Hello and welcome to Devil May Cry: The Ring Quest!
Let's get the introductions and the rules out of the way:
>What's this?
A quest set in the Devil May Cry universe after the events of DMC V and as far from main canon as possible.
>The game is not even out yet you nig!
Yes, I'm aware.
As such you'll have to take my speculation with a grain of salt.
>Okay, what's the premise?
You are a young scavenger/secret demon hunter living inside the "city" simply called The Ring.
This settlement is built around a heavily demon infested area simply known as The Zone and serves as a sort of containment for the nasties inside.
All of this is located in a wasteland which has been declared a demilitarized zone and the general populace is ignorant of its existence. Basically nobody can get out.
And it's your job to venture inside the Zone and get the necessary supplies so the Ring can continue to exist.
>And who are we?
An as of yet un-named, cocky demon hunter.
I'm going to let you shape the characters personality as you see fit and name it a bit later.
The only background you get for now is that you are THE No.1 Scavenger in the entire ring and a bit of a loner due to the general populace not really liking demons that much.
>Okay, then let's get started!
Not so fast!
For there are some gameplay rules we need to discuss first.

1.) Rolls are done with 3d10's and usually it's a best of 3 but this number can vary depending on your actions and choices. I give you a DC and a Crit threshold, whichever you hit you'll get. And there are no Crit-Fails. Not technically.
If you decide to do something dumb and fail at it, that'll technically be a crit fail.

2.) Stylish Action!
Write-ins are always an option, no matter the circumstance so I won't always offer them as an option to conserve space.
But there are also "Special" write-ins called Stylish Action. Since this is Devil May Cry, styling on people is a must.
This is basically a mixture of a taunt button and a "Go Ham!" button. Anything you can come up with goes but it gets an appropriate DC for the complexity and difficulty of the action.

But be careful! For great SSStyle comes with great consequence!
It's easy to style on mob characters and especially on humans but NOT bosses.
However the more difficult the Stylish Action the greater its rewards. If done on a big and strong enemy, it can demoralize them and much more! But if you Stylebeast on a human during a conversation they might just think you are a jackass.

3.) Grappling
This is yet another special type of action, mainly used in combat and requires two sets of rolls.
The first roll is a skill check to pin the enemy. If successful it stuns the opponent and locks them out of their action.
The second roll is to determine the damage dealt.
Same rules apply. Bigger enemies are harder to grapple but the pay-off is also greater.

And that's it! Have fun!

>>3189312
>>Pretend to be asleep

>>3189312
>Pretend to be asleep
Exaggerated snores and all

>>3189312
>Pretend to be asleep

>>3189333
Girls don't snore, anon.

Well, it's been 15 minutes and we got 3 votes.
Guess it's time for me to get

>writing

>>3189336
My mistake, how could I have been so silly

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UhIKiS0I5d4

Though you're well aware of your little 'uninvited guest' you can't really bring yourself to care.
Not when you had your door broken... again. So deciding to try your luck you remain motionless in the hopes that maybe she works like a T-rex and won't notice you.

snore snore SNOOOOOORE

"Oh no you don't!"
She tramples over to the hammock suspended in the very end of the room and with one quick motion she flips it over.
Landing face first on the ground you keep up the facade and snore as loudly as you can.
"You know... you're going to go and work whether you like it or not!"

Grabbing you by the ankles she drags you out of the shack held together by divine will and duct tape that you call home and onto the streets. You hear the amused chuckles of the pedestrians looking at this display of tomfoolery as you are dragged through dirt and rocks. After many, many bumps on the road you finally reach the wall separating you from your less than friendly neighbors.

As your "friend" drops your legs the other parties present immediately begin mocking you.
"Is... is this clown asleep? In full gear?! AGAIN?!"

"Why?"
You ask.
"Don't you?"

"Wha- NO! What idiot sleeps with WEAPONS?!"

"Well, I guess that explains why you aren't the number 1 scout..."

This clearly didn't amuse the other scavengers.
"I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW-"

"And don't call me clown.
I have a name you know...
It's-"

>Jason
>Lucy
>Insert name

>>3189357
>Lucy

>>3189357
>>Lucy

>>3189357
Eris

>>3189357
>Lucy

>>3189313
>Stylebeast

Could it be? A fellow best friend of culture? Super.

>>3189375
May they rest in rip

Also Lucy it is.
>writing

>>3189377
>May they rest in rip

The dream has ended but they will always live on in our hearts. Poor Pat couldn't handle the bantz. I hold out hope that one day they will get back together for hype new releases.

>>3189385
>Pat

Good to see I'm still retarded. *Matt

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"It's Lucy.
So make sure to remember it erm..."

Your "rival" gives you a smirk.
"Well tell me. Clown."

"Erm... I got it."

"It's ARLO! ARLO DAMN IT!"

"Yeah, that.
Anyway... I don't got time for this so if you'd move out of the way-"

"And what about the briefing?
Shouldn't you wait and hear what our actual job is?!"

"Oh yeah... Jackie?"
You shout over your shoulder back at the woman who rudely interrupted your 12 hour nap.

"One of the generators got busted up.
We need replacement parts for it. But a replacement would be ideal-"

"New generator, got it."

As you head for the gate however Arlo shouts after you.
"Heh... good luck finding that generator of yours... dumbass."
Poor little Arlo. To this day he still believes you prowl the same paths as they do.
But that's the way it should be.

You look up at the guards and after giving them a nod they start opening the heavy, metal gates slowly.
"Let 'er through!"

Stepping out of the city and into the zone you dust off your yellow cape and pull up your hoodie, hiding your white hair and casting a shade over your silver eyes as well as checking to see if you didn't drop anything while Jackie so kindly took you to work.

First is the boys, Allegretto and Encore. A pair of curved Balisong knives you like to twirl around just for the fun of it. Despite their lackluster appearances they were forged by the best guy you could bribe from demonic metals you've gathered in your spare time.

Update will have to wait a few minutes.
Be right back

Okay, I'm back.
And got me some rum.

Let's get back in gear

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And if death by a thousand cuts is just not a viable route then there's the Coup de grâce, your baby, the love of your life.
A heavily modified .357 magnum that was drenched in enough demon blood to render it magical.
A proper show-stopper, the Minotaur.
Luckily she's also in top condition.

Putting everything back in place you look around and briefly scout the area.
As far as you can tell there isn't much demonic activity at the moment. Good.
But that could change real quick.

"Okay... let's see..."

>There must be at least a couple functional ones in the junkyard. (High demonic activity)
>Maybe there's still one left in the Home Depot (Less demons but less likely to have the parts)
>Let's just scavenge for some parts
>Other? (write-in)

>>3189477
>There must be at least a couple functional ones in the junkyard

>>3189477
>There must be at least a couple functional ones in the junkyard. (High demonic activity)

>>3189477
>>Maybe there's still one left in the Home Depot (Less demons but less likely to have the parts)

>>3189477
>>There must be at least a couple functional ones in the junkyard. (High demonic activity)

Well... Things are about to get cuhrayzee around here.

>writing

I hope this DMC quests lasts longer than the last. How many bullets do we got, and do we had a speed load or moon clips for the revolver?

Looking over to the junkyard you let out a smirk.
"Well... I guess it's pretty obvious..."

Jumping down you head straight for the place where you know there is bound to be at least one functional generator. But there is a very good reason for that. Heading deeper into the Zone you pocket your hands and keep checking left and right for the smallest of movements. You can always find goodies where the scouts haven't looted yet.
But there is a good reason why they avoid going deeper like the plague.

