Round everyone up and tell them to sit their asses down. You might not know what's going on, but these weird ass kids might.
You threw your bag on the ground and smacked the nearest table with your bat. "Alright you little shits, sit down! We're having a talk!"
"What does --"
You pointed your bat at Lilith. "You know damn well what the fuck I'm talking about. Stop it with the innocent act and sit your ass down. No back talk from you," you said, pointing at Mark when it looked like he was gonna say something. "Everyone just dump your fucking bags somewhere and sit down. Bob, let go of my legs. Janet, stop fucking pouring perfume everywhere, what the fuck. Alex --"
You realized that the little shit had somehow managed to unscrew the locks on the window and was hanging halfway out of it. "Hey! Get back in here you little --"
You saw his whole body flinch before he started scrambling back inside. He ran back to where you and the rest of the little shits were, his face incredibly pale. Poor kid was shaking like a leaf.
Somehow, you didn't think it was because you yelled at him.
You heard a slamming sound and turned to see the window close by itself, the once broken lock having fixed itself somehow. And now that you were looking at it, you realized that you couldn't see anything through the window. No trees, no woods... just endless blackness.
You felt your hand tighten around your bat. All of a sudden you really felt like sitting down. "Fuck me, this is not good."
You pointed at Bob. "Shut up." Then you turned to address the rest of the kids.
Mark had his arms folded and was pouting at you, though thankfully he was quiet about it. You couldn't help but notice how everyone at the table seemed to be giving him a bit of a wide berth, as though he were sick or something. He didn't seem to notice.
Janet was clutching her half empty bottle of perfume and air freshener like they were security blankets, and was absentmindedly rubbing the perfume she poured into her skin and clothes. Her head was lowered so that her long black hair hid her expression, forming a curtain around her face.
Lilith still had that fake innocent look on her face -- though when she caught you glancing at her she shot you the ugliest glare you had ever seen. The amount of anger and pure hate on a kid no older than ten looked both unsettling and oddly hilarious.
You made sure to give her the finger. She glared harder.
Bob had not taken their eyes off you, their creepy as fuck eyes staring into yours. It wasn't until now that you realized that they had never blinked or breathed once in the thirty minutes you had gotten to know them.
Alex was looking a bit less pale, but was just as twitchy as before. He was fiddling with the tool belt that you just now noticed was around his waist, all the while glancing at the doors, the windows, and the corners of the room.
"Alright, full disclosure. I have no fucking clue what's going on at this camp, but I'm pretty sure that we're dealing with some supernatural bullshit. So if any of you --"
Mark interrupted with, "The supernatural isn't real!"
Lilith gave a loud snort, which she then tried to turn into a cough. "Um, what do you mean? D-Didn't you see what the head counselor did when he tried to say B-Bob's name? It was really scary!" Tears started rolling down her face as she let out a really convincing sob.
A glance around the table showed that the only one who seemed to be fooled was Mark. "Don't cry, Lily!"
Lilith's eye started twitching. You weren't completely sure, but they looked a bit brighter than normal. "Don't call me --"
"It's just a bunch of tricks! My Mom and Dad said that there's no such thing as ghosts and vampires and stuff! The head counselor is probably trying to play a prank on us. My older brother used to do it all the time!" He patted her on the shoulder.
There was a sizzling sound before you saw Lilith hiss and jerk back, almost tumbling out of her seat. You noticed that part of her shirt had been burned away, revealing charred skin.
"Oh my gosh! Are you okay?!" Mark snatched his bag up from the floor and started frantically shuffling through it. "Oh my gosh, hold on, I think I have some burn ointment here somewhere --!"
The burn mark on Lilith's skin started to glow red. You watched as her skin began to slowly heal, her shirt repairing itself at the same time. Within seconds it was as though nothing happened.
Mark stared. "...oh. Oh! Now I get it! You're in on the joke!" He let out a relieved laugh. "Don't scare me like that, silly!"
