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>>2722244
>Fight properly, you've nothing to be scared of here. Raises Brutality, more damage. Not so safe.
Nice to see you back QM
I used to be a QM like you until I took a car to the knee

>>2722244
>Fight properly, you've nothing to be scared of here. Raises Brutality, more damage. Not so safe.
Nice to see you back void! Didn't think the qm curse was so literal. You doing ok?

>>2722244
>Fight properly, you've nothing to be scared of here. Raises Brutality, more damage. Not so safe.
I can't believe Void almost fucking died.

>>2722244
>Fight properly, you've nothing to be scared of here. Raises Brutality, more damage. Not so safe.

>>2722259
>>2722275
>>2722286
>>2722288
fight properly wins, roll me d50+5

and thanks guys, I'm doing alright now.

Rolled 50 + 5 (1d50 + 5)

>>2722300
CRIT FAIL TIME BOYOS

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>>2722302
>First roll back
>Already a crit
Dice magic is REAL

>>2722302
noice,
You still need two more rolls but still that's pretty insane.

Rolled 30 + 5 (1d50 + 5)

>>2722300
>>2722302
Barnaby is back baby!

Rolled 26 + 5 (1d50 + 5)

>>2722300

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Incredible violence,
writing.

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Time for some of the old ultraviolence.

Springheel spins and leaps past you again, the pipe in his hands swinging wildly as you roll under him. You catch him with your cleaver and rip a gash down his left arm. He yelps as you carve a chunk out of him and lands poorly, rolling a few times as he bounces off the ground.

"Oh Christ..."

You take a step backwards and spin your cleaver as he slowly turns and stands. He hurls the pipe at you as he turns, kicking off from the floor hard enough that it cracks from the pressure.

You catch the pipe and step to the side, taking a batter's stance.

Straight D50
DC:25, 45

Rolled 42 (1d50)

>>2722372
Let it rip!

Rolled 12 (1d50)

>>2722372
LEt's GO!

Rolled 17 (1d50)

>>2722372

>>2722376
>>2722379
>>2722383
So incredibly close

writing.

>>2722385
I guess that's one more clue to the police uh? Also Void didn't we already throwed the switchblade?

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Jack lets out a small giggle as he swings the pipe, heavy metal impacting on the gangster with a loud crack as your improvised weapon bends almost in half. He's sent flying a good three or four feet backwards by the hit and lies slumped on the floor groaning.

He twisted in the jump, so you hit him in the shoulder instead of the head. You can tell because he gets back up.
[-40% HP]
[+1 Fear]

He's bruised, bloody, and moaning in pain. Time to finish this.

[Enemy:Springheel]
[Status:15%]
[???:95%]
[Fear: Frightened]

[Jack]
[Status:75%]
[Brutality:50%]

Fight cautiously, he could still be dangerous. Lowers brutality and does less damage, much safer.
Fight properly, you've nothing to be scared of here. Raises Brutality, more damage. Not so safe.
Rip Him To Shreds uses 50% Brutality, Always Kills.
Throw the switchblade. Ranged option, much safer and does a reasonable amount of damage.
Terrorise requires low enemy health and 30% Brutality. Heavy Damage and raises Fear.
[Option Locked]
[Option Locked]

>>2722398
Nah, that's if you fail a roll during a Rampage, I'll ask you to make a roll for evidence after the fight is done.
You also have a large cleaver that you stole from the cannibal manor kitchens.

>>2722408
>Rip Him To Shreds uses 50% Brutality, Always Kills.

>>2722414
Oh! Okay then!

>>2722408
>>Rip Him To Shreds uses 50% Brutality, Always Kills.

>>2722408
>Rip Him To Shreds uses 50% Brutality, Always Kills.
Start with his feet and legs! Also take his foot device, just in case.

Alright, guess this is a ripper kill then.

Roll me a d100, straight.

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>2722440
Time to cut this business.

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>2722440

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>2722440

>>2722440
Glad you're doin' ok. Appreciate your work here.

89, noice
writing

>>2722446
>>2722448

I'm starting to think that the dice like my shitty one liners.

You advance towards the rising gangster and grab him by the broken shoulder, pulling him into the darkness of the alleyway. He tries to jump away but you stomp heavily on his knee and shatter it, covering his mouth so that his scream of pain is muffled.

Jack carves him to pieces, he can't really stab with a cleaver so he hacks off Springheels head instead before hurling it away. Jack keeps cutting, so you wait until he's done. It takes a while, but eventually the murder ends and you can take a second to relax.

You take stock for a bit and go over what exactly you've learned. You know that Boilerplate has a workshop somewhere around here, and you've just killed a budgie who was delivering parts to him. You look around at the industrial district as the sun sets over the bay.

Good, it'll be dark soon.

Jack/Barnaby
Status: Alright, let's get going.
Money: $39
Jack:Fairly happy.
Inventory: An old ratty coat, really nice steel toed work boots, chain gloves.
Switchblade and Cleaver.
[The Baron's Arms Surplus. Located. Sells antique rifles muskets and other forms of weaponry, including knives.]
[Andrew's butchery and Fishmonger's supplies. Sells Chainmail in addition to things like butchers hooks.]

You can sneak around easier in the dark, maybe find that workshop.
You should head home, it's getting late.
Head to the market, you could do with some stuff.
Something else?

>>2722532
Sorry for the delay, had to eat dinner.
Also, ignore the dice rolling behind the curtain.

Rolled 19 + 10 (1d50 + 10)

>>2722533
OH NO NOW I'M THE RETARD

>>2722532
You can sneak around easier in the dark, maybe find that workshop.

>>2722532
>You can sneak around easier in the dark, maybe find that workshop.
>Something else? [Now that the body is descebtly shopped throw it in the sewers or something to keep people from finding out what we did. As far as everyone know he simple ran away with the stuff.]

This is just to scout and know were it's we aren't fully healled so attacking a defensive position might be a bad idea.

>>2722535
I'm fine i can ignore a low roll like that.

>You can sneak around easier in the dark, maybe find that workshop.
Why did we kill this guy again?

>>2722565
I think it's because he saw your face.

>>2722565
We decided to follow a super in Barnaby form, we failed the roll and got busted. Because of him threatening to tell everyone we were the one butting in his way we transformed into jack. Now he knew Jack's face and Barnaby as well as that Jack and Barn were the same person he had to go.

Try and find the workshop.
Roll me a d50+3
DC 40

Rolled 31 + 3 (1d50 + 3)

>>2722579
Man the guy didn't even had something interesting with him.

Rolled 39 + 3 (1d50 + 3)

>>2722579
It was a bit of a dumb plan from the start and we could have played it way better.

