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Better to just get it out of the way, it's going to sting the same either way. You'd save the surprise for last normally, but what you have can't possible make up for the rest.


"Stay put." It's too late to back out of it, despite what you try to convince yourself as you get up. Towards the cardboard against the wall, the makeshift portfolio that you fastened together hastily. The picture that lays inside feels like a pathetic way to make up for everything, but with nothing else to offer you return to kneel in front of Delilah. Her hooded over eyes watch carefully, the same weight as standing below the spot light. Even now your heart beats painfully quick but you make damn sure that your hands don't shake this time.


"...ah..." Delilah's face perks up some when she realizes what the paper is as you set up against the cardboard. As her eyes scan over the paper you can't help but to look away, like you're in damn high school again. Still getting stage fright at this age, at a time like this? Pretty sad of you, just be thankful that Delilah can't notice.


"Is it done then?" she asks, looking over the picture she hasn't seen since the school.

"Not yet. Still need...go in. Touch up." You point out all the areas still left unfinished, glaring oversights that need correcting.


"Really? It looks so n-nice already..." Delilah holds it carefully in her hands, with light and shaky touches. "I still th-think it's too pretty to be me though."

"Saying I'm...bad artist?" Instantly she looks up, ready to apologize for the assertion she never made.

"I didn't mean it like tha-...L-Lawrence, you're an amazing artist...!"

"You were...model. I drew...model." Delilah doesn't try to refute this point, stopping before she says anything.

"It won't take long to finish, right?"


"Shouldn't." You wait as Delilah takes some last looks of the picture, handing it back and holding it delicately, afraid to ruin it. Back into your makeshift portfolio it goes, nestled safely between the two pieces of cardboard. She seems more lively now, at least by some amount. But now you'll have to watch that glimmer of comfort fade away once more. Delilah seems prepared for that to happen, and you aren't sure if that is really a good thing.

"So if this was the surprise, I guess you're going to tell me the um...the other thing, right?"


"Yeah." you say, leaning the cardboard against the wall and sitting next to her once more. "Have to."

You really don't want to.

...

[1/3]

The silence while you write drives Delilah up the wall; you can notice all her little fidgets and movements as she waits to see what the bad news could be. You don't need to stop and think about how to put it down, you've spent plenty of time on that. Not that it makes this any easier, and you almost consider crumbling up the words and tossing them away.

Doing that wouldn't help anyone, and so you pass on the note with regret.


I said that I wouldn't let anything happen to you, and I plan on keeping that promise. Whatever it takes, I'll do it.
But because of that, there's just one thing I need to do. Just this one thing, and then I'll stay till you don't need me anymore.

I need to go see my parents and tell them about Michele.

I thought about writing to them, but I don't think I'd be able to feel good about it. I need to do it in person, and I need to get it out of the way.
It's been a huge weight on my shoulder, one that I need to let go of.
When I get it out of the way, I'm prepared for anything that will happen. But the only way I can do that is if I go and see them.
That means I'll have to leave, at least for a bit. I can't just stop on their porch and tell them the news, it would break them.
I won't be gone long, a few days at most. I won't leave unless I know you're safe here though, and I promise to come back as soon as I can.


It's something you've thought long and hard about, and no lie you attempt to swallow could keep the guilt from eating you alive.


You prepare for protest, for begging to tag along, but it's surprisingly quiet. Thinking that she's having trouble reading right now, you're ready to take the note back and come up with a new plan, but the tears building up and leaving trails down Delilah's cheek let you know there's no need for that.


"I u-understand. They n-need to know about M-...Mich-..." The paper crumples as Delilah's body curls up, choking on the name. It's put aside as she tries to wipe her face dry, eyes unfocused as she looks towards the scratched floor. The apology she mutters is barely audible and now you aren't sure what else to say.

[2/3]

"Don't want...to leave. But need...to d-"

For someone much smaller than you, Delilah hangs on tightly and you can only return the gesture.

"Wh-When do you plan on g-going?" she asks in your ear, voice barely above a whisper.


"When weather...better. After storm...is done." You keep an eye on the door, looking for any uninvited guests.

"And you p-promise to be q-quick?"

"Back as...soon as...ca-" The stairs creak and you push Delilah away, much to her horror. You stop to listen, hearing the steps go from the stairs to the nursery and back again.


