Bob Dole 2014
Also, see you later.

The dream turns lucid. The dreamscape around you shimmers and begins to melt, illuminating you in a bath of colors. The physical world around you falls apart, leaving only empty space, and the bright illumination of the visible spectrum. You stand there, swimming in its full glory for what seems like hours. Slowly, the light fades, revealing a small cell, composed entirely of cement. You sit down on a folding chair, facing a television, holding a remote in your hand. The current channel is nothing but static. A slight buzz fills the room, and the same television is your only source of light.

The buttons are labeled on the remote, and you feel compelled to choose.

[] A horror.
[] A comedy.
[] A drama.
[] Don’t choose. Television is a bore. Nothing but repeats.

>>32169338
Eh, I guess I'll stick around for a bit.
[X] Don’t choose. Television is a bore. Nothing but repeats.

>>32169239
Why is Ryuko Terezi.

>>32169338
>[] A comedy.

Is Caddyshack on?

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>>32169338
>[] A comedy.

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>>32169499

Slow start, but gonna write. I must, for NoP's sake.

You press the comedy button, in a desperate need for a laugh, or even something to smile about. A desire for some form of elation bubbles up within you. You lean into the screen, white and black squares dancing across the curved glass surface. Laughter. You taught her to laugh, to smile.

The screen springs to life with old security footage of your holding cell. Vector lines tear the footage at first, but it slowly stabilizes. Black and white footage fills with color and… the TV’s sides collapse and fall to the concrete floor. The picture stays constant through this, and slowly grows to the size of the wall you’re facing. It then expands, turning what was 2D into 3D. Slowly, this cell becomes your old cell; old vestments of your past placed here and there. The chair you’re sitting on slowly turns into a cot. The walls look the same, except for a heavily reinforced steel door now adorning one of them.

On the other side of the door, you hear a knock, and a small girl’s voice call out to you. “Hinode, are you in there?”

[] Answer it.
[] Ignore it.
[] Refuse it.

>>32169893
[X] Answer it.

>>32169893
[X] Answer it.

This anon is lost.

Is this a continuation of the other KLK quest or it's own thing?

>>32169951
Separate thing altogether.
The MC is Ragyou's son, and the story takes place a bit after the show.

>>32169893
>[] Answer it.

>>32169893
>[] Answer it

What the actual fuck.

>>32169893
[ ] Answer it.

>>32169917
>>32169934
>>32169981
>>32169990
>>32170029

Let's see who's a knockin'.

You raise your head a bit and smile. And you feel… genuinely happy. Elated even. The word “playtime” flashes through your mind. Kicking yourself off the cot in a playful manner, you stand to realize, well, you’re pretty short. You look to your hands, and notice a lot of your scars have vanished, and they’ve also lost some muscle and mass and general. You quickly pat the back of your head, and… well, only a few holes there. Ah, to be a kid again.

You run over to the door, and attempt to open it. Ah, it’s locked.

“It’s locked! I can’t open it!” You yell to the person on the other side.

“You should stand back, Hinode.” The voice says.

You stand away from the door, and it goes flying past you, crashing into the opposite wall. It sticks its landing, staying put as a fixture in your cell.

Left standing there is… a four year old Nui. Which would make you around eight at this point.

“Hello, Hinode!” She says giddily.

You sigh to her, and ask a bit sarcastically, “Doesn’t Ragyo give you the key?”

She holds it up, and exclaims, “Yep!”

You run your hand across your face, slowly and carefully. “Then why do you knock down the door every time you visit?”

“Well, you said to not let small things get in my way. The door was in my way, so I knocked it down!”

“But you had the key…”

“But you said to have fun.” Her look becomes quizzical, and she is clearly confused as to why you’re disappointed in her.

[] Nui, please.
[] Well, you were just doing as I taught you.
[] Bad Nui, bad.

>>32170467
[X] Nui, please.
pls

>>32170467
>[] Nui, please.
Pat her head

>>32170467
[ ] Nui, please.
Damn it Nui, you adorable terror.