>>2722614
You did it anon!

Rolled 5 + 3 (1d50 + 3)

>>2722579

Rolled 24 (1d50)

>>2722579

Yo, its like eleven over here in england, so I'm gonna sleep for a few hours, brb

well what anons did this and last thread was kinda dumb, but nevermind
is there a way to kill someone as jack without knives so it doesnt look like us ?
and maybe we should have 2 sets of mask on for barnaby and one for jack so we can switch them out whenever we need them and hopefully make identifying us harder

>>2722740
really enjoying this quest despite having no clue about thw worm universe

Bump
In preparation for His Lordships return

Yo I'm back.
And you passed the DC.
Writing.

>>2723756
A space whale gave a shitload of people superpowers that appear in times of incredible stress or hardship, as a result nine out of ten of the people who get powers are fucking nutso.

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You take one last look at the corpse before donning your mask, then stalk off into the darkness of the industrial district. You creep through alleys and across rooftops as the sky slowly darkens, searching animatedly for signs of criminal activity. There is a multitude of shady goings on, you see men being beaten and killed, gambling and vice purveyed with a single minded dedication rarely seen in honest work.

Then again, you're hardly one to criticise.

Eventually however, you come across a small warehouse guarded by two Ironclad gang members, accomplished ones indeed if how heavily armoured they are means what you think it does. The warehouse itself is maybe twenty feet each way, with a high roof.

You're currently stood on a factory building across the street and past a small plaza, crouched in the shadow of one of the smokestacks. The question now is what you're planning exactly?

Jack/Barnaby
Status: 75%
Money: $39
Jack:Strangely smug?
Inventory: An old ratty coat, really nice steel toed work boots, chain gloves.
Switchblade and Cleaver.
[The Baron's Arms Surplus. Located. Sells antique rifles muskets and other forms of weaponry, including knives.]
[Andrew's butchery and Fishmonger's supplies. Sells Chainmail in addition to things like butchers hooks.]


You just wanted to find the place, you'll head home and heal for now.
There was that offer from the Ironclad leader earlier, this'd be a hell of a way to introduce yourself.
What the fuck did you think you were going to do? [BEGIN RAMPAGE]
Another, more powerful option?

>>2724001
>What the fuck did you think you were going to do? [BEGIN RAMPAGE]
All gangs must be killed.
All filth must be purged.

It's time.

>You just wanted to find the place, you'll head home and heal for now.

>>2724001
>just wanted to find the place

>>2724001
>You just wanted to find the place, you'll head home and heal for now.

Do you guys thing it would be a terrible idea if we lefed a clue of the warehouse location with the corpse we just lefed behind?

But then again there is no garantee that someone will find it and if they find it, that they will call the police

>>2724051
Hmmm. Maybe someone belonging to a different gang finds the body with the clue, and they end up using it to attack the warehouse themselves? That would solve two problems together, I think.

I popped across the road and now I'm back.
writing.
>nah bruh just go home.

Fuck yeah, we got 'em now. This'll be grand.

Wait Jack, we're hurt. We should come back later.

...What! No I'm fine. I've got this.

We shouldn't do this if we're hurt, and we need a plan. Just rushing in will get us-

Come the fuck on man, I'm still strong. Let me at 'em.

You can feel Jack's anger, but attacking an Inventor's workshop is risky enough. Attacking one while injured would be tempting fate, and fate is rarely happy with a tease. You have to put your foot down here.
No Jack, we can't do this now.

He's silent for a few seconds, twirling the cleaver in his hand.

Look, we'll come up with a plan and come back eh? We ought to go about this the smart way.

Alright... fine.

You head back after making a mental note of the location, Jack trudging reluctantly back home. You arrive back at about eight in the afternoon, and change back into Barnaby. There's a few people up and about still, with Mr Holden sat outside the house and smoking.

Mr Higgs is there as well, laughing at some witticism before they notice your return. You smile and wave as you head by, before heading up to bed. There's some light conversation with Michael, you can tell he's still interested in your powers but it's Sunday tomorrow, so you'll have the day off. Maybe you can show him then.

You awaken the following morning, and get up fairly early in the morning as per usual. A small breakfast later and you're standing outside, relaxing on the sidewalk.

So what's your plan for the day?

Jack/Barnaby
Status: 100% [The bruises have went down, though your arm is still a bit sore.]
Money: $39
Jack:Subdued
Inventory: An old ratty coat, really nice steel toed work boots, chain gloves.
Switchblade and Cleaver.
[The Baron's Arms Surplus. Located. Sells antique rifles muskets and other forms of weaponry, including knives.]
[Andrew's butchery and Fishmonger's supplies. Sells Chainmail in addition to things like butchers hooks.]
[Boilerplate's workshop.]

Explain your Gift to Michael
Head into town first, you have money to spend.
Head in to the workshop.
You still need money, the Ironclad gang would pay handsomely, the Budgies would too. You can't really say about the others though.
You still need some way of making money, maybe you could ask around when folk aren't busy?

>>2724180
>Explain your Gift to Michael
May as well do it now

>>2724180
>Explain your Gift to Michael

>>2724180
>Explain your Gift to Michael
Basically he's a cooler meaner big brother in our head that takes over our body to get shit done, but our Gift of our own is to figure out what words other people are weak to. Jack cuts with his hands, we cut with our tongue - or something?

writing

"So how does it work?"
The two of you are stood in an old closed down factory, surrounded by dusty machinery and steel slag. It was always a favourite place of yours to hang out and talk back before you had a job, now it servers admirably to protect your conversation from unwelcome inquiry. You shook the dust off of some old tarp, which now functions as a nice seat.

"Well as far as I can tell, i actually have two different powers. Basically, I've got two different voices in my head. The first one's called Jack, and he's like a bigger angrier version of me who's really good at fighting. Then there's the other one which isn't really a person... I can talk to Jack and he has feelings, but the other one doesn't respond if I ask it questions. It tells me things about people, their secrets... stuff that they're scared of, that kind of thing. My second power lets me turn into Jack, he takes over my body and i become a voice in his head telling him what to do."

Mike looks a bit confused at first but he seems to get the picture, and smiles as he asks the question you were dreading.

"Can you show me?"

Well?
Y/N

>>2724273
>Y

>>2724273
>Y

>>2724273
>N

>>2724273
>N

>>2724273
>y
what could go wrong ?

>Y

Yes, introduce the dysfunctional psychopath to your younger brother.

roll me a d50
DC:???

