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Miellewds-guy here.
Wish we could have watched Tanis and Miel II be wives for each other.

>>1199191
Here

>>1199223
>>1199214
Hi hi. So, cutesy today, or plot?

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>>1208658
And that's the end of your records.

“Go ahead and kill the feed, ALICE,” you order. Your AI coordinator complies, passing control back to the transmitting station. Instead of resuming there's a solid tone, suggesting they've gone off the air.

“I wonder what they're going to do next?” Bianca muses to herself. “That was quite a show.”

“We make it a habit of recording all our actions,” you explain, “because it lets us go back and review our performance.”

Well, it's also good for situations like this.

>You may have built some momentum. Make a public appeal for information regarding the Char-pretender.
>There's still the outstanding issue of the G3 gas. Remove that from the equation first, before someone interferes again.
>There may be an opportunity to gather some human intelligence, and Lieutenant Carlyle may know the best place for that.
>Other?

>>1208665
>>There's still the outstanding issue of the G3 gas. Remove that from the equation first, before someone interferes again.

>>1208665
>>There's still the outstanding issue of the G3 gas. Remove that from the equation first, before someone interferes again.

>>1205323
But Rules have loopholes and Truth is just another perspective as Angels and Fallen can forcefully enter the human reality. God,already weakened, interfered once more and brand 12 people with the Truce of the Third Kingdom. Those 12 disciples have the power to expel those who disturbed the fragile peace.

The peacekeepers are known as the Balancer and you are one of them. You are:

>Father John Fisher (exorcist)
The exorcists are those who fight with words and rituals. They are the experts on Angels and Demons. They also have access to Old Knowledge with the access to the church's restricted libraries. Father John Fisher was one of the best and have consecutive successes in being a Balancer with his partner, the angel Zachariel, yet he have a strong desire to save everyone.
>Ian Gilchrist (Artificer)
The artificers are those who infuse objects with powers. They are the holder of holy and ritualistic artifacts ,and they know how to use them. They could also create some artifacts but not as powerful as the old Artifacts. They also know sigils and usually tattooed them on their body.
Ian Gilchrist is the prodigal son of the Artificer Order of the British Kingdom. Having left his old team to die, he disappeared for few year and later appeared a drunkard with a strange young woman.
>Jun Chiasa (Onmyoji)
Using spirits and souls of their ancestors, the onmyoji are spirit summoners and know how to enhance themselves and their equipment. Their understanding of the Truce are different with the western. Jun Chiasa was a member of a pretigeus onmyoji main household. Through rigorous training and connections, she was the best of the best and earned the name 'the fierce phoenix' with her ancestor spirit ,Susano. But even this powerful phoenix is caged

>>1205327
>Father John Fisher (exorcist)

>>1205327
>>Ian Gilchrist (Artificer)The artificers are those who infuse objects with powers. They are the holder of holy and ritualistic artifacts ,and they know how to use them. They could also create some artifacts but not as powerful as the old Artifacts. They also know sigils and usually tattooed them on their body.Ian Gilchrist is the prodigal son of the Artificer Order of the British Kingdom. Having left his old team to die, he disappeared for few year and later appeared a drunkard with a strange young woman.
Jun was a close second for me, mostly because I love Onmyoji but I can't do quests with female MCs

>>1202554
>Machines
>Islands

If I dont get some people in here we can start with whatever the first person decides to choose.

>>1202557

I'll wait 5 minutes and then start with your choice.

Arriving at Valirsa's room you quickly open the door and get to work. ok it is cleaner than the last time you were here, the bed nice and neat, book shelf not knocked over, and a distinct lack of a hand sewn doll of the emperor.

Realizing time is of the essence you quickly begin scouring the room for clothing. You find normal imperial clothing though all female with a color pallet of gray, gray, and a darker shade of gray.... wow this girl has a rather bland taste of clothing.

Well you begin to weigh your options, take Valiersa's clothing, leave and keep your own, or maybe she has something tucked away somewhere you can use. Considering how she dresses there must be more clothing you have yet to find.

>[1] take what is here, you want this over with as quickly as possible
>[2] leave the clothing, penal legion clothing it is.
>[3] search more maybe we can find something better that Vali has hidden (per)
>[4] write-in

>>1200308
>3
we go big or we go home

>>1200308
>[3] search more maybe we can find something better that Vali has hidden (per)
We are a Sniper, keenest eyes in the team, Trap Guardsman is a go.

