RWBYgt Trash General #172: Return of the Hiatus Edition Prev

To the guy who said something along the lines of "If Dry were here, would he draw one of his characters in the meme sweater", name one.
Name one character.

>>7555099
Laurel
Although I'm not that guy

>>7555099
Mari. Pay TONS of attention to the detail on her back muscles.

>>7555206
>>7555209
>Thinking I'm him

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Since JQ is in a stall right now..

May I run Eventide?

I swear this will be the last time I will ask.

>>7556255
k

>>7556297

Wait.

Really?

>>7556255
No.

>>7556325
yeah

>>7556344

Bleh!

>>7556372

Okay!

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>[x] Douse!

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You douse your weapon with the contents of you hip flask, hoping that some alchemical effect will magically happen.
Nothing does.
A the very least, your whip now reeks of alcohol and is wet.

The Bog Guardian bellows deeply.

It starts charging at you, thundering its way past through any obstacle in its path, collapsing many fragments off its crumbling mass. (15)

[] Attack
--[] Whip
--[] BLANK CHOICE

[] Special
--[] (You have not learned anything)

[] Items
--[] Hip Flask (2/3 Charges left)
--[] Whip (Unequip)
--[] Bottle

[] Defend
[] Observe
[] Wait
[] Flee


Health: 9/19
Aura: 3/3
Fatigue: 0/20

>>7556430
dodge

>>7556430
[x] Defend

Go go Quiltic!

>[x] Flipped to dodge!

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You deftly dodge the colossal Bog Guardian, avoiding its lumbering assault.

The Bog Guardian crashes to a halt upon missing you collapsing massive blocks and chunks off its crumbling mass, briefly stunning itself in the process. (30)

[] Attack
--[] Whip
--[] BLANK CHOICE

[] Special
--[] (You have not learned anything)

[] Items
--[] Hip Flask
--[] Whip (Unequip)
--[] Bottle

[] Defend
[] Observe
[] Wait
[] Flee


Health: 9/19
Aura: 3/3
Fatigue: 3/20

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>>7556500

>>7556500
ATTACK THE CHEST WITH WHIP!

>>7556610

By chest do you mean...?

>>7556653
where else could it hit?
whats his most crumbled spot as of now?

>>7556693

Can you point on the picture where you wanna hit it?

>>7556753
just right below the head.

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>[x] Whip below it's head (Core)

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You lash out against its wide stone body, but it looks like you've done nothing to affect it! (0)

The Bog Guardian creaks down and kneels in recovery from its stunned state, trying to gather back its own fallen pieces to no avail.

[] Attack
--[] Whip
--[] BLANK CHOICE

[] Special
--[] (You have not learned anything)

[] Items
--[] Hip Flask (2/3)
--[] Whip (Unequip)
--[] Bottle

[] Defend
[] Observe
[] Wait
[] Flee


Health: 9/19
Aura: 3/3
Fatigue: 5/20

>>7556837
well shit.
attack its left leg (where the knee is) with the whip.
It cant charge if it cant move.

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>[x] Whip knee!

You lash out against its shambling knees, erupting bits and pieces of stone and metal outward (9)

Upon whipping, the structure of its weak joints give way as the Bog Guardian loses its balance from its kneel, causing it to tip over to the ground. (10)

It thrashes around in raging agony as it tries to pick itself up again.

The Bog Guardian bellows deeply.
It starts charging at you, limping its way past through any obstacle in its path, collapsing many fragments off its crumbling mass. (20)


[] Attack
--[] Whip
--[] BLANK CHOICE

[] Special
--[] (You have not learned anything)

[] Items
--[] Hip Flask (2/3)
--[] Whip (Unequip)
--[] Bottle

[] Defend
[] Observe
[] Wait
[] Flee


Health: 9/19
Aura: 3/3
Fatigue: 7/20

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>>7557308
dodge and whip the right knee!

>[x] Dodge and whip at other knee

You deftly dodge the colossal Bog Guardian, avoiding its lumbering assault and attempt to lash at its other knee.

It connects! (9)

The Bog Guardian crashes to a halt upon missing you collapsing massive blocks and chunks off its crumbling mass, briefly stunning itself in the process. The added imbalance on its cracked left knee makes the constraint to stop to be more violent. (40)


[] Attack
--[] Whip
--[] BLANK CHOICE

[] Special
--[] (You have not learned anything)

[] Items
--[] Hip Flask (2/3)
--[] Whip (Unequip)
--[] Bottle

[] Defend
[] Observe
[] Wait
[] Flee


Health: 9/19
Aura: 3/3
Fatigue: 12/20

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>>7557480
since its stunned.
finish off its left leg.

>[x] Whip left


You lash out against its left knee again, erupting bits and pieces of stone and metal outward (12)

A resounding crack bursts out of the old stony joints.
It looks to be giving way!

The Bog Guardian creaks down and kneels in recovery from its stunned state, trying to gather back its own fallen pieces to no avail.


[] Attack
--[] Whip
--[] BLANK CHOICE

[] Special
--[] (You have not learned anything)

[] Items
--[] Hip Flask (2/3)
--[] Whip (Unequip)
--[] Bottle

[] Defend
[] Observe
[] Wait
[] Flee


Health: 9/19
Aura: 3/3
Fatigue: 12/20

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>>7557664
Just because.
rest your fatigue, and take a small sip of the bottle.

>>7557704
OH that Fatigue is supposed to say 15 not 12 sry.

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>[x] Take a breather and drink from mysterious bottle!

You slow yourself from all the action and take a moment to catch your breath.
Your limbs slowly regain their vigor from the previous strenuous actions. (Fatigue- 3)

You also uncork the mysterious bottle and take a sip of its aromatic contents (4/5 remaining) and feel your wounds rejuvenate (+30 hp heal, +2 aura heal) and your aura restored.

The Bog Guardian bellows deeply.
It starts charging at you, painfully slowed by its dragging left leg past through any obstacle in its path, collapsing many fragments off its crumbling mass. (25)


[] Attack
--[] Whip
--[] BLANK CHOICE

[] Special
--[] (You have not learned anything)

[] Items
--[] Hip Flask (2/3)
--[] Whip (Unequip)
--[] Bottle (4/5)

[] Defend
[] Observe
[] Wait
[] Flee


Health: 19/19
Aura: 3/3
Fatigue: 12/20

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>>7557856
Side step the golem and finish off the left leg.

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>[x] Take a step aside and whip the left leg!

You take an easy side step from the clumsy giant stampeding at you.

Bit before you easily avoid it, you strike at its left leg with a sure blow blasting rock and rusted metal.

*BRACK!* (CRIT 80)

First a crack then followed by a vicious tumble, the Bog Guardian wrecks itself onto the hard ground.
As the dust settles you can see it struggling and roaring louder than before as you notice its left leg has completely been torn asunder from it, lifeless into crumbling pieces of moss, stone and iron.

Somehow unfettered by its serious injury, it crawls to you using its arm and remaining leg, going much faster than its usual charge as it hammers anything in its renewed warpath with its keg-sized arms. (5)
(Boost + Attack, Boost + Speed)
Shrapnel fly in all directions as it comes for you.

[] Attack
--[] Whip
--[] BLANK CHOICE

[] Special
--[] (You have not learned anything)

[] Items
--[] Hip Flask (2/3)
--[] Whip (Unequip)
--[] Bottle (4/5)

[] Defend
[] Observe
[] Wait
[] Flee


Health: 19/19
Aura: 3/3
Fatigue: 12/20

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And with that I'm gonna turn in.

Tell me hwacha think like usual!

>>7558030
i liked it.
Maybe now we can finally get passed this damn thing.
If we are not crushed next time.
goodnight

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>Yulia giving Jasper a handjob

penny is worst girl.

>>7558072

Let's finish this!

But uhh...you forgot to input an action, Eventide anon.

>>7559380

That doesn't look legal at all.

>>7562545
WHIP IT'S ELBOWS

>>7562545
DODGE HIS CHARGE WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT

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>[x] Whip Elbows!

You reel your whip and ready yourself to pull to hit its rapid but cumbrous elbows.

(You are not agile enough to pull of this action)

Halfway through the arc of lashing, its colossal arm bring down close to you in their rampage, buffeting you with debris (5) and sending you careening into the hard dirt.

