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>>40282781

Sighing, you unwrap the sheets that have managed to tangle themselves around your arms and legs, and sit up, cracking your knuckles and neck. Finally, you stand, and grab your dressing gown off the door-hook as you leave your room. First things first...

>Coffee. Once we’re actually awake, we’ll be a bit more productive.
>Exercise. Sure, you’re already as skinny as a pole, but that’s not exactly ‘fit’, anyway.
>Shower and Change. Once you’re dressed, maybe you can pop to the store and grab some groceries.
>Wake up your daughter. First day of school today, and while you don’t know what time it starts, might as well be prepared.

>>40282834
>Coffee.
>Coffee.
>COFFEE.
>Shower and change.
There's nothing actually wrong with a quest moving quickly. If the pace of the plot demands that it meets its end by the tenth thread, then so be it, as long as the story was told and told well.

>>40282834
>>Exercise. Sure, you’re already as skinny as a pole, but that’s not exactly ‘fit’, anyway.

Best way to start the day. Coffee fags pls go.

>>40282922
Indeed. But I believe that I 1. didn't plan out the story completely and 2. went sanic levels of fast in progressing through the threads.I'll come back to it, and I want to, but only when I can do the concept justice.

>>40282834
>>Coffee. Once we’re actually awake, we’ll be a bit more productive.
Also, that is our apartment? Truly we have a bad taste in decor.

>>40282834
>Coffee. Once we’re actually awake, we’ll be a bit more productive.
>Wake up your daughter. First day of school today, and while you don’t know what time it starts, might as well be prepared.

>>40282963

You yawn as you keep figuring out what you want to do, inspecting the apartment that you just purchased. Now having finally moved in, you realize just how fucking terrible the decor is. Christ. Maybe Eve can help you fix it. Anyway...

>>40282922
>>40282963
>>40282984

Coffee Wins. Writing.

>>40282991

You’re an adult now, and that means you must drink copious amounts of coffee, while complaining that to actually think you need those copious amounts of coffee. So, you head on over to the kitchen (good god this decoration is awful) and turn on the kettle. You only have that powdered stuff for now (egh), but you’re definitely thinking of picking up either one of those fancy machines that do it all for you, or just a french press and making it fresh.

The kettle rings, and you pour the near-boiling water into the mug and add a drop of milk and sugar, and let it cool for a bit before taking a sip. Not exactly delicious, but it’ll wake you up, and that’s what matters.

Anyway, it’s 5:52 right now. You like waking up early so you can do whatever for a few hours before getting to work...

>Self Employed. You stay at home, pay the bills by doing some software development, and then enjoy yourself. You moved because the rent was cheaper than owning a home, along with other reasons...
>Corporate Slave. It pays pretty damn well, and since you’re the only guy in your department, the company’s finding it pretty hard to replace you. That’s part of the reason why you moved to the new location, so you could train some new folks to take your job.

>>40283204
>>Self Employed. You stay at home, pay the bills by doing some software development, and then enjoy yourself. You moved because the rent was cheaper than owning a home, along with other reasons...

>>40283204
>Self Employed. You stay at home, pay the bills by doing some software development, and then enjoy yourself. You moved because the rent was cheaper than owning a home, along with other reasons...

>>40283204
>Self Employed. You stay at home, pay the bills by doing some software development, and then enjoy yourself. You moved because the rent was cheaper than owning a home, along with other reasons...

>>40283264
>>40283296
>>40283308
Locked.

>>40283204

...Wait! You’re self employed! You don’t have to work! At least, not unless you feel like it, and want to eat for the day. Either way, your time is yours to spend as you wish.

You finish the last bits of your coffee, feeling a bit more refreshed now. Alright, next up on the to-do list is...

>Work! No time like the present to bring in the dough,
>Wake up your daughter. School is a-coming, and she needs to be ready.
>Hearty Breakfast! Come on, you’re going to leave it at coffee?
>Go for a walk. Might as well explore the new city you find yourself in.

>>40283370
>Wake up your daughter. School is a-coming, and she needs to be ready.

>>40283370
>Wake up your daughter. School is a-coming, and she needs to be ready.
then fix
>Hearty Breakfast! Come on, you’re going to leave it at coffee?
so you two can eat a good meal for the day.

>>40283370
>>40283399
This.

>>40283370

Checking the clock (which displays 6:00), you decide to wake up your daughter Eve. You still don’t remember what time school starts, but you might as well get her up and moving and make a breakfast for the two of you before heading off to your own respective duties for the day.

Walking over to her door, you knock it a few times. “Eve! Time for school, sweetie.”

Hearing no response, you open the door, to find...

>Eve sitting on her computer, headphones on, completely and utterly absorbed in the game she’s playing.
>Eve still in bed, or you assume so, looking at the huge bundles of pillows and blankets piled up in a mound on the bed. She’s probably hidden under there somewhere.
>Eve standing right in front of you, about to open the door herself. She’s already dressed up and ready to go, it seems.

>>40283504
>Eve still in bed, or you assume so, looking at the huge bundles of pillows and blankets piled up in a mound on the bed. She’s probably hidden under there somewhere.

>>40283504
>Eve sitting on her computer, headphones on, completely and utterly absorbed in the game she’s playing.

>>40283504
>>Eve standing right in front of you, about to open the door herself. She’s already dressed up and ready to go, it seems.
energetic daughter means we dont have to worry about to much

>>40283583
>>40283567
>>40283520
Unfortunately, gentlemen, EVERYTHING is not a valid choice.

>>40283504
>Eve standing right in front of you, about to open the door herself. She’s already dressed up and ready to go, it seems.

>>40283699
Give it a few more minutes then.

>>40283699
>>40283583

This is the leader. Writing.

>>40283504

“Oh! Hi Dad!” Eve grins, standing before you in her school uniform. “Nice to see that you’re up and moving!”

You frown. “I woke up at 5:45. How is that late?”

Eve shakes her head. “Come on Dad, you know I wake at four in the mornings. You’re a slob compared to me.”

You move back, letting her out of the door, and walking back towards the kitchen. “What do you even do in that time? Have you had breakfast yet?”

Eve shakes her head. “Nah, I was just checking off what else I needed for school, and some research into the surrounding area. Apparently there’s a really nice shopping district not too far away, and the state park is really close to one of the train lines near us. Fancy going camping one day?”

You chuckle, pulling a pan out of one of the kitchen cupboards (save me now from this shitty interior design) and setting it on the stove. “Well, looks like you’re a little bit more prepared than me. Tell you what, I’ll make some breakfast right now, and you can tell me about it.”

Soon enough, you have two delicious omelettes ready for consumption, along with a cup of tea for Eve (she can’t stand coffee). As she brings you up to date on the area, she also reminds you that

>There’s a few sports clubs she really wants to join, especially since she hasn’t had the opportunity to really exercise for a while.
>There’s a student council she’s thinking of joining, since she always loved that politik thing.
>There’s a really cool tech store nearby, and she wants to pick up some new equipment for her project.

>>40284093
>There’s a really cool tech store nearby, and she wants to pick up some new equipment for her project.

>>40284093
>>There’s a few sports clubs she really wants to join, especially since she hasn’t had the opportunity to really exercise for a while.
>There’s a student council she’s thinking of joining, since she always loved that politik thing.

>>40284093
>There’s a few sports clubs she really wants to join, especially since she hasn’t had the opportunity to really exercise for a while.

>>40284198
>>40284134
>>40284115
Few more votes needed. Come along, lurkers, join us.

>>40284093
>There’s a really cool tech store nearby, and she wants to pick up some new equipment for her project.

>>40284198
>>40284134
Sports has most votes, with the last two split between council and tech. Writing.

>>40284421
Ah, last minute.
'
Even split between tech and sports, council trailing.

If you can't tell, it's like the INT-STR-CHA split in stats.

>>40284093
>There’s a few sports clubs she really wants to join, especially since she hasn’t had the opportunity to really exercise for a while.
>There’s a student council she’s thinking of joining, since she always loved that politik thing.

From where I'm from, middle school and high school student council presidents are practically expected to play a sport.

>>40284093
>>There’s a really cool tech store nearby, and she wants to pick up some new equipment for her project.

>There’s a really cool tech store nearby, and she wants to pick up some new equipment for her project.

