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Welcome to Starborn Quest. You are Purps.

Apparently you're a rarity in this world; a Starborn able to fight but unaligned in the ongoing struggle between The Republic and The Rebels. Which, while it's nice to be special is a bit of a drag considering you don't know your name, home, date of birth or have any memories at all besides one about climbing a tree.

You've also realzied you're emotionally crippled. Having only a few emotions available to you is a bit taxing. Despite your weirdness you've agreed to be a bodyguard for some old man who was getting attacked by Rebels in exchange for food and cigarettes.

Now you've successfully went undercover and worked out who mugged your boss after some good old fashioned violence. You and your friend Honamurei have neded up in her house, since you can't do anything until the morning.

You shed your disguise as quick as you can, while Honamurei undyes her hair and reduces her breasts and height. You have about 10 minutes before you're allowed to look in her general direction without being a pervert.

> [CURIOSITY] Ask where you can sleep

> [CURIOSITY] Ask if you went too far when fighting

> [GRATITUDE] Thank her for helping clear Doc's name

> Write-In
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>>518976
> [CURIOSITY] Look anyway.
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>>518976
> [GRATITUDE] Thank her for helping clear Doc's name
> [CURIOSITY] Ask where you can sleep
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>>519028

[GRATITUDE] Thanks, stealing.
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>>519028
>>519021

Since it seems like we only got two on at the moment. Fight amongst yourselves.

I'll include peeping (accidentally) regardless.
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>>519058
Eh, I'm fine with the pervert write in
>>519021
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> [CURIOSITY] Ask where you can sleep
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>>519092
>>519028
>>519021

As you wander around the hallway you can't help but wonder, "Where do I sleep?" You hear the jingling of glass again and instinctively glance over to Honamurei. You find that she's applying the same potion that coloured her hair to her... other hair. Wow that's commitment to a gimmick. You look away to save her some embarressment as you slip back into your travelling clothes.

You can dress up as Anna later assuming you find some hair dye potion.

Hona leans her head out the door. "You can eiver share my bed or sleep on couch! Vhichever you prefer Purps!"
You shrug as you try to find something interesting in the empty house. You could go rooting in drawers but that's rude even by your standards, so you;

> Got something to eat or dirnk from the kitchen

> [CURIOSITY] Looked at the very few items on the shelves

> [PRIDE] Wiped off your Buzzsaw with your now non-poison rag

> Write-In
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>>519122
>> [PRIDE] Wiped off your Buzzsaw with your now non-poison rag
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>>519122
>> [PRIDE] Wiped off your Buzzsaw with your now non-poison rag
Ya, we don't strike me as a messy person
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>>519143

You took a seat on the couch and withdrew what was once your disguise rag. It now distinctly did not have any trace of poison, magic or anything dangerous. Gretchen said so. It was now just a rag, one which you would use to clean up your companion.

You ran it over the flat first, getting the worst bits back splatter you could. It was surprisingly easy to bait him into letting you set that maneuver up, you muse. You begin making little circular motions as you begin to lose yourself to the routine.

Your thoughts drift to;

> The Rebellion

> Grinnsmon

> Being Starborn

> Write-In
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>Wow that's commitment to a gimmick
Is the Honamura we know even the real one, or yet another fa├žade?

> [PRIDE] Wiped off your Buzzsaw with your now non-poison rag
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>>519161
> Being Starborn
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>>519163

Hey Shadowrunanon. Good to have you back. Have a wagon.
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>>519171
Thanks for the gibs. Always nice to see you QMing.
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>>519170

Calling for this since it's only vote in about 5-10 minutes.
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>>519236
It's a weekday, after all.
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>>519161

As you tenderly trail the rag over the blades of your buzzsaw, you think about being a Starborn. You're not 100% sure the differences between you and others, you know that you shouldn't be as fast as you are. Even though Hona could keep up with you in a fight, you suspect it's due to her being descended from these badasses everyone fears.

The way you took down what was a strong guy like Gregory, the things you can do... you're a world apart from your average human or any other normal sapient. Are you human? Is being a starborn different from all that. Wizards and witches get ridiculously powerful, so it isn't just your strength setting you apart.

It's now you realize that the Republic has stood for over 400 years. That nobody has mentioned the Senator being the second or the third Senator. He's apparently ruled all that time. Are Starborn immortal? Are you some kind of ancient amnesiac? Are you-

"I think it's clean now Purps!" Hona chirps, blonde and only slightly taller than you once more. She grins before launching a pillow at your head. "Whatcha thinking about?!"

PICK dialogue and sleeping place.

> [CURIOSITY] Are Starborn immortal?

> [CURIOSITY] Am I scary?

