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A semi-special Christmas edition!

Missed past threads? Catch them here:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=pararescue+witches

Twitter: https://twitter.com/MercCommand

You are Captain WILLIAM PIERCE, a combat rescue officer of the United States Air Force. Last night, you've been doing a bit of hard partying in order to let off some steam, though some people, particularly your witches, let off a bit more steam than others...

Once again, you wake up bright and early, not because you wanted to, but just in case something happened that would need your attention. First, you had to check whether RR4 held up their end of the bargain they made last night and would take your rotation. A few quick calls to the ops officers confirms that you're off duty for he day.

Score.

Turning your head, you can see Red still fast asleep. Considering how much she drank last night, she'd probably need all the sleep she could get.

>Eh, you're off. Get a few more hours of sleep.
>You're already up, might as well get out of bed.
>Wake up Red, see how she's feeling.
>Other
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>>29068672
>Other

Give her the D.
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>>29068672
>>You're already up, might as well get out of bed.
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>>29068672
>>You're already up, might as well get out of bed.
go check on the others while Red sleeps it off
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>>29068672
>>Eh, you're off. Get a few more hours of sleep.

This is the best part of having a day off and if you don't agree then you're likely underaged.

Too bad there isn't a warm motherly woman sharing hte bed, that'd be even better.
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>>29068672
LAST TIME, ON PARARESCUE WITCHES '89 Z

we totally undressed red in bed yeeeeeeeeeeeep this will get interesting

>Get out of bed, get breakfast

We are up so that we may enjoy delicious breaking of fast
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>>29068763
Only if Janice is making it.
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>>29068672
>>Wake up Red, see how she's feeling.
She has had probably at least 8 hours already, get water and coffee in her
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>>29068672
While part of you wanted nothing more than to get a few more hours of sleep, it was unfortunately overridden by your military training. Once you were awake it was very difficult to get back to sleep.

Yawning, you grab a fresh shirt and your toiletries kit and make clean yourself up. Unlike last time, the shower room was completely empty, so you were able to shower, brush your teeth, and shave undisturbed, which you feel is a sensation you will only be able to experience very rarely from now on. Now that you were somewhat presentable, you tried to figure what to do next.

>Grab some breakfast.
>Check if Bree is back.
>Go see Anderson and catch up on what you missed.
>Other
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>>29068847
>>Grab some breakfast.
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>>29068847
>>Grab some breakfast.
>>
>>29068847

>Grab some breakfast for you and Red,
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>>29068847
>>Grab some breakfast.
Time for some hopefully real food.
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>>29068847
>>Grab some breakfast.
and wake Red up by throwing a pancake on her face
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>>29068672
>You're already up, might as well get out of bed.
>Other
get food and water for yourself. you're still on the mend and last night didn't help that.
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>>29068847
Well, you might as well grab some breakfast first. You DID party pretty hard last night, after all.

As you make your way to the kitchen, a very familiar, and delicious, smell wafts up to your nose. It looked like you were having eggs and bacon today.

Jackpot.

Entering the kitchen, you see Janice at the stove cooking up some scrambled eggs in one pan and frying several strips of bacon in another. Dear lord, the smell as simply heavenly! Janice, meanwhile, seems to be unaffected by last night's drinking, as she seems as cheerful and energetic as ever, humming a little tune to herself.

"Those... don't happen to be real eggs, are they?" You ask.

"You know, I feel like I've had this conversation before." Janice smiles. "And yes, they're real. It's amazing what you can get from Logistics when you ask them nicely!"

Yep, as if nothing else here had anything to do with that.

"The bacon is real too, by the way." Janice adds in and points to several foil trays filled with eggs and bacon. "Go on! You can start eating before Bree's squad comes down. They're extremely ravenous eaters!

>Dig in!
>Talk with Janice a bit.
>Other
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>>29069076
>Talk with Janice a bit.
>get some breakfast to bring back to red
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>>29069076
>>Talk with Janice a bit.
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>>29069076
>>Dig in!
>>Talk with Janice a bit.
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>>29069076
>>Talk with Janice a bit.
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>>29069089
guy is gonna need food and water so going with this
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>>29069076
>>Talk with Janice a bit.

"So...Janice...how much of last night was you, and how much was the booze?"
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>>29069076

>Dig in!
>Talk with Janice a bit.
we can do both
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>>29069076
You walk over to the trays, pick up a plate, and start piling on eggs and bacon. However, as you do so, you decide to talk with Janice a bit while you're both down here.

"So Janice, what did you think about that party last night?" You ask. "Did you like it?"

"Oh, well I thought it was extremely enjoyable!" Janice grins. "It's rare to see so many PJs together in place in a noncombat situation. Plus it was certainly nice to get to know some of them, considering we're newcomers here. But..."

"But what?" You pause.

"Well...towards the end there my memory gets a bit fuzzy." Janice admits. "I may have drunk a bit too much. I... I didn't do anything too embarrassing, did I?"

Oh, well she didn't remember being all flirtatious or anything like that? You wonder if you should mention it to her...

>Nah, nothing happened.
>We were acting a bit... different.
>Flirt.
>Other
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>>29069236
>Flirt.
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>>29069236
>>Nah, nothing happened.
"You were a bit flirty, but nothing serious actually happened."
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>>29069236
>Flirt.
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>>29069236
[x] >>29069258
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>>29069236
>We were acting a bit... different.
don't lie to the girl
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>>29069236
[x] >>29069258
"I think Tarin is jealous. In several ways."
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>>29069236
>>Other

"You think what you did was embarrassing? Aw, that will make Little Me sad when he hears. Oh well, I still have the pictures to make him feel better."
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>>29069236
[x]>>29069258

If there was a way to say it was flattering, I'd add it.
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>>29069342
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>>29069236
>"well.... you and Red were kinda all over me."
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>>29069236
"Ah, you were just acting a bit flirty, but nothing serious actually happened." You shrug. "Though I have to say, it was pretty interesting to see that side of you."

"Oh... oh dear." Janice's cheeks redden slightly. "I apologize if my behavior inconvenienced you-"

"Like I said." You shake your head. "Nothing serious happened. We were all a bit buzzed that night."

"That's true." Janice nods. "How's Red, by the way? I do remember her not reacting to the alcohol too well."

"Ah, she's still sleeping it off." You respond. "I think she's in for a nasty surprise when she finally does wake up."

"That she will." Janice smirks a bit. "We probably should get some breakfast up to her, though. She's going to need it."

>Sure, I'll take it to her right now.
>She can sleep in for a bit longer.
>Other
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>>29069424
>>She can sleep in for a bit longer.
The team's shift is being covered so she's good for at least a bit longer.
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>> >She can sleep in for a bit longer.
let the poor lass rest
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>>29069424
>She can sleep in for a bit longer.
"Consider it part of the lesson to be learned here."
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>>29069424
>Sure, I'll take it to her right now.
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>>29069424
>Sure, I'll take it to her right now.
don't be a dick to are roomie
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>>29069424
>Sure, I'll take it to her right now.
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>>29069424
>>Sure, I'll take it to her right now.
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>>29069424
>Sure, I'll take it to her right now.
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>>29069424
>Sure, I'll take it to her right now.
Red may have already woken up and is in need of Water and bacon for hangover
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>>29069424
>Sure, I'll take it to her right now.
>other
to Janice: Seen Tarin yet? she didn't drink at all last night.
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>>29069424
>>She can sleep in for a bit longer.

I'm tempted to add something about liking it.

Though whose picture is being used for Janice.
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>>29069424
>She can sleep in for a bit longer.
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>>29069485
Please explain to me how giving someone a longer time to sleep off a probable hangover is a dick move.
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>>29069536
That's what I'm wondering.
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>>29069536
it just makes the hangover worse we need to get water and food in her before she starts getting sick
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>>29069424
>She can sleep in for a bit longer.

Let her sleep-in. We got the day off. Just put some food off to the side for her.
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>>29069536
>>29069552
Because they won't have an amazing breakfast to help them recover?
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>>29069536
the longer she sleeps the more dehydrated she will be once she awakes if we are talking about sleeping longer than 8 hours
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>>29069569
And waking her up before she's ready will make that hangover even worse. She will kick us in the balls if we do it now, I guarantee it.
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>>29069569
>>29069589
Still don't see how it's a dick move. It's not like he's boarding up the room so she's trapped there.
>>29069585
As if Big Sis Janice won't make sure Red gets her share with a side of kind smile.
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>>29069424
"I guess I'll take it up to her right now." You say, wolfing down your own eggs and bacon. "Hey, you haven't happened to have seen Tarin around, have you?"

"Oh, well, she'll eventually turn up." Janice laughs. "She just likes to wander around, kind of like a feral cat."