When you look up, a huge fist overshadows you as it starts coming down accompanied with thunderous roars


[] Attack
--[] Whip
--[] BLANK CHOICE

[] Special
--[] (You have not learned anything)

[] Items
--[] Hip Flask (2/3)
--[] Whip (Unequip)
--[] Bottle (4/5)

[] Defend
[] Observe
[] Wait
[] Flee


Health: 19/19
Aura: 3/3
Fatigue: 14/20

>>7562892
roll out of the way

>>7562561
It is legal. They're siblings.

>>7563272
>Raye teaching Jasper
>Sexually

Brb gonna eats

>>7563332
No no, I meant like the picture given, they're definitely siblings.

Sexual activity between siblings is definitely legal. I read it in a book somewhere.

Are there people here? I'd like to at least finish Chapter 0 of the quest I started yesterday, if someone wants.

>>7563835
yo

>>7563884
Here I'll post the last update. The votes so far 1 cry and 1 asking who.

"A-Alexia?" You can barely get her name out.

She doesn't look the way she should, she was always so bright and....happy and......alive.

>[What?]
>[When?]
>[How?]
>[Why?]
>[Just start crying]

>[Write-in Option?]

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>>7564099
Forgot pic like a dumbass

>>7564099
going with
>cry

>>7564099
>[Why?]

>>7564126
>>7564198

>[Cry] + [Question] Mix

"W-Who....w-w-w-w-why..?" unable to form a solid cohesive question you just resort to sobbing into your hands. Alexia Alabaster, your only real friend aboard this damn ship...is dead?

"I have a couple of my best agents investigating the surrounding area to see if there's any clue as to who is responsible for Dr. Alabaster's death." Ironwood say's to you once your cries have finally quieted down.

That's nice, you guess, but your honestly a little lost right now. You were her assistant, and the C4D3-NC3 Unit was mainly her doing. What's gonna happen now?

"Dr. Polendina has already completed his P3N1 Unit and under normal circumstances that would mean the work that you and Dr. Alabaster would either be destroyed or put into storage. But these aren't normal circumstances and I'd think you'd agree that doing so would dishonor her memory, right?"

"R-Right" You manage to get out.

'Well then," The General says whilst rising from his chair and taking his Scroll from his desk, closing the screen. Good, you didn't want to see that for another second.

"Would you kindly show me to the C4D3-NC3 Unit, please?"

Oh man...

>[Bring him to the lab where C4D3-NC3 is being held]
>[Ask for a minute to collect yourself]

>[Write-in Option?]

>>7564648
>[Ask for a minute to collect yourself

>>7564648
>[Bring him to the lab where C4D3-NC3 is being held]

>>7564648
>[Bring him to the lab where C4D3-NC3 is being held]

>>7564687
>>7564689
>>7564721

>[Bring him to the lab where the C4D3-NC3 is being held]

Getting out of the chair, you quickly wipe the remaining tears from your eyes. Alright, you can do this. Stand straight, arms behind your back, make eye contact, keep a straight face. You do it, for the most part. Your stone face starts to waver as your thoughts are filled with Alexia.

Don't cry. You got this. Alexia could do this, you can too. Alexia...

Don't cry.

"I-If you'll follow me please, General." You say as you turn and exit his office. You hear the General's heavy footsteps behind you as you walk.

You pass several "associates" as you walk with the General, most of them whispering to each other about your red eyed and sniffling face with Ironwood close behind you.

You finally reach the door to the lab. You glance up to the top of the door frame where a piece of paper is taped there.

ALEXIA AND MARSHALL'S SECRET LAIRBORATORY
NO UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS
TRESPASSERS WILL BE FED TO THE EXPERIMENTS

>[Let Ironwood enter first]
>[Go first]

>>7565140
>[Let Ironwood enter first]

>>7565140
>[Go first]

>>7565330

>[Let Ironwood enter first]

You stand beside the door and turn to face Ironwood. He seems to get the message and the door slides open with a soft hiss as he enters. You quickly follow.

"I presume this is the C4D3-NC3 Unit?" General Ironwood says while standing in front of the vat containing the amalgamation of both your's and Alexia's work of the past year and 8 months.

"Y-Yes sir! The C4D3-NC3 Combat Capable Unit is a fully functioning metallic endoskeleton covered in a layer of synthetic self-repairing and re-programmable flesh. The head stores a fully self-aware and highly intelligent AI capable of interfacing with any kingdom's database on Remnant." You say. This is the speech you've been practicing for the last month, circumstances be damned you'll try your best to nail it, it's what Alexia would expect from you.

Don't cry.

"Hmm" The General seems to ponder what you've said so far. You haven't even begin to explain the combat functionality yet so what could he be thinking abou-

"Activate it."

What? I mean, you're pretty sure you know how to but that's usually where Alexia would step in. What if you somehow fuck it up?

>[Sir, I'm not exactly qualified...]
>[Right away, sir.]

>[Write-in Option?]

>>7565386
Sorry anon, i should probably mention the standard time is about 15 minutes. This next one will take a bit longer cause I have to go do something real quick but i'll be back soon.

>>7565549
>[Right away, sir.]

>>7565549
>[Right away, sir.]

>>7565583
>>7565598

>[Right away, sir.]

Despite yourself and your trepidation, you approach the console connected to the vat of green slime where C4D3-NC3 is floating peacefully in a skintight suit and wires connected to it's spine and the back of it's head.

"R-Right away, sir." You stammer.

You peer down at the screen as your brow furrows. You start tapping away as the pod slowly starts to drain of the slightly luminescent slime it held. Okay, this shouldn't be too hard.

You spare a glance back at the General waiting patiently, his face blank and kinda unreadable before continuing your work at the console.

That should just about do it. You enter in the final password and the pod opens, the android slumped over on it's knees in the pod. You step back and stand beside Ironwood as you both look on.

...

...

It should have woken up by now. Why isn't it waking up right now? You fucked up. You fucked it, Alexia's dying dream is right there and you fucked it up. God's what have you done?

While you threaten to burst into tears again at the prospect that you somehow made all your murdered friends work null and void. C4D3-NC3's eyes flutter open and it raises it head.

You can't help but light out a small gasp as you're light brown eyes are locked on to it's pink gaze at stares from General Ironwood, to you, to back to the General. It slowly rises from its slouched position to standing straight up. Wires and all still connected to it, it snaps into salute.

"Awaiting orders, General Ironwood sir." C4D3-NC3 says it's voice coming out loud and clear.

Tears start well in your eyes as you realize something...

You didn't fuck it up.

>CHAPTER 0: DARK CLOUDS, SILVER LININGS | STATUS : COMPLETE

>CHAPTER 1 : EYES UP, ANDROID | STATUS : AVAILABLE

>START CHAPTER 1?

>[YES]
>[NO]

>>7566414
>[YES]

>>7566458
Before I continue, how are you feeling it so far? You'll start as the actual created character in this chapter.

>>7566704
it sounds cool.
lets do this.

>>7566704
It's a neat idea. We'll see how it goes.

>>7566778
>>7566787
Alright! I hope I don't disappoint. Here we go

>[CHAPTER 1 : EYES UP, ANDROID | BEGIN]


>NANO FLUID DRAINING

...

>BASIC POWER SYSTEMS ACTIVATING

...

>BASIC POWER SYSTEMS ACTIVATED
...

Is...is this what living is like? This... nothingness?

>ESTABLISHING NERVOUS SYSTEM CONNECTION

...

...Hmm? What's this now?

>NERVOUS SYSTEM CONNECTION ESTABLISHED

...Aaahh, this... this feeling, what is it?

>MOTOR FUNCTION SYSTEM ACTIVATED

I...I can... move? Still can't see though.

>CONNECTION TO OPTIC SYSTEMS ESTABLISHED

Alright then.

Your slowly raise your head and open your eyes and see two.....men? Yes that's the proper term, right? But...who are they?

>DOWNLOADING REMNANT BANK OF FACIAL SCANS

>9%
>67%
>100%

>DOWNLOAD COMPLETE

Aah, the man on the left is General James Ironwood, one of the most influential man in Atlas and a fair bit of Remnant as well. The other man is Marshall Rouge a scientist who officially works in the Robotics Sector of the Atlesian military.

Wait, GENERAL James Ironwood, that means he out ranks you.

