>>34989
Why, that is false advertising!

Make a mental note to bring this up in a lawyerly fashion next time you are at Ignometrics, potentially for free upgrade to desired product, or some other settlement.

Return to your GIANT CAR. We cannot spare it!

Turn the psychic disguise mojo back on. You got winged by the suspect, who is escaping on foot, and you'll need the car in order to chase him down.

Failing that, use the dog as a hostage.

Adept 2009/08/28(Fri)19:56 No. 35649 ID: f4963f
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>>34994
>>35008
>Check on car
Nicolas would really prefer to salvage the car if he can. He clammers over the fence. Mappy squeezes in through the bars.

Nicolas circles around to the front parking lot.

It looks like there are two sweepers here. Actually, they look a little familiar...

Use MINOR TELEKINESIS to create a distraction!

>>35649
The Roflcar's tire seems a bit flat... Hmm. I have no idea how that helps!

Well, lets see if we can't use our MINOR ILLUSIONS to make a wandering MIB look like you.

Adept 2009/08/28(Fri)21:50 No. 35664 ID: f4963f
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>>35656
>Illusion to make an MIB look like you.
That might be hard to do. First of all, the illusion would be larger than the last one, the ID, and that was hard enough. Second, it would be exceptionally difficult to make the illusion follow the MIB's movements exactly. He might be able to disguise /himself/ in the future, but he's already strained his untrained powers today. Attempting too much could make Nicolas black out or... something. Nicolas has no idea what happens when he overloads his brain, but he's not too keen on trying it.

>>35655
>MINOR TELEKINESIS to create a distraction!
Nicolas thinks he might be able to pull off either a minor illusion or a minor act of telekinesis today. He's going to need specific ideas, though. What sort of distraction?

Lets rustle the bushes at the far corner of the fence/as far away from us as possible but nearby enough to get these two's attention.

>>35664
Have a gun go off around the corner, blackjack the other one with SNEAKY?

Untie their shoes, lead them a merry chase, then drive off?

Sever or compress major nerves in the brain?

No, wait, take a closer look. Maybe their old friends, hell, Victor was your rival, who knows who's working for these kooks. They might even be Lolcats sympathizers.

Wait a second.

Just hit the alarm button on your car keys. That'll be distracting enough.

Adept 2009/08/28(Fri)23:38 No. 35674 ID: f4963f
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>>35669
>They might be comerades!
Nic thinks you failed a check there. By 'they look familiar' he meant 'they're the exact two who were previously guarding the front gate.'
>They might be lolcats sympathizers?
Maybe?

>>35667
>Sever or compress major nerves in the brain?
Nic doesn't have the ability to cut with his mind! Besides, he's pretty sure his psychic powers cannot attack internal organs directly. Maybe if their brains were directly exposed, but it would be kind of redundant at that point, ne?

>Have a gun go off around the corner.
There's two possible things you could mean here. It's possible that you mean that Nicolas should create an AUDIO ILLUSION, which he can do. Easier than a visual one, actually. Gunfire isn't particularly complex, just loud.
The other is that he should manipulate a gun, which he could probably do. Fine manipulation of an object requires good LOGIC, but that's not a problem for Nicolas.
Since we haven't seen any guns lying around the corner, Nicolas is going to assume you mean the FORMER.

>Untie their shoes!
Nicolas only wishes this were Benny Hill.

Alright, AUDIBLE DISTRACTION it is. Gunfire's as good as anything.

Adept 2009/08/28(Fri)23:39 No. 35675 ID: f4963f
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>BANG! BANG! BANG!
Nicolas clutches his head and his vision tunnels a little. The effect wears off after only a moment, but there's a lingering effect that feels like an ice cream headache. But that's just psychic weakness leaving the body, right?

The noise definitely gets their attention. The brute with the bubble gum begins moving to the corner. The woman steps a little to the side and begins to talk into her headset.

The distraction will only last for so long.

>>35675
CHAAAARGE! Knock the woman aside with your shoulder, and get into the vehicle as fast as humanly possible!

>>35675

She might get a shot off. Take her hostage. You can release her later, but use BULLETLESS DERRINGER to threaten chick and bring her with you. She might have an idea of where Rastin is.