"I see." You shrug as you grab a fresh plate of bacon and eggs, making sure to pile on some extra bacon. "Well, thanks for breakfast, Janice. I'll see you later."

"Bye!" Janice waves before turning back to the stove.

As you make your way back to your room, you see Tarin pass by you in the hall, She gives you a slight nod of acknowledgement before she continues on. You briefly pause, wondering what to do.

>Just keep going, or Red's food is going to get cold.
>Call out to Tarin.
>Other
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>>29069682
>Call out to Tarin.
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>>29069682
>Just keep going, or Red's food is going to get cold.
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>>29069682
>Just keep going, or Red's food is going to get cold.
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>>29069682
>>Just keep going, or Red's food is going to get cold.
Nobody deserves cold eggs and bacon.
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>>29069682
>>Just keep going, or Red's food is going to get cold.

If she really wants to talk she'll pop up later. That and since we're bringing Red food we might as well do it right.
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>>29069682
>Just keep going, or Red's food is going to get cold.
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>>29069682
>>Call out to Tarin.
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>>29069682
>>Call out to Tarin.
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>>29069682

>Just keep going, or Red's food is going to get cold.
i am sure Tarin will show up any time now. Bacon is involved. everyone loves bacon.
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>>29069762
>inb4 Tarin is actually Jewish
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>>29069843
But we're jewish
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>>29069853
Oh great, now our mother will start pressuring us to settle down with this nice Jewish girl.
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>>29069853

We're a good Anglican or Methodist.
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>>29069682
You briefly consider calling out to Tarin, but you remember that you've still got to get Red's breakfast to her. You forge on ahead, returning to your room with time to spare. You can still feel the food's warmth through the plate.

"Rise and shine, Red, are you up?" You ask as you enter.

"I wish I wasn't." You hear her mumble as the blanket covered blob on her bed shifts around uncomfortably. "Why didn't you tell me this would happen!?"

"Because everybody has to learn it at some point." You laugh. "Believe me, my first time was pretty bad, too."

"Uggggghhhhh, how do I make the hurting go awaaaaaaay."

You briefly wonder if healwitches could use their magic ability to cure hangovers. In fact, that wasn't something you thought of before. You make a mental note to ask Janice about this later. But now, you had an ailing witch to tend to.

"You drank the water I left you, right?" You ask.

"It helped a bit." Red grumbles. "My mouth's not dry and I'm not as dizzy anymore, but my stomach hurts like hell."

"That's cause you don't have any food in it." You say and wave the plate of Janice's bacon and eggs over where you assume Red's head is. "Breakfast, courtesy of Janice."

"Oh man that smells GOOD." Red immediately shoots up from her bed, grabs the plate, and starts wolfing down everything on it like a ravenous beast. You're almost afraid she'll also eat the fork and plate along with the food.

"Feel better?" You ask once Red if finished. You're sure only a few seconds had passed.

"A bit." Red sighs as she sets down the now cleaned out plate. "We got the day off, right?"

"Well, yeah." You nod.

"Do you have any plans...?" Red asks awkwardly.

>Eh, not really. What do you feel like doing?
>Well, I was just going to hang out with Janice and Tarin...
>Actually I need to go see Bree.
>Actually I need to go see Anderson.
>Other
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>>29070021
>Well, I was just going to hang out with Janice and Tarin...
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>>29070021

Give her the D,
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>>29070021
>Eh, not really. What do you feel like doing?
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>>29070021
>Well, I was just going to hang out with Janice and Tarin...
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>>29070021
>>Well, I was just going to hang out with Janice and Tarin...
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>>29070021
>>Eh, not really. What do you feel like doing?
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>>29070021
>Actually I need to go see Anderson.
>You can come with!
We need to show him how we're such a good mentor, teaching Red critical things like 'hangovers suck' and 'learn your limits' and stuff.
I'm completely serious.
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>>29070021
>Eh, not really. What do you feel like doing?
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>>29070021
>Eh, not really. What do you feel like doing?
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>>29070021
>>Eh, not really. What do you feel like doing?
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>>29070021
>>Well, I was just going to hang out with Janice and Tarin...

>>29070103
Looking the other way during a party is one thing but dragging an obviously hungover subordinate in front of him screams Bad Idea™ to me.
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>>29070021
>Eh, not really. What do you feel like doing?
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>>29070021
>Other
still hungery Red? I'm sure Janice has some left overs for us.
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>>29070021
>Well, I was just going to hang out with Janice and Tarin...
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>>29070021
>>Well, I was just going to hang out with Janice and Tarin..
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>>29070021
>>Eh, not really. What do you feel like doing?
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>>29070021
>>Well, I was just going to hang out with Janice and Tarin...
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>>29070021
>>Well, I was just going to hang out with Janice and Tarin...
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>>29070021
>Eh, not really. What do you feel like doing?
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>>29070021
"Eh, not really." You shrug. "What do you feel like doing?"

"Well, I was thinking... if we're not on duty today, there was sort of something I wanted to do..." Red shifts nervously.

"Well, out with it, girl!" You sigh.

"Iwannaflyastriker." She says really fast.

"Wait... can you repeat that again?"

"Fine!" Red sighs and takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "I want to fly a striker."

"Okay... why?" You ask. It seemed like such an odd request.

"I just feel like it." Red shrugs.

You're not entirely convinced.

>Come on, it's all right to tell me.
>I'm sure we can arrange something with the other witches.
>I don't think that's a good idea...
>Other
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>>29070393
>Come on, it's all right to tell me.
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>>29070393
>>I'm sure we can arrange something with the other witches.
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>>29070393
>>Come on, it's all right to tell me.
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>>29070393
>Come on, it's all right to tell me.
WE ARE TEAM. TEAM SUPPORTS TEAM.
She better find some way to carry us if she goes full striker later.
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>>29070393
>>Come on, it's all right to tell me.
>>
seems like the red fans have struck first blood.
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>>29070393
>Come on, it's all right to tell me.

>>29070493
Considering last thread, I didn't know if Red fans even existed.
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>>29070493
tarinfag pls go
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>>29070506
interest was sparked once it was revealed that Red was the magic age of 18, i.e. legal no matter how much a little sister figure w/ a crush she acts.
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>>29070493
>>29070506

At least there was the flirty with rakertits
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>>29070493
I've never read any of Merc's other stuff so I want to find out what the entirety of Tarin's deal is. And, in what seems to be a developing pattern, I like all the girls that have been shown. Even Bitchtits with the add-on bits.
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>>29070544
some but this seems weigh more in terms of points than a passing moment flirt (which ended due to taking breakfast to red)
>>
Fucking redheads man. It's great.
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>>29070393
"Come on, it's all right to tell me." You say reassuringly. "We're a unit, so our problems are the unit's problems, you know?"

"Well..." Red's eyes dart from side to side and she leans in as if somebody might be listening in on your conversation. "I wasn't exactly telling the whole truth about why I preferred not to use strikers..."

"Go on..." You raise an eyebrow.

"Well, it mostly was since it worked out better for rescue ops, as you saw in our last mission." Red points out. "But... my initial reason was because, um, PROMISE NOT TO LAUGH."

"Okay, I promise!" You nod.

"Well..." Red's voice drops to a whisper. "I really, really, really HATE walking around in my underwear! It's soooooooooooo embarrassing!!!"

>Poker face.
>Try not to laugh... but fail anyways.
>LAUGH.
>Other
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>>29070570

Eh let em have it.

Its christmas today.
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>>29070637
>>Try not to laugh... but fail anyways
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>>29070637
>Other

Shrug.

That's a perfectly understandable reason.
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>>29070637
>Poker face.
SHE'S NOT DRUNK ANYMORE WE CAN WIN NOW
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>>29070637
>Poker face.
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>>29070637
>Other

"Okay, while that is funny, I totally understand. I mean, could you imagine if males were forced to walk around in their underwear all the time? ...maybe don't answer that."
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>>29070637
>>Poker face.

