The bombing campaign, for it's part, is going better than expected by the allied powers. The Martians, surprisingly adept in 1942, have proven less able to tackle the revised strategy, and while the heavy escorts- guys tasked that day with carrying the HVARs required to crack open and kill a dread- haven't had to use their weapons at all, yet, the rest of you are getting damn good at your jobs.

It's not been without losses among the conventional units- replacements, though, are intermittent and light. Most of the worst of it was in the early phases, honestly. The guys that are left are the ones that know their shit, and while it's not proof against a maser or spiral rocket, it's something more than they'd had at the outset.

You head downstairs quietly, skipping over the steps that you know for sure creak. The place is still empty, despite Ilyena's protests to whomever will listen, no further witches are forthcoming. You can't help but wonder if that'll change when you get to Germany- You've heard tell there's a few german pilots that wouldn't mind a shot at the action, and protecting bombers, so far, seems to be the best way to get it. Witches can't be that much different, you figure. Pilots aren't forthcoming either, but again, you expect that to change. Quentin has offered to come up in the other bat a few times, but Ilyena has declined. You're not sure how much longer that will keep, though. He's like his old man in that regard.

2/3

In the kitchen, you find the coffeepot, making sure the blackout curtains are closed tightly before lighting a single ancient oil lamp- it's soft light the only way you've found so far that won't immediately wake up the twins, who you're almost sure have a sixth sense about people making food. While it's not specifically your job, you figure there's no reason to run through the chow line when the witches all draw plenty of ration anyway, and don't seem to have an issue with your own being added to it. Plus, you cook better than any of the lot of them- Ilyena tried her hand, once, and while you ate it, most of the leftover went to discreetly fertilizing the garden out back. You buried it to spare her feelings, but from then on in, by silent unanimous decision, you've cooked.

You've tried to stay away from the stuff they serve in the chow hall- almost always steak and eggs on a mission day- instead focusing on the same things you'd eat in peacetime. Toast, eggs, ham, pancakes- a normal breakfast. You hardly even pause when you hear the stairs creak, noting that it's only once- that means it's either Camille or-

“You're up early, John.” Ilyena greets, opening a cupboard and pulling down a pair of plain white mugs.

You nod.

“So, about last night-” She says, and you spare a look back at her- she's not looking at you, instead examining the table and running her index finger idly around the rim of her coffee cup.

“I-” She pauses, then shakes her head and continues. “I meant what I said.”

[] “This is not a good idea. I'm a pilot, you know our odds.”
[] “I did too.”

>>28534431
[] “I did too.”

>>28534431

[] “I did too.”

>>28534431
>[] “I did too.”
What did we say!?

>>28534431
>[] “This is not a good idea. I'm a pilot, you know our odds.”

>>28534431
>[] “I did too.”

What did we say?

>>28534545

I think we're supposed to infer they slept together. Or something.

>>28534431
>[] “This is not a good idea. I'm a pilot, you know our odds.”

This will most likely end in tears.

>>28534431
>[] “This is not a good idea. I'm a pilot, you know our odds.”

Drama for the Drama God!

>>28534554
I don't get sleeping together.

I do however see them talking about sleeping together.

Or something along those lines.

>>28534431
>[X] “This is not a good idea. I'm a pilot, you know our odds.”

>>28534545
Glad I'm not the only one missing something no clues in the last thread either.

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>>28534431
>[x] “I did too.”
Normally would choose the first choice but hell. Can't really say it's best night of the week being it not a Tuesday, guess second best night ha!

[] “I did too.”

I couldn't find anything in my short archive dive.
Must be lewd by her reaction.

>>28534431
>[X] “This is not a good idea. I'm a pilot, you know our odds.”

>>28534594

True, I guess. I'm pretty sure we're Ice's grandfather.

>>28534431
[x] This is not a good idea. I'm a pilot, you know our odds.

[feels intensify]

>implying implied implications
>forcing a decision based on in-character knowledge that you won't give to the players
oh goast u so fahnee

>>28534619
> I'm pretty sure we're Ice's grandfather.
No, there's another Kazanski who may or may not be working beside potential Russian Royalty.

>>28534431
>[] “This is not a good idea. I'm a pilot, you know our odds.”

Time for feels.

>>28534619
I'm pretty sure Ghost said that right out.

>>28534665
No, Ghost said this story is 'about Ice's grandparents'. So it could be any one of the male characters and any one of the female characters.

>>28534431
>[] “This is not a good idea. I'm a pilot, you know our odds.”

>>28534719
So us and the buddy that had about 5 posts of screentime before disappearing.

Probably us.

>>28534431
>[X] “I did too.”

>>28534431
[] “I did too.”
love is a good thing. better get it now before we're dead. besides, we must make sure we don't alter the time line and mess this up. we have to make sure Ice will exist in the future!

>>28534431
[x] "Wait, what did we talk about last night? I seem to have forgotten."

>>28534431
>[X] “This is not a good idea. I'm a pilot, you know our odds.”

>>28534825
"YOU'VE CREATED A TIME PARADOX! YOU CAN'T GO AROUND CHANGING THE FUTURE LIKE THAT! TIME PARADOX!"

>>28534825
We'll just have to find Einstein and get him to make us a Chronosphere, long as we keep him from Hitler...

>>28534431
>[] “This is not a good idea. I'm a pilot, you know our odds.”

I get the feeling that John is the sort to be rather sanguine about his odds.

>>28534431
>[x]"I did too"

>>28534431
>[] “This is not a good idea. I'm a pilot, you know our odds.”

Love is a bad thing when all it leaves are shattered hearts.

>>28534431
>[] “This is not a good idea. I'm a pilot, you know our odds.”

>>28534431
>[x] “This is not a good idea. I'm a pilot, you know our odds.”

>>28534431
>'[] “This is not a good idea. I'm a pilot, you know our odds.”

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>/tg/ not getting it AGAIN

Lemme spell it out for you guys: John? He fucked Ilyena. He fucked her good and nice. And then, in the afterglow, they said they loved each other.

WHY DO YOU NEED THIS EXPLAINED. IT WAS THE EXACT SAME SHIT WITH YOUNG AND MINNA. USE THE AVAILABLE CONTEXT CLUES FOR FUCK'S SAKE.

