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>>42458800
[2/2]

“She can take care of herself!” you yell. The floorboards explode as Otto fires upwards, apparently trying to guess where you’re going. Probably for obvious reasons, he can’t follow you up the rickety wood stairs. Good thing he doesn’t have a rocketpack or anything. You look down the hole to see Lightning rush at Otto, stunning him and sending him back out the door. She slashes at the armor. The blade pings off with a shuddering blue glow to the plate. Must be some sort of anti-magic shielding. Great. “Come on, she’s giving us time!”

But out of the hole flies up Tiny. She lands, drawing up a pair of anti-magic pistols. “You’re not going anywhere!”

> TINY <
> Little girl, big guns <

> “Run, Bomber, I’ll cover you!”
> Screw this, keep running!
> Take Tiny together, it’s two on one!
> Other

>>42458816
>Take Tiny together, it’s two on one!
Smack the bitch down.

>>42458816
>> Take Tiny together, it’s two on one!
We should be calling her something like Tiny Menace.

>>42458816
> Take Tiny together, it’s two on one!

>>42458816
> “Run, Bomber, I’ll cover you!”

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> Take Tiny together, it’s two on one!

You spin up your shields, throwing one at her. She blasts off to the left, firing a barrage of anti-magic pellets at you and Bomber. The two of you duck and lie out for cover as she repositions. “Bomber, now!”

She nods, pulling one of her signature Thompsons out of her dress. A suppressive volley pins Tiny down behind an overturned table. Now’s your chance! As soon as Bomber begins reloading, you rush at the little hunter. Tiny pokes her head up, then immediately ducks. She just narrowly avoided a shield to the face. She blasts back with her rocketpack, again keeping distance between you and her. And with that, she fires off another barrage of anti-magic at you. This time, you keep your shields up. The pellets spark and explode off your shield, sending embers of fire all over the floor.

“Now!” you yell again. You open your shields and duck to the side, letting a freshly reloaded Bomber hop into the fray. She again fires off another storm of bullets at Tiny, who quickly blasts off around the room, faster than Bomber can turn. She drags her feet to a stop, then lobs a grenade.

“Look out!” The two of you jump, and it blows another fiery hole into the castle floor. You look over to see Bomber A-OK, simply nursing a bruise on her head, still holding the book underarm. Tiny has more or less disappeared in the confusion. Great, fine, at least she’s out of your hair.

[1/2]

>>42459445
[2/2]

Lightning explodes out of the floor, popping down next to you, with bruises and cuts all over. Her little minidress is nearly torn to shreds, showing off her vulnerable body underneath. “That robot ghost thing is together than it looks!” Your ear twitches. You both immediately jump out of the way of another machine gun barrage. It tears more cracks and holes into the floor, and reveals the light up at the ceiling. “Where are we going!?”

“Up!” You grab Bomber again and make for the stairs, but quickly stop.

You see Tiny toss in a grenade through the window on the next floor, then quickly fly away into the sky. It explodes into a burst of flame. Oh, great. It starts enveloping the old, dusty wood floor quickly, and immediately smoke begins to develop. Damn it, damn it.

“We can’t keep going up!” says Bomber.

“Well I’m not going back down!” says Lightning. You look down the stairs, through a hole in the floor to see Otto the Poltergeist staring up at you, apparently in the middle of reloading his guns.

“You can’t run forever, Liberty!” screams Knives.

Okay, stuck between a burning building or a giant Nazi robot ghost. This isn’t a choice you have to make every day.

> Keep going up.
> Head down.
> Screw that, it’s only the second floor, jump out a window.
> Other

>>42459470
> Keep going up.
Fucking Tiny

>>42459470
>Keep going up.

>>42459470
>> Keep going up.

>>42459470
> Screw that, it’s only the second floor, jump out a window.
Window-time.

>>42459470
>Screw that, it’s only the second floor, jump out a window.
Let the burning castle collapse on top of them.

>>42459470
> Screw that, it’s only the second floor, jump out a window.

>>42459470
> Keep going up

>>42459470
>Screw that, it’s only the second floor, jump out a window.

Why are late-anons so dedicated to tying?

Should we dice it?

>>42459998
I've already began writing for "Keep Going Up"

>>42460016
That's cool.

>>42459998
The last vote came half a hour later and 10min after another tie breaking one, don't know how long you think GS should wait.

>>42460035
Just got here, didn't check the times.

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> Keep going up.

“Our only chance is up! Let’s go!” You spin up your shields, blasting back the smoke and smog. The fires are mostly harmless as long as you keep away. But already you can feel the heat rush up your skirt, up your sleeves, and start burning you away. The sweat runs down your body as you start running up the stairs.

“Ah!” Bomber’s leg falls right through a stairstep. “Help!” Lightning quickly steps back and pulls her out, pushing her onto the next floor. “Thank you, thank you!”

“Keep moving!” You rush for the next flight of stairs, but immediately Tiny again appears in a window. She fires off another barrage of anti-magic pellets. This time, you’re prepared again. They sparkle and fizzle right off of your shield. But the embers are already sparking and creating new fires off the floor. Before you can react, Tiny again disappears. Damn it! If only you could fly! “Come on!” Before you can reach it, the next set of stairs explodes from a barrage of machine gun bullets.

“Damn it!” yells Lightning. “Now what!?”

