>>2092597
>Onishi Kana (F)
>You are in detention. Those teachers don’t know how to take a joke. [Spirit +/Physical +/Social -]

>>2092597
>Suzuki Akira (M)
>In the Student Council room. All that paperwork is so dull. [Social +/Spirit +/Physical -]

>>2092597
>Onishi Kana (F)
>You are on the roof. The only way to get away from your classmates and daydream in peace. [Spirit ++/ Social +/Physical -/ Smarts -]
Gotta go Spirited

>>2092597
>Suzuki Akira (M)
>In the Student Council room. All that paperwork is so dull. [Social +/Spirit +/Physical -]
We are the Prez

>>2092597
>Onishi Kana (F)
>You are in the locker room. You must have dozed off after practice. [Physical +/Social +/Smarts -]

>>2092597

>Goto Goro (M)
>You are in detention. Those teachers don’t know how to take a joke. [Spirit +/Physical +/Social -]

Gotta have that protagonist name alliteration

>>2092597
>>Suzuki Akira (M)
>In the Student Council room. All that paperwork is so dull. [Social +/Spirit +/Physical -]

>>2092597
>>Goto Goro (M)
>>You are in detention. Those teachers don’t know how to take a joke. [Spirit +/Physical +/Social -]
GOGOGO!

>>2092597

>Suzuki Akira (M)
>In the Student Council room. All that paperwork is so dull. [Social +/Spirit +/Physical -]

No idea what this is, but I'm curious

>>2092597
Onishi Kana (F)
Library

>>2092597
>>Onishi Kana (F)
>You are in the library. Studying for your next test. [Smarts +/ Social +/ Physical -]

>>2092597
>>Onishi Kana (F)
>>You are in detention. Those teachers don’t know how to take a joke. [Spirit +/Physical +/Social -]

>>2092597
>Onishi Kana (F)
>You are in detention. Those teachers don’t know how to take a joke. [Spirit +/Physical +/Social -]

>>2092598
>>2092601
>>2092610
>>2092611
>>2092618
>>2092626
>>2092627
>>2092628
Onishi Kana the female delinquent wins. Writing now.

>>2092639

Guess I won't be here after all

Don't get me wrong, I only keep away from femprotag quests due to yurifags popping up more than people with AIDS in Africa

>>2092644
To be fair, it is as common as harems. Quest MC are almost always either a straight male with too much pussy after him for no reason like in our animes, or a lesbian

>>2092644
>avoiding femprotags
You're really missing out on some good stuff (ie. Hitomi from jojo quest)

>>2092644
What if we all mutually agree to be a straight woman? Not saying we will, but it could happen.

>>2092656
Yeah but yurifags are worse than haremfags.

>>2092656

It's true, if anons are gonna go for a femc. They need to take into account husbandos as well as waifus instead of just going straight for being a lesbian.

>>2092661

There's only one JoJo quest that I've ever followed, and I'll patiently await that one's return.

>>2092669
Okay I agree with this

>>2092674
As I said, you're really missing out

>>2092669

I'll stick around then, but the moment yurifags start popping up I'm either going to back out or I'm going to persecute them like the inquisition

Because I can agree with this anon >>2092671

>>2092639
"Kana-chan! You promised you'd come with me to bakery today! Why'd you have to do that to the teacher? If we miss out on the cherry buns, I'm holding your responsible." The boy at the door folds his arms and stares at you with a pouting expression.

Your neighbor and eternal pain in your side, Yamada Koichi... You've known him since you were kids. He might be your age, but you view him more like a younger brother. His sensitive nature always left him vulnerable to bullies, thus it became your job to beat them away and keep his stuffing on the inside where it belongs. Plus, his mom always treated you to free pastries from their bakery uptown.

You finally are able to free yourself from the prison of a school and quickly walk beside your eager childhood friend.

"So, Kana-chan..." He starts with a wide smile on his face, "Did you the dream again?"

>"Yeah. I was just about to beat the snot out of that Lord Peril when you woke me up."
>"Yeah. I was just about to save the Princess when you woke me up!"
>"Uh... Yeah, but tone it down. I have an image to maintain, you know."
>"Er... N-no way. Those fairytale dreams are for babies."

>>2092687
>"Yeah. I was just about to beat the snot out of that Lord Peril when you woke me up.">"Yeah. I was just about to beat the snot out of that Lord Peril when you woke me up."

>>2092687
>"Er... N-no way. Those fairytale dreams are for babies."

Yes, this option amuses me.

>>2092687
>>"Uh... Yeah, but tone it down. I have an image to maintain, you know."
A surprisingly sensitive delinquent.

>>2092687
>"Uh... Yeah, but tone it down. I have an image to maintain, you know."
Baka

>>2092687
>"Uh... Yeah, but tone it down. I have an image to maintain, you know."

>>2092687

>"You tell me, did you somehow get telepathy Yama?"

>>2092687
>"Uh... Yeah, but tone it down. I have an image to maintain, you know."

>>2092694
This

>>2092687
>"Uh... Yeah, but tone it down. I have an image to maintain, you know."

>>2092687
>>"Er... N-no way. Those fairytale dreams are for babies."

>>2092696
>>2092697
>>2092698
>>2092699
>>2092711

"Uh... Yeah, but tone it down. I have an image to maintain, you know." Your brow furrows as you quickly check your immediate area for prying ears. You let out a small sigh as there's no one you can see around you. You're a bit annoyed at how loudly timid little Yama can just blab about your dreams. That's a bit personal to you.

"You tell me. Did you somehow get telepathy when I wasn't looking, Yama." You place your hands on your hips as you chastise him. His smiles shrinks sheepishly as he lowers his volume a little.

"Oh come on! You always used to tell me about Märchen when we were kids! Just because we're in high school now doesn't mean that has to stop!" You sigh again at his persistence. "So? What happened this time?" You inform your enraptured audience of one about your escapades in dreamland.

