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You are Ben Parker, super-powered criminal and thief extraordinaire. After being bitten by a radioactive spider, you underwent a miraculous change, and adopted the identity of "The Huntsman"! But it's not all bad! Your clone brother, Abel Parker, works to protect the city, and potentially help clean up some of your messes. <span class="mu-i">He</span> goes by the name of "Spider-Man"!
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https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Max%20Spider%20Quest Last time: After Ben and Ana thwart a candy-themed crook, and Ben is entrusted with a gumball that's meant to psychically implant a memory into his head, Cindy Moon finds her life turned upside down when a black dog comes looking for her, bringing news that her grandmother is alive and requests her assistance. But before she even gets a chance to visit her, Cindy is attacked and kidnapped by a new and mysterious organization known as "Cradle", that employs the use of young superheroes to do their dirty work. And to Cindy's surprise, she discovers that her mother is not only alive, but she's actually running this organization!
Ben, still under the impression that Cindy was in mortal danger, managed to convince the Kaiju King to summon his ward down to Monster Metropolis. And Cindy, now ripped from her mother's grasp once more, is left with the staggering realization that she possesses the spiritual power of a particularly dangerous fox demon.
How will Cindy's life change from here? Can she trust her family, or even her own patron god, not to hide the truth from her? Will Ben be able to protect her from Skul and his army of monsters?
Find out more in the latest issue of…<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">MAXIMUM SPIDER QUEST!</span></span>
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:lxNAE1NF Mon 13 Jan 2025 23:49:00 No. 6176121 Report Quoted By:
<span class="mu-b">“I think you might have the wrong idea about something.”</span> the blue creature said with a laugh of his own, flashing his shiny white teeth at you. It was a surprisingly nice smile. <span class="mu-b">“These guys only get rowdy with someone that they like. They're actually pretty excitable.”</span> he explained. <span class="mu-s">“Well, they've got a funny way of showing it.”</span> you joked. <span class="mu-s">“Do you or these birds have a name?”</span> <span class="mu-b">“People around here call <span class="mu-i">them</span> ‘Deathbirds’, and they call me ‘Big Blue’.”</span> he said, taking the reins from Ana and bringing the birds around so that they were all facing the way you came. <span class="mu-s">“Yeah, and they call me ‘The Slayer’, but that doesn't make it my name.”</span> you shot back. <span class="mu-s">“I'm Cindy, by the way.”</span> Big Blue let out a nervous chuckle. <span class="mu-b">“I’m uh…James.”</span> <span class="mu-s">“Nice to meet you, James. Grandma Young here tells me that you're trying to put me into early retirement.”</span> He paused, and took a moment to glance between the two of you. <span class="mu-b">“That wasn't my intention, but I think you might be long overdue for a vacation.”</span> When you gave him a confused look, he reached up to point at the hair on his head. <span class="mu-b">“Your hair's already going gray. Must be the stress getting to you.”</span> Feeling a bit self-conscious, you almost reached up to touch your hair. But then you noticed the twinkle of amusement in James’ eyes. He was just messing with you. You shook your head in disbelief. <span class="mu-s">“What, am I not pulling off the ‘Silver Fox’ look?”</span> you said, casually running a hand through your hair and intentionally twitching your ears. <span class="mu-b">“No, it suits you.”</span> he insisted. <span class="mu-b">“I guess I'm not in much of a place to judge, huh?”</span> <span class="mu-s">“If you don't make fun of me for sharing a hair color with my grandma, then I won't make fun of you for looking like an extra in a James Cameron movie. Deal?”</span> He laughed, paused for a moment to remember who and where he was, and then cleared his throat. <span class="mu-b">“Deal. I'm gonna go, uh…park these now.”</span> You all watched him as he left. <span class="mu-b">“That guy was weirdly friendly, right?”</span> Ben said, narrowing his eyes at the man's back. <span class="mu-b">“I mean, how old is he anyway?”</span> <span class="mu-g">“They seem to be around the same age, but I cannot say for sure.”</span> Ana said, looking to Young for confirmation. <span class="mu-s">“He's just big for his age, I think. Feel free to ask him yourself on the way out.”</span> the old woman said in a brusk tone. <span class="mu-s">“Now, are you all ready?”</span> They all turned to look at you, and you took another deep breath, before nodding. <span class="mu-s">“I'm ready.”</span> —------ Upon entering the council chamber, you were immediately met with stares from everyone in the room. The Nosferatu twins, a pair of pale-skinned creatures of the night that possessed the ghoulish features that most vampires lacked, were sitting together on the left, furthermost part of the round table. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:lxNAE1NF Mon 13 Jan 2025 23:51:20 No. 6176126 Report Quoted By:
But, unlike most vampires of their kind, these Nosferatu seemed to have put in a visible effort to resemble humans. Their skill was pale, and almost a sickly green color, but their complexion was free of any blemishes or scars. Their eyes were still bright red, like every Nosferatu, but instead of a solid red, they seemed to possess a bright orange iris that indicated where exactly they were looking. Their teeth weren't as gangly and gnarled as you would have expected, and their clothes, matching their eyes in color, were oddly regal in appearance. And, somehow, these two actually had hair! The brother had a shock of white hair that fell over his eyes and face in just the right places. His piercing red eyes glowed through the gaps of his bangs as they tracked your movement. His sister's hair was long and straight, looking to have been meticulously brushed and combed. Her bangs were drooping and curved, the ones over her eyes being held in place by brass clips so as to form an ornate crisscrossing design. Her eyes traveled to you, and then to Ben. And, for some reason, the Nosferatu woman let out a weary sigh. Not noticing this, her brother's face broke out into a toothy grin. Sitting right beside them with his arms folded was the man you'd been told so much about. The Were-hyena known as Carnelian had white fur, with speckles of brown sprinkled here and there. He wore a resplendent, gleaming suit of armor that was far more beautiful than it had any right to be, and you found yourself mentally calculating how much it must be worth. The Were observed you through two different eyes. On the left side, his eye was red and the color of his fur was consistent with the rest of his body. But on the right side, the side that he showed the vampires, his fur was black as pitch, and his eye was a ghastly shade of green. As if he'd heard your thoughts, the right side of his mouth curved up into a smile. Only the right side of his face, though. You suppressed a shudder and allowed your gaze to swivel over to the next person down the line. It wasn't hard to figure out who this guy was. Deathly pale complexion. Dry skin that looked like it was being stretched taut over atrophied muscles. Cold dead eyes, and a head of long, unkempt oily hair that looked more like a wild animal was resting on his head. This had to be the Zombie Prince. You couldn't tell for sure, but it looked like this thing was barely registering anything that was happening right now. Your gaze moved over to the Gorgon that was sitting next to him. She wore… You stopped and stared at her. Delphyne Gorgon, supposed leader of the Amazon faction of Monster Metropolis, was currently laid back in her chair, resting her feet on the table, and texting on what was most certainly a cell phone. She wore a pair of tasteful sandals, fishnet stockings, a plaid skirt, a sleeveless black turtleneck top and a pair of fishnet sleeves on both arms. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:lxNAE1NF Mon 13 Jan 2025 23:56:47 No. 6176130 Report Quoted By:
