>>2387194
>> She'll have ran as far as she can. Race for the outskirts of the city

>>2387194
>> Lexington, he'll know how to find her somehow.

>>2387194
> She'll have ran as far as she can. Race for the outskirts of the city

>>2388258
>>2387266
>>2387227

Called, writing after breakfast.

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>>2387227

With a lack of decorum that is quite frankly astounding you make for the nearest window, leaping through it feet first and plummeting towards the ground as a barely dressed and freezing dot. Feeling the wind whip at you is usually a freeing and liberating feeling for you, but as you spin and flip there is nothing but worry in your heart. Slamming your feet into the wall stops your momentum dead, causing your stomach to lurch somehwre eight feet down as you overlook the entirety of the city.

You push off with every bit of your strength, shattering and cracking every brick within a twenty foot radius. Your flight is swift and horizontal, carrying you from the imposing tower of learning. Tucking your legs you increase your momentum and lower your profile, starting to plummet downwards and shriek towards the ground like a cannonball.

At the last minute, you straighten your legs. The ground ceasing to rush towards you as your feet make contact with a flagpole; the large wooden pillar snapping straight through in an attempt to stop your momentum. You kick off, finding yourself in the centre of the main avenue. Gasps, cries of alarm, even outright screams greet your landing.

The circle that forms around you is just wide enough that you can leap on, heading for the North Entrance at as close to your top speed as you can manage in your state. There's a black dot on the wall that you close in on; a small blonde haired figure standing as a sentinel against the outside world atop the gatehouse's roof.

Your latest leaps takes you to the wall and you approach, walking upwards. "Vhy did ve even come here?" Hona says flatly, not even greeting you.

> [DETERMINATION] To fix your eye.

> [PRIDE] To get stronger, together.

> [FEAR] Hona... are you okay?

> [SHAME] Silence.

> Write-In

>>2388984
>[LUST] *Rip off jacket* "Let's make up for lost time"

>>2388984
>too fix your eye
>The getting stronger part is just a benefit

>>2388984
>> [FEAR] Hona... are you okay?

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>>2389195
>>2389105
>>2389103

Nice little 3 way tie. Giving it an hour before I write.

>>2389103
>>2388984
supporting

>>2389315
>>2389195
>>2389105
>>2389103

Dice me boys. 1d20 flat best of 3.

Good luck.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>2389438

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>2389438

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>>2389441
>>2389440

Holy fuck.
Can't even contentment that away.

God thing I'm not writing until after warhammer.

Gonna take ages to work out just how fucked this got.

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>>2389440
>>2389441
>>2389452

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>2389438
LET ME SHOW YOU REAL LUCK

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>2389438
inshallah

Rolled 7 (1d20)

1 more 20 gives us an 8. I will allow new people to roll. Just in case. I will return in like two to four hours

your fate is sealed. hope you enjoy your lust option

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>2389585

WITNESS ME

>>2389585
A feeling much deeper than despair...
It's love...

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>2389706
At least keeping you hopes up...

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>2389438

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>2389438
Are you fucking kidding me

>>2389444
Could me contine one of them and use the 20 on the other one??

>>2390384
Contentment?

>>2390405
Yer that one

The 20 blocks the frist 1 and then we use contentment on the 2nd 1

But im not sure if star would let that happen

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>>2390443
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>>2389441
>>2389440

Rolls must now cease.

Let me tally.
Seems like you're down to 1 crit fail that you want to contentment into just a fail.

>>2390466
Il take that normal fail

>>2390466
can we save the 20 and take the double nat ones

>>2390777
yer lets not do that

>>2390777
Can we kill you and bring hawkings back?

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>>2389440

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c3nScN89Klo

Opting to answer her with actions instead of words, you put your arms around Honamurei from behind. She seems to be melting into your arms and you feel fire rising inside you. Familiar motions, fingers tracing their way over her stomach up to her chest where they begin unhooking the buttons there.

"Vha-"

"Making up for lost time..." You breath heavily in her ear, tugging at her uniform to free the busty shirt beneath but for once there is no reciprocration or enthusiasm as she plants her feet into the tiles and rams her shoulder into your chest. Sliding through the gatehouse roof leaves a trail of shattered slate, but you simply ggigle; "What, do I have to rough you up to have some fun?"

"Vhat ze fuck!" She roars, a twinge of giant poisoning her words as uch as the bitter tone; "Vhy are you doing zis now?"

