Alone in equestria, #5 You lazy twats need to make a new thread

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>>29124858
>a new writefag making a excellent Stay/night themed story with a coco Saber
>coco Saber
Made me audibly chuckle, thanks OP

>>29125312
Your welcome, had to revise the op a bit to fit it. Actually thinking of taking off a few of the dead writefags on the list. Free up some space.

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Merry Christmas bump

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Continued from: http://pastebin.com/VDqqPVnA Remembered this time!

>Your eyes gravitate once more towards Anon and Twilight as Sunset explains the workings of the HMV or H something suit
>You haven’t been paying very much attention to her explanation truthfully
>”And that pretty much covers the basic operation of the HMS! Up next is which of the three of you will wear it.”
>They seem to be discussing something rather, intimately
>”Now, who wants to be the operator first off?”
>And while unbecoming of a proper lady such as yourself, you can’t help but be tinged by a bit of jealousy
>”Ah think ah’ll pass on it, ah still don’t quite get it completely.”
>Is Twilight setting her sights on Anon as well?
>”I’ll use it, who knows what awesome kind of moves I could pull off in this!”
>She’s not doing so well based on how she keeps looking away from Anon
>Not that you’re glad about that or anything
>”Rainbow are you sure, remember the HMS can go at a slight job at MOST.”
>You’re a good friend and refined lady
>”Oh yea, can’t have that; speed is my middle name!”
>But to say that Twilight is out of her league when compared to YOU isn’t boasting, it’s simply stating fact
>”Isn’t your middle na—“
>But if she wants to try, who are you to stop her?
>”HAHA wow, guess Rarity’s going to be wearing the HMS, right Rarity!?”
>You’re view of an increasingly worried looking Anon and Twilight is disrupted by Rainbow’s forced smile blocking your vision
>What does she want; you’re in the middle of something!
“Um, yes of course darling, now if you could just...”
>Move out of the way!
>Luckily she seems to have been satisfied with that answer as Rainbow turns around to Sunset and Applejack giving you your view of an angry Anon and sad Twilight
>Oh my, what’s going on now?

>>29126948
Merry Christmas YFN

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>>29126972
Thank you, merry Christmas to you too Anon!

>>29126948
>Twilight lets go of you after a small sigh
>Jeez these girls are REALLY touchy feely
>You hear a small sigh as she with a smile straightens her glasses once more
>”Well, I suppose that is all I needed to discuss with you Anon, unless you have anything you wish to ask?”
>Anything you want to ask?
>Well besides most of the, “hey how’d you even do X” questions that have piled up since visiting here…
“I do actually, you mind if Jordan spends the night here while we’re out?”
>She raises an eyebrow with a slight smirk before jabbing a thumb to the table
>Looking over to Jordan’s little blanket nest you can see that now Spike is sleeping next to the buggo
>”I had already anticipated this and informed Spike to look after Jordan.”
>Leave it to her to think ahead, you guess
>Though you do doubt the validity of a dog baby-sitter
“You sure that Spike can look after the little bug while we’re gone?”
>What if Chrissy comes to abduct Jordan?
>Wait, would that even be abduction?
>Since she’s its mother and all…
>Double wait, did YOU abduct Jordan?
>Your questioning of whether you’re a kidnapper is interrupted by Twilight
>”Spike is more than capable to look after Jordan I assure you, but in the off chance that something happens…”
>She directs your attention to the entrance of the basement
>A quick look doesn’t really reveal anything
“The threshold of the basement stairs?”
>She holds up her pointer finger in a matter-of-factly way
>”Specifically the camera located above it.”
>What?
>Gesturing for you to lean down a bit she then uses your hand to point a black sphere above the basement doorway
>Is that what you think it is?
>”Since Shiny is always worried about my mother, father, and I he had a few cameras installed throughout the house.”
>Shit, big brother literally is always watching

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>>29126982
>Twilight is holding Anon’s hand!?
>Though, she looks like she’s trying to point something out, but she doesn’t need to be so close to him!
>”Well as long as she’s fine with wearing it then I suppose it’s all good.”
>What are you saying?
>”Well ah guess that’s settled then!”
>You need to get a hold of yourself!
>”So Rarity will be sitting out in the parking lot of Fancy Pants and Co?”
>This is most unlike you
>”I guess so; are you ok with sitting in the bushes for so long Rarity?”
>They’re saying your name darling
>Oh my, you should’ve been listening!
>Better give a practiced wave off
>You pry your eyes away from Twilight and Anon for a moment to give Sunset a head nod with a smile
>A good non-committal answer
>“Well as long as you’re sure…”
>Splendid!
>Your eyes snap back to Anon with an incredulous look on his face
>“I wouldn’t worry Sunset, I’m sure that even Rarity can see that getting a little dirty isn’t anything compared to what we’re stopping!”
>Your mind begins to wander to what Anon and Twilight could possibly be discussing
>“Ah’m more surprised she can understand how ta work this thing!”
>They don’t seem to have any common interests in particular
>”Well, I'll admit it is a bit of a handful.”
>Not that it matters though
>After all, you’ll just need to turn on the charm only a sophisticated lady like yourself can supply
>”But Rarity are you sure you know how t—“
“Of course I do darling, I know this more than I know myself!”
>No one knows how to charm a boy quite like you do!
>”Oh uh I guess that’s, great then!”
>You could say that your skill is a bit of a, “rarity”
>You can’t help but smile as the others continue to talk while your attention is focused on Anon

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>>29127001
>What she just said brings up a good question
“Where are your mom and dad anyways, you sure they’re going to be fine housing Jordan for tonight?”
>Twilight gives you a little hand wave
>”I wouldn’t worry yourself about that Anon; my parents are currently on vacation touring Eastern Europe.”
>Oh of course
>Wait what?
“Your parents just up and left you to go on a Euro trip?”
>She gives a small chuckle accompanied by a smile
>”They do this sort of thing often; it’s hardly something to be worked up about.”
>Well at least she doesn’t seem bothered by it
>She rests an exo-suited hand on your arm
>”Trust me Anon-kun, my mother and father are very laissez faire type of parents.”
>You’re not so sure
>There’s hands off and then there’s “hey I know you turned into a she-demon after discovering magic is real but we had tickets to Germany for Oktoberfest so bye!”
“What do they do anyways?”
>She practically lights up with excitement
>”My mother is a moderately successful writer who’s been writing since she was in high-school!”
>A writer; that’s kinda cool
“And your dad?”
>She looks as if she’s about to burst out excitedly once more before deflating a bit
>”Honestly, I don’t know…”
>Her face scrunches up as she strokes her chin
>”It’s odd, but I’ve never actually gotten a straight answer from him whenever I’d ask.”
>What?
>Her face ceases its scrunching and reapplies a smile once more
>”While I don’t know exactly what it is father does; I do know that he has an abundance of free time.”
>Twilight gestures to some nicely carved wood ducks sitting on tiny shelves
>”He makes little wood-workings like those all the time.”
>Well that’s one way to spend a copious amount of free time
>Not that you’re one to talk since you usually just work out or play video games
>”You’ll have to meet mother and father sometime Anon, I’m sure they’d love to meet you.”
>While they certainly sound like, interesting people, you don’t think that’ll be high up on the list of things you want to do

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>>29127018
>She’s touching him again!
>”Well I guess that’s pretty much everything we need to go over then.”
>Twilight isn’t usually one for physically touching someone
>”Does anyone have any other questions about tonight?”
>Especially making it seem so natural with the flow of their conversation
>”Now ah wasn’t sure when we went over the security at Fancy Pants and Co after the team GUARDIAN explanation, but are there really gonna be so few guards stationed there?”
>She might actually be making subtle moves on him!
>”It’s on page 2 in the section titled “SECURITY” in the second handout.”
>How could she have learned how to do this?
>”Oh, due to an almost fully-automated system prevailin throughout the facility only one squad of guards are needed on site to monitor the situation...”
>She’s positively daft when it comes to social interaction!
>”I still don’t get why Anon didn’t have to take one of the second packets!”
>After all, she’s been cycling through things that are supposedly cool to bond with Anon
>”You saw the look on his face Rainbow, Anon had a thousand yard stare going on.”
>She must’ve developed feelings for him, but you were here first!
>”Ah’ll say, he looked like my great uncle Apple Strudel after he thinks about the Great War.”
>Wait, how does she learn how to do subtlety so quickly?
>”Wouldn’t be surprised if everything’s starting to get to him.”
>If there’s something about her that you know for sure, it’s that she can memorize a book faster than you can fix a sloppy make-up job
>”You might be right about that, let’s make sure tonight goes off without a hitch so we can all have a well-deserved rest!”

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>>29127032
>Wait what did Twilight just say?!
>”Yea, we’ll show them who’s boss of this town!”
>Did she just mention Anon meeting her MOTHER AND FATHER!?
>”Ah’m up fer showing them a thing or two!”
>She’s making her move FAST!
>”Just be careful, we don’t know exactly what we’re up against.”
>The amount of daring required to try and hook him like that so soon…
>”You’re worrying too much Sunset; we’ll be fine!”
>She’s earned a bit of respect from you
>”We’ll be more than alright, since we have a big strong…”
>Then again moving too quickly is an ametuer mistake often taken by over-eager girls
>”You ok there Aj?”
>Or perhaps she’s desperate
>”Yea, are you bueno Jaunita?”
>Or she actually couldn’t learn how to properly seduce a real man with just a book
>”A-ah’m fine!”
>Not that you couldn’t tell her that
>”Are you sure? You don’t look too hot to me; in fact you look like you’re day-dreaming about a certain someone…”
>It took years of observation and experience weaving yourself through the school’s social scene before you perfected your skill
>”Ah-ah uh, ain’t it about time to get Rarity all dolled up Sunset!?”
>And now she’s coming in to take him before you can
>”Well we don’t have much time to waste I guess, so we probably should get started.”
>You can’t let her set the pace!
>”Are you ready to get suited up Rarity?”
>You need to do something!
>Taking a deep breath quickly to compose yourself you make your way towards Anon and the competition
>”Rarity?”
>Then again, against you she can’t really be called competition
>”Hey, where are you going dude?”
>Time to show Twilight just how much of a "Rarity" a real lady is

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>>29127049
>”Well, we should probably start getting ready to move out now…”
>You’d be fine with doing so, but…
>You really only have one thing on your mind that won’t quit buzzing around your skull until you address it
>How on Earth did she make all this stuff?
>”But before we do, may I propos—“
>You raise your hand and stop her as you scratch your forehead
“Just a sec, I’ve got one more question.”
>Twilight raises a curious eyebrow as you stop her mid-sentence
>”By all means Anon-kun, douzo.”
>You might someday become numb to her weeb bleed through, but that day cannot come soon enough
>Now, how to word this
“Twilight, now I get that you’re pretty much a super genius.”
>She gets a huge dopey smile as she tries to wave your compliment off
>”Please Anon-bo you’re giving me far too much credit.”
>Too much credit?
>She literally made an exo-suit, no wait even better
>She made a device to detect and contain MAGIC that she didn’t even know for sure existed
>You can believe that she developed an exo-suit and furthered her research in magic detection
>HOWEVER, you can’t get past the ONE GLARING THING about all of this!
>Where in the HELL did she get the funding!?
>The exo-suits PLURAL, the city-wide scans, and even multiple pendants to EACH gun!
>You could understand if she got some money from Celestia and Luna to take some scans around the city, but you doubt that they could front the bill to supply her enough resources to make them across the entire city
>Not to mention the cost of components for the exo-suits
>You don’t know the price tag all that would rack up, but you assume it’s more than two principles can afford
>Right?
“It’s bothering me far more than it should, but where did you get the money to even make all this stuff?”

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>>29127058
>Twilight’s dopey smile shifts into her more “I’m about to teach you stuff” smile
>”Rather easily actually; I receive several stipends fro—“
>Her voice is drowned out by a sudden shout
>”Ohhh Anon, darrllinnngg!”
>Oh shit what?
>Turning to the voice greets your vision with a bouncy Rarity
>Like she’s actually bouncing towards you
>Not a Pinkie sorta bounce, but you can’t help feel that you’ve seen this kind of bounce before
>You also can’t help notice that she’s intently locking eyes with you
>She stops just short of smacking straight into you
>”Annoooonnn, I have just a quick little question for you…”
>Uh, kinda in the middle of something?
>Twilight adds from behind you
>”I was talking still…”
>Before you can tell Rarity so she leans up close to your ear
>”It’s the question I wanted to ask you earlier; do you mind if I steal you for just, a, moment…”
>She’s leaning on you
>SHE’S LEANING ON YOU!
>Her breath is tickling your ear, and it smells really, good…
>Don’t think about that now!
>You need to sate your curiosity about Twilight’s mysterious stipends
“I was kinda still talking to Twilight here and all…”
>She leans back to the balls of her feet with puffed out cheeks
>”Please Anon, I promise that you’ll love i—“
>Before she can finish she’s interrupted by Sunset and Applejack grabbing her from behind
>”Rarity we don’t have time to waste.”
>”Ah’ll say, YOU need to get yer stuff on.”
>Rarity’s face scrunches up in confusion
>”Um, what are you two talking about exactly?”
>Applejack has a rather smug looking smirk on her face
>”Come on Rares, we’ve got to get you ready to get down and dirty.”
>The confusion morphs to apprehension at the mention of down and dirty
>”I’m sorry, could you repeat that for me?”
>Applejack starts to drag Rarity off by her arm
>”You know what ah’m talkin about missy; it’s time to get dressed.”

