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Your name is Airi Hirayama. Your are seventeen years old, a high-school student live in Shibuya, Japan. In your world, the barrier separating spirits from humanity broke half a century ago, allowing magic to spill back into human society. From the ashes of this drastic upheaval rose a new breed of human—the magus. A magus possesses superhuman capabilities, an affinity for the spirits and can perform the reality-altering gift of magic. You are one such magus and so is your twin brother Keiichi Hirayama.

Unlike most of your kind, the two of you possess a bizarre tendecy to cause chaos wherever you go. Last year, through bullets, explosions and freak accidents, the two of you managed to help interrupt Japan's premier magus academy battle tournament—The Festival of Magic—thrice in a row.

The Ministry of Education was very much unamused by your antics. As punishment, they have forced you and Keiichi to perform mandatory community service. Ten special tasks relating to the organization of the Festival exist and they must all be completed before the tournament commencement date. The alternative is the death of your future careers. The whole situation is very confusing and there are many complaints to be had, but ultimately you and your brother have little choice. The eyes of Shibuya and the Spirit World are upon you both, so buckle down and give it your all!

Previous Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Academy%20Tournament%20Organization%20Quest
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Character Details: http://pastebin.com/2cYpy4da

>4/10 Tasks have been completed.

[Objectives]
>Guard the research materials from Lady Sagisawa's School of Knowledge. (4 DAYS DOWN, 5 REMAIN)
>Participate in the True Hearts' school production.

Approximately 20% of all of humanity are magi. This statistic has made some magi think themselves as special. They are, but other magi are even more special. Just because one possesses magic does not mean they are above the divide between the patrician and the plebian.

In 2003, a survey was leaked from the Spirit World onto the Internet. It documented the reasons for why spirit partners chose to make their services available to humans. Of the supplied reasons, the top three were faith accumulation, protection via partnership and desire for power. Curiously, one of the reasons was tourism.

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Twitter: @HeroRena
@ElizabethGears
ask.fm/BlueLarro
Tali's Stats: http://pastebin.com/9XdsZ5bC
Tali's Notes: http://pastebin.com/XW3TrhfR
Quest Log: http://pastebin.com/N1XaEFB9

Journal Entry #37.5
Dear journal.
I hear someone pounding at my door...
If I die
Sis, I love you. I know we didn't always get along bu

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My name is Mary.

I now own a dungeon.

Not by choice, mind you. I was forced into this when the previous owner placed a curse on me after I tried to audit him. Now I'm the ruler of this place until my asshole of a boss decides to send someone to free me from the curse.

So, anywhere between a month and forever.

But I'm trying to make the most of it while I'm here.

Right now I'm taking a well deserved break.

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> Tuesday, August 25th, 2015

SITUATION: http://pastebin.com/ziMsX6th
MECHANICS: http://pastebin.com/49M2eE8Z
THE RULES: http://pastebin.com/BEsprkBZ
THE TANK: http://pastebin.com/sJsgig6B
THE DIVISIONS: http://pastebin.com/xCQZAdqU
THE SHOP: http://pastebin.com/v6xeDRXj
DANON’S THE TEAM: http://pastebin.com/bUU2v0z8

“Today, we will be demonstrating our training not just to our friends from Camp Gagetown, Saint Gloriana, and Zhou Enlai, but also to our newly arrived friends from Robert A. Heinlein, George Washington, and J. Walter Christie!” Dix Hauser and crew along with Carolina Greene and Perrine Hobart had arrived earlier this morning. The team was gathered and assembled to meet your former foes and in the case of Mei Xiang, future foe. Griselda addresses you all sternly. “I should expect everyone to be on their best behavior, and show them what LGA tankers can do. Try not to trouble our guests. Dismissed!”

The first thing everyone did was start introducing themselves. Dix Hauser was accommodating to everybody. Serafina asks her, “Our Pershing is quite a heavy beast. Do you have any tips on how to manage it?”

