>>34868679

Harvey seems complacent with his lot. “Sure.”

His lukewarmness makes you frown. “You need to react more strongly to stuff,” you say.

Harvey thinks about it. “Maybe you’re right,” he says noncommittally.

You blow your hair out of your eyes. “Whatever,” you say, giving up on pestering him.

--

One spree of buying everything later, you and Harvey have a dozen bags between the two of you, though you have the lion’s share by far. Maybe spending a thousand bucks on clothes was a little much, but this is an investment. It’s not likely you’ll ever buy this much at one time ever again ever. At least you managed to talk yourself out of getting a suit. Even if it would make you look all badass professional and chic and everything, when the hell would you ever wear a suit? It would be like that mushroom of yours, just sitting in the closet and slowly acquiring more fungal mass.

As for what you did get, you concentrated on stuff you’ve been somehow doing without for a while. You got a bunch of shirts and some different, lighter jackets that aren’t so much about staying warm as they are about looking cool. You also got some capris and even a skirt or two, figuring that maybe you can pull it off like Ro does with the skirt over pants thing. You also get some colored socks, because you realize that white is kind of plain. With combo options, you now have outfits for any occasion you may be saddled with, save for like, the most formal, which don’t happen to you anyway.

>>34868693

You also made a stop at a few different sports stores to expand your weak selection for your running, sparring, physical training needs. You get a bunch of tank-top type things and soccer style pants and shirts and tights that won’t get in your way or get you overheated when you’re running all over the place. You buy a get a pair of sweet running shoes which you may or may not use, depending on if there’s people looking at you while you’re doing your thing.

Finally, you also made sure to get several things that will be your go-to for when you plan to fight people or going on adventures. You got a light but rugged backpack, some cargo pants, and a hunter’s vest that comes off easy but has enough pockets to store important items or weapons. You also bought a tough bomber jacket (admittedly, kind of like Isaac’s) that can take a beating. You also get some thermal wear for if you went somewhere cold or had to sleep outside. You picked up some hiking boots and a pocketknife too while you were at it, even though your claws and shadow powers fulfill most of the functions.

What can you say? You like knives.

>>34868716

Anyway, although there are more stores you wanted to look at, Cassandra did give everybody an ultimatum to be done at three o’clock. Ten minutes till you and Harvey both get a text telling you to wrap it up.

Ro, Isaac, and Cass are already waiting for you and Harvey at central fountain rendezvous point.

“Wow,” Cassandra says, seeing your approach. You and Harvey haul all your fresh buys along, which is not an easy task. She herself has a few bags, but they look like boring house supply things.

“It’s not all mine,” you say, jerking a head at Harvey. “He bought a ton of crap.”

“Not that much,” Harvey demurs.

He is lying.

“It’s your money,” says Isaac, not too concerned with the bulk purchase. Or maybe he’s washing his hands of the business? “If you need to spend it on clothes, by George, spend it on clothes.”

Did he say by George as a legitimate expression?

Rowan laughs as you march up to her and collapse onto the bench. “So my dresser is safe now, right?” she asks.

“I couldn’t handle having to double check myself in the mirror to check I didn't have a DC logo on my back,” you say, grinning. “But hey. Now that I have some stuff, feel free to steal back.” Probably wouldn’t fit her anyway. You smirk at the thought.

“You two look ready to bring that catch back to home base,” Cassandra observes, eyeing all of your purchases. “Everybody ready to go home?”

>Actually, there was something I kind of wanted to do first… (?)
>Let’s get out of here.
>Other (?)

>>34868693
>You blow your hair out of your eyes

Thats kinda cute.

>>34868789
>>Let’s get out of here.

>>34868789
>Let’s get out of here.

>>34868789
>Let’s get out of here.

>>34868789
>Actually, there was something I kind of wanted to do first (get more orange chicken, and toss a coin in for our wish of getting an awesome family coming true.)

>>34869162
that's toss a coin in the fountain. sorry i wasn't more clear.

>>34868789
>Let’s get out of here.

>We didn't get the suit
Wow, quest fucking dropped, goodbye jackasses.

>Let’s get out of here

>>34868789
>Let’s get out of here.

>>34869423
;-; QQ

>>34869423
This is 4chan so I have no idea if you are actually having a fit over this or just joking.

>>34870439
Both

>>34869423
Was there a vote for which clothes we got?

>>34870439
is jokes anon
only jokes

>>34869423
The suit was stupid shit and I'm 99% sure that it was only an option to mock the people like you who always vote for a suit in every quest no matter what because "suits are awesome".

how is this even important

>>34871004
Suits are nice but are not for casual wear

>>34871012
pls anon
is tg

>>34871090
stop being a degenerate

>>34871114
no u

>>34871114
>degenerate
>>>/pol/

I'm back.