Why do we care where Rastin is? We already avenged lolcats, the next task should be to work on rebuilding from the ashes of society. We must make it home and take pictures of Skimbleshanks, then put funny captions under them and post them to the internet. For great justice.

>>35678
Bulletless derringer? Didn't we steal a whole new gun from an agent earlier?

Indeed we did. Unless I missed something, we should still have a loaded MACHINE PISTOL.

>>35713
aren't we doing the DERRINGER CLASSY special achievement where our only firearm is the derringer?

>>35713

I forgot about the machine ostol. Use that then, unless you think you might set it off, in which case use Derringer. I dunno how adept (lol) Nic is with firearms apart from Derringer.

Get the chick to drive so you can keep the gun on her and pay attention.

>>35721
Yeah, I thought we were going for the achievement here.

Adept 2009/08/29(Sat)15:24 No. 35893 ID: f4963f
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>>35678
>Take her hostage so we don't get shot on the way out.
Alright then! Nicolas considers using the machine pistol, but for some reason decides to go for the Derringer because it's more stylish. It's not like we're /really/ going to fire, anyway, right? And Nic's liable to shoot himself in the foot if he tries firing the machine pistol one-handed. The lawyer closes in on his prey, and begins to make out the conversation she's having.

"Y'know, I thought I'd get a l-litte more respect, being on the frontlines for you asswipes." Staticy reply. "YEAH! A-Asswipe! Like something you wipe your ass on! That's what you are!" Staticy reply. "No, I don't think I will. In fact, I'm through with your bullshit. I fucking QUIT." She throws down her gun in disgust. She also throws down her shades and her badge, then chucks the radio against a car farther down the parking lot. It skitters across the lot. "G-god, that felt good," she says.

Adept 2009/08/29(Sat)15:25 No. 35895 ID: f4963f
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She begins walking out of the lot.

Wait, what?

>>35893
Wait for her to leave.
I suspect a trap.

>>35893
Invite stuttering scrubber to party

...CONVENIENT!

Toss Mappy in the back seat, and lets get the fuck out of here!

>>35895

Take off glasses, catch up to girl. Tell her it'd probably be better if the two of you found a safe place to hide for now, before Mr. Big Bubblegum comes back. Take one of the cars and GET.

>>35893
Ask her if she wants to join the party. We can do awesome things together~ And you'll give her all the respect she wants~
Try to sound really sexy while you say it.

After talking with her, whether she joins or not, grab what she threw down.

Adept 2009/08/29(Sat)16:34 No. 35955 ID: f4963f
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>>35896
>I suspect a trap.
More likely a reverse trap!

>>35897
>>35901
>>35903
>>35904
>Catch up to that sweeper!
Right. Nicolas rushes up to her, removing his twenty five cent disguise as he does so. He switches them out for the magic-detecting glasses that would have /really/ helped him out in Victor's office. Damnit, gotta wear these more often. "Excuse me," he says.

The agent turns around. "Oh. Y-you're the guy from before." She waves a hand dismissively. "The car's yours. I don't give a fuck." She glances to his wound. "Wait, are you the guy who killed Victor?"

>>35955
Maybe. Wait, what wound?

>>35959
Artistic error. Nic's still got the woundy... bleedy spot. He's SLIGHTLY WOUNDED.

>>35955
"Yep. And incidentally, I couldn't help overhearing you on the radio a few moments ago. It's probably best to stay where these fellows can't find you. You might be interested in coming with me?"

>>35955
A little bit, yeah

Adept 2009/08/29(Sat)18:40 No. 36024 ID: f4963f
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>>35969
>>35977
"Yeah. Anyway, I overheard your-"

"Oh thank God! I hated that douchebag."

Nicolas can't say he disagrees with her. Still, the bubblegum brute's going to return soon. This is not time for pleasantries! "It's probably best to stay where these fellows can't find you. You might be interested in coming with me?"

She stares at Nicolas blankly for a moment. "Well, I guess with you is as good as anywhere else. I'm just sick of being a f-fucking mook." She hesitates. "Did you know we don't get health care?! We don't even get dental!"

