>>47598230
"None of that should be possible," Vert muses, the older woman's voice sounding somewhat skeptical. You muffle a snort; oh, she ain't seen nothing yet. "But as long as Mojang and the rest are alright..."

"Exactly! Just- just sit tight, okay? Big sis is coming to help you!" Goddammit, you can't deal with the sheer good-heartedness gushing from Estelle right now. "No more splitting the party! We'll get our adventuring group up and running again!"

"Except for you, Lady Vert," Rokko interjects smoothly. You'll never get used to how /smooth/ her mental voice sounds without all that static gumming up her mechanical vocal chords or whatever. "It would be best if you stayed put. Leanbox needs you now, more than ever."'

"We'll see you in Planeptune, Urist!" Estelle chirrups, talking over Vert's protests. Before the connection cuts, you catch a bit of CPU Green Heart bellyaching about wanting to see her Mojang again.

... with a sigh, you lower the cellphone-slash-Key-Fragment monstrosity you'd been using to contact your friends. Right, well, at least you've got backup coming. Armok knows how long it'll take for them to get to Planeptune from Leanbox, but you can't help but feel a weight lift from your shoulders.

You turn to re-enter Neptune's room and nearly bump into Nepgear, who yelps and... just sort of hops out of the way, dodging you with ease. Sure, she was literally /just born/, but with that agility? She's definitely a freaking goddess.

"Oneechan!" The littlest Nep pokes her index fingers together, ignoring how that makes her ever-present immolating flames spark and sputter. "Sorry! I was trying to get your attention, but you were really wrapped up in your phone call, so..."

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>>47598254
... shit, you can't even chew her out for standing so close behind you. Poor girl's got this aura of kicked puppy-ness or something. You shrug and look past her- where's everyone else?

"Um, oneechan and her friends left already," Nepgear replies, referring to her /literal/ big sister. "They're waiting down at the Sharicite node. So..."

It takes you a moment to process why she's holding her hand out to you. You blink at her big, guileless eyes before gingerly taking the taller girl's hand. Honestly, you're half-expecting the flames to leap over and turn you into a !!dwarf!!, but they're as harmless to you as they are to Nepgear.

Yeah, speaking of which- as you walk through the Planeptune Basilicom's halls, you take a moment to study Nepgear. It's surprisingly hard to get a read on the fledgling goddess; when she's not emoting insecurity or embarrassment or absolute horror, she tends to look... serenely cheerful, in a low-key sort of way. You don't know how much of that is because Nepgear is Nepgear, or because she's just too young to have a fully-formed personality. That little smile could be hiding anything.

Not for the first or last time, you pray desperately that Nepgear doesn't turn out anything like her big sister.

>CHOOSE ONE OF THE FOLLOWING:
[ ] [NEPTUNE] Ask Nepgear's opinion of her big sister. Er, y'know, her actual literal big sister, not whatever-you-are to her.
[ ] [PLANEPTUNE] Ask Nepgear's opinion of her home country. She's one of the goddesses of this place, right? How's that working out?
[ ] [PLANS FOR THE FUTURE] What's Nepgear going to do once you get her synced to her country? She's not seriously thinking of coming back with you to the hyperdimensional void, right?
[ ] [ANSWER HER QUESTIONS] Nepgear's bound to have something on her mind, right? Offer to hear her out and answer her questions, now that you've got some temporary privacy.
[ ] [WRITE-IN]

>>47598284
[ ] [PLANEPTUNE] Ask Nepgear's opinion of her home country. She's one of the goddesses of this place, right? How's that working out?

0-4

>>47598284
>[ ] [ANSWER HER QUESTIONS] Nepgear's bound to have something on her mind, right? Offer to hear her out and answer her questions, now that you've got some temporary privacy.
Be a good Onee-chan/Okaasan

PRAISED BE! It's been some time, hasn't it?

>>47598284
>[ ] [ANSWER HER QUESTIONS] Nepgear's bound to have something on her mind, right? Offer to hear her out and answer her questions, now that you've got some temporary privacy.
Notyourmom

>>47598284
IT'S BLORPING TIME
>[x] [PLANS FOR THE FUTURE] What's Nepgear going to do once you get her synced to her country? She's not seriously thinking of coming back with you to the hyperdimensional void, right?

>[ ] [ANSWER HER QUESTIONS] Nepgear's bound to have something on her mind, right? Offer to hear her out and answer her questions, now that you've got some temporary privacy.

My god I'm in time for the start of a Blorp Quest, I don't think that's happened since Ogres.

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>>47598284
[ ] [ANSWER HER QUESTIONS]

>>47598284
>[ ] [NEPTUNE] Ask Nepgear's opinion of her big sister. Er, y'know, her actual literal big sister, not whatever-you-are to her.

>>47598284
>[ ] [ANSWER HER QUESTIONS] Nepgear's bound to have something on her mind, right? Offer to hear her out and answer her questions, now that you've got some temporary privacy.

>>47598372
>dont_believe_his_lies.png

>>47598284
>[ ] [ANSWER HER QUESTIONS] Nepgear's bound to have something on her mind, right? Offer to hear her out and answer her questions, now that you've got some temporary privacy.

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>>47598284
[X] [ANSWER HER QUESTIONS] Nepgear's bound to have something on her mind, right? Offer to hear her out and answer her questions, now that you've got some temporary privacy.
Bloorp makes his return! Huzahh!

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>>47598372
>>47598407

>>47598428
Is that Rokko after the new Megaman?

>>47598372
>>47598428
Well, you did say 8-ish rather than straight out 8.

Maybe Urist should act like how Gamindustri wants her to act for a day and see how things go.

>>47598284
>[ ] [PLANS FOR THE FUTURE] What's Nepgear going to do once you get her synced to her country? She really doesn't want to let Neptune go unsupervised?