>SUPERIOR RESPECT PROTOCOL ACTIVATED

You body practically moves on it's own as you snap into a salute, your long hair flowing behind you.

"Awaiting orders, General Ironwood sir." You say to the man, your voice coming out loud and clear.

At this, Marshall Rouge starts to cry. Is...Is he upset that he's not receiving similar respect? No matter, the General takes priority at the moment.

"Hmm...C4D3-NC3? Do you mind if I call you Cadence? Or, would you prefer something else?" The General asks.

You've...never really gave it much thought, not that you really could up until now, but still.

>[Cadence is fine for now, sir.]
>[Actually sir, could you refer to me as [INSERT NAME HERE], please?]

>>7567253
>[Cadence is fine for now, sir.]

>>7567253
>[Cadence is fine for now, sir.]

>>7567335
>>7567548

>[Cadence is fine for now, sir.]

You can't think of anything to name yourself right now, so that should be fine.

"Cadence is fine for now, sir." You say to the General standing in front of you.

"Alright, Cadence. If you come up with something for yourself, be sure to tell Mr. Rouge here and he'll relay it to me or someone who can spread the word." The General says while gesturing with his hand to the man who's currently facing away from you and the General and softly crying into his hand.

"Whaa? *sniff* Oh, uh...yeah, of course!" Rouge responds while wiping the tears from his eyes and turning back to you, a small smile in his face. Now if someone wasn't programmed to sense heartbeats and read emotions you wouldn't be able to tell that while he is happy about something, probably you working optimally, there is something behind it. Those aren't just tears of joy.

"Anyways, Cadence. If you don't mind, could you please explain to me some of your capabilities?"

"Well General..."

>[Explain Combat Abilities]
>[Explain Intelligence Abilities]
>[Explain Subterfuge Abilities]

>>7567748
>[Explain Intelligence Abilities]
penny is combat ready.
we are not

>>7567806

>[Explain Intelligence Abilities]

"Well General, my brain is on par with the Apollo 6000 HSX/FC supercomputer stationed at Atlas Academy and can bypass almost any security system in 7 minutes."

The General's eyes widen slightly.

"Ah, I see. You know, most people don't know about the Apollo. How do you know of that?" Ironwood asks, while giving you a hard stare.

Rouge has a look of surprise on his face and is shaking his head "no" for you not to answer or to lie. Should you?

>[Lie to the Gen-SUPERIOR RESPECT PROTOCOL OVERRIDE

>LYING TO ANYONE ABOVE YOU IN RANK OR YOUR CREATORS IS EXPRESSLY FORBIDDEN

Oh, well, okay then.

"Dr. Alexia Alabaster gave me access to Tier-4 Atlas documents. I presume she was not allowed too?" You ask.

The General's brows furrow.

"No, she wasn't. Did you know about this, Mr. Rouge" Ironwood turns to face Marshall and takes two steps to be uncomfortably close to him.

Marshal responds by backing up trying to give himself some space but hits his back against a desk connected to the wall, effectively trapping him.

"N-No! I-I-I-I had absolutely no idea she d-did such a t-thing, sir! In fact, I would h-have toed to stop her if she did!" Marshall is scared now, if the visible sweat on his forehead and his stutter is anything to go by. Oh, and his heartbeat is at one hundred and twenty three beats per minutes, interesting.

"Alright then." The General clearly does not buy what Rouge just said but doesn't press it further, I wonder why that is.

Where is Dr. Alabaster, anyways?

>[Ask about Dr. Alabaster's whereabouts]
>[Is there any thing else you would like to know, General?]

>[Write-in Option?]

>>7568518
>[Is there any thing else you would like to know, General?]
don't hurt the scientist

>>7568518
>[Ask about Dr. Alabaster's whereabouts]

>>7568518

>Flipped coin, [Is there anything else you would like to know, General?] won.

It's not terribly important, you can ask later if she doesn't show up at some point.

"Is there anything else you would like to know, General?" You ask, hoping that maybe it'll lighten the sudden heavy mood that fell over the room.

"No, that'll do just fine, Cadence" The General breaks his stare down with Marshall and turns back to you.

"I'll have someone make accommodations for you as an official person aboard this ship, and Mr. Rouge..." Ironwood turns back to Marshall.

"Y-Yes?" Marshall responds, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Cadence is your responsibility now, be sure to care for her with the best of your ability." The General's hard stare is back now and more intense.

"O-Of course, General! You can c-count on me!" Marshall says while attempting to stand straight and point a thumb at himself.

"I'm trusting you on this Marshall, do not let me down." Ironwood seemingly has nothing more to say as he leaves the room.

Marshall sighs and sinks down into a chair, putting his head into his hands. After a few minutes of silence he leans down and pulls open one of the bottom-most drawers, removing a large bottle of alcohol.

>ANALYZING LIQUID
...
>LIQUID ANALYZED : VACUOAN BRAND VODKA "CLEAR COURAGE", 185 PROOF, 40 FLUID OUNCES

Whoa, that's some heavy stuff. Is he gonna drink that? Yes, apparently. He's....really gonna chug the whole thing? That can't be healthy.

>[Stop him]
>[Let him continue]

>[Write-in Option?]

>>7569253
>[Stop him]
"I don't understand the situation you feel yourself in, but I do know getting drunk is hardly a viable long-term solution."

>>7569253
>[Stop him]

>>7569253
>[Let him continue]

>>7569253
>[Stop him]

>>7569292
>>7569518

>[Stop him] + [statement]

You raise your voice to speak to a man desperately trying to drown himself in very strong alcohol.

"I don't understand the situation you feel yourself in, but I do know getting drunk is hardly a viable long-term solution."

Marshall stops drinking, and puts the bottle on the desk having already drank an eighth of the bottle. He coughs slightly and wipes his mouth.

"Yeah....yeah, you're probably right. Was supposed to be used for a celebration, but I guess things don't always pan out the way you want." Marshall states as he looks forlorn and stares at...well, nothing really.

Should you...say something? Oh wait, he's moving. Marshall gets out of his seat and sighs.

"Let's get you unhooked out of that fucking machine, yeah?"

He gives you an empty smile.

"If you don't mind."

...

Now unhooked from the pod, you finally get to stretch and feel out your body.

Thin, lithe, limbs? Okay.

Extremely long, blonde hair? Alright.

Flat chest? Umm, sure?

You feel your artificial tongue around artificial mouth and teeth. Is that a...gap in your front teeth? Imperfections for you to seem more realistic, maybe? You slowly bring your hands to your face and feel around a little, normal feminine features, no moles or anything. Thick eyebrows? Nothing wrong with that.

Marshall seems to being eyeing you with a look of mild confusion.

>[Sorry, this whole "body" thing is a little new to me.]
>[Ignore him and continue to feel yourself out]

>[Write-in Option?]

>>7569711
>>7569731

Sorry, 15 minute time limit.

>>7569963
>[Sorry, this whole "body" thing is a little new to me.]

>>7569963
>[Ignore him and continue to feel yourself out]
Accidentally extra lewdly.

>>7569963
>[Sorry, this whole "body" thing is a little new to me.]

>>7569998
>>7570202

>Coin flip [Ignore him and continue to feel yourself out] won

You ignore his look and remove your hands from your face, slowly putting them together and feeling them together. Nails, fingers, knuckles, palms. Yep, those are hands. Feel like how hands should, you think. You slide your hands up to your covered forearms, feeling the rubbery material covering them. Going up further to the bicep, you don't feel an overwhelming amount of muscle, although you guess that wouldn't really be needed. Your endoskeleton would do the work anyway. Your hands continue their journey up, reaching your shoulder and down slightly to the collarbone, well, collarbone-like protrusion. Now going down, your hands slide past your small breasts and feel a bit of a jolt when you slide past the place where your nipples should be. That was...pleasant.

Your feeling must have been visible as Marshall moves from his place leaning on the desk to standing in front of you waving his hands slightly.

"Alright, alright, alright. I think that's quite enough of that." His look of confusion morphing to one of discomfort.

Now that you've got a good look, your're actually considerably shorter than him, actually.

>ANALYZING ROUGE M.
>...
>GENDER : MALE
>AGE : 29
>HEIGHT : 5' 11"
>WEIGHT : 170 STANDARD POUNDS
>BLOOD TYPE : O-

Hmm...

