>>33044651

TUNE: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h1VY4bPdk8Y

It isn’t a good place to be. Wandering listlessly through your days.

Where is a good place to be? It isn’t out there. Beyond these walls, what lies in wait? A room that probes you. Mentally, physically. Both at once, sometimes nothing at all. Emptiness.

========================

Are they doing well?
Time is routine when subscribed to a routine in time.
Days pass as hours. Hours pass as minutes. Where does it go, this time bought?
Not to you.

=========================

Where did it go, that time invested? Ragyo continued to do as she pleased, and judging by the reactions she pleased to do it often. The same actions were taken, regardless of you. It isn’t really a sacrifice at this point, just stupidity. Even Nui fell into her web. She said everything was ok.
Well, where did it go? And where did you go? You were there, isolated, trained, and well… it’s a long ride to the mansion.

[] An old war story.
[] Nui, Satsuki, and yourself.
[] Family history.

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>>33044651
Life knows two miseries; getting what you don't want and not getting what you want.

>>33044711
>[x] Nui, Satsuki, and yourself.

>>33044651
>[] Nui, Satsuki, and yourself.

>>33044711
>[] Nui, Satsuki, and yourself.

>Talking about the bathroom to Satsuki

Jeez, Hinode's not a smart guy.

>>33044711
>[x] An old war story.

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>>33044711
[x] An old war story.

>>33044711
>[] An old war story.

>>33044766
>>33044794
>>33044802

>>33044837
>>33044897
>>33044916

This one doesn't combine very well. So, I'll wait until five is hit.

>>33044711
[x] An old war story.

>>33044711
>[] An old war story.

>>33045021
>>33044994
>>33044916
>>33044897
>>33044837

Let us recount grim things. This will lighten the mood.

>>33045033
I think most of us are used to someone having a hard life.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7XmDYJBZZdc

You ride along a country highway well on your way to the Kiryuin manor. Lush forest surrounds you, and both of you sisters stare out of the windows at the multi-colored foliage that covers the countryside, most of it still hanging on, some of it floating around lazily. Your sisters’ compatriots ride in the other compartment of the limo, brought along due to a high level of distrust between yourself and Satsuki, and to some extent Ryuko.

You quickly raise your hand to your mouth, and cough lightly into it trying to get their attention. They continue to stare out the limousine’s windows, likely hearing you, but choosing to ignore you. The last time you told a story, it seemed to at least break the ice. It should at least serve to change the current course of things this time.

The trouble with stories is, how exactly do you start it? The words will be the same, but the opening is important in grabbing the interest of the audience. Battle… both of them are warriors. And it’s a good lead-in to the conversation needed once you’ve arrived at the grounds. But the first line is key; it’s make or break.

[] War. War never changes.
[] War has changed.
[] War is a cruel parent, but an effective teacher.

>>33045472
>[x] War. War never changes.

>>33045472
>[] War. War never changes.

>>33045472
>[] War has changed.

>>33045472
>[x] War has changed

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>>33045472
>[x] War has changed.
>tfw

>>33045472
>[x] War has changed.

>>33045559
>>33045574
>>33045594
>>33045607

What-If OP also voted for this choice as well. Writing.

Tune: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lGf2b1H91JA What the fuck else would it be?

You begin, taking on a gruff tone, sounding and feeling like you’ve aged forty years in a matter of ten. And for some reason you crave tobacco as if your life depended on it.

“War has changed. It's no longer about nations, ideologies or ethnicity. It's an endless series of proxy battles, fought by mercenaries and life-fiber monstrosities. Life fibers, and its consumption of life, had become a well-oiled machine. Until you two threw a wrench into that machine.” You point at your sisters, sitting side by side, and looking towards you now, somewhat annoyed.

Satsuki starts, irritated by your shenanigans. “Where are you going with this?”

You clear your voice, and continue in your normal tone. “Ragyo’s hostile take-overs were literal takeovers, carried out by her own mercenary group, TG. What it exactly stands for has changed over the years, but when I was their commander, it stood for Tactical Genius.”

Satsuki interrupts, “So what was that non-sense about total isolation, then?”

“I was still isolated.”

“As a commander?”

“Yes.”

Her eyes narrow, intrigued. “How?”

“I’ve already shown you how, Satsuki.” Your eyes glow menacingly, dark spots of red whirling within.

