>>39445558
What's been happening, for newcomers: You are Akane Shogo, once a member of the Magical Threat Response Team, meant to deal with lesser demons while magical girls take on the Witches. Turns out, you can kill Witches just as well as any magical Girl. Might have something to do with the inactive magical core inside of you right this moment. So far you've killed two Witches, got a bitchin' mirror, and became the food savior for all magical girls in Haioku,

Back to the nightmares.

>>39445558
Nice to see you.

>Take it with you. There may be more of those...things.

Shogo Akane is no one's bitch, not even in a dream.

>>39445558
>Take it with you. There may be more of those…things.
"Thanks, Dad. I'll try to be a good shot for once..."

>>39445558
>>Take it with you. There may be more of those…things.
>"Thanks, Dad. I'll try to be a good shot for once..

>>39445558
>Take it with you. There may be more of those…things.

>>39445635
>>39445636
>>39445653
>>39445657

Writing!

>>39445558

You pull the weapon from your dad’s grip, ignoring the lack of life in his hands or eyes.
“Thanks, Dad,” you whisper, “I’ll try to be a good shot for once.”

And with one last look to your mother, who’s still holding onto that bright light in her hands, you start running away.

You know this is a dream. You know what’s going to happen before you do it. You know what every single decision you make will lead to. But again and again, you do it, running through the scenes like a movie playing again and again on repeat, always coming to the same ending. For one more time, your feet slam against the wooden flooring of your house, bursting out through the front door and jumping past the small porch to the front yard. You spot some more darkness trying to emerge from the ground, consuming the life-force of the grass around it, but you run on, past it all, onto the street.

You know you’ve got to do something. The gun is still in your hands, a heavy weight that you find unbearable to even carry, but you won’t let go of that last connection. It means leaving behind a part of your family to die.

But now, you have to live. Your dad told you that every man has to fight on, even when the going gets tough. Whether it’s hiking in a storm, or this, you gotta keep going.

But…where do you go?

>Go to your friend’s house. Maybe you can survive.
>Go to the police station. Dad said there are good men there who can always help.
>Go to the park. That’s where you have that tree house you built one time.

>>39445774
>Go to the park. That’s where you have that tree house you built one time.

>>39445774
>Go to the park. That’s where you have that tree house you built one time.
You used to go there a lot when you were younger.

>>39445774
>Go to the police station. Dad said there are good men there who can always help.

Could see it as being where Shogo decided he wanted to be on the frontlines fighting these Demons.

>>39445810
>>39445829
Gonna start writing this, unless there's a change in the next three to four minutes

>>39445774

Once again, you feel yourself making the same decision. Your feet turn and start running again, heading in the direction of the one place that you always felt safe, and always felt calm.

You try to tell yourself what’s going to happen, but the younger you can’t change. What you know is beyond his knowledge, beyond his power. So you sit back again, and watch as the younger you acts out the scene.

Still holding the gun, you keep running until you reach the edge of the park. There’s a sign that used to read “Thornwood Park”, but the letters have been clawed up and abused by some more of those dark creatures gathered around it, hungry for needless destruction. You avoid them, running further into the park itself.

Up ahead, you see the playground, an old rickety wooden structure with bridges and ladders and lots of fun things. But that too is covered in demons, as if they sensed the positive emotions there and are attempting to feed off of it. But you go past them too. You know where you’re going.

You find a smaller path leading off into the woods themselves, which you go down. You know at the end of this path, you’ll find your treehouse. There, you’ll be able to curl up, safe, until someone can save you.

But then, the path in front of you shivers, and you run into something that rips and tears at the world, making an entrance to another place, an evil place.

>Roll 3d10

Rolled 7, 9, 9 = 25 (3d10)

>>39445978
Don't usually have to roll. Let's see if I do this right.

Rolled 3, 10, 9 = 22 (3d10)

>>39445978
>Your dad told you that every man has to fight on, even when the going gets tough.
It's about time we put his advice to good use.

>>39446029
>>39446033

Major DC passed, with the 7-9-9 having all three pass.

So anon, how much would you like to fuck reality in the ass today?

>>39446063
We're constantly dreaming this hellhole, right? So let's take a page from a quest I didn't really read and DEFY FATE just this once. After all, it'll be around same time tomorrow.

Let's get a reprieve today and solidly beat what we shouldn't be able to.

>>39446063
Brutally.

>>39446063
Hard enough that our parents can hear us fucking it, wherever they may be.

>>39445978

You collapse, looking around the new world. There are trees, again, but they aren't normal. They're waving, trying to grab for you. You scoot back a little, still holding onto the gun in your hand, until your back hits something hard.

You jump forwards and turn around, to find one of those creatures standing there. But this one isn't dark and oily like the others. It looks like a woman, wearing a golden dress, with jewelry all over. She smiles at you, but when you look into her eyes you only find darkness and a feeling of pure hate there.

"Well, looks like there's a little human in my realm. Hello little human."

You keep scooting back, and lift the gun to fire at her. She frowns, looking down at the hole through her body that the bullet left. You can spot a dark ooze leaking from the inside, and within seconds it floods the hole and there's no sign that anything happened.

"Well, well, you've got some fight on you." she looks back at you. "But it's tiring to deal with your kind. So I think I'll take your strength now."

Before you can react, she reaches out her arm, which stretches and warps and looks so very wrong as it cuts through the space between you too and rips through your chest. It knocks you backwards, pushing you against the ground as the tentacle pins you there. You spit out some blood, almost fainting from the pain.

Not yet

You hold on. The younger you holds on. You don't remember this at all. You just remember seeing your parents die, and running through hell. Not this.

I won't die to some stuck up, greedy bitch like you.

Even as the tentacle injects the pure darkness into you, you stand up, dropping the gun. You look up, and glare at the Witch, who's currently stumbling backwards.

"Impossible," she mutters.

You don't give her much more time to think, as you grab onto the tentacle with both your hands, and pull it out, leaving an enormous gaping hole in your chest.

(1/2)

>>39446206
Even as you feel blood pouring from your wound, the darkness creeps in, replacing it, carrying the oxygen through your arteries and veins, replacing your lungs and heart and liver. And the darkness condenses, and concentrates into something else, connecting all the darkness in your body together.

Your mother and father saved you. Don't let them down.

You take a step forward. And another. The Witch is slowly backing off, horror apparent in her eyes.

"T-This isn't right! How are you alive? You aren't a magical girl...what have I done-" she trips, landing backwards. still staring at you.

You feel the darkness, now. It runs through all of you, and has become you. That hard core in the center of it all ties it together, keeping the energy flowing.

>Accept the darkness
>Reject the darkness
>Write In

>>39446254
>>Write In
Shrug. Darkness shmarkness

>>39446271
Ah, I see you're taking the Alex from Extrapolated approach to this.

>>39446254
>Accept the darkness
>Write In
>Whatever it is, it doesn't matter to you. All that matters is making that bitch, and anyone like her, pay.
>Aim and fire, like your dad taught you.

>>39446271
>>39446300
Two votes? There are three other people here. Come on anons, what would you like?

>>39446271
>>39446369
Seconding that approach with

>>39446300
>Whatever it is, it doesn't matter to you. All that matters is making that bitch, and anyone like her, pay.
>Aim and fire, like your dad taught you.

>>39446369
Sorry stepped away for a second

I like this >>39446388

>>39446388
Writing.

>>39446206
You look at the darkness. It's now a part of you, running through your veins, replacing your own mortal flesh, turning you into something else.

You shrug. So what?

The real important thing is that the reason that you're in this mess is in front of you. The Witch has begun to stare in something approaching awe and pure terror. She tries to move backwards, but you step down on her body, preventing her from moving.

Just like your dad taught you. Brace, Aim, Breath, Fire.

You lift your right hand, grabbing the forearm with your left. You move the foot not on top of the Witch backwards, pushing against the ground. The Witch's mouth continues to move, possibly saying something like mercy, but you don't hear it.

You collect the darkness in your right hand, enhancing it, refining it, your entire arm lighting up with magical symbols. You get the sense that each one means Destroy.

You take a breath.

You fire.

---

You go flying off the floor, landing across the room on the wall. For a few seconds, you hold there, the back of your mind noticing that you had never reached your bed last night or taken off your armor. What really concerns you was what just happened.

A dream. But you think it's more than that. You check yourself, but you find the core is still inactive, whatever magical routes through your body completely empty.

So it may have happened. But what about after? How did it go? You still remember the feeling of having every part of you, from your toes to your brain, being replaced by something different, something magical.

So why are you normal now?

>Find Eliza and tell her
>...Eh. Dream you had the right idea. All's good.
>Try to remember more (3d10)
>Go down and be a savior for the Em-Gees inevitably waiting outside your door with plates and watering mouths.

>>39446593
>>Go down and be a savior for the Em-Gees inevitably waiting outside your door with plates and watering mouths.

>>39446593
>>Find Eliza and tell her
Yeah, this is really strange. Consult an expert!

Rolled 8, 8, 8 = 24 (3d10)

>>39446593
>Find Eliza and tell her
>Try to remember more (3d10)

Rolled 7, 6, 7 = 20 (3d10)

>>39446593
>Try to remember more (3d10)
Try to
>Find Eliza and tell her
but be interrupted by
>Go down and be a savior for the Em-Gees inevitably waiting outside your door with plates and watering mouths.

>>39446671
Nice roll, anon.

>>39446675
And I'll follow your planned out route, since that captures it all. Writing.