>>29070647
Except that it won't be just for christmas and they'll use it as a foot hold. Momentum's a bitch in a waifu battle.
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>>29070637
>>Poker face.
>>Give her the dick
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>>29070637
>>Try not to laugh... but fail anyways

Magic exists

They can fly

Witches walk around in underwear

Thats just how this world works.
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>>29070637
>Poker face.
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>>29070637
>>Try not to laugh... but fail anyways.
That's it? Shiiiiiiit.
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>>29070711
This makes me wonder why haven't they found some other way to have leg contact without having underwear show by now? I mean back in the martian war, we had a few witches with spats/sport shorts.
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>>29070637
>"That totally understandable Red, why would I laugh at you?
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>>29070765
this
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>>29070765

This.
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>>29070733
And Perrine & Sanya had, er, what was it? Pantyhose?
>spats
Automatic 'best witch' qualifier right there.
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>>29070791

Sanya had a skirt as well.
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>>29070791
Eila had hose as well.
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>>29070791
Yeah but my point is in the 30-40 years since the martian war, they should have found something to negate having to flash one's panties.
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>>29070733
I assume that the strikers draw out the magic at a set rate in order to fly, and anything thicker than pantyhose would interfere/intercept the mana flow, causing it to be drained but unused, which would result in lower efficiency and usability. Similar to trying to power a car on kerosene. As such, the use of strikers necessitates skimpy clothing at best, and full on no pants most of the time.
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>>29070842

Shorts or at least a skirt wouldn't necessarily interfere with that.
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>>29070842
that's assuming they couldn't find a way to improve that. Then again I know the real/meta reason why it's the case: Ghost made SW89 off of this one guy's art who liked the panty flash and thus didn't do much about it.
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>>29070829
It just turns out there is, somehow, a predisposition toward exhibitionism that runs alongside whatever determines magical ability and the witches are pretty okay with that.
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>>29070856
Skirts, at least ones of moderate length, are the hallmarks of a married witch. It's a badge of honor for them.

In the same vein, walking around pantsless is a badge of honor for strike witches anyways. It's like a leather jacket; something that screams "I AM PILOT (EQUIVALENT)".
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We're going to get Red into stockings and miniskirts, aren't we?
Absolute Territory soon, fellow Redfags.
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>>29070637
You have to admit, you DO have the urge to laugh, considering Red was freaking over such a small thing, but you manage to retain your composure. She needed someone who could take her seriously, not laugh at her problems.

"Don't sweat it, Red. We've all got our own little quirks that make us uncomfortable about certain things." You laugh. "You know my folks accidentally abandoned me in a McDonalds when I was eight? I still can't even walk into one without fighting off panic attacks."

Red snickers at this revelation and calms down a bit.

"I guess it's kinda silly..." Red admits.

"Besides, there's a bunch of options to just going bare panties." You continue. "I mean, there's a lot of witches that get around it by wearing skirts or pantyhose."

"Whoa, hey, how do YOU know so much about that subject?" Red narrows her eyes in an accusing glare.

"Uhhhhh, BACK ON TOPIC." You say. "So assume you want to do you flying on the down low, since you don't want anybody to see?"

"Um, yeah, if it's possible." Red nods.

>I'll ask Anderson or Bree if they can work something out.
>Probably too much trouble to go through.
>Other
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>>29070910
thighhighs are cheating!
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>>29070954
>>I'll ask Anderson or Bree if they can work something out.
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>>29070900

Last time we saw her in SWQ Sanya wasn't a married witch.
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>>29070637
>Try not to laugh... but fail anyways.
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>>29070954
>I'll ask Anderson or Bree if they can work something out.
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>>29070856
But it would. All engines build up heat. For maximum efficiency, the air flow intake would likely be as high up on the leg as possible, allowing for max air flow and venting of heat generated. Shorts or skirts of any considerable(y more modest) length would probably get sucked in, clogging it, and causing overheating if not explosive ventilation that would leave one's legs utterly ruined. I like to think that the Alaskan Crab Fisher Ruskie Witch lost her leg to something similar.
Then again, I am trying to make sense of a world where girls can fucking fly with literal jet legs and heft guns heavier than they are with ease.
>>29070867
And yes, this is likely the true reason.
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>>29070954
>>I'll ask Anderson or Bree if they can work something out.
I'm sure Sis'll have our back here. Red IS the reason her bro's still around after all.
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>>29070954
>I'll ask Anderson or Bree if they can work something out.
Maybe we can get some stripped-down strikers that she can wear in the chopper?
>>29070964
What about thighhigh strikerboots?
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>>29070954
>>I'll ask Anderson or Bree if they can work something out.
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>>29070981
It's probably why Georgette was show wearing a skirt in SW89.
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>>29070981
>of modest length
there is the thing. Sanya's skirt is all of a quarter foot, and that is generous.
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>>29070532
I thought she was the little sister. Not for lewd. Why didn't we laugh?
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>>29071046

She hasn't been "Not for lewd" since Merc revealed that she was eighteen.

At least for me anyway.
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>>29071046

Even if shes the little sister, cant laugh at her.
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>>29071057
she has always been for lewd
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>>29070954
>I'll ask Anderson or Bree if they can work something out.
go to bree first. big sis can fix this up!
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>>29071046
well people did think that before that revelation, sort of bullshit that people cop that attitude just on the age number.

It means a very thoughtful/mature girl that's 16 will get overlooked for an immature one that's 18.

And maybe if Red and Pierce had some history I might see something flying but not as it is. The commander didn't have Pierce watch his niece so Pierce could fuck her.
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>>29071046
>redhead
>legal
You can do this. Solve for D.
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>>29071091
Wait... how old are we?
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>>29071057
>>29071072
I
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>>29071101
24-26 IIRC and Janice's the closest to us/Pierce in age.
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>>29071090
>The commander didn't have Pierce watch his niece so Pierce could fuck her.
We don't know that. The thought that he did has me in stitches despite how fucked up it is.

IIRC:
Cap: 25
Janice: 24/23
Tarin: 22
Red: 18

Can't be arsed to find the thread.
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>>29071090

Calm down, my additude before the age reveal was "maybe", learning that she was eighteen just pushed it to "no objection".

TL;DR, stop having a bitchfit because some people like what you don't like.
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>>29071115
Oh...good. Would be strange if we were robbing the cradle, or in some cases if she was robbing the grave.
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>>29071118

Pretty sure it was last thread.
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>>29071118
Still consider red for little sister/apprentice/not for lewd. Leaning onwards Tarin or at least taker
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>>29071141
it really only would have been robbing the cradle if she was like 14 and under
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>>29071143
Still. Christmas Eve has me exhausted from playing ringmaster like it's goddamned Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey.

Can't be arsed.
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>>29071126
You speak solely for yourself.

>>29071141
I noted that as to establish the age gap as the last thread revealed the girls' ages with Tarin only being a couple years younger than Janice.

>>29071146
Raker/Janice you mean.
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>>29071179

I do, and you have no proof that your view is the majority.
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>>29071179
Yay on my phone so unable to vote properly but yeah stupid auto correct
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>>29071146
>>29071179
>taker
>Raker/Janice you mean
Aaaand now I'm imagining her dressed as The Undertaker and I can't stop laughing. I think I woke my roommate.
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"Hey, we can go talk to Bree. She may have a real big mouth, but she's considerate enough to keep personal issues private." You say. "I'm pretty sure she'd at least have enough pull with the base commander to get some airspace cleared for you."

"Wow... thanks, Cap." Red blinks. "I didn't know you'd go that far for me."

"Hey, that's what friends, especially ones with connections, are for, right?" You grin. "Come on, let's go give Bree a visit."

It's not hard to find Bree's office, considering it was one of the few private areas in the barracks. You look at the nameplate and just grin. You'll never get used to the words COL. PIERCE. You give the door a hearty knock.

"Come in!" You hear your sister say. "Will! What can I do for ya today?"

"Well... Red here is getting that striker itch. I was wondering if you had any spare strikes you could lend her? And a place where she could fly around in private?" You ask.

"Oh, little Red here's one of them shy ones, eh?" Bree grins. "Well, we got our own private practice range we use to drill for bombing runs, so that's no problem."

"I feel a 'but' coming on." You sigh.

"BUT, and this is important, I need to know how experienced with strikers she is." Bree says. "Strikers, especially the newer ones can get kinda finicky."

"Well..." Red frowns. "I practiced a bit in older pattern jets and some prop strikers, mostly trainers."

"Hmmmm." Bree mumbles. "The F-111 strikers we keep around are sturdy and reliable enough that there shouldn't be much of a problem, but we might have to use one of the prop trainers, but we'd have to borrow one from the base, which means having to go through another officer..."

You take a glance at Red and she glances back at you.

"I'm not a kid, Cap. I know how strikers work." She pouts.

"Well, it's your call, Will." Bree shrugs.

>Yeah, I'm sure she can handle an F-111.
>Maybe we should talk to Anderson about getting a trainer striker?
>Maybe we should reconsider this.
>Other
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>>29071239
>>Maybe we should talk to Anderson about getting a trainer striker?

I'd rather not take chances
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>>29071239
Are there other heal witches? Can she heal herself if not? If "yes", F-111. If not, trainers.
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>>29071239
>Maybe we should talk to Anderson about getting a trainer striker?
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>>29071239
>>Maybe we should talk to Anderson about getting a trainer striker?
let's not risk it
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>>29071239
>>Maybe we should talk to Anderson about getting a trainer striker?
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>>29071239
>Maybe we should talk to Anderson about getting a training striker?
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>>29071239
>Maybe we should talk to Anderson about getting a trainer striker?
Let's not risk breaking the healwitch.
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>>29071239
>Maybe talk with Anderson

We can argue it from a reasonable perspective, I think. It'd be incredibly useful to have another strike witch on the team, and we have a good trainer on hand in the form of Tarin, who specialized in getting people out of tight spots in a hurry.