Satsuki’s eyes widen somewhat as she looks at you, as if seeing a phantom.

[] Go into more detail.
[] Inquire about her reaction.
[] Change subjects.

>>33046013
>[] Go into more detail.

>>33046013
>[X] Go into more detail.

>>33046046
>>33046059

Alright.

“Seishin Karinui is an ability that most of the noble families possess. The problem with the unrefined version of this technique is that those under its sway can do no more than menial work. It also does wonders in controlling large crowds in tandem, or when you don’t have time to properly use the Ultima version.”

“So, what you’re saying is, that Ryuko and I could perform this technique?”

“With the proper training, yes, you could. But I’m afraid that those able to perform the technique are few in number at this point, and would be unwilling to pass this technique along to someone not within their own family. Which leaves only myself, and I flatly refuse to pass it along.”

“And why is that?”

“I learned the technique from Ragyo, and I passed along this technique to Nui, at Ragyo’s rather forceful request. And you don’t quite meet the qualifications to practice the technique, yet. And I’d rather not teach it to anyone else.” You shift uncomfortably at this last bit, and look out toward the forest surround your route.

“And what of the Ultima version?” Satsuki motions to her own eyes. “And if this is indeed something passed down by blood, why don’t I have the same eye pattern as you?”

“It isn’t something that is passed down, per se. It is something that has to be… activated. By simply being a Kiryuin you are almost qualified to learn the basic technique…”

You are cut off by a clearly annoyed Satsuki. “Stop dancing around the question and answer: What is the requirement that I’m missing?” Ryuko seems disinterested in the answer, and rests her held in her hand’s palm.

[] Tell her.
[] Refuse.

>>33047105
>[] Tell her.

>>33047105
>[] Tell her.

>>33047105
>[x] Tell her.

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>>33047222
>>33047233
>>33047367

You guys have avoided this deftly so far. Too bad that trend didn't continue.

>>33047565
>"It involves scented candles, human sacrifice, and a full body massa-"
>she throws us out of the car

>>33047770
Worse.

>>33047796
She throws us out of the car off a cliff into a rampaging river full of man eating manatees?

>>33048478
Almost done. Heavy shit came up, and delayed me slightly.

>>33048787
'Tis cool man!
Embracing for man eating manatees

“It’s an age old tradition, one that is normally carried out by servants of the family, reminiscent of the old Roman orgies. It’s mean to ‘welcome’ the new heir into adulthood once they hit a certain age. Ragyo, being the sadistic bitch she was, enjoyed carrying it out personally…”

You choke up on the last part slightly, hands tensing in your lap. Satsuki’s expression turn to one of understanding.

“You don’t have to say anymore, I forgive you.” She has a caring look for the first time since… since childhood. It's the sweet face you've protected for years from the dark. The one that can't do any wrong. Well, one of the two that can't.

Ryuko looks concerned, and puts her hand on Satsuki’s shoulders. She draws her in, and embraces her lightly, whispering something in her ear.

[] Keep going.
[] Stop.

>>33049144
>[x] Stop.

That skellie has me too spooked

>>33049144
>[] Stop.

Hinode had a hard life.

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>>33049144
>[] Stop.

>>33049144
>[x] Stop.

>>33049144
>[] Stop.

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>>33049223
>>33049231
>>33049235
>>33049289
>>33049347

A DRINK TO YOUR HEALTH!

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>>33049374
right back at ya

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>>33049374

GOD FUCKING DAMN IT, IS IT IMPOSSIBLE TO AVOID SKELLIES IN THIS FUCKING QUEST

>>33049374
Is it at least a nice drink?

>>33049414
It's bone marrow.

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>>33049559
GOD DAMN GODOT WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!?

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>>33049611
Activated your trap card!

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>>33049771
But that's against the rules!

>has horrible PTSD from bad touch
>wants her even crazier brother to talk about his birthday bad touch orgy

Is she trying to make him lick someone again so she has an excuse to stab him?

“Satsuki, I apologize for bringing it up, and I don’t want to dwell on the subject. Just know that you aren’t alone.” You give her a weak smile as she turns back to you, breaking her sisterly embrace with Ryuko. She returns the smile in kind.

“There is something I must confess to as well, Hinode.”