>>28534988
Except it could be any other of a half dozen things, including them fucking yelling at each other.

I will grant you that it is likely some relationship shit going down.

But context is not conclusive at all on them fucking.

>>28534431
[] “I did too.”

Fuck yeah made it in time for strikers.

>>28534431
>[] “This is not a good idea. I'm a pilot, you know our odds.”

>>28535011
theres a war on.
two attractive people are put in the same goddamn lodging space.
after battle tension and living in an area where none of the women wear pants.
I'm preeeetty sure they bumped uglies. especially when one of the options is "this isn't a good idea"

>>28534431
>[x] “I did too.”
>>28534988
Could have been she said somethings, we said somethings. With Minna and Young we were in a damn closet and it was people not using their fuckin' brains.

>>28534431
>[] “This is not a good idea. I'm a pilot, you know our odds.”

>>28535052
I'm not arguing against them fucking.

Context clues are a thing and I'm not completely retarded.

But, we're also like 40. Granted we possibly aged very well and are still attractive.

I'm just saying it is not conclusive that they fucked. Just one of many probabilities.

>>28534431
>[] “I did too.”

>>28535088
>we're also like 40.
Closer to 50, I think we are 47 about.

>>28535088
We're like 40, and so is she.

>>28534431
[] “I did too.”
guys, seriously, just go with this.

>>28534431
>[x] “This is not a good idea. I'm a pilot, you know our odds.”

>>28534431
[] “I did too.”
>>28535088
>>28535106
>>28535108
we're consenting adults here! no worries about jail bait this time!

>>28534431
[X] I did too.

>>28534431
>[] “This is not a good idea. I'm a pilot, you know our odds.”

Sorry guys, but I get annoyed when I see sappy stuff like the second option.

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>>28534431
>[X] “I did too.”

>>28534431
[] “I did too.”

>>28534431
>[] “This is not a good idea. I'm a pilot, you know our odds.”

>>28535108
If we assumed he was 17 or 18 during WW1 in which America joined the war around 1918. Add 27 years up to their present day. He'll be around 44-45 at the earliest. Not sure how old she was though probably her late 30's early 40's maybe a bit younger.

>>28534431
[X] I did too.

Stop trying to change the future assholes.

>>28535161
But we're moving to Russia to meet Prinzessin later in this thread.

>>28534431
>[] “This is not a good idea. I'm a pilot, you know our odds.”

>>28535161
If you think we're doing this to screw over Ice then you need to check your butthurt meter.

>>28535160

He may have taken a train to Canada at sixteen, lied about his age, and joined the Canadian Forces. Which is a very real possibility. It happened in both World Wars.

>>28534431
>[] “I did too.”
Ya'll know it may not matter all that much.
>>28535160
We are/or close to Quentin's age, he was 20 when he died in 1918.

>>28535160
That's beside the point. The point is that we're both around the same age. That we're in our mid-40s means nothing.

>>28535179
He made not mention of being in the Canadian Air Force which was also started in 1918.

>>28534431
[] “I did too.”
>>28535130
kill joy.
>>28535160
if i remember my history, there were some men who did just that. they didn't stick around as pilots, they got kicked up the chain of command at that point.
>>28535178
the troll is strong in this one.

>>28534431
GHOST! JUST WRITE ALREADY! end this mess!

>>28535265
He's too busy trying to figure out what flavor Ice tastes like when you lick her.

>>28535246

My point is he could have served in WWI's equivalent at sixteen years of age, easy. The British Ministry of Defense has wills dating from WWI from boys 15 and up, easy.

>>28535265

I am, got called away for a second

>>28535280

We figured that out. Lemon ice.

>>28535316
can you close the voting now? i don't want us to cause a rift in space time to make Ice not exist now.

that's funny, it was margarita the last time you tasted her? maybe it changes over time.

>>28535296
So give or take a year or two? early to mid forties?
>>28535316
How old will llyena be? Considering how young witches are when pressed into service, she must be at most her late to early forties as well. Mid-thirties at the youngest.

>>28535423
How will saying that will change the timeline?

>>28535296
i can testify to that! my dad got into the army when he was 16 himself. they didn't like it when they found out. but they kept him.

>>28535475
Ilyena decides she isn't gonna have any of that and rapes him. Or she's already pregnant. Nobody said they have to have a happy relationship. She's just gotta get pregnant.

>>28535316
sounds tasty I could go for a lemon ice right now but it would be hell to get one due to thanksgiving shoppers

>>28535475
the butterfly effect probably.

>>28535296
Even then, that really only changes things by a year or two. Mid forties.
>>28535316
>Lemon
Ghost why you ignore delicious blushing strawberry Ice

>>28535813
Because she can be rather sour at times especially when frank does something stupid.

>>28535837
It's an acquired taste, really.

>>28535837
yea, but lemon ice is just disgustingly over-sweet. nothing sour about it

>>28535860

well it really depends on the brand, and some are a bit of both. wanting to be sweet but still a tad of sour

>>28535885
Rita's lemon ice is...unappealing. This was the basis off of which I expressed my displeasure with lemon

so ice is a snowcone?

>current topic

we're talking about ice and none of the other girls? That feels really odd tbh

>>28535909
hmmmmm YES!

>>28535938
So...what snacks would be the other girls be?

>>28535956
well we know merlin is cake

>>28534431
>[x] “I did too.”

>>28535980
I think Slider's a creme brulee. She's crunchy on the exterior, but creamy and sweet under said exterior

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>>28535956
Mav is Coca-Cola

>>28535956
Katya is vodka

the true russian snack

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>>28536029
It's also apt because we seem to make silly decisions in her presence

>>28536029
>A polish invention.

>>28536029

so she is potato

>>28536056
Or borche? and Frank is the potato?

Pretty sure we made a joke like that similar

>>28536073
something something in my borscht, Frank Bishop...or something along those lines

>>28536029
What's Konstantina then?

>>28536073
yes, yes it was made some time ago.

>>28536117

"Stick a potato in my borscht right the Hell now, Frank Bishop!"

>>28536140
hot sauce?

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[x] “I did too.”

You sigh. It's been no accident that you've been a bachelor as long as you have- You were in the first world war. You know all too well how fragile men and their machines are, how easily you can die. You've had a few tight scrapes yourself, in both that war and this one, to re-affirm that belief. And to be honest, you just can't square it. You're a fighter pilot, and will be till the day you die, you're quite sure. Any woman who loves you is just asking to have her heart broken when you finally don't come home.

