Realistic or Modern All Your Powers II: Rightful Ownership

[duegxybus]

10:30 AM, May 2021

All Your Powers II
Rightful Ownership​

First Impressions​

A banging on my door brought me to my senses. It was ten'o clock in the morning, and it was a week since I'd woken up in my apartment. I hopped off my creaky bed, pulled on a red shirt, and waded through a sea of empty cardboard boxes.

It took me a good twenty seconds to reach my apartment door -- a period of time much longer when someone was waiting at the door. I stumbled out of the mess and tore the door open. The sunlight almost blinded me.

"Hey! You look like shit! Did you put on a few pounds over the last week?" The woman at my door grinned. It didn't suit her any more than this red shirt suited me. She was my friend, after all, and it was rare to see her grinning. Like, a full on ugly grin. She had a suitcase in tow. Normally this would mean someone was staying over, but a high maintenance woman like her wouldn't bring just one.

"EXNet sucked me dry and then pumped fluids into my body before each test," I muttered, stepping aside in order to let her in.

She didn't wait a second to escape the summer sun, dragging in her distinct perfume waft with her. I could've gagged.

"So," I started again, trying to distract myself from posh-and-proper, "Lexy. Nice to see you."

She stopped. Hearing her own name probably caught her off guard than anything. Lexy raised an eyebrow at me. "What? Did they pump you with narcotics, too? You seem stoned."

I'd be lying if I wasn't the slightest bit loopy. The week I spent at EXNet was intense, if not hair raising. I'd used my powers for lengths of time that I wouldn't have known possible. I learned that breaking a human body was much, much harder than breaking an aluminum box. I learned that steak knives were terrible weapons. In short, I learned how to make and break human beings. EXNet didn't make superheroes, they made super soldiers. I figured all heroes were no exceptions.

"Hell if I knew," I replied, sucking my teeth. "But seriously. It's nice to see you. You're the only person I can show this off to."

I grabbed the upper half of my shirt sleeve and pulled up. A dull IV sat atop my bicep, tattooed carefully into my skin. The guy who gave it to me said it wouldn't wear off in three hundred years. I doubt I'd live that long, but only time would tell. The "4" meant nothing more than how noncompliant I was in relation to my power, but Lexy had no idea.

Much to my surprise, Lexy wasn't surprised. She gave a sad smile, and nodded. "As much as I'd expect from my Jady-kins. I'd kill to be your sister."

"Instead of my sister, you sound like my grandmother," I retorted, adding a subtle snort and a comment at the end. "Hag."

"Shut up! I'm too beautiful to be a hag!" Lexy pouted, putting a little too much emphasis on her lower lip.

She wasn't lying. Lexy was absolutely stunning as long as she put effort into it. Blonde hair, blue-gray eyes, not too tall, and healthy. Men wanted her. Women wanted to be her. Though, if I was a man, I wouldn't be into her. I knew that her look took an hour and a half every day. Not to mention strenuous dieting, intermittent workouts, expensive skin treatment, yadda yadda yadda. It wasn't really my business, but she wasn't really working out to be as strong as possible.

"So..." I began. "Costume?"

Lexy scoffed. "No. What are you, ten? Wearing a costume makes you look absolutely delusional. Besides, you hit too hard for a standard neoprene costume. I just did some clothes shopping for you when you were gone."

Oh. No costume. No cape. I grunted in disappointment.

"Girl, cheer the fuck up," Lexy insisted, dropping the suitcase. "You're registered. That's all that matters."

"But Crackshot has a costume," I whined, "Why can't I have one?"

Lexy slammed the suitcase open. The vein on her forehead might've popped if she got any more upset at me. "Crackshot this, Crackshot that, Crackshot yes, Crackshot no. Crackshot, please fuck me in the asshole. Can you shut up about Crackshot?!"

I shook my head. "No. I spent a two months doing my paper on the Crackshot Controversy. You'll have to endure two more months of me talking about Crackshot."

Lexy coughed in a moderately disgusting way to prove a point. "C*raCkShoT. My. ASS."

Point taken. The Crackshot Controversy paper was my ticket to freedom and a high school diploma, considering I'd failed the entirety of my junior year. It all worked out well. I got my diploma, and whoever wanted my paper got it. It was quite a steal as well. It's not like I'm a great writer.

