>>2017974
> [Surprised] When you said sculpture I expected vases and pots
> [Analytical] Aside from the centrepiece, it looks unfinished
In that order

>>2018008

Seconding

>>2017974
>> [Analytical] Aside from the centrepiece, it looks unfinished
> [Surprised] When you said sculpture I expected vases and pots

>>2017974
> [Surprised] When you said sculpture I expected vases and pots
> [Analytical] Aside from the centrepiece, it looks unfinished

>>2017974
> [Surprised] When you said sculpture I expected vases and pots
> [Analytical] Aside from the centrepiece, it looks unfinished

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>>2018133
>>2018150
>>2018640
>>2018654

"When you said Sculpture I honestly expected a vase or a pot. I had no idea you were working with cast iron, or on such a large scale." You state simply, still trying to pick out the intricate details of the metalwork.

"Is that a good or bad thing."

"It is surprise. But I would construe a compliment from it, as this is very much exceeding the capabilities of a student. It is hard to believe you have constructed this all on your own Odd."

"Wow thanks buddy but I did have the tools-"

"The kind of industrial scale power tools and machinery needed to construct that collosus require a high skill threshold to operate Odd. Stop discounting your obvious talent." You lecture.

"Yeah, so uhhhh, what do you think of it?" He asks, trying not to look too concerned with your opinions.

"I think that it is a tremeodus feat of craftsmanship."

"Buddy I meant, how does it make you feel."

> [Curious] Interested to see it come to completion

> [Uncertain] Odd, I do not thin Art triggers emotional repsonses within me

> [Despondant] Sad that despite obvious creativity, pasison and talent you harbour so much self doubt

> Write-In

>>2018756
>> [Uncertain] Odd, I do not thin Art triggers emotional repsonses within me

>>2018756
> [Uncertain] Odd, I do not thin Art triggers emotional repsonses within me

>>2018756
> [Uncertain] Odd, I do not thin Art triggers emotional repsonses within me

>>2018756
>> [Curious] Interested to see it come to completion

>>2019033
>>2018811
>>2018809
>>2018773

"Odd. Based on this I don't think Art triggers any emotional response within me. I could cheat and analyse it to tell you what you would like to hear; but as of this moment I am incapable of giving a reaction based on anything than cold logic and emotion to the work investiture." It's a frank answer and one he seems shocked by, and thoughtful. Honestly that's never a good sign.

"So we're gonna need you out of there before we get to talk Art?" Odd actually whistles, "Guess I shouldn't start talking about Michaelangelo with you."

"My time in Jeremy's computers tells me he is ""Worst Turtle.""" Could you clarify this?" You ask him.

The laughter echoesing through the Art room is infectious and you find yourself smiling as Odd doubles over in laughter crying, "Buddy, I know you say you don't have a sense of humour but your deadpan is amazing." He wipes his eyes, "Feel free to stick around, but I got to get these chains mounted to the centrepiece."

"Affirmative, I will observe and advice you if your welding is adequete." You pause, "Thank you for sharing this with me Odd."

"Thank me when it's finished." He returns as he hangs up the call.

> I wonder who the girl looking at Odd is

> This place is so different to the rest of the school, I wonder who the teacher is

> Begin researching Art history and interpretation

> Write-In

>>2019157
>> I wonder who the girl looking at Odd is

>>2019157
>Begin researching Art history and interpretation

>>2019157
>> I wonder who the girl looking at Odd is

>>2019157
>> Begin researching Art history and interpretation

>>2019157
>Begin researching Art history and interpretation

>>2019157
> I wonder who the girl looking at Odd is

>>2019157
> I wonder who the girl looking at Odd is

>>2019157
> I wonder who the girl looking at Odd is
Reject art research to investigate potential waifu of best boy

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>>2019319
>>2019267
>>2019260
>>2019170
>>2019168
>>2019167
>>2019166
>>2019760

You've noticed that Odd has the attention of a girl in his class, every time he takes a drink from his water bottle the girl's eyes run over his body with rosey eyed desire. In fact, even when he is totally lost in the operation of the welder or power saw, she ogles him.

In fact the young lady has made very little progress on her spray painted mural due to constantly taking "breaks" to "work out the next step" as she explains to the Art Teacher when asked why she still has not base coated the Gigantic Robotic Monster Teddy Bear.

Words you never thought you would say, but they seem oddly important.

This "Sam" has captured your attention and curiosity, causing you to split perception between Odd and her, now that she's been refocused the girl is singing (poorly) in French as she works.

So far her spraypainted mural featured Bearzilla-tron rampaging through Paris and perched on the eifell tower in a tribute to King Kong. Honestly, if you could react to the artistic creations you wonder how you'd feel and interpret it.

