Wanderlust (Worm Quest AU)
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[X] Cult Leader
Must be done for the good of all, just think about it, if we're going to look for parahumans, we're searching with the force of four people over a city, whereas if we get our cult started now, we can use them to find more parahumans WAY faster, and we'll seem like a better base for these newly traumatised powerful people to jump into.
Like if you just went through your worst day, would you rather join up with three douchebags and one of them's dad or would you rather join with a tight knit community of down on their luck people being raised up?
Spoiler, you'll want the stability.
Must be done for the good of all, just think about it, if we're going to look for parahumans, we're searching with the force of four people over a city, whereas if we get our cult started now, we can use them to find more parahumans WAY faster, and we'll seem like a better base for these newly traumatised powerful people to jump into.
Like if you just went through your worst day, would you rather join up with three douchebags and one of them's dad or would you rather join with a tight knit community of down on their luck people being raised up?
Spoiler, you'll want the stability.
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[X] Talent Hunt
A cult is a good way to gain power due to our shard but with the resources we have the cult we would start would frankly be dogshit. We need infrastructure before we take advantage of the less fortunate, Aaron.
A cult is a good way to gain power due to our shard but with the resources we have the cult we would start would frankly be dogshit. We need infrastructure before we take advantage of the less fortunate, Aaron.
[X] Talent Hunt
- Location
- Louisiana
On an unironic note here are the points for and against cult leader. Cult leader is, to me, the safer option. It doesn't require us to hunt down parahumans that the government ALSO happens to be hunting. The stuff we're looking for to try to track these people down? Likely the same type of leads the feds are hunting. This has a higher chance of having a direct run in with the conspiracy, assuming we keep the cult thing relatively low key.
Cult leader is also significantly better at manipulating relationships. Our power is significantly stronger depending on the strength of our bond with the person. The entire point of this cult is to foster unhealthy but extremely strong attachments between followers, giving them competitive superpowers that we get to actually pick and tailor to what we need. (As shown with Aaron, we have some wiggle room in what we pick). Any parahumans we find will start at a very low relationship, even saving Edgar's life only gave us an f tier grab bag power. It's only after multiple turns of repeated socialing with him that we gained the ability to block 1 bullet with broken ribs. These powers aren't god killers, they're shit tier powers that may add up to one decent power if we get a lot of them.
In comparison, Aaron has an extremely powerful superpower that has given us insane value. The main benefit of talent recruitment is just that, we recruit talent. It's not about michaels boost, it's about getting a team of fully realized superheroes without needing to cultivate them.
Anyway I think cult leader is more interesting since it really focuses on the bond manipulation, plus we can always use our newly founded cult to search for parahumans once we've laid the groundwork. Cult leader Michael doesn't lock out the idea of searching for parahumans, it just lets us build an army before we start competing with the Feds on talent recruitment.
Cult leader is also significantly better at manipulating relationships. Our power is significantly stronger depending on the strength of our bond with the person. The entire point of this cult is to foster unhealthy but extremely strong attachments between followers, giving them competitive superpowers that we get to actually pick and tailor to what we need. (As shown with Aaron, we have some wiggle room in what we pick). Any parahumans we find will start at a very low relationship, even saving Edgar's life only gave us an f tier grab bag power. It's only after multiple turns of repeated socialing with him that we gained the ability to block 1 bullet with broken ribs. These powers aren't god killers, they're shit tier powers that may add up to one decent power if we get a lot of them.
In comparison, Aaron has an extremely powerful superpower that has given us insane value. The main benefit of talent recruitment is just that, we recruit talent. It's not about michaels boost, it's about getting a team of fully realized superheroes without needing to cultivate them.
Anyway I think cult leader is more interesting since it really focuses on the bond manipulation, plus we can always use our newly founded cult to search for parahumans once we've laid the groundwork. Cult leader Michael doesn't lock out the idea of searching for parahumans, it just lets us build an army before we start competing with the Feds on talent recruitment.
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Not yet invincible
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Bluntly, we'd better get powers for ourselves, rather than handing out random powers to unknown people of uncertain loyalties. Not only do we recruit people of certain utility, we also get a chance to fish for potentially gamechanging powers for ourselves like Aaron's power. The fact is that powers compound on each other, and sufficiently synergistic powers are transformative. Consider how powerful Eidolon or Glastig Uaine were, compared to their fellows.
Moreover, trying to run herd on a crowd of parahumans big enough to qualify as a cult is likely to expose us too quickly, and if we're exposed, it's over. Being known as a power granter is way too much heat for us to afford currently. Better to build a small core of officers that we can then use for a later organization, one that isn't a cult, and less likely to promote unhealthy mentalities in Michael.
Moreover, trying to run herd on a crowd of parahumans big enough to qualify as a cult is likely to expose us too quickly, and if we're exposed, it's over. Being known as a power granter is way too much heat for us to afford currently. Better to build a small core of officers that we can then use for a later organization, one that isn't a cult, and less likely to promote unhealthy mentalities in Michael.
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[X] Look for Mr. Tabbins
-[X] Try to use social cloud in conjunction with Aaron's feedback to narrow down where he might be. Share your concerns that something related to your powers might have happened to the cat.
[X] Look for Mr. Tabbins
-[X] Try to use social cloud in conjunction with Aaron's feedback to narrow down where he might be. Share your concerns that something related to your powers might have happened to the cat.
thewhiteraven22
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[X] Cult Leader
- Location
- Louisiana
I'd definitely argue it's the other way around that we should be doing that. Having a large group of people willing to actively support our search and rescue is much more effective as a plan of attack. More capes doesn't do much for our recruitment, since the main draw is Michael giving people powers and Aaron's pseudo brainwashing. It's possible we find superpowers that are able to enhance our cult development, but I wouldn't bet money on that gacha. It just makes more sense to lay the groundwork for the cult first and then branch out once we've developed a functional network of mid powered capes.
Neither of these are mutually exclusive with each other, but I'd argue cult leader is much easier to transition into talent recruitment than the other way around. (Especially since cult leader specifically forces us to develop and utilize social skills we have long since abandoned. Helpful for recruiting people without Aaron's brainwashing cheat code later on).
The offer to switch to Cult leader still stands provided we Outline Tactics to make it explicitly less.. culty. And the cat mystery ofc.
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Logos 2.7
Gabbie
That One Writer
- Location
- Italy
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It was pretty breezy outside, the humidity of the waning hours of the afternoon swept away by the rising wind. The streets smelled fresher than they usually do, the suffocating miasma of smog slightly abated by the strong winds blowing away the pollutants. The sunsets' colors brushed against the sky, painting it with deep shades of orange.
Cars and trucks drove through the streets at an incredibly uniform pace, almost like a colony of ants all walking in line, to and from their anthill. The sight was almost entrancing, interesting, fascinating; in different circumstances, it'd have been nice to sit back and watch it happen.