You give her a raised eyebrow, and lean in slightly with a smirk on your face. “Oh, and what is that imouto?” He smile returns to her usual neutral expression, but she continues nonetheless, and despite the silent protests from Ryuko, showing a bit of anxiety, but seemingly accepting of it.

“Ryuko and I haven’t been-”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I13uVL681oo

A loud screech and a sudden jolt. The limo stops abruptly. You can feel him now. Slithering, sliming towards you. How the hell did he get here so quickly? No, no, no. Not when things were going well.

“Stay in the vehicle.” This is all you manage to let out before exiting the car. You walk over to where… she is, and knock on the driver’s side window. You know who is in there. But you have to play his game. Or do you?

[] Play a dangerous game.
[] Refuse, try for first blood.
[] Cheat. Roll 1d20

Rolled 16

>>33050066
>Cheat
ESCALATORS ESCALATORS ESCALATORS ESCALATORS

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Rolled 7

>>33050066
>[] Cheat.

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>>33050066
[] Cheat.
also
>Aphex Twin - Icct Hedral (Philip Glass Orchestration)
Nice

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Rolled 13

>>33050066
>[x] Cheat.

Rolled 6

>>33050066
[x] Cheat

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>>33050124
>>33050151
>>33050154
>>33050178
>>33050209

Consider your options carefully.

>>33050231
That isn't the final tally by the way.

Rolled 1

>>33050066
>[] Cheat

Rolled 19

>>33050066
>[]Cheat

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>>33050231
Gentlemen, there's only one course of action left to us now.

>>33050300
>>33050100
>>33050195
>>33050124
>>33050209

19, 16, 13, 7, 6.

Welp.

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>>33050333

Writing.

Tune: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I13uVL681oo Don’t change it.

You can’t afford to play his game. Not his. If you don’t go in full blast now, he will tear you, and… No. NO!

“GET OUT OF THE CAR, DOCTOR!” You yell at the top of your lungs, face turning red from anger. Your blood is boiling over, and you stare into the driver’s window, unable to see a thing.

Him. That wretched man. They won’t react well to this, but they won’t react well to being dissected either. He’s here to have fun. They think you’re insane? Oh, no, no, no. This man is the definition.

You hear the passenger door open, and from the front of the limo he leans out. Slowly, you feel heavier. More frightful. A man, no, the figure of a man exits and stands tall. Ash grey skins, stitched together by glowing red fibers. They run across his face, his hands, even straight through his eyes. Multiple patches of hair adorn his head, different colors, different styles; all taken from varying scalps. His eyes are quartered into different colors, sewn together like the rag doll he is.

He slowly places his hand on the top of the car. He place the other next to it, and bends down. And he jumps upward. Higher and higher the beast flies, until gravity finally catches up to him, bringing him earthward. He lands in front of you with a smile on his face. Those rotting lips he licks with joy; he smells youthful bodies. Powerful new vessels just ripe for the picking.

He is a patchwork of man. Tall, muscular, almost herculean ignoring what a monstrosity he is.

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>>33050802

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

WHAT THE FUCK LIFE FIBER FRANKENSTEIN?

>>33050802

Around his neck is the poor co-driver. He back broken and made into a makeshift scarf to wrap around his large frame. He begins to stroke it while speaking to you, using a garbled mash of voices, stolen from those victims pitiful enough to be envied by him.

“G didn’t tell me you had such BEAUTIFUL sisters, Hinode!” He sticks his tongue out through some bad patching on his check, tongue slithering up to his eyes, which he licks through and through.

“And with good reason, wretch.” Nostrils flare, lips curl upward. Disgusting visage. You ready your fist, ready to-

And that’s when you see it. Ryuko exits the car, scissor blade drawn. All you can do is stare, as thick red fibers shoot from his fingers into her hand. She… no he raises the blade to her face, just like a marionette.

“I’ve been in DIRE need of new flesh, and this one is already fitted with such exquisite fibers. You don’t mind, do you, Sun King?” He laughs. They laugh. Those poor tortured souls, alive to satisfy not his physical needs, but his psychological needs. The wanton desires of a madman. He relishes their eternal torture.

His ears withdraw into his body, and are sewn shut by more fibers.

Your eyes widen, and pupils narrow. The red completely covers the whites of your eyes. There is no diplomacy in a situation like this. Maybe before, but you've called him out.

