“Well, she’s surprisingly resistant.”“How so?”“Can’t break her mental barriers. Keeping us out.”“Keeping *you* out.”“What, you think you’re so cool because you managed to get to her first?”“I don’t think I’m ‘cool’. I just know I’m better than you.”“And why is that?”“In her times of greatest need, it is I that she calls for. Certainly not you, or any of the rest of you.”A new voice emerges. “She’s not constantly living in a state of emergency. She relaxes. She wants something else. And those moments can influence her far more than a life or death situation, especially when life itself isn’t constantly in danger.”Quiet. Then, “You may be right.”“Hah! The One of Rage admitting he’s wrong?”“Sure. Normal life can influence someone more than the one or two life-or-death situations most people have. But,” the voice laughs, a hard, sharp noise that cut through the darkness, “we’ll have plenty of opportunities to keep her angry, won’t we?”---Welcome back to Best Dad Ever Quest! Since I was incapable of finishing it the last time we tried, here we go again!If any of you saw the Lost In Time Quest (that I didn't finish), sorry about that. I'm about to get a delicious butterscotch rootbeer, and I'll be yours for the night. Let's right a story, shall we?---Ah. You’re awake. And it seems like something is lying on top of youSlowly, you open your eyes to find yourself lying back on your couch. You seem to be doing this a lot. Maybe get a more comfortable sofa? Either way, you find Jackie lying on top of you, curled up on your chest. It’s pretty disorientating, making you feel like a giant.Anyway. You’re hungry. And it’s a school day. You need to get Eve ready.Eh, you gotta do what you gotta do. Carefully, you lift up Jackie, and set her back down on the couch, and turn to face the kitchen itself. Time for some delicious cooking!(1/2)
>>40720483You walk on over and start pulling out the various pans and utensils you’ll need to make deliciousness. From there, you grab some eggs and salmon, and start heating up the pan fr cooking, dropping in a little bit of butter and letting it melt in the pan.The sound of a door opening catches your ear, and you turn to find Eve walking out of her room, dressed in her pyjamas for once as opposed to the instant-preparation you’re used to, and letting loose the loudest yawn you’ve ever heard.“Morning, Evie! How are ya?”“mm..Tired...” she replies, slumping down on the couch next to Jackie. “Wake me when food...”You chuckle and turn back to the stove, pouring in the beaten eggs and salmon. As you work away, making some delicious breakfast, you hear the sounds of movement behind you as Jackie and Eve both rise. Eve struggles on over to where Jackie still lies and flops onto the couch, yawning.“Call me when food’s ready...” she mutters, before returning to sleep.You chuckle at the reaction, and turn your focus back to the meal in front of you. With a flick o’ da’ wrist, you masterfully fold the salmon omelettes before you, and set one on each of the plates, sprinkling a little parsley over each one before taking them all over to the living room table.You gently awaken both of the girls, and let them get into digging away at the plates of cooking before them. You do the same, though you’ve got some thinking to do. After all, you are a father!Of two.God have mercy.Jokes aside, they’re both responsible kids, so you just need to play the role of the intimidating father who cleans shotguns when they bring boys around. But your animu and mango says that, with magical girls, you won’t have to worry about boys any time soon.Either way, your finances are pretty solid for the next few weeks, so maybe you just need to look over the work you have to do and schedule it for some free time.But that does leave what to do for today...(2/3)
>>40720565>Let Eve stay home and recover, and relax a little bit!>If Eve’s up for it, send her to school, and have some bonding time with Jackie.>Send Eve off to school and go on an adventure with Jackie.>Adventure with the both of them, see what magical girls do.>Call Samantha, ask more about magical girls.>Write In!
>>40720593Didn't we do this already? Pretty sure we did....
>>40720617Indeed we did, but I'm just getting a restart going. If you wish, I can just skip to where we left off, but I also wanted to have some writing as opposed to an OP with only the most recent greentext listed.
>>40720593>>Let Eve stay home and recover, and relax a little bit!>Call Samantha, ask more about magical girls.
>>40720617We kinda dropped it after a few posts, think of this as a recap>>40720593>Let Eve stay home and recover, and relax a little bit!>Adventure with the both of them, see what magical girls do.We must heed the call for ADVENTURE!
>>40720593>Let Eve stay home and recover, and relax a little bit!>Call Samantha, ask more about magical girls.
>>40720483And here are all the relevant links, since I forgot:twitter: https://twitter.com/artemisQMarchive: suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=ArtemisQM
>>40720693Oh hey artemis, you have any advice for me? Or is this a bad time?
>>40720767Let me PM you on Twitter.>>40720663>>40720655>>40720653Gonna write for staying home and recovering, calling Samantha over and LEARNING
>>40720593You finally settle on a course for action.“Hey, Eve?”She looks up from her now-clean plate, looking much more awake. “Mmph? Sorry, what?”“I think I’ll call into school, see if I can keep you home for the day. I want to call over Sam and get the full explanation of exactly what you’re going to be doing as a magical girl, and how we’re going to treat that.”She nods. “Alright. Thanks! And hey, Jackie’s a good source of info too!”Jackie straightens at the sound of her name, looking up from the mini omelette in front of her to you two. “Uh, me? I’m...not that good at this, you know...”Eve smiles and shakes her head. “Don’t be silly, you’ve been doing this a hell of a lot longer than I have!”Jackie shrugs. “But, Dad hasn’t been a magical girl at all...and look what he did.”Eve laughs. “Dad’s dad. And I’m Eve, just as you’re Jackie! Doesn’t make a damn difference, you still have a ton more experience than either us! Gonna have to pull your weight in this house, little lady!”Jackie chuckles. “Okay then, if you say so. I’m guessing we’re just waiting for Sam now, right?”>Right! But first...>Indeed! (Call Sam)
>>40720949>Indeed! (Call Sam)>No swearing young lady!
>>40720949>>Indeed! (Call Sam)
>>40720949>>Indeed! (Call Sam)>Forsooth foul wench! Curb thine tongue in the presence of the innocent maiden!
>>40720991>>40720970>>40720964Writing for this then!
