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The random wanderings of an autistic goat with a shovel and a bucket.
Previous: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=GFQ

Opening theme! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uH3BpmtywJU


Leaving the outfitter’s with your new leather low boots feels very different from what you’re used to, having had just your socks for however long. You don’t know if these will last, but you didn’t have enough for proper traveling boots.

You don’t really care much. You have shoes now. Yay.

Udo told you that the adventurer’s guild was a place where you could make coin. More importantly, it sounds like you could find adventure there.

Which you think is something you’re maybe looking for?

If a place called ‘the adventurer’s guild’ didn’t have adventure, you would get a little mad.

Lulette appears on your shoulders again, balancing her plant against one of your horns and chewing a walnut. It’s late afternoon and the crowds of people are smaller, though they move away from Ashtia plodding alongside you anyway. Or maybe they’re moving away from the little Bushjack plant on your head? It looks scary, but also cute.

Cutescary. Scarycute.
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>>1011675

The guild is located at one of the corners of the market square and has big double doors for its entrance. The building isn’t very big itself, though when the four of you go inside it feels spacious. There isn’t any furniture other than some benches along the walls, and not much more than a dozen people standing around.

The adventurers look colourful, patchwork. The pieces of armour they wear over their clothes are often mismatched, and the weapons hanging at their waists or strapped to their backs look worn from use.

Some of them are shorter or taller, some have tails or claws or funny ears, and at least one is scaly. One young woman leaves as you enter and a big white owl perched on her shoulder hoots amicably at Ashtia, who puffs in response.

You look around and listen to the noisy chatter. They’re loud and rude, but when talking to each other they sound like old friends.

Across the room there’s a young lady behind a counter. You see someone approach her and present a little metal circle plus a big cloth bag dripping weird-smelling liquid. The lady takes both with a smile, counting and handing out coins in return.

There’s also a board with lots of squares of papers nailed to it on the wall to your left, with only a few people standing around looking at it.

Nnnn. Udo told you about this place, but didn’t tell you what to do here.


>

[ ] Stare at the board with the papers for a bit.
[ ] Talk to the lady behind the counter.
[ ] Pester someone nearby.
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>>1011681
> Stare at the board
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>>1011675
Oh boy time for goats!
>[X] Talk to the lady behind the counter.

The board surely holds adventure aplenty but I think a little help will get us where we want to be much faster.

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Warning: Contains spoilers. Please read ACT ONE & ACT TWO PT 1

ACT ONE:
http://boards.4chan.org/qst/thread/983100#lr997812

ACT TWO PT. 1
http://boards.4chan.org/qst/thread/997624#lr1008165

It is the 41st Century, space shuttles that can bend the reality of space and time are a possibility.

Daemons are a slave-like army made from a variety of different races captured by an unknown patron of a corporation. Daemons are usually the offspring of Prisoners of War. They're bred from day one to be obedient, loyal, and deadly through the use of a Neuron Chip.

Daemons, when traveling through time and space, are kept in Hydro-Hallucinstasis Pods. It simulates a real, normal life in the twenty-first century.

A system failure has caused the ship to stop mid-space, life support for the entire ship threatens to fail.

Daemon 1776 has gained full reign of her body after the deactivation of her Neuron Chip. After a brief visit with THE WITNESS, 1776 made a promise to kill THE WITNESS in exchange for her eyesight back in the form of a supernatural RED BLINDFOLD.

The next post of mine will begin ACT TWO PT 2 of the quest.

Note: It'd be best if you read ACT ONE and it'd be extremely great if you read ACT TWO before playing ACT TWO PT 2, but it doesn't really matter.
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With a dopey head and a new eyepiece on her,
Avia wakes up and pushes her self up off the ground.
She takes unequips the OFFICER JACKET, it has no effect on her DEFENSE.
Avia hears noise coming from the hallway, it sounds like boots. They aren't cane tapping, just boots.
Hostiles?
Daemons don't normally wear footwear unless they were humans. Given as every pod in this room is practically filled with blood, she doesn't think it's friendly.
Reconnoiter or Abscond?
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>>1009362

>Abscond, did you equip the RED BLINDFOLD?
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>Reconnoiter

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The sound of wind howling echoes throughout the onyx building as an unending storm rages on outside in the desolate badlands. You sit at a long table reading within a dimly lit library. The book is fairly boring and dry as is the rest of this forsaken abyss. You look around the library watching little imps flutter around as they steadily come in and out to finish some task or duty to appease the whims of some demon higher in the chain or the Primals themselves. With a solid thud you close the tome and place it down as you absently stare into a nearby fireplace.

