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The Omen of Death

My presence has marked your eventual demise.
(Well I have to admit, I am both surprised and unsurprised by the voting results here. What actually baffled me was some of the reasoning, some of you ik consider things in a more pragmatic and logical way than making emotional decisions or what may be seen as more moral. But some of you seemed to flip completely, seeing how people would make decisions is very intriguing, and this is a case of that, but also to tell stories that people enjoy and can possibly think from or in lighter hearted ones have fun from. Now anyway Option 1 has been chosen with 3 votes!)

You nod, feeling rage boil up through you.

"We can't let this man die because of our actions! You're right!"

Joseph draws his pistol, nodding at you.

"We rush them, then get the wounded man out of there before he's executed. Then, we draw them off, letting the other men escape."
"On three," you whisper. "One, two..."

You quickly rush forward, opening fire with your revolver. One of the Auxiliaries' heads explodes as he collapses backwards with a burst of blood. The second one goes to raise, his rifle, before Joseph fires, shooting him in the chest and killing him instantly.

"Hey! You fucking traitors to the Crown! IRA!" one of the soldiers screams.

Quickly, half a dozen riflemen rush out of the bar, as you reach down, grabbing the man's arm.

"Joseph, help me! We need to get him out of here!" you yell.

Joseph leans down, grabbing the brutalized man as you yank him to your feet. You manage to get him to your feet, before the rifles went off. You feel like you're punched in the chest, as you're knocked to the ground, bringing down the injured man and Joseph with you. You collapse to the ground, as pain begins to shoot through your body as you let out a desperate gasp for help. Another volley of shots goes off, and your pain ends.

(Well, the expected result came out of this, and you've died again. I have to admit this roll was stacked against you and you got a bad roll but got close enough that comparatively something good came out of it? If you consider two dead Auxiliaries a good thing? So considering that, and the fact there were only two choices as usual Option 2 is now chosen by default!)

You shake your head.

"No, Joseph. We can't. They hopefully won't kill him. If we get involved, they definitely will, along with us as well. Let's get out of here before we draw suspicion."

You turn, moving away from them.

"We're done here. Let's go head home."

It's a long walk home through the darkness, as you're just left feeling worse about the night. You reach Brendan's house, pushing open the door and heading into the small bedroom that is your own. Hopefully, you can just get some sleep.

...

A hand roughly grabs you, wrapping around your arm as you're shoved against the bed. You immediately look up, seeing a dark figure standing over you as their hands reach towards you. Even in your groggy haze, your instincts kick in and you lean over, grabbing the knife hidden in the holster to the side of your bed, drawing the blade as you slice it through the air. You slash the knife as the hidden figure desperately jumps backwards in a blind terror to avoid getting stabbed.

"For fuck's sake, Michael, calm the fuck down, would you?" Brendan yells at you.

"Shit!" you mumble, dropping the knife as it clatters to the ground. "Sorry, I was asleep and my training kicked in. Are you ok? What's going on?"

"Shit is going wrong fast, Michael! Black and Tans are all over the place, charging into the city!"

"What?" you ask, confused. "Have they come to arrest us?"

"No, they've just driven in to the city center in order to cause chaos. They've started detaining civilians, and then they've just started fires everywhere. They're chucking bombs about the place to terrify people, and they're raiding and looting everything they can! It's fucking madness!"

You nod, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"Ok, are they nearby yet?" you ask.

"They're nearing quickly," Brendan says.

"Well then, you need to deal with this and get out of here, ok? You need to go grab your mother, get your ma out of here, and go grab your brother and take him out of here too. They don't need to be a part of this."

"I'm an IRA soldier!" Brendan says meekly. "I should take part in trying to stop them."

"Too fucking bad!" you say. "You have a family to take care of here. God knows I wouldn't be trying to serve if I thought Ma or Mary were in danger, or even Joseph, the stupid fool. Where is he, anyway?"

"He's still in bed, " Brendan tells you as you quickly push past him and towards Joseph's room.

"I can help with the fighting!" Brendan says.

"Fighting? We're guerilla fighters. We don't attack the fucking British forces when they're at their most pissed. It'd be like punching a soldier in the bayonet. I'm just going to see what's happening here and see if I can help the fire brigade."

You shove open the the door, to where Joseph sleeps in his bed.

"Joseph, we need to get up, you understand?" you say, giving him a slow shake.

"What?" Joseph mumbles from the sheets.

"Get up, Joseph!"

"Ugh, you're worse than Ma," Joseph groans. "Just tell me what you want."

1. Explain the situation to Joseph

2. Thump Joseph

3. Drag him out of bed
 
I kind of just want to drag our brother out of bed, but if that (or thumping him, for that matter) causes an argument, it won't help much, I guess. I also kind of want to tell him what's going on, but then he may insist on something that gets us killed yet again. Can't we just tell him there's a fire or something?
Well, since hearing the news probably gets him fully awake faster than anything else, I'll just vote option 1 anyway.
 