Rolled 18 (1d50)

>>2724311
Rollin' for a good old critfail

Rolled 13 (1d50)

>>2724311

Rolled 8 (1d50)

>>2724311

please dont hurt our bro

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>>2724311
>>2724316
>>2724319
>>2724326
>these shit rolls
our brother is fucked whatever timeline he's in, isn't he?

writing.

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"Yeah alright, why not?"
You realise about halfway through the transformation that you've never actually looked at yourself while transforming. It was always rather painful, but you chalked that up to whatever eldritch mechanism allowed such a change. However, you guess from your brother's wide eyes, somewhat green countenance and terrified expression that it's rather unpleasant to look at.
You don't quite understand how exactly.

It's just some bones breaking and reforming, some minor flesh tearing, it really doesn't hurt that much. Then again, you work in a butchery.

Mike has his hand covering his mouth by the time you finish the shift, unable to tear his eyes away from your new form.

"Jesus... doesn't that hurt?"

"Nah, it's a piece of piss. Dad gave us worse on the daily."
Jack takes a step forwards and laughs, his harsh bark echoing through the factory.
"Nice to meet you little guy, look at you you're shaking like a leaf."

"A-And you're separate from Barnaby? Someone else?"

"Nope, i'm him all right. Just all the horrible angry bits, more Dad than Mum if you get my meaning."

Alright Jack, that's enough.
He rolls his eyes before acquiescing to your control, and you turn away as you transform, taking care to hide most of the unpleasantness this time.

That could have went better, at least he didn't mention the murders.

You keep talking to Michael, but he doesn't really have any more questions after that. You reiterate that he ought not to tell anyone, but he already knows that.

A quick (and slightly awkward) luncheon later, and you find yourself making plans for the rest of the day.

Jack/Barnaby
Status: 100%
Money: $39
Jack:Strangely smug?
Inventory: An old ratty coat, really nice steel toed work boots, chain gloves.
Switchblade and Cleaver.
[The Baron's Arms Surplus. Located. Sells antique rifles muskets and other forms of weaponry, including knives.]
[Andrew's butchery and Fishmonger's supplies. Sells Chainmail in addition to things like butchers hooks.]

You have the rest of the day off, why not take a look around town?
Michael has had an idea, why not give being a hero a go? Do a patrol or something.
You should prepare for the workshop assault. You'll need proper tools for that To the Baron's Arms.
You could just chill out with Mike.
Another Option?

>>2724405
>micheal has had an idea
gotta confuse the cops, babe !

>>2724405
>You could just chill out with Mike.
you know, we really need to do this more
so it can go horribly wrong

>>2724405
>You could just chill out with Mike.

you could just chill with mike, writing.

>>2724497
What's Jack's fighting skills like? Is it pure brawling or is it martial arts

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You spend the better part of the day around the house with Mike and your mother, it's good to have a rest now and then. You haven't seen each other much over the last week, and that needs to change. You spend some time playing card games with your family, you help your mother clean the house. It's relaxing and thoroughly pleasant.

Mr Anderson sends one of his sons around the different houses later on, asking if the block's residents would be interested in a street cookout. Your mother accepts, and soon there's practically the whole damn building outside enjoying the sun. Beers are shared and it's not long before someone has a pot going over one of the smaller stoves that got moved outside, you can smell fish frying and hear various children playing as the three of you exit the house.

Mike runs off to talk with the Holden twins, them being his usual group to hang around with. At least they don't get him into much mischief.


You see Mr Higgs and Mr Holden at the stove, sipping warm beer and talking about their respective military services in the past. Why not go say hello?
Mother is gossiping with Petunia and Agatha, Mr Anderson's mother and wife respectively. Mother has been taking it well but maybe you should stick close by, just in case.
Mr and Mrs Anderson are trying to corral the children from causing too much of a mess, maybe you should chip in considering your brother is one of them.

>>2724562
Think Kiryu from the Yakuza games. Brawling, but good brawling, and with enough technique that it can stand up to actual martial artists.

>>2724577
>You see Mr Higgs and Mr Holden at the stove, sipping warm beer and talking about their respective military services in the past. Why not go say hello?
Did he trigger in this timeline or not? I forgot

>>2724577
>you see mr.higgs and mr.holden
>>2724581
so were basically a 8 foot 350 pound brawler

>>2724577
>You see Mr Higgs and Mr Holden at the stove, sipping warm beer and talking about their respective military services in the past. Why not go say hello?

>>2724588
Oh god, Jack is Mr. Shakedown!

Go Talk with the Manly MenTM
writing.

>>2724608
I wonder if we could continue to get fitter or learn better combat skills

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>>2724637
Like learn the basics of CQC?

>>2724656
Exactly, but also learning something from our friends in the Orient

>>2724608
Can't wait to learn about the Boer War

>>2724661
Agreed! That is gonna be interesting af

>>2724690
>He was at the battle of Rorke's Drift

I really hope we can contract out a tinker to make us a costume made out of a Victorian equivalent to Vantablack so we look like we're made of shadows and of course it would have to be armoured

>>2724699
Thats not Boer war though... That was a separate engagement between brittish and zulu forces. Still interesting though

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You walk over and are poured a mug of beer as you're pulled into the conversation. It turns out that both of the men served as volunteer combatants in the Boer War, with Mr Holden serving as a rifleman and Higgs as a combat medic. The two of them trade stories both sad and humourous as the three of you relax in the May sunshine, you tell a few stories of your own from the shop, mostly relating to strange or humourous encounters with customers, but the war stories dominate the conversation.

"So there I was, staring down the barrel of a dirty musket when who turns up? Fucking Galahad, that's who. 'Course that was back before Arthur snapped him up."

"Yes, he was just Paladin back then wasn't he? Before the Horned King and all that nonsense."

"Yeah reckon so, anyways. the tribesman puts down his gun and just starts hugging me, crying and babbling in his language. it were the funniest thing. Turns out Galahad had some sort of "Understanding Field" or something, made the tribesman so regretful for stabbing my mate that he just broke down."
Higgs finishes his beer as Mr Holden ends his story, grinning to himself in full confidence that he's managed the "weirdest Gifted story". The old medic thinks to himself for a second, pursing his lips as he thinks back.

"That's pretty incredible Alex, but I've got one that'll knock your socks off. You see, I was in Africa during the Zulu war as well. i was there when Arthur got his powers."
You and Mr Holden double take at that, you nearly spitting out your beer.

"No way, you were at Rorke's Drift?"

"Right in the thick of it Barnaby, four thousand Zulu tribal warriors against a hundred and fifty men. All the Gifted had legged it out of there with our cavalry, so we were stuck high and dry no gatlings or field guns. Nothing. The Zulu prince or king or whatever had a shitload of them if you'll pardon my french. Everywhere you looked some half mad negro in furs was spitting fire or summoning strange beasts. Half the reason there were so many tribesman was that one of them could split into two whenever he was hurt but not killed, he alone probably made up half their force."

