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Last time you, Nathaniel Joseph, are looking for the Gia. The woman that took your sword and criticized you for not knowing how to use it. >>697852 Your search for her and your sword, has brought you outside the tree where the Sin of Sloth resides along with a few others. Your guess is that she was at the top of the tree after a few clues were left behind. >>725469 Climbing didn't work. >726082 And propelling yourself into the air didn't seem to as well, as the drunk Dominick had to appear to catch you and question you. >>728872

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>>730126
>Yup.
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>>730709
Dominick would have squinted at you.

>"So naturally stupid..."
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>"I was looking for someone here to waste time before the dragon inside woke up. I don't know jack about anything in this world, how would i know anything about sacred grounds or even currency? Some fucking bakers gyped me out of my platinums. I was gonna go on an arson rampage for but the fuddy duddys in that cave won't let me."

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5CD9uzo9mfE

What kind of human interactions are healthy? what does it take to show someone that you aren't a terrible person? Eventually and never are probably when you will figure that out.
Life for the mid twenties man sitting on his bed watching smoke roll from his cigarette and stain the ceiling has been well...stagnant of late.
He just kind of exists.
Neither hot nor cold.
Hes not disappointing just bored.
Everyday is the same. Wake up, jerk-off, stare at the internet till he works, get home from work, jerk off again, and end his night with some classy reading....on the internet.
He doesn't hate this life he lives. he doesn't curse where he is. Hes just bored.
Essentially in a world of gray.
A stagnant world of luke warm happenings.
"Is this bad?"
He thought to himself as he ashed his now short cig in his overflowing ashtray.
"It cant be so bad right?" His unusual habit of replying to himself lately still bothers him. But he read on the internet that its perfectly normal for a twenty something person to speak with
themselves in the comfort of their own world(bedroom).
"The fuck am i going to do with myself today"
Lazily flipping his laptop open he was briefly blinded by the bright laptop in his dark room.
It was then that he realized there was nothing.
He had nothing going on.
His shoulders sank and he sighed to himself. Lately his job has been cutting his hours more and more. working as a bartender is all well and good but a bartender working 6 days a week is completely asinine
and he knew it. Thankfully the man's employer took care of him when he needed it. Made sure he was well off. Well...well off enough to pay rent at least. A blessing in disguise really. the employer was an honorable person,
you do you job and earn your keep. You get taken care of. He was great full. truly great full to have such a benevolent boss. Most would take their job for granted but the boss would easily weed those people out.
to his surprise he passed the test and won his current employers trust, despite being a lazy ass at heart.
"its my charisma right?" he mused to himself.
Ring
"oh god not you"
Riing
"fuck you you dumb cunt"
Riiing
"god damnit can you not take a fucking HINT?!?"
Riiiiiing
He stomped to his door and stared through the peep hole to his apartment, but of course he saw nothing.
Bang
Bang
Bang
He unlatched his door to find a ball of rage glaring back up at him.

() Tell her to kindly fuck off
() Let her in
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>() Tell her to kindly fuck off
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Disgusting.

Her being in front of you boil's your blood. Its been 2 weeks since your ex packed her things up and moved out.
Not wanting to think of it you turn your attention to the petite blond girl in front of you.
"Can you kindly fuck off?"
You glare down at her.
The circumstances of your break up were a bleak and painful one. She was never wrong, her emotions were the ones that mattered and anytime you brought up a point of contention she would shut it down and make it about her.
Oh, and she cheated on you with a close friend.
So at this current moment in time the sheer sight of her makes you want to vomit.
"Shut the fuck up, I've been calling you all god damn day trying to make it so that I didn't have to see your face"
Makes sense, your phone is dead and has been since last night.
Today is your day off and you were expecting a nice normal day of being a useless piece of shit .
Not this bullshit.
"You know damn well I don't normally have my phone on during my off days"
She makes an attempt to walk into your apartment.
"Back the fuck up little girl."
She stares daggers at you.
"Give me the shit i asked for"
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>>741523


Assuming Its the rest of her clothes and accessories she left here it shouldn't be too hard or back breaking to do.
However, today you feel like being a particularly spiteful prick.
"Not today"
This doesn't sit to well with her as her face turns the most fantastic shade of red that contrasts well with her pale short blonde hair.
You crack a small smile.
"So i'll reiterate, Fuck...Off"
Closing the door on her you can hear a muffled groan and she stomps down the hallway.
She was always like that, huffy and puffy when she didn't get her way.
you fall back to you couch with a sigh and retrieve your trusty pack of smokes.
Flick
Flick
Taking a drag of the newly lit cigarette you sigh to your self and glance at the pile of clothes with a small suitcase laying snug net to it in the hallway by your room.

