Every week, something goes wrong.

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>>1503477
>Call the police.
Trespassers get out

>>1503477
>If you don’t move, she can’t see you. That’s how it works, right?
NANI?

>>1503477
>If you don’t move, she can’t see you. That’s how it works, right?

Vomiting words

>>1503477
>>If you don’t move, she can’t see you. That’s how it works, right?

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If you don’t move, she can’t see you. That’s how it works, right?

So, you stay still. The perfect ratio is lost forever as the angled spoon slowly empties itself, milk lightly splashing and ruining your masterful tactic momentarily.

“I, um... er... I’m not sure how to say this?”

Don’t blink. That’s hard. Your eyes already feel like sinking back into their sockets without your help.

“...Katsuya?” Kururi steps closer. “Are you... are you okay?”

“I’m calling the police,” you reply.

Your home is compromised—it’s about as safe as living on the sidewalk with only the thin pages of yesterday’s newspaper separating you from the cold, cold world.

“No, no! Please!” she puts her hands in front of her, “I need your help.”

Baffled, you look at her, and then around your apartment. “What about the front door? I have one, you know that!?”

“I didn’t want anyone to see me coming to you...” Kururi says, “And... and I don’t know anyone else I can go to. I—I messed up, and I don’t even know where to begin—“

“Stop,” you put your hand up. “Do you know what time it is?”

“S-sorry, I know it’s late—”

“I don’t have time or energy for this,” you instantly shut her down.

She recoils.
>”Tell me who you want me to beat up already.”
>”Save it for the morning.”
>”I can’t do anything even if I wanted to.”
>”Talk to Rin.”
>Write-in.

>>1503597
>>”Tell me who you want me to beat up already.”

>>1503597
>"Tell me who you want me to beat up already."

>>1503597
>Why do you always get in suspicious situations Kururi?

>>1503597
>Write-in.
"First off: Sit. Calm down. Have some cereal. I'll get you a towel."

Scribbling

>>1503477
Just caught up from the archives.
You're a really cool dude, OP, and your characters are real cute.

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You blink, and then notice that pain and tiredness isn’t doing wonders for you right now.

“First off: Sit. Calm down. Have some cereal. I'll get you a towel,” you say, getting up.

“I... I really shouldn’t stay for long.”

After a moment, you reemerge with a beautifully dry white piece of fluffy fabric that happens to be good that absorbing liquids, and you hand it to Kururi, who’s still standing at the balcony door.

You say, “Aren’t you going to step in?” You peak behind her, finding that she’s using a small barrier as an umbrella.

Hesitantly, she complies, lightly patting herself with the towel. Kururi starts to sit down, and then stops herself before she turns a chair unpleasantly wet.

“Why do you always get in suspicious situations, Kururi?“ You’re light-headed. You’re dreaming right now, right? “Tell me who you want me to beat up already."

“That’s not...!” she starts, and then stops herself. “That isn’t why I came here...”

“Lightly rough someone up?”

“...Convince someone to leave me alone. Just, convince.”

“By beating them up.”

“...”
>The police are better for things like this.
>Kururi seems like a good person. You can trust her, right?
>Stay skeptical. Don’t commit to anything.
>Write-in.

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>>1503671
Thanks anon, happy to have you here

>>1503682
>Stay skeptical. Don't commit to anything.

>>1503682
>Stay skeptical. Don’t commit to anything.

>>1503682
>The police are better for things like this.

>>1503682
>Stay skeptical. Don’t commit to anything.
"I'm not promising I'll help you. I don't know if I even can help you. But whatever you've got to say, I'm listening."

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You cross your arms. “I'm not promising I'll help you. I don't know if I even can help you. But whatever you've got to say, I'm listening.”

Kururi stares outside to the balcony. “I know we don’t really know each other, but... I don’t know who else to go to.” The rain is growing louder. “I like it here,” she says, “The cool breeze, the noise of city life, the kindness from everyone, and I don’t want to give it up.”

You rub your eyes. Did you mess up somewhere along the line? Maybe there wasn’t anything you could’ve done.

She says, “Remember when you helped me back then?”

“You’re making it seem like it’s been a lot longer than it really is.” What... what’s the word again? It’s on the tip of your tongue. It started with an s. Somber? No...