>>34871740
The Lawn Man Cometh!

>>34871740
Praise the master Gardner!

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>>34871004
>>34871054
>Not casually wearing your $6000 suit around the house.

Plebs.

>>34872116
WE'RE NOT TAKING THE PISS!

>>34872116
pls

>>34872116
And people say taxes are too high.

>>34872182
45% is like 35% too high

You look around you, trying to think if there’s anything you missed. You then notice the fountain. “Just a sec,” you say, leaving your many things to have a look in the pool. It’s bottom is speckled with pennies nickels dimes and more. As you stand by the fountain, a little kid runs up nearby. He’s probably nothing more than four. He grips a penny tightly in hand, and with all the strength he can muster, casts it forth into the fountain. Hits the water and vanished beneath the troubled surface.

He smiles broadly and runs back to his mom, who waits impatiently nearby. She sets the kid on her hip and walks off.

You wonder what his wish was. When you were like ten or twelve or something, you really got into the whole ‘free wishes’ thing. You’d spend whole nights scowling at the sky for a shooting star. You also got into the habbit of searching batches of clover for ones with four leaves. You’d also keep a couple coins on you for whenever you’d be somewhere there was a fountain.

None of your wishes for having Dad come get you came true, so you grew out of it.

Your wishes for superpowers came true, though. You also got a puppy, kind of. Now that you’re thinking about it, it seems all your wishes have started coming true recently. You have a family now. How many wishes did you waste on that? Even if Cass isn’t your mom and Isaac’s not your dad, and Harvey and Rowan aren’t a twin sister, they kind of make it seem less important. Like it’s not such a big deal anymore.

>>34872434

For that you guess you owe the magic fountain your spare change. You pat down your pockets, but come up empty. All you’ve got is your debit card and your cellphone, and you’re not about to throw either of those into the fountain.

“You need one of these,” Harvey says, appearing by your side. He hold out one of those big gold coins with Sacagawea on it. It’s not real gold, but it’s pretty shiny.

“I need like, a penny or something,” you say. “That thing’s worth a whole dollar. That’s real money right there.”

“Take it or I throw it,” Harvey says.

You’re not sure if he’s going to carry through with the threat. You’re not about to risk it though. If anybody gets to toss dollars into a mall fountain, it’s you. Feigning reluctance, you take the coin from his hand and flick it off into the air with your thumb.

It spins in a long, graceful arc, and then splashes anticlimactically into the water.

“Let’s get out of here,” you say.

---

Everybody gets home and you haul upstairs to deposit your steal.

Yes. More things for you.

You have a few hours before you probably have to leave for fireworks, so you have some time to kill.

>What to do? (?)

>>34872470
>more bugging Harvey

>>34872470
Get homework done.

>>34872470
Play with Reeber, he's a good boy.

>>34872470
>Worry that you decided losing your real Parents and Sister isn't a big deal anymore.

>>34872619
>>34872560
These. Play with the dog, and bring Harvey along.

>>34872470
>>34872560
>>34872619
>>34872657
Play with Reeber and teach Harvey how to swag

>>34872470
Exercise.

Get huge.

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>>34872434
You actually did it. Thank you languid.

>>34872619
>>34872470
Harvey and reebs

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Lawnman is kill

>>34874472
No he's simply engaged in a fight to the death with the dreaded Poaceae which inhabit his front yard.

>>34872470
Muck around with your glamour and make yourself look like an elf.

>>34874472
Brother, please refrain from doubt. The overgrowth shall not win. The master gardener shall prevail!

>>34874909
We could help him practice hitting on what's her face. We just have to look like her!

>>34874965
this seems like such a bad and good idea

>>34874965
Somehow I get the feeling disguising ourselves as our adoptive brother's prospective girlfriend and flirting with him is a bad idea.

>>34875038
We let him know it's us first. We're not retarded... that retarded.

>>34875038
dressing up not disguising, he would know.... yeah no still kinda fucked up

>>34875038
Sounds like a perfect plan.

>>34875038
We have to do it in a funny voice as well.

>>34875038
Dammit Anon, I just want Sierra and Harvey to fall into forbidden love. Stop ruining things for me.

>>34875309
Que Yoda. Mmmmhm Terrible at this you are.

>>34875341
What about Gilbert Gottfried

>>34874909

>>34874965
>>34875026
>>34875038
>>34875097
>>34875175
>>34875268
>>34875309
>>34875337
I...I just wanted Sierra to look like an elf. I didn't want this psuedo-incest shit.

