>Name: Matthew E. Trone (Metatron)
>Age: 16
>Gender: male
>Species: angel (Seraph. Let's be the choir boy.)
>Hobbies and Interests: singing, poetrie, caretaking
>Economic backgroung: rich (Seraphs are at the top of the angel's hierachy)

*Tell you what, i'll check up in exactly 6 or 8 hours. That okay with you?*

Ok. I was going to sleep anyway. Good night OP.

>>4585068
*and it's a good morning for me. 11 o' clock where i'm from.*

>>4584474
>Marisa Chamberlein
>16
>Female
>Apophis
>History(with focus on both world wars) and sci-fi/alt-hist
>well off
>>4585033
waiting senpai

>>4584540

Hell with it, backing this just for the sheer idea of playing as a sweet, naive, richboy totally-not-the-Voice-of-God.


https://youtu.be/LyNliJt4-f0

Be not afraid; we bring wholesomeness and cuddles.

>>4584540
>Metatron
....METATRON LIVES!

>>4584540
Wasn't Metatron originally human? Wonder if that might have some effects.

>>4584540
This actually sounds pretty fun. Supporting!

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>>4584540
>>4585120
>>4585309
>>4585343
>>4585353
*Rightyo, it's Matthew E. Trone as the protagonist! I will accept requests for new characters as NPCs all throughout the quest.*
Writing...

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>>4585401
My name is Matthew Edwin Trone, and I go to a prestigious high school named St. Azazi Academy in the town of Alphord. I was brought up religious in the name of Theo, the deity who expanded the universe ten years ago from a tiny rectangle of dirt into a serene, colourful cosmos filled with planets that bounce around like rubber balls.

In times of peril, I lack faith in my judgement and instead call upon the voice of Theo in times of help. I hear he channels yet higher entities for advice. More heretical doctrines say he is the sum of the combined wills of ultra dimensional entities. Now the voices are arriving again, yet despite their unusual advice, I do not fear them.

Do not think of me as a sheltered, pampered child. Lately, I have found myself and those around me victimized by the evil deeds of...

> Drug pushers
> Heretics
> Infidels
> Bikers
> Gangsters
> Real estate agents
> Write In

>>4585415
>Drug pushers

>>4585415
>Hereticly infidelic drug pushers, bikers, and gangsters, all in the employ of real estate agents who are trying to lower the value of our properties so they can buy them cheap, fix them up, and sell them off at high prices.

>...Wait, no, that's the plot of that saturday morning cartoon I sometimes watch. No, rather, we're caught between gangsters who act like real estate agents, and real estate agents who act like gangsters, both whom are at each other's throats, with seemingly little care who is caught in the crossfire.

>>4585427
Which one you talking about, here?

>>4585490
First one's a straight up joke, the second one's the actual suggestion.

>>4585498
Oh yeah, gotcha. I'll wait until tomorrow, and see what the results bring me.

>>4585427
>>4585498
Ad some drug pushers, heretics, and a ton of infidels and deviants and it starts to read like modern day California, which I totally suport being in the middle of. Let's Sodom and Gomorrha this place with wholesomeness and moral absolutism.

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>>4585502
Funny, I had intended this to read and look like Earthbound, except instead of being aesthetically influenced by Peanuts, it looks like Archie Comics, except if Dan DeCarlo stumbled into a time portal and became friends with Kenkou Cross and Takemaru Inui.

I suppose idyllic fifties American suburbia is the default state of the setting: anything else is an anomaly to the status quo. This could easily be interpreted as retro futuristic wholesomeness being invaded by awful modern cultural degeneracy.

Now you've given me the idea of making Matthew E. Trone every single stereotype surrounding religious protestant fundamentalists, somewhat in the vein of Jack Chick, but not as bad.

>>4585353
Well, Metatron is either Enoch after he was made into an angel by God after he went to Heaven or he was already there and was the angel which dealt with the egyptians for Moses.

Also fun fact: In the talmud I think there was a bit where two raddis enter heaven and see God and Metatron and believe that they both rule heaven. So God hits Metatron with a flaming stick to establish dominance. I wander if Theo will be more of the Old Testament God or the New Testament one.

>>4585513
Was meant for >>4585343

>>4585510
I was thinking Matthew of being more of the "I will help you be a better person whether you like it or not" tipe with a bit of shyness (seraphs cover themselves with wings but that is more so they don't blind anyone) but I'm intrested in what you can make with the fundamentalists stereotypes.

