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 This particular installment of the quest will be continuing our latest trend of beginning with our main character, instead of with a prologue featuring his Great Grandfather, whose penis began this entire shitshow. 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.
>>39937276Previously - We committed our first murder! Yay? We also finally got to eat somebody, which, apparently, places so deeply into the throes of our Wendigo urges that we have trouble differentiating between friend, foe and food. Luckily, we regained control just in time to avoid eating our two friends and then take a nap. Unfortunately, we then had to explain to our friends what's going on, how it is affecting them and how we intend to help. Then we set up a date with a pretty artsy girl, to the chagrin of our best friend, and then our best friend kissed us. So, it seems we've become both a lady and a general-people killer. Archive - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Sins+of+the+father
>>39937384>deeply into the throes of our Wendigo urges that we have trouble differentiating between friend, foe and foodRape when?Obviously with Honeypots, mollusks, absurd seafood references and the usual "It feels so good I want to vomit".
>>39937441>HoneypotsThis one is ok.
>>39937502What about the jars of menthol?
>>39937384Today has been a hell of a day. Between the bike rides, the high school drama, the supernatural reveal and your exam, you feel completely drained. As it turns out, you did not, in fact, pass out during the late afternoon and sleep through the night, but rather, you passed out and woke up only a few hours later. Right now, it's around 8 PM, but your short 'nap' has done nothing to alleviate your fatigue. Thankfully, your Grandpa Eli has seen fit to allow you to rest on the Lee's couch as Anna, Toby and he clean up the rest of the house. Between the three of them, despite the fact that Grandpa Eli only arrived about half an hour ago, they've managed to get the living room into semi-recognizable condition and have even moved the still sleeping, elder Lee's into their respective bedrooms. They can get impressive amounts of work done when they put their minds to it, it seems. Watching them working so hard, you can't help but feel a bit lazy, just laying there on the couch. A) Get up and attempt to help; you're still pretty messed up, but you can at least help Anna mop up the puddle of blood in her entrance way B) Get up and ask if you can do something; better to make sure your body can actually handle any sort of work than to just jump in C) Just lay there; you're way too hurt to do anything D) Whisper something to Grandpa Eli *Write in a maximum of 3 questions* as he picks up pieces of the glass coffee table
>>39937539Damn that dialogue is shit.
>>39937579>B) Get up and ask if you can do something; better to make sure your body can actually handle any sort of work than to just jump in
>>39937579>D) Are there investigators for this kind of thing?
>>39937441>>39937539Don't even worry about it; If there is ever a sex-scene in this quest, it'll read like a brochure for the lovechild of an Aquarium, Bee-keeping convention and pharmacy.
>>39937766I knew I could count on you OP.
>>39937579Struggling to rise, you gasp and grunt, hand clamped to your heavily bruised side. As you finally get back onto your bottom, sitting on the couch you realize your Grandpa Eli has been watching you with a look seemingly comprised of equal parts exasperated and amazement. You maintain eye contact with him for a moment, stubbornly refusing to back down before his silent reprimand. "Can I he-" "No" "But I-" "No" Your Grandpa Eli continues to cut you off while never breaking eye contact. A small part of you want to laugh but a much larger part wants to stand up just to spite him. Fortunately, that part is not given enough time to mount any sort of action as you find yourself gently, but assuredly pushed back down so you are lying on the couch. "Listen to me Eli" your 'Grandfather' whispers, so as to not attract the attention of Anna in the entranceway and Toby out front. "You are far more injured than you realize. Your hand will be fine, as will your back, but your rib is probably broken and you utterly exhausted. So, we are going to finish up here, I am going to call a contact I have in the local Police Department and then we are going to go to my house. All three of us. Okay?" You're pretty sure that okay was asked rhetorically buuuut... A) "I thought you didn't have anymore allies?" B) "How did you even get a 'contact' in the local police?" C) "Why are we taking Anna and Toby with us?" D) "How did Jose do ANY of the stuff he did?" E) Write in
>>39937934>B) "How did you even get a 'contact' in the local police?"
>>39937934>D) "How did Jose do ANY of the stuff he did?"Followed by: >E) are there any other Brimwell servants around that I should know about?
>>39937940Glad you could make it; Have a laughably messed up illustration of Eli to start you along
>>39938008How much was he blazing? He looks stoned.
>>39938031He was only trying to take a whiff, but when you've got a schnozz that big, taking a 'whiff' is not an option.
>>39937934>D) "How did Jose do ANY of the stuff he did?">>39938008Dat sexy nose
>>39937934"How did Jose do ANY of the stuff he did? Also, are there any other bad guys I should keep an eye out for? Because I'd prefer to imagine I've fulfilled my 'getting jumped' quota for the summer" you whisper, starting out fairly calm but swiftly growing more frustrated. You hate to feel useless or out of your depth, but more and more it seems that you're losing your grip on your own life. For a moment, it seems Grandpa Eli might be apologetic, but then his expression shifts back into amused neutrality and he begins to speak. "Jose was probably not one of the 'bad guys'. The runic tattoos he had on himself were fairly fresh and he seemed to have very little experience in their use. More than likely, the person who sent him is a direct agent of the Brinwell Family" your grandfather answers, clearly avoiding answering the full intent of your questions. Stooping to pick up a chunk of glass near the couch, he begins working on clean-up as he continues to answer. "But I'm not going to beat around the bush. Jose was little more than a pawn. About five years into the 20th century, my brother discovered a way to bastardize the way magic and 'prana' worked within the human body. He could, in theory, sort of invest a small portion of prana from another individual into someone of his choosing using runes. Of course, that probably means jack to you given you know next to nothing about magic or magi, but, the important bit to take way from it is this: He could take average, everyday folks and turn them into sub-par magi. It wasn't perfect, but it was doable. It seems that's how Jose was doing the things he was doing" "Now. REST!" your 'grandfather' orders as he turns his back on you and falls silent. (1/2)
>>39938274We better be prepared for 1v1 when the time comes..