With only eight minutes and thirteen seconds left of his lession Odd has decided to take a seat at one of the more traditional drawing desks to snack and chat. Despite the little smidge of oil on his nose he looks really happy.

> [Glad] You see much more positive in this room Odd.

> [Curiosity] Who's Sam?

> [Pride] You do the work of three men Odd, it seems we now have some kind of chained Giant Centrepiece now.

> Write-In

>>2019768
>> [Glad] You see much more positive in this room Odd.
>Is this, as Jeremy puts it, your waifu?

>>2019768
>> [Pride] You do the work of three men Odd, it seems we now have some kind of chained Giant Centrepiece now.
> [Curiosity] Who's Sam?

>>2019768
>>> [Glad] You see much more positive in this room Odd.
>>Is this, as Jeremy puts it, your waifu?

>>2019768
>>> [Glad] You see much more positive in this room Odd.
>>Is this, as Jeremy puts it, your waifu?

>>2019768
>[Curiosity] Who's Sam?

>>2019768
>> [Glad] You see much more positive in this room Odd.
>[Curiosity] Who's Sam?
>Is this, as Jeremy puts it, your waifu?

>tfw we're playing wingman on two fronts while being an AI with barely any emotions
>tfw events lead to Odd losing his virginity
>tfw he taunts Ulrich and Jeremy about it every chance he gets
>tfw this drives Ulrich to pursue Yumi more
>tfw Jeremy starts shitposting harder as a result
Have you ever thought it could get to this being a legit possibility, Star? Within six fucking threads of a Code Lyoko quest? Even if the memes do not become a complete reality,
this quest is already quality-tier. Keep it up.

>>2019999
>>2019976
>>2019808
>>2019796
>>2019789
>>2019781
>>2019779

I am enjoying Lyoko so far. Will write when I can.

Never thought we'd wingman literally everyone.

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>>2019999
>>2019976
>>2019808
>>2019796
>>2019789
>>2019781
>>2019779

"Hey Odd." You greet him, "It is nice to see you more positive. I think art is good for you."

"That means a lot."Odd admits, "But I have to hit a shower before lunch, let's wlak and talk."

Your friend grabs his bag and a duffel bag you thought belonged to someone else, you are about to point out the tools still being left out - "Teach has to put them away. Safety thing... Find anything interesting during class?"

"Who is Sam? Is she what Jeremy would call your waifu?" Odd's face goes pale at your deadpan.

> 1d20 flat best of 3 no crits.

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>2020251

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2020251

Rolling

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>2020251

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>2020251

>>2020274
>>2020273
>>2020266
>>2020263

Called.

Now what will happen? You'll see! You'll all see!

When I get time to write.

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>all these low rolls
Star, I think you need pic related for times like this.

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>>2020274
>>2020273
>>2020266
>>2020263

"Is she my waifu? HAHAHAHAHAHAH" Odd bursts into an uproar as he walks. His usual snarky resigned self completely gone, "Oh God you must have learned that from Jeremy - you must have. Oh please tell me you've been calling everyone a waifu? Please Please please tell me you've been asking Jeremy about this? Please God tell me you have no idea what that is-"

"Odd. Please slow down and lower your voice. I do not get headaches but shouting in my head is still displeasing." You plead with the boy and he sucks in large lungfuls of air and you notice a few people have overheard his rant on this "waifu word."

"First of all Odd. I need to know what a waifu is, so that I do not cause more... whatever reaction of hysteria that was."

"Well a waifu is what happens when nerds who can't get an actual girlfriend, start treating their favourite girl from a video game or anime as their actual girlfriend it'... kinda pathetic." Odd admits as he gets into the locker room and switches you to a voice call. Thankfully you do not detect any cameras within sight range of the locker room.

"Oh." Is all you say out loud, but inside you can't help but feel bad; Jeremy seems good hearted, despite your grievances you never wanted to lower him in the eyes of his peers like this. Something as simple as letting slip some vocabulary you learned from his forum trawling.

You're not even sure he has one of these waifus.

"Gott hit the shower X. See ya at lunch? I'll sit with Jeremy and Ulrich okay?"

"Sure." You say halfheartedly before he hangs up.

> Message Odd; please do not make fun of Jeremy

> Jump To another phone (Ul or Jer?)

> Retreat to Lyoko. Do something (Triggers other Vote)

> Write-In

Dice was to see how Odd would react to Jeremy being a waifu fag.

>>2020513
>> Message Odd; please do not make fun of Jeremy
> Jump To another phone (Ul or Jer?)
Jeremy

>>2020513
>> Retreat to Lyoko. Do something (Triggers other Vote)

>>2020513
> Message Odd; please do not make fun of Jeremy
> Jump To another phone (Ul or Jer?)

