Toxoglossa 2026/05/07(Thu)01:03 No. 1126451 ID: d10be1
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“I want you, all of you…” Kol tugs on his fiancé’s hand and nods his head towards the waterfall. Together, they slosh through the waves and head towards the cliff face.

At the base of the falls they find a pair of benches carved into the stone: each covered with soft, fragrant moss that seems to flourish in the humid environment. Kol tests the water with a hand, finding it warm and inviting. “Where’s it coming from?”

“This place is all a closed loop. It gets recycled and cleaned by a bunch of charms built in. It’s also smaller than it looks: if you swim out too far or try to climb past the cliffs, you end up back on the beach.” Caleb says, looking up at the waterfall with a satisfied grin. “So what did you have in mind?”

The mouse replies by leaning in for a kiss, gently pushing the big selkie down onto a bench under the spray of the falls. “I just wanted to show you my appreciation, and a little of something I learned while I was gone.”

He clambers up in Caleb’s lap, draping his arms over his husband’s broad shoulders. His hips grind in slow circles, bobbing up and down in place as the fae’s cock rubs against his cheeks. Kol gasps as the big sailor cups his ass with one hand: slipping a claw inside him and running it around the inside of his tail-hole, helping him loosen up.

Toxoglossa 2026/05/08(Fri)23:17 No. 1126520 ID: d10be1
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Still over-sensitive from her climax, Casey steadies her breathing as the elemental sucks at her clit. Unable to really see her partner, the binder closes her eyes and traces the edges of her partner.

Fennel glubs happily as the tendril feels her up, encouraging Casey to go further. Not bound by the need for air, the undine wraps her mouth around the mouse’s pussy and laps at her folds. The slight tang of salt coats her tongue, diluting itself as it spreads throughout her body. The elemental nuzzles eagerly into the tight space between Casey’s thighs, the feeling of warmth and life drawing her closer.

Casey’s tendril curls around Fennel’s tail and presses against the base. The undine lets out a wordless gasp as the tip finds her vulva and slides inside. Spread around the glowing tentacle, she purrs as Casey’s spell pumps itself in and out.

Toxoglossa 2026/05/12(Tue)23:20 No. 1126753 ID: d10be1
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Kol rocks in place, focusing on relaxing as Caleb’s finger loosens him up. The digit twists inside him, curling around to tease his prostate and he pushes back into the pressure eagerly.

“Heheh, you ready, then?” The selkie asks.

Kol nods and braces himself against the sailor’s shoulders. “Ah~ I need it now…”

Caleb tilts his chin up to beckon the mouse onward. “You want it? Come get it.”

Kol lifts himself up off his fiancé’s lap and reaches down with one arm. He feels Caleb’s cock bobbing under his fingertips and lifts it up into position. With deliberate slowness, the mouse sinks down: guiding the thick shaft to its target.

He lets out a shuddering moan as pressure builds under his tail before there’s a pop as Caleb slips in. The satisfying ache of the head spreading him is enough to make his knees weak as he grinds in place: feeling it tug at his walls.

“Mmmm, still tight. Good. I was worried Argus was gonna leave ya all worn out.” Caleb teases, giving the mouse’s butt a squeeze.

“You know I’m always tight and hot for you…” Kol breathes, leaning in for a kiss. The sailor’s tongue slips in alongside his and he moans for his husband as inch after inch of hard cock fills him.

Toxoglossa 2026/05/15(Fri)02:21 No. 1126817 ID: d10be1
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Casey twitches her fingers and pushes her tendril deeper, curling it inward in search of Fennel’s g-spot. The sensation reminds her a little of her first time with Allayne, although the undine's body is much more tangible than a ghost.

There’s a muffled squeak and the elemental breaches the surface, her gills trailing behind her like strips of pale seaweed. She clings to Casey’s shoulders and moans, looking down between them and watching the tentacle at work.

“Ahh~ dat’s so howt! Gweat Wakes, it’s so deewp!”

So deep? Does she even have a max capacity for insertion?

Fox here, I'll reply as I think of things. You need to figure out who here is least inconvenienced by your 'darkness, concealment, plus bonus to physical attributes' when you use your Shade's Song. Though it's possible that because they are your allies, these allies of you that hear you could possibly not be impeded by the effect?? Unsure.

Man rereading Mina's explanation on souls kinda points out an understated fucked-upness to the process.

So new souls ARE born but only occasionally? So what exactly are Older souls doing when they "reincarnate"?
Are newborns just born souless and develop one on their own?
And more horrifyingly are the new souls Supplanted/absorbed/destroyed by the older souls whenever they are finished their journeys?

Alot of uncomfortable questions are raised and it's not even a good time to get into them (and depending on how things go it might not be for awhile). How frustrating.