Suddenly you feel something.
Not something concrete, more like a feeling in your gut.
Stopping you check behind your back to see if someone or something is sneaking up on you.
And that's when the shadows start rippling where you aren't looking.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r4pZHb6QSuo

Like a pack of hungry animals strange fish like creatures jump out of the dark with a splash.
Their black and slimy skin glistens from stray rays of light as the go in for the kill and stab you in the back.
Sighing you raise your gun and blow one of their brains out. The wound in your back almost immediately begins to close up.

"Look guys... I had a really bad morning.
Can we just not?"

The remaining beasts growl and bear their teeth at you.
Not counting the one you just turned into paste you count about five of the deep sea rejects.
Smiling you holster your gun and reach for your knives.
"Guess not!"

You ponder on how to handle them.
From past experience you know that these things are best taken care of quickly.

>Use your superior speed to dodge and counter their attacks.
>There is no kill quite like overkill! Maximum damage!
>Fight them from afar using your gun
>Grapple

>Stylish Action (write-in)

>>3189537
Neither
The revolver does not need to be reloaded as it uses demon juice to shoot.

Instead, if it's used too much the built up heat needs to be vented from the chamber or it might blow up.

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>>3189545
>>Use your superior speed to dodge and counter their attacks.

>>3189545
>Use your superior speed to dodge and counter their attacks.

>>3189545
>>There is no kill quite like overkill! Maximum damage!

>>3189545
>Stylish Action
>Use the junk around you and stack em where you can sit on it. When the monsters comes close bring your stacked of chairs down to monsters crushing them along with it.

Come on guys this is Devil May Cry at least try a little bit.

Speed blitzing it is.
And with a pinch of >>3189568

Please start rolling 3d10s
Best of 3
DC: 9 Crit: 14

>writing

>>3189545
>Sighing you raise your gun and blow one of their brains out. The wound in your back almost immediately begins to close up.
Hmmmm.

>Stylish Action (write-in)
Stab a pair in the head and stars using them as improvised clubs.

Rolled 9, 6, 2 = 17 (3d10)

>>3189584

Rolled 3, 9, 2 = 14 (3d10)

>>3189584

Rolled 8, 10, 7 = 25 (3d10)

>>3189584

>>3189599
Sweet

>>3189610
it's Super Sweet Style anon or Sweet Style but its there. Or at least we earned SS

Rolled 4, 10, 6 = 20 (3d10)

>>3189586
Might as well

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These fish things are pretty much covered from head to toe in some sort of slimy coating. Not something you'd necessarily want to get on your clothes, since you don't like laundering them.
So drawing your knives with a quick little twirl you assume an offensive stance and rush them.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DRQjs0KXhqM

The first one flails with its long arm horizontally, which you slide under on your knees and once you come face to face with the abyssian creature you spring up, cutting it open from crotch to neck. As you do a backwards somersault in the air to clear away from the demon you see its guts pouring onto the ground and let out a relieved 'phew'.

But as you land you see one of the four remaining ones walks up the its downed brethren and rips out its god damned spine. Armed with its new club dotted by hundreds of razor sharp spines it roars menacingly at you.

"Oh yeah... now I remember why I shouldn't kill them one by one...
Oh well."
You extend one arm and beckon the creature.
"What are you waiting for? Fight me!"
It smashes its weapon into the ground a few times before charging you.
"Good boy!"

At the last moment you jump up and watch as this sad excuse of an amphibian strikes a pillar which used to support a railway above the street. The ensuing rubble falls down and unfortunately misses the demon but it gives you an idea.
Hopping from pillar to pillar you taunt the creature to topple each of them.

Once you determine the pile to be big enough you jump on top of it and sit down with your legs crossed.
"You know, they say it's not the size of your stick that matters but how you use it.
Guess you didn't quite get the memo."

Sitting still as the demons start climbing your little throne of dirt you wait until the very last moment.
When the demons start reaching for you, you jump back and shoot the pile, creating an avalanche which buries the demons under a few tons of concrete.

As you land you look at your creation and nod to yourself.
"That ought to do it."
And just like that the crystallized demon blood phases through the cracked stone and makes its way to you.
"Sweet!"

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But now that this little distraction is dealt with you can return your attention to the job at hand and take off towards the junkyard. With quite a bit more spring to your step you manage to avoid any further complications and reach the towering piles of junk that are taller than the ruined buildings around them.

Areas like this are not exactly uncommon, claimed and usually created by the biggest and baddest fucker in the area, these little 'forts' are treasure troves for those daring enough to go near them as they have a tendency to contain the most useful of junks. Unfortunately for the average human this does come with its fair share of danger as the owner of said trash, while doesn't care about it takes GREAT offense at you attempting to take what's his.

"Better be careful..."
You speak up, not wanting to tussle with anything larger than yourself on an empty stomach.

Slowly you sneak your way through the labyrinthine maze of scrap until eventually you get to a crossroad.
Briefly you consider which direction to go in before nodding to yourself and taking the path to the right... until a voice calls you out.

"A human? My how curious.
Did you get lost?"

You look up and you see an inhuman pair of red eyes staring down at you.
It's fair to say that you've never seen a demon like that before. With big rabbit ears it almost looked comical to you, were it not for the very serious look in her eyes and her very intimidating presence.
Looking at her you are reminded of an old saying to be very afraid of the demon that resembles a human.

"Not really. Just looking for something."
You respond.

"Well I suggest you look the other way instead.
There is only death in that direction."
She says.

"And why should I trust you?"
She does not respond to this and instead just watches what you are about to do.

>Go right anyway.
>"Got it. Left it is."
>Other? (write-in)

>>3189702
>Go up.

>>3189702
>Fondle her ears

>>3189702
>>Go right anyway.

>>3189702
>Other? (write-in)
>shitty pick up line
Ey gurl you look in mighty fine.
What's in that direction then?

>>3189702
>"You an angel? 'cause ypu look heavenly."

Jumping up with cheesy pick up lines it is.

>writing

But what made you assume this isn't the rabbit from Monty Pythons Holy Grail?

>>3189768
Fuck, I always default to wonderland .

>>3189768
Because it can only count to two.

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You look to the right then to the left, all the while tracking the movements of the rabbit from the corner of your eye.
Seeing as it doesn't seem to move in for the kill nor does it try to flee you decide to mess around with it.

Running head first into the scrap heap you quickly ascend it by kicking yourself off of it again and again just like in the Prince of Persia games until you find yourself face to face with the demon that just called you out.
She looks visibly shocked by your ability to climb such a sheer cliff and almost even speaks up about it before you scare her.

"Hi beautiful! Are you an angel? 'Cause you look heavenly!"
She freezes as you look around the place from your new vantage point.
"So... what's in that direction agaaaaaaaa-"
You trail off as you see a frankly MASSIVE demon resting under some shade provided by the towering heaps of metal.
As you attempt to focus on it you realize that it looks like a scarred red dog the size of a small house.
"Phew... almost ran into that one."
You look back at the demon and start questioning her.
"Why did you tell me?"

She seemingly snaps out of her confusion and clears her throat.
*ahem*
"I'm a Wolpertinger. A low class demon.
We don't have much power so we get by with favors.
We help and serve others so they may protect us. This wasn't any kindness. It was an investment!"

"Aw geez! Thanks!"
You pat the cute rabbit on the head and go as far as to touch her ears.
"Oooo fluffy!"

She shoves you away.
"Don't you have anything better to do?!"

"Oh yeah...
Thanks for reminding me!"

>Go and get the drop on the big bad wolf before it gets you.
>Steer clear of that for the moment.
>Other? (write-in)

>Stylish Action

>>3189818
>Stylish Action
>Sweep teh bunny and cue benny hill theme while asking cooly where you can find a working generator. Because that is what cool girls would do. Just trush her she will lead to the right direction.

I dunno if this is considered a stylish action but if not.

