>forget trip last thread
>forget title this one

Damn it...

Sorry for pushing the thread back to today, pregnancy scare with the girlfriend yesterday. Just a scare, though.

Weapon Inventory:

-AK74u w/ 30mm suppressed grenade launcher

-VSS Vintorez

-SMAW

-Sig 228 .357sig

Zombie and Witch quest? Fuck yes.

Let's ask for some magical help first, but pull out the AK-47 as a precaution.

>>18551672
ask kira to grab the ak and hand it to us
can we use superstrength to one hand it?

>>18551672
First off get off the road. Have Kira focus on keeping the bike upright. Hayabusa+sand should be pretty lulzy.

Then is AK time.

>>18551689
Hell of a scare, that. I knew one guy who quite literally had a heart attack as a result.

>>18551689
Oh shit bro I know that feel.

Walking twelve blocks to buy the morning after pill at 630AM on no sleep is not something I'd like to repeat

"Kiara, grab the AK out of the left saddlebag!" You shout back to the witch who glances over at the bag.

"We can't outrun him!?" She retorts even as she reaches back to grab the weapon.

"This bike is fast but not THAT fast." You jerk a thumb back at the hunter who is drawing ever closer.

Kiara shoves the AK against your arm to let you know she's got it.

"What are you trying to give that to me for?! Turn around and shoot him!"

"Huh?! I've never actually used one of these before!"

"Just do it!" You have the throttle buried, but that Hayabusa keeps getting closer. There's no way you can turn around to engage him, not accurately, but she certainly can.

"Use the thirty millimeter, aim in front of him!"

Kiara easily spins around on her seat, and you quickly hear the reports as she cracks off several long bursts along with the 30mm.

The hunter on the hayabusa is caught off guard, but the rounds go wide. He slowed down for a few moments, but now is regaining on you again. This time, he doesn't wait to get overly close before leveling his shotgun.

Instinctively you swerve to the right when you hear the shotgun blast, and the buckshot misses, one ball grazing your calf.

"Kiara!"

"Shut up! I'm trying!"

That may be, but she has yet to actually land any hits. So, you do the one thing that the hayabusa can't. A bit of offroading.

Slamming on your brakes and controlling the bike as it skids sideways, you let the hunter fly past you as you turn off into the sand. The BMW may not be as fast over an open road, but that fancy race bike of his will be next to worthless across the uneven and treacherous terrain.

>>18551901
>walking
>not full out dead sprinting there and back

You must have been either REALLY tired or have balls of steel.

Craning your neck, you look back in time to see the hunter's tires hit the sand as well. Unfortunately for him, his bike is far from capable in the sand.

Unfortunately, yours isn't going very fast.

Another blast of buckshot, this time one punches a rather nasty hole through the tailpipe of the BMW.

"Give me that!" You snatch the rifle from Kiara and jerk the bike sideways yet again.

Most unfortunate for the hunter, but you aren't a first time marksman. You line up the front post with the trench, focusing on the front sight, the sight poised over the hunter on the bike.

Squeezing the trigger, you let off two four-round bursts from the short AK. The first shreds the man's front tire, stopping his forward progress.

He cracks off a 12ga blast, the pattern going wide left. The hunter tries to get low behind his bike, and you wait for him to pop back up to fire again before squeezing off another burst.

The second time you hit him, not his bike, dead center in the chest with at least two rounds. You watch him crumple and fall behind his bike, dropping the shotgun as he grabs at his chest. Judging by the bulky gear he has on, you wouldn't be surprised if he also had some trauma plates, which would stop the 5.45x39. Even two rounds in the same location would be stopped by a proper plate...

Though he certainly won't be able to chase you down with a ruined bike in the middle of the Libyan desert with a few cracked ribs too well...

You let the bike idle as you think, holding it up with your right leg as you keep the rifle leveled.

>action?

Why not just have her magic the ground into a pit right in front of him?

No need to waste good grenades.

>>18551960
I'd say balls of steel. I drove my old truck as hard as it would let me to get her to her doctor. A bit of blood work later and we find out she isn't preggers. Fuck those home pregnancy tests.

>>18552029

If we sight of the Platinum box, fire a burst at it.

>>18552045
>he's already down.

Alright, see if Kiara can turn the sand underneath him into quicksand. That'll kill him for sure with all the gear he has on.

Then we continue on.

>>18552047
It's not fried foods that mark the rise of heart disease, it's false positives.

As to the 'watdo', ensure that the knight is safely down, free the spirit in the box, and then interrogate him while preparing to leave - the cavalry will likely be coming very soon, or at least we should assume that it is.

Shoot the platinum box. Most likely thats a witch soul. Maybe with Kiara at 2/3rds power she can do something with it.

>>18552086
Oh man, if we run around killing their agents and freeing the trapped souls, we'd make a legend out of ourselves.

We should ask Kiara if we can hold on to multiple witch souls until such a time that we can return them.

>>18552029
Confirm the kill, carefully make more holes in him from a distance until he's surely dead.

Woho, found the thread scrolling through tg on my phone...

I'm voting against shooting the box for the moment (dont want it immolating him just yet) interrogate as to how he knew we were coming through Libya, possibly shoot his wrist from a distance so he doesn't try and shoot us when we get close.

A bit to the right of your sights, you notice the small platinum box resting atop the hot sand. You could just blow it open with a burst, but it seemed last time you did that, the soul burned itself out. Literally.

"There any way we can save it, somehow?" You ask, resting the bike on its kickstand as you slowly approach, gun at low ready.

"Not that I'm aware of, but its worth trying..."

"So you think we can crack it open without the soul going berserk?"

"Possible. I'd rather take it to the library, I may be able to find something there."

You are standing over the hunter now, who is still writhing in pain on the ground. You don't see any blood, which more or less confirms your theory that he was suited up with some armor.

Quickly you look him over for weapons, and toss a glock 22 at his side as far as you can. Quite far, given your enhanced strength. You do the same with the Remington shotgun, watching it bounce barrel over stock along the hard sand.

Turning back to the hunter, you put a foot on his chest and give it a slight push. This causes him to erupt in pained grunts and curses, weakly grabbing at your leg.

He tries to draw a knife out of his belt, which elicits a swift kick in the chin from you, and you push the hot muzzle of your AK to within millimeters of his eye.

With your other hand, wrapped in your shirt, you quickly pull off his earrings. He attempts to struggle, and you push the hot brake into his forehead until he stops.

"Fuck you." He hisses, "How the fuck have you lived long enough to do what you just did?"

>talk/question/action?

Most likely witch hunters use wars to cover them taking kids. I bet thats what he was doing there.

approach the hunter cautiously and interrogate him, ask what info we can from him and since I'm still catching up, I'll leave the rest of you guys to ask him more appropriate questions, though I suggest asking if he has any back up nearby. Then put a bullet through his noggin and move on. We wouldn't want this guy to bite us in the ass later if he does manage to survive the desert

Don't tell him anything. Just ask him what hes doing in this part of a wartorn country. Obviously he has no idea who we are.

>>18552215
Yo did I miss Nodquest a week ago? I looked for it and through the archives and didn't find it.

I say engage the hunter, and free/consume the witch soul. Lord knows kiki could use a little more juice.

Make a note to train her in the art of modern warfare at a later date.

"because I'm better than you, from the bottom of my toes to the top of my head, balls to shoulders I stand above you to where you can only whimper in my shadow. Now you're going to tell me everything I want to know, and if you're a good boy, I may let you continue to follow in my shadow."

Proceed with typical questions, who, what, when, where, etc... Just felt like giving a John Wayne'ish quote to roll intimidate....

>>18552198
"Actually, I'm younger than you. But I'm going to be asking the questions here.

How many of your order are in the area?
How many of them have the platinum boxes?
(not that I think he'll actually answer this, but...) Where does your order keep the bodies?

>>18552198
Tell Kiara to skim through his mind. Interrogate, tell him not to think about the reinforcements that he has, not to think about what he knows about us, and not to think about any access codes and security protocols he is privy to.

When you tell someone not to think about something it always brings it to the forefront of their mind.

>>18552229
Naw, I couldn't do it since as it turned out I had alot of stuff to do over the spring break, such as helping my mom with crap since she was sick for a while, on top of lame ass school work

>>18552198


Just nod and say with a smug fucking attitude

"Magic".

"Because I'm just better than you. Now since I'm the one with the gun, I'll be the one asking the questions. Why are you here?"

The hunter glares for a moment, before smirking slightly.

"Open his mouth!!!" Kiara practically screams.

Not waiting for an explanation, you drop down and wrench the man's jaw open, making sure to keep the muzzle of the AK trained on his head even as you do.

"Fake tooth, rear left molar... Your OTHER left, idiot! Poison."

You shove your fingers down until you find it, a false tooth indeed. You rip it out of the man's mouth and chuck it off into the desert.

"Kiara, we need to know what he knows."

"I'm working on it. He did swallow some platinum, right before coming after us. He isn't as low on the food chain as the last one."

"Right." You stand up and glare down at the man.

"Who the fuck are you?" You ask, leveling the AK yet again.

"Go fuck yourself."

You give him a little help with his memory, also known as a rifle stroke to the chin.

"You know who I am you fucking wizard." He glares.

"Scum of the earth, you're right. So why the fuck are you here?!"

"Here? You mean you don't know?" He looks smug right until you nearly blow off his left ear, the shot sending hot gas and still burning powder into his face.

"Jesus! Alright, alright!" He cowers away from the muzzle of the AK, clearly ready to cut the hardass bullshit.

Okay, I failed at my assignment. I couldn't come up with a good pose for ALL the good guys.
So I just took Kiara and ran it with her. Also, I couldn't find any woman to pose for me on top of a Cuda in this weather, so this is the best you'll get until I do find myself a model who doesn't care about a bit of snow.

Or until I actually learn to draw properly. Whichever happens first.

It also seems that the file is also too big for /tg/, so here's a smaller jpg version.