>>4585513
>Well, Metatron is either Enoch after he was made into an angel by God after he went to Heaven or he was already there and was the angel which dealt with the egyptians for Moses.
Could be both. No reason time needs to be linear with such beings.

>>4585517
"Fundamentalist learns to adjust to the wider world" could be a fun storyline. The other could be too. Or rediscovering/regaining buried humanity. Or some mix thereof.

>>4585765
Rediscovering humanity would work well with Metatron being Enoch

>>4585427
>>4585502
Writing...

>>4585929
I believe it is every young man's duty to accept the call to arms, yet in our benighted civilization there are few opportunities to do so. If I were born in a more chaotic universe, borne of entropy and suffering, perhaps there would be some problems to solve. But no, my parents forbid me from leaving Alphord on one condition: When you solve something the police cannot, we will give you a bus ticket to Betaham. While to anyone else this may seem like child endangerment, I am personally acquainted with Fate to a degree where I am sure that nothing can kill me, as it would be inconvenient for the voices in my head.

School is uneventful. I pay attention, because I do not want to waste my parents' good intentions. But the call manifests itself in many strange ways, and perhaps the easiest way appears on a lamp post as i'm walking back home: a missing person poster. I'm so excited I tear that off the post. I'm not stealing since the whole post is covered with the same poster.

> Obtained: Missing Person Poster

Before I search for clues, I cannot go in barehanded. Our society is permissive enough to sell lethal, albeit whimsical weapons in broad daylight and not a single mass shooting has occurred. I head to Armament Street. Partially because guns are rare in the first place.

Every single thing in the shops below can potentially be weaponized if you are creative enough.

> Pranks 'R' Us *Prank materials*
> Renegade Sports *Sports gear*
> Driscoes *Kitchen Appliances*
> Nitre 100 *Manly things like power tools*
> Odorings *Plants*
> Write In

> Renegade Sports *Sports gear*
Darts or a bow with arrows should allow Matthew to shoot at his enemies while flying. For Close Quarters Combat, well, as much as I want a flaming sword, a swiss knife from Nitre 100 would be the best being easy to hide and would work as a multi-tool, also from Pranks 'R' Us we should get smoke bombs.

>>4585951
> Renegade Sports *Sports Gear*
We Caesar's Legion now

>>4585951
>Driscoes *Kitchen Appliances*

>>4585981
>>4585985
>>4586031
> Darts or a bow with arrows should allow Matthew to shoot at his enemies while flying. For Close Quarters Combat, well, as much as I want a flaming sword, a swiss knife from Nitre 100 would be the best being easy to hide and would work as a multi-tool, also from Pranks 'R' Us we should get smoke bombs.

Writing...

>>4586396
Due to the socioeconomic status of my household, my parents do not have any idea how much a child should receive for pocket money. They trust me enough not to overuse my credit card. All the better for me. Though I would prefer a flaming sword, a switchblade is enough, because I want to remain incognito. Last month dad made me take some swordsmanship classes, but I didn't really pay attention.

Besides, I must be prepared for any situation my adventure brings down on me.

I also buy a compound hunting bow, a quiver equipped with several arrows from the used goods bin, because after the Inexplicable, the ecology was finally balanced and there was no need for mass wildlife culls. This sort of thing was relegated to the extraplanetary frontier, where there live things that can actually kill us.

In a few decades, I expect these sorts of weapons to become extremely expensive on this planet. In case things really go to custard, I buy some multicoloured smoke bombs from Pranks 'R' Us, the numberone store maligned by schools, the PTA, and neighbours. Even stepping into it I feel guilty.

> Obtained: Switchblade, Compound Hunting Bow, Quiver, 52 Arrows, 12 smoke bombs

The bill is $644. Anything less and I may as well just charge in with a kitchen knife. Mom and dad won't mind, they earn more than that every hour.

My current priority is to track whoever is on the Missing Person Poster. The picture is quite blurred, but i'm sure i'll recognize him or her when I see that person face to face.

The good thing about being rich is that your family has connections.

> Tazo Psychometry Ltd.
> Read through the newspaper for info
> Sara of the Nadir Family
> Detective's Club at St. Azazi Academy
> Inspect Element, a preteen hacker's group
> Write In

>>4586421
> Read through the newspaper for info
Start by gathering what info you can without asking questions, so you know what questions to ask.

