>>37413315

In the Central state of what was once Wyoming, a man set to burning some brush wood on his property. The sparks hit the dry wood fast, sticking to it and building into a crackling blaze in no time flat. Ash and soot was thrown up and into the sky from this fire; a particular minuscule piece of which found its way to the atmosphere where it stuck like last Tuesday's meatloaf to the trashcan lid.

Moisture began to coalesce around this particulate; a cold front pushed through from the North, driving the moisture and that piece of dust southwards where it met the warmer fronts of air coming off the ocean and the Gulf. The moisture around the piece of dust dragged it down, down, down out of the sky. That raindrop hurtled through storm clouds in its race towards the Earth. Eventually, it found its end smacking the roof of a shoddy, old building. Stone and rockfibres chipped, worn, and bleached by years in the sun. The drop and others like it worked their way through cracks, over pipes... Working deeper and deeper into the building. A small puddle eventually formed, boundaries marked by water stains of years past.

The puddle drips onto your nose.

You awake with a start. It is your second morning in paradise.

>"Fucking criminal organization... can't even fix a damn leak."
>"God, this bed feels like shit."
>Get up. Eat a few scraps for breakfast.

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>>37413403
Voting periods will be 10 minutes usually, with votes during high-stakes, "react fast!" events taking 5 minutes. I will wait 10 minutes here, initially, so that people can show up.

Write-ins are always welcome and, actually, I try to reward them when possible. Creativity, flexibility, thoughtfulness... All important things to consider when you're in the middle of guiding Grey through this quest.

If you have any questions or concerns at any point in the quest, please feel free to voice them. That said, let's try not to shitstorm in thread. That hasn't been a problem with this quest and that's because you guys, the playerbase, are the shit. Keep up the good work.

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>>37413403
>"Fucking criminal organization... can't even fix a damn leak."

>>37413403
Look for a way to escape.

>>37413403
>>"Fucking criminal organization... can't even fix a damn leak."

>>37413645
>>37413614
>>37413570

Writin'

>>37413656

"They can capture me," you stretch with a yawn, your body angrily protesting the movement. Your back has seen better days. "And blow up a gym, but they can't fix a fuckin' leak?"

There's some bread and meat that you saved from "dinner" last night, so you eat that with the cold can of beans they put out this morning.

"Beans. Awesome." The first bite goes down hard; an iron taste, salty, cold, disgusting... You force it down. "Fuck you, Titan."

You look to the camera mounted in a corner of the ceiling: obvious, motionless, and intimidating. You have a strong urge to throw this shitty can at it.

>Risk of losing composure: Low
>Keeping your composure is important. However, keeping your emotions in check is made tougher by pain, hunger, fatigue, and emotional stress.

You tamp that down for now, and decide to make better use of your time. Might as well look for a way out, right? Unfortunately, there's not much. The room is sparse. You can tell that the bathroom used to be walled off an separate; they knocked the walls down, so no privacy for you! The only window is barred. The door doesn't look heavily reinforced but you've already tried kicking it in. A Pokemon could take it out, yeah, but not you.

Speaking of which... you have no idea where your team is. Spriggan was the only 'Mon on your person before you ate dirt, and his ball is nowhere in sight. You hope your team is okay. You hope your friends are okay.

There's a TV, a bed, a stool, a sparse bathroom, a dull spoon,... You don't even have your own clothes. Some black jumpsuit shit.

Fuck these people.

>Please roll me 1d5

Rolled 2 (1d5)

>>37413783

>>37413817
Thanks.

>Writin' a short update...

>>37413827

You settle into waiting. First, you try light exercise, which burns up thirty minutes. Then you flick on the TV... Static on every channel except one which is playing through an episode of the anime "Ditto Daze <3~!" You watch it for a bit, but then you realize that sitting there watch a Ditto transform Pokemon into people is stupid.

"Pft. Unrealistic anime shit. That's not even tsundere! She's just a bitch! And Metapods don't work like that!"

