Kintsugi (SI/OC Worm Quest)

[LexPritch]

Kintsugi is the Japanese art of putting broken pottery pieces back together with gold — built on the idea that in embracing flaws and imperfections, you can create an even stronger, more beautiful piece of art.

But, you know, there is a mineral, pyrite, literally fools gold.
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You woke up with one thought, something is not the same as it was before. Maybe it's an unknown ceiling, maybe it's lack of the morning soreness you're used to in the morning, maybe it's the absence of an almost eternal morning groginess that haunted you since high school. Your body felt light, as if it wasn't stuffy there almost every time the muscles are overloaded. It's not nor...

You blink in confusion, what was normal?!

You don't quite remember who you were. But you lack something important, definitely.

You groan as you stood up. You can't catch right balance. You definitely were... distinct. From this body, that is.

You look yourself over. Desperately triyng not to lose that sense of balance you acquired.

You are scrawny. Legs and arms like sticks. Not much muscle mass, but not much fat, either. You have rosy pale skin, like you don't see sun much, blonde hair, if bang in your eye can be trasted.

And you needed get to toiler, ASAP.

***

After agonising search of bathroom in your/ not your home you flush water with feel akin to drug high. When you catch reflection of yourself in mirror. At least you assume it your's new yourself, not some bloody creeper in what you call your's new sanctuary.

Reflection shows a scrawny blonde kid in teens. Some of baby fat on cheeks, mop of dirty blond hair cut in bawl. The most noticeable feature is bright baby blue eyes, what look straight at you with almost childish curiosity.

It wasn't disturbing to look at... new you. Which greatly surprised you. You already can see what you can became in adulthood. Fairly tall, muscular with normal haircut... you will become top-tier poster-boy! Godsdammit!

Spoiler: Poster-boy

"Okay, o-okay."

You lookover the bathroom again. And come to bright conclusion!

"I need to figure out where am I, who am I and lot other things!"

You pump up your fist in air. In clear sign of the resolution. And nearly keel over, because you lost your balance.

"For fuck's sake!"

***

You again in the first room, scooping over the handful of notebooks and textbooks. You don't need your degrees in Mechanics to know what they're virtually useless in terms of practical knowledge. But they had deeply needed awareness over your situation. There is a name, constantly recurring name 'Greg Veder'. So, using deductive method by heart you decide what this is your new name. You don't quite remember your old name it's started with A, you think. And apparently was commonly used. But that is.

You apparently don't like that much, but what choice do you have?

"Going by material he or, rather I now in penultimate year. Meaning... I need to brush up my 'lazy student' tm​ skills. Buuuut, that raises the question! If he... I in eleventh year of school that mean I now, what? Fifteen year?" you twist a face. "No, if I look on notes, than I can quess he has some kind of mental attitude or illness or instability..? So, let's suggest a range between thirth... No, too young, fourteen up to eighteen, max. Meaning Greg might live with his fami..."

You scowl. You don't remember your family, your remember emotional bond, feeling. But, that is... You don't feel it anymore. You remember. And... you quickly came to acceptance. No need to cry over spoiled milk. And you want to ramble, again. On your own hypocrisy, on idiot that drop you here in this less than stellar meatsack. But it cease rather quickly. And second you drop that though your mind became hyperaware. Your hormones fucked up. That leads to another conclusion and you murmur in horror:

"Puberty... Acne-ridden face, female 'spell' of raging boner, embarrassment, because now I've fucked up stamina..." you gulp and wheeze."Godsdammit!"

***

After your impromptu whal... anxi... pan... ramble. Your decided to aquire some knowledge of the outside world. C'mon some idiot shove you into hormonal FUBAR of meatsack! Do you really want to tempt Captain Murphy?

So you paved your path to something distantly related to your compact and elegant Notebook. Monstrosity looked like scrap metal and you can't understand heads or tails in it. So, you decided to do something clever and relaxed. Let the meatsack run it's own complex commands as known as habits. Fifteen minutes later you struggle to understand users-unfriendly interface and just lean on habits. And your eyes were drown to one simple looking logo it was read:

'Parahumans Online'

"It's Fucking Worm."
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Who you were?

