Your name is Lisbeth Honamurei, daughter of a Starborn and a Giantess. Making you perhaps the only Troll able to pass for human and incredibly strong.Though you have suffered wounds at the hand of your town's attacker Mr Black, you soldiered on with the woman who swooped into your life and stole your heart; The enigmatic Sarborn Purps. In her quest to have you healed you joined Doctor Lexington and Luc Remy in travellng across the republic through tragedy, adventure and strange lands...Now you are loading your gun and twirling your sword waiting for your entrance assesment into martial class, bouncing with excitement as finally you get to experience some positive emoitons in this Academy. With any luck you'll actually be fighting someon-"And she will face Briar Redd!" At your teacher's words a young looking man with a bird feather cloak and a bizarre mask takes the apot oppsoite you. His body language filled with uncertainty and hesitation, the stance taken up with his two daggers exploitable. This is the child Purps and you were to look after hm? Let's see what he's cpaable of... Giving him a salute with your sword and a warm smile, you settle into a relaxed stance. Begin! Time for [THE NIMBLE SONGBIRD] to stretch her wings. Current Momentum = 0 > Speedblitz him with your sword. Don't even let him move (+1 Momentum)> Fire some short burts of gunfire, test out his speed and defences before getting anywhere close (0 Momentum)> Gunkata him and finish this (+2 Momentum)> Let your blood flow (SWOLE FORM)> Write-In
>>2327941> Gunkata him and finish this (+2 Momentum)
>>2327941>> Gunkata him and finish this (+2 Momentum)
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Lexington: Huh, so the Momentum system essentially works as a limit break for Honamurei... It lowers the DC for Ultra attacks or Instant kills by the amount of DC thereFailing an ultra or instant kill is massively punished though so it's a risk/reward system. Ultra attacks can be write-ind at any time and instant kill options are marked as such...Such an odd power....
>>2327941>> Speedblitz him with your sword. Don't even let him move (+1 Momentum)
>>2327941> Fire some short burts of gunfire, test out his speed and defences before getting anywhere close (0 Momentum)
>>2328066>>2328024>>2327996>>2327956>>2327943Gunkata engage. Roll me 1d20 best of 3 please.
Rolled 2 (1d20)>>2328089
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Rolled 17 (1d20)>>2328089
>>2328095>>2328091>>2328090>>2328066>>2328024>>2327996>>2327956>>2327943With a fraction of your speed, your movement sends ripples at the barrier, straining it with the impact of your shockwaves. The boy is surprised by this and the sheer violence and sharpness of your movement is enough to unbalance him, allowing you acess inside his guard.You punish him visciously, gun slapping down a knife while your sword traps the other away from his body. Tossing in a twirl for sheer theatrics you cut at his side on your left before firing a stream of bullets into the same leg. The boy cries out but your speed allows you to follow through, slicing up ward then to the side before he sets up to recieve more attacks. Since he's setup, you decide to just unload the rest of the clip in bursts, punctuating short prodding thrusts and cuts with gunfire in a steady beat. Slash, shoot, shoot, slash slash, slash, shoot, trap knives, shoot. Even as casual as you're taking this, the blows all rain down in under a second. The kid's bleeding like a stuck pig, despite a quite frankly admirable attempt at staying on his feet and fending you off. Hell, were you any slower his defensive parries might have forced and opening or even let him strike at you; but he is nowhere near your level.What's worse, the defeated look on his eyes tells you he knows.> Let him get a hit or two in. Make it look good before you put him down> Show you have power too, Slam him into the ground> ULTRA ATTACK give the class a hint of your speed. Nobody will even see you as you knock him out> Simply finish him and demand a better match> Write-In
>>2328162> Simply finish him and demand a better match
>>2328162>> ULTRA ATTACK give the class a hint of your speed. Nobody will even see you as you knock him out
>>2328162> ULTRA ATTACK give the class a hint of your speed. Nobody will even see you as you knock him out
>>2328162>> Let him get a hit or two in. Make it look good before you put him down
>>2328162> Let him get a hit or two in. Make it look good before you put him down
>>2328162> Show you have power too, Slam him into the ground
>>2329660>>2328392>>2328294>>2328188>>2328169>>2328165Fell asleep while it was unanimous... Now it's tied. Of course. will roll in like 20 minutes if unbroken.
Rolled 1 (1d2)>>2329660>>2328392>>2328294>>2328188>>2328169>>23281651 SPEED2 Make it look good.
Roll me 1d20+2. Best of 3.
Rolled 13 + 2 (1d20 + 2)>>2329923
Rolled 15 + 2 (1d20 + 2)>>2329922
Rolled 12 + 2 (1d20 + 2)>>2329923Here to fuck up your rolls
>>2329934>>2329930>>2329925>>2329660>>2328392>>2328294>>2328188>>2328169>>2328165Giving the kid your trademark wink you shake off your legs and tense up your muscles, "Vatch zis!" You warn him as you prepare to give the teachers and your classmates a taste of what you can really do. Sprinting forward at the absolute peak of your speed, the barrier surrounding the battle is wounded; the great grey green wall beaing a large zig zagged crack that bleads emerald light into the air. You giggle, high and loud as the air positively explodes outwards behind and around you; the movement is like an arrow shot from a bow yet impossibly swifter; you fly through the air as graceful as a bird on the winds.The sheer violence of your movement means that your hat is sent upwards, for the most part looking like you disappeared to the crowd and the impossible air explosion as the consequence for some miscast spell. Instead you appear behind the boy, sadly too far to strike and knock him out like intended, but you've outpaced the sound of your own movement enough that you hear the shuddering THOOM but also the boy whispering something.Hoping that your display of power had convinced him to surrender, you're instead annoyed as the child disapears from you, leaving nothing but a line of black feathers flying in your direction from your own sonic boom. Momentum 0 > Oh so it's hide and seek now? (+1 momentum)> Take out some frustration on those feathers> Reload> Apply many sword strikes to the vague area he used to stand (+2 momentum)> Write-In
>>2329945>> Oh so it's hide and seek now? (+1 momentum)
>>2329945>Take out some frustration on those feathers.
