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>>45502836
>Okay! I'll go with the crazy forklift plan!
Sometimes, you just gotta crash a forklift.

>>45502836
>I'll think of another way in, like.. um.
>Okay! I'll go with the crazy forklift plan!

>>45502836
>>Okay! I'll go with the crazy forklift plan!

>I'll think of another way in, like.. um.
>Okay! I'll go with the crazy forklift plan!

Of course!

WRiting!

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"We don't need to do something dumb just because it's been a few minutes!"
"Really? Because I would."

For some reason, that gives me a certain kind of confidence in the idea of ramming a moving vehicle through a wall.

"I can think of my own way in- like-"

Charms that paralyze me on touch are on the outside, charms that paralyze me on touch are on the inside, and that's only the kind of trap that I am expecting to run into. Who knows what kind of craziness awaits within?

No! No! That's bad thinking! Surely I can think of a more sane plan than destroying expensive equipment!

"..I'll go with the crazy forklift plan."
"There you go!" The monster claps his hands together and walks toward the contraption.

He gently taps the seat of the machine, and I climb in for some insane reason.
"Okay.. what now?"

His claw-like hand reaches over and turns a key. The machine growls to life with a jump!
Why did that scare me!?

"O-okay, now what?"
"Tell you the truth, I don't know."

"Why did I get in, then!?"
"Well, humans made this thing, and you seem to learn things pretty quick. So surely this machine should be no match for you."

"Uh, well."

What is wrong with this contrivance.
There's seven levers in front of me!

Three pedals that I can only barely reach with my feet!

And what is this thing? Some kind of... ball? Like another lever?
What do these buttons do!?

The wheel makes it turn, I can guess that much. Where do I even start?

>Pull the red lever
>Pull the black lever
>Pull the green lever
>Push one of the pedals
>Pull everything! Push all the buttons!
>Other?

>>45503593
>Pull everything! Push all the buttons!
Yup

>>45503593
>>Pull everything! Push all the buttons!

>>45503593
>Pull the black lever
>Push one of the pedals

>>45503593
>Pull everything! Push all the buttons!
is it just me, or is this nice monster is feeling more and more human?

>>45503593
>Pull the black lever

>>Pull everything! Push all the buttons!

Eheh.
Writing!

>>45504203
you knew we'd do that, didn't you?

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"Um.."
I eye the multiple layers of metal rods and shiny buttons with caution.

"UM..."
Your hand reaches forward, grasping one of the levers.

"I'll take this one!"
"You're operating a machine, not picking a puppy Masami."

"I don't care about specifics!" I proclaim, "Warp speed!"

I grab the iron bar and yank down on it, the machine whirrs and strains.

Suddenly, the entire front part of the machine lurches upward!
"W-W-w-wHAT IS GOING ON?!"
"Oh dear, that must control the fork part."

The forward forks keep rising, and rising into the sky!
"WAIT! COME BACK DOWN! COME BACK-" I throw another lever into place.
The metal section stops rising, but the machine instead bucks like a mule!

"H-H-HE-L-P!" I squeak, "I C-CAN-T M-MAKE I-T STOP." The contraption continues to jump and kick, as if it's a bronco running out of control!

"Try pushing some buttons!" The monster helpfully inquires. "Or pull a lever!"
"BUT T-THERE'S S-E-VEN OF T-HEM!"
My hand pushes forward and grasps some of the levers and yanks on them with all the force I can!

Uh oh.
That lever just broke off.

EEK! THE ENTIRE MONSTROSITY JUST LURCHED FORWARD!
"Good job Masami, it's moving! Use the wheel to move it toward the building!"

"HEEE-E-EELP!"

My hand grasps the wheel for dear life as I desperately grasp at the meager controls set before me! The galloping is only getting worse!
Oh! That red button! Red means stop! That must be what it's there for, right!?

My finger extends and nearly presses the button, but my hand is pushed away at the last minute!
Oh no! The wall is getting closer and closer!
One more try! My finger meagerly mashes the tiny button on the console!

Why isn't the machine stopping, then!?

?~Awww yeah.. Rap-A-Lot back in the house once again~?

"WH-AT?!"

?~The new President of the South~?

WHY IS THE MACHINE YELLING AT ME? DID I DO SOMETHING WRONG?!

