File: 1347249804346.jpg-(46 KB, 596x596, A JELLY DONUT.jpg)

>other?

I have my own witch-issues 'wishhues' (hue hue)

>>20667603
>Agree

It's not like our disagreement is going to stop him. Let's make sure he doesn't screw EVERYTHING up.

>>20667603
>Agree

Sean may be a prick, but having a pissed-off Samurai chick on his case will be *baaad* for him. In addition to her possibly beating it into him, it'll probably ruin their relationship. And Sean, prick as he may be, doesn't deserve *that*.

>>20667628
I wisshue'd never made that joke.

>>20667603
[x]Agree.

rolled 15 = 15

>Agree

We should just confront Sean. Make sure you're carrying that POWER GLOVE, though.

>>20667603
>agree
yeah its kind of dickish

Agree, but also try to hint that, shockingly, we have issues right now too (hue)

File: 1347250106033.gif-(2 MB, 403x287, lolololol.gif)

>>20667603

>Agree

Can't let MC fuck EVERYTHING to hell and gone, and Sakamoto isn't exactly known for being gentle. Or subtle.

Also

>Title

>>20667603
Agree.
We should find a way to bash it into his skull before Sakamoto bashes it into his pelvis.

File: 1347250140806.jpg-(183 KB, 600x596, miocake.jpg)

>>20667645
hue hue

>>20667675
pssst Bob
>>20636475

everyone else ignore me

File: 1347250198283.jpg-(232 KB, 1000x722, 1343307444891.jpg)

Strike Witches on /tg/?

I am excite

>>20667667
"Hey, I shoved you into a room with an underage french girl and the handed you 2 beers. If you can't get something going, you're gay."

>>20667691
What rock have you been hiding under?

File: 1347250340089.jpg-(48 KB, 600x674, 1339238206188.jpg)

>>20667691
>first time on SWQ

You sir, are in for a treat.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=strike%20witches

>>20667691
No, Planefag! Ignore the badly-drawn Me-109! Concentrate!

>>20667691
>Oh boy, Strike Witches!
>Wait, why are there men?
>Why are we a man?
>Dropped

>>20667691

We need a Slowpoke Witch .jpg

>Have to sort our shit
>Try to sort Young's shit instead
>End up teaming to sort Sean's shit
>All this shit-sorting buck-passing

It's like playing hot potato, but with the emotions of high-powered magic girls.

>>20667603
>Agree
We've got our own issues to sort out, but if we left this completely to Young, he'd undoubtedly cock it up. His failures at social interaction are only equaled by his exploits in the sky, after all.

>>20667691
Why isn't she wearing pants?

Why is she wearing a pony buttplug?

>>20667730
Nothing is perfect.

>>20667748
You don't know shit about Strike Witches do you?

File: 1347250535454.jpg-(46 KB, 720x480, 1337953583347.jpg)

>>20667723
What was that Ericabutt? There's a Me-109 trapped in a well?

>>20667748
Even if I had access to my image folder, I don't think I have a reaction image for this

File: 1347250571367.jpg-(102 KB, 600x601, 1339238241348.jpg)

>>20667754

>>20667766
whut

File: 1347250660279.jpg-(30 KB, 510x385, 1333154780129.jpg)

"Yeah," you agree. "They're both headstrong assholes not prone to contemplative reflection, but neither of them have skulls like mountain goats."

Young looks at you solemnly.

"Ian, what the fuck are you babbling about?"

"... Mountain goats, you fucking philistine. They butt heads all day. With skulls almost as thick as yours."

Young nods. "So what the fucks your point?"

"They're going to fucking kill each other!" you exclaim, grabbing your moronic pilot by the shirt-front and shaking him a little. "Sakamoto's only alive because she's got moderating personalities around her, but Sean's like, like the goddamn primer and she's the cartridge!"

"Yeah," Young agrees, visage dark. "She's going to be like WAHAHAHAHAHA and Sean will be like "LEMME TELL YOU WHY THAT'S BULLSHIT" and they're going to have another sword-fight, but on the roof during a thunderstorm."

"As long as they don't jump off a tower with a pa-" you're cut off by the KLANG of Young flipping your visor down, hard. "So you're going to spend another day In Iron Clad?" Young asks.

"I've been trying to penetrate the mysteries of Perrine," you say.

"They're-"

"Finish that sentence," you invite him, tapping the still-gauntleted fingers of your right hand on your hip.

"So you're trying to figure out why she's crazy, or why she's a stuck-up snobbish bitch?" Young amends.

>>20667691

"Well honey, when a BF-109 and an FW-190 love each other VERY MUCH..."

File: 1347250920969.jpg-(454 KB, 850x740, you've got a bit of frenc(...).jpg)

No Sakamoto, what you did was rape, you raped Ian.

Fufufu~

>>20667796
Well that's easy.
She's crazy because she's a Witch, and she's stuck-up and snobbish because she's French.

No, we're trying to figure out what her issues are.

>>20667796

>penetrate the mysteries of Perrine
>In Iron Clad
>Similies involving ammo

Now I remember why I missed this quest so much

rolled 9 = 9

>>20667810
"Daddy, How are Me-262s made?"

>>20667851
Not only French, but a Frenchie that just learned that her crush is English

File: 1347251411849.gif-(541 KB, 640x480, crnuts.gif)

>>20667918
and MY MOTHER IS HERE

File: 1347251477363.jpg-(107 KB, 940x1423, 23102827.jpg)

>>20667851
>implying all French witches are snobbish

File: 1347251518047.jpg-(406 KB, 3914x2244, 1330033139772.jpg)

"Mostly the crazy part, I'm moderately sure she's just a stuck-up bitch. I don't know where the crazy comes in."

Young crosses his arms and squints at you. "What exactly has she DONE to you, anyway? You never really told me."

"Well... aside from the stalking, the attempts to sneak into my room and reconnoiter what brand of shirt I wear, what aftershave I use, what brand of goddamn underwear I buy-"

"Wait, how do you-"

"Read her notepad before I ate it," you reply. "She's tried to find excuses to announce her entire family line and all their connections to royalty in anything and/or everything approaching moderate conversation, and she shadows me more intently then a frustrated U-Boat skipper. She's a constant pain in my everything."

"And the shotgun incident?"

"I woke up from a mid-afternoon nap with my hand handcuffed to the headboard, and Perrine in a silk bathrobe sitting next to me," you relate.

Young seems to suck his lips into his mouth and pinch them between his teeth. You know his tells fairly well, and file this away for future reference.

"How'd you get out of that?"

"Well," you tell him, "my bed no longer has a headboard. I missed Perrine as she ran out the door and it broke in half when it hit the doorframe."

Young is giving you a rather astonished look. You give him a few seconds to transfer to the appropriate expression of commiserating disapproval, but it never comes.

