>>33746227
>Go out and about somewhere.

>>33746227
>>Work on your not-yoga like Ranthix yelled at you to.

>>33746227
>Work on your not-yoga like Ranthix yelled at you to.

>>33746227
>See what that rascal Harvey’s up to.

>>33746227
See what harveys up to

>>33746227
>Fascinating. I’m going to go do something else now.
>Work on your not-yoga like Ranthix yelled at you to.

>>33746227
>See what that rascal Harvey’s up to.

>>33746227
>talk to Cass
>What did you do before you and Isaac first met?

Then maybe
>Searing hot yoga

>>33746385
She was a cop. Not that she elaborated on it much when we asked before the mansion raid.

>>33746407
I just want to figure out how it's physically possible for people to be this nice.

>>33746419
She's saintly, so I kinda agree.

>>33746227

>Work on your not-yoga like Ranthix yelled at you to.

The idea of Sierra subscribing to Ranthix's brand of Zen amuses the shit out of me. Mostly because I imagine her starting to talk with the same kind of loud voice.

>>33746407
mother daughter bonding time?

>>33746566
When do you think we're going to learn Voice of the Tyrant Lord? We'll need the spooky reverberations to properly Galadriel people.

>>33746655
>Voice of the Tyrant Lord
Now that shit sounds super cool.

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Harvey never gets any screen time

>>33746764
Even Lawngod recognises Harvey isn't worth it.

>>33746227
>See what that rascal Harvey’s up to.

>>33746775
Maybe if we actually got to know him we'd realise he is worth it?

>>33746803
Haha! No, Anon, that is not happening.

>>33746227
Lets go talk to harvey

>>33746818
We'll never know unless we try

>>33746655
>>33746704
Deals 2d6 Brian Blesseds per round

>>33746911
But I don't want to drive. He plays CoD for crying out loud!

Though so does Sierra but as a rising Imperiate she is infallible.

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>>33746927
>drive
Try. I don't want to... try...

Goddamnit.

>>33746227
She seemed a little passive aggressive.
>see what Harvey is doing
>not yoga

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The lawn has pounced.

I love this quest,

but damn do i hate the wait times

>>33747361
>>33747383
Go play with Hexer and then come back. This shit is light speed compared.

>>33747407
Did Hexer ever run anything?

>>33747407
I'm sure that I wouldn't like anything Hexer produces.

>>33747440
A Tale of Witches is nice, albeit slowest thing in the universe. Nobody's started to go full autistic yet either - though that might be because it's only 8 sessions long now.

He also runs... Convict Cyborg, I think? That's good too, I hear.

“Isaac’s kind of a mysterious person,” you agree. But also a mysterious person is Cass. She’s pretty much great all the time – you’ve never really met anybody as kind and caring as her before. You’ve just taken it for granted, maybe. But now that you’re thinking about it, maybe she’s more interesting than your Greatest Generation adopted dad. “What about you, though? I mean, what’d you do before you met Izzy Halls? You said you were a cop, but how’d you get to that point?”

“That’s a tough question,” says Cassandra, taking a moment to think about it. “Well, I’m an only child, and my dad was a police officer. I always wanted to be like him ever since I was a little girl. He was the greatest person I knew.” She smiles. “Anyway, he spoiled me rotten. I thought about doing other things, but law enforcement was always in the back of my mind.”

“So, is he still around?” you ask.

“No, unfortunately not,” she says, a hint of melancholy in her tone.

“What about your mom?”

“She passed away when I was in college,” says Cass. “It wasn’t a surprise, really. We found out she had cancer when I was thirteen. The doctors said she only had a few months to live, but she was a stubborn lady.”

That’s kind of sad. “I guess it wasn’t easy for you, either,” you say.

>>33747473

“You’re right, it wasn’t. My dad worked most of the time, so it pretty much fell on me to take care of her. I used to get so frustrated when I was your age,” says Cassandra, smiling wryly at herself. “Between having to drive her to and from the hospital and keeping the house in order, I had no time for myself. I felt like she was stealing my life from me. I’m glad it worked out the way it did, though. I learned a lot from my mother.”

“Well, I’m glad you don’t have cancer,” you say, without really thinking.

Cassandra gives you an amused frown. “That means a lot coming from you,” she says.

You feel kind of out of place, so you stand up. “Yeah, probably,” you say. “I’m going to go do demon yoga now.” You walk out before she can say anything else.

You retreat to the sanctity of your room, and clear a spot out on the floor. You take a second to calm down. Then, shrugging off your jacket and kicking off your socks, you let your claws out and assume the Fau Genrah stance, which is like, a kind of crouched thing with your hands kind of poised above your head.

Somehow, you felt less weird doing this when Ranthix was there yelling at you to do it. You’re about to stop because of how self conscious you feel, when you imagine what he’d say if he were here. “Non-existent people never made me feel awkward,” you growl to yourself, mimicking Ranthix’s gruff voice. “Assume Fau Genrah, spawnling, or I’ll shout even louder!”

>>33747486

You snicker to yourself, and continue with the basic forms, as far as you can recall them.

--

You’re standing on your hands, your legs folded above you in an upside-down kneeling pose. Your tail curves out behind you, hovering a fraction of an inch above the floor. And then you lose your balance and fall over. Carpet’s not really that great for this yoga thing. Don’t they sell mats or something for this? In either case, putting so much effort into approximating what your remember Ranthix telling you to do has done a good job of bringing you down to a sense of calm. (Stress: -10: 0/100)

You listen to the house for a moment. You can hear Rowan in the room over talking to somebody, probably on the phone. Sounds like she’s back from her lunch date. You right yourself, hide your demonic features just in case, and go over.

You can hear snippets of conversation in the hall.

“-no, yeah. Totally.” A pause. “Yeah – really, next time I know this one place you have to see. It’s this awesome little mom and pop store, it’s exactly the kind of place I was talking about.” Another, longer pause.

>>33747506

You gently knock on Rowan’s partially open door, and stick your head in. You see Rowan sitting up on her bed, on her phone. She has a goofy smile on her face, which disappears into something more Rowan like the second she sees you, and the deep impression of tangy, citrusy excitement radiating from her shuts down almost immediately. “Oh, sorry, I have to go,” she says, holding up a finger in your direction. “I’ll call you back.”

“I’ve heard that before,” says the voice on the other end. “Text me if you’re busy.”

“Okay. Bye!” she abruptly hangs up, and looks up at you. “Hey Sierra,” she says a little too quickly, absentmindedly gathering all her hair to one side and letting it fall over her shoulder. “How did the lesson stuff in the woods go?”

>As lessons in woods go. (Tell her everything.)
>Wait just a minute, don’t switch topics on me. How was the date thing with the guy person? It went good, didn’t it. Didn’t it?!
>Nah, I can tell you about it later. Call Red Hood back, he’s probably waiting by the phone on the off chance you do.
>Other (?)

>>33747520
>Wait just a minute, don’t switch topics on me. How was the date thing with the guy person? It went good, didn’t it. Didn’t it?!

>>33747520
>Wait just a minute, don’t switch topics on me. How was the date thing with the guy person? It went good, didn’t it. Didn’t it?!

>As lessons in woods go. (Tell her everything.)

>>33747520
>Killed a deer, climbed a tree, the usual.
> I can tell you about it later. Call Red Hood back, he’s probably waiting by the phone on the off chance you do.
>How was the date thing with the guy person? It went good, didn’t it. Didn’t it?!

>>33747486
>even louder
Oh god, there's volume up still?

