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>>893364
>A
Time for imouto quest.

>>893384
Looks like you win. Writing

Oh! Bro! I saw Kana a minute ago, can we go talk to her pleeeeease~! Dizzy begs.

Looking at Amy you can see her wiping her tired little eyes, but five minutes of talking won't hurt "Sure thing. We should hurry. Your sister looks pretty tired" You say kneeling down to let Amy get on your back.

"No I'm not!" Amy replies. But you can tell she is lying.

Dizzy begins walking over to where she last saw her little friend and looks around. But can't find her. After about a minute of looking Dizzy has a great idea. "KANAAAA!" Dizzy yells out as loud as possible. Getting more than a few odd looks from other fair-goers, and stopping most movement around you.

"Dizzy is that you!" A little girls head pokes out from the crowd a little ways away and is getting closer. Soon she is there standing with you. A Woman with long black hair is carrying her on her shoulders but goes out of her way to avoid making any kind of contact with either you or Dizzy.

Kana jumps off the woman's shoulder and goes over to Dizzy and they begin talking and laughing. Leaving you with this woman.

>A) Wait for them to finish talking and go home
>B) Introduce self to the woman
>C) Ask about the book Kana said she had ( Smart )
>D) Hit on her (Cool, 1d100)
>E) Other

>>896683
A bow and arrow? Do we only get one arrow?

>>896704

Correction: You get a quiver of twenty arrows with your bow.

Just to be absolutely clear. You're after multiple players, each with their own character, right?

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Shill stuff:

Tw: @StarbornQ
Cs: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1csg7vC-Yz10aAqk9ZwdCNv24obLGTtM5p6bKkPq1Pgc/edit#heading=h.74gk3dg6mvjp
Discord Invite: https://discord.gg/xM2aCYq

Starborn Thread 0: https://yuki.la/qst/486356
Starborn Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Starborn
Cabin Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Cabin
Lewd Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/u/StarbornOP

"Change the wind. Let's get our new friend seconds." You command and are pleased to see C45513 and hansen on their ball. A game. that's what you meant their A game.

You think.

But as Glaurung's snout twitches as he lifts a head half the size of your little cabin. [THE SCHOLAR] stops her filming instantly. She sucks her finger and holds it up and immediately panics.

She heads paralell to the wind like the clever bitch she is, making sure to stay in the foliage and woods.

Your dragon lazily stirs and extricates himself from the cave to which he was usmmoned. In no rush to pursue her.

But wings that have not flapped since time immemoriam extend, membranes straining with muscle memory hard coded into eons old memories.

With a single graceful flap of the terrifying wings; an ancient force of nature takes flight. Taking to the air as if lifting the metrci fuckton of tonnes of weight were nothing.

Even your hair stands on end at the sight.

> Pay attention to the hunt

> Keep tabs on the Cabin

> Write-In

>>892922
Oh Hey Star.
When's the next Starborn?

>>892928
> Keep tabs on the Cabin

Old Thread: >>880502

>>892931
When we finish this ritual, but life is keeping me super busy so can't promise dates for any session right now.

>>893159
>C) Space
The best powers

>>893159
>A) Music

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Is three votes too many?

>>897085
Name: Jeffery "Long John" Jackson
Race: Manhorse
Class: Heavy Weapons Expert - High Caliber/Explosive (although, Jackson elegantly put on his resume 'Professional Badass and Designated Meat Shield'.)

Favorite Things:
1) Smokin' hot pussy.
2) Getting banished.
3) Making shit.

Note: Keep this one away from most metals and alloys. Especially iron.
-Dr. H.S. PhD

>>897106
>Jeffery Jackson, a Gnoll who was gifted with a morphed head that imitates that of a horse. He was banished from his tribe because he had sexual intercourse with the Chieftan's daughter. Now he is here, trapped by the humans and forced to fight ungodly creatures for their entertainment.
>>897106
>As Jeffery watches the gate slowly open to his cell to reveal the sunlight, he can hear the crowd cheer at the battlefield he is being sent into.
>Jeffery has a short sword, padded armor, and a buckler for his fight in the arena.

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>>897162
"Alright, let's throw down, baby!"
Run in nice and swagtastic.

Trial #1

Everyone walks out of the elevator onto the roof in silence. Around the edges of the roof are 10-foot-high cement walls blocking preventing you from seeing anything but a black and gloomy sky. You think you feel a drop of rain on your nose, but no other moisture seems present. On top of the glass skylight are 9 podiums and a reclining chair all arranged to face each other.

“Come on, time is money and people get bored easily.” The mechanical bear steps out from behind the chair and takes a seat. As usual, Monoscrap’s voice sounds like it’s coming out of blown out speakers. “Here’s the deal, to stop the guilty party from running or trying to kill anyone else if he or she is caught there are chains at the base of each podium that I expect you all to place around your legs. They are all controlled by a remote and will unlock once the trial is over.” Hesitantly, everyone picks a podium and attaches their legs to the ankle bracelets.

