1. What is your greatest strength?

>A Social animal. I can charm anyone, or scare the crap out of ‘em just as easy. I’ve not been to a party that I wasn’t the life of, and my little black book is stuffed cover to cover.

>B Physically fit. That guy on the gym either woman are totally disgusted by or insanely into? Every man envy’s? That’s me, doing dead drops that make everyone’s mouth drop.

>A Smartiepants. Harvard? Yale? Oxford? Tokyo University? All of em’ have been sending recuriters to my house since I was twelve


2. What is your greatest weakness?

>A Nerd. I browse 4chan or Reddit or Twitter and can’t stop talking about my animes or videos games or whatever. My mouth turns into cotton when I see a pretty girl or guy or both

>B Weakling. I’ve never been to or at a Gym in my entire life. I don’t know what a bench press is and I’ve never been picked first on any sports team when playing in the backyards or parks

>C Dimwit- I don’t have booksmarts and even fewer street smarts. I graduated highschool with a D and C average and I don’t have the excuse of not paying attention.


3. What’s your Gender?

A-Male

B-Female

>>2853077
>A Social animal. I can charm anyone, or scare the crap out of ‘em just as easy. I’ve not been to a party that I wasn’t the life of, and my little black book is stuffed cover to cover.
>B Weakling. I’ve never been to or at a Gym in my entire life. I don’t know what a bench press is and I’ve never been picked first on any sports team when playing in the backyards or parks
>Female

Since this is an OG thread and this is character generation, going to keep this up for awhile

>>2853077
B
A
Male

>>2853077
>>A Social animal. I can charm anyone, or scare the crap out of ‘em just as easy. I’ve not been to a party that I wasn’t the life of, and my little black book is stuffed cover to cover.
>>B Weakling. I’ve never been to or at a Gym in my entire life. I don’t know what a bench press is and I’ve never been picked first on any sports team when playing in the backyards or parks
>>Female

>>2853077
>B
>D
>A

>>2853119
>B Physically fit. That guy on the gym either woman are totally disgusted by or insanely into? Every man envy’s? That’s me, doing dead drops that
>A Nerd. I browse 4chan or Reddit or Twitter and can’t stop talking about my animes or videos games or whatever. My mouth turns into cotton when I see a pretty girl or guy or both make everyone’s mouth drop.
A-Male

>>2853077
>>A Smartiepants. Harvard? Yale? Oxford? Tokyo University? All of em’ have been sending recuriters to my house since I was twelve
>B Weakling. I’ve never been to or at a Gym in my entire life. I don’t know what a bench press is and I’ve never been picked first on any sports team when playing in the backyards or parks

IDC about gender. Roll for it if it's draw.

>>2853077
B
A
Male

>>2853077
B
A
Male

>>2853077
>B
>A
>Male

>>2853077
>A Smartiepants. Harvard? Yale? Oxford? Tokyo University? All of em’ have been sending recuriters to my house since I was twelve

>C Dimwit- I don’t have booksmarts and even fewer street smarts. I graduated highschool with a D and C average and I don’t have the excuse of not paying attention.

B-Female

Cute idiot savant grill.

>>2853077
A
B
Female

>>2853077
>B
>A
Male

>>2853157
+1

>>2853119
>>2853129
>>2853131
>>2853140
>>2853145
>>2853152
>>2853189

>A Went into work at office. It was a Tuesday, and I work for Fenris Arms. Some kid shoot up a movie theater yesterday and now they’re on full damage control. I’m to avoid the press at all costs, I might have to telecommute to work for the next couple of weeks.

>B Went into lockeroom with Bears. It was Monday Night Football bitch. I’m a fucking lineback and I got three blitzes yesterday and an interception. I’m Chicago’s favorite son, but if the cheap bastards running the show don’t bump up my contract by at least five million dollars I’m going to Settle as soon as the season’s over.

>C Went into my PI Office: I tailed another cheating wife husband today. Spent five hours in my Ford, eating fast food so bad for me it’s going to take at least three trips to the gym to work off the calories. Weird thing is that the John Doe whom the wife is banging is the same guy as last time.

>D Went to the temple: Same thing as I do everyday. I’m involved pretty deeply with one of the local cults. I’m somewhere between a priest and a spiritual leader. I just- I just wish there was more I could do. I see all the trouble in my community and… well, it’s enough to test anyone. I don't want people to see that, obviously, but-

>E Went to school: I’m studying of my doctorate. It’s a mix of history, divinity and computer science. It’s- super complicated, but I think I’m able to make it work. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to convince the school to give me the funding that I need to actually finish this project but I’m looking to see if I can merge mythic understanding with new theoretical physics discoveries...