The Omen of Death

My presence has marked your eventual demise.
(Sorry for the delay, my 19th birthday just passed, so I was spending time with family and friends, anywho Option 1 has been chosen with 3 votes!)

"The city's up in flames, Joseph! The Black and Tans are trying to take over the whole place!"

"What are you on about?" Joseph says, tossing the pillow against the wall and rising. That's bullshit Michael. They...!"

"Fucking get up and check with me, then! We need to go find out what's happening, don't we?" you say.

Joseph nods, pulling himself up to a sitting position as he looks at you. He stares at you for a moment, before you raise an eyebrow.

"Come on then," you say.

"I sleep naked," Joseph says, semi embarrassed.

"God above," you groan. "I need to go get dressed. Hurry up, would you?"

You hurry off to your room, quickly pulling on trousers, a shirt, and a jumper and forcing on your boots. You hurry to slip on your cap, moving out to the hallway. Joseph hops out of his room on one leg, struggling to slip on your boots, as you grab your coat, pulling it on.

"Let's go, then," you say, as Joseph nods, scratching his thick beard.

"Aye, let's see what's happening."

"Wait!" Brendan says, rushing out of the kitchen carrying a pair of revolvers. "You'll need these."

"We don't need weapons, Brendan. We won't be fighting," you say.

"We'll need them for protection. If the Black and Tans are on a rampage, it's better to be safe than sorry."

Joseph reaches out to grab his revolver, before you grab his arm, stopping him.

"Aye. I agree. And I agree that it's also better to be safe than sorry should we be stopped and searched, as they're doing to every man, it seems. They find these on us, they'll shoot us and toss us in the River Lee."

"And if we don't have them, they might shoot us for being Irish and we'll be left with no way to stop them," Joseph says.

1. Take the revolvers

2. Leave the revolvers
 
(A late happy birthday from me, then, @The Omen of Death! :D)

Well, both Michael and Joseph have a point here, but I'll vote 2, leave the revolvers.
While I wouldn't mind being able to fight back, I have a feeling the Blacks and Tans are better-equipped compared to us, and such situations didn't work out too well the last few times. Also, they don't seem to single out people and shoot them at the moment, since they appear to be busy causing general destruction (bad enough). So if we want to help people get out or put out fires, it's best we have a chance to not get ourselves shot for carrying arms. Maybe.
 

ViciousVip3R

Merchant of Death, Quest Log Fanatic
(Happy birthday Omen!)

Pretty busy with work, but I'll do my best to stick with you guys. The black and tans are literally here to wreck havoc, so I don't think they need an excuse to shoot us. (It's also martial law, so they can basically do whatever they want.) It's better to carry revolvers so we can exercise the option to use them later. If we see soldiers searching civilians and decide to let them search us, we can always just ditch the guns.

1.
 

Pryno

Probably a Malkavian
Happy birthday! Funny, we only have a few months of difference. In that case, happy return to school!

Let’s be sneaky and not bring guns. The time is not for fighting, it’s for laying low and saving a maximum of civilians from this hell. We want to save the skin of a maximum of people, us included. 2.
 
(Well I have to admit, I am both surprised and unsurprised by the voting results here. What actually baffled me was some of the reasoning, some of you ik consider things in a more pragmatic and logical way than making emotional decisions or what may be seen as more moral. But some of you seemed to flip completely, seeing how people would make decisions is very intriguing, and this is a case of that, but also to tell stories that people enjoy and can possibly think from or in lighter hearted ones have fun from. Now anyway Option 1 has been chosen with 3 votes!)

You nod, feeling rage boil up through you.

"We can't let this man die because of our actions! You're right!"

Joseph draws his pistol, nodding at you.

"We rush them, then get the wounded man out of there before he's executed. Then, we draw them off, letting the other men escape."
"On three," you whisper. "One, two..."

You quickly rush forward, opening fire with your revolver. One of the Auxiliaries' heads explodes as he collapses backwards with a burst of blood. The second one goes to raise, his rifle, before Joseph fires, shooting him in the chest and killing him instantly.

"Hey! You fucking traitors to the Crown! IRA!" one of the soldiers screams.

Quickly, half a dozen riflemen rush out of the bar, as you reach down, grabbing the man's arm.

"Joseph, help me! We need to get him out of here!" you yell.

Joseph leans down, grabbing the brutalized man as you yank him to your feet. You manage to get him to your feet, before the rifles went off. You feel like you're punched in the chest, as you're knocked to the ground, bringing down the injured man and Joseph with you. You collapse to the ground, as pain begins to shoot through your body as you let out a desperate gasp for help. Another volley of shots goes off, and your pain ends.

(Well, the expected result came out of this, and you've died again. I have to admit this roll was stacked against you and you got a bad roll but got close enough that comparatively something good came out of it? If you consider two dead Auxiliaries a good thing? So considering that, and the fact there were only two choices as usual Option 2 is now chosen by default!)

You shake your head.

