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>>1538854
>I transformed, just like Durandal does.

Welcome back, your honor. I got bored this week and doodled what I imagine Sofia to look like. I realize the uniform is probably fairly inaccurate and it's a little too anime but I thought I'd share anyway.

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>>1538854
(Quick Recap)
>>1516183
Last time, you sold your soul to the devil for the power to fight a super-monster Captain Hook while a guy named Durandal who's definitely not CIA jobbed harder than an anime mentor. This was on your first day of junior year at a prestigious boarding school named Olympia Academy, where you met your new bro Keith and maybe-love-interest Sofia.
The day hasn't been going well for you. Or, depending on your perspective, it's been going fantastic.
Have a sketch of Faust. I'll be posting other sketches I've drawn so far instead of actually related drawings.
>>1538905
That's a better doodle than my quest has any right to have. I imagined her hair longer, but that fits perfectly as well depending on how she does it.

>>1538854
>>I transformed, just like Durandal does.

>>1538854
>>I transformed, just like Durandal does.

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>>1538905
>>1538919
Also, just finished up my interpretation of Keith. For some reason I couldn't stop picturing him with this d-bag hairstyle so I decided to just accept it.
Both of these characters were good practice and real fun to draw though, I might take a shot at Durandal in the near future

>>1538905
>>1538930
>I transformed, just like Durandal does

Durandal was not expecting this, but Mr. Bennet is. "I see," he says. "A Myth. They call them different things in different nations, but here in the U.S. you summoned a Myth." He moves to the computer and pulls up an image on the television wall, blocking out the feed.

You see a magician-like figure show up on the screen, a three-dimensional frame of green. "This is Merlin. He's the 'Myth' I transform into when I do what you did. He specializes in long-range information gathering and supporting others. Merlin's main function is to generate and protect Avalon, and ward off those monsters you saw, which we call Curses."

The other two seem excited. Keith walks up to the screen and asks, "Can we summon Myths, too? You know, because we know about the Witching Hour or whatever, too."

Mr. Bennet narrows his eyes at Allan. "Yes, but it's too dangerous for students. Technically, procedure is to wipe your memory of tonight and prevent you from ever entering the Witching Hour again."

Durandal disagrees. "He saved us both- our failure put them in danger. They deserve to know, at least."

Sofia nods. "That's right. If there's something going on at Olympia, it's our responsibility as students to help protect it."

>>It's our responsibility
>I want to know.
>You owe us.
>Not our monkey, not our circus.
>NO way I'm getting involved in this.
>I'm not letting you wipe my memory.
>(Write-In)

>>1539055
>I'm not letting you wipe my memory.
Nobody stops mc from doing something cool

>>1539055
>I want to know.

>>1539055
>>I'm not letting you wipe my memory.

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>>1539030
Thought I tagged this post too.
>>1539039
Das cool.
Have a picture for both your troubles.

>>1539071
>>1539072
>>1539076
>I'm not letting you wipe my memory. I want to know.

Mr. Bennet reaches into his pocket, then looks around for something and sighs. "Why do I never have that flask when I need it?"

"That's not a no..." Keith points out.

Eventually, the computer teacher relents. "Alright, fine. Maybe it would be nice to have a backup team. But you're not fighting to the death. No way in Hell am I dealing with that. If I think you're in too much danger, I'm porting you out of there- and porting isn't easy, so if I have to port you, you're done for the night. First, however..."
He concentrates, and you see Merlin surround Mr. Bennet. He speaks as he did when you were back in the hallway, directly into your minds.

"Keith, Sofia, I'm going to activate your latent powers. I'm not going to run through your memories, so concentrate on something innocuous, like your favorite food, so I don't have to read any further than that."

After a few seconds, Keith and Sofia both blink heavily, Sofia grasping at her head for a second.
As she does, her eyes suddenly turn red, and she shape-changes slightly into a woman who is wreathed in smoke, in classical Roman dress, her face mostly hidden by the bowl she holds in her hand.
"The Oracle of Delphi? Odd, but not unreasonable."