>F Bodyguard Duty. I’m a bodyguard and security consultant. Sometimes it’s me casing a joint to find out where someone would break in from, if someone were to do such a terrible thing. Other times it’s me trying to stop a literal Valkyrie from getting shitfaced and destroying a nightclub; those girls can fuckin' drink. Every night is different, though. Man, have I seen some shady shit... To be fair, I've also done some shady shit, so I'm not gonna sit in judgment.

>G Haunted and Divine Chicago Tour Guide I own my own bus and go around town to all the big haunted houses and murder spots, as well as the ‘heroic’ or divine events that went down in Chicago proper over it’s entire history. I’m the first guy who combined both aspects into a single tour, because I was the firs to realize a crowd wants to hear both the good and bad weird of a city.

>H Cop on the Aztec Killer Case: My first case since getting my Homicide position and it’s a dozy. The killer has been active for five years now and has just gone active again, killing some college girl learning nursing a week ago. Of course, what I’m really doing is getting coffee but this can be chance to launch an extremely big career here or even in the FBI

>>2853231
Blah,

1.) What is your line of work

>>2853231
>>2853231
>>E Went to school: I’m studying of my doctorate. It’s a mix of history, divinity and computer science. It’s- super complicated, but I think I’m able to make it work. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to convince the school to give me the funding that I need to actually finish this project but I’m looking to see if I can merge mythic understanding with new theoretical physics discoveries...

We're a broke student just trying to avoid our debt being meaningless.

>>2853231
>G

>>2853231
>>H Cop on the Aztec Killer Case: My first case since getting my Homicide position and it’s a dozy. The killer has been active for five years now and has just gone active again, killing some college girl learning nursing a week ago. Of course, what I’m really doing is getting coffee but this can be chance to launch an extremely big career here or even in the FBI

>>2853231
>>D Went to the temple: Same thing as I do everyday. I’m involved pretty deeply with one of the local cults. I’m somewhere between a priest and a spiritual leader. I just- I just wish there was more I could do. I see all the trouble in my community and… well, it’s enough to test anyone. I don't want people to see that, obviously, but-
Insane cult leader sounds fun

>>2853231
>>E Went to school: I’m studying of my doctorate. It’s a mix of history, divinity and computer science. It’s- super complicated, but I think I’m able to make it work. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to convince the school to give me the funding that I need to actually finish this project but I’m looking to see if I can merge mythic understanding with new theoretical physics discoveries...

>>2853281
>>2853238

We got a tiebreaker, but obviously this is character gen so I'm going to keep it open for another fifteen or so minutes

>>2853286
>>E Went to school: I’m studying of my doctorate. It’s a mix of history, divinity and computer science. It’s- super complicated, but I think I’m able to make it work. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to convince the school to give me the funding that I need to actually finish this project but I’m looking to see if I can merge mythic understanding with new theoretical physics discoveries...

>>2853231
>>H Cop on the Aztec Killer Case: My first case since getting my Homicide position and it’s a dozy. The killer has been active for five years now and has just gone active again, killing some college girl learning nursing a week ago. Of course, what I’m really doing is getting coffee but this can be chance to launch an extremely big career here or even in the FBI

>>2853238
>>2853281
>>2853295

2.) What Gods are interested you

Æsir — The Norse Gods of Scandinavia, an uneasy marriage of a warlike pantheon and an agricultural pantheon, both waiting for the final battle that will end the World.

Devá —The Hindu and Vedic Gods of India, powerful and ancient beings who stand astride this World and many others.

Kami—The Japanese Gods, concealing deep passions and fierce rivalries beneath calm faces and subtle movements.

Manitou — The Native Gods of the Algonquian people, who have suffered much in the diaspora of their people but never lost their own sense of righteousness.

Netjer— The Egyptian Gods, eternal yet mutable, watching over a people not truly their own any longer.

Òrìshà — The Yoruban Gods, the African Gods who transformed themselves during the transatlantic slave trade, and also encompassing a sub-pantheon of Voudoun deities called the Loa. Huge in the South and Louisiana in particular

Shén — The Chinese Gods, a truly massive group of deities organized into a grand Celestial Bureaucracy.

Teōtl — The Aztec Gods of the Mexica, who sacrifice greatly for their people and receive sacrifice in return.

Theoi — The Greek and Roman Gods, noble lineages existing in one big (some would say titanic) family.

Tuatha Dé Danann — The Irish Gods, fierce in their honor and passionate in their art, descendants of ancient divine refugees.


1. What's our name, what do we look like?

>Write in


Stat array, this is for your attributes. Choose by priority voting, Your a brainy and somewhat brainy guy, who isn’t any good at parties...but how do you approach life

>A Power (Intelligence, Might, Presence)
>B Finesse (Cunning, Dexterity, Manipulation)
>C Resistance (Resolve, Stamina, Composure)

>>2853390
This is the last character generation thing and I put the first two in opposite way around somehow.

