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General Synopsis/Quick Introduction: As the subject line implies, this quest will be taking place within the Nasuverse

For those not as well-read into TYPE-MOON's works, please do not feel overwhelmed or threatened; I will do my best to ease as many of you in as possible

The quest will NOT begin with a focus on the main character, but rather on his great grandfather. The one who brings this entire shit show into fruition via his penis.

In a normal post you can expect me to provide four options with the fifth being a prompt for write-ins.

Thank you in advance for any consideration you may give this thread and please feel free to offer any criticism or feedback.
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Previously - We were all introduced to Elijah Brinwell, the Great-Grandfather of our actual main character, whose adventures we play through in a sort of flashback meets prologue. We were then introduced to our main character Elijah the Second, ass-kicking King of the Nerds at Raven Hills Collegiate Institute. We took part in a fight with a local bully, discovered our crazy 'Grandpa Eli' might not be as crazy as he seems. Also, cuckoldry; is it inheritable?

Archived Thread - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/39807947/
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Ready when you are OP.
>tfw I have to go to FNM in an hour
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Your life has changed considerably. It's been almost four years since you last saw the love of your life, four years since you left for the City of Toronto. You've spent a majority of your time in this city simply making sense of the mess you were left. You're certain there's SOMETHING your father hasn't told you about the family business out here, but you just can't quite put your finger on it. Similarly, you're having trouble putting your finger on why exactly there's a masked man straddling you, attempting to choke the life out of you.

The room is far too dark for you to make out anything beyond the man's silhouette, but you can tell you're outmatched in terms of strength and weight; you've always been something of a slim fellow and while you are no dandy, this fellow has, at least, 8 or so kilograms on you. There's no easy way out of this one.

Grabbing hold of the man's wrists, you can feel the powerful muscles straining under what feels like loose flesh and though you pray with all the might you can muster, the man's grip remains like iron. You continue to pull as best you can when you hear a soft whisper coming from all around, it seems.

'Buck your hips as hard as you can and all at once. At the same time, slide your hands up his right arm until your left is on the inside of his elbow and your right is at his tricep; press on the inside of his elbow and on his tricep as you buck your hips'

Who the hell is speaking? And how the hell are they speaking so fast?
A) Listen to the voice
B) Keep pulling at his wrists with all your might; you're Elijah Brinwell, you can do this!
C) Beg him to stop; rather be alive and a coward than dead and brave
D) Scratch at every bit of exposed flesh you can feel
E) Write In
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>>39830456
Might want to actually make use of that twitter you made to announce and link to the new thread.

>>39830716
I know, I have my weekly D&D session in two.
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>>39830735
>A) Listen to the voice

>>39830745
>Might want to actually make use of that twitter you made to announce and link to the new thread.
This, also with archive links.
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>>39830735
>A) Listen to the voice

It worked for our "grandson."
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>>39830735
>A) Listen to the voice
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>>39830735
>A) Listen to the voice
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>>39830735

As your hands snake up his arms, you can faintly hear the man make a noise of confusion, which is quickly followed by a grunt as you buck your hips. Soon, the two of you are falling clean off of your bed, you lying on top of him and your airways, thankfully, unobstructed.

'Straddle him, grab hold of his wrists and then smash your forehead downwards, into his face'

Due to having fallen off the bed, both you and your would be assassin are now in a strip of moonlight, so now you can make out more of the fellow's mask. It's nothing fancy, from what you can tell. It appears to be some sort of thin cloth stretched over his face to obscure his features and, but with a slit so that he can see.

Interesting.

Not interesting enough to stop you from listening to the voice, however. So, thrusting down, with your head at an angle, you smash your forehead into the face of the man who had just been trying to kill you. Then you do it again. And again, and again, and again.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you allow yourself to fall to the floor beside the man, gasping and nursing what feels like the beginnings of a truly monstrous headache.

Why hadn't the voice given you any warning about the dangers of using your head as a bludgeon? Also, where the hell had the voice even come from? But mysteries aside, you had priorities to get straight.

A) Turn a light on and unmask the assassin; who is this guy?

B) Turn a light on and call for help; he'll probably be just as unconscious by the time a servant or two gets here

C) Smash him with the lamp on your bedside cabinet; fuck unmasking him or asking questions; dead men may not tell any tales, but they also don't stab you

D) Run out the room and alert the servants that you've just been attacked
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>>39831045
>A) Turn a light on and unmask the assassin; who is this guy?
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>>39831045
>A) Turn a light on and unmask the assassin; who is this guy?
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>>39831045
E) Ensure that the room is secure and that there are no more of them
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>>39831045
Seconding >>39831172, if so then
>A) Turn a light on and unmask the assassin; who is this guy?

Though I doubt it's anyone we know.
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>>39831172
I forgot to include E) Write in, so I will accept this since that was my bad.

>>39831045
Getting to your knees, and ignoring the sensation of veritgo that nearly overwhelms you, you take glance over your bed and survey the room. You don't occupy the master bedroom of the estate, instead you converted that room into a study and use what was once the study as a bedroom.

Your room might be smaller, but the view out of your window is often worth it. In this case, the room being small works to your advantage, as it makes it far easier to sweep it for intruders. Thankfully, there are no more, beyond the one laying at your feet, of course.

So, stepping over the prone assassin, you turn on your lamp, bathing your room in a dull yellow glow. Hoisting the assassin so that he sat with his back against your bedframe in an upright position, you unceremoniously ripped the mask from his head.

You appear to have given him a nasty cut along his right cheek, and his normally impressive mustache has been stained with his own blood, but otherwise, it's easy to recognize the man.

It's none other than your late father's personal servant, the man who helped raise you following the death of your mother. The man who sent you countless letters pleading for you to attend the funeral of your father.

It's Bernthrum.

END OF PROLOGUE
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>>39831387
Your life has changed considerably. It's been almost four hours since you sent your best friend a text reminding her to bring her math textbook, and then left for school. You spent a majority of that time doing some last minute cramming with Jessie and Dante. You were certain there was SOMETHING you'd forgotten to teach them, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. Similarly, you're now having trouble putting most of the fingers of your right hand anywhere, considering you've sprained something.