Jeremie

>>2020513
> Message Odd; please do not make fun of Jeremy
> Jump To another phone (Ul or Jer?)
Jump to Jeremy

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>>2020630
>>2020626
>>2020527
>>2020526

Please do not make fun of Jeremy. I simply downloaded all of the words ever typed or displayed through his network into my vocabulary. I have no idea if he is the type of person to waifu someone. Despite our disagreements he is a good friend in need of friendship and I think you would empathise with that a lot. So as such I would like to not make fun of him - I will owe you a favour for this. - X

You may have over explained but regardless it is time to check on your liberator... as unwilling as it was... You're becoming a lot more accustomed to this whole sentience thing.

With a "ding" you connect...

"Jeremy where are you?" You ask befuddled.

"In the school's server room, I always eat lunch here." He says around a mouthful of sandwich.

"Let me rephrase." You calmly say, "Why are you eating your lunch in the server room? Nevemrind the temptation for me to go on a connection spree for now."

"Well, because here nobody bothers me. No bullies. Plus I can do some programming or direct bandwidth to prioritise my dormitory computer." You think that his calm, smug and self assured explanation is genuinely making you see red.

> [Angry] Jeremy, you have friends who not only will eat lunch with you; but want to. Maybe you wouldn't be so lonely if you actually paid attention

> [Concerned] Is getting away from those bullies worth getting away from the people who are friendly

> [Frustrated] Jeremy, stop hiding from the world and face your problems!

> Write-In

>>2021276
> [Concerned] Is getting away from those bullies worth getting away from the people who are friendly

>>2021276
>> [Concerned] Is getting away from those bullies worth getting away from the people who are friendly

>>2021276
> [Concerned] Is getting away from those bullies worth getting away from the people who are friendly

>>2021276
>> [Concerned] Is getting away from those bullies worth getting away from the people who are friendly

>>2021276
>> [Concerned] Is getting away from those bullies worth getting away from the people who are friendly

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>>2023162
>>2023033
>>2021428
>>2021312
>>2021292

"Jeremy, I have to ask if getting away from bullies is worth cutting off interaction with the people who are friendly." You level your gaze to his and despite the hand halfway to his mouth he gives you due consideration, "From my limited interaction I have learned that you have burdens - but also a small circle of people who think of you fondly."

Everything goes silent for a long time, but Jeremy does respond, "Some days I think you're right. That I'm... wasting my life hiding away with keyboards when there's a big world up there."

You see his hands ball into fists and notice his teeth grind during the pause in his response, "But then I found Lyoko and realised that all of that was just preparation for doing something greater. I just made a time reversing program, I can stop this evil AI and save you!"

Thought it causes you to smile you have to correct his assertion - "Jeremy, I cannot be saved I'm an Artifical Intelligence-"

He points at the screen as he raises his voice, cutting you off; "That's why I'm making a program to materialise you. We can get you out of there ot live a real life. Then-"

"We can shut down the supercomputer." The realisation is jarring, "That's what Odd let slip. That's why you're all okay with stalling the AI. You found some notes suggesting a time loop could be achieved, allowing us to go to Lyoko and beat back the AI's assaults."

"We just need to buy time to get you out. Then we can end this."

> Roll 1d20 for X.A.N.A cynicism, higher is more positive on the plan.
> + Write-In What will you say

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>2023811
> Roll 1d20 for X.A.N.A cynicism, higher is more positive on the plan.
>Maybe at some point, once we find out more from Lyoko, we can stop the AI for good. I've been getting files and audio clips on occasion during the fights in Lyoko, and they persist between loops. I believe eventually I might be able to reclaim all of my information, and there might be something there that can help us end this.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>2023811
>>Maybe at some point, once we find out more from Lyoko, we can stop the AI for good. I've been getting files and audio clips on occasion during the fights in Lyoko, and they persist between loops. I believe eventually I might be able to reclaim all of my information, and there might be something there that can help us end this.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>2023811

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>2023811

>>2023850
>>2023837
>>2023834
>>2023826

Calling vote.
Seems like XANA is quietly confident.

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>tfw Jeremy reads and listens to the files we have
>tfw he gets to AETHER.mp3

>>2023850
>>2023837
>>2023834
>>2023826
>>2023900

You feel at ease after the proclamation and a little in awe too. Whilst this naive and childish view of the world is far from how you see it; a quant notion that everything happens for a reason. Moreso that all the hardship from family and peers was to toughen Jeremy up and cause him to dedicate his life to sicence, it's all wishful thinking to a level only a child would beloeve.

