>>47828268
And this is why making /qst/ worksafe was dumb

>>47828268

They're scattered around you. Torn to pieces by the blast. Face-up, staring at nothing.

Greasy smoke curls down the hall. It reeks of blood and flesh and human waste.

The smell of death.

Six of them. The whole squad - The *whole squad* -

Your first operation. All hands on deck; Special, first, second and third class. And you - Provisionary-class. Fresh out of the Academy. Meant to be an adjutant, a supporter, trusted with nothing and no-one.

And now-

It's your *first day*, and you're slipping in gore, every breath aching like jagged glass.

"-Boy." Rasping breath, hissing through teeth. The lift of a hand, amid the pile of bodies.

The Old Man. His body is crumpled against the wall - A jagged spike of sharpnel pins him in place, blood leaking through his vest. His pale face is paler than ever, the lines in his weathered features stark; when he speaks, blood gushes from his mouth, drools down his chin.

But those blue eyes are as harsh, as fierce, as unyielding as ever.

"Boy. You're-" A racking cough wrenches his form - Harsh, brittle laughter as he chokes on his own blood. His lips are peeled back from his teeth, flecked with blood.

"-You're still *alive*-"

[ ] "Sir - I'll get you out of this. I swear."
[ ] "The medics, they'll - Sir, you have to *hold on*-"
[ ] "I...They're all dead. I - I can't-"
[ ] "I'll get help, I'll-"
[ ] "Jesus, I'm the *only one left*-"
[ ] Write-in

>>47828312
>[ ] Write-in
Screaming. Just screaming.

>>47828312
>>47828368
Seconding this.

>>47828312
>[X] "Jesus, I'm the *only one left*-"

>>47828312
>[x] "The medics, they'll - Sir, you have to *hold on*-"

>>47828368
>>47828396

You try. You try to get up-

Your hand slips on something. Skids, a welter of black, arterial gore.

Inspector Second-Class Kyoichi. Ruptured by the blast, face-up, his eyes staring blindly at the ceiling.

You remember him in the first few blank moments of combat, a friendly giant with a great spear in one fist, on his lips a gently humorous smile as though the horror to come was only some friendly jest. His face - curiously untouched - still wears that same smile.

Maybe he thinks death is funny, too.

Nausea blurs your vision. You can feel a shriek - A wild, mad shriek - clawing at your throat. It burns your lungs, wrenches your gut as you feel the beginnings of that raw scream boil from deep within-

You turn your head to the side just in time, as you dry-heave, retch. The only thing worse than throwing up would be vomiting on the corpse. There is very little inside you to bring up; Acrid drool spatters your chin, your gloved hands wet with gore.

Your ears ring. But your head is clearer, now.

> [X] "Jesus, I'm the *only one left*-"

You're-

Just *moments* ago-

How can they all be dead?

(Continued)

>>47828368
this

>>47828613

A rasp. A dry, rattling exhalation.

No. Not all of them.

Not yet.

> [X] "The medics, they'll - Sir, you have to *hold on*-"

On your hands and knees. Heedless of the splinters of glass embedded in your legs, in your palms.

The Old Man. Inspector First-Class Retsudo. Fierce, upright, grim. Weathered, lined face wizened beyond belief - Still powerful, heedless of the twisting of age.

You have never seen him look so small. Beyond old, ancient - Possessed of incomprehensible age. Exhausted, in pain. It squeezes the breath from your lungs, and wipes the words from your brain.

He's dying.

You reach for your radio, but only static comes over the channel. Corospant flickers, dimly, at the end of the hall - A building charge that makes your mouth go dry. The medikit, where's the...

His hand closes on your shoulder. Grips tight, seized into a claw.

"Too late," he rasps. His eyes are hard chips of ice - Gone somewhere cold, gone somewhere beyond the pain, facing down death for just a few moments more and insolently staring it down...

He nods in the direction of the foul, flickering light - the effort costs him.

"-Finish it, Boy."

[ ] "But-"
[ ] "I - I can't do it alone."
[ ] "If - I can get *help*-"
[ ] "I won't leave you here."
[ ] "I will. I swear."
[ ] Write-in

>>47828875
[X] "I won't leave you here."

>>47828875
>Watch him die in front of you, and, in a daze, finish it.

>>47828875
>I will. I swear.

>>47828875
[X] "I won't leave you here."

>>47828875
>[x] "I won't leave you here."

>>47828875
>[ ] "I will. I swear."

>>47828893
>>47828924
>>47828991

> [X] "I won't leave you here."

He laughs. It is a hoarse, brittle sound - leaving his cracked lips as a strained whisper.

The fierce claw latching on your shoulder with a talon's grip relaxes, fractionally, and something thumps against your chest. His other hand - and the pitch-black case in it. The edges of the case are scuffed, pitted from a thousand butcherings...But you can feel the quiet lethality of the thing within.

"You won't," he says - Voice a papery whisper, now.

"*Proud* of you, boy. All of us."

"Always-"

Always-

Sir?

Those cold eyes grow colder still, and he says nothing more.

>>47828916
>>47829040

> [X] I will. I swear.

Through a haze of smoke - It's the smoke, it has to be - you see what he has given you.

Pitch-black. Heavy, greater than the weight of the world. It is not much to look at; A rectangle of black steel, held in place by a complex electromagnetic lock. Tiny sigils acid-etched into the metal...

The world moves. But now you no longer feel adrift. Now, you feel the tug of the anchor, pulling you round to face the rising tide.

Your hand finds the release catch. A tiny spot - smaller than the circle a child might make of thumb and forefinger - turns the color of old blood.

Then fresh blood.

Then open flame.

(Continued)

>>47829112

That hungry crimson light wells through the cracks - Pure, somehow, primal, like a note of defiance against the foul illumination that beats against you.

When the first Incursion happened, the weakness of modern weaponry - Of demon-fighting, under practical conditions - became all-too-clear. Fire and blades had far greater efficacy than gunfire - the primitive qualities of edge, and blunt force, and flame dealing greater harm to the primordial entities the first Investigators faced. There are studies that postulate a link between damage and ritual function; fire, cutting, stabbing tools were all essential elements of ancient sorcery.

It seems only fitting that demons - raveners, products of the primeval void - remember the instruments that were used to invoke them.

Every Cypher is unique. They are not mass-produced, not churned off some anonymous assembly line-

Each one is taken from a demon. Made from it.

As tradition goes - A demon the Investigator has killed. Personally.

The case opens, blossoming like a steel flower, and you lift from it's dust-dry depths-

[ ] An elegant blade of singular and lethal function.
[ ] A great crushing mace few could ever hope to lift.
[ ] A baroque executioner's blade.
[ ] A fanged, hissing chain-link viper, gleaming with razor barbs.
[ ] A gun of alien and grotesque design.
[ ] A long-bladed spear, tall and cruel and spiked.
[ ] Pick two of the above.

>>47829325
Mace & executioner's blade.

>>47829325
>[X] A baroque executioner's blade.

>>47829357
And
[X] A fanged, hissing chain-link viper, gleaming with razor barbs.

>>47829325
>[ ] A baroque executioner's blade.
>[ ] An elegant blade of singular and lethal function.

>>47829348
>>47829357
>>47829376
>>47829398

(You're likely already aware of it, but selecting two options creates a Cypher with the combined properties of both types. I'll give it about ten minutes before I close the voting.)

>>47829357
this one mate

>>47829348
>>47829357
>>47829376
>>47829398
>>47829626

> [X] A baroque executioner's blade.

Your hands close around the Cypher's hilt, and it fits your grasp as if made for it.

It is a two-handed sword, more than a meter and a half in length - Single-edged, exceptionally sharp, with a cleaver's broad blade. The secondary grip encloses your hand in a cage of brutal spikes, ebon thorns that curve outwards, like the vicious teeth of a bear-trap.

You've seen the Old Man kill with the blade. With the thorns. Even the jagged pommel-spike, meant for driving into eyes and through skulls.

> CYPHER - KOSCHEI - RANK [A]
> CLASS: HEAVY
> Effect: When KOSCHEI strikes a surface, it leaves a redly-glowing mark that can be invoked - Causing a jagged blade of rusted iron to erupt forth. Up to six marks can be placed at any one time.

The brutal weapon's blunt edge rests on your shoulder. The weight makes you stagger, but only for a moment - It impels you forward, one solid step at a time, teeth gritted as you breathe the agony away.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Forward, into the foul, throbbing light.

(Continued)

>>47829858

Through the smoke-

You step into the vast chamber beyond, and choke. It feels like thick cords are wrapping around your chest and mind - Constricting your breath, torturing your thoughts. Impressions hit you in a jumble, twisted by the chaos of the day-

Sludge.