>>2853390
>Æsir — The Norse Gods of Scandinavia, an uneasy marriage of a warlike pantheon and an agricultural pantheon, both waiting for the final battle that will end the World.
>A Power (Intelligence, Might, Presence)

>>2853390
>Æsir — The Norse Gods of Scandinavia, an uneasy marriage of a warlike pantheon and an agricultural pantheon, both waiting for the final battle that will end the World.


>C Resistance (Resolve, Stamina, Composure)

>>2853390
>Kami—The Japanese Gods, concealing deep passions and fierce rivalries beneath calm faces and subtle movements.
B Finesse (Cunning, Dexterity, Manipulation)

>>2853402
This.

Also need a name and general appearance (if you want)

>>2853444
Louis Smith. Tall, brown haired, a little on the pale side.

>>2853444
Name: Brad Gordon
Race: White
Hair: Dark Blonde
Eyes: Icy Green
Build:Tall and Stocky

Thick dick and big balls

>>2853475
+1

>>2853475
>>2853480
okay

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>>2853390
>Æsir — The Norse Gods of Scandinavia, an uneasy marriage of a warlike pantheon and an agricultural pantheon, both waiting for the final battle that will end the World.

Haraldr Ericson
Appearance in the picture.

>>2853494
Looks a little like Chris Jericho. I'll back it, Brad is meh.

>>2853475
This

>>2853494
Hell yeah

Character Sheet

Scion: Haraldr Ericson Character Sheet

Path: Origin Gutter Rat; Role Path God Partial Physicist, Pantheon Path:????

Knacks: Presence of Magic, Aura of Greatness, Palace of Memory

Calling: Sage 1

Attributes:
Power: Intellect 5, Might 5, Presence 4
Finesse: Cunning: 2; Dexterity: 3; Manipulation 1
Resistance: Resolve 3; Stamina: 4; Composure: 3

Skills: Academics 3; Athletics 5 (Weightlifting), Close Combat 4 (Street Fighting), Occult 4 (Norse Mythology), Science 5 (Physics), Culture 3. Survival: 1

>>2853576
OP why you go with Haraldr Ericson
If Brad Gordon has more votes

>>2853576
Cool.
>>2853579
Brad sounds lame. Two first names? Meh.

I'd be cool with changing the last name to Ericson.

>>2853594
>>2853579
I'll split the difference, Brad Ericson.

Sorry but otherwise it sounded too Superheroy. Already doing a Superhero game

>>2853602
Still going with>>2853494 that appearance though?

>>2853602
Go with Brad Appearance since that's why I voted for it.

>>2853608
>>2853612
Alright, but I imagine that being the build if not the haircut and style.

Bonus if anyone could find a pic

You awake with a pounding headache and a feeling in the back of your throat like you're about to be sick. Recent memories of a dream begin to fade away into the mists of wakefulness. An errant and unintentional movement of the left arm causes a clatter of Pabst Blue Ribbon cans to fall from the top of your trusty Ikea onto the hardwood floor below. They were, thankfully, empty. There were a lot of empties and you could probably do with cleaning the place up. You swallow hard and take a deep breath in, eyes scrunched up and adjusting to the light coming in through the window. A crick in your neck and an ache in your lower back gave you a reminder that even as you were just entering your mid twenties, the ability to get a good nights sleep at your desk was starting to escape you.

At some point you must have nudged your computer out of its screensaver, the black mirror replaced with a vibrant blue 'fuck you.' Another error message on another virtual machine running somewhere in the cloud. You paid by data transfer, not by calculation rate or by time used. One of the perks available to students through the University of Chicago, but it didn't matter if the data being back down to you either made no sense or didn't even boot properly. You sniff, half waking up and lean back in the crooked leather office chair. It'd been with you for a few years, picked up for cheap from when the chiropractors in the building next door went bankrupt. The padding in the seat wasn't great but, hey, the price was right. Speaking of price, there's enough money you didn’t need any for Amtrak, your card being good another three months at least. You also had enough to go out for two meals and a beer with friends, but between your loans and rent...you’d be broke until payday Monday.

Your phone goes off. You reach for it, and almost regret it. Jim from Hercules Fitness was sick and your boss Kim wanted you in for a shift; your professor Arnold Weissman wanted to go over your recent notes you sent him this weekend, over cofee. Fuck

>Go to Hercules Fitness

>Go meet Professor Weissman

>Fuck it, get some breakfast and then deal with this

>Write in

>>2853625
>>Go meet Professor Weissman
Also the picture for Brad would be generic Aryan.