"So there we were, surrounded and outgunned, our lines were breaking. When I blacked out, I reckon someone must have smacked me in the head or something, maybe a bullet clipped me I don't know. But when I woke up, one of our lads was going around and grabbing people. He'd hold onto them for a bit, then they'd start doing Things I saw one of the sergeants start firing his Henry rifle and whenever he shot it was like an artillery gun going off."
He leans forwards, voice taking a conspiratorial tone.
"People say Arthur was an officer, and he likes to go along with it too but I knew him before he changed. He was an infantryman, common as dirt."

There's a lull in the conversation as you digest what you've been told.
[Do you have any questions, or are you just going to chill.]

>>2724804
>Did you know him before he got Gifted?
I wonder if Jack's any good with guns

>>2724804
>Could you teach me anything from your army days?

Mentor acquire

>>2724804
I'm getting a real Uncle Ben feat. Sam Raimi vibe from all this, and I love it.
Backing >>2724828, especially learning about how to patch people up and first aid. Would be handy for Jack to listen along too, just in case.
Backing >>2724819 too, complete with mentally asking Jack about guns in the meanwhile. So yeah I guess I'm backing both of these equally because both are damn good.

>>2724828
As long as we say it's for self defense against the gangs if asked, then sure I'll second it.

>>2724836
Ditto

>>2724804
Just thinking, if we ever get caught by police or we piss off a powerful Gifted we should turn ourselves over to the Government and see about their spy programs

>>2724855
I think they have better Strangers to call upon than us. I don't think Jack is any better at disguise than we are.

>>2724855
>>2724862
im pretty sure we are still wanted for 40+ murders of rich people
pretty sure if we can't redeem ourselves were going straight to death row
>>2724841
im pretty sure it was obvious that we arent going to say " please teach me to fight so i can keep murdering innocent children "

>>2724862
We would actually be an amazing support for a spy operation. We have an unprecedented ability to acquire blackmail against targets which would help with turning nearly any enemy. Can also provide physical support if an operation goes fubar.

>>2724881
Obviously, the perfect move to counter that is simply to take over the city. Our powerset does lend itself well to career of dreaded crime boss.

>>2724882
We're a blackmail oriented Tattletale that can actually hold their own in a fight

>>2724819
>>2724828
support both

>>2724899
We'd be the Victorian Cray brothers all by ourselves

>>2724997
True that. And besides, we need to have something impressive to show for our efforts when Void Knight comes calling.

>>2725005
>>2724997
What do you think of taking over the Ironclads? They have a pretty cool aesthetic and we already have an in to start climbing the ladder. Also a recent job opening.

>>2725022
No, we'll make our own gang with Knives and fight clubs

>>2725005
>Void knight shows up
>We're the Crime King of England

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So, how is the tinkertech black market in this universe? Will we be able to get our hands on some nice tinker knives? I want the Blades of Mercy

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Did you know him before he got his powers?
"A bit, we'd talked and played cards together but not much else. He was one of those quiet ones you know? Didn't really talk much, I wouldn't have expected any of what he did. He actually asked me to join his little group, said he'd give me powers if I did. I was already thinking about retiring though."

Could you teach me anything from your army days?
"I could, but I won't teach you how to fight. There's better ways of dealing with people. See I got some money, but the gangs'll never come after me. you know why? I'm an expensive surgeon that works for cheap, that makes me too important to piss off. Use your head, not your fists. You'll make more friends that way."
He stops and thinks for a second, before letting out a small chuckle.

"If you do have to fight though, cheat like a motherfucker. The best way to win a fistfight is to have all your friends with you and the best way to win a knife fight is with a rifle, from a very long way away."

It's at that point that the gathering quiets for a moment, several surprised noises come from the group as you turn to look at the new arrival.

It's the police officer from earlier, Wallace or something.
Your building is surrounded on all sides by other residences, standing in the centre of a horseshoe shaped array of housing with one small foot entrance. The police officer is standing at the entrance, somewhat awkwardly.

He's probably here for your court case, no doubt he's here to deliver the summons.
Wait and see what happens, he might just be having a look at where all the noise is coming from.
Ah shite, maybe you can sneak away before he spots you.
Something else

>>2725068
There isn't much of it, because there is not Toybox equivalent. You'd have to find someone to make stuff for you. Also yes, When thinking of tinkertech in this universe, think Bloodborne, Steampunk or Dieselpunk.

>>2725075
>He's probably here for your court case, no doubt he's here to deliver the summons.

Ain't no reason for him to connect us to Jack yet. Sneaking out would just make us look suspicious so lets go chat up the nice fellow.

>>2725098
Ditto

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>>2725075
Like this?

>>2725075
>He's probably here for your court case, no doubt he's here to deliver the summons.

>>2725130
That's what your cleaver looks like actually, just with a smaller hilt.

play it cool wins.
writing.

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>>2725164
What about this

I zoned out there, so I'm actually going to sleep. I'll pick it back up tomorrow.

>>2725182
That's a nice knife, but not tinkertech.
think stuff like Corvo's folding sword or the clockwork men from rise of legends.

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>>2725195

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>>2725195
Cool

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>>2725195
My favourite is this one

>>2725195
This is realistic, at least more realistic than mainstream Worm, in regards to powers so wouldn't tinker tech be really good weapons (sharper/stronger stuff) rather than clockpunk stuff

>>2725195
Also, are there going to be moleman/hollow Earth shenanigans/Victorian pseudoscience

Hey my dudes, anyone got the archives? I can't

>>2725418
It's just under Worm quest expect for one which is under Wrom quest

>>2725339
I wouldn't say it was more realistic, just at a lower power level on average.

Dragon still exists, and she's a clockwork robot.

>>2725347
You're goddamn right there will be.

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>>2725976
Nice, any hints for the future

Alright, I'm back.
writing.

You excuse yourself from the conversation and head over to the officer, putting on your best cheeky grin. He notices you and nods slightly before looking around with a neutral expression.

"It's good to see you in high spirits Mr Campbell."

"You know how it is sir, weather like this on a Sunday pretty much obligates a cookout. A beer in the sun does wonders for a man."

He nods again, the ghost of a smile appearing on his face for just a second. He looks around the courtyard, then leans in with a somewhat uncomfortable look.
Excuse me, but do you think we could talk in private? It's somewhat urgent and concerns your hearing.

You push back a sudden feeling of unease, fighting to keep the pleasant smile adorning your countenance.
"Yeah, alright."

