tippler 2022/07/05(Tue)06:57 No. 1037097 ID: 9ea24b
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>Jog home
You want to see Weasel and get her advice on the wizard’s request. If you can explain your altered state she won’t be as worried even if you’re acting erratically.

With a new goal, you charge home, taking care to stop and drink water periodically. Your muscles feel no pain and the crystals clink against each other with each stride. The high still hasn’t worn off by the time you reach the cave.

tippler 2022/07/05(Tue)06:58 No. 1037098 ID: 9ea24b
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It’s difficult to talk clearly, you shout for Weasel to come out and then babble to her about the situation and how much you love her and how you tried to steal a goat. You see the fear in her eyes and you feel horrible.

She takes the nails and the bag of crystals and you run around in the forest checking all your traps and gathering firewood until late at night when you finally feel tired.

tippler 2022/07/05(Tue)06:58 No. 1037099 ID: 9ea24b
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>Crash
You have trouble sleeping, but you eventually doze in the nest. You wake up exhausted and depressed, your whole body sore. After some food and water, you take the crystals and stagger through the tunnels deeper into the mountain.

>Dragon
You haven’t seen the dragon since last Thanks Meal and you find her slumbering on her pile of treasure, just like before. Without a plate of tasty food, you’re not sure how to wake her up.

In the traditional way: Singing your heart out.

"I got your speed,
it tastes like weed!
I followed your creed,
and tested the mead,
I have to know the feed,
Does it grow from a seed?
I scared my wife
and she peed
helpme"

Absurdity DeVoid 2022/06/27(Mon)10:01 No. 1036181 ID: 527ed9
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bhgsFCy2uvY

Inner thoughts: Dolt. I am only “impulsive” when people like you attempt to dismantle, or undermine my operation.

It is of no consequence, Sir Dino. I only ask that not he full truth be given to me in the future from you. I know with DerVan that is asking a lot, but I only hope you as our superior will not seek to cut corners.

*Threshold freezes for a moment.*

Inner Thoughts: A shiver runs down your spine as that aura of menace runs over you. He's trying to convey the gravity of the situation. And... possibly gauge your loyalties. Part of you wishes to run and hide, but you can't leave the question hanging. Breathe.

*He relaxes his shoulders as he takes a breath.*

Inner Thoughts: There. You note how he dodged your first question to counter with his own. He wants to make sure that you value Triumphant, and in doing so, his own interests. You know how politically cutthroat the Tribunal is, and that comment about who "everyone will decide to pin this whole incident on" was deliberate. While Triumphant poisoning himself does sound like in intriguing avenue of enquiry, you don't have enough information to rule on it one way or the other, but you can't share that hesitation. Fall back on physical observation.

"The events proceeding Mr. Triumphant's incident were out of his control. Our initial plan was to present our findings to the assembly as a group, Mr. Glasshrauder derailed that and our little sub-section split off so I could mediate their discussion."

Inner Thoughts: DeRvan had -and to an extent still has- the most to gain with Triumphant out of the picture. But there was that aspersion of self-doubt sprinkled in there when DeRvan mentioned the photos. There might be a real chance that Triumphant suspects himself, but unless you can get some direct testimony from Corax or Peregrine it will just remain a theory. Note coincidence and happenstance.

"Following that thread, Mr. Triumphant wasn't in control of where things might take place, and uncertainly leads to risk. The way he fell off the chair, I was concerned that he might have hit his head quite badly. No, the timing was just too good to be a coincidence. It seemed like he was

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While I didn't worship the will of the world in your establishment, I still worshiped the religion in my own way. I followed that religion as a way to put my life into perspective and the role I am destined to play under the Acosta family name. Maybe it's also my role to struggle to live up to that expectation, but I believe what I am feeling is temporary, and successfully going through that role would help me grow.

But yeah, your help to get me through that struggle would be greatly appreciated. Though I have been curious, what did bring you to my world back then? Why did you establish the society of perplexity church in our world? Or rather, what is your thoughts of Inkiverusus, the will of the world?

Absurdity DeVoid 2022/07/05(Tue)07:25 No. 1037101 ID: 8255b7
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BO20TGeFVCw

A

Ponder why you don't have underwear to cover your chicken dinner.

