>>936845
>[] Getting registered as a hero with her sibilings

>>936845
>[] Getting registered as a hero with her sibilings

>>936845
>[]Helping Mom at work
>[] *Borrowing* materials to make more things with

Custody battle! Also, Emily is now the second or third best character in this quest.

>New monstergirl quest

Wooo! I hope we can get a cameo from Lucy and Miranda, to see how their relationship is going.

>>936845
>[] Grounded, being watched by Mimi
>[]Helping Mom at work

>>936845
>[] Getting registered as a hero with her sibilings

>>936845
>[] Getting registered as a hero with her sibilings

>>936845
>[] Trying to bribe Adam with the giant robot

>>936845
>[] Getting registered as a hero with her sibilings

wait... isn't it tuesday? Did the quest schedule change?

>>936894
USNQ got skipped pretty often recently so HM pulled it forward in schedule.

>>936904
ah, I really need to remember to check the twitter for these things, still not used to doing that.

>>936845
>[] Trying to bribe Adam with the giant robot
A very merry unbirthday to you, Adam.

I'm surprised they just don't have a bunch of low ranked hero's clearing the streets whenever she goes outside.

Crowds, I hate crowds. Detest them even. They're always so loud and uncontrollable, like one entity made out of the many. I know they serve a purpose, but still. I just feel...nervous around so many factors I can't predict. Its all too chaotic, it makes it hard for me to think

Because everyone of them has a phone or something else begging for my attention, calling out to me with its processes and transmissions.its giving me a headache, and so is all the noise. I groan, as Mimi shakes my shoulder excitedly gnashing her teeth as a few people dressed in gaudy costumes, with several design flaws fly past us.

Rasputin isn't having fun, and is as quiet as I am, covering his face and hands in a few layers of coats.

While our sister hollers happily

"Look at all of this!" She shouts, stomping on the floor, cracking it and tripping some man wearing a suit wrapped with neon wiring "Its amazing! I didn't know there were this many people out here, so lively and LOUD to"

"Well at least one of you is happy" Mom says, trying to pinch my cheek as I turn away and pout "Come on, don't be like that, I mean your friend is coming to help us out you know, no need to be so grumpy"

"Look at it from her perspective" Rasputin says calmly, glancing at mom with his glowing eyes as a girl hops in and out of the ultra pipes, merging with the electricity running through them "You took away her toys and then stuck her in front of toy shop and told her to wait"

What do I do?
[] Ask if we're done hiding now
[] make mom feel bad
[] try and find some place quite to think
[] Wait Cyra's coming? *get excited*
[] Tinker with some surrounding technology to calm down 1d20+cont
[]Clone myself and wander around to try and find something interesting
[] Explain to Mimi that apparently this place is also a store of somekind
[]...I wish I had my giant robot right now
[] write in

>>936894
missed this twice last week, decided it'd be fair to move it up this cycle

>>936914
Most low levels are scared of her because she's made doomsday devices out of boredom before

>>936922
>[] Ask if we're done hiding now
>[] make mom feel bad
>[] Wait Cyra's coming? *get excited*
>[]Clone myself and wander around to try and find something interesting

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>936922
>[] Wait Cyra's coming? *get excited*
>[]...I wish I had my giant robot right now
>[] Tinker with some surrounding technology to calm down 1d20+cont

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>936922
>[] Tinker with some surrounding technology to calm down 1d20+cont

>>936922
>[]...I wish I had my giant robot right now

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>936922
>[] Ask if we're done hiding now
>[] Tinker with some surrounding technology to calm down 1d20+cont
Make a good old multitool with lockpicks, ability to play games to combat boredom, hacking software, phone and internet and connector cables to take help hack things.

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>936922
>[] Tinker with some surrounding technology to calm down 1d20+cont

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>936922
>[] Ask if we're done hiding now
>[] make mom feel bad
>[] Explain to Mimi that apparently this place is also a store of somekind
>[] Tinker with some surrounding technology to calm down 1d20+cont
They knew this would happen.

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>936922
>[] Tinker with some surrounding technology to calm down 1d20+cont

>>936922
>[] Wait Cyra's coming? *get excited*
>[] Explain to Mimi that apparently this place is also a store of somekind
>[]...I wish I had my giant robot right now

>>936946
And suddenly everyone's phones were also supercomputers.

>>936922
>[] Ask if we're done hiding now
>[]Clone myself and wander around to try and find something interesting
>[]...I wish I had my giant robot right now

>>936946
well then, starting off strong I see

>>936922
>[] Ask if we're done hiding now
>[] Tinker with some surrounding technology to calm down 1d20+cont
If mom keeps taking away our things we're never going to get around to building super suits for the rest of our family.

>>936946
NICE! Good job.

"How much longer is the line?" I ask impatiently, tapping my foot in morse code to try and send a message for help to anyone listening in, or at least get Mom to let me go wait some place else besides this epicenter of chaos

"Well let me, JESUS FUCKING CHRI" Rasputin yells, a few of the lighter tables and screens around us crumpling to pieces from the power of his mind

"LANGUAGE!" Mom huffs, covering Mimi's ears, making our little sister shake her head trying to get her off

"She's said worse" Ras says, all three of his eyes wide open as I peek out and sigh.