Michael, Edgar and Hilary were all dressed in inconspicuous clothing, to make sure their silhouettes matched as closely as possible. Light hoodies, oversized trousers, hats or hoods on, and the like. It was almost funny how large the clothes were on them, but it was necessary.
They were going out to look for people with superpowers, the same kind of people the conspiracy was actively looking for if not hunting. The same conspiracy that had attacked them in the middle of the night two weeks prior.
It was an exhilarating kind of risk that they were taking, MIchael realized; the irrational, magnetic draw of the possibility of feeling adrenaline like that again made him both jittery and scared. They were going rabbit hunting at the same time as bloodhounds, while wearing rabbit sausage themselves.
Leaving the safety of their apartment and closing the door behind them, Hilary almost instantly started asking questions. "So, any idea where we are going?"
"Eh…" Michael rubbed the hair on the back of his head as he considered. The hair he'd cut was regrowing very nicely, he noticed. City center was a good option to start with - go where the citizen density was higher. "I guess the city center? That's where most people are, so it's a good idea to start there."
"That makes sense," Edgar agreed with a nod, turning towards Hilary.
She looked at them both for a while. She sighed, shaking her head and starting to speak, almost like a mother to her children.
"Look, no offense, but you don't know anything about this city. At this time of day, everyone's leaving work, so most people will be in the Commercial District," she chided, her hands gesticulating wildly even through the pockets of her hoodie. "Either in a car, or in some bar or restaurant there."
"No offense taken, you're just right," Edgar said, shrugging.
Michael, on the other hand, felt a twinge of annoyance at being proven wrong - it felt like a blister on your sole that you kept stepping on.
"Lead the way, in that case," Michael said, a little sharp.
Hilary gave him a weird look as she moved to the front of their little formation. Cars honked angrily, drivers shouted at each other as traffic slowed down, but that was normal in a packed city like Sonnesburg, all things considered.
As they navigated the streets, the smell of the city got better and better. It felt less smoggy, less heavy and 'impending-doom-like,' and way more pleasant. It was weird, since they were standing next to a quite trafficked street.
"Any reason why the city smells significantly better 'round here? Obvious 'industrial district' angle aside," Michael asked, struggling to keep the smug out of his voice.
Hilary's stance visibly brightened. "Sonnesburg is the city in Massachuchets with the most parks and green areas! On top of that, we use special air purifying technology that filters most of the bigger pollutants in the city's air."
"Wouldn't that waste, like, more energy than it's worth?" Edgar pointed out, though looking moderately interested.
"There's some geothermal sources we draw energy from, located all around Mount Greylock," Hilary said excitedly. She almost sounded cute, Michael noted with a keen ear.
"How do you know so much about this stuff?" Michael asked flatly.
"My dad works in the City Hall as the chief of engineers or whatever the hell his position is called," Hilary replied, the excitement still not leaving her voice. "He used to talk to me about this stuff all the time."
Edgar and Michael both stopped, and stared at her for a long time.
"Oh my fucking god," Michael deadpanned, a burning coal blazing in his stomach, boiling him from the inside. Edgar simply watched, seemingly unsure of what to say.
Hilary instantly stopped, her body shrinking a size or two. "What?"
"Did it not occur to you that the fact that your father holds a relatively prestigious and powerful government position is an important fact to mention in the situation we're in?" Michael asked sharply, enunciating every word slowly and clearly, as if he was talking to a fucking idiot, because that's who he felt he was talking to.
"I-" Hilary recoiled, her expression turning a shade harder. "Look, we've all been under stress, alright? I've been chided all my childhood about bragging about my dad's job, so excuse me if it's not the first thing I think to do with literal strangers!"
"This isn't fucking kindergarten, Hilary!" Michael almost yelled, doing his best to keep his voice in check. The simmering anger in his chest was close to bursting into flames. "Our lives are on the line!"
As their argument heated up, people walking in the streets started to look their way. Most ignored them or walked past without saying much, but a couple of stragglers were slowing down purposefully, to eavesdrop.
Edgar walked between both Michael and Hilary and raised two placating hands in front of both. "Let's calm down, guys, alright? You're right, Michael, we're not kids in kindergarten, so stop throwing temper tantrums over this."
Michael clicked his tongue, his head snapping in the other direction, to stop looking at both of them.
Edgar turned towards Hilary. "Hilary, mentioning it would've been better and it's kind of weird that you didn't do it in the week we've spent together given what we've talked about, but I also understand why you didn't think to do it."
Hilary sagged slightly, turning her back towards a wall to lean on it. She sighed, folding her arms to her chest. She sounded genuine, even slightly withdrawn, as she said, "I'm sorry."
Edgar turned towards Michael, expectantly.
Michael rolled his eyes internally. "Yeah, sorry."
It was turning dark, the orange colors of the sunset sky making space for the colder hues of the starry firmament. The temperature also dropped, making Michael rather glad they'd chosen to wear hoodies in early September.
The group resumed walking, a moderate tension formed among them.
The frustration inside Michael was festering, like a pustule filled with infected pus. Curious to see what both Edgar and Hilary were currently thinking of him, he looked into their Clouds and noticed something peculiar.
Their clouds were denser, but not because anything had changed about their shape or contents, but because it was being compressed by some sort of invisible force. Colors were surrounding the halo of the cloud, as though leaking in, though the shades were too muted to properly identify.
Michael frowned in thought. "Guys, stop."
They both did, and turned to look at Michael.
Mustering all of his psychological strength, Michael looked Hilary in the eyes and said, "I'm really sorry about my blow up earlier, I don't know what got into me. I apologize."
Ugh. I'm never saying that again.
"Well, g-good!" Hilary replied, her cheeks turning rosy for a second.
Her cloud changed shape, growing in size despite the compression that Michael couldn't understand. The colors that were leaking in were pushed back out. Crisis averted?
The colors leaked back in, the cloud compressed once more.
"That was still uncalled for! I almost died ten days ago, then I got thrust into-"
Edgar stepped forward again, stopping her altogether. He dragged both Hilary and Michael in a nearby alleyway, out of sight. "Michael. What did you notice?"
"How are you feeling right now, Edgar?" Michael asked roughly, as if in a hurry.
Edgar blanked in confusion. "Me? Angry, I suppose, I'm frustrated since you've been a dick to Hilary for almost no reason."
"How much on a scale from one to ten?"
Edgar looked at Michael for a long while. Then his eyes brightened in realization when he, too, made the connection. "Unreasonably so for a situation like this."
"Yeah," Michael said, a tone of finality entering his voice. He lowered his tone and approached both of them. "This is superpower shit at work. Look at other people around us. Don't be too obvious about it."
