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>DO NOTHING
>Hope to Lilith he doesn't look up. Sneak out the door while he's putting his katana back.
>Wait until he enters the room, then exit behind him
>crawl through the space between the door and his head

You stay perfectly still while Wi'aboo walks angrily toward the weapon rack, yelling profanities and extremely specific anatomical tortures that he will perform on Eddie later.

You take advantage of the fact that he hasn't noticed you to sneak back into the door and in the corridor.

With a pinch of luck you can just walk back to the skull opening on top and fly away.

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Unfotunately the corridor back to the top of the dojo is blocked by two cultists now.

Cultist 1: "Did you hear that? The master must be furious"

Cultist 2: "Poor Eddie. I always said that his obsession for rocks will be his undoing..."

WHAT TO DO?

>>556662
seduce them

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After parting ways with all of them you made your way to the laboratory where Yata is doing his usual things.
He peeks over his workstation packed with various chemicals as you enter.

"I assume you know why I'm here."

"Yes, Mila Rose already informed me.
An expedition into the human world? How exciting!"

"Yeah, but I'm not going there for a vacation.
I'll have to do some babysitting and I was hoping you could give me a helping hand."

He waves his finger in the air as he rummages around in a pile of stuff.
"Way ahead of you!"
When he stands up you can see a small white satchel in his hands.
"I went ahead and gathered up a few things that'll most certainly come in handy.
I'm willing to part ways with these highly sophisticated, *cough* experimental *cough* and totally stable items in exchange for one simple thing!"

You groan with annoyance.
"What is it this time?"

"Oh nothing shady, I promise!"
He pulls out a small pill from under his coat.
"Sallow this!"

"THAT'S EASILY THE SHADIEST THING I'VE EVER HEARD!"
You erupt with rage.
"Knowing you that could either cure cancer or make me shit out my organs!"

However before you could continue he slaps you on the head with a rolled up sheet of paper.
"Stop being a wuss and listen to me.
This is nothing more than a simple device used to record information about the living world.
Once in your system this thing will begin transmitting all the data that I need.
With this you won't have to go out of your way to help me with my research."

You look at the average looking pill with doubt clouding your mind.
"And what do I get in exchange?"

"I'm glad you asked!"
With that he opens the satchel he's holding.
"The bag contains several things you'll no doubt find useful!
Firstly are these prototype food pills. Each contains enough nutrients to sustain someone like you for five days.
And the best part is that they let out the condensed reishi over time, so you won't have to eat in that time period but your stomach will feel empty."
He then shows you a piece of folded cloth.
"This is a compact version of the reiatsu eating fabric I developed. With the press of a button it can compress or decompress so it can fit in your palm if needed!"

"These are all useful but nothing out of the ordinary.
Are you trying to scam me here?"

"I simply left the best for last my friend."
He shows you a syringe full of transparent liquid.
"I'll only give you one of these in case of an emergency but even then I'd advise against using it.
This drug will turn whoever gets it into a killing machine.
I created this by cultivating a new strain of Einherjar that work quite differently.
They won't heal the user but instead they override the users adrenal glands so they begin flooding your system with the stuff.
And in addition to that they'll make sure whoever is under their effect won't die due to adrenaline overdose.
So be careful with it, 'kay?"

You catch the satchel as he throws it to you and then swallow the pill in your palm.
With this you made your way to Gin in order to prepare.

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After receiving the necessary equipments from Gin for the mission you slipped into your specially made Gigai and ventured forth.
The fabric of space began to wrinkle up and part itself to let you through.
From high up in the sky you look down at the unsuspecting town.

The date is June 15th 2001.

The miniature denreishiki rings in your ear.
"Hello?
Do you copy?"

You press the ring in your ear.
"Yeah, I can hear you Gin."

"Perfect!
Now, let's lay down some ground rules.
First, call me Jester. I'd rather not have my name leaked to anyone listening.
Second, make sure nobody feels even a fraction of your reiatsu or the jig is up!"