Well, judging by how fast the people in front of us are being processed, we're going to be here for a few hours. With no chairs or anywhere to rest. or anything to eat

"Hey" Mimi growls as ras holds her back "I was just going to go look at that statue over there, let go bro!"

"You were going to get lost" He says angrily "or break it, or break it and get lost in the fight that causes"

Mimi puffs her cheeks out, as she tries to whip him with her tentacles, and mumbles "Nooo"

"Thank you ras" Mom sighs, frowning as she sees me, no doubt looking like I'm being tortured "I know this is probably a little stressful, I mean you've never been around this many people and"

"If this is your way of punishing me, I give up" I groan as she frowns a bit deeper

"Hey, just find something to do to pass the time, and it'll be over before you know it" She says ruffling my hair, as I smile wickedly

Hmm well now that I have permission
-
20+3= 23= success+crit
-

Well lets see, first off, change the constant add asking for people to sign up for golden guard try outs, its only giving people false hopes, and the hybrid's voice sound far too much like Mimi's, its creeping me out. Secondly....music, a few phones near the end of their days won't be missed, and if they're being used to drown out all this noise.

I smile, placing my hands on the metal head phones over my ears, finishing the wiring by hand as I crank the volume up to cut off most of the crowd's ruckus
-
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=02DQ1CHzFNg
-

And now that that problem is solved, I can move onto working on the other ones. Like these phones and tablets...so easily traced and loud. But if I optimize this and lower the frequencies a bit like soooo. THERE nearly undetectable and much quieter.

Lights are too bright as well. Dimming them would lower stress levels, and might put mimi to sleep

well not I have to check and see if it will...and its a little too stuffy in here...lowering the ac's could be a challenge.
-

Cyra walks up to us, her armor making a hollow tapping on the tiled floor.

Mimi is tapping her fingers along to the music I'm playing for her

"Did you have to do all of that?" Rasputin asks

"Eh?" Mimi grunts, turning to him "What did she do?"

"D...did you" Cyra says chuckling "really do what it looks like you did? I gotta say, this place is a lot nicer with your personal touches"

"She also covered her ears" Mom grumbles

cont

>>937007
"Her only weakness" Mimi cackles as she Crushes the simple game I made for her to keep her from causing trouble, or distract her from anything that could trigger her hunting instincts

"I'm very patient" Mom says, glaring at the side of my head

"Also nice to see you cyra' I say dully as she walks up to me

"thanks" She says happily "And I'm sorry you had to get dragged out to do this ras"

My brother grumbles, as a bell rings

"The uh.... family of four" the dead sounding man calls "I can't do you all at once soooooo, who wants to go first"

"Oh we're here already?" I ask cheerfully as mom shakes her head and smiles

What do I do?
[] go first
[] let my sibilings go before me
[] Offer to get mom a cold drink
[] ask cyra if there's a test
[] chat with cyra and a newbie hero
[] write in

>>937025
>[] let my sibilings go before me
>[] Offer to get mom a cold drink
>[] ask cyra if there's a test

>>937025
>[] let my sibilings go before me
>[] Offer to get mom a cold drink
>[] ask cyra if there's a test

>>937025
>[] let my sibilings go before me
>[] Offer to get mom a cold drink
>[] ask cyra if there's a test
>[] chat with cyra and a newbie hero

>>937025
>[] let my sibilings go before me
>[] Offer to get mom a cold drink
>[] ask cyra if there's a test

>>937025
>[] let my sibilings go before me
>[] ask cyra if there's a test
>[] chat with cyra and a newbie hero

>>937025
>[] let my sibilings go before me
>[] chat with cyra and a newbie hero
Hey background character, today's your lucky day!

>>937025
>[] let my sibilings go before me
>[] Offer to get mom a cold drink
>[] ask cyra if there's a test
>[] chat with cyra and a newbie hero

Rasputin looks over at mimi, who's badly singing along with the song....I think its the theme of her favorite wrestler, I'm not sure since I don't really pay attention to those shows. But its fun to be able to turn my mind off once in a while, and just watch something without any thinking.

My brother's eyes turn to me and he sighs, having no doubt read my mind.

"I'll go first!" He shouts happily as the man behind the desk nods tiredly...I think a machine would be more productive than he is, and it'd probably be good for him "Uh, just give me a second to get this damn thing on right"

"Good luck!" Mom shouts, her cheeks turning a little red

"Want me to get you a cold glass of water? Soda?" I ask happily as I deconstruct my headphones into their base components

"No" Mom says happily "No, I just...its just so exciting isn't it, sweeite"

"Yeah I suppose it is" I say shrugging "but you haven't had anything to drink in a few hours"

"I can wait, not missing my babies big day" She says crossing her arms as Cyra looks down at me from the air and lands next to me

"I guess I shouldn't have excpected you to be nervous" She says teasingly, pushing her elbow into my stomach

"Why would I be, is there a test?" I ask tilting my head, grinning a little excitedly

"Uh, well there is, but I doubt any of you will have to go through it, since you're already kind of established" She says frowning in confusion "I mean they might but...why are you so excited about it"

"You know me" I chuckle "I like a challenge"

"Yeah, but it really isn't challenging" She says bluntly as the boy behind us groans