“It feels that way to me. It really does,” Kururi turns around, “I... I won’t bore you with my sob story, it doesn’t really matter anyways.”

Knock, knock, knock.

Kururi whispers, “I’m sorry, I stayed for too long.”

Someone’s at your door.
>Greet them. Have Kururi stay away.
>She should run. You’ll deal with this.
>You both should go. Take it somewhere not here.
>Write-in.

>>1503811
>Write-in.
"Last chance. Fifteen seconds. Tell me what's going on."
She really need to be quicker with her explanations.

How are we supposed to decide whether to help if she won't tell us whether she's just being pursued by her parents after an argument at home, or an entire army of oni after wait no that would definitely be the wrong quest wouldn't it

>>1503811
>>1503879

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"Last chance. Fifteen seconds. Tell me what's going on."

“I ran away.”

“So your parents are after me? This really shouldn’t be on me—“

“No! I... my parents... they’re gone, but that’s not it. I ran away from a monastery in Minamiyama, from the Fuyaku clan! You must’ve heard of them, surely,” she says.

“I haven’t?”

“Heavens, forget it. I don’t want to serve others for the rest of my life, I don’t want bow my head every time someone walks into the room, I don’t want—“ Without warning, you hear the hinges of your front door give way. “I don’t want to go back, Katsuya.”

You see two people step inside, both in strange garb.

One of the speaks, “You really should open the door when someone knocks. No manners.”

>Write-in.

>>1503951
>"...How quickly do you expect people to answer doors at 4 in the morning? Also, I hope you're going to pay for that."
Assuming Kururi has bolted out of sight the moment they burst in, we now have to buy her time to make her escape.

>>1503951
>"...say people who broke down my nice door in the middle of the night. Go away and let me sleep"

>>1503951
>better have no manners than having bad manners like breaking people's doors

>>1503951
"You're one to talk, making so much noise this early."

>>1503983
Or fight it out, 2 on 2.

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“Says the person breaking down my door at 4 in the morning,” you say pointing your spoon at them.

“Condolences for your loss,” the girl says, walking forth. A long, steel chain is in her hands. You watch her pupils light up as her psi starts moving.

“I hope you two are paying for that. How quickly did you expect me to answer?” you say, sending out a psi field.

“Hand her over. We don’t have time for this.”

The other one says, “Yes, Master Itsumo is waiting. Don’t make us use force.”

Kururi stands behind you, stepping into a fighting stance. Guess she isn’t running. “...They’re branch families, too.”

You say, “What does that mean?”

The girl lashes out, a chain whipping through the air as you step out of the way, the box of cereal sent across the room. The chains stay in the air, twisting like a tendril.

“Nothing in particular,” Kururi replies.

Roll 1d100s.
>Don’t fight in here, not in your apartment.
>Team up.
>Separate them.

>You’ll take on the girl.
>The boy.

Arts.
>?

Be back in 30.

>>1504109
>Team up
>The girl
That chain can be annoying

>illusion on the boy

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>1504109
>Don’t fight in here, not in your apartment.

>Pull out your phone and dial the cops.
>"Hello, police? I'd like to report a breaking and entry."

>Psi Barrier, when they inevitably try to attack you and stop you from making the call.

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>1504146
Let's go with this.

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>1504109
>Don’t fight in here, not in your apartment.
>Call the cops, put this fight on a time limit.
So Perfect Pitch needs a medium to travel along. Would it work better if we launch it through the chain?

>>1504109
Motherfuckers destroyed our cereal

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“Kururi,” you say.

“What is it?”

“I don’t think they’re going to pay for the door. We need to get out of here.”

She glances at you. “The balcony.”

“I like having legs too.”

“Trust me, Katsuya.”

You trust her. Throwing up a barrier, you turn around and run for it, sweeping your cell phone off the table. She runs ahead, swinging the balcony door opeh. Kururi jumps up, landing on the railing with one foot, and jumps down. You feel your psi shudder as the chain slams into your barrier.

39/250 - ??? (???)

You climb onto the railing too, and step forward without pause. You do not land on a car, or cold, wet concrete. Instead, your feet touch psi and slowly beings to phase through.

“Hold on!” Kururi says, grabbing your hand. She pulls you forward, creating a staircase using multiple psi barriers. As your feet sinks in, you notice it’s still fluctuating, but its energy level is so ridiculously high that you wouldn’t have realized it in the first place.

