>>39069592

You must arise. Unfortunately, the knowledge itself fails to spur you to action. You must assemble a compelling argument for getting out of bed.

>You owe your play-by-post players an update. After that, you can start planning next week’s session. It’s a big step forward in the story, and things go awry without notes.
>Your hunger is uncomfortable. Doing nothing about it would only exacerbate the issue. Additionally, you never know who could be downstairs. Maybe one of your siblings is visiting.
>You should spend more time binding Brooke. Your dominion over the wraith goes only goes as far as you can enforce compliance. Her outward affability is no basis for trust.
>It’s just another day where everything you do is a superficial act. There is no compelling argument for getting out of bed. Checkmate.
>Other (?)

Note: Due to incessant repetition of questions, I am making a point to refer you to the information provided below, especially in the character sheet. Seriously.

QM Twitter: tinyurl.com=twitter-HellionQuest
Character Sheet: pastebin.com=rNg3Yw8m (pictures within)
Ask Lugubrious anything: tinyurl.com=ask-fm-HellionQM

The Story So Far: tinyurl.com=thisisnotatrueending-hellion

[I'm having issues with spam detection for some reason. the '='s should be slashes.]

>>39069676
>>You owe your play-by-post players an update. After that, you can start planning next week’s session. It’s a big step forward in the story, and things go awry without notes.

Hellion quest fuck yeah!

>>39069676
>You owe your play-by-post players an update. After that, you can start planning next week’s session. It’s a big step forward in the story, and things go awry without notes.

>>39069676
>QM Twitter: tinyurl.com=twitter-HellionQuest
>Character Sheet: pastebin.com=rNg3Yw8m (pictures within)
>Ask Lugubrious anything: tinyurl.com=ask-fm-HellionQM
>
>The Story So Far: tinyurl.com=thisisnotatrueending-hellion

These are amazing and so are you

>Your hunger is uncomfortable. Doing nothing about it would only exacerbate the issue. Additionally, you never know who could be downstairs. Maybe one of your siblings is visiting.

>>39069676
>You should spend more time binding Brooke. Your dominion over the wraith goes only goes as far as you can enforce compliance. Her outward affability is no basis for trust.

Wraithbinding ho!

>>39069676
>You owe your play-by-post players an update. After that, you can start planning next week’s session. It’s a big step forward in the story, and things go awry without notes.
Hellion Quest Best Quest

Roll dice for getting out of bed in the morning.

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>39069804

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>39069804

>>39069676
>>You should spend more time binding Brooke. Your dominion over the wraith goes only goes as far as you can enforce compliance. Her outward affability is no basis for trust.

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>39069804

>Reminder that we should draw more, since it can summon us more friends.

>>39069859
But then we'd have to draw some cutesy shit, That ain't who Moriah is damnit

Did the pavement get Lugubrious again?

He really should tear it open and make a nice, clean lawn.

>>39070023
At least a lawn wouldn't need to be shoveled in the middle of a thread.

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>--skills--
>poor: botany
>personal effects: mother's potted shrub
This tickles my funny bone.

It has been a few days already since you last updated your superheroic campaign on myth-weavers. Your players are probably making nervous chatter in the OOC as they await the next installment of action. They put a lot of effort in over the past couple weeks, what with the showdown with Skeleton James and all the roleplaying they went through. The anticipation of the aftermath of the encounter energizes you somewhat. (+4 Mood: 41/100)

Encouraging such participation with a prompt updating schedule is the only way to guarantee more of it going forward. You would rather avoid the fate of your last play-by-post

You heave a heavy sigh and carefully roll your blankets away to afford you a path out of your bed. You swing your legs over the side and find your slippers right where they ought to be, and then push out from the drapery shrouding your bed.

The air is frigid, but refreshing, and the light and power of a new day fill your room. (+2 Mood: 43/100) You yawn and slowly begin the shuffling journey to your desk. Your cavernous room stretches up above you, enhancing the twenty-foot distance. When you arrive, you situate yourself in your captain’s seat, and note with some disdain the half-hidden canvass under your desk.

While you’ve been working on Maviel’s wedding present far in advance, you are not pleased with what it has recently turned into. (-2 Mood: 39/100) With any luck, Waldric will hold off on his proposal for another month or two, and Maviel will opt for a lengthy engagement. That way the half-formed painting will never have to be seen again.

You dismiss the project for the time being, and boot up Churchill. It runs much faster since you let Wolfgang have a look at it. You are uncertain what he did to accomplish the increase in speed, but you doubt it has anything to do with his technical ability.

>>39070870

As soon as Churchill comes alive, you immediately set to work, opening word documents, die rolling sites, character references pages, and more. You have no less than eight windows open before you actually go to reading your player’s antics.

Nightshrike, Chrono’s not-batman, secretly questions his leadership ability due to Firebrand’s injuries. Ironically, Firebrand’s player, both in and out of character, is ecstatic for the quote-unquote sweet battle scars. You thought she would enjoy that. The interplay between the characters is well written, lengthy, and most importantly, in character. You feel a sense of satisfaction at having successfully orchestrated player-to-player interactions. Usually they only speak to the NPCs. (+3 Mood: 42/100)

Of course, the star of the team, Chevron, is actually busy pursuing plot points with Detective Rose, secretly the most interesting character in the scene. You can scarce imagine their reactions when they begin suspecting she may actually be working for Skeleton James. (+3 Mood: 45/100)

You put on your headphones, switch on your writing playlist, and start reading, writing, and rolling dice. Such are your efforts for the next hour or so. (+10 Mood: 55/100)

>>39070870
>(-2 Mood: 39/100)
You mean 41/100.

>>39070890

After you send up your three post-long update, you close all the windows and open up a completely different set, this time getting in on your notes for the next session of your Star Wars campaign. You wonder if you can lure Sierra into attendance. You could easily work Shenir into the storyline – any storyline, really. You’re glad she chose to go with a bounty hunter as her character.

Your mouth twitches into a smile at the thought of her frequent and poorly orchestrated seduction attempts, the majority of which end in violet stabbings. (+3 Mood: 58/100) Her enthusiasm is commendable.

Someone knocks at the door.

“Moriah, will you be joining your family at breakfast?” asks Emmaline, your housekeeper. “Or shall I bring you something instead?”

Family? That means someone’s here. But you were just about to get started on your notes....

>Yes, I’ll be down in a moment.
>>You're on a roll. Finish your planning first. It's not easy to get in the zone.
>>Put things on hold for now and get ready for the day.
>Tell Father I’m in the middle of a project.
>Tea would be welcome, thank you.
>Other (?)

>>39070909

That is probably what I meant. Good eye, sir.

>>39070935
>>>Put things on hold for now and get ready for the day.

>>39070935
>yes I'll be down in a moment
There's nothing stopping us from getting breakfast and resequestering ourself with a minimum of social interaction.

>>39070935
>Yes, I’ll be down in a moment.
>>Put things on hold for now and get ready for the day.

>>39070935
>>>You're on a roll. Finish your planning first. It's not easy to get in the zone.

>>39070935
>You wonder if you can lure Sierra into attendance
Yes. This needs to happen

>>39071049
I wonder what she's up to.

>>39070890
>The interplay between the characters is well written, lengthy, and most importantly, in character.
Colour me jealous.

>>39070935
>Yes, I’ll be down in a moment.
>>You're on a roll. Finish your planning first. It's not easy to get in the zone.

>>39071071
>Colour me jealous.

There it's green now

>>39071497
Brooke pls go

You decide on a compromise. You’ll get to a good stopping point, go down for the bare minimum time required, and return as soon as possible.

“Yes, I’ll be down in a moment,” you say. To your satisfaction, Emmaline says nothing more, signaling her departure. Instead of readying yourself, however, youwork further on your notes, getting at least a hashed outline out in about twenty minutes.

Before they can send anyone else up to enquire after you, you take a second at your mirror and vanity to brush your hair into order around your horns, and head down in your PJs.

You step lightly into the dining room, finding Wolfgang and Father chatting about school exploits. They both wear their officious suits. Your entrance in your muggish, formless pajamas is quite at odds with the elaborate style and décor of the dining room. You attempt to eke into your place so as to avoid any direct contact.