The room is uncharacteristically bright and you get your first look at your 'Grandpa Eli' for the first time in almost five years. He looks almost identical to how he did five years ago. The only difference between then and now is that he's stopped dying his hair. But otherwise, he's still got that condescending smirk plastered across his face, he's still wearing a well-tailored dress shirt that shows off his impressive physique and he still gives off the air that he can manhandle pretty much anyone whenever he wants.

But he's not manhandling anything or anyone, not at the moment, anyways. No. He's invited you inside and has sat you down in his living room, a cup of steaming tea placed in front of you, with a pot sitting on it's appropriate coaster in the center of the coffee table. He's sitting opposite of you, sipping daintily at his tea, pinky raised, seemingly, completely at ease as you glare at him.

"So, what did you want to ask me?"

A) "What are you?"
B) "What am I?"
C) "How did I do any of the stuff I did today?"
D) Sip the tea "What type of tea is this; it's very good"
E) "How long have you been watching me?"
F) Write In
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>>39831624
>D) Sip the tea "What type of tea is this; it's very good"
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>>39831624
>D) Sip the tea "What type of tea is this; it's very good"
followed by
>B) "Oh yeah, what the fuck am I?"
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>>39831624
>D) Sip the tea "What type of tea is this; it's very good"
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>>39831624
>D) Sip the tea "What type of tea is this; it's very good"
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>>39831624

D) Sip the tea "What type of tea is this; it's very good"

With a little bit of

C) "How did I do any of the stuff I did today?"
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>>39831624
Sipping at the tea, for a moment you consider saying something, perhaps commenting on the taste or even asking him about what's going on with you. Instead you drain the cup. You drink the entirety of the liquid within the dish and lick at the insides, desperate for more.

You have never tasted something so GOOD! It's like someone liquefied every craving you've ever had and served it with a side of jasmine for you.

Ignoring all else, you throw the cup to the side, paying no heed to the sound of smashing china as you reach for the teapot. Only for your grandfather to pick it up before you can.

"I'm sorry grandson, but it seems you've forgotten your manners, so no more tea for you." he says as he turns the pot upside down, pouring it out onto the ground beside him.

Well, you can't have that.

You are predator and he is kine. Kine does not tell predator what to do, least of all when it is so old and feeble.

A) Calm down, you need to calm down. Take a seat, count to ten ju-
B) Go for the throat
C) Go for the eyes
D) Go for the groin
E) Write In
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>>39832078
>E) Write In
Focus. Take in everything. Do not kill, but do not calm down. Refocus it. Looks can deceive, wait and see what happens next. We know he is not powerless, is not kine. He would not just sit here. Just as the predator knows the prey, the prey knows the predator.
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>>39832078
I'm interpreting those "Go for the..." options as Attempt to Kill, Maim, and Cause Pain, respectively.

So
>D) Go for the groin
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>>39832078
>B) Go for the throat
We been taking rage roids?
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>>39832078
>A) Calm down, you need to calm down. Take a seat, count to ten ju-
What the hell, why did we go crazy for no reason.
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>>39832256
Inversion Impulse.
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>>39832078
>B) Go for the throat
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>>39832078
So, I am going to call normal vote casting here, and ask that players choose from the following options, since we have a tie at 1.

>A)Focus. Take in everything. Do not kill, but do not calm down. Refocus it. Looks can deceive, wait and see what happens next. We know he is not powerless, is not kine. He would not just sit here. Just as the predator knows the prey, the prey knows the predator.

>B) Go for the groin

>C)Go for the throat

D) Calm down, you need to calm down. Take a seat, count to ten ju-
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>>39832326
A
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>>39832326
>A
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>>39832326
D
Manners are important! Can't have tea without manners.
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>>39832326
>>A)Focus. Take in everything. Do not kill, but do not calm down. Refocus it. Looks can deceive, wait and see what happens next. We know he is not powerless, is not kine. He would not just sit here. Just as the predator knows the prey, the prey knows the predator.
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>>39832326

D) Calm down, you need to calm down. Take a seat, count to ten ju-
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>>39832326
>A
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>>39832219
I'd hope it means violence otherwise going for the groin will make this scene get very weird very quickly.
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>>39832078
>>39832326

The world slows to a crawl, the liquid pouring out from the teapot swells and ripples as it plummets towards the floor. You can hear the whispers again, but they're louder this time. Even louder than they were when you were fighting Carlos. It wasn't an issue when they were all saying the same thing, but they're all saying something different now. All of them are giving you advice and there's just too much of it. You are predator, and while the old man might not be kine, he is still not predator. Not like you.

But these voices! It's giving you a headache and you can smell iron. You close your eyes and clap your hands over your ears, and then you scream. It's not loud, it's not the loudest sound you can make. But you can feel the pressure easing, so you keep it going.

When you are finally finished, you can hear laughter, howls of it. Opening your eyes you see your grandpa Eli has replaced the teapot and is laughing at you. Blatantly laughing at you. He's pointing and everything.

"Th-th-that's fantastic" he chokes out "I-I-I've never heard a person try to make a wendigo howl"

Suddenly, he stops laughing and holds out a napkin "Here, clean up that nose bleed and ask your stupid questions"

A) Refuse the napkin "Just explain what the hell is going on!"
B) Refuse the napkin "Did you just drug me!?"
C) Accept the napkin "What is a 'wendigo howl'?"
D) Accept the napkin "Am I some kind of demon?"
E) Write In
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>>39832654
>E). What is going on? What the hell was in that tea? What's a Wendigo howl, and why are there voices in my head urging me to kill you?
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>>39832654
>D.
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>>39832654
>C
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>>39832654
>>39832698
this
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>>39832654
E) Touch nose, see blood, accept the napkin, and actually use it to stop the nose bleed, then look up at old man for a few moments. If he doesn't say anything, then go for C, because that seems the most pressing.
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>>39832654
Thirding >>39832698
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>>39832654
Ignoring 'Grandpa Eli' and his offer of a napkin you launch into a series of questions, paying no heed to the blood slowly beginning to cake on your face. When you finally run out of immediate questions to ask, you slump back into your seat, arms crossed, glaring at the old man. The stereotypical image of teenage indignation, with the addition of a nose bleed and a hand with three unbending fingers.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa little man. One question at a time" he chuckles as he unceremoniously drops the napkin into the puddle of cooling tea laying beside his chair.

