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>>802783
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>>802783

Perfect day on a cruise, when all of a sudden the actual loch ness monster shows up!

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>>802821
And so, Mr. Scott decided it was high time to hie himself away.

>>792423
>main road

>>792423
>Take the main road. It's the quickest way, but there are rumours of bandits on them. [Takes 5 days]

>>792436
Alright.I'll start writing.

Oh hey you aren't kill.

>Remain still and hope everyone stops looking upon thee
Freeze like a rabbit.

>>794205
You art too thicc.

>Humour the humans and try for conversation
Keep it going, bluff that everyone is trapped in there with you until someone agrees to come with you.

>>794205
> humour the humans
Ask what the special is

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>>792375
OH BOY LETS SEE HOW BIG THE FALLOUT IS FOR THIS SHITFIT.

>>792393
Bigger than normal but not as big as when we first introduced the Arrancar, would be my guess

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>>792375
Halibel glances at your wife. “I'm not sure I like the sound of that.”

“We all need to eat,” Yoruichi counters, “and it's not like the knife had feelings, or any higher thought processes at all. It's a kitchen utensil.”

“I suppose you have a point.”

“So we're just going to sit here and wait to see the results?” Urahara asks incredulously. “No planning for the possible outcomes?”

“What use would that be?” Halibel asks quietly. “What plans could you make based on no information?”

“Works for the Central 46,” Yoruichi chuckles.

You shrug. “Not really.”

“Also a fair point.”

“They're not going to like it,” Urahara persists.

“Well, there's not really anything they can do now is there?” you observe. “It's not like any of them could take Halibel in a fight, and the Royal Guard don't take orders from them. Speaking of which, it seems like Shutara's going to be giving us some leeway from here on, so it's not like the Royal Guard are even united in how to deal with us even if they tried to get involved.”

“In any event, sounds like Hueco Mundo has a new 'goddess',” Yoruichi muses playfully. “Good to know it's someone we know and trust.”

Halibel's expression sours. “If it were up to the Seireitei's government I would not be allowed rulership over their sewers, let alone Hueco Mundo. Nor am I certain I would want either.”

Kisuke's eyes narrow in thought, and he puts his hand to his chin. “The sewers, you say?”

“You've got that look again Kisuke,” Yoruichi observes warily. “What is it this time?”

“Just a theory. Nothing concrete.”

>Share. Maybe we can help validate it.
>Go. Work it out and come back.
>Unless it's important we have bigger issues (write-in)
>Other

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A week have passed since your amazing victory over Shimilia, days have been peaceful with little to nothing happening.

But to the important stuff, you can read now! You feel very smart about it! To be clear, everyone knows how to read, even Emily, she remembered by doing her homework.

Speaking of Emily, the cat food diet did wonders to her and lost a few pounds, her cat gut doesn’t stick out as much as before! She stayed as a cat the whole week because she wants to fully recover as a cat before attempting to turn back to human… Also, she didn’t want to go to school, because she’s lazy.

Shimilia left her grudge behind her and acted normally since. That’s good, no one liked depressed Shimilia. As for the wish, both of you settle it with the “demon princess” nickname, she knows call herself “[REDACTED] Sharpshooter Butterfly Detective Superstar Lighting Shimilia”…

Cif’s exercises are not doing great; you can tell he’s not made for this. But that didn’t stop you and won’t stop him!

Your classes just finished! It’s time to go home!

Shimilia is playing with a paper figurine; she’s enjoying doing thing related to reading…

“Let’s see who’s going to be your future husband!” She’s starts moving her hands faster.

“Pick one!”

You randomly picked a squared.

“Ilin, you get… Ilin? Oh rats. I should not include our names in these” She starts erasing and writing new names on the paper fold.

“Can we go now?” Cif asks.

Strangely, Joane looked uncomfortable the whole day, sadly you couldn’t ask why since she always left the classroom as quickly as she could when she finished her lessons, with the last one not being an exception.

You three left the building. A new guard in different armor seems to be waiting for you… where is Gahan?

“I’ll escort you for the day, orders from detective Zaina”

“What happened to Mister Gahan?”

“He’s… busy.” That can’t be good…

What do you do now?

>Let’s go home! Time to see if Emily is cured!
>Let’s go home! You are going to read the mysteries of Dad’s diary.
>Go to the Fortune Teller; during the week Joane told you he could help you with your spiritual affairs (your stand).
>Go ask Joane what’s wrong with her.
>Ask what happened to Gahan. Is he being detained?
>Write In.