>>40284093

You listen as Eve goes on about the latest release of GPU or the next runner up in some recent sports event. You yourself are a little more attached to the first topic (especially with the Oculus Rift CV2 coming out soon), but your own daughter finds herself at odds between her athletics and her more technical hobbies. She managed to juggle between the two of them for the most part where you lived last, but with the move she’s preparing to adjust and figure out exactly how to schedule her time between everything she enjoys.

Unfortunately, despite her rather extensive tastes, she has never been that much of a social butterfly, or even social at all. She definitely gets on well enough with you, and she had a few friends in your past home, but with the move, you feel slightly worried that she may have some trouble making some new ones. At the very least, if she does join a sports team or some computer club, she should make at least acquaintances there.

It’s now 6:47, and you’re washing up the pan and dishes you used, while Eve sits at the table with her laptop, browsing through the inventory of that tech store she was talking about.

“Hey, Eve,” you ask, “do you know what time school starts?”

Eve checks her watch. “Uh, it should start in about holy shit twenty minutes fuckity fuck-” she hops out of her chair and starts packing everything into her bag in a craze. “It starts at 7:30, but we’re meant to be there just before for the opening ceremony today! God damn, did I miss the train?”

>Better run, Eve. The train schedule is on the fridge.
>Hey, don’t sweat it. I’ll come in with you to explain. After all, you are new to the area, and there are some forms to fill out.
>LET US RIDE, EVE, ON MY GLORIOUS STALLION TO THINE DESTINATION!

>>40284768
Also

>Watch your language, young lady
>Watch your fucking language you bitch (joking)

>>40284768
>LET US RIDE, EVE, ON MY GLORIOUS STALLION TO THINE DESTINATION!
This is Best Dad Ever Quest.

>>40284768
>>LET US RIDE, EVE, ON MY GLORIOUS STALLION TO THINE DESTINATION!

>>40284768
>LET US RIDE, EVE, ON MY GLORIOUS STALLION TO THINE DESTINATION!
>>40284819
>Forsooth! Curb thine tongue lass!

>>40284768
>Hey, don’t sweat it. I’ll come in with you to explain. After all, you are new to the area, and there are some forms to fill out.

>>40284768
>LET US RIDE, EVE, ON MY GLORIOUS STALLION TO THINE DESTINATION!

>>40284819
>Watch your fucking language you bitch (joking)

>>40284863
Ah, your write in is far superior to mine own.

>>40284863
Seconding

>>40284886
shit I dropped my trip, but thanks, aspiring writer, and it fit with the first choice.

>>40284931
Aspiring? Pfft, www.amazon.com/Oasis-William-Webb-ebook/dp/B00XYMCFKO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1432131718&sr=8-1&keywords=Oasis+William+Webb I'm a writer, plain and simple.

>>40284821
>>40284826
>>40284863

Writing for this, with the >>40284863 write in.

>>40284863
backing
>>40284960
yes artemis, youve told us.
repeatedly

>>40284960
you do know I meant I was an aspiring writer, and wasnt trying to insult you, right?

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>>40284960
>Look you up
>Clickbait articles in book form.

For shame, dude. For shame.

>>40285014
The structure of your sentence was ambiguous and could be interpreted both ways.
A tip, aspiring writer: You should try to avoid ambiguity in basic sentences you write.

>>40285014

Ah, sounded like you were calling me an aspiring writer. I was making a joke on my end as well.

>>40284985
Yep, sorry.

>>40285073
Where? The google books thing calls me a member of the IEEE. It's all rather silly. Haven't found a way to de-link it, though.

>>40284960
your name is william webb?
well I guess that solves the gender question at least.
>>40285086
meh, its 4chan and im not the qm, im not exactly trying to hard.

>>40285107
Clicking on your author name on Amazon give a ton of book results with titles straight outta buzzfeed.

>>40285144
None of them are mine. I have not created the author page yet.

Anyway! Ignore that, we're here on 4chan and I really don't want to be a shill.

>>40284768

“Girl of mine, halt thy tongue and it’s unleashing of the foulest language! For tis’ problem that thee face shalt be handled swiftly! Come, let us ride mine stallion to the destination that waits for us!”

Eve face-palms. “Goddamn shakespeare nut. And why the hell are you calling your motorcycle a stallion?”

You frown. “Come on, Eve, let me have my chance at acting. There’s no chance in hell I can actually reprimand you seriously, so let me have my fun.”

Eve sighs.”Fine. Hardly like I need the reprimands, I’m an angel. Anyway, where did you put my helmet?”

“Should be in the garage. Here, let me get changed quickly and we can head off.”

(1/2)

>>40285180

Soon enough, you’re on the streets, making your way towards the high school (after heading the wrong way for a few minutes before Eve corrected you). Within another few minutes, though, you find yourself in front of the high school where you’ll be sentencing Eve for six to eight hours every single weekday. Or, that’s how you see it, at least. You still cringe and shudder at the memories of your own high school experience.

Eve pulls off her helmet and hops off the motorcycle, turning back to you. “Thanks dad. You shouldn’t need to pick me up, I can grab a train. I’ll see you later!”

>Hold on, missus. Thou forget thine packed lunch.
>Just a second, I want to come in and check that you’re signed up for everything.
>If you need anything, give me a call!

>>40285239
>Hold on, missus. Thou forget thine packed lunch.
>If you need anything, give me a call!

>>40285239
>Hold on, missus. Thou forget thine packed lunch.
I think Eve can handle paperwork on her own.
We're the Best Dad Ever, mutually exclusive with helicopter parenting.

>>40285239
>Hold on, missus. Thou forget thine packed lunch.
>If you need anything, give me a call!

>>40285239
>>Hold on, missus. Thou forget thine packed lunch.
>>Just a second, I want to come in and check that you’re signed up for everything.

>>40285239
>>Hold on, missus. Thou forget thine packed lunch.
>>40285270
agreed
Do we have a medieval weapons collection? please tell me we have a medieval weapons collection

>>40285239
>Hold on, missus. Thou forget thine packed lunch.
>Just a second, I want to come in and check that you’re signed up for everything.

We can be responsible and a dork at the same time.

>>40285265
>>40285270
>>40285283
>>40285296
>>40285299
>>40285307
>>40285307

Packed lunch for sure, with more votes for not being a helicopter parent. Writing.

>>40285239

“But a moment, beautiful dame! Thou hast passed notice of thine packed lunch, lovingly prepared by thy father.” you hold out the bag of lunch, and Eve takes it. “Now take care! I’ll probably be home for the rest of the day till you come back, and then we can go out to eat or celebrate.”

Eve nods. “Sure! I might stay a bit longer after school, to check out clubs, but I’d love to!”

You wave goodbye to her, and head on back to home, where you...

>Work! Time to bring in the dough so you and Eve can actually eat!
>Explore the city! You’ve got some money in the bank, maybe you can get a gift for Eve as a housewarming present.
>Exercise! No time like the present to get stronk!
>Watch animu and read mango!

>>40285482
>Work! Time to bring in the dough so you and Eve can actually eat!

Then when done,

>Watch animu and read mango!

>>40285482
>>Work! Time to bring in the dough so you and Eve can actually eat!
Eat good. Do work, get eat. Good plan.

>>40285482
>Exercise! No time like the present to get stronk!
>>Work! Time to bring in the dough so you and Eve can actually eat!

>>40285482

>Work! Time to bring in the dough so you and Eve can actually eat!

>>40285482
>Work! Time to bring in the dough so you and Eve can actually eat!
Then
>Explore the city! You’ve got some money in the bank, maybe you can get a gift for Eve as a housewarming present.

Also,
>thy father
It's THINE father, you uncultured swine.

>>40285598
Indeed it is. How silly of me.

Work is Locked in, and once that's done we'll hold a vote for next activity!

Please roll 1d100, DC 60, for your work!

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>40285637

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>40285637

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>40285637
>DC 60
Software development isn't THAT hard.

>>40285672
>>40285690
welp, apparently we invented a program that makes the internet run faster, best dad millionaire is on the way.

>>40285706
No, it isn't. The roll is mostly for getting your clients and getting your paycheck, which is obviously the much harder part of it all.

Either way, you got a 91, so you're solid. Writing.

>>40285482


You wave goodbye to her, and head on back to home, where you...

Write the best fucking piece of software you’ve ever done in your short, pathetic little life. As soon as you get back on your computer, you’re on fire, quickly finishing up the last few assignments that your clients wanted you to take care of, and they actually pay promptly for once, with more than a few saying that they’ll “be in touch”.

