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"...No matter what, Lawrence, I love you."

You keep your eyes off his patched up shoulder, looking down to the bed instead. It feels like you should be apologizing for getting him into this mess, but you doubt the right words could come so easily. Lawrence tries to lift up his right arm, wheezing as he flinches at the pain. Jumping up you're prepared to hold him still.

"Wait, if you need something let me go get it!" you say, reaching across to make sure his bandages are in place. That comes to a stop when his left hand comes up to hold yours, easily enveloping it. A lopsided smile scrunches up his tired face and without the energy to properly hold your hand he instead lets it rest against his chest. Beneath your palm you can feel the movement of his breathing, the grating and labored signs following with each motion.

"What's wrong?" you ask quieter now, trying not to startle him. All Lawrence does at first is shake his head, still resting his hand over yours. He still has a grin on his face, and you can't help it as you start jumping to conclusions. Your whole body tenses up, heartbeat painful in your ears as you wait to hear him speak. "What is it?" you whisper, trying to encourage him to say it without being too overbearing.

"Stay. Talk...to me." Lawrence's smile falters some as he catches his breath, "Till...sleep."

You hope he doesn't notice the quick flicker of disappointment that passes on your face, reaching out so you can hold his hand with both of yours.

"It won't keep you up?" you ask, trying not to let your voice waver too much. If anything, you should just be glad that you're not being pushed away. Lawrence shakes his head, still trying to smile as he lets you know that it's fine. You rest against the edge of the bed, keeping hold of Lawrence's hand as he closes his eyes.

"Alright, if I get too annoying just tell me. You really need to sleep," you warn, sighing quietly to yourself. Waiting for his nod, you bide time till you have to go for your 'check up'.

...

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"...and then her mom came home and found us with flour everywhere."


You couldn't think of much else to talk about, at least nothing that wouldn't make your stomach churn. Instead you went with telling Lawrence about some of the times with your friends back at school, pointless stories that he could drift in and out of. It would look like he fell asleep a long time ago, but it's far too quiet for that to happen. The corner of his lips turn up at your story, confirming even more that he's still listening- if barely. His breathing has slowed down though, and it shouldn't be long till his snores slip out.

Lawrence's hand still remains clasped between yours, and you sometimes run your fingers over the bumps and ridges of his knuckles. It really doesn't matter what you say right now, it's just filler to help him go to sleep. But the feeling of someone just listening to what you want to say is nice, even if it really doesn't mean anything in the end.


"I um, I really don't know if I want to go back to school though..." you say slowly. "It kind of scares me, to be honest. I don't know if I could do it, and then if its the school grandma was talking about then that means I'll have to stay at the school a lot. I can't do it, I can't-"

"Will...be." Lawrence breathes out the words, long pauses between them. You start to think he's fallen asleep in the middle of talking, but he squeezes your hand. "Be...fine."


You don't even get the chance to try and say anything else, his low snoring telling you that he's finally asleep. Hesitantly you slip your hands away, trying not to disturb him.

Camilla said you can just go see the doctor when you were done in here, but you really don't look forward to it. You could go check up on your grandmother or check out the rest of the house for a bit while you try to calm down. Or you can just go get and this over with, as dreadful as it might be.

>>1716797
Let's take a look around and gather our wits. See if this place is as empty as it first seemed.

>>1716403
>>I-is that an old man in that metal rubble? is he telling you to come?
"Hal Jordan, take m ring!"

>>1716411
no more players eh?
oh well...

>>1716403
>>1716411

You rub your eyes again, just to check if it is a mirage or not....and he is still there! An old man..no! a human!

You rush there, as quick as your shoes and legs could carry. You still felt the vertigo, making you run like a drunkard but you dont mind. You will be saved!

As you came closer, the details became much more clearer. Half of his body is stuck in a piles of metals with only his large,robotic...arm? and his bald face full of bushy grey beard....is that an eye-patch?