>>2329945> Oh so it's hide and seek now? (+1 momentum)
>>2329945>hide and seek now
>>2329945Hide and seek!
>>2330297>>2330126>>2330111>>2330036>>2330013>>2329974>>23299531d20 bo3 for seeking.
Rolled 8 (1d20)>>2330666Check 'em
Rolled 13 (1d20)>>2330666F
Rolled 19 (1d20)>>2330666
Rolled 5 (1d20)>>2330666
>>2330670>>2330669>>2330668>>2330297>>2330126>>2330111>>2330036>>2330013>>2329974>>2329953>>2330873"Vell ve are playing hide and seek now?" You purr, slamming your gun into it's holster. With a short grunt, you feel the three feathers dig into your back, almost like three deep daggers embedding themselves into your back. Did he predict you standing here? Or was he lucky?"Interesting. Let me begin the seeking!" You trill, holding your blade out to the side and dashing off at barely perceptible speeds. If you pass him you'll cut him, simple solution. However as you begin combing over the arena and strain your eye to pick up any trace of the boy; frustration mounts. Like a long fruitless patrol, there's no sign of passage or blood from his wounds. "Vhere are you?" The voice is less friendly and more annoyed than you'd like, but from your right you hear him shout something about phantom blades.Two red lines fly at you in an X shape the speed of the strange projectiles waves forcing you to retreat rapidly and face the growing dust cloud. With a start you feel an impact on your head, your hat having finally made it's descent to this position. You believe you know where the boy is hiding based on where the attack came from, but his voice calls out again and again and again. Shooting forth from the dust cloud like some kind of evventric's painting - a veritable army of red energy projectiles. Geometric lines criss crossing and overlapping in what you estimate is a furious last ditch effort to make some headway into this match.Momentum 1> You hope Purps sees this, because it is time to fucking dance (Momentum +3)> I could totally jump to the back barrier and rebound off it for a backstab (+1 Momentum)> Backpedal and reload. You need more options before confronting this. (-1 momentum)> Slash across each projectile. That should probably nullify them and you're good enough with your sword to manage that... > Write-In
>>2330946> You hope Purps sees this, because it is time to fucking dance (Momentum +3)
>>2330946>> You hope Purps sees this, because it is time to fucking dance (Momentum +3)
As a heads up, I'm unsure if my description got this across.Imagine ichigo just spamming a whole heckin bunch of getsuga tenshous.
>>2330946>You hope Purps sees this, because it is time to fucking dance (Momentum +3)
>>2330969>>2330968>>2330965>>2330957>>2330953>>2330949Okay boyos, gimme 1d20+1 Let's bullet hell.
Rolled 10 + 1 (1d20 + 1)>>2330975
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Rolled 5 + 1 (1d20 + 1)>>2330975
>>2330981>>2330980>>2330978Guse we are fuckedWe dont got the smoth moves
>>2330978>>2330980>>2330981>>2330984Writing for an 11.
>>2330978>>2330980>>2330981>>2330984https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YPaz0p2dpEkYou stare down the oncoming red waves with a ferocious grin, righting your hat and stowing your sword. The entire world seems to slow down before your eye as you limber up... Surrounding the barrier murmurs of disbelief go up, many doubting your ability to navigate the ever moving onrushing labrinth. But you will.Taking off from a dead stop to increidble speeds, you've already sidestepped one and ducked a pair of horizontal slashes. This leaves you in a tricky position of having to back up to hop between a pair of diagonals in such a way that they singe your boots and leg. It only slows you progress as you jump to the side and dash through a veritable forrest of crimson trees, snaking your body through and under oncoming obstacles and somersault over those that follow it. Like a grey black blur you make your way through the neverending assault. In fact you are more like a rock being overtaken by the tide but remaining firm as more and more the projectiles herd you into impossible situations. More impacts being taken to avoid greater damages, each one stinging and burning progressively worse... The kid is a strategist, but you're too quick for him to overwhelm you; you're out of his league and no matter how fun a dance it has been.It's over.You jump free of the last stretch, seeming to float in the air as you quickdraw your gun. The feeling of reloading is one you relish - slamming a new magazine into place and leveling it at the boy's location. His strange fetahered mask looks up at you; already speaking as his bird cloak seems to ripple like a writhing deer caught by hunting dogs. Momentum 4 > Hold down the trigger (0 Momentum)> U L T R A A T T A C K (Write-In what)> Kick the air as hard as you can and get your hands on him. (+1 momentum)> Stop playing around, let your ancestry come out to play (SWOLE TIME) > Write-In
>>2331033> Kick the air as hard as you can and get your hands on him. (+1 momentum)
>>2331033>> Kick the air as hard as you can and get your hands on him. (+1 momentum)
>>2331033>Kick the air as hard as you can and get your hands on him. (+1 Momentum)
>>2331135>>2331079>>2331067>>2331040>>23310371d20+4 best of 3 please.
Rolled 11 + 4 (1d20 + 4)>>2331143
Rolled 1 + 4 (1d20 + 4)>>2331143
Heading to bed. Maybe someone will get a twenty that counteracts that one.Or else Hona gets a fun time.
Rolled 15 + 4 (1d20 + 4)>>2331143
Rolled 14 + 4 (1d20 + 4)>>2331143
Rolled 5 (1d20)>>2331143I totally won't make this worse
Fucking bird food. I hope Purps isn't watching.