>>32170467
>[] Nui, please.

>>32170467
>[] Nui, please.

>>32170563
>>32170532
>>32170531
>>32170504
>>32170491

Writing.

>>32170467
>[] Nui, please.

also here's Hinnode's theme

>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O9fSEdZIM08

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>mfw

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You plaster a more serious expression across your face, and try your best to look stern. “Nui, please, it’s important that you take my lessons to heart. Now, what did I say about being so destructive?”

She stands there for a moment, finger to her mouth, slightly tilting her head. “Hmmmmmmmmmm…. don’t?”

“Yes. That’s right.”

“But… maman said its fine!”

“And… who should you listen to?” You stare into her face with a very serious expression. The sternest, most disciplined guise a big brother can give a little sister that could easily split him in two with her bare hands. But you aren’t scared of her. You’ve never been scared of her, and if anything, you might scare her more.

She looks at your face for a moment, and loses her usual playful façade. She starts to tear up, and looks genuinely upset.
“I’m sorry, frère… I didn’t mean to… it’s just, maman said I could as a reward for, well… you know” Her expression has gone from starting to tear up, to confused and sad. “I was a good girl, right? It feels weird, but maman said it was alright, and I didn’t want to waste a reward from maman…”

You know what she is talking about. Anger sweeps over you. This memory returns to you. You know what happens next, what Ragyo did, and where it all started to go very, very wrong.

[] Get angry.
[] Remember what I taught you, Nui. The most important lesson.

>>32171004
>[] Remember what I taught you, Nui. The most important lesson.

>>>/a/

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last one was expired on the image; my bad

>>32171004
>[] Remember what I taught you, Nui. The most important lesson.

>>32171004
>[] Remember what I taught you, Nui. The most important lesson.

>>32171121
>>32171102
>>32171025
Licking doorknobs is illegal on other planets

>>32171146
FOR THE LAST TIME, TO THE OWNER OF THE WHITE SEDAN:


YOUR LIGHTS ARE ON.

>>32171004
>[] Remember what I taught you, Nui. The most important lesson.
>Pat her head

>>32171004
[] Remember what I taught you, Nui. The most important lesson.

>>32171025
>>32171102
>>32171121
>>32171233
>>32171246

Alrighty, writing.

You blink and there you are again, in front of the television. Sitting alone, staring at the screen, intent on watching the relationship you had built with your little sister unravel before your eyes again. You know the scene that unfolds, playing it in your head time and time again, day after day, year after year of it happening. It still hurts, but you know it so well at this point you can sing along.

Perfectly syncing you voice with the one emitting from the tube, you tenderly speak. “Remember what I taught you, Nui. The most important lesson: smile. If you’re feeling down, sad, or confused, always remember that you can smile to make the good times come back again.” You smile, and your younger self on the screen smiles as well.

She stops tearing up, and smiles at you, even her very eyes smiling along. It takes a minute for the hiccupping to stop, and the tears to roll off her face, but she eventually starts to smile again.

You gleam your own smile wider to let her know its ok. You might not be able to help Satsuki, and you couldn’t help your middle sister, but you can help Nui. You can stay in this cage, and rot away till becoming old and feeble if it means that she’ll just stop—that. It’s been fourteen years since that day, and you still can’t say it. Even at that age, you knew what Ragyo was doing to her.

“I thought this was supposed to be a comedy?” Your tone is defeated. You press the pause button on the remote, but the video keeps playing. The scene is unfolding as it always has. Nothing can change it.

[] Turn it off.
[] Sit back. Wait for it to be over.

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>>32171004
>[X] Get angry. Then calm down, and GET ANGRIER

>>32171550
>[] Sit back. Wait for it to be over.

>>32171550
[ ] Sit back. Wait for it to be over.

>>32171550
>[] Sit back. Wait for it to be over.

Gotta be strong.