>[Ignore it, ask other questions [PLEASE SPECIFY]]
>[Why am I so short?]

>[Write-in Option?]

>>7570674
>[Why am I so short?]

>>7570674
>why were you crying?

>>7570742
This.

>>7570742
>>7570817

>[Why were you crying?]

You're curiosity from earlier is coming back now.

"Why were you crying, earlier?" You prompt Marshall, who's face falls at your question.

"I-I-I was...crying...because...i was so excited that you work! You work better than I could have hoped, heh heh." Marshall rubs the back of his head while giving you an obviously fake smile.

Yeah, you're not buying that.

You give him a look that clearly shows your feelings towards his rather poorly attempted lie. His smile breaks apart and it seems like he might start to cry again.

"Y-You know that I helped Alexia Alabaster create you...right?"

"Of course."

"Well...uh...t-this morning, I found out that Alexia was...was...Alexia was found...d-dead." Tears are clearly about to spring forth and he hangs his head when they do.

One of your creators...is dead?

>[Ponder this more]
>[Console Marshall]
>[Ask Question]

>>7571096
>give tender hug

>>7571151
This.

>>7571151
>Someone died
>Execute hug.exe

>>7571151
>>7571184
>>7571301

>[Give tender hug]

Based on the various databases you can access, the standard response to someone in grief would be to console them, right?

You take a step forward and slowly wrap your arms around Marshall's shaking body. Him being over a foot taller than you really only has it so your head is on his chest and arms are around his waist. It seems to bring him comfort, as his tears start to recede and he rests his cheek on the top of your head.

...

"Thanks, Cadence." Marshall says, breaking the hug after a few minutes of standing there in silence.

>HUG STATUS : COMPLETE

"Your welcome, Marshall." You respond as he wipes the nano-fluid off his cheek he got from your hair. You really find a shower at some point, maybe some new clothes, too. This suit is nice and all, but you know, it'd be nice to have something a little less...tight.

Marshall's scroll pings in his pocket and he reaches for it, no need for that, though, you have access to most of Atlesian people's Scrolls and the Military's as well. Infringing on the people's rights and freedoms? Probably.

"It's about where I'd be staying, it's in the Dormitory Sector of the ship in room F-223." You tell him before he's even finished pulling it out of his pocket.

"Oh, well, okay. Saved me the time." He slides half of his Scroll back into the pocket of his maroon pants.

"Do you want me to show you the way?"

I mean, you already have the entire layout of the ship, so you could absolutely find your way with minimal issue but...

>[No thanks, I can find my own way]
>[If you so wish.]

>[Write-in Option]

I'm gonna pause right here. If things go right, I'll probably be able to run again in like 14-18 hours? We'll see how it goes.

>>7571711
Oh, and one more thing. Should we just call this CadenceQuest for the time being? I mean, CQ is already taken by CarrollQuest, but that hasn't ran in a while.

>>7571711
>[If you so wish.]

>>7571761
Call it CdQ

>>7571798
This.
On both parts.

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>>7571798
>>7571887

CdQ it is! Better for my notes than "trash quest im running" , anyway. See you later.

>>7571711
>[If you so wish.]

>>7571798
>CandelaQuest
why tho?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FZUcpVmEHuk

boop

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>>7555473
But I am me.
>>7555209
Is this what you meant?

>>7575936
nice
>even more stripes
NICE

>>7575936
fucking good job mate.

>Was only supposed to do legs today
>Looking at my drawing of Mari makes me want to do back now
I brought this on myself

>>7575936
Can we get Ty in a sweater?
[s]Nice drawing, fukken saved.[/s]

So is Marigold the best breeding material out of all the CYOA girls?

>>7577892
Depends on what you're trying to breed her with.

>>7577927
Let's think of some test cases.
A. Your average manlet cuck.
B. An Pillar Man-tier god of fitness.
C. A bull. Or a horse.

>>7578033

>A. dmiral

>His reluctance to betray his oneitis spurs her on to continue against his will. He does not survive.

>B. AWAKEN MY MASTERS!

>Ubermensch next generation.

>C. BESTiality

>Anyone got Daedalus on speed-dial?

So can we agree Volume 4 as particularly pointless?

Let's just break down everything that happened.
>RNJR travels the continent to get to Haven
>We get very minor "character development" about how Jaune is handling Pyrrha's death
>Qrow talks to his sister in the one scene I actually find important out of this whole volume
>RNJR is stopped by a big bad, but Qrow comes in and saves them; neither die nor learn anything useful about their opponent from the situation
>Qrow does a massive exposition dump about nothing; also, he apparently brings bad luck to people (despite that being bullshit)*
>We get unnecessary flashback stuff about Nora and Ren, but it's at least decently executed

>Weiss loses her heiress-ness
>That's seriously all that happens

>Blake spends half a year on a boat to go home
>She finds out the Black Fang are basically just as much of a threat as we thought they were to begin with
>Then she goes back to Vale
>Also, minor (likely unnecessary) character development between her and that guy she clearly won't get with, and her dad
>And she see Blakes home-town, but that probably won't come up again either

>Yang is sad
>Yang is happy
>Yang destroys the continuity of the show in the same way the Eagles from Lord of the Rings do

>Cinder is sad
>Salem is sad
>Cinder is weak
>Salem is... well we don't know because she didn't do anything

What a productive Volume...


*seriously, I thought that scene in 3-3 where Ironwood stops the battle mid-fight was him and his "bad luck" magic, but you have to admit it's PRETTY FUCKING LUCKY he lived through the poison and that Haven soldiers were able to find them

>>7578246
I'm with you on everything but the last bit. It was a really lackluster volume.

I think it was his bad luck that stopped the fight, but like he said, some times it effects his opponents. And in this case, it made it so Winter looks like the bad guy.
It also seems to have a limited range, considering he actively stays just far enough from RNJR to not effect them before the Tyrian fight, but is also still within shouting distance. I doubt even his semblance could make it so they wouldn't have found him, considering they pretty much have to load him on the stretcher before they're even in range.

>>7578246
I feel like it should be only like a third of a season. It felt unnecessarily stretched out and the "finale didn't feel like a season finale, it felt like a side arc that gets wrapped up. Imagine if Red Hot Chili Pepper was the entirety of Diamond is Unbreakable, that's about what happened.

>>7578414
And at least then that Arc had a satisfying conclusion.
Not quite as satisfying as Another One Bites the Dust though.

>>7578414
I feel like Volume 4 as a glorified two or three parter. No fucking joke. Cut out all the stuff with Weiss, Blake, and Yang (and yes, you totally can do that and not much would change) and you have about an hour and a half long movie about what RNJR was doing on their trip to Haven. I'm currently watching RWBY with a friend who just finished V3, and I may just straight up told him to skip this.

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>>7578089
>A. dmiral

>>7578246
I wasn't really surprised by them getting rescued once their subplot had been dealt with; Not even Qrow's semblance was enough to overwhelm plot armour. I didn't like it, but it wasn't a disappointment.

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Kalifornia knows how to party.

>>7579312
UNF

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>>7579312
Judging by the porn alone, I think it's technically the most popular Kali ship

>>7577892
My vote goes to Yulie cos all that thirst is about burst any moment now

>>7577892
Jill is pretty much a walking eugenics program

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>>7579768
>this makes me remember the lewd scene at the beach in the flashback
I did not order this boner!

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I can continue Cadence Quest if there is people around who want too.

>>7580222
I'm grabbing dinner, but I'll be back by the second round of votes.

>>7579312
When will Todd plow her?

>>7580270
When will Todd?

>>7580234
Or before it starts, apparently.

>>7575936
Yes, yes it is.

I don't even think it's hot because I'm not into muscle grill. But it's a good drawin. Have you been practicing?

>>7579884
It's true.

>>7580302
NOW.

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>>7580915
>NOW
>implying Todd will ever run more than one-three posts at a time, months apart.

>>7571798
>>7571887
>>7574355

>[If you so wish.]

He probably knows that you can do it yourself, but accepting help usually doesn't lead to many issues.

"If you so wish."

"Alright. Just...follow me, yeah?" Marshall says while turning and reaching for the bottle of Vodka left on the table.

He must have felt your stare into the back of his head as he slowly retracts his hand away from the bottle and back to his side, muttering "Alright, alright." while doing so. Marshall finally makes for the door and you follow him out of the room.

