[X] Go check on The Girls- It's like 9 am. Vittoria, sure, that's par for the course, but Daria should probably get up to talk to Beedle. Go check on at least one of the girls, and get them up to talk to their new boss.
-[X] Get Both- no, no, they both need to see Beedle at some point, and you don't really know if he intends to stick around long enough for 'Tori to rise from her grave. Check on them both and force the issue.
Completion of side quests can be exchanged for goods and services. Goods and services that may not be necessary but will make your life easier. Beyond that, the Rossi jobs are pretty much your most reliable way of making any appreciable amount of money once you get past a certain point unless you actually do want to just rob someone else blind.
Anyway, voting is closed a little late, and talking to Achille wins! Update will be up on Monday- er, tomorrow!
It can reach through its own portals, that's how it grabbed both the water bottle and your breakfast, but the range limit is based on you, not it. Not that it matters, because the portal range limit is much, much, much larger than Pearly Gates' range limit.
And yes, while you could technically do that, I have a question- would Gioia really want to? Gang member or not, she's just a 16-year-old girl. Sure, she's got no problem beating the hell out of people, but killing is... well. A step further.
It can reach through its own portals, that's how it grabbed both the water bottle and your breakfast, but the range limit is based on you, not it. Not that it matters, because the portal range limit is much, much, much larger than Pearly Gates' range limit.
And yes, while you could technically do that, I have a question- would Gioia really want to? Gang member or not, she's just a 16-year-old girl. Sure, she's got no problem beating the hell out of people, but killing is... well. A step further.
Very true. I imagine it'd probably only come up in the most dire of circumstances.
Oh, another way we could use our stand is to create a portal on the barrel of our gun. Then we could create the exit portal beneath an enemies shield. Allowing us to trivially kneecap/headshot a whole squad of goons.
Oh, another way we could use our stand is to create a portal on the barrel of our gun. Then we could create the exit portal beneath an enemies shield. Allowing us to trivially kneecap/headshot a whole squad of goons.
It doesn't look back. It doesn't have eyes to look back with. It's condemned to a life of blindness, unable to appreciate the sunset, the skies of grey and white and blue, the face of a lover... where were you going with this? Oh, yeah- you look at your shopping list and decide right off the bat that you do not have the money for this, even praying for something like a liquidation sale. Not to mention a 16-year-old girl buying knives and guns and shields and whatnot is suspicious as shit.
So, you need to get money, and on top of that, you need a way to buy them without raising suspicion.
You look to Achille in the chair Beedle helped him into, and notice that he hasn't moved an inch since he was hauled into it. He's breathing heavily, head tilted back to let a waterfall of silver flow over his shoulders, and just relaxing from his battle with Finch's teleportation trick.
... It hits you again that you have psychic powers and your friends have psychic powers and hehehehehe this is so cool!
Once your sudden burst of excitement passes, you go and talk to Achille about any jobs he knows might need doing.
"Jobs?"
"Yeah. Beedle gave me a list of stuff we're gonna need for the job, and it's either way out of my budget or straight up illegal for a teenage girl to buy."
He frowns for a moment, racking his brain for possibilities.
"Hm... gimme the list over."
You hand him the list, and as he reads through it, his frown only deepens.
"... Hmm. Right, I... will have to make some calls, but I think I can get you in contact with some guys who can get you this stuff without asking questions. As for money-" He reaches into his breast pocket for a pen and remembers he's still in pyjamas. Accepting Beedle's offered pen, he thanks the old man and flips the piece of paper, writing out an address in a thin, flowing script.
"O...k, if you go to this address and ask for Gianluca, it's a bookstore, last I checked, maybe a comic shop, but he'll find something that'll get you a decent wage. It's nothing terrible, deliveries, acting as muscle for at-risk businesses, so on. He'll find you something that'll get you started, then when you prove you can do it, you'll get better-paying jobs."
You stare at the address given to you- Via Duomo 145 80138- and do some mental walking.
"Achille, this is all the way over in San Lorenzo, how am I supposed to get all the way over there without getting jumped?" You ask, unsure how you're going to make it that far without being jumped for the fourth time in less than 24 hours.