You sigh as you think about your less than fortunate luck as of late. This library was once yours and this castle was once under your iron will but the title of lord is long past gone and now boredom sets in and ebbs away at your mind. The days, weeks, months, years pass by begrudgingly slowly as you wait for something to do. The once demon lord of a Primal Evil is now just a bored greater demon. You look around the library in search of something until your glowing eyes rest upon an imp that is fluttering toward you.

"Hey big boss, fun place heres. Readings eh? Looks likes you gots a summonings here, yous be going to eh Terra 'cause some mortals be wanting to talk." The imp spews out hastily and the flutters off saying, "bets be going for them mortals then eh boss."

A wicked smile graces your face as you stand up and almost all your bones let out small yet satisfying cracks as you haven't moved around in sometime. You take the summon and make your way towards the summoning pits and activate the spell. Suddenly the world turns and spins in massively incoherent ways and you're forced down to kneel as a portal swallows you whole.

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Ash, dust, and smoke whip around you in a frenzy as the world stops spinning and you begin to stand from your knelt position stumbling slightly. Your massive muscles ache and begin to visibly move under your deep burgundy skin. Your wild crown of horns rake agains the stone ceiling as you stand and stretch. You cannot hear anything for a few seconds but your own breathing and the stones moving beneath your fee until a meek soft-spoken but obviously annoyed voice whispers, "Brother.. I-I can't see anything.. d-did it work?"

Another voice shushes and then says, "Be quite Lilissa, we must wait for him to speak and of course it worked. Father is the one who gave us the spell in the first place."

>cont
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The dust begins to settle and you stand there looking at twelve hooded figures standing in a circle around you in the dimly lit dungeon. Silence dominates the room and many speak to each other in whispered voices for a short time until they all fall quite. One steps forward and reveals his face and that he too has horns but not that of a demons. A tiefling. You notice then that the rest follow him and all reveal their faces and that they are all tieflings. You look around at them and their faces seem visibly startled when they lay their eyes upon your visage. You stand twice the size of the tallest amongst them and they all seem surprised about that fact. Your largest pair of horns, that reach around a foot and a half, scrape against the roof of the circular room and you stand in the center.

The first of them begins to fidget slightly and as your glowing red eyes make their way from face to face and then his solid golden red eyes connect with yours and he stares at you. Under more scrutinization you notice he has large straight horns protruding from his brow that curve back and slightly upwards. His hair is almost entirely black with a hint of some dark red, not unlike his firebrick red skin, and it's length is kept in a tight knot. He dots his eyes around the room before kneeling and clearing his throat.

"Great lord under The Primal Evil...

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What do you do?

>[A] Wrath
>[B] Hate
>[C] Lust
>[D] Gluttony
>[E] Sloth
>[F] Greed
>[G] Pride
>[H] "I answer to none."
>[I] ( Write in )
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>[D] Gluttony
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Welcome to the Demonic Invasion Quest!

The rules are simple but still need to be explained. Majority votes win and if we need to roll I will state it. Rolls are always the best out of three and critical rolls are taken either way. Everything else but combat is a 1d100 and combat is 3d10. (Yes I stole this dice system from other quests.) If anyone has any questions OOC then I will answer them after the written part just like this or within the discord server. (Yes. This too was an idea from another quest, the same quest to be exact.)

Twitter: @Kov_QM
Discord Server: https://discord.gg/XumPZQq

I apologize in advance as I'm writing all of this on my phone so there are bound to be problems so bear with me.