() Give it back to her so it can be done
() Forget about it and fuck her
() USER INPUT

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You are Carrina Marseille-O'Hara, ace Newtype pilot in the Colonial Transit Authority. Your regular duties include escorting colonization missions and shipping between various star systems settled by humanity over the last few years, which is so necessary a service that most political authorities will overlook your long history of shifting allegiances in order to ensure its availability. You've never particularly cared about that political arrangement however: so long as it keeps you and your crew flying, and the rest of humanity looking forward instead of back your own position is of little consequence.

This mission however is of a much stranger nature, and has been from the word go. An abandoned stealth cruiser left derelict in deep space, a rebellion against the government of Queen Mineva Lao Zabi, the shady dealings of the top Martian arms manufacturer, and now piracy based out of the asteroid Cuithe all seem connected by the hand of some unknown actor. And now that hand has placed yet another hurdle in your way.

>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4yKQ1evkOm4

A few standing hairs are what mostly tip you off to the threat as three specially-designed mobile weapons emerge from Cuithe, their signatures winking in and out of contact on your sensors as they maneuver faster than your systems can track. Even thermals hardly show any signal, meaning the incoming enemies must have extraordinary heat mitigation or even purpose-built baffles.

“Three contacts,” ALICE reports, the AI's tone uncharacteristically grim. “As Minovsky particle density increases I will lose my ability to detect them at range.”

“Noted,” you reply grimly. In your mind you begin taking account of the situation at hand: three machines designed for stealth, likely larger to incorporate the very technologies that keep them stealthy. High mass, high thrust means their straight-line acceleration will be good but their maneuvering will be poorer for it. Hit and run attacks, like those employed by Kämpfer teams, are a definite possibility... even more effective due to the stealth coatings.

“We'll stick to visual identification and instinct,” you decide, shutting the hatch to the Viola. Sixteen meters of trimmed, finely-crafted and psychically-attuned gundarium alloy clear the Sericea's hangar in record time despite not knowing the best counter for the threat you're facing yet.

Then again, that's another thing that you've never particularly cared about. You can deal with things as they come, like you always have.

“If these three think some fancy paint's enough to give us pause, they're in for a nasty surprise.”

It seems like Rossweisse on the other hand has a few specific ideas in mind.
>1/2
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“Fighter escort, I want a screen six hundred meters aft of my location. Equidistant, sixteen-hundred meter dispersal. Favor the ventral angle, and spot our fire.”

There's a brief break in transmission as the three escorts relay their acknowledgment to your mothership's signal and begin to take up the positions ordered by your partner. She's not done yet.

“ALICE, calculate likely attack vectors and relay them to our screen before M-particle density hits combat levels.”

“Acknowledged! Are we... going to help Carrina?”

There's another moment of silence. “Negative. Fire strays too close and we might hit the Viola by mistake, but we can at least keep the enemy contained if they try and break contact.”

So that's her plan: treat the Sericea and its crew more like a carrier, meant to defend itself but not engage directly. As much as it might seem like Rossweisse's abandoning you, you know that there's a lot of sense to that approach. It may actually make the situation better for you, as it certainly relieves you of the need to defend the much larger Sericea from sustained attack from more nimble mobile suits. You've seen that sort of situation play out dozens of times in the decade you've been flying, and though you certainly respect your partner's skills you'd rather she not have to fight from such a disadvantage. On top of that it's not just her life riding on the line, but those of your entire crew.

You can feel the three mobile suits closing in, and you push hard on the throttle to meet them.

>Meet them with a flyby maneuver, force them to have to reverse to engage you.
>Take a perpendicular course as they close in, lure them into a turning engagement.
>Open fire at long range. Even if you miss it keeps them from forming up at all.
>Release your remote weapons to cover as many angles of approach as you can.
>Let Rossweisse control your remote weapons, she'd be happy to watch your back.
>Other?
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>>736717
>Release your remote weapons to cover as many angles of approach as you can.
Oh, I thought Rossie was gonna go for a Psycho-Missile salvo, and we'd have to hijack it midflight to their targets.

Also, it's finally back!
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>>736732
It has indeed. We'll see how many folks come back after all the nonsense on my end.

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You are the former United States Navy warship USS HOEL, now returned as a shipgirl and ready to kick Abyssal ass!

