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She's twisted in the air so she's leaning towards you, her chin in her hands and her elbows propped against nothing. That firey tail of hers seems to twirl and twist upwards, vanishing into the night sky. You note that her pupils seem to be little roiling balls of fire surrounded by pitch black, they almost remind you of little miniature suns. Considering the Aurora Borealis is currently swirling through her chest cavity that might not be so far fetched.

>Explain the story of your most recent death and resurrection. Leave it vague, just say one moment you were bleeding out on the ground and the next you were up and walking around.
>Mention going for a walk to distract yourself from the fact your wife just left you, leave out the murder thing.
>Just say you were looking for your dog and noticed the trail of blood.
>Write-in

Tentative Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/2Pq9VM9q

>>34489759
>Full disclosure, vent at the princess

>>34489759

>Explain the story of your most recent death and resurrection. Leave it vague, just say one moment you were bleeding out on the ground and the next you were up and walking around.

No real need to leave it vague. It's not like she can tell anyone, and it'll stop problems later. Also mention that our dog's hurt. No one worth knowing can ignore a hurt dog!

>>34489759
I bet shes just a kid who got treated like a princess by her dad before she got killed

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>>34489781
>*Insinuations that Seamen are gay.

Wasn't this gonna be a oneshot?

>>34489759
>Explain the story of your most recent death and resurrection. Leave it vague, just say one moment you were bleeding out on the ground and the next you were up and walking around.
The big scary corpse conglomerate told us that if we told anyone about it he'd do some bad shit to us.

>>34490011
Banished Quest will resume on Monday and I'll relegate this to the back burner/end this quest depending on where we are.

>>34489781
We are shit at everything except not being lost

>>34490012
>>34489875
>>34489842
>Explain
Writin'

>>34490111
Why do we own a weapon meant to be used in a vacuum?

>>34490163
It's the same model as the pistols you used in the Navy. Bought it mostly for nostalgia's sake after you retired.

>>34490240
Why did the navy use weaponry meant to be used in a vacuum?

>>34490292
Because it's a space navy, duh.

Kinda a bad time to run a quest, what with Totemist and AEQ up at the same time.

>>34490012

He said that if we told any mortal... I don't think she counts.

"Funny story, that. Pretty sure I died, but here I am walking around." You hesitate before continuing, curious to see if this spirit counts as a 'mortal'. "Had to sell my soul or something to a figure composed of corpses in order to get back up again,-" Good so far, no unimaginably horrible pain. "-but them's the breaks." She rest a sympathetic hand on your shoulder, you would've expected it to burn your flesh or something but it doesn't hurt. "How did you die? Did those filthy commoners stab you in the back too?"

"Actually no, I was just walking my dog around the neighborhood to distract me from my troubles and the next thing I know I stumble upon my coworker mutilating a corpse in the woods. Guy shot me three-" You pause to think back on your memories of the encounter. Was it three or four? "Well, three-ish times. Bastard even kicked my dog-" You gesture towards Sally. "-So I was going to clean myself up and take her to the vet."

Flames seem to spark to life in the blackness of her sclera, warmth radiating off of her in waves. "How dare he! Betray a compatriot! Mutilate a corpse! Abuse an animal! It's not right!" She soars away from you, looping gracefully through the air before coming to an abrupt stop high above you. "Point me in the direction of this villain, sir! I shall defend your honor and free you to attend to your loyal hound! No mortal could withstand the wrath of a spirit such as I!"

This would probably be intimidating if you hadn't just been stood up before the embodiment of Death himself. As is, it's just kind of funny. If she had legs and wasn't soaring through the air she could be mistaken for a little kid in a halloween costume.

>Tell her that's really not necessary, you'll handle the man yourself.
>Ask her to look around the area for a skeletal man with heavy bags under his eyes.
>That's real nice of her and all, but you really need to get your dog to a vet. Maybe later.
>Write-in

>>34490807
>It's not really necessary, and I'm not too worried about it as of right now; at least, not with Sally in such dire need of the vet.

We could ask her to tag along, though.

>>34490807
>That's real nice of her and all, but you really need to get your dog to a vet. Maybe later.

>>34490807


>That's real nice of her and all, but you really need to get your dog to a vet. Maybe later.

I appreciate the offer to help, but my first priority has to be my dog and I don't want to accidentally get the wrong person. I'll deal with him myself after my dog's taken care of. If you want to help then, I would be honored to have you there.

>>34490807
>That's real nice of her and all, but you really need to get your dog to a vet. Maybe later.

>That's real nice and all
Writin'

>>34490807
Can't we just ask her to come with us, and that both of us'll go after him?

>>34491436
Totally would've been viable.

>>34491466

I think that basically is what we were asking, with the whole "help us deal with it later" bit. Otherwise we would have chosen the "Do it ourself" option.

>>34491466
Technically we have 3 people asking for that now. Eh? Eeeeeh?

You hold up your hands in mock surrender. "That's real nice and all, I really appreciate the offer, but I think right now I just need to focus on getting my dog taken care of." She seems to deflate. "What? How can you be so blasé? The man has wronged you! He must be dealt with immediately!" Why does this little ghost girl feel so strongly about it, anyway? It's not like it happened to her. "I'll deal with the man in my own time. If you'd like to help when the time comes, I'd be honored to have you."

She considers this for a moment before nodding her head firmly. "Very well, what is your name so that I might remember you when the time comes?" Shouldn't she just be able to remember you anyway? "Donovan Murphy, or just Don." She folds her arms in front of her chest. "Well, Donovan. At sunset on the eve of your revenge you need only call my name and I shall be at your side to deliver swift and violent punishment to the foul man who wounded you!"

She thrust her hand towards you, presumably to shake. You reach to meet her, but hesitate. A strange sort of air has filled the clearing you're standing in. An unbearable weight has set itself upon your shoulders as if this simple handshake is of unreasonably great import.

>Shake hands, what could go wrong?
>Try to politely extricate yourself from the situation without agreeing to anything.
>On second thought, maybe you should push for more? Ask her to tag along with you for a while.
>Write-in

>>34491594
Oh yeah, we can make deals with ghosts, shake her hand she gets nothing out the deal so we don't have to worry

>>34491594
eh seems like a one time deal. Let's suggest a parnership. We'll fight crime together, among other thing.

>>34491594

>Shake hands, what could go wrong?
>On second thought, maybe you should push for more? Ask her to tag along with you for a while.

First off, I have to chose the "what could go wrong" option, because, what could go wrong? Other then that, offer to let her come with us if she wants. I mean, she seems like she could stand to get out more, and we could use someone that has some idea of how all this shit works, even if they are bat shit crazy!

>>34491594
>On second thought, maybe you should push for more? Ask her to tag along with you for a while.

>>34491594
Shake hands.
We don't need to keep her around for longer, with the whole deal about cannibalism and mutilation that we have to do monthly. I get a feeling she'd not agree.

>>34491642
>>34491989
>>34491828
>Shake Hands

>>34491770
>>34491828
>>34491954
>Ask for something more long-term/ask her to tag along.

