>>35305527
>> Fly at treetop level, take them low.

>>35305527
>> Fly at treetop level, take them low.

>>35305527
>> Fly at treetop level, take them low.
Whoop, time for WW2 magical girls

>>35305527
>> Climb, get some altitude.
Bloody sky pirates.

>>35305527
>Fly at treetop level, take them low.

To many quests, must sleep.

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>I finally catch a thread

Fuck yeah!

>>35305607
sleep between posts

>>35305527
>Fly at treetop level, take them low.

OH BOY, another GermanSchteel quest about little girls and 'pure' lesbianism AND ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOTHING OF VALUE.

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> Fly at treetop level, take them low.

“Hang on! I’m taking her for a dive!”

Sumire and Tiger hold onto the seat as you push up on the controls. You engage air brakes as well. The Balmoral lumbers downwards into a 45 degree dive, shaking and shuddering against the wind. You feel forced up against the seat, but it could be far worse without those air brakes. Your eyes could be forced into the back of your head!

You break through the clouds. Sumire screams, “TREES!”

You pull hard on the controls. Anneliese and Sumire slam into the floor with a bang as you level out. Okay, okay, now things are normal. “Rana! How many we got pursuing!?”

Rana holds her head, dazed, her eyes spinning in her head. “Uhuuh….” She looks through the window. “I count six!”

“Six!?”

“I dunno, th- that level out kinda dazed me. It could just be three. I think one of those pirates actually crashed into a tree, so yeah, just three.”

You nod. “Rana, Anneliese, man the guns.” Anneliese ducks forward into the gun compartment and charges the bolt back on the 20s.

“What do I do?” says Sumire.

You smirk at her. “Look cute and don’t touch anything.” She pouts at you as she sits in the co-pilot seat. “But seriously, just call things out if you see them. I’m gonna get tunnel vision out here.”

“Brigands!” yells Rana. “Three of them coming from Six O’Clock!”

> Fly straight and level.
> Evasive Action (Roll 1d20, best of first three)
> Write in

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>35305830
>> Evasive Action (Roll 1d20, best of first three)
German, you should consider having rolls AFTER votes are locked in. Or have rolls no matter what option is chosen.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>35305830
>Evasive Action (Roll 1d20, best of first three)

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>35305830
>> Evasive Action (Roll 1d20, best of first three)
Fuckin' move

>>35305830
>> Evasive Action (Roll 1d20, best of first three)

> Evasive Action

“Rana, are they high or low?!”

“High! They’re going to dive on us! I can’t raise the gun high enough!” she shouts.

Alright. This is going to take some careful maneuvering. “Strap in! I’m going to do something very very stupid!” Sumire immediately buckles into her seat. Anneliese and Rana though have no such luxury. Poor them.

You pull back on controls and open up the throttle, giving it all you can. “What are you doing!?” Anneliese looks back at you, angry. “We’re slowing down!” More precisely, you’re slowing down, and climbing and angling to 90 degrees vertical. You look at the speedometer. Dropping, dropping. “They’re gonna hit us!”

No they’re not. You look back at the speedometer. 0. Well, if the laws of cartoon gravity serve you, this is now the time to fall. All the girls scream as the Balmoral tips over backwards and starts falling. You hear one Brigand fly under you. You squint your eyes as you feel the blood in your body slosh and splash around. Come on.

There! You squeeze the triggers. The two 20mms roar, shaking the plane. One Brigand flies past your view, catching several to the wing. It splits in half, spiraling out of control. Another Brigand flies past as well, just as you start to angle out upwards. “Anneliese, nail him!”

Anneliese’s head whirls around. “Whahaa…”

Ah, damn it. You squeeze the firing triggers again. The 20s spray across the Brigand’s hull, then burst the tail cannon apart. It flies to the ground, smoking like a chimney.

Sumire heaves a bit, covering her mouth. “I hate flying.”

“DO THAT AGAIN!” screams Rana.

> Speed up, and try to run away. (Roll 1d20, best of first three)
> Keep up the evasive maneuvers. (Roll 1d20, best of first three)
> Write in

>>35306080
>> Speed up, and try to run away. (Roll 1d20, best of first three)
Maybe they will give up now

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>35306080
>> Speed up, and try to run away. (Roll 1d20, best of first three)

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>35306080
>> Keep up the evasive maneuvers. (Roll 1d20, best of first three)

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>35306080
>Speed up, and try to run away. (Roll 1d20, best of first three)

>>35306080
>Speed up, and try to run away. (Roll 1d20, best of first three)
Sorry Sumire.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>35306080
>> Speed up, and try to run away. (Roll 1d20, best of first three)
Being pirates, I'd expect them to give up after these losses.

> Speed up, and try to run away.

“Alright! Let’s move!” You open up the throttle again. The plane roars in response as you give it everything you can. You look at the speedometer.

200 kilometers an hour.

Well, that’s something at least.

“Hey!” The radio shrieks to life. It’s Edward Roberts. “What the hell was that!? You can’t make a goddamn Balmoral do that!”

You pick up the radio. “Well I just did, deal with it you pirate scum. Or maybe you want to send the rest of your boys down here to catch me.”

Another Brigand makes a flyby of your craft, shaking the plane. “Ah… you win this round, the hell’s your name, little girl?”

> None of your business.
> Liberty.
> Christine Hunter
> Write in

>>35306249
>> Liberty.
What an alright dude

>>35306249
>> Liberty.
Fuck Yeah.

>>35306249
>> Liberty.
Probably don't want to go giving our real name to pirates.

>>35306249
>> Liberty.

>>35306249
>Liberty.

>>35306249
>> Liberty.

> Liberty.

You click the radio and speak, “The name’s Liberty, Lady Liberty.”

“Interesting name, girl.” You hear a slight chuckle behind the radio. Then you look to the side to see the last Brigand break off and away. “I’ll let you go this time. Just out of respect for a fellow aviator.”

Oh thank goodness, that’s great! Especially considering you’ve only been flying for a few months.

“But next time,” he says. “You will not be so lucky and I will not be so merciful. You’ve been warned.”

“Thank you, Captain Roberts.” You place the radio back and start going back to gaining altitude.

Rana says, “The Zep is turning away! We’ve won!”

Maybe, maybe you just got lucky.

[1/2]

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>>35306755
[2/2]

…

…

Flying in arctic weather is not fun at all. You squint your eyes against the sun reflecting off the snowy ice. The Fortress of Solitude is out here. And soon enough, you hear a voice over the radio. “Unidentified Aircraft. Identify yourself.”

“This is Liberty, on mission from the Strategic Services Office, reporting to Doctor Savage’s facility for matters of national security. Requesting permission to land.” You look around at the snow. Nothing but flat expanses of snow and ice. “Sumire, you see a place to land?”