They all did, and the pieces started clicking for Hilary as well. The drivers were shouting obscenities at each other, some had gotten out of their cars to shout at each other directly. People in general looked more skittish, frustrated, argumentative for argument's sake, panicked, all types of over-the-top emotional reactions to things.
"Hey, Edgar?" Hilary whispered. "Try bumping into someone."
Edgar grimaced in indignation. "Why me?!"
"You can take it you big wuss, you have an anti-everything shield," Michael said, giving him a forceful pat in the back. His hand was repelled backwards with almost double the force of his pat. "Do as Hilary says, she's got a point."
"Ugh, fine," Edgar muttered, walking out onto the sidewalk carelessly.
It took less than ten seconds for him to bump into some random guy that was just calmly walking by. They both grunted, the man almost falling over from the hit and recoiling from Edgar's power.
"Oops, sorry!" Edgar said, offering the man an easygoing smile.
"You fucking idiot, what the fuck is your problem?!" the man exclaimed forcefully, some spittle flying out of his mouth. He moved up to Edgar, being slightly taller than him, and stared him right in the face. "Do you want me to put you in the fucking ground, you mutt?"
"Hey, chill o-"
Edgar couldn't finish speaking before a fist made contact with his face. Obviously, the man's arm went flying in the opposite direction, and the man screamed in pain, his knuckles probably broken by the impact and resulting counterforce.
In the split moment it took for this sequence of events to happen, the man's entire demeanor changed from angry ape to scaredy cat. Quite interesting to see, really.
He looked up, a desperate pleading expression on his face. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, his breath irregular and downright terrified. "God, I'm so-sorry, please, don't kill me, oh God, oh God, please-"
Edgar knelt down next to the man, who flinched at that action, but then Edgar put a hand on the guy's shoulder and reassured him. "Man, it's alright. Everything's okay, right? No harm done, I'm fine."
The man nodded, sniffling. He wiped his nose with his sleeve, and Edgar helped him up on his feet and sent him on his way after some talking.
Edgar went back to the group and nodded. "Yep, something turbo freaky is going on around here."
"Why did I not get as angry as Michael did, earlier?" Hilary asked.
"Everyone is being affected, so it's not something targeting us specifically. I have an idea," Michael said.
It was fair to assume that whatever power this was, it had a rather large area of effect. How big, though, they didn't know yet - as such, Michael proposed that they 'triangulate' the position of this supe by moving out in a certain radius and then working their way back in, determining whether or not they were in the area of effect by observing the behavior of people around them as well as keeping track of their own emotions.
It took more than an hour for them to triangulate this supe's position, but around a quarter to ten in the evening, they'd pinned down the location of this individual to a run-down, abandoned building nestled between two larger condominium complexes. The close vicinity to two buildings filled with people suggested that this individual had some reason to favor utilizing his power on large groups for long periods of time.
With that said, Michael and the group entered one of the two buildings. After some deliberation - read: rock, paper scissors to decide who talks with the receptionist - Edgar stepped forward and approached the desk, while Hilary went to look through the windows of the abandoned building.
The man sitting behind the desk was an older man, probably in his mid-to-late sixties, wearing a security guard uniform. He had a neatly-trimmed gray mustache and no hair on his head. He would've looked intimidating, had it not been for the relaxed and happy smile on his face.
"Good evening sir," Edgar started, as polite and nice as he could. "Could I ask a few questions?"
"For sure, young man," he replied in the chillest tone ever, leaning forward. "What do you need?"
"I apologize for my bluntness in asking, but have you noticed any weird behaviors in this building?" Edgar queried, placing a lazy hand on the desk between them.
"Oh, yeah. The couple on the second floor won't stop arguing, the dogs never stop barking, we've had two different people break their doors in anger because the locks didn't work, there's a couple that fucks all the time no matter what time is it… should I go on?" the man said, listing off event after event by counting on his fingers.
Edgar nodded. "When did these things start happening?"
"'Round three weeks ago." The man leaned back in his chair. "Are you some kind of PI?"
"Yeah, you could say that," Edgar replied, followed with a chuckle. "Well, that's it. Thank you."
After exiting the condominium, Michael and Edgar joined back with Hilary in an alleyway in front of the building the supposed super was in.
"There's a bunch of homeless people, like, three or four guys just sleeping, while one girl is sitting in a corner with what I can only assume is her dog," Hilary reported back.
Michael sighed and leaned against a wall. He felt rather disheartened, demoralized that it had taken them that long, but at the same time he felt rather happy that they did manage to find this guy before the feds did. "Safe to assume the awake one is the one with powers, given the effect is still ongoing."
"My power doesn't drop when I'm asleep," Edgar pointed out.
"Your power is passive defense with very little active components," Michael said, feeling a twinge of annoyance that he'd by now learned to ignore.
"Yeah, an emotion-heightening aura could very well be a constant, passive effect for all we know," Hilary said gently, nodding her head towards Edgar. "He has a point."
"Uughh, you guys are right and I'm irrationally bothered by that fact and it won't stop until we deal with that woman," Michael groaned out, planting his face in both hands and rubbing it up and down.
"So, we go in and approach her?" Edgar asked, tone wary.
"No two ways about it, we gotta stop her before this gets any uglier than it already is," Hilary said resolutely. She seemed more determined than she had any right to be. Probably caused by that girl's power as well.
"Alright, let's flip a coin. Heads, we go in, tails, we retreat and come back another time."
And thus, the coin was flipped, and…
"Heads," Edgar said.
"Fuuuck," Michael sighed out, throwing his head back. His heart was racing against his chest, and he could tell it wasn't the byproduct of any power. They'd be raiding a supe's home in less than five minutes now. "You're entering first, Edgar."
Edgar sighed deeply. "Sure, I'll be you guys' bullet or laser sponge."
"Same," Hilary said, smiling towards Michael. "We'll be big and strong and protect you, alright Mike?"
Michael looked down and stood up, attempting to hide the blush on his face with the cover of darkness. The fact that she sounded genuine in saying that made it so much worse.
The three approached the building and quietly opened the door, Edgar and Hilary going in before Michael did, shielding him with their body.
The place was dark and very large, their footsteps echoing in the entire room as their shoes crunched glass shards underneath. It looked almost like an abandoned, still-intact warehouse, with cement pillars holding up the now-absent second-story floor, as well as pieces of rebar scattered around the place. The moonlight shining in through the half-broken windows was casting delicate, pleasant shadows and manifold refractions of its beams.
Off in the corners and next to the walls, several people - no more than five or six, so Hilary had been about accurate in her count - were laying on the ground, in sleeping bags, covered by several layers of old blankets and sheets of cardboard. All the way in the corner opposite to them, a girl was apparently napping with her dog.
Michael and Edgar looked at each other, and then both looked at Hilary. They shared a look that spoke more than words, and it was decided right then and there that she'd be doing the approaching and the talking.
No young woman would feel safe, being approached by two poorly-dressed men smack-dab in the middle of the night.