A, look for food, Sing while cooking it!
In the future you will need to scout ahead, but for now you should be fine
Also thread could also be bulled from sleeves or that turtleneck in the future if your THAT embarrassed

D, your bird instincts are calling out to you...

D

Submit to the indescribable urge to bust a funky tune!

Maybe you should use whites heavy eggs first and have her empty into you as it seems she has the harder cock and pink has erectile disfunction, plus it seems like she has high vitality and pink seems to not get hard and might shoot on the spot, no matter who you are thats pretty disappointing.

>>1037048
>“It’s not fatal? Aw…”
Note to self: If someone wants to be eaten, then don’t tell them that it isn’t fatal! That’ll just make it difficult to get them hard enough to fuck you!

>terrible roleplaying
And remember: Roleplaying is optional! If you suck at roleplaying, then don’t even try to do it. Because sometimes “shut the fuck up and get straight to business” is a valid choice when trying to decide on what to do.

>>1037049
Since pink isn’t cooperating, that makes her useless, so just eat her right now. That will get white rock hard and you can fuck her.

The trick to enticing them is to make it worth their while, while having them think it was their idea. Just be straight with them and let them about the book with a map in it you can't read until you fuck different species. With a map, the treasure is implied. Any adventurer worth their salt would at least consider it.

Use magic to get her hard, then, and while you're at it use magic to get your own slit going. You have a book of lust magic right there, just making someone a bit physically horny should be like, page 1. Part of the trouble is that because you're not horny yourself, your body's not ready to let someone in. I know mentally you're not interested, so either use magic or just get some physical stimulation on yourself going until your body gets the picture.

>>1037049
Convince white to fuck pink into you then eat her or get her to agree to serve you in exchange for promising to eat her

rolled 4, 14, 13, 3, 10, 9, 1, 5, 6, 6, 7, 5, 15, 18, 16, 18, 10, 7, 2, 17 = 186

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Paprika will let her spear fall from her hand and call forth her flames again (spending one intellect) and try to shape them to alter her trajectory, such that she'll land on top of the bodyguard with the full force of her descent.

Regardless of whether she lands on it or not, once she's on solid ground she'll try to grapple the bodyguard itself and continue the fight with her hands and feet. I'll spend 3 points of might effort.

Spending 1 XP to reroll the 4

rolled 18, 12, 1, 5, 8, 6, 20, 18, 3, 16, 5, 13, 10, 14, 7, 11, 18, 19, 2, 9 = 215

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> What is the next proactive thing you do

"I am extremely annoyed about how your bodyguard just tried to kill me."

She would say to Elenyah.

"Is it possible to replace them as your bodyguard for the time being. The stopping the world from ending thing is on a timetable of decades, and this seems much faster to get situated."

>>1037090
On impact, bodyguard's head twists around like a doorknob. If that were a human in armor, they'd be dead of a broken neck. On closer inspection, there doesn't seem to be any actual neck at all - just an irregular spheroid floating a handspan above rocky triangular shoulders. One red eye goes dark, and what was initially parsed as the nose-hole on a skull-like mask lights up. Apparently the three spots are interchangeable.

rolled 17, 17, 20, 2, 1, 18, 17, 7, 15, 11, 8, 3, 3, 16, 14, 9, 1, 8, 7, 16 = 210

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Reiko watches two girls falling from the sky. Luckily, they seem to have a contingency for that. Reiko wonders if she should have her own contingency for that. The civilians move faster at what they think are executions of the diplomats.

As they approach the I.C. peninsula, taking a short rest from carrying the grievously wounded, Reiko spots an off-the-road location she noticed weeks back, and decides to scan it for scrap.

rolled 3 = 3

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Rolling for number of suggestions!

rolled 2 = 2

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Rolling the suggestion to act on (d6). Second suggestion will be rolled with the first removed (d5) and third will be rolled with both removed (d4).

rolled 4 = 4

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First suggestion: >>1036988

Rolling second suggestion to act on (d5) with first removed.

rolled 1 = 1

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Second suggestion: >>1036996

Rolling for third suggestion with first two removed (d4).

>>1036987
Third suggestion! Votes are now closed.