Rolled 7, 3, 9 = 19 (3d10)

>>39446593
Nice to see that previous roll turned into something wonderful, unlike my Nuclear Throne run.

>>39446691
One question: why isn't Dutch Oven Cook listed on the pastebin under skills?

>>39446744
Because the only thing with more potential and growth than our core is our repertoire of cooking skills.

This base is going to never let us go, or start allowing men to visit as long as they can cook half-worth a damn.

>>39446744
OH FUCK NO FUCK I FORGOT SHIT FUCK SHIT

>Skills Gained:

Eagle Scout: You can cook, hike, cut, burn, and be a man like no other. Combined with your Equipment Bag, you gain the MacGuyver ability, to tie knots like you wouldn't believe!

Cooking: Best in a Dutch Oven, but if it's food you can prepare it. Rolling will never be required for cooking, as long as you provide a menu that I could actually cook for myself with, and enjoy it.

>>39446785
YES. Based QM.

>>39446777
Our final form will be Iron Chef Shogo, Master of a Million Meals.

>>39446785
Also I think we're early confirmed for nightmare mode: Thanks to possibly canon fate-fuckery, Eliza was right when she said we were a Witch. And yet we're not.

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>>39446840
Oh anon, stop reading my fucking mind why don't you. But seriously, I'm really fucking excited for the big reveal. Image related.

>>39446593
You remember standing over the dead Witch, now just a pile of ashes. You feel your own body complete its transition to something else. Looking around, you find that the world you’re in is starting to collapse. You need to get out before it does.

You start running. You remember this part too, but you didn’t remember the feeling of lightness, that the reason the world was flexing around you was because you were putting your own pressure on it to go faster. You didn’t remember the clothing you wore, a uniform of some kind, enchanted with its own magic to throw the trees that got close to you off.

And you remember that you did escape, through a different one than you entered, apparently, as you watch various men all lower their guns as they see you. You had arrived outside a police station. One had cautiously asked you who you were.

And you remember a girl dropping from the sky, point some wand at you and shouting to the men, “Get back, she’s a-“

Hmm. You frown. The memory cuts off there. But now you remember.

You had become a magical girl. And you had a bitchin’ transformation.

But you’re not anymore. Strange. You make to leave your room, to look for Eliza and tell her what happened, but a few quiet knocks interrupt you.

You slowly open the door, to find a very large crowd of people waiting for you. Some are holding plates, with knives and forks, others wearing aprons. The little nine year old magical girl who had helped you yesterday is at the front, holding a chef’s hat. She lifts it up to you. “Can we have breakfast, Shogo?”

>Write In for Cooking.

>>39446840
Witches are no match against the Spirit of Baden-Powell.

>>39446820
Again, as I said first thread: I'm so fucking based that CATS says I belongs to them.

>>39446883
A Scout is, an Ass Kicking, Fearless, Completely Badass, Overpowered, Ever so magical, Cooking Master.

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>>39446834
No, Anon. We are Shogo Akane, Baden-Powell Bred Shaver of Christmas.

>>39446924
Also, doing a good turn daily.
>>39446872
As for meal, it's breakfast time. The standard good fare of OMELOTS. My preferred is sausage, bacon, Cheddar&Swiss cheese and pineapple (yes, I am that Anon. Pineapple goes almost anything). Regardless, it's a good thing to teach kids how to do. It leads up to making pancakes too.

>>39446990
Yes, you've really developed your technique until you could consider the ability to get that shave the technology of the future. It's really cutting edge.

>>39446991
Forgot that. Omelettes are a good choice. Walk me through the process, don't forget the parts where you occasionally push away whatever Em-Gee has gotten too close to the stove to smell what you're cooking.

Oh. so this is Magical Cook Quest now. Sorry for not telling you earlier.

>You must now challenge Witches to cooking contests
>Your magical core is Dutch Oven based magic.
>Your old wizard guide is Gordon Ramsay

>>39446991
I'll just begin writing for Omelettes, then, unless someone has some other breakfast.

>>39447042
>don't forget the parts where you occasionally push away whatever Em-Gee has gotten too close to the stove to smell what you're cooking.
Now you're just asking me to write the quest for you!
Anyway, first prep the meat. Once the meat is almost ready, crack the eggs, and start making the omelets. When you're ready to start flipping the eggs over, add the meat and the slices of pineapple. Once done, add copious amounts of the cheeses. Serve with fruit cups and toast.

>>39447042
>>Your old wizard guide is Gordon Ramsay
this with all my heart!!

>>39447042
>You must now challenge Witches to cooking contests
I like where this quest is going...

>>39446872
After managing to slowly push past the group of magical girls, you head down to the main hall, the shambling hoard following you. Once you reach the hall, you walk past a rather furious looking Marie (probably still angry about last night’s spicy surprise) and get to work in the kitchen. You quickly grab the same cooking crew as yesterday, setting them up, but different jobs this time. Today’s menu is: Omelettes.

To one of your cooking crew, you set them to using the surprisingly large amount of toasters to toasting, but not before you tell her in no uncertain terms that if she tries to use any of the American bread in the pantry you will never feed her again. She obeys quickly, grabbing a magical girl out of the horde and disappearing, only to be brought back carrying a dozen loaves of bread. You don’t ask where she got it.

On some other stoves, you set up pans cooking sausage and bacon, putting the nine year old in charge of that after determining she knows not to touch the pans with anything but a spatula. The last few you get to preparing other ingredients like the cheeses and masala, because any cook worth their salt knows that a masala omelette is king.

And you turn to the last few stoves, and start cracking. Eggs, that is. You quickly have multiple pans all with the pre-omelettes cooking inside, and after a bit you start adding in the meats that the nine-year old (“Oh, my name’s Lucy! Thanks for feeding us!”) dutifully hands to you, and add some pineapple to some and the masala to others. Over all the omelettes, you toss in copious amounts of cheese, watching it melt into the almost finished omelettes. Your final move is to fold them over, let them cook for a little longer, and then hand them over to the waiting line of hungry Em-Gees.

(1/2)

>>39447128
>>39447252
In all seriousness, if this Quest can go beyond an arbitrary number of complete threads, I may start over quests. And seriously do Magical Cook Quest

>>39447290
You watch as the cooking crew follows your instructions, giving the Em-Gees in line some slices of buttered toast and a small bowl filled with canteloupe, strawberries, and bananas, and then continue to watch as the majority of the Em-Gees enter a food coma.

"Nice set up you got here. I know I said you could probably be a god if not for the energy draining right out of you, but it looks like you don't need that anyway." You turn to find Eliza smiling, holding a plate of her own, which she holds forward. "May I have some?"

>Join her in eating breakfast
>Make her say the magic word
>Write In

>>39447290
I gotta ask. By American bread, you mean white right?

Because I think even most Americans prefer wheat.

>>39447328
>>Join her in eating breakfast
>Write In
"Mind answering some questions while we eat?"

>>39447335
No, american loaves of bread that you may usually get from a place like Jewel-Osco (around Chicago where I'm living for now) is usually really thin, with horrible crusts. You can get bread from bakeries, of course, but that's more expensive. Whereas in the UK, my homeland, the generic store brand will be thick and delicious, more like a slab than anything.

Nothing wrong with "white", per-se, but that's usually what the store-brand american bread is.

>>39447328
>Join her in eating breakfast

>>39447335
American here White bread is shit. Only ever have it with BBQ and even then I only use like one slice.

>>39447344
Supporting.

And wonderbread is only good with the crusts cut off, everyone knows that.

>>39447290
all I am saying is
>Your old wizard guide is Gordon Ramsay

is perfect he is harsh and mean on the outside but a nice guy that really cares about food on the inside.

he only screams when people fuck up and could hurt some one...


>Make her say the magic word

>>39447328
>>39447344
Supporting, but jokingly
>Make her say the magic word first

>>39447416
>>39447409
>>39447382
>>39447344

Writing.

Unfortunately, since running quests is surprisingly time intensive, I may want to wait until I have a much larger gap of time when I can write more freely.

>>39447372
You have my condolences, though it still feels like you're talking about white in particular. Wheat definitely doesn't taste as thin or bland as white does and usually isn't too much more expensive. Interesting to hear UK bread's thicker. I actually like thin slices, lets me appreciate the rest of the sandwich.

>>39447435
You can always postpone until later, should you have the time.

>>39447491
Well, I can run this quest at least once a weekend (got three done this time) so I should be able to find time.

>>39447290
“Can’t do that, Eliza.”

She pouts. “Why not?”

You smile at her. “You didn’t even say the magic word!”

She thinks for a moment. “Abracadabra?”

You continue to smile. “Not that one.”

She thinks a bit longer. “Uh, Alakazam?”

Your cheeks are starting to hurt. “Nope.”

She frowns, then smiles herself. “Oh, of course! O҉h҉ C҉t҉h҉u҉l҉h҉u҉,҉ L҉o҉r҉d҉ o҉f҉ A҉l҉l҉,҉ G҉r҉a҉n҉t҉ M҉e҉ Y҉o҉u҉r҉ P҉o҉w҉e҉r҉ W҉i҉t҉h҉ T҉h҉i҉s҉ S҉a҉c҉r҉i҉f҉i҉c҉e҉”

“…That’s definitely not it. Have you never had so say please before?”

“Oh! Please, may I have some food?”

"...Yes, you may."

"Awesome!" she says, as you serve up omelettes. toast, and the bowl of fruit. "Fancy joining me?"

