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As an aside- I just had a wisdom tooth pulled this afternoon, and am enjoying the wonderful world of "Ow my jaw". Luckily, I've got tomorrow off.

Don't be surprised if I fall asleep, due to painkillers. Just keep the thread alive, and I'll try and continue in the morning.

>>33566791
>Short route, through the traditional house district of the older half of the city, to the small shopping district

Support your local family stores!

>>33566791
>Short route, through the traditional house district of the older half of the city, to the small shopping district
Fuck big businesses, we local superhero now

>Short route it is!

>Please roll me 2d20 for Magecraft checks- DCs 12 and 16, respectively. I'll take the best of the first three rolls for each.

>>33566791
>Short route, through the traditional house district of the older half of the city, to the small shopping district

Rolled 1, 18 = 19

>>33567552
FOR COOKING

Rolled 16, 10 = 26

>>33567552
Assuming you want simultaneous rolls.

Rolled 20, 14 = 34

>>33567552

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>>33567595
>MFW

However, critical success and failure rules are NOT in play. So count your blessings.

>>33567600
Indeed I do

>>33567652
So close.

>Check results: 16 v DC 12, 18 v DC 16

Rolled 13, 4 = 17

>>33567705
Shouldn't >>33567652 count since >>33567651
was just d10s?

>>33567801
Oh. I misread.


Then yes, results are 20 v DC 12 and 18 v DC 16.

My apologies.

>>33567801
That's why I deleted it.

>>33567705
Even if you were using critical successes and failures, Shirou has a feat that lets him turn all critical failures on cooking rolls into ordinary failures

>>33567834
S'cool.
>>33567835
Was obvious once I looked at the e-mail field.

>>33567834
Writing in progress, yes?

>>33569790
You must be new. The update is at best, a couple hours out. More likely this thread with 404 before the next update.

>>33569790
Yes, it is. Almost done, too.
>>33569869
Sad, yet somewhat accurate given how slow I've been of late.

Blame the ice pack I've had on my jaw for this slow update.

>Short route

I nod to myself, leading the way to the market. This is closer, and while it doesn't have quite the selection of the supermarket, it does have fresher and healthier produce.

Along the way, I practice the 'sensing' technique Sella taught me last night. Pushing out a small amount of prana, I 'feel' for other fluctuations in the world.

After a few blocks into the shopping district, I get something. From a small bookstore, I can feel a small absence of mana.

Bumping Liz with my elbow, I nod at the store, and she shakes her head.

"We don't need to worry about there. She's known, and not a threat." She says, continuing on at the same pace.

I hurry to catch up, nodding and looking around. If everyone already knows who that was... I suppose I can ask later, for more details.


We gather our target groceries after a while of shopping, and start on our way back, taking a slightly different route to allow me to check more of the district.

...

Passing by a particularly large property, I pause, and Liz stops as I turn to look at me.

The air over the wall is oppressive. Power crackles through it, and into a dome above the property.

"This is a bounded field," Liz says, waving her arm towards the wall and estate. "Prana strung around a place to maintain a form of defenses, keeping a magus' workshop safe."

I glance around, looking for the entrance, but she shakes her head.

"Don't. There's an alarm, and we risk letting the owner know about you." Liz sighs, waving me on.

We walk in silence for a bit, before I sigh.

"So why do we not want the owner to know about me?" I ask, after making sure the street is relatively clear. "I mean, wouldn't mages congregate together and share knowledge?"

"Too risky. Magecraft weakens the more it's spread." Liz shakes her head again. "Too many users for one resource."

I give that thought, then nod.
(1/2)

>>33570340
(2/2)

"So they hide away from each other, keeping their spells and techniques secret." I say, looking back. "I suppose that makes sense"

...After a few more minutes of silence, we're back at the house, groceries delivered to a relieved looking Sella.


>Late Morning

After getting the bags sorted out, I shake my head as I look at the clock.

