting on crime as they do slandering Spider-boy the media would have found out that Wilson Fisk is the crime kingpin of New York by now.

The cabbie lets out a sullen sigh.

You raise an eyebrow and take a small sniff of the air. The old man is in his mid-sixties, of okay health for his age, and well off. He isn't driving people around because needs to. He's working while he still can before he ends up just like that old woman.

Will you be the same when you get older?

Hell, can you even get old with the way you heal? Wounds, acne, and old scars started disappearing when you awakened as a mutant. Maybe you'll be stuck in your teens forever or stop aging when you reach the end of puberty in your twenties.

Even if you don't age you wonder what you'll be like then. A bitter old washed-up has-been like Silvermane with grandchildren vying for your affection? Insane psychopathic super-villain who left it all behind when he found out he likes fucking around with super-hero types more than he likes power? Dirty old-man with scores of concubines that run his empire into the ground because he was an idiot who let sex have any power over him?

Or maybe somewhere along the line Spider-man 2299, Daredevil 666, and the All-New New Avengers will actually make you buy into their bullshit.

>(2/2)

You stop yourself from dwelling anymore on the subject. There's enough on your plate as is.

The rest of the ride is uneventful.

By the time you reach Hunts Point the sun has completely dissappeared over the horizon and the moon shines dimly in the sky.

You exit out of the cab without paying as is customary.

The old man doesn't make a fuss and drives off, leaving you alone in the darkness.

It takes only twenty minutes for you to make your way to the warehouse on foot.

You stand in front of the entrance gate with a grin on your face.

They're not gonna believe just how well you dismantled the Yakuza in a single day.

>[ ] Knock on the gate.
>[ ] Input the code into the keypad and walk in.
>[ ] Sniff the air.
>[ ] Check for open windows.
>[ ] Write in.

>>2464749
>>[ ] Knock on the gate.

How disliked are superhumans? Does everyone hate them?

>>2464767
Looked down upon and minor discrimination right now. Don't know if I'll amp it up or down in the future.

>>2464798
Death to humies

>>2464937
some of our best minions are humies tho

wait, they're all humies

>>2464949
>wait, they're all humies
Not if we do the deadpool shit to them

>>2464964
That's a far way off from where we are now. Good idea though. I'll keep it in mind.

>>2464749
>>[ ] Sniff the air.

>>2464749
>>[X] Sniff the air.
I want to make an entrance and we need to know where the bulk of our crew is at.

>[X] Sniff the air.

You still don't know who sent that guy after you and you didn't change hideouts despite the shooting being so close. It was a sloppy mistake looking back on it now. The crew might have been ambushed by someone shortly after you left. There aren't any bullet-holes in the warehouse walls though.

Falling onto all fours, you close your eyes and breathe in the air through your nose.

All the usual scents are here. There's nothing new or anything out place. Everyone's huddled in the first floor where you left them.

You let out a sigh of relief.

Taking over New York with only a single experienced lieutenant and a gang of newbies, though admittedly well armed, would've been such a goddamn hassle.

>[ ] Knock on the gate.
>[ ] Check for an open window. Let's give them a surprise.
>[ ] Input the keycode into the keypad.
>[ ] Write In.

>>2465699
>>[ ] Input the keycode into the keypad.

>>2465699
>>[ ] Input the keycode into the keypad

>[X] Input the keycode into the keypad

>(1/2)

A lot of bad things usually happen when you try to surprise some of your boys. More specifically, a lot of bad things happen when one of your inner circle catches a glimpse of you or hears you walking behind them. Jesus reflexively blew a good chunk of your brains in through your eye once when you tried spying on him shortly after he joined your gang. The man's as much as an enigma then as he is now. Only difference is you know he's not gunning for your head anymore, at least not intentionally. Alex has slit your throat on reflex a few times now. The first time was her escaping from you, the second is when you tried to relearn stealth movements by stalking a serial killer while she was stalking someone else, and the third was on her surprise birthday when you gave her a mock kidnapping while she was wandering the streets at night. Marcus has a bad habit of tossing flashbangs behind him when he thinks he's about to get jumped. You've seen him lecture you several times to not sneak up on him like that but you've never really heard him.

You input the keycode into the keypad.

00865

A small dot of green lights up on the keypad and the gate slowly rises.

About halfway open, you see a wide array of small firearms all aimed at you.

Your armed boys are arranged in a way that leads a path open to the roundtable. Marcus is haphazardly aiming at you with an SAA, Ren is spinning a chain blade overhead in one hand and aiming a Glock 19 at you with the other, Alex has a long thin knife in a pulled back hand ready to be thrown at you, and Jesus has his heavily engraved M1911, El Papa, aimed right at your left eye.

They all immediately stand down the moment you narrow your eyes at them.

You walk over to the roundtable while your surrounding men bow or kneel and let out a chorus that makes you forgive them all.

"Sorry, boss/patron/don/oyabun, welcome back!"

A grin spreads onto your face as you take the last remaining seat.

>(2/2)

Marcus looks eager to know how it went, Alex is trying to hide the knife she was preparing to throw at you behind her back, Ren is tapping a chain wrapped finger in anticipation, and Jesus is Jesus.

Your grin widens.

"The demon soul katana thing was real, I flipped Itsuki over to our crew, he told me Woo-Jin was hiding out in a mansion in Little Neck, we went over there, I caved in Woo-Jin's chest cavity one last time in front of a shrine to Ji-Hoon, and ordered Itsuki to clean up what's left of the Yakuza with their own recruits. They're fucked. Their turf is ours now, their new boys are ours now, their best enforcer is ours now, and I'm pretty sure I can get Itsuki to get me all the cash they have here."

A stunned silence fills the warehouse.

Slowly but surely hands start to clap. It grows and grows into a full thundering applause. You can even hear some of your boys whooping through the blissful chorus. If the neighborhood your warehouse occupied was inhabited, the people usually resting at this time of day would be calling the police right now.

You take it all in. Their praises. Their applause. They're giving you power over them without realizing it. Hard part is making sure you don't let any of it have any power over you. It's easy to get swept away by this kind of thing.

The applause dies down and silence once again fills the warehouse.

Marcus is the first to break it.

"...Sooo," he drawls out, "what's next?"

>[ ] "We sleep, it's late."
>[ ] "We lay low for a couple days. Give Itsuki time to sort things out in Queens before we make any big moves."
>[ ] "We're taking out Hammerhead while Silvio's still toying with him."(The Maggia Hammerhead family, Threat Level: Low)
>[ ] "We're going after the old lion himself."(The Maggia Silvermane/Manfredi family, Threat Level: Medium)
>[ ] "We go after the fat man himself."(Kingpin, Threat Level: High)
>[ ] Write in.

>>2466179
>>[ ] "We go after the fat man himself."(Kingpin, Threat Level: High)
We can get spiderman to help

>>2466179
>>[ ] "We're going after the old lion himself."(The Maggia Silvermane/Manfredi family, Threat Level: Medium)

Too bad we didn't sick the spiidey man on kingpin

>>2466196
If you can find him yeah.
>>2466207
it would've been basically sending a kid to go after a lion.

>>2466207
I'll change to this to get the ball rolling

>>2466780
I'm >>2466196

>>2466782
Noted
thank you, the suspense was killing me

>>2466804
Shame you don't have more players, your quest is much better than mineI miss /tg/

>>2466804
Feel free to roll a d2 if it takes too long

>[X] "We're going after the old lion himself."(The Maggia Silvermane/Manfredi family, Threat level: Medium)

Kingpin's too big for you right now even with a good chunk of Queens under your control. Well, it's not really in your pocket yet. Hopefully Itsuki's done by tomorrow morning and the last of the competent Yakuza are taken out. You could also rest for a bit but is Kingpin really going to let your power grab slide unnoticed? The man's ego is as big as he is. When you rejected his offer of operating under his flag, the fat bastard flipped his fucking Georgian dining table at you. If that whore of an assassin of his didn't interfere you would've torn him apart.