Wolfgang welcomes you with a brief smile, but thankfully returns his attention to the conversation. “The professor decided to raise the scores of the entire class after I spoke with him,” says Wolfgang, “but I’m still in the same percentile.”

“Very good,” says Father, with muted satisfaction.

>>39071915

You ease yourself into your high-backed wood chair, focusing your attention on the light breakfast of eggs, toast, and tea set before you. Gingerly, you pour yourself a small glass of the warm-scented liquid, bring it to your teeth, and hiss out a breath to blow away the steam.

Before you can take a sip, however, you notice the conversation has halted. Father’s attention has fallen uponn you. He couldn’t let it slip just one time, could he. (-3 Mood: 58/100)

“Moriah,” he says in a clear voice, “why aren’t you wearing your glamor?”

There’s no easy way out of this one. Wolfgang’s face goes flat, and he focuses on his plate, acutely disembarking from the confrontation before it begins.

>I apologize. I’ll put it on after breakfast.
>I just woke up. I’ll put it on later.
>I wasn't planning on going out today.
>Say nothing. He knows very well why you aren’t wearing your glamor.
>This is what I look like.
>Other (?)

>>39071935
>>This is what I look like.

Hallows let Sierra be without her glamours in the house. Gah dad.

>>39071935
>>Say nothing. He knows very well why you aren’t wearing your glamor.

>>39071935
>>This is what I look like.

The house is a safe haven for us, why should I have to put on a new face here. I will put the glamors on if there are visitors.

>>39071935
>Say nothing. He knows very well why you aren’t wearing your glamor.

>>39071935
>Say nothing. He knows very well why you aren't wearing your glamor.

>>39071935
>This is what I look like

>>39071935
>Say nothing. He knows very well why you aren’t wearing your glamor.

Welp, pack it up lads. The cobblestone driveway nobbled Lugubrious. Looks like we're done for the day.

>>39073091
I told him he should have just hired Mexicans to mix the cement for him

Is op kill?

>>39073132
He valiantly fell in battle against the encroaching forces of grime, power washer in hand and adorned in the finest of latex aprons.

>>39073091
Dammit, again? What was it this time, sinkholes again? The guy needs to get some decent foundations down.

There is no right answer, and this is a lecture you’ve faced before. We live among mortals. We cannot afford incaution. The moment we become complacent is the moment we stumble, the moment we fail. You cannot bear hearing the same argument in all of its rigid, algebraic elegance. (-4 Mood: 54/100)

After a moment of silence, however, you feel the invisible gaze of your father lift from you, if not the pressure of his disapproval.

You ignore him and take a sip of your tea. The hint of lavender is really what differentiates it from the other types you drink.

“Do you plan on studying over summer?” Father asks, returning his attention to Wolfgang.

“Summer is a long ways off,” he replies noncommittally.

That doesn’t seem to dissuade him from the topic. “A plan in advance is a plan to succeed,” he says.

Wolfgang nods, as if in thought. “Indeed it is.” It is all a clever act. He’s told you multiple times, at length, of his planned summer escapades between him and his friends.

“Inform me of your decision when you have one,” says Father. “I am willing to arrange favorable terms of assistance, assuming you continue for a spring or summer term.”

“As soon as I have one. Certainly,” Wolfgang replies. He takes a crunchy a bite of toast stacked with eggs.

Hypocrite. You have much yet to learn from your brother.

A lot of Moriah's death power thingies are pretty crazy, but I think

>Entropic Annihilation: Vents the whole of Moriah's inner magic in a particular direction, focusing it to a congruent ray. This energy accelerates entropy by several orders of magnitude in the area of effect, rusting through steel, breaking down plastic, and turning flesh to dust. While powerful, this depends on accuracy. This takes a great deal of focus - if Moriah's concentration is somehow broken during channeling, the energy will explode outward in an antilife pulse instead, though will only cost the corresponding amount of MP. Cost: 12 MP, Damage: 10+4d10, Type: Death, Range: 35 m

really takes the cake.

If nothing else, this makes me really want to get them [BE] antimagic abilities next go around it'll probably be a few months.. I know we won't be fighting Moriah, but, well, just look at all that shit.

>>39073589
Hellions can hit pretty hard, thought that might be something she learned from her mentors.

>>39073418

Father is appeased, and cuts through his omlet, biting a perfectly triangular slice to his mouth. He chews, swallows, and after a moment, his searching gaze turns on you once more.

What could it be this time?

“I’m going away for seven days on a magister’s errand,” says Father. “If you so chose, Moriah, your sister has offered to let you stay with her while I am away.”

Seven days is not a random number. It is a power number. Father is going to go do something dangerous. If you ask him about it, he will refuse to answer. He wouldn’t be Father if he didn’t.

>Where are you going? (Ask anyway.)
>I thought you said the Archduke of Mardusia was on our side. (This seems to be the likely cause of his business trip)
>Maviel doesn’t need me around. She’s already attached to Waldric at the hip.
>>Emmaline will still be here. I think I’ll stay.
>>Could you speak to Ms. Song? (She wouldn’t be able to escape tutoring you if you managed to arrange a stay in her own home.)
>>Do I have your permission to stay with one of my friends instead? (Or maybe you could get her to come here....)
>Other (?)

>>39073714
>>>Do I have your permission to stay with one of my friends instead? (Or maybe you could get her to come here....)

Sleepover time

>>39073714
>>Could you speak to Ms. Song? (She wouldn’t be able to escape tutoring you if you managed to arrange a stay in her own home.)
Moar power or moar control is best. We don't kill everything we touch with the suppression band on but still.

>>39073759
She's going to be disappointed when she finds out that Sierra's in medievalbeetleland.

>>39073714
>>Do I have your permission to stay with one of my friends instead? (Or maybe you could get her to come here....)

Maybe a meta decision

>>39073714
>I thought you said the Archduke of Mardusia was on our side. (This seems to be the likely cause of his business trip)

>>39073714
>>>Do I have your permission to stay with one of my friends instead? (Or maybe you could get her to come here....)

>>39073783
Oh shit, that sucks. Maybe she'll be back in time?

>>39073820
She'll be back BUT ROWAN WILL NOT

>>39073869
You take that back

>>39073887
>>39073869

And then Isaac is going to have to deal with the fact that his adoptive hellborn child is the reason his biological daughter isn't coming home. Moriah will still be able to talk to her though

>>39073714
>>>Do I have your permission to stay with one of my friends instead? (Or maybe you could get her to come here....)

When I saw the thumbnail I thought she was wearing a goth captain America outfit

The only likely candidate for Father’s going away, that you’re aware of at least, is Waldric’s new political ally. “The Archduke of Mardusia was supposed to make things less complicated,” you say.

“In the important ways, yes,” says Father.

You sigh. While you would like to spend more time with your sister, you also recognize that she has a highly attractive as-yet-to-be-announced fiancé, and that they spend every waking minute of their free time in one another’s company.

You like Waldric, but you do not like him that much. You’ll only have your sister back when she starts planning her wedding. An idea occurs to you, however, and the alternative is much more appealing than Father’s arrangements. “Do I have your permission to stay with one of my friends instead?” you ask.

Father sits up a little straighter. Unfortunately, this action is generally followed by a negative response. “You do not,” he says. There will be no argument on the subject.

Your tea seems to lose its flavor. (-4 Mood: 50/100)

“Moriah could have her stay here instead,” Wolfgang suggests, perhaps reading your intent. “Emmaline will be here as well.”

Father considers this, and nods once. “You may ask her when she returns,” he tells you. “Her venture will return on the morrow.”

“Thank you, Father,” you say, actually feeling the words somewhat. Hopefully Sierra won’t think it strange of you to ask her over so suddenly. She’s spontaneous, though, so maybe it won’t be an issue. (+5 Mood: 55/100)

But Father still has more to say. “Otherwise, I would ask you to consider staying with your sister. I don’t want you to be left without company for that long.”

Wolfgang takes offense at this statement, you can tell. “I would stop by,” he says, frowning.

>>39074773

You allow yourself some satisfaction at the comment. “I don’t believe Father counts you as company,” you say.