"What?" He sighs, rubbing his eyes "there's a test? No one told me about that, that's bullshit, why does there need to be a test to be a hero"

"Quality control?" I ask calmly as he freaks out "I mean it seems fair to me"

"Yeah, its mostly just to see how prepared you are to be a hero" Cyra says happily

"I know, I just...really don't like tests" he groans "I mean I can blow things up with a flick of my wrist, why do I have to take a test to be official"

"Oh its also a physical test" Cyra says happily as I feel my stomach go cold "just to make sure its safe to let you go out and fight crime, but, I'm sure you three don't have to worry about it"

"I hope so" I say nodding as the boy frowns under his cresent moon shaped piece of metal mask

"And what makes he so special?" He asks "She just looks like an elf cosplayer to me"

"Yes" the man behind the counter says flatly, his eyes glowing purple "I will enter you in the registry without a physical"

"Good man" Rasputin says happily as the screen hanging above us lights up with the words

*ONYX MAGICIAN" a mechanical voice screams
cont

>>937124

What do I do?
[] go before Mimi
[]give my sister some pointers for the test
[]"RAS!" *Chew out ras with mom*
[]Explain to the boy who I am
[] let cyra do it
[] show of my powers
[] ask if he's stressed out from all the noise, and offer to help him
[] Calmly point out his major flaws 1d20+int
[] Bluntly say I'm one of three surviving chimeras, and that's why I'm special
[] write in

>>937129
>[]give my sister some pointers for the test
>[]"RAS!" *Chew out ras with mom*

>>937129
>>[]give my sister some pointers for the test

>>937129
>[] go before Mimi

>>937129
>[]give my sister some pointers for the test
>[]"RAS!" *Chew out ras with mom*
>[] let cyra do it
>[] show of my powers
>[] ask if he's stressed out from all the noise, and offer to help him

>>937129
>[]give my sister some pointers for the test

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>937129
>[]give my sister some pointers for the test
>[] let cyra do it
>[] Calmly point out his major flaws 1d20+int
Well, back to the shadows with thee.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>937129
>[] Calmly point out his major flaws 1d20+int
>[]give my sister some pointers for the test

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>937129
>[] Calmly point out his major flaws 1d20+int

I back away from my brother as Mom's expression turns cold and angry, almost furious.

"Oh shit" He says, realizing she saw his little cheat, and no doubt feeling her anger "hey I need to go help adam with something, so sorry but I've got to go before we're all done here and"

"Rasputin crowley!" Mom shouts angrily "don't even think about trying to run from me! I was on the track team when I was younger, you can't get away from me! stop trying to levitate away while I'm talking to you"

"Oh you don't know?" Cyra says smugly, her mask opening up as sparks flow down her in cascades "She's actually kind of scary, if you left her alone in a cell with just lightbulb, she'd be out and fully armed, even if you put a nullifier on her"

"....What?" the boy says blankly "That sounds a little...exaggerated"

"It isn't" Cyra laughs "You know how blackguard got exposed for all that nasty stuff two weeks ago"

"No" the boys says, sounding scared as I shake Mimi's arm, and point at the counter

"Can you go next?" She groans

"Well, I could" I say happily "but you seem more excited about it than I am"

"And you'd be right" She says, grinning, showing off her fangs as she cheerfully walks off "Also, make me another one of those games later okay?"

I nod, and follow her up, grabbing her by her shoulder

"Also, try to answer the questions they give you like....a hero" I say, pausing as she frowns and begins to open her mouth "Just don't let your instincts cloud your judgement, alright"

She smiles and nods

"Yeah, that should be easy" She says smugly as Cyra laughs

"Yep, me and her are good friends to" She says a bit smugly "She made me this armor you know, she's a real genius"

roll 1d20+control

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>937262

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>937262

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>937262

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>937262

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>937262

19+3=22= success
-
I feel a zap at the back of my neck, as I sense something electronic coming closer to me. I space out as Cyra keeps bragging about me. It's much stronger than anything in this building. nothing civilian at least, can't be with that power behind it. I can feel its force from here....could be a large collection of engines. But there's also something else, a weak, basic ai. A quick job made to just keep things automated. No true intelligence.

"No idea how she can make a giant robot like she's dooding but...its really impressive' Cyra says happily as I come back to

"Yeah" Mimi says proudly "think I'm under equipped now, little man?"

"No" the man squeaks, sounding terrified as Mimi slams his desk back down in front of him

"Good, I'll take the test now, clean yourself up" She laughs a ground shaking laugh

"WILD CHILD!" the screen above me yells

What do I do?
[] register and take the test
[] Ask cyra why she's acting like mom right now
[] Apologize on my sisters behalf
[] Scare the poor boy
[] investigate the anomaly I've just felt
[] write in

>>937342
>[] register and take the test
>[] Ask cyra why she's acting like mom right now
>[] Scare the poor boy

>>937315
Pretty late there bud.
>>937342
>[] investigate the anomaly I've just felt
Hello there provider of genes.

>>937342
>[] register and take the test
>[] Ask cyra why she's acting like mom right now

>>937342
>[] register and take the test
>[] Ask cyra why she's acting like mom right now
>[] Scare the poor boy

>>937342
>[] register and take the test
>[] Ask cyra why she's acting like mom right now

>>937342
>[] register and take the test
>[] Ask cyra why she's acting like mom right now

>>937342
>[] register and take the test
>[] Ask cyra why she's acting like mom right now
>[] Apologize on my sisters behalf
>[] investigate the anomaly I've just felt
we have clones for a reason.

