Legends Never Die (They Become a Part of You) Chapter Four

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[b]Vote Tally[/b] : [NSFW] - Legends Never Die (They Become a Part of You) {Worm and League of Legends Quest} | Page 2 | Questionable Questing [Posts: 49-61]

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[X] Contact Sabah (To Talk To Parian)

[b]No. of Votes: 3[/b]

[X] [url="https://forum.questionablequesting.com/posts/4657678/"]Kwame[/url]

[X] [url="https://forum.questionablequesting.com/posts/4657755/"]Bagrat[/url]

[X] [url="https://forum.questionablequesting.com/posts/4661284/"]IahIahShipping[/url]

[X] Do some work on the garden

[b]No. of Votes: 1[/b]

[X] [url="https://forum.questionablequesting.com/posts/4657629/"]veekie[/url]

[X] Search the Commercial District

[b]No. of Votes: 1[/b]

[X] [url="https://forum.questionablequesting.com/posts/4657655/"]Kinematics[/url]

Total No. of Voters: 5

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Well, it looks like we're heading over to have a nice chat with Sabah! That should be interesting, eh?

As a result, we have the below dice rolls!

Please note, I have added modifiers after the fact, and didn't think it was fair to reroll a second time with the modifiers added in properly, so I will add them here. I've also devised a new rule for how reputation will affect roll chances, so see the first examples here! Please let me know if you like the concept, if you think it needs to be reworked, or what have you!

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[dice]32953[/dice]

+6 to the roll due to reputation loss with Empire Eighty-Eight (-30 points to reputation, divided by five)

Net Result: 45

[dice]32952[/dice]

+3 to the roll due to Sabah's growing affection for you. (Love, Lust, and Loyalty added together, minus the difference between current and maximum happiness)

Net Result: 37

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No job, but it looks like we might be running into some sort of trouble on our sojurn today!

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Legend’s Never Die (They Become A Part Of You)

Chapter Four

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Go chat with Sabah at Parian’s shop, or try to anyway. Sure, you didn’t know if she would actually be there or not, but if she wasn’t you could probably leave a note or something like that. It would be awkward and kind of stalker-ish, which wasn’t exactly the image you wanted to portray to the painfully pretty girl you had literally fallen into, but you had totally ghosted her after she had been really nice to you about her clothes and cheered you on when you decided to go on stage.

You weren’t a bitch, so you couldn’t leave things like that, and really having a friend like Sabah could only be a good thing, right? Who wouldn’twant a friend who had a steady job, a connection with one of the Rogues in the city, and was gorgeous to boot?

One of those racist pricks in the Empire, probably, but who gave a shit about them anyway? If they wanted to try and convince themselves that Sabah was ugly just because she wasn’t Norwegian, that was their problem, not yours. Unless they tried to hurt her for not being white, in which case you would see what, exactly, the ‘Champions’ living in your head could do to a bunch of bigoted thugs.

It didn’t take you long to figure out the best bus route to take you to Parian’s shop, and you were pleased to see that it wouldn’t be a long trip either. Only about twenty minutes, actually, and it was a fairly direct route given her shop was in the Commercial District. One of the safer areas, despite being just on the edge of the Empire-Merchant border, because the city worked reasonably hard (by Brockton Bay’s terms, anyway) on preventing too much damage to one of the few sections that still produced money for it.

For the second time today, you headed for the bus stop, once again heading to a place that would remind you how fucking broke you were. Fortunately, this time you would be avoiding any world-shaking realizations like the ones that had followed Canary’s event. You didn’t think you could handle anything else like that today.

“Think positive, Taylor! Sabah was really nice, so I don’t think she’s going to be mean to you for not meeting her afterwards. Just tell her that you were emotionally overwhelmed by what happened during and after your time on stage, and she’ll forgive you for sure.” Seraphine chirps in your mind, sounding quite sure of her prediction, and you had to admit that she had a point. Sabah wasnice, you had already said as much to yourself, and she knew how nervous you had been about it, so she would be understanding. Plus, you wouldn’t even be lying to her! You really had been emotionally overwhelmed after getting up on stage, not just from your performance and the response to it, but the discovery of your powers.

