The darkness in between the street lamps swaddles you like a mother swaddles her child. Vera said the place is just a few minutes from here, but the neighborhood looks positively awful and you worry she gave you the wrong address.The sounds behind you increase in volume. Your stalker is getting closer, you note, your hand absently sliding down to your waist, hooking into the side of your jeans, thumb wrapping around your knife. He moves, close, now, into melee range, and his hand snaps out for your purse. In accordance with countless hours of training, you pivot in place, one hand gripping your knife, using the force of your turn to slash out at him. You cut a gash into his upper arm, cutting right through his shirt, and he hesitates just a moment before running, abandoning his robbery completely.You let out an amused sigh. You'd been preparing mentally for any number of different scenarios, and it turns out that the guy was just a cowardly purse snatcher. You turn back around, absently wiping blood from the knife with a tissue. By the amount, the cut shouldn't do anything other than make him reconsider his current line of work. You slide your knife back into its sheath once it's clean.A quick glance shows blood on your glove, red splotches staining the white fabric. You take it off and put it in your jacket pocket - you don't want to make a bad impression. You increase your pace a little so as to avoid being late."Jane!" Vera smiles when she sees you, waving. "What's up, girl?""Not much," you say, pulling off your other glove to make your hands match. "Has Kevin arrived yet?""Nah, just you and me, right now." Vera waves her hand dismissively. "Don't know what you see in that guy, anyway. He's a doofus burnout.">Good. That means we won't be in competition for him.>He's more intelligent than he lets on.>He's cute.>Write-in.Twitter: https://twitter.com/72oOCCJ1
>>36781754>He's cute.>He's more intelligent than he lets on.
>>36781754>Good. That means we won't be in competition for him.
>>36781754>He's more intelligent than he lets on.
Aww yeah, I've been waiting for the next one after Teacher's Pet Quest.>>36781754>Write-inPlayfully tell her "When did you become my relationship councillor?"
>>36781754>He's cute.>Write-in"All the better if we're not in competition for him, right?"
"He's smarter than he lets on," you say, looking around, your breath fogging in the air."You're not the most objective observer.""What do you mean by that?" You smile a little, even as the cold brushes against your cheeks."I'm just saying. When you think a boy is cute, you can imagine all kinds of silly things about him that aren't true." Vera smirks, putting her hand on your shoulder and giving you a conspiratorial wink."Well..." You trail off, your cheeks warming with a sudden flush of blood. "He is cute." You look out over the streets, your eyes piercing through the darkness quite well. "I don't see anyone. Can we go inside where it's warmer?""Tch," Vera says, "you're such a baby." Her own lips are turning a little blue from the cold and her teeth chatter, despite her words. "Sure, sure, we'll go in." She turns, and the two of you enter the restaurant.The restaurant's the kind where your meal will probably put you back a tenner or so, which is perfectly within your stipend and budgeting's tolerances. You're pleased to be inside, at least, where it's a bit warmer, even if you don't much care for the odd decor. Vera strolls up to the host, leaning forward and flirting a bit before asking for a table for six. She strolls back to you, restaurant pager in hand, and leans against the wall next to you while the two of you wait for the rest of your group to arrive.Kevin's the last to arrive, which left you feeling oddly anxious that he wasn't going to show up. Robert's a no-show, which brings your group down to five: you, Vera, Kevin, Liam, and Charlene. Almost immediately after Vera introduces you and Kevin - as though you hadn't been staring at the back of his head in every one of your shared classes - your group gets seated.>Don't let on how interested you are, get a feel for Kevin in a casual social context first.>Flirt it up with him, hard. It's one of the things you were trained to do, after all.>Just be friendly with him.>Write-in.
>>36782242>Flirt it up with him, hard. It's one of the things you were trained to do, after all.
>>36782242>Just be friendly with him.
>>36782242>Flirt it up with him, hard. It's one of the things you were trained to do, after all.Don't let that expensive training go to waste.
>>36782242> Flirt it up
>>36782242>>>Just be friendly with him.
>>36782242>>Just be friendly with him.
>>36782279>>36782325>>36782350>>36782386Is it still beta if a girl does it?
>>36782419We're not a shameless slut.Also shy girls are cuter.
>>36782446I prefer the kind of girl that doesn't play games and isn't afraid to show she's interested. There's a difference between interest and being a slut.
>>36782446>being assertive makes you a slut
>>36782401I hadn't quite picked up that this choice to be friendly would be auto-friendzoning him, so I switch my vote to flirt.
>>36782506Too late.The titles don't accurately represent the choice.
A part of you considers putting the skills you learned back during training to use on Kevin. Get close, compliment, laugh, flirt, touch... but a bigger part of you feels uncomfortable with the idea of using those talents on Kevin. They feel like things you use on targets not on... well, anything you want to be with Kevin.Instead, you draw on a limited well of social experience outside the context of being trained to murder people. Fortunately, Vera made sure to seat you so that it was natural for you to talk to Kevin. "What do you normally do for fun, Kevin?"Kevin smiles a little, looking at you, tilting his head for a moment. "Nothing you'd be interested in."You blink, your brow furrowing. "You can't know that.""I'm pretty sure," he says. "Not the sort of thing good girls like you would be interested in."You know the natural flow here if you're flirting, what comes next, but without following that script, you're a little lost, so you actively consider his words. Most likely, he engages in an activity which goes against social mores or the law. You don't particularly care about either of those things, given your upbringing, but you can't just say that. "You'd be surprised at the kind of things I'm interested in," you say, leaning a little so as to reveal the knife hidden in your pants, your fingers teasing it out just enough that the blade glints in the light.He looks surprised, but not displeased, and you put yourself back into a normal position, and he leans towards you. He's so close, now... you could easily kiss him. You affect a calm, and he speaks, his voice quiet. "I know a guy, makes a little..." he glances aside, but the everyone else is busily discussing some television show, "MDMA," he says, leaning up. "The stuff's good for parties.">Ask if you could attend one of those parties.>Flirt.>Ask if he does anything else for fun.>Write-in.
>>36782628>Ask if he does anything else for fun.
>>36782628>Write-inHe sounds like the bad sort. Perhaps we should back off and chat with Liam a bit?
>>36782628>>Ask if he does anything else for fun.
>>36782628>Ask if he does anything else for fun.>>36782679We apparently murder people. We're a bad sort too.
>>36782628call his bluff>Ask if he does anything else for fun.
>>36781754Sup, I see you're running again, don't worry I won't talk about your slip-up on, Saturday, was it?>>36782628Woah there, wasn't this quest going to be about going after a clumsy nerd? Didn't imagine that our love iterest would be the drugged parties sort.
>>36782836But we work for justice, right? Or at least the government?
>>36782836>>36782850It's hard to fit this bit of backstory into the quest naturally, but you were trained as an assassin but the program got scuttled by the government before you actually went on a job, and wound up living alone and attending school.