>>18552353
Holy shit, epic! Where are you that you've got snow? It's 90 degrees outside for me... Been in shorts and t-shirts for weeks.

I just cringed visualizing a rifle shot beside my ear... Even if it didn't hit him he has to be deaf in that ear now... Make for a funny conversation as he can't understand our questions now...

"who does number 2 work for?"

"what?"

"who does number 2 work for?"

"huh?"

"who does... Damnit, forget it...". BLAM

>>18552261
gotcha, glad I didn't miss it though.

>>18552353
This is too good to be a failure. Far too good. Dat cuda man, beautiful. Also flower hippie dress, excellent.

>I couldn't find any woman to pose for me on top of a Cuda in this weather
Damn shame. Snowed here in MI again last week, which is funny considering the week before had nearly hit 90F.


"I'm here on assignment from brass, hunting down witches in the chaos."

"Why would that matter? You hunt all the time." You frown.

"Anything that stirs up a lot of people into moving around is good for business. Stress makes them bleed magic faster, makes them easier to find."

"Keep him talking, I'm getting a lot, here." Kiara comments from beside you, her eyes fixated on the hunter's forehead.

"So you aren't the only one?" You ask.

"Hardly." He smirks smugly, "There are dozens more around here, as I'm sure you already know. Even now they are probably headed here."

You don't doubt that, as Kiara lets you know he indeed called in your location.

"Anything else you need to pick up?"

"I've got everything of use. We need to leave." She tells you.

Which sticks you with a rather hard choice.

>what do you do with this hunter?

>>18552436
Thankfully, he has two ears.

>>18552458
He's probably participated in the death and rending of numerous little girls who committed no crime and weren't even aware of their power. If we leave him be he'll be back and next time he might get lucky. If he lives our enemies get more information on us than they already do.

We have to kill him.

>>18552458


Mind Wipe if we can.

rolled 71 = 71

>>18552458
"Remember, I 'could' have killed you." knock him out, trash his bike and steal his precious little box.

Killing him would serve no purpose since he's already told them where we are.

Magic mind scramble, see of we can turn him into a vegetable... Keeps Last's sanity and safety all together. If kiara still can't do that I guess one to the head is the best we can do.

>>18552519
One less fuckhead abducting and murdering children?

Also he could help identify Last, remember the other hunters en route here only know that their colleague fount a magic user, but if he can give them a description they might realize that the guy who hit Chernobyl is in Libya.

"Good answers gets you a mouthful of cold water and a release from pain. Rest in peace knowing that you did your duty."

>>18552458
No, this one's not a failure as far as I think. The "Charlies angels" Last, Diego and dad, on the other hand....

Can Kiara Scramble his memories, or is he someone who clearly is better off dead?

Tell her to grab the rounds out of him, brass too, and throw them into to desert. Can't leave any evidence. Best case scenario, he's let off and all they know is that he got hit with something in the desert.

>>18552353
Once again your art is fantastic, I much heartily applaud. Dun sell yourself short man, because not many artists know how to cover their badpoints with good ones. So you've got a good leg to stand on there at least.

>>18552458
Death, he has seen our face, heard our voice and can identify us beyond wizard who is hunting us down and causing destruction. We probably don't have the time to mindwipe and confirm that, we need to get out of dodge ASAP and with him unable to talk, two to the head.

KIll him, take anything of his that won't be traced and keep moving.

Scrambling his memories won't accomplish much, they already know a magic user was here.

If he lives even if we scramble his memories the old man will be heading here within the next few hours. He knows how powerful Kiara is and a seasoned hunter like him being taken out and mind wiped would point him to us just as quickly as if we let him go without killing him.

I'm fine for letting him live, but anything other than a bullet to the head means we will be dealing with that old bastard soon.

>>18552571
Shot with an ak in war torn Libya... Don't think they're gona be running forensics on the rounds. Plus if they hit a vest they've probably mushroomed to where it's harder to identify. Missing platinum box will draw more attention to us being a knowledgable target than our killing him.

Will there be any problems with kiara or our own powers if we are carrying a platinum box around with us?

>>18552353
Good, but you need to work on her legs, especially the right one. With no shading it just looks weird. I can tell you're TRYING to do perspective there, but there's nothing to tell me eyes that except for the way things overlap.
The way her neck connects with her torso looks a bit odd as well.

But hey, I'm a harsh critic. This is still fine work.

>>18552603
Yeah... Didn't think about that.

The old bastard'll be on our asses if we let them know that there's powerful enough magic user to best someone higher on the ladders.

"Can you scramble his brains up? Make him forget everything?"

"Hmph. Still hung up on killing these people? Again, mortal, they will show you no such mercy." Kiara sighs, turning back to the man on the ground.

The hunter starts to blink rapidly, picking at his eyes as though something was caught in them. This continues for a moment, until he sits up, looking downright confused.

"This isn't Burger King. Why am I here? Who are you? Would you like fries with that?"

"What? Dude, wake up. Got to get back to writing that story for Rolling Stone, remember? The one about helping out the kids caught up in the conflict?"

The hunter looks even more confused for a moment, before he smiles and nods repeatedly.

"Yeah... Yeah I almost forgot. Are you with me?"

"Nah man, I'm with NATO. You're going to want to walk back thataway, couple of clicks, find the nearest news party and pile in with them. Here." You walk back to your bike and give him a bottle of water.

"Remember, everyone here is after your story. Especially those guys with platinum earrings, can't trust any of them." You give him a light push and with a wave he starts heading down the road, back toward the village.

"Think that will do it?" You ask Kiara.

"As well as just shooting him? Perhaps not, but by the time anything comes of it, we should be long gone. They won't be able to pull anything out of him, other than the fact that he's alive, if they even find him again."

The witch tilts her head, give the bike a glance, and then buries it quickly under a torrent of shifting sand.

>>18552618
>Missing platinum box will draw more attention
>missing object of precious metal drawing attention
>Libya

Managed to miss the last thread, and I thought I'd missed this one as well.
Glad to hear the pregnancy scare was just a scare.

>>18552625
Plus I don't think that she is even laying properly on the hood, or if Cuda is even that size. But This one's was far beyond anything that I've tried to draw before and I have no visual library for anything like this.

It'll be fun to see in a few years if I can do something like this properly.

Or one year if I manage to get myself a cuda and a model.

rolled 94 = 94

>>18552659
close but not quite, try
>missing object made out of precious metal drawing attention
>anywhere but a bank vault.

>>18552684
Well you can always use google for references. I assure you there's no shortage of pictures with women splayed out on cars.

>>18552694
Only references I used were a cuda and a sketch of Kiara I had made. Why didn't I think of that?

Got caught up with this idea after all the charlies angels posing, I guess.

>>18552659
Ahh I see your point... Hopefully the scene looks like a raid when the next hunters get here... That is assuming these guys aren't god-tier Mercs who the roving pirate/raider groups don't fuck with...

Still curious if taking the box with us is gona cripple us

You do your best to wrap up the small platinum box left untouched, using your shirt and some extra fabric which had lined the inside of one of the saddlebags. Kiara is freaking out at you the whole time, and you have to tell her to shut up before you just touch it on purpose.

Thankfully, you mange to hoist it into the bag without laying a finger on the actual metal. Upon securing it, you let out a long sigh.

"I can't concentrate with you flipping out, you know."

"Well I can't not panic when you're about to nearly touch platinum!" She retorts angrily.

"I wasn't about to touch it!" You snap, climbing back onto the bike with a frown, "By the way, is this going to mess with your mojo?"

"Close proximity with platinum? Yes, it will interfere somewhat, but we should be able to work around it."

"Right..." You aren't overly convinced.

"Whatever, mortal, just get us out of here."

"Damn witches and their bullshit..." You grumble as you fire the BMW up and turn back for the road. Glancing back once, you notice the entire scene you'd left behind is no more, concealed under feet of sand. You can also still see the hunter walking back toward the village, strolling along with what appears to be almost jubilation.

"Get going."

"I know, I know." You rev the bike hard and start flying across the pavement once more.

"So how many more are there, around here?"

"Dozens, too many, more than I want to deal with."

"All armed with tracking souls?"

"Yes." She affirms.

"Well fuck. Anything else I should know?"

"The order is outright searching for us now, even if they are on a separate assignment, they will drop it to come after us. We're going to have to be careful from here on."

Why aren't we killing the guy? Should he regain his senses he'll either A: become a witness as to our identity and/or B: start rounding up more children.

We put this fucker down to stop him from killing more kids.

>>18552684
I still think it came out really well, way better than anything I could do.

I'm curious, are there any old muscle cars in Finland?

>>18552770
Moral high-ground and an in-character distaste for killing?

Last literally abandoned all ties with his family due to the things he would have had to do if he stayed.

>>18552770
We don't kill unless we have to?
We've killed one order member with a rock already, we did not like being forced into that situation.

>>18552798
Yeah, because we were basically a mafia thug, killing innocent people, not only is this part of a group hunting us, where even having a single person identifying us could start a world wide hunt for us, and bring trouble on our family, but these people also caputure, torture and kill innocents, even kids.

These people make our mafia dad's deeds look smalltime in comparison.

>>18552767

Excellent job on pushing that Sandraker off our world. Now get back to going FAST!

>>18552787
There's quite a few "American Iron" clubs and lots of hobbyists.I'm not actually that into cars, but my father owns an old Cadillac, and I do like to drive with it whenever I got a chance. Can't really call it a muscle car by any definition of the word.

"Real" muscle cars are rare, but there's enough of them to see a few every now and then. Mostly during summer, though. For some reason there's only few cars that can actually survive winter-use.

>>18552835
We don't like to kill. Full stop. Irrespective of who they are.

Also IIRC the Church has access to their own magic users, so it's very likely they have the means to remove the memory wipe.

>>18552835
But in the end it boils down to the same thing, killing a helpless man in cold blood.

No problems with killing a hostile enemy, if those rounds to the chest had dropped him for good then not a care in the world, but someone laying there helpless? No.