"Jade, I'm sorry," Lexy added. "I know you liked her."

That couldn't have been closer to the truth. I did admire her. "Sure. It's alright. Still, I'm still upset about not having a costume."

"Oh, cheer up." She reached into the suitcase, pulling out a hoodie. It had a diagonal black-white divide, with a crescent of the opposing colors leaking into it. The top half was black, the bottom white.

"Why isn't it leather?" I asked. "Isn't that cool?"

"That's how you burn up. Looks cool on the screen, incredibly impractical in real life. Polyester is better for you." She dove back into the suitcase, shuffling around until she found a pair of heavy gray pants.

"Pants?" My questions were getting dumber by the minute. I had high hopes for a neoprene bodysuit. I wanted to look sleek.

"So you don't scrape your legs." Lexy's voice seemed to get more and more irritated by the second. "And lastly, combat boots."

She unraveled a bag and tossed some navy-blue, heavy sneakers on the ground. They didn't look like boots at all, aside from the contours on the bottom. "Thanks," I muttered. I picked up the hoodie, pants, and boots, and went to the bathroom.


Lexy waited outside, as she usually did. I changed rather hurriedly. The hoodie was light, and fit perfectly, though I was slightly worried about armpit stains in this sweltering heat. I figured I could worry about that later, as the hoodie wasn't particularly insulated. It was more like second shirt, if anything. The pants were a bit of a challenge. These might've provided a slight challenge to my balance, but I suppose I wouldn't scrape my knees.

The boots came dead last. They were a horrendous fit, despite how sharp they looked. I'd probably have to walk five hundred miles, and then walk five hundred more just to break these boots in. I stomped in place a few times, then emerged from the bathroom.

"I knew they'd look good on you. Well, I have to go." Lexy added. She'd already had her suitcase packed.

"What? You never stay, and I don't have any breakfast!"

Lexy glanced down, then up again. "Sorry. I could wrap up some work first?"

Jade's gonna be left alone? What do?

"Oh, that's okay. I'll call another friend for breakfast. Hopefully he's not as busy. Good luck!" And, by other friend, Jade means her dad. It's okay for 20-year-olds to hang out with their dads on Mondays, right?

"Aww, damn, I'm so sorry to see you go. We could meet up once you're completely done?" Looks like there's no breakfast for Jade. Lazy Monday to catch up with the times? After all, she'd been gone a whole week.

"Give me money for food, then, if you're gonna blow me off like that." Jade will procure her own breakfast somehow after a sarcastic jab at Lexy. Jade might have some stuff to do, too. The least Lexy can do is generously donate some dollars for food?

"Actually, that's alright. In fact, I think I can tag along to help you with some stuff? If you'd allow me, of course." Not like there's anything better to do today. Heroism starts at home! Lexy might need help with something.

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((It's finally up. It's long too, so don't be pressured to read super fast. Votes are posted in this thread, since I don't want a separate voting thread. Separate threads may include information that's already acquired during the RP and an OOC type thing! Yay! I did it! Also anyone can join.))

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[Pryno]

Family is important. Also, 20 is not that old. Let’s see our dad!

 

[BlueClover]

1.
I’m ready for the dad jokes!

 

[Epiphany]

You know what, hell yeah, let's see the Dad.

 

[Damafaud]

Go dad!

 

[wdinatx]

I’m sad. You forgot about me.
Anyway, I’m going to choose the ask for money option because self-sufficient.
Not like it’ll happen though

 

[ViciousVip3R]

There's absolutely nothing wrong with wanting to hang with your dad, let's give him a call to see what's up.

 

[b l o o m s]

Dad's are awesome, let's go! :Đ

 

[Miniapollo17]

I'm mega late, but I like the sarcasm in the yellow option, so I pick that one

 

[duegxybus]

All Your Powers II
Rightful Ownership​

Academic Writing & Cat Insighting
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"Hi, dad," I muttered, bringing the cup of coffee to my mouth. It was cold, though it wasn't because the barista forgot to heat it. She did heat it, and twice at that, too. My dad took an hour to get here which, when all things considered, was pretty impressive for him. He worked from Tuesday to Sunday, and then from home on Mondays.