>>36782868Okay, so you're a trained assassin that never actually did a hit and now you're more or less trying to adapt to "normal" life. Gotcha.
>>36782868>SchoolFuckWe should just go and find someone to assassinateOnly reason for someone who was raised to be assassin to go to school would be assassination or being forced to
>>36782906>We should ruin our chances of leading a normal life by killing someoneRequiescat in pesce
>>36782906That's not how an assassin thinks, that's how a crazed gunman thinks.
>>36782924>>36782934>Be raised to become fisherman>Suddenly some miners murder everyone you knew and tell you that fishing is bad>Decide that they cant be wrong and join their mining school
>>36782960>Believing that is a good allegory of our current situationWhat insane breed of logic is that?
>>36782960how is that similar to our situation in any waylike at allthere is nothing in common between them
>>36782995>>36782986>Born in Country 1>Countries 1 and 2 are at war>Be raised to hate Country 2>Country 2 takes over your village>They say that Country 1 is evil>You believe it and decide to join Country 2 military without any complains
>>36783057That still has fuck all to do with our situation.
>>36783057That is still a horrible analogy, you dense motherfucker.
>>36782960>>36783057I hate to be rude, but you're really not being IC at all here.
>>36782628Drugs and assassins don't mix well>Write-inDump his druggy ass and go for a real man, like the teacher.
>>36783086>>36783091>Raised as X>Y tells you its bad and sends you to school>We never do X stuff
>>36783057so you're saying we were trained to assassinate schools, and then schools took over the government and killed all the government officials, and that's why we should kill everyone?
You smile good-naturedly, to reassure him you're not put off by his choice of poison. "Do you do anything else for fun?" He blinks, a little confused, and you carry on. "It's impossible to properly enjoy MDMA all the time," you explain, not even bothering to glance at the group - you're aware they're still caught up in their own conversation. "The way the drug works means you can't. So you have to do something else at some point."He smiles. "Ah. You know a bit about 'it' then?""I haven't personally done any, but I'm familiar with it. Could you answer my earlier question? I'm sure you have to do something on week nights.""Ah, you're ruining my bad boy image," Kevin says, waving his hand and leaning away. "Somebody might hear.""I am certain your image can survive quite a bit of a battering, given how thorough you have been in establishing it. Vera referred to you as a 'doofus burnout' before you got here."Kevin smiles, laughing a little. You give a broad smile back, automatically mirroring his emotions. "Shit, and she invited me," he says, obviously not put out. "Right, fine, fine. Week days? I study, mostly. That or fuck around with some of my bros.""Your grades are very poor for someone who spends his free time studying."Kevin rolls his eyes in an exaggerated motion. "I'm not studying the garbage they teach in school.""No? What, then?""Law, mostly." Your brow furrows, and Kevin shrugs. "It's important to know that stuff, after all." He taps the side of his nose, and you can't help but smile. "And you? What do you do with your free time?">I hang out with Vera, normally.>I like to go to the range and shoot, sometimes.>Use this as a segue to flirt.>Write-in.
>>36783107>>36783057>>36782960>>36782906God shut the fuck up you edgy shit.
>>36783124>I like to go to the range and shoot, sometimes.Go for slightly out-of-place behaviors.
>>36783107>Trained to do X in secret because it's bad, and you know it>You are no longer required to do X bad thing and can live a normal life insteadThey don't raise assassins to think killing is an A-okay past time, you retard
>>36783124>I like to go to the range and shoot, sometimes.>>36783103>Drugs and assassins don't mix wellEversors say hi.
>>36783124>>36783124>>I hang out with Vera, normally.>>I like to go to the range and shoot, sometimes.Just do both.
>>36783124>I hang out with Vera, normally.I don't trust this thug. Let's keep things on the surface for now.
>>36783124>I like to go to the range and shoot, sometimes.
>>36783124>>I hang out with Vera, normally.
>>36783124He wants to join police.Or Mafia.
>>36783124>I like to go to the range and shoot, sometimes.>>36783158My point stands
>>36783124>hang out with Vera, soma family traditions on the side occasionally
>>36783190It's fucking MDMA, dude. It's not like it's heroin or something.
>>36783168>thugNah he is just a waster who tries to look hard
>>36783190>implying this nerd even does drugs
>>36783124> Use this as a segue to flirt
>>36783209>>36783225>Implying Eversors aren't a waste of points
>>36783225meant for >>36783209
"I go to the range, sometimes," you say, straightening your back. "I find shooting very relaxing."Kevin quirks an eyebrow at you. "Your parents are cool with you doing that?"Your pause for a moment, trying to phrase the thoughts exactly right. "My original guardians introduced me to sports shooting. I live alone now, however."Kevin apparently has the good grace to recognize when he's hit upon an awkward subject. "Sorry. Didn't mean to get that personal. Didn't know.""It's fine," you reassure him. "Adjusting to living without them was unpleasant, but I'm over it.""I can't imagine," he says, leaning on the table, then looking up, past you. "Oh, there's the waiter, finally."You turn your attention to the waiter as he takes everyone's orders. You order a nice, hearty meal, not the salad that Vera orders, and your best friend looks a little aghast at your selection. Your exercise routine and tweaked metabolism means you need to eat more than is strictly normal for a girl your age, and Kevin's bound to find that out sooner or later, so you just give a smile and shrug to Vera.Kevin quickly starts thumbing through the menus before ordering his own - slightly larger - meal, trying to reassert his image as... a man's man? A cool kid? A badass? You're not certain what image, exactly, he's aiming to display to the world, but he seems to have decided that eating more than a lithe young woman like yourself is part of it.You suspect he'll have difficulty finishing his meal, and while you feel for him, it's not, strictly speaking, your problem.>Flirt. You need to make sure that he's aware your interest in him isn't strictly platonic.>Ask him if you could go to one of those parties he attends.>Ask him if he would like to hang out again, just the two of you.>Write-in.
>>36783473>Ask him if he would like to hang out again, just the two of you.
>>36783473>>Flirt. You need to make sure that he's aware your interest in him isn't strictly platonic.
>>36783473 >Ask him if he would like to hang out again, just the two of you.
>>36783473yo bro, wanna hang out like a pair of coolkids?
>>36783473>Ask him if he would like to hang out again, just the two of you.Let's go to the range and shoot stuff, that would reinforce his 'bad boy' image
>>36783473> FlirtNot so keen on the party scene, nor in boning quite so soon.
>>36783473>Write-inHave a chat with Liam. Maybe he's a nice guy.
>>36783473>Write-in.Check out Liam, is he just as cute as Kevin?
Hang out, just us:>>36783500>>36783513>>36783520>>36783525Flirt:>>36783512>>36783536Some OOC garbage:>>36783594>>36783640
>>36783473>Write-in>Jump Vera's bones
>>36783671B-but Vera is a girl!