>>33747520
Rowan why? ;_;
Wait just a minute, don’t switch topics on me. How was the date thing with the guy person? It went good, didn’t it. Didn’t it?!
>I can tell from that funny smile you had.
>Nah, I can tell you about it later. Call Red Hood back, he’s probably waiting by the phone on the off chance you do.

>>33747520
>Wait just a minute, don’t switch topics on me. How was the date thing with the guy person? It went good, didn’t it. Didn’t it?!

>>33747520
>As lessons in woods go.
>But first, how was the date thing with the guy person? It went good, didn’t it. Didn’t it?!

Then tell her everything after we pester her about her love life.

>>33747520
>Nah, I can tell you about it later. Call Red Hood back, he’s probably waiting by the phone on the off chance you do.
Research the possibility of getting lasik eye surgery so contacts/glasses won't be a problem in combat.

>>33747520
>Wait just a minute, don't switch topics on me. How was the date thing with the guy person? It went good, didn't it. Didn't it?

>>33747618
Our demon eyes don't need glasses at least

We have to take them off to see right when we do night vision type stuff

>>33747520
>"I never thought I'd have a 7ft tall red dude scream 'DO YOU EVEN LIFT, SPAWNLING!?' at me."

So, I've been thinking of the Glamouring, right? It's not just illusion, it displaces whatever is glamoured. Some sort of reality-shifting spell or whatnot. Bloody quantum spell.

Would it be possible to glamour Sierra's tail to be a... fluffy one?

This is important.

>>33747759
>Would it be possible to glamour Sierra's tail to be a... fluffy one?
Who would want to?

A better question is whether we can glamour Zelathis to be a switchblade that, when we flick it open, reverts back to Zelathis in full, glorious splendour.

>>33747520
>>Nah, I can tell you about it later. Call Red Hood back, he’s probably waiting by the phone on the off chance you do.

>>33747798
>not wanting a fluffy tail
Step it up, Anon.

I do like that switchblade idea. Maybe there's some sort of, uh, packing spell if glamour doesn't work.

>>33747819
>I do like that switchblade idea. Maybe there's some sort of, uh, packing spell if glamour doesn't work.
If it does work (I really hope it does) we should try to do something similar with whatever big fucking weapon we get as our primary gun (I'm hoping AA-12). Have it appear as a tiny derringer when in a concealed carry holster, then back to full size when we draw it.

>>33747633
That's only because they're paque to the wavelength of light needed to see in the dark.

>>33747913
Why not just a Saiga? That way we have access to a ton of aftermarket parts instead of an extremely limited weapon that's not being produced any more.

>>33747819
>"Would you like to touch my fluffy tail?"
>The tail is not fluffy at all
>BAD END

We risa now?

>>33747959
Because the AA-12 is tough as fuck, while the Saiga - though easy to repair - jams and breaks like a motherfucker if you try to do half the shit Sierra does during every fight.

>>33747998
I'd touch Sierra's fluffy tail.

>>33748044
Saigas are reliable as hell. Where did you get your information?

>>33748066
painful/10

>>33748163
Not if it's glamoured since there's no way glamour is just a mere illusion. It would be the fluffiest/10.

>>33748100
Real life? They're reasonably reliable under normal conditions, but in situations where they're being dragged through the mud, getting caught in fires, shot underwater, and so forth, they can and do regularly jam or break. Their upside is that they're incredibly easy to repair - but the problem is, Sierra fights tend to be 50% explosion and 50% hitting the ground very, very hard.

And in situations like that, you want the AA-12, because it's rugged as fuck.

You want a weapon that won't break or jam in the first place, no matter the conditions you put it under, not a weapon that's easy to fix during downtime. The latter is irrelevant to us, because we have the dosh to afford expensive repairs. The former's all that matters.

“Killed deer, climbed trees, got chewed out for not benching my weight in – “ you pause, and point accusingly at Ro. “Hey, no switching topics on me! How was the date thing with the guy person? It went good, didn’t it. Didn’t it?!”

Rowan gives you a flustered look. “It wasn’t a date!” she exclaims.

“Pfft, what’s a date then?” you say, smirking. You let yourself in and falling into the beanbag chair by Ro’s bed. “You get a guy, you get a cool place, and you hang out with the idea that if you like hanging out, you’ll hang out again, and then make out with him.”

“There you go,” she says, triumphantly. “I’m not going to make out with him. It doesn’t fit your definition of a date.”

“Well,” you say. “Do you think he’s hot?”

“Why does that matter?” Ro asks. “Can’t a boy and a girl just be, you know, friends, like regular people?”

You narrow your eyes at her, suspiciously. “So you’re saying you don’t even think Red Hood’s a little cute at all.”

“Just FYI, Red Hood’s name is Will. And no, for that matter, I don’t,” Ro says, bothered by your questioning.

“I think you’re either feeding me a bunch of BS or that you’re just in denial,” you tell her.

“Okay, maybe I do like him a little bit,” Ro admits. “But I have to get to know him better before I decide whether it’s friend-liking or more-than-friend liking.”

You chuckle. “But that’s exactly what dating is,” you say. “You totally just went on a date. Don’t play the mind games card on me, Ro. I’m immune.”

>>33748489

Rowan tries not to laugh.

You think about what you said a little more carefully. “I mean, you know, you can’t fool me,” you clarify. “Just admit you went on a date! It’s not the end of the world.”

Ro rolls her eyes, and rolls onto her stomach on the bed. “Fine. But it wasn’t a real date,” she reaffirms, making a point of not looking at you. “Just… a preliminary date.”

“Ha!” you say. “I knew it!”

“I don’t know. Everybody I go out with winds up being a jerk,” says Ro. “Or they just get all weird once we’re actually dating, even if they’re usually cool, you know?”

You snort. “That’s dating for you,” you say, smirking to yourself. “So you like this Will dude then?”

“He’s pretty fun,” Rowan says, smiling at the thought. “He’s like one of those guys who’s always revving to go do something. I like people that have that kind of energy inside them, you know?”

>>33748503

“Yeah, kind of,” you say. “I don’t know if that’s what I’d put at the top of the list for a guy, though. Too much energy and they’re always just going to drag you all over the place.” Sometimes you just need to lay back and do absolutely nothing.

Rowan looks over at you, curiously. “Well, what would you put at the top of your list?”

You consider your feelings on the subject.

>Well, coolness, obviously. When a guy knows what he’s all about, I’m all about that. He’s got to have a sense of style.
>I like people who don’t take stuff too seriously. I mean, if somebody can’t take a joke, what fun are they?
>Hotness. I mean, you have a nice guy who’s a six, sure, good friend. You have a nice guy who’s a nine and a half, now that’s where you sit up and pay attention.
>How he makes you feel. If you’re going to spend a lot of time with a guy, it just has to be about if you feel comfortable around him. Nothing else really matters if you don’t like his manly radiation.
>Confidence takes the top spot for me. If you’re not sure of yourself, then why should I bother wasting my time with you? I’ll find someone who’s fine being himself.
>Meh, I don’t have a list. I play by ear.
>My list is on hiatus. I can barely handle myself, sometimes. Throwing other junk in with all the baggage I’m carrying around is a bad idea.
>Other (?)

>>33748398
>AK platform
>Not rugged as fuck

Pick one

>>33748521
>>How he makes you feel. If you’re going to spend a lot of time with a guy, it just has to be about if you feel comfortable around him. Nothing else really matters if you don’t like his manly radiation.
>>Confidence takes the top spot for me. If you’re not sure of yourself, then why should I bother wasting my time with you? I’ll find someone who’s fine being himself.