As for Keith, his awakening comes in the form of a dashing French swordsman carrying a rapier, his face bold, charming, and fearless. The musketeers garments identify him as one of the Three Musketeers. He waves the sword that's summoned to his hand as if he had wielded it all his life.
"D'Artagnan... Didn't see that one coming, I'll admit."

Merlin turns to you, and after a few seconds, he transforms back into Mr. Bennet, who takes off his sunglasses in his confusion. "Incredible. I knew something was up... You can summon multiple Myths, can't you?"

>>You can summon multiple Myths.
>About that... What does that mean, exactly?
>Sure, but that's not super-important, right?
>Oops?
>I keep them in this book. Do you know what it does?
>(Write-In)

>>1539240
>>Sure, but that's not super-important, right?

>>1539240
>Summon Cpt. Hook
>"Aye, matey."

>>1539240
>>Oops?
We already broke the system!

>>1539240
>I keep them in this book. Do you know what it does?
>>Summon Cpt. Hook
>>"Aye, matey."

>>1539266
>>1539279
>>1539293
>>1539350
>Summon Cpt. Hook
>"Aye, matey."
Almost without warning, you concentrate and turn into Captain Hook, setting everyone else in the room on alert. Allan puts his arm in front of Sofia instinctively. Before Durandal can draw a weapon, Mr. Bennet waves him down. "No, wait, it's Read. He's telling the truth."

The computer teacher allows a wide grin to spread across his face. "A few Myth summoners can summon two or three different myths, but never that soon... except for special cases. You seem to be one of them. They're incredibly rare, and with training incredibly powerful."

>I keep them in this book. Do you know what it does?

Once you change back into yourself, you hold out the huge tome strapped to your wrist to Mr. Bennet, who looks it over with some concern. "I've never seen anything like this, though. A book on fairy tales holding Hook and... Faust? I take it that's the Myth you awakened to." He's a little concerned by this, but hands you the book back. "If I had to guess, that book holds all the Myths you can use. I'd take good care of it if I were you. It should hold whatever information on them you need, by what I can tell."

Keith seems a little bummed that you get all the cool powers, and shoves his hands in his pockets.
"Man, what'd you do to get all that?"

Sofia shrugs. "If his Myth says anything, he made a deal with the devil."

Allan shakes his head. "Pft. No way that would happen."

Mr. Bennet looks at Durandal, who is still lying injured, and asks, "Tell you what- you all go back to bed, and tomorrow I show you the basics. You should be able to find me during orientation. I need to help our mutual friend."

>>You all go back to bed.
>Sure. (Sincere)
>Okay. (Lie)
>How do we leave, exactly?
>How does time work in here?
>(Write-In)

>>1539240
>Sure, but that's not super-important, right?
Porting seems kind of broken qm since we know have no reason to fear dying since we'll just get ported out.

>>1539430
>Okay. (Lie)
>Use the time to train, your gonna need to be stronger than you are now.

>>1539435
It also means no revivals. If any member of the team goes down while he's enforcing porting, they don't come back until the next day, period.
You may not have the luxury forever.

>>1539430
>Sure. (Sincere)
Before leaving though,
>(Write-in)
"I think I actually did make a deal though..."

>>1539430
>Sure. (Sincere)
>How do we leave, exactly?
>How does time work in here?

>>1539430
>How does time work in here?

>>1539430
>>How do we leave, exactly?

>>1539456
>>1539465
>Sure. (Sincere)
Your mind considers the mischievous possibility of sticking around and honing your powers, but part of you suspects Mr. Bennet would catch on and wipe your memories by force, and he was your best source on this place anyways, so it would be best not to piss him off.
You agree with a nod, and the computer teacher is relieved, moving over to Durandal and inspecting his injury before you ask your next questions.

>>1539467
>How does time work in here?
"Oh, well," Mr. Bennet tries to explain, and adjusts his sunglasses. "It's like... Time stops outside, but you feel like it's passing in here. The computer runs off of a cache of internet data- it can't interact in real-time with computers outside of the Witching Hour. You'll get tired in here, for sure."
>>1539470
>How do we leave, exactly?
"Oh, that's relatively easy." He picks up a wrench from the workbench and points at the back wall. "The left door leads in and out of my office cabinet. During the day, it's locked tight, and even if someone else were to open it, they would just find a cabinet. I can 'install' similar passways in your closets, if you're going to commit to this. I'll lead you out- if anyone stops us, I'll say a practical joker locked you guys out."