The girl was wrapped in a couple of blankets and she was half-sitting on top of a sheet of cardboard. Her hair was green on the tips, the regrowth being ash-blond. It was hard to make out any other features in the dark. She looked no older than thirty. Her dog was a large golden retriever.
Michael and Edgar stood back, half-hidden behind a pillar but out enough so that they could be seen if you were looking for them, while Hilary approached the girl and purposefully made enough noise that she'd expect her approach. The dog looked at Hilary warily, growling quietly.
"Hi?" Hilary greeted hesitantly, squatting down in front of her. "Are you… are you awake?"
The girl stirred in her sleep, placing a hand on the dog, who calmed down almost instantly. "I am now… whatcha want? I don't have any more canned tuna, sorry."
Hilary looked back towards Edgar and MIchael, who gave her a thumbs up. She turned back to the girl. "How to, uhm… how to put this…"
The girl opened her eyes and finally looked at Hilary. She smiled groggily, her eyes still half-closed. "Yeah?"
"Have you noticed what's been going on around here?" Hilary asked, tilting her head to one side. "It's quite dangerous out, I'd say."
"Yeah, everyone has something they hold in, deep down," the girl agreed, with a nod, as she stirred and adjusted her position so she was sitting up, looking at Hilary. She seemed proud. "All they need is a push, and they shove it out."
"So it's you?" Hilary asked.
This doesn't feel right.
"Who's asking? Are you the police? The feds?" the girl asked, folding her arms. Her dog resumed growling, although quietly and not enough to show teeth.
"I'm someone like you, and so are my friends," Hilary said, pointing behind herself. Michael and Edgar came out from behind the pillar and waved. "We're looking for people like you, like us, because bad people out there are looking to harm us. Strength in unity and all that, right?"
"Right," the girl said.
Hilary's arms dropped to her sides, staring blankly forward. Both Michael and Edgar turned and looked at each other, and Michael felt nothing at all. The world felt drowned out, gray, bland and tasteless.
"Are you here to harm me?" the girl asked, to all three.
"No," they all replied one after the other.
"Are you here to abduct me?"
"No."
"Will you otherwise do something bad to me?"
"No."
The effect faded, and Michael breathed in for what felt like the first time in ten years. He hadn't felt such apathy since… he couldn't even remember. He felt his cheeks go cold.
Hilary stood up and took a few steps back, rather fast. "T-That was uncalled for."
Edgar shuddered visibly, though he moved in front of Michael.
The girl stood up and sighed, the dog turning luminescent only to dissolve into hundreds of small motes of faint light. None of the other homeless people seemed to notice that, as they were all sleeping.
"Look, I've learned to live on my own. That means protecting my own skin no matter what," the girl said, taking out a water bottle from her bundle of blankets and taking a sip. "The name's Nila. No surname."
"I'm Hilary…" she said, meekly, as if she'd been stabbed in the deepest crevices of her heart.
"I'm Michael, and this is Edgar," Michael said, pointing to Edgar with his thumb as they came closer. They were pretty far from the other occupants of this warehouse, but they still talked quietly. "Pleased to meet you."
"Likewise," Edgar added.
"Yeah, a pleasure," Nila said, leaning back on the wall behind her. "I'd offer a handshake, but my hands are dirty. Been a while since I took a shower."
"We have a lot to talk about, but before we do…" Michael started, looking into the social cloud before saying anything else. Gray, with tinges of crimson purple. Total indifference, with hints of curiosity. "I think it'd be a sign of good faith if you told us what you can do."
The cloud turned slightly green, with yellow-orange splashes. Approval, and admiration of Michael's bluntness and straightforward attitude.
"I strengthen or weaken emotional reactions, and I accumulate emotions when they're under the effect of my power," Nila said. "And then I can use those emotions I collect to create… uh, what's the word… like, little monster helpers?"
"Minions," Michael added, helpfully.
Edgar and Hilary looked at him.
"What? I've played MOBAs, and it's not like minion is a nerd-only word, okay? It's used in fantasy, and-"
"Shut up, Michael, you're digging your own grave," Edgar said.
"Okay."
You've found the parahuman - or shall we say the parahuman power found you, and you found the parahuman by being little geniuses thanks to several good rolls in a row? Well, fret not! Meet Nila, a parahuman with the power to manipulate the strength of emotional reactions and to create minions! You don't know enough about her power to make assessments yet, but through your Social Cloud power, it seems like she's more or less approving of you, at the very least. You have 16.1 Charges!
Now, what will Michael do? (A/N: All options alerady include calling Aaron for help and advice, if and when it is required! There's no need to remind me!)
[ ] Bring Her Home - You'd rather not leave a woman as a homeless individual when you have the opportunity and the chance to take her off the street, especially since you're eighty percent sure she's beig hunted by the feds because she's some kind of alien-human superpowered hybrid, just like you and your friends are. Dad said there'd be room for one more person at home, but they'd be a bit cramped. Nila would be happy to get out of the fucking street - oh what she wouldn't do for regular showers. They don't have to be hot. (++Hilary, ++Edgar, +Aaron, +++++Nila)
[ ] Leave Her Here - Bringing her home is risky and would attract unwanted attention onto you. On top of that, you met her not five minutes ago, are you sure it's a good idea to bring a random homeless woman into your house? She could be a secret federal agent looking for your trust, only to then stab you in the back and kidnap you for the government, for all you know. Dad isn't particularly against this - after all, it's not a No, but a Not Yet. Nila understands if you decide not to take her in, and even appreciates your paranoia as incredible survival instinct. (-Hilary, +Edgar, ++Nila)
[ ] Write-In
On top of that, what will you tell her about the current conspiracy?
[ ] Full Disclosure - As the name implies. Spill everything; she's a big girl, she can take it.
[ ] Lies of Omission - Tell her only what is necessary to get her on board, try not to mention the conspiracy's deepest details to maintain infosec.
[ ] The Stark Wastelands of Nothing - She doesn't need to know any details aside from the fact that she's in danger if she's alone out in the open.
[ ] Write-In
Additionally...
[ ] Pull the Lever on Nila (3 Charges)
[ ] Pull the Lever on Hilary (2 Charges)
Cars and trucks drove through the streets at an incredibly uniform pace, almost like a colony of ants all walking in line, to and from their anthill. The sight was almost entrancing, interesting, fascinating; in different circumstances, it'd have been nice to sit back and watch it happen.
Michael, Edgar and Hilary were all dressed in inconspicuous clothing, to make sure their silhouettes matched as closely as possible. Light hoodies, oversized trousers, hats or hoods on, and the like. It was almost funny how large the clothes were on them, but it was necessary.
They were going out to look for people with superpowers, the same kind of people the conspiracy was actively looking for if not hunting. The same conspiracy that had attacked them in the middle of the night two weeks prior.