>Taunt
>You see gran gran is not here and i have my red riding hood waiting for me to get that sweet generator.
>Start using your Minotaur on the nearest stack of junkpile to avalanche through the wolves. It might not get hit but they will force to scatter where you can defeat them one by one.

>>3189818
TAME IT
IT'S A DOG I LOVE DOGS HE'S JUST MISUNDERSTOOD HE NEED LOVE AND CARE.

>>3189818
>"So what favor you planning to cash in? I can think of few I'd gladly do for a hottie like you~"

I... can't really make heads or tails of this.
I guess I'll go with this>>3189871


>writing

>>3189849
>You trail off as you see a frankly MASSIVE demon resting under some shade provided by the towering heaps of metal.
>wolves
M8 all that's down there is a single giant scarred dog that's probably needs a hug and a bath.

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Looking back at the rabbit you ask her one thing before taking off.
"Say... you wouldn't happen to know where a nice girl could find a working generator, would you?"
She points one finger at the massive demon hound resting. Sure enough there IS a generator over there.
"Thought so... they're never where the demons aren't.
Anyways, thanks for helping.
Erm... by favors what exactly do you mean? Because I could think of a few for...
You know what? Never mind... too much. Was it too much? I 'unno...
Bye!"

Jumping down you surf down on a particularly large sheet of metal straight into the pit that the wolf claimed as his own.
Walking up to the dog you ready your pistol and fire off a warning shot near it. You could just sneak around but dragging a heavy ass generator would probably alert it to your presence, so it's better to get this out of the way first.

"Wakey wakey, Mister Big Bad Wolf!
Because this Red Riding Hood is packing heat and needs to deliver your stuff for her nan nan!"

With groggy movements the demon stumbles to its legs and almost hits its head against the junk pile as it stands up.
It was big enough laying down, but now it's absolutely massive.
"Ehhh?
Who dares disturb my slumber?!"
Its eyes move around searching for any disturbance but once they find nothing they start trailing downward and lock in on you.

"Down here!"
You wave at the massive beast.

"A human?!
You dare enter my territory?!"

"Yeah! I need some stuff which you happen to have.
I don't suppose you're willing to make a trade for it!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QpjZmuJ-Thk

It lets out a deep growl as it lowers its posture and looks at you.
"ROOOOOOOOOAAAAAAR!
You think you can take from the mighty Fenrir?!
YOU'LL PAY WITH YOUR LIFE FOR THIS INSOLENCE!"

Quickly the beast moves its posterior around, causing the chains tangled around its body to unfurl and flail around wildly.
Bending backwards you allow the chain to fly above you harmlessly before straightening your back and jumping above it the second time it comes around.

"Whoooo yeah!
I haven't played jump rope since I was a kid!
You know what? I always wanted a dog and you seem kinda fun!
Whaddaya say boy? You wanna come home with me? We can have bath time and I'll even take you for walkies afterwards!
Who's a good little boy? Yes you are! Yes you are!"

"STOP MOCKING ME!"
It roars in anger once more as it prepares its next attack.

>He sure is big. A big target that is (shoot him)
>Let's see how fast it is. (knives)
>Grapple

>Stylish Action

>>3189983
Trip it and give it belly rubs

>>3189983
>Stylish Action
Start grabbing his chains and try using them to tie his legs together. And possibly muzzle him.

>DMC Quest
Ah hell ye-
>FemMC
Fuck. Well, hope everyone else has fun.

>>3189998
>>3190012
These

>>3190098
There was no point in posting this.

>>3189983
>>Grapple

eyy finally some votes!

>writin'

Meanwhile roll to pin!
3d10, best of 3
DC: 19 since it is quite a big boy

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

>>3190122

Rolled 4, 5, 3 = 12 (3d10)

>>3190122
Time for scritches

Rolled 6, 9, 2 = 17 (3d10)

>>3190122

Rolled 7, 5, 3 = 15 (3d10)

That's an oof


QM rolling for failure

Not bad.
Certainly could be worse

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>>3190124
>>3190129
>>3190152
The first fail of the quest is against the first thing with a name. Good progress. Ready for round two.

You charge the dog, in the hopes of grabbing hold of one of its chains and using that to hogtie him.
Unfortunately you misjudged just how much power is behind one of those strings of metal and as you tried to grab it the thing just smashed into you and it carried your body away like a ragdoll.

The chain extends and pushes you into a pile of scrap, causing the entire thing to topple over.
Unfortunately for you it's nowhere near enough to stop the chain that binds Fenrir so it continues to grind you against the falling metal until you reach the very end of this tower of junk and can breathe freely once more.
Looking around you see the chain is changing its trajectory, causing you to fall towards the ground at alarming speed.

Fenrir smashes you against the ground, causing your body to bounce up before the chain smashes down on you. Again. And again, and again until there is a neat little hole in the ground in the shape of your outline. Walking up to you the demon hounds mouth flares up with an evil glow as flames gather between its fangs and it unleashes hellfire on you.

Only once the area around you is glassed does it let up and scrapes some dirt on you before walking off, satisfied with his work. But he abruptly stops as he hears the cracking of glass and sees you emerging from the molten crater.

cough cough
"Not cool... I get it, you smoke.
That doesn't mean you can just blow it in my face like that!"

The dog slowly turns around and narrows its eyes on you.
"You aren't human.
You must be... one of those."

"Nope, sorry to disappoint."
You emerge from your little hole and dust yourself off.
"Human, born and raised."

"Hmph... I suppose it doesn't matter what you are.
In the end you'll die the same!"

"Oh don't be so sure about that!"
You draw your gun and point it at the mutt once more with a smirk.
But you probably shouldn't try that again as you're not sure exactly how much pounding you can take.

>Bait out that flame attack again and then shut its jaw!
>Avoid its head if possible and go for the tail.
>Time to play keep-away.

>Stylish Action

>>3190213
>Bait out that flame attack again and then shut its jaw!

>>3190213
>>>Bait out that flame attack again and then shut its jaw!

>>3190213
>>3190216
>Stylish Action
Bait out the breath with a taunt, then to shut the mouth, preform a pirouetting back-flip and land on his muzzle calmping it shut with your weight.

>>3190213
>Bait out that flame attack again and then shut its jaw!
Time to five him the newspaper. Bad dog!

Well that's an obvious vote if I've ever seen one.

Roll the dice!
Best of 3
DC: 15 Crit: 21
>writing

Rolled 6, 6, 8 = 20 (3d10)

>>3190267

Rolled 3, 4, 5 = 12 (3d10)

>>3190267

Rolled 8, 6, 8 = 22 (3d10)

>>3190267

Rolled 6, 2, 6 = 14 (3d10)

>>3190267

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>>3190276
Now THAT is what I'm talking about!

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>>3190278
>>3190276
>>3190275
>>3190271

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G-d6w9aDDOs

The chains begin whirling once more and as they come you sway left and right, dodging them by an inch as they fly harmlessly past you. Drawing your daggers you then run and begin chipping away at the hound who doesn't seem to be too pleased by this development.

"STOP BUZZING AROUND!"

"Make me!"

"RRRRARGH!"

Fenrir stomps on the ground but by the time his feet land you are already somewhere else, delivering paper cut after cut all along his body. His frustration is getting bigger as he continues to sustain injuries while you dance between his attacks like they were some sort of game. Your eyes begin to flare up with as you continue to enjoy the thrill of the battle.
Finally you draw your gun and shoot one of the calves of the demon, causing Fenrir to fall to his knees for a moment.

As the movement of the chains dies down you also stop in your track and come face to face with your enemy.
"Sorry but you've been a bad dog so I had to get the newspaper!"

