>>35175628
> “Alright, thank you, Professor.”

Sadly, he's right. No weaseling out of this.

>>35175628
>> “I won’t accept this!”
>> Wonder why our costume's skirt exposes so much.

Because seriously. And she really should bring a camera so she CAN have evidence.

>>35175693
Actually, relooking, she really does need to shape up her research paper writing skills. Even if she did go there and didn't bring back evidence she still could have used her research in finding the place as references. Shoddy work, Liberty.

>>35175628
>> “I won’t accept this!”
We'll redo it, we can't let such a bad grade stain our academic record

>>35175628
>“Alright, thank you, Professor.”
Liberty needs to work on her paper writing skills, clearly.

>>35175628
>> “Alright, thank you, Professor.”

What is this and why is it stickied by my filters?

>>35175628
>“Alright, thank you, Professor.”
Well, looks like she needs to start carrying a camera.

>>35175628
> “Alright, thank you, Professor.”


Bibliographie... does he not now how archeology works ? If he would have complained about a lack of photographic evidence, or sample fragments or similar I would have understood, but he can't expect her to cite others on a topic she has done the first research one.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>35175628
>Surely you'll reconsider.

Pout. Pout hard. Puppy eyes are optional

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wait just a minute

this guy?

are Monk and Ham the physics and law professors? oh god that'd be amazing

> “Alright, thank you, Professor.”

You sigh, feeling a great row in the pit of your stomach. Your mom’s not going to like this. Then again, your mom probably isn’t even aware of where you even get any sort of higher education. “Alright, thank you, Professor Jones.”

He nods. “Right, Miss Hunter. Listen, I can refer you to Sir Mortimer Wheeler’s works in excavation, he is an absolute pioneer in the art of making entire forts come out as if they were built yesterday. But you need to get into the habit of citation. Without it, nobody will believe you if the second coming of Christ were to happen.”

You furrow your brow, glaring at him a little as you walk out. “I should consider myself lucky I got this paper back on time I suppose.” He quirks his brow at you as reach the door. “Then again, you and me probably have similar pursuits, Professor.

He waves you off, putting a huge book down on his desk to read. “Out with you, and if you can, please let the other girls in class know I’m not looking for any kind of relationship at the moment.” He starts flipping through as you leave.

[1/2]

>>35176155
[2/2]

…

…

Doctor Savage’s School for Gifted Youngsters was founded on the principle that today’s youth are tomorrow’s leaders. So, Doctor Savage put together a bunch of funds, built a school on the outskirts of New York City, and here you are. It is very common to run into fellow co-workers here, but for all intents and purposes, it’s just a regular High School for above-average boys and girls.

As you walk through the terrace under the shade of the trees, you pass by boys cramming for their exams, girls gossiping in the corners, and Professors running off to class. It has been some time since you last saw Doctor Savage.

You blink, looking down at your feet to see a little black cat-like creature walking besides you. “Oh, hey Kirby.”

>> KIRBY <<
>> The American Messenger of Magic <<

“Hello, Liberty. I assume you are well.” He looks up at you with his stark red eyes.

“Sure,” you say. “Is there something you need me for?”

“Posonby and Shelby have been livid over the Shard’s near-burglarizing but I have managed to calm their nerves.”

You stop in place, then look down at Kirby with a hard glare. “You realize how crazy I look talking to a cat?”

“I have considered the judgment of others and have deemed it irrelevant,” he says. “Perhaps you will accompany me, Posonby and Shelby would like your assurance that the Shard is in safe hands and it would reinforce your relations with us Messengers.”

> Not now. Sumire and Rana wanted to meet for lunch today.
> Alright, but we better make it quick.
> Write in

>>35176174
> Not now. Sumire and Rana wanted to meet for lunch today.

>>35176174
>> Not now. Sumire and Rana wanted to meet for lunch today.

>>35176079
You can't prove to people that something is true without having evidence, whether that be backed research or photographic evidence of you being there.

>>35176174
>Not now. Sumire and Rana wanted to meet for lunch today.

>>35176174
>> Alright, but we better make it quick.

>>35176174
> Alright, but we better make it quick.

Because we have a lunch date...thing...not a date.

>35176117
That's a hell of a hairline.

>>35176174
>Not now. Sumire and Rana wanted to meet for lunch today.


>>35176201
Thats was my point, he can complain about the lack of evidence of having been there, but cititizations don't do that.

>>35176174
>Make it quick

Also, 1939? Ain't that cute, she's going for her MRS. Kidding, of course. Assuming the sexism of the age is a tertiary thing at best in the setting.

>>35176174
>> Alright, but we better make it quick.
Fine, but I won't like it

>>35176243
... Okay, ignoring that you really didn't make a point there, the other issue is that Liberty didn't make ANY citations whatsoever. Citations help with fact checking, so that anyone looking at her research can look at what she referenced and see if they see the same conclusions, or even check to see if it's a reputable or reliable source.

>>35176363
But she didn't use any reference, she did original research, which is something completly different.
Thats was the point, she can't make cititizations, because she didn't cite anyone, because no one had researched the topic before.

>>35176395
Where did it say she did all the initial research? All I saw is she did some field work.

>>35176419
Since he says it doesn't exist, obviously no reputable work has reported about it so far, meaning she must have been the first one.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

1. for Going to Messengers
2. for Going to lunch

>>35176479
But then how did she find it? I doubt she just happened to stumble on it. At some point, somewhere, someone else pointed her in the right direction.

>>35176479
That's s pretty big inferance. She could have cited speculative texts, referenced previously-researched clues or hints to its existence. Besides, if she (a student) had actually found it, someone else would have gone out all but immediately to conduct professional field research.

>>35176479
She still has nothing backing it up, and she did do research into it but failed to cite what she used as resources. She might as well be writing a pulp novel.

... Hm...

>>35176526
>Admittedly, you did have to go there because there was trouble that Operator #5 reported and it did…

>>35176537
Well yes, that she didn't bring evidence is why I voted her to accept it. But the cititization thing was nonsense. Because the works she probably used were apparently no reliable sources, which have no lace in a cititization, since the point of those is that the reader can look into them himself. Which obviously isn't possible if she used some ancient text she procured god knows where and is now locked away. Which is pretty likely whith this kind of thing.

>>35176544
And how did #5 know where it was? If your sources are too secret to cite, don't write the paper.

>>35176645
>If your sources are too secret to cite, don't write the paper.
Obviously, thats the part she didn't understood.
But requesting cititization for original research is just stupid, no one does that unless you are referencing someone in the text.
It only requires material of evidence.

>>35176576
The citation thing is not nonsense because, as an academic and as a teacher, her professor has to be able to verify what she's written to ensure honesty.

That said, if she writes a book or an article about her experience, then someone else can cite her for a paper of her own.

>>35176691
>It only requires material of evidence.
And here's the fucking problem: she HAS no evidence. If she did, then that counts as a source. If she doesn't, then she needs SOMETHING to back her claims.

In this episode of Magical Girl Liberty Quest, Anons discuss the ethics of citation

> Alright, but we better make it quick.

“Fine, Kirby.” You bend down and let Kirby run up your arm and then sit down on your shoulder. “But let’s make it quick, I don’t want to be late for lunch. Sumire and Rana seemed a bit adamant on meeting me for lunch today.”

Kirby nods. “Perhaps that is because she wants you to pay for her lunch as usual.”

You smirk. “Heh. That figures.”

With that, you begin the walk to find a phonebooth. On your way, a skinny little lad your age runs over. It’s Lenny, the kid with the squeaky voice.. “Hey, Christine!” He holds up a book and a pen, apparently in a rush. “Listen, I got a math test in ten minutes, could you tell me how to factor-“

“No, Lenny.” You walk past him. Lenny stands there, dumbfounded, then sort of kicks the ground in defeat.