You dial the police as you touch the ground, running away. A single drop of rainwater falls through your barrier.

The call goes through and before the calltaker could even ask what is your emergency, you say, “Home invasion, two people in some weird clothing just kicked down my door.” As fast as you can speak, you tell them your address alongside the fact that they’re using psi. The reply you get: a reminder that you can use your art in self-defense. You say that you have to go, and you hang up.

You stop a second after Kururi does twisting around again. You’re in the parking lot, the duo right after you. A steel chain comes flying out at Kururi. At the last moment, she tears a strip of loose bandage from your arm and floods it with her psi, swinging and deflecting it.

075/400 - Perfect Pitch (Rori Shiba)

Your psi flows forth, sending a ripple that goes across the links and causing it to wildly swing omnidirectionally until your attack reaches her hands—and the chain flies out the girl’s hands. She cries out, and you pull her weapon to your side. You turn to use Illusion on the boy, but—

[42]

He quickly closes the gap between you and him, poised to strike with his palms. You have barely enough time to react—

Roll 1d100s.
>Let him grab you.
>Use the chain as a weapon.
>Perfect Pitch.

Arts.
>?

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>1504435
>Use he chain as a weapon

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>>1504452
Fuck me

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>1504435
>Use the chain as a weapon

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>1504435
>Use the chain as a weapon.

>>1504452
>>1504458
Oops.

Writing

>>1504452
Beautiful roll, anon

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Grabbing the chain, you try to use it as a weapon.

[2]

Not only did you fail to compensate for the fact that the other end travels significantly slower than your hand, you also didn’t realize this thing was really, really heavy. You get to mull this fact over as he steps forth, his palm smashing into your barrier. The psi pops like a bubble. You take a step back, and he takes a bigger one forward. You clamp down on your jaw.

His palm strikes at your chest, winding you. Delayed by a fraction of a second, his psi follows through, a blow that is as strong and precise as his previous attack.

65/250 - ??? (Guy who just almost knocked you out)

You stumble back, and another one follows, landing on your chin. You fly back, crashing onto the ground. Groaning as you try to pick yourself up, you notice Kururi stepping between you two, cutting away at him. He catches every slash with his palm, deflecting them. With every hit, the sound of psi disintegrating fills the air.

Ducking out of the way, he grabs the chain by your feet and tosses it back to the girl. You stand up, your clothes completely soaked.

At least...

[95]

You got something out of it.

Psi Signature recorded.

“Are you okay?” Kururi asks.

“I’m fine,” you lie.

The police should be coming any moment now.
Roll 1d100s.
>Play it safe. Stall.
>You want their psionic arts. Aggress.
>Run.
>Write-in.

Arts.
>?

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>1504653
>Play it safe. Stall.
I will redeem myself with this roll!

>>1504653
>You want their psionic arts. Aggress

If we have that dude's signature we can knock him out with psi blast, right? Let's try to do that.

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>1504653
>You want their psionic arts. Aggress.

Forgot my roll

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>1504679
>>1504672

Pardon my autism

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>1504653
>Play it safe. Stall.

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>1504653
>Play it safe. Stall.
Let's not overextend ourselves.

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You need to stall. You stagger as you take a deep breath. You’re a little messed up right now, but you can at least stay in there, can’t you? Of course you can.

Kururi lays on the attacks while the boy defends. In the back, you see the garbed girl whirl her chain around. She swings to attack—

[80]

And you block it with your barrier, condensing your psi. The chain arcs up into the air where it’s deflected, only to come back down at you two again. The other assailant steps toward you again, hoping to finish you off. You brace yourself, waiting for him to get close.

[30]

...Now!...?

He moves faster than you. Before you can even psi blast, he’s already going to land a solid hit. But Kururi lashes forth. Her psi stops flowing to the bandage, slackening it. It wraps around his right arm and stops it, and she charges it again and pulls back, jerking him backwards.

He spins and tries to land a palm strike, but Kururi sidesteps. Her shoulders turn, and her right elbow slams into his face. The boy wobbles back.

You shake your head.

They are just... on a whole other level right now.

The sound of sirens reaches your ears.

The girl stares at the boy, “What is that?”

“Law enforcement, I assume.”