"What w-was that for...d-did I do something...?" Her hands come to rest against her chest, afraid to touch you now. And so to add salt to the wound, you tell Delilah your fear.


John has a lot going on right now, and he might have gotten the wrong idea about what I'm doing

"And it's my f-fault..."

"It's not."


"You don't have to l-lie to me, I know b-better." Delilah says bitterly and you find yourself at a loss again. As you try to grasp the right words to say Delilah sighs, burying her face in the blanket. "Can I sleep again...I don't feel good..."


...


You'd waited for Delilah to fall asleep before leaving again, but you don't leave the room feeling any better. Sitting on the top steps again, you feel yourself itching for a smoke. Or rather, maybe some-


"Jesus CHRIST! It's freezing out there!"

Alcohol.


There's the sound of bags rustling and Aria helping her girlfriend inside as she brings the provisions in, the window soon closing after.


"Hey babe, I'll help you with this stuff in a bit. I need to go put something up first." Mabel says as she walks out of the kitchen, doing her best to conceal the bottle wrapped up in paper. When she sees you, Mabel wordlessly points to the nursery and you go ahead and wait for her inside. She doesn't say a word when she comes up, closing the door behind and presenting the bottle to you.


"This is what I got. Cheap and heavy. It's going to taste like shit but it'll knock you out. Y'know, in case a certain vato was planning on doing something..." Mabel holds the bottle out of the way, watching your face with scrutiny. "Why'd you want this so badly?" You reach for the bottle once more but Mabel keeps it hidden away.


"Hey, you can tell me. I just gotta know if you're about to be reckless, y'know? Just let me know why you want it and I'll give it to you, no matter what weird thing you might be doing."

>Tell Mabel that you're going to stitch yourself up
>Tell Mabel that you're going to stitch yourself up, ask her for help
>Lie
>Write-In

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>>784468

Welcome back, run whenever is best for you. I'll be going to work at 5 so I won't be able to stick around. Alice is best girl

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If I can get another 1 or 2 more people I know will vote so I won't have to deal with endless ties I'll start the quest. Also tell me if anything is wrong with any of the links.

>mfw last part of ID is fag

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Where we left off:
Kevin was captured by Canadians and taken to their leader. The thought to be dead Prime Minister of Canada reveals that he was brought back to life via a cybernetic enhancement.
--
"Hello again, Kevin."
Oh shit...is that...
"Yes, Kevin. It's me. You kicked my head off when you raided our country."
Fuck
"And now, Kevin, we're going to do much worse things to you! Oh, joy!"
He laughs maniacally as the lights on his robo neck change to red.

>>785232
Say "I was just following order" Then break off after realizing maple syrup can't hold you in place take a guard gun shoot the other guard and shoot the Prime Minister again.

>>785232
I know this looks bad, but I think you have the wrong man. I don't even know how that guy died

just post op some of us are lurking....

"I'd really like for you to train me, Luke. But I dont know what I would do if I was offered a position in XCOM." You say while biting your lip
Luke nods and motions for you to follow him.
"First lesson in your new training, interrogation. We have the mayor locked up in an old conference room and it's been delegated to me of course to find out what he knows." Luke talks quickly as usual and his walking pace is similar to his voice, you struggle to keep up.
You turn down a narrow hallway and stop at a set of double doors with windows on either sides, you peek in and see the Mayor laying on a table peacefully asleep.
"Looks like our friend has acclimated to his new environment just fine, lets change that. The objective is to get any intel we can from him about what ADVENT is planning for Philadelphia. I'll let you take lead, how do we handle this?"
>Good cop, Bad cop, a classic
>I'm sure if we smooth talk him he'll give up the intel
>Maybe we have something he wants lets bargain
>We could just torture him until he talks
>Write-In

>>784212
>Get our medical tools let Luke play the good cop.
>" I'm a man of medicine and the line between healing and hurting is very thin. Good thing I didn't take the oath"
>Mayor should piss his pants if he didn't we go full Dr. Death mode.

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“Happy Halloween!”

You enter the dorm's common room to see what is an incredibly packed room, filled to the brim with students from all three classes, most of them decked out in extravagant costumes. Saki comes rushing up to you decked out in some super-hero get-up with a wide smile on her face.

“Like my costume?” Saki asks. “I'm a superhero!”

“Yeah, it really suits you Saki,” you nod staring at her exposed midriff.