"I wish I could have dreams like those. It sounds so exciting! All I ever dream of is being chased by giant cartons of sour milk." He complains as the two of you round the corner. You tense up as you notice two figures standing between you and the bakery.

You recognize them as Takeda and Kirishima. Two Second year boys who have a thing for picking on Yama. No matter how many times you have to send the packing, they always come back for more. They have oddly large grins on their faces today.

>"The fuck do you dorks want?" [Spirit]
>"Can I help you?" [Social]
>"Let's just cross the street. I don't feel like fighting today." [Smarts]
>The only talking I do with these assholes is with my fists! [Physical]

>>2092758
>The only talking I do with these assholes is with my fists! [Physical]

>>2092758

>"The fuck do you dorks want?" [Spirit]

YOU TRYIN TO HIT ON US YOU TWATS?

>>2092763
I second this

>>2092758
>>"Can I help you?" [Social]

>>2092758
>>"The fuck do you dorks want?" [Spirit]

>>2092758
>"The fuck do you dorks want?" [Spirit]

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>>2092758
>The only talking I do with these assholes is with my fists! [Physical]

>>2092758
>>"The fuck do you dorks want?" [Spirit]

>>2092767
>>2092772
>>2092773
>>2092778
I think I'm going to be speeding up voting times to 5 minutes rather that 15.

Beating them down with your Delinquent Spirit!
Roll me 1d10! Taking best of 5.

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>2092791

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>2092791
Fate don't fail us.

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>2092791

Eat my shit

Rolled 4, 1 = 5 (2d10)

>>2092791
Ignore me.

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>2092791

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>2092791

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>2092791

>>2092806
That 10 at the last second! Writing!

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>2092791

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>>2092803
>>2092806

Sigh... You really didn't want to deal with these fools today. You place yourself in front of Yama, crack your stiff neck, and pop your knuckles. Your delinquent face must be at the top of its game as you watch the smiles quickly melt off of these two clowns.

"The fuck do you want?" You growl through clenched teeth. Takeda stammers for a second, trying to collect himself, but Kirishima just bolts then and there. His abandoned friend looks around in a panic before following his pal back to whatever hole they crawled out of.

"Wow Kana-chan! You didn't even have to do anything this time!" Yama cheers for you loudly. You allow yourself a smirk at his praise. It feels good to know that the worms remember their place.

Now to the important part: those Cherry buns. Yama's mother seemed to anticipate your tardiness and has saved a bun for both of you. She doesn't seem to approve of your aggressive style, but she appreciates you watching out for her little Koichi.

You and Yama, with half-eaten buns in hand, find your way to the park, sitting at your usual bench.

"Say, Kana-chan," Yama starts, "Do you... do you think Märchen is real?"

"What?" You can't stop yourself from exclaiming in surprise.

"No! I mean... You've dreamed about every night for as long as I've known you. It has to mean something, right?"

>"The only thing it means is that I should stop eating right before bed."
>"Definitely. There's definitely a Märchen. One day I'll find it and prove to the world its real."
>"I... don't know. I haven't really put any thought into it. Dreams are dreams, aren't they?"

>>2092843
>>"The only thing it means is that I should stop eating right before bed."

>>2092843
>>"The only thing it means is that I should stop eating right before bed."
I just love the idea of a delinquent girl who feels the need to compensate for her constant chuuni dreams.

>>2092843
>"The only thing it means is that I should stop eating right before bed."

>>2092843
>"The only thing it means is that I should stop eating right before bed."

>>2092852
>>2092853
>>2092855
>>2092857
Dream crushing commencing!

>>2092843
The only thing it means is that I should stop eating dick before bed

>>2092866
You furrow your brow again. What a troublesome question. You've always cherished Yama's childlike wonder. It was a treasure you always thought you had to protect, but... sometimes it was just plain idiotic.

"The only thing it means is that I should stop eating right before bed." You retort dryly before taking another bite of your bun. "Märchen is nothing more than..." You let your sentence die in your throat as you see the downcast look on Yama's face.

"I see. You're right, Kana-chan." He look up at you with a sad smile. "It's just... the way you describe it makes it sound so cool! I wish we could visit it together." Ah shit, he's doing that thing where he gets all sentimental.

>Comfort him.
>Reaffirm reality.
>Say nothing.
>Change the subject.

>>2092886
>Comfort him.
>Reaffirm reality.

>>2092886
Tell him to stop being so autistic
What a beta

>>2092886
>>Change the subject.
Delinquent girl not equipped to deal with feelings, let alone a boy on the verge of tears.

>>2092886
>Comfort him.
>Reaffirm reality.

Well this kid is clearly not a husband worth considering.

>>2092886
>>Change the subject.

>>2092886
>Change the subject.

>>2092898
Only a strong warrior can marry us

>>2092896
>>2092902
>>2092904
"Not dealing with this conversation right now" wins. Writing

>>2092916
You hate it when he does this kind of thing. You want to tell him that fairies and things like that only exist in your dreams. You wish you could take him into that beautiful and fantastic world, but that just isn't possible. Not in real life. You steel yourself and prepare to teach the boy a lesson from the school of hard knocks.

Opening your mouth, you say, "I think your mom is using a new filling recipe. The cherries taste even sweeter than before." Shit. That wasn't it. Looks like you aren't ready to destroy his naive smile just yet.

"Huh? O-Oh yeah, I guess so." Yama blinks and sticks out his tongue to taste filling again. "I'll have to ask her about the new recipe!" He smiles widely again at you.

"Its getting late, Yama. I'll see you at school tomorrow." You dismiss your friend and get up off the bench. He waves goodbye as you walk yourself home. The rest of the night is rather hum-drum. You mother and father talk about their work and gossip about their coworkers and friends before getting drunk and passing out in front of the television. You put the two of them to bed, clean table and take a quick bath.

As you make your way to bed, a cold shiver runs up your spine. Like a sliver of metal tracing your backbone from your ass to your skull. You turn around ready to deck whatever the hell is doing that, but there's nothing behind you. It must have been your imagination running away with you. It used to do that when you were little. Back when you fully bought into this Märchen dream.