Fox again. Okay, Shade's Song can shroud allies and doesn't specifically require you to engage the Shadowed effect to darken the area within a 15' radius of you. Though you might want to try 6 seconds of Shade's Song with the optional Shadowed rider on the group and have them prep some test activity of strength and dexterity, maybe that includes but isn't limited to a melee test flourish (like a leaping lunge or something) to test how it affects strength, dexterity, and how/if it affects attacks at all. Have only those best able to see in the dark adjacent to you for this test drill. Engage your bardsong only for the smallest amount of time possible, about six seconds, and see if you can also do anything useful while/during/immediately after engaging the effect as part of the test. See if you can engage the effect without using your hands or while actively wielding your weapon.

(This bit is actually urgent.)

Fox here: Disagree on Grease as setup. Only some more exotic variants of the spell version of Grease are flammable, last a long time, cause a very hot flame that's worth it, burn while also retaining their useful slipperiness for a while, or are useful for clever setups. Generally, mundane grease is what one uses for weird trap options, not the spell ones. Trap spells exist, just not generally at the first circle of magic. Also spending time running away from an enemy requires a person to be in contact with them for a while and retreat, supposedly to lure the to waiting allies, which often places them at extreme risk of dying in the meantime. At the lethality levels of combat overall might only last 6-18 seconds, things like this don't make sense.

Also HARD disagree on the trick archery techniques!!! They only work with very very light, thin arrows and certain sorts of very light bows or at partial draw!!! The hand trick in particular requires you to put the arrows and your hand on the outside of the string and use a thumb draw or one of a few alternate draw techniques, NOT a finger draw, or to use an arrow rest device if you favor an unsuitable draw style, like it seemed like she was using. And she should generally use whatever draw method she is used to, yea? For actual rapid shot options that work with a heavy bow at full draw and also speed up aiming, without needing to learn (or use!) different draw styles, I have an...experience to show you when things aren't happening quickly or urgently any more.

(Please only send these parts when things have calmed down)

Fox here, a few things like I said, as I think of them. Nothing particularly urgent. Lessee... what do I want to talk about?

So the comment about the ponies having fun and implications in that conversation. Several of them were blushing. Blushing in mammals happens during times of shame or emb

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>>1126819
>Grease not flammable?
It was when we used it in the first thread.
>Mina tosses her torch into the grease, and it immediately begins to light up.
That said, it *is* probably more useful unburnt.

"a chance to participate" is not a guarantee. in exchange for a coin that is guaranteed to be worth something, there should be more offered to us. tho i personally lean against making a deal with mysterious strangers cloaked in darkness

I don't know, this guy is shady as shit. But at the same time he is only asking for one coin. What can he even do with that? So Bobbie do what you want, I will not judge you.

>>1126700
Except the whole fear of your lost eye, what is up with that.

Absurdity DeVoid 2026/05/14(Thu)22:32 No. 1126814 ID: 16b713
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Possible answers to the question that was asked:

A) Sure, I never saw any of this.

B) Honesty, do you believe that you will accomplish all your goals by just killing people?

C) This is something that I know nothing about, and I prefer to stay that way.

D) Other suggestions.

D. Just silently walk away. This is their business, we have our own.

Yamelle 2026/05/14(Thu)05:40 No. 1126793 ID: 54055d
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>Maybe the knocking was wind on an improperly shut door.
>Damn. A blind old lady? Can't send her packing in the snow.
>she can stay since it was our fault for not locking the door.
Yamelle: Oh! Uhm. Well, we were supposed to be closed but it’s my fault for forgetting to lock the door.

Yamelle: Don’t worry about it though! I guess the wind has blown it wide open for you!

Yamelle: You didn’t see anyone else come in, have you?

She ponders, staring at still water.

Stranger: I don’t think I have.

Stranger: My eyesight ain’t what it used to be anyway.

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Yamelle 2026/05/14(Thu)05:43 No. 1126794 ID: 54055d
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>Her clothes. Youre not just [finding them] to check she actually had clothes when she arrived. Nope. Thatd be weird.
Yamelle glances around the immediate vicinity for any clothes shed from her guest. Nothing, really. Maybe she stashed them all in the changing room. If she had arrived naked, well, that’s a different situation.

Stranger: How much longer?

Yamelle: Hmm?

Stranger: The child.

Ma places a hand on her stomach.

Yamelle: Oh! It’ll be any day now! My third! Probably my last one. Three seems like a nice odd number!

Stranger: Hrmm.

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well, might as well get to know her i guess. until things get too cold, anyways

>>1126794
Ask which place she hung her clothes so you can hang them on a pipe so theyre toasty warm when she finishes her bath.
Its awfully cold out there.

Its a good excuse to... stay out of reach.
You can chat while you do so.
Get to know her.
See if that odd feeling that shes radiating can be smoothed out and maybe then itd be nice to let her feel.

That's too familiar for a stranger. You'll have to get to know her first.

A name is, on some level, a purpose. What is this hive? It is obviously a culture and art hive, but it is also a hive of rogues, rogues who were treated as such. Rogues who presumably will still care about other rogues.

For all that a part of me cansiders Arvenia a joke name for a hive, it is also genuinely a correct one.