God damn it Axii, you better not bitch out and not kill the other witchers. I'm honestly more invested in your fanfic than the actual show at this point.

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>>29127079
>Rarity lets loose a series of questions about what Applejack is talking about as they head out of the kitchen
>Sunset stops next to you and Twilight
>”Could you give us a hand Twilight? I want to be sure I properly attach the separate components.”
>Twilight gives her a smile and a nod as Sunset turns back towards the now struggling Rarity
>”Do you mind if I answer your question in further detail and any others you have after tonight?”
>Well it’s not like she couldn’t just give you the short version like right no—
>”Perhaps over lunch later this week?”
>Oh, well it’s not like you really have any plans…
>But isn’t it bad luck or something to plan that you’re going to succeed tonight?
>Oh what the hell?
“Sure I guess, wanna do like Wednesday?”
>Twilight’s smile grows in such intensity you can’t help but smile a bit yourself
>”That works completely for me! I’ll text you about the details later Anon-bo.”
>God you really hope there isn’t a weeb-tier restaurant around here
>You give her a thumbs up with as much enthusiasm as you can
“Looking forward to it.”
>She gives you one more nod before walking towards the other girls who’re all migrating somewhere else with jumpsuits in tow
>You’re soon left alone with only the sleeping buggo and spike who’s also sleeping in a coil in the corner
>What do you do while they all get dressed?
>Your eyes catch the riot gear on the table
>Oh, maybe you should get changed too
>You head over and snatch up all your gear before stopping next to the tasers
>They each come with a little holder you can attach to a belt
>Looking at the tactical belt you see room for more than one taser by far
>Might as well take two
>Who knows, you could be a cool guy and dual wield them like that one guard in that one Resident Evil movie
>You plop two of them on your riot gear pile before going to grab the shield before a thought occurs to you
>Didn’t that guard get his shit kicked in right away?

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>>29127088
>tfw when

>>29127105
Anyways that's it for today's update, onward towards progression!
Hope you liked it, and since I only said it to one specific Anon
I wish you all a very merry Christmas!
I also regrettably can't finish the special one off thing I was going to post for today so it will be retooled and refined for New Years
Until next time friends, THIS TIME IN TWO DAYS FOR SURE!

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>>29127136
Welcome back to the groove YFN

>>29127670

>>29128944

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>Your phone rings as you enter the dark decrepit cellar.
>Your eyes shift slightly to acclimate to the low levels of light.
>Checking who it is, you sigh and answer the call.
"Hello?"
>"Anon? Are you there?"
"Yes Rarity I am. What is it?" you ask, moving a box from your path.
>"I hope you remembered to get Applejack a gift."
>Brushing away a large cobweb, you maneuver under a low hanging metal pipe.
>"Gift?"
>You can hear Rarity sigh on the other end of the line.
>"You know, her Christmas present."
>Oh...
>Right.
>That's a thing. You're familiar with the tradition, but never either never had the time or anybody to spend the holiday with.
>But things are different now compared to then.
"No?"
>"Dear, you better get a move on. Your deadline is a week away."
>Stopping in your tracks, you see a pair of eyes in the darkness ahead of you.
>There you are.
>"Are you still there Anon?"
"Yeah. Look, thanks for reminding me, I'll see you and the others later."
>"Ano- *Click*"
>Putting your phone away, you creep closer to the pair of eyes.
>Gotta be extremely careful...
>The creature sees you and tries to run.
>Not so fast!
>Diving, you catch the beast by the tail.
>It screams and tries to scratch you but you make sure to grab the creature by the neck to prevent it from doing that.
>Carefully carrying your quarry out with you, you exit the cellar and into the cold snowing open.
"Here's your culprit." you say presenting the Raccoon. "Get something to fill in the hold in the wall it made for its den and you should be good."
>The little bugger hisses at you.
"You're lucky it's the holiday."
>"Thank you Anon." Luna says. "You have no idea how much its little feet moving in the walls was driving me mad."

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>>29130519
>Putting the rodent in the small cage you brought, you set the cage aside as Luna shivers in her purple winter puff jacket.
>You have to admit, despite her somewhat stern demeanor, when Luna's not on the job she's actually very personable.
>She pulls the matching Santa hat further down her head and pulls up her thick scarf.
"Cold?"
>"Very..." she answers.
>Suddenly the front door of her home opens.
>"Lulu, did Anon get rid of the raccoon?" Celestia asks.
>"He did Tia!" Luna answers back.
>"Well come inside, I made some hot cocoa."
>"Would you care to join us?"
>You brush your hands off and lift the cage up.
"Sure, why not I could use a drink. Just let me put this guy in the truck first."
>Staring at the little critter in the cage, he snarls.
>Yeah, you'll hand this one off to Fluttershy maybe. She has a thing for animals.

>Stepping inside the house, you remove your jacket and set it on a nearby coat rack.
>Luna almost immediately heads straight for the fireplace and wraps herself into a dozen blankets.
>"Oh Anon, could you give me a hand?" Celestia asks from where you assume her kitchen is.
>You follow her voice only to be stopped by the woman wearing a very tight looking white sweater.
>She gives you a very seductive smirk and looks up with her eyes.
>You follow her gaze and look at a small plant with a few red berries taped to the archway.
>"Mistletoe." she says closing her eyes, pursing her lips and leaning in towards you.
>Luna turns her head and rolls her eyes.

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>>29130522
"..."
>Shaking your head, you keep the woman away.
>"A-Anon... but... but why?" Celestia asks with a look of genuine heartbreak in her eyes.
"That's not mistletoe. That's holly." you point out.
>"I *told* you sister." Luna says. "White mistletoe, you're good to go. But if berries are red, you'll get sued for sexual harassment instead."
>Celestia pouts, her face extremely flushed with embarrassment.
"Maybe next time." you say grabbing one of the mugs filled with steaming cocoa from her.
>Huffing, her disappointment shifts into a defeated smile. "Can't blame me for trying."
>"Yes we can." Luna retorts from her fort of blankets.

>"Well thank you for the drink, but I better get going. I have some... shopping to do."
>"We appreciate helping us out Anonymous." Luna says shaking your hand. "Thank you."
>"Oh before you go..."
>Celestia runs deeper into the house much to your's and Luna's confusion.
>She comes back with a small red box and hands it to you.
>"Promise to open this only when you're with Applejack." she asks.
"Sure. Thanks."
>"Merry Christmas Anon." they both say.
"Merry... Christmas."
>Waving goodbye, you head towards the truck and get into the driver's seat.
>You stare at the box.
>Giving it a little rattle, you hear something inside shake.
>Wonder what it could be?
>You could just open it now.
>Though it could be important for you and AJ to see together.
>...
>Well, you'll ponder that later. Right now you need to get a gift for her.
>But what to get?
>Putting the box into your jacket pocket, you pull away from the curb and go down the street.
>...
>Actually, you have an idea.
>You pull up your call log and redial the first number there.

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>>29130528
>"PRESENTS!" Apple Bloom shouts loud enough for the entire house to hear.
>You let out a yawn as AJ drags you down the stairs towards the decorated fir tree.
>"C'mon sleepy head, I know you had a rough night but that ain't an excuse to miss opening our gifts."
>All you can do is return a grunt as you wipe the sleep from your eyes.
>Granny Smith just sits in her rocking chair knitting a sweater while Big Mac sips a mug of coffee.
>Torn wrapping paper lays strewn about on the floor.
>Various toys for Apple Bloom, Big Macintosh receives a new ratchet set and a belt buckle, Granny a new set of stainless steel pots and pans, and AJ a new lasso and along with a few new shirts.
>You get a few items as well from the others in the Apple family.
>Big Mac gives you your own matching cowboy hat and a green and red christmas sweater from Granny.
>Apple Bloom's gift is a bit...
>Oh wait, it's from the rest of the family.
>40 percent off new soundproofin- oh.
>You awkwardly look away and Applejack blushes, much to everyone else's amusement.
>Soon all the gifts are gone, except one box sitting under the tree.
>"Here ya go 'Non." she says handing you a gift wrapped box. "Looks like this one is from AJ."
"Really?"
>You take the box in your hands and AJ bashfully looks away.
>Opening the lid, you find three sets of socks, three thick and three thin.
>Apple Bloom's face scrunches up, "Socks? Ya gave Anon socks fer Christmas?"
>"Well ah- ah didn't know what to ge-"
"AJ its exactly what I needed." you say.
>"W-what?"
"A good pair of socks are a luxury when you spend a lot of time in the wilderness. I don't often get the chance to buy new ones."
>You rip open one of the packages and slip on the thinner set before putting on the wool set.
>Comfortable and not too tight.
>The warmth you feel around your feet already gives you a sense of satisfaction. These will definitely do.

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>>29130552
>"Well, ah had an inkling that may have been the case with the way yer old pairs were all ripped..."
"Thanks AJ."
>She nods her head, "Yer welcome hun."
"I got you something as well."
>Heading to the closet, you grab a fist sized velvet box and hand it to her.
"Sorry, I wasn't entirely sure how to wrap it."
>"That's fine sugarcube." she says with a smile.
>Opening the box, she pulls out a small silver necklace in the shape of an Apple.
>The metal shines in the light as the little ruby and emerald refracts it.
>Applejack's eyes sparkle at the sight of the jewelry.
>"Where did you get this?"
"Rarity said you can’t go wrong with jewelry. So I called in a last minute favor from Mjolna. Luckily she and her secretary were happy to do it."
>The two crates of brandy you bought them helped too.
>Lucky that Raven is a certified jeweler.
>"This must have cost a lot."
"You don't have to worry about it. It was worth it."
>"Anon, it's wonderful."
"Glad you like it. Been a hell of year huh?"
>"Sure has." she replies holding you close.
>"Wow sis, it's so pretty." the youngest Apple says looking over the necklace in awe.
>Applejack puts the thin chain around her neck and gives you a quick peck on the cheek.
>"Um Anon?"
"Yes Apple Bloom?"
>"Y'all didn't happen to get me something too right?"
>You chuckle.
"Of course, for you, Granny and Big Mac."
>Just then you remember Celestia's box.
"Just a second, Principal Celestia gave us something AJ."
>"Really now?"
>You run upstairs and grab the box before presenting it to her.
>Applejack lifts the lid and inside is a plant with white berries.
>On top is a tiny note: "Merry Christmas from Celestia. P.S. Be smart and be safe. ;)"
>"What is it?" Applejack asks.
"Its mistletoe."
>"Well ain't that something. Ya do know what that means; ain't right to break tradition."
"Would be a shame." you say looking into her eyes.
>"Merry Christmas Anon." AJ says, leaning towards you.
"Merry Christmas Applejack."

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>>29130573
>Across town.
>"Hey Aria, someone left all these presents at our door."
>The blue girl sets the three gift wrapped boxes onto the coffee table.
>"Who the hell would do that?"
>Sonata shrugs, "I dunno, but they're all for us. I think its a Hearth's Warming Eve thing."
>Picking up the card attached to the bow her eyes light up, "Wow, its from Anon."
>"Anon? Seriously?"
>"Yup yup."
>Tilting her head, Aria picks up the purple gift with her name and opens the top.
>She pulls out an expensive looking jacket and matching cap.
>"Whoa..."
>"Oh wow, look at all these board games! And one of those electronic ones!" Sonata says excitedly. "And a cute little poof ball hat!"
>"What the hell are you two blabbering on about?" an irritable Adagio asks from the hall.
>"Anon got us presents!"
>Adagio's attitude quickly makes a one-eighty.
>"Presents? Really now?"
>Sonata hands the oldest siren her gift.
>"Maybe the witcher isn't so ba-"
>Adagio stops mid-sentence with an eye-twitch.
>"What was it?" Sonata asks.
>Aria and Sonata peek over Adagio's shoulder and suddenly start snickering.
>The interior of the box is filled with cheap plastic combs.
>"That bastard thinks he's sooooo funny." the eldest siren growls, crushing the corners of the container.

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>>29130604
>"Hey there's something underneath."
>Digging through the multi-color hair tools, Sonata takes a smaller box containing a hair care kit.
>Attached to it is a note: "Even you deserve something nice."
>Adagio looks between the kit and the note.
>"..."
>"I think she likes it Aria."
>"Shut up Sonata. I'm going to go watch TV."
>Adagio gets up and walks away, but not without an amused sigh as she does so.
>Sonata Dusk covers her mouth with a giggle before noticing Aria modeling her new jacket in front of a mirror.
>"Oh that looks so good on you."
>"Yeah guess that loser isn't so bad after all."
>"You like him don't you?"
>Aria freezes.
>"W-what? No-no I don't!" she angrily shoots back.
>"Look you're blushing! You totally do like him!"
>"No! His gift is just nice that's all!"
>The middle siren growls and lunges at a laughing Sonata.
>"SHUT UP! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"
>"Gotta catch me first!"