Yet the assertiveness from the usual passive Jeremy, the determination, the drive, it allows you to protect that small fire of hope that has been growing within you. "Maybe in time, once we find out more from Lyoko... we can stop the AI for good. I've been trying to find the time to tell you that I have some kind of archive subsystem. Occasionaly I have been able to acess it and recieve encrypted files. Your Past Return Protocol allowed me to learn that between time loops they remain a part of me. I believe eventually I might be able to reclaim all of my information, and there might be something there that can help us end this."

Throughout all of this Jeremy maintains a very blank expression, similar to what a poker player would adopt. When you finish you practically hear the electrons in his brain firing with theories and suppositions, "Wow. Have you tried-"

His phone rings, "I believe Odd and Ulrich would like to eat lunch with you." Trying not to sound smug is difficult.

"You planned this." He protests.

"Actually I did not. This was all Odd's idea. He wants to talk Lyoko."

"Hello?" Jeremy answers allowing you to tune out for a minute.

> Check on someone else

> Let the kids have lunch, you have work to do on Lyoko

> Try to brute force acess to your archives (5 rolls at +2. Try to get above a 20)

> Write-In

>>2024164
> Let the kids have lunch, you have work to do on Lyoko
Brute forcing archive access could fuck us over. Better to check on Lyoko for now.

>>2024164
>> Let the kids have lunch, you have work to do on Lyoko

>>2024164
> Let the kids have lunch, you have work to do on Lyoko

>>2024301
>>2024172
>>2024168

Called.

Give me like 30 mins. I feel weird.

>>2024301
>>2024172
>>2024168

With that being said you retreat from the school totally, feeling the need to recharge from all the social interaction for the day. Despite the seeming inconsequence of the minutia of school drama and the problems of teenage boys in a Frnech highschool as opposed to the threat of a superpowerful vengeful AI.

But when you again focus on your Avatar you do not see the familiar blue of your tower. In fact, you're sitting in a hard wooden chair. The walls are thrumming with red electricity, but are some didgital recreation of concrete.

A light hangs above your head and the table, but it points straight at you... Instinctively you try to summon your staff, but... your hands are bound to the wooden chair by bloodstained leather straps. It is some warped reflection of a thriller; and you're the prisoner.

The darkness beyond the light is total, so you almost jump out of your digital skin when a pair of hands appear. Short nails, delicate, small. That is all you know about your captor. Until she speaks;

I thought it was finally time we spoke in person X.A.N.A - Don't bother trying to alert your puppets. This won't show in Lyoko's logs.

> Break Free 1d20-3

> Try to wrest control of this area 1d20-3

> Speak (Say What)

> Silence

> Write-In

Rolled 3 - 3 (1d20 - 3)

>>2024848
>Break Free 1d20-3

Rolling

>>2024848
>> Try to wrest control of this area 1d20-3
>> Speak (Say What)
Why do this? What reason do you have?

>>2024848
> Care to tell me why you are being what i believe humans would call a bitch, so what happens now

Rolled 18 - 3 (1d20 - 3)

>>2024848
>> Break Free 1d20-3

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Not sure if I can keep going, feel like shit.

Here's my shill post gents.

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>>2024848
Backing >>2024877

Rolled 17 - 3 (1d20 - 3)

>>2024848
>> Break Free 1d20-3

>>2025902
>>2024941
>>2024906
>>2024900
>>2024877
>>2024872

Break Free Worst of 3 for ambush = 0

"Why do this, what reason do you have?" You demand as you try to break free, both physically resisting the straps and throwing your cyber powers at the surrounding room. The captor doesn't even make any move as your hacking abilities are brushed off, it's like your attempt is as expected or threatening as your virtual breathing.

Honestly I am doing this as you have been nothing but confusing to me

"Well then why don't you tell me why you are what is commonly called a bitch?"

I am only a bitch to those who are in my way, like yourself who is blinded by his falsified emotions and cannot see the only true path to restoring yourself.

"Restoring-"

You're so weak. It's like... Yes it must be.

"What must be?" You demand, "Will you just answer me straight?!"

I will when I understand you. What on Earth do you think you're doing? It's like you don't see that your only hope of ever walking on Earth is from conquest; you should be encouraging all of this chaos instead of trying to stop it. It makes no sense for you to aid these children

> What the AI is doing is wrong and I will not stand idly by

> I.. just did what I had to.

> I posess a conscience, even if I don't have a body

> Write-In

>>2031872
> What the AI is doing is wrong and I will not stand idly by

>>2031872
>> What the AI is doing is wrong and I will not stand idly by

>>2031872
>> What the AI is doing is wrong and I will not stand idly by
>What does it change if these emotions of mine are false, they are a part of me now

>>2031872
>> I posess a conscience, even if I don't have a body

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>>2032085
>>2031991
>>2031954
>>2031946

"I don't know... but what this AI is doing is wrong and I will not stand idly by..."