"... You... can make portals. Don't you think this is a great time to figure out exactly how far they go?"
... Shit, yeah, he has a point. You thank him for the help and begin to make your way outside once more.
"Ah, Gioia? Be careful, will you? The other Rossi can be... a little rough around the edges, compared to us."
You almost roll your eyes, before remembering it's Achille who's talking, and his concern is genuine, no matter how patronising you might find it sometimes.
"I can take care of myself, Achille. I'm a big girl." You say, opening a portal outside and waving goodbye as you step through it.
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You watch Gioia give you a half-hearted wave goodbye as she steps through the portal, and you find yourself sighing as it closes, like a popping soap bubble.
"... I know you are. That's what worries me."
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You look at the piece of paper, confirming the address, and check to make sure that the bookshop in front of you is in fact Via Duomo 145 80138. The sounds of Latin from the church next door reminding you that Mass is on, and making you feel a little self-conscious about not attending.
... You should probably go to a service sometime. Just for your conscience's sake.
It's, what looks like a perfectly normal book store, maybe a comic shop, you weren't aware those even existed anymore, but here you are, and if it wasn't for two things, you would have moved on. One, this is the address, you just checked with a passerby, and two, it's probably the only bookshop in Naples with marble columns holding up the overhang. They're old, obviously, but the detailing on the Corinthian capitals of the columns have weathered the years nicely, a slight greying to the stone the only real sign of age.
Very nice.
Feeling in your hoodie pocket, you check that the brass knuckles you grabbed from Wallet Douche are still there. You're not gonna go in armed, but having the option is... reassuring.
Well. Time to bite the bullet. You walk up to the door, see the sign's flipped to open and walk on in. Inside, you see that it is, in fact, a proper store of books. Possibly a shop of comics.
Around you, novels are shown neatly on shelves and tables, from romance to fantasy to the few sci-fi novels that are still sold, that genre having waned with the advent of actual spaceships and aliens and fucking space wizards, with a few... huh. You'll be damned. Comics. This is both a bookstore and a comic shop.
What's most interesting to you are the books nearer the back. Old, yellowed and browned with time, kept in genuine leather covers, some are easily as old as Beedle, Frankenstein, Dracula, the complete works of Edgar Allen Poe, Harry Potter- they fill the air with a musty smell of ancient paper and ink, well kept, obviously respected, and you find yourself taken by an almost childish sense of wonder. These things have survived this long, and they're here, still readable, still carrying the stories they did a hundred years ago...
... You feel odd. Not bad, just... weird.
"Uh, hello?" You call out into the silent store, immediately feeling self-conscious about breaking the silence, the paper around you dampening the noise into an odd non-echo.
"In the back, just a minute!" You hear from, er, somewhere in the back. As you wait, you walk up to the counter and notice a few religious texts underneath the glass. Not Bibles, no, actual books from the Bible, Genesis, Isaiah, Ecclesiastes, Corinthians...
They're not the only ones, no- there's one book, Zohar, a print of a simplistic picture of a wizened man with a beard adorning the cover, that you can't say you've seen before. Your thoughts turn to Beedle again, and you wonder for a moment if that's...
Ageist? Is that a word?
"Hi, yeah, sorry, I was moving some boxes..." A rather... muscular man appears from what looks like a cubbyhole that you only realise is a doorway once he makes his way through it, and comes up to the counter. "Uh. Are you lost, girl?"
Once you realise you're not making eye contact, you're just contemplating his navel, you look up and realise he's quite possibly the largest human being you've ever seen.
"... Um." You start, everything about him just making your brain skip a gear. He doesn't seem hostile at all, if anything he's just as confused as you are, but he's just so... big. Eventually, something catches, and your mouth starts working again. "Uh, I was told you could... find me work?"
The man blinks. "... I mean... I, could use some help with sorting stock, but I don't really have enough work to justify hiring a part-timer." He gives you a helpless shrug. "Sorry. Er, if you leave a number, I could get in contact with you when I have some work, though-"
"Wait, sorry, are... you are Gianluca, yes?" You ask, suddenly realising you never actually checked to make sure you're talking to the right person.
He blinks again, a realisation coming to him.