Currently, you had sneaked your way into the specially constructed drydock being run by Vahlen and her Science Division to see what exactly this USS Pacifica was. Thanks to some great luck (and a bit of masterful STEALTH SKILLS, but mostly luck), you managed to sneak into the drydock undetected and found your first major clue.

You've uncovered a large Rig, built completely out of black steel, not that weird carapace Abyssal Rigs tended to be built out of. You also notice that the configuration of this Rig didn't match anything you've seen before. You can clearly see a flight deck jutting out of it, an angled one like the more modern carriers like the Ford you had just escorted.

However, you also saw the presence of large caliber guns. At least one or two triple barreled 16 inchers, like the ones Iowa wielded. A BBV? What kind of a monster were they making?

However, all of the open holes and bare space on the Rig showed that it was far from complete. There looked to be plenty more that could be conceivably added-

"ANOTHER test?" You hear a voice that breaks your train of thought. You turn to see a pair of scientists descending the stairs into the drydock, being followed closely by two heavily armed guards. "We just did one six hours ago!"

"The Doctor wants to make sure there's absolutely no abnormalities." The second scientist shrugs. "Look, our job is just to do what she says."

"Yeah, but..." The first scientist not so subtly sticks his thumb at the two guards behind him. "Did she really need to send these goons with us?"

"Hey, considering the shit we're dabbling with here, I for one feel a little safer knowing we've got guys with guns watching over our shoulder!" The second scientist grunts. "And inside voice, please? Just because they're guards doesn't mean they're deaf!"

Crap, your position was about to compromised...

>Hide and see if you can glean anything from their "test".
>See if you can sneak into the control center for more info.
>It's getting too hot, you better get out of here while you can.
>Other
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>>734798
>Hide and see if you can glean anything from their "test".

In IDOL news not Puchi idols!: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wbhqx4MNR_g
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>>See if you can sneak into the control center for more info.
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>Hide and see if you can glean anything from their "test".

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About this game:
The essential rules are here:
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I've started working on a pastebin about the world as well:
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An archive of all previous threads here:
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In regards to anything else, just ask.
All factions please give an update on your current assets.
Story summary in the next post.
Here's a discord invite, ask for more if you need 'em.
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Year 399
>>Population:4563k
>>Food production:5/10
>>Food stockpiles:5/10
>>Resources:5/10
>>Trade:6/10
>>Finances:6/10
>>Morale:3/10

>>Buildings: stone roads,highways,harbours, barracks monuments,classical,arched, domed temples, Academies,schools, sewers,watermills,hospitals;
>>Economy:stanartised manoral agriculture,irrigation,drawn carts,horse riding,improving textiles, medium crafts,advancing mechanics,stable currency, trade,iron,advancing steel
>>Culture: basic schools,good festivals and folk culture, Codex books, dragonslaying, quality arts, warrior cult, Timor's Eve
>>Government:advancing bureaucracy, Town Watch,Legisature, trial of ordeal, elective monarchy, Council
>>Magic:Pantheonic magic, improving golemancy, medium alchemy, basic enchantments, basic spellweaving
>>Military:4000 iron hoplites,4000 iron swordsmen,4000 archers, 4000 human cavalry, 3000 centaurs,9000 goblin soldiers,4000 norse warriors, various local miltias and faction troops
>>Navy:20 triremes, 15 quadremes,2 hexareme, 70 longships
>>Religion: old gods shamanism, Pantheon worship

>A.Food production & growth
>B.Culture & religion
>C.Construction
>D.Military
>E.Government & laws
>F.Exploration & colonization
>G.Research & development
>H.Navy
>I.Diplomacy & war
>J.Magical matters
>K.Other
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>A.Food production & growth
Faction Assets:
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Last time, in which we trained with our Black Blood and began the hunt for another Witch: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/697205/

My Twitter, for keeping track of when I'm running: https://twitter.com/KayabaQM

The Discord, for Shitposting: https://discord.gg/fzeqYXc

The character sheet, for things that may or may not matter: https://docs.google.com/document/d/17HaIOmLtT6mKhBf71pHVtX7pJ2RFquATuXMkigMd7KU/edit?usp=sharing

A very, very special present, as an apology for not running two days straight: http://pastebin.com/rYJS0p1S

>>717181
"YOU BIIIIIIIIIIIITCH!" She cries out, tackling the taller witch to the ground and beginning to pummel down on her face, tits, everywhere she could reach to make things hurt. "YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD GET AWAY WITH WHAT YOU DID!? YOU THOUGHT THAT YOUR LITTLE COUNCIL WOULD BE ABLE TO KILL ME JUST BY KICKING ME OUT!? YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD BETRAY ME!? I MAY BE A RAT, BUT I AM STRONGER THAN A PACK OF FUCKING MICE, AND I DO NOT FORGET PEOPLE WHO WRONG ME!"