You flick it off and... well, you try meditating. That works for a bit, but you find yourself falling asleep. So bored. What the hell are you going to do? You spent 2 hours sitting here, and it's already killing you. Someone will come get you, right-

"Place the stool in the middle of the room," the camera's speaker blurts out a voice slightly marred by static. "Ss-zzz-zSit on the t-zzzs-stool. Wait for further orders."

>No. Fuck that shit. Fuck obeying them. (Roll 1d100 for composure)
>Sit on the stool.
>Yell something at the camera (what?)
>Grab the stool, wait for them to come in. Try to fight.

Rolled 4 (1d5)

>>37413975
>>Sit on the stool.

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>37413975
>>No. Fuck that shit. Fuck obeying them. (Roll 1d100 for composure)

>>37413975
>Sit on the stool.

>>37413975

You comply. If only to see what's going on or what's going to happen. Figure something out... Talk to them,,, Your thoughts are racing. Not a lot of training you could have undertaken for this kind of shit.

Eventually a man walks in. Your initial assessment? Tan face, with scars all over said face and muscles that look like they could break you in half. His hair grows out in weird spots or patches: a sprig of black hair above his ear, another around his crown. He's got a chair and he sits in down in front of you, giving you a better look: he's got scars on top of his head, too, and the hair grows around it.

He's blind in one eye.

"Grey." He's got a clipboard and some tools at his belt. "You did as asked. Good. Keep on doing that and your time here will be better, easier. Less painful."

You stare at him coldly.

"Tell me about the ARC-shards. Tell me what you know."

>Say nothing (Roll 1d100 for composure)

or-

>Write-ins, here. I'll blend non-conflicting ones together.

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>Believable lie

Rolled 4 (1d5)

>>37414190
They're the voices that speak to me in my head. And that's pretty much it.

>>37414227
You can turn off the "1d5" now, Anon.
It's okay. Let it go.

Rolled 3 (1d5)

>>37414241
b-but it's a part of me now...

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>37414190
>>Say nothing

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>37414190

>>37414190

"They're the voices in my head," he lifts his eyebrows at this. "I think that's what you're talking about...?"

He nods a bit. "Go on. The voices in your head. What were their names...?"

>85

"Well, they tell me to become the champion. They can make me see it... Winning the National championship, standing there as the Champion. Hero to the nation. The very best."

He grunts a bit. "And their names?"

"Uh, I think one was named Vader?"

Another grunt. "Okay, sure. Vader. And they talk to you. Have they told you what their purpose is?"

"... Purpose?" Your face reads confusion. Ignorance. Calm naivete. You're not the best actor in the world but you've done enough lying to get past this chucklefuck. "They only ask me weird questions and urge me to become the champ. That's it."

"Questions... Sure." He pulls a meter of some sort off his belt. "You know, I can't see anything too definitive on you right now. It's odd. I'm pretty sure you're bullshitting me about something, but the machine isn't picking up on anxiety. Odd."

"You know what, Grey...?" He gives you a smile not unlike a Carnivine. "It's nice being able to see inside someone's mind, effectively, once you cut them open and upload some sensors."

You pale a bit.

"Yeah. Usual stuff, you understand... Dont'cha? Have to monitor your heartbeat a bit, some chemical signals... Can't have you lying to me." He starts laughing. It's a sick, dark laugh. "But you're a pretty good liar! And I like that. I like that a lot."

"I enjoy it more when they're a challenge."

>Emotional Stress +5
>Roll to maintain composure (1d100)
>Write-ins welcome

Captcha: othinko bears

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>37414384
ask him what he knows about arceus

>>37414384
Okaaaaaaaaay so they give zero fucks about human rights or decency.

Thats actually somewhat disturbing holy shit.

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>37414384
He's bluffing. Has to be. fuck this guy.

>>37414384

>94 - 5 Emotional stress - 1 Fatigue = 88
>Moderate DC. Success.

You flinch a few times, pieces of your body twitching involuntarily at the thought of them slicing you open... and sticking things inside of you. Seriously, what the fuck? This... This is sick. This is too much. A nightmare...

