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Without pause, the great black cat twists at her side its sinewy body past Shasta's shapely legs and dips its fierce muzzle beneath the surface of the clear stream.

"Ah, now there's an idea, Nali!" Shasta remarks. "After our trek, no doubt you're as parched as I am!"

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Kneeling to the sandy shore, the beauteous woman splashes her face in cool water and luxuriates in the sensation of rivulets washing away the jungle sweat, before bending low again to cup dainty yet calloused hands together and drink deeply from her palms.

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A toss of her long hair sends beads of water glistening in the sparse sunlight to dapple the side of the panther as it continues to lap its own fill from the stream.

"Ah, by science, that feels wonderful," Shasta exclaims.

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In an instant, her sword is snatched up from the ground as her body stands poised to strike, for both her ears and that of the great cat have caught the sound of something approaching!

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"Perhaps it was just a bird," she says in a quiet voice as her eyes cast from side to side, but Shasta maintains her steely stance, heavy sword in her hand at the ready while elegant and fair-shaped ears strain to discern the sound of movement. Only the barest waver betrays her as she shifts ever so slightly, for her large limpid eyes have marked at last the source of their concern.

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From behind a crumbled wall silently pads a leopard, huge muscles straining beneath its coat well beyond the form of Shasta's companion. Its huge body pauses, as if recognizing the danger of the gleaming sword in the woman's hand.

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A low growl emanates from the panther at her side, and Shasta feels its haunches tense in agitation as woman and beast press together ever more closely.

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"Easy, Nali," Shasta coos in a soft and pleasing voice. "It's just-" she begins, about to speak '-one leopard', but her words fall to silence as she sees she has miscounted, for at the edge of her vision a second leopard slinks into the clearing from around the corner of a ruined building!

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Equipment check:

*One sword
*One panther

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>>2965496
Clever girl!
Go on the offensive, most big cats don't like trading blows or attacking from the front very much. Winning a fight doesn't help much if you get too injured to stalk more prey. Nali can just check the other leopard.

Rolled 9 (1d12)

>>2965496
Slink away, there is a good chance they are here for the water.

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A wild animal in her own way, Shasta roars in sudden fury, launching herself from her statue-like posture toward the leopard with sword held high!

"Ha-yaaah!" she cries, closing the distance between them-

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-but the leopard is quicker still, nerves aflame with unbridled energy, and it leaps into the air with a roar, too high for the arc of the comely woman's sword-path to meet, and Shasta's full lips spread in a shocked circle as a gasp escapes from betwixt them!

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The suddenness of her charge draws Nali's attention to the woman, away from the second leopard-

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-a fact which proves most unwise for the beast, for Nali screams in surprise and pain as the leopard's fangs dig deep into the panther's black-furred hide!

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>>2965721
Fuck, not our cat!
Swing to force the leopard back a bit then leap towards Nali to help kitty out.

>>2965731
+since we have been forced to fight

>>2965721
Oh, and I gotta sleep but it's cool to see another Lego Quest.

God bless you for making these

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The leopard raises its massive paw, and Shasta seizes her chance at freedom, warding the animal back in surprise of her shouts and swings!

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Quickly, she turns and springs lightly through the gap between the strange metallic leavings of the before times, and pirouettes as she lands, sword flashing in hand!

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"Off! Away!" Shasta cries, and the leopard which holds Nali weightily to the mossy ground thinks better of conflict with this madwoman!

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A hand placed on the black cat's shoulder is quickly drawn away as the muscle below responds to the caress with twitches of agony, and Shasta smells its hot blood in the humid jungle air even as she feels its oily stickiness cling to a pair of graceful fingers. Wide eyes dart from one leopard to the other as all four participants in this grim dance hunch low and pace warily about the clearing.

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>>2965920
>>2965521
dis

>>2965928
Roll it

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>>2965964
If i gata reroll it then just both the pantar and you double team the closest leopard. By spiting their forces to pincer us they leave themselves easy to over whelm on one side.

>>2966047
fucked by the pseudo random dice, i knew this would happen.

ah well

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"Nali, to me!" comes the sharp exclamation as Shasta pivots on one heel and aims her sword at the closer of the two jaguars. The stippled beast which her glare targets gives pause, seemingly sensing what is to come-

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-for the panther whips its limber form about and bounds across the water-choked surface of the stream's marshy bank to heel!

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"Now, together with m-" Shasta begins to speak, then immediately silences herself in questing confusion, for the leopard astonishes the woman as it shrinks back and flees beyond reach of sword!

"Well, that's one way to scare a cat," she says, a glimmer of hope kindling in her breast, when a nightmarish screech from above sends shivers along the length of her lithe frame!

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Too late is Shasta's attention drawn to the panther as the second leopard collides, fangs-bared, against the smaller beast! Torn from its throat is a sickening shriek, as a fine spring of red bespatters the ground!

Shasta has but time to utter a single cry:

"Nali-!"

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No further can she forgo her own assurance at the plight of the great cat, for she spies beneath a well-formed brow the leopard which she took for a coward! No native she, to survive in this place means a lifetime of skill, skill acquired through raw red murder, and Shasta is struck with panic as she understands they have been outmaneuvered by these predators!

"Away! Away!" come cries unbidden, sword flashing wildly, and her gaze alights upon the ancient metal pole canting lazily from the muddy carpet beneath her feet.

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Through the air comes she, toes brushing on swelled and distended flower petals as she clears the distance, and grasps the fingers of her free hand at pole which offers such scant salvation, yet even as she does she feels the ember of hope snuffed, for in overcoming the effort of steadying herself against the rusting pole, reflexes betray intent!

"Oh, no! My sword!"

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>>2966424
Elbow drop onto the leopard.

>>2966433
fastest quest I have ever read

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The leopard paws at the metal surface of the pole, unsure of how to scale this height to claim its prize as its claws rake uselessly across the surface. Shasta feels the pole vibrate as the beast swipes against it once more-

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-when corroded iron at last gives way to time and weather beneath her, casting her plunging toward the marshy floor!