With that, he opens the door to leave, leading into a tiny, cramped office with a small window looking outside and an underlying smell of coffee and liquor. Sofia scrunches up her nose as she steps through. The time on the clock is 12:01 in the morning.

After Mr. Bennet leads you all out, he opens your doors. You don't run into anyone outside, but a few rooms are still awake.

---

MONDAY, August 20th (Weather: Mostly Sunny. Forecast for tomorrow: Partly Cloudy)

The next day, Keith awakens you by hammering on your door. You look at the clock. 8:14 AM. You have 46 minutes before the orientation day begins in earnest.

"Wanna get breakfast, dude? I just got changed into this stupid new uniform and I wanna ruin it."

>>Wanna get breakfast?
>Sure, let's invite Sofia, too.
>Let's see if we can catch Mr. Bennet there.
>Sure, let's look for someone else while we're there.
>Nah, let me sleep in a bit.
>Nah, I'll just buy something from a machine.
>(Write-In)

>>1539571
>Sure, let's invite Sofia, too.
Hash out what happened.

>>1539571
>>Sure, let's invite Sofia, too.
Well we're all in this together now.

>>1539571
>>Sure, let's invite Sofia, too.
>Let's grab pizza.

Breakfast food is for squares, pizza all day, plus we skipped on it yesterday.

>>1539608
How does it feel having shit taste?

>>1539608
>>1539616
Depends, a european or american diner breakfast is prime good day starter material. Cereal? fuck that.

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>>1539571
>"It really shows off your muscles."
>Sure, let's invite Sofia, too.

I like a protagonist with dry humor.

>>1539608
Why not both?

>>1539624
>>1539616
Basically this. Eggs and bacon and pancakes are great, but only if you can take the time to prepare them right, and most people just don't. Much easier to make something like a quesadilla or warm up last night's dinner leftovers.

>>1539603
>>1539606
>>1539608
>>1539616
>>1539624
>>1539627
When you speak to Sofia about getting pizza for breakfast, she gives you a silent burn stare, followed by a question.
"And waste the perfectly good meal plan that provides, to my knowledge, a small buffet of properly-prepared breakfast staples on par with a restaurant? They make omelets, for Pete's sake."
Keith smirks. "I lost track of you halfway through that sentence. Let's live on the wild side a little. The fancy breakfast can wait for tomorrow, and I need to catch up with your uncle."
After pausing, Sofia turns to you and gives you a heartbreaking pleading face to try and convince you

OOC: I'll allow buying pizza for breakfast if it wins a vote- and it automatically loses ties.

>>Sofia is quietly begging you
>We'll get pizza for dinner.
>You can't sway a man's heart so easily.

>>1539656
>>We'll get pizza for dinner.
Breakfast is better than pizza 100% of the time.

>>1539656
(That was supposed to end in a period.)
But what'll it be? Pizza or pancakes?

>>1539656
>We'll get pizza for dinner
>"Wait, you mean it's not just school food? Hell yeah."
I know when I'm beat. I'm just scarred from university breakfast buffet food. That shit ain't proper food, man. (then again, I went to a shitty state school, not Yale.)

>>1539656
>We'll get pizza for dinner.
Pretty tight time crunch to head to the pizza place, eat, and come back before orientation.

>>1539656
>We'll get pizza for dinner.
>>1539667
That's a lie and you know it.
>>1539674
Same man, fuckin' Aramark...
>>1539680
Good point.

>>1539682
Seriously. Aramark. Are they national? I figured it was just regional for the South.

>>1539667
>>1539668
>>1539674
>>1539680
>>1539682
You and Sofia look at each other, and seem to come to a quiet understanding. After sharing this impromptu golden moment, you snap out of it and admit that it probably wasn't a good idea.
(Your Charm has increased slightly.)
(You feel as though your relationship with Sofia has improved slightly.)