Sumire shakes her head, squinting her eyes as well. “Nope.”

After a minute, you hear the Air Traffic Controller. “Request granted, Liberty.” Suddenly, you see the ground in front of you split open, and unfold. Ah yes, you underestimated Doctor Savage’s cleverness. In this case, an underground facility, with an underground airstrip. The huge stretch of land splits in two, and reveals an entire airstrip underground for you to land down. Plenty of space too.

You bring the Balmoral down through the opening and pull down the landing gear. The Balmoral’s slow enough anyway, and that means short landings. The tires screech as you make contact with the ground, and then land amongst a row of other planes, part of Doctor Savage’s own fleet of airplanes. A flying legion.

“Alright, we’re here,” you say as you grab your bags. You kick open the door and hop out.

“Christine!” A huge man of bronze greets you, clad in a smart suit and a labcoat. Smartly cut hair as well, and a smile that could launch a thousand ships. He opens his arms to you. Doctor Clark Savage Junior. “It’s good to see you again!”

> Hug him
> “Where’s the Shard, Doctor Savage?”
> “Whassup, Doc?”
> Write in

>>35306772
>> Hug him
Doc Mother Fucking Savage

>>35306772
>> Hug him
>> “Whassup, Doc?”

>>35306772
>Hug him
> “Where’s the Shard, Doctor Savage?”

>>35306772
>> Hug him

>>35306772
>> Hug him

>>35306772
>> Hug him
>> “Whassup, Doc?”

> Hug him

You run up to him and take him in the fluffiest hug possible. “Doc! It’s so great to see you again!” you say happily. This is no joke, this man was a better mother to you than your own mother. And that is really saying something. He laughs, picking you up and spinning around. You kick your legs, laughing. This man is larger than life, an adventurer, a scientist, a businessman, a hero!

>>[| DOCTOR CLARK SAVAGE JUNIOR |]<<
>>[| Head of Savage Industries, Inventor, and Agent of the SSO |]<<

He places you down, smiling. “Oh, how are things at the Academy?” You shrug. “Oh, don’t give me that…” he tugs on your cheeks, chuckling. “Ehehe… So who are your friends?”

You motion to the three girls. “Coworkers of mine. Sumire Kawanishi, Rana Scott, and Anneliese Schulz.”

Rana slides up to him, stars in her eyes and mouth agape in awe. “DOCTOR SAVAGE! AAAAHHH! I’M SUCH A BIG FAN!”

Using one of his powerful hands, he ruffles up Rana’s hair. “I can see that! Hey, maybe you’d like to see the Phantom Corsair I have in my personal garage, that’s assuming-“

“I’D LOVE TO!” she screams, bouncing in place, further squealing in glee.

> Let things go, you might as well relax for now.
> You’re here on business, time to see that Shard
> Write in

>>35306994
>> You’re here on business, time to see that Shard
And then we can relax a bit

>>35306994
>> Let things go, you might as well relax for now.

>>35306994
>You’re here on business, time to see that Shard

>>35306994
>> You’re here on business, time to see that Shard
Rana a cutie, but we do have a job to do.

>>35306994
>> You’re here on business, time to see that Shard

>>35306994
>> You’re here on business, time to see that Shard

>>35306994
>> You’re here on business, time to see that Shard

> You’re here on business, time to see that Shard

You cross your arms, frowning a bit. “Actually…” You slowly come in between Rana and Doctor Savage. Rana looks to be on the verge of tears as she realizes what the deal is. “We’re here for a particular reason, Doctor Savage.”

Doctor Savage nods, still bright as ever however. “I know, I know. The Shard. Come on then, I can show you much of the Fortress of Solitude while we’re here.” He leads you four on past all the planes and through a metal door into a large warehouse. “Here at my little place, I know the meaning of security! Look around you!”

You look around, to see armed guards on catwalks and next to the cargo they guard. Almost dozens of them wearing blueshirts, body armor, and black caps. “Wow…” says Sumire. “Ever have any break ins?”

Doctor Savage nods. “A few, they don’t get too far though, we usually stop them before they get through the door. Now this-“ He gestures around the warehouse. “This is just cargo. Meaningless stuff.” He walks up to another metal door. “We’ll head over to my office.” A pair of Security guards walk up, then slice their keycards in a pair of computers at the same time. The door hisses open and you all walk through.

Admittedly, you aren’t paying much attention. It’s just great to see Doctor Savage again. Sumire, Anneliese, and Rana are in awe at the scale of the place. You walk past laboratories, research areas, testing facilities and the like. All staffed by the finest people Doctor Savage can muster. You ask, “Doctor. How’s our airship?”

“Pretty much done!” He grins. “Atomic engine, jet nacelles, facilities for a squadron of ten Devastators, the works. All on Helium as well to make it non-explosive!” You step into an elevator, and soon you’re going up again. “I’ll show it to you later however, we’re talking the Vault.”

“Vault?” asks Sumire.

[1/2]

>>35307444
[2/2]

What he means is the Vault. You turn around as you ascend up the elevator, to see just what the Vault is. You even looked relatively shocked at how big it is. It is a giant building sized bank vault, buried into the side of an enclosed mountain. Doctor Savage says, “Pure steel, ten meters thick. You’d need a heck of a lot of magic to break through that. That’s not including thirty guards with anti-magic weapons overlooking it. All in all, there is only one way out of the Vault as well. Perfectly secure.”

Finally, the Elevator stops, and with a ding the doors open to reveal a quaint little office. However, you meet someone already there, waiting in a chair, not looking too happy. “Doctor Savage,” she says with a heavy French accent. “I’ve been waiting-“ She tilts her head, and further narrows her eyes. “Sumire…”

>>[| JEANINE DELADRIER |]<<
>>[| Magical Girl Siren |]<<

Doctor Savage walks in, smiling. “Sorry, Miss Deladrier. I was busy showing Christine and friends the ropes.” He sits down behind his desk, and leans forward. “And speaking of which, are you impressed, Christine? Think Kirby will be impressed?”

> I am.
> Surely it could be better secured.
> Nope.
> Write in

>>35307465
>Surely it could be better secured.
Just kidding.
> I am.

>>35307465
>> I am.
Super safe, nothing could go wrong

>>35307465
>I am.
Give Siren a glare, she's going to steal our jap!

>>35307465
>> I am.

>>35307465
>> I am.
>> Handshake with Siren. FIRM handshake. VERY firm handshake.

>>35307465
>> I am.

>>35307465
> Surely it could be better secured.

> I am.

You nod. “I certainly am, Doctor.” You and the girls sit down in his comfy chairs, and immediately you all melt. Finest comfy chairs you’ve been in in a while. You lean back and smile at him. “I’m sure Kirby and the other Messengers would be proud.”