> Platonic Bed Snuggling

> Introspective Couch sleeping
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>>519266
> snuggles
Not like introspection will be anything but based on speculation
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>>519266
>> Platonic Bed Snuggling
> [CURIOSITY] Am I scary?
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>>519294

Pick a dialogue as well comrade.
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>>519303
> am I scary
Even though Hona isn't scared of anything!
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> [CURIOSITY] Are Starborn immortal?
> Platonic Bed Snuggling --> [GRATITUDE]
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>>519315
>>519313
>>519300
>>519294

Snuggling and Scary.
Will write once I get some fuel.

Super off topic; but check this shit out.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZc6cr6G2E4&feature=youtu.be
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>>519327
WH40k is a great universe, and I'd say it's also a nice RPG line. The tabletog games will rampage your wallet, though. Khorne-style. Or Slaanesh-style, your masochistic piece of work.
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>>519365

So now I think I know who you are. But I'm Tzeetch All day Erryday.
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>>519373
Unlikely. I am of lurker agency.
Do take note that I don't play the miniatures wargame. Mostly tzeentchian here, but undivided in the end.
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>>519315
>>519313
>>519300
>>519294

You follow her into her bedroom, trying to do your best to be accomodating. You know she is lonely and she's done everything she can for you. This doesn't seem to be seduciton, you think you would know if it was. Would you? Yes. She's wearing clothes. She's definently not seducing you. Even as she pulls back under the covers.

"Big spoon or little spoon Purps!" She calls teasingly over her shoulder.

You are smaller. Logically you are the smaller spoon. You say as much in about as enthusiastic a tone. She smiles as she makes herself comfortable, inviting you to do the same. You slide into bed with all the smoothness of a Golem in a kitchen. Enough so that Hona even giggles. "Now, now Purps. Keep your hands off the goods!"

Your hands weren't even in the bed yet. You roll over trying to get comfy and become the thing you were detined to be; the small spoon. Hona's arms wrap around you and she buries her face in between your shoulder blades affectionately. You feel like you trust her enough to ask something that's really bothered you.

You notice another buzzsaw appear from thin air next to your companion on the floor by the door.

"Hey Hona. I've been thinking. I have something to ask you..." You manage as you stare at the wall totally awake.

"Anything!" She says in her attempt at an indoor voice.

"Am I scary?" You say, only to feel Hona stiffen against your back. You can't tell, but the tension coming off her might mean that the little bird is actually frowning.

"Well Purps... you're... calm. Calculated. Have trouble expressing yourself. To a lot of people your whole standoffish thing is super scary. But not me!" You see her hands wringing. "But... with that comes a lack of empathy. In combat you are so driven, precise and efficient." A sharp intake of breath. "You're not scary to me. In combat I am a little scared, but you in general? No,, you don't scare me. But I think you scare everyone a little."

There's a long pregnant pause. Your thoughts are corroborated but it doesn't satisfy you being right this time.

"You remind me of my mother in a way. Because sometimes scary is good. Everyone is scared of veapon, but when veapon is your veapon is reassures you. That is the way you are scary Purps. You are a big gun in a world of sharpened sticks." She squeezes you tighter. "But tonight you are my little spoon and that is enough."

> [GRATITUDE] Thank her for her honesty

> [CURIOSITY] Ask about her mother

> Sleep

> Write-In
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Just realized didn't post character sheets or twatter, god damn it.

Tw: @StarbornQ
Cs: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1csg7vC-Yz10aAqk9ZwdCNv24obLGTtM5p6bKkPq1Pgc/edit#heading=h.74gk3dg6mvjp
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>>519456
>> [GRATITUDE] Thank her for her honesty
>[DETERMINATION] I'm going to be the best little spoon!
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>>519487
Like no one ever was.
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>>519487

Calling for gratitude in 5-10 unless i get another vote. Might be last post for the night.
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>>519566
I was taking on the side of [DETERMINATION], though...
Oh well, let the story go on..
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>>519571
> not wanting to be awkward spoon
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>>519588

We will be little spoon regardless. And we try to be the best at everything we do. I just honestly have no clue how to write Purps being super determined about it.
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>>519519

You reach up and give her hand a squeeze as you shut your eyes. "Thank you for being honest Hona." You say, noticing how odd your monotone voice sounds in an intimiate setting like a bedroom.

You feel like she was opening her mouth to say something, but she just snuggles into the back of your neck instead. Tension melts off you when Hona's even breathing starts to assault the back of your neck.

If your eyes were open, they would be a sea of crimson filled with detemrination as you resolve to do what you can to stave off Hona's loneliness. You might be emotionally crippled; but you will be the best friend you can be. For now, that means being a great little spoon and trying not to think about how Hona is squeezing you hard in an awkward area.

