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Dice are 1d100, roll under with an obscured, unless in combat, DC. Best of three.
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>>37570464
>Rescue Touma

>>37570464
>Rescue Touma
Afro Judas can suffer in silence.

>>37570464
>Interrogate Ben
Thought we were bros man

>>37570664
I'll back this, but only if we get to actually call him "Afro-Judas".

>>37570464
>>Interrogate Ben-jii

Make sure to get some silver coins to give him.

>>37570464
>Rescue Touma

>>37570464
>Rescue Touma

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You weren’t trained at interrogation, nor did you have the proper module for it. Ben-jii could just rot in jail for all you cared. Last you heard they were going to put him on ice, like codename Ambrosia. The irony of it was not lost on you. He was also not going to be let out for next half-century, so there was that too. If you were still around then you were definitely going to cash in that favour he owed you. Maybe you’d ask him to respond to the name “Afro-Judas.”

Instead, you were worried about your friend. Touma’s luck had always been bad and he always had been involved with Code M, if your memory served. If he was needed for some ritual or otherwise, it was imperative that you rescued him. Nayuta was waiting for you as you walked up to her.

“Time to save your friend huh nii-chan?” she asked.

You nodded.

“Right, follow me,” she walked off, “He’s aboard an Egyptian medium-sized freighter, the Karaboudjan. We’re sending in a small strike team by helo, you’re coming on board with them.”

You were only slightly annoyed to be forced to obey traffic laws on the way to the airport. It was an old helicopter, not one of the contemporary models produced by the city. The men preparing their gear and load out were obviously Anti-Skill though their armour was black without any distinguishing insignia. They didn’t pay the both of you any mind.

“So before we go,” Nayuta walked up to a pile of equipment, “We’re not sure what we’re up against so we’re loading up on everything.”

She picked up another toy Soldier.

“Or at least they are. You’re the specialist nii-chan and VERDICT doesn’t really have a standard operating procedure so I’ll just have to ask your preference. Are you going loud, or are you going to bring the bare minimum?”

>All the dakka
>Stealth mission

>>37571048
>All the dakka
Which is never enough dakka.

>>37571048
>All the dakka

>>37571048
>All the dakka

.700 nitro express maybe?

BFR magnum
P90
chaingun
phaser pistol

>>37571112
What about those handheld railguns that they made based off of Misaka?

>>37571124
whatever we can get our filthy metal hands on

derringers
a stale baguette
harsh language

>>37571146
Our hands are actually mostly a mix of polymers and ceramics

>>37571048
>All the dakka

>>37571048
>>All the dakka

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You weren’t comfortable with the lack of information. That would be easily rectified by bringing all the firepower you could carry. This was what you told Nayuta and dove in to the pile. She came out with a 37mm automatic shotgun that belonged to an HsPS-15. The ammunition was half high explosive fragmentation shells and half armour piercing slugs. It was more than enough to tear a hole in the hull of the ship you were boarding. Nayuta then slaved it to CADRE which added more elements to your HUD. She also tossed you another Toy Soldier, for good measure.

“Alright, remember that you technically outrank them nii-chan,” Nayuta gestured to the assembled, “That and they’re expendable. You’re not.”

With a pat on the back, she left you to board the transport helo. Another five minutes later and you were in the air. It wasn’t a long flight since the freighter hadn’t managed to make good time out in to international waters. It was choppy though. A storm had arrived. Between the rain, the lightning, and the darkness, it took you awhile to make out the Karaboudjan as the helo made her final approach.

“What’s the plan sir?”

One of the men spoke up. You didn’t forget what Nayuta had told you. There was little intel, and the squad was expendable, so they made for great scouts. Or you could send yourself in first and have the men as backup. There was a risk of course when splitting up so all of you could go in at once, whether you split up later or not was another decision.

>Send in the squad to scout
>Go in alone
>All-in
>Other (write-in)

>>37571784
>Send in the squad to scout
Knowing is half the battle

>>37571784
>All-in

never split the party

>>37571784
>All-in

>>37571784
>>Send in the squad to scout

Rolled 1 (1d2)

So it's a tie.
1. Send in a scouting party
2. Board the boat together

>>37571784
>Other (write-in)
Send in a "scouting party" but in actuality they're bait to draw an ambush which we will then ambush.