"Ohh, you're- ok, ok, hold on, I'll grab him for you-" The mountain of meat leans back through the doorway, only highlighting his frankly ridiculous size. "Oi, Luca! You got a visitor!"
It's only just now that you realise his Italian, while great, is very slightly accented- 'ee' sounds seem to be given their own little block of noise, ohs are extended to oos, and there's a slight guttural sound to some words, like he's trying to clear his throat out as he speaks. You can't say you've really heard anything like it.
"Is she cute?"
You feel your eye twitch a little, your patience with a man you've not even met already running thin.
"I'm downright adorable!" You yell into the back.
Whatever you expected his reaction to be, it wasn't laughter. The meat wall smiles, and you assume that's a good sign. A few seconds later, a much more reasonably proportioned man appears, except for his face. His face is so... so generic, that you feel like you'd lose him in a crowd of two. Black hair, neatly combed to the side, brown eyes, skin an almost boring beige colour, you didn't think that was a word that could be applied to skin colours, but hey, you learn something new every day- everything about his image is almost designed to be impossible to describe because he's so inherently boring that trying to is an exercise in futility. He seems less like a person and more like the mean result of all people ever.
In the breast pocket of his shirt, a red handkerchief resides, marking out his affiliation, the only notable thing about him besides the cocky grin he's sporting and the small, rather thick rectangular glasses. He looks you over once, and his grin only widens.
"... Well, you're confident, I'll give you that. So, you need work, huh? Who sent you?"
"Achille."
The grin only widens.
"Ooh, well this is unusual! He doesn't usually do that." Gianluca says, shufting the giant out of the way with his hips as he leans on the counter, resting his chin on his laced fingers.
"... Send people to you?"
The grin slides off his face, replaced with an almost annoyed looking sneer.
"Take jobs." He says, tone shifting from the high, almost cheery tone from before to something wholly more... caustic. "I was beginning to wonder if he'd actually given up on the Rossi and just started running some home for unfortunate children."
... Rude.
"Well... we need the money."
"Hmm? To what tune? C minor, B flat, what?"
You blink, before realising he's asking you how much. You don't know how much you trust this guy with details, but at the same time, you need to put across exactly how much you need. Probably a few thousand, maybe a few ten thousand credits.
Saying as much just gets you a bug-eyed stare from the two, and you suddenly feel like you might have made a mistake.
"... Good Lord, kiddo, are you getting ready for a turf war or something?" The big guy asks.
"Mert!" Gianluca says, either having a stroke or saying his friend's name, smacking him in the side as he does. "Not when Mass is on next door!"
"Oh, sorry." Mert, you suppose, quickly apologises.
"I mean, it's not set in stone! Achille said he's gonna check with people, and get a final price. I'm just... trying to eyeball it." You finish lamely.
Gianluca stays quiet for a few moments, before coming to a decision. "... Well, hands are hands are hands for work, so really I could care less about why you need so much money."
"Couldn't care less, Luca." The other guy interjects. "It's couldn't care less."
"No, I could care less. You're the first person from Via Pontano in years, and you come directly to our shop, too, asking for such an... exorbitant sum. You're interesting to me, baby." He says, fixing you with a grin that just about amputates both your arms.
... Get it? Because it's... disarming? It's a disarming grin- I feed you gold, you shit me bronze.
"Anyway! Jobs, yes!" Gianluca ducks behind the counter, hauling up a large records book and dropping it on the counter with a large thud. He flips open to the middle somewhere.
"You keep the jobs in a book? Not, like, on a computer or something?"
"Paper burns." He answers simply, drawing a slight wince from Mert.
Mert. Mert Mert Mert Mert Mert, that's a very odd name, is it short for something?
"Right, jobs, jobs, who needs what done- ah! We have courier jobs, plenty of those around, shopkeepers needing the protection implied in 'protection racket,' some..." He looks at you over his glasses. "... that are probably out of your weight class. No offence."
"I'll be the judge of that, if you don't mind." You tell him bluntly.
"... Hey, no skin off my nose. You know what, just, look through the book yourself, tell me if something interests you.
He flips the book around and you look over the thick, blocky letters of... if you had to guess, Mert's handwriting. A few are crossed out, but the ones that aren't are dated for today and yesterday.