Hammerhead may be easy to take out but all his men would just flee over to Silvermane, beg for his forgiveness, get accepted back into the Maggia fold, and turn the old man from a moderate threat to a big one. Silvermane makes up for his shortage of men with experienced as well as loyal footsoldiers. None of the people under him make a move without his say so. If the old man wasn't stubborn or weathered from age he could've taken care of Rigoletto before Kingpin ever got the chance to replace him. Hammy would've also been taken care of by now if he abandoned the foolish notion of honor in crime. It got the Cosa Nostra wiped out and without it he could've taken you out when you first parleyed. You did have his granddaughter hoisted on your shoulders and fiddling with your horns at the time but he still could've had his boys stab you to death when you started walking away.

It's time to put a living piece of New York history out of his misery.

"We're going after the old lion himself."

No one looks at all surprised. You did have only three targets to choose from. They do look pretty excited though. Probably still amped up from the news of the Yakuza's demise.

"All right then, let's start planning an attack."

Now everyone looks surprised.

You raise an eyebrow at your roundtable and see every member of your inner circle give you a flat look in response.

"What? Am I covered in drywall dust again?"

They groan.

"Kojo," Marcus groans, "it's late. The non-superhumans need sleep."

You blink at them.

It feels like you just woke up this morning.

Shit, you forgot to eat breakfast.

Oh shit, you haven't eaten anything at all today.

>[ ] "Okay, you guys sleep. I'm going to go out to eat."
>[ ] "Alright, I guess I'll turn in too."
>[ ] "Fuck it, I'm going to go check on Itsuki. You guys get some sleep in."
>[ ] "Fine, I'll keep watch on the roof just in case anyone tries to ambush us."
>[ ] Write in.

>>2467059
>>[ ] "Okay, you guys sleep. I'm going to go out to eat."

>>2467059
>>[ ] "Okay, you guys sleep. I'm going to go out to eat."

>[X] "Okay, you guys sleep. I'm going to go out to eat."

You can do a lot of other things right now but you need food to survive. Accidentally starving yourself has been a bad habit of yours ever since you mutated. Your body could stay awake longer, run longer, go without drinking water longer, and go without food longer. It took a while for you to adjust to it.

"Okay, you guys sleep. I'm going to go out to eat."

Marcus glances down at your chest.

"With a tear in your shirt?"

>[ ] "Yeah, I'll just say I got slashed. It's no big deal around here."
>[ ] Go upstairs to change.
>[ ] Just walk out.

>>2467143
>>[ ] Go upstairs to change.
I guess we should try to look pretty

>>2467143
>>[ ] Go upstairs to change.

What does the kingpin have going for him, what makes him so scary?

>>2467177
Money, resources, and super powered mercenaries for hire he can call to attack us.

We could survive but our crew won't.

>>2467196
Ok cool.

>>2467177
>>2467196
Not that it matters against Kojo since he has superhuman strength but Kingpin is really fucking strong. Kingpin is also wicked smart and has determination and drive like nobodies business. In terms of street level criminals he'd probably be in the running for most dangerous/powerful. He also has a surprisingly strong political game.

>[X] Go upstairs to change.

He's right. Even if it is late, the people of the Bronx's first sightings of their future kingpin of crime should be when he is looking at his best.

You walk to the ladder opening and jump up to the second floor before making your way to the back wall where your gear bags lay.

When you reach the changing area, you hear your boys one by one climb up the ladders and fall down on the spread out futons behind you. You hear a few feminine giggles, hushed whispers, and a familiar catcall from Alex as you slide out of your pants. A part of you gets off on the admiration while another looks down on it.

The duffel bag filled with your clothes zips open without a hitch. You reach in and grab a random shirt as well as a random pair of pants. Quickly, you slip into them. Don't want to treat them too much now.

You glance at the mirror and see yourself wearing a plain black shirt with army camo cargo pants. Old soldier man Dan would probably approve of the pants but look down on the black shirt. Something about how black doesn't actually blend in the night light and dark blue is what you should wear to get the drop on gangbangers. You wonder what'd he think of you turning into one of those gangbangers you used to hate so much.

A shrug is all you need to let the thought go. The old man's dead now. You killed him back when you couldn't control your powers. If you stopped to think about how every ant you ever stepped on would look at you now you'd never get anything done.

You walk to one of the warehouse windows, open it, fall into the night air, and land on your feet.

Now, where to eat.

>[ ] Here in Hunts Point. There's a good butcher shop that leaves a key on its rooftop for you.
>[ ] Hop over to Queens. Queens' diverse population means a wide variety of food to choose from.
>[ ] Hop over to Manhattan. You're in the mood for something fancy and you look good enough to fine dine in casual clothes.
>[ ] Write In.

>>2467340
>Manhattan
Lets be fancy.

>>2467340
>[ ] Hop over to Manhattan. You're in the mood for something fancy and you look good enough to fine dine in casual clothes.

>[X] Hop over to Manhattan. You're in the mood for something fancy and you look good enough to fine dine in casual clothes.

(1/2)

You're usually fine with pretty much anything but tonight you're in the mood for something fancy. Dismantling a moderately well organized gang in a single day is something you should treat yourself for. Manhattan has an okay variety of fancy places you can choose from.

With a hop, you go from the ground to a nearby rooftop.

A black sea warded off by street lights is laid out before you.

You used to swim in it when you were a kid. No one could ever see you and you were too good to be heard by anyone. It was always too late for them to realize they were being stalked, overheard, or cased. They'd usually pay for that mistake with their valuables. Every so often, however, they'd lose their lives. Of course, a few people got away unscathed but then they'd wake up to find themselves being gunned down by a rival gang who received a friendly tip from a neighborhood street-rat. Police would arrive in the insuing chaos to arrest the attacking gang after getting a phone call from a scared little boy, killing two birds with one stone. The street-rat who gave the tip in your place would usually panic and run their mouth about how dead they were. Not one of them ever realized just how right they were. They were loose-ends afterall. You always hated loose-ends.

Beyond the dark streets are shining lights off in the distance. They're all coming from Manhattan.

>(2/2)

The city that never sleeps is kind of a misdemeanor. It's more like the city with a borough that never sleeps and can't shut the fuck about it. No one who isn't a baseball fan ever talks about the Bronx and people out of New York only know Queens exists thanks to comic books. Brooklyn is known for all the rappers that came out of it. Staten Island is kind of just there housing all the big shots who do business in Manhattan.

Maybe when you're in complete control of the city and your existence becomes public knowledge the Bronx will get famous for being the birth place of the most ruthless crime kingpin to ever hold New York in his pocket.

You shrug.

That's a long way off from now. Maybe the police thing will blowover and they'll forget about you. There are tons of supervillains who terrorize the other boroughs on a weekly basis. Will a single mutie killing a SWAT police member garner as much attention as Spider-man helping an old lady cross the street?

A small chuckle escapes your lips at the thought and you leap off into the night.

It takes only about five minutes for you to hop from Hunts Point, through Port Morris, past Mott Haven, and into Harlem. Without Itsuki to worry about, you can hop through the air as fast as you want to. Good thing he ran off by himself. You were getting tired of having to take it slow for him.

>[ ] Settle down for some soul food. Sylvia's is still open at this time of night and probably won't be booked like places in Midtown.
>[ ] Hop over to Midtown. You deserve nothing but the best.
>[ ] Write in.

>>2468477
>>[ ] Settle down for some soul food. Sylvia's is still open at this time of night and probably won't be booked like places in Midtown.

>>2468477
>>[ ] Hop over to Midtown. You deserve nothing but the best.
The police will soon work for us after we deal with Kingpin, we should try to make inroads now.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>[ ] Settle down for some soul food. Sylvia's is still open at this time of night and probably won't be booked like places in Midtown.
>[ ] Hop over to Midtown. You deserve nothing but the best.

>>2468477
>Hop over to Midtown.

>>2468979
Already too late. In the middle of writing, sorry!

is old soldier Dan a reference to lieutenant Dan

>>2469018
I just picked whatever rhymed.

>[X] Settle down for some soul food. Sylvia's is still open at this time of night and probably won't be booked like places in Midtown.