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You decided to bank on strength in numbers. With a nod, the men got up. Once by one, they boarded the Karaboudjan by rope. You were last aboard landing near the bridge, as the men fanned out to secure it. There was no one there. The ship was on what was essentially autopilot. One of the more technical members of the squad started fiddling with the computer. The rest moved slowly down to where the crew quarters would be. You accompanied them and once again, there was no one. The bunks were empty too. There was no evidence that anyone even worked aboard the Karaboudjan, assuming there was a crew in the first place.

By the time you were back up, the tech had finished figuring out what course had been charted. The Karaboudjan’s next stop was Russia, a port several kilos east of Vladivostok. It would be the first leg of a planned journey around the world. A more complete floor plan had also been found. The ship had been especially refitted to include rooms that weren’t on the original blueprints. It was an armoury. Where the bridge was on the bow, the armoury was located on astern. It was worth checking out. The rest of the cargo both on the top and lower deck, according to the manifest, was canned crab. There was nothing worth noting from the helo so all that was left was to search the lower deck. Splitting up could cover more ground but it was a risk. This whole ship was starting to look more and more like a trap.

>Split up, check the armoury
>Split up, check the lower cargo hold
>Check the armoury
>Check the lower cargo hold

>>37572593
>>Check the armoury

>>37572593
>Check the armoury

>>37572593
>Split up, check the lower cargo hold
Send the adds. Let them spring the trap If there is one

>>37572593
>Split up, check the lower cargo hold

>>37572684
>Split up, check the armoury
Whoops meant this one

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The armoury was the most suspicious addition to the ship. Thus it was the first thing you checked. With a wave, the men fell in and started the trek across the deck towards the rear. It wasn’t an uneventful one. The first sign of trouble was a tripwire, barely in view. It was easy to bypass but that was when the rearguard started screaming. He hadn’t even touched the tripwire but his leg had been crushed by a fallen crate of cargo. The one in front of him turned to help only find himself missing his forearms. Then he too started screaming. The rest of the team came under gunfire of some kind. Another man took a serious hit before the whole team managed to find cover to return fire.

CADRE came alive. The gunfire ceased but you caught a flash of yellow around the corner. By the time you had called out the last known position, gunfire erupted from the opposite side and another two men were downed. There were at least two attackers, CADRE concluded, assuming your attackers obeyed the laws of physics. Given that flash of yellow, it was possible that it was only one. You suspected the Code M you had met earlier today. Still, the men weren’t exactly sure which way the next attack was going to come and neither were you. They were down to eight men now. Abandoning them improved your chances of survival, according to CADRE. Or at least it would in the short term. You had a pretty good chance, about 80% of getting them safely outside of the kill zone but that would only be a reprieve. CADRE estimated that counter-ambushing, despite not having the initiative, would probably cost half the squad with a 40% chance of success.

>Abandon the squad
>Get everyone to safety, DC80
>Turn the tables, DC40
>Other (write-in)

>>37573492
>Turn the tables, DC40

>>37573492
>Get everyone to safety, DC80

>>37573492
>Turn the tables, DC40
Throw a flashbang to stun.

>>37573492
>Turn the tables, DC40

Alright, roll 1d100 please.

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>37573755

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>37573755
pop pop pop
making wizards drop

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>37573755

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>>37573792
my hero

>>37573824
>Filename
Couldn't you just, like, edit the dicks off of them?

>>37574192
ain't got photoshop brah

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You fought back. If the threat could be neutralised right now then it was worth the effort to do so. Another went down by the time you located the shooter. Despite the sound dampening from your helmet, your shotgun was loud. Likewise the cover and the shooter were shredded, the former flash cooked by your fiery ammunition. CADRE couldn’t confirm the kill but the rest of the squad could as they moved up. The flash of yellow emerged from behind another set of crates. It cut down two more of the squad before you managed to draw a bead on it. You had to switch the slug to avoid unnecessary casualties from friendly fire though.

Whatever was moving too fast for your normal vision to catch stopped and grabbed one of the men as a human shield. You could see the slug doing its gruesome work, cleanly entering before exploding out back. There was a metallic clang sound before the Code M was sent flying in to a stack of crates behind them. The last four men moved in pairs to confirm the kills. The Code M was confirmed down but still alive and the men were still awaiting your call on whether to capture or kill the Code M. As for the gunman, you found him with a sword at your throat. Turns out, he was a Code M too.

“Let her go.”

You turned your head towards the voice. It was Asuka’s uncle whose name escaped you at the moment. CADRE estimated about 10% chance of getting out with your head still attached to your body.