You stare, eyes wide, unsure of what to even do about this as the brutal assault continues... until it is stopped. Argo is sent flying back, crashing against a dirt and stone wall behind you, barely missing the Portal. You pick yourself up out of the dirt, and watch the combo-mouse approach you once more, now bruised and bloodied.

"Well, this is a wonderful present, we get to take out a thorn in our side that's been irritating us for years, and figure out what makes you tick, that is a very special power you have there, quite frankly none of us have ever seen it before... I want it..."

You get back into a fighting position, and Argo steps up beside you, eyes blazing and tears making tracks through the dust on her face.

Taunt the mouse
Comfort Argo
FIGHT
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>>729249
>FIGHT
Time to fuck a bitch up.
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>>729249
>FIGHT
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>>729249
>FIGHT
I guess we'll play wall, Argo has some aggression to let out.

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You are Allen Starwind, a starship captain and veteran of the Great Interstellar War. Last time, you got a starship, had a misunderstanding, made an axe pun, met your biggest fan, got searched, and met the Grand Admiral. Your starship is old, yet (mostly) reliable, and you must take on jobs in order to bring in enough cash to keep it flying. Good luck, and fair skies.

“Captain Starwind,” Admiral Leander says with a raised eyebrow. “Please, have a seat.” You decide not to try the man’s patience right now, seeing as he is the most powerful individual in the Federation.

As soon as you sit down, the Admiral leans back in his chair, removing his cap and smoothing back his silver hair. He immediately puts the cap back on. Then he rests his elbows on the desk, staring straight at you. Even the posters don’t do any justice to how intimidating he looks. “So Captain,” he finally speaks. “I understand you have…” He looks down, furrowing his brow as if searching for the right words. “An Imperial aboard your ship… Your weapons officer?” Now he looks almost amused, waiting for you to reply.

>”That’s none of your business.”
>”Correct me if I’m wrong, but the War’s been over for two years.”
>”That’s true, sir.”
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>”That’s true, sir.”
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>>728998
>>>”Correct me if I’m wrong, but the War’s been over for two years.”
We're mending fences. The Admiral got a medal for us? :)

Mechanisms and rules will become evident as they are needed. I suspect this will eventually turn into a nation/base quest, where you not only lay out decisions for the protagonist but also direct the community he is part of as a whole.

The old ways of the world are gone, melted in nuclear fire and sin. Very few have survived and, of those who did, even fewer chose to take up the fight.

The rest... they survive. Any way they can. You are Emmerson Cross, an elected Sheriff type figure in charge of general security within a small community of survivors who currently call the State Library ruins their home.
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You awaken with a stale taste in your mouth. Whiskey from the night before, baked in by smoke and a dissatisfying lack of sleep.

Shuffling, you bring your feet to the cold floor and try to rub some kind of consciousness back into your face. Outside the sounds of daylight echo by your door - footsteps, quiet conversations, the distant, soft thudding of the construction teams in the foyer.

Fuck. They were meant to be done two days ago. The haziness of the night before prevents any real recollection of what it was the engies were meant to be doing down there, but you know they're running behind. Someone's going to be pissed, a shouting match you'd likely be the mediator to.

With no natural light to use as a guide, your body suggests that it probable late morning by now. Still a bit foggy, you start pulling together a uniform for the day, tightening thick boots and digging around for something to wear on the upper levels. Something warm.

The small room, once the office of some administrator to the library, is a mess. Old books and furniture that hasn't been picked up by the Reclamation teams is amassed against one wall, a small cot and several piles of 'belongings' otherwise leaving the room bare. The only light comes from under the door, a sliver of a yellow glow from the hall bulbs.

Beside the cot is an old handgun, what people have started referring to as your 'service pistol', and a pack of cigarettes that you've been struggling to keep hidden. You tuck them away, holstering the weapon, and find your feet.

This late hour means the mess would already be empty. The 'boss' would be on the prowl by now, too. If he's not instigating some new level of verbal sparring match with the engineer team, he's probable on the way here to kick your ass out of bed.

Regardless, the dull thud in your head mediates any worries about the late night and kind of carefree calm settles on you.

Where should you head first?