>>33748521
>Confidence takes the top spot for me. If you’re not sure of yourself, then why should I bother wasting my time with you? I’ll find someone who’s fine being himself.

>>33748521
>Hotness. I mean, you have a nice guy who’s a six, sure, good friend. You have a nice guy who’s a nine and a half, now that’s where you sit up and pay attention.

>>33748521
>Well, coolness, obviously. When a guy knows what he’s all about, I’m all about that. He’s got to have a sense of style.
>I like people who don’t take stuff too seriously. I mean, if somebody can’t take a joke, what fun are they?
>How he makes you feel. If you’re going to spend a lot of time with a guy, it just has to be about if you feel comfortable around him. Nothing else really matters if you don’t like his manly radiation.

T-totally not Wolfgang!

>>33748521
>Confidence takes the top spot for me. If you’re not sure of yourself, then why should I bother wasting my time with you? I’ll find someone who’s fine being himself.
>How he makes you feel. If you’re going to spend a lot of time with a guy, it just has to be about if you feel comfortable around him. Nothing else really matters if you don’t like his manly radiation.
>My list is on hiatus. I can barely handle myself, sometimes. Throwing other junk in with all the baggage I’m carrying around is a bad idea.

>>33748521
>My list is on hiatus. I can barely handle myself, sometimes. Throwing other junk in with all the baggage I’m carrying around is a bad idea.
100% of that stuff describes Wolfgang, though. Just putting it out there.

>>33748521
>Well, coolness, obviously. When a guy knows what he’s all about, I’m all about that. He’s got to have a sense of style.
>I like people who don’t take stuff too seriously. I mean, if somebody can’t take a joke, what fun are they?
>Hotness. I mean, you have a nice guy who’s a six, sure, good friend. You have a nice guy who’s a nine and a half, now that’s where you sit up and pay attention.
>How he makes you feel. If you’re going to spend a lot of time with a guy, it just has to be about if you feel comfortable around him. Nothing else really matters if you don’t like his manly radiation.
>Confidence takes the top spot for me. If you’re not sure of yourself, then why should I bother wasting my time with you? I’ll find someone who’s fine being himself.
ALL OF IT
HE MUST BE PERFECT

>>33748616
Speaking of Wolfgang, do Hellions have red skulls or were they regular bone colour?

>>33748521
>How he makes you feel. If you're going to spend a lot of time with a guy, it just has to be about if you feel comfortable around him. Nothing else matters if you don't like his manly radiation.

>>33748646
Regular bone.

>>33748521
>>Well, coolness, obviously. When a guy knows what he’s all about, I’m all about that. He’s got to have a sense of style.
>>I like people who don’t take stuff too seriously. I mean, if somebody can’t take a joke, what fun are they?
>>Hotness. I mean, you have a nice guy who’s a six, sure, good friend. You have a nice guy who’s a nine and a half, now that’s where you sit up and pay attention.
>>How he makes you feel. If you’re going to spend a lot of time with a guy, it just has to be about if you feel comfortable around him. Nothing else really matters if you don’t like his manly radiation.
>>Confidence takes the top spot for me. If you’re not sure of yourself, then why should I bother wasting my time with you? I’ll find someone who’s fine being himself.
Wolfgang.

>>33748521
>meh. I don't have a list.
Sierra be indecisive as hell.

>>33748521
>>How he makes you feel. If you’re going to spend a lot of time with a guy, it just has to be about if you feel comfortable around him. Nothing else really matters if you don’t like his manly radiation.
>>Confidence takes the top spot for me. If you’re not sure of yourself, then why should I bother wasting my time with you? I’ll find someone who’s fine being himself

Sierra describes monster, gets sad.

definitley wolfgang

>>33748548
AK platform weapons can't aim worth a damn, jam constantly, and regularly break. The advantage is that they're so simple that you can usually repair them using tools and junk you can find in Shithole Nowhere. If you intend to be in a long-term engagement with frequent-but-short bouts of fighting and little in the way of resupplies, you can't do better than an AK. If you intend to be in short-term engagement with rare-but-intense fighting and constant access to resupplies, you want something that is TOUGH AS FUCKING NAILS, if expensive.

The Saiga is a cool gun, and I'd totally be down for it if we didn't have a rich family or crazy explosion-demons that try to kill us.

We have both of those things, though.

AA-12.

>>33748521
>My list is on hiatus. I can barely handle myself, sometimes. Throwing other junk in with all the baggage I’m carrying around is a bad idea.

>>33748548
>shifty wannabe am made from shitty materials.
>rugged as duck.

You can shoot the AA-12 in one hand and jerk it with the other because dat recoil comp, shitty saiga can't even use its own mags without modification.

>>33748521
>>33748712

>>33748521
>>How he makes you feel. If you’re going to spend a lot of time with a guy, it just has to be about if you feel comfortable around him. Nothing else really matters if you don’t like his manly radiation.
Extra important for crazyface.

>>33748521
>My list is on hiatus. I can barely handle myself, sometimes. Throwing other junk in with all the baggage I’m carrying around is a bad idea.

>>33748548
>AK platform
>not constantly jamming and needing repairs
Pick one.

>>33748744
>AK platform weapons can't aim worth a damn

Opinion immediately discarded. Thanks for showing you know nothing about guns, though.

/k/ pls go

>>33748894
>AKs being accurate
Top kek.

>>33748521
>>My list is on hiatus. I can barely handle myself, sometimes. Throwing other junk in with all the baggage I’m carrying around is a bad idea.
Also maybe Danny Radcliffe stuff

>>33748894
>Gushing about slavshit when the only reason to get one is if you're poor as fuck and can't afford a good gun.

>>33748936
AKs being inaccurate is an urban myth.

>>33748918
Fine, I'll stop sperging out over all the false info on firearms.

Implying Sako Rk62 isn't the only real rifle Halth's Imperiate should use.

>>33748984
You can swing an AK at someone's head without fear of it breaking if you run out of ammo.
The only rifle that can do the same would be an famas I think.
I'd rather bash Ranthix's face with an famas than an AR15.

>>33748521
I like the idea of Sierra being shallow as fuck.
>Well, coolness, obviously. When a guy knows what he’s all about, I’m all about that. He’s got to have a sense of style.
>Hotness. I mean, you have a nice guy who’s a six, sure, good friend. You have a nice guy who’s a nine and a half, now that’s where you sit up and pay attention.

>>33749219
We have claws.
That are on fire.

>>33749219
I see people bring up this "you can use the gun as a club!" thing a lot, but we have a fucking lightning sword and our hands are armored razor claws on top of all the other body parts that are essentially weapons already.

>>33749219
We're talking about guns that will still fire after getting caught in an underwater explosion.

The Saiga is not one of those. The AA-12 is. I don't give a shit whether or not you can use the Saiga as an improv baseball bat. I care about not having to worry about our gun jamming or breaking the next time we're in the middle of a Meckor-sized explosion.

>>33749219
Hitting something with our gun if it runs out of ammo is stupid. The claws are deadlier and have PP drain. And we might not have enhanced strength yet, but I'm willing to bet that we'll eventually be strong enough to break an AK by hitting things with it.

>>33749308
It's generally a tactic to stun someone so you can shoot them when in close. But with elbows/knees/claws/horns, we don't really need it.

>>33748521
>Meh, I don’t have a list. I play by ear.