The light, pulsing in all directions.

Shadows.

Walls of damp obsidian, spine-encrusted and laced with throbbing runes and sigils that flex and coil with a life of their own.

Smoke.

A pillar of the foulest light. A wound in the fabric of reality, bleeding alien illumination. It is a ragged gash, like a bloody eye - things move beyond the tear. There a sounds: A medley of screams and echoes and cobwebs and moans. It squirms, *throbs*, like a membrane...

And nausea cramps your guts for the second time, as you realize-

It is not an eye at all.

What you are witnessing is a birth.

A battle of titanic proportions has taken place, here. Dozens of dead, sprawled across the tiled floor. Inspectors and cultists alike - the chamber warps dimensions, reaching away beyond the curve of space, the jumbled corpses covering the endless floor into infinity.

So many dead. So many, many-

And then comes the only sound that could possibly drag your attention away from the abdomination that is yet-to-come; the click of a hammer being drawn back. A figure in the dark - Eufiber armor smudged with dust and blood, one fist closed around the grips of no less than three Cyphers; the metal cases knocking together with dull thumps.

In his other hand, he holds a gun.

"-Identify yourself." The voice is calm, level - a pale face turning towards you, as you feel that faint itch right between your eyes-

[ ] "Shoot me if you have to. I'm ending this now."
[ ] "There's no time-"
[ ] "-What *happened* here?"
[ ] Show your badge.
[ ] "Inspector third-class Ryou. You're *alive*?"
[ ] Write-in

>>47830173
>[X] Show your badge.

>>47830173

> What you are witnessing is a birth.

So it's a giant vagina?

>>47830173
>[ ] Show your badge.

>>47828268
A non adult Asagi quest? Are you kidding?

>>47830809

(Probably, but let's see how far we can get. Writing now.)

>>47830247
>>47830809

Your badge-

It's not much. Just a small shield of metal, enough to fit into the palm of your hand - But it gleams. It has survived the carnage, survived the explosion, the filth of the days before, without a mark on it.

Inspector Third-Class Ryou looks at you. Simply looks.

He's young. Almost as young as you are, with fine, almost delicate features - Yet he is exceptional. To already be promoted to the rank of full Inspector - There are the whispers of nepotism, of course. Darker rumors still. But to see him alive - almost casually so - amid the plain of death-

He lowers the weapon. Holsters it. Reaches down, to prise - Gently but firmly - another Cypher from a clutching hand.

The rest of the hand's owner lies several meters away.

"Provisionary-Class Anon," he says, formally. He turns the case over his hand, checking for damage - As all the while, the tear in reality continues to swell. "-You should retreat. There is still time to signal for the sterilization of the area."

A glance, over his shoulder.

"The effect is expanding with greater efficiency than expected," Ryou continues - As if he's standing in some clean, air-conditioned lecture theatre. "I will delay the entity, while you withdraw."

[ ] "Like hell you are."
[ ] "What are you *doing*?"
[ ] "Not alone, you won't."
[ ] "-How much time do we have?"
[ ] "'Sterilization'? But that means, everyone will-"
[ ] Write-in

>>47831567
>[ ] "Not alone, you won't."
>[ ] "-How much time do we have?"

>>47831664
this

>>47831664
>>47831693

> [X] "Not alone, you won't."

His brow furrows.

"Provisionary-class, I formally request that you withdraw."

As if.

"I could make it an order."

He could try.

> [X] "-How much time do we have?"

Ryou hesitates. His eyes flick to his watch, which has somehow survived intact.

"I-" he begins, a frission of alarm in his voice-

You hear - *Drip*.

A mist rises in the air. Blood, parting from the corpses with slow gravity - thin strands braiding together, running in long rivulets that curl and twist in their course towards the burning tear in the fabric of the world. When blood touches the base of the gate, it *crackles* - a silverfire glow that stretches out tentacles of light into the floor and walls, snapping and hissing and spitting sparks-

And then the storm hits.

The ground shakes. The chamber flashes, white and red and green - Ryou staggers, not quite to his knees, as you plant KOSCHEI into the cracked floor and hold on for dear life-

There is a howl. A maelstrom of light and heat. Light the color of nightmare, pulsing forth.

(Continued)

>>47831888

There is a shriek-

Straight out hell, there is a shriek-

It is a cloud. It is a serpent. It is a devil. It is an endlessly shifting riot of shapes and forms, gathering, condensing, *defining* itself into something wholly terribly, something inhuman. A voice thunders with a bellow that shakes the abyss, carrion features splitting along a vulture's break crammed with fangs - No, a shark's maw. No, a leering skull swollen with worms. It has wings, great wings that beat with the force of a hurricane, sparks and smoke coiling from each leathery pinion-

Black-barbed claws. Hooks and talons. A crown of pagan horns. Deep-set eyes that burn with ruin.

It is male. Grotesquely so, obscenely so, a huge form fully forty feet tall. Corded with rippling muscle that pulses beneath raw red flesh, as it convulses through it's birth-agonies - Still draped in that hellish, juddering light that spears out in all directions in lances of lightning as those great scarred wings shake forth from a prison of skin-

The first eruption comes. A body flips over, pulverized. There is a grotesque *sucking* sound-

Blood. Organ-matter. Spiralling through the air. Again and again, like short-fused grenades. An awful shape, taking form in the demon's hand-

Ryou is frozen. He stands as if he has been locked in place, frozen forever - Caught between one moment and the next.

The weapon combines sword and butcher's cleaver and axe. It is made from the bones of dead men, and solid delusion - Rippling, gasping with pleasure as that vast spined fist closes around it. Organs throb within it, and winking eyes, and, and-

-And that is all you see of the eight-meter-long blade, as it comes howling towards you.

[ ] Write-in

>>47832073
Try to dodge and cut his arm.

>>47832073
Evade like a wild man and call to Ryou to snap out of his stupor.

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>>47832073
DOOOOODGE!!!!

>>47832612

Ryou-

*Move*-

No time for subtlety. You slam into him, from the side - He goes reeling, staggering for one instant before the training takes over, becoming an evasive roll as the blade whips past-

You're strong, but not as fast as he is. Your breath hisses from your lungs as the chattering blade *rips*-

The air around it ripples, as it is whipped and heated. That obscene blade is a blur, raw funnels of madness woven to a killing edge. The few bodies not burst and ruptured liquify, with the speed of its passage.

Your eufiber armor stiffens, and that alone saves you. The great swing rips through the back of your vest, close enough to score a bloody gash across one shoulder; It burns, burns like nothing on earth, and it punches the breath from your lungs as you hit the ground and tumble-

Ignore the pain. Ignore it.

And with a roar wrenching through your gritted teeth, you slam KOSCHEI's blade into the meat of the towering demon's arm. The answering howl of fury makes your vision blur, makes your ears ring - When that arm whips past, it drags you with it, your feet skidding in the gore underfoot; You can't find your footing, it's all you can do to *hold on*...

> MARK: 1/6

-With a sickening lurch, your feet leave the ground.

(Continued)

(Gentlemen, a very quick explanation of the combat system - You have the following HP levels; Unharmed, Lightly Wounded, Wounded, Critically Wounded, Maimed and Dead.

Your armor downgrades any injury you receive: Eufiber armor has the following levels - No Damage, Lightly Damaged, Damaged, Critical Damage and Destroyed that degrade as it continues to take damage.

Momentum is your bonus ability - Consecutive hits improve your Momentum rating. At present, you can hold up to 3 Levels of Momentum. The higher your Momentum rating, the higher the passive accuracy bonus you receive - Each round, you can choose to expend Momentum for a damage bonus, or an evasive bonus.

Each time you're unable to land a blow on your opponent during an exchange, your Momentum drops by a single level.)

>>47832780

You're hoisted into the air by the demon-thing - You can see veins creeping along the wound-site, arteries and cords of raw muscle lashing out, gripping Koschei's blade-

And you *torque*, twisting in midair. The executioner's blade *carves*, ripping through flesh as if skinning an apple; Your blade whipping out in a sharp diagonal, leaving a complex arc of fountaining blood as you rip the weapon free through sheer mindless force-

The demon's blood steams where it hits you. God, you can feeling it *eating* into your armor, feel the eufiber boil and distort beneath it-

You hit the ground hard, on your back. A bolt of pain shoots through you, the ragged gash across your shoulder instantly packed with grit. But as you try - try - to get your spasming legs working again-

A shadow falls over you. Burning yellow eyes. Charnel breath.

For one moment, you have the demon's full attention. Koschei's blade bangs against the ground (MARK: 2/6) leaving a glowing scar, at the reeking titan rears back, raising one vast fist to smash you to gore-

CONDITION: LIGHTLY WOUNDED
ARMOR: DAMAGED
MOMENTUM: LEVEL 1

[ ] Write-in

....the quest setting literally designed from the ground up to facilitate big-titted ninja women being raped into submission isn't adult-oriented?