"Yeah, actually, I have something to talk about," you turn to your kitchen crew, "and you guys can eat now. As much as you want. Thanks for the help."

They dig in as you walk away with Eliza, though you hear some shouts calling out "SO GOOD".

You sit down with Eliza down the hall, where she summons some cushions. You still don't know what her power is. Interesting.

"So what did you want to talk about?" she asks, starting to eat.

>Write In.

>>39447574
>>Write In.
"Well, I might have been an Em Gee at one point in my life, only to become a normal Boy Scout shortly thereafter. At least, that's according to bizarre repeating dreams that are now happening every night since I showed up here."
Pause for effect.
"Any experience with all of that combined? Oh, how's your omelet?"

>>39447574
Ask her who's the oldest person on base. I'm kinda curious now simply because it sounds like most of them also get younger when they go full Magical Girl. If we dare, ask her how old SHE is.

Then we ask about the dream after detailing in disturbing vivacity.

>>39447574
>"Well, first of all, I'd like a couple names for the girls I'll probably be fighting alongside for a few months. I don't even need any specifics for powers or anything, just a name to attach to faces."
>"Second, I've been having some really weird dreams ever since I got here..."

Just need to hop out quickly, grab myself a drink and a monitor Using my laptop right now, desktop downstairs

>>39447723
Writing.

>>39447644
>>39447700
>>39447645

"First of all, I'd like to know the names of the girls I'm going to be fighting alongside for however long I'm going to be working with you guys."

Eliza nods. "That's reasonable. I can get you their files."

>The pastebin will be updated at the end of the thread with the names and abilities of a group of Em-Gees.

"Anything else?"

"How old are you, Eliza?"

She frowns. "That's hardly a proper thing to ask a lady."

You raise your hands defensively. "All right then! Who's the oldest magical girl on base then? At least give me an age."

Eliza stays quiet for a moment, before responding, "I am the oldest magical girl. My full name is Elizaveta Alsfeld. I was born some time after the Great War in Germany, to my Jewish parents. I turned sixteen the day World War Two started."

>How do you respond?

>>39447951
Huh. You aged remarkably well.

>>39447951
>>How do you respond?
"Sorry to bring up those memories."

>>39447988
Like fine wine.

>>39447951
so your a adult why is no one teaching the actual kids how to like cook, or other basic life skills?

>>39447951
...Do Em-Gees get senior-citizen benefits?
But seriously
>"Huh. Do Em-Gees just live forever, or something? I know some of them were working for some time but..."

>>39447951
Writing.

>>39447988
This too.

>>39447988
>>39448085
Do you want to roll damage for getting slapped?

>>39447951


"...Sorry for bringing that up."

Eliza shrugs. "It's fine. I paid back the bastards anyway."

You nod after a few seconds. "Alright, so do magical girls just live forever then? Do you stay the same age? Since, you know, you still look like a teenager."

Eliza points across the room to one magical girl dressed remarkably normally, seeming rather odd in the room full of stylish and flashy dresses. "She's currently in her normal form. See, this uniform we've got is kinda like a second skin. Remember what I was talking about hiding power levels? Well, magical girls have an off and on state for their powers, though they can still have access to minor stuff like better health and overall fitness in the off state."

She indicates her own uniform. "I've stayed in the on state for the past five years. I don't really need to sleep or eat or drink or do much of anything, so it's really helpful in managing the paperwork that Haioku needs to take care of."

"Really? Five years?" You whistle. "Sounds crazy."

She shrugs. "You get used to it. I *can* take the uniform off, but it'll repair and regrow if it was removed from getting hit, like in a fight."

"So you're a senior citizen?"

She grins again. "Magical girls are not senior citizens. We get larger discounts on the bus, train and theme parks."

"I cannot imagine seeing that work well."

"What? Giving an incentive for a whole bunch of girls who probably have more money than they know what to do with to come to a theme park, where a single fry costs $20? Seems like good business sense to me."

"Why haven't you taught any of them to cook? Or survive? I think I'm gonna become their caretaker or something."

"Well, to be honest, I don't know how to cook either."

You stare at her.

She raises her arms defensively. "What? I don't need to eat! It's just nice!"

(1/2)

>>39448211

You shake your head. "Ignoring that, I do have one last thing I want to talk about."

Eliza nods, finishing up the last of the omelette and moving onto the fruit bowl. "Hit me."

You start to tell her about the dreams you've been having. You start off by mentioning the usual track of the dream, running through the woods, but then you move onto the dream you had last night. Some details had faded, but for the most part it was burnt into your mind. During the tale, Eliza slowly gets more and more quiet, eventually setting the bowl to the side and just listening to you speak.

Once you finish, she asks, "Is that the first time you've ever remembered this?"

You nod.

Eliza sighs. "Well, do you remember what the magical girl looked like? The one that approached you in the end?"

You shake your head, staying silent.

Eliza continues, "I do, because that was me. And that was the scariest day of my life."

(2/3)

>>39448211
Do not let this stand.

Starting tomorrow, she is our cooking apprentice.

When we get her to a satisfactory level, we will have her teach Marie to cook too. That or make Marie our secondary apprentice from the start, whichever one will make her more impotently mad.

Eliza jumped again through the air over the top of the group of demons, landing amongst them and quickly grabbing two swords from hammerspace to cut them apart. In a few seconds, all that was left was a pile of ash, and Eliza herself, standing above it with the two rapiers in her hands. She dispelled them, and turned back to the rest of the street, filled with even more demons,

"Eliza, you there?" the voice in Eliza's earpiece crackled.

"Yep, I'm here. Facing down an entire road full of demons. Still can't find the gates. How about you?"

The voice spoke, "Same here, but something's happening. Remember the Silence Pact?"

Eliza nods, advancing towards the next group of demons, summoning a flamethrower and holding down the trigger. "What about it?"

"The Council called. They said we're breaking it."

"WHAT?" Eliza shouted, distracted by the news. She quickly finished up the last few demons before focusing on the voice. "Alex, are you fucking INSANE? What the hell does the Council have in mind?"

"Well, they've got in contact with the governments, and they're currently using the Duplicator."

"For what? On what?"

"A Relic."

Eliza sighed, grabbing a few knives from hammerspace and throwing them through some approaching demons. "Are they fucking insane?"

"It's working, though. They're giving the Duplications to every teleporting or flying Em-Gee, and sending them around the world to the gates. Even if Duplications expire after a week, the Coven won't know what hit them."

"And what about our area?"

"Actually, it's what I called you about. There's a group that needs your help. I know that you've got a few Relics stored in your hammerspace-"

"-How do you know about that-"

Alex continued, "And if you can share them, then we can focus on areas without as many magical girls. Can you do that?"

>Yes
>No

This is taking a while.

>>39448441
>>Yes
Sounds like a choice with no good answer, personally.

>>39448441
>Yes, but make sure that they return the artifacts when this crisis is over.

>>39448515
Fair enough, should've clarified it like
>Yes, I'll share
>No, I'll use them myself.

>>39448441
>Yes, I'll share
But I will get them back one way or another.

>>39448515
>>39448537
>>39448560
Writing!

I will be upset if this becomes a genderbending quest

>>39448705
I'm sure if it comes to that, it'll only be when shit get serious.

Or until we unlock our true magical potential, and become ultimate manly man.

>>39448705
We're about to find out whatever the hell we were when we came out of the portal, Anon.

Safe to say I don't think Shogo plays by the rules everyone else assumes are in place.

OP did say he'd have to consider what might happen when the core activates, or the possibility that we do well enough that it never HAS to.

>>39448441
Switching tense cause it's getting annoying

Eliza frowns. "Fine, I'll do it. But I'm getting them back, you hear?"

"Understood. See you around." The radio cuts, and Eliza turns back to the rest of the street.

"At least I now have an excuse to use them..." Eliza smiles, and grabs an umbrella, made from a silverish cloth. After a few seconds, she succeeds in lifting it up above her, only to watch as rain immediately starts to pour down around her, little droplets of light cutting through the demons with extreme prejudice.

Eliza starts to walk, then run, the light-rain following her as she starts jumping between buildings, gaining momentum until she jumps up and over the building at the end of the street, landing in front of what appears to be a police station.

As she lands, she sends out a storm of knives towards the approaching demons, and turns back to the police officers there, looking at Elizxa with something like awe.

"I'm Eliza, a magical girl. I'm here to save your asses."

The police officers look at each other, before one steps forward. "We're grateful. Do you have supplies? We're starting to run out. We've got maybe a box of shells left, and a few hundred 9mm rounds for pistols. But it takes a magazine to take down one of those things."

"What's your name, officer? Are you in charge?"

He shakes his head. "I'm Supply Officer Frederick Jax, ma'am. The Chief died already."

"Well, Jax, take this." Eliza hands him a gun from hammerspace, the enchantments running up and down it. "And the rest of you, take these."

Soon enough the squad of officers are holding various weapons, all firearms but none of them similar apart from that. One is a 98K, a small eagle and swastika clearly visible near the chamber. Another is a shotgun, with a small smiley sticker on the side.

"Alright men, aim and fire."

>Roll 3d10

Eliza is currently telling Shogo her side of events.

>>39448705
>>39448748
Only when shit gets serious. While Extrapolated is fun, that's not my interest. You will become a magical *girl* only when you just can't get any more badass normally.

>>39448769
This bit of story is explaining it all.