>> Wander the halls
>> Find your boss, the 'Mayor'
>> Head for the foyer to inspect the construction work
>> Find something to eat
>> Other (write in)
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>Find something to eat
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>>739169
>Find something to eat

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"Lia... Let's get married..." You felt happy hearing your long time boyfriend finally propose to you.

"E-Eh? Y-You are really okay with me?" You gasp in shock. This was probably the happiest you have ever been in your life.

"Of course! I love you after all... I've loved you ever since I first laid eyes on your beautiful face... I've loved you ever since I kissed your soft lips..." One by one, your boyfriend compliments every single part of you. "Your child bearing hips... Your perfectly sized breast... I love every part of you!"

Hearing his compliments was something else. It was enough to send a chill up and down your spine. Enough to make you blush and turn your cheek a deep shade of red. "Ah... T-Thanks..." You could barely say the words to him from the intense mix of emotions you were feeling.

Then, your boyfriend leans in and whispers into your ear. "I love you Lia..."

Wrapping your arms around him you try and give him thanks. "I love you too!" However, there was something odd... Try as you might, you couldn't remember his name. "Umm... What was it? Shin? Makoto?" It was probably the most embarrassing time of your life. You couldn't believe you could forget your fiance's name! "Ah... Sorry, what was your name again?"

"Eh? How could you forget?" Fortunately, he just smiles at you. "It's..." Unfortunately, a sudden, sharp beeping noise obscures his voice preventing you from hearing what your boyfriend was saying.

"Huh? What was that?" The noise starts getting louder and louder until finally you wake up from that too good to be true scenario.

With a frown on your face, you stare at the wall of your small, one bedroom apartment with half-asleep eyes. "Ah... So it was just a dream after all..."

>cont.
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As you were mercilessly torn away from your dream, the pain and punishment of going out yesterday night finally comes to you. The familiar, pulsing headache of a hangover was something that was with you that morning. 'Ah... Maybe I should've never went out yesterday...'

Looking over at your alarm clock, you knew it was time to get ready. After all today was when you start your new job at a new school. You can't make a bad impression in this school. This school was one of the top schools in your city and their pay was also one of the best, if not the best for you. 'I should get ready... I can't be late.'

Jumping out of your bed, you immediately head to the bathroom to shower. Once in the bathroom, you take a bit of time to examine yourself in front of the mirror. Your name was Arakawa Lia. "Good... No wrinkles on my face yet..." You were 27 years old. "My breasts are looking good as well... No sag yet..." Although you were lucky in your career, your love life was the one that seemed to have suffered. "Ah... I need to go on another diet..." However, you were hoping to change that. After all, with a new school, comes new coworkers and new chances at love. "Alright... We have to do our best today Lia! We need to snag a rich guy and get married to him!"

After you finish examining yourself in front of the mirror, you head into the bath to get ready for work. You made sure to clean yourself throughly. You needed to get the stench of alcohol off your body after all. After your bath, you head over to the sink to brush your teeth. Once you were finished brushing, you head back to your bedroom to change into your work attire.

You were hoping that this day was going to go by without problems. However, before you even get to your new job you were already running into some issues. "E-Eh? Where did I put that?" You dig through your closet to try and find the new set of underwear that you bought just for today. Unfortunately, they were nowhere to be found. "Did I misplace them or something?" You keep digging and digging but it was all futile. "I... I don't have them..." Taking a deep breath, you sigh. "I... I guess I have to pick something else..."

Looking through your available choices, you quickly realize that you didn't have much to choose from. You didn't really think that you needed to wash most of the normal underwear you wore normally as you bought new ones yesterday, leaving you with only two choices.

'So this is it huh... I have to choose this...' You blush as you hold up an underwear you've been saving for when you get a new boyfriend. A bold underwear for sure. 'Or this...' The next set of underwear couldn't even be called a girl's underwear. It had no charm at all. If you were to describe it, that was the type of underwear your grandmother probably would've worn.

[ ] Bold

[ ] Plain

[ ] Write-in
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>[ ] Plain white with a pink bow in front
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plain

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Questions, answers and Incoming bonus scenes.

Announcements: twitter.com/REQMX

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Archive:
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Bonus #1

Sara & Enchantments: A primer on the mundane arcane


"Ms. Sara, I am struck by the idea that you, perhaps, do not quite comprehend what this class is about."

You purse your lips and press a finger to your cheek as your eyes stray to the book at on your desktop.

It's a table, in actuality. The desks are bolted to the floor for the most part, and far to close together to accomodate an arachne between the rows. You don't let it bother you. For a few weeks it served beautifully as extra space for the books you brought everwhere with you.

