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>>1073443

Today has been no exception, after having discovered and drawn the ire of some sort of gem monster hiding in the town's water tower. Fortunately you were able to avoid a deadly confrontation atop the tower and make an escape in a car, though not without the creature following in pursuit.

And so you, Owen, have another strange matter on your hands. Thankfully along with Ranger Judy and her 4x4 you've been able to elude the urchin-like creature, seeing as on foot, even you wouldn't be able to outrun it. It can't be out-driven forever though, and needs to be dealt with one way or another.

>Try to deal with it yourselves, between those of you in the car and what you have.
>Seek help, a creature like this is too strange to handle normally.
>Attempt to evade it entirely, maybe Judy can drive out of town and lure it away.
>[Write-in.]

How about reminding ourselves why we know there are supernatural creatures in this town and what we were doing on the water tower. Maybe a description of who we are, who Ranger Judy is and why she is driving away with us from the creature who needs further description.

Starting a quest midaction is not a good idea, makes things confusing or makes for a long and usually boring wall of text.

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“While I like the idea of getting our own place,” you begin, “should we talk to Gabby about it as well?”

Rowe snorts before laughing. (What? Why would we talk to her about it?)

“Uhhhhh,” you sound out, thinking of what to follow up with. “Maybe she should be included in the considerations for us getting a new place? See if she wants to join in on the idea of a bigger house.”

Rowe cocks an eyebrow. (Look, I admit the sex was good but it's not worth dealing with Gabby as a roommate. If we want her to join in again I think she can deal with making the walk to wherever we move. Can you actually imagine living in the same house as Gabby for . . . well any period of time, really.)

“Well –”

(I've found a total of three empty beer bottles in our room since I've been practically stuck in here. Three, Alan. As far as I could tell she entered here with zero so I'm baffled about how she managed to litter three around the place in one night.)

You shrug and chuckle, letting Pascala win the tug of war and bound away to the corner of the room with her rat chew toy. “Maybe we just need to housebreak her?”

Rowe gives you a look.

“I did say very sexy, puppy,” you point out.

(Alan, you can't just bring wild animals into the house and think you can domesticate them.)

You cast a glance towards Sif.

(That's different.)

“ . . . Could we have a guestroom for Du'kov?” you ask more hopefully, changing the subject.

(Oh sure. Letting him continue to live in one of those hostels in Seaside should qualify as child endangerment.)

You take a second to think things over, pondering on the entire concept. “Eh, maybe we should sit on it and think it over.”

Your half-elf lover nods. (No need to rush into things. There's still room for Sif yet.) She leans forward on the bed and wraps her arms around her wolf, petting him behind the ears furiously.

As you watch your girlfriend play with her glorified, over-sized dog, your own furry four-legged friend starts growling.

The both of you are alarmed and look over to where Pascala scampered off to. She seems to be shaking the rat toy furiously in her maw, snarling the whole while.

. . . Except you spy her chew toy discarded on the ground a few feet away from where she now is.

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(Yuck. How did a rat get in here.) Rowe thinks as she notices the same discrepancy as yourself.

Pascala tosses the dead thing to the side, letting it slam into the wall and fall lifelessly to the ground. She continues to snarl at it. She lets out a few warning barks.

Hmmm, from here you can tell the rodent is of an unusual size. You've seen a few that abnormally big in cages at the Research Library before. And a few others scampering down in the sewers or through the seedier back alleys in Seaside. Generally they are nothing more than a nuisance, but every once in awhile some of the greener recruits are forced to cull their numbers, especially after incidents where the most aggressive ones end up biting one of the orc children and infecting it with what the locals call 'Filth Fever'. The worst of them can grow to the size of small dogs. And while that isn't much of an issue for you, you'd believe Bartom and Eve might disagree.

This one in particular has a coat of very coarse fur and a long scabby tail.

>Pick it up and toss it away
>Search for how it got into your room
>Something else? (write-in)

>>1072657
>Search for how it got into your room

>>1081012
>Bengal Swamp

>>1081012
Anatartic Rainforest!

Go go antarctic rainforest!