Bomber gently pushes you and Lightning back. “Stand back.” She holsters the Thompson into her dress then pulls out a Sturmpistole. She blasts the tiny shaped charge into the ceiling, blasting a hole big enough for the three of you. Without another word, she leaps up, then holds out her hand. “Come on!” Lightning grabs it, being hoisted up. You next, and you quickly make it up the floor.

[1/2]

>>42460154
[2/2]

Tiny again appears through the window, this time lobbing a few more grenades down. They burst into a storm of fire, engulfing the stairs again. “I don’t suppose you have another one of those!?” asks Lightning.

Bomber reaches into her skirt. “Hold on, hold on. I think I might have a blunderbuss tucked in here somewhere.” She pulls out a few pistols, tossing them aside. “No, no…”

“It looks like you three need help.” You blink, then turn to the source of that voice. Kirby. He tilts his head, wagging his cat-like tail, sitting upon an old set of Samurai armor rusting away. “I am here to assist you.”

“Took you long enough!” yells Lightning.

> KIRBY <
> The Messenger of the Continental United States <

Bomber grins, kneeling down next to Kirby. “I knew you’d come for us! You have to help us!”

He looks around. “Indeed, this is quite the predicament you three are in.”

“Oh, no, no, burning buildings and Nazis about to kill us are very fun, Kirby,” you say. He tilts his head, apparently not understanding your sarcasm.

> “We need battle help.”
> “We need a way out.”
> “We need a distraction.”
> Other

>>42460177
> “We need a way out.”

>>42460177
>“We need a way out.”

>>42460177
>“We need a way out.”

>>42460177

> You are in a tall, decrepit, Japanese wood based structure.
> Your enemies are presently several stories below you trying to shoot you.
> Drop the building on them by further compromising the support beam.
> Ask the little guy for a way out.

>>42460177
> “We need a distraction.”
Anything you got Kirbs!

>>42460177
>> “We need a way out.”
We have the book, battling it out is unnecessary.

>>42460177
>“We need a way out.”

>>42460177
> “We need a way out.”
I was planning on seeing if Knives would kill Tiny for us but this works too.

>>42460237

Simultaneously compromise four of the three load beating columns holding the roof. Let gravity collapse the rest of the structure almost instantly.

>>42460177
>“We need a way out.”

>>42460317
And get crushed ourselves? Yeah no thanks.

>>42460379

Depends on how he can get us out. I assume he can teleport, which may be a mistake. At the same time, it's not exactly like they can bring planes in here to do the job. And if they can, parting shots could still down the building.

>>42460379

What would Teddy Roosevelt do? Well, scratch that, Teddy would probably be down at the bottom level with a knife clenched in his teeth and knuckles pressing firmly against Nazi face.

But as a close second, hitting Nazi's with buildings is awesome.

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> “We need a way out.”

“Kirby, we’ve got a Tiny assassin trying to kill us above us and a giant Nazi robot ghost and Knives downstairs. We have nowhere to go and we need a way out!”

Kirby nods. “Very well.” He points to the window. “Jump out of that window there when I say to.” He quickly hops off the armor, scurries over to the window and jumps out, disappearing a puff of magic smoke. Well, that was helpful.

“He wants us to jump out of a window!?” Lightning balks at the suggestion. “We could’ve done that two floors ago!”

“We don’t have a choice.” You move on over to the window, and then smash up the old rotted paper and wood to give you more room for error. Bomber and Lightning stand next to you, ready to face anyone who comes by. And sure enough, they do. A pair of Stosstruppen backed up by Knives herself hop up through a hole in the floor.

> KNIVES <
> Leader of the vaunted Magisch Korps and Magical Girl Liberty’s fanclub <

“Liberty, don’t jump!” she yells. “I can’t make love to a pulpy corpse!” Ugh, that is disgusting. The Stosstruppen glance at each other in disgust, then point their guns at you. “Give us the book now and I’ll let you live!”

“Fat chance!” you yell. You look out the window. Um. Anytime now, Kirby. Bomber pulls out a Thompson, while Lightning readies her naginata. “Buy us some time, go!” Bomber quickly fires a barrage of bullets, shooting up one of the troopers and sending Knives and the other to the floor to cover. Lightning’s chance, she closes the distance. The other trooper rises to a kneel, only to be speared. His corpse is thrown aside, leaving only Knives now.

[1/2]

>>42460763
[2/2]

“Ah come on! This isn’t 1938, I can’t just replace those guys!” she shouts. You and Bomber stay by the window, watching Knives and Lightning duel it out. Lightning has reach with her naginata, but Knives has flexibility. Every powerful attack Lightning can give, Knives has a counter.

You look out the window again, to see Tiny setting another firetrap above you. She obviously intends to bring the building down on top of you. She flies off, and sets them off, sending the entire floor above into flames. Oh great. “Um, Kirby!?” you yell. “Any time now!”

You blink, seeing a dot in the distance. Is that…

It is!

“Bomber, stay here!” You rush to Lightning’s aide, and tackle Knives before she can land a powerful blow. She flies right into a wall, ripping a hole through the burning wood. “Go, get to the window!” Lightning nods, running off. Knives rises again, dusting herself, her shoulder on fire.