“Pershings are not medium tanks, suffice to say,” says Dix. “Actually, I can show you a thing or two during your training today. The thing about the Pershing is that it’s somewhere between a medium and a heavy tank. There’s a sort of balance you have to understand with it.” The Poles immediately gather around Dix and start taking notes from her.

Carolina and Rosehip meanwhile… “Greene-san!” Carolina looks to Rosehip, smiling happily. “I hear you have the best horses in all of the Academies!”

“You heard right!” says Carolina. She whistles loudly. Everyone shouts and runs away as a white purebred stallion runs in and steps up to Carolina. “This is one of my nice horses. Wanna take him for a ride?” Rosehip looks in awe of it, stars in her eyes. She wants to ride the horse. Orange Pekoe stands to the side, smilingly politely.

Right, what should you do?

> Take the day off. (VACATION DAYS: 4)
> Go to work
> Other

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You are building strength, making acquaintances, but to what end? You are even unsure of when you came to this land. But push on is all you can do, until all is spent but your soul.

Inventory:
1 x Pyromancy Flame
1 x Longsword +1
1 x Spear
1 x Heater Shield

1 x Ragged Travelling Hood
1 x Ragged Travelling Cloak
1 x Chain Shirt
1 x Ragged Travelling Boots
1 x Worn Wrist Irons

1 x Estus Flask (4 uses)

1 x Tiny Iron Key

1 x Mysterious Envelope

Known Spells:
Combustion
Fireball

(Please read as much of the previous threads’ as you can before responding.)
Previous Thread: >>1298850

>>1327557
>>1327643

You slip out of the door and close it, putting a nice barrier between you and whatever’s inside. You draw your sword and raise you shield, preparing to meet whatever’s inside. You prepare your summoning stone, hoping to call Kaydin for help.
You hear a twig snap and a crunching of leaves behind you, you turn and see Path there holding a torch. The firelight stings your eyes.

“Having trouble? I heard noises” he looks past you at the slightly ajar door “oh yes, I got that open earlier, but ran into trouble with some rats. Perhaps our combined strength may overcome them.”

Something pushes against the door scratching against the wood, you shoulder the door, slamming it shut, you hear a thud and a shriek on the other side. Path readies his spear and raises his torch in front of him.

Do you…

>Go with Path and storm the house

>Use your soapstone to call Kaydin

>Kill Path in case he double crosses you

>Write in...

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You awaken to find yourself in a rusted and sand-blasted shack. A raging sandstorm pelts the makeshift, corrugated walls and creaks the already rotten wooden boards.

To your side you find a rusted M1911 and a magazine with 7 bullets. There is also your half-empty canteen and a few assorted items in a bag. You are unsure as to what exactly is in the bag.

Your leather armour held together by duct tape and makeshift stitches. You have to get out of here. And fast...

To begin, please provide your name, your age, your major profession and TWO of the following.

2x 5.56 bullets
Half broken Gasmask
Purified water bottle (full)
2x Grilled iguana
A torn map of the area
Flashlight

Enter the world of the wastes...

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You stand in front of a large, imposing building in the middle of the rain. An umbrella hangs limply in your hand, forgotten as the black limo you stepped out of pulls away and out of the property. You’re the youngest child of a wealthy couple. The structure in front of you was a response to your insubordination. You were exiled here and it was to be your prison. At least… That’s how you feel about this whole debacle.

Wilton Academy, a boarding school for troubled children of wealthy families. It is filled with castoffs and black sheep from some of the most prominent families in the United States, though filled wasn’t really the word to use here. After all, there were very few kids who managed to piss off their family enough to get themselves sent here. Because of this the classes that resided in Wilton were small and ranged from 6th to 12th grade.

With all that in mind you finally feel as though you’ve had your fill of rain and open the forgotten umbrella in your hand, trudging up towards the front porch of the old Victorian building. Your luggage had arrived before you and was already unpacked in your dorm room so you were empty handed other than the umbrella. It is late and you are worried that everyone is asleep and nobody will answer the door. You knock despite these fears.

(Cont.)

[Let's try this one more time. :^)]

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My name is Mary.

I own and operate a dungeon.