>Acquiesce to his demands
>Terminate the Code M, DC10
>Counter-offer (write-in)

>>37574443
>Acquiesce to his demands
>Counter-offer (write-in)
say please?

>>37574443
>Counter-offer ( In a whispered voice, I doubt your Niece would be happy with you re-killing her boyfriend.

>>37574443
>Acquiesce to his demands

>>37574519
I'd rather not

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“Say please?” you asked.

The blade was angled up, cutting slightly in to your helmet.

“Please,” he said.

You called off the men.

“You’re looking for Kamijou, he’s in the lower deck,” he continued, “If he does not want to leave with you, you leave him alone.”

And just like that, he stepped back and seemed to disappear. You instructed the squad to tend to the wounded and prepare to move out. Ignoring the armoury for now, you proceeded to your original objective. One of the holds had been converted in to living quarters, four rooms to be exact. Three of them were empty, with the last one containing Touma and Thor. They had sat down on the bed together and were discussing something. On the far wall lay Joyeuse. Well you assumed it was Joyeuse given the shape and glow.

“Oh hello VERDICT,” Thor greeted, “We were just talking about you. About how you were responsible, indirectly, for a lot of things.”

“To be fair, the Franz Ferdinand metaphor doesn’t work with him,” Touma explained, “It wasn’t his fault to begin with.”

“And I’ve told you how the war was started,” Thor argued.

“That’s your point of view,” Touma pointed out.

“Doesn’t matter,” you interrupted, “I’m your ride home.”

“You’re right, it doesn’t matter how the war started,” Touma agreed, “What matters is how to end the war. Returning this sword is a good first step.”

You reminded Touma that he didn’t need to accompany the sword.

>Attempt to recover the sword as well (write-in)
>Just take Touma and leave

>>37575547
>Just take Touma and leave
can't really do anything with Uncle Shiro there..

Sparky will just have to settle for her Aniki

>>37575547
>Just take Touma and leave

>>37575547
>Just take Touma and leave

>>37575547
>Just take Touma and leave

>>37575547
>Attempt to recover the sword as well (write-in)
If we're on the topic of World War metaphors, we could always say that Appeasement as a policy never works.

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There was no point in trying for anything more. You were here for Touma, he was willing to leave, and he was being allowed to leave. Hell, you were allowed to leave mostly unmolested. That was enough for you. Touma looked unpleasant as he caught the sight of the bodies of those that had accompanied you to retrieve him. You think he was guilty.

“It’s not going to work,” he finally said.

You didn’t follow.

“There’s too much going on, too many reasons for this war,” he continued, “There’s too many players, and I can’t even begin to figure out how to convince them to end hostilities.”

You reminded him that it wasn’t his responsibility to end the global conflict.

“No, it isn’t, but I still want to end it. I’ve seen things,” he trailed off.

You supposed the war had touched him in some way. As you were, you didn’t think you would able to relate. Thus you said nothing else as you flew home, back to Academy City.

The time is now morning, the weather is partly cloudy, and the date is now December 30.

You woke up, only slightly sore. The mission had been considered a success, despite the bodies, and you had even gotten a bonus. Well you weren’t complaining and it isn’t like you felt any particular attachment or emotion to the men that had accompanied you. Maybe you should have, but you weren’t sure if it mattered. If no one cared, who did and why would it have to be you?

You rolled off the bed. There were two items to deal with today. One, you remembered the New Year event that you had promised Last Order you would attend. While there was no particular preparation necessary, there was one issue you had to resolve. It involved Sparky. The other thing was a message from Nayuta. Something about visiting the impound lot.

>Electric New Year
>Slightly used cars

>>37576384
>Electric New Year

>>37576384
>Electric New Year

>>37576384
>Electric New Year

vehicle thing will just have to wait

>>37576384
>Electric New Year
Tell Nayuta to save the car for us

lets use the computer in our brain to make pancakes that are perfect circles.

>>37576384
Oh shit we can get Benji's car can't we?

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Pancakes were on the table for breakfast. They didn’t quite turn out as perfect circles but it wasn’t like you were that neurotic. Even with a computer involved, your mind was still distracted with how to deal with Sparky. You were pretty sure she was going to let you have it when you came clean with her. While you had a time, it was a good idea to plan how you were going to reveal yourself to Sparky. It was a given that she was going to be in attendance, along with WORST and the four clones that hung skulked about the City. Last Order had confirmed it. She had also confirmed that your mother would be in attendance, though sadly it looked like Sparky’s wouldn’t. You weren’t sure how you were going to explain the situation to Sparky, let alone her mother.