>>36783720How is this a problem?
>>36783737Because she doesn't have a bone for us to jump on?
>>36783747No one likes a rule lawyer
>>36783785Oh don't worry, she has plenty of bones to jump, if you're into that.
>>36783737I-It's forbidden love!
>>36783900Forbidden fruits are the sweetest
You turn your attention back to Kevin. "You know, you're pretty cool," you say, slipping a little in your calm as your heart pounds in your chest with anxiety. "We should hang out again sometime.""You're not half bad yourself," Kevin says, giving you a light punch in the shoulder. "Sure, I'd like to hang again. You could come to the party this weekend over at-"You interrupt him. "I actually meant the two of us. I could take you to the range, maybe? You sounded interested in guns. Have you ever fired one?"Kevin bites his tongue, eyes glancing away evasively. You take it he hasn't. "Sure..." he says, awkwardly, "once or twice. It's been a while. Y-yeah, though, that sounds fun. You'll probably have to re-teach me about a lot of stuff, though.""That's fine," you say, smiling at him. "I love guns. I don't mind teaching you about handling them." Inside your mind, the thought comes to you of how one teaches a newbie to fire properly, visions of your body pressed up tight to his back, your hands on his arms, helping to show him just how to shoot... You blush, involuntarily."You alright? You're looking a little red.""Ah, sorry," you say, clearing your throat. "I just... realized it was a bit of a double entendre," you lie.Kevin smirks. "Yeah, I'm sure you're a real expert on 'handling' 'guns'," he says, the quotation marks audible in his voice."Stop it," you giggle, pushing at him lightly, a smile on your face. He laughs back.* * *You pack up the guns you normally take to the range: a pistol and semi-automatic rifle. Simple, reliable guns, legally acquired and owned. You sling your bag over your shoulder and head out on your planned date, a spring in your step.>Put all the moves on Kevin. Wrap him around your little finger.>Put some of the moves on Kevin. You'll have him kissing you before the day's over.>Wait for Kevin to make the first move. Just trust proximity, misattribution of arousal, and teenage hormones to do the work for you.>Write-in.
>>36783982She looks so sad
>>36784011>Wait for Kevin to make the first move. Just trust proximity, misattribution of arousal, and teenage hormones to do the work for you.
>>36784011>Put all the moves on Kevin. Wrap him around your little finger.This is my rifle, this is my gun...
>>36784011>Put all the moves on Kevin. Wrap him around your little finger.
>>36784011>Write-in.Just have a fun day, see what happens.
>>36784011Just nudge him to put the moves on us, also only let him handle the pistol.God, this guy is such a goofy almost-loser, holy shit.
>>36784159>God, this guy is such a goofy almost-loser, holy shit.Reminds you too much of yourself, anon?
>>36784011>Put some of the moves on Kevin. You'll have him kissing you before the day's over.
Be so forward that we have sex with him back at ours immediately after we're done here in privacy and then make him ours.
>>36784176Nah, didn't say I was getting embarrased for him or anything, just an observation.I never tried and failed to be a bad boy.
>>36784011>>Wait for Kevin to make the first move. Just trust proximity, misattribution of arousal, and teenage hormones to do the work for you.
A heavy touch works wonders on the oblivious:>>36784086>>36784127>>36784253A light touch is sometimes enough:>>36784159>>36784215You don't need any touch at all when a horny teenage boy is right next to a horny teenage girl:>>36784076>>36784134>>36784222>>36784296
>>36784300aw shit i'm late to the party would have voted for "all the moves
>>36784300Yo, >>36784159 can be nonphysical nudging too, like positioning, looks, words, etc.
>>36784427Could've put it in the last group, yeah, was a bit ambiguous. Doesn't matter, though, result's the same either way..
You pick up Kevin at his house, the bag in the back of the car."Shit, you've got a car?" He asks as he clambers in. "I only just got my learner's permit.""Hardship license for minors," you say, explaining it. "No parents, need to get places... the government gives them out to kids like me.""Damn. That's pretty cool." He pauses for a moment, his legs kicking. "Well? Why aren't you going anywhere?""Because you're not buckled up," you say. He gives you a look, and you give him one right back.He buckles up.At the range, Kevin is exactly as inexperienced as you expected, and you keep the rifle out of his hands. You're very careful to keep a hand on his arms at all times that he's got a firearm. He's enough of a newbie that he might point it the wrong way. Even you glanced down the barrel your first time out - of course, you were six. "Finger off the trigger until you're about to fire," "relax your arms," "don't flinch before firing," "move your thumb down a little if the recoil hurts," you slowly teach him the basics of gun handling.At first, his focus is completely on learning, but after he's got the basics down a bit, he realizes just how close you are. Every time your breasts press into his back because you're leaning into him to help him adjust his arms or hands, his breath hitches up a little, his cheeks flushing with color. He's got this look like he's not quite sure if you're doing it on purpose or not.You let him sweat a little.At the end of the day, his thumb's smarting a little from where the pistol kept hitting him - you tried to get him to hold it better, but maybe it's just the way his hands are shaped or something. Buy him shooting next time, maybe."H-hey, Jane, you, uh." He hesitates. You turn to him, eyes curious but ignorant. "There's a dance party this weekend. You wanna come? As, um," he licks his lips, "my date?">You'd love to.>You're busy this weekend, sorry.>Can't he think of something a little more romantic?>Write-in.
>>36784639>You'd love to.Time to unleash our inner dansassin.
>>36784639>Write-in.Place hand on his lap."That sounds nice... but isn't there somewhere a bit quieter for both of us?"
>>36784639>You'd love to.Honestly i thought i'd have to ask myself, with how oblivious you were acting.
>>36784639>>You'd love to.Totally fail to hold back your enthusiasm
>>36784639He didn't make an idiot of himself with the gun, and he didn't spill spaghetti everywhere, so>You'd love to.
>>36784685At basically every single stage up until now, you guys voted to friendzone yourselves. Don't blame Kevin.
>>36784718/tg/ only has two speeds - Way too fast and way too slow.
>>36784639>You'd love to.
Hells to the yeah!>>36784670>>36784685>>36784698>>36784710>>36784787>>36784801"You want to find a secluded location for us to have consensual sex in?">>36784681>>36784742>Buy him shooting next time, maybe.Should be:>Buy him shooting gloves next time, maybe.
>>36784718Dude. We are a chick. It is improper for us to be doing all the work. We have done well to make our interest obvious. We send the wrong signal of we come on to hard.
>>36785101It's not a matter of doing/not doing the work, it's a matter of making it clear that you have a romantic interest in Kevin, which I don't think there was a single (successful) vote for in the whole quest.
>>36784718I've been voting for Alpha Wolf Assassin On The Prowl this whole time, not friend zone.