You glare back at him, yanking your helmet off and tossing it over your shoulder. "The hell you say?"

"I didn't say anyth-"

"The hell you didn't," you retort. "The hell you say?"

>>20667973
>You know his tells fairly well, and file this away for future reference.
We already got Young for this, we tossed him in the bath a while ago.

>>20667973
Dude...what?
>inb4 Ian's mom walks in on Ian and MC fighting...Ian in armored regalia

File: 1347251885956.gif-(449 KB, 286x119, nocandoi.gif)

>>20668016
>inb4 Ian's mom walks in DEEP IN CONVERSATION WITH PERRINE on Ian and MC fighting...Ian in armored regalia

>ftfy

File: 1347251986783.jpg-(22 KB, 500x500, 1330555980172.jpg)

"Aw-right Mac, let's review," Young says. "She got a little fresh with you and you chased her with a fucking shotgun."

"Beanbag rounds!"

"Those can crack ribs in grown men and you went after a SIXTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL with them!?"

"I missed!" you reply, feeling your hackles start to twitch. "That arrogant pushy nosy bitch tried to RAPE me-"

"My god," Young deadpans, "attack of the ninety-pound woman."

"With Lightning Powers," you say, slamming each word down like a cinderblock.

"Did she actually shock you? Ever?"

"Did I actually shoot her?" Ian retorts.

Young sighs. "I'm just saying, man... this isn't you. At all. You've been acting like me."

You gasp, utterly astonished by his audacity.

>YOU TAKE THAT BACK
>who kicked his way out of two closets, again?
>... oh god the stupid is contagious help me
>other?

>YOU TAKE THAT BACK

File: 1347252072667.png-(25 KB, 650x646, english troll.png)

>>20667999

But he didn't APOLOGIZE, even after hearing what nefarious ends his handiwork was put to.

This means we must buy Robin something EXTREMELY NOISY.

rolled 1 = 1

>>20668078
>... oh god the stupid is contagious help me

>... oh god the stupid is contagious help me

We must contain this sickness before it dooms the world!

>>20668078
>Young being the calm and rational one
>Ian being panic stricken

OH GOD WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? ARE WE AT BIZZARO BARIN?

>>20668078
>... oh god the stupid is contagious help me
We..we need to calm the fuck down.
Maybe stick our head in a bucket of ice.

>>20668078
[x] ... oh god the stupid is contagious help me

>>20668078
I CAUGHT THE STUPIDS

By which I mean /tg/

>>20668078
>... oh god the stupid is contagious help me

>>20668078
>... oh god the stupid is contagious help me
It's like radiation oh christ

>>20668078
Oh god no, the stupid is contagious
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME YOU FUCKING YANKEE BASTARD!!!

>... oh god the stupid is contagious help me
I am have the dumbs

>>20668078
>... oh god the stupid is contagious help me

File: 1347252316560.jpg-(83 KB, 627x600, french witches best witches.jpg)

>other?
That's just like your opinion man.

>>20668101
This is a dark path. Never ending escalation and snap rolls for erryone
>>20668078
Dear god I've caught the dumbs

File: 1347252402293.jpg-(38 KB, 480x305, Clipboard-1.jpg)

>>20668102
>>20668103
>>20668105
>>20668106
>>20668112
>>20668113
>>20668116
>>20668122
>>20668132
>>20668135
>>20668136
Was going to vote, but now... why?

>>20668105
I consider it more Young lost the idiot ball known as Anon. That and his time with Minna might have done wonders for thing

>>20668188
Actually, Young has shown more than a fair degree of intelligence when he tries, he's just fucking lazy, and he likes fucking with people a little too much.

>>20668188
Never has the omission of a single "s" so changed the implications of a post

rolled 1 = 1

Hey - Shitty Tripfag here - People really love to bitch at us questfags, so here's a solution so we all don't cover the front page in QUEST QUEST - Sage half your posts.

Remember that sage goes in the email field, and does not bump downwards, it simply does not bump upwards.

Also, remember to be smart about it. If there's no post within the last half hour or something, bump it. If it's a flurry of discussion, sage it. If you're running the quest and posting an update, bump it. If the quest is over for the night, start saging your posts - People can catch it in the archives.

Also remember that you can combine email field codes - Just like back in the old days you could do sage+noko, you can do sage+dice+1d20 or what have you.

Thank you for your courtesy.

And now back to our regularly scheduled bouncing.


>Oh no i haev the stupids!

File: 1347252701250.jpg-(114 KB, 500x536, 1336608103664.jpg)

"YOU TAKE THAT BACK," you manage to squeak out while inhaling.

"Nnnope. You said it yourself, I go kicking out of closets. You go chasing Perrine with shotguns in a frothing rage. Your losing it, man."

"I- I- you... *you,*" you say with vehemence. "YOU. You did this. Your constant moronic knee-jerk stupidity has given me the dumb and now I CANNOT BRAIN!"

Young draws himself up to his full height. "Big words from Mister Prissy-pants. It's a *piano* tune, Sean. You phil-is-tine. Tsh~" he flops his limp wrist weakly.

"Bold baloney coming... from..." your eyes grow wide as you stare down the hallway past his shoulder. "What.. the..."

With a look of familiar, weary dread, Young turns to see what new lunacy is coming this way.

Then you slug him in the gut.

File: 1347252755951.png-(284 KB, 600x558, 1346838947852.png)

>>20668209
Look at all that shit I don't care about.

>>20668221
>NEXT TIME

>>20668230
I suppose you don't give a shit about people shitting up our threads and saying that quest threads are the cancer killing /tg/, go back to /a/, et cetera.

That's fine. sage it if you want, whatever if you don't.

File: 1347252881896.gif-(Spoiler Image, 189 KB, 527x735)

>>20668221
3RD DEGREE STEWPIDS

careful, young'll beat us with experience at this level

>>20668238
You're the only one shitting this thread.

>>20668237
Don't tempt him

>>20668244
I'm glad I was a driver, staring down tank barrels is bullshit. I never even wanted to get that close to one while there were people in the turret.

File: 1347253040572.jpg-(342 KB, 800x674, 1346844373271.jpg)

>>20668238
>Caring about the occasional shitposter

We get like one or two per thread, man. It's not a fucking epidemic.

File: 1347253094805.jpg-(141 KB, 1250x583, the blood eagles have the flag.jpg)

>>20668221
now is the time to escape

>>20668244
Well well well. If it isn't Private Chucklefuck.

File: 1347253146097.jpg-(230 KB, 885x850, 1336538485086.jpg)

You barrel over Young like an armored freight train. Driven by Poles. He's right, of course - you have caught the stupid - but you just can't tolerate hearing it from a man who, not half an hour ago, was punching you in the gut to save you from choking while screaming "I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING!" Your patience is storied in song and legend, and once you talked to an elderly aunt about her *entire* tea set collection without stabbing her with the stupid little sugar-spoon, but even the greatest of men have their limit, and that god-damned lunatic groaning on the floor behind you has found yours.