You finally lay down in bed and quickly fade away into dreamland. Rather than the wonderful pastel fields of Märchen or the dramatic keep of Lord Peril, you see...

A smokey black void. In the center is a large silver gate with twin chains preventing it from opening. Gargoyles guard it on either side. Above the doors, a round clown's face with plus-shaped eyes sticks its tongue out at you.

You think you can hear voices echoing through the haze. Its difficult, but you think you can make it out.

>Roll a 1d10

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>2092953

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>>2092953
I forgot the image.

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>2092953

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>2092953

>>2092953
dice+1d10

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>2092953

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>2092963
sorry, wrong place

>>2092956
Its a good thing I'm not counting critfails... yet. Writing!

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>2092953

>>2092955

>>2092974
You strain yourself and are able to make out the gist of things. There are two voices. One is definitely female and the other... maybe another woman? A young boy? You're having a hard time telling. They seem to be discussing something urgently. The first voice sounds even toned, almost condescending. The second one, you're pretty sure its a younger boy now, he seems to be agitated by the woman's tone.

"...We just need one! That'll even the odds!" He says.

"Oh~? Then... you're willing to use it anyway? The Gatekeeper was so hard to find. You'll only have one shot at this. Your champion might not even be that good." The woman warns the boy.

"If the champion isn't up to the challenge then we've changed nothing. I have to try. For the sake of Märchen. Awaken Gatekeeper Pierot! Find us a champion from another world! Save Märchen! We rest out hopes on you and your chosen!" The gate fades away into the fog as you roll out of your futon and onto the cold wooden floor.

>Rationalize it.
>Dwell on it.
>Eat toast.

>>2093000
>Eat toast.
nom nom

>>2093000
>>Eat toast.

>>2093000
>eat toast

>>2093000
>>Eat toast.
Zero fucks given.

>>2093000
>>Rationalize it.

>>2093005
>>2093008
>>2093013
>>2093016
Onishi has mastered the art of don't think about it right now. Writing.

>>2093022
You take a deep breath as you rise to your feet. You feel tired. More tired than when you had gone to bed. Stupid clown dream... At least your mom had the decency to prepare you a continental breakfast before you had to go to school. You have plenty of time and you patiently consume your meal. Nope. Not gonna think about it. No sir! You're not concerned by any silly Märchen Clown gate dreams. Not you!

You get to your usual spot where you meet Yama and wait for him. And wait.

And wait.

And wait.
Something isn't right. Yama is rarely late, and even then only by a couple minutes. He's a whole 15 minutes behind schedule. Completely unlike him. If he was sick, his mother would have come to tell you so you wouldn't be worried.

>Worry.
>Try not to worry. Worry anyway.
>Panic.
>Start running.

>>2093022
Who cares about being the hero of a fantasy world when you can just eat toast

>>2093029
in order
>Worry.
>Try not to worry. Worry anyway.
>Panic.
>Start running.

>>2093029
>Start running.
No one fucks with our nakama

>>2093029
>Try not to worry. Worry anyway.
>Start running.

>>2093029
>>Start running.
Initiate ass kicking protocol

>>2093029
Don't worry and just wait while eating more toast

>>2093029
>>Worry.
>>Try not to worry. Worry anyway.
>>Panic.
>>Start running.

>>2093029
>>Start running.
Time to be proactive.

>>2093039
agreed

>>2093029
He's fine. You shouldn't worry. He can take care of himself. Well, really you've been doing that for him. And those bullies sure looked pleased to see him before you stepped in. They know he's your friend and an easy target. If they staked him out before you got there...

Oh... your legs are moving rather fast aren't they? And... are you screaming? No it's more like roaring like an angry lion. You watch as other school children fling themselves out of your way as if you were an 18-wheeler barreling down the sidewalk. By the time you reach the school yard, you are starting to work up a light sweat. You yell even louder, calling out the names of the two bullies from the previous day. You receive no answer but the silent, concerned stares of other students. One of them directs you to the left side of the school with their eyes.

You stomp your way there, starting to overhear the rotten apples mocking your dear friend.

"Haha! Tell it again! Marching or whatever it's called."

"I-its... M-Märch-" You hear Yama cough and cry as a soft thumping sound interrupts him.

"I don't really care what its called. It's dumb baby story! I bet your Oni-chan made it up for you so you'd stop crying on her! What a wimp."

"I don't know, Takeda, I bet she's crazy enough she really believes it! And creepy little Yama's egging her on to protect himself."

"Don't! Don't pick on Kana-chan!" He tries to protest, only to be met with a wet sounding thump.

>Intervene.
>Destroy.
>Wait it out.
>Murder.
>Bring down the Thunder!

>>2093066
>>Destroy.
>Murder.
>Bring down the Thunder!
>RIP AND TEAR UNTIL IT IS DONE!

>>2093066
>Destroy.
>Murder.
>Bring down the Thunder!

>>2093066
>>Murder.
Beat the shit out of them for hurting our friend.

>>2093066
>>Destroy.
>>Murder.
>>Bring down the Thunder!

These dumbasses can't even begin to comprehend the kind of asskicking they're about to receive

>>2093066
Murder
Actual murder no hyperbole

>>2093069
>>2093070
>>2093078
>>2093079
>>2093081
Some people say violence isn't the answer. Kana isn't one of them. Writing.

>>2093066
>>Murder.

>>2093084
You've always heard of the expression of being mad enough to "See Red" but you always thought it was just that. You had no idea that it could really happen if you achieved this level of absolute fury.

"T-takeda? Do you... feel that?" You hear Kirishima's voice waver as your body moves around the corner. The two of them turn and horror quickly washes over then as you radiate your violent feelings.

"W-Wait a second, Onishi-san! It It was a joke! He's fine! See?" Kirishima tried to pull the unconscious Yama to his feet. The dead weight makes it difficult. You glance down and see a string of bloody spit drip from his limp jaw. Motherfuckers broke his jaw. The boy quickly drops your friend seeing as it only proved to agitate you further.