Maybe you didn’t have to. You didn’t need to show up as VERDICT after all. There were other ways of disguising yourself, and hell Nayuta could help you there. Sure Sparky would be angry at you supposedly faking your death but she’d probably be more understanding than if you were revealed as VERDICT. You had taken the time to consult the VERDICT OS documentation after all, as well as read the “stunwhip” manual. Anyone who you had revealed yourself to had been marked as a “potential compromising agent,” and it didn’t sound like a good thing to be. Then there was the matter of appeasing Sparky. You were pretty sure petty trinkets wouldn’t be enough, regardless of what you chose.

>Reveal everything to Sparky
>Pretend to have faked death
>Other (write-in)

>>37576996
>Reveal everything to Sparky

fuck it, we've been telling people left and right we're Kyril and not dead. why exclude her any longer?

maybe just put Last Order between us when we drop the bombshell?

>>37576996
>Reveal everything to Sparky

>>37576996
>Reveal everything to Sparky

>>37576996
>Pretend to have faked death

>>37576996
>Reveal everything to Sparky
It's already been pointed out that we act differently than we used too, she's not going to believe a simple "faked our death" for very long.

>>37576996
>Reveal everything to Sparky

>>37576996
>>Reveal everything to Sparky

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Honesty was probably the best policy here. Whatever she felt would probably be justified and the truth went a long way to re-establishing trust. You wondered what would be angry about the most. Would it be your failure to uphold your promise, your death, or the fact that she wouldn’t be the first you revealed yourself to? Besides, you couldn’t quite fake the fact that you had faked your own death. Asuka had called you changed, and you in turn had acknowledged it. You didn’t want to bet against Sparky’s perceptiveness and the ensuing fallout from that.

With your mind made up, you were feeling better about New Years. In fact, you had some free time now. You could put it to great use finding a gift, or some peace offering, to appease Sparky. That or a lightning rod, though most likely, you would buy both. The gift would need some thought behind it. You were pretty sure there were people you could wrangle to aid you in such an endeavour.

On the other hand, Nayuta’s messages have started increasing in frequency. Apparently, there’s a ghost that is haunting Ben-jii’s car and it is making a lot of the staff at the impound lot nervous. Considering that the car was one huge Code M artefact, you probably should look in to that. It was also making Nayuta nervous, which was kind of cute. She, along with Kaoru, weren’t able to take care of it due to their diminutive sizes.

>Appease the Railgun
>Exorcise a muscle car

>>37577690
>Exorcise a muscle car

Hey sparky want a car?

>>37577690
>Exorcise a muscle car

>>37577690
>Exorcise a muscle car
her aniki getting a cool car would appease her?

or some getoka keychain or something with his face smeared on it.

>>37577690
>Exorcise a muscle car

>>37577690
>Exorcise a muscle car

>>37577734
We're gonna need like 5 gekotas.

Or maybe we can just go ahead and requisition an entire damn vending machine and put it in the car.

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Actually, now that you thought about it maybe the car would be an interesting gift. A short commute later and you were at the impound lot. There was an interesting scene when you arrived. Ben-jii’s car, had no roof, but there were also no cars parked around it. In one of corner you recognised another car but it wasn’t quite that important at the moment.

“So what’s the problem exactly?” you asked Nayuta.

“It keeps making noises whenever someone gets close.”

You tilted your head.

“Spooky noises.”

You shook your head as you approached. Nayuta hung back. The Camaro glowed yellow in your regular, unfiltered vision. It was well banged up area near the front left wheel was scraped and crumpled. Even the wheel sat at an unnatural angle. You supposed it had damaged its axle as well. However unlike what Nayuta had told you, the car didn’t even make a single noise as you reached it and opened one of the doors. You turned back and looked at Nayuta.

“Huh?” she was confused.

Then she walked up to it. A ghostly sound filled the air,

“OOoooooooOOOOooooo.”

With a start, Nayuta retreated hastily back towards another car.

“What do you want me to do exactly?” you finally asked.

“Make it stop,” your boss squeaked, “or take it away.”

“I can’t move it with a broken front axle,” you stated.

“If you can make it stop then we’ll give to you for free,” she answered.

“Are you sure?”

After all, Touma was just a phone call away.

“Yes.”