You lean back in your chair, taking a sip from your cup of tea, looking very, very satisfied. Your bank account has now swollen by at least five digits, and you managed to get a few extra clients as well on the recommendations of others. Hey, looks like the move to a place with faster internet was a good choice.

Setting your mug back down, you finish up with the last bits of correspondence and figuring out some deadlines for the new clients (who are, remarkably, all rather happy to wait a bit until you can focus on them fully), and you shut down the computer. Now, time for a break!

The time is 11:56. You can...

>Head out to the city, buy Eve a gift
>Exercise, get stronk.
>Fix this god-awful decor and make the apartment look nice.
>Watch animu and mango! (Timeskip till Eve comes home)
>Keep working, bathe in the cash.

>>40285993
>Head out to the city, buy Eve a gift

>>40285993
>>Exercise, get stronk.
Best dad is not made of noodle.

>>40285993
>Exercise, get stronk.

>>40285993
>Fix this god-awful decor and make the apartment look nice.

>>40285993
>Head out to the city, buy Eve a gift

>>40285993
>>Fix this god-awful decor and make the apartment look nice.
I once knew a guy who decorated the entrance to his home to make it look like you were walking into a fantasy forest straight out of the lord of the rings, fucker was a damn GENIUS when it came to interior design, and a huge nerd, it kicked so much ass.
sooo medieval weapons collection, y/n?

>>40285993
>Head out to the city, buy Eve a gift

>>40285993
>Fix this god-awful decor and make the apartment look nice.

>>40285993
>Head out to the city, buy Eve a gift
We can have Eve help us redecorate when she gets back from school.

>>40286129
Medieval what now? How about this.

Your head snaps up as you realize that you still have a few more boxes that need unpacking. Of course! How could you forget about it till now!

Hopping away from your computer, you head to the entrance hall, where two boxes and a bag sit waiting. The bag itself is filled with some more of your own clothes (along with the comfiest fucking jumper you’ve ever worn), but the two boxes are the main object of your attention.

Moving them back into the kitchen and living room area, you start removing the tape and open up the boxes, to find:

(Choose two)
>Some medieval weapons, along with your own fencing rapiers and foils
>A metric fuckton of laptops and tech, all of them pretty high-spec
>A box of mementos from your past life...
>Cooking supplies, so you can cook the best ever.
>Box of tools for your motorcycle, along with some other upgrades you had bought
>Your sewing and knitting supplies. Nothing more manly than knitting, I tell ya.

Keep voting for the past one, as well.

>>40286246
>A metric fuckton of laptops and tech, all of them pretty high-spec
>Cooking supplies, so you can cook the best ever.

>>40286246
>>Some medieval weapons, along with your own fencing rapiers and foils
>>Cooking supplies, so you can cook the best ever.
I know you enjoy writing about food.

>>40286246
>Some medieval weapons, along with your own fencing rapiers and foils
>Cooking supplies, so you can cook the best ever.
one of the primary requirements of being a single bestdad is that you know how to cook, and can threaten away scumbags with a mace or swordcane

>>40282781
>Wanting to be a dad
Something wrong with you man

>>40286391
Thanks for your contribution, anon!

>>40286338
>>40286364
eh, backing. also
>Fix this god-awful decor and make the apartment look nice.

>>40286246
>A metric fuckton of laptops and tech, all of them pretty high-spec
>Cooking supplies, so you can cook the best ever.

>>40286246
>Cooking supplies, so you can cook the best ever.
>A metric fuckton of laptops and tech, all of them pretty high-spec

>>40286246
>Keep voting for the past one, as well.
Why? Heading out to the city already won, and extending the voting time will only lead to more samefagging.

>>40285993
>Fix this god-awful decor and make the apartment look nice.
then
>Head out to the city, buy Eve a gift
>>40286246
>Some medieval weapons, along with your own fencing rapiers and foils
>Cooking supplies, so you can cook the best ever.

>>40286338
>>40286364
>>40286450
For weapons+cooking

>>40286334
>>40286458
>>40286461
For comps+cooking.

I'm just checking, but...you realize you don't *need* to cook, right?

>>40286500
This one gives it to weapons, so I'll cut it here.

You'll also head into the city.

Writing.

>>40286246
>>Some medieval weapons, along with your own fencing rapiers and foils
>Cooking supplies, so you can cook the best ever.

>>40286524
Best dad ever don't have to cook, but when they do it must be grand. This is known.

>>40286524
we are bestdad, we may not HAVE to cook, but when we do, we have to be AWESOME at it. maybe not akane shogo awesome, but awesome.

>>40286524
That may be but it's fun.

>>40286246

You grin as you pull out your fencing rapier from the weapons box. Thinking about it, you haven’t fenced in quite a while...maybe you can find a club of your own to join, while Eve is at hers. You also check on some of the other blades, making sure that they’re in good shape from the transit (in the end, you’re an amateur collector, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be thorough!), and you put all of it back apart from your cane-sword, which you lean against the wall. Always fun to keep that one on you.

Next up, you grab your cooking supplies. You’ve got everything from paprika to bay leaves, vanilla beans to cinnamon bark. You grab all the different vials and containers, feeling for all the world like a cackling witch with a cauldron of potions (hell, you’ve got a dutch oven, you might as well be a witch!) and you set everything up into places in the kitchen.

Grinning, you admire the now completely unpacked apartment. The grin fades when you realize the apartment looks like shit, but you can always improve that later with a trip to IKEA and the junkyard for spare wood (which honest dad CAN’T build his own furniture?), and it may be a bit more important to grab a gift for Eve. She’s suffered through all this travel, might as well make the new home official...

>Take the STALLION into the city centre, look around
>Walk to the nearby old-town, for some souvenirs and such.
>Hey, make something of your own! Nothing says welcome home like beef stew and a new chair.

>>40286675
>>Walk to the nearby old-town, for some souvenirs and such.
>take cane-sword

>>40286675
>Walk to the nearby old-town, for some souvenirs and such.
If we don't find anything particularly interesting, then
>Hey, make something of your own! Nothing says welcome home like beef stew and a new chair.

>>40286675
>>40286675
>Hey, make something of your own! Nothing says welcome home like beef stew and a new chair.

>>40286675
>>Hey, make something of your own! Nothing says welcome home like beef stew and a new chair.

>>40286675
>>Walk to the nearby old-town, for some souvenirs and such.

>>40286675
>>Take the STALLION into the city centre, look around

>>40286855
>>40286732
>>40286719
>>40286751
>>40286761

Okay, old-town first, then make dinner.

>>40286675

First things first. If you’re heading into Fancy-Schmancy-Town, you’re gonna need to look the part. Your eyes instantly drift to your cane sword, and five minutes later you have it in your hand, along with wearing a lovely suit and cap. Feeling ready to take on the rich housewives that probably frequent the shoppes (notice the spelling) of the Old District, you first set up a crock pot filled with a variety of vegetables, along with the beef itself, which will marinate in its own juices for a few hours until it’s ready to be eaten. By that time, Eve should be home, and you can have a nice dinner, talk about her day, and then celebrate the monthly pay check and new home with a gift.

Once you’re out the door, and heading towards the Old District, you try to think of what kind of gift Eve would like...

>A fountain pen. She loves writing and calligraphy and all that jazz, and has complained about one of her own pen’s nibs being broken. Time for a new one!
>A cane-sword, like your own. While she is interested in all sports, you managed to get her into fencing enough that she owns her own equipment. Count this as a celebration of being old enough to have her own blade! Yeah!
>Some first editions of classics. She’s an avid reader, and assuming you can get the fireplace working then it would be lovely to read by it in the winter.

>>40287188
>A fountain pen. She loves writing and calligraphy and all that jazz, and has complained about one of her own pen’s nibs being broken. Time for a new one!

>>40287188
>>A cane-sword, like your own. While she is interested in all sports, you managed to get her into fencing enough that she owns her own equipment. Count this as a celebration of being old enough to have her own blade! Yeah!

>>40287188
>>A cane-sword, like your own. While she is interested in all sports, you managed to get her into fencing enough that she owns her own equipment. Count this as a celebration of being old enough to have her own blade! Yeah!
really, is there any other choice?