“I do not,” says Father in a flat tone.

Both you and Wolfgang exchange an unspoken, congratulatory glance. Luring Father into cracking a joke is no simple task.

Father takes his napkin, replaces it on the table, and pushes out from his chair to stand. “I’ll be leaving you now,” he says. “I am satisfied that you understand my wishes for you whilst I am away.”

You and Wolfgang stand also, and go with him to the door. Emmaline hands him his briefcase along the way, though otherwise seems no more prepared than he does when heading to the firm.

He gives Wolfgang a paternal grip on the shoulder, and turns to you. He sets down his briefcase, and holds out an arm. You step forward, and find yourself wrapped tightly in his arms. “I love you very much,” he tells you.

>Be safe.
>You always say that.
>Thanks for letting Sierra come over.
>Other (?)

>>39074807
>>Be safe.

>>39074807
>Be safe.

>>39074807
>You always say that.
>Thanks for letting Sierra come over.

>>39074807
>Be safe.
I can't not like magicdad

>>39074807
> Be safe
> Other
"I love you, dad."
It would suck being a shit if daddy dearest kicks the bucket.

>>39075031
He can't die. He doesn't have a loving wife to leave behind anymore

>>39075090
Thanks Moriah.

You always have the nagging suspicion at times like these that Father will never come home, but acting like it might be the last time makes it seem like it actually is. You settle on a non-fatalistic farewell. “Be safe,” you say.

“Wise advice,” Father replies. He relinquishes you momentarily, but only so he can kiss you on the forehead. With that, he actually lets you go, picks up his briefcase, and heads out the door.

After he’s gone, you and Wolfgang return in a more casual fashion to the table, and get back to breakfast. However, you find you aren’t very hungry. You manage to eat some toast, but you mostly just drink tea.

“So what are your plans for today, exactly?” asks Wolfgang. “No school, no parents. You’ve got it made.”

>I’m living in the lap of luxury.
>Not completely. You’re still here.
>Don’t say anything. It’s a trap. Get up and leave.
>I have to catch up on schoolwork. (Lie)
>To begin with, I wanted to plan next week’s game. I decided to take a creative day.
>If you need my magic for something, say so.
>What is it this time?
>Other (?)

>>39075429
>>To begin with, I wanted to plan next week’s game. I decided to take a creative day.
>>If you need my magic for something, say so.

>>39075488
This

>>39075429
>I have to catch up on schoolwork. (Lie)

>>39075429
>I’m living in the lap of luxury.
>To begin with, I wanted to plan next week’s game. I decided to take a creative day.
>What is it this time?

>>39075488
this

“I’ve decided to take a creative day,” you reply. “To begin with, I wanted to plan next week’s game. But if you need my magic for something, say so.”

“Okay, if you want to play hardball, then hardball it is,” he says. “I was wondering if you could haunt someone for me.”

“Haunt someone,” you say.

“Nothing major, mind you. Just enough to rearrange a desk or write disturbing messages on the inside of the bathroom mirror.”

This sounds like an irresponsible application of magic.

“Now I know what you’re thinking, because that expression on your face, that tells me what you’re thinking,” says Wolfgang, smiling awkwardly.

>Then there’s nothing left for me to say.
>Why would I do something this stupid.
>If you want a prank, buy a box of post-it notes. Shades are dangerous.
>I owe you for my laptop, but you have to explain.
>I can think of five better jokes you could pull on someone that wouldn't involve talking to me.
>Other (?)

>>39076219
>Why would I do something this stupid.

>>39076219
>>I owe you for my laptop, but you have to explain.
>Other (?)
"Do not mistake me for a conjurer of cheap tricks."

>>39076219
...

...

why?

This makes me realize that Sierra would be pretty good at haunting someone if she got it in her head to do so. Being a shadow blob that can telekinesis things in low light levels and walk through walls is pretty spooky.

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>>39076219

>>39076317
Plus, you know, she can terrorize people just by looking at them.

>>39076219
>Why would I do something this stupid.
>I owe you for my laptop, but you have to explain.

>>39076407
And cause depression. And Blood Curse is pretty fucked too.

Really, pretty much everything that she can do that isn't an Infernus power is good for spooking.

You stare at Wolfgang for a long time.

Wolfgang stares back at you for a long time.

“Why?” you ask finally ask.

“I have an enemy,” says Wolfgang.

“You have an enemy.”

“I do,” says Wolfgang. “There comes a time in every man’s life when he realizes that having an enemy doesn’t mean he did anything wrong.”

“Excuse me?”

“When you really hate someone, you have to let them go,” says Wolfgang.

“And me assigning a shade to haunt this person will help you let them go,” you guess.

“Yes. For me, the only way to move forward as a person is for you to haunt a certain person with a ghost,” he explains. He then steels himself. “I’ll pay you back in favors.”

Wolfgang favors are no laughing matter.

>I said I’m taking a creative day. I meant it.
>You owe me two favors for this.
>I already owe you a favor, so this cancels one of those aforementioned favors.
>Don’t embarrass yourself. This pays you back for the laptop, and we call it even.
>What did this certain person do to deserve supernatural retribution?
>Why haunting?
>Fine. Let me go get ready.
>Other (?)

>>39076692
>Fine. Let me go get ready.
>I already owe you a favor, so this cancels one of those aforementioned favors.

>>39076692
>What did this certain person do to deserve supernatural retribution?

>>39076692
>Why haunting?

>>39076692
>You owe me two favors for this.
>What did this certain person do to deserve supernatural retribution?

>>39076692
>>What did this certain person do to deserve supernatural retribution?
>I already owe you a favor, so this cancels one of those aforementioned favors.

>>39076692
>>You owe me two favors for this.
>>I already owe you a favor, so this cancels one of those aforementioned favors.

“Fine,” you reply. “This counts as payback for my computer.”

“It does,” Wolfgang agrees.

“And then you’re in my debt.”

“That I am,” he agrees again.

You are more or less satisfied, though surprised with how little argument he put up. You give him a questioning look, and then let it be for the time being. “Let me go get ready,” you say, heading back upstairs.

It takes a while to get everything in order. You get a shower, get dressed, and look at yourself in the mirror as you tug on your Anubis gloves. Ignoring the smoky forms and ghostly shapes lingering in the background of the mirror, you focus on your reflection. A boney, sharpened face peers back at you, with dull eyes. Today is not your best day.

With a careful application of willpower, you begin working your glamors into place, suffusing the room with violet rays of power that wisp into the air before disappearing. First comes the pseudo muscle layer, then the skin. You feel the flesh quivering atop your bones – it’s a ticklish sensation, on the verge of being horrifying, but you’re used to it. (-2 Mood: 53; -1 MP: 23/24)

The feeling of your glamored lips buzz into your awareness, and you work your face around into different expressions to ensure the puppetry of the false nerves are working in accord. You don’t know how normal people deal with having all this meaty flesh on their faces all the time.

With your face and horns disguised, you get to work on the rest of you, ensuring anything visible will be pale skin, not leathery muscle. When you’re finished, you check to make sure everything’s in place. Your human form looks back at you, thin and boney. It’s no wonder people single you out at school, or anywhere else, really – there’s something off about you. You just don’t make a very good looking human. (-5 Mood: 48/100)

You leave your reflection and head back to your room to pick up Brooke’s phycalactry and your needle-like wand. You store both in an artfully ragged black purse, and head back downstairs.

When you hit the ground floor, you catch Wolfgang fixing the bottom button on his vest, which has somehow come undone. “Tell me what this certain person did to deserve supernatural retribution,” you say.

Wolfgang makes a disgusted face. “I’ll tell you on the way there.”

Several minutes of quiet later, as you’re driving along with Wolfgang, he suddenly speaks in continuation of the last train of thought.

“This certain person used to be one of my friends,” says Wolfgang.

You understand. “He betrayed you,” you state. “What did he do?”

“Remember Wendy?”

You met your brother’s girlfriend once, when Wolfgang brought her along to the theater. She didn’t approve of your attitude, but other than that, she seemed like she was at least trying to be nice. You disliked her immensely. “Yes,” you say.