?~It's been a long time comin' but it finally came For Bun B to get his motherfu~?

"HEEEEEEE-EELP!"

>Cont.

Oh those notes did not turn out like I thought they would.

Huh, why the question marks?

>>45504857

alt-14 and alt-13 don't work properly anymore?

>>45504908
Guess not, just tried posting a note and it told me 'no text entered'. There should be a note above this quote.

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Ken can't believe it.
He thought he was on top of the world.

He thought nothing could escape his senses, his foreshadowing.

Yet, here she stood. Right before him. Completely under the radar of even his own sense of danger.

"Marie." Ken states in awe, an almost breathless moment of defeat.
"Hello Ken'ichi." Marie smiles. She hasn't missed a beat. "Still chasing after my daughter? Poor manners, Ken."

"Stop this at once!" Ken chomps on his cigarette, throwing it to the side.

Along the floors, the walls, even the roof! There are tiny, paper slips.
Each one has an arcane symbol. Most harmful to monsters, but some are harmful to humans.

Ken'ichi, for his good looks, was never one to care about magic or the occult. The differences between each slip of paper is meaningless to him.

In the center, surrounded by a makeshift shrine of charms and incense, is Aiko. She seems as much of a loss as Ken is at the moment.

"You hear me, you monster? Leave Aiko and Masami out of this." Ken, for once in his life, may actually seem kind of serious to the outside observer. "I only hit the pretty girls, but I'll make an exception for you just this one time."
His hand, through his bravado, is slowly starting to glow.

"You're not scary, Ken." Marie crosses her arms. "You're like a cat. Sharp claws, but would rather run from problems than face them."
"And you-" Ken whips off his glasses, holstering them in his shirt. "Are about to taste how sharp this cat's claws can really be."

With a swing, a blade of air seems to pierce the atmosphere. It collides with a steel drum precariously perched upon several wooden crates. It topples over and gushes with blue ink.
The ink makes a handy trail of safety for Ken'ichi to approach Marie.

"Not bad, but-"

Everyone stops.

"What is that sound?" Aiko breaks her silence, noticing a dull, rhythmic thud.

>Cont.

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~the mission is laid out and the vision is clear~
From this moment I run the South and EVERYTHING DOWN HERE~

"That's some terrible taste." Ken shrugs.
"What is with this devil music!?" Marie's tough face melts away.

~WE GON' RUN THEM HOES OUT AND PUT SOME TRILL NIGGA-~
CRUNCH!
CRASH!
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

My chariot continues it's insane rampage after colliding headfirst with the wall! Tiny slips of paper and shredded tin blind the machine as it continues its charging rampage!

~For too god damn long, and I'm tired of the frontin'~
"HOW DO I STOP THIS THING? HELP!"

That's when I notice Ken dive for cover just as more of the warehouse seems to tear itself apart!

"KEN, KEN! HELP! HELP ME STOP THIS! I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING!"

~So I'm here to make a stand (stand) and take up the slack Dirty South, Prince, Deezy I got ya motherfu~

>Jump off!
>No! I've committed to this! Ride it out!
>Is that Marie!?
>Pull some more levers!
>Try to make the machine stop yelling at me!
>Other?

>>45505470
>No! I've committed to this! Ride it out!
choo choo motherfuckers!

>>45505470
>No! I've committed to this! Ride it out!

>>45505470
>>No! I've committed to this! Ride it out!
>>Pull some more levers!

>>45505470
>Is that Marie!?
>Pull some more levers!
>Try to make the machine stop yelling at me!

>>No! I've committed to this! Ride it out!
>>Pull some more levers!

Masami never leaves a job half-finished.

Writing!

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No! I can't jump off now! This plan is actually sort of working!

I don't know how, and it's really difficult to define 'working' at this stage! But I'm here!

Some old bag with blonde hair lets out a girlish yelp as she dives way from the machine and into an elaborate shrine. Maybe she's part of a warehouse cult!? Am I fighting a legion of warehouse cultists who worship crates and boxes?!

SLAM! Another pallet of boxes gets smashed over, and the tiny packing peanuts scatter all over the floor!
I try to tame the metallic beast. My hand races over to another lever and gives it a hard yank!