"You... I will not be humiliated by a HUMAN!"
The beast unhinges its jaws and opens them up almost 180 degrees.
When you see the fire rising within his bowels you let out a smirk.

"Checkmate!"

Performing a pirouetting back-flip you jump for the muzzle of the bad little puppy and bring down your heel on his nose with an earth shattering axe kick. Fenrirs eyes go wide open as his mouth is shut right at the moment when he prepared to unleash his breath attack. As expected his jowels expand rapidly as a fiery explosion fills them and smoke pours out of his mouth shortly afterwards.

A few scattered teeth later the beast looks up at you as it's currently trying to recover from the concussion you just gave him. He struggles to stand up but with one busted leg and the whole world spinning it's kind of impossible for him to do so.
Groaning he speaks up.

"How... ridiculous... beaten... by a human...
Do it... finish this..."

Drawing your revolver you point at the beasts skull.

>Pull the trigger
>Nah... I just came for the generator
>Other? (write-in)

>>3190361
>Scratch his chin
"Who's a good boy?"

>>3190361
>Other? (write-in)
Smack him on the nose a few times. Bad! Bad boy!

Then do this >>3190391
Will you behave yourself from now on?

>>3190361
>>Nah... I just came for the generator

Well the peaceful option wins

>writing

>>3190450
>peaceful option
>not the confused boner option

>>3190457
demon dog is secretly a sub into pet play?

>>3190499
Isn't everyone?

With a quick motion you turn the gun around so you're holding the barrel and smack the demon on the nose with the grip.
"Bad boy!"

"Grrrrrrrr..."

But once you're done disciplining him you pat his head.
"Now, did you learn your lesson?"

"You continue to humiliate me... make a mockery of me...
Do you enjoy this you filthy human?"

"Oh come on, cheer up already.
I'm not going to kill you."

"So you deny me even the release of death? Does your insolence know no bounds?"

"No dummy.
I admit this is my B. I'd also be cranky if some A-hole would break into my home and shoot up the place, demanding my stuff. But at the same time, I kinda need it and I doubt you'd give it to me willingly.
So let's just agree that you give me the generator and I won't end you. And nobody will ever know of this.
Sound fair?"

"Grrrrr... as much as I despise every word you just said...
If it means I won't die in this wretched world then... go ahead and take what you want."

"Sweet! Thanks!"
As you walk away from the doggie you give it a little belly rub on the way and he groans in pain.

"Ow... I suffered severe internal damage! Cease this!"

"Sorry."

Making your way to the engine you take the heavy piece of equipment and after removing it from the rest of the scrap metal you place it on a sheet of metal large enough to hold it.
"Okay... now to drag this through the Zone..."

But as you're about to leave the area Fenrir struggles to stand up and calls you out.
"Wait!"
As you stop to look at him he rips off a part of his chain and tosses it to you.
"Take it."

You look at the chain and give it a few test swings, spinning it around like a flail, grabbing both ends of it to see if it can be used like a garrote wire and setting it ablaze with one motion before tying it to the engine so you could pull it easier.
"Cool but... why?"

"Though I despise you and your humanity, I recognize your ability.
So I bestow my powers upon you in exchange for your silence.
Never speak of this to anyone!"
Giving Fenrir a thumbs up in response you take your leave and take your prize with you.

Roughly an hour later the gates of the Ring open up and through it the scouts return from their mission.
Arlo proudly steps over to the coordinator and speaks up.

"Jackie! We didn't find a working generator but luckily there were plenty of spare parts!
We can assemble one any time we like!"

"Oh, that's nice.
At least now we have something to maintain them with."

"Wai- wha?"

Jackie pointed at the large object under the shade.
"Now we're waiting for the techies to take it away.
Just put 'em all next to it. I'll tell the guys to catalogue them later."

"Great...
And where is she now?
Because there is a distinct lack of gloating right now..."

"Food."

"Of course..."

A few minutes later he found the infamous girl with the yellow cloak sitting in an eatery, stuffing herself with whatever was on todays menu. He walked up to her as she's wolfing down a bowl of noodle soup and sits down next to her.
"Mind if I take a seat?"

>Yes, you're ruining my food!
>Nope. Go ahead.
>Other? (write-in)

>>3190610
>Other? (write-in)
>muffled face stuffing noises
let's crank up the ol charm to 11

>>3190610
>>Yes, you're ruining my food!

>>3190631
*muffled stuffing eating noises intensifies*

I support this endeavour

LOUD SLURPING NOISES

>writing

Trying to break your record you attempt to consume the entirety of the noodles without ever stopping.
As such you continue to slurp it up but not wanting to sound like a douchebag at the same time you attempt to respond to Arlo.

*muffled face stuffing noises*

"J-Just stop please... you're disgusting."

"Mmmm-hmmm!"

"Look... I wanna ask... how the hell did you drag that freaking thing back?
I mean every time you come back you seem to have a bigger and more successful haul than all of us combined!
How do you keep doing that?!"

Raising the bowl you down the entire rest of it and smack your lips in satisfaction.
"Ahhhh... much better!"
Turning to Arlo afterwards you pulled out your newest acquisition.
"With this! Its called Gleipnir."

"It's a chain... You can't just name everything you own!"

"Says you!"

"Anyway... If you're so much better than us then maybe... you should work with us!
It's not a competition you know. And we could do so much together!"

"Nah."
You cross your arms.
"I work alone. You guys would just drag me down."

"How exactly?"

"The routes I'm taking would eat you alive unless I held your hands all the way through.
It's much easier for me to just go in and sneak around, not having to worry about others.
Besides, if it's not a competition why does being No. 2 bother you so much?"
You give him a smirk.

"Ugh... you're impossible.
But fine. If you're gonna be that way then so be it.
Just remember. You're not alone in this. We're here to help. So if you need us-"

"I won't.
Bye."

*sigh*
"Fine. Enjoy your special meals.
Don't even bother about the little man who has to eat the same portions as everyone else."

"Buh-bye!"
As Arlo finally left the area you turn back to the owner of this fine establishment and order up.
"Another round chief!"

"Won't that be a bit much Lucy? You know I have to ration these out..."

You grumble at that.
"Quite bustin' my balls old man!
If you need something you should spit it out so we can arrange it.
Just don't hold out on my food!"

"Hehe... smart girl.
Okay, so I'll need-"

testing

hmmmm... weird.
Can't post for some reason.

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After managing to consume roughly three mens portions in a single sitting and striking a deal about getting some stuff for the owner under the table you headed back to your shack while picking your teeth. Along the way several other people called you aside, asking for similar favors and more often than not some... rather shady goods. But it's pretty much par for the course at this point, so you just wrote down everything in a handy little notebook to know who owes you, how much and to whom do you need to deliver some stuff.

Being allowed to go outside the gates certainly has its perks.
But also its downsides.

For every person who favors you there are ten others who envy you for getting special treatment.
They call you names behind your back and spread so false information that you honestly stopped keeping track of it.
However this is fairly natural now. You may not like it but this is how things are now.
The demons certainly flipped things around when they decided to 'prank' you years ago.

While you certainly miss being able to just sit at home and shitpost on the internet, you got to admit that this is also pretty sweet, even with all the horrible shit that happens to the regular humans on a daily basis.
And at the end of the day you can always get back into your shack, get into your hammock and enjoy a nice, long, relaxing-

"Hello!"

"Oh h-hahah-HAIIII?!"
Standing in the middle of your home was a familiar face you honestly didn't expect.

"I believe I didn't have the chance to introduce myself before. I'm Alice!
I know it's a bit on the nose but "The Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland" was a bit long!"

>>3190743
Lucy is a good girl.

Thaaat's the problem.
The gif file was broken.

Anyway, that's all I have for today.
I kinda wanted to continue but this is a good place to stop and I'll need some rest if I want to continue tomorrow.