You find yourself a phone booth on campus, then walk in. You hit the buttons 1776, and then you both wait a moment. Soon, the glass in the booth tints over, then the floor begins descending downward.

In the time the Strategic Services Office has operated, they have established numerous bases around the US and abroad in allied countries. One of these bases happen to be beneath the school itself. And you wonder why you keep running into Kirby and some of your fellow Magical Girls here. Soon the floor stops and you find yourself at a metal door which you push open with little issue.

And you walk into the small lobby where agents pass you by to and fro their place of work. At the desk is the secretary, young woman by the name of Julia. You smile and wave at Julia, and she does the same as you pass on by. With a Messenger on your shoulder, they all know you have business to attend to.

[1/2]

>>35176754
>And here's the fucking problem: she HAS no evidence.
But that is EXACLY what I said.

> If he would have complained about a lack of photographic evidence, or sample fragments or similar I would have understood

>>35176804
[2/2]

…

…

“And that is why the Shard must be in our care! The humans have no way of handling it safely!” You stand in the center of a large amphitheater-like room. In the rows above you, like seats for the audience, sit the Messengers of Magic aligned with the United States and the SSO. Posonby himself seems to be still livid.

>> POSONBY <<
>> The Welsh Messenger of Magic <<

“You forget, Posonby,” says Lazenby on his side. Lazenby lounges about like an actual cat while the rest sit and stare at you. “We are assured that the Strategic Services Office and Doctor Savage have the Shard well within good hands,” he speaks with an antiquated British accent.

>> LAZENBY <<
>> The English Messenger of Magic <<

“We cannot trust the humans to handle an artifact of great care, no matter their intentions,” says Shelby. “Perhaps destruction of the Shard is our only option.”

>> SHELBY <<
>> The Canadian Messenger of Magic <<

Kirby sits in front of all ten of them. The rest of nothing more to say really. “Liberty. Perhaps you have an opinion on this matter.”

> “It is safe in our hands.”
> “I agree, perhaps you should take it.”
> “Destruction of the Shard seems reasonable.”
> Write in

>>35176847
>“I agree, perhaps you should take it.”

>>35176847
>> “It is safe in our hands.”
I hope Posonby is a corgi.

>>35176819
> nothing to indicate you did any research.
He did complain about a lack of evidence.

>>35176847
> “Destruction of the Shard seems reasonable.”
Where's Aussie cat? Or Irish/Scottish for that matter.

>>35176847
>“It is safe in our hands.”
The Nazis have already stolen it, haven't they.

>>35176847
>“I agree, perhaps you should take it.”
My first time actually getting to be in a Liberty quest Live!
Thanks for bringing this quest back so I could discover it.

>>35176847
>> “It is safe in our hands.”
It's been safe and we kept it safe even when the nazi's found out about it, plus why would you want to bring the shard even closer to the warzone?

>>35176847
>> “It is safe in our hands.”

>>35176847
>“It is safe in our hands.”
I wonder if every country has Messengers, and if all their names end in -by.

>I agree, perhaps you should take it.

I mean, let's be honest here.

All of this shit started because Savage went full retard and just dumped it into a storage crate in a warehouse.

>>35177145
What better place to store an object?

>>35177161

Something that can't be accessed by anyone with a gun and too much spare time/a way to detect it?

>>35177192
So... cement block dumped in the Marianas Trench?

>>35177226
Nah, all we need to do is find a dude with a lot of money and a liking for strange objects (we should know a few of those) and tell him to approach the Angel.

10 years, give or take, the SCP Foundation will keep it safe.

>>35177226

Or in the president's office underneath his bed or desk, whichever. Just take advantage of something that's already monitored or at least has patrols.

I mean, shit, that thing is a weapon of mass destruction and I certainly don't see the American army keeping their nukes in storage crates in a public warehouse.

>>35177288
>I certainly don't see the American army keeping their nukes in storage crates in a public warehouse.
Wasn't Sum of All Fears about that?

> “It is safe in our hands.”

You cross your arms. “It is safe in our hands. Doctor Savage has already relocated the Shard to his hidden research base the Fortress of Solitude in the Arctic.”

“Pardon,” says Posonby quickly. “What was that?”

You nod. “Yes, he calls it the Fortress of Solitude.”

…

“What a stupid name,” says Posonby. “What makes him think that will catch on?”

“That’s not the topic here,” you say. “The point is that we have it under control. I need not remind you that as Messengers, you are playing a support role in all of this. We cooperate with you all at our discretion. This Shard affects us just as much as it affects you all. So do not worry, it is safe. I have known Doctor Savage for many years and he would not make a mistake like he did again. He is a man who learns.”

The Messengers all look at each other, apparently in psychic thought. It lasts only for a few moments before Kirby says, “We have come to the deliberation that we do indeed consider it safe in the SSO’s hands. Thank you for your time, Liberty.”

You nod. “Alright, Kirby. May I go?”

“You may,” says Lazenby. “May the Eternal Hope protect you.”

…

…

You step out of the phone booth in good spirits. “Well, what do you think, Kirby?”

Kirby sits on your shoulder. “I believe my colleagues do have faith in the Strategic Services Office. However, I must admit I feel some apprehension over it as well. If we Messengers had more control over the magic we distribute, perhaps we would better guard it ourselves.”

You nod. “But you don’t. That’s why you have the Magical Girls.”

“Precisely, you are learning our history very well, Liberty,” he says. He drops down onto the ground and begins walking off. “I will see you soon.”

You check your watch.

Ah drat. You’re late. You need to get to lunch. But how?

> Just walk, you’re already late anyway
> Get your motorcycle, you haven’t taken it out for a spin lately
> Call a taxi
> Write in

>>35177347
>> Get your motorcycle, you haven’t taken it out for a spin lately

>>35177288
For a while, Britain kept theirs in a shed sealed by two padlocks and ran security on the honor system.

>>35177347
>Get your motorcycle, you haven’t taken it out for a spin lately

>>35177347
>Get your motorcycle, you haven’t taken it out for a spin lately
When in doubt, use a motorcycle.

>>35177347
>Get your motorcycle, you haven’t taken it out for a spin lately

>>35177347
>Get your motorcycle, you haven’t taken it out for a spin lately

>>35177347
>> Get your motorcycle, you haven’t taken it out for a spin lately
Vroom vroom.

>>35177324
I thought Sum of All Fears involved an Israeli plane carrying a nuke crashing and being recovered by extremists.

>>35177347
>> Get your motorcycle, you haven’t taken it out for a spin lately
Time for fast

>>35177347
> Get your motorcycle, you haven’t taken it out for a spin lately

Adventure! Motorcycles and Girls always lead to adventure

>>35177347
> Get your motorcycle, you haven’t taken it out for a spin lately
Time to make all panties in the vicinity moist.

>>35177347
>> Get your motorcycle, you haven’t taken it out for a spin lately

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> Get your motorcycle, you haven’t taken it out for a spin lately

Alright, Mom, time to see if your training has paid off. You put on your gloves and a helmet and quickly mount up on your bike. It is a Harley-Davidson RL 45, one of the bikes that saved the company from the Great Depression. You kick it into life, then it erupts in a roar of engine and smoke. It vibrates beneath you, puttering and sputtering like a little dog.

Motorcycles, you can see why your Mom likes them.