>>1036857
Try feeling the topic out first ask him about like if he beieves in the supernatural or the like and go based on his responses

Don't reveal anything

But accidentally let Momo free. She'll reveal herself to Reggie.

We should probably talk to the other mediator first, at least; make sure there isn't a Masquerade, or anything. Doesn't seem like a decision that has to be made NOW.

What are the odds momo actually has a perfectly easy way to disguise herself or go undetected and she's just messing with you again?

>>1036881

Ya, this. Something like:

"So, if reality were like an Urban Fantasy novel, hidden fey and all, would that be totally awesome or totally horrible?"

Fletch, sneak under water and do everything you can to pull on his legs and get him down under.

Time to put some dirt in his eye.

Mud goes in eyeball, but don't run away. Try to break his joints, or at least get him down in the mud again.

>>1036883
Trying to drown him isn't a bad idea but at this point we really need to make some noise to alert the cops if we want to keep them alive

>>1036983
this

It sounds almost comical, but maybe try and pants him while he's distracted? Every advantage needs to be pressed here and disabling his legs will help.

Norb had been told to deliver bonk and so shall.

>>1036880
Lana, suplex him!

Norb, follow up with the people's elbow!

>>1036880
Lana, suplex him!

Norb, follow up with the people's elbow!

>>1036890
>>1037007
>>1036882
All good ideas, but on their own there's worries.
Suplexing means he can stab us with that knife.
Pantsing means it would be hard for hime to move, but he can still fight.
Hitting him with the bucket might take too much time and give him an opportunity to react.

Instead, let's do all three in a way. Tackle his legs and try to throw him over you onto the bucket, hopefully he should hit his head on it and he should be hit on the back of the head where the mask can't cushion him.
Norb can come up and whack the knife out of his hand and take it, disarming the fox and arming Norb.

"Okay, so, the bottom line is; something is gonna happen at the back of the plane, and a white-furred belenosian lady dressed as a soldier - claims to go by 'Sam' - is gonna try to get at the blue suitcase and take it somewhere. I say you should make a move on the most known factor, that being the belenosian, and maybe also send someone to find out if there's a bomb waiting in the back of the plane for 'Mr. Tan's' signal or something - maybe I'll do that second part."

As you head off... realize that if a bomb wasn't likely smuggled on board... if you were in the mastermind's shoes and realized you couldn't get that past these guys...

If you don't find a bomb inside, radio your copilot to ask if there's a way to deal with a bomb that might be outside the hull. Mid-flight.

might as well tell her what you overheard, that they wanted the plane to be shot down and everyone forced to jump. Not sure if it would help but she knows more about the mission than you do so she might have a better idea what their end goal is.

She was supposed to deliver it to somewhere. So we have two possible scenarios:

: it has a bomb and the destination is ither this plane, or wherever we are landing.
2: the contents of the suitcase are the target and she was supposed to take it with her when we parachuted off the plane, get away in the confusion.

Neither her or her employers were planning on us taking out the professional pilot, so this is plan B. But we really don't know what that could be.

We can identify the suspect, both because we know their face and because we took her ammo and we put the safety on her rifle. We can use this to our advantage.

>>1036919
The goat lady. The one that doesnt know how to use her laser gun. The one that is in debt.

>>1037000
To add, she may also be willing to defect if she is pressured. She doesn't seem very strong willed, nor does she seem to believe in the cause.

Of course, it could also be an act and she may have intentionally leaked info to us so we report it, but that would be some 5d chess level shit so Occam's razor says that probably isn't the case.

Absurdity DeVoid 2022/07/03(Sun)16:59 No. 1036957 ID: 8255b7
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I know it is really sad when the story never gets a continuation, sometimes it does come back but most of the times it doesn't and that does hurt when a passion projects losses the passion or life makes it difficult to fallow that passion.

Absurdity DeVoid 2022/07/03(Sun)17:00 No. 1036958 ID: 8255b7
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I will be honest with you all I don't know if this quest have any destination or plot. I primarily made it more for decision rather than to tell a genuine story.

Okay, then. Show us that graveyard you wanted to share with us.