Doctor Savage chuckles, pulling a pipe from his desk and some tobacco as well. As he carefully stuffs the tobacco down the pipe, he says, “Well, Christine, I try not to spare expense. I mean, I am running a business. This could be far more safe, but I have properties and enterprises to look after. Take Miss Deladrier here.”

Jeanine nods. “Siren Security is providing some of the security detail for the facility. After the Nazis tore us down last year, we are slowly building back up.” She looks at Sumire, who has settled into eating the complementary candy on Doctor Savage’s desk. “Such as our Magical Girl branch.”

Sumire looks up at her, candy stuffing her cheeks. She slowly grins at Jeanine.

“Don’t give me that look,” she says.

> Well, we can stick around to make sure it’s secure.
> Since it’s secure, I guess we can leave then.
> Jeanine, perhaps you and I could talk?
> Write in

>>35307794
>> Jeanine, perhaps you and I could talk?
We need to make sure that she's a good match for our Jap girl.

Guys, I had an idea. What if Sumire doesn't actually want to work for Siren and she's being strong-armed into it to pay off her debt?

>>35307794
>> Well, we can stick around to make sure it’s secure.
For a while at least

>>35307794
>> Well, we can stick around to make sure it’s secure.

>>35307794
> Jeanine, perhaps you and I could talk?
You no get our BFF!

>>35307794
>Jeanine, perhaps you and I could talk?
If she really wants to poach our friend she had better be willing to fight for her.

>>35307794
> Jeanine, perhaps you and I could talk?
Time to get territorial!

>>35307794
>Well, we can stick around to make sure it’s secure.
And not at all so Rana can fangirl some more.

>>35307794
>> Jeanine, perhaps you and I could talk?
If she's going to poach our jap, we can at least make sure she'll take good care of her.

> Jeanine, perhaps you and I could talk?

You reluctantly stand up. “Actually, Doctor Savage.” He looks up at you, confused. “Would you mind if Jeanine and I talked for a second?” You look at her, with a requesting look on your face. She shrugs in response, standing up. You’ll have to take that as a yes.

“Alright,” he says. He smiles, his white teeth shining through. “Rana, how about you and I hash out things on my latest racing aircraft.” Rana rushes over, the entire galaxy in her eyes as she stares up at Doctor Savage as if he were a god himself.

You and Jeanine walk out of the Office, with Sumire staring at you with a frown as you shut the door behind you. “Alright, Jeanine,” you say. “Of all the Magical Girls you could hire, you pick Sumire, someone you really hate, why?”

Jeanine crosses her arms, lowering her eyebrows. “Simple. She owes an incredible debt to me. Even then, she is a very competent Magical Girl, if a bit callous with equipment.”

“Well…” You scratch your chin. “Can’t you forgive it?”

…

“You want me to forgive several tens of thousands of dollars in damages to my company,” she says. “Because you don’t want your petit choufleur to leave your side?” Jeanine can be nice, but damn if she can’t be condescending some time.

> We’ve worked together, you and me! Just this once?
> Please, I’ll do anything!”
> Okay, when you put it like that…
> Write in

>>35308025
>Yes.
>How about it?

>>35308025
>> Please, I’ll do anything!”
She'll do lewd things like work on her motorcycle's engine.

>>35308025
>> Okay, when you put it like that…
I still want Sumire to leave, hate it, and come running back.

>>35308025
>> Write in
"You twisting her arm with the debt doesn't leave a very good impression. Reminds me more of the Mob than a business, you know."

>>35308025
>Please, I’ll do anything!
You want a favor? Name it.

>>35308025
> Okay, when you put it like that…

Let her go.

>>35308025
>Yes. Thanks you for being so understanding.

>>35308025
>We’ve worked together, you and me! Just this once?
Can't you cut her some slack? For me?

> Write in

“Yes.”

Jeanine quirks her brow a bit. “Really.”

“I’m just saying. I’ll do anything you want. I’ll take her debt for her, I’ll work for you… I dunno. Look, this business of debt is very mobster-like, don’t you think?” you say.

She shrugs. “I wouldn’t know. Debts are not things to be taken lightly. She needs to work this off herself, and I will pay her as well on top of her working off her debt.” She glares at you, but not angrily, more as if she was trying to ward off an angry dog. “I will not discuss this further. She will come work with me. That is final.”

“But-“ You blink. “Come on, can’t you cut her some slack?”

“No.” She opens the door, motioning you in. “Discussion over, Christine.” Oh, Jeanine, goddamn it. You little French… Agh, you can’t stay angry at her, she means well. You both step and sit back down in your chairs.

Doctor Savage looks at you, as well as Rana and Sumire. Anneliese is busy staring at the Vault through the Office window. “Alright, shall we have some lunch then? I have a good cook from as far away as India! Can cook us some nice curry.”

> “I’m not hungry.”
> “Sure, that’s fine.”
> “I’m going to head up to the Living Quarters if that’s fine.”
> Write in

>>35308386
>> “Sure, that’s fine.”
Liberty isn't pouting

>>35308386
>“Sure, that’s fine.”
Might as well enjoy lunch with Sumire before we lose her.

>>35308386
>“Sure, that’s fine.”

>>35308386
>> “Sure, that’s fine.”
Plot to abduct Sumire from the frenchie.

>>35308386
>> “Sure, that’s fine.”

>>35308386
Uh, I'm pretty sure debt slavery was illegal at the time (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1926_Slavery_Convention), especially with extenuating circumstances such as, say, being a magical girl of justice, or ALREADY HAVING WORK. Your move, Schteel.

>>35308487
Technically it's not slavery if Sumire is willing to go along with it.

>>35308487
Except its not debt slavery, its offering her a job to pay of her debt.

>>35308487
France did not sign that until 1963.

>>35308487
Jeanine is in fact, a terrible frenchman.

>>35308514
Sick Nasty Burn

>>35308514
I wasn't aware Sumire was a French citizen or currently in France or French-owned territories.

>>35308554
The United States didn't sign it until the fifties, and we're in the Antarctic right now. Also, debt slavery wasn't specifically abolished by international committee until 1956.

>>35308572
And it could be worse: Sumire could own massive debt to someone in Western Bangladesh. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chukri_System

>>35308608
Sorry, Western Bengal.

>>35308572
The point remains that unless Sumire actually enters France or a French territory (of which there are none in the Arctic), all Jeanine can do is petition the US to extradict her.
Hell, even if she did go to France it'd create an international incident if they just up and arrested her.
She has pretty much no power to enforce shit.

>>35308627
Again, Sumire is clearly on board, Siren isn't forcing her to do anything from the look of things.

>>35308627
She doesn't need to enforce anything, Sumire has enough honor in her body that she would want to repay her debts if given the opportunity to do so.

>>35308651
>>35308662
That's not relevant though, we're discussing Jeanine's statements in >>35308386 which are complete bullshit, she has literally no more power than we have so her saying shit like 'that's final' is retarded.