In response you pout and bite your finger seductively, "Aww are you not in the mood?"

"Purps." The word growl usually describes a tone of voice from a person, right now? Honamurei is growling like an animal, her entire body shaking as she restrains some deep seated desire, "Vhatever sick fucking game you're playin... I vant no part in it!" There is raw pain all over her body language as she takes a step forward, "I claimed you! You fought back! Vhen I fought I vas beginning to understand! VHEN I VAS JUST GETTING BETTER! I found out YOU DONT LOVE ME anymore?"

She's losing control of her biology, height and musculature changing as often as her vocal chords are shifting to incorporate the roaring. "I thought I could-"

"VHAT I AM IS NOT A WHORE! I DO NOT VARM YOUR BED VHEN YOU ARE BORED!" Honamurei is screaming at you now, loud enough for streets around to hear and wildlife beyond the city to scatter, "Vhat you need to do... is vonder vhat you actually vant..." She sounds small, frail. Visually, Honamurei looks like a single touch from you now would shatter her to pieces. "Vhen... No. If you can love me again. Find me. For now? Ve should valk our own paths." Now she cries, only a single tear. "Don't follow me." She begs, before walking off the edge of the gatehouse and walking back to the academy. No grace, showing off her speed or power. Honamurei simply slams into the gorund and walks off.

> [PRIDE] Watch her go.

> [DETERMINATION] Follow her

> Write-In

>>2391126
> [DETERMINATION] Follow her

>>2391126
>> [DETERMINATION] Follow her

>>2391126
if you didnt kill us then we wouldnt have lost beening able to love you stop blaming everything on us

>>2391189
>>2391187
>>2391132

Gonna be with the Mrs today. So most likely won't update. Looks like we're following.

>>2391126
> [BITTERNESS] "I'm sorry you have butchered me, and what we had was slaughtered in the process. I hope, that one day I can make it up to you. Your majesty!"

Or wait, is she playing hard to get, loves roleplay, and doing it in public? Is this where we are going with this determined following around?

>>2391393
Or at least a last fuck you, like she still hasnt admit that she has really anything wrong

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>>2391393
>>2391382
>>2391189
>>2391187
>>2391132

You strain your muscles to their utmost, landing in her path in a rough landing. Your recently repaired legs losing traction on the cracked ground, allowing Hona to simply tuck her chin close to her chest and walk around you. "Hona please!" Are the first words out of your mouth, pleading with the dimunitive girl as she marches on with clenched fists.

The lack of a response forces a tremor inside you, a quick little ripple of something much more petulant and darker. Where your streak of cruelty is a setthing crystal clear coldness, this is a warm and sticky sensation in the back of your throat; "I'm sorry you butchered me and I'm sorry what we had got butchered in the process!" She stops and turns on a dime, her eye almost completely filled by her iris at your words. Wide eyed and horrified she is cuaght by your voice, "If you didn't kill me, we wouldn't have lost our love! Stop blaming everything on me!" As the emotion completely envelops and overcomes your sense you advance on her, lying as you say, "I had no choice in this... I hope one day I can make it up to you... But our love died by your hands." Wth a sarcastic twist you also add in, "Your Majesty."

> [DETERMINATION] Let the words sink in

> [PRIDE] Walk past her and back to your dorm

> [SHAME] Apologise

> [CRUELTY] Thank her for finally letting you enjoy all the men and women on offer here.

> Write-In

>>2395000
>Now get the fuck up like the big hardass you are and lets get this shit taken care of. Just because I can't love doesn't mean what we have is any less important.

>>2395000

> [SHAME] Apologise

No need to grovel or anything like that, just...
A little respect.
Part our ways, so that we can find ourselves again. Both of us.
SOMETHING dark and twisted crawled up in us again.
On the day we shall meet again. Possibly. Losing ourselves more and more... it's really not that great.

>>2395035
But just to be clear, this outburst right now was just as bad as Hona making us visit our buddy once more.
Just on varying level.
Can we just not forgive each other for that?

... Hona, just don't do anything rash.

>>2395000
>> [PRIDE] Walk past her and back to your dorm

Giving until 6pm GMT for anything else to be thrown in.