He look at you too...with a happy face and it slowly changed into one with curiosity..but he quickly shift it again to a happy face.

"Nj'ak. Tar cco'u lift ner?"

what? His accent is mixed of indian and brazilian...a strange combination but his skin is light tanned...

He still look at you with hopeful eyes.

"Y'alh!",he grin

>"what...errmm...could you repeat that?"
>try to lift the metal piles
>search for something
>Write in

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Human.

Supreme race.

>>1715760
Skaven.

City Ruins.

'When civilization falls, the rats won't.'

Gnome, sky islands.

>>1715770
I support humans.

>>1722308
>>Decline, wait for the saddle train in peace

>>1722308
>Decline, wait for the saddle train in peace

>>1722384
>>1722434

"I must decline," You say, quietly, almost lazily. "I am not a man for the intricacies of Three Cats. I could surely not compete with a player such as yourself,"
"Ahhh, Conde frontiersmen eh?" The Kadashi man says, grinning. "I recognize that accent. Proper men and women bringing their children east to start a new life, then boom! Condeleleeza Stretch eats them alive."
"I think me and my kin did just fine sir," You say say, taking another drink of your bottle. "Now I'm going to kindly ask you to keep moving, you're blocking my view of that window and I need to see when the saddle train rolls through."
"Oh you did just fine eh?" The man says. He looks to his two friends, who are also smiling. "What brings a proper Conde frontiersmen out to Junction," He says, eyeing you. "That ammo belt you wear looks standard issue, you serve?"
"Sir," You say, taking a long, greedy sip from the bottle. You set it on the table like a delicate vase. "You wouldn't be trying to antagonize me would you? Because jumping a man in a saloon in a frontiertown is awfully cliche,"
"Well you know what they say about cliches," the man says, his smile growing. "Like the one about the frontier women hanging themselves cause they couldn't cut it. What about your moma, she hang herself?"

>Jump this fucking sonuvbitch
>Stand, walk out of the saloon

>>1721629
aight so check it

nigga's walkin down the street wit his bitch
she a fine bitch, reel fine - u kno?

bitch be like "kiss me boi"
he want dat puss so fukin bad, he feel lik he fukin ICE COLD

she all in for the fukin but he suddenly realize dat its da aniversary of his nigga from south side gettin stabbed in the heart by sum fuccbois on east central

he whips out his piece (UNOWHATIMSAYIN????) cuz he freaked out
gun butts dat bitch
he realize he do it - sad as fuk

den he realize "aw shit dat bitch was frum east central"

he goes out wit his boyz to celebrate
dey get fuked up reel fukin gud hell yeh u kno wen u get fuked up lik u wanna cry cuz ur so fukin out of it holy shit dat shits CRAZY

so my boy finishes wit a bottle of hennsy
goes for one more beer

THEN

HE'S

1 0 0 %

F U K E D U P

wakes up cryin
bitch wit glasses
he in a bed

"yaw wat the fuk hapened my hed fukin hurts"

"Mr. Delong?"

"yaw dis bitch looks tight"

"Excuse me, Mr. Delong?"

"yo gurl u kno why they call me that?"

"Oh! You're lucid, excellent. We need to-"

"cuz erry gurl wants Delong dick unowatimsayin"

"Mr. Delong, this is a serious matter."

"yo wait am i bein fukin arrested"
"r u a fuckin cop cmon bitch y u gotta-"

"Mr. Delong, you were poisoned last night."

"hell yeh i was drinkin venom like a-"

"We believe you're being hunted down by a Russian terror group."

"yo whut"

"They've shown an unusual interest in you, and we've been watching. We thought you may have simply been a patsy of some type, but after you took out one of their top operatives we knew you were somehow connected to our organization."

"yo who"
"what the fuck"

"Natalia Agorovich?"

"yo wait you mean that bitch nat"
"yo i beat her wit my fuckin gat, she east central, fuk her"

"I think that poison was designed to disorient you... you're one of our operatives for sure."