>>18552859
That is not the point, the memory wipe is for a short period of confusion.
And the knight already knows what we look like.

>>18552855
I didn't say anything about liking it, but this is a situation where letting them live not only puts you in jeopardy, but also risks putting innocent lives at risk, letting them go means they can go down and kill people due to some sort of genetic mutation.

"More careful? We've been careful..."

You make it a point to lay low as you head through the rest of Libya. Thankfully the trip is quite quick without any kind of speed enforcement to slow you down. The rebels don't even give you more than a second glance any time you pass by them. At one point they had a road block set up, which you just scooted around and past before they could react.

Still, sometimes you take a moment to marvel at their ingenuity. BTR turrets mounted to the back of a pickup... Who would even come up with something like that? You can't help but grin and shake your head as you drive past.

Despite the rebels having what seems like good intent, you make it a point to not even stay in a town at night. Instead, you camp out in the desert, a bit off the road. Tomorrow you'll cross into Egypt, and it won't take overly long until you hit Alexandria. Checking your map once again, you pick out what appears to be the fastest route, and ignore it. You'll find a less obvious way, to avoid any unpleasant surprises that could possibly be lurking.

For tonight, though, its just you and the very starry sky above.

"And you." You smirk as you notice Kiara's look of disdain.

"You're sure that those fake documents will get us into the country? Even with all of those weapons?"

"These documents and a few grand for the son of a goat herder guarding the pass? Yeah, it won't be an issue."

You settle down on the sand, which is still warm to the touch, and polish off a bottle of water.

"So tomorrow we're going to the library, eh? Shit, if mom could only hear I traveled a few thousand miles to go to a LIBRARY of all places..." You smirk at the thought.

>talk/question/action/timeskip to egypt?

>>18552873
Yeah, and if this guy gets away, they can lockdown what region you're in, right now they're likely looking in eastern europe, letting someone else go could pinpoint your position.

They already know we have the soul so we're likely a high-priority, our best measure of safety is anonymity, not being chased around like a Benny Hill sketch.

>>18552890
How have you managed to keep the fucking Library of Fucking Alexandria secret for thousands of years? It seems like it could be hard to just stick under a tarp. Does anyone else know about it or are you the only one?

Also, have you been enjoying this road trip, it might not be under the best circumstances, what with people trying to kill us, but isn't the open road and the wind in your hair great?

>>18552767
There are dozens of those guys with trapped witch soul tracking devices- witch souls which only last what, a year or two in that state? I believe that was the timeframe quoted. This is fucking Libya, and they can afford to dedicate dozens of short-lived tracking devices to it. They certainly didn't know that we were here and flood the countryside with these guys in advance.

They must be catching and executing literally thousands of witches per year worldwide in order to produce the kind of numbers that we're seeing here. Fucking hell. That requires a gigantic operation with hundreds of thousands of direct supporters at minimum, more likely millions. We've a big job ahead of us... and I really don't think that we'll be able to do it alone. We need to start gathering additional forces, and soon. What we've done so far isn't enough.

>>18552854
That's pretty damn cool, we have some decent enthusiast clubs around, being Michigan and all. Winter is hard on vehicles here, too. Everything rusts so damn quick from all the salt they drop on the road, my truck is in pretty sad shape.

Boggles my mind as to why anyone owns a small car here, because they tend to rust out even quicker for the most part. Also I get tired of pulling friends out of ditches.

Some day I'll have a nice car I can take good care of down in Florida, but for now I just have to keep "the redneck wagon" as my friends call it, running.

>>18552946
I live in the Coachella Valley/Palm Springs area. I've seen cars here that I couldn't afford just the engine of if I worked my entire life.

They are universally driven by very, very old people who use them to go about 15 MPH in a 30 MPH road. It is infuriating.

"Speaking of the library, how have you kept it concealed all these years? I mean, if its even still there." You glance over at Kiara, who is sitting against the big BMW.

"Skillfully and with no small amount of magic. As it is now, only a powerful magic user who knew what to look for would be able to find it." She shrugs.

"...Its under the sea, isn't it."

"Its under the sea..." Kiara sighs.

"Figured. Anyone else know about the place?"

"Anyone still alive? Incredibly unlikely. I wanted to keep it hidden from all those who didn't deserve the knowledge, or those who sought to destroy it. There were many other magic users who knew of it at the time, but..." Kiara looks over at you, "I'm sure they are all gone by now. Not all were immortals, and those who were have likely been rended."

"Right..." You sink down into the sand with a long yawn.

"Being on that thing all day has got me beat. You enjoying the ride back there?"

"Enjoying it as much as I can while constantly scanning for threats and having to put up with you the entire time, I suppose." She says dryly.

You smirk and adjust the saddlebag under your head. She can act aloof, but you know she's having fun.

"Whatever you have to tell yourself, mortal."

Yeah, she's having fun.

Another long yawn, one last look up at the constellations above, and you're out like a light.

>>18552986
breaks my heart whenever I see a gottagofast car being babied down the road by an old man/soccer mom/midlife crisis dude.

I mean, if I pass a brand new corvette doing 10 under in my ancient frankenDakota, something is clearly WRONG with the driver.

>>18553081
Dude I've seen supercars doing 50mph on the I-10, where other people are going 80-90mph.

>>18553081
Ha I know what you mean man. Though I own a 2010 Jeep and old ass Ford Bronco, which I will "inherit" soon, though I'm uncertain if I can get her up and running again, since she didn't for I'd say 2-3 years, just collecting dust in my garage

>>18553145
I inherited my car from my grandmother, a mercedes from the late 60's early 70's I think. Everything but the engine is falling to pieces, and in this desert it overheats at the drop of a hat, but it's mine and I like it.

Morning comes quite early in the desert, with nothing to block out the sun that quickly leaps up from the horizon. You turn over in protest, trying to stay asleep, but if the light didn't rouse you, the heat certainly does.

"I've decided, I hate the desert." You gripe as you stand up and shake the sand off as best you can. Though even then you can still feel it pretty much everywhere...

"Wake up and lets get this last bit done with." Kiara is already walking toward the bike.

The last leg of the trip through Libya is wholly unexciting, which you don't mind in the least. Sure enough, when you hit the border to Egypt, there is a guard station.

Though you don't speak a word of their language, and they don't speak English, you have the universal translator at your disposal.

"Passport." You smile, handing it to one of the guards. He flips it open to inspect it, before gazing around. With no one watching, he pulls the stack of bills from between the pages and hands the passport back.

"Ah, the power of money." You smirk and quickly make your way through the border crossing without further incident.

Once inside Egypt, you feel a bit more relaxed. Without an active war going on, you figure the Order doesn't have as much of a presence here at the moment. That and there aren't any roving gangs that might just accidentally hit you with rockets from an old soviet gunship mounted to their hilux.

Alexandria is a bit further than you had expected, not following the main roads. It gives you a little time to admire the scenery, sand, sand, sandy villages...

"Are we there yet?" You groan back at Kiara, who ignores you.

>>18553122
Last summer I saw a woman just destroying the clutch to a GT500 as she tried to get it out of a parking spot at the mall. I don't think she even knew how to drive standard.

>>18553145
Man, the new jeeps are sweet. I want an older Wrangler just to stick big tires on and abuse the fuck out of in the mountains somewhere.

Broncos are tough, it probably just needs a handful of parts to get up and running.

>>18553191
Shame Mercedes quality went to shit. Guy I know bought one new in '07 and had the engine fall out on the highway, literally broke the mounts and fell to the pavement. Had less than 2k miles on it.

>>18553272
I remember a friend telling me a story about how the bottom of his car rusted out so badly that it turned into a Flintstone's car. Put your feet down and you touch pavement.

>>18553191
Here it's a bit different. The asphalt is usually broken by the winter cold and there's lots of dangerous roads. During the winter, the ice and snow make driving a whole different skillset. Most cars don't like all the minus degrees we gather to our celsius counters.

it's all a bit better around helsinki and inside the 3-ring, but that just means that all the drivers fall into false sense of security during summer.

Winter "surprises" southern Finland and there's ridiculous amounts of crashes. Every. Fucking. Year. It's like a curse.

>>18553272
Ya, I might need to get a new engine for her since I'm sure that is just dead, I'm gonna have to figure that out to my dad when he comes back from Afghan

>>18553365
*with

"Goat and witch."
"Cars and witch."
"Dolphins and Witch."

Many things seem to steer these threads to somewhere completely different.

>>18553410
Goat quest was incredible.

Blowout soon fellow GOAT

After several hours and a stop for fresh food at a market and enough gas to top off the BMW's tank, you finally make it to the outskirts of Alexandria. You feel a lot less irritable with some real food in your stomach.

"Head to the coast." Kiara tells you, pointing with her finger, "About there."

Weaving through the busy city, in and out of traffic, it isn't exactly fast going. You try to keep a low profile, and thankfully you aren't the only one driving around something expensive, so you don't attract too much attention. It also helps that your bike is so dusty and sandy that it no longer appears to be brand new.

At long last, you reach the coast. A bright stretch of beach, deep blue waters of the Mediterranean beyond it.

"Pretty." You comment.

"You should have seen it before it became so polluted." Kiara says quietly.

"So... What now?"

"Well it depends. How do you feel about walking?"

"Pardon?"

Five minutes later and you're wading along the the sea floor, slowly making your way along the sandy bottom. Kiara's got you covered for air again, which though a familiar situation, isn't one you like being in. The feeling of just walking, plodding across the sand and rocks, all while breathing fine despite being underwater... Its too eerie, just too damn weird.

"Couldn't we have just taken a boat?" You gripe.

"And been the only small vessel in the area when I open the gateway up? Hardly safe." Kiara chides.

You hold back further comment and just keep walking, which is painfully slow and boring. There isn't even any marine life to admire, just sand and rocks and... Statues?

"We've arrived." Kiara walks past you, extending out a hand to touch the well-worn statue resting on the seafloor. You can tell it had resembled a human at one time, but the endless force of the water had eroded it heavily. Now, it appeared just as a silhouette.