Rolled 2, 4, 4 = 10 (3d10)

>>39448791

Rolled 3, 1, 2 = 6 (3d10)

>>39448791

Rolled 9, 9, 5 = 23 (3d10)

>>39448791

>>39448884
Good job anon. Major DC passed with 2 dice. Writing.

Rolled 1, 3, 4 = 8 (3d10)

>>39448791

>>39448884
I was worried for a moment.

>>39448808
I just think that "guy becomes magical girl" quests are pretty unoriginal at this point

>>39448808
Then all we need to do is establish the normal badass limit as being infinity, right?

>>39448791

Eliza turns back to the demons, watching as the officers unleash holy hell on them. The one operating the 98K quickly realizes that it's easier to just line up bodies and hit as many as he can with the magical bullets flying right through. The other with the shotgun is pulling the trigger again and again, the fire-enchanted buckshot tearing apart demons and leaving nothing in its wake. Jax, using the only automatic that Eliza knows as the STG-44, is holding down the trigger, while he curiously taps the magazine that seems to be suppling the endless stream of recoil-less-bullets.

Eventually, nothing is left standing. Except for a Witch.

"YOU KILL MY DEMONS, AND I'LL TEAR YOU APART," it screams, the long arms ending with claws reaching out towards the group. Eliza just cuts it away, before jumping to the witch and knocking her further back.

The Witch slowly wipes away the darkness on her mouth with her arm stump, keeping her eyes on Eliza. "You think you can kill me?" The Witch laughs. "Hilarious. You're a fucking pest, girl, so prepare to die."

In response, Eliza summons a few hundred knives from hammerspace, and sends them flying.

The Witch goes backwards again, stumbling underneath the rain of metal. Slowly, she starts to stand again.

Eliza prepares to unleash again, slowly floating up into the air as she pulls on everything in hammerspace.

And then a portal opens up from within the Witch, cutting her apart.

A girl appears, looking about nine, tiredly looking towards the officers. One of them steps forward, to ask her name.

But Eliza freezes in fear as she feels the endless amounts of darkness pouring off the girl, as if she had attempted to put an entire lake into a small glass. The power was slowly overflowing, and eventually the glass would break.

Eliza drops down, pushing back the officers, shouting to them to watch out, and turns back to the girl, who watches curiously, before collapsing in the ash of the Witch.

(Almost done)

>>39448924
Agreed.
>>39449035
The answer is revealed. Transforming may not happen for a while, if you roll well.

>>39449109

Eliza, before she realizes what she's doing, runs over to the girl, putting a hand on her forehead, before pulling back sharply. The darkness is pulling out faster now, the power draining, and Eliza watches as the girl slowly transforms to a boy, similar looking, apart from the obvious.

Sighing, Eliza hefts the boy up, holding him in her arms, before turning to the police. "Go visit any other nearby stations and help them out. I'll be back."

And Eliza jumps off, running to the nearest hospital, the young boy in her arms.

---

"...Wow," you say. "So, that's the story, huh?"

Eliza nods. "Yep."

"So what exactly am I?"

"I hadn't recognized you originally, and you used your power...or my power...like a magical girl. But, you also effortlessly redirected the magic of the Witch. I've only known Em-Gees with control over mirrors to do that, and this Witch already had that herself."

Eliza grins. "You're a special little snowflake, Shogo, is what I'm saying."

"Oh fuck off, I'm not some two-dimensional character from some shitty RPG. I have feelings and everything!"

"Well, either way, you're *our* special snowflake, and we've got another job for you."

You raise an eyebrow. "Which is?"

She hands you folder. Inside, you find a piece of paper with Maggy's file on it, and another showing the location of...a parade. "I know it's not killing Witches, but raising awareness and encouraging people to help each other out and be nice is kinda what we, as magical girls, survive on. We'd like you to accompany her, to one of these locations.

>Agree, and go to...
>>The School. Go read books to kids!
>>The Soup Kitchen. THEY CALL FOR YOU.
>>The Sports Game. Yeah, you love sports! And especially Team! But not Rival Team!
>Disagree. You want to kill some Witches.

>>39449266
>>The Soup Kitchen. THEY CALL FOR YOU

>>39449266
>>Agree, and go to...
>>>The School. Go read books to kids!
Remember, it's for the kids. Maybe we can teach them how to cook as well? Or SCIENCE.

Or just that reading is amazing.

>>39449266
>>The Sports Game. Yeah, you love sports! And especially Team! But not Rival Team!

>>39449266
>>The Soup Kitchen. THEY CALL FOR YOU.

>>39449266
>Agree, and go to..
>>The School. Go read books to kids!

>>39449266
>>The Sports Game. Yeah, you love sports! And especially Team! But not Rival Team!
We must indulge our INNER MASCULINITY in order to begin the path to ULTIMATE POWER. Cooking like a Boy Scout may have propped us up, but we must now commit ourselves entirely.

>>39449297
>>39449360
>>39449317
>>39449362
>>39449341
>>39449389

Three way tie. Any of the lurkers got a vote to throw in?

>>39449266
>>>The Soup Kitchen. THEY CALL FOR YOU.

>>39446872
Oh wow I can smell this.
The plot twist is that:
We're just a completely normal schmuck.

>>39449469
Who knows, Anon? *whistles*

>>39449465
This breaks it. Writing.

>>39449266

You look over the sheet of locations, stopping where one of Eliza's fingers is so obviously pointing.

"Huh. Would you look at that. A Soup Kitchen."

Eliza smiles. "They have need of your cooking, Shogo. Show them the light."

"Sure, I guess, but cooking's tiring. I might not be able to take care of dinner..."

Eliza's face of terror and inner fighting sends you into laughter.

"Yeah, let's go for that one. When do we leave?"

"Right now!" you turn to find Maggy waiting for you, smiling. "You ready?"

>Yeah, you're ready
>Yeah, let me just...
>>Grab my armor. You never know!
>>Put on some nicer clothes. We want to look friendly
>Nah...
>>Mind if we do something else, first? (Write In)

>>39449603
Gonna be gone for 5 minutes or so to grab a bite to eat and a drink.

Also, begin preparing soup recipes.

>>39449603
>Yeah, you're ready

>>39449603
>Yeah, you're ready

>>39449603
>>Grab my armor. You never know!
We can tweak its appearance to make it more kid-friendly anyway.

>>39449603
>>Yeah, you're ready

>>39449626
Cream of potato soup is pretty great

>>39449626
Chicken Tortilla soup is good. Only takes like 35 mins maximum.

>>39449626
Stews are dead simple and can be extremely filling, depending on what you put in. With the help of a pressure cooker they are also pretty quick to make.

>>39449651

"Yeah, I'm ready." You stand up, and Eliza takes back the pillow putting it back into her...hammerspace.

Maggy smiles at you again, then starts walking away. You follow, until you exit the hall and find yourself outside again. She then grabs a hold of you and pulls you with her as she starts flying. You know it's not that reasonable that you're fine with flying with no support apart from a magical girl as opposed to a big ass floating island, but logic has never played a part in your opinions of magic.

Eventually, after a few minutes of flying (and loop-the-loops Maggy pulled to show off) you find yourself in downtown Chicago, near a soup kitchen. Several people stop and stare, but Maggy just waves.

>Wave as well
>Just enter the soup kitchen. Time to get to work!

>roll 1d4 for encounter
>Pick a dish to make.

Sorry for the break, just went to make some food.

Rolled 2 (1d4)

>>39450368
>>Just enter the soup kitchen. Time to get to work!
Tortilla soup

>>39450368
>Just enter the soup kitchen. Time to get to work!
Chicken tortilla soup

Rolled 1 (1d4)

>>39450368
>>Just enter the soup kitchen. Time to get to work!
Keep it simple - make vegetable soup. Leek, carrot, neep and tatties, bit of barley.

Rolled 4 (1d4)

>>39450368
>Wave as well

Tortilla soup is fine if the other anons have a recipe ready to go since I am on a mobile and don't want to deal with typing up a recipe.

Rolled 4 (1d4)

>>39450368
>Wave as well

"Hello my name is Akane Shogo and I'll be your Chef for today.

>>39450465
Going with 2 and tortilla soup.

>>39450368

You forge ahead to your destiny. Let Maggy do the waving, and you'll take care of the real job.

WHICH IS SAVING THESE PEOPLE FROM HORRIBLE FOO-

"Shogo? Shogo! Hey, it's good to see you!"

You recognize that voice. The one challenger to your reign of justice and good food on the people. The only person who, maybe, possibly, somehow, could be considered your equal.

Not your superior, of course. Just...you're both on very level footing.

"Shogo, good to see you again! What're you doing here?" Roland walks up from the kitchen in the back, a few people eating looking up at the eight foot tall giant.

"Good to see you too, Roland." You shake his hand as he stops in front of you. "Maggy here and I are just raising some good PR for the Em-Gees. We were actually sent to help out in the kitchen."

"Ah, good! I need somebody to help me prepare the meal for lunch!"

>Go along with it. You'll get him back later
>Oh, fuck no, Roland. I think I'm gonna make some delicious tortilla soup, and you ain't gonna stop me!
>Write In

>>39450858
>Oh, fuck no, Roland. I think I'm gonna make some delicious tortilla soup, and you ain't gonna stop me!

Dunken Donuts breakfast sandwiches are not hamburgers capcha.

>>39450858
Maggie can help you and i'll make the soup, cool?

>>39450909

4chan has evolved from just accusing other people of having shit taste, to accusing the captcha itself.

>>39450858
>Write In
"Ehhhh... I don't know... Say, why don't we have one of our old "contests?" You know, for old times' sake? The score's still, what 97-98, isn't it? In my favor?"