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>>1076470
You are Gerald the Gnome, and your head hurts. Which is a miracle considering the amount of Ginger Brew you quaffed before taking this tumble. The cold stone floor beneath sends dull aching pulses through your back, coupled with the light drifting down from the hole in the cavernous ceiling assaulting your sensitive eyes; makes for a ridiculously unpleasant experience.

>Get up and observe your surroundings

>Grab Bag

>Check your person

>Write In

>>1076497
>Check your person

>>1076497
>>Get up and observe your surroundings

>>1073258
[ ] Sight! Find the glowiest places!

>Sound! Bushy things doing stuff!
Also love these thread Mitts

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>>1073280

>>1072720
>PikaCHU
And if that doesn't work,
>Pika...Chu!

>>1072720
Holy fuck, a squirtle!
Catch it!

>>1072720
>>PikaCHU
Pokemon Yellow was my favorite.

>>1071980
John Smith, age 30, FIB plant/operative, and the most forgettable guy you will never remember.

>>1071980
Henry Foy, Age 26, Mercenary

Former US military honorable discharge became a merc for the money

>>1071980
Jack Baines, 28, former business owner and ceo that was taking out from corruption and corporate espionage.

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[1st of May, 2016]

>>Resume being Keiichi Hirayama.

Considering you have always been Keiichi Hirayama, except for those nine months you existed as a nameless fetus growing inside your mother’s womb, this is an incredibly easy task.

Your mentor’s demands in regards to your training are generally far less so.

The goal she set sounded simple. You were to hit all the moving familiars in front of you. Their stamina was lacking and were protected by simple shields, but it was nothing your Anti-Mana bullets can’t handle. You handled the first batch with ease.

You felt cautious, of course. Your mentor had a habit of springing nasty surprises on you during your training exercises. She demonstrated this trait as she proceeded to summon wave after wave of familiars until there was enough to fill a small army.

“Uh, isn’t this a little too much?”

“Did you ask if you wanted to clean out the storerooms again, boy?"

Which led to you stretching out your already mediocre-sized mana pool to its very limits while your mentor observed, utterly unfazed, as she ate snacks and talked to someone on the telephone. It was almost like she was a normal, human girl, except the snacks had alcohol in them and the topic of the call seemed to be about the interrogation of some poor sword spirit.

“Yes, you should try waterboarding. It’s very old, but it’s effective. The humans can attest to that. No, I will not offer any more tips. I have to watch my student, who is dangling precariously close to having to do chores for me. Goodbye, Yassine.”

You’d call your mentor a sadist, but that would mean she fully understood the concept of fun.

It’s now the last round.

Your Beretta trembles in your hand as you squeeze the trigger. A ripple of sound bursts through the air. The sour scent of gunpowder floods your nostrils. A bullet sails across the distance towards its target, a dull-eyed familiar strafing from left to right. There’s a glimmer as a shield erects itself in front of the target. A futile effort; the bullet plows straight through, cracking and shattering the magical barrier like glass. The familiar receives a hole in the center of its torso. It stumbles, collapses and vanishes in a puff of white smoke.

Right on target. You would be satisfied, except there are six more targets mockingly dodging and dashing in front of you. The timer is ticking down, with twenty seconds left on the clock. The effects of mana exhaustion beginning to settle upon you. Fatigue, faint-headedness and flecks of black in the corner of your vision. Three F’s.

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You contemplate quitting. A second later, you decide it’s a terrible idea. You like to think you someone who learns from his mistakes. Seriously, those obstacle courses are not meant for humans, no matter what certain spirits in funeral dresses claim otherwise.

With a quick shake of your head, you clear the wayward thoughts out of your head and analyze the situation. Looks like there’s little choice. If you’re going to get this exercise done—and there will be hell to pay if you don’t—you’ll have to combine some techniques.

Your teeth grits. If your magic circuits had a mouth, they’d be cursing at you.

Eight seconds remaining; soon to be seven. Your mentor’s gaze is burning a hole on your back.

Screw your magic circuits. You’re the boss here.

You inhale and exhale. You close your eyes and concentrate. You reach deep into your soul and grasp out the magic within. Sparks of energy from the center of your soul race down your magic circuits and reach your eyeballs. A burning sensation overwhelms them, like both were immersed into a pit of coals. You yank your eyelids open and look.