Fuck it, you'd probably end up having to wait hours for your food or for a table to open up if you chose to eat at a fancy place in Midtown. Not to mention all of Manhattan is Kingpin's turf. Harlem's a bit of a shithole though. He lets the local gangs go about their business so long as he gets a cut. Kingpin gets bragging rights, turf, money, and cannon fodder to distract the only other bulletproof superhuman with brown skin from learning who's the real criminal he should be going after.

You let out a howl of laughter when it dawns on you that Kingpin is "the Man" for the people in Harlem. There really is no mysterious man lurking in the shadows looking to make people's lives, black or otherwise, a living hell. The world beat those kind of thoughts out of you when you were a kid. Blacks, latinos, whites, and asians all looked down on you for being different all the while killing each other for being different. Life is shitty because people are shitty. People can lay all the blame they want on something else but can never face the reality that it's just how things are.

Sylvia's is just a few blocks away from where you are now. You take off from the rooftop of an apartment complex near Harlem River Park and make your way to Malcom X Boulevard. It takes you only two minutes to make your stop on the rooftop of the Harlem Church of Christ.

To your left is Sylvia's, a famous soul food restaurant, standing a good three stories higher than the single storied church.

You drop down on the empty side-walk and walk over to the entrance. A few people are eating outside at the front of the restaurant. Their gazes fix onto your horns for a few seconds before they go back to their food.

The hostess behind the podium offers you a nervous smile when you walk in through the front door.

"H-hello," she stammers out, "welcome to Sylvia's. Will you like a table for one or are you expecting someone tonight?"

"A table for one." you calmly reply.

"Okay, um, indoors or outdoors?"

>[ ] Indoors, you want to make a grand exit in the cieling of the restaurant when they come with the bill.
>[ ] Outdoors, you won't leave a trace when skipping out on the bill and you're not much of a people person.
>[ ] "Well, what do you think?"
>[ ] Write In.

>>2469141
>>[ ] Outdoors, you won't leave a trace when skipping out on the bill and you're not much of a people person.

>>2469141
>>[ ] Outdoors, you won't leave a trace when skipping out on the bill and you're not much of a people person.

why we gotta skip the bill?

also
>>[ ] Outdoors, you won't leave a trace when skipping out on the bill and you're not much of a people person.

>>2469225
I don't think we packed cash.

>>2469225
>why we gotta skip the bill?
Er lad why would we pay for it?

if we have no cash then its a necessary evil, but we are kind of memorable, and why shut ourselves out of a nice soul foods place.dunno, just my opinion

>Harlem
We gonna meet the bullet-proof man.

>>2469141
>Write in
>Actually pay for the food. You're not some cheap peasant, and you might want to come back here another time.

>[X] Outdoors, you won't leave a trace when skipping out on the bill and you're not much of a people person.

>(1/3)

Getting stared at while eating your food doesn't sound appealing. Plus, you're not planning on paying a dime for anything. It's better to be out and about so you don't end up attracting as much attention when you bail on the bill.

"Outdoors."

She writes into something on the podium.

"Alright, just pick a table and your waiter will be with you shortly."

You walk out the front door and seat yourself in an empty chair to an empty table.

A few people turn to stare again.

One glare is all you need to get them to mind their own business.

You usually don't mind the stares so long as they are accompanied by looks of terrified revelation or brief. Not many people outside the Bronx and Whitestone have heard the rumors based around you though. The people in Harlem are probably too busy being hassled by Diamondback's crew to worry about some boogeyman from the Bronx.

By the time the waiter comes to take your order, you've already chosen what you want from their menu.

"Um, hello, I'm Andre and I'll be your waiter for tonight. Have you deci-"

You cut him off before he can finish.

"Coconut shrimp for the appetizer, the sassy angus burger medium rare with bacon and American cheese as well as grilled onions, sweet potato for the fries, and a side of steamed rice."

He hastily writes it all down in a notepad.

"Dri-"

You cut him off again.

"Just water."

He scampers back inside leaving you to yourself.

You close your eyes and take in the surrounding air through your nose.

>(2/3)

The mouthwatering aroma of various meats being grilled, boiled, fried, baked, as well as broiled fills your nostrils.

You honestly can't remember the last time you ate, which would be concerning if you were a normal person. Back in your street-rat days, not a day went by without you thinking of food. Where to scavenge for it, who to ask for it, who to kill for it, and where to steal for it. Old soldier man Dan occasionally got free food from people but he'd give whatever he got to you or Marcus. It was a pride thing for him. Couldn't stand others thinking he couldn't take care of himself.

It takes ten minutes for Andre to come back with your shrimp and your water. He opens his mouth to say something but you raise a single finger to silence him. The man scampers off again. Either he's scared of you or they're surprisingly busy despite being so close to closing time.

You take one of the fried shrimps in-between your fingers and pop it into your mouth. The pleasant taste of fried bread sautéed in coconut milk fills your mouth. You roll the shrimp around in your mouth with your tongue for a full minute before biting down into it. They used preserved pre-made shrimp. Cheap but still tasty. A shame they didn't have time to give you something fresh. Or maybe they didn't want to waste their fresh food on a filthy mutant.

The rest of the fried shrimps don't get the same courtesy as the first one. You down them all within a single minute. With your superhuman strength, you don't need to waste any time chewing nowhere nearly as much as a normal person would. A part of you misses taking the time to taste food while the other remembers all the times you nearly got caught while doing it.

Four glasses of water and a half an hour later, Andre carefully sets your meal down on your table. He gives you a thumbs up on your orders before scampering away again.

You take the massive burger into your hands, squeeze down a bit so it's not too wide for your mouth, and take a good bite out of it. A pleased moan rumbles in your throat as you slowly chew. The mix of meat and vegetables contrast as well as complement each other perfectly. Without even looking you can tell they grilled the hamburger patty to your preference, not too rare and not overdone with just the right amount of blood still trapped inside. You audibly gulp, take another bite, swallow, and repeat the process a few times before there's only a single bite left.

The gaping maw you call your mouth opens up to swallow the last of the burger when you hear the door of the restaurant open. You close your mouth and glance at the door but you don't see Andre coming out to give you the bill.

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>(3/3)

A big muscly man in a plain yellow shirt walks out with a woman smelling vaguely of medical equipment by his side. They stop and face each other some distance from the entrance.

"Thanks for taking me out, Luke." the woman says.

The big man smiles.

"No problem, Claire, I figured you needed that after what happened in Midtown."

Claire shudders.

"How the hell do you manage to give someone fatal brain injury with a goddamn cork?"

Luke shrugs at the question.

"Hell if I know. There are other people like me and Danny out there. Could be a super martial artist assassin or something."

She laughs at him.

"Oh, please that's just ridiculous."

You blink at the scene.

The big black and yellow man is Luke Cage, Harlem's bulletproof superhuman hero who chases after hood trash instead of doing anything of note.

You'd be disappointed if you actually expected anything from him. Spider-man, despite being a baby-faced newbie, at least fights against super-villains who could fuck a person like you up. If the kid had the drive and proper knowledge of the criminal factions in this city, he could become more than just a friendly neighbor who helps old ladies cross the street and occasionally stops a super-powered dipshit from hurting people. Cage has been in the game for a few years now but all he's done is throw a few of Diamondback's foot soldiers behind bars. He did get some nobody lieutenant of Diamondback's in jail for a while but the fucker got out on bail for Christ's sake.

Groaning, you turn back to finish your burger when a distant, thundering sound of a motorcycle motor grows louder and louder until it stops just right on the curb near the restaurant.

You turn and see two guys riding on a motorcycle. One is the biker wearing a typical motorcycle helmet while the other is a grinning yellow-toothed baby boy aiming an Uzi sideways at Luke and his date.

>[ ] Get out of your seat and kick away the motorcycle. You don't have time to deal with this shit and don't want to get holes in your fresh pair of clothes.
>[ ] Get out of your seat and walk in front of the amateur holding his automatic sideways. You don't want him firing stray rounds into your food and into the restaurant. The place has grown on you.
>[ ] Finish your burger. Who cares if Cage gets a tickle and the restaurant as well as his girl gets shot up? You can always get new clothes.
>[ ] Write In.