[]Tall, imposing figure. Boby reaped with toned muscles. Grace and statue in every movement. Pale fair skin. Long, strait blond hair, aristocratic features of face, sharp chin. Liliac irises.

Spoiler: The Royal

[]Average, lithe, toned figure. Body is sinewy rather than muscular. Your movements carry order. You're Island of Calm in the Sea of Chaos. Albino pretty boy.

Spoiler: The Tactician

[]Nothing distinct. Averange figure. Average face, average features. If someone pass a glance to you in the crowd he will momentaly forgets you.

Spoiler: The Enforcer

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What's with Greg's Family?

[]Try to explain your situation. Will draw unforseen consequences.

[]Play up amnesia. You really don't remember Greg's life.

[]You're in the middle of puberty, tho. Play up rebellious phase to cover up changes.

[]Write-in?

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So-o-o, what are we going to do with whole E-Bet BS?

[] First, and foremost we need to discreet where in the terms of timeline we are right now, browse PHO for any major news, changes.

[]After knowledge in terms of power comes money. Search room for money stash, search for major companies. Try to remember, what was popular in that time.

[]Time to plan. Revise what you need right now. You're in warzone right now in size of world.

Write-in?​

 

[LexPritch]

So, you're somewhere in Worm-verse. You need to determine where and when. You opened secondary tab in browser and wrote: 'My IP'

After clicking on couple of links. You know your geography. Brockton Bay. You think the phrase "Godsdammit" is pretty old. Okay now that.

You look at calendar bar at the bottom corner of monitor. '5:21AM. 1 Jul 2010.' It read.

So, how old are you was? Fourteen years old? You fondly remember that you drank, or rather will drink, your first beer this summer and get your first kiss in the fall. Good days.

This made you curious. You want to see your hometown, at least on pictures. A quick search on the Internet for 'St. Petersburg' found you some photos. You look with frightened fascination at the post-apocalyptic photographs of the destroyed city. It almost looked like Chernobyl. You swallow in horror and grief as you gaze at such familiar streets and landmarks. You want to curl up into a tight little ball and mourn your suddenly lost childhood ...

This made you even more curious. You wan... desperately need to know who done that. Who's fault it is?

After some shed tears, almost hour of research. You found him. The Behemoth. The Radioactive Beast. The Endbringer. You look up his 'trail'. Marun Fields in '92, Saõ Paolo in '93, New-York and Jakarta in '94, Your Capital Moscow in '95, Johannesburg, Cologne, Buenos Aires, Jinzhou, Ankara, Lyon, Vanderhoof, Lagos, Bogotà. It stops in '03 with second attack on Lyon.

It wasn't seen for almost seven years now. There's speculations that it'll attack in the end of this year. But that's just speculations without proof.

There's two more Leviathan the Ocean Monstrosity and Simurgh the Mindflayer. Leviathan is typical Kaiju from old japanese shows and he really resembles Godzilla. Simurgh, though, Simurgh ignite the feeling of Uncanny Valley in you. She, it is beautiful. Like something horrifying beautiful.

Spoiler: The Endbringers

Spoiler: Roll

Memory roll 1d100(50/70/90): 5 Fail.

You don't remember, but you have an inkling that there was some major plot-twist with The Endbringers. But enough of that. You need to remember when story started.

Spoiler: Roll

Memory roll 1d100(30/50/70): 92 Success!

Right, '11 Jan 2011'. You look at the threads dedicated to Brockton Bay. Nothing super major. Fuck up'ed old Brockton-Bay. Some fights, new idiotism by yours truly Uber&L33t, new cape group Undersiders, lewd album of some heroes...

Wait, lewds... Stop, get your head out of the gutter. Undersiders and fights, that's will need some R&R. And, maybe create the list of local capes, tho... lewds!