Well alright then.
Good luck with that.

>>47828290
post makes zero sense, tg is blue

>>47832888
Roll to the side, and let this Super Meat Boy cosplay reject skewer his fist.

>>47832888
Roll towards the demon, between its feet to make it harder for it to aim its fist without taking a step back.
Flip through between its legs and slice through its Achilles tendon as we pass.

I'd like to cut its balls off and make a ruin of its cock, but we're not good enough yet nor do we have enough Momentum.

>>47832902
That isn't true.

There is 1 relatively flat girl.

>>47832932

(Do you want to set off both spikes - The one in the demon's arm, and the one on the ground - or just one?)

>>47833003
I don't see why not. Sure, both of them, in tandem.

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>>47833003
Depends, how far do the spikes extend once the mark has been set off, and exactly where is the demon in proximity to the one on the ground. For maximum effect, I'd like to wait until the demon is standing directly above it with his legs on both sides of it, allowing a clear shot at his cock and balls. Seriously, if this setting is anything like any other hentai I've seen, those things may just be the most dangerous part of his body.

>>47833069
Gotta agree with this.
I want this thing castrated before we kill it, if at all possible.

>>47833069
>if this setting is anything like any other hentai I've seen, those things may just be the most dangerous part of his body.
Then you should also understand that attacking that region is useless because everything loses to a cock.

E̲v̲e̲r̲yt̲h̲i̲n̲g.

>>47832932
>>47833032

You try-

Move, move, *move*-

There is a sound. An insect buzz. The whine of a projectile-caster, spewing forth a single vile shell - A barbed harpoon, slow-moving enough to be seen, droning like a glittering hornet.

It hits the demon in the side, and explodes. Sharpnel sprays outwards, a noxious hail of needle-slivers that does hideous tissue damage; the titanic shape staggering, howling, as a great crescent of foul gore gushes from the impact site.

The spined fist comes down anyway.

But Ryou's bought you time. Enough time to roll aside, Koschei's blade scraping dully against the battered floor as you miss decapitating yourself by mere inches - Your finger curling hungrily around the remote activation trigger...

The ground erupts. A ten-foot spear of iron spews forth - a single hiltless blade, tendrils of rusted metal crawling across the ground, blind, questing. The angle is wrong - too sudden, too abrupt - but the descending fist spears into it like a body onto a stake-

The *yowl* of catastrophic agony nearly bursts your eardrums. That fist snatches away - ripping free of the spike - as the red-fleshed monster reels, roaring with distress as the *second* spike rips through the flesh of it's sword-arm; It tears *through* it, the tongue of the blade punching through corded muscle and meat, the creature's substances geysering from the bloody internal wounds, steaming and spitting as it hits the ground and begins to eat into the stones...

>>47832942
>>47833069

You are moving. You wrench yourself to your feet - Adrenaline sings in your veins - without enough clearance to roll; Koschei's blade bangs against the ground (MARK: 1/6) in the intervening distance, the tip drawing sparks as it skids along the flagstones. You turn, in a muscle-ripping effort, carving the executioner's blade towards the pitted flesh of one backward-jointed leg-

And it *kicks* you away.

(Continued)

>>47833097
How the hell did you underline text?

>>47833185

You feel a rib snap. You are *flung*, bodily, through the air as if shot from a cannon. The world tumbles, end-over-end, in sickening anticipation of the pain to come-

-A glimpse of Ryou firing a last barb-spear, flinging his Cypher down; He has a spitting, hissing rapier in one hand, the half-moon grin of an axe in the other - mismatched blades crossing, as he lunges forward-

You hit the ground so hard, you actually-

BLACK.

The world returns, though a haze of pain. Blurred shapes moving, just beyond the edge of perception-

You spear Koschei's point into the ground - Hauling yourself up on it. A coal of raw pain burns in your lungs, and you taste blood - foul with fatigue poisons - in your mouth, as you hawk and spit.

Ryou is fighting the demon. He is slashing, stabbing - Never stopping to parry, rolling, weaving past blows that would speed a man in two. He is dancing between the bloody-tipped blurs, leaping above vengeful thrusts, spinning through the demon's blows like hail. He moves as if time has slowed down, a heartbeat ahead of his foe's attacks-

He's as fast - you realize, dimly - as you are strong.

There is something breathtaking about the whole thing, something almost as wonderful as it is horrible. But - when you glimpse it - you see Ryou's face set in a grimace of effort, even as he gives ground; Again - and again - and again-

He does not parry, because he cannot. A single impact would turn him into a smear of blood.

A glancing blow rips the rapier from his hand - He slashes the axe across the demon's knuckles, leaps high over the carving sword as he thumbs the quick-release catch. A metal case goes flying, and - Like a magician's trick - a toothed scimitar is in his hands before he hits the ground-

Held at bay. Total stalemate.

And then you make a gesture of your own.

(Continued)

>>47833247
Probably by using individual special characters that have underline.

>>47833308
nevermind

t̲e̲s̲t̲

U+0332

>>47833330
Alright, now you gotta tell me how you did that.

[U+0332]test?[/U+0332]

>>47832942
>>47833090

The demon's organ is a gnawing entity - A fanged serpent-mouth gnashing venom-dripping teeth. It lunges, champing at the air - *extending*, in a warped, obscene parody of an erection, seething with hunger-

Lunging across the glowing scar left by KOSCHEI's blade.

This time, when the blade erupts forth-

This time, the howl that follows - that makes the world wobble on its axis, that makes your teeth rattle, your skull ache - it of more than fury. It is a howl of pain. It is a shriek of offense, and it gives new strength to your battered limbs, pushes down the burning in your lungs.

You're on your feet, now, without knowing it. Every breath aches, but adrenaline sings it's high song through your veins. Ryou has backed away from the creature, too, his expression never changing as he watches the thing's thrashing agonies-

...Is that the slightest hint of a smile, in those dead eyes?

It is thrashing. Flailing with the blade. Great, wild sweeps. It is impossible to approach, as the creature's fury plays itself out - On its knees, while the two of you stand.

Ryou turns.

"Provisionary-Class Anon," he says, and lifts his toothed scimitar in salute. Tiny gaping mouths writhe along the blade's length, tasting the agony in the air.

The only things demons loathe more than humans are each other.

[ ] "Let's finish this."
[ ] "-Together, then?"
[ ] "One last charge, then. Let's get this done."
[ ] "Not so formal."
[ ] "Third-class Ryou."
[ ] Write-in

>>47833356
>[ ] "Third-class Ryou."
>[ ] "Let's finish this."

>>47833356
>[ ] "Let's finish this."

>>47833356
>[X] "Third-class Ryou."
>[X] "Let's finish this."

>>47833356
>[ ] "Let's finish this."
There's time for talk when the thing is dead.

>>47833356
Haha, lovely. Gotta hit em in the dick.
>[ ] "Third-class Ryou."
>[ ] "Let's finish this."

>>47833355
There's a character that modifies another character by adding an underline.

You can find it in charmap and it has that code (U+0332)

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>>47828268
what the fuck

>>47833474
I wasn't even aware Taimanin Asagi had a plot honestly. What was it about?

>>47833371
>>47833375
>>47833390
>>47833394

> [X] "Third-class Ryou."
> [X] "Let's finish this."

The merest suggestion of a nod-

And then you are running. You are charging.

The weariness, the pain - It lifts. Your blood is up, and you are charging, sprinting right towards the crippled titan. Blazing eyes glare hate.

It feels like throwing yourself into a void in reality.

Flashes of battle-

When the demon's fist rockets towards you, you dodge to either side - You feel the wind of the blow's passage, close, so achingly close as Ryou weaves aside, virtually spinning. He plants his feet on solid round, drives forward in a head-down sprint.

The blade comes next, and you meet it head-on. KOSCHEI is braced in both hands, the sword of shrieking bone howling towards you-

The crash of impact sends a peal of force rippling through the dust. Your feet dig in, as you brace - You're being pushed back, an inch at a time, fighting to keep yourself upright - every muscle screaming agony. Your vision blurs, your pulse hammering in your ears with each lurching beat-

Ryou's arm whipcracks, blurringly fast-

The demon's eye explodes. A whistling shriek cracks the stones, and the pressure eases. You raise KOSCHEI in both fists, bring it down in a savage, gutting blow-

Jagged spikes answer your call. Not one, not two, but *six* - spearing from every direction at once, driving through the creature's mangled flesh - spearing into it again and again, impaling it in place - A central blade spearing up through the demon's torso.