"what the fuck bitch hell no"
"i was just drinkin"

"We'll have you back on your feet in no time."

"yo hol up-"

"I'm sorry for not recognizing you before, Mr. Delong. The reports had always classified you as white... but I assume that was just a clever ruse."

"yaw bitch shut the fuck u-"

"Welcome back, Mr. Delong."

he look around
aw fuk
dis aint no hospital

dis a fukin bunker

>>1721629
Is it loss?

>>1721629
The Fantastic Adventures of Mr. OP the Professional Faggot.

“Rokdamn, this is pretty good stuff!”

“What kind of meat is this?”

“The fat is actually the best part you guys…”

“No, you’re wrong.”

Conversation carries on at the long table in the chieftain’s hut, but most quiet down around the time he squats on the rock. The rock being his seat, of course. By his eyes most can tell he’s been thinking, but uh. You can’t be sure with this kind of dude, really. His face is covered in paint, like many in Threetans. The Tans are artists, and it shows. Looking around, he begins to speak.

“The way I look at this, there are two ways we can rescue my father, and start this war. Either we go ahead and organize some kind of group to hide and find him inside their camps, or we start forming up and get our men and weapons ready.

What say you all?”

A. Infiltration
B. Organization

>>1716620
A

>>1716620
>B

Good afternoon friends

So what do you think? regular hands can be more comfortable but aesthetics of a gauntlet are aesthetics

>>1716474
Well... its a strange gauntlet... meaning its magical. We dont know what the magic is. It might unlock new spells for him... but he could also get his hand back and WEAR it.

>>1716499
That sounds... Logical

>>1716414
>Eric
Why are you even doubting this? It's clear that the superior option is the Gaunt- stop hitting Hazel!! Okay, his regular hand.

>Stealth
Obviously a huge sumo and a living skeleton will manage this

“Okay, so...” Control Freak begins, his words near incomprehensible as he speaks through a mouth full of reheated pizza.
“Your suit is controlled by that belt buckle, but you probably already knew that from watching the show. The suit can be stored and transferred out of it through the switches on the top, but seeing how you walked in here naked I wouldn't do that... Heh.”
He punctuates his information with a loud belch, gaining a disgusted sigh from the impatient Tamaranian waiting by the door.
“Can we hurry this geek babble up? We got classes to take, Freak.” Blackfire nags, folding her arms in front of her ample chest.
“R-right... Listen, if you damage the suit, it'll repair itself if you store it for a few hours. Whatever you do, don't lose that belt!” Control Freak warns as he sinks back into his desk chair, the furniture straining under his bulbous form.
You thank him for the info, turning to leave with Blackfire as Control Freak suddenly lets out a surge of questions.
“S-So are you two dating now, or is this a platonic thing? Blackfire? Come on, I was just writing a Tamaranian poem to seranade you wi-”

His plea is cut short by the shutting of his door, prompting Blackfire to let out a sigh of relief.
“He needs to learn to shut up. I can't believe you actually indulged him in his nerd garbage. I didn't think you were the type, Battery...”
You can tell her words are more of a teasing nature than a berating one, but you're too preoccupied with something else on your mind.
You look through your visor at your hand, trying to process what you went through back there.
What exactly did you experience? How did you learn a fighting style like that? Did Control Freak's remote cause it? What else is hiding in you?
Your concentration is broken by a gentle hand on your shoulder, causing you to look at the somewhat concerned face of Blackfire.
“Hey, you okay? I can't really see your face, but you seem like something's bothering you.”

A: “I'm fine. Just thinking of what class I should take today.”

B: “I was thinking about what I went through back there. It was weird, and I'm worried about what else I'm hiding from myself.”

C: “It's nothing. You know, you shouldn't be so mean to Control Freak. He seems alright, just desperate.”

D: “I was thinking about how touchy-feely you got with me back there. I thought you didn't want to make things weird.”