I hated his job. It almost felt like he chose those hours just so that he could avoid me. Mondays were my sleep-in day.

"Jade," he began. "Are you alright?"

No. My friend dumped me and I'm tired as hell from, uhm, 'EXNetting.'

"Of course dad, Why wouldn't I be?"

"For starters, you're not making a scene. You're not being loud. Would I be wrong to assume that you've not matured and, instead, have an air of sadness today? Then again, you aren't sleeping..." He trailed off into thought, only to stare emptily at his brunch. That hurt.

"I'm just tired," I whined, tensing up my shoulders into a shrug.

"Then you'd be in bed. You're a terrible liar, and you're now a terrible person for trying to lie to me."

That hurt for real. I grumbled a "Thanks dad."

"What?"

"I meant to think that, but I said it out loud."

My dad looked like he meant business, even when he was being cheerful. I could never tell with him. He was more or less a blank slate of a human being. Despite being in his early 50s, he sported no signs of aging and still looked the same as when I was younger. More often than not, it was his demeanor that gave away him being my father. Oh, right, I caused an awkward silence...again.

"So, dad," I downed half the cup of coffee, then put on a hopeful smile. "Can you come down to my apartment later today?"

"No."

"What?!" I blurted out, with little consideration for an inside voice. Even if others heard, so what? I had to make a point. "Why not? You don't work Mondays."

"Actually, I do now. I had received a job offer from Corsican Laboratories just a month after they were bought over by EXNet. You would know about this, if you even picked up my calls." With haste, he made an effort to quiet down near the end, as we were attracting the attention of some other nearby patrons with our 'outside voices.'

"Oh, right," I replied, sheepishly. "I guess I was busy most of last week."

"With what?"

"Oh, you know, same old same old," I lied through my teeth. It's not like I was doing a disservice to him, though. When it came down to it, both of us lied to each other quite a bit. I felt particularly guilty lying to friends, but my dad was a different story. I could say whatever I wanted to him, and he wouldn't care in the first place. Well, that was an exaggeration. He did care, just not nearly enough to amount to anything.

"Lounging around and writing 'Academic Papers' from the comfort of your bedroom?" He put air quotes around 'Academic Papers.' That really hurt. The last two times were hurtful, but not like this. "Jade, do you have a cat?"

"What? Why?"

"Have you forgotten already?" He shook his head, digging into his brunch and eating in silence.

I tried my best to remember what he was even talking about. Forget about what? A cat? He never told me about a cat. I thought my mother despised cats. Did he live under her roof, at odds, over their stances on cats? Was I supposed to solve this conflict of interest in their marriage by deciding once and for all whether cats were the superior pet? Was I none but a foot soldier in the Great War of Pro-cat versus Anti-cat?!

"Cats exude an energy that will aid you in your academic writing. I'm sure you could benefit from one in your apartment. Once you go out today and get the cat, let its aura mingle with yours over the next seven days." My dad put his utensils down and started using his hands to explain. Looks like he was going to ramble...

"O...Oh," I stammered, realizing that this would be another spiritual tirade about living creatures.

"Would you like to meet with Doctor Aimes?"

"Most certainly not." I replied.

"Then, are you getting a cat?"

What is Jade's stance on getting a cat?

"I can't have a cat. There isn't nearly enough space in my apartment for a cat. Then I'd have to feed it. I could give it to a friend, but...no. Definitely not getting a cat. Nope!"

"Oh...of course! I don't know how this conversation got here, but I think if having a cat helps my spirit, then I'll get one. But, it'll be small. Not that much space in my apartment."

"I feel like cats are too self centered. They don't care about me as an owner. They'll just use any chance to walk all over me. No thank you. I'm not getting one of those entitled furballs."

"Does it matter where I get the cat? I could probably adopt one rather than buy. I'm sure there's no 'spiritual' difference between an adopted cat and a purchased one."

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I am SO SORRY for the RIDICULOUSLY LATE POST! I couldn't get on top of anything because senior year and stuff taking the piss out of me from writing stuff. I'll get back on a more serious posting schedule soon. I'm not dead! I swear! I'm so sorry about this too! Plz forgive!!