“What, don’t want to invite your little Jap?” She grins, quirking her brows. “I’m up for a ménage à trois!” You shake your head, throwing a shield at her. She flips right over it, rushing at you with knives held high. You step back, dodging and weaving. “Come on!” She licks her lips. “Just the tip, it won’t hurt!”

Kirby appears on your shoulder suddenly. “Now’s the time to jump.”

> Run to the window and jump.
> Defeat Knives first.
> Other

>>42460780
>> Run to the window and jump.

>>42460780
>Run to the window and jump.
Time to bug out!

>>42460780
> Run to the window and jump.
Leave Knives for some other day, it's every girl for herself!

>>42460780
>Run to the window and jump.

>>42460780
>Run to the window and jump.
>This way Knives

>>42460780
>Run to the window and jump.

>>42460780
>> Run to the window and jump.

>>42460780
>Run to the window and jump.
Obey the cat.

>>42461109
This would be bad advice in most MG quests, really.

> Run to the window and jump.

Oh nuts. You quickly punch Knives in the cheek, stunning her. With a quick turn of your heels you make your way to the window. “Come back!” Knives yells at you as you run. “Sure, a burning building about to collapse is not the best place but I can be flexible!” Lightning takes your hand as you mount up at the window.

Tiny drops down, floating at the window. “You’re not going anywhere.” She pulls back the slide an anti-magic rifle, bearing down on the three of you. You nudge your head, warning her. She turns, and immediately blasts up.

Why?

Because one of Operator #5’s Wings was coming.

You three take the leap of faith. Instead of dirt or mud you’re slamming into, it’s hard metal and aluminum. You grab onto a handhold on the wing, and hold on for dear life so as to make sure the vibrations don’t kick you off. Lightning and Bomber hold onto you, nearly choking the air out of you. You look back to see the castle, burning up in flames.

No sign of the Skeleton Samurai. You give a fond salute of him, then begin clawing your way to the fuselage.

-

-

“Fortress. It’s good to see you.” The Wing was large enough for a group of ten, making it comfortable for the five of you, Kirby, Sumire, Rana, yourself, and Magical Girl Fortress (Grace Belle). She was currently flying the Wing, normally used for suborbital surveillance flight. Fortress herself operates out of these on smash and burn raid operations however, so you guess it’s not too much of a stretch for her to bring one of these down.

> MAGICAL GIRL FORTRESS <
> A flying Magical Girl with a pessimistic streak. <

She looks back as you pat her shoulder, keeping a good grip on the control. You were already keeping steady at 10,000 feet, heading towards the United States. “Likewise. It’s been a while, Liberty.” She smiles at you. “Guess me and you are square now.”

[1/2]

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>>42461505
[2/2]

Hmph. Guess you are.

“How’d you bring this down fast enough?” you ask.

“Oh, you’d be surprised what these things are capable of,” she says. “When Kirby told me it looked like you needed help, I actually wanted to just fly in on my own. Of course, that’d probably have uh… gotten me killed. So I did the smart thing and mounted this up, brought it into a dive, boom.” She snaps her finger. “Bob’s your uncle as the Brits say.”

You nod. “Well, thanks. Where are we headed now?’

“I just finished up things down in Kyushu and Honshu so we’re heading back to the states to be debriefed. You got that Atlas thing?” You look back to see Rana, fallen fast asleep in her seat, clutching the book in her arms.

“No, but we got the next best thing,” you say.

“Sweet. Go ahead and take a rest. I’ll keep this thing moving.”

> Talk with Sumire. She’s staring out the window, seems a bit grim all of a sudden.
> Nap. You’re tired, and for once nobody punched you in the chest. A good day all things considered.
> Talk with Kirby. He’s been working on something with the other Messengers, so it’s rare to see him out and about.
> Other

>>42461516
> Talk with Sumire. She’s staring out the window, seems a bit grim all of a sudden.
It's her country and all, so.

>>42461516
>Talk with Sumire. She’s staring out the window, seems a bit grim all of a sudden.

>>42461516
>Talk with Kirby. He’s been working on something with the other Messengers, so it’s rare to see him out and about.

>>42461516
> Talk with Sumire. She’s staring out the window, seems a bit grim all of a sudden.

>>42461516
>> Talk with Kirby. He’s been working on something with the other Messengers, so it’s rare to see him out and about.

>>42461516
> Talk with Sumire. She’s staring out the window, seems a bit grim all of a sudden.

>>42461516
>Talk with Sumire. She’s staring out the window, seems a bit grim all of a sudden.

>>42461516
>Talk with Sumire. She’s staring out the window, seems a bit grim all of a sudden.
Bully the waifu.

> Talk with Sumire. She’s staring out the window, seems a bit grim all of a sudden.

“Sumire.” You sit down next to her, and she looks over at you with an expression that says, “What.” You smile at her. “How are you doing?”

She shrugs. “Okay.”

You purse your lips a bit, leaning towards a bit. “Okay?”

“Okay.” She looks at you, a little angrier now. “I’m just glad we didn’t go into the cities. That’s the worst of it in there. People screwing over others.” She crosses her arms. “Whatever.”

“Hey, you can talk about it with me you know.” You take her hand, squeezing it tight. “I’m sorry if it brought back any unpleasant memories, going back to Japan. But… you know, we have a job to do. And with you, I get that job done well. And hey, we got the book, we’ll be able to find out where the Atlas is, boom. You won’t ever need to go back to Japan again.”