>>36784819Totally going to wear a dress that shows off our Knife bulge.
"That sounds wonderful," you say, slinging the bag over your shoulder and skipping over to him, taking his hands in yours before leaning in to kiss his cheek. His cheeks flush bright red at that, and you give him an innocent smile. "I'd love to. What time?"You trade the necessary information before driving him home. You hope his mom isn't too annoyed by him smelling like cordite.You have Vera help you pick out some clothes for the dance party, winding up going with something that shows just a little skin but is casual enough that you might see somebody wearing it on the street. You're not quite certain on the exact dress code, so you went with something a little middling. You do up your hair nice and mentally prepare yourself the day of, going through some calming meditations.Kevin wraps one arm around you soon after the two of you get out of your car, his hand hanging over your shoulder. The feeling sends warm tingles through your own body, and you lean into him a little as a consequence.Once you enter the building, you find that the party itself is loud, and the lights flicker constantly in a way that's somewhat disorienting for you - so it's probably extremely disorienting for a normal person. People are dancing all over, and you don't really know anyone here or what you're supposed to do. Judging by the girl who just took off her tank top and is currently swinging it around her head while whooping, you may be a little overdressed."Hang on a sec, babe," Kevin says, before dashing off to go speak to a male friend. They talk for a few seconds, Kevin hands over a twenty dollar bill, and receives a small baggie in return. He comes back, the bag in his shirt, a single circular tablet in his hand. "Split it with you," he says, snapping it in two and swallowing one before you can say anything.>Er... what is this, exactly?>Can I not, this time? I'm new, I want to take in the sights.>Hell yeah.>Write-in.
>>36785274>Can I not, this time? I'm new, I want to take in the sights.Besides, someone has to make sure we stay hydrated.
>>36785274DRUGS ARE A BIG NONO, NO MATTER HOW NICE THIS GUY IS
>>36785274>Er... what is this, exactly?
>>36785274>>Write-in.Nope, I don't do things that throw off my aim and murdering ability, but I'll totally take advantage of you when you pop that
>>36785274>Write-in."if it's ok... but don't leave me, ok?"
>>36785274>Er... what is this, exactly?We are some sort of weird orphan assassin, so it might be something we're already used to.
I got it!We are playing as succubus
>>36785302This. Let's offer to share them with him later.
>>36785274>>Can I not, this time? I'm new, I want to take in the sights.
Nah, not today:>>36785302>>36785454>>36785480What a surprise, nerds voting to be straight edge.>>36785307>>36785357Sure:>>36785381What's this, then?>>36785314>>36785436
>>36785454Oh, and eye him suggestively when we mention seeing the sights.
>>36785496Well if you want to be an Eversor and go on a drugged up killing rampage...
You bring up a hand, stopping him. "I'm sorry, it's my first time," you say. "I'd prefer to be lucid for it."Kevin just shrugs. "Aight. Fair enough. More for me," he says, before swallowing your half of the pill. "Come on, let's dance, babe," he says, grabbing you by the forearm and pulling you towards the general mush of the crowd.He dances, and you follow, a little awkward at first, but gradually getting into it. You're flexible and have excellent coordination, so it's not hard to get the hang of it, your arms and legs moving to the rhythm of the music. Within a half hour, you're dancing as well as anyone else there or even - if you do say so yourself - a little better. A bunch of completely random people pay you compliments, things like "you go girl," or "woo! shake it, baby!" or "you've got it, girlfriend!" They come in equal measure from the male and female party goers, and a couple of people even try to approach you for conversation. You're really here to be with Kevin, so you just politely shoo them off, getting a little closer to Kevin each time."C'mon," Kevin says, the third time you shoo someone off, "don't be a spoilsport. People are trying to get to know you! That's what makes these parties so great! Everybody's nice! Just go with the flow, babe."The next time somebody comes up to the two of you, it's a young lady, a few years older than you or Kevin, who you strongly suspect is on something a little stronger than MDMA. You try to strike up a conversation with her, like Kevin suggested, but she starts to talk to Kevin like you're not even there, obviously flirting with Kevin, getting super close to him, practically dry humping him. Kevin's holding back from just shoving her off, but you get the impression - over the din of the music and the disorientation of the lights - that that's about all he's holding back on.>Let Kevin handle it.>Physically force the woman off him.>Write-in.
>>36785847>Physically force the woman off him.inb4 Yandere Assassin Tykebomb Quest.
>>36785847>Physically force the woman off him.WHO DIS BITCH THINK SHE IS?
>>36785847>Physically force the woman off him.>Write-in.Just consume his soul already
>>36785847>Physically force the woman off him.try not to kill her"try"
>>36785847>Physically force the woman off him.
>>36785847>>Write-in.Wrap your arms around Kevin. Assert possesion
>>36785847>Physically force the woman off him.>Write-in.Hiss at her.It scares opposition off.
>>36785933>>36785847Seconding. Play at her game.
>>36785847>Physically force the woman off him.Bitch better not be stealing my man!
Physically force:>>36785879>>36785886>>36785902>>36785906>>36785922>>36786014>>36786068Assert possession:>>36785933>>36786015>>36786041>>36786061>>36786077
>>36785933THIS THIS THIS THIS
>>36786085so... this means we'll throw her off and then jump on Kevin's back for a piggyback ride?
>>36786085Ugh, and now we're some crazy girl who attacks other people over someone who isn't even her boyfriend.Great job, really.
>>36786085Can't we like, just do both?
>>36786133That means we will throw her away and rape her into submission so she will join his harem with us
>>36786148Physically force is not going to be "beat the shit out of her," it's going to be, "grab her arm and push her away."
>>36786133It means we will choke a bitch.
>>36786162ah, you're right. My bad
>>36786163Can I change my vote to the other one then?
>>36786197No because I'm almost done with the update.
>>36786207That was mean!
The woman's taller than you, but she's skinny, with twig-like limbs. You don't want somebody interrupting your date with Kevin, at least not like this. You take a moment, glancing around, and move, pressing your foot into the back of her calf, sending her reeling off balance, and you grab one of her flailing arms, twisting it around behind her and using it to force her to move in accordance with your will.Your will, in this case, is for her to go away, and you push her a little as you send her off, telling her not to mess with your date. You wipe your hands and watch as she stumbles away, glancing over her shoulder at you occasionally. You just give her a cold, indifferent look, and she doesn't try to come back.Kevin is a little uncomfortable with your violence, but it seems like the bouncy mood of MDMA - which you very strongly suspect is the drug he took - overtakes all misgivings, and soon enough the two of you are dancing together. You even meet a couple new people, who you actually talk to, this time, and who wisely choose not to try to hit on your date.Of course, all good things come to an end, and as you reflexively scan the area, you notice in the distance the skinny woman who was trying to hit on your date talking to a large, buff man. You could beat him, you're pretty sure... but not without resorting to potentially lethal attacks, either stabbing him with your knife or going for a vulnerable spot with your hands. She points in your direction, he turns, they talk for a little longer, and he starts to stalk over towards you and Kevin.>Talk him down.>Try to escape his vision in the crowds with Kevin.>Fight him off.>Purposefully let him get one in on you, trying to get him kicked out of the party.>Leave the party.>Write-in.