E: [Write In]

>>1716080
>B: “I was thinking about what I went through back there. It was weird, and I'm worried about what else I'm hiding from myself.”

We are a walking mystery box of awesome

>>1716080
B: “I was thinking about what I went through back there. It was weird, and I'm worried about what else I'm hiding from myself.”

>>1754413
Buy a rope and neck yourself.

>>1754413
Don't take no for an answer, shes just testing you

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You have ventured to the realm of Aflor seeking the legendary wish granter. A magical entity which can grant 3 wishes to whoever finds it.
Your home nation has sent you to use the power of the wish granter to end a terrible drought (although you may have your own ideas of what to wish for.)

First choose your character's name

>Hicket
>Christof
>Perrot
>Bertram
>Danyell
>Robin

>>1720427
Parrot

>>1720427
Christof

>>1714043
Bargain for the information, try to strike a deal where he gets the info and he helps us with some tasks,

>>1714073
+1

>>1714043
Have Salila use Power Word Track to locate him while we delay with some negotiations- what's stopping him from just murdering us once he's got the info or what if he fails to kill to the Necromancer?

>>1713993
Thrane- Vampire lord
Stats-
>Strength lv5
>Speed lv5
>Skin lv5
>Skeleton lv5
>Claws lv4
>Senses lv1
>Fangs lv4
>Necromancy lv10
>Domination lv5
>Blood magic lv7

Spells-
>Thrall control lv10- control up to 120 minions without strain.
>Doomblast lv3-this concentrated blast of death energy can be released to destroy any living thing in your path
>Soul Reap lv3- The area of effect and threshold for success are increased. Few can resist the effects.
>Claw of the Devourer- your very fangs and claws will rip the souls from those you slay in combat. Passive upgrade.
>Corrupting touch lv5- raise minions with +5 upgrades at the cost of 5 souls each.
>Blood of my blood lv5- control up to 50 living minions with fanatical loyalty.
>Fleshcraft lv5. Maxed. Control hordes of fleshshaped monsters with no fear of disloyalty. No monster is too complex for you.
>Shapeshift lv7. Silver itself cannot make you abandon your guise. It will hurt.
>Blood Gods Embrace- replaces leech, consume the lifeforce of those nearby unless they have a tremendous will.
>Devourers gift- dominate a powerful mortal and have them willingly consume your blood after draining them to near death. Create your own dark child.
>Silver resistance lv2- not immunity but the hated metal can be held at bay for a time. Passive upgrade
>Holy Resistance lv1-The dark gods blessing will shield you from the vengeance of the holy ones.

Lieutenants-

>Risen- Death Knight/Batman
>Strength lv1
>Durability lv1
>Speed lv1
>Damage
>Intelligence lv3
>Pyromancy lv5
>Lightning lv5
>Demonology lv1

Ripper- Attack dog/Predator
>Strength lv1
>Durability lv1
>Speed lv1
>Intelligence
>Senses lv1
>Damage lv1
>Camouflage lv4

>Aberration- Flying plague shoggoth
>Speed lv4
>Damage lv1
>Strength
>Durability lv4
>Senses lv1
>Plague magic lv4

>Setgash- a walking army and giant Centaurpede
>Strength lv4
>Durability lv6
>Speed lv2
>Intelligence lv5
>Damage
>Necromancy lv4
>Plague magic lv4

>Urziel-Massive demon bear. Also on fire
>Strength lv1
>Durability
>Speed
>Intelligence
>Demonology lv4
>Damage

Sophie Ducarte- human necromancer.
>Necromancy lv3
>Alchemy skills lv4

Skerath- Double agent lightning mage.
>Lightning magic lv4
>Combat Magic lv2

AYOOOOOO

THERE IT IS.