Welcome back, Blorp.
I wait warmely for your long pauses and good penmanship.... at ~ 3o'clock AM.

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>>47598458
No, that would be this!

Also, glad to be back, guys. Figures the one day I was free to run last month(-ish) would be the day(s) that new board rolled into town!

>>47598284
>[X] [ANSWER HER QUESTIONS] Nepgear's bound to have something on her mind, right? Offer to hear her out and answer her questions, now that you've got some temporary privacy.

I had faith you'd be here tonight Blorp. Third time's (usually) the charm!

>>47598533
YOU PEOPLE MAKE ME FEEL SO BAD WHENEVER I RUN ON A WEEKDAY

[ ] [ANSWER HER QUESTIONS] Nepgear's bound to have something on her mind, right? Offer to hear her out and answer her questions, now that you've got some temporary privacy.

Come on, we can build that self esteem!

>>47598572
Bullying you is half the fun of playing the quest

>>47598554
And don't ever think about using that place.

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>>47598513
That way lies us getting nepped.

Is that what you want, you madman?

I think that'd be pretty funny. Dealing with the consequences would take hundreds of threads.

>>47598572
OH GEE WILIKERS, BLORP, I WONDER WHY THAT COULD BE

>>47598554
>No, that would be this!

Someone put on Lifesupport, for whom it would be more mercieful to be killed? That forced, uneccessary, mislabeled as "the human option", too short and bad?

>>47598572
Don't feel bad Blorp, at least it is something better than what those ........... "beings" who camp/try to camp before Apple shops each time they announce something new change their sleeping schedule for.

>>47598603
Who knows, maybe by acting with Gamindustry, things will go well for her instead of acting against it.

Spires of not-hollow adamantine being found, sun berries abound, etc.

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>>47598603
>I think that'd be pretty funny. Dealing with the consequences would take hundreds of threads.

Well, with a crueler QM, that could happen. Urist would be like Kaska post-Eclipse then, which is an existence wich you should wish upon nobody.
I would rather have to deal with Urist having too fight of Yandere Simulator or another harem "hero" vermin tentacle swarm.

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>>47598230
Came in here expecting Dwarf Fortress mod that added an alpha-level to the already existing spacial dimensions.

Is there a reverse of pic related?

>>47598754
>Not fighting Taimanin Asagi

>>47598808
Well, if all fails, Urist could try to summen an forgotten beast which uses acid, like that Elephant thing we summoned and let lose upon the Trolls of Myrra when we tunneled into Leanbox, or something which uses a base, who are way more effective at dissolving things. (Like soap.)

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>>47598284
>[X] [ANSWER HER QUESTIONS]

As you walk down the hall, hand in hand, a comfortable silence stretches between you and Nepgear. It's nice, being able to do this without the universe screaming "BUT THAT'S FORBIDDEN LOVE" and promptly giving birth to a goddamned abomination of reality.

You take a moment to soak in the sights. Immediately, it's blindingly obvious that Planeptune's Basilicom is nearly as old as Lowee's. This time, it's nothing as poetic as the weight of history pressing down on your shoulders, or the unbearable feeling of ages long past. The age shows through by the cobwebs in the corners of the high ceilings, and the dust motes drifting through the air. Your footsteps echo forlornly through the hallways, broken only by the murmurs of some ancient priest or bureaucrat behind closed doors.

Surprisingly, though, walking through the Planeptune Basilicom doesn't depress you; it's not like you're walking through some gutted skeleton of a building, and you don't feel the presence of any ghosts or bogeymen. This place is faded, and has fallen far from its glory days, but it's... alive. Some of the decorations are shiny and new, frescoes painted over broken walls, and the better-traveled hallways are squeaky-clean. Some furniture is either repaired or replaced. Even the stained-glass windows are being polished, though it's a herculean task.

The representative realm of Sega bears the ugly wounds of age, but it's like a war torn fortress staffed by a handful of surviving dwarves and inching back toward some semblance of habitability.

You shake yourself from your thoughts and steal a glance at Nepgear. She hasn't noticed your lapse; rather, the CPU candidate is staring straight ahead, thin-lipped and slightly pale.

... nervous?

(Cont.)

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>>47599378
She reflexively squeezes your hand, and you swear you feel your bones grinding together briefly. "N-No!" Nepgear squawks, her back rigid. The ever-present flames surrounding her seem to waver, spiraling up before settling back down. "I'm fine! I'll be fine. This is fine."

Heh. Nepgear would be fucking abysmal at cards. You think for a moment. Empty reassurances aren't exactly your thing. Armok knows you've /tried/, back when you were getting to know Mojang, but for some reason, "it is inevitable" doesn't seem to lift anyone's spirits.

No, that wouldn't be the way to go. You decide to distract her, instead. It seems to work pretty well, and you have the goddess's full attention.

"Huh? Anything I'd like to ask you?" Nepgear murmurs, doing that distinctly anime-esque thing where she repeats something you just said for the benefit of an invisible audience. "Um, let's see..."

As she ponders this with a finger to her chin, you brace yourself for the oncoming barrage of hideously embarrassing questions, because you know damn well how this universe works.

You are not disappointed.

"How was I born?"

... what's worst about this is that Nepgear doesn't even sound /scandalized/ by that question- she's not even trying to drive you up a wall, or embarrass you, or watch you twitch. It's so innocently matter-of-fact that you briefly feel like a terrible person just for screaming internally, especially as she gazes down at you with those big damn guileless eyes of hers.

