I haven't been keeping up with any progress reports sadly, mostly because the day after I posted this thread I came down with a particularly bad cold and was out of commission for a while. I don't have anything new to really share here, but I figured I'd post the one page that's finished to keep you all satisfied.
A little background information, for those not familiar with this particular version of the Question (or the character at all, really): the Question wears a mask made of a substance called 'pseudoderm' which makes it appear that he has no facial features. It's cemented to his face using a gaslike substance, which also changes the color of his hair and clothing to make it harder to ID him. Confused? Just turn to these handy two panels from the Question's first appearance which, for the most part, have remained entirely canon and summarize it far better than I can.
Now, in the 2005 miniseries upon which this storygame is based, the writer reimagined the Question as an urban shaman who goes into a trance like state upon inhaling the bonding gas, which has now been retconned as a hallucinogen. While in this trance, he can speak with cities (really him speaking in embarrassingly weird slam poetry and listening to random bits of passing conversations) by accessing their chi, and the city can give him clues to his objective. That's not the only use of his shamanistic powers, but that's all you really need to know right now.
Why did I explain all this? Well, you're about to see. Roll the first page:
"Speak to me, Hub City."
"It's bad, man..."
"... it might be cancer..."
"... worse than anything I've ever seen."
"Tell me your secrets, oh vile seductress of the innocent children."
"We're in deep shit..."
"... they're making a move tonight..."
"... I think I'm gonna be sick."
"Where might this move be, oh crime-ridden terminal tumor of the world?"
"This warehouse I just got, for..."
"... some fucked up shit, man..."
"... it's over by the docks, can't miss it."
"Your help is appreciated, oh desperate drug-adled whore begging for dope." With these words, you turn and leave.
The sky above is a pleasant orange color, the sun just about to set. Clouds float around waiting to dissipate into nothingness, birds chirp a delightful song, and down below the ordinary people make their way to and from work, buying Venti soy mocha coffees with a light whip, unaware of or perhaps blissfully involved in the dark underbelly of the city.
They cannot see that day by day their beloved city is falling apart slowly, painfully.
You can See.
They cannot hear its pleas for help.
You can Hear.
They can only walk in the mundane world.
You walk between two worlds.
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Now, right at the start you can see I'm hopping right into the action. No real set-up, just dropping you right into the world. Now, the description will contain the same basic information I've left here (although far less in depth) so people entirely new to the character will have something to go on.
Anyway, tell me what you think I suppose, I gotta get back to work and I'll try to keep up with weekly progress reports every Wednesday from now on.