You weren’t going to mention that part to Sabah, though. You might not know much about being a cape, despite all the time you spent on PHO, but you knew that keeping your unmasked identity was of paramount importance. And honestly, even if PHO hadn’t told you that, you weren’t stupid enough to blow your secret identity, not with the kind of monsters that roamed the streets at night.

The wait for the bus was a comfortable one, quiet and devoid of other people, which was really a good thing in your opinion. You didn’t really have the ability to invest yourself in idle conversation at the moment, not with all the stuff on you have on your mind. When the bus arrived, air-brakes hissing, you boarded it to find it empty besides the driver, which made you even happier. Now you could spend the drive grilling the voices in your head without anyone interrupting you or realize something was off.

“Alright, so how many of you are there?” is your first question, and you hear a soft giggle from someone that is…not Seraphine.

“My name is Lillia, Summoner, the Bashful Bloom. It’s nice to meet you!” she said, just as cheerfully as Seraphine, but rather less exuberantly than the pop star was. Which honestly made sense, given her epithet. “There are about 160 of us right now, but more might show up eventually if Aurelion Sol feels like it!”

One-hundred and sixty. You had one-hundred and sixty people in your head? Jesus, you hoped you had a way to tune them out, because if any of them decided to give you problems for their unsolicited relocation to your brain, they’d drive you into a straightjacket real quick.

“Alright, so why are you here? I know Aurelion Sol wants me to stop these enemies of his before they can destroy more of his ‘works’, but why me? I mean, why not somebody like Alexandria, or Legend? You know, an experienced and professional hero?” you posed the next question, quite nervously, and you winced almost immediately from the instant, deep-seated fear that the lurking presence of the Star Forger would decide to take your powers away and do just that.

“It has to do with the things you have to fight. He hasn’t shared much, he doesn’t think we need to know, but he said you called out for help and it caught his attention. Then he said something about your parasite being uniquely suited for taking over. Doesn’t make any sense to me, but what do I know about how god-dragon’s think?” a third voice, sounding like a little boy, which was horrifying on several levels, given that everyone now in your head fought to the death regularly for proxy wars and the entertainment of their homeworld. “M’ name’s Nunu, Summoner, nice to meet you! My yeti friend here is Willump! He’s happy to meet you too!”

There was a deep, rumbling, but none-the-less friendly-sounding growl from near Nunu’s presence, and you blinked a couple of times as you absorbed the fact that you now had an honest-to-God yetiinside your brain. One that, according to the information that you just gleaned from…somewhere, Nunu rode into battle.

“Yuumi is the only other Champion you’d be able to hear right now, Summoner, but she’s kind…uh, asleep at the moment. I guess a cat is a cat, even if they’re inside someone else’s head, right?” Seraphine spoke up again, sounding almost sheepish, and you feel your lips twitch into a small smile at the thought. Then something about what she had just said sunk in, and you frowned slightly in thought.

“What do you mean, that whole ‘hearing’ thing?” You asked, eager for the opportunity to learn more about the limitations to your power and how it worked. Not only were you curious for the sake of the knowledge, but the more information you had, the better you could do as a hero.

“While all of us were equal on the Rift, thanks to the spells woven over the entire area and embedded in the summoning rituals, outside of the rift there are some pretty clear dividers when it comes to power level. Down at the bottom, you have the four of us. All the way at the top, you have people like Bard and Aurelion Sol.” She explained, not sounding bitter or unhappy in the least at being on the bottom of the pile. “With the way Aurelion Sol set things up, you have to get stronger and more attuned with all of us before you can hear the stronger Champions.”

“So, what, the more I use you four at things like that concert, or whatever else, I’ll get strong enough to interact and use the stronger Champions?” You respond, receiving an affirmative, and your frown deepened in thought. On the one hand, that kind of made sense. The idea that Aurelion Sol, a being that created and destroyed stars on a whim, would let you use his power immediately was absurd. Not only would you be more likely to vaporize the city or something by accident than accomplish anything useful, but proving yourself worthy fit in with every hero story that ever was.