>94

You stop those thoughts right there. Maybe he's bluffing. Maybe he isn't. You're still alive, and that's what counts. You'll just give it to this guy that much harder when you're free.

"No you didn't," you start. "There's no way. You didn't put anything in me. You're bluffing. Look around this place: you hardly have a sturdy roof over your head and you expect me to believe that you stuck some shit in me...?"

His eyes narrow, nostrils flair. Anger. Disgust. Impatience. His arm lashes out lightning quick: his hand, cupped, strikes your temple, catching your ear just enough to make it quite painful.

>94

The thought of punching him, of just tackling him and kicking his shit in (his size be damned) occurs to you.

>Go physical with him?
>Y
>N

>>37414568
>N

Don't retaliate, simply wait. Retain composure.

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>37414568
>N
he wants us to react. be a model of composure

>>37414568
>N
>"What, got nothing to say so you're only able to lash out?"

>>37414568
>Nope
He's the meat, if we piss him off enough maybe they'll send in something with grey matter resembling brains we can pry info out of.

Besides he'd love an excuse to pummel something. guy seems like a sadist.

>>37414568

You settle back into a comfortable, upright position and stay silent. Out loud, that is.

Inside? You're cursing this guy's name, his family, his mother, his dog. Fuck him and everything about this organization. Actually, you know what? Congratulations to him: he's cemented you as a firm enemy. Thanks for introducing a new life goal: dismantle TITAN.

The two of you sit there, quietly. Staring. Anger, smugness, contempt...

The clock ticks on by. Silence settles between you, rolling and bubbling into an uncomfortable hostility. He finally breaks it.

"You got a real big bitch-streak, boy."

You nod.

"Tell me what you know about ARCEUS. Just spit it out. It's for the good of humanity, yeah? We're all working together here." He forces a grin, hands gesturing sympathetically. "All you gotta do is tell me every-little-fucking-thing you know. Come on."

You nod in a faux "oh, really? Oh, I didn't know that. That changes everything" manner, pantomiming surprise and a bit of shock. And, then just as suddenly, you settle back into silence.

He growls. You see him reaching for something at his belt, and it doesn't look like a meter.

"KAL."

The speaker harshly buzzes again; a different voice, now. A woman's.

"OUT HERE. NOW."

Kal's hands go to his face. He throws the clipboard aside, knocking the chair over while cursing and mumbling. He cuffs you on the head again before he leaves.

He slams the door open, and then there's yelling on the other side. Mostly his.

>+1 Pain
>-7 Modifier total

>Listen in on conversation? (Roll 1d100)
>Sit there. Stew.
>WRITE-IN

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>37414799
>>Listen in on conversation? (Roll 1d100)

>You have 5 QM Hint Points stored
>Buy QM Hint here?

>Y
>N

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>37414799
>>Listen in

>>Enjoy the small victory

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>37414799
>Examine clipboard, hide it under bedsheets if such things exist

>>37414836
>Y

>>37414836
Might be worth it... considering I've no idea how the fuck we're getting out of this without outside help we have no idea of coming or not.

>>37414859
>>37414860

>"Secret" Discovered
>QM Hint unneeded

>>37414870
Well shit its one THOSE quests.. I love and hate these quests because typically the answer to not dieing horribly is in some throw away detail you'd assume not important. Or at least making your life much easier.

Wow he LEFT THE CLIPBOARD IN HERE? Grey must of actually pissed him off. I'd of assumed he picked it up on the way out.

>>37414943
It's all in the little details, you know...

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>>37414799

>91 - 7 = 84
>Medium difficulty. Success.

You look over to the clipboard he left behind, picking it up and skimming through real quick before tossing it under your bed, hiding it beneath the sheets.

You look to the camera... Oh, fuck them. Whatever. It'll have to do.

You go to the door, pressing your ear to it in order to hear better...

"...----to get him ON OUR SIDE, KAL!"
"I--- know---."
"-You--- Can't be BEATING him like that---"
"THEN--- go in THERE! Just open him--- ALREADY!"
"FINE! --- ------ --- DIRECT ORDERS, but FINE!"