Shit. Uh-

>CHOOSE ONE OF THE FOLLOWING:
[ ] [THE TRUTH, AS PLAIN AS DAY]
[ ] [POETIC EUPHEMISMS LIKE YOU'D TELL A KID]
[ ] [OUTRIGHT UNTRUTHFUL CUTESY SHIT]
[ ] [THIS IS A JOB FOR NEPTUNE, THE POOR SOD]
[ ] [WRITE-IN]

>>47599411
[ ] [THE TRUTH, AS PLAIN AS DAY]

>>47599411
>[ ] [THIS IS A JOB FOR NEPTUNE, THE POOR SOD]
>[ ] [AND NOT IN A PUBLIC PLACE]

>>47599411
[ ] [THE TRUTH, AS PLAIN AS DAY]

>>47599411
[ ] [THE TRUTH, AS PLAIN AS DAY]
But more along the lines of what we told her when she thought she was a mistake

>>47599411
>[ ] [THE TRUTH, AS PLAIN AS DAY]

Then we should quote Mewtwo and then realize thats Lowee and curse

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>>47599411
>[x] [THE TRUTH, AS PLAIN AS DAY]

>>47599411
Summon the Nep

[ ] [THIS IS A JOB FOR NEPTUNE, THE POOR SOD]

>>47599411
>[ ] [POETIC EUPHEMISMS LIKE YOU'D TELL A KID]
"You see, when the moe personification of dwarves and industry and a CPU love each other very very much..."

We can't tell her she was an accident, guys.

>>47599411
[ ] [THE TRUTH, AS PLAIN AS DAY]
>>47599446
>>47599528
Never, she traumatize her for life

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>>47599411

[ ] [THIS IS A JOB FOR NEPTUNE, THE POOR SOD]

>>47599378
>>47599549

Fuck it, I wanna see this.

>[Neptune]

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>>47599529
It was no accident. It was DESTINY.

>>47599411
>[X] [THE TRUTH, AS PLAIN AS DAY]
>[X] [WRITE-IN] But explain it in Dwarf Fortress terms. With carefully given dates. Staring from the moment we met Neptune (Yes, including her protagonist rant). Carefully describe her creation as "Of Legendary Craftsgoddessship."

>>47599411
>[ ] [THE TRUTH, AS PLAIN AS DAY]

We are a Dwarf, we have to tell the truth. That is one of the constant Dwarf traits.
Also, Urist hasn't spent her formative years in a purityrannical environment, so she shouldn't have any problems explaining it.

But, to add:

>[ ] (Stall until Estell arrives)

>>47599411

I do not think responsibility is in our character traits, therefore, i nominate this shitfaggotry to be delegated elsewhere.

[ ] [THE TRUTH, AS PLAIN AS DAY]
[ ] [POETIC EUPHEMISMS LIKE YOU'D TELL A KID]
[ ] [OUTRIGHT UNTRUTHFUL CUTESY SHIT]
>[X] [THIS IS A JOB FOR NEPTUNE, THE POOR SOD]
[ ] [WRITE-IN]

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>>47599411
>[X] [THE TRUTH, AS PLAIN AS DAY]

>>47599579
Fuck it, changing to this.

[Estell]

>>47599579
Estelle probably isn't coming for a while; I forgot to mention that Urist's mental estimate places her and Rokko's arrival at roughly a few-ish hours!

>>47599411
[X] [THIS IS A JOB FOR NEPTUNE, THE POOR SOD]

>>47599645

Hmm, then, i change my Addition to support this one:

>>47599578

>[X] [WRITE-IN] But explain it in Dwarf Fortress terms. With carefully given dates. Staring from the moment we met Neptune (Yes, including her protagonist rant). Carefully describe her creation as "Of Legendary Craftsgoddessship."

>>47599411
[ ] [THE TRUTH, AS PLAIN AS DAY]
HWG

>>47599411
>[ ] [THE TRUTH, AS PLAIN AS DAY]

>>47599411
[X] [THE TRUTH, AS PLAIN AS DAY]
You are the hope for Planeptune to not be asociated with the term "lazy". Also. Nepgear, I am your mother.

Come to think of it, are there even any mothers in Gameindustri?

Else there still is Histoire, although she knows even less.

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>>47599411

[GIVE HER THE NEP]

>>47599645

[Rokko will save us.]

WHOOO URISTS BACK!!!
Hows the moe personification of DOOM going?

[ ] [THIS IS A JOB FOR NEPTUNE, THE POOR SOD]

Just got here and its already getting googly.

>>47599709
I reconsider my vote
add a [POOR SOD], she can make this istuation even worse. ... I mean !!FUN!!

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>>47599709
>Else there still is Histoire, although she knows even less.

Well, histoire would probably try to explain it while talking entirely in Heptameter so...... that could be surprisingli cute, so why not.

[Let Doomgirl explain]

>Neptune

>>47599411
>[X] [THE TRUTH, AS PLAIN AS DAY]

[ ] [THIS IS A JOB FOR NEPTUNE, THE POOR SOD]

The only logical answer, let pinky mc'mememaster take the reigns for a bit. Who knows? it might work out.

>Captcha: Planets

The stars have aligned.

Okay, looks like [THE TRUTH, THE WHOLE TRUTH, AND NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH] wins by a lot! Writing!

>>47599761
She's still in Hyperdimension, mucking about in the sealed-off caverns, just her, the underground wildlife, and whatever poor Forgotten Beasts happen to spawn!

She'll be fine.

Everything is okay.

What's the worst that could happen?

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>>47599829
I have a theory.
You won't like it
Pic related

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>>47599788
Only people who where there could explain it with any semblence of truth, which where: Urist, Blanc, Unconscious Shovel Knight..... Sadly, we couldn't hear Blanc do that explanaition...

>>47599411
[X] [THIS IS A JOB FOR NEPTUNE, THE POOR SOD]
[ Doom ] [WRITE-IN]

>>47599848

Rip and Tear solves everything.

>>47599838
Nigger you better not TPK Doomgirl.

>>47599838
But she's just been updated with a new game

How will her abilities upgrades be affected in the abyss?

>>47599902
I think the "worst" wouldn't be a TPK'd Doomgirl, I am more worried about the cave then her. She knows how to handle demonic spawns.

