- Location
- Somewhere
Why is Joseph in prison? From what I'm reading he chose to turn himself in and pay the time. Second, if he was that observant why did he marry his wife?
[X] (Friendly) Hey, little brother. How's life treating you? Better than me, I hope.
Doesn't really change the core of next update whatever we choose, but trying to maintain a positive attention starved front could let our brother's guard down.
[X] (Neutral) Richard. I appreciate the gesture, but why exactly are you here?
edmantgoog
init high just high
[X] (Hostile) If you are here to rub your perfect life in my face, please make it short.
- Location
- ireland
[X] (Hostile) If you are here to rub your perfect life in my face, please make it short.
BBBence1111
Harbinger of Bad Luck
- Location
- Magyarország
[X] (Neutral) Richard. I appreciate the gesture, but why exactly are you here?
He took the time to visit us. I feel that earns him at least neutrality.
He took the time to visit us. I feel that earns him at least neutrality.
- Location
- Somewhere
He's here because there is a legal issue involving the PC. The details around the legal matter such as if he was assinged as a lawyer to us, he wanted this, or something else. Are going to be explained, or left out, depending on choice.
Huh, because we didn't make an outside influence connection we were fated to gain the brother at this point if this is a 'free my relative from prison using legal methods'. I'd prefer the lawyer was a mystery with the 3 choices we have possible, charisma option might have a winning chance.
Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] (Neutral) Richard. I appreciate the gesture, but why exactly are you here?
- Location
- singapore
[X] (Neutral) Richard. I appreciate the gesture, but why exactly are you here?
[X] (Hostile) If you are here to rub your perfect life in my face, please make it short.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] (Neutral) Richard. I appreciate the gesture, but why exactly are you here?
We may not make good choices, but this is the closest that we've gotten to possible help in some capacity in a long time. He could be here for another reason, but it's better to be optimistic. The possibility of things not being that simple, it being our brother, and that he clearly wants things to be professional, definitely rule out the more positive option, but hostile feels rash.
We may not make good choices, but this is the closest that we've gotten to possible help in some capacity in a long time. He could be here for another reason, but it's better to be optimistic. The possibility of things not being that simple, it being our brother, and that he clearly wants things to be professional, definitely rule out the more positive option, but hostile feels rash.
ConfusedPotato
Unverified Verifier
- Location
- Australia
[X] (Neutral) Richard. I appreciate the gesture, but why exactly are you here?
Kir the Wizard
The Sun King
- Location
- Ukraine
[X] (Neutral) Richard. I appreciate the gesture, but why exactly are you here?
Ultramandalore
Errant Quester
- Location
- just south of Parts Unknown
[X] (Friendly) Hey, little brother. How's life treating you? Better than me, I hope.
[X] (Neutral) Richard. I appreciate the gesture, but why exactly are you here?
A Tank Named Tank
- Location
- secret base
- Pronouns
- She/Her
You never knew what was on your brother's mind. It was a bit sad, but the two of you could barely be called casual acquaintances, much less friends. He had his own friends, interests, dislikes, and none of which you could name.
"Richard," you said. It used to be Richie, but he looked to old and business-like to be called that now. He looked like the kind of a man that measured everything he did to present it in the best possible light.
"I appreciate the gesture." It was a lie that came out easily since a small part of you was really happy to talk to someone who wasn't either a crook or a warden. "Why exactly are you here?"
It didn't add up in your mind. You were in this godforsaken place for too long. If he was searching for you at some point, he did recently, which meant he wanted to find you, and if he wanted to find you, you would very much like to know the reason.
"You're sharp," he said and looked at his hands. They were clutched tightly, which was never a good sign. Richard, from what little you remembered, had this habit for years. He did that when he was nervous.
"Not sharp enough," you shrugged, trying to make him ease up a bit. "They wouldn't have caught me otherwise."
Richard didn't do jokes. At the very least, he didn't do jokes the way you did. It was like you were on different wavelengths, and almost everything he did made you slightly uncomfortable. It was a shared sentiment, too.
"Yes," he nodded uneasily, then looked you in the eyes. "You were gone for a very long time. A lot of things changed. Dad divorced, married a woman your age and is now living in Naples… the one in France, not Florida. I am getting married this year. Her name is Jane. As for Mom…"
"Mom is dead," Richard said. "Cancer. Refused the chemotherapy and just… She was living on her own, so it took some time for me to find out." He scratched the back of his neck the same way your father did. For a moment, he looked exactly like your father.