Color is unnecessary; thus it has been removed from the world. You gaze into an expanse of blacks, greys and whites. The familiars are sluggish now, their movements at half speed. Your body is at the same speed, but your mind certainly isn’t.

You drag your arm upwards, feeling as if it was submerged through mud. You press against the trigger of your handgun with a finger weighing a thousand kilograms. Then you filter the last vestiges of mana through your fingers and into the cartridges residing in the barrel and magazine, carefully aim and squeeze.

The bullets eject themselves out of the barrel. The sound of the blast is stretched out into a drawn-out roar. You release your hold on your magic and everything snaps back into place like a rubber band. The bullets whip forward and soar like tiny meteors towards the targets. Bang, crash, crunch and repeat. The familiars fall like badly-designed dominos. You smirk at the sight. Then whiplash washes over you like a tsunami of bricks and your knees threaten to buckle.

You resist, because your mentor is coming your way and you don’t to hear yet another aggravating passive-aggressive remark out of her smug mouth.

“I didn’t mention using bullet time.” She, Akasha-Alea—the spirit of firearms, observes, staring at the twitching familiars on the ground. Like the one you shot earlier, they too vanish into smoke.

“You never said anything about it.” You pant, sweat pouring down your back.

“True enough. I suppose you pass. Good work.” Akasha-Alea nods, her tone neutral, as if she anticipated the result in the first place. Knowing her, she probably did. There’s no way she would be blind to any form of gun-involving magic.

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Akasha-Alea gestures to a blonde-haired familiar patrolling around the field. It turns its head robotically and marches over, not a single step out of line.

“Clean that up.” She orders. The familiar nods, then whips out a wooden broom. It trudges over to the field and begins to tidy up the training field, piling up the spent casings into a neat little pile. Akasha-Alea turns to you. “As for you boy, come and sit with me.”

She takes you to a small pavilion at the edge of the training grounds, where you and her rest in front of a tea table. From here, you have a good view of the field, a stretch of barren earth pockmarked by shrunken trees, tufts of dry grass and training structures. Akasha-Alea may have won her land through her status and brutal crusades against her rival weapon spirits, but gardening was a concept that continued to elude her. Still, the view is picturesque in a rustic, desolate sort of way.

“Here.” There are two mugs of coffee steaming away on the table. The contents are black and dense as tar. You drink and it’s all bitter and little sweet. You gulp it down anyway, because Akasha-Alea rarely brews this special coffee of hers and you haven’t found any other drink in existence that’s better for restoring mana.

She’s either in a good mood or preparing for something serious. Probably the latter, knowing her.

“Hey, are we done for the day?” You ask, partially dreading the response. “Airi wants me back soon.”

“Patience, boy.” Akasha-Alea replies. “There is something we must discuss.”

“…is this going to take a while?”

“Depends on whether or not you decide to evade my questions.” She says, her tone almost accusing.

“That doesn’t happen.”

“Yes, it does. I’m not going to get into a debate with you over this, though. There are more pressing matters” Akasha-Alea leans slightly across the table-top. “Tell me, boy, have you at any point had any sort of aspirations or ambitions regarding your future?”

>“I think I have some idea.”
>“Considering all the incidents I’ve been in…”
>“I can't be bothered....”
>“The military, like my mom? I don’t know.”
>“Something peaceful and quiet. Like a desk job.”
>“None whatsoever.”
>Custom option.

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>>1072906

Never! The universe belongs to creatures of metal! Not to filthy organbags!

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ORION LIVES! ORION CONQUERS!

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We are Eternal.

We are Carbon.

We are God.

Welcome to Shadowrun Occultist Quest!

>What is Shadowrun?

Shadowrun is an RPG series set in the world of 2072, 60 years after "The Awakening", the return of magic, spirits, and fantasy races into the world. Metahumanity now lives in a world of advanced technology and magic, where megacorporations are above the laws of nations and one-third of all humanity have no legal rights. Crime and corruption run amok, and mercenary operatives known as "shadowrunners" ply their services to both the criminal underworld, and to the very corporations that officially fight against them.