Tripping Into the Ocean

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General rules:

There is a 10 minute voting period after each post. Non-contradictory votes will be combined as best as possible.

Write-ins for all votes are always welcome and encouraged. They may not all make it into the post or be altered to fit in, but I'll do my best to at least try to address the spirit of the write-in.

Very important or contentious votes may be redone in a stricter voting system as circumstances warrant.

Combat mechanics are up in the air. Suggestions are welcome. We'll be trying some new things out so I appreciate your patience as we fine tune it. Stronger moves tend to take more time and have more cooldown than weaker moves, so beware of that timing. I also want to try a more varied turn system so you and your opponent can do a few things in a row more often. Speed is more important for closing ground, intercepting, and other things and doesn't necessarily mean going first.

Call me out on a mistake and receive a suggestive picture.

Pokemon:
Gobble (Munchlax)
Mace (Roggenrola)
Belladonna (Roselia)

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>>1008839
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REMINDER
JOHN IS PURE PURE
TRUELY TO PURE FOR THIS WORLD
alzo
FISHING A IS BEST RECREATIONAL ACTIVITY
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>TRUELY TO PURE
butt please

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Previous Threads:
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A clueless god named Alagos awoke in a dark room, socialized and had sex with some nice girls, and went to Hell. He is currently on assignment at a barricade in Wrath, the sixth circle of Hell. He has a .50 caliber gunner's nest, a psychopathic partner, and an arsenal of weapons stored in a pocket dimension.

What do you do?
>[]Ask Jordan for food. You haven't eaten since Gluttony.
>[]Sit in silence, maybe think about something edgy.
>[]Other.
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>>1008647
>[]Ask Jordan for food. You haven't eaten since Gluttony.
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>>1008647
>Start musing on where you go wrong
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>>1008915
>>1008995
"Hey, you have any food? I haven't eaten since Gluttony."
Jordan shudders.
"That was the worst. The maggots... well, my appetite's ruined, so here."
He tosses you a bag of Doritos. Where did he get these?
"I stole them from some guy yesterday. I'd ask him, but then he'd know I did it."
You open the bag and begin crunching cheesy triangles, staring off into the distance.
Your inner voice begins reminiscing.

Where did it all go wrong..? Well, I suppose it all started when I was born. Not much of an exaggeration. I woke up in a room filled with dead people. It went up a bit after meeting Krystal and subjecting Sasha to enslavement, but then... well, the part where it all went truly wrong was when Uriel showed up. First he told me Sasha couldn't come with me, then I was sucked down here. Well, it wasn't all bad. The keks were pretty good soldiers, and they had a lot of autistic fail stories that were funny. And then there was that meetup with Sasha in Lust. Mmm... and then the bag of swag you scored in Greed. I almost wish I had just stayed in that vault... almost.

You dig through the Doritos bag. Empty. Crap.
You ball it up and toss it away, trying to find a comfortable position on the gunner's chair.

Roll 1d100.

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PREVIOUSLY ON STARSHIP IDOLS: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Starship+Idols

“Lieutenant.” You look up at Azuma and Mills. In order to make things seem a bit official in your bedroom/office, you had to move your desk from the wall and spin it around so it faced the door. That way, when people walked in, the first thing they see is not your back but you working at your desk. It's just not an Officer's quarters if the subordinates have to wait for you to turn around and then...

Ah forget it. You're just deprived of alcohol and you needed something to take your mind off of it.

“Lieutenant.” Azuma says to you, “We're a little worried about the Idols.”

“Oh? How so?” you ask as you sit in your less than official chair. It's just some random office chair, it's not even those nice custom leather seats a general would have. Though, being a Lieutenant... Ugh. You really need a drink. Several days in space you really run out of things to do. Still, maybe it is time for some quality time with the Idols.

“Well, you know Charlie, yes?” asks Mills. You nod. Yes, the Colonial Defense Force Idol you picked up several days ago back on Myrmido. “We get the feeling she isn't integrating properly.”

“Integrating?” you ask. What.