So excited we got to learn about owls

>>1200036
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wEWF2xh5E8s

"I'd like to go on a mission with Shikadai, if I could."

Naruto looks down at some papers, and mumbles to himself for a few seconds before responding. "Oh! Yeah, right, yeah that sounds great. I think for his first mission as a Chunin, Shikadai would like to go with you anyways. You two are a serious tactical duo in terms of support. After meeting with the Mist, I determined that there was some hotspot areas that they were going to need help with."

He keeps looking down at the papers, his eyes shifting from one to the next. All around you, the clones keep working.

"Just how bad is it over there, Lord Hokage?"

He swallows, and sets his work down. The Hokage looks up and wonders. "Takeshi..All my life, the problems I faced seemed so clear cut compared to this. Most, anyways. I remember when I was little, on my first big mission when I visited the Mist. Then, the people were as poor as they are now. After all the fighting, after all the death and the.."

A tear breaks down his face, but he wipes it off right away. Around him, the clones keep their composure and never stop. "I gotta wonder. Are the friends I made then, even still alive? These cultists, they seem like they've cut all ties, all their bonds, for the sake of something so petty and impersonal. The rebels who fight against the Mist, if they had been misled before, now they believe in their cause completely. I know the Mizukage. He doesn't want to kill his own damn people!! He knows better than anyone what a bloody history we've made to get to this point! If I didn't have all this work, if I wasn't needed here, I'd be there!"

Naruto looks up at you, the paperwork in his hands crumpled from the fists he's made. "How?! How can people be losing faith so quickly?? I won't say that I didn't think the world was done with war, but..people are killing each other over nothing but greed. This Shozuku..I know he's a boy from our village. I knew his real parents when they were alive!! They loved this country, and the people in it! If we could just show him, show him there's a home for him, then maybe he'd give all this up. Heh-I don't mean to put all of this on you, suddenly, but you're more involved with it than almost any Chunin. More than anyone from your generation, you've fought these people time and time again. Why do you think he fights? Pits people against each other? Steals people from their families, their homes!?"

>Write-in

The voting window for this post will be extended to 20 minutes considering it's write-in only.

"Alone for....little bit."

"But what am I supposed to do if something happens? If I'm all alone here and someone comes by..."


"Here. Let me...show you." You lead Delilah out of bed, taking her out to the hallway. A small outline of a square in the ceiling and the short cord that dangles from it waits above as you have her stand back a few feet, letting her watch as you tug it down. Cold air wafts down from the newly open attic, and you pull the fold up ladder that leads up inside. "Climb in...pull up." you explain to her, letting Delilah come over to look up. Feeling the cold from above makes her grimace, and she reaches out to make sure the ladder is steady.


"So just get up there and pull the ladder up? Is there any lights up there?" she asks.

"Small window. Pretty small...I wouldn't...fit."

"Okay," Delilah sighs, "But you can't take too long. You have to come back as soon as you can." She's more than eager to return to bed, leaving the dark and cramped attic for the much more welcoming bed. You ignore the urge to return to sleep, instead getting dressed and preparing yourself for meeting up with Crockett. Good news would be nice, but you aren't going to hold your breath for it either.

"If he ends up mentioning anything about my mom or grandma..." You button your pants, looking back at Delilah and realizing that she hadn't fallen back asleep but has been watching you. "Will you please tell me? Even if he tells you not to, will you at least tell me about that?" Not wanting to give a promise, you instead button up your shirt and come to sit on the bed.


"Need...anything? While out?" you ask, pulling on socks. Delilah shakes her head, pulling the blankets closer. "Try to...eat something. Heading out...behave." With a quick promise from her, you leave Delilah behind for the meantime. Double checking all of your pockets to make sure you've got everything you need, you leave the house and begin your quick walk. Leaving the warmth of the house for the outside is almost painful, but you just tuck your face away in the coat and head over to the corner store that's been around much longer than you have.

A small square building set at the end of the neighborhood, it's nice to see not too many people are mulling around it at this time. A weathered payphone waits outside and you soon find yourself standing in front of it, bent down to fit under the awning above it as the phone rings in your hand. The first two times go unanswered, finally having the other end pick up just before the third call gives up.


"Hello, Crockett speaking."

"Hello? Can you...hear me?"