You'll agree to the deal first, and then offer her a chance to tag along in a non-binding fashion.

>>34491989

I have the feeling that if they were "villains" she would have no problem with it, but it doesn't make a big difference to me either way.

You grasp her hand and immediately pain shoots up your arm. Your hand feels like it's on fire. On instinct you jerk your hand out of her grasp and clutch it close to your chest, seething. The pain subsides quickly, but your hand still aches horribly. She 'hmphs' haughtily as you examine the charred black mark on your palm. It's a perfect circle, at the center of which lies a throbbing red pustule. In a way, it reminds you of the spirit's eyes.

The girl's voice distracts you from examining the mark on your palm. "The least you could do is show proper gratitude! It is not every day royalty deigns to interact with her subjects!" Since when were you her subject? Last you checked Russia was on the opposite side of the planet, more or less. "Look 'Princess', this isn't Russia. What the hell did you do to my hand?" She waves a hand dismissively. "I don't know! You're the first human I've met who can see me! Why don't you tell me, Mr 'Oooh, look at my fancy corporeal body'!?"

Hesitantly, you poke and prod at the mark, testing to see if the flesh was weak or raw. After the initial jolt of pain you seem to be fine. Any damage to the skin is purely cosmetic and the burn itself no longer hurts, even when you pick at it. After a minute or so it starts to recede, eventually fading to the point that you can barely see it. Perhaps this is simply a sign that you've made a contract?

Once you've calmed down you stuff your burned hand into the pocket of your hoodie. "Well, I don't think it's anything in particular to worry about, at the moment at least. If you wanted to you could follow me to the vet to drop off my dog." She doesn't look at you, instead keeping her nose pointed skyward, but when you start to hobble off towards your home she follows you. It seems you'll have company.

(1/2)

It doesn't take you long to make your way around the trail back to your home. Really, the last stretch is the hardest as it's almost purely up hill. It's only twelve before midnight when you finally stumble through the back door into your kitchen and pry your jogging shoes off. You know there's a vet in the square open 24/7, so you're not paritcularly pressed for time.

>Shower, change clothes, and then head for the vet.
>Just wash your face and change into a new hoodie.
>Maybe Sally's injury can wait until tomorrow, hit the hay.
>Write-in

>>34492710
>>Just wash your face and change into a new hoodie.

Need to get Sally there quickly, but we can't have anyone ask questions about the gunshots.

>>34492710
>Just wash your face and change into a new hoodie.

>>34492710
>Just wash your face and change into a new hoodie.

>>34492710
>Just wash your face and change into a new hoodie.

And new pants I hear people tend to shit themselves when they get killed or is that a myth?

>Scrub the blood off and pull on a new hoodie
Writin'

>>34492710
>>Just wash your face and change into a new hoodie.

Banana and coffee. The breakfast of every veteran student/worker/square.

>>34492710
>Just wash your face and change into a new hoodie.

>>34492943
>Banana and Coffee
>Not Bagel and Hot Chocolate

>>34492943
>>34493023
>Not fried egg and black coffee

>>34493023
Get out of my face East Coast scum. You may have invented the morning rush, but we West Coasters perfected it.

>>34493042
No one cares Mid-West.

>>34493066
Ah your a west coast native? That explains your horrible taste.

East coast best girl

>>34493309
No its not.

>>34493066
>west coast
go away libshit

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You make your way out of the kitchen and into the foyer, where the stairs up to the second story lie. The stairs prove a daunting challenge but you manage it, the stiffness is only just starting to leave your legs. You struggle out of your hoodie and toss it on the ground next to your bed. You half expect Claire to scold you for being a slob, the house really does feel cripplingly lonely without her around.

Well, that's not entirely true. You can hear Sally whining downstairs. She probably didn't want to brave the steps and is laying on the ground floor, waiting for you. Plus, there is a most likely insane fire spirit staring at you with no small amount of fascination. You push open the door to the master bath and flick on the light. You catch sight of yourself in one of the mirrors and immediately a sense of panic overwhelms you.

Branded in the absolute center of your forehead is a large symbol. You get closer, practically pressing your face against the glass to get a look at it. It appears to be a triskele nested within an ouroboros. You have to admit, you're not particularly familiar with what either symbol means. You're pretty sure the ouroboros is something about immortality, but you're not certain.

It doesn't hurt, and when you rub your hand across the brand it feels smooth. You suppose you could pass it off as a tattoo- "Why are your rubbing your forehead?" Anastasia's voice seems to come from right next to your ear, and you jump despite yourself. You didn't see her in the mirror, but when you turn she's right there. You gesture towards the symbol. "Most people don't have giant marks like this one on their head, at least not where I'm from." You deliver the line wryly but the girl just looks confused. "What mark? It's just skin."
(1/2)

You squint, and then turn your attention once more towards the mirror. You hold up the hand with the mark burned into the palm and find that, in the mirror, it appears perfectly normal. Of course, that doesn't explain why you can still see the ouroboros, but you do find yourself wondering whether or not anyone else would be able to see it.

>Grab a hat before you leave, just to be safe.
>Nothing like a trial by fire. If people stare at you like a crazy person you'll know it's visible.
>Write-in

Gonna make dinner real quick. Back momentarily.

>>34493661
>Grab a hat before you leave, just to be safe.

>>34493661
>Grab a hat before you leave, just to be safe. Make a note to not sell yourself into servitude anymore

>>34493661
>>Nothing like a trial by fire. If people stare at you like a crazy person you'll know it's visible.

You know what? Fuck it. We're in the future. Probably cog-boys and gene-modders walking around like it ain't no thang.

>>34493661
>Grab a hat before you leave, just to be safe.

>>34493661
>>Nothing like a trial by fire. If people stare at you like a crazy person you'll know it's visible.
Hey, better now than at our first day on the job.

>>34493661

>Nothing like a trial by fire. If people stare at you like a crazy person you'll know it's visible.

>>34493661
>Grab a hat before you leave, just to be safe.
What kind of hat?

>>34494104
>>34493742
>>34493723
>>34493690
>Hats.

>>34493778
>>34493756
>>34493726
>Trial by fire.

Writin'

You shake your head slowly, you'll need to dig up one of your old caps to obscure this thing just in case. In the meantime you duck your head down and splash water over your face. It doesn't take long to get the dried blood rubbed off and you move on to washing off the blood on your chest and abdomen. Its even soaked into your shorts, you suppose that's what happens when you get shot repeatedly.

You wander back into your bedroom and pull open your chest of drawers, sifting through until you find a pair of jeans and an old baggy hoodie. You kick off your shorts and quickly garb yourself, trying to ignore the fact a creature composed solely of fire and light is watching you the whole while. After that you throw open your closet door and dig around until you find an old ratty baseball cap with the VCU Rams logo emblazoned across it.