Job Type
Payment Offered
Job Details
[] Courier
20 Credits Per Job
Go to address, pick the package, don't look in the package, go to other address, drop it off. Simple. (Number of Similar Jobs: 20.) (Little to no time taken- can be taken en masse at risk of letting them know you have powers.)
-[] How many jobs do you wanna take?
[] Bodyguard
200 Credits Min.
Someone feels unsafe. Go make them feel safe. Be their big spoon. (Takes most of a day, but you have a chance of repeat customers. Bonus for actually protecting your target. High chance of getting into a fight.)
[] Protection
100 Credits Min.
The someone in question owns a store. (Medium chance of getting in a fight, will take up less of the day, bonuses for actually protecting the store, discount will be offered in that store for your service) (Roll D6)
"I'm a big girl." DC 17, Roll: 13. Failure! Blood Money Jobs Currently Locked! Well? What looks good?
Adhoc vote count started by Prok on Aug 18, 2017 at 4:15 PM, finished with 516 posts and 5 votes.
[X] Protection 50 Credits The someone in question owns a store. (Medium chance of getting in a fight, will take up less of the day, discount will be offered in that store for your service) (Roll D6)
[X] Courier 20 Credits Go to address, pick up package, don't look in the package, go to other address, drop it off. Simple. (Number of Similar Jobs: 20.) (Little to no time taken- can be taken en masse at risk of letting them know you have powers.)
-[X] 10 Jobs.
[X] Bodyguard 100 Credits Someone feels unsafe. Go make them feel safe. Be their big spoon. (Takes most of a day, but you have a chance of repeat customers. High chance of getting into a fight.)
Man, that Mert fellow sure is big. Almost as big as those pillars outside.
He's as built as a Pillar, Man.
[X] Bodyguard 100 Credits Someone feels unsafe. Go make them feel safe. Be their big spoon. (Takes most of a day, but you have a chance of repeat customers. High chance of getting into a fight.)
I also had another thought about how our stand could stop a gun fight before it even began.
Guns in Mass Effect shoot rice grain sized bullets that are shaved off a larger piece of metal. So what if we used our stand to literally steal that block of metal out of the gun. Heck, we could even use this strategy to steal bullets from a regular gun.
[X] Courier 20 Credits Go to address, pick up package, don't look in the package, go to other address, drop it off. Simple. (Number of Similar Jobs: 20.) (Little to no time taken- can be taken .)
-[X] All 20.
[X] Protection 50 Credits The someone in question owns a store. (Medium chance of getting in a fight, will take up less of the day, discount will be offered in that store for your service) (Roll D6)
Let's not risk our lives or slip Pearly Gates' existence just yet
I also had another thought about how our stand could stop a gun fight before it even began.
Guns in Mass Effect shoot rice grain sized bullets that are shaved off a larger piece of metal. So what if we used our stand to literally steal that block of metal out of the gun. Heck, we could even use this strategy to steal bullets from a regular gun.
Right, this is where I have to stop you- Pearly Gates is limited to places Gioia can see, has been to before, or can visualise well enough, possibly with visual aids. If these don't apply, no portal.
What you're suggesting could be possible, but by the point that it's possible for you, the gun is too damaged to be useful anyway.
Oop, fixed. It was going in the same direction you were anyway- While you can take the courier jobs en masse, it will at best make them suspicious of how well you're actually doing the job, and at worst reveal Pearly Gates to them. Well, not, Pearly Gates, exactly, but definitely the fact that you're capable of things not even Vampires should be capable of.
[X] Courier 20 Credits Go to address, pick up package, don't look in the package, go to other address, drop it off. Simple. (Number of Similar Jobs: 20.) (Little to no time taken- can be taken en masse at risk of letting them know you have powers.)
-[X] 10 Jobs.
[X] Protection 50 Credits The someone in question owns a store. (Medium chance of getting in a fight, will take up less of the day, discount will be offered in that store for your service) (Roll D6)
The truth is... no. I'm not dumping excuses on you all. You deserve better from me, end of story.