>>40287188
>A cane-sword, like your own. While she is interested in all sports, you managed to get her into fencing enough that she owns her own equipment. Count this as a celebration of being old enough to have her own blade! Yeah!

>>40287188
>A fountain pen. She loves writing and calligraphy and all that jazz, and has complained about one of her own pen’s nibs being broken. Time for a new one!

Let's give her something that she can really call her own. Can't have our daughter just straight copying ou dadly- awesomeness.

>>40287249
>>40287254
>>40287301
Writing.

>>40287188

Okay, cane-sword. You see a few stores that sell some ornamental swords, which you avoid with as much room as possible, sometimes walking on the other side of the street. Once you arrive in the Artisans’ Square, there are plenty more stores that seem to offer what you’re looking for. One, which is just labeled “Blacksmith”, seems to be the best bet, and you head on inside, where you find a front shop, manned by a single teenager who seems to be here much more for the weapons than the customers. He gives you a small wave and goes back to whatever game he’s playing on his phone, out of sight.

>Look around
>”Sirrah! Get thine eyes away from that infernal contraption and assist me in my task!”
>”Sirrah! Dost thy master take custom orders?”

>>40287510
>Look around
Let's see what they have before we ask for a custom order.

>>40287510
>Look around

>>40287510
>>Look around
See what they have before we go any further. If their work is crap we can look elsewhere.

>>40287510
>>Look around
I'll bet this store has some neat stuff.

>>40287510
>Look around

>>40287627
>>40287616
>>40287605
>>40287594
>>40287593

Hmmm...Writing.

we're going to come to be known as "that one guy who talks like a Shakespearean novel, but he carries a swordcane so dont fuck with him"
oh god we're turning into familyman Henderson
I wholeheartedly aprove

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>>40287510

You nod to the teenager (who doesn’t even respond, comatose as he is) and you go to browse the collection. You see quite a few different blades, all seemingly of very high quality (which you might pick up yourself), along with a collection of some older weaponry (and you see more than a few that you’d like to take home). But finally, you stumble upon the item that you’re searching for, a cane-blade.

Picking it up, you admire its shape and outer appearance. While most cane-blades tend to go for a very dull-look, so as not to draw attention to the fact that it is a deadly weapon, this one looks more like a scabbard that’s completely capable of supporting your weight, along with keeping the blade itself safe. You don’t recognize the wood that the cane is made from, but it’s inlayed with a silver pattern that waves back and forth through it, a patch of vines growing from the top to the bottom. Very pretty. The blade’s grip itself is a black leather with another silver embellishment forming the hilt. A small button set into the silver, made from the same material, serves to disconnect the blade from the cane.

And the blade itself is just as beautiful. Contrasting the cane, the blade is a brilliant silver with a maze of grey vines serving as channels up along the blade, and as you inspect the blade they almost seem to wave in some invisible wind. It’s incredibly beautiful, and probably just what you’re looking for.

>Sirrah! I would like to purchase this here piece of art!
>Sirrah! Do you have any other cane-blades like this in stock?
>Sirrah! Bring me thy master, so I may talk to him about custom works.

>>40287992
>Sirrah! Do you have any other cane-blades like this in stock?

The shakespeare stuff only exists to embarrass our kid. Do you even Dad?

>>40288026
Eh, you're dressed up for the occasion. Plus, that *is* a teenager, just waiting to be teased and harassed.

>>40287992
>>Sirrah! I would like to purchase this here piece of art!

>>40287992
>Sirrah! Do you have any other cane-blades like this in stock?

>>40287992
>>Sirrah! Do you have any other cane-blades like this in stock?
that is some quality stuff, we should see about upgrading ours

>>40287992
>>Sirrah! I would like to purchase this here piece of art!

>>40287992
>Sirrah! Do you have any other cane-blades like this in stock?

>>40288154
>>40288085
>>40288054
>>40288026
Writing.

>>40287992

“Sirrah!” You call, walking over to the teenager, who jumps slightly at the noise. “I would like to inquire if you have any more blades similar to this one.”

The kid nods after a moment, and pulls out a binder, flipping through the pages until he finds...”Uh, sir, we don’t carry cane-blades.”

You frown. “What about this one, then?”

The teenager shrugs. “Don’t know. Does it have a price on it?”

You check, and find nothing, apart from the vines themselves. “Uh, no.”

The teenager shrugs. “Alright then, our unmarked items all cost five-hundred to a thousand. That’s probably towards the higher end.”

>Well, it’s worth it.
>Eh, can you bring the price down?
>Actually, no thanks.

>>40288267
>>Eh, can you bring the price down?
Always haggle. Preferably in Shakespearean prose.

>>40288267
>Eh, can you bring the price down?

>>40288267
>>Actually, no thanks.

>>40288267
>Eh, can you bring the price down?

>>40288267
>Eh, can you bring the price down?

>>40288267
>>Eh, can you bring the price down?

>>40288267

You cough, and adjust your position a tad. “Perhaps it would be possible to bring the price down?”

The kid shrugs. “I guess. Buy some other stuff and I’ll toss the cane in free-”

“Sold.” you dump (very gently) some of the medieval weapons on the counter. “I’ll have these please. Oh, and paper, not plastic.”

---

Soon enough, you’re whistling your way back to your apartment, weapons in tow. A few people are looking at you strangely, but hey, they’re the weird ones, dressed in normal clothes with no blades to their name! You leave Old District soon enough, and make it back to your apartment before 2:00, from where you take your time setting up everything you need for dinner while the beef stew continues to cook. The medieval blades get hung up around the room, covering up the more awful aspects of the apartment itself, and soon enough it looks just like your old place. Your old place.

You collapse into a chair and sigh in relief. You’re not there anymore, and you’re a bit better off now. You hope. She’s out of your life, out of your hair, and you’ve got a restraining order to prove it. Goddamn shame it took so long.

Anyway, you’ve got maybe a few hours before Eve comes home. You decide

>To just go have a nap (Timeskip, Backstory)
>Time to renovate this shit-pit! (Timeskip, Apartment actually looks nice.)
>Head back to the school. It ends soon, and you might be able to catch Eve before she heads to whatever club.

>>40288600
>Time to renovate this shit-pit! (Timeskip, Apartment actually looks nice.)

>>40288600
>To just go have a nap (Timeskip, Backstory)
YAY BACKSTORY!

>Backstory.
Yeah, i want to know about yandere momma or whatsoever.

>>40288600
>>Time to renovate this shit-pit! (Timeskip, Apartment actually looks nice.)
we need to fix this shit

>>40288600
>>To just go have a nap (Timeskip, Backstory)

>>40288600
>Head back to the school. It ends soon, and you might be able to catch Eve before she heads to whatever club.

>>40288600
>Time to renovate this shit-pit! (Timeskip, Apartment actually looks nice.)

>>40288658
Stop reading my fucking mind.

>>40288600
>>Time to renovate this shit-pit! (Timeskip, Apartment actually looks nice.)

>>40288723
Haha, i didn't meant it, it's just my inner esper kicking! B-but hey... You aren't seriously... Planning in... Oh fuck...

>>40288830
Single father for a good goddamn reason. Poor Mark.

Writing for cleaning up the shit pit.

>>40288600

You stand up again from the chair, shaking yourself from the encroaching memories. Not the best things to think about at any time, especially not alone. You really don’t need that.

Anyway! The apartment is fresh and ready for a sledgehammer, or whatever tools you’ll need to make it not shit. Hmm...

You briefly consider hiring someone else to do it for yo- hahaha, no fucking way. You’re a strong independent single father who don’t need no contractor. All you need is a credit card, and a trip to IKEA.

You consider the apartment, thinking what aeshetic you should go for.

>Medieval, to fit with the weapons
>Modern, open space, super comfy beanbags everywhere.
>Rustic, wooden cabin feel.

Apparently, I forgot to mention that you are Mark Dunholdt, a thirty-six year old software developer.

>>40289020
>>Medieval, to fit with the weapons
fuck the hell yes

>>40289020
>Modern, open space, super comfy beanbags everywhere.

>>40289020
what our daughter wants

>>40289020
alright, I am back from taking care of the infamous creature known as dog.
>Medieval, to fit with the weapons

>>40289101
As a reminder, you have the living room/kitchen/entrance area, the shared bathroom, the master bedroom, and a second bedroom.

>>40289020
>>Medieval, to fit with the weapons
With a focus on high gothic aesthetics. Gotta love the ornateness of it.