>How are success and failure determined?

A number of d6's are rolled equal to the relevant attribute+the relevant skill. 5's and 6's are successes, and the dice are rolled against a target threshold (1 for something trivial; 6 for a highly difficult /intricate task. 10 for something next-to-impossible). Each 6 rolled results in one additional die being rolled in the pool. Results are as follows:

Target number of successes is met: the action is a success.

Target number of successes is not met: the action is a failure.

Target number of successes is met, but more 1's are rolled than any other number in the pool: a "glitch" occurs: a minor outside complication arises that prevents success.

Target number of successes is not met and more 1's are rolled than any other number: critical glitch. Your actions fail in a way that is potentially disastrous for your long-term goals or your health.

You will have 2 points of Edge each "session" that you can spend to tip the scales in your favor. When requesting an action, you may specify that you want to spend a point of Edge to add "luck" or "effort" to a roll. "Luck" will add five dice to the roll's pool (great for situations where Redd is forced to work out of his depth). "Effort" will re-roll all failed dice on a roll if it does not meet the threshold, glitches, or critically glitches (the point will be refunded if none of these happen). This is good when you are playing to Redd's strengths, but want to make sure you don't botch something.

Good luck, and remember the fundamentals of shadowrunning:

>Shoot straight!

>Conserve ammo!

>Never make a deal with a dragon!

Cast:

>Rhun "Hela'R Dryw" map Gaelwynn
A short, toned, and angry Welshwoman who serves as your crew's close-combat expert and recon gal. Has enough chrome and bioware in her body that she could probably tank a fall from the 10th floor of a skyraker into an acid vat. Against all odds, holds a Master's degree in Welsh History. Likes: Parkour, sex, narcotics, alcohol, swordfighting, Welsh autonomy from the UK, Lofwyr (The CEO of Saeder-Krupp), Saeder-Krupp. Dislikes: The English, the Irish, the Scottish, Tir Elves, "wankers", people who don't like Lofwyr or Saeder-Krupp. Is trying to quit Bliss.

>Rex Stirling
A Chicago native and former cleaner for Saeder-Krupp, now demoted to shadowrunning due to a series of unwise decisions that started with a decision to do a hit-and-run on the leader of a major street gang. A veteran of the Sinai Shadow Operations of 2065. Consummate professional (apart from the hit-and-run) and a hard, hard man. Likes: clean runs, gray suits, the Chicago Shatterers Urban Brawl team, and "Pacey Rae", his Gauss rifle. Dislikes: Messy runs, being double-crossed, "wizard bullshit". Has some unresolved trauma from the Sinai.

>Sudo Morphus/"N0b0dy"

The crew's decker. Used to just be an IT nerd, until S-K got leverage on him for redirecting spam-mail from one of their subsidiaries back to said subsidiary's servers. You have the closest relationship to him our of anyone on the team. Suffers from Sudden Unexplained Resurgent Genetic Expression (SURGE), which gives him oily, bright-green scales instead of skin, along with a tail. Likes: MMO gaming, decking, the occult, "me time", you (in a platonic way). Dislikes: violence, being overworked, Lance, himself. Mildly depressed.

>Tizona Cortez

An ex-pirate technically-nun, Tizona Cortez is your group's mage. She channels the power of God to smite your enemies and bring down the heretic government of Aztlan (formerly Mexico). Lives apart from the rest of the crew, in a convent in Charlotte. Likes: Jesus, helping the unfortunate, low-riders, sangria, Marlboros, fire, killing Aztlanti. Dislikes: heresy, blasphemy, apostasy, hangovers, Aztechnology, The Aztlanti, being ordered to spare the Aztlanti.

>"Barbie"/Lenore Lancester
Not a part of your crew, but a close associate. A total ditz when it comes to anything but fashion, smoothies, and calculating the thousands of variables needed to make the perfect sniper shot. Over 40 confirmed kills. Color-coordinates her duffel bags with her outfit. Suprisingly nice for a professional sniper. Does her work to help out her large family. Likes: fashion magazines, shopping, smoothies, small animals, her BFF Rhun, killing "bad guys", you. Dislikes: white after labor day, socks and sandals, unnecessary violence, reading. Your girlfriend.