>>39450858
>>Go along with it. You'll get him back later

>>39450858
>Go along with it. You'll get him back later

>>39450909
>>39450960
Votes for badass super awesome food competition
>>39451037
>>39451045
Votes for passive agressive boring help

Yeah, I'm biased, sue me.

>>39451066
I think cooking is boring either way

>>39451093
It's okay, anon, everyone has different tastes and hobbies. I think it's completely fine. Would you rather a Witch invade the Soup Kitchen and kill most people before you stop it? Because I can do that too.

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>>39451093

>>39450858
>>Oh, fuck no, Roland. I think I'm gonna make some delicious tortilla soup, and you ain't gonna stop me!

>>39451139
WRITING FOR COMPETITION

>>39451093
fuck you cooking is a fast pace battle with your mouth and knives

>>39451204
That sounds more like eating than cooking.

>>39451243
You gotta taste what you cook anon. Gordon Ramsey taught me that.

>>39450858

This will not stand. YOU CAN’T LET THIS STAND.

“Hey, Roland, I have an idea. So why don’t we have one of our old ‘contests’? You know, since we’re both here, ready to cook. The score’s, what, 98-97, right? In my favor?”

Roland stares for a few seconds, before slowly grinning. “I see. So not only do you want to get your ass kicked again, you also try to reverse the scores? As if I wouldn’t notice?”

“Please, Roland, you’re shit at cooking. The only way you win is by bribing people to say your plate of shit is better.”

Roland laughs. “As if you don’t seduce everyone who eats your pitiful excuse for food, so they say yours is better!”

“That’s it. This is gonna be a no-holds barred, unlimited, do-whatever-you-want-as-long-as-it’s-soup COOK OFF!” you roar, striding past Roland to the kitchen.

Once you arrive, you start grabbing all the ingredients you need. Chicken, check. Carrots, check. Some broth, check. You work through the list and line up everything, ready to go. On the other side of the kitchen, you spot Roland glaring at you, his own line of ingredients ready to go.

Maggy, having followed the both of you, smiles and shouts “LET THE BEST CHEF WIN!”

>roll 3d10
You're going with tortilla soup. It's gonna be good, of course, but the roll decides who's the best.

Time to pull out that triple ten, eh?

>>39451278
Fair enough.

Rolled 5, 3, 6 = 14 (3d10)

>>39451321

Rolled 8, 10, 10 = 28 (3d10)

>>39451321

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>>39451350
Anon.

Did you just rip out your magical core and put it in the soup?

Rolled 2, 7, 8 = 17 (3d10)

>>39451321

>>39451370
Shhhhh... secret ingredient.

>>39451321


Roland’s meal is impressive. Incredibly impressive. He went for an Italian Wedding soup, made with all fresh ingredients that he sent a runner to fetch from a nearby store. He masterfully combined the ingredients, cooking the broth just right to capture the flavor of the dill and baby spinach, and it came together in a beautiful orgy of taste and deliciousness.

But the look of smug satisfaction quickly ends as he comes on over to look at your own soup, turning into an expression of horror and dismay.

For good reason.

It had started as Tortilla soup. That had been your plan from the beginning. But, somehow, it evolved past that. The ingredients are all there, you’re sure. There aren’t any extra special secret ingredients apart from love that you know of. And yet, it’s come out like…this.

It’s godly. You grab a spoon, and try a sip, and lose yourself to ecstasy.

Maggy comes over to try Roland’s, and then yours, though she is unable to finish it before collapsing on the floor as the taste overwhelms her.

Finally, Roland himself tries some.

And so slowly, so reluctantly, he admits, “yeah, it’s…pretty good.”

You’ve won. 99-97. Two points ahead. You both know that he’ll never make that extra point up, never be ahead or even equal with you ever again. He now knows his place.

Finally, he smiles, looking between the soups. “So, I guess that’s that. I’ll get mine saved for later. I think it would be heresy to spoil your meal with mine.”

The rest of the time at the Soup Kitchen passes pretty quickly, as you feed everyone some delicious soup. Most people come back for seconds, which you’re glad to give with the large amount you made. Finally, no other person comes back, and you’ve still got some left over.

>Sit down with Roland, ask how things are going
>Sit down with Maggy, ask about her
>Pack it up, and go visit your other friends from Alpha Squadron.
>Write In

>>39451565
>Sit down with Roland, ask how things are going

>>39451565

>Your Cooking is masterful. Never, ever, ever roll for food ever again. You can make any food delicious, and make food out of anything.

>>39451565
>Sit down with Roland, ask how things are going

>>39451591
>>39451699
Writing.

>>39451565
>>Sit down with Roland, ask how things are going

>>39451604
>You can make any food delicious, and make food out of anything.
I understand our witch giblets are particularly fine.

>>39451565
Grabbing a bowl for both yourself and Roland, and head on over to the end of the table, sitting down and preparing to eat.

“So, Roland,” you say, spooning some ambrosia into your mouth, “what’s been happening with you guys?”

Roland shrugged. “It’s been a day, Shogo. Hardly like anything has gone down between then and now. On the other hand,” he leans forward, spoon pointing at you, “I hear you went and killed yourself another Witch. Is that true?”

You nod. “Yep. They gave me a whole new suit, and it’s a fucking dream using it. Just as good as any magical girl’s uniform, they say.”

“That sounds nice,” he leans back towards his own soup, “I still haven’t been able to come up with a good reason to enhance the Legion armor I’ve got already. I’m telling the Council that we really need to work on making heavier suits, similar to the 40K stuff I showed you, but they aren’t having any of it.” He sets down his spoon to prepare his hands for air quotes. “’Too expensive’, they say. ‘Unnecessary use of budget that can go to better things’, they say. ‘Trying to fight a Witch as a mortal and win is utterly insane and worthy of discharging you under the reason of mental instability’, they say.”

He snorts. “Christ, if it weren’t for you showing them up, they may actually have field martialed me for bringing it up the ‘nth time. Now with you, they’re taking my suggestion seriously.”

>If you need help, I could convince the Council.
>If you need help, I’m currently the cooking savior of several dozen magical girls, with several being capable armorsmiths
>Jeez, that’s tough.
>Write In

>>39451728
See, it's much better to slow cook them than fry them. The juices have more time to settle in, and you can have a field day with the spices and such. Shame they taste like ashes, though.

>>39451868
>If you need help, I’m currently the cooking savior of several dozen magical girls, with several being capable armorsmiths

Let's help a brother out.

>>39451868
>>If you need help, I’m currently the cooking savior of several dozen magical girls, with several being capable armorsmiths

>>39451868
>>If you need help, I’m currently the cooking savior of several dozen magical girls, with several being capable armorsmiths
Let's be honest with him. We haven't cooked yet for the Council.

What are the odds we get relegated to cooking duty forever because they don't want to risk our cooking?

Writing for armorsmiths.

>>39451982
Hilarious. And the chances are certainly higher than zero, I promise you.

>>39451868
>>If you need help, I’m currently the cooking savior of several dozen magical girls, with several being capable armorsmiths

>>39451868
>If you need help, I’m currently the cooking savior of several dozen magical girls, with several being capable armorsmiths
>Write In
Besides the whole cooking messiah thing, I managed to electrocute one Em-Gee, punch another off a cliff, and laugh at the sheer puntastic ingenuity of the magical engineers.

Also, out of curiosity, there are fifteen people here, with a few actually replying. Are you guys enjoying the quest? I'd like to know my audience.

>>39452050
I am enjoying the quest. IPs can shift from people hopping machines or areas codes.

>>39452050
I enjoy it. I'm just also splitting time with eating dinner, playing Diablo 3, and watching NA LCS. I don't always vote because I'm distracted.

>>39452050
Enjoying it very much, though I'm rather ill and a little loopy on meds, so I'm rather distracted and that's probably not a reliable indicator.

>>39452050
I know I do, and I don't usually read MG quests. This one seems pretty refreshing.
Captcha, those are breakfast sandwiches, not burgers.

>>39452045
Were there puns? I don't remember puns.

>>39452158
Thanks for the compliment! I think I like the pasta ones best.

>>39451868

“Well, I think I might be able to help you out there.”

Roland raises an eyebrow. “How so?”

“Well, you’ve had my cooking right? And you know how superior it is to everything ever? Turns out that magical girls can’t cook for shit – sorry Maggy – and I’ve become their chef. Cooked them dinner and breakfast so far, but I’m pretty much a god in their eyes. Or at least a parental figure, considering the majority of these Em-Gees quite literally weren’t allowed to touch the stoves at their house yet.”

“So, what? Am I meant to be jealous?”

You shrug and smile, “A little bit, but that’s not the point. The point is that some of those Em-Gees made my armor for me. Considering I’m the guy who feeds them, they may be very receptive to building you guys some armor, without regards for physics or anything silly like that.”

Roland nods. “And you think they’d be able to build me some armor?”

“Dude, they’d love a chance to. Say, how about I take you on up? I can introduce you to the engineering girls, and you can introduce them to Spess Mehreens. I can see absolutely nothing wrong coming out of this.”

Roland nods. “Yes, I can’t imagine several girls with godlike powers taking it upon themselves to create orcs for no reason better than for shits and giggles.” He smiles. “I would be happy to. When do we go?”

>Now
>In a bit, I got something to do (Write In).

>>39452227
>In a bit, I got something to do (Write In).
Gotta clean the dishes and make sure Maggie can fly after the meal.