>>39938274Awaking with a start, you sit up in bed, a cold sweat having settled on your skin and your heart hammering away in your chest. However, you do not feel fear, not really. Rather it's ore a sense of...exhilaration that's rushing through you. Though you try to remember the dream that awoke you, you find yourself unable and so fall back onto your uncomfortably moist pillow. Odd, you don't sleep in a bed this large....nor do you have a painting of a countryside manor hanging on your wall. Nor is your room this large. For a moment, you're confused and worried; have you been kidnapped in your sleep? No, wait, now you remember. You fell asleep on the couch while at the Lee's and only woke up JUST long enough for Toby and your Grandpa Eli to guide you to one of his guest rooms. Sighing, you slip out from under the sheets and realize you only wearing your t-shirt and underpants from yesterday. For a brief moment you wonder who took your pants off, but then you dismiss the thought and simply begin the journey towards the guest bathroom down the hall. The hall is unusually bright this morning; it seems your grandpa Eli wants Toby and Anna to feel welcome. As you shut the bathroom the door behind you, you get to work making yourself presentable for the day. Finally, after about twenty minutes, you descend the stairs into the living room and find yourself staring at Anna, Toby and your grandfather, enjoying a breakfast around his coffee table. A) Say "Good morning" and join them B) Say "Good Morning" and immediately go after the bacon; there's only two strips left C) Say nothing; go for the bacon and one of those pancakes. D) Do not join them; simply observe them while staying on the staircase E) Write In
>>39938467>B) Say "Good Morning" and immediately go after the bacon; there's only two strips left
>>39938467>A) Say "Good morning" and join them
>>39938467Eli is only putting forth the minimal effort to try and control his hair nowadays; it's grown far too powerful, far too quickly.
>>39938467>C) Say nothing; go for the bacon and one of those pancakes. Need to eat
>>39938467>B) Say "Good Morning" and immediately go after the bacon; there's only two strips leftDat greasy baconny goodness.
>>39938467>D) Do not join them; simply observe them while staying on the staircaseThat bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon. That bacon.
>>39938467Knowing your 'grandfather' he has no doubt charmed the two of them into giving him a break on any questions; he's always been good at avoiding responsibility. With this in mind, you descend the stairs, a slight smile on your lips as you exclaim "Good Morning" and receive a chorus of similar greetings from the trio around the coffee table. Keeping your grin on your face, you take a seat in the last empty chair and stack your plate with bacon first and then some of the other, lesser, non-pork based breakfast items. Soon, the three around you begin making small talk once more, comparing ideas of what they might do for the summer. As the last of the bacon disappears into your maw you make a decision to end this peaceful discussion and get to the meat of the issue. The fact that all of you are in mortal danger, and are probably not ready for it. A) Ask "So, do you know who it was that gave Jose those tattoos and ordered him to watch me?" B) Ask "Do any of those plans factor in that we might end up dead when the Brinwell agent makes their next move?" C) Say "Stop. Stop talking like this is a normal visit; we're here because I had to fight off a magic-wielding assassin yesterday. So, let's talk about THAT" D) Ask "Why are Anna and Toby here? Neither of them knows how to fight, nor do they have any powers or anything" E) Write In
>>39938823>B) Ask "Do any of those plans factor in that we might end up dead when the Brinwell agent makes their next move?"
>>39938823>D) Ask "Why are Anna and Toby here? Neither of them knows how to fight, nor do they have any powers or anything"
>>39938823>B) Ask "Do any of those plans factor in that we might end up dead when the Brinwell agent makes their next move?">I'm assuming Anna and Toby are here because you're using them to insure my cooperation or they have potential in of themselves for whatever you're planning.
>>39938823Snorting with derision as Anna begins speaking about her summer job, you succeed in getting all eyes on you "So, do any of you plan on inviting the Brinwell agent along on? What, are you going to ask them to volunteer with you at the daycare, Toby? How about you Anna? Are you going to tell them how awesome this cross-country road trip you've been planning is? No" your voice drips with sarcasm as you speak. Anna has begun to frown and looks almost ashamed of herself, Toby is looking away from you and looks slightly frightened. Your grandfather on the other hand...he appears perfectly calm. That irritating old coot! Turning to face him, you sneer as you speak "And what about you old man? Why are Toby and Anna still here? THAT certain you can't control me huh? Well, news flash, I might be hurt right now but I'm going to be fine in a few weeks and there's no way you can keep them long enough for me to not get back at you for even considering using them as hostages. You don't mean to sound so venomous, but this is all so crazy and everyone sitting here, laughing, eating...it's so absurd. Fortunately, it seems your grandfather gets that. "That's not at all why Toby and Anna are here." he says, still smirking at you. "Toby is here because his father has an extensive firearm collection and has taught him how to shoot. He's a far better shot than you and though he seems to have trouble facing his fears, he is a loyal and capable friend." The more he speaks of Toby, the more the boy blushes and refuses to meet anyone's gaze; it seems he's not used to be complimented or spoken about so positively. "Anna, on the other hand, has no such skill. However, she has taken a number of first aid courses and is not afraid of blood. Similarly, she has a keen interest in people and seems to be able to read their foremost intentions fairly well." with that, your grandfather digs about in his breast pocket and takes out a folded piece of paper. (1/2)
>>39939325>seems to be able to read their foremost intentions fairly well.And that's why she was fucking a gay guy
>>39939325As the paper is returned to it's original size, you notice an extensive array of writing and geometric shapes you cannot identify. Frowning as he does so, your grandfather places the paper on the table and you notice that the side he has left up has nothing but the outline of a hand upon it. "This is a device an old friend from the church gave to me as a gift. It is capable of judging a person's skills, physical abilities and any other exceptional traits they may have. It is not perfect and it can be imprecise when dealing with particular powerful people, but in this case, it should be invaluable." "So, I need all three of you to place your hand within that outline. Please do so one at a time, however."Anna immediately glances at you, obviously unsure how to proceed. Toby on the other hand looks, while apprehensive, oddly eager. He only glances at you for a second before saying "If it's alright with you guys, I'd like to go first"A) Allow Toby to go first; he seems like he wants to B) Ask Anna to go first C) Demand Grandpa Eli go first D) Volunteer yourself to go first E) Write In
>>39939424>A) Allow Toby to go first; he seems like he wants to
>>39939392I'm always confused as to where you guys got the idea Anna and Toby had sex. Anna only got confirmation regarding Toby's sexuality during his most recent attempt to avoid kissing her.