Takeda, managing to hold onto the fight side of his fight of flight, swings his metal bat at you out of fear.

>Roll 2d10

Rolled 5, 9 = 14 (2d10)

>>2093114

Rolled 9, 3 = 12 (2d10)

>>2093114

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Rolled 10, 9 = 19 (2d10)

>>2093114
They dead.

Rolled 10, 5 = 15 (2d10)

>>2093114

Rolled 2, 3 = 5 (2d10)

>>2093114

>>2093125
They most certainly are with those rolls!

Rolled 2, 7 = 9 (2d10)

>>2093114

>>2093125
You glare with pure, undiluted anger at the boy as your hand moves to intercept the speeding metal object. With almost no effort, you halt its momentum in it's entirety, making a hand-sized dent along the hollow, aluminum shaft. Takeda drops the blunt instrument as the terror consumes them both, their legs turning to jelly and their pants undergoing a particularly wet color change.

You flip the bat around in your hand, measuring it's weight before clubbing it against the ribcage of Kirishima. A sickening cracking noise rides under the metallic clang of the bad and the howls of pain from the high schooler.

"You did this." You manage to murmur through gritted teeth. "You have no one to blame for this but yourselves. You could leave an innocent kid alone. You had to hurt him and mock him. This is your retribution for your sins!" You voice crescendos as you raise the bat above your head with both arms, aiming to bring it down onto Takeda's right knee. He's supposed to run for track later this week, but looks like torturing a classmate was too important for this bully. Hopefully the track team has more mercy than you.

As you begin your downswing, the sound of snapping metal shatters your battle trance. You blow lands, but you don't hear the sound of breaking bones or howls of pain. In fact, you can't hear anything. You blink your eyes and where Takeda and Kirishima were is nothing but darkness and fog. You look around some more and find that Yama is with you in this void. He starts to stir for the first time since you've seen him today.

"Onishi Kana..." A voice emanates from in front of you and Yama. The Clown gate thing that you'd seen in your dream last night appears. Its chains broken and the doors tremble with the boom, yet shrill voice of the clown head. "You have been summoned."

>Step in front of Yama
>Ignore the door and check on Yama.
>Walk to the door.

>>2093181
>Ignore the door and check on Yama
Priorities

>>2093181
>>Step in front of Yama
Gotta protect our boy.

>>2093181
>Ignore the door and check on Yama.

>>2093181
>>Ignore the door and check on Yama.
>Bit busy come back later or wait

>>2093181
>>2093187
Changing my vote
>Ignore the door and check on Yama.
Gotta save our homeboy.

>>2093186
>>2093188
>>2093193
>>2093197

You've hurt the door's feelings. Writing.

>>2093200
Fuck that door, our boy is bleeding with a broken jaw. Priorities!

>>2093181
Ignore both yama and door in order to eat toast

>>2093206
agreed

>>2093200
"Yeah just a minute." You growl at the door as you lightly jog to the nearby Yama. He looks up at you, tear stains redden the sides of his eyes but yours are drawn to the blood staining the corner of his lips. With your jacket sleeve, you wipe it away as carefully as you can.

"I-Ignored..." The door's murmurs in its mysterious echo. You think you detect a hint of dejection.

"Yama? Can you hear me? Don't talk just nod." You give him stern questions to ascertain his lucidity. If he has a concussion...

"I can here you Kana-chan." He speaks anyway.

"Idiot! Follow directions! Your jaw should be broken!" You snap at him like a scolding mother.

"I'm fine, somehow." He weakly protests back. "I'm tougher than you give me credit for."

You blink at the thought of this. You've never let him get hurt since grade school.. You'd usually beat up the other kids if they so much as looked at him funny. Maybe you've been overprotective...

>Acknowledge the door.
>Ask Yama about what's happening.
>Tell Yama about last night's dream.

>>2093223
Is toast our coping mechanism?

>>2093229
>Ask Yama about what's happening.

>>2093229
>Acknowledge the door.
"The fuck's going on?"

>>2093230
Yes

>>2093229
>Tell Yama about last night's dream.
continue to ignore the door, tell him a story, hopefully he'll get some rest. Maybe tear off our sleeve and wrap up his head.

>>2093229
>>Acknowledge the door.
"Since when do doors have feelings?"

>>2093229
Ask yama for more toast

>>2093229
>>Acknowledge the door.
Alright, what's the deal here

>>2093236
Backing this

>>2093229
>Tell Yama about last night's dream.

>>2093237
>>2093240
What door?

>>2093229
>>Acknowledge the door.

>>2093229
>>Acknowledge the door.
Give up the deets or we'll punch you in the fa... doorknob?

>>2093247
>>2093240
>>2093237
>>2093233
Seeing what's up with the door. Writing

>>2093229
>>Acknowledge the door.

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>>2093255
After making sure Yama is fine, you finally spin around to face the door. To your surprise the clown face is looking directly at you. The moving silvery object catches you off guard for a second, but you regain your composure and start demanding some answers.

"The fuck is going on?! Since when to door have feelings?! Where did those assholes go? Where are we? If you don't start coughing up answers I swear I'll smash in that creepy clown face of yours." You shout at it defiantly. The gatekeeper simply tilts his head and opens his mouth slightly.

"Finally ready? Well, Onishi Kana, you have been summoned to Märchen." It answers you in its high but foreboding voice. "The number of people who may cross has been determined as..." A silvery claw lifts from its resting place atop the doorframe, rolling a large six-sided die along the darkness you assume to be ground. As it thunders to a stop, a single skull shines off the top face. "One. Only one may enter through the Gate. And that one is you Onishi Kana."

You look back at Yama, who is now sitting up, staring at the gate in absolute amazement. "Is... Is this Märchen?" He wonders aloud.