So...
That's it for today. Thanks for playing.
If you have any questions or criticism then feel free to lay it on me. I appreciate all feedback.
The thread has been archived on Suptg and here's some soshall media shilling.

My twitter: @SpookyngQM
Here you'll find when I'm going to doing the quests I do.

And I guess I'll see you fellows tomorrow around the same timeslot

>>3190361
>Your eyes begin to flare up with as you
with what?

>>3190823
Damn, just barely to late to participate

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>Wake up from a nice long sleep
>Fully expect my vote for a DMC quest to not happen because they're usually cursed to die young
>Get this thread and everyone styling on demons like there was no tomorrow
THE TIME HAS COME AND SO HAVE I.

>>3190823
Thanks for runnin this quest Spooks. I've had a damn fine time reading it.

>>3190823
Everything's looking stylish

>>3190098
Cry harder.

>>3191738
A devil may.

Seeing the human sized rabbit in your home causes you to go pale and reflexively you reach for the curtain you keep around in case Jackie kicks down your door and quickly attempt to hide the demon from prying eyes.

"What are you doing here?!"
You whisper to her while trying to protect your hide.
"And how did you find me?"

She points at her nose.
"I followed your scent.
Unfortunately I didn't find your home so I decided to wait for you in your shed."

"This IS my house!
And be quite will you! If anyone sees you they'll kill us both!"

Not too bothered by the last part she looks around in dumb confusion until she comes to the terrible realization...
"This is where you live?!
I've seen caves more livable than this!
Oh well."
Situating herself on your sofa after wiping it once and realizing what a fruitless endeavor it is Alice continued.
"Don't look so surprised.
I told you I'd come back for a favor."

"Yeah, I didn't really expect it to be right after we parted ways!"

"Me neither.
But that was before you took out Fenrir.
Look... I don't ask for much. Only that you listen.
I tell what I want and if you don't like it, I'll leave and you'll never see me again.
Sound fair?"

>Deal
>No, you need to leave now
>Either you leave me alone or I'll throw you to the mob! How's that for a deal?
>Other? (write-in)

>>3192865
>>Deal

>>3192865
>Deal

>>3192865
>>Deal

Exposition time

>writing

>>3192865
>Deal
Bunnies are cute

Alice crosses her legs, then opens them up and crosses them differently as she struggles to find a comfortable position sitting on your old couch. Once she manages to sit still she clears her throat and begins.

"I'm sure you're aware of the little demon problem around these parts."

"There are demons around here?! NOOOOO!"

"Your sarcasm is severely unnecessary."

"Then don't say dumb things."

*sigh*
"Then let me get to the point.
Why do you think that is? After the whole Urizen incident got sorted out almost all demons got sent back home.
Except here... Why?"

"Well duh. You did something to stay."

"Hmmm? Really?
Then tell me... when was the last time you saw two demons sit down and calmly talk things over?
We aren't famous fort solving our problems through diplomacy.
So if it was one of us then why did a whole bunch of very hostile demons stay?
If someone had the power to stay in the human world despite our banishment... why would they keep around the competition?"

You raise your finger, hoping to answer that but as you are about to speak you realize you don't have an answer to that.
"Actually... that's a good point."

"The only reason you people weren't overrun yet is because the higher demons can't make a move with their rivals right next to them."

"Three stooges syndrome?"

"I don't know what that is."

"Basically a bunch of dumbasses want to pass through a door at the same time but can't because they are dumb.
It's funny because if they stopped to think about it they could go in one by one. But they can't."

"That's a very apt way of putting it.
Trust me human. We want to be here about as much as you want us to be here.
This situation is just as messy for us as it is for you."

"So... if it's not you then... who is it?"

"That's what I'm here to figure out.
I heard that the strongest demons congregate around here for some reason.
And I think I just found the cause of that...
I... can help you get to the bottom of this. And you have just the power needed to sort this out.
So this is my offer. We work together so we can get back to our usual lives.
Now how does that sound for a deal?"

"Hmmm..."

You place a finger on your chin and start pondering on this problem.
It's true that getting rid of the demons is your ultimate end goal. And if even a part of what she claims is true then this situation might just be a bit more complicated than you originally thought.
But at the same time you aren't really comfortable trusting a demon.

>Okay. Let's give this a shot.
>Sorry but I can't really say I trust you enough to believe a word you just said.
>Other? (write-in)

>Stylish Action

>>3192944
>Okay. Let's give this a shot.
>Implying you'd ever want to go back to your 'usual life' after meeting me.

>>3192944
>Okay. Let's give this a shot.
Sorry I'm late

>>3192944
>Okay. Let's give this a shot.

Cheesy one liners go!

>writing

>>3193008
It's like poker you gotta get a good hand eventually.

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>>3193047
Or you'll just end up roleplaying as a female Johnny Bravo.
Not that Dante didn't resemble him...

>>3193008
Why use this specific type of text style?

>>3193057
Honestly? No idea.

I'm just going with the flow and it's starting to affect me

>>3193077
>>Time for shopping!

>>3193077
>flirt

>>3193077
>>Time for shopping!

>>3193077
>Time for shopping!
>So what's up with the whole 'being an evil demon thing?' Are you like born that way? Did you get to choose the cute ears? Why exactly do you want to go back to hell, like I've heard it's the pits, heh, pit, get it?
>Flirt

>>3193077
>>Time for shopping!

What the fuck is even being used as money around here?

>>3193077
>try to figure out where she's hiding the ears

Lol, I just looked at the archive.

Seems like you shot your load a bit prematurely there, Spooks.

>>3193123
What ever do you mean?
The "call to adventure" gag was a reference to Lucy almost sleeping through it.
Besides. You try to figure out how to archive the thread when even you don't know what'll happen

Aaaanyway
>writing

>>3193077
>Time for shopping!
We're gonna need fancier clothes!

>>3193129
descripton: he
actually: she

>>3193140
Ah... that.

Yeah well that was my original intention.
Then anons wanted to have a vag.

You let out a little chuckle.
"So you're saying you'd go back to your old life after meeting me?"

"As... interesting as you are, I'm afraid it doesn't make up for what I have to endure while in this world."

She scoffs at your quip and you just shake your head.

"Okay...
Let's say I'm willing to give this a shot.
How am I gonna hide you? You aren't exactly... inconspicuos with those big floppers of yours."

"Worry not."
With a bit of contortion and some animalistic howling her body shrunk just enough to pass as a human and her otherworldly features disappeared all at once. Though she'd still turn some heads around, at least now those heads won't belong to a lynch mob.
"Better?"

"Honestly I liked your floof better.
But this is a sacrifice we'll have to make.
And we'll need you a good cover story... let's say you came from the northern parts of the ring just to learn from me!"

"Will they buy it?"

"Well they better.
Because that's the best I got...
A'ight. So what you got for me?"

"Nothing at the moment.
As I said, I have no idea where to even begin.
But at least now I can devote all my attention to searching for answers."
You crack a devious smile.
"What?"

"Then that means we don't have anything to do right now..."

"Yes. And?"

>I can show you around!
>Time for shopping!
>Let's introduce you to the neighbors!
>Other? (write-in)

I did a bit of editing. Turns out I mucked up the last post.
It's fixed now so it makes a bit more sense

>>3193158
>Time for shopping!
>So what's up with the whole 'being an evil demon thing?' Are you like born that way? Did you get to choose the cute ears? Why exactly do you want to go back to hell, like I've heard it's the pits, heh, pit, get it?
>Flirt

>>3193110
>>3193158
Just going to relink my old vote..

>>3193158
>Time for shopping!
I'm still voting for shopping because A Devil always wears Prada.

"It's time to go shopping!"