She looked more like an enterprising young woman preparing for a night on the town, and less like a representative on a council of monsters. <span class="mu-s">“Ugh! Delphyne, would you please put the phone away, just this once?”</span> Young said, moving to take her place beside her at the end of the table. Several of the snakes on her head swiveled to look at Young, while the rest were either looking around the table, or at the three of you still standing before the council. <span class="mu-g">“I'm looking, I'm looking.”</span> Delphyne insisted, sounding like a petulant teen. For a brief moment, her real eyes flicked up to meet yours, and you froze, remembering all those stories about Gorgons turning people to stone. But, rather than give her the reaction that she was looking for, you winked at her. Several more of Delphyne's snakes swiveled over to stare at you, and the woman's attention left her phone completely for the first time since you entered the room. Ana looked put off by Delphyne's behavior as well, and she made no effort to hide it. <span class="mu-s">“Everyone, this is Cindy Moon. My granddaughter, and the supposed ‘Slayer’ that you've all been crying about.”</span> Young announced. <span class="mu-s">“Hey, guys. Sorry for being late. The zombie traffic was insane, and we had to make a detour because of a giant sandworm blocking the road.”</span> you said. <span class="mu-r">“Do you hear that, Garth? I'm not the only one complaining about your mindless minions blocking our path.” the Nosferatu man complained. This earned him a noncommittal groan from the Zombie Prince. <span class="mu-g">“Oh, here we go…”</span> Delphyne sighed, returning her attention to her phone. It looked like an argument was about to break out, when everyone turned their attention to the man kneeling beside you. Ben was in the middle of sculpting a chair out of webbing for you when he paused to address the stares that he was getting. “What? No one offered us chairs, so I'm making some new ones.” “How are you doing that?” the Nosferatu man asked, leaning his head to the side to get a better look. “Fascinating. It is as they say…” breathed the female Nosferatu, her voice frail and slight. “He weaves webs like a spider.” “I can also juggle while riding a unicycle.” Ben claimed. <span class="mu-g">“Now this I have to see.”</span> Delphyne said with an amused grin, clearly happy with anything that could alleviate her boredom. Before Ben could answer, a pair of doors in the back of the room swung open, revealing a massive, green well-muscled behemoth of a man wearing armor that wouldn't look out of place on a gladiator. The guy was almost as wide as you were tall! He took one long look around the room, before settling his gaze on you. You couldn't see his eyes through the holes in his helmet, or the tangled mess of black hair that was hanging out of it, but you tried your best. (Cont.)</span>
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:lxNAE1NF Tue 14 Jan 2025 00:00:43 No. 6176131 Report Quoted By:
She looked more like an enterprising young woman preparing for a night on the town, and less like a representative on a council of monsters. <span class="mu-s">“Ugh! Delphyne, would you please put the phone away, just this once?”</span> Young said, moving to take her place beside her at the end of the table. Several of the snakes on her head swiveled to look at Young, while the rest were looking around the table, and at the three of you still standing before the council. <span class="mu-g">“I'm looking, I'm looking.”</span> Delphyne insisted, sounding like a petulant teen. For a brief moment, her real eyes flicked up to meet yours, and you froze, remembering all those stories about Gorgons turning people to stone. But, rather than give her the reaction that she was looking for, you winked at her. Several more of Delphyne's snakes swiveled over to stare at you, and the woman's attention left her phone completely for the first time since you entered the room. Ana looked put off by Delphyne's behavior as well, and she made no effort to hide it. <span class="mu-s">“Everyone, this is Cindy Moon. My granddaughter, and the supposed ‘Slayer’ that you've all been crying about.”</span> Young announced. <span class="mu-s">“Hey, guys. Sorry for being late. The zombie traffic was insane, and we had to make a detour because of a giant sandworm blocking the road.”</span> you said. <span class="mu-r">“Do you hear that, Garth? I'm not the only one complaining about your mindless minions blocking our path.”</span> the Nosferatu man complained. This earned him a noncommittal groan from the Zombie Prince. <span class="mu-g">“Oh, here we go…”</span> Delphyne sighed, returning her attention to her phone. It looked like an argument was about to break out, when everyone turned their attention to the man kneeling beside you. Ben was in the middle of sculpting a chair out of webbing for you when he paused to address the stares that he was getting. <span class="mu-r">“What? No one offered us chairs, so I'm making some new ones.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“How are you doing that?”</span> the Nosferatu man asked, leaning his head to the side to get a better look. <span class="mu-r">“Fascinating. It is as they say…”</span> breathed the female Nosferatu, her voice frail and slight. <span class="mu-r">“He weaves webs like a spider.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“I can also juggle while riding a unicycle.”</span> Ben claimed. <span class="mu-g">“Now this I have to see.”</span> Delphyne said with an amused grin, clearly happy with anything that could alleviate her boredom. Before Ben could answer, a pair of doors in the back of the room swung open, revealing a massive, green, well-muscled behemoth of a man wearing armor that wouldn't look too out of place on a gladiator. The guy was almost as wide as you were tall! He took one long look around the room, before settling his gaze on you. You couldn't see his eyes through the holes in his helmet, or the tangled mess of black hair that was hanging out of it, but you tried your best. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:lxNAE1NF Tue 14 Jan 2025 00:06:59 No. 6176135 Report Quoted By:
After a long, tense moment of silence, he started to walk around the table, and towards you. You felt Ben and Ana stiffen beside you, and your sentient outfit began to coil itself around your body, ready to attack if need be. <span class="mu-g">“Hmph. Is this supposed to be the Big Bad Slayer that you were all so afraid of? I've seen enough.”</span> His voice was a rumbling and resounding echo in his helmet, and it felt like it had shaken you to your very core. But instead of engaging you in conversation or combat, the giant Hulk turned, and walked out the door, his every footfall sending tiny tremors throughout the room. Everyone stared at him as he left. Ana looked even more put out, and Ben looked like he was struggling to hold back his laughter. No one spoke for a full minute after the Green Knight departed, but everyone on the council acted as if this was entirely normal. Was the council always this disorganized? <span class="mu-g">“I guess we know she's not a Gamma Beast.”</span> the Nosferatu man murmured. <span class="mu-r">“No. She's a Kumiho, I think.”</span> said his twin. <span class="mu-r">“And a rather strange one at that.”</span> <span class="mu-s">“You hold meetings inside of a giant Grootslang skeleton, and <span class="mu-i">I'm</span> the weird one?”</span> Delphyne let out a brief, mocking laugh before going back to her phone. Everyone looked at her, and then away. <span class="mu-i">“Not many know the names of these beasts.”</span> Carnelian said, his voice coming out as a low snarl, but not an unfriendly one, you thought. <span class="mu-s">“I also know a bit about Weres, Councilman Carnelian. And I think me and you share some of the same problems.”</span> Carnelian leaned a bit closer in his seat, that glowing green eye of his scrutinizing you in a way that you weren't entirely comfortable with. <span class="mu-i">“Hmmm. Oh, yes. There is something inside of you.”</span> he noticed. <span class="mu-i">“As well as something…outside.”</span> Mercy’s shiver sent a ripple through your clothes that you hoped no one noticed. <span class="mu-s">“We should talk after this meeting.”</span> you insisted, introducing some confidence back into your voice. Carnelian nodded, his interest piqued. Sweet! That’s your secondary objective down. Now all you had to do was convince the rest of these guys to leave you alone. <span class="mu-s">“Alright, then! Now, I'm gonna need the rest of you guys to tell me about your defenses, the city's general layout, and list of all its vulnerabilities.”</span> you demanded. The Nosferatu twins exchanged worried glances, and Delphyne stopped tapping away at her phone to look up at you. <span class="mu-r">“...Why?”</span> the Nosferatu girl finally asked. <span class="mu-s">“Why else? I can't conquer you guys if I don't know all this stuff, and I've got a busy schedule, so can we hurry this up? I've got a village to pillage at 8.”</span> Everyone froze, and the room went dead silent. You let the silence hang for a moment, and then burst out into laughter. <span class="mu-s">“Come on, guys. I'm kidding! Do I <span class="mu-i">look</span> like the type of person who would do any of that?”</span> (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:lxNAE1NF Tue 14 Jan 2025 00:22:47 No. 6176141 Report Quoted By:
Slowly, Carnelian and Young joined in the laughter, but your grandmother's laugh sounded more forced due to her nervousness. The Nosferatu twins joined in later as a sort of respectful, hissing chuckle. The Zombie Prince made a noise that could've been perceived as a laugh, and you chose to believe as such. When you looked up to see if anyone else was laughing, your attention caught on a group of three people who you hadn’t paid much attention to before. They were all standing where the Green Knight had been when he opened the back doors, and all three of them looked a little shady. The one furthest to the left was dressed in an all-black ensemble that seemed to be inspired by Victorian era clothing. He wore a black coat, fraying at the edges, a pair black trousers and muddy boots, a tricorne hat and a band of dark cloth covering the lower half of his face. Furthest to the right was a red-feathered harpy with opulent jewelry covering her arms and legs, and a skintight bodysuit over her torso. And standing in the middle of them was a bulky, cloaked figure with a helmet that had a skull motif. The outfit didn't scare you at all, but there was something else about them that worried you. On your way here, you began to notice the faint aura of ‘negative energy’ around the dino birds that Young told you about, as well as the aura that surrounded the zombies lurking around outside. The same, faint aura permeated the Nosferatu twins and the Zombie Prince, signifying their undead nature. But none of these guys could hold a handle to the bad mojo that the guy in the middle was pumping out. Even Ben was looking at him funny, for some reason. <span class="mu-g">“Do you wanna know what <span class="mu-i">I</span> think, ‘Slayer’?”</span> Delphyne said. You turned to look at her, only to be met by a flash from her phone. You blinked in confusion, and she gave you a devious grin. <span class="mu-g">“I think you look cute in those clothes.”</span> You stared for a moment, before allowing yourself to take the compliment at face value. <span class="mu-s">“Thanks. And, might I say, <span class="mu-i">you</span> are ‘Slaying’ that outfit.”</span> you said with a wink. Delphyne preened upon receiving your praise. <span class="mu-g">“Thanks, I thought it might be too much for a stuffy old council meeting like this, but then I thought ‘Hey, it's not every day you get to meet a prophetic demon child’. So, what the hell, you know?”</span> Your smile slipped ever so slightly at that, but you didn't think that Delphyne actually noticed. <span class="mu-g">“And you. Who does your hair?”</span> she asked, pointing at Ana. Anastasia raised an eyebrow. <span class="mu-g">“Me? I do my own hair.”</span> <span class="mu-g">“You're so lucky to have normal human hair. My hairstyling options are pretty limited because, well…you know.”</span> She gestured at her writhing mane of snakes, and Ana stared at them in awe. <span class="mu-g">"I will do your hair if you agree to spar with me after this."</span> she declared. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:lxNAE1NF Tue 14 Jan 2025 00:41:18 No. 6176151 Report Quoted By:
Delphyne leaned back in her chair, and you sensed a subtle shift in her demeanor. Her golden serpentine eyes, once glittering with amusement or dull with apathy, were now locked onto Anastasia with a focus that you didn't quite recognize in the Gorgon. There was something unmistakably predatory in her gaze now, and she seemed to be sizing up Ana. <span class="mu-g">"Alright. I'll play with you a little after this is done."</span> she said, all of her snakes fixed on Ana, hissing in ways that your fox-demon brain somehow interpreted as 'excitement'. The tension broke when Young loudly cleared her throat to get everyone’s attention. <span class="mu-s">“Can we save the talk of haircare and sparring until after the meeting? We still haven't properly introduced everyone.”</span> <span class="mu-i">“Agreed.”</span> Carnelian said. <span class="mu-i">“Cindy Moon already seems to have some idea of who I am, so I will instead introduce you to the others.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“I can introduce myself, Carnelian.”</span> the male vamp said with a barely concealed snarl. <span class="mu-i">“Then do so.”</span> Carnelian replied with a sneer from the darker side of his face. Despite being caught between them, the female vamp didn't seem at all perturbed. If anything, she looked weary of all this, much like Delphine had been. <span class="mu-r">“I am Wilhelmina. This is Ward.”</span> she offered. Ward seemed to take mild offense at this, but he let the matter drop. Grandma told you a little about both of them on the way here. Both Wilhelmina and Ward had a nickname in the Monster Metropolis. People referred to her as “The Blood Witch”, and her brother as “The Bone Horror”. You couldn't see what made these guys so scary in everyone's minds, but looks were often deceiving when it came to vamps. <span class="mu-s">“This is Simon Garth, otherwise known as the Zombie Prince.”</span> Young explained, pointing at the zombie sitting on the far end of the table. The guy barely moved or did anything to acknowledge that he had been introduced. <span class="mu-s">“He must be shy.”</span> you offered. <span class="mu-r">“Come now, Ms. Slayer. You're free to use more unkind words in his presence. It's a miracle that he manages to find his way here at all, most days.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“He has a better attendance record than you, dear brother.”</span> Wilhelmina said, studiously avoiding his gaze. <span class="mu-s">“And you already know me and Delphyne.”</span> Young added, clearly desperate to get things back on track. <span class="mu-s">“Now that introductions have been made, why don't we move things along.”</span> The reception to Young's declaration was mixed, to say the least. But no one openly complained. And, having finally finished your custom chairs, Ben offered you and Ana a place to sit. <span class="mu-s">“I'd like to thank everyone who willingly offered me their names, and everyone that complimented me on my dress.”</span> you said, settling into your seat. This earned you a glare from Ward, but you took a note out of his sister's book and studiously ignored him as well. <span class="mu-s">“Oh! And that wasn't me throwing shade at you, Garth. You take your time.”</span> you added.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:lxNAE1NF Tue 14 Jan 2025 00:42:19 No. 6176153 Report Garth slowly raised a hand, and then slowly put it back down on the table. You decided to believe that the Zombie Prince might actually have some manners, after all. Ben sat down beside you, separating you from the vampires. He gave you a subtle thumbs up from below the table, and you nodded your thanks. What will your strategy be during this meeting?>Keep up the quips. They seem to be working so far. >Pick on the vampires. Ward doesn't seem too well liked, even by his own sister. Maybe you can leverage that. >Try to befriend the Nosferatu Twins. They seem to have the most reasons to hate you out of anyone. >Endear yourself to Delphyne. She seems pretty easy to get along with. >Endear yourself to Carnelian. Earning his favor should net you some points in everyone else's eyes. >Try to include Garth in these proceedings. The poor guy doesn't seem to get much of a say in anything around here. >Ask about the guys in the back. They've just been standing there menacingly this entire time. >Write-in.
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>>6176153 >>Try to befriend the Nosferatu Twins. They seem to have the most reasons to hate you out of anyone. Might prevent some treachery
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>>6176153 I’ll quit on the quips while we’re ahead. Take that last bit of advice and let them come out unforced while we focus on business. Also, good to know we can command Deathbirds like most other animals since they “like” us too.
>Ask about the guys in the back. They've just been standing there menacingly this entire time. I take it they’re the rest of the squad of warriors that’ll be entrusted with the solemn duty of watching over The Slayer and either helping us succeed or killing us if we’re determined to be a threat?
I mean, I get it. If you can’t rig the coin flip, rig the results so you win either way. I’m upset about it since we didn’t even know they existed a day ago and we’re already being assigned court monitors like a criminal, but what can you do when prophecies call you out before you’re even born? Kill the gods? We actually like ours.
We still haven’t heard the prophecy, by the way. I’d threaten anyone who tries to tell us the specifics with a thrown shoe out of principle/spite at this point though.
>Try to include Garth in these proceedings. The poor guy doesn't seem to get much of a say in anything around here. Bonus if we can get him to say anything, but more because the slow speed he’s moving at will give us more time to examine the others as they get impatient. Delphyne was the only one smart enough to bring a phone, after all.
… how does cell reception even work this far underground? Do they build them on the ceiling and run them up to surface towers or do they have their own network? That can’t be easy to maintain.
I’ll flip my focus vote from Garth to the vampires if needed to break a tie. I’m aware our guardians are probably known among vampires, and not exactly favorably. Morbius took care of us at some point so we have some positive impressions on our part, but I don’t want to namedrop him until we know he won’t be targeted.
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>>6176153 >Try to befriend the Nosferatu Twins. They seem to have the most reasons to hate you out of anyone. >Endear yourself to Carnelian. Earning his favor should net you some points in everyone else's eyes. >Try to include Garth in these proceedings. The poor guy doesn't seem to get much of a say in anything around here. >Ask about the guys in the back. They've just been standing there menacingly this entire time. Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky
Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:lxNAE1NF Fri 17 Jan 2025 00:26:11 No. 6177754 Report Quoted By:
>>6176307 >>6176227 >>6177687 >Try to befriend the Nosferatu Twins. They seem to have the most reasons to hate you out of anyone. >Try to include Garth in these proceedings. The poor guy doesn't seem to get much of a say in anything around here. >Ask about the guys in the back. They've just been standing there menacingly this entire time. Taking these. Writing...
>>6176307 Don't worry. You'll hear more about the prophecy soon! And you're welcome to ask about the cellphone later!