>>1713997
Minions-
>26 Zombies- Tough, Durable Undead. Not the brightest or fastest.
>5 Flesh horrors. Vicious shock troopers that regenerate most damage.
>30 Skeleton Warriors- Setgash's troops. Formed from his own bones.
>Sophie's minions- 28 Thrall warriors. Especially durable, armored undead warriors with a weakness to fire.
>Zombie Fun Squad- 5 Durable, Smart Zombies. The Risens commandos.
>Abomination- a oddly cute, Psychic, sluglike undead that is in the middle of upgrading itself with brains.

Minion capacity
Undead-37/120
Fleshcrafted-5/50
Blooded-2/50

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>>1713808

Forgot to edit the story part from last time. Should be:

>Having sent out our revenant agents to gather intelligence, we now set our sights on the upcoming heist by a master thief. Having assimilated all the knowledge of her sister, we know intimate details of the heist and the thief herself, and plan to foil it in a way that most benefits us. But first, someone's been missing and it's been gnawing at you for a moment now...

As you sit upon your throne, reflecting on both your successes of late and how your plans regarding the upcoming heist are coming together, you narrow your eyes and say, "What do you mean, she isn't here?"

Your butler, Sheldrake, stands still as a statue as he explains, "She was last here little more than a day ago and has not returned since."

This news causes you to lean back in your dark throne and tap your fingers on the obsidian armrests. 'Where are you, Faye? Not on this plane, which means I cannot teleport back to you, and not on our prime plane either, because I already tried! Nobody has seen her and she hasn't left a note, much less a word with anyone as to her whereabouts.'

"Perhaps, your majesty, she is conducting some other business, elsewhere?" the pale man offers with a raised brow.

'Yes, but what?' You find yourself growing impatient. 'I remember well the time that Faye went off on her own and made a deal... But she's learnt her lesson, hasn't she? I should trust her.' Then, a knawing in the back of your brain: 'No! I can't trust her, she's me! What if she is enacting some scheme against me in retribution of my superior position as the prime twin?'

You shake your head and manage to calm down slightly. 'Now now, Sirena, you're being paranoid... But paranoia could keep one alive. Alive, yes, but without any trusted friends...' You purse your lips and quickly come to a decision.

>Trust Faye; she'll return on her own.
>Use divination to at least find out where she is, just in case.
>Find her location and send a spy she doesn't know about to report on her doings.
>Get in contact with Faye and tell her to return, right now.
>Other

>>1713816
>Use divination to at least find out where she is, just in case.

>>1713816
>>Use divination to at least find out where she is, just in case.

>>1715506

“Hey, Miho...” Ayane murmurs to you, taking your arm and leading you a few paces away from the others, “Doesn't this place look like that... thing we saw?”

“That mural beneath the Necropolis,” you reply with a nod, “Right, it's just like that. It's... look on the bright side, at least it's not-” Cutting yourself short here, before Zakuro's name reaches your lips, you just finish your sentence with a shrug. “Then we've got a bit of advance warning,” you tell her instead, “Keep an eye on the skies, we might be dealing with some kind of bird... thing.”

“Great,” she laughs, gesturing around at the expanse around you, “But where is the damn thing?”

-

With no immediate danger, the others have started to make their own preparations. Maika sets down her heavy bag, unzipping it and assembling the contents with cool efficiency. Soon, the drone – a familiar, enchanted with a portion of her own magic – is ready for use. Jun sits a few paces away, his eyes closed as though he was a monk practising his meditation. As you watch, he touches a hand to his temple and a soft glow blooms behind his eyelids.

“Shaw?” he murmurs to himself, “Yes, we're here. No sign of the target yet. Reduce the portal dilation to minimum safe levels, but keep the link open. I don't want us getting cut off.” Pausing a moment to listen to some silent reply, he nods slowly. “Thank you, that's excellent,” he adds, “We should be finished here soon enough. Have Crow stand by, just in case we need reinforcements.”

“You can stay in contact with the real world,” you remark as Jun opens his eyes, “That's... useful. Last time we faced a Tyrant, we had some issues with that.”