Monoscrap lets out a small laugh. "Ok let’s get this show on the road!"

Rules for trial:
>In a trial, the story with be much more limiting so that it is possible to solve the mystery. The two biggest changes are that “write in” will no longer be an option and there is a right and wrong choice. Each round people will give their statements and it will be your job to point out any contradictions with the evidence that you are given. You have infinite guesses, but with each guess wrong you will gain a point. If by the end of the trial your points are less than twice the number of questions you will be rewarded with an extra “something”.

Nonstop Debate 1:

Reginald: I suggest we start things off with something that has been bothering me.
Brittany Ann: The reason you don’t use he buddy system?
Slate: I think he is talking about the murder weapon.
Reginald: Yes, we still have no idea what was even used to kill him, but I think that it’s the key to this.
Jeremy: I never found anything in the Lego Store when we looked.
Jordan: Nor did the we find anything in the Hot Topic.
Brittany Ann: Maybe there just aren’t any tools designed to kill around here.
Reginald: That is a possibility.
Monoscrap: Nope, I made sure that there were murder weapons.

Please state the incorrect statement and the evidence that proves it.
>sharpened metal rods
>Reginald’s alibi
>Slate’s Peso
>Alexander’s bed

>>892715
Sorry if i take too much time to answer, i'll be checking the archives for a spell and brb

>>892573
>Buy a mask on the way

>>892573
Aquire mask.

>>892573
>>Buy a mask on the way

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The temperature in the training room is low. Very low, to the point of near-freezing. It is the closest approximation that Tundra has to training in his home of Arctika, for he is very much at comfort in the cold. His meditation now takes him to a calm place within as he sits at the heart of the large chamber, eyes closed and hands on his knees, but the truth is he doesn't feel very calm at all. He has found himself distracted ever since their last voyage into the Netherrealm.

Although Noob Saibot was defeated thanks to the treachery of the cleric of chaos, Havik, he had overwhelmed them prior. He and his Army of Darkness could very well have been victorious on that day when he lured them into hell, and once they had the orb they were forced into retreat. This was especially stinging to him, for his uncle yet remained. Three times now they have fought, and three times he has failed to get the upper hand without some manner of outside intervention.

When he was a child, he was spared. In Outworld, they used the ancient crystal heart of the cryomancer civilization and its power to temporarily destroy Noob's physical form, but he returned in the Netherrealm. And now most recently, their mission to his spire, which could have failed if not for the unknowable wiles of Havik. This frustrates him to no end; Noob Saibot has forever been a petty, narrow-minded and malevolently malicious fiend, but his power is greater than he alone can overcome.

He has often wondered what would happen if he were to face the wraith alone and with no way to defeat him other than his own power; could he succeed and overcome his shadowy relative? Noob has hindered him in no small manner, both physically with his blind eye and mentally with this doubt. It is precisely due to this doubt that he has focused on turning it into a drive to better himself. Though he is on a team, and though they have other enemies, Tundra has always seen Noob Saibot as his ultimate foe, and that is why he trains to defeat him now.

He opens his eyes. "Program, activate."

The dark and chilled chamber suddenly lights up as blue holograms begin to form all around him. Ever since reverse-engineering what little technology of Rellim Ohcanep they brought back with them on their accidental trip into that cyber-realm, the training room has become much more advanced. Though the technology is still in its early and experimental phase, the results have so far been very effective. Hardlight holograms allow the creation of solid environments to train in, rather than the flat terrain of the training room, and though still very rudimentary in nature these environments allow for a greater diversity of fighting experiences.

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>>893038

The program he has selected emulates a cave in Artika, with large structures of simulated ice rising from the floor and hanging from the ceiling; sharp icicles and stalactites. When this is done and the room has finished configuring, his opponent approaches. The training android fixes him with bright blue eyes and awaits his commands. While nearly everyone on the team has made use of the android, Tundra has something of a unique perspective on it, one he shares with Vapor and Frost, due to them both being Lin Kuei: the machine itself is a hybrid of current Special Forces tech and the old Lin Kuei's Cyber-Initiative, made possible again thanks to the reverse-engineering of Rellim Ohcanep's technology.

His father was responsible for the destruction of the old Lin Kuei and its corrupt ways of replacing flesh with machine, considering the latter superior and the former weak. Sub-Zero showed how valid that philosophy truly was when he defeated Sektor and annihilated his base. Not all of the information from the old Lin Kuei was destroyed, however, allowing Special Forces to discover a cache of it and from it create this android, a humanoid fighting machine prototype. For now, it is only used in training, and in Tundra's opinion it should be kept that way. His father proved that man will always conquer machine, and the concept of replacing true warriors with fabricated fighters is silly to him. It does, however, make for an extremely effective punching bag, in that it can punch back.