You head back to the stool. The door opens. It's not Kal this time, it's the woman. You settle yourself, trying to ignore the pain on the side of your head. She's quiet, semi-professional. A bit older than you. She doesn't make eye contact, only scanning the room initially.

"Kal...?" She shouts back out the door. Her accent rolls and trills. "Where's the clipboard...?"

"I have no fuckin' clue! I was pissed! I probably set it down someplace."

"Fine. Fine fine fine... Everything's fine." She sighs and closes the door after muttering something in a foreign tongue. You don't recognize the language.

She leans against the door and centers herself. Your eyes meet for a second before she snaps her vision back to her front.

"Grey, Target 5. Do not move. Do not try anything. I will not talk to you. Try to harm me and you will be physically harmed and/or restrained permanently. Is that understood?"

You don't say anything. That's what she wants, right...? Crazy fucks.

She settles into the chair, picking it up and setting it across from you, before closing her eyes with a stony expression.

You feel a prick at your mind.

>No. You're not reading my mind. Fuck you. Roll 1d100.
>Attack her?
>Write-in

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>37415010
>No. You're not reading my mind. Fuck you. Roll 1d100.
do we get any sort of bonus from always talking to mittens in our mind and having a bit of experience?

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>37415010
>>RESIST! FUCKING RESIST! We know psychic power, we're gonna beat that shit back!

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>37415010
>No. You're not reading my mind. Fuck you. Roll 1d100.
>Distract her by tapping your foot, or coughing or by talking to her.
We weren't told not to speak to her, only that she won't speak to us.

Man we really should have got round to playing chess with mittens

>>37415044
Visions of rabid mittens flying at her face now. I'm gonna enjoy this.

>>37415010

>91 - 7 = 84
>84 + Experience of having Mittens + ??????
>Success

No you don't. Fuck you people,

"You're NOT GETTING IN MY MIND!"

You shout it at her mentally, pouring every bit of experience you have from communicating and training with Mittens. It's not much, but you feel some of the flow abate. Unlike Mittens, whose mental connection is warm, soft, and welcoming, Seline's is cold. Calculating. Penetrating. A few tendrils of her mind escape your hold and pry at your memories, your thoughts. Your last fight with your mother, meeting Dani...

"NO. You CAN'T HAVE THOSE!"

You push back more completely, now. The last sight you had was of Seline straining, her teeth on her lip and her fingers clenched around the seat of the chair. She seemed to be chanting something in that damn foreign language again, strengthening her and loosening your own focus. You closed your eyes, then, and set more deeply into your emotional and mental trenches.

You threw decoys at her, insults, horrible images; you laughed, sung, danced... The mental storm flying between the two of you was vicious and draining on both sides. You had to fight to keep up the intensity and she had to struggle to navigate it. Still, despite your best efforts a tendril or two managed to find some sort of path, something big in your mind... Something you realized she could see but you couldn't. A mental blind spot.

It must be important, and so you redoubled your efforts on protecting it. You hear the chair fall to the floor and feel Seline's panting breaths but it's as if it's in a different world. A lifetime away.

She touches It. Some monolithic form of thoughts and memory, separate from the rest of you.

A light washes over both of you, menacing and "sharp," like a wave of razor-sharp suffering given form. It is not of you or your soul. You are afraid and flinch away from it, trying to outrun the tsunami. Seline's stuck. She tries to escape but she can't. It washes over her.

"SELINE!"

>cont.

>>37415341

You sit there on the stool, eyes screwed shut and fingers digging into your palms. Blood drips from your hands as claw at the air, digging it into your lungs. Your mind scrambles in a panic, trying to contain and settle itself.

"SELINE! SELINE, what HAPPENED? Why are you bleeding?"

You snap open your eyes. Sweat and relief rolls off of you for a second. Then you see Kal on his knees, cradling Seline. She's bleeding from her nose.

"You... YOU FUCK!" He looks up to you with rage. Confusion. Anguish. "You're some sort of PSYCHIC, Aren't you, buddy? Thought you could fuck with us?"

You shake your head. He's still moving towards you.