[] Fight. Roll 1d10

Rolled 4

>>33050883
>[] Fight. Roll 1d10

This can only end badly...

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>>33050883
>[] Fight. Roll 1d10

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=14edcgjqoCc

Rolled 6

>>33050883
Oh fuck

Rolled 3

>>33050883
>Fight

Come on, Dice Gods!

Rolled 3

>>33050883
>[X] Fight

FUCK FUCK FUCK

Rolled 7

>>33050883
[] Fight. Roll 1d10

>>33050929
>>33050965
>>33050932
>>33050921
>>33050941

10, 7, 6, 4, 3. Alright. Here are some more options:

[] Use your dagger.
[] Grab the broadsword from the limo.
[] Use your fists.

Choices, choices!

Rolled 9

>>33051189
>Use your dagger.

Going back to the limo to get the sword would give him an opening to attack us. Alternatively, can we ask Satsuki to throw it to us?

Rolled 3

>>33051189
>[x] Grab the broadsword from the limo.

WE NEED OUR SLAYER SWORD

>>33051189
>[] Use your dagger.

>>33051189
>[x] Use your dagger.

Need to cut those threads he's using on Ryuuko ASAP. Taking time to get a bigger weapon might give him time to get a new cheek.

>>33051304
>>33051367
>>33051383

Writing.

It’s reactionary in this state. You don’t mess with family, and he knows this. You’ve worked together before, and are still technically working together now. So why?

You draw your dagger from your breast pocket. A black blade, gilded with gold and silver, and your family's crest. A dragon rising from a ruined castle. He raises his marionette hand up, ready to give a long winded speech concerning something or another, and threaten Ryuko’s life, demanding his usual make me leader FUCKING BULLSHIT, THIS ISN'T THE TIME. The blade is right on her neck, drawing blood already.

“Listen and tremble—“

You don’t particularly care for his speeches, and proceed to jam the dagger straight through his hand. You are also angry. Very angry. He interrupted a decent social breakthrough with two sisters who you desperately want and need to get along. And you continue to press the situation by forcing his hand to his eye, which you then jam the remaining length of the dagger into. So soft to cut, just like gelatin.

Satsuki jumps out of the vehicle, quickly attempting to cut the threads with her sword. Her swing is strong, but only manages to penetrate one of the threads. The others pulse in reaction, and grow even thicker, and look much more akin to wire-cable than threads.

A pantomime’s scream is all that escapes his throat, and you slam him into the limo’s driver side, twisting the dagger in his eye socket, blood freely flowing from the now gaping wound. It leaves a visible imprint in the side of the car, shattering the glass as well.

“Keep cutting Satsuki! Sever those threads as quickly as you can!” You yell, although Satsuki, and her assembling allies, are already doing just that, slowly chopping through another thread, barely faster than the regeneration rate of the thread itself.

Large string lumps begin to spread through Ryuko’s arm, and it appears she has lost consciousness.

[] Slam him again.
[] Help with the thread cutting.
[] Threaten him.

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>>33051844
>[] Slam him again.
no one touches muh imouto

Rolled 1

>>33051844
>[x] Slam him again.

LET HER GO YOU FREAK

>>33051844
>[x] Slam him again.

>>33051880
>>33051977
>>33052049

Alright. Time to write.

He wants to speak. You want to hurt him. In this situation, your desires win. You back off of him and slam him with your free arm again, making sure that it hits him right in one of his Adam’s apples. And each and every time you make sure to swirl and jab the dagger over and over.

His gargantuan hand then grabs onto you, covering your midriff and hoisting you into the air. You look over to side, and only two more tethers remain. Satsuki and her allies tirelessly wail away on the remaining threads, burgeoning with reinforcements, desperate to not let go. A little more time is all you need to buy.

[] Make him hear.
[] Motion him to come closer.
[] Break free.

>>33052645
>[] Motion him to come closer.

>>33052645
>[] Motion him to come closer.
And then whisper into his ear

ur a faget

>>33052645
>[x] Motion him to come closer.

>>33052953
This.

>>33052890
>>33052953
>>33052981

Writing.

“Closer.” You say, voice strained by the constriction of your diaphragm.

You motion with your finger, back and forth, to and fro you move it. He move you right to his face, staring with waiting eyes, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. You hear another loud snap, and the smallest grimace of pain against his smile.