Having made it a safe distance, you strip off the damn armor and discard it in a nearby janitors closet. The lock has been shattered by a damn hard kick, it seems, but you doubt anybody will look in there anyways.

You're in one of the castle's outer hallways, with nice wide windows facing the outside, set into little window nooks. Taking a seat on one bench, you recline, and sigh. Scorch marks on the walls and faint water stains mark where Young made impromptu utilization of that Martian handheld Maser, and where the janitors cleaned up little bits of fried alium.

Elbows on your knees, you lean forward to rest your face in your palms.

It's been a hell of a time, here, and now you've got thinking to do.

File: 1347253221914.jpg-(Spoiler Image, 58 KB, 1680x1050)

>>20668288
Smile when you say that!

File: 1347253265225.jpg-(463 KB, 850x850, lost-the-filename.jpg)

>>20668292
That's not the only thing we have to do.

>>20668209
Guess what? This idea has been thought of a billion times. It doesn't work because not enough people actually care enough to sage. Exabyte actually asked people to sage in his quests and only one guy did it.
Also I heard that sage+dice actually does bump.

>>20668292
By the time we're done here, Barain will have no damn locks left on the closet doors

>>20668317
At the rate everything is going, we will be lucky if there is even a castle Barin left by 1950.

>>20668317
replace locks with "Do not disturb" hangers? moot knows those closets are never used for storage of items

File: 1347253512425.jpg-(214 KB, 1200x911, 1330645831902.jpg)

>>20668332
At the rate we're going I'd doubt Barin will last a month, much less 7 years.

N >>20668340
"Do not disturb" hangars might as well say "illicit ren-des-vous underway...everybody eavesdrop!" in Barain

[x]find perrine, put spanish fly in her wine, and cleave her in two.

>>20668373

Right, which is why you put it on the closet DOWN THE HALL and then fuck in an unmarked one, while everyone is distracted.

File: 1347253749816.jpg-(827 KB, 742x1100, 87432eab3851a1d41c2fe0cc4(...).jpg)

You wonder how Sean got so lucky, blundering into a woman almost exactly like he is. There's no half-assed psychoanalysis psychobabble bullshit to wade through there, they're both the same kind of gung-ho balls-to-the-wall lovable assholes, all they want for is responsible adults to put the matches on the top shelf before they play. Why couldn't you have a girl like you chasing you, instead of an obsessive... repressing...

No.

NO.

"No," you say to the window and the cheery mid-day beyond it. "No, I have not the slightest damn thing in common with that little loony froggie floozie. I deal with my issues, I don't become an insane-"

From down the hallway you hear sniffles, sobs, and the unique sound of stockinged feet scuffing on flagstones.

You tear down the hallway like the West Wind. You're scrunching yourself into a window alcove with shattered windows, the scorched stonework hastily concealed with some potted plants, when you realize what you're doing.

Okay, so, maybe they have a point.

Perrine is getting closer

>polite greeting
>AMBUSCADE
>other?

>>20668386
reel to reel recorder playing the tape of the last saps you were eavesdropping on in bait closet... this could work!

>>20668406
Polite greeting.

rolled 19 = 19

>>20668406

>Different tact tiem!

Polite greeting ago!

>>20668406

Polite greeting.

From the alcove.

As she is walking past.

File: 1347253879630.gif-(1018 KB, 318x238, 7zR9v.gif)

>>20668406
>greets
misery loves company

>polite greeting

>>20668406
DON'T MIND ME I'M JUST ENJOYING THE VIEW

>>20668406
Polite greeting, we're supposed to be the sane one and we've gone completely off our fucking rocker. We need to settle down, return to calmness. She's just as fucking crazy as we are, we need to accept that, accept her and move on with our lives.

>>20668406
>polite greeting

We are a gentlemen, and shall act as such. Then we shall ask her WHAT THE HELL HER PROBLEM IS

>>20668406
>polite greeting
stiff upper lip chap
stay polite in typical English fashion

File: 1347253900860.jpg-(74 KB, 400x400, don't draw things like that.jpg)

>>20668406
>pretend not to notice

>>20668406
[x] Polite Greeting

Ian has to face it. Embrace his crazy.

>>20668406
>polite greeting
And this time keep the stupid in check.

>>20668406
Polite. Don't think we're embracing the warp just yet

>>20668406
Polite greeting deserving of her Frenchiness.

>>20668406
yell "OI DIDNT YA HEAR, IT BE 7 BONG" down the hall

>>20668453
Ian hasn't been able to keep his stupid in check when we weren't behind the wheels, much less now that we are there.

>>20668467
>7 BONG
>mid day
It's probably closer to one or two bong.

File: 1347254142582.jpg-(Spoiler Image, 298 KB, 640x640)

>>20668469
>much less now that we are there.

are you implying that we are anything less than a blessing?

also, daily dose.

File: 1347254167018.jpg-(64 KB, 600x800, 1332201206120.jpg)

>>20668406
Be kind! Polite Greeting!

File: 1347254259577.jpg-(38 KB, 290x269, angry hitler.jpg)

>>20668500
FUCK YOU! YOU WILL GET THE GAS CHAMBER FOR THIS! I COMMAND IT!

File: 1347254284674.jpg-(98 KB, 600x690, perrielia.jpg)

>>20668500
that artist is awful I wish I could block artists on pixiv

>>20668469
Ian left home and traveled halfway across the world to fight in a war that his parents were not only capable of getting him out of, but dead set on doing so.

I think Young's the smart one here.

>>20668535
Young's got plenty of stupid in him as well, but yeah, he might be the smartest person on his crew.

File: 1347254515984.jpg-(127 KB, 596x822, 1336795303897.jpg)

Perrine shuffles into view, her glasses absent, hair a rather frazzled static mess, looking miserable as she rubs tearful eyes with her oversized uniform sleeves. You wait till she's shuffling past the dark alcove shielded by potted plants before greeting her.

"Sup," you say casually.

The French witch jumps like a scalded cat, pressing her back flat against the wall.

You wave from behind the plants as you rise, then lean against the wall casually, like you do this every day.

"Wh-whau-"

"Hey, I was wondering," you say. You certainly have been wondering. Why she's so over-the-top, why she's so serious all the time, why she seems to try so hard at being a prissy bitch, why she's so utterly batshit insane. Finally, you ask the question that's been foremost on your mind for three goddamn weeks now.

"Why do you like me so much?"

Silence crystallizes in the air.

... wait.

File: 1347254547310.jpg-(80 KB, 642x800, pilot.jpg)

>>20668545
This is my mental image of Young. But with more dngaf, swag and stupid.

>>20668573

nononononno abort abort we done sneezed on the detonator

>>20668573
>... wait.
Uh oh.