>>36786279>Try to escape his visionNo need to make a scene, we just wanna have fun.
>>36786279>Try to escape his vision in the crowds with Kevin.
>>36786279>Try to escape his vision in the crowds with Kevin.>Write in"Hey Kevin, how about we find somewhere to go together?"
>>36786279>Try to escape his vision in the crowds with Kevin.We were bred for assassinating, a sneaking mission should be child's play.
>>36786279>>Try to escape his vision in the crowds with Kevin.Convince Kevin we're gagging for his D
>>36786279>Write-in.Leave with Kevin to some secluded place!If they follow us we can murder them and then do lewd things to him without problems!
>>36786279>>36786335This. Could get out of the club that way.
>>36786279>Fight him offI'd say go after the bitch that sent him when you're done and give her a good beating. That'll teach her to send others to fight for her. Cowardly bitch.
Straight crowd cover:>>36786311>>36786329>>36786338>>36786342>>36786349"Hey, Kev, know a place we could have a little privacy?" crowd cover:>>36786335>>36786356>>36786357>>36786358>>36786439Fight:>>36786367
You lean into Kevin, your lips close to his ear to ensure you can be heard. "Kevin, let's find a spot where it's just the two of us, okay?" You give his ear the briefest of nibbles, and you can feel his whole body tense. "I've got things I want to do that I can't do with all these people watching.""Ah, wait," he says, as you grab him by the wrist and start dragging him along, keeping your eyes on the big man out of the corner of your eye as you dodge and weave through the crowd. "Sometimes your first time on... I don't want to take advantage... wait a second, you didn't actually take any of my E, did you?"You slink into a hallway after having used the press of bodies and the odder bits of construction to your advantage. You pull Kevin with you, a lascivious smile on your face, and round the corner, keeping going for a while, just in case the guy finds you, before stopping. "No," you say, and he swallows when you gently brush his neck and cheek with your fingers, eying him. "I'm completely sober right now, so you don't have anything to worry about.""If you're sober, then why are you-" Kevin manages to shut himself off before he finishes his thought, his cheeks burning red. You look at him, carefully considering his expression, always keeping the corner in the periphery of your vision. "I'm just- no, never mind," he says, finally.>Let's make out.>Let's do more than make out.>I'm sorry, I just needed some space. Can we talk here?>Write-in.
>>36786662>Let's make out.People being on E goes both ways.
>>36786662>Write-in.Just give him a small kiss on the lips. No full-on making out.
>>36786662>Let's make out.
>>36786662>Let's make out.He's almost as beta as we were in Teachers pet quest.
>>36786662>Let's make out.and tease him a whole lot
>>36786662>Let's make out.Lets send a cursory hand down there too
>>36786662>>36786753>>36786757>Tonsil Hockey w/ ExplorationTo boldly go where we denied that hussy
>>36786662If it wont end with sucking his soul out I am going to be disappointed
>>36786802You're not a succubus.
>>36786806How would you know that, OP? Did you suck face with the Protag and escape with your soul?
>>36786662>>Let's make out
>>36786685>>36786703>>36786724>>36786732>>36786743>>36786753>>36786757>>36786793>>36786849Something other than that:>>36786694
"Come here, you," you say, curling your finger towards your lips. He gets the message, and his lips meet yours. There's a slight, odd, taste to them that you can't put your finger on, but other than that, it's pretty damn good, as far as kisses go. You let your tongue snake into his mouth, your hands roaming his back, and vice versa. You keep one eye open, fixed on the corner, just in case Mr. Muscles shows up. The fear of getting caught adds a certain extra tingle to the affair, and as you slurp on his mouth, you slowly slide one hand down, softly massaging his cock through his pants. He grunts, hips moving, practically thrusting his dick into your hand, but you just keep up the gentle massage.When you pull your lips away from his, you kiss down to his neck, sucking on it, fully intent on giving him a hickey. He starts to reach for his pants, but you pull your lips away to speak. "Not now, not now," you murmur, eyes still intent on the corner, worried that the guy will come through any second now. He lets his hands caress your body, soft touches up and down, this way and that, even occasionally daring to fondle your breasts. You don't stop him, you don't want to, you're too caught up in this passionate embrace that you hope will last forever.Of course, it doesn't, and eventually the two of you pull away from one another. "Fuck," Kevin says, breathing a little heavily, his cock obviously hard in his pants. You stroke his cheek. "Thought you were... too much of a good girl to do a thing like that on the first date.""I thought I told you..." you say, finger hooking in his collar bone. "I'm not as much of a good girl as everybody thinks.""I can see that," he says back, eying you up and down in a whole new way. "Now what?">Want to call it a night? I can drop you off at yours.>You could come over to my place... I don't have parents, you know.>Go back to dancing?>Go back to kissing?>Write-in.
>>36786981>>Go back to kissing?
>>36786981>>You could come over to my place... I don't have parents, you know.He probably has curfew or will pass out as soon as we get in the door, but worth a shot
>>36786981>Want to call it a night? I can drop you off at yours.
>>36786981>Go back to kissing?
>>36786981> Go back to dancing
>>36786981>You could come over to my place... I don't have parents, you know.>Go back to kissing?Lets offer both
>>36786981>You could come over to my place... I don't have parents, you know.Except without the "I don't have parents, you know" part. That's kind of disturbing.
>>36787108Yeah, but we're a creepy assassin girl, and he's high so he'd forget little details like us having a whole apartment to have fun in to ourselves
>>36786981>Go back to kissing?You're not a good girl, but if he wants more he'll have to work for it.
gb2kissing>>36787035>>36787060>>36787078>>36787088>>36787117>>36787138>>36787155Come over to mine?>>36787038>>36787093>>36787108Call it a night?>>36787044
>>36787108It fits her character, adding unnecessary details that makes things a bit creepy.
>>36786806You sure about that? I'm pretty sure all womenz are actually succubi...
>>36787222They're after our vital fluids, man.
>>36787222>28 /int/Holy shit, isn't 20 the maximum for a PC? Fucking 28... Succubi are fucking supergeniusses unmatched in human history. ALL OF THEM. AVERAGE HUMAN INTELLIGENCE IS 10. THESE CREATURES WOULD TALK TO YOU, AND YOU'D END UP CRYING BECAUSE OF HOW STUPID THEY MAKE YOU FEEL.
>>36787262>Holy shit, isn't 20 the maximum for a PC?Fucking 5etards.