>>32171550
>[X] Sit back. Wait for it to be over.
We cannot hide from the past.

>>32171581
>>32171635
>>32171659
>>32171694

Writing.

You sit back and prepare for what is to come, steeling your mind as much as possible. The screen shows two arrows pointing backwards, and they begin to flash. Back, back, back. Back to a week earlier when Ragyo made a surprise visit after one of Nui’s drop-ins.

She stands before you, chin held high, not even bothering to look you in the eye, transferring that same confidence into her voice. “What do you hope to accomplish? Giving her these useless lessons every time comes to this cage is frustrating. I’m a busy woman and I can’t afford to watch over her. I need your assurance that you’ll stop receiving her as a visitor.”
The younger you on the screen flashes a cocky smile, and gloats, “Well, we both know she goes where she pleases. And she seems to enjoy visiting her frère.”

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She counters with a snob’s laugh and a sly smile. “Well, up until now, she’s been young enough to resist your aura’s… corrupting influence. But, she’s four now, so I suppose she’s old enough to withstand the ritual.”

You look back up at her, and narrow your eyes, contempt spreading across your face. “Which ritual?”

She grins even wider, and raises her voice just enough to make her point. “The purification ritual of course. It’s the only way I can undo the vile influences of your filthy, subpar aura on her chakra.”

You know the Kiryuin’s history. You know those techniques guarded by your family. This is one you hope dies with you. Even at that age, you knew the implications of her words. But you were young and naïve; confident, maybe even somewhat hopeful the mother you knew was still in there. You refused on the spot, and she went through with it. And you broke your sister’s heart when she needed you the most.

“I was a fool. A fool for taking the deal. A fool for not taking it sooner.” You whisper to yourself somberly, as the screen slowly begins to fade to black. The screen finally clicks off, and you hear the audible sound of the static dissipating.

You wake up, staring at the ceiling of the hospital.

[] Finish your thought.
[] Go to the bathroom.
[] Let it all out.

>>32172271
>[] Finish your thought.

>>32172271
>[] Finish your thought.

[x] Go to the bathroom.

>>32172271
[ ] Go to the bathroom

>>32172271
>Finish your thought in the bathroom

>>32172302
>>32172311

>>32172317
>>32172393

>>32172424

Alright, writing.

An early morning’s light fills the room, giving a warm orange glow to the otherwise sterile room. You ache all over from the previous day’s whopping, and feel somewhat disoriented from the two dreams last night. How many times have you had that dream? The television, the scene, the result; all of them have played before you in that exact fashion before. You’ve grown callous to that memory over the years, but not callous to its message.

You made Nui exactly one promise, and you broke it. You’ve justified it for years with excuses, but you know they are just that: excuses. Nui screamed, cried, pleaded with you to not turn her away, and you did. You called her a monster, a freak, and insisted that she wasn’t even your sister. She pitifully tried to hug you, and you pushed her away. She ran away screaming right into Ragyos’ waiting arms, standing there the whole time feigning sorrow at your words, “supporting” Nui.

“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!” She cried.

“Oh darling, if only you had listened to maman! Only someone blessed with life fibers can truly understand you. I love you, Ma petite chérie…” The malice in those words still ring in your ears to this very day.

You walk over to the bathroom, and lazily open the door. Shuffling over to the mirror, you check your eyes. Tired, black bag hanging underneath. A hazel iris, now surrounded by a ring of glowing red. Even in death, she gets the last laugh.

>>32172868
And.. the caffeine is wearing off. I guess I'm not as enduring as NoP in the late night department. I'll stick around for a little bit as always for questions/criticism/comments.

>>32172905
You should find a time when you can be online for a few hours

>>32172957
Well, it has been four hours so far. I usually wait for the other daily quest to wrap up before I start mine as well. Don't want to double down on the KLK quests until one is on its way out.

But, I do agree, a standard time would help. Something like six or eight hours. Maybe at six or seven on Fri/Sat.

>>32172994
Run more bra