>>39939424>A) Allow Toby to go first; he seems like he wants to I assume your One such Particularly powerful person grandpa?
>>39939460They were dating for more then a month course they fucked even if they weren't that into it
>>39939490>Virginfags still thinking as soon as you get in a relationship all you do is fuck
>>39939490Anon, people can go years and date without fucking, stop be an inversion.
>>39939537So you saying after being in a relationship for over the month it's not usual if they haven't fucked? I guess the girls I know are easy then.
>>39939424Stretching to be able to do so, Toby places his on the paper and for a moment, nothing happens. Then for a moment, it seems like the paper simultaneously ripples around Toby's hand and letters bleed to the top of the paper, as if Toby had somehow slipped liquid ink under neath. Staring in wonder, Anna, Toby and you watch as the ink finally settles in a manner that it can be read. Name: Tobias McIntyre Age: 16Gender: MaleHeight: Sixty-four inchesWeight: 103Species: HumanPARAMETERS: Strength - E (Whoa....you are WEAK aren't you?) Agility - D (Huh, seems you're pretty average in this department, go figure)Endurance - D+ (Weird, you seem to have quite a bit of practice taking a beating) Mana: N/A (No such luck amigo; no special juice for you)Luck: B (Whoa whoa whoa! Wait, what? How are you this lucky? HOW?!?)Skill: C (Odd, you don't seem to have many skills, but the ones you do have are weirdly well developed)EA: N/A (Second verse, same as the first)Skills: Marksmanship (Firearms): C+ Survival: C Dancing: CSubterfuge: CExplosives: C
>>39940022So he's Agent Fabulous Survivalist?
>>39940022Weight is supposed to read "103 lbs" and writing continuation now
>>39940022>Strength - E (Whoa....you are WEAK aren't you?)>Rank E is 10x an average human>Agility - D (Huh, seems you're pretty average in this department, go figure)>Rank D is 20x an average human>still gets beat up for being a faggot
>>39940095These aren't Servant parameters, silly anon.
>>39940095This is on the human scale anon, not the heroic spirit scale.
>>39940022Reading over the paper, a feeling of suspicion settles over you and, for a moment, you consider how difficult it would be to get Toby in a headlock. Not that difficult, all things considered. As injured as you are, you've got reach and weight on Toby. Glancing up from the paper, Toby makes eye contact with you and you can feel your urge to act upon your suspicions gain weight. However, just as you are about to leap into action, laughter rings out through the room. Breaking your staring contest with Toby, you watch as your Grandpa Eli continues to hoop and holler, obviously enjoying what he's reading. "Wh-what is this!? Why is it written like this? Toby, what have you been doing in your free-time" your grandpa asks between gasps for air. Toby appear mildly embarrassed as he answers sheepishly "I've been playing a lot of role-playing games, reading some books...you know, getting ready for summer campaign nights" after his pause, he looks at you and Anna, prompting the two of you to nod. Toby is the anime club's usual story teller, especially during the summer, where he usually hosts sleepovers . Nodding, as his laughter peters out your Grandfather offers an explanation "I suppose that makes sense; the paper expresses one's capabilities in the manner it considers best for your understanding. When I used it for the first time, it basically gave me a poem. Was not fun reading through that." your grandfather grimaces at the memory but forges on "In your case, it seems that arbitrary letter categories are the best way for you to understand your own capabilities" he mutters.Well crap, now you can't help but imagine how yourself or Anna measure on that scale....but first...A) Ask Toby to explain why he has those skills and why are they 'developed'B) Ask Toby to further explain how the letter categories workC) Say nothing, but prompt Toby to move his hand and have Anna replace him D) Say nothing, just replace Toby
>>39940244>B) Ask Toby to further explain how the letter categories work>C) Say nothing, but prompt Toby to move his hand and have Anna replace him
>>39940244>B) Ask Toby to further explain how the letter categories work
>>39940244>C) Say nothing, but prompt Toby to move his hand and have Anna replace him
>>39940244A) Ask Toby to explain why he has those skills and why are they 'developed'B) Ask Toby to further explain how the letter categories work
>>39940095These >>39940133>>39940136anons got it. It wouldn't make sense to use the Heroic Spirit scale for any of the characters, especially considering how little they know about heroic spirits. The scale that the paper is using is for humans and is designed by Toby the instant he makes contact with it. Judging normal people by the standards of heroic spirits would be next to useless; even the lowest of categories would be far beyond your average man's capabilities, let alone a bunch of teenagers.
>>39940244Raising a quizzical eyebrow you ask Toby "Do you mind explaining what those letters are even supposed to mean?". For a moment he looks deeply confused, but then he seems to grasp where the confusion lies and begins to explain, you notice, with great enthusiasm. "Well, I've been designing this game for us to play next week, and it uses a letter system to designate just how strong or fast or whatever else, your character is. So, the mechanic states that every character begins with all of their stats D rank, which is average for a person. You're only given enough points to raise your parameters to C Rank, which is above average, but not necessarily out of the ordinary; just the kind of guy who hits his goal, say 3/5 times instead of 2/5." he shows no signs of stopping, so you exchange a glance with Anna and smile ever so slightly. Toby always gets like this when he gets a shot to explain a game he's designed. "Now, each letter category can also be expressed as a phrase or a percentage. The percentage simply expresses what you roll under to succeed at that thing. However, once someone gets a high enough proficiency in something, that percentage can exceed 100%, in which case, every percentage above acts as a negative situation modifier when facing someone with a lower phrase or letter category and works to express the idea that you are SO GOOD at what you two are obviously competing in, that you literally outclass them" with that, Toby seems quite pleased with himself. You notice, as he spoke, that the wording and letters expressing his parameters and the like blurred ever so slightly before snapping back into focus. Odd. You nod at Toby and then slap Anna's arm lightly to get her attention. Thrusting your chin in the direction of the paper, you get her to replace Toby's hand with her own on the paper. The ripple and 'bleeding ink' effect kicks back in and soon, Anna's capabilities are on display.