"It's almost like they don't expect you to need it," says Nicolas, as he throws Mappy into the back seat.

"E-exactly!" she stammers. "I mean, /hello/?! I work a boring desk office job for ten years at Paraply and then they're like 'oh hey, you're a field agent now, here's a liability form and here's a waiver.'"

Nicolas picks up the dropped items and gets into the car. The defecting agent follows. Mappy seems pleased. He pulls out of the parking lot and makes his way into the city. "By the way, do you mind if I ask for your name?"

"Agent Grey," she says. "Er, sorry, reflex. Um. J-Joel. My name is Joel."

"Nicolas Zere," says Nicolas.

Nicolas reloads his Derringer and goes through his possessions.

>>== INVENTORY ==
>Weapons: Derringer Pistol (ammo x2), Walther PPK (ammo x8), Machine Pistol (ammo x30)
>Magic Shit: Magic Glasses, Reinforced Business Suit, Cure Potion x3, Disruptor (charges x4), Psychic Crystal
>Other: Fuel Can, Cane, Fancy Lawyer Pen, Joel's MIB badge

Adept 2009/08/29(Sat)18:40 No. 36025 ID: f4963f
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Alright, Nicolas is underway. It's getting late now; is there anything we still want to do?

>>36025
Have we eaten yet? Let's go get sammiches.

>>36027
And coffee. It'll be a date!

>>36025

Let's go make sandwiches at the house. Plus, internet checking.

>>36057
We've got a lady with us. That'd be a bit untoward.

Adept 2009/08/31(Mon)12:39 No. 36439 ID: f4963f
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>Sammiches and coffee
Home outvooted~
The Seven Deadly Sammiches it is.

... What the hell happened here?

Somehow, the place is still open. Nicolas buys sandwiches for the both of them and takes a seat at... well, the only intact table. The place got sort of trashed.

Adept 2009/08/31(Mon)12:40 No. 36440 ID: f4963f
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As he does so, Nicolas begins to think. He's not really sure where to go next. His self-proclaimed arch rival, the SIC of Paraply Incorporated, is dead. He claimed to have been responsible for LOLcats' disappearance. If that's true, then he's just avenged the website, but whether or not it'll come back online now is still unknown. Nic hasn't had a chance to see what the status of it is now.

He's also just encountered Agent Grey, or Joel, as it were. A defecting mook? She seems sympathetic enough, and that stutter's just a little cute. Though he still knows nothing about her.

Nic figures that his first priority should be to check on the status of the site. After that, though, he doesn't have any immediate goals. Perhaps he could use some? This crushing-the-world-under-our-heel thing that the MIB are doing doesn't seem all that good.

Nicolas' thoughts are interrupted by a man in a gaudy outfit with ruby-red hair and bright blue eyes. This is Tyrael, the owner of the Seven Deadly Sammiches, as well as the owner of several other local businesses. Nicolas knows him well. In the background is Tamana, his assistant manager who gets paid way less than she should for having to put up with him.

Tyrael smiles broadly. "See, Tamana? I told you. Our sandwiches are /so good/ that customers will come by even when our front lot is on fire. They just can't resist our sandwiches. They're just that good."

Tamana shoots a bitter glare at the back of his neck, but responds with a sweet voice. "Of course, Tyrael. You're always right, Tyrael~" ... she makes a little stabbing motion with her hands and then goes back to wiping the grime off of the counter. ... Tyrael's suit doesn't have so much as a smudge on it.

"What can we do for our esteemed customers?" Asks Tyrael, with a smile.

>>36440
oh my god this guy is awesome

order some sammiches, and tip well

>>36440
Sammiches would be nice. And a place to sit. Let's take this opportunity to ask Joel about herself over food. Why she worked with Paraply, what she knows, does she have any hobbies?
Also, ask Tyrael what the HELL happened to this place. Completely ignoring Tamana, who is obviously not as important.

Adept 2009/08/31(Mon)13:52 No. 36499 ID: f4963f
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>>36442
>Order some sammiches and tip well.
"We'll have two of your deadly sammiches, please."