>>39452305
Look at you, Mr. Responsible. The staff that actually work at the soup kitchen looked on in awe at the competition, and will gladly clean up for you.

>>39452227
the Sorceric Concealment Overturn and Undermine Tool. Unless some engie just came up with that name without realizing the pun for years...
>Now

>>39452227
>Now

>>39452227
>>Now
No better time.

>>39452353
Oh, that. No, that was completely and utterly intentional. Ask around and you can have a fun talk with the person who invented it.

Changing vote from >>39452353 to supporting>>39452305

>>39452227
Now.
Now.

>>39452227

You turn to Maggy “Hey, uh, Maggy? Are you feeling okay to fly?”

She shakes her head, patting her belly. “I, uh, may have eaten too much. Won’t be able to carry both of you, and I’d rather not get a sprain or cramp in midair.”

Alright then.

“We should be able to go, Roland, I just need to get a ride.”

You consider how to do that

>Call up Eliza?
>See if Roland can get a helicopter or something,
>Maybe…you can fly? (Write In)

>>39452509

>Call up Eliza?

>>39452509
>Call up Eliza?

>>39452509
>Maybe…you can fly?...

>Nah, call up Eliza.

>>39452518
>>39452563
>>39452616

Writing. Cowards, the lot of you.

>>39452509
>Maybe... you can fly? (Write In)
Ask if we can mooch some magic off of Maggy without endangering her flying if not,
>See if Roland can get a helicopter or something

>>39452647
We'd try if we had just drained a witch, but we haven't so we won't.

>>39452647
Naaaaaaaah. We're just social. We want to show we appreciate Em Gees' airlift capability.

>>39452647
>>39452669
Dammit, too late.

>>39452050
Previous poster. Swear I just forgot for a few hours since friends showed up to talk about gaming stuff and we started planning to grab anime to watch together.

As it stands I've got the time to pay attention now but you might be running out of time, gotta get caught up ATM.

>>39446872
...man. I don't get to come up with more amazing cooking ideas. I was quesadillanon from the last thread.

>>39449603
...OR MAYBE I DO!

>>39451565
...aww, man. Maybe later, then.

>>39452735
And to clarify, what I've read thus far has been fun, just clock me in with the others being distracted between different stuff.

>>39452509

You briefly consider doing something incredibly stupid, but them dismiss the idea for something a lot more reasonable. You grab your phone and dial Eliza, who must’ve put herself into your contacts.

She picks up after three rings. “Hey, Shogo. What’s up?”

“Ah, well, I wanted to bring a friend over. And Maggy’s in a food coma. Can we get a pick up?”

“Oh. Yeah, sure, I’m sending someone your way.”

After about five seconds, you see a magical girl pop into existence outside the soup kitchen, surprising a few more people, who then comes in, spotting you and walking over.

She eyes the bowl of soup in front of you. “Apparently I was to take you back to Haioku?”

“That’s right.”

She continues to eye the bowl of soup. You look down at it, seeing at least half remaining. You sigh, and push it towards the girl, who quickly eats it up and stands straight again.

“Much better. Uh, grab my hand. And you said someone else?” she sees Roland. “Oh. Okay, both of you, grab my hand. It’s gonna feel a little strange-“

As she takes both your and Roland’s hand, the space around you warps and bends, and once again you recognize the feeling of dimensions crossing, except this time it’s as if the cube has twisted so one of its corners has actually come around to meet the other, and you’re deposited onto the outside training yard of Haioku.

Roland takes a few steps forward, keeping his hands on his head for a few seconds, before slowly standing up. “Remind me,” he says very calmly, “to never do that again.”

(1/2)

>>39452755
Quesadillanon, I had quesadillas for dinner because of you. Very delicious, I had beef and jalapenos and mushrooms. 10/10 indeed, thanks for telling me.

>>39452775
What do you mean?

>>39452669
Yep, that's what I was going for. Shame on you, anon.

>>39452857
Earlier others were saying they were doing this in between other things. I do too, just tend to get lost in other stuff easily.

Reworking your Pathfinder character to squeeze a bit more damage out of your rolls is fun.

>>39452857
>beef and jalapenos
Those weren't actually my ideas. The mushrooms, though, that was all me.

>>39452857

You chuckle a bit at Roland’s reactions, wobbling him slightly. “Oh, did the spooky scary jump between dimensions through a tenuous bridge that I could shatter with just a thought make you nervous?”

The magical girl looks up in alarm at this. “Actually, remind me never to do that again too. At least, not with you.” Before you can respond, she scoots away, looking scared for her life.

Roland grins at this. “Always smooth, aren’t ya? So, where are these badass engineers you were talking about?”

“Right this way.” You lead him inside, only to be stopped by what appears to be an immovable object. Looking down, it appears to be…Marie.

“And what,” she seethes, “do you fucking think you’re doing?”

>Ah, you mean bringing over my eight foot tall cyborg friend over? I was planning on a tea party.
>None of your business.
>Doesn’t misandry get boring?

>>39452943
And the mushrooms were delicious, quesadillanon. So were the other things, but the mushrooms really tied it together.

>>39452891
I refuse to let you escape from my thread! Posts something incredibly interesting and discracting

>>39452972
>Ah, you mean bringing over my eight foot tall cyborg friend over? I was planning on a tea party.
He's almost as good a cook as I am!

>>39452972
>None of your business

It really isn't.

>>39452972
>Write in
"What, we're not allowed guests? Anyway, my friend here represents a business opportunity. So, if you'll just let me past..." and step sideways to get past her.

>>39452972
>>Ah, you mean bringing over my eight foot tall cyborg friend over? I was planning on a tea party.

I was going to make little cakes and the tea and he is making the finger sandwiches and scones

>>39453109
blue berry scones
cucumber sandwiches
lemon cakes three layers with a custard in between layers

>>39452050
Its good but its pretty common for people to not vote or speak up unless something important happens.

>>39452972
>>39452992
This.

>>39453109
Seconding.

>>39452972
>>39452992
Supporting this.

>>39452992
>>39453109
>>39453222

Snarky response writing.

>>39453179
OH GOD GUYS WHAT AN IMPORTANT DECISION IS HAPPENING ALL HOPE IS LOST WITHOUT YOU GUYS.

>>39453258
Your snark has fallen on deaf ears QM. The anons are displeased.

>>39453258
If it makes you feel better I am semi-conscious and sort of drifting in and out of sapience inbetween of checking this thread. yes.

>>39453175
>lemon cakes three layers with a custard in between layers
>custard
...no.

What you do with those types of cakes is this.

You bake two victoria sponges (or pound cakes, if you're in the US).
While they're baking, you beat brown sugar together with butter to make buttercream icing. It's important to whip it really well, because if you don't it'll end up feeling gritty in the mouth, and it'll also taste different.
Once your cakes are done, you take an ordinary dinner plate, and put one of the cakes on it, upside down. You then spread a layer of jam on top of it, then you spread a layer of your buttercream icing onto the bottom of the other cake. Finally, you put the buttercream cake on top of the jam cake, and dust the top with icing sugar.

>>39453258
this is not snarky at all! I want a god dam tea party.!!!

>>39453306
Nah, just reading inbetween Nuclear Throne bouts.

Waiting on the response to jump in.

I did freeze up when Eliza spilled the beans on herself, but that's because I thought to ask about it and it seemed too touchy a subject to just blurt something out at random.

>>39453353
but I hate butter cream frosting :(

probley replace it with
http://www.crisco.com/recipes/creamy-homestyle-vanilla-frosting-2061

>>39452972

You cock your head at Marie, adding that little half smile for maximum rustling. “What I’m doing? Oh, my eight-foot tall cyborg friend and I were planning on a tea party, with us, and Mr. Bear, and Mr. Pig. We were gonna drink tea with our pinkies out, eat scones with a plate to catch the crumbs, and talk about fun things! Would you like to join?”

Marie grits her teeth. “I accept you, because Eliza told me you’re actually a magical girl. But there is no way in hell that I’m going to accept a fucking man on this island. They’re useless, and will only ruin what we’ve been building.”

Roland looks at you, eyebrows raised, before walking to Marie. “Let’s get this straight. First, you’re a misandrist who thinks that men are pigs and women rule the world. Two, you think that the reason you’re better is because of the girl part in magical girl. You think you’re better, solely because you’ve got magic and men don’t?”

Marie sneers. “Exactly. You’re weak. I’ve lived for quite a while, you know. I’m stronger and smarter than every man I’ve met. You’re no different.”

“Oh?” Roland looks visibly amused. “Alright then. How about a duel?”

Marie stops. “A duel?”

“Yep. You versus me. No holds barred. I’ll just go sort out this armor thing, and I think I’ll be ready to face you. That sound good?”

Marie thinks for a few seconds, before slowly grinning. “Sure. Sure, I can do that. Here, stay the night, why don’t you. I’ll be happy to face you tomorrow.” She turns away, walking back into the building. “See you soon!”

>Bad, bad, bad fucking idea Roland.
>disgunbgud.gif
>So, shall we get that armor ready?
>Still though, a tea party sounds fucking rad.
>Write In, or COMBINE OPTIONS FOR MAX EFFECTIVENESS

>>39453353
Ooh, I usually make sponge cake, but not with this kind of spread. Jam, yes, but usually powdered sugar on top. I'll try that out.

>>39453440
Get. Out. Of. My. Cooking. Quest. No, I love you and you're free to enjoy what you want.