Thusly garbed you pull on a pair of shoes, grab your keys, and jog downstairs to where Sally lays in the foyer. She struggles to get up, but can't seem to quite manage it. You hoist her up into your arms as gently as you can manage, careful to avoid shifting her ribs around too much. You figure after getting kicked in the side like she was a broken rib makes the most sense as far as injuries go. You pick your way round the broken glass to the open front door and across the yard to your sedan. You'd take the convertable, but somehow a sports car just doesn't seem appropriate for taking your pet to the ER.
(1/2)

Anastasia's head pops through the roof of the car directly in front of you. "What are you doing? We are taking your pet to the hospital, aren't we?" You look at her oddly for a moment. Mainly because she just passed through metal like it wasn't even there. "Yes. This is a car. It gets us mortals places faster." She scrunches up her face in confusion. "Why not simply step there?" Step? The hell does she mean? "You mean walk? It's not really within-" She shakes her head. "No, I mean step. Watch." She drifts away from the car, stopping perhaps twenty feet in front of it. The very next instant she vanishes.

You look around for a moment, but don't see her anywhere. You hear her voice from beside you. "Like that, step." You jump, once more despite yourself. Shoving your key into the ignition you start the car, barely paying her any mind. "Humans can't do that, we're sort of rooted in one location." Anastasia scoffs. "That must be terribly boring. Very well then, show me how this 'car' works."

You press the accelerator and the car jerks into motion. You've always had a bit of a lead foot, but you're regretting it now. Sally whines loudly as she's jostled in the back seat. You make a point of being a lot more careful on the way down the moutain and towards the town proper.

>Ask Anastasia how long she's been dead.
>Ask her what else she knows about spirits.
>Ask something else.
>Just drive, you'll have time for questions later and you don't want to be distracted.

>>34494641

>Ask her what else she knows about spirits.

>>34494641
>>Ask her what else she knows about spirits.

>>34494641
>Ask Anastasia how long she's been dead.

>>34494641
>Ask Anastasia how long she's been dead.
>Ask her what else she knows about spirits.

I'll write for both.

A fairly awkward silence descends upon the car as you drive. As the silence drags on, you try to think of ways to spark up conversation with a dead girl, or a creature that claims to be a dead girl. "Sooo... how long have you been dead?" You cringe internally. Probably not the best way to start a conversation, but Anastasia doesn't seem to take offense. "Four hundred years, or about that. To be honest I haven't been keeping rigorous track."

Damn, that's a long time to be dead. Assuming she is who she says she is, of course. You still don't quite believe she's the ghost of some long-dead Princess. "Well if you've been dead that long, you must know quite a bit about spirits." She nods her head curtly. "I don't consider myself any sort of expert but I'm most certainly knowledgable." You wait for a moment for her to elaborate, but she doesn't. "Well, what can you tell me about them? Just in general, that is."

She cocks her head to the side contemplatively. "Well... by and large my kind are coniving and cruel. I, of course, am neither. I am a benevolent and enlightened ruler, or I will be once I have all of those dirty communist's heads on pikes." You almost don't have the heart to tell her the Soviet Union fell hundreds of years ago. "Other spirits, the dimwitted ones, are glorified animals. They do as their instincts dictate. Some seek to consume the flesh of the living, others only to be alone, and others to defend their territory. It's really a grab bag with them. They're usually weak willed though, and can easily be subsumed."

(1/3)

The buildings are starting to become denser, you're in the town proper now. It won't be much longer before you reach the vet's office. "What does that mean, subsumed?" She claps her hands together. "Ah, right! A spirit grows in power by consuming the essence of another. Some actually latch onto humans and feed on their essence, but this ultimately hurts their development. Spirits are a much more potent source. Plus the human usually kills themself, or something." She waves a hand dismissively. "Anyway, subsuming another spirit basically means breaking down its will to the point that it loses cohesion, then you can absorb it." A sort of sadistic glee that you find disconcerting creeps into her voice. You're... not really sure what to think about that.

You're starting to notice other spirits the further into town you go. One of them appears as a great mosquito, its probuscis shoved deep into the back of a woman's neck. Another a squirming larvae the size of a truck filling an alleyway. You see a creature with two scythe-like arms phase out of a storefront and dash across the street. Innumerable smaller, almost shapeless spirits flit through the air or hover around street lamps. They seem drawn to light.

Finally you pull into a parking space in front of the vet's office. The parking lot is abandoned, but the lights are on. You climb out of the car and hoist Sally into your arms as gently as you can, carrying her into the office. You find the lobby completely empty save for a woman sitting behind the desk, as soon as she sees you she stands up. "What happened?" Genuine concern fills her voice, it's sort of comforting. "I was jogging and a man came running out of the woods. He kicked her in the ribs when she growled at him." It's a white lie, sure, but it's not like you can tell her the truth.

(2/3)

She presses a button and a moment later two orderlies come rushing through the double doors with a stretcher. They gently lift Sally out of your arms and strap her down, you try to follow them into the back but one of them stops you, slurring something about no owners beyond this point. You're not sure if he's drunk or has a speech impediment or what. You glance towards the lady at the front desk, but she just smiles apologetically.

You note with some relief that nobody seems to notice either the hovering fire-woman behind you or the giant mark on your forehead, or if they do they're not saying anything.

>You're not abandoning your dog! Follow anyway!
>Fine, no need to cause a scene. Just pop a squat in the waiting area.
>Write-in

>>34495751
>>You're not abandoning your dog! Follow anyway!

>>34495751
this is very weed waifu, i like it

>Fine, no need to cause a scene. Just pop a squat in the waiting area.
But silently panic about everyone knowing we're high for sure.

>>34495751
>Fine, no need to cause a scene. Just pop a squat in the waiting area.

>>34495751
>Fine, no need to cause a scene. Just pop a squat in the waiting area.
Calling it now, animal spirits are going to attack us.

>>34495751
If we can make deals with spirits, could we make a deal with a spirit still inhabiting its body? I wanna go to a crossroads and make deals with people

>>34496041
>I wanna go to a crossroads and make deals with people
Eeeey buddy, how much you want for that soul of yours?

>Pop a squat
Writin'

>>34496041
Not that you know of, but you're new to this.

>>34496131
So yes? Alright guys lets go make drunks agree to stupid deals and have them be actually bound to do them, otherwise their soul gets ripped the fuck out of their body

>>34496170
>Hey, hey. You. Guy. Listen. I'll bet your soul that you can't jump your car over that river
>OH YEAH!? Watch me!

>I'm having some second thoughts about this...
>You agreed.

>>34496211
>we die after years of this shit
>spooky skeleton is impressed

>>34496236
>>34496211
Next thing you know you'll be picking up the fiddle and going down to Georgia.

>>34496292
>Fiddle
>Not the Oud
Plebs

>>34496292
And then we will roll a nat 1 and that little hick faggot will get his fiddle of gold

You grumble, but grab a seat regardless. You should've brought your phone, could've browsed the internet while you wait. The woman at the desk sits down a short while later and goes back to furiously typing away at her keyboard. The hell is she doing that's so pressing? You tap your foot impatiently as the minutes drag on. You're only snapped out of your worried angst by the sound of Anastasia's voice.