"Now, promise not to over react while I explain all of this, because it might take a while. So, I managed to cut off just a little bit off the tip of my pinky since you last while cooking." at that he wiggles his bandaged pinky at you before continuing "I decided that it would be wasteful of me not to put it to use, so I ground it up and used it in the tea you just drank"

As you stare dumbfounded at the man who just admitted to feeding you a piece of himself he continues, obviously indifferent to your disgust. "Normally, that wouldn't do anything to you, but given how poorly the experiment turned out in your case, chances are, you were craving just a bit of longpig"

"The voices in your head is your piss poor attempt to recreate the talent that I possess. Mind you, it's downright laughable in comparison, but at least it's usable every now and then. What they tell you is always an answer to a question or problem you face. They're basically you attempting to use whatever method you can best imagine will result in your success. Though, the exact meaning of success is up to you"

(1/2)
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>>39833054
"You, are a complete and utter failure as an experiment into the potential of a Wendigo and a human hybrid. Unlike your brother and sister, you've retained almost no physical abilities from your Wendigo heritage. This makes you next to useless. Wendigo's usually howl because the sound is debilitating to their primary prey, humans. In your case, it just sounds like a cat is getting a c-section." At that your 'Grandfather' raises his feet so that they are upon the coffee table.

"Luckily, you seem to have potential as a psychic. It may not be MUCH potential, but given the near suicidal mix you have of Wendigo mentality and human physicality, it's basically your only saving grace. Truth be told, the only reason I've allowed you to live as long as you have was because I wanted to see whether or not you'd prove useful, and so far....you've honestly impressed me"

A) Snort derisively and say "Well, I'm glad I've proven to be so amusing"
B) "Wait, why have you been doing experiments?"
C) "...So....You're voldemort or something?"
D) "Y-you are certifiably insane, aren't you?"
E) Write In
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>>39833280
>B) "Wait, why have you been doing experiments?"
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>>39833280
>B) "Wait, why have you been doing experiments?"
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>>39833280
E) Put your hands together and lower your head slightly. "As I suspected all along."
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>>39833280
>B) "Wait, why have you been doing experiments?"
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>>39833280

>B) "Wait, why have you been doing experiments?"
>C) "...So....You're voldemort or something?"
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>>39833280
E) "I was focusing on not killing you, you bastard. That is why it was so quiet. Because I was so busy keeping you alive."
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>>39833280
"I'm not sure what is happening, but fuck you anyway."
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>>39833280
"Wait, why have you been doing experiments?" you ask tentatively.

Suddenly, the old man jumps to his feet, his grin growing wider and wider. Looking at him, it's easy for you to understand that your question has him as excited as a kid on Christmas day.

"Oh, I am SO glad you asked that"

Chuckling to himself as he does so, your 'grandfather' makes his way out of the room, calling over his shoulder "Now don't go anywhere. Trust me, you're going to want to hear this". Disappearing into his private study, he lives you sitting in the living room.

You can't remember much about what you've learned about the Demon Hunters or Mixed-Bloods, but from what you can recall, if what Grandpa Eli has said is true, you'd belong to the latter category. As far as you know, Mixed-Blood refers to basically any being that shares a certain quantity of it's lineage with a supernatural being. There's a phrase for beings of that nature....but you can't really remember.

But given that you have a minute or two to yourself, you can probably rack your brain to figure out some more.

PLEASE MAKE A 1D100 ROLL
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Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>39833655
Time for failure!
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Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>39833655
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Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>39833655
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Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>39833655
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Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>39833655
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>>39833665
27 will make the roll

>>39833655

"Oh right" you mutter to yourself. Phantasmal Species is the catch-all term used when referring to any non-human creature found in myths or legends. The classifications are then further broken down into Magical Beasts, Demi-Humans and Transcendent Kind.

Assuming what your grandfather said is true, than it's pretty likely that one of your parents is a Demi-Human. But what does that say about your status as a psychic? Just as you begin to contemplate the implications, you find yourself interrupted by your 'grandfather', who bursts into the room carrying a thick envelope.

Slamming it down onto the coffee table, he grins at you as he takes a seat back down onto the love-seat he had vacated not too long ago. "This" he says as he gestures at the envelope "is all the information I have on the Brinwell family....my old family"

"You see, the reason I've collected all of this information is that I waged war on my family fifty-five years ago....that was before I gave up my humanity. Unfortunately, giving up my humanity meant that I could no longer depend on certain allies; so I decided to begin streamlining the process through which my children would assist me.I traveled the world, collecting as much information as I could because I knew that I would need soldiers. Men and women who could, and would, fight to the death for me and my cause."

"So, to answer your question. I've been doing experiments because I'm doing battle with a faltering empire, and I need a final surge from my troops to bring it's walls down"

A) "...I'm not your solider, you insane son of a bitch"
B) "Am I a danger to anyone I know?"
C) "What do I get for being a good little soldier?"
D) "Why didn't you tell me any of this before you chopped up a chunk of your wrinkled hide and fed it to me?"
E) Write In
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>>39834217
B) "Am I a danger to anyone I know?"
C) "What do I get for being a good little soldier?"
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>>39834217

>B) "Am I a danger to anyone I know?
>D) "Why didn't you tell me any of this before you chopped up a chunk of your wrinkled hide and fed it to me?"
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>>39834217
>D) "Why didn't you tell me any of this before you chopped up a chunk of your wrinkled hide and fed it to me?"
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>>39834217
>D) "Why didn't you tell me any of this before you chopped up a chunk of your wrinkled hide and fed it to me?"
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>>39834217
B) "Am I a danger to anyone I know?"
D) "Why didn't you tell me any of this before you chopped up a chunk of your wrinkled hide and fed it to me?"
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>>39834217
>C) "What do I get for being a good little soldier?"
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>>39834217
"Why didn't tell me any of this before you chopped up a chunk of your wrinkled hide and fed it to me?" you say, barely containing the rising frustration. You feel so powerless, all of this was decided without your input. Without your consent. And what's worse? You're not even sure if you can trust your parents or your siblings anymore.