"I am afraid not, child." The clown responds. "This is merely a space between your world and Märchen. You have but a few moments to say your farewells." Yama looks frightened for a moment at the prospect of your departure, then saddened.

"Aw man, I really wanted to see it."

>Protest about leaving Yama
>Protest about not getting a choice on going or not.
>Make a promise to Yama
>Give Yama a farewell hug

>>2093125
PRAISE BE TO GUTS

>>2093279
Offer up Yama instead.
Also eat toast

>>2093279
>Make a promise to Yama
we'll come back. And while I would protest, taking him would be dangerous. best just get it over with

>>2093279
>>Make a promise to Yama
Just roll with the punches I guess.

>>2093279
>Protest about not getting a choice on going or not.
>Make a promise to Yama

The fuck kinda magical bullshit is this?

>>2093279
>Will I be able to get back?

>>2093279
>>Make a promise to Yama
I've gotta deal with some bullshit. Be right back

>>2093279
>Make a promise to Yama
"Have some sweets ready for when I'm back, okay?"

>>2093279
Ask door for something in return.
Can't go without ensuring a reward

>>2093279
>>Protest about not getting a choice on going or not.

>>2093299
Preferably toast

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>>2093289
>>2093290
>>2093291
>>2093297
>>2093298
>>2093302
Saying farewells and complaining the whole time. Writing.

>>2093306
>complaining the whole time

That's how we do

>>2093306
Damn straight.

>>2093306
Can we at least get some more toast?

>>2093318
"We came to kick ass and eat toast, and we are all out of toast!"

>>2093306
You ball your hand into a fist, take a step forward in an aggressive stance and shout at the stupid clown on top of the gate.

"THE FUCK KIND OF MAGICAL BULLSHIT IS THIS?! And what, do I not get a fucking choice in this?!" You grit your teeth and try to see if its possible to kill a door with just your glare.

"No." It answers matter-of-factly and reaches with one clawed arm to open the door it watches over. As it does so, you turn back to your childhood friend one last time. He is staring at you with a smile, but you see a resigned sadness behind his eyes.

"Tell me all about it when you get back, Kana-chan! I'll be waiting!" You see the beginning of tears starting to form at the corner of his eye.

No! Goddamnit! You aren't gonna cry. Not in front of Yama, and definitely not in front of some fucking weird-ass judgey door monster. You puff out your chest, turn around, look over your shoulder and give Yama the biggest, cockiest, most confident smile you can muster.

"Sure! As soon as I kick the ass of whoever called me, I'll come on back and tell about about Märchen. The real one."

The clown chuckles to itself as the door swings wide open. At first your blinded at the sudden burst of bright light, but as soon as you adjust you see the pastel meadows you remember from your dreams. No, they're even more vivid and beautiful than that! Its marvelous.... but you can't let the door know that.

"Eh... It'll do, I guess." You shrug and walk through the portal.

In an instant you realize that the portal you walked through as not even with the ground. Unceremoniously, you fall a couple feet, landing on your bottom.

>Complain some more.
>Take in your surroundings.
>Attempt to find the person that summoned you here.
>[Write In]

>>2093333
"DAMN YOU, DOOR CLOWN!!"
-toastless Kana

>>2093346
>Complain some more.
>Take in your surroundings.
and then
>Complain some more.

>>2093346
>Attempt to find the person that summoned you here.
Straight to business. We got promised to keep.

>>2093346
>[write in]
Find someone with toast

>>2093346
>>Attempt to find the person that summoned you here.
Let's get this shit over with, exposition is lame just give us a weapon and a target.

>>2093346
>Attempt to find the person that summoned you here.
Which peep called me here, lets settle this real quick!

>>2093346
Take in surroundings, then proceed to ignore surroundings

>>2093346
>Attempt to find the person that summoned you here.
>Then bop them over the head

Fucker basically uprooted our entire life in one go. We had to leave behind our best friend. WE ALMOST CRIED, DAMMIT.

They deserve at least one lump on their noggin.

>>2093346
>Complain some more.
>Take in your surroundings.
>Attempt to find the person that summoned you here.

>>2093353
>>2093356
>>2093358
>>2093362
>>2093365

Step one: Find asshole who summoned you.
Step two: Punch them in their fucking gob.

Writing!

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>>2093366
With an annoyed grunt you crawl back to your feet, rubbing your backside a little before brushing the dirt off of your school uniform. You remove your jacket for a moment, unlike the fall weather at home, it must be the middle of summer in Märchen! Great. Just fucking great. The door could have at least warned you about the weather. You grumble on a little as you think of your master plan.

Step one: Find the fucker who made the clown door kidnap you.
Step two: Punch them in the nose.
Step three: Destroy whatever it was that they called you here for.
Step four: Go home with an interesting story.

... Honestly, its not the worst plan you've ever come up with. You can fill in the little details as you go.

Now where are you?
>Check by the ocean cliffs for signs of ships
>Check over the hill for signs of civilization
>Just... roam around the plains and hope you find someone.
>[Write In]

>>2093372
>>Check over the hill for signs of civilization

>>2093372
>Check by the ocean cliffs for signs of ships

>>2093372
>Check over the hill for signs of civilization

>>2093372
>>Check over the hill for signs of civilization
Civilization means people to punch!

>>2093372
Roam like a roaming Roman

>>2093372
>Check by the ocean cliffs for signs of ships

>>2093372
>Just... roam around the plains and hope you find someone.

>>2093372
>Just... roam around the plains and hope you find someone.
The administration better have prepared an escort.

>>2093372
>>Check by the ocean cliffs for signs of ships
Ships mean merchants means travel and trade of info

>>2093372
>Check by the ocean cliffs for signs of ships
Coasts always are good. Good chance for a port or sea town.

>>2093378
>>2093385
>>2093391
>>2093392
Avast! I be writin' now!