>>937342
>[] register and take the test
>[] Ask cyra why she's acting like mom right now
>[] Apologize on my sisters behalf
Nice meeting you moon man.

>>937380
>[] investigate the anomaly I've just felt
Adding. This is just seeing what that ai was looking for, right?

"Why are you acting like my mom right now?"I ask flatly, smirking as Cyra blushes and bites her lip, looking awkward as her one man audience laughs

"Well...I" She says, stumbling over her words "I, I mean I..Its sort of like...can't I be a little proud of you? I've helped you adapt to society right? Besides I'm a nerd Eve, when I see something cool I have to talk about it"

"Well can you try to not act so much like her, especially around me? its really disturbing" I say frowning as she smirks and cackles

"I dunno" She says shrugging "that just makes it sound funner"

I frown a bit deeper and turn around as the man at the counter tries to wring his thoroughly smashed bell

"N..next" He stutters, looking much more awake as I walk up to him smiling.

He hides behind his clipboard

"Ah...you" He says nodding, peeking out from behind it "Well, I'm guessing you don't want to be called whistleblower, like the news have been calling you?"

He winces as I raise my hand to my chin
-

Choose hero name
[] Machine spirit
[] Whistleblower
[] Living Machine
[]Child of Code
[]Chimera
[]Legion of Eve
[] write in

>>937412
>[] Machine spirit

>>937412
>[] Machine spirit

>>937412
>Omnissiah

or

>[] Machine spirit

>>937412
>write in
Circuit?

>>937412
>[] Machine spirit
Hahaha.

>>937412
>[] Machine spirit

>>937412
>[] Machine spirit

>>937412
>[] Machine spirit

"Yeah, that's kind of stupid sounding" I say bluntly, smirking as I lean against the cracked counter as Cyra tries to get my attention, sounding a little embarrassed, as her armor clanks on the cold tiles under her feet "and doesn't really work at all"

"Yeah, people are dumb like that" He says flatly "Glad you aren't abusing your powers like your siblings, just need to type this into the machine, and you can move on, though I doubt the obstacle course will be any problem, since its all machines"

"My brother isn't always like that" I say sadly as Cyra sighs behind me "and my sister...kind of is"

"Oh don't worry, I'm used to it" He laughs, as he hits a big red button on his desk "this is the funnest part"

"MACHINE SPIRIT!" the screen hanging above us yells

"Now" he says calmly "You're actually all ready to go, besides the power test, as you've proven to have a good head on your shoulders and...well if you can build a mecha alone, you don't need to take that damn written test"

"Hey Eve?" Cyra asks behind me

I wince, as the Ai's suddenly change their programing as their power sources get a little deeper and stronger

What do I say?
[] Well, lightning queen helped me with it, isn't that right
[] Yes cyra
[] Well I'm taking it anyway
[]...No trust me, I don't think like you do, I need to take that test just to be sure
[]Power test?
[] Oh well...*demonstrate one of my powers, and how*
[] Sorry you have to work like this
[]Er...can I put that on hold? need to investigate something really quick
[] write in

>>937481
>[] Well, lightning queen helped me with it, isn't that right
>[] Yes cyra
>[] Well I'm taking it anyway
>[]Power test?
>[] Sorry you have to work like this
>[]Er...can I put that on hold? need to investigate something really quick
>>[] Oh well...*demonstrate one of my powers, and how*
Make a clone to find out what that AI is doing.

>>937481
>[] Well, lightning queen helped me with it, isn't that right
>[] Yes cyra
>[] Sorry you have to work like this
>[]Er...can I put that on hold? need to investigate something really quick

>>937490
yeah this is good.

>>937481
>[] Well, lightning queen helped me with it, isn't that right
>[] Yes cyra
>[] Well I'm taking it anyway
>[]Power test?
>[] Sorry you have to work like this
>[]Er...can I put that on hold? need to investigate something really quick
>>[] Oh well...*demonstrate one of my powers, and how*

>>937481
>[] Well, lightning queen helped me with it, isn't that right
>[] Yes cyra

>>937481
>[] Well, lightning queen helped me with it, isn't that
>[] Oh well...*Make a clone*
>[]Er...can I put that on hold? need to investigate something really quick

"Well lightning Queen helped me with it" I say happily, smiling as the man nods, like he's making mental notes or faking interest "Isn't that right?"

Cyra crosses her arms, looking annoyed as she looks at me expectantly as the man in front of me continues to flip through his papers, making a few notes here and there. He looks up at me, and motions to the plain doors to his right, made out of the thick metal, covered in various burns and other kinds of damage"

"Oh sorry" I say meekly "What do you want Cyra"

"I was trying to ask if you'd want to make a team with me" She says sadly, pouting as she closes her mask back up "Since We're a pretty good team and all that. Besides, its a little lonely fighting crime by myself"

"Super group registration is in the back" the man says dully "But she needs to finish up hers to actively join one and"

"Can I put that on hold" I say quickly as the power signatures and Ai come a lot closer, very fast "I need to investigate something really quick!"