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>>40289226
>>40289116
>>40289073
Writing for Medieval then.

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>>40289428

Your first step is to tear down the absolutely awful shelves and disgusting flooring and that horrible kitchen table and literally everything. With the help of your trusty saw and claw-hammer, you dissemble most of the wooden items, and the floor itself you start to pull up as well. Soon enough, you’re left with just the drywall and the concrete beneath the floor. Now, you bring in the real work.

First step are stone tiles for the ground. But these are proper tiles, merely cut down bricks to act as tiles on top of the concrete, with that polish that comes from years of feet rubbing down the stone to a smooth finish (or just a buffer for twenty minutes, but whatever). Setting those down on the ground with the help of some epoxy, and soon enough the floor looks incredibly attractive. On top of that you throw down a lovely fur carpet, and some lovely chairs and a solid looking kitchen table (found on the corner of an Old District street, and thus perfect for the task).

The walls themselves you (unfortunately) cannot destroy, but you can put some stuff on top of it. That’s what leads you to acquire some tapestries (you’re considering getting a Frequent Visitors card for Old District) and some stands and holders for your various blades.

Finally, the kitchen, apart from the stove, is replaced with some proper counter tops and the fireplace is renovated, with a kettle set above the fire for that extra authenticity.

And finally, around 6:23, you relax back in your chair, admiring your hard work.

And you also realize that Eve still hasn’t arrived home.

>Call her, see how she’s doing.
>Head to the school. Probably still at the club. And maybe you can give her present a bit early!
>Eh, she’s a strong independent daughter of a single father, she’ll be fine.

>>40289735
>Call her, see how she’s doing

>>40289735
>Head to the school. Probably still at the club. And maybe you can give her present a bit early!
Oh my, is our daughter going on ADVENTURES without us? This shan't stand!

>>40289735
>Head to the school. Probably still at the club. And maybe you can give her present a bit early!

>>40289735
>>Head to the school. Probably still at the club. And maybe you can give her present a bit early!

>>40289885
>>40289825
>>40289810
Writing.,

Time to add the main part of this quest!

>>40289956
oh god somethin supernatural is goin down isnt it? welp, good thing we have the sword cane.
Gonna be honest, I have no idea if this is just gonna be a slice-of-life quest, kinda hoping not, but I could do that.

>>40289956
oh god the crazy ex-wife has kidnapped her

>>40289735

Hmm. It is pretty late, even for some after-school activities. It may be best if you can go find her. Pulling yourself out of your chair, you grab your and Eve’s cane-swords, attaching Eve’s to your belt and keeping yours in hand, and hop on THE STALLION. With a few revs, you’re off to find your daughter, and ensure that any adventures she’s having involve you!

Red light. You take a moment to look around the city again, now that you’re out of the Old District. It’s definitely a nice place, with it’s own parts and whatever, but for sure it’s different from where you last lived. The green light allows you to escape from that particular memory path.

Soon enough, you’re outside the school. You park, and head inside, entering the large main lobby. There’s a receptionist on the far side of the room, who seems to be slightly curious about you and the two canes you carry.

>Try calling Eve, figure out where she is.
>Go to the receptionist, ask her about Eve and what clubs are running today.
>Welp, the building isn’t burning down, she must be fine.

>>40290035
SoL is part of it, but there are certainly more elements than that.

>>40290106
>>Try calling Eve, figure out where she is.

>>40290106
first
>Go to the receptionist, ask her about Eve and what clubs are running today.
then
>Try calling Eve, figure out where she is.

>>40290106
>Go to the receptionist, ask her about Eve and what clubs are running today.
then if we can't find her
>Try calling Eve, figure out where she is.

>>40290155
>>40290174
backing, lets get this show on the road

>>40290106
>>Go to the receptionist, ask her about Eve and what clubs are running today.
>>Try calling Eve, figure out where she is.

>>40290155
>>40290174
>>40290247
>>40290248
Writing.

>>40290106


You pull out your phone from your pocket, and dial Eve. It goes for six rings before you get the usual “this person has not set up their voicemail box”. At that, you end the call, and head to the receptionist.

“Uh, hello there, sir. Can I help you?”

You smile. “Yes, I’m the father of Eve Dunholdt. She should have registered today, right?”

The receptionist nods. “That’s right, I signed her in. Are you here to sign the other paperwork?”

“Well, I was here to see if my daughter joined any of the clubs. Not sure what system you have here for that.”

The receptionist pulls out a sheet of paper and hands it to you. “Well, while people don’t exactly sign up for any of the clubs, as they’re free to go as they please, Eve had asked me for a list of some of the clubs that she might like. Here they are.

You thank the receptionist, and scan the sheet, guessing which one she might have gone to. The time is 6:47, Monday.

>Computer Club: Room 4-B.
>Badminton Club: Outer Courtyard
>Fencing Club: Inner Courtyard

>Where to?

>>40290352
>Fencing Club: Inner Courtyard

>>40290352
>>Fencing Club: Inner Courtyard

>>40290352
>>Computer Club: Room 4-B.
From what we've seen that's what she is the most interested in.

>>40290352
>Computer Club: Room 4-B.

>>40290352
>Computer Club: Room 4-B.

>>40290352
>Computer Club: Room 4-B.
Select all the food. Capcha isn't even being specific anymore

>>40290352
its gonna turn out her mother was some sort of supernatural demon or something, and the world turns mid-apocalypse as demons invade isnt it?
And then we have to be awesomedad who still loves our half-human daughter
I would be perfectly fine with this happening
The fuckin fuck captcha, why the fuck do I have to solve you three fucking times now?!

>>40290389
Writing for computer club.

>>40290352

You decide to head towards the Computer Club. Probably the most chance that she’s going to head over there, especially with the CV2 release pretty soon. Waving goodbye to the receptionist, you head along to the room, following the map that she provided.

Soon enough, you find yourself outside the room. Knocking, and hearing nothing, you head on inside, where you find several PCs littered around the room, a few people all hooked up to them, CV1s and a few Vives on everyone’s heads, except for one boy who’s watching them all. He turns to you as you enter. “Uh, hello. Can I help you?”

“Yes, I’m looking for my daughter Eve? Did she come here?”

The boy nods. “Yeah, I remember Eve. The new kid, right? She was with us, but got pulled out half an hour ago by some other girl, Samantha Beckett I think. Blond, cheerleader type? Anyway, don’t know where they went.”

You say thanks, and leave again, wondering what your next step is.

>Head home. Eve’s responsible, she’ll get home on time.
>Find this Samantha Beckett, and join this adventure she’s taken your daughter on!
>Write In.

>>40290669
>>Find this Samantha Beckett, and join this adventure she’s taken your daughter on!
bestdad does not mean, "ignorethepossible magicfuckerydad"

>>40290669
>Find this Samantha Beckett, and join this adventure she’s taken your daughter on!

>>40290669
>Find this Samantha Beckett, and join this adventure she’s taken your daughter on!

>>40290669
>>Find this Samantha Beckett, and join this adventure she’s taken your daughter on!

>>40290792
>>40290773
>>40290705
Writing.

>>40290669

You grimace as you consider the possible ramifications of this Samantha Beckett. You’ve eaten enough mangoes to know where this is going: magical girls. And yuri. Lots of it. You’re fully aware that mangoes, while delicious, don’t necessarily reflect on real life all that well, but that’s the best reference you have for this sort of thing.

And besides, you’re Eve’s father! Which, according to mango, either means being incredibly unreasonable, or a total hunk who even his own daughter desires! And if your daughter is having an adventure then you’re going to do your damn best to go on that adventure too! Bonus points for embarrassing her!

You head back down to the reception, finding the woman just about to lock up. “Excuse me, I wanted to ask one more question.”

“Uh, sure.”

“Do you have Samantha Beckett’s number? It appears Eve had left with her earlier today, and since Eve’s phone is off I was thinking I could contact her through there.”

The receptionist frowns. “We can’t just give out personal details like that, but I can give you the home-phone, if you’d like to check in with her folks or whoever’s at home.”

“That would be perfect, thanks.”

Soon enough your phone has the number and you’re calling. After three rings, a man picks up. “Hello, Beckett residence.”

“Hi there! My name is Mark Dunholdt. I was calling to see if your daughter and mine own are at your house?”

The voice“Dunholdt? Oh, you mean Eve! What a lovely girl. Yes, yes, she was here.”