You grab your new demon 'friend' by the hand and drag her out to the streets.
As she's frantically looking around the busy streets filled with humans you try striking up a conversation with her.

"So what's up with the whole 'being an evil demon thing' anyway?"

"A-Are you sure it's wise to talk about this in the open like that?!"

"Ah don't worry about it. Most people around here tend to ignore me unless they need my services.
So... what is it? Are you born evil or is it a choice?"

"I don't know, are you people born evil?"

"I asked first..."

*sigh*
"Yes.
From the moment we are born we have no emotions other than a thirst for power and a desire for destruction.
Even the most meager of demons would without a moments hesitation betray their own flesh and blood for just a scrap of power. Only the occasional deviant has any drive other than that and they rarely last.
Now it's your turn... Are you born good and evil?"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hQ2k6QdX2io

You shake your head.
"If it was only that simple.
We've been asking that for aeons. Nobody got an answer yet.
All I can say is that we are definitely worse than you are. Because evil is a choice for us. Not something built in."

"I see..."
She pauses for a moment.
"So what are you looking for exactly? New clothes to replace... whatever this is?"

You give her a menacing look upon hearing that.
"Nobody disses my style! You got that? The cloak is awesome!
No... We're looking to get a bed for you.
Can't expect you to sleep on that dirty old couch after all..."

"O-Oh... You really don't ha-"

"I do. Because the hammock is mine!"

You drag Alice to a carpenter you know. Though his collection isn't exactly impressive you still manage to find a decent enough bed for her which you can actually afford. You hand over the bone chips to him and he thanks you for your patronage.

"Wow Lucy. You're quick, aren'tcha?"

"What do you mean?"

"Your friend... I assumed she's one of the new ones that showed up.
Jackie was practically fuming when she heard about them."

"Another new group? Who is it this time?
Military? Civvies looking for lost relatives?"

"TV."

"Ah... Shit.
Anyway, no. She's not new.
Came from the northern parts to learn from the best!"

"Well I hope she finds whoever that's supposed to be."

"Go swallow a cactus, okay?"

"Heheh... will do!
And tell her she can bring it back if it's no good."

"Got it!"

"Help me out, will ya?
Don't want to make it look too easy."

"Right..."

As the two of you drag the new furniture away Alice starts asking questions.
"New people? Is that common?"

"Boy those cute ears of yours work well! Did you choose to have them or were you born that way?
And where are you hiding them?"

"Please answer the question..."

*sigh*
"Not really. But it's a pain in the ass.
They make rationing hell for the boss..."

"I also noticed you use the bones of demons as currency..."

"Heh... Just about the only thing we CAN use that way.
Luckily enough fodder throws itself at the walls to give us a steady supply!
Is that a problem?"

"Not really... We use blood mostly."

"Speaking of which. Hnnng...
Why do you want to go back there? I heard it's the pits. Heheh... pits... get it?"

"Yes, very witty.
But to tell the truth it doesn't make much of a difference for a lesser one like me.
It's not much worse down there than here... not since the local big shots are getting carried away..."

"What's that?"

"Nothing. Nothing!"

After arriving black home you place your new acquisition neatly in the corner and you even go as far as to give Alice the best blankie you have. But before you could pat yourself on the back you hear a familiar angry woman stomping outside your home and rush out to prevent the ensuing catastrophe.

"Ugh..."

"You look as cheerful as ever!"

"Don't even get me started!"

"I heard. Newbies?"

"Yea... say, can't we-"

"No. Already got a new tenant."

With a heavy sigh Jackie pulls out a clipboard and goes over the long list of stuff she'll need to accommodate the new arrivals. Food, water, a roof over their head and assigning some jobs to them. All of this, on top of the introduction to their new lives and it could drive even the most patient men insane.

*sigh*
"Okay... I hate doing this but I need a favor from you."

"Oh I like where this is going!"

"Look... I don't have time to handle these people.
We got another crusade coming. Could you-"

"Whoa whoa whoa... already?
It hasn't been a month since the last one!"

"Tell that to the idiots who want to die...
So I need your help. Could you take some weight off my shoulders?
Please?"

>Nope! I'm busy at the moment (Focus on Alice)
>Sure, I'll go out and scavenge some stuff for the newcomers
>Well... I guess I could handle the crusaders...
>Other? (write-in)

>>3193265
>Sure, I'll go out and scavenge some stuff for the newcomers
>Alice, you're coming, I'll show you the ropes! After all you did want to learn from the best! (Wink, it's our cover story remember? Wink, Wink. wink.)
Unsubtle subtlety is best.

>>3193265
>Well... I guess I could handle the crusaders.

>>3193265
>Sure, I'll go out and scavenge some stuff for the newcomers
>Alice you're coming, I'll show you the ropes! After all you did want to learn from the best!

It's simple but we can have the chance to style on demons with our demon roommate.

No rest for the wicked

>writing

>>3193265
>Sure, I'll go out and scavenge some stuff for the newcomers
>Alice, you're coming, I'll show you the ropes! After all you did want to learn from the best!

"Sure. I got some orders anyway...
Might as well go out and gather that stuff as well.
Alice! You're coming too! I'll show you the ropes!"

You give the demon several massive winks.
"What's wrong with your eye?"

"I... got something stuck in it!"

After parting ways with the boss lady you took off for the gates so you could get on with your job.
On the way however Alice gave you a rather... uncomfortable question.
"So who are these crusaders?"

"Ugh... Religious numbnuts and professional demon haters that got super popular in the outside world after Redgrave.
They are the only group the government lets enter because it's thanks to these zealots that they got elected...
Fearmongering sure is effective.
But when they come do try to hide. They aren't too competent but you still don't want to mess with a pitchfork wielding mob."

"Speaking of which-"
Just as soon as you step through the gates several demons ambush you.
No doubt they were preparing to storm the gates but were drawn out by the smell of fresh meat.

"Great... these Cetus bastards never learn!
Okay Alice I want you to-"

"Bye!"
With a quick hop and a wave she got out of the danger zone and went as far from you as possible.

"Grrreat..."
You draw your knives and prepare yourself for the upcoming brawl.
There is about a dozen of the fish demons at first glance.
Not bad, at least there isn't a big one.

>Bring out the Minotaur and start popping them
>Test out your new little toy on them
>Grapple

>Stylish action

>>3193385
>Test out your new little toy on them
Is this thing more like nunchucks or.. .a meteor hammer or?

>>3193385
>>Test out your new little toy on them

>>3193385
>>Test out your new little toy on them
wrap one up in the chain and use it as a flail

>>3193401
It's a chain.
A chain that can get set on fire

>>3193385
>Test out your new little toy on them
Use the chain as a combination of a flail and a whip, extra style points if we use it to grapple enemies and use them for cover or snap flying types out of the air with it.

>>3193416
I like this

Get ready the dice people!
3d10 as usual. Best of 3
DC: 6 Crit: 16

>writing

>>3193385
>Stylish Action
>Try to switch both weapons for sick spins and cool combos. Don't forget your Minotaur.

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

>>3193441
HEAVEN OR HELL
LET'S ROCK!

Rolled 2, 4, 1 = 7 (3d10)

>>3193441

One more roll?

Rolled 1, 10, 2 = 13 (3d10)

>>3193441

Eh. Not a crit but enough to take out half of 'em

"How many times do I have to hammer this into your non-existent skulls?"
One of the more eager Cetus demons makes a mad dash towards you but finds the Minotaur being jammed in its nose.
Pulling the trigger you take off its head and paint the ground with his brain matter.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=swc0TcJynkA

"You don't stand a chance against me!"
The rest howl with infernal ferocity and charge you. Most go on all four like savage apes, while three of the more agile ones jump high in the hopes of getting the drop on you. Unfortunately for them this is a perfect setup to test your new toy.
"Gleipnir!"