“Shaw isn't much of a fighter, but she's incredibly talented with regards to communication,” he replies, still sounding faintly distracted, “Additionally, our abilities are derived from the Intruders. That may explain why we have an easier time of it. Either way, I'll take every advantage we can get our hands on.” Rising to his feet, Jun brushes loose blades of grass off his clothes. “A strange place, this,” he murmurs to himself, “I'd almost call it pleasant, if not for the...”

“All the spooky crucifixes, yeah,” you agree, “They do kinda ruin things.”

“Miho, Jun, got some good news,” Ayane cuts in, her hunting hound padding alongside her as she approaches, “We're safe for now, no sign of any Intruders. If there was anything around here, Kohryu here would have sniffed it out.” She pats her dog, giving you both an optimistic smile. “Maybe it heard us coming and ran away,” she suggests, “But, uh, what now?”

Turning your eyes to the horizon, you see – out of the lifting mist – the eerily familiar silhouette of a bell tower.

[2/3]

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>>1715507

“Jun, we're going to check out that tower,” you tell the Sentinel, “You coming?”

“I think it's best that we stay together as much as possible,” Jun agrees, nodding, “While we can, at least. Things might get a little more hectic once the target reveals itself. Speaking of that, do you often have trouble finding them like this?”

“The other Tyrant we fought, it seemed content to hide in its lair until we went out and found it for ourselves,” you recall, glancing up at the empty, milk-coloured sky, “Although I'm not sure how that helps here...”

“Well, perhaps we'll find more answers in that tower. I'm sure where else we could look,” sighing slightly, Jun toys with the cuff of his shirt, “Shall we get a move on?”

Hesitating a moment, you glance around at the others. It comes as something of a surprise, but... they seem to be getting along fine. Emi and Karl are involved in a hushed, but civil, conversation, while Tanaka puts the moves on a rather unimpressed Kasumi. It might not be the picture of glowing friendship, but everyone seems willing to cooperate. When the situation demands it, you're glad to see that they can all put aside their differences and work together.

>Right, let's go
>You said something about reinforcements earlier. What kind of numbers are we talking about?
>Tanaka... I don't really know him at all. Is he reliable?
>I've never seen you fight, Jun. What can you do?
>Before we head off... (Write in)
>Other

>>1715511
>You said something about reinforcements earlier. What kind of numbers are we talking about?

The trip back to Titan’s Tower was pleasant, but that a nasty feeling remained at the back of your head. Like a bright sunny day, with a few black clouds in the sky. The flight was clear for the most part, but when the turbulence flung you around your seat, each beat came with that nasty feeling coming to the forefront for a brief few seconds. Brother Blood created you and he wants something from you. Brother Blood is a terrorist, what he wants can’t be remotely good. Brother Blood, after everything you’ve done, was happy to see you. But it rolled back, sunny deposition and happy memories beaming through sour clouds. You spent two amazing nights with Harley Quinn, even if they were a little rough for your preference, you saved M’ggan and had a chance to befriend her, and the entire team came together. Hell you even pushed Gar and Tara together. All and in all, you might have gotten some bad news, but you came out in top. Not bad at all.

M’gann stirs at the side of you, almost knocking over your pale white dixie cup on mineral water on your water. M’gann knew you the best out of the Titans even if she had a great difficultly in reading your mind. You couldn’t really be sure yet, but you had a feeling like Vic M’gann might end up being a great friend. You also had to hand to her for her disguise, just going from a red headed dark green skinned woman, to a red headed white girl that seemed more appropriate on an Irish butter box. You were supposed to fill her in on the whole Titan’s thing but she got tired half way here and started to doze off. You had an hour to burn before you go home.

>A.) Call Raven

>B.) Call Victor

>C.) Call Dick Grayson

>D.) Call Starfitre

>E.) Wake M’gann up.

>>1713521
>F.) Ghostbusters.

>>1713521
>>A.) Call Raven