"How have divers not found this?" You marvel as you touch it yourself.

"Because when they come looking, they can't see it so they swim by. Unless you KNOW that it's here, you won't find it." Kiara bends down and blows against the sand. You can tell she's using magic, as the sand moves rapidly away from a large, circular stone.

This she touches with her palm, emanating a blue light that illuminates the water around it. The stone does something incredibly peculiar, and wiggles. Wiggles like she just poked jello.

"Through here." She points at the jellostone circle.

"You're joking."

"...Just go!" She floats behind you and gives you a light push.

Did we just park the bike on the beach? Think that stands out a bit, but if we parked it a ways from the ocean it is gona be a pain if we need to fight back to our guns.

>>18553418
oh really?

When?


Also: glad people enjoyed that

>>18553500
You just missed it, if you hurry you can catch it.

>>18553500

>>18553588
If you just drew that, it is further proof that you are amazing.

>>18553588
GLORIOUS

>>18553602
Nah, just grabbed my old goat and witch pic and scribbled on top of it.

>>18553539
Damn you, you were faster.

>>18553455
Separate out of the way path, and you kept the Sig on you.

With that push, you take a few steps forward, and right onto the magic Cosby stone.

Which you sink right through. The doorway indeed feels like jello as you drop through it, pressing against you as you fall. It is a very bizarre feeling, though not painful.

After a few seconds, you at long last drop to the floor beneath. A floor of white marble, a floor containing such a sight as you couldn't have imagined.

Shelves. Rows and rows of shelves and desks and tables. It extends all the way to the far wall, which is none too close. You marvel at the sheer size of it all, there have to be at least a few hundred shelves and half that many desks and tables.

Then you see all of the scrolls and tablets.

Stacks upon stacks of scrolls, each bound neatly with a string. Thousands. Maybe tens of thousands. Tablets of nearly every size and shape adorn yet more shelves.

"This is..." You just shake your head, mouth agape.

"The collective knowledge of western civilization at it's time. The most extensive recollection of ancient history... And of magic." Kiara doesn't appear stunned like you are, though you guess its because she's been here before, many times.

"How are you even going to find anything in here?" You continue staring around. It would take years to read through all of these scrolls, if you could even read them.

"As though I'd have to read through them all manually..." Kiara chuckles before nodding at a far row of shelves, "The Librarian will know where to find what we seek."

At her words, something shuffles from beyond the scrolls, and your hand moves subconsciously to the pistol at your side.

You can hear clanking, creaking sounds now as whatever it is approaches. Your eyes become strained as you stare hard, waiting for some kind of terrible monstrosity to come lurching out.

Instead, you see a suit of worn and tarnished bronze armor come walking out. Where the armor doesn't cover appears bright, almost a white glow. Instead of a sword or spear, it carries a large scroll in one hand and an hourglass in the other.

"Ah, Ruin..." The suit says, its voice sounds hollow, as though echoing from some kind of wooden instrument, "So good of you to come back, the Library has been so quiet for so long I was beginning to wonder if perhaps it had been forgotten."

"It nearly was, old man. You know I haven't come back for just a visit."

"Nor would I expect you to." The helmet dips in a small nod, "Tell me, what is it that you seek to find in these texts?"

>what do you ask?

>>18553648
Whatever Kira is looking for.

Do you happen to have any of the.....lewder scripts in here?

>>18553588
Saved hard.

Anyone see the thread on /k/ about the guy who took a tour to the zone? Pretty neat but it would be cool if you could go it alone. Can't get my STALKER on with a bus full of tourists.

>>18553648
Holy balls, do you have other cool historical treasures like this hidden across the world?

When we're done can take me on a tour of all the really cool shit that you've hidden away, oh Glorious Mistress of Rattling Drawers?

Where did this guy come from, you make him from scratch or did you use an actual librarian as a base?

We're trying to find Dark Mistress of Substandard Beer's body, any ways to track down her corpse?

Librarian you know Kiara well, what does she do for fun?

>>18553648
have a knowledge-gasm

Ask for a tour if you have the time

I want to know EVERYTHING! Peers into warp as his face melts off....

1) general knowledge of magic, we can specialize once we find something we like
2) history of order
3) history of magic, witches, and persecution of them
4) history of ruin

In that order

Who's the tinman? That'd be probably the first question. And hoping for a bit more indepth question then "the librarian". An armour that can see witch soul?

Ask for the bathroom.

we haven't pissed in days

A way for us to learn magic, so that we don't have to rely on Kiara for it. Become gunmage.

>>18553648
Hey Librarian, what are the coolest names "Ruin" here has gone by?

What do you know about the order and where they keep bodies?

So, how did you two meet?

Also drool at the sight of all those books.

Everything the librarian knows about Kiara.

We don't say a damn thing. we are too entranced by the !!KNOWLEDGE!! around us

well, we need:

-A way to kill phoenix
-A way to avoid detection
-to know how those platinum boxes work
-how to maximize our own magical potential
-how to reverse rending

And perhaps we can get some "snacks" for tinfoil while we're at it.

>Asking him about Kiara

Dammit you guys she is standing RIGHT THERE.

Ask for kiara's baby pictures

>>18553771
This. Find a way to digitize all this information for Kenji Jensen!

>>18553648
Was Atlantis real?

What did the pope say to make Ghengis Khan turn back?

Where was the true cup of Christ hidden?

How would you make D&D 3.5 balanced?

>>18553838
You mean Attila the Hun

>>18553838
is D&D 4e better than 3.5 or pathfinder?

will GW ever reduce the prices of their minis?

Do you have wi-fi access?

Also: see if we can find some juicy secrets for conspiracy bro to disseminate across the net

>>18553810
no, we LIKE living

>>18553648
Is the armour greek in style?

>>18553858
Sure, it was one of the two, and I can never keep them straight.

"This place is pretty damn cool..." You almost feel giddy. Giddy about a library... Well now you don't know how you feel.

"Hmm? Being excited over a library is nothing to be ashamed of."

"Yeah well... Anyways, who is this guy?" You gesture at the strange suit of armor which stands silently.

"A construct, of sorts. Made by a wizard with a fairly unique set of skills while this place was still in the open, unhidden. He serves as the librarian, the one charged with maintaining this place."

Even at Kiara's words, the Librarian stands silent.

"So what can I call him?"

"The Librarian..."

"Too stiff, going with Bob. That cool with you, Bob?" You ask the construct.

"If it is your desire." The Librarian says blankly.

"Bob it is."

"Idiot..." Kiara sighs.

"How about a tour, Bob-o?"

"There is little to tour here, mortal. Too little and too time consuming..." Kiara tuns to Bob.

"I'm seeking information on Scipio Africanus, specifically the family he left behind. I think they might know where my body is, if any are still around."

"Your body? Certainly, Ruin. G13, down these stacks, take a left after seven rows." Bop points out the location and Kiara briskly walks away.

>>18553810
The HUE, I can feel it.

>>18553889
So, bob.....

Where's the....er....Cruder and lewder section?

>>18553889
How long has it been since you had your last visitor bob?

>>18553889
So Bob, tell me about Kiara, her past, her funniest names, what she did for fun and so on.

Also where would I find a way to permanently end an immortal crusader who is kept alive by a witches curse?

Could I learn magic?

Bob, where is the ancient porn, the greatest of smut, lost forever to history?

>>18553919
>Fucking Chrome! Why do you keep dropping names/dice/whatever the hell I put into text fields!
Add to this, "and who was your last visitor?"
If the library has been visited recently we would want to know who by.

inb4 BEHOLD! THE ORIGINAL KAMA SUTRA!

>>18553970
or "The art of pleasing a woman: 4th edition, by Slaanesh"

Also, note, the librarian calls her Ruin.
Which means she identified herself to the librarian as ruin. Which implies that even if she didn't name herself that, which I am beginning to partially doubt, she didn't have any qualms with calling herself that.

Leaving you with Bob the ancient construct, guardian of knowledge in the lost Library of Alexandria. You smile.

"You like baseball, Bob?"

The ancient set of Greek armor just gives you a strange look, or that's how you interpret the silence, at least.

"Right. Well, she's off looking for that, so... Can you point me toward something that can teach me magic?" You wriggle your fingers as though casting a spell.

"Magic cannot be learned, it is innate."

Your heart sinks a bit, you had really wanted to learn how to shoot lighting from your finger tips Palpatine-style.

"Well no magic, then. How about the cruder writing, eh? I know those Greeks were a bunch of dirty old men."

"Q19, past the statue of Alexander, down three rows, take a right, follow that for three more rows, take a left." Bob tells you easily.

"Well... Damn?" You thought it might have been funny to ask, you didn't think he would really be able to answer so seriously.

"Right, well. How long have you known Kiar... Err... Ruin?"

"Since ancient times, before she had to hide this place away."

"Damn, that has to make things lonely... When was your last visitor? Anyways, Bob, I'm going to be honest with you. I'm interested in finding more about Ruin right now than much else."

"Its been one thousand one hundred years and twenty five days since the last visitor. I have some text concerning Ruin, would you like me to show you?"

[ ] Please

[ ] Right after the porn books, Bob-o

Playing through MGQ from the beginning. Every time I read Kiara's dialogue I envision Alice. The Tsun-Tsun is strong with this one.

Also, look for ways to undo the platinum box without nuking the library.

>>18554007
[x] Please
The smut can wait

>>18553889
Priorities are
-Who the last person to come to the library was, what they were looking for, and if they said anything interesting
-More information about Kiara
-Any way to use magic without depending upon Kiara to shove us power for it

>>18554007
it really DOES have everything

Grab a few of the better porno books, then to kiara's biography

>>18554010
Perhaps a little.

Is it just me or does illias start getting really snarky in the evalusations of the second game?

>>18554036
My body is ready to put that bitch down. Especially after my 2nd playthrough of this new patch. Can't take all the waiting for part 3 though, going to be about a year until its out and translated I think.

>>18554007
>Please

>>18554007
Please, and why do you call her Ruin, did she like that name back in the day?