“And,” he says significantly, “that’s what he did.”

Your expression turns flat. Even if you didn’t like Wendy, you’ve had to bear with Wolfgang talking about her for months, and you are well aware of how much he liked her. Or at least how loyal he was to her. You noticed how he stopped mentioning her a while ago, but you thought it was because he was thinking about moving on.

You feel betrayed somehow, even though you were in no way involved with the affair. Well, actually you were partially involved. Sometimes Wolfgang would consult you to get another perspective on relationship challenges, and you always thought you gave good advice.

>I’m sorry.
>You can do better than Wendy. I loathed her anyway. Too judgmental.
>How are you doing? I know you liked her.
>But she was all over you when you brought her to the play.
>When did this happen?
>So your friend gets a ghost. Do you have a plan for her, too?
>Lay down smack on Wolfgang's ex (?)
>Other (?)

>>39078061
>How are you doing? I know you liked her.
>When did this happen?
>So your friend gets a ghost. Do you have a plan for her, too?

>>39078061
Sierra would make a great girlfriend dear brother

>>39078061
>I’m sorry.
>How are you doing? I know you liked her.
>When did this happen?
>So your friend gets a ghost. Do you have a plan for her, too?

>How are you doing? I know you liked her.
>So your friend gets a ghost. Do you have a plan for her, too?

I'd like to do something to her too, but not if Wolfgang doesn't want us to.

>>39078061
>>How are you doing? I know you liked her.
>So your friend gets a ghost. Do you have a plan for her, too?

Moriah is interesting to get a grip on. She's very different from Sierra.

>>39078061
>>So your friend gets a ghost. Do you have a plan for her, too?

>>39078061

>When did this happen?
>So your friend gets a ghost. Do you have a plan for her, too?

>>39078164
Not even Moriah is that naïve.

It's a pity that Sierra's away. I wouldn't mind seeing how Moriah views her.

>>39078745
We saw a little bit of it.
>Sees her as spontaneous and lively
>Hopeful that she does things with her
>Spending time with her makes her happy
Seems to be the usual way that awkward kinda lonely kids see the people who they consider friends.

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>>39078745
Probably like a Zooey Deschanel character. Except with, like, WAY more murder. Crank the murder up to 11.

>>39078723
Sure she is!!

So who here wants to try to hit 100 mood with Moriah and see what happens?

>>39079111
she cums and wets herself at the same time

>>39079111
She was probably close to that when she found out Sierra was a hellborn

>>39079111
She smiles

>>39079291
i want a flashback to this moment in her POV

>>39079397
P-please?

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>>39073589
The best defense is making sure all that would stand before you are but ash.

>>39073589
Does entropy even effect immortsl beings? We probably already have some sort of resistence to this

If you feel betrayed, however, you can’t imagine how Wolfgang is feeling right now. You look carefully over at him, trying to discern his emotions through the mannish façade of indifference he projects.

He glances over at you. “What are you doing?”

Nope. Now that he knows you’re looking at him, you won’t be able to see anything. “How are you doing?” you ask, ignoring his question. “I know you liked her a lot.”

He nods solemnly, then shakes his head and chuckles. “I had fun being with her, and I thought she felt the same. She wasn’t the most important thing, but I thought there was some potential there. I felt our relationship was going somewhere good.”

“You thought you were friends,” you say.

“I guess thinking about it now, that’s not what she was interested in,” your brother replies.

You nod in co-feeling. “When did you find out?”

“New Year’s,” he says. “She’d been getting more pushy about certain things up to that point. I mean, sure, I liked her. But I hadn’t quite got her to that level of trust, given circumstances.”

A feeling of disgust rises from your stomach. Wendy was more interested in your brother’s appearance than Wolfgang himself. The problem is that the Wolfgang she wanted was mere illusion. “It’s good you didn’t tell her,” you say. “She wouldn’t have wanted to know.”

“I dodged the bullet,” Wolfgang says, giving a short laugh.

“So your friend gets a ghost. Do you have a plan for Wendy?” You wouldn’t mind helping Wolfgang pull off a second plan pro bono, no favors required.

“No. She’s not worth a second more of my time,” says Wolfgang. “Jonathan, though. I know him.”

“Why a ghost?” you ask.

Wolfgang smiles cruelly. “He’s always watching paranormal videos on the internet. As a joke, a very good one, once I showed him my spell book, and said I knew how to bring back the dead. Then I started chanting, and he turned white as a sheet and started begging me to stop. It took me half the night to convince him I’d been pulling one over on him,” he says. His smile broadens. “The second things start happening, he’ll know.”

You nod in response. Perhaps this isn’t the best problem to solve with your abilities, but it certainly isn’t the worst. And it will make Wolfgang feel better, which is what’s really at stake here. (+3 Mood: 51/100)

Still, it feels as if there’s something Wolfgang isn’t telling you. You can’t put your finger on it, but it’s as if there’s some secondary concern he has aside from exacting revenge. He keeps glancing over toward you as if he’s checking the mirror, but he never checks the mirrors that often. He hardly checks the mirrors at all.

“We’re coming up on his apartment,” says Wolfgang. “If I get you inside, how long do you think it will take you to work out the ghost part?”

>You’re certain nobody is home?
>If your friend is prone to hysteria, there may be consequences to this.
>Fifteen or twenty minutes.
>There’s something else bothering you.
>Your brother will talk to you when he wants to talk.
>Start prepping Brooke for a long-term assignment. She needs experience.
>Start composing a summons for a minor shade that can do the haunting. You’d rather keep Brooke on a tight leash.
>Other (?)

>>39079777
>You’re certain nobody is home?
>There’s something else bothering you.
>Wait for him to answer.
>Fifteen or twenty minutes.
>Start composing a summons for a minor shade that can do the haunting. You’d rather keep Brooke on a tight leash.

>>39079777
>There’s something else bothering you.
>Start composing a summons for a minor shade that can do the haunting. You’d rather keep Brooke on a tight leash.

>>39079777
>>You’re certain nobody is home?
>>There’s something else bothering you.
>>Wait for him to answer.
>>Fifteen or twenty minutes.
>>Start composing a summons for a minor shade that can do the haunting. You’d rather keep Brooke on a tight leash.

>>39079777
>>Fifteen or twenty minutes.
>>Start composing a summons for a minor shade that can do the haunting. You’d rather keep Brooke on a tight leash.
>>If your friend is prone to hysteria, there may be consequences to this.
>>There’s something else bothering you.

>>39079777
>If your friend is prone to hysteria, there may be consequences to this.
>There’s something else bothering you.

>Start prepping Brooke for a long-term assignment. She needs experience.

>>39079777
>There’s something else bothering you.

>>39079777
>Your brother will talk to you when he wants to talk.
>Fifteen or twenty minutes.
>Start prepping Brooke for a long-term assignment. She needs experience.
There's no info on Brooke, so might as well send her out.

>>39079777
>Start composing a summons for a minor shade that can do the haunting. You’d rather keep Brooke on a tight leash.
Brooke is far too important a sidekick to be wasted on a loser

>>39079777
Sounds to me that this Wendy has also dodged a bullet. Maviel and Moriah would quite literally be the sisters-in-law from Hell

>>39080036
Hey now, Looking at Moriah picture I can say that I would tap that.

>>39080036
Not to mention that if they had a kid there's a chance it would eat her life force by accident.

>>39080082
That is what anal is for.

>>39080082
I don't think that Wolfgang's focus is death magic given that he isn't doing this himself. So I doubt he has an entropic aura like Moriah does.

As for what sort of magic he focuses on and/or is naturally attuned to, I have no idea. Maybe water since Sierra says he smells like a waterfall.

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>>39080116
I don't want to think about how hellions fuck. Like, imagine a sex scene with Mr. Crowther.

>>39080144
That's his cologne.

>>39080150
I bet he rots a hole in with his dick and fucks that.

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>>39080150
>Like, imagine a sex scene with Mr. Crowther.

Like this?

>>39080144
>smells like a waterfall

I'm no even sure why this sounds so attractive to me.

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>>39080150
FIRE WAVE!