>”Alright I’ll take it.”
>”So why is that Bugatti shying away from my gaze?”

>>37578373
>”Alright I’ll take it.”
free ghost alarm? shit yeah!

>>37578373
>”Alright I’ll take it.”

>>37578373
>”Alright I’ll take it.”

>>37578373
>”Alright I’ll take it.”

>>37578373
>”Alright I’ll take it.”
wonder how mad ben-jii will be if he learns we have it

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Now that you thought about it. The strange ghostly noise could function was a pretty good car alarm. You don’t think anyone would try to jack a car that made spooky noises whenever someone got close. The Code M emissions remained stable, even when someone came close to it, so it wasn’t like it was doing anything. It was probably just that, a magical alarm system of some kind that didn’t trigger for you. With some repairs and a new coat of paint, it would be good as new. Yes, you think it was a bit of a steal. A strange laughter wafted through the air.

http://youtu.be/hfrWchX5rAU

The Bugatti at the far end of the impound lot drove itself out.

Episode End. Interlude time.
>Speak of Cao Cao
>Fan Fiction

>>37578858
>Speak of Cao Cao

>>37578858
>Fan Fiction

>>37578858
>Fan Fiction

>>37578858
>Speak of Cao Cao

I love Dynasty Warriors!

>>37578858
>Fan Fiction

The bus trudged along ponderously as you yourself pondered the last few days. Christmas had been novel, and also a little bit of fun. Kyouko’s invitation had you rubbing shoulders with some of the biggest names in the cops and robbers game this side of the world. There was Lupin IV, the two heads of Academy City’s Thieves guild, and Kyouko, the Slumlord herself on the side of the lawless. On the other side were Herlock Sholmes the consulting detective, VERDICT the Judgement “cyborg” who lived next door, and your date, the Accelerator. Instead of a gun fight or violence, the gathered played poker. Granted it was high-stakes game of no-limit Texas Hold ‘Em for a prize that looked like it belonged in a museum. You suppose that was what made Lupin IV such an eccentric thief. To be honest it felt like a crappy spy novel adaptation. At least you hadn’t had to pay for the buy-in.

Now, well, now you were kind of bored even if you didn’t want to admit it. If you did, you were pretty sure you were going to end up in a fight or in Turkey again. You were just an ordinary high school girl after all. A honk and a screech brought you out of your reverie. With a sigh you wondered what trouble was going to befall you and the Accelerator now.

It was a blonde boy with blue eyes. He looked like he jumped out of a shounen manga, what with the way he was carrying his companion. You recognised the one in his arms. It was a school mate, the thrice-cursed Kamijou Touma, the unluckiest letch in the school. Rumour was that he was used as a reference for Fowl Gods. Now he was being princess carried as the blondie landed with cracks on the pavement. Before his frown could worsen, blondie had leapt up, up, and away. Now you weren’t exactly a rotten girl but,

>Kamijou-kun was totally the uke
>Kamijou-kun was totally the seme

>>37579160
>Kamijou-kun was totally the uke

you don't get princess carried AND get to be the man

>>37579160
>Kamijou-kun was totally the uke

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>>37579188

>>37579160
>Kamijou-kun was totally the uke

>>37579160
>Kamijou-kun was totally the uke
this is the one that gets it in the butt right?

He was being princess carried. There was no way someone would be princess carried and still retain possession of their man card. Yes, you decided, Kamijou-kun was totally the uke. Just the fact that he looked bigger than his partner was even more delicious. After all, he was being dominated by a forceful young boy. You were almost tempted to call him a shota but no, you had yet to cross that line. After all, he only had the appearance of one. That was what you were going to focus on, the dissonance between appearance and action. Oh you could see it now the aggression, the frustration, and pitiless performance of the smaller boy would be a perfect foil for Kami-kun, the shy, timid wallflower. You jotted down these notes on your mobile phone.

After all, you weren’t a gifted artist. You knew this. If you had been then you would have made a name for yourself already. No, the best outlet for your imagination was black on white. That is paper. While it was nice that you already had a main couple set up, now you needed a villain. Someone, or something, to introduce conflict and drama was necessary. Otherwise it wouldn’t make for much of a story. Well there were two candidates. You always thought that VERDICT was a bit intimidating. He was huge but not fat. With rumours of VERDICT being a cyborg, it was easy to make him in to an unstoppable rape train with no brakes. On the other hand, you looked to your travelling companion. He looked back at you and wondered why you occupied his attention so,

“What?”