"How do I find the school?"

"Just use your pesquísa and you'll see!"

You close your eyes and let out an ultra low wave of reiatsu in order to scan the whole town.
What you feel shocks you so much that you snap open your eyes.
"This is..."

"See? I told you!
Karakura Town is currently on a spiritually enriched plot of land.
This means there are more pluses, hollows AND spiritually aware humans.
The place where you felt all those signals? That's Karakura High.
Now if you'll excuse me I have to take care of some business so I'll be unavailable for an hour or so.
Good hunting!"
With that he hangs up.

But as you are pondering on what to do you think over what you felt.
On one hand you could go to the school but given that you didn't enroll yet you could examine one of two anomalies that you found.
The first was a second group of spiritual pressures that appeared only for a brief moment and then disappeared again within the city bordering Karakura Town.
The second was an absolute void of any sort of reishi somewhere within the industrial district.

What do you do?
>Go to school
>Go to Naruki City
>Go to the industrial district
>Other? (write-in)

>>558058
Should probably have prepared the opening before making the thread mate.

Dragon's Gate was the closest entrance to King's Landing, and quite frankly the smell of the other lower class transients did little to bother you. Nightsoil and sweat, in your experience, had the same sent even if they came from a septon rather a vagabond. Besides it was past sundown, and you needed an a place to stable your horses and a roof over your head as well.

“We made it. By the Seven it's huge” Daeron said, eyes darting back and forth over buildings and towers that comprised King's Landing. Plain, uncritical wonder and excitement danced around in his normally dull brown eyes. Not surprising for him, he Curious, while you never had been here yourself, Oldtown kinda of soured you on experience of steeping into a city this big. Ivory creeped up their marble walls, not plain long yellowish weeds like these. And the brown on the sides was paint, not shit. Still the city had it's own beauty and not all of it harsh. In the distance, Baelor's uncompleted sept was nearing completion and it's pale golden dome shone brightly even now.

“Forgive me for prying Ser Wil, but how are your accommodations for tonight? My townhouse has at least a whole quarter all to itself that you and your boy can feel free to use. Least I could do, seeing as I had to break the news to you.” Ser Jon Mallister asked, with polite indifference in his voice. The man was capable of great sympathy and manners, but the man was blunter than your warhammer

>A) Thank you, Daeron let's go

>B.) Thank you, Daeron go with Frey...I need a drink

>C.) Thank you but no, we don't want to try your hospitality

>>558218
I had actually, but my dog needed to go out and decided to get her walk out of the way.

>>558336

Glad to see this quest again!

Debating between 1 and 2, going to wait to see if we get any other votes before I make mine.

>>558336
>2

I missed you so much

>>558384
Glad to be back! It might not be a long session because I'm teaching tomorrow morning, and it's already midnight over here. Nevertheless, I'm excited for some more space exploring!

>>553405
>>Check up on how your crew is doing.

>>553405
>Make sure you're properly packed.
WHAT SWIMSUIT DID WE BRING?

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>>553405
>>Make sure you're properly packed.

Also, pray to god that the spaceline(?) didn't mix up our luggage with somebody else's and fine us for doing nothing wrong.

kill me

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This is less than ideal, you'd been hoping for a servant without a will of its own and that doesn't seem to be what you've created here. Your replica scrambles away from you, rising swiftly to his feet but stumbling as he tries to support his own weight. Forced to support himself on the edge of the counter, he glares at you as though you were the one responsible for his present weakness. In a way you sort of are, but that's hardly the point. Far more important is the question: Do you really look that petulant when you're angry?

It feels strange to quite literally talk to yourself, or at least a shorter version of yourself. “Well, to summarize the last day or so I created you as an experiment to see if I could turn a copy of my body into a mindless golem which could fetch me things and maybe confuse my friends. Instead I got you, and I'm not quite sure what to do with you.”