Red might be upset, but we can let her know that we aren't trying to be mean. We just want her to be safe too.
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>>29071239
"Let's talk to Anderson, maybe he can get us a trainer striker." You say. "Safety first."

"Fiiiiiiiine." Red pouts.

"Ah, don't worry, it's not you. Will here has always been a bit of a prude!" Bree laughs and ruffles Red's hair. "Don't worry, I'll give him a call and say it's for one of my own witches. He'll ask less questions that way."

"Thanks a lot, Bree." You say.

"Yeah, well, you still owe me big time." Bree grins. "Remember when I said that you had to got one of MY parties?"

"Um... yes?"

"Rec room. Tonight. You'd better be there or I will personally hunt you down."

"Fine fine." You sigh. "Just make the damn call already."

"What was that all about?" Red asks as Bree turns away to use her phone.

"Oh, just a little deal I made with Bree so she wouldn't crash the PJ party." You sigh. "Bree is a lot of things, and shameless party animal is one of them."

"Oh... OH."

"I mean, I guess you could come along too, if you want. Not like she's that picky about guests."

"Uh, sure, I guess I'll go if you are..."

"Alright, done!" Bree grins. "The techs will ship a trainer striker down within the hour. Also, Anderson told me to pass a message to you."

"Really?" You blink. You were pretty sure you didn't screw anything up this time.

"He says there's this package addressed to you down in the mail room. Keeps setting off the damn metal detectors, but nobody wants to touch it because it's got a Colonel's personal signature on it."

Oh...OH. You have a suspicion on what it might be.

>Eh, it can wait. Let's get Red prepped for her flight.
>Better go get the package before some idiot quartermaster misplaces it.
>Other
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Rolled 6, 3, 6, 2, 5 = 22

>>29071567
>>Better go get the package before some idiot quartermaster misplaces it.
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>>29071567
>>Better go get the package before some idiot quartermaster misplaces it.
It's swordin' time!
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>>29071567
>>Better go get the package before some idiot quartermaster misplaces it.

we should invite Janice and Tarin... just so we're not true.... that and i personally thing that Janice'd make it more bearable.
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>>29071567
>>Better go get the package before some idiot quartermaster misplaces it.
Well, this will be fun.
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Rolled 5, 5, 2, 1, 6 = 19

>>29071618

Yea, everyone goes.

Just so we can see them wasted again
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>>29071567
>Better go get the package before some idiot quartermaster misplaces it.
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>>29071567
>Better go get the package before some idiot quartermaster misplaces it.
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>>29071567
>Better go get the package before some idiot quartermaster misplaces it.
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>>29071567
"Shoot, I'm really sorry to impose this on you Bree, but can you handle all the striker business? I really, REALLY need to handle this package thing!" You say.

"Yeah, don't sweat it, I have to do this kind of thing all the time!" Bree grins. "Don't worry, your cute little subordinate is in good hands!"

"Hey, who're you calling 'cute'?!" Red pouts.

You give a quick wave at them before you dash out of the room. As you exit the barracks, you try to look for a vehicle to flag down to drive you to the mail center when you become vaguely aware of something behind you.

"Oh, hey Tarin." You have to say, you're starting to get better at picking up when she's behind you.

"Sir." Tarin responds simply. "You seem to be in a hurry. I was just curious what you were doing."

>Tell her about Red's gift.
>Don't tell her.
>Other
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>>29071853
>Tell her about Red's gift.
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Rolled 1, 3, 2, 6, 3 = 15

>>29071853
>>Tell her about Red's gift.
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>>29071853
>>Tell her about Red's gift.
She likes blades, yeah? She'll understand. And, maybe if she's good, we can see if Cap's buddy can make her something.
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>>29071853
>Tell her about Red's gift.
"Wanna see my sword?"
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>>29071883
that could be a good idea
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>>29071853
>>Tell her about Red's gift.

Tarin is many things, a blabbermouth she is not.
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>>29071853
Well, you suppose it's only fair to tell Tarin about what you're up to. After all, the one who's being surprised here is Red.

"I'm actually on the way to the mail center to pick up a package. It's um, a sword for Red." You explain.

"Ah, I see." Tarin nods. "That's pretty cool, actually."

"You like swords?" You ask.

"Knives, actually, but it's pretty similar." Tarin shrugs. "So, do you need a ride, or something?"

"I guess, yeah."

"I got it." Tarin holds out a little keychain.

"Wait... are those humvee keys? Where did you get those?"

"You'd be surprised at what people just leave lying around." Tarin says simply and tosses them to you. She then points to a parked Hummvee. "Pretty sure it's for that over there."

"You haven't been taking any joyrides when we aren't looking, have you?" You narrow your eyes suspiciously.

"Even if I am, you have no way of proving that, sir." Tarin gives her signature cold stare.

Deciding to drop the subject, you get into the Hummvee and true to Tarin's word, the keys fit perfectly. With your own ride, you get to the mail center in no time, where you see a bunch of very tired looking logistics guys lounging around amid piles of letters and packages.

"Hey, I'm Captain Pierce. I was told there was a package here for me?" You ask.

"Oh yeah, you're that Colonel's buddy, aren't you?" One of the workers blinks in recognition. "Just a sec."

He darts into the back room and then brings out a long, thin package that was securely wrapped.

"Here, just take it, man. This thing is making all of us here uncomfortable." The worker says.

"Thanks." You give them a casual salute.

"So when are you going to give it to her?" Tarin asks as the both of you get back into the Hummvee.

>I'll give it to her after her flight.
>I'll give it to her during Bree's party.
>Other
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>>29072169
>I'll give it to her after her flight.
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>>29072169
>>I'll give it to her after her flight.
Was gonna vote to leave it on her bed for her but...eh.
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>>29072169
>I'll give it to her after her flight. Also ask if she wants anything?
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>>29072199
This
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>>29072169
>I'll give it to her after her flight.
>Ask if has anything she'd like us to get.
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>>29072169
>>I'll give it to her after her flight.
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>>29072169
>I'll give it to her after her flight.
>Ask if has anything she'd like us to get.

We're going to ask Janice the same thing right?
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>>29072335
Of course. Maybe some fancy underwear.
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>>29072258
This
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>>29072169
>I'll give it to her after her flight.
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>>29072169
>Deciding to drop the subject, you get into the Hummvee and true to Tarin's word, the keys fit perfectly. With your own ride, you get to the mail center in no time, where you see a bunch of very tired looking logistics guys lounging around amid piles of letters and packages.

> Give it to her after the flight.
Considering how she acted last night under the influence of alcohol, for the love of god don't hand her a katana while being shitfaced, booze and blades doesn't mix too good
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>>29072169
You decide to give the sword to Red after her flight. You're sure it'll make her super happy.

"You know Tarin, my friend also makes custom knives. If you want, I can ask him to make something for you. Anything, really."

Tarin is silent for a moment, but eventually shakes her head.

"Nah, I already got my Bowie and kukri. I think those are enough for now."

"Ah, well, I was just asking." You say.

"But thanks for offering." Tarin says, pulling her scarf up a bit higher to cover her lower face.

After a few more minutes of driving, you finally reach the practice range Bree had told you about. There didn't appear to be anybody there.

"Look up." Tarin says.

Following her directions, you stop the Humvee and look up to see two silhouettes in the sky. It looks like Bree also decided to suit in her strikers for a quick flight. Considering the fact they were getting larger, it was safe to assume they were on a landing approach. Upon landing, you can see Bree's striker techs help her and Red out of their strikers, which is when you and Tarin approach.

"Hey, sorry I missed your flight, Red, I really would've loved to see you fly." You apologize. "But I had something really important to take care of-"

"Gah!" You see Red blushing furiously. "W-w-w-what are you doing here?! Now of all times?!"

"What?" You blink and realize that Red was without her pants and in her underwear.

Huh. White.

Bree just bursts out laughing and Tarin just shakes her head.

>I'm really sorry Red, I didn't realize.
>I don't see the problem here.
>You look kinda cute, actually.
>Other
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>>29072600
>You look kinda cute, actually.
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>>29072600
>You look kinda cute, actually.

Yessss, fluster the Red.
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>>29072600
>>I'm really sorry Red, I didn't realize.
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>>29072600
>You look kinda cute, actually.
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>>29072600
>>I'm really sorry Red, I didn't realize.

Hah
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>>29072600
>Other
"There's this thing, called a skirt. I hear they can be useful in this sort of situation."
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>>29072600
>>You look kinda cute, actually.
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>>29072600
>>You look kinda cute, actually.
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>>29072600
>You look kinda cute, actually.