The android stares and then speaks in a monotone voice. "Please establish training perameters."

>Easy Difficulty
>Medium Difficulty
>Hard Difficulty
>Very Hard Difficulty
>Custom Setting: Noob Saibot difficulty

>>893044

> Is this even a decision

> Custom

Let's get stomped by skynet

>>892550
Miellewds-guy here. Sorry for being late.
Are you going to go through the list of tasks from the end of the last thread?

>>892606
I wanted to, but I guess no thread today since noone's here? might as well, im still tired and worn out from so many tests. Why the fuck did they had me go three times in the same day? It really really couldnt be over the YEAR they had to ask me to go there? it had to be on the last day?

>>892617
People may not be here because you didn't update the last thread with a link to this one.
I did it, so people who had the last page open waiting for an update should see it and come here.

>>898861
[Yosh! Pokemon time is go!]

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>>898861
IT'S HERE!

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>>898861
This calls for a celebration

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>>897974

[THE DRESS-UP CHALLENGE SHALL BEGIN AFTER A COUNT OF 60. ALL PARTICIPANTS PLEASE TAKE TO THE STAGE.]

Puzzlement is evident in your expression and frustration evident in your voice as you mutter a swear under your breath. The message fades away and reveals a luminous timer counting down from sixty seconds. You look around for the person or thing that is communicating this message but, once again, find nothing. The timer continues in its march towards zero.

“Jacky?” Calls out Jamie. “What does this ‘dress-up challenge’ mean? Shall I join you on the stage? Should you regroup with me here?”

A. “I think you should join me.”
B. “No, I’ll take this alone, whatever it is.”
C. “Have you ever seen this before?”
D. Write-in

>>897992
>A.
>C.
Welcome back mayor, always a pleasure to see you again.

>>897992
>B. “No, I’ll take this alone, whatever it is.”

>>863999

You gave your best speech for your idea to place Raiko on the throne, "The demons and dragons respect power and she has it more than anyone else around here. She is not clever but that's what the council of Lords will be for. And I am sure you two can just spin it the right way to your people. Something like Raiko still serves me with loyalty or I can easily manipulate that bird brain."

You try to collect your thoughts before continuing, but also look at the faces of your audience. Shiromitsu and Ryuga are waiting for you to continue, their faces scrunched in a way that communicates, “Andddddd….?”

"Ok course Lord Shiromitsu, you should be aware that Raiko doesn't like you much and Lady Ryuga, you do know how stubborn can it be. Plus I will be staying a while until you two either get married or things get calm enough. And I do want to expend some time with Shirabu.”

Being reasonable was good, but also you feel the need to complain to really get them thinking.

Also about Kakuri... what's that guy even doing as a Lord? He should be leading an assassination squad instead. Doesn't he have a little sister, a cousin or something? Because not only his arrogance is unbearable, he seems to think that just because he has the power to kill anyone that means anything to someone like the Master who just uses people as disposable pawns. Oh and he seemed to think the threat of death was enough to control a fanatic. Fanatics die for their beliefs!”

You look around frantically for something to drink, due to your, “I just want this to be over.” Mentality. Alcohol would probably have been preferable, but alas in this meeting there was none. You decide just to settle down, recollect yourself and wait for the lord's’ response.

Ryuga looks rather intrigued, “A puppet rulership then, haha, it could be… interesting…” The dragon lord smiles almost by reflex.

It was almost as if they ignored your ranting that came moments prior.

“It is a decent solution I suppose, the people don’t seem to like anyone of us universally and as a war hero Raiko could look appealable. My only concern lay in Shirabu, who is still seeking vengeance.” Shiromitsu extrapolated.

“No problem, I think that is going to work itself out soon enough…” Your mind drifts back to your little sister's eyes lighting up with bloodlust as she walked down to the dungeon to confront her parents killer. You convinced her to calm down but still, knowing her there is going to be a mess.

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>>894751

Ryuga and Shiromitu exchange a look before Ryuga announced, “We shall test this system then, at least to see how the people react.” She makes a point of adjusting and tidying her hair, it already looked perfect but she is likely just making a gesture to communicate her loftiness in the situation.

Shiromitsu respectively seems solemn before sighing, “Well with that settled we should return to management, Kakuri will be tried and executed tomorrow, Tharja is left to you and Shirabu. And we shall start to rebuild. Though I guess we should probably talk to your new proposed Lord of Wa first off.” Ryuga interjects, “She is likely with the young boy,” The dragon looks your way, “You should probably deal with that as you can likely convince him to let her go for at least the moment. Or at least, convince him to convince Raiko.”