>>39453494
>disgunbgud.gif
>start preparing the tea. After all a tea party would be nice.

>>39453494
>>disgunbgud.gif
>>So, shall we get that armor ready?
>>Still though, a tea party sounds fucking rad.
>>Write In, or COMBINE OPTIONS FOR MAX EFFECTIVENESS
WHY NOT?
Recipe/cooking Pastebin when?

>>39453440
Whatever, it doesn't matter what flavour it is.

The point is that putting a creamy filling in a lemon cake is both completely misusing the creamy filling and ruining the lemon cake. If you're going to do a lemon cake, you want something like a lemon drizzle cake.

Standard Victoria sponge (or pound cake), except that when you mix your dry ingredients, add the zest of a lemon.
While the cake's baking, mix together icing sugar and juice of a lemon, to make a runny icing.
Pour (or rather, drizzle) the icing over the top of your cake.

>>39453494

>So, shall we get that armor ready?
>Still though, a tea party sounds fucking rad.
>Write In, or COMBINE OPTIONS FOR MAX EFFECTIVENESS

>>39453576
About as soon as the thread ends.

>>39453599
I've done lemon drizzle cake. Actually, we make some really nice lemon curd at my house. Very nice indeed.

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>>39453494
Shogo reaction;
>>Bad, bad, bad fucking idea Roland.
>>So, shall we get that armor ready?
>>Still though, a tea party sounds fucking rad.

My reaction; pic very much related

>>39453567
Heeeeeeeeeeeeey I like that give our man some tea to relax before the fight.

>>39453625
Excelllllllllllent.

>>39453494
>Bad, bad, bad fucking idea Roland.
>disgunbgud.gif
>So, shall we get that armor ready?
>Write In
>"So, how does it feel to be the manly messiah for all masculinity, everywhere?"
And when that's all over with...
>Still though, a tea party sounds fucking rad.
"Who knows, maybe the Em-Gees will keep you on as another chef!"

>>39453494
"If you actually pull that off, I'll have SO much fun taunting her over this. That said, she can wreck things that you can't go toe-to-toe with. Are you genuinely sure you're up for this?" (Basically, combine disgunbegud.gif with Bad, bad, bad idea.)

>>39453625
>lemon curd in drizzle cake
...okay, yeah, fine, lemon curd works in lemon drizzle cake.

Okay, generally everything is accepted except for the difference between

>Bad, bad, bad fucking idea Roland
>disgunbgud.gif

Responding to this, please vote. I'll give ya five minutes.

>>39453688
Guys, you haven't seen Roland fight. Have you even read his character sheet?

>>39453723
>>disgunbgud.gif

>>39453723
>disgunbgud.gif

>>39453723
>>disgunbgud.gif

>>39453723
Well if we have to choose...
>disgunbgud.gif

>>39453599
well I was thinking of adding a crispy light layer to add texture.

I was watching a documentary about the Meilleur Ouvrier de France (MOF)

and they were doing crazy layered cakes with cream layers, custard , all sorts of texture bits and the order was very important different order different taste.

>>39445558
wait a minute, that picture...

>>39453779
What about it?

Disgunbgud.gif wins. Writing for everything.

>>39453773
Sure. But lemon drizzle cake is inherently not a heavy cake.

If you want a crispy light layer, you might consider merigue. Put a thin layer on top of your cake about five minutes before it's done baking, and hope like hell it doesn't burn. You won't be able to ice the cake, though, if you do that.

>>39453864

Depending on the cake, you can just use the lemon drizzle to ice on some precooked meringue. I like to consider my forté to be meringue, and I can sometimes use the "plates" of meringue that I make for pavlova as a covering for cake.

Yes, I'm writing.

>>39453494

“Oh, fuck, Roland, I haven’t set up the popcorn machine yet and you’re already challenging people? Give me some time.” You shove at him, though he holds still with the hundred something kilos he has on you.

He just grins. “I knew some people from my childhood just like that, back when Tumblr was still around. God, I’m happily I can finally do something about it.” He glances at you. “Never liked people who used a good cause as an excuse to be a dick.”

You nod. “No, I understand. But anyway,” you clasp your hands together, “while I was certainly mocking her, I could actually really go for some tea right now. Here, the kitchen is over by that end of the hallway. You get some tea and scones ready, and I’ll grab the girls. Oh, and that girl over there,” you point, “controls time, so if you want to get some cake done as well in ten minutes she’s your girl.”

Roland nods, and starts making his way to the kitchen, rolling up his sleeves. Several magical girls already look interested in the presence of another possible chef. You continue on, through the hallways back to the same room you found the engineers and taylors in originally.

When you peek into the room, you find a rather large fight going on.

“FRILLS!”

“I SAID NO FUCKING FRILLS, IT CUTS YOUR AERODYNAMICS BY TEN FUCKING PERCENT AND LOOK GODAWFUL ANYWAY.”

“YOU FUCKING WHAT, MATE? OH, I SWEAR ON ME MUM”

“Hey, guys, we have a guest.”

The two magical girls in a fight turn to you, looking rather comical with both of them attempting to grab the other person’s collar and lift her in the air. Behind them, you actually make out some power armor, wearing a lacey dress seemingly made from flexible metal.

>Hey girls. I've got a favour to call in, for my cooking.
>You're making power armor? How'd you like a model?
>There's an eight foot tall cyborg in the main hall making dainty little cakes and tea. Entrance price is armor.
>Write In.

>>39454059
>There's an eight foot tall cyborg in the main hall making dainty little cakes and tea. Entrance price is armor.

>>39454059
>There's an eight foot tall cyborg in the main hall making dainty little cakes and tea. Entrance price is armor.
>Write In.

"That armor. Right there. Owner gets to call whether he wants frills on it or not."

>>39454059
>There's an eight foot tall cyborg in the main hall making dainty little cakes and tea. Entrance price is armor.

>>39454059
>>You're making power armor? How'd you like a model?
>>There's an eight foot tall cyborg in the main hall making dainty little cakes and tea. Entrance price is armor.
They tie together so well.

>>39454059
>back when Tumblr was still around
Wait. If tumblr isn't around anymore, how did Marie spend so much time on it?

>>You're making power armor? How'd you like a model?
>>There's an eight foot tall cyborg in the main hall making dainty little cakes and tea. Entrance price is armor.

>>39454059
>>There's an eight foot tall cyborg in the main hall making dainty little cakes and tea. Entrance price is armor.

>>39454059
>You're making power armor? How'd you like a model?
>There's an eight foot tall cyborg in the main hall making dainty little cakes and tea. Entrance price is armor.

>>39454179
She's old, mate. Not Eliza old, but she's been around since at least the nineties.

>The date is 2045, for your information.

>>39454149
>>39454193
>>39454179
>>39454126
>>39454113

General idea get. Writing

>>39454216
As in, born in the late nineties, is what I meant. So Tumblr generation.

>>39454216
For reference' sake, what social networking sites do people use now?
is 4chan still a thing?

>>39453929
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ANUMYH07-Q

found the name of the movie


>There's an eight foot tall cyborg in the main hall making dainty little cakes and tea. Entrance price is armor.

>>39454261
It's twatter.
And clearly superior 7chan.

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>>39454059
>Write in
>pic related

>>39454216
Hot damn.

Eliza's over a century old.

How old is Shogo?

>>39454344
>Age: 24
It's on the pastebin for Shogo.

>>39454059
>There's an eight foot tall cyborg in the main hall making dainty little cakes and tea. Entrance price is armor.

>>39454344
granny is spry

>>39454344
>>39454434

About that, ignore the ages for the magical girls on the paste bin. Need to fix that.

>>39454453

Fucking magical girls.

>>39454320
4chan experienced a resurgence when it was discovered that Moot had become a magical girl. The /mg/ board is usually filled with smut, shitposting, and the occasional quest that mixes the two.

>>39454434
Thanks for the point out. I have a bad habit of forgetting Pastebins. Bad at it.

>>39454479
Other social media sites include Gem, which replaced reddit in 2024, designed to stay more away from the mainstream media and expose audiences to indie bands and up-and-coming artists of all kinds. Currently, Gem's Yearly Hidden Gem Awards are going to the Arctic Monkeys and U2, along with pictures of people digging up PS4s from their attics.

>>39454059

You cough. “You guys in need of a model? Because there’s an eight foot tall cyborg in the main hall making dainty little cakes and tea. Entrance price is armor, though I’m sure you can argue with him about whether or not he wants the lace and frills.

They both look at each other, before quickly moving up to you and both saying, “To the cyborg. Now.”


“Why, good sir Roland, your cakes are quite scrumptious!”

“Yes, my honorable friend Shogo, I have trained for quite some time to make them as delicious as they are today.” Roland takes a small sip from the delicate china cup in his hand, pinky properly stuck out. The magical girls look on in awe as the eight foot tall black man who usually runs around in armor that gives him another foot and the strength to wield a hundred pounds of steel easily slips into the role of a princess. “And have you tried my tea? It’s also quite delicious.”
You take a sip, after delicately wiping away a few cake crumbs from your face, and some from Roland’s. A few magical girls faint at that, noses spurting blood. “Ah, there we go. Yes, I have, and it is truly fantastic.”

The magical girl engineers and taylors, looking surprisingly out of their element, luckily stop the two of you before you start laughing. “Alright, so is this the cyborg?”