>>4586421
> Detective's Club at St. Azazi Academy

>>4586476
supporting

>>4586476
Supporting

>>4586476
>>4586517
> Read through the newspaper for info
Writing...

>>4586572
I pick up the newspaper at home and the gangsters have published a ransom here. Convenient. "Sign us the rights to Alphord Recreational Centre or our hostage gets it! Deliver it at 21 Mickleson Drive, and we will stick them right where you deliver it. We have guys who can teleport, so don't bother sending the police!"

Well, that was easy. But surely an operation like this would have more motives than just greed. My intuition has never gone wrong once. They are up to something much, much worse than a quick buck.

The captive is the firstborn child of the owners of the Alphord Recreational Centre. For some reason, I don't know what he or she looks like. Something seems to be preventing me from mentally processing it, but I'm sure the voices in my head will help me with that. It might be someone I know, or a total stranger, for all I care. The ARC is a facility that has undergone renovations recently to accommodate for tauroid and aquatic species such as centaurs and mermaids.

*bonus: you can physically describe the captive and i'll pick the one which is most popular. It can be a monstergirl or monsterboy, your pick*

Now, who can I ask to help me find the rotten ruffian responsible for this kidnapping?

> Tazo Psychometry Ltd.
> Sara of the Nadir Family
> Detective's Club at St. Azazi Academy
> Inspect Element, a preteen hacker's group
> A friend from school
> Write In

>>4586585
>Detective's Club at St. Azazi Academy
A frog girl with dark brown hair, freckles and a slim frame

>>4586597
Supporting

>>4586597
*Whenever frog girls come to mind, people generally think of Froppy. She's monopolized the whole damn concept of a frog girl, god damn it. Curse you, Horikoshi! I'll have to draw her at some point. She'll have frog pupils and webbed, slimy fingers with sticky pads.*

>>4586618
like my doujin drawings. You could also think of something like the female version of cartoon groxo from xmen

>>4586620
>groxo
*Yeah, female groxo with a major facelift and period appropriate wardrobe*

>>4586585
Ok, this is either a really dumb bunch of kidnappers, like *super* dumb, or a trap, if probably for someone else. I give even odds either way.

>>4586597
>>4586605
>Detective's Club at St. Azazi Academy
Writing...

>>4587078
First things first, the next day after school I go to room Z213, which is usually reserved for Math and Social Studies, now occupied by a bunch of fifteen to eighteen year olds wearing top hats, fut coats, and monocles. Some of them view the Detective's Club as just an excuse to smoke, judging by the seven or so people with cigars in their mouths. This is probably the reason they chose the room with the huge skylight.

I ask for help. Their leader, a kobold, (the dog ones, not the dragon looking ones, get it right) picks it out of my hands. "Well, I'll be darned!" he says. "My name's Charlie Canicula. When trouble's afoot, i'm the right one for the job."

"We have this frog girl, you see-" I ask him.

"Then that'll be easy." he says. Come on, follow me!

He leads you out across town to a busted up trailer park, a staggering contrast to the pristine state of the rest of the town. It has been condemned for the last decade, but legal complications have stopped anyone from making a move on it. These things are too complicated for me, so I've come to accept this eyesore every time I go out. "What a dump!" I say.

"And that's all for the better! This place hasn't seen a makeover since I was in elementary school!" Charlie comments.

"And if by a makeover, you mean a burned down trailer." I respond.

"Anyhow, I can smell her from here. Easy peasy. All I gotta do is follow the slime. Usually i'd taste it to get a better idea but i'm told they're venomous or something..." he says. He gets down on the ground and starts sniffing. As he crawls across the ground, he begins to mumble to himself. "Say, if she was one of them eel girls that would be a whole different story. Like Gwen Elvery, oh ho ho, i'd like a piece of her one of these days. Oh! She's there. She's in the red one, it's kinda far away, with two guys standing in front of it!"

Suddenly, a rogue lawnmower with nobody pushing it approaches me from the right. Maybe it's one of those robots i've been hearing about. Either way, it doesn't look friendly!

> Seek for cover behind a fence to the right! Maybe that will confuse it. (roll 1d20)
> Charge into the building, who cares about the lawnmower. (roll 1d20)
> Throw a nearby brick at the lawnmower with all your might! (roll 1d20)
> Dart into the thick of the trailer park to your left. The ground is covered with discarded objects. (roll 1d20)

>>4587109
>Dart into the thick of the trailer park to your left. The ground is covered with discarded objects. (roll 1d20)

>>4587109
Speaking of rolling, it's time to show their stats!