>>40720565>intimidating father who cleans shotguns when they bring boys aroundYou know, I could see us doing this, but I imagine it'll be more like us sharpening a sword cane, while never breaking eye contact and discussing the merits of chilvary at length.Artemis, you need to have one of our daughters get a boyfriend at some point so we can do this, bonus points if the boyfriend is actually a good guy who becomes a reoccurring character
>>40720949You tsk slightly at Eve, moving your hands to cover Jackie’s ears (and thus the rest of her head). “Honestly Eve, your tongue is out of control! Watch it around those more innocent than you!”Jackie giggles slightly and pulls herself out of your grip, hopping on over to Eve and adopting a mock-rebellious pose. “You can’t tell me what to do! You’ve got to let me grow by myself!”Both you and Eve chuckle at the words, said by the foot tall sized down magical girl. As Eve begins teasing Jackie, you turn to your phone and dial the Beckett household.After a few rings, a rather disgruntled voice picks up. “Beckett Residence, only alive from eight o’clock onwards. Please call later-”“-Ah, sorry John! It’s Mark.”The voice awakens and becomes a bit less annoyed. “Oh, Mark! Nice to hear from you, even at this time.”“It’s two minutes away from eight.”John chuckles. “Still too early. What can I do for you, anyhow?”“Well, Eve’s staying home for the day, and I was just wondering if Sam was willing to come around for a bit? She needs a bit of company.”John sighs. “I mean, I would, but she still has to go to school.”Oh how could you forget about that. “...Completely slipped my mind. Sorry.”“Nah, it’s alright. Tell you what, she’s going to get up in a few minutes anyway. I’ll tell her that she’s invited over after school. Sound like a plan?”“Perfect! Thanks John.”“No need to thank me, just doing what a father needs to do. Hey, about that, want to swap notes some day? Controlling teenage girls isn’t exactly easy.”You laugh. “Sure, let me pull out my binder of info. Know any good cafés around here?”“I’ll call you later about it. See you around!”“Bye,” you finish as you hang up, and turn to Eve and Jackie, who’s currently standing on Eve’s head and pulling at the hair, with little results. “So...”(1/2)
>>40721301“Is she coming over?”“Well, forgot about school, you see. She’ll come around after, though.”Eve shakes her head. “Just like you. What shall we do till then?”“I...have no idea. What do you think?”Eve leans back into the crouch, tapping at her chin thoughtfully. “I’m interested in seeing how the leg holds up in a combat situation.”You nod, “And you Jackie?”Jackie pauses at the ineffectual pulling of hair. “Uh...I’d like to get some new clothes. Please.”>To magical adventures and beyond!>Pull out your wood carving kit and begin!>Eh, go make some ridiculous amounts of money. Never know when you’ll need it!>Write In.
>>40721320>>Pull out your wood carving kit and begin!followed by>To magical adventures and beyond!
>>40721320>Pull out your wood carving kit and begin!>Eh, go make some ridiculous amounts of money. Never know when you’ll need it!
>>40721320>Pull out your wood carving kit and begin!
>>40721100>Boyfriend is Tuxedo Mask, who we keep on task through constant passive aggressive threats.
>>40721474All of my yes anon, all of my yes.He has two reasons for keeping our daughter safe, first, he loves her and doesn't want her to die, second, he's absolutely terrified of what we would do to him if she did
>>40721320You grin and step away from the living room area, heading towards the back of the small apartment where you keep your various tools all set away. From them you pull out your small woodcarving kit, something that you’ve had since your days as a Scout, actually.You may have not made Eagle, but that was just because you never got to the project. You were having far too much fun with completing every badge that you could get your hands on.Thus, the woodcarving. Setting out a block of soft wood, you get to work, slowly letting the model take its form. Occasionally, you hold it up to compare with Jackie, who always giggles and poses, and you get back to carving.As you do that, Eve shows her around the small apartment, how the entire aesthetic was put together, and finally introducing her to the wonder that is your ‘work’ computer. Mostly used to procrastinate, it was a damn good work computer anyway.And finally, an hour later, you have the measurements you need. While it’s still unrefined, it has all the general sizes it needs.Eve pokes a little fun at Jackie for this. “Never heard of anyone with a point anything size bust.”Jackie responds by grabbing Eve’s hair and jumping off the top like a bungee-jumper, pulling Eve down with her.You ignore them, and set the model to the side for now, considering what you should do now.The time is now 9:42.>Hey guys, want to go out somewhere? We can get Jackie’s clothes on the way.>Wanna do some magical girl shit? We can grab Jackie’s clothes on the way.>Guys, I’m gonna head out and grab Jackie’s clothes. You do what you want to, just don’t make me save you again!>Write In
>>40721617>Wanna do some magical girl shit? We can grab Jackie’s clothes on the way.
>>40721617>>Hey girls, want to go out somewhere? We can get Jackie’s clothes on the way.While I'm all for magical girl shenanigans, let's not just yet, eve needs to get fully used to that leg.
>>40721617>Hey guys, want to go out somewhere? We can get Jackie’s clothes on the way.
>>40721944>>40721750>>40721725Writing for this, then!
>>40721617 “Alright then guys, I’ve got this handled. Fancy going out somewhere? ” you quickly amend, “though, no magical girl stuff. Not until your leg’s ready, Eve. We’ll grab your clothes Jackie, and maybe just enjoy ourselves until Samantha’s ready to unload all the secrets of being a magical girl on us.” Eve nods. “That’s fine. Hey, when we were heading home from the clinic, I spotted a pretty nice ice cream place, not too far from that doll place. Maybe we can head there?” “Sounds like a plan!” >Head out normally. >Now now, there’s a reason you and Eve both own and wear super elegant suits and monocles. Time to bring them out! >Write In.
>>40722030>Now now, there’s a reason you and Eve both own and wear super elegant suits and monocles. Time to bring them out!
>>40722030>>Now now, there’s a reason you and Eve both own and wear super elegant suits and monocles. Time to bring them out!All of my yes you magnificent bastard!dont forget to bring the sword cane
>>40722030>Now now, there’s a reason you and Eve both own and wear super elegant suits and monocles. Time to bring them out!Artemis, you're a good person. Don't ever change.>>40722094Oh yeah, bring the sword-cane (We need a name for that thing, did we ever decide on a name?)
>>40722030Well,since we`re busting the suits out,why would we go to ice-cream place?Some art-nuvo exhibition seems like a better fit
>>40722233Fuck that, I SCREAM FOR ICECREAM!
>>40722030 “Here, let me just pull on some clothes quickly,” Eve says, heading towards her room. Soon enough, she’s returned, wearing some jeans and a white t-shirt, with a sweater-dress thrown on over that. You scoff with all the scoffness of a true, proper scoffer from the Scofferian Era of Scoffland. “My good lady, are you planning on putting on peasant clothes?” Eve gets the idea soon enough. “Oh, but of course! How could I have forgotten? I beg leave of you for just a moment,” she returns back inside her room, and you head over to yours, ready to start the day, the proper way. Soon enough, both of you have exited your respective rooms, looking incredibly... Well, maybe snazzy is the word to describe it. You’ve decided to opt for the professor look, black trousers, white shirt and sweater vest over all that, then followed up by a tweed blazer. A cap adorns your head, and your caneblade sits in your hand. And then there’s Eve, who’s really gone for it. She’s wearing her own suit, slim grey trousers with a white shirt and grey blazer, along with a purple tie done up as one of those fancy eldredge tie knots (which you never could figure out how to do). While she doesn’t wear her hat, her hair is done up in a bun, all fancy, and she holds her own caneblade at the ready. Both of you turn your gaze towards Jackie, who really does have no clue about what’s going on. “Uh...shall we go?” she says.---Not too many minutes later, you’re walking through the streets of the Old District, practicing your upper class scoffs.Jackie interrupts the competition to ask, “Well, what are we going to do?”You nod, and think for a second. “Hmm...Well, how about,”>That ice cream place you mentioned>There’s a lovely art exhibit near the clinic I saw.>There’s an antiques shop, where I got your caneblade, Eve. Let’s see if they have any more finds.>Let’s get the clothing first!