The forks start to come down!
Right onto a steel drum of RED INK! EW!
I'M GONNA GET THAT ON MY DRESS!

I pull the wheel away from the incoming flood of crimson. Needless to say, the forklift has lost its once pretty shade of yellow. The horrific mix of paint stains the orange highlights into an ugly shade of magenta.

"EEK!" I squeal as it collides with yet another scaffolding. The junk laying atop tumbles in an avalanche of white packing peanuts.

"Masami!" Ken yells, gaining his footing against the steel monster's rampage.
"WHAT!? HELP! PLEASE!"

"Just turn the damn key!"

My face goes blank, and the skin on my face must match the paint on the side of this monstrosity.

The key spins without resistance in its lock and disengages. With a thump, the machine coughs its last and sputters down to its sleeping state.

All is quiet now. Marie and Aiko are drenched in paints and dyes of various clashing colors, Ken'ichi has apparently gotten bored and lit up a cigarette, and the friendly monster is by the whole in the wall giving me a thumbs up.

>Marie, now that I've ruined everything, can we talk?
>Marie, now that I've made everything better, can we talk?
>Ken! This is serious! What do we do next?!
>Don't give me a 'thumbs up'! This is all YOUR fault!
>Aiko! Quick! Before your mother wakes up!
>Other?

>>45506379
>Marie, now that I've ruined everything, can we talk?

>>45506379
>Marie, now that I've ruined everything, can we talk?

>>45506379
>Marie, now that I've made everything better, can we talk?

>>45506379
>>Marie, now that I've made everything better, can we talk?

>>45506379
>Ken! This is serious! What do we do next?!

>Marie, Now that everything is ruined/better, can we talk?

Writing!

Still here! Had a delay!

WRiting continues!

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"Uuuuuuu."
There's a girly moan as Marie sits up. She brushes torn candles and destroyed parchment off of her.

"My sealing outfit is RUINED!" She complains. The red-and-blue paint making an excellent clash all across her formerly red-and-white miko uniform.
"Mom, this IS your fault you know."
"NO IT'S NOT!"

"Mom, look at us. We look like we're dressed for the circus." Aiko complains. "Also my school uniform is ruined, too."

"Marie."

"What is it?!" She snaps at me.

"Can we please talk this over, because we just look silly every time we fight."
"I do NOT look silly!"

Marie frowns through a mask of swirling and miscolored paint.

"Marie, what do you even want?" I carefully try to step over the puddles of paint.
"Asai, Masami." Marie tries to be serious, even with her ridiculous colors. "When I heard that monster disappeared, I knew you had to have taken him somewhere. I want Asai right now so I can bring him to justice!"

"What KIND of justice?"
"The kind of justice that he's been avoiding for years."

This seems to set off some kind of sour spark in my mind.
"You kidnapped your own daughter just for that?"
"I have my reasons!"

..

"Were you the one texting me earlier?"
"So?!"
"Why didn't you just, call me, and say 'Hey Masami please give me Asai'; I have a phone, you know."

She seems upset.

"Oohh!" Another presence makes itself known. "EVERYTHING IS SO COLORFUL!"
"Cirrus, n-not now, please. I'm trying to have a grown-up conversation."

"No! no! Look, look. You made EVERYTHING better!" Cirrus beams with joy.
"She RUINED everything!" Aiko corrects her.
"Nah, I think this is the best!"

Somehow, I don't want to argue with Cirrus.

>Thread End.

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Everyone, sorry for the short thread and ending it there; but I'm wearing down quick and I'm still more than a little ill.

Next thread is schedule for Saturday. I hope I'm up for it. We'll see how things go over the weekend and I'll keep everyone posted on Twitter.

Thank you again for playing, sorry for these short, sporadic threads. Let me know what you thought of tonight's insanity.

>>45507772
Thanks for running.

>>45507772
Thanks for running Heart

>>45507772
Thanks for running.

>>45507772
alright, thanks for running
yeah, she should have just asked, we don't know what to do with him anyway

captcha has just been the worst lately, is it just me or everyone?

>>45507941
It's been me, too. It fails every second time.

>>45507941
Text captcha has been working fine for me.

Thank you for running
A forklift right through a wall
Masami's the worst!