"Thought you could fuck with Seline...? Think you know pain, boy? THINK? THINK, HUH? WHAT DO YOU THINK?"

He hits you.
>+1 Pain

You throw your arms up. He slugs you once more.
>+1 Pain

>Try to defend yourself
>Move to the bed
>Assume a defensive position
>Roll to maintain composure (1d100)

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>37415357
>Assume a defensive position
Can't afford to let him actually try to hurt us

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>37415357
>Assume a defensive position.

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>37415357
>>Assume a defensive position

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>37415357
>Try to defend yourself

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>37415357
>Hoping for crit

>>37415357
I'd tell him this is what you get when fucking with things you don't understand and how she hit a literal void in our brain we didn't know existed and fried her own brain but he's not gonna listen.

Hell if anything we tried to save her by keeping her out!

>>37415422
oops

>>37415572
Dun worry you were redeemed by this fucker
>>37415435
Still you might not wanna roll anymore I think your luck is used up.

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>37415629
>redeemed by this fucker
I hate to break it to you but it's best of first three rolls with crits from the first five being used

So since the 90 and 58 weren't crits the best roll is the 53

>>37415357

You curl up; your arms and legs brace as he hits you again. And again.

>+1 Pain
>+1 Pain

Again and again and again

>+1 Pain >+1 Pain >+1 Pain
>+1 Pain >+1 PAIN

PAINPAINPAINPAINPAINPAINPAIN

You eventually break down and try to kick at him, punch him. You have to make him stop. It hurts so bad; fuck... fuckfuckfuck it hurts so bad. He takes something out. It sparks and crackles. He sticks it in your side: it was some kind of taser. A shocking-stick. Something.

Pain. Pain. Pain.

It's like a terrible, aching heartbeat... Your whole body pulses with agony. You cry. Perhaps not so much "you cry" as "your body has no other way to react."

The world around you is lost. He's gone. You think Seline is to. The door might be open.

>Crawl to the door. (Roll 1d100)
>Lay there. Suffer.
>Write-in.

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>37415745

>>37415650
Oh come on if there was ever a time to not fuck up I'd say its in pokemon land gitmo!

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>37415745
>Crawl to bed, hide under the sheets, read that clipboard in an effort to focus your mind away from the pain

>>37415796
I like this idea

>>37415796
This sounds good to me.

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>37415745

>>37415745
>90 - 30 = 60
>????

You roll over. You groan. Pain.
You get on your knees. You scream into your hand; biting on your knuckle only does so much good. Pain.
You inch towards the door. You can hear Kal screaming and yelling. Things are being thrown around, he might be talking to someone. Pain.
You're almost at the door... You brace yourself against the wall and peer through the doorway into a long hallway, a couple doors on either side with one open doorway at the end. There's some electronics. Kal's in front of you. Pain.

"You're not going anywhere." He spits at you, a bit hitting your bare foot. "You're gonna die here, fuckin' boy."

He slams the door shut.

>>>>

You fall against the fall; you slide down, a few smears of blood following your trail. Your body aches.

You cry.

>>>>

Getting back into the bed was tough. You made it, though. The clipboard was dragged out and stuffed between you and the wall. You tried to focus on reading it, get whatever you could...

Human? Not human? Subject 5. Records incomplete. Tests indeterminate. High rate of contact. Signal blocked, no threat from outside. Detain and move. Contacted by SHARDS. Number unknown. Extract information. Needed alive.

What the hell does all this shit even mean...?

>Roll 1d5

Then

>Roll 1d100

Rolled 5 (1d5)

>>37415907

Rolled 1 (1d5)

>>37415907

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>37415907

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>37415907

Rolled 5 (1d5)

>>37415907

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>37415907

>>37415907

>5 Days pass
>94 on recuperation. Modifier reduced by 2/3.

There are no more interviews. No more questioning. You listen to them yell throughout the week, Seline and Kal. They probably talk some, yeah, but you can only hear them when they yell.

You have a lot to think about during those 5 days. What do you think about the most?

>Your team.
>Your friends.
>Your survival.
>Write-in

>>37416036
>Your friends.