Rolled 11 (1d20)>>2331143
Rolled 12 + 4 (1d20 + 4)>>2331143
Rolled 8 + 4 (1d20 + 4)>>2331143
>>2331798>>2331637>>2331498>>2331293>>2331265>>2331206>>2331180>>2331154>>2331152https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YPaz0p2dpEkHe is consumed by his cloak in a display of instant and bizarre improbability. A disappearing act that actually has you raise your gun in confusion, "Huh Chat ze-"The cloak swells and swells, bulging like some bizarrer feathered tumour - almost pocupiine like in the thousands of bristles expanding until, in an explosion of feathers.... a storm of black shoots towards you. Floating in the air leaves you little options but to brace yourself and shut your eye, listening to the sound of a thousand whistling projectiles disapear and be swapped with the thumping sound of drumming impacts. A massive amount of the quill like projectiles are embedded within you, and opening your eye slowly only enrages you; as you flex all your muscles the embedded attacks all pop out comedically. But that hurt and now you're bleeding profusely all over, like someone stuck a knife in a wine cask.The boy opposite you is disbelieveing that you're able to continue... His mouth in a wide O much like the crowd surorunding the barrier. Momentum Full > ULTRA ATTACK (Write-in what)> FULL SPEED, FULL FORCE PUNCH> SWOLLLLE FOOOORRRRMMM> Cut him to shreds> Write-In
>>2331934> ULTRA ATTACK (Write-in what)Full speed dash towards him then run around him in a diamond shape, goinging with full gun kata while trying to throw up after images using our speed and finishing it off with a rising slash to his front.(Someone had to try a write in)
>>2331934Supporting >>2331935It's pretty much what we did earlier but there's no need to show of all our tricks.
>>2331934> FULL SPEED, FULL FORCE PUNCHSound breaker punch
>>2331981>>2331949>>23319351d20+5 for ULTRAAAAAA COMBOOOOO
Rolled 10 + 5 (1d20 + 5)>>2332106LET'S SHOW THEM
Rolled 1 + 5 (1d20 + 5)>>2332106
Rolled 10 + 5 (1d20 + 5)>>2332106
Rolled 10 + 5 (1d20 + 5)>>2332106Realy guys a 1 right again
>>2332118>>2332117>>2332116>>2331981>>2331949>>2331935>>2332162>>2332167Writing. Poor Hona.
>>2332179What she gets for showing off
>>2332118>>2332117>>2332116>>2331981>>2331949>>2331935>>2332162>>2332167https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oyjCq_iB5yEWith a savage grin you step forward faster than anyone can follow, landing a sick punch to the gut that sends the boy careening off into the distance and the barrier. It feels good The arena itself is torn apart as you follow up, a simple step carrying you across the distance into the air where he has bounced off the emerlard wall and back out to you; allowing you to clasp both hands together and bring them down on his weird bird helmet and slam him to the ground hard.As you float to the ground you let loose a long heaving laugh, all the injuries seeming to just melt away in place of a warm sensation creeping from between your legs throughout your entire body. "Vhat a vonderful fight!" You squeal, "Vhat are you vaiting for! Rise! RISE!" At the repetition you stamp on the ground with all your might, "GET UP GET UP GET UP!" The singsonging shouts ring out as your vocal chords switch between cutesy human and the thick roaring biology of your parentage. Your eye picks him out digging his knives into a crater and dragging his way back out of it in a beautiful gesture of spirit and defiance. He'll be so fun... "Vhat a delightful sight!" You coo at the broken boy working his way to his feet, "I can't vait to see you break."Briar coughs weakly, somewhere in the distance someone is counting as he grips a rock and begins pulling himself to his feet with it as a support, the mask has broken in twain and blood bubbles on his lips as he takes rasping ragged breaths.He's so much more fun than his father...You are PurpsSomehing stirs in you as you hear an explosion and see cracks crisscross the green barriers around the arena. It... was hona's fight.... With energy you didn't think you had left in reserve you begin heading toward the crowds to the testing area; shouldering apart the onlookers who are muttering in fear as you listen to a laugh that is simultaneously hers and not hers.Something is wrong...As you make your way to the front of the crowd you witness Briar kicking weakly at Honamurei as she holds him by the throat, your lover licking a bloody hand in a strange mix of ecstacy and fury. Something primal in your stomach ignites, a red hot burning hate. But at the same time, it must battle the icy terror that has taken root within your heart.Lexington and Chiron have no moved from their positions, gazes unscrutiable... She's going to kill him. Honamurei is going to choke him to death in front of everyone and somehting is wrong with her.What do you do... If Lex won't intervene then who can help?> Dealer... Give me an opening> [PRIDE] If they wont act then I will (Lantern and try to burst the barrier)> Minerva, can we do anything?> PROFESSORS! DO SOMETHING!
>>2332215>> PROFESSORS! DO SOMETHING!
>>2332215>stand by, they won't let them die
>>2332215>> Dealer... Give me an opening
>>2332215> Dealer... Give me an opening
>>2332223>>2332222>>2332217Gonna let this decisionrun for a while. I would seriously advise discussion and a weighing of each option. Big decision here.
>>2332215> PROFESSORS! DO SOMETHING!Don't trolls go to sleep if you sing to them or something?What is the dealer supposed to be able to do in this situation? I think I'm missing something.In worried that the professors aren't going to do anything, as evidenced by there lack of doing anything so far.Maybe Minerva will be willing to take a crack but someone's already voted for profs and I don't want to dilute.
>>2332244I'm willing to switch to Minerva if you will.>>2332215Switching to>Minerva
>>2332244The professors aren't going to not to do anything. And as to what dealer's going to do in this situation, it's as it states, Dealer is gonna provide us with an opening :^)
>>2332215> Minerva, can we do anything?Changing to this.
Giving it like 30 more minutes before I call it.
>>2332215> Minerva, can we do anything?Changing from this >>2332222 too my new vote and on computer
>>2332295>>2332281>>2332261>>2332257>>2332250>>2332244>>2332229>>2332223>>2332222>>2332217I think that's 3-2 on Minerva. Roll me 1d20 best of 3.Contentmenr Take 10 and the Relief recharge are available.
Rolled 6 (1d20)>>2332357Dead
DC is 17 by the way.