“Well here’s how I look at it,” you say. “Hotness, coolness, and humorness are all like, important stuff, but those are just the basics. The most important thing – the thing that, you know, if they have I’ll overlook maybe other stuff, it’s confidence. Like, who wants a hot guy who’s unsure of himself?” Well. “Okay, maybe that’s not a good example,” you say. “But if somebody doesn’t think they’re worth anything, then why should I invest in that? That’s just a bad idea. I’ll take the time finding someone who’s fine being who they are.”

“You seem to have put a lot of thought into this,” Rowan says, entertained.

“Oh you wait, I haven’t got to the most important clause,” you say. “All of everything I just said doesn’t even matter though if a guy makes you feel like crap. This is somebody you’ll, you know, hopefully spend more time with than anybody. It has to be about if you feel comfortable with him. All the stuff in the world doesn’t matter if you can’t handle his manly radiation,” you say.

Ro grins at you. “So, just go with how you feel, is your top slot on the list?” she asks, her expression incredulous.

“You make it sound lame,” you say, drawing your knees up to yourself.

“No, there’s nothing wrong with that,” she says, chuckling a little. “I’m impressed. It’s more touchy feely than I expected from you.”

“It’s a touchy feely subject,” you reply, setting your chin on your knees. Geeze, it’s not like you’re totally out of touch with your emotions.

>>33749510

Rowan decides to drop the topic. “So, you said Ranthix yelled at you about lifting?”

You grin. “Man, let me tell you about it,” you say.

--

Stress: 12/100
Sanity: 83/100
Bloodlust: Subdued

It is the middle of the night. You cannot sleep.

Everybody’s home, the gun range was fun, and Harvey did his spaghetti magic, once more, which was also good. Sattler’s Kriss gun thing was awesome to shoot, too, even if it looked way weird. And now, since there is no guest bedroom in the Hallow household, Sattler has been placed in the family room with an air mattress. You have to be pretty careful, just in case. You’re sleeping with your glamors and everything up, and it taxes you.

You sit on top of your blankets in the dark, and stare at the wall. You try not to think, but such is a difficult exercise in the middle hours between Saturday and Sunday. Should you try to force yourself to sleep? It might be a lost cause.

You feel a hollow space inside your chest, as if something’s missing. It’s kind of like hunger, maybe. It distracts you slightly from thinking about other things.

>Try not to think about other things. (Dice)
>Try to sleep anyway.
>Midnight snack. Maybe you’re hungry.
>Get dressed and sneak out. You need some space.
>>Head out your window. You don't want to chance waking up Sattler.
>Other (?)

Rolled 55

>>33749527
>Try not to think about other things. (Dice)
Oh man, she's lovesick.

>>33749527
>Try not to think about other things. (Dice)
>Try to sleep anyway.

Rolled 54

>>33749527
>Try not to think about other things. (Dice)
>Try to sleep anyway.

Rolled 27

>>33749527
>Try not to think about other things. (Dice)
>Get dressed and sneak out. You need some space.
>>Head out your window. You don't want to chance waking up Sattler.

>>33749527
>Get dressed and sneak out. You need some space.

>>33749527
>midnight snack
Boys =< delicious foods

>>33749527
>>Get dressed and sneak out. You need some space.
>>>Head out your window. You don't want to chance waking up Sattler.
Where will Sierra's sleepy wanderings take us?

>>33749527
>Get dressed and sneak out. You need some space.
>>Head out your window. You don't want to chance waking up Sattler.

>>33749527
>Get dressed and sneak out. You need some space.
>>Head out your window. You don't want to chance waking up Sattler.

>>33749527
>>Get dressed and sneak out. You need some space.
>>>Head out your window. You don't want to chance waking up Sattler.

>>33749550
Our little Sierra is growing so fast ;_;

You numb your mind by concentrating on your surroundings. They seem almost to press in around you, confining you. Trapping you. You can’t be yourself here, right now.

You need to get out. You need space.

Silently, you pull on a pair of jeans and grab your cool jacket. When you’re dressed, you vaguely consider where you’re going. Downstairs isn’t a good idea. Stairs make noise when you go up or down. There’s an angel downstairs, and you don’t want to interact with her. She’s a complicating force.

You blink away your shadow sight, and look to your window. You stand up from your bed and creep over, and pull the curtains aside. You’ve never really paid attention, but it would be really, really easy to climb out from here. The roof ledge before your window runs to the front of the house, and you could probably figure out some way to scramble back up when you came back.

Without thinking about it, you open the window and climb outside. The roofing is cold and has a rough texture to it that grips your feet, but it’s solid, and provides great footing. You allow your feet to stretch out, and you flex your claws.

You turn around and close the window behind you, then gently crawl along the roof to above the driveway. You jump down in the orange glow of the light, and suppress a shiver at a gust of wind. You look up and down the street, and see no signs of life.

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>>33750022

>>33750049
The sense of freedom is exhilarating. You can do anything right now. There’s no limit to who you can be, or where you can go. (-7 Stress: 5/100)

First thing first, you flit out of the light and get some distance between you and the Hallow house, suddenly fearful of being spotted by someone, somehow. You crouch down low in the dark, in the shadow of an SUV, and breathe in the night air. It’s refreshing.

As you hold still, you hear a siren somewhere in the distance.

Unbidden, images and sensations nag at the edge of your consciousness. (+4 Stress: 9/100) It’s best not to dwell on them.

>Don’t dwell on anything. (Dice)
>Get as far away from you are now as fast as you can.
>Take it slow. Look around you.
>Let your imp out. You could use the company.
>Call somebody. You have your phone. (?)
>Other (?)

Rolled 47

>>33750083
>Don’t dwell on anything. (Dice)
>Take it slow. Look around you.

Rolled 89

>>33750083
>Don’t dwell on anything. (Dice)
>Get as far away from you are now as fast as you can.

>>33750083
>Don't dwell on anything. (Dice)
>Take it slow. Look around you.

Rolled 41

>>33750083
>>Don’t dwell on anything. (Dice)

>>33750083
>>Don’t dwell on anything. (Dice)
>Call somebody. You have your phone. (?)
Moriah

Rolled 94

>>33750083
>>33750120

Forgot my dice

>>33750083
>Call somebody. You have your phone. (?)
Wolfgang booty call

>>33750083
>Take it slow. Look around you.
>Let your imp out. You could use the company.

Rolled 25

>>33750083
>Don’t dwell on anything. (Dice)
>Take it slow. Look around you.
>Call somebody. You have your phone. (?)
What time is it? Maybe Moriah or Borya.

>>33750083
>Don't dwell on anything
>Take it slow
Let the love guide you Sierra.

>>33750083
>Don't dwell on anything
>Take it slow
I know it's most likely the bloodlust getting to her, but the idea that she can't sleep because thoughts of love is just to amusing.

>>33750344
It's on subdued, so it's not that.

Night walks are best walks

>Suddenly Philostrathus out of fucking nowhere

>>33750393
>we're in 2 miles proximity to the demonbane family
>have terrorizing glare and soul drinker
I think we're set

>>33750393
lol yeah, i'm thinking that too

>>33750421
It's not Philo herself that's the danger, it's if Satt wakes up and sees us fighting her while all demony or pulling off something that a "pyromancer" shouldn't be able to do (like TG or SD).

>>33750083
>Don’t dwell on anything. (Dice)
>Take it slow. Look around you.