I found some musical/theater terms that might be of use:
Anagnorisis: the point in the plot especially of a tragedy when the protagonist recognizes a character's true identity or when the protagonist discovers the true nature of their own situation (hmm, maybe this has a more negative cast than we want)
Peripeteia: a sudden or unexpected reversal of circumstances or situation especially in a literary work (though, looking further, it seems like this is often meant ill, as well)
Euphony: an harmonious succession of words having a pleasant sound.
Pastiche: a musical score fashioned from many many different styles: e.g., ragtime, pop, hip-hop, an Elvis number, and a good-ol'-fashioned Broadway kickline. (Because we're made of a bunch of different rogues?)
Reprise: repetition of a section of a previously-heard musical number, usually with dramatic or ironic effect, usually truncated. Pronounced re-PREEZ. (Eh, again, maybe misaligned tone.)

>>1126762
Chorus, works for both music and ancient drama traditions

If you're being unimaginative you put 'Ryka' down. Ryka rozu Ryka as a ring to it. You can always change it later once you have a better idea of what exactly the hive will be.

If that's too embarrassing a more standard name you could go with might be 'Bondmaker'. Actually your hive is graffiti punks, right? Maybe 'Bondpunk'? 'Artpunk'? I don't know, I think 'punk' has something to it.

>>1126762
Question: Were these nuemono ones that you simply didn't catch with the play, or ones who fell out of the hive?

>>1126796
>Ex-Sabbat
How the fuck did you get through that with your sanity intact, especially when you're a woman and the Sabbat are sexist proto-Nazis?
>Camarilla
... Definitely a step up in terms of quality of unlife, but this can't be a healthy long-term strategy. The Camarilla is an MLM. You need to find an exit route. Sign on as a werewolf's mercenary servant, if necessary.

>Kids
Be on the lookout for a kid, one who has already been abandoned and still hangs on. If you can find one, you can raise them as a parent, and let them decide if they want your path. I'm sure the Prince would rubber-stamp such a long-prepared request... right?

>Passive: Taste
...Hm.
Of course, finding a way to birth a child in your vampiric state would cement you in history...
Taste indicates that you might be able to feel something. Something that every other vampiric researcher overlooked.

Tesseract seems like a good plan. Perhaps we might see about setting up some kind of exhibition with the owner? Drum up some business to bring them back to the museum for our own purposes.

>>1126801
So ghouling a child is what you're saying. I mean, it would be a long term investment if we're willing to put in the work, and yeah if we do that it stands to reason the Prince would sign off on it.

>How the fuck did you get through that with your sanity intact, especially when you're a woman and the Sabbat are sexist proto-Nazis?
It's not impossible, but given that we are 7th generation (fairly powerful), and Lasombra, If we're going by 5th edition lore Lasombra has had something of a break with the greater Sabbat it stands to reason that she has partaken in diablerie to attain that low of generation. The hardest part was definitely breaking the vaulderie pact.

My guess is we had to do something to ingratiate ourselves with the Prince or some show of penance. Probably took a while, or we have something that the Prince wants...

>>1126797
Tesseract sounds like familiar territory,,but a good,place to start.
A step to begin, rather than a sprint.

Our search will lead us only to sorrow, in the end. But that is good. Sorrow is something. Despair, disappointment, regret, these are something. Decay is still a shadow of life. The burning non-agony of nothingness is what we must escape, if only for a flickering moment of futility.

I say head to Absolute Territory. We must stretch as far as we can, though we can only hope to savor the snap.

I sortof wonder if going to Absolute Territory and getting in a scuffle with "the wrong types" might not help shake up your mood.

>food rots in your stomach
Makes me wonder about like, if you could pickle vegetables in a vampire's stomach

2/2 Buckwheat 2026/05/14(Thu)00:14 No. 1126784 ID: ac2578
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She pulls out a small axe from the back of her belt.
Rosary: “Alright game’s over then you smartass rabbit. Either of you move and this axe is going through your skulls.”

Lana: “Alright, what do you want from us then?”

Rosary: “First, you’re going to call off the rangers, then you’re going to tell me where that damn fox is hiding. If I like your answer, you get to sit tight in our hideout. If I don’t, one of you gets to be target practice.”

Okay…this is. We’re not dead, and still have a chance to turn this around. Question is, how?
We could try to stall some more for Judith or even Pickford to show up.

I-I could probably swing the table at her, or use it as protection from the axe. There’s a pick on the wall I could grab, and Lana’s got that knife she found.

There’s…there’s Dente as well. Not sure if we can call out for her to do anything but it seems like the bear doesn't realize she's here.

Stall or fight, I’m going to need a solid plan to get out of this.

She doesn't know about the knife. A sneak attack is on the table.

Anyway, tell her there's no way she can kill you here and get away with it, so that means her axe is useless unless she wants to spend the rest of her life behind bars.
She'll probably respond to this by attacking you non-lethally, and well, the knife will even the scales.

...or you could just fucking scream for Pickford. He's gotta be nearby at least, right? Sound should carry pretty well through the mines.