This wasn’t a deliberate choice, mind you. I was forced into this when the previous owner placed a curse on me after I tried to get him to pony up the money he owed my boss. Now I'm the ruler of this place and my boss fired me for having two jobs. So I’m stuck here for the foreseeable future.

At least there’s a spa...

Right now I’ve turned in after a long day of dealing with adventurers, and sponsorships for the dungeon.

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WARNING WARNING! MAJOR MALFUNC-BZZZZZZTT

"JACK, WAKE UP, WAKE UP!" a world of flashing sirens and flaring red lights welcomed you as you sprung from your cryosleep. Taylor was there, her right side was torn by smaller metal shreds. She didn't care for her soon-to-be fatal wounds. She was shaking and trembling. tears and blood trailed down from her right eye.

The Merahl was on a smooth sail to Tiren Cala XII , you were too disoriented to figure out what was going on clearly at the moment.

"I..I CAN'T, THE CRYOBEDS...THEY... THEY ARE LOCKED!!" Part of the ceiling just caved in crushing one of the cryobeds on the far right. Her delicate fingers drumming and rambling on the locking pad.

ALL PERSO BZZZZZZZZZT PLEASE BZZZZZZT EVACUBZZZZZZZZT


>Taylor, Calm down...i am here with you
>Go to the escape pods! leave them to me
>We are all gonna die here if we dont get it move on, let's go!
>[Ignore Taylor, Head straight for the escape pods]
>other

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Welcome Dragonball: Blue Star Quest! Taking place in the world of Dragonball, This quest will differ in that it is set many years after the Buu saga and the Z-Fighters are nothing more than legends now. You, the Readers/Players, will control the destinies of Nodal, Mallow, and Roni and their adventures of exploration and growing stronger as fighters.


>>Previous threads
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Dragonball%3A+Blue+Star+Quest

>Rules

I will update the story. At the end of the update I will either give story progression options or you will battle against opponents with dice rolling based attacks. After an undetermined amount of time I will tally up the decisions and continue the story based on your choices. Battles/Dice Rolling events will be the best roll out of the first FIVE rolls (First roll, first served). Lets have some fun with this.

>>Current Saga

Senzu Stalk Saga

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Some resources: https://mega.nz/#F!rFIDxRRK!IEzkLlroRoPwmDqtxKRMsw

Discord: https://discord.gg/GQMr35k

Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/G48KCHjz (Now updated with new stats and journal entries)

Chapter 8, part 1: >>1300406

"Listen, just give me some help and I'll dig up more dirt on the Adorned Princeps."

Conrad doesn't answer for several minutes, pulling viciously on his cigarette. Then, he finally says "Well, this has all gone to Hell in a handbasket, anyways. Might as well."

He leans out of his office door. "Neil! Get up here!"

A nebbish-looking man quickly rushes up the stairwell carrying a cup of coffee, his glasses askew. "Hereyougosirsorrysir!"
"What th- no, Neil, I don't want coffee! Give it to one of the goblins! Look, you used to be a librarian, right?"

"Yes, sir, well, actually I was STUDYING to be a librarian, never actually comple-"

"I don't CARE, Neil. Just help my friend Jerry with his research in the Archive, okay?"

"Okay, sir!" He quickly reaches up to adjust his glasses.

Conrad turns back to you. "You happy?"

>Yes, this will be fine.

>Who is this guy?

>I'd prefer to work with my thrall (try and bring Wyndham into this)

>Write-In

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Welcome to the poorly drawn realm of Drawtopia! Ruled over by Kingbloke Drawfag, the realm used to prosper under his rule. "Used to" is the key word here, for through his inaction, the realm became plagued with trouble, destabilising the rule that his kingdom had over the realm. Through this instability did new factions emerged, seeking their own goals in these lands.

This is, as the title said, a Builder. Builders differ from normal quests by having each player play their own hero/faction, instead of every player controlling the same hero/faction. This one mixes things up, however, by promoting players to draw art, no matter how crude or 'rubbish'.