>>47599928

I also want to know this. Maybe she finds a trove of upgrade cubes down there?

>>47599928
She loses powers when with others, has minor creative abilities and is now a religious figure.

None to shabby.

>>47599928
>>47599993
>>47600004
I'm actually not too sure how this would affect her!

Honestly, from what I've seen, the new game basically amps her up to her fan portrayal. So with all that time spent down in the caverns with limited healing supplies and possibly limited ammo, Doomgirl would have a chance to polish her in-fighting skills...

>>47600094
Would amped up doomgirl be able to solo MagicMasterGirl? (ForgotName)

>>47600419
Master of Midbosses?

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>>47600419
Myrra? I would think that that would heavily depend on where they would fight, how effective Doom's Guns are against the Units (eg Trolls, Paladins, the Summoned stuff), how Myrras magic would affect Doom etc.

All in all: Pretty even, with Myrra having slightly better chances if we have seen most of what she can do. If she had held back, than no BFG will help you.

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>>47600529
>then no BFG will help you

I think I have someone who would try to differ.

>>47599411
>[TRUTH]

But let's make sure no one's close enough to "hilariously" overhear us and misunderstand, first

>>47600665
Hold on, let me go grab my Slowpoke, its here somewhere...

>>47600529
Why is she cri?

>>47600790
Because she will never have a proper successor/little sister.

>>47600893
She probably just needs a nice hot dicking.

>>47600893
Well, the only try to give her a successor lead to a strip mining of Ardanian Lore. Apparently people are not willing to produce such deceptively simple yet compley games anymore with such a big amount of different races.

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>>47600665
Found it.

>>47599411
>[X] [THE TRUTH, PLAIN AS DAY]
>[X] [... AS LEGENDS MODE]

- shit. Thinking fast, you take refuge in the only thing your brain has available to you on short notice: the truth, told the only way you know how.

Clearing your throat, you glance up at Nepgear's expectant expression, mentally set her birth from [CURRENT_YEAR] to [1], and start running your mouth off.

>Nepgear is a deity that occurs in the myths and reality of Planeptune. Nepgear is most often depicted as a purple-haired girl and is associated with Sega, mechanisms, and conquest.
>In 1, Urist Twelfthbay settles in Hyperdimension.
>In the early summer of 1, Urist Twelfthbay becomes the expedition leader of The Nepped Tunes.
>In the early summer of 1, Urist Twelfthbay falls into a deep sleep.
>In the early summer of 1, Neptune makes a journey to Urist Twelfthbay's dreams-

"That's how you met?" Nepgear squawks in surprise, her eyes lighting up for some reason. "In both your dreams??"

Well, no, you met that idio- Nepgear's sister earlier, over in Lowee. She thought you were the main character, and had some big crazy rant about protagonist-ing, but- look, that's not important right now.

The CPU candidate settles down, listening to you with renewed interest as you keep walking and talking, listing dates and minor events. Somehow, it's soothing when you break it down into this kinda regimented list.

>In the early summer of 1, Neptune becomes a member of Hyperdimension.
>In the early summer of 1, Urist Twelfthbay becomes a member of Neptune.
>In the early summer of 1, Neptune becomes a member of Urist Twelfthbay.

... you're not sure you like how Nepgear is taking notes here- you don't even know where she pulled that notebook from- but you press on, nevertheless.

(Cont.)

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>>47601238
>In the early summer of 1, Urist Twelfthbay strikes down the tentacle beast.
>In the early summer of 1, Urist Twelfthbay uses the body of the deity Neptune to forge Nepgear.
>In the early summer of 1, Urist Twelfthbay completes the legendary artifact Nepgear. All craftsdwarfship is of the highest quality.

"I see... so that's how I was born," Nepgear murmurs, tucking her notebook back into her inventory. She squeezes your hand and treats you to another one of those bright, honest smiles. "Thanks, Oneechan!"

Huh. After that time she freaked out about the possibility of being accidental, you'd been worried about setting off some sort of depression spiral. Good to know she's doing okay.

"I always wondered how you and Oneechan met, but that was even more dramatic than I'd thought!"

... wait, what?

Before you can explore that further, one more set of stairs and you're there. Right in the bowels of the Planeptune Basilicom, in what would be a dimly-lit basement if not for the big fat glowing lode of Sharicite floating smack-dab in the middle of the room, tall enough to stretch from floor to ceiling.

... jeez. The security in this place is pretty abysmal; all you had to do was follow the most recent footprints imprinted in the dust.

(Cont.)

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>>47601258
Honestly, you have no idea how any of this works, but it looks hella complicated. The equipment surrounding the Sharicite is a surreal blend of ancient old-time temple stuff and modern-day number-crunching computers. Smaller crystals orbit the bigger lode, and it's all floating over a sleek base of archeotech-looking bricks. Wires and sensors stretch from that base to the supercomputers set up haphazardly, all displaying numbers that are meaningless to you. Chains of golden rings are draped across the Sharicite, stretching in from the ceiling; as you watch, links of the chain slowly disappear into the glowing rock.

"Oh, there they are. I thought I was going to have to come up and get you myself."

"Nep Jr.~!"

You tear your eyes away from the decor to find IF waving you over. Behind her, Compa talks to some nameless technician or other, while Neptune walks right on over and takes Nepgear's other hand, leading her away from you.

The whole time, IF watches you warily, like she's not quite sure what to make of you. That doesn't bug you; in fact, given everything, that's pretty damn sensible, so your estimation of her bumps up a notch.

After a moment, she turns away. "Right. Let's get started. Bring her up, Nep."

"Yeth, marthter!" Neptune giggles, lisping like some mad scientist's assistant as she wraps an arm around Nepgear's shoulders and leads her in. You follow along, keeping your distance. Not that you'd be able to do anything if something DOES go wrong, but even going through the motions of being prepared for horrible shit puts you more at ease.