You lead him inside and lean against a wall, the two of you standing in the hall.

"So what's going on detective?"

Firstly I'd like to officially serve your court summons, you're expected at the west street court at midday sharp next Friday.
He shuffles and purses his lips for a second.
He's trying to find a way of wording what comes next without scaring you. Or making you angry.

I know that you're Gifted, you got your powers when you fought your father, didn't you?

He seems to be waiting for some kind of response.

Stab him, stab him now.
Lie your ass off. You're not a Gifted, your mom had you tested.
So what?

>>2726821
>So what?
The dude sounds like a nice guy, let's not kill him unless he tries to threaten us

>>2726821
>So what?

>>2726821
>So what?
Maybe throw in a "thanks for being forward about this instead of going behind my back" and give him a big ol' smile?
Good thing I woke up on my own, but we're in real dead america hours so responses will be slow

>>2726821
>so what ?
we cant have one of the officers dealing with our dads death disappear around our house

So what, writing.

sorry, got distractied/ might be an hour or two.

>>2726908
Still alive there void?

>>2727598
Sorry, some stuff has come up. I should be on in two hours or so, work called.

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>>2728112
>I should be on in two hours or so
>3 hours ago
PANIC

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You don't think he's connected you and Jack, so you decide to play it cool.
"So what? It's not a crime. I'm not joining the Protectorate, I've got a family to look after."

"I understand, there's a lot of good reasons why you wouldn't want to work for them. Can you believe that the starting pay's worse than a constable's wage? Insane. That's not why I came here.

"Then what are you here for? Should I be expecting a gang visit? Am I in danger? What?"

Detective Wallis tilts his head from side to side, a sheepish grin on his face.
"Actually... kind of, yes. But not immediately. What I'm trying to say is, being Gifted is a very risky life. Just because you want to keep your head down and provide for your family doesn't mean that others will let you. I'm Gifted too, with my own reasons not to join the Protectorate. I've been keeping it a secret for some time, but I admit to feeling somewhat of an obligation to aid you."
The two of you are silent for a moment, he's waiting for a response and you don't quite know what to say. After a moment he takes your silence for confusion, and continues.

"I know you can't be making enough money from your butchery job to pay the rent, that means you have to have went out before now already. No doubt you've already struck against the gangs and you're clearly smart or powerful enough to have lived through it. You can't get complacent however, Vigilantes and heroic types who try and go it alone die nine times out of ten. Sooner or later some bugger with a gun will get a lucky shot in, an idea you ought to be familiar with. You need a mentor, and I need someone to keep thugs off my back while I preform the riskier investigations. There'll be good pay in it, I'm no miser... What do you say?"

Jack/Barnaby
Status: 100%
Money: $39 (-25 in five days time)
Jack:Intrigued, and very slightly amused.
Inventory: An old ratty coat, really nice steel toed work boots, chain gloves.
Switchblade and Cleaver.
[The Baron's Arms Surplus. Located. Sells antique rifles muskets and other forms of weaponry, including knives.]
[Andrew's butchery and Fishmonger's supplies. Sells Chainmail in addition to things like butchers hooks.]

"Could I have a bit more time to think it over, this is kind of a big thing to ask?"
"Sorry, That'd be too risky. I didn't get this money using my Gifts, All honest work."
"Sorry, I'd rather not partner with a copper I barely know."
"Can't you just have other coppers watch your back?"
"I don't need a partner"
"I already have a partner actually, so I ought to be alright."
"I'm interested, but not quite convinced, what would you actually have me do?"
"Yeah sure, Fuck it."
Another choice, another idea.

Sorry for the late post, I couldn't quite get this one to come out right. t b h i'm still not quite happy with it.

>>2729022
>"I'm interested, but not quite convinced, what would you actually have me do?"
...Would we be investigating the Ripper killings? Or is that a different officer I'm thinking of

>>2729022
>"I'm interested, but not quite convinced, what would you actually have me do?"
I don't have a write-in for this. We're low on info about this guy as it is.

>>2729060
That would be Officer Colin, i.e. 1888 Armsmaster

Just to clear up some confusion, this is in fact Detective Collin Wallis. I.E. Victorian Armsmaster.

>>2729096
>it's fucking Armsmaster right here in front of us
>he'll want to know what our power is, and he'll instantly know/suspect we're the Ripper even if we're as vague as possible about it
Wew fucking lad, time for the suffering train. I just hope Armsmaster is still in his pre-Defiant glory-hound phase enough to grudgingly accept us being the fucking Ripper, if it means he gets credit and gets shit done.

>>2729102
This wouldn't be Barnaby without an incredibly inconvenient Armsmaster.

>>2729022
>"I'm interested, but not quite convinced, what would you actually have me do?"

What do you actually want me to do?
writing

will sleep until tomorrow

>>2729412
Goodnight

>>2729412
Sleep tight

>>2729412
Dont die man

>>2729022
As much as I recoil from the idea of revealing ourselves and working with someone, I'm willing to bite this plot hook. I know how much of a pain in the ass uncooperative players are.

>>2729022
>i'm interested, what would you have me do ?
i don't think barnaby is a criminal and working toegther with armsmaster might help us redeem our name

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>>2731862
also
>I don't think Barnaby "If you're rich you go in a ditch" Campbell is a criminal
>Barnaby "Straight 'outta Arkham" Campbell
>Barnaby "If you can't handle the cleaver, get out the kitchen" Campbell
>Barnaby "Druggie Destroyer" Campbell

>>2731875
well we just helped the poor servants escape from the nobles and the girls forced into prostitution
can't help it if theres a little collateral damage we did it for the greater good tm

>>2731884
we are basically a mix between the usa in the middle east and duterte

On the one hand you're keenly aware of the fact that you've killed over sixty people now. You certainly feel no remorse for your actions, but still there's an element of risk in associating with the police that gives you pause. Yes you need the money, but there have to be less risky methods of acquiring the necessary funding to keep your house afloat. In the end, you reckon that it all comes down to what jobs you're actually expected to perform.

"I'm interested, but not convinced. What would you have me do exactly?"

"Well it depends somewhat on what you're willing to do and what your Gifts actually are. There are things that I can't do and places I can't go as a police officer. I'd be asking you to accompany me there "in costume" as it were and have my back. Giving me someone to bounce ideas off of would be useful as well."

He looks around, double checking that no one is listening before continuing.