>>2853625
>>Go to Hercules Fitness
Text the Prof, see if we can meet him later. Doesn't sound super urgent.

>>2853625
>>Go meet Professor Weissman

Glancing out the window again, you couldn't help but notice that there were three cop cars down there. That wasn't really something that tended to happen for someone that knocked over a place, or them showing up after the fact to ask some questions. Three cars seemed pretty serious. There were a few officers standing around, looking concerned. One was by their car, talking into a radio. Two others near their vehicle looking nervously over at the glass door on the front of the convenience store, pump action shotguns heavy in their hands. The store had already been opened for some time, Chicago like most major cities didn’t really sleep.

You frown and shrug before texting Weissman that you could see him in an hour. You get off your almost moldy desk chair you were dumb enough to fall asleep in and go to the kitchen. You grab a fresh, bright red apple and open the fridge to pull out some protein drink with some muscleman smaller than you flexing on it. You crunch down on the apple, going at it like a beaver, throwing the core into a trash with one looping throw when you were done. You were more ambivalent about the drink, you don’t think anyone actually liked these things. Afterwards you hop into the shower for ten minutes, before throwing a day’s old Persona 4 T-Shirt and jeans; you grab your running shoes you left by the front door and pick up the umbrella hung right above it and start heading out. 67% percent chance of perpetuation in Chicago meant 100%. The hallways corridors outside your apartment were still a clean, crisp grass green. Four cop families lived in the apartment building and obviously no kids were dumb enough to tag this place because of it.

When you get onto the street from the front entrance, as it allowed easier access to coffee shop just four blocks away, the cops were still there.

>>2853743
Now that you're on the ground and not having to peer through a small window, you're able to get a better sense of what's going on. The convenience store still looks open even if the cops look like they're attempting to handle a situation that could pretty rapidly spiral out of their control. There's a pair of Toyotas and Kias parked up in the front of the building - whatever's going on in there probably has bystanders. You know that there's a route around the back of the building into the supply entrance. Odds are there's cops back there too. There's a roof access that you saw them trying to get an air-conditioning unit in through once upon a time and it's pretty unlikely that anyone's going to be up there.

In the middle of the cop cars you see Robby sitting in the driver seat, eyes burrowing a hole in the middle of the 7-11. The two of you grow up together in the project, and he was the only one othyer kids to get out of there without being put in jail or a body-bag. You got a beer with him, maybe every other week.

It feels pretty tense but... It's hard to say exactly why, but you get the feeling you can help here. You can make a difference. A little voice in the back of your head urges you forwards.

What does it say?

> Go talk to Robby. He might know more of what's going on here.

> See if you could find the officer in charge. You know the layout of the store and could help.

>You bet that backdoor is unlocked. You could probably go in there and sort this shit out. You'd need to sneak around there but... Hey, it could work.

>Write in

>>2853745
>> Go talk to Robby. He might know more of what's going on here.

>>2853745
>> Go talk to Robby. He might know more of what's going on here.
Then.
>> See if you could find the officer in charge. You know the layout of the store and could help.

>>2853745
>> Go talk to Robby. He might know more of what's going on here.

You walk over to Robby’s car, waving your ham sized fist so high and frequently, it would be almost impossible for him to ignore it. “Hey, Robby’s what’s going on. Robbery?”

“Nah, we got something a little more serious than that.” Robby says in a thick south-side accent. You were tall at 6’4, but Robby towered over even you...though he was lanky. With the thick Afro on his head, it was liking talking a mobile tree sometimes. Thankfully he was sitting down “Some dude named Dante Milton in there just filled up his tank and then on some whim walked over to some family and shotgunned all of them point blank. Four dead, and hostages taken. Fuckin’ psycho is claiming he wasn’t in control of his body or the voices told him to do it or some similar line of bullshit.”
“Damn,” you say wiping your forehead.

“Damn is right,” Robby says, grabbing the mic. “Now please get out of here.”

>Try to convince him to let you help

>Go look at Milton’s car by the gas pump.

>Try to find the officer in charge and try convincing him you can help

>Sneak in through the backdoor

>Write in

>>2853831
>>Go look at Milton’s car by the gas pump.

>>2853831
>>Go look at Milton’s car by the gas pump.

>>2853831
>>Go look at Milton’s car by the gas pump.