>>2093381
Also roaming might help us avoid the plot

>>2093395
You can smell salt water on the wind. You must be near an ocean of some kind. Where there's water, there's bound to be civilization of some kind. You walk towards the smell, faintly hearing the crashing of waves over what you assume is sandy beaches. As you walk your mind wanders. Why could the stupid clown drop you off actually in a town?! Would that have been so goddamn hard? Why not, oh I don't know, deliver me to the person who actually summoned me here?! What, is it a genie as well as a clown?

And how perfect! Its not a shoreline, its a sheer cliff with rocks at the bottom! Nothing can be easy. You cross your arms and stew in your annoyance. At least you got to keep that bat. Even if it's dented now.

Peering down, you notice a ship! Funny... has your vision ever been this crisp before? Not that you didn't have perfect 20/20 vision, but every seems a little sharper now. You use your free hand to shield your eyes as you squint to gather more details about the ship.

>Roll 2d10 [Smarts]

Rolled 3, 7 = 10 (2d10)

>>2093413

Rolled 1, 1 = 2 (2d10)

>>2093413

Rolled 6, 2 = 8 (2d10)

>>2093413
We am the smrtest

Rolled 3, 4 = 7 (2d10)

>>2093413

Rolled 5, 10 = 15 (2d10)

>>2093413

Rolled 9, 3 = 12 (2d10)

>>2093413

>>2093416
Oh dear. Someone should put some safety railing up. Writing!

>>2093416
Well, they do say that common sense IS an oxymoron...

>>2093425
You cautiously crawl to the edge of the cliff tempting fate as you leave over the side, squinting to try to make out more details about this ship. Its a really old ship. Triple masts and billowing sails. There's something on the flag... But you are starting to lose your balance, having leaned too far over. You windmill your arms attempting to correct yourself, you stare down at the bed of rocks below lined in white foam. No! You refuse to be done in by something like gravity! With a last, desperate swing of your arms, you manage to fall backwards on the nice soft grass rather than plummet down to your death. You breath out a sigh of relief. Maybe today won't be as bad as you thought.

The ground underneath your shakes violently as you realize that the cliff wasn't very stable. All of your antics must have shifted it loose and now you and your perch are going down to Davy Jones' Locker! Damn you, gravity! Your life flashes before your eyes, you see Yama waiting at the Gate for you to return and tell you about your adventures. At least you don't have to tell him you died falling off a cliff 10 minutes in. Today is the worst. You close your eyes and wait for the end.

Ow.

You open your eyes again after the tremendous crash.You look down at your body and see that your shirt's sleeves are torn to ribbons and there's a long tear in our knee socks. You also seem to be missing a shoe- no, wait, there it: floating out to sea. Bon Voyage, left shoe. Rot in hell, you treacherous piece of footwear. Aside from some clothing casualties, you managed to walk away from this with... scraped knees and busted lip?!

You stand up and look over the piece of the cliffside that fell with you. No, aside from that top layer of dirt this was rock. Similar to the one you landed on. That was a long fall; there's no way you should have survived it. What the hell is going on here?

You look around and see the ship still docked at what looks to be a makeshift port of some kind. Probably driftwood strapped together with spare rope and prayer.

>Investigate the secret port.
>Check out what else you can do!
>Shake your fist at your shoe disappearing into the horizon.

>>2093454
>Investigate the secret port.
Ooh a piece of candy

>>2093454
>>Investigate the secret port.

>>2093454
>Investigate the secret port.

>>2093454
>Investigate the secret port.
>Check out what else you can do!
Lets see about run/jumping over there.

>>2093454
>Investigate the secret port.

>>2093454
>>Investigate the secret port.
But first
>Shake your fist at your shoe disappearing into the horizon.

>>2093459
>>2093461
>>2093465
>>2093466
>>2093467
Ooh a secret! Voting is done, however I need to be getting some sleep since I have a big drive ahead of me in... 8-ish hours. I'll have a post up for you fine folks tomorrow afternoon.

Until then, fill the gaping void that is my purpose in life by following me on twitter @SixWingZombi6

and join the Discord sever for this quest for my drunk ramblings and character sketches! https://discord.gg/CDfaVP6

Captcha: Kappel Begins. Soudns ominous.

>>2093492
So far so good! Keep it up OP!

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>>2093492
You stare at your hands, then the ship, then back to your hands. What the fuck is with this place?! You attempt to leap from rock to rock; hopping your way closer to the secret dock. Whoa! It feels like you're on the moon! Your leg muscles shove you away from the ground, where you float for just a moment a good six feet up before safely land on the next rock. A large smile makes its way across your face as adrenaline and endorphins flood your brain. This is amazing! You can't think of a single way to complain about this right now. Something about Märchen must be fundamentally different from your regular old Earth. Something that increases the power of your muscles as well as your durability and senses.

In no time at all, you leap our way over to the makeshift docks. Up close, this ship is amazing! It looks like one of those boats from your history books. What were they called again? Galleons? There is something expertly painted on the side of the vessel in English. You're not very good at it, but you think it says "Terrible Truth." That's the name of this tub? That sounds dumb. Looking up, you see a black flag hanging from the mast decorated with a wickedly grinning skull.

Pirates.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sounds of voices coming from inside the cliffs. There must be a cave system or grotto that these pirates are using as a hideout.

>These chumps might have some treasure you could steal. That'd be a cool story to tell Yama when you get home. Sneak in!
>If you play your cards right, you might be able to talk your way into getting them to take you to some kind of city. Go talk to them!
>These guys are planning on stopping at some kind of port town at some point. Stow away on board til you reach somewhere you can jump ship.
>Just take the Terrible Truth for your own. You're probably tougher than these assholes thanks to being from another world!

>>2093915
>>These guys are planning on stopping at some kind of port town at some point. Stow away on board til you reach somewhere you can jump ship.

Maybe take the ship for yourself partway through or something

>>2093915
>>These guys are planning on stopping at some kind of port town at some point. Stow away on board til you reach somewhere you can jump ship.
Check if they're got a pair of shoes lying around you can nab though

>>2093915
>These guys are planning on stopping at some kind of port town at some point. Stow away on board til you reach somewhere you can jump ship.
if it seems like we can take em
>Just take the Terrible Truth for your own. You're probably tougher than these assholes thanks to being from another world!