>Lilith
Barbie's little sister. An apprentice in the Voudou tradition. This is her first Shadowrun.

Attributes:
>Body 3
>Strength 3
>Agility 3
>Reaction 3
>Logic 6
>Willpower 6
>Intuition 4
>Charisma 6

Skills:
>Magic 3
>Computer 7
>Academic Knowledge: History 7
>Academic Knowledge: England 1
>Artisan 1
>Leadership 2
>Interest Knowledge: Conspiracy Theories 2
>Language: English (native speaker)
>Language: Mandarin 2
>Language: Japanese 2
>Chemistry 4
>Etiquette 7
>Software 3
>Academic Knowledge: Magical Theory 6
>Academic Knowledge: Biology 5
>Language: Spanish 2
>Academic Knowledge: Ancient Languages 7
>Academic Knowledge: Philosophy 6
>Academic Knowledge: Religion 7
>Instruction 2
>Professional Knowledge: Wondertainment Industries 3
>Con 2
>Negotiation 3
>Professional Knowledge: Business Administration 6
>Enchanting Skill Group 1
>Arcana 2
>Assensing 2
>Blades 2
>First Aid 1
>Survival 1
>Professional Knowledge: Small-Group Tactics 3
>Street Knowledge: Magical Theory 3
>Academic Knowledge: Literature 3
>Alchemy 4
>Pistol 1
>Pilot: Ground Vehicle 2
>Sneaking 3
>German 2
>Russian 3
>Automatics 1
Modifiers:
>Scarred: -1 on non-Intimidation Charisma tests, +1 on Intimidation tests.
>Social Stress (Gangs, Personal Intimacy): -2 on all Charisma-based tests when dealing with gangers or in a situation that demands emotional honesty or vulnerability with someone close to you.

You walk with Rowan and Severus up to their seat, then leave them as you scan the Ravenclaw table. It’s better to not wait any longer to ask Pandora to the party, seeing how you’ll all be consumed in study soon. You quickly spot her dirty blonde hair at the end of the Ravenclaw table. You notice Rowan and Severus are at least having the decency to act like they aren't watching you. You make your way towards Pandora and suddenly a fear you’ve never felt before grips you. What if she says no? It’s too late, you’re almost to her. Your remaining steps turn into a death march. As you come up to her, your palms feel sweaty and your knees weak. But you steel yourself, calming yourself and taking the nervousness from your face. You go to tap Pandora on the shoulder when she suddenly turns around become you can. She gives you a smile, her grey eyes reminding you of the moon. “Yes, Cyril.” she says to, her smile widening. You find it hard to get words out, your nervousness bubbling up for a second. “I-I was wondering if you’d like to go to Slughorn’s party with me?” you say, your voice thankfully not breaking. There's a silence between you and bit of you dies. She laughs a little as she says, “I already said yes, Cyril.” She shakes her head at you as if you should know that. You can’t help but look a little bit confused. “U-uh okay, great. I guess I’ll talk to you later?” you say, not really knowing what else to say. “Of course!” she says cheerily. You awkwardly shuffle away as Pandora waves you goodbye. You walk back to Severus and Rowan. Taking the spot in the middle of them that they’ve left for you, you talk before they can say anything. “Don’t say anything or I’ll hex your ears off.” you say with your most serious voice. Severus just gives you a smirk, while Rowan makes kissing noises. You punch him in the arm and all he does is life. “I’m the youngest of 5 brothers. Gonna have to do better than that.” he taunts. You roll your eyes. The food arrives perfectly on time and you all become quite, mainly because you’re stuffing your face with food.

Once you’ve all had your fill, you leave for the common room. Severus and Rowan both leave to get ready for bed. You don't have any classes till your exam but studying as much as possible is probably a good idea. Though you do have the entire weekend to do so. You haven't explored the castle in while and you’ve yet to find one of the secret passages.

>A. Get ready for bed
>B. Study
>C. Explore the castle
>D. Other

>>1068818
>A. Get ready for bed

>>1068818
>C. Explore the castle
Let's have some fun, perhaps make friends and scheme some plots.