>Go look at Miltons car

>>2853840
>>2853843
>>2853851
>>2853879
>Roll 9d10 (Intellect+Occult)

Rolled 10, 7, 1, 10, 5, 10, 3, 7, 1 = 54 (9d10)

>>2853894

Rolled 3, 6, 7, 8, 10, 8, 6, 10, 3 = 61 (9d10)

>>2853894

Rolled 10, 2, 8, 2, 5, 2, 9, 2, 9 = 49 (9d10)

>>2853894

>>2853902
You got two tens, roll 2d10

Rolled 4, 7, 9 = 20 (3d10)

>>2853901
gonna roll for my 3 10s too

Rolled 6, 3 = 9 (2d10)

>>2853916

Rolled 2, 9 = 11 (2d10)

>>2853916

>>2853923
Target Number 8, 5 successes.

Rolled 1, 5 = 6 (2d10)

>>2853916

Rolled 3, 9 = 12 (2d10)

>>2853916

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“My sixth sense is acting up like crazy, man.” You say, pointing your head. “You remember from when we were kids, the damn thing is never wrong. I’m going to check out Milton’s car.”

“I didn’t hear that!” Robby yells, covering something on his dark blue over shirt. “But if you do find something tell Lt. Walters over to the left.”

It doesn’t take much to sneak past all the cops, they’re eyes were glued to the convenience store entrance and what was going on inside. While they watched Dante run back and forth, ranting and waving his gun everywhere, it was easy to peer through his rusty, old white and now brown van. The window was down and you stick your head through.

Inside was a bunch of Monster energy drinks, McDonald's bags filled with forgotten half eaten burgers and old containers of fries, and some scattered clothes. You look a little closer, and see a large dark blue, almost translate bottle dotted with tribal marking and cross like patterns that almost looked like blossoming flowers.

A Zombie Astral bottle, one completely cracked open, probably from a bump. The skull lid seemed to be grimacing at you menacingly. Bokor’s had the habit of selling the souls of other humans to paying customers, the souls offering what was their specialty in life or just luck or spiritual protection. Actual Vodoun or Vodoo Houngans, Doctors, Queens, or Mambos would never do it for both the moral implications and for situations similar to what just happened right now.

It was still odd that the zombie soul that broke out would take it out on a random family, and not the man who enslaved or bought them. Still simple salt would be enough to entirely disarm the guy.

>Go tell Lt. Walters

>Sneak in and pour salt on Dante yourself

>Call a lawyer, Dante is going to need it and he’s not entirely responsible for what happened.

>Google on any Bokor’s in Chicago who offer this service.

>Write in

>>2853986
>>Go tell Lt. Walters
Bring him the bottle.

>>2853986
>>Go tell Lt. Walters
If he needs help, back them up. We seem to be good with spooky shit.

>>2853986
>>Go tell Lt. Walters

You quickly dash over to a squat, but tough looking tan man with a man of red hair. “Wait, don’t go in there. You had good eyes and could read his name tag from here. Whatever you don’t go in there, he’s possessed.”

“Shit,” Lt. Walters says. “You got any proof.”

You hand over the vase like bottle to Walters, who just looks confused. “It’s a vessel for a zombie astral. Bokor, or sorcerers of Vodun or Voodoo sell them for good luck charms. His must have broken on accident and the spirit went free.”

The cop breathes a sigh of relief. “So it was something he bought right? Then in the great state of Illinois he’s legally liable son. If this was just something random that happened to him or he was cursed that would be one thing, but he asked for this. Buyer beware.”

“Alright then, have fun taking him down with shotguns and pistols,” you respond. “Dante isn’t completely alive any more. He’s a mere puppet, and like a puppet the spirit that’s controlling him doesn’t need his liver or lungs or other vital organs.”

“Shit,” Walters repeats, looking back towards the 7-11. “So what do we do?”

>End

See you tom at 5 or 4 pm

Thoughts?

>>2854180
I liked it, good job qm

>>2854180
Just read through it all. I like your style a lot, I hope you keep this up.

game on in about an hour

>Let me go in, I’ll force feed him salt and end this

>Let me go in, I’ll distract him while your men pin him down and force feed him salt.

>Tell them to wait and call in SWAT

>Tell them to call in the CPD’s mythic expert

>Write in

>>2856569
>>Let me go in, I’ll force feed him salt and end this

“Let me go in, I can banish the zombie astral,” You say, a little proudly to be honest.

“How?” Lt Walters asked, his hand no longer by the hostler in astonishment.

You almost wince, “Salt. Salt has the curative and spiritual properties to banish spirits in many religions, one of which is Voodoo or Vodoun.”

Lt. Walters frowns and looks around. He looks like a man who hasn’t a regret or second thought about anything for years, and was now about to throw up from a panic attack. “You’re an expert, right?”

“Yes, I’m a PHD in the subject.” You say, not bothering to get overly specifics like you normally would.

“Fine, just be careful. You get killed, your family is going to jack shit kid.” Lt. Walters says, shaking you away, eyes back to the 7-11.