>>40722560>Let’s get the clothing first!Get her outfitted!
>>40722560>>Let’s get the clothing first!
>>40722560>Let’s get the clothing first!
>>40722560“Well, let’s get you your clothing first,” you say. “Hey, maybe we can see if we can get them to make you a suit, too!”Eve grins. “Oh, that would be so CUTE!”Jackie attempts to stop the teasing and the plan to get a suit, but there’s no breaks on this train. You find yourself back out front Miniatures, the doll shop. Inside, surprisingly enough, you see a large group of gentlemen, wearing suits, looking over what seems to be a map of some kind, almost like those you’d see in the command centres in movies-Oh. That kind of miniatures.As you enter the establishment, a few of the gentlemen look your way, appraising you and your companion (they can’t spot Jackie, who’s hiding inside Eve’s coat), but they realize that you’re here for the other side of the business and turn back to the battle before them.The owner of the establishment sees you, and waves you on over to the front desk, and you oblige. She smiles as you step up. “It’s a pleasure to see you again. My guess is that this is your daughter?”Eve smiles and does a small bow. “Yes, that’s me. We brought the wood carving for you, too.”“Ah, perfect. May I?”You hand over the wood carving, and the lady gets to looking it over, writing down the various measurements. Finally, she looks at Eve. “This is certainly an interesting doll. It’s almost like an exact scale of a normal human. Most dolls aren’t exact like that, Barbie (if you can even consider that a real doll) being a more extreme example. I must say, where did you acquire this?”“Uh...” Eve looks at you, “my dad found it in an antique store one day, and decided to bring it home.”“Hmm. Well, I must say I’m very interested in what you have. Do you think it would be possible for me to see it?” she sees the looks on your faces, and misinterprets it. “If necessary, I can come to you.”>Ah...I don’t know>I’m afraid not. Eve is, despite many other good traits, incredibly possessive.>Yeah, why not. Prepare yourself, though.>Write In.
>>40723092>>Yeah, why not. Prepare yourself, though.
>>40723092>I’m afraid not. We just moved into the area, and the doll is still in the boxes somewhere, I was only able to make this model from a photograph we have at the house, I could bring that in some time if you'd like?
>>40723092>Yeah, why not. Prepare yourself, though.
>>40723154>>40723192>>40723198>>40723210>>40723224Got it. Wrrrriting!
>>40723303Actually, you know what, roll 1d100.Let's see how good real fathers lie.
Rolled 99 (1d100)>>40723381
>>40723412You done good son, you done good.
>>40723412That Anon indeed.
>>40723412pretty good apparently
Rolled 91 (1d100)>>40723381let me crit fail this one for giggles
>>40723381Preeeetty damn good apparently
>>40723442well, you made ME kek
Rolled 44 (1d100)>>40723381Tossing in for the crit fail.
>>40723412>>40723442>>40723616Apparently we have a bridge we'd like to sell them.
>>40723092Everyone knows that true fathers can lie through their teeth.“I’m sorry, but since we did move to the area rather recently, I’m afraid that we haven’t unpacked enough to actually get to the doll in question,” you admit. “I was only able to make this carving from a picture of it. Actually, you know what, how about I bring that into you? I had done a few photos for it, so I think I can get those for you.”The lady smiles. “That would be just fine. I’m always interested in the dolls you can find, especially the truly life-like ones you can find. It’s always interesting to find who made it, what techniques they used. I can bet your daughter is constantly going on about it.You sigh. “Literally all she talks about. I’m sure the first person to call her babydoll is going to get a long rant about how that term is reserved for some specific type of lifelike from the fourteenth century. Or something like that.”The woman chuckles. “Oh, I can imagine. Well, how soon would you like all of this?”“Uh, how soon can you have it done? Probably not that quickly, right?”The woman grins, almost feral. “I’m very good at what I do. How about you go shopping in the area for a bit, and I can call you back when you’re done?”“Perfect!”You give her your number, and prepare to head on out again.>One second girls, just want to see the conclusion of this match (watch the tabletop game).>To the antique shops!>ICE CREAM.
>>40723785>To the antique shops!
>>40723785>One second girls, just want to see the conclusion of this match (watch the tabletop game).
>>40723785>>To the antique shops!
>>40723785>>One second girls, just want to see the conclusion of this match (watch the tabletop game).>To the antique shops!
>>40723849>>40723839>>40723837Writing for watching the conclusion, then moving onto the stores.Anyone have some good electroswing artists? I'm aware of Caravan Palace, Kormac, Parov Stelar, and Groovejuice.
>>40724047I'm havin pizza tonight mothafuckas! Which is extremely ironic given i'm in your quest Artemis, oh god it's starting to affect the real world, we must slay the captcha monster!
>>40724151taking the night off form chain-running quests, huh?
>>40723785“Uh, one second, Eve. I want to see how these gentlemen conclude their match here.”Eve shrugs, and you both move on over to the spectators’ side of the table, looking over the map. From what you can tell, it’s not any tabletop that you’ve seen before: much more medieval combat, though in this case one side seems to be under siege from the other, with a large castle set up in the middle of the map, armed with various ballistae and knights. The other side had a much larger army, though composed of peasants and a few knights here and there, with several catapults and one cannon-thing being the bulk of strength for them.From a glance, you can see that the sieging side has managed to break one side open of the outer walls, and several squads of peasants are pushing through there. But you also notice that the defending side is managing to mount a good counter-offensive to push them out, and potentially gain some ground of their own. You notice some guys to the side commenting on the thing, about who’s going to win.>Defenders gonna win.>Attackers gonna win>No winner, just casualties.>>40724151There is never an end
>>40724265>>No winner, just casualties.
>>40724265>No winner, just casualties.
>>40724226Yeah not gonna lie, need some time to plan out what the fuck's gonna happen.>>40724265>No winner, just casualties.
>>40724325>>40724289>>40724281>>40724330Writing! >Roll 1d100 first, though.Be right back, gonna make myself a bowl of cereal.
Rolled 6 (1d100)>>40724356
Rolled 15 (1d100)>>40724356
Rolled 99 (1d100)>>40724356
>>40724454How do you do it man?
>>40724454fucking 99s man theyre everywhere
Rolled 33 (1d100)>>40724398>>40724438We're better at lying.>>40724356
>>40724474Never mind, *I* am the liar, it seems.
>>40724454You truly are that anon.....Damn if only i had my main pc right now i could use an appropriate reaction pic...CURSE YOU VIRUSES!
>>40724470all of my luck has been siphoned out of Minotaur quest to be used here, apparently.