"Certainly," croons Tyrael. He claps his hands twice. "Tamana! Two deadly sandwiches for our lovely guests~"

Tamana visibly wilts and walks into the back.

>36443
>Ask Joel about herself.
"So, um. Fed up with your job?"

"Y-yeah," she says. "Oh, could I have an iced tea, please...?"

"But of course," says Tyrael. He turns. "Oh Tamana, dearest~ one iced tea with those sammies."

"Tell me a little about that," says Nicolas. "Oh, and could I have a coffee?"

"Of course, sir," says Tyrael. "Our service is the best. ... TAMANA!"

A clatter comes from the back room.

"... one hot coffee with that."

There's a pause, and then a sweet voice comes from the back room with just a slightly venomous undertone. "Yes, sir~"

"Well, Paraply used to be a prosthetics company," says Joel. "I was a receptionist there for about ten years. R-really simple stuff, y'know? But then two years, magic appeared, and... and they began studying. Studying, um. How to. Regrow limbs! With magic."

"That's when they began patenting a bunch of psionic stuff," says Nicolas.

"R-right. So it was prettymuch just-just us and Ignometics, that had a monopoly on magic. And then that g-guy Rastin came in, and... well, things changed? And I got appointed to a sweeper position."

"And before that, it was prettymuch just a day job," says Nicolas.

"R-right!" she says. "But when they learned I could handle a gun, I was swept into some sort of generic stormtrooper position. The guy I worked under was a real asswipe."

Adept 2009/08/31(Mon)14:54 No. 36541 ID: f4963f
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>>36443
>Ask Tyrael what the HELL happened to this place?
Tyrael says that a place as class as his is bound to attract very ADVENTUROUS types. Some valkyrie-chick beat the crap out of some MIBs earlier and set the lot on fire with her shotgun. "Which you have to admit, is really cool," says Tyrael. "She's almost as awesome as me~"

Tamana comes in from the back with a tray and a dour expression. She dishes out sandwiches and drinks. "Well look at us," she says, "sitting around in fancy business suits. Don't you just /love/ being able to dress up to go to a sandwich store? My, wouldn't it be /lovely/ to have that kind of money?"

"These are not mere /sandwiches/, my dear Tamana. These are sammiches. Deadly sammiches."

"Right. Anyway... The Prince for you, and The Envy for you." She hands out a few sammiches and heads to the back, muttering something about the size of Tyrael's head and why it won't fit up his ass.

>>36443
>Any hobbies?
Joel says she's an animal lover. She likes to look at pictures of cute baby animals online and subscribes to 'D'AWWW' magazine. She tried to learn needlepoint at one point but has given up on that.

"So... have you heard of LOLcats?"

"Well yeah, who hasn't? I-I think it's stupid that the MIB banned it from the internet. But it's not really worth making a big deal over. I mean. It's-It's just a website, right?"

Nicolas... is... confused. What are these nonsense words. They are nonsense.

"Besides, ROFLdogs are cute."

What.

>>36541
Oh NO she didn't.

>>36541
This will have to be fixed. Show her the LOLcats. Expose her to the cute. Show her how evil the MIB were.

>>36541
She's ignorant, but stay calm, it can be remedied. You'll simply have to show her the best LOLcats can do. And there's nothing /inherently/ wrong with rofldogs, they are simply a pretender. Room exists for them on the sidelines.

>>36541
She's just an animal lover. A GENERIC Animal Lover. Argue that disallowing any kind of cute funny caption animals is an infringement on the freedoms of adorableness. LOLcats must be allowed to exist, or how will we be able to see pictures of adorable kittens? Nay, we must allow all manner of cute baby animals, so that people can decide for themselves which they like more and that LOLcats is CLEARLY SUPERIOR!!
... then realize that you're standing on the table shaking your fists to the heavens, cough embarrassedly and sit back down.

Ask Tyrael or Tamana if they would like to help you fight the MIBs who totaled their store. We're going to get revenge. They can get revenge, too! The more the merrier, right?

>>36541
Tip Tamana a minimum of 100 dollars.

She seems to love money, and her willingness to put up with Tyrael for low wages indicates she could very easily be hired.