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>37416036
>The puddle dripping on my nose when I sleep.
I kid. We think mostly about our team, and wether they are safe or not.

>>37416074
I'll just clear the dice field...

>>37416036

On the night of that fifth day you are laying on the cold, hard slab of fabric they call a bed when you are awoken by a noise.

A gunshot.

You stiffen and then listen to the sounds of footsteps, light and quick, as they approach your doorway. You sit up and wipe the sleep and drool from your face. You hold the pillow aloft; it's the only "weapon" you have. The door opens.

It's Seline. She has a gun. She is alone.

>Roll 1d100 to keep composure
>Write-in

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>37416142

>>37416162
>>37416142

I wasn't clear.
Please provide some sort of action or general response.

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>37416142
>Grey uses TACKLE!

>>37416193
I'll go with it.

She's either about to execute us and killed Kal for some reason or she had to kill that jackass in order to keep us alive. Or maybe whatevers in greys magical fucked up brain warped her.

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>37416142
>Get ready.

>>37416142
I'm kinda worried about that gunshot, did she have to shoot her way to get to us? If so, why, doesn't she work for these people?

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>37416261
Yeah, she's either gonna try and kill us or save us. Not sure which. And just because she has a gun doesn't mean she was the one who fired the shot. There could be intruders. It's been five days.

>>37416261

If you posted this and you're a namefag, come on out and reveal your secrets to me.


GET OUT OF MY HEAD, CHARLES!

>>37416370
Wait so I guessed lucky? Haha holy shit

>>37416370
What, was she actually a plant by the 'good guys' just waiting for the right time to rescue us?

>>37416193
>>37416261
>>37416370
we should still probably tackle her...just incase...let her explain her self
>>37416466
Sounds like that white sharp thing in our mind warped her like anon said...

>Plug.dj is exploding
>again

>>37416142

>87 - 10 = 77
>Low difficulty. Success.

You jump out of the bed and take to the ground running. She doesn't move or flinch. You don't care. your eyes are on one thing and one thing only: that gun.

You tackle her, arms going out, hitting her, and dragging her to the ground. You both crumple, her underneath you and your hands around her wrists. She dropped the gun. She still looks impassive.

"What the fuck is going on? Why do you have a gun...? I'll hurt you! Let me go!"

Nothing.

"I'll fucking hurt you!"

She just stares at you. It's unsettling, and you find your grip on her relaxing oh so slightly. But then you come to your senses; anger flashes through your eyes. She tried to get in your head, steal things from you. Your most private of thoughts....

"Fuck you. Fuck you people." You spit out the words like venom. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't bash your head in, Seline!"

You search her eyes for fear, anger, confusion... Anything. She doesn't do anything for many long moments. You jostle her again. Nothing.

"Fine. No talking to me. Of course."

You make a point to push the gun away from her reach. When you turn back to her, though, she's started leaning up.

"No SUDDEN MOVEME-"

She kisses you.

>Push her off of you.
>"What the hell is wrong with you?"
>Reciprocate (Roll 1d100 to overcome Grey's nature)
>Shoot her (Roll 1d100 to overcome Grey's nature)
>Write-in

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>37416499
Oh, definitely. Get that gun out of her hand and then figure out her intentions I feel is the safest thing to do at the moment.

>>37416519
>Push her off of you.
>"What the hell is wrong with you?"
>Grab that gun

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>37416519
>>"What the hell is wrong with you?"
>grab the gun

>>37416519
Holy shit she's been taken by the warp! And the warps in our brain!

So apparently the warp wants to fuck us...not sure about that.

>>37416519

Back away from her, possibly taking the gun from her as well...
Try and work out what is going on. Maybe we should ask her to take us to our pokemon and/or out of this place...

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>37416519
>M-Mittens...?

>>37416530
>>37416553
Yeah...

>>37416519
Ask her who she just shot

>>37416519

>91-10 = 81
>Success.

You push her off of you. Her eyes, like yours, were open the whole time. Her body tense and unmoving under yours. You were shocked, surprised. She was not. Impassive, still. What the hell is up with her...? What's going on?