Matthew E. Trone
Gender: Male
Species: Seraphim

STR 9 (+0)
DEX 12 (+1)
CON 8 (-1)
INT 12 (+1)
WIS 10 (+0)
CHA 14 (+2)

Skills:
Zealotry (+2)
Religion (+3)
Swordsmanship (+1)
Singing (+3)
Judge of Character (-2)
Preaching (+2)
Writing (+1)

Natural Abilities:
Limited Flight, maybe for two minutes

PSI:
Dream Telepathy

Charlie Canicula
Gender: Male
Species: J-Kobold

STR 13 (+1)
DEX 12 (+1)
CON 15 (+2)
INT 8 (-1)
WIS 6 (-2)
CHA 12 (+1)

Skills:
Unarmed Combat (+1)
Dancing (+1)
Comic Book Trivia (+1)
Vulgar Jokes (+2)
Intimidation (+1)

Natural Abilities:
Sniffing (+3)
Ball Sports (+2)
Weather Forecasting (+2)

PSI:
None. He really wishes he had telepathy or telekinesis or maybe even invisibility, he really doesn't mind, though

>>4587109
> Throw a nearby brick at the lawnmower with all your might! (roll 1d20)

>>4587125
>>4587148
>(roll 1d20)
*you want me to roll for you or something*

> Dart into the thick of the trailer park to your left. The ground is covered with discarded objects.

>>4587328
How do I roll?

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>4587162
>>4587332
dice+xdx in the options field, first x being the number of dice and the second x being the value of the dice

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>4587355

My apologies, I accidentally gave myself an incredibly painful and debilitating allergic reaction. Hopefully I will manage to recover tomorrow, depending on which end I can empty my digestive system, and hopefully it's not the bottom end

will continue posting as soon as possible

Rolled 4 + 1 (1d6 + 1)

>>4587393
>>4587328
>>4587125
> Dart into the thick of the trailer park to your left. The ground is covered with discarded objects.
> Result: 10
A close call!
Writing...

>>4588379
I spot a rough, grassy area surrounded by busted up trailers and a few washing lines, half buried microwaves and kiddie pools here and there. Then I dart into the thick of it and the rogue lawnmower chases after me. There's broken bottles galore, the bulk of which I hope is glass. When I think i've made it a safe distance the lawnmower fills itself with that sharp debris. It begins to shudder and smoke. I run for cover as I await an explosion. Nothing happens. It's just a whole lot slower and smokier than it was before. Hopefully it gets jammed or something. It doesn't. Well, though it's still following me, it's puttering slower than I usually walk, so that's a bonus.

At the end of the trailer park, in front of a crumbling brick wall that was part of a building nobody remembers, I can see the trailer their prisoner is being kept in.

Roll 1d20

> Sneak towards them hidden in some weeds
> Charge 'em head on
> Toss smoke bombs right in their face
> Hurl smoke bombs at their feet
> Start flying and attack from above
> Write In

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>4588403
>Sneak towards them hidden in some weeds
they have a teleporter so we gotta be nimble

>>4588475
> Sneak towards them hidden in some weeds
> Result: 19
A gangbusters success!
Writing...

>>4588682
Despite my wings I make little noise as I trek through the weeds, which haven't been mowed for so long that I'm completely invisible. The two men are equipped with rifles that were made to kill invasive polyp colonies that once made the region area that would be Alphord uninhabitable. I've heard it was once called the Restricted Zone. But first, i've heard that rifles can kill a man in one hit, so i've got to be careful. Leaping right at them would be suicide. Luckily, one of them's beginning to doze off. As he verges into REM sleep, I can see his dreams eking out of his ear.

That's where I come in. Nothing big or scary, I just give him the overwhelming suggestion that there may be someone approaching from his left. "Hey, look out! Someone's coming for you! The boss'll have your hide, you know!" This wakes him up from his dream.

That big lug, probably a minotaur, stands up and aims his rifle. "Hands where I can see 'em!" he shouts. His partner, a salamander, follows suit.

"What's the matter, Angus?" the salamander says.

"I thinks there's somethin' tryna mess with us over at that trailer, Burns. An intruder!" Angus asserts. "Show yourself!" he shouts again.

"Ain't gonna risk it." Burns says. They both begin to walk towards the supposed intruder.