"...hello? Anyone there?" You try to block the receiver from the wind, knowing that it's going to be doing little to help.

"Can hear...me now?"

"Hello? I might need you to speak up for m- oh wait, that you Lawrence? Been waiting for your call, ready to meet up?"

"Yeah..."

[1/2]

"Pretty sure that was a yes. Give me an address and I'll be down to pick you up as soon as I can."


It takes several tries to deliver the address to Crockett properly, the pressure to get it right growing as a woman stands in line behind you for the phone. After having to practically shout it several times into the phone, your message finally gets through.


"Sounds good, I'll swing around and pick you up-" The call comes to a sudden stop, having run out of time with the money put in. Annoyed, you hang the phone back up and move past the woman, not even bothering with an apology as you go to wait in front of the store. You do what you can to keep to yourself, trying not to look like any sort of creeper as look out for the car. Not many others pass by, most just stopping to come inside for a few minutes and leaving. A hunk of junk that looks like it might have more duct tape than metal comes and parks, Crockett stepping out and waving at you. Just wanting out of the cold at this point, you hurry over and cram yourself i the front seat. Empty cups and trash crunch beneath your feet, but the warm heater makes up for it.


"Sorry about the wait, had to let this thing warm up first," Crockett says as he begins to pull away from the store, "You doing alright?" The answer to that question is much longer and complicated than you'd like to deal with right now, so you just nod.

"Good good, and Delilah? She alright?"

"Yeah. At my...parents."


"Sounds good. Thanks for meeting up with me, this shouldn't be taking too much time." You look in the rear view mirror, seeing a bag sitting in the backseat. Your stomach churns at the thought of what lays inside, knowing that you will have to deal with it soon. "We aren't going far. I have a buddy with an office down here, let me borrow the keys while him and his wife are out on vacation. Going to set up there for a little while, least for a little while longer."

"Safe?"

"Safe enough. I'm always packing heat and the office is in a pretty secure building. Shouldn't have to worry about any surprise visitors at the very least." Crockett remains silent for a moment, taking another look to the bag in the back. "This is going to be pretty grim for you, I know. It was for me too, trust me. I wouldn't really call it good news, but once we get to the office I'll let you know what we have to work with."


"Can't tell...me now?"

"Rather not. Kinda have to prepare myself for it too, you know? Plus, there's something I'll need to show you once we're there."


You don't blame him, the conversation with him on the phone was hard enough to swallow. If you don't take the rest of the news well, it's probably for the best if he isn't stuck in the car with you. As you both ride in silence, you begin to think of questions to ask him.

>Ask more about him and Delilah's mother
>Ask if he's getting paid for helping Delilah like this
>Ask if he thinks Delilah can live a normal life after this
>Write-in

>>1199916
>Ask more about him and Delilah's mother

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>1199357
>What do?
>>Go to the college
>>head to the armory
>>To the police station
>>Go scavenging in the town
>>Poke around outside of town for those other sites
>>Investigate the mysterious force
>>Go back
>>Other?

>>1165716
Old Thread

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>1199369
>Go scavenging in the town
We've spent quite a while trying to get into secure locations, but now let's ransack some unguarded buildings. Also everyone on our team is encouraged to look for a vehicle they like and claim it as their own.

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>1199397
Supporting, maybe use some cars in neutral as a caravan? More loot boys. Guess we're waiting for Turbo

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>>1198983

With the smoke from Gnyev's funeral pyre darkening the air behind you, you set off back towards the Resettlement Area at an unhurried pace. It took a while to gather enough materials to get a decent fire going, but the effort was well worth it. If Gnyev had some kind of disease, dragging the body back to the Resettlement Area would only risk spreading it further. Besides, some small part of you prefers it this way – burning the body out in the wilderness just feels... right.

Less work for you as well, this way. Pure coincidence.

-

An ill air is already hanging over the Resettlement Area when you arrive back, with the sentries pacing back and forth with their rifles close to hand. Further inside the camp, you can see a number of the locals watching the soldiers with sullen eyes, unreadable and unresponsive. As you pass them by, a few heads draw together in conspiratorial whisperings, a sudden uncertainty changing the mood. Word of what you had been doing must have spread, you realise, only the natives hadn't been expecting you to return.