>"Rarity, you got a gift from someone!"
"Really? From who?"
>"It's from Annoooonn." Sweetie Belle says in a teasing voice.
"It must be for that favor I did for him recently." you say.
>Considering all the work you put in for the last few days, you're still surprised he gave you a gift after paying you for your time.
>"Who's this Anon fella?" your mother asks.
>"Oh he's that boy that our daughter brought over a couple months ago dear."father answers. "He still dating that cowgirl friend of your's sweetie?"
"Yes father..." you reply almost deadpan. "Thank you for reminding me..."
>"Shame, he still hasn't taken me up on that barbeque offer..."
>"Well? Open it!" Sweetie impatiently demands.
>Rolling your eyes, you open the package and gasp.

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>>29130617
"Oh my goodness..."
>Mother and father jaws both drop as you show them five violet thumbnail sized gems in a red velvet case.
>Along with it is a note: [Thanks for the help Rarity.]
>"Dear are those real amethysts?"
"I believe so mother."
>"Aw no fair. How come you get such cool stuff."
>Father scratches his head, "Are you sure you're not dating this boy?!"
>Out of his vision, you see mom look between your gift and her own "#1 Wife" coffee mug from father and huff.
>Looking down at the five beautiful gemstones, you hug the case close.
>You'll have to thank Anon next time you see him.

>You zip up your winter coat, and head out the door.
>Checking your phone, you're running a bit late to the holiday party Pinkie is hosting with all your friends.
>As you turn to lock your apartment up, you almost trip on a small package left on the front door addressed "To: Sunset Shimmer".
"What's this?"
>Tearing the wrapping paper you look inside and see a card.
>[Merry Christmas Sunset. For when you need it. From Anon]
>Heading back inside, you set the box down and dig through the packing peanuts.
>Inside you see a brand new black leather jacket, almost identical to the one you usually wear now, orange chevrons and all.
>But... something's definitely different.
>Besides being slightly longer around the waist, heavier, and having a higher collar, the shoulders and elbow joints are firm with a hard liner inside, and you can hear the sound of metal clinking in between the fabric.
>In addition the accents and studs are silver, similar to ones on his jacket.
>He got you an armored jacket.
>Not only that, but matching fingerless gloves with silver knuckles.
>You smile.
"Thanks Anon."

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Happy Holidays everyone.

>>29130624
Happy holidays Igni.

>>29127018
Jimmy Neutron...my attention is kept.

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>>29124858
Continuing from http://pastebin.com/L7sgqV8k

“Anonymous? What’s wrong?”
>The two of you had just arrived back at Anonymous’ home.
>Or rather, the street outside of it.
>Before pulling in, Anonymous made a grim expression and stopped the car.
>”Shit. I was worried this would happen.”
>Anon raises a hand to his face and sighs before continuing down the road.
>”Someone tampered with the wards around the house. Whoever it was followed us long enough last night to figure out where I live.”
>So Anon’s home was compromised.
>Not an ideal situation to be certain.
“From this point, either we continue to evade as best we can or we find favorable terrain to engage the enemy in.”
>You reaffirm your two best options
>Anon nods his head in agreement but goes silent, weighing the options.
>From his troubled expression, you knew a lot more besides the current problem was eating at him.
>”We still don’t know how many masters might have followed us, are STILL following us. Good terrain won’t save us from multiple servants.”
>As much as you wished to argue against him, you couldn’t.
>Your effectiveness as a servant only truly shined in one on one fights.
>However, even if all the servants possibly hounding you fought one at a time...
>You doubted you could take on more than two in a single night.
>...Okay, maybe three. Depending on the classes.
“So we evade. Do you have any other locations we can retreat to?”
>Anon shakes his head.
>”I didn’t have the funds to make any secure secondary locations. Going into public areas MIGHT save us...”
“Or we could endanger the lives of innocents, depending on the mage hunting us.”
>”Exactly.”
>A thought struck you, one that you were hesitant to give form in words.
“Master...If they followed us long enough in order to find our home-”
>”They might have followed us when we went with Sunset. Yeah, I know.”
>Anonymous spoke through gritted teeth.

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>>29131390
>”Hopefully, they didn’t follow us and simply took the time to investigate the house. However...”
“Even then, they would still know of Sunset.”
>The car went silent again as Anonymous drove.
>”I’m sorry, Saber.”
>You raised an eyebrow as you turned to face him.
>He allowed his eyes to meet your for a fleeting second before turning them back to the road.
“For what exactly, Master?”
>”This is whole situation is my fault. Just...maybe if I had said no to Trixie, we might have caught them in the act...”
>You frowned.
“Master, it is nothing to concern yourself with for the moment.”
>He was about to speak again, but you cut him off.
“Making it through the night in favorable conditions is where our focus should remain. We can reflect later.”
>”...Haha.”
>Anonymous gave you an uncomfortable laugh, but the beginnings of an honest smile was starting to form.
>”You’re right, of course. Should probably save the pity party for when our lives aren’t in active danger.”
>He was quiet once more, taking more time to think this time around.
>”Maybe the orchard? It should be deserted at this hour...Could help us hide and run.
“An orchard? It would leave us exposed come morning, a fight could carry on outside of the city.”
>”There’s a warehouse district on the south side of town, though it’s not very large...Last I checked they were all in use.”
>It went on like this for a while.
>Master would suggest a location to hide out, you’d find the faults.
>Too many possible bystanders.
>Too much exposed area.
>You were getting nowhere fast, sitting at the red light of an empty intersection.
>Anonymous had just suggested simply driving around the commercial district when a shiver coursed through your spine.
“ANONYMOUS, DOWN!”
>Instead of waiting for him, you reach over and pull him down as a deafening thunder pierces your hearing.

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>>29131408
>The Saber servant, in general, had excellent statistics all around.
>This was relevant to every statistic other than mana, including luck.
>Yourself, in particular, possessed a high rank of B+ in luck.
>Mostly due to your ability to find your stride no matter what life threw at you.
>That knight must have the luck of the devil himself, they would say.
>For servants, luck manifested a sort of sixth sense.
>A feeling of dread.
>In some cases, a brief vision of things to pass.
>Even before becoming a servant, you knew to trust your instincts and when you felt in danger.
>Judging from the now blown apart window, your instincts had served you well yet again.
>Anonymous, for his credit, swiftly returns to driving, running through the red light.
>His face tells a different picture, his visage gripped in horror.
>”Did someone just shoot at us?!”
“Well, I am fairly certain they were aiming at you, Master.”
>”Not really the time for jokes, Saber. But thank you for saving me.”
>As if you would let any harm come to him while you still stood.
>”Who was that? What sort of mage uses guns?!”
>This statement confused you.
“Why would they not? It is foolish to limit your arsenal. You said so yourself, I saved you.”
“Had that attack connected, would you not be dead?”
>”There’s...nothing wrong with it exactly, just unnatural. Most mages would rely on their magic, considering it a point of pride.”
>You were going considerably faster now, speeding through red lights as they came.
>”If that’s true, we might have a magus with no pride as a mage but experience with weapons. God, what a mess.”
>A new sensation drew your attention as you detected a large magical force closing in on you quickly.
“Master...”
>”Yeah, I feel it too. A Servant, fast one too. Looks like we stand and fight.”

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>>29131416
>He bit his lip in frustration before pitching a left in the direction away from the servant.
>”We have maybe a minute lead. We pick a location to fight and then separate.”
“Master?”
>”I’ll only hold you back. I’ll remain close, concealing my presence...But where to fight.”
“The rooftops will suffice, I would think. It would make spotting other servants easier.”
>”I’ll trust you, but speaking of other servants...”
>”If...If it comes down to it, I’ll use a command seal to get us to safety.”
>The dire thought washed over you.
>Command seals were powerful tools, and a master who aimed to win the war only really had two to work with.
>They were the manifestation of a servant’s obedience and the usage of one could let a servant do amazing things.
>Using one just to get out of a bad situation was a giant waste, but ultimately worth it if the alternative was death.
>You were going to do everything in your power to make sure it did not come to that.
“I understand.”
>”In the meantime...Aha! Perfect.”
>Anonymous slowed the car back to a much gentler pace before pulling into a nearby alleyway.
>”This’ll keep the car hidden, at least for the time.”
>He pulled the car next to a dumpster before quickly getting out, shaking out the remaining glass shards.
>You also got out of the car
>A flash of light absorbed you as you summoned your armor and sword in place of your clothing.
>”We should part here. I’ll be watching from afar. I expect a good showing, Saber.”
>Anon’s playfulness relaxed you slightly, an uncontrollable smile decorating your face.
“I aim to please, master. I shall return with the servant’s head.”
>With a single leap from the alley you land safely on the roof of the nearby building.
>You made no attempt to hide your energy, acting as a light that you could feel the enemy servant diving for.
>They seemed eager.
>That suited you just fine.

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>>29131429
>Seconds passed.
>You could feel the grip on your sword tighten as they approached.
>Whoever they were, they were fast.
>In the distance you could see a blur moving from building to building.
>Suddenly, in a single bound it brought itself to the opposite side of the roof you stood on.
>Before you stood a tall, lanky young man.
>His lithe body seemed at odds with the heavy armor of bronze he wore.
>A golden laurel framed his short blonde hair and decorated his angular face
>His eyes were centered squarely on you.
>His stare was disciplined, taking in your entire person and watching for openings.
>They lacked any trace of uncertainty.
>Even at the sight your blade he maintained his focus.
>Another shiver ran down your spine, though this was different from the one before.
>This was from excitement.
>The disappointment that was Archer was still fresh in your mind.
>The possible dangers of another servant were getting pushed farther and farther from your mind.
“I know not what customs you have from the land you hail from, but in my country it is customery to give one’s name before a duel.”
>The other servant did not speak, though his eyes met your own as you spoke.
“Given the circumstances, I would say an exchanging of classes would suffice. I am the Saber.”
>Your opponent lacked any noticeable weapons to identify his class.
>He paused before taking a step to the side, causing you to mirror his action.
>He smiled.
>”Is that so? Well, I would certainly hate to be rude. Saber, is it? I am Lancer.”
>The Lancer class, one of the three knights along with yourself.
>It was almost funny how you were being forced to eliminate your knightly brethren from the war.
>...Even if Archer was anything but knightly.
>”I must say, after your...performance against Archer and how you let him go...I was concerned.”

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>>29131437
>Your excitement began to sour as he reminded you of your past failures.
>A moment passed before his smile widened further.
>”But now I find myself pleasantly surprised. Your prose is truly the perfect mixture of manners and bloodlust.”
>That he could read your killing intent did not surprise you.
>Any warrior truly of note could easily read such from your body language.
>The same way you could tell by the way he spoke that he was well learned and used to speaking.
>He took his time between phrases, carefully considering his words.
>Observation was a key skill of any fighter.
“I’ll erase your concerns completely along with your life. Now, pull out your steel! I would have this be a fight worth remembering!”
>You dropped into a low fighting pose, awaiting his first move.
>”Draw my steel, eh? Unfortunately, I have no steel to draw...”
>He...shrugged his shoulders noncommittally before sharpening his gaze again.
>What was he doing?
>He reached his hand out in front of him, as if to take something...
>Suddenly, a flash of light came down from the sky and touched his palm.
>His hand cackled with electricity, causing you to take a step back.
>He merely laughed as he reached out his other hand to touch the lightning.
>The cackling energy calmed as his second hand touched it, though it still shot violently in small intervals.
>It’s form became more focused and stretched out as you realized what was happening before you.
>You watched in amazement as the lighting took the form of a long spear.
>Lancer quickly flipped the spear in his hands into a combat stance
>The lightning arced as he spun it, though it always seemed to stray from touching himself.
>Your mind began to race after watching Lancer turn the elements himself into his weapon?
>Would you blade even be able to meet his lance in combat?
>You were not given more time to think before Lancer spoke again.
>”I can, however, grant your second wish. Here I come, Servant of Anonymous!”

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>>29131459
Kind of a smaller update than usual, all good in the paste
Next time, the fight continues!

>>29131473
Based writefags, merry belated Christmas.

>>29130528
>"I *told* you sister." Luna says. "White mistletoe, you're good to go. But if berries are red, you'll get sued for sexual harassment instead."
kek

>>29130604
Awww...cute fish girls have a good Christmas.

>>29130624
Coolest gift ever.

>>29131459
Huh, neat entrance, cool weapon, acting like a badass...how fucked is he?

>>29132340

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>>29133785

Why the fuck are we on page 10 again?!

>>29134657
Christmas? Everyone is home, and shitposting.

Hope everyone had a good christmas, I have stuff to post but I want to finish this bit off, and edit. And I want to play rocket league for a bit. I'll post tomorrow at some point.

>>29134921
Sounds good guy, have fun shooting for the goal, or the ceiling, whichever comes first.