It was an exhilarating kind of risk that they were taking, MIchael realized; the irrational, magnetic draw of the possibility of feeling adrenaline like that again made him both jittery and scared. They were going rabbit hunting at the same time as bloodhounds, while wearing rabbit sausage themselves.
Leaving the safety of their apartment and closing the door behind them, Hilary almost instantly started asking questions. "So, any idea where we are going?"
"Eh…" Michael rubbed the hair on the back of his head as he considered. The hair he'd cut was regrowing very nicely, he noticed. City center was a good option to start with - go where the citizen density was higher. "I guess the city center? That's where most people are, so it's a good idea to start there."
"That makes sense," Edgar agreed with a nod, turning towards Hilary.
She looked at them both for a while. She sighed, shaking her head and starting to speak, almost like a mother to her children.
"Look, no offense, but you don't know anything about this city. At this time of day, everyone's leaving work, so most people will be in the Commercial District," she chided, her hands gesticulating wildly even through the pockets of her hoodie. "Either in a car, or in some bar or restaurant there."
"No offense taken, you're just right," Edgar said, shrugging.
Michael, on the other hand, felt a twinge of annoyance at being proven wrong - it felt like a blister on your sole that you kept stepping on.
"Lead the way, in that case," Michael said, a little sharp.
Hilary gave him a weird look as she moved to the front of their little formation. Cars honked angrily, drivers shouted at each other as traffic slowed down, but that was normal in a packed city like Sonnesburg, all things considered.
As they navigated the streets, the smell of the city got better and better. It felt less smoggy, less heavy and 'impending-doom-like,' and way more pleasant. It was weird, since they were standing next to a quite trafficked street.
"Any reason why the city smells significantly better 'round here? Obvious 'industrial district' angle aside," Michael asked, struggling to keep the smug out of his voice.
Hilary's stance visibly brightened. "Sonnesburg is the city in Massachuchets with the most parks and green areas! On top of that, we use special air purifying technology that filters most of the bigger pollutants in the city's air."
"Wouldn't that waste, like, more energy than it's worth?" Edgar pointed out, though looking moderately interested.
"There's some geothermal sources we draw energy from, located all around Mount Greylock," Hilary said excitedly. She almost sounded cute, Michael noted with a keen ear.
"How do you know so much about this stuff?" Michael asked flatly.
"My dad works in the City Hall as the chief of engineers or whatever the hell his position is called," Hilary replied, the excitement still not leaving her voice. "He used to talk to me about this stuff all the time."
Edgar and Michael both stopped, and stared at her for a long time.
"Oh my fucking god," Michael deadpanned, a burning coal blazing in his stomach, boiling him from the inside. Edgar simply watched, seemingly unsure of what to say.
Hilary instantly stopped, her body shrinking a size or two. "What?"
"Did it not occur to you that the fact that your father holds a relatively prestigious and powerful government position is an important fact to mention in the situation we're in?" Michael asked sharply, enunciating every word slowly and clearly, as if he was talking to a fucking idiot, because that's who he felt he was talking to.
"I-" Hilary recoiled, her expression turning a shade harder. "Look, we've all been under stress, alright? I've been chided all my childhood about bragging about my dad's job, so excuse me if it's not the first thing I think to do with literal strangers!"
"This isn't fucking kindergarten, Hilary!" Michael almost yelled, doing his best to keep his voice in check. The simmering anger in his chest was close to bursting into flames. "Our lives are on the line!"
As their argument heated up, people walking in the streets started to look their way. Most ignored them or walked past without saying much, but a couple of stragglers were slowing down purposefully, to eavesdrop.
Edgar walked between both Michael and Hilary and raised two placating hands in front of both. "Let's calm down, guys, alright? You're right, Michael, we're not kids in kindergarten, so stop throwing temper tantrums over this."
Michael clicked his tongue, his head snapping in the other direction, to stop looking at both of them.
Edgar turned towards Hilary. "Hilary, mentioning it would've been better and it's kind of weird that you didn't do it in the week we've spent together given what we've talked about, but I also understand why you didn't think to do it."
Hilary sagged slightly, turning her back towards a wall to lean on it. She sighed, folding her arms to her chest. She sounded genuine, even slightly withdrawn, as she said, "I'm sorry."
Edgar turned towards Michael, expectantly.
Michael rolled his eyes internally. "Yeah, sorry."
It was turning dark, the orange colors of the sunset sky making space for the colder hues of the starry firmament. The temperature also dropped, making Michael rather glad they'd chosen to wear hoodies in early September.
The group resumed walking, a moderate tension formed among them.
The frustration inside Michael was festering, like a pustule filled with infected pus. Curious to see what both Edgar and Hilary were currently thinking of him, he looked into their Clouds and noticed something peculiar.
Their clouds were denser, but not because anything had changed about their shape or contents, but because it was being compressed by some sort of invisible force. Colors were surrounding the halo of the cloud, as though leaking in, though the shades were too muted to properly identify.
Michael frowned in thought. "Guys, stop."
They both did, and turned to look at Michael.
Mustering all of his psychological strength, Michael looked Hilary in the eyes and said, "I'm really sorry about my blow up earlier, I don't know what got into me. I apologize."
Ugh. I'm never saying that again.
"Well, g-good!" Hilary replied, her cheeks turning rosy for a second.
Her cloud changed shape, growing in size despite the compression that Michael couldn't understand. The colors that were leaking in were pushed back out. Crisis averted?
The colors leaked back in, the cloud compressed once more.
"That was still uncalled for! I almost died ten days ago, then I got thrust into-"
Edgar stepped forward again, stopping her altogether. He dragged both Hilary and Michael in a nearby alleyway, out of sight. "Michael. What did you notice?"
"How are you feeling right now, Edgar?" Michael asked roughly, as if in a hurry.
Edgar blanked in confusion. "Me? Angry, I suppose, I'm frustrated since you've been a dick to Hilary for almost no reason."
"How much on a scale from one to ten?"
Edgar looked at Michael for a long while. Then his eyes brightened in realization when he, too, made the connection. "Unreasonably so for a situation like this."
"Yeah," Michael said, a tone of finality entering his voice. He lowered his tone and approached both of them. "This is superpower shit at work. Look at other people around us. Don't be too obvious about it."
They all did, and the pieces started clicking for Hilary as well. The drivers were shouting obscenities at each other, some had gotten out of their cars to shout at each other directly. People in general looked more skittish, frustrated, argumentative for argument's sake, panicked, all types of over-the-top emotional reactions to things.
"Hey, Edgar?" Hilary whispered. "Try bumping into someone."
Edgar grimaced in indignation. "Why me?!"
"You can take it you big wuss, you have an anti-everything shield," Michael said, giving him a forceful pat in the back. His hand was repelled backwards with almost double the force of his pat. "Do as Hilary says, she's got a point."