“Says you.” She gently forces her hand free. “Look, just leave me alone, okay?” She stares out the window.

You frown a bit.

> “Alright then.”
> Tease her. She always teases you when you’re trying to focus.
> Other

>>42461942
Now now anon, there's not gonna be bullying.

>>42461957
>“Alright then.”

>>42461957
> Tease her. She always teases you when you’re trying to focus.
I-it's gotta work, right?

>>42461957
>“Alright then.”

>>42461957
>Tease her. She always teases you when you’re trying to focus.

>>42461957
>“Alright then.”
Sumire plz

>>42461957
>Tease her. She always teases you when you’re trying to focus.
Bully.

>>42461957
> “You can always come to me if you wanna talk, alright?"

>>42461957

> "I'm just worried is all, and I know you'd do the same for me."
> "You've done the same for me."

>>42462003
It's not bully, it's just tease anon!

>>42461957
>> “Alright then.”

> “Alright then.”

You cross your arms, sighing. “Alright then, Sumire.” You place your hand on her shoulder, frowning. “But listen. Same way you’re there for me and Rana, I’m there for you and her too. Don’t let these things eat at you, alright?”

She shrugs. “Alright.” You nod, leaning back and cross your legs. You pick up a book from the side of the seat. It’s going to be a while before you make it back to the states. And right now, a nice long break is what you need.

You grimace, thumping your chest a bit. Wound’s acting up again.

-

-

> STRATEGIC SERVICES OFFICE OUTPOST – CALIFORNIA <

“The Magisch Korps involvement in searching for the Atlas is not surprising, but the level of which they have changed their structure is. We have learned through channels in Germany that higher ups within the Reich’s hierarchy have seen funding to the Korps cut. Obviously this means they can no longer afford to recruit soldiers, distribute their advanced technology, or use armored vehicles in the scale they used to.”

The five of you are addressed by Operator #5 in front of the big screen within the California Outpost of the SSO. Fortress has already debriefed him on the sabotage of the Super Yamato and surveillance on the Japanese Fleet, and you as well have debriefed him on what you have learned about the Atlas as well and where you’re going to go with it.

[1/2]

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>>42462422
[2/2]

“This means our newest threat for now is the Japanese. We still have no idea what they intend to do with the Atlas. But if it has the power that it is rumored to hold, then we must not allow it to be found. Kirby must return to his work with the other Messengers for now, and as for Fortress she is to return to high level surveillance. Liberty, at your discretion, come see me for further orders.” The screen cuts out.

Fortress smiles. “Well, guess this is where we part ways.” She offers her hand, and you shake it heartily. “Good luck, Libby. You’re gonna need it.” She heads out of the briefing room.

Kirby moves onto your shoulder. “I am sorry that I cannot assist you further. But our work demands our full attention.”

“What are you even working on?” asks Lightning.

Kirby points to your chest. “A way to get that Shard out of her chest.” Really? Why didn’t they say this before? “If you are wondering why we did not say this before, we still have nothing in terms of a solid plan. Surgery may seem simple, but the anti-magic Shard being so close to the heart could kill her if we move it improperly. It is interesting that Liberty is able to make use of her powers at all in fact.”

You cross your arms. “When were you going to tell me this?”

“When we had a solution. I especially did not want to get your hopes up,” he says. Fair enough. “For now, I must return. Be on your way.” He disappears in a cloud of smoke.

Lightning yawns a bit. “Well, I’m getting my pay for the mission. You coming?”

> “Sure.”
> “I’ll catch up. Let me talk to #5.”
> Other

>>42462446
> “I’ll catch up. Let me talk to #5.”

>>42462446
>“I’ll catch up. Let me talk to #5.”

>>42462446
> “Sure.”
Hangin' out with the Sumire, gettin' cash with the Sumire...

>>42462446

> "I'll catch up. Let me talk to #5."
We're treating Sumire to something nice with our pay.

>>42462547
Like what, anon?

>>42462446
>> “I’ll catch up. Let me talk to #5.”

>>42462446
> “I’ll catch up. Let me talk to #5.”

>>42462580

Sake? Steak? Hell, I don't know what she likes.

>>42462657
I'm sure we'll figure something out.

> “I’ll catch up. Let me talk to #5.”

You cross your arms. “I’ll catch up to you. Let me talk to #5.” She nods, as does Rana, and they both leave you alone in the room. You press a button on the remote, calling him. The static on the screen reverts back to Operator #5’s usual shadowy schtick.

“You’re back already?” he asks.

You nod. “What are your orders?”

“For now, we need to figure out what the Japanese or the Germans may be planning for the Atlas. I don’t suppose you’ve asked the good Major what it was.” You shake your head. “She probably would’ve told you if you asked. That’s a shame.” You roll your eyes, allowing him to continue. “Regardless, I have top men decoding the book and figuring out the location of the Atlas. It will be available within the next day or so. But your job now is to sabotage and disrupt Magisch Korps operations within the Asian theatre. Clear?”

“Clear.” Sabotage and disrupt huh? Easy enough. “What do you want me to do first?”

“There is a Nazi scientist named Doctor Helmut Kalbfleischer working with the Japanese Unit 731. A contact within the area has noted his disgruntlement with the work he is subjected with, and has figured out his intention to defect. You will leave tomorrow morning to extract him, and send him on his way to an extraction point where we have men waiting to retrieve him.”