What if they've already had this conversation? What if they've already agreed to be a part of this insane feud? What if you're alone in feeling cheated?

"Because I didn't feel like it" Grandpa Eli's tone has changed. The joviality is gone. He's all business now. "Look, I'm not going to sugar-coat this, nor am I going to demand anything of you. I'm just going to tell you exactly where you stand."

Flipping open the envelope and stopping somewhere in the middle, he gestures to what appears to be a letter. Stained and damaged with age, it is in a plastic cover. "That was sent to me in the mid 80's. It is a letter from a former contact specifying that he cannot assist me in my endeavors, due to a choice I made" at that, he flips over to a different letter, this one newer, and obviously a printout of an email. "That was sent to me in the early 90's, another one of my allies wishing me good luck, but informing me that they can no longer support me." Closing the envelope, your 'grandfather' leans back in his chair and glares at you over his tented fingers.

"Do you get it yet? We are alone in this. Our enemy, though weakening, has more resources, more allies and more troops. We are quickly losing ground in a war of attrition. Normally I would simply give up and walk away. But our opponents are not giving us that option. The Brinwell Family intends to wipe us off the face of the earth. And when I say us, I mean us and everyone we have ever cared about...including your friends."

"So it's time to make a choice, Elijah. Are you going to fight for the things you want or are you going to jam your head into the sand"

(1/2)
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>>39834802

A) "...Fine, I'm in"
B) "Why don't we just give them you and ask them to leave the rest of us alone?"
C) "Well, hell. Why don't I just go over to their side; sounds like they're the ones I should be fighting for"
D) "If I get out of your strange little blood feud alive...I am going to eat you alive, you twisted old bastard"
E) Write In
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>>39834870

>D) "If I get out of your strange little blood feud alive...I am going to eat you alive, you twisted old bastard"
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E) The sand sounds good. Well, certainly not good, but far better than siding with you.
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>>39834870
>A.
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>>39834802

Seconding >>39834900
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>>39834870
>E) Why are you even warring with them?
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>>39834870
>A) "...Fine, I'm in"
>E) "But I better get Hamon or a Stand out of the whole deal. Or something better, I don't know."
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>>39834870
>A) "...Fine, I'm in"
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>>39834870

>A) "...Fine, I'm in"
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>>39834870
>A) "...Fine, I'm in"
>E) If it was just me, I could just jam my head into the sand. But you had to go and get my friends involved.
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>>39834927
Seconding this, show off our inner weab.
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>>39834870
>E.) Fine I'll work for you, until i get an out or a better offer. After all, isn't that what you taught me?
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>>39834870
So, once more, we are at a tie. So, once again, please vote on the following two options.

A) "...Fine, I'm in"
"But I better get Hamon or a Stand out of the whole deal. Or something better, I don't know."

B) The sand sounds good. Well, certainly not good, but far better than siding with you.
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>>39835010
seconding, gain the old coots respect
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>>39835145
>A
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>>39835010
Second
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>>39835145

>A
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>>39835145
>B) The sand sounds good. Well, certainly not good, but far better than siding with you.
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>>39835145
>A
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>>39835145
>B
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>>39835145
>>39835145
Can this be added into contention too?
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>>39834870
A) "...Fine, I'm in"
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>>39835145
>A
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>>39835145
A) "...Fine, I'm in"
"But I better get Hamon or a Stand out of the whole deal. Or something better, I don't know."
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>>39835145
>B
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>>39835145
>A) "...Fine, I'm in" "But I better get Hamon or a Stand out of the whole deal. Or something better, I don't know."
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>>39835145
"...Fine, I'm in" you whisper, deflated. Clapping his hands, your 'grandfather' gets to his feet and opens his mouth to say something, only for you to cut him off.

"But I better get Hamon or a Stand out of the whole deal. Or something better, I don't know". Glancing up at him, you can tell by his expression that he either did not understand what you just said or is simply too surprised by it to respond. For a moment, neither of you say anything, you, holding his gaze, feeling an odd sense of triumph to have rendered him so speechless and him simply staring back.

"I'll, uh, I'll see what I can do" he mutters, breaking eye contact and glancing at the clock above the doorway into his private study. "You should probably head home, bandage that hand of yours up and get some rest. I need you back here tomorrow, ready and willing to get started on your training".

Nodding, you get to your feet and make your way outside, careful to avoid using your injured hand, which is really starting to throb now.

"Screw going home; it's like 2 PM"

A) Head to the drop-in clinic near Anna's house; you really DO need to get your hand wrapped up and the hospital is way too far
B) Head directly to Anna's house; you really need to check on Toby and Anna and there's no way they wouldn't head over to her place
C) Head to that corner-store down the street; you can probably bandage this on your own, and it would give you time to pick something up to eat. You're pretty hungry
D) Head to your house, the old man might be a jerk, but he's not wrong about needing your rest. Plus, you have a first aid kit in the basement.
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>>39835478
>C) Head to that corner-store down the street; you can probably bandage this on your own, and it would give you time to pick something up to eat. You're pretty hungry
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>>39835478
>C) Head to that corner-store down the street; you can probably bandage this on your own, and it would give you time to pick something up to eat. You're pretty hungry
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>>39835478
>D
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>>39835478
>C) Head to that corner-store down the street; you can probably bandage this on your own, and it would give you time to pick something up to eat. You're pretty hungry
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>>39835478
>C) Head to that corner-store down the street; you can probably bandage this on your own, and it would give you time to pick something up to eat. You're pretty hungry
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>>39835478
>B) Head directly to Anna's house; you really need to check on Toby and Anna and there's no way they wouldn't head over to her place
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Can we fuck Tony?
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>>39835478
>C) Head to that corner-store down the street; you can probably bandage this on your own, and it would give you time to pick something up to eat. You're pretty hungry
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>>39835664
Only if he wears a skirt.
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>>39835708
I'm sure we could convince him.
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>>39835478
Having made your choice, you hop onto your bike and make your way over to the corner-store down the street. Offering a greeting to the jovial asian man who runs the store, you purchase the appropriate supplies and stop in the restroom to clean the blood from your face. It's already caked on pretty good, so while it takes a bit of work, it comes off without too much hassle. As you leave, you drop a loonie into the 'Children's Relief Fund' box he has beside the cash register.