>>34875385
I don't want the pseudo incest but I like the idea of making fun of the elf girl by doing a Gilbert Gottfried impression

>>34875385
We're not actually related that makes it okay. But don't worry any actual incest is totally targeted at Ro. Dem Wings.

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>>34875309
Pic related

>>34875385
Did you forget where you were?

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>>34875420
Where do you think you are?

You hastily shove everything into your closet and shut the door before it can topple out. You’ll organize it later. But for now… “Reeber!” you yell.

You hear a clattering and a huge commotion downstairs, and then scrabbling up on the stairs, and then a moment later Reeber, in his huge, hellish form, bursts into your room and leaps carefully up on you. You regain your balance even with his big claws on your shoulders. He wisely keeps most his weight on his back legs. “Who’s a dog?” you ask, holding his huge head between your hands.

He barks in response.

“That’s right. You! You’re a dog!” you exclaim, rubbing him appreciatively under the horns. “Let’s go bug Harvey.”

He barks again and sets off, and you follow after him. He leads you downstairs and then further downstairs to Isaac’s just in case China does anything unexpected shelter, where you find Harvey standing at his workbench with a whole chainmail shirt spread out before him. He skillfully sets one ring in place, and hammers it into position with a little, delicate looking tool that looks like it was made to do exactly that. He tugs at the hem of the shirt, ensuring the ring is locked, and then fishes another out of a box to do the same thing again.

Reeber bothers him into stopping. Harvey playfully pushes away the hound’s nose with a gloved hand, and looks over at you.

You saw him making the armor like what, back in November? “How long have you been working on that?” you ask, indicating the chainmail.

>>34875702


“Just a little here and there,” he replies. “Making things takes time. What’s up?”

“I don’t know,” you say. “I thought I could like, show you how to be a little more cool. I mean. About your clothes and stuff.”

The comment seems to actually ruffle him a little. “You think there’s something wrong with my clothes?”

“No no,” you say. “I mean. Well it’s not the clothes. It’s you. In the store when you were trying stuff on, you just seem kind of… straight-laced. Sydney seems more of a non-laced kind of person, so I figured I’d show you how to not be so boring,” you tell him. You jerk your head for him to follow, not giving place to refuse. “C’mon.”

He surrenders to your bossiness.

Sometime later, you’re sitting in Harvey’s room in his rolling chair, rolling back and forth with one set of claws poised Reeber’s head.

You haven’t really been in Harvey’s room too many times, and you’re not quite used to it. He’s got shelves on the walls with Lego models on proud display, all set up into carefully choreographed action sequences. He also has a clean desk with a mammoth of a computer, with like, two monitors and two keyboards for some reason. And then there’s a bunch of posters he’s got on the walls of like, armed forces things.

>>34875740

There’s a poster of an aircraft carrier sailing into a sunset with its dozens of planes on display, and one of a bunch of super tactical operator guys coming up out onto a beach. Then he has a beat-up Thompson submachine gun on the wall across from his bed.

Cool stuff.

Harvey unbuttons the top button of his shirt, like you’ve instructed. “Like this?” he asks.

“No,” you say. While there’s nothing wrong with his clothes, he doesn’t wear them casually enough. He’s all stiff about it. “Geeze. You look like you’ve escaped the old folks home,” you inform him.

“If you want respect, you have to dress appropriately,” Harvey answers.

You snort. “Well okay,” you say sarcastically, “if you’re a teacher, sure. But you don’t want respect. You want people to think you’re cool. Who thought tucking in your shirt was a good idea?”

Harvey makes a face. “Dad.”

“Okay, first rule of being cool. Don’t listen to Isaac,” you say. “And untuck your damn shirt. I’ve made enough snappy comments about

He does as you direct, and actually looks pretty swell. He still has a really proper posture and things, but that’s more of a distinguishing thing than a negative thing.

You nod. “If the shirt tapers to the front, that’s the signal to not stuff it in your pants,” you tell him, “and if it doesn’t have buttons, leave it out unless you to look like an idiot.”

Cass’s voice breaks the discussion. “Guys! Time to go!” she yells.

>>34875769

“Scuse me,” you say, popping up out of his chair and giving Reeber’s head a final scratch. “Gotta go put my people face on.”

Harvey examines himself critically in his closet mirror as you leave. You go check yourself in the mirror, making sure all your glamors are properly in place, and then you go to your room to doubt whether or not the clothes you bought are as awesome on you as they seemed when you got them.