Saki pouts. “Ryoji, you have the wandering eyes of a pervert! Halloween isn't about wearing costumes to be ogled at by the guys in class!”

“You should tell that to Chihiro when we see her,” you smirk.

“Besides, the only reason I'm wearing this revealing costume-”

“-Not that revealing-”

“-Is because you turned down my Salt and Pepper couple costume idea!”

You sigh. “Sak, did you really think you could get me to wear one of those ridiculous costumes?”

“Just because you're a delinquent doesn't mean you should be too cool for Halloween!” Saki lectures, wagging a finger in front of your face. “You didn't even wear a costume!”

“Sure I did,” you reply. “I came as a spooky demon. Oooooh!”

You waggle your fingers in a ghostly manner in front of Saki's face. “Not funny, Ryoji!” she pouts. “But that's fine, I found a replacement for a couple costume!”

“And who's that?”

“Ta-Daaaaaaa!” You hear Akemi yell as she leaps onto Saki's back in a cute spandex costume. “I'm the adorable sidekick! I'm Buckemi!”

“See, it all worked out in the end,” you reply.

Saki lets out a yawn as you notice the bags under her eyes. She's been stuck working late on school projects and mission planning every night this week. Even when she came into your dorm room those nights, she would find herself falling asleep mere minutes into cuddling you. Poor girl must be exhausted.

“Are you sure you don't want to grab some sleep while you can?” you ask.

“What, and miss a spooky Halloween party with all my friends?” Saki smiles. “Not a... a...”

“Sak, you're drifting off.”

Saki jolts awake. “I'll be fine, Ryoji. Come on, let's sit down!”

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As you move to find a place on the cramped couch, you find yourself bumping into a certain class 1 student. One you really don't want to see.

“Oh,” Kazuma sighs. “It's you again.”

This snot-nosed little brat again... well, at least you can have some fun teasing him. “Well, if it isn't my little kouhai. Gotta say, I'm very disappointed in you, kid. No Halloween costume? That's lazy.”

Kazuma raises an eyebrow. “I wore a badge with a pumpkin on it, isn't that enough?”

“Definitely not,” you reply.

“And what about you?”

“Demon.”

“Oh come on, that's cheating!” Kazuma yells.

You shake your head. “Well, I'm not going to spend the holiday arguing with you about your stupid rock-”

“It's more than just a rock!” Kazuma protests.

“-So, I'm going to mosey on over to where my girlfriend is sitting and actually have fun today.”

As you turn to leave, a voice calls out in the distance. “Kaz! Hey, Kaz!”

As you examine the presence of the voice, you see that it's two of Kazuma's friends, his ninja sister and her quiet friend that you've seen around. Both members of that club of his. The ninja girl is in some generic Halloween-y costume complete with pumpkin and devil wings, while the soft-spoken girl is looking rather unsure of herself in what appears to be a sexy Oni costume complete with short skirt and exposed mid-riff.

“Hey guys... wow, Mayu...” Kazuma mutters under his breath as he looks over to them.”

“I apologise for my appearance,” Mayu bows. “The only other Oni costume was even more revealing.”

“It was basically a bikini!” Kiriko laughs. “I thought she looked good in it, but Mayu refused to buy it!”

There's a brief silence as Kazuma continues to stare at Mayu. You can't tell if he's attracted or simply shocked to see this cold seeming girl dressing up in costume, but either way you find yourself with the opportunity for some good old fashioned teasing.

>Clearly Kaz thinks you're cute, Mayu.
>Why not wear the sexier costume? Wouldn't be out of place in this school.
>Well, I'll leave you to your friends, kouhai.

>>792030
>Why not wear the sexier costume? Wouldn't be out of place in this school.
Well this will be fun! First option is mighty tempting.

>Buckemi
Akemi costumes so far=1

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>786884
mystery box

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>786884
Dickass Thief

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>786884
where is that secret box, nigga

>>782606
The first roll will be gender, Roll 1d2

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>782613

>>782616
You are male, What is your name?

>>793493
>Andres King
>Male
>32/Doctor
>Los Angeles, CA.
>Bird watching and gardening

>>793545
you sit up, stretching.
the rest of the people are now awake. you all appear to be surveying your surroundings with varying levels of horror.
a brief count shows 10 men and 10 women, with the average age being around mid 20s.
"okay, anyone know where the fuck we are?" grunts a burly man in a black shirt.