You nod. Okay. “… is there a catch?”

“The Communists are also aware of his intention to defect. And no doubt they will be dispatching someone to retrieve him.” Great. Communists. “Our spies in the Russian network have noted that they have not dispatched anyone just yet, but that will change once they figure out his location. For now, we can be afford to be patient.”

“Alright.” You nod. “Is that all?”

[1/2]

>>42463201
Damn commies!

>>42463201
[2/2]

“Kalbfleischer has connections to the Magisch Korps as well, actually. He was the man behind some of their genetic modification programs. Do take note of that.” Fine, a chance to encounter Knives again, always fun. “He’ll be somewhere in India. We’ll have an exact location for you in the morning. Good luck, Liberty. But remember, if you find out something new about the Atlas, that will be your top priority.”

Very well. His screen shifts back into static.

-

-

The three of you walk along the busy streets of Los Angeles. A bit of a one-horse town in your opinion. You figure that if it were to get something big like a baseball team or something, it might definitely get to become a real bigger town. Though, that’s not likely to ever happen. “So, get the guy, bring him back?” asks Sumire. You nod. Rana walks alongside, reading the latest technical catalogue. “That’s it?”

“Yep.”

“Simple.”

You narrow your eyes. “Really?”

“Yeah!” She grins. “I am a people person, unlike you and Rana, Libby.”

Rana frowns. “Hey, I can be nice!” She leans over. “I can be nice right?” You nod to her. “See, she’s says I can be nice!”

She scoffs. “It’s not just about being nice, it’s about being in command and…” She sighs, groaning. “I’m bored now. We’re not leaving until tomorrow morning?” You nod. “Great. What do we do until then?”

> Treat Sumire to her favorite treat. Ice cream.
> Treat Rana to an airshow. A barnstorming pilot’s in town. Hopefully not that Nazi loving Lindbergh.
> There's a barnstorming baseball team in town. Treat them both to a game. But mostly yourself.
> Other

>>42463235
> Treat Sumire to her favorite treat. Ice cream.
> Treat Rana to an airshow. A barnstorming pilot’s in town. Hopefully not that Nazi loving Lindbergh.
Libby spoils them too much.

>>42463235
>Treat Sumire to her favorite treat. Ice cream.
> Treat Rana to an airshow. A barnstorming pilot’s in town. Hopefully not that Nazi loving Lindbergh.
Time to treat the team!

>>42463235
> Treat Sumire to her favorite treat. Ice cream.
> Treat Rana to an airshow. A barnstorming pilot’s in town. Hopefully not that Nazi loving Lindbergh.

>>42463235
>Treat Rana to an airshow. A barnstorming pilot’s in town. Hopefully not that Nazi loving Lindbergh.

>>42463235
> There's a barnstorming baseball team in town. Treat them both to a game. But mostly yourself.
Libby needs her hobby too!!

>>42463235
>> Other
ALL THE THINGS!

>>42463370
Not sure we have time for both Rana's and Libby's things though.

>>42463391
There will be ice cream at the airshow.

>>42463425
Yes, but that's Sumire's treat.

>>42463235
>>42463370
If there's time it sounds good. If not, I guess Libby has to suffer!

>>42463235
> Treat Sumire to her favorite treat. Ice cream.
> Treat Rana to an airshow. A barnstorming pilot’s in town. Hopefully not that Nazi loving Lindbergh.
A chance to deny GS baseball? I'll take it!

I wonder what a Nazi scientist working for the Japanese is doing in India, though.

>>42463555
>A chance to deny GS baseball? I'll take it!
Haha, rude anon.
And probably something related to the aryan race or whatever.

>>42463555
Seeing as the scientist is working for unit 731, I'd imagine that he's torturing civilians for "science".

>>42463621
In India though? Unit 731 operated in China, you know, Japanese occupied territory.

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Suddenly, a wild Jagdpanzer IV appears out of a side street!

> It's battle time!
> Take the girls and run
> Attempt to pacify it with hot dogs. German panzers like sausage, right?
> Other

>>42463806
Anon please. Hotdogs.

> Treat Sumire to her favorite treat. Ice cream.
> Treat Rana to an airshow. A barnstorming pilot’s in town. Hopefully not that Nazi loving Lindbergh.

-

-

As much as you want to go to see one of the few baseball teams around for miles, you have to put your girls first. That means going to an airshow, and that means going to get Sumire a lot of ice cream. You three sit in the bleachers in your nicest casual dresses. You in a blue blouse with a black miniskirt combined with some stockings, Rana in a cool pink dress with a belt around the waist, and Sumire in a green dress with a very loose skirt and some stockings as well. Just some girls around on the town looking at the pretty planes!

Rana looks up ahead, holding the program in her hands, grinning as every plane flies by. “Oooh! A Beechcraft Staggerwing!” She gasps. The gorgeous yellow biplane speeds on by, buzzing the entire row of bleachers filled with dazzled young people. Everyone from dreamy children, their parents, and their parents as well. You guess you can appreciate something like this too, watching planes do spins and loops.

Sumire munches down on all of her ice cream, a huge bowl of it requested specifically. Costed a lot of money to get that. She licks the spoon dry, then takes up another large spoonful. “So who’s winning?”