You just stared. "Yeah okay, we're talking about that shit later." You pointed at Lilith. "You. Start talking. Now."
She half heartedly tried to put on her innocent act. "I don't know what you're --"
"Mark, Lilith still looks scared. Maybe you should give her a hug."
You saw Mark's eyes light up. "Okay!"
Lilith jumped up from the table, tumbling backwards and away from Mark's grasp. Her eyes were straight up glowing red by this point, and the expression she gave you made the last one look like sunshine and ponies in comparison.
You couldn't help but tense, readying your bat for a fight.
"You. You." You saw her hands start to smoke before they burst into flame.
"You're playing with fire."
[X] Yeah, you knew this was coming. Better ready yourself for a fight.
[X] Try to calm her down. It probably won't work, but you might as well try.
[X] Get Mark to give her a hug. She really looks like she needs one.
[X] Write in...
[X] Just go give her a hug yourself. Damn brats can't even manage a basic display of reassuring affection to help each other.
Ooh, interesting quest I like it. Clearly doubling down and being straightforward and sincere as we seem to be from my understanding of our character is the solution.
[X] Get Mark to give her a hug. She really looks like she needs one.
-[X] get cocky and try and drop a cool-ass line about your long and storied history as an arsonist little shit as you release your Mark-missle
--[X] get interrupted halfway through by Lilith's flying tackle
[X] Get Mark to give her a hug. She really looks like she needs one.
This is probably our best option. We have a -20 to social rolls so trying to talk her out of it isn't gonna do much. As for hugging her ourself that definitely won't do anything. The only reason Marks touch is doing anything is because he is most likely the worst out of the 5 kids.
Adhoc vote count started by JiggyStreet on Mar 27, 2019 at 2:29 AM, finished with 92 posts and 15 votes.
[X] Get Mark to give her a hug. She really looks like she needs one.
[X] Get Mark to give her a hug. She really looks like she needs one.
I'm guessing Lilith is a demon, Mark is an angel, Bob is an eldritch abomination, Janet is a zombie or one of those creepy Asian ghosts with long hair, and Alex is the antichrist.
Get Mark to give her a hug. She really looks like she needs one.
"Quick, Mark! Giver her a --"
Dodge Roll: 99 + 15 (Self Defense) = 114.
The sound of crackling fire was your only warning before a fireball came straight for your face.
You instinctively jerked your head out of the way and felt the heat of the fire as it sailed past you, hitting the far wall and fizzling out.
Then you stumbled out of your seat, dodging to the side as another fireball tried to hit your chest.
All of a sudden you were ducking and dodging all over the place in a way that reminded you of dodgeball in PE. Only this wasn't PE, this was a supernatural battle. And instead of a bunch of asshole teenagers you were dealing with a seriously pissed off demon(?) child.
You felt a familiar wave of adrenaline fill you as your mind became laser focused on the opponent in front of you. You readied your bat, waiting for the proper opening as you ducked, dodged, and ran around the cafeteria.
Slide to the right.
Duck.
Two steps forward.
Roll.
Resist the urge to smack the fireball with your bat.
Run to the left.
Run to the right.
Zigzag.
And on and on it went.
With every dodge and miss you could tell that the flames were getting hotter, and the fireballs were getting bigger. But they were also getting easier and easier to dodge, to the point where you barely had to move in order to get outta the way.
Lilith was hissing and snarling like the devil child she was, her eyes glowing brighter and brighter. And yet even as her flames grew hotter and more powerful, she just kept fucking missing.
"Just stand still and DIE!"
She reminded you of some muscle head back at your old school.
Big, beefy fucker with muscles the size of your head. A real asshole too.
He fucked with people, stole their shit, caused trouble, and made everyone's lives a little bit worse by existing. But no one would fuck with him because he was built like a fucking mountain. And he used that to do whatever the fuck he wanted because he knew everyone was too scared to try fighting back.