You shouldn’t have doubted yourself. You’re like, as cool as the come. You’re good to go, so you join everybody downstairs.

--

You walk with everybody out on the pier.

It’s impossible to pick out individuals in the mob. In the dimming light, people stretch out in every direction on the pier. Music from some band you don’t know blasts above the din of a hundreds of conversations. Everybody has blankets set out on the ground and folding camp chairs and stuff everywhere on the concrete. There’s groups of rowdy guys and families and couples and huge unnavigable clusters of friends.

The air is cold, but you’re sporting your new heavy bomber jacket. You’re immune to cold. The jacket also smells of new leather, which is a definite plus.

Isaac’s on the phone with Waldric. “Okay, I’m facing north-east, right on the main walkway. We’re by the beach ball.”

Sure enough the beach ball comes soaring your way, and Rowan pops it back into the air with a well placed strike.

Isaac turns slowly, scanning the crowd.

>>34875826
“I see them,” says Cass, still wearing her A’s baseball cap from earlier. She adjusts her backpack and heads off.

“We found you,” Isaac reports. He hangs up and follows along with you.

A minute later, you come to the Crowthers, who have staked out a sizable piece of territory with no less than three blankets. Mr. Crowther sits poised in a lightweight collapsible chair at the edge of the cleared space, reading a copy of Time magazine with a dorky headlamp lighting the pages so he can read in the dark.

Moriah is sitting next to him, bundled up in a dark purple blanket and sitting on a similar styled camping chair. She’s buried in her sketchbook and doesn’t notice anybody’s approach. Her book isn’t one you’re familiar with. It has a pair of feathered serpents penned in painful detail on the front cover instead of the black dragon you’ve become accustomed to.

Waldric and Maviel sit together on the ground nearby, thoroughly blanketed.

“Hey guys,” says Cassandra, smiling broadly.

Crowther shuts off his reading lamp. “Mrs. Hallow,” he intones. He shuts off his reading lamp and puts down his magazine.

“I was beginning to think we’d have to send someone out to look for you,” Waldric says, smiling slightly.

Rowan gives him a mean look. “We literally just walked right through security and came straight here.”

“Not one for wit?” he asks, chuckling to himself.

>>34875858

Maviel raises her head away from where she’d been snuggling against Waldric’s chest. “I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of meeting everyone,” she says, expertly interrupting Ro before she can make a comeback. “I’m Maviel.”

Everybody goes through the circle and introduces themselves, and a couple minutes later, the Hallows and you have deployed chairs and joined the Crowthers in your anticipation for sky explosions. Cassandra and Maviel almost immediately start talking endlessly about art, with Waldric chipping in now and again, while Isaac and Mr. Crowther strike up a conversation about history or something, with Harvey eavesdropping.

You and Rowan join Moriah.

“Look,” Moriah says, showing both of you the first page of her sketchbook.

It’s hard to make out in the dark, but she’s drawn a picture of you and your friends, sitting at your usual table at the high school. Rowan and Vikrama both have a copy of the school paper out and are looking at something printed therein.

>>34875932

Baron looks like he’s in the middle of saying something dumb, while you tap absentmindedly on the table and glance in the direction of the viewer over top your glasses. It’s a muted style with sharp focus on specific things, like the way you’re kind of half-smiling, and the finger Rowan keeps her place with as she turns to counter whatever Baron’s just said. The wispy, eloquent lines lend a dream-like sense to the whole scene.

“I like how Vikrama’s just buried in what she’s doing,” Ro notes, squinting at the picture. “Did you do this from a photo?”

“Yes,” Moriah says, “I did add in a few things, though.”

>I remember this. I think. You didn’t have a camera with you though.
>I’ve got my sketchbook on me too. I’ve been drawing up a storm.
>Hey, where’s Wolfgang?
>Talk about stuff (?)
>Let Rowan and Moriah have their thing and
>>Go join Harvey in listening to men talk about things that matter.
>>Go annoy Waldric maybe and chat with Maviel.
>>You saw a bunch of food stalls. Maybe it's time for something sweet.
>Other (?)

>>34875967
>>I remember this. I think. You didn’t have a camera with you though.

>>34875967
>Let Rowan and Moriah have their thing and
>>You saw a bunch of food stalls. Maybe it's time for something sweet.
Let's go find something exciting!

>>34875967
>>I’ve got my sketchbook on me too. I’ve been drawing up a storm.

>>34875967
>Let Rowan and Moriah have their thing and
>>Go join Harvey in listening to men talk about things that matter.