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Rolled 18 (1d20)>>2332357
Rolled 12 (1d20)>>2332357Fun fun fun
>>2332375>>2332368>>2332360 Minerva what can we do? You practically beg the Godess as you Witness Honamurei toying with the boy like a cat who's caught a rat. The physical reaction to her snapping the boy's ankle before she drops him, visibly blushing as he cries out and tries to crawl away. I will shatter the barrier, from there it is upto you. You will be without my blessing for a short time... Call for my smiting. "MINERVA'S LANCE!" You roar, the sun appearing high overhead and a lance of pure unadulterated divine power sstriking at a heat and intensity that sends bodies flying. Lexington cries out, whether in shock pain or warning you have no clue - but it matters little as you're already moving into the arena.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eOGkZsuFILUWith all the speed you can manage and forcing the pangs of pain from your prevous battle, your bring your saw to hand and throw the metal disc out, the revving saw sparking as it parries Honamurei's sword from distance. She looks puzzled at being denied her kill as the sabre fails to skewer the crawling and shellshocked boy.There's no time for her to process the why, as you recall the saw and slam your foot inyo her face with enough force to knock her back a half dozen feet. The force of your sprint has you spinning to follow through the blow and the only way you can stop is sliding to a knee on the broken and shattered cobblestones.She stares you down, running a hand over the spot you just struck almost in a daze. Her blue eye is feverish with delight as she realizes you mean to sotp her; "Velcome to ze party my mate!" She trills, giving you the smile that usually makes your heart flutter. "I vasn't expecting to get to dance vith you today; but zis is a nice surprise!" Your stomach turns as you watch her draw her gun, the wounds Briar managed to inflict are closing before your eyes, her mucles bulging as she allows her giantess blood to come to the fore."Hona... please stop this." You say once, an edge to your voice as everything about her posture and mannerisms sicken you. "I don't want to hurt you.""Vell maybe you should be a good and proper mate Purps..." Hona sounds strangely petty, spitting the words at you, "Vhich means you are mine! YOU BELONG TO ME!" She practically roars the words, her voice becoming strange and beastial.Staring Hona down at full power without so much as a lantern or Divine Zen is not a matchup you'd feel confident in at the best of times. Nevermind when you're tired and wounded from a brawl right before. But you wont stand idly by while this happens.> [PRIDE] I'm nobody's. And I'm going to put you down.> [CRUELTY] You know Tornin wouldn't torture during a spar Lisbeth.> [LOVE] Hona... I'm yours. But whatever's happening right now has to stop. Please?> [FEAR] Take her out before she can prepare.> Write-In
>>2332542>> [LOVE] Hona... I'm yours. But whatever's happening right now has to stop. Please?
>>2332542>[LOVE] Hona, I’m yours... but whatever’s happening right now has to stop. Please?
>>2332542>> [CRUELTY] You know Tornin wouldn't torture during a spar Lisbeth.
>>2332580>>2332564>>2332558>>233255410-15 more minutes for this one boys. We important decision central today.
>>2332542>> [CRUELTY] You know Tornin wouldn't torture during a spar Lisbeth.Sorry to say but I don't think the power of love is going to win this through.
Previously: Lex: "Chiron's idea to host the class in the courtyard is efficient, because my barriers will be enough to contain the students."Chiron: "Yeah and if it gets out of control I can handle 'em."Head: "Alright, you've swayed me. Do the test in the courtyard instead of the arena."Eight Seconds ago:Head looking out the window at a sun laser causing massive injuries: "I'm an oracle... how did I not see this coming."
>>2332610>>2332580>>2332564>>2332558>>2332554>>2332554Roll me 1d20 Best of 3 anons.
Rolled 20 (1d20)>>2332628Time to pray to RNG instead of minerva right now
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Rolled 17 (1d20)>>2332628Rolling>>2332634Good job
>>2332643>>2332642>>2332634Called. Gonna grab some nourishment before I wirte this.
Rolled 3 (1d20)>>2332628>>2332634Fuck yerTime to love fuckher
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t9jjK6zU4ZUIn a placating gesture you manage to lift your left hand palm out to her, hiding the pain behind a flat and expressionless face. "Hona, I'm always yours. But whatever is happening right now has to stop." With your saw at the ready you take a step closer to her, "Please?"She fires, the burst of gunfire only making it into your stomach as you just manage to react in time to twist it away from your chest; her sword comes low and you get your saw to it, lashing out with your knee. It hits hilt, pushing you away and forcing you into a weapon tie up that you have no hope in winning. "You vill be mine! Vonce I have claimed you!" She decides, pushing her face close to yours behind her sword. With a cry of pain and exertion you give ground in the exchange, finding the position surprisingly intimate as her mouth is merely an inch from yours."Claim me?" You ask, confused."Vonce you lose! You're my mate!" She stomps on your foot and rams her gun's muzzle at your face, instead of flichhing away you ram it with your forehead and throw the aim off. Like a snake you strikes out for her swordwrist with your mangled arm and manage to force the arm to the side.Her stance is broken from the sheer gall of your menuever, forcing an opening for you to slash your saw at her chest in a lazy horizontal arc. But she's too fast and strong; stepping off your foot and seeming to float around you. As Lexington erects more barriers around the two of you, another sonic boom rattles the courtyard as Hona reverses your broken arm behind your back.You scream.With horror you realise you can feel the perverse shiver that goes through Honamurei's as her lips brush against the nape of your neck. "Mine..." She sing songs in that strange soft yet beastial voice.That word seems to drive you to action, this is not her. You will not let this happen. With sheer will, you flick your head backwards and shatter her nose; your knees managing to bend underneath you and raise the pair of you from the ground. Spinning so hard and fast agsint Honamurei's immovable grip that the bone in your shoulder pops in triplicate, you bring the saw in your right hand to bear, slashing it right across her hip with enough force to carve upwards through her flesh and send her flying when it hits her sternum.She hits the barrier harder than anything short of Minerva has today; but there are no cracks... Good. Lexington upped his game."Fuck..." You say aloud as you struggle to remain upright, left arm frighteningly numb as you bleed from a clutch of bullet wounds to the stomach. Putting pressure on the blood would mean giving up your saw hand...Hona's going to kill you, via bloodloss or in battle. "Vhat a voman!" She compliments you, already to your side... You've lost the ability to track her movements in your fatigue. Righting your spacing and facing her again, you instinctively back up.You're scared.