“Was?”

“They said they were going to head out. Girl stuff, they tell me. Obviously us father’s can’t know.”

You both chuckle in understanding. “Alright. Well, I do need to find her, wherever they are.”

“Oh, I think they actually had gone down to the Old District. Eve told me that was close to where you lived.”

(1/2)

>>40291058


You laugh. “Great. Arrived at the school to find her, just to discover I need to head back. Well, thanks. May I ask your name?”

“John. A pleasure to meet you...”

“Mark.”

“Mark! Well, have a nice night Mark, would love to meet you some other time.”

“Good night.” you end the call, putting your phone in your pocket. Welp, looks like you’re heading back home.

>Go straight to home, wait for Eve to arrive, if she isn’t already there.
>Search the O.D for your daughter.

>>40291078
>Search the O.D for your daughter
Call her phone!

>>40291058
Wait, is this a magical girl setting, or is Mark just rambling about animu and mangoes?

>>40291078
>>Search the O.D for your daughter.
forsooth! we must present her with her armaments before she doth embark on GRAND ADVENTURE!
Wait is our daughter seriously going to be a magical girl? because that would actually be a really unique idea that would be really fun to play, I kinda hope thats what happens
also, are we ever so slightly unhinged from having to deal with our wife? Because that would make the character all the more fun with internal ramblings and such.

>>40291078
>Search the O.D for your daughter.
We doth sweart' today that ADVENTURE shalt be had!
Even if it's just us teasing our daughter in the end.

>>40291138
Mark's just rambling on about mangoes.

>>40291078
Go home, get into full Sir Dad garb, then head to the OD.

>>40289020
>You’re a strong independent single father who don’t need no contractor.
OP I approve heartily.

>>40291138

Not that he knows, he's just joking with himself.Not that he knows.The Best Dad Ever helps clean up his daughter's battle wounds and jokes about her K/D being terrible.

>>40291152
I'm really happy to hear that! I was thinking about this concept for a while.

>>40291172
Rambling indeed. Best fruit. You're already wearing your garb, having never taken it off. And of course, thanks for the last comment :)

>>40291196
.....artemis you are fuckin amazing. I hope we get the chance to kick some ass with our medieval weapons skills at some point?seriously though, are we a little bit crazy? but that just makes the character more awesome

>>40291078
>>Try calling her again
>>Go straight to home, wait for Eve to arrive, if she isn’t already there.

>>40291115
>>40291152
>>40291161
>>40291234

Writing for OD, along with calling phone.

>>40291232
The real name of this quest is Magical Dad Quest. We had to have a little bit of experience to get away from a yandere, after all.

>>40291078

Alright, you have to find your daughter. That’s first priority. You’re actually starting to feel a bit worried now, almost like- no, you can’t think of those times. You grab your phone and try dialing Eve again.

She picks up after five rings. “Dad! We’re in the Old District, near the-” and the phone cuts out.”

no

No.

NO.

You kick your cycle into the highest gear, racing through the streets, breaking every single road law there is. A small part of your brain thanks that it’s not a busy night, but most is dedicated to

NOBODY HURTS MY FUCKING DAUGHTER.

You arrive in the Old District soon enough, and you take a few seconds to hide your bike in an alleyway before running through the District. Every second you aren’t spending finding Eve is another second...

Another second that may be too late, that may be beyond what you can do.

You find yourself in the centre of Old District before you even realize it. A few people are watching you, backing away uncertainly. You realize that you have both of the canes in either hand, blades still sheathed, but both of them are calling for blood.

Where the fuck is my daughter.

>Ask if someone’s seen your daughter
>Keeps searching yourself
>Parental instincts is a go.

>>40291409
>>Keeps searching yourself
>Parental instincts is a go.
Find monster, go Attack on titan on it Levi style.

>>40291409
>>Parental instincts is a go.
>while yelling
SCURRILOUS KNAVE! FOR LAYING HANDS UPON MINE PROGENY I SHALT UNLEASH MINE FURY UPON THEE WITH THE WRATH OF A HOUND OF HADES!

>>40291409
>Keeps searching yourself
>Parental instincts is a go.

>>40291466
holy fuck im backing this, you have earned your trip good sir.

>>40291409
>Parental instincts is a go.
>>40291466

>>40291409
>>Ask if someone’s seen your daughter

>Parental instincts is a go.

>>40291508
>>40291484
>>40291466
>>40291442

Got it.

Roll 1d100. For my own purposes.

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>40291523

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>40291523
PATERNAL INSTINCTS GO!

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>40291523

>>40291559
never have kids

>>40291559
thank god you didnt roll a one.

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>40291559
Never have children anon.

>>40291565
sorry, i lack paternal instincts.

>>40291581
>>40291565
>>40291559
>>40291554

Thank you. The roll won't have an affect right away.

>>40291409

You continue searching for your daughter, almost stretching out with your mind to find her. She is your life, the one thing that has continued to make this life worth living. Wherever she is, whatever’s hurting her...

Well. They’re not going to live to see the morning.

You run through the streets of the Old District, faster and faster, until you’re almost sprinting, keeping it up for blocks and blocks.

You don’t falter.

You won’t fail.

You’re going to find your daughter, and you’re going to make someone pay.

As you run, you come across a darker section of Old District. Some lamps’ bulbs flutter, others seem to actually be running on gas. Either way, you pay attention, watching, looking with all your might for your daughter.

And...

Something shifts.

The cobbles beneath your feet remain. They feel like stone, and the ring as you kick them with the toe of your shoe.

But the walls around you, the front facing windows, the bricks that make up the buildings...they’re broken. They’re wrong. The angles don’t join up, the corners of the street become the centre of a building further up, and then looking down they weren’t a corner in the first place.

this Place

is

.wrong

You shudder slightly, trying to focus. You can’t get distracted. You need to find Eve...

You hear a scream.

>Run away
>Run towards
>Write In.

>>40291721
>>Run towards
>draw swordcane

>>40291721
>Run towards
>draw swordcane

>>40291721
>Run towards and unsheathe one of the cane blades

>>40291721
If it sounds like a teenage girl produced it
>>Run towards

>>40291721
>Draw Canesword
>Advance slowly towards the scream

>>40291721
>>40291728
>use our feelings of pure unmitigated murder to coat the blade in hatred and desire to protect our daughter

>>40291760
>>40291755
>>40291728
Writing.

>>40291768
can we do that? because I wanna do that, it helps if the character discovers the ability to do something like that.
plus it would look badass as hell

>>40291768
...can we try and do this?

>>40291909
>>40291812
>>40291768

Please roll 1d20.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>40291927

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>40291927

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>40291927

>>40291944
>>40291953
...I think it worked. thanks goodrollsanons!
>>40291974
AND SO IT WAS DISCOVERED THAT THE FATHER WAS DESCENDED FROM AN ANCIENT LINE OF SWORDMAGES!

>>40291999
No need to thank me, just doing my job as a lurker. A sudden jolt of "roll" hit me, and I decided to follow up on that.

Maybe /I/ have magic powers?

>>40292025
Anon Quest, where you roll a 20 to see if you can roll a 20.

>>40292042
Shut up man, he's not supposed to know!

>>40292042
the sad thing is that sounds like something /tg/ will eventually do.

>>40291721

That scream.

That’s Eve.

Without hesitating both of your blades are drawn, the canes themselves now attached to your belt like true scabbards, a blade in each hand, pointing to the side.

Each step you take, the land around you seems to break and fracture a little more, but the path in front of you is clear, hardened and battered into submission by your own fury and determination.

nobody fucks with my daughter

Each step you take covers a little more ground, but it seems to fly underneath your feet, the distance being shortened every time you move your foot forward.

The blades in your hands feel responsive, ready to cut and destroy anything. Even as the world around you breaks, they only become more real, as if true life is a pale imitation of the blades themselves. Your own cane-blade is dark, wisps of shadow coating the blade. And Eve’s blade burns, the light of the sun emanating from it. Both are ready to do as you wish them to do.

Nobody fucks with Eve.

Your body feels ready, throbbing with its own power, muscles taught and ready to move in such a way to systematically destroy anything in your way.

AND NOBODY FUCKS WITH ME.

And you come around the final corner, to find a monster before you. You spot a blonde girl flying up on the air, but that’s not your concern.