>>39080150
I'm guessing unless they're with another demon they probably need to be in a glamour

>>39080150
I'll just let you think about how their mom died.

Roll dice for shade summoning.

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>39080336

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>39080336

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>39080336

Rolled 34 (1d100)

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>>39080331
Was it ever stated?
Because it now seems kinda likely Moriah killed by accident.

>>39080348
Noice

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>>39080348
oh dang

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>>39080348

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>>39080329
Joke is on you.

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>>39080348
>SUMMONED GOLDEN SLI-SHADE

>>39080363
Maybe, but I don't think so. I'm guessing that Moriah learned necromancy stuff from her father, given that he made the suppressing band.

So if her entropic nature was seriously problematic for pregnancy, they would've noticed it with their magic sight pretty early, and taken appropriate measures.

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>>39080363
THIS IS HOW WE KILLED MOM
WE ROLLED A ONE TO BE BORN

>>39080507
..... Noooooooo don't start that

>>39080409
What the fuck is that?

>>39081039
I recommend opening it up in gif-explode if you're impatient. Lil' Cheetus gets me every time.

>>39081039
Have you honestly never seen that before?

I hope this means we summoned up the shade of a notorious prankster.

“I’ve already worked out the ghost part,” you say. You managed a silent summon from your hand mirror a few minutes after you got in the car. He can’t see it, but you hold up the flimsy little shade you have sequestered in your gloved hands. With gentle pressure, you keep the shade safely in store. “It already knows what to do. All that’s left is to bind it to a mirror in his house.”

“You’re getting a lot better at dealing with wraiths,” he says, looking at the seemingly empty space between your hands. You can tell he’s impressed.

What Wolfgang is not aware of, however, is the price you paid for that experience. Still, you take pride in the recognition of your achievements. (+4 Mood: 55/100) “Thank you,” you say.

Wolfgang points up ahead. “This is it,” he says. You drive past a student dorm building, not far from the University of San Fransisco. People of various types hang around the premises, enjoying a day off. It takes a few circles around the block before you find a suitable parking spot.

After feeding the meter a couple quarters, you and your brother set back down the road toward the dorms. You and him draw curious glances from passers by, but such is life.

“Something else is bothering you,” you say.

Wolfgang makes a frustrated sound. “Why do you have to know everything?”

That almost makes you smile. (+2 Mood: 57/100) “It’s the only way younger sisters can consistently pester their brothers,” you explain. What you don’t explain is how he’s been wearing his state of mind on his sleeve. But magic is only magic so long as it remains unexplained.

“Okay okay,” he says in a defeated tone. “I was thinking about talking to you about it anyway. It’s not a conversation I want to start until after we’re done here, though, so be patient.”

“Patient as the grave,” you say somberly, as if in contemplation of some great truth.

>>39081284


Wolfgang laughs and shakes his head. You and him walk into the dorms, head up an elevator, and then walk down an empty hall. The doors all look exactly the same, save for the tiny numbers etched into the wall by the frames.

Boy’s dorms are bland. When you visited Maviel’s dorm apartment after she first went to college – that is when she actually lived in the dorms – half the doors were open, and there were posters, bulletin boards, collages of quirky quotes from friends, and quaint decorations everywhere you looked. Here, there is nothing in the main hall, save for the slight residual auras of those that live here.

Wolfgang stops in front of a door which resembles every other. He leans in and knocks heavily on the wood. A moment passes, then two, then three.

Then, the neighboring door opens up, and a boy with bloodshot eyes leans out. “Yeah?” he asks.

“Is Jonathan home?” asks Wolfgang.

The guy looks slowly at you, briefly taking you in at a glance, then looks back at Wolfgang. “He not answer his door?”

Wolfgang shrugs. “Don’t worry about it. Tell him I dropped by to give him something.”

The college guy nods and retreats back into his enclave.

“Do you know him?” you ask.

“No,” your brother replies.

“Then how will he tell Jonathan you dropped by?”

“If he can remember to describe us as some guy in a suit with a girl with a nose piercing, I think he’ll get the idea,” he replies.

You frown. The sheer superficiality of that statement feels plain wrong for some reason, but there’s a primal logic to it that evades argument.

>>39081311

“Let’s get this over with,” you say, becoming uncomfortable with your surroundings. Boys are strange.

Wolfgang steps sideways and puts an arm over your shoulder. “Ready?” he asks.

You tense and shut your eyes, and holding your breath, give a slight nod.

An intense wailing, piercing shriek and an icy shock plunge through you. Shivering against the pins and needles in your limbs, you fight the urge to release the shade in your hands so you can rub your arms instead. (-2 Mood: 55/100)

“Mori, open your eyes,” says Wolfgang, his voice low and encouraging.

You hazard a peek, and find yourself in a room. But not just any room, it’s Jonathan’s dorm room. Wolfgang stands behind you, and the door remains locked at your back. You’re here.

>Does it always have to be... like that?
>What would have happened if he moved the bed where we’re standing right now?
>Shiver to yourself.
>It always feels like we’re not coming back.
>Get to work.
>>The bathroom mirror should be just fine.
>>See if you can find something a little smaller. Large mirrors are a little riskier for what you have in mind.
>Other (?)

>>39081330
>Get to work.
>The bathroom mirror should be just fine.

>>39081330
Can he.. Can he walk through angles? Is he the many angled husbando?

>>39081330
>>Shiver to yourself.
>>It always feels like we’re not coming back.
>Get to work.
>>The bathroom mirror should be just fine.

>>39081330
>Does it always have to be... like that?
>Get to work.
>>See if you can find something a little smaller. Large mirrors are a little riskier for what you have in mind.

Man, Sierra's method of going through walls is a lot less traumatic.

>>39081330
>Shiver to yourself.
>It always feels like we’re not coming back.
>Get to work.
>>The bathroom mirror should be just fine.

>>39081376
It literally drives us insane

>>39081416
Only if we think to hard about it.

>>39081330
>>Shiver to yourself.
>>It always feels like we’re not coming back.
>>Get to work.
>>>The bathroom mirror should be just fine.

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>>39081443
We need to embrace pic related.

>>39081284
What price did we pay?

>>39081625
We needed to roll a 1.

>>39081616
I fully advocate going as deep into verwelkan as we can, so long as we don't think to hard about just how it is we do things

>>39081664
I feel like this little guy is suddenly much more important/capable than he should be.

>>39081666
I like the velk inf combination for several reasons.

Sneaking in and going SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKER EVERYTHING IS ON FIRE! is one of them.

We're gonna kill this guy aren't we?

>>39081697
Has languid done the "you crit so hard you fail" version of railroading before?

>>39081666
>>39081691
The Belphegoran line doesn't get enough love

>>39081728
can't remember

>>39081697
Probably just gonna get him committed to an asylum.

Roll dice real quick.

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>39081745

>>39081733
It's 2subtle. Also quest players hate debuff stuff because you can never tell if it's actually doing anything or whether or not the qm actually even remembered to do it right.

Rolled 81 (1d100)

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>>39081697
When your DM takes your nat 100 and turns it from "everything goes precicely as planeed" into "it was so good you basically failed anyways, ahahahahahaha!"
Thats when you know youve got a bad DM.

Lawn guy is a pretty good DM. So i doubt it.

Although i guess maybe this guy might do something stupid like jumping out of a window because of our wee babby ghost scares.

Rolled 75 (1d100)

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Rolled 68 (1d100)

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>>39081762
There is a difference where sometimes the course of action was so inherently bad that it would be awful no matter what you roll. If a player says "I want to perform surgery on my own leg without anesthetic or training or supervision or proper tools" and they roll a crit success, they're still going to get fucked up.

I guess that's not the same thing as "You roll a crit to fly, you fly so high into the air that you run out of oxygen and fall" vein of success fails, but you get what I'm saying?

>>39081820
More like "crit to seduce while in the middle of an infiltration" "You wake up the next day in Guard Xs bed."

OH GOD I WAS SO CONFUSED
>1st of April
OH OKAY

>>39081733
I disagree.

>>39081820
Thing is we are trained in this.

>>39081820
The difference between our situation and the examples used is that we're no magister. There is a very real potential for failure, or worse, going too far. We are a spooky skeleton after all.