(Continued)

>>47833545

Ryou's feet sink into the tortured red flesh of the demon's arm. He keeps going, keeps *running*. Finding purchase, impossibly - His last two Cyphers are pitons, stabbing again and again, scaling a wall of flesh as he throws himself full-force into the fray. Flesh ribbons, beneath the whirlwind of knives - He is on the creature's blind side, as it tries to turn to meet him, braying with pain, only barely cognizant of the gouting wounds that are killing it-

Your first blow rips through the demon's throat. Boiling gore hails down on you.

Your second cuts right through it's lower jaw, as a maw hinges open to bite. Rank effluvium spews forth.

And now it struggles to turn its injured head away. Half-blind, tormented, trapped, one remaining eye glares madly at you - Red veins stitching through the burning yellow orb as you close both hands around KOSCHEI's hilt...

And *swing*.

Right into that mad, staring eye. Through the thick skull plate, all the way to the hilt.

When the edge carves into the demon's brain, it screams like you are murdering the world.

And perhaps you are.

....

...

..

.

(Continued)

>>47833579

An electronic beep. Another.

Again. *Again*.

It becomes a drone. A buzz. A relentless sound, again and again-

-And you wake up.

DARK.

Your eyes are thick, crusted with sleep. There is the taste of quinine in your mouth - A cold, clammy sweat clinging to you. The blur in front of you resolves into numerals, as your hand comes down on the alarm - You fumble for the switch, hit it once, then again.

The sound, mercifully, stops.

6:59

6:59

7:00

...That dream again. How long ago was it, now? Since that day?

[ ] Five years.
[ ] Ten years.
[ ] Fifteen years.

>>47833615
>[X] Five years.

>>47833615
>[ ] Five years.
I hope we got a reputation as a mangler of genitalia, a symptom of our PTSD.

>>47833615
>[ ] Five years.

>>47832916
You can't post sexy quest writings on /qst/, or at least that was the rule when I first went on /qst/.

>>47833620
>>47833631
>>47833632

Five years.

Five.

Sometimes, it feels like everything after that is a blur.

Perhaps part of you will always be there, in that endless night and the long, long mourning that followed.

Still-

[ ] ...Longing for revenge.
[ ] ...Trying to do the right thing.
[ ] ...Hoping to make the Old Man proud.
[ ] ...Hoping to prove yourself.
[ ] ...Trying to come to terms with your loss.
[ ] ....Write-in.

>>47833675
>[ ] ...Trying to do the right thing.
>[ ] ...Hoping to make the Old Man proud.

>>47833675
>[ ] ...Hoping to make the Old Man proud.

>>47833675
>[ ] ...Hoping to make the Old Man proud.

>>47833675
>[X] ...Trying to do the right thing.

>>47833688
>>47833689
>>47833690
>>47833691

> [X] ...Trying to do the right thing.

It's the most fundamental, most ephemeral of regrets.

Could you have saved them?

If you were faster. More alert. If you had *known*-

But no-one could have. You *know* this. You've always known.

> [X] ...Hoping to make the Old Man proud.

Like the others, you never had a family. Your first - your earliest - memory is of the Academy's white walls, the murmur of the tutors. For you - and the country's first disposable generation - the Bureau of Public Safety was father. The Bureau was Mother.

The Academy was home.

The Old Man was harsh at times, hard and cold. Never cruel, but impossible to please.

Always-

That one word, haunting.

Always-

You'll never know.

(Continued)

>>47833750

A warm hand cups your shoulder.

"Darling-"

It's a strange word. Unfamiliar, almost-

...You've only been married for a year, after all.

"-It's okay. I'm here. Just a nightmare, that's all."

She's behind you, her hair a tousled halo of deeper shadow in the darkened bedroom, her eyes wide and almost luminous, a faint vertical crease of concern between her brows. The sheets are tangled and sweat-soaked.

"The same dream again?"

[ ] Write-in.

>>47833803
"Yeah. Sorry to wake you. We should get back to sleep."

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>the Bureau of Public Safety was father. The Bureau was Mother.
Huh. Guess we're part of the Corps.

>>47833822
+1

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>>47833822
Sounds good.

>>47833803
>You've only been married for a year, after all.
>married
>in the Taimanin Asagi universe
S-surely nothing bad will happen to her, r-right?

>>47833822
>>47833843

"Mmmm-hmmm."

A soft chuckle, low. Her lips graze against your shoulder, as you ease yourself back to the bed - Your pulse slowing, back to something approaching normal, as the dream recedes.

The coppery taste in your mouth - the dampness to your palms - fade, slowly.

"You're lucky, you know~" she murmurs, a playful lilt to her voice - A low, relaxed sigh. Her fingertips trace lightly against your chest. "On leave today again...You must have the *most* understanding boss *ever*-"

**********************

A YEAR AGO...

The room is a small, cramped space - Decorated so richly it's almost gaudy, like the inside of a very expensive chocolate box. Your tuxedo feels too new, too tight, against your frame - Enough to make you wonder if it's going to stretch or tear with every motion, or ruin the lines-

You don't recognize yourself in the mirror. You've put on a tie hundreds of times - No, *thousands* of times - but today, you seem to have unaccountably forgotten.

"...Does the condemned man need help?"

Inspector Second-Class Noriyuki. Unkempt brown hair, perpetually grinning. He's draped himself, casually, across the couch - Looking as fresh as evening frost, an (unlit) cigarette dangling from his hand. He's not supposed to smoke, not here...But that didn't stop him from bringing it along for 'moral support'.

You glance over at him, over your shoulder.

"Sorry, Sir," he says, his semi-insolent grin never changing. "-Does Inspector First-Class Anon need his subordinate's help?"

[ ] "...I'm getting the hang of it."
[ ] "-Bastard thing. You try."
[ ] "You're being awfully casual about this."
[ ] "Your time will come. Believe me."
[ ] "Watch it."
[ ] Write-in.

>>47833973
>[x] "You're being awfully casual about this."

>>47833973
>[ ] "...I'm getting the hang of it."
>[ ] "Your time will come. Believe me."
The battlefield is nothing as compared to this. At least, there, the worst thing that can happen is just getting captured and tortured by your enemies for all eternity.

>>47833973
>[ ] "Your time will come. Believe me."

Seriously though, what's this setting about? I thought
>....the quest setting literally designed from the ground up to facilitate big-titted ninja women being raped into submission
>That isn't true.
>There is 1 relatively flat girl.
covered it, but I guess there's RIP AND TEAR also? Does THAT cover it or is there something else too?

>>47834000

> [X] "...I'm getting the hang of it."

Come on. You took down the Flayer Killer last month, you can *do this*-

...Is it right across left - Or right, then left, *then* across?

> [X] "You're being awfully casual about this."

"It's not *my* head on the chopping block. Sir."

His expression softens, that grin becoming less amused and more genuine - "But seriously. She's a great person. Gorgeous, too - It'll all be all right."

Then, much, much softer - "...ably."

...Did he just say 'probably'?

> [X] "Your time will come. Believe me."

He blanches.

"Don't even *joke* about that." Noriyuki mock-shudders, then - forgetting himself - puts the unlit cigarette in his mouth. His expression goes momentarily sour, before he plucks it out again - Catching himself just before he attempts to stub it out on the armest.

Wide end under the narrow end. Over the loop. *Now* across, *then* through-

Got you now, you bastard-

There's a knock at the door.

"-I'll get it," Nori says. He's slouching towards the door before he finishes the sentence, making to open it: "Look - I told you guys, we don't need any..."

When the door swings open, you hear his sharp inhalation, the catch to his breath.

"S-special-Class Ryou! Good grief, I didn't mean-"

"A word, please."

You hear Nori's footfalls scuffing against the carpet, as he retreats - As Ryou steps in. He moves with that same exacting, careful precision as before - In the long off-white greatcoat that has become his signature. His angular features are as calm as ever, as he closes the door behind himself - So carefully, it doesn't even creak.

Just like always, his fingers curl loosely around the carrying case for his Cypher. Another memory of long ago.

[ ] "It's been a long time."
[ ] "Special-Class Ryou. What brings you here?"
[ ] "...Weren't they sending you to Germany?"
[ ] "I have to admit - I was *not* expecting this. At all."
[ ] Write-in.

>>47834089
>[ ] "It's been a long time."
>[ ] "I have to admit - I was *not* expecting this. At all. What brings you here?"

>>47834089

Wait, he's higher-rank than us? How is that fair?

>>47834123
He far outranked us four years ago, why wouldn't he still be above us here?

>>47828268

What the actual fuck is this

>>47834089
>[ ] "Special-Class Ryou. What brings you here?"
>[ ] "I have to admit - I was *not* expecting this. At all."

>>47834110
>>47834463

> [X] "It's been a long time."