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>>29125318
Could make a memorial/graveyard pastebin for all the writefags that are kia/mia

>>29127884
Thanks Anon

If the drawfag from earlier is still around I'd like to request something
Right in the beginning of Digitalstan's story Anon holds Sunset at gunpoint
I'd love to see it from Sunset's view as Anon is basically fucked to hell
Thought it might be a cool scene to draw

>>29137199
The memorial idea is a good one.

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>>29131729
Well on one hand, he is pretty damn strong
On the other hand, he's lancer.
Then again, I'm biased towards lancers so who knows what's gonna happen?

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>>29139083

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>>29139083
your pic deserves a pic

>>29139608
You know what else is nice? WRITE THE FUCKING STORY FAPMAN!

>>29138144
What show/animu is your green based on?

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>>29127105
”Just, need, to, tighten, this, up!”
>You finally succeed at riveting the last bolt needed to keep the exo-suit in place
>You’re suddenly almost thrown off-balance when Pinkie jumps into view from out of nowehere
>”Wow Rara, I can’t believe you can stand in that position for soooo long!”
>You’ll admit that it’s a bit impressive
>You don’t know if it’s due to Twilight rushing the design or if the design didn’t take comfort into the equation, but getting the actual suit on is an ordeal in its own right
>For some reason the wearer needs to bend their arms and legs in certain positions to help slot the separate parts into their appropriate slots
>They end up looking like some sort of pose out of an abstract art piece
>”Yes well, when you grow up in a family of tailors you have to model clothing at once, can I stop now?”
>Oh, you forgot to tell her!
“Yes you’re fine now.”
>Rarity lets out a held breath as she relaxes
>”Even though I’m used to it however, I don’t particularly enjoy it.”
>You certainly aren’t looking forward to it
>”Is this supposed to feel so stiff darling?”
>Twilight taps her phone’s screen with one hand while crouching down and waving a small wand over some of the exo-suit’s joints
>”I’ll just need another moment to finalize the fittings, but once I do the HMS should adjust to your measurements.”
>Twilight stands up still focused on her screen for a moment before looking up
>”However while the HMS adjusts I do have something I wish to discuss with everyone.”
>Applejack walks forward while she zips up her jumpsuit
>”What’s eatin at ya Twi?”
>Twilight looks over everyone’s heads with uncertainty
>”It’s about what Celestia told us a few days ago…”
>Oh, it’s a serious conversation

>>29140210

>>29140462
Fate/Stay Night
I have an in progress mini guide for newcomers but it's not that great right now.
If you haven't seen it and are interested, I recommend watching the prequel series Fate/Zero first.

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>>29140462
It's the nasuverse specifically the Fate/Stay night or Fate/zero

>>29141250
>You bode your time casting your gaze skyward
>The stars twinkle and sparkle like a shining canvas of the cosmos
>It’s pretty relaxing
>You stretch out in the back of Applejack’s truck trying to get moderately comfortable
>Though it’s getting pretty boring quick
>Why do girls take so long to change?
>You thought that was just an exaggerated stereotype everyone spouted off about
>But here you are, twenty minutes later
>Your eyes drift down to your shield and armor
>At least you were able to get this stuff on nice and snug
>God forbid any of it didn’t fit
>Though maybe it’s one of those “one-size-fits-most” type of getups
>Maybe you should be thinking of more important things right now
>Like what’s taking them so long!?
>It’s just a couple jumpsu-oh wait
>Forgot about the whole having to fit someone in an exo-suit thing
>How does that just slip your mind?
>Actually it’s probably double bad too considering who’s wearing it
>You’re still surprised they got her to wear it
>She probably wants to know all the ins and outs of it or something so she can adjust it on the fly
>She seems pretty passionate about fashion
>Hell, in the few days she’s known you she’s already started making an outfit for you
>Which is actually making you a little excited
>Sure, everything leading up to making it was, awkward to say the least, but it’ll be something she made especially for you
>Been awhile since you got a gift from anyone
>Well, discounting the gifts Luna and Celestia
>Though you’ll admit that Luna’s last “gift” has probably affected your life more than any other you’ve gotten
>You’re really going to have to talk A LOT of things out with them tomorrow
>Hopefully they’re doing ok

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>>29141288
>Only the sound of your breathing can be heard echoing in the darkness
>You can’t tell if it’s sweat, blood, or a mixture of the two, but it’s dripping down your left arm
>Perhaps listening to Luna wouldn’t have been such a bad idea
>You hold up your right hand focusing your aura into a brilliant golden glow around it
>The bodies of several changelings lie around you
>Looks like you took out quite a few of them in that last ambush, but you know more lie in wait
>It may have been a while, but you still remember the basics about how to handle pack hunters
>And it may have to do with you reading their dossier a little while ago before giving it to Twilight…
>You really need to read up on the other things that could come next
>It’s always good to be prepared ahead of time
>At least that’s what he used to say…
>A sigh leaves your lips as you navigate the dark corridors
>Trying to get Anon out of his shell these past few months has reminded you about your old friend quite a bit
>Actually wearing your locket does as well
>You grasp your glowing memento with a bloodied hand
>Doing so fills you with a flood of warmth
>Alright, you need to get out of here and back to Lulu
>You weren’t on-guard when Sunset first came to town, you didn’t listen to your intuition before the Dazzlings walked into your office, and you didn’t interfere with the Friendship Games
>Now though…
>You slowly scan the hallway making sure no one is hiding further along
>If the changeling queen really pulls off what you think she’s prepping for, then you can’t sit idly by trusting in the next generation of CHS guardians
>Especially when it’s this big of a plan that concerns more than just CHS
>It could affect all of Canterlot, maybe even the world if no one can stop her
>But most important of all, it WILL affect Anon

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>>29141309
>You can’t let that happen
>You peer around a corner making sure the coast is clear before proceeding
>Everyone promised each other to look after anyone left behind in the event any of you, didn’t make it…
>So far, you’ve done a terrible job of that
>If what child protective services said is true
>You can still hardly believe it even after confirming it yourself
>God, just what happened to Jane?
>You knew that she had took his death hard, but she always seemed like a strong-willed woman
>You didn’t think she’d just keep spiraling down
>Even though you know it isn’t your fault, you can’t help feel guilty about what happened to Anon
>You thought that when she moved away the distance would help
>Instead that distance only made her worse
>You should’ve kept talking with her
>Maybe you could’ve helped her by being more supportive
>His life is your fault
>You were supposed to be the leader
>What kind of leader can’t even look after those she cares about?
>A jolt of pain surges through your leg causing you to wince and lean against the wall for support
>Of course all these thoughts rear their ugly head while you’re in a pinch
>Guess tangling with death really makes you think?
>You stay still for a moment to catch your breath and let the pain reside once more
>You should’ve paid more attention back there, maybe it’s been too long to go straight into 1 woman missions again
>But no time to think about that now, you have to get going!
>You continue to lean on the wall for support as you move forward
>You should be nearing the entrance soon if memory serves right
>Hopefully you can get a signal when you reach it

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>>29141341
>You pause as you come to a fork in the hallway
>It’s hard to tell which way leads where
>All these walls look the same!
>Alright, try to see any signs of difference between the two paths
>Taking a moment you scan over the two to reveal, that they’re exactly the same
>Honestly they probably aren’t, but you’re not doing so hot right now
>Taking a moment to get your head straight you tighten your makeshift tourniquet
>The sharp pain makes you wince as it radiates through your arm
>You’d love to be at home sipping wine right now
>Honestly just anywhere but this dank dungeon
>You shake your head as unnecessary thoughts start to clutter your mind
>Can’t stop right now, need to keep moving forward
>Deciding to keep leaning on the wall you go right down the fork
>It’s not long until you start to doubt if you took the right path
>However, your doubts are interrupted by the sounds of scurrying echoing all around you
>Did you walk into another ambush?
>You must be going the right way after all
>You cast a few weak bolts ahead of you to scout it out ultimately showing nothing
>Doing the same behind you though lights up several pairs of blue and red eyes
>Well, at least they aren’t coming from all around you this time
>You stand back on your own two feet as your hands begin to glow brightly illuminating the hallway
>The light flows throughout the room revealing many more changelings than the bolts did
>Looks like the remnants of that last pack found friends and caught up to you
>Fantastic
>For once, you regret not taking Lulu on her offers to go to the gym
>You heave a deep breath before clenching your fists once more
“Let’s get this over with, shall we?”

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>>29141357
>Your impromptu star-gazing session is cut off with the sound of the front door slamming open
>”Alright, let’s go out there and give them hell!”
>Rainbow dashes out wielding her taser like a sword
>”Are you sure about this darling?”
>Rarity follows Rainbow out while talking to Sunset
>”I think it’ll be fine.”
>Applejack pokes her stetson topped head out next
>”Ah guess it’s time to git goin then.”
>You vault over the side of the truck to meet up with the girls as the gather on the doorstep
>Sunset stands besides Twilight with her hands on her hips before addressing everyone
>”Alright, are there any more questions before we split up?”
>Not really, you’re ready to go
>Silence permeates around the group for a moment before Rainbow impatiently blurts out from your side
>”Nah, I’m good.”
>Followed by Rarity as she brushes her bangs out of her eyes as she steps next to you
>”I think I can manage from here.”
>Applejack adds with a smile placing a hand on Rarity’s shoulder
>”Alls good on the home-front.”
>Pinkie shakes her head furiously inducing a loud jingling noise next to Twilight while Fluttershy shakes hers silently next to Sunset
>Twilight pushes her glasses up with a nod
>”I guess that we’re good to go then.”
>You only notice it now, but you’re now standing divided between your two teams
>Feels like a moment you should say something cool or just wish them luck
>Shit you’re really not good at this
“Hey Sunset.”
>She gives you a raised eyebrow
>”Hey Anon.”
>Say something cool for before a mission!
“Vigilo Confido.”
>You immediately regret saying that, but at least it doesn’t seem like anyone knows how stupid you just were
>Everyone must think you said something coo and inspirationa—
>Your thoughts are interrupted by Twilight
>”Of course Commander.”
>Of course she’s the only one who knows
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Sorry for the shortness and how late in the day it’s posted stuff kept me busy, but IT’S ONLY BEEN TWO DAYS AW YEA!

>>29141366
Welcome back YFN. Good update mate.

>>29141341
I cant wait to find out about what happened to Anon, and his mom.

>>29141357
Why is the pic saying the image 404rd?
>>29141366
weeblight best light.

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Appreciation time for the writefags who kept this alive.

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>>29143332
Oh shit new drawing

>>29143332
Damn, do any of you guys have any previous art from Sci?

>>29143332
Damn...am sad now.

>>29143233
Would make little spoon out/10

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>>29143332
Very cool. Thanks Anon.

>>29141366
>a band of super powered teenage girls
still triggers me

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>>29147268
>That hoodie
Hhhhhnnggg my heart!

>>29147268
Hnnng I hate life.

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>>29148642
Oh god, I would never get tired of making her make that face. Every night.

>>29148649
I'll drink to that

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>>29148642
>>29148649
>>29149389

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bretty big update coming shortly.

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>>29131459
>In a single swift, blinding motion Lancer moved forward a thrust the tip of his spear at your chest.
>You took a step back to keep it’s edge from possibly connecting and gave a light slash to knock the spear off it’s path.
>Your sword connected against his spear as if it was solid as you directed it to your side.
>So you would be able to deflect his weapon
>Excellent, knowing this would allow you to be more aggres-
>A numbing sensation in your arms traveling through your body halted your train of thought.
>Your own blade was cackling lightly with lightning
>So blocking would come with a price
>You gritted your teeth as Lancer continued his series of jabs
>He was maintaining a safe distance from your blade to protect against any counterattack.
>You focused on evading attacks rather than parrying.
>With every parry you were forced to make, that familiar and painful stinging returned as small jolts coursed down your arms.
>Your opinion on his weapon as you fought had completely changed
>Before you had thought if you were able to deflect the spear, to interact with it you would have a certain victory.
>However, with how taxing every block would no doubt become you would have almost preferred being unable to defend.
>Lancer took two steps quickly forward, putting himself just on the edge of your striking distance.
>For a brief moment you think he’s made a mistake
>However, his determined and unwavering glare informed you otherwise.
>Sensing danger, you deftly jump backwards to the very edge of the roof.
>As Lancer jutted his spear, the tip of the spear expanded slightly before exploding in a burst of lighting.
>Small traces licked your armor
>You had just barely managed to avoid the full front on the blast.
>Now with a good deal of distance between the two of you, Lancer rested his spear behind his neck.
>His glare wavered as a playful grin began to grow.
>”Impressive, the way you dance with my lightning. The two of you are truly quite the pair.”

