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>>607363
>join the mercenaries
Fire emblem quest? Fuck yeah

>>607363

join the mercenaries

Clutching Buttercup close, you think of a lie to justify the two of you being out right now.


"Well uh, we just moved into the neighborhood. Just a little while ago, barely finished unpacking," you put up a smile and Marilyn follows this, her worried eyebrows not matching the cherry look, "Mom and Dad are still looking at which school to put us in, that's why we're out walking the dog right now, we only live a couple of blocks away."

"So you two are sisters?" The woman asks, looking at the two of you closely. Marilyn tries to hide her eyes away with her bangs, avoiding her stare as much as possible.


"Yep! Um, I know we don't look like it but uh..." you throw an arm around Marilyn and smile more, posing wither her, "J-...Just because she's adopted, doesn't mean I don't love her like I would a normal sister." Of course both her and the woman seem taken back by your sudden and little awkward statement, but you start to pull Marilyn along with you. "Sorry we have to go now! If we're not home in five minutes mom will freak!" The woman moves, ready to speak up, when another woman calls her from the house.


"Wis! What's the hold up?"

"Nothing babe! I'll be back in a second," she calls back, looking back as you try to move down the street, "Well, I'll leave you girls alone then. Don't play hooky too much, alright?" You only nod and wave, keeping a careful eye on the police car. When it begins moving forward you can't help but grip Marilyn's hand tightly, unsure if you should move forward and turn around. Swallowing your fear you keep moving forward and the officer only drives down the street, hardly offering you a passing glance. You don't release Marilyn's hand though, keeping a tight grip on her and the dog till you finally stop in the alleyway.


"Why was he stopped like that?" Marilyn whispers as she looks back and forth, keeping an eye out on both ends of the alley while holding Buttercup. In the mean time you're searching the backyards for any neighbors before getting the gate opened.

[1/2]

"Maybe he was just on patrol or something?" you offer as a suggestion, but remember the encounter with the law last night, "Or um, I don't know. But a cop stopped and talked to us last night, nothing bad happened or anything but he was trying to collect information. I think there's been a lot of break-ins around this area and they're cracking down on it? Maybe that's what he was working on." Marilyn accepts this as a reasonable enough answer, now just waiting by for you to creak the gate open. The street seemed more empty of the cars it held last night, hopefully meaning that everyone is gone away at work right now. At the sound of a car passing by both of you stop, holding your breaths as it meanders by. Heart beating quickly, you motion for Marilyn to follow behind closely.


Ducking the entire way, sneaking over to the window is easy enough. Before you can attempt to force it open, voices from inside make you pause to listen. Coming from inside the house, it's hard to make them out exactly but it's definitely John's voice, Aria's occasionally coming up. A normal conversation is not happening, and a crashing noise sends you jumping back from the wall. Looking in you can't see much, not till you try peering into the living room. There's not much of it you can see from the kitchen window, just someone's arm or leg occasionally coming into view.


"Are they fighting?" Marilyn asks, her voice barely audible. You can only shrug and try to listen more.

"...-need to-...-you're oka-...-scaring them-..." John's voice, and as you pick out the words you realize that he's not the only one talking. Dan's voice is mixed in there too, but what he's saying is lost by the distance.


"It's not John and Aria fighting," you tell Marilyn, ducking below the windowsill again, "I think something is going on with Dan."

"That weird guy?"

"Yeah. I don't think it's a fight, I think he's just like...I don't know. It's hard to tell." Marilyn's face pales at this and she clutches Buttercup closer.


"Should we try getting in right now?" she asks.

>>597504

suck and fuck

>>600811
Hail OP!

>>600845
Hail dude. I think I've finally decided to take a "QM name", as I might run a couple of other quests at some point in the near future, with similar visual style. For the foreseeable future, Ill probably use "Drop".

How've you been?

>>600859
Hey it's you
how are the neighbours

I wasn't a part of Crashing Evangelion,but I would play the hell out of some Watership Down

>>597502
Oh hell yes! Maybe you can host a movie crashing quest on Watership Down. But here the quest what is your username?

>>597509
Sorry, I mean question. Please forgive me.

Prince Daeron looked at you, and as he did Aemon's eyes darted ever so slightly towards you.

“Tell me my lord, what stories have you heard about my lord father?”

“Just gossip my grace, nothing fit for a proper company. The usual scandals most lords are forced to bear, bawdy tales more fit for peasants and foreigners looking to pass the time without having to worry about decorum. I know that he is my king and your father my Prince.” You say turning your attention back to the Squire's Melee.

A blunted sword and been caught underneath someone's helm, the thunderous sound of it breaking into two almost drowned out the sound of the cheer of the crowd and Daeron's resigned sigh. But the crowd was riled up and your attention was a little too focused on the Prince to ignore either the tired, sad look on his face or the unease he oozed out.

“Lord Deschain, you can spare me etiquette here. My pavilion is private, everyone here is allowed to speak honestly and frankly. These are my closest friends and trusted guests.” Prince Daeron said, once again facing you.