I split off from myself, stopping and looking back as my main body walks into the testing room, waving goodbye to cyra, myself and the clerk.

I smile weakly and bow my head

"Sorry you have to work like this" I say quickly, seeing him smile, before I run off

"HEY!" Cyra shouts, flying besides me "if its some kind of trouble can I come along for the ride?"

What do I do?
[] bring cyra with me
[] get into my costume
[] ask her to fly me to a vantage point
[] try to connect to the ai network 1d20+control
[] tell her no, and try to be sneaky
[] Ask her about the team thing
[] write in

>>937562
>[] bring cyra with me
>[] get into my costume

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>937562
>[] bring cyra with me
>[] get into my costume
>[] try to connect to the ai network 1d20+control
>[] Ask her about the team thing

>>937562
>What do I do?
>[] bring cyra with me
>[] get into my costume
>[] ask her to fly me to a vantage point

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>937562
>[] bring cyra with me
>[] get into my costume
>[] try to connect to the ai network 1d20+control

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>937562
>[] try to connect to the ai network 1d20+control
>[] bring cyra with me
>[] get into my costume

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>937562
>[] get into my costume
>[] ask her to fly me to a vantage point
>[] try to connect to the ai network 1d20+control

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>937562
>[] get into my costume
>[] ask her to fly me to a vantage point
>[] try to connect to the ai network 1d20+control
>[] Ask her about the team thing

>>937586
re-roll?

>>937598
sure i guess

>>937598
i guess

>>937598
nah

>>937608
>>937601

[] roll 1 1d20

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>937629
alright

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>937629

"Well, of course" I say happily as I pull my costume's inactive disk from my coat pocket and slam it into my chest, feeling its semi organic wires run over me, linking together to form my costume, my mask slowly dripping down over my face. It turns on as I run out of the rotating glass doors.

"Alright, so what are we fighting today?" She asks, running through them before they close, cracking her knuckles dramatically

"Don't know if we're fighting anything yet" I say calmly, looking down the streets for the source of this....feeling "also do you think you could get me to a vantage POOOOOOOOOINT!!?"

I scream as she lifts me off the ground, carrying me through the air at blinding speeds, electricity running off of her as the world goes silent, and I have trouble finding my breath and breathing in that moment. Then the shearing sound of rushing wind comes back as she sets me down on a rooftop.

I lay on my back for a few seconds, blinking and licking my dry lips, waiting for my stomach to catch back up with me.

"Was I too rough?" She asks, leaning over me.

I sit up and nod, brushing some gravel out of my hair.

"Hehe, forgot not everyone is built for super speed" She says happily as I get back up on my feet, and stumble to the ledge "hey, be careful!"

She catches me by my coat as I lean off the building.
-
12+3=15= minor success
-
Hmm. these codes are all the same. obviously a mass produced model of an army. But there's something else there...a massive fluctuation. Like all the tech is constantly changing.

And its just a few blocks down

what do I do?
[] see what it is
[] ask cyra to check it out
[] focus harder 1d20+cont
[] figure out what it is 1d20+int
[] Confront what ever it is
[]Get some more back up
[] get out my laser rifle or plasma thrower
[] try and control the power fluctuations 1d20+cont
[] write in

So interested in hearing me ramble at the end of this thread or no?

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>937696
>[] try and control the power fluctuations 1d20+cont

rambling is good.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>937696
>[] figure out what it is 1d20+int

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>937696
>[] figure out what it is 1d20+int

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>937696
>[] figure out what it is 1d20+int

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>937696
>[] focus harder 1d20+cont

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>937696
>[] figure out what it is 1d20+int

>>937731
Well that just happened

>>937731
guess we have no clue then.

>>937696
>ask cyra to check it out
she has a radio right?

>>937731
9 int is good enough. Maybe. Probably. Well, it's almost a 10 anyways.

>>937756
eh, the crit fail means the stat doesn't matter I thought? or is it different for this quest?

1+8= 9= failure+ crit fail.
-

I wince, as I get pulled back from the edge. Cyra holds onto me for a second as I clutch my head, hearing and feeling a wave of bone shacking static and more than a few nonsense ciphers and codes being broadcast in at least five different tech lingos!

"So, any idea what it is you're looking for...guessing it has something to do with all the marching up the way?" She says, leaning against the wall I'm sitting again.

I shake my head, and nod, trying to make sense of the chaotic world I see in front of me. Everything is getting changed, all the wiring, the lighting, even the subway tunnels. Power is switching on, blacking out and even reversing.

And the code...this code is...its nothing. It shouldn't work. it isn't anything! its just the words "find her" repeated over and over and over and over and over and over and

"Uh, Eve, if you making a army of robots to find this thing, could you make them a little less I don't know" Crya sounding a little nervous, with a thunderous echo to her voice "Evil?!"