>>18553970
Meh, who cares about the Original Kama Sutra, AFAIK none of it was lost and the Richard F Burton translation has really good footnotes.

What we really lost was all of the Mediterranean poetry, history, blueprints for inventions and so on. We lost major portions if not all of the work of buckets of poets and authors, not to mention that if it hadn't burned it might of dragged people out of the dark ages much faster due to all of technical and scientific texts. We probably lost 700,000 manuscripts of various types though a good amount of there were replaceable.

>>18554059
>Not siding with illias and seizing control of illias kruez for glorious human master race

In all serious though, I do agree. Smug bitch beat down is going to be immensely satisfying.

What was that one wierd-ass clockwork thing they found at the bottom of the med a while back?

Can we find out what that was for?

>>18554036
Towards the end she is starting to snap pretty bad, especially after Beezlebub.
>>18554059
Really curious to see where the game goes from this point. The escalation in the second part was insane.

THE RECIPE FOR GREEK FIRE!

>>18554115
THIS!

Also: See if we can find schematics for achimedes' wunderwaffen

"Well, I really do want more information on Ruin... But tell me, Bob, are there some good, err... Instruction manuals, if you catch my drift?"

"This Library contains some of Socrates original work, one of which is a detailed guide on what it is that women want, if that is what you mean." Bob replies.

"I'm going to need a copy of that to go, but first, show me where to find stuff about Ruin."

"Certainly, right this way." The construct bows slightly, before leading you off through the stacks.

You follow him past rows upon rows of ancient scrolls, noticing none are dusty. Bob must be tasked with keeping them safe and in shape as well.

"Hey Bob. Do you know why she's called Ruin? Did she identify herself that way?"

"Herself, sir? No, not in the beginning. When this library was still in heavy use, Ruin is what she was called by others. Eventually she herself picked up on the name it would seem, though I digress I'm no judge of human character, I believe that the name was being used in spite."

You almost stop walking for a moment, but realize that the suit of armor isn't, so you hurry back up to keep pace.

"So she didn't come up with that name?"

"I don't believe so, it certainly isn't how I perceived it. Though again, I am not and never was human." Bob stops at a shelf with just a handful of scrolls resting upon it. These look quite tattered, different from the others, most of which appear to be in good shape.

>>18554094
link?

>>18554208
this thing
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antikythera_mechanism#Function

>>18554208
I'm assuming he means this.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antikythera_mechanism
And they know what it does, the mystery is how complex it is compared to other inventions of the same period and how it took so long for similar devices to start appearing.

>>18554208
>>18554094
Antikythera device?
it was a computer for calculating astronomical positions.

>>18554238
And by so long I mean 14 centuries

It is unique. And was used to calculate astronomical positions

>>18554194
"Have these not been maintained?"

Ask for instructions on how to handle them without damaging them, if we can. It would be a damn shame to destroy what's probably some of the only non-witchhunter information left about Kiara accidentally.

We should ask sometime very very soon, if not now, whether the last visitor was Ruin. And if not, who it was.

>>18554306
Also, what they were looking for.

In fact, second to last visitor as well, same questions.
And what was the last thing ruin looked for, if she is neither of the previous two.

>>18554256
It probably wasn't unique at the time. Cicero made references to similar devices and you don't just construct something that complex, there would have been prototypes for something like this and the area of Greece it was supposed to come from was known for making mechanical wonders.

Sadly we lost records of devices like these and the blueprints for their construction during one of the many destructions of the Library of Alexandria.

>>18554306
This, mucho grande.

>>18554306
Also, what they were looking for.

In fact, second to last visitor as well, same questions.
And what was the last thing ruin looked for, if she is neither of the previous two.

>>18554323
By unique, I meant with regards to current examples. Nothing else has been found.

>>18554007
>"Its been one thousand one hundred years and twenty five days since the last visitor. I have some text concerning Ruin, would you like me to show you?"

Does this directly state that the last visitor LEFT?

>>18554282
Likely they are either maintained by magic or are perfectly recopied by Bob before they degrade too far.

I went on a walk a bit ago and I was thinking where this quest might go.

I see us rescuing witch souls, re-binding them, and hiding them away in some kind of witch refuge far from prying eyes.

Then we find a bunch of national guard and army guys, show them a video of what the people they're guarding do, and suddenly we've got backup.

Then we light up the night.

"These, here." Bob tells you, handing over two small scrolls bound in copper wire.

You follow him to a table, where you take a seat on a marble bench and gently unwrap the scroll. Giving it a look, you realize quickly that you don't read whatever language it's written in.

"Uh, Bob... Mind translating?"

"The glass next to you, sir." His hollow voice responds as he points toward a small circular piece of hand-blown glass resting upright against a cracked wooden rest.

Gingerly you pick up the glass and raise it toward your eye. At once you can understand the text in front of you, and at the same time you don't know how. It doesn't change to English or Russian, you simply can read whatever it is that is written, despite not understanding it. Quite a bizarre feeling.

With Bob standing beside you, you start reading.

The text is written strangely and seems to concern itself more with the happenings of several other magic users, in particular a wizard with a knack for bodybuilding. Until you happen upon another name in particular. Ruin.

"Few have known conversation with Ruin, fewer still any personable. It is perhaps best to avoid her, as she is prone to lashing out when angered. Her power lends itself well to destructive forces rather than creation, power she refuses to lend to the five Magos. Her aloof nature and refusal to comply resulted in the great catastrophe of the city. By decree of the Magos, she is to be shunned by all."

The small blurb of text ends, and with a frown you look over at Bob.

"Do you know what city they are referring to?"

"The city, sir? Atlantis, of course. The city of five, sent to the bottom of the sea during the great battle bearing the same name as the city."

"Interesting read, eh?" Comes a slightly bemused and quite masculine voice from behind you.

>>18554352
> in particular a wizard with a knack for bodybuilding.
...Armstrong?

>>18554352
So the last visitor never left.

>>18554352
Yeah ok the last visitor is still here.

WOULD HAVE BEEN GOOD TO MENTION THANKS BOB

>>18554363
Or this

>>18554352
Bob, why didn't you mention that the last guest was still here and wasn't Kiara, that sort of thing is important.

Turn around and greet our new guest.

>>18554352
Fuuuuuuuu~! Order wizard!

You start on the bench, whipping around even as you draw out the Sig.

"Easy, easy." The old man holds up a hand to stop you, "I'm not here to fight you, I don't fight."

Breathing fast, you lower the gun only slightly.

"Give me one good reason not to call my witchy girl over here and let her decide what to do."

"Ruin, eh? You can call her, but she already knows, I think." The old man smiles lightly, before extending out a hand.

"Socrates." He says with a smile, "You?"

>response?

>>18554352
Judging from that, she refused to submit to what was likely a ruling council of mages, and they then blamed her, for not giving them her strength, for the destruction of atlantis. The wording does not seem to imply she destroyed it.
Seems even mages have tried to control her. Life has not been nice to Kiara.

>>18554390
"Shitting bricks at the idea that I'm meeting one of the greatest minds of human history."

>>18554390

Autograph

Autograph

Autographautographautographautograph

>>18554390
Kiss him

>>18554390
~uuuck yeah! Socrates!

>>18554390
Wat...

>>18554390
"I am the wisest man alive, for I know one thing, and that is that I know nothing."
Let's see how he responds to that.

>>18554390
mfw
How the fuck do you react to that? In character, I mean. Stare dumbstruck for awhile, I guess.
Also, Bob mentioned Socrates writing pornos. Wonder if that's what he's been doing these past 2000+ years?

>>18554390
Last Kapernieks, nice to meet you. Did you know you're famous? Have you spent the last 2,500 years in here? Can I get your autograph?

Is his beard as impressive as it ought to be?

After we're done being stunned that we have Socrates in front of us ask what he knows about Kiara, try to get another viewpoint on her, from a more neutral and balanced observer.

>>18554390
>So-Crates! Duuude!
>air guitar


I mean.

"I am thinking that you are making quite a claim."

>>18554450
No, Bob said he wrote about what women want.

I assume it's a book that just reads the word "clitoris" over and over and over.

>>18554390
We are going to be borrowing his 'instruction manual' after this. At least try not to make a bad impression.
Also, assume that he may not be who he says he is, or be as benign as he seems, while accepting he may yet be both.
We're probably safe with letting him call us Last though. And it might be worth asking if there are any other visitors here.

>>18554460
>κλειτορίς

>>18554450
well that and jerking it but i digress.

Your lips move on their own, refusing to form words as you reach around in a desperate search for a pen so that he can autograph your everything.

Socrates just watches, looking amused.

"D-died?" You finally blabber.

"Ah yes, so it was written. What they don't tell you, is that I faked it!" He says excitedly, gesturing with an outstretched finger.

"Why?"

"Why? Because I didn't feel like dying, not that I could, by that point. I'll admit my powers were never incredibly strong, but powerful enough to give me the key to my own immortality."

You suddenly and rightfully feel a bit leery, at this man and his sudden claim. Even if he does possess a great white beard so wisdom-filled to make even Gandalf envious...

"I am the wisest man alive, for I know one thing, and that is that I know nothing." You tell him, recanting what little you know about him.

"I know nothing." He smiles with a twinkle in his eye, "Even after spending so long down in here."

"Last." You extend out a hand, which the old man shakes.

"Are you the only other person down here?" You ask, looking around, half expecting ninjas.

"Quite, aside from you and Bob here." He chuckles, "I can admit, it has been rather lonesome."

"I can imagine. So you just spent the last thousand or so years reading through all of this?"

"Reading?" His bushy eyebrows furrow, "I've also done a bit of writing, and far too much drinking." He laughs and gestures at a cup of something in his other hand.

>>18554532
Join socrates in a drink, it is the only option here

>Kiara finds us later raving drunk with socrates, who by this point can drink anything under the table

>>18554532
After we ask him some important questions about Kiara, get his autograph and ask why he hasn't left, I think we all know what to do.