Whispers and fleeting glances follow you as you return to the Ministry prison, the guards at the door parting with just a glimpse of your papers. Inside, crowded around a table, a number of Ministry soldiers – men of rank, judging by their uniforms – look down at a spread map and listen intently as Camilla gives them their orders. She's so focused on instructing the men that your arrival goes unnoticed, for a moment at least.

“You've all got your search areas, but I don't your men spread too thinly. Nobody goes off on their own, not under any circumstances,” she stresses, stabbing a finger down against the map, “Tomorrow morning, at first light, I want everyone-”

“Ma'am,” one of the soldiers cuts in, “I don't think we'll be needing that search after all.”

Looking up, ready to chastise the man, Camilla finally notices you. Her lips part in a soft, silent gasp before her usual mask of cold professionalism comes slamming back down. Nodding briskly, she lets her gaze pan around the assembled soldiers. “Dismissed,” she says at last, “Back to your posts, I'll file a report with Commander Dunajski once I've got the details. Hanson, that means I'll need to speak with you. Follow me, please.”

>>1198985

So, you remark as you sit down in a makeshift office, a search party?

“A contingency plan,” Camilla replies with a shrug, crumpling an empty cigarette box in her hand, “Besides, it gave me something to keep me occupied while you were away. The Wolf, is he...”

Dead, you confirm, you found him and put him down. He found you, to be more precise, but that's just splitting hairs. The end result was the same – there shouldn't be any more killings.

“That's a weight off my mind. With Maksym in a cell and the rest of his men dead, I think that just about wraps things up. I'll make all the necessary reports,” wincing a little at the thought of more paperwork, Camilla rubs her brow, “Thank you, Henryk. You've made my job a lot easier.”

>Anytime. Now, I need to get back to Port Steyr
>What's going to happen to Maksym?
>Gnyev had some disease, black sores all down his body. Have any of the other natives shown signs of it?
>Other

>>1198987
>Gnyev had some disease, black sores all down his body. Have any of the other natives shown signs of it?
>What's going to happen to Maksym?

>>1198933
>Wait until someone comes along.

You wait a while, feeling the bumps of the road under the wagon. One particularly large bump causes you to hit your head against the top of the cage, which stings for a bit.

After what feels like an hour, the wagon haults and you hear the driver step down from his seat. Muffled voices can be heard outside heading towards the wagon you are in. Bright light blinds you as the doors open up, exposing you to the harsh sunlight.

"Oi, ugly, get your ass up, it's time to eat." The person standing before you is Allan. You would think he'd be nicer since, as a midget, he's also disfigured, but in actuality, he's just happy to have someone who looks weirder than him to pick on.

He throws you a stale piece of bread. "Eat up, freak, it's the last food you'll get for another long while." Allan moves a small ways away from the wagon before sitting down to eat his own food. Anything you'd like to do?

> Write in

>>1198963
>Use that basic pyromancy to set fire to the dumb midget's hair.

>>1200580

"In your hands, O Lord,
we humbly entrust our brothers and sisters.
In this life you embraced them with your tender love;
deliver them now from every evil
and bid them eternal rest.

The old order has passed away:
welcome them into paradise,
where there will be no sorrow, no weeping or pain,
but fullness of peace and joy
with your Son and the Holy Spirit
forever and ever."

Father MacAodhagain raises his head, and your fellow knights do as well. Together, as one, you say the final word, the one that echoes with a certain finality.

"Amen."

Sighing, you look at your men. They're grieving, you can see it on their faces, but they're doing it their best to keep it in, if only to honor their fallen brothers' memories.

The burial was slow work, considering the exhaustion of your men. But with considerable help from the villagers, and with the determination of your brothers, they were put in the ground, a white cross marking their final resting places. You are saddened, obviously, but you have a duty to carry on, after what happened. No time to grieve.

Walking back to the village, you take in the silence of the forest around you. It's peaceful. You don't like it. It gives you too much time to think, and when you think, your thoughts go back to your fallen brethren. You'll have time to think on them later, when you get back to the camp, to bring them news.

Reaching the village center, you see Cellica slumped against the side of a tree, near where her white mare is tied, asleep. You were planning on bringing her with you to get the demon's heads, but she's sleeping. Maybe you should just go alone, or bring one of your knights. However, you don't think you should ask that of them. They're tired enough, and you said they'd have the day to rest.

>Wake up Cellica.
>Go it alone.
>Bring a knight.
>Write-in.

>>1200826
>Bring a knight.

>>1200826
>Wake up Cellica.
Might as well.