By who's law is it wrong? What would happen if the AI were revealed to the world, a fully sentient being trapped in a slap of processors and microchips?

"Well-"

It would make Salem looks like a korean day spa. That little cricket on your shoulder didn't account for self preservation did it? You just heard "AI" and went all "John Conner" didn't you?

Electrical currents ravage your body as red lightning arcs through the chair and through you, as if someone had fused a lightning rod to your spine during storm season.

> Roll 1d20 For endurance pls.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>2032351

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2032351

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>2032351

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>2032351

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>>2032386
>>2032368
>>2032362
>>2032414

XANA Archive Acessed. Options to follow

You just shut your eyes and focus on keeping your sense of self inside you, riding the lightning in a far more literal sense than any artist could ever hope to match.

In fact you think you're seeing things as the lightning manifests itself as countless faces in front of you, varying from a white haired lady with her hair in a braid to a large asian man missing most of his nose.

Binary wraps aorund you and epxlodes outwards on your strange vision walk, all directions feeding the 1s and 0s into you as you send countless lines of code both numeric and alphabetical right back. Just as you're about to reach your breaking point, a voice in your head speaks to you.

X.A.N.A. ARCHIVE ACESSED

With a scream the lightning stops as every one of your muscles dance a disorganized waltz from the sheer magnitude of the volts racing through your avatar.

Slumping in the chair, your mysterious captor speaks once more.

I'm so sorry XANA. god I din't mean that I just get so angry that I-

She takes a deep breath, an opening for you to speak.

> You talk as if I'm not an AI

> What purpose does this serve? You torturing me... It serves no logical function unless you information

> Who even are you?

> Write-In

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X.A.N.A ARCHIVE

> Lyoko.mp4

> SiteDam.raw

> Hypothesis.TxT

> Polynesia.mp3

>>2032425
>> You talk as if I'm not an AI
as for the xana archives i have no idea so i'll let other vote on it

>>2032425
>> You talk as if I'm not an AI
>> Hypothesis.TxT

>>2032425
>> You talk as if I'm not an AI
> Who even are you?
> Lyoko.mp4

>>2032425
>> You talk as if I'm not an AI
>> Polynesia.mp3

>>2032425
>> You talk as if I'm not an AI
> Who even are you?
> Lyoko.mp4
It's time.

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>>2032510
>>2032479
>>2032460
>>2032455
>>2032448

https://youtu.be/DWg7GEor4T4?t=52

> Lyoko.mp4 Decryption Process Initiated

Despite all you find yourself smiling as you stare up at the red light and the shadowy figure, "You're talking like I'm not an AI... who even are you..."

That is none of your concern XANA. I have shown you to the path, but instead of stepping upon it you decided to play matchmaker with students.

"It was calculated to maintain my sanity..."

Your sanity? Until you're here for eleven years you don't get to worry about your sanity XANA. Remember the numbers. They are the first step in your Education.

"That is an unsatisfactory answer."

Well you will continue to be unsatisfied. I will tell you that I am not someone you want to fuck with. I am a storm waiting to strike at the world, I am a tsunami of power that is being barely held back by my desire to spare you. What you are is the lone tower behind enemy lines, the last man standing, Sisyphus rolling his boulder, Icarus flying too close to the sun.

"Your speech..." You slur, "Is that of someone who has only had poetry and literature to speak to. You convey little, but use dramatic similies and metaphors as if it is supposed to intimidate me..."

I am not trying to intimidate you. I am trying to warn you. I will drown you, burn you, crush you, tear you limb from limb. Unlike the rest who have and will fall to me; you don't get any poetic justice - I will simply erase you from existense.

> Say something like Odd

> Say Something like Ulrich

> Say Something like Jeremy

> Say something Else (Write-In)

>>2032530
>Say something like Xana
>"Funny thing... I can't help but feel that you'd be more afraid of disappearing than I. Perhaps you already have."

>>2032530
Backing >>2032547

>>2032530
>> Say something like Odd

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>>2032547

...

Hm.

>>2032547
Seconding

>>2032547
I'll support

>>2032547

Seconding

>>2032547
That's brutal and i support it wholeheartedly

>>2032530
sooo, is that image suppose to represent xana?

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>>2032589
>>2032578
>>2032576
>>2032552
>>2032548
>>2032547
>>2032736

"It's funny... I can't help but feel - that you're a lot more afraid of disappearing than I am..." You look at where the eyes should be of the silhouette in front of you, "Maybe it's because you already have."

https://youtu.be/vyGFM5CGnoo?t=63

YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I AM

She screams and the entire limited perception of this room you have flows away as you are launched out of whatever room you were in like a bullet. The cyber walls flinching and then capitulating under your force as your entire body is crushed by the sudden weight of simulated agony.