“Your grace, it's likely is being completely honest and not just courteous. The boy spent his entire time either at Fatebound or in the Riverlands.” Lord Tristan Selmy said, his pale blue eyes fixing on yours and then the Prince's own dark purple eyes. “I believe this is even his first time in King's Landing, let alone as an adult”

A.) Admit while it's just rumors, you are aware of the accusations of rapid promiscuity and corruption.

B.) Ask Prince Daeron if the rumors are true.

C.) Try to get out of this conversation (Roll Persuasion)

Sorry for the late ass follow up, my internet was either spotty or my work schedule was hectic all last week.

no interest anymore?

>>598602
Scout out the area first I guess

>>598614
Alright then.

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>>598618
Oh lookie here, there's a note lying on the ground while scouting in the island.

>(set up camp in the forest)

(set up camp in the forest)
Look around the woods for herbs and ediable berries.

>>608097
>Rules for the quest:
>The first dubs selects a presented option,

Really

Rolled 3, 5 = 8 (2d6)

Rolled 6, 3 = 9 (2d6)

i'll Make a roll do speed things up

Rolled 4, 4 = 8 (2d6)

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>>597902

Young and innocent, Cecelia, or as she prefers to be called, Cici’s story has yet to truly begin, but perhaps that’s for the best. After all, there’s still so much for her to learn, so much growing that she needs to do both inside and out before she comes to face the world as an adult. One might be able to tell that much by simply looking at her as she halting flips through a book that’s more pictures than words, carefully sounding out the syllables to her pet rabbit, Din-Din, as she goes and occasionally brushing back her overly curious follicles to keep their shadows clear of the page.

Truly, she would need guidance in the days to come, and perhaps that’s why the fates entrusted you into her possession: an amulet of whispers fashioned into a bracelet and a conduit used to address spirits from beyond the veil, uncovered after years of disuse from the lair of a demon bear and still very much struggling to get back inside your depths. Perhaps both of you have some growing to do in the days to come.

--

Welcome to Gorgon Child Quest! Where-in you take up the role of a magical talking artifact being wielded by a young gorgon girl named Cici. Living out of the steadily improving remains of a once great dungeon, the game will focus on exploration, character interaction, and learning. I may also include a magic system down the line depending on how things go.

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dis gon b teh shit

>>597903
LEARN TO READ

>>597646
>(write in)
Look for your autistic brother that browses 4chan and call him an idiot

>>597653
You remeber your neet half brother who lives in the basement and go down to insult him. He tells you out screaming something about Serbian genes

>>597654
Inform him that Slowakia is irelevent and procede to burn him more than Napalm bombs in Vietnam :^)

>>597216
Looks cool but I never like this "you're totally out in the middle of nowhere and there's literally nothing" starting. I hope there's something grand planned!

>Observe my own body
Hands, arms, legs, etc
Check for damage and what have you

>Walk in a straight line
As to make progress yet not get even more lost

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>You look down at your body and find you are uninjured.
>However, you question how you can see at all in what should be a totally pitch forest.
>You turn around and see a set of brighter-than-the-sun headlights glaring back at you.
>The glare of the headlights prevents you from making out anything other than the two shining orbs.
>You hear snow crunching behind you.

>>597216
Fap for warmth

>>596221
>AD198- An Admantine plated warforged; Heavier, bulkier, stronger, tougher, but slower and definitely not stealthy

>>596221
>IW249- An Ironwood plated warforged; you feel more at home in the natural world, and are a slightly tougher than composite plated warforged

>>596221
>>596289
I'll second this

Rolled 1 (1d1)

>>607625
Rolling to see if OP is a faggot

>>607625
"I'll take it. Here's the cash.

Slipping a hand into your wallet, you retrieve your rather small clip of cash. And it grows even smaller when you throw down a 10 dollar bill onto the counter. She looks down, grasping the paper will vigor as she holds it above her head, checking it for any sign of counterfeit. As a few moments, she pockets it. "Looks real enough. I'll go get the keys for you, sit tight.

You stand impatiently as she returns from her office, grasping a battered old key. Attached to it is the room number, 208. "Here. Don't go snooping about in the other rooms. I'll know. Have a uh, nice stay. You have a television, telephone and a drawer. She says as she throws down the key. Rude lady, you think about saying, but you know better. You grab the keys and grasp them tightly as you turn to the steps. The smell of mold becomes ever so present, and you can somewhat smell a faint pesticide. Hopefully not.

After climbing two flights of stairs, you reach your room door, 208. Opening the door, you enter. Its in rambles, and the bed has only 3 legs. The wallpaper is splintering at the corners, and the bathroom looks as if a tornado ran through. You thoroughly check the bed for any sign of pest, but find none. You cautiously take a seat on it, getting some nice relaxation in. Its a rough place, but should fit comfortably should you need a place to fall back on. What will you do?