>>34875967
>I’ve got my sketchbook on me too. I’ve been drawing up a storm.
I wanna know what we've been drawing

>>34875967
>I remember this. I think. You didn’t have a camera with you though.

>Share our recent sketches too!
But only after giving hers enough attention.
>Talk about stuff
What's your favorite kind of thing or scene to draw?

>>34875967
>I’ve got my sketchbook on me too. I’ve been drawing up a storm
>Let Rowan and Moriah have their thing and
>>Go annoy Waldric maybe and chat with Maviel

Language fag here, I've been following the quest for a while now and I remember someone a few threads back asking for a Heltic Language primer.

Well I've kinda been working on something like that, don't have much finished yet, just some basic noun and verb structure, but I was wondering if anyone else is actually interested in that shit before I dump anymore time into it.

In either case, it will probably take a few weeks to finish cause I'll be working on it in my spare time.

>>34875967
>I remember this. I think. You didn’t have a camera with you though.
>Talk about stuff (?)
Magic?

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>>34875702
>to Isaac’s just in case China does anything unexpected shelter
I think the odds of needing a shelter cause some thugs started trouble is higher then China deciding they don't want to sell us cheep plastic shit and would rather attack.

Probably even more so if you have demons pissed at you.

>>34876108
You get the lorewhore's vote.

>>34875967
>I’ve got my sketchbook on me too. I’ve been drawing up a storm.

>>34875967
>I remember this. I think. You didn’t have a camera with you though.
>I’ve got my sketchbook on me too. I’ve been drawing up a storm.

>Hey, where’s Wolfgang?

Talk about art stuff first then casually ask about Wolfy, maybe make a joke about him being busy lawyering.

>>34875967
>>I remember this. I think. You didn’t have a camera with you though.
>>I’ve got my sketchbook on me too. I’ve been drawing up a storm.

>>34875967
Talk about magic.

Also before someone complains about our cover, if I heard someone talking about magic, I'd figure they were talking about a game, LARPing or druids.

>>34876167

This is Sierra-speak, anon.

>>34875967
>I remember this. I think. You didn't have a camera with you though.
>I've got my sketchbook on me too. I've been drawing up a storm.

>>34876277
I had a lot of trouble parsing that line, actually. I thought it was a copy pasting error.

>>34876355
It was a little confusing, yeah. Some dashes would clear that up.

>>34876277
Ah, that makes sense, I figured Issac would be better at threat assessment then that.

So Lawngod kill?

The scene seems familiar, somehow. “I remember this,” you say, leaning in closer. “I think. But you didn’t have a camera with you, did you?”

“I put it away after I took the picture,” Moriah says. “It’s small.”

“Did you? I was looking right at you,” you say, looking at how you’re definitely looking at the viewpoint of the drawing. You definitely remember now. She was standing off a little and being weird or something, so you gave her a kind of friendly look to get her to come over. “There was no camera.”

Rowan looks closer at the drawing. “You probably wouldn’t have seen if there was,” she notes. “It looks like you were looking over top your glasses here.” She points out how in the picture, you are definitely not looking through your glasses. You are looking over them.

Huh. Right. It’s time to talk about something else. “Do you usually draw people you know?” you ask Moriah, remembering the picture of her family she did.

“Every once in a while,” she says. “I prefer inventing details over true-to-life art.”

“What do you mean?” Ro asks.

“I like design. Like calligraphy,” replies Moriah, showing the inside cover of her book. It has her name in big, fancy letters, immaculately rendered in unforgiving pen. “I would show you something else, but I haven’t put much in this book yet. I shy away from real life, though. I save those for my diary.”

>>34877692

“That’s pretty much the opposite of what Sierra draws,” Ro says. “She’s been drawing pretty trippy stuff lately.”

Moriah looks to you to explain.

“Hey, I’ve got my book actually,” you say, reaching down for your backpack and pulling out your sketchbook. You flip it open and hand it to Moriah.

Moriah looks at the page. Then she turns it, not quite understanding what she’s seeing. “This reminds me of Escher,” she says. “What’s going on here?” She knows you usually have a story behind everything, so you know that’s more of a question about what inspired you rather than what it is.

“You know how I can like, move through corners?” you say.

“Yes. You’ve told me a hundred times,” Moriah says. She looks a little uncomfortable, then. “And you’ve demonstrated.”

“I know you know,” you say. “It was a rhetorical question. You know, the kind you’re not supposed to answer.”

“I know,” Moriah answers. “It was a rhetorical answer. The kind that tells you that your rhetorical question was unnecessary.”

“Anyway,” you say loudly, “it just confuses everybody when I try to explain it, so I thought I’d just draw what it’s like when you step a corner.”

