>>2760577
>> [CURIOSITY] Check her out.

>>2760577
> [CURIOSITY] Check her out.

>>2760577
> [CURIOSITY] Check her out.
Is it high noon?

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>>2760902
>>2760710
>>2763582

Deciding that this is suspicious enough to warrant investigation you hop to another building, making the first step that causes the mystery girl to draw a gun and knife as she flees with speed you would generously call adequate.

By the third building she's hopped you've closed the gap enough to confirm her gender for sure; no man has a build like that. Or at least, you doubt your libido would study a man's build in the way you study your prey's.

This little wandering of your thought is enough for her to place a small clay ball against the edge of a chimney she sprints past; the smell of sulfur and smoke alerting you to it's imminent detonation.

As you take the last half dozen steps and brace your legs to leap, you are going to have to deal with the tiny little problem she's dropped in your path.

> [DETERMINATION] It's a small bomb, no big deal.

> [WORRY] Just go around, you're quick enough that it won't matter

> [FRUSTRATION] Jump clear over that building onto her destination building to cut her off.

> [LUST] You're done with this. Try to grab her with On the Pull.

> Write-In

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Here's the shill and meta info post.

Tw: @StarbornQ

Discord Invite: [Temporarily REDACTED]
Lewd/Extra Content Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/u/StarbornOP

Starborn Thread 0: https://yuki.la/qst/486356
Starborn Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Purps
Starborn CS: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1csg7vC-Yz10aAqk9ZwdCNv24obLGTtM5p6bKkPq1Pgc/edit#

>>2763597

> [LUST] You're done with this. Try to grab her with On the Pull.

>>2763597
>> [LUST] You're done with this. Try to grab her with On the Pull.

>>2763597
>[FRUSTRATION] Jump clear over that building onto her destination building to cut her off.
Stop running away!

>>2763690
>>2763681
>>2763669

1d20 best of three please guys.

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>2768617
Snaffle her!

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2768617

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2768617

>>2768799
>>2768798
>>2768623

>>2768947
>>2768840
>>2768821
>>2768701
>>2768667
>>2768662
>>2768657

And we have a 14.

Okay, will write up in a second. Forgot to say I was playing football today.

>>2768799
>>2768798
>>2768623

I have tried to write this post for hours. I will get something to you tomorrow when I can fucking put words into sentences.

God, I better not be having a fucking migraine.

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>>2768799
>>2768798
>>2768623

Without breaking step you land next to the clay bomb and your saw reforms into a whip that flies after your quarry with such venom and accuracy that her leg is ensnared before she even feels the pain of the razorwhip's saws shredding her calf and ankle.

Pulling her through the air with brawn and the recall function of your weapon he skull smacks hard against the roof tiles, pulling free her hood and mask to reveal a blonde woman clinging onto consciousness with blood down one side of her face.

She looks so vulnerable, so defiant, it's adorable. Enough to set your stomach aflame with desire; "Now now, don't run from me~" You coo, tongue tracing the outline of your mouth as your brain dreams a night's worth of companionship despite your attempt at focus. "We could work something ou-"

The bomb detonates with surprising force, plunging you both inside the small house you were perched upon as the roof crumbles like dust. Pulling the woman close, rubble begins falling on top of your back and pinning you ever closer to her in the very definition of a silver lining.

Every second increases the weight of the rocks on top of you more and more, causing your breath to become slightly haggard while nothing but your now burning muscles keep either of you from being crushed like insects.

What a fine mess this is; whatever was in that bomb was not your typical gunpowder. Which means, the woman lying unconscious underneath you is not your traditional sneak.

> [DETERMINATION] Lift the house off of you.

> [WORRY] Any movement might cause more collapses

> [CURIOSITY] Try to wake her up for a chat.

> [FEAR] Maybe you could do something with your shields to get out of here.

> Write-In

>>2773247
>[FEAR] Maybe you could do something with your shields to get out of here.
The character sheet said this was buzzshield. Otherwise determination is the only thing that night help and I am worried that itl' have have side effects.

>>2773247
>> [FEAR] Maybe you could do something with your shields to get out of here.

>>2773247
> [FEAR] Maybe you could do something with your shields to get out of here.

>>2774079
>>2774022
>>2773255

Alright guys, give me a 1d20.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2778285

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>2778285
F

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>2778285

>>2778295
>>2778293
>>2778287

Ouch, use contentment for a 10?

Y/N quote this post.

>>2778342
N

>>2778342
Y

>>2778342
>Y
I'm too curious!

And we totally won't need that for the battle.

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>>2778393
>>2778387
>>2778355
>>2778347
>>2778295
>>2778293
>>2778287

With a stab of ice in your heart you realise that if you can't be found easily, the team heading in to clear any stragglers might go in without you. Which means you won't be able to look out for Hona in there with an unknown amount of those goblins.

As this realisation takes root within you, the saw on your hip glows; casting white light across the rapidly spreading rubble while it reforms into a huge rectangular shield that jumps and snaps with the sheer force of the hundreds of blades that snarl along its edges.

It is slow going, but by getting your legs under you and turning your weight to the side ever so slightly a small gap opens up for you to teach toward your buzz shields. Starting to feather the mechanism for revving the blades that run all across the shields in sequence allows you to tame the wild thrashing and roaring of the teeth, hopefully preventing any further cave ins from the as you keep carving through the rubble at a steady and safe rate.

You place the shields onto your back as best you can in the awkward environment, meaning that unbeknownst to you, the shields are slightly aiding you as you begin a modified press up with the weight of the entire four floor building on top of you. It is slow going, but with pain and stubbornness the rubble begins to shift. First it is but a tremor, then it is a torrent of stones and boulders flying across the street in a makeshift explosion that has you panting and struggling for breath.

Taking your first steps from what you think used to be a quite frankly charming household, you're overcome with sickness as the very air seems to ignite. For a second all you can see is a wave of onrushing green that washes over you and leaves every pore tingling and every hair standing on end. It forces you to shut your eyes and put a hand to each temple, in fact you're pretty sure that you can taste blood.

You know somehow, that this ritual is Lexington's work.

He wouldn't hurt you, so... why is everything going so cold?

> [DETERMINATION] Head back to the camp. You'll be needed after one more ritual... can't let. Whatever. This is bring you down.

> [PRIDE] You just squatted a building, you're entitled to some gloating.

> [CURIOSITY] Ask Minerva/The Dealer what just happened. (Which)

> [CRUELTY] Maybe that unconscious woman needs a little encouragement to explain herself.

> Write-In

>>2779411
>> [CURIOSITY] Ask Minerva/The Dealer what just happened. (Which)
The Dealer

>>2779411
>[DETERMINATION] Head back to the camp. You'll be needed after one more ritual... can't let. Whatever. This is bring you down.
Take the terrorist with us.

>>2779411
> [CURIOSITY] Ask Minerva/The Dealer what just happened. (Dealer)