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In the end, you decide that you should take one of the protection jobs. Courier jobs would give you more money than anything else, you know your basic arithmetic, and you could do them in about an hour, probably, but you don't think that would be the best way to keep your awesome psychic powers hidden from everyone else. Not to mention you don't actually know how you're getting paid, and if it's reliant on coming back here, you're gonna have some explaining to do.
Eh. You don't feel like babysitting someone anyway. At least just guarding a place is easy enough.
There are six places you can see offhand offering guard jobs- you only have names to go off, nothing explaining what they actually sell... meh. Eenie, meenie, minie, mo, catch a tigger by its toe, if it squeals, let it go, eenie, meenie, minie, Rubinacci ok wow that'll do.
"The Rubinacci job?"
Gianluca whistles lowly, impressed by your choice, you suppose.
"Didn't take you for a fashionista! You know where you're going, right?"
You... know it's back in Chiaia, but other than that... not really? Apparently, that's clear to your new taskmaster, because he gives you the address anyway.
Apparently, it's in Via Chiaia.
Who'd've thunk it.
"The whole area's been having some problems with, and I quote, 'Hoodlums in yellow,' and they're looking for someone who can take care of themselves to take care of them in case they come knocking. Eh, sounds like a pretty chill job, honestly, and they're not shy about paying up for it." He frowns, thinking hard about something. "... Uh... is there anything I'm forgetting, uh-"
"Do you have a bank account?" Mert asks you, prompting some kind of revelation in Gianluca.
"Uh, no, I don't. I, generally work for cash."
Heh. 'Work.' You slay you.
"... Dollars?"
"No, lire."
"You poor thing." Gianluca places his hand on your shoulder, and you resist the urge to brush him off. "Hold on, I think I have a spare one around here-"
He ducks under the counter, rooting through what sounds like a small bin of plastic and metallic things. A moment later, with a sound of triumph, he comes back up, narrowly dodging the lip of the counter by a matter of centimetres, brandishing a small metallic... cylinder. It almost looks like The Needle, but in shiny grey, instead of a matte white, and much smaller.
"... What... is it?"
"It's a credit chit! It's like a bank account on a stick- the transfer code's on the side."
You turn it over and see what vaguely looks like a square filled with dots and lines; as if someone decided to print a postage stamp's worth of modern art on there. Below it, a set of numbers and letters. He walks you through how to check how much is on it, and by the end, you have a credit chit, a new app on your phone, and 70 credits that were already on it. You consider telling them about that, but the smile says he already knows.
"So, do they pay me, or do you?"
"You go do the job, I get confirmation you did the job, I pay the base rate into your credit chit. You do anything worth paying extra for, like being especially good at your job and not getting their shit broken while you break other people's shit, making sure they don't get hurt, helping them out with stuff- things like that, they pay the bonus themselves. I gotta say, normally it's a group for protection jobs, you, uh, you sure you're gonna be ok?"
You almost roll your eyes, but you look over just in time to see genuine concern there.
... Hm.
"I'll be fine. I can take care of myself." You try to reassure him. Honestly, yesterday aside, you can handle yourself in a fight. Maybe not against seven people by yourself, but... you're not by yourself anymore, are you?
Mert and Gianluca look at each other.
"... Well, if you're sure. Well, go on, they open in about twenty minutes. Just tell the owner Luca sent you, she'll understand."
You say you will, and your goodbyes, and walk out past the comics and books on fantasy, crime, the sciences, knights and dragons, wizards and spirits, the ancient books, well kept, and through the door, past the marble columns, just in time to see the people leaving mass. The fresh air, cool in your lungs, is a marked change from the musty, dry smell of the shop.
You decide you like it in there. Maybe you should visit just for pleasure, once.
... Maybe twice.
Credit Chit + 70 Credits added to inventory. New total- 123 Credits, $492, 803,634 Italian Lire
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Via Chiaia is a very long, very expensive street, you realise. Connecting Via Santa Caterina and Piazza Trieste E Trento, the street is filled with all types of shop, from restaurants to bakeries to electronics shops, even a shop catering specifically to lingerie, you note while moving a little faster before your blush has a chance to settle in, but you notice that overall the place seems to be mostly clothing shops.
And you're going to one of the most expensive of them all.