Hellions have meat on them, just no skin. It's only their face that looks like a skull. Unless this skeleton talk is just a ploy that's gone over my head.

You haven’t moved an inch, and yet you are somewhere completely different. It feels wrong. You shiver involuntarily, but the feeling of something being strangely wrong stays with you. “It always feels like we might not come back,” you say.

“It’s a hell of a thing,” Wolfgang says, eyeing the apartment around him with disdain. “But there’s really nothing to worry about. I’m nowhere near powerful enough to disappear myself on purpose, let alone accident.”

You shake your head and proceed into the dorm room in pursuit of the bathroom counter. “That doesn’t change the way it feels,” you say, as you come to the mirror you’ve been looking for. You can see slight shapes and impressions skirting by on the other side, looking in from Fimbria.

You hold up your shade and look it in the center of mass, though you only do that to give you a point on which to focus your will. “Do as demanded,” you say, speaking more with your will than your voice. The shade contracts under your grip before enlarging again.

With that, you push it into the mirror, murmuring a binding charm under your breath in Drathinean. The shade is gentle and cooperative, and though you accidentally get the beat of the charm wrong, it’s lack of struggle allows the binding to take hold.

You let go of the shade, and it slips through the mirror, hovering on the other side as an ethereal impression, almost too vague to define.

If Jonathan dislikes ghosts as much as Wolfgang says, he is going to have a very bad week.

>>39082117
We're trained for summoning and controlling shades.

How the victim reacts is beyond our control. Our perfect performance might result in him b,owing his brains out.

>>39082347

You walk back out into the main room. “It’s done,” you say. “It’s waiting for him as we speak.”

“What exactly did you tell it to do?” he asks, curious.

“Cause torment,” you say. “The shade is benign though, and barely lucid. The most it can do is roll a pencil off the table.”

His eyes flash, and he gives a satisfied smirk. “That’s exactly past Jon’s level of comfort.” He glances back toward the door and holds out a hand. “Ready to get out of here?”

“Yes,” you say, walking past Wolfgang and unlocking the door. You leave and begin walking toward the exit without delay.

Your brother catches up a second later. “Your idea was better,” he admits.

A few minutes later, you’re back on the street and heading toward the car. You count down the seconds until Wolfgang fulfills his promise to tell you about the other thing that was bothering him.

You can tell its occupying his thoughts too, because now instead of looking at you too much, he’s looking at you too little.

“Moriah, could I tell you something?” he asks in a strained tone, right as you walk around a street vendor selling hotdogs. You should have eaten more earlier. The hunger is back.

>No, don't. Please.
>Only after you buy a hotdog for me.
>This is the rhetorical answer to your rhetorical question.
>Nod.
>Other (?)

>>39082368
>This is the rhetorical answer to your rhetorical question.

>>39082368
>Only after you buy a hotdog for me.
Alright

>>39082368
>Only after you buy a hotdog for me.

>>39082368
>Nod.

>>39082368
>Only after you buy a hotdog for me.

>>39082368
>Only after you buy a hotdog for me.

Mmm, delicious processed meat logs ~

>>39082368
>This is the rhetorical answer to your rhetorical question.

>>39082368
>>Only after you buy a hotdog for me.
>>Nod.

>>39082368
>>Nod.

You stop walking. “Yes, but only on the condition you buy a hotdog for me,” you say.

“We had breakfast literally less than an hour ago,” says Wolfgang, griping. Still, he goes back to the vendor and a moment later reappears, handing one of the dogs to you. “I hope you’re happy. They’re overpriced.”

“That didn’t stop you from buying one for yourself,” you say, setting in on your food.

He has no answer for you. Wolfgang looks up toward the sky for a moment, and then goes to his hot dog as well.

By the time you get to the car, the hotdogs are gone, and you feel better. (+8 Mood: 63/100)

You climb in, but instead of starting the car, Wolfgang sits in contemplation.

You join him, fine being alone with your thoughts. You wonder what’s on his mind. He seems worried, or stressed. Wolfgang doesn’t get like this over light matters.

After a minute, he speaks, though he keeps his eyes focused on a faraway building. “Remember that beach party that Sierra invited us to?” he asks.

>Yes...?
>What about it?
>It was... fun.
>Anything involving Ranthix is something you remember for the rest of your life.
>Honestly I don't remember a single thing from that night.
>Other (?)

>>39082850
>What about it?

>>39082850
>Other (?)
Booze sucks

>>39082850
>Yes...?
>It was... fun.
Oh
Oh this conversation is not going to end well.

>>39082850
>>Anything involving Ranthix is something you remember for the rest of your life.

>>39082850
>Anything involving Ranthix is something you remember for the rest of your life.
>What about it?

>>39082850
>Yes...?
>What about it?

>>39082902
>Orias shows up
>Some people actually like him
>Suddenly Wolfgang's girlfriend cheats on him
>Canned_Husbando_Wars.jpg
Sasuga lawnboroosososo

>>39082921

This wasn't sudden. The evidence is there.

>>39082921
Watch this all be an elaborate april fool's joke

>>39082850
>It was... fun.
>Anything involving Ranthix is something you remember for the rest of your life.

>>39082921
>implying Wolfgang hasn't always been the clear best guy

>>39082850
>What about it?

>>39082850
If this quest ever dies before some anon pastebins some delicious wolfgangXsierra smut, i will cry

I mean i would probably cry if the quest died at any time, ever. But thats besides the point.

“Yes...?” you say hesitantly. Your memory of the event is hazy, even in the best case scenario. However, you do possess some fragments of sandwiches and yelling. Even an alcohol induced coma couldn’t block that out. You furrow your brow in thought. “I suppose anything involving Ranthix is something you remember for the rest of your life.” (+1 Mood: 64/100)

Wolfgang smirks at the comment, but the smile quickly fades. “Well I... think that somebody at that party was... interested in me,” he says, his tone deliberate.

You look over at him. “Really,” you say.

“Yeah. And... let’s just say Sierra kissed me.”

You blink. What.

>Were you drunk?
>Did you kiss her as well? No, of course you did.
>Give me a minute. Let me process this.
>What.
>And... and... you’re telling me this because...?
>She kissed you.
>Tell me exactly what happened, in detail.
>Other (?)

>>39083169
>She was only being our friend to get with our brother
>Mood points tanking hard

>>39083169
>And... and... you’re telling me this because...?
>Tell me exactly what happened, in detail.

>>39083169
>>What.
>>She kissed you.
>>Tell me exactly what happened, in detail.
>>Did you kiss her as well? No, of course you did.

>>39083169
>What.
>She kissed you.
>Give me a minute. Let me process this.
>Tell me exactly what happened, in detail.

>>39083169
>What.
>Give me a minute. Let me process this.
>Tell me exactly what happened, in detail.

>>39083169
why did you tag your quest Hellborn?

And I can't seem to bring up the archieves for the other 89 quest thrads.

>>39083483
Oh, this is hellborn quest. Hellion quest is a short april fools joke/alternate perspective version of hellborne quest.

>>39083169
>Did you kiss her as well? No, of course you did.
>>And... and... you’re telling me this because...?

>>39083515
oh, cool.

right on, guess I'll go check out Hellborn quest

>>39083553
Dude, do it. Its fantastic.

>>39083197
This is gonna be an awkward seven days!
ignore the haters, lawnmaster. Messy romance is fun to read

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>>39083592
>Messy

>>39083169
>Give me a minute. Let me process this.

>>39083169
>And... and... you’re telling me this because...?

>>39083169
>Was she drunk?

>>39083169
>did you touch that booty?

>>39083169
Where art thou, lawn guy ;-;

You rephrase the thought aloud. “What.”

Wolfgang raises his eyebrows and nods.

“She kissed you,” you say.

Another nod. “It happened,” he says.

Suddenly, your mind becomes too saturated with thought to pick out anything specific. You need information. Context. “Tell me exactly what happened, in detail,” you say. But you can’t quite manage to leave it at that. The question only sparks more questions “Did you kiss her as well?” you ask. Then you shake your head, bringing a hand to your forehead. “No, of course you did.” You need a minute to process this.