>>2332730> [DETERMINATION] Spit into the dirt. "Fuck you Lisbeth."> [PRIDE] Is that your best> [LOVE] Hona... it's alright, just stop.> [FEAR] Kick up a dust cloud and try to hide> [CURIOSITY] Why are you doing this?> Write-In
>>2332735>[LOVE] Hona... it’s alright, just stop.
>>2332735> [DETERMINATION] Spit into the dirt. "Fuck you Lisbeth."Ima bitch slap you so hardAnd put you in time out
>>2332735>> [LOVE] Hona... it's alright, just stop.
>>2332740>>2332737I dont think love is going to win us the dayGota beat her ass downMan she is still pissy about fox boy
>>2332735>Write-InKick up the dust like with fear and then throw out our saw to activate on the pull so we can get in and hit her with our saw, activate chink in the chain when we do.No holding back here anons.
>>2332759To clarify:SmokescreenOn the pullChink in the chainSaw attack?Because To hit her with the saw again, you'd probably need to undo the on the pull wire restraint.Otherwise a valid combo.
>>2332767Yeah that's the exact order I want.You got it boss.
>>2332767Oh and we should probably aim for the legs when we go for this. We'll actually need to strategize.
>>2332759Supporting. However, we need to aim for the tender parts of her legs, make sure she can't fucking walk before we go in for a serious blow.
>>2332784>>2332778>>2332772>>2332770>>2332759>>2332743>>2332740>>2332739>>2332737Tied between> Love> Write-in; smokescreen into on the pull into chink the chain enhanced hamstringing.Giving 15 minutes before I call.
I will simply ask what makes you think that sensibly we will be able to pull her back with words and if we're wrong we may die. That's if we're lucky.
>>2332797> Write-in; smokescreen into on the pull into chink the chain enhanced hamstringing.
>>2332846>>2332807>>2332805>>2332784>>2332778>>2332772>>2332770>>2332759>>2332743>>2332740>>2332739>>23327371d20 best of 3.Good luck anons.
Rolled 13 (1d20)>>2332851We're gonna fucking need it
Rolled 12 (1d20)>>2332851dice
Rolled 11 (1d20)>>2332851
Rolled 9 (1d20)>>2332851Dice!
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>>2332892>>2332888>>2332862>>2332857>>2332856Called with 13. Last post for tonight coming soon-ish.
> Write-ins Only
Thanks for a fucking crazy run Anons.Take your time thinking of write-ins, this is a very important moment for Purps x Honamurei.I'll try to do some updates tomorrow, Remember pic related.
>>2332975Mind explaining how she has usAre our hands free, such and suchAnd no sell would protect us from the sword blow right?
>>2332979She has a sword at your throat.Other hand is pinning your saw hand's shoulder flat.You can try if you trust the dice.Gonna fix some typos and reup that post.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ldb_5USbcfUInstead of doing anything aggressive you slam your saw into the ground and rev it as hard as possible. As passive as it seems; you do suceed in filling the emerald prison with thick grey smoke that obscures Hona form your view. One thing is sure, the strange tenderness which she watches you act lingers in your mind a second too long for comfort. But you don't tarry, you cannot hesitate for a second. Even as the picture freezes in your brain you're already moving. In fact as soon as her vision is obstructed you combine your enigma and what little agility you can find to get a vantage point in the rubble.Hona rivals you at your peak. You're depowered."Vhat's wrong Purps? Don't you understand vhat zis is?" She calls from within the smokescreen, her voice is more standard and lilting than it has since her instincts or blood. Whatever is causing this insane behaviour took root. "Ve talked about this! Vhen ve said ve loved each other!"Finding your voice is surprisingly hard. Though the basics of a plan form in your mind, "Well,our love seemed a lot more equal than this claiming you're attempting.""Vell Purps,zis is how ve giants love!Ve best and claim our mates!" She's moving, slowly heading towards you. As quietly as you can you throw your weapon up and to the side, the wire extending and extending as it attempts to stealthily lasso Hona. "Vhat zis is, is ze most important fight of my life! It proves I love you Purps! Ve are doing vhat vould be like a marriage offer to my people!""If you guys actually had marriage-" You throw in sardonically."Vell of course no metaphor is-" As you feel the saw begin looping around Honamurei's wrist you can feel her entire body stop and tense. She doesn't even need to try to resist your attempts to pull her closer, "Vell if you vanted to come close!"With enough force that your head whips back and your legs buckle; she tugs on the wire and brings you hurtling towards her like a rocket. You see her raise up her sword like a victorious general as she stares down at your beaten body flying towards her; her grin is picture perfect as it slashes down, carving through your stomach and intestines before the force sends you to the ground in a pile of blood and bone.A flicker of fear, even swifter than she is. You hold onto that sight depserately as you cry out again. She feels like she needs to do this - but beyond her usual battle thrill maybe she's stopped enjoying this, perhaps some level is disgusted watching her beat her lover. No matter how quickly the feverish light returns to her eyes in full force. "Vhat pretty cries my love..." She strokes a hair out of your eyes and kisses you, the blood from her broken nose and your wounded face mixing. She slips you some tongue before pulling away, "Have you broken yet? Vill you be mine now?" The question sounds flirty, but her sword lingers against your throat.
It's going to be weird reading this thread back on archive: Not to future me and anons - I deleted and redid some posts this thread due to misformat or typo pandemics.
>>2332994>"Beat me at full strength first, babe."
>>2333032ThisThrow in a>"Until you beat me fair and square I'll never be broken and I'll never be yours."Better get that no sell ready for a counter if she stabs us still.
>>2333005Idk call her out on her bulllshitHurt that kid that badlyIm pissedUn brokenFight at full power then we will seeAlso this isnt the way i wana love you
>>2333252>>2333123>>2333032Wont be able to write for quite a while.But roll me 1d20 best of 3.
Rolled 8 (1d20)>>2334565
Rolled 10 (1d20)>>2334565
Rolled 20 (1d20)>>2334565
>>2334747>>2334579>>2334576Calling the rolls before y'all fuck this up.