…

…

After speeding through traffic and nearly getting pulled over by the cops, you managed to find yourself at the café you three were to have lunch at. You hope you didn’t accidentally stand them up, but one look through window and…

Yeah, they’re there. Talking at their own little table. Of course Sumire has bought the most food. Her lunch could feed an entire country for a week. You walk in, the bell signaling your arrival and walk over to them.

Rana smiles at you. “Hey, Christine!”

>> RANA SCOTT <<
>> Magical Girl Bomber <<

Sumire’s cheeks are stuffed full like a squirrel hunting nuts. “Yoh,” she says, a few crumbs falling out of her mouth.

>> SUMIRE KAWANISHI <<
>> Magical Girl Lightning <<

You sit down, frowning at Sumire. “What’s with all the food?”

She swallows hard, sighing a bit. She grins cutely at you. “Hey, a girl has to eat, Libby. You’re late by the way.” She points to your plate, which is more or less just a simple ham sandwich. “There’s yours. You’re paying the bill by the way.”

You look at Sumire’s plate. Several sandwiches, slices of apples, two drinks of bevo, what looks to be a glass of egg cream, Eggs Benedict, and clam chowder.

Hmph. At least she knows not to starve herself.

> “So what did you all want me here for?”
> “Anything new with you guys?”
> Write in

>>35177805
>> “Anything new with you guys?”

>>35177805
>“So what did you all want me here for?”

>>35177805
>“Anything new with you guys?”
Friendly small talk first.

>>35177805
>> “Anything new with you guys?”
>> Order something substantial for ourselves.

>>35177805
>It vibrates beneath you...you can see why your mom likes them
Stop being so lewd, Liberty.
> “Anything new with you guys?”

>>35177805
>> “Anything new with you guys?”

>>35177805
>> “So what did you all want me here for?”
>> “Anything new with you guys?”

>>35177805
> “So what did you all want me here for?”
>order more food, a salad, or fries or something

lunch should be more than just a sandwich

>>35177805
>“Anything new with you guys?”
Greed should not be so cute.

>>35177805
>“Anything new with you guys?”
>Order more food, because, really.

>>35177805
>> “Anything new with you guys?”

>>35177858
Liberty is only vehicle-sexual. She doesn't care for crass boys and lewd girls.

>>35178028
And then there's Knives who is Libby-sexual.

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>>35178063
Maybe Knives should take a page out of Utena's book, then.

> “Anything new with you guys?”

You flag down a waiter. “Excuse me, waiter!” He walks over, a notepad and pen ready. “Could I have a salad, some fries, and a bevo, please?” He nods, writing that down and heading into the kitchen. You can’t imagine why a place would still serve bevo with alcohol becoming legal again, but then again you love bevo. “So, anything new going on, guys?”

Rana smiles, holding up a newspaper flashing the dashing mug of Doctor Savage and his few good men, in front of a prototype pusher prop airplane. “Doctor Savage just unveiled his new airplane, the Spirit! It’s projected to break the Hughes H-1 Racer’s record by over fifteen miles an hour!”

Sumire nods. “That is very interesting, Rana. Do go on.”

Rana grins, bouncing in her seat. “Okay! So basically-“

“I was kidding.” Rana’s grin drops into a heavy frown. “Anyway, I have been up to stuff myself!”

“Oh? Have you finally enrolled in the school?” you say. You have been trying desperately to get Sumire to enroll into Doctor Savage’s school. Rana already has the excuse in that she already goes to school in the inner-city, but Sumire does not.

“Pffft.” Sumire rolls her eyes as she takes a bottle of bevo off a waiter’s platter. “No. You remember Deladrier right?”

You nod. Jeanine Deladrier, Magical Girl Siren. “Yeah…” You quickly take the bottle back and place it on his platter without him noticing. “Why?”

“I am working to get contracted back into her new Security Company!” she says.

You narrow your eyes. Hold on. “Wait. Really?” You cross your arms, leaning back in your seat as the waiter puts down your lunch for you. “You’re leaving the SSO?”

“Yeah,” says Sumire. Rana blinks in surprise. “Figured I can get a bigger paycheck with the French bitch rather than stuff it here with you Americans.” She shrugs as she chews on an apple. “That’s the gist of it.”

> “You can’t possibly.”
> “We’ve worked together for ages!”
> “Well. Alright, good luck then.”
> Write in

>>35178215
>“You can’t possibly.”
>> “We’ve worked together for ages!”
I know you're mercenary, but we have a good thing going dammit!

>>35178215
>“Well. Alright, good luck then.”
Not hurt, not hurt at all.

>>35178215
>> “We’ve worked together for ages!”

>>35178215
>> “Well. Alright, good luck then.”
Well! If that's how little she thinks of us, let's not think much of her either.

>>35178215
> "Why would she even take you?"
Rawr!

>>35178215
>“Well. Alright, good luck then.”
..
Ok
> “You can’t possibly.”

>>35178215
>"Doesn't Siren hate your guts? What happened there?"

>>35178215
> Doesn't she still want to kill you?

>>35178215
This >>35178244

Then followed by the realization of this >>35178305

There's a story here...

>>35178215
>>"Doesn't Siren hate your guts? What happened there?"
Well, I'm kind of sad to see her go, but I'm unsuprised by why she is.

>>35178215
>“You can’t possibly.”
She probably knows enough to be a security risk, and like hell we're just going to let one of our friends walk out on us.

>>35178215
> “Well. Alright, good luck then.”
In cold, flat voice so she can't help noticing how much we disapprove.

>>35178215
>“Well. Alright, good luck then.”
Considering her story with Siren, this is a awfully thinly veiled ploy to get a bigger paycheck from us.

>>35178215
>“We’ve worked together for ages!”
Lightning why

> “Well. Alright, good luck then.”

Your eyebrow twitches minutely, but you cross your arms and look away. “Alright. Good luck then, Sumire.”

…

Sumire scoots closer to you, tilting her head towards you. “Are you mad?”

“A little,” you say. “First off, Jeanine hates your guts. Secondly, we’ve worked together for ages! Months even! You don’t think to tell me about this!? I thought we were friends!”

Sumire smirks. “We’re business partners.”

Rana looks down. “I think we’re friends.”

“Come on, Sumire, don’t tell me all these months of us saving each other, it was all about a paycheck.” You lean forward on the table, glaring at her. “What, do you need more money or something? I can just give you some of my paycheck. Hell, I can convince Operator #5 to work something out.”

“Libby, please, don’t be so hasty.” Sumire bites down on her apple again, chewing. “I go where the money flows. It’s a simple business.”

“What would your Messenger think if he could see you now?” you ask.

“Heck if I care about him,” she says. “He’s dead.” Rana simply sits there, as if waiting for the parents to stop arguing. Sumire continues with, “Besides, Libby, I patched things over with Jeanine. She and I are now buddy buddy! We are tighter than a… describe a chastity belt to me.”

“No.” You groan deeply, shaking your head. “Look. I- We’ve worked together so long and you’re just going to leave us like this?”

“At least I’m giving you the courtesy of letting you know,” she says. “I don’t normally do this!”

> “Don’t leave.”
> “Fine then, leave, see if I care.”
> “Operator #5 is not going to like this.”
> Write in

>>35178607
>“Don’t leave.”

>>35178607
>“Don’t leave.”
followed by
>> “Operator #5 is not going to like this.”
Try to appeal to the better nature that she does in fact have, then switch to more practical concerns if that fails.

>>35178607
>> “Fine then, leave, see if I care.”
I-it's not like we care about you!

>>35178607
>> “Fine then, leave, see if I care.”
> Hmph
Poor Rana, it's hard being inbetween an argument like this

>>35178607
>> “Fine then, leave, see if I care.”
We do care, but we're too pissed off at her to think rationally.