When they're out of earshot, Charlie joins me. Together we try to ram down the door. "UGH!" Our combined weight's enough to bust open the rusted lock. We slam down on our faces, and the sound of their footsteps rapidly approaching chills our hearts. "Oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh!" Charlie whimpers. I prop the door back up and they start firing at it. The bullets bounce off, but the noise is unbearable.

Most of the floor is covered in salt. A fearful frog girl squats on a lice infested cushion at the other end of the room. "Help me!" she asks. Charlie brush the salt out of the way so she can step off the cushion. "Oh, thank heavens you're here! But we need to get out of here before they shoot us dead!"

> Hope you can fly them out the hole in the roof
> The basement has a few interesting things in it
> Beg for mercy

> The basement has a few interesting things in it

>>4588703
> The basement has a few interesting things in it

>>4589117
>>4588983
> The basement has a few interesting things in it
Writing...

>>4589299
After successfully barricading the door, me and Charlie rush downstairs and rummage through the shelves, tossing anything we don't need out of the way. There's various types petrol, engine lubricant, and all sorts of things related to cars which I don't know about because I can't drive. Suddenly, Charlie snatches two things off the wall and goes back upstairs.

Turns out it's a car battery. "This reacts with salt! Pile all of it in the corner!"

I use my wings to brush the salt into one big pile in the corner, making sure none of it touches the captive. She's crouched in fetal position.

Charlie smashes the car battery, and bubbling fluid gushes out, releasing noxious vapours everywhere. As it mixes with the salt, it foams violently, releasing the stench of rotten eggs. We cover our faces with our shirts in case it's poisonous. The fluid expands. It eats away at the wall, yet rises like an effervescent fountain.

When the acid dies down, there's a way out. All the salt is gone. They haven't noticed yet. You need to run, and you need to run quick.

> School
> Home
> Park
> Write In

> Write In
> The police station

>>4589327
> The police station
Writing...

>>4589390
Funny, how I even considered going to the goddamn *park* while outrunning a bunch of gangsters! What a moron I was! I take off to the police station, running as quickly as I can. Good thing those thugs have lost us, but i'm not taking any chances.

By the time we've reached the nearest police station, we're out of breath. Except Charlie, who despite not slowing down once, is panting vigorously nonstop. "Hello, uh, officer." I ask.

The receptionist spins around from her typewriter. "Hm?"

"We've just rescued this hostage." I say. "And there's this bunch of gangsters chasing after us. They've got rifles and stuff. We know where they've been hiding her."

She tears the missing person poster off the wall and holds it in front of her, as if to check if we're pulling some kind of prank on her. "Oh, it is. Well done, you two."

Charlie butts in. "And how much's the reward?"

The receptionist shrugs. "I'll tell you when you tell me who your parents are."

Charlie's ears flop down on his head. "Aw, I saved her, just gimme the money! They pay me little enough at the auto repairs store as it is!"

I interrupt Charlie. "My father's Phil Serah."

> Acquired: $25,000!

"Holy cow!" Charlie wheezes as we walk down the street. "That's the most money i've seen in my life! A quarter million! A gosh darned quarter million!"

"Thanks, Charlie! You deserve it!" you wave off to him. That frog girl, shaken by her experience, has not said a single word as you escort her home.

"Matthew." She says. "I think I know the way back home here from now. Thanks for everything, by the way."

> Ask the frog girl you rescued for her name and address
> Tell your parents what you did and ask them for the bus card to Betaham
> Boast about your exploits at the Daisy Inn
> Write In

> Ask the frog girl you rescued for her name and address
> Tell your parents what you did and ask them for the bus card to Betaham
I don't see why we can't do bouth.

Happy new year folks it's officially 2021 on my side of the globe.

>>4589443
Happy new year!
Writing...

>>4589726
>>4589396
"Stephanie Breckeczex. Spell it however you like." she says. "It's like, six o' clock now, wanna come to my house for dinner?"

I can't help but oblige.

Her house is half sunken in an artificial lake connected to a canal which leads to the cheerful and verdant Aquatic Precinct, a place which you have only visited before on a boat. It's just my luck they have just as many underwater rooms as they have terrestrial rooms. The dining room I'm in has a low, domed roof, circular windows, and the floor is a plastic grate suspended over gently sloshing water. The furniture consists of very soft, pastel coloured rubber beanbags.

Her father's name is a fat, greasy frogman named Alphonse Breckeczex, a wealthy businessman who heads a number of companies, a few of which are responsible for funding extraplanetary colonization. "Well!" he says between sloppy bites of fish n' chips. At least it wasn't flies. "You're the boy who saved my daughter, is that correct?"

