Powers Quest (Original/The Gamer) [Sort-of Hiatus]
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[X] "We've been arguing over the name for the last week. Can't we just go with - " "We're not calling ourselves the Filthy Monkeys. It's stupid." "We're using it ironically." "Well, it's unironically stupid." "Like yours is any better. The Boyz? Sounds like a gay band." "And what's wrong with that?" *Awkward silence* "Nothing Tommy." "Yeah, we're all down. It's just... um... not the direction we wanna go." "So what about the Schoolrats? Since we live in a school?" "Do we actually want people to know where we live?" "Isn't that part of staking out territory?" "I guess, but-" "Guys, focus, we need a name." "Shit..."
[X] Call in subordinates
-[X] "Which one of you asshats slipped me LSD?"
[X] Lazy and un-phaseable, a strange and varied life has led to an attitude that one could rarely if ever describe as 'turbed'.
[X] "We've been arguing over the name for the last week. Can't we just go with - " "We're not calling ourselves the Filthy Monkeys. It's stupid." "We're using it ironically." "Well, it's unironically stupid." "Like yours is any better. The Boyz? Sounds like a gay band." "And what's wrong with that?" *Awkward silence* "Nothing Tommy." "Yeah, we're all down. It's just... um... not the direction we wanna go." "So what about the Schoolrats? Since we live in a school?" "Do we actually want people to know where we live?" "Isn't that part of staking out territory?" "I guess, but-" "Guys, focus, we need a name." "Shit..."
[X] Call in subordinates
-[X] "Which one of you asshats slipped me LSD?"
[X] Lazy and un-phaseable, a strange and varied life has led to an attitude that one could rarely if ever describe as 'turbed'.
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[X] "We've been arguing over the name for the last week. Can't we just go with - " "We're not calling ourselves the Filthy Monkeys. It's stupid." "We're using it ironically." "Well, it's unironically stupid." "Like yours is any better. The Boyz? Sounds like a gay band." "And what's wrong with that?" *Awkward silence* "Nothing Tommy." "Yeah, we're all down. It's just... um... not the direction we wanna go." "So what about the SchoolWererats? Since we live in a school warehouse?" "Do we actually want people to know where we live?" "Isn't that part of staking out territory?" "I guess, but-" "Guys, focus, we need a name." "Shit..."
[X] Call in subordinates
-[X] "Which one of you asshats slipped me LSD?"
[X] Lazy and un-phaseable, a strange and varied life has led to an attitude that one could rarely if ever describe as 'turbed'. Leading a gang is mostly for kicks, and to see if something interesting can be done. Contradictory actions, dropping plans because of a lack of interest, you are still not sure why exactly you are in charge. Might have to do with a silver tongue that talked the police into letting the entire 'gang' off of near felony level charges.
Whatever this is, you feel like it's gonna be a pain in the ass. And that? That's just unacceptable. Arms crossed, you manage to glare (slightly cross-eyed) at the HP bar, as you yell, "Which one of you asshats slipped me LSD?!"
There's a brief silence from outside, followed by the sound of rapid steps to your door (an upstairs foreman's office), which is shoved open to reveal Gregor, several inches taller than you and probably twice as wide. He gives you one of those pitying looks he's so good at, the mother-hen. "Boss, slipping people drugs is bad. I don't think anyone here would do that."
Uh-huh. "Greg, we're a gang now. We do bad things. And don't call me boss."
"Whatever you say, boss."
... For such a nice guy, he really is a snarky asshole. You sigh, relaxing slightly, and attempt to look boss-like and authoritative. "Seriously, Greg. I'm - seeing some weird stuff right now, and finding out if anyone's done anything would be a help."
Gregor frowns. "Kelly's painting one of the walls, but the fumes aren't that bad, and the only drugs we've got here is Mike's weed. What kind of stuff are you seeing?" He steps closer, face creased in worry, gaze flicking over you. "You feeling all right?"
You actually feel... pretty damn good. Even after your usual long lie-in, you don't usually feel so healthy and awake.
[ ] Tell Gregor exactly what you've seen.
[ ] Just be vague about seeing 'things'.
[ ] Write in plan
How much of a gamer are you?
[ ] Video games? You never had the money for them. ... Or maybe you were too lazy. So?