"Did she," you chocked on your own words and repeated your question again. "Did she know?" It was all you could come up with. Did your mother know how much of a screw-up you were? A billion-dollar question, if you heard one.
"She didn't," Richard said. "No one of us did. Dad… didn't care, and Mom didn't want to know. She probably thought you were a waiter in Chicago or something like that. It was easier this way."
"Oh," you said.
"I took care of everything," he continued. "She had a beautiful funeral. I thought you'd want to know that… Dad was there, too."
There were many things you wanted to say, some of which were far from polite, but all that came out was one tired word. "Good."
"Yes," he nodded. "I… I need to go. But I'll come back. I'm living not far from here, so I can visit you often."
"Why?" you said. You weren't sure what exactly you meant by that. So many different meanings bleeding together. Why would you want to spend your time on someone like me? Why did you come all this way just to tell me all this? Why did you bother in the first place?
"Because we're family," he smiled. It was barely there, but it was unquestionable a smile. "For better or worse."
He left, leaving you stunned. The prison staff guided you to your cell, and you even felt one of them pat you on the shoulder. Just for a few moments, but you felt that. A shred of compassion in what felt like an eternity.
You sat down on your bed and put your head into your hands. It was too much. The thoughts swarmed your head, leaving you no room to think. You needed to organize them. Keep them in check. Keep yourself in control.
It was hard. Your mother was dead.
Your mother that was too weak to stand up to her husband for once in her entire life. Your mother that so often seemed either confused or outright afraid of you. Your mother that… baked your cookies, tucked you in and read you bedtime stories. Your mother that always made sure to tell you that she loved you. Your mother that didn't hurt a single living soul in her entire life.
Your mother that you made sure to disappoint at any chance you could get.
By this point, you felt moisture at your palms. Tears. You were crying. For the first time in years, you were crying, trying to choke back sobs and failing. All because you missed your Mom. Because you couldn't return to her as a free man and tell her you loved her.
"Looks like I caught you at a bad time."
You looked up and saw a silhouette of a man. Just a green cloud that was vaguely human-shaped. It had two tiny lights in the place where eyes should be.
"My bad," it said. "But this isn't exactly the kind of a thing I can have a second go at, pal. Hear me out, and then feel free to do whatever you were doing a moment ago. We cool?"
You nodded, not sure what that thing wanted from you.
"Cool," it said. "So, my employer is gathering people with unique talents. Special people. People like you and me. Freaks, if you want."
"Freaks," you parroted.
"Yep. The name's Arsine, by the way. My power is that I'm a toxic cloud. Doesn't sound that impressive, but it has its uses. For one, I'm really fucking good at killing people. For two," he stopped for a second. "that's mostly it, actually."
"What do you want from me?" you asked.
"You. We want you. Well, we want people like you, but I'm pretty sure you are a people like you, so… Yeah. Long story short, we're organizing a prison break today, and I'm making sure that the people my employer wants freed know what to do when shit hits the fan."
"You want to break me out," you said.
"You. Ophidian in that cell. Green Bomber in the neighboring bloc. I think Piranha is somewhere around here. Plenty of supers to break out."
"And how are you going to do that?"
"What a tank," Arsine said smugly. "Wait, that came out wrong. Not a tank. Just Tank. He's the new guy. The more he runs, the tougher and stronger he gets. We're going to use him to cause some commotion and mess up some real shit. Meanwhile, yours truly is going to locate you guys and lead you out to freedom. Choke a few bitches, too, if I'm in the mood."
"You're crazy," you pointed out.
"I'm a literal cloud of pure poison. Morals is for the meat people. So, tough guy, are you in or are you out? Between you and me, I would say yes."
[] "Yeah, sure. Whatever you say." (Warn the guards later)
[] "I… I need some time to think."
[] "Go to hell. I'm done with this shit."
[] "I'm in. Better not make me regret this decision."
"Richard," you said. It used to be Richie, but he looked to old and business-like to be called that now. He looked like the kind of a man that measured everything he did to present it in the best possible light.
"I appreciate the gesture." It was a lie that came out easily since a small part of you was really happy to talk to someone who wasn't either a crook or a warden. "Why exactly are you here?"
It didn't add up in your mind. You were in this godforsaken place for too long. If he was searching for you at some point, he did recently, which meant he wanted to find you, and if he wanted to find you, you would very much like to know the reason.
"You're sharp," he said and looked at his hands. They were clutched tightly, which was never a good sign. Richard, from what little you remembered, had this habit for years. He did that when he was nervous.
"Not sharp enough," you shrugged, trying to make him ease up a bit. "They wouldn't have caught me otherwise."