>>35308686
Eh. All we can really do at this point is try to talk Sumire into sticking around.

>>35308686
No, you're misinterpreting: she's refusing to let Liberty take on Lightning's debts because she thinks that Sumire should be beholden to paying off her own debts. She doesn't actually seem to be legally enforcing Sumire to enter debt slavery, anyways.

>>35308686
She doesn't make any legal threats in that one. She says Sumire needs to work it off herself for character reasons, because its better for Sumire to do it herself.

> “Sure, that’s fine.”

You sigh, crossing your arms and huffing a bit. “Sure, that’s fine, Doctor.”

…

Ugh…. This curry would be good. But you’re not hungry at all. Next to you, Sumire eats up all of her food like a pig, getting sauce and rice all over cheeks. Anneliese eats much more politely, occasionally glancing at Sumire with a bit of “ugh, someone teach her some manners, schiesse”. That goes the same for Jeanine as well, who sits next to Doctor Savage. Rana sits on his other side, happily listening to his tales of derring-do and thrilling adventure.

You all eat in Doctor Savage’s private dining room. It’s quaint, just like his office. Nice cozy little table for ten people, fine art on the walls, the works. It’s like eating in a log cabin in fact.

“Christine,” says Doctor Savage. “You’ve barely eaten. Not a fan of Oriental cuisine?”

Sumire looks over, smiling a bit. “Can I have it then?”

> “Get your own.”
> Clean Sumire’s cheeks
> “Sorry, not much of an appetite.”
> Write in

>>35308742
> Clean Sumire’s cheeks
> “Sorry, not much of an appetite.

>>35308742

> “Sorry, not much of an appetite.”
> Clean Sumire’s cheeks

>>35308742
>Clean Sumire’s cheeks
>> “Sorry, not much of an appetite.”
Let her have it, it can't hurt to be nice to her at this point.

>>35308742
>Clean Sumire’s cheeks
>“Sorry, not much of an appetite.”

>>35308742
>> “Sorry, not much of an appetite.”
Maybe it was the speed bumps on the inbound flight.

>>35308742
supporting the sad >>35308755
>>35308757
>>35308765
>>35308775

>>35308742
>> Clean Sumire’s cheeks
>> “Sorry, not much of an appetite.”

>>35308742
>> Clean Sumire’s cheeks
>> “Sorry, not much of an appetite.”
Are we crossing into shameless shipper territory?

>>35308880
Nah, team mom territory.

I saw a Crimson skies arcade game once. Joystick, throttle, and the thing was fucking broken.

>>35308880
God I hope not, there's enough of that shit as it is in the other quests.

>>35308880
Tiger > Lightening

This is a fact.

>>35308880
>your petit choufleur
We already are.
Nah, we are just concerned and sad

>>35308924
Knives>Tiger.

Also a fact.

>>35308988
Tiger's Tigerlegs>Knives>Tiger.

Also also a fact.

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>>35308988
Knives is shit.

> Clean Sumire’s cheeks
> “Sorry, not much of an appetite.”

You slide the plate over to Sumire, then pick up a napkin. “Sorry, not much of an appetite. I think the plane ride over here took it out of me a bit.”

Doctor Savage nods, understanding. “I see, I see. Rana actually told me about the trip over. Accosted by Roberts’ Raiders and surviving to tell the tail!” He holds up his fork and starts whirling it around like a plane. “You got three Brigands on your tail, faster and more maneuverable than your Balmoral in every way! Then boom! You start angling upwards, climbing sharply, and you roll over and pull a tailslide on not one, but two Brigands!”

Rana nods, grinning. “Yeah, we helped.”

“I’m sure you did!” he laughs. “Haha! Only a few months flying and you’re a natural Eddie Rickenbacker!”

You nod, smiling a little. “Yeah, yeah.” Before Sumire can eat up any further, you press the napkin against her cheeks, wiping.

“Hey!” she says, trying to slap you off. “Go away! I’m eating here!”

“Have some manners, Sumire.” You grab onto her shoulder and keep on cleaning. She whines, moving her face away as you dab and wipe. “Jeez, you’re like a little baby.”

Suddenly, the intercom comes on. A security guard speaks to you all. “Doctor Savage. There’s an anomaly within the perimeter. We’re investigating it now and it’s probably just some bears tripping the security alarms again.”

“Alright. I’ll come check it out,” says Doctor Savage. He pushes his half-finished plate away and stands up, along with Jeanine. “Miss Deladrier, you’re coming along?” She nods. “Very well, very well. Come on then. Christine, you’ve been here before, you can lead the girls to their room. I’m sure a nice nap would do some good for you,” he says. With that, the two of them leave, leaving you alone with Rana, Anneliese, and a pigging out Sumire.

> Head up to the Living Quarters
> Talk with Rana
> Talk with Anneliese
> Talk with Sumire
> Write in

You know, if the reason she's poaching Sumire away is because of profit, we can always just make it too unprofitable for Jeanine to continue hiring her.

>>35309038
>> Talk with Sumire

>>35309038
>Talk with Sumire
Is that it, then? No way I can convince you?

>>35309038
>> Talk with Rana
Liberty isn't sad one bit

>>35309038
>> Talk with Sumire
So, you're not going to reconsider?

>>35309038
>Talk with Rana

> Talk with Sumire

You lean on the table as Sumire eats, and Rana tries to get something out of Anneliese. “So, Anneliese. You like tanks?”

Anneliese nods, continuing to eat and giving Rana the cold shoulder. “Yes.”

…

“Okay,” says Rana. “Um… you like planes?” Anneliese nods, not even bothering to give a response. “Um… how about cars?” No response at all this time. Ah, Rana, poor girl.

You look over to Sumire. “So, Sumire. I talked with Jeanine…” Sumire nods, continuing to stuff her face, completely negating all cleaning progress you made on her face. “About your debt. And about your future.” Sumire stops short of stuffing more rice into her mouth, then turns her eyes to you. “I thought we talked about this.”

Sumire places the spoon down, then sternly looks at you. “Now, Libby. I know this isn’t something you want to hear, but here it is. I do have to work with Jeanine, just for a little while. She’s actually paying me more than the SSO does on top of forgiving my debt with every little bit!”

You nod. “I can understand that. But you can ask me for money you know-“

“Nope.” Sumire crosses her wrists in a big X. “This is my money, and I need it. My debt as well and I will pay it off.”

“Well… can’t you pay it off by working with us?” you ask. “Just...”

Sumire narrows her eyes, smirking a little. “You seem to really not want me to go.”

> “Only because I like you.”
> “Only because you’re a competent fighter.”
> “Hmph, you can go whenever you want.”
> Write in

>>35309330
>> “Hmph, you can go whenever you want.”