>>367872755e has 20 as stat limit?I thought this was barely over peak human?How do they do anything past level 10?
>>36787349Have really terrible starting stat rolls.
"I was enjoying what we were doing just then..." you let your fingers trail around his neck. "Want to do it some more?"He nods, mute, and the two of you kiss for a very long time. Tongues exploring mouths, hands exploring bodies, it ups in intensity without any end in sight, going on and on and just getting better and better. It's getting you really, really, really hot and heavy, you practically squirm with desire as you kiss at him, biting his lip, moaning into his mouth, your hands roaming free across his body, his doing the same to yours. You're all but humping him at this point, grinding your pelvis into his as he gropes your breasts in two strong hands, barely able to keep yourself from just pulling down your pants and leaning over to let him have his way with you.But you do, somehow, just letting the make-out last forever, enjoying his grunts and "fucks" of approval as you move to neck him, actually working very hard to give him a hickey this time. At some point you start to wonder if he'll ejaculate in his pants, but by that point you're enjoying yourself far to much to really care.Your reverie is interrupted by a repetitive beeping noise coming from somewhere in between your bodies. A glance downward reveals it's from his watch, currently attached to his wrist."Shit," he says, breathing heavily. "We have to go. I've got curfew. Might already be too late.">Leave him wanting more. Just give him one last (chaste, this time) kiss before taking home.>Convince him to skip curfew to come over to your place.>Keep him on the edge as you drive home, one hand on his crotch.>Write-in.
>>36787349Well, wasn't 18+ basically reaching into demi-god area in editions older than 3e? Cutting down on the stat bloat seems like a pretty good idea, honestly.
>>36787396>Leave him wanting more. Just give him one last (chaste, this time) kiss before taking home.
>>36787396>>Keep him on the edge as you drive home, one hand on his crotch.You know, I'm laughing because he's concerned about curfew.Then I remember that we were concerned about it last time, too.Then I remember that this guy's producing illegal drugs and laugh again.
>>36787423>Then I remember that this guy's producing illegal drugs and laugh again.Nah, he knows someone who does. And to be honest if he gets it in pill form he probably doesn't.
>>36787396>Keep him on the edge as you drive home, one hand on his crotch.
>>36787396>>Keep him on the edge as you drive home, one hand on his crotch.
>>36787396>>Keep him on the edge as you drive home, one hand on his crotch.If he's a good boy, maybe you'll help him out. Otherwise, he has a perfectly good shower like Lucas
Rolled 2 (1d2)Edging:>>36787423>>36787471>>36787484>>36787489>>36787521Chastity is like an extreme form of edging:>>36787419>>36787450>>36787452>>36787492>>36787523Kidnapping is like a REALLY extreme form of edging:>>36787480Instant roll-off.1 - chastity2 - edge
>>36787638edge pls edge
>>36787638d2 = 2Edge
>>36787470I meant tablet.
>>36787521>First date hand job.Goddamn, best teenage girlfriend ever. Hell, I miss a nice old fashioned, I wish 30somthing women would do that.
>>36787638WE'RE GONNA EDGE
>>36787717>Slut>Best girlfriend everYeah...nah. Nah m8.
>>36787638pic related>>36787687I knew tablets were bad news from the beginning. At first they were basically shittier, more portable computers, and now their pushing drugs on the youth.
>>36787687True, that's what I meant when I said pill. I guess there is a difference in hindsight, but yeah. Tablet's are gonna be way too much effort for a low time MDMA sysntheziser to make, they'd just stick with crystals.And I'm not prepared to believe this dingus somehow knows some big time maker.
>>36787717Do you not have hands? Are you a paraplegic? What do you need a handjob for?
>>36787741>teasing on the first date>slutI didn't know they had computers on the Mayflower.
>>36787757He probably thinks we are after something else than his soul.
>>36787746>And I'm not prepared to believe this dingus somehow knows some big time maker.Could be a teacher from the high school.
>>36787841Well, not that I've watched that series, but I doubt the protag would risk his business by dealing with wannabe hard kids.
>>36787757>>36787741>Implying there's anything slutty about a old fashioned. Yeah ok, Puritan Steve. Handjob's are nice. No real commitment or anything to worry about, just innocent fun. I hear you prefer to take matters into your own hand, and I'm not going to pretend I won't, but there's something about a date that ends in a handjob that is fun.
>>36787858That is exactly what the protagonist in that series does.
>>36787873Oh, well, fair enough then. As you were everybody.
"Come on, then," you say, adjusting your shirt back into its proper position, pulling up your pants a little bit where they've fallen down. "Let's go." Fuck, that got you so hot... and glancing over your shoulder, it seems like it did the same to Kevin. You give him a little smile, and the two of you head out to your car.In the car, Kevin just slumps in his chair, only buckling up when you remind him, clearly intent on calming down the raging hard-on in his pants... but you have no intention of letting him. The very first stoplight you stop at, you adjust your position in your seat, one hand on the top of the wheel, the other stretching over to his crotch, gently caressing his cock through his pants. "Jesus, Jane," he says, when your hand touches him. "Fuck. I'm going to fucking cream my pants, you do that.""No, you're not," you say, sparing him a quick wink. "You better not, anyway."Your skills and his willpower combine to keep him hovering just near the edge, your hand stroking him softly through his pants. He grits his teeth and bears it, somehow, and when you arrive and park, you pull him close, kissing him on the lips, hard. "Shit... Jesus, Jane," he says, when you break off. "Your image is all wrong.""I like my image how it is..." you say, fingers caressing his neck. "You won't go and ruin it, will you?" You ask, giving a little pout."No, fuck no," he says, bringing up his hands. "No way.""Good. Then we'll do this again sometime. Call me," you say, and give him a light push, out of the car.You get home and have a long, enjoyable session with your shower head before finally going to sleep.He calls you early in the morning - you're awake and exercising, but some girls might not be - and you glance at your phone as it vibrates and rings on the bedside, Kevin's name visible.>Let it go to voice mail.>Pick it up, act like he woke you up, wring concessions out of him.>Pick it up, be the bubbly in-love girlfriend you are.>Write-in.
>>36787904>Pick it up, act like he woke you up, wring concessions out of him.
>>36787904>Pick it up, be the bubbly in-love girlfriend you are.
>>36787904>Pick it up, be the bubbly-in love girlfriend you are. Try being honest? That's different.
>>36787904>>Pick it up, be the bubbly in-love girlfriend you are.
>>36787904>Pick it up, be the bubbly in-love girlfriend you are.No need to fake it
>>36787904>>Pick it up, act like he woke you up, wring concessions out of him.>>36787901You did make me giggle with that, so there's that.
>>36787904>>Pick it up, be the assassintastic in-love girlfriend you are. Wring concessions out of him that cause him to come over and return the favor.