[ ] You've played a few shoot-em-ups and racing games, but they're not really your thing.
[ ] You scrounged up enough to play many of the most well-known ones.
[ ] Write in
[X] Call in subordinates
-[X] "Which one of you asshats slipped me LSD?"
[X] Lazy and un-phaseable, a strange and varied life has led to an attitude that one could rarely if ever describe as 'turbed'. Leading a gang is mostly for kicks, and to see if something interesting can be done. Contradictory actions, dropping plans because of a lack of interest, you are still not sure why exactly you are in charge. Might have to do with a silver tongue that talked the police into letting the entire 'gang' off of near felony level charges.
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Whatever this is, you feel like it's gonna be a pain in the ass. And that? That's just unacceptable. Arms crossed, you manage to glare (slightly cross-eyed) at the HP bar, as you yell, "Which one of you asshats slipped me LSD?!"
There's a brief silence from outside, followed by the sound of rapid steps to your door (an upstairs foreman's office), which is shoved open to reveal Gregor, several inches taller than you and probably twice as wide. He gives you one of those pitying looks he's so good at, the mother-hen. "Boss, slipping people drugs is bad. I don't think anyone here would do that."
Uh-huh. "Greg, we're a gang now. We do bad things. And don't call me boss."
"Whatever you say, boss."
... For such a nice guy, he really is a snarky asshole. You sigh, relaxing slightly, and attempt to look boss-like and authoritative. "Seriously, Greg. I'm - seeing some weird stuff right now, and finding out if anyone's done anything would be a help."
Gregor frowns. "Kelly's painting one of the walls, but the fumes aren't that bad, and the only drugs we've got here is Mike's weed. What kind of stuff are you seeing?" He steps closer, face creased in worry, gaze flicking over you. "You feeling all right?"
You actually feel... pretty damn good. Even after your usual long lie-in, you don't usually feel so healthy and awake.
[ ] Tell Gregor exactly what you've seen.
[ ] Just be vague about seeing 'things'.
[ ] Write in plan
How much of a gamer are you?
[ ] Video games? You never had the money for them. ... Or maybe you were too lazy. So?
[ ] You've played a few shoot-em-ups and racing games, but they're not really your thing.
[ ] You scrounged up enough to play many of the most well-known ones.
[ ] Write in
Nero200
High Priest of Eito, Part Time Nyar.
[X] "Remember last week, when we played laser tag at Kel's brothers birthday, with the in helmet markers of when we got shot?"
As they nod, you point to roughly where on the 'screen' you see the health bar.
"I think it may have damaged my eyes... That, or Mike got ripped off, again."
You try and poke the health bar while Mike starts protesting that surely this dealer wouldn't rip him off like the last seven.
[X] You've played a few different games, you'd play more but... effort, amiright?
As they nod, you point to roughly where on the 'screen' you see the health bar.
"I think it may have damaged my eyes... That, or Mike got ripped off, again."
You try and poke the health bar while Mike starts protesting that surely this dealer wouldn't rip him off like the last seven.
[X] You've played a few different games, you'd play more but... effort, amiright?
Nervos Belli
Don't think this means you've won!
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[X] Just be vague about seeing 'things'.
[X] Video games? You never had the money for them. ... Or maybe you were too lazy. So?
I may be slightly influenced by SAO Abridged's Asuna
[X] Video games? You never had the money for them. ... Or maybe you were too lazy. So?
I may be slightly influenced by SAO Abridged's Asuna
[X] Tell Gregor exactly what you've seen.
[X] You've played a few different games, you'd play more but... effort, amiright?
[X] You've played a few different games, you'd play more but... effort, amiright?
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... did we just vote for a gamer MC who is lazy? does that mean we are not going to be doing any grinding?
[X] Tell Gregor exactly what you've seen.
[X] Video games? You never had the money for them. ... Or maybe you were too lazy. So?
There is no in character reason to hide this, also if we can form a party then our ability to power level our gang buddies into being knockoff metahumans themselves would be awesome for building up our gang.
Not having the money for them is in character, also not having experience with it would be hilarious as it would basically mean we would get a "sidekick" (one of the other gangsters) to teach us. think of all the spaghetti we can spill
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Exactly just beats vaguely by one vote, if we count Nero's as the former, but considering how close it was, I'll err on the side of caution. Same for videogames, which was a close vote too. 