Richard didn't do jokes. At the very least, he didn't do jokes the way you did. It was like you were on different wavelengths, and almost everything he did made you slightly uncomfortable. It was a shared sentiment, too.
"Yes," he nodded uneasily, then looked you in the eyes. "You were gone for a very long time. A lot of things changed. Dad divorced, married a woman your age and is now living in Naples… the one in France, not Florida. I am getting married this year. Her name is Jane. As for Mom…"
"Mom is dead," Richard said. "Cancer. Refused the chemotherapy and just… She was living on her own, so it took some time for me to find out." He scratched the back of his neck the same way your father did. For a moment, he looked exactly like your father.
"Did she," you chocked on your own words and repeated your question again. "Did she know?" It was all you could come up with. Did your mother know how much of a screw-up you were? A billion-dollar question, if you heard one.
"She didn't," Richard said. "No one of us did. Dad… didn't care, and Mom didn't want to know. She probably thought you were a waiter in Chicago or something like that. It was easier this way."
"Oh," you said.
"I took care of everything," he continued. "She had a beautiful funeral. I thought you'd want to know that… Dad was there, too."
There were many things you wanted to say, some of which were far from polite, but all that came out was one tired word. "Good."
"Yes," he nodded. "I… I need to go. But I'll come back. I'm living not far from here, so I can visit you often."
"Why?" you said. You weren't sure what exactly you meant by that. So many different meanings bleeding together. Why would you want to spend your time on someone like me? Why did you come all this way just to tell me all this? Why did you bother in the first place?
"Because we're family," he smiled. It was barely there, but it was unquestionable a smile. "For better or worse."
He left, leaving you stunned. The prison staff guided you to your cell, and you even felt one of them pat you on the shoulder. Just for a few moments, but you felt that. A shred of compassion in what felt like an eternity.
You sat down on your bed and put your head into your hands. It was too much. The thoughts swarmed your head, leaving you no room to think. You needed to organize them. Keep them in check. Keep yourself in control.
It was hard. Your mother was dead.
Your mother that was too weak to stand up to her husband for once in her entire life. Your mother that so often seemed either confused or outright afraid of you. Your mother that… baked your cookies, tucked you in and read you bedtime stories. Your mother that always made sure to tell you that she loved you. Your mother that didn't hurt a single living soul in her entire life.
Your mother that you made sure to disappoint at any chance you could get.
By this point, you felt moisture at your palms. Tears. You were crying. For the first time in years, you were crying, trying to choke back sobs and failing. All because you missed your Mom. Because you couldn't return to her as a free man and tell her you loved her.
"Looks like I caught you at a bad time."
You looked up and saw a silhouette of a man. Just a green cloud that was vaguely human-shaped. It had two tiny lights in the place where eyes should be.
"My bad," it said. "But this isn't exactly the kind of a thing I can have a second go at, pal. Hear me out, and then feel free to do whatever you were doing a moment ago. We cool?"
You nodded, not sure what that thing wanted from you.
"Cool," it said. "So, my employer is gathering people with unique talents. Special people. People like you and me. Freaks, if you want."
"Freaks," you parroted.
"Yep. The name's Arsine, by the way. My power is that I'm a toxic cloud. Doesn't sound that impressive, but it has its uses. For one, I'm really fucking good at killing people. For two," he stopped for a second. "that's mostly it, actually."
"What do you want from me?" you asked.
"You. We want you. Well, we want people like you, but I'm pretty sure you are a people like you, so… Yeah. Long story short, we're organizing a prison break today, and I'm making sure that the people my employer wants freed know what to do when shit hits the fan."
"You want to break me out," you said.
"You. Ophidian in that cell. Green Bomber in the neighboring bloc. I think Piranha is somewhere around here. Plenty of supers to break out."
"And how are you going to do that?"
"What a tank," Arsine said smugly. "Wait, that came out wrong. Not a tank. Just Tank. He's the new guy. The more he runs, the tougher and stronger he gets. We're going to use him to cause some commotion and mess up some real shit. Meanwhile, yours truly is going to locate you guys and lead you out to freedom. Choke a few bitches, too, if I'm in the mood."
"You're crazy," you pointed out.
"I'm a literal cloud of pure poison. Morals is for the meat people. So, tough guy, are you in or are you out? Between you and me, I would say yes."
[] "Yeah, sure. Whatever you say." (Warn the guards later)
[] "I… I need some time to think."
[] "Go to hell. I'm done with this shit."
[] "I'm in. Better not make me regret this decision."