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Rana looks up her scoresheet she had been keeping track of. “Well, McDaniel is leading second with a time of five minutes around the course and then there’s…” Her eyes widen. She grins, leaning over. “Jacky Cochran leading with a time of four minutes, thirty seconds!” She bounces her seat. “Aaahhh! I can’t stand it!”

Sumire squints. “Who’s Jacky Cochran?”

She gasps. “Only the best pilot who ever lived!” Rana glares at Sumire. “You live under a rock?” Sumire looks at you, then shrugs. Just accept it. “Once she lands, I’m going to get her autograph!” Her fists shake in unbridled glee. “Ooohh! I can’t handle it!”

You smirk a bit, and then look over at Sumire. “Christ, Sumire. Clean up after yourself.” She’s getting vanilla ice cream all over her nice dress. You pick up a napkin and then start pressing down on her chest, wiping it off. But when you look at her face, she has the smuggest grin, looking at you. “… what?”

“Oh, nothing!” She glances away, giggling a bit.

> Push harder.
> “Fine, clean your own dress.”
> “Well, this is a change from this morning.”
> Other

>>42463881
> “Well, this is a change from this morning.”
All she needed was ice cream. Bitches love ice cream.

>>42463881
>Push harder.
I don't trust her when she's being cute. Or any other time.

>>42463881
> Push harder.

>>42463881
>> “Well, this is a change from this morning.”

>>42463881

> Remain oblivious.
> Lick the napkin a little and give it an honest try.
> Then use another another napkin and give her a bib.

>>42463881
> "You doing better now, then?"

>>42463964
Oh, I like your idea anon. Bib would be cute and condescending in appropriate doses.

>>42463881
Adding support for bib onto >>42463928

>>42463881
>Push harder.

> Push harder.
> Other

You take another napkin and unfold it. That’ll be for later. But first, you take a lick of your napkin then shove it onto her chest, wiping it clean of all the little white droplets of ice cream. “Yuck,” she says. Right, you crumple this napkin up and grab the spare one. You gently fold one end of it down her neck, and then spread it across her chest. “… what’s this?”

“A bib,” you say. “For babies like you.” Rana giggles quietly, trying not to laugh. Sumire blushes, puffing her cheeks out and glaring at you. “Don’t look at me like that, learn some table manners you damn Jap.” She huffs, continuing to eat her ice cream in the same manner as before. At least now the droppings are dripping down onto the makeshift bib.

Just after that though, the planes starts landing down. “Oooh!” Rana stands up quickly. “Jackie’s plane is landing! I gotta get her autograph! Oh but I don’t have anything for her to autograph!” You motion to her hat, laying on her lap. “Oh, right!” She grins, stepping down the bleachers to go meet Jackie Cochran.

Sumire hums a bit. “Goodness, Rana really loves her planes, huh?”

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>>42464382
[2/2]

“She’s one of those girls,” you say. “Probably should’ve been born a boy considering how much she loves technology and engineering. I guess God decided otherwise.”

Sumire nods. “You not getting an autograph?”

“Nah.” You lean back, crossing your legs. “I mean, Cochran’s a good pilot but you know, I’m a baseball girl through and through.”

“Oh yeah, that reminds me.” She snaps her fingers, reaching for her purse. “Remember that first game you took me to? The one with all the colored boys?” You nod. It really stinks that that asshat Landis won’t integrate the teams. It means nobody will ever see Satchel Paige strikeout Babe Ruth.

“Yeah, I remember you falling asleep after the 2nd inning.”

She shrugs. “Baseball’s boring, what can I say?” She grins a bit, then pulls out a baseball. “Here you go. That one’s for you.”

A baseball? You can get one of these at any store. You start turning it around. What’s so special about… is that Satchel Paige’s signature? Satchel Paige, one of the greatest pitchers in the game!? You narrow your eyes. It is. Your heart starts racing. How did-

> “Come on, I didn’t eat anything and I don’t have anymore money!”

You blink. Did she use her pay to buy a Satchel Paige signed ball?!

She smiles. “What do you think?”

> “Words cannot describe how much I love you right now.”
> “… it’s alright.”
> “You shouldn’t have.”
> Other

>>42464393
> “You shouldn’t have.”

>>42464393
> “Words cannot describe how much I love you right now.”
Motherfucking signed ball!

>>42464393

> "Words cannot describe how much I love you right now."
> "But you shouldn't have. It's too much."

>>42464393
>“Words cannot describe how much I love you right now.”

>>42464393
>>42464457
Yeah, that sounds about right.

>>42464393
>> “Words cannot describe how much I love you right now.”

>>42464393
>“Words cannot describe how much I love you right now.”
Still managed to get that baseball in, huh? Ah well, Sumire being a good girl is worth it.

>>42464549
To think anons wanted to bully...

>>42464578
I still want to, but in a loving way.

>>42464578

The bib was more bully than I had thought it would be. Still kind of adorable.

> “Words cannot describe how much I love you right now.”

You shake your heads. “I can’t put into words how much I love you right now.” Sumire guffaws, gently pushing you away. Nope, nope. You take her in a tight hug and give her a big kiss on the cheek. “This is such an amazing gift, Sumire! But it’s so much, you shouldn’t have!”