The chain you tied to your waist and used as a makeshift belt unfurls and snaps into your palm, ready to be used.
Throwing it out the chain wraps around the throat of one of the airborne demons and begins choking it.
Yanking on the chain you pull it closer and once its ugly mug is close enough you bury the sole of your shoe in it, sending it back into the air.

But rather than letting him go you hold onto the chain and allow for the momentum of your kick to take you off.
Once both of you are airborne you start alternating between pulling on the chain and kicking the demon away which results in you climbing higher and higher in the air as the demons cranium turns to mush.
"Take that! Taste the pain!"

Once it gave its last dying twitch you let out a smirk and started whipping the chain around and using that motherfucker as a makeshift flail to beat the other motherfuckers. Your violent thrashing sends a few of the other demons flying in various directions before they get the hint and start backing off a bit.
Landing with your new toy thoroughly broken you beckon the remaining eight demons to come at you.
Only two are actually dumb enough to follow through however.

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One you immediately tie up with your chain and once the other gets close enough you let go of Gleipnir and reach for Allegretto and Encore. Burying one of the knives in the fish things shoulder, you use the knives grip for leverage to throw him against the ground where you proceeded to shank it repeatedly until its guts literally poured out onto the ground.
Standing up you returned your attention to the tied up one and with one thorough pull cut off its head with the tightening chain.

Standing up and gathering your weapons you turned to the remaining ones and spread your arms wide.
"Well? What is it?"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QE1ScwL4Jmo

Five out of the six demons remained motionless. Only the central one was hissing and growling.
Slowly it opened up its jaw, causing copious amounts of demon saliva to pour onto the ground as it let out a deep howl.
Four of the five crawled up to it and bit into the flesh of the central one.

Without a moment passing their bodies began to atrophy and wither away until they were little more than blemishes on the big, mean one which took on their body mass and swole up to the size of a forklift. The last one meekly approached the now massive Cetus and showed its back to it which resulted in the spine of the small one being torn out and used as a weapon for the big one.
What was usually used as a club appeared to be little more than a butcher knife for this one.

"Well... that's one way to get swole I guess..."
You ready your blades.

>You don't feel like getting too close to this thing. (Shoot it)
>Well big just means a bigger target! (Slice away)
>Try to topple it (Grapple)
>Other? (write-in)

>Stylish Action

>>3193564
>Taunt him by shooting him in the face with Minotaur and dodge when he's mid swing to hit him in the back of the knees with either the knives or the chain.
He may be swole, but he will know the test of leg day.

>>3193564
>>You don't feel like getting too close to this thing. (Shoot it)

>>3193564
>Stylish Action
Start with a flashy show really whip that chain around in a bunch of interesting arcs and warn him a big attack is coming, then throw it straight up at the sky, when he looks up, shoot him in the fucking face and and follow up by >>3193600
hamstringing him

Okay then

Roll the dice!
Best of 4 this time
DC: 13 Crit: 19

>writing

Rolled 6, 5, 4 = 15 (3d10)

>>3193662
I should have been the one to fill your dark soul wiTH LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHT!

Rolled 1, 3, 4 = 8 (3d10)

>>3193662

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

>>3193662

One more?

Rolled 10, 6, 3 = 19 (3d10)

Guess not.
QM Rolling for the last roll

Unfurling your chain you begin to whip it from left to right, with each strike the weapon builds up heat as it carves into the earth until the whole thing is glowing hot. As tongues of flame and embers begin to fill the air you start taunting the disgusting fish creature.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YV5IheNfK54

"Come on ugly!
If you're afraid of the scars I can assure you, there is no way for you to look worse!
Come on!"

The creature is hesitant at first so you decide to motivate it a bit more and with a quick draw shot from the Minotaur.
Your precious little girl successfully agitates the hell out of the monster as the shot grazes its cheek.
"ROOOOOOOOOAR!"

"That's it... come to momma!"

Despite clearly lacking the mental faculties to even comprehend your words, it does have enough common sense to keep an eye on your flaming whip which you intend to abuse the hell out of. When you toss the chain in the air the demon acts as you predicted and follows the lethal weapons movements and takes its eyes off you.

Taking this chance you slide between the creatures legs and quickly draw out your balisong knives and slide them along the back of the Cetus' leg. After severing the tendons of the beast and kicking them for good measure the big brute falls to its knees, unable to really move.

Unlike him however, you can stand up just fine and after dusting yourself off you walk up the back of the monster and aim the Minotaur squarely at the back of its head. A yellow light begins to build up in the chamber and escapes the barrel as you charge up your bullet.

"Checkmate!"

BANG

"Well... you handled that rather nicely."
Alice spoke up softly.

"Yeah. Thanks for helping by the way."

"Do I have to remind you that I'm not that strong?"

"Yeah but... you could distract them or something."

"I'd love to but you just seemed to enjoy yourself so much, I didn't want to ruin it!
So... What now?"

*sigh*
"We got a long list of stuff to gather.
We'd best get to it. Say... can't you help find them by smell?"

"I'd need their smell first..."

After realizing that she won't be much help you delved deeper into the Zone with Alice following you closely.
As you get into the more uncharted territories the amount of goodies hidden increases drastically... but so does the influence of the demons. Materials changed by exposure to demon blood, magical anomalies and devious traps set up by the more cunning of the Netherworlds denizens are only the tip of the iceberg.

But luckily for you there were no other distractions like another Cetus ambush.
You guess that Alices nose does have its uses after all.

"Phew... That should do it.
Man we got lucky with this haul.
Usually it takes me half a day to get this much. Granted that's mostly due to all the fighting but... details."

"Hmmmm..."

"What's wrong? Alice?"

"You said humans aren't common in this area..."

"Uncommon? More like non-existent.
Nobody comes here unless they want to die."

"Then you'd better take a look at this."
You walk over to her and your eyes open wide once you see what she's pointing at. Bootprints.
"Unless your feet are twice as large as I thought... we got company.
And it's fresh too."

>Can you track it?
>Don't care. Probably some other scout who felt brave, or foolish
>Other? (write-in)

>>3193832
>>Can you track it?

>>3193832
>Can you track it?
>remember, don't get spotted

>>3193832
>Can you track it?

>writing

"Can you track it?"
You ask her.

She sniffs around for a bit before her eyes become focused when she finally catches the scent.
"Yes."

"Good. Then lead the way.
Oh but remember to not get spotted! Not everybody can appreciate these!"
You touch her fluffy ears.

"Same goes to you.
Wouldn't want to get seen too early."

"Can't make any promises.
Subtlety is sadly missing from my dictionary."

The tracks lead you deeper into the Zone where demonic corruption is tangible even in the ruined buildings.
But if that wasn't enough the road you follow leads you into alleyways where the town rapist would go to get raped.
Dark, cramped and incredibly secluded..
However... they do lead somewhere interesting.

A strange green glow becomes visible to you and the sound of rushing water is unmistakable.
Turning a corner you come face to face with the source of these disturbances, a portal.
After making sure the coast is clear you approached the thing and started looking it over.

"What is this? A portal to hell?"

"N-No... There is no place in the underworld that looks like this!"

The gateway itself let out the strange, green glow but where it actually lead had almost no color to it whatsoever.
A deep darkness engulfed everything on the other side. That coupled with the sound of flowing water makes you guess one thing.
"The bottom of the ocean?"

Alice looks up in surprise.
"That could be it!
Is that where all these strange demons are coming from?!"

"Wait... so even you think they are odd?"

"Well... yes."

"Damn...
So what do we do with this?"

"I... honestly don't know."