How are you supposed to call off the rangers? You aren't their boss so what are you supposed to say, that you're being kidnapped? Won't that just get the police involved?

as for the fox tell her you came in the mines to ditch her, she's a trouble magnet you'd rather avoid.

>>1126784
Ok.
Im goingbto suggest using a jedi mind trick to get an advantage on what were doing.
Lock eyes with her.
Be light on your feet like youre ready to fight or dodge.
You hold that stare.
Then, you glance to her left quickly and then back to her eyes.
She is alone.
In a escalating fight situation.
There are at least three additional threats she does not know the location of.
The possibility you glanced at someone sneaking to hit her is high.
Shes alert.
Ready to react.
She'll react to the imagined threat.
At that point, you have a mijiscule advantage on whatever it is youre going to do.

Grabbing knife? Running away?
Hurling tools at the scary bear?
I dont know which.
But try the eye thing and it might give you an extra second of action when it all starts.

Lana is a skilled fighter as a former bouncer. You're more skilled in diplomacy thanks to experience dealing with drunk angry unruly customers at the bar.

Take out your phone, and have Lana take out hers and pretend you are recording this. Yes, we're aware the phone doesn't actually record videos, but she doesn't know that. The key here is bluff.

Let her know that if she attacks, it'll be on camera. If she attacks one of us, the other will take that opportunity to escape with evidence, and then she'll have both the rangers, And the police to worry about. Not to mention she'll by that point have blood on her hands with the rangers still on their way. Suggest that right now, it will be for her best interest to cut her losses, and just leave while she still can, let us two enjoy the rest of the date, and we can all forget this ever happened.

rolled 8, 18, 5, 11, 9, 5, 1, 17, 15, 17, 3, 11, 16, 5, 20, 13, 8, 9, 12, 11 = 214

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>>1126223
Cricket mutters, half to herself tracing the wood with a finger

"This whole thing feels like a trap. These "crew quarters" are unlike any barracks I'm familiar with. They seem more like some sort of holding cells. Reinforced floor and ceiling? Single entry? This vessel was for mining? Maybe the crew were not sent willingly? I am familiar with the practice of press-ganging for hard labor. Criminals, dissidents, foreigners... you all were press ganged yourselves, more or less, were you not? Perhaps this is a sort of poem. See how you now, crew of this vessel, have become trapped within its walls, forced to dangerous work, as the occupants before."

>>1126369
>>1126642
After Paprika's restless stunt leaves her at risk of permanently leaving the party, Cricket asks if there's any hold up to leaving? Maybe if we are going to get ominous messages and hounded on all sides by deadly space hazards, they could just... go somewhere else? You go off risking your life, not for honor but because you are stressed, yes? Maybe instead, come back, we can go off seeking adventure elsewhere, rather than run off alone into hostile environments without support? Please?

rolled 15, 9, 2, 12, 3, 13, 8, 4, 3, 12, 1, 1, 7, 5, 2, 19, 8, 19, 7, 5 = 155

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>>1126756
>These "crew quarters" are unlike any barracks I'm familiar with. They seem more like some sort of holding cells.
"The smart-cloth privacy barriers seem unlike to hold anyone but me, and even then, only when unwisely trying to phase directly through." Natalina tries to reassure Cricket. "If anything, that the emergency medical area is so sturdy suggests compassionate or practical design."

>you all were press ganged yourselves, more or less, were you not?
"I suppose needing to avert planetary extinction is a form of duress. Though I do not believe it one our employeer is responsible for. That employment and repayment is offered at all, and that individual have been able to part from our company, feel like crucial differences."

>What's going on with Paprika
Bumping into Reiko later, the arkus is surprised and upset to discover something came distressing close to eating her girlfriend. Who may now be unable to return on her own, cut off across a long stretch of vaccum, preventing Natalina from running off after her, as her instincts immediately begin to clamor for.

Another chainpod docking in the same location would presumably be contaminated with the same smokey air. Can we rig up some kind of portable air canisters, or does the ship have some handy? An air purifier?

rolled 19, 1, 7, 5, 7, 13, 16, 11, 2, 17, 1, 15, 10, 9, 7, 5, 13, 19, 11, 11 = 199

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>>1126642
Paprika focuses on the floor beneath her for a while. The rise and fall of her chest as she slows her breathing. "Reiko...thanks."

>Not sure if comforted.
Well, she's alive. If the ship also craves Paprika's supple flesh, she can cross that bridge when she gets to it.

>>1126697
>"Oh, that was pretty awesome. ..."
Paprika blanks out most of Reiko's explanation as she tries to ground herself. Something about plushies? She could use something to snuggle right now. "Uh...any idea why the smoke isn't making me cough? I feel weird."

>Bumping into Reiko later, the arkus is surprised and upset to discover something came distressing close to eating her girlfriend.
Paprika's gathered herself a bit by the time Nat comes into the conversation. "Reiko, can she hear me? Please tell her I'm fine. I don't want her to worry. And hey, now we'll have all the centipede guts we'll ever need!"

Can Paprika make heads or tails of the panel she just interacted with, now that she has a minute? Is the air replenishing, or is she on a time limit?