“She doesn't seem to fit the uh... profile that we expect of an Idol,” says Azuma. “I know you've probably said you're not interested in an Idol but more of someone with actual combat experience, ma'am. But have you seen the way she acts?” He leans in close, a very judging expression on his face. “She's been checking out some of the Fleet crew.”

“So?” you ask. “Fleet guys are handsome!” As wimpy as they are to join Fleet in the first place, Fleet does seem to have that weird policy of recruiting only attractive people. Hell, even their crusty old people have that aged fine wine charm to them.

“She's been checking out both genders,” says Mills bluntly. Oh.

… well, she's not wrong. “Look.” You hold up a hand, smirking. “You guys are making a mountain out of a wee mole hill. She can't be that bad, right?”

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Azuma and Mills have led you down to the suit hangar. There you see Rosalie in her suit doing practices with Burkett in his. “Left!” Rosalie's suit jets strafe her to the left. “Right!” This time. Her feet however plant too soon and she skids down to her knees. “No! No! Commit! Don't force yourself down too soon! Wait for gravity to put you down! Get up and again!”

Rosalie holds up a hand, panting heavily in her suit. She's been at this for a while now. “Okay!” She jogs on down to the end of the open space, a large maintenance area. You remember these open areas of the suit hangar. You used to use them to practice your strafing. Not too shabby on Burkett for having the same idea. Several technicians watch from the side. And you can see Stacy and Olga in their I-Suits watching, waiting by their own suits. Naka as well films them on her PDA.

[1/2]
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[2/2]

And as for Charlie?

She sits back on top of a crate, the top buttons of her combat shirt undone to show her respectable cleavage. Her legs are spread far enough to let a train run by. And her boots are missing, letting her bare feet hang by. She sits alone in the corner, watching everything happen. She was still a bit dirty, her clothes were definitely not regulation even if they were just standard CDF dress, and she still looked like a mutt.

“Alright!” yells Burkett. “Right!” Rosalie strafes right, skidding to a halt on her feet, her weapon aimed at the ready. “Left!” She strafes left again, but again plants her feet too soon. This time however, she goes skidding right into a pallet of barrels, almost knocking over some technicians. “Jesus Christ, Rosalie. A man with no legs could have this down! Get up and get back to the start!” Rosalie pushes herself up, hurrying back. “We can do this all day! Or we can do this all season long! I don't care, statistically you're going to get it right!”

“What's the big deal?” you ask Azuma. “So she's sitting alone?”

Mills says, “Perhaps she needs a gentle push in the right direction, ma'am.”

> “Fine. I'll talk to her.”
> “Hey, girls. Wanna go chat up with Charlie?”
> “She's fine. She's a tough girl.”
> Other
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>>1008488

> “Fine. I'll talk to her.”
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>>1008488
>fine I'll talk to her
(Posting is hard on mobile)

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Ogres of the Swamp, the strongest and proudest family on the plains

Quick rundown available upon request for easy introduction.

~24hr turn

Previous Thread Archive

1: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/970402/
2: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/991348/

Previous Thread
>>991348 (Last update in there)
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>>1005475

Beginning of last update. It's like 3 posts
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Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>1008402
>Human slaves: ~15
Did we not get a bunch of new ones with our lassoes?
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Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>1008402
Have another roll

>Diplomacy with Mountain Ogres: Ask them what they (and trolls and gobbos) think of the Gobbo King. See who they'll be loyal to in coup.

>Use new source of rocks to continue construction projects.

>Research: Jooze Pottery

River Camp:
>Look for sources of wood (use gnoll/human axes to fell trees) and also help collect clay for pottery.

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Iris Miller
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I couldn't let mother know what I was planning, and I can't trust Alex or Karla with knowledge of the secret little "Rebellion" I was planning. Sure both of them love me dearly, and I love them just as much, but the simple fact of the matter is that both of them would probably expose me if I told them, whether for my own safety or Marla's. I don't want to risk this trip on trusting them, even if they might help me. I sigh, as I roll the map I've been thinking over off the table I've brought up into my room, setting it next to the demonic tome with the closed eye.