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:lxNAE1NF Fri 17 Jan 2025 03:14:29 No. 6177846 Report Quoted By:
As the meeting was finally underway, you dropped your friendly smile and adopted a more stern expression. Although, the effect might have been ruined by the cute pair of fox ears resting on top of your head. You couldn’t help but feel self-conscious of them when they kept twitching at every little noise. It was already enough trouble trying to rein in that bushy white tail of yours. Without Mercy’s help in keeping it tied to your leg, it would probably be sweeping the floor right about now. And speaking of distractions, how were you supposed to pay attention to anything when that bunch of weirdos were just silently staring at you from the back of the room? Would they keep standing there the entire time? <span class="mu-s">“Quick question,”</span> you said, cutting off whatever Young had been about to say. <span class="mu-s">“Who’re those guys in the back?”</span> Carnelian half turned to glance at them from over his pauldron, before turning those christmas lights that he called eyes back on you. <span class="mu-r">“Oh, don’t mind them.”</span> Ward responded, despite the fact that no one had even so much as looked his way. <span class="mu-r">“Those are the brave souls that volunteered to fight and die for your sake. We have here one of the most accomplished hunters in all of human history, Solomon Kane. At least, what’s left of him.”</span> Ward gestured at the tall, gaunt figure robed in all black. For someone attending a diplomatic meeting, the guy was packing some serious heat. You spotted several daggers and stakes either strapped to his chest, or stashed away in hidden compartments sewn into his clothes, an old pistol making his coat bulge slightly, and a rapier at his hip. His eyes were dark and unfocused, and there were stitches running down both his cheeks. But there was something off about the stitch patterns. They sort of reminded you of the way baseballs were stitched up. And that’s when you remembered the last place you had seen stitches like these. It was in a morgue. Your father had called these ‘Worm Sutures’. They were the kind coroners used on corpses. You kept staring at him, wondering what exactly had happened to this supposedly legendary hunter. <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">“Solomon Kane. It has been a very long time since I have heard that name spoken.”</span></span> Khonshu said, his comforting, cold presence enveloping the room. Your heart leapt at the sound of his voice, and you suspected that Mercy’s would have as well, if she still had one. You wanted to glance up at him, to behold his divine form, but you couldn’t risk looking crazy in front of the Monster Council. <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">“He and my Avatar once vanquished a cult of Set worshippers. To see him lain so low is nothing short of a disgrace.”</span></span> he said. <span class="mu-s">“You sound like you respect him a lot.”</span> you thought. <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">“His trade was worthy of respect. As were his skills in battle.”</span></span> (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:lxNAE1NF Fri 17 Jan 2025 03:15:30 No. 6177848 Report Quoted By:
This Solomon Kane must’ve been an impressive person if Khonshu was complimenting him. Your opinion of him had just shot up by a couple dozen degrees. But the way Khonshu spoke about him as if he was no longer here…you had to assume that the creature standing before you was a revenant or a zombie of some sort. <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">“His staff is missing, but I can sense his presence buried deep in his subconscious.”</span></span> Much like Garth, Solomon didn’t react at all to being mentioned in a conversation. He just kept blankly staring ahead. <span class="mu-r">“The Harpy on the right is Elizabeth Ross, self-proclaimed Bandit Queen of the Land Above.”</span> Ward continued. The bird-woman’s head slowly turned to regard the snooty Nosferatu. And while she didn’t scowl, you could see her coming to some sort of conclusion about him in her head. Like she kept a mental tally of anyone and everyone who slighted her. Her blood-red eyes slowly crawled their way back to you, and for a moment, you couldn’t help but feel like a small rodent staring down the beak of a bird of prey. Because that was undoubtedly what she was. Even if she didn’t really have a beak. No…instead, she had a mouth full of teeth that looked sharp enough to easily tear flesh. Her wingspan and height were also, if not equally intimidating. Even with her knees bent and the heel of her massive chicken feet hovering above the floor, she was still taller than the other two warriors standing beside her. Her wings/arms were still folded around her so as to give the others room, but you were able to spot the glint of her golden talon sheathes, resting just below her chest. She seemed to notice you looking, but just kept on giving you a wide-eyed stare that told you exactly how afraid she was of you. Which was to say, not at all. You didn’t know whether to be grateful or offended. A glance at Young told you that she wasn’t too pleased with the Harpy’s presence here. You filed that information away for later. <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">“I sense an unusually high amount of Gamma radiation from that one. Best to treat her like a wild beast, and put her down should she turn on you.”</span> A Gamma Beast, then. Good to know. You wondered if Ana knew what she was, or if she was staring at the Harpy for entirely different reasons. But for the second time since you met her, you were grateful for Ana's obsessive behavior, because it gave the Harpy something else to stare at other than you. Young’s concern seemed to deepen with the two of these women sizing each other up. At this rate, Ana might just pick a fight with everyone in this room. <span class="mu-r">“And in the middle there we have, erm…”</span> Ward began, but confusion clouded his face when he went to introduce the one in the middle. The one that was gushing negative energy like a busted fire hydrant. You were most curious about them. And from the looks of it, Ward didn't look so sure himself. <span class="mu-r">“I’m sorry, who-”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Dear brother.”</span> (Cont.)</span>
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:lxNAE1NF Fri 17 Jan 2025 03:18:21 No. 6177851 Report Quoted By:
This Solomon Kane must’ve been an impressive person if Khonshu was complimenting him. Your opinion of him had just shot up by a couple dozen degrees. But the way Khonshu spoke about him as if he was no longer here…you had to assume that the creature standing before you was a revenant or a zombie of some sort. <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">“His staff is missing, but I can sense his presence buried deep in his subconscious.”</span></span> Much like Garth, Solomon didn’t react at all to being mentioned in a conversation. He just kept blankly staring ahead. <span class="mu-r">“The Harpy on the right is Elizabeth Ross, self-proclaimed Bandit Queen of the Land Above.”</span> Ward continued. The bird-woman’s head slowly turned to regard the snooty Nosferatu. And while she didn’t scowl, you could see her coming to some sort of conclusion about him in her head. Like she kept a mental tally of anyone and everyone who slighted her. Her blood-red eyes slowly crawled their way back to you, and for a moment, you couldn’t help but feel like a small rodent staring down the beak of a bird of prey. Because that was undoubtedly what she was. Even if she didn’t really have a beak. No…instead, she had a mouth full of teeth that looked sharp enough to easily tear flesh. Her wingspan and height were also, if not equally intimidating. Even with her knees bent and the heel of her massive chicken feet hovering above the floor, she was still taller than the other two warriors standing beside her. Her wings/arms were still folded around her so as to give the others room, but you were able to spot the glint of her golden talon sheathes, resting just below her chest. She seemed to notice you looking, but just kept on giving you a wide-eyed stare that told you exactly how afraid she was of you. Which was to say, not at all. You didn’t know whether to be grateful or offended. A glance at Young told you that she wasn’t too pleased with the Harpy’s presence here. You filed that information away for later. <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">“I sense an unusually high amount of Gamma radiation from that one. Best to treat her like a wild beast, and put her down should she turn on you.”</span></span> A Gamma Beast, then. Good to know. You wondered if Ana knew what she was, or if she was staring at the Harpy for entirely different reasons. But for the second time since you met her, you were grateful for Ana's obsessive behavior, because it gave the Harpy something else to stare at other than you. Young’s concern seemed to deepen with the two of these women sizing each other up. At this rate, Ana might just pick a fight with everyone in this room. <span class="mu-r">“And in the middle there we have, erm…”</span> Ward began, but confusion clouded his face when he went to introduce the one in the middle. The one that was gushing negative energy like a busted fire hydrant. You were most curious about them. And from the looks of it, Ward didn't look so sure himself. <span class="mu-r">“I’m sorry, who-”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Dear brother.”</span> (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:lxNAE1NF Fri 17 Jan 2025 03:19:22 No. 6177852 Report Quoted By:
Wilhelmina's words were clear and firm as she cut off her brother. <span class="mu-r">“That one is mine. He is my thrall, remember?”</span> Ward didn't look like he remembered anything of the sort. <span class="mu-r">“Really? Him?”</span> Ward leaned past her and squinted at the bulky hooded figure. <span class="mu-r">“He doesn't seem like your type."</span> he muttered. <span class="mu-r">“You there. Remove your hood and identify yourself.”</span> It wasn't a request. You could sense the vague shift in the air as his vampiric influence slammed into his sister’s supposed thrall. But to everyone's surprise, the man stayed stubbornly still, not at all phased by Ward's influence. <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">“My daughter…I want you to listen to me very closely…”</span></span> That voice came from Khonshu. But he sounded different. It lacked the certainty that you'd come to recognize from the protector god. You were very tempted to turn around and look up at him just then, even if he couldn't emote with the bird skull that was his face. The hooded figure turned to look at Wilhelmina for instruction, and she gave him the barest of nods. He reached up slowly to remove his hood, and Ben leaned forward in his seat. <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">“You must keep your distance from that one. The stench of death permeates the air around it. Stronger than I've ever seen on anyone else.”</span></span> When the figure removed its hood, everyone but the Blood Witch stared in mild surprise. And Ben nearly shot out of his seat. The others turned to look at him. So did you. He seemed to remember himself, and slowly sat back down. <span class="mu-r">“Sorry. This web chair isn't very comfortable. I'm still getting used to it.”</span> he said, but his hands were signing something else entirely. <span class="mu-r">“I know him. He's a mercenary. I blew his head off.”</span> You raised an eyebrow. That didn't make a whole lot of sense. There weren't too many creatures that could survive having their heads torn off. Let alone a thrall. Maybe this had something to do with that “death aura" that Khonshu mentioned. Could you be dealing with some kind of necromancer? <span class="mu-r">“Sending coded messages are we?”</span> Ward mentioned, looking a little agitated. Ben just shrugged. <span class="mu-r">“What? I can't be the only one doing it.”</span> Everyone looked at each other, but no one bothered denying it. <span class="mu-r">“Well try being a little less obvious about it at least.”</span> Ward scoffed, clearly frustrated by Ben’s mere presence. Ben looked like he was about to say something unkind in return, so you cut him off immediately. <span class="mu-s">“Sorry about that. We're really grateful to have you explain everything to us. Both of you”</span> you said, flashing your most diplomatic smile as you glanced between them. Mina tilted her head to the side slightly and gave you a curious look. Ward barely concealed his sneer as he regarded you. <span class="mu-r">“Think nothing of it. Someone had to address the Grootslang in the room.”</span> (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:lxNAE1NF Fri 17 Jan 2025 03:20:23 No. 6177853 Report Quoted By:
Dephyne let out a groan that told you this hadn't been the first time that phrase was used in this room, but offered nothing to the conversation. <span class="mu-s">“I'm sure Garth would have gotten to it eventually. Right, big guy?”</span> you joked. The Zombie Prince let out a breathy, wheezing sound, and that earned a chuckle from Delphyne, Young, and, miraculously, Carnelian. Ward ignored you both and returned his attention to the mercenary. You offered the twins an apologetic look anyway, but the sister seemed to be the only one who noticed. She waved her hand dismissively, as if to say “Think nothing of it”. You liked this twin a lot better, you thought. <span class="mu-r">“Thrall. What is your name?”</span> Ward demanded. The man turned to stare at him. He wore a black and gold skull helmet with angry red lenses, not too unlike the Taskmaster's. He was also very buff, and had blue skin. <span class="mu-b">“They call me Walker.”</span> he declared, his voice sounding like it had been processed. <span class="mu-s">“I thought he was one of yours.”</span> you said, looking pointedly at Garth. Delphyne made a sound of agreement, as if she could see where you were coming from. Ben shook his head, but didn’t say anything. You could tell that he <span class="mu-i">wanted</span> to say something, but couldn't risk communicating it to you without being overheard. And then, something inconceivable happened. A pale figure, a woman wearing a dark form-fitting gown, peaked out from behind Walker. Her hair and eyes were black as pitch, and her movements flowed with an unnatural grace. You were about to ask whether this was another warrior, when you looked around and realized that no one else was reacting to this. Not even the man that she was standing directly behind. Those dark eyes fixed on you, and an icy lance of fear pierced your heart, freezing you in place. You couldn't even breathe! This…”thing” was pinning you in place with her gaze alone. As soon as her gaze left you, you found yourself able to breathe again, but now she was looking past you. At something that most people weren't even remotely capable of seeing. This human-shaped abyss of negative energy was staring straight at Khonshu. You knew, without even having to turn around. The room had grown very cold now, and you couldn't hear anything that anyone was saying. The lady in black grinned, and neither you nor Mercy could suppress a shudder at that. Everything about it just felt <span class="mu-i">wrong</span> <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">“Be strong, dear daughter.”</span></span> Khonshu said, his voice wavering, ever so slightly. And that slight waver might have been the most terrifying part of this whole encounter. <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">“Don't fear the reaper. You are under my protection.”</span></span> The woman in black stretched her arm out, and you had to fight your each and every instinct to avoid scrambling away. But instead of reaching for you, she turned her arm over, crooked a boney finger, and made a “come hither” gesture. A moment later, she was gone, and so was the reassuring presence of your god. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:lxNAE1NF Fri 17 Jan 2025 03:21:59 No. 6177856 Report Quoted By:
The room felt like it was spinning. Your north star, your anchor was gone, and- <span class="mu-s">“Cindy? Are you alright?”</span> Your breathing halted, and you looked at Young in alarm, surprised that you could even hear her through the pounding of blood in your ears. How long had she been calling your name? How long had you been quiet for? Why was everyone looking at you? Ben grabbed your arm, and you very nearly jumped. He kept a firm grip, and you fought to get your breathing under control. It was then that you realized your claws were digging into your flesh again, drawing blood. Ben used his own sleeve to wipe it off of your hand, and you almost wanted to apologize for making him do that. But instead, you relaxed your breathing, slowed your heart rate, and smoothed your tail out. The hairs were all standing on end, as if you were some sort of startled cat. Maybe that wasn't such an inaccurate description. Everyone waited patiently for you to calm, which might have been the most humiliating part of it. It made you feel fragile, like you were made of glass, and all the monsters that you came here to impress needed to coddle you. You mentally chastised yourself for letting your control slip, and smoothed out the hair on your head, accidentally grazing your vulpine ears with the tips of your fingers. You searched the expressions of everyone in the room. Ana was a reassuring presence beside you, waiting for you to pull yourself together and regain your footing. Ben apparently didn't appreciate her attitude towards the situation, and didn't bother to hide it. Young was clearly worried for your well-being, which was heartening. Delphyne had all of her eyes on you, but was watching more out of curiosity than concern. Garth was…well, Garth. Carnelian remained stubbornly stoic on the outside, not giving any indication of his true thoughts or feelings. You hoped that he was still capable of empathizing with you. But the person who gave you pause was Wilhelmina. Her gaze had softened somewhat, and you saw something in her that you hadn't before. It looked like pity. Pity for the scared, confused girl that you let show. The girl that you were purposefully pretending NOT to be. You'd shown weakness, and you hated yourself for it. But…a part of you felt that your feelings were entirely valid. After all, it wasn't everyday that you met a reaper. And the experience was far more unpleasant than you had ever anticipated it would be. <span class="mu-s">“Sorry. Sorry. I don’t know what happened there.”</span> you said, watching the wound close up on your hand, before returning your attention to the room. <span class="mu-s">“It's been…a day.”</span> Deep breaths, Cindy Moon. You're a big girl. You can do this. <span class="mu-i">“That it has.”</span> Carnelian said, a bit of sympathy showing through his stoic mask. <span class="mu-s">“Thank you all for waiting. And thank you for…bringing these brave warriors to help me in my mission.”</span> you said, gesturing at the three. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:lxNAE1NF Fri 17 Jan 2025 03:23:00 No. 6177858 Report The one known as Walker actually waved at you, and you gave him a polite nod, not trusting yourself enough to offer a genuine smile. Ross gave you a disarming smile full of teeth, and muttered something along the lines of “This mouse has manners.” Don't stutter. Push through it. <span class="mu-s">“It means a lot. I know we don't know each other too well, but-”</span> <span class="mu-r">“What is your ‘mission’, exactly?”</span> Ward asked. Young openly glared at the man. <span class="mu-s">“Oh give her a break, you lousy-!”</span> <span class="mu-s">“No, no. It's okay.”</span> you said, raising a hand to stop her before she could really get going. <span class="mu-s">“My mission is to protect the travelers of the night, as Khonshu wills it.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Ah, yes. Your ‘moon god’.”</span> The way he said it made you want to punch him in the face. But you somehow managed to suppress the urge. <span class="mu-i">“Ward.”</span> Carnelian said in a warning tone. <span class="mu-r">“I am simply inquiring as to whether her ‘mission’ involves <span class="mu-s">scouring</span> us from the face of the earth. I know we're all thinking about it.”</span> None of the council members seemed pleased by the blunt nature of Ward's approach, but they also didn't dismiss the accusation. Young could have, but then she would get accused of showing clear favoritism. If having her vouch for you was all you needed to settle the matter, then you would have never needed to come down here in the first place. You needed to solve this with your own words. What will you say?>”I’m going to be brutally honest here. I didn’t know about any of you, or this place, or the prophecy, or my own grandmother until today.” >”I don’t kill supernatural creatures for no reason. So long as everyone stays civil, no one has to be hunted down.” >”I’m sorry, I have to say it. Did no one else notice the literal reaper hanging out in the back there?” >”I don’t know what your prophecy says about me, and frankly, I don’t care. Because that's not who I am. I’m no savior, and I'm not a great and mighty destroyer. I’m just…me.” >Write-in.
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>>6177858 >>”I’m going to be brutally honest here. I didn’t know about any of you, or this place, or the prophecy, or my own grandmother until today.” Anonymous
>>6177858 Wilhelmina made a deal with Death that her brother doesn’t know about? Only thing I can think of to explain her insistence about her “thrall” that even Khonshu is worried about. Might be worth a jab at Ward later if needed, something about how his sister has already brought enough attention on the two of them without him adding The Slayer to the mix.
But that’s for later, when we have a better understanding of why a reaper would be interested in us. And if it’s because of the Slayer stuff then we’ll need to add “beat down an anthropomorphized universal constant(?)” to our list out of principle.
>”I’m going to be brutally honest here. I didn’t know about any of you, or this place, or the prophecy, or my own grandmother until today.” >”With that in mind, any prophetic scouring to be done here would occur under the ‘self-fulfilling’ clause. What reasons would you have for being destroyed?” He hits hard, hit it back hard.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:lxNAE1NF Sat 18 Jan 2025 19:56:42 No. 6178768 Report Quoted By:
>>6177867 >>6178245 >>6178253 >”I’m going to be brutally honest here. I didn’t know about any of you, or this place, or the prophecy, or my own grandmother until today.” >”With that in mind, any prophetic scouring to be done here would occur under the ‘self-fulfilling’ clause. What reasons would you have for being destroyed?” Taking these. Writing...