Keith seems more put-off by the fact that it was relatively easy to convince you otherwise than that you're not going to get pizza. "Sure, lovebirds, let's go to the lame dining hall."
He soon changes his tune when he finds the donuts they had brought in.

---

Sofia has a small omelet and a glass of milk, while Keith stacks his plate with every type of protein in the house he can get without overflowing onto his tray. American and Canadian bacon, pork sausage, eggs, two omelets, and a dozen assorted other things, along with two glasses of chocolate milk.

"Don't wanna risk having to go for seconds," he says, before digging in. "So what was up with last night? After the lights went out, I mean."

"Work on your phrasing," Sofia requests. "That was certainly strange. I thought I was in danger. But... Supernatural phenomena, here? It doesn't make any sense."

Swallowing another sausage whole, Allan snaps his fingers. "Unless this is a school specifically for that. Maybe what they're really scouting out is people who can summon Myths or whatever."

>>Maybe what they're really scouting out is people who can summon Myths or whatever.
>You might be right.
>Okay, but how? There were only three of us.
>Seems like a bit of an elaborate trap, if you ask me.
>Hey, is that the weird girl from Great Wall?
>(Write-In)

>>1539738
>You might be right, but there has to be more to it, Teach and the Suit seemed genuinely surprised that any students woke up at all.

Also
>Hey, isn't that the weird girl?

>>1539738
>Seems like a bit of an elaborate trap, if you ask me.
>Hey, is that the weird girl from Great Wall?

>>1539738
>>You might be right, but there has to be more to it, Teach and the Suit seemed genuinely surprised that any students woke up at all.
>Also
>>Hey, isn't that the weird girl?

>>1539760
>>1539782
>You might be right, but there has to be more to it, Teach and the Suit seemed genuinely surprised that any students woke up at all.
>>1539781
>Seems like a bit of an elaborate trap, if you ask me.
It doesn't seem that simple. Something else is going on, for sure. If it were an act, at least two people had to be in on it, and too many things seemed out of place for it all to be acted out. After all, there's no way they could have accounted for you making a deal with the devil... right?

As your gaze drifts across the hall in boredom, it crosses over a recent acquaintance.
Flores, right? She's sitting across from a nerdy-looking girl, and based on Keith's reaction, he recognizes the other girl from a bad experience.
"Sorry, I'm going to take this, dude." He stands up to his full height and carefully moves across to sit next to the Asian girl with an oversize sweater Ruth is talking to. She seems very intimidated by him.

Ruth is not. "Ah, I believe I expected a bad fortune for you, Fortune."

"Fortune, huh?" Allan can barely hide his disdain for the nerdy girl. "Do you know Bruce Stone, by any chance, Miss Fortune?"

The girl with the thin glasses and heavy sweater squirms. "N-No, I don't think so."

Keith eats a strip of bacon. "That's funny, because I recognize your face in my old school paper. After you accused him of taking steroids and got him kicked off the baseball team. Donna Price."

"But-But..." she stutters. "He-he did. He was taking pills. Even though he was just a freshman..."

"Oh, yeah?" Keith's voice gets threatening. "And who told you that?"

"I can't say, you know that..." Donna squirms in her seat.

Sofia seems about ready to stand up and head over.

>>What do you do?
>Sit next to Keith
>Sit next to Ruth
>Let them be
>Look for a teacher
>(Write-In)

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>>1539853
>Let them be

>>1539853
>Wave Sofia off
>walk up behind Keith and lay a hand on his shoulder "Hold it down, Kujo. Whatever problem you have can be solved without scaring someone a third of your size to death."

>>1539868
I now realize I meant Cujo, the dog, not Kujo, the Jojo, but you know, both work.

>>1539875
You should have said Polnareff.
>French Swordsman Myth
>Za Chariot

>>1539877
ORAORAORA
>>1539853
>>Wave Sofia off
>>walk up behind Keith and lay a hand on his shoulder "Hold it down, Kujo. Whatever problem you have can be solved without scaring someone a third of your size to death."