Before the monster, you see Eve, slowly trying to back away from it. You see how she’s wearing some uniform, which remind you of something but you can’t remember what...

Because your attention is on her legs. Or, at least one of them. Or, lack thereof of one of them.

Heh.

This thing hurt your daughter.

(1/2)

>>40292092
yeeeees, the berserker rage must FLOW!!!

>>40292092
cripple daughter quest

>>40292145
Katawa Mahou Shoujo?

>>40292145
no no anon, its okay, if anything hurts her again, we'll just tear out its spine and beat it to death with it.

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>>40292176
forgot my pic

>>40292240
Are...we as yandere for our daughter as our wife was for us?

>>40292280
Less yandere and more extreme papa wolf

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>>40292280
nonononononon.... she gave up, we wont EVER do that, we'll always keep her safe

Just caught up with this and so far i'm loving where this is heading!

>>40292092

You step forward, approaching your daughter in a few seconds. The monster pauses its raging as the newcomer joins the battle. The flying girl tries to call down something, but you don’t pay attention.

Instead, you sit down beside Eve, setting your blades to the side momentarily, lifting her head into your lap. You stroke her hair gently, looking at her face. She would almost look like she’s peacefully asleep, if you denied the specks of blood coating her face, how pale she was, how close to death she looks.

Her eyes flutter open, looking up at you wonderingly. “D...Dad?”

You smile at her. “Heya, Evie, sweetie.”

“I...It...hurts.”

You chuckle. “It’s alright, Evie. Let me take care of this, and then we’ll get you home, okay?”

“O...Okay...” she closes her eyes again. You check her pulse, making sure that her heart is still beating (surprisingly steady, actually), before you stand again.

The monster’s hesitation has ended, and it confronts you, roaring. The world fractures around you, and you feel it tearing at you, pulling you apart.

But you hold on, and the blades in your hands harden the reality around you, keeping it together.

“You hurt Eve.”

The world around you continues to harden, Order slowly beating out Chaos. The edges become too straight, the lines too logical, the abstract of everything leaving, only the cold harsh light of Reality remaining.

“So now I’m going to hurt you.”

The monster swings down at you, but you roll underneath the blow and get inside his guard, slicing at the tentacle-legs supporting it. It roars, and slams the ground, sending you flying up into the air.

You spot the blonde girl again, still watching you, this time with a look of awe on her face. Your upward ascent ends, and you start falling back towards the monster. And even as it attempts to hit you out of the air, you cut through its limbs, and land on its neck.

(2/3)

>>40292393
Thanks, anon! Feedback from you guys means the world to me!

>>40292395

“Always wanted to do this,” you mutter to yourself, as you take both blades and sever the monster’s neck. “Feeling like Captain Levi.”

The non-sequitur is lost on the monster. It collapses to the ground, and disappears in a burst of brilliant light.

You drop back down toward the ground, the harsh and cold reality around you slowly dissolving as you swing the blades to clear them of the dark blood before sheathing them again. You walk back over to Eve, who’s still lying down on the ground. You spot the girl sitting next to her again, her hands hovering above Eve’s leg. You watch as golden motes fly around the stump of the leg, watch as it’s slowly healed.

Not all of it. Not enough.

The girl turns to you, shaking. “I-I’m sorry,” she whispers, ghost-white. “T-this was never meant to h-happen...”

>Ignore the girl, and take your daughter home.
>”It’s not your fault. Eve probably persuaded you to let her come. Come with me, you can explain what happened.”
>”Your father’s a nice guy. Head home for the night before he gets worried, like me.”

>>40292463
>>”It’s not your fault. Eve probably persuaded you to let her come. Come with me, you can explain what happened.”
Also I'm calling your dad so he doesn't worry.

>>40292463
>"Come with me, you can explain what happened.”
>(have her explain what happened)
>”Your father’s a nice guy. Head home for the night before he gets worried, like me.”

>>40292463
>”It’s not your fault. Eve probably persuaded you to let her come. Come with me, you can explain what happened.”

>>40292463
>”Your father’s a nice guy. Head home for the night before he gets worried, like me.”

>>40292463
>>”What the fuck happened here? What was that thing? What are you? Why did you let that thing hurt my daughter?"

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>>40292395
YOU HURT EVE! RIP AND TEAR! RIP AND TEAR!
I will laugh my ass off if we can now channel the spirit of a being of primal fury
>>40292508
backing

>>40292463
Aw damn i hope Eve get's her leg fully healed....
>>40292522
We are THE Papa Wolf

>>40292533
seriously, artemis, if you dont let us make a contract with the wolf spirit of rage and fatherly protection, or something similar I will be SORELY disappointed in you

>>40292565
>implying you need to, mate.

>>40292512
>>40292510
>>40292508
>>40292494

Writing for calling John, and saying it's not her fault, sending her home after the explanation. Maybe invite John over.

>>40292463
>”It’s not your fault. Eve probably persuaded you to let her come. Come with me, you can explain what happened.”

>>40292587
Plot twist: We ARE the wolf spirit of rage

>>40292709
You forgot
>And Fatherly Protection

>>40292709
>>40292744
...yeah no I could see that, in fact i kinda hope that, because that would be cool.

>>40292802
Wait, shit, ignore this. Put it in wrong order.

>>40292463

You smile, and ruffle Sam’s hair. “It’s fine, I highly doubt you’re the one who persuaded Eve to come. Much more likely it was the other way round. Here, come back to our place, and you can explain to me about all...this,” you indicate the fragmented world.

Sam sniffs, and nods. “O-okay.”

“I’m just going to call your father as well, explain what happ-”

“No!” Sam cries.

You turn to look at her. “Why not? Shouldn’t he know?”

Sam shivers. “I mean, I’d like him to...but, this is dangerous. I don’t want to involve him. But I have to do it too, and if he stops me...”

You sigh. “Alright, alright. I’ll make a cover story. But, I can’t just hide the fact that,” you cough, “my daughter lost a leg. Something went down tonight, and your dad has to know. Maybe not about this whole...magical girl thing, I guess, but at least that you guys got in trouble.”

Samantha nods. “Alright...then.”

“Now, can you show me the way out of here? Before it collapses around us.”

---

Soon enough, you’re back in your apartment. You had called John as soon as you left the ‘Witchspace’, as Samantha called it, giving him a version about what happened.

“Hello, Beckett Residence.”

“Hi there John!”

The voice perks up. “Oh, hi Mark! What’s up?”

“There’s been a problem.”

The voice pauses. “Is my daughter hurt?”

You look at Samantha by your side, still in her get up. “No, she’s fine. But Eve...”

“Oh god...I’m sorry, is she-”

Your own voice hardens. “She’s alive, but...she’s injured. Crippled.”

“...Is this Samantha’s fault?”

“God no. She wasn’t responsible. To be fair,” you chuckle, “it may have been Eve’s fault. They went into the Old District and got...uh, held up.”

“Wait, you mean-”

“No, not that far, thank god. But she was still injured. I managed to get there in time.”

“What happened?”

“I’ll need to show you my cane-sword later. Let’s say I wasn’t happy.”

(1/2)

>>40292802
soo either we burned out all our rage by violently murdering the thing, or we're putting on a facsimile so that we dont kill everything within a hundred mile radius. my money's on the latter.

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>>40292802

>Oh, hi Mark!

Oh you cheesy fuck.

>>40292827

“Wait, did you call the police? What’s happened to-”

“It’s okay, John. The fact they went that far shows that they’re desperate, the lowest of the low. I don’t think you’ll hear anything on the news about them. Now, I’m just gonna bring Sam back to my place for a bit, check her for injuries, but you’ll need to come pick her up.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. What’s the address?”

“2323 Mallard Road, the big apartment block. I can buzz you in.”

“Alright. Sorry again, Mark.”

“No need to be sorry. See you soon.”

“Seeya.”

You end the call, and turn back to Samantha. “Come on, the building’s just up ahead. We can get you sorted and back into normal clothes up there.”

You both keep walking. Eve’s still in your arms, held like you would when she was still young enough and always wanting to be carried, sitting in the crook of your arms and just resting like that. She’s doing it now, her head leaning into your chest, a slight smile on your face. It’s all jarred by the missing leg, and the blood on the magical garments she’s wearing. And yet, it feels...normal, again. Normal like you haven’t felt in a long time.