>>2470023
>>[ ] Get out of your seat and kick away the motorcycle. You don't have time to deal with this shit and don't want to get holes in your fresh pair of clothes.
Not our business and I don't see us gaining anything by helping.

>>2470023
>[ ] Get out of your seat and kick away the motorcycle. You don't have time to deal with this shit and don't want to get holes in your fresh pair of clothes.

>>2470023
>[ ] Get out of your seat and kick away the motorcycle. You don't have time to deal with this shit and don't want to get holes in your fresh pair of clothes.
Not exactly low profile like we usually try to operate but we just put these clothes on.

>>2470023
Let's just throw our table at these punks. That'll teach them some table manners.

Kinda want to fight Cage

>[X] Get out of your seat and kick away the motorcycle. You don't have time to deal with this shit and don't want to get holes in your fresh pair of clothes.

>(1/2)

You really don't want to deal with this ametuer Harlem drive-by bullshit.

"Cottonmouth says hell-"

By the time he finished saying Cottonmouth you had already rose up from your chair, sighed, and walked away from your table. Right before he could squeeze the trigger and finish his sentence you close the distance from the outer restaurant tables to the curb with a single leap. You dig one foot into the pavement to stop yourself from crashing intothe motorcycle while pulling back your other. The sheer momentum left in your body alone is enough to surpass the force of a speeding car. Even without the super strength the hoodtrash would be sent flying from your kick. Your foot sculpts through the sidewalk and collides with the underside of the motorcycle. A resounding crash permeates the air for a good few seconds as the motorcycle is sent flying from the curb of Sylvia's, over the parallel Cove Lounge, and out of sight.

You take a moment to admire your handywork before realizing you just shattered a few of your toes as well as fractured your foot with that kick. A good thing you can heal. It doesn't stop it from hurting like a bitch though.

>(2/2)

Leaning on your good albeit rooted foot, you wait for your healing to finish when somone pulls you out by your shoulder and sets you down facing them.

It's Luke and he looks kind of pissed for some reason. You have no idea why considering he's not the one who got pressure applied to their broken foot by a big black bitch.

"What hell do you think you're doing? You could've killed them!"

...Is he fucking serious right now?

>[ ] "You have about five seconds to get the fuck out of my face before I erase your ass."(Semi-Ghetto Hostile Response, you don't have time for his goody-two-shoes bullshit.)
>[ ] "Maldito negrito, no tiene tiempo para esto. Cayate tu pinche boca antes yo rasgar tu lengua delante tu puta y tu gente."(Full Ghetto Hostile Response, Translation: "Damn blacky, I don't have time for this. Shut your fucking mouth before I tear out your tongue in front of your whore and your people." Maybe the language will confuse him but he'll certainly get the message from tone alone.)
>[ ] Shove him away.(Universal Hostile Response)
>[ ] "Fuck off."(Hostile response)
>[ ] "Sorry, I was just trying to help."(Apology, Will Roll DC16, It's hard for a person like you to apologize when you haven't done anything wrong but even then you only do so when it's in your interests.)
>[ ] "Easy on the foot, asshole, I broke it saving your girl back there and everyone not behind you."(Reasonable semi-hostile response, Will Roll DC14, This is the best polite response you can think of right now.)
>[ ] Stay silent but glare at him(Somewhat hostile response, Will Roll DC12, you get the distinct feeling that if you open your lips the fucking jackass is only going to lecture you and escalate the situation.)
>[ ] Punch him in the face.(Combat Skill Roll DC14)
>[ ] Write in.

>>2470329
>>2470332
Wish granted
>[ ] Punch him in the face.(Combat Skill Roll DC14)

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2470343
And here's the roll

>>2470359
Just two digits off. for the +3 modifier I forgot to add in would make that a success.

Also, no need to roll until I post the cue.

>Whatever roll/check
>DC
>Modifier +1/3/5

Not that I don't mind preemptive rolls.

>>2470367
They actually come in handy for when no one's in, so forget what I said.

>>2470367
>Also, no need to roll until I post the cue.
My bad lad

>>2470332
>[ ] Stay silent but glare at him(Somewhat hostile response, Will Roll DC12, you get the distinct feeling that if you open your lips the fucking jackass is only going to lecture you and escalate the situation.)
If just laughing at the absurdity of his remark isn't an option.

>>2470378
A good write in option. Same amount of Will roll DC

>>2470332
>>2470378
I'll second just laughing at him. If he starts maybe just point out that while he's bulletproof chances are no one else is aside from us.

>[ ] Laugh at him before explaining yourself

>Will Roll
>DC12
>+2 modifier

Rolled 12 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2470465
Nat one here we come

>>2470470
noice

Rolled 13 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2470465
Accidentally become a hero for hire when?

>>2470494
>Accidentally become a hero for hire when?
Worst timeline.

>>2470498
*best

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>>2470560

>>2470566
>he doesn't want to be a mercenary who "just happens" to help people
>he doesn't want to fervently reject praise for his good deeds
>"i-i only do it for the money guys, really"

>>2470585
Thanks reddit

>>2470494
>not becoming a villain for hire
>not becoming the best crime king the world has ever seen or ever will
>not using cosmic fuckery to become Doctor Doom instead

c'mon boi.

>[X] Laugh at him before explaining yourself.(Impolite Response Will Roll +2 Modifier DC12)
>Will Roll
>DC12
>+2 Modifier
>Rolled 12 + 2 = 14
>Success!

>(1/2)

Despite how much you want to punch Luke Cage in the face right now and tell him off while his gal watches him get his shit pushed in, a part of you finds this entire situation hilarious. A super hero is looking down on you for saving people. Said super hero is street-level trash who'll never make a difference no matter how hard he tries. Hell, you're pretty sure you unintentionally made the Bronx a better place by organizing crime and assimilating all the street gangs into yours. It would usually take hours for the police to arrive to normal gun shooting reports but they showed up in record time for the James' Java incident. In a way, you're more of a hero than he is.

You lean your head back and let out a howl of laughter at the thought. Kojo Reyes AKA Asterios, the hero of the whole Bronx while big bitch Cage is just a part of his neighborhood watch. Asterio would've probably been more appropriate but it was a decision made in the heat of the moment. Maybe you can fuck with Spidey the next time you meet him by saying your really Asterio and he was just assuming you said Asterios. Spin it as him either being racist for his assumption or do the whole that was my evil twin thing if he found out your a crime lord.

Cage parts his lips to say something but you hold up a finger to silence him. You're still not done laughing. It takes a good minute for you to die down.

"If I hadn't kicked those punk asses away, that one baby-faced nigga firing an Uzi sideways like an amateur would've busted caps in my clothes, your girl, the people eating behind you, and your eyesore of a yellow shirt."

He scowls at you.

"I'm going to find them. You stay here and you better hope they're still alive or I'm handing your ass over to the cops."

Luke Cage takes off to the other street, turns around the corner, and dissappears.

You scoff and take a step forward towards your table. A grunt of pain escapes your lips. The bones in your foot aren't in pieces anymore but are loosely connected to one another. You can feel them crack again under the pressure of your weight.

It takes you a few minutes to limp back your table. The others eating outdoors are too busy being paralyzed in shock to help their horned savior. A few flys buzz by in the stillness and help themselves to their unattended food.

>(2/2)

You should've let them all die.

Filthy mangy dogs.

Too weak to help themselves, too ungrateful to lend a simple hand, and too stupid to realize that they are still alive by your mere whim.

You could just as easily take their lives as you saved them.

But you won't because there is no value or satisfaction you can derive from murdering some worthless nobodies.

They'll go the rest of their lives without ever knowing the power you had over them in this moment.

Hell, they'll never know or feel what power is.

That's enough for you.

You sit down in the empty chair and grab the last bite of your burger. Mouth open, you move to finish it off when you see someone approach you.

It's the woman that was with Luke.

You let out an annoyed sigh.

>[ ] "I'm never going to finish this burger am I?"
>[ ] "What do you want?"
>[ ] "Fuck off."
>[ ] "...How can I help you?"
>[ ] Glare at her in silence.
>[ ] Finish the burger.
>[ ] Write In.

>>2470660
>>[ ] "Fuck off."