Rolled 1 (1d20)>>2334565Heres the fuck up
>>2334758Aren't you lucky I'm merciful.
>>2334753Since when are you this niceOmfg i called itBut youl alredy called for teh 20 so all good then??
>>2334763Your a saint among the qms
>>2334799Thank you bluanon.
>>2334799Please don't stroke his ego, He bullies us.
>>2334854Yes he dose but at this point he diddnt
>>2335132>>2334854>>2334799>>2334765>>2334760>>2334758>>2334747>>2334579>>2334576https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ouaVQOH4VxIWith a snarl you rise, kicking in the dirt and scrabbling against her grip. Either she does not fight you very hard or you dig some extra effort out of somewhere because you rise. Pushing her off you with sheer determination and effort, her renewed grip on the sword is unable to pierce your throat as you no sell it. She lets you go and steps back, appreciating every inch of the view in front of her.Your legs are bowed and shaky as you step forwards, the saw in your hand slicing down at her twice and thrice. Not a one is quick enough or hard enough to cause her discomfort or trouble and she swats them aside with the back of her hand. "Vhy do you keep resisting?""Because... you will only break me, when you beat me -" She moves and you can't follow it, suddenly feeling cold as you fall backwards, "...at full strength..." The words are drowned in blood as she seems to rise further and further away from you.It is a sudden end to your descent when Honamurei's blade digs deep into the dirt and leaves you stuck and impaled. Shuddering and shivering overtakes you as the wound tears or breaks something in your spine... Honamurei no longer looks happy at your wounds, no longer bearing that feverish lustful gaze.. She falls to her knees right next to you."Vhy? Vhy von't you just break for me?" She asks quietly, seemingly to herself rather than you. "Vhy aren't I strong enough!?" She screams, wrapping both hands around your sawhand. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... Ve can be together... Just break for me... Don't die!" At this point she's audible to the entirety of the class not evacuated, "Just BREAK!"Well... your vision's already fading and the small grip you have on her two hands is starting to be harder and harder to maintain. In a delerious state, you manage to shuffle closer to Honamurei, almost leaning on her chest despite being pinned to the ground by the crimson blade. You're dead, but what will be your final words this time?> Write-In> [PRIDE] Not... yet.> [LOVE] Your broke me Lisbeth... I'm yours> [BITTERNESS] You're going to pay for this> [RELIEF] It's okay... You're okay Lisbeth
>>2335456>> [LOVE] Your broke me Lisbeth... I'm yours
>>2335456> [PRIDE] Not... yet.
(The nat 20 allowed you to get up, take some swings at her and no sell her attempt to slit your throat btw)
>>2335456>> [PRIDE] Not... yet.
>>2335456[AROUSAL] "Q-quick, it is not necrophilia if you start before I die"
>>2335456>> [RELIEF] It's okay... You're okay LisbethFFS Hona. We are not a giant stop trying to play stupid giant games with us. This girl had some trust issues, first she runs off because she is jealous of Torrin, now thinks she had to take away our agency to have a relationship with her.Didn't previous us dominate a whole clan of giants once? And we got killed by one horny one.What happens when we come to life after all these people saw us die?
>>2335485Alot of questions are going to be asked and lex is gonna have a hell of a time trying to answer them. That is if we aren't thrown out.
>>2335456> [PRIDE] Not... yet.Dont give in
>>2335485I know shes beening a cunt berry right now.But we didnt beat a whole gaint clane we killed 2 of them to join then we got killed by our boss
So anons wanna bet on what the dealer may put up as options?
>>2335524Our chill?Zen idk
>>2335456> [RELIEF] It's okay... You're okay Lisbeth
>>2335456Actually for real switching to [Relief]
I was trying to find that time when Hona made us promise not to die anymore but it turns out that was Luc, she just wanted us to be less reckless (yeah right) http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/798209/#p800398
>>2335456>[RELIEF] “It’s okay... you’re okay, Lisbeth.”
Rolled 1 (1d2)>>2335575>>2335566>>2336357>>2335485RELIEF (1)>>2335461>>2335470>>2335489>>2335503PRIDE (2)Surprising nobody, it's a tie.
>>2335461>>2335470>>2335489>>2335503>>2335575>>2335566>>2336357>>2335485With a shaking and weak hand you manage to shake free her grip and meekly cup her cheek. As you stroke above her red stained mouth with your thumb you manage to somewhats clear her lips of blood. Honamurei's eye waters at this and like a dam breaking the tears fall. Something about this makes you smile as your body feels light and far away, everything beyond her bloodstained and despairing face disappearing for you, Lisbeth begins stuttering and blabbering; "Shhhh." You console her, "It's okay...." The grip on your hand is delicate and she seems to snuggle into it a little, as if she is expecting you to break in a million pieces but can't help but want to hold you close "But I-" killed you her lips start to say before you shush her again."It's okay Lisbeth... You're okay...." With a cough, blood begins pouring down your chin again and red dots splatter across Honamurei's face and cheeks. She just keeps muttering apologies, her vocal chords in constant flux as you're brought halfway off the sword to be held. You die in your lover's arms, heart stopping painlessly and the breathing ceasing with one last, final gasp. The last thing you see, is Honamurei's eye widening, for once looking paler than you ever could.From feeling nothing on the cold scarred ground, with your lover's grief cascading upon you; you are now delightfully warm and comfortable. Seated on a concerningly fmailiar leather backed official chair, the desk in front of you has nobody seated; nor any other sign of activity. Other than the absence of The Dealer, his realm is the same, from wood paneled walls to impossibly shiny floor.> Wait patiently for him. > Examine his desk> Try to leave the office> Call out to him> Write-In
>>2337833> Examine his desk
>>2337833>Examine his deskMaybe we can find the answers to the test.
>>2337833>> Examine his desk
>>2337833>> Wait patiently for him.