"I have long harboured doubts concerning my superiors in the Protectorate and the constabulary, maybe even going all the way up to the government level. You've heard of the Ripper killings have you not? Ordinarily someone like him would have the Inquirers brought in to help catch the bastard, but all petitions for their aid have been denied... I think there's something terribly wrong going on here in Brockton, and Officer Wallis cannot do what must be done. If I could bring other police with me I would, but I don't know who to trust. I think there may even be corruption within the police, there were things in the mansion where the latest killing took place that were hidden from the public."

He looks around once more as he finishes, the party outside slowly dying down in the background. You don't even need your powers to see that he's clearly deeply uncomfortable.
"I need your help Barnaby, I swore an oath to protect this city and it's people, I can't trust my compatriots in the police but I can't do it alone either.
"And I'm running out of options.

What can you really say to something like that?
"I'm in, sounds important that someone does it."
"I'm in, long as you come through with payment."
"I'm sorry, that's a bit too risky. I'd like to keep all my insides Inside thank you very much.
"Too risky, and I don't give a shit about this city, it never cared for me.

>>2731952
>i'm in, sounds important
for the greater good !!

>>2731952
"I'm in, sounds important that someone does it."

I am game, but the question now is which power to tell him about?

>>2731952
>"I'm in, sounds important that someone does it."

>>2731952
>"I'm in, sounds important that someone does it."
Huh
this is gonna be really weird clusterfuck
and I love it

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>>2731957
easy, our non jack thinker power
we could be a fucking great interrogator

I NEED A HEROO
writing.

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You give it some thought, nodding slowly. Turning the idea over in your mind. Eventually you make your decision.

"Sure, if whatever's happening is that important then I ought to stick my hat in the ring. Sill looking for that pay though."

"Wonderful, and I assure you that you'll be duly recompensed for services rendered. Detectives are paid well and I have a sizable savings account, you'll not go unrewarded."

A sudden loud chuckle from outside seems to spook him, and he stops for a moment before reaching into a pocket and withdrawing a chunky device with what appears to be a grey brick with a black rubber stick coming out the top. He fiddles with it for a second before handing it to you.

"I really ought to get going or people might start asking questions. take this. It works like a telephone but needs neither power nor an operator. Just press the green button and it will send a signal to my one and let us talk, no matter how far away. If it starts to shake press the green button and hold it to your ear, the shaking means I'm trying to get in touch with you. I'll leave the discussion of our abilities for now, as you have an Occasion to get back to. I'll call you on the telephone when It's time for us to meet."

You take the strange telephone and place it in one of your coat's inside pockets, it's a bit uncomfortable there but you tend to only wear it when out and about anyway.

The two of you head outside and exchange goodbyes, he reiterates again that your court date is on the Friday and leaves somewhat hurriedly.
The rest of the afternoon continues without incident, a few people ask what it was about and you tell them that you just went over some details for your case, just to be on the safe side. A few hours later you head to bed, having thoroughly enjoyed your day off and optimistic for the future.

You awaken on the monday morning, not quite bright eyed or bushy tailed as unfortunately it's raining. Really pissing it down.
You put on a coat, say your goodbyes and head into work, navigating the wet cobbled streets.

D50+1
No DC.

Rolled 26 + 1 (1d50 + 1)

>>2732013

Rolled 5 + 1 (1d50 + 1)

>>2732013

Rolled 34 + 1 (1d50 + 1)

>>2732013
Off we go

He does well at meat cutting.
writing.

Sorry, fell asleep.
It's too bloody warm over here and I'm typing from my incredibly comfy bed, so it is difficult to keep my head in the game sometimes.

>>2732098
its cool my dude

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>>2731875
I bet pic related would be proud of us if he existed in-universe and he knew about all this.

You get into work without any trouble, narrowly avoiding a small brawl between one of the smaller gangs and the Ironclads. The rest of the day goes without incident, you get most of your work done fairly easily. You spend the day filling out orders and making sausages alternately.

You get out a bit later in the day, you had to help deliver an order to some toff. (No cannibalism this time though so it was markedly more pleasant.) It's about seven O'clock by the time you're changed and ready to head out.

Honestly you were kind of expecting Detective Wallis to have called you by now, but it appears not.
You check the papers too, and Mars still hasn't gotten back to you. Probably laying low after what happened.

Jack/Barnaby
Date: Monday 8th of May
Status:100%
Money: $41 -25 every Friday.
Jack:Asleep, you think. Or resting at least
Inventory: An old ratty coat, really nice steel toed work boots, chain gloves.
Switchblade and Cleaver.
The Hand Portable Telephone
[The Baron's Arms Surplus. Located. Sells antique rifles muskets and other forms of weaponry, including knives.]
[Andrew's butchery and Fishmonger's supplies. Sells Chainmail in addition to things like butchers hooks.]

Pop to the shops, you never know what you might find.
Have a look around town, for similar reasons.
Now seems like a good time to attack Boilerplate's Workshop.
You could actually do with some gear, visit the surplus store.
Maybe you could give the Detective a call?

thought I'd just get this bit over with, was stuck on it for a while. My grandpa always said the best way to beat writer's block was to just push through it.

>>2732189
>you could do with some gear, visit the surplus store
maybe we find something useful

You could actually do with some gear, visit the surplus store.

>>2732189
>You could actually do with some gear, visit the surplus store.

>>2732189
>You could actually do with some gear, visit the surplus store.

Toooooooooooo the army surplus store.
What are you looking for.
>Something useful, (completely random)
>A gun, to shoot with.
>A melee weapon, for more intimate violence.

>Something useful, (completely random)
lets take a chance

>>2732222
>Something useful

>>2732222
>>Something useful, (completely random)

>>2732222
>A gun, to shoot with
I think we need more ranged options

>>2732222
Jumping on the bandwagon
>Something useful, (completely random)

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Soon

Something useful.
Alright lads, roll me those D50's

Rolled 10 (1d50)

>>2732260

Rolled 10 (1d50)

>>2732260

Rolled 9 (1d50)

>>2732264
>>2732266
>>2732270

WHAT

>>2732264
>>2732266
>>2732270
amazing, guess we ain't getting shit

heh, writing.

>>2732275
Or it ill be something decent but stupidly overpriced

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Oh no...
I want it.

Jack...

Your partner appears to have noticed some sort of improvised Tinkerwrought wrist breaking device.

You've been sat in front of a row of pistols for the past five minutes, furiously debating with your inner demon over whether or not to buy the monstrosity before you. Unfortunately ever since spotting it its the only thing Jack cares about, you even tried looking at the rifles, but he'll have none of it.

It's a revolver that takes shotgun shells! Think of the possibilities little guy, use your imagination. Explosive rounds, buckshot, slugs...

It's thirty five bloody dollars just for the goddamn gun, we still have to buy shells afterwards.
He isn't even listening now, he's just gushing over the possibilities.