Moriah looks with greater earnestness at your portrayal. She quickly becomes perplexed, however.

Ro smirks. “Wild stuff, huh,” she says.

“I don’t know what I’m looking at,” Moriah says, “and I’m not sure that I want to know what I’m looking at.”

>>34877710

It’s pretty clear what’s going on. “Look,” you say, pointing out the leading line. “This is the corner out of my room out onto the roof.

“What’s that on the sides?” she asks.

You look more closely at your drawing. “That’s…” you say. You try to describe the impression. What exactly is that on the sides? It’s not outside, and it’s definitely not inside. “You can’t really look at it when you’re going through. Everywhere you see is in front of you.”

“How did you draw it if you can’t look at it?” Moriah asks, curious. “And what is it, exactly? Some kind of empty space?”

“No,” you say, adamantly. “It’s not space. Because it’s… it’s there,” you say, attempting to reason with her. “You can’t see it but that doesn’t mean it’s not there.” You’re your answer is lacking. You stare harder at the page, and run the process of corner stepping over in your head again. “It’s definitely there,” you repeat, feeling defensive. It’s right there. It’s always right there. (-3 Sanity: 97/100)

There’s a laugh. Rowan is laughing. The sound breaks breaking you out of that line of thought. “Nobody’s saying it isn’t,” she says.

“What?” you ask, feeling disoriented.

Moriah looks at you carefully. “Are you feeling alright?”

>Take your sketchbook back and shut it.
>Maybe not.
>You know, I think there’s some things that you’re not supposed to talk about.
>Sorry I uh… just spaced out for a second.
>I’m fine. Good, even.
>Say, where’s Wolfgang?
>I'm going to go stretch my legs.
>Other (?)

>>34877754
>You know, I think there’s some things that you’re not supposed to talk about.

>>34877754
>You know, I think there’s some things that you’re not supposed to talk about.
>Sorry I uh… just spaced out for a second.
>Say, where’s Wolfgang?

>>34877754
>Maybe not.
>You know, I think there’s some things that you’re not supposed to talk about.

>>34877754
>Say, where’s Wolfgang?
We have spaghetti tonight.

>>34877754
>Sorry I uh… just spaced out for a second.

>>34877754
>Sorry I uh… just spaced out for a second.
>Say, where’s Wolfgang?

>>34877754
>Maybe not.
>You know, I think there’s some things that you’re not supposed to talk about. Like asking a guy how they're doing something really complicated without thinking about it makes them think about and breaks their flow.
>Sorry I uh… just spaced out for a second.

>>34877754
>Sorry I uh… just spaced out for a second
>Other
What kind of art does your sister do, Moriah?

>>34877754
>Sorry I uh… just spaced out for a second.
>You know, I think there’s some things that you’re not supposed to talk about.

>>34877754
>>Take your sketchbook back and shut it.

>>34877776
This. Sierra is all too aware of how she isn't all there sometimes.

>>34877754
>>Sorry I uh… just spaced out for a second.

>>34877754
>Grumble "roll for SAN loss" under our breath

>>34877754
>You know, I think there’s some things that you’re not supposed to talk about.

>>34877754
>You know, I think there’s some things that you’re not supposed to talk about.

"It's like explaining how the color green sounds, but you know not having to do with sight or hearing whatsoever, it doesn't translate."

>Say, where’s Wolfgang?

>>34878180
>"It's like explaining how the color green sounds, but you know not having to do with sight or hearing whatsoever, it doesn't translate."
I very much like this.

>>34877754

>>34878180
This is good

>Take your sketchbook back and shut it.
>Say, where’s Wolfgang?

>>34877776
Seconding

“I uh… I just spaced out for a second,” you say. It’s not totally untrue. In fact, it is mostly true.

“Spaced out about…?” Moriah asks.

You close your eyes and try not to think about what she’s asking you to think about. (-1 Sanity: 96/100) “You know,” you say, “I think there’s some things that you’re not supposed to talk about. Like, calling attention to stuff that’s actually really complicated, but that you usually let sit in the background,” you explain.

Moriah catches your drift, you think, and doesn’t pry. She shuts your sketchbook and hands it back to you.

“Say,” you say, looking around, “where’s Wolfgang?”

Moriah gets a slightly annoyed look on her face. “He’s been tetchy today.”

“Touchy?” you ask. Maybe you misheard her.

“Annoying,” she replies. “He’s in a bad mood. He went stalking off as soon as we got here.”

“I wonder what that’s about,” Ro asks.

A familiar voice calls out. “Hello!”