I have more time free today...


>Go out and look around the city more
>Go find a friend to bother
>See about practicing magecraft with Sella
>Write in

>>33570340
SACCHIN!
>>33570364
>See about practicing magecraft with Sella

>>33570364
>Go out and look around the city more

>>33570364
If Sella is up for it
>See about practicing magecraft with Sella
Otherwise
>Go out and look around the city more
Time to be an Ally of Justice!

>>33570364
>Practice magecraft with sells
and if there's time left over
>Go out and look around the city more.

>>33570364
>>See about practicing magecraft with Sella
Everyone knows you don't just go about spreading Justice without training. Not effectively anyway.

>>33572570
yeah but it's shirou, the only way you could stop him is by breaking his legs.

>>33572600
Yeah but even he should realize in a situation like this that just the little bit of training he's had won't do much.

>See about practicing
>Go scout

I pause, turning to look over at Sella, who's staring at the countertop, sighing.

"Er... Sella..." I start, approaching. "I don't suppose you could offer another magecraft lesson today?"

She looks over at me, then back at the counter, and sighs.

"I'm sorry, Shirou. I was just about to do some baking, since Ilya made a request for hefezopf a few days ago, and I had planned..."She seems somewhat conflicted

I nod.

"Ah, sorry. Go ahead with that, then." I say. "I was thinking of going and looking around more of the town today, anyway."

...Sella is quiet for a moment, then nods.

"That would probably be for the best." She says, glancing at a clock. "Please be sure to return by dinner."

"Not a problem." I grin, turning around and heading for the door.

Climbing onto my bicycle, I start off, pedaling myself towards the bridge at a relatively fast pace.

...

After a couple of hours of searching and biking around town, I find myself in that park once more...

The air is surprisingly still, and as I look around, I can feel... Something, somewhere in the environment.

I reach into my pocket, taking hold of the Class Card, and move to a more guarded stance.

"Well aren't you a big bunch of life force..." I hear a male voice from... Somewhere around me. "And here I thought that couple I grabbed last night was potent"

I look around again.

Drag marks are visible in the dirt, over by a bench. A tree is gouged, and I can see a ripped jacket dangling from a branch.

Someone was attacked here, likely by whoever's stalking me.

"Who are you, and what did you do with them?" I half-shout, pushing my bike off to the side and looking around.

There's laughter.

"And you're clueless, huh?"

There's a clinking of 'metal' around me, and I leap backwards, a spikey black chain slamming into the place where I had been standing.

>Install
>Reinforce yourself and attack him head on
>Withdraw to a better location
>Write in

>>33573480
>Withdraw to a better location

>>33573480
>Withdraw to a better location
Also, call Liz/Sella so they know shit is going down
And what is hefezopf?

>>33573480
>Withdraw for a better location

Whoever this is has got to have some sort of advantage in this area like traps or something like them

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>>33573560
Sweetbread, with almonds and raisins. Several pieces braided together, and brushed with...Egg white, IIRC, before baking.


Yes, I like breads. I don't remember how many I have eaten, though.

>>33573480
>>Withdraw to a better location

>>33573480
>>Withdraw to a better location

>>33573688
Looks like challah, probably tastes a lot better, though.
And if it's anything like challah, letting it get a bit stale and then making french toast with it is probably amazing

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RIP GoldenMoon.
RIP thread.

RIP me. I'm gonna pass out now.

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>>33570340
>small bookstore
>She's known, and not a threat
Could it be...
>>33573480
>Withdraw to a better location

>>33578064
Nah, it's probably Sacchin, she and the Tohno Family came here to raid the Holy Grail and wish for Akiha to get some curves.

>>33579412
B-but I want it to be Rider in a turtleneck and glasses…

>>33579560
Sorry, you will get Sacchin and you will have to like her.

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Gah. Sorry about that. I fell asleep in m chair, then somehow dragged myself to bed. Working on finishing that update/getting myself fed.