Your teachers put a stop to that, though. Something about paying attention, and focussing yourself on classwork?
They were particularly upset when you would read things for other pieces of magic.

So now you-

"Miss?"

Oh, yes.
The book on your desk is certainly the Beginners enchanting book.

"It is the enchanting class, yes."
He sighs.

"Yes, it is indeed. So can you tell me what issue I might have, then?"
"No?"

"Miss Sara."
You can hear the capitalization in his voice, putting emphasis on each syllable to express displeasure.
"Enchanting is a practice of bringing magic into the world in a permanent manner. In a stable manner."
He raps his knuckles against-

Well, it was an enchantment at one point, you suppose.

"Do you understand the problem?"
"The explosions, yes?"
"The explosions. Why are the enchantments exploding, Miss Sara? I am aware of your studies in other classes- You have excellent control over mana, so I am certain it isn't an issue of oversaturation. So please, explain why I have not had a class free of explosions since you have joined."

"Ah. I am trying to replicate the effects of my sister, yes."
"The effects of-"
"Of my sister."
"I- I do not understand what you are talking about. You are trying to enchant something to be like your sister? Are you trying to turn the materials into an arachne?"

"No, no- It is- Hm. A counterspell enchantment?"
"Counter? It would be something very specific, then. Not much use. And how is it exploding?"

He's stepped around your table now, standing over your shoulder, looking at the scribble of condensed notes you've splayed across the page.
"There's the route, and the- What? What is this?"
"It eats spells, yes."
"Eats spells? How?"
"The enchantment is supposed to be powered by the mana of spells people try to cast at it."
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>>729992
The man looks stunned, like something small and edible after its been ambushed by your brothers.
"That would- No, it wouldn't work."
"Mhm. Right now it just blows up. It does eat the spell, though. Just one, yes."
"Of course. An enchantment needs to be a closed magical circuit. If the mana just runs through it with nowhere to go, then it would build up."
"Yes. So I thought about pushing it to a stone, but it explodes anyway. Or, it would have to be very large. The problem is that the circuit needs to be closed and there needs to be something to use the mana, yes?"
"What if you-"

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"...and that is how I got my own lab, yes."
"You just- You exploded class until they gave you a lab."
"I suppose? But they did not give me my own lab until I stopped exploding things."
"And they kicked you out of enchanting class."

"No? I am in the inter- Interesting class."
"Intermediate?"
"Yes."
"You blew up class for months and they put you with the third years."

"Why are you making that face, yes? Leigh?"

And you thought humans couldn't speak arachne. She has the hissing down pat. It's not really a word, though. She'll need to click. And to breathe sometime. She's turning sort of red.
Humans are so strange.
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>>729999
Sara is best sister

Hope you feel better soon REQM

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A faint noise and dust falling on your face is what swiftly forces you awake. It’s not unusual to have vermin scurrying around in the catacombs but not to the point that it disturbs the ambient serenity.
While your sight is obscured by the slab of rock in front of your vision- being buried will do that to most people- you can still (...) that something is wrong using your keen senses.
It’s at these times you feel happy to be a vampire.

To your right, you hear the quiet breathing of a man trying to be quiet. Judging by the rocky rumble, he must be trying to open another resting place. Only two kinds of people will do that, grave-diggers and vampire hunters, and neither of these are good for you. While the former are more numerous, it’s usually the latter that can pose the biggest trouble to a vampire, since they tend to know the tricks of the trade and are usually ready for any surprise...

This is annoying, why couldn’t anyone just leave you alone? You’re just sleeping peacefully, dreaming of delicious sanguine blood and it’s been so long you’ve been out that nobody could remember you...
Speaking of which, how long has it been since you last rose up? There’s something different about the air, a hint of acrid smoke that wasn’t there the last time. The intruder must have camped near a fire, that must be it.

Ah whatever, it won’t matter if you get stabbed anyway. Now, there’s a few ways you could go about taking care of the man, some peaceful and some violent. What would be the correct way to go about this?…

-Barge out of your grave, he probably isn’t expecting that.
-Establish a mental connection with him, maybe you can convince him to just go away.
-Your mental connection may allow you to scare him away assuming you’re spooky enough.
-Wait until he opens the grave, you’ll know what to do then.
-Write-in
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>>728220
-Barge out of your grave, he probably isn’t expecting that.
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>>728220
>-Establish a mental connection with him, maybe you can convince him to just go away.
Hey, when cracking open a cold one you should make some pancakes. Bed and breakfast is the best. You're just be a rude otherwise.
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>>728256
>>728240
Rollin' to decide.