“Created me?” He ask, or do you ask? You're going to need to figure out something to call this bastard creation of yours. “That's nonsense, I was born a citizen of Rhynia in the two thousand two hundred and sixth year after that great city's founding. To claim that a meager barbarian could possibly hope to create a man such as I is absolutely idiotic, and I would appreciate it if you would refrain from such wild nonsense in the future.”

You have a very bad feeling about this. “Your name wouldn't happen to be Mercurius, would it? Dux of Licae, Centurion in the Imperial Rhynian Army. Specialized in infiltration, sabotage, and urban combat with secondary training as a Vatis.”

Casting about the room, your replica seizes upon a small hammer from your workbench and raises it above his head. The gesture might be threatening in other circumstances. “How do you so much about me, scum?” Wrath drips from every syllable, though he falters as he glances about the room. “And where is it that you've imprisoned me?”

You're really getting tired of this charade. Focusing your will, you're able to manifest a mirror standing just beside you such that your replica, or Mercurius as he prefers to be called, can see himself and easily compare. “I know this about you because I am you. Rather, you are a vestigial remnant of a false memory which until now I've more or less ignored. You were never a real person. I created you an hour ago. I could just as easily destroy you in an instant.”

(1/2)

“The realm you reside in lies within the territory of one of my allies, a spirit of great power whom I've frequently offered aid. In this place, I am as close to a god as any individual mortal is capable of being.” That's not entirely true, you'd probably have more absolute power if you had constructed a palace in the void, but you doubt this version of you, or this glorified Rhynian training program rather, knows that.

Mercurius allows his arm to fall, the hammer coming to rest on the counter as he stares at his reflection in the mirror. With obvious reluctance he places a hand lightly on the curve of his horns, recoiling in horror but a moment later. “I'm a freak.” He mutters, more to himself than to you. “What sort of abominable monster are you, that you would create such a thing as I?”

An incompetent one, apparently. You hadn't really intended this, but nor do you really feel sorry for... yourself? He's not real, he's not even a halfway decent imitation. Which raises the question of just what exactly you're supposed to do with him. You could kill him, but that seems like a bit of a waste. You might also simply leave him here, but to do what? Lounge around and be miserable? That doesn't sound particularly useful.

>Just get rid of him, nobody else needs to know about this.
>At least freak out your friends a little bit, get some use out of the thing.
>Call Fulvia down here, maybe she could help you deal with this situation.
>You suppose those cells in the basement will be getting some use. Lock him away for now.
>Write-in

Kinda feel like crap, been shitting acid today, so might be a short thread.
Yeah, yeah. I know I'm worse than Hitler.

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So, last time things didn't go so hot. Nappa's dead, but Vegeta's gone Great Ape and killed four people. Now you're wounded and divided.

Good luck

Hooray for suffering!

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>561962
Ahem
Roll to seduce

>>561972
Still salty we didn't save them, also THE BRUTE? OUTTA KNOW WHERE.

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September 2, 2525
0000 Hours
Aboard the UNSC Pioneer

"Begining preliminary examination."

You lie back aboard the medical table as the machinery surrounding you comes to life in a burst of light and noise. Mechanical appendages lower and beginning poking and prodding into your heavily toned body. A single appendage lowers and plays a bright light on your eye.
You're unable to move. Heavy straps keeping you locked onto a surgical table. The cold of the table beneath you a shocking contrast to your bare torso. An appendage lowers from the ceiling, the sound echoed by numerous other appendages. You twist your head to see the others strapped to a table much like yours. A laser begins to draw incision lines across your skin. Solomon, Keiichi, Jorge, John. You are unable to see who else is in the room with you and your focus is pulled away by an intravenous drip being inserted into your arm by one of the many medical staff. Your senses begin to immediately fade away. Before light, smell, and sound fades completely you hear the familiar voice of Dr. Halsey.

"Begin the Augmentations."

The appendage retracts slightly before it moves to your other eye and plays the same light.