>>2395000
>> [PRIDE] Walk past her and back to your dorm

>>2395000
> [PRIDE] Walk past her and back to your dorm

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>>2395218
>>2395209
>>2395191
>>2395098
>>2395046
>>2395035
>>2395004

For a heartbeat you consider verbally laying into her, another one you consider physically striking her, but instead you simply say; "Just because I can't love doesn't mean what we have is any less important." To her credit she doesn't react beyond a slight intake of breath, leaving you free to pass her on your way to the dormitory. For the first five minutes you manage to keep your gait steady and pace standard. But as you move further and further from the area you'd argued, your breathing starts hitching and tears begin forming.

Speeding up takes some of the attention away from your emotional state, allowing you to focus on balance and weaving between merchants, shoppers and students like smoke from a well cooked meal. It's not enough, nor can you brute force your way into that beautiful monotone coated emotionless state that was once your everything. Everything in you is turning on itself, like a storm raging inside a small bubble; only repeated ad nauseaum.

You carry on, keep carrying on. Can't look or go back to her right now. Both of you need to walk seperate paths for a time; maybe you'll regain your love and maybe Lisbeth's wounds will heal in time. But that is a hope, something you will pray towards and strive towards.

For now you-

> Managed to get back to your dorm.

> Got lost (dice)

> Ran into someone familiar (dice)

> Wandered into a random establishment (dice)

> Decided to find a good drink

> Write-In

>>2395591

> Ran into someone familiar (dice)

>>2395591


> Ran into someone familiar (dice)

Humm...

>>2395591
>> Got lost (dice)

>>2395591
> Wandered into a random establishment (dice)

>>2395650
>>2395614
>>2395612
>>2395604

1d10 for someone familiar.

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>2395714

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>2395714

Ahaha!
Wonder who...

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>>2395737
>>2395722
>>2395650
>>2395614
>>2395612
>>2395604

>9

As you make your way down winding sub streets and alleyways you find yourself coming across a game of dice. Men hunch over the old seemingly forgotten streets, a small rat walking over the little divet they've made in the street to host their game. Cups slam down and you catch the smell of the brew hosted in those cups; alcohol so strong it burns your throat and nostrils.

Amidst the huddled masses of flesh comes a female voice, snapping at one of the men; "You're nothing but a good for nothin lech who can't even hold his kraz! Stake your bet!"

Something about that voice is familiar, but you can't quite work out what. Wiping your eyes, you simply haunt the scene for a while. Such fun and comraderie to be had, even for these men who obviously have nothing.

> Ask to join the game.

> Relieve some frustration via beating.

> Walk on the wall and observe from above this alley.

> Leave.

> Write-In

>>2395800
> Ask to join the game.

>>2395800
Ah yes, games...
> Ask to join the game.

>>2395834
>>2395830

We gon play some dice.

>>2395800
> Walk on the wall and observe from above this alley.
then whent they notice we can ask to join

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>>2396126
>>2395834
>>2395830

"May I join you."

A simple question that normally would have got you one of two very specific answers. Either, "Piss off." or "Sure Stranger." Instead what happens is one of the scruffy looking fellows begins standing to his full height, one that matches your own. With an odd Blonde haircut and a large jacket covering much of his rather imposing figure, the man glares at you with eyes that are not quite sane.

As much as your emotional state is compromised at this time, you start to take a step back before catching yourself. This prick has nothing on you. You're the Gods damned [PURPLE FIREFLY] so instead of retreating you advance, bumping chests with the goliath despite wearing what amounts to ceremonial lingerie. As he opens his mouth to speak, you become aware of the white steam escaping from the left side of his jacket.

"You do have a lot of nerve. Or did you not realise he was here?" That female voice says, a small figure parting the group to address you in person. "Maybe you've just forgotten your past." She challenges. You're looking at a halfling with unusually large eyes and a lightish red dress covered in patches. Her youngish face is calm, almost unnaturally so despite the sawn off shotgun she aims at the ground between your feet.

> [PRIDE] Believe it or not I don't remember every piece of dirt I clean up.

> [CURIOSITY] Should I remember... either of you?

> [CRUELTY] I was more concerned with the big guy half pint

> [SHAME] Sorry for whatever I've done. But I did just want to play dice.

> Write-In

>>2396504

> [CURIOSITY] Should I remember... either of you?

>>2396504
Chapter 0?
Chapter 0.
Or prior to that.
> [CURIOSITY] Should I remember... either of you?

>>2396504
> Write-In
Did you two found a new sugar daddy that you aren't fleeing at my sight?

>>2396551
I think they were there at the very first blood

>>2396504
>> [CURIOSITY] Should I remember... either of you?