>>2470660
>"What do you want?"
Maybe she has something of value to say, let's not just tell her to fuck off.

>>2470614
>Not doing this while moonlighting as the gruff but well meaning new addition to the HfH.
>Not having the best cover by being a reverse Superman but in Marvel

It's like you don't want a convoluted balancing act or something

>>2470660
>[ ] "What do you want?"
>[ ] Finish the burger.

>>2470660
>>[ ] "Fuck off."

Holy shit, I think this is the first time I've had four voters.

Also the first time I've seen some discussion about Kojo's future.

>>2470686
DOOM BELIEVES YOUR PLAN TO BE VASTLY INFERIOR.

>>2470713
Then he should start DOOM quest. Kojo is the new horned hotness

pretty sure anons are just fucking around.
Cause we're definitely going to build an empire of crime.

Not sure why we didn't ignore the bike and were nice to luke cage.
Perhaps anons can't handle watching their hero suffer

>>2470708
Youve made it lad

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>>2470720
I want him to build an army of mutants he seems very might is right

>>2470721
so this is what it feels like

>>2470720
Oh I'm definitely fucking around with what I've said for long term so far. As for three bike it's pointless to have a kingdom with no subjects. Plus it will ingratiate us to the public.

>>2470730
Explain what it feels like to me

>>2470767
Like your fulfilling a prophecy foretold to you when you were a wee lad.

It was , like, two weeks about but still.

>>2470660
>>2470690
second

>[X] "What do you want?"
>[X] Finish the burger.

No use staying silent or being a smartass. From the look of her, she's not going to take fuck off for an answer. May as well be upfront and get this over with. Maybe you'll end up killing her depending on if she's giving thanks or a lecture.

"What do you want?" you ask before plopping the rest of your burger in your mouth.

She takes a concerned glance at your wounded leg.

"Can I take a look at it? I'm a doctor."

...

...

...

You don't understand.

>[ ] "...I just need to sit down for a bit. That's all."
>[ ] "...Sure, I guess."
>[ ] "..."
>[ ] Write in.

>>2470820
"All it needs is a kiss better love"

>>2470820
>>[ ] "...Sure, I guess."

>>2470690
Ditto

>>2470820
>Fuck off, it'll heal

>>2470820
>Do I look like the type of guy who needs help?

>>2470822
A bit too out of character right now
>>2470854
I can write this if it wins out

>>2470861
I meant it in a sarcastic way and in the hope it'll piss off Cage. Thought that'd be in character.
I'll go for the other option then.

>>2470861
nevermind, i just thought of a way to make it work

disregard this newbie qm

>>2470872
It's cool dude, your writing's great btw

Rolled 1 (1d4)

>[ ] "All it needs is a kiss better love"
>[ ] "...Sure, I guess."
>[ ] "Fuck off, it'll heal."
>[ ] "Do I look like the type of guy who needs help?"

>>2470872
Are we able to upgrade our abilities? If so Regen should be top of our list

>>2470820
>>[ ] "Fuck off, it'll heal."

why roll a d4 for 3 choices?

>>2471019
Maybe in the future. I don't want to make this too much like Homeless Mutant Quest.

>>2471022
There's four of them. The dice thing for some reason normal texts the first greentext.

>>2471019
We have a pretty solid power kit already plus we're a lot more subtle than most people we come across would think.

>>2470720
I don't care about Cage but if we kill Peter I will be ANGRY.

>>2471037
I know, just for future knowledge.
>>2471024
Just wanted to know

>>2471057
We don't need to kill peter in order to do anything, if a confrontation occurs all we really need to do is break one of his pinkie toes and maybe a finger

>>2471057
but we're not him.
Hasn't he gotten enough happy endings in the comics?

Not that i want to kill him, ideally he'd be a hitman for us

>[X] "All it needs is a kiss better love."

She's gotta be joking. Why not go along with her? You can both laugh at how stupid both your jokes were.

A grin spreads onto your face.

"All it needs is a kiss better, love."

Claire gives you a blank stare as you struggle to laugh at your joke.

You stop trying and stare back at her. She isn't glaring at you for the crude remark. Her brown eyes have this strange glow to them. It's completely foreign to you. Most people would've flipped you off by now or tried to stab you.

Is she actually being serious?

Cage seems to be pretty friendly with her so why should she be trying to help someone he scolded?

Are super-humanly strong guys just her thing?

Is she one of those weird feet fetishists?

Maybe she's checking to see if your foot actually is broken so she can stomp on it.

Or maybe she's just leading you on into a false sense of security so she can laugh in your face when she reveals that it was a joke all along.

...

You just don't understand.

>[ ] "It's not funny anymore, just laugh and get the fuck out of my face."
>[ ] "Just leave me alone."
>[ ] "Show me your lisence."
>[ ] "I can heal."
>[ ] "..."
>[ ] Glare at her
>[ ] Write in.

>>2471124
>>[ ] "I can heal."

>>2471124
>>[ ] "Just leave me alone."

>>2471124
>[ ] "Just leave me alone."

>Is she one of those weird feet fetishists?
Clearly it must be this

>>2471106
Depends on Peter's power level in this quest, some incarnations of him are STRONK as fuck.

>>2471124
>"I can heal."
Keking at us awkwardly cutting off the joke.

>>2471124
>>[ ] "I can heal."

>>2471147
Peter seems to be just starting out and still in his teens in this particular incarnation
Still strong but not nearly at the level he could be

>>2471124
>I can heal/it's not funny anymore

>>2471147
It does seem early in his career if a confrontation is unavoidable we should seek to hinder his agility as our strength is probably superior

>>2471124
>[ ] "I can heal."

>>2471147
Here's still just some well meaning powered kid at this point. Until he's in the big leagues it's not worth kojos time.

I almost feel like kojo doesn't really seek out trouble with the hero types because A) That's a lot of heat once you splat one but also B) He has a sort of a respect for the ones who do it right (To him Cage doesn't because he doesn't actually accomplish anything but Spiderman does actually get some stuff done even if it's small).

>>2471187
>I almost feel like kojo doesn't really seek out trouble with the hero types because A) That's a lot of heat once you splat one but also B) He has a sort of a respect for the ones who do it right (To him Cage doesn't because he doesn't actually accomplish anything but Spiderman does actually get some stuff done even if it's small).
Pretty accurate. I think we'll get a better idea if we start running New York or encountering more heroes. I'm still kind of figuring out how to flesh out Kojo more.

>>2471229
Every interaction so far has me thinking Kojo is the type of guy who would rather try to deal than duke it out, he also seems like he would rather hold off on using violence despite being very, very good at it
I mean he just ran from the SWAT team instead of fighting them, he talked to Spider-man and gave him a lesson in the NYC underworld, talked down and recruited the Yakuza's number 2 guy and save a restaurant full of people from a drive by
To me he comes off as this ruthless high powered executive that is always trying to wheel and deal to get what he wants, like if Kojo wasn't raised on the streets he would be in a boardroom right now

Or at least that's how I see it

>>2471229
Little hobbies, weak points, relationships with other characters

>>2471247
This feels pretty dead on. I think his main goal would be to position himself as a necessary evil. Running the underworld but still helping out the community. The rabble love him for it but he just doesn't want to rule a shithole, things like that. If a hero did put him away people would freak out and the city would degrade because of the struggle for power his vacancy would leave.

>>2471247
I agree, with our powerset most people are going to underestimate our intelligence. We should seek to be more ruthless then our competitors

>>2471256
>get locked up
>every minor gang busts out of hiding, total anarchy
>place goes to shit with Kojo's main crew just busting heads and keeping safe
>state lets Kojo out because of just how bad the city got overnight

>>2471247
Well, scheming opportunist is literally his personality type. Its very fitting actually. A lot of what I've brought up about his street-rat days was him being absolutely fucking ruthless when it came to survival. Robbing people, killing people, playing other street-rats, and sicking the cops on gangs as well as gangs on rival gangs. Not much changed when he mutated other than him having to adjust to the more wit oriented side of crime.
>>2471256
>>2471262
I honestly fucking love this idea. If we do get to it depending on how we run things this will be a possible scenario.