>>35178607
>“Fine then, leave, see if I care.”
>"But when you figure out that she is going to cut the thousands you owe her out of your paycheck, don't think you can come back to us."

>>35178607
>“Don’t leave.”

>>35178607
>“Fine then, leave, see if I care.”

>>35178607

> “Don’t leave.”

>>35178607
> "Oh well silly me, truly the almighty Kawanishi has blessed her devoted followers by deigning to inform them of her departure, however should we repay this common courtesy? It's called COMMON courtesy for a reason you know!"
Sorry Rana, too fun to deescalate.

>>35178607
>>35178671
Oh damn didn't think so many people would flat say leave. Adding
> “Don’t leave.”
If she doesn't react to that attempt.

>>35178607
> “Don’t leave.”

Puppy eyes GO!

>>35178607

> “Don’t leave.”

>>35178696
Well I think she's going to leave no matter what, so it is best to have them part in bad terms so they'll have something to be awkward about when they inevitably meet up again.

>>35178607
It's tempting to vote for a shitty come-back into running off crying but that's too OOC for even my drama-addiction.

>>35178741
A little grumpy after she snubs us is ok though, right?

>>35178780
Oh, I'm voting for all the grumpiness in the world. Also wistful ponderings while staring into the air during the next available long journey.

>>35178807
She hasn't had a good day: Doctor Jones gave her a failing grade on her paper, the not!Incubators gave her and her mentor shit about the artifact, and now one of her friends is bailing on her because of money. She's in a pissy mood.

>>35178807
Agreed. Grumpiness and wistful staring.

Commence Mopey Mission!

>>35178607

> “Don’t leave.”

Lightning please

Lightning no

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>>35178843
I almost pity the Nazis.

No I don't, they're gonna get their shit wrecked.

>>35178607
> “Don’t leave.”

Everyone knows MGs run on friendship, Sumire is actively depowering us which must surely count as treason or something so the only reasonable action is to prevent her from leaving with any means necessary so she won't be a traitor!

>>35178934
Sumire doesn't. She works on money.

>>35178881
At least Knives will be happy.

>>35178959
"Oh Libby, you're so forceful today! Mmm, I'm falling in love all over again!"

>>35178957
Yeah, time to replace her with Magical Girl Tiger. At least she is moe and Aryan.

>>35179001
I could always use more MG Tiger

> “Don’t leave.”

You take your hand, and give her the biggest puppy dog eyes you can. She is not just going to leave you like this. She looks at you, surprised. “Sumire. Don’t leave.”

Sumire looks down at your hands, at your Soul Ring in particular, then sighs, shaking her head. Her smile is completely gone. “I’d… you know I would rather not but- The money, Libby! I just-“

“You don’t need money. You need friends. Like me and Rana.”

Rana smiles, waving her hand a little. “Hi, I’m still here.”

“Christine, come on…” She pouts a bit, wiggling her lip. “You know this was going to happen one day or another.”

“I refuse to accept that,” you say.

…

Sumire sighs. “Give me a day or two and then we’ll see if I actually leave, alright?” You smile a little at that. That’s a start at least. She frowns frustratedly, no longer having much of an appetite. Rana smiles, going back to read the newspaper.

Good, we’re all happy faces again. That’s nice!

> “So, any news in the paper, Rana?”
> “Don’t be so glum, Sumire.”
> Write in

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>>35178959
>>35178976

Um. Ew.

>>35179047
>“Don’t be so glum, Sumire.”

>>35179047

> “Don’t be so glum, Sumire.”

>>35179047
> “So, any news in the paper, Rana?”
Looks like we're gonna have to enact a charm-offensive here. Load 'normal_young_friend_activities.txt' and prepare to convince Sumire we're the best ever.

>>35179047
>“So, any news in the paper, Rana?”
Rana, quickly, break the tension!

>>35179047
>> “So, any news in the paper, Rana?”
I guess, I wanted her to leave and find out on her own that she misses us

>>35179047
>> “So, any news in the paper, Rana?”

>>35179047
>> “Don’t be so glum, Sumire.”
give her a hug

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>>35179050

>>35179047
> “So, any news in the paper, Rana?”

This has been a test of the Emergency Broadcast Feels. This was only a test.
We now return to our regular scheduled conversation

>>35179047
>“Don’t be so glum, Sumire.”
"Tell you what, whatever of value we find that's not bolted down in the next op is yours."

>>35179047
>> “So, any news in the paper, Rana?”

>>35179047
> “Don’t be so glum, Sumire.”

>>35179047
>> “So, any news in the paper, Rana?”

>>35179095
TFW no teary reunion hug into slumber party (shut up we're totally not too old for that).

> “So, any news in the paper, Rana?”

You look to Rana as you start scarfing down in the food. “Anything in the news, Rana?”

Rana flips through a page. “Says here there’s a new Woolworth’s opening up in town but other than that, nothing new… Oh!” She places down the newspaper, looking at you happily. “You remember our old ship, the Sparrow right?”

“Yeah,” you say. “The one Sumire wrecked a few weeks back.”

“It was a storm!” says Sumire quickly. “And we were trying to dodge planes at the same time!”

“You hit the only mountain for miles,” you say. “Anyway, what about it?”

“Doctor Savage has been modifying it a bit back at the Fortress of Solitude,” says Rana. “It should be ready soon!” She hugs the paper close, giddy. “I just can’t wait! He’s apparently planning on some newfangled Atomic engine to power the thing!”

Sumire sighs. “That will be neat I am sure.”

You check the time. “Ah, I gotta get back to class.” You stand up quickly then quickly unzip your purse. “How much was all of this?”

“About fifty three dollars,” says Sumire. You glare at her. Fifty three dollars!? “What!? I figure if I’d leave, I might as well have a nice expensive last supper with you,” she says quickly.

“That won’t matter because you ain’t leaving,” you say as you write down “Put it on my tab – L”. You know the owner here at least, he’ll know what that means. You start out the door, “I’ll see you two at home.” They wave goodbye to you.

[1/2]

>>35179502
…

…

The bell rings with classes over. You stand up out of your seat and start on out of the classroom. You whistle innocently as you start walking, only to get your shoulder pushed. “Huh?” Walking next to you know is a pair of girls, both of you very well-known to you in fact.

“Heya, Christine.”

“Hello.”

>> HENRIETTA GARRETT <<
>> Magical Girl Stringer <<

>> ANNELIESE SCHULZ <<
>> Mecha Magical Girl Tiger <<

Henrietta happens to be one of the more veteran Magical Girls of the SSO, a trainer of the others. She has been working tirelessly with Anneliese to get her up to speed, mostly with how the SSO works. The Minnesotan girl has amazing patience. “Soo, Christine, we was looking into doing some boxing practice, ya? Fitting to join us?”

“Well…”

> Nah, I’m headed home. Need to study.
> Sure, I can spare some time.
> Write in

>>35179527
>> Sure, I can spare some time.
Always got time for Tiger at least

>>35179527
>Sure, I can spare some time.

>boxing practice
It will be good stealth practice.

>>35179527
>Sure, I can spare some time.

>>35179527
> Sure, I can spare some time.
Yaaaaay Tiger

>>35179527
>Sure, I can spare some time.
At last a chance to vent our frustrations!

>>35179527
>> Sure, I can spare some time.
Let off some steam by punching a kraut in the face.

>>35179527
>> Sure, I can spare some time.

>>35179655
Let off some steam by getting hot, sweaty and panting with best girl!

>>35179527
>Sure, I can spare some time.
Tiger time!

>>35179673
Oh no, you know as well as I that Knives is the only one for Libby.