Your world is colored in pain. You feel a sharp object slice into the back of your head. Expertly and precisely removing al material between your brain and the outside world. A brief sensation of air, then pain. Your brain sends messages of excoriating pain to your body. Messages to get up, to run away, to end the pain, to flee. Tiny pinpricks are made and you feel the forceful shifting of your brain matter. The arrangement of what makes you... you. The first of many changes to come. You feel an indescribable sense of pain and the shifting of your eyes. You want to scream. To yell your pain, fury, and agony to the heavens. Your tongue doesn't rise, your mouth doesn't open, no howl emanates from the teenager laid on the table. Nothing. Soon the pain dulls from the feeling of fire in your head to the dull sensation of constant shocks. Relief. Then you feel sharp incisions along your skin. Exposing your bones to the air.

The appendage retracts as the keen coppery taste of blood fills your mouth. You sit up interrupting the appendages and you hang over the side of the table coughing and retching up blood. You hear a rushed movement as a woman's callused, yet surprisingly soft hands push you back and begin to shake you.

"Damien!? Damien!?" She yells and calls to you but you're far, far away. Phantom pain setting your nerves afire, mouth held tightly shut, wishing to scream but unable to. You hear the faint whine and a build up.

"Clear!" The women yells and you feel an immense shock to your body. Dragging you from the depths of pain and anguish and back to the present. Your vision is blurred for a moment before refocusing quickly. You see the concerned look of Dr. Halsey as you sit up.

Fucking formats how do

>>549845
you could always just runaway to akun

but to be fair this quest is big name enough to not drown in the sea of halfbaked ideas and abandoned quests of qst.

good luck either way

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>>549845
Several other shinigami around you recognize that tone. Suì Fēng's hand finds Suzumebachi's hilt, while Komamura goes so far as to draw Tenken from its sheath but makes no move to actually attack. He's too angry at the death of his mentor to think clearly right now, so thankfully Shunsui places a hand on the giant Captain's right wrist and shakes his head in silent warning. After that quick glance around the group your eyes fall back on Ōetsu, whose cheesy grin only widens under the force of your scowl.

“Oh, not now,” the rotund woman you can only guess is Hikifune groans. “Why do they always get like... oh my, is that Yoruichi's little Lieutenant!?”

It takes you a moment to realize she's actually talking about you, since that was so long ago Suì Fēng hadn't come into the picture yet. By the time that thought finishes gestating in your mind you've very nearly been scooped up into a bear hug, and only just have time to free Tenkotsuki's blade within her sheath. The pommel cap rests lightly against Hikifune's enormous belly as she halts herself mid-stride, and your eyes meet hers. The smile that was on her face evaporates as she sees that while the gesture was subtle it was also a sincere warning for her to keep her distance.

“Hikifune,” you greet the large, purple-haired woman rather coldly as she takes a step back from you. “It's been a long time, more than a hundred years. Why have you returned now, of all times?”

“I hope that you don't blame us for the loss of two of your comrades,” she offers, her voice taking on an almost hurt tone. “But we have our own duties, you see. Sometimes they conflict with what we'd rather do.”

Just as quietly, you extend your left thumb over Tenkotsuki's guard and slide her blade back into place.

“Sorry,” you apologize with a subtle bow of your head. Not deep enough to break eye contact, but just enough to demonstrate the sincerity of the gesture. “I understand of course. That was more a matter of instinct than of personal judgment.”

“It wasn't the wrong instinct,” Hikifune admits with a sigh. “If you'll excuse me, I forgot to do something before coming here. I'll be along to join you in a few minutes.”

As the enormous purple-haired women turns back towards the fallen tower she arrived in, Yoruichi leans over to whisper behind her hand. “So it's not just me, right? She's put on like a thousand pounds?”

“I wasn't gonna say anything,” you admit in a whisper of your own, “but that IS a whole lot of woman, and not in a sexy sorta way. The hell happened?”

“You've had some of her cooking before, right?” your wife asks. Ah, that explains it. Not even your metabolism could handle three square meals a day of that without you ballooning up into a caricature of the human form.
>2/3

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>>549854
The one who by process of elimination must be 'the Monk' clears his throat loudly. “We are here to ensure that the Gotei 13 return to combat readiness as swiftly as possible.”