"Ugh, fine," Edgar muttered, walking out onto the sidewalk carelessly.
It took less than ten seconds for him to bump into some random guy that was just calmly walking by. They both grunted, the man almost falling over from the hit and recoiling from Edgar's power.
"Oops, sorry!" Edgar said, offering the man an easygoing smile.
"You fucking idiot, what the fuck is your problem?!" the man exclaimed forcefully, some spittle flying out of his mouth. He moved up to Edgar, being slightly taller than him, and stared him right in the face. "Do you want me to put you in the fucking ground, you mutt?"
"Hey, chill o-"
Edgar couldn't finish speaking before a fist made contact with his face. Obviously, the man's arm went flying in the opposite direction, and the man screamed in pain, his knuckles probably broken by the impact and resulting counterforce.
In the split moment it took for this sequence of events to happen, the man's entire demeanor changed from angry ape to scaredy cat. Quite interesting to see, really.
He looked up, a desperate pleading expression on his face. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, his breath irregular and downright terrified. "God, I'm so-sorry, please, don't kill me, oh God, oh God, please-"
Edgar knelt down next to the man, who flinched at that action, but then Edgar put a hand on the guy's shoulder and reassured him. "Man, it's alright. Everything's okay, right? No harm done, I'm fine."
The man nodded, sniffling. He wiped his nose with his sleeve, and Edgar helped him up on his feet and sent him on his way after some talking.
Edgar went back to the group and nodded. "Yep, something turbo freaky is going on around here."
"Why did I not get as angry as Michael did, earlier?" Hilary asked.
"Everyone is being affected, so it's not something targeting us specifically. I have an idea," Michael said.
It was fair to assume that whatever power this was, it had a rather large area of effect. How big, though, they didn't know yet - as such, Michael proposed that they 'triangulate' the position of this supe by moving out in a certain radius and then working their way back in, determining whether or not they were in the area of effect by observing the behavior of people around them as well as keeping track of their own emotions.
It took more than an hour for them to triangulate this supe's position, but around a quarter to ten in the evening, they'd pinned down the location of this individual to a run-down, abandoned building nestled between two larger condominium complexes. The close vicinity to two buildings filled with people suggested that this individual had some reason to favor utilizing his power on large groups for long periods of time.
With that said, Michael and the group entered one of the two buildings. After some deliberation - read: rock, paper scissors to decide who talks with the receptionist - Edgar stepped forward and approached the desk, while Hilary went to look through the windows of the abandoned building.
The man sitting behind the desk was an older man, probably in his mid-to-late sixties, wearing a security guard uniform. He had a neatly-trimmed gray mustache and no hair on his head. He would've looked intimidating, had it not been for the relaxed and happy smile on his face.
"Good evening sir," Edgar started, as polite and nice as he could. "Could I ask a few questions?"
"For sure, young man," he replied in the chillest tone ever, leaning forward. "What do you need?"
"I apologize for my bluntness in asking, but have you noticed any weird behaviors in this building?" Edgar queried, placing a lazy hand on the desk between them.
"Oh, yeah. The couple on the second floor won't stop arguing, the dogs never stop barking, we've had two different people break their doors in anger because the locks didn't work, there's a couple that fucks all the time no matter what time is it… should I go on?" the man said, listing off event after event by counting on his fingers.
Edgar nodded. "When did these things start happening?"
"'Round three weeks ago." The man leaned back in his chair. "Are you some kind of PI?"
"Yeah, you could say that," Edgar replied, followed with a chuckle. "Well, that's it. Thank you."
After exiting the condominium, Michael and Edgar joined back with Hilary in an alleyway in front of the building the supposed super was in.
"There's a bunch of homeless people, like, three or four guys just sleeping, while one girl is sitting in a corner with what I can only assume is her dog," Hilary reported back.
Michael sighed and leaned against a wall. He felt rather disheartened, demoralized that it had taken them that long, but at the same time he felt rather happy that they did manage to find this guy before the feds did. "Safe to assume the awake one is the one with powers, given the effect is still ongoing."
"My power doesn't drop when I'm asleep," Edgar pointed out.
"Your power is passive defense with very little active components," Michael said, feeling a twinge of annoyance that he'd by now learned to ignore.
"Yeah, an emotion-heightening aura could very well be a constant, passive effect for all we know," Hilary said gently, nodding her head towards Edgar. "He has a point."
"Uughh, you guys are right and I'm irrationally bothered by that fact and it won't stop until we deal with that woman," Michael groaned out, planting his face in both hands and rubbing it up and down.
"So, we go in and approach her?" Edgar asked, tone wary.
"No two ways about it, we gotta stop her before this gets any uglier than it already is," Hilary said resolutely. She seemed more determined than she had any right to be. Probably caused by that girl's power as well.
"Alright, let's flip a coin. Heads, we go in, tails, we retreat and come back another time."
And thus, the coin was flipped, and…
"Heads," Edgar said.
"Fuuuck," Michael sighed out, throwing his head back. His heart was racing against his chest, and he could tell it wasn't the byproduct of any power. They'd be raiding a supe's home in less than five minutes now. "You're entering first, Edgar."
Edgar sighed deeply. "Sure, I'll be you guys' bullet or laser sponge."
"Same," Hilary said, smiling towards Michael. "We'll be big and strong and protect you, alright Mike?"
Michael looked down and stood up, attempting to hide the blush on his face with the cover of darkness. The fact that she sounded genuine in saying that made it so much worse.
The three approached the building and quietly opened the door, Edgar and Hilary going in before Michael did, shielding him with their body.
The place was dark and very large, their footsteps echoing in the entire room as their shoes crunched glass shards underneath. It looked almost like an abandoned, still-intact warehouse, with cement pillars holding up the now-absent second-story floor, as well as pieces of rebar scattered around the place. The moonlight shining in through the half-broken windows was casting delicate, pleasant shadows and manifold refractions of its beams.
Off in the corners and next to the walls, several people - no more than five or six, so Hilary had been about accurate in her count - were laying on the ground, in sleeping bags, covered by several layers of old blankets and sheets of cardboard. All the way in the corner opposite to them, a girl was apparently napping with her dog.
Michael and Edgar looked at each other, and then both looked at Hilary. They shared a look that spoke more than words, and it was decided right then and there that she'd be doing the approaching and the talking.
No young woman would feel safe, being approached by two poorly-dressed men smack-dab in the middle of the night.
The girl was wrapped in a couple of blankets and she was half-sitting on top of a sheet of cardboard. Her hair was green on the tips, the regrowth being ash-blond. It was hard to make out any other features in the dark. She looked no older than thirty. Her dog was a large golden retriever.
Michael and Edgar stood back, half-hidden behind a pillar but out enough so that they could be seen if you were looking for them, while Hilary approached the girl and purposefully made enough noise that she'd expect her approach. The dog looked at Hilary warily, growling quietly.