And that's what you've always told yourself. You told yourself that flying air mail routes in the '20s, it's what you told yourself testing the new fighters coming on-line in the '30s, it's what you told yourself in the air back in December of '41. You're a fighter pilot, and one day, you'll die in your plane. It's the way of the world, as far as you're concerned, and you're at peace with it. Better, though, to not hurt anyone else that you can spare- no reason to leave a widow or, god forbid, kids behind when you go.

Of course, that goes right out the window with a witch. Yeah, they're more survivable, sure. But it's by the narrowest of margins- more than once you've dealt with a bandit on one of the girls when their shields were out.

1/3

>>28536165
Makes sense, it's painful yet addictive depending on your tastes

>>28536140
Krokodil

>>28536140
Gluwein. It sounds really intimidating until you meet it and realize it's actually quite warming

Plus, you know, last night was pretty damn nice.

You nod, slowly. “I did too.” You say, after a moment. “but you know-”

“I know.” She says, interrupting you. “And if it happens, I will be devestated. But I have faced that kind of thing before.”

You nod, mentally cursing yourself- she's told you about how the reds executed her family for supporting the tzar, how she was saved only by virtue of being out at the time, at an academy near Leningrad- St. Petersburg at the time. You look at it like that, she's really a tough old dame, and there's no reason to not own up to your words.

She laughs hesitantly, breaking your train of thought. “I- for a moment there, I was terrified you wouldn't say it back.”

You return the laugh. “To be honest, I don't know if I couldn't have. You're something else, Ilyena.”

She hugs you from behind- you didn't even hear her get up. “As are you, John Kazanski. So, when will we be married?”

You laugh again, patting her hands with one of yours and using the other to pour some pancake batter onto the skillet. “Isn't it a little early to be discussing that?”

“Perhaps.” She says, letting go. “But it will be in America when it happens. I do not wish to return to Russia as it is, and will not raise any children there.”

“Well, that's fair.” You respond. “Though I don't plan on retiring anytime soon.”

She shakes her head. “John, you've been in the air force for almost twenty years now. Surely you've had your fill of flying?”

“Hardly.” You return. “I come from a proud line of Soldiers and Knights, all the way back. We've got an heirloom set of winged hussar armor, still. I figure being a pilot is as close to that as I can really get. Besides,” you add, after a moment, “They can't get rid of me. I'm the best XP-67 driver they have.”

“John, you're the only XP-67 pilot in the air force.” She says.

“I know.” You say with a grin.

2/3

“Oi, pancakes again?” Camille says from the top of the stairs. “Wot bloody bong is it 'anyway?”

“It's oh-five, Camille. And there are no bongs right now, remember? Big Ben was damaged a while ago, they're still fixing him.” You say, flipping the pancakes and adding a few to the growing stack on the platter next to you.

“Bongless 'ellhole.” She mutters, lurching her way down the steps. “Bleedin aliums. Wot they got against a proppa bong anyway?”

“I think they were just after London, Camille.” Ilyena says. “that just happened to get hit.”

“Bloody aliums. Turnin this place into a bongless 'ellhole. 'ow am I supposed to know when to have a proper cuppa?”

“Intuition?” You ask.

“Harumph.” She responds, sitting down at the table and pouring herself some coffee. “So it's a shuttle raid today, wot?”

“Yes. Your personal things are packed?” Ilyena answers.

“Mhmm. And I even got springtime one and two to get their things packed, for the most part. They'll be coming over by ship?”

“Ship to Caen, yes. Then by rail through northern France to our base in Germany. We'll be back from the lines a good way, near Berlin, so we won't have to worry about scrambling.”

“But,” You add, “It also means that we'll be living near a major German city. You two going to be ok with that? Springtime and myself won't have quite the, ah, history with them.”

“That was a different war.” Ilyena says, simply. “I will be fine.”

“Camille?” You say, after a pause.

“I'll be fine.” She responds, though the tone of her voice gives you some worry.

You're about to respond when you're interrupted by the sounds of a springtime storm- the twins fighting- comes from upstairs.

Ilyena looks at you. “I believe it is your turn to handle them.” She says with a smile.

Camille grunts.

[] “Fine. You finish making the pancakes.”
[] “Not if you want breakfast it isn't. Send Camille.”

>>28536223
>[x] “Fine. You finish making the pancakes.”

Good practice.

>>28536223
>[] “Fine. You finish making the pancakes.”
I know this is tempting fate, but making pancakes from pre-made batter isn't exactly difficult

[] “Not if you want breakfast it isn't. Send Camille.”

"They are too muc hfor an old man to bear."

>>28536223
>[] “Fine. You finish making the pancakes.”

>>28536223
[x] “Fine. You finish making the pancakes.”

This shall be your finest hour.

>>28536223
[] “Not if you want breakfast it isn't. Send Camille.”

>>28536223
>[] “Not if you want breakfast it isn't. Send Camille.”
Precious pancakes cannot be ruined!

>>28536223
>[X]“Fine. You finish making the pancakes.”

>>28536223
>[x] “Not if you want breakfast it isn't. Send Camille.”
We are the pancake master.

>>28536272
wrong quest, murderface

>>28536223
>[] “Not if you want breakfast it isn't. Send Camille.”
We must save... the pancakes...

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>>28536258

what food is frank?

>>28536223
[] “Fine. You finish making the pancakes.”
time to earn some XP in kid raiseing.

>>28536223
>[] “Not if you want breakfast it isn't. Send Camille.”

We know what happens when she made food.

SAVE BREAKFAST!

>>28536319

if he's the same self-insert I've been accused of making him, Gunpowder, Monster energy, and hate.

>>28536340
WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE!

>>28536340
I understand the latter two but gunpowder?

The hell you've been eating ghost?

Also my curiosity is getting the better of me. What would have changed if we hadn't said it?

>>28536340
>Gunpowder, Monster energy, and hate.
I know the Monster and Hate combo well, adding gunpowder just adds to the fun.

>>28536340
>quest MC
>most decisions decided by /tg/ hivemind
>self-insert
unless you're a fighter pilot with schizophrenia I don't see the self insert bit.