Go drinking with fucking Socrates!

>>18554532
...even without company, that's still much of the pleasures of civilization.
Actually, what does he know of the outside world? Given his magic and the way this place works, does he somehow manage to see outside events to any degree?
Regardless, what does he think of K-Ruin?

Pal around with him, yeah, but also ask if he knows of any way to preserve a witch soul outside of a platinum box.

We wanna restore as many of them as we can.

>>18554532
I say get shitfaced with Socrates.

>>18554532
The only real option is to drink with him and read his pornos until Kiara comes back. Or forever. That works too.

"And you know English... How?"

"Because you know it. My meager powers were quite attuned for quickly picking up information, after all." He reaches out to Bob, who hands him some kind of small amphora. Out of this, Socrates pours more mead into his cup before taking a long drink.

"Where does the wine come from?"

"Eh? Magic." Socrates shrugs, pointing at Bob, "He brews up quite the batch of mead."

You sit back down on the bench, trying to formulate all your ideas inside your head into some kind of coherent thought pattern.

"So you've met Kiara... Ruin, before?"

"A few times, here in the library mostly. One of the few people who knew my real name, never could hide anything from that girl." Socrates notices you staring and reaches back to Bob, who produces a second cup, which Socrates fills before handing it to you.

"You have no idea how badly I needed this." You grin as you toss it back.

The two of you sit across from each other, both drinking heavily. Socrates is completely different than the marble, stoic figure that you'd been taught about in high school. He's pretty damn funny, very insightful, and kind of a massive pervert.

"...and THAT is why you don't go after a Spartan's daughter!" He finishes, both of you erupting into half-drunken laughter.

"So tell me more about Ruin... I'm kind of curious." You ask, reaching out for your cup of mead, quite aware you're past just a buzz now.

"Ruin, eh? She's a dark girl, that one. Never one for idle chat or general revelry. I know the five Magos sought to use her powers to increase their mastery over the sea, and she refused them. There was a battle with magic the scale of which perhaps hasn't been seen since... And she sunk the city itself, submerged it under the waves and sent it to the ocean floor." Socrates pauses and sets his drink down.

"She never did get over that, I don't think. Wouldn't hardly talk to anyone, kept to herself, and then one day she was gone." Socrates makes a vanishing gesture with his hand, and finishes off his cup.

>question/talk/action?

>>18554654
So how do you keep yourself from going insane down here?

AND HAVE WE GOTTEN THE AUTOGRAPH YET?!

>>18554654
Why do you not go back into the world?

>>18554694
Because he'd get killed. What a silly question. "Why can't the hunters outside detect all the magic in here" might be somewhat more practical, or "here, take a look at this platinum prison for a dismembered witch; can we do anything for the poor person inside?"

>>18554654
She's an odd one, keeps calling me mortal, even though I'm undead and probably not going to die until I ask her to let me.

But Atlantis, she didn't tell me that one, she definitely wins the shitty life contest. She seems to like me or at least tolerate me, though she does freezing my shower and making fun of me counts.

Give Socrates the gist of our story, see if he has any insights.

Get his autograph. Make Bob drink some mead.

>>18554654
"She was caught and rended by the order."
"I've been drafted into putting her back together"

>>18554654
"Dude, why are you hiding out down here? Oh wait, the order. Well, wait until we get that problem cleaned up, then come topside. There's a whole world full of new women out there, in all kinds of new flavors..."

"Yeah, she's weird all right. Calls me mortal even though I'm not really. Teases and berates me constantly..." You drone about her for a good few minutes, while Socrates listens with an ever growing smile.

"I mean, she was rended by the order, right? But I helped her get two pieces back together and we're working on the third... I just don't get why she acts like... Well... Her!"

The old man chuckles sagely.

"Here, I believe this might answer the question better than I can say it."

He holds out a scroll, a very small one. You bring the glass up to your face and read the outside. "What women want." With "Socrates" underneath it.

Opening it up, you are surprised to see only one line of text.

"Women don't know what they want."

Socrates notices your expression and laughs quite heartily, almost spilling his drink.

"At the end of the day, Ruin is a woman. A powerful, immortal one, perhaps, but a woman nonetheless."

"Didn't think you were misonogynistic..." You frown.

He extends you another scroll entitled "What men want." Inside, you find a single line again: "Wine, women, and wealth."

"You know, that's... Well, yeah I think that pretty much sums it all up..." You shrug, unable to argue.

"So why not go back? To the outside world? I mean, aren't you going insane down here?"

"To the outside world, eh? A complicated issue. I didn't wish to reveal myself, having faked my own death. Nor was or am I overly eager to return..." He frowns as he stares at your forehead, "Judging by what I can see within your mind, I can't say that I made the wrong choice. The world has lost its way." He says simply.

You lean back and take a long drink, thinking that statement over.

>>18554856
>This fuckin' guy

>>18554856
Socrates is also a master-class troll apparently.
We could ask if hea has any general advice for us.


AND I DON"T SEE ANY AUTOGRAPHS

"Well, makes sense I guess. Anyways, you know any way to free a witch's soul from a platinum box, about yea big." You gesture.

"Hmm, a box, eh? Platinum complicates all magic, absorbs it. I don't know much about this rending process, it was developed after I began my stay here... If I had to guess... I would speculate that like water, you can simply find another vessel to pour the soul into, lest it splash upon the ground."

"So put it in a different box?"

"One less prison-like, perhaps yes. It sounds as though the soul is furious upon its release, so you would do well to calm it rather than simply contain it. This is all just speculation, though." Socrates frowns.

"Well its worth a try, I guess. Say, I don't want this to be weird, but... Can I have an autograph?"

"Certainly, Last, certainly." Socrates laughs, before extending out a quill and a piece of papyrus. He quickly jots down a series of Greek characters, and signs it in perfect cursive below.

"I rather like that flowing style of writing, thank you for that." He adds as you notice the signature in cursive, far more elegant than you would ever be capable of.

>question/talk/action?

>go find information on (what)

>>18554953
>HOLY RELIC ACQUIRED

Might as well look for kiara, see if she needs any help.

Yea, from what little history I can assume is true christianity killed the progress you started and now the world is full of greed all in the name of a God I'm starting to think might be made up.

I see why you stated down here... So, how do I learn to master this magic I've recently acquired so I can fix all the problems with the order. Oh and what do you remember of the order from your time?

>>18554953
Lern about witchhunters

Were there any before the Order? How did the Order get started? What were their techniques back in the day?

Try conversing with the soul in the box

>>18554953
Tell Socrates that once everything's blown over and hopefully the order scattered that we'd love to take him up to the surface and buy him a drink.

Pick up some of his manuals on women and the more interesting looking smut.

Go find information on permanently killing immortals like the Pheonix.

See if we can find some place less cramped to put the soul so we can converse with it, we will want Kiara's help on this one.

>>18554953
ask for any advice in general
>dealing with the order and the pheonix dude
>dealing with the our father
>any tips for magical hiding
>consequnces for defeating the order

the last one is rather important as the order seems to more or less control the world and pull all the strings. destroying them would have some pretty heavy fallout. chaos and all that, may wekk end in a nuclear armagedon what with the massive power shifts

>>18555017
>Campaign ends with last and kiara silhouetted against the sky, nuclear detonations visible in the distance
>Last:Was it worth it?
>Kiara: I...I don't know

>>18554982
sadly carbon dating and the fact its in cursive means we can't sell it on Ebay.

Use it like a seal from Warhammer, affix it to our lapel with candle wax and pray that it protects us from harm.

(I'd love to hear more about ruin fighting the magos with Atlantis but IC I don't think it needs further expanding, at least not priority like other info)

>>18555042
WELL HEY I CAN ANSWER THAT ONE FOR YOU

FUCK NO IT WASNT

BAD END
RELOAD

"You're uh, welcome... So anyways, do you know anything about witch hunters? I mean, was the Order around during your time?"

"Witch hunters existed, though they were a minority. Magic was powerful during my time, worshiped, even. There was no central Order as there exists now, but rogue fragments, pockets of men who sought to kill off the non-immortal witches in the night."

You sigh, you'd hoped he would have had some combat advice or something.

"Well how about killing off an immortal, but one who isn't a magic user? A man cursed with immortality."

Socrates raises an eyebrow at the question.

"Ah, not often that you hear about such a curse. Normal means will likely have no result, as you already know. I'm no warrior, but I believe if you found a way to sever a curse rather than his neck, you would perhaps find a solution to ending him."

"Break the curse, eh? Sounds more difficult than just leveling him with a SMAW until he quits regrowing..." You gripe, but you aren't surprised there are no easy shortcuts for something like this.

"Well you seem like you've remained hidden down here for a long time, what's the trick, to hiding magic? I'm tired of pinging radar wherever I go because miss "Despoiler of Sequins" can't mask her presence."

"I'm hidden merely because I am here. This is a safe place, a place obscured with powerful magic and at the same time, deep beneath the ocean surface. Rather than simply try to mask her, why not give them too many things to search for? Pigeons to every far corner of the earth, irradiated with magic, something like that?" Socrates answers, and you instantly wish you'd thought of that idea sooner. Send the Order on a wild goose chase by giving them too many things to track.

>>18555090
Rebuild captured/recovered witch souls into mechanical birds, or calm them down and place them into toy planes they can fly around (no need for batteries. the tiny magical effort of powering the thing will be a nice flare)

They would be pretty hard to catch, and every Sword operative we run into will provide more false trails.

>>18555123
interesting, but I don't think small planes will provide a large enough signature.

>>18555090
Socrates, you mad genius, I definitely need to take you out for a drink after all this.

Ask if he thinks there is any way to mitigate the nasty power vacuum taking out the order will cause.

Ask for family advice concerning our father and the coming up anniversary.

Get more drunk with Socrates until Kiara find what she is looking for, then ask about moving the soul we have to a different container and trying to cheer it up and use it for good.