>>35309330
>> “Only because I like you.”

>>35309330
>“Only because I like you.”
You're my friend, dammit! How many times do I have to pound that into your skull for you to get the hint?!

>>35309330
>“Only because I like you.”
>But she made her point, and its a understandable one

>>35309330
>> “Hmph, you can go whenever you want.”
I don't even care anymore

>>35309330
Supporting the sappy >>35309350
>>35309357
>>35309365

>>35309330
> “Hmph, you can go whenever you want.”

>>35309330
> “Only because I like you.”

>>35309330
> “Only because I like you.”

>>35309330
>> “Only because I like you.”

> “Only because I like you.”

You cross your arms. “Only because I like you.”

Sumire smiles, a slight pink to her cheeks. “Awwwwwww… you’re so sentimental, Lady Liberty.” She tugs on your cheeks, and you can do nothing but frown sadly at her. “Come on. I won’t be gone too long. It’s only a few tens of thousands of dollars to work. I should be back soon!”

Anneliese says, “Actually, if your pay is what you say it was, you will only pay it off in five years.”

“Yes, thank you, Anneliese,” says Sumire with enough venom to kill an elephant. “Or, arigatou in my language. I really needed that to make Libby here feel better.”

You sigh. “Well, look Sumire, I-“

A guard bursts through the door. You all stand up, surprised. “Girls!” he yells. “There’s been a breach! I’ve been ordered to escort you all back to your quarters under guard!”

> To hell with that, OUT OF OUR WAY
> Alright, alright
> What’s the issue?”
> Write in

>>35309621
>To hell with that, OUT OF OUR WAY
If Knives is here, then we need to give her a proper welcome.

>>35309621
> What’s the issue?”
I smell a trap, give me info before we go kickass
Doc would never go send us to hide rather than fight

>>35309621
>> What’s the issue?”

>>35309621
>What’s the issue?
Gotta get intel before we go kick ass!

>>35309621
>To hell with that, OUT OF OUR WAY

>>35309621
>> What’s the issue?”
Thank you very much, now if you don't mind we'll be off to fight those invading nazis.

You all know what will happen if we go back to our quarters. Knives will be in our shower. AGAIN.

>>35309838
You speak as if that would be a bad thing.

>>35309838
I don't see the problem.

Schteel is having some internet issues, posting this in his stead.

> What’s the issue?”

“What’s going on?”

The guard says to you, “Someone’s trying to break into the vault. We’re sending all Security teams down there to stop them now.” He points to you all. “I’ve been sent down to get you to your quarters where you’ll be safe-“

>> MAGICAL GIRL LIGHTNING! <<

“Out of our way, tough guy!” Lightning brushes past him, naginata under her arm.

“Hey!” he shouts. “Get back here!”

>> MAGICAL GIRL BOMBER! <<

“Pardon me!” Bomber slips in between his legs then sprints down the hall after Lightning.

“Okay!” He stomps, now clearly angry. “You all need to-“

>> MECHA MAGICAL GIRL TIGER! <<

He stares up at the very well-equipped Tiger. She glares back down at him. “Um.” The guard scratches the back of his neck, nervous. “Y-you can go.” Tiger shoves him aside, against the wall as she stomps through the hall way.

You walk up to the guard, smiling. “We’re Magical Girls, don’t think too much of it.” With Soul Ring held high, you tap into your power.

[1/2]

>>35310323

[2/2]

>> MAGICAL GIRL LIBERTY ! <<

You leave the guard in the dust as you run down the hall and into the elevator. Quite crowded thanks to Tiger’s machinations and armor. You descend downwards, in silence. No point in talking on an elevator after all. Then finally, you reach the desired floor. You all run out to a small army of Security Guards, right in front of the Vault. The entire room is alight with machine gun turrets being deployed from the high ceiling.

Red alarm lights turn the room red with their glow as you stand under. “Where are the intruders!?” you yell.

Suddenly, you hear the ceiling crack. You see stones and rocks start falling. “There’s your answer,” says Sumire. Then the ceiling gives you to a drilling capsule falling amongst the guards. Out the top pops a girl, not just any girl, a member of the Magisch Korps Sturmkinder. All the guards raise their weapons, and the turrets aim right down at her. “Drop your weapon!”

>> MAGICAL GIRL CROSSHAIR! <<

She pulls her weapon from her back and fires. “DOWN!” You push Sumire and Rana to the ground.

Crosshair fires her Lahti L-39. The shot flies, too fast for you to see. But in a few seconds, every turret gets a hole blown through them and every guard falls to the ground, a hole right through them as well. You feel the round crack and splinter right off your shield.

And out pop more girls. “Well, well! If it isn’t the crazy bitch’s bitch!”

>> LEAPER, CROSSHAIR, AND ELEPHANT! <<
>> MEMBERS OF THE MAGISCH KORPS STURMKINDER <<

“Elephant, the door!” she shouts. “We’ll hold them!” Elephant quickly runs to the vault while the two other girls hold their ground.

How to proceed?

> Keep Elephant off the door. (Roll 1d20 best of three)
> Engage Leaper. (Roll 1d20 best of three)
> Engage Crosshair. (Roll 1d20 best of three)
> Write in

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>35310343
>> Keep Elephant off the door. (Roll 1d20 best of three)

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>35310343
>Keep Elephant off the door. (Roll 1d20 best of three)
Protect the shard!

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>35310343
>> Keep Elephant off the door. (Roll 1d20 best of three)
Keep her out of the Vault

At least Schteel isn't getting randomly banned again

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>35310343
>> Engage Crosshair. (Roll 1d20 best of three)
Let's see if the ultimate magical defense can withstand a fucking huge anti-materiel rifle.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>35310343
>Engage Crosshair. (Roll 1d20 best of three)
She's gonna take down the whole team if we don't stop her.

>>35310366
>>35310369
>>35310382
WELP.

>>35310366
>>35310369
>>35310382
>>35310386
hue

>>35310343
>Engage Crosshair. (Roll 1d20 best of three)

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>35310343
>> Keep Elephant off the door. (Roll 1d20 best of three)

> Lahti L-39
FYI that's an antitank rifle

>>35310343
> Keep Elephant off the door. (Roll 1d20 best of three)

We're gonna burst in and find Knives and co, aren't we?

> Keep Elephant off the door.
> Engage Crosshair.

“Lightning!” you yell. You raise your shields quickly as Crosshair cycles a new round and Leaper starts her run at you all.

“Going, going, gone!” Lightning winds up her naginata and slams the blade into your shield. You go flying right over Leaper’s head and right at Crosshair. She raises her rifle and fires again. The shot snaps right across your shield. You stay the course and slam into the capsule, knocking her off.