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Hello! And welcome back, once again, to Magical Girl For Hire Quest!

You are Miranda Styles, a relatively unscrupulous magical girl currently working for Silver Eye Solutions, a umbrella corporation for magical girl mercenaries such as yourself, located in scenic The Intersection, a dimensional nowhere and everywhere where you rest and get details for your next job.

You're currently on another assignment, wherein you're tasked with putting a ragtag group of magical girls through the wringer while playing a villian as a sort of bootcamp, in order to let them get used to major threats. That's taken an interesting turn as of lately, and at the moment you're in a warehouse after having kidnapped one of them, and are currently in the middle of a standoff as the remaining members hatched a pretty decent rescue plan, all things considered. However, they're not quite out of the woods yet.

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Alright, then. They want to say they’re serious? Well, so can you. “I grow weary of this foolishness,” you announce, and you bring your hand to your side. The weird growth that was the handle of the blade still sticks out- surprising no one had mentioned it before now- and you yank upwards- pulling it out of yourself, and leaving only a small hole in an area your cloak generally covers. Holding it outwards, you focus your attention on Ruby, and she narrows her eyes as you do yours.

You can smell Shygirl getting closer- likely to try and prevent you from hitting anyone with the business end of the thing before you can even get a chance to try. You have to look around and see just which target to go for first- Crystalline’s armed and ready, but she doesn’t have a lot of room for error with her projectiles. Aquatica’s still a distance away, but she’s still got her water snakes primed and in striking position just a few feet from you, near the wall. Ruby’s to your left, at an angle between you and Ribbit- she and Shygirl are technically on the same side of her.

Alright, time to choos-

“WAIT!” You almost flinched. Almost. But you turn around at Ribbit’s voice- as does everyone. She’s fixing you with a serious stare. “I NEED to tell you something. Before ANYTHING else happens.” Oh?

Everyone’s confused.

And then she takes a deep breath.

...Oh yeah. That slipped your mind for a second. Maybe you really do need to start trying.

The sonic scream still doesn’t hurt that much- but it IS loud and ear-ringing. You can feel your facemask cracking at the point-black scream- and then an energy blast impacts as well, throwing you off-balance, and you spin face down, impacting the cement.

It stung a bit, but that was about it. On the other hand, your mask was cracked in several places, and you’re not sure how much more it could stand up to. It also seems like that got your cloak frazzled as well. You can hear chains rattling as they hurriedly work to get her down.

Yeah, not just yet, kiddos. You swing, and your sword lances out with a magi-blast that throws Ruby back a few solid feet, much to Ribbit’s vocal concern. A second does similar to Crystalline, but she gets up surprisingly quick, with a gash in her armor. The water snakes surge forward, only to be blasted apart easily, and you point your blade at Shygirl, who’s attempting to sneak away under cover of invincibility. “Cease. I can sense where you are.” This causes Crystalline to stop moving as well as Aquatica to still.

As Ruby gets up groaning, moving back into a fighting stance, you can finally smell the grass smells outside beginning to move. “Geez…every time...” Ruby groans as she spits at the ground to clear her mouth. “The hell ARE you?”

>Ignore Ruby, call the outside motion out on it.
>Time to escape. Maybe some parting words?
>As cracked as your mask is? Might as well show them.
>Other
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>>735549
>Ignore Ruby, call the outside motion out on it.
"Your reinforcements will not be sufficient. Return my tablet to me."
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>>735549
>>As cracked as your mask is? Might as well show them.
"I am Madam Vellusia, and your "client" does not pay you enough to fight me, mercenary."

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Its just another day as a Pulneran guard. You sit at the top of a tower, looking down on the green hills beyond. Although it is in the middle of a temperate summer, and you have metal armor on, you still do it; a guard must. Your crossbow rests right at your feet, at ready whenever something happens; which it usually doesn't. Just days upon days of sitting atop a stone tower, guarding against thin air... but there is something to do, right?

What do you do?
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>>732778
Count the cracks on the wall
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>>732778
Think of ways to murder the guard captain, who is a prick.
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>>732778
Fantasise about the Guard Captain's wife. Who is a hottie.

Last time on PMDQ we bought some supplies in town, learned a new skill, saw a vision of a dead human, went to a strange abandoned mansion where we got greedy in a secret treasure room, which benefited us in the long run when we bit the shit out of the ghost who was going to try and teach us a lesson, and got her as a team member. With our daily quest done, we return to the guild for some rest before I next adventure.