...Barbed wire, penny shrapnel, Incendiaries, actual slugs. God, have you ever imagined a more magnificent method of maiming?

You don't know how to make those.

You bet your arse I can, I just need the stuff for it.
You sigh, reading the price tag again and again in the hopes that somehow it could change the cost.

>Beauregard and Krider model 1879 Revolving Shotgun: 35$
"Currently the only one in existence" is written under it on a small plaque.

>Yeah sure, fuck it.
>Try and find something else that Jack might like.

You currently have 41$, and pay 25$ on friday.

>>2732275
Also, shopping isn't necessarily higher = better.

I NEED IT

>Yeah sure, fuck it.

>>2732323
>try and find something else
let's look around the shop for a bit, but i we fidn nothing else we take it we can easily make the money back till friday
>>2732328
alright, i thought higher roll meant special shit

>>2732323
>>Try and find something else that Jack might like.

>>2732323
>Try and find something else that Jack might like.

>>2732323
>Yeah sure, fuck it.
If we don't have 25$ by Friday we could just ask Mars or Collin for some borrowed money right?

>>2732350
We don't have any way to contact Mars

Alright, trying to find something else, but keeping Jack's crush in mind.

Roll me some D50's lads.
DC:25

Rolled 45 (1d50)

>>2732365

Rolled 11 (1d50)

>>2732365
nice this gon be easy
>>2732368
based roll

Rolled 41 (1d50)

>>2732365

gonna need three rolls guys, best of three.

So you managed to find something.
Roll me another set of D50's straight this time.

Basically how this works is I have an unsorted list of guns, some of them are regular and period appropriate, some of them are steampunky monstrosities.

Rolled 24 (1d50)

>>2732391

Rolled 42 (1d50)

>>2732391

>>2732391
I take your three rolls and put them together to see what you've got.

Rolled 8 (1d50)

>>2732391

74
writing.

>>2732254
>Buying an Apache pistol
>Worthless beyond 1mm

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You tear yourself away from the display and continue looking about, delving into the darkness of the store's rear. It might just be your imagination, but this place seems much larger on the inside than it does on the outside. The shelves seem to go on forever, and you get lost several times when you turn a corner and suddenly find yourself gazing up at an entirely new array of uniforms, rifles, knives and swords that seem totally disconnected from what was just on the racks.

You swear that you can hear a chuckle from the front, and then you turn the corner once again.

In front of you is a short rifle, more like a carbine. It has a short magazine and has what looks life half of a set of binoculars strapped to the top. Other than that, you have no idea what it actually is.

What is that?

And apparently, neither does Jack.

It's bolt action like a Lebel, but a different style. Fuck me, I thought I knew everything about guns.

It's kept in a glass display case, unlike the others. The case itself has a small keyhole at the bottom, but you can't see any mechanisms for actually opening it.

If interested in buying, please inquire at the counter.

Well, it's clearly fucking labeled. head to the counter.
Nah, this smells like some flavour of bullshit. Time to leave.
Maybe you ought to just go with the revolver.

>>2732435
>Well, it's clearly fucking labeled. head to the counter.

>>2732435
>Well, it's clearly fucking labeled. head to the counter.

>>2732435
>well, it's clearly labeled

>>2732435
Nice Enfield
>Head to the counter, at least ask about the gun

Rolled 23 + 5 (1d50 + 5)

How much is that rifle in the window?
Ignore this roll.

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???:DC30

You look around, walking back through the unfamiliar aisles as you find your way back to the front. It takes an unnervingly long time, but you eventually slide your way between two mannequins. (Were they there before?) and push your way though to the counter. The usual clerk, a burly older man isn't there anymore, having been replaced by a taller man, wearing strange foreign garb with dark skin.

Seems legit, you can totally trust this man.

"Hello sir, I'm here to inquire about-"

"The rifle in the display case. Yes, of course or... wait no, that's someone else."
He stops and turns to the side, mumbling quietly to himself.
"Taller, but strikingly similar, maybe related?"
You open your mouth to get his attention, but he turns back to you
"You're after the revolver..? No, no it is the rifle isn't it. Isn't it, you can't possibly be after both."

...The Rifle?
...The Revolver... Shotgun... Thing?

>>2732475
>...The Rifle?

>>2732475
>Raifu
What you talking about

>>2732475
The revolver is a bit much, we still need to see is our weapon skill applies to guns

>>2732475
>. ..The Revolver... Shotgun... Thing?

>>2732475
>...The Rifle?

asking the sketchy man about the rifle.
writing.

you can't possibly be after both."
FUCK YOU I WANT BOTH

>>2732531
you can never have too much dakka

>>2732531
well we don't have that much money
also it might look kinda suspicious if we walk around like we are about to start a war

>>2731971
We'd be an amazing intelligence agent with amazing interrogation skills and excellent combat abilities

>>2732013
Wait, did he use his tinker powers to make a cell phone 100 years before one's invented

>>2732551
Actually it's a radio.

So basically this whole entire shop filled with endless weapons and cool gear is actually a labyrinth or a space-warped location, managed by some Asian samurai dude that can psychically tell what the people browsing his store want, and he conjures the items up for them as they explore the place.

Cool shit.

>>2732564
Still cool. Are there any Gifted that produce radio waves as a byproduct of their powers cause now we have a tracking device

>>2732572
The store's not going to be there tomorrow

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"...The Rifle, at least to ask about it. I'm interested, but I'd like to know how much it costs first."

He shrugs at that, looking a bit confused.
"Didn't it say on the rack, i label all of my products very carefully."

"Yeah, it said to inquire at the desk."

"Hmmm. Well it doesn't exist yet, so that's definitely going to mean a markup. And I can't sell it to you for nothing like I usually would."

You balk at that and tell him rather firmly that he's always charged you before, he interrupts you partway through however.
"Do you know what currency we're using?"
It's strange how questions that should have obvious answers almost always seem to cause pangs of doubt and confusion.
"Should be dollars, I... I think.Not my soul.
You decided to throw that last bit in just to be careful.

"Oh, then I suppose I'll put it at uh. Thirty dollars for the rifle and half a dollar for every round used."

"You mean every round?"

"Only if you want to pay up front."

>I'll take the rifle and ten rounds (-35$)
>I'll take the rifle and twenty rounds. (-40$)
>I'll just take the rifle for now, i can find ammunition elsewhere.(30$)
Something else?

>>2732640
>>I'll take the rifle and ten rounds (-35$)

>>2732640
>I'll take the rifle and ten rounds

>>2732640
>i'll take the rifle and twenty rounds
go big or go home

>>2732653
+1. I wonder what sort of mileage we can get out of this thing.
>>2732640
>pic name
So that's what his sentiments are.