And you lean forward slowly, matching his eyes with your own. Tension builds between the two of you, both expecting victory. However, your victory is nearer than his. You open your mouth… and lurch forward, biting down hard on his nose. He screams, yells, trying to pull you away. But that only serves to help you in severing his nose from his body.

Slowly those bits of flesh that hold it to his face break and rip, with the threads snapping along with it. He stops pulling, and you only bite harder. Slowly your teeth connect with their brothers. He drops you to the ground, another loud snap filling the air.

She is free. And you spit that disgusting hunk of stolen flesh from your body, soiled enough by its mere taste to the point of feeling diseased. Infected by his madness.

Now you have a choice:

[] Do you try diplomacy?
[] Do you continue with your current tactics?
[] Or, do you make him pay, possibly exposing yourself?

>>33053362
>[] Do you continue with your current tactics?

>>33053362
>[X] Or, do you make him pay, possibly exposing yourself?
We mad

>>33053362
>Continue with current tactics

Let's just keep him busy a little longer. Satsuki and Ryuko will tear him a couple new assholes.

>>33053362
>[x] Do you continue with your current tactics?

>>33053362
>[] Do you continue with your current tactics?

>>33053483
>>33053518
>>33053540
>>33053548

Okay then. That is it for tonight, though. Getting tired.

Archived here: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/33044651/

If the thread survives, I'll continue tomorrow as well.

Best wishes to Based OP.

>>33053709
THIS THREAD SHALL LIVE I SAY

>>33053362
I felt the rise of that old familiar feeling. I hated it. I welcomed it.

>>33053709
Death is inevitable. Our fear of it makes us play safe, blocks out emotion. It's a losing game. Without passion you are already dead.

I'll start up again soonish. Going to get something to eat.

Ok, that took longer than I thought. Writing now.

“So, Doctor Faustus, where exactly is your brother?” You say with a smirk. He is just as prone as you are, and not in a position to retaliate. As he clutches his face with one hand, he responds through gurgled streams of blood.

“Don’t you worry about him, my boy! I’d worry more about yourself! GENTLEMEN! BEHOLD!” He yells in such an overdramatic fashion. He yanks his pinned hand from his eye, and grabs onto one end of his once living human scarf. The other hand, damaged as it may be from losing so many fibers, still manages to move over to the other end of the decoration body.

You know what is coming next, and you only manage to meek out, “Look away Satsuki.” You’ve seen it enough to not get sick anymore. Still doesn’t make it less disgusting.

“I certainly have no intention-“ And she drops into silence unable to further vocalize her thoughts.

>>33068446

He unhinges his jaw, first lowering it to an inhuman level, and then completely dislocating it on command. His throat splits at its seams, and leaves a large hole, where other tongues of varying length reside, and they begin to snake around the corpse. Along with those tongues, fibers begin to insert their self into his body, riddling through open veins, pushing through now coalescing blood.

Slowly, they wrap around his internal organs, slowly the man comes back to life. Screaming. Just as he was born before, just as he died before. Just as he will die again. Screaming in fear. And then he is slowly wrapped more and more by various stringy bits of flesh, alien and fibrous in nature. He consumes him, completely absorbing and swallowing the poor man. And the fibers wrap up the living corpse again, glad to support this fleshy devil, as long as they continue to receive their fix of biological electricity.

Beginning in an elated tone, glad to cause distortion in as many psyches as he can. “It seems you haven’t lost your edge, Hinode. But you have to understand! I was SO HUNGRY! Ah, but this will do very nicely indeed.” He ends this with a loud belch, rotating his tongue round his lips, savoring the flavor of another victim.

[] Leave, Doctor. Now.
[] Ask how he’s been doing. Chat a bit.
[] Why are you here?

>>33068512
[X] Why are you here?

>>33068512
>[x] Why are you here?

>>33068532
>>33069035

Alright. Writing.

“So, why are you here, doctor?” You ask, trying to hurry this along.

“Hmmmmm… well, I suppose I was hungry and heard there was a quite delicious specimen wandering around here. I guess she is off limits, though. Ah, what a shame.” He seems to swoon a bit at the last part, lamenting a meal he just can’t have.

“And that is it?” You say, somewhat flustered.

“No, no. A message, ah yes, a message! That’s right… something about. Ah! Yes, the next meeting! It’s been moved up to the last day of the month.”