>>40724705...you think you could do that to my quest? The players keep crit-winning man, they've crit-failed ONCE and then immediately crit-succeded with the third roll
>>40724762.... I rolled half those20s.
>>40724454Welp, writing for nihilism and giving up all hope of fighting ever.
>>40724777...shit. Did you drop your name or do I need to start taking ginkgo biloba tablets?
>>40724828I only namefag on minotaur thread night cause it helps that QM and I'm too lazy to remove my tag on a thread by thread basis.
>>40724265“There will never be a winner,” you say dourly, “just the blood and ashes, all of it your fault.”The two gentlemen commentators look at you with surprise, then small sneers at the newcomer. “Oh, you believe you can see the outcome of this match so easliy?”The other one adds, “These are the best in the entire area, the greatest players of Chivalrous in this entire state. And you believe you can just predict their actions like that?”You point at the board. “Look at it. It’s coming. You can stop this. No one will win this battle.”The commentators just laugh and turn back to the board, each defending their own side.But as the minutes pass, that breach in the wall gets the focus of both players, attacker and defender focusing their full might on the breach, as both a way in for the attackers and a path out for the defenders.As the minutes pass, as the bodies pile up, the players both adjust their monocles with a little bit less arrogance and a bit more irritation, and the commentators get more and more quiet.And then both unleash their full might, and send every soldier they have to that breach,“You could have stopped this,” you whisper in their ears. “It’s happening.”Catapults let loose, cannonballs fly. Knights get impaled, many men die. The suffering and death goes on for a solid half hour, until the attacker has finally pushed to the final goal of the castle’s throne, but at this point both sides only have a few units left. A Pyrrhic victory, no matter which side wins.And so, looking down on the board of destruction, both the players shake their heads, and then shake hands, calling it a draw.At once, the two commentators look at you, something approaching awe in their gaze, smothered in disbelief.“How did you do that? How could you have predicted this?”>I may have played some Chivalrous back in the day.>Oh me? I just came to get some clothes for my daughter’s dolls.>Nobody in particular>Write In,
>>40725104>I may have played some Chivalrous back in the day.
>>40725104>>Write In,>Tip hat, walk away without saying anything like a badassIs it wrong for me to hope we were some kind of massive tournament winner for this game back in the day?
>>40725148Second and yes we obviously must have been
>>40725104>Write In,>I AM THE NIGHT>leave batman-style
>>40725148Writing for this then.
>>40725104You simply smile at the two, tip your cap, and head on out the door, Eve in tow.You walk in silence for a little bit, Eve thinking hard about something, Jackie just sleeping in the inner coat pocket, curled up.Finally, Eve says, “Uh, dad?”“Yes dear?”“Uh, did you play that game at some point in time?”You shake your head. “Sorry, can’t tell you that. I get my secrets, you get yours.”Eve pouts. “Come on.”“Nope!” you say gleefully. “Now...”>Onto the antique stores!>Let’s go ask that specific store about that swordcane I got for you!>ICE CREAM>You know what, let’s head back home.
>>40725538>Let’s go ask that specific store about that swordcane I got for you!
I can't help but express how great it is that she has a swordcane as a weapon considering she's missing a leg. It's hard for anyone to argue to take her cane away as long as they don't know it's a weapon.
>>40725538>>Let’s go ask that specific store about that swordcane I got for you!What other medieval stuff do we own, aside from the swords? Anyone else think it'd be cool to get a suit of armor if we can find one?
>>40725709You're a medieval fanatic, mate. You've got a whole bunch of weapons, and yes, a suit of armor.But why need armor? You have righteous fury.>>40725682she does, technically have a leg Though of course it'll be trouble.
>>40725770Because it makes one hell of a conversation starter. Have we got a display stand for it back at home?
>>40725813It's sitting in the corner of the living room.Oh, writing btw.
>>40725538“Well, I actually want to head on over to the same antique store that I got your caneblade from. I’m actually wondering if we can figure out exactly why it was there.”“What do you mean?” Eve asks.“Well, it cost next to nothing, especially for how high quality it was. I need to ask the owner exactly why he had it in stock.Eve nods at your reasoning, and soon enough you’re standing outside the building of the antique shop.Of course, there’s no antique shop there, just another house.“Uh, did you come to the wrong place?” Eve inquires.“Probably not. This is the right address.” you both turn to the new voice, and you find the same cashier as the one who sold you the caneblade that day.“What are you doing here?” you ask him.He shrugs. “Well, I came to work. And...works not here any more.”“Do you know why?”“Nope. The owner of the store approached me the first day, asked if I liked swords, and hired me on the spot. Then I worked the day after, and now here I am to find that I don’t have a job anymore.”“Okay then...” you turn to watch the building in front of you, waiting for something to happen.Jackie yawns and stretches as she wakes up. “Where are we?” she asks, blinking away the sleep in her eyes.>Ah, nowhere right now.>Something happened to the antique shop we got Eve’s caneblade from.>Doesn’t really matter. Let’s see if we can find some more antique stores!
>>40726089>Something happened to the antique shop we got Eve’s caneblade from.>My money's on magic, I'm genre-savvy enough that i'm pretty confidant it was magic. That or we've suddenly stumbled onto the set for howls moving castle the live action remake.
>>40726089>>Something happened to the antique shop we got Eve’s caneblade from.>My money's on magic, I'm genre-savvy enough that i'm pretty confidant it was magic. That or we've suddenly stumbled onto the set for howls moving castle the live action remake.
>>40726089>>40726144Another vote for this.
>>40726144>>40726166>>40726187>>40726205feels good man, feels good.
>>40726239You seem like a pretty child dude, What quest you run mate? Gonna have to check it out
>>40726254Blackguard Quest, just started recently.
>>40726281Sounds interesting, Will check it out on the archives!
>>40726281Remember the days when people said fuck off namefag to you? Now people are saying you're chill.
>>40726330Dude, you have the best readers.
>>40726384Ah, but there's only fourteen of them. thirty on a good day, maybe, but only had a few of those.>>40726089You smile at Jackie. “Well, something happened to the shop that we got Eve’s caneblade from. It’s gone. Me being as cynical and genre-savvy as I am, I’m almost sure that this is some magic bullshit. Or, you know, we’re now part of the cast of the live action Howl’s Moving Castle.Jackie stares at you, uncomprehending. “What?”The guy is doing the same. “Why is that coat talking?”>Truth>Lie>Leave
>>40726330>>40726384guys,stop using reverse phychology,please
>>40726330Eh i guessed he ran a quest, It's all about the attitude, You see enough Qm's and you can usually guess right on which are only annoying tripfags and which are actual Qm's>>40726402>Lie
>>40726402>Why is the shop gone? Today's weird my friend.>Leave
>>40726402>>TruthRefuge in audacity.
>>40726402>" Your workplace dissapeared and you`re worried about my smartphone being speaker?Man
>>40726448>>40726439>>40726438>>40726431>>40726422No real concise answer here. Lurkers contribute pls.