Also, what type of gunpowder? Old black poweder?

>>28536363
>What would have changed if we hadn't said it?
she would have raped us then and there to make us say it

>>28536402
>Also, what type of gunpowder?
vihtavuori

>>28536363

Did you not read when Ghost and Maus spoke of playing with dynamite sticks that were bleeding?

>>28536426

Speaking of Maus, where did he go?

>>28536223
[x] “Fine. You finish making the pancakes.”
It's their own damn fault for making a racket in the morning, if they have to eat Ilyena's pancakes.

>>28536445
good question, he said he would finish the thread like 2 days later and vanished, so much for resuming TWQ again...

>>28536445
>>28536472
Military happened again likely.

>>28536472
EOD waits not for petty things like 'schedule'

>>28536520
>>28536535
while most likely true, he could just post on twitter saying hes got work or something, the silence and lack of updates is annoying

>>28536426
Please tell me.

>>28536562
IIRC, he ended the thread with "something came up at work"

He's probably off disarming bombs in a top secret operation deep in the heart of Russia

>captcha: raifed hrsseff

or he could've raifed himself

>>28536562
i guess he was waiting in line/playing his PS4 now.

Okay Ghost, I know you said there was going to be timeskips, but skipping over the romance, when that's the entire point of this sidequest?
Really?

>>28536827
I'm not surprised, romance isn't his strong suit.

>>28536861

It's okay. We love him anyway.

>>28536827
We don't have time to watch anon completely spaghetti and waffle about. There's only like 2 threads left.

>>28536896
>Great War vet
>spaghetti
Nah

>>28536861
True, but I kind of wanted to see the buildup of how this ended up.

I guess we will leave this up to the the small skit makers

>>28536896
who to say Anon cou- oh wait this is the SWQ fanbase, a bunch of social retards.

>>28536918
>implying the SWQ fanbase is any different from any other fanbase on /tg/
>or any other population subset on 4chan as a whole
Fuck you very much.

>>28536918
We've actually had a pretty decent amount of good writefags

>>28536917
Yeah I was looking forward to the romance actually playing out, not having it mostly skipped over.

>>28536914
Didn't say the MC, I said Anon.

>>28536946
So anyone willing to write up scenes?

>>28536946
indeed, it inspired me to take a shot at being a write fag myself. although it's for another quest, but still. ghost! you help make me into what i am today! all i have to say for this is.... Thank you Ghost.

well, i should also give some credit to Mouse and Planefag as well. they helped as well.

>>28536949
I dunno, I like it as is. The awkward conversation over coffee lets the imagination run wild with just the sort of night it had been between the two.

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[x] “Fine. You finish making the pancakes.”

You step back from the pancakes, putting the last two on the stack and noting there's batter for a good half dozen more. “Fine, I'll handle it. You finish making the pancakes, then.”

You hand off the spatula and head up the stairs- into the heart of the storm. There's enough screaming going on up there to indicate a full-fledged fight- not unusual, and god only knows what sparked it.

You politely knock on the door to their room and wait. When neither of them answers, you open the door- facing the hallway. Camille already walked in on them once, and apparently neither of them is a real big believe in clothes. While you can't say you'd mind getting an eyefull of, say, Ilyena again, the twins are like twelve, and you're old enough to be their granddad, in theory. Assuming your kids had children early.

Mystifyingly, the fight stops when you open the door, and there's an uneasy, loaded silence.

“M-major, why are you looking at the wall?” April asks.

“Are you two dressed?” You respond, drily.

“Mostly.” May says.

“Define mostly.”

“Well, see, we're witches, and witches don't usually wear pants.” She responds, slowly, like she's explaining it to someone extraordinarily dumb.

“But you're wearing everything else?” You ask.

“Yes.”

You turn around to a scene of utter devastation. A pair of overseas bags lay on the ground, their contents spewed around the room- including more than one item of clothing hanging from the lights. The beds are both destroyed- you're pretty sure at least one frame is cracked- and the window looks mighty iffy as well- you note that the blackout curtains are open, and the weak pre-dawn sunlight is just filtering in.

1/2

The twins look to be caught in the act of their fight- April stands on top of the remaining good bed, a balled up sock prepared for an overhand at her sister, on the floor. She's sporting a hell of a bite mark on her outer thigh just above her knee and May's nose is bleeding.

You sigh, covering your face in your hand. “April, drop the sock.” You say, working to not laugh- it takes some effort. “What- ah. What were you two ladies discussing?”

“April hid all my underwear!” May shouts- a split second before her sister's accusation.

“May was rummaging through my stuff!” April retorts. “And I didn't either! You already packed them and took my favorite pair! The ones mom sent! It's not my fault you lost yours!”

“I didn't lose them!” May responds, jumping up- you shift your weight on your feet to intercept her if she goes after her sister again, but she stands where she is, fists balled down by her waist. “It's not my fault that martian ruined them!”

You quirk an eyebrow at that. “Masers.” She says, looking over at you. “They bleed through shields, it ruined them.”

“Ah.” You respond.

2/3

“But I kept them right here! In my dresser drawer!” She yells, pointing at one of the three drawers that are currently laying on the floor in a puddle of clothes. “And they're not there! April took them!”

“I did not!” April retorts. “I have my things! I don't care about your nasty old underwear anyway! It's not my fault you can't keep your things from being ruined!”

“Then where's the rest of mine?!” May casting about for something to hurl at her sister- and, thankfully, finding nothing.

“Where did you put them you dummy?” April responds. “I don't want them, why would I take them?”

Knowing the twins, this could carry on, some.

[] “Here's what we're going to do, then. April, you go down and get breakfast. May, I'll help you look, deal?”
[] “Girls, we don't have time for this. You two go down and get breakfast, May and I can run into Stowmarket before the flight today.”

>>28537252
>[X] “Here's what we're going to do, then. April, you go down and get breakfast. May, I'll help you look, deal?”

Time to practice being a dad!

>>28537252
>[] “Here's what we're going to do, then. April, you go down and get breakfast. May, I'll help you look, deal?”

>>28537252
[x] “Here's what we're going to do, then. April, you go down and get breakfast. May, I'll help you look, deal?”

THERE WILL BE ORDER IN THIS BASE.

>>28537252
>[x] “Here's what we're going to do, then. April, you go down and get breakfast. May, I'll help you look, deal?”