Oh Red.
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>>29072600
>>I'm really sorry Red, I didn't realize.
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>>29072600
>You look kinda cute, actually.
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>>29072600
>You look kinda cute, actually.

This is adorable.
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>>29072600
>You look kinda cute, actually.
Then make baby noises and then whip the sword out right before she punches us.
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>>29072600
>>I'm really sorry Red, I didn't realize.
... apparently Anon has forgotten that we are an officer of the United States Air Force.
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>>29072600
"You look kinda cute, actually." You grin. "Maybe you should walk around pantless more often!"

"I'm.... I'm... I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" Red wails as she starts pounding at your chest.

You, Bree, and her tech team just laugh at this spectacle, while even Tarin seems to be cracking a grin under that scarf of hers.

"Come on, I'm serious here Red," You laugh. "It's not that bad!"

"Whatever." Red grumbles as she quickly slips her pants back on. "Anyways, what was so important that you had to ditch me?"

"Jeez, you make it sound so harsh." You give her a mock frown. "Maybe I shouldn't have gone through the effort of giving you this ABSOLUTELY AWESOME present after all..."

"Wait, what?" Red's eyes shine for a second at the mention of a present. "What are you talking about?"

"Happy early birthday, Red." You grin as you hand her the package.

"What is this?" Red blinks.

"Open it up and you'll find out."

(cont)
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>>29073001
Red's familiar pops out as she uses her enhanced strength to rip the packaging apart to reveal a long box inside. She then carefully and almost reverently opens the box.

And inside is a honest to god katana. There's also a note attached to it, which you snatch up and read.

>Hey Will, I know I said this thing was going to take a while to make, but when I was working on it, you can say that I had this sudden burst inspiration, so I got it done in record time! It's not quite a genuine Japanese katana, since I didn't use original materials. None of that brittle ass shit, I forged this baby out of stronger stuff. A bit of a secret recipe of mine. It's a lot harder and it'll keep its edge better. Hope you like it!

>-Charlie

"OHMYGODIFUCKINGLOVEIT." Red squeals. She then stands up on her tiptoes and kisses you on the cheek. "THANKYOU!"

"Hah, it's nothing!" You laugh.

"Hey Bree, mind if I test it out on some of targets here?" Red asks.

"Sure, why not." Your sister grins. "I kinda want to see it in action myself.

>Stick around and see how that sword performs.
>Actually, you got something else to do... [specify]
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>>29073017
>[x]Stick around and see how that sword performs.
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>>29073017
>Stick around and see how that sword performs.
>Make sure Tarin is on hand to keep her from hurting herself.
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>>29073017
>Stick around

SWORD? SWORD.
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>>29073017
>>Stick around and see how that sword performs.
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>>29073017
>>Stick around and see how that sword performs.
must sword
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>>29073017
>>Stick around and see how that sword performs.
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>>29073017
>>Stick around and see how that sword performs.
Why is this even a question?
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>>29073017
You, Tarin, and Bree stick around to watch Red practice with her new sword. Of course, she channels a bit of her magic into it to give the blade a bit more of a punch. Nothing seems to be able to withstand a swipe from it unscathed. A few cuts here and there, and trees are falling over and rocks getting cleaved in half. Hell, she even makes a practice cut on a wrecked Patton tank and you can see the blade make a serious cut into its thick armor.

"Wow, that sword really is something." Bree whistles. "I assume you got Charlie to make that thing?"

"Yep." You nod, equally awed.

"Figures. He was always pretty good at making this sort of stuff.

Red makes another cut at the Patton, slicing the barrel off and then yelping in surprise as she is forced to back away to keep from getting hit by the falling barrel piece.

"....looks like she still needs a bit of practice on that." Bree says.

"Yeah." You nod.

"I guess I can help her out with that." Tarin says.

"Thanks, Tarin." You say.

"Yeah, I don't really want to see her accidentally cutting herself up." Tarin says. "It's not fun."

"Aw jeez, look at the time." Bree frowns as she checks her watch. "Better start heading back to the barracks, because it's PARTY TIME."

>Can't I just stay out here a little longer?
>Fiiiiine. Let's go.
>Other
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>>29073399
>Fiiiiine. Let's go.
Red is drinking water. We need her to protect us.
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>>29073399
Charlie confirmed for blacksmith gnome?

>>Fiiiiine. Let's go.
Acquire Red, confiscate sword before she drinks anything.
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>>29073399
>>Fiiiiine. Let's go.
Invite Tarin over
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>>29073399
>Fiiiiine. Let's go.

>Ask tarin to come along
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>>29073399
>>Fiiiiine. Let's go.
>>could I try inviting my witches?

Please merc don't make this as character cluttered as SW89.
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>>29073399
>Fiiiiine. Let's go.

Ask Tarin to join the party
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>>29073399
>Fiiiiine. Let's go.
>Drag Tarin over
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>>29073399
"Fiiiiine, let's go." You sigh. "My witches are allowed to come too, right?"

"I don't see any reason why hey can't." Bree laughs. "Need wingmates to watch your six?"

"You bet your ass I do."

"Smart move, little bro." Bree grins.

"Red! Come on! We're headed back to the barracks!" You yell.

"Yeah, coming!" Red says as she carefully sheathes her sword and runs back to you. "Oh man, I'm gonna be up all night trying to think up of cool one liners when I use this thing..."

"Not until you get lessons from Tarin."

"What, really?!" Red pouts.

"Yes, really. Don't want you slicing your own arms off or something." You shake your head.

----

Well, the party wasn't as bad as you thought it would be. In fact, it was honestly less of a full blown party and more like a sleepover. Then again, considering most of Bree's squadron consisted of teenagers, you probably shouldn't be surprised. Unfortunately, that just meant you were stuck in a room full of half-naked teenage girls with undoubtedly raging hormones. Luckily, you had Red, Tarin, and Janice on hand to keep them from getting too touchy feely with you.

"I feel so out of place here." You sigh, dodging a wildly thrown pillow.

"I feel the same way." Tarin nods in agreement likewise dodging pillows getting thrown or swung her way.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm sure you'll get used to it." Janice smiles. Strangely enough, none of the girls seemed to dare try and attack her.

"I don't see the problem either." Red says as she slams a pillow into El's face, knocking her over. "This is actually pretty fun!"

"I'm sure it is, Red." You sigh when suddenly you feel a pillow plow into the back of your skull.

"Haha, gotcha!" Bree cackles.

>Just ignore her.
>Retaliate!
>Other
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>>29073667
>Retaliate!
the great pillow war of are age has begun
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>>29073667
>>Retaliate!

>Sneak attack on Janice or Tarin
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>>29073667
>>Retaliate!
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>>29073667
>Sing Halloween songs
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>>29073667
>>Retaliate!

No one will so go after Janice!
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>>29073667
[x] BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD
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>>29073667
>Try to Hit Janice or Tarin
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>>29073667
>Drag Tarin and Janice

They need to interact
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>>29073667
>>Retaliate!

Except Janice, I get the feeling hitting her might bring out the bear in mama bear.
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>>29073667
>Attack Tarin and Janice
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>>29073667
>>Retaliate!
>>Other

Get Janice.

Tarin is off limits since she hasn't declared the loser of the last poker match.
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>>29073782
What happens to the loser?
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>>29073794

Wash the pave hawk by their lonesome.
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>>29073667
>Retaliate

It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark
Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart
You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it
You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes,
You're paralyzed
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>>29073667
>Pretend to go after Bree but aim at Janice and Tarin
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>>29073667
Thinking quickly, you grab a nearby pillow and swing it at Bree, but she's too quick and backs up to a safe distance.

"Oh, it looks like you're finally enjoying yourself!" Bree coos. "Come on then, come at me, little bro!"

Well, you COULD go after Bree, but that was boring. Why do that when you could ambush either Janice or Tarin instead?

>Attack Janice
>Attack Tarin
>Other
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>>29073866
>>Attack Tarin
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>>29073866
>>Attack Tarin
This will end well.
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>>29073866
>>Other
> Acquire witches, set them on Bree
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>>29073866
>BOTH
I am the fluff of my pillow.
Pillowcase's are my body and feathers are my blood.
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>>29073866
>Attack Tarin
Ambush!
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>>29073866
>>29073888
>>29073887
These, let's do these
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>>29073866
>>Attack Janice
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>>29073866
>>Other

BOTH.

GET THEM ALL
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>>29073913
>Acquire Witches
>Attack Bree
>Command? > Use 'Song'
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>>29073866
>>Attack Janice
>>Attack Tarin
>>Other

Fairs fair
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>>29073866
>>Attack Janice
>>Attack Tarin
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>>29073818
Supposedly, as the main guy told the guy suggesting it to knock it off.