Crosshair recovers quickly, raising her rifle again. You meet her with a shield to her barrel, slapping it down. Then a sharp shield bash to her chest, flooring her. You look back, Leaper is well… leaping all over the place, proving quite the match for Lightning, Bomber, and Tiger combined! Ain’t that something.

You run at Elephant, who is busy trying to push the Vault open. She sees you and quickly pulls her Kukri from its sheathe and slices at you. You recoil backwards, the blade slicing across your cheek only slightly. You bring your shield down, only for her to step back and whack you with the pommel, stunning you. Then she kicks your knee, downing you.

You grab your knee, it stinging with pain. Elephant runs back to the Vault and starts glowing blue with magical energy. Her hair flares upwards, and sharp crackles of magic fly across her as she focuses all her power into strength. She screams as the Vault starts moving. It grinds, its pistons and hydraulics pushing back, but slowly it starts turning open. Finally, there’s a man sized entrance ready for the taking.

She goes to run in. You move to stop her, only for your leg to give out again. This time to a bullet grazing your thigh. You don’t even the pain from this one. You look to see Crosshair, her AT rifle holstered in favor for a pair of C96 Mausers.

> Engage Crosshair (Roll 1d20 Best of three)
> Chase after Elephant (Roll 1d20 best of three)
> Write in

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>35310620
> Engage Crosshair (Roll 1d20 Best of three)

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>35310620
>Chase after Elephant (Roll 1d20 best of three)

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>35310620
>> Chase after Elephant (Roll 1d20 best of three)
Get Bomber to engage Crosshair

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>35310620
>> Chase after Elephant (Roll 1d20 best of three)

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>>35310644
>>35310655
>>35310661

>>35310644
Welp.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>35310620
>> Chase after Elephant (Roll 1d20 best of three)

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>35310644
Welp

>>35310644
Ok so we know that teegee dice conspire against Libby but her streak of bad luck when it comes to NOT stealing tanks is getting ridiculous.

>>35310707
/tg/ dice seem to move the plot forward for us. They shit on us whenever we try to prevent the bad guys from getting the thing, and then kiss our girly behind when its time for JUSTICE!

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>>35310644

At this rate the Nazis are gonna take us back as a prisoner.

Just as planned

>>35310738
The dice are the real railroaders

>>35310620
>> Chase after Elephant (Roll 1d20 best of three)
>>35310644
>>35310655
>>35310661
Hee. This should be fun.

>>35310750
Magical Girl Fascism when?

>>35310768
>Brainwashed Liberty Arc
Schteel are you taking notes?

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>>35310783
>Lightening gone
>Liberty brainwashed
>time for Tiger and Bomber to finally get some character development

>>35310783
I would honestly kill to see that. Alas, the more likely situation here is that the Gurkha Girl stabs Liberty in the chest and puts in in the hospital for a while, leading to a Lightning/Siren team up.

>>35310799
>>35310797 is also good. Tiger/Bomber buddy cop action?

>>35310851
I'd really like to know more about why Tiger fights. She's clearly a (German) patriot, but why betray? She had a reason and it wasn't really clear.

>>35310888
Seems more like she never really knew anything else than she wanted to fight for Der Fuhrer.

>>35310888
I can't remember, but I guess Liberty wasn't an ass to her and actively tried to be nice to her.

>>35310888
Because she didn't really have much of a choice after Liberty Befriended the shit out of her.

> Engage Crosshair (CRITFAIL)
> Chase after Elephant

You throw your shield at her. Crosshair’s response is to stand up, drop her guns, then jump and catch your shield right out of the air. She throws it right back at you before she lands, and all you can do is block it with your own shield. You’re thrown right into the vault, tossing over some crates of important materials and artifacts.

Okay, you’re not going to do that again. Elephant looks back at you, surprised. She slices downwards, and you manage to roll out of the way. The crate explodes into a shower of splinters.

You take a glance at the Shard, still in its briefcase. Elephant looks the same way you do, then makes a rush for it. You throw your shield at her legs, knocking her down. Gotta get it to safety!

Then you feel this, a sharp slash at your back. Elephant just threw your kukri at her back, and apparently succeeded! You fall over, screaming in pain. Elephant quickly hops over you and grabs the case, hurrying out. You try to follow her, bracing yourself on a box before making a limp out.

You pop out of the Vault, then duck. Lightning flies past you, shouting and slamming onto the floor. Bomber and Tiger lie on the floor, stunned and KO’d. Leaper smirks smugly, right at you. “Well, it appears Lady Liberty’s lost her flame.” A rope descends out of the hole and down to the floor, where Elephant and Crosshair buckle up. “I don’t know what our good major sees in you.”

> Throw your shield at them (Roll 1d20 Best of three)
> Charge them (Roll 1d20 Best of three)
> Write in

>>35310916
>>35310907
Maybe it was her father's death in WW1? Doesn't want to send Germany through another war?

Or maybe she hates what Germany has become.

Who knows.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>35310938
> Charge them (Roll 1d20 Best of three)

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>35310938
>Charge them (Roll 1d20 Best of three)
Maybe we can wrestle the case out of her hands?

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>35310938
>> Throw your shield at them (Roll 1d20 Best of three)
Aim for the briefcase

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>35310938
>> Charge them (Roll 1d20 Best of three)

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>35310938
>Throw your shield at them (Roll 1d20 Best of three)

>>35310938
>Charge them (Roll 1d20 Best of three)

>>35310938
>>35310969
FINALLY a success! Not sure what we can really do at this point though.

>>35310938
>> Charge them (Roll 1d20 Best of three)
>>35311002
Dunno if it's a success: Liberty has the shit beaten out of her.

>>35311064
Well a 14 is certainly much better than we've been doing so far at least.

> Charge them

You push off, running at them. Leaper blinks in surprise, quickly buckling onto the rope. You jump, shield high, shrieking like a banshee. You ping Elephant right in the face, forcing her off the rope and sending the briefcase into the air. You try to grab for it, only for Leaper to give you a high kick to the face, sending you down to the ground.

Darn it!

You slap the ground and rush at them again, Leaper runs at you, dragging the rope with her. You bring your shield up and immediately she starts pelting you with a flurry of punches and kicks to your shield, starting to force you back. Crosshair leaps up and catches the briefcase, pulling Leaper away. She tugs on the rope, and soon they start ascending upwards.

No! Damn it! NO! You toss your shield upwards at them, to which Crosshair simply bats it away with her rifle, sending it tumbling away. They fly right up the hole, gone.

… Damn it.

Lightning, Bomber, and Tiger limp up to you, crushed.

“Damn,” says Lightning. She looks at you. “Kirby is not going to like this.”

You look over at Elephant, who lies on the ground, dazed.