>>33750083
>those dice
>Just out for a late night stroll.
>Yep. A little jogging would be good.
>Is that siren getting closer?
>Oh hey, let's see how fast we can run.

You creep through the dark, feeling like you’re in a dream. There’s no sign of life anywhere. Though no one watches, you move carefully, mindful to keep out of sight. You cling to shadows and dart through the light of streetlamps, your destination unknown.

The quiet and slow, methodical progression of your journey, however, fail to keep your thoughts wholly occupied. You start feeling sick to the stomach. That siren still calls to you, in the distance.

Just like all of them were calling for you, because of what you did.

An image hits you. Blood and fire, mingled with scorched meat. (-2 Sanity: 81/100)

Somehow, you’ve fallen to one knee. A cold sweat runs down your brow, and you wipe it off with a shaky hand. You’re breathing hard, though you don’t feel fatigued at all. You look around, and see that you’re alone in the darkness. Everything’s fine, now, isn’t it?

Those damn sirens are still going off. What the hell could possibly be going on over there?

The thought is crazy, but it compels you. What if they’re after somebody like you? A hellborn, unable to stop murdering everybody. You think you can smell blood, somewhere. Or is it just your imagination?

>Keep calm. (Dice)
>You need to talk to somebody. (?)
>Investigate the sirens.
>Run away.
>Other (?)

>>33750457
We can just get her to TP away once, then shout/call for the hallows, then run away/hide with shadows until they get here.

>>33750657
>>Keep calm. (Dice)
>>You need to talk to somebody. (?)
Moriah

Rolled 88

>>33750657
>Keep calm
>Investigate the sirens

Rolled 24

>>33750657
>Keep calm. (Dice)
>Run away.

Rolled 51

>>33750657
>>Keep calm. (Dice)
>>You need to talk to somebody. (?)
Call Ranthix

>>33750657
>Keep calm. (Dice)
>You need to talk to somebody. (?)
Call Moriah for support.
>Run away.
But don't panic, just nice and casual in the direction opposite the sirens.
>Other (?)
Maybe find a nice quiet spot and Meditate/do some demon-not-yoga.

Rolled 96

>>33750657
>Keep calm. (Dice)
>Investigate the sirens.

Rolled 38

>>33750710
>>33750696
Oh yeah, if Moriah doesn't answer, call Ranthix. He'll probably be happy to be needed by the future Imperiate.

Rolled 18

>>33750657
>Keep calm. (Dice)
>Investigate the sirens

>>33750657
Don't go investigate the sirens. We're bleeding san and something is obviously wrong right now. Running to throw ourself into something is not something we wanna do

Rolled 58

>>33750657
>Keep calm. (Dice)
>Investigate the sirens.

Rolled 83

>>33750657
>Keep calm
>You need to talk to somebody. (?)
Call Moriah.

"Okay, I know this sounds crazy, but is there any other hellborn around in the city? What? It's 3AM? Uh, sorry, okay... Can you ask your dad? Yeah, it's 3AM, I know! Oh... Uh, sorry."

Rolled 32

>>33750657
>Keep calm. (Dice)
>Run away.

Rolled 100

>>33750657
>Keep calm. (Dice)
>Run away.

>>33750657
>Keep calm. (Dice)
>Investigate the sirens.

Let's not call somebody in the middle of the night, it's rude.

>>33750770
Stop rolling forever.

>>33750752
>(-2)
Bleeding san...
Right.
It's fucking nothing.

>>33750657
>Keep calm. (Dice)
>Run away.

>>33750778
Let's not go where we might lose control and go on a Bloodrage again and murder innocents.

Call issac?

>>33750836
It'll probably wake up the Satt when he goes to get us, we don't want that.

Rolled 63

>>33750657
>Keep calm. (Dice)
>Run away.

>>33750810
We lost sanity for no reason besides our restlessness.

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>>33750657
Keep calm and investigate

What we need to do is run long and hard and check the sirens. It could lead to a redemption, or peace of mind.

>>33750810
The minus 2 was just from thinking about what -might- be there. We go investigate the sirens and we're going to have a full-blown flashback to the end of the last bloodrage.

>>33750898
Yeah, go ahead and think you know what's going on. What are tomorrow's lottery numbers?

>>33750898
I'm not that afraid of that to be honest, it's probably not a demon massmurdering people, more likely some minor criminal or like a fire.
But we could lose a lot of san during the way there, and I want to avoid that.

>>33750898
When was the last time you woke up in the middle of the night, and "thought" there was something there, and then you found out it was fucking nothing?

>>33750920
09-10-14-16-31

>>33750920
>nuh-uh
>being cautious is for wimps!
I bet you're the one who votes for putting on creepy magical masks too.

>>33750920
Go ahead and throw around more shitty flawed comparisons. I'm sure you'll go on about how we should jump off some roofs next because people couldn't possibly know that we'll fall.

>>33750880
You seriously believe this? It'll only bring back more bad memories, and what does Sierra do with her bad memories? She represses them and buries them deep inside so they can come back and haunt her when least convenient.

>>33750982
But in this case, we don't have any information. Not doing anything might freak us out more. We might run away into insanity.

>>33750986
Thanks for the strawman, asshat. Just because you jump to conclusions doesn't mean I have to.

>>33751101
Or, because the san loss happened because we failed to take our mind off the siren, we'd run into insanity by investigating it.

>>33751001
I do, and I also realise the great risk following those sirens has. Call it a gut feeling. Hasn't been wrong yet.

Majority decides. That's just my take on it.

>>33751134
The point is we don't know what's happening, it's useless to insist that anyone is right, we just vote and see what the hell happens and we don't insist that we know what the hell is going on.

>>33751119
>implying he isn't right to mock you
>implying you weren't the first one to use a straw man

>>33751195
This Anon knows what's up.

>>33751193
I hope you're wrong and that you remember you're wrong so you learn not to trust your "gut." I bet you suffer from confirmation bias.

>>33751200
You don't know what a strawman is.

>>33751195
That's true, I just feel that taking the path with less risk is more beneficial in this case, as there's an angel in the neighborhood and everything. We don't need to freak out right now especially.

>>33751221
Relax, guy. Majority decides.

Maybe YOU should learn to trust your gut. I don't think I suffer from confirmation bias. You seem to suffer from sore bum though.

>>33751243
Do you? Care to explain the difference between the two posts I referred to?

>>33751200
>arguing with fallacy grobber after they've revealed themselves as such
It's pointless. They'll just spew bullshit and then then point at everyone else and say "nope. fallacy nope wrong" while spewing more bullshit.

>>33751289
The first response was an assertion that the other guy was making the assumption that he could tell the future, and a snarky remark requiring that he back up his precognitive powers.

The second response was to the first response. It disparaged the comparison to fortune-telling, and then insisted that I would continue to make another argument which I never made (it's good to jump off roofs). That was the strawman.

There's a lot of aggression in these threads, but I guess that's a sign that the participants care.

>>33751347
Please, the revelation of the common use of fallacies can only serve to bring good arguments to light and condemn the bad arguments, thereby uplifting discourse. The rampant abuse of poor logic is immoral.

>>33751479
You mean autism, not aggression. But I suppose you're right, nobody wants to see Sierra lose it and get in trouble.

>>33751421
Both responses exaggerated some element of the replied post (namely assuming things about the future, and doubt in certain conclusions), both with some hostility and accusasions. Neither one is superior to the other.

>>33751543
Sometimes I push for it, when I think it fits her current mood. But right now, she'd be wary to lose it again. Hence not fucking investigating the sirends that bring up bad fucking memories.