>>40726575Fine, supporting this >>40726448
>>40726575Hey artemis, someone dropped me a song I think you might likehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qsRh83BXvOE#t=32I'll change my vote to>>40726448
>>40726575>>40726448>" Your workplace dissapeared and you`re worried about my smartphone being speaker?Man
>>40726281FUCK!I can't believe I didn't recognize your trip.Much love, brotha.Next thread when?Fuck off namefag.
>>40726931Ah, good, I felt like I wasn't in my normal threads without that last sentence.>>40726402You stare at the guy with something close to shock. “Mate, the place you worked at just disappeared, and you’re wondering about the person on call on her phone?”The guy coughed. “Oh. Um. Sorry. I’ll go now.” He starts walking away, looking clearly embarrassed. You sigh at bit, glad that he hadn’t found out.“So, what are we going to do about this?”“Huh? What do you mean?” You say, turning to Eve.“Well, the place that gave me my caneblade just magically disappeared. That means something, right?”“Oh!” Jackie interrupts. “I know this!”You turn to Jackie. “Know why it disappeared?”“Yep!” she nods excitedly. “You see, every magical girl needs a magical item or focus to use. It’s kinda the centre of their outfit. For example, mine, “she points at the necklace part of the outfit, which you notice carries a single feather, “is from some bird I was watching one day, and it fell to me. It’s what gave me my powers of flight, and fast movement, and some other bird stuff.”Jackie continues, “so you see, the source of the magical item itself is just a carrier. That shop was temporary, just for you to get her caneblade.“So it was already chosen for me?” Eve asks.“Well, not since birth, but how you’ve grown up. With your dad’s influence, you got your caneblade.”“That’s...pretty damn interesting,” you say. “Alright then. So what do we do now, with that shop out of the way?”“We can always grab ice cream,” Jackie suggests.Eve shakes her head. “Actually...well, we know that my first transformation didn’t go so well.Without an item, I must have just turned into a generic magical girl. With my item...”“You want to transform?” you ask.“Yes please. And then, see how powerful I am. Find a monster or whatever nearby.”“Hmm...”(1/2)
>>40726953>Nope, ice cream caught my attention first>Okay, let’s transform and kick monster butt.>Transform, but no kicking of butts>Let’s save it for Samantha.The pizza captchas...They're back...
>>40726931Next thread'll probably be tomorrow, but I may have to put it off for another day.Yep. Anon reminding me that this is still /tg/ we're on.
>>40726979>Nope, ice cream caught my attention firstAfterwards>Transform, but no kicking of butts
>>40726979>Nope, ice cream caught my attention first>Let’s save it for Samantha.
>>40726953>Nope, ice cream caught my attention first>Let’s save it for Samantha.>You'll want to show off won't you?>My money's on it being an extremely high-class suit, with armor plating. Certainly what I'd pick, if you aren't going to look dapper when killing monsters then what's the point eh?
>>40726979>ICE CREAM!>>40726981If it helps any, I'm clone anon.And that still freaks me out a bit.
>>40726979>>Transform, but no kicking of buttsThen ice cream
>>40727087Has the freak-out increased by the fact that we're both reading this quest?Also seriously dude, grab a name in BGQ, this is funny as hell
>>40727158Only a little. I knew we were both on /tg/ after all.
>>40726979“How about we save it for Samantha? She might know a bit more on how to go about becoming a magical girl, how to make sure that you don’t just die straight away. That sound fair?”Eve sighs, and nods agreement. “That makes sense. So...ice cream?”“Ice cream.”---It’s the choice of a century.Both Eve and Jackie are watching you in wonder as you stare down at the cold battleground, your eyes flicking between each side. So many to choose from, so many to support.This will be the most important choice in your life, and you know it.Thus, you pick>Vanilla, truly the best and cleanest flavour.>Chocolate, for that sweet decadence>Caramel, for the never ending nirvana>The strawberry sorbet, because that’s the one true men eat.
>>40727420>Caramel, for the never ending nirvanano mint chocolate chip, artemis confirmed for shit taste
>>40727448Your eyes are suddenly seized by the bright beauty and glorious call of>Mint Chocolate Chip
>>40727420>Extreme Moosetracks, because to hell with you my ice cream has peanutbuttercups in it.
>>40727475YES. SO MUCH WIN.
>>40727475>>Mint Chocolate ChipMuh niggah.
>>40727420You know this is going to be the one vote where all the lurkers wind up participating right?
>>40727420>>40727448>>40727475well then i must change my vote
>>40727475By.The.Gods.>>40727420>Mint chocolate chip.
>>40727420>>The strawberry sorbet, because that’s the one true men eat.
>>40727547>>40727530>>40727522>>40727504>>40727490The true flavor wins. Writing.
>>40727705look i'm sorry for having better taste than you, but you've got to learn to live with having shit taste
>>40727705*cough*Exit's that way, mate.
>>40727728>>40727731Relax I kid, mint chip master race.Ans this is coming from a guy who hates everything else minty.
>>40727769aaaand I dropped my trips. Seriously though, mint chip the only minty thing that actually tastes good to me. Shit's weird man.
>>40727420You remember the day you met her.You were just walking along the street, when you saw her fall. You heard her cry as she fell to the street, her pain becoming yours. You quickly rushed over, lifting her up into your arms, staring down on her beautiful face. You feel her delicate breath tickling your face, her own looking expectantly up at yours, waiting.Slowly, you draw your lips closer to hers, and seal the bond that would last a life time.“Mommy, why is that man holding the ice cream I dropped?” the young boy asks curiously.You ignore the child, and lose yourself to true love.---The memories slowly fade, and the real world comes back into focus.“I’ll have one mint choc chip please.”“How big, sir?”“Yes.”---Soon enough, you’re sitting outside, a carton of mint choc chip in your left hand, a large spoon in your right. Both Eve and Jackie are looking slightly horrified at your frenzied eating, but also disappointed in their own devotion to their own ice cream.After about fifteen minutes, you put the lid back on the carton with a sigh, knowing that you’ll have to post pone your love making for later, when the two kids aren’t watching.Luckily enough, something else arrives to distract you. Your phone rings, and you flip it open, finding it a call from Miniatures.You answer.“Ah, this is Miniatures here?”“Ah, hi there! This is Mark. Everything ready!”You can hear the sound of pride. “Indeed! Just need you to come pick up, and pay of course. Shall I see you in ten minutes?”“See you then!” you end the call and turn to the girls. “Time to pick up the new threads!”(1/2)
>>40727883If it's any consolation, I can't stand the stuff.