Luckily however, I know most of my family won't tell mom about this, and could help me and...if they give me any reason not to believe them, I can always rely on Mali. I don't know why, but for some reason I feel...worried and almost scared. Unlike when I left to find Jasmine and Elizabeth...I don't know if Marla wants to come back, and that scares me. Sure things have brightened up since I got those two home, and being around them is fun, but I know there's still something missing in my family, but its even more obvious than before!

Gritting my teeth, I fall to the floor, clutching my head with my clawed and fur covered arms, my wings wrapping around my front as my tail slams into the ground. Its so obvious what they're all thinking...when Elizabeth stares wistfully at nothing, When Jasmine stops herself mid sentence and looks like her heart has been torn apart. How grumpy Alex has gotten lately, the look of learning and sadness in Karla's eyes whenever she sees my present aunts. The chairs left empty, the Silence whenever I bring try to bring the matter up, the pitting look dad gives me when I do.

I'm not one to fall to my emotions this easily, but its just...overwhelming to me, this sadness, this anger, this pain.

I sigh and begin to stand, reaching for my glasses, trying to find them judging from the sound they made when they fell.

instead I touch Mizuki's hand, as she giggles

"Need some help lil sis?"She asks in a breathy way "Seems you're having a little trouble rebelling...but I'm good at breaking those silly rules and laws...I can help for a price"

I stare at her blurry face, hidden behind the shadows of her worn hoodie. She grins widely, and a sudden cold washes over me.

My eyes narrow as I sigh, and stand back up, grabbing my glasses from her.

"If I get desperate, I'll ask you, sister" I say, wiping them clean as I walk away "Sorry if I'm being rude, but I need to see if I can get help elsewhere"

She gasps and groans "So cruel, come on, don't be like this Iris! I just want to help"

"I know, but if you help me, I'll have to do something that'll get me grounded" I say coldly as she pouts and whimpers "for years"

She turns away and smirks, saying nothing as I walk away from her
Cont
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>>1015141

"Buuuut, I know a thing about marla, no one else knoooows" She says in sing song, as my heart beats once.

I turn back to face her, clutching my chest

"Oh, I've finely got lil sis' attention" She says cheerfully, clapping her hands as I stare at her, debating with myself whether I should risk mizuki's

What do I do?
[] <Switch to Mali>
[] Ask her what exactly she'd need me to do
[] Ask her what she knows
[] Turn around and go ask someone else for help
[] "why didn't you tell me before then?"
[] "So, Mizuki, I have a question for you, why do you keep causing trouble"
[] "How did you get up here or...even fit through the hole?"
[]"....Why not ask Mali, I'm sure she'd be happy to help you"
[] Write in

Also, a massive storm is going to hit my location tomorrow and last for a few days. really hope it doesn't black out when it starts
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>>1015147
Glory, madness, and turning half of the people we meet into cute girls. And that's in a slow thread.

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Far off, nestled in an otherwise small Japanese town lies the Dark Gate Academy. An institution of tremendous size, the Academy holds a long kept secret. Unknown to the outside world, this unseemly town is home to a tear in our reality. A gate between our world and a bizarre dimension known as the Darkworld. The inhabitants of this hellish world breach this gate and attempt to flood into our reality and spread throughout the world on a regular basis. However, the Dark Gate Academy is home to students of truly extraordinary abilities. The ability to sense the presence of these evil Darkworld creatures, and defeat them in combat, sending them back through the gate.

They cannot close the rift between our world and the Darkworld, but the students and staff of Dark Gate Academy have dedicated their lives to using their amazing powers to hold back the darkness that plagues our world, even if it costs them their lives. They have risen up to the challenge and in secret have become great heroic defenders of the world as we know it.

For many years, Dark Gate Academy has held back the forces of the Darkworld, kept this unspeakable evil contained within their walls. But a dark cloud approaches, and times are about to change. A new chapter in the tale of Dark Gate Academy is about to begin.

>Previously on Dark Gate Academy...
You found the spell required to find Hermes, but also learned of the dangers involved.
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“Is everyone ready? This could be a very dangerous mission.”