>>1068215
>What kind of help do you want from your players that you're too afraid to ask for?
Playing my fetishes even if they're not into them

>What sort of guilty pleasure would you like to play?
My fetishes

>>1068226
I hear that

>>1068215
>What sort of guilty pleasure would you like to play?
UNLEASH THE FLOOD

Legaia X Xenogears X Breath of Fire

Wild Arms X Atelier Iris

Megaman Legends X Hyper Light Drifter

Phantom Brave X Skies of Arcadia X Trails of Nayuta

Legend of Mana X Demon King Chronicle

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"Has anyone seen Kaito?"

Several heads pop up, and all of them indicate that they have not. Takeda, the one who asked the question, frowns as he lingers in the doorway to the rec room. Kung Jin sets aside a pool cue and says, "He could be in the gym. Training center. His room, maybe?"

Tundra looks up from the same pool table after making a shot. "I caught him the other day. He was looking kind of down."

"Yeah, I've noticed it too," Takeda replies, walking up to the table. "It's starting to affect morale."

Jin cocks a brow. "Who's?"

"Well, mine, for one. I don't wanna see our team captain down in the dumps."

Cassie, sitting on the couch with her back to them, turns around and hugs the back of the sofa as she speaks. "I think the general was going to have a meeting with him today."

"Do you know about what?"

She shrugs. "Probably the war in Outworld, since Cao is there too." Jacqui nods, corroborating the idea.

"I'm just worried about him," Takeda says as he walks over, his arms folded. "He's normally one of the brightest guys around; always the first one up, ready to tackle the day. Now every time I see him, he's got these bags under his eyes and he looks... I don't know, defeated."

"He has been looking rather down lately," Vapor nods. She looks over as Frost hands her a chilled drink.

"So what?" Frost shrugs. "He's an adult, he can handle things himself. We've all got up-days and down-days.”

“He’s been rather distant,” Tundra replies, shaking his head. “I don’t like it.”

Takeda’s brow furrows further. ‘Glad to know that it’s not just me that’s noticed,’ he thinks. ‘Kaito’s one of the people who helps hold us all together. If he’s going through something, we should all help him, or at least learn what he needs. If it’s space, it’s space, but maybe he needs help…’

>Go to the training center
>Go to Kaito’s room
>Go check the gym
>Go to the briefing room
>Other

>>1067808
>Go to Kaito’s room

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>>1067889

Takeda looks back to the door and decides that, as the barracks are closest, he'll try Kaito's room first. He walks over to the first floor and knocks on the door, but there is no response. He tries again, just to be sure, but there isn't anyone there.

He gives a small sigh and pushes on the door, finding it to be unlocked. Pausing for a moment, he lingers with one hand on the door, wondering if he should go inside or not.

'That would be an invasion of his privacy,' he says. 'Then again, he doesn't spend much time in here to begin with...'

>Go inside
>Leave
>Lock his door
>Just take a peek
>Other

>>1067611

Without much internal struggle, you slip over to the locker as quietly as possible, and flit inside- it’s at least sizeable enough to just barely close the door on yourself, and you find yourself pressed against a bunch of free standing books and a pistol. Fortunately, you can at least see outside through a single air slit.

A couple seconds later, you can hear the door opening, and you’re blinded for a brief moment as the guard comes in, immediately sighing as he looks at the man asleep. He quickly taps him on the shoulder, and the man stirs after some groaning. “W-whaaaat? What is it?”

“You fell asleep again, boss.” Sounds like this is common for him.

The man slowly, lethargically raises himself up. “Did I, now? Blast it. Too much paperwork. He shakes his head, trying to clear out the cobwebs. “Look, I’ll be there in a minute, just need to finish signing off on this shipping and receiving order. Big thing, it is. Some of these need to go to Jensen’s desk, too. I’ll pop by there, then I’m out. That fair?”

The guard nods, and heads out, and the man returns to writing, although he’s standing while he does it. A few minutes later, and he straightens up, putting a few of the papers in his desk, while holding on to some others as he quickly heads out.