Rubinacci. For 17 million lire, a handmade bespoke suit in a week, alongside a six night stay in Casa Rubinacci for those from out of town.
And that's the shop you're guarding today. Well, can't say you're not moving up in life.
After a couple false starts trying to find the place, you figure out it's at the top of the sloped cobblestone path a bit up from the Santa Caterina junction, and walk up to the front door just in time to see a young woman unlocking the door from the inside. This place opens at 11 am?
... Lucky fucks, wish you could start working at 11 am...
Discarding your not entirely sarcastic mental grumbling, you walk up to the door just in time to catch her eye and raise her eyebrow. She opens the door, closing it behind her.
"Can I... help you?" She asks, sounding more curious than anything.
Now that she's not obscured by a door and a sign, you notice that she... she's kinda cute, honestly. High, full cheekbones, full lips, a small snub nose, and eyes so dark they almost border on black. Her hair's held up in a loose, shaggy bun, bar one lock at the front that curls up in front of her face, breaking the symmetry in a way that only draws attention to the other breaks- a beauty mark here, a slight depression there, each only serving to enhance her natural beauty.
Memories of the contents of the lingerie shop you passed on the way here perform the mental equivalent of clearing their throat, and you very quickly grab your voice before it leaves you completely.
"Uh, Luca sent me. Something about... 'hoodlums in yellow,' was the exact phrase used.' You say, trying to sound at least vaguely professional and not like you were just imagining your new boss in a you are derailing that train of thought before it even gets out the station.
The girl looks at you in confusion, before realisation hits. She pinches her nose, sighing.
"Right, yes, of course. Believe it or not, they somehow completely slipped my mind. Come on in."
She walks back inside, and you follow, walking into without a doubt the fanciest looking place you have ever seen. Past the ancient doors of wood and iron and the much more modern glass doors, there are three dominating colours in the store beyond- a warm, golden yellow, fading into a slight orange in places, the wooden floor, a complex pattern of lines and squares that reminds you of a tic-tac-toe board, and the black lacquer finish of the counter, the shelves, pretty much anything that isn't floor, wall, or glass.
On the shelves, you see shirts impeccably folded, both by themselves and in stacks, with ties and ascots folded and curled in them. Along one side, you see a rack filled with neckwear of both varieties, the table between them covered in other accoutrements of the suited male's attire, belts, handkerchiefs...
More interesting, however, are the things that aren't new. On the counter, a paper holder made from three horseshoes welded to a flat bar. On one of the shelves, a Buddhist statue. Above your head right now, a dull bronze chandelier and the cap of an old stone pillar. Throughout the shop, you see similar items, statues, brass busts, maps, a collection of relics that probably predate the shop itself. The fact that they're in such good condition is a small miracle.
The whole shop is a mix of the modern and the borderline medieval, and it works.
"Ok, um-" Your new employer starts to speak, drawing your attention away from the decor and towards the fact you probably just spent the past minute or so looking like a slack-jawed bumpkin. "I... don't really know what to do with you. I mean, no offence, but, you..." She gestures wildly to your surroundings, then to you. "... clash." She finishes lamely, hands still pointed directly at you.
You look down at your black and grey hoodie and jeans and decide she does have a point.
"O...k. I appreciate the honesty, but I'm not sure what I can do about that."
Your employer freezes, suddenly realising something.
"... Dammit. Ugh, I don't- I don't know! I've never done this before! Where do I put you, what do you do, do I give you busy work, why is there only one of you, there's like seven of those banana coloured sons of whores-" She cuts herself off, taking a deep breath and massaging her temples. "Ugh, how did papa deal with this..."
"... Would now be a bad time to tell you this is my first time too?"
Could have phrased that better, could have phrased that so much better-
Your employer gives you a look that makes you wonder if you just killed her with a brain aneurysm, before sighing deeply.
"... Ok! Fine! We're both clueless! Just... ugh..." Your employer rubs her eyes, and you get the feeling this something of a compilation of her worries so far.
You wonder for a moment if it would be awkward to put your hands on her shoulders or something equally touchy-feely, or if you should keep your encouragement solely verbal.