"There is a spirit here. Powerful." You glance over to where she pretends to sit in the chair next to you. You say pretends to sit because though her firey tail is tucked under the seat demurely she still floats about an inch or so off of the seat. You open your mouth to respond, but spare a glance towards the lady at the desk. You don't really want to look like you're talking to yourself. "It's not very smart though..." Anastasia grins wickedly. "I'll be back soon~ Don't do anything drastic while I'm gone."

>Let her go. How is it your problem what spirits she consumes?
>Ask where the bathroom is, follow Anastasia to make sure she doesn't fuck anything up.
>Try to talk her down, you don't want some spirit battle tearing up the vet clinic when your dog is being treated.
>Write-in

>>34496447
>Ask where the bathroom is, follow Anastasia to make sure she doesn't fuck anything up.

>>34496447
>Try to talk her down, you don't want some spirit battle tearing up the vet clinic when your dog is being treated.

>>34496447
>Ask where the bathroom is, follow Anastasia to make sure she doesn't fuck anything up.

>>34496447
>>Try to talk her down, you don't want some spirit battle tearing up the vet clinic when your dog is being treated.
Inbe4 Sally become some kind of helldog

>>34496447
>Ask where the bathroom is, follow Anastasia to make sure she doesn't fuck anything up.

>>34496669
As long as she still loves us and is still sally I'll be fine with it, also the slurring might have been us noticing an possession or some shit

>Where's the bathroom?
Writin'

>tfw starting to like this more than banished

>>34496795
>tfw you want both but you know you cant have it

As Anastasia drifts off deeper into the veterinary clinic you stand up. "Uh, excuse me." The lady behind the desk jumps, blushing deeply. That's an... odd reaction. The hell did you interrupt? "Where is the bathroom?" She clears her throat. "Through the double doors, on your left. Don't go wandering off back there! I wouldn't want to send the orderlies after you." She frowns seriously, but honestly after meeting the embodiment of Death itself a chubby, soft spoken, middle aged woman isn't exactly intimidating.

You slip through the doorway, looking for any sign of Anastasia. You see a few small drops of blood dotting the ground in front of you, but they vanish into the wall directly in front of you. You find a door quickly enough and find it's the operating theater. Peeking inside you don't see anyone, so you slip through the doorway before anyone walks by. It wasn't even locked, that seems a tad unprofessional.

Drops of blood, and a small pool sitting on the operating table itself. Bottles, jars, and apparatuses litter the shelves and countertops. The drips continue past the operating table, into a room labeled 'morgue'. Sheesh, it's a little morbid that they'd attach the morgue to the operating theater. Really doesn't inspire confidence in their ability. You try the doorhandle, but find it locked. Why would they lock the morgue but not the operating theater? What kind of vet is this?

>Look for a key.
>Try to break the lock, the door is just plastic.
>Try to find a way to slip into the back alley and find a window.
>Write-in

>>34497109
I feel like we do weird shit to people now that we are a spirit man

>>34497183
Or the place is fishy as fuck.
>>34497109
Look for a key, if that fails, try sneaking in via back alley. Though I doubt morgue'd have a window.

>>34497109
>Look for a key.

Writin' for
>Look for a key

Actually, roll me 3d10. DC is 12. No mods.

Rolled 8, 9, 1 = 18 (3d10)

>>34497722
Rollan.

Rolled 4, 2, 9 = 15 (3d10)

>>34497722

Rolled 3, 5, 2 = 10 (3d10)

>>34497722

>>34497749
>>34497767
>>34497822
>18, 15, 10
>Success!

You glance around the room briefly, trying to spot any likely places to stow a key. You sift through a few drawers but don't find anything of particular note. In one cabinet you find a truly innordinate number of vials filled with a white powder. Checking the label, you see it's Ketamine. Why would an urban veterinary clinic have this much horse tranquilizer? That's suspicious as all hell.

You keep sifting through the room, pushing aside bottles, checking inside jars, feeling along the tops of door frames. You do find a key on top of one of the cabinets, but it won't fit inside the morgue's lock. Your attention is repeatedly drawn to the pool of glowing blood on top of the operating table. It's slowly losing its radiance and fading away as time passes. You decide to investigate the table in more detail, sifting through the little drawers and cabinets.

Eventually you come to a locked drawer, after jimmying it about a few times an idea comes to you. Retrieving the key you found on top of the cabinet, you plug it into the lock and twist. You're relieved to see it slide open, and more than a little unsettled by what you find.

Fat wads of cash, all packed in neatly. There's five of them in all, and pulling the rubberband off of one you start to count through the stack. It's mostly twenties, but there are a few fives, ones, and even a few fifties and hundreds. Once you've finished counting you find that this particular wad totaled up to five grand. You quickly reroll the stack and fasten the rubber band around it.

>Take the money, that's twenty five grand!
>This is drug money, you don't want any part of that. What if they come looking for it?
>Write-in

>>34498016
>Take the money, that's twenty five grand!
Literally more than our life's savings. Steal that shit.

>This is drug money, you don't want any part of that. What if they come looking for it?
>Write-in
I don't believe we're serously hurting for cash, and we just got a new job. It seems like taking this will cause more problems than not.

>>34498016
>Take the money, that's twenty five grand!
Again we return to Banished quest tactics

>>34498016
>This is drug money, you don't want any part of that. What if they come looking for it?
We literally just got a new job that is supposed to make us rich as fuck and we start tomorrow, even if our coworker killed us.
Fuck, I just realized that we don't die, even when you kill us!

>>34498016
>This is drug money, you don't want any part of that.
>Got to find Anastasia and Sally!

>>34498016
>Take the money, that's twenty five grand!
We can use this money to trade for some poor saps soul

>>34498016
>This is drug money, you don't want any part of that. What if they come looking for it?

Taking drug money is a seriously bad idea it's usually more trouble than its worth. Literally.

>>34498121
>>34498203
>>34498159
>>34498170
>Leave it

>>34498174
>>34498134
>>34498134
>>34498093
>Take it

Writin'

>>34498272
For what though?
Its tied

>>34498280
Wow, that was really weird. How did I link correctly but count incorrectly?

Anyway, Final Destination vote, hopefully this breaks the tie. If not, I'll roll 1d2 for it.

Vote
1
To take the dough.

Vote
2
To NOPE the fuck out.

>>34498331
1

>>34498331
2

>>34498331
2

>>34498331
2

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>>34498159
You lost me

>>34498331
2

>>34498331
2

>>34498331
2

>>34498331
2

>>34498348
>1

>>34498349
>>34498351
>>34498366
>>34498394
>>34498402
>>34498431
>>34498448
>2

Alright.

Soma-sama! Soma-sama! What are you listening to right now?

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>>34498159
>>34498390
Have the feeling we can still die though maybe even harder than before

>>34498592
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TR1AKXvlAVY
Gooble gobble gooble gobble

>>34498651
Why are you such a fucking hipster?

>>34498593
Isn't that actually a Japanese saying or some shit?