>>2093915
>These guys are planning on stopping at some kind of port town at some point. Stow away on board til you reach somewhere you can jump ship.

>>2093918
>>2093920
>>2093921
>>2093923
Sneak on to the ship when no one is looking and take control if they look weak. Writing!

>>2093915
>>These guys are planning on stopping at some kind of port town at some point. Stow away on board til you reach somewhere you can jump ship.

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>>2093925
Your eyes narrow and a sly grin slithers across your face as you hatch a plot. At some point, these jokers are going to sail into a real port. REAL civilization. That'd be the perfect place to start looking for the jerk who summoned you here. Plus, if they're really weak, maybe you can take over as captain. After all, you got a crazy power boost for being from another world. You look back at the ship as you hear the voices starting to approach. Gauging your jump, you leap onto the main deck of the Terrible Truth.

As you expected, there's no one on board right now. They must be absolutely confident in their little hideout's secrecy. You smirk to yourself, proud of your cunning in taking advantage of their overconfidence. Those voices are getting closer still. You duck below decks into a vast, empty room. You guess this must be their treasure hold. There's still a few scattered pieces of gold and... silver jewelry. Their shine reminds you of the silver Gatekeeper Clown.

>Choose two.

>A ring crafted like a bird with tail feathers that coil around your finger.
>A dangling earring shaped like a Kanabo there are studs missing.
>A pair of rings with flame-like emblems.
>A circlet that looks like lightning bolts
>A set of spiral armlets and matching belt.
>A keychain with a crocodile head.

Sorry that took so long. Had to help retrieve the turkey for dinner tonight.

>>2094028
>>A keychain with a crocodile head.

>A pair of rings with flame-like emblems.

>>2094028
>A pair of rings with flame-like emblems.
>A set of spiral armlets and matching belt.
I would go for the kanabo, but theres already another quest active with that, so...

>>2094028
>A dangling earring shaped like a Kanabo there are studs missing.
>A set of spiral armlets and matching belt.

>>2094028
>A dangling earring shaped like a Kanabo there are studs missing.
>>A pair of rings with flame-like emblems.
He'll yeah

>>2094028
>>A dangling earring shaped like a Kanabo there are studs missing.
>A set of spiral armlets and matching belt.

>>2094028
>A pair of rings with flame-like emblems.
>A dangling earring shaped like a Kanabo there are studs missing.
Happy thanksgiving!

>>2094028
>>A ring crafted like a bird with tail feathers that coil around your finger.
>>A dangling earring shaped like a Kanabo there are studs missing.

>>2094028
>A keychain with a crocodile head.
>A pair of rings with flame-like emblems.

>>2094031
>>2094032
>>2094034
>>2094035
>>2094036
>>2094038
>>2094044
>>2094048
>A dangling earring shaped like a Kanabo there are studs missing.
>A pair of rings with flame-like emblems.

Writing

>>2094076
You start playing around with the accessories. You are reminded of a time when you were young when you would mess with your mother's jewelry despite her warnings. They always looked so pretty to you and you wanted to try them. You pick of the pair of rings placing one on each hand's middle finger. They fit perfectly, as if they were made for you.

The next piece you pick up is the earring. You are puzzled as to why there is only one. Aren't there supposed to be pair? It looks a little damaged with the two missing studs in the miniature club. Well, it still looks cool. You've always been a fan of large blunt weapons. You remove one of the stud in your left ear and place the earring in its place.

Despite the shape and presumed density of the piece of jewelry, its quite light. You wish there was a mirror in here so you could check out how badass you look.

Alone in this mostly empty room where no one can see you, you feel like expressing your current mood outwardly.

>Smile and giggle
>Grin and shadowbox to show your excitement
>Smile and delicately touch the earring.

>>2094099
>Grin and shadowbox to show your excitement

>>2094099
>Smile and giggle

>>2094099
>>Smile and delicately touch the earring.

>>2094099
>Smile and delicately touch the earring.
Gotta be a girl sometimes

>>2094099
>>Grin and shadowbox to show your excitement

>>2094100
>>2094106
>>2094104
>>2094105
We have a tie. We will require a tiebreaker or I will roll a d2 for the decision.

>>2094116
I'll change to smile and touch.

>>2094116
>Grin and shadowbox to show your excitement
She seems the kind of girl who's active when she's excited

>>2094099
>>Grin and shadowbox to show your excitement

>>2094120
>>2094118
>>2094106
>>2094100
Throw a few punches in celebration! Writing!

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>>2094123
You can't help but flash a daring grin. You snuck onto a pirate ship, and now you have stolen some of their treasure! Take that, you stinking pirates! You put up your dukes and toss a few punches at the air to rid your self of some of this excited energy in your system. What a thrill this is starting to become! It'll be an amazing tale to tell!

With your first punch, however, you feel your fists being to heat up before they spontaneously burst into flames. At the end, the ball of fire clinging to you flies off, smacking against one of the treasure room's walls, blasting a massive hole in it. Luckily, it would seem that the ship was treated to prevent fires.

Unluckily, though, there is someone staring back at you through the hole. A woman maybe a good 5 years older than you dressed in a long coat, tricorn hat, and a bandoleer of pistols. You quickly notice that one of her legs had been replaced with a silver peg leg.

>Try to explain yourself.
>Cheese it! Its the fuzz!
>Charge her and try to knock her out with your bat.
>Maybe you can do that thing with the fire again and chase her off.
>Try to use the earring. If the rings can do that with fire, what can it do?
>[write in]

---
Pausing for lunch. I'll be back in an hour or so.

>>2094142
>>Try to explain yourself.

>>2094142
>Maybe you can do that thing with the fire again and chase her off.
>Cheese it! Its the fuzz!

>>2094142
>Cheese it! Its the fuzz!