>>2337833>Examine his desk
>>2339019>>2338994>>2338013>>2337943>>2337908>>2337875>>2337862>>2337838Biting down your frustration you simply sit and look at the strange array of documents and objects on the dealer's desk. The language is incomprehensible to you and what you can ascerain from the simple and colourful images is limited; according to the image % of something is represented by the large green bars and you spot the words Munis and Nuplan along the other axis...Aside from that the, most interesting feature of the desk is the square black glass surface that reflects your face back at you like some queer mirror and the fact that when the desk's material catches the light; thousands of screaming faces in miniature blink in unison. In a word... the office is boring an empty. Until the door opens and shuts with a thud and a humanoid wave of ichor floats in the door. "I simply cannot believe that I have to rechedule my meetings because some ungrateful, incompetant, uncooperative speck of dirt finds itself totally incapable of staying alive for any reasonable amount of time." You seem to wink out of existense for a second and the office is totally replaced by an unending void of brown flowing mud... The smell unlike anything you've ever experienced as you entire body seems to be filled with nothing but stinging leaves. His voice comes from everywhere, as a eight foot high and two hundred foot wide mouth parts in the void; "I am not your personal insurance policy. I will be taking my pound of flesh from you. Heed this warning, for it is certain and inalienable; if you continue your current silence, derision and fear towards me- and do not stop this quite frankly disgusting lack of self preservation; then I will continue my cruelty and harsh teachings beyond this meeting."As you attempt to croak out a response, something catches in your throat and is coughed free. In place of pleghm or mucus... Two orbs float in front of you, a pink orb and a purple orb. "You value your pride. But also cherish your love." His voice sounds infuriatingly pleased with himself. "One of which is mine the other you can keep. Decide."> Sacrifice [LOVE]> Sacrifice [PRIDE]
>>2343898> Sacrifice [LOVE]
>>2343898>> Sacrifice [PRIDE]
>>2343898This is tough because we use Minerva's flame all the time. But I tend to prefer role play over mechanics so>Sacrifice [PRIDE]Maybe we will die less without it.
>>2343898>> Sacrifice [LOVE]
>>2343898> Sacrifice [PRIDE]Lantern is really freakin' nice, but IIRC it helps us out about as often as it doesn't when we pop it. It just looks really freakin' cool.Meh, we can invent better.
>>2343920Actually pride is also what gave us divine zenPride + Zen = Divine zen
Yeah... For those new orunaware I usually describe Purps' power states as:Kaioken = LanternSSJ1 = ZenSSJ2 = Divine Zen.
I'm giving this another hour. It will be the last post for this thread.
Star's said shit has come up for him so he may be held up.
>>2337833> Sacrifice [LOVE]
>>2344101>>2344064>>2344049>>2344011>>2343925>>2343920>>2343910>>2343905>>2343902>>2343901Called the vote. Will Tally soon.
>>2344145We're Tied.I absolutely refuse to roll to break this. So I'm setting a deadline of 10pm GMT.
>>2344145> Sacrifice [LOVE]
>>2344145> Sacrifice [LOVE]It is an overrated thing.
>>2344544>>2344542>>2344453>>2344391>>2344382>>2344377Calling. It's time to sacrifice Love.WEW BOYES.
Do we have empathy or compassion? We should do away with those too
Oh shit, we should have thrown both in an asked for a cool armor instead!
>>2344603Or for a dick. Minerva knows we could use one.
yeah real nice sacrifice character development for gains; real nice. I'm out, be back in 2 or 3 threads when this shit has hopefully blown over. Can't bare to see how cringe this is going to be live.
>>2344651Don't worry, we can make it work with lust.
>>2344671You fool, if you bait this hard, people will actually believe it.
>>2344671>>2344676It's fine, we just have to be rid of Shame as well
Still, bet max love is ssgss power level wise
>>2344713That would be Anger I bet
>>2344101>>2344064>>2344049>>2344011>>2343925>>2343920>>2343910>>2343905>>2343902>>2343901>>2344544>>2344542>>2344453>>2344391>>2344382>>2344377For hours you seem to sit there, staring at the two floating balls of energy. Every single moment of every single minute of every single hour seeming to dredge by in bitter slowness as your stomach churns. The very second thing you ever discovered about yourself, pride in fact; you have really defined yourself on your Pride.From the moment you stepped into that encounter between the bandits and Lexington, you've been proud of your power. Revelled in it, revelled in showing it off long before Minerva took an interest in you. But ever since? Your pride has been your power, it has been your identity; who are you without that Pride? Are you anyone?Are you anything?But your Love... The million little moments you've smiled, held hands, brushed your lips on Lisbeth's and felt the entirety of Munis just fall away save for that single point of contact. Nights of shivering into her while unable to fall into a dreamless sleep; the battles side by side. Shaking the foundations of the mighty bridge and awakening a dragon with the sheer power and exultation of your only real conflict. Images of her body, her reactions to you singing, her grip on your hips, her grip on your head...She drives you forward, she urges you to improve, her wound is an anchor that keeps you grounded and from veering off, away from any responsibility consequence or conscience. Lisbeth Honamurei, the debts you ower her, the times you've shared together, the slaying of the dragon, the battles of Rono pass and Mido - she's your partner... The other half of your heart. She awakened all of these feelings within you, stoked the embers of your ressurected heart into a raging fire everytime her flesh brushed against yours. By your side, leading the way, facing you or following; she cared not one bit where she stood so long as she was standing with you. Like an immovable object, your troll lover seemed certain and impassable. Even more than Luc or Lexington, the girl was a fixture in your life, was the support structure on which you built everything you cared for.