You stood up and stretch, popping sore joints and cast a glance at time '10:25AM'. Woah, your little research took solid five hours! No wonder you're so sore. And thirsty. And hungry. A-a-and you need the toilet, again...

Trait acquired: Scornful

***

You flush the toilet, wash your hands, and splash some water on your face. You look in the mirror, looking at your new look. Nothing new. You sigh heavily, close your eyes tightly and rub your face.

When you open your eyes, you are looking at your old reflection. You look at hair the color of white bones and pronounced ruby eyes ... Apparently, you were an albino. High cheekbones, sharp chin, sullen cheeks. You looked like a pretty albino boy from the nobility. Who knew?

Spoiler: Albino Pretty Boi

Your thoughts are interrupted by a sharp pain in your temples. You almost keel over from the pain, which begins to intensify with each passing moment. The next second you fall to the floor and the light turns off.

Focal point found: Robin The High Deliverer

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Spoiler: Roll

Memories roll 10d100: 536 you gain half of all memories in one ride. Good luck!

You slowly wake up with a pounding head and a sense of melancholy-tiredness-determination. The last lingering emotions of the sequence of memories.

You was Robin the Royal Tactician. Poor amnesiac guy that walk through the war only two years ago. You now remember joy-familiarity-camarderie of The Shepherds, feelings of brotherly love-affection-loyalty to Chrom, love-affection-euphoria of sex, regret-sorrow-seltloathing in regards of Emmeryn's fate, hate-disdain-understanding to Mad King.

You remember so much, yet so little.

In the same time you remember tiny screen of your 3DS, arts of all this people, love for them. Nights of grinding and nurturing of your Shepherds, of your Robin.

This is mildly confusing and terribly distracting. You clutch your head in pain. You look at your reflection and give out a girlish scream.

You look like shit. There's blood leaking from your bloodshot eyes, nose, even ears. You pale like papersheet. You hands tremble like you suffer drug withdrawal. Your pants wet, look like you cumed. And pain, pounding, nagging pain somewhere between your ears.

You crawl to the bathtub and fell over the edge, turning on cold water. You don't know how long you just lie there properly soaking in cold water. But you take off all your clothes and wash properly.

Albeit there some upsides you muse. You think much more clearer than before, and Robin's curiosity rubbed on you, it seems. You want to study something, anything really. You remember tactics and swordsmanship, too. At least you know where to start.

Robin The High Deliverer: 536 of 1000.
Traits acquired: Fast learner, Pain resistant
Skills acquired: Tactics E(S), Melee Weapons(Longsword) E(A)

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Pick 1:

Evening
[]Train
-[]Mind
-[]Body
-[]Skills
[]Research
-[]Local cape scene
-[]Undersiders
-[]World
[]Proceed memory package

 

[LexPritch]

Kintsugi:

Kintsugi - your shiny new ability. It allows you to withdraw memories of person(s) you already have intimate relation with. You know their story or you create them, for example. You must relieve this memories within your dreams or meditations. You relieve this memories from two standpoints, your own and person's to whom they belong. This process causes so called 'bleeding effect'.

'Bleeding effect' doesn't net you paranormal abilities or enchantment. Maximum you can work with ki if you find appropriate host. Meaning you gain only mental experiences. But you gain experience of usage such augmentations. Through sometimes some traits of person clings to you.

Spoiler: Example

You gain experience of usage and patterns of C.A.S.I.E. If your memory host acquired it's in his life

Skills acquired by "bleeding effect" implement themselves automatically, sort of reflex or instinct. You need some time and practice to proceed this skills from unconscious to completly conscious use.

Spoiler: Example

You acquired skill 'Swordsmanship E(A)'. There A is unconscious use and E conscious. Unconscious use implement itself only in situations where you was startled.

To gain access to said memories you need to find some comparatively similar experiences. Your own appearance, cosplay or some situations, sense of deja vù.

Keep in mind that memories had full emotional involvement. Meaning, you will relieve all of experience from euphoria of sex and drugs down to pain of torture and freezing touch of death.