People were milling about in the hallway but seem to whisper to each other when you pass, presumably about you. It'd make sense if they were.

You also notice that your leaving a small trail of glowing green nano-fluid down the hallway. This ship has cleaners, it'll be no issue.

Hopefully.

Marshall seemed to have no issue with it when you brought it up.

"We've got little automated bots that keep this place spic and span. Only worthwhile thing Dr. Marlowe has done with his life, anyways." He said, though the part pertaining to Dr. Marlowe more whispered than spoken aloud.

You briefly check your database for a Dr. Marlowe, but there's 29 of them on Remnant. You don't know about who's actually stationed aboard The Intrepid Dreamer, that's Tier-5 stuff.

"And here we are." Marshall says in a completely monotone voice.

Oh, yes we are. You glance up and see "F-223" printed in gray block letters against the white metallic walls.

"My room is actually right there" Marshall points to a room down and on the other side of the hall. Right at a room marked "F-207".

"You got any questions or anything? Or can I go to my room, too?"

>[Ask Question] (Please Specify)
>[No, I'm quite alright.]

>[Write-in Option?]

>>7580799
Sorry, got caught up watching NXT stuff.

Hurf durf u r tedd.

Nuddin fuggin heppened sinz lest tim.

Yer on a not-boat-plane wif a buncha gits.

[] gif Is-Z the succ
[] be met wif new grill
[] do trane montage

>>7580956
>[] do trane montage

>>7580956
>do trane montage wif Is-Z
Git dem mutual gainz. Wasn't that the plan or something?

>>7580947
>[No, I'm quite alright.]

>>7580956
>[] gif Is-Z the succ
Something something feminine penis

>>7580973
O shid; Dedliffs, run, jerks. Dat teks like... I donno, four days.

O no. Der's a big ol munster. What do?

[] fite
[] run
[] giv munster the succ

>>7580947
>>[No, I'm quite alright.]

>>7580947
>[No, I'm quite alright.]
i want to protect this scientist

>>7581011
>[] fite

>>7581128
u luus. fug :DD

>>7581303
git up n fite hardur

only nerds giv up

>>7580994
>>7581018
>>7581024

>[No, I'm quite alright]

Nothing really comes up at the moment.

"No, I'm quite alright." You say.

"Oh...well, if anything comes to mind just...i dunno, message me on my Scroll or just come knock on my door...doesn't really matter to me." He turns to leave, but pauses and turns back.

"Oh, uh...tomorrow you're probably gonna have to go through some practical testing. Nothing major really, just going through some basics, you know, Hacking, Combat, Subterfuge. Higher-ups wanting to confirm your abilities, you know? It was supposed to happen later today, but..." He trails off.

It's not hard to figure out why.

Thank you for letting me know, Marshall." You reply to the sad looking scientist.

When he's halfway down the hall you yell "You better not be planning to drink in there!"

He pauses mid step and responds to you in a whiny without turning his back.

"But...I'm already like, half-cut though."

"Don't."

He sighs and rubs his face.

"Fiiiiiiinnnnneee." He quickly walk the rest of the way to his room and enters without looking back.

You enter your own room and look around.

It's a rather plain room, with white walls and a gray floor and the bed sharing the same coloration as the rest of the room. There is a drawer on one wall with a door beside it leading to a bathroom.

You do really need a shower.

You enter the bathroom and after a little trouble, you're able to get out of your suit. You place it in the sink and step into the shower.

As you wash the nano-fluid out of your hair (this make take a while) you begin to contemplate your rather tumultuous awakening.

Dr. Alexia Alabaster, the main scientist devoted to creating you, is dead. Leaving her partner in the project and friend Marshall Rouge, to be your primary caretaker.

It seems to be a pretty big undertaking, and you can't help but wonder if he's really cut out for it.

You realize something that would actually be mildly disturbing to any onlooker.

>[1/2]

>>7581374
odubzzfug.

u git dat power of anime n deus ex machina yer fite.

gj

victoly

Is-Z gibs the succ

>>7581857

Well, your synthetic flesh is currently sagging of your endoskeleton and it feels...strange. You had to search through your systems for a minute to see what exactly is happening to you.

As it turns out, it's actually good thing.

You see, the flesh that sits on your endoskeleton will actually slowly build up toxins and other things. Similar to how skin cells are constantly being replaced on a normal human, this flesh is constantly replacing dying or dead cells with healthy ones, resulting in a build up of dead matter that needs to be expunged every once and a while. Your automated systems simply took now as a time to do it, even though there wasn't much to empty out. It seems that every couple day's is a good time frame to do this, and you also need to charge your power core in a similar way.

Your power cell, the "Life Ring Regen Power Cell Mk.46" can run for several days before recharging, a process that would shut you down for exactly 16 hours. Due to the decay of your Life Ring System however, it will be 17 hours in approximately...oh, only 674 years.

You feel your skin tighten back up and you wash the remaining luminescent green slime from your hair. You turn off the shower head and step out of the shower, wiping the condensation from the mirror to reveal your face. Same as it should be. You know you can reprogram your body to adopt any humanoid form you want, but should you mess with that while you have some alone time?

>[Yeah, let's dabble in that dark art.]
>[You'd rather not, really]

>[Write-In Option?]

>[2/2]

>>7582126
>>[Yeah, let's dabble in that dark art.]

>>7582126
>[You'd rather not, really]
i like shorty just the way she is.

>>7582126
>>[You'd rather not, really]

>>7582178
>>7582322
Y'all have no sense of adventure.

>>7582635
I'd rather keep [muh femminine benis xD] locked for now.

>>7582735
I meant we could have turned into a Moss Giant or some shit.

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>>7582173
>>7582178

>Coin Flip resulting in [Yeah, let's dabble in that dark art.] winning.

You slowly close your eyes and focus on the image of someone.

You feel your limbs stretch and your hair recede and the fake flesh on your body form a lanky, but still more masculine shape.

You open your eyes to see not yourself, but Marshall Rouge staring back at you.

Whoa, that's pretty neat.

You close your eyes again and your skeleton, skin, and hair go back to a more feminine form. You open your eyes again to see a frizzy haired blonde girl. This was one of the other scientists you passed in the hallway, though she had glasses and an inhaler when you passed her in the hallway.

Morphing a few more times, you begin to get the hang of this, as weird as it may be. But, it could be used as a powerful tool for any future impersonation you may have to do.

Stepping out of the bathroom and turning to the dresser, you pull open the top most drawer to reveal several neatly folded outfits that a quick analyze shows that they will all fit you.

But which one do you choose?

>[Skin tight suit similar to the one you awoke in but with out the ports in the back and a harness with multiple pouches on it if you want.]
>[A...sailor outfit? With the option to choose between pants or a "Combat skirt".]
>[Standard Atlesian Soldier outfit.]
>[Regal looking Military Outfit.]

>[Something else?]

Oh, and Thatch is the best ptero ever.

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>>7582896
And saved the wrong one like a moron.

>>7582896
>>[A...sailor outfit? With the option to choose between pants or a "Combat skirt".]
Obviously we go with the combat skirt for maximum mobility.

>>7582896
>[is that a leather jacket and some blue jeans?]

>>7582929
best girl

>>7582998
>>7583055

>Coin flip resulting in [Leather Jacket and Blue Jeans] victory.

Pushing your potential articles of clothing to side, you find something that isn't overly flashy, but not too tactical either.

A leather jacket(with two pockets on the outside, and several more hidden on the inside), blue jeans(wow, these pockets are deeper than you'd think) and a plain white shirt to put on under the jacket. You remove the items from the drawer then close it, maybe you'll need the other outfits later? It'd be a shame for them to go to waste. Pulling open the drawer underneath, you are met with your second decision, underwear. What to go with?

>[Sporty] (Spats and a sports bra)
>[Plain] (Unremarkable panties and unremarkable bra coming in both white and black)
>[Risque] (Lace on Lace on Lace, oh my!)

>>7583372
Write ins are of course an option too, sorry I keep forgetting to put them.

>>7583372
>[Sporty] (Spats and a sports bra)
The maneuverability is best.

>>7583441

>[Sporty] (Spats and a sports bra)

You grab the spats and sports bra, leaving the other pairs behind as you the close the middle drawer.

...