>>29073866
>>Attack Tarin

Better to attack the known thread than the unknown.
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>>29073866
>>Attack Janice
>>Attack Tarin

Do em all
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You decide to try for a sneak attack against Tarin. Unfortunately, and you're not sure how, but Tarin manages to dodge your surprise attack as if she already knew it was going to happen. She then shoots you a cold look before walloping you with her own pillow and sending you falling flat on your back.

"Big mistake, trying to ambush the ambusher." Tarin says coolly as she stands over you. "I saw it coming a mile away."

"Huh, it seemed like such a good idea in my head." You frown.

"Alright girls, I think that's enough pillow fighting!" Bree claps her hands to get everybody's attention. "Hey! I know! How about some TRUTH OR DARE!"

"YES!" Everybody cheers.

Aw balls. Truth or dare was always such an unpredictable game. Fortunately for you, the girls seem to be solely focused on settling past scores or grudges, and they're too busy targeting each other than you or your own witches, much to your relief.

Until it goes to Bree's turn.

Oh, you now how this is going to end.

"So, little bro." Bree grins evilly. "Truth or dare?"

>Truth
>Dare
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>>29074000
>>Truth
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>>29074000
>>Dare
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>>29074000
>>Dare
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>>29074000
>>Dare
WHAT'S THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN?
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>>29074000
I feel the truth will be more destructive so

>Dare
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>>29074000
>>Truth
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>>29074000
"Dare." You say.

"OKAY!" Bree grins. "I dare you... to kiss one of your witches!"

"W-what!?" You blink.

"YOU HEARD ME."

You glance at Red, Janice and Tarin. Oh god, this was going to be awkward.

Well, if there was any consolation Bree failed to mentioned WHERE to kiss them...

Or you could belay the choice to another player, but there was no guarantee their dare would be any better...

>Red
>Janice
>Tarin
>Belay!
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>>29074117
>Red
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>>29074117
>>Janice
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>>29074117
>Janice
On the hand.
WE FULL GENTLEMAN NOW
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>>29074117
Merc you're just loving this aren't you?

>Janice
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>>29074117
>>Tarin
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>>29074117
>>Red
Pants witch is best witch.
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>>29074133
Oh that's good. She didn't say where.
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>>29074117
>Red
on the hand or cheek
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>>29074117
>>Tarin

Going against the wave but there is hope!
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>>29074117
>Red
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>>29074117
>>Red
kiss dat cheek
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>>29074117
>Tarin

I want to see flustered kuudere witch
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>>29074133
I'll second that. Though we'll be called a cheater... Even though she forgot to say where to kiss said witch~
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>>29074117
>Janice
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>>29074117
>Either Janice on the cheek, or Red on the forehead
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>>29074117
>Tarin
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>>29074117
>Red
on the forehead
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>>29074117
>Janice
Hand/cheek whatever.
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>>29074117
>>Janice

On the hand like a gentleman
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>>29074117
>>Tarin
Let's tease her
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>>29074133
This. Also no fluster blushing shit, a true gentleman does not stutter.
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>>29074117
>Red
kiss her on the cheek then ruffle her hair
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>Janice
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>>29074117
>>Janice
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>>29074117
>Tarin?
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>>29074117
>>Red
ruffle hair afterwords
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>>29074133

THIS
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>>29074117
>Red

after much agonizing

goddomot merc
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>>29074117
>Tarin
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>>29074117
>>Janice\

hand pls
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>>29074188
>>29074202
ruffle all the hair
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>Janice
Make it a peck on the hand and quickly turn this around on Bree before she can call bullshit on it.
Also X-Mas day woo~
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>>29074117
>Red

On the vagina plz
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>>29074117
>>Tarin
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>>29074117
>Tarin
On the hand, confuse the predator
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>>29074231
Okay I'm closing voting so I can actually count them up.
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>>29074245

Merc you did this

I hope you're happy
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>>29074222
The original redhaired story stealer.
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>>29074117
Okay, if she wanted to play things that way...

You step towards Janice, who looks at you a bit confused before you take her hand kiss it like a gentleman. All of the girls around you ooh and ah, and you can see Janice's face flush red as she tries to maintain her composure.

"Awwwww, you didn't do it on the lips!" Bree frowns.

"Hey, your fault. You didn't specify WHERE to kiss her!" You grin smugly.

"Damnit!"

"Are you okay there, Janice?" You ask. She still looks a bit flustered.

"Ah... y-yes, I just need some air..." Janice says.

Well, now it was YOUR turn to pick someone...

>Bree
>Red
>Tarin
>Janice
>Other
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>>29074286
Indeed.
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>>29074289
>>Bree
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>>29074289
>>Tarin

Seems like a safe choice
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>>29074289
>Red
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>>29074289
>Tarin

This could be fun...
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>>29074289
>Bree
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>>29074289
>Tarin
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>>29074289
This is surprising considering how she handles gentlemen, this should be normal?

>Tarin
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>>29074289
>Tarin Kowt
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>>29074329
It means we get her a bit wetter in the panties than she's going to admit.
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>>29074289
"Okay, Tarin, truth or dare?" You ask her.

"Dare." Tarin says flatly.

>What do you dare her to do? Remember to keep it family friendly!
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>>29074351
Masturbate
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>>29074351
dare her to show us her moves and afterwords give her the finger guns and say your pretty good
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>>29074351
Smile or laugh
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>>29074369

This.
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>>29074351
>>29074369
This and if she does it well compliment her on it
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>>29074369
Ha. Do it.

Also have another witch.
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Tell a joke
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>>29074369

I approve.
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>>29074369

Sounds good enough
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>>29074351
>>29074369
[x] "Show us your smile."
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>>29074351
Try to smile
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>>29074351
That picture makes it very hard to think of family friendly thoughts.

But yeah. Smile
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>>29074351
Make sure she doesn't cover it up either
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>>29074351
"Tarin, I dare you to SMILE." You grin.

Tarin visibly recoils, and you know that she totally wasn't expecting something like this.

"D-do I have to?" She asks weakly.

"Yes, otherwise there's no point to this game." You say.

"Belay." She says almost too quickly.

"Fine. Red, you're up."

"Tarin, I dare you to smile!" Red says.

"...there has to be a rule against that." Tarin mutters.

"Not under this roof!" Bree grins.

"I swear you're all plotting against me." Tarin grumbles.

"Quite being a spoilsport and do it!" You say.

"Come on, Tarin, it's not so difficult!" Janice says encouragingly.

"Um... like this?" Tarin says as she tries to screw her face into something that sort of resembles a smile.

"Denied." You say flatly. "That's nothing like a regular smile.

"Mmmmmm, I'm not sure how." Tarin sighs.

"Oh, don't be silly!" Janice tuts. "Just think of something you really, REALLY like. That's bound to make you smile!"

"Okay... just give me a second here." Tarin takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. You can see her enter into some sort of trance-like state and you see her normally stoic expression slowly soften up into a genuinely happy, almost ecstatic expression.

"Damn, I didn't think that was possible." You blink.

"You've truly unleashed something terrifying upon this world." Red gapes.

Suddenly, Tarin snaps out of her trance and she returns to her old, stoic self, though her face is a little redder and she pulls her scarf up higher to hide it.

"Am I done?"

"Y-yeah." You nod.

(cont)
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>>29074557
Finally, the girls tire of playing truth or dare, which leads to the final even of the night.

"MOVIE TIME!" Bree yells. "Gather round, and see which one you want to watch!"

You glance down at the tapes available.

>CONAN THE BARBARIAN
>THE TERMINATOR
>COMMANDO
>PREDATOR
>THE RUNNING MAN

"I'm noticing something of a theme here..."

"Hey, we're in Germany." Bree shrugs. "Come on, let's choose one! Hurry up!"

>Which movie will you watch?
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>>29072169
>humvee keys
No one payed attention to this?
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>>29074580
>>PREDATOR

GET TO DA CHOPPER
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>>29074580
>PREDATOR

The only movie that I know
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>PREDATOR

The Squids aren't that advanced, but hey, aliens are aliens.
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>>29074580
>>COMMANDO
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>>29074580
Oh those are all good/corny-as-fuck movies...

Either;
>CONAN THE BARBARIAN
Because /tg/ or;
>PREDATOR
Fun stuff.
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>>29074580
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qlicWUDf5MM
>Predator
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>>29074580
>>CONAN THE BARBARIAN
the soundtrack is really good
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>>29074557
Tarin just warmed up my heart a bit, I want to know what she thought of.
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>>29074605
>>29074614

It's not for the soundtrack, its for the witches to admiring them shiny pecs.
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>>29074580
>CONAN THE BARBARIAN

sowrds and stuff!
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>>29074580
Can we do a double feature of Conan and Predator?
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>>29074580
Okay Merc, you win, I can't stay up anymore.