> PAUSING FOR NOW

Decision for next:

> You wake up early and try to make breakfast for the two of you

> You cannot extricate yourself from Hona's vicegrip

> Dream
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> You wake up early and try to make breakfast for the two of you
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>>519613
>> Dream
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>>519613
>> Dream
Might need some more plot soon if the old man isn't up to anything interesting in the morning.

Then in the morning
> You wake up early and try to make breakfast for the two of you
But can we cook? Lets find out!
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>>519881
Mmm... could be cool. Supporting secondary.
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>>519881
lets do this
yer do we know how to cook?
would we use the wepons to try to cut up the food?
would make wakeing up to it funny
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>Dream
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Checking in from being busy briefly.

Looks like
> Dream
&
> Cook

mixed together?
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>>520227
>Y
But sequentially, because if we do them at the same time we might burn the house down. Sleep cooking, wow.
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>>520217
>>520132
>>519898
>>519881
>>519801
>>519635

Writing for this while in the waiting room. Forgive any typos in next post.
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>>520132
>>519898
>>519881
>>519801

You drift off to sleep, eyes slowly dropping as the embrace of sleep claims you. It's nice sleeping in a bed and you think you could get used to the warmth of someone behind you. Your last thought is that this might be the first time someone ever held you like this.

You dream.

A city made of grass stretches out before you, the buildings swaying in the wind of an approaching storm. You don't recognise this place, the roads are all wrong; turning back on each other every so often like they were drawn by a toddler. The windows are made of water and the people are nothing but flickering blue outlines. Every so often one seems to solidify, before being blown away in the wind.

You are unarmed. You are holding a very fancy umbrella.

> Follow the impossible road

> Approach a blue shade

> Enter a building.
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>>520290
>Follow the impossible road
And be ready to cover our head with an umbrella.
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>>520290
>> Follow the impossible road
And we definately arn't unarmed https://youtu.be/tukQDg22o9M?t=1m15s
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>>520295
>>520302

Writing once home.
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>>520295

You follow the road for an eternity of seconds and descend upwards to the crest of a hill. There is a rather prominent tree on it and a little circle of fires. The fires emnate cold to the point where you shiver. But the eye catching thing is the tree itself, it stands tall and mighty and each branch has a branch of a differing colour coming off of it.

There are no leaves and the more you stare at the tree the more fog seems to swirl around it and obscure it from your vision. You notice four fruits hanging off it.

> Grab the Twisting Colour changing one

> Grab the flaming one

> Grab the reflective one

> Grab the wrinkled one with blue and yellow stripes.
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Sorry about lateness, internet being a bitch.

I got another 40 odd minutes until I gotta go again. I'll say when we're pausing until Wednesday night.
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>>520317
> Grab the reflective one.

Reflective? Introspective? Contemplative? Learn more about ourselves?
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>>520320
Maybe awesome powers that reflect or reverse other star born abilities?
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>>520317
>> Grab the reflective one
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>>520324

As you grab the fruit you see yourself. You look... older.... there's a power about your face. You smile as the you bite into the fruit. Juice runs down your chin and as you take that first bite the tree and the hill vanishes.

In it's place?

You're fighting the midget rebel, gracefully staying out of his range. The vision reaches it finale; you claiming the small man's life without taking a single hit.

To your right another appears, you flying across rooftops. The rooftops fading and reforming in blue fog as your feet grace them.

You at the festival dancing. Hona and the other's replaced by blue shades. You are wrapped in flames even before you ignite your blades. Tornin on the other hand is wrapped in darkness throughout his performance. The visions all loop as you stand there alone.

You winning at cards.

You helping Momo.

You and Marie destroying those rebels.

But there's one you don't remember. It seems out of focus almost, the shades less physical, you look down and notice that you're wearing that frilly dress from your only memory. When you look at the vision you don't remember you are;

> Running

> Leaping

> Wounded

> Write-In
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>>520334
>Wounded

Curiosity.
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>>520334
> Wounded
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>>520334
>> Wounded, the dress becoming more and more tattered
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>>520338
>>520337
>>520335

Writing. Nice to know I'm predictable enough for c/RH
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>>520337
>>520335

Your dress is stained. You feel your right eye close shut from swelling, yet somehow your vision is unimpeded... Someone has slashed you across the stomach. It feels like an arrow is embedded in your side. Burns are running up your arm now...

You watch the vision.

Dark shades, just like tornin was. Surround you. You are trying to sidestep and duck and weave but there's so many of them. Three of the enemies fall to your blade and an axe lodges into your arm. You scream in the present and the vison as your arm is taken off at the elbow.