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>>29150786
>With his intentions set on talking instead of attacking, you could afford a moment to think.
>Lancer was obviously a very skilled spearman
>His spacing was perfect as he attempted to find a weakness in your defense.
>However, his style was straightforward.
>Disciplined.
>Predictable, hopefully.
>You had left small openings in your defense as a test, and he had exploited them all.
>If you wanted to start returning blows, you were going to have to gamble on his methodical approach.
>”However, I’m sure your arms must be feeling rather numb. It won’t be long now before you are unable to defend yourself.”
>You smirk.
>Lancer’s lightning hurt, but he was underestimating you.
>Given a few more moments of intense blocking and yes, your arms would go numb.
>However, as it stood it was a painful nuisance, nothing more.
“Do not concern yourself with me, Lancer. I would be far more worried for yourself.”
>He quirked an eyebrow at your sudden bravado, but before he could respond you continue.
“You see, I have measured you Lancer. And I have found you lacking.”
>You goaded him as his smile slowly dropped.
>This only fed your own shit eating grin.
“I had thought the other knight might provide a challenge...But honestly? I could defeat you with one hand behind my back.”
>Lancer was no longer amused, dropping his relaxed pose and resting his spear close to the ground.
>And now, for the finishing blow.
>You dropped one hand from your sword, resting it at the small of your back.
“In fact, I believe I shall do just that. A handicap should certainly keep things more interesting.”
>Lancer’s eye twitched as he leveled his spear at you without a word.
>Success.
>You had his pride right where you wanted it.
>Trampled under your boot.
>With a frustrated roar Lancer once again started his assault.
>Finding yourself at the edge of the building, you jumped to another roof before he could attack to return to even ground.

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>>29150795
>Lancer followed in hot pursuit, catching up to you in short fashion.
>This time, his attacks were much faster.
>In all honesty, between keeping an arm behind your back and dodging you were barely keeping up.
>That, however was all a part of the gamble.
>Even in his rage, his process was still there.
>He never overextended his reach, preferring to keep you at a distance.
>Which meant if he saw an opening, he would take it.
>An admirable approach when fighting with a team.
>In a duel, however, it could be his downfall.
>After you parry another attack and feel another jolt run up your arm, you knowingly leave an opening on your left side.
>To sell the act, you grimace in pain.
>If his victorious smile was any indication, he had completely fallen for it.
>If only he knew what you had intended for him.
>As Lancer dives for your opening to strike a decisive blow, a flash behind your back gives him pause.
>It was too late, however.
>You feel the familiar feeling of a steel hilt in your left hand as you summon your second sword.
>In one swift movement your thrusting sword knocks his lightning spear to the side.
>Leaving Lancer completely undefended.
>You waste no time, swinging your longsword for his center.
>Even as fast as he was, your sword still connects to his lower left side.
>As your sword meets his armor it cuts through effortlessly, sparks flying as steel meets bronze.
>You twist the blade as you feel it sink into the flesh, rending as Lancer finally manages to retreat.
>This time it’s his turn to jump to the edge to get a safe distance.
>He clutched his side, now dripping fiercely with blood.
>That was going to take a while to heal, even with magical assistance.
>Still, you smiled as you flipped the sword in your left hand.
>Keeping your second blade a secret had just bought you the advantage you needed to go on the offensive.

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>>29150809
>Lancer’s face ran a gambit of emotions as he recentered himself.
>Confusion, anguish, fury...
>He settled on returning to his even glare before speaking as you slowly approached him.
>”I suppose I fell right into your trap...I would have expected the Saber to be above foul play.”
>You scoffed.
“Foul play? Please. I did not poison my blade, though I could have. Your own recklessness earned you that wound.”
>His annoyed frown told you that you still had a good hold of his emotions.
>This was going to be easier than you thought.
>His weapon was a unique threat, but the man himself was, for lack of a better word, simple.
>In a duel, and in any combat to a certain extent, deception was what granted victory.
>Understanding your opponent’s emotional state granted a large advantage in predicting their actions.
>So long as you could keep Lancer’s emotions, you could keep him one step behind you the entire fight.
>And so far, he had been VERY easy to annoy.
>Surprisingly so.
>He struck a defensive stance as the distance between the two of you began to close.
>For now, you had him right where you wanted him,
>Injured, easy to read and easy to manipulate.
>However, it was not the time to get complacent.
>Your advantage meant nothing if you didn’t press it.
>And neither of you had revealed your Noble Phantasm yet.
>This fight was far from over
>But the time for talking was.
>You both understood this as you dashed forward and your blades met his lightning yet again.
-----
>Servant battles were truly something to behold.
>Saber and the other servant who you guessed was Lancer moved at times so quickly you had difficulty keeping track.
>On top of that, when they engaged in strikes with each other they were far too fast for you to comprehend.
>Still, even you could tell Saber currently held the advantage after that first heavy blow.

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>>29150812
>You had settled on a roof several buildings away, suppressing your magical aura as best you could.
>You lay prone to keep yourself out of sight as the servants traveled from rooftop to rooftop.
>As the battle raged on in the distance, another figure captured your attention.
>Someone else was currently standing on the rooftops.
>Specifically one a few buildings away.
>It was hard to make out their figure as they wore mostly black with a hoodie to cover their face.
>Were they an innocent bystander? Or a master?
>Either way, it was worth investigating.
>Saber was currently winning, but if a little effort on your part could make her fight easier you were more than willing.
>You watched as the figure watched the battle for a moment before turning to reenter the building behind them.
>That was your cue.
>You quickly made for the fire escape you had used to climb up to the roof and went back down.
>Once on ground level, you stuck to the alleyways as you ran to the building you had seen the figure enter.
>It looked like some sort of office complex.
>Could they have been a night guard?
>Regardless, even if they were innocent you still needed to find them.
>Any non-magus who bore witness to the going ons of the magical world were in danger.
>You wouldn’t take care of them yourself, but you could at least warn them.
>Your search for an entrance revealed several possibilities, including a door in the alley and the buildings several windows.
>A quick check to the door revealed, to your surprise, that it was unlocked.
>A night guard would have kept this locked.
>At the very least, that figure was most likely not meant to be here.
>Still concealing your presence, you turned the handle fully and entered the office building.

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>>29150830
>It was dark inside the building, but the moonlight filtering in from the windows gave you vision to work with.
>It outlined the rows of cubicles that the back entrance had led you to.
>While you were sure that it was a pleasant enough place during the day, at night it was fairly creepy.
>You quietly moved forward, sticking to the outside of the room as you sought out the figure.
>It would be difficult to find them in this light, to say the least.
>Maybe you should have grabbed your flashlight from your car?
>Focus on the task at hand, Anon.
>If that figure was Lancer’s master, how should you fight him?
>Well, first off of course you would need a barrier.
>Your barriers weren’t too shabby, more than enough to stop most bullets.
>After that, you could see if the magus was perhaps using guns as a crutch.
>It was unlikely, but not impossible for the Holy Grail to pick a weak magus.
>You continue to ponder your course of action for battle when a strand of light grabs your attention.
>Strangely, before your walkway in between the wall and a cubicle was a rather large spider web.
>Well, several spider webs to be more accurate.
>Had the moonlight not caught on the silver strands you would have just barreled through them.
>A shiver ran down your spine at the thought.
>You had always hated spiders.
>From a distance, fine.
>But the sensation of any bug crawling on your skin was a problem for you.
>You were about to carefully press through them but something about them felt...off.
>It was hard to put your finger on it, but it felt like it was out of place.
>In order to confirm your suspicion, you check the nearby cubicle for dust.
>You found some, but very little. This desk saw relative active use, if not cleaning.
>So why were there spider webs in a walkway if the place wasn’t abandoned?

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>>29150839
>You tried to sense anything magical from the webs but to no avail.
>Still, it would be better to exercise caution and just stay away from them.
>You turned to go back the way you came but...
>...There was webs further down that path as well.
>Your hair began to rise as the sense of imminent danger flooded your body.
>You had just come from that direction, you KNEW there wasn’t any webs back there.
>Quicker than you could react, you felt something wrap around your left arm.
>The spider web behind you had jumped forward, sticking to your arm and dragging you into the web.
>Fierce struggling was all that saved you from being completely trapped
>However the web was still trying it’s best to restrain you.
>As you felt your magical circuits come to life, a voice echoes through the building.
>”There’s no use resisting, love. Once you’ve found yourself in my web, not even your feeble magic can save you.”
>Her voice was as smooth as silk but also full of hubris.
>Your circuits flare, but as you begin to cast a spell a strange sensation comes over you.
>Your circuits were fully active
>But the amount of magic they were putting out was far less than you were used to.
>It felt like trying to throw a punch through water.
>The webs were restricting how much magical energy you could exert.
>In desperation you try to tear the webs, but in response they tighten and cut into the skin.
>It was obvious the way it had grabbed you, but these webs were far stronger than a normal web.
>”Still, if you feel like struggling I won’t stop you. I can always use a nice show before-”
>”Okay, that’s enough Assassin.”
>Your attempts to break free come to a halt.
>That voice.
>That regal, awful voice.
>”I can’t have you terrifying poor Anonymous to death before I get a turn with him.”
>You knew that voice.

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>>29150842
>”As you wish, my master. The little morsel won’t be going anywhere, I assure you.”
>There were footsteps before three figures entered your sight.
>The first to enter was unfamiliar, but her unearthly beauty immediately denoted her status as a servant.
>She wore a long, flowing black silk dress that completely covered her entire lower body.
>Her hair was the same silver of the webs that belonged to her, long enough to reach down her back.
>The second was the figure you saw on the roof.
>Now closer, you could better tell the feminine figure that the hoodie was hiding.
>You didn’t even have to look at her face to know who it was now.
“Chrysalis. You’re a master? I must say, I’m shocked. I didn’t figure you for the type.”
>An old “friend” from your tower days.
>One who loved making your life a living hell back then.
>She was the reason you had so much practice attempting to defend your mind.
>As you were once a young and impressionable first year, Chrysalis had taken great delight in pouring over all of your secrets.
>Thankfully, at the time your secrets were more of the embarrassing nature.
>By the time you reached the point of having actually important secrets you could keep her out
>Well, as long as you were conscious.
>She used to tease you readily with her unique ability to shapeshift, as well.
>However, her appearance as a master did surprise you.
>She had made it quite clear that she was looking to use magic to live a comfortable life.
>She had no desire to further the association, one of the few things you agreed on.
>”You know, I told her the same thing when she came to me to ask for my help.”
>The low, rough but playful voice of the third figure informed you.
>Your eyes widen, which draws a wicked smile from Chrysalis.

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>>29150846
>He stepped into view and your worst fears were confirmed.
>His clothes were far less conspicuous than Chrysalis’, a simple well tailored suit with a red tie.
>His messy, jet black hair had grown longer than you had last seen it, now wild locks reaching down to his shoulder.
>His expression was as playful as his voice sound.
>The look of a man greeting an old friend after a long time apart.
>However, the way his eyes bore into your own spoke volumes towards his true intentions.
>”Still, I guess it just goes to show. No matter how well you know a person, they can always surprise you.”
>He began to pace back in forth in front of you, his eyes never once leaving your own.
>”Like you! You gave an impressive show last night, worthy of a mage of your stature. But...”
>His pacing stop as he stood directly in front of you, just out of reach of your free right arm.
>”Still, with all that quick thinking for Blueblood you were so simple to track. To trap while you servant engages another.”
>His words meant little to you as the sheer shock from his presence wore off.
“S-Sombra? How...Why are you here?”
>”Why am I here? What a redundant question. The war, Anonymous!”
>You just stare at him, dumbfounded.
>The last time you had seen Sombra was the day you left the tower.
>He was pouring over tomes, knowledge that was supposed to be forbidden to him.
>You had tried to get him to come with you, to get him away from The Tower.
>He just snapped at you for interrupting his studies.
>A far cry from the young man you met a few years prior to then.
>Now, he stood before you, a more than willing adversary.
>One you were completely at the mercy to.
>You attempt to use a command seal, your inner thoughts crying out for Saber to come save you...
>However, in response the web tightens, now tearing into your skin.
>The new wounds began to bleed quickly
>It felt like these webs were made for bloodletting.

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>>29150849
>”Assassin, ease up on him. We don’t need him dying before Sombra’s done with him.”
>Chrysalis, noticing the bleeding through your shirt and scolded her servant, only to get a frown.
>”If only such a thing was possible. Your Anonymous makes his own bed in my web.”
>Chrysalis gave an exasperated sigh before looking back to you.
>”You hear that, Anon? Stop struggling or you’ll start bleeding like a pig.”
>You didn’t even risk nodding your head.
>You were already starting to feel woozy from blood loss.
>If you wanted ANY hope of getting out of this alive you needed to be conscious.
>Sombra shot a disdainful look to the two women accompanying him before returning his attention to you.
>”As I was saying, I thought it would be fairly obvious that I’m here for the grail. That amount of power is too much to pass up.”
>He shook his head, laughing.
>”And here I thought you knew me well, Anonymous.”
>Disgust began to fill up your heart at the sight of the only mage you used to respect.
“I knew the man that you were, Sombra. Not the man you are now.”
>”All the more pity. This Sombra is the one worth knowing. Not the weak and vacillating man he was.”
>You wanted to tell him just how wrong he was, but you knew it would fall on deaf ears.
>It always had.
>”Now, as much as I would love to catch up on the good old days...”
>Sombra lurched forward and grabbed your face, causing the webs to tear even more flesh.
>Excruciating pain almost caused you to miss his next words.
>”You and your servant are a threat.”
>He smiles.
>The very sight curls your blood.
>”And you already know how I deal with threats.”
>So.
>This is how you die, huh?
>Almost fitting, being killed by the symbol of everything you hated about The Mage Association.