"Hi?" Hilary greeted hesitantly, squatting down in front of her. "Are you… are you awake?"
The girl stirred in her sleep, placing a hand on the dog, who calmed down almost instantly. "I am now… whatcha want? I don't have any more canned tuna, sorry."
Hilary looked back towards Edgar and MIchael, who gave her a thumbs up. She turned back to the girl. "How to, uhm… how to put this…"
The girl opened her eyes and finally looked at Hilary. She smiled groggily, her eyes still half-closed. "Yeah?"
"Have you noticed what's been going on around here?" Hilary asked, tilting her head to one side. "It's quite dangerous out, I'd say."
"Yeah, everyone has something they hold in, deep down," the girl agreed, with a nod, as she stirred and adjusted her position so she was sitting up, looking at Hilary. She seemed proud. "All they need is a push, and they shove it out."
"So it's you?" Hilary asked.
This doesn't feel right.
"Who's asking? Are you the police? The feds?" the girl asked, folding her arms. Her dog resumed growling, although quietly and not enough to show teeth.
"I'm someone like you, and so are my friends," Hilary said, pointing behind herself. Michael and Edgar came out from behind the pillar and waved. "We're looking for people like you, like us, because bad people out there are looking to harm us. Strength in unity and all that, right?"
"Right," the girl said.
Hilary's arms dropped to her sides, staring blankly forward. Both Michael and Edgar turned and looked at each other, and Michael felt nothing at all. The world felt drowned out, gray, bland and tasteless.
"Are you here to harm me?" the girl asked, to all three.
"No," they all replied one after the other.
"Are you here to abduct me?"
"No."
"Will you otherwise do something bad to me?"
"No."
The effect faded, and Michael breathed in for what felt like the first time in ten years. He hadn't felt such apathy since… he couldn't even remember. He felt his cheeks go cold.
Hilary stood up and took a few steps back, rather fast. "T-That was uncalled for."
Edgar shuddered visibly, though he moved in front of Michael.
The girl stood up and sighed, the dog turning luminescent only to dissolve into hundreds of small motes of faint light. None of the other homeless people seemed to notice that, as they were all sleeping.
"Look, I've learned to live on my own. That means protecting my own skin no matter what," the girl said, taking out a water bottle from her bundle of blankets and taking a sip. "The name's Nila. No surname."
"I'm Hilary…" she said, meekly, as if she'd been stabbed in the deepest crevices of her heart.
"I'm Michael, and this is Edgar," Michael said, pointing to Edgar with his thumb as they came closer. They were pretty far from the other occupants of this warehouse, but they still talked quietly. "Pleased to meet you."
"Likewise," Edgar added.
"Yeah, a pleasure," Nila said, leaning back on the wall behind her. "I'd offer a handshake, but my hands are dirty. Been a while since I took a shower."
"We have a lot to talk about, but before we do…" Michael started, looking into the social cloud before saying anything else. Gray, with tinges of crimson purple. Total indifference, with hints of curiosity. "I think it'd be a sign of good faith if you told us what you can do."
The cloud turned slightly green, with yellow-orange splashes. Approval, and admiration of Michael's bluntness and straightforward attitude.
"I strengthen or weaken emotional reactions, and I accumulate emotions when they're under the effect of my power," Nila said. "And then I can use those emotions I collect to create… uh, what's the word… like, little monster helpers?"
"Minions," Michael added, helpfully.
Edgar and Hilary looked at him.
"What? I've played MOBAs, and it's not like minion is a nerd-only word, okay? It's used in fantasy, and-"
"Shut up, Michael, you're digging your own grave," Edgar said.
"Okay."
***
You've found the parahuman - or shall we say the parahuman power found you, and you found the parahuman by being little geniuses thanks to several good rolls in a row? Well, fret not! Meet Nila, a parahuman with the power to manipulate the strength of emotional reactions and to create minions! You don't know enough about her power to make assessments yet, but through your Social Cloud power, it seems like she's more or less approving of you, at the very least. You have 16.1 Charges!
Now, what will Michael do? (A/N: All options alerady include calling Aaron for help and advice, if and when it is required! There's no need to remind me!)
[ ] Bring Her Home - You'd rather not leave a woman as a homeless individual when you have the opportunity and the chance to take her off the street, especially since you're eighty percent sure she's beig hunted by the feds because she's some kind of alien-human superpowered hybrid, just like you and your friends are. Dad said there'd be room for one more person at home, but they'd be a bit cramped. Nila would be happy to get out of the fucking street - oh what she wouldn't do for regular showers. They don't have to be hot. (++Hilary, ++Edgar, +Aaron, +++++Nila)
[ ] Leave Her Here - Bringing her home is risky and would attract unwanted attention onto you. On top of that, you met her not five minutes ago, are you sure it's a good idea to bring a random homeless woman into your house? She could be a secret federal agent looking for your trust, only to then stab you in the back and kidnap you for the government, for all you know. Dad isn't particularly against this - after all, it's not a No, but a Not Yet. Nila understands if you decide not to take her in, and even appreciates your paranoia as incredible survival instinct. (-Hilary, +Edgar, ++Nila)
[ ] Write-In
On top of that, what will you tell her about the current conspiracy?
[ ] Full Disclosure - As the name implies. Spill everything; she's a big girl, she can take it.
[ ] Lies of Omission - Tell her only what is necessary to get her on board, try not to mention the conspiracy's deepest details to maintain infosec.
[ ] The Stark Wastelands of Nothing - She doesn't need to know any details aside from the fact that she's in danger if she's alone out in the open.
[ ] Write-In
Additionally...
[ ] Pull the Lever on Nila (3 Charges)
[ ] Pull the Lever on Hilary (2 Charges)
Michael Ringstein
Brawn: ▰▰▰▰▱
Athletics: ▰▰▰▱▱
Dexterity: ▰▰▰▱▱
Wits: ▰▰▰▰▱
Social: ▰▰▱▱▱
Knowledge: ▰▰▰▰▰▰ (!!!)
Guts: ▰▰▱▱▱
Skills (very broad summing up, tell me if more are to be added):
Brawn: ▰▰▰▰▱
Athletics: ▰▰▰▱▱
Dexterity: ▰▰▰▱▱
Wits: ▰▰▰▰▱
Social: ▰▰▱▱▱
Knowledge: ▰▰▰▰▰▰ (!!!)
Guts: ▰▰▱▱▱
Skills (very broad summing up, tell me if more are to be added):
- Computer engineering
- Software engineering
- Hacking
- Internet security
- Analytical thinking
- Mathematics
- Beginner martial arts
- Abraham Blau: Friendly acquaintance. He likes you, even though he thinks you're a little bit weird. You met him because he knocked on the apartment door as a part of his introductory rounds to the neighbors. You didn't even know you had neighbors.