>>2471262
>Newbie tries to arrest us
>Other heroes try to warn him off
>Allow the face to continue for awhile to teach him a lesson
>Go to court
>Talk to the judge about his kids, ask how the bailiffs family is doing, tell some of the people in the crowd you dealt with whoever tried to shoot up the local dinner
>Get up, remove cuffs, and walk out
>No one stops him

>>2471272
*farce and *dinner

Man I hate my phone

>[X] "I can heal."

It's not like she can go through with the joke or bring herself to stomp on your foot if she believes you the slightest bit. You're pretty sure she saw you punt two people and a motorcycle over an entire block. Who wants to get on a super strong mutant's shit list? But if she does try anything your boys will be seeing just how tight she is to still be fucking around with Luke. If they're asleep you can always gift-wrap her to some old syphilis crazed bum or maybe even a night-stalking Alex. She likes the hunt but doesn't mind gifts so long as they're from you.

"I can heal."

She raises an eyebrow at you.

"Fast enough to get up in an hour or a few minutes?"

Now she's stepping onto vital territory.

Territory you are very familiar with.

>[ ] "Get lost, lab-coat. Cage might be your guinea pig but I'm no egghead's gene bitch."(Hostile conversation ender.)
>[ ] "A few hours, why?"(Lie, Go along with it. See what she has to say)
>[ ] "Seconds to minutes, I don't need your help."(Truth)
>[ ] Flick a toothpick into her skull. You've had enough of this bitch.
>[ ] Write In.

>>2471272
>Kujo knows you
>Kujo knows your wife
>Kujo knows her job, her boss, and her favourite spot to eat during lunch
>Kujo knows your two children
>Kujo knows their teachers, their classmates, the route they take to school
>Kujo knows you

>>2471281
>>[ ] "Get lost, lab-coat. Cage might be your guinea pig but I'm no egghead's gene bitch."(Hostile conversation ender.)
Telling her too much would be a mistake, we want others to have to make guesses not calculations.

>>2471281
>Fuck off, what do you care

>>2471281
>>[ ] "Seconds to minutes, I don't need your help."(Truth)
Followed immediately by
>[ ] "Get lost, lab-coat. Cage might be your guinea pig but I'm no egghead's gene bitch."(Hostile conversation ender.)

>>2471281
Did we even get our rice? Why am I more concerned with the state of our dining than her questioning? I know we don't plan on paying but damn that would be some shitty service.

>>2471281
hat she has to say)
>[ ] "Short enough that I don't need a handout" Look for the waiter and all about our rice. We're not sticking around because of Cage or this chick. We just want the rest of our food.

>>2471292
I love this entirely too much

>>2471281
>>[ ] "Seconds to minutes, I don't need your help."(Truth)

>>2471312
I enjoy asking pointed questions about things you shouldn't know

>>2471304
Our rice came with the burger

>>2471327
Whew. Okay. I'd hate to have to give this place a bad review online.

>>2471331
>Dine and dash
>Leave a bad review
Wut

>>2471339
Hey just because you don't pay doesn't mean the food isn't good or the service wasn't on point. It's not like you need to scan your receipt to post a review on a public website.

It's a joke my man. S'all good.

>>2471300
Telling her the truth seems kind of detrimental to the second part.

>>2471281
>[ ] Flick a toothpick into her skull. You've had enough of this bitch.

>>2471343
Not really it's basically saying "I'm fine here's a tidbit to sate your curiosity but don't push it or I'll rip you're arm off and beat you to death with it"
Only perhaps a bit more politely

>>2471342
We're on a Han Dynasty tattooing forum everything's a joke

I can't wait to meet Punisher, it should be fun

>>2471281
>"Get lost, lab-coat. Cage might be your guinea pig but I'm no egghead's gene bitch."

>[X] "Seconds to minutes, I don't need your help."(Truth)
>[X] "Get lost, lab-coat. Cage might be your guinea pig but I'm no egghead's gene bitch."(Hostile conversation ender.)

Honestly, you just want to get this conversation over with.

"Seconds to minutes, I don't need your help."

She is completely taken back. The woman takes a moment to gather her bearings. A smile is spread across her lips when she responds.

"That's amazing! Have you ever undergone test-"

That's when you bare your teeth. No one's ever getting a sample of your DNA. Your name remains off all public records for the time being until its beneficial for you to leave any. If there was one benefit from being born a bastard in some alleyway it's the lack of any record of your existence. Useful for a criminal occupation but not much else.

"Get lost, lab-coat. Cage might be your guinea pig but I'm no egghead's gene bitch."

Claire takes a moment to think of a response but wisely walks away when she sees your feral expression.

You let out a relieved sigh and tap your wounded foot. The pain is manageable for you right now. So long as you don't try to hop or superman jump away you're gold. Rice and sweet potato french fries are still on the table but they're probably cold by now.

>[ ] Finish your food. You need sustenance and you've honestly had worse to eat.
>[ ] Wait for your foot to fully heal.
>[ ] Just walk away. You don't want to be here anymore. Cage, the baby-faced gangsters, and Cage's bitch spoiled your appetite.
>[ ] Write In.

>>2471488
>[ ] Just walk away. You don't want to be here anymore. Cage, the baby-faced gangsters, and Cage's bitch spoiled your appetite.

>>2471488
>Finish your food.

>>2471488
>>[ ] Wait for your foot to fully heal.

>>2471533
>>2471514
We can't waste time here. Cage'll be back in no time, and he'll definitely try to take us in, which'll really complicate an already ruined evening (especially if he calls in Fist for backup).

The better part of valor is discretion, and we won't last long if we keep picking fights.

>>2471738
> and he'll definitely try to take us in,
for what?
Those guys are probably fine, horribly maimed but fine
Plus it was self defence

>>2471738
So is this a vote for walking away or?

>>2471488
>>[ ] Finish your food. You need sustenance and you've honestly had worse to eat.

>[X] Finish your food. You need sustenance and you've honestly had worse to eat.

You're not going to let a few niggas acting hard, a broken foot, and a bitch ruin your meal. Probably been a while since you've eaten anyway. It's not like you feel you're going to starve to death anytime soon but it's better to be safe than to be sorry. The precise limits of your superhuman mutant body are still unknown to you.

Sweet potatoes are something you haven't really eaten before. Most of the food you usually jack are meats. It's why the Vegas leave the key to their butcher shop on its rooftop for you. Better to open the gates than get them rammed open. Good thing too, you love the way they season their carne asada and would hate to have them spend money on repairs that could be spent making you more tasty meats. They look so tantalizing you could eat them raw, which you have actually done several times in the past. Something about the fresh smell as well as taste of blood delights you.

You put one into your mouth and take a moment to process the flavor. True to their name, they taste pretty sweet. A nice crispy outside with a fluffy inside. If it had the added benefit of a savory taste to compliment the sweetness you'd like it as much as any meat. Hell, if all vegetables were as good you'd have them more often.

It takes only a few seconds for you to scarf them down.

Rice has always been a strange food to you. A variety of different flavors depending on the grain as well as textures. You can understand why it's a staple food but for all wants and purposes it lacks a lot of the taste that you like in foods. It is pleasant and calming to chew for you though. Small enough to crush into a fine paste but not tasteful enough for you to feel like your missing out.

You lean the plate to your open lips and let it all slide into your mouth. A few seconds is all it takes for your mouth to be filled with a smooth rice paste. It oozes pleasantly down your throat when you swallow.

Looking down at your wounded foot, you tap it against the ground.

No painful sensation whatsoever.

>[ ] Wait for Cage. You want to hear what his punk ass has to say about those two hoodtrash and whoever the fuck Cottonmouth is. Doesn't matter if you weren't the intended target, no one fucks with you and lives.
>[ ] Tell the reciponist Mister Cage will be paying for your meal.
>[ ] Hop your way through the Bronx to Queens. You want to check out your new turf.
>[ ] Hop back to the warehouse.
>[ ] Write In.

>>2472084
>>[ ] Tell the receptionist Mister Cage will be paying for your meal.
Fuck him

>reciponist
goddamn fucking notepad and its lack of a spell corrector

>>2472096
Why not use word?