>>1203720
>Lance Mazzini

>>1203735

“Lance...”

“Lance...”

“Lance!”

You gasp and wake up to a room filled in darkness. You immediately recognize that you are laying on something soft, a bed. Wait, a bed? What happened to that place that you were in before? Where the hell are you?

Try as you might, you can’t open your eyes, no, they are open, something is covering them! You instinctively reach out to your face to clear your vision, but you are tied down as well. Your arms and legs are secured on the bed that you are on. You start to hyperventilate.

“Woah, calm down Lance, it's alright! Your safe, calm down!” a voice says. You feel a hand on your arm. It does little to suppress the still lingering feeling of terror, but you slowly gain enough wits to think rationally. The voice sounds masculine, and mature. The owner of the voice also seems to be friendly, or maybe he’s just pretending to be friendly. You feel a bit more scared at the lack of information that you have. You didn’t think that was possible.

Before you can scare yourself even more, the man says something again, “Okay, alright,” he starts, “Now Lance, you’ve been through a lot, and by a lot, I mean that you shouldn’t even be alive, but we can talk about that later,” god, what did he mean by that? “For now, let’s go over introductions. I’m Lionel, the Wizard Doctor. I already know your name, but not much else, can you tell me anything about yourself? Any little bit can help me make sure that you are in a stable condition.”

Alright, you can maybe do that. But first, something needs to said.

“Hmm? Oh! Sorry, I forgot about that cloth over your eyes for a second there. Here, let me...,” he slowly took off the thing obstructing your vision, and the binds holding your body, and your eyes take a moment to adjust to the light.

Well, you can safely say that you are in a room, and a messy one at that. It’s very cluttered, with many trinkets and baubles littering the ground, and a big oak desk situated in the corner of the room. You notice very quickly that this place is a re purposed jail cell, you can tell because you see the oak desk through metal bars which you are currently behind. The cell itself looks too “homey” to be called an actual jail cell, but the cold stone walls betray its past life. Another thing you notice is the state of the cell you are in: dust covers every corner of the small section of the room, including a smaller desk on your side. It is absolutely caked with the stuff, which implies that nothing really came into this room all that often. Just how long were you out?

>cont.

>>1203771

Your eyes then drift over to the wizard named Lionel. He looks like one of those generic wizards you would read about in fairy tales: long robes, big grey beards, and a pointy hat. The only things that are missing is the age, and the beard. He looks to be about forty or fifty, and his beard is a dark black instead of grey. His face is more reminiscent of a happily drunk homeless man than a wizard. It’s littered with scars and smile lines, whether this is cause for concern, you are unsure.

He puts on a smile and coughs to get your attention, “Now that you’re done ogling the wizard, why don’t you take some time to try to remember anything about your past. You got dumped into my care a while ago by your family, then they just up and vanished. You were already in that state when you came to me, so I couldn’t exactly ask you questions-” he gets interrupted when your stomach lets out a great rumble, reminding you that you didn’t eat for god knows how long. Lionel’s eyes widens then he lets out a chuckle, “Oh my! I’m sorry, I should have gotten you settled in before I started the interrogation! Give me a second and I’ll see if I can get you something to nibble on,” and with that he swiftly made his exit out of the room.

Well, you're in a room, being cared for by an unnaturally jovial wizard. Thousands of questions are begging to be answered, and you frankly don’t know where to even start. What exactly did he mean you shouldn’t be alive? How long were you out? Where are you? And most importantly, why did your family leave you in the care of a wizard, then run away?

You take a deep breath. Calm down. Lionel did ask you to remember anything from your past, that seems to be the only thing you can do now, think. Plus, he seemed kind of friendly, so maybe you should listen to the wizard.

>Roll 1d100 to remember.

>>1196205
>I think you're right. We should wait some more time. Once they reached basic literacy, we can evaluate what they would need.

>>1196205
>What is your opinion Ulysses?

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>1196496
>>1196545
Alright, here's the tie-breaker.

>>1206978
Don't bench me coach

>>1206978
Armok punches self in face

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>>1206991
How's this fer benchin'

>>1206995

>>1205502
>Flank the conduit on foot with Hess.

Let's do this.

>>1205502
>>Stay with the Titans.

>>1205502
>Flank the conduit on foot with Hess.
>>1205510
FUCK YOU FAGGOT I WAS LURKING FIRST