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>>2396563
>>2396551
>>2396516
>>2397000

The look of confusion on your face only serves to enrage the man before you, but he waits on your response to act rashly. "Should I remember... either of you?" You ask going between the two. In a whirl of jacket and steel, suddenly you're blocking an incoming strike from the blonde man.

Yet, it is no mace, gun or halberd currently pushing against your forearms. No, it is a prosphetic arm of gragantuan size that hisses steam and presses your guard with mechanical strength. In fact, with a hiss of steam the strength of the arm seems to double; suceeding in forcing a modicum of effort to keep this deadlock.

"We remember you, saviour that's what matters!" He spits, a knee rising up into your abs. While you doubt it could achieve much, you step back and swat it aisde, upsetting the man's balance to prevent any counterattacks as you give yourself spacing.

"Yes. We remember you Firefly. Crete and I are some of the souls you've left in your shadow." The shotgun is loaded and pointed at you now, the halfling's thugs drawing bizarre weaponry from within their ragged jackets. "I knew you'd be here eventually... But we never hoped to find you parted from that cursed blade of yours."

She fires and you sidestep it, easily outstripping the projectile's speed. What concerns you is the strange shimmering orange liquid that coats each pellet; apparently you weren't dealing with standard amunition. Nor are you dealing with common weaponry; two of her followers hold metal tubes up to their mouths and suddenly you are hopping to the wall and up in an effort to evade semi automatic blowdarts. As you plant your feet on the roof of one of the flanking buildings; a sequence of successive explosions blow warm air up after you.

"Huh. Did not expect this." You comment to nobody in particular.

"GET HER!" The gunner shrieks to her men, reloading the shotgun as Crete and another of her henchmen seem set to leap up after you.

> [DETERMINATION] High ground just makes this academic.

> [FRUSTRATION] Beat the shit out of whoever comes up first then retreat.

> [PRIDE] Humiliate these fools. LANTERN

> [CURIOSITY] Find a guard and ask if you're allowed to beatdown someone in this situation.

> Write-In

>>2397088
> [CURIOSITY] Find a guard and ask if you're allowed to beatdown someone in this situation.
"Excuse me, I died recently, and apparently that is against the LAW. Can I defend myself now? I don't want another court hearing this soon"

>>2397088
> [CURIOSITY] Find a guard and ask if you're allowed to beatdown someone in this situation.

>>2397088
> [CURIOSITY] Find a guard and ask if you're allowed to beatdown someone in this situation.

Writing in 5 minutes. Seems pretty cut and dry though.

>>2397088

> [CURIOSITY] Find a guard and ask if you're allowed to beatdown someone in this situation.

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>>2397114
>>2397109
>>2397105
>>2397295

Crete rises with some bizarre steam propelled uppercut. As ridiculous as his temproary flight is, it is far too choregraphed and predictable for you to be caught out, allowing you to handspring backwards with plenty time. Instead of attacking Crete or his comrade who have opted to pursue you raise hands to them, "Wait! Just wait right here and I'll be right back."

The duo look stunned and you hop of the roof, tearing through the backwater district until you find a random Inquisition guard. As the man prepares to tell you off for moving so recklessly throughout a populated area; he is captured and hoisted over your shoulders. Despite his best verbal protestaions and two instances of vomiting you return to the rooftop where you left Crete, only now the whole gang have gathered around as the halfling berates him for... "And after all the journeying and recruiting we do! She comes to us in lingerie and unarmed; so naturally you let her run off to arm up and bring her little lover!"

The comment is just salt in a bleeding wound, nevermind how much her scathing tone burns you as a bystander with sheer fury behind them. "Okay, so like. I don't want to get kicked out of classes or jailed - these guys tried to kill me, can I defend myself?"

He stammers and looks woozy until you click your fingers in his face. "Hey. Guard. They tried to kill me. Can I fight?"

"S-sure. So long as they attempt lethal force you can respond in kind. Without a tiness or proof even non lethal-"

"Alright!" You clap your hands, turn and whistle.Ten eyes lock to your position, "Alright I can legally retaliate. Come dance with me bitches!"

They are taken aback by your sheer gall. Giving you the opening move should you deign to take it; hell the blowguns and shotgun aren't even close to aiming at you yet.

> Write-Ins

>>2397337
Well breaking some limbs might be fun.
They asked for it.
Can't use guns if ya don't have functioning hands to use them.

This is last update for tonight since im working early tomorrow. Have fun anons, give me feedback on this fun Mini arc caused by Hona's critfails.