There were a few other things that were part of every hero story ever, but you were hoping to avoid most of them. Like dying gloriously and receiving a historical send-off that would have artwork and songs and poems made about it. You could do without that, thank you very much!

You looked around yourself in the mental conversation’s lull, noticing that while you were no longer on the bus, no one was paying you much attention, nor were there very many people to be paying attention to you. Three other people, as a matter of fact, two of whom were very scantily-clad and heavily made-up girls paying a great deal of attention to a guy that probably thought he was hot shit, given the smirk on his face. Well, whatever. What did you care if some random guy picked up hookers or random girls at a club in the middle of the day or whatever, even if you thought he looked like an idiot?

Amusement and Agreement radiated from several presences in your mind, though Nunu didn’t seem to really get it, given the Confusionand Bafflement that was emanating from his presence. That made sense, he was just a kid, and an orphan at that. You felt a surge of anger again at the fact that this ‘League of Legends’ had weaponize a child for their own purposes, no matter what the circumstances.

“It really is amazing what your world can build. Piltover, Noxus, Demacia…they’re all pretty impressive places, but nothing compared to this. I mean, look at the sheer size of some of these buildings! They’re enormous!” Seraphine commented a few minutes later as the bus entered the Commercial District, passing the Medhall building, and you couldn’t help but agree. While skyscrapers weren’t much of a thing anymore, given the enormous danger a fifty-story building could pose to anyone in and around it if it collapsed during a cape fight, the wealthier and more influential businesses still had buildings that towered over those of their neighbors to an appreciable degree.

“Without magic, we focused on technology. Even parahuman powers are really recent, only a few decades old. The first skyscraper was built over a hundred years ago.” You respond absently as the bus hisses to a halt and slender form steps up and into the compartment, hooded and slouching in what looks to you more like exhaustion and emotional struggles rather than surliness.

[dice]33147[/dice]

You blink in surprise as she sits down, some of her hair peaking out of her hood, and you realize that you recognize her. If it had been just the hair, just the outfit, or just the body language, you probably wouldn’t have noticed, but with all three of those factors combined, you easily recognized her as the girl with the tired eyes that had sung before you at Canary’s event.

You bite your lip, considering what to do. On the one hand, she was a cute girl that was obviously down in the dumps, so why wouldn’t you talk to her? Try to cheer her up a little?

On the other hand, she was a dyed blonde in Brockton Bay, which automatically made you suspicious. That probably wasn’t fair of you, but you would rather be a little unfair than risk falling afoul of The Empire.

So what should you do? Attempt to befriend, or ignore?

Taking a moment to think, you decide to…

You gain two points of Resonance with Seraphine, Lillia, Nunu, and Yuumi for seeking out your new friend in an effort to apologize for disappearing!

[ ] Chat with her, she seems like she could use a sympathetic ear!

- Increased Resonance With Seraphine, Nunu, and Yuumi (85% Chance)

- Decreased Resonance with Lillia (50% Chance)

- Increased Reputation with Cassie (65% Chance)

- Could potentially effect any conflict that takes place next chapter.

[ ] Ignore her, seeing Sabah is more important, and she could be Empire anyway!

- Decreased Resonance with Seraphine (65% Chance)

- Could potentially effect any conflict that takes place next chapter

[ ] Write In

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Alright, so I wasn’t excepting to throw another decision in here before running into Sabah, but I rolled a dice to see if Cassie would show up near Medhall and be recognized by Taylor, and she did. So…random roll event go!

The rolls from the last chapter are still valid, and will be used when we meet up with Sabah next chapter, however that happens. I am going to start putting random dice rolls into chapters ahead of time, as it were, so a moment like this doesn’t actually hold up the chapter entirely.

Further advise is eagerly sought, as this is my first quest, so I am quite lacking in experience.