>>39940654For a moment, Anna's name category shifts and warps between english and what appears to be Chinese, before settling upon English. Name: Anna LeeAge: 17Gender: FemaleHeight: Sixty-four inchesWeight: 98 lbsSpecies: Human (Magus)PARAMETERS: Strength : E (You'd have trouble lifting something that weighs twenty pounds less than you, let alone your own weight) Agility : E+ (So close to average, yet so far; you trip pretty easily)Endurance : D (With a bit more cardio, maybe you'd make an alright runner) Mana: F (Well, lady luck was not shining upon you when your magic circuits were being given; you have, at most, maybe three or four?)Luck: D (Neither good or bad; every now and then you lose a dollar and every now and then you find one.)Skill: C- (You're actually quite good at a few things)EA: E- (Actually, you could probably learn to use some of your abilities pretty well)Skills: Driving: C Cooking E Insight: C+/F- (ohhoho! If you'd just stop trying to run away from unpleasant truths, you'd probably be A LOT better at this)Perception: D+ Leadership: D+ Medicine: C- Abilities - Magus: Seems you were born unlucky as a Magus. You have next to no natural aptitude and your years of negligence have left you near crippled, in terms of what your magic circuits can do. They are underdeveloped and quite fragile. I'd be careful even trying to use any magecraft. Reading the paper, Anna seems deeply confused and she looks up at Grandpa Eli, who seems only mildly amused. He then looks at you pointedly, as if expecting you to do something A) Ask "Anna, did you know that you could use 'Magecraft'?" B) Say "Don't worry about any of this; we'll figure it out together" C) Say nothing. Replace Anna's hand with your own D) Ask "Anna, can you please move your hand for a moment?" and then look pointedly at Toby. He should try to comfort her while you check out your own capabilities E) Write In
>>39940899>E) Say "Don't worry about any of this; we'll figure it out together" Replace Anna's hand with your own.
>>39940899>D) Ask "Anna, can you please move your hand for a moment?" and then look pointedly at Toby. He should try to comfort her while you check out your own capabilities
>>39940899>A) Ask "Anna, did you know that you could use 'Magecraft'?" >B) Say "Don't worry about any of this; we'll figure it out together"
>>39940899>B) Say "Don't worry about any of this; we'll figure it out together"Also, what is EA again?
>>39940899>B) Say "Don't worry about any of this; we'll figure it out together, I'm sure Gramps would love to teach you some magic too, Maybe you can learn to use those runes."
>>39940899>B) Say "Don't worry about any of this; we'll figure it out together"
>>39940977EA doesn't exist on the 'Heroic Spirit' scale. But in this case, it stands for Exceptional Abilities. Simply put, it's the stat that measures just how many super-human abilities you may have or just how super they are.
>>39940899D) Ask "Anna, can you please move your hand for a moment?" and then look pointedly at Toby. He should try to comfort her while you check out your own capabilities
>>39940899Placing a hand on Anna's shoulder you mutter "Don't worry about any of this; we'll figure it out together". She glances up at you and you can see that confusion has given way to desperation. You try to make your smile warmer, but it seems to have no effect. Patting her, you place your hand over hers and then slip yours into it's place. She'll still be sad by the time you're done reading what you can do, right? The paper does it's job once more and you can read Name: Elijah ShoshtakAge: 16Gender: MaleHeight: Sixty-Nine and a half inchesWeight: 138 lbsSpecies: Mixed-Blood (Human and Wendigo)PARAMETERS: Strength : D+ (You're stronger than your average person of your size) Agility : D+ (So close to average, yet so far; you trip pretty easily)Endurance : C+ (Takes a licking and keeps on ticking) Mana: A- (Geez Louise! Who are you? Iron Man? Where is all that power coming from)Luck: E (Wow. You really have shit luck, huh?)Skill: C (Huh. You're no expert at half of the stuff you can do, but you know the basic principles)EA: B- (You have quite a few abilities, though most of them kind of suck)Skills: Unarmed Combat: D+ Marksmanship (Bow): D+ Marksmanship (Firearm): D+ Insight: C- Survival: D+Stealth: D+Perception: C Leadership: C+ Medicine: D+ Abilities - Wendigo Psychosis: You honestly believe you are a Wendigo, don't you? Wow, that must suck. Seems you were born with the basic mentality of a Wendigo, but most of the abilities are missing. You've adopted a persona, which you've maintained for years, but every now and then, that persona slips. You are, as far as human psychology would be concerned, insane. Wendigo Physiology (Optimal Healing): You heal sort of like a Wendigo. You technically don't heal faster than a human, but you heal at the quickest possible rate that a human would, and you tend to heal back to whatever state you SHOULD be in. (1/2)
>>39941711Agility should read "D+ (So close to average; you rarely trip, but you aren't anything special)
>>39941711>>whatever state you SHOULD be in.wait does that mean that the more we heal the more like a wendigo we shall become?
>>39941891I read it more as we don't get permanent injuries; we can't bust our foot bad enough to mean we won't be able to use it the same way ever again, I think.
>>39941891Found the bad end!