Once you’re back in the apartment, you lie down Eve on the sofa, making sure she’s comfy, a thick blanket resting on top of her. Once she’s set up, you check her leg again. It was cut off just above the knee, leaving her thigh behind. The stump itself looks smooth, healed over already.

“Uh...I healed her, as you were fighting the Abomination. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t heal back the leg, not without some more energy.”

You frown. “Would...would it be possible to get her leg back?”

Samantha sighs. “...Yes, kinda. But, not right now. Not for a while.”

“What would it take?” your voice hardens in determination.

Samantha shivers at the tone. “It would take a wish.”

>A wish? Like, genie style? Or PMMM style?
>Can you explain the Abomination part?
>So what exactly are you?

>>40292953
>>A wish? Like, genie style? Or PMMM style?
>>Can you explain the Abomination part?
>>So what exactly are you?

>>40292953
>A wish? Like, genie style? Or PMMM style?
>Can you explain the Abomination part?
>So what exactly are you?

>>40292990
>>40292975
Yeah, should've expected that.

>Prematurely writing.

>>40292953
>>A wish? Like, genie style? Or PMMM style?

>>40292953
>A wish? Like, genie style? Or PMMM style?
>Can you explain the Abomination part?
>So what exactly are you?
really artemis you shouldve anticipated us doing EVERYTHING

>>40292953
>>A wish? Like, genie style? Or PMMM style?
>>Can you explain the Abomination part?
>>So what exactly are you?
Christ almighty i moved into magical girl land. Shit, no Nanoha in sight either.

>>40293026
add this, it fits

>>40293026
Holy shit, this.

>>40292953

You put your head in your hands. “Alright, one moment. Can you start from the beginning? Explain everything?”

Samantha nods. “O-okay. Uh, so I’m what you’d call a magical girl. I heard you call me that. Are you aware of the concept?”

You laugh. “I’m aware. I’m just wondering whether this is PMMM or Nanoha or...shit, I don’t know, Kill la Kill. Certainly wasn’t expecting for my life to become an animu or mango, either.”

Samantha seems a bit lost. “I...what?”

“Just keep explaining, please.”

“Alright, well...the magical girls are, well, girls that are magical...we’re here to fight back the Chaos that’s threatening to envelop the universe. We’re fighting against the entropy of the universe, essentially.”

“Huh, so it’s like a good PMMM.”

“What?”

“Nevermind. Continue.”

“Well, as we fight Chaos, we can collect Shards. Shards are like the lost pieces of reality, because the entropy got too far, or something else. Anyway, if you collect those shards, you can use them to rebuild a new reality. That either means your own world, kinda like Witchspace but not corrupt, or...make a wish, by changing the reality that we already live in. The second one is a LOT harder, requires many more shards than the first. But you are affecting the real universe, so...” Samantha shrugs. “I don’t know, I haven’t done either.”

“Alright then, what about the Abominations? Are they what you call Witches?”

Samantha shakes her head. “No, Witches are...something else. The Abominations are what you usually find. They’re evil, for sure, but they’re uncontrolled beings, wild and savage, and they just seek to cause strife. It’s our job to destroy them.”

“Are all of them that...ah, difficult?”

“No, that one was...on the border of evolving into a Witch. Too powerful.”

“And what about the Witches themselves?”

(1/2)

>>40293246
Is Mom a witch?
I mean, she's obviously a bitch but is she a bitch witch or a witch bitch?

>>40293301

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

>>40293246

“Well, there are seven of them right now. They create Abominations, with the purpose of creating more Witches. That hasn’t happened for a really long time, though. This was probably the closest in a long while. If it hadn’t been for you...” Samantha shudders, “I’m not too sure what would happen, apart from pain.”

“Alright then. I kinda get this. Has anyone killed a Witch?”

Samantha laughs. “You wish. Each one is based off one of the Seven Sins. To kill one, you’d essentially have to be so virtuous that you cancel out their own evil, and the evil of everyone else. It would be a bit difficult.”

You turn to look at Eve. “So what happens now? Is Eve a magical girl?”

Sam nods, then shakes her head again. “Well, she’s in this in-between stage. She has the potential, but she needs a magical item to activate it.”

“What would that be?”

“Anything with a lot of exposure to Chaos, or Order...” she eyes the caneswords, still attached to your belt. “Those would be...quite the magical items.”

You look down at the two canes. “Ah. So these are magical?”

Samantha laughs. “Are you kidding? Those are some of the most magical things I’ve seen...well, ever. Even my own item,” she pulls out a necklace from underneath her dress, “is pretty much something I found on the ground near one of the gates. It had enough that I naturally flipped.”

“And so these swords?”

“Guaranteed flip. And she’ll be incredibly powerful. She’s pretty powerful right now actually. Probably because of you...” Samantha watches you for a bit. “Tell me, Mr. Dunholdt, are you a woman?”

“Well there’s the question. No, I’m not.”

Samantha sighs. “Well, then her mother-”

“No.” you interrupt.

“But-”

“NO. Trust me on this, I can’t think of a worst contender to fight Chaos than her mother.”

“...If you say so.” Samantha seems unconvinced.

You hear the intercom ringing.

>Ah, your dad is here. You can head down.
>Let John up.
>Write In.

>>40293376
>Let John up.

>>40293376
>Let John up

>>40293376
>Let John up.

With that, this is nat20anon signing off for the night. Try not to need any more world-altering rolls while I'm gone.

>>40293376
>>Let John up.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>40293438
Don't worry, i'll handle it if anything comes up.

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>>40293474
......Dear god we have wizards.......

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>>40293474

Oh god.

>>40293474
goddamn
we're gonna give John the BEST welcome now

>>40293474
I shall leave you as my heir to the throne, then.

Roll well, child.

>>40293376
>>Let John up.
It's official, our desire to protect our daughter is so damn strong that we magically enchanted our cane swords with our fatherly fury, and will eventually be lopping the heads off of the big seven witches so that they can never hurt our daughter again.

>>40293491
...so either the swords just got even more magical, or we pass out and talk to the giant wolf shaped embodiment parental fury that sleeps inside our soul. right?
hopehopehopehopehope

>>40293498
The only of the 7 sins that will stand to us is Wrath, who we will actively empower until they may as well be named Khorne.

>>40293545

STOP FUCKING READING MY FUCKING MIND.

>>40293545
and then we'll beat the shit out of him anyway due to RIGHTEOUS FURY!

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>>40293498
>Mfw we take the place of all the witches...
>Mfw no one wants to fight us because we're just trying to protect our daughter and we haven't technically done anything chaotic or evil.....
Let's do it

>>40293603
this is a thing, and it is happening, and when some poor misguided soul TRIES to hurt our daughter,
the pain begins. and it doesn't stop. ever.

>>40293376

You walk on over to the intercom, pressing the speaker button. “Hi there, is that John?”

“Yep.”

“Buzzing you in now. Floor 6, the eight apartment.”

You sigh, and turn back to Samantha. “Alright, you change quickly. Grab some clothes from Eve’s room, other there.” you point at the appropriate door. Samantha nods, and hops off. You put the kettle on, and sit back down besides Eve, resting her head in your lap.

I feel like this song fits this moment: https://soundcloud.com/muramasamusic/2-firefly-ft-nao?in=muramasamusic/sets/someday-somewhere-ep

Again, you feel yourself overwhelmed by that sense of normalcy. Sure, it’s not like you just stopped doing this kinda thing once she became older...but it definitely didn’t happen much. Now, it’s like your sitting by the fire at home, Eve resting on your lap, and you smiling down at her, and back at-

No, not going down that route. You force your attention back on Eve, stroking her hair. She wriggles a little deeper, that slight smile still on her face. Normal. Relaxing.

The doorbell rings, and you go to open the door, letting John in. “Hey there, John.”

“Hi, Mark. Nice to meet you. Shame we couldn’t do this in better circumstances.” you shake hands, and lead him in. “Huh, nice place. I like what you’ve done.”

“Thanks. Can I interest you in some hot chocolate? I’m making a bit more everyone.”

“That...sounds like just what I need, thank you.”

He goes to sit in the living room, and you pour out a few mugs of hot chocolate, setting them down on the living room table. John is watching your daughter, a look of concern on his face. He turns to you. “Is she going to be okay? Do you need to take her to the hospital?”

>Admit the truth.
>Explain you already took care of it, you’re qualified.
>Half truth (Don’t know why, but it’s healed already).