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>>29150856
>You wait for Sombra’s next move with bated breath.
>What you had not expected was for him to reel back in pain.
>”AHH!”
>He screamed, letting go of your face to focus on the slender piece of wood jutting out of his arm.
>”Sombra, what-!?”
>A high pitched whistling sound met your ears as a streak of light flew past you.
>It cut webs as it passed before landing squarely in Chrysalis’ chest.
>”Master! Who dares?!”
>Assassin pushes both Sombra and Chrysalis behind her, materializing a dagger.
>Just in time as a volley of arrows shoots all around you, cutting you free from the web bleeding you dry.
>You fell to the ground, blinding pain irradiating all over your body as Assassin did her best to deflect the arrows.
>”...You? Why would you possibly want to help him?”
>You did not have to look up to know who had saved you.
>There was only one person who had that sort of skill with the bow.
>”Let’s just write it up as I owed him a favor and leave it at that, okay beautiful?”
>You couldn’t believe your luck.
>Your idiotic move to confront Blueblood had gotten you into this position.
>And now, your decision to let Archer go might be what gets you out of it.
>Archer looked down at you, concern clear on his face
>”You should still call Saber, kid. You’re in bad shape, and I’m about to have my hands full with this lot.”
>As much as you wished Archer could save you using a command seal, you know he was right.
>Your vision was starting to go dark as you extended your arm.
>Saber...Get me out of here...
>A burst of bright light surrounds you, leaving Saber in it’s wake.
>Her expression goes from determined to mortified at your condition.
>Still empowered by the command seal to retreat, she grabs onto you and light envelops you again.
>You feel your stomach lurch as the sensation of teleporting washes over you.
>The light leaves a stunned Sombra, Chrysalis and Assassin in it’s wake.
>Archer smiles.
>”So, who wants at me first?”

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>>29150865
And that's it for tonight!
Kind of wanted to write a bit more but my friends are bugging me to go drinking with them.
Next time, Saber frantically tries to save Anon's life!

>>29150876
Good update mang.

>>29150865
FUCK YEAH, GO ARCHER!

>>29151199
Dubs

>>29151745
Okay what he hell, I get (you)s on this thread but nowhere else, what the fuck is going on?

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>>29151754
You tell me! Ha, ha, ha! My editor is a dingus and doesn't want to edit my shit until I edit his long ass story which is actually a book. I am sorry.

>>29151864
Why would he want you of all people to edit for him? Are you just trying to slack off?

>>29150876
Great update man.
Say, are you going to make some sort of stats page for the servants once their identities and Noble Phantasms are revealed?
And... are Saber's swords Tizona and Colada?

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>>29151867
He thinks I'm 'good at editing', or just lacks anyone to read his book, which may be good, but I don't know since I didn't do taht yet. You know what? I'll show him this!

>>29151867
>>29151940
Because he's muh friend. And I like how he reads and comments.

It's fucking Fapman for god's sake.

>>29151940
>>29151949
True...just a bit annoyed at the posting with a name and the lack of ANY ACTUAL WRITEFAG CONTENT, but that's just me.

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>>29151949
But why can't you do the shit as you used to? ;-;

I beg you.

>>29151966
I am sorry. Not really, but I would pat your back if that helps. And squat behind you drinking vodka juice.

>>29151949
Once again, will you do it, faggot?

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>>29152005
You know what I want, bby

And of course I'd edit it if you finish it. Stop teasing people god dammit.

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>>29152067
If I finish what. You book, isn't it? Faggot?

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>>29152076

>>29152067
>>29152075
>>29152076
>>29152098
what the fuck am I looking at?

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>>29152098
ANSWER ME, FAGGOT! WILL YOU STILL EDIT FOR ME?!

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>>29152116
This is shitposting, just talk to me on Discord.

>>29152123
>>29152116
Fuck Discord, this thread doesn't have one for a reason. Take this shit elsewhere. I thought you were better than this Fappy, what the hell is wrong with you?

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>>29152130
I'm sorry, Anon-kun. I had to mobilise my friend and editor's ass to talk here, to make him edit my shit again, without his bitching about me reading his story; and trust me, he can get pretty sad about that - and when he's sad he can't edit.

Thanks to all of this shit you just witnessed, he agreed to edit! Friendship won this round. So did autism.

Time to write moar!

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>>29152181
I...I don't even, what?!

>>29152219
And that's why I need an editor.

>>29152098
You storyman from Fg? Where you been?

>>29152271
And what happened to the fucking (you's)?

>>29152271
Who is this guy?>>29152123
>>29152295
Gook moot, gook moot fucked with it.

>>29151916
I plan on it though I wasn't entirely sure when I wanted to release them.

I already have full stat pages in my notes for all the servants we have seen in person in my notes

There's a scene coming soon where Anon gives a certain other someone a crash course in the grail war.
I was going to start keeping a stat page in the paste after that.
They would be an observational stat page though, and would be updated as NP and identities were revealed.

Also, Yes and yes. I was wondering when someone would reverse image search the images I would post in reference to them.
At least that's probably how you knew, the only actual clue I have in story so far was her alias Castilla being a feminine play on Castilian.
In any case, congrats on being the first to formally guess.

>>29152414
I'm looking forward to it!
I actually didn't reverse search the images. I've been trying to figure it out since she appeared and that was the only heroic story from Spain that I know of, but then was thrown off by the fact that she is a female. I must be pretty dumb to not considering that in the original work they did the same with their Saber. Either way, I love what you did with the character!

>>29152306
Fucking gook
Storyman is/was a writefag from fingerbang, i think discord drama made him leave. Another reason to not have a discord.

>>29152452
Thanks man.
Nice. Yeah, I had originally planned for Anon to summon Tomoe Gozen as a saber but El Cid (which is a title so score) had a cooler legend and potential for NP
Genderbending him was definitely a nod to Nasu and his love of doing so, while Saber might be the only one in the main series there was also Mordred, Emperor Nero and Jack the Ripper just off the top of my head that can join her on the genderbent historical figure list.
My Saber is the only genderbent hero in this war, just as a heads up. If you want to keep guessing at identities it's a good piece of info to know.

>>29152489
Thank god, another guy that knows the poison of Discord chats.

>>29152504
Oh, hi. God's work, faggot. All your POVs are amazing.

>>29152526
I'm considering deleting my own...

>>29152665
Please do, that cancer should stay where it belongs. Welcome to the thread.

>>29152665
Delete yourself, faggot. You're the poison of this board.

>>29152526
The dotted line seems to have replaced the (you).
Anyway, the only kind of discord I would recommend would be a single chat for writefags to edit, critique and help eachother out. But I wouldn't want to simply because it would more than likely turn into a circlejerk

>>29152878
Really? I still see the (you) show up on my comments being...commented on. Must need to refresh to get it. Still the dotted line is that good, its too easy to miss.
And no, no Discord chat period. Keep it in thread only. The circlejerk is the only final outcome to happen out of every thread to use it.
>>29152873
Go fuck yourself, Fapman is here to update on progress...and very random conversations(?) with his editor.

>>29152905
is not* that good

>>29152905
Fapman is a faggot and a talentless shitty writer. He should go fuck himself with his garbage.

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>>29152940
Nice bait, have a (you), sense I still get to see (you)s.

>>29152983
Go suck his cock, fucking whiteknight. That's lame and he knows it. He should cut his hand and give the world a favour.

>>29153086
And what have you done of value? Hmm, did you have a pastebin on that list, did you comeback to have us gilt trip your editor? No? Then fuck (you).

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>You stand in the middle of a large circular platform of some sort surrounded by darkness.
>Looking around your feet, the colored pattern on the ground looks like stained glass with multiple versions of your cutie mark surrounding the perimeter.
>The only light in the room is shining directly above you. A ball of white swirling energy, the intensity so bright that you are almost blinded just from looking at it.
>Where the heck are you?
"Hello?" you call out, "Anyone here?"
>Your voice echos despite there being no walls for the sound to bounce off of.
>Okay... this is really getting kind of weird...
>As you wonder about your situation, you hear footsteps from behind you.
>Spinning around, you see a figure walk out of the darkness and into the light.
"Anon?"
>He's in his full combat gear, sword drawn. But Anon is also covered in cuts and blood.
>Whether that's his or not you have no idea.
>You take a step towards him when suddenly your first footstep causes the platform to shake.
>Expanding from your boot, the design on the floor begins to lose its color and crack until the entire area looks like worn broken glass.
"Anon where are we?" you ask him, unable to hide the fear in your voice.
>However he doesn't respond.
>Instead your friend just brings his sword up.
>You take a step back, only to realize you somehow have a sword in your own hand as well.
>Where did this come from?
>Almost without warning, Anon runs towards you with his blade ready to strike.
"Anon stop!"
>The witcher doesn't stop, forcing you to use the sword in your hands to block his attack.
>Sparks fly off as the metal edges make contact.
>With as much strength as you can muster, you hold the blade lock evenly.

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>>29154509
>Anon narrows his eyes and uses his off-hand to push his sword by the flat portion of the blade.
>Realizing he's getting better leverage, you slide your weapon up towards his hand until you force him to back away lest he loses his fingers.
"Anonymous, what's gotten into you!?"
>Anon twirls his blade in one hand before charging in again.
>The two of you clash once again, the sound of metal-on-metal ringing against your surroundings.
"Anon please, we don't have to fight!"
>In your attempt to stop your friend though, he manages to cut you across the side of your face.
>You step back in shock and wipe your cheek.
>Crimson blood covers your fingers.
>Anon's really trying to kill you...
>But his attacks grow even fiercer as he pushes you back closer to the edge of the platform. Yet somehow you can match his moves perfectly, countering and parrying each of his attacks without difficulty.
>Something that's never seemed to happen before.
>As he comes at you once again with a horizontal chop, you counter his attack leaving him open.
>But you hesitate...
>Taking advantage of your pause, Anon recovers and thrusts the tip of his longsword.
>On pure reflex, you use your own sword to parry and riposte.
>Piercing him directly in the abdomen.
>You gasp and withdraw the blade as he clutches his wound.
>Blood clings to your sword and seeps from the wound as he kneels down in pain.
>Growling, he wipes the blood on his hand onto his pant leg and charges at you like a madman.

>>29154509
Ahhh shit, we got an Axii update.

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>>29154516
>He repeatedly slams his blade down on yours almost like he's trying to smash your sword in two. And if he keeps this up that might actually happen.
>Thinking quickly, as Anonymous prepares another swing, you dodge to the right and roll around him.
>Throwing a sign out, you contort your fingers into the shape for Aard.
>Anon's eyes widen as the magic slams him back and knocking the weapon from his hand.
>The force from the telekinetic energy also causes the chain on the medallion around Anon's neck to break.
>With a large crack now running down the face, it bounces twice on the solid ground before shattering completely at your feet.
>To your horror, Anon's momentum causes him to roll off the side of the platform.
"ANON!"
>You try to catch him, but the distance between you two is too far as the witcher falls over the edge.
>Scrambling to the edge, you peer over the side and see the person who just tried to kill you holding onto a knife dug into the bottom of the stage.
>Below, the Witcher dangles over a massive whirlpool sucking in light and energy from the surrounding area.
>His falling weapon makes contact with the vortex and disappears in a flash of light.
"Anon grab my hand!" you shout out.
>Despite his attempt on your life Anonymous is still your friend. You can't just let him fall into... whatever *that* is!
>You can help him! He's not too far, you can reach him!
>C'mon Sunset...
>Extending your arm out you just barely grab him.
>He tries to get a hold of your hand but the sudden movement causes the knife to slip slightly, lowering him just out of reach.
"Nooo! One more try! You can make it!"
>Without saying anything Anonymous looks at you sadly with a look of resignation.
>No... he's not going to...
"Anon don't! Stop!"
>Letting go of the handle, Anonymous plummets into the vortex.
>"ANON!"
>Suddenly a deep laugh echos above you when everything goes white.

>>29154546
>You shoot up drenched in cold sweat.
>Gasping for air, you look around for Anon but the only thing you see is the darkened cell you were tossed into.
>It was just a dream...
>You wipe your head on the blanket of your small cot and feel your cheek.
>No cut or blood.
>Letting out a sigh of relief you contemplate your dream.
>You... you killed Anon.
>Maybe not directly, but still...
>Why would you dream something like that though. You've read a few books on dream theory while you were bored.
>They said that killing someone in a dream meant you had repressed rage or anger towards that person but you weren't actively trying to kill him.
>He was trying to kill you...
>You know dreams are supposed to signify something but what could possibly be the reason for something like that?
>Could it be caused by stress? Celestia knows you've been under a lot of it in the past day or two.
>Before you can think about going back to bed, an alarm goes off as the lights in your room instantly turn on to max brightness.
>You shield your eyes as the front door swings open.
>"Drills will begin in thirty minutes." a voice on the PA system announces.
>A figure runs by your door, then another and another after that.
>Someone stops by the door and peeks in.
>"Hey look, they already got a replacement for Sven." the girl says.
>You notice a large number nine stamped on the front of her uniform.
>A teenage boy with the number five stops by and sneers, "She's kind of scrawny though."
>These two look no older than you...
>In fact they look a little younger than you.
>"Trainees Five, Seven and Nine, you have twenty-six minutes." the PA says.
>Rolling their eyes, the girl waves you over.
>"Hey, we better get moving."
>"And put on your uniform too." the boy says pointing towards a closet.