Spoiler: Example

Shephard and suffocation. If you suffocate you relive overall experience of Commander Shepard, from slow loss of oxygen down to depressing emotions of the death in absolute solitude, then no one will hear your cries....

Memory package, skills and traits:

Memory package. Your gain from use of your ability. All packages scaled in 1000 points, or 100.0%

When you gain new package roll 10d100 to gauge how many memories you gain initially. Later roll 1d100 to gauge how many memories you gain via sleep or meditation.

Every 200 points or 20.0% you gain random skill associated with host of memories. Every 50.0% you gain new trait from random pool of traits associated with host of memories. When you finish package you gain special trait directly associated with host of memories.

Via usage of simple calculations we can determine, that you'll gain one common trait, one special trait and five skills.

Keep in mind that you need to train your skills. Every skill start in rank E. Only host own experience determine boundaries of skills. Roll 1d100 on to determine your progress, leftover points won't be transferred into next rank.

Ranks:
E - 100
D - 200
C - 300
B - 400
A - 500
S - 600

+/- ranks highly situative and require half of rank in points up to triple +/-

Spoiler: Example

Moving (Freeruning) A(A+++) 500+250+250+250=1250

Relationship and dialogue mechanic:

Relationship mechanic: when you introduced to new character you roll 5d100 to gauge you first impression on character, then roll 1d4 to understand negative or positive this impression, character gain same rules in accordance to you. Rolls benefit from visage or fame your's or character's. Fame or visage can lock positive or negative view.

Scale:

RS(-1000 - -800) ArchNemesis, kill on sight;

RA(-800 - 600) severe hate, disdain, fight on sight

RB (-600 - -400) mild hate, disdain, likely fight

RC(-400 - -200) slight disdain

RD(-200 - 0) Neutral in negative light easier for opponent to gain negative response.

Gain +25/+20/+15/+10/+5 to combat rolls
Suffer -25/-20/-15/-10/-5 to social rolls

D(0-200) Neutral in positive light easier for opponent to gain positive response

C(200-400) Acquaintances;

B(400-600)Friends;

A(600-800)Good Friends;

S(800-1000)Best Friends, Family, Lovers;

Gain +5/+10/+15/+20/+25 to social rolls
Suffer -5/-10/-15/-20/-25 to combat rolls

One CRIT mean +/- 150
Double CRIT mean +/- 350
Triple CRIT mean +/-700

After social sequence you gain 10% of your opponent rolls into your Reputation bar and vice versa.

Spoiler: Example

First impression 5d100/1d4: 326+20 fame /1 locked by fame = 346/1

RC impression. Your not impressed character causes for your slight disdain. Reputation bar for this character -346

Dialogue roll 1d100: 95-15= 80

Character gain 8 into Rep bar.

First impression 5d100/1d4: 253/4

C impression. Character thinks you're friend material. Reputation bar 253

Dialogue roll 1d100: 90 +15 = 115 CRITSuccess! 95+ 15=110 CRITSuccess! 37+15=42**

You gain 26 into Rep bar. Double CRITSuccess! you gain 350 into rep bar

Your Reputation with character D(30) yo easily can see good traits and want to continue dialogues with character.

Character's Reputation with you C(261) he considers you good friend material.

 

[LexPritch]

Spoiler: Roll

Memories roll 1d100: 76!

After your relaxing shower you again in your room. You dressed in new set of clothes, shorts and t-shirt. On monitor of your Monstrosity tab with simple steps to meditation.

Last session of Robin's memories left you curious, longing and little scared in all honesty, but you want to see the end of this story.

You tried to sit like a real yoga guru, but your body was against it. So, you are sitting cross-legged, you are holding your palms in this ... mudra. You try to remember, but there are only questions in your mind. You just sigh and go back to Monstrosity, opening a new tab and playing relaxing music.

Okay now, say no to distractions! You relax and let music wash over you. You concentrate on your breath, suppressing stray thoughts... Long breath in, hold, long breath out. Long breath in, hold, long breath out. Long breath in, hold, long breath out.