>>2094142
>"Huuuh? Think you are a tough bitch!" proceed to tackle the pirate

>>2094142
>Charge her and try to knock her out with your bat.
Shit! No witnesses!

>>2094142
>Glare her down.

>>2094142
>Cheese it! Its the fuzz!

>>2094142

>Charge her and try to knock her out with your bat.

>>2094267
Stop that

>>2094267
DELET THIS NOW!

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>2094152
>>2094153
>>2094196
1. To flee
>>2094155
>>2094156
>>2094251
2. To attack
>>2094267
Sorry, but the pirate has no juice to steal.

>>2094296
If feels like hours as the two of you trade expressions of surprise and shock. You get a good look at her face, her long, light blond hair is messy under her hat and as it stretches down her back. The coat looks like it probably didn't originally belong to her as there's no way the buttons would reach across her chest. Her silver peg leg is probably able to do something like your rings or that Gate Clown thing, so she's most likely armed.

"You're not a part of the crew!" She finally yells, pointing at you and wearing an angry expression. "And those aren't your Ärms! Put them back this instant, thief!"

But by this point you've started bolting for the exit. You throw your fist attempting to launch another fireball, but nothing comes out. Was that a one-time deal? What a useless item! What did that pirate lady just call them? Ärms? What a weird name. Whatever its time to go. Behind you, you hear a voice.

"Get the intruder, Hawken! Guardian Ärm: Parrotrice!" She yells angrily as your feet carrying you out of the cargo hold in record time. What an awful day. First you nearly kill yourself falling of a cliff, and now you're being attacked by a pirate! Unfortunately, you are greeted by the entire crew of the Terrible Truth. Each of them carry some form of silvery weapon. Scratch that. You're being attacked by an entire boat of pirates. Today is just god awful.

>Try to use your earring! It has to do something.
>Try swinging your fists again. Maybe you just didn't use them right.
>Screw the jewelry, I still have this bat. It can probably cream a couple of them before breaking.
>Use your boosted strength to try to jump over them and back to the docks.

>>2094318
>>Try to use your earring! It has to do something.

>>2094318
>>Screw the jewelry, I still have this bat. It can probably cream a couple of them before breaking.

>>2094318
>Screw the jewelry, I still have this bat. It can probably cream a couple of them before breaking.

>>2094318
>>Try to use your earring! It has to do something.

>>2094318
>>Screw the jewelry, I still have this bat. It can probably cream a couple of them before breaking.
Can't risk the Arms not working, we got one shot to show how much of a badass we are

>>2094318
>Screw the jewelry, I still have this bat. It can probably cream a couple of them before breaking.

>>2094321
>>2094322
>>2094324
>>2094327
Going with Old Reliable til the day it dies. Writing!

>>2094318
>Try to use your earring! It has to do something.

If you steal shit in the first place, you don't get to cry foul if someone stole your goods. Didn't belong to you in the first place, you dumbass pirates.

>>2094328
"Good grief, what a pain." You complain to yourself, placing a hand on your face as your bat rests on your shoulder. The pirates chuckle to themselves, leering at you with dirty looks and obviously undressing you with their eyes.

"If you assholes want a taste of me, then come and get it!" You glare at them and charge into their crowd ready to swing!


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pRu5wxl5frk
>Roll me 3d10s

Rolled 6, 9, 5 = 20 (3d10)

>>2094338

Rolled 5, 4, 8 = 17 (3d10)

>>2094338
COME AND GET SOME YOU BRINY FUCKS

Rolled 5, 6, 1 = 12 (3d10)

>>2094338

Rolled 9, 10, 4 = 23 (3d10)

>>2094338

Rolled 4, 3, 2 = 9 (3d10)

>>2094338

Rolled 3, 8, 5 = 16 (3d10)

>>2094338
muda muda muda

>>2094340
>>2094343
>>2094346
You have always been strong. Hell, you got this bat by stopping it midswing with your bare hand! And if you're right, and being from another world has boosted all of your abilities, Your strength should be at superhuman levels right now!

You dodge a rogue swing from one of these bilge rats and wind up your swing. At the top of your lungs you scream at them:

"COME AND GET SOME YOU BRINY FUCKS"

The damaged bat connects with the midsection of the closest pirate. As if in slow motion, you watch his eyes bulge and the air forced from his lungs. You struck him with enough force that you send him flying like bullet, taking out a third of these fools behind him. The rest of them pause in shock and amazement at this show of strength. You also have to take a second to collect yourself. You hadn't thought you'd do that kind of damage in one swing.

Then a wicked smile crosses your face.

>Make them wilt under you with your powerful personality!
>Keep on attacking with what remains of the bat! [One more swing before it breaks. It was never meant for this kind of use.]
>Try your earring now. Variety is the spice of life, right?
>Fire is badass. Let's toast these marshmallows.
>[write in]

>>2094373
>Fire is badass. Let's toast these marshmallows.

>>2094373
>>Make them wilt under you with your powerful personality!

>>2094373
>Fire is badass. Let's toast these marshmallows

>>2094373
>Make them wilt under you with your powerful personality!
"Listen here! I am stowing away! Fuck with me and get bent!"

>>2094373
>Make them wilt under you with your powerful personality!
>And complain about our shitty day
We were summoned to another world in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, had to say goodbye to our best friend for who knows how long, the damn clown didn't even have the decency to drop us off at ground level, and we lost a shoe. We LIKED that shoe, dammit!

>>2094373
>>Make them wilt under you with your powerful personality!
We still need them to sail the ship

>>2094373
>>Make them wilt under you with your powerful personality!

>>2094382
Support.

>>2094377
>>2094381
>>2094382
>>2094383
>>2094386
>>2094387
Making them kneel before Zod.

Roll me 3d10 for your force of personality.

Rolled 4, 9, 1 = 14 (3d10)

>>2094392

Rolled 8, 6, 10 = 24 (3d10)

>>2094392

Rolled 9, 10, 10 = 29 (3d10)

>>2094392