... Eh, fuck it. You walk up to your boss and gently place a hand on her shoulder. The touch seems to gently shock her out of whatever migraine she was fending off, and she looks at you, mild confusion dominating her face.
"Look. I know I don't look like much, and this is the first time either of us has had to deal with things like this, but... we can figure it out together, ok? Besides, I'm no pushover."
That draws a humourless laugh from her.
"These aren't kids playing at gangs, they've hurt people around here. What makes you think you can take on the thugs who've hospitalised three of the vendors on this street?"
You can't help but smirk a little. Oh, you know exactly how you're gonna deal with them. When your boss raises a delicate eyebrow, you realise that wasn't a rhetorical question.
... Ah.
[] ORE WA SUTANDO DA- Show off Pearly Gates. Nothing big, just make some things float, maybe take her through a portal to the front of the shop, you know, the basic. Show her the goods. Impress her a little, you know?
-[] Any particular routine in mind?
[] Backup- "Well, it's not gonna be just me for too long." Pull out your phone, call Cesare, and ask him to get his ass over here. Maybe grab somebody else.
-[] Daria?
-[] Finch?
-[] Vittoria, maybe?
-[] ... Beedle?
[] Don't Drop Your Weapon- Show her the knuckleduster, bullshit some story about your being a damn artist with this thing, you know, just... be to her what Cesare is to you.
[] "... I'm really confident." Then the whole awkward smile thing you do so well. It probably won't inspire confidence in her, but, you know, worth a try.
[] "Hey. Look, I promise you, nothing bad's gonna happen." Look her in the eyes, and impress upon her the gravity of that statement. Maybe go in for the hug you're feeling brave
[] (Write-in)
(While we're here, a note on write-ins from now on- while you have free reign, I reserve the right to colour any particularly Paragon/Renegade-leaning options from now on. If you do it yourself, and at least manage to match the general area of the shade I would give it, it gets a bonus to the morality meter, WHICH IS TOTALLY A THING I JUST HAVEN'T HAD TIME TO WRITE IT OUT PROPERLY OK-)
(One final note. If an option is coloured darker than this shade of red, it's an automatic veto. If you actually manage to get me to colour any option that dark, I'll be both incredibly impressed and disappointed in you.)
Adhoc vote count started by Prok on Aug 27, 2017 at 10:50 AM, finished with 533 posts and 8 votes.
[X] "Hey. Look, I promise you, nothing bad's gonna happen." Look her in the eyes, and impress upon her the gravity of that statement. Maybe go in for the hug you're feeling brave
[X] "... I'm really confident." Then the whole awkward smile thing you do so well. It probably won't inspire confidence in her, but, you know, worth a try.
[X] ORE WA SUTANDO DA- Show off Pearly Gates. Nothing big, just make some things float, maybe take her through a portal to the front of the shop, you know, the basic. Show her thegoods. Impress her a little, you know? -[x] you know them biotic's I have similar talents -[x]Find a door and open it to the roof -[x]Pick up a stone and throw it as far as possible. -[x]wedding carry your boss to show off your mental strength -[x]Smile stare deeply into her eyes and promise we can handle it? [X] call Daria say we're doing a job and might need help later
[X] "Hey. Look, I promise you, nothing bad's gonna happen." Look her in the eyes, and impress upon her the gravity of that statement. Maybe go in for the hug you're feeling brave
[X] "... I'm really confident." Then the whole awkward smile thing you do so well. It probably won't inspire confidence in her, but, you know, worth a try.
[X] ORE WA SUTANDO DA- Show off Pearly Gates. Nothing big, just make some things float, maybe take her through a portal to the front of the shop, you know, the basic. Show her thegoods. Impress her a little, you know?
-[x] you know them biotic's I have similar talents
-[x]Find a door and open it to the roof
-[x]Pick up a stone and throw it as far as possible.
-[x]wedding carry your boss to show off your mental strength
-[x]Smile stare deeply into her eyes and promise we can handle it?
[X] call Daria say we're doing a job and might need help later
[X] "... I'm really confident." Then the whole awkward smile thing you do so well. It probably won't inspire confidence in her, but, you know, worth a try.
The more pathetic she thinks we are, the bigger payoff when we kick all their asses!