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"I feel fine," you tell him, resisting the urge to poke your... health bar? "It's just weird - like some kind of overlay wherever I look." It's kind of familiar, like something nudging at your memory - do you recognise this from somewhere? Heard of it, maybe?
Gregor looks unconvinced. "You sure? Here, follow this." He holds a finger up, waiting for your eyes to focus on it, before drawing it from side to side. "How is it? Anything weird?"
... Why. Why is there another pop-up in your face. Just. Stay cool, Alex. It's way too much effort to get worked up about things, even if the situation's beginning to get a little clearer. "Uh, there's - there's something a little weird, yeah. Hang on." You wave your hand through the pop-up, vanishing it, staring blankly at where it was - now with a view back to Gregor's finger. "Okay, I'm good now. Keep going!"
"Boss." Ugh. Does he have to sound so annoyed? "I think - more than usual - you might need your head checked out. And maybe some of Mike's weed."
Rolling your eyes, you inch back and drop back down onto the bed, which creaks heavily. Not like you've got the cash for a good one, and it was hard enough getting up here in the first place. Good thing you have friends - or subordinates now, you guess, even if it's hard to think of them that way. "Admittedly, it's kind of different," you say with all the casualness you can muster, "but unless you've found a way for me to score some medical insurance, I think we'll have to make do with the weed."
Gregor snorts. "There's always the other option." By that pointed tone, you know exactly what he means, and pull the appropriate disgusted expression.
[ ] "I'm not going to that damn witch-doctor, no matter how cheap she is. I have other plans for the day..."
-[ ] Write in plan.
[ ] "Let the local witch-doctor stare at me for a few minutes and charge me for the privilege? Sure, why not?"
-[ ] Go by yourself.
-[ ] Go with Gregor.
[ ] Write in.
Are we going to get Drug/Poison resistance if we go with the weed option? Because Alex might not be very appreciative...
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Maybe you'll get a Weeding skill instead!
[X] "Let the local witch-doctor stare at me for a few minutes and charge me for the privilege? Sure, why not?"
-[X] Go by yourself.
A plot hook if I've ever seen one.
-[X] Go by yourself.
A plot hook if I've ever seen one.
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At the moment, it's just how quickly you're working the situation out. I've fudged the close votes so that you've played enough games that you recognise a health bar when you see one, but you don't really know what the hell's going on with the status/skill pop-ups - Alex obviously isn't an RPG fan.
And in case people haven't noticed, you're not seeing the Name/Title/Level over Gregor's head. Let's see how long it takes for you to figure out how to activate them without meta-votes...
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Considering all the votes so far are the same, please partake of an early update.
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"Let the local witch-doctor stare at me for a few minutes and charge me for the privilege? Sure, why not?" You shrug, reaching up to pat your hair flat-ish. Brushing it's way too much trouble for this early in the morning. "Not like I have anything else to do today."
Gregor relaxes a little; most people wouldn't notice, paying more attention to his muscled bulk and the scabs on his knuckles, but you've known the guy since some brat stole his building blocks at kindergarten (spoiler: that brat was you), so you've plenty of experience reading him. "Good to see you're doing something sensible," he praises, the relief obvious. "Want me to come with you?"
"Nah." You neglect to mention the convenient fact that heading to get checked out gets you out of doing actual work. "I can find my own way there, no problem. You guys get on with
(Pick ONE)
[ ] making the base more comfortable."
[ ] surveying the area."
[ ] finding contacts."
[ ] write in."
"Sounds good to me," Gregor agrees, throwing you a mock salute. "Can you put some pants on before you go out, though?"
Yeah, you should probably do that.
[ ] Head straight to the 'doctor's' office. [Average random encounter potential]
[ ] Eh, it's decent weather. Why not just stroll along a more scenic route? [Higher random encounter potential]
[ ] Here's an idea - go somewhere else for a while, and just tell Gregor you visited the witch-doctor!
-[ ] Write in where to do/what to do
[ ] Write in
[X] surveying the area."
[X] Eh, it's decent weather. Why not just stroll along a more scenic route? [Higher random encounter potential]
[X] Eh, it's decent weather. Why not just stroll along a more scenic route? [Higher random encounter potential]