“Had you been here an hour ago,” Komamura growls angrily, “we would have no further need of your 'help' by now! Two of our Captains would not have died!”

“Sajin!” Shunsui snaps, his characteristic calm shattered for an instant before taking a moment to regain his composure. The anguish of having lost both his mentor and closest friend within the span of minutes is clear in his eyes. “Pointing fingers won't bring the dead back to life.”

“What a pain in the ass,” you here Kenpachi grumble nearby. “The geezer went out on his own fuckin' terms, moron. Ain't nobody's fault.”

“The Royal Special Task Force doesn't exist to bail our asses out,” Yoruichi adds, joining the other Captains and resting her hand gently on Shunsui's shoulder. “And doing so would've put their own charge at risk.”

“Exactly right,” Ichibē nods solemnly. “But we will have time to talk later.”

“Since we're talkin' about holdin' some sort of meeting, my Division was spared any real damage,” a familiar voice offers, at once calm and sinister in tone. “I borrowed some furniture from Aizen's office after he ran off, an' I'm keen to finally use it... with the Head Captain's approval, of course.”

Looking to your left, you see that Gin's got a look in his eye that's not at all one of sincerity. Rangiku notices it as well, glancing at you with obvious uncertainty as she recognizes the almost playful malice of a man who's preparing to make life a pain in the ass for someone he feels deserves it. Shunsui can't possibly know what that look means. He'll see it as a thoughtful offer and accept if nobody wiser in the ways of Ichimaru Gin interrupts.

>Second the notion... with the Head Captain's permission of course. Let Gin have his fun.
>Maybe that's a bit much. Meeting at the First Division headquarters is more traditional.
>You have a bone to pick with the Royal Guard. Nothing else happens until that's resolved.
>Other?

You don't exactly recall what you said, but it definitely wasn't anything good, because when you look about, you're in an ambulance. Christ.

You sit up, and the ghostly apparition sat by you chuckles. "Rise and shine, princess." He says through his laughter. Apparently you somehow defied all logic and basic biology to stutter, fart and then pass out in front of Shannon. Why? You're not exactly sure. At least he called an ambulance for you, even though that was a bit much. You doubt that you made a very good impression though.

After some routine examinations at the nearest hospital, you walk out and check the time on your phone. Midnight; you were out for nearly two hours. Another minute or so and it'll be Saturday.

>A. Head on home
>B. Go back to Shannon's
>C. Go back into town
>D. Other

>>549429
D seduce self

>>549429
>>C. Go back into town

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A cool breeze washes over the sands as the waves gently roll up onto the beach. Overhead, birds softly call as they fly over the island, nestling among the branches of the tropical trees. In a shaded and hidden section of the forest's edge sit two friends upon simple and comfortable hammocks that hang between two pairs of trees, enjoying the calming vacation-like atmosphere. They gently sway back and forth on their hammocks, enjoying a sweet, cold treat.

Ling gently kicks her feet back as she nestles one hand behind her head, licking at the ice cream cone. "Delicious," she says with a smile, looking over at Frost. "You made this yourself?"

Frost nods. Her mask, long gloves and boots have been removed and lay nearby, her pale skin creating quite the contrast from their shaded surroundings. Ling smirks when she remembers the cryomancer's comments about her 'not tanning well' and preferring the shade. Not that she minded, especially with sweet treats like this to share. "But how? You used your powers?"

"As much as I would like the very combat-useful ability of creating ice cream on the fly, no, I can't just conjure it up. It's a recipe." She holds a cone of her own and licks it, smearing her blue lips before licking them clean. "Of course, I can provide the cold, which helps keep my cone in shape. Yours, on the other hand..."

Ling's eyes are drawn from her friend's chilly hands down to her cone, the contents of which are dripping downwards. A drop falls and lands on her stomach, which she quickly scoops up with a finger so as to not let any of it go to waste. "I suppose your powers do come in handy in unexpected ways," Ling admits. She doubles her efforts to eat the snack, now keenly aware of how little time it will last in this hot weather.