Something changes in the vision, despite your vision blurring from what you assume is bloodloss from the vision's wounds. Another shade, purple. Large. Charges in from the side, despite fighting against another purple shade. The two of them are nothing more than wisps they move so fast. They are fighitng each other while one of them strikes down your attackers.

One of the purple shades disengages and drops his sword. Instead of surrender instead powerful magic lashes from his hands and strikes vision-you.... both of you fly farther than believable.... you hear a terrifyingly loud crack as you wake up.

The covers are thrown off of the two of you as Honamurei strokes your hair in her sleep. You are sweating profusely and your heart is beating a hundred miles an hour. Eventually you return to your normal state and somehow slither out of the blonde guard's grip, patting yourself down you find a crunched cigarette in your travelling clothes.

Time to cook.

PAUSED HERE

> You can cook some meat and eggs right?

> Okay youe think that this plant can be boiled and put on bread to make some kind of fancy dish.

> Juice. you cannot mess up juice right

> Write-In
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And with the dream posts done we are paused until I come back. Thank you for playing those who were here. Feedback anywhere anytime please.
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>>520348
> Juice. you cannot mess up juice right?

Sucks to wake up to your house on fire.
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What did we find out? Purps can totally learn and use magic!
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>>520348
>You can cook some meat and eggs right?

I bet we can't.
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>>520348
>> Juice. you cannot mess up juice right
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>>520348
>> You can cook some meat and eggs right?
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>>520348
>> You can cook some meat and eggs right?
Sounds easy
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>>520348
>> You can cook some meat and eggs right?
fuck that up try to make toast with that plant spred it burns the breads or makes a very bad smeel so you end up making hte juice since its the only thing that didnt die on you
so combine all of them somewhow
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>>520348
> Juice. you cannot mess up juice right
For the fruity lass. Energizing like a citrus, entrancing as a passionfruit.
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>>520358
>>520377
>>521101
>>521307

For Meat & Eggs

>>520353
>>520375
>>521669

Juice.

Writing for Meat.
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>>520377
>>521101
>>521307

You notice a fluffy white owl peaking at you through the front window as you gather ingredients. Six big eggs, you think they might be Thistletongue eggs, though you cannot remember what that is or how you know.

You crack the eggs, and look at the thing in the kitchen you know is supposed to cook, boil or whatever. Apparently you push certain buttons which activate certain enchantments on certain parts that do certain funcitons involved in cooking.

You have never used one of these before.

You do however know how to cook on open flame. So you could just go behind the house and cook breakfast.

> [CURIOSITY] Cook using the magic cooker

> You don't want to burn this place down, make a campfire out back.
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>>521872
>> [CURIOSITY] Cook using the magic cooker
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>>521872
>> [CURIOSITY] Cook using the magic cooker
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>>521876
>>521878

Writing.
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>>521878
>>521876

You look at the magic thing and all of it's buttons. This is simple. You put the eggs in one pan and the meat in the other. You can do this. You look at the buttons, grill, broil, fry, boil, sear. This is not simple. Your finger hovers over the buttons, you're uncertain what to do.

You can't do this.

You look at the little owl as it taps on the window. Trying to ignore it you're about to press a button when it starts pecking the window even more frantically. This is a weird owl.

> Ignore him. Cooking.

> [CURIOSITY] Open the window

> Write-In
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>>521882
>> Ignore him. Cooking
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>>521882
>> [CURIOSITY] Open the window
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>>521887
>>521884

Fight amongst yourself for Tiebreak.
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>>521882
>> [CURIOSITY] Open the window
This owl wants something. Evane if it is just Hona's breakfast it'll be worth a chuckle.

>>521870
What is this the most contentious vote of the quest?
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>>521882
>> [CURIOSITY] Open the window
ask if thise are her eggs? or if it knows how to cook?
push all the things?
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>>521902
>>521905
>>521887

Writing in a bit.

Also most contentious votes was: in character creation.

A brutal gender war broke out and was only settled via the neutralists who declared

"She shall be a a tomboy"

One anon even quit saying;

"Another female protag quest. Fuck this shit i'm out"

Also yeah, i'll write once im done heaving my guts out.
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>>521906
man i rember i was there
also that fag voted for a girl char as well wich just adding to the wtf
bet he still lucks here
can we do the cooking singing?
whats this whats this i think it gose in here etc
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You let the owl in. Noting that it flies straight for the cooker. Before it reaches it you step in front of it. It stops itself in a flailing of wings before it collides with your face.

"Do you know how to cook?" You ask with all the fury of a Ginean inquisitor... again with the expressions you don't understand...

"Hoo."

You honestly don't know what you expected. But it wasn't for the Owl to perch on a seat and peck one of the buttons. The machine emits a steady glow of green as the kitchen is filled with the hiss of meat and egg cooking.