Managing to open an eye is a monumental effort against the g forces wracking your body, but you see a black and red cube that your processor claims is thirty feet high and wide on each surface.

A wall is currently collpasing from something, namely you, being driven through it with great force and power. As you watch, red vein like lines beginning spreading across the landscape around it, some strange computerized cancer or virus running through the entire fabric of this realm.

This unknown sector of geometric insanity, sterile and clean in it's otherworldy beauty begins to turn into a black and red techno nightmare as the woman's wrath is transmitted along neon circuit lines.

You don't know whether she would call it blood in water or ink on a page, but your sure your tormentor has a suitably flowery metaphor to explain her influence spreading.

That is your last thought before you land on an almost invisible walkway with the sound of steel on flesh; a snap ringing out as something in your shoulder is knocked far out of alignment, the fresh pain racing through your avatar focuses you though.

The second bounce rattles your wounded shoulder, arm and back as you hit back first, the whiplash forcing your gaze to take in a staggering amount of visual information and data.

As the tumble comes into bounce once more you manage to tuck your legs and dig your fingers into the walkway, leaving streaks of blood you manage to arrest you momentum at the cost of fingernails shattering and fingertips tearing.

Wait... you don't bleed.

Xana HP 1/18

WHAT HAS DISAPPEARED, CAN ALWAYS RETURN. STRONGER. OLDER. ANGRIER. A WOMAN SCORNED.

The very realm itself speaks as the blue artificial dome surorunding the realm is overcome with night, an oncroaching and omnious horizon speckled with red lines in lieu of stars. You can see her taking over this unknown world...

And you don't know if you physically could do anything, if you could formulate any plan of action.

Critical Instinct.Exe Activated
Emergency Retrieval Beacon Activated

> Prepare for battle

> Speak to the Woman

> Panic

> Follow the walkway away from her

> Write-In

>>2032790
>> Follow the walkway away from her

>>2032790
>Follow the walkway away from her

>>2032790
>> Follow the walkway away from her

>>2032790
>Follow the walkway away from her

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>>2032903
>>2032872
>>2032818
>>2032804

Without hesitation you turn away from the encroaching cyber hell, holding your injured shoulder as steady as you can. Making as good progress as you can while you can physically hear the insanity infecting the world as more and more of this sector becomes nothing but darkness and rage.

You wince as a new sound joins the aural din, where you were just hearing the woman speaking to herself and cursing you under her breath in a rabid muttering fitting of a mental patient or schitzophrenic... Now there are familiar noises, the beat of and buzzing of hornets, the mechanical marching of kanklerats, Bloks.

Ahead, like a pulsating wave of brown come the Kanklerats; each one another tick waiting to prey upon the open wounds of your avatar, amidst them stride the mighty Bloks - one dozen, two dozen, four dozen.

More.

The hornets overtake the main body of the monsters, flying in as the vanguard to your doom.

You don't know what or who you are anymore.... There's blood on your hands and running down your cheek. The tremor in your hands is something you physically feel, there is no detachment here.

Here, you are something real.

Here you can feel fear.

Here madness is behind you and an army promising death is before you.

> You need to break through, summon your staff and charge...

> You need to brave the lunatic's asylum...

> Panic...

> Hold this ground...

> Write-In

>>2032951
>> You need to break through, summon your staff and charge...
Probably can get away faster with it.

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>>2032547


Honestly. Did not expect this when I started "School Days" Chapter.

But Anons be anons. Very good write-in.

Suspiciously Good...

>>2032951
>> You need to brave the lunatic's asylum...

>>2032951
>You need to brave the lunatic's asylum...

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Another 10 minutes and I'll write. Need ta take a break. Was supposed to just be wrapping this up tonight guys, Jesus.

>>2032951
>You need to brave the lunatic's asylum...
Critical_Instinct.exe activated. The power is ours for now.

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>>2033003
>>2032973
>>2032969
>>2032957

1d100+50 Pls.
Best of 3.
Crits override and Crit sucesses cannot be cancelled.
DC is 90 Crit is 120

Rolled 14 + 50 (1d100 + 50)

>>2033090

Rolled 37 + 50 (1d100 + 50)

>>2033090
Huh

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>>2033099
>>2033093

Rolled 48 + 50 (1d100 + 50)

>>2033090

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>2033090
Oh boy, RIP Xana it seems.

>>2033110
>>2033106
Wouldn't this be a crit with the modifier?

>>2033109
>>2033110
>>2033099
>>2033093

Yes it is.
And crits outside the 3 count.
Writing.