"Don't need that shit right now, no, no, no, fuck."

>>33751576
The question wasn't about which one was superior, it was about which one was strawmanning. The first response wasn't strawmanning and the original statement deserved to be put down because of its naked assumption, faulty premise.

>>33751606
I on the other hand think it is worth investigating, the way Languid worded it.

Well whatever, something neat happens anyway, I think. I'm not going to lose sleep over this.

>>33751652
Yes, of course, there was absolutely no basis to the original statement. You're right, I apologize.

>>33751662
Yeah, but see, my own response comes from how I read the protagonist, whereas yours comes from meta-knowledge. Of course there is something where the sirens are. We both know that. Sierra doesn't necessarily knows. She just has flashbacks of mayhem.

>>33751421
Both of you were being snarky jackasses and misrepresenting the other's arguments. You by saying that the other guy's guesses about consequences were baseless and then comparing it to fortune-telling, and the other guy by saying that you would ignore obvious cause and effect relationships such as gravity making things fall.

I think that other guy is overreacting here, but I can see where he's coming from after having played this quest for 45 threads and seeing how Sierra is right now. That's not the same thing as pulling lottery numbers out of thin air, and saying it is is strawmanning, just like he did by saying that you would ignore obvious cause and effect relationships.

Both of you probably thought you were just being cutsey about it when you were really being hostile jerks to eachother.

>>33751692
No need for apologies, glad we're on the same page.

>>33751712
This.
Roleplay, don't metagame.

>>33751712
Hn, that's actually a fair point.

Suppose you could also technically consider this discussion of ours (and others too, I guess) a battle of wills within Sierra. Part of her wants to check what the shit is going on with the sirens, the other wants to get the fuck away to avoid mental damage.

Or maybe I'm just trying to justify my meta.

>>33751740
The first statement presented no argument, it was just a baseless assumption.
>The minus 2 was just from thinking about what -might- be there. We go investigate the sirens and we're going to have a full-blown flashback to the end of the last bloodrage.
No one can know this except Languid, and yet it is spoken as if it is true with zero justification.

I was a little snarky, true, but so what? Unfounded assertions should be shot down with at least a hint of derision, less they be given undeserved creedence.

You kick to your feet and run away. You’re not sure where you’re running or what you’re running away from, but it’s important that you don’t stop. You claws hit the pavement, dig in, and push off, propelling you forward at great speed. The distant call of sirens grows quieter, after some time, it’s silent once more.

You keep running for several minutes anyway, sprinting past looming shapes of trees and flashing through circles of illumination under streetlights. The feel of your feet on pavement, along with your steady breathing and pumping your arms, does something to occupy your mind so you don’t have to remember what you did, even if it’s trying to claw into your being. (+5 Stress: 12/100)

You slow down out of your run when you find yourself in a darkened, forested park. You jog off the path and sit down heavily on the side of a hill. You find yourself crying, for some reason, though you don’t know exactly why. All you know is that you think you can taste a little blood in your mouth. It doesn’t taste like yours – you reach in and touch a claw to the spot, and bring it out to examine it. Actually, it is your blood. You must have cut your tongue on your teeth while you were running, maybe.

The sight of the blood on your claw seems to grow before you. One time your claws were covered in blood, and you didn’t know where any of it was from. You can remember it vividly. The smell and taste of it everywhere. (-1 Sanity: 80/100) (+3 Stress: 15/100)

>>33751812
To me, it's obviously guesswork (at least for the second sentence). Reading things too literally is bad for you Anon.

>>33751840

You wipe your claws on your shirt, and force them to become hands again. Then you wipe your nose, and grab your phone. You’re not doing so well, right now, for some reason. You dial Moriah up, because you don’t feel like you can call any of the Hallows right now, and explain to them why you ran out.

The phone rings. Then it rings some more. Then you get voice mail. You rub your forehead and close your eyes. Of course she’s not going to answer, it’s the middle of the fucking night.

You run through your options, and through your contacts list. You come across Ranthix’s name, and hold up. If there’s anybody who’d answer a call from you in the middle of the night, it’s him. You hesitate for a second, but then hit the call key.

It goes straight to voicemail, and then cuts out. He probably didn’t charge his phone. Great. That’s just awesome.

You feel anger well up inside of you, and you take it on your phone. You chuck it away from you, and it bounces a couple times in the grass before coming to a stop. Then you burry your head in your arms and sit there for a while, your face burning and your nose all stuffy and crap.

>>33751840
>You claws hit the pavement, dig in
Fuuuuck, we're going off the rails.

>>33751844
Yes, it's a problem I need to work on.

>>33751869
Then, suddenly, your phone rings.

You scramble over to it, feeling stupid for having thrown it in the first place, and pick it up, answering without looking at who it is. “Hello?” you ask, your voice coming out thicker and less coherent than you’d like it to.

Moriah’s on the other end. Her voice is barely a croak when she speaks. “Sierra? What’s happened?” she asks, hearing the stuff not right with your voice. “Why’re you calling?”

You feel terrible for having woke her up. How the hell are you supposed to explain this?

>Don’t hang up on her. (Dice)
>Just… wanted to see how you’re doing.
>You're the only one I can call right now.
>Sorry, I… I’m just kind of scared right now.
>Other (?)

Rolled 58

>>33751911
>>Don’t hang up on her. (Dice)
>You're the only one I can call right now.
>Sorry, I… I’m just kind of scared right now.

Rolled 11

>>33751911
>>Don’t hang up on her. (Dice)
>You're the only one I can call right now.

Rolled 44

>>33751911
>Don’t hang up on her. (Dice)
>"Just..wanted to talk to someone"

>>33751911
>Don’t hang up on her. (Dice)
>Sorry, I… I’m just kind of scared right now.

Rolled 42

>We're in the park
The park with the landwell maybe?

>>33751911
>Don’t hang up on her. (Dice)
>Sorry, I… I’m just kind of scared right now.

>>33751911
>Just… wanted to see how you’re doing.
>You know, just... wanted to hear someone.

Rolled 95

>>33751911
>Don't hang up on her. (Dice)
>You're the only one I can call right now.
>Sorry, I... I'm just kind of scared right now.
Ask if she would keep talking to us for a few minutes, we don't feel so hot at the moment.

>>33751911
>Don’t hang up on her. (Dice)
>You're the only one I can call right now.

>>33751911
>just cry on phone

>>33751911
>[all in one breath stream of what's wrong]
>Isaac'scousincameoverandshe'sanangelandIwokeupandthesirenswon'tfuckingstopandnoweverythingislikeit'scoveredinbloodbutIknowit'snotbutitsmellslikeitisanditwon'tstopandnowI'minapark.
It almost looks like a really long foreign word if you squint at it.

Rolled 27

>>33751929
Great, we should call her back right afterwards. Ot will emphasize our panic as well.

>>33751911
>Other (?)
"Uh, well, I'm not feeling too hot right now, uh, sorry, just talk to me. Please."

Rolled 63

>>33751911
>Don't hang up on her. (Dice)
>Sorry, I...I'm just kind of scared right now.

>>33751911
>you're the only one I can call right now.
>I just... Have you ever gone out to do something , but once you're doing it you forget why? And then you remember and it's. You start kicking yourself, you know?

>>33751911
>Sorry, I… I’m just kind of scared right now.
>You're the only one I can call right now.

We already have enough rolls to talk and not hang up.