The owl turns and blinks at you. You feel like it is being smug.

> [GRATITUDE] Good girl

> Ok. This is unexpected

> Write-In
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>>521912
>> [GRATITUDE] Good girl
would you like some?
have your littel bird have breaky with you and an owl
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>>521912
>> Ok. This is unexpected
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>>521912
>[GRATITUDE] Good girl
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>>521920
>>521915

Writing once I'm off phone.
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>>521915

You stare for a moment at the smug fucing owl before going over and scratching her chin. "good girl." You coo/mutter. She puffs herself up at your praise and when you hit a certain spot she deems you worthy of response.

"Hoo."

Yes quite.

You sucessfully cook 2-4 servings of what you think is cockatrice bacon and Fried thistletongue eggs. Totally on your own with no help from what appears to be the smuggest fucking sentient owl on Munis.

Wait, are sentient/sapient owls a thing?

You ponder this as you see Hona drag herself into a chair at the small dining table. The usually chipper blonde paints a different picture in the morning. Her hair is covering most of her face and her only communication is in gestures and grunts.

Smug fuck perches on your shoulder like she wants some of the credit as you serve breakfast.

You think two grunts is thank you.

You begin tucking in to your breakfast and feeding Smug Fuck some of your bacon. Today's going to be a good day. When you're almost done the meal you;

> Notice a little message on Smug Fuck's leg.

> Ask Hona-zombie if she knows who's fucking owl has adopted you
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>>521971
>> Notice a little message on Smug Fuck's leg.
Also this is how we will call it, not just owl but Smug Fuck.
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>>521971
>> Notice a little message on Smug Fuck's leg.
Maybe ask her why she has an oven made for owls instead of people.
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>>521971
>> Notice a little message on Smug Fuck's leg
Ask smug fuck if she would like for us to be her owner.
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>>521989
>>521983
>>521977

Writing.
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>>521977

As you are feeding Smug Fuck one of the strips of bacon you notice a little note on her leg. Using your great powers of distracting an animal with food, you unravel the note in your other hand and take a quick read.

Hello Purple haired woman. I would just like to thank you for helping my guard shut down those criminals mugging people. I sent Frieda here to find you. Please treat her well, I'll know if you don't because I see through her! By the fire whoever this is actually doddle a winking owlman. Weirdo. Please make sure Doctor Lexington sticks around for a while. I'll be arriving in Grinnsmon soon and would love to meet you. Sincerely, Captain Matthieu Remy of the Grand Republic of Ardinheim, Mayor of Grinnsmon

You look at Smug Fuck and the smugness intensifies.

> [PRIDE] Tell her she's still a Smug Fuck

> [CURIOSITY] Ask about the mayor

> Tell Hona the owl is a spy

> Write-In Other reaction
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>>522006
>> Tell Hona the owl is a spy
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>>522006
>> [PRIDE] Tell her she's still a Smug Fuck
> Tell Hona the owl is a spy
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>>522013
Supporting
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>>522013
>>522007

"You're still a smug fuck." You say to the owl, who will always be Smug Fuck regardless of her name being Frieda.

"Hmm?" Hona says in what is the most coherent she has been all morning.

"Oh this owl is a spy. Apparently it belongs to the Mayor of this town. Does a certain Matthieu Remy mean anything?" You ask.

"Oh yeah!" She's trying to be chipper. Is she hungover or just really not a morning person. "He's the mayor. Good guy! He's managed to keep us out of this rebel thing; so what did he say?"

You run down the letter.

"Nice! You might be able to wrangle somewhere to live!" Hona begins to chirp on.

You think you'd like that... but you promised Lex...

> Ask when you can go get Lex

> Ask if she wants to do anything before work

> Write-In

PAUSED UNTIL AFTER WORK.

FEEDBACK ANYTIME ANYWHERE.

Hit up the twatter to tweet at me twats so I know how I'm doing and what you expect. Will post when I'm home from work on there. I'm thnking it'll be late as fuck-oclock.
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>>522029
>> Ask when you can go get Lex
>> Ask if she wants to do anything before work
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>>522029
>> Ask if she wants to do anything before work
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>>522029
>> Ask when you can go get Lex
>> Ask if she wants to do anything before work
Do you think I can keep Smug Fuck?
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>>522029
> Ask when you can go get Lex
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>>522042
>>522039
>>522031

"So when do we get Lex?" You ask as you pet Smug Fuck.

"Once I start work in three hours! So we have some time to do nothing! She smiles as she goes to prcure juice from the coldbox. As much as her house lacks any painting or creature comforts you got to admit her kitchen is ridiculously well put together. All this enchanted stuff must've cost a fortune, unless Gretchen and Muriel have that talent... she did say they were close.