Sitting on the curb, you do your best to bandage your hand, and straight your fingers. Finally, once you are satisfied with your work, you hop back onto your bike and consider the options ahead of you. It's still only 2:20, so, in theory, you have most of the day ahead of you.

I NEED A 1D100 ROLL PLEASE (feel free to include it with your choice of destination)


A) Head to Anna's house; Toby and Anna should be there, and it wouldn't hurt to check up on them
B) Head to the art supply store two blocks away. Jessie works there and you two haven't had a conversation since you kissed three weeks ago.
C) Head to a nearby fast-food place; you're pretty hungry
D) Head to your house, maybe take a nap or ask your mom about some stuff
E) Head to the drop-in clinic near Anna's house; maybe get someone to take a look at this bandaging, make sure it's right?
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Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>39835890
>B
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Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>39835890

>A) Head to Anna's house; Toby and Anna should be there, and it wouldn't hurt to check up on them

They're probably still pretty worried.
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Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>39835890
>A) Head to Anna's house; Toby and Anna should be there, and it wouldn't hurt to check up on them
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Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>39835890
>D) Head to your house, maybe take a nap or ask your mom about some stuff
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Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>39835890
>B) Head to the art supply store two blocks away. Jessie works there and you two haven't had a conversation since you kissed three weeks ago.
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>>39835890
>B) Head to the art supply store two blocks away. Jessie works there and you two haven't had a conversation since you kissed three weeks ago.
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>>39835890
>B) Head to the art supply store two blocks away. Jessie works there and you two haven't had a conversation since you kissed three weeks ago.
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>>39835890
>A)
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Poor Anna, anons are already dropping her.
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>>39836079
Anons are horny bastards and have no time for friends, only waifus.
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>>39835890

>A) Head to Anna's house; Toby and Anna should be there, and it wouldn't hurt to check up on them
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>>39836096
She could be a waifu if only anons tried. Remember, Toby is only her boyfriend to hide the fact that he's gay.
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>>39836253
But she choose him and likes him. We don't like her in that way, we like Jessie.
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>>39836276
>Implying a kiss means we like her
Hell it's established we're acting weird for all we know it was us taste testing her. In the semi-cannibalistic sense.
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Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>39835890
A
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>>39835917
A 5 will make the roll

>>39835890

The aching in your hand far more manageable, you pedal your way over to the art store. The change in the neighborhoods vibe being subtle, but not going unnoticed by you. You've gone from the well-to-do area right into the hipster area. Skidding to a stop, as you so often do, you hop off your bike before it has even had time to stop and sort of half, walk-crash it into the bike rack in front of the library. The library sits across the street from the art store, and as you lock your bike up, you catch a glimpse of your reflection in the library window.

Your brown hair, which you've only recently had cut, has been tussled by the wind so that a tuft of it stands at attention. Your dark brown eyes are ringed on their underside by patches of flesh darker than your usual olive skin. Gulping, you reach up to adjust the tufts of hair that are sticking up, only for them to spring back to their original position.

Sighing, you give up and simply make your way across the street and enter the art store. The scent of paint, brushes and canvas are immediately evident. However, what is not immediately evident is any sort of employee of the store. Despite the bell at the top of the doorframe having rung, no one has greeted or you or appears to be manning the register.

A) Call out, perhaps someone will answer
B) Walk down the aisles, perhaps you'll bump into someone or figure out what's going on
C) Forget this and head over to Anna's house; at least you know someone will be there
D) Forget this and grab something eat; seriously, you are getting pretty dang hungry
E) Write-In
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>>39836496
D) Forget this and grab something eat; seriously, you are getting pretty dang hungry
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>>39836496
>B) Walk down the aisles, perhaps you'll bump into someone or figure out what's going on
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>>39836496
>B) Walk down the aisles, perhaps you'll bump into someone or figure out what's going on
Blood bath walk into when?

Also is this roll under?
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>>39836496
>D) Forget this and grab something eat; seriously, you are getting pretty dang hungry
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>>39836496
>D) Forget this and grab something eat; seriously, you are getting pretty dang hungry
We cannot escape our hunger
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>>39836496
>C
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>>39836496
>A) Call out, perhaps someone will answer
Nothing bad could possibly happen.
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>>39836496
>D) Forget this and grab something eat; seriously, you are getting pretty dang hungry
At this rate we gonna eat someone.
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>>39836555
Eiher that or he's only taking the first roll, which isn't really a good practice for d100.
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>>39836496
Rend, Slaugther, Devour our enemies!
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>>39836611
>which isn't really a good practice for d100.
Why?
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>>39836637
It discourages voters and player interaction and can fuck players over if one anon rolls badly.
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>>39836496
>D) Forget this and grab something eat; seriously, you are getting pretty dang hungry
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Surprised that the old man hasn't inverted.
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>>39836555
Sighing with equal parts disappointment and relief, you turn and leave the store. However, just as the door begins to close behind you, you hear a shout of "Eli! Wait!". The voice is familiar and as you turn, just a step away from the curb, you find yourself face to face with none other than Jessie Saunders.

Tanned skin peeking through the holes in her well-worn and paint splattered star-wars t-shirt, Jessie seems to have only just finished working on some sort of project. Her cargo shorts, which you're fairly certain are made for men, seem to be laden with wet paint brushes and she isn't wearing any sort of footwear. On anyone else, the entire ensemble would make them look like some sort of beach bum, but on Jessie, it just looks casual. She doesn't seem to be wearing any make-up, not that she usually does, and though she looks as though she hasn't slept, it doesn't detract from her looks much.