"This won't hurt, will it?" the CPU candidate asks, not taking her gaze away from the Sharicite.

"It's kind of a long process," Compa says, looking up from her station to smile warmly. "Don't worry, we'll walk you through it! Um, first, according to this, you have to-"

"Boop," Neptune sing-songs, taking Nepgear's hand and plastering it against the rock.

(Cont.)

>>47601238
Haha, Legends mode doesn't know what to make of swapping minds so it interpets it as joining the "group" that is the other one, perfect.

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>>47601270
"Oh my /god/, Nep!" IF barks immediately. "We /just/ talked about this-"

A bright flash of light interrupts her, forcing every mortal in the room to cover their eyes- even then, part of it seems to sear through the hands over your eyes AND your eyelids, making you grit your teeth. Once it's over, you blink rapidly, trying to clear away the tears. The first thing you see is Neptune supporting a stunned Nepgear- who is no longer on fire, and looks refreshingly reassuringly /solid/.

"See? I know what I'm doing! It worked, just like it did for me, back in the day!" Neptune babbles. "Nepgear's totally okay! Put away your battle claws, Iffy, you're scaring me!" she adds, backing away from IF.

"This isn't 'back in the day,'" IF growls. "I swear, if you hurt her-"

Nepgear suddenly shimmers again; when the light clears, she's no longer in her battle bikini, but in some sort of... weird casual dress thing that isn't too far removed from Neptune's. For a heart-stopping moment, she nearly slides to the ground like a limp rag doll, but she then catches herself- if barely.

There's a beat. Then the room erupts into chaos as everyone starts speaking, all at once.

"- she's still transformed-"

"- looks exactly the same-"

"- whaaat, that's impossible, /I/ grow like a foot when I transform-"

"- absolutely exhausted, get the medical staff up here-"

In moments, there's more people in the room than you thought lived in the entirety of the Basilicom. Through the press and the chaos, you (almost literally) fight your way to Neptune and Nepgear's side, yelling your theoretically little sister's name- no dice, she's just about out cold, her eyes fluttering as she struggles to stay awake. Then there's no time to keep her company at all, as a buncha old people with the healthcare labors enabled arrive to cart her away-

(Cont.)

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>>47601292
Some minutes later, you're down in the lower echelons of the Planeptune Basilicom, outside the tiny little hospital wing, and you are abso-fucking-lutely relieved.

"It's just exhaustion," Iffy deadpans, her arms crossed as she glowers at- well, not quite at you, but just in general. "She's been transformed from birth, so she's burned up an incredible amount of energy; she'll be fine with some rest." She swipes a hand down her face. "Aaaah, god, I nearly died of fright."

You and her both, though you'd never admit it.

"Mmhmm," Compa replies. She's seated in a chair, that horrific syringe of hers resting against the wall; she'd basically been the first responder, getting all that medical bullshit arranged. "I was really surprised! Her transformed form looks the exact same as her non-transformed form. I thought something was seriously wrong..."

"H... hahah..." Neptune leans against the wall, laughing weakly. She rallies magnificently, bounding to her feet and spinning in place. "Welp! All's well that ends well! But wow, none of us caught that she'd been transformed for a while, huh? So-"

She yelps as IF masterfully grabs her ear. "OH no. You and I are having words, Neptune," the brunette growls, dragging her caterwauling cargo down the hallway.

"W-Wait! That's not fair!" Neptune wails. "I'm a victim, too! I was cursed earlier, right? Ambushed? Otherwise preoccupied?"

"If you hadn't skipped town," IF grates out, "then that wouldn't have /happened/!"

You watch them disappear around the corner. Godspeed, Neptune. May you survive the fruits of your own idiocy and maybe LEARN something for a change. With a grunt, you stand back up and glance over at the door, thinking about taking a peek at Nepgear-

(Cont.)

>>47601258
Nooo, she misunderstood the term "uses the body of", darn it Urist!

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>>47601292
"U-Um, please don't," Compa cuts in, slightly timidly. "The doctors did say she needed uninterrupted rest. And they're still checking her over, just in case."

Oh. Well, okay, then. With a shrug and a backward glance at the door- Nepgear'll be fine here, surrounded by her new(?) followers- you start walking down the hall.

A few moments later, you pause and look over your shoulder. Compa looks back innocently, six steps behind you.

"Don't mind me," she says brightly. "I'm here to tail you!"

... nngh.

>CHOOSE ONE OF THE FOLLOWING:
[ ] [TRY TO LOSE HER] Okay, no, you're not putting up with this. Show her the top speed of a dwarf.
[ ] [TRY TO CONVINCE HER] Look, you're not suspicious or anything, alright? You're one of Neptune's party members. You don't need a tail!
[ ] [GIVE IN, LET HER TAIL YOU] Under the circumstances, you can't blame Compa. Ignore her and go explore the city around the Planeptune Basilicom.
[ ] [CHAT HER UP] ... fine. If you can't ditch Compa, then you'll damn well talk to her and get more information about stuff.
[ ] [NEPGEAR] Do everything you can to check up on your surrogate little sister. No one stands between a dwarf and her goal (other than herself, glitches, monsters, etc).
[ ] [WRITE-IN]

>>47601333
[ ] [CHAT HER UP] ... fine. If you can't ditch Compa, then you'll damn well talk to her and get more information about stuff.

>>47601333
>[X] [BOOZE HER UP] What could possibly go wrong?

>>47601333
>] [CHAT HER UP] ... fine. If you can't ditch Compa, then you'll damn well talk to her and get more information about stuff.
>[ ] [NEPGEAR] Do everything you can to check up on your surrogate little sister. No one stands between a dwarf and her goal (other than herself, glitches, monsters, etc).