***

You are sitting in some kind of office. Medieval office, that is.

There is a table with papers. Reports of some kind of military aid, you mark, scrolling through them. Your mind races hundred thoughts a minute. It's kind of global. Strategy hasn't been your cup of tea, but you can scale some tactics, so to speak. Worry-pressure-stress.

"Plegia can offer no soldiers, but will provide eight hundreds warships and two hundred transports. In addition, we would be pleased to fully fund the campaign against Valm." said the most curvious woman you ever see. Wonder.

Aversa, supplied mind. Dark mage of immense power. Challenge.

"That is... surprisingly generous of you, milady." old loyal Frederick, only man that can pull of butler outfit under heavy armor. "We could not ask for more, quite literally. You offer most of your assets..." and there suspicion in his voice, all right in the world.

"I would give troops as well, but our army remains in shambles from the last war." said lanky, tall man, spreading his arms with the expression 'What can we do?'. Validar. May be Emm's assassin. "I trust the gold and ships will suffice as a sign of our commitment to the cause?"

"Of course it will. Thank you, King Validar." Chrom, oh Chrom, for Naga's sake, even Lissa is better in this than you. Amusement.

"The honor is ours, my prince." there a little scowl in Validar's face. "I look forward to building a strong bond between our two nations." of course you are. You don't want a repeat, do you?

"As do I." some can say this is smugness in Chrom's voice, but knowing him, he's sincere. "Then, if there's nothing else? My men and I must hurry back to Port Ferox."

"Oh, so soon?" chirped Aversa, voice laced with disappointment. Fake, though, oh foul mistress, why are you so easy on eyes? Is this your dress... or, rather, state of undress? "But I have one more introduction to make."

"...Yes?" Chrom's eyes darts back to Validar. Suspicion. "And who would that be?"

"A hierophant, the highest of his order in Plegia." said Validar, there's certain amusement, smugness even in his voice. Alert.

Validar claps his hand and stand couple steps back, revealing a figure in Plegian robes, just like yours, cowl on head. Familiarity.

He just stands there observing your little group. Frederick, Chrom. At last his gaze lands on you. Yours on him. Curiousity.

You can admit, that if you pull your own cowl up, then you could pose as him. Robin the Hierophant. Huh. Amusement.

That silence start to grate on your nerves. Awkwardness.

You speak up. "...So you lead the people in worship? We were just discussing religion earlier..."

And here goes your joke. Fuck you, too, buddy. Awkwardness-annoyance.

"...I'm sorry, have I said something to offend you?" you try again.

"...The heart still sleeps, but the blood flows through it. And the blood is strong..." your narrow your eyes on his reply. There must be meaning behind this phrase, you just can't see it now. Annoyance.

"Good hierophant, I would ask you to lower your cowl." thanks, Freddy, owe you one. " In Ylisse, it is a courtesy expected of one in the presence of royalty."

Man in front of you just huffed. "...You are a long way from Ylisse, sir. But very well..."

Hierophant had bone-white hair, ruby eyes, and... this is your face. You feel like your mouth forms a perfect 'O'. Shock.

"Is that better?" asked your look alike, there is little amused grin on his face.

"What?!" shouted somebo... Oh, it's you.

"By the gods!" Chrom shouted, pointing a finger at your copy.

"What matter of sorcery..." Frederick already with his sword half-naked.

You looked in eyes of your copy. "You look just like... me." Confusion.

"My name is Robin." your copy supplied with cruel smirk. "Oh, and that was YOUR name as well, wasn't it? What a strange coincidence..."

You just blinked.

And you're somewhere else. Right in front of you Dragon. Big, scaly, black thing.

Realisation-horror-DESPAIR.

There's six red eyes on his prolonged head, tusks and fang around maw, long strangely graceful horns, collar of smaller horns. There's six wide wings, that eclipse the sky. Long black body, tail somewhere... there, far away. And it's screaming.

"COME TO ME!"