 

[wdinatx]

Yay it’s back. Also, "I feel like cats are too self centered. They don't care about me as an owner. They'll just use any chance to walk all over me. No thank you. I'm not getting one of those entitled furballs." There is pretty much no benefit of having a cat other then possibly the placebo effect. Don’t fall for it.

 

[ViciousVip3R]

There has to be a reason why this is a choice. Everything happens for a reason, even if it is not apparent at the time. Also, how can we say no to cats?!? The only decision we should be making is whether to adopt or buy one.

(Haha, no worries. Hope everything is going well for you!)

 

[Pryno]

I would normally say no, since the dad is pretty...well, you saw it. But. A. Kittyyyyyy

Let’s adopt one. We will save an abandoned cat, avoid giving money to the pet shop industry and have a kitty! Option 4!

 

[BlueClover]

Get C A T

A cat sounds like a good idea and who knows, it might benefit in the future

 

[Damafaud]

4th option! CATS

 

[Miniapollo17]

I'm mega late again but option 4 because yay cats

 

[CrimsonEclipse]

Option 2 or 4 all the way! Getting a cat is never the wrong answer.

 

[b l o o m s]

Get a cat, right here, right now ( Maybe not now or here, but get a cat. )

 

[duegxybus]

All Your Powers II
Rightful Ownership​

Arc 1: Catcall
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"Adopt?" My dad frowned, and my heart sank. Was that a problem for him? What about for me? I expected him to lash out at me, then lecture me on the importance of buying a cat for some bullshit reason. I hoped that wasn't the case.

I moved to correct this. "No, that's fine, I can-"

"No, that's great. You're adopting a cat, and you're not just looking for quality. That's a first for you, I think." My dad rubbed his chin, then took out his phone. He gestured me to take mine out as well, so I did. He touched mine on the front camera with the back, and my screen lit up. I typed in my PIN and waited for whatever my dad was going to do.

A moment later, the Map app opened, directing me to the nearest animal shelter. It was run by a family of farmers who eventually sold their land to move to the city and put animals up for adoption. Why here, of all places? I doubted any city-dwellers like myself wanted to adopt pets.

"Huzzah!" My dad exclaimed, and I nearly jumped. "The app worked, sorry. Fancy gadgets, and stuff. Good luck with your and, just remember, if you want to talk to Doctor Aimes, just let me know."

By the time he finished, I was already out the front door of the diner. Goodbyes were for losers.

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I lived in Baxterport, a seaside city just northeast of two other major cities. Closer south to me was the large city of Keptro, the home of EXNet and home of all types of weird happenings. To the southwest was something known as the Maumann Desert, which was more of a dried up crater if anything else. Contrary to popular belief, Maumann's sparse cities were not occupied by sand people. They just happened to live closer to the desert than the rest of us.

Baxterport was almost a middle child of sorts with these three cities, containing both the cramped housing apartments and efficient store plazas found in Keptro while maintaining the sprawl of Maumann. Unfortunately, that made us not as popular a tourist destination. We lacked Keptro's extravagant skyscrapers, theme parks, and enormous malls nor did we have Maumann's archaic concrete-sand temples. At least we had an airport, and that made it easy to scam tourists.

Walking through the city was relatively easy, as everything was close by. The adoption center was only a fifteen minute. I could easily name the streets I crossed, block by block. I even passed Lexy's middle school, a prep school with a red-and-steel blue coat of arms with a snake slithering around the four quadrants. Not exactly the best look for a school, but their reputation preceded them. I hated to admit that I lingered for a minute longer than I should've.

Mondays were supposed to be an unspoken lazy day. Baxterport had its own ritual about hating Mondays. Coffee was half off. Alcohol wasn't sold until mid-afternoon. Hot chocolate came complimentary from most work places. Most importantly, talking to anyone on the streets on a Monday was considered taboo. Even a simple 'hello', a nod, or a wave could be taken the wrong way. Because of this, I was absolutely surprised to see what I did.

The space around the animal shelter was loud, crawling with tens, no, hundreds of people. I could barely make out the sound of a police megaphone, with the offer behind it barking out orders at the civilians. Yikes, did I Just call them civilians? I was one, too.

Lucky for me, the crowd seemed a bit spread out at best. They weren't here for a protest, as protesters would move forward or argue. Instead, they were dispersing backwards onto the street. The Map Apps redirected traffic around this location, but I was using a walking route. The GPS didn't compensate for that.