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Wordlessly, Shasta gropes for the broken ironwork, a weapon to meet this savage beast, but the bar is too heavy, her grip faltering from exertion and the jounce of the aleatory landing, and she can do nothing but stare with fearful eyes as the leopard takes a step toward her, sensing its time of victory has come.

Before it, Shasta wills herself through sheer terror to remain open-eyed, to meet this final fate aware until the end.

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A logic-trained mind is no recourse for the freezing chill that falls upon her in tandem with the leopard's shadow, closer until she can smell upon it the bitter acridity of its hide and fangs, and Shasta prepares for her excruciating return to the food chain, but her terror is replaced by a blank confusion as the beast turns its imposing snout not down to rend her supple tanned flesh, but upwards, catching something beyond the purview of the woman at its feet.

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The leopard jolts to one side and lurches around the remnant of the ancient metal pole, quickly disappearing into the thickness beyond the clearing. In its wake is left disconcerted Shasta, who finds herself now in the center of an eerie stillness.

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Bright eyes leap about, marking the scenes where their fight transpired, and from Shasta's exquisite throat comes a cry of involuntary pain spurred by the sight of a black form which lies transfixed in the soft mossy grass along the far side of the stream.

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"Nali!"

The panther's chest rises and falls in shallow swells beneath the woman's gentle touch, exerted by the simple task of breathing, and Shasta's eyes begin to burn.

"On, Nali, I'm so sorry! You've been hurt because of me! I should have taken more precaution! I've always been impetuous - I was warned it would lead to disaster, and now you've been-"

>>2966701
my heart can't take this ._.

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"-wha..."

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Consciousness comes at a steep price, for even as Shasta's will forces itself to the foreground of her mind and the gap of blank slumber begins to cede its grip upon her, a hand raises to touch faintly at the welt where her understanding of the world ends. "Oh... what... what happened?" she asks, wincing as fingertips brush against raw and angry nerves, when a voice young and unfamiliar sends her hurtling upward to the surface of cognizance.

"Oh, you're alive."

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Like a snake hidden in the guise of death, the woman compels her muscles to drive her upward to the supreme limit of their endowment, but the sudden rise is dizzying, and all but speech are beyond her in the moment.

"Who- who are you?"

"What's it matter? Where we're going, nobody needs a name."

"Wh-what..." Shasta blurts out, still half-insensate. "What do you mean? Where are we?"

Indifferently the girl casts her eyes upward behind Shasta's flowing hair, and as the woman turns her face she feels the ground under her rock and jolt. "What do you think?"

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"You're a slave now."

At these words uttered by the waif pressed against her in this too-small enclosure, the fiber of Shasta's being surges with life, and she leaps! But even her formidable nimbleness can offer no avail, for stout bars of the hardest wood challenge her way, and she cries, a primeval cry of rage at freedom denied.

"NO!"

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"Quiet down!" comes a call from the edge of her perception, and Shasta sees her true plight, locked as she is inside a prison-carriage and bereft of both panther and sword!

>Demand to know where your sword and panther are
>Try to escape
>Talk to the girl
>Recall how you came to be in the jungle
>Something else

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>>2966922
>>Demand to know where your sword and panther are

Rolled 3 (1d12)

>>2966922
>Talk to the girl

Rolled 6 (1d12)

>>2966922
>use (diplomacy) on (guard)

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"Where is my sword?" rises the challenge as Shasta gives voice to her anger. "It was near me when you- when that woman struck me with her baton! Answer me!"

In remonstrance comes from the strange uniformed woman's lips, "I said, quiet!"

"When I get out of here, you had better have my sword waiting or I-" Shasta cries, when from the darkness beyond the flickering light of the prison-wagon's torch steps a face both familiar and unwelcome, and acidic hauteur brings a renewed sting to the swollen knot upon her brow as the words carry forth.

"You needn't be concerned about your sword any longer,"

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Quickly comes the cry of raw fury as Shasta recognizes the face of her assailant. "You! Turn me loose and see if you catch me unaware a second time, you-"

"You won't be loose again for the rest of your life," says the black-clad woman, smirking as she does.

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"As for this fine sword-" she says, drawing up into the firelight a familiar work of steel.

"My sword!"

"OUR sword, you mean," the woman laughs, and at the sound Shasta plunges her face between the bars and extends her hand to its utmost limit, though strain as she might she cannot reach the source of her bedevilment! "This will bring me much prestige as roundup captain. Almost as much as this pair of healthy slaves."

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The loss of her sword is devastating, though tantalizingly close it gives a comfort still, yet even as it does Shasta's heart is rent with agony at the thought of Nali, and demand she does in imperious tone, "What of the panther that was with me? What have you done with-"

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"We wouldn't touch such a creature. Panther tastes terrible. But don't worry - it was almost dead when we found you. Something has surely made a meal of it by now."

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Fuming with guilt and rage, a cry is drawn to the edge of Shasta's throat, but no farther, for when the girl-prisoner speaks, the simple words constrict the wild woman more than the bars which now vex her. "I told you so. You might as well get used to being a slave."

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"I could never relinquish to enslavement, child," and neither does she proclaim the boast with hesitancy or equivocation, "for within me burns the cry of freedom!"

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TO BE CONTINUED

>>2967113
thanks LQ!

>>2967113
Thanks for running LQ!

>>2967113
Fug

>>2967104
Some Jungle NAT-SEE bitches 'bout to catch an ass whoopin'!

>>2967187
>>2967194
>>2967338
Thanks anons! Just need to get the new scene set up and take some pics and then we'll be back up!

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Wan moonlight spills across a narrow gap, threaded on a wayward path, and Shasta gauges a rough south-southwesterly course to her imperiled travel but fears even her own significant ability to navigate without err may be foiled here, for though these women know the way, the path of flowers has sprung up in their absence completely and totally since last they passed this way, so thoroughly choked is this provisional road with the petals that even now force the great draft horse to further heights of exertion.

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Behind her, the adolescent girl stirs, and utters with disparagement, "You might as well sit down. The mine is a long way from here."

"Mine?" questions the woman, for even before her capture had she wandered far from the charted lands and out into the great green wild, where settled knowledge of locales beyond the horizon broached on myth. "What mine?"

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Before long, the sullen damsel gives voice yet again. "There's a mine where they take all the slaves."