>>2732640
>>I'll take the rifle and twenty rounds. (-40$)
>>2732650
changing this

alright, guess you're leaving yourself with a single dollar left then.
writing.

Well shit, nobody thought about the fact that we ain't gonna find cartridges for a gun that DOESN'T EXIST YET.

We dun goofed, lads. The revolver would be a far better choice, since Jack could make our own rounds, and we ended up spending a metric fuckton of cash on a gun we do not know a thing about.

Didn't Arcane and Colin speculate on the Ripper being an entire group rather than just Barnaby? If we use this rifle, it's probably going to make them think even further along these lines.

>>2732929
damn i actually missed that would have been useful

>>2732640
>Ill take the Revolver shotgun thing?

>>2732929
>Enfield wasn't made yet
>Fuck
Well, time for a serial mugging

>>2732640
Is Barns/Jack handsome, at least for this time period

You think on it for a second before handing over fourty dollars to the shop... clerk? He reaches down behind the counter and pulls out small box, along with the rifle from earlier.

"Here you are, good as new. Four clips of five rounds each and one magazine. Take good care of it, it'll rust like anything else if you aren't careful."

"Uh, yeah. I will.

"Have a very good day sir."

He's got a friendly smile on his face as you turn with your prize, the rifle placed in a conveniently presented cloth wrap for transportation. You slowly head out the front door, wary for any tricks or traps. Something changed in there, and whatever it is sets your hackles up.

Once you step outside, your telephone begins vibrating and shaking in your pocket. It's a bit awkward juggling rifle, brick machine and the box with ammunition in but eventually you manage. You press the appropriate button and are rewarded with a very loud detective.

"HELLO! HELLO! ARE YOU ALRIGHT! I HAVE BEEN-"

"Christ man, speak a little louder eh? The folk in France can't quite hear... How do I turn this thing down?"

"My apologies, I was too close to the receiver. I have been attempting to contact you for a good half hour now. You were not answering."

"Sorry, I was doing something important. What were you looking for?"

"I have become aware recently of a potential lead for my investigation. I was wondering if you'd come along. Are you busy now?"

Well are you?
Nah, I just got to drop something off.
Sorry, i have something to do. You kind of called at a bad time.

>>2732929
The revolver would've been better but the rifle isn't a complete waste. It opens up a whole new world of long-range death that we would've been wasted at before. Makes us a more effective lone operator though with how expensive the bullets are, we need to pick our targets carefully.

>>2732660
Any chance Jack can figure out how to produce these bullets?

>>2733103
>Nah, I just got to drop something off.

>>2733103
Nah, I just got to drop something off.

>>2732935
This is correct.
>>2733054
>anon is going to try and bully the Lee Enfield no.4 into widespread production.
>>2733066
Barnaby is always kind of handsome, no matter what situation he is in.
In other universes people would call it a gift.
>>2733104
Maybe, he certainly understands the concept of smokeless rifle powder. And he does know how to reload with spent brass.

>>2733103
>Nah, I just got to drop something off.

>>2733103
>Nah, I just got to drop something off.
The real question now is how the hell we're gonna justify/hide this from our family.

>>2733120
Colin is going to want to know our gift before we actually get working. Is he going to be fine with us revealing our innate skill with weapons and figuring out people's weaknesses or is he going to suspect more?

>>2733150
I know, and he might suspect more depending on how you act but that's up to you.

>Nah I just have something to drop off.
writing.

>>2733150
>>2733156
maybe he will be atleast willing to ghear us out on the killings if we prove we are actually a good guy before so we should not tell him were jack

>>2733150
We should stick to saying that we know people's weaknesses and possibly neglect to mention our mutual friend Jack.
>>2733120
Is jack good with all weapons or just CQB

>>2733164
You know he's good at standard melee weaponry, you know he's good at throwing and he certainly knows a lot about guns, even ones you've never seen before. The problem here is that Barnaby knows almost nothing about guns, so he can't really tell how much Jack knows. Y'know?

>>2733150
We've had a bunch of witnesses who believe us to be an 8 ft. tall monstrosity of a man so there's that discrepancy to work out. Besides, innate skill with weapons is actually part of Jack's skillset, right? Not ours. No offensive capabilities otherwise with our detection ability.

>>2733172
I guess it's time for target shooting and if it turns out good, we'll pull some Lee Harvey Oswald type shit

You start to walk home as Colin describes the situation, you can hear papers moving and drawers being opened and shut in the background so you assume he's checking files or papers of some kind as he speaks.
"There's evidence of tampering with police records, funding that goes nowhere. or to divisions and subdivisions that don't exist. There's a partially constructed police building on the corner of seventh and Wilson that never got finished but is still on the records, whoever's been doing this is sending all the money there, at least on paper. I need to get my hands on the original files, the ones stored in the City's Hall of Records. They're converted into print, so I'll actually be able to read the name on the damn files."
You hear him muttering to himself as he drops something heavy on a table or desk.
"Whoever decided to demand cursive signatures from men who can barely write is a moron... wait, you know how to write don't you Barnaby?"

"Yeah, I mean... Sometimes I forget capital letters but i can read perfectly fine."

"It's a damn shame, but better than most. And it's reassuring to he- Ah, wonderful."

You unlock the front door, whispering so as not to alert your sleeping family.
"What?"

"I've got the form we're looking for. It should be in the main building. Meet me outside City Hall. I'll be on the rooftop opposite the main building."

"Wait, are we breaking in?"

"Of course, the conspiracy cannot know of our involvement."

Fuck yeah!
Bloody hell. His voice cuts off after that, kind of rude honestly.

Who cares, I get to watch you put my lessons into effect.

What lessons?
Jack is silent, but you are communicated the idea of a winking eye and cheeky grin. Right, of course.

You're halfway through changing into your Ripper disguise when realisation hits.
You can't go out wearing your old getup, not while you're working with Colin.

What are you going to wear?
>Your Sunday best. A full, if patched blue suit and top hat covers most of you. Your chain gloves provide hand protection.
>Get rid of the Jacket and hat. Shirt and waistcoat will allow for freedom of movement at the expense of layers.
>use your Jack longcoat.
>Any other reasonable suggestion.
and
>A red neckerchief and top hat both cover your face, you could do better, but not on such short notice.
>A plaid worker's cap will have to suffice. It shadows your face well, and allows you to breathe much easier.
>Maybe you could ask Colin for a mask, you don't really have anything to use.
>any other reasonable suggestion.

What are you bringing?
>Switchblade
>Cleaver.
>Rifle.