>>47601333
>[ ] [GIVE IN, LET HER TAIL YOU] Under the circumstances, you can't blame Compa. Ignore her and go explore the city around the Planeptune Basilicom.
>[ ] [CHAT HER UP] ... fine. If you can't ditch Compa, then you'll damn well talk to her and get more information about stuff.

Time to make new friends!

>>47601333
>[ ] [WRITE-IN] Explain to Compa in the most long-winded manner and the most specialist termini possible, how to properly tail someone and then slip away when she is asleep or utterly confused.

Well, someone has to do it.

>>47601333
>[Explanations] First explain how to properly tail someone
>[ ] [CHAT HER UP] ... fine. If you can't ditch Compa, then you'll damn well talk to her and get more information about stuff.

>>47601333
[LET HER]
Tell her that if she's following you, she must have agreed to do so if you could bring her glory or death. See how she responds to that.

>>47601333
> [ ] [WRITE-IN]

Misinterpret why's she's tailing you and tell her once again that what happened when you had your little . . . Physical disagreement was a genine mistake, and that despite having a daughter with Neptune you really aren't looking for that right now.

>>47601333
>>47601380
Backing

>>47601380
>>47601333
Seconding applied booze.

She's a medic, she can handle it.

>>47601333
>[ ] [CHAT HER UP] ... fine. If you can't ditch Compa, then you'll damn well talk to her and get more information about stuff.
Tailing is usually suppose to be sneakier. Not that I think Urist can even do sneaky.

>>47601380
>>47601436
>>47601446

She drunkenly decides to give people vaccinations, Planeptune in terror, the streets on chaos, the children cry, the needle cometh

>>47601333
>[ ] [CHAT HER UP] ... fine. If you can't ditch Compa, then you'll damn well talk to her and get more information about stuff.

>booze
>give detailed guide to tailing
Why not both?

>>47601333
>[X] [CHAT HER UP] ... fine. If you can't ditch Compa, then you'll damn well talk to her and get more information about stuff.

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>>47601446
Let me check her physical stats....

No, she can't. She would have to be one of the Alchemistes of yore who had tested so many toxic things by taste that they have had developed a natural restistance against toxic stuff.

>>47601333
>[X] [WRITE-IN] The only way we're letting you follow behind us in lock step is if A: She walks closer, but leaves enough space for Estelle, who is best party member, and 2: Joins our party. Otherwise it's weeeeeird.

>>47601238
>conquest

>>47601637
Yes. We call those medics.

>>47601380
Backing this.

Okay, looks like the winning votes are... uh, [CHAT HER UP] and [BOOZE HER UP]! Which is a perfectly sensible combination without consequences.

Writing!

>] [CHAT HER UP] ... fine. If you can't ditch Compa, then you'll damn well talk to her and get more information about stuff.
>[ ] [NEPGEAR] Do everything you can to check up on your surrogate little sister. No one stands between a dwarf and her goal (other than herself, glitches, monsters, etc).

>>47601676
In which country?

>>47601676
They won't know how to handle dwarven booze.

>>47601733
You do God's work, Blorp.

>>47601333
Is Compa still desuing?

>>47601667
Just noticed that.... seriously, Blorp? At least add "Holy Swords" to it or even better, leave it off.

>>47601733
You know, I'm kinda surprised Urist didn't try to strangle Neptune there after the whole shoving Nepgear's hand onto the sharicite.

Now that I think about it, If we wanted to distract her long enough to escape we should have apologized for the gamindustry handshake. We know enough about the regular moe inhabitants that it'll keep her flustered long enough.

But Booze has never let us down.

>>47601848
Yes, though it's kinda in the background and filtered to whatever English-ish language Urist sees everything in! Unless Compa goes into battle and does that thing where she DESUs without any other context.

... why do I feel like just thinking that up represents a few minutes to my life that I could have spent elsewhere?

>>47601667
>>47601856
It was either that or robots, and I went with the concept that exists in Dwarf Fortress!

Whether or not that was a necessary addition to mk2, it IS a rather infamous association with Nepgear.

>>47601895
On the off-chance it was serious, Urist was waiting to see if there was something specific to Neptune that would be necessary to cure Nepgear, which would make strangling Neptune counterproductive!

>>47601895
Its been added to the book of grudges to be avenged later

>>47601951
>But Booze has never let us down.

And now we learn she is one of those people who never get drunk when they drink alcohol, no matter how much they drink. They go straight to feeling the "Aftereffects".

>>47601333
DITCH

>>47601953
Why are you feeling that when you're on 4chan?

>>47601951
>But Booze has never let us down.
Inb4 drunk Compa keeps complaining that Urist ruined her for marriage and says she has to take responsibility.

Then booze still works in this case, the hangover keeps her down, therefore she can't follow us, mission accomplished.

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>>47601996

>>47601988
>>47602056
Ment to link those together

>47602055
[spoiler/] as if Neptune hasn't done that countless times off screen

>>47601996
There is a profound level of self-parodying wisdom in these words.

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>>47601333
>[X] [CHAT HER UP]
>[X] [BOOZE HER UP]

... right. Well, to be perfectly honest, you can't blame her for tailing you (or IF for putting her up to this). You can't even get mad at this. In any other country, having a goddess vouch for you as a friend would open a lot of doors; here, given Neptune's lackadaisical air-headedness, that recommendation might not count for a lot, especially when she'd already been ambushed once.

You pull up one of the waiting room's chairs and sit down, your armor clattering at the motion. Ignoring Compa jumping in surprise, you fish around your inventory, pulling out a flask and twisting off the top, inhaling deeply. Really, there's nothing like the faint musty smell of fort-grown, fort-distilled mushroom booze, evoking the comfortably closed-in underground with just one whiff.

Okay. Well, let's take this from the top, you growl roughly. You're Urist Twelfthbay, and her name is... Compa, right?