But then one day you remembered him picking on some guy. He was a normal looking dude, if a bit shorter than most. Honestly he looked a bit nerdish and weak. Like he wouldn't hurt a fly. And the asshole knew it too, which is probably why he fucked with him. He just didn't seem like the type to fight back.
You weren't sure what the asshole said or what he did; all you knew was that the guy was really pissed off about it. You saw them arguing, saw the asshole mocking him, saw the asshole pull his arm back for a punch -- and then saw the nerdy guy full on smack him in the mouth.
The ensuing beatdown looked like something outta a kung-fu movie. The asshole didn't so much as lay a finger on the nerdy guy, while the nerdy guy just took his time beating the shit outta him. The asshole flailed all over the place, threw his strength into every punch, tanked as many blows as he could and still came up for more.
But it didn't matter. It didn't matter how strong or how beefy the guy was. Didn't matter if he was just naturally at an advantage.
Because the nerdy guy knew how to fight and the asshole didn't.
"Just -- Just STOP FUCKING MOVING!"
You've been fighting your fights, other people's fights, even random fights that you managed to stumble into because you couldn't keep your mouth shut. You knew how to fight.
Lilith? She really didn't know how to fight. Like, at all.
Hell, she didn't even bother to leave her starting spot this entire time. She just stood there, throwing fireballs at you, not even bothering to follow you or fight you head on or even change her position.
And yeah maybe that was because she was used to long range fighting, but that idea went out the window when you noticed how much her aim fucking sucked when it came to a moving target. She was always off either by a few inches or even a few feet.
"ARRGH!"
Another thing was that she got too easily distracted. Too busy focusing on the threat in front of her that she completely ignored the threat behind her.
Case in point:
"Look Mark! Lilith's getting really fucking upset! Maybe you should give her a hug!"
"Okay!"
Lilith whipped around. "Wha--"
Like a clingy octopus Mark wrapped around her, giving her no time to escape. The flames in her palms were fizzled out, leaving only her pure upper body strength to combat Mark's killer hugs.
Turns out the little shit was a lot stronger than he looked.
The air was filled with the sound of sizzling meat, along with Lilith's angry and pained screams.
"Awww... My hugs aren't that bad!" Mark squeezed her tighter.
"YOU'LL ALL PAY FOR THIS! YOU'LL ALL PAY!"
You felt yourself relax as you did a cursory sweep of your surroundings.
You barely noticed it before, but Lilith's fuck-off-fireballs didn't really seem to affect the cafeteria. Sure a few chairs were knocked over and there were a lot of black smudged everywhere, but other than that everything was mostly the same.
The rest of the little shits weren't hurt, thank Christ. You made sure to keep most of Lilith's attention on you during her little temper tantrum, but you couldn't exactly check and see if they had gotten singed at some point.
Bob was still giving you weird ass looks and Janet was still rubbing that thick smelling perfume over herself, so they were fine.
Alex though? He was fucking gone.
"Shit."
Maybe he was still in the cafeteria? The kitchen maybe? You could go after him... but you still had Lilith to deal with.
You glanced over. Mark had stopped hugging her at some point and was trying to -- tickle her? He was chasing her around a table while she was spewing cuss words like no tomorrow, trying to summon her fireballs again and failing miserably.
Some of the shit she said was actually impressive; you made a note to use one or more of her curses later on.
[X] Knock Lilith out. It's past her bedtime anyway.
[X] Tell Mark to leave her alone, but only if she behaves.
[X] Leave the kids alone while you go try and find Alex. The little shit left during all of the chaos.
[X] Resume your previous discussion and ask what the hell is going on in this camp.
[X] Sit in a corner and contemplate how fucked up this situation is.
[X] Write in...
[X] Tell Mark to leave her alone, but only if she behaves.
Mark is our bargaining chip here, he can somehow hard Lilith and hopefully the others with his ignorance, We need him by our side if we want to survive this place and that means no more pissing off the girl who throws fireballs now that she knows what we can dodge...it also means that we need to keep a close eye on her, for our sakes.