>>39941711Wendigo Physiology (The Rush): Your adrenaline is just BETTER than your average man's. If you worked at it, you could probably learn to release your adrenaline on demand. Wendigo Physiology (Pure Gluttony): You can adopt bits and pieces of the people you kill. However, in your case, due to your lack of crucial abilities, you can only gain access to non-physical things. Psychic Ability (Reallocation): You have the ability reallocate some of your potential as a psychic into any other abilities you might have. Shame you don't really have any other abilities, right? *ERROR* 3Y3 0F 7H3 M1ND *ERROR*: ?????????Frowning down at the paper, your grandfather seems as confused as you are. However, it soon seems like something has dawned upon him and he leans back in his chair, obviously astonished."Seems I was wrong about you boy; you don't have my ability at all. Well, not naturally, anyway. It seems YOUR ability is the ability to make other abilities you have better." What?A) "What does it mean, 'persona' and how am I insane?" B) "What does that even mean? My ability is the ability to make other abilities better?" C) "Wait, that second one, does that mean that the more I heal the more like a wendigo I shall become?"D) "I thought I wasn't a magus? Why do I have so much 'mana?' Also, what is 'Mana'?" E) Write In
>>39941891Good question. So good, I included it as an option in the next post.
>>39941948>D) "I thought I wasn't a magus? Why do I have so much 'mana?' Also, what is 'Mana'?"
>>39941948>E. I'm assuming you need something else besides mana to be a magus. Will my healing turn me into a wendigo, or does it just mean I don't have to worry about being crippled for too long and might be able to regrow a limb if I use it. Also it seems I steal non-physical abilities thanks to whatever wendigo breeding I have, so I assume the strengthening bit is a natural reaction considering my excess mana and little physical talent?
>>39941948>Eye of the MindNeat.>D) "I thought I wasn't a magus? Why do I have so much 'mana?' Also, what is 'Mana'?"Also, when we first tried to use the Wendigo shout, didn't the narration say we weren't shouting as loud as we could? Does that mean we still have the potential to make it good?
>>39941948C) "Wait, that second one, does that mean that the more I heal the more like a wendigo I shall become?"
>>39941948>It seems YOUR ability is the ability to make other abilities you have better."
>>39941948 "I thought I wasn't a magus? Why do I have so much 'mana?' Also, what is 'Mana'?" You ask, obviously confused. As if attempting to answer, the page ripples around your hand, grabbing your attention. As you stare down at it, you can see the ink forming the word "mana" blurring away and being replaced with the phrase "ESP". "Seriously, what does that even mean?" you whisper, frustration growing. Why do there always seem to be more questions than answers? Toby taps his hand on the coffee table, getting your attention. He seems to be smiling. "I think I know what it means. If you're currently thinking about using my games as a reference point for the paper to use, you're probably thinking of my last one. Remember? Mana was a stat on the character sheet, but all it really referred to was an unidentified power that fueled the PCs abilities. That's probably what the paper is trying to express to you". Staring at him, you want that to make less sense, but the more you think about it, the more can't help see the logic in it. The paper was more than likely not intended to be used by anyone outside of whatever group Grandpa Eli got it from, so it was probably having trouble conveying information to you. Good thing Toby was so levelheaded. Lifting your hand from the paper, you relax back in your chair and stare at your grandfather. Something isn't right. E :"Hey, I thought you said psychics weren't a certainty. That it was pretty much up to chance for a person to develop any power, let alone a power they may want or need" GE :"It is" E:"Then why do I have such a fitting one. Most of my abilities are next to useless, but that one where I gain new abilities and the one where I can make the ones I have better seem to be perfect for each other; what gives?" For a moment, your grandfather looks confused but then he shrugs. "Who knows, maybe it's just your Wendigo heritage; you should ask your father when I take you home later" Wait, that's not right(1/2)
>>39942410E:"Dad won't be home until around 11 PM, no point in driving me home that late if I can just stay the night here" you say, suspicion beginning to mount. G:E"No, your father works from home....right?" Your Grandpa Eli seems to be growing more concerned the more he speaks about your father. E:"No; he does construction or something. D-doesn't he? That's why his clothes are always dirty and why they sometimes have blood or stuff on them?" Silence. Oh shit. GE: "Elijah....I think we need to get to your house" A) Tell him to take Anna and Toby home first; they don't need to be around for thisB) Ask Toby and Anna to get home on their own; the buses around here are pretty frequent and it would cut the time for your trip down immensely C) Take Toby and Anna with you; you have no reason to expect anything dangerous....right?D) Take Toby and Anna with you, but drop them off at the nearest major intersection; they can catch a bus and they'll be out in public E) Write In
>>39942500>C) Take Toby and Anna with you; you have no reason to expect anything dangerous....right?Eli vs. Daddy Round 1!
>>39942500Ask to get Jessie and warn her she could be in danger.
>>39942500>C) Take Toby and Anna with you; you have no reason to expect anything dangerous....right?
>>39942500>C) Take Toby and Anna with you; you have no reason to expect anything dangerous....right?Gramps you just told me I was half Wendigo, I thought you spliced it into me. How the FUCK could you forget that shit?
>>39942500Also seconding this >>39942549.We do need to bring Jessie into the circle.
>>39942549Sounds like an Idea
>>39942549>>39942576>>39942615For what purpose? She's an outsider in this.>>39942500>B) Ask Toby and Anna to get home on their own; the buses around here are pretty frequent and it would cut the time for your trip down immensely This is our problem, no need to involve others into this/
>>39942634>For what purpose? She's an outsider in this.>This is our problem, no need to involve others into thisThey're ALL involved already, simply by virtue of being our friends.
>>39942634what this wise anon said>>39942666She's our friend and possibly our girlfriend. They will go after her.
>>39942634As we are dating her and our friends are now targets, it should be clear anon.
>>39942666>>39942686>>39942696Might as well gather the rest of our (specified and unspecified) friends in this then.
>>39942703We don't have any other, we are in the anime club retard.
>>39942703We're the nerd king all the other named people are dead or not our friends. and you know nameless npcs don't count.
>>39942703Well, that's risky. The twins were options to be our friends back in the first thread, right? And now one of them tried to kill us.Jessie PROBABLY wouldn't have become romantically involved with us in the first place if she knew she'd eventually have to try and kill us. Chances are overwhelmingly that we can trust her. Other friends, not so much.