"Ah... yes, it is!" She stares at you for a moment before straightening up, dropping out of her battle stance to give a slight bow. "Um, it's very nice to meet you. Please don't touch my butt again, otherwise I'll stick this in you!"

... you very nearly spit your mouthful of booze all over the floor. You force it roughly down your throat without bothering to savor it, preferring to almost choke rather than spill any. Is she fucking serious right now?

"No, I'm not fu... f-wording anything right now!" Compa stammers, briefly stumbling over the curse like it's a dirty word. "But I am very serious! It's not good to touch anyone like that!"

But it was-

"Even if it was in self-defense!" she insists, frowning disapprovingly. It's not very effective or particularly intimidating, but that just makes you feel somewhat bad.

... nngh. You scratch your head, taking the chance to shift your braids over the back of your chair. Fine. You'll apologize for that, if nothing else. You don't want people getting the wrong idea.

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>>47602767
Somewhat to your surprise, Compa's frown turns upside-down almost immediately, and she relaxes just a little. "Good. Apology accepted," she replies, looking like absolutely nothing is wrong with the world, now that you've fessed up.

You can't help but eye her. Armok help you, she... reminds you of Mojang. Just a little, because you're reasonably sure your surrogate little sister has more brains in her. Well... fine. Now that that's out of the way, you growl, she's a friend of Neptune, right? You think she mentioned Compa once or twice.

"Mmhmm!" Compa nods cheerily, sitting down across from you. Without really thinking about it, you hand her one of your flasks; she accepts without really thinking about it, either. "She's one of my very best friends. She's a handful sometimes, but Nep-Nep's a nice person when you get right down to it!" she says, with a completely straight face. Compa sips from the flask before continuing. "You're one of Neptune's friends too, right?"

Right. You're /absolutely/ sure your surrogate little sister has more brains in her, now. Still, you can't help but envy Compa, just a little- it must be nice, having such a clear-cut view of the world, uncluttered by countless variables to keep track of. Just her, her friends, and... uh, that giant syringe of hers.

You take another swig from your flask before answering her question. Yeah, you're... probably Neptune's friend by now, since she seems like she's over that protagonist thing. Armok knows you've spent enough time in her bod- your /soul/ has spent enough time in her /body/, you correct yourself. Hell. You know Gamindustri is just waiting for you to fucking slip up so it can pin you with wacky misunderstandings later.

"... huh. I don't really get it, but... that's a yes, right? Well, she does get worked up over being the protagonist!" Compa takes another pull from the flask you've given her- before pausing and tilting her head, making a face. "Um... what is this?"

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>>47602780
Dwarven wine! Homemade, so you know it's fresh-

"Wah!" Compa's eyes widen, and she holds the flask like it's a ticking time bomb. "W-Wait, I'm not- I'm not allowed to have alcohol! I think!"

You squint at the busty nurse/alchemist/mad scientist for a moment before remembering that in Gamindustri, everyone is either 1) eternally seventeen, or 2) an old hag, and the drinking age is /weird/. You shake your head. N... no, that's cool. You're an adult-

"You...?"

What's with that look? You're a dwarf! You're supposed to be short, dammit.

"O-Okay! I'm sorry!"

As you were saying- you're an adult, and you say it's okay for her to drink.

"Okay! Um, in that case-"

... and that's how you came to be standing there, watching a completely blitzed Compa sleeping in the chair. She's just... lying flat on her back like an exhausted salaryman home from work, arms akimbo and legs propped up on another chair.

See, what's impressive is that it's only been, like, ten goddamned seconds, because Compa downed the whole damn flask in a panicked frenzy before you could stop her, and went from 60 mph to zero in no time flat.

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>>47602799
You pick up her flask before casting around for something to cover her sleeping form up with. There's... really not much in the way of blankets, so you pile a few couch cushions on her. That'll tide her over 'til she's awake.

Right.

... right.

You have no fucking clue how to explain this to IF without incurring her wrath. You're not even going to try.

>CHOOSE ONE OF THE FOLLOWING:
[ ] [NEPGEAR] Go check up on your surrogate little sister. You can be quiet when you damn well want to, so it should be fine.
[ ] [BASILICOM] Poke around the Basilicom a little more- maybe you can find Neptune and/or IF, and tell them that Compa needs picking up.
[ ] [PLANEPTUNE] Explore the city a little bit, since no one needs you right now- hit up the Guild, or do a little sightseeing.
[ ] [STAY PUT] ... ugh. Well, you put Compa under, so you might as well stick around and wait 'til she's up.

>>47602829
>[ ] [BASILICOM] Poke around the Basilicom a little more- maybe you can find Neptune and/or IF, and tell them that Compa needs picking up.

>[ ] [PLANEPTUNE] Explore the city a little bit, since no one needs you right now- hit up the Guild, or do a little sightseeing.
Procrastination, ho!

>>47602829
[ ] [PLANEPTUNE] Explore the city a little bit, since no one needs you right now- hit up the Guild, or do a little sightseeing.

>>47602829
>[ ] [BASILICOM] Poke around the Basilicom a little more- maybe you can find Neptune and/or IF, and tell them that Compa needs picking up.
>[ ] [PLANEPTUNE] Explore the city a little bit, since no one needs you right now- hit up the Guild, or do a little sightseeing.

Find Neptune, tell her about Compas situation in a way that she goes there and then go of into Planeptune to be as far away from IF as your worrys for Nepgear allow.

>>47602829
>[ ] [BASILICOM] Poke around the Basilicom a little more- maybe you can find Neptune and/or IF, and tell them that Compa needs picking up.

>>47602829
>[ ] [BASILICOM] Poke around the Basilicom a little more- maybe you can find Neptune and/or IF, and tell them that Compa needs picking up.

Time to make IF even more angry.

>>47602829
>[ ] [BASILICOM] Poke around the Basilicom a little more- maybe you can find Neptune and/or IF, and tell them that Compa needs picking up.