>>1539868
>>1539912
>Wave Sofia off
>walk up behind Keith and lay a hand on his shoulder "Hold it down, Kujo. Whatever problem you have can be solved without scaring someone a third of your size to death."
You step up to him, and he seems to calm down a bit.
"Fine. But I really want to know. Nobody talks shit about my friends. Nobody." His eyes are actually watery, which is a first for him.

Price actually looks a bit guilty, and then says, "I know it was a true source... I'm sorry. I'll call the person who told me about it and tell him to call you. That's what I should have done the first time, but he insisted I not mention him when I wrote that article."

This is satisfactory to Keith, and he goes back to his food. Donna stares at her food guiltily, as if she really didn't like what was going to happen when she followed through on her promise.

Ruth smiles at you, as if the previous conversation hadn't happened at all. "How are you doing today? What do you plan on looking at during orientation?"

>>What do you plan on looking at during orientation?
>Sciences.
>English.
>Social Studies.
>Math.
>The sports.
>I want to look at the electives.
>I'm just going to faff about, to be honest.
>(Write-In)

>>1539936
>Math.

>>1539936
>Probably the electives.
>Then again, what do the cards recommend?

>>1539936
>>English.
Should help with the myths. We know that Durandal, Captain Hook, and Faust count, and that the actual stories count towards what the Myths can do and are constrained by. Best to know more.

>>1539936
>I want to look at the electives.
>>1539957
English isn't usually about that.

>>1539961
I was referring to Literature, which was one of the main subjects of my junior year English course in highschool.

>>1539957
You can count on the idea that what I tell you in any information handed out on a Myth that it will generally reflect the Myth's actual combat capacity. For example, you generally know about a Myth's strengths and weaknesses as soon as you get them, so I dont feel bad telling you D'Artagnan resists Psychic some. Why?
Because he was part of the group that defeated Milady.
>>1539972
Also, yeah, Literature was shunted under English at my high school too.
>>1539953
>>1539961
>Probably the electives.

"Oh, how interesting. Were you looking closer to Speech, Home Economics, Theater. Computer Studies, Engineering Design, or Creative Writing? They have some unusual foreign languages, too. I believe there's even the opportunity to learn Japanese."
There are a lot of things you can look into, especially at such a well-funded school, so it might not be such a good idea to pick something immediately.
She has her cards, but she's not willing to use them at the moment. "You can't become over-reliant, you know? Even if you trust the cards, you have to make your own decisions."

Donna and Ruth finish their breakfast, and the smaller girl follows the fortune-teller out, making one glance behind at Keith before leaving.
Sofia confronts Allan after she's finished. "Are you quite done making a fool of yourself at every given opportunity?"

"What if it were your friend?" Keith mutters as a weak excuse, obviously defensive.

The bell cuts off further conversation, indicating that the open day has begun. Carrollo shakes her head and begins to walk away. "I suppose I'll see you all at lunch, then."

Allan is disappointed in himself, and nods to you before saying, "Guess it's free study now. I'm gonna check out the sports so I don't screw anything else up."

>>Guess it's free study now.
>You've gotta calm down, man. Who taught you to talk to women?
>Did Donna really screw over your friend like that?
>I'm headed to look at the electives.
>I'll tag along, if you want.
>(Follow Sofia)
>(Follow Donna and Ruth)
>(Write-In)

>>1539995
>Did Donna really screw over your friend like that?
I understand your frustration, but you can't talk to them like that, otherwise people will not believe what you have to say, regardless of how true it is.

>>1539995
>>I'm headed to look at the electives. (Theater, gotta go for the full Faust.)
>> But I'll tag along, if you want.

That cards line was supposed to come off as a joke, suppose I ought to be more clear next time.

>>1539995
>Did Donna really screw over your friend like that?

>>1539999
>>1540020
>Did Donna really screw over your friend like that?
Allen falls silent for a short bit, then says, "Yeah, she did. I don't know why. One day, he was on the short list to Olympia, and the next he's being thrown off the team after the coach yells in his face. We all ran so many laps half the team collapsed. Of course, he denied everything, but he got shipped away to some reform school, and... Apparently they picked me and Donna last year."
He stares at you. "That's part of the reason I have so much friction with this school. I figure I never deserved to be here- and neither does she."
(You feel like your relationship with Keith has improved.)