You turn and see William walking toward your blanket-marked territory.

Rowan’s already out of her chair. She slyly intercepts him and the two abscond, before you have time to say anything on the matter.

“That was sudden,” Moriah says, flatly.

You laugh to yourself. “She doesn’t want Isaac to see him,” you explain.

You and Moriah chat for a while until you get a call from Vikrama. You pick up and give her directions to you. A few minutes later, through the dark, you see her, Baron, Nate, and a few other people you’re vaguely familiar with emerge from the crowd.

>>34878459

“Happy New Year!” Vikrama cheers. She's wearing a beanie and a floppy, carpet-esque sweater.

“It’s not New Year’s yet,” Baron objects. He has a fancy ski jacket on to keep out the chill coming off from the bay.

“It’s a normal thing that normal people say on the day before the new year,” Vikrama argues.

You get up out of your chair, and Moriah does the same, still having her blanket draped around her. “Better later than never,” you say, greeting the two.

“It was hard enough finding this one,” Vikrama says, pointing at Baron.

“We got lost,” Baron admits.

Vikrama looks through your party. “Where’s Rowan?”

“She absconded with her boyfriend,” you say, making it be known that you are kind of annoyed.

Baron chuckles. “That rascal. Anyway, the fireworks are starting soon. We were going to head down to the waterfront to see if we could get a front row view. You guys in?”

Moriah is skeptical. “You should be able to see the fireworks fine anywhere on the pier,” she says.

>I got a cozy seat and a blanket. I’m not giving that up lightly.
>I don’t know, this is kind of a family kind of family thing. You know?
>Just a sec. Let me grab Harvey.
>She’s right. You guys should join us guys. Sit ‘er down.
>Other (?)

>>34878459
>He’s in a bad mood.
Girlfriend dumped him. Now we can fuck him

>>34878495
>>I got a cozy seat and a blanket. I’m not giving that up lightly.

>>34878495
>She’s right. You guys should join us guys. Sit ‘er down.

>>34878495
>Getting up and moving < cozy seat
This is objectively true.

>>34878498
Clearly it's because he was honest with her and told her about us on the beach. He hates us. You will only make it worse. San Damage Hooo!

>>34878495
>Just a sec. Let me grab Harvey.

If the Reebs came with grab him as well. Dogs improve everything.

>>34878495
>I got a cozy seat and a blanket. I’m not giving that up lightly.
>I don’t know, this is kind of a family kind of family thing. You know?

>>34878495
>I got a cozy seat and a blanket. I’m not giving that up lightly.

>come on. Grab a seat and get cozy guys.

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>>34878498
>fuck him
And by that, you mean making him our Imperial Consort, with the sole purpose of producing multiple heirs who will have to survive Ranthrix literal training from Hell to have a shot at the throne in multiple thousand years?

>>34878592
wasn't that implied?

>>34878495
>I got a cozy seat and a blanket. I’m not giving that up lightly.
>She’s right. You guys should join us guys. Sit ‘er down.
Those. There's time later for absconding.

>>34878498
Exactly what I've been waiting for.

>>34878495
>Just a sec. Let me grab Harvey

>>34878592
Yes, but to do that we have to fuck him first.

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>>34878521
>>34878522
>>34878529
>>34878543
>>34878557
>>34878638
Sierra likes being comfortable.

>>34878783
She'd be comfortable with a dick in her.

>>34878783
Then maim burn kill (no, not for now, it's just a compulsive) and laugh alone at the voices and shadows (they're the same)

>>34878855
For some reason, I really doubt that. I'm not saying she crazy, but she totally is.

>>34878888
>For some reason, I really doubt that.
And I completely don't believe in it.
>I'm not saying she crazy, but she totally is.
Sierra is definitely crazy. Also crazy hot.

>>34878933
She's crazy hot but hasn't dated anyone yet. I'm pretty sure people at her school either think she's gay, crazy or both.

>>34878933
>>34879086
>implying she isn't a total butterface

>>34879136
No, it's been mentioned that there are a lot of guys that want to date her but find her inapproachable for obvious reasons.

“Yeah, Moriah’s got a point,” you say. “And I’ve got a cozy seat and a blanket here. What do I have there?”

“An unimpeded view of the barge shooting freaking mortars into the air?” Baron suggests.

“Or,” you propose, “you guys just join us guys and sit ‘er down,” you say. You look over at Isaac and Cass and Crowther. “Mind if these losers join us?” you ask.

“Have a seat,” Isaac calls out in welcome.

Waldric gives you an exasperated look, but keeps his complaints mostly quiet.