Agreed, you did say something about wondering if you'll be dealing with a restless spirit. We should probably get to that.

>>1036972
Indeed, let us walk amidst the headstones

Silly Zealot 2022/07/03(Sun)18:18 No. 1036963 ID: c1d4af
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Allergine wips out two super-rad guns seemingly from thin air and starts blasting, backed up by your battalion of PR soldiers.

Amigdala uses her crazy nanobot swarm powers to swallow people, spit them out, get inside them and choke them, toss them, and all that cool stuff that oozes tend to do.

Also, it's worth noting that, this happening in Central Africa, most of these peeps are from Central African ethnicities, but they are not portrayed that way because my lawyer told me that showing a white devil and a bunch of white soldiers shooting mind-controlled people of color is the fastest way to get my grave digged up for me.

Silly Zealot 2022/07/03(Sun)18:22 No. 1036965 ID: c1d4af
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Well, now all the guards are dead and you only lost 5 more soldiers, for a total of 8 dead.

You have 52 soldiers remaining.

Also, Allergine is full of holes but she is holding up. She is, quite literally, a super-trooper.

The guards and workers, along with van Brau herself are probably alerted now.
How do we proceed?

>Open the front door.
>Climb a window.
>Blast a wall?
>Other ideas.

We need to start living the life we are worthy of. Let's call in an (american) airstrike, then roast weenies on the results.

>>1036961
Order a salted cobalt bomb to be detonated on northern africa to tie up all of the military forces on the continent to keep them from coming as reinforcements.

>>1036965
Use the charming financial guide to lure out the defenders with promises of TOTALLY FREE INCOME METHODS

Kacey Pink 2022/07/03(Sun)20:18 No. 1036978 ID: 4ef090
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I looked at chips at my drug store. I held a tall can of soda in one hand and my prescriptions, already paid for, in my other. My second year on estrogen had come and gone, and while I enjoyed my journey it still felt, unfinished. My black hair was up in a ponytail, with spring rains ending and summer fully on us I was able to wear shorts and shirts again. Allowing everyone to see my glow in the dark, scrawny little white chicken legs.
Not that it mattered much. I was far too insecure to take off my sweaters or jackets, no matter how hot it was or how hot my best friend Sam claimed I looked without one on. I couldn't separate myself from a strange, lingering dysphoria. Shorts felt good, I told myself, it felt good to present feminine. Then again, it never really hurt to present masculine. But that was common right, nothing really fits anyone, right?
"Do you have work today?" Sam asked me, looking at the employee at the end of the aisle pretending to face products. It was supposed to be a college town, more liberal.
"Yeah, sorry," I said. Pulling a big bag of chips off the shelf.
"Was hoping to hang out," Sam said, smiling. Her smile always made me smile back. She wore a zipper hoodie like me, but that was always her style. Stoner, skater, low effort chill aesthetic. Her curled black hair hung over her left eye. Parts of it were dyed green and white. It was shaved down on the sides, down to the scalp. It was like a mix between a mohawk and an emo cut she saw online. She put her hands into my jacket.
"I'll be free after work," I said, as she leaned against me. "Just working the projector is all."
"You'll be working something," she said, smiling wide.
"Wh-whatever dude," I said, smiling back. "Why don't you get a job too?"
"I did, remember?" Sam said. "The afro-feminist liberty book store."

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>I can't believe it. I try and I try and still...
seems like no matter what I do people see me the old way, not the way I am now

>Misgendered by a retail worker
It's not his job to determine someone's gender. Though you're moderately pissed off.

Unless the dude was on autopilot, probably on purpose

A

Mostly D, because any suspicions of womanizing will be lost when Vivian rattles her insufferable head at the two high socials, forcing them to collaborate in persuading this loose cannon.

A

E) If we can spend time with both, why not go for it.

A! I have absolutely no ulterior motives.

Yes, letting the fellas know you are back up and talking to the sergeant sounds like the best course. Got a feeling the feds have been up to no good lately.

Find Dane and get back to work.

BAN 2022/07/03(Sun)15:27 No. 1036951 ID: e30795
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You should get a sitrep from Dane, you decide. You shuffle out of your office and try to track the sergeant down.