>Use Your Telephone(Write-In)
>Stash your Belongings(Write-In)
>Nap
>Exit the Room
>Write-In

>>607661
>Write-in
Masturbate/find a animal to fuck

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>>606745
>"It's sport, a dangerous one to boot, shit happens"
>>Quietly mourn your damaged horn.

>>606745
>"I had to give it my all".
Not the horn! If we ever needed a miracle, it's now.

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“Rise and shine, sleepyhead! It's time for school!”

Your pleasant sleep is interrupted first by the sound of curtains being drawn, an intense light shining on your face, followed up by the blankets being jerked and pulled from under your arm. You let out a groan and turn on your side, facing the wall, before you feel a pair of hands on your arm, shaking you awake. Your eyes shoot open as you turn around, being met with the over-eager smiling face of Saki. “A little birdy told me you were returning to your classes today!”

“Do I really have to?” you yawn. “I mean... you know I'm going to start skipping classes at some point today anyway... so how about I just don't come in at all?”

Saki pouts as she places her hands on her hips. “Come on, Ryoji! You promised! Just this once, and I'll give you a pass to skip every other day!”

“Will you really?” you sigh.

“Not at all, skipping classes is seriously irresponsible!” Saki exclaims, before letting out a sigh. “But... I want you to just make a special effort today. For me... please?”

One look into those big blue eyes and you cave. “Okay... for you, Sak. I'll try.”

Saki smiles and claps her hands together as you sit up on the edge of the bed. “Oh, thank you! That's my big jellybean!”

You pause, staring at Saki. “I... what?”

“Jellybean!” Saki smiles. “That's my new nickname for you!”

“Okay...” you mutter. “Explain.”

“Well, it's because you're tall like a beanpole... you wear green a lot which is my favourite flavour of jellybean... and you've got a gooey centre!”

You calmly sit up from the bed. “Saki... I refuse this nickname.”

“What?” Saki gasps. “You can't refuse! It's not like I had a choice in you calling me Sak!”

“Yeah, but I really hate this one.”

“Why? I think it's cute!” Saki protests.

“Because it's embarass-” you begin, but you catch yourself a little too late, as Saki develops a smirk on her face.

“Oh?” she laughs, crossing her arms. “Could it be I've finally found something to tease you with? I've found a way to embarrass the constant embarrasser?”

“That's not-”

“You should call me DJ Kobashi, because I just turned the tables!” she laughs.

You squint your eyes at Saki and shake your head. “God, you drive me so crazy...”

Saki smiles, reaching up on her tip-toes to plant a quick kiss on your lips. “You drive me crazy too... jellybean.”

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“Nothing better to wake up to than the sounds of a lovey-dovey couple,” Ken yawns, stirring from his blankets and hopping from the top bunk.

“Don't judge us,” you remark. “Besides, you've got a girlfriend yourself now, don't you?”

Ken shakes his head. “Isn't it a little early to call Nanami my girlfriend? We're just going on a few dates and seeing what happens. We haven't even done anything romantic yet.”

“I'm pretty sure if I asked Nanami she'd say that you're her boyfriend,” you remark.

“Really?” Ken ask.

“I don't know,” Saki replies. “But it seems like something you should talk to her about.”

Ken sighs. “My point still stands. A casual date doesn't make us boyfriend and girlfriend yet. We're hardly exclusive.”

“You say that like either of you are interested in dating anyone else,” you laugh.

“I could be!” Ken protests.

“Like who?”

“Uhh... Nariko?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Nariko? Nanami's roommate? Are you serious?”

“No...” Ken sighs. “I was just throwing a name out there.”

“Now, you two hurry up and get ready!” Saki exclaims. “Or else we'll be late!”

Saki steps out of the room and waits while you and Ken prepare yourselves for the day ahead. The two of you enter the hallway, and as you hold Saki's hand, the three of you make your way to the main school building.

As you're about to enter the main foyer of the school, Saki breaks her hand away from yours. “What's this about?” you ask.

“It's against the rules for students to partake in public displays of affection on school grounds during school hours!” Saki cheerfully explains. “As such, we must refrain from our love until an appropriate time!”

You chuckle. “Wow, you're serious about keeping up with this?”

“Of course!” Saki smiles.

You smirk. “Trust me, Sak. You won't make it to the end of the day. You can't resist me.”

“Have faith, jellybean,” Saki smiles. “I have an iron will!”

You make your way to homeroom, and see a bespectacled, stubble-ridden face you've managed to avoid since coming back. The symbol of cruel authority in your life... your homeroom teacher, Akihito Naito. He hates you.

As he catches a glimpse of you walking through the hallway, you see him struggling to maintain a professional face. “Ryoji Shida... welcome back.”

>Pissed off you aren't rid of me, huh?
>'Sup teach? How's it hanging?
>Offer a handshake
>Go in for the hug

>>600956
>Pissed off you aren't rid of me, huh?
>Offer a handshake