>>36787904>Pick it up. Demand to know if he's with that skinny old bitch from the party.She was all over him. It would be a shame if someone was to assassinate her.
It's okay when I purposefully lie about myself in order to make my boyfriend feel guilty, but how dare that fucking teasing bitch in Teacher's Pet not be my loyal sex slave ready to bone down at any time!>>36787926>>36787940>>36787952>>36787963>>36787966>>36787977>>36787981>>36787999I am in love, and I will act like it.>>36787956>>36787962>>36787969>>36787970>>36787974>>36788057>>36788095Yandere time:>>36787995>>36788089
>>36788129>It's okay when I purposefully lie about myself in order to make my boyfriend feel guilty, but how dare that fucking teasing bitch in Teacher's Pet not be my loyal sex slave ready to bone down at any time!you, i like you
>>36788129>It's okay when I purposefully lie about myself in order to make my boyfriend feel guilty, but how dare that fucking teasing bitch in Teacher's Pet not be my loyal sex slave ready to bone down at any time!I giggled.
>>36788129>It's okay when I purposefully lie about myself in order to make my boyfriend feel guilty, but how dare that fucking teasing bitch in Teacher's Pet not be my loyal sex slave ready to bone down at any time!Oh, my sides. I was missing your summations of the votes.
>>36788129>It's okay when I purposefully lie about myself in order to make my boyfriend feel guilty, but how dare that fucking teasing bitch in Teacher's Pet not be my loyal sex slave ready to bone down at any time!/tg/, /tg/ never changes.
>>36788129>It's okay when I purposefully lie about myself in order to make my boyfriend feel guilty, but how dare that fucking teasing bitch in Teacher's Pet not be my loyal sex slave ready to bone down at any time!I love you.
>>36788294It's insane how shitty you guys will be in exactly the same ways people bitched about the girlfriend in TPQ acting, except here you're clearly just doing it for sick kicks. It's not even a gender thing because the bad person is female in both cases.
>>36788316One is the playable character and one is blue balling the playable character.
>>36788354The hypocrisy level is completely over the top, though.
>>36784718We take inspiration from only the finest vintages of mixed-message-sending bitch.
You adjust your posture a little, letting your eyes droop, and flop around for your phone. Getting into character is important. "Who's calling me at this time?" You ask, voice drowsy. "It's fucking... 6:20. Jesus. Kevin, is that you?"You hear soft choking noises on the other end."I know it's you, Kevin," you say, letting anger creep into your voice. "I enjoyed last night too, but it's 6:20. Well, 6:21 now. Please say something so I know you heard me.""...sorry?" comes the strained voice of Kevin.You know you're being a little rough with him, but he needs a little tough love right now so that he doesn't do this kind of thing again. "Kevin. Do you know what I was doing before you called? I was sleeping. S-L-E-E-P-I-N-G. Sleeping. Do you know why I was sleeping? Because that is the normal thing people do at 6:20 in the morning." You sigh, rubbing at your eyes, more as method acting than anything else. You pause, letting the words sink in. You can almost imagine his panic on the other end. "I'll let you off with this one, this one time... but only because you're my boyfriend." There's the hook and the bait and..."Okay," Kevin says, all too eager to agree. "Right. Sorry. Babe. I'm just new to the whole 'boyfriend' thing," he says, acting - just as you hoped - as if one date normally makes you boyfriend-girlfriend."Good. As long as you apologized." You straighten up. "What did you want to talk about?""Oh," he clears his throat. "Um. How should we act in school together? I mean, since we're boyfriend and girlfriend and all. I mean, our images don't exactly fit. I might, uh, ruin your rep, I guess.">Pretend we're not together. It's for the best if nobody knows.>You're my boyfriend, aren't you? Act the part.>Write-in.
>>36788368 speaking about blue balls, how lewd are we going to get in that quest?
>>36788354Behold, the mastery of /tg/ logic. >"Oh, some NPC is stopping me from doing what I want? Fuck those guys".>"Oh, some NPC is trying to tell me they want to do stuff I want to do, fuck you, I do things on my own terms"
>>36788388Good girl falls for bad boy oldest cliche in highschool man.
>>36788388we have a rep?>You're my boyfriend, aren't you? Act the part.
>>36788391This will not be particularly lewd, we're going back to the "150 words or less" sex scenes of my past quests.
>>36788388Act the part.>>36788400Thus is life.
>>36788388>>You're my boyfriend, aren't you? Act the part.
>>36788425You're a highly conscientious student with top grades and a great respect for authority figures, as well as being quite socially adroit.
>>36788388>You're my boyfriend, aren't you? Act the part.>But don't ruin the 'good girl' image too much at school.
>>36788388>You're my boyfriend, aren't you? Act the part.
>>36788388>>You're my boyfriend, aren't you? Act the part.Besides, don't 'good girls' want 'bad boys' so they can change them or something. We can roll with this.
>>36788448>>36788388We're too perfect. We need to blend in more with some flaws, like dating that one guy. >You're my boyfriend, aren't you? Act the part.
>>36788388>I'm your girlfriend aren't I? So that's what I'll be at school, everyone knows the old cliche of good girls falling for the bad guys.>Still, I'm not gonna let my grades slip
>>36788388>Write-in."How about I treat you like my princess?"
>>36788388>What, are you ashamed of me? Do you want to hide you are with me? Are you with that skinny grandma from last night?
>>36788549There's no way this is going to win but this.
Good girls falling for bad boys, etc, etc.>>36788420>>36788425>>36788437>>36788446>>36788451>>36788454>>36788458>>36788465>>36788471I'll be the knight in shining armor, you can be my princess!>>36788484Yandere>>36788549>>36788613>>36788613I was literally typing the captcha when you posted that.
>>36788619Aww man, why did you guys pick the most boring option? I thought we were going to be a though chick taking initiative and kicking twig-bitch ass.
>>36787873Walt dealt with one tryhard, and he dealt with Jesse because he knew the kid would listen to reason once things were explained to him. Jesse's reasonably smart, he's just got no judgement and no motivation to do anything actually useful with himself.
"You are my boyfriend, aren't you?" You don't mention the fact that when he called, he would probably not have described himself as your boyfriend. After all, as far as he knows, you don't realize that. "Good girls fall for bad boys all the time. Think they can change them, or whatever. It's no big deal. No make-out sessions on school grounds, though, I am not getting in trouble with the teachers for the sake of a little kissing.""R-right," he says, stuttering a little as he accepts the order.You feel a little bad for the poor guy. "But... don't forget," you say, a little teasing tone in your voice, "I live alone. If you came over to visit... well, who knows what might happen?""A-are you saying-""Not right now," you hiss, genuinely annoyed. "But later, if you play your cards right? It's a very real possibility." This is shaping up rather nicely, all things considered. "Was there anything else? I'm awake now, after all.""Oh... I was just going to ask if we could, uh, meet up for another date soon. Maybe at the range, if you want? Or just a normal date, like, go out for burgers or something?">Sure. Go out later today at the range. You'll buy him some shooting gloves in advance so he can stop hurting himself.>Sure. We'll go out for some ordinary date. Restaurant, whatever, he decides.>No. Put in place some boundaries. Next week.>Write-in.