>>18555123
If the soul's would be willing, that isn't a bad idea. Have kiara make their signature larger as well

>>18555123
head to nearest rebil militia base, attach souls to toyota hiluxes
????
confusion

1) find large pack of migratory birds
2) magic! Then send out to every corner of globe
3) fuck global eco system by removing birds
4) err.. Just as planned!

>>18555145
One other thing, we might be able to irradiate people as well. Though given what the order would do to them, I suggest saving that for mind wiped order members or something.

Just caught up on the thread, quick question: it looked to the Order dude like the AK Kiara fired was floating in the air, right? Or do the soul boxes let them see her?

"That's a damn good idea, I'll do just that."

"Well I'm not known for my signing." Socrates chuckles into his mead.

You set your own drink down as a dark thought looms inside your mind.

"So what do you think happens if we do topple the Order? You can see my mind, so you must know how powerful they've become..."

Socrates sets his own cup down and nods slowly, for a few moments.

"There is no easy way to answer that, I'm sure. But to do right based on the principle of righteousness is far better than allowing wrong based on fear. As soon as you surrender to your fears, they own you."

"So we should be fine as long as we're doing the right thing?"

"You should be content knowing what you did was the right thing, regardless of consequence. At the same time, make sure what you feel is right is actually right. What one man holds as truth is not always or even often the same as the views of another." Socrates picks his cup back up again, and you do the same.

"And if I do the right thing and it leaves some kind of power vacuum, or something... Worse?"

"Then it wouldn't be the first time that man has been left with just a flint to rekindle a fire."

You sit back and ponder his words, their meaning. Even if you do send the Order under, and everyone attached to it... New leaders will emerge? You hope you have it right.

>>18555167
floating dakka, which isn't really outside the realm of even simple magic

>>18555183
So it looked like we were trying to shoot him with magic, gave up, stopped and gunned him down/?
That's a more amusing image than it has any right to be.

"Man, everything is always so damn complicated..." You moan, reaching out to let Bob refill your cup.

"Trouble with your father?" Socrates asks knowingly.

"How did you...? Yeah. You could say that."

"There comes a point in every man's life that he must not only accept his son as his son, but also as a man. If your father can accept you as a man, he can also accept the choices you've made not as his son, but as a man."

"...You're saying if I just come clean that I didn't want his life... That he'll accept it?" You ask, sloshing the mead around in the cup accidentally as you nearly tip sideways on the bench.

"Perhaps not immediately, perhaps never. But if your father is a true man, he will." Socrates nods.

You feel a dark presence lurking behind you, seething with untold, unfathomable anger.

"Oh hiya Kiara." You smile as you turn around.

"I leave you alone for a little while, an hour, tops... And this is what happens?!" Kiara gestures between you and Socrates, both quite red in the face, and Bob pouring each of you more booze.

>action/reaction?

>>18555248
offer her a cup

>>18555248
Maybe she wants a drink? Offer mead

>>18555248
"Want a drink? Oh, right, you're a ghost. Sucks to be you."

>>18555248
"Ayup."

>>18555248
You left me in the company of Socrates, one of histories greatest scholars, philosophers, advice givers, all around cool guys and a magnificent pervert. What did you expect to happen oh Mistress of Stubbed Toes?

Would you like a drink?

"Pretty awesome, right? Drink?" You extend her the cup, which she makes no motion to accept.

"Good to see you again." Socrates adds, raising his own cup in toast.

"Socrates." Kiara says pointedly, "Down here permanently now, eh?"

Socrates shrugs with a small smile.

"Anyways, mortal, I found what we came here for. At least, part of it."

"Oh do go on "Stubber of Toes, Grace of Humming Birds"." You droll, quite drunkenly.

"Ugh... The family is indeed linked back to Scipio, at least the Italian side. As for the French, the scrolls have nothing." She sighs, clearly having expected more herself.

"And didja find where we need to go?" You ask with a frown.

"If these scrolls are correct, than the family is likely still based in Rome as it is there that was the seat of their power. I doubt they've left it, even after I put it down like the sick wolf it was."

"You mean I gotta leave my buddy here behind?" You complain, gesturing with your cup toward Socrates.

"Seeing as the old fool isn't likely to come with us, yes."

"Old fool?" You frown.

"Old fool." She affirms.

"Yep." Socrates nods as he drains the rest of his cup.

>question/talk/action?

>>18555379
Ask Bob who the last visitor was. ~1300 years is quite a while for Socrates to stick around after faking his death.

>>18555379
I guess were going to rome, but we shall return after our shit is done for our bro socrates.

>>18555379
One for the road I guess.

Also just remembered the Phoenix guy's sword being special. We should ask about that. Maybe some Durendal stuff goin on.

Thread is now archived on suptg.

Someone remember to save their upvote for the end of this session so we get a complete archival instead of on that ends early like last time

>>18555379
First he isn't a fool, he had a brilliant idea, why don't you find a flock of birds, a parking lot of cars and a school of fish or something like that, toss a pile of magic on top of it and let them ping all the radars that the Order has. Also have you seen his writing collection, man is a literary genius with a grasp of people.

Also for killing the Pheonix instead of dropping a building on him can't you being the mighty witch of the west trace his curse back to it's origin and sever it there?

Eh, Bob, who was the last visitor, if it was Kiara who was the last visitor before Kiara and what were they looking for?

Lastly I'm drunk, my new best bud is here, and it's late at night so we may as well spend the night here.

"Yeah well I think he's a pretty cool dude..." You grumble as you rise out of the seat, "Had a great idea for hiding from the Order. See we get a bunch of birds and then we..."

"Irradiate them, yes I know, I can read your mind faster than you can say it, you drunk." Kiara sighs.

"Irradiate th... Oh, well yeah you get it."

"Have there been any other visitors, Librarian? Any more recent than him? Anyone I should know about?" She points at Socrates.

Bob seems to think for a moment, before it nods its helmet.

"Magos Arcinter was here last, approximately..."

"So he's still alive..." Kiara hisses, making no effort to conceal her rage, her purple eyes flashing in anger.

"Who is?" You ask, a bit confused.

"A trifle I'll have to contend with, a matter I thought I'd already resolved." The witch replies through gritted teeth, and you can almost see the gears in her head turning.

"Is it the dude with the sword? Because Socrates here thinks that sword is probably meteoric platinum forged by some wizard somewhere."

"No, you idiot, it isn't the Phoenix."

"Then who?" You frown.

"One of the Five of Atlantis, the man who thought he could bend the seas themselves to his will, and use me to do it. What was he looking for, Librarian?"

"He wouldn't say, he left in quite a hurry." Bob says, sounding distressed, "I tried to stop him, but he made off with it..."

"With WHAT?!" Kiara seethes.

"The body of Alexander..."

>question/talk/action

>>18555549
"Uh... that sounds bad, but Bob said earlier that the last visitor was 1100 years ago. Couldn't he be dead already?"

>>18555549
"Look, if there's some arch-wizard out there plotting sinister bullshit, wouldn't the hunters have caught him a long time ago? They don't seem the types to leave any serious powerhouses alive and outside of their control."

>>18555549
So 1100 years ago this guy stole the Body of Alexander, honestly whatever plans he had for it are probably already far in effect and we can't prioritize dealing with him over getting your body back.

Sure he's probably not dead but he's not a current priority, unless he's mixed up with the Order, which is possible.

What exactly can his body do anyhow, was he rended and he's putting him back together? Or is it just a powerful magic focus or rallying point or some shit like that.

Also, Unholy Mother of Dust Bunnies, do you think there is a way to take the souls in these cubes and calm them down or use them for the forces of good somehow or give them at least somewhere nicer to chill?

>>18555549
She really needs to learn to chill.

in b4 he's the leader of the order, using the body of alexander's charisma to overpower the minds of lesser mortals.

>>18555653
He created the order to hunt down Ruin as revenge for destroying atlantis

>>18555695
in b4 he's still around somewhere then

>>18555549

Ask why Alexander's body matters.

>>18555705
inb4 he is conspiracy bro

>>18555653
>>18555695
>>18555705
>>18555717

Rev up that paranoia. Don't forget that Diego is one of his agents.

>>18555727
What if our Dad is zombie Alexander?

>>18555727
>Diego is one of his agents
Diego/conspiracy bro/Alexander/Magos Arcinter are one and the same

>>18555739
>MINDFUCK

"Well that sounds, uh... Bad. Couldn't that guy just as easily be dead by now?" You ask.

"Dead? Unlikely. He was an immortal when I knew him, he certainly is an immortal still."

"Than wait, wouldn't the order have already caught up to him by now? If he is some kind of super wizard or something?"

Kiara turns to you, looking annoyed.

"Because he isn't the average immortal, like I am. He doesn't exist by magic. That man... He survives like a virus, taking over a new host when he is near death. Its impossible to even know what he looks like, what he could be doing..." She trails off, apparently too worked up to continue.

"And the body? Whats so special about some old bones, or dust, or whatever?"

"I... I don't know... I expected him to go after something more obvious, the shield of Achilles perhaps... I know Alexander was a powerful magic user, though not immortal..." Kiara stops and shakes her head, clearly out of ideas.

"So what? Just another dude we have to take on? He involved with the Order? Just to spite you?"

"With the Order? Unlikely, he would have no taste for killing off his own, those that didn't disobey him, at least. He would be seeking to recruit them instead." She replies.

"So what are you so worried about?" You frown.

"I'm worried because that man would stop at nothing to achieve whatever his goal is. He didn't stop even when it meant the absolute destruction of his city, he certainly isn't going to stop now."

"Whatever, I'm not worried. I'll just super punch him back down to Atlantis to sleep with the fishes." You smirk.

"I'm glad you can be so optimistic. Especially considering I failed to end him even when I was more powerful than he at the time." Kiara glares, folding her arms.

>talk/question/action?

What if.

Kiera was actually Zombie Alexander who was actually a trap.

>>18555789
"Wah, what are we goona do in Granicus?"