>>2472098
Choppy format on 4chan, constant bullshit errors, and the red text under words it doesn't have in its dictionary. I use it to check how many characters I'm using but not much else.

>>2472102
Fairs

>>2472109
>>2472102
See if there's an extension for it in notepad++

>>2472084
>>[ ] Tell the reciponist Mister Cage will be paying for your meal.

Goddamn 4chan

>[X] Tell the receptionist Mister Cage will be paying for your meal.

A malicious grin spreads across your face. If Cage is such a hero maybe he can pay for your meal? He owes you for the foot and his girlfriend's life. Won't ever be enough to repay you but you can always just front the bill at this place to Cage. It is his neighborhood and everyone knows what a stand up guy he is. They'll definitely believe him paying for some broke mutant's food. Bleeding hearts like him do that shit all the time.

Strolling towards the front door you reach a hand out to twist the knob when someone else behind it opens it for you. It's Andre and he has the bill in hand.

"T-this is yours sir!" he squeaks out, handing the leather booklet out to you.

You take it and brush past him towards the receptionist.

"Oh, um, how can I help you?"

Smirking, you set the bill down on the podium.

"Mister Cage told me he'd pay for my meal. He'll be coming back soon to see me. Could you give him my thanks? I had a wonderful time here."

The receptionist looks suspicious for a brief moment but she dismisses her thoughts with a shrug.

"I'll let him know. Come back anytime for some soul food at Sylvia's."

Your smirk turns into a garish grin.

"Oh, I will."

She gulps nervously as you walk out the entrance.

A fit of laughter overtakes you as you step back out into the night air. Cage will be paying for his mistake for a long time. You'll make sure of that.

>[ ] Hop back to the warehouse.
>[ ] Hop through the Bronx to Queens. You got new turf to check out.
>[ ] Wait for Cage and ask about the punk-asses you punted away as well as who the hell Cottonmouth is.
>[ ] Go rooftop hopping in Manhattan. Take in the sites. Maybe even pay Kingpin a little visit.
>[ ] Write In.

>>2472190
>[ ] Hop through the Bronx to Queens. You got new turf to check out.

We really don't know who cottonmouth is? Then again compared to diamondback I guess he is small time. Maybe look into him later if he's giving Cage so much trouble.

>>2472190
>[ ] Hop back to the warehouse.

>>2472190
>>[ ] Hop through the Bronx to Queens. You got new turf to check out.

Oh yeah since this appears to be a fairly street level quest and we've already met Spidey and one half of the Heroes for Hire can I assume more Street Level heroes and villains will show up?
Daredevil, Moon Knight, Shocker, The Daughters of the Dragon, Bullseye you know those sorts of guys

>>2472292
We could get a lot of work out of some of the dlist villains that are just too stupid to make the most out of their powers/tech

>>2472292
Well they did make a reference to a cork to the dome killing someone while we were eating so I think that was a Bullseye hint.

>>2472194
Kojo's got enough clout to be left alone by Kingpin of all people. A guy like Cottonmouth being a vassal to another vassal isn't even a blip on his radar.

>>2472292
Yup, that's the plan right now. Things will really start to amp up when we hit the big time.

>[X] Hop through the Bronx to Queens. You got new turf to check out.

May as well go back to Queens and check out the new turf. Itsuki's probably done cleaning up anyone loyal left. If not, you can lend him a hand.

You hop back onto the roof of the Harlem Church of Christ and make your back to apartment complex next to Harlem River Park.

It takes a short while for a cargo truck to pass by. You drop onto the roof of its cargo and let it take you from Third Avenue Bridge back into Mott Haven.

From there, you go rooftop to rooftop over to Woodstock. You don't really remember much about taking over Woodstock. The gangs weren't as organized on the level of the kiddy Yakuza or pushovers like Soundview punks. A good warm-up but not much else. Most of your crew were already hardcore bloodied gangbangers by then.

You briefly hop into Foxhurst before making your way onto Bruckner Boulevard. Foxhurst was a lot like Woodstock. Forgettable and practically mincemeat.

The streets of the Bronx are pretty empty during the night. It's not like Queens or Manhattan where you'd usually go rooftop hopping to avoid attracting attention. This is one of the few times a day and places you can run about without having to worry about crashing into any drivers.

You speed through Soundview and Unionport before entering Throgs Neck. It takes a short while until you find yourself in the same position you got into earlier today. On the side of a raised road to a bridge leading into Whitestone. Good thing people are usually sleeping at this time of nigh and not driving.

A small leap is all you need to get you on the road again.

You run across the bridge and hop off into Francis Lewis Park in your slice of Whitestone. Or is it Queens? Going to have to check on Itsuki to find out.

>[ ] Relax in the park for a bit. It's good to stop and look at the stars.
>[ ] Hop back to Woo-Jin's mansion in Little Neck and see if any of the Yakuza guards there are still alive.
>[ ] Hop around for a bit.
>[ ] Write In.

>>2472484
>>[ ] Relax in the park for a bit. It's good to stop and look at the stars.

>>2472484
>[ ] Relax in the park for a bit. It's good to stop and look at the stars.
Itsuki strikes me as the type who could find us when necessary.

>>2472484
>[ ] Relax in the park for a bit. It's good to stop and look at the stars.

>[X] Relax in the park for a bit. It's good to stop and look at the stars.

>(1/2)

Fuck it, why not? You're not going to sleep anytime soon and Itsuki's more than capable of taking care of himself. The old man is probably just making sure things are wrapped up. He seems like the kind of guy who wouldn't want to check in until the job was completely done.

You walk along the side-walk past a child's playground and a few park benches before walking onto a clearing of grass. It doesn't take long for you to reach the center. You raise your head and look up to the sky.

There are only a handful of shining stars you can see out. New York City has tons of shining lights thanks to its heavy population so you can never really see the night sky just glow. A sigh of disappointment slips out between your lips as you fall onto your back.

You close your eyes and take the world in.

The park grass tickling the back of your head.

A fresh and icy night wind breezing over you.

Calming silence.

...

...

...

Sometime later you open your eyes and stare out into the night sky again. You wonder if you will ever gain the power to reach those stars. They shine so brightly but are ripped away from you by distance as well as circumstance. Maybe one day somewhere you will pluck them from the sky and hold the world in your hands.

A fit of laughter overtakes you. You're laughing so hard your gripping your eyes closed and clutching at your sides. No matter how powerful you'll ever become it'll never come to be. It's simple logic you've understood for a long time. You just find it so hilarious you could for the briefest moment believe something so implausibly stupid could possibly happen to someone like you. The laughter dies down to sporadic giggling.

This is just how it's always been.

Does it have to be?

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(2/2)

Your giggling stops and you open your eyes again. Stars are all around you. Infinite earths are spread out before you and an infinite amount of events are all occurring at once. You see them all, hear them all, feel them all, taste them all, smell them all, and experience them all for a brief second before it fades away.

Reflexively, you slam your eyes shut. Blood oozes out of your cranial orifices. Your head feels like Jesus just splattered your brains against the back of your skull through one of your eyes.

You don't understand.

You don't understand.

You don't understand.

"...I don't understand."

Maybe someday, you will.

Your blood filled eyes open again and see something shine in the night sky trillions of light-years away just for a brief moment. It's a reddish orange speck of light that's brighter than any star. But it's even more than that. You don't know what it is exactly but you have always wanted only one thing.

A fiendish grin spreads onto your face.

"Power."

...Yes

You lift yourself off the grass and stretch. Blinking, you realize that you can't see anything other than a red haze. You try sniffing next but your bloody nose is clouding your sense of smell as well.

>[ ] Try to walk to the beach and dunk your head in the ocean.
>[ ] Wait for yourself to heal.

>>2472853
>[ ] Wait for yourself to heal

>>2472853
>>[ ] Try to walk to the beach and dunk your head in the ocean.

>>2472853
>>[ ] Try to walk to the beach and dunk your head in the ocean.

Damn, fucking cosmic level shit bumping into our street level ass.

>[X] Try to walk to the beach and dunk your head in the ocean.

No use just laying around then.