>Go Through the back

>Go through the front

>>2856581
>Go Through the back

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You walk around the pile and crowd of police cars and onlookers, heading straight towards the back. A couple of trash containers attract enough flies to cover your light foot steps, Odin knows everyone is too busy watching the front of the damn convenience store to actually see you enter from in back. Your hand touches the brownish grey handle, and feel it light turn with your hands gesture. You had been here enough to know the manager would never lock it on an intellectual level, but it was good to know it wasn’t a mere guess.

You crouch down and don’t let your hand go until the door is entirely closed. A couple of racks where down, making one part of the floor a sea of various colored bags of flavored chips, and three bodies were face down in a pool of blood by the counter, but between the churning of the slushie machine and the hum of the fridges it was a perfectly normal 7-11 otherwise. There were four people alive in the store outside of a man with dreadlocks, a pale black face, and a shotgun. Pari, the cute Indian clerk who had a rack that just made you wish she would ever wear a sweater and, flat chestnut hair; an overweight man in a White Sox jersey, a kid with a passing physical resemblance to the White Sox fan; and a chubby girl in stereotypical goth gear and pink hair. All of them were across from the shooter and each was crying.

“Shut up, I didn’t want this to happen!” Dante screams, weeping and striding back and forth across the store.

You crawl towards one of the food stations and grab a shaker of salt into your hand. Dante was still walking back and forth across the room occasionally threatening the hostages and occasionally speaking in some African language you couldn’t even pinpoint. Once his eyes rolled behind his head and he fired out towards the cops.

>Try talking the spirit down

>Tackle him and pour the salt down Dante’s throat

>Sucker Punch Dante and force the salt down his throat

>Try to disarm Dante and force the sale down his throat

>Write in

>>2857222
>>Sucker Punch Dante and force the salt down his throat
The power of Thor compels you!

>>2857222
>>Sucker Punch Dante and force the salt down his throat

>>2857236
>>2857258
Roll 7 1d10, first three rolls will all be part of the same combat.

Rolled 8, 4, 3, 2, 8, 2, 2 = 29 (7d10)

>>2857323

>>2857327
3 successes thanks to Street Fighting

Rolled 9, 8, 2, 4, 10, 1, 4 = 38 (7d10)

>>2857323

>>2857360
Someone roll another d10 for that 10

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>2857366

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>2857366

>>2857373
Well, still four successes.

Today's really slow so if people who previously did a roll want to, they do one more for 7d10

Just need one more

Rolled 10, 6, 10, 9, 1, 8, 5 = 49 (7d10)

Rolled 9, 8, 3, 8, 6, 9, 3 = 46 (7d10)

>>2857436

>>2857451
Someone roll 2d10.

Rolled 10, 6 = 16 (2d10)

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>2857469
At 6 successes, I'm not going to call for a reroll. You knocked a fucking Zombie into next week with sneak attacks, not even using your might. Congrats

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>>2857480

>>2857480
Gotta save that cute Indian girl with the rack man.

You continue crawling towards the zombie until you’re just a foot or so away, you raise up and wind up a massive hook. Dante is muttering to himself, or rather to the zombie spirit, and begging the astral entity to stop. The turn of his head perfectly consigns with trajectory of your blow. Spit flies out of his mouth and his right eye almost immediately goes pink and swell up with a puff that remains you of some reason a muffin top.
He slides away by about five feet before stopping himself and aiming the shotgun at you. Your almost on top of him when he pumps the thing, and pulls the trigger. Luckily his right eye is shut tighter than a bank vault and the bullets go very wide, right into an instant ticket dispenser. It’s like a pinata bursting open honestly.

You wind up a straight punch and let it loose into the middle of his face. This time his feet leave the ground and his body collides and knocks over two racks, both containing various candies. Dante and the hostages are almost buried in candy bars and suckers. Half of them scream, but only half do it out of fear. Pari and the kid is screaming for you to kill the zombie, but you don’t plan on going that far today.

Dante gets up and tries firing the shotgun at you point blank, only to discover it’s out of rounds. He opens the things and manages to put in four fresh rounds, only for you to stomp down hard on his ankle, breaking it apart like a wishbone, and making his footing disappear. Without missing a beat, his falling head meets your fist, as you raise it for an uppercut. Dante’s head hits the ceiling and the time above him disintegrates into a fine powder.

His limp body hits the floor, still squirming and trying to find away up even if the host was now fully unconscious from the pain. The zombie opens his mouth, “F-Fuck you cracker. Interloper! You smell of burny ember...why are you stopping me. WHY?!?”