>>34498651
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7M9wtEAEx9Y&app=desktop

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You shut the drawer quietly and lock it again, leaving the money untouched. After placing the key back on top of the cabinet. That done, you carefully peak outside of the operating theater and, upon confirming that the hallway is empty, slip out. You're clearly not going to find a key in the OR, time to look around for an exit.

It doesn't take you long to find a fire escape. It's even one of those old models attached by the wire. You creep up and carefully jerk the wire out of the alarm box. An old trick you learned in high school to make skipping class easier. You slip out of the fire escape without triggering the alarm and find yourself in the alleyway behind the vet's office.

Much to your surprise, you find it populated. Namely by Anastasia and a massive buck with a flaming skull for a head. The buck charges, and Anastasia soars into the air. She shoots a blast of fire from her hand but it just roils around the buck, the creature doesn't even seem to notice. At least Anastasia has the advantage of maneuverability. She notices you standing in front of the doorway and soars down, stopping right in front of you. "Quick!" She sounds panicked. That doesn't strike you as a good thing. "Distract it! I'll attack it from behind!"

She zips off without allowing you time to answer. The buck lowers its head, scuffing its hoof against the pavement. Shit, this isn't good.

>Fuck it, RUN!
>Uh, uh, try to dodge to the side!
>RIP AND TEAR ITS GUTS!
>Write-in

Roll regardless of choice. 3d10, DC and modifiers vary.

Rolled 2, 3, 1 = 6 (3d10)

>>34498903
Bugger.

Rolled 9, 10, 5 = 24 (3d10)

>>34498903
Ruh roh
>Dodge

Rolled 7, 8, 9 = 24 (3d10)

>>34498903

>Uh, uh, try to dodge to the side!

I was tempted to test out the rip and tear one, but not in the vet office that our dog's getting checked out in.

Rolled 4, 8, 10 = 22 (3d10)

>>34498903
>>RIP AND TEAR ITS GUTS!

Rolled 4, 2, 9 = 15 (3d10)

>>34498903
>>Uh, uh, try to dodge to the side!

Deer can't turn for shit. Uh, the fleshy ones that is. One's that aren't reverse Ghost rider.

>>34498903
>Uh, uh, try to dodge to the side!

>>34498903
>RIP AND TEAR ITS GUTS!

>>34498884
I don't know what the fuck was Yasha was a ninja?

>>34498993
>>34498976
>>34498970
>>34498965
>Dodge!

>>34498971
>>34499030
>RIP AND TEAR!

>>34498927
>>34498965
>>34498970
>10, 28, 28 vs DC 20 (+4 mod from Athletics)
>Success!

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>>34498728
The Japanese say a lot of things

>>34498728
It's a phrase in Japanese that doesn't translate well.

It's actuality more like "He wouldn't die even if we beat him half to dead."

>>34499044
Yasha was a space cyborg ninja cowboy

>>34499084
Damn auto-correct, <actually>

To be more specific, the phrase means something along the lines of:
<beating someone excessively to the point where they are almost dead>
Think of beating someone beat enough to send him to the hospital and not be sure if he would make it.

The beast charges you and you dance to the side more or less on instinct. It shoots by you at an impossible speed, the heat enough to make you uncomfortable even thoughit only shot past. You find yourself suddenly behind it, but you don't have an opportunity to capitalize on that before Anastasia has swooped in and grabbed ahold of its antlers.

The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end and the scent of ozone seems to fill the air. You're not sure what she did, but the buck rears back and bays loudly. It violently whips its head back and forth and Anastasia loses her grip, flying through the near-by wall back into the veterinary clinic. The buck whips around, looking for Anastasia, but instead it finds you. Once more the beast charges, and you duck to the side. It sweeps by you, the heat enough to burn you even from a distance. Its back is once more to you, and you don't see Anastasia anywhere, this might be your chance...

>Dash back into the vet clinic, this thing is way too powerful for you to deal with.
>Leap onto its back and try to wrestle it into the ground, use that CQC training the Navy taught you.
>Write-in

>>34499321
>>Leap onto its back and try to wrestle it into the ground, use that CQC training the Navy taught you.
Back off if the heat becomes to intense, however.

Forgot to mention, NEED DOSE DICE

Rolled 2, 10, 2 = 14 (3d10)

>>34499321

>Leap onto its back and try to wrestle it into the ground, use that CQC training the Navy taught you.

Why not? I kind of want to see what we can do.

>>34499321
>Leap onto its back and try to wrestle it into the ground, use that Space CQC training the Navy taught you.

Rolled 8, 3, 1 = 12 (3d10)

>>34499321
>>Leap onto its back and try to wrestle it into the ground, use that CQC training the Navy taught you.

Ugh. Can't let the drug dealing veternerians into this. Hey, maybe they have guns?

Rolled 6, 2, 10 = 18 (3d10)

>>34499321

I voted, now I'm rolling.

Rolled 1, 3, 9 = 13 (3d10)

>>34499321
Wrestle that shit nigga

>>34499381
>>34499408
>>34499411
>>34499425
>WRASTLE

>>34499408
>>34499425
>>34499446
>18, 16, 22 vs DC 18
>Barely a success!

>>34499509

Dude, you call it barely a success, I call it 2 vys away from a great success!

>>34499565
For this quest, Soma took away the concept of Vys and the concept of Great Successes/Failures

>>34499590
Great success are gone too? I only remember great failures being removed, but I suppose that would only be fair.

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>>34499590
It's a joke ya' gaumless trog-flogging, progeny of curs. Roll with it.

>>34499653
Being green is suffering.

You're not really thinking anymore, just acting at this point. In a fit of either bravery or stupidity you leap onto the back of the creature and grab onto its horns. Apparently your weight is enough to send it toppling over. Unfortunately it doesn't go quietly, you feel one of its flaming horns gouge into your shoulder and a hoof kick your shin. You think something might've fractured, but you have little time to consider that. You drive its head into the pavement, grinding its nose to the rough asphalt.

You punch the creature in its skeletal face repeatedly, until your knuckles bleed and your skin chars. Unfortunately your assault proves insufficient to subdue the beast. It drives its horns into your chest and jerks its head forward, carrying you off of its back. The horns leave little cauterized holes in your flesh, and as you hit the ground the beast stands. You note that its face is spiderwebbed with cracks, so at least you've done some damage.

Oddly you feel a power building deep inside you, brought on by anger, pain, and fear. It wells up from your core, into your throat. Just as it builds to an untennable point Anastasia charges out of the wall and wraps her hands around its horns again. It immediately rears back, bellowing loudly in pain and anger. Anastasia shouts as the beast wrenches its head back and forth. "Quickly! Hit its belly!"

>Order the creature to submit.
>Do as Anastasia ask, hit it with all you've got.
>Write-in

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>>34499678
What do you expect from a chapter that got their arses kicked by meat jellyfish? http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Grief_Bringers

Good against Imperial Fists though.

Rolled 7, 8, 5 = 20 (3d10)

>>34499778
>>Do as Anastasia ask, hit it with all you've got.

FIST BINDER, GO!

>>34499778
>Do as Anastasia ask, hit it with all you've got.