>>1126776
>Can Paprika make heads or tails of the panel she just interacted with, now that she has a minute? Is the air replenishing, or is she on a time limit?
>rolled 19
>inability at understanding numenera
>one level of intellect effort

Stuff Reiko said before is starting to make more sense. It's like... there's a printing press, but instead of paper, it prints on oil. Reiko sent a... hungry little caterpillar, through the datasphere, which snuck into the printer's office and stole letters out of the storage tray. Everything but the vowels, let's say. Had to pull that lever to break up the page currently being printed, so the burglar-worm could reach those last few consonants.

Now, when it tries to EAT YOU-EAT YOU-EAT YOU the closest it can get is EA O U-EA O U, and "O" is what you need to breathe, while "U-EA" is the stuff needed for rebuilding a terapede's guts.

Air does seem to be getting clearer... very, very slowly. Or at least it's not getting worse.

Maybe there's an air intake that's gotten clogged. You could speed along the cleanup process by swapping that clogged filter for a fresh one.
>rolled 1
...assuming you can find a fresh one. And don't accidentally break the machine by letting a big whiff of unfiltered smoke into its delicate innards.

rolled 6, 4 + 8 = 18

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>>1126787
Paprika wants to meet this tiny burglar-worm.

>Air does seem to be getting clearer... very, very slowly. Or at least it's not getting worse.
"Reiko, I think I'm good to sit tight. I'm not in any immediate danger, but I may need a ride back. Just be careful, ok? The smoke...well, I feel fine, but it's pretty thick. I think that transfusion did something to me."

>And don't accidentally break the machine by letting a big whiff of unfiltered smoke into its delicate innards.
I won't risk breaking the air-giving machine.

Figure it's safe to say I brought water and snacks on this adventure, so I'm going to take both 10-minute and 1-hour recovery rolls while waiting for pickup.

Paprika sits down, carefully undoes her tight bun and lets her hair fall over her shoulders, down her back, long enough to touch the floor. She lets her mind wander to those couple days she spent in a maid dress, packed in a space elevator with that damn squidbot, and silly fantasies about it bringing her along and coercing her into cleaning its spaceship. "Let it go, girl. Gotta focus on saving the world. Wish I didn't get so hung up on things."

Making two recovery rolls!

B 2026/05/13(Wed)16:49 No. 1126771 ID: 252ac7
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>>1126752
>>1126759
>>1126761

knig probbly nevar c floer u think. woult be vry romantic!

U fly 2 closet flwoer feld.

B 2026/05/13(Wed)16:59 No. 1126772 ID: 35d66b
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U want 2 talk abbt thihng 4 date.

U say "Haii king!! I <3 U!!"

kign zays "What? I'm not the king. I'm the president."

Silly waps not know wat king is! U tink is vry funny

"U r vry stuopd kign! U not preserdernt."

"Okay, you're the uh... you're the special hero, right? The only Apocrita capable of using guns?"

"Thnk U!! I think I m hero 2!"

"I'm going to say this very clearly. You are stupid. Our scientists decades ago knew that one day, an Apocrita would hatch that would have the mental capacity to use a gun. But, they also knew that in order to have the necessary spatial reasoning, other parts of the brain would have to be sacrificed."

"I not stupd!! U stoupid!! >:( >:( >:("

U so angry!! How cood knig waps say so mean?? How U fix?!

>>1126772
Twll him make u king honey 4 apologie

>>1126772
Tell him to be nice to you!

If yur so stoopid why would wasp give you this gun? checkmate kingy

Well that's rude.
You're not outspeeding that, and more mass is unlikely to help. Perhaps you can disguise yourself as a smaller version of that masked marauder.

well. we aren't dead. kinda.

so they use threads and theres likely invisible webbing strewn about the room. any chance we can burn it? otherwise we could just... zerg rush and hopefully learn more.

uhh... try not to die as fast.

>>1126706
Why is this
happening
to us...

>>1126709
Okay. You
can do this (___).
You can do this.
No one else can...
(That first symbol in the unknown word looks like a capital L, the second one is a kind of reverse j, and the third is an i. Pet name for herself I'd guess? The second symbol is very odd though. I know that dot isn't part of the L, and besides that symbol is only ever by itself as part of a j.)

>>1126710
Assume if it's not
about cleaning or like...

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What the fuck was that!? I don't even think you stand a chance against that thing even in fight mode, hell from the explanation you gave us earlier I don't think you have enough in your fuel stores to even transform into that again. Shit...

Whelp, looks like the water tank path is now a no go until further notice... which means that elevator door in the silk pod room is the only exit available to us... wonder if we talk to Miire if she would be able to give us access to the elevator. She might have the authority to give you access to another floor. Hope it didn't need an item you picked up cause it looks like you lost all your gear.

Ah. Hmm. It doesn't look like she likes you back. My condolences.