***

You bolt up from your seat. Eyes scanning room, back to wall. There's nothing here, you realise. You slid down on wall. Your knees close to your chest, hands around them. Your eyes darts from one corner to another. There's something red on your knee. Blood. You drag a finger to your nose, then to eyes. Again you cry blood.

You shake your head, stand up and bolt to the bathroom. There're drums blaring in the background.


Robin the High Deliverer: 612 of 1000
Skill acquired: Diplomacy E(C)

***

You're brushing your hair. It's oddly comfortable process. There're harser then your previous hair, albeit tamer. And they easily brushed to the side, but you need a new haircut. It's pretty much obvious.

So, what in result? You was albino in your past live, maybe twice. Though Robin's memories foreign, almost alien. At least that's your feeling. You somehow linked to big scary dragon, too. You now knew easy textbook tactics, swordplay and a bit of diplomacy. Though Robin's diplomacy always end resulting in fight. You thoughtfully scratch your chin. You need to shave. It's pretty much obvious.

You're in fucking Brockton Bay. In the world which concept is broken people playing in cops and robbers. There's Merfy always has a field day. Because it's always going to be worse. Your own memories is big fucking hole. You don't even know anything about your new self. And all you remember about your past, that it's happened. You're in FUBAR situation. It's pretty fucking much obvious.

Bright side? You're alive! You've memories of the most brilliant Tactician you knew! You saw a Dragon, honest to Gods, Eldritch Dragon God and lived to tell the tale! You've a power! It's not flashy, but useful and will help you to survive. You've an adventure! And it's even somehow rigged in your gain, considering meta knowledge you possess. All in all? You need a goal. It's pretty much obvious.

And you need to find everything about yourself. The first step.

***

You rummaged your room upside-down and now sit at the table. There're manilla folder, cell phone, textbooks and lunch box with five hundreds dollars beside you.

Folder contains birth certificate. So, you're Gregory German Veder, born on 20 Aug 1995. You're fourteen right now. Son to one, German Albert Veder and one, Vanessa Madison Veder. At least you're not a bastard.

Cell phone contains only three contacts. 'Mom', 'Dad', and someone called 'Lizette'. It's sad, really, you remember more than three hundred contacts. Though, that means less people can call your bullshit. This 'Lizette' concerns you the most. Dynamics between your own parents and you, taught you that in most cases parents just close their eyes on their dumb teen kids.

And textbooks, again. Greg was book-smart guy at least, if not outright genius. He went to school at tender age of three or skipped couple of grades. That means something, you know, you skipped one grade in your school, it was hell and you vowed to yourself to never do dumd shit like that. This fall you'll become gradituate, again. And at fifteen, this is achievement. At least, for someone like Greg. Judging by disarray in textbooks he'd some kind of ADHD or was outright autistic.

So, role-model of some kind of nerdy guy with attention span of goldfish, but he worked on it?

You need to check his social accounts. In Net people tends to be more thoughtful and honest or be curled in their insecurities. Something to do with Bartender Syndrome. And this must be his social outlet, judging by number of his contacts.

You blink and remember your haircut. And suddenly it made so much sense. Godsdammit, Spoke!

***

You've so much blackmail, that this isn't even funny.

Greg Veder is infamous 'XxVoid_CowboyxX' of PHO. Yeah, that guy that have masters in Conspiracy Theories. That guy that always speaks bullshit nobody believes. That guy that was almost temporarily banned.

Guess what? He wasn't always spread bullshit! You now have so much blackmail, that this isn't even funny.

Apparently, almost year ago some smug bastard decided that you, XxVoid_CowboyxX, is have reputation for 'always bullshit'. And decided to gloat.

Yeah, it's dumb, you know. But it's your new life for you. Though how many people can brag about them having private discussion with Jack Fucking Slash and be alive and not mutilated? You're now one of them...