>>28537252
>[] “Girls, we don't have time for this. You two go down and get breakfast, May and I can run into Stowmarket before the flight today.”

>>28537252
>[] “Girls, we don't have time for this. You two go down and get breakfast, May and I can run into Stowmarket before the flight today.”
It's not a Strike Withes quest if we don't have a shopping trip. It's tradition.

>>28537252
[] “Here's what we're going to do, then. April, you go down and get breakfast. May, I'll help you look, deal?”
time to get our dad on.

>>28537252
>[] “Girls, we don't have time for this. You two go down and get breakfast, May and I can run into Stowmarket before the flight today.”

SHOPPING

also, lets pick up something nice and lacy for Ilyena

>>28537252
>[x] “Here's what we're going to do, then. April, you go down and get breakfast. May, I'll help you look, deal?”

>>28537252

[] “Here's what we're going to do, then. April, you go down and get breakfast. May, I'll help you look, deal?”

>>28537252
[x] “Here's what we're going to do, then. April, you go down and get breakfast. May, I'll help you look, deal?”

>>28537252
>[X] “Here's what we're going to do, then. April, you go down and get breakfast. May, I'll help you look, deal?”
Halp, I do not know how to dad.

>>28537252
[] “Girls, we don't have time for this. You two go down and get breakfast, May and I can run into Stowmarket before the flight today.”

>>28537252
>[x] “Girls, we don't have time for this. You two go down and get breakfast, May and I can run into Stowmarket before the flight today.”

Traditioooooooooon

>>28537252
>[x] “Girls, we don't have time for this. You two go down and get breakfast, May and I can run into Stowmarket before the flight today.”

>>28537252
>[] “Girls, we don't have time for this. You two go down and get breakfast, May and I can run into Stowmarket before the flight today.”

SHOOOOOOOPING

>>28537252
[X] “Girls, we don't have time for this. You two go down and get breakfast, May and I can run into Stowmarket before the flight today.”

>>28537252
>[] “Girls, we don't have time for this. You two go down and get breakfast, May and I can run into Stowmarket before the flight today.”

>>28537252
>[X] “Here's what we're going to do, then. April, you go down and get breakfast. May, I'll help you look, deal?”

>>28537252
>[] “Girls, we don't have time for this. You two go down and get breakfast, May and I can run into Stowmarket before the flight today.”

We're tied for votes again. Tonight is going to be fun.

>>28537252
>[] “Girls, we don't have time for this. You two go down and get breakfast, May and I can run into Stowmarket before the flight today.”

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>>28538067
what is this and were can I get one!

So what flavor is Merlin?

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>>28538207
She's the fraking cake!

>>28538232
Twins?

>>28538207

Lewd flavoured.

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[x] “Here's what we're going to do, then. April, you go down and get breakfast. May, I'll help you look, deal?”

While the idea of helping a young girl look for her unmentionables doesn't exactly fill you with glee, you do need to solve this situation, and this is by far the best way to do it. You rub your face again, finally sighing and pointing at April. “You, downstairs. Go eat breakfast.”

“But-!” She protests, before you cut her off.

“No, no but. May, I'll help you look for your things, ok? If we don't find them we'll-”

“We'll get them out of April's bag!” May says.

“No, we'll sort something else out, ok?” You respond, glad you've had coffee.

“Ok.....” She says, clearly disappointed that she's not going to get to tear through her sister's things.

April heads downstairs slowly, shooting a glare at her sister before leaving the room.

“So where would they be?” You ask, nudging over one drawer with a foot.

“Well, I kept them in my drawers, but sometimes after a mission we just throw them at the hamper.” May responds, looking under her bed and pulling out several boxes of ammunition and a few loose rifle grenades. “Huh, wondered where these went.” She says, unceremoniously rolling them along the floor.

“So you checked the laundry?” You ask, not willing to do so yourself.

“Well no, but...”

“Ok, do that.” You say.

1/4 (I think. may be 3)

“But I can't wear them anymore! They're singed and there's some holes burnt in them.” May says. “How would they end up in the laundry?”

You shrug, but point. “Check anyway, please.”

While her favorite- and apparently unserviceable pair aren't in there, several others are. She takes them out and lays them aside, claiming she'll do laundry before you leave. You have your doubts- and they may well still be sitting there when the next tenants of the building move in.

It takes a while- your growling stomach reminds you of the breakfast waiting downstairs- but eventually, you've exhausted all your options, and the damaged skivvies have failed to turn up. May almost looks ready to tear up over them while you wrack your brain, trying to think of any place that's remained unchecked.

“What about in the ammo cans?” You ask, finally, looking down at the olive drab metal boxes. “In there?”

May looks at you dubiously, but opens up the first anyway. “Why would they be in there? I haven't opened these cans up since Kansas...” She says, closing it and pushing it away, grabbing for the other. “Besides, these are- they're here!”

She jumps up, a battered and damaged piece of cloth you imagine, at one point in it's life, constituted a pair of underwear clutched like a prize in her hand. Triumphant, she shoves them into her bag, sparing a quick hug for you. “Thanks major.” She says.

“Anytime, kid.” You respond, patting her head. “Now, let's go down and eat.”

2/3

Downstairs, they've saved you two some pancakes- not enough to go around, you think, but a few. You've got time to eat them and drink a glass of orange juice- a rare commodity- before Ilyena- dressed for flight, wanders into the kitchen.

“We're all closed up.” She says, a note of sadness in her voice. “Camille and April have gone on ahead to the hangar, I'll be joining them soon.”

You nod, motioning to May. “We'll join you as soon as we're done.”

“Don't take too long.” She says, heading out of the kitchen and through the front door- her bag slung over her shoulder.

“So what's Germany going to be like?” May asks, as you deposit the plates in the sink and wash them quickly.

You shrug. “No idea, I've never been there.” You respond. “They were at war with the Brits and Russians though, so we'll have to keep an eye on Ilyena and Camille, ok?”

May nods. “Ok!” She says, happy to be included in the plan. “I need to go get my bag!”

You nod, drying the dishes and heading upstairs yourself to get your overseas bag and belt on your .45. An original issue pistol, it's weight is a reassurance- and even though you've had to replace just about everything once, the spirit of the weapon, you think, is the same regardless.