Smiling at her, you try to say something, but immediately realize she was about to do the same, so you stop to allow her to speak, only to realize she's done the exact same thing. For a moment, neither of you say anything, both intent to let the other speak first, but as the moment stretches on you both lose concentration and break out laughing.

Three weeks be damned, you've always enjoyed 'talking' to Jessie. But, you should say something

A) "I'm about to grab something to eat; wanna come along?"
B) "It's good to see you Jess...you look good"
C) "What's with the outfit; going for that 'too poor to care' look?"
D) "I've had a hell of a day; let's grab some green and then grab some munchies"
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>>39837115
>A) "I'm about to grab something to eat; wanna come along?"
>B) "It's good to see you Jess...you look good"
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>>39837115
>D) "I've had a hell of a day; let's grab some green and then grab some munchies"
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>>39837115
>A) "I'm about to grab something to eat; wanna come along?"
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>>39837115

>>39837143
this
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>>39837115
>A) "I'm about to grab something to eat; wanna come along?"
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>>39837115
>A) "I'm about to grab something to eat; wanna come along?"
Jesse a shit
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>>39837115
>B) "It's good to see you Jess...you look good"
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"I'm about to grab something to eat; wanna come along?" you ask, gesturing towards the east, the direction opposite of where you came from. If your memory serves, there should be a McDonalds or something in that direction. Jessie doesn't even give you a moment to be nervous as she immediately smiles at you and says "Why yes. I believe I DO want to come along" and with that, she begins to walk in the direction you pointed out. Walking down the street, you see pockets of other high school students, most from other schools, but a couple from the one you attend. They nod politely or simply ignore you, but otherwise, nothing of note occurs in regards to them.

"You know, it's good to see you Jess" you mutter, glancing at Jessie. She appears to have put her glasses back on and is busy tying her long, brown curls into a ponytail. Smiling at you around the hair-tie she currently has clenched in her teeth she does her best to express to you her agreement. "You look good" you add suddenly. Stopping suddenly, Jessie takes the hair-tie from her mouth and ties her hair up. For a moment, Jessie's dark brown eyes, you're always astounded by just how dark they are, seem to waver and the tension between you two skyrockets.

Jamming her hand into one of her pockets, Jessie never breaks eye contact with you as she says "Hey, hold something for me, will ya". She says it more like a statement than a question and you offer her your palm. Immediately, Jessie takes a step forwards and drops....nothing into your palm. Instead, she intertwines her fingers with yours and continues walking as if nothing had happened.

It appears the two of you are now holding hands.

Walking down the street, holding hands with Jessie, you can't help but feel today has taken a turn for the better.

(1/2)
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>>39837553
>Walking down the street, holding hands with Jessie, you can't help but feel today has taken a turn for the better.
Way to jinx yourself.
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>>39837553
>you can't help but feel today has taken a turn for the better
Time to invert when we are alone!
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>>39837553
"You know, I thought you were avoiding me" Jessie admits as the two of you wait in line for your orders to be taken. Smirking at that you can't help but respond "That's actually kind of funny. I thought YOU were avoiding ME". Smiling at one anther, you find your discussion broken up by a sudden buzzing, emanating from your pocket. Frowning down at it, you take it out and glance at the caller ID on display.

"ANNA"

16 UNREAD TEXTS

Whoa. Looks like while you've been riding around and dealing with your hand, Anna's been trying to reach you. For a moment you're confused as to why your phone hasn't rang, but then you recall that you switched it to silent just before your Math exam earlier in the morning. Well, it appears your consideration for school rules has come back to bite you. Anna has even been forced to resort to calling you.

"Who's calling you?" Jessie asks, half jokingly.

A) Say "It's Anna; I gotta take this" and immediately answer while in line
B) Say "It's Anna; I gotta take this, hold our place in line" before stepping away and getting some privacy
C) Say "It's my mom" and step away to get some privacy
D) Say "It's my mom" and answer while in line
E) Write In
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>>39837773
...Forgot to include the word phone anywhere in that post.
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>>39837773
>C) Say "It's my mom" and step away to get some privacy
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>>39837773
"Its Anna, She's worried cause i busted my hand on Carlos' head saving Tony's ass. Let me talk to her so she doesn't keep blowing up my phone."
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>>39837818
Seconding this, secrets suck dick.
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>>39837773
>C) Say "It's my mom" and step away to get some privacy
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>>39837773
>"Its Anna, She's worried cause i busted my hand on Carlos' head saving Tony's ass. Let me talk to her so she doesn't keep blowing up my phone."

Let's go with honoribu.
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>>39837818
+1
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>>39837773
"Its Anna, She's worried cause i busted my hand on Carlos' head saving Toby's ass. Let me talk to her so she doesn't keep blowing up my phone." You say apologetically as you accept the call.

Even as you open your mouth to cut off whatever drivel Anna is going to hit you with, you find yourself cut off. "AM I UGLY!?" she shrieks over the line. Surprised, you hold the phone away from your ear and blink at it for a moment. "Uh, what?" you reply feebly. This is not at all going as you were expecting it to. "Am I ugly, Eli? Is that why Toby turned gay? Am I just not pretty enough?" you can hear Anna sobbing over the line as she continues to spew forth with her dismay and woe.

It seems the cat is out of the bag in regards to Toby's sexuality and the falsehood of his relationship with Anna. She sounds pretty upset about whatever is going on and she's crying loud enough that everyone in line is staring you, Jessie included. Hell,there are even a few sitting in booths or at tables stealing glances at you.