>>33580925
Okay, but she better be cute and able to hit like a truck

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>>33573480
>>Withdraw to a better location
Missed this last night. I picked a good time to show up.

>>33578064
>>33579560
I very much hope it is. Unlikely as it seems.

>>33579412
>>33580925
Who?

>>33581608
I've never seen that pic before, and it's lovely. Thank you for this.

>>33581608
Why does everyone think Rider is best grill?

>>33581794
Because she is. I don't know why you don't already know this.

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>>33581794
Because she is. We did the math and it's scientifically provable: Rider is best gril.

>Withdraw to a better location
I dash clear, ducking under chains bursting from every few bushes, and make my way to more open ground.

I run for a few minutes, dodging chains that impact on the hard dirt beneath my feet, often barely.

Finally, I find myself in a large enough area free of trees and underbrush.

After a few seconds, I see a teenager, about my age, and dressed in casual clothing step out of the bushes, shaking his head.

"Man... If you had just surrendered, this would have been easier for both of us." He says.

I adjust my stance.

"Who are you?" I ask, shaking my head. "Why are you doing this? How many people have you killed?"

He laughs, and I see chains sliding around on the ground behind him.

"I'm just some poor bastard who's after his heart's desire." He says, waving his arms dismissively. "However many people I wind up having to kill for it, I don't care."

...That's exactly like the person with the dogs, two nights ago.

>Try and keep him talking
>INSTALL
>Reinforce and go at him unarmed
>Write in

>>33582697
>Reinforce and go at him unarmed

>>33582697
>Reinforce and try to keep him talking
Knowledge is power, let's see what we can learn about him before we kick his ass

>>33582788
This

>>33582697
>>33582788
Yup.

>Reinforce and try to keep him talking

I flip the switch in my mind, and my right hand warming up as I feel my entire body grow tougher.

"What sort of wish is worth people's lives?" I ask, eyeing the chains. Whatever they are, they have to be dangerous in some way other than the obvious...

He laughs, an odd echo joining his voice. .

"Since when have normal people been worth anything?" He says, echo still present. "It's the abnormal ones who make all the difference! The inventors! The warriors! The heroes!"

!!

There's a clinking to my side, and I hear a rush of air.

Turning quickly, I barely get my up fast enough to throw the chain off target, and it slams into the ground behind me.

Even with this reinforcement, my arm's still going to feel that...

He seems surprised, and I see chain links begin to slide out of the back of his hands.

... Then these are like those dogs from last night.

"Well, well. I guess you're abnormal too, huh?" He says after a second, shaking his head. "Shame you have to die, then."

He throws his arms out, black chains speeding towards me, and I duck and roll to the side.
Coming up, I see even more chains circling around in the air, many with spikes, as my opponent slowly walks towards me, evil grin on his face.
>INSTALL
>Charge him
>Write in

>>33584720
>Charge him

>>33584720
>>INSTALL

>>33584720
>INSTALL
Starting asskicking.exc

>>33584720
>INSTALL

>>33584720
>>INSTALL

>>33584720
>INSTALL

>Install

I pull the card from my pocket, and trigger it.

"Install." I say, feeling it merge with me as the power from the night before last returns.

The strength of my reinforcement seems to double, and I almost effortlessly catch one of the chains sent flying towards my head.

A glance at my arms and legs shows that my clothing has changed, as well.

Dashing forwards, I deflect a pair of those chains again, before ducking under a wide slash of another, sharper one.

" You're DEFINITELY one of us, from how you feel now." The enemy says, scratching his head as I stand back up. "Y'know... We're always looking for more help."

I stare at him blankly, keeping the rest of my senses peeled for more attacks.

I must absolutely reject him, but...

His expression seems hopeful. Does he think I'm considering it?