"What is your name, child?" Shasta entreats, for though unmistakable is the breeding of such a half-feral waif such as she, one raised in the comfortable confinement of mankind's last stronghold is well-heeled in diplomacy.

"Rin," comes the response, but when no further expression is offered, Shasta presses on.

"That's a lovely name, Rin," the blonde warrior-woman asserts. "My name is Shasta. From where do you come?"

Heeded at last and faced not with brutality and barked orders, but the soft delectation of interest, the girl begins to warm imperceptibly, and offers more with but a moment of silence passed between. "My tribe was near where they found you. But everyone has already been taken prisoner. That's where everyone in my tribe was taken. I didn't get caught then, but I didn't know where else to go so I went back to our village."

In quiet contemplation does Shasta ponder these words, and wonders on the unknown industry of this rumored mine, for in these times such practices are nearly unthinkable. So deeply pondered is this strange issue that she is nearly caught unawares when the waif speaks again.exigency

"What tribe are you from?"

"I'm not from any tribe, exactly-" Shasta begins, before a cold feeling alerts her to the exigency of their imprisonment.

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Casting a furtive glance past stout bars to the figure bedecked in ancient uniform, Shasta leans closer to the newly-introduced Rin and murmurs, "Given our hosts, it may be unwise to say too much... but if we keep quiet we may be able to converse."

>Activate backstory
>Attempt escape
>Wait and see if conditions improve
>Something else

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>>2968715
>>Activate backstory

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>>2968752

Rolled 1 (1d12)

>>2968715
>Activate backstory
Sure!

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"No, not a tribe," Shasta continues in voice scarcely audible even to the keen hearing of the woman-child pressed close against her in the confines of the prison-carriage, and twines long hair through a slender finger as she smooths it away from her face, eyes catching the stray moonbeams as they fall betwixt slats of rough-hewn lumber, taking on a faraway countenance as wistful implorement carries her back across the gulf of time. "I come from a place far from here, called the Arcology..."

>>2969042
Haha, Rin looks like she's sensing a lengthy backstory coming and she's already tired of it.

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"Did you hear the one about the are-you who was caught vandalizing Arcology property?" questions one of the two imposing figures clad in gleaming armor the same white hue as every surface in this radiant and yet cloistered locale, and without pause or turn her cohort responds in kind.

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"She was trying to break into the hydroponics facility after someone told her about cucumbers," finishes the other of the pair, drawing rough laughter from both, though the two behind, less brawny, remain silent, their flat slipper-like shoes making hardly any sound in wake of their escorts' cumbrous boots.

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"Well, let's get this over with."

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The very instant the electric key-card is slid within the machinery constructed into the portal, a section of wall subsumes itself, and the pair of demure women assert a sudden authority unseen previously. "Ah, good morning, Reproductive Unity RU-34. How are you feeling?" one beckons cheerfully as they stride inward.

"Well, actually, I'm feeling a bit-"

>>2969563
Well, that's not creepy at all.

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"Good, good! Hold still, please."

Before the girl can take account of the interruption, the painful talon of a syringe breaches her soft skin. "Ow! I- I mean, this being my first time and..."

"Yes, we must all do our part to keep mankind alive, even if it is sometimes unpleasant," the woman chides, in a voice of bored ire at the interruption of her work.

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"How do you think Sample Unit SU-03 feels?"

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"Now, just lie back and hold still, please-"

>Lie back and think of how humanity got into this mess in the first place
>Escape to freedom
>Check out what's happening in the present
>Something else

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>>2969612
>Escape to freedom
It's a nah from me

>>2969622
+

>>2969612
I gotta hibernate, escape the reproduction chamber well anons.

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"Never!" shouts the girl as she lunges from the barren and sterile surface of the frigid metal table, striking one toned leg outward to connect perfectly against the chest of her assailant.

"Look out!" cries the other, so well has the girl masked her propensity for such behavior to this point that she as well is sent reeling from the attack.

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"Here, I've got this," boasts one of the two most ample women from behind the casing of her garb, but at the notion protest comes anewed, not from the girl at the center of the assault, but from the two who until only a moment ago felt privy to the most intimate details of her biology!

"No, you Neanderthal!" gasps one.

"Put your club away!" resounds as the other follows suit. "We don't want to hurt her!"

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>>2969736
the needle they injected you with was supposed to make you more aggressive in bed, but it worked to soon! use your augmented strength and dex to annihilate your captors!

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Hot blood courses between the girl's ears, and she feels at once faint and exuberant, as muscles tremble not with fear but with some strange power unseen until this very moment!

"What- what is happening to me?" demands she.

"Now, Reproducti-"

"Don't call me that!" is the invection that rises without thought from between the maiden's perfect lips, and she strikes with a suddenness that even she could not expect!

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In an instant she grasps the all-concealing tunic of the woman and lifts her high into the air, nearly touching the surface of the fascimile sun which shines in harsh brilliance above them, and a gasp is forced from the girl's throat at the ease with which such feat is accomplished!

The woman twists helplessly in her grip and cries, "An experimental substance! It was only supposed to have limited affect!

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Ears which seem to become more sensitive with each passing instant hear a rustle of synthetic fabric behind, and the girl pitches the woman across the room as easily as she would a piece of crumpled paper, and turns thusly, striking with one well-formed hand, and though the inexpertise of her fist is plain, the force which propels it fells the other in a single smooth motion!

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At this, the armored figures raise once more their stout and dull batons, and a smile rises from lips enshadowed behind a visor as white as nearly everything the girl has seen in her life.

"What I'm hearing is that we don't have to go so easy on her anymore."

"They just need a few parts of her, right?"

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>>2969932
Release Sample Unit 03, then while they're distracted with him, run out the door and lock them in with him.

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Doing gods work OP

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"No more! I will be free!" echoes a roar from deep within the girl's chest as the impromptu weapon in hand collides against the woman's helmet, knocking her to the floor!

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Limbs afire, the baton cutting invisibly toward her is heard, or sensed in some bewitching way, and up is a hand, to which the rod can only offer a futile slap, and for an instant both combatants stand at pause, unsure of how to respond! Rushing headlong toward some unknown destiny, the girl responds, not as she has been trained from infancy, but in a new fashion, and in this new manner she finds herself pulled along, spurred by an unseen will springing ever-more stringently from within!