You sit in the dormitory common room with a lot on your mind. Saki is giving the mission briefing to those who have gathered... the vast majority of Class 2 and the club members from Class 1 lead by Kazuma. The mission to find the Demidemon Hermes and kill it, the only way to cure Rei of her terminal disease. You look over to see the weakened Rei in the corner, being carried princess-style in the arms of the stoic Akira. She has to be present at the death of Hermes in order to feel the healing effects, but she can barely move in her current condition. Isamu continues to fuss over her as he is known to do, with the ever cheerful Akemi clinging onto his back. Isamu, for all his perversions and goofy tendencies, really does love that girl... and you'll never forgive yourself if you fail them.

Reiji is preparing the spell with Hoshi, with some help from the two twins of Class 1 who will also be joining the mission. You have the numbers, but if what the twins said was true... your numbers are nothing. This Conqueror... he rules over his own civilisation in the Darkworld. An actual civilisation... with an army. There's no way you could possibly take on an entire army of Darkworlders... and considering you're mission is to kill the spawn of The Conqueror, there's a good chance he may send his army after you. Thankfully, the tome Reiji and Hoshi have allows for them to make a quick escape from the Darkworld, but then Rei would...

All in all, you'll have to work quick. Rei doesn't have much time left. This mission is your last chance.

You wait around in the common room while the final preparations are made. Just as you do, a familiar face slowly slinks into the corner of the room to complete the Class 2 attendance. Standing in a black cloak and a grim expression on his face, Raiden Yoi seems to have joined the mission.

“Raiden!” Akemi screams with delight as she rushes over to the corner. “Where were you?”

“Training,” Raiden explains. “I've been living in the shadows... where I belong. I am no longer human, I am a being of pure vengeance, who lives only to destroy each and every-”

“You cloak is cool!” Akemi smiles, flapping the end of it around. “Woosh!”
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“Stop that,” Raiden replies. “I don't have time for games anymore. I have to get stronger, in order to destroy the Darkworld. To personally massacre every last one of those-”

“Ah, you're just saying that!” Akemi laughs. “When this mission is done do you want to get ice-cream?”

“No.”

“Oh... cotton candy?”

“No.”

Akemi pauses, then smiles warmly. “Looks like somebody needs to board the hug train!”

“Don't call it that.”

“But you love trains!” Akemi laughs. “And you really love hugs! Come here!”

Akemi wraps her arms around Raiden's waist like a Koala around a tree and squeezes as tightly as possible.

“Let go, leave me alone...” Raiden protests.

“Huuuuuuuuuuuug!” Akemi smiles, rubbing her cheek against Raiden as she hold him close.

“Stop it!” Raiden protests once more. “Akemi, please...”

Looks like Raiden is joining this mission to improve his strength. After that... he intends to kill Yami, and separate himself from Akemi entirely in the process. You can't say you look forward to that one. Still, it's good to have one of the Class' better fighters joining in, especially when he's fresh off of training.

You look over to the other side of the room, where you see Kazuma sitting by himself. You're surprised to see him acting all moody and separated from his club pals, and you're especially curious about the note that he keeps taking out of his pocket, reading, and becoming more deflated with a sigh.

>Hey Kaz, what's on your mind?
>Yo, where's your girlfriend? You know, the merchant girl?
>I expect you to be on top form for this mission. No moping around.
>Leave him be, you're probably the last person he wants to talk to.
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>>1014046
>>Yo, where's your girlfriend? You know, the merchant girl?
>>I expect you to be on top form for this mission. No moping around.
Crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal.

Cause one of our healers left.

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How does it go? The first lesson, something even the children know: Life flourishes given four elements. Carbon, oxygen, nitrogen, and hydrogen.