"Yes."

You wait. Nothing more seems to be forthcoming.

> [X] "Special-Class Ryou. What brings you here?"

"I am-"

There is a pause. His eyes narrow slightly behind his glasses - A recent affectation. You're not sure why.

Not unfriendly, just contemplative.

"-There are matters in Germany," he says, carefully. "I will be departing, shortly."

> [X] "I have to admit - I was *not* expecting this. At all. What brings you here?"

Silence.

It stretches. At last, he breaks it.

"I was - unaware - of the news," Ryou says. "The work, as always. It consumes."

His fingers drum lightly against his knee - A nervous tic you've never seen before.

It dawns on you, slowly but surely - He doesn't know what to say. The calm, the serene reserve - It's not a facade. It is who he is.

There's a touch of apology in his voice, now, as he stands.

"I came to give my congratulations...Anon." He touches his hand to his brow, lightly, as if in salute.

Then-

"Will you tell her?" A heartbeat later, he clarifies. "About what you do. About the work."

[ ] "...I'm not sure."
[ ] "Of course."
[ ] "No."
[ ] "Perhaps someday."
[ ] "Should I?"
[ ] "What do you think?"
[ ] Write-in.

>>47834561
>[x] Write-in.
HARDCORE MULTICOCK RAPE.
MASSIVE SLUTTY TITBOUNCING AS THEIR THOUGHT ARE OBLITERATED FROM POWERFUL MIND-SHATTERING ORGASMS.

>>47834607

This is very, very different from what I expected and I don't know what I was expecting.

>>47834607
>camrashake intensifies

>>47834561
>[x] "Of course."

>>47834607
>>47834642
It's just a quest guys, we can depart from canon for like 2 seconds here.

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>>47834607
This is exactly what I expected when I read the thread title. Good job, anon.

>>47834607

Technically, OP is right in that the rape is not supposed to happen. It's just the girls having a really, really bad day. Their plans don't involve them getting raped at all.

>>47834683
>Their plans don't involve them getting raped at all.
It never does.

>>47834683
And yet their lives and worlds revolve around it.

>>47834699

Which is why this is fucking weird, because the setting is being treated with so much gravitas including serious men talking seriously about the morality of killing demons. It's like a porn movie was actually about the socio-economic landscape of Taiwan.

>>47834561
>[ ] "Of course."

>>47834607
You know now that I think about it I don't think there have been any female characters in this quest yet. Oh, barring the missus in a flashforward sequence I suppose, but there aren't any in this scene particular scene.

>>47834694
They should really plan for it ahead of time.
>"Wait, what if we're captured and get body-modded and gangfucked and bestiality-raped until our minds break?"
>"That's why we've been trained to be cumdumpsters, obviously. We don't pick only big-titted recruits who wear skin-tight outfits and have a psychologivak tendency to submit at the first hints of arousal for no reason after all."

>>47834711
Is the plot really worth watching? Like, independently from the porn?

>>47834711
The setting is a porn game.
Dude draws some porn and then writes some filler story that happens to be interesting, but let's not pretend that we don't know exactly what the game was designed for in the first place.
Doesn't even have the excuse that those Type-Moon games have where his producers MADE Nasu put porn shit into his VN's and fill everything with little girls because they know nothing else will sell to the VN crowd.

In Asagi's case it's like walking into a sleazy-ass strip club and discovering they serve really good hamburgers. Yes they are indeed good, but it was designed from the ground up to be a sleazy-ass strip club and everybody fucking knows it too.

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>>47834720
Well, the older Taimanins do at least put up some resistance and snap back from being mindbroken so fast it gives onlookers whiplash.
Unlike the newer ones, who're ahegaoing and swearing their undying love to cocks before even the tip is in.

>>47834736

Not really, but the setting is actually weirdly complicated. It's like how the Nasuverse was just the backdrop for a porn game.

>>47834740
Actually, a dual purpose strip club/burger joint sounds like a fantastic business model. You could go there telling yourself you just want a kick ass burger without feeling dirty going to sleezy strip joint or lying to your gf to hide it. Even if you're fully aware your primary motivation is to watch babes shake their tits in your face for money.

I mean, it worked for hooters pretty well.

>>47834748
Correction; Nasu created a setting and then his producers MADE him turn it into a porn game, which is why the original version of Fate had you play a girl and the cast was mostly male.
His producers are acutely aware of the type of person that tends to buy visual novels, and even a cursory glance at his fandom confirms their beliefs a hundred fold.

>>47834676
>>47834712

> [X] "Of course."

Another of those long silences - A silence that could mean anything.

He nods, just once - His hand already resting on the knob.

"Good luck," Ryou says. The door opens, without a creak, and he steps through.

That was the last time you ever saw him.

**********************

NOW:

A soft, luxurious sigh. The press of a warm - very warm - body against yours, as a silken leg slides against your own.

"...Is it about work again?" she murmurs - A touch of concern to her voice, now. Shifting her pose, to look into your eyes - Chin perched on your chest. You can feel rather more than that, the softness of her breasts pressing against you, her arms rising to circle you neck.

"-You can always tell me. You know that, right?

[ ] Write-in.

As if on cue - There is a low hum; the automatic blinds turning, slowly. The early-morning sun slants through, rays of golden warmth that dance on her-

[ ] Black
[ ] Blonde
[ ] Brown
[ ] Blue
[ ] Red

...hair.

>>47834796
[X] Red

>>47834742
>"MY WOMB IS YOURS TO FILL MASTER! USE MY ASSPUSSY AS WELL!"
>"Jesus Christ, my pants aren't even off yet."
>"USE MY WOMB! YOUR FILTHY BROODMARE IS WAITING!"
>"Seriously, I just came in not even two seconds ago. Haven't even done anything."
>*eyes roll back* "CUMMING! MY WHOLE BODY IS A PUSSY THAT IS CUMMING!"
>"Yeah, I'm just going to go, you're honestly creeping me out a bit."

>>47834812

> [X] Blonde

What, we're going for Oboro? Bad idea.

>>47834816
And then there is Taimanin Asagi Battle Arena.

>>47834796
>[ ] Write-in.
I know, I don't know what I'd do without you to support me through my work.

>[ ] Blue
You gotta have blue hair

>>47834796
>"I know. I will. But not now. I want to savour and treasure this moment."

>[x] Red

>>47834829
>TABA
Such a waste of a bunch of hot character designs.

>>47834827

Seconding this, since I like Sakura. Asagi's route is overdone, though people seem to be going Oboro or Murasaki.

>>47834827
And by bad you mean great.

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>>47834816

>>47834827

You know that the one in the games is a clone, right? The original one turns up in TA3 and gets killed off again.

>>47834848
>>47834827
guys, I don't think the girl is one of the knights

>>47834742
My gf actually likes the latter more then the former, which weirds me out a little bit. But I guess fetishes don't have to make much sense at all.

>>47834816
10/10
You should apply to Lilith as a writer if they'll ever do a Taimanin Yukikaze 3.

>>47834899
I honestly don't think I could take doing that unless I make it the most ironic VN ever.
>entire game about the boring day-to-day if a happily single and decently employed guy who you just guide through random everyday life stuff and all choices revolve around banal shit that don't really make much impact on anything.
>the sex scene is him accidentally walking into a room where an Taimanin is cumming like a fucking water fountain and he gets embarassed and leaves awkwardly
>there isn't even a picture during this scene, it's just a bit of text in-between walking home from work

>>47834796

(Gentlemen, I'll give it ten more minutes for a tiebreaker.)

>>47834796

>[x] Red

I'd break the tie, but red hair's my thing.

>>47834949
I'll (delete and) change my vote >>47834833 to red.

>>47834874

(...Actually, the knights weren't an angle I had concerned. Sure, let's go with that.)

>>47834979
Whatever you feel like you can work with best.

>>47834796
>>47834956
>[x] Red
Might as well make Red win.

(My apologies for the lack of images. I couldn't find anything that was appropriate, or indeed safe for work.)

>>47834812
>>47834834
>>47834956
>>47834966
>>47835029

> [X] Red

...hair.

Oboro Kokawa. Your wife.

It's still strange - unfamiliar, almost - to imagine that, to put those words together; to know that the statuesque redhead in your bed - that light, almost playful smile on her lips - is your *wife*.

> [X] I know, I don't know what I'd do without you to support me through my work.

"Flatterer," she says - And there's that laugh again. That husky, throaty laugh that communicates understanding and intimacy and mischief, all at once-

...But mostly mischief, now.

> "I know. I will. But not now. I want to savor and treasure this moment."

"Sentimental," she teases - Murmuring the words against your throat. When your hand finds the sleek curve of her back, a pleasant shiver courses through her...