“That’s it?”

“Yes!”

“You interrupted a reunion with my sisters, crashed my limousine-“

“You did that one, with MY body might I add!”

“And you ATE one of my employees!”

“And?”

You walk over to him, and point to the driver’s side window, which conveniently rolls down revealing the red eyed devil with a grin on her face.
“WHY DIDN’T YOU EAT HER?” You yell.

“Love you too, boss.” Maiko responds in kind, not even flinching. Though she is covered in a lot of blood and saliva.

Doctor Faustus leans in, slowly, carefully to your ear, sweating just a little. His voice shakes. “She smells… and tastes!” He pauses for a minute, looking back at her, as she makes a clicking sound with her mouth, snapping her fingers, and rolling it into an easy finger gun.

“Rotten.” He looks visibly scared now. Guess she has that effect on people.

You sigh, closing your eyes for a second. “Doctor, please leave.” You open your eyes again just in time to see him jump away, landing around 200 yards back towards civilization. Glowing tendrils extending out from his person, curling into loaded springs, launching him further and further away with each leap.

[] The flask, Maiko.
[] Check on Ryuko.
[] Comfort Satsuki.

>>33070196
[X] Check on Ryuko.

>>33070196
>[] Check on Ryuko.

>>33070196
>[] Check on Ryuko.

>>33070196
>[x] Check on Ryuko.

>>33070237
>>33070252
>>33070273
>>33070324

Alright, writing.

You turn your attention away from the mad doctor, currently hopping away like a rampaging giant rabbit, and Maiko, refocusing on Ryuko. You turn to see that she is already recovering, the pulsating veins in her arms slowly returning to normal dimensions, losing their red hue. Satsuki supports her, as she stands up.

“What… what the hell was that?” She stammer out, already reaching out for her scissor blade. Satsuki bends down and hands it to her, all the while still supporting her.
You breathe a sigh of relief. “Good. You’re alright. I’m sorry to say, but if that had been anyone else, the arm would be mostly useless.”

“What do you mean?”

“The fibers that dug through your vascular system decay the host, and refit it to its master. It’s the Faustus family technique. That man you saw is over two hundred years old at this point, though he’s one of the two left in his family.” You state matter-of-factly, trying to get through the explanation as quickly as possible.

“So… he’s like a zombie or something?”

“Sure… more like a lich at this point. His mind has become muddled with many other personalities at this point, but he still dominates them well enough to maintain the sadistic persona you see. He is usually very childlike unless he sees something he really desires. Unfortunately for you Ryuko, that would be your body.”

“Reminds me of someone, actually…” She says, trailing off, now supporting herself with her blade. Satsuki gives her a concerned look.

[] And just who would that be, Ryuko-chan!
[] Let it pass. Roll 1d20

>>33071931
>[] And just who would that be, Ryuko-chan!

Rolled 87

>>33071931
I swear this guy has skeletons hiding behind every roll. I'm not even going to bother.

[X] And just who would that be, Ryuko-chan!
...But, could we sound less cheery about it? Ugh.

>>33071931
>[x] And just who would that be, Ryuko-chan!
We know how Nui was in the end. We can't fault our sister on her assesment

>>33072048

You guys have actually done pretty well in this thread. You avoided getting Satsuki killed or Ryuko losing an arm.

Also, it's a d20 roll, not a d100.

>>33072140
Oh sorry, that d100 was lingering from the transformers thread. I'm a bit sloppy.

>>33072140

Forgot my trip. As I've said in most threads, if you have questions, ask. I'll usually elaborate.

Rolled 34

>>33072016
>>33072130

Alright. Ignore the roll.

Rolled 15

>>33072565
What the hell?

>>33072625
You can actually ignore this one, didn't mean to post. Writing.
Honestly, how did I get a good roll?

>>33072185
>“It’s an age old tradition, one that is normally carried out by servants of the family, reminiscent of the old Roman orgies. It’s mean to ‘welcome’ the new heir into adulthood once they hit a certain age. Ragyo, being the sadistic bitch she was, enjoyed carrying it out personally…”

What exactly happens during this? I mean, how is the technique passed on?