“We should hurry, then—“

“No. Let’s leave.”

“But—“

They squabble while you and Kururi exchange glances.
>Physically stop them.
>Give them a warning, if they ever come back...
>Call Rin at 4AM.
>Write-in.

>>1504879
>Physically stop them

>>1504879
>Physically stop them.

>>1504879
>Let them take up their time squabbling while the police arrive.
>Goad them (the girl, mostly) into an argument or a fight if it seems like they might decide to leave before facing arrest.
>Physically stop them if all else fails.

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You let them squabble.

“We can’t leave with empty hands.”

“Better than to be unable to return at all, Inko. We can try again later.”

“And return to who? Where do you supposed Master Itsumo is?!”

“I don’t know, but we can ponder that later.”

The girl stares at her feet and grumbles. “I hope we did not just make a costly mistake.”

You stop them, “Is that it? What a great master, when you two are so weak you have to run away.”

“Quiet, you fool.”

The girl adds, “You best watch your mouth.”

You say, “Or what? Yeah, you better get out of here before we beat you two.” You find this is very hard to do convincingly when you’re out of breath and hurting all over.

Kururi whispers, “What are you doing?”

The boy pushes the girl along, “Ignore his taunts.”

“Let’s not give them a second chance,” you reply, “Stop them!”

She lingers for a second before running forth. The two briefly decide between taking the risk or running, and they opt for the latter. Kururi swings out with the bandage, and you press both of your hands onto the ground.

Perfect Pitch?

No...

It won’t do.

You can do better.

You have to do better.

You will.
Roll 1d100, best of three.
>Perfect Pitch + Barrier
>Perfect Pitch + Psi Blast
>Perfect Pitch + Tempo
>Perfect Pitch + Illusion
>Write-in.

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>1505113
>Perfect Pitch + Tempo

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>>1505150

>>1505150
Rocks fall, everyone dies

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You—

Ah, it’s not happening.

Your arms give way, and you hit the pavement. You can’t feel your hands.

Honestly, you’re surprised this didn’t happen sooner.

The school nurse can work magic, but even magic only goes so far.

That’s a lie, but his magic goes so far.

You feel rain splashing on you as the sirens fade away.

Don’t you have something to do tomorrow?

Isn’t your front door blown wide open?

Isn’t the balcony door also wide open too?

The cereal box is probably soaked with rainwater too, god damn it.

You close your eyes. You’ll worry about it later.

[Chapter 8 “A Problem For Tomorrow’s You.” - End]

ED: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-NTMSoed2g
Twitter: twitter.com/hopelessQM

Thanks for playing! ...I should’ve taken a week off again or something, I can’t really keep doing this. Running this is so taxing, and you can see my updates keep slowing down on and on. Sorry, everyone. Next thread is: hell if I know.

I’ll still be here to talk about stuff. Sorry again.

>>1505220
I liked this suggestion, but it's a bit off. Lenses can't make anything hotter than the source that's emitting the light. It would've been like a normal Perfect Pitch except slightly warm. Or slightly stronger, with Tempo.

>>1505323
I'm guessing Katsuya looks roughly how you feel.

Get some rest. Don't be like me and slam cars into things. I'll see you next time.

>>1505357
The reasoning was that an Illusion would presumably have to possess our Psi as some component or physical property in order for us to maintain the manipulation. Then, as the light travels, our Psi would also pass through the same space.

Or, to put it another way, our Psi could propagate through the air using the light of an Illusion as a carrier. Since Perfect Pitch specifies 'leaves pressure waves along its trail', I guessed that this might allow us to (almost) instantaneously deliver those pressure waves through the air to the limit of the range of our illusions.

I deleted the suggestion because a) I posted too late, and b) it probably isn't the sort of thing to test out at 4 in the morning in a residential area.

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>>1505447

>>1505447
>>1505491
C-can we use this as a secret weapon later?

Just caught up from the archives. Love the art, and I hope you don't burn yourself out doing this.

>>1506533
Sure, why not.
>>1508590
Thanks anon, and too late. I'll take it easy for now, and it'll probably go away.

>>1509010
By burn out, I meant never coming back to this quest.

So do take it easy.

Just caught up hopeless, hopefully you'll come back fresh after a break.

Also I think you forgot to archive the thread, I can't seem to find it on suptg.