You don’t answer you just drop the shaker of salt into it’s mouth. It’s screams shake you and you think you’ll hear them when you too pass on from your coil. You see the color come back into Dante’s face and smell rum as it does so.

You see a shape that fades away, a skull rotting into nothingness.

The cops burst into the room, guns raised and then stopped. Sighs of relief escape them.

>Check on Pari

>Go tell Lt. Walters and Robby what went happened

>Text your professor you’ll be a little late

>Write in

>>2857559
>>Check on Pari

>>2857559
>>Check on Pari

You run over to Pari, helping her up to her feet as she shook and weeped onto your Persona 4 t-shirt. “Thank you, thank you.”

“It’s alright,” you say, hushing her. “The cops are here now and will take this guy into custody.”

She broke off from her embrace and wiped tears from her eye, “No I’m safe because of you. Those idiots out there did nothing.”
“That’s because the situation was really weird. Not every day the cops have to deal with zombies,” you laugh.

“Zombies?” Pari suddenly says, checking you for bites. “Aren’t they contagious or something?”

“No, it possession or potions,” you correct automatically in nerd mode. You stop yourself. “Are you injured or something? Did Dante do anything to you? Say anything?

“What? No, he just shot all three of them and then tried to pay for his gas,” Pari says, looking back to the family and then crying. “When everyone freaked out, he started freaking out. His eyes rolled back into his head and everything and he starting speaking in this language. Was this a voodoo thing? Did someone curse him?”

“No, it seemed like he bought a charm and it backfired.” You answer softly.

“That’s impossible, Dante was Muslim. They don’t do stuff like that.” Pari says, sure of herself. “He came in here every day, he took his religion seriously. He was even protesting that Mercury Temple that just got finished.”

>Ask her more about Dante

>Go tell Walters about this.

>Ask her if she wants you to escort her home

>Try to break off from all this and meet your professor

>Write in

>>2857729
>>Text your professor you’ll be a little late
Academics tend to have a bit of an ego.

>>2857729
>>Ask her more about Dante
>>Go tell Walters about this.
>>Ask her if she wants you to escort her home

>>2857729
>>Ask her more about Dante
>>Go tell Walters about this.
>>Ask her if she wants you to escort her home

If this is true than either Dante wasn't that good of a muslim, or he was framed.

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“Are you sure? I saw a very rare bottle he could have only gotten from a Voodoo or Vodoun shrine, and not just a real one, one that carters to specialists. A Bokor had to give it to him.” You ask.

Pari shakes her head, adamantly. Her wavering eyes because hard and beautiful as diamonds. “Positive, the dude was really chatty with me until he realized I was Hindi and not Muslim like him. He protested nearly everything with the Sons of Abraham. No way in hell he bought something like that, someone had to have given to him without his knowledge.”

Well, yeah. Chances were low a Sons of Abraham member would ever buy anything religious from any non Christan, Jewish, or Islamic priest or vendor. Dudes had a habit of blowing up shrines and even community centers. You sigh, you felt bad for the cops. This was going to get a lot more complicated for them.

“Do you want me to escort you home? You’re kinda of shaken up.” You ask, putting a hand on her shoulder.

She smiled weakly and nodded. “That would be great, thank you Brad. I gotta go talk to cops first I think.”

“Me too.” You say, walking with her until you get in front of Walters, who nods approvingly.

“Great job kid, you should be in the force and not pushing papers no one’s going to read with this skills.” Walters laughs, reaching up to pat you on the shoulder. “Or box. Jesus, you broke his jaw and knocked out ten of his teeth you know. And cracked his skull right in half. He’s going to be spending the next year or so in a prison hospital.”

“I think he’ll make bail,” you say shaking your head. “Dude was a religious nut job, but for another faith. Your going to get a dozen witnesses telling you there was no way he would have bought that vessel and no credit card records for that matter. Someone probably planted it there.”

“Fuck, this day keeps getting better and better.” Walters says, shaking his head. He reaches into his pocket and hands you his card. “CPD is big, but we only have about a half a dozen ‘religious experts’ consultants on staff full time. We can always use some smart ass like you to work on a part time basis and your resume today for this case at least, speaks to itself. You wanna a job kid?”

>Sure

>No thank you

>Can I think it over, I promised Pari I would take her home.

>>2857816
>>No thank you
Maybe in the future, but let's finish the degree first.

>>2857816
>>Can I think it over, I promised Pari I would take her home.
Totally gonna take it though.

>>2857816
>>Sure
>>Take Pari home

>>2857825
Part time consulting work would be a lot better than work at a gym anon. It's something we're actually good at.

>>2857825
>>2857835
You have MIGHT 5 and a ton of skills relating to both. It's just one is going to both look better on a future resume and pay better (the consulting job)

Hoping for a tiebreaker

>>2857873
I''ll switch to Can I think it over.