File: 1347254654746.gif-(2.05 MB, 500x391, Okay, Really.gif)

>>20668500

Really? AGAIN?

>>20668573
It seems MC has also afflicted Ian with the absolute lack of smooth

>>20668582
Pilot William Hopson of the US Mail Service?

Kind of right, considering that Young's dad is a US Mail Service pilot.

>>20668573
>"Why do you like me so much?"
Haven't we already gone over this?

>>20668602
Comes with the stupid.

File: 1347254746074.jpg-(84 KB, 600x600, you are 1000 years too yo(...).jpg)

>"Why do you like me so much?"


Didn't Perrine already say something like to why she liked Ian earlier in the story?

>>20668616

not to Ian though, and thats the only one it matters to say it too.

>>20668634

She said it while he was IN THE ROOM, I'm fairly sure. I remember because we had to have a team of witches pin him to the floor in order to ensure this.

File: 1347255055936.jpg-(41 KB, 700x394, 131051598748.jpg)

You both stare at you in shock.

What the hell did you just say? Why is she crazy, that's the question, why's she crazy, that's the question you've been telling everybody you'd ask first and foremost, it must've been Young and his stupid spores, he must emit them when people hit him, like a plant's natural defenses, insidious, venomous dumb with an airborne transmission vector. You've probably got the spores on your clothing now, Perrine's probably inhaling them as you-

"I d-don't-"

Support for your theory accrues at an alarming rate. "Yeah, no," you say, cutting her off. "After the handcuff thing, not even Gobbels could get away with that lie. Try that again, why don'tcha."

Perrines face turns beet-red as she stares at the floor, twisting her hands together. "Iunno."

"You don't know."

"Uh."

You cross your arms and patiently stare it out of her. She finally continues in a very, very low voice.

"You're... so... controlled, and... cool, and you, you never get excited or angry, you're always - always *together,* you know what I mean, yes?" She chances a flick of her eyes upward at you. "But you're... nice. Too."

File: 1347255100793.jpg-(30 KB, 600x412, ampinstein.jpg)

>>20668668
i don't remember this. link to post in archive?

>>20668682
well no mushroom cloud yet but we are not out of the woods

>>20668682
I AM CRAZY! AND IT'S ALL YYYYYOOOOOOUNG'S FAULT.

(i'm such a coward around perrine)

File: 1347255242006.jpg-(49 KB, 300x283, 1328151604189.jpg)

>>20668682
d'awww

File: 1347255300841.jpg-(494 KB, 1200x1200, french heraldry2.jpg)

almost tsun

>>20668682
Not sure Ian can claim "always" after what happrnedlately, but w/e

>>20668693

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/19625260/#p19626852

In or around that vicinity.

File: 1347255513509.jpg-(369 KB, 1416x2000, eventhefilename,perfectly(...).jpg)

thats perfectly cute

File: 1347255679361.jpg-(102 KB, 1280x720, 1342581363200.jpg)

You take a long moment to process this.

"Son of a bitch," you mutter. "Is that why you're always acting so stuck-up?"

"Wh- wha- I-"

"It is," you say, marveling. "You're trying to act like you know everything all the time. You don't want anybody to see you sweat!"

"No!" Perrine shouts, but her expression may as well spell her emotions in seventy-two point font. WITCH'S SECRET REVEALED, TEARS AT 11.

"Yes. Yes, that's it. It's all been bluster, this whole time? And you like me because I'm the real deal."

Perrine bites her lip, proud to the last, but her cheeks are soaked with tears and her lips are trembling, balled fists pressed against her thighs. You know hot words are on her lips, but if she tries to spit them her voice might crack.

Looking at Perrine, imagining her trying to impress everybody, trying to keep her dignity in the face of the ravages of war, building up layer after layer of bluster and false fronts... you suddenly feel like a real bastard.

"Isn't easy, is it," you commiserate sadly. "My... my mother just showed up and... it's not easy to keep your composure. In fact, it's hard as hell."

File: 1347255770333.jpg-(21 KB, 567x456, Whatt.jpg)

>>20668814

WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, DON'T START CONFESSING TO THIS BITCH

goddammit planefag i have to be up a 5 tomorrow. DONT MAKE ME CHOOSE BETWEEN QUEST AND SLEEP

File: 1347255830650.gif-(497 KB, 234x150, hugs.gif)

>>20668814
uh oh
shields down to two percent, captain!

File: 1347255839173.png-(47 KB, 761x800, 132532701962.png)

>>20668814
[x]offer her some pepsi blue if whell forget this ever happened

>>20668833
THE ANSWER IS ALWAYS QUEST

>>20668770

Oh, I enjoyed writing that post. Too bad Ian's thought processes were thus at the time

>23.4 feet to the door
>wait
>wait
>wait
>wait
>NOW
>100yarddash.jpg

You can lead a gunner to oil, but you can't make him dip his stick, alas. But they tried. They tried, dammit.

>>20668833

Bitch, it is six am here, and I have a train to catch in two hours.

QUIT YOUR COMPLAINING.

File: 1347255992798.jpg-(30 KB, 500x367, Happy_Hitler.jpg)

I have time off so I can sleep in!

>>20668856
but i have to go boxing tomorrow which involves lots of running and pushups(it doesn't help that i am missing a hand for the pushup thing), and i have a shit ton of homework. you know what, FUCK IT QUEST TIME

File: 1347256224304.jpg-(117 KB, 500x667, perfectly perr-SMOEK WEED(...).jpg)

>>20668814
At least Ian didn't have his country burnt to the ground

>>20668933
No, but it is currently being occupied by aliums.

>>20668933
France is still HALF there...

File: 1347256309239.jpg-(303 KB, 600x800, that's not kathy.jpg)

>>20668941
Only the parts nobody likes.

>in b4 that's all of Britain

>>20668933
yes he is, britain is burning into a giant hellhole as we speak.

>>20668952

thats all of brirain.

this quest needs more quest

>>20668952
That's England.

>>20668952
wales?

File: 1347256514275.jpg-(70 KB, 960x1200, 25428482_p3.jpg)

"Another thing," you say. "Is my heritage really that big a deal to you?"

"I'm French!" Perrine objects, drawing herself up to her full height. "My family is r-royalty g-g-going bbb-b-ack to the li-"

"Line of Charlamane and Baby Jesus, whatever," you say, familiar with the score. "Perrine, I left England years ago. When I was younger then you, in fact. I'm a naturalized US citizen, dammit. It's my home now. I don't even have an ACCENT anymore, you notice? You still hold it against me?"

Perrine's defiance crumbles, eyes falling to the ground as she wipes weakly at her tear-stained cheeks. "I'm from a noble family," she mutters at the ground. "Of good breeding. That's who I a-am. I c-cc-caan't f-forgeeet thaaaht~" she begins to wail as sobbing overtakes her.