>>34499778
>>Do as Anastasia ask, hit it with all you've got.

>>34499778
>Do as Anastasia ask, hit it with all you've got.

>>34499795
What the heck is that from?

FORGOT TO ASK AGAIN
Dice, my Afro-American Brethren.

>>34499778
>Order the creature to submit.
I want to test our new powers

Rolled 4, 6, 5 = 15 (3d10)

>>34499883
FUCKING DOOOO ITTTT

Rolled 1, 2, 6 = 9 (3d10)

>>34499883

>>34499874
Just an animation sample from some dude.
http://animatorsteve.weebly.com/

>>34499814
>>34499897
>>34499898
>24, 19, 13 vs DC 15
>Success!
Writin'

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>>34499928
>Success!
>New trait gained!
>Preferred enemy : Deer

>>34499928

I just have to ask.. Why didn't we order it to submit and bind it? We could have had a bad ass dear in our pocket!

>>34500080
It that Space CQC!

You take a running start and drive your right fist into the creature's belly. Much to your surprise, your fist punches through the buck's skin and into its abdomen. Your arm feels aflame as power rushes through you, filling you with strength and vitality to the point of bursting. You feel fantastic, you feel invincible, but above all else you feel immortal.
>Binding Gained: Burning Buck

You black out, but only for a moment. When you once more become conscious of your surroundings the flaming spirit is gone. However, your arm burns something terribly. Rolling back the sleeve of your hoody you find a symbol etched into the bottom of your forearm. It depicts an antlered man with a snake tied around himself in intricate knotwork, its spitting mouth held in one hand and a torc held in the other.

On instinct, you snap your fingers and a small ball of flame appears above your palm. You extend your arm and a stream of fire roils forth, bathing the asphalt in fire. It doesn't seem particularly powerful, but it's a start you suppose. Your wounds have also been healed. Curious, you think.

Anastasia hovers a few feet away, she seems timid. "How did you do that? Its essense should have gone to me!" You look at her confused. "What do you mean?" She shakes her head. "What you just did. You absorbed its essence. I can feel its power inside of you, assimilating slowly with the greater whole. How did you do that?"

>Admit that you think it's part of your deal with Death.
>Claim you don't really have any idea.
>Write-in

>>34500222
>I am become death, destroyer of worlds.

Rolled 8, 1, 2 = 11 (3d10)

>>34500222
>>Claim you don't really have any idea.

DISCRETION MOTHERFUCKERS! NO-ONE GETS *ANYTHING*!

>>34500222
>It is a gift bestowed upon me by god to mark my ability to rule.
Shes royalty, she'll get it

>>34500222
>Claim you don't really have any idea.
Will we don't do we?

>>34500222
>Admit that you think it's part of your deal with Death.

>>34500178
I don't know I came late and didn't vote on it only rolled but hey it turned out well enough

>>34500222
>Claim you don't really have any idea.

We honestly have no idea as to "how" we did that.

Semantics is fun.

>>34500222
>Claim you don't really have any idea.

>>34500303
I like this line.

>>34500303
We spirit king now.

>>34500222

>Admit that you think it's part of your deal with Death.

I told you I died, right? Isn't it normal for people that died to be able to do that?

>>34500303
This.

>>34500333
>>34500331
>>34500315
>>34500282
>No fucking clue.

>>34500252 (?)
>>34500328
>>34500374
>>34500374
>Death made a deal

>>34500349
>>34500303
>>34500366
>>34500376
>I AM THE SPIRIT KING

I'll combine I AM SPIRIT KING with Death made a deal assuming no massive objections.

>>34500432
C'est moi.

>>34500432
It cool.

>>34500432
Original preaching to royal ego anon here, god no do not mention the death thing, 1: We told death we wouldn't and 2: That will ruin the whole sham

>>34500432
Works for me just fine Soma.

>>34500466
We already told Anastasia about the Death thing, she doesn't count against the 'No Telling Mortals' rule.

>>34500485
It was only mortals? Shit go ahead and tell her then. It will still make us look like a crook though

>>34500500
Crook how?

You grin cockily. "Death himself recognized my noble lineage and granted me a boon." Holy crap you are totally ad libbing here. What are you even saying? "The boon I asked was dominion over spirits, and he granted it. I am the only mortal I know of able to commune with, bind, and form contracts with spirits." Anastasia drifts away slowly. "I'll... see you when it is time for your revenge. I don't... I can't trust competition. You understand, surely?"

You suppose you do, but that doesn't mean you like it. "Look, I wouldn't try to subsume you." She shakes her head. "Don't say that, there are circumstances where I'm sure you would. What if I attacked you? What if I attacked your friend? You'd reduce me to nothing and absorb my power without a secod thought. I can't trust you. I'm sorry. When the time comes, I'll provide aid. I'll honor the contract. Until then-" She doesn't finish her sentence, instead turning and drifting away.

>Chase after her, you really had no intention of consuming her. Why is it such a big deal?
>Just walk back into the vet's office. You have mor important things to deal with.
>Write-in

>>34500601
>>Write-in
Make the dirty rebel yours

>>34500601

>Chase after her, you really had no intention of consuming her. Why is it such a big deal?

>>34500601
CONSUUUME

>>34500601
>Write-in
Tell her Princess that does not understand the benefits of a union(I had a better word for it but its gone now) between two countries is an idiot(Be less harsh, I can't think of a nice way to put it.)

>>34500601
>Just walk back into the vet's office. You have more important things to deal with.

>>34500655
This

>>34500601
>Chase after her, you really had no intention of consuming her. Why is it such a big deal?

>>34500601
>>Chase after her, you really had no intention of consuming her. Why is it such a big deal?

>>34500655
A Princess that doesn't recognize the benefits of an alliance is a naive Princess indeed?

>>34500601
>chase dat gurl

>>34500655
God my ability to type has gone to shit.
>>34500681
Alliance was the word I was looking for, and yeah thats the ideal version of what I wanted to say.

>>34500681
A Princess that doesn't realize the enemy of her enemy is her friend is a naive Princess indeed.

Writin' for
>Chase da pussy

>>34500729
She doesn't even have anything down there, and even if you tried you'd get some very painful blisters.
Turns out /tg/ is full of masochists.

>>34500855
It'd be like have sex with flaming sand paper.

>>34500855
>not drawing cute faces on furnaces and sticking your dick in
This guy

>>34500855
I don't want to fuck her, I want to arrange a political marriage so that we have more technical power, that no one will accept because shes a ghost

>>34500870
Gents, lets all agree that the 400 year old spirit of a dead Russian princess is shit tier waifu material. Sides, we still need to get our wife back.

>>34500870
Mmmm... sounds fun!

Why must Soma's quest be so devoid of waifus? I just want a nice girl to fade-to-black with.

>>34500914
>Implying we won't be fucking Chrys daily, nightly, and ever so rightly once we murder her husband.

>>34500914
With her, you'll fade to white.
>>34500902
Fuck her, we can do better now.

>>34500902
>literal russian princess
>not waifu material
and unless I'm being stupid again, isn't she that really famous princess?