Uhhh. Maybe we can...lure her into the water tank somehow and trap her? Side note on dying, aside from being unpleasant, I imagine that reconstituting you takes some amount of resource that a crumbling Tower might be short on, so, an extra reason to avoid dying. If it's the most efficient path to something though, I guess it's still technically an option.

...Did you get that coffee? Can you still, or will you have to recover the coins first?

Silence 2026/05/13(Wed)14:10 No. 1126766 ID: 6d1406
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>>1126672
>>1126674
>>1126675
You get down into the hangar, and enter the crate, you can see it, the new mech.

Silence 2026/05/13(Wed)14:10 No. 1126767 ID: 6d1406
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There the new mech sits, held in place in the crate, two optic units on the head, the cockpit is open, it says high mobility alright. There are several extra thrusters along the unit. Whatever this thing is, it's probably a high gee monster.

Silence 2026/05/13(Wed)14:12 No. 1126768 ID: 6d1406
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You climb into the machine, and close the cockpit. You boot it up as the generator powers on, you discard your jacket as you grip the controls, whatever this thing is... its new.

Physical controls, no neuroconnection, probably for use with un augmented pilots. Alright, first step... how do you wanna get it out of here? Take it slow and quiet, or punch out?

Get out of the crate quietly. save the loud for busting out of the hanger

Well you need to familiarize yourself with the controls anyway, may as well be quiet at first. (and the less you damage things the less debt you'll be in later)

>>1126199
… That’s all? Really? *Corax chuckles to himself at the irony*

Inner thoughts: A god shouldn’t be this insecure. What is it with people who think they’re in a higher position and wanting me to humble myself for them? As for being a god? What is a god to a non-believer? I wonder if Peregrine’s faith in Inkiversus was more believable. Perhaps I can pray for some real divine intervention.

Well, as I have said time and time again around here, I serve and obey. *kneels*

Will that be all, radiant one? I apologize. Plainly, you can see I am unable to show any real enthusiasm. I can only offer you my honesty. I am sorry if I seem less than completely devoted, you’re not the first to try and make me humble myself. As for making it believable? I’m sorry, I am not an actor. I’m afraid that this about as good as it’s going to get. And if you’re going to unmake, or divinely smite me as some kind of punishment for my lack of love? That’s fine with me.

Inner thoughts: here it comes, the moment between stunning your toe, and the biting pain…

Absurdity DeVoid 2026/05/08(Fri)21:00 No. 1126518 ID: 16b713
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c7USMM0F6V4

>>1126518
WAIT!

Inner thoughts: What are you doing Alyosha? You have no ties to this man, you’ve done worse to people and probably for a lot less reasons.

Absurdity DeVoid 2026/05/13(Wed)23:55 No. 1126779 ID: 16b713
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-1EPegIzD2M

>>1126779
Inner thoughts: Well, was worth trying anyway. Oh, well.

*Corax stands and checks the magazine gun to see if it's loaded*

Hmm. "Jailer." An apt term for him I suppose.

No thanks. Go ahead and do it yourself if you want to hurt him, do it like you did with that poor soul. Whatever you do is not on me.

*Corax tosses the gun at MC's feet.*

Absurdity DeVoid 2026/05/12(Tue)21:43 No. 1126741 ID: 16b713
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A) Shake her hand.

B) Refuse to shake her hand.

C) Wave at her.

>>1126741
A) Might as well see what happens.

A. “It’d be an honor”

We got nothing worth stealing

A) oh gosh

>>1126755
>We got nothing worth stealing

don't say that part out loud

Characterizing us as "the good voices" is itself kind of a miscast. We're better characterized as every impulse that ISN'T a malicious manifestation of your traumatized self-loathing, lol. That will unfortunately include libidinous impulse and confidence.

Whatever this weird reflection monster is, it's just a part of your imagination, right? So if you just knock yourself out [b]immediately[b] on the edge of the sink then you might be able to prevent whatever this is from taking advantage of you, because I don't think we have any control over this fake Maya.

How insulting. The taste is less sweet when the sugar is forced into your mouth. Either she'll decide to change her ways on her own time and with her own will, or she won't. We'll help guide her, but forcing her? That's simply pathetic.

It's even in your name. You are NOT Maya. This body and will aren't yours to control. Begone, intrusive peony. Your presence not wanted or needed.

Dear regular, non-evil Maya,

This is all probably pretty scary for you. It all feels so sudden, doesn't it? Like the reigns of your life have been yanked out of your hands, and all you can do is watch as someone else directs it. Well, I want you to know that this is something everyone has to deal with, at least a little bit.
No one likes to admit it, but everyone has thoughts they don't like, or they do things they aren't proud of sometimes. There are a lot of things I wish I had never done, and I don't always have the nicest thoughts, and all I can do is look at myself and say, "I won't make that mistake again."
Part of growing up, Maya, is learning how to learn from your mistakes. It's about understanding that you can change the way you think or act, if you give it enough time and effort.
But becoming who you want to be doesn't have to mean that you stop being who you are right now. Maya, I'd like it if you could write a list with all the things you like about yourself. I'd like to get to know you better.
Today has already been so much, and there's still a lot left to go, but I think you can do it. You're strong Maya, and don't let anybody tell you otherwise.