>>2397337
>GUT THEM

>>2397337
breaking some limbs might be fun

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>>2398049
>>2397570
>>2397366

Okay, now that I'm back we'll vote.

> Gut them (MAX BRUTALITY)

> Break some Bones (Some Brutality)

> Beat them down (Slight Brutality)

> Just dodge and embaress them (Almost pacifist)

> Write-In

>>2399080
Goddamnit, why do you have to give us aa fun option.
> Just dodge and embaress them (Almost pacifist)
Just gonna say...
> inb4 we vote for brutality
Cannot Blame anon tho, it makes sense character wise.

>>2399080
>> Break some Bones (Some Brutality)

>>2399080
> Just dodge and embaress them (Almost pacifist)
With constant mocking.

>>2399080
>gut them

>>2399200
>>2399132
>>2399103
>>2399082

Dice for dodging and mocking.

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>2399311
See her forget Hona even more.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2399311

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>2399311

>>2399347
>>2399320
>>2399318

Omg lest no 1
But damm hona must be on our minds>>2399320

>>2399352
>>2399347
>>2399320
>>2399318

Writing after dinner.

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>>2399352
>>2399347
>>2399320
>>2399318

With a saccharine smile you engage the foes, simply sidestepping the unusual steel rod swung at your head in almost lazy grace. The leader fires her shotgun and those weird explosive blowguns land at your feet with a sequence of dull thwoomps. But each is far too slow as you simply glide into melee range, hands up in a rather obviously ineffective guard.

Crete swings at your body using that huge mechanical arm and you palm it to the side, the man tumbling to your left and allowing you to hurdle his back. While this leaves you surrounded by enemies there is no concern; in fact you catch two goons' swords in your palms at the exact same time. Neither blow needed youto even glance in their direction or expend any effort, every one of these mooks having so little strength that you'd topple them over from the shockwave of an attack even should you miss.

The sound of shredded flesh and roaring of saws. Familiar but totally unexpected for once as both blades start digging into your hand despite their wielders' weakness. The pain forces you to grit your teeth, turning the full weight of your crimson glare on the smiling minion to your right; only now do you notice the waves of steam coming off the sword carving into your hands. "Do it NOW!" Is the command from the other sword minion - a rapidfire stream of darts embedding themselves in your feet and the rooftop around them.

The explosion is the second worst you have had the displeasure of experiencing, cracks racing away from your position as wounds of varying sizes open up across your body. Despite this, it is the two minions collapsed in a pool of their own blood while you remain standing tall.

Until Crete's mechanical arm hisses louder than a bassilisk, the fist portion being launched forward in the perfect timing to maximise the imapct of his gigantic left hook. The waves of steam manage to make even you sweat slightly before the staggering impact connects.

Despite not being able to much as bruise you with his own methods, Crete's strange prosphetic both amplifies the blow and bypasses your own defences so completely that the building's roof is blown downward and inwards. Rubble raining down in boulder sized chunks alongside your body; with a sickening crack you find yourself bisecting a gigantic bookcase and bouncing off a thick woven rug...

Apparently you have been punched down into some kind of huge library or bookstore. Rubbing your jaw, you rise again. "Okay. Weapons that hurt when their wielder should be too weak to hurt me..." With a twist your neck loudly pops. "They killed two of their own to get at me." Without thinking you catch and gently lower a chunk of roof that was going to wreck some kind of vintage display case. "Which means I have the boss, two blowgun guys and big Crete to deal with."

You sigh and really wish you had a cigarette.

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> [PRIDE] No more fucking around. Lantern up and stomp them.

> [CURIOSITY] Dealer, you wanted to help more right? You're up.

> [ZEN] Like a rock before the ocean, they shall be broken upon you.

> [FRUSTRATION] Beat them to bloody pulps

> Write-In

>>2399842
> [ZEN] Like a rock before the ocean, they shall be broken upon you.

>>2399842
> [CURIOSITY] Dealer, you wanted to help more right? You're up.

>>2399842
> [FRUSTRATION] Beat them to bloody pulps

>>2399839
> [FRUSTRATION] Beat them to bloody pulps

>>2399842
>Zen

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>2400375
>>2399947
>>2399885
>>2399873
>>2399849

1 = Zen

2 = Frustration

1d20 either way.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>2401987
I guess I might as well show you fuckers how to roll

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>2401987
Purps doesn't deserve nice things.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>2401987

>>2402095
>>2402078
>>2401992

Good dice. Will write soonish.