>"BAN?!" Sergeant Dane pokes her head out of KYLE's office as you pass by.

"Dane--!!" The sergeant grabs your sleeve and yanks you into the office before you even have time to say hello.

>When you stumble in, KYLE looks up from his laptop and waves. "Hey man," he says. "You, uh... You doing alright?"

You nod. "Yeah... What's the situation?"

>"Bad." Dane looks like she's been contemplating murder. "The paparazzi's looking into ADAM's company, and KYLE's handling background checks. The slugs are out of control though, BAN. I barely got our guys working before that little bitch and her cronies started getting in the way. They don't even want us interrogating our own fucking prisoners!"

Dane tells you about her run-in with HALE, and about her strange findings in the evidence room. Shit, you'd had a feeling that the SIG were already up to no good. That creeping sense of despair is trying to get at you again...

>Dane grabs your wrist and scowls at your watch for a second. "Fuck... And now HALE wants us in a meeting at 12. She wants to set 'operational boundaries,' whatever the fuck that's supposed to mean...!"

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>>1036951
She's right, you guys do need something:
a fucking olive branch.
As much as it sucks, as much as it may hurt, you guys need to work together right now, and blackmailing government officials is not going to fly whatsoever.

>>1036955
This here. We go into that, and we discuss boundaries. One of the boundaries we're going to set is not giving up interrogating our own witnesses. How we achieve that is likely going to involve teamwork and collaboration, but the way they treated Dane was so far beyond unprofessional it PERHAPS deserves special mention and shaming at that meeting.

>>1036062
... Let's kill him. In fact, get Vidian to do it.

>>1036066
So, uh... is your middle name "Dan"?
Get to exploring stuff.

Baron 2022/07/03(Sun)11:30 No. 1036921 ID: 7a1a17
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Hey you're the one who told me to offer! Who knows what he's going to do with it.

Acha-this thing really is made of some stern stuff. Direct hit, dropped to the sublevels and it's still mostly intact. I mean yeah, it's a wreck now but look at it! Anything else would be scrap!

Baron 2022/07/03(Sun)11:30 No. 1036922 ID: 7a1a17
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I almost don't want to be here. I didn't find Viv last time but maybe this time I will and I kind of don't?

Wow this thing really can take a beating. There's still lights on. That console looks like it's flashing something. And the chair is missing? Like not torn out, it looks like it dropped beneath the floor on some rail-things. I see blinking lights down there but damned if I know what it is.

>>1036921
>you're the one who told me to offer
No, I very clearly said not to.

>>1036922
Blinking light is either an important notification or something malfunctioning. Go check that out first, then the console.

I suppose that Rezan technology is a lot more robust than I assumed. If this thing still works it's probably running on backup power.
If this still works, you don't want the Hegemony to be able to use it.
There's nothing we can do now about them taking apart and studying it but if it still has backup power maybe we can activate the console and lock the controls. If they found some way to activate it, it would go terribly, best we make sure they can't.
Find a neural interface or a slot for us, and preferably don't use the giant weapon to watch porn this time.

Also yeah, check the blinking light, it's probably just about how the whole thing is ruined but blue usually stands for communication and if it's a message we better find out what it is.

>AM I SERIOUSLY THE ONLY ONE NOT ON HIS SIDE RIGHT NOW? ESPECIALLY AFTER THAT EPISODE!?"

We just woke up and as far as we know that's how people say hello. We have no idea why people are fighting, we have no idea what is going on in the world right now, nor do we have any idea what of what is odd and what is normal. So far the only thing we really know is keep quite unless asked a question, observe what's going on around us, and once a more complete picture has been built THEN start judging people based on their actions. Can't be snooty if you don't know what to be snooty about after all.

>Feel free to make suggestions
you're a spider, you a tough some of a bitch, and you got some baggage buried within you...
Uh, Spud? ...I have just come to the realization that I am not too great with names.

>>1036662
I wish to call him Boris

>AM I SERIOUSLY THE ONLY ONE NOT ON HIS SIDE RIGHT NOW? ESPECIALLY AFTER THAT EPISODE!?"
Nobody lives forever, my dude. We're just doing our level best to be impartial. You view him as a murderer that felled our previous master. That is technically true. However, the reality is that we were once worn by a shaman of presumably good character, and now are currently worn by a troubled soldier that has had to do unspeakable things just to survive - we shouldn't assume that the unwellness preceded the slaughters.