> “He’ll have to deal with it.”
> “We’ll make due.”
> Grab Elephant, time for an interrogation
> Write in

>>35311229
>Grab Elephant, time for an interrogation

>>35311229
>> “We’ll make due.”
>> Grab Elephant, time for an interrogation

>>35311229
>“We’ll make due.”
>> Grab Elephant, time for an interrogation
First we find out what the plan is, and then we get the briefcase back.

>>35311229
>> “We’ll make due.”
>> Grab Elephant, time for an interrogation
Liberty is having a rough day

>>35311229
>> “We’ll make due.”
>> Grab Elephant, time for an interrogation
Slight disappointment at no brainwashed Liberty. Oh well, another day. Still betting Elephant is actually a mole.

>>35311229
> Grab Elephant, time for an interrogation

Let's do this properly. Jack Bauer Power Hour style.

>>35311229
>> Grab Elephant, time for an interrogation
Let's befriend the shit out of her.

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>>35311392

> “We’ll make due.”
> Grab Elephant, time for an interrogation

You and your crew march over to Elephant. “We’ll make due,” you say. You grab Elephant by the throat, then slam her down on the ground. The brown girl yelps, gritting her teeth as she glares up at you.

“Go ahead, torture me if you’d like,” she says.

“I’m no Nazi,” you say. “This is a very bad day to cross me though. Tell me where they’re going, and I’ll let you go.” Lightning, Bomber, and Tiger stand over her as well, all of you huddled around her. To her, all she sees are your heads, looking down on her like the judgmental angels of yore.

She spits on your cheek. “Talk to me when those tea-sucking dogs are ran out of India, you little ‘star-spangled savior!’”

“Christine!” You look up to see Siren and Doctor Savage running up to you. Doctor Savage himself looks like he’s been through hell, his shirt ripped and everything as it usually was on his adventures. “What happened!?”

“The Shard is gone,” says Rana. “They took it.”

Siren looks down on Elephant. “That attack on the perimeter was a diversion then. Could we pursue?”

Doctor Savage shakes his head. “Stealth Zeps. Quiet, fast, and completely invisible to radar and the naked eye. We’d never find them.”

“Well,” you say. “We have our only lead here.” You all look down on Elephant, who still glares angrily at you all. “Listen, our friend here happens to be a bit of a screamer. So unless you want your ear drums burst, I’d suggest you talk.”

She edges up to you, nostrils flared and eyes squinted. “Fuck. You.”

Well, this calls for drastic measures.

> WHAT MEASURES?
> Write in

>>35311523
EXTREME TICKLING.

>>35311523
... Uh, guys, how are we going to do this? If we're actually going to use thumbscrews and shit, I think we'd rather fade to black than actually post suggestions.

>>35311523
"I'm not sure now is the right time, but I'm flattered nonetheless."

then this>>35311549

>>35311523
Dramatic reading of John Galt's speech in Atlas Shrugged.

>>35311523

I'd suggest going about this in a way that makes Knives look like a saint, but unfortunately they haven't made the Tsukihime anime yet. Anyone else got some ideas?

>>35311523
Jack Bauer. With tickling.

>>35311523
I don't want to do like, full on torture, but I don't think we can go easy on her either

>>35311523
>Let her hang upside down for a while.

>>35311568
>book that won't be written for 30+ years

Well we could lick her sou-

Wait... wrong quest.

>>35311523
>> Write in
Good cop / bad cop.

>>35311612
Well, what is the most torturous book in the 1930's?

>>35311568
No. Vogon poetry.

>>35311523
Let's force feed her some of Sumire's cooking, that's pretty much torture

Is she a bad cook, for some reason I want to say she is

>>35311637
Vogon poetry isn't that bad once you develop a taste for it.

>>35311523

>"You know, Knives had a few really interesting things for me in store when I stayed over at your place. I think I'll go see how many of them I can work through before you talk."

I mean, they like to insinuate we and Knives did things, if we play in on that we could probably terrify them by making them think we're just as horrible when it comes down to business.

On the other hand, when she inevitably escapes and tells the others, that might encourage Knives.

Decisions, decisions...

>>35311523
Make her drink english tea. With biscuits.

>>35311523
>>35311673
I don't think Knives can be any more encouraged, supporting this, in addition to what we have planned anyway.

we should probably investigate what her motivation behind joining the nazis is.

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>>35311653
>YFW he only wrote that part to make fun of a guy he knew from school
>The very worst poetry of all perished along with its creator, Paul Neil Milne Johnstone of Redbridge, in the destruction of the planet Earth. Vogon poetry is mild by comparison.

>>35311727
>Talk to me when those tea-sucking dogs are ran out of India
She made her motivation pretty clear.

>>35311523
Start cutting off chunks of her, digits to begin with then the actual hands and feet if she still doesn't cooperate. Maybe cut off her nose too? Hell, we could always just do a straight To The Pain.

>>35311673
Do it.

>>35311727
She told us already: she wants to remove the limey.

>>35311673
This could work!

>>35311797
Take her to the shower and call out for Knives. She'll help out in a jiffy.

>>35311673
I'll take it

>>35311787
Bamboo splinters under fingernails can work wonders too.

>>35311837
There's a time and a place, and this ain't it. Piss off.

>>35311837
Is this really the place? Go make a new thread.

>>35311870
>>35311868
Misfire, my apologies.

>>35311861
Speaking of nail: nails across blackboard should be effective sound to make her talk.

>>35311919
That's grade school shit, we want to make her bleed.

>>35311971
Libby just said in the update she isn't going to torture her.

>>35311673
Yes!

>>35311971
>>35311919
>>35311861

Jesus Christ. I think that might be a bit beyond us...also it wouldn't really DO shit. As it would just confirm the hatred she has for us.

You look to Lightning. “Lift up her shirt.” Lightning looks at you like you just grew a conjoined twin in the space of five seconds. “Do it.” She and Rana quickly lift up Elephant’s shirt, rolling up to reveal her belly and even a slight hint of her white bra.

“If you think that I will be humiliated by you Allied whores you are mistaken!” she screams at you. Her struggling and writhing underneath Tiger and Siren’s grasp says something else about her however.

“Yeah…” Doctor Savage crosses his arms. “What are you doing?”

You wiggle your fingers, smirking at him. “Something that my Dad used to do to me all the time.” You start running them up her hips, and soon she starts giggling and laughing against her will.

“Ahaha! No- No! Stop! STOP!” She writhes, clenching her thighs together as you tickle her violently. “No! No! STOP! STOP!” She laughs, harder and harder.

“You know,” you say as you continue. “This was only a warm up.” You stop, letting her catch her breathe, she spits out a bit, nearly choking. You were pretty hard on her. “When the good Major and I were together a week back, she had quite a few things in store for me.” Elephant looks up at you, still giggling against her will. “I learned a few things. I think I might show them to you, see how many I can go through before I can make you talk.”

Elephant whines, trying to escape.

You grin. “Last chance.”