>>2402741
>> [WORRY] Catch the Guard!
Need them witnesses to prove it was self defense.

>>2402741
>> [DETERMINATION] Chase the halfling

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Crete falls like a meteorite from the heavens, Without even looking you catch his downward blow in your left hand, feet sliding shoulder width apart and your right hand curling into a fist. He cries out as you stop and arrest his momentum with your block easily, all the force of it being absorbed up your now glowing arm as you hold him aloft with the block.

You exhale.

Snapping your right fist round you send him flying across town in a lazy arc, the force of his blow and gravity topping off your own perfectly delivered strike perfectly, like a bright red fruit on a pure white cake. The two men with the strange chain-staff-swords surprise you with their survival; both men land in unison even as their trump card vacates the district via sunshine fist. Each one moves to a side in a pincer maneuver, the duo attempting to force you back with long swings that roar and hiss steam toward you.

You inhale.

Your left palm darts out and slaps the man on the left's inner thigh hard enough to force him to one leg. The thrust from his compatriot is evaded by leaning back, opening him up to a knee to the stomach that has him doubled over before you with the air stolen from his lungs. In lieu of continuing your assault, you rolle over his map and bring your heel down upon the first man's skull like an executioner's hammer.

You exhale.

He is knocked clean out without you breaking a sweat, his friend looking likely to follow as his desperate two handed swipe only slams against your left palm instead of decapitating you as he envisioned. As you snap a right jab into his wrist the bone cleanly breaks and he howls, the man's defeat giving you the opportunity to look up just as a veritable wall of explosive darts come thrumming down towards you.

You inhale.

With a blur of movement you pluck each and every one of the blowdarts out of the air; outpacing the automatic fire with total precision and serenity. The gasps are all the cue you need to launch them right back, tossing them haphazardly up towards and through the hole in the ceiling. Soon, bodies and blood rain down upon you; the explosion going unheard underneath the seemingly loud breathing that allows you to channel this power.

You exhale and thank Minerva for her blessing.

The shotgun fires and a third body falls through the opening with wings of blood behind his twitching and convulsing form. The inquisition guardsman. From above, you see the halfling turning to flee.

> [WORRY] Catch the Guard!

> [DETERMINATION] Chase the halfling

> [SHAME] Flee before anyone can tie you to this trouble

> Write-In

Totally didn't edit because I fucked up the inhale/exhale

>>2402768
> [DETERMINATION] Chase the halfling

>>2402768
> [DETERMINATION] Chase the halfling

>>2402799
>>2402792
>>2402747
>>2402743

Gimme a 1d20 best of 3.

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>2402909

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>2402909

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>2402909

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>2402909

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>2402909

>>2402973
>>2402947
>>2402932
>>2402920
>>2402916

Writing for 15.

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>>2402973
>>2402947
>>2402932
>>2402920
>>2402916

Leaping up past the falling guard, you grab onto the crumbling rooftop and haul yourself over in a single fluid move. A small figure is already making her way into the distance, far beyond what you can hold any hopes of catchinh up to. She's running towards another girl of similar build, her twin sister if memory serves.

The very same twin sister who can teleport.

Slipping your foot under the inquisitor's weapon, you kick the spear up into your hands and twirl it around for a throw. Like a statue in the afternoon you stand stationary and breathless leading your target and waiting for her to jump the final gap between her and her twin.

The minute she leaves the gorund your arm whips forward with supernatural strength, speed and accuracy; the oddly shaped ceremonial spear tearing through the air fast enough that it leaves a visible slipstream behind it. However, your target is saved by her sister sprinting forward and tackling her through the air. The duo plummeting towards the streets below and out of your vision seemingly a moment away from being skewered by your javelin.

Two jumps is all it takes for you to cross her escape, a scant eight to fifteen seconds later. When you look down at the street below you almost hope to see two broken halflings crippled on the streets below surrounded by horrified onlookers; but instead there is no sign of crisis whatsoever... Just a busy street.

Nothing is going your way today.

> Timeskip to after giving your statement

> Timeskip to Dorm

> Go through the motions

> Timeskip to Sleeping

>>2403590

> Go through the motions

>>2403590

> Timeskip to after giving your statement

>>2403590
> Timeskip to after giving your statement
okay, let's keep moving

>>2403590

> Timeskip to after giving your statement

>>2403590
>timeskip to making a shrine to hona and staring at it blankly