Also, we aren't very stressed, and we aren't hugely insane; so what is causing this? Could something or someone be trying to fuck with us from a distance somehow? Are we just picking something up empathetically?

>>33751911
>>Sorry, I… I’m just kind of scared right now.

>>33752006
It's generally best of three, and we got an 11. I presume Conversation Is Go.

Totally unrelated to what we're doing, but is the guy that made the PDF thing here?

Something about it is bugging me; we don't know anything about how Verwelkens look. You said they have black horns and claws, but we don't actually know that. Just because we have black claws and stuff doesn't mean that they're Verwelken features. All of the demons we encountered who didn't know we're Corithis' daughter thought it was weird that we could do shadow stuff. The hallows too. Cordeliate said "you managed to get a Verwelken to work with you?!" when we shadow'd her sword and then was surprised when we answered "no, I'm a Verwelken". Moriah also said that we didn't look like any demon kind she knows about.

Also, now that we know that there's a type of angel that's just made of light, I think that Verwelkens might actually just be living shadows.

>>33752101
Oh, it's lower is better? Nice, I had forgotten what system Languid uses it seems, I thought we were aiming for high numbers for some reason.

>>33752068
There is an angel who will smite us if we slip up. I'd imagine there would be great deal of subconcious pressure on Sierra to not fuck up and lose the family she had been missing for so long. That's just my interpretation.

Still, it could be an outside source trying to drive us to suicide or rage so we would have to be put down.

>>33752131
>Re:Angel types
I think stygians are just mob of creatures like rats and things too, now that we know there's a birds angel.

>>33752068
It might be Philo messing with us. Maybe she managed to get another Belphegoran ally. This does look like emotion fuckery, so it would make sense.

Or maybe Waldo is making his move.

>>33752169
That's the best case scenario, combined with having to sleep glamoured up, but it's probably best to be paranoid. We still don;t really get the capabilities of everything around us, and for all we know this could be the result of Philo doing something strange to a landwell affecting our landmaster traits, or even just her dicking with us directly by virtue of her weird disconnected-from-reality powers

>>33752246
Belphegorans are common as fuck. We've seen so many of the damn things around here.

>>33752252
Maybe the landwell is here in this park and we'll be able to snatch it out from under her nose.

>>33752169
Speaking of, if this turns out to be nothing (or close enough as far as Sutt is concerned) how are we explaining this? We could probably pass it off as needing to get some air because we still get bad dreams about our past, plus taking the opportunity to see if we spot the landwell. If we do actually find the latter, probably want to get some backup to keep guard before we nab it though.

>>33752246
I don't think a Belph could keep up with us running blindly at full-speed, at least.

>>33752376
We don't have superhuman speed, just really good stamina. They might have +stam too.

Or they're hitting us with something that doesn't need to be constantly applied. Most of their powers seem to work like that. It's not a constant stream of depression, it's a ball. Same with Inflict Pain; it's not a constant stream of pain, they hit you and it stays hurting for a while after they fuck off.

So they might be able to keep up with us, but even if they can't they probably don't need to. Can probs just zap us and then catch up when we stop and zap us again.

>>33752068
Its really just reading as ptsd for me. Everything she's spazzing about has a direct trigger laid out in the paragraph. Sirens, blood on her hands, the taste and smell of it.

>>33752459
Dude, no, we're part Infernus, we hunt things with claws and teeth. The faux-vampires definitely aren't keeping up with out fulltime sprint thanks to stamina.
(disclaimer for fallacy anon: nothing in this post is a fact, just opinions.)

>>33752568
Thanks for the warning.
-fallacy anon

>>33752469
Which is sort of middle-tier unpleasantness, between just regular stress and supernatural dickholery. It seems pretty likely, and we probably need a little therapy to come to terms with some things.

It's been mentioned before that learning to distance ourselves from stuff is probably going to be key to managing our sanity meter. Some CBT or whatever to go with our demon yoga.

>>33752376
>>33752568
>>33752459
If you check the pastebin, it lists whether powers come from a mix, or specific bloodlines.
+Stam is infernus.

“Sorry,” you say, trying to keep your voice even. “I uh… I’m just kind of scared, I guess.”

There’s a pause. It seems like a long time, and you look up into the colorless stretch of plants and stuff before you, seeing all of it tremble slightly in the wind. Now that you’re not running anymore, the cold starts to get to you. You rub your arm with your other hand, and put your hood up.

“Are you all right?” Moriah asks, sounding more alert now. “I can get my father….”

“No, don’t,” you answer, shutting your eyes. “Just… don’t hang up.” You have a terrible headache coming out of nowhere. You don’t really say anything for a while, but you can just barely hear Moriah breathing on the other end of the line.

“Sierra?” she says. “Are you still there?”

“Yeah,” you answer quickly, almost before she’s done talking. You take a deep breath. Deep breaths are good, probably. “I just wanted to hear somebody.”

“Oh,” she answers, still confused. But she doesn’t question it. “All right.”

You both sit in silence for a while.

After a minute, Moriah speaks up again. “Do you want to talk about it?” she asks.

>No.
>Maybe later.
>Hey uh. Moriah? Pretend this never happened, okay?
>I think I’m good now.
>Sorry for the weird call.
>Thanks for answering. I’ll let you get back to sleep.
>Other (?)

>>33752568
That's not an opinion.

>>33752803
>Sorry for the weird call.

>>33752803
>Other (?)
"I have no idea why I am like this. I'm sorry. Don't hang up. Just... What did you do today?"

>>33752803
>>Sorry for the weird call.

>>33752844
Seconding.

>>33752803
>Maybe later.
>Sorry for the weird call.

"You're a good friend. I just want you to know that."

Rolled 96

>>33752844
third

>>33752844
Fourthed

>>33752803


>>33752844
I like this.

>>33752803
>Maybe later.
>Sorry for the weird call. I’ll let you get back to sleep.

>>33752803
Well, ARE we alright now, Languid?
>Sorry for the wierd call.
>I just, I couldn't sleep, and then I had to get out of my room, and then there was a siren, and then I was panicking, and then I ran, and I just... I just need someone right now.

If we can't talk about it, then
>Maybe later.

>>33752844
I'll go with this.

>>33752803

Fuck this >>33752927, changing my vote to >>33752844

Unanimous agreement? I guess anon feels safe around Moriah.

>>33753043
Well yeah, she is the waifu.

>>33752803

>>33752935
Changing this vote to >>33752844 as well.

>>33753043
We actually agree on something for once. >>33752844 did good.

>>33753100
Yeah, it's especially nice to see this after the earlier hostilities.

>>33753155
Hostilities were imagined.

>>33752803
>>No.
>>Maybe later.
>>Hey uh. Moriah? Pretend this never happened, okay?
>>I think I’m good now.
>>Sorry for the weird call.
>>Thanks for answering. I’ll let you get back to sleep.
pretty much all of them for this.

>>33753155
We all want the best for Sierra, we just don't always agree on what "the best" is.

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>>33752856
>>33752875
>>33752881
>>33752889
>>33752943
>>33752952
>>33753087
>>33753100

>>33753204
>>33753401
Don't get all mushy on me. It's not like I like you guys or anything.

>>33752844
Sounds good.

>>33753077
No, she ain't.

>>33753433
I'm just happy that my answer seems to have drawn unanimity.

>>33753454
Yeah, there's a difference between waifu and best friend, and Moriah is clearly the latter.

So, what's going on, Sierra feeling regret for never pursuing her feelings for Monster?

Guy did only die like a month ago.