>Eat ice cream in silence
>Talk to Frost about general things
>Talk about the team and recent goings-on
>Bring up your strange dream last night
>Other

>>549401
>Bring up your strange dream last night
Advance the plot

>>549401
>>Bring up your strange dream last night

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>>549235
Or, well, not right now, you're not. He just showed up and threw down the giant, clawed gauntlet, but you think you're being lured. Towards a trap or away from something else, you don't know, but you know that most of his digging is happening clear across the combat theatre and he just came all the way over here to harass you and then ran off.

You don't like it.

With you are the Bravely Broken--your squad of four mass-produced Steel Berets. Though only given a C combat rating, you've outfitted them with improved weapons, kit, and ablative armor, hoping to keep them in the fight (and their blood off your hands).

"We still have that comm signal?" you ask.

"Yessir," Susan, their erstwhile leader, replies. "I've got Derby tracking."

"Any odds on getting seismic readings piped in from topside?" You ask Drang, the local German mission control.

"I can try, but don't rely on it," he tells you bluntly. "It will only work as long as we can reach you."

Having opted to track the distress signal of a missing recon team, you put aside directly targeting Sabomole now, and weigh your options. You already dismantled one trap, you don’t doubt there’s more--and you don’t want to leave something nasty at your back.

>Head straight for the distress signal.
>Do at least a quick sweep of the areas you would otherwise skip.

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So, uh. Hi folks. Interesting weather we're having.

>>549238
>Do at least a quick sweep of the areas you would otherwise skip.

There's clearly something going on down here, and we're being baited to run on by. Let's make sure we don't miss it.

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Meanwhile, in the Far East, the Japanese make their last stand against the Red bear ramming down their door. Already, much of Transamuria finds itself occupied, with the Japanese moving into the suburbs of the key city of Khabarovsk. The Soviets have mustered up reinfiorcements to defend it, but only time will tell if it will stop. If the city falls, then Vladivostok and Manchuria will be easy prey for Japan. but only time will tell if Japan's gamble pays off.

Terribly sorry for the late update, things have just been piling up a lot faster than I anticipated and I've had less time to work on this.

>>550414
Wait to act. As for Europe, keep fighting for Swiss Unification. Spread the word of ARFP to the masses there.

>>550414
>>550506
I can agree with this. Fight for unification.

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It actually does, but 3000 characters is a lot. Also, "good luck".

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>>549170
"Alright, fine," you tell Ash. "Before I launch into this, you do understand that the Rose Cultists up in the Lichyard are a splinter faction of the family, yes?"

"I'm as familiar with your family as my master could make me," Ash agrees, with an amused look. "You did lay down the foundations for modern necromancy, la Croix."

"We've been at this awhile," you agree, modestly. "Then here's my side: I did what I had to do. And I didn't 'tear my way' through /anything/. Out of the Lush's allies I've had conflict with, only five are dead and one of those was one I wanted alive. The Vintner, in the Basement, was a torturing asshole playing god with life and death. Lisa the Seeker in the Lichyard murdered the innocent, stole from the dead, and hunted for a weapon to do that to the entire world. Brigette, in the Athenaeum, she's still /alive/ and doing better every day. The Baron killed himself rather than submit to capture, though if I'm being honest I likely would have killed him anyway. He, too, was a big fan of slavery."

Ash scowls, but doesn't interrupt.

"You're gonna keep this to yourself, but the Traitor's still alive," you tell him. "Which was a bit of a bitch to pull off, considering that she was trying to die, but my lover talked her down and she has the chance to move away from the brink of fucking madness. My enemy in the Roost is still alive and one of my allies now, Jack in the Warehouse was murdered by the Lush's other allies after we saved his damn life - for fuck's sake, we even managed to spare the Daughter, and she thought she was a fucking god!"