Have one more witch on my way out.

Merry Christmas everyone!
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Happier times with her granddad.
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>>29074580
"Well, I DO remember Conan and Predator pretty fondly." You say.

"I KNOW! Conan's gorgeous pecs are just... SO SEXY!" Bree nods. "And... haha, I just realized that Predator is basically all about Tarin."

"Shit, you're right!" You laugh. "It does make a creepy amount of sense!"

"Okay, so Conan and Predator it is!" Bree grins.

And that was how you ended up watching an Anrold Schwarzenneger double feature that night. As the girls were watching Conan, they were totally getting pumped up, though you mostly figure it's less the bloody and violent smackdowns Conan was dishing out and more his big bulging muscles that were pretty much exposed throughout the entire movie. Even your own witches had trouble keeping themselves from staring. Such was the power of Arnold's pecs.

Predator was a different matter, though, since the girls all kept squealing in terror every time the titular alien showed (or didn't show) up to pick off another member of Arnold's squad. Nobody fully relaxed until the credits finally rolled.

"That was a cool movie." Tarin said. "Shame the Predator lost, though. Why are you laughing, sir?"

>And that's it for tonight! WHOOO, that was a long one! Next PJ Witches will probably be this Friday. HOWEVER, I'd also like to announce that Wednesday evening I'll be posting the first part of a totally brand new quest I've been working on! Be sure to keep an eye for it!
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Thanks for running tonight/morning. Have a good one, man.
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>>29074751
Fun run once again, Merc. Get some sleep. Merry Christmas!
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>>29074751
>Shame the Predator lost
Yeah, just like Godzilla. The bad one, I mean. With KENT BROCKMAN in it.
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>>29074751

thanks for running.
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>>29074828
We're pretty much at the edge of what I've written up to now, gonna have to step up my game.

-

Delivering her report to the intel shack had turned into the second interrogation Holly had experienced within the last 24 hours, though she actually preferred the spooks to Chris' badgering over Will. Apparently, Holly and Chris had not been the only ones to get bounced by a highly aggressive night witch over the last two weeks. Nobody had information on where they were being based out of, but the smart money was on the flying Soviet carrier, which of course was regularly evading the best efforts of the Air Force and the Navy to find and kill it.

Much earlier in the morning, an AWACS witch from the 1st Witch Wing barely survived an encounter with a night witch that matched Holly's description almost to the letter. That surprised her, even scared her. Any AWACS element, be it a witch or a manned aircraft, was one of the most guarded elements that the USAF or the Navy could put in the air, with at least one flight of witches or steelwings holding position close enough to the AWACS for protection, rotated out as necessary.

What this implied was that the Soviet managed to sneak her way past the AWACS witch's magical 'radar', as well as the radars of the steelwings that had been on guard, and at least a half-dozen ground stations, only being detected once her attack actually began. On a personal level, this concerned Holly greatly, as it meant that her familiar-enhanced senses hadn't been able to give her more advanced warning of the attack.

Rumors were flying about the dogfight, much of it already exaggerated among the girls in the 3rd Wing. Holly was pretty sure Chris wasn't dual wielding M249s at the time of the ambush. Holly was also certain that she didn't catch the ballistic knife with her teeth before spitting it back at the Russian, who reportedly caught the blade, thanked the Americans, and fled into the clouds.
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'Oh right, some of my girls should be in high school...I guess I can let 'em have their fun. We're all young once, right?'

She'd have to hold a quick pow-wow with her flight leads, using herself as a fairly embarrassing example of what could happen without proper rest. If Ivan wanted to put it's best night witches as far into US-held air space to mix it up, chances were that something big was about to go down.

The fear that had been built up by Georgette was making itself felt even now. She didn't think of herself as the best combat flier in the whole wing, but she could keep up with some of the more dangerous women in her command. The night witch had been nothing like any of them.

'If she'd jumped someone else, they might have-'

She couldn't even complete that thought.

'No no no, I'm worrying way too much. Just have that briefing, make sure that everyone understands what they need to understand about this threat. Do what you always do, the girls have taken care of themselves up 'til now because you've stayed on top of stuff like this, and they've paid attention.' Holly started walking faster, not necessarily looking where she was going, coming up with checklists for what needed to be communicated. She also needed to decide on what to do about what she did know about Frank Bishop. Chris obviously hadn't forgotten to ask her about the phone call; she knew that Holly was bothered by it, and that meant it was best to give her some space.

She rounded the corner of her hangar, feeling something soft press against her chest and-

*Thwok*

She'd walked headlong into something, falling ungracefully to her rump. For a moment it hadn't even registered that she'd run into a person, much less another witch.

"Hey, Air Farce, why don't you- Colonel MacLeod!" Commander Kazanski brushed herself off before helping Holly up from the ground.
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>>29075008
"Air farce?" Holly asked, hoping she didn't look as dazed by the knock to the head as she felt.

"Best I could come up with. I'm sure I could find something worse to say if you gave me a minute." Icelady had a point. "Eh-heh, I guess we both don't watch where we're going when we're worried, huh?"

"Y-yeah."

"I was looking for you, actually." Kazanski looked apologetic. "I'd heard about you getting bounced, and got a little worried. Good to see you're still in the fight, Colonel."

"I know, I did promise you something, didn't I?"

"I know it's not been very long, but now that I have you here, I wanna ask." Kazanski took a nervous look around her. "Did you find out anything?"

"Ah..." Holly turned away from the navy witch.

'I can't stay silent on this, can I? I promised Commander Kazanski I'd tell her everything I'd learned, but I promised Georgette to stay quiet, but Kazanski is here now. She can keep a secret, she's a witch just like you and she's a officer in the US Navy, and squids take that as seriously as us zoomies do. I owe her, I really do! But I can't just go back on my word to Georgette Mackintosh...'

"Anything at all..." Kazanski said. "Doesn't matter how bad it sounds, I said that, remember?"

"I'm really sorry. I-" Perhaps by focusing intently on a pebble on the ground Kazanski wouldn't be able to see through the lie she was about to hear.

"No way..." Kazanski looked like she was about to fall to her knees, bracing herself against the hangar wall, entirely misinterpreting Holly's hesitation. "I said- I said I wanted to hear the truth, I know I said that but I don't wanna believe-"

"Nonononononono!" Holly yammered. "It's not like that at all!"

"Hah...hahaha... God, okay, m-maybe I should let you finish before I freak out." Relief washed across Kazanski's face. She actually sniffled, blinking tears away from the corners of her eyes.
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"I...haven't found anything yet. I'm real sorry Kazanski, I'll keep looking."

Holly didn't hear the younger girl thank her before they parted ways, returning her salute distractedly. Instead, she thought about a nickname some old 'friends' from the academy had thought up for her four years ago.

'Bitchtits is pretty appropriate, huh.'

-

"I can't believe you actually didn't tell her anything," Chris said, disappointment thick in her voice.

"Neither can I," Holly groaned, shutting the door behind her as she returned to her office. "All that talk of making things right between myself and Spellcaster, out the window." She buried her face in a palm and sighed shakily. "I even considered doing so, almost did, I should have, but I just couldn't."

"Who even told you to DO something so-"

"Admiral Nixon and Georgette Mackintosh." To that, Chris made some sort of gasping, coughing sound. "I didn't believe it at first either!" Holly wailed. "I mean, she's...she's a hero to me! To my whole family really..."

"You got to talk to Georgette Mackintosh? AND Admiral Nixon?! For freaking REAL?!"

"Y-yeah... Well, just Georgette, but-"

"Holy SHIT!" Chris squealed, rushing across the office to pick Holly up out of chair, spinning around once before setting her down. "That's SO AWESOME! Gawd, that book of letters gets around the barracks! Y'know even RICHARDS read through it!?"

"Yeah..." Holly sniffled. "We talked alright."

"Even I could learn a thing or two on how to woo that special someone...and you definitely need all the help you can-" It was now that Chris noticed that Holly was nowhere near as happy to discuss this as she was. "H-hey now, what's with that face?"

"Bishop is in such bad shape, Mackintosh said she might not be able to save him. That's why she suggested not to mention anything to Spellcaster."
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>>29075045
"They at least ought to know-"

"No they don't! The last thing they need to know is that their pilot could die any day now!" Holly hissed. "I know I'm a lot of things, not all of them good. If it makes me the bad guy to try and keep their minds off of that and concentrate on surviving, then THAT is what I'll be." Pushing away from Chris, Holly fell back into her chair, laughing bitterly. "I am Bitchtits, after all."

"Come on now, that-"

"I'm told I'm anti-fun, that I worry too much, and everyone knows that I just don't flex much when it comes to how I run the Wing. How many parties have I broken up?" Holly was ticking off each point with her fingers. "How many witches have I stopped from sneaking into men's barracks? Pilots I've stopped from climbing in through our windows?"