Roland scoffs. “Cyborg? My dear fellow, I am the finest gentlemech! Cyborgs are lower class!” he takes another sip.
The engineers nod. “Of course. Well, dear gentlemech, we think we have some power armor ready for you, if you’re fine with saying lace is inferior-“

Roland shakes his head. “No, no, that won’t do. Before you even try to make armor, I think I need to tell you guys about a fun game called Warhammer 40K.” And sitting there, wearing a pink apron a few sizes too small for him, and holding a tiny cup of tea, Roland calmly explains his favourite game.

(1/2)

>>39454479
/mg/ finds out about Shogo
someone could be writing a shitty Harem Quest about Shogo RIGHT NOW

>>39454559
>Shogo finds out about it, hunts down the person responsible and educates them about his role as a member of the team and cook for pure, innocent (despite the occasional bout of bad language) girls.

>>39454615
By the way, I am trying so hard not to squee at what I just wrote. SO damn hard.

>>39454479
>it was discovered that Moot had become a magical girl
You mean he wasn't always?

>>39454553

A few more girls faint, less from the lewdness and more from the description itself. Others scoot away as Roland reveals his true love of the Emprah.

"Any questions?" he calmly finishes, taking another sip of tea.

The engineers are now leaning forwards on either side of Roland, watching him with rabid eyes.

"I think I want to summon an ork," says one, eyes glistening.

"I think I want to write yaoi smut about Eldars, considering how obviously gay they sound," says another, nose trickling with blood again.

The final engineer, who has a determined look in her own eyes, says to Roland, "no matter what it takes, I'm going to make you a fucking Space Marine before the end of the day. Say, how do you feel about surgery?"

"To become a Marine?"

"Yes."

"I have no problems with it." Roland stands up. "Shall we get started?"

You watch as the group walks away, all fawning over Roland, when you realize that he's just stolen away your girls. It's confirmed when he grins back at you, and you make out the words "Ninety-nine to ninety-eight, fucker."

>Go to bed. It's late.
>Browse 4chan for a bit. Just the right time to catch your favourite quest!
>(Write In).

>>39454559
Shogo is actually the QM of that same Harem thread.

>>39454673
No, unfortunately. But today he's taken the name Yotsuba and flies around using his Ban Hammer to kill Witches.

>>39454615
Gentle Caretaker Quest, where Akane Shogo babysits for magical girls! That's what this quest has become anyways.

>>39454720
>Browse 4chan for a bit. Just the right time to catch your favourite quest!

>>39454720
>Go to bed. It's late.

>>39454720
>>Browse 4chan for a bit. Just the right time to catch your favourite quest!

>>39454720
>Browse 4chan for a bit. Just the right time to catch your favourite quest!
Dammit, now I'm curious. about how shitty these futuristic captchas are that is

>>39454720
>Go to bed. It's late.

>>39454720
Go to bed.

Dream about that butthurt Witch some more.

>>39454720
>Go to bed. It's late.

>wasting time on 4chan
what a loser amirite

>>39454746
>>39454755
>>39454767
>>39454787
>>39454794
>>39454826

It's a tie, so we'll do what we always do: combine. Writing.

>>39454899

You decide to multitask on the way back to your room, pulling out your phone and connecting to 4chan.

It started to die out around the time Reddit was, since Gem had managed to effectively cover the utilities of both websites, but 4chan had a massive resurgence around the time Moot revealed that he was a magical girl. It completely exploded, with every single board having some form of smut for weeks on end. Eventually, everything related to Moot and magical girls was shoved into a dark corner they called /mg/, where the smut has stayed ever since.

You, of course, being sane, prefer /tg/, but you can't help but browse /mg/ every now and then, especially recently with all of the events.

On the catalog, you actually spot a picture of you, Roland and Maggy, titled "Cyborg/Magical Girl/Magical Boy Smut Quest". You quickly open it in an incognito tab for later. You never know, right?

Finally, you reach your bedroom just as you finish your usual rounds of checking out your favourite threads and ensuring that Quest General, as always, has enough shitposting to be self-sustaining.

Done for the day, you collapse on the bed, and sleep.

---

And that's it for tonight, guys. I'll be around for a little bit to answer questions about the world itself, and about the quest too.

Twitter: https://twitter.com/artemisQM
Where I post updates. Highly recommend you follow, or keep it bookmarked, since I'll give links to the pastebin that I can actually update in between threads. The Cooking pastebin will be up there, too.
Archives: suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=ArtemisQM
I'll need my archivefriend to store this away again, titled Magical Soldier Quest #3, and the description of "You learn of your dark, edgy past, make food better than an eight foot tall cyborg, and get some magical girls interested in 40K."

>>39455025
thanks for running

>>39455066
Always a pleasure. We'll probably be continuing next week, but again, I'll be updating the pastebin continuously, adding more info about the world around you. Maybe I'll make a pseudo-/mg/ board for you guys to browse if you want, filled with that authentic feel of shitposting.

>>39455025
Thanks for running!
Do all countries have separate organizations to cooperate with Em-Gees, or is there on international one?
Which cities were particularly wrecked by the Coven's attacks?

>>39455025
Thank's for running!

Archived here: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/39445558/

>>39455131

The Council, originally the most senior and most powerful of magical girls (give you an idea: Eliza is only the oldest in Chicago. You can go meet Joan of Arc if you want, later). The Council then expanded to have a magical girl per area along with two mortal representatives, bringing it up from about a hundred to about three hundred. Unlike the UN, they have actual power, and fuck over anybody who doesn't listen. A year after the Coven Event, they freed North Korea and turned it into the centre of Em-Gee power.

Cities particularly affected are all major cities, including Chicago, New York, San Francisco, Austin, London, Tokyo, you name it. North Korea, apparently, was not affected, for reasons unknown, though it's suspected that it's because that was the Coven's base.

>>39455215
Scary how much society now depends on MGs.

How does technology fare with the open usage of magic? Only used for military application?

>>39455215
So what's the difference between witches and magical girls? They clearly have similar abilities (albeit the witch abilities are clearly "darker" in nature), but it's not obvious to me whether or not a witch is just a magical girl who, for whatever reason, has flipper her shit and gone evil. I mean, witches have witch-space, which is similar to MG hammerspace, and they've also got all of their magic, which can probably be categorised in similar ways for both sides of the coin.

>>39455287
Magical Girls don't really give any fucks about militaries, so you can buy magical items on the civilian market, but they're mostly bespoke items that cost quite a bit. That said, there are enough magical girls that "through a friend" you can get something.

Along with that, there are magical girl tournaments, where different districts face off against each other in a fight (you may be in one of those) and also some trade shows with different inventions, since alongside the basic magics that every Em-Gee knows is an actual magic system that one can use to do it all, if a bit more slowly with more set up.

Technology has changed, but less about being magical and more about ASUS and such hiring Em-Gee contractors to build them factories in days that are completely environmentally friendly and shit like that. Tech is cheaper, develops faster, and has less regard for normal physics,

>>39455355
A few differences.

Witchspace is not the same as hammerspace. Hammerspace is a location within a magical girl *or* Witch where you can keep non-living things indefinitely. Similar to UBW, or Mami. Witchspace is actually the name for anything that isn't normal Earth, with dimensions just meaning an actual space. So dimensions are Witchspace, but Witchspace isn't just dimensions. If you play Elite Dangerous, it's like that, plus dimensions.

Yes, Witches are like Em-Gees. Difference is, they got either too much darkness in their system at the very beginning (kinda like you, or monster-girls which exist in this setting) or by absorbing darkness later and being unable to remove it.

>>39455432
So, is it possible for a witch to not be bad? Or does the darkness irrevocable taint their very soul yadda yadda edge warning?

>>39455468
Nope, not at all.

But of course, when you're constantly hated just because you got a little extra magic flowing through you, well, fuck everyone else, right?

That said, the Oracle and Circe in Greece are both Witches, and there are a few other Witches who've survived solely because they're so fucking old no one can touch them.

Research into Darkness declares it as a Schedule I drug with psychedelic affects and long-term health benefits. But also the whole part where you're not human anymore makes people nervous enough to ban it. You can still buy it, though, if you're up for the chance of becoming a demon. Bad Trips on Darkness are really, REALLY fucking bad trips.

>>39455432
So we're powered by darkness but not its bitch then. My prophecy came true after all.

So they consider these Witches/Monster Girls lost causes? Maybe there's others like us that came back from the brink (we DID have the option to shove the dark off, we just used it instead) or some hanging on the edge of caving.

>>39455524
Read >>39455521

Along with that, you're still a special case. After all, you can manipulate Darkness (through your Absorbing and Redirecting) without necessarily being a magical girl. So yes, you're not Darkness's bitch.

As a note, you have not seen a single Tsukaima. There are none. Magical Girls is just a thing that's happened that's only been recently documented.

>>39455570
We have our mission set.

We have a unique power. We toss everything they throw at us back at them. And then some.

We were a Magical Girl, for five seconds. Never again.

We're a Badass Conductor. And a Badass Converter, sucking up any form of magical energy and throwing it out as BADASS.

>>39455215
>You can go meet Joan of Arc if you want, later
>A year after the Coven Event, they freed North Korea and turned it into the centre of Em-Gee power.
...huh. Biiig changes.

>>39455025
Anyway, thanks for running.
Imma sleep now.

>>39455659
Have a lovely night.
>>39455630
Indeed. Just gotta watch videos of the National Magical Girl Tournaments and figure out how you're gonna take first.

>>39455705
Stay classy. I'll have to remember to check your twitter. Safe to say you intend on weekend runs?

>>39455705
Thanks for running, Boss.