"Please stay in place, everybody. We are trying to locate the perpetrators, but I assure you, they do not want to kill you! All we request is that you remain calm, and do not engage in street violence!"

Whatever the officer said would've made a big impact, if it weren't for the fact that the civilians were already peaceful. Nobody was pushing, or shoving, and I could've made my way to the front of the crowd without any resistance. I shimmied my way through the crowd, doing a subtle hip-check on anyone who refused to make way for me. I could've sworn one person pushed back, but I just returned his reaction with a glare. I was registered with EXNet, after all. Why wouldn't a superhero be allowed here?

"Officer," I inquired. "May I cross the barrier?"

"Ma'am, no." The officer didn't look down at me. I pouted.

"I'm registered with EXNet," I added.

"I have orders, ma'am. We're dealing with two of your kind. Adding a third is a bad idea. I can't give you a free pass." The officer finally looked down at me, as if he were acknowledging me, then looked back up at the remaining civilians.

Before I could get another word out, the sound of breaking glass rang through the air. The hundreds of people standing around finally made a noise, a collection of 'ohhh's filling the crowd. My head snapped to the source of the noise, to which I saw a girl, not older than nineteen, lying on the asphalt, struggling to get to her feet. I could only assume she'd been thrown through the glass, which made my worry shoot up until I realized that her body had obliterated the window. Whatever glass was there had been disintegrated on contact with her body.

From inside the patisserie, I watched as three guys stepped out with baseball bats. They looked like a match set of triplets, all with identical brown hair, hooked noses, and unusually plump lips. Their eyes were smaller than the proportions of the rest of their face. As offensive at it was, I was appalled at how ugly they appeared.

The girl from the beginning stood up, shaking her mop of red hair to rid it of the glass dust. She blinked twice, then stepped back. When she opened her eyes the third time, they were ablaze.

She had powers. As expected, I supposed.

Hers was a deep green in color, too dark to be any margin of natural lighting. As with every powered person, her scleras and irises melded into one colored shape. She pointed a finger at the three men, and spoke. Her voice struck me as oddly normal, if even slightly high pitched. I expected anyone who'd be throwing fights in public to be bolstered with confidence.

"You think you can just throw me around?!" She began to stance herself a few meters away from the approaching baseball-bat triplets. The ones at the extreme end raised their bats, spinning them twice before bringing the aluminum down onto the powered girl.

The resulting crack would've made me think she broke her arm.

The girl raised her arm in a block, taking the combined force of the bats with her forearm. Parts of the baseball bats deformed for just a second, only for the two triplets to give them a good shake and let them return to their original position. Wouldn't that have hurt her? But I figured if her arm wasn't broken and she was able to take being thrown through a window, then she could probably take two baseball bats.

I immediately decided I'd have to go and get my damn cat from this mess. I made my way through the crowd, walking closer toward the patisserie. As I found myself parallel with the patisserie window, a figure stepped out through the shattered glass.

I had to do a double take. He looked far less normal than the girl he was fighting, and in a good way too. He had a similar glow around his eyes, only his was dark purple in appearance. On top of that, the blaze from his right eye fanned out to touch three of his outstretched fingertips, each directed to one of the baseball bat triplets. The man had a strong jawline, possibly from the way he'd trimmed his stubble. His black hair was gelled into place, unflinching with the wind. He didn't speak.

I couldn't awe at him anymore. I needed my fucking cat!

There wasn't an alleyway through the patisserie to the other street, which I could only assume was also blocked. I could either backtrack, or just go through this mess. I was debating on rushing through the former, if I could get my power to cooperate. The last few times I'd used it, it appeared to grant me a short deal of enhanced speed and strength. I had the relative power of a bicycle racer crashing into something and similar speed. Nothing impressive, really. The only issue was its inconsistency. Sometimes it probably didn't work. I wasn't sure why, but I could still feel it.

The man controlling the triplets threw his other arm to the side, as though he was sweeping through something. The farthest triplet shifted to the side, almost like someone had grabbed him and pushed him aside. The girl stomped forward, narrowly missing the triplet by a hair. Her hand went into the ground and, from her expression, I could tell it actually hurt her. She turned around and tried to strike the center triplet.