In other words, it is what it is, and the sooner we accept that, the better. That's not to say we can't have goals of change to strive for in the future, but throwing a tantrum about the present and antagonizing our current bearer serves nobody.

> Suggestions
Well, if you believe yourself a survivor above all else, and this empire has done its best to try and erase your own identity, then it is Saxma we shall call you.

For that matter, we apologize for distracting you earlier, Saxma. Our mind, in particular, is a bit fragmented at the moment, and that's after one considers the divide between us and the other two stones, so conflicting advice on occasion is to be expected.

>Survival
Survival is good for a while, but at some point it will not be enought.

Search your suroundings, make sure there is no more danger around.

To be clear, I am not on his side.

Sam 2022/07/02(Sat)12:57 No. 1036819 ID: 899c9f
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Styx’s office is just across the hall from Stone’s, but couldn’t be more of a contrast from her order and cleanliness. This is the kind of place my favorite history teacher would keep. Come to think of it, he would probably kill to be standing here right now!
The elder statesant rises from his seat as I enter. “Welcome to the elder archives. It’s a fancy name for some old junk that fell behind the couch, really, but it’s cozy in here.”
My eyes are immediately drawn to the most advanced technology in the room, looking out of place among the scrolls and wooden shelves. “What’s that screen?”
“Ah, it’s my watch. I call it that because I watch cartoons on it! It also holds the collected wisdom and history of our people. What’s left of it, anyway.” Styx touches the screen and it lights up, displaying a loading symbol as the device’s interface boots.
“That’s incredible! I wish I had time to study it... Is that what this is about?” I ask.
“Not exactly. There were just a few things I wanted to make sure you knew before you left.
Tell me, Sam, how are the Formicans seen by your people?”

>A highly advanced technological civilization.
>A staunchly neutral people in a war torn era.
>Pioneering explorers and precursors.
>Hardline traditionalists.

>>1036819
Looking back on early updates, it seems...
>A highly advanced technological civilization.
Also yeah people know they vanished during a time of conflict, but not WHY.

If the outside world knew the whys of their exodus, but not the how, would that be an improvement?

>A highly advanced technological civilization.

First option

>>1036819
A highly advanced technological civilization that mysteriously disappeared. No one knows where they went or what happened to them.

B, Y, C

>>1036408
B, Y, D

Distract Daatra's dad with a slice of cake!

>Maybe he'd be happy to be a part of that?
Ehh, don't mention the hoard thing. He might not be ready for that yet.

A, Y, C

B. Y. C.

A, X B.

Well, it might help bolster your own self esteem towards your own cooking.

Hazel Fletcher 2022/06/20(Mon)23:42 No. 1035563 ID: 14737b
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>>1035562
>"I know I will, and if you were packmates, you know where they sleep, so it doesn't matter if you don't know where they roam."
"We don't trust him to lead us anywhere right now, my dark compatriot," Hazel reminds her friend, leaning in to look at the mutant were-beast.

>her silver dagger
>she plunged it in the heart of the one without a muzzle.
"Oh God, what?! Sarah!" Hazel cries out in shock as the blood goes flying, "Executing unresisting prisoners very not-bad uncool! Warcrimes! Even if they're werewolves, you should at least pull them out of the van first if you're worried about them bleeding all over it!"

Hazel snatches the faintly-glowing jade green spider from where it's dancing on Sarah's head and slams it onto the corpse, then shudders.

"Fix this!"

There is a few seconds pause. Hazel lifts her hand, and the spider is gone from beneath it, vanished into nowhere... but the werewolf comes apart, dissolving into thousands upon thousands of spiders that send her screaming away from the vehicle, jumping onto, latching onto, and hiding behind a tree as she tries to avoid the tide of arachnids.