Yes, your villain shall be,

>VERDICT
>The Accelerator

>>37579578
>VERDICT

>>37579578
>VERDICT

>>37579578
>The Accelerator
let someone else suffer it!

>>37579578
>The Accelerator

>>37579578
>The Accelerator

>>37579578
>The Accelerator

>>37579578
>VERDICT

Even in death we can't escape bl stardom

Well, since this was a bit of a guilty pleasure, you might as well use The Accelerator. You knew all about his mannerisms anyway. His crude language and coarse manner would be the perfect foil to blondie. Caught in between the two of them would be Kamijou-kun. Yes, that is exactly how you would frame it. It was a violent love triangle. The thought of not just two men fighting each other, but the spoils of already had you moist. Kamijou-kun would have to pick between the evils of pride, or the evils of pain. And no doubt Accelator would make it painful. He would make it degrading even, drugging and mind breaking the hapless protagonist.

Maybe this was why you needed therapy.

Now that you had a villain, and some semblance of a plot, it was time for you to commit it to writing. That wasn’t the hard part. Still it was something to look forward to, something that motivated you to get through the day. The hard part was finding an editor. You were just an amateur writer after all. Besides if it was good enough, maybe you could finally publish it. Again, there were two options here. If you went online, you would be among interested parties. Especially that one user on a forum you occasionally visited, WhiteKnight247, was particularly helpful. On the other, it was better to have a touch of humanity about the whole process, even if it was a bit embarrassing. You knew Komoe-sensei wasn’t exactly one with such predilections but she always did have a habit of being suggestive. Plus, it was easier to guilt her in to it.

Regardless you needed an editor.

>WhiteKnight247
>Komoe-sensei

>>37580232
>WhiteKnight247

>>37580232
>WhiteKnight247

that's karou right?

>>37580232
>WhiteKnight247

>>37580232
>WhiteKnight247

It was good that you had acquired an editor. Of the manuscript that you had hashed out, you had been given a great amount of aid. Particularly since WhiteKnight247 always seemed to have advice in regards to the rather graphic details of sodomy. She drew heavily on the works of your inspiration, Shinobu-sensei of Fowl Gods, and together you worked on the problematic scenes. The one where Kami-kun had to fend off an aggressive advance from Accel-kun was one such scene. You had to convey the hopelessness of the situation, the pain of the struggle and finally, the rescue. The transition from rape to romance was quite jarring then. You had to make sure that while firm, Tohru-kun had gentleness in his touch, whether it was from a stray caress to intimate foreplay.

As you went over your manuscript one last time, WhiteKnight247 had sent you a PM. Your work needed an appropriate title and you think Thunderball was most appropriate. With a few more clicks, your work was published. All that was left was to await reviews from the public.

Interlewd end. See you next Friday.
https://twitter.com/BoredofDirector
Howling Commandos. Dropping feet first in to hell. Can you defend everything? When writefag and /tg/ meet, the story begins.

I shall shower, then return for questions.

>>37580695
thanks for running

>>37580695
Was the car a gift from Benji to repay our favor?

what color should we paint it?

black?

red cars get pulled over more

>>37580695
thanks for running!

Did we help ben-ji by taking his cursed car or is it his final laugh to us?

>>37581002
>>37581195
Have you guys ever wondered why I link youtube videos only when it concerns Ben-jii's car?

Whether you consider a quest reward, a gift, or a curse, you're stuck with it now.

>>37581246
i always thought it was for setting the tone what with afro man and cool car driving. You saying that music was actually playing? is it magic nightrider?

>>37581246
transformer?

>>37581384
I tried to hint that Ben-jii had no control over the radio aside from turning it on and off. There's a reason for that.
>>37581394
Hah, you wish.

>>37581497
Was blowing up the ship in the first part of the thread a viable solution? It's not like AC can't compensate the Egyptians for it.

>>37581563
Sure. But then you'd blow up too if Touma wasn't returned to the City.

>>37581590
Will we ever see the shy Bugatti again?

>>37581673
I don't think CHEAT wants to get involved in another traffic collision.

>>37581693
What a shame. I thought it would get along with the helmet.
Hopefully this ghost whip is cool.

>>37581693
I thought we only got a speeding ticket with CHEAT?

>>37581910
You forgot to read the last thread then.

>>37581943
my amnesia made me forget

>>37578858
I'd be concerned if the car laughed like Vincent Price