>>1540001
>I'm headed to look at the electives. (Theater, gotta go for the full Faust.)
He gives you a weak smile. "Sure, meet you for lunch. Then Sarpino's after school."
Then he walks off towards the baseball field.

---

You make it to the theater, and it's set up as if there were a performance to be had. There are tons of props and costumes out in front, in a gigantic cardboard box for people to pick freely from. Donna is sitting in one of the back chairs, while Ruth is picking and choosing from different hats.

A mischievous-looking middle-aged man slips up besides the small crowd next to the props. "I'm Mike Clain, and I'm the theater teacher. I teach lots of performing arts, but theater is my specialty. I've written a couple of plays, but the one we're going to be performing is a Shakespearian play. Haven't gotten a confirmation, but if it gets approved by the Principal, we'll be doing the Scottish play."

"Which play?" Donna quietly asks from the back, but Mike picks up on it and asks you all.

"Which play indeed? There's a tradition about not saying its name, but I won't hold it against you for saying now. Who knows?"

>>Which play?
>Romeo and Juliet
>Taming of the Shrew
>Hamlet
>Macbeth
>Midsummer Night's Dream

>>1540076
>Macbeth

>>1540076
>Macbeth, sir.
>leave the theatre building, spin around three times, spit, curse, and then knock to be allowed back in.

>>1540089
>>1540090
>Macbeth, sir.
>leave the theatre building, spin around three times, spit, curse, and then knock to be allowed back in.

Mike is surprised by your dedication to the tradition, Donna just rolls her eyes and looks away, and Ruth seems to be impressed. When you knock, she opens the door, and places a huge hat with a feather in it on your head.

A few people laugh at this impromptu performance Mr. Clain shrugs.
"Well, that is right. No need to overdo it, though."
(Your Knowledge has increased.)
You spend a bit more time talking to the other people in the theater about the class and plays that are to be performed.

....

Seems like a good place to stop until next week, Sunday at (hopefully) 9PM- it's getting pretty late.
I've got a Twitter at https://twitter.com/Judge_Presiding and an ask.fm at https://twitter.com/Judge_Presiding.
As always, I'll stick around to answer questions.

>>1540114
We're keeping the hat. It will go with our creepy wizard robe. Thanks for running Judge. Might want to just re-use the thread if it's still here, I noticed the last thread still up today and way below the 750 post bump limit. Also a pastebin with our stats and social links on it would be nice.

>>1540124
Yeah, I just figured thread No. 1 would drop off the map way before now, and I was totally wrong. Damn, this board is a lot slower than I expected.
Pastebin will soon.

>>1540128
Wong's threads can stay up for weeks man. This board operates on geological time scales.

>>1540131
Jesus Christ it's at the bottom NOW. Instead of archiving, I'll just bump this thread every so often with sketch updates and any answers to the FM questions I think should go here.

>>1540135
It's still worth archiving early, prevents any weirdness or trolls.

>>1540140
Eh, sure.
Also, as bait for more posts:
Who's best girl so far? Who do you think will be best girl in the long run?

>>1540155
Not a damn clue. Party member tends to have some points by default, and I like Ruth's response to our enthusiasm, but so far there's simply not a lot of screen time going around in general to establish personalities.

>>1540158
Did you think that would stop some people? I jest. Mostly.

Time to bump this thread for tomorrow.
Quest theme confirmed: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ST86JM1RPl0
Also relevant:
>Grimm Book Guide: https://pastebin.com/4fFbMFYg
>Grimm Book: https://pastebin.com/f402Y1Lt

>>1561483
Well that was dumb of me, I forgot how the permasage rules worked. Oh well, gonna archive this and just post it in the next thread too.

>>1561483
Wow this is pretty detailed. Good stuff OP

>>1561548
Yeah, I wanted to get the autism out of the way so that I could focus on running. Also I have the worst memory (like forgetting >>1561514
and that I already archived this thread), so being able to reference things at any time is super useful for me.
I'm going to post social information and stats next. Please wait patiently.