Those boxes were checked. We’d taken pains not to track water in, stashing our raincoats outside and toweling our feet off, but I could still hear the rush of icy rain on the glass roof and feel the warm still greenhouse air in my lungs. Bioluminescent jellyfish, or jellyfish-derived creatures, swam in repurposed lightbulbs, bathing the room in cool blue light. There was an old desk that might once have been a schoolteacher’s in one corner and two cabinets full of labled fertilizers and additives. The rest of the room was full of tables covered in plants: lotus lillies in shallow tanks, miniature versions of several kinds of builder’s wood trees, branches at neat right angles, a bathtub-sized pitcher plant, lips covered in tiny hairs, several flowers Nicholas or Ianthe might recognize, a high trellis of broad-leafed creepers ringing the room, a thilberry graft, probably one of the latest Sous Reine varieties. None of it looked poisonous, but the hazard placards weren’t Academy standard and I wasn’t hungry or dumb enough to check or even touch.

Carbon, oxygen, nitrogen, hydrogen. I could flourish here.

[this quest is based on Wildbow's Twig serial.]

[feel free to ask questions~]
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Chances of poisoning aside, I liked the room. Everything was quietly labeled in a sensible scheme designed to keep people from prying, and the fact that our target had gone to that trouble meant she’d done good work. I liked good work, even if it made my job harder.

Not, of course, that any appreciation would stop me. I liked eating, and so did the others, but it was more childish than that. Losing would mean we'd wasted our time, and the job was an easy one anyway.

We were on a mission, so I couldn't fully relax, but I took a breath and let something inside myself uncoil. Theo would warn us if anything was about to go wrong.
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[Nicholas, Ianthe, and Theo]

Ianthe wouldn’t appreciate the room, I knew. She was enjoying the quiet, but she also liked to be seen, and her flawless deep brown skin and black shoulder-length gloves made her almost invisible in the dim lighting. Black people were a relative rarity in this part of the Crown States; black people who held themselves with her poise unheard of. People assumed she was a pleasure toy or noble’s pet, and they weren’t far off.

In any case, we were alone here—and hopefully we’d be that way for a while. Ianthe preferred audiences.

Nicholas wouldn’t understand either. He was Ianthe’s opposite, in both appearance and preferences, though both were social in a way Theo and I weren’t. People assumed he’d grayed his hair himself, as a status grab in a world where only the poorest and richest went gray. He probably would have, too, if it hadn’t been done to him. His ideal environment might be a crowded library or lecture hall.

Theo was lookout because he could stand the cold and because he liked being outside, even during the middle of the night in pouring rain, but mostly because nobody else wanted the job. He wouldn’t get it, and I wouldn’t ask him to - but he wasn't here, and so speculation was pointless.

I gave myself two more seconds to appreciate the space, and then I went to work.

[roll 1d6 for setting traps]
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Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>1011810

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You are Paxious Dromus, Zabrak Jedi Initiate at the Academy on Tython during the Cold War between the Sith Empire and Old Republic. You’ve just learned that Kay Korrobi, a possible master for you and the sister of your friend Ara, is one of the mysterious Jedi Shadows.

Master Beril looks through the archives by hand while answering your question on Jedi Shadows.

“Tell me, Paxious, have you ever heard the legends of Revan?” Master Beril asks you as she walks from the archive, datapad in hand. She arrives at a desk in the center of the library and sits down as she begins to read through the datapad. “Perhaps you’ve heard of the Revanchist or Darth Revan. At some point he had another name, but it is lost to time.”

What will you say?

> ”I’ve heard of Revan.”
> ”Never heard of him.”
> “What does this have to do with Jedi Shadows?”
> Write-in
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>>1008415
>”I’ve heard of Revan.”

"But you'll have to excuse me if the stories I heard were hard to believe while living on a farm."
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>>1008415
>”I’ve heard of Revan.”
"The name sounds familiar" I doubt pax would know the full story

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>Discord Channel: https://discord.gg/H7BCCvz

Before we begin our story, we have to make a protagonist.

Which gender would you like or go with Nicholas "Nick" Burkhardt for default.

Male or Female?
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Notice: This RP will cover the first two seasons of the show, whenever its going to be loose or faithful to the events of the show.
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>>1008188
Im good with male
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>>1008188
>Female

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You are Brianna la Croix, devoted spouse, and right now you need to put on your spiritual advisor hat (conveniently, it looks identical to your day-to-day hat, your necromancer hat, and your smoking hat) and counsel your Hero.