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>>29154555
>You walk over and open it, only to find multiple uniforms identical to the ones worn by the girl and boy with a seven marked on it.
>"Last thing we need is Instructor Gaston on our butts." the girl warns before running off.
>The boy gives you one last look up and down before following her.
>You can't help but frown and look at the uniform in your hands.
>Well, may as well play along in the meantime...

>The next few minutes you spend getting "lost".
>Though there's no sign of Twilight, you keep a mental note of windows, marked doors, and other indicators of where you're at just in case.
>You'd be exploring a bit more if not for the fact that your lack of presence will definitely be noticed by Sombra and Grogar.
>After you become a bit more familiar with the immediate area, you "find" the field.
>For a moment you're left in awe at the sights around you. Mountains lay in the distance surrounded by a thick fog, with trees dotting the twisting and uneven land between here and there.
>You are definitly nowhere near Canterlot.
>But taking in the sights is cut short when you hear a whistle.
>More "trainees", from what you can see around twenty, are already doing push-ups in unison in front of a large-built man pacing back and forth in between the rows.
>"Trainee Seven. Since this is your first day, I'll give you an exception." the man says without looking at you. "But only this once. Get in formation and give me 100 push-ups."
>Jogging towards the only gap among the others you get down on the ground and start.
>That must be Instructor Gaston.
>Hmm, not as large as Tirek, but still big.
>And he’s a witcher as well; you can spot the Griffon medallion identical to Gilda’s hanging from his neck.
>Unlike her though, he doesn’t hide his eye appearance and keeps them cat-like.
>But his most distinguishing feature though is the eyepatch covering his right eye.
>Gaston catches you staring at him and stares you down.
>"Get moving. NOW!" he orders.

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>>29154587
>Once you get to the 65th rep though, your arms are already beginning to feel the burn. It begins to get harder to keep up with the others until you hear someone collapse behind you.
>"Hold." the large man says.
>Every trainee freezes mid-stride much to your dismay.
>Your arms shake as the instructor looms over the trainee.
>"Trainee Eight?"
>"S-s-sorry sir." he apologizes. "Won't happen again sir."
>"Twenty minutes on the Gauntlet." he says twirling his medallion between his fingers.
>"Yes sir..."
>Turning around, the man walks to the front and addresses everyone.
>"Alright, one minute break then we move on."
>An assistant wheels a cart filled with water bottles and hands them out to everyone.
>You take your water bottle and feel uneasy.
>Everyone tries to hide it, but you can tell they're all staring at you.
>It reminds you of the feeling when everyone at CHS still despised you after the Fall Formal.
>Only this time, you don't have your friends to comfort you.
>"Breaks over. Pair up and begin the next exercise." the instructor announces.
>Ugh...

>After 100 reps of jumping jacks, sit ups, deep squats, knee bends, leg lifts, and a five mile run through the freezing mountains the entire class, as you figure its called, enters a stark white classroom.
>You honestly feel the most tired you've ever been in your entire life. If you thought Anon ran you ragged in the beginning...
>You're just thankful his training made this more bearable.
>Taking your seat in the only empty chair in the room, trainee Five and Nine take a seat next to you.
>You look at the clock on the wall and see it's only a minute till seven.
>Groaning, you place your head between your arms on the table.

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>>29154605
>"Psst... hey Seven, wake up." the girl from before whispers, nudging you in the side.
"Someone kill me..." you mutter.
>"Hey, if you don't stay awake, they might. And I'm not joking." the female trainee next to says.
>You shake your head and sit up.
"So what are your names?" you ask.
>"Mine is Vapor Trail, he's Sky Stinger. We're your assigned partners if you haven't figured it out already."
"Those names... are you from..."
>"We're both from Stratusburg. Across the sea. So what's yours?"
>Stratusburg is only a few hours away from Canterlot.
"I'm Sunset Shimmer."
>Sky Stinger scoffs, "Well *Sunset Shimmer*, just don't fall behind like Sven did. Poor bastard."
>Both Vapor and Sky look down with a pained expression.
>"Alright trainees, let's get started on today's lesson. Open those books to page 452." Instructor Gaston says, "Now who can tell me what a leshen is?"
>No one raises their hand.
>You skim through the paragraph on the leshen in the textbook in front of you.
>It's almost word for word the same text Anon had given you and Rainbow.
>The man paces back and forth expecting someone to answer.
>"No one? Looks like some of you are slacking on the rea-"
"A leshen is an ancient and powerful forest spirit."
>The entire classroom becomes deathly silent as suddenly all eyes are now on you.
>"Very good, now can you describe what they generally look like?"
>You recall the leshen that attacked you and your friends at Camp Everfree. It's thin frame, and the bleached white deer skull it had for a head.
>How it made you and your friends endure an entire night of hell that you were all lucky to survive...
>Something like that is hard to forget.
"They look like walking trees with a deer skull for a head. Long limbs and huge antlers. They can dig their arms into the ground to attack, command wolves and crows to do their bidding, and can only be truly killed when their totems are destroyed and they haven't marked a person."

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>>29154639
>Gaston looks pleased with your answer.
>"Impressive." Gaston says with a nod of his head, "Though tell me, how did you know all this?"
"Um... I faced one before..." you admit.
>"I see." he says. "Well then, continuing on. Trainee seven is correct. You all could learn something from her."
>Instantly, that feeling of being very small returns. A quick glance around the room tells you your little outburst was not very appreciated by a few of the others.
>Vapor Trail whispers to you, "You faced a leshen? How?"
"That's a long story..."
>"They don't sound very tough if it's made of wood." Sky says dismissively.
>You glare at him.
"You have no idea what the hell you're talking about." you say coldly.
>He ignores you and starts reading his text.
>"Don't mind him, he's kind of..."
"An ass?"
>Vapor giggles, "Kind of."
>The girl goes back to her work as you look back at the clock.
>You'll have to find some way to get to Twilight and get yourselves out together. You can't expect Anon to save your butt every time.
>Considering the months you've spent learning under him, you should be self-sufficient in this sort of situation by now.
>At least a little anyway. He
>Which reminds you...
"Hey Vapor?"
>"Yeah?" she says putting down her pen.
"What country is this?"
>The girl looks at you strangely.
>"We're somewhere in Skellige I think."
"Skellige?!" you accidentally say a little loudly.
>"Trainee Seven is there a problem?" Instructor Gaston asks.
"Uh... no... um... sir."
>"Thirty minutes on the gauntlet." he tells you. "Another interruption and you'll go without dinner."
"Yes sir."
>He turns back around to continue his lecture.
>Well, that explains why the environment outside looks so different.
>Sighing, you stare at the textbook in front of you.
>You have no idea how much time you have until this Conjunction of the Spheres. But you need to come up with a plan to get you and Twilight out of here before it's too late.
---

That's it for now. Till next time.

>>29154671
Great update, gonna read when I wake up, goodnight Axii, goodnight thread.

>>29143332
Really cool my dude!
I'm going to use it as a phone background

Guess pushing back my update for editing was a good thing so we don't blow the green load all in one day
Expect mine either around noon or early evening Friday

>>29155681
Based

>>29154671
Sweet, new friends are nice.

>>29157278

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page 8 aint great

>>29160482
Don't care, keep that toxic shit out of here, and don't say the name of that fruity cuck lord. This is a clean thread. Discord or Skype is irrelevant. Fuck both of them.

page 9

Sorry for the wait, ending seeing friends and relatives and getting smashed.

I need to go over what I've wrote so far and edit. And maybe find a few more pics. I'll be posting soon,in about an hour, maybe less.

>>29161518
http://pastebin.com/UcG73ANS

And pastebin here if you need to catch up. I'll update the pastebin tomorrow at some point.

>>29161518
>>29161524
Sweet, welcome back mate.

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>You don't wait long as the students come pouring out the doors.
>You scan the crowd until you spot Sunset and her friends.
>She spots you and waves, prompting you to lazily wave back.
>"Hey Anon, you ready to go?"
"I assume we're going to Sugarcube Corner, and yes but I need to go and check on my house. I'll drive down and meet you there. Sound good?"
>"Yep, I'll see you there."
>You exchange goodbyes and make for your car.
>Sod walking with them, it'll be bad enough hanging out with them for just a milkshake.
>Hopping into the car, you rev up, peel out the space and head home.
>Fucking Celestia.

>"So now I have double History homework, and maths homework for tomorrow. How stupid is that?"
"Well we can help you with it. Together we can get all our homework done tonight and enjoy the weekend."
>Rainbow Dash sighs and sticks her hands in her pockets.
>"Well ta be honest, 'ah wouldn't mind you helping me with mah maths homework, 'ah can never work out how to do all that algebra stuff."
>It seems everyone needs some help.
>"Ooh ooh, are we gonna invite Anon too? Then it'll be a big slumber welcome to the gang homework party!"
>You grin as Pinkie bounces down the road.
>Always full of energy, you don't know how she does it.
"I'll ask him when he gets here, but I'm not too sure that he'll want to come. I don't think slumber parties are his kind of thing."
>It is worth an ask though, he might even agree to it.
>Always best to stay optimistic.
>Nearing Sugarcube Corner, you go to push the door when you hear a car pulling up.
>Turning around, you spot Anon climbing out of his car.
"Hey Anon, how's it going?"
>"Hello to all, and it could be better Sunset. You're still paying for my milkshake right?"
"Of course, what would you like?"
>"Dunno, I'll look at the menu."
>Heading inside, you find a booth and sit down, squashing together so everyone can fit.
>You grab the menu and hand it to Anon.

>>29161856

>He skims through, making small comments about the food.
>You spot a waitress, who comes over, notepad in hand.
>"And what can I get you today?"
>You look to the girls, who chatter and place their orders one by one.
>"And what can I get you hun?"
>The waitress looks to you, ready to jot your order down.
"I'll have a chocolate milkshake and a blueberry muffin please. What about you Anon?"
>Anon, mumbles, still looking at the menu.
>"Yeah I'll have a large chocolate and strawberry milkshake, a triple choc muffin, and a couple of those fancy little cupcakes over there thanks."
>He points to the counter, where a large assortment of different cupcakes fill the trays.
>"Any particular ones hun?"
>"Surprise me."
>"Alrighty then, coming right up."
>The waitress scribbles on the notepad before leaving the booth.
>"You still paying my order then Sunny?"
>Oh he's so irritating, but you are trying to help him, so you settle your nerves.
"So Anon, why don't you tell us a little about yourself?"
>"Like what? Anything?"
>"Ooh, what's your favourite flavour of cake? Mine's chocolate with strawberry cream and sprinkles and lot's and lot's of icing!"
>"Mine's chocolate, like full on chocolate sponge, chocolate buttercream, the works."
>"Hey Anon, you're a tekkie kinda guy aren't ya?"
>"Yeah I guess, why?"
>Rainbow taps on her phone then holds it out, prompting Anon to take it.
>"Check this out. It's these awesome robot battles, and someone posted a new one today."
>Anon looks at the video briefly before handing the phone back.
>"Oh yeah I was there, The Big Cheese got well fucked up."
"You were there?"
>"Yeah, I host them sometimes and fix up the robots."
>"Really?! That's awesome!"
>Anon nods while tapping away on his phone.
>"Yeah It's pretty cool, there's another battle tomorrow if you're interested."
>"Can you get us in? That would be pretty sweet."
>"I agree, better than watching it on ah phone. Ya wanna bet on who wins Rainbow?"

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>>29161874

>Oh you're on Applejack, 10 dollars?"
>"You betcha, 10 dollars."
>Applejack and Rainbow shake hands, sealing the bet.
>You look over as the waitress comes over, hands full with trays filled with milkshakes and other assorted items.
>You take your milkshake and take a sip.
"So Anon, we're having a slumber party at my house, to get homework done and help each other out. So I was wondering if you wanna join us?"
>You look to Anon, waiting for his reply.
>He's annoyed, his face says it all.
>Maybe it wasn't such a good idea afterall.
>"Bollocks. Yeah whatever. It better not be some pizza and boy talk shit though. Seriously."
>Success!
>Although it was slightly odd that he agreed so quickly.
>He looked so annoyed at the prospect of it.
>That doesn't really matter though, you're making a bit of progress now.
>You drink some more milkshake whilst the girls chatter amongst themselves.
>You look back to Anon, as he pulls out his laptop.
>A collection of ooh's and aah's come from the girls.
>It does look futuristic though.
>Anon looks up, visibly surprised at their reaction.
>"What?"
>"Ooh, that's a funky futuristic super laptop!"
>Pinkie leans forward and pokes a finger through the holographic screen, giggling at the novelty of it.
>"Get away I'm trying to work here."
>Anon pulls the laptop away, much to Pinkies dismay.
>"Hehe, it's so cool and see-throughy."
>"yeah whatever, let me do my work."
>He takes a bite of his muffin and leans closer to the screen, examining what looks like a small engine or motor.
"What are you working on Anon? It looks pretty interesting."
>He swipes the screen a few times then pinches it, bringing his hands apart as the screen gets bigger.
>"I'm working on a robot, well a referee to keep the contestants in check. Quite a few contestants left because their robots were getting destroyed by other contestants, which is bad for business."