>>33073282
>reminiscent of the old Roman orgies
>‘welcome’ the new heir into adulthood once they hit a certain age
>Ragyo enjoyed carrying it out personally…”

You turn to her quickly, rushing into her face, smile large and imposing, the red of your eyes draining into your pupils. Even your head is tilted slightly. “And just who would that be, Ryuko-chan!”

Resist. Resist. Resist. She didn’t mean it. She’s not the mean type. She has no subtlety. Just let it go.

Oh, but that’s not fun! Fun is revenge! Fun is killing! Fun is ripping her head off and throwing it on a pike and jamming that pike down allllllllllllll of her friends’ throats!

She doesn’t back away, and instead brings her head just a bit closer to your own. “Your sister, Nui Harime, you’re a lot like her, ya know?”

“Ha. Ha ha. Ahahahaha.” You laugh as you your ruffle her hair, trying your best not to do anything hasty. Or fun! You just don’t like fun, do you?
No no no. That isn’t fun. Nothing positive would come of it.

“Hey, quit it!” Ryuko yells, as she removes your hand from her now messy head. She’s definitely in a tiff, but that’s better than missing an arm, or you being stabbed again.

“Well, it seems you’re alright. Good, good. Great. Fantastic!” Slowly you’re regaining your senses, gaining more control. The mansion. Need to get to the mansion. Explain things.

[] Walk the remaining distance to the mansion.
[] Demand Maiko fix the limo.
[] Call for servant pickup.

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>>33073488
>[] Call for servant pickup.

>this whole post

>>33073488
>[X] Call for servant pickup.

>>33073488
>[] Demand Maiko fix the limo.

>>33073282

>I mean, how is the technique passed on?

I've already mentioned that it does involve "realigning chakras" like Ragyo mentioned. And from this thread, it's expanded that Ragyo was somewhat following the guidelines, but threw her own personal touch to it.

>>33073488
>[x] Call for servant pickup.

Rolled 4

>>33073596
>>33073622
>>33073969

I did mention cell service was pretty bad in the first thread. We can try, though.

>>33074222
Fucking Sprint!

You reach into a pocket, pulling out your cell phone. Quickly going through your list of contacts, you see the number to the mansion’s majordomo, Mitsuzo Soroi, and attempt to call him.

There is a single bar fading in and out on your phone, and despite multiple, profanity laden tries, you are unable to connect successfully. You do curse the name of SoftBank, and resolve to crush them in the upcoming quarter, however.

[] Wait. Maybe a message got through.
[] Start walking. It isn't too far away.
[] Yell at Maiko to do her job and fix the limo.

>>33074634
[X] Start walking. It isn't too far away.

>>33074634
>[x] Start walking. It isn't too far away.
A little walk to calm everyones nerves?
What could possibly go wrong?

>>33074634
>[] Start walking. It isn't too far away.
>inb4 G outta fucking nowhere

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>>33074716
Who do you think sent the good doctor to perform a check-up?

>>33074634
>[x] Start walking. It isn't too far away.

>>33074650
>>33074672
>>33074716
>>33074907

Writing.
We've almost gone a whole thread without major skeletons.

“I’m not the only one who can’t get a signal, right?” You ask after thoroughly stomping on your cell phone for a solid minute, just a bit worked up.

“No, while you were trying in vain to contact Soroi, I was trying to connect via the REVOCS satellite uplink, which you so gracefully have made much easier to link to I might add.” Inumuta is a prick. He knows it. You know it. You don’t like him. He knows it. You definitely know it. His Cheshire grin just proves that he likes to poke and prod at people, or rather bark.

“And?”

“No success. I believe the area is in a dead zone, or it is possibly being blocked. Or your poor management has somehow affected the satellite as well.”

That’s it. “Don’t you talk shit about my management, dog.” You walk over to him, and raise your fist to punch him right in his dripping snout. And no one moves to help him. You stand there, fist raised and ready to strike down this sniveling runt, and no one is moving to stop you. It even looks like most of them are suppressing a grin!

[] Punch him.
[] These boots were made for walkin’. And they jingle jangle jingle!

>>33075391
It's me.

>>33075391
>[x] These boots were made for walkin’. And they jingle jangle jingle!

Oh god please don't fuck this up

>>33075391
[X] These boots were made for walkin’.

>>33075509
>>33075511

Ok, noted for the future. This thread is already archived as well, but I'll continue tomorrow if it's still up.

I'm still around to answer questions, or hear criticism.