You give Nathan a hug around the shoulders and pull back with a sideways smile. "Nate, don't worry about it. Just be you, you know? Just...be you."

"I...haven't been anyone else lately, have I?" Nathan asks in vague confusion.

You laugh, lightly. "No," you confirm, still smiling. "But if I told you to hold back all the time, to not...I'd be asking you to be someone else. I wouldn't ask you to live your life as someone else, Nate. I won't ask you to end your life as someone else either. I'll miss you if you manage to die heroically. I'll be mad as hell. But it's your life, and your death, you know?"

"Thanks," Nathan answers, with a hot, grateful blush.

"That doesn't mean you're off the hook. Amy's your loving wife too, you know," you point out.

Nate groans.

"You chose thiiiiiis," you sing out, teasingly. "Some advice, since you're a la Croix now?"

"Sure." Oh gods his blush is fucking adorable.
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"You do the most good, for the most people, that you can," you tell him, softly. "One of those people has to be you. But 'that you can' is pretty important too. Some people you can't do good for; they won't let you, or they won't change, or it's just not your place to step into their life. Some people you can't save, Nate. And if you die trying to save someone you just can't...well, you can't help anyone else."

"I...understand," Nathan agrees, a little uncomfortably.

"Sounds cold, doesn't it?" you ask, sympathetically.

"Yeah. Sometimes I wonder how your family got involved in necromancy and then there's times like this when it's very clear that your morals were shaped by centuries of it."

You give Nate a kiss on the forehead. "Go talk to Amy. Do yourself a favor and apologize. I need to hit dinner."

"Good luck, Brianna."

"You too, Nate." You whistle for Fetch, and your familiar attends to you immediately; he chirps an apology to Amy and bobs to your side at high speeds.

"My queen?" you avian knight asks, humbly.

"We're heading to dinner with Rachael and likely Mister Sykes," you tell him. "I'd like you to come with me."

Fetch chirps his approval, and the two of you head belowdecks. Rachael and Sykes are indeed waiting for you, with a full spread of food that you immediately feel vaguely guilty about before you remember that no one on this ship but the ones you brought with you actually needs to eat, and as a result this is probably what /everyone/ eats.

"...Okay, correct me if I'm wrong but ships are supposed to have more officers than this, aren't they?" you ask, with genuine curiosity.

"Yes," Rachael answers, simply. "But I think you'll find it to your advantage to only have to deal with me and Mister Sykes. Please, sit, eat. The cook worked hard to impress his new Captain."

You note the somewhat accusatory tone to Rachael's use of your title and take a seat. You help Fetch up onto the table and then load your plate up with meat, fish, potatoes, and various kinds of cheese and bread. "It smells glorious," you compliment, honestly. "...If it helps, Rachael, you're not the only person in this relationship who's confused."

"I ain't confused about nothin'," Sykes comments. His plate remains empty, and your chief gunner gives you neither a sullen nor a sad look, but rather a tired one. "How do you want this to be, Captain?"

> Ask how they came to serve
> Try to find out what it is Rachael and Sykes want
> Inquire as to why Sykes is here with Rachael rather than any of the other officers
> Present your own case
> Write-in?
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>>1007875
>Ask how they came to serve
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>>1007875
>> Ask how they came to serve

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Listen /qst/, I'm tired tonight but I really feel like doing a thread about anything. Seriously. Just suggest any sort of topic and if it gets enough votes I try to do it as best I can. There are no real restrictions but be smart about it. I haven't watched every anime/movie/tv show or read every comic/book.
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A pirate quest, hijinks on the high seas
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>>1009587
A world where anons can make characters and control them and use them to fuck with other people, or do something useful and make their characters better from getting stuff/doing things across the world.
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>>1009635
yarr matey
>>1009654
that sounds neato

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Please pick your region to begin your quest in the WORLD OF POKEMON!
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Space
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>>1008086
unova but whit all regions pokemon
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>>1008094
This seems easier to pull off.

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