>>47602829
>>[ ] [BASILICOM] Poke around the Basilicom a little more- maybe you can find Neptune and/or IF, and tell them that Compa needs picking up.

>>47602829
>[X] [PLANEPTUNE] Explore the city a little bit, since no one needs you right now- hit up the Guild, or do a little sightseeing.

Adventure. AWAITS!

>>47602829
>[X] [BASILICOM] Poke around the Basilicom a little more- maybe you can find Neptune and/or IF, and tell them that Compa needs picking up.
Shouldn't go too far, we're meeting friends here soon, yeah?

Should we engrave a sign in front of Compa, or something? Like:

>"Booze Coma: Wake at Your Own Peril."

It seems irresponsible to just leave her there, without any explanation. People might think she's lazy and napping on the job.

>>47602829
>[X] [BASILICOM] Poke around the Basilicom a little more- maybe you can find Neptune and/or IF, and tell them that Compa needs picking up.

>>47602829
>[ ] [BASILICOM] Poke around the Basilicom a little more- maybe you can find Neptune and/or IF, and tell them that Compa needs picking up.

Find IF, tell her.... while maintaining at least 50 to 240 meter distance to her and more than 3 Objects she cannot easil Vault over or dash around or under between you, just so you can get up your defense in time if IF happens to crack and attack you.

Or use Nep as a Scapegoat.

>>47602829

>>47602900 here, appending my vote to add >>47602973 's idea about engraving a sign.

>>47602973
>People might think she's lazy and napping on the job.

Isn't her Job at that time and point not technically "Friend of and Provider of Pudding to Nep"? The would just think that Nepdome is inctious if you are too close a friend.

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Okay, I'm fading quicker than I thought- we'll pick up next time with [BASILICOM], getting assistance for Compa (and leaving a sign next to her), and possibly heading out to explore more of Planeptune!

We'll pick up on MONDAY, JUNE 6th, at 8-ish pm EST again! As always, updates will be at twitter.com/BlorpQuest, and questions can go (on the big backlog) at ask.fm/BlorpQuest!

Thanks for participating, guys, and I hope you enjoyed this (slow-ish) thread. Hopefully, I can go for a more regular schedule for a little while longer!

>>47603080
Thanks for running!

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>>47603080
Thanks for the thread Blorp

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>>47603080
Until someday, enjoy your rest!

>>47603080
thanks Blorp

>>47603080
Well, it is good, but you are a Burst writer according to yourself. Which would possibly mean.... well, we need to ask less Questions.... or reduce them to a minimum amount consisting of Background Lore and Rules.... as if that would be ever possible.

I Hope your schedule isn't in a bad shape nor gets upended soon, Blorp.

>Captcha:Bread

... yes captcha, I am a German. At least it isn't potatoes.

>>47603080
>we'll pick up next time with [BASILICOM], getting assistance for Compa (and leaving a sign next to her), and possibly heading out to explore more of Planeptune!

I'm sure everyone will be thrilled that Urist took the time to improve the value of the room!

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>>47603112
>Urist in Minecraft

... HAH. Do you have an actual skin for that, or is it an edit?

>>47603142
I WILL GET TO THEM SOMEDAY, YOU WAIT AND SEE

>>47603177
Honestly, why stop there? Compa's vulnerable as is, she could use some shelter. And that shelter could use a drawbridge. And under that drawbridge, some trap spikes...

>>47603177
>I'm sure everyone will be thrilled that Urist took the time to improve the value of the room!

Oh... This could have worse consequences then getting Compa drunk. At least there we could plead that she wasn't supposed to ex that flask. We can't claim something similiar with damaging parts of their, in essentia, Kathedral - Presidial Main Building Hybrid Building.... Sounds like some place in the Vatikan.

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>>47603207
Here you go! Did it myself. Even with an Editor it's hard to find a good combination of all the different colours.

>>47603207
>I WILL GET TO THEM SOMEDAY, YOU WAIT AND SEE

Well, i am the one who asked, If I remember correctly, nearly every one of the "Rule" clarifications, so I can't stop but think that the Exhaustion is partly to blame on me wanting to know what where some of the rules/Guidlines you operate under.
But then again im awake for ~ 20 hours by now, so I could just don't make too much sense at the moment.

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>>47603276
>that fucking filename

Thank you, anon, that's goddamned amazing. You are doing god's work!

And by god, I mean Armok.

And by that, I mean the thought of even one player somewhere, flooding a Minecraft world in magma in a Urist Twelfthbay skin, amuses me greatly.

>>47603310
Trust me, anon, there were plenty of other reasons for the lack of answers lately (except for those I can more quickly answer without research)!

Most of those reasons are also related to why I had zero threads in, like, all of May, when I'd planned for at least three or four threads despite being busy. Unless you were responsible for whatever shitty bug I caught about three weeks ago and can't seem to shake, don't worry 'bout it!

>>47603080
Thanks for running and welcome back, Blorp

I am so fucking late.

>>47602829
>Try to call Mojang, see if this keystone reception reaches into the void.

I want to make a Plutia next.

>>47603378
Hey Blorp.

What are the odds Urist "accidentally" created a pillow fort, locking Compa in?

Damn, my sleep schedule didn't sync up for this. Hopefully shit will arrange itself so that I can make the next thread.
Which'll probably be in july.

>>47606359
Eurofag here. That thread always starts at 3AM so I always miss it.

>>47606367
I just have an inconsistent sleep schedule, since I'm a NEET.

>>47606407
I'm a NEET too, that's no excuse.

>>47606410
Nah, but it does enable me to sleep when I tire and wake up when I'm rested, rather than having to keep a consistent sleep schedule in order to sync to working hours.
However, I am pretty bad at shifting suddenly, so I wasn't able to sync up to the thread time.