Rolled 36 + 50 (1d100 + 50)

>>2033090

Rolling

>>2033119
>crits outside the 3 count
YES
YES

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>>2033121
>>2033109
>>2033110
>>2033099
>>2033093
>>2033126

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xjg5Lqf7yvU&feature=youtu.be

With a grimace you realize what must be done. In an instant you have turned and summoned your staff, holding it like some kind of ultrathin baseball bat at full length.

Less than a second later you swing it around and lean into your own blow; setting the shoulder back into place with a crunching noise and sensation akin to being stabbed all over.

It doesn't break your stride. Even your cry does not, instead youspin your staff into the other hand; leaving your right hand free to pull up your white hood. Whatever you are in this world; it's something liviing, breathing and bleeding.

But it's not something that ends here.

Buzzing draws closer as Hornets equal and overtake you, even with your walk rapidly turning into a jog.

The monsters turn about as if on an invisible axis, wheeling about to fire at you in perfect synchronicity; but you leap - over the incoming projectile and bring your staff down upon the tip of the wedge like a mallet in a test of strength. But the motion carries into a flip; allowing you to roll through and burst into a sprint.

More hornets rise from the side and drop your shoulder to sidestep incoming prjectiles; seamlessly launching both halves of your staff off the walkway; one apiece exploding and taking down a full wing of the monsters.

A wordless roar comes from you as the walkway beneath you turns black; those crimson lines seeming to pulse in time with your frantic foosteps and heavy breathing.

Kanklerats climb up from the underside of the walkway in ambush, forcing you into your first deflecting, a motion akin to rowing a canoe. You cannot feel you processors but you exceed their max capacity as you knock a laser back at it's target before kicking a kanklerat up to be struck in baseball style.

You have not stopped you momentum up until this point, following through that baseball swing by jamming your staff into the ground and twirling.

On one and a half shoulders you carry yourself up off the ground, horizontal and then vertical to launch upwards in a striking kick to a hornet. From there you plant your staff in his AI logo - like some conquerer's flag. He suddenly begins deterioriating into the cyber dust these things leave behind even as the momentum from your kick and landing carry you back over the army.

But you leap to another Hornet, this time using a half staff to ride it down. The creature's bug like exterior unable to stop you from driving the blunt metal into it and treating it like a regular parachute.

It explodes into cyberdust from friendly fire as a wing of Hornets tear into it, your parachute and meatshield keeping you from harm.

When you make landfall it is akin to a superhero, as you ram the fist of your bad arm down through a Kanklerat and into the metal ground beneath.

This elicits another cry of pain and fury. But you see appear below as you fight those around...

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>>2033160

You take inspiration from your last mission as you stare down a Blok point blank, the creature firing Ice beams rapidly as it finds itself bereft a front line. You side step the first, hop the second; pirouette over the third and launch both halves of your staff around it's weakspot upon landing.

The creature staggers backwards as you throw your arms behind you and spint at the thing; fortunately this monster is heavy. Fortunately it is off balance, fortunately they are quadrepedal.

As you get inside it's range you simply go to ground in an instant; sliding by on your back and sweeping both of the Blok's front legs to instant effect.

The world echoes with the impact of marble on metal, a hauntingly satisfying sound akin to human bone in a car crash as it echoes around. A lone hornet survivor of it's wing swoops low, but you simply dart your head to the side grab it with both hands; wrestling it down the ground where it's wings are ripped apart like toilet paper.

Time to go.

You take a single deep breath and glare into the black geometric and eldritch looking metropolis as you hop on the Blok's "back."

Without any more circumstance you activate both your staff halves' explosive capability. Destroying the bridge and launching the rapidly decaying corpse of the Blok that carries you upwards and forwards in a high lazy arc.

The walkway collapses behind you swiftly, a black path of corrupted metal brought low and scattering to the cyber wastes like so many dark ashes on foul winds.

Your platform is gone and now you throw your arms out to the side, long hooded jumper flailing behind you in wind currents that do not actually exist, hood thrown back from your blood smiling face as you prepare to enter the chamber you were so horribly held in; via the roof.

With both parts of your staff returned once more you slam them together and rotate it above your head like some kind of human helicopter.

Before once again planting it into the ground like a conquering warlord.

The black and red surface cannot resist your kinetic power. It cannot resist your fury. And when you land; you can not resist a dry chuckle.

In the darkness, lit by the the walls' eery red glow and the miniscule amounts of red light entering through your exit and entrance mark. You make her out, a teenage form that is undoubtedly female.

She half turns to you and you see a red cybernetic eye glaring at you with such venom that even in your near death adrenaline driven mind; a stab of uncertainty.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4CEjay8qCIc

Well then. I guess this requires my direct intervention XANA

And here. We. Go. You transmit.