Conquest =3

>>18555789
MIND=BLOWN

>>18555785
Lighten up, there is no point in stressing over it at this stage. He's had the body for over a millennia, whatever he intended to do with it has likely already occurred. Right now, let's just focus on getting you your body back.

>>18555785
We should release her tension via back massage.

Nah, I'm joking, we should totally drunk vomit on her.

>>18555789
>>18555813


Make it so.

>>18555785
"Eh, don't feel bad, you were probably just drunk when you tried. Seriously, can we take Bob's Bottomless Mini-fridge with us?

>>18555821
If we find Alex's body first can she use that?

"The wonderful thing about dealing with immortals is that you do it just the same way my father dealt with traitors.

Pack them in concrete and dump em in the ocean. In 10 years coral will have grown all over it and nobody would ever think to even look there. His eternal life will become an eternal prison."

>>18555789
>>18555813

Do it.

At least for an eventual huehuehue.

>>18555852
To be fair, that didn't really stop Kiara.

>>18555785
He could be anyone has far reaching plans that somehow involve the body of Alexander the Great.

Honestly Kiara we have way too much on our plate to really pay any attention to his hypothetical plans, hell we don't even know his goals.

Our current problems are the Order and the Pheonix. Are you gonna be able to track the curse back to the source and cut it off there if need be or am I going to have to encase the fucker in a cube of molten iron and toss him in the Mariana Trench?

But for now I'm going to drink with Socrates, we're going to sing, probably off-key and you're going to calm down and join us. Loosen up, we're in a underwater undetectable library.

"I can be optimistic because nothing has actually changed. Whatever this guy is doing has been set in motion over a thousand years ago, not to mention we don't even know what he's actually doing.

Hell, for all we know he decided to make a pocket dimension where he's a god in his heaven and escaped into it centuries ago."

>>18555785
"Pff, whatever. He's not an immediate problem. It's a wide, wide world out there and this guy is just one jackass amongst six billion of them.

"Anyway, seeing as you're pinging all the witch hunters' radars when we're not in here, this seems like a perfect place to get some rest and relax for a couple days. Our enemies aren't going anywhere."

>>18555873
Seven billion now actually.

>>18555883
Can I save face by claiming that one in seven people isn't a jackass?

>>18555785
Try offering her a drink again and remind her that we have higher priorities.

Think mangos could be a red herring. It's been stated whatever he had planned with Alexander's body happened 1,000 years ago. Last has so much on his plate his head has to be spinning... I vote more drinking and singing till Kiara can figure some of the problems out. If she is so powerful why rely on a mortal for her problems? Till she recognizes us as an equal we keep drinking in a safe place.

"Quit worrying about it, 'sall good. We cross that bridge when we come to it, but until then, we don't worry about it. Lets just focus on getting your body back, eh?"

"Just ignore whatever he's up to?" She asks hotly.

"Ayup. Lets just get your body back, juice you up a bit with some trees and shit, and take out the Order. Then we worry about crazy Atlantian wizards and old bodies of dead generals."

Kiara sighs, before sinking down next to you. She rests her head on her arms and appears quite deflated. You wonder if the stress of all this gets to her more than she lets on.

"I suppose you *hic* have a point. There isn't much I could do in this state anyways..." She tilts her head to look at you, and you notice her face is quite flush.

You eye her wearily, and she looks back, her annoyance quite clear.

"You're starting to get drunk." You finally declare like a detective on a cop show revealing the bad guy.

"I started feeling it as soon as you started drinking. I'm still connected to your mind, after all." She pouts, burying her head in her arms.

"Hahahaha!!!!" You erupt into laughter, watching as Kiara sinks even lower in the seat.

"Shut up." She growls.

"You must be a lightweight with how short you are." You prod.

Socrates stands up from the table, stretching his arms above his head, before grabbing Bob around the neck. He proceeds to fill your cup back up to the brim, before spinning lightly on his heel.

"C'mon Bob, you and I are going to go talk philosophy, all this stuff has me bored." He starts heading away from you, "You two play nice now..."

Kiara shoots him a glare that you swear nearly sets the old man's toga on fire.

"So we're just going to ignore this current plot by a mad man and focus on getting me back in one *hic* piece, eh?" She sounds as though she's starting to slur.

"S'right. Seems like a good plan." You nod.

>talk/question/action?

>last one, then I've got to scoot to finish up a bit of homework and hit the sack. Long damn day tomorrow.

>>18556049
hold her closer, sleep, dreamtime

>>18556049
Important question time:

Do we have our MP3 player?

If so, time to sing. If not, time to sing.

>>18556040
>>18556049
>Drunk kiara
Totally worth whatever comes of this.
As for what we do? Relax. This is the first safe place we've been in since this began

>>18556049
Well he's had over a thousand years to plan contingencies, probably a number tailor made for you, we don't know his goals and he could be anyone or anywhere. We aren't going to dent his operation without your body so we do what we can.

Can you drink in your current form or can you only experience alcohol vicariously through me, if you can have a bit.

After a bit more drinking and revelry find a nice soft bed, give the tense witch a massage and collapse in bed with her in our arms, the first time in a long while we can sleep without relentless paranoia.

>>18556049
Chill, I suppose. We're not in a huge rush, we're safe, and we need to sober up. Maybe ask Kiara more about the library. That or HUEHUEHUE, but she'd probably not cotton to that even drunk.
Good to know we can mess her up a bit, though.

>>18556049
Best drink down the rest of that cup.

"You need all your pieces anyway. Being without a body must be miserable, and what's the point to anything if we can't be happy? You have a nice laugh, you know."

>>18556040
Does this come down just to the mind connection? Cause if so then it'd persist even after she got her body back.

>>18556049
First thing to do would find out what witch bodies do. And what the order does with the bodies of other witches.

The only thing I can think that would help with that would to go to rome and poke around.

But to stay safe we need to set up all the magic animals first. So lets do that.

>>18556133
Yes, we should also make a confusing drunken confession of our liking her.

>>18556240
One step at a time. Kiara's a prickly one, and she's a woman. According to the wisdom of Socrates, she therefore doesn't know what she wants and it's up to us to convince her that she wants what we want.

"I suppose it will have to do..." She sighs before standing up. You push yourself up from the table as well, before draining the last cup in a single go.

Kiara glares daggers as she watches, and you just shrug after you finish.

"Couldn't just let it go to waste..." You mumble.

"Oh whatever." She starts a brisk walk down the isles of knowledge.

"Hey, where we headed?" You ponder as you pass rows upon rows of shelves, most stacked high.

"I don't care where YOU go, but I'm finding some place to rest." She grumbles, searching around. Finally she spots a section of flooring adorned with rather lavish looking rugs. Seeing no place better, she picks her legs up and floats gently down to the floor.

You lay down next to her, though not close enough to make it awkward.

"Guess its going to be a long journey still, eh?" You ask, looking over at her. Her purple eyes glance over to meet your own.

>>18556240
How about no. Last time we tried that we got hit by a truck.

>>18556240
That has to be handled incredibly carefully or it will result in a Bad End.

MAYBE if you make it really clear that it's a platonic love, sure. Like the way one loves themselves, sure. I could see that working.

"With you, any journey would seem long." She laughs quietly.

"You should do that more often, laughing is good for you, you know."

"Idiots say a lot of things are good for you." She sighs, shutting her eyes.

You figure that's as good a place as any to let her fall asleep. You are already starting to feel drowsy yourself. You've never had mead, and your last thought is wondering whether or not it will leave you with a bitch of a hangover or not.

Kiara doesn't invade your dreams this night, instead, you find yourself at an arcade playing whack-a-mole with Socrates's heads as they pop out and spout off philosophical tidbits. As bizarre a dream it was, you find it quite preferable to the situation you wake up to.

One arm across your chest, face so close you can feel the breath from her nose, Kiara sleeps quite soundly.

>Z&W will continue Thursday at around 7pmish.

>I'll lurk but I'm done writing for the night, need food and homework

>>18556266
we never did get illegal immigrant quest...

>>18556240
a tad pointless, she can easily read our mind after all

>>18556270
This should be good.

>>18556270
It's been fun. I look forward to the next session.

And just to confirm, is it Kiara who has moved, or us?

>>18556270
>a bitch of a hangover

Quite.

>>18556296
Her arm is on top of us, but I doubt she'll listen to reason.

>>18556305
Yup. We're already in the hole, might as well wrap an arm around her and drift back off to sleep.

>>18556300
There will definitely be bitching.

>>18556305
Either way, teasing is in order.

>we wake up
>Kiara wakes up
>MISUNDERSTANDINGS

Of all the paths this quest could take, typical harem hijinks is what I DO NOT WANT.

>>18556322
TSUN~
TSUN~
DERE~
DERE~

>>18556290
S-stupid m-mortal! I-it's not like I w-wanted to spoon with you or anything! I just r-rolled in my s-sleep y-you b-baka...

>>18556275
Similar to this quest, but rather than a single witch in your head, you get eight loud ones that like to stay up all night drinking tequila and watching soccer.

Also in addition to evading the Order, you have to watch out for immigration.

You use your super strength to remove stains from floors at your janitorial night job.

>>18556322
>Harem
>2/3 of one woman

I don't really think this qualifies.

>>18556305
Seems I misread that as our arm being across our chest...it makes more sense now, thanks.

>>18556334
...I'd play it. If only for the inevitable, hilarity ensues.

>>18556270
my face when
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ShBKQD7tgVE

She'll play it off that our subconscious moved her like that, and we'll have no way to call her on it.

But we know the truth.

>>18556370
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AMERICA!!! Furk year!

>>18556413
>Playable in the UK
>RuleBritannia.mp3

>>18556425
REROUUCCHHHEEEE!!!!!

>>18556448
SUZAKKUUUUUU!!!!!

>>18556370
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fTRQn-ijsrY
the song

Just throwing this out there:

This quest is so perfect for "HUE" tangents, anyone else think it'd be a neat idea if papa or other quest authors guest-authored non-canon oneshots?

Personally I think Trucker & Witch would have been
hilarious, Goat & Witch was pretty great too