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A quirk of the lips is all that betrays the girl, as the baton is wrenched from the other's grip and driven with tremendous force across her jaw, knocking her prone and insensate!

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"Ah, there you are," muses the girl as she draws from within the armored woman's vest pocket the slim electric key-card. Yet even as she does, the first of the fallen pair rises to unsteady arms!

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At her back is the barking of the armored woman, demanding a halt to her transgression, but the girl's long and slender legs propel themselves past the threshold to escape this nightmare room! The glimmer of a plan catches interest in the back of her fervently questing mind, for to escape this place, the only place she has ever known, is daunting in scale, and so she flees, not away, but instead to the very chamber adjacent to her own imprisoning dwelling!

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"Is it time already? I promise you I shall be gentle!"

The quavering bray of the dotard man registers hardly at all, so strong pounds the blood between the girl's ears. Beyond her, in the hall, she knows without err or pause that she must face pursuit or be trapped once more!

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"Hold it, are-you!"

The armored woman's approach on the smooth tiled floor is thundrous, but so is the pounding of the blood which courses through the girl's body, and she feels renewed vigor as she drops low as the woman steps within striking range, catching the other unaware-

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-and clutching the carapace-like shell which encases the woman, tosses her to the farthest wall as easily as her unarmored accomplice!

A shriek of fear pops from the man as he ducks, cowardliness protecting as the armored figure misses him by a hair's breadth!

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Just as the girl's form is eminently suited for one single act, so is the other's, and forth does she spring even as the sound of her tremendous impact rolls about the room! Quicker still is the girl's hand, electric card ready at last for the finale of her trick, and a small blossom of teasing does she allow to creep to her lips as she watches the eyes of the other widen in surprise, then outrage as the sturdy door closes between the two, sealing her unaccompanied in the silent hallway!

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Between the slight click of the door locking and her next breath is but an instant, though she would be hard-suited to recall the exact breadth of duration, for at once does the energy which flooded her now recede as a glass pitcher shattered, and so mightily does it drain away her vital essence that she collapses against the smooth wall, eyes reeling with the dizzying force of her trial as at the far end of the hall other jailers waver near the fringe of her swimming vision!

>Find your friend (female)
>Find your friend (male)
>Find a way out
>Something else

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Rolled 10 (1d12)

>>2970482
>>Find your friends (male and female)
I'm calling them Pibb and Fanta and you can't stop me.

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"Where do you want to go after your shift is over?"

"I heard they got the algae processor working on level six."

"I had algae last night. And the night before."

"Did you hear there was some kind of trouble in the reproductive facility?"

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The chatter of the four women is unabated as they round the corner, though before them march a pair of armor-clad figures, who storm through the crowd, forcing them to either side of the white hall!

"Out of the way, tech."

"Move it."

"Where are THEY going in such a hurry?"

"Maybe it has something to do with the algae processor."

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Desperately does the beautiful girl slink through the brightly-lit passages of this strange place, for the moment somehow unseen through luck or providence, though the thought of either's aid springs closer to the surface of her heart than she would readily admit! At last she finds herself at the doorway to promised safety, yet the signalling button clicks dully under graceful fingertip as she taps it again and again, growing ever more frantic as each moment spins out!

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At last the door clicks and disappears, and the smiling face beyond the portal is quickly reduced to shock at the sight before it!

"Thirty-Four! What-"

"Oh, Sixteen! Thank science you're here!"

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The young woman Sixteen is roughly grasped and clutched tightly for a moment before the heaving girl lurches and drags them both back from the hallway with a rasping plea. "Shut the door, quickly!"

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"What's this, now?" Sixteen implores. "I heard there was some sort of trouble at the reproductive facility! Nothing serious, I hope-"

"Oh, Sixteen, I couldn't go through with it!" cries the girl, still unsteady on her feet with the pulsating rush of exuberant power displayed only minutes ago now only but unbelieving memory.

"With what?"

"Any of it! I couldn't... not with the thought of-"

The girl, the one called Thirty-Four, is struck in mid-thought when nothing beyond the very apparition of her words materializes from a small alcove unseen from the doorway.

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"Nine!" squeals the girl with utmost glee, as she hurls herself through the air! The strapping man meets her charge, sweeping her from her feet and into the air as her mood tumbles from terror to delight! "Oh, Nine, I'm so glad you're here!"

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"I heard there was some commotion," the man speaks in a deep clear voice as he holds her gaze. "I had a feeling I might find you at Sixteen's apartment."

"Oh, Nine... they gave me some kind of chemical! It made me-"

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Cut short are her words, for though nothing might please her more at the moment than the continued exchange with this man called Nine, the muted chime of the door summons their immediate attention!

Roll a d12 and link to this post for whatever you do, please! To roll, put dice+1d12 in the Options field!

Rolled 2 (1d12)

>>2970820
Into the air vent! They’ll never suspect a thing!

>>2970925
>Rolled 2 (1d12)

This quest makes me want an alternate universe version where people rolled well

I'm just lurking, but thank you for running, LQ.

>>2970929
You could try rolling yourself, you know...

Rolled 4 (1d12)

>>2970925
Seems like a good enough plan. Let me try...

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Perhaps it is the gap left from the artificial overexertion induced through that strange concoction, thinks the girl as she sags into the arms of the man called Nine.

"Thirty-Four! What's wrong?"

"All of a sudden... feel so weak..."

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"Here, lie down for a moment," Nine responds, carefully guiding the girl to the thin mattress. "I'm sure it's all the activity-"

"That's funny," remarks Sixteen in a faraway voice. "I feel weak as well..."

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Nine raises one hand, to steady his brow, for he finds his own vision wandering beyond his control. "Something... something isn't right. The air-"

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"The air!" he coughs, throat burning as he does so. "Gas... from the vent!"

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Rolled 7 (1d12)

>>2971062
Quickly! Into the secret bunker under the bed!

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The words of Nine are muffled as though her ears are swaddled in padded cloth as he grasps her and lifts her clumsily from the bed to spill onto the smooth cool floor. "Off... under here... panel..."