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:lxNAE1NF Sun 19 Jan 2025 01:04:50 No. 6178995 Report Quoted By:
Instead of shrinking into your chair or snapping back like he wanted, you met his gaze with a challenging look of your own. <span class="mu-s">“I'm going to be brutally honest here. I didn't know about any of you, or this place, or the prophecy, or my own grandmother until today.”</span> Delphyne raised an eyebrow, looking more than a little skeptical. <span class="mu-g">“Seriously? Not even your own grandmother?”</span> <span class="mu-s">“I led a sheltered life, okay?”</span> you snapped back, before returning your attention to Ward, and narrowing your eyes at him. <span class="mu-s">“With that in mind, if there was any ‘prophetic scouring’ to be done down here, it would occur under a ‘self-fulfilling’ clause. So, tell me, what reasons would you have for being destroyed?”</span> Ward’s mouth fell open for a moment, but his expression quickly darkened as he bared his fangs in a toothy snarl that you found much more fitting for a Nosferatu. His sister just shook her head at him. <span class="mu-r">“I'm sure you'll come up with something…”</span> he said through gritted teeth, leaning over the table. Carn's arms tensed, but you had a feeling that his attention was mostly focused on the snarling vamp. <span class="mu-s">“She's telling the truth.”</span> Young put in, looking shame-faced. <span class="mu-s">“She's never met me before, and I'd bet her parents never breathed a word about the prophecy to her.”</span> Garth’s raspy inhale sounded a little sharper than usual, and you wondered whether that was meant to be a gasp. <span class="mu-i">“That doesn't mean that the prophecy isn't true.”</span> Carnelian added, and you couldn't help but feel betrayed by his words. <span class="mu-i">“Your granddaughter was merely the most credible ‘Slayer candidate’ on our list.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“What do you mean by ‘Slayer candidate’?”</span> Ben asked. <span class="mu-r">“You make it sound like this is some kind of contest.”</span> <span class="mu-s">“Yeah, one you don't wanna win.”</span> you said grumpily. <span class="mu-g">“Is ‘Skul’ another one of these candidates?”</span> Ana asked. <span class="mu-g">“He has ‘The Slayer’ in his title.”</span> You and Ben nodded your agreement. <span class="mu-r">“Yeah. Our girl doesn't have that.”</span> Ben chimed in. <span class="mu-i">“Skul will be dealt with.”</span> Carnelian promised. <span class="mu-i">“That man is problem enough without proclaiming himself to be a prophetic savior.”</span> <span class="mu-g">“What exactly does this prophecy say?”</span> Ana inquired. Young opened her mouth to answer, but Ben's hand shot out before she could say anything. <span class="mu-r">“Ooh! I know this one. Can I tell it?”</span> Young sat back in her chair with a huff and waved a dismissive hand in his direction. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:lxNAE1NF Sun 19 Jan 2025 01:05:51 No. 6178997 Report Quoted By:
<span class="mu-r">“Cool. Basically, there's this white-haired demon child that's supposed to arrive during the beginning of a great war between the sides of light and dark, and it's got two sides to it. One a savior of man, and the other a savior of monsters. One will bring ruin to the world of man, and the other will destroy all monsters everywhere.”</span> Ben explained, this time without his usual dramatic flair. <span class="mu-r">“Since this was all written on degrading Cyclopean tapestries, no one's sure about which one we're getting, or whether the prophecy is talking about two seperate people.”</span> <span class="mu-g">“And you all think that she is the destroyer?”</span> Ana said, gesturing at you as she looked between each of the council members. <span class="mu-g">“We don’t know for sure.”</span> Delphyne admitted, leaning her chin on her hands, her elbows resting on the table. <span class="mu-g">“But it's better to be safe than sorry. If the vampires really are making a move soon, then we don't have a whole lot of time before the Slayer reveals themselves.”</span> <span class="mu-s">“But what if the prophecy's wrong?”</span> you said, shaking your head. <span class="mu-s">“It sounds to me like you don't really have all the details.”</span> Young sighed. <span class="mu-s">“Because a Cyclopean oracle is never wrong.”</span> she said begrudgingly, as if she wanted to be wrong. <span class="mu-s">“Had they not been wiped out long ago, they would have built an empire that <span class="mu-i">far</span> surpasses anything that humans have accomplished so far. Their foresight is said to have been uncannily accurate.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Not accurate enough to stop them from getting wiped out.”</span> Ben muttered. Walker nodded, and Carnelian’s ears twitched. It was a little disconcerting how the right side of his mouth curled up into a smile, but the left remained stoic as ever. <span class="mu-i">“Yes. You aren’t alone in that opinion. No one knows for certain what led to their demise.”</span> Carnelian expressed. <span class="mu-i">“But their faith in Cyclopean fortune telling hasn’t faded entirely.”</span> <span class="mu-s">“But how do we know that this vampire war is the major war from the prophecy? This isn't the first time that vampires have attacked the city, and it won’t be the last.”</span> you argued. Ward laughed at you. Actually. Laughed. <span class="mu-r">“You don’t know the scope of it yet, do you?”</span> he said, wiping a tear from his eye. <span class="mu-r">“This isn’t going to be an attack. It will be a <span class="mu-s">slaughter</span>.”</span> The way he said that last part caused everyone other than Garth to turn and glare at him. Even his own sister. He looked like he wanted to say more, but Mina cut him off. <span class="mu-r">“Tell me,”</span> she began. <span class="mu-r">“What do you know of the Darkhold?”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Sister…”</span> There was a clear undertone of menace in the way Ward said it, but the lady Nosferatu kept ignoring him. You frowned in confusion. What did “The Book of The Damned" have to do with this? <span class="mu-s">“The Book of Chthon? What about it?”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Then…what of the Montesi Formula?”</span> she asked. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:lxNAE1NF Sun 19 Jan 2025 01:06:51 No. 6178998 Report Quoted By:
When your confused look persisted, she glanced between Ben and Ana, but neither of them seemed to understand what she was saying either. The vampiress frowned as well. She looked genuinely put out, for some reason. Ward's hand hit the table so hard that it cracked. <span class="mu-r">“MINA! That. Is. Enough.”</span> Everyone tensed, preparing for a fight to break out. But Mina didn't rise to meet her brother's anger. She seemed to be puzzling something over in her head. <span class="mu-r">“Something is terribly wrong here.”</span> she muttered. <span class="mu-b">“You've got that right, sister. The proximity alarm's gone off.”</span> Walker said, checking a device on his wrist. Everyone turned to stare at him. <span class="mu-b">“And we've got about 4 minutes before we're drowning in zombies.”</span> Alarm registered on the faces of everyone present, and Ben was glancing over at the door, likely feeling for that danger sense of his. <span class="mu-s">“What is he talking about?”</span> Young asked, looking between him, Mina and Garth. Garth groaned, and Garth whipped something out of his cloak. Your eyes widened as soon as you recognized it. <span class="mu-b">“You've done enough, old timer.”</span> Walker said, right before he pulled the trigger on his hand cannon. The noise that erupted from it was so loud that it left both sets of your ears ringing! In an instant, the entire left side of Garth’s face was gone, exposing the black, rotting matter inside. The room exploded into motion. Ben webbed the muzzle of the gun, gluing the barrel shut. Solomon Kane moved to grab the gun, but Harpy was quicker, skewering Walker with her talons and lifting him up. She had risen to her full height, and was moving to tear Walker's throat out with her bare teeth. The mercenary cracked her across the jaw with the butt of his pistol, planted his boot on her chest, and kicked off of her. Before he had even hit the ground, Ward was already moving to intercept. His body blurred as he made use of his inherent supernatural speed, but you were able to make out his general outline. Your kinetic vision had improved as a result of your transformation, it seemed, because you clearly saw Carnelian snatch up the Nosferatu before he could reach the thrall. The Were had grabbed him by the throat, and Ward's glowing red eyes <span class="mu-i">burned</span> as they settled on Carnelian. Both Ben and Ana moved to shield you, and Delphyne and Young went to check on Garth. The Zombie Prince was groaning pitifully, swaying in his seat, but still, somehow, seemed okay. Despite the fact that half his head was now missing. Walker rolled when he hit the floor, throwing off his cloak and removing another device from his belt. He wasn't wearing much more than a black tank top and jeans under it. You could clearly see where the Harpy’s claws had pierced his flesh, but he didn't pay it any mind. <span class="mu-b">“Right. I guess we're doing this the hard way.”</span> he said, pressing a button on what was undoubtedly a detonator of some kind. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:lxNAE1NF Sun 19 Jan 2025 01:08:10 No. 6179000 Report Quoted By:
Ben realized too late, and instead moved to cover you with his own body. <span class="mu-s">“Bomb! Everyone get-”</span> You never got to finish what you were going to say, because Walker pressed the button, and the ceiling came crashing down. —---- A shower of rubble and dirt rained down over the table, and Ben chose that time to scoop you up and run for the door. You shouted in surprise, still trying to see through the chaos. Your eyes found Ana, but instead of following you out, she leapt onto the table, ran across it, and lunged at the Harpy! You tried to scream out her name, choked on some dust, and then watched helplessly as Ben carried you out of the room, and towards the hollowed out spinal column. At your urging, he set you down on your feet, and looked you over. <span class="mu-r">“Are you alright!?”</span> <span class="mu-s">“Fine.”</span> you coughed out. <span class="mu-s">“But Ana, and grandma…!”</span> You pointed back into the room, and Ben turned back as if he might spot both of them from here. <span class="mu-r">“Shit! We need to get you away from here, first.”</span> <span class="mu-s">“But, Ben-!”</span> <span class="mu-r">“This was a trap, Cindy! We need to get you to safety.”</span> he said, not leaving any room for argument. You stared into his eyes, and saw the red blur behind him too late. Ward grabbed Ben by the shoulder and threw him into a wall, cracking the stone with the weight of the impact. You cried out, and balled your hands into fists, ignoring the pain of your claws cutting into your flesh. Ward sneered down at you, his body suffused with a glow that seemed to be coming from inside his body. Likely the result of countless wards and spell inscriptions carved into his very bones. The Bone Horror. <span class="mu-r">“And where…do you think you're going?”</span> he said, an ugly snarl spreading across his face. <span class="mu-r">“Home!” Ben shouted, flying in from the side and tackling Ward into the opposing wall. “She's got…school in the morning!” He punctuated that last part with a punch to the face. You ran to go help him, but a solid weight slammed into your chest, sending you stumbling back through the spinal column. You coughed painfully, and time seemed to slow to a crawl. Your eyes stared through the tunnel of clear air that had been formed by whatever had hit you, and they met your grandmother's. Her hand was outstretched, and her palm glowing faintly. She looked remorseful, her expression pained. And then she was gone, and you were sent tumbling down an incline carved from bone. You sink your claws into it, slowly sliding to a stop, but another explosion rang out, and the entire skeleton <span class="mu-i">shuddered</span>. <span class="mu-s">“Oh crap!”</span> The spine fractured, and the cracks spider-webbed until your makeshift handheld crumbled, sending you sliding back out of the mountain. Mercy reshaped herself as you went, coiling around your body until you were bundled up like a mummy. The pain you felt from falling subsided then, the bandages absorbing the shock somehow. (Cont.)</span>
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:lxNAE1NF Sun 19 Jan 2025 01:09:11 No. 6179003 Report You felt yourself falling for some time, struggling against the bandages the entire way down. When you stopped moving, the bandages receded, and you were left laying in the jaws of the Grootslang. You rolled over onto your hands, and crawled out over the skeleton's teeth, and onto the sand. <span class="mu-s">“Mercy! We need to go back!”</span> you shouted, staring back up at the mountain. It was further away than it had been. So was the Grootslang skeleton, for that matter. Walker's explosives must have dislodged it from the rock. Smoke had started to rise from its peak, and a rush of fear ran through you. <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">“We have problems of our own to worry about.”</span></span> Mercy said, forcefully turning you around so that you saw what she saw. You narrowed your eyes at the shapes moving in the sand surrounding the mountain. And when several of them emerged, the pit that had formed in your stomach grew. <span class="mu-s">“Oh no…”</span> One after another, zombies rose up out of the sand, shriveled up and moaning, with their hands outstretched towards you. No. Towards the mountain behind you. <span class="mu-s">“That's a lot of zombies…!”</span> There were so many already, and there was still more rising up out of the ground! <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">“We have slain worse…”</span></span> Mercy said, her voice filling your ears as she wrapped you in bandages from head to toe. Only this time, you were able to move freely. Walker was wrong about one thing. The undead army was already upon you. What will you do?>Stop the undead horde from reaching the council chambers! >Create a blockade and head back inside. You need to make sure that your people are okay. >Wait and see what happens. Maybe these guys are just trying to protect their boss after Walker blew his head off. >Write-in.
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>>6179003 >>Create a blockade and head back inside. You need to make sure that your people are okay. That went wrong fast
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>>6179003 So Mina made a deal thinking we would kill the vampires, and it turns out we don’t seem capable of it. Self-fulfilling prophecy, asshole. Should have thought of that before you hooked up with Skul or Dracula or whoever you’re with.
>Create a blockade and head back inside. You need to make sure that your people are okay. >”That ‘alter my physiology’ thing you mentioned, how much can you do safely? I need to move fast.” Zombies are already dead, and they’re converging on a place we don’t care about. We only want the people inside. Get them out and move on.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:lxNAE1NF Wed 22 Jan 2025 06:17:02 No. 6181057 Report >>6179021 >>6179053 >Create a blockade and head back inside. You need to make sure that your people are okay. Apologies for the delays! My old computer broke down, and I just finished assembling my new one! I'll try to post an update tomorrow as soon as I get home from work.
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>>6181057 I miss the days when I could build a comp. Not enough desk space for anything other than a laptop here, and all the real building fun comes with desktops.
Thanks for the update, and I hope the PC nuke didn’t make you lose anything important!
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:lxNAE1NF Thu 23 Jan 2025 00:04:38 No. 6181441 Report Quoted By:
<span class="mu-s">“No. We need to go back.”</span> you insisted, your voice changing to sound more like Mercy's. <span class="mu-s">“Ben, Ana and Grandma Young are in there!”</span> <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">“Yes. And they will be too if we turn and run.”</span></span> Mercy argued. <span class="mu-s">“Then let's set up some barricades.”</span> you said, glancing over at the Grootslang skeleton. <span class="mu-s">“Ugh! I wish I brought my mom's sword with me.”</span> As soon as you said that, though, a bolt of cloth extended from your wrist, and immediately went rigid. You gave it a few test swings, and marveled at the way it didn't waver in the slightest! <span class="mu-s">“Whoa! Cloth sword…”</span> you breathed. <span class="mu-s">“But can it cut through bone?”</span> <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">“That depends on your technique, girl.”</span></span> Mercy said. <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">“Now, hurry. I cannot keep this up for long.”</span></span> You nodded and ran over to stand in front of the Grootslang's rib cage. You held the cloth sword out in front of you, focused on your breathing, and cleared your mind. Just don't think about the zombie horde slowly creeping up on you... Don't focus on strength. Accuracy was everything here. Mercy would compensate for the rest. Already, you could feel her cloth fibers firming up the muscles in your arms, chest, shoulders and flanks. Once you had a clear idea of where to swing, you brought the cloth sword down in a flash, cleanly severing the large bone from its larger skeleton. You repeated this several more times, your improvised blade gliding through the tough material with surprising ease. Mercy was somehow able to read the movements of your muscles, twisting and contorting the blade to suit your purposes, all without sacrificing too much of its rigidity. This continued until you had a sizable collection of ribs and similarly sized bones. Then, using Mercy's cloth tendrils, you gathered them all up and stabbed them into the ground, walls and ceiling of the cave entrance leading up the mountain path. You slipped through easily, weaving a tangled web of cloth in your path, blocking off the entrance with fabric that was tough as steel, but thin enough in some place that it could easily slice through flesh if something tried to force its way through. You made similar razor wire traps on your way up, experimenting with the elevation and placement of them. You were pretty sure that your defenses wouldn't hold forever, but you didn’t need them to. All you had to do was make sure that everyone you cared about got out alive. You ran, climbed, and crawled your way up the steep mountain path, not at all winded thanks to Mercy's assistance. But, unfortunately, you didn’t make it back to the council chamber without running into opposition. You ground to a halt before a female Nosferatu that was trying extremely hard not to look like a Nosferatu. You and Wilhelmina locked eyes, and you let out a low snarl. <span class="mu-s">“Out of my way!”</span> you demanded. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:lxNAE1NF Thu 23 Jan 2025 00:06:17 No. 6181443 Report <span class="mu-r">“If you and your allies wish to retreat from here, I will not stop you.”</span> she said through a slight lisp, bringing you up short. <span class="mu-r">“In fact, I would prefer it if you left. So long as you do not attempt to eliminate my brother, we have no quarrel.”</span> <span class="mu-s">“He's trying to kill my family!”</span> you shouted angrily, pointing further down the tunnel. <span class="mu-r">“Yes. He's convinced that killing you and the Huntsman will earn him the favor of a powerful vampire lord.”</span> Mina said simply, rubbing her hands together in a praying mantis-like gesture. <span class="mu-r">“If you and yours can find a way to end things without killing him, then I will see to it that he leaves you alone.”</span> You couldn't trust a promise like that. This had to be a trick. Mercy thought so too. <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">“Why are we wasting our time and breath on this wretch? Kill her and be done with it.”</span></span> she urged. Mina held your gaze the entire time, waiting to see what decision you would come to. What will you do?>”No deal. I can’t trust either of you. I tried being nice, and look where it got us.” >”Your brother's too dangerous to be kept alive. He'll try and attack us again, I just know it.” >"How can I expect you to keep up your end of the bargain? Do you have a contract demon hidden under your dress that I don't know about?" >”How do you expect me to knock him out when he's rampaging at full power? If you wanna make a deal, then I'm gonna need you to meet me halfway.” >”Why wouldn't you want your brother to succeed? Doesn't it benefit you to earn the favor of this vampire lord?” >Rush past her! She can't stop you once you meet up with the others. >Pretend to take her deal, and strike her down when she least expects it. >Write-in.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:lxNAE1NF Thu 23 Jan 2025 00:07:41 No. 6181445 Report >>6181390 I managed to save most of my files, but I'm gonna have to dive back in to save my tabletop pdfs later! This new computer is working much better than my old one, thankfully.