>>35179655
No damaging the looted kraut.

>>35179527
>> Sure, I can spare some time.
We always have time for Tiger and those legs of hers.

Those throbbing, mechanical legs of hers, thrusting and pistoning with the force of many horses.

... Liberty will be in her bunk.

>>35179741
Only if she can bring Tiger.

>>35179699
You've got that backwards. Libby is the only one for Knives.
I have a horrible image of badly painted masks lining the walls of her torture room, and the first thing she does with a new prisoner is put the mask on them.

> Sure, I can spare some time.

Studying can wait, it’s time for boxing!

…

…

Down in the SSO Bunker, there is a gym for Magical Girls where Henrietta trains the Magical Girls. She leads you down to this gym, where already several Magical Girls lift, train, and stretch. They all exercise for the next job or the next mission for their part in the Magical Girl Division of the SSO.

“Ooh! Grace!” Henrietta walks up to Grace Belle, lifting a dumb bell at a bench. “How are ya today?”

“Doing good, Stringer,” says Grace.

>> GRACE BELLE <<
>> Mecha Magical Girl Fortress <<

“Alrighty!” Henrietta smiles warmly as she leads you two to the boxing ring. You’ve already gone and stripped down to simple tank tops and knickerbockers for this. “Now, Christine! Anneliese here has been training exceptionally hard. Do go easy on her, ya?”

> No thanks.
> Sure, sure.
> Actually Henrietta, how about you and I have a go? Just to show her.
> Write in

List of MGLQ character sexualities:
Liberty: Mechanisexual
Lightning: Cashsexual
Knives: Libertysexual
Bomber: ???

>>35179924
>> Actually Henrietta, how about you and I have a go? Just to show her.

>>35179924
>Actually Henrietta, how about you and I have a go? Just to show her.

>>35179924
>Sure, sure.

>>35179924
>No thanks.
I don't think she would appreciate us using anything less than our best.

>>35179924
>> Sure, sure.
Ha! No mercy.

>>35179934
I think moneysexual flows off better

>>35179924
> Sure, sure.
Until she kicks our ass, then its on.

>>35179934
>Bomber: ???
Ammosexual. 13 brownings is a lot of dakka

>>35179924
>> Sure, sure.
Of course we will, just like we did Sumire right?

>>35179924
>No thanks.

>>35179924
>> Sure, sure.
Let's check how the girl has been training.

> Sure, sure.

You climb into the ring, wrapping your hands up. “Alright, Henrietta. I’ll go easy on her, just this once.”

Anneliese glares at you as she steps in. “I will not go easy on you, Christine.” She goes to her corner and raises her fists. Good form, good starting stance. Henrietta simply decides to referee at the side of the ring.

You raise your fists as well. “Ding, ding!” says Henrietta. You and Anneliese step closer to each other. Anneliese strafes to your right. Normally that would call for a few quick jabs in response, but you’re playing it safely. Gotta let her have her day.

Big mistake.

Anneliese pulls her arm back and smashes you down to the ground. You smack the floor with a mighty thud, completely out of it. Holy hells bells that was a hit! You quickly regain yourself, and stand back up, surprised. “Whoa!”

“I did say I was not going easy,” she says. Girl must lift.

> Continue going easy
> Yeah nah, kick her ass (Roll 1d20 best of three)
> Write in

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>35180171
>> Yeah nah, kick her ass (Roll 1d20 best of three)
Time to have fun

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>35180171
>> Yeah nah, kick her ass (Roll 1d20 best of three)
Let's acknowledge her skill.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>35180171
>> Yeah nah, kick her ass (Roll 1d20 best of three)

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>35180171
>Yeah nah, kick her ass (Roll 1d20 best of three)

>>35180202
>>35180222
Huh.

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>>35180202
>>35180222

>>35180257
>>35180270
There can be only one interpretation: cross counter punch!

>>35180298
Double KO?

>>35180202
>>35180222
Well that's interesting

> Yeah nah, kick her ass

You step back, squinting. Anneliese smacks her lips a bit, also looking pretty determined. Alright you kraut, if you want some, you’re going to get some. You rush at her, fists held high. “AAAHHHH!”

She rushes at you. “AAAAHHHH!”

You both give each powerful crosses to the cheek. Sweat explodes off your faces, and your teeth sting in pain as they cut the inside of your mouth.

You both fall to the ground, dazed.

Henrietta looks down at you both. “Ooh jeez.”

You turn on your side then spit. Jeez. “Aw… well-played, Anneliese.”

“You caught me on an off day,” Anneliese says quickly.

“Pardon me, girls.” You all look to see Kirby sitting on one of the corner posts. “I am need in of Liberty’s presence at the moment. I hope you will not mind that.”

> “Sure, I’ll go.”
> “Let me go another round then I’ll join you.”
> Write in

>>35180484
>“Sure, I’ll go.”
I doubt we'll be able to top that particular performance any time soon.

>>35180484
>> “Let me go another round then I’ll join you.”

>>35180484
>“Let me go another round then I’ll join you.”

One loss, one tie. This shall not stand.

>>35180484
>> “Let me go another round then I’ll join you.”

>>35180484
>> “Let me go another round then I’ll join you.”

>>35180484
>“Sure, I’ll go.”
Yeah, it ain't getting better than cross-countering the kraut.

>>35180484
>> “Sure, I’ll go.”
We'll leave Tiger looking forward to getting a right beating from us.

>>35180484
> “Let me go another round then I’ll join you.”
Need to work up a proper sweat.

>>35180484
>“Sure, I’ll go.”

>>35180484
>“Sure, I’ll go.”
Liberty is a responsible solider!

>>35180484
The day Libby learns that wearing a mouthguard while boxing IS a good idea.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

1. Go with Kirby
2. Another round with Tiger (wink wink nudge nudge no really beat the shit out of her)

>>35180720
We only do it because we love you Tiger

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>>35180799
And your legs. Your massive, powerful legs.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

> “Let me go another round then I’ll join you.”

You hold up a finger. “One more round then I’ll go with you, Kirby.”

Kirby nods. “A fair proposition.”

Anneliese and yourself quickly regain your footing. You rush at her again, throwing a combination of jabs and crosses. Anneliese steps back with each punch slamming into her wrists. You can feel her tough bones resist your blows like a brick wall.

But then you go for a heavy overhand punch. You deliver all your bodyweight down above her guard and into her face. With a meaty smack, she falls to the ground, out of it.

You pant, smiling as you wipe the sweat off your brow. “Good fight, Anneliese.”

Anneliese growls a bit as she kneels before. “You will not be so lucky next time.”

With that, you say goodbye to Henrietta and Anneliese. Anneliese quickly starts begging Henrietta for a stricter training regimen, ostensibly in an effort to beat you. Nobody has ever actually beaten you in a fight in the ring actually, except for Henrietta, but that one took a while and you were inexperienced at the time.

You and Kirby walk to the lockerrooms. “So, what’s the deal, Kirby? Does Operator #5 want something?”

[1/2]

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>35180987
[2/2]

“It has to do with the Shard,” says Kirby as he watches you take off your tank top and start undoing your knickerbockers. “Some of us are still apprehensive in regards to its safety. It is a very powerful artifact that is no doubt already being pursued by our enemies.”

You sigh. “I thought I told you, it’s in safe hands. Doctor Savage is not an idiot.”

“Still, we would like for you to take a trip to the Fortress of Solitude,” he says. “We will loan you one of the SSO’s Bristol Balmorals, specially designed for long range travel.”

You narrow your eyes at Kirby as you start putting your clothes back on. “Kirby, is this necessary?”