-You know what that shiver means, even before she lifts her gaze to meet yours.

"You *are* free today, aren't you," she says, almost to herself - fingertips tracing small circles against your chest.

"So that means...For the rest of today-"

"...I have you all to my-"

There's a sound. A rap at the door, a little too heavy to be a mere hand.

Oboro exhales. A slow sigh, though not without an amused twist to her lips as she turns her head to the side.

"I suppose I should-"

[ ] "I'll get it."
[ ] "Sure - I'll get dressed."
[ ] "...It never fails."
[ ] Write-in.

>>47835128

Oh shit, so this is the REAL Oboro? She never got any H-scenes in TA3.

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>>47835128
>Oboro Kokawa.
>Your wife.

[X] "I'll get it."

>>47835128
>[ ] "I'll get it."

>>47835128
>[ ] "Sure - I'll get dressed."

>>47835128
>Oboro
Are we on the NTR route?

I haven't seen the series, what's the significance of Oboro?

>>47835226
For the most part she/her demonic version/her clone/etc. is an antagonist that takes great pleasure in facilitating the breaking of the other Taimanins.

>>47835128
>[ ] "I'll get it."

>>47835270
It isn't like they don't enjoy it.

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>>47835200
>>47835201
>>47835326

The bed is very, very warm, and very, very soft.

But you get up anyway.

It feels like second-nature, now - All the times you were called out at ungodly hours, in the middle of the night. When there was something that just couldn't wait-

But before, you lived alone. Before, home was a two-room flat. Your government-subsidized house feels too large, too luxurious, for you-

...For the *two* of you. (It hasn't quite sunk in yet.)

You're in front of the mirror, buttoning up your collar, when you realize - You've done it again. Reflex takes over, without thinking, and - In less time than it takes to shape the thought - you're in your office clothes.

Well, since it's there...

*********************

"Oboro-onees...Oh."

When you marry someone - You marry their entire family. You've heard that saying somewhere before, but you're not *quite* sure where. You certainly didn't expect it to be *true*.

Asuka Kokawa. Bright blue eyes widening with surprise, beneath glossy brown bangs - a little flush to her cheeks, as she looks up at you.

-But there's that sound again. The faint *clack* of metal-on-metal, muffled by cloth.

Oboro's never told you that story, but you can put the pieces together. The same accident that claimed the lives of their parents - Your wife was lucky.

Her sister was not.

(Continued)

>>47835484

Her smile slips - Just a little - as she notices the direction of your gaze; She clapses her hands behind her back, an easy, almost practiced motion...The whisper of fabric almost enough to drown out the low faint hum of servoes, beneath her long sleeves.

All four limbs. A quadruple amputee.

You can't imagine how it must feel, to live like that.

"Anon-kun." A quick smile - She's never been fully comfortable around you. You're not sure why, but there's this distance...Or perhaps you're imagining things. Old habits die hard, after all. "I - You're up late," she says, slim shoulders lifting in the slightest shrug - "...I thought you'd be at work already~"

[ ] "-I'm on leave, actually."
[ ] "We weren't expecting a visit...What's the occasion?"
[ ] "She's in, but - Give her a moment."
[ ] "Would you like to come in?"
[ ] Write-in

>>47835490
>[ ] "-I'm on leave, actually."
>[ ] "She's in, but - Give her a moment."

>>47835484
>>47835490

I admire your consistency with the lore, but this is fucking weird. I keep expecting rape and NTR to happen any second now.

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>>47835484
>interrupting fun times with Oboro
Someone's asking for her limb privileges to get revoked.

>>47835490
>[ ] "-I'm on leave, actually."
>[ ] "We weren't expecting a visit...What's the occasion?"

>>47835490
>[ ] "-I'm on leave, actually."
>[ ] "Would you like to come in?"

>>47835490
>[ ] "-I'm on leave, actually."
>[ ] "We weren't expecting a visit...What's the occasion?"

>>47835535
>>47835577
>>47835586

> [X] "-I'm on leave, actually."

"Ah," she says. Those words are freight with meaning.

Asuka pouts - Just a little - her cheeks puffing up, as she glances to the side.

"...I'm a bit jealous..."

You're pretty sure you weren't supposed to hear that.

> [X] "We weren't expecting a visit...What's the occasion?"

"It's-"

Hesitation flickers across her features.

"-it's a personal matter. It's...A little embarassing, so..."

...Well, that's not clear at all.

> [X] "She's in, but - Give her a moment."
> [X] "Would you like to come in?"

"Can I...?" she visibly perks up at your words. "-Then, please excuse me..."

She dips her head in a little nod, as she steps over the threshold - You can feel her gaze taking in the oddly domestic setting, everything clean and in it's place...Or perhaps not fully lived-in yet.

You're not sure what Asuka's looking for, but she sighs. Ever-so-slightly.

"Darling..."

The voice is low, husky - That smoky note you've never heard Oboro use with anyone else. You hear her bare feet pad lightly against the floor; her shapely silhouette limned against the light, as you feel a momentary premonition-

Behind you, Asuka blinks.

"Is that-" she begins, wonderingly-

"Come back to b-"

[ ] Write-in

>>47828268
Is this one of those hentais where the girls get raped a million times by their enemies, yet and the end win by some dumb asspull and have consequences(physical or psychological) from all that rape ?

>>47835694
Yes. Al least in the "good' ends.

>>47835676
>[ ] Write-in
we have a visiter.

all I could think of

>>47835676
"I'd love to, honey, but we have a visitor."

>>47835806
this is much better

>>47828268
>Taimanin Asagi
I have no idea what this is, but I like the quality of the writing.
Hope the thread remains alive as I catch up.

>>47835676
Tell her, her sister is here. Make smalltalk with Asuka while she makes herself decent, perhaps discreetly pry into what brings here here.
Try not to look really miffed thinking about all the good things currently not happening in the bedroom.

>>47835832
>He doesn't know

>>47835806
Seconding

>>47835793
>>47835806

> "I'd love to, honey, but we have a visitor."

There's a long, pregnant pause-

A muffled gasp. Abruptly, you hear the door to the bedroom close - And beyond, the rustle of fabric.

>>47835843

Tea?

"I...thank you." There's a delicacy in how Asuka handles herself, when she holds the cup in both hands - As if she's afraid of squeezing too tight. She can't feel the heat, of course - not even as white fog rolls upwards, in an aromatic haze. She takes a careful sip...

"Good," she says, softly.

> Make small talk with Asuka while she makes herself decent, discreetly pry into what brings her here.

"Well...It's silly, really," Asuka offers, by way of explanation. Her gaze goes down, to the hands that hold the cup. "Actually, I was wondering-"

"Asuka-chan~!"

You've never seen anyone dress quite so fast. Oboro sweeps forward - The slightest flush to her cheeks, her hair ever-so-slightly dishevelled - to give her sister a fond hug; the two of them falling into the familiar rhythms of chatter that's largely incomprehensible to you-

They pick up their last conversation as if they've never left off. It's light, almost offhand chatter - You don't try to keep up with it. You just watch, the glow of contentment on Oboro's features - that limns her words, her actions - reflected in Asuka's.

"...But - I was *really* surprised," Oboro is saying - Her hand resting lightly on her sister's. "I'm happy you're here, but..."

"Actually-"

Asuka leans forward - Ever-so-slightly - then her gaze goes to you, and she hesitates. Oboro catches the meaning in that look; Her smile understanding, as she glances in your direction.

"Dear - Could you give us a moment, please?"

[ ] "Sure."
[ ] "Sure." (Eavesdrop.)
[ ] "...Is there any way I could help?"
[ ] Write-in

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>>47835956

(Apologies, left out my image.)

>>47835956
>[ ] "...Is there any way I could help?"

>>47835956

> [X] "Sure." (Eavesdrop.)

Now I'm REALLY curious.

>>47835956
>[ ] "Sure. Though I'd be happy to help, if I can in any way."
As her husband, we should be trusting and supportive so that the inevitable NTR hits all the harder

>>47835998
>Implying it wouldn't be a twist gender bending with us joining in with her.

>>47835956
>[x] "Sure."
>[x] "...Is there any way I could help?"

>>47835956
>[X] Sure (Eavesdrop)
We ARE an inspector, after all, and old habits die hard.

(Also I'm morbidly curious).

>>47835956
>[ ] "Sure." (Eavesdrop.)

>>47835956
>[ ] "Sure."
>[ ] "...Is there any way I could help?"

>>47835956
[X] "Sure."

It's tempting to eavesdrop, but since Asuka almost spilled the beans on her own, we'll probably be able to find out why she's here anyway.

I'd be 300% into Taimanin Asagi if it wasn't the Grand Central Station of bad ends. I just wanted sexy ninja girls doing sexy, badass things!