You reel against the wall, horrified at your own blindness. For the first time, you don't see a machine-gun wielding fighter pilot, a woman who can blow enemy machines apart in mid-air with magical lightning-storms, or even a commissioned officer.

You see a sixteen-year old girl from a half-occupied, ravaged nation, thrust among strangers in a violent war, clinging to the only identity and cause she has.

And you made her cry.

>wat do

>>20668993
>Hug
Any other options?

>>20668993


see>>20668377

File: 1347256607474.jpg-(3 KB, 128x102, zulu.jpg)

>>20668989

they have the bestest battle song ever fuck you

>>20668993
Hug time.

Just kiss her on the forehead and hug her tight.

>>20668993
Pat her on the head or something.
Or hold her while she cries them once she has calmed down a bit talk to her

>>20668993
>wat do
You give her a goddamn hug

>>20668993
hug? do cool headed brits do that?

PARAGON INTERRUPT

[x]hug

>>20668993
HAHAHA!
TIME FOR HUGS

>>20668993
Hug her.

>>20668993
even though perrine is a bitch, even though i hate her with every fiber of my being. for just this ONCE i say

hug

File: 1347256733341.jpg-(288 KB, 1272x1488, ba173c7ed9110f2bb0b6919a6(...).jpg)

>>20668993
I KEEP FUCKING TELLING YOU GUYS

PERRINE IS A GOOD GIRL

>>20668993
And you haven't! Even royalty is human! King Edward VIII and all that!

>>20669048
Good girls DO NOT RAPE. YOU STUPID TWAT.

>>20669031
Squeeze the bitchiness right out of her

>>20668993
Hugs for the hug god, snuggles for the snuggle throne!

>willingly hugging Perrine
O god PF what have you done to meee?

>>20669064
He's a hell of a writer.

>>20669010
maybe it's just my limited exposure to things from accross the pond, but i always got the impression that Wales was the part of GB that they nobody likes talking about.

File: 1347256936234.jpg-(168 KB, 480x849, 131043513518.jpg)

>>20669059
SHE NEVER RAPED ANYONE

FA/tg/UYS IN CHARGE OF READING COMPREHENSION

File: 1347257004402.png-(1.5 MB, 1591x1957, 1340676404988.png)

Without realizing you've moved, you find Perrine in your arms, sobbing gently into your shirt. You hug her tightly, feeling like the worlds crowning jackass. Sighing, you close your eyes, and savor the warmth of the girl in your arms.

You remember yesterday... just before you put on your dress uniform for the ceremony. Young and Sean pinning you down in the lobby, and extracting Perrine's confession from you before you made your desperate bid for freedom, so brutally aborted by Lynette's cleavage on a ballistic intercept course.

You'd heard her, of course. Saying why she liked you.

What you didn't realize is how much you wanted to hear her say it again.

>>20669087
She tried to, that's bad enough.

>>20669087
WHAT THE FUCK WAS SHE GOING TO DO WITH IAN HANDCUFFED TO A BED WHILST WEARING SEXY CLOTHES, READ HIM A BOOK?

>>20669087
It was just a *really* bad attempt at seduction.

File: 1347257075072.jpg-(130 KB, 480x849, 131043520377.jpg)

>>20669104
YES

WHAT THE FUCK ELSE DO YOU DO?

>>20669100
FUCK YES

File: 1347257082293.jpg-(24 KB, 438x438, deadpan.jpg)

>>20669104

My god. Attack of the ninety-pound woman.

>>20669100
...He feels like Youngs? Damn, that must be hard to deal with.

File: 1347257179779.png-(939 KB, 1551x1917, 7dce5b577a2e72603b2a64973(...).png)

>>20669117
You will never lift Perrine up effortlessly, ruining her attempts to attack you as she's reduced to weakly punching you to hide her flustered manner.

>>20669117
Karin Murphy almost weighs 90lbs. she fights demons with a machine gun and martial arts.

>>20669104
SHE WAS GOING TO HAVE A LONG AND BORING SPEECH ABOUT THE HISTORY OF HER FAMILY YOU FUCK! THAT'S HER FAMILY'S TRADITIONAL "I AM GOING TO BORE THE FUCK OUT OF YOU" DRESS

>>20669100
Kiss~u?

>>20669145
I'd have found that more amusing.

>>20669138
Thats all fine and dandy until she goes Gallian Tonnere tazer on you Kotters...doesn't look like that'll happen to Ian though

File: 1347257293209.jpg-(76 KB, 519x600, batman laugh.jpg)

NEXT TIME ON STRIKE WITCHES: THE WAR RETURNS.

STRIKE WITCHES will resume on a TO-BE-ANNOUNCED schedule, since I don't have next weeks work schedule quite yet. There will also be a SHORT-STORY coming because there's one on my mind I want to write, set in-universe.

SEE YOU FAGS LATER.

For those who have to get up early in the morning - I know your pain. Reading Maid Quest till the wee AM hours dragged me through suffering unending. And now I have become the very instrument of torture I once dreaded. SO DEEP

File: 1347257294930.gif-(Spoiler Image, 1.99 MB, 437x242)

>>20669124
NO. NEVER. AT ALL. EVER. EVEN IN INFINITE UNIVERSES.

>>20669142
and gets her ass kicked whenever she has to confront one directly, without magical backup.

>>20669170
Not true, around the last book or so, she can fight them in single combat, and win. It's rough, but she can win. That's better than most wizards can claim.

File: 1347257436198.jpg-(63 KB, 572x444, One More Post, Planefag.jpg)

>>20669166
Come on, they're not even gonna kiss?

>>20669188
Nope, this is well comically timed. I approve, it's perfect for rustling the jimmies of the Perrine-fag crowd.

>>20669142

Of course she does, she's not French.

Once upon a time there was this French chick who was like "I'll lead an army!" and she did but then she got captured and roasted like a marshmellow. Then there was this other french chick who defended her city walls by smashing fuckers in the face with an axe and screaming at the rest COME ON IF YOU THINK YOU'RE HARD ENOUGH but she was from the south-western area of France where they're all huge swarthy motherfuckers who don't give a fuck and innawoods with machine guns when Nazis come.

Perrine is from Paris.

File: 1347257575096.jpg-(88 KB, 1024x1280, 1330499148090.jpg)

>>20669197
What? I'm most pleased with this development. It appears Perrine will now be happy.

>>20669185
that still counts as an ass-kicking though. not saying she isn't capable, but she has to fight smart and dirty. in the story at the end of small jobs, the fomorian mooks almost kill her.

>>20669166
3deep5me. Also, will the short story be here or on tofusaur or what?

>>20669206
she better not have that disgusting Parisian accent when speaking french. it like gutter french

>>20669209
Most people don't operate on the level of Dresden. Most people would have been lucky to survive that encounter. Murphy WON. She is hellishly dangerous for a tiny mortal with nothing but will and a PDW.