Adept 2009/08/31(Mon)18:07 No. 36603 ID: f4963f
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>>36543
>Oh NO she didn't.
Nicolas is bewildered.

>>36544
>>36546
>Convert her to LOLcats!
Nicolas sorely wishes he had access to a computer now. "Excuse me! Tyrael! Do you have internet access here?"

Joel gives Nicolas a confused look. Tyrael turns around and tosses his hair. "Of course we do! We're the best sammich store in the entire city. What kind of sammich store would lack internet access? Why, I'm such a genius, I managed to halve our subscription fees just by being awesome."

"You mean, Jeslyn is stealing the next door internet cafe's bandwidth and has been pocketing half the difference in fees," says Tamana, deadpan.

"No need to split hairs, Tamana. In any event, as an expression of my deep and profound generosity, I will allow you to use our interwebs for fifteen minutes for a mere dollar!"

"That's... that's fine," says Nicolas, suddenly stammering himself. "Miss Grey! I need to show you something. Something... profound." He hurries over to the computer in the corner and opens the browser.

"Um... o-okay?" Joel looks quite confused as she walks behind Nicolas. Nicolas has already typed in the address... let's see what the status of the site is.

Adept 2009/08/31(Mon)18:07 No. 36604 ID: f4963f
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OH GLORIOUS DAY! That was... a lot faster than Nicolas expected! Victor died maybe an hour ago. Did the MIB really relinquish their grip on the internet that soon? Joel Grey leans over his shoulder and chuckles lightly. "D'awww... it's cute!"

Well that's a good sign. But wait... does this mean that our crusade against the MIB is over? That seemed a bit too easy, didn't it? But yes. We need to convert her to our side. Convert...

"You see, Miss Grey? Victor wanted to shut down this site JUST to troll me. And me specifically."

"Wow, really? That's kind of... p-pathetic. That sounds just like him."

Alright. We've got our sammiches. We've managed to check on the site, and it looks like things should be smooth sailing from here! Anything else we should do before heading home?

>>36604
Tip the fuck out of Tamana.

Ask her to come with you.

click on kyaos.exe

>>36604
> ... does this mean that our crusade against the MIB is over?
Well, obviously we should continue looking into things. Who knows what the MIB will do, left unchecked?
Victor said something about acting as a restraining bolt. Which, if he's dead, means the power he had is running loose. That means there's something out there that could take away LOLcats anytime it wanted to. Or... replace ROFLdogs with LOLcats, if we control it.
We should look into that. Make sure it doesn't fall back into the hands of the MIB.
For purely altruistic reasons, of course.

Also ASK TYRAEL TO JOIN THE PARTY. Because he's awesome. So awesome. He does awesome things just by being awesome.
If Tyrael refuses, ask Tamana. Tell her she'll get to go on a fantastic adventure and Tyrael won't.

Nothing will be decided until tomorrow, when we will find if the site has actually returned.

We cannot discount the possibility that this is a posthumous troll.

Remain on guard. Also sammiches.

>>36615
Haven't we done enough to destroy the world already? Oh, right. We haven't.

Adept 2009/08/31(Mon)20:07 No. 36677 ID: f4963f
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>>36615
>>36650
>Click Kyaos.exe
Nicolas assumes you mean DOUBLE-click, you illiterate soccer mom.

The program opens, along with a little splash saying it was coded by some guy named Naveen. Nicolas doesn't particularly care.

It seems to be a game about a furry anthro bat-girl thing. Your objective is to collect pets for your bisexual harem by...

... GOD. Who would PLAY a game like this? Nicolas is pretty sure the characters in the game are lifted out of a comic series or something, and the menu alone tells him that the game itself is pretty amateur. Some neckbeard must have been up for hours in his basement lair coding this thing up. The thought kind of creeps Nicolas out.

Besides, a lady's watching over his shoulder. She's already getting a weird look.

Nicolas closes the program.

>( With a thousand apologies to Lucid, who makes lovely JQ material. <3 )

Adept 2009/08/31(Mon)20:07 No. 36679 ID: f4963f
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>>336621
>We cannot discount the possibility that this is a posthumous troll.
>We must wait until tomorrow.
Nicolas agrees. This whole situation reeks of a fake-out ending. He's played way too many video games that've pretended to end on disk one to be put off guard by the likes of this.