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Irate for some abstract reason she can no longer place, the girl lies elegantly even in numb disarray, and finds her faculty for speech curtailed utterly, and so she lies and watches intently as the man struggles to remove the bed from its mount, and though the gas which permeates their lungs clots her senses, still yet has she strength to wonder at the panel beneath and what end Nine seeks at its upheaval.

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Contest she does, the heavy weight of sleep that her very body even now succumbs to, and as she at last capitulates to the cloudy toxin, she wonders and fears at what her future will hold.

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That's it for tonight, but this thread isn't over yet, so stay tuned for more! Hope everybody else is having fun!

>>2971261
Night, boss. See you soon?

>>2971271
I should have more in about eighteen hours!

>>2971282
Gotcha. See you later!

>>2970279
This is very well done

OK, just gotta write up the intro and we'll get going again!

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In silence she dwells, held within the black womb of her own unconscious mind, dreaming and yet not, aware of her unawareness, knowing her fear but not fearing, for such things are intangible in the place where she resides.

Then, a stirring of one lovely limb, a twitch lifting the placid expression upon graceful chin, and a sigh. For one second, peace is upon her, this girl for who life has been an unending regiment, led down a path which grew narrower each day until-

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-now.

For a moment she pauses in confusion, for wholly unfamiliar are her surroundings, and a strange sense of fear drops upon her, for never before in her life has her waking not triggered the flickering of automatic light above her head. Yet this dark place, this non-space, refuses all her blank inquiry. Even how she came to be here is a mystery.

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An instant later, her eyes, well-adjusted to the gloom of near-total darkness, fall upon a familiar shape, and like a torrent of water broken free from a dam, so do the events of the past day flood through her mind. The room. The doctors. The police. Sixteen's apartment. Nine pulling up the floor.

Nine.

"Nine!"

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Her voice surprises her with its strength and clarity, for she feels as one having suffered a long fever recently broken, and even as his name-number echoes down the tunnel behind her, she is leaping on her toes to him, and calling his name again. "Oh, Nine!"

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To the sheer synthetic tunic of the man Nine does she press one delicately-formed ear, and only after two moments pass does she allow herself a breath, and a choked sob, for her endeavor was not passed in vain.

"He lives! Oh, but the heartbeat is faint-"

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The girl's fearful joy is lashed and driven far from hand even as she longs to press her brow to Nine's broad chest, for escaping the mouth of the tunnel from which she sprang but a moment ago echo the distant sounds of others, with heavy voices and heavy boots.

"It came from down this way."

"This level's been sealed up for years."

Roll a d12 and link to this post for whatever you do, please! To roll, put dice+1d12 in the Options field!

Lost my trip somewhere!

Rolled 5 (1d12)

>>2971409
for your hard work

>>2973197
back to the present! An opportunity to escape has finally appeared.

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"You're lying! That place you're talking about doesn't exist!"

Shasta is drawn from her reminiscence by the youth's outburst, and sighs at the weight of memory. "No, Rin, it is no lie. It exists."

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"But wait," Shasta commands in a hiss to which no opposition may be brought, for her keen senses have noticed something the girl has not. "We've stopped."

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Wide eyes glimmer from behind the slats of the wooden bars, taking in the scene of the woman cursing at their unplanned prolongment of this unwilled journey.

"What's the matter? Keep moving!"

"It's the horse! It won't move!"

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"You'd better get it moving," comes the threat from another, the very same who held with mocking disdain the gleaming sword of Shasta! "Or else I'll use this sword on you and leave you for the-"

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"-aaAAAAIIIII!"

The woman's boast of violence is swiftly aborted as barbed tendrils flex and twine about her, wrenching her effortlessly toward the blackened sky above their heads!

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At the forefront of the grim caravan stands the once-intractable horse, yet as the strange and nightmarish form rises from the swampy waters, so do distend the nostrils of that same beast, and it screams a beastly sound of terror as it strains forward against the weight of the prison-carriage to the limits of its physique!

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To Shasta, however, the cares of the horse are now of the most urgent primacy, for with each turn of the cartwheels, further is she drawn from that most exemplary of armaments!

"No! My sword!"

Roll a d12 and link to this post for whatever you do, please! To roll, put dice+1d12 in the Options field!

Rolled 7 (1d12)

>>2973467
Rock The cage side to side! Crash this cage with 2 survivors.

Rolled 6 (1d12)

>>2973467
Struggle mightily against the bars. HULK TEAR

Rolled 11 (1d12)

>>2973508
This!

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"What are you doing?" cries the panicked adolescent, for she stares in confusion as Shasta throws herself against the bars of their cage.

"Trying to free us! Now help me!"

"Like this?"

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"Aaaaaah!"

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Thrown askew by the antics of the pair, the cage tumbles into the air, and with a tremendous snapping do the rooftop bars of the prison-carriage shatter outward, disgorging both Rin and Shasta to the wet night ground beneath!

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"It worked!" squeals Rin as tosses her head from side to side, long hair streaming through the cooling night air while eyes fresh with youth marvel in the scene which now exists fully and uncompromised beyond the barrier of wooden bars.

"Yes, now we just need to find my sword, and we can-"

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"-leave."

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The word dies in her mouth as before them hovers serpentinelike and tremendously high, perched on a thick trunk of bright and gaudy hue, a massive clamshell structure ringed with barbs the length of fingers, a mutant neither beast nor tree, but some horrible intermedian!

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Shasta longs to believe that her hope may ring true, that this nightmare might turn aside, but such jubilation, like the bars of her former cage, are shattered as the clamshell hinges open, and from inside curl sticky and glistening, two long vines, knotted and spiked, which lash through the air with wet snaps as it dips downward faster than even Shasta's eyes may follow!

Roll a d12 and link to this post for whatever you do, please! To roll, put dice+1d12 in the Options field!

Rolled 11 (1d12)

>>2973749
Place one of the logs from the cage sideways into its mouth forcing it open, as it struggles cheese it and get your sword

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No conscious action can young Rin perform, so thoroughly frozen is she, and can only cringe and await her death blindly, but even as she cries out does Shasta hurl herself forward, toward a broken board from their erstwhile prison!