"Holly-"

"...How many pilots have I kicked in the pills?" Holly asked sheepishly.

"That was funny and not at all wrong," Chris chuckled at the memory. "He was an asshole anyway. The ONE TIME you had advice for me about a man, gawd." She leaned in closer to Holly, pinning her down in the seat by her shoulders. "Why don't you just tell me what she said to you, hmm?"

"I-it was a stupid conversation," Holly started, trying unsuccessfully to push herself and the seat away from Chris. "It's really not worth you worrying about. Wh-why don't you just go ahead and round up the troops, since I've got a lot of infor-"

"We're not going anywhere until you give me an answer." Chris spoke softly. "I'm your best friend and your second in command. Talk to me."

"She said I'm inflexible as a commander because I'm afraid of losing people."

"That's..." Chris blinked. "That's it?"

"Th-that's it?" Holly sputtered. "Do you think I'm freaking out over nothing?"

"We're all afraid of losing people. How do you think I felt when you got ambushed last night? When you fell out of the strikers? I know we're not just assets to you, and you're definitely not just a serial number to me!"
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>>29075059
"Chris, I look up to this woman! I grew up wanting to BE her! Her telling me that I'm a danger to my own command? Telling me I could lose people because my fears have influenced my decisions?" Tears began to form at the corners of Holly's eyes. "I'm second guessing everything about myself because of her!"

"The closest anyone has been to actually being killed under your command was yesterday," Chris said heatedly, "and it was you!"

"It could have been another witch, another patrol-" Holly began to say.

"If it had been," Chris interrupted, "there would have been nothing you could have done about it, nothing but your very best!"

"I KNOW THAT!" Holly shouted back. "I know I can't stop every bullet, missile, bomb or knife thrown at us, but I can control who is and isn't in my wing, and I'm not doing it to endanger you or anyone else, I've never considered it like that!"

"I know that," Chris spoke firmly. "I. Believe. In you."

"I thought she was calling me a coward, and after talking with Kazanski today I started thinking she was right." Holly's voice had begun to waver, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. "R-remember how I tried to get Bishop reassigned? If I'd done that, th-think of all the CAS witches who wouldn't be here right now b-because I let my fears dictate-" Chris interrupted her with a slender finger to her lips.

"Stop kicking yourself over the could-haves," Chris snapped. "It didn't happen."

"Because we were lucky that I've been wrong! Lucky that nobody listens to me when it comes to this!" Holly cried, batting Chris' hand aside. "The very example of everything I dislike about mixed units did something I couldn't even begin to hope to do myself! I would have failed all of those steelwings and all of those witches!"

"MacLeod, you have got to stop believing that everything YOU say or do is the absolute deciding factor on who lives or dies!"

"I DON'T BELIEVE THAT FOR A SECOND!"

"Then why are you acting like you do?"
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>>29075072
"I'm the Wing Commander," Holly barely managed to choke out. "Even if I can't-" She pulled Wilkins' poncho tighter against herself, rocking back and forth in her chair. "Even if I can't move mountains, I have to try, don't I?" Teardrops spattered quietly against the poncho, rolling down towards her thighs.

The shouting match had come to an abrupt end. Holly sobbed once more, hands balling into fists at her side, shaking her head as if in denial that she was actually weeping in front of her friend.

"So maybe," Chris started softly, "there is merit to mixed units you've been ignoring up until now. So it wasn't the best idea to lie to Kazanski, maybe you did it because you were afraid of pissing off your hero or whatever she is." Chris lifted Holly's head up by the chin forcing her to make the eye contact she was trying to avoid. "You're kidding yourself if you think you're a coward for not commanding a mixed unit. You'd be the bravest one I know at any rate, and I bet Georgette Mackintosh doesn't think you're one. You took on Flanker C's for me, remember?"

"Y-Yeah..."

"I would not be here right now if, Colonel Holly 'Eagle' MacLeod was a coward."

"Chris, I-" Holly tried reaching for a kleenex to dry her cheeks with, instead accidentally knocking the box off her desk. She tried to reach for it, but settled on kicking it further away from her and looking up into the fluorescent lights on the ceiling. "Goddamnit. Just...goddamnit." She sucked in another breath, trying to fight the inevitable.

"Do...you want me to leave?" Chris asked, already taking a hesitant step back towards the office door.

"I'll manage," Holly sobbed, "a lot better if you stay here right now."

Finally, and mercifully, the dam had burst open.

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"I'm supposed to be better than this." Holly said quietly, face still buried in her palms. Chris was leaning against the desk in front of her, acting as a shield, so that no-one who might have actually been able to look into the office from the door would have been able to see the Colonel breaking down as she had. "Almost half of my life preparing for a war like this one, and here I am."

"There's no rule that says you can't be human to be a good commanding officer, Holly."

"I don't know, I just-" Holly threw up her arms in defeat. "Everything I've ever read, everything I've ever been taught, suggests that I've got to bottle it all up, that I shouldn't come crying to the nearest shoulder I can find just because I'm upset. I set the example. I'm the backbone. If everyone knows that I'm-"

"To give you an idea of just how bad you are at hiding when something is bothering you, a certain Tech Sergeant came looking for you this morning." Chris grinned at Holly. "And not for his poncho, either."

"Men aren't allowed in-" Holly started, her characteristic anger flashing in her eyes for a moment before it was replaced by genuine confusion. "But why would he- Wait. Chrriiiiisssssss, what are you implying-"

"You're worrying him." Chris crossed her arms.

"...he doesn't need to worry about me," Holly mumbled, seeming to shrink in her seat.

"He asked if you were doing better. Said that he'd never seen you look the way you did yesterday. His crew has been attached to our wing for over a year, so that's saying something." Chris knelt closer to Holly. "He's not the only one, either. Raker thought her food made you sick yesterday. While you were chatting with Wilkins in the hangar, I had half the witches in the whole Wing asking if you were hurt."
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>>29075112
"R-really?"

"Do you even have to ask?" The blonde shook her head in disbelief. "Speaking of worried folks, have you even called home since this all started?"

"Not really..." Holly said guiltily. "I haven't had the time-"

"Jeeeeeez, Holly." Chris groaned, ruffling Holly's hair and causing the redhead to squirm in her seat. "Do that, as soon as you can."

"But-"

"You can't leave them hanging like this!" Chris insisted.

"Alright, I'll try."

"You WILL. They're at the top of a long list of people wondering how the Colonel has been holding up since the shooting started."

"A long list, huh?" She managed to work up a smile at that.

"Longer than you'd believe," Chris returned the smile, and then tapped her wristwatch. "Twenty minutes until our girls out on patrol get back. What do you want to do, ma'am? You mentioned something about rounding up the wing earlier..."

"A briefing, yeah. Get everyone in the barracks to the hangar, send runners for the people who are out at the moment." Holly wiped her face vigorously with a handkerchief, suddenly very glad that she never bothered with make-up like some of the other girls did. "We'll grab our returning patrol witches and pull 'em into the briefing too. I want to make sure people are ready to deal with these Academy sparkles the reds are sending our way."
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"Sounds like a plan." Chris began to stretch her legs, preparing for the coming run she was going to have to do. "Will you be okay?"

"Yeah," Holly nodded. "Yeah, I'll be okay."

"Alright, see you there." Chris fired a light punch at Holly's shoulder before sprinting out of the office. For the next few minutes, Holly could hear her XO stomping through the corridors of the barracks, shouting for everyone to get their asses to the hangar for an important briefing.

After a few minutes in front of a mirror, Holly looked the part of Wing Commander once more, even if she still didn't entirely feel it. She hesitated at her office door, took another deep breath, and she briskly marched out of the office.

A minute later she came running back to retrieve her cowboy hat, securing it firmly atop her head before sprinting back to the hangar.

-

And there it is for the night. Merry Christmas to anyone still awake and reading, and to anyone reading in the archives! Should have more hopefully by next week.
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>>29075140
woo, just got home from xmas dinner and found the thread, good run as always Merc, and Hornet, keep those feels coming, your doing a damn good job
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... what's Chris' surname, anyway?
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>>29075324

Chris Bitchtits
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>>29075343
Ura Faget
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>>29075324
I'll mention it soon (I'm still trying to decide myself). It's nothing special, no connection to anyone important in SWQ lore. Holly just never really refers to Chris by her surname unless she's particularly angry.
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>>29075385
I just wanted to know due to a certain lewd simulator thing that gets posted on /a/ every once in a while.
http://en.inkei.net
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>>29075400
Regardless of what her name is; Merlin still has the biggest penis.
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>>29075428
The site has an affinity checker now.
OTP
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>>29075385
something that is important

http://en.inkei.net/vagina/a/Wilkins!Bitchtits


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