>>39942757>implying Jesse isn't a HoneytrapTrust no one. Not even yourself.
>>39942500>>39942703You and grandpa, for lack of a better phrase, have sprung into action. Between the two of you, you have gone through the house, collecting a few essentials. You have the keys to his vehicle and his key to your house and he appears to have a pistol....why does he have a pistol? "Grandpa El-" "No. Don't ask me about it, don't acknowledge it. Forget you saw it at all" Your grandfather's words sound like a command as he slips the pistol under his light, spring coat. It appears he intends to show up to your house armed. Well, better to not dwell on it than anything else. So, turning to Toby and Anna, you jerk your head towards the door and the four of you leave the house. Slipping into the front seat, you leave the entire backseat to Toby and Anna and hand your grandfather his keys as he slips into the driver's seat. In return, he hands you a mouse gun. He taught you about these ones. Guns so small they weren't good for much else than their ability to be concealed. "What am I supposed to do with this? It's not like we're going to hit up by house with a drive-by" "No. We're not. You're going to slip that into a pocket, keep it there and hope against hope that we never have to use it" Well, that was cryptic. "Can we make a stop? We need to pick up Jessie" "Who is Jessie?" your grandpa asks as he backs out of his driveway. "She's....she's this girl I'm close to. I think we need to bring her in" "No. We are not bringing anyone else in. Not right now. We have other things to worry about" A) "What else could there be to worry about than assassins from some weirdos with an army of Neville Long Bottoms?" B) "If my dad is a Wendigo, what does that mean, exactly?" C) "Why are YOU so concerned about my dad and where he works?"D) "Could my dad be the Brinwell agent?"E) Write In
>>39942972>D) "Could my dad be the Brinwell agent?"
>>39942972B) "If my dad is a Wendigo, what does that mean, exactly?" C) "Why are YOU so concerned about my dad and where he works?"D) "Could my dad be the Brinwell agent?"
>>39942972>C) "Why are YOU so concerned about my dad and where he works?">tfw our dad is part of the Church
>>39943014>random twintails on Kirei
>>39942972>B) "If my dad is a Wendigo, what does that mean, exactly?"Also, yay finally some actual Nasuverse stuff. Starting to wonder if this was just an oc world you made that you slapped 'Nasu' onto to attract players.
>>39943038>not getting the joke
>>39942972>B) "If my dad is a Wendigo, what does that mean, exactly?"
>>39943067>assuming people have watched all of your chinese cartoons
>>39943060OP DID say he was going to ease the quest into the Nasu shit, for the sake of anyone interested that isn't as familiar with it as most of us here probably are.
>>39943113You need to watch more Chinese cartoons then.
>>39943038>random>not recognising best girlpleb
>>39943134What is this, /a/?>>39943142>forgetting that red haired twintails is one of the most common anime character styles
>>39943060Most of the characters from the Nasuverse won't make any sort of appearance in the quest. Some because geography simply doesn't allow it and others because they are off doing stuff that has absolutely nothing to do with the quest, North America or any of the characters. I.e. Satsujinki has no interest in dealing with a bunch of teenagers; he's got undead and concepts to kill
>>39943170I was referring more to the overall concepts. Things like prana, Eye of the Mind, etc. I would really really like if we never encountered any canon characters, ever. Too much fanfiction at that point.
>>39943160You don't need to be on /a/ for someone to tell you to watch more Vietnamese picture shows anon.
>>39943216I wouldn't mind running into canon characters as long as it only happens at a certain cafe.
>>39943243This is /tg/, anon. I don't have time to watch more Korean shadowpuppets while playing traditional games.
>>39943317>not watching your Taiwanese puppetshows while playing traditional games
>>39943317>implying anyone on /tg/ actually plays traditional games.
>>39942972"You know, something has been bugging me" you say as you near your house. You have, perhaps, two minutes, until your group will be pulling up to your driveway. "If my dad IS a wendigo, what does that mean even mean? Also, what're the odds he's the Brinwell agent?" As you ask the second question, your Grandfather snorts, obviously amused by it somehow. "Not even a possibility; the Brinwell Family is your stereotypical magi bloodline. Ages and ages ago, they were a powerful bunch of magi who threw magecraft around as they saw fit and made a fortune. Then, as time went on, their descendants grew weaker and weaker in terms of magical aptitude, so they fled across the sea to the New World. They brought with them their haughty attitude and decades of frustration at their own faltering strength" the more your grandfather speaks of the Brinwell family, the more he grows visibly frustrated. "The bastards will do anything to win BUT, they will never step upon their own sense of entitlement or honor. So, we can depend upon them to never accept your father or any other 'lesser being' as a potential ally." Your grandfather says the phrase 'lesser being' as if it were ridiculous. "But, your father is still dangerous. I've been his friend for decades. More than half a century, and I've fought beside him for even longer. But I never forget that he is INCAPABLE of considering anything other than his species as prey. He is incapable of loving something that isn't like him. Which is why he was my last choice to marry your mother. He was and still is, predator through and through. The question is, has he decided the cattle is fat enough?"A) "Wait, my dad is going to try to eat my mom?" B) "Why would you ever let him marry your descendant?" C) "The more I hear about this stupid war, the more I think the lot of you are nuts" D) "Assuming he has gone full predator, what can I expect?" E) Write In
>>39943414>D) "Assuming he has gone full predator, what can I expect?"
>>39943414>C) "The more I hear about this stupid war, the more I think the lot of you are nuts">D) "Assuming he has gone full predator, what can I expect?"
>>39943414>C) "The more I hear about this stupid war, the more I think the lot of you are nuts" >D) "Assuming he has gone full predator, what can I expect?" >E If mom dies because of this bullshit I am going to kill him.