Raised elven eyebrows. You take a deep breath.

"The point being, I'm not in love with killing," you tell him. "Where I've gone, I've worked to make peace, to prevent bloodshed, and to leave the Dungeon a better place whenever I possibly could. I brokered an alliance between the Labyrinth Clan and Lakehallow, and between every floor I've gone through and every other floor I've managed to liberate. There's goblins attending school on the surface, for fuck's sake! School! They have handwriting lessons! My sister," you point your thumb to River, "has been spending most of her time getting rid of the zombies that the Moneychanger left in the Lichyard and healing the wounds left from the occupation. The Athenaeum finally has its staff back and has been supporting the other levels with research, planning, and by being a neutral space in which to meet. When we opened up the Roost, we gave the harpies there amnesty on the surface and now quite a few are living there beneath the wild sky, helping to create a new entrance to the Dungeon that'll make sure none of their children ever have to go hungry again, and I did /all of this/ because it seemed like it had to be done."

"Why?" Ash asks. The question is simple, but his eyes are on yours; you feel distinctly judged.

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>>549189
"Maybe my family /are/ holier-than-thou pricks sometimes," you murmur. "And maybe we aren't. But I mean it when I say I have a duty. Being a la Croix, necromancer or not, means helping out. It means not ignoring when people are in pain, in need, when they're lost or confused or misled. Yeah, the Lush has wronged my friends and loved ones, including the angel. But I'm not here just for them. I'm not even here mostly for them. I'm here for the chains of no iron he's put on the innocent. I'm here for the people dying of starvation with full bellies and I'm here to end the horror and the pain, and then I'm going to be here to help pick up the pieces, because you can't just topple the fucking tyrant and then fuck off to your palatial harem. Just because you went and pulled the arrow out doesn't mean the victim is done healing."

Ash pushes his hands further into his coat pockets and straightens the garment from inside them. Your Grandfather used to do the same thing. "What's your arrow here, la Croix? When do you think it's time to start healing?"

"The Lush needs to die," you tell him, simply. "Whatever madness drove him to this, whatever his reasons, he's gone beyond the pale. There are going to be too many angry ghosts left behind if I give him anything but the judgement of the gods. The people that have been hurting the angel, they die too. What has been done to her is unforgivable, and those who abused her bear her mark, a sign etched in death that identifies them - which is where I get to 'Lora's not like that' from earlier, by the by."

Ash blinks, slowly, like a cat. "...I've felt this mark," he admits.

You nod. "The Lush's demons must die as well, because they know the secret to making the giant's Drink, and I'm not going down in history as the idiot that let that knowledge spread. Then, only then, can the Cornucopia start to heal."

The elven necromancer sighs and turns his scarred face to look back at the revenants again, before looking to you. "...Let's say I turn my living forces over to you and ask the revenants to follow you for the time being so I can go try to talk my master down," he proposes. "What's your plan?"

> The harpies are going to evacuate soon. I want the civilians ready to do the same so the Lush can't use them for leverage
> I'm going to hit the Seedhouse. The Cornucopia needs those, desperately, to be able to get on with its life. I don't want to risk the Lush burning it out of spite and leaving the Roost's floors without food while we get it restocked
> I was actually going to ask your advice on that. I've gotten told about a few important areas down here but I already encountered one I haven't heard about. What would /you/ hit with a zombie army?

>>>Turn 441
>>>>>>>A. Raid
>>>>>>>B. Try to improve Base
>>>>>>>C. Try to improve Armaments
>>>>>>>D. Research technology
>>>>>>>E. Build something
>>>>>>>F. Scout
>>>>>>>G. Explore
>>>>>>>H. Your choice
>>>>>>>E. Mutate
>>>>>>Points: 60 Resource. 35 rare Resource. 40 Loot.Tek Resource 20 .Tech Resource 25. MAD Resource 10. Manufacturing Resource 25. 2 Tech Salvage. Assorted Tech 18.
>>>>>>Pop 2050k(50k Slave)
>>>>>>Military 1110k
>>>>>>Food: Great
>>>>>>Water: Great
>>>>>>Morale: Great
>>>>>>Medicine: Absurd
>>>>>>Health: Great
>>>>>>Armaments: Absurd
>>>>>>Fuel: Absurd
>>>>>>Tech level: Great Tek
>>>>>>>Reputation: Evil Inc