>Ask who this new schmuck is.
>Ask what happened to Gahan. Is he being detained?
>Go ask Joane what’s wrong with her.

>>792165
Seconded

>>804474
>[2] Hold off

>>804474
>[1] Shoot

>>804569
>>804519
i'm gonna wait five more minutes then roll to break this tie.

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A few miles northwest of Winnipeg, an american plane has crashed, shot down by a Luftwaffe patrol unit. The Hull is fucked, but the interior seems to be mostly whole. The contents seem to be some sort of suspension device, so whatever cargo it had must've survived the crash.

The US POWs are asked to write letters and submit photographs to give to their families back home, and promised that they will be delivered and uncensored. They will feel free to write whatever they like.
The letters are varying in nature, some describing a fondness for their German captors, others a will for peace so that the men can reunite with their families, quite a lot about anger and disgust over the German invasion and the "bastard krauts taking over our country", but most describe sorrow, the sorrow of death of friends, family, and fellow soldiers. And a wish for revenge. The POW camps have seen a noticeable uptick in violence after the program was started. Should the letters be sent?

>>793023
The letters will be delivered to where they were written to. To the mothers and fathers, sons and daughters that they were addressed to.

As for the strange plane shot down, put it on high priority and have it sent to Greenland for study.

>>793023
For the front struggling to hold send 30 divisions and have them make beeline to reach the US lands and go attack New England. Make sure the soldiers are in the cities so if they drop bombs it will be on US lands.

>>803269
Start

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>>803279

>>803269
Make a pot of tea so we can properly welcome the nice young men in white coats.

>>799412
Condition: You are currently damp (from the rain), known (by at least some people on the island), and feeling watched (you're not sure why but it seems like a safe bet). You are also getting tired (it's been a long day).

Character Traits (the signs revealing that they exist):
Bartender (talk about liquor, able to pay attention to multiple things at once, look like you sleep in and stay out late)
Stick Fingers (has a bunch of credit cards without her name on them and a pock full off pilfered odds and ends she barely noticed taking)
Something Like Spider Sense (all your clothes are rip and stain free despite spending lots of time in dingy bars and rough areas)
Mysterious Weakness (everyone seems to know who you are lately)

Contacts:
Italo, a taxi driver, you have his card
Esa Main, a young unkempt moody looking man, or woman... hard to tell. Runs the Forrester front desk and is always drawing in a sketchbook. Has what he calls an "electric memory" and doesn't forget what he sees. He remembers your cousin.
Kimberly Summers, "a desperate college student from Darbane University is up next trying to make this months tuition". Also a performance artist who knew your brother. Member of the Alpha Rio Theta sorority. "vegan". Currently tied up and unconscious.
Frank, owner of Sad Mary's, overly connected and too well informed to just be a man running a bar, strip club, and underground fighting ring.
Hulk Smash, inquisitive and friendly member of a gang of satanists. His tattoos mix pentagrams with anime characters.
Thug1, Hulk's assistant and muscle. He grunts.
Sterling Holloway, socialite and wizard, wants to be your friend and help you find your cousin so the parties of the modern world don't go extinct

Clues (Things you might want to look into later or follow up on)
-Weird dude in a cherokee headdress with a badge saying SNS on it who works at The School of the Original Sensation, in a picture with your brother.
-The School of the Original Sensation, a consciousness raising educational facility that runs classes at 10, 2, and 6 on weekdays, taught primarily by Ben Windfeather and Daryush Madari, the founder of the school.
-Darron Kingston. Your cousin. Works in Cybersecurity. Likes guns. Disappeared five years ago until you found a picture of him on an obscure internet forum. Turns out he used to be a high class courier as well as a fighter at Sad Mary's. So far everyone on the island seems to have known him.
-The Black Car. Kim is terrified of it. It has a really expensive skull hood ornament. The satanist gang seems connected to it. The man you're meeting in it makes pretty good cocktails.

Corpses:
So far, none that you know of.