>>34500946
You're being stupid.
She's fake, can't even speak russian. And, as far as we know, all dead people go into the pile. Not become spirits.

>>34500940
>With her, you'll fade to white.
Doesn't fire char flesh?

More of a 'slowly transmute to black'

>>34500946
So waifu Anastasia.

>>34500968
I'll settle for a delusional spirit, or she might be a succubus, it would explain why she ran like a mother fucker when she saw how fast her energy drain bullshit would back fire

>>34501012
>the succubus with the flaming vagina
That's counter-productive to a whole new level.

>>34501038
That might just be because we can actually see spirits for what they are, to a regular fucker she appears too she might look like a typical semen demon

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>>34500940
You talkin shit bout Don's wife anon?

>>34501068
Yeah I am what you gon do about it cracka?

>>34501068
Thats Lord Don to you peasant, but the sentiment is appreciated

>>34501109

All I know is, talking shit about a mans wife is one fast way to get your ass bound!

>>34501068
We can got a new one! A young, batter one!

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>>34500222
SHIT!
I forgot the image!
Also, next post almost done.

>>34501191
Are we the devil now? I feel like we are literally Lucifer right now.

You speak before you really realize what you're saying. "The princess that doesn't recognize the benefits of an alliance with the enemy of her enemy is a naive princess indeed." She whips around. "How are you the enemy of my enemy? How dare you call me naive?! For four hundred years I have wandered this Earth seeking solace and found none! After knowing me for, what, an hour you profess to know my enemies and share common cause? I ought to gut you!"

Well, she certainly seems upset. You take that as a sign that she cares. "I'd cite our only recently concluded fight as evidence of a common enemy. I seek to tame spirits and absorb their essence just as you do. Individually, we each would've lost the fight against this animalistic spirit. More than this we were both betrayed by people we trusted. Me, a coworker. You, your rightful subjects. It is only natural that we shoud ally."

She seems to consider your words for a moment. Finally, she speaks. "Fine, I will consider you a friend. However, that does not mean I wish to share space with you, even if you are truly my ally. My interactions with you for the night are concluded, and I retreat to my forest. Should you ever wish to commune, you know where to find me."

With that, she vanishes. At least you're not totally hostile towards one another. You duck back inside and slip your way into the vet's waiting room. The woman at the front desk looks up at you and scowls slightly as you walk in. "What took you so long?" You panic slightly. "Huge dump. I think I tore something." The response is instinct, as is the look of disgust the front desk lady gives you. At least she doesn't ask any more questions.

(1/3)

>>34501248
Sort of doubt it.
That one's celtic anyway.

You sit down to wait, and not long afterwards a stretcher is rolled out with Sally strapped to the top. Trailing behind is a man in a lab coat, "Dr. Richards" emblazoned on a nametag bound to his right breast. You stand up immediately. "Is Sally going to be okay?" Doctor Richards smiles. "She'll be fine, a broken rib and a few fractures but nothing serious." He hands you a shief of paper once he gets close enough. "This is a prescription for a pain killer, give her one pill a day. Shove the pill inside a piece of bread, or steak, or coat it in peanut butter. She should be good as new in four month's time. That's when we'll remove the cast"

You sigh in relief, taking the shief of paper from Doctor Richards and reaching down to scratch behind Sally's ear. Her tail starts to wag, slamming violently against the bedding attached to the stretcher. "Be sure not to engage in any taxing physical activity until Sally is fully healed. That includes walks!" You smile, although it's somewhat forced. This fucker is selling Special K en masse, and now he's telling you to be careful about walking your dog. It just seems so... odd.

The orderlies detach Sally from the stretcher and you pick her up gently. They've wrapped a cast around her torso, almost the entirety of her torso. It's somewhat flexible but still rather rigid and tight. When you set her down she immediately leans against you, rubbing the side of her head against your thigh lovingly. You can't help but lean down and make baby noises while you scratch behind her ears.
(2/3)

She follows you happily out of the Vet's office and when you get to the car you lift her tenderly into the passenger's seat. Once she's situated you climb into the car and start her up, shifting into reverse and pulling out of the parking space. The ride home is quiet, the peacefulness only occaisionally broken by Sally whining and nudging up against your shoulder, prompting you to pet her. She really is a very sweet dog.

Eventually you return home and pull the car into the garage. As you walk through the laundry room and into the kitchen, you hear the distant sound of your ringtone. You recognize it as the ringtone you've specifically set for Claire, a cheesy song about true love.

>Rush for the phone, maybe she's apologizing!
>Let it ring, she deserves to sweat a little.
>She's dead to you.
>Write-in

>>34501147
Can't stop me, I have superior nigerian speed.

>>34501294
>Let it ring, she deserves to sweat a little.

But cheer internally and externally just a little tho

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>>34501250
>"Huge dump. I think I tore something."
Holy shit, my sides.

>>34501294
>She's dead to you.

>>34501294
>>Write-in
Take the phone, don't answer it yet, tend to best girl

>>34501294

>Rush for the phone, maybe she's apologizing!

Rolled 1, 3, 4 = 8 (3d10)

>>34501294
>Let it ring, she deserves to sweat a little.

Baby steps man. You've been taking some hay-makers to you emotional gut and I don't think you're in the best state of mind to be dealing with crap of this nature.

>>34501294
>Let it ring, she deserves to sweat a little.
We are High spirit king, king of spirits now, bitch can suck our dick

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>>34501361

>>34501294
>She's dead to you.
Unless she wants to offer herself a as human sacrifice we really can't be bothered putting up with this right now.

>>34501394
>nose
>cheeks
Why?

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>>34501109

>>34501376
>>34501369
>>34501345
>Let it ring

>>3450135
>>34501395
>She's dead to you

>>34501368
>Rush for the phone

>>34501361
>Grab phone, make sure Sally is comfortable before anything else (At least, I think that's what it's saying)

You'll let it ring while you attend to Sally.

>>34501485
pls no

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>>34501487
>You'll let it ring while you attend to Sally.

You pour Sally a bowl of food and some ice water, then return to the car to carefully pick her up and carry her to her bowl. She eats ravenously, clearly starving. She hasn't eaten in quite a while. While she eats, you whip up some grilled chicken in a mushroom cream sauce. One of your favorite dishes, it always sets you at ease. Once you've eaten you feed the leftovers to Sally, ensure she gets plenty of protein and other nutrients.

Your phone stopped ringing long ago. Once you've finished dinner and fed Sally, you close the front and back doors before heading upstairs. The house doesn't seem as lonely as it did, if only because you know the embodiment of Death is watching over you. You pick up the phone and dial in your own number to reach your voice mail. Once you type in the password, Claire's message starts to play.

"I'm staying with my parent's Donny." There is a long pause. "I still love you, you know. I really do. You're the only man who I've ever had genuine feelings for. It's just... I'm so angry with you. I don't want to escalate the situation. Why didn't you consult me first?" Sobs break up the message, and you wait until she's coherent again. "I felt so strong, supporting you and our future children. I was sure we'd have some eventually. Then you went and got a job... I don't know, I thought you were giving up. I still feel like you're giving up." There is a long pause, static crackling across the message. "I don't know." The static cuts off, and the message ends.