You quickly exit and rifle through the desk- and quickly find the order mentioned. Figures Cains is the one he was sleeping on top of, but you at least have knowledge now of what to expect. Seems like it’s a freight transport full of...huh. It’s not metals, as you expected, but some kind of ‘repair glue and general craft materials.’ Wonder what that means? But, hopefully it wouldn’t be as difficult to haul off as you thought.

What’s more, you can see that indeed, there’s planned to be at least eight guard personnel onboard, all listed as ‘highly trained and armed’. You don’t know if they’ve been told anything or not- probably not considering it should be here in the morning, so you’ll have to play gentle with them.

Getting out proves to be a simple affair- really, this was an easy sneak in and out. But importantly, you needed to figure out a good way to get that transport. It’d be easy enough to get on the train, detatch the transport, but…how to move it? Well...the night is still young. It’s a bit last minute, but...

>Find some help; place like this is bound to have some folks looking for easy pay, right? (Will require a roll)
>You’ve got a new trick- you think. If you can apply the idea behind your Featherfoot to other things...Well, the question is how effective will it be. (will require a roll + mana expenditure).
>Just deal with it when you get there. If you can just split the transport from the train itself, you should be fine...right?
>Other

>>1067613
>You’ve got a new trick- you think. If you can apply the idea behind your Featherfoot to other things...Well, the question is how effective will it be. (will require a roll + mana expenditure).
As much as I hate spending more mana, it doesn't feel like a good idea to involve others or go completely planless, so I'd say go with this for now and then we can change plans later if a better one presents itself.

>>1067613
>>You’ve got a new trick- you think. If you can apply the idea behind your Featherfoot to other things...Well, the question is how effective will it be. (will require a roll + mana expenditure).

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Finally you came back home after a tough day! And what a tough day it was indeed! You learned how to control your new acquired Nature magic, then you used your new founded knowledge and imparted it to your students, and you singlehandedly defeated the Fist Magicians including their boss Reihan… In all honesty, OZ was there too but he didn’t do a thing.

As you open the door of your tree base thingy your other two students who didn’t partake in your fight jump in front of you! They seem incredibly worried!

“Wilge!” Both of them say at the same time.

“I-I mean… master!” UZ corrects herself.

“We were so worried about you!” Yoolie grabs your arm.

“Why?”

“It was only you against a whole army!” UZ exclaims.

“…I was with him.” OZ interrupts.

“You would have run if things went south.”

“I’m not a scumbag, UZ.” He pushes her forehead with one finger.

“Anyway, it was easy… too easy.”

“Give us the details while we dine, you two most be hungry” Yoolie grabs the stuff from OZ and puts them elsewhere.

You 4 ate a forgettable dinner together, you explain them how heroically dismantle Reihan’s evil schemes and traps to deliver the final stingy blow; also you explained what happened after.

“Bees? Why bees?” Yoolie doesn’t seem to understand the concept of “fun” in this situation.

“Those Ice magicians are no good.” UZ says.

“Of course they are not good; they look like an evil organization.” OZ says.

“Well, dinner is over! Time to go to sleep! Wake early, Sleep early! That’s what my parents say is good for the body.” Yoolie says while taking away everyone’s plates, obviously you guys already ate everything on them.

“I, for one, am tired.” OZ doesn’t want to waste any time.

“Wouldn’t it be better to check on these two’s wounds?” UZ asks.

“They are tough guys, they can take a punch or two.”

“Not according to what we heard, at least for this knucklehead.” She points to OZ.

“You’re the only knucklehead in here.” OZ yawns and goes directly to bed.

Without saying in the matter, you follow everyone to bed.

In your dream, you hear Phimi’s voice.

“Hey, hey, hey… We need to talk, it’s important! Mighty Important!”

…

What do you do?

>”What is it?”
>”Bother me in the morning, I’m tired.”
>”Goddess Phimi! What do you need from me?”
>Don’t answer.
>Write In.

>>1073599
>”Goddess Phimi! What do you need from me?”
Say this in the most irreverent and sarcastic way possible. then follow with.
>What do you want? I'm tired.

>>1073599
>”Goddess Phimi! What do you need from me?”
In a sarcastic tone.