- Aaron Ringstein: There's no one else in this world who loves you more than your father. There's no mountain he'd leave unmoved for you. The trust he feels for you is beyond words; your relationship is so strong that your power struggles to process it in full.
- Miriam Ringstein: Your mom. The sweetest lady in the world and 95% of that sweetness is aimed at you. She'll always listen to your troubles and be there to give you a hug, or cook your favorite dish. Even if she sometimes comes out with sentences that would make a dried prune cringe its last drops of water.
- Mr Tabbins: Meow meow! Meow! Meow! Meow! Meow! Meow! Meow! Meow meow! Meow! Meeeeow! Meow meow! Meow! Meow?
- Edgar: He likes you and appreciates you deeply. Your friendship is a deep and strong one, despite not having known each other for very long. There's an unspoken bond of mutual protectiveness between you two.
- Kali: Thinks you and your friend Edgar look interesting.
- Alex: She likes you and would like to know you more.
- Hilary: You and Edgar helped her when she felt like she was dying. Going through this traumatic experience together has made her feel closer to you.
- Socially Useful Cloud: The host gains the ability to visualize his own relationships with other people as 'colorful clouds' around their heads which only he can see. Different colors mean different things, and the host gains instinctive and innate understanding of what they mean.
- Power Investiture: The host gains the ability to impart non-hosts with a parahuman ability tailored to that non-host (among other minor boons), based primarily on the nature and strength of the relationship between the host and the target.
- Power Generation: The host gains the ability to impart himself with parahuman abilities based primarily on the nature and strength of the relationship between himself and other hosts, and the other host's own power. Generated powers can have weird interactions with powers imparted via the host's other ability.
- Severing: The host gains the ability to create 'cuts' into anything he touches - the size of the cut is dependent on how much skin contact there is between the hand and the object. It appears to not be able to cut into flesh.
- Strike Enhancer (Edgar): The host gains the ability to store, amplify and redirect potential energy around them in a radius of one foot, starting from their skin. This potential energy can be used to increase physical parameters. Can upgrade to increase the amplification factor by going towards conflict
- Advisor (Aaron Ringstein): The host gains a strong inner sense that allows him to distinguish which things, places, and people would be good or bad for someone. This effect is stronger for detecting negative things than positive ones, stronger still when someone he cares for is involved. On top of that, the host gains the ability to inspire/convince people (and things, based on experimentation) of virtually anything, as long as it is within the realm of possibility, up to virtually no hard limit. Inspire someone to lift weights, and their muscles will physically perform better, subtly changing physically to do so. Talk to a criminal about how his way of life isn't right, and he will change his mind. These effects will generally last a varying amount of time, which the host will be innately aware of when performing the action.
- Mr Tabbins: Where is he? No, for real, where the fuck has he gone? I'm getting concerned.
[X] Bring Her Home
[X] Lies of Omission
[X] Pull the Lever on Hilary (2 Charges)
[X] Lies of Omission
[X] Pull the Lever on Hilary (2 Charges)
thewhiteraven22
(Unverified Worm Fanatic)
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] _brightwing
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- They/Them
[X] Bring Her Home
[X] Full Disclosure
On one hand, bringing her with might be an incredibly reckless thing to do, considering what she's doing right now, intentionally or not. On the other hand... I can't think of anything else right now.
[X] Pull the Lever on Nila (3 Charges)
[X] Pull the Lever on Hilary (2 Charges)
I don't really have a preference. Is both an option?
[X] Full Disclosure
On one hand, bringing her with might be an incredibly reckless thing to do, considering what she's doing right now, intentionally or not. On the other hand... I can't think of anything else right now.
[X] Pull the Lever on Nila (3 Charges)
[X] Pull the Lever on Hilary (2 Charges)
I don't really have a preference. Is both an option?
Reading about proper Master manipulation is always a treat. Interesting character.. Lots of synergy with Michael and Co. But this is a Master though.. and we have little defense against her taking her way other than our own Master, Aaron. As our number grows, we need to start thinking of opsec. I think this vote could be good opportunity to make another hideout to escape to. I'm amazed the government goons haven't discovered us yet.
[X] Find Her a Home
-[X] Dip into your family expenses and rent her a studio apartment, paying the lease. Work with Hilary's knowledge as a local well. Coordinate with Aaron so there isn't a paper trail and so this can function as a separate safehouse in a pinch, in case the original one gets discovered. Ask Nila to help smoothen the transaction for her new home.
[X] Go Find Tabbins
-[X] When you get the chance to go back home though look for Mr. Tabbins. Ask Aaron who was at home if he saw him around and that you sense something powerwise related to the cat to get him to take it seriously.
-[X] Let your neighbour Abraham know and ask for permission to search the premises. Look up photos of Mr. Tabbins in social media in Boston and crop it out for your use. Absent that, AI generate a fuzzy photo till it resembles Mr. Tabbins. Show it to Abraham if he hasn't seen it before. Tell him to mention the lost cat at the synagogue and the neighbourhood community if he can.
[X] Full Disclosure
[X] Don't pull on the Levers, yet
[X] Pull the Lever on Nila (3 Charges)
The rationale is to wait until Michael gets a stronger emotional connection with the girls, than to end up with something subpar. On the flip side he could lose the chance to get the power due to unforeseen events. The Edgar power turned out so well because he rescued him. We need a similar in with the other two for something spectacular. That said I am not opposed to Nilla's power - even a minor version could be very useful.
[X] Find Her a Home
-[X] Dip into your family expenses and rent her a studio apartment, paying the lease. Work with Hilary's knowledge as a local well. Coordinate with Aaron so there isn't a paper trail and so this can function as a separate safehouse in a pinch, in case the original one gets discovered. Ask Nila to help smoothen the transaction for her new home.
[X] Go Find Tabbins
-[X] When you get the chance to go back home though look for Mr. Tabbins. Ask Aaron who was at home if he saw him around and that you sense something powerwise related to the cat to get him to take it seriously.
-[X] Let your neighbour Abraham know and ask for permission to search the premises. Look up photos of Mr. Tabbins in social media in Boston and crop it out for your use. Absent that, AI generate a fuzzy photo till it resembles Mr. Tabbins. Show it to Abraham if he hasn't seen it before. Tell him to mention the lost cat at the synagogue and the neighbourhood community if he can.
[X] Full Disclosure
[X] Don't pull on the Levers, yet
[X] Pull the Lever on Nila (3 Charges)
The rationale is to wait until Michael gets a stronger emotional connection with the girls, than to end up with something subpar. On the flip side he could lose the chance to get the power due to unforeseen events. The Edgar power turned out so well because he rescued him. We need a similar in with the other two for something spectacular. That said I am not opposed to Nilla's power - even a minor version could be very useful.
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It would appear Mr. Tabbins might be in mortal danger. Please save our cat guys!