>>36788690>tfw we're all Jesse
>>36788696>Sure. We'll go out for some ordinary date. Restaurant, whatever, he decides.We still need to get him gloves before we shoot again anyways.
>>36788696>Sure. We'll go out for some ordinary date. Restaurant, whatever, he decides.Make sure to get him some shooting gloves as well.
>>36788696>Sure. We'll go out for some ordinary date. Restaurant, whatever, he decides.>Use this opportunity to see if he'll come up with something good
>>36788696>>Sure. Go out later today at the range. You'll buy him some shooting gloves in advance so he can stop hurting himself.
>>36788696>No. Put in place some boundaries. Next Week.Give him the full Teacher's Pet experience.
>>36788696>>Sure. Go out later today at the range. You'll buy him some shooting gloves in advance so he can stop hurting himself.>>Sure. We'll go out for some ordinary date. Restaurant, whatever, he decides.Why not both? shoot/cuddle some and then hit a restaurant. sorta like dinner and a movie but with real weapons and explosions instead of ones on screen
>>36788696>Sure. We'll go out for some ordinary date. Restaurant, whatever, he decides.
>>36788696>>36788751This. "Isn't it the guy's job to come up with the date?"
>>36788696>Sure. We'll go out for some ordinary date. Restaurant, whatever, he decides.Gittin' sum grub.
>>36788696>>Sure. We'll go out for some ordinary date. Restaurant, whatever, he decides.
>>36788696>Sure. Go out later today at the range. You'll buy him some shooting gloves in advance so he can stop hurting himself.
>>36788751>Sure. We'll go out for some ordinary date. Restaurant, whatever, he decides.>Make sure it won't interfere with school work. It's a good idea to see if he can come up with anything besides being some club kid that goes out dancing on E.
>>36788696>Study Date.He needs better grades, we need to keep up our marks, and we want somewhere that the skinny skank from the nursery home won't be all over him.
>>36788842Well, if I recall right he's plenty smart, he just doesn't bother applying himself. That study date would be less going over tables and more giving him incentives, I think.
>>36788696>Sure. Go out later today at the range. You'll buy him some shooting gloves in advance so he can stop hurting himself.>babby needs gloves to shootRemind me why we're interested in this loser?
Boys job to decide:>>36788735>>36788750>>36788751>>36788763>>36788765>>36788767>>36788768>>36788785>>36788795>>36788816Range:>>36788752>>36788762>>36788772>>36788894No. Boundaries, Kev.>>36788756Study date:>>36788842>>36788894I don't know why the fuck but whenever I shoot a gun the recoil hits, like, the ball of my thumb and if I do it a bunch it really starts to hurt. I tried changing up my grip a bunch and everything and it accomplished jack shit.
>>36788861And then when he gets out of High School he cons his way into law school, passes the bar on the first try, and eventually becomes a supreme justice while we are an adorable stay at home wife.Sure.
>>36788894Mostly because Miss July 1974 was all over him.
>>36788861He's only allowed to cum once his grades are up to our standards?
>>36788894not everyone has shooting experience faglord
>>36788918Kevin grows up to be Jeff Winger.
>>36788908Have you tried turning it sideways?
>>36788961Don't even fucking joke.
So our character fucks and kills her targets? How old are we?
>>36788981>So our character fucks and kills her targets? Your character was trained to seduce and/or kill people. >How old are we?Like, 15-18 range. I never go specific.
>>36788981I don't think we ever had a "job", as it were.
>>36788908Not to go /k/ but you should try a different grip or weapon. Ergonomics are important and vary from weapon to weapon, grip to grip and person to person, it's why you should always hold a gun before you buy it. Weaver stance is a hell of a lot more comfortable for many shooters, try switching to that.
>>36789003Have we ever used those skills outside of practice?
>>36788908>>36789034To go fully /k/, what type of gun is it? If it was a Beretta, you're not alone: general consensus among shooters is that the weapon was not made for human hands. I actually need a set of wooden grips with palm swells.
"A normal date sounds fine," you say, stretching. "You decide the particulars and call me back. That's the man's job, after all. I need to shower." You hang up the phone before heading into the shower, letting the water drench you and clean you completely, clearing away the light sweat you worked up from your morning exercise routine. God, you've finally got the boy you wanted and you've already started wrapping him around your finger.Is that what you're doing? Is that what you should be doing? It's the only real way you know to conduct such a relationship, it's the way you were taught, but-Well, Kevin isn't complaining. Because you haven't given him the opportunity to complain.The phone rings, and you pick up."Okay, um, there's this nice mom and pop place on Rolling and 5th, Caggliano's, I've been there plenty, it's real good. Meet you there for lunch?""Sure thing," you say, sweet as you can. "12:30 good?"You can almost hear him nod before he realizes he's on a phone. "Yes, that's good.""See you then!" You blow a kiss over the phone before hanging up. Time to get ready for your date!>END OF CHAPTERTwitter: https://twitter.com/72oOCCJ1Hope you guys enjoyed! Next chapter tomorrow at the same time. Feel free to discuss in the post-thread glow, player chatter helps me write!
>>36789095thanks for running, it was fun
>>36789095Thanks for running was fun. I'm waiting for a show to drop though.
I still believe we should've treated him like our princess.
>>36789095>>END OF CHAPTERHmm... I'm going to be missing out on part of it tomorrow./tg/, you better not mess this up while I'm gone
>>36789095Nice Chapter.So how experienced is our target and our-self sexually?
So, what do we use as our pistol of choice?Rifle?
>>36789170You know how we are. When you arrive everything will be on fire.
>>36789195I know. Unfortunately.Oh well, at least make it an interesting color while it's burning.
>>36789195>>36789232Yeah, even in Teacher's Pet Quest it surprised me that we always pick the most boring option. Why not something crazy that is guaranteed to make shit end in disaster?We should probably use our assassin skills on someone next time. Like, maybe if some girl insults our man, we stalk her home and hang her in her sleep, then see how long we can stay out of the clutches of the police.
>>36789232Purple with green flecks work?
>>36789288Purple works. Keep the goal in mind.
>>36789383So purple with red flecks then? Girl definitely has nor former ties to Nurgle.
>>36789170>implying /tg/ wouldn't mess it up even with you here.
>>36789272But anon we are trained to seduce them first before killing. We have to seduce all the girls interested in him.
>>36789551Nah, you're trained in seduction and killing. You don't have to do both at the same time, that'd be silly.
>>36789448Yeah, but when I'm here I can vote on the color the fire will be