A) Tell Jessie you have to leave and try to comfort Anna over the phone as you head over to her house
B) Hang up the call and tell Jessie you have to go to Anna's house to deal with the fallout of her dead-in-the-water relationship
C) Hang up the call, tell Jessie 'Everything is fine' and proceed with getting food
D) Tell Anna you'll be there as soon as you're done with a very important errand. Then proceed to get food and hang out with Jessie for a while
E) Write In
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>>39838129
B) Hang up the call and tell Jessie you have to go to Anna's house to deal with the fallout of her dead-in-the-water relationship

Lying is not the way to a waifu's heart. Let the waifu wars begin.
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>>39838129
A) Tell Jessie you have to leave and try to comfort Anna over the phone as you head over to her house
I don't think she will like us abandoning a friend, even to be with her.
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>>39838129
>B) Hang up the call and tell Jessie you have to go to Anna's house to deal with the fallout of her dead-in-the-water relationship

Jessie i do apologize. Can i take a rain check? Between the fight, my Uncle deciding to be a dick and this, i am having one of those days. I really would rather spend time here, but i'd be a shit friend and shitty guy if i left Anna like that. Hopefully i can pick up the pieces quick and we can draw or hang out later.
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>>39838129
>A) Tell Jessie you have to leave and try to comfort Anna over the phone as you head over to her house
>B) Hang up the call and tell Jessie you have to go to Anna's house to deal with the fallout of her dead-in-the-water relationship
Either one is fine by me
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>>39838129
> D) Tell Anna you'll be there as soon as you're done with a very important errand. Then proceed to get food and hang out with Jessie for a while

Jessie a pure and perfect waifu that has been keeping herself clean for years waiting for us to notice her and give her our love

Anna is used goods, and a shit
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I bet we'll be cucked
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>>39838129
>A) Tell Jessie you have to leave and try to comfort Anna over the phone as you head over to her house
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>>39838243
Only if we go for Anna.

I mean, her boyfriend's left her and just look at how quickly she's throwing herself on another guy's dick.
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>>39838345
It was a fake relationship.
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>>39838345
It runs in blood. I bet we aren't even our father's son.
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>>39838129
>D) Tell Anna you'll be there as soon as you're done with a very important errand. Then proceed to get food and hang out with Jessie for a while
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>>39838129
>A) Tell Jessie you have to leave and try to comfort Anna over the phone as you head over to her house
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Just think here as its a type moon quest does that mean best girl won't win?
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>>39838470
But Arcueid won.
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>>39838470
No, it just means there is no route for best girl.
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How long until we meet the Saber clone?
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>>39838496
Thats the point anon.
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>>39838496
Ciel Harem End for Life.
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>>39838524
Just before we meet the Rin clone, or the girl who has been raped to the point of insanity
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>>39838503
So Anna route was never a thing from the start. Pity.
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>>39838781
Wasn't rin a clone of the girl with black hair but even more shitty.
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>>39838817
You talking shit about Akiha m8?
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>>39838830
The sister who lost in her own route?
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shouldn't this be on /a/?
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>>39838854
You see, this is what happens when you get a bunch of Nasutards like us sitting in one place waiting for OP to not be a faggot and post
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>>39838800
I bet you like worm slut.
>>39838854
Move quests deserve to be there imo
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>>39838854
I know I'm stupidly taking the bait, but /a/ dooesn't allow quests.
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>>39838129
Apologizing to Jessie as you do so, you make your way out of the restaurant. As you leave, you can see Jessie smiling sadly. "Yeah, no. Don't worry about it...I'll probably just grab a burger and head home anyhow" she says as you turn your back on her.

Stepping out of the restaurant, you immediately turn towards the bike rack....and remember that you left your bike chained in front of the library. Which is about three blocks to the west. Cursing yourself mentally, you continue to do your best to console your best friend as you jog towards your bike.

When you finally find yourself back on your bike, you've managed to calm Anna down enough that she is no longer crying hysterically, and is only hiccuping every now and then, obviously still troubled, but not manic.

"And you know what's worse? Now I'm angry at homosexual people. Like, as a whole. And I'm tolerant. I even did that assembly thing at the start of the year" She continues as you peddle over to her house.

When you finally arrive, having tuned Anna out and focused on not crashing into anything while having a phone pressed to your ear, you find none other than Toby, sitting on the curb outside Anna's house, looking downright defeated.

Hopping off and dumping your bike on the curb not too far from him, you get Toby's attention and he jumps to his feet. It looks like someone has done some first aid on his face, the swelling has gone down a bit and he looks less like a horror movie extra, though he does look pretty scared and sad...somehow equally so at the same time.

A) Forget Toby. Focus on Anna for now and try to comfort her
B) Put your hand over the speaking end of your phone and whisper "What is even going on?!" to Toby
C) Drag Toby with you into the house; he started this shit, he needs to be there to fix it
D) Give Toby the phone and instruct him to make peace with Anna before heading off, you MIGHT be able to catch Jessie before she gets home
E) Write In
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>>39838852
Those endings are the best fucking endings, like the one where Sakura ends up being a shell of a person maintaining a house for a man who will never return.
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>>39838923
>worm slut
Who?
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>>39838923
No one likes worm slut.
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>>39838934
>B) Put your hand over the speaking end of your phone and whisper "What is even going on?!" to Toby
>C) Drag Toby with you into the house; he started this shit, he needs to be there to fix it

In that exact order.
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>>39838934
>B) Put your hand over the speaking end of your phone and whisper "What is even going on?!" to Toby
>C) Drag Toby with you into the house; he started this shit, he needs to be there to fix it
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>>39838934
>B) Put your hand over the speaking end of your phone and whisper "What is even going on?!" to Toby
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>>39838934
When will the teen drama end?
>>39838981
>>39838996
You really want him to be a cuck huh
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>>39839027
Cuck this cuck that. W/e. Friends not killing each other is more important than sex.
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>>39838934
B) Put your hand over the speaking end of your phone and whisper "What is even going on?!" to Toby
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>>39838934
> D) Give Toby the phone and instruct him to make peace with Anna before heading off, you MIGHT be able to catch Jessie before she gets home.