Before the builder will begin, one would need to full out the stat sheet, in order to 'create' the faction. I will start the builder tomorrow, with the map, and will plan to update daily if possible. The rules and stat sheet will be in the next post.

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Your go, friendo.

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>Quest Twitter: https://twitter.com/Raptor_Chan
>Our /tg/ Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Muv-Luv

You were flying low, as usual, sea spray from Schultz’s Avenger in front of you rolling over the frame of your own TSA. In the back seat, Foss clucked his tongue irritably while fiddling with something you couldn’t see. The coast of Northern Germany was growing larger on the horizon, and you checked the loadout of your machine for what had to be the umpteenth time or so. Railguns, check, full ammunition loadout of .50 caliber rounds for the machineguns, check, thirty-six millimeter autocannons ready to roll, check, 120mm cannons ammunition selection mechanism functioning properly, check. Your manipulator hands were obviously working just fine, as you adjusted them slightly to improve airflow across the frame. You were loaded for bear, and nothing short of several divisions worth of BETA would give you or the rest of the squadron anything more than a slight challenge.
Why the fuck then, did you feel like you were flying into some kind of deathtrap?

“Foss, how’s our comms?” You ask, trying to find something else to think about.

“Well, currently I’m listening to our Polish friends jabbering with Malinowski about something I can’t understand,” he drawled, giving your feed a quick listen into the gibberish that passed for Polish. Flying slightly higher and behind you to avoid sea spray was what passed for your escort inland at the moment, the No. 308 Squadron. “No problems, just like the last ten times you asked me. I know you pissed Pam off, but do you really think she’d sabotage us? You’re crazy.”

“No fucking shit, but she’s crazier.” You monitored the instrument readings, especially the engines with extreme scrutiny. Something had to be wrong, you just knew it.

“She hasn’t tried to crush my balls with a wrench yet so you’re still crazier. Sorry Fischer.”

“Fuck off.”

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Mercenary 2030 Quest

>Mechanics: http://pastebin.com/JkfytG2X
>Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/CGK4nsrY
>Equipment: http://pastebin.com/QYsxy8aH
>Companions: http://pastebin.com/7Dpm66hh
>Previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Mercenary%20Quest%202030
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Mercenary%202030%20Quest
>Twitter: https://twitter.com/HaremProtaGuide
So, long story short I’m an adult now, got a big boy job and generally settled into life after school. My job has odd hours and I’m still learning things. But I’m running tonight and I’ll try to run more than once a year.
>Fate Point: 2
>Money: $565
>Equipment Carried: Tier 2 Assault Rifle. Tier 2 Armor. Tier 1 Pistol. Tier 2 Rucksack. Tier 1 Med-kit. Tier 2 Med-kit. Tier 1 Toolkit.

Your name is William. Not too long ago nobody knew that name but you. At least nobody at The Compound ever used it, “Hey you” was the kindest name you were called on any regular basis. Now though, you’ve been exposed to so much more. Safety, Comfort, Food, Knowledge, Friends. All things that you didn’t truly remember and had missed for so long. Now you had all of them. You were still learning new things every day, at least almost every day. Today you get to learn more, as you go “sight seeing” with Cath and Bellona.

There are two main things that you want to see today, handily they are both in the same place. There’s a “Statue of Liberty” which is a really big green lady and the ocean. From what you’ve read and heard the ocean is really big, so big that you can’t see even a piece of it at the same time. You’ve also been told that it’s made of water that you aren’t allowed to drink because it will do bad things to you.

Still, you believe what you’ve been told and you’re excited to go see things. Especially since you’ve got Cath and Bellona coming with you. The concept of friends is still new to you, but everyone in MMS is friends with you as far as you understand.

Currently you’re walking towards the ocean and the statue, Cath and Bellona on either side of you. Nobody is dressed in armor and you don’t have your rifle either, Morrigan told you not to as it would scare people. Mary said it was safe enough that you could even go without your walking around gear, but Nem said you should still be careful. You…

>Brought your pistol and knife like normal. You didn’t feel comfortable without them.
>You didn’t bring anything. It’s probably safe.
>Other.