“Understood,” you affirmed. Ryuga points down a hall, “She will be over there in a room that likely looks as if it has been badly burnt.” Unfortunately for Adrian, you have some idea why. Gulping you head down the hallway.

It wasn’t long till you came to a door that looked singed and barely together, it was quite from what you could tell but you didn’t know for sure. You knock, “Hello, Raiko? Adrian?” we need to talk, could you please answer the door if you are in there?”

Almost immediately the door was answered by a familiar young man in Wa style civilian cloth clothing, “Hey leader, how is it going?”

“Ummmm…. Okay?” you didn’t quite know what to make of this, he was bandaged all over but you didn’t know if that was because of his capture, or his, ahem* “activities.” Still, by his attitude he at least seemed mentally okay. It had been a little while since you last saw each other and you were concerned for his safety but he seems rather okay with all that is happening.

>”What happened to you?”
>”Raiko is becoming the Lord of Wa and you’re staying here so just let me grab her.”
>Write in

>>894767
>”Raiko is becoming the Lord of Wa and you’re staying here so just let me grab her.”

>>892945
You smile slightly. You’re not sure whether he was trying to intimidate you or not, but either way, you feel like he could be...fun. To mess with, that is. “Got ‘em off a dead guy,” you say nonchalantly. You can see the man tense slightly. “Figured he wasn’t gonna use ‘em anymore, so I helped myself.” To be fair, they WERE pretty comfy.

The man locks eyes with you, his expression promising a thousand things, and none of them pleasant. “That so.” It wasn’t a question. “Wouldn’t happen to know who caused his passin’, now do ya?” Cute. He was going for the full monty in intimidation. “Y’see, me n’ him were close...so whatever done ‘im in…” He scowls harder, which you didn’t think was possible. “I might have an issue with ‘em.”

You shrug casually. “Everyone’s got an issue with someone.” And it’s only then you meet his eyes, grin still on your face. “Why would you have an issue with me?”

His hand slams on the post right above your head as he leans in close. “Now listen ‘ere, gal! I got an’ eye for this, an’ I can tell you an’ me are gonna have PROBLEMS real soon! Bentley weren’t the best of folks, but he was proud and he was kin! I come round lookin’ for ‘im, nowhere to be found, an’ now I see you wearin’ his stuff- his gloves what he made himself and said he’d be buried with- and you say he’s dead, and by thunder you’re all but sayin’ you caused it!” His face is red, there’s spittle flying everywhere- it’s great. If messy. “Now, I know Bentley weren’t the best of fighters, so I can accept he got in over ‘is head, even by a pretty little thing like you. But you AIN’T keepin’ those gloves so long as I’m still breathin’! So hand ‘em over, or else!”

“Or else what?” WOW, you didn’t get to use that line too often, surprisingly.

“Or else you an’ I will have to find some other way ta settle accounts…” He shifts his shoulders in a clearly aggressive manner. Wow, this guy is really steamed! He’s red-faced and everything...kinda reminds you of a tomato about to explode.

> “Spoilsport.” Fork over the gloves. They’re not THAT comfy.
> “Nah.” This could be fun.
> Just laugh. The puffed up face he’s making is hilarious.
> Other

>>892946
>Other
>Ain't no one ever parted with a pair of gloves they found fair and square just 'cause someone said so pretty please. Maybe we don't got no particular attachment to them, or maybe we do. But either way, he's gotta offer us something in return, 'cause no one's ever gotten anything for free.

>>892946
I'll support >>892966 as a variation if "Nah". We are supposed to be talkative after all.
Sounds like he really wants these gloves!

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>>903173
You look at the card - pristine, pearly white with a border of golden feathers and neat scripted printed in shining ruby-red - then at Commander Blumstein. Then you urgently look around for a bottle of alcohol. You're left severely disappointed.

"… run that by me again?"

"Lucifer invited you to dinner," Commander Blumstein says. "Since this is the easiest way to know where he is, I accepted."

"… and what am I supposed to do when I get there?"

"Crush his pride," the Commander answers. "Lucifer draws power from his followers and worshippers. Once their faith in him is erased, his power will probably dissipate."

"So you want me to talk him to death." You stare at your Commander incredulously. "Because that will probably cause his power to dissipate. Probably."

"Essentially," the Commander says. "Who do you want to bring as your date?"

There are several problems with this plan - and calling it a plan is already quite generous - but since it's been decided…

- Orianne.
- Natsumi.
- Selene.

>>903183
>- Orianne.
This will probably turn into a fight and since we can't be sure he uses fire it's either The buffer or the Huntress.

>>903183
>- Orianne.

>>902973
>>Try and see who's using you as a bed-warmer right now...
>>Try and remember what happened...
>Panic just a little bit, praying you haven't ended up in the same bed as some admiral's daughter.

>>902973
>Try and see who's using you as a bed-warmer right now...

>>902994
This.