There’s a schism in Vik and Baron’s group. Most seem desirous to go out on the quest for the ultimate view. Eventually they break up, with Baron and Vikrama joining your team and the rest going down on their pointless quest for standing around and being crowded about.

Baron looks a little forlorn as he take a seat. Cassandra offers him a can of soda, which he takes.

You snort at him. “View’s probably better from here anyway,” you say.

“It’s not about the view,” he laments. “It’s about the journey.”

“Don’t turn my trite phrases against me,” you warn him.

“Please, let’s keep this matter civil,” Vikrama says.

Baron cracks open his soda and takes a sip. “There’s only so much I can do,” he replies.

Vikrama doesn’t think that’s an acceptable excuse. “Expand your horizons, darling,” she orders.

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>>34879136
Butter makes food delicious, anon.

Her face makes food delicious.

Because of love.

The love I have for a fictional character.

>>34879176

They’re silenced by a stray comment from Mr. Crowther. “Your friends, I suppose?” he asks Moriah, over the heads of Vik and Baron. You can tell he doesn’t really approve.

Moriah returns his look with a very steady, calculated look of her own. “My friends,” she replies, gesturing to the two of them and to you.

“Hm,” Crowther says, going back to his readings.

Vik, you, and Baron all exchange a slightly weirded out look.

“That’s my father,” Moriah explains.

Baron nods. “He seems nice.”

She continues. “He’s nicer once you get to know him.”

“So,” says Baron, going to a more regular topic, “how’s everyones’ break going? No school, no responsibilities except the usual ones.”

“And the unusual ones,” Vikrama adds. “Did Sierra tell you about her visit to the police station?”

Actually, you haven’t told Baron about that.

“What happened at the police station?” Baron asks, taking a shot in the dark.

>I deny any event having took place.
>Geeze, we were having a good time and then you have to bring this up again. Thanks, Vikbama.
>Nothing unusual. Just uh. Work placement. Yeah.
>Had to interrogate a perp. You know how it goes.
>Isaac does consulting for police and I kind of do some consulting consulting for him.
>I took a tour. You should too, it’s pretty cool.
>Yeah, so I went to a police station. But what have you guys been up to?
> Other (?)

>Isaac does consulting for police and I kind of do some consulting consulting for him.

>>34879204
>Thanks Vikbama.
>I took a tour. Isaac knows a lot of the guys on the force.
>I'M NORMAL STOP LOOKING AT ME

>>34879204
>>Yeah, so I went to a police station. But what have you guys been up to?
TRANSPARENT REDIRECTION, GO!

I'm tired and so am going to bed. Next thread Wednesday. Let speculation run rampant.

>>34879204
>Other.
"How did you find out about that, Vik?"

>>34879260
Thanks lawnguy.
I predict that Moriah is going to try to hold hands

>>34879204
>I took a tour. You should too, it’s pretty cool.
"Nah, I kid. But for real,"
>Had to interrogate a perp. You know how it goes.

>>34879204
>Isaac does consulting for police and I kind of do some consulting consulting for him.
>Yeah, so I went to a police station. But what have you guys been up to?

>>34879260
Thanks for running but know that I feel extremely frustrated right now.

>>34879204
>A friend of mine died in a gang shooting a while back. I was giving an aditional testimony.

>>34879275
With whom? Baron?

>>34879260

Also it seems that I accidentally archived this thread as 'Hellborn 63' due to fatigue. It comes up when you search Hellborn Quest in the tags, but not if you search by thread name.

>>34879260
>Wednesday
Why do you play with me so?
Ah well, thanks for the thread Lawngod, see you next time.

>>34879204
>Had to interrogate a perp. You know how it goes.

>>34879204
>Isaac does consulting for police and I kind of do some consulting consulting for him.

"Nothing all that interesting, but I get to put skills acquired during my misspent youth to good use which is always nice.

It also convinced me that being a cop is not for me, they have to deal with way too much paperwork."

>>34879204
Let's give Vikrama a demonstration of Sierra's cold reading abilities.

Anyone happen to have the image in the OP without the text on it? It's badass as fuck.

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>>34879897
here u go

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>>34879897

Are we sure we want Baron and Vikrama to know what's really going on? I can't imagine Mr Crowther and Waldric would be happy having them know about their business.

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>>34879999
Much obliged, gents. I'm out.

>>34880015
The way we say it is obvious bullshit though.

>>34876108
This is super late but still...

I'm intersted! Sounds crazy cool. I'm the one trying to gather info into a Compendium so it might've been me asking about Heltic language.

You should totally post it.