>>40727923Shit, forgot picture. File name is relevant.You whistle as you hold up the garments for inspection. “My god, these are...they’re incerdible!”The woman smiles. “Thank you. Always was a fan of dolls, and I picked up sewing and crocheting really early. Rest is history.“Indeed. I feel like these belong in a museum! Hopefully the doll can live up to these standards.”The woman admits, “Well, it is some of my best work, I admit. With such a life like doll, I thought I might as well go that extra length to make it as lifelike as possible, too. If it were a bit bigger,” you laugh at the ‘bit’, “then they would be far more than serviceable for a real person.”“Well, thank you very much...”“Janice.”“Thanks, Janice. Now, how much do I owe you?”“Let me check,” she hands you a bag, which, upon peering in, seems absolutely filled with clothes, “it should come to about a thousand dollars.You nod. “Pay for the handiwork, I guess.” you hand over the money without too much trouble (you earnt quite a bit more than that with your stellar work performance earlier) and you wave goodbye to Janice on your way out.Only to be apprehended by the two gentlemen commentators.“We know who you are,” one growls, now looking even more angry.“You made Chivalrous a joke,” the other’s voice drips with venom.“You’re going to pay for what you’ve done.” they both declare, as they hold up tiny replica swords from their army, pointing them at your heart.>You wouldn’t happen to be thinking of my brother, would you?>Fine then. I challenge you to a game.>Stroll on out with a shit eating grin.
>>40727923>“I’ll have one mint choc chip please.”>“How big, sir?”>"Yes."sides please don't leave me no come back
>>40728045>Unsheath our canesword>"HAVE AT THEE BLACKGUARD!"
>>40728045>Fine then. I challenge you to a game.Provided I can find my old army and it's still codex compliant. Now can you please stop? You make me look like a casual and i'm wearing a canesword and program cpus for a living.
>>40728045>You wouldn’t happen to be thinking of my brother, would you?Remain calm, but cautious. In all likelihood, there's magic going on.
>>40728045>Lower cap to cover one eyeIn a low menacing tone>If you know who I am, then tell me peasants, how do you intend to make me pay? How will take your revenge on me, when my army crush's you into the dust?>I challenge you to a game.
>>40728045>>40728083I was going to suggest a stroll of smug, but this. A thousand times this.
>>40728083Can I add this to the end of mine?>>40728145
>>40728045>>40728083Yep, gotta go with this.
>>40728179If people vote for it, though I think we'll be going for solely that other one this time.>>40728070Thanks for this.Seriously. Every time someone says something positive I can write a whole nother thread.Writing.
>>40728262Yeah that wasn't my best work, should've been more evil overlordy. ah well you win some you lose some, and that is hilarious as hell.Artemis you're a fucken genius, don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise.
>>40728262Got more music for you arthttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MsObv4b-qYg
>>40728045You snarl at the insult, and with a flick of your wrist, your caneblade is up and at the throats of the two gentlemen, “Art te insulting mine skill in Chivalrous?” you feel your tongue slipping back into the tongue you adopted back in your college days, when you first picked up this game, before you realized just how much you’d devote your time to this and almost fail out.God, how you missed it.The gentlemen themselves seem intimidated by how quickly you make the change. “Indeed, Markam the Black. Th’stories of yourn exploits are truly awful, truly despicable. And now,” he grins, “it’s time to put you in your place.”You adjust slightly, the blade going back into the cane. “When and where?” you ask.“The Hossfalt Park, up north, Saturday.” they declare. “Be there, with your army.”You grimace. “I don’t believe I can assemble my old army in that time. If you want to do tabletop-”“Tabletop?” they scoff. “for Markam the Black? No, Markam, you play the old way, the true way. Remember how much you insisted on it, back in the day?”“Now we’ll be off. See you around, Markam,” they both turn around and leave the premises, leaving just you, Eve, and Janice.(1/2)Coming slowly along because my friend is watching Parks and Rec in the background and there was a particularly amusing moment,
>>40728740>Markam the black....Artemis, you're amazing.Let's get chivalrous.
>>40728740“Uh,” Janice begins, “May I ask what just happened there?”Eve turns to you, her eyes questioning, searching for an answer. “Come on Dad, time to spill the beans.”>Make a joke, avoid it>Well, this is the story, all about how...>I’d really rather not.
>>40728858>>Well, this is the story, all about how...
>>40728740>"Totally serious grown-up stuff.Yea!"
>>40728858>Well, this is the story, all about how...Dammit I can't resist the potential for freshness
>>40728858>Well, this is the story, all about how...
>>40728858>>Well, this is the story, all about how...Please tell me we actually launch into Fresh.
>>40728858>Between the time when the oceans drank Atlantis, and the rise of the sons of Areus, there was an age undreamed of...https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GVx4LafsvSU
>>40728964yup. can't go wrong with adjusting the wisdom of Mako. (Hail Mako)
>>40728948>>40728945>>40728913>>40728908>>40728882>>40728880So I got two options here.Either I re-write Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.or I kill myself.Let me find a rope.
>>40729083Hey I at least TRIED to give you an out>>40728964
>>40729126This is actually going to take a while to write.
>>40729227You don't have to rewrite the song, art.
>>40729227Have a song about an irish badass to cheer you up.inb4 an english reader tries to debunk her awesomenesshttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iOafalF22kI
>>40729431I didn't. Sorry>>40729431>>40728858You cough, and prepare for the flashback.---The loud roar of the gathered forces almost burst your ear drums, you being right in the centre of it all. They’re coming in from all sides, trying to approach you. Your own team is holding them back for now, but that won’t work for long.You think that you’ll have to join this fray yourself. Setting aside your pipe (a bubble one, of course), you slowly draw your caneblade. It’s not real, just as this entire battle is a farce, but in the moment there’s nothing fictional about this. This is a life or death situation, and it’s time for you to fight.At the sight of you drawing your own weapon, your own troops slowly pull back a bit further, giving more ground but starting to widen, forming a U, and allowing a path inwards to you.The attackers see it as a way to get to the leader, and cut off the head of the snake.You know it as the Death Hall, and as soon as the first soldier makes a step inside it, the final bell tolls.With a burst of speed, you jump forward, your blade following you in a casual grip. The soldier attempts to block, but you kick away the shield and quickly cut his jugular, sending him to the ground where he lies, dead, occasionally munching on some trail mix as the battle continues to rage around him.More soldiers attempt to approach you, some coming from behind, betraying the very name of the dangerous game they play, but you cut them all down, your skills sending them all back. And as you advance, they start to retreat, your own cadre of mercenaries following you, systematically eliminating any opposition they find that doesn’t have the misfortune of falling to your own blade.Finally, you cut through another enemy, to find the leader of the enemy combatants.Gerald.>Rally your soldiers, and attack as one.>Fight Gerald in honorable combat.>Gerald’s a bitch, spear him like a pig.
>>40729449>Fight Gerald in honorable combat.
>>40729449>Rally your soldiers, and attack as one.get those results
>>40729449>>Fight Gerald in honorable combat.
Rolled 97 (1d100)>>40729548
Rolled 15 (1d100)>>40729548
>>40729557jesus we keep rolling high the dice gods must be pleased
>>40729557This quest summons absurdly high rolls on a consistent basis and this fascinates me.Actually, Magical Soldier did, too.
>>40729557>>40729572>>40729577As if I expected anything different.