“No,” he says. “That is why I am giving you the option. Otherwise I may ask Stringer seeing as how she has been a Magical Girl longer than most of you.”

…

“And we trust you,” he says. That’s actually quite the surprise. You stop buttoning up your blouse for a second, to look at him with a frown. “But that is irrelevant. Will you take the mission?”

> Sure
> No
> Write in

>>35181005
>> Sure
We did tell them it was okay with Savage, might as well make sure ourselves

>>35181005
> Sure

>>35181005
>Sure

>>35181005
>Sure
If they think it's that important we might as well humor them.

>>35181005
>> Sure
We're gonna get betrayed, ayup.

>>35181005
>> Sure

>>35181005
>> Sure
Well if this pointless trip will pull the worrywart Messengers off SSO's back, sure.

>>35181005
> Sure

Road Trip!

Rolled 1 (1d2)

> Sure

You nod. “Alright. I’ll take your little errand, Kirby. I assure you, nothing bad will happen you little worrywart.”

“I do not understand that term nor do I care enough to understand what it means,” he says. “We are grateful that you would take this. Feel free to bring along whoever you would like, just as long as you do not oversaturate your presence. We look forward to results soon, Liberty.” With that, he hops off the bench and walks out of the lockerroom.

You sigh, pressing down your shirt. You’ll take a bath at home. Here in the lockerroom, it just feels like Knives could sneak up on you while you were showering. And that is not fun at all.

You shudder. You hate to remember the last time that happened.

But regardless, you have a mission to attend to. You can leave tonight and you should probably bring only two or three people. You can start deciding this later however.

> Head home
> See what Stringer and Tiger are up to
> Call up Doctor Savage
> Write in

>>35181313
>> Call up Doctor Savage
We failed that paper Doc

>>35181313
>> Call up Doctor Savage
I guess we should inform him we're going to make a social call.

>> You hate to remember the last time that happened.
Wait, when that happened? I must check the archives immediately... for science.

>>35181313
> Write in -Assemble the team!

Bomber, Lightning and Tiger.

>>35181313
>Call up Doctor Savage
It's only polite to let him know we're coming.

>>35181313
>> Call up Doctor Savage

>>35181313
>You’ll take a bath at home. Here in the lockerroom, it just feels like Knives could sneak up on you while you were showering. And that is not fun at all.

That's exactly what Knives wants! She's waiting for us at home!

>>35181313
> Head home


>You shudder. You hate to remember the last time that happened.
Oh ho.

>>35181368
I'm afraid thats not recorded for the sake of future generations.
We will have to recreate the circumstances

>>35181313

> Call up Doctor Savage
>You shudder. You hate to remember the last time that happened.
I find the idea that Knives managed to infiltrate a SSO facility, just so she could molest Libby in the shower, highly amusing. Girl is crazy dedicated in addition to all the other crazy she is.

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Rolled 2 (1d2)

> Call up Doctor Savage

You pick up a phone at the lobby and wait a moment. Technology has not yet caught up to the long distances that is required for calls like this. Finally, a click, a young woman on the line. “Operator, standing by.”

“Operator, get me Savage. Codename: Lady Liberty, pass 226217.”

“Just a minute, Liberty.” More waiting.

Finally, another click. This time, it’s the man himself. “Hello?”

“Doctor Savage? It’s me, Christine.”

“Ah, Christine!” The old man sounds happy to see you. In fact, you can’t remember a time when he’s not been happy to see you. “It’s good to hear from you! How did your essay on the Lost City of Z go?”

“Ah… that’s not important, Doctor Savage-“

“You failed, didn’t you.”

“Maybe. But- Another thing. You remember the Shard, yes?”

“Of course! We have it here in secure storage. Renny and Long Tom have given their assurance that nothing can break that vault. Why do you ask?”

“Kirby and the other Messengers are sending me up there, just to make sure it’s safe.”

“Ah, I don’t blame the old cat. It would be lovely to see you again, you and me could catch up on old stories. I’ll have arrangements for you and any friends you bring prepared, alright?”

“Okay, thank you, Doctor Savage.”

“Of course, anything else?”

> “It is safe, right?”
> “I hear you’re about to break Howard Hughes’ record.”
> “Nope, that’ll be all.”
> Write in

>>35181683
>> “I hear you’re about to break Howard Hughes’ record.”

>>35181683
>> “I hear you’re about to break Howard Hughes’ record.”
I'm sure you'll beat it easy

>>35181683
> “I hear you’re about to break Howard Hughes’ record.”

How public is that info supposed to be?

>>35181683
>“I hear you’re about to break Howard Hughes’ record.”

>>35181683
>> “I hear you’re about to break Howard Hughes’ record.”

Rolled 1 (1d2)

> “I hear you’re about to break Howard Hughes’ record.”

You twirl your finger around the phone cord, smiling. “I hear you’re about to break Howard Hughes’ record, Doctor Savage.”

“Ooohhh… that. Nah, it’s just the Spirit, we stuck the biggest engine we could into that thing and projectings are going nuts. If it does break Howard’s record, that’ll be a hell of a thing! Right now though, most of the company’s assets are going into this newfangled energy power, atomic power. Working on converting your Zep to run on it, maybe it’ll be ready when you get here!”

“Yeah, we’re leaving tonight by the way.”

“Alrighty, anyway, Howard’s record is nothing to beat. I’m more looking forward to get these things working the US Army, it’ll save a decent amount of lives. So far, they’re looking to capitalize on something that can outrun the Falke and the Hellhound. Should be trivial getting a fast plane, not something like the Zero, Zero’s fast and can turn on a dime. I’m looking for something that’s just plane fast, period.”

“I see. Well, I won’t hold you too long, Doctor Savage.”

“Look forward to seeing you come by.”

You hang up then. What now?

> Head home
> See what Stringer and Tiger are up to
> Write in

>>35182018
>> See what Stringer and Tiger are up to

>>35182018
>See what Stringer and Tiger are up to
"Hey Tiger, what are you doing tonight?"

>>35182018
> See what Stringer and Tiger are up to

>>35182018
>See what Stringer and Tiger are up to

Cannot neglect our friends

>>35182018
>> See what Stringer and Tiger are up to
"Hey Tiger, what are your legs doing tonight?"

>>35182018
>> See what Stringer and Tiger are up to
Might as well before we go

>>35182018
>> See what Stringer and Tiger are up to

Rolled 2 (1d2)

> See what Stringer and Tiger are up to

“Hey girls.” You walk up to Henrietta standing behind Anneliese, pressing up against her as she gently guides Tiger’s strikes. “What’s up with you two?”

“Ah, helloo, Christine,” says Henrietta. You can see a very deep blush on Anneliese’s angry face as she has Henrietta’s hands on her wrists and her body up against her back. “I was just showing little Anneliese here some proper form on her boxing, ya?” She smiles at you. “What’s new wit you?”

You shrug. “I have to head up to the Arctic to the Fortress of Solitude, pull some security for the you-know-what.”

“Ooh jeez.” Henrietta carefully lets go of Anneliese and walks over to you, leaning on the ropes. “Did you want any of us to help?”

“I was hoping Anneliese might come along, she did save my, Lightning, and Bomber’s life,” you say. “I figured she could use a comfy assignment.”

Anneliese walks up to you, furrowing her brow. “Do you not think I can handle anything more greater?”

You shake your head. “No, it’s just- I’d like for you to come. If you’re not too busy.”

Henrietta grins. “Ooh, Anneliese is currently on standby, so she should be free, ya!” Anneliese sighs, apparently she did not want to broadcast that. “Anyway, I would love to help but I am still busy training some of the new recruits, ya? It’s a darn thing to work on these days, ya.”