What I do?
[] Say I'm not making robots
[] ask and see what she's talking about
[] have a slight mental break down
[] tell her to zap them 1d100
[] Blow them up in a rage for having such dumb coding 1d100
[] Look at the army of machines, and decide its someone elses problem
[] write in

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>937812
>[] Say I'm not making robots
>[] have a slight mental break down
>[] tell her to zap them 1d100

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>937812
>[] Say I'm not making robots
>[] ask and see what she's talking about
>[] have a slight mental break down
>[] Blow them up in a rage for having such dumb coding 1d100

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>937812
>[] Say I'm not making robots
>[] Blow them up in a rage for having such dumb coding 1d100

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>937812
>[] Say I'm not making robots
>[] ask and see what she's talking about
>[] tell her to zap them 1d100

>>937842
Changing to this
>[] Blow them up in a rage for having such dumb coding 1d100

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>937812
>[] Say I'm not making robots
>[] ask and see what she's talking about
>[] have a slight mental break down
>[] Blow them up in a rage for having such dumb coding 1d100

"ROBOTS!?" I scream angrily, as Cyra's armor closes over her again and she steps away from me, the inbuilt radio crackling to life as I stand up, growling angrily both in this body, and my main one. turns out its very hard to describe and show off your powers when you're consumed by rage!

"I AM NOT MAKING ROBOTS!" I hisses, my voice crackling like static, or a broken computer, clicking noises and buzzing filling my voice as Cyra backs away from me as I step up onto the the edge of the building, and reach into my chest, cackling.

Good thing I put all my weapons into this body, oh these things are going to pay for confusing and disrupting my thoughts so much.

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT" I roar as i see the machines marching down the street, with jagged metal armor covering them, charred black, and wire nets in all their right hands and shock prods replacing their left "I DON'T MAKE ROBOTS LIKE THAT, THEY LOOK DUMB, JUST LIKE THEIR DUMB COOOOOODING"

"Eve please calm down, you're scaring me" Cyra whimpers as I form my plasma launcher in my hands, putting it back together

"Target sighted" all the robots say in unison, turning to me "activating day care protocols"

"Eh?" I say flatly as I pull the trigger, a ball of plasma forming at the end of the red painted launcher

"Subject misbehaving, activating calming protocols" they say as I tilt my head in confusoion, who would program something like that to

I yelp as a net falls ontop of me, and I start to get dragged off the building.

the ball of plasma flies, crackling with red light as it slams into the street, making a small crater, blowing up a few of the cheap androids

What do I do?
[] try to fire again 1d100
[] MORE CLONES 1d20+control
[] Absorb the electricity they try to subdue me with
[] Assimilate one of them 1d20+cont
[] Cyra help! 1d100
[] Phase out and blast them 1d100
[] Make them attack eachother 1d100
[] write in

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>937933
>[] Absorb the electricity they try to subdue me with
>[] Phase out and blast them 1d100

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>937933
>[] MORE CLONES 1d20+control
>[] Absorb the electricity they try to subdue me with
>[]Mom told me about stranger danger!

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>937933
>[] Absorb the electricity they try to subdue me with
>[] Phase out and blast them 1d100

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>937933
>[] Cyra help! 1d100

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>937933
>[] MORE CLONES 1d20+control
>[] Absorb the electricity they try to subdue me with

You have an army? Bitch I AM an army!

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>937933
>[] Absorb the electricity they try to subdue me with
>[] Phase out and blast them 1d100

>>937933
>[] write in
meanwhile back with our clone taking the test
(qm's words here)
now back to Eve and her dumb robot problem.

>>937956
...

>>937969
caught up has the most wonderful luck, doesn't he?

>>937972
yup... well, I suppose it's more... "fitting" luck, eve struggling against emily's creations makes some sense afterall.

>>937972
yeah but from the looks of things people are using more d100 dice then d20... unless crits carry over regardless of what dice we're using.

>>937972
>>937977

Oh my god, my luck is directly tied to what would be a better story? I am surprisingly ok with this.

>>937984
they carry over, though to a lesser degree i think, plus d20 fails aren't too big a deal.

"Hold on machine, I'm coming to!" Cyra shouts as she leaps off the building, wings of lightning growing out of her back as the one eyed robots standing over me all turn to watch her, raising up their nets calmly.

And as one they state "Bad influence detected" in a cold mechanical tone as I sigh, hearing my friend yelp as she gets wrapped up in a mass of nets and gets gently pulled to the ground, all tangled up in rubber wires.

"...A..a little help eve" She chuckles nervously as the machines turn back to me and try to smile as much as things with cameras can smile

I sigh, and close my eyes, as they raise up those crude cattle prods, and I smile.

Oh that's clever, well designed but made to look like junk. real clever.

I freeze up, my thoughts stopping as I feel electricity coursing through my veins for a split second before I bring it into myself and absorb it.

I step out of the net, phasing, my body turning to data before I reform a second later, and with a twitch, pull the trigger of my plasma launcher and take out another handful of robots, along with the street.