“After you passed out, Sierra’s friends were looking after you, and I didn’t want to be the fifth wheel so I stepped out,” says Wolfgang. “I was sitting by myself, watching the ocean, just thinking about things.”

“And?” you ask, impatient with Wolfgang’s slow storytelling despite your demand that he give you all the details.

“She came over and sat down by me,” he continues, an intent, thoughtful expression on his face. “We started talking about things. She was worried about you, I remember something like that. Then she started asking me about what I was thinking about, and I remember it was cold. I didn’t think it would be that cold for some reason. But the next thing I knew, she was sharing her blanket with me.”

Perhaps this is too much detail, but you need to hear it. “Go on,” you say.

Wolfgang takes a deep breath and lets it out. “And... I wasn’t really paying attention I suppose, but then she punched me really hard in the shoulder, hard enough that it bruised later, and she asked me, ‘How are you so chill?’ Exactly how she said it – how are you so chill. And then the next thing I knew, she was in my face, kissing me.”

“And then?” you ask, not sure if you should be horrified, delighted, or completely ambivalent, and to whom each of these feelings should be assigned.

I bet you guys are glad you didn't vote for scum mode now, huh?

>>39083905

“I didn’t do anything,” he says firmly. “I just sat there, dumbfounded. I mean, I was more than a little drunk at the time, and so was she. It got awkward... and uh.... She looked like she was thinking about round two, so I told her about Wendy.” His thoughtfulness turns into a sad kind of reflection. “And then... she stammered out an apology and ran off before I could say anything else.” He lifts his hands. “The end.”

You try to consider the story as whole, running it through your mind again to see if there’s some facet you missed the first time around.

“Tell me what thinking, Mori,” he says. “I can’t read your mind.”

“I’m thinking I understand why neither of you told me,” you say. “Frankly, it’s an embarrassing story. But why are you telling me now?”

“Honestly Moriah,” says Wolfgang, giving a half-pained, half-helpless shrug, “the kiss wasn’t half bad.”

>You were both drunk. How do you even know she remembers what happened? How do you even know you remember what happened?
>What is this, then. Are you asking for my permission? You want me to just... just I don’t even know.
>That was months ago. Yes, Wendy cheated on you, but there are other girls out there, girls who aren’t my best friend, my only friend.
>We’re in high school! Don’t you find the idea of dating a high schooler just a little bit strange?
>Did you drag me all the way out here with the explicit purpose of springing your closeted skeletons on me?
>Other (?)

>>39082921
>>39082944
Wolfgang wanted to talk with us (Sierra) earlier but we shot him down. This was several threads ago too, and I'd bet my left eye he wanted to talk about the beach and Wendy.

>>39083950
>>What is this, then. Are you asking for my permission? You want me to just... just I don’t even know.

>>39083950
>You were both drunk. How do you even know she remembers what happened? How do you even know you remember what happened?

>>39083950

>> Sierra's my friend, and she's more than capable of making her own decisions.

>> Just remember she's my best friend. My ONLY friend.

>> Thank fucking god she has someone other than that normie Baron to date.

GET BTFO BARON FAGS.

>>39083950
>>What is this, then. Are you asking for my permission? You want me to just... just I don’t even know.
>>We’re in high school! Don’t you find the idea of dating a high schooler just a little bit strange?
Hell, it would be neat having our best friend be our sister.

>>39083515
>april fool's

Too bad I want to play more! I generally dislike switches like this but Moriah is seriously interesting.

>>39083950
>That was months ago. Yes, Wendy cheated on you, but there are other girls out there, girls who aren’t my best friend, my only friend.

>>39083950
>Did you drag me all the way out here with the explicit purpose of springing your closeted skeletons on me?

>>39083980
Seconding this.

Seriously turning down the rising Imperiate for human booty. Fucking pleb.

>>39083950
>What is this, then. Are you asking for my permission? You want me to just... just I don’t even know.
>We’re in high school! Don’t you find the idea of dating a high schooler just a little bit strange?

>Other (?)
"You do know she's kinda totally crazy right? And it's a lot more than just her hybrid instincts."

>>39084063
She isn't crazy, just otherly sane.

>>39084063
That's not a very nice thing to say about your friend

>>39083950
>What is this, then. Are you asking for my permission? You want me to just... just I don't even know.

>>39084087
>>39084091
Sierra is kinda fragile when it comes to interpersonal relationships. Wolfgang breaking up with her, or otherwise screwing the pooch, could lead to making our friend really damn depressed, and possibly somewhat murdery depending on the scale of the fuckup.

Dating the Sierra is not an endeavor you should enter into lightly. There are landmines and a literal thirst for blood.

Sierra cutting Wolfgang and licking up the blood is a really hot mental image.

>>39083980
Seconded, this seems smart
Except for that last bit obviously

>>39084063
> "You do know she's kinda totally crazy right? And it's a lot more than just her hybrid instincts."

No. Moriah ain't a bitch that sells her friends out. What is wrong with you? This is why you have no friends.

Also, Moriah has no idea about how deep the hole goes. That's Rowan territory.

>>39083985
>>39083980

Have it right. She's our friend, and we don't want her getting hurt.

>>39083950
>What is this, then. Are you asking for my permission? You want me to just... just I don’t even know.

gets my vote.

>>39084203
Well, yeah, anyone who thinks we would say that last part cannot into humour.

Although, we could ask

> Do you really think you're down for dating an Infernus/Belphegoran?

>>39083950
>What is this, then. Are you asking for my permission? You want me to just... just I don’t even know.

>>39083952
>That was months ago. Yes, Wendy cheated on you, but there are other girls out there, girls who aren’t my best friend, my only friend.
>Did you drag me all the way out here with the explicit purpose of springing your closeted skeletons on me?

>>39083980
Thirded, but only the last part.

This is our opportunity to make Moriah into a Demon Racist here guys. Some human pleb wants to touch the princesses butt? Not on our watch.

But seriously, aside from that this is the only once that sounds like it was written by someone who's actually a friend.

Also

>Did you drag me all the way out here with the explicit purpose of springing your closeted skeletons on me?

in the mix, because our bro is being kind of an ass..

>>39084252
wot

>>39084252
I do not understand.

>>39084262
>>39084256
He might have hand typed the link for some reason, theyre only one number off, so it could just be a typo from that

>>39084271
>typing out links
do people like that actually exist?

>>39084320
I did it a couple when my mouse was broken because it was faster to just type the number than to try to use mousekeys to click.

The kiss wasn’t half bad. That’s what he has to say right now? (-7 Mood: 57/100) You shake your head. “What is this, then,” you say gesturing to everything around you. “Are you asking for my permission? You want me to just... just I don’t even know – hand Sierra over to you?”

Wolfgang gives you a very calm, very even look. “I am asking for your permission,” he says.

You never thought you’d be in this kind of situation before, and you don’t know what you should do. (-4 Mood: 53/100) “But – but,” you can hardly speak. “That was months ago,” you say forcefully. “Yes, Wendy cheated on you. Yes, Sierra kissed you. But there are other girls out there,” you point out the window at the street, “girls who aren’t my best friend – who aren’t my only friend.”

Your brother’s expression goes disapproving. “Moriah. If there’s one thing I learned from Wendy, it’s that I don’t want to deal with a relationship with a mortal. That means I’m looking for demons. How many demons have you met in the past five years, who were not only our age, but who were not completely evil?”

One comes to mind. “There’s... well, there’s Xannisil,” you begin. You are about to go on to list others, but there are no others you can list. Why aren’t there any others you can list? (-3 Mood: 50/100)

“Oh. So I should date Ranthix’s niece, is who I should date,” Wolfgang says. “She is a religious zealot from a third world country, Mori.”

“But Sierra – we’re in high school! She’s in high school!” you exclaim. “Don’t you find the idea of dating a high schooler just a little bit strange?” (-3 Mood: 47/100)

“I’m only one and a half years older than you are,” says Wolfgang, “and Sierra’s older than you. It’s like a Senior dating a Junior – in fact, that’s exactly what it is, except I’m the Freshman, and she’s the Senior.”