“I understand, Anneliese?”

Anneliese sighs. “When do you leave?”

“Tonight.”

She crosses her arms, pouty. “I suppose I will go, I will meet you at the airport, yes?” You smile at that. With that, you wave goodbye to her and Henrietta. Time to head home.

[1/2]

>>35182515
…

…

You pull your motorcycle up into the driveway. The old apartment building is bit better than the tenements, but it’s not exactly the best idea to broadcast lonely rich girls in a rich house who live by themselves. At least that’s how you think Operator #5 put it. You open up the door, say hello to the Landlord, then start heading upstairs to the third floor.

Soon enough, you’re there at Room 303. You stick your key in the lock and turn it, and with a click, you’re in. “Hey, guys. Should I cook some dinner?”

You see Rana on the couch, lying back and listening to the radio while Sumire is presumably in the bedroom. Rana greets you happily. “Hey, Christine!”

> Go cook dinner
> “Pack your bags, we’re heading on a mission.”
> Coax Sumire out of the bedroom
> Write in

>>35182533
>> Coax Sumire out of the bedroom
by cooking dinner. with food that she loves

>>35182533
>> Coax Sumire out of the bedroom

>>35182533
>Coax Sumire out of the bedroom

>>35182533
>Coax Sumire out of the bedroom
Let's try to only explain this once.

>>35182533
>> Coax Sumire out of the bedroom
Tiger's gotten grumpier over the time skip.

>>35182533
>> Go cook dinner

>>35182533
>“Pack your bags, we’re heading on a mission.”
Then
>cook dinner

We make new friends. We take our friends on trips. We make dinner. We best girl.

>>35182533
>> Go cook dinner

I'll wager a wooden nickle to a dozen donuts that Sumire has snuck out the window.

> Coax Sumire out of the bedroom

You knock on the bedroom door. “Sumire, you changing in there?” No answer. You can hear some ruffling around though. “Sumire?” Hm. You check the door. Doesn’t seem to be locked. “Come on, Sumire! Don’t make me come in there!”

Rana looks over. “What’s going on?”

“Ah, it’s probably Sumire being sore over the contract thing,” you say. You open the door. “And I gather that-“

…

Sumire is halfway out the window, but unfortunately her ass is caught and thus, she hangs out the window. “Ah, darn it!” she yells. She wiggles her hips a bit, kicking her legs as she tries to force herself free. You simply stand there as she tries to run from this. This would be pretty cute if it weren’t for the fact that she was still trying to sneak out. Finally, she gives up. “… okay you caught me.”

You walk up to her, folding your arms and glaring directly at the back of her head. “Sumire, why are you sneaking out the window?”

“… so I could go work with Jeanine,” she says. She throws her arms up. “Come on, Libby! It’s a lot of money! Do you know what you could do with 700 dollars a week!?”

“Maybe buy a better window so you can’t escape like some Alcatraz mobster,” you say quickly.

She sighs, defeated and deflated. “Just help me back in.”

> “No.”
> “Only if you’ll come with me on a mission.”
> “Hey, if you want to leave, leave.”
> Write in

>>35182930
>“Only if you’ll come with me on a mission.”
We can talk about this on the way.

>>35182930
>> “Only if you’ll come with me on a mission.”

>>35182930
>> “Only if you’ll come with me on a mission.”
>> Spank her butt.

>>35182930
>> “Only if you’ll come with me on a mission.”
Slap her butt for emphasis.

>>35182930
>> “Only if you’ll come with me on a mission.”
Sumire has a fatass

>>35182930
>“Only if you’ll come with me on a mission.”

>>35182930
> Write in

But I'd miss you. We have so much fun together...beating up Nazis. [sad puppy eyes]

>>35183023
No, she has datass.

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>>35183168
Yep. Datass.

>>35183223
thisismyfetish.jpg

> “Only if you’ll come with me on a mission.”

You rest your hand on her rump, looking down on her. “Will you help me on a mission? We have to leave for it by tonight.”

Rana pokes her head in. “We already have a mission? Awww…” She holds her newspaper, pouting. “I was going to go the Woolworth’s and get that nice scarf I was looking at.”

Sumire says, “Yeah, fat chance.”

…

“I’m not helping you out of there until you say yes,” you say.

“Well, I can-“ She struggles harder against the window. She squeals as she kicks and writhes against the frame, banging against the wall and pushing like a caterpillar. Her skirt from her sailor uniform flutters, her shirt nearly rips at the seams. But finally, she relents. “Okay, I’ll go.”

You grab her hips, then proceed to forcefully pull her out. She tumbles onto the floor, holding her hips. “I’ll cook you dinner, then we can discuss some payment, alright?” You pat her on the head and walk to the kitchen.

You put on an apron and start setting out the ingredients. Rana starts packing her things, mostly just spare clothes and the like while Sumire relaxes on the couch to the music.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_CI-0E_jses

Soon enough, you have three plates of nice hot piping clam chowder for everyone. You all settle around the small little table and start digging in. “So, Christine,” says Rana. “When do we leave?”

“Tonight,” you say. “Probably in about a few hours actually.”

“Hmph, eager to go on a milk run, eh?” asks Sumire.

“It should be fine. We’re just going up to the Fortress of Solitude.” Rana’s eyes light up. She knows what that means. She quickly slurps down her chowder, eager to get going. Sumire simply smirks in amusement at her.

> “Sumire, why do you need money so bad?”
> “Now, Rana, Doctor Savage is a pretty cool guy.”
> Go pack up
> Write in

>>35183276
>“Sumire, why do you need money so bad?”
If her pay was really that bad she would have left months ago.

>>35183276
>> “Sumire, why do you need money so bad?”
>> “Now, Rana, Doctor Savage is a pretty cool guy.”

>>35183276
>“Sumire, why do you need money so bad?”

>>35183276
>> “Now, Rana, Doctor Savage is a pretty cool guy.”
Don't get too excited now

>>35183276
>> Go pack up
I'mma gonna go sulk at no spanking.

>>35183276
>> “Sumire, why do you need money so bad?”

>>35183276
>> “Sumire, why do you need money so bad?”
> Go pack up

>>35183324
Don't worry, I'm sure Knives will spank us plenty the next time we get captured.

>>35183373
Spank implies an open hand. I think Knives would go straight for the crop and rod.

>>35183276
> “Now, Rana, Doctor Savage is a pretty cool guy.”

As much as I love squeeing nerd girls, the have a tendency to touch things that would be best left untouched. Like artifacts that melt people, or books by arabs.

Also, can we have someone pick up that scarf for Rana. I feel like we're ignoring her.

>>35183432
We could ask nicely, while pouting a little.

>>35183276
>> “Sumire, why do you need money so bad?”

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>>35183485
Or little puzzle boxes with strage symbols.

>>35183534
Large leathery eggs, circular egyptian gateways, really the list of DO NOT TOUCH goes on and on.

>>35183276
> “Sumire, why do you need money so bad?”

>>35183656
Big red buttons with DO NOT PRESS labels. Glass spheres with a burning lidless eye inside.

> “Sumire, why do you need money so bad?”

You narrow your eyes. “If you need money so bad, Sumire, you could just ask, honestly.”

“Nah, nah, it’s not that,” says Sumire. She quickly slurps up your clam chowder as well, and with a hearty burp, she smiles.

“Then why?” you ask.

“Well… you know, money makes the whole world go round. Not enough to go around for people during the Depression,” she says.

“I wasn’t aware that affected Japan,” you say.