I smile happily until

A voice that sounds like mine but more...emotional shouts

"Resistance higher than expected, activate red mode"

I pause as the robots shudder and turn to me, their single eyes turning bright red

"Capturing" they repeat, sparking as their arms break apart and saws appear

"NO" the voice like mine shouts "BAD ROBOTS BAD"

What do I do?
[]phase1d20+cont
[] mass cloneage 1d20+cont
[] Keep blasting them
[] help free Cyra, with a clone 1d20+int
[] Return this clone back to my main body
[] Tell her she needs to program these better!
[]....wait a minute
[] write in

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>938056
>[] help free Cyra, with a clone 1d20+int

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>938056
>[] help free Cyra, with a clone 1d20+int
>[] Keep blasting them
>[] Tell her she needs to program these better!
>[]....wait a minute

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>938056
>[] help free Cyra, with a clone 1d20+int

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>938056
>[] Keep blasting them
>[] help free Cyra, with a clone 1d20+int
>[] Tell her she needs to program these better!
>[]....wait a minute

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>938056
>[] help free Cyra, with a clone 1d20+int
>[] Tell her she needs to program these better!
>[]....wait a minute

I Snap my fingers as the robots go a bit berserk, their shoddy coding breaking down as their orders don't match up with their rather violent, naturally made sub routines, which they seemed to have replaced most of their non violent tasks with, since they have the hard drive space of some kind of vegetable! However, thankfully, that also means their movements are janky and stiff, and predictable.

And my costume stops any of the damage they would cause me with those nasty looking sawblades. The Blackguard may be imbecils, but they make some wonderful things, like my family.

I chuckle as I snap my fingers, and split into two, and run away from myself, the robots surrounding me ignoring my other body as I rush off to help Cyra, as a few robots surround her.

I grab the net as my other body takes a deep breath.

"NO NO NO STOP IT, CEASE CODE OO6!" the voice hisses "I know you don't have any real hardware, but listen to me, and stop it!"

"YOU NEED TO PROGRAM THEM BETTER!" I shout back.

All the robots turn to look at the me in my costume as I pull the net out of the crook's of Cyra's armor.

"Well, its hard writing code in metal that can't really retain it" the voice says flatly and

...Yeah that sounds exactly like me which is rather...wait a minute.

MISS SPARKS

what do I do?
[] Grab cyra and run
[] "Genetic mother"
[] "NO WAY YOU GAVE ME MOST OF MY DNA"
[] ".....Wait,you wrote an ai, without any kind of memory storage?"
[]"AMAZING"
[] Blast a few more robots 1d100
[] clone rush them 1d100
[] Absorb cyra and fly away 1d20+ her agility
[] write in

>>938141
>[] "Genetic mother"
>[] "NO WAY YOU GAVE ME MOST OF MY DNA"
>[]"AMAZING"

>>938141
>[] "Genetic mother"
>[] "NO WAY YOU GAVE ME MOST OF MY DNA"
>[] ".....Wait,you wrote an ai, without any kind of memory storage?"

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>938141
>[] "Genetic mother"
>[] "NO WAY YOU GAVE ME MOST OF MY DNA"

>[]"AMAZING"
>[] Absorb cyra and fly away 1d20+ her agility

Even if we have the same powers as her (for the most part anyway), she has way more experience with them and is kind of insane to boot. Not a great combination.

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>938141
>[] "Genetic mother"
>[] Absorb cyra and fly away 1d20+ her agility

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>938141
>[] "Genetic mother"
>[] ".....Wait,you wrote an ai, without any kind of memory storage?"
>[]"AMAZING"
>[] Absorb cyra and fly away 1d20+ her agility

>>938141
>[] "Genetic mother"
>[] "NO WAY YOU GAVE ME MOST OF MY DNA"
>[] ".....Wait,you wrote an ai, without any kind of memory storage?"
>[]"AMAZING"

>>938186
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4sFXYb3w-uo

>>938186
This worked pretty well. Gotta keep her wanting more.

"Genetic mother?" I mummer in all three of my bodies, turning my hero id around in my hands, as Mimi and Rasputin look at me strangely

"MISS SPARKS?!" Cyra shouts, sounding like she's somewhere between afraid and excited "that's...really bad actually!"

I freeze up as she laughs, and chuckles happily like a little girl as her robots bend and buckle, as she forces their tech and machinery to rearrange itself.

"SOOooooo you do remember meeeee" she shrieks happily "Sorry I forgot bout you, buuut I can make up for it once I stop these damn rebels!"

My eye twitches on all three of my bodies as I merge my two here back into one me.

"Eve don't" Cyra says calmly "She's very....bipolar, don't yell at her or"

"NO WAY YOU GAVE ME MOST OF MY DNA" I shout angrily, turning to her as she floats down on a spinning disk, wearing black goggles over her eyes and a torn labcoat, she frowns as I process what's going on "Wait, you wrote an ai, without any kind of memory storage"

She smiles smugly as Cyra gasps, turning a bit pale.

"Yeah, pretty cool huh" She says happily and smugly "I can teach you after we destroy them for being...like this"

"AMAZING" I shout happily, my genetic mother standing there, her neon yellow hair flowing in the wind as she tilts her head and leaps off the platform

"CATCH MASTER" the robots shouts, as I grab cyra by the edges of her helmet

"hold your breath!" I shout as I Shove her head into my chest, hearing her yelp through her radio

"Eve, this...doesn't feel as weird as the first time" She says a little angrily, but meekly as she falls into my body, my flesh wrapping around her as she merges with it and becomes part of me "But...please stop just shoving me into yourself with no warning"

"I'll think about it" I say, shaking my head as I feel her freckles burn into my face, and flex her armor.

its merged with my costume, giving me and odd look. Like a knight wearing a duster, painted red...deep red.

I leap into the air, zooming around as I hear missiles firing, and feel their targeting sensors, seeing them falling on me as I
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20+10=30
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easily dodge them, as with cyra's super speed they look like they're moving as slow as an old computer.