“I don’t care. She’s my friend. I’m actually important to somebody who’s not related to me, for once,” you say.

>>39084356

You put your face into your hands so he can’t see you cry, but it comes out in your voice. “And you just... you just want to make it all about you.” (-15 Mood: 32/100)

You feel a hand on your shoulder. “Listen, Mori. Listen to me. You are important. Okay? It’s not just Dad who thinks so,” he says. “It doesn’t matter what the assholes in your classes at National High think. You’re different, and in high school, yes, that’s a bad thing. But get this. Once you’re out, everybody who thought you were weird, they’re going to look back and they’re going to think, wow. She really knew something we didn’t,” he says. “You’re more mature than they are right now. You worry about different things. They think acne is bad. You have to wear a disguise and make sure you don’t accidentally hurt anybody, every single day of the year.”

“You’re still going to take her away,” you say, still crying.

Wolfgang sighs. “Look. Sooner or later, unless you plan on stopping her, and God forbid you try, Sierra’s going to start dating somebody. Who that person is, I can’t say. I don’t think she’s the type to sit out of the game. But think of it this way – if she gets involved with somebody you don’t know, you’re not going to see her as much,” he tells you. “If she starts dating me, on the other and, you’re guaranteed face time. If she wants dirt on me, she’ll come to you. When she’s having problems with me, she’ll come to you. If she just wants to hang out with her friend Moriah, she’s still going to come to you.”

You find yourself unable to argue with his points, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t still upset.

Your brother waits patiently, a hand resting on your shoulder while you cry it all out.

Some time later, with the sobs subsiding, you feel like you’re able to articulate yourself again.

>Say something (?)
>Other (?)

>>39083950
>That was months ago. Yes, Wendy cheated on you, but there are other girls out there, girls who aren’t my best friend, my only friend.
>Did you drag me all the way out here with the explicit purpose of springing your closeted skeletons on me?

>>39084368
You have my permission. Be careful though

>>39084356
>How many demons have you met in the past five years, who were not only our age, but who were not completely evil?
I know Sierra's not evil, but WG is going to be in for a rude awakening around the time he gets to experience a bloodrage. That'll be fun.

>>39084368
I can't argue with him, but I don't have to jump right into the approval train.

>>39084368
>Say something (?)
Sierra is mine!(Barons)
but seriously, i'll leave this to you others this time but when we're back to Sierra POV i won't let this happen

>>39084368
>Don't make me choose between the two of you.

>>39084368
As long as you promise me you won't have a messy breakup or something then go for it

>>39084368
>Say something (?)
... give me a day or two to think about it

>>39084368
>Say something (?)

"You have my permission, you can both make your own decisions and I'm not going to stop you.

But you had better be serious about this if you try. And if you hurt Sierra, her ensuing wrath will be the least of your worries."

>>39084368
>>39084421
this

>>39084368
>I will date her.

>>39084424
>And if you hurt Sierra, her ensuing wrath will be the least of your worries.
Maybe we should threaten to haunt him? I mean he did just take us on this outing where he established haunting as a valid form of vengeance for relationship bullshit.

>>39084424
This

>>39084368
>>39084421
this

>>39084426
Haha nice try yurifag

>>39084424
This

>>39084382
Nah, he got him some creepy teleports too. He'll be aight

>>39084368
>Fine, but tread lightly. You know how she is, who she is.

>>39084402
Really? A baron fag? Nigga it dont matter what you wanna let us do, baron fucked up pretty bad, and wolfgang smells like waterfalls. You outnumbered

>tfw Orias has no realistic chance

>>39084402
Here we observe the extremely rare baronfag in his natural habitat

>>39084471
I kinda liked him, but orias route would take ages. He still needs to be taught how to be vaguely human.

>>39084368
>Say something (?)
confess that we have some romantic feelings for her

>>39084368
>"But I wanted to fuck her."

>>39084471
>>39084480
Isn't he like 40 in human years or something? Like too old.

>>39084465
he didn't mean it, don't our shadows cause san loss? no wonder he freaked out but he did regret it and then there's the time he saved us from drowning. y'all faggots abandoned him way too easily

>>39084525
>don't our shadows cause san loss?
No, they don't. They're just fucking scary looking.

You try your voice, and find it unsure. You give it a moment longer, wipe your eyes, and sit upright. After a few deep breaths, you feel like you’re actually done. “I can’t control you, and I can’t control her,” you say. “I know you’re your own people, and I wouldn’t try to stop you if you decided to take her out or something, but I don’t know if I’m okay with this.”

“I didn’t think you’d have a decision on the spot,” says Wolfgang. “It’s a big thing I’m asking, I know.”

“It is a big thing,” you reply, seriously. “If you want to go out with her, you’d better be serious about it. You’d better do some thinking on your own.”

“I have,” he says.

“Have you? She’s dealing with a lot of things right now. A whole lot of things. I don’t know if she could deal with a messy breakup on top of all that. I’m not going to let anyone hurt her. Not even you.”

Wolfgang remains stoic.

You shake your head, rubbing your eyes again. You let out a long breath. “I need a couple days to think about it,” you say. “Just take me home.”

He gives a wordless nod, and puts the car into gear.

--End Part 90--

>>39084471
Orias isn't right for Sierra, there can be only one(Baron) but even Waldo here would be better than Orias

>>39084525
Anglestep causes san loss if you think too much about it, though I imagine writhing shadow tentacles don't exactly make anyone mortal feel safe.

>>39084558
Hnghh, I can't get over how enjoyable reading your stuff is. Finish college already so we can return to the pre-college schedule! Education is nothing compared to this.

We gon see more Hellion Quest or was this a one-shot only?

>>39084561
exactly, Baron did nothing wrong

>>39084561
It causes San loss for Sierra because she's already unstable. A normal person would try to think about it, maybe get a headache or something, say "fuck this" and just stop thinking about it.

>>39084585
Baron did nothing right.

Baron . . . did NOTHING and so he lost the girl. As he should have. Because he's a bitch, and a mortal, and a bitch.

>>39084561
And you think Baron is going to be able to handle the rest of the shit we got going on? Please. He is weak, all that will happen is he will get killed, or even worse try to kill us when we bloodrage.

And he will ALWAYS fear us.

WG best Husbando because Orias is too autistic

I can't wait until we get into the political marriage shit. We're a hot commodity, bitches, I think we should hold out for an Angelic husband.

>>39084678
>angelic husband

Do nephalem exist in Hellbornverse?

Also I'm interested in seeing what becomes of Wolfgang (and to a lesser decree, Baron - he might turn out super cool in time) but if anything, it shouldn't be easy for him. You don't simply disrepect the Imperiate and get away with it.

>>39084678
As far as bloodline goes Orias is a pretty solid choice. 3/8ths Infernus, 3/8ths Belphegoran, 1/8th Verwelken, 1/8th human. One of the more stable options if our not-exploding works as an example.

I'm a bit worried that 1/2 Hellion, and 1/8th each of the rest with Wolfgang would be spreading things a bit too thin. And I have no idea what would happen if we introduced angelic blood to the equation.

>>39084720
Aren't we confirmed as not exploding due to being royal?

>>39084791
It seems more likely her mother pulled some sort of magical trick to separately "add" the Verwelken part to her.
It would explain why she doesn't explode and also seems more than 50% Demon despite her father probably being 100% human

>>39084822
Sierra's father may very well have been 1/2 human, 1/2 royal Verwelken. Meckor told Ranthix that he was her consort and assassin.

Sure, Issac's records on Verwelken Hellborn are limited to the ones who don't work out or go bugfuck crazy. But considering that Verwelken are the super sneaky shadowy type, they aren't likely to let anyone know that (some) Noble Verwelken Hellborn are perfectly viable and able to blend into human society.

>>39085022
>1/2 human, 1/2 royal Verwelken
if you can count the land whatever it was called thingy part human

>>39085141
Either one of our parents could have been a landmaster, I don't think we have enough information to say which one for sure.

And being a landmaster is independent from what species or race you are. It's a binary thing as far as I can tell. He'd still be a Verwelken Hellborn, just a landmaster as well.

>>39085213
didn't we find out it was the dad?