Hearing her voice almost causes you physical pain, bust as the recording pushes on to the second message that pain only intensifies. "Please, for the love of god PLEASE call me back. I just want to talk. I know you thought what you did was for the best. Call me." She's begging you, or damn near begging you. It almost hurts.

>Call her back.
>Leave her to rot.
>Write-in

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>>34501666
Why and how do you make me actually feel guilty?

>>34501666

>Call her back.

Wife best girl!

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>>34501666
>Call her back.

Goddamn I know these feels man

>>34501666
>Leave her to rot.
Satan wills it.

>>34501666
>getting a job is giving up
wut? How delusional is this woman?

>>34501666
>>Call her back.
>>34501724
Does he?

>>34501666
>Leave her to rot.

>>34501733
Emotions aren't reasonable, man.

>>34501666
>Call her back.
Sally is best girl!

>>34501750
Yes but she left us over a purely emotional reaction that if she took three seconds to think she would realize it was retarded

>>34501738
Yes, I have him on the phone.

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>>34501724
Satan a shit.

>>34501786
Luci is best girl

>>34501786
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-DSVDcw6iW8
How about I Real Human Bean your shit?

>>34501666
>I felt so strong, supporting you and our future children. I was sure we'd have some eventually. Then you went and got a job...
Meanwhile on bizzaro earth...

>>34501786
>light up
>lucifer
>satan
You fell into his trap.

>>34501666
>>Call her back.
I died twice tonight, the 1st time was when you left me.
The second time didn't hurt as much as the 1st. I don't think I'm the same man you left hours ago.

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>>34501822
>Call back

>>34501724
>Fuck her shit!

Honest to god think I got all the votes but I'm drunk as shit.

>>34501666
Are we sure this woman is sane?

>>34501844

Well, she did marry us, so... no?

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>>34501822
Dude. The faggotry levels in this write-in are off the charts holy shit.

>>34501841
You didn't but "call back" wins anyway.

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>>34501814
It's fine I'll just send some guy on a grand quest that won't backfire in any way

>>34501666
>>Call her back.

You stare at the ten number series that is her phone number for a long while. The world seems to fade away, until it's just you and the number itself. You don't know precisely when it happens but you press your thumb against the 'call' button and the phone starts to ring. You press it against your ear as you stalk downstairs to pour yourslef a drink. Way too much has happend today for you to be at all sober and still remain comfortable.

Claire picks up after three rings, desperation clear in her voice. "Donovan?" Hearing her voice, your mouth feels suddenly dry. You find yourself croaking out an answer. "It's me." She responds amidst tears. "I thought you hated me, I was so worried. When you took that job I thought you'd be too busy for sex-" You laugh, it's a harsh, abrupt laugh. A man too busy for sex? That's legitimately ridiculous. "Relax, Claire. Reeelax. It's just a job. You have one yourself, and you love it. It hasn't prevented you from trying for kids."

She's silent, but you know her well enough to realize that's a sign of grudging agreement. You have the advantage here.

>Ask her to come back.
>Tell her the two of you are through, and you'll want a divorce.
>Tell her you feel betrayed by her leaving you over such a minor issue, and you need time to think.
>Write-in

>>34502025
>Tell her you feel betrayed by her leaving you over such a minor issue, and you need time to think.
You can't toy with a man's emotions like that.

>>34502025
>Tell her you feel betrayed by her leaving you over such a minor issue, and you need time to think.
Yeah it was something all right.

>>34502025
>>Tell her you feel betrayed by her leaving you over such a minor issue, and you need time to think.

It's pretty obvious that there are more issues at play here. I still love you (?) but maybe we should take a break for now, just to cool off.

>>34502025

>Ask her to come back.

I assume we married her for a reason. Let's go with it.

>>34502096
So we can accidentally wake up from the nightmare we are about to have, next to her corpse that we just immolated? This your first quest m8?

>>34502025
>>Ask her to come back.

>>34502025
>>Tell her you feel betrayed by her leaving you over such a minor issue, and you need time to think.
"Claire, I love you, but I am not going to inflict an emotional rollercoaster on either of us. Your leaving means that there is something more going on here. I need some time to think"

>>34502025
> Tell her you feel betrayed and need time to think, but you love her and do want her to come back when she's ready

>>34502025
> Ask her to come back
After she's had some time

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Just posting this now cause I can feel it coming.

>>34502107
Reading this I was about to post

>Not having a nightmare about holding the Skelton that's going to be your son
>Quest moar

Then I thought what if That asshole fucks with our kids? Do we slap his shit?

>>34502243
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>>34502096
>Come back, baby.

>>34502053
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>>34502089
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>>34502193
>You feel betrayed
Wriitin, probably last post because drunk and sleepy.

>>34502311
That's literally what I was thinking.

"Look, Clare, darling." It's almost painful to say those words. "The fact you'd leave me, after seven years of marriage, over an issue as minor as me getting a job, is mind boggling. You assume that once I'm a Repo Agent I won't have time for you, when the reality is I'll have far more leave than I did when I was in the Navy." She responds after but a moment. "Even if you've got more leave from assignment, you'll be away more often. I already miss you inside of me and it's only been a day. You're my man just as I'm your woman, why would you want to seperate that?"

You frown. You're sitting at your computer, glass of scotch in hand, reading her message, and you're having trouble understanding it. What is she getting at? That you should of contacted her? That you should've sought her approval? That seems unbelievably sexist./

>Confront her.
>Let it go, just stop responding.
>Cave. Admit everything she's said is right, beg her back.
>Write-in.

>>34502445

>Confront her.

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>>34502445
am a fairly sex loving person...but shes weird

>>34502445
>>Let it go, just stop responding.

Shit. Dude. You're drunk? Let it go, and please for the love of god, don't let it escalate. You've already made your positions clear and engaging in further conflict while both of you are compromised is non-productive as fuck.

>>34502445
>>Confront her.
This is probably heading shitty places in character.

>>34502445
>Let it go, just stop responding.
>Call her later.

>>34502445
>Write-In

Ask if she's alright

Something... Somethings off. I can feel it in my bones.

>>34502445
>>Let it go, just stop responding.
Attempting to mend a relationship while under the influence is never a good idea. Try again later when we've sobered up.

>>34502445
>Let it go, just stop responding.
ditch that hoe, 7 years of marriage, no kids, she walks out because HE GOT A JOB, secondly its gonna be really hard to eat people with a wife hanging off of us.

>>34502556
Try this, we have to get inside her head if we're gonna fix things.
Just realized how lewd that sounds out of context.

OP is kill.

>>34502615
>Let it go, just stop responding.

OP was phone

>>34503046
I think he may have gone ahead and passed out on us boys.

>>34503137
Will...
>probably last post because drunk and sleepy.

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>>34503118
>OP was phone
Beg your pardon?

Is Soma kill?

>>34506138
If he isn't I'll do it myself