>>799419
Carrying:
Umbrella
cellphone, currently with no service
Purse: ID, $200, business cards
Esa Main's graphite pencil
A key belonging to Frank from Sad Mary's
A $5 bill covered in roman numerals belonging to Kim Sommers
That bottle of vodka you and Kim were going to drink
A precious stone that was in Sterling Holloway's car and just begging to come along with you
A Photograph of your cousin in front of the Forrester, a hotel built by a gargoyle obsessed artist

Stuff You Have (most of which is back in your hotel room):
Light weight travel bag on wheels
a change of clothes: white t-shirt, jeans, sneakers
Bar uniform: If you know King of Fighters then like King's outfit. Vest, pants, bowtie, gloves, women dress'
shoes
A rented room in the Forrester for a week. Strangely, it's the same room your cousin stayed in.

A note on how I run this quest: I check in every few hours as best I can and check the votes. It's more like high speed play by post. I take the votes and try to include any option that gets a decent number of votes or desn't conflict with what's going on. Goodl luck. Try not to die or destroy the world.

And now... ZE QUEST

>>799426
Looking down at Kim, you decide it isn't right to leave her all tied up in the middle of a light drizzle. Undoing the rope and removing the gag is easy. They are both high quality and soft, the kind use for private games as opposed to interrogation.

She looks up at you, still clearly terrified after your encounter with Sterling Holloway. You silently wave the bottle of vodka at her and smile. That's all she needs to get up and get moving as she follows you up to your room. What could go wrong?

After the day you've had you're pretty exhausted so even the gargoyles that line the ceiling of your room don't bother you much. Not even the one that looks like Elmo smoking a crack pipe while staring at you like he wants to steal your kidneys.

You and Kim open the bottle and skip cups, passing it back and forth till the stress of the day is blocked out by the pleasant throb of inebriation. That's when the guards come down and you guys start having a nice heart to heart though the verdict is out on how much you'll remember or how much of it was actually coherent and worth remembering. However, Kim is definitely a good time. You learn a new drinking game. Hopefully she'll tell you the rules tomorrow. She's funny, flirty, and of course, really an oddball. But you knew that already from talking with her at the bar about your cousin than watching the mind scarring trainwreck that was her performance art. The blond hippie look works for her and she ends up coming off as some sort of drunken forest elf who genuinely likes everyone who doesn't ride around in a black limo of death, which, by the way, she refuses to talk about. "It was a bad party," she says shuddering. "There were human skeletons. I think they were human skeletons. I draw the line at that sort of thing. And I don't have many lines drawn."

She repeats the last line with a different tone, something more playful. "I don't have many lines drawn at all."

>>803046

Opening your eyes is a surprise, but opening them to view a world filtered through a hellish haze of murky red is a whole other surprise. It feels like you're viewing the world through a film of blood, and you feel bile rising up in your throat in response. Is this what dying feels like?

Except... you feel good. Strong, in fact. Clenching your hands into fists, you look down at things that are more weapon than flesh. Glossy claws, segmented armour like the hide of a great beetle, and ropes of throbbing muscle. Your whole body is covered in this same alien substance, faintly glowing as it diffuses the heat from the nuke. All the unleashed energy of a nuclear weapon, and this... suit was able to shrug it off.

The world around you, though, was not so lucky. A blasted, ruined wasteland, the trees reduced to blackened stumps, you might very well have died and gone to hell if the vision before you is anything to go by.

So. You've been nuked, you have no idea where you are – you've got precious few memories at all, in fact – and you seem to have turned into a beetle. What the hell should you do now?

Before the question has a chance to fester, you see movement in the low, misty distance. Men – or maybe women, you can't really tell – in bulky protective suits sweep through the blasted forest. They have rifles cradled in their hands, and they cover the area like well-trained professionals. The practised way of moving they have is very familiar – military training. Training that you share, perhaps?

Indecision tugs at you as you crouch low. The group of armed men – a dozen, unless they have more approaching from other angles – draws closer still as you sort through your muddled thoughts. In this new form, you have little reason to fear their rifles and you feel strong enough to pull them apart like dolls. Killing them would be a simple thing, even outnumbered twelve to one. Are they really hostile, though?

Considering that someone just dropped a nuke on your head, you're not sure if you can take anything for granted. Either way, you don't have long before they reach you.

>Fight
>Flee
>Communicate

Voting closes in 15 minutes.

>Communicate
If we just tanked a nuke then bullets aint shit.

[Closing the vote here, going with communication. Writing the next post now]

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...eh? You too, little girl? You were lucky enough to escape me once, and you jump right back in! I gotta admit, I like your moxie. I’ll remember you fondly when you’re dead! Hahaha!”


“Tsuki.” Danzo says, not facing away from the Akatsuki member. “Do not engage him in melee. Remember, this one used to be one of the Seven Swordsman. I’ll try to create an opening to shift the battlefield in our favor.”