>Project and attack
>Feign willingness to help to get close
>Charge him with reinforced fists
>Write in

>>33588672
>>Project and attack
Why, I do believe it's time to stab a bitch in the face.
Musn't dither. Punctuality is important to us important magic types.

>>33588672
>Charge him with reinforced fists

>>33588672
>Feign willingness to help to get close
Let's find out how many of these losers their are before we kick his ass

>>33588672
>Feign willingness to help to get close
I am rather curious as to what they're doing even if I wouldn't support it.

>>33588672
>Feign willingness to help to get close
If we off this guy without learning anything there's a chance we'll get attacked again. Try and get some names or numbers out of him.

>>33588672
> Protect and attack
Fuck him and his little red wagon too.

>>33588672

>Feign willingness to help to get close

>>33588672
>Write in
>Question
>Who is this 'we'?
We did go out to gather information.

>Feign willingness to help to get close

"...What would I get out of it?" I ask, keeping my tone level as I start walking towards him. "And who are 'we'?"

He grins, nodding, and I see most of the chains retreat from the corner of my eye.

"Well... We're just a few 'abnormal' people who've got wishes we want granted. And we're all gonna be getting our wishes, if we bring in enough power to fuel it." He says, taking on a jovial tone. "All you'll have to do is bring in a few people with strong enough life force a week, and we'll take care of the rest."

He seems to pause as I get closer.

"You're a student, right?" He asks, looking at me somewhat skeptically.

I nod, staying silent, and he grins wider.

"Sweet! You can easily trick some young chicks into going somewhere secluded with you." He says, stopping a few steps short of me. "Well, if you were actually gonna JOIN us."

!!

I feel tightness clench my ankle, and look down.

While I was distracted by him, he somehow looped a chain around my leg, and from the angle... Through the ground?

"Sorry, man, but I'm not taking chances." He says, and I see a series of heavy spikes 'slide' out of his arm, staying upright even as their chains join them. "That had to be a trick, given your earlier reaction."

...Shit.

>Project something to block!
>Take the hit and pull him in!
>Dodge!
>Write in

>>33591629
>Project something to block!
We can't dodge and closing in is unlikely to work given how he can lock down our movements.

...Bet he really recruits lots of new allies this way.

>>33591629
>>Project something to block!

>>33591629
>Take the hit and pull him in!

Because that's totally what Shirou would do.

>>33591629
>>Take the hit and pull him in!

>>33592005
Yep, totally Shiro.

>>33591629

>Take the hit and pull him in!

>>33591629
>Project something to attack and take the hit
>Then pull him in close so he can't get away
>Turn your mind to steel
>Become a superhero

>Take the hit

I stare at him unblinkingly as he thrusts forwards with the chain.


Shifting myself the amount needed to turn it decidedly nonlethal, I wince in pain as it passes through my side.

That hurts... Far less than it should. Either my resistance to pain is amplified while wearing this Caster's form, or that 'Wishcraft' mom gave me is helping me out....

Grabbing the chain in front of me, I grimace, as my foe's eyes widen in surprise.

"What are you-" He starts, before I wrap my hand around it and yank back.

He stumbles forwards, and my elbow finds its way to his head, sending him rolling off to the side, and pulling the chain out of my side.

A glance down, and I see a nasty looking hole, bleeding less than I would expect.

The chain around my foot loosens, and I stumble as I turn to face my foe.

He's off balance.

>Charge him with my fists
>Project a weapon and attack
>Write in

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You still alive?

Or did Your Jaw launch a counter attack in an attempt to avenge their Fallen brother?

>>33595002
>Charge him with my fists

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>>33595076
Great timing.

>>33595002
>>Project a weapon and attack
Stabbing time?

>>33595149
This. It IS stabbing time.

>>33595002
>>Project a weapon and attack
I am the something of my whatever.

>Please roll me 1d20 Magecraft. DC 10.

Rolled 8

>>33595253
And here we... go.

Rolled 1

>>33595253
No bike please. No bike please.