>say something?

>>793591
"I don't know but I should check everyone if they have any health problems."

>>789892
>>Help out Portland with the Akatsuki sisters.
Did she get some emergency repairs done at least?

>>789892
>>Go see what the fuss is about NorCar and Washington and that destroyer.

>>789892
>>Help out Portland with the Akatsuki sisters.

Then maybe we can figure out what happened to Victorious later.

>>782784

Charles Wolfram

>>782784
Jehan Capet

>>782784
Edward Bertrum Floribundus

>>781501
Oh, and I will try to be quick with responses. I know how frustrating it is to have to wait 10 minutes for a DM to respond.

Sad bump.

>>781501
Probably hurts that you used a bad pic.

Trolls, haunted forest.

New thread here
>>787656

>>787657
...obviously i meant to post that in the old thread

>>787656
Miellewds-guy here.

>>782622

> Take stock of our monsters

We need info before we make decisions.

>>782650
>>782622

You decide to take stock of your monsters to decide if you even really need MP potions.

>The QM slowly realizes he never told any of you what the monsters on the team had as skills.

>Nervous sweating intensifies because Slilim has Slimer, Uber Helpful, and Abiliterator Ward

Mimi has Crack and Frizz, Dark Knight, and Agility Boost

Yacob has Naturalist, Anti-Metal, and Attack Boost

Juno has Healer, Cleanser, and Cleric

>>782685

um. I ave no idea what this means but let's buy one?

[2/2]

Now, reader. In order to guide these men. It is best that you be informed of the specifics.

Firstly, these men are all clones. However, these are not your blank slates. Each one of these men were cloned as exact copies of the original. The Original was a young American man of Caucasian skin and mixed ancestry. He was raised middle class, with a strong sense of right and wrong. He is of slightly above average intelligence, and below average physical healthiness.

Now, more importantly, we must describe their equipment.

The thirty men who milled about, waiting for orders or scanning the edge of the clearing were wielding firearms, similar in appearance to the German MP-40. These Submachine guns were quite poor in quality, their only benefit would that these inaccurate, low-caliber weapons prone to overheating were easy to manufacture.

Of course, most Infantrymen preferred to use their more reliable batons or sidearms. Or to pilfer a better weapon from an enemy's cooling body.

Now, each of these men wore a grey-blue field cap atop their heads. And their bodies were clad in large, bulky grey-blue greatcoats.

Though it was early in the summer, the men, in their pride, refused to show any discomfort from the mild heat.

Though, some would admit, in private, behind many closed doors, that concealing so much of their skin was a matter of a crippling lack of self-worth.

Let us turn our attention to the Lieutenant. He is clad in the same grey-blue clothing of his comrades. Though he notably sports white epaulets upon his greatcoat's shoulders.

Let me bestow a vital piece of information, reader.

The lieutenant is a hardened veteran, and can hold his own, provided he is not drowned by raw numbers. In fact, every officer in the I.A.L. from the Sargent to the General, clawed their way up the ladder by taking charge of squads, then companies, then regiments in the heat of combat. No man who wears the ranks of an Officer hasn't earned them in steel and blood.

But, before we continue, we must make our first decision. It is getting dark. shall we:

[A]: Focus our efforts on establishing hasty defenses for the new base.

[B]: Order three groups of men in squads of three to scout the immediate area beyond the treeline. This Order has it's own risks, but knowledge of the surrounding are could be vital.

[C]. Order the squad to ready and move in a Cardinal Direction. This Order may cause you to meet allies (or enemies) just a bit sooner that you'd want.

[D]: (Fill in an Order here)

A note: Every Infantryman's kit includes a personal flashlight, six magazines of ammunition, two cans of food of random content, one bottle of water, and a small box of three vials of morphine.

>>783113
if it's a reasonably quiet place, best bet is
>[B]: Order three groups of men in squads of three to scout the immediate area beyond the treeline

>>783118
>[B]: Order three groups of men in squads of three to scout the immediate area beyond the treeline. This Order has it's own risks, but knowledge of the surrounding are could be vital.

>>781982
>> “Yeah, let's talk with Danner, see what he wants.”

>>781982
> “Yeah, let's talk with Danner, see what he wants.”

>>781982
> “Yeah, let's talk with Danner, see what he wants.”