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>>6181443 >>”How do you expect me to knock him out when he's rampaging at full power? If you wanna make a deal, then I'm gonna need you to meet me halfway.” Lets hear her out
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>>6181443 >”Your so-called thrall proved he’s not the only one making deals in the wrong places.” >”If I’m going become The Slayer and bring war against monsterkind, it’ll be because of you. Not him. You don’t get to know why until the next time we meet.” >”… if he runs, he lives. If I find something more important to deal with after he’s beaten, he also lives. If you want more, you find ways to get off my shit list quick. Now help or get out of the way before he does something he can’t take back.” The only thing I could see letting me support a true “kill the monsters” path is if her little reaper makes a move on us, and Khonshu defends us. I’m guessing she has the power to kill The Slayer as a concept and end the prophecy outright, and that gives her the power to hurt or kill even a god. Only reason I could see Khonshu hesitating. In the worst-case scenarios? I’d grab Moon Knight and other Khonshu disciples and end the people that were responsible for it. Their society would likely be collateral in that war.
It may be a complete misread of the situation, but I don’t buy that she has no idea of what was hiding in her “thrall”, and her brother seemed confused by it so I’m sure he’s not in the loop completely. Besides, rattle her hard enough and she may confirm it.
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>>6181487 i'm against this, don't imply we might follow the prophecy even as a threat. Its a real "collective punishment" kinda thing
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>>6181499 Fair enough. I can try to think of another way to word it, but I can’t think of anything right now that would carry the weight I want.
I’ve had time to think over Khonshu’s reaction by now and I decided that put her in a special category of disliked/hated people for me. No one should make our god fear protecting one of his disciples. I’d write something to that effect, but I don’t want to reveal that much. It’s the sort of info that can be used against us, and I can’t tell exactly where Mina really stands.
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>>6181443 >”How do you expect me to knock him out when he's rampaging at full power? If you wanna make a deal, then I'm gonna need you to meet me halfway.” >”Why wouldn't you want your brother to succeed? Doesn't it benefit you to earn the favor of this vampire lord?” Guess I’ll just stick with these. I’m not happy to be working with her, but if all we dig up on her is that she made deals because of the Slayer stuff then I won’t escalate further. We should learn more later.
>>6181445 Don’t forget passwords and such, that was a pain when I upgraded my computer. 7 years of web history on mine and it turns out I didn’t grab all the right folders to copy that over. Not all my accounts had a working email address so I lost access to them. Not a huge loss, but it was annoying.
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>>6181443 >"How can I expect you to keep up your end of the bargain? Do you have a contract demon hidden under your dress that I don't know about?" She can promise whatever. It's just words. What do we gain from the risk of sparing her brother, anyway? Killing him also will make sure he leaves us alone (theoretically). He started this fight despite all our effort to persuade otherwise.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:lxNAE1NF Fri 24 Jan 2025 21:58:16 No. 6182535 Report Quoted By:
>>6181461 >>6182083 >”How do you expect me to knock him out when he's rampaging at full power? If you wanna make a deal, then I'm gonna need you to meet me halfway.” Taking these. Writing...
>>6182083 That was the most annoying part of switching over, yeah. I can't remember all the passwords I set, so I usually end up having to reset them when I want to log back into an account that I rarely use.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:lxNAE1NF Fri 24 Jan 2025 22:56:05 No. 6182564 Report <span class="mu-s">“How do you expect me to knock him out when he’s rampaging at full power?”</span> you pointed out, giving her an impatient look. <span class="mu-s">“If you wanna make a deal, then I’m gonna need you to meet me halfway.”</span> Mina let out a contemplative hum, but seemed to acquiesce with a discreet nod. <span class="mu-r">“Mm. Will this suffice?”</span> she asked, brandishing a small, shiny red crystal shard. You squinted at it, trying to figure out what it was. <span class="mu-s">“Is that a ruby? Are you seriously bribing me right now?”</span> you said, not bothering to hide the annoyance in your voice. Mina pinched the crystal between her thumb and forefinger and held it up to eye level. <span class="mu-r">“What, you don’t know what this is? I thought you came from a family of monster hunters.”</span> Your frown deepened, and you stepped a bit closer in order to scrutinize the gem further. <span class="mu-s">“I don’t have time to play 20 questions with you.”</span> you said with a frustrated huff. <span class="mu-s">“Are you gonna tell me or not?”</span> Mina lowered her eyelids in a clear sign of disappointment, and pinched both ends of the crystal with a bit more force. A small trickle of red blood, something unusual for a Nosferatu, dribbled out of her finger and trailed down the gem. The rock reacted immediately, lighting up with an ominous crimson glow that was extremely similar to the burning glow of her own red eyes in this dark cave. <span class="mu-r">“This is a fragment of the Bloodgem. I cannot use it in the same way that living beings can, due to my…nature.”</span> she admitted, with more than a little frustration. <span class="mu-r">“But I <span class="mu-i">have</span> learned much by studying it. This will provide you with the edge you need.”</span> She offered her hand to you, and you instinctively took a step back. A Bloodgem fragment!? A Nosferatu had a fragment of the stone that was used by the legendary Ulysses Bloodstone himself!? How’d she manage to get her hands on <span class="mu-i">that</span>? And what does she want you to do with it? <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">“I don’t trust her.”</span></span> Mercy whispered in your ear. What will you do?>Carefully accept the gem from her. >Allow Mercy to touch it first. >”What’s it supposed to do? How do I use it?” >”And…you’re just letting me have this? I don’t have to return it or anything?” >”Won’t he know that you helped me if I walk up to him with this in my hand? Aren’t you afraid of being caught?” >"What's your stake in all this? Why're you helping me?" >Ask for something else instead. That thing’s probably fake, or it's part of some plan to kill or control you. (Write-in.) >Write-in.
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>>6182564 >>Carefully accept the gem from her. Oooooo shiny
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>>6182564 >Allow Mercy to touch it first. >”What’s it supposed to do? How do I use it?” >”And…you’re just letting me have this? I don’t have to return it or anything?” Anonymous
>>6182564 >>6183665 Supporting. I looked up the Bloodgem and it seems like one of the things it might do is protect us from possession. Great and all, but it might impact Mercy if we use it wrong.
I’d turn it down if Mercy has a negative reaction. We can tell Mina we’re impressed/flattered, but
we’re not ditching one of our god’s gifts for it.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:lxNAE1NF Sun 26 Jan 2025 22:26:24 No. 6183978 Report Quoted By:
>>6183665 >>6183785 >Allow Mercy to touch it first. >”What’s it supposed to do? How do I use it?” >”And…you’re just letting me have this? I don’t have to return it or anything?” Taking these. Writing...
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:lxNAE1NF Sun 26 Jan 2025 22:52:50 No. 6183991 Report You stretched your hand out, allowing Mercy's tendrils to experimentally probe the stone before you touched it. And her reaction was immediate. Mercy hissed and retracted her tendrils, the edges of them visibly smoking from the brief contact. You cast a suspicious glare at Mina, but the vampire was only frowning in confusion. <span class="mu-r">“A curious reaction. What is the nature of that <span class="mu-i">thing</span> you are wearing?”</span> she asked, looking you up and down with those glowing eyes of hers. <span class="mu-s">“Nevermind that. Why don’t you start by telling me what that thing is, and how I'm supposed to use it.”</span> you said, rubbing the cloth covering your arm in an attempt to soothe Mercy. <span class="mu-r">“I was hoping that you would allow the Bloodgem to interface with your body, thus bolstering your physical form, and protecting you from things such as psychic intrusion, possession and vampiric infection.”</span> Mina said, lowering her head to stare curiously at the stone. <span class="mu-r">“But…seeing as how that is no longer possible…”</span> Mina tightened her hand around the stone, and seemed about to place it in her dress’s pocket. <span class="mu-s">“And…you were just going to let me have it? Just like that, without any catch?”</span> you asked, making her pause in putting it away. <span class="mu-r">“That was the idea, yes.”</span> she said, brandishing the Bloodgem once more. You stared at it, and your pulse quickened. Having that would undoubtedly give you the boost you needed to beat Ward, but Mercy seemed to be having a bad reaction to it. Maybe it had something to do with the gem's effects. If Mercy was a ghost that'd been conjured up by Khonshu, then maybe you couldn't use the gem, and wear Mercy at the same time. But that didn't mean that you couldn’t hold onto it for later. You expected Mercy to have something to say on the matter, but maybe she was angry about getting burned earlier. What will you do?>Ask for a container to hold the gem. It might come in handy later. >Take the gem with your own hands, and ask Mercy to create a gap for you to place it on your skin. >Ask her if she can do something else for you instead. (Write-in) >Gently turn down Mina's offer. You'll accept her vow of non-hostility as reward enough. >Write-in.
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>>6183991 >>Take the gem with your own hands, and ask Mercy to create a gap for you to place it on your skin. Anonymous
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>>6183991 She could be honest here. If she thinks we’d naturally end up an ally, having us immune to mind control or vampirism would remove some key ways of corrupting us.
Now, I’d said I’d turn it down, but on further thought
>Ask for a container to hold the gem. It might come in handy later. Not that I’m interested since it’d impact Mercy, but we DO happen to know a woman. One who wouldn’t likely turn down an artifact used by a legendary hunter. How often will we be able to give her something she (or Ben) couldn’t just buy?
Mina may not appreciate us handing this to someone else, but she can deal with it later when she finds out.