After putting on the clothing you have chosen, you sit on your bed and stare down at your bare feet...

Shoes, right.

Going back to the drawer you open the bottom most drawer finding something to cover your feet.

>[Stylish Sneakers] (hi-topped shoes that are popular with the "cool" "kids")
>[High Heels] (Not much explanation needed)
>[Boots] (Sturdy and reliable)
>

>>7583811
>>[boots]

Alright, gonna resume Family Gathering, Thankfully for Normal difficulty the GM can save at will, so no limited saves.

>>7583811
Sticking to boots

>>7583811
Fuck it do what this guy says>>7583830

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>>7583830
>>7583992
>>7583998

>[Boots]

Grabbing the boots that were on the right side of the drawer. You slip them on and tie them tight enough to say, but not too tight as to feel uncomfortable.

Standing up, you push the drawer closed with your knee and take a look around glance around your room, you find nothing of note left to do here.

You could stay here and charge in preparation for tomorrow, but you've barely spent any power and the ship, while knowing the blueprints, is still mostly unknown on a personal level. There's the Combat Arena, the place where you'll most likely do those practical tests mentioned earlier, there's the Cafeteria, where it should be about Lunch, you don't need to eat but you could physically do so if the need arises. They'res also the Lounge, the Guard Barracks, and even the Laboratories, though you might not be able to get full access there. You could always go see Marshall, but you aren't too sure about that one, he'll probably want to be left alone.

Where do you go?

>[Stay here and wait until the Practical Tests]
>[Visit Combat Arena]
>[Visit Cafeteria]
>[Visit Lounge]
>[Visit Guard Barracks]
>[Visit Labs]
>[Visit Marshall's Room]

>[Write-in Option?]

>[x] Sleepy resumes Family Gathering...

You successfully hop over the botched fence, now you see is overgrown plants. It's always the same in Mistral when you travel deep when all you see i greenery.

To your right you can see a broken swing set. The rope, and plank were covered in moss, but you see nobody can sit here.

Up ahead is a door, it's already opened. leaving dread, and worry, tempting you to enter their turf.

What now?
[Take a look of your surroundings]
[Take a deep breath and enter the door]
[Fix the swing set?]
[Go (which direction?)]
[Inventory Check]
[Write In Action]

>>7584222
>>[Stay here and wait until the Practical Tests]
Run some internal tests and ensure everything is functioning at 100% for tomorrow.

>>7584222
>[Stay here and wait until the Practical Tests]
>>7584245
>[Take a look of your surroundings]

>>7584502
>>7584730

>[Stay here and wait until the Practical Tests]

You decide that staying here and assuring that all your systems are working correctly than learning the in's and out's of the ship. Running a quick diagnostic check, you find that all your systems are functioning optimally. You lied down on your bed and power down to charge what little battery you lost today.

...

>ESTABLISHING SECURE CONNECTION
...
Hmm...?

>SECURE CONNECTION ESTABLISHED
...
Secure...connection?

>RECEIVING ENCRYPTED MESSAGE
>DECODING ENCRYPTED MESSAGE
...
What?
>.. ... .- -... . .-.. .. - .- / .- .-.. . -..- .- -. -.. .-. --- / - .- -.. . ...
...
Morse...Code?

>TRANSLATING MESSAGE
...

> ISABELITA ALEXANDRO TADES
...
A Name?

>FULL SYSTEM FUNCTIONS ESTABLISHED

You sit straight up, eyes wide and aware looking around the dark room. They must turn off the lights at night. Night vision doesn't reveal anything out of place. You rise from the your bed, looking all about your room for something off, even checking the bathroom.

Nope, all clear.

That message, "ISABELITA ALEXANDRO TADES"... Who is that? A scan of the database containing all the people on Remnant bring up...0 results found?

Scan again....0 results found.

Huh? Morse Code and the encryption was simple enough to pass, but even getting it to you the way whoever sent this did would have to have some form of technical genius.

It's 3:24am, most of the people aboard the ship are probably asleep. Should you tell someone?

>[Tell Someone] (Who?]
>[Keep it to yourself]

>[Write-up Option?]

Sorry that took a bit longer than usual, I lost it halfway through and had to restart.

>>7585220
Let, uh, I forget his name, the handler, sleep for now, but go to him before the testing and ask about security flaws.

>>7585220
>tell rouge

>>7585306

>[Let Marshall Rouge sleep but ask about security flaws before testing.]

You decide that Marshall should at least be given a few more hours of rest, he had a pretty heavy day yesterday. But you'll tell him before your practical testing in a few hours. You can do something for those few hours, maybe go somewhere?

>[Just Wait]
>[Take a Walk]

>[Write-in Option?]

>>7585717
>take a walk.

>>7585717
>[Take a Walk]

>[x] Situation Awareness

You take a step back, and look around even more. From looking at the bigger picture. The mossy swing is hanging from a old tree, and a rope is laying in the dead grass.

Looking to your left, you see a severed hand what supposed to be a studio camera. The camera itself was broken, and the tape was taken. The hand is left there to decay for a year.

The door is left opened, feeling your confidence is building. Now you're ready to go inside...

What now?
[Go inside] +1
[Take rope]
[Look at the camera]
[Go (which way?)]
[Inventory Check]
[Write In Action]

>>7586012
>[Go inside] +1

>>7585763
>>7585769

>[Take a Walk]

You'll not be getting anything else out of being cooped up in this room, anyway.

You step out into the hallway, the normal bright lights now dimmed and being a soft orange glow, you walk around the ship, going nowhere in particular. You pass by the Lounge, empty, the Cafeteria, no one there except for a lone guard eating a Schneecker's Bar, probably taking a night shift. He raises his head and nods at you before returning to his snack.

You're walking pass the Combat Arena and hear sounds of...well, combat. Peeking your head in you see a girl with red hair in a psychedelic fur coat carrying a old-fashioned revolver.

Several Atlesian Model-00 Training Bots lay at her feet, smoking gun wounds in all their heads. The floor open up in front of her, revealing a platform holding six more of the same Training Bots.

"You ready to see something wonderful, missy?"

Is...Is she talking to you? You glance around seeing no one else.

"Yeah, I'm talking to you. I'll ask again. You ready to see something wonderful...missy?"

She hasn't turned around to face you, so no dice on facial recognition.

>[Sure.]
>[Stay Silent.]

>[Write-in Option?]

>>7586161
>[Sure.]

>>7586161
>[Sure]

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>>7586200
>>7586276

>[Sure.]

you shrug.

"Sure."

"I was hoping ya'd say something like that." The girl reaches into her coat and pulls out what seems to be an antique coin.

The Robots snap to attention at this movement, each taking a different stance, ready to pounce.

The Lady doesn't move having a stare down with the faceless bots. She flicks the coin in her right hand into the air, causing the bot's to all jump at her.

Then, so fast even you can barely catch it, she raises the gun in her left hand and fan-fires six shots into the coin in the air, each bullet ricocheting into a bot's head. She side steps one of the falling hunks of metal and circuitry as she turns to face you, lowering her glasses to give you a "Well?" look.

>FACIAL RECOGNITION COMPLETE

>NAME : AMBROSIA, DELILAH F.
>AGE : 30
>HEIGHT : 5'9
>WEIGHT : ???
>BLOOD TYPE : A+

Well then.

>[Clap.]
>[It was pretty alright.]
>[I've seen better,]

>[Write-in Option?]

I'm gonna stop here for the night. Probably continue around the same time again.

>>7586553
>[It was pretty alright.]
If she was truly a great gunslinger, she would have needed only one shot.
Worst waifu by far.

>>7586601
This.

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>>7555206
Another one.

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>>7586774

>>7586774
Das gud...
[s]Can you make Gumi?[/s]

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Don't bottle up your feelings now.

>>7586774
Holy shidd do she got the booty.

boop

>>7586774
When will we have Laurel and Marigold cuddles?

>>7589730
Never.

>>7586774
Pretty good

Now do Amy!

>>7586774
Do Gumi!

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>>7577132
And another one.

>>7579312
>Dream of Kali fornication

>>7587029
>>7590462
>>7590674
Post refs.

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>>7591297
Oops, well I still got your old works.

>>7579312
Not to mention that California was on fire just a week ago.

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>>7591528
Might samefag, here's another

>Laurel gets the most replies
>Ty gets the least
Worst girl confirmed?