>>47836321
Mindbreak is badass.

>>47828268
Rock-nips.

>>47836321
How many percent are you into Senran Kagura and/or Beat Blades Haruka?

>>47836335
t. orc / tentacle monster

>>47835981
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>>47836284

> [X] "...Is there any way I could help?"

Asuka's expression is a trifle awkward - Her brow ever-so-slightly furrowed, as her gaze settles on Oboro...

"Thank you - But no."

> [X] "Sure." (Eavesdrop.)

You take that as a cue to excuse yourself. It's not far to the kitchen, where the low hum of the heater echoes faintly in your ears, a comforting electronic sound...

The wall's especially thin, here. And you're a good listener - You have to be, when something might be lurking in the dark. Besides - You're an Investigator. You investigate. (Not often, and not really. The last two years of your training were all book-learning. The rest was physical training, endless rounds of sparring and runs and push-ups. Over and over again.)

And so you hear - snatches.

> "...round of treatments? So soon?"
> "-it's necessary, isn't it? One builds on the previous one - It's what we call progress."
> "...handle it on your own?"
> "...working together...accompany?"
> "-separately's best. Always...my support."
> "...today?"

A low buzz, a vibrating hum. Instinctively, your hand goes to your shirt pocket-

-No. It's the special phone. The emergency phone.

(Continued)

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>>47833506
>Taimanin Asagi had a plot
It's a few (small) VN settings all tied (very loosely) together. It's like an Asian-version of World of Darkness, where you have a darker modern world with your usual assortment of mystical and folk tale monsters and magic in the background, along with tentacle cybernetics, because Japan.

There's an overarching plot about a vampire demon's conquests, anti-demon ninja betrayals, the redemption of a rapey scientist, and American special forces kicking down doors, but the lewds interrupt most things.

>>47836450

You're being recalled.

Close by - You hear the scrape of chairs being pushed back, the faint clatter of teacups being gathered up, as the table is cleared.

"Darling~" There's a touch of levity to Oboro's voice, as she rounds the corner; a tray in her hands, her expression thoughtful...Then her brow furrows, as she sees you stand there - The phone in your hands, as you look down at the screen.

"...Trouble?" she asks, concern in her eyes - "It's the office again, isn't it?"

[ ] "Work. You know how it is."
[ ] "-Yes. We have a lead."
[ ] "I'll handle it. You were about to say?"
[ ] Write-in.

>>47836538
>[ ] "-Yes. We have a lead."
>[ ] "I'll handle it. You were about to say?"

>>47836538
>[x] "-Yes. We have a lead."
>[x] "Are you alright?"

>>47836538
>[ ] "I'll handle it. You were about to say?"
I'd rather keep it vague while the uninitiated are within earshot.

>>47836538
>[ ] "I'll handle it. You were about to say?"

>>47836538
>[ ] "-Yes. We have a lead."
Get anything we might need, steal a quick good luck kiss and head out.

Also, was Oboro asking the "...round of treatments? So soon?" snippet we caught?

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>>47836538
>[x] I'll handle it. You were about to say?

I have no idea why I find this image appropriate, but I do.

>>47836582

> [X] "I'll handle it. You were about to say?"

"Asuka's-"

Oboro hesitates. She lowers her voice.

"-Her prosthetics...She's been having trouble with them, recently. She's been undergoing therapy, but..."

She blinks, hard. Rubs at her eyes.

"It's...agonizing. They're talking about further surgery, and..." Her sleek throat works.

"-I should be there with her. When they tell her. The centre's out of the way, but..." Her voice trails off. Her smile is weak, a little wan. "I'm sorry...Telling you this, all of a sudden. She's-" A glance, back over her shoulder. "...She doesn't want to be a burden."

> [X] "Are you alright?"

"M, me?"

This time, her smile becomes more genuine - She takes a step forward, her hands settling on yours.

"-*I'm* all right," she says. "It's everyone else I worry about."

> [X] "-Yes. We have a lead."

"Oh-"

Her eyes widen, slightly. A soft inhalation.

"...Be *careful*, then." There's the slightest tremble to her fingers, a gleam of doubt to her eyes. "You *will* be safe, won't you?"

[ ] "Have I ever let you down?"
[ ] "I promise."
[ ] "-I'll see you tonight, for sure."
[ ] "They won't let me out in the field, anyway. I'll be perfectly safe."
[ ] "It's just paperwork. Others will be handling it, I promise."
[ ] Write-in.

>>47836717
>[x] "It's just paperwork. Others will be handling it, I promise".
Take her hand in ours, reassure her. She got some bad news,she doesn't need to worry about us right now.

Even though there's no way in hell this is a peaceful paper-pushing kind of recall.

>>47836717
>[ ] "It's just paperwork. Others will be handling it, I promise."

>>47836717

>[x] "I will if you will."

hug & kiss etc.

>>47836717
>[ ] "It's just paperwork. Others will be handling it, I promise."

>>47836717
>[ ] "It's just paperwork. Others will be handling it, I promise."
I have a feeling this isn't entirely honest.

>[ ] "-I'll see you tonight

>>47836747
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>>47836799

> [X] "It's just paperwork. Others will be handling it, I promise."

"If you're *sure*-"

She's about to say something more - Right before you stop her mouth with a kiss. Oboro's eyes - an arresting, mesmerizing shade, almost violet - widen with surprise...Then they soft again, as her arms slide around you. Her lips part, ever-so-slightly, beneath yours...

Her hands grip your shoulders, tight - And then, if only now conscious of the situation, they rest against your chest...Easing you back, lightly.

> [x] "I will if you will."

"Mmmmm~!"

A soft sound, almost a laugh, of agreement - She leans into you for just a moment more, before she draws back.

"I'll see you tonight," she whispers, as she pulls away - Her hand brushing lightly against yours, one final time.

It feels lonely, somehow, to leave the house like that; Even as you find your metal carrying-case. Adjust your tie. Take a moment to ensure everything's proper - as the door closes, at last, on a house full of warmth.

You square your shoulders.

There's a long drive ahead.

(Continued)

>>47836944

The Bureau of Public Safety is a tall, windowless monolith - An artificial mountain, towering above the buildings on all sides. Or rather, it *would* be...If - for a full kilometre on all sides - the ground hadn't been cleared. There is an eeriness to the absence, like a lost tooth in a jaw; Made stranger still by the cars parked in neat rows at the appropriate distance.

It's later in the day, now. The first rush of arrivals has ceased, and it takes you a moment to find the space alloted to you, as you circle round-

...There's a car in the way. Parked across two empty lots - A hefty muscle car, the raised block of the supercharger giving it a distinctive profile.

There's a man next to it. Six foot two, almost defiantly blonde and blue-eyed...

-Arguing with a parking officer.

The American. Of course.

Dan Eagleman. Foreign Liaison to the Bureau of Public Safety (Japan), on detachment from the USCEF.

The source of the disagreement appears to be the 'ILLEGAL VEHICLE' tag slapped onto his windshield - The conversation, however, is mostly communicated in gestures and that peculiar American measure when one party doesn't speak the language: Speaking each word LOUDLY and SLOWLY, in the hope of aiding comprehension.

(Continued)

>>47837278

Dan has an open, square-jawed, bluntly honest face. That, and - sometimes - an expression that suggests to maim is sublime.

That, of course, is part of the problem.

You've dealt with liaison officers before. Most of them were bureacrats, happy to take the scenic route, happy to be guided by their handlers. Dan is...different.

He wanted to 'get stuck in'. He wanted to 'show you how we do things down South'.

Liaison officers aren't meant to get into fights. They're certainly not supposed to get involved in sensitive operations - Which, in this case, would be like sending a chainsaw to back up a scalpel.

God help you all if he somehow - somehow - manages to get himself killed.

The last you heard, the higher-ups are still fumbling for a diplomatic solution...

-Which is why he's been attached to your squad. Why you've been grounded.

Why *he's* your problem now.

"Anon!" he booms, as you step from your car - Cracking a wide grin, taking a lumbering step towards you. "My friend - Good to see you!"

The parking officer stiffens to attention. He has a thousand-yard stare, too.

[ ] "...What seems to be the problem?"
[ ] "-It's good to see you too, Dan." (Lie.)
[ ] "-It's good to see you too, Dan." (Truth.)
[ ] "...Give me strength."
[ ] "You seem to be handling things just fine."
[ ] Write-in.

>>47837457
>[ ] "-It's good to see you too, Dan." (Truth.)

>>47837457
>[ ] "...Give me strength."

>>47837457
>[x]Good to see you too, Dan (Lie)
I'm all for being nice to the new guy, but this one has 'JERKWAD' written all over him in bolded blocky capital letters.

>>47837457
>[ ] "...What seems to be the problem?"