3/4

Outside the hangar, a pair of big transports sit next to most of your supplies and spares. Scotty, your crew cheif- turns out he's from Wyoming, but moved east to Iowa or Indiana or something at a young age, is overseeing the loading of a pair of spare Wrights.

He turns around when one of his crew notices you coming, and you return his salute. “Hell, scotty, you know you don't have to do that around me.”

He grins. “Sorry sir. There's enough brass crawling around I figure someone would yell at me. Hey! How did our weapons package work out!”

[] “You'll never be able to explain how you managed to cram that many guns into the bird.” (12x .50 MG)
[] “Where in the hell did you turn up an autoloading, long barrel 40mm? (2x QF 2lb gun, 6x .50MG)
[] “It's nice to have 20mil again, honestly. (6x 20mm)
[] “Well, the thirty sevens aren't my favorite, but it's nice to have the ammo.” (6x M10 37mm cannon)
[] “I grew up on cannon and machine guns. It's good to work with what I know.” (6x .50 MG, 4x20mm)

>>28538369
>[] “It's nice to have 20mil again, honestly. (6x 20mm)

No german 30mms? I sad.

>>28538369
>[x] “I grew up on cannon and machine guns. It's good to work with what I know.” (6x .50 MG, 4x20mm)

>>28538369
>[] “You'll never be able to explain how you managed to cram that many guns into the bird.” (12x .50 MG)
>dat dakka

>>28538369
>[] “Well, the thirty sevens aren't my favorite, but it's nice to have the ammo.” (6x M10 37mm cannon)

>>28538369
>[x] “I grew up on cannon and machine guns. It's good to work with what I know.” (6x .50 MG, 4x20mm)
Keep it nice and keep it simple.

>>28538369
>[] “You'll never be able to explain how you managed to cram that many guns into the bird.” (12x .50 MG)
So much dakka

>>28538369
>[X] “I grew up on cannon and machine guns. It's good to work with what I know.” (6x .50 MG, 4x20mm)

>>28538369
>[] “I grew up on cannon and machine guns. It's good to work with what I know.” (6x .50 MG, 4x20mm)

>>28538369
>[] “You'll never be able to explain how you managed to cram that many guns into the bird.” (12x .50 MG)
I think .50s will have adequate penetration for like 99% of what we'll see, and it will be a hell of a lot easier to hit stuff in a furball with them.

>>28538369
>[] “I grew up on cannon and machine guns. It's good to work with what I know.” (6x .50 MG, 4x20mm)

I'm going purely on my knowledge in War Thunder, where cannons are always a good thing.

>>28538369
>[x] “I grew up on cannon and machine guns. It's good to work with what I know.” (6x .50 MG, 4x20mm)

>>28538469
37mm and up is for tank hunting in my book

>>28538369
>[] “I grew up on cannon and machine guns. It's good to work with what I know.” (6x .50 MG, 4x20mm)

We're always going to need cannons anon.

>>28538459

Penetration isn't the issue, penetration and damage is. Sleds particularly need the 20cal, to say nothing of CAS stuff.

>>28538348
[] “I grew up on cannon and machine guns. It's good to work with what I know.” (6x .50 MG, 4x20mm)

>>28538491

Clearly someone who's never flown a STRONG BATTLE KANONVOGEL.

Seriously. Sniping Spitfires and Yaks with them is a joy.

>>28538369

[X] “I grew up on cannon and machine guns. It's good to work with what I know.” (6x .50 MG, 4x20mm)

>>28538526
fuck yaks and cobra's! my poor B17 has no chance in hell most of the time!

Rolled 19

>>28538369
>[X] “Where in the hell did you turn up an autoloading, long barrel 40mm? (2x QF 2lb gun, 6x .50MG)

Everyone loves cannons

>>28538581
oh ya the reds loved the aircobra's and kingcobra's right?

>>28538369
>[x] “I grew up on cannon and machine guns. It's good to work with what I know.” (6x .50 MG, 4x20mm)

c'mon son

>>28538369
[x] “Well, the thirty sevens aren't my favorite, but it's nice to have the ammo.” (6x M10 37mm cannon)

>>28538369
>[x] “I grew up on cannon and machine guns. It's good to work with what I know.” (6x .50 MG, 4x20mm)

>>28538599
Witches love cannons

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>>28538369
[X] “I grew up on cannon and machine guns. It's good to work with what I know.” (6x .50 MG, 4x20mm)

>>28538369
[] “You'll never be able to explain how you managed to cram that many guns into the bird.” (12x .50 MG)
>>28538427
but there is never enough drakka....

>>28538369
>[] “You'll never be able to explain how you managed to cram that many guns into the bird.” (12x .50 MG)

More guns is always good, plenty of ammo to use.

>>28538369
>[] “I grew up on cannon and machine guns. It's good to work with what I know.” (6x .50 MG, 4x20mm)

>>[] “I grew up on cannon and machine guns. It's good to work with what I know.” (6x .50 MG, 4x20mm)

There's a good reason they never went with just 50 cals if they could help it. Any kind of armour and it's utility plummets.

>>28538369
>[] “I grew up on cannon and machine guns. It's good to work with what I know.” (6x .50 MG, 4x20mm)

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[x] “I grew up on cannon and machine guns. It's good to work with what I know.” (6x .50 MG, 4x20mm)

“I came up on cannon and machine guns. It's nice to work with what I know.” You say, walking back towards your bird with your chief. “It looks like the mounting gave you some trouble though.”

He shakes his head. “Not really, sir. We had to extend the weapons bays a bit, but the fifties stacked pretty well-” He points to the two triangular sections near where the wing blends into the fuselage, and the couple of inches of machine gun barrel protruding there- two below, one above. “The ammunition feed was a bigger problem, honestly, so we're trying out that new helical magazine those crazy guys were working on for the big dreadkilling guns, like those mossies with the fifty sevens.”

You nod, pointing to the twenties. “Same thing?”

He shakes his head. “No, not really. The magazines there are a lot more standard, but they've got independent arming solenoids. Seems like nothing's really reliable, so we've gone with what we know- hispanos, right now. I'd like to get some of those kraut MG213s, but I hear there's not many of them to go around.”

You shrug, having not kept up on the most recent weapons developments the way you should have been. “Sounds good to me either way.”