Rolled 10

>>33595281
You fuck!
>>33595253
We're fucked anyway. Tiger Dojo here we come!

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>>33595281

>>33595281
You fool... WHY DID YOU INVOKE THE BIKE?

>Magecraft 10, DC 10

I begin to picture various weapons as I watch my foe recover, trying to analyze the situation and choose the best one possible. Getting close is risky. Staying at midrange, where he can easily reach me, is also risky.

Which leaves... I finally settle on my choice.

Holding out my left hand, I feel a weight and shape form as prana fills the vessel I've chosen.

In less than a minute, I have a bow, strung and ready to be fired.

Shifting to a shooting stance, I draw back the string, projecting an arrow as I do so, and take aim.

His left leg is unguarded.

After the flash of my arrow's flight, I hear a grunt of pain, and chains rattling towards me.

I dart backwards,and look ahead.

The ground where I once stood is upturned and dusty, spikes sticking out as a number of the black chains my foe launched withdraw underground...

>Project another arrow, keep firing
>Move to melee range, project sword(s)?
>Write in

>>33595761
>>Project another arrow, keep firing
Closing to melee would just make it easier for him to hit us from multiple angles with the chains.

>>33595761
>>Project another arrow, keep firing
We are an impossibly talented archer. Let us make use of that.

>>33595761
>Project another arrow, keep firing.

>1d20 Magecraft. DC 6.

Rolled 10

>>33596135
Surely this time I won't suck!

Rolled 18

>>33596135
>DC 6

PANIC

Rolled 1

>>33596135

Rolled 16

>Oh, excellent. Don't mind me.

Rolled 14

>>33596189
VINDICATION!

>>33596135
Time to mess up a roll or something

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I realise now that thus far in this thread, we have rolled a one every time dice were called for.
I am starting to think that this place is cursed.

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>>33596323
Welcome to /tg/, where the dice hate you and the QMs are narcoleptic.

>Another arrow
>Magecraft 18, DC 6

I draw back the string again, picturing the next arrow to come to mind.

An elegant shaft made of a crimson wood I cannot quite place. A tip of some ancient metal lost to time, but crackling with power. Feathers from some doubtlessly majestic bird form the fletches.

This beautiful projectile forms in my hand, being drawn back as I look for a-

...I don't need a target with this arrow, I realize. Just to be aimed directly at him.

Leveling it with where his torso should be, I let it fly, even as he throws chains in front of himself. There's a shattering noise, and a scream of pain as it hits my foe.

There's a huge uproar of chains in front of me, kicking up dust and obscuring my vision, but eventually, all fall limp or begin to fade.

...The small pool of blood where my target had been standing shows my aim to have been true, and I can see a trail heading off.

A glance down at my side, though, also shows me a bit of blood pooling on the ground...

Neither of us are in a condition to finish the fight, it seems. And with him having withdrawn...

I limp back to my bicycle, and pull my phone from my pocket, dialing home.

...It rings for a moment, before I hear someone pick up.

"Emiya residence." A familiar voice comes over the line. "Shirou, is that you?"

"Hey, Sella?" I say somewhat weakly. "Mind getting some bandages ready? I sorta... Went looking for trouble and found it."

"Shirou? What happened?" She asks, and I pick up my bike.

"I'll tell you when I get back." I say, finally releasing the Install and wincing at the sudden pain.

Yeah. It was the Class Card that was numbing it... ...

And with that,I'm sorry to say, I'm gonna call it a night.

If this is still up when I get up, I'll try and continue, but...

I have a few (big) errands to take care of, so it's a possibility than I won't, but can answer some questions.

In summation: Good night.

>>33598273
Alright adios boss

>>33598273
I doubt the thread'll last that long, either way.
So I'll just say it now. Good thread, GM. Narcolepsy, cursed dice, THIS BIKE and all.

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>>33582359
>>33582634
My niggas.