And funny thing? Couple of this guy just bragged you about their plans and just asked your opinion! There was someone going by 'Winged One', they discussed with you possibilities of Enbringers attacks. And Greg humoured them, they do all the math you just throw at them ideas. And looking at this tread and trail of Endbringers attacks? There's a question. Was Greg that good or 'Winged One' is Endbringer? There was one thread that started with 'Hello, they call me the Sleeper.'! Pretty chill guy with love for classic literature, apparently.

Though there's three salvageable threads for you right now. Alabaster and Cricket of Brockton's E88 and Gallant of Brockton's Wards.

In Alabaster's tread was pure gloating and dick measuring. Guy find a lay to night? Fuck her silly and send pictures to XxVoid_CowboyxX, gloating. Guy get ten grand for one night job? Shoot the stash and send pictures to XxVoid_CowboyxX! Don't forget about gloating!
This dumbass even said his name Richard Benson. Holy fuck! And there're so much blackmail, this just new dumb! There even was sign of 'Medhall' in some pictures. Fucking dumbass!

Gallant... Guy just picked you, Greg, that's it, for Relationship Advisor... That started quite innocent and obscure. Guy there, girl that and all that jazz. But Greg just observed a pattern and correlated all this thread to relationship dynamic between Gallant and Glory Girl. And asked him on his bullshit. And then Greg occasionally lent his ear to poor guy.

The most inmate and interesting tread, though was with Cricket or 'Mel' like she insisted. Curious tidbit that thread was started by Greg almost half year ago. There was discussion about her powers and their relation to her scars and Greg just asked directly. Girl humoured him and somehow this all delved in big conversation about cape life in general and her scars. Somehow this evolved to the casual conversation between two good friends. Judging by Greg's worrywart posts after every battle she was sighted. There wasn't anything incriminating, nothing about Empire, nothing personal about other capes, just her opinion and battle assessment.

It was intimate, though. Again, judging by Mel's pictures which she sent. In most she was in panties, bra and mask. With highlighted scars, under photos always was story about this scars. There was Greg's pictures of his own scars with some silly stories under them. Girl clearly appreciated that.

So, all in all? You was emotional outlet to plethora of capes and friends with wild nazi girl...

When your life become this mess? Ah, right, today morning.

You let out a heavy sigh, rubbing your face and looking at your phone. There're couple missed calls from 'Lizette'.

Fuck it, let's face the music. You hit a call button.

"Hi, Greg. Why didn't you answer?" she has pleasant, if little annoyed voice.

"Was in shower. What's up?"

"Have a night duty today. Would be home only tomorrow evening." and now she sounds sleepy.

"Okay, heard you. That's all?"

"Yes. Are you okay? You sound a little strange." strange? Oh, shit, you've your accent?

"Just really want sleep, that's all." you trying to sound sleepy and nonchalant.

"Oh, alright, sleep tight." and the call is over.

"Good night."

Fuck it, you really want to sleep.

***

Spoiler: Roll

Memories roll 1d100: 69?! That would be difficult...

You sit on couch beer at hand. There twins in front of you, they're making out.

There's beer in your hand and your mind in really stange state. There's pleasant buzz, there's wonder and curiousity related to the event in front of you. Not ounce of arousal or lust. Your eyes fixated on sloppy liplock. You're humming.

There's hand on your shoulder. Then you're suddenly fixed in headlock. You look up. There guy in your face. He looked twenty - twenty-five tops. There's feelings loyalty-affection-gratitude.

You gave him hard look and he relised you. Alexander Shevchenko. Sasha or Sheva.

He was tall like 1.90 tall, sinewy, wear glasses, had short golden hair and dirty green eyes.

"What's up?" he bobbed his head at you.

"It's just..." you look on your own hand. On middle finger, specifically, there's silver ring with 'runic sun' on it. Just like on Sheva's hand. Right, you are his leautenant.

"Ah, I got it!" he exclaimed with his impish grin. His eyes on twins. He digged in his pocket and thrown you pack of condoms.

"Wha..?"

"Go, there're lovely ladies waiting!" he just start pushing you in direction of twins.

You blink.

You on your back. Someone jumping your bones. Your view restricted by... ass?

You blink.