Nodding, your resolve hardens at the mention of the Seven Swordsman. Ebisu-sensei had sacrificed himself to take one of them down- you’d honor his memory by helping Danzo take down another.


Kisame approaches slowly, smile wide. He certainly doesn’t seem concerned- but is that his confidence, or is just he just insane? Surely, arguments could be made either way.


Regardless, his large frame bears down on you- and once again you prepare to fight for your life....

WE'RE ALL GON DIE

>>790199
that's just the price of mortality maaaaaan

>>799272
What's Mordham and Eishlevaria like?

>>799634
Mordham is a small country that is known for being the home of many a sailor. Magic is also a thriving aspect of Mordham, as many rumors of of occult beasts/happenings originated there, making many a mage curious of the place.It parallel on earth would be New England circa 1700s

Eishlevaria is a very rocky and some would say warlike nation. The people there are known for their hardiness.Eishlevaria thrives mainly off of mining and other such industries. Culturally,the closest comparison is Eastern Europe.

>>799712
>Mage sailor
Mordham it is.

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Like today for example. While out running you, Owen, caught the attention of some sort of monstrous gem creature and lured it away from town to the wooded park. After eluding it, you sought the help of someone who knows how to deal with these sorts of things and managed to get your friend Lee, and one of those non-monstrous gem ladies Soleil.

After showing them to the creature though, they told you not to get involved and started tracking it into the woods. While you weren't keen on heading into the park, running afoul of the creature and getting yourself killed, you also felt a little concerned for your friends going in alone. Also at least a little curious.

So before sneakily following after them and hanging back to watch whatever might happen, you figured to get some equipment first, notably a pair of binoculars. Where do you want to look?

>Out along the beach, you might be able to find someone by chance, and they might have binoculars.
>Back at the lighthouse, Soleil didn't lock the door in case Sarah came home so you could get inside.
>You don't actually need anything on second thought, you can follow after them just fine without.
>[Write-in.]

>>795968
It's my favorite time of the day!

>Out along the beach, you might be able to find someone by chance, and they might have binoculars

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>>799371

You figure to check out on the beach for anyone, on the off chance you might get their help. You're going to be heading back along it anyway, so you might as well. As you leave the park behind and trek over the dunes to the beach proper, you scan around. It's a nice day out but it's also not summer anymore so the tourists are long gone. You can make out someone in the distance, probably Joshua still surfing, but fairly closer in the other direction is someone else?

You run that a' ways till you near and see it's Clarissa, a maid of the Wentworth's. Normally she's accompanying Jocelyn but currently she's on her own, standing around. When you approach you call out her name which startles her a little, as she pulls back from looking through (appropriately enough) a pair of binoculars!

"Clarissa, hey... what are you doing?"

"I'm... well, no point hiding it, I'm looking for the missing dog. Remember? Jocelyn is still mad I lost him out here, and it's starting to worry me that she'll take the reward money for finding him out of my wages."

Wow that's actually a really good reason to be out here looking around the beach and dunes for the dog, with a pair of binoculars. If she really did lose him out here though, you hope for her sake he didn't head into the reedy sea, in the dunes. The dog could get lost and end up living in there indefinitely. That reminds you though, as you return your focus to the matter at hand.

"Hey, speaking of needing binoculars for something, you wouldn't mind if I borrowed yours for a little bit? I'll bring them back, I'm just looking for something in the park."

"I... guess so. I'm not having much luck out here anyway, I think the dog might have run off into the reedy sea anyway." she says in a defeated manner, handing the binoculars to you "-but would you help me look for him next time?"

That seems fair to you, even if by her confirmation, at this point it's a fool's errand. Taking the binoculars from her, she resolves to giving up on the search for today and following you. Maybe best to leave out the monster though, and not have her follow you into the park...

>Head back to the woods, and try to catch up with Soleil and Lee. Hopefully they didn't already destroy the creature.
>You've got the binoculars but you're still feeling underprepared, perhaps that trip to the lighthouse is still in order?
>[Write-in.]

>>792945
>>Explain the plan to him.
Also woot fresh bread!

>>792945
>"Bring me the clippers, gotta get step one out of the way before anything else."

>>792945
>"Wouldn't want to ruin the surprise."

>>792258
>The new and cute girl is stalking me?

Cuteness is justice!

>>792258

>The new and cute girl is stalking me?