He laughs. “Yeah, you say that sir, till you run up against a dread. Those HVARs aren't a sure thing.”

You look towards the underwing racks, slung with the rockets- currently, you can carry twelve, six under each wing, without much trouble, which is enough to menace some of the bigger things, though the specialized dreadnaught killers are still favored for the job- currently the 8th operates a mix of designs, some mounting high-velocity tank guns, others armed with massive multiple rocket systems designed for hundreds of HVARs.

1/2 (or 3, not sure)

Your walkaround is interrupted by Quentin- dressed, you note, in a flight suit with his old scarf wrapped around his neck and a flight bag in his hand. “Hiya John, Scotty. My usual mount is down, I'm taking the other hellbat.”

You're about to respond when he continues. “The actual bombing mission has been scrubbed, by the way.” He says. “Just got a call in- all strategic targets in occupied France are closed. Tactical stuff only now- the Krauts are shifting in, along with the ninth.”

“So it's eastern theater only, huh?” You ask, not even bothering to protest as he slings his bag up into the cockpit of the other bat.

“Yeah. We're headed to Tempelhof, in Berlin.” He says, looking for the ladder and unlocking it when he finds it, putting one hand on the middle step. “The krauts have 'generously' let us put up there, which shouldn't be bad, Berlin is practically a fortress after '41. they've got a couple luftwaffe training wings there too, though, so it's not just us.”

“So it's our group and luftwaffe nuggets?” You ask as he climbs up into the other bat. He nods.

“Yeah. That's also where all the, ya know, foreign leaders and whatnot land- dad said he might swing by, if he gets the chance.”

“Aw hell.” You respond- Quentin's dad was well respected for a long time and still is. “Any possibility that he's going to steal a fighter and try to join a raid?”

“He's my dad.” Quentin says, bluntly. “So, yes.”

You nod, climbing up into your own fighter. “Wonderful.”

He looks over at you, and flashes some quick hand signals- you open up your radio on the frequency he dictates, noting it's squadron-level- and never used.

“So, you and Ilyena, huh?” He asks- you look up in time to see his grin.

[] “Who talked?”
[] “I'm kinda surprised myself.”
[] “You knew this was going to happen, didn't you?”

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>>28539420
>[] “Who talked?”

>>28539420
>[] “I'm kinda surprised myself.”

>>28539424
Holy shit, this does not actually look half-bad.

>>28539420
>[] “Who talked?”
I bet the twins.

inb4 "You did."

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>>28539420
[X] “I'm kinda surprised myself.”

>>28539420
>[] “Who talked?”
>[] “I'm kinda surprised myself.”
>[] “You knew this was going to happen, didn't you?”

All three

>>28539420
>[] “Who talked?”
[] “I'm kinda surprised myself.”
[] “You knew this was going to happen, didn't you?”

>>28539420
>[] “Who talked?”
old man mad

>>28539420
[] “Who talked?”
[] “I'm kinda surprised myself.”
[] “You knew this was going to happen, didn't you?”
all of them ghost.

>>28539420
>[X] “I'm kinda surprised myself.”

>>28539420
>[] “Who talked? No... You knew this was going to happen, didn't you?”

Some bad combo of the two.

>>28539420
[x] “Who talked?”

>>28539420
>[x] “I'm kinda surprised myself...You knew this was going to happen, didn't you?”

>inb4 "The whole goddamned base knows, you people are about as quiet as a pack of orange elephants! Were you both holding off so much for so long?"

>>28539656
>you people are about as quiet as a pack of orange elephants
That's one way to get back at the twins.

>>28539656
Dude, its a military base with witches, the rumor mill might as well have gained precognitive abilities.

Also:
[x] “Who talked?”
[x] “I'm kinda surprised myself.”

>>28539420
>[] “I'm kinda surprised myself.”
>[] “You knew this was going to happen, didn't you?”
Why not both?

>>28539719
>[x] “Who talked?”
>[x] “I'm kinda surprised myself.”
[x] This

also given that some witches do have precognition as a thing...
oopicha brafillian
yea captcha im sure some witches fill their bra well

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[x] “Who talked?”

“So who talked?” You ask, mentally promising revenge on them.

Quentin laughs. “Oh come on John. We put a pretty good looking witch in with an old world bachelor like yourself. The betting pool was on how long you two managed to go. You make it official yet?”

“Yeah. This morning.” You respond.

“Damn, off by two weeks. Oh well.” He says. “It's not like there's a real problem with it anyway. Hell, whatshisname, over in Barin, he's been sleeping with that redheaded commander of his for a good long time now, it's been in the open practically forever, and no one seems to have a problem with this.”

“You knew this was gonna happen?” You ask, mentally piecing the betting pool together- then suddenly realizing that he probably requested you specifically because of that- Quint and his wife have long held you needed to settle down.

He laughs. “Nah, it's hard to tell with you. Still, I'm happy for ya, and I'm sure Dad will demand to meet her too.”

“Wonderful.” You say, hitting your starters and relishing in the the chortling start from the wrights as their propellers start to turn- the vibrations distorting your windscreen as the two of them settle into their ground speeds.

“You have the lead.” Quint says.

“Roger, Dog one and two rolling.” You respond, letting go of the breaks and rolling past the transports, noting that they're starting up too. Your ground crew is shuffling aboard one of them, the other is just starting to roll off it's parking spot.

“Off to Germany!” Quint says, laughing. “Land of beer, brats, and Frauleins in leiderhosen!”

“You have no idea what you're on about, do you?” You ask.

“Not a clue.” He says, laughing.

“Figures.” You respond, shaking your head as you line up on the runway. “I was always the brains of the outfit.”

“Yeah, well, that's gonna change. I ought to just ask Ilyena what your opinion is now.”

You sigh. This will be a long flight.

>>28540068
>NEXT TIME, ON GIRLS UND
oh wait, wrong quest

that's it for the night- we've got, eh, one or two more of these, then I might take a week off. Not sure about that, since I'm rapidly filling a notebook with stuff for S2. New characters, new places for old ones, that sort of thing.

Now, as for the gloss over. I know, I know. I'd have liked to go into that in much greater detail- however, I also know that there's any of a dozen writefags that can not only tackle it, but can probably handle it a lot better than I can.