She rolls her eyes, you still holding onto her. “Ah, well, I figure I should brownnose you a little. You’re the girl that did recommend how much I get paid you know.” You plant two fingers on the spot you kissed her, then gently push her away. “Ha! Seriously, don’t mention it. I mean, it wasn’t like it cost that much.”

“… how much?”

“… 200 bucks.”

Wow. She willingly spent two-hundred dollars on a baseball just for you? Huh, the guy that sold this thing must have really gypped her. “Still. Thanks, Sumire. I’m not giving you back the ball if that’s what you think.” She holds her hands up defensively. “… but seriously, thanks so much. This really means a lot. I don’t know how to put it into words.”

She snaps her fingers. “If you think that’s bad.” She reaches into her purse, and produces another baseball. “Check this one out.” You nearly have a heart attack. That one’s signed by Josh Gibson! “This one’s for Rana when we get back to our bunks.”

“You’ve got a generosity streak going on,” you say. You smile. “I like it.”

She huffs. “I hate it. I hate not having money to burn.” She crosses her arms, pouting a bit. “So cherish that gift well. Otherwise I can sell it for twice the money I bought it for.” You smirk a little, giggling as you put the ball into your purse.

“Guys, guys!” Rana runs up the bleachers again. “I got her autograph, I got her autograph, look!” Rana holds up her hat, now emblazoned with Jackie Cochran’s signature. “Oooh! I’m so excited! I can’t stand it!”

You check your watch. About 5 to 6 actually. It’s just about time to go. You look over at Sumire knowingly, and she nods back, grinning. Rana’s in for a surprise.
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>>42464961
[2/2]

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-

The SSO provided you with an apartment to stay in for the evening until tomorrow morning when you need to leave for India. For now, it was barebones, barren of most extraneous furniture, with plain white wallpaper, with two bedrooms. Clearly you’re going to have to sleep on the couch. “I’ll get to making some dinner.” Rana and Sumire smile, deciding to turn on the radio and pull out some cards to play while you get the ovens running.

As you put on your apron and put the pot on, Kirby appears again. “Liberty.”

“Kirby.” You look over at him. “I thought you were busy.”

“I am. But I have decided to check on you again. I know that Shard in your chest must not be very comfortable.”

“Oh no, it’s like having the debilitating weakness I always wanted. Next time you can give me polio so I can roll around in a wheelchair like FDR.” Kirby tilts his head. “Don’t give me that look, everyone knows he’s a cripple.”

“Very well. Do give me your honest opinion however. Is it really that much of a weakness?”

> “Not really. I just have to be more careful.”
> “The sooner it comes out the better.”
> “Nah. I hardly notice it.”
> Other

>>42464979
>“The sooner it comes out the better.”
Even grazing it puts Libby down for the count, and that's unacceptable. It needs to go.

>>42464979

> "The sooner it comes out the better."

>>42464979
>> “The sooner it comes out the better.”
It really puts a damper on things.

>>42464979
> “The sooner it comes out the better.”

>>42464979
>“The sooner it comes out the better.”
We need this out sooner rather than later.

>>42464979
> “Not really. I just have to be more careful.”

>>42464979
> “The sooner it comes out the better.”
For sure.

> “The sooner it comes out the better.”

“The sooner it comes out the better.” You fill the pot up with some water and start boiling it. Some spaghetti would be good today. “I can’t run around with what is essentially an off button on my chest. It’s… it’s really hard to accept, Kirby.” You place your hands on your hips, staring straight at him. What else can you say really?

Kirby nods. “I understand. If it makes you feel better, we will find a way to get it out of your body without killing you. Until then, I will have to maintain limited contact. Do take care.” He disappears again.

You sigh. Might as well get the sauce ready. After a healthy amount of work and a sweat breaking time trying to get the noodles good and floppy, you’ve got three plates of spaghetti. You put them down on the coffee table for Rana and Sumire. “Awesome!” Rana grins, happily suckling away at the noodles.

Sumire twirls her fork as she watches you eat. “You ever think of teaching someone how to cook?”

“I tried to.” You look directly at her. “Don’t you remember?”

“… hey the fire department said it was okay,” Sumire mutters.

“What was that?” asks Rana.

“Nothing,” you both say. “Oh, Rana!” Sumire reaches into her purse. “I got a gift for you.” Rana leans over, blinking in surprise. “Ta-da! A Josh Gibson signed ball!” Rana stares blankly at Sumire. “You do not want to know how much it cost me to get it but well… Here you go!” Sumire drops it Rana’s hand, and she stares at it in complete shock.

…

Sumire tilts her head. “Are you okay?” Rana flops over onto her back. She’s fainted.

You look at her. “You couldn’t have waited until after dinner?”

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>>42465590
[2/2]

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-

The radio blares late night music as you settle onto the couch. For now you put Rana to bed after her faint pretty much knocked her out. And as for Sumire, she’s busy changing into a nightgown for bed. You yourself have already changed into a new fresh one, your old one got ruined during the mission to China. Regrettable, but a risk you suppose when you bring your favorite fashion items. You sigh, crossing your arms as you lie underneath the blanket.

Weakness.

No, don’t think about that. Think about something else, think about…

Sumire.

Oh, hell no. If she found out you were thinking about her while you sleep, you’d never hear the end of it. You STILL never hear the end of how you bought her matching swimsuits for you and her.

You sigh. Still, it was really nice of her to get that ball for you. You really should pay her back for it somehow.