>>40729591>>40729588It's surprising, innit?writing.
>>40729557WE ARE BECOME DEATH! DESTROYER OF WORLDS!
>>40729626forgot my pic
>>40729840Giant-dad. The savior of Darksouls!
>>40729449While Gerald is almost certainly a bitch, and definitely deserves to be speared like a pig, that’s not how you play.Of course, Gerald is a little shit, and couldn’t care less about the rules.“Why, good day, Markam the Black! Black indeed, for each step you take is the call for storms of lightning and rain and pure miserableness.You shake your head. “My dear Geraldn, what is the reason for thy displeasure? It’s a pure day, in truth, and your spite and malice shalt not ruin it.”Gerald laughs, and hauls his fat ass out of his chair, grabbing the foam hammer from beside him. “Well then, if you truly wish to fight, Markam, then let it be-”Before he can even finish his sentence, you’ve already drawn your blade and started closing the distance between the two of you. Another soldier attempts to get in the way between you, but you roll in between his legs, thanking Dark Souls for the practice it had given you (even virtually). And you find yourself approaching Gerald.He swings down at you, but like the fatass he is, it takes him a few seconds and a wheeze to even raise it above his head, at which point you’ve already criss-crossed his body with multiple hits.“And you’re down, Gerald, and find the afterlife-” despite your attempted murder, Gerald follows through with the hit, which you only narrowly dodge. You look at the referee. “Hey! Mate! You watching this?”The referee, clearly with padded pockets from Gerald, shrugs. “I didn’t see nothing.”You grimace. Time to get serious. You hold the cane in your other hand with a firmer grip, and rush again at Gerald. Soon enough you’re cutting him from every direction, but the referee has managed to look completely away from the fighting at a nearby tree instead, and Gerald is clearly enjoying his power of invincibility.(1/2)
>>40730008Your own team is seeing what’s happening, and slowly faltering against the neverending flow of assholes who keep getting up when they think no one is watching. With one pimple-face to the other, they’re hard to tell apart anyway.You’ve had enough of this shit.>Steal Gerald’s weapon>Set his ass on the ground>Time for some wrassling.
>>40730036Knock his weapon out of his hand
>>40730036>Grab the referee and MAKE HIM WATCH as you wrassle both of the bitches
>>40730036>>Steal Gerald’s weaponSuch an uncouth vagrant has no need of fine arms!
>>40730036>>Set his ass on the ground
>>40730036Throw Gerald at the feet of the ref.
>>40730151This one will take a roll.I'll make it suitably impressive.>>40730066This will also take a roll.
>>40730066Yes. This is how we make the game a joke. This is our legacy!
Rolled 95 (1d100)>>40730161Rolling for>>40730117
>>40730194WELP!THE LEGEND OF MARKAM THE BLACK IS FORGED IN THE BLOOD OF OUR ENEMIES!
Rolled 32 (1d100)>>40730161>>40730066wrassle
>>40730194Writing for this then!
>>40730194These rolls attest to the fact that we truly are the Best Dad Ever.
>>40730036You harrumph. Obviously this is going to take unconventional measures to win. Your first step is intercepting Gerald’s next hammer hit, kicking the hammer away, and laying him on his ass. While he’s crying like a bitch, you grab him by the collar and start draggin him towards the referee. The battle stops to watch the real one, between you and the ref, begin.Luckily, as he’s looking the other way, it isn’t till you’re right behind him that he notices you. He freezes, but has enough self control to not look at you.“I. Won.” you bite off each word as you fire them into the ref’s ears.“Didn’t see it,” he murmurs, looking away. You attempt to pull Gerald in front of him, but the ref ends up looking straight up.You sigh. Only one way to solve this.And so that’s how the ref finally sees Gerald. As he looks up towards the clear sky, he notices it darkening. A cloud, covering everything he can see, hiding the sun from view. By the time he realizes that two hundred and fifty pounds of lardarse is descending towards him, it’s too late.You shrug slightly, trying to work out the ache. You’ve been slimming down, so your lift isn’t as great as it used to be. Still impressive.Obviously, the ref’s gonna red card you. But you won.You won.(1/2)
>>40730380...we threw, gerald at him.god DAMN we are bad-ass.
>>40730380Talk shit get hit.
>>40730380You explain all of that to Eve and Janice, who both listen, wide-eyed, at the tale.“You see, Chivalrous is kinda like a LARP, except there’s much more focus on specific armies and teams, with more defined rules,” you explain. “Each person can play one of the various characters available. So, not as special snowflakey. You’d serve your time in an army, become a better ‘piece’, as it were, until eventually you had enough rep to manage an army. That was me. At least, until I realized I needed to finish College.”“That’s...incredibly impressive,” Eve states.Janice nods. “I think Harold might have played back in the day,” she wonders. “I’ll ask him if he knows you.”You say your final goodbye to Janice, and head on back home.“So, Dad,” Eve asks, “What’s your plan for the battle?”You grimace. “I’ve got what, three days to get an army? And knowing these shitheads, they’ve got a fixed judge, so I can’t just go in by myself and kill them all. No, I need an army.”“I’ll be in it!” Jackie declares. “I’ll be a fairy! For reconnaissance!”You laugh and rustle Jackie’s hair. “That’s be nice, but I’m not sure magical girls are allowed.”“What if we didn’t use magic?”“Hmm?”Eve smiles. “I can fight with a caneblade. I can fight!”You consider it>We’ll talk about it later. It’s about time to invite over Sam, anyway.>Sure! Always good to have someone on my side.>Nope! Defensive father is a go!
>>40730577>We’ll talk about it later. It’s about time to invite over Sam, anyway.
>>40730577>>Sure! Always good to have someone on my side.BEST DAD, HOOOOOOOOOOOO!
>>40730577>>We’ll talk about it later. It’s about time to invite over Sam, anyway.
Rolled 46 (1d100)>>40730712do we even need to
Rolled 5 (1d100)>>40730712
Rolled 17 (1d100)>>40730712
>>40730723>>40730744>>40730761Y'all gonna get fucked.
>>40730779We failed because he always gave a reason for it, This time he did not and so we failed
Rolled 72 (1d100)>>40730815NO PLS
>>40730850HAHA TOO LATE THE RIDE HAS ALREADY BEGUN.