>>20669238
tru dat.

Cold Days when....

>>20669248
November 27th.

File: 1347257919397.jpg-(28 KB, 600x601, 1333189037412.jpg)

>>20669254
oh shit i thought there still wasn't even a window yet.

Writefags, aaaaaaaaaasembllllllllllllle

>>20669269
You're welcome.

That said, here's a horrifying thought: All the places Dresden has been, all the battles he's been in, all the stupid bullshit he's had to put up with, and Karen has been right there with him through almost all of it.

File: 1347258002082.jpg-(105 KB, 721x961, alright.jpg)

archive this?
i've used my quota already

>>20669279
Only gonna be Demons tonight, give him a minute.

File: 1347258032377.jpg-(142 KB, 500x800, 0471db50973cfd10a82d56247(...).jpg)

BEEP BOOP ARCHIVE UP

http://www.mediafire.com/?jk489vu71luqui1

Demons of the Pacific 9 coming up in just a bit. I think that'll be all for tonight's writefaggotry. Have some Johanna.

>>20669286
since the start of the series yeah, but she wasn't part of his training-attempted darkside conversion-retraining.

I think I'm missing your point though. you think the white council is going to take issue with the justice league in chicago?

>>20669286
Karrin's been to ARCTIS TOR and CHICHEN ITZA! More horrifying, is that in both places, she was a major contributing factor.

>>20669329
No, I think the White Council would be wise to stay the fuck away from them. What I'm saying is that she's been to some fucking scary places and killed some fucking scary bad guys.

File: 1347258359212.jpg-(25 KB, 301x448, thisisexactlylikereallife.jpg)

March 18th, 1943 11:00
RCAF Station Patricia Bay, Vancouver Island

“That was ridiculous.” Rose growled, sitting atop her striker stand. “We don't even leave the base and we've got three injured, one of whom is in critical condition! What am I supposed to say if my youngest witch loses her leg?”

“Wing Commander, please.” Johanna cautioned. The German took a step closer and placed her hand on the superior officer's shoulder. “We were taken off guard. They just need more training. H-how are they, anyways? You said they might take her leg?”

Rose huffed and shook her head. “Apparently they might have to amputate. Riley's hand is likely broken, why in God's name she decided to PUNCH the damn thing is beyond me. Bobby has some serious burns. Christ, what was she thinking trying to hide them? Jane managed to get off easy somehow. Scarlet was right, damn it, and I knew it too! This is what I get...”

“You followed your orders, as did we.” Johanna squeezed Rose's shoulder. “No one could have prevented this. We had less than a day's notice with the two of the greenest recruits I've seen in a long time. They did well with what little they had.”

“I know, I know. Having the martians held up for so long put me off guard and-” The pair were interrupted by an exhausted runner bearing a clipboard.

“S-sorry it took so long, ma'am.” The man bent over to catch his breath and braced himself against the striker stand. “The barracks are all full and we had a hell of a time figuring out where to put you. You'll be stay at a small hotel just off base. It's got twelve rooms and a kitchen. Will that be enough?”

“Much more than I expected. Anything else?” Rose took the clipboard from the man and began quickly flipping through the papers.

“We also got word that you lost a couple members and managed to get some support from the Americans.” The man waved a hand vaguely at the clipboard.

“From Guadalcanal? I thought that area was still active?”

“They secured the island a couple weeks ago. Apparently they're sending over everything they can spare.”

“How convenient.” Rose tilted her head from side to side, pondering various situations. “Will that be all then?”

“Yes, ma'am. Everything should be ready for you to move in.”

“Excellent. Dismissed.” Rose brought a slim memo-pad from her breast pocket and began scribbling notes on it. After a moment, she ripped out the top sheet, hopped off of the striker stand and handed it off to Johanna. “Go and tell the others where we'll be staying. I'll go on ahead and sort things out.”

“Yes, ma'am, right away.” The German witch nodded and took off, leaving Rose standing alone.

“Right then. Time to get to work.”

March 18th, 1943 14:00
Terrace, British Columbia

Rick stared up at the sad little hotel on the street corner. 'The Coast Inn' was only a single story and looked to be the only place in town to stay. As he reached for the handle, Rick couldn't help but wonder exactly what sort of clientele stayed at the inn. Barely enough, more than likely. The lobby, Rick noted as he stepped inside, matched the outside near-perfectly. Quaint and comfortable with that small town charm. A bored, grumpy looking man sporting a proud handle-bar moustache tended to the front desk. Rick stepped forward and leaned on the counter.

“Hey, uh, I'm looking for a Bishop?” He queried, carefully testing the social waters.

“Room four. Should still be in there. You Mabbs?” The man asked, never looking up from his paper.

“That's me.”

“You're in room two.” The clerk under-hand tossed a key, which Rick deftly snatched out of the air.

“Uh, I don't exactly have any money on me.” Rick wasn't sure if he was more surprised at having a room himself, or that room one might actually be occupied.

“That Bishop lady paid for it. Must be one rich chick.”

“You don't read a lot about witches, do you?” Rick smirked. Always paid off to show that you were in good company.

“Nope. Only one in town got sent off to that academy.”

“Yeah, the Minnie Bishop academy. Nice place. Went there a few years ago to visit my little sister.”

“Yeah! That's the one! The Mi-” For the first time, the clerk looked up at Rick. “The what?”

“Minnie Bishop. You know, room four?”

“Yer shittin' me. Wonder if we'd get more business if we got a signed picture to hang in here.” The clerk twirled his moustache for a moment, deep in thought, then promptly went back to reading his newspaper. “Nah, prolly' not.”

>>20669339
and she should be very respected in that sense, Even Kincaid respects her. but she has the same basic goodness in her as Harry, she's not going to become the kind of person who enjoys killing.

Rick shrugged and walked over to room four. Reaching out a cautious hand, he knocked three times. “Bishop?”

“Nope~” Came Minnie's overly-cheerful voice.

“Group Captain Bishop?” Rick asked again.

“Colder~”

“Mi-Min-” Rick stopped himself. He could not be beaten. Not like this. “Margaret Bishop?”

The door slowly opened with a terrible creak to reveal Minnie pursing her lips and tapping her foot. “Tut-tut, darling. It's MINNIE.”

“Thought you said only some people call you that.”

“Everyone who I catch. Margaret just sounds so... blasé.” Minnie showed Rick inside and suddenly shifted her voice to a faux-sophisticated tone “Oh, MAAAWGRET you simply MUST try these hors d’oeurves. MARGARET, come try try this new CHAMPAAAGNE. OOOOHOHOHOHO. See what I mean, darling? It's just obnoxious.”

“Funny, figured you for the fancy party type. Where's Nate?” Rick asked, taking a seat on the bed.