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WHAT'S GOOD RWBYt?

>>7592058
Wrong thread you viral ape.

>>7592113
Oh fuck im sorry, I wont pollute this thread with my presence since you guys actually make OC

>>7592058

I'm pretty sure it's RWBYgt, anon!

>>7592113

Hey, no bullying in here.

>>7592145

>pollute thread

You're not, but if you have anything else than just porn it would be nice.

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>>7592207
It's Octi, he gets all the bullying always forever.

>>7592283

>Oct is here

WOO WOOO WOOO!

>>7591973
It is disappointing that no one likes her, but I guess that's that.
Might do Gumi next.

So, how you doin'?

>>7594295
I'm doing fine, Joey.

I'll also start CdQ in a little bit.

>>7590918
>DAT ass

>>7594441
Who's Joey?

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>>7594723

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>>7586601
>>7586721

>[It was pretty alright.]

You cross your arms and shrug again.

"It was pretty alright."

Delilah arches an eyebrow.

"Alright? Missy I'll have you know that what you just saw was incredible." Delilah points with her gun back toward the smoking body

"And I would appreciate some respect here, Shorty, I am the Head of Security here on this ship after all." Delilah says, pointing the now empty revolver back in your general direction, her finger still on the trigger. She seems ready to say some more but a voice from above you both stops her.

"Pppfffffftttt...Head of Security, that's a good one Delilah."

You look up only to see a camouflage tarpaulin float down to the ground between you two and settle down flat.

Then it twists up and spins in place, before being puled off by the person now inside the tarp.

Wait how'd they do that?

>FACIAL RECOGNITION COMPLETE

>NAME : KORICHEVY, SASHA A.
>AGE : 30
>HEIGHT : 5'8
>WEIGHT : 126 STANDARD POUNDS
>BLOOD TYPE : O

Man, this face scan comes in handy.

"Sorry about her, Delilah can be a bit...abrasive." Sasha say's to you apologetically

>[It's no trouble.]
>[Abrasive is a good term.]
>[Yeah, why is she a bitch?]

>[Write-in Option?]

>>7595933
>[It's no trouble.]

>>7595933
>[It's no trouble.]
Abrasive can be fun

>>7590918
Looking again tho, I can see this one isn't really as good.
I'll just redo it after I finish up Gumi. Which will happen once my tablet stops crashing.

>>7595981
>>7596049

>[It's no trouble.]

"It's no trouble." You tell the girl .

"But still though, she doesn't need to be going around acting like that." Sasha gives you a smile.

"Ya'll better stop talking like I ain't here" Delilah pipes up from behind Sasha.

"You can just say what the deal is, I'm a big gal, I can take it." She continues, gesturing to lay it on her.

You get the feeling she probably can't.

Sasha turns from looking back at Delilah to you with a more analytical look. Her eye's widen slightly and she walks to Delilah and whisper something in her ear. You're able to pick it up just fine, though.

"D, you know who that is, right?"

"Nope."

"She's the android. You know, the one a certain doctor worked on?"

"...Penny?"

"No, that's Dr. Polendina, I'm talking about the other one."

"Uh...Gold?"

"Alabaster! I'm talking about Dr. Alabaster."

"OH! Well, you shoulda just said so, Sash."

"You're right. sorry for assuming you were smart enough to get it, my mistake."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

The two bickering girls are now having a intense stare down, face only a few inches apart.

Look's like they might fight.

>[Let them fight.]
>[Try and defuse the situation.]

>[Write-in Option?]

>>7596586
>[Let them fight.]
I get the feeling this is normal for them

>>7596586
>[Let them fight.]
Learn genuine human interactions and all that jazz.

>>7596586
Let them

>>7596695
>>7596874

>[Let them fight.]

You take a couple of healthy steps back. Just to give them some space to sort out their problems, maybe a get a good view of the fight?

Well, Delilah's gun is currently empty, but odds are she can reload fairly quickly. Sasha's two machine pistols she has strapped to her thighs seem a bit more cumbersome, and she might not be as much of a quick shot as Delilah.

Sasha is the first to reach for her gun, but before her hand reaches her holster, a gold glow encompasses her body. Sasha's hand that was reaching for the gun glows similarly but seems frozen in place. Sasha's hand plummets to the ground as if she was holding something really heavy, bringing the rest of her down too.

Delilah smirks as Sasha struggles to even move her hand at all, even resorting to trying to lift it with her remaining hand, but to no avail. She manages to get it off the ground a little bit, but is unable to maintain it and is sent crashing back to the Arena floor, leaving a hand shaped hole divot.

"Got a problem there, hun?" Delilah mockingly says to Sasha as the latter is still struggling to lift her hand.

"Nope, in fact, I was hoping you'd do this." Sasha replies, looking up at Delilah as she slowly approaches her, Sasha now has stopped struggling against her hand, an determined look on her face.

The moment that Delilah is close enough, Sasha quickly reaches out with her free hand and grabs the left arm of her big coat, pulling her to face the wall across from you. Sasha then kicks the side of Delilah's leg, causing her to lose her footing and fall on top of the former.

Except for the fact that Delilah fell further than she should have and Sasha just sort of...disappeared from under Delilah.

"Ah, dangit!" Delilah exclaims, brushing dust off herself and looking around the Arena.

"We really gonna have to do this again?" Sasha continues, loading her gun and turning towards the prone forms of the Training Bots she dispatched earlier.

>[1/2]

>>7597313

Delilah takes aim in their general direction while rising to a standing position, switching aim to a different Bot every now again.

Due to where she fell and is now standing, Delilah has her back to you and is slightly more to the right of you then before.

Your eyes are focused on the scene in front of you until you feel your left foot being pushed up. You glance down and find Sasha crouched underneath your foot with one hand holding what seems to be a wire, the other hand holding your foot. Sasha looks up at you and winks before letting go of your foot and crouching low, slowly approaching Delilah.

Once Sasha has finally sneaked up behind Delilah, she takes the wire in both hands and quickly wraps around the wrist of Delilah's gun hand, proceeding to yank it up so her gun is facing towards the ceiling. The sudden movement causes her to accidentally fire a round in the air. She then attempts to throw a punch at Sasha, turning her body and throwing her off balance, allowing Sasha to duck the punch and execute a Judo throw resulting Delilah on her back, her gun falling out of her hand and skidding on the Arena floor. Sasha gets to work with the remaining rope left on Delilah's wrist and ties her hands together.

"Got a problem there, hun?" Sasha says, doing a purposely bad impression of the clear loser of this tussle.

"Alright! no need to rub it in. Could ya...untie too? Please?" Delilah shakes her wrist at her to emphasis her question. Sasha obliges and unties her makeshift hand cuffs.

Standing back up and lightly rubbing her wrists, Delilah walks over to her gun and picks it up, quickly inspecting it for any damages. It must be up to snuff as she holsters it with an approving nod, then turns back to you.

"You go those Practical Tests in a little bit, yeah? We'll have this place cleaned up by then."

You check your internal clock and see that it's 4:30am. You don't actually know the time of the tests.

>>7597763
Options are here because my post is too long.

>[Ask Delilah the time.]
>[Ask Sasha the time.]
>[Don't ask, maybe you're not supposed to know?]

>[Write-in Option?]

>>7597763
>[Ask Sasha the time.]

>>7597781
>>[Ask Sasha the time.]

>>7597875
>>7598046

>[Ask Sasha the time.]

Couldn't hurt to ask.

"Excuse me, Sasha?" You ask the brunette who's placing the wire back into one of her pockets.

"Yes, what is it?" She turns her head to face you, giving a small smile.

"Do you know when exactly my testing is?"

"Umm...hold on a sec." Sasha reaches into one of her pockets and pulls out her Scroll, and checks a spreadsheet of sorts. You can't access her Scroll like you could Marshall's, probably due to her rank.

"They start at 9:30, so about 5 hours?" She closes her Scroll and returns it to her pocket.

Giving her your thanks, you leave the Combat Arena.

You could return to your room and wait, or explore the ship again.

>[Explore some more]
>[Return to Room]

>[Write-in Option?]

>>7598232
>[Explore some more]

>>7598232
>[Explore some more]

>>7598232
>[Explore some more]

>>7598264
>>7598267
>>7598289

Sorry guys, but something came up and I won't be able to run anymore tonight. I'll continue tomorrow afternoon.