>>47837457
>[ ] "-It's good to see you too, Dan." (Lie.)
>[ ] "...What seems to be the problem?"

(Gentlemen, I'd love to continue, but it's extremely late on my part. This has been plenty of fun, and I'd certainly look forward to the next installment - Provided I can meet my other commitments.)

>>47837641
Thanks for running, dude. I'm looking forward to where this goes.

>>47837641
Oh, damn. Well, you've been running, like... 15 hours straight?
What the hell. Anyway, you deserve your rest. Just... can we please get a conclusion before you end it? Cliffhangers rarely transition well between threads.

>>47837641
you going to archive this its well written I'd hate to see disappear?

thanks for running

>>47837674

(Actually, this is technically two-to-three-and-a-half chapters put into one. I initially intended to end it when you left the apartment.

Also - So as not to leave it as a cliffhanger - Dan *is* heavily augmented. The American method of demon-slaying differs significantly from the Japanese approach.)

>>47837713
Did he ask for this?

>>47837713

NANOMACHINES, SON!

Even though I know she wouldn't have fit with OP's setup the complete lack of Ingrid still saddens me. Oh well.

>>47837798
Isn't she right there? In the bottom right corner?

>>47837798

Give it time.

>>47837713
Ah, I see.
So, when should we expect the next chapter?
Any twitters to follow?

Can someone Archive this thread or come up with a description, and tags for it?

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>>47837811
Yeah, but seeing as the MC is a Bureau of Public Safety agent, she'll most likely be an enemy or at best short lived ally of convenience.

>>47837826
>mfw

>>47837905
Considering what the quest is based off of, she wouldn't be an enemy for long if she was.

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>>47837713
Glorious great American augmentations.

>>47837927
Dose " Having seen his squad die and fighting his way out our hero is recalled from Leave" sound like a good description?

>>47838149
No, because that happened in a flashback.

Try this:
"Through bloodbath, our hero is reborn. Fifteen years later, he's a married man and still on the straight path, but thing are about to change..."

too buzzword-y?

>>47838189
thanks got any tags to go with it?

>>47838189
It was actually 5 years, not 15.

>>47838218
Collective Game, Taimanin Asagi Quest, Taimanin, Not What You Expected, Gratuitous Lack of Porn

>>47838189
The usual. Taimanin Asagi Quest, Cooperative Quest, no lewd, #nofilters #nohate... maybe not those last two.

>>47838277
thanks

>>47838267
Ah, you're right. Sorry, my bad.

>>47838277
>Cooperative Quest
It's Collective Game.
Get the tags right.

OK so

"Through bloodbath, our hero is reborn. Fifteen years later, he's a married man and still on the straight path, but thing are about to change..."

>Taimanin Asagi Quest, Collective Quest, Taimanin, no lewd, Not What You Expected

this correct?

For fucks sake this is a blue board.

>>47838454
Which part of Global 7 do you have trouble understanding?

>>47838454
>Literally the first line of the OP
>"This isn't an inherently adult-rated Quest, despite the setting inspiration"

Do you even read?

>>47838510
Your point is?

>>47838510
And this is a blue thread. It's nobody's fault but your own that you're a retard.
Actually, I take that back, it's not even your fault. My sympathies.Living as a drooling imbecile must be hard.

Just noticed this thread.

Now I kind of want to befriend the shit out of Dan Eagleman interpersonally but ALSO hate him because of the shit he stirs up by trying to get stuck in.

Cool are you gonna have a Widowmaker cameo

>>47828268
Wow. People really don't like the thought of Asagi setting quests. Already at -9.

>>47843229
Well part of it is likely people butthurt that the thread was made here and not on /qst/
Others may feel that way because of incorrect tags (collective quest instead of collective game).

>>47843229
>People really don't like the thought of Asagi setting quests
What, why
Hentai lore is so rich and deep.

>>47843279
>Others may feel that way because of incorrect tags (collective quest instead of collective game).
I don't get how you can get that wrong.
It's right there on the fucking form to use Collective Game.

>>47843975
Could just contact LL and let him know of the goof.

>>47843975
sorry my bad, copy pasted and didn't check

>>47843995
how you do that?

>>47837457
>[ ] "-It's good to see you too, Dan." (Truth.)
Seems like a well intentioned enough guy.

>>47844607
Wait, we can still vote?
>>47837457
>[X] "...Give me strength."
>[X] "-It's good to see you too, Dan." (Truth.)
Count me in. Great guy interpersonally probably.
Pain in the ass as far as the job goes most likely.

>>47844607
Well intentioned or not, her seems like a pain to deal with.

>>47837457
>[ ] "-It's good to see you too, Dan." (Truth.)
>[ ] "...Give me strength."
A loyal friend, but an absolute nightmare to deal with at work because of his need to be the center of the action/attention.
Oh, and as long as you can speak English.

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> [X] "...Give me strength."

You find that you've been saying this more and more often, recently.

> [X] "-It's good to see you too, Dan." (Truth.)

"Right-!"

He smiles - Sunny, irrepressible, a wide grin. If there's one thing you've noticed about Americans in general and Dan in particular: They have a zest for life, writ large. He's about to give you a friendly slap on the back, then pulls up short - A friendly slap from him could put a cinderblock through a brick wall.

> [X] "...What seems to be the problem?"

The parking officer relaxes, ever-so-slightly. The look he gives you is brimming with gratitude.

"Sir, I - The vehicle is illegally parked," he says, gesturing - With a white-gloved hand - at the muscle car parked across both lots. It stands out, even amid the section allocated to you; Never more than half-full, at the best of times. "-And the modifications to it; they're in violation of the Automobile Registration Act 2008 and the standing order that no vehicle beyond the accepted dimensions are to be parked-"

...Because of that car-bomb at the Diet Building.

And the one at the Ibaraki Prefectural Government Building.

Laws get passed a lot faster, you find, when the politicians are the ones in danger.

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Oh shit, we're live again!

>>47846241

You're not sure how much of this Dan is getting - His expression is tolerant but bemused, as if he can't quite understand what should be common sense.

"Look," he says, with a patience that borders on axe-murdering. "-The place is half-empty. No-one's used it for months - No-one's *going* to use it. I keep telling him I *have* to use it-"

The Americans never developed Cyphers. Their methods were significantly more direct - Which is why Dan weighs about three times as much as you do. Even with his fight implants deactivated, it must be like being a bewildered sledgehammer in a world made of glass.

The officer's gaze darts back and forth. He's not following the conversation, not really.

"Sir, please tell him to use the VIP lot allocated for foreign-"

"-It takes an hour to get in and out of there. If we deploy-" If you 'ever' deploy, you know he means. "...How am I supposed to keep up? Jog alongside?" He snorts, slams his car's reinforced door with a trifle more force than necessary. You're pretty sure it was made to stop bullets - An unfortunate legacy of the Arizona incident.

[ ] (To the officer) "-The car stays where it is. I'll approve it."
[ ] (To the officer) "Humor him."
[ ] (To Dan) "Dan - I don't like it either. But I don't make the rules."
[ ] (To Dan) "I'll file a request for dispension - But these things take time."
[ ] (To Dan) "Dan. Please move your vehicle. You're giving the man conniptions."
[ ] Write-in

>>47846500
Did any one else realize that Dan does know Japanese perfectly, he just plays the "dumb American" knowing that we'll cover for him because everyone else will want us to just make the loud gaijin go away?

[x] (To the officer) "-The car stays where it is. I'll approve it. We got called into an emergency, so emergency protocols are in effect."
[x] (To Dan) "Look, I'll get the paperwork together so you can park here. But you owe me for this."

>>47846500
>[ ] (To the officer) "-The car stays where it is. I'll approve it."

>>47846500
>How am I supposed to keep up? Jog alongside?"
Could he?

[X] (To the officer) "-The car stays where it is. I'll approve it."

>>47846500
>[ ] (To the officer) "-The car stays where it is. I'll approve it."
Hooray for bureaucracy ruining things.

>>47846500
>[ ] (To the officer) "-The car stays where it is. I'll approve it."
>[ ] (To Dan) "Look, I'll get the paperwork together so you can park here. But you owe me for this."

(My apologies for the delay; I'm being called away. I'll return as soon as possible.)

>>47846500
>If you 'ever' deploy
Surely that won't happen. We're just here to do some paperwork.

>>47848725
Clearly he was referring to possible event in the future. This was supposed to be our day off.

>>47847319
Yo Kessen, if you can't run anymore let us know OK?

>>47849976

(Yes. My apologies, I'm currently at the office. I don't think I'll be able to return any time soon, due to an emergency.)

>>47850529
Freak demon incurrsion, huh? Stay safe then and try not to get raped.