>>36548
>>36571
>>36612
>>36619
>Ask Tyrael/Tamana to join the party!
They are prettymuch the first non-scientist, non-MIB people Nicolas has encountered. Nicolas wishes he could encounter MORE people who are NOT TRYING TO KILL HIM. Logically, they should join him.

He approaches Tyrael first and asks him if he would be interested in AVENGING the SLIGHT against his establishment that the MIB have made, what with blasting in the front wall and all. Tyrael informs Nicolas that although he could certainly take out a thousand MIBs if he really wanted, he's not particularly interested in doing so. His SAMMICH SHOP and a whole host of other businesses comes first. However, the MIBs are driving down business. He says that if Nicolas is really gung ho about stopping the MIBs, then he'd be willing to offer financial support to the tune of ONE (1) fuckton of money. Nicolas considers this proposal.

He pays for the bill, and offers Tamana a large tip. She stares down at the plate, then stares up at Nicolas. "What're you trying to pull?" she asked. "I treat you like crap. Are you throwing money around just for its own sake?"

"Would you be interested in helping us take out the MIB?"

She peers at the two of them. "... not really," she says. "I'm not very keen on getting myself killed."

It doesn't sound like either of them are taking the bait. This saddens Nicolas. Agh. But at least we have Grey on our side.

Anything else before home?

>>36679
Well, we need to first take the MIB's down a notch if we want that 1 (One) fuckton of cash, well don't we?

Time to go do some research on what a lone lawyer can do about this. Because I am pretty sure its illegal to overthrow the government.

>>36679
> ... be willing to offer financial support to the tune of ONE (1) fuckton of money.
Accept. We're going to look into the MIB anyway. And if, somehow, magically, the problem fixes itself, you can just take credit.
You're a lawyer. Who're people going to believe?

> "... not really," she says. "I'm not very keen on getting myself killed."
Tell Tamana you'd really appreciate her help.
And she can help you spend this fuckton of money you're getting from TYRAEL.
And, honestly, it's not like she has to act as a meatshield or anything. Mostly we just like making friends.
C'mon, Tamana... Wouldn't you like to do something amazing?

> Anything else before home?
Well, we could probably stop by the local weapons store and look around. There's gotta be SOMETHING that doesn't require a lot of training to do damage effectively.
Also maybe buy a bulletproof vest or something to go along with your bulletproof business suit. Something that can be worn underneath the suit.
And something for Joel.

We have a FUCKTON of money, for the love of god let's use it.

>Bulletproof
I HAD FORGOTTEN ENTIRELY!

We need to go deliver a legal complaint to Ignometrics for their false advertising about our bulletproof suit!

>>36679
>ONE (1) fuckton of money
an English or metric fuckton?

We need to field-test the duct tape before we return to Ignometrics. Try patching up the front wall.

Suavely inquire as to Joel's relationship status.

Adept 2009/09/01(Tue)14:21 No. 36919 ID: f4963f
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>>36878
>We need to test the duct tape
Oh yeah! Nicolas almost forgot about that. Although the entire front wall is in ruins, he could probably at least close the gap up a bit. He asks for Joel's help in lifting up some rubble to duct tape to the walls.

It works! At least partially. It would take hours and probably more duct tape than Nicolas has to repair the entire wall, but in theory this could be used to repair the front wall.

It's probably cheaper just to get a new damn wall, though.

>>36752
>PLZ Tamana PLZ??!?!
Not even cute puppy dog eyes work. She at least seems mollified by the wall repairs, though.

>Moneys Plz
Tyrael's more than happy to fund the MIB's HORRIBLE DOWNFALL. Nicolas' wealth level rises from WELL OFF to AFFLUENT.

>Sue Ignometics!
Nicolas imagines the scenario in his mind.
Nicolas: This bulletproof vest isn't immune to bullets! All it did was save me from a fatal gaping gut wound! What a rip-off!
Secretary: Sir, with all due respect, go fuck yourself.

... nah. Ignometics is his friend anyway.