Laurel a cute

>>7599923
She's wasted on Mari.

And Mari is wasted on her.

Hey Dry, how are you doing?

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>>7605132
With every day that passes, I drift further away from God's light.
>>7591528
>>7591767
Here'a low effort one.

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>>7590918
And a low effort redo

>>7606506
>>7606494
>>7586774
>>7575936
I think I'll do proper versions of these later.

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>>7606494
>>7606506
Those are good.
[s]Hell, why not give all the CYOA grils a meme sweater?[/s]

Remember how Tyria, Laurel, and Mari all shared a dorm with a kid called Rufus?
Remember how stone cold he was when it came to their teasing?

>>7607386
remember how he pretended to be gay but actually just fapped all day long when no one was looking?

remember when Mari and Laurel tickled Tyria to an orgasm?
My member remembers.

>>7607399
I don't remember him fapping all day long.
I do remember him growing from a 5'4 boy to a 5'10 bearded man with broad shoulders after living in a dorm with those 3.
I wonder if that has any connection.

>>7607399
How about Mari and Laruel getting frisky in the showers?

boop

Eventide?

c:

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>>7610391

>>7610440

Oh c'mon, anon.
Give it a go.

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>[x] Whip Elbows!

You reel your whip and ready yourself to pull to hit its rapid but cumbrous elbows.

(You are not agile enough to pull of this action)

Halfway through the arc of lashing, its colossal arm bring down close to you in their rampage, buffeting you with debris (5) and sending you careening into the hard dirt.

When you look up, a huge fist overshadows you as it starts coming down accompanied with thunderous roars


[] Attack
--[] Whip
--[] BLANK CHOICE

[] Special
--[] (You have not learned anything)

[] Items
--[] Hip Flask (2/3)
--[] Whip (Unequip)
--[] Bottle (4/5)

[] Defend
[] Observe
[] Wait
[] Flee


Health: 14/19
Aura: 3/3
Fatigue: 14/20
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>>7610500
Nah. I will literally never care about Eventide, Thatch.

Pic unrelated. I just haven't used it yet but want to.

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>>7610767

Can you at least give me a reason why so I can try to fix it?

>>7610500
>roll out of the way

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>>7610788
It's not JQ.

>>7610824

I feel like you're just doing this to hurt me.

>>7610500
>Give it the succ

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>>7610865
I'm not, but you're free to believe whatever you want. I just don't like Eventide and would rather you stick to running JQ.

>>7610921

Okay, what do you like?
I'll make sure to put it in in some way or another.


>[x] Roll out of the way!

You avoid becoming another addition to the collection of skeletons that lay crushed here and quickly roll, feeling every bit of stone press and scrape against your unprotected skin.

The incoming blow slams into the ground, missing you, as bits and pieces rip out from its decaying arms. (5)

Without hesitating, it goes for another strike at you while you're still on the ground, unimpeded by the damage it is inflicting on itself from the repeated strikes.


[] Attack
--[] Whip
--[] BLANK CHOICE

[] Special
--[] (You have not learned anything)

[] Items
--[] Hip Flask (2/3)
--[] Whip (Unequip)
--[] Bottle (4/5)

[] Defend
[] Observe
[] Wait
[] Flee


Health: 14/19
Aura: 3/3
Fatigue: 16/20
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>>7610997
For you to run JQ.

>>7610997
>get up and dodge!

>>7610997
Do that one thing the protagonist of Darker than Black did and wrap the whip around its leg so you dodge so hard you end up behind it.

>>7611044

....
Can you at least try and keep the thread from dying?

That's all what I'm asking.

>>7611108
I tried once or twice, but no one cares about anything that isn't TQ. It's not worth it.

>>7611142

I care.

>>7606825
I could, but some guy asked me to draw "Amy" first.
Dunno who that is, so unless I get a ref for that before I start drawing, I'll move on to Aero.

>[x] Get up and dodge

Shit!

You hurriedly get on your feet and hurl yourself away.
Your potato sack doing nothing to mitigate your dive whatsoever.

A loud crash thumps, blowing dirt and debris around the vicinity just as you were able to move away into a safer distance. (5)

Once the dust settles, the Bog Guardian has ceased its rampage and is probing the jutting pieces of its right hand, splintered and cracked from the bashing.

A deep grumble emanates from the giant as if all aggression has been taken away from it.

Your breath is ragged and tired, your muscles waning from the extraneous effort you've been putting out. (Close to complete exhaustion)

[] Attack
--[] Whip
--[] BLANK CHOICE

[] Special
--[] (You have not learned anything)

[] Items
--[] Hip Flask (2/3)
--[] Whip (Unequip)
--[] Bottle (4/5)

[] Defend
[] Observe
[] Wait
[] Flee


Health: 14/19
Aura: 3/3
Fatigue: 19/20
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>>7611525
Observe

>>7611525
>rest and observe

(Not doing any 'strenuous action' reduces your fatigue in the turn ( Base 2 with no additions)

>[x] Observe

-----------
You keenly observe the Bog Guardian.

Its whole crumbling body is a result of many battles long ago but despite this it is still astoundingly standing upright which was until you shattered its whole left leg apart.

Various plants and insects have already called it they're home all around its body.
It's whole torso looks to be made of cement but its keg-sized fists suggest a more metallic appearance.
You can see cracks its in it joints from the punishment it has received over time which look susceptible to damage.

A rusted looking sphere with odd indents are placed right at its body scrapes and gnashes around to focus at objects like eyes.

It's hulking right arm has sustained considerable damage and it looks like its remaining knee is showing signs of vulnerability.

----------------

The Bog Guardian slowly poises itself to fight once more, realizing it can do nothing to fix its right arm.

The scraping of metal is heard as its core-like head twists to spot you and thunderously digs its undamaged left hand into the earth, sundering it, roaring in the process.


[] Attack
--[] Whip
--[] BLANK CHOICE

[] Special
--[] (You have not learned anything)

[] Items
--[] Hip Flask (2/3)
--[] Whip (Unequip)
--[] Bottle (4/5)

[] Defend
[] Observe
[] Wait
[] Flee


Health: 14/19
Aura: 3/3
Fatigue: 17/20
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>>7611437
Amy is the scientist chick from EQ

>>7611743
>wait
gotta get that fatigue down

>>7611743

Base 2 + n actually.
Where n is the number of turns after the first one taking no 'strenuous actions'

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>[x] Wait

You patiently wait for what your foe is about to do next.

Long cracks stretch throughout the dead soil as the Bog Guardian tries to rip out a chunk of the earth in a mighty upheaval.
The combination of the twang and twisting of the metallic sinew within its left arm and the cacophonous bellowing from the colossus echo throughout the foggy bog.
Whatever is out there, you are sure it has heard it.

In its struggle it is slowly, inch per inch, succeeding in tearing a portion of the hard earth which you think it aims to hurl at you.

[] Attack
--[] Whip
--[] BLANK CHOICE

[] Special
--[] (You have not learned anything)

[] Items
--[] Hip Flask (2/3)
--[] Whip (Unequip)
--[] Bottle (4/5)

[] Defend
[] Observe
[] Wait
[] Flee


Health: 14/19
Aura: 3/3
Fatigue: 14/20
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>>7612306
attack the arm trying to heave the rock

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>>7611771
Here you go.
Already started the Aero one.

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>[x] Attack arm!

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You wouldn't want to be on the other end of the flying piece of land so you immediately take action.

A whipcrack of your weapon connects against the straining thew of its open arm (9).

*FWTAAANG!*

*BRAAACK!* (80)


Bits of metal shoot out as its thick skeletal structure soon give way from the sheer weight, dropping the land from where it came and with it the rest of its arm.
The giant, in pure agony, shoots a bassy outcry sending itself falling on its back from the violent snap of its own limb. (5)

But despite its atrocious injuries, it still tries to get back up again, loyal to the cause of defeating you.
[] Attack
--[] Whip
--[] BLANK CHOICE

[] Special
--[] (You have not learned anything)

[] Items
--[] Hip Flask (2/3)
--[] Whip (Unequip)
--[] Bottle (4/5)

[] Defend
[] Observe
[] Wait
[] Flee


Health: 14/19
Aura: 3/3
Fatigue: 16/20
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