>>40730577You feel a tearing at your body, like every single molecule in your body is being shorn piece from piece. You try to resist, but your will crumples and whatevers pulling you completely rips you from your own plane of existence, trodding on you with steel-toed boots and kicking you into the corner,You realize that this feeling is exactly like that first time...when you saved Eve.But it seems like you might need saving yourself, now.---”DAD!” you scream, as you feel the gate surround you and suck you away, away from your Dad.Everything goes black, until you thud against the ground.After a few seconds, you brace your arms and lift yourself up, peering around you. You find yourself on a brick floor, worn smooth with the many feet that have trod upon it. But those times are past, and now all is dust.You spit some of it from your mouth and push yourself off the floor, standing up. Your shoes scuff the floor slightly, the sound ringing out through the chamber. From where you stand, it seems like a grand entrance hall, with a large entry door close to you. You try to push against it, but to no avail. Grimacing, you turn to face the rest of the hall.Further down, you spot two great gargoyles mounted on either wall, looking down on whoever passes by.As you approach, they both turn to look at you, and drop to the floor, roaring at the intruder.You feel a moment of fear, gripping at you. Can you do this? They look...powerful.Your hand goes to the caneblade, and you realize that there’s another reason for you to do this. Whoever sent you here...they took your dad too.They took your dad from you.You growl back at the gargoyles, slowly drawing your own caneblade. The darkness that seems to run through the blood channels starts to flow from it, pulling away and towards you, running up your body and surrounding you like a cloak.(1/2)
>>40730995You feel the emotions surround you, powerful, never ending, each one fighting for dominance in your mind. In the maelstrom, you find the main competitors facing off against each other. You see the great beast of rage, roaring at the space around it, tearing at it, destroying all in its way.You find the angel of control, sitting to the side, observing all but conserving strength for the final blow. Its eyes flicker to you, waiting for you to make your choice.And finally, you find the spirit of love. For each time rage batters another part of your mind away, love resculpts it, slowly bringing it back together, working with a cheerful intensity. It waves as you pass by it with your mind.>Rage>Control>Love
>>40731043>>Rage>>Control>>Loveall? all. c'mon artmeis, we never do things by half.
>>40731077Unless this is something like, "choose combat mode" And we have access to all of them, but only one at a time. If that's the case then>Controlbut if it's something like choosing what we embody, I'm sticking with>all
>>40731043Lurkers need to come out of the woodworks, though control seems to be winning.
>>40731152>>40731133>>40731077Okay, I *will* allow it, but be prepared for a tough fight.
>>40731160Now be honest Artemis, You were going to make it a hard fight anyways
>>40731160time to see if daughter holds a candle to Best Dad.
>>40731160We want to go for this, then?
>>40731260well, I do. Bestdad father of the prophesied one? fuck yes.
>>40731260Just divekick all of them to shreds
>>40731312>>40731301>>40731292>>40731279Writing. Will be suitably epic.
>>40731043Even as the three emotions battle it out, they start to fade as a set of footsteps fade in, crunching the earth behind you.You turn to find dad waiting for you. Not the one you have now. The old one, from that day, before. When she was still around, or the last time she was there.He grins up at you from where he’s taken a seat on the ground. “Heya, Evie. You’re all grown up, aren’t you?”You swallow, your throat now dry. “Uh...hi, Dad.”He chuckles. “Hey there, Evie. You alright?”You shake your head, sitting down next to Dad. “No. Not really. I feel...I need to take a side. I need to pick an emotion, or something.”Dad chuckles, pulling you next to him, watching the battle go on, though Control is now watching the both of you now, curiosity apparent.“You have to remember, Evie. This is *your* mind. Not theirs. Sure, they can run around now and battle it out when you’re not feeling great, when you’re feeling down or vulnerable. But in the end, it is *yours*, and you need to make it yours.”You nod, leaning into his shoulder, watching as the emotions and battlefields are gradually replaced with green fields.“This is temporary, Evie. Again, I’m just another part of you,” he chuckles, “though I’d like to think I’m a good one. Remember, you are the one who gets to decide what to do here, not some silly in the moment feels.”He slowly stands, and you watch him from the ground. He takes a few steps, then turns back to you, grinning. “Well, whatcha waiting for, Evie? You got some monsters to kill, and a dad to save!”And slowly, it all falls away again.---You descend to the floor, the cloak now slowly disappearing, having done it’s work. You straighten out, taking a look over your new armor. Unlike that generic magical girl shit you got the first time around, this time it feels...right. Your boots slowly settle on the floor, and your coat drifts down around you, floating slightly in an invisible wind.(1/2)
>>40731730The gargoyles look confused now, almost waiting for you to pounce on them with fury.Instead, you grin at them, and summon your caneblade to hand. As you take steps towards them, the hall echoing with each one, you unsheath your caneblade and wield both the sheath and sword in either hand.“Well,” you exclaim cheerfully, “you guys made a really big mistake.”You can feel the energy crackle around you, the darkness now summoned again to coat your blade in a vibrant field, ready to chop away. The gargoyles take another step back.“That mistake was taking away my father. Oh, he’s fully capable of kicking your asses, but I’ve got to defend him too.”“After all,” you declare with a smile, your blade now a maelstrom of charged energy, “he’s the Best Dad Ever.”---Hey, that’s it for the night! It was a real pleasure doing this, and I was happy to get back into groove of writing everything.Twitter: https://twitter.com/artemisQMArchive: suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=ArtemisQM
>>40731767Wait, did Eve's severed leg grow back?
>>40731767Thank you for running! and thank you for ending before I died in my chair! Great thread again!
>>40731767...god damn you you cocktease.WELP! I'm not gonna be able to sleep tonight!
>>40731808So I have to ask, what were the three options like if taken individually?
>>40731767Thanks for running!
>>40731791Magical prosthetics, anon.It's how we got our second daughter.>>40731808You know what you could do instead of sleep?Plan material for your next session.
>>40731791Got a magic prosthetic from a magic clinic
>>40731791Ah, that will be addressed next thread.Remember, she got a magical prosthetic that's been holding her up for a while now.You don't know how it's holding up now.>>40731806Fem-Robin is my fucking waifu, man. Fucking love her entire aesthetic.>>40731808Cocktease? THAT'S MY DAUGHTER!>>40731827Rage: Heavily armored suit, monocle slash scouter, and the caneblade itself.Control: Just the suit, the caneblade becoming an ethereal construct that would have left behind a trail to constrict and restrict the enemy.Don't know what I would've done for love.>>40731832Always a pleasure!>>40731837Hmm, love planning for next sessions. Time to find more fem-robins.
>>40731876Love embraces all of its subjectsSome judo\aikido shit would be appropriate
And that's night for me! Leave behind some questions if you want and I can get to them tomorrow, or whenever I run the next quest.Love you guys, have a nice night.
>>40731876You replied to both of my comments, and only my comments, in spoilers, and mentioned femme robin both times.How do you know?
>>40731993Also,putting on the tinfoil hat hereAt E3 Ubisoft announced new AC with one of the protagonists named Evie,which also happen to use a caneblade2sp00ky5me
>>40732020>Mfw Artemis is actually the head of Ubisoft....
>>40732020See, now I need to burn this entire thread to the fucking ground to get away from that cancer.But still.It's my Evie.>>40732013Happen to have any 'material' you can share with me? Been looking for good stuff.>>40732089I fucking wish. If things go right with my writing career though, maybe that'll work out.
>>40732110sadly no, I'm posting from my phone, so I don't have access to it.I might have some by the next thread if you ask nicely.Now, what kind of "material" are you talking about? The 34th kind?