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>>29161893

>Anon taps a few times, shrinking the screen and brings up a 3D model of the robot.
>You'd be lying if you said you weren't impressed by his work.
>"It still needs a few details ironing out, after that it'll be time to build it."
>Twilight leans in close to the screen, examining the holographic model.
>That is very impressive Anon, you wouldn't erm, by any chance let me help you? Or just watch you work? You don't really get to see this everyday."
>Anon looks to Twilight, rubbing his chin in thought.
>"Yeah alright, It will be handy to have someone bring me food and drink when my hands are full."
>"But I thought you would-"
>Before Twilight can finish, a phone starts ringing.
>Anon pulls his phone from his pocket and answers the call.
>You try not to listen in, but it's clear somethings up with the shouting from this phone.
>"Hang on a sec', I'll call you back, let me just get the my car."
>He quickly puts his phone away and packs up his laptop.
>"Yeah this was fun and all, but I got somewhere to be."
>"Is everything alright Anon? Do you need any help at all? We could-"
>No it's fine, I need to sort this myself."
>He gets up and slings his bag on his shoulder, grabbing his milkshake as he walks to the door.
>I'll meet up with you later!"
>He shouts over to you then leaves.
>You look back over to the girls.
>"What was tha' all about? Seemed in a bit of a hurry."
"Yeah, something's definitely up with him girls. I'm sure he'll be fine though."
>Well, you hope he's fine.

"So what are you saying? He's trying to shut us down or something?"
>"No idea, seems tha' way, I just told him to wait for ya though."
"Alright hang on, just give me five minutes."
>You hang up, not bothering to wait for a reply.
>Quickly starting the car up, you pull out onto the road and speed down.
>Whatever it is, it must be important.
>Rusty did seem pretty agitated.
>And he very rarely gets agitated.

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>Quickly pulling up to the junction, you turn left and pull into the junkyard.
>You turn off the car and quickly get out, spotting an expensive, classy looking car a few feet from your's.
>You wave to Rusty, standing next to Neon Lights and another bloke you don't recognise.
>He's in a light blue suit, which looks pretty expensive.
>You've never seen him before, but he looks stinking rich, considering the suit and car.
>He steps towards you as you walk up.
>"Afternoon, Anonymous I presume?"
"Who's asking?"
>"Filthy Rich, good to meet you."
>Well you weren't wrong about him being rich.
>What kind of name is that anyway?
>He extends a hand, prompting you to take it.

>>29154671
Hey Axii, or anyone. Is there a update I'm missing from between the pastebin and the latest one? It feels like I'm missing a lot in the interm.

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>>29161961

>Ignoring the gesture, you step aside and walk up to Neon.
"What are you doing here? I'm pretty sure we made it clear that you're not welcome here, with your shit haircut and wonky nose."
>Neon steps forward, steaming.
>"You're one to talk, you little-"
>"Calm yourself Neon."
>Filthy place's a hand on Neon, keeping him from moving closer to you.
>"Now Anonymous, Neon here has been telling me about your 'business' here and I must say it's a pretty good concept, if the internet videos are anything to go by. I understand you run this and keep it maintained?"
"Well maintained isn't the word I'd use, but yeah pretty much. Rusty here owns the junkyard and I use it to host battles."
>"Splendid, I'm sure you'll like my propos-"
"Nope."
>"No? I'm sure we can-"
"Nope not interested, go away. Tell 'em Rusty."
>Rusty grins at the rather annoyed rich dick.
>"No means no, now ah' suggest leaving or I'll tell the cops you're trespassing."
"Yeah technically you are, so shoo."
>You shoo them away with your hands, only to make Neon seemingly pop a blood vessel, and Filthy to only look slightly more irritated.
>This probably isn't his first rodeo, or business type thing, whatever it's called.
>Filthy smiles and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a business card.
>"Well, if you decide to change your mind, don't hesitate to call. I'm sure we can come to an arrangement."
>Taking the card, you have a little look.
>Nice font, good colour, he's got nothing on Paul Allen though.
"I'm sure we will, maybe, probably not."
>Filthy smiles, a shifty looking smile now that you think about it.
>You give him a cheesy grin in return, as he usher Neon back to his car.
>Watching as he pulls off and out the yard, you turn to Rusty as the two of you burst into laughter.
"Oh jeez, my chest hurts now. You want a fag?"
>"Yeah if you don't mind, could do with one right now."
>Nodding your head, you pull out your tin and skin up.

>>29161999

>Carefully rolling, you finish one and pass it to Rusty, then roll your own.
"How long do reckon it'll be until he comes back? I'm guessing Monday."
>"Nah, Saturday I bet. I know how guys like him work. They keep coming back, pestering you non stop until you give in."
>He takes a long drag and slowly blows it out.
"You ever dealt with him before?"
>"No, all I know is he owns some supermarket chain and a camp somewhere. Although I've heard other stuff, like apparently he does dirty dealings or something like that."
>Sounds like a regular rich fuck.
>Probably dodges taxes and all.
"In any case, I gotta get back, got to go to some shit slumber party."
>Taking another drag, you pull your phone out and flick through your contacts.
>"Ah' slumber party? With girls? Doesn't sound tha' bad, hell it sounds like a wet dream come true."
"We're all doing our homework together as a 'team'.
>"Oh, alright then. Not what I was expectin' really."
"That reminds me, I need to go over these blueprints with you, and the materials I need. I'll do that tomorrow though."
>You take a final drag and toss the fag, as does Rusty.
>"Sounds good, I gotta shoot anyway. S'posed ta' be watching my bro's kids, ah'm already late as it is."
"Sweet, I'll catch you tomorrow then yeah?"
>"Yeah kid, seeya!"
>You walk back to your car and step in.
>Finding the right contact, you dial it and start up the car.
>A few rings later, she picks up the phone.
>"Hello who's this?"
>She sounds pretty apprehensive, wonder why.
"Hey Sunny, I'm on my way to your's, just stopping off at home first."
>"Wait, how did you get my phone number? And do you even know where I live?"
"I guess we'll find out soon enough eh? Bye!"
>You hang up as Sunset starts rattling off on the phone.
>Revving, you pull out of the junkyard and make a beeline for home.

>>29162013
>Something still doesn't seem right though.
>Filthy probably wants to corner the market on robot battles.
>But what does Neon get out of this?
>There's no way he would do it just to fuck you over.
>Unless the rich fuck is going to give him a job, become the host maybe?
>He does look like the fame whore type.
>Shaking away the thoughts, you pull up outside home and get out.
>Making a mental checklist, you step into your house and head for your room.
>Giving the room a quick glance over, you spot your old sleeping bag and grab it.
>Schoolbag and homework's still in the car, got the sleeping bag.
>That's pretty much it.
>Happy with what you have, you go back downstairs and gead to the security box.
>You tap in your password and set the alarm.
>You'll only be gone one night but still, better safe than sorry.
>You lock the door and get in the car.
>Pulling your phone out, you find Sunset's profile and put her address into the satnav.
>It's actually not too far away, only a couple miles, if that.
>Starting the car, you stick some music on and head out.
>Oh what fun this will be.

That's all for now, I'll try and post again in a couple days.
Night Anons

>>29161982
The pastebin has been updated. Sorry about that.

>>29161856
Holy shit that's a big update, will read when I wake up.

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>>29163476
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>>29164375
Come on guys, post a bump with a pick or something. At the least make it a bump commenting on the stories we got here.

>>29164810
I just want to point out that no discussion of stories has killed threads, not directly but it's one of the causes.
That being said, what are you looking forward to in the stories you're reading?

>>29162250
Thank you, Axii. You're doing god's work.

>>29165008
Well I am looking forward to damynorb making more, I want to see how Sunset makes friends even in a Whitcher training camp, YFN to get on to the stakeout, you know, things like that.

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>>29165008
I'm looking forward to actually having time to actually read YFN from start to finish as opposed to reading the updates with a huge blank for the middle of the story.

Also for anyone interested I made an update for my Guide to The Holy Grail War, if anyone wanted to give feedback I would more than welcome it.
It's been a lot more difficult to write than I originally had thought.
If anyone new to Fate has any questions feel free to ask them as well since I'm already doing the guide in a Q&A fashion, I probably won't answer them directly here but I'll be sure to go over them in the guide.

>>29162033
Liking what you have so far, Filthy would make a good antagonist. Also be sure to make your "quotation marks" are in place and the start of your sentences are capitalized. Other than that your doing well. Keep it up.

>>29165130
Got the link to it mate?

>>29165143
http://pastebin.com/P1RrW9Zj
There you go friendo.
I'm going to head back to bed for now, in case I'm doing something later just wanted to say happy new years to all the anon and green writers in the thread.

>>29165155
Happy new years mate. Or as happy as it can get.

>>29165137
I'm interested to see where he goes with Filthy being an antagonist. The way it reads though, it seems like there's something more to it, not just Filthy trying to horn in on Anons success.

bumpu

>>29165169
My bet is that Neon is a part of him getting some business deal or something. Make the kid happy get X out of the deal, and that's on top of getting a thumb on the robot racket Anon runs.

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>>29166532
You're sort of on the mark, it goes abit deeper though. No spoilers yet

Happy New Year Everyone, I hope you have/had a good night.
Time for sleep though.

I'm amazed at how well I can type when I'm smashed. Night everyone.

>>29169032
G'night man.

>>29167221

newyearbump

A quick bump for you

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>Your footsteps loudly reverberate down the empty hallways as your feet hit the pavement
>You’re cutting it close, but you should make it in time for the meeting
>Whatever it is has to be important to be given literally no notice
>You were half-way through a shower when the call came, and the bosses never call you!
>Probably because of the whole rhyming thing and the other not ever leaving the confines of her lab
>As you round the corner you see your destination in your sights
>Crystal Prep’s very own library
>The ticking clock above it tells you that you better hurry up
>You break into a full-out sprint towards the library doors
>Bracing your shoulder you smash through the double doors into the dark room
>Gotta make it in time!
>Reaching out you one hand vault over the circular desk that greets you and make your way towards the fiction section
>Passing by the rows of shelves you keep an eye on the labels
>Young adult
>Fantasy
>Stopping at the wall you look at the two separate rows lining up against the wall
>Science fiction
>Tabletop!
>You sprint down the Tabletop aisle about a fourth of the way before skidding to a stop
>Alright, G g g…
>There it is!
>You quickly pull the neon colored book you’ve grown to hate the past few months or so
>You practically jog in place as the old shifting in the wall is heard revealing the stairway down
>Wasting no time you jump down the dark depths and tuck into a roll before hitting the ground below
>Only to slam into the wall with a loud *THWACK* once again
>Damn, you thought you’d given enough leeway to stop just before it
>Next time then!
>You quickly get up and run down the hallway to your right to the door
>So close!
>Less than a couple hundred feet away
>Please don’t let you be late again!
>Sugarcoat kept pointing out your tardiness for a week straight after last time!

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*GONG*
>Your heart goes heavy as the gongs of the CP clock ring through the building
>You have five or so gongs before you’re late
>Better step it up!
*GONG*
>Your legs burn as you give it one last burst of speed to reach it in time
*GONG*
>You can make out the graffiti on the door now!
*GONG*
>Just have to smash through the door!
*GONG*
>Brace yours—
>Your body collides with the door as the sixth *GONG* sounds before you burst into the large room
”I’m NOT late!”
>You heave a few exhausted breaths trying to get a hold on your breathing
>”No, but you did smash right through Sour Sweet on your way in.”
>What?
>The door slams closed revealing a collapsed Sour Sweet crumpled against the wall
“Ohhh…”
>You swoop down to Sour Sweet and offer her a hand
“Sorry about that.”
>She accepts your hand while smiling
>”Oh don’t worry about it; you just nearly BASHED MY FUCKING HEAD IN YOU STUPID THUNDERCUNT!”
>You wince at the expected outburst
>”WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING NEXT TIME, pretty please.”
>She takes her usual seat at the table while you take a mental headcount of who’s here
>There’s you, Sour Sweet, Sunny Flare touching up her makeup, Sugarcoat snickering at your misfortune, Lemon Zest rocking out as always, and the illustrious Rhyme boss-lady currently meditating or something
>Wait, isn’t Time boss supposed to be here?
>You take your seat as you voice your observation
“Everyone else is here, but where’s time boss?”
>Sugarcoat scoffs with disdain
>”She said something about finding a lead that would be going down tonight with the other bosses.”
>You sometimes wonder why you guys have so many bosses, but more importantly...
>Something going down tonight even though you just fought someone this morning!?
>Whoever’s causing trouble is going to get a personal five-knuckle beat down for interrupting your shower!