>>2344751You reach out, shaking hands toward the purple orb as if expecting steel jaws to clamp down around your hands and tear them free. No such trap occurs as your hands clasp around the ball of light and bring it's scalding hot form closer to you. Whether it is your reluctance, actual weight or the sheer pressure on you... You pull the orb towards your chest and curl around it.Acid bites at your stomach and throat, the hands forcing the ball inside you tremble and you're crying. Gritting your teeth and forcing it inside you, you hold onto your pride and witness the red orb floating away from you towards the splitting gash in reality that makes up the Dealer's mouth. Seeing all of the love you have for Honamurei and all of your capacity to love float away from you is almost too much to bear, in fact you're pretty sure the only thing stopping you running after it is the Dealer's own mastery of his realm... You're helpless and immobile in the fateal position with your glowing chest, eyes unable to move from the crimson orb as it travels.Time and distance numb the pain as the emotion is taken in an almost torturously slow siphon; in place of a ragged tear, he has taken his due in the form of a slow deep cut. It bleeds, but where a physical wound's bleeding makes you weak and cold; this one is making you cold and strong. A hardening of your heart and soul that allows you to open up from your defensive cowering posture; the choice is made. The die is cast in finality as the gargantuan mouth slams shut, sealing off the void of blackness to swallow the emotion whole.You are no longer able to love Lisbeth Honamurei, but you can still protect your friend with your power. You are strong, Minerva stands with you. One day you may be able to love again, but for now you can still cleanse the world of Darnites, protect Hona and Lex from any danger and make sure that everyone graduating from this academy knows you are not to be crossed, trifled with or taken lightly.With clenched fists, you swuare your shoulders and stare challengingly into the brown murky abyss of The Dealer's realm. "I am [THE PURPLE FIREFLY] Dragonslayer and Saviour of Grinnsmon..." The declaration is more to yourself than anyone else, but he responds anyway."Yes you are. A fearsome mortal. Remember my words, for I tire of your self imposed isolation. Good Luck with the troll..." He purrs.
>Weakness leaving the body
>>2344758Everything goes black as you suck stale and dry air into your lungs. Your waking was with a start and your shoulder and head collide with something solid. Wooden, but with no give. Stale air, no lights.Pillow behind your head.Silence.They thought you were dead.Which means they had a funeral buried you.How long were you dead?Actually; they should have burned you, you are Minervan.Did Lexington urge them to bury you?Did Honamurei?Were you prey to some machination or bizarre school policy.Footsteps.A voice, clear and crystal, sends shivers down your spine.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tjw3uWQNEp0With a second to clench your hands into fists, adjust your stance and suck one last breath into your lungs - with Minerva's fury your knuckles strike and break through the coffin; heading toward the voice. Heading towards her.You are Purps.You will not die by being buried the fuck alive.
Pity or Shame is next!
>>2344772> Thread 45 EndWhat a fucking ride Anons. How is pic related feeling after that?
>>2344786I mean it was fuckedLittle birdy gona get spankingLike to see the dealer doing other things and is getting pissy for us dieing all the time
Shill Stuff:Gimme your juice Questions and I will give you some saucy answers.Tw: @StarbornQDiscord Invite: https://discord.gg/WRhxEQb Lewd/Extra Content Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/u/StarbornOPStarborn Thread 0: https://yuki.la/qst/486356Starborn Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=PurpsStarborn CS: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1csg7vC-Yz10aAqk9ZwdCNv24obLGTtM5p6bKkPq1Pgc/edit#
>>2344799Does Pinapple go well with Tomato juice?
>>2344804No. Neck yourself for even thinking of that.
>>2344786Disappointed. Our pride is what got us killed but we still couldn't let it go. Hopefully Hona's guilt at killing us will keep us together long enough for our heart to heal.Where is the arch lector again? We are in a good position to be a nun.
>>2344808Apple juice with coke then?
>>2344816Arch Lector is still in capital.>>2344817Trash. Pic related is only answer.He hasn't visited the Academy yet.
>>2344823Okay, okay, winning combination: Same colour mix. The Nazis swear by it.kiwi and avocado
>>2344835pear and whiskey then? They go hand in hand like penis and hand.
>>2344823If we hang out with the dealer can we up our social link with him so he stops being so fucking bitter
>>2344848Yeah dude is pretty pissed you keep dying while neglecting a source of power that might cut down on the dying thing.Plus how could you not trust a face like this?
>>2344848The Dealer is not bitter he is a gentleman of honor who wants the best for both of us>>2344849Tough customer huh? Okay here is a new oneBeer and Cucumber?Huh? A real crowd pleaser that one.
>important vote while I was asleep>you fuckers picked PrideFuckin end it all now
>>2344954What ever she killed us.She gets no love
>>2345048Our Pride literally killed us, my dude.
>>2345099Idk about thatShe was going to kill that kid that we said we would look out forSo we whent to helpHer blood lust and lust took over( not to metion her bitchness over fox boy)And she was trying to crush and dom us so we would be owned by herAnd from post in the past we are not ok with this behavior so dont know what pride had to do with it.Hopefully this will teach her a lesson
>>2345251>dont know what pride had to do with itBecause we kept picking the pride options instead of defusing the situation by submitting then talking it out later like adults.
>>2345629She wasnt in a talking mood at all people chose a few talking things and didnt work outAnd by submitting we would be leting her think this is ok,the whole dom thing her getting super botchy over fox boyWe would be become her troll mate bitch
>>2345648>She wasnt in a talking moodYes and we could have explained the situational context of our actions when she was in a more reasonable frame of mind. You really think that after she calmed down she wouldn't give any weight to an argument that we were under duress and that what she was doing was not okay? She was putting our current endeavour, our lives, the lives of our fellow students and our relationship at risk.She has lectured us before on reckless behaviour and has shown herself to be capable of reason and empathy.Look up fundamental attribution error, we know her well enough to know that that wasn't who she is.
>>2345987>anon thinks crazy people can be reasoned with properly
>>2346212She's not always crazy, that was my while point.
>>2345987I'm going to ask.You acknowledge she didn't want to talk when we tried to talk and her first response is to gut us.And I'm pretty sure any attempt to continue talking would just be her trying to gut us more.If a crit success isn't going to help us talk things out normally and defuse the situation aren't you being a bit too optimistic?
>>2347286Diffuse it by submitting, not by arguing.
>>2347606>> [LOVE] Hona... I'm yours. But whatever's happening right now has to stop. Please?>This was our first line upon seeing her>She immediately tries to gut us>This line is blatant submission
>>2348429Nah, that's reframing the issue by telling her she has already achieved the outcome she wants and asking her to stop her current course of action.