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Eyes flutter open, as expecting only pain, the young girl is hesitant to move a muscle, but as she does she sees a wonder which she will hold forever, for in front of her very being, the vine-swaddled monstrosity bares its clamshell jaws open wide, Shasta perched precariously 'tween the sides!

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As Shasta watches wary-eyed, the thing rises into the air, seemingly conscious of its plight but unable to rectify the impediment lodged within its dribbling maw!

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Rin is caught aback as Shasta pivots abruptly and shouts "Get that torch and get behind the carriage!"

"Where are you going?" pleads the girl, in awe still at the prowess the woman has shown to this point, but Shasta is already on her toes, sprinting across the fertile soil, and cries "To get my sword!"

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The rough bark of the colossal flower-stalk offers easy purchase to a climber as skilled as this, but no sooner does she surmount the enormous petals that Shasta's eyes grow wide with stark abhorrence!

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The plant - no, no mere plant is this, Shasta knows, for across the gap rimed with fronds, the nightmarish thing raises a tendril-stalk from some unseen rooting and curls it downward, probing at the board, blind and dumb, but in the immediacy of the act Shasta stands at the edge of madness for she knows the thing is intelligent.

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"Throw me the sword!"

Shasta's demand is met with abject scorn, for the woman calls back hastily, "Throw yourself!"

"Once that thing removes the board lodged in its jaws, the next thing it'll put there is you!"

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"Take it, then!"

The woman hurls the sword as she does the invective, but Shasta's concern is with only one.

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"Now, monster," Shasta calls out in a strong clear voice, bracing one shapely leg against the tremendous pistil and steeling herself in a warrior's pose as the plant flings the acid-soaked board to the marshy soil. "Let us see if you are the equal to a human."

That's it for now - I won't be back until very late tomorrow, so the earliest we'll be able to resume is Wednesday. I've got a long weekend coming up, so we should be able to finish this thread off during the week! Thanks for playing!

I love the prose in this story. It's deliciously Medium Lilac.

>>2974039
Thanks anon! I haven't throttled text like this for a while so good to know you're having fun!

Next bit should be up later tonight!

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Intelligence does the bizarre and extraordinary growth display, though Shasta sees before her naught but a wayward weed to be cut down, and so prepares to strike at its woody trunk, and to in one well-timed blow decollate this most astonishing of foliage!

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Yet even as the beauteous woman prepares to strike does it catch her unawares a second time, wielding the slaver-woman as it would a club, and in its flailing does it send Shasta's perfect feet free of the enormous petals beneath her!

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Keen fingers and nimble limbs wrap themselves around petals girthy enough to support her long and lean figure, and reflexes borne of science and honed by raw nature move to leap, to strike the gargantuan plant down, yet instead comes a gasp of shock and fear as her wide clear eyes widen even more in the dimness of the wan moonlight!

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The jungle-borne waif Rin stands cornered, her back to the overturned prison-carriage from which both girl and woman so recently emerged, and around her creep strange snapping things with legs like wispy blades of grass, held precariously at bay by only the flickering flame of her pilfered jailer's torch!

Roll a d12 and link to this post for whatever you do, please! To roll, put dice+1d12 in the Options field! And roll another d12 for whatever Rin does as well!

Rolled 10 (1d12)

>>2978457
Leave the slaver to the whims of the plant and save Rin. A grizzly fate but such is the law of the jungle

Rolled 2 (1d12)

>>2978457

Save them both! But Rin first.

Also OP, is the rules for voting just 1st come 1st serve?

>>2978490
Shes a slaver, let her DIE

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Without pause, Shasta flings herself from the bloated flower and into the air, her magnificent extremities trailed by the now-terrified pleas of her would-be slaver!

"Wait! Don't leave me! Save me!"

"Throw yourself," replies she, and behind her the monstrous plant-thing snaps its tendril-whips at meat denied, but only for a moment, for in its grasp still waits one morsel!

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Pleas wax to screams, and from whence Shasta came the slaver-woman thrashes within the constricting barbed fetters as closer and closer to the plant-thing's titanic clamshell maw is she drawn!

"No, no! No! NoooaaaAAAAH!"

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She alights upon the soft wet earth a whirlwind of flesh and metal, sword gleaming in the torchlight as the bloodthirsty weeds are each in turn felled by her keen unflinching hand!

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The horrid mutant plants spring about, jaws snapping, but Shasta's blade is swifter yet, bisecting and impaling them faster than may be followed by even the young eyes of Rin!

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Yet even as she winnows away their numbers is Shasta's attention drawn to the last of the swarm, and unseen creeps upon the overturned prison-carriage one more such freak, grass-stalk legs drifting forward with slow deliberate hesitation.

>>2978618
NNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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A moment before it shifts to leap, the girl catches sight of it from the farthest corner of her eye, and turns improbably to jolting surprise and an abrupt shriek, for in the flare of the torch the bristled horror rears back, bark-like pincers snapping, and dips to spring upon her!

Roll a d12 and link to this post for whatever Rin does, please! To roll, put dice+1d12 in the Options field!

>>2978515
>Also OP, is the rules for voting just 1st come 1st serve?

The first reply is the most important, but successive replies can swing, sway, or aid the first reply, as well as add additional surprises.

Rolled 2 (1d12)

>>2978638
How about some fire, Bug-Thing?

Rolled 6 (1d12)

>>2978638
swat it

Rolled 6 (1d12)

>>2978638
yeah, beat its face in. WITH FIRE.

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Frantic swings effect naught but the weird thing's interest, and inexpertly the juvenile strays from her erstwhile savior Shasta, as Rin draws farther into the jungle, while behind her the chittering plantoid snaps just out of range of her torch!

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In terror does the pursued damsel race, until all that sounds in her hot ears are her own pants and footfalls, and a clammy shiver courses its way along her neck, for as the immediate terror of the chase subsides does she find herself wholly without bearing!

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A gasp is stifled in her breast, and the girl stands utterly silent, intent on any sound, yet having heard none, she starts one sigh of cooling night air when in the darkness beyond her meager fire is heard a slight crepitation, as if but a breeze rustling two stalks against one another, yet the night is still, and with panic rising in her voice Rin voices her hope and fear.