"No, Joseph. We can't. They hopefully won't kill him. If we get involved, they definitely will, along with us as well. Let's get out of here before we draw suspicion."

You turn, moving away from them.

"We're done here. Let's go head home."

It's a long walk home through the darkness, as you're just left feeling worse about the night. You reach Brendan's house, pushing open the door and heading into the small bedroom that is your own. Hopefully, you can just get some sleep.

...

A hand roughly grabs you, wrapping around your arm as you're shoved against the bed. You immediately look up, seeing a dark figure standing over you as their hands reach towards you. Even in your groggy haze, your instincts kick in and you lean over, grabbing the knife hidden in the holster to the side of your bed, drawing the blade as you slice it through the air. You slash the knife as the hidden figure desperately jumps backwards in a blind terror to avoid getting stabbed.

"For fuck's sake, Michael, calm the fuck down, would you?" Brendan yells at you.

"Shit!" you mumble, dropping the knife as it clatters to the ground. "Sorry, I was asleep and my training kicked in. Are you ok? What's going on?"

"Shit is going wrong fast, Michael! Black and Tans are all over the place, charging into the city!"

"What?" you ask, confused. "Have they come to arrest us?"

"No, they've just driven in to the city center in order to cause chaos. They've started detaining civilians, and then they've just started fires everywhere. They're chucking bombs about the place to terrify people, and they're raiding and looting everything they can! It's fucking madness!"

You nod, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"Ok, are they nearby yet?" you ask.

"They're nearing quickly," Brendan says.

"Well then, you need to deal with this and get out of here, ok? You need to go grab your mother, get your ma out of here, and go grab your brother and take him out of here too. They don't need to be a part of this."

"I'm an IRA soldier!" Brendan says meekly. "I should take part in trying to stop them."

"Too fucking bad!" you say. "You have a family to take care of here. God knows I wouldn't be trying to serve if I thought Ma or Mary were in danger, or even Joseph, the stupid fool. Where is he, anyway?"

"He's still in bed, " Brendan tells you as you quickly push past him and towards Joseph's room.

"I can help with the fighting!" Brendan says.

"Fighting? We're guerilla fighters. We don't attack the fucking British forces when they're at their most pissed. It'd be like punching a soldier in the bayonet. I'm just going to see what's happening here and see if I can help the fire brigade."

You shove open the the door, to where Joseph sleeps in his bed.

"Joseph, we need to get up, you understand?" you say, giving him a slow shake.

"What?" Joseph mumbles from the sheets.

"Get up, Joseph!"

"Ugh, you're worse than Ma," Joseph groans. "Just tell me what you want."

1. Explain the situation to Joseph

2. Thump Joseph

3. Drag him out of bed
2. A hammerfist to the face will surely wake the daylights out of him. The situation is dire. People are going to die. And by Lord Almighty above, the Blacks and Tans will shoot you, fuck you, then set your house on fire. Words won't get to your little brother's head fast enough. Sometimes, when the going gets tough you gotta show your bro some tough love. . . to the face!

(Sorry for the delay, my 19th birthday just passed, so I was spending time with family and friends, anywho Option 1 has been chosen with 3 votes!)

"The city's up in flames, Joseph! The Black and Tans are trying to take over the whole place!"

"What are you on about?" Joseph says, tossing the pillow against the wall and rising. That's bullshit Michael. They...!"

"Fucking get up and check with me, then! We need to go find out what's happening, don't we?" you say.

Joseph nods, pulling himself up to a sitting position as he looks at you. He stares at you for a moment, before you raise an eyebrow.

"Come on then," you say.

"I sleep naked," Joseph says, semi embarrassed.

"God above," you groan. "I need to go get dressed. Hurry up, would you?"

You hurry off to your room, quickly pulling on trousers, a shirt, and a jumper and forcing on your boots. You hurry to slip on your cap, moving out to the hallway. Joseph hops out of his room on one leg, struggling to slip on your boots, as you grab your coat, pulling it on.

"Let's go, then," you say, as Joseph nods, scratching his thick beard.

"Aye, let's see what's happening."

"Wait!" Brendan says, rushing out of the kitchen carrying a pair of revolvers. "You'll need these."

"We don't need weapons, Brendan. We won't be fighting," you say.

"We'll need them for protection. If the Black and Tans are on a rampage, it's better to be safe than sorry."

Joseph reaches out to grab his revolver, before you grab his arm, stopping him.

"Aye. I agree. And I agree that it's also better to be safe than sorry should we be stopped and searched, as they're doing to every man, it seems. They find these on us, they'll shoot us and toss us in the River Lee."

"And if we don't have them, they might shoot us for being Irish and we'll be left with no way to stop them," Joseph says.

1. Take the revolvers

2. Leave the revolvers
1. Take the revolvers. And take control of your DESTINY one bullet at a time.

Yikes, I've been meaning to vote before, but the connection got cut off. I should have picked have picked the #2 option which called for punching Joseph in the face.
 

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