Elephant squeals. “… alright! Alright! They-“ She cries a little. “They’re going to the Atlantean ruins! They said something about finding out how to use the Shard from the writings! They’re looking for something called the Astronomer! That is all I know!”

[1/2]

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[2/2]

You nod. “I believe you.” Doctor Savage summons a pair of guards to come take Elephant away. “Right. Atlantean ruins. Astronomer. Does that sound familiar, Doctor Savage?”

“Very,” he says, scratching his chin. “You remember the business on Skull Island, retrieving the Atlantean Shard?” You nod. “Much of the Atlantean technology you have run into is actually more or less the same as the Shard. We believe when the Shard landed on Earth, the Atlanteans recovered it, learned how to harness its power. Eventually, they destroyed themselves after using it in some fierce war where they lost it.”

Rana nods. “But we went to Atlantis though. It’s buried under a volcano and lava now.”

“Yes,” says Doctor Savage. “But that is not the only place you will find those ruins. The Atlanteans were very spread out for a Kingdom of their size. There is one place we will be sure they are going to.”

…

Oh no.

Lightning sighs. “He can’t mean-“

“I do mean,” he says.

You nod. “We know.”

Skull Island.

>>35312056

I can't believe that worked.

>>35312082
We better not have to fight more dinosaurs

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>>35312082
That is it for tonight's episode of...

>> MAGICAL GIRL LIBERTY AND THE SHARD OF THE IMMATERIUM <<

Tomorrow will be a rousing episode of the Magical Green Lantern. Hope to see people there. 3PM EST as usual. Next week I should be able to run without further delay as well.

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See you next time.

>>35312082
I think we should make the effort to turn Elephant just like we did Tiger.

>>35312082
Time to board our atomic flying machine!

>>35312128
Thanks for running.

>>35312134
Don't see how unless we can convince her that the Brits murdering and opressing her people is a alright thing.

>>35312128
Thanks for running.

>>35312128
Next time on same magical channel, same magical time!

>>35312134
No.

Maybe let Tiger talk to Elephant, but I don't think we should be adding more characters. Tiger and Bomber have too little character development as it is.

>>35312128
Thank you for running.

>>35312134
I don't think it's either possible or worth the effort. Right now we've got bigger fish to fry.

>>35312128
Thanks for the thread Schteel, see you tomorrow

>>35312128
So what was the plan B if Libby had managed to stop the shard theft?

>>35312203
Then it would have succeded between this and the next session while she isn't around.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention.

I was planning on introducing some more deeper game mechanics into Magical Girl Liberty, to help fight against the /tg/ dice that apparently really hate our favorite Star-Spangled Savior.

Would like to know what you'd like to see.

>>35312301
maybe you could implement reroll options?

>>35312301
I'd like to see skill trees, but something like OWQ where they don't really matter all too much

>>35312301
I found they are usually very much in our favor, especially since you track rolls for each choice seperate and the DCs don't seem very high.

>>35312324
Skill trees would be pointless.

>>35312301
I'd like to see more character development.

>>35312301
Fate points, or maybe LIBERTY points.

Hand them out for good plans, consolation for terrible strings of luck, yadda yadda. Let them be burnt for a bonus to a roll, doing something awesome, a reroll, or cancelling a crit fail. Or something along those lines.

>>35305527
It's probably much too late, but I'm a flight sim nerd and have a couple of comments.

The aircraft pictured... well, is Crimson Skies part of the setting? The aircraft resembles a number of British light and medium twin-engine bombers from the 1930s, like maybe an Avro Anson redrawn by a manga style artist who wanted to make it look "chibi," with the dorsal turret moved to the "chin" position.

It ain't fast, even by the standards of the day. None of them were. In the real world, the Boeing B17 was the first bomber that was fast enough that opposing fighters actually had to work to catch up to it, and some of them had a tail turret with two .50 caliber Brownings plus a 20mm cannon, making the interceptor pilots' job rather more involved than just lining up behind it and pressing the trigger.

Nonetheless an Avro Anson ain't gonna run away from any contemporary monoplane fighter aircraft that has retractable landing gear, not even a Curtiss P36 or a Brewster Buffalo. Whether they'll be able to harm it greatly is another matter; a P36 only had two .50 cals in the engine cowl plus two or four .30 cals in each wing. The Buffalo had even less armament, usually only four .30s in US Navy service (two in engine cowl, one in each wing just outside the propeller arc, all set to cross at 300 yards). The Battle of Britain showed that even eight or twelve rifle-caliber MGs wasn't enough--it took a while, and a lot of the ammo supply, to nibble a German fighter like a Bf109E to death, and for attacks on German bombers... well, that's the reason the RAF went all the way up to high-ROF 30mm electric autocannon with high explosive rounds after the war. A Spitfire or Hurricane with eight .303 caliber Brownings in its wings could run out of ammo before shooting down two or three German bombers.

also,

>>35305830
>mfw fighter/interceptor aircraft have a tail turret, but the bomber they're attacking doesn't

>>35312316
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>>35312350

Was planning on a character progression system of sorts with variable perks gained through xp gain and the like.

Some perks can also be gained based on your favor with various Magical Girls and the Messengers as well.

At the end of each thread, spend your xp on what you want for certain skills and perks, most of which are to be passive. You gain xp based on good plans, nice interactions with your fellow Magical Girls and Messengers, and defeating enemies.

Was also planning on the enemy hierarchy system, wherein based on their hiearchy, enemies would require a certain number to be rolled. (Tier 4 enemies require a 6, Tier 3 an 8, Tier 2 a 10, etc. Might need to scale it up.)

I'll take all this under consideration, hash it out with people who know mechanics and the like.

>>35312393
Crimson Skies is part of the setting, but only nominally. This involves lifting a lot of their aircraft and the like and giving their characters minor background cameos and the like. I'm a big fan of Crimson Skies and not including it in Magical Girl Liberty when I've included King Kong, elements of Sky Captain, and other pulp classics seemed like a mistake to me.

>>35312480
>I'm a big fan of Crimson Skies and not including it in Magical Girl Liberty when I've included King Kong, elements of Sky Captain, and other pulp classics seemed like a mistake to me.
The opening sequence of an Indiana Jones movie that doesn't exist...

>>35312480
I'm trying to remember whether there was once a Crimson Skies-based PC flight sim. Or, alternately, whether there was ever Crimson Skies-based content created for any flight sim. Most PC flight sims have active online modding communities.

also

>pulp

I was kind of wondering what Doc Savage was doing there.

>>35312625
That was the only part of the movie that I actually liked and even then, it still wasn't purely Indiana Jones.

Good thing it doesn't exist.

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>>35312625
>>35312678
But...

I know I'm late, but this has been bugging me.

did we just pull a fucking pugachev's cobra in a prop plane?