>Weapons and armour
A new gun? But Nicolas thought we were going for the DERRINGER CLASSY achievement?

Adept 2009/09/01(Tue)14:22 No. 36921 ID: f4963f
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Joel interrupts his train of thought. She'd apparently /love/ to go look at guns. Huh. He hadn't considered her the type. Okay. Happy Trigger it is!

>Relationship status?
Nicolas inquires along the way. Turns out she's single. Yay?!

Alright, here we are at the Happy Trigger. Nicolas' money should be enough to buy small arms, normal rifles, mods for small arms and rifles, and all the ammo he could ever want. The Happy Trigger also has undercover vests for sale, which should offer additional protection for his torso. They also look better than the standard-issue MIB under-vests that're handed out to sweepers (there's barely any protection at all! It's almost like they expect them to die in droves!), so that might be a good deal for Joel.

What shall we get?

>>36921
For one, how about that Thompson on the wall with a few drum magazines? You may be a crappy shot, but hopefully you'll be able to hit something with all the ammo you'll be spraying.

>>36921
Vest for the both of you and two or three guns for her.
It's like a date.
Also, do we have DERRINGER AMMO?

>>36921
What kind of enhancements could be made to the Derringer, anything to help with precise aiming?

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>>36924
Nicolas has some Derringer ammo remaining in the car. However, it would be very easy to stock up on it here. The cost of ammo is trivial compared to the cost of magic upgrades and other expensive equipment.

>>36929
Acquire 20,000 ammos.

>>36928
Laser sights are good for people who don't really know how to shoot. I'd recommend it for Nic.

Also, stock up on ammo, get defensive gear, and hook the lady up with a nice gun or two.

Get her a Thompson so she can sweep whole groups of enemys. After all she is a Sweeper! *rimshot*

>>36929
See if anything catches her eye.
Gushing over rate of fire or the ability to put holes in things messily is a good sign.

>>36929
Inquire with Joel as to if she knows how to aim a crossbow well enough to provide a more stealthy form of killing.
Also purchase ammu for Dewwingew

>>36921
... is that a bazooka?

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>>36981
>Is that a bazooka?
Why yes it, good sir! It happens to cost exactly one metric fuckton of money. However, all the stuff Nicolas was about to ring up (Two vests, tommy gun, Joel's gun, and a crapload of ammo) is also going to cost a metric fuckton of money. If Nicolas buys the bazooka on top of that, he'll end up spending TWO fucktons of money and dropping two wealth levels instead of one.

Do we wish to buy the bazooka?

What kind of dumb question is that?

Of COURSE we want to also buy the bazooka.

>>36984
given you can't fire the machine pistol, the bazooka is a poor choice. maybe some other time.

>>36984
Naw dont get it

>>36984
Don't get it, at least not yet.

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>>36986
>>36993
>>36994
>Death before poverty!
Hmm, you're probably right. Nicolas has never handled heavy weaponry in his life, and he's not keen on driving his wealth levels any lower. The bazooka will stay where it is... for now.

>>36928
>>36934
>Accuracy mod for Derringer?
>Laser sight for Derringer.
The Derringer is too compact for most conventional mods, and isn't built for range either. However, Nicolas could probably upgrade his Derringer magically at Ignometics. The Derringer's primary advantage is that its extremely small size makes it one of the best concealed carries you can pick off the shelf.

>>36924
>Two vests, ammo, and guns for the lady.
Nicolas is happy to oblige.

Wearing a concealed vest beneath his business suit is not comfortable, but it should protect Nicolas' vitals even more. Since the torso's the easiest spot to hit anyway, and he has a lot of /important/ things there he'd not like punctured, he likes this idea.

>Guns for Agent Grey!
"We should get you a Desert Eagle or something!"

Grey gives Nicolas a unicode stare. "Mister Zere, the Desert Eagle is unwieldy, has ridiculous recoil, and jams much easier than a real top-line gun. It's the freaking katana of pistols. I swear, i-it's like you learned your knowledge of firearms from video games or something."

Zeke golf claps in approval. Nicolas reminds himself not to talk guns with Grey.