"Hoo."

"Oh yeah, think I can keep Smug Fuck here?" You ask as she guzzles down juice like a mermaid in a dessert.

She exhales in satisfaction. That must have quenched a massive first "Nah if it's one of the mayor's spies - then probably a familiar or part of his enigma or something! But we can get you a pet at the market if you'd like! You have 82,000GP to collect after all!"

Oh yeah. You forgot about that.

"Only 2k is mine. But what would you like to do until you start work?" You ask.

"We are going shopping."

"We're going shopping?" You parrot.

"Hoo."

"We are." You tell Smug Fuck

"Yes we are!" Hona cheers as she begins packing up the aftermath of a breakfast.

If it was possible for an owl to pout you think it would.

What are you looking for at the market;

> Pet

> Jewellry

> Clothing

> Something for Lexington

> Write-In

(Budget 2,550GP We'll say increase is some bounty)
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>>522205
>> Jewellry
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Everyone post here about how my boss is an idiot.

Whoever insults him most creatively can ask any one quesiton about the quest so far and get an answer.
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>>522205
>> Jewellry
>> Clothing
Purps might not be vain but looking professional has its benifits, also we can avoid death-rags and such.
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>>522205
>> Pet
Going to go find our own Smug Fuck
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>>522224
>>522206

Gonna wait for some more votes. since this might be quite a few posts worth off this decision.
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>>522263
Can we look for a couple of things? If so, I'll change >>522261to pet and professional clothing.
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>>522207
So I assume a sentient pile of shit is a good way to describe him, or would it be flattering to him.
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>>522205
>Clothing
Do we even know what we like? Also, skirts are bad for wire-flying.
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It's looking like clothing so far. I'll remove that from voting and let you guys revote out of the remaining choices for what else.

Quote this post for second item.

> Pet

> Jewelary

> Something for Lex

> Write-In
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>>522289
>> Jewelary
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>>522289
>> Pet
We need some smug ferret or fantasy animal.
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>>522297
>>522295

Got 10 more minutes.
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>>522289
>> Jewelary
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>>522373
>>522295

Writing once internet sorts out.
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You ask Hona if you can go out and find clothes. She kind of humms and haws but relents when you remind her that you need something that isn't just travelling clothes.

As tough as they are they're going to need washed soon. So she begins rather despondently leading around the market as countless stalls are being set up. Over to your left a man is unloading cages, But you are lead to your right and over the overhanging bridge that you remember Honamurei standing on when you were incognito with your death-rag hair scarf.

But she takes you to a clothes vendor and you see your options. As you are exmaining them you see three options in your size. Smug Fuck/Frieda hops off your shoulder onto the marchant's shoulder.

"Hoo." he declares smugly.

> 130GP White top. Travelling Skirt for warm climates.

> 400 GP What looks like a guard uniform except in red and white instead of black and silver. Smart, but rebels might mistake you for a guard officer

> 325GP Striking White Jacket with black sleeves. Thin Red t shirt underneath. Comfortable travelling trousers.

> ????? A box at the back has clothing, but the merchant hasn't offered it. Hona seems curious about it.
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>>522481
>> 325GP Striking White Jacket with black sleeves. Thin Red t shirt underneath. Comfortable travelling trousers.
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Outfit 1
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>>522481
>> 325GP Striking White Jacket with black sleeves. Thin Red t shirt underneath. Comfortable travelling trousers.
>> ????? A box at the back has clothing, but the merchant hasn't offered it. Hona seems curious about it.
Also mystery box is best
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Ignore blatant "not Purps-ness"

Outfit 2
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>>522491

I MEANT 3 FML
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Here seen on flat chested Hona
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>>522481
>> 325GP Striking White Jacket with black sleeves. Thin Red t shirt underneath. Comfortable travelling trousers.
>> ????? A box at the back has clothing, but the merchant hasn't offered it. Hona seems curious about it.
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Looks like asking about the mystery box while we buying the jacket?
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>>522207
Oooh, a nurgling for a boss. How quaint. Maybe he'll giggle if you tickle his fallen off pickle.
Or just make him flee with sanitizer.
>>522512
Yes. Might be a gift for the old fart. Or Hona.
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>>522500
>>522490
>>522484

You retreat behind the curtained box of privacy. Droping your travelling clothes into a neat and precise heap.

The red t shirt is nice and comfortable. The trousers feel like they could take a beating from travel; but you could also envision wearing them in a fight or for a period of time. Finally comes the snazzy black and white jacket.

For 325 gold this is an absolute steal. Not quite the full formal experience, but you weren't exactly looking to have random people kissing your hand...