"...M-...Mittens?" You get up in a hurry and grab the gun, pointing it near her form but not at her. "Is that you, Mittens?"

"No." She finally speaks; like her physical and emotional behavior, though, it is rather robotic. "Kissing you was the most prudent action for confusing you and breaking you out of your aggression. We must go, now. You must be brought to safety. I shall aide you in this form."

"What...? This form?" You point the gun at her chest, now. You've never held one like this before... Is it loaded? Is the, uh, safety off? "Who are you? WHO? WHAT'S GOING ON?"

"I am Seline."

"Bullshit." you thrust the gun at her as she gets up. Her hands stay in the air; no surprise or fear on her face... "You're not human! Something happened to you! What's in my head? WHO DID YOU SHOOT?"

"I shot Kal. Dipping in your mind convinced me to help you. Your mind is in your head. I am human." She turns and begins walking through the door. "We must leave. I shall take you to your belongings."

>Shoot her (Roll 1d100 to overcome Grey's beliefs/nature)
>Follow her.
>Check on Kal.
>Ask more questions. (What?)

>>37416734
>Follow her.
What did you see in my head?

>>37416734
>Check on Kal.
>Follow her.
>"Human, right, and what's with the change in syntax from before then? You frazzle your mind or something?"

>>37416734
>Follow

This is concerning.

>>37416734
I....this girl likes avoiding answers way too much and she saw the eye of terror. we must know what the hells in our fucking head that its making us Pokemon Jesus or something.

I mean holy shit she goes from terrorist to helpful in one brain rape? what the FUCK is in there?!

WHATS IN THE BOX?!?

>>37416734
....can we loot Kal's corpse?

>>37416734
>Follow her.
"What do you mean convinced you. What did you seen. Why were you after me in the first place."
Questions, question, question...

>>37416850
I'm kinda agreeing with this. Whatever the hell she saw either literally rewrote her mind, or is channeling her like a meatsuit puppet and is just wanting to make us focus on living.

I don't think you have too many chances to speak the eldritch abomination in your brain like this if the latter is going on.

But we still need to get moving. crazyness aside we need to get the fuck out.

>>37416734

"Hold on. Hold it." She stops and goes stock still in the hallway. You watch her back for a moment before systematically searching through the rooms. Three are empty; the other contains two beds, some personal items... And Kal. Shot through the head. Blood's everywhere.

"Oh fuck." You shut the door and back into the hallway. "Fuck fuck fuck."

"Why...?" You whisper, looking back at the young woman's form. "Why did you shoot him? What happened in my mind? What did you see in my head?"

"I didn't see anything in your head. That would be impossible without surgery."

You snap a bit. Just that tiny, fragile bit of emotional sanity you had tucked away... It crumbles.

"FUCK YOU! Stop dodging my questions, damn it! TELL ME, what is IN my MIND! The-the part that ISN'T me! No riddles!"

She's quiet. You run your fingers along the metal of the gun.

"Come, Grey. We must hurry. With communication from this location ceased forces will be scouring the area very quickly. We must get to a safe distance before then."

You relent, but only barely.

"Fine. Lead the way. You're not human. Stop saying you are; you'e not Seline, either. Something changed her... And now it's you."

"As you wish to believe."

She leads you down a set of stairs; more electrical equipment, some files, various sets of gear, and then, finally, a large safe. She produces a key and opens it. She hands you your gear and belongings along with one Pokeball. Sprig's (who is a she, sorry for messing that up).

>"You're kidding me. Where's the rest of my team?"
>Fast forward to hiking out.
>Seline gives you your possessions along with Kal's hand-taser.
>Write-in

>>37417080
>"Where's the rest of my team? Were they caught?"
>Fast forward to hiking out.

>>37417080
>Find our family

>>37417080
>"You're kidding me. Where's the rest of my team?"

>>37417080

ask if the rest of them managed to get away from the battle. We told mittens to take everyone and run, so they should be with our friends...

>>37417229
I hope so...I wonder how Dani reacted after we never came back...and stayed gone for a week now...