I'm rooting for you, kid.

Close your eyes. Shut your ears, hear nothing.
Breathe in, breathe out. Deeply.
It's not real, now, is it?
Well.. if its still there... bigger issues at hand, huh?
Yell for Jaden, maybe?

...In any case... you aren't evil, Maya. that you- is you- projecting what evil is. No one is evil this young. Atleast. We'd like to think so. You're no Innocence, but... you're far from the devil those around you might imply.

On the one hand this seems like it could be a classic temptation lure you into freeing something evil.

On the other hand, crows are cool.
You should go along with this until information presents itself that it would be a bad idea.

To that end, ask it why it wouldn't talk in front of the others.

(1/2) kpwlt 2026/05/12(Tue)15:41 No. 1126734 ID: 127310
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>What it says supports what we found remaining in the book. "Protect the Crown" most importantly-- that is a noble goal. As for molding the country... honestly you should forget about that, aside from perhaps implementing more protections to keep the Crown protected.

Sure, Sam can get behind the idea that the vague idea of ‘protecting the Crown’ is good, in the same way that ‘promoting peace’ and ‘ending conflict’ are, but what, specifically, does this mean? And Sam isn’t convinced that moulding the country is necessarily a bad thing. She knows Southshoals has its problems. If she was at the reins, maybe things would be better for everyone?

You should go along with this until information presents itself that it would be a bad idea.

What kind of information would clue Sam in to that?

>To that end, ask it why it wouldn't talk in front of the others.

SAM: “So. Why did you want to talk to me alone?”

BEAK?: “It is not… a want. Your will corrodes the feather. Your acquaintances’ will does too. Perchance, imagine a tree that spreads outwards as it grows upwards. You are currently in one of the… lowest boughs, of this tree, where my feathers can reach you. When you are… joined by others, there is not enough room in the low parts of the tree, and… without even realising, you climb to a higher branch. Now that my feather is in the tree, it is easier for it to stay in the tree than before, and perhaps it could ascend slightly, but it is a poor climber.

SAM: “If your feather is here, where are you?”

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(2/2) kpwlt 2026/05/12(Tue)15:41 No. 1126735 ID: 127310
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Sam’s train of thought is interrupted by a jabbing sensation in her left forearm. It’s as though someone is jabbing around with a needle. This is a sensation that Sam is fairly used to. Sam and Uberto have a small sympathetic alphabet tattooed on their non-dominant arms that they can use to communicate if need be. It’s fairly rudimentary, but it gets the job done.

This particular message roughly translates to
UBERTO HERE IF SAM NEED HELP LOUD SAY.

>>1126734
>If she was at the reins, maybe things would be better for everyone?
Do you have any experience governing? Or being in a position of power/authority? You could easily make things worse with an ignorant or reckless approach.

>>1126735
Well, time to see if the feather can ascend to Uberto's branch. Call him in.

Ask the feather what protecting the crown means exactly. In what ways could this be done?

you can message back that you're fine and headed back.

unless beak has anything else to say you should return to the others.

Head [marketwards]

>>1126685
>up and down???
Probably better replaced with "(whatever's at the top)wards" and "(whatever's at the bottom)wards"
Like, enginewards, bridgewards, etc. In this case I guess it's marketwards and towerwards, and once you get to those destinations then optimally everything's oriented such that "up" and "down" make sense for local directions.

Also yeah let's head marketwards. If we can scrounge up some currency maybe we can spend it before it falls into the black hole of debt.

to the market, to see what people have dropped. always something to find on the floor.

>Corona Towers

this way when you go to sell the junk you find in the market they are far less likely to figure out you're selling them the same stuff they just threw away.

Market time!

>>1126682
ok i legit cannot un-imagine a TerminalMontage animation of Tetsi being thrown

>>1126679
It's out there in the void. We can't maneuver out there; only Mel can fly. So the choice is obvious, have Mel fly us out there so we can Identify it.

...Actually, can we maneuver in the void? Flinging ourselves out towards points of interest has worked so far, but was that just because Silv is really good at going the right direction or is there some course correction possible?

Galena, flip a coin and harvest one of the islands at its edge. We'll call you if we need help. Mel, take point.

>>1126679
>I thought we were gonna save the runes for a big island expansion Tetsi
In defense of the Cloak/Hide rune idea, the idea was to make a cloaking field to keep the island from being noticed and devoured by the giant voidlings as we make it bigger.

But yes, go with Mel. For one, she can fly!

>>1126679
Jiggles.
I mean Mel.
She could do with the exercise.
Aw, im just kidding silv. Shes cool.
Dont tell her that bit.

Hey, galena, see if you can find our sprout pal. Theyve been awfully quiet lately.

>>1126427
Vorno and Rebirth both sound like good potnetial jobs

> Mag: “Yeah. They eat, fuck and hit some drugs. Suddenly no more sad and angry.” she shrugs, “And then they go down a cock or into a puss and get disgusted. The end.”