>>>>>>Infrastructure:Meeting Room+. Fish Farm+. Hydroponics Bay+. Tek Medical Bay++. Tek vehicle Bay++. MADTek Science Bay++. Tek Industrial Bay++. Bandit Corp Cells+. Storage Center+. Corp Construction Center+. Water Treatment Center+. Corp Recycling Center+. Logistical Center+. Command Center+. Processing Center+. Gym. Armory+. Server Farm+. Factory+. Nanite Beds+. Daycare+. Fast Food Shops+.Tek Ballistics Lab++. Breakroom+. MAD Shop++. Bad Bandit Bazaar++. Casino++. Ammo Factory+++. Tattoo Parlor++. Pleasure Palace+. Warroom+++.
>>>>>>Defense: Fortified Superstructure. Auto Defense Network. Trenches. barbed Wire. SAMFAP. Awakened Megacorp LS Defense Networks. MADtek Defense Net. BAD Tek Bandit Auto Defense Layer.
>>>>>>vehicles: BAD Bandit Loot Wagon(30) 2 BAD Bandit Flying Loot Wagon Fleet. BB Behemoth. BB Drones. 1 MMBB. 1 Mobile Bandit Base. 8 Bandit technical Fleet. 4 Bandit Bike Fleet. 3 Bandit Tank Fleet. 3 Bandit APC Fleet. 2 Bandit Super Tank Fleet. 2 Bandit Super APC Fleet. 3 RD VTOL Fleet. 3 Subterrane Fleet. MADtek Supah Tank 100. Bad Bandit Supah Tank 100. 100 MAdtek Supah APC . 100 BAD Bandit Supah. 3 APC Fleet. 3 BOMFAP Fleet. 1 MAD Bombers 500. 3 Bomber Fleet. 3 Fighter Fleet. 3 Gunship Fleet. 4 Subterrine Battleship Fleet.
>>>>>>Power: Nuclear Reactors. Fast breeder Reactors. Emergency Generators. Plasma Pumps. Fusion Reactors. MAD Generators. Madtek Reactors. Tek Reactors.
>>>>>>Weapons: Bandit Corp Weaponry(extensive). Maticico Plasma Weaponry(Absurd). Explosives(absurd).BAD Bandit Tek Weaponry(great). BAD Bandit MADtek Weaponry(good).
>>>>>>armor: Bandit Corp Power Armor(extensive). Bandit Corp Plasma Shields.Combat Tek Bandit Engineering Powah Armor. MAD SHIELDS(good). MAD NARMOR(good).
>>>>>>communications: Corp Comm Center. Craze Chant.
>>>>>>Materials: 4 supply. Bot Tech 30. Psi Materials 30. Research Materials 28. Manufacturing Materials 60. Tek Materials 79. MAD Materials 80. Psi Augs++++. Biotech Science Material 23

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>Action 1
Supply a few Psi Augs++++ and ask them if we can work out something too bring our same corp factions closer together, maybe once we get a brain we find out how all that works and maybe make something outta it, Anything else we get just sweetens the deal

>Action 2
Tech gaining for loot to keep going. Gotta get something really nice soon....see if Ginny can [Copycat] any skills that may help if she sees any.

>Construction
MARTY and ECO I want some of those MegaCell Blocks constructed to make things better for our folks. It would also improve standardization as once we have everone living in them we can start the next stage....MegaCell Block Banditball League. that should entertain people too.

>Trade
Buy the Gear for our super soldiers we wanna actually look professional

>Training
Train a carde of combat medics, professionals, keep our lads alive out there and maintain public health.

>Mad
Joy is best girl