Sumire opens the door to her bedroom, leaning out, yawning. “Heading to bed, Libby?”

“Yeah.”

She looks at you, skeptically. “… on the couch?”

“Yeah.”

She crosses her arms. “Well, why don’t you share oneesama’s bed?” She leans her head over your own, looking down on you with the smuggest grin you have ever seen. “We can cuddle together and I can warm you with my sisterly touch!”

“No.” You turn over, facing the upholstery. “Besides, you’re always the big spoon, it’s not fair.”

“Of course it is, I’m a year older,” she says.

“You sure don’t act like it.”

She scoffs. “Well, my bed’s open if you need it.” She walks back into her bedroom.

… Year older than you, what crud.

> Fine, just this once, share the night with Sumire.
> Forget that, Rana’s always receptive to sharing a bed.
> Sleep on the couch. You’re never going to hear the end of it if you share a bed with either.
> Other

>>42465605
> Fine, just this once, share the night with Sumire

>>42465605
> Fine, just this once, share the night with Sumire.
But we don't have to be happy about it!

>>42465605
>> Fine, just this once, share the night with Sumire.

>>42465605
>> Fine, just this once, share the night with Sumire.

>>42465605
> Sleep on the couch. You’re never going to hear the end of it if you share a bed with either.

>>42465605

> Sleep on the couch. You're never going to hear the end of it if you share a bed with either.
> Then wake up to find one or both snuggling with you on the couch.

>>42465605
> Fine, just this once, share the night with Sumire.

>>42465665
That's why you always turn off your swag when going to sleep.

>>42465665
Can the couch even fit more than one?

>>42465605
>Sleep on the couch. You’re never going to hear the end of it if you share a bed with either.

> Fine, just this once, share the night with Sumire.

You snuggle underneath Sumire’s sheets, trying not to wake her. No movement from her. Good, good. Alright, maybe now you can get some peace and quiet.

Nope. She wraps her arm around you, and pulls you in tight. “Hmmhmmm, I found my teddy bear!” She snuggles her nose into the back of your neck. “Smells so nice.” She giggles a bit, and you can’t help but feel completely embarrassed. This was a stupid mistake. “Good night, Libby.”

“Good night, Sumire.” You grumble that out. Fine, fine.

Tomorrow morning is a new day, the hunt for Doctor Kalbflesicher. You might as well get as much sleep as you can. Still feels nice getting to sleep with Sumire at least, but you’re never going to let her know that, no sir.

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-

You’re already on the flight to Calcutta, India. Thankfully, the plane this time takes a wide berth away from Japan and on its way down to the nitty and gritty British state of India. Hopefully there you can find what you’re looking for but for now, you’re stuck on a noisy DC-3 with Rana having to share a seat with a colored gentleman.

Rana looks over at him. “… so um. You like airplanes?”

He looks back, annoyed. “Do you mind? I’m trying to read the news, Miss.”

Rana clears her throat. “S-… sorry.” She quickly goes back to reading her book, mortified.

Sumire crosses her arms, leaning back and looking out the window. “So what’s a Nazi doing in Calcutta anyway?” You’re about to tell her to keep her voice down when you realize that over the sound of the engine, people can’t hear you anyway.

“According to #5, he was sent down there to investigate diseases affecting the Indian people as compared to the British population,” you say. “But of course we know he’s probably butchering innocent people down there for the sake of science. You know how Nazis are.”

Sumire shrugs. “I suppose.”

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>>42466249
[2/2]

The plane finally lands, and the three of you step off of your plane, grab your luggage and move down the dusty and worn out airport to the taxi lanes. Not exactly the most civilized place Calcutta, but even the British have their limits. You flag down a taxi. “Taxi!” you yell. It quickly pulls over, big enough for three of you. Well, sort of. It’s kind of cramped, and you’re skin to skin rubbing up against Rana and Sumire. But it’s something. “Hey, take us downtown, I’ll show you where.”

“Ohoho, Lady Liberty…” You blink. Oh no. You look down at the Taxi Driver’s ID. Oh God No. Knives looks back, gripping the steering wheel. She grins widely, licking her teeth. Rana and Sumire sit shocked, unable to respond. No, no, this isn’t happening. She leans over, her lips nearly caressing yours. “This is my car, Liberty, and my car, my rules.”

-

-

You jolt awake, shaking, sweating. “Ah! Ah!” You grip your heart, grimacing in pain. Sumire groans, waking up along with you. “Oh, Sumire… Su- Oh dang it, I’m sorry. It’s just a nightmare. There was this taxi and it had Knives and I-“

She gently wraps her arm around you and pulls you closer. “Go back to sleep,” she growls. Her eyes are already shut, and quickly she’s off to dreamland.

…

Okay.

>>42466267
I was about to complain about Knives getting at us as a cliffhanger again, Schteel!

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>>42466267
That's it for tonight's chapter of Magical Girl Liberty and the Atlas of Forever! Unfortunately, I won't be returning tomorrow due to some planned affairs with family. But maybe next weekend.

At some point, I will have to reintroduce dice mechanics so look forward to that.

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See you next time.

>>42466305
Thanks for running Schteel!

>>42466305
Thanks for running, boss.

>>42466305
Thanks for the thread.

>>42466305

Very fun. Thanks for running.