You slowly walk in the same direction as Whitestone bridge. The ground underneath you is starting to curve a bit downward. It's not until you feel yourself walking on cement when you decide to take a hop forward

The earth you land on isn't really solid. It shifts and morphs underneath your feet. Looks like you leaped all the way to the shore.

Your walk continues until you can feel yourself submerged to your calves in sea water. Small waves brush past your feet and sink back in a vain attempt to pull you in. It feels strangely familiar to you for some reason.

Dismissing the thought with a shrug, you fall to your knees and dunk your head in the water. The salt stings your eyes. Not nearly enough to make you grimace though. You leave your head in for a full minute before lifting it out.

Something in the water catches your eye before you leave. Glimmering with light and purpose. It's a reflection of you. Golden brown skin, shaggy dark hair, pitch black horns, and twinkling brown eyes.

A gleeful grin spread across your face and you glance back at the sky.

"Thank you, I really needed that. Now I know something like you exists. I just need to wait until we cross paths. When the time comes, I'll do anything to make you mine."

No response comes to you whether through a shining light or brutal mind fucking.

You shrug and walk back to shore.

>[ ] Go back to the warehouse.
>[ ] Hop around Queens for a bit. Maybe you can air dry your clothes this way.
>[ ] Relax some more in the park.
>[ ] Write In.

>>2473943
>Go back to the warehouse.

>>2473943
>>[ ] Go back to the warehouse.

>[X] Go back to the warehouse.

There's nothing left for you here. Whatever that thing was, you're not gonna see it again any time soon. As for your clothes, you can always just change out of your them when you get back to the warehouse.

You hop back to the park and leap onto Whitestone bridge. From there you speed through the empty streets of the Bronx. Entire sections of the borough pass by in minutes as you find your way back to your home.

The warehouse is just the same as you last left it.

>[ ] Hop in through the window you left open.
>[ ] Leap to the roof and keep watch over your delicate little humies.
>[ ] Come in through the gate.
>[ ] Write In.

>>2474081
>[ ] Come in through the gate

>>2474081
>>[ ] Hop in through the window you left open.
>Inb4 we get shot by them

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>2474081
>>[X] Come in through the gate.
I just caught up reading, living it.

>[X]Come in through the gate.

You don't want to get your brains splattered twice on the same day. Jesus' sleeping patterns are almost as strange and erratic as Alex's. He's insomniac for a few nights of the week but knocked out like everyone else for the rest. Plus, the son of a bitch sleeps with El Papa in the pockets of his track jacket.

Playing it safe, you stroll up to the warehouse gate and input the key code.

00865

The solid wall of galvanized steel slowly opens to reveal one person sitting down at the roundtable.

It's Marcus and he's working on his third bottle of Corona.

Marcus never drinks.

You walk in, close the gate, and walk up to him.

He turns his head to you and lifts his beverage to you.

"Kojo."

>[ ] "Marcus."
>[ ] "You alright?"
>[ ] "Corona? Pensé que tu eras un auténtico colt 45 bebedor, me negro amigo."(Translation: "I thought you were an authentic colt 45 drinker, my black friend.")
>[ ] "I thought you were going to sleep."
>[ ] Sit down with him.
>[ ] Take the beer out of his hand.
>[ ] Walk past him and jump upstairs. It's none of your business. The guy's his own man.
>[ ] Write In.

>>2475138
>"Corona? Pensé que tu eras un auténtico colt 45 bebedor, me negro amigo."
followed by
[ ] "You alright?"

>>2475138
>>[ ] "Corona? Pensé que tu eras un auténtico colt 45 bebedor, me negro amigo."(Translation: "I thought you were an authentic colt 45 drinker, my black friend.")

>>2475185
Seconding this

>[X] "Corona? Pensé que tu eras un auténtico colt 45 bebedor, me negro amigo."(Translation: "I thought you were an authentic colt 45 drinker, my black friend.")
>[X] "You alright?"

>(1/3)

A mischievous smirk makes its way onto your face. Your voice slips into an accent you haven't used in years to speak in a language you haven't spoken in years.

"Corona? Pensé que tu eras un auténtico colt 45 bebedor, me negro amigo."

Marcus lets out a jolly laugh.

"You know I don't drink and, nigga, we both black."

You scoff.

"If I ever tried pointing out that shit back in the day some dumb coon ass nigga would try to beat the shit out of me before getting a knife to his knee and a slit throat."

He let's out a nostalgic sigh.

"I was fucking terrified of you back then. Abuelita and old soldier man Dan would treat you like you were just another little kid but everyone in the hood who wasn't living under a roof knew to stay the fuck away."

You raise an eyebrow at that first bit. Marcus was shy back then before you founded the gang. It didn't seem like he was afraid of you but then again you weren't exactly familiar with social cues or human emotion back then. Survival was all that was ever on your mind. There was no time to ever feel sorry for yourself or anyone else much less feel anything at all. Having a cry in your squat while a gang war's going on in the neighborhood was a good way of getting yourself killed. Letting anyone who tried to jack your shit live would just lead to them taking it in your sleep. Giving food to those who were starving was a good way of getting more bums begging for your food until they'd realize they could jump your dumbass. You saw all of this happen to the other rats who let themselves feel anything. They looked happy sometimes, sure, but they're dead now. Not once could you understand them and you were thankful for that. Hell, even now you still don't understand.

>(2/3)

It takes a few seconds for the word Abuelita to register in your mind.

"...Abuelita." you mumble out loud.

Marcus has a sullen look on his face.

"This is the first time I've heard you speak Spanish ever since the day she died. Crazy ass Cuban lady hated me, el maldito negrito, for hanging out with you but whenever I'd stop by the old warehouse to sell shit I jacked to her she'd ask how you were doing. She wasn't the same after you accidentally caved in Dan's chest. Remember that one time we went over to sell her some jewelry when we saw those white boys run out with her shit?"

You nod at him.

"She just let them go. Didn't have Dan to guard her or the will to keep going."

He nods back.

"Kept going on until she starved to death. What she saw you do to Dan broke her. I still can't believe there was no one around who knew her real name before she died. But we lived in a shitty ghetto so anyone old enough to remember a time when she wasn't Abuelita to all the little latino bred rats were out of the hood or most likely dead."

You stare blankly at the roundtable.

"...Her name was Luiz."

Marcus' eyes widen.

"Shit, she told you?"

You raise your gaze to Marcus and narrow your eyes.

"My father did."

A paralyzing silence fills the air for a few seconds before Marcus speaks up again.

"How did it happen? Luiz becoming Abuelita, I mean."

You sigh.

"Miscarriage. Fucked her mind up, body up, and marriage up."

He grimaces.

"That's some fucked up shit."

You hum in agreement.

>(3/3)

The two of you lean against the roundtable together in an awkward silence. You've never told anyone about your father. All Marcus knows is you've met and spent time with the man. It's how you learned your last name was Reyes. That was a long time ago and a story that can wait another time.

"You alright, man?" Marcus says, breaking the silence.

You sigh.

"Yeah, I'm fine. You alright?"

He looks down at his unfinished bottle of alcohol.

"I'm kind of freaking out over all of this gang war shit. When you wanted to go after Kingpin, I kept cool but now that we've somehow got Itsuki motherfucking Kenji, demon soul katana keeping Yakuza enforcer extraordinaire, handing the Yakuza to us on a silver platter I don't see how any of this shit is gonna stop till we pop pop pop and make every last one of those fuckers drop. You'll come out fine but a lot of us are going to go down in the shooting. We don't have the equipment to handle Maggia mobsters with vests and assault rifles or Kingpin's private army mercenaries as well as his ridiculous fucking supervillains for hire. I guess I'm just worried about dying is all."

>[ ] "Just stay behind me. I'll be your meat shield."
>[ ] "I can probably get some mid-tier gear from Itsuki."
>[ ] "If I can get Itsuki to hand me all of the Yakuza's cash we can get military-spec gear from the Bratva but I'll have to talk things out with the harbor captain first."
>[ ] "We can talk about this tomorrow."
>[ ] "Relax, none of this will evolve into open gang warefare."
>[ ] "You need some rest, Marcus."
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