“Oh, I had him run some errands for me. Fetch some battle plans and maps. That sort of thing. He calmed down after I made him some cocoa. The brandy probably helped a bit.” Minnie took an uncomfortably close seat beside Rick and began twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “So, what was that waitress like?”

Rick nudged over a bit, just enough to be back in his comfort zone. “Nice girl. Name's Juliet,her sister's a witch at that academy of yours. Had a nice talk about it, magic, witches, that sort of thing. Been flying with 'em for long enough to know a thing or two.”

Minnie cocked an eyebrow and wore an expression of genuine concern. “But you didn't..?”

“Course not.” Rick sniffed and stuck out his chin. “I'm a gentleman of class. That sort of thing just isn't proper. Besides, she reminded me too much of the girls I used to fly with. They were like a bunch of little sisters to me. Would feel weird.”

“My.” Minnie purred. “You ARE something new.”

“Now, Missus Bishop, as you said you're a married woman.” Rick chided.

Minnie puffed out an exaggerated and laid back on the bed. “Of course, darling. And very happily, too. I suppose the only one of my daughters close to your age would be Wilma, but, well, she's Wilma. Well, it'd be a shame if you didn't marry a nice witch. You've got talented blood in those veins.”

“Just luck, ma'am.” Rick leaned back on his elbows. He couldn't help but notice Minnie fiddling with something unseen at her waist. “You've got sparkles and shine, we've got guts and hot air.”

“Come now, dear. Don't play coy, you know perfectly well what I mean. It's just little old me in here. You can say it.” Minnie smiled at him

“You can't honestly be suggesting what I think you are.”

“Male. Magic.” Minnie punctuated her words clearly. There was no room for misunderstanding. Rick bolted upright.

“Oh, hell no. I ain't touching that hokey bullshit with a ten foot pole. You got the wrong guy, sweetheart.”

“Come now, darling.” Minnie made a soft chuckle and stood up, leaning against the far wall. “It isn't 'hokey' at all, dear Richard. There's a little bit of sparkle in all of us. Some have a little, some have a lot, and one thing I've learned through my years is this: luck only gets you so far.”

Rick finally got a look at what she had been fiddling with. Staring right back at him was the barrel of Minnie's Great War vintage Smith and Wesson Hand Ejector Second Model. And those terrible blue eyes. Deep in those shimmering oceans he saw something, something that had been there for years, decades even. Waiting.

“I wonder, Richard, what would happen if I fired at you. Would the gun jam? Would I miss? Or would you just stop the bullet in the air? How much guts and hot air do you have?” Minnie smirked and the animal bore its teeth. “Your 'luck took down a Martian dreadnought and it's taken you through years of seeing good men die at your side. But I wonder, will it take you to tomorrow?”

Rick struggled to suppress a gulp. He was shaking. He couldn't feel it, but he knew it. With strength he never knew he had, Rick managed to force out two words with intense clarity. “You're. Bluffing.”

Minnie smiled, and the beast retreated. Holstering her weapon, she spoke with the same motherly cheer as if nothing ever happened. “Of course, darling. What? You think I'm going to shoot you in a hotel room? Just a little test is all. Besides, dear Nathan is about to-”

On cue, the door opened and Nathan stepped in carry an assortment of large and small papers. “Uh, hey guys. I brought the stuff.” Nathan shuffled over and dropped the bushel of documents on to the bed. “I don't really know what order they're in, but they just started piling stuff on me when I gave them the note.”

Rick clutched his still shaking arm and gingerly reached for the small scrap of paper. It was definitely 'the note', as shown by the kiss-mark in the corner. “'Dearest whoever is in charge. Group Captain Minnie Bishop formally requests any and all information on the current situation in the Prince Rupert area. Pretty please with a cherry on top, or I'll ask your replacement. Ex-oh-ex-oh, Minnie Bishop.' Yup, that sounds about right. Endearing, yet terrifying.”

“I aim to please.” Minnie said, throwing Rick a smile. “And I never miss.”

He shoved his hands as deep into his pockets as he could.

>>20669387
I'm not saying that either, I'm saying they'd be wise to stay away, partially because that's her city now, until Dresden returns (fuck, I can already hear his horrible jokes "only mostly dead", "the rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated", "I got better" FUCK!), but also because she doesn't particularly like them at this point. They did kinda leave his ass hanging at every possible turn.

March 18th, 1943 15:00 Eastern Time Zone (UTC -5)
Camp Borden, Ontario

A woman with short, neatly cut dark hair stood alongside a bald, clean-shaven middle-aged man wearing the star and crossed baton and sabre of a Major General. The odd pair stared out onto the field, where a number of witches in tank strikers drilled.

“So? What do you think, sir?' The woman asked.

“They're nowhere near ready. Half of them can't tell a bayonet from a gun barrel.” The man answered in a gruff, but clear voice.

“They want progress. They want SOMETHING.” The woman shook her head. “Christ, why couldn't Bishop send for someone experienced?”

“Cause she's tough and cheap as all hell. If we don't show them something, god knows where they'll put me next. At least a small squad, hell, three of them would do. Show me your best.”

“Alright, let's see here.” The woman bit her lip and began pointing girls out from the crowd. “Thursby is a hell of a shot, pretty damn ruthless. Montel maybe, assuming she's paying attention. Get Currie to lead them-”

“Currie?” The man interrupted.

“No relation. With her talent you wouldn't be able to tell, though. Those three are the closest to combat-ready of the lot. Sound good?”

“It'll do. Bring them up.”

The witch nodded and stepped forward towards the group. “Alright ladies! That's enough for today! Currie, Thursby and Montel see me.” At once the group dispersed, leaving only three of the girls stomping forward in their tank strikers.

The first girl, the smallest of the three, had short, messy brown hair and looked not at the woman who called her, but at the General with a rather analytical look. The second, the tallest, a girl with extremely short blonde hair walked with a calm, cold, almost frightening air and looked extremely reluctant to be present. The last, a skittish looking girl with auburn hair pulled back in a ponytail, looked positively terrified of the two adults. The three girls stepped forward, saluted, and stood at attention. The General nodded.

“So this is your best, eh?” he asked.

“This is them. The tiny one is Currie, then you've got Thursby and Montel there.” The woman replied. The one called Currie looked as if she wanted to shout, but wouldn't dare in the presence of such a high-ranking officer.

“Any of you gotten to know each other?” The General asked, this time directed at the three girls.

The three each looked at each other, then, slowly, they all shook their heads.

“Good!” The General shouted. “Ragtag band of misfits and Tiny's gonna lead them. I like it. The press'll eat it up when you succeed and so will Bishop. You will succeed, right?”

The girls nodded vigorously, except for Currie who raised her hand gingerly. “U-um, sir?”

“Yes, Tiny?”

“I-it's Currie, sir. What exactly is our mission? Sir.” She asked in the same manner one would ask a land mine how its day had been.