Can't you guys see that Jessie is infinitely superior? Shit, she has a job, she's chill as fuck to be around and is TOTALLY into us.
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>>39839027
The best ending in the Nasuverse have you not be with a girl in the end as you manly sacrifice yourself to achieve yr goal, so no. I want our protag here to achieve his ultimate form just to die an a crappy death alone and unmourned
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>>39839065
I vote for suppressing our inversion impulse in both of their asses.
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>>39838934
>B) Put your hand over the speaking end of your phone and whisper "What is even going on?!" to Toby
>C) Drag Toby with you into the house; he started this shit, he needs to be there to fix it
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>>39839079
Anon please ends like that are shit but I do like them
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>>39839079
But UBW didn't end like that.
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>>39839191
Actually it did, GARcher didn't end up with Rin, having being cucked by himself from the past, and he sacrificed himself in his fight against the man who cucked him (Himself) "Cause his ideal was beautiful"
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>>39839267
>cucked by himself
That's a whole new level
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>>39838934
Demanding answers from him, seems to cause Toby to burst into tears as he struggles to convey what exactly happened. From what you could gather, Anna took Toby to her place to help patch him up before her parents came home. Eventually, she misread the signals and attempted to kiss him only for him to back away from her and blurt out that he was gay. It snowballed from there and now things seem irreparably messed up.

Why are your friends so inept emotionally and socially!?

Sighing, you grab hold of the sobbing Toby and drag him towards the house. He's the one who started all of this, so he's the one who's going to end it. As you approach the door, you take notice that it's ever so slightly ajar. That's odd, Anna hates to leave doors ajar. She always either leaves them wide open or shut.

Whatever, not like it matters.

Bursting into Anna's entrance way, you find her mother, sprawled on the floor, seemingly soundly asleep. For a moment you're concerned she might be dead, but then she snores loudly and relief washes over you. You've always liked misses Lee, she's a nice woman.

Taking stock of the room, you catch sight of Anna's elder brother, fast asleep at the kitchen island they had installed when the kitchen got remodeled. And beside him, Anna's father.

From the basement, which Anna claimed as her bedroom, you can hear jabbering, which you know to be Anna, still complaining about her relationship or how it has effected her. Glancing at Toby, you notice that he is staring at something out on the street behind you, so you turn and standing there, back to the high, spring sun is Jose. Carlos' twin brother. The one who ISN'T a sociopath.

He appears to be smiling, right at you in particular.

"Hola, Mi amigo" he shouts as he pulls his t-shirt over his head, revealing a physique even more impressive than his brother's as well as a series of odd tattoos and an incredibly complex array of geometric shapes.
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>>39839320
>series of odd tattoos and an incredibly complex array of geometric shapes.
Oh fuck runes
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>>39839320
Today, is a good day to die.
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>>39839320
"You know, I've always liked you Eli. I really hoped the naming choice was an unhappy coincidence. But if the fight with my brother proved anything...it's that it wasn't" he says as he begins making his way up the walkway.

An odd feeling rushes through you, and an even odd concept flashes through your mind. "Oh good, more food" you think as Jose saunters towards the house.

"Now, I'm going to have to kill you, and your little friends" and with that, Jose thrusts his arm forwards while shouting...something. In response one of his tattoos flashes.

And the world....slows to a crawl.

END OF #2
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>>39839430
I hope we actually eat someone
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And that will be all for Nasuverse Quest #2: Sins of the Father.

Please join me on Saturday (Tomorrow), May the 09th at 1:00 PM MDT as we begin Nasuverse Quest #3.

I'm going to be lurking, maybe answering a few questions. So please feel free to join me.

Feel free to follow the QM Twitter account for updates. https://twitter.com/NasuTtg

I'd like to give a shoutout to the players who have offered me, the newbie that I am, some advice.

So thank you anons >>39830745
>>39830800

Also, I'd like to thank some people. a special thank you to the Anon who sent me the twitter message. You know who you are.

And finally, thank you to everyone who took part in the Quest today. I couldn't do this without you.
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>>39839430
shit, time to man up
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>>39839619
Let's hope our esper and half-blood powers are enough to beat a rune user
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>>39839619
>>39839696
Inb4 we create an aura area effect like the Wendigo howl with both powers combined.
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So what's the dealio with MC, I'm guessing he's not a Magus. Is the half bloodedness like Akiha's? Also, I knew psychics were in the Nasuverse but I have no idea what they can do.
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>>39839848
hes as half- blood, with the magical half being Wendigo
and psychic is the catch all term for "normal" people with strange powers, like the guys from Kara no Kyouki
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>>39839848
Wendigos aren't really a thing in the Nasuverse, as far as I know. I'm sure they exist somewhere in the Nasuverse, but they never appeared in any TYPE Moon work I've read. With that having been said, I decided to simply shoe horn them into what I believe was the most fitting Phantasmal Species category, which just happened to be Demi-Human.

Psychics are actually fairly common in the works by TYPE Moon. You've more than likely encountered one as a character at least once, assuming you've read any of their works. The term refers to basically any human whose mind is capable of comprehending, and thus accessing, any sort of 'channel' not native to humans. Strictly speaking, this means it can be applied to quite a few characters. The Nanaya can be considered psychics, due to their pure eyes as can a number of other characters due to their strange abilities.

So to answer your question concisely, yes, Elijah is a Mixed-Blood character, much like Akiha. Though their phantasmal species are different.

And Psychic is a very broad term in the Nasuverse.
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>>39838854
Probably would make more sense, but if they made it on /a/, /a/ would bitch that this belongs on /tg/ and a while back moot decided quests do belong on /tg/ so there you go.
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>>39840441
>moot
Who?
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>>39840629
just some cuck
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I thought our name was Shiki
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>>39841715
When someone suggested that, I immediately dismissed it. However, given the character's choice of friends and hobbies, I decided to take it in stride.

As such, the character's legal name is not Shiki. Instead, his ex-weaboo/deviantart username/fanfiction.net profile name is 'Shiki'. Toby calls him that because he knows it embarrasses him. It's good natured ribbing, based on the fact that the character has, supposedly, 'outgrown' his weaboo status.
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>>39842969
So is our name Elijah Brinwell as well? We're going to need call Grandpa Eli after this is done won't we?
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>>39843040
No. The Main character's full name is Elijah Alexander Shostak. He is related to Elijah Brinwell on his mother's side, so he has his father's surname.



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