>>1035563
>>1035562
Jennifer doesn't have much to say about the murderous killing intent or the death threat. Or even the death. Part of that is that she's still a bat-monster, since it's still dark and there could be more out there. The werewolf, assuming that's what it is, and having heard with her little- well, not so little, but semantics- bat ears what everyone else was saying that's becoming more clear, and hey if she can be a bat - or a bird, she'll have to eat a robin at some point now, mental note made - then why not sure other people can be scary wolf-monsters. Or not so scary. They were scarier when they were blurs to the eye and not unconscious. And not dead. Which that one now is. Maybe she should have tried to stop the the ex-Sarah?

Nah.

But then Hazel grabs spider-hat. And then Hazel does something weird. Or wyrd. One or the other, or both. And then there's a horde of spiders. Pretty little things, but wow theres a lot of them and whoops time to take flight and land on top of the van. And maybe turn back into a human. "What was that, she calls down from atop the roof of the van to the tree where Hazel is cowering. She'll climb down once all the spiders are gone. Don't want to squish any accidentally.

>>1035531
"How many more? Are we talking three or four, or three or four hundred?" Jennifer doesn't want to think 'meh, we can take them,' she's taken intro to creative writing, she kno

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There are so many spiders. So very many spiders and they just book it. To make webs and do spider things elsewhere. Some do linger though. It's hard to explain exactly how many spiders there are. Imagine you're walking on a shag carpet and then oh no, spiders. There are way more spiders then that.

The wolf-man just watches. He almost doesn't hear Jennifer ask her question - eyes on the spiders. Just looking. Anyways, he does respond. "That's a hard question to answer. Here, though, in these mountains? Right at this moment? A dozen, maybe more."

Not a lot of info to work with. You'll get more.

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Time rolls by in the darkness. The 26 isn't empty exactly but damn it's late. The sudden rolling darkness and crowing ravens and all that rot has caused on accident or two. The news is gonna be a bit confused about that. You pass an empty car or two.

It's a tight fit in the van. The wolf sleeps. On the ride back the Wolf-Man settles into being just a man - pants and all. Can't be seen like that all up in the city. You have no trouble getting home. This is awesome. What's less awesome is how the Wolf-Man is very certain that the city is no safer then the mountain. It's just not where a bunch of proverbial fireworks went off.

...Proverbial? Metaphorical? Eh...

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>>1036318
>"What was that?" she calls down from atop the roof of the van to the tree where Hazel is cowering.
"Why is it always spiders!?" Hazel shouts back, shivering in fear. She wouldn't be getting into that van without a full protective covering. Maybe two, just to be sure. She brought a bag with the tent, she could zip it up and seal the sides, right?

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Putting the kettle on back at her house, Hazel shudders one last time at the memory. "Sorry about that. I fudging hate spiders. Coffee? Tea?" She offers the wolf-man she's settled at her dining table, before opening up the stage, "Anyone? I'd like to get a pot on before we start asking about the Vampire Agenda."

Hazel looks outside through the window into her small yard and hobby garden. Ivy is climbing up the walls. It's a pretty spot of green, but the spines did a good job fending off people trying to climb her fence, which was a real issue in this suburb and might turn handy when the wolf they'd left outside woke up. The damn thing had stopped bleeding quick, and was frankly fairly grotesque lying on the grass out there, but it'd be best to keep an eye on it until it woke up.

"I think we forgot, but do you have a name, wolf-man?" Hazel asks after a moment of thought. Her façade as a serious business scary person had fallen to shambles when the spiders happened, and returning home settled her in her skin more than she thought possible on a night like this.

“Theodore.” The Wolf-Man says. I mean, he’s just a normal human now. His gaze fixed outside the window at any movement from his apparently ex-pack mate. “And, no. I’m not thirsty.” His legs don’t seem to be tired either. The man is still standing - not knowing or really wanting to sit down. Pretty funny seeing as how the fucker is going to pass out at any moment. Gotta keep the pride up!

“Thank you for saving my life." He says, maybe for the second time. Then continues. "Who the hell are you people? What do you want from me?”

The wolf is in the yard. Tied up. In the grass. Out by the window. Do you plan on just waiting until it wakes up to interrogate it? You may want to do so in a place less… out in the open. It’s dark and all but this is still just a yard - fenced and shaded though it is.

"I'm not sure what you expect me to know about any vampires. Those bloodsuckers keep to the shadows."