But why not call Browan? Didn't wan't to make her feel bad about Sierra's reemerging feels?

>>33753668
No? She's having PTSD from killing a whole fuckton of innocent people retard

>>33753668
>But why not call Browan?
Didn't want to risk waking up the angel with a murderboner for demons

“I don’t know,” you say, feeling perhaps as confused as Moriah is right now. The prospect of being alone again, however, is not something you can bear right now. “I’m sorry. This isn’t… it’s not me right now. Don’t hang up. Just...” you fish around for something to say, anything to talk about. “What’d you do today?” you ask.

“Well I… Maviel had some of her things in an art show,” she says, picking up certainty as she speaks. “We went to that and visited with her. Waldric was there too. He’s looking better, but you know, he doesn’t recover like you do.”

“I bet,” you say, trying to smile. “How’d they… like the stuff? The people there.”

“I’m not sure. Her pieces didn’t seem to attract too much attention, but there were a couple critics that kept coming around to talk to Maviel about her work.”

“But that’s a good thing, right?”

“She draws inspiration from Drathinian styles,” she says. “It’s subtle. I think it’s too subtle, myself. But some people bought a couple of her paintings, so maybe I’m not a good judge.”

“Next time, maybe give me a call or something – I’ll have a look myself and let you know if you’re being snooty or if your sister’s just a snooty painter,” you say.

“I guess it slipped my mind,” says Moriah. “It seemed like a family thing, I don’t know.”

>>33753711
Meant like the gut pangs earlier hard, murder angst only started after she left.

>>33753750
She's been having murder angst since her latest blowing up session.

>>33753742

You and Moriah talk for a while. Eventually, you start feeling less shaky and more normal-ish again. (+1 Sanity: 81/100) (-6 Stress: 9/100) You feel like you should probably let her go. “Anyway,” you say, “sorry for the weird call. I’ll let you go back to sleep now.”

“It’s okay,” says Moriah. “Are you sure everything’s all right?”

“Yeah. Maybe I’ll tell you about it later,” you say. You don’t know what you might have done if she didn’t call you back. “You’re a good friend," you tell her. "Just so you know.”

You hear Moriah yawn on the other end of the phone. “Okay," she says. "Have a good night.”

“Yeah, good night,” you say. You hold off for a second, and then hang up.

You are alone in the park.

>Go home.
>Go on a journey of self-discovery.
>Call the Hallows and tell them you’re out, just so they don’t panic if they discover you’re gone.
>Other (?)

>>33753750
The sirens brought the memories back.

>>33753806
>Call the Hallows and tell them you’re out, just so they don’t panic if they discover you’re gone.
>Go on a journey of self-discovery.
In that order.

>>33753806
>>Go on a journey of self-discovery.

>>33753806
>Go home.

>>33753806
>Go home.

>>33753806
>>Go on a journey of self-discovery.
>>Call the Hallows and tell them you’re out, just so they don’t panic if they discover you’re gone.
BECAUSE SHINY

>Call the Hallows and tell them you’re out, just so they don’t panic if they discover you’re gone.
>Go on a journey of self-discovery.

We need to get a tracking collar or something.

Rolled 94

>>33753806
>Go home.
I wanna get back to school shenanigans soon.

>>33753806
>>Go on a journey of self-discovery.
Try not to beat yourself up.

>>33753806
>>Go on a journey of self-discovery.
>>Call the Hallows and tell them you’re out, just so they don’t panic if they discover you’re gone.

Text Rowan or something.

>>33753806
>Go on a journey of self-discovery.

>>33753806
Can we meditate or do some notyoga?
Otherwise
>Go home
I guesss
Even though I really want to go on a joirney of self-discovery, this is probably the better choice right now

>>33753806
>journey
>you're not about to let something like this have so much power over you. Master your guilt! You can do this! Yeah!
>except, you haven't really mastered anything at all. So many people are dead and you're chatting with your best friend who you woke in the middle of the night.

>>33753806
>Go on a journey of self-discovery.

>>33753878
This. At least someone in the household should know what we're up to.

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>>33752131
Went to be but couldn't sleep. So I'm here for a short while.

I agree with the verwelken thing. Sierra's horns and claws are actually mix, if I remember right. I just assumed because, well, empty looks like ass.

Verwelken being pure shadow could be a thing. Pretty cool idea but... how would they reproduce?

>>33753806
>>Go on a journey of self-discovery.

>>33754198
I dunno. How do the lightbeams fuck?

The answer is probable "magic".

>>33754198
>(Dread) Corithis
>(Dread)

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>>33753865
maybe we should try out for the soccer team

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>>33754262

>>33754198
it was mentioned by Harvey when we first met him that our claws (and I assumes this applies to the other physical inf traits as well) are black because of belph influence

>>33754255
That's what Ranthix called her, I'm fairly sure.

>>33754337
Yeah? Man, we need to read a book on demon and angel types.

Information aside, you guys have preference how the pdf should be written? More dull and informative like with the demon types or more personal, Sierra-like like with dramatis personae?

>>33754391
I thought you were trying to indicate that she's dead and made a typo, since you didn't mention her deceased status anywhere else.

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>>33754262
Yeah, or swimming team. We'd be super good at that!

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>>33754432
I think our best bet would be the not-murder-people club.

>>33754337
He didnt actually mention anything about them being black because we are part belph.
What he said was
>“Black claws?” Harvey says. “Not just red claws, right? So you’re some kind of infernus then, maybe with a little belphegoran mixed in.”

>>33754409
Dramatis personae mortuus for that. Vivo for living folks. Guess I was being too fancy.

I don't know latin at all. Best I can is 40k tier stuff.

>>33754472
This reminds me how everyone keeps getting surprised how we have verwelken blood in us. It seems to be, well, impossible - especially for a hellborn. I hope we get to know why exactly that is.

And I don't think it's because we might explode.

I'm goin to bed now guys, please don't die

>>33754548
But it is because of that, at least partially.
Isaac also said that there aren't many wervelkan mixes in the first places, most either going insane, or straight up dying early.

>>33754559
You were Sierra's only hope, man. I hope you get nightmares over her horrid death.

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I wonder if these guys start showing up if we hit less than 50 sanity

>>33754595
Yeah, that I remember. What bothers me is how even demons react to it so strongly.

Maybe it's because how verwelken themselves are? Maybe they're really super weird or spooky or impossible or something. Pure shadow, like one Anon said. It feels like something's amiss.

>>33754648
Dude no. Those horrors should exist in only one quest, and Sierra isn't drunk and noir enough for that shit.

>>33754548
Going along with the "living shadows" thing, I think people are actually thinking about the logistics of it vis a vis "where the fuck did they put it in?"

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>>33754681
She almost went down that suicidal path, languid even confirmed it.

This movie is full of suicidal imagery

>>33754738
So you want to become the Imperiate of Halth and then reshape all planes as you see fit?

>>33754648
>>33754738
What am I looking at?

>>33754788
Why not?

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>>33754819
Personified self loathing

>>33754819
Madokashit

>>33754819
Clara dolls from Madoka Magica Rebellion. Basically what
>>33754855
said.

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So, what do you think Verwelken look like?

I have to go in a couple minutes, unfortunately. This next update is going to be a long one, and I don't want to cut it short.

So, next thread tomorrow at 4:00 PM MST.

>>33755098
Care to say whether we picked going home or adventure?

>>33755098
Thanks for running, Lawnguy

>>33755117

Votes were for journey.

Thing is, good journeys require more than a couple paragraphs to get the point across.