Anyway, cheers guys, sorry for the delayed run this week, the holidays get kinda odd for me, so...

we ought to be fine for next Tuesday, pending my schedule and this one girl I know...

haha. cheers gents!

>>28540093
You caused this you know, >>28540106

>>28540106
Happy thanksgiving ya chucklefuck, see you next week

>>28540106
Are you and Maus having Thanksgiving together?

>>28540106

Whelp, I was planning to try posting this piece of writefaggotry I was working on today, but it seems to run on for way too goddamn long.

And it's only part 1....

>>28540106
>girl

NOT ONE OF USSSS

Spill ye secrets, ghost.

>>28540135
She abuses him. He likes it

>>28540119

no.

>>28540135

no. She asked about paintball. I've been working on getting a rig set up for her.

>>28540135

I wonder if Ghost showed her that dime-store bodice ripper.

Oh right, where the fuck is Maus?

>>28540142
He makes her dress up as a witch and be tsuntsun to him. It's cyclical.
>>28540148
>no.
Well, that's too bad. Enjoy sacrificing flightless birds in the name of MURRIKA tomorrow

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>>28540148
suuure buddy.

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>>28540148
>She asked about paintball

So thats what they call it these days.

Ghost gonna be emptying his mag.

>>28540148
What would have happened if we choose the other choice in the first post?

>>28540148
>paintball

Well now.

>>28540176
Upotte pun goes here

>>28540186

>ping

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>>28540186

>>28540106
Thanks ghost, have fun.

>>28540177

They'd have still had Ice's dad, if that's what you're asking, though it's likely they'd have been separated or divorced by the time he dies. John would have died in the mid '70s, Ilyena probably a couple years earlier.

>>28540220
/tg/, saving marriages since 1945

>>28540220
Oh, so we dodged a bullet there

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>>28540231

>>28540220

So what happens with that choice now>

>>28540220
How old are John and llyena anyway?

>>28540253

You'll have to wait for that one, I'm afraid.

>>28540261

Ilyena's 45- and yes, that's old, but keep in mind, witchery can and does through some of the rules out of the window- she looks to be in her early 30s, for example. Minor magic tricks, related to healwitchery but not quite full blown healwitchery.

John's 44. He may or may not (did) fudge a few numbers to get in in time for the great war. Caught a battlefield commission in France, and he's been a fighter driver ever since.

>>28540333

You're gonna have to give us a good love story now, ghost.

>>28540333
>Ilyena's 45- and yes, that's old, but keep in mind, witchery can and does through some of the rules out of the window- she looks to be in her early 30s, for example. Minor magic tricks, related to healwitchery but not quite full blown healwitchery.

Thats...kind of hot. Good for John, Explains a bit with Miina and the bounce king.

Though you got to tell us that we made it better or worse for John by choosing what we chose.

>>28540426
Minna's actually like...2 or 3 years younger than Young even after PF's age adjustments IIRC

>>28540333
Also do Ice and the other girls age just as slowly?

>>28540472
IIRC PF only adjusted one character's age: Heidi's and the reason being "she does not look 15"

>>28540493
Well then it's even worse. Minna was like...16/17 or something in-show IIRC. Thought she was around 18/19 to Young's 20/21 in SWQ

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So, friendly reminder that PJ Witches will be running this Friday like usual!

>>28540528

>merc comes in

>no sign of maus

mah sushi

>>28540521
She's 18/19 in-show.

>>28540521
Really? I thought she was 18-19 normally (she and Mio were the oldest witches out of the bunch)

Though I don't htink he did a thing about Shirely's age being 16.... and the obvious.

>>28540536
yea, you right though

>>28540534

Dammit, I've gone without my Sushi for way too long!

>>28540528
We meet our new witches. and one who may or may not be a silent ninja sweets lover

>>28540473

They don't age slowly- it's just little cosmetic tricks of getting rid of wrinkles and stretch marks and keeping the sag out of places. The Babby later in life thing, that's about as advanced as a witch without the healing talent can get, and even then, it's iffy.

>>28540600
So like those anti-aging creams but more potent?

what's Babby?

>>28540600

And with healing?

How far can it go?

>>28540600
Dunno Minnie sure kept up very well (to the point where someone noted that she was pretty youthful and the only "sign that she had a bunch of kids" were quite youthful in firmness)

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>>28540600
So, not only are Healwitches the best in the business at removing ~10 years from your shown age, but they're also experts at getting their partners to last forever in bed

Dear Santa,

I want a Heal-witch for Christmas

>>28540641

Minnie was also a matron and knew a shitpile of tricks. Matrons aren't just political figures- they know a hell of a lot about magical theory and application, too. A politically savvy matron might keep her appearance youthful to throw off people she's gotta negotiate with, for example.

>>28540632

Bingo.

>>28540634

Well, they still can't live forever, but cosmetic magic is like crumbs for them, it's just that easy. Past that, it tends to vary witch to witch- though, by '89, there's more than one healwitch working in hollywood making bank as a cosmetic surgeon of sorts.

>>28540796
So how did the Matron that try to get Merlin and Frank looked like?

>>28540796
>by '89, there's more than one healwitch working in hollywood making bank as a cosmetic surgeon of sorts.
CAPITALISM HO

>>28540843
>by '89, there's more than one healwitch working in hollywood making bank as a cosmetic surgeon of sorts.

100 YEARS OF SEAN CONNERY/DANIEL CRAIG BOND MOVIES

>>28540840
She looked like a bitch.

>>28540861
>implying Sean Connery doesn't already have his own personal healwitch
Have you even seen the dude recently? He doesn't friggin age!

>>28540840

She's an academy head matron, so she just lets herself look like she's aged naturally- in this case, she's in her early 50s.

>>28540979
So how did John manage to suduce her?

Any important or significant events we might need to know on that front?

>>28541061
Good equipment and good looks, like the man said.

>>28541235
The twins will beg to differ

>>28541256
damn kids

>>28541061

Seduce who? Matron Longstreet?

>>28541553
Ilyena.

>>28541553
No, Ilyena

>>28541586
>>28541598
>How did a fighter pilot manage to seduce a witch
Are we reading the same set of quests?

>>28541625
> implying she didn't order him to get into her bed and he simply complied

>>28541652
So that's where Ice gets it from

>>28541662
like grandfather like granddaughter