>>37417080

"Where's the rest of my team, Seline?"

"You said I was not Seline."

You sigh. You're scrambling around the room, overturning bins, boxes, stacks of paper... Nothing. No sign of your team. Not even in your containers or pack. "Listen. Seline. Not-Seline. Whatever. I... I need my team. They're like family. More than Pokemon. More than friends."

"More than a human?" She cuts in.

"Listen- no, just. Look, where are they? Were they a caught?"

She shakes her head no.

"Oh thank the stars... Thank goodness. Fuck yes." A huge pit of tensions closes and then unfolds, muscles relaxing in your body as you breath away one of the biggest of your worries. "Fine. Sprig will see us through." You release him. He comes out vicious, snarling and tensed for acti- Then he sees you and it melts away. He's back to his playful, happy self. You pat him on the head.

"Alright, NS. I'll call you Ness, actually. Yeah... that works."

"Ness? NS?"

"Not-Seline."

"Yes. Not Seline, as you said. Follow me."

The three of you set out, your unnervingly-silent and calm guide setting a hard pace.

You note that the trees are different. The ground is different... How? How is the ground different...? Ground. Dirt. Ground. Red dirt. Green Grass. Is the grass different? What is it...

"Where are we, Ness?"

"What was once Northern Georgia."

You pale. That's why; you don't get red clay in the central parts of Southern Shores. You're hundreds of miles away from Jay City. The tour. Your friends. Fuck.

"Ness... Ness, we're hundreds of miles away from my Tour. How am I getting back?"

"Why would you go back?"

>I have to get back to my friends and team.
>I have to warn or talk to the Professor. He's caught up in this, somehow.
>What was your plan, anyways, Ness?
>What happened while I was out?
>Write-in!

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>>37417387
>Called Sprig a "he" again
>Total seppuku
>An hero
>Quit QM'ing forever

FUCCCCCK

>>37417387
>I have to get back to my friends and team.

>What was your plan, anyways, Ness?
>What happened while I was out?

>I presumably arrived here by helicopter. Is there a helipad around here or a garage of some other sort? Or are we trekking to the nearest civilization?

>>37417470
Looks good...

Alright, well this was a solid 5 hour run. Gonna cut it here.

>END OF THREAD
>Next thread: 19 hours from now. 10 AM EST

I'll be writing smut requests for the rest of the night. Why? Because I can and I need something not-serious to write for a bit.

Also, questions and complaints are always welcome regarding P:SS. If you hated this thread then say so.

Thank you for playing. It's a pleasure because of you guys.

>>37417603
Thanks for running, I enjoyed prisontime

>>37417603
Ursaring on Erica!

>>37417603
I request more Sprigs escape antics...or just something to show more of HER personality...so she's not so forgettable...

Thanks again for running Herald...

>>37417649
Writin'

Who do you want on top?

>>37417685
Ursaring, naturally.

>>37417603
Smut requests?
Human-Mittens and Grey.

Part 1:

http://pastebin.com/WwFkVmjj

>>37418045
I love you Mama Herald.

>Delicious black girl

>>37418045
>>37418080

http://pastebin.com/7KSVcbWS

Part 2. Done with this one for now.

>>37418164
http://pastebin.com/jqYkF2cf

GreyxMitts. Will maybe flesh that one out more later.

Anything anyone wants to discuss?

>>37418292
Mama Herald smut

>>37418045
"Ohgoodness, ohgoodness, ohgoodness!

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>>37418353
>>37418292

Mama Herald-bin 1

http://pastebin.com/Wks6sr8R

>>37418512
Yeah. Hope it got the "innocent girl caught in a situation" vibe across.

>>37418164
"And that's how I caught an Ursaring."

Few I made it. Well. I should probbably get to reading since I finnaly read all the archived threads. Last few threads were insane the way they just escalated.

Otherwise I finnaly got my computer back

>>37419518
Or maybe not. Well herald you still there atleast?

>>37413975
>The only thing playing is porn
Fantastic!
also FUCK YEAH!

And i miss the entire thread due to work again. Drat.