"Shasta? Are you there?"

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Roll a d12 and link to this post for whatever you do, please! To roll, put dice+1d12 in the Options field!

Rolled 12 (1d12)

>>2978744
Rin falls into the pit, which turns out to be some sort of hidden tomb or bunker.

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Struck dumb with fear, the girl begins pleading with the things, for surrounded and outnumbered Rin sees her death as the ravenous weeds tear her flesh away piece by piece!

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A single step backward puts her nearly in the center of the muddy sinkhole, and though she casts her torch from side to side she knows that such effort is futile, for she has at last met her end. Thus it is that when her weight is fully drawn upon that heel, a noise unlike any she has ever heard emerges from beneath her feet, for Rin, jungle-born and ignorance-bred, has never in her life heard the sound of machinery, and registers the disturbance with mild confusion while bloodthirsty weeds snap at her torch's waning glow.

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Unprepared, the girl manages barely a cry, so shocked is she as the wet earth disappears from under her!

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Having dispatched with the last of the trembling horde of nightmares, Shasta pushes her way through the dense brush, calling out in her melodic voice for the wayward maiden.

"Rin? Rin, can you hear me?"

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"Oh, no!" cries the statuesque woman as she breaches the clearing and spies upon the muddy patch a familiar torch, recently extinguished!

"Rin!"

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"RIN!"

That's it for tonight, but I've got the next four days off so I'll be back tomorrow with more!

No idea why I randomly lost my trip, since I haven't posted outside of this thread since I started tonight. Hope everybody had fun!

>>2978866
How did you do the ceiling for the flashback scenes?

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>>2978903
>How did you do the ceiling for the flashback scenes?
All the walls in the main part of the Arcology are 21 plates high with either a tile on top or are the flat sides of pieces (like the tiled wall sections). I've had this lightbox since I was a kid (I built one myself using a lightbulb socket, a chunk of styrofoam, and a small pane of plexiglass, but I think my mom probably saw the potential hazard in that so she got me a nicer one) and use it for lots of things to this day, but in this case I flip it upside down and it rests flush against the top of the walls. I think it works perfectly for the Arcology interior.

I have to go run to town and then stain my fence before it snows again, but I will be back later today and we can play some more!

>>2978863
>dat crotch shot

Nice, nice. This is just like one of my chines cartoons.

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"Willkommen im Sicherheitsunterkunft, Bewohnerin. Bitte treten Sie vor."

The words seem to form in the very air, and Rin, a child of savages and superstition, feels shrunken in its mysterious presence. "Who said that?" pleads she.

"Bitte treten Sie vor."

"I don't understand what you're saying!" the girl cries, for the words, though strange, are given in a tone for which no vacillation will be suffered.

"Übersetzen. Please step forward."

"Are- are you talking to me?"

"Please step forward."

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Panic's cold embrace begins to circle the girl as she grows ever-more certain that this is some terrible breach into the world of spirits into which she has inadvertently stumbled. "Where are you? I can't see you."

Yet again, the answer given is maddeningly nebulous, despite being drawn in a tongue which reflects her own. "Please step forward. I am the autonomous control system."

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Seeing no recourse to the brusque phantom's demanding words, Rin takes a slow step into the hall, then a second, for still in trepidation does she pass and softly do her feet tread here, sure with each footfall that some cursed ruin will befall her in this land beyond death. "Where are you? I can hear your voice, but I can't see you!"

"There is a speaker grille located four meters from your location."

"What is this place?"

"Willkommen im Sicherheitsunterkunft, Bewohnerin. Bitte treten Sie vor."

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Perhaps the girl Rin is ignorant of such things as machines, yet upon hearing this ethereal voice's strange greeting a second time, her own continuance draws her attention to the elusive portal from whence she so recently stepped, and there finds mangled and bent yet still full of awful vitality a lone mutant weed, tenacious bloodlust of its malformed lineage evident in its presence!

Roll a d12 and link to this post for whatever you do, please! To roll, put dice+1d12 in the Options field!

Rolled 12 (1d12)

>>2980507
The mutant weed doesn't trigger the sensor that keeps the door open, and it gets smashed underneath the door.

Rolled 10 (1d12)

>>2980507
Scream. A lot.

In order to summon Shasta's help of course.

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In terror does a scream of pure panic breach the throat of the young maiden, for in this awful place, such a thing is surely a demon summoned to cast upon her the most atrocious of tortures!

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Drawn to her cry, the blood-crazed plant crosses the portal, chittering and bristling with hungry excitement!

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Instincts flare unbidden, and sure of her end yet spurred on by resolve to remain among the living, Rin sprints from the vicious mutant, yet even in her haste can she not silence the frightful scream which flies from her breast!

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For such a thing as this mangled mutant, the workings of this place are of no consequence, so focused is it on the promise of meat at hand, penned in on a narrow path, and so the twisted thing bends to leap a dozen paces in a single bound, to rend the flesh and bone from the back of the soft fleeing thing, and so blameless are both the unknown workings of nature and the unseen makers of this strange world of bodiless ghosts when the slight weight of the knotted menace fails to inform itself of the weed's presence and the crushing pressure exhibited the next instant.

Like an acorn filled with jelly the thing fractures and crunches, spilling out upon the stone-like floor its viridian innards, and at once does cease the maddening chattering of its esurient beak!

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"What?" blurts the girl, for sure she was that the mutant was brought here for her own terrible torments, yet its sudden appearance and even more sudden demise throw her mind through a turbulence until again speaks the intangible ruler of this place.

>>2980803
That was a very long way to say "Suddenly the door shut on the mutant plant monster, squishing it and sending it's innards across the room. It was super gross."

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"Why did you scream, Citizen?"

"I wish Shasta was here!" spouts the adolescent, the swells of panic and elation pressing her to the brink of tears.

"There is no record of a citizen by that name," speaks the voice which casts itself about the air surrounding her, but as the first tear slips across her youthful cheek, a hope begins to stir that she may yet survive this nightmare realm, for the voice speaks a promise couched in the strange patois of which she unfamiliarly attempts to comply. "To locate that citizen directly, please proceed down the corridor to your left and continue to the central control station."