Coming out in your brand spanking new outfit. You can't help but feel proud. Hona gives out an appreciative low whistle. "Looking good Purps! Are you planning on seeing another voman! eh?"

As you're paying up however. You notice that the marchant hasn't said anything about the ornate box behind him.

He tentavely asks if you're sure you want to see inside it, nobody's ever been interested in it since his father owned the stall.

> I am sure

> Leave it I guess.

Budget (2175GP)
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>>522584
>> Leave it I guess.
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>>522584
>> I am sure
>>At worst its fetishware
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>>522584
> I am sure
[CURIOSITY]
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>>522602

Yeah my formatting is all over the place. It sucks because I was so happy with like 60-75% of the writing this chapter. just since the work shit I've struggled.
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>>522584
> I am sure.

For gods sake man, its the fucking mystery box!
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>>522622
>>522602
>>522595

Writing.

This will be interesting.
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>>522622
>>522602
>>522595

He spins a lock of the kind you've only seen on bank vaults. Then opens the lid with a grunt of effort hinting that this box might be made of steelwood or even metal. When the box is open he asks you to help in clearing the table. You and honamurei dutifully help, clearing the full table.

He lays out sheets of paper. "Don't worry it'll be evident when I turn them over."

As he turns them over you see the same coat of arms, a variety of sizes. Styles. Some on shoulder patch sized, some for the back of clothing and there's even some designed for banners.

Each coat of arms is the same. A purple shield with two ruby swords flanking a Golden Griffon.

"Now I know they're not any house we know. But I can transfer them onto your clothes for free, it'll take about 5 minutes. Plus I can guarentee no company or guild owns this symbol. Me Uncle travelled looking for a reward but couldn't shift them."

He's sweating. He [b[really[/b] wants to sell these banners.

"Make me an offer."

> A gold per, with free transfer. (100GP)

> Two gold per with free transfer. (200GP)

> Write-In
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>>522777
>For now I'll take one for a gold and show it to my employer, see what he has to say about it.
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>>522813
I'm not quite certain we'll have time to show it to Lex before the next event.

> Two gold per with free transfer. (200GP)
Take the rest / have them delivered to the wagon.
Or is that the so-called free transfer?
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>>522829
If we dont have the time this will work.
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>>522777
>> Two gold per with free transfer. (200GP
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>>522872
>>522838
>>522829

"Two Gold each. Transfers free."

"No problem. Leave any clothes with me here, I'll transfer and then you can come and pick everything up once you're done shopping."

"Haha looks like you got something special here Purps! Very you!" She slaps you on the back while you consider what to get your new coat of arms on.

1975GP Left

> Get New outfit + travelling clothes emblazoned.

> New outfit, Travelling + 1 Hona outfit

> New outfit

> Traveller Only

> Write-In
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>>522946
>> Get New outfit + travelling clothes emblazoned.
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>>522946
> New outfit
Let's keep an emblem-free set of travelling clothes.
Or should we also take one to also emblazon
> 130GP White top. Travelling Skirt for warm climates.
?
Or we could get some equipment of our own (a ppair of daggers, etc.) No need for jewelry with the coats of arms, and I'm against pets atm.
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>>523044


I will just say getting more melee weapons might not be worthwhile.
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Not so much weapons as utility tools.
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Just waiting on another vote or two.
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>>522946
>> Get New outfit + travelling clothes emblazoned.
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>>523263
>>523044
>>522955

New & Travelling clothes. Will write up and then let us pick next destination.
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You head back into his little changing curtains. Neatly folding your new outfit and grouping up your travelling clothes. You realize you have to dress like Anna for your next stop.

Fire damnit. Smug Fuck looks at you like you have two heads and Hona just smiles. She looks almost conspirtatorial, but you think it's just her enjoying having a friend to share a secret with.

The tradesman thanks you for your patronage as he epxlains due to the lavender coluring of your travelling clothes he'll fashion white shoulder patches and transfer the emblem onto those. Free of charge of course.

Your new clothes while have a prominent coat of arms on the back and your red t shirt will have a small one embroidered onto a left breast pocket - also free of charge.

This guy seems really indentured to you for taking these off his hands. But now you're going to look like a purple haired student for your next stop...

Which is;

> Bling

> Pet

> Write-In
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>>523299
You forgot we already voted jewelry?
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>>523299
>> Bling
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>>523355
>>523357
mah bad. blame me trying to fix wifi. have a dance off image.
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>>523355
>>523357

You light up a cigarette and puff on it happily as Hona grabs some kitchen stuff you don't recognise. It's interesting to watch her from afar. She puts forth that same energy and enthusiasm, yet there's always a fear and suspicion behind the mannered politness of the people she deals with. No doubt that fear is useful for her job; but you know how lonely she is.