I chuckle as Cyra cheers in my head, laughing happily as I float through the rockets and swerve around the explosions they make as they slam into buildings. I twirl through glass, blasting it away with my coat and the armor's "wings' Dust and fine glass flowing around me like water.

"SOOOO COOOL!" She yells "How come you're better at flying than I am?"

I smile as I see My genetic mother sitting on the robots frowning, with crossed legs

"Hey, let go of my daughter" She says shaking my fist "get out of her you hussy"

"Wh..a?" I say tilting my head

"Eh?" Cyra says, sounding confused "Uh, yeah she's a little crazy and we should probably get out of here, before it turns from just awkward to life threatening, for both of us!"
cont

>>938266

What do I do?
[] get to my family, de assimilate, and find some place to hide/reinforce
[] lead the robots out of the city somewhere
[] tease Cyra, and asks if she's embarrassed
[]tell her I copied her flight routines and improved them while I let her sleep inside of me to avoid that exam
[] write in

Also this is probably the last update, cause I'm tired
and I'll probaby save that monster girl stuff for young demon
unless you just want me to dump what I have for it

cause I need sleep, no idea why I got so tired though.

Sorry for cutting this short

>>938272
>[]tell her I copied her flight routines and improved them while I let her sleep inside of me to avoid that exam

>>938272
>[]tell her I copied her flight routines and improved them while I let her sleep inside of me to avoid that exam

>>938272
>[] tease Cyra, and asks if she's embarrassed
>[]tell her I copied her flight routines and improved them while I let her sleep inside of me to avoid that exam


Oh well, I'll just have to stay in anticipation till Friday.

>>938272
>[] tease Cyra, and asks if she's embarrassed
>[]tell her I copied her flight routines and improved them while I let her sleep inside of me to avoid that exam

>>938272
>[] get to my family, de assimilate, and find some place to hide/reinforce
>[] lead the robots out of the city somewhere

I hate waiting, but I'd rather you not risk falling asleep on the keyboard and not post anything for hours.

Oh of course, and to answer your earlier question of how I got so much better at flying than yourself...well remember when I let you sleep inside of me to avoid that exam.

"Yes?" Cyra says slowly, sounding apprehensive as I see her mental avatar slowly frown "Eve you didn't...you didn't do what I'm thinking right?

Of course not, I didn't steal your ability I pirated it, I just copied your flight routines and impoved upon them while you explored my mind

"EVE"

What? I turn my head, and turn up, avoid a few of the homing rockets, diving through the ones as they curve up to meet me, making them slam into the slower ones, detonating eachother

"YOU CAN'T DO THAT, YOU TOOK PART OF ME AND"

No, I copied it

"That doesn't really matter"

But I didn't hurt you, no part of you was harmed. why are you getting so upset? I just did what I always did, improve what I saw

"Its...its creepy eve, you took a bit of my mind, copied it, and put it in yourself"

Yeah I did...is that wrong? it was just data, I do this all the time

"Yes it...its hard to explain eve just...you can't do that to people, okay"

Sounding like mom again

"Well we're both trying to keep you out of trouble and help you eve"

I know, but I just...how is this wrong? it isn't any different from reading a book or

"Because its a person, and your friend"

Sorry?

"No, you didn't mean to do anything bad its just...why didn't you ask me"

You were asleep, and I was impatient, and Mimi didn't complain when I did it to get a deeper understanding of her instincts and better ways to keep her comfortable and under some kind of control.

"What am I going to do with you eve" She chuckles as I smile

So you aren't mad at me

'I am, its just...hard staying mad at you, especially when I see how you see the world from here, oh, more rockets, and just don't pirate anymore of my brain...without asking okay?"

Alright, I'll be sure to ask...thanks for not getting mad

"Don't mention it, I've given up on worrying about weird shit like this...just remember what I said eve"

I nod, and step off a rocket, leaping into the air and flying to avoid them, cackling as I fly away, being chased by a swarm of better programmed and designed missiles

Finally a challenge

"How exciting"


>>938323
I can keep running, but it usually means typos and loss of quality in my opinion. And as you said, me passing out on the keyboard. Since I fell asleep while wating to run just last week

sorry

we'll end here
I've archived
and will go to bed

>>938372
Thanks for running and sleep well Headmaster.

>>938372
Great thread as always HM, thanks for running. Eve a cute, and crazy chicks are the best.

Also, random idea for a Fresh Soul Reaper thread that's not plot-centric:

Next time Kimi get's plastered with her friends, we need to steal Old Man Genocides shoes.

>>938372
Night HM, Thanks for running

>>938402
that seems suicidal

>>938409
it was a running gag in shinigami savant quest, mc stole said shoes while homeless in the rukongai iirc, then later as a captain made it a sort of initiation ritual for her squad.

i recommend slipping cat ears onto yoruichi instead.

>>938409
Maybe, but the last person who did it made Lieutenant pretty damn quick. And if we survive, it will be the greatest feat of drunken shenanigans to ever occur within all of Soul Society.

I'm going through Shinigami Savant, and that part was the funniest shit ever.

>>938429
Why not dog ears

>>938436
Kimi the drunkard

>>938634
dog ears are for kimi, probably something yoru would do to kimi actually...