The triplets' master pulled his left hand back, forcing the center triplet to pedal backwards in order to stop himself from falling on his rear. The other two collided with the girl on either side, as though they were connected to the center one with string. The girl raised her arms on either side to block the two triplets.

"You're done! We're taking you in," the man growled, twisting his left hand and squeezing. The two triplets on the outside wrapped their arms around the girl, gripping her by the waist.

The woman grunted, screwing her eyes shut. She grit her teeth, and began to shout, "Stop, stop, you're crushing me!"

Where the HELL was the policeman? Did he not care? I looked over, watching him move the crowd back slowly with his arms. I could tell people wanted to watch this. From their reactions, I couldn't really tell which one of the supers was a hero or a villain. Even I couldn't tell.

"I don't care," the man retorted, "I'll hold ya there 'till the cops come."

The grip on his hands said he cranked the power up. The two triplets no longer had their legs on the ground, and the third hung back close to his side. The girl was now practically pinned, and began to scream. It was more like a cry of despair than anything else, not expected from someone who was supposedly a villain.

I need to do something, now. Anything!

This is a pretty good opportunity to get involved, but we were getting a cat...

1. Jade should use her power to cut right through the police lines, and then make a break for the adoption center. It's literally right there, and this stuff is not her business. She could hope it works. [REQUIRES ACTIVATION OF POWER]

2. Ask which one of them did wrong. As stupid as it sounds, one of them is bound to give a more credible answer than the other. Once Jade gets a defined answer, she'll decide what to do from there. [REQUIRES ACTIVATION OF POWER]

3. Attempt to take the woman down. She's clearly a villain, based on what the man is saying. Even if the man seems to have a handle on her, knocking her out will ease his burden. Besides, that means the man owes her a favor later. [REQUIRES ACTIVATION OF POWER]

4. The man is hurting the woman. Regardless of their affiliations, if Jade takes the man down, then she wouldn't be in pain anymore. Maybe tell them both to calm down after pinning him? [REQUIRES ACTIVATION OF POWER]

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Jade's power might come off as vague for these first few posts. Going with the AYP spirit of having abilities that do multiple things, I decided it might be interesting if I made it a little different than "she copy." But don't hesitate to ask any questions if they come up! Just because I don't outright explain things doesn't mean you have to be in the dark!

 

[duegxybus]

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B BlueClover just informed me that the notification didn't work, so I'll tag y'all again. Posted above! ^^ Sorry 'bout that, and thanks Shammy!

 

[BlueClover]

2.

Asking might be the best bet we have in order to figure out what happened and how. While yes there's the cat, this probably needs to be resolved first and going in for one or the other could mean some serious backlash from civilians and EXnet

 

[Pryno]

2. There is no garantee that they will give us an answer, but I prefer to try than to be left in the dark. The cat can wait.

 

[wdinatx]

2. We’re not going to rely on luck here. Or get the silly cat.

 

[ViciousVip3R]

(Oof, that lack of goodbye hurt...I mean, would hurt, for losers of course)

Cats are cool, but it will have to wait. (Unless going into the centre will give us context clues as to what is happening...)

I'm going to play devil's advocate and argue for option three. We've already ruled out 1 as a lower priority, leaving us the choice between intervening with action or with words. While asking them seems to be the safest, and most noncommittal choice, it doesn't really accomplish anything other than distract two supers locked in combat which could have disastrous consequences to all the "civilians" nearby. Because, let's be honest, there's no way that either of them will admit to being the villain in this scenario, so this leads us back to square one. The reason why we should choose to help the man is twofold: one, based on the dialogue and actions, or lack of actions, of the police, we can conclude that this man is working with the authorities, which refers to the police as well as likely EXNet. Secondly, by helping the side with an upper hand, we avoid a stalemate to reach a swift conclusion to this conflict. It is also important to note that the man is not trying to attack the girl, but rather trap her for "the cops". We should also avoid overlooking the fact that helping this man could gain us a favour, and even potentially a powerful ally in the future. As such, I can confidently and decisively say my choice is 3.

 

[Damafaud]

I'm gonna go with 3

Oh hey maybe it's all a misunderstanding but the man said something about cops. Cops are generally good right. Also, if we go with 2, everyone around will get an inkling we are trying to do something, or will try so.