Could she truly be happy here?

But something catches your eye. Adding to a vague recollection of your first trip through Grinnsmon. The local craft, is strange. THe craftsmen and women seem to use some kind of magic to create their work. You are keen to try it out.

"I'm going to be at the jewellers." You inform Hona and point at the stall while she is in the extensive examination process of melons. She is really wanting to make sure she gets high quality melons.

"Of course! I'll be right there once I've grabbed some melons!" She grins as she turns away, you feel like Lexington would have some kind of joke to make here.

You head over to a free craftsman and ask about the process.

"Well we cannot price you right away due to the nature of this. What happens is we both help create the product." You must look uncertain because he makes a gesture of reassurement, " no, no listen honest. We're train to use magic to look at your mind - only the surface! We aren't rooting around, we just take your subconcious desires for the jewelary and use that to put us in a kind of trance. In that trance we make your product." He looks proud of himself.

"All you need to do is put your pointer finger on my forehead and allow me to do the same." He grins, you realize that he is very young to be a craftsman. Especially considering the rest of the members of his guild. "Would you like to give it a try? I can't predict what will come out or how much the master will make me charge." He shrugs at that and you now realize how silent you've been.

Smug Fuck jumps onto his craft table and exmaines his crafts before announcing his findings; "Hoo."

Eloquent and helpful as ever.

> Sure, let's do this.

> [CURIOSITY] Let me talk to the guildmaster

> [PRIDE] Doesn't "The Firefly" get a freebie?

> Write-In
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>>523429
No, fuck this.
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>>523465

Just realized I didn't put a "no" option in. Valid choice and it's tiredness causing me to slip.
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>>523429
> [CURIOSITY] Let me talk to the guildmaster
Then name-calling if necessary.
Even then, it's just to learn. Not letting anybody molest your mind.
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>>523535
>>523465

If no other votes in 5 I'm calling it a "no" and heading to bed. Sorry I'm really flagging.
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>>523429
>> [CURIOSITY] Let me talk to the guildmaster
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>>523630
>>523535

Writing the last post for this thread.
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>>523630
>>523535


"Can you get the guildmaster?" You ask

"Master Firefoot! This customer would like to speak with you." The kid leaves and goes to deal with a rather heavy set lady whilst an old fox man comes over. He warmly shakes your hand before speaking;

"Greeting, I am Master Firefoot. I'm the 83rd Grinnsmon Jewels' Guildmaster. How can I help you?" His voice is warm and strong. The experience and confidence he has in his trade comes forward with every word he says.

"I was just doing some window shopping and-" You began before being cut off.

"And the boy was way too forward and made it sound like we read your mind?" He half asked half grumbled. "Look. What we do is establish a physical link by touch. That guides us as we make your craft he dramatises it to feel important - but he is a prodigy. I bet 600gp he'll be the 85th Guildmaster once I'm too old to work the metal." He smiles in nostalgia and you try to mirror his expression.

"Look here's what I do for cusotmers who are unsure." He takes out a sic shooter, takes a bullet form his apron and slides it into the gun."As I'm working, you touch my forehead with one hand and hold that gun. You think I'm in your head, blow my brains out." He says this coldly but he means it. "If that's not enough consideration then I'm sorry I can't help you."

The unflinching resolve and confidence this man has in his craft scares you. When you look into his fierce eyes you feel like you've stared at the expression before. But this man is literally going to let you put a gun to his head if it gets your money. That's ballsy. Terrifying. But ballsy.

> No way.

> I'm in.

> Write-In

VOTE HERE. WRITEUP WILL BE NEXT THREAD.

FEEDBACK HERE OR TWATTER.

Sorry for the slip ups tonight guys. Stress from stupid work fuck up and internet and tiredness all just made me sub par. Hope it didn't show too badly; but what you guys think of tonight?
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>>523713
>I'm in.
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>>523713
>> I'm in.
Give this guy a fright by not focusing on anything during the crafting
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>>523713
>I'm in.
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>>523713
> I'm in.
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>>523713
Twatter. You always find a way to amuse me every thread.
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>>523791
I agree with this
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>>523713
> I'm in
But with the "prodigy". Let him taste some [NULL]

>85th Guildmaster
Aren't you the 83rd? Who's the one inbetween?
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>>523713
>> I'm in.
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>>523713
did we just find our old femailys emblem?
and whats going to happenen to us once someone( boss man) see it on us and the purble hair?
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>>524342

Popping in on mobile; he's implying that he's picked his immediate successor and thinks that person will pick prodigy.
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>>526130
y not pick the prodigy frist then? or is it you have to be a certin age for that to happen?
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NEW THREADO:
>>527483
(No idea how long I'll be running)



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