Grey chooses out a Glock 17. Some sort of really accurate Austrian gun, apparently. Nic doesn't know.

>>36923
>>36945
>Thompson!
Okay, y'know, Nicolas doesn't know how to handle an automatic. And Grey probably doesn't really care for old models of gun. But it's a freaking TOMMY GUN. Nicolas has to buy it. On principle.

Okay! Final purchase is:
>2x Undercover Vests
>1x Tommy Gun!
>1x Glock 17 w/ laser sight
>1x Metric Fuckton of ammo. We're not gonna have to worry about ammo for any of these weapons for a while, guys. Seriously.

The combined cost of these items is enough to push Nicolas' wealth level back down from AFFLUENT to WELL-OFF. Damnit.

That makes our weapon inventory:
>1x Classy Derringer Pistol
>1x Machine Pistol
>1x Tommygun
>1x Walther PPK
>1x Glock 17 w/ Laser Sight

That's more than Nicolas is probably ever going to need.

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>It's getting late.
Nicolas offers Joel a place to crash at his place. She's a little leery of his proposal, but he offers to sleep out in the living room while she takes his queen-sized bed. She agrees.

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>Sleep
Nicolas crashes on the couch. It's been a long day.

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>>37017
D'aaaaw.

What model derringer does Nic have? On most models it totally is possible to put a laser sight. It does increase the overall mass a bit, of course, but it's possible. If the gun man lacked the appropriate stuff, that's pretty understandable, though. And chances are if Nic had a laser sight he'd take like 30 seconds a shot making sure the dot was exactly where he wanted it.

It might be a good idea to go down to the range with Joel to get the hang of things. I'm not sure where this town is located, but if there's wilderness nearby, we could go out and taking turns throwing crap for each other to shoot at.
Also, it's probably a good idea for Nic to get familiar with his Tommy.

>>36997
>Grey chooses out a Glock 17. Some sort of really accurate Austrian gun, apparently. Nic doesn't know.
>Glock
>Nic doesn't know
ಠ_ಠ

>>36997

Hey, katanas may not be as big as European swords, or have the same crushing properties, but they excel against lightly armored opponents, weigh less, and can strike quicker. Against multiple opponents, they're a great choice of weaponry. And despite their appearance, they're not as fragile as you think. It's just the general "HURR JAP ARE SHIT LOL WEEABOO" attitude that overstates their weaknesses and raises stuff like claymores and longswords up on a pedastal.

What I'm trying to say is: the Desert Eagle may come in handy.

Back up top.

>>37735
The problem with Katanas is that they are ONLY good against light or unarmored targets. Fine edged weapons are great for cutting stuff like that, but quickly lose their edge against any sort of armor (god forbid a shield). The reason Katanas get smacked down so hard is because they get touted as being "the end-all, be-all" in swords by so many people who don't really know jack-crap about weaponry.

Against an armored target, Claymores and longswords are indeed far superior, and at least remain serviceable against lighter targets.

>>38123
I think the point he's trying to make is something more along these lines-

in the modern day, where NOBODY wears armor, a katana has a distinct advantage over a claymore.

unless that magical crap counts as armor, that would mess up the plants of katanamen.

Does someone need to bring in the Katana Troll?

>>38134
please, if you DO bring it in, just put it in the discussion thread, not the quest one. I feel kinda bad for discussing here myself.

>>38135
Done and done.

Claymores can't kill unarmored people well? How come?

>>38167
They're big and heavy, and thus slow. They still kill people well, just not as effectively as a faster weapon.

>>38123
Japanese smiths spend years working on a single katana and fold it up to a million times to produce the finest blades known to mankind.

Katanas are thrice as sharp as European swords and thrice as hard for that matter too. Anything a longsword can cut through, a katana can cut through better. I'm pretty sure a katana could easily bisect a knight wearing full plate with a simple vertical slash.

Ever wonder why medieval Europe never bothered conquering Japan? That's right, they were too scared to fight the disciplined Samurai and their katanas of destruction. Even in World War II, American soldiers targeted the men with the katanas first because their killing power was feared and respected.

So what am I saying? Katanas are simply the best sword that the world has ever seen, and thus, require better representation on the quest board