>>39943366>Completely missing the implication that I already do>>39943391>Implying anyone on 4chan actually watches Mongolian stage performances
>>39943414>A) "Wait, my dad is going to try to eat my mom?"
>>39943414>D) "Assuming he has gone full predator, what can I expect?" >E "If mom dies because of this bullshit I am going to kill him."
>>39943414>A) "Wait, my dad is going to try to eat my mom?">implying he didn't do that on wedding night
>>39943414"The more I hear about this stupid war, the more I think all of you are nuts" you mutter drawing a bout of giggles from Toby and Anna. As the car pulls up to your driveway, you can see your father standing in the doorway to your home. He seems to be standing in the shadows thrown your home, but something is off. You've seen people stand in shadows before and they never look quite like that. It's as if the shadows are collecting around your father. As if he's somehow grabbed them and wrapped himself up with them. You only know it's him due to the sheer size of the indistinct silhouette he seems to be casting. Never taking your gaze off of the shadowed figure you whisper "What can I expect if he's gone full predator?" "Well, assuming he comes at us with everything he has, he'll be about 3 or 4 times as strong and durable as your average man. He'll be about as quick as an olympic athlete, with reflexes to match. He'll be able to heal pretty much any non-fatal wound within seconds and most fatal ones within minutes. He'll be able to adopt the abilities, powers or physical features of anybody he's eaten a large quantity of. He'll have senses far outstripping those of a human, as well as a couple that humans might not have at all. But perhaps most importantly, he'll have the appropriate skills for an incredibly intelligent being that has spent over a century hunting and hiding among it's prey." "...WHY WOULD YOU CHOOSE THIS GUY AS AN ALLY!?" you whisper urgently. "I mean, seriously!" you and your grandfather exit the car, your good hand on the gun you have in your hoodie pocket. Behind you, you can hear the back doors open. Your grandfather has already begun to walk up the driveway, feigning pleasure. "Gordon!" he shouts, opening his arms for a hug which your father returns. However, you can't help but notice that your father hasn't broken eye contact with you since you drove up. A part of you seems...troubled by that. No. Not troubled...angry. (1/2)
>>39943878wonder what will happen if we call him kine
Why do I imagine Gramps as sounding exactly like Bob Kelso?
>>39943878However, you force your anger down and throw him a cocky grin, holding up your injured hand. "You should see the other guy" you say, hoping to elicit the usual response from your father. However, instead of saying something admonishing while poorly hiding his pride, he simply continues to stare. He's sizing you up, you realize. He's deciding whether or not you are as dangerous as he is giving you the benefit of the doubt for. That's simultaneously frustrating and pleasurable to you. With your grandpa pushing past your father and leading the way, you and your friends walk as if going into the living room, but stop on the threshold into the room...where it looks like all the action has gone down. Thrashing about on the ground with a gag of cloth in her mouth and her hands and feet hogtied is your mother. Lying against the wall, face down in what appears to be a pool of their own blood is your younger brother. Still in his hands is your family's broken and warped fireplace poker. Obviously unconscious, despite her wide-open eyes is your younger sister, whose legs appear to be bent at the knees and whose blood has caked upon the lower half of her face. Stepping past you, into the living room, your father turns on his heel and faces the four of you, a smile slowly creeping onto his face. "Oh please, do come in" A) "What did you do!?" B) "Mom, stop struggling, Grandpa Eli and I are going to get you out of this" C) Don't say a word; take out your gun and start shooting D) Follow Grandpa Eli's lead on this one, whatever it may be E) Write In
>>39944095>D) Follow Grandpa Eli's lead on this one, whatever it may be
>>39944095D) Follow Grandpa Eli's lead on this one, whatever it may be
>>39944095>D) Follow Grandpa Eli's lead on this one, whatever it may beUnless it's leaving in which case>C) Don't say a word; take out your gun and start shooting
>>39944095>B) "Mom, stop struggling, Grandpa Eli and I are going to get you out of this"
>>39944095Switching from abject horror to barely contained fury and then to his usual amused neutrality, your Grandpa Eli scoffs. "Why would we do anything else, Gordon" he asks rhetorically, stepping over your mother's now motionless form and taking a seat on the couch. Grabbing hold of Anna's hand, you prompt her to grab hold of Toby's and you lead them to the couch before sitting the two of them beside your Grandfather. You then plant your bottom into the loveseat beside the couch, hand still on your firearm and itching to let loose with some lead. Your father has finally stopped staring at you and now appears to be sizing up your friends. His eyes linger on Anna, but then he snaps to your Grandfather and smiles before sitting down on the piano bench across from the couch. "You know, humans take so very long to mature" he begins speaking, his eyes no longer on anyone in particular and seemingly focused on the middle distance "If they were pure blooded Wendigo they would've all been fully grown by now." he seems to be speaking about your siblings, who have not stirred. "But because they are hybrids, they appear to have only some of my advantages, while being capable of sustaining human shape indefinitely. Genius. I must admit, as frustrating as I find it that I can only JUST understand my offspring, I must say, you have delivered upon your promise, Elijah Brinwell" your grandfather twitches, ever so slightly when your father calls him by that surname, but otherwise, gives no reaction. "But you know, I've grown quite bored with being Gordon Shoshtak. So, I believe I'm going to leave this town....for now." As he says that, he gets to his feet, facing away from all of you, towards the west. "I will travel to the west. To my ancestral home. I shall stay there for a time. Then, I will come looking for you all. Starting with my kine-mate" he gestures at your mother with his chin but then turns to stare at the west facing wall again. "You will have one year"(1/2)
>>39937276Qm I have a quick question before I go digging in the archives: your quest are not gonna be full of smut right? I realllllllllllly dont like the smut filled quest that focus more on that shit then the bigger picture.