"Yes." I assure. "To be fair, it was an acquaintance who led me there named Charlie Canicula."

"I am forever in your debt. You're off to a bright start young man, but next time don't put your life on the line, you've got so many years ahead of you." Alphonse says. "Being rich like you, there aren't so many ways I can demonstrate my gratitude. Now that we've wrested her free from their villainous clutches, take these."

> Obtained: 2 Platinum Membership passes for Alphord Recreational Centre

I look at them in disbelief. These cost hundreds of dollars, and grant access to the entire goddamn facility. From what you know, the ARC is only twenty percent completed.

"When this fiasco's over, Matthew, you're welcome to go there any time after school." he crosses his webbed fingers on the table. "Also, I want to tell you something they don't usually speak about in the papers.

You lean in close to him. He is very shiny.

"There are these things called 'video games' made in Centropolis. Never played them before, but I hear they're the way of the future!" Alphonse says. "For the first month, only those holding a Platinum Card will be able to play them. I figured it's what you deserve."

(cont. in next post}

>>4589729
*fuck, I messed up the pronouns god damn it shit*
> Contact added: Breckeczex Family

Now it's time to ask my dad for a bus card. It's preposterous. They cost about, dunno, $5 yet they're always so anal about letting you travel to another town. Sure, I've gone with them on holidays off the Rectangular Plateau but they're always so touristy and when I constantly have to catch up with my parents, who are only interested in taking photos and then moving on to the next one, it really isn't the same at all.

"Dad! Did you see the news report with me in it?" you ask excitedly.

"Yes. I also went to the bank this afternoon and found out you blew TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS on weaponry." he says frustratedly.

"But that's like a tiny fraction of what you make every day!" you explain.

"That's no excuse." my dad says. "You can't just live your life blowing money whenever it suits you. You need to learn a strong work ethic so when things go down, we can be rich *and* resilient at the same time. We need to prepare for the worst possible scenario. By this weekend, I want you to get a job."

"I babysat several times earlier this year." I ask. "I think I can do it again."

"No. I want you to learn ASSIDUOUSNESS. Skills you don't already know." dad says sternly.

He puts a bunch of business cards on the low table in front of the sofa. "I trust very few people! Even though the economy is shooting through the roof in recent years, I will not allow my son to work with anyone who I would trust my life with. You never know who'll stab you in the back. I'll give you the bus ticket when you've earned two 'oondred bucks."

The business cards are:

> Daisy Inn *Diner*
> Belladonna's Confectionary *Candy*
> Psi Tech Ultra *Psionic Paraphernalia*
> Violet Pavilion *Theater & Cinema*
> Hannah's Paintbrushes *Art & Art supplies*
> Anderson Auto *Cars*

> Psi Tech Ultra *Psionic Paraphernalia*

>>4589874
> Psi Tech Ultra *Psionic Paraphernalia*
Writing...

>>4590300
There's a building that's quite close to the town centre but not quite visible there, and it's decked out in reflective and cream surfaces in the new futuristic architectural style. There's a neon sign above it, arguably the only one in town, reading PSI TECH ULTRA.

I get the job there. The job itself is rather mundane compared to what you're dealing with. Strangely shaped metallic objects that are always held in dark plastic cases. I've heard of psychic powers in the news, and even seen a few people use them from time to time, but they're not very common. And with the Inexplicable, i've seen posters here and there extolling the virtues of PSI. "PSI: It's the way of the future!" that poster still hangs in the school foyer.

The owner is a skinny human with slightly long dirty blonde hair. He wears round sunglasses, and walks with a narrow gait.

The goods are darned expensive, and most of them require a license and an ID to buy. I've heard that I could buy them from the black market, or even in some cases out in the open. There are things like amplifier helmets, focusers, dampers, all sorts of these kinds of things, until I find a display case with a big red sticker saying "TRY ME! FREE PSI TEST!"

Well, there isn't any harm in trying it out.

*should I end it here?*

Roll 1d100!

Rolled 14 (1d100)

It's your quest OP if you want to end it here do so but at least say when the next thread might be.

>>4590336
*next week, I suppose. Is that good with you*

>>4590440
Fine by me OP, I have enjoyed the quest so far.

>>4590448
Aw thanks, man
Ciao

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>4590326

>>4590627
Thanks for running.