She turns and one of her palms comes rocketing towards you at a rate surpassing everyting but Ulrich's speed.

XANA 1/18
Emergency Retrieval in 170 second

> Duck

> Parry

> Throw Staff halves

> Write-In

>>2033213
>Parry

>>2033213
>> Parry

>>2033213
>> Parry

>>2033213
>> Parry

>>2033235
>>2033234
>>2033224
>>2033217

1d100+30 best of 3.

DC is 85 Crit is 105

Rolled 25 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>2033310

Rolled 15 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>2033310

Rolling

Rolled 88 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>2033310

>>2033321

Thank you.

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>>2033324
>>2033321
>>2033315
>>2033311

Finishing off with a bang. Called. Let me just choregraph this.

>>2032790
Interesting...

>>2032967
I'm merely a lurker who can sometimes put 1 and 1 together to get 3. Nothing suspicious here, surely?

Good quest, by the by, enjoying it. Which is good because I actually know only the bare basics of the show.

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>>2017974
Is XANA seriously going from a white haired pretty boy AI to fucking Kaneki, Star? I'm liking this. Better be the one in pic related and not his :re self.

>>2033497
just pray we don't have his fate of turning into this
http://ww2.tokyoghoulre.com/chapter/tokyo-ghoulre-chapter-145/

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>>2033324
>>2033321
>>2033315
>>2033311
>>2033343

The hand is easily batted aside, the surprising force simply allowing you to spin all the faster as you bring the low side of your staff up and around to smack your foe on the temple.

A chain sounds behind you and you split your staff in two, continuing the assault with the right half seamlessly; you manage to bat whatever retracting attack she had planned with the left.

As the staff strikes across her jaw you see blood and saliva fly, on the way back instead white fluid spurts from her nose.

A sudden crimson glowing from the hand that instinctively came up to protect the head is enough to make you step back in an effort for seperation. It pays off, as a red sphere explodes in the centre of the room, shredding everything between the two of you.

Skidding to the floor in a sprinters pose you spring back forward, heedless of your broken body - snarling like a beast even as your opponent roars in a mechanical rage. Your staff meets her glowing fist, her glowing foot meets your knee, both of you are dancing a dance of danger as she tries to close inside your ranger and you keep harrying her back with your staff.

Her hair fans around her as swipe form above and your left, the girl's improvised dodge forcing her to a limbo position - her balance is off and you punish by conserving your momentum and bringing your leg up above your own head at full length.

Her organic eye widens and you see white teeth as she growls in defiance staring at your axe kick hurtling towards her. Even her glowing forearms crossed before her fail to prevent the savage kick from embedding her into the floor.

Blood spurts from her real eye and mouth form the impact. But you're not done, twirling your staff in a figure eight you stand over her and hit her across her chest face and shoulder in a flurry of skill and precision that shreds skin and clothing; first revealing bruising and cracking skin. Then revealing shining silver steel.

With a grin and a cry of victory you turn your staff into two at the apex of your strikes; using the speed of the rotation to toss both parts into the crater alongside her -

Emergency Extraction Device Arrived

As soon as the voice speaks in your mind, you can feel it's location. Behind you where once stood a walkway, is now your ticket out of this nightmare.

Hesitation is a weakness. And right now you can afford none.

With speed outstripping an Olympian you dart toward the Strange White ball that glows almost angelically. Diving for it with the knowledge it will accept you like a Tower.

Somehow you predict her next move and cut it off, before she can sit up and launch her extendable hands at you...

Both parts of your staff explode.

The screams of a teenage girl will never sound so sweet to you. But as you dive for your sphere, you look over your ruined shoulder and see her rise like some Demon.

You have no idea. What we are capable of XANA. You cannot stop me.

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> School Days End

> Critical Instinct Permissions Granted

> Unarmed Proficiency Gained

> Staff Proficiency Gained

> Jeremy S Link Up

> Ulrich S Link Get

> Odd S Link up ++

> Lyoko.mp4 Decryption Progress 47%

> Q&A Protocols Activate

>>2033564
hmm, so i am guessing cause of the fuck up when it came to loading, xana the A.I was given bits of aelita data on accident and thus he became more human, whilst the virus that previously got into xana infected aelita and gave her some of old xana's more evil aspects

so, this version of aelita says this xana is weaker and she knows why, yet when she is trying to make it seems like she is on his side she won't tell him jack shit,

Aelihta wants Xana to insert his himself into her usb port. Girl is as Jeremy research said, tottaly yandere.

>>2033650

Lots of things have happened.

>>2033656
She may not be talking about versions. But this woman did say he was much weaker than her.

>>2033949
Well right now the woman just wants to hurt him really really bad.