Gotta remember to stay focused, don't want to fall prey to this pattern... no pun intended. But still, Kira goes down, then you can find a cock/gut/cunt to share with someone~

But yeah I got nothing that hasn't already been brought up, ask about those Vorno's and then get some sleep.

>>1126427
>Eh, you’re not a small town girl who smokes, are you know?
You mean that isn't what your previous identity was from before you came to Viron City?

>>1126437
>Ask about C.L.V.
Yeah, I'm curious about that also.

>Check apartment for previous person's things to keep or sell.
Good idea. If we're lucky, we might find something useful to keep! If not, getting extra money will be helpful!

>Get fatter to prevent getting dragged away unwillingly.
Agreed. And think of how fun it would be to bully someone by just sitting on them and refusing to get up.

>>1126438
>Focus on building new life.
Absolutely. Kira isn't going anywhere, so the best thing to do is get situated and ensure we have a stable income.

>>1126437
Wideness may not matter too much as dickvore exists with that tiny hole, but being heavy enough means you cant be lifted anchored to the floor so they cant lift you inside of them sort of like a dildo bolted to the ground.
So perhaps find fattning Greasy Cheap fastfood slop where you are not on the menu(yet at this size) perhaps can work there with a discount

Asking about vornos and the surfing the web in our apartment for info on open positions for hungry openings sounds good, maybe looking up the local clubs to see what they are like just to be informed.

Curt 2026/04/29(Wed)14:42 No. 1126057 ID: a4a832
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>: POSTERPOSTERPOSTERPOSTERPOSTER

: Sounds like they packed you up and stocked you on shelves, kid.
: I don't think the merch from my series sold much. I feel like you're seeing more consumerism in edutainment than there really is.
: The books were mostly in school book fairs. The little games were mostly at "museums" and "learn-nasiums".
: I guess I had a tie-in replica WO-1948 once. For sport shooting, I guess?
: But it's not like franchise tie-in objects are really successful with adults.
: And not many nine-year-olds have a twenty-kilo slingshot draw.
: Why did you?
: Hitting stuff far away.
: Christ. Well, doesn't matter.
: Don't gotta move you off the shelf to get the Specta they want from putting you on it.
: You always talk about that. "Specta." What is it?

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s-shut up im real.

Curt 2026/05/10(Sun)03:38 No. 1126569 ID: a4a832
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> : Specta sounds a lot like egregorism, the idea of an idea that lives without being living.

: So, materialist outcome for managers is a... drug?
: If you live without it long enough.
: Don't even need to be a manager, investor, whatever. Why do you think is the way he is?
: I can kind of see it. You're sort of lensing the normal way the world works into something that feels more visceral.
: Only way to react right to it. Drop the abstractions, see it as direct. A substance, a face, whatever it takes.
: I mean, maybe. You do it too much and you're posting Egregorist manifestos.
: You were reading that crap?
: It's important history stuff! I was an encyclopedia detective too, you know.
: But, actually, it came up in therapy.
: Yeah, how's that?

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How far can a metacommunicator reach, anyways? Could the reason the traitor can have consistent knowledge of the loop be that they're connected to someone outside of the station, outside of the loop?

Is the loop a local phenomenon? If you radio/visit another station, what day is it?

Do like the table smash boob meme on the pots oh wait that's just a pot shaped guy oops!

Hmmm... I'm being flattered.

I mean, I get that my boobs are a nice sight for people who see two giant sphinx butts all day long.

Still - the only people allowed in and out of this town are heroes. The only business that can survive are ones with heroes as customers. The whole town's economy now depends on a steady flow of heroes spending their loot.

They've learned how to flatter heroes. The whole pot smashing thing is probably a loss leader to get you into their store.

They're gonna be pissed when they find out we don't have any starting money. Unless their whole thing is getting you to run up a big tab when you're setting out so they take all your loot on the way back?

I wonder if they're deliberately letting monsters through in order to get heroes coming to them again?

...better find out how much we owe the inn for one night before anything else. Could be like a thousand gold a night if this is their deal.

>>1126557
Do our part to keep the pottery economy alive!
Smashy smashy!
He'll probably sell the shards if you use your heroic honkers to crush them.

If it is a scam, dont worry. I spy another money making opportunity.
Grass farm
Perfect for spin attacks and uprooting our local currency.
Im guessing boob shaped ruupies.
Sweater puupies.

First, fill the pot with your milk and then break it. That milkshake will bring all the boys to the yard.

>>1126557
Ah, the consequences of fame and fate. Some people might think we'd enjoy having crowds of stickfolk (and one gnome-looking guy) fawning over us, but...
Eh, why not? We're the Hero with Huge Boobs. Let's milk 'em.

Do a fancy stunt with the pot. Rest it on our chest to Boobie Bounce it into the air, and hit it with our sword as it comes down to send it flying off into the distance.

And while everyone's watching it fly, we can make our way to the conveniently-placed Butt Shrine to learn about the road ahead. We've got to plan our journey before we can prepare for it!