You're kissing a girl. She's beautiful. Silverly-gray eyes, mane of copper hair, cute nose. Someone sucking on your neck...

You blink.

You on your back, again. Girls on your sides. Vicky and Kate. Girl on the left is fast asleep, nuzzling in your neck. Girl on the right is playing with your necklace. You are gently caressing her hair. The necklace is wooden reversed cross with silver mediator. Won in a joke game. It was something dumb about couple of black guys and white girl... You feel yourself content. Fatique-proud-affection.

You blink.

You are sitting on kitchen counter, looking on rosy dawn, smoking.

There's hand on your shoulder. You look back on intrud...

"How were they?" impish grin, odd glint in green eyes, Sasha.

"Gentleman never babble about his conquests!" you reply drowly. "Your words, not mine."

"Oi, at least say 'Spasibo, Dyadya Sasha'!" he chuckled and you facepalmed, feeling Spanish shame.

"Fuck you, big bro..." you sigh, then stiffened, realised what you said. You look up to his face and there's sad little smile.

"Go to the girls, they'll appreciate it." his only reply.

Next moment he snatch a cigarette from your fingers and push you to the door.

"Good night, Sasha."

There in doorframe, you could bet all of your money what you heard a quiet whisper.

"Sweet dreams, little brother."


A.: ??? Of 1000
Trait acquired: Savior-faire (Gang)

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Spoiler: Choices

End goal?

[]Quiet Life
[]Wealth
[]Glory Hound
[]Survive
[]Write-in?


Timetable:

[]Morning
-[]Train
--[]Body
--[]Mind
--[]Skills
---[]Which one? (Tactics, Diplomacy, MW(Longsword))
-[]Research
--[]Local cape scene in general
--[]Undersiders
--[]Empire 88
--[]Wards
--[]World
-[]Explore the city
--[]Go get new haircut
-[]Converse?
--[]'Mel'
--[]'Winged One'
--[]'Lizette'
--[]Gallant
-[]Proceed the Memory Package

[]Noon
-[]Train
--[]Body
--[]Mind
--[]Skills
---[]Which one? (Tactics, Diplomacy, MW(Longsword))
-[]Research
--[]Local cape scene in general
--[]Undersiders
--[]Empire 88
--[]Wards
--[]World
-[]Explore the city
--[]Go get new haircut
-[]Converse?
--[]'Mel'
--[]'Winged One'
--[]'Lizette'
--[]Gallant
-[]Proceed the Memory Package

[]Afternoon
-[]Train
--[]Body
--[]Mind
--[]Skills
---[]Which one? (Tactics, Diplomacy, MW(Longsword))
-[]Research
--[]Local cape scene in general
--[]Undersiders
--[]Empire 88
--[]Wards
--[]World
-[]Explore the city
--[]Go get new haircut
-[]Converse?
--[]'Mel'
--[]'Winged One'
--[]'Lizette'
--[]Gallant
-[]Proceed the Memory Package

[]Evening
-[]Train
--[]Body
--[]Mind
--[]Skills
---[]Which one? (Tactics, Diplomacy, MW(Longsword))
-[]Research
--[]Local cape scene in general
--[]Undersiders
--[]Empire 88
--[]Wards
--[]World
-[]Explore the city
--[]Go get new haircut
-[]Converse?
--[]'Mel'
--[]'Winged One'
--[]'Lizette'
--[]Gallant
-[]Proceed the Memory Package

[]Night
-[]Sleep

[]Write-in?

AN:

So, hello there~

Regarding all 'XxVoid_CowboyxX is gloating stock'. I read some story there MC referenced to this concept and seemed to be interesting. Why this Capes? Dices, duh. Tryed to make it believable, tho.

Dialogue with Lizette stiff as tree, I know, working on quality of dialogues.

Oh, Aoinfinity, traits are permanent thing. They just rubes on MC.

Have questions? I'm all ears. Have feedback? Would be greatly appreciated. Don't be gentle.

I think that's all.

Do vstrechi~