“Excellent question! Captain, tell them their mission!” The General shouted, clearly not knowing the mission himself.

“You'll be sent to Vancouver,” the woman answered, flipping through a clipboard, “you'll also be accompanied by General Worthington here-”

“Sorry, hold on.” The General interrupted, “I'll be joining the fourth division in Alberta.”

“Not according to my notes you won't be.” The woman shrugged and handed the clipboard over to General Worthington, who began flipping through the papers furiously.

“This is ridiculous! Who the HELL authorized this?! It was Bishop, wasn't it?!” The General fumed with an unholy rage. Those who witnessed the events would later claim that steam billowed from the General's ears. “I'm supposed to leave a half trained unit to go gallivanting in the woods with a bunch of little girls?! God damn it, god damn it, GOD DAMN IT! What about the third brigade?!”

The woman snatched back the clipboard and flipped through. “It seems as though they haven't been assi-”

“Great!” The General shouted. “They'll be with us then! And if Bishop tries to complain, tell her to shove it up her ass! She might control the witches but she can't touch the army!”

“Actually she's in the field right now-”

“Even better! Pack your things, ladies! We're leaving tomorrow morning!”

The girls all looked at each other and gave a collective shrug. General Worthington was already trotting off with the other woman dutifully following behind. Taking the lead, Currie stepped in front of the other two girls and turned to face them.

“Uh, Vivian Currie.” She outstretched her hand.

“Betty Thursby.” The tall blond replied, shaking the small witch's hand.

The last girl seemed to focus back into reality and took Currie's hand once it was free, shaking it ever so slightly too much. “Ha-Ha-Hannah Montel! Pleasure to meet you! Ma'am?”

The other two witches shook their heads at the last bit.

“Oh. Okay then.”

>>20669413
agreed, but I'm pretty sure the White Council's main concern in Chicago in this point is Molly. fuck ghost story made me want to cry.

March 18th, 1943 20:00
Somewhere on Vancouver Island

“You're SURE it was this way?”

“Positive. Now come on.”

Rain pounded through the dense forest canopy. The two witches could barely see a foot in front of them. The pair held each other tightly while they walked, soaked from head to toe. They needed shelter, and the night only grew darker.

“Scarlet, there's no cabin. It was probably just a shadow or something.” Ayaka tried desperately to calm her companion.

“I wasn't seeing things, damn it! It was righ- There! It's right there!” Scarlet threw out an arm and pointed wildly, making Ayaka wobble precariously. Sure enough, there was a dark wooden box several meters away.

“Well I'll be damned. How the hell did you see that from way back there?” Ayaka asked.

“Magic'n'stuff. Come on, let's go.”

The two witches dragged themselves onto the house's front porch and leaned against the front wall. The building was small log cabin, single story, perhaps a small storage space below the roof. The place appeared, for all intents and purposes, to be abandoned. Whether this was from the war or simply left behind while society advanced could not be said. Ayaka raised a hand and loudly knocked on the door.

“Hello? Anyone home?” The Japanese witch shouted, after which she stuck her ear out and listened intently.

>>20669413

I can't wait to see her reaction when he gets back. It will be the first combination of simultaneous rant, glomp, and uppercut to the face in recorded history.

>>20669436
>They struck me down, so here I am, more powerful than they can possibly imagine."
>>20669446
.... She will need a few minutes to sit down and collect herself, but it's going to end in an assbeating. I don't think Dresden's new-found power will be enough.

“No one's home. Come on, let's get inside.” Scarlet grumbled.

“I thought I heard something inside.” Ayaka looked at Scarlet, appearing somewhat worried. “You didn't hear that?”

“We're in the middle of a storm. What was it?” The redhead leaned in and pressed an ear against the door.

“It sounded like someone moving around. I dunno.”

Scarlet lifted her head and reached for doorknob. “You're hearing things. Come on.”

“Yeah,” Ayaka shook her head, “yeah, let's go.”

Scarlet cocked an eyebrow and opened the door. The two witches looked at each other, nodded, and stepped inside.

--------------

And that's a wrap. Next time: LOST DEMONS PART 1: A DEMON IN HELL, in which we visit the Dieppe raid! Won't that be FUN? Also, possibly art from deculture maybe! Yay!

As usual criticisms, comments, who am I kidding you guys never say anything anyways.

>>20669460
>>20669436
Oh, also, I think Molly might have come to some important realizations in Ghost Story, she will probably be more sane upon Dresden's return.

>>20669460
oh god my sides. i hope he says that to McCoy, or Langtry.

>>20669483
This shit practically writes itself.

>>20669484

Butcher said it himself - all he does is write up a scenario, plop Harry into the middle of it, and sit back and watch gleefully as it all catches fire.

Also, IIRC, Molly still has the hots for Harry in a bad way, as well as Karrin (I think). I foresee comedy on the horizon.

>>20669478
i think she's too busy being a train wreck of emotional trauma and responsibilities she isn't ready for to have those kind of self-centering realizations though.

>>20669508
She had them in Ghost Story, even the somewhat disconcerting thought that "I put on the mask of insanity to keep the others away from me.... but I really am losing my shit here" I'd have to re-read it to find it, but it's there.

>>20669504
Yeah, the only part that's really hard to quantify is when he's going to get clever, most of the time he's a very brute-force individual, hence his reputation, and then he gets clever.

>>20669206
>Once upon a time there was this French chick who was like "I'll lead an army!" and she did but then she got captured and roasted like a marshmellow.
In fairness, she DID get her supplies and reinforcements and shit cut off due to politics. And if it wasn't for her they probably would have lost the war entirely.

>>20669528
I loved that part where Lea is making her practice her shields, and asks about harry's training, and tells her that harry has robbed her of the power he won through pain.

>>20669556
To be fair, that's not her defense style, Harry realized it, and realized that she'd be better off never seeing combat. He trained her with that in mind.

>>20669575
true, but he has also made a point of using more 'humane' training methods with her, at the cost that her abilities aren't as tough and well developed as they would be if he had, like most wizards are trained. Lea, with her wonderful fairy logic, thinks that needs to be corrected because it could help keep her alive.

>>20669609
Were we ever told who the new leader of the Wardens for the central US was?

>>20669629
only reference to wardens from ghost story i remember is that ramirez came to chicago a time or two to look for molly, but not seriously.

Whoever archived this thread as "Saving Private... Perrine?" You are a retard. Just archive it as Strike Witches Quest for easy searching.

>>20673669
That would be whoever archivalfag is. They did manage to not cock up the first half of this chapter though.

>>20673669
It has the Strike Witches tag and the Strike Witches Quest tag, it shows up when you search for it. More importantly, what kind of horrible faggot doesn't close his brackets?

>Threads still here

>>20673681
Just an FYI, I don't archive the threads on sup/tg/.