"This- this way?"

"Yes."

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"Here?" asks the girl at last, as she broaches the threshold of a room where strange protrusions of glass and metal jut from the strange smooth walls.

"Yes," reassures the voice. "Please consult one of the staff members for directory assistance."

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In a most tentative of voice does she reach out a trembling hand to place it upon the shoulder of the seated figure which rests before the intricate table. "H-hello? The voice said you would help me find Sha-"

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"-aaaHHH!"

A cry is pulled from her lips, for as she lays a hand upon the form does it collapse at her touch while to the stone floor crashes a grinning skull which rolls to a stop at her feet!

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"Why are you doing this?" she demands, incensed at the cruel joke which she perceives this direction to be.

"Were the staff members unable to help you?" voices the ghost.

At this a shout of frustration is pulled from the waif, who cries "He's dead! And you said he would help me find Shasta-"

"Directing to remote viewing capability," the voice states inscrutably.

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"Please direct your attention to the viewing screen at your left."

"The what?" Rin questions, for the words are foreign to her.

"Unknown party recognized outside of formal boundaries," says the voice, ignoring her utterly and then, bafflingly, strangely states "Possible citizen located."

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Vexfull doubt creases the brow of the budding woman-child, yet with distrustful eyes does she look up on the plate of blackened glass, until to her great surprise a light emerges in the center beneath the smooth surface and an image forms which she once thought sure would never again cross her gaze!

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Upon the glass suddenly springs the visage of the woman Shasta, and bathed in strange electric hues does the girl press her palms against the cold unyielding surface, baffled at the sight presented before her!

Roll a d12 and link to this post for whatever you do, please! To roll, put dice+1d12 in the Options field!

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>>2981116
That's her! That's Shasta! She's one of those... Cee-Tee-Zen things you mentioned!

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>>2981116
start slamming on the screen because you think shasta's soul has been trapped behind it

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"Shasta! That's her!" squeals the girl with tears of excitement. "Please, let her out!"

"That is a pictorial representation, not an actual citizen," chides the voice, and though the words are unfamiliar in the extreme, so has Rin begun to comprehend the parlance of this strange place, and knows that the phantom refers to the visage of Shasta as an incorporeal shade, and wails anew!

"Oh, Shasta," cries she, "You're dead, and trapped in this, and I can't- I can't-"

From her lips rise a staccato of choking sobs as fists pound against the sturdy glass, while behind and beyond mutely stalks the grim form of the warrior-woman, aglow in a spectral gleaming as lighting wrought to the most cunning of effigy, and long would be the leaving of her newfound post as she clings to the icon of the dead Shasta, but for the voice of nothingness drawing her to the edge of her misery.

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"That citizen is not inside the viewing screen," states the unseen voice, and in her confusion Rin tosses her head as if to lock eyes with the specter, for she can ask only one thing.

"W-where is she?"

"That citizen is approximately one hundred and fifteen meters above you."

"Above... me?" stutters Rin, for her notions of the hereafter are half-formed and the plight of her current stress has cast afield what little belief she had clung to before this moment. "Can she- can Shasta come here?"

"Would you like to allow that citizen to enter this level?" The question seems almost absurd, for in her brief time here the maiden has seemingly gone from sacrifice to ruler, and she finds the words as a pile of stones on her tongue, which she dislodges with a stuttering command.

"A-allow? Allow- allow Shasta? Y-yes! Yes! A-allow her!"

"Please return to the portcullis," the voice implores in its flat inflection, and though the girl knows not the word, the intent is clear and bright as the image on the glass.

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The door of the entry point removes itself, and beyond crouches the fierce blonde warrior, sword held high to attack any point, and as she catches sight of the mangled remains of the weed-thing, nostrils flare on an elegant and refined nose, for she expects battle, yet with a single utterance does her guard crumble.

"Shasta!"

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To its full height is drawn the lean and toned figure, and utter mystification is plain as her sword-arm sags even as her eyes widen in rejoicement.

"Rin?"

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"Rin!" The sound gushes forth, relief a potent balm to sooth the millstone of anguish which until this moment slowed her every step, and she embraces the girl tightly, a gesture of camaraderie and gratefulness that Rin happily returns.

"Oh, Shasta, I thought you had been lost forever," the girl cries, elated to teariness at her fortune.

"I thought much the same about y-" Shasta begins, when that ghostly voice for whose orders Rin so recently and dutifully carried out again speaks.

"Please step forward."

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At once drops Shasta to the hard floor, sword up, as keen eyes dart from edge to edge along the ceiling.

"Don't be scared," pipes Rin. "It's just a voice."

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"I wouldn't be too sure of that."

>Try to escape
>Look around the place
>Talk to the voice
>Something else

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>>2981331
>Something else
we need to save/ look for our panther friend

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>>2981331
Enter and look around.

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The portcullis clicks closed behind them, and Shasta can see no immediate way to open it again. "Oh, how I wish Nali were at my side," pines the woman, and at the utterance Rin bids interpretation of this new name.

"Who is Nali?"

"A panther. We travel together. But there was a fight... Nali was gravely wounded when those slavers attacked me-"

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"The fewing screen can find it," declares the girl, voice swelling with immense surety.

"The what?"

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"The fewing screen."

"I see," Shasta murmurs, for while such things as the unburied dead propped up in seats are but one marvel of this place of wonders to the uncivilized maiden, a chill runs the length of Shasta's well-curved back, for to her eyes a terrible occurrence is belied at the presence.

"Fewing screen, can you show us a panther?"

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At first Shasta doubts the validity of Rin's generous toutings, but in a moment it flickers to life, and behind the thick glass wavers and coalesces a form that while limping with fresh wounds is nevertheless most familiar to her, and she cannot help but express a cry of purest joy at the sight!

"Nali!"

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The glee is short-lived, falling away with the euphoria which flees from Shasta's face, for as she watches the screen flickers and chances, and a second form most familiar and unwelcome fills the glass!

>>2981442
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thanks for running LQ!

>>2980484
>>2980500
are you perhaps from germany (or austria or switzerland)?

>>2981557
Im guessing alaska