She shrugs at that, apparently not really knowing either. “Eh, as a kid you don’t really pay attention to things unless they’re important. And money is, you know?”

“Yeah, but why do you need money?”

… Sumire scratches her chin. “Hm…” She shrugs again. “I dunno. I might need it later?”

“You ever think this is some kind of problem?” you ask.

“Do I look like I take all the money and bathe in it? Wrap it in a warm blanket and love it tenderly? Have children with it and still love every curve and every nip of the dollar as we lie in bed romantically?” She giggles a bit. “Jeez, Libby.”

You roll your eyes as you actually savor your meal. Jeez.

[1/2]

>>35183745
[2/2]

…

…

Once everyone is packed, you call up a taxi to head to the airport. You throw your bags into the trunk and you all head into the backseat. “Airport, step on it,” you say. The driver nods, moving down through the dark streets of New York. It’s not all bright lights and showtunes. Sumire and Rana sit on both sides of you, Rana already deciding to take a nap and rest on your shoulder.

Sumire says, “Think we should get her that scarf?” she asks.

You smirk, then whisper, “I already bought it for her. I’ll show it to her after we’re done.” Sumire gives a “not bad” look at that.

“You know, Libby…” Sumire frowns a little. “I was wondering. You ever think of settling down?”

You blink. “Settling down?”

“Yes.” She sighs, leaning back and staring out the window. “I mean, me, I’ll keep doing this and that. Gotta keep the money flowing. But you, and Rana, and all the others. I mean- One day, you’ll give up the Soul Ring, give up the powers and everything, just be a normal girl.”

> “We can’t be Magical Girls forever.”
> “I don’t intend on retiring, not just yet.”
> “I’ll settle down if you settle down.”
> Write in

>>35183769
> “We can’t be Magical Girls forever.”
> “I don’t intend on retiring, not just yet.”
> “I’ll settle down if you settle down.”

>>35183769
>> “I don’t intend on retiring, not just yet.”
OI oi Sumire, that's dangerously close to Death Flag talk right there.

>>35183769
> “I’ll settle down if you settle down.”
Mening, probably never.

>>35183769
> “I don’t intend on retiring, not just yet.”

Also, I'm taking requests.

>>35183769
>“I don’t intend on retiring, not just yet.”
Not as long as there are wrongs out there that I can right.

>>35183769
>> “I don’t intend on retiring, not just yet.”
Not as long as she can help

>>35183830
Fic requests? Libby and Knives's shower encounter that was mentioned earlier.

>>35183830
Knives/Liberty sounds both interesting and horrifying, so if you're so inclined...

>>35183769
>> “I don’t intend on retiring, not just yet.”

>>35183769
>“I don’t intend on retiring, not just yet.”

>>35183830
That encounter in the shower, if you would be up for it.

>>35183769
>> “I’ll settle down if you settle down.”

>>35183861
>>35183870
>>35183903

Shower encounter it is!

>>35183969
The Homo Shower strikes again!

>>35183969

Shower scenes are traditional. And scary knife shower scenes are classical.

>>35184020
REEEET REEEET REEEET REEEET

> “I don’t intend on retiring, not just yet.”

You shake your head. “I’m not retiring, not yet.”

Sumire huffs. “That one of your past lives talking?”

“No, that’s me,” you say. “It’s all me.”

Sumire smiles as she rests her head on your shoulder. “And that’s what I love about you.” You smirk, brushing some hair out of Sumire’s eyes. At the very least she can understand what kind of person you are.

You like Sumire.

…

…

You three walk across the airfield, and then you meet up with Anneliese Schulz. She stands by the modded Balmoral, crossing her arms and looking relatively grumpy. “Hold on,” says Sumire. “Are we going with the kraut?”

“Yes,” you say. “I figure I might as well bring her along. She did save our lives.”

Sumire gives you a very unamused look. “Libby. She stares at you when you sleep. I’m not even kidding.”

Rana giggles a bit. “I think that’s cute.”

“It could be worse,” you say. You shudder to think that.

Anneliese looks at you as you approach. “Right, are we ready to go?” You nod at that.

> Sit back and relax, I’ll fly.
> Can one of you fly?
> Write in

>>35184199
> Sit back and relax, I’ll fly.

>>35184199
>Sit back and relax, I’ll fly.

>>35184159
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xhx_B45xxxQ

>>35184199
>> Sit back and relax, I’ll fly.

>>35184199
>> Sit back and relax, I’ll fly.

>>35184199
>> Sit back and relax, I’ll fly.

>>35184199
>> Sit back and relax, I’ll fly.
She can fly super good

>Sumire gives you a very unamused look. “Libby. She stares at you when you sleep. I’m not even kidding.”
Tiger is a super good girl

>>35184199
>> Sit back and relax, I’ll fly.
I forget, are we officially qualified?

>>35184199
>Can one of you fly?

Actually fly. Like a sane person with training as opposed to a lunatic desperatly trying not to crash or be shot down?

>>35184392
Liberty can fly fine when she isn't being shot at

>>35184411
Other than us. I'd like to arrive rested. We don't do that enough.

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> Sit back and relax, I’ll fly.

“Sit back and relax. I can fly,” you say.

Sumire says, “Hopefully not into any oceans. The Balmoral isn’t exactly a subplane.”

“Yeah, I’ve realized that,” you say quickly as you hoist yourself inside.

Rana hoists herself in as well once you start getting associated with the controls. “Wow! This must be the Balmoral Gunship! Extra tanks that can take us all the way to Tokyo from here, but all the guns replaced with 20mm cannons! You know, lots of pirates like to use these kinds of Balmorals for anti-zep duties.”

You nod at that. “Yeah, I suppose Kirby wanted security for us.”

Rana and Sumire sit down next to each other in one of the cramped crewspaces. “I’ll say!” says Rana. Anneliese helps herself in then sits down across from her.

“Alright, everyone strapped in?” you say. You click the engines into ignition. “We’re a go.” The props start spinning to life, roaring as the Balmoral starts taxiing down the runway. You can feel Anneliese’s glare at the back of your head. Rana wasn’t kidding, she’s probably going to be staring at you all flight. That’s not going to be fun.

[1/2]

>>35184665
[2/2]

…

…

Already about an hour or two into the flight. You’ve probably crossed over into Canada by now. You yawn a bit. You’ll have Tiger take over in a bit hopefully. It’s a really good thing Doctor Savage taught you how to fly in short notice after the Atlantean business. It’s proven to be quite the valuable help.

You look back for a second to see Rana and Sumire, leaning up against each other, out like lights. Anneliese herself has her arms folded, leaning against the hard metal wall of the Balmoral, still facing in your direction, but slumbering. She just won’t give up.

You smirk as you look back forward.

Then the radar blips. You look at the radar, dots, coming from behind. And an even bigger dot coming from your Nine O’clock. Who’s out flying at this time of night. You pick up the radio and say, “Um, Liberty 1-1, unknown aircraft, identify yourselves?”

“This is Edward Roberts coming in from the Royal Fortune.” You look to your left, and soon enough you see the tracking lights of a Zeppelin come out from above a cloud.

Edward Roberts, of Robert’s Raiders, the Sky Pirates.

“Surrender your aircraft or we’ll shoot you down!”

…

Pfft. Like hell you are.

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>>35184687
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A3G61y1-9sc

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>>35184687
FUCK YEAH CRIMSON SKIES TIME

>>35184732
Thanks for the thread Schteel.

Thanks for the thread.

>>35184732
Good thread.

>>35184732
Thanks for the fun. See you next time.

>>35184732

Thanks for the run schteel~

>>35184732
Next time on MGLQ: dogfighting.
Fuck yeah!