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“Can I think it over?” You ask, looking over the business card. “I did promise Pari I’d take her home.”

Walters laughs and steps out of the way, hands outstretched as if to guide you to your table at an expensive restaurant. “Trust me, I was your age once too kid. Go on, you have a week to think about or my boss finds some other college kid or out of work academic to hire for pennies instead.”

Pari finishes talking and you take her hand and her to the L platform. There weren’t a lot of skyscrapers in your part of town, but not only could you see easily see the skyline pierce the clouds from her. You hoped the view, was nice, could take Pari’s mind off what happened today, which was horrifying. You turn to see her smile faintly and smile at you. You take the Kimbal line to her apartment she shared with her two sisters about nine minutes away.

You drop her off at her home, her two sisters opening the door before you can even knock. They embrace and cry and pull her in. Without a thank you, they close the door. You turn to only hear it open again.

“Look, here’s my number in case I feel lonely or cared. Don’t be a stranger and thank you.” Pari smiles, handing you a strip of paper.

You are about to say it would be better if she had your number, but she closes the door on you. You shrug and head towards the coffee shop. You’d be about a half hour late, but you didn’t care at this point, too much shit happened for a lecture on politeness.

By the time you make it there, you see your professor looking at his watch angrily, you half expected the thing to melt. You bump into a one eyed older man on your way to your seat and apologize before sitting down in front of Professor Weissman.
“Sorry sir, something happened.” You say, smiling in vain.

“What good gains at the gym?” Weissman says dismissively. “ You need to take your career more seriously. Your a white man with a both a disadvantaged gifted scholarship and sports scholarship, but it’s only the latter that pays more than a couple grand a year. I won’t dock you for this, but someone will under the guise of helping someone more...unfortunate.”

>Apologize and make no excuses. Tell him more about your unifying World theory.

>Apologize and make no excuses. Ask him about what he though about your paper.

>Tell him what went down and then ask him about what he thought about your paper.

>Tell him what went down and then tell him about your unifying World theory.

>Write in

>>2857939
>>Apologize and make no excuses. Ask him about what he though about your paper.
He'll know about our theory if he's read our paper.

>>2857939

>Apologize and make no excuses. Ask him about what he though about your paper.

>>2857939
>>Tell him what went down and then tell him about your unifying World theory.

"Those 'good gains' helped me save people from a spectral voodoo zombie you prick."

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>>2857944
>>2857959
“Really, I’m sorry sure. I wasted your time and I won’t do it again. You’re right,” you say, bowing your head even a bit. “So what did you think of my paper.”

Weissman takes a deep breath, “Once you dig into it the minutiae of your higher mathematics starts falling apart in the latter parts of your so called ‘Mantle mutability’ tracker and drift probabilities. Outside of the foundation and skeleton of it, your mathematical framework for everything about divine interpinning of physical physical reactions and non reactions doesn’t work. You’ll need to start over there, almost literally from the beginning. Your paper is about two years out from being published, son.”

He grabs his cup of coffee and gulps it down. “In other words, outstanding. You’re really onto something here that is going to shake the world to it’s core. I’ll have my assistant and some computer science major or two help you get some better hardware and algorithm software. I think a single intern will suffice in helping you out with research, maybe two if I can justify it to the board. I’ll send you an email with what you need to correct immediately so we can force some funds from the board...but in a couple of years you’ll be teaching here. Or MIT. Or Harvard.”

You beam and let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you, for a second there I was concerned.”

“You better get used to criticism son, you’ll be facing a lot of it.” Weissman says, “Protesters and preachers are going to wailing to you for the rest of your life if you go forwards with this. Are you sure you want this ?”

“Of course,” you answer a little indignant

“Just wanted to make sure,” Weissman says stepping up and pulling out a chair. Bradly Ericson, this is Professor Ingrad Woods, proffesor of theology at Munich University. He’s going to be advising University of Chicago on how to handle releasing controversial papers like yours in the future.”

The one eyed older man walks up to him and extends a hand to you, a wicked familiar smile on his face. “I think we’ve meet before, correct?”

>End

>>2858048
https://twitter.com/BadKnight5

My twitter for updates.

Once again thoughts and advice?

>>2858055
Thanks for running

Can someone archive this?

>>2858055
Thought:
Great!
Advice:
Keep going! (But dont rush - I see many young stories whither after a time period that feels rushed)
>>2858048
Is this an embodiement of a norse deity that traded an eye for wisdom? - we should look around for an eight-legged horse.

>>2858970
Yes.

Just caught up, so far it’s pretty damn good. Good shit, Op

>>2863285
I concur. Always good to see Scion content up and about