>>39944366"Use that time to understand what and who you are, off-spring" And with that, your father makes as if he intends to leave, obviously content that he has said everything he needed to say. A) "Why are you giving me a year? What's your game?" B) "You better sleep with one eye open...because just as you'll be hunting me and mine...I'll be hunting you"C) Say nothing; better he leave and give you a year than anything elseD) "Try not to get killed before I come find you, kine"E)
>>39944384>Nasuverse>not thinking the smut is the funniest shit
>>39944384I'm not sure what you mean by 'smut', but I can honestly say that I have no intention of writing anything overtly sexual. Fade to Black is my usual go to move if things get intimate.
>>39944402>B) "You better sleep with one eye open...because just as you'll be hunting me and mine...I'll be hunting you"Followed by>D) "Try not to get killed before I come find you, kine"
>>39944402Cap the bitch in his ass
>>39944402E>"What sport is there in killing me and my mom? You're a full-blooded wendigo, what am I to you? What is mom?"
>>39944402>D) "Try not to get killed before I come find you, kine"This just screams bad idea, but I can't pass up the pure contempt in this option.
>>39944402B) "You better sleep with one eye open...because just as you'll be hunting me and mine...I'll be hunting you"Then D) "Try not to get killed before I come find you, kine"As soon as he is gone get Anna to attend to our siblings while we try and help mom.>>39944462>wendigo>Able to be hurt by bullets.
>>39944442hmmm I forget the name of the quest but there was some quest running recently that sounded interesting until I saw some one was fucking like every other goddamn scene in the quest. Lewd speech and jokes are fine but I prefer the fade to black for sexy time in my quest.>>39944441only if it is intended as gag, if I want porn ill go find porn, if I want stories ill come to /tg/
>>39944481The bullets are a distraction whilst we try to chop on him
>>39944402D) "Try not to get killed before I come find you, kine"E)"i hope that your flesh has a more refined taste than carlos'
>>39944505Anon he has almost Heroic spirit level stats, shitty ones sure, but he'd rek us easily.
>>39944488Have you ever played Tsukihime or Fate? The writing for the smut scenes is beyond terrible it's hilarious. See >>39937539Or the 'Obviously with Honeypots, mollusks, absurd seafood references and the usual "It feels so good I want to vomit".'Nasuverse smut is the least titillating erotic writing you can ever read. There is no way in hell we'd be getting nongag sex.
>>39944567English translated Nasuverse smut is terrible. From what I've heard, it's just extremely flowery in Japanese.
>>39944402You can see what your grandfather meant now; there is none of your father in those eyes. The look he is giving you is all predator. You know that for sure because you've given that exact look when you lose control. Oddly enough, you can feel tears stinging the back of your eyes as you hold this creature's gaze. Similarly, though you manage to keep your voice from wavering you can only barely choke out "You better sleep with one fucking eye open, because I'm going to be gunning for you. I'm going to descend upon you like a fucking avalanche and bury you in so much blood and bullets you'll be begging me to end it. So please, PLEASE, try not to get killed before I come find you" that's all you can get out before tears begin spilling from your eyes, but nonetheless, you spit the last word out like a curse "Kine!". For a moment, the creature rocks back on it's heels as if struck, but then it seems to regain it's balance and it's lost it's smile or any other expression. "I look forward to your attempt, off-spring" he whispers. And then he's off, moving so quickly you have trouble keeping track of him. With him gone, with only your decimated living room, your hog-tied mother and your injured siblings as any reminder of what your family was once like, you allow the tears to fall and curl in upon yourself. Knees raising and head lying in crossed arms. END OF #4
>>39944670Thanks for running. The sibs ok?
>>39944588I'm not sure how flowery turns into seafood, chemical, and illness but I'll take your word for it.
>>39944717I'm not sure about the rest of it, but the "Feels so good I want to vomit" is a fairly straightforward mistranslation.He's not expecting something to spew from his mouth, but from his penis.
And that will be all for Nasuverse Quest #4: Sins of the Father. Please join me on Sunday, May the 17th at 1:00 PM MDT as we begin Nasuverse Quest #5. 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 and previews regarding character art or other quest related shenanigans - https://twitter.com/NasuTtg
>>39944715They don't appear to have any immediate life-threatening injuries. But Eli isn't really a doctor, so they might have some serious injuries he is unaware of. >Thanks for running Thank you for taking part in the quest.
>>39944761Care to say anything about what I asked about our Wendigo shout up here >>39942031?
>>39944786Doesn't Anna have medicine c-? Also they won't show up funky if we take them to the docs right? What happened did they try to fight him? Why did dad react like he was struck from getting called kine?
>>39944761Thanks for running OP. Do you have a fixed schedule for this or do you just decide when the next quest is according to real life stuff?
>>39944751I also recall Shirou describing Sakura's wormhole to be similar to a carnivorous plant and that his dick was being digested. Still chuckling about it.
>>39944808The main issue with Eli even trying to use a Wendigo Shout is that he does not have the ability to make the sound that a Wendigo makes. He has almost none of the Wendigo's physicall abilities. He's basically just a human with an eerily useful combo of abilities. >>39944829Anna's C- is more indicative of her ability treat injuries by making splints or bandaging. She is not a physician, so she is not sure how to check for things like concussions and internal bleeding. >What happened did they try to fight him? More than likely, given their injuries and the state of the living room. >Why did dad react like he was struck from getting called kine? The best way to describe this would be that all Wendigo, every single one, considers itself a predator. Many consider themselves apex predators. Eli essentially called him the only applicable form of racial slur.
>>39944867Here's the best from HF.
>>39943933Oh fuck I can't unhear that.
>>39944933My fucking sides. I need to replay those scenes so I can laugh some more.
>>39944908but that healing thing what if we cut our throat out.will we get wendigo vocal cords?
>>39945015>what if we cut our throat out. So, none of your abilities give you the ability to ignore exsanguination. So, more than likely, you'd just bleed to death. >will we get wendigo vocal cords? Eli has broken bones and gotten hurt before and he has never developed Wendigo bits....that he knows of. Take from that what you will.
>>39944933The WST guys do a better job then this.
>>39944933>Maybe she can't breathe out her mouth because it's filled with my penis.Oh god, have mercy on these sides.