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Current Team/Gold/Items:

Riolu <Luka> (Steadfast): level 13
Weather Scarf (No effects of temp/weather), Goggle Specs (See invisible enemies, traps, and ???)

Moves:
Circle Throw (Fighting)
Bite (Dark)
Quick Attack (Normal)
Vacuum Wave (Fighting)

Skills:
>General Item Knowledge
You can now identify most common items found in dungeons and what they do without using them, more obscure and rarer items may need someone more experienced to identify.

>Type Advantage Basic
You now gain +1 to any roll if you use an attack that is super effective against an opponent (Does not stack)

>Hero's Last Stand
Once per day, when you normally would be knocked out you may roll 1d20 to attempt to remain standing with 1 hp. (18+)

Fennekin <Alice> (Blaze): Level 8
Orange Ribbon

Moves:
Scratch (Normal)
Tail Whip (Normal)
Ember (Fire)
Psybeam (Psychic)

Skills:
None

Froslass <Faye> (Snow Cloak): Level 14
Powder Snow (Ice)
Astonish (Ghost)
Icey Wind (Ice)
Draining Kiss (Fairy)

Skills:
>Ghostly Body
Can float over and through most surfaces


Gold: 119

Bag 16 slots:
3x Oran Berries (Heals)
2x Apples (Fills Belly)
1x Stun Seed
1x ??? Seed
1x ??? Berry
1x Golden Thorn

>Session 1 Start

You wake up… where are you? This isn’t like the other places you’ve been before, but it looks… familiar? You are in some kind of large open area, wore and tore paved road ways all around you. There are markings on it, but they are illegible due to times effect on them. In the distance you make out a tall building, tower you correct yourself, one direction, and another set of large wide buildings the opposite. Have you been here before?

>Explore the paved paths
>Head to the tower
>Head to the wide set of buildings
>Write in
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>>728653
>punch ceiling
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Rolled 89 (1d100)

> Punch Tower
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>>728653
>Head to the wide set of buildings

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Some major plot went afoot when we stole some extremely valuable tech. After that we took a trip to the wasteland encountering an Abomination with an angelic voice in a cathedral, got mindraped by an eldritch being in the windows of said cathedral and blessed by said or very similar eldritch being on an alter in said cathedral.

After that we returned apparently months later and persuaded our boss that we were in fact fine after our sojourn. After we got our new UPGRADED equipment(over these ones can handle our POWAH OF EXPLOSIONS). We than proceeded to train a bit in both our abomination form and explosive parkour in the nifty super training facility that the boss sunk a ton of money in.

Other then that our criminal organization has since expanded now fielding an entire super villain squad. In addition to expanding the base and a few upgrades. Unfortunately for us the boss apparently sank all his money into minions and the training facility. All other facilities are rather lacking.

The boss also gave us permission to enter a special room in the command center. As for what is inside we do not entirely know. The boss has also alerted us that we are getting assigned an assistant and some perks for being one of the original villains in the organization. The perks is access to elite minions, special secret room, elite upgrades, and special gear.

Outside of that we have several suites and hideouts established inside the city. Within the base meanwhile we got ourselves our own private residence. Minions gotta room together but supers get their own private place.

Sadly we are still a still newbie super villain in the big megacity but now we got some proper equipment and decent backing.

What do?
>Train
>Explore base
>Explore outside
>Go to Command Center
>Go to Barracks
>Other?
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Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>694499
Last Thread

>>728350
As an abomination you gain a free unit of mutant minions. As an original super villain of the organization you gain a free unit of elite minions.

You have also unlocked elite minions in the barracks.

Your equipment is also a grade higher then the other super villains and you have secret super special access as well access to better upgrades.

Basically some very awesome perks.

Minions can be hired at the barracks.

Vehicle support can be acquired at the garage.

The armory is basically the store there you can find equipment, goods, and upgrades.

Command Center offers missions provided by the criminal organization your a part of.

There are of course other places in the base and entirely new facilities since you last visited.

Your so high up in said organization the only person who can give you orders is the Big Boss himself. He however never really bothers with it preferring to give his agents their own freedom to do things.

He is rather hands off and laid back mostly supplying support(mostly in the form of MORE MINIONS!).

He is NOT to be underestimated however you know this better then most. Back when he was getting started the guy took on an entire team of super heroes with nothing but balls, minions, and some cheap ass equipment. You saw this with your own eyes.
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>>728350
>Enter the special room that boss gave us permission to enter
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>>728350
>>728374
Sekrit room!

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