>Touch it.
>Leave it.
>Destroy it.
>Other? (write-in)

>>3193951
>Touch it.
I'mma touch it.

>>3193951
>Destroy it.

>>3193951
>>Touch it.
somebody with boots (so probably a person) is in there

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>writing

You gaze into the abyss and feel... an inkling, a desire of sorts gnawing at the back of your mind.
"Imma go touch it."

"Don't do that! We have no idea where it actually leads or WHY it's even here!"

"Touch."

Your finger slips easily through the membrane and you have no issues withdrawing it either.
Tapping your two fingers together you conclude your analysis of the situation.
"Yeap. It's water.
Also cold as hell."

"How's the pressure?"

"I 'unno. I can take bullets to the head.
Hang on a sec."
You reach out again, this time going until you are elbow deep in the portal.
"Yeah... I kinda feel it. Meaning there must be a lot of water above this."

"So... a portal connecting two points, possibly within the same realm.
And a protective barrier on one side keeping a possible oceans worth of water out.
I don't know who or what made this... but they aren't amateurs."

Nodding to her you take a step forward.
"Noted."

"H-Hey! What are you doing?!"

"There is a person in this thing.
Imma go check it out."

Not sure how long you can actually hold your breath you do a few quick breathing exercises and fill your lungs with as much air as you can before stepping through. The cold inside bites into you right away. Perhaps this IS the bottom of the ocean. Ignoring the cold you swim a bit farther away from the portal to check the immediate area.
What you find there manages to shock you enough to gasp and let all the air out of your lungs.
At least now you know you don't actually need air.

A gargantuan building appears past one of the cliffs with hundreds if not thousands of the Cetus casually swimming around it, as if they are guarding the place.

>This is getting exciting! Go in.
>Okay, time to blow this freakin' portal!
>Other? (write-in)

>Stylish Action

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>>3194055
>>This is getting exciting! Go in.

>>3194055
>This is getting exciting! Go in.

>>3194055
>>This is getting exciting! Go in.
my last vote for tonight

>>3194055
>>This is getting exciting! Go in.

>writing

Deciding that this is not something you can pass up you swim closer to the freaky temple thingie.
However all of these freaky fish people are a bit dangerous with such high numbers. So you opted for the stealthy approach and silently attempted to swim past them.

And for the most part it doesn't look too difficult to pull off since they aren't on high alert.
Hell, they probably don't think anybody CAN invade this place.
Lucky!

You swim up to the main entrance and see a massive stone slab standing in your way.
There doesn't appear to be any sort of opening mechanism on the rock itself, only text written in some sort of chicken scratch you can't understand. However what you can understand is picture books. And there is a whole cornucopia of them plastered all over the walls around you. Mostly they depict fish fucks, the same mooks you've smacked around several times before.
But a few of them are... interesting.

Big figures shown to tower over even the greatest demons you've seen from the Cetus.
With their faces often not depicted at all either out of fear or reverence.
Whatever this place is... it's important.

However, one thing is for certain.
Whoever or whatever left those footprints isn't here.
There is no way for him to get through the door, close it behind himself all the while not alerting the fish people.

So with that taken care of you swam back where you came from and popped out of the portal, gasping for air.
"I may not need it... but damn it feels good to breathe!"

"What did you find?!"
Alice asks you nervously.

"Some serious shit!
Come, I'll tell you all about it but first...
Help me push some wrecked cars around to block this thing off!"

Aaaand that's as far as my stamina allows me to go.
I hope y'all enjoyed yourselves.

I don't know how active I can be in the coming weeks, but at the very least I can almost definitely do a session at least once every weekend.

Like last time I welcome all feedback, requests or questions. So lay them on me.

I'll post updates about when I'll do the next thread, or even where.
Take care of yourselves until then!

>>3194221
Thanks for running dude.

>>3194221
Are we human?

>>3195041
Yep. Just a good old regular human beanperson.

>>3195041
Just plain Jane regular mane with an average name totally lame hoomang.

>>3195041
Absolutely zero unusual things about such a normal homosapien person, that's who we are.

>>3195041
Just a normal growing girl with A cup. But we didn't care about our cup size or other people call us a washboard because big boobs only keep your way from killing those demons. We just wished it was bigger though

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>>3195445
This is as bad as dick talk for male characters. Does it truly matter?

Rhetorical question.

>>3195448
You see the girls in DMC are very well endowed. Above normal even. So why not deviate from the norms of the women potrayed in DMC and having a washboard FeMC?

>>3195458
Because it doesn't truly matter. I don't object to choosing a character's appearance but you're just making it weird. Also that tropey shit about muh smol tits but totes not jealous is kind of cringy.

Besides, being jealous of others is for sissies who can't style on everything they come across. You think you can style if you're busy wishing you were something else? Fat chance. It takes confidence to be crazy.

I'm not really pushing it though since we just replied to anon in a sarcastic tone.

Also take it with a grain of salt. It's up to QM how our MC appearance she has.

>>3195481
>trusting anons not to make it weird
>for any reason

You know how often a seeming joke hasn't been? Or even better, when someone makes a jokey post, then others run with it like it isn't? It hurts to think about. It has broken my trust. But I will acknowledge my paranoia and gun-jumping. It's all I got.

If it were any other QM I might throw shade but Spooky tends to have pretty good control over the psychotic masses. Or rather he just says "fuck you" and gets on with his business.

>>3195489
It's 4chan what will you expect? Hold hands and sing kumbaya?

>>3195498
Yes actually. I hear things get really fucking weird in /soc/ and super fucking gay in /r9k/. And vice versa.

>>3195489
Eh... Not really.
I'm as autistic as they come and receptive to bullshit. Just not at the expense of the story.

>>3195041
If it helps then Lucy wasn't just spewing bullshit when she said her parents are human

>>3195542
I like to think that if we are using FeMC, she doesn't have the damage and power Dante has but compensates for speed and attack speed like Vergil has.

>>3195448
C-course it doesn't matter! H-ha ha.. breast envy.

Anything bigger than C's are a waste anyway.

>>3196667
A boob rankings according to DMC standards.

A = Amazing
B = Beautiful
C = Cool
D = Distasteful
E = Ewwwww
F = Foolish

>>3197346
>won't get into the S ranks

Also I've never seen anything below D. Thought it started at D.

>>3197386
It was meant as a joke about cup sizes Anon but seriously this boob joke is taking too far.

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>>3189312
>Zone
Are we a S.T.A.L.K.E.R?

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>>3197525
Would you be surprised if I said yes?

>>3197548
Get out of here.

Alice slept well that night. Surprisingly well.
At first she wasn't sure if she should sleep in that bed but Lucy kept insisting on it.
"We bought it for you! So quit whining and get in there!"
She said.

But once she laid in it she changed her mind.
It was the softest thing she ever felt and after Lucy tucked her in she had the best rest of her entire life.
The mattress was so heavenly she felt like she'd need a crowbar just to get out of it.
In the end however such a thing wasn't needed. Only the faint smell of fresh food.

Alice opens her eyes and starts sniffing the air immediately and a familiar voice calls her out.
"Mornin' sunshine!
Get your fluffy little butt out here!"

Rubbing the dreams out of her eyes Alice waddles over to the table and looks at the plate before her.
"What's this?"

"Just an omelet.
But I pulled some strings to get some carrots.
Eat up!"

>Eat
>Don't eat
>Other? (write-in)

>>3206149
>Write-in
Can I have the carrots only?

>>3206149
>>Eat
>"are you trying to butter me up?"

>>3206149
>>Eat

Okay then

>writing

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Picking up the fork on the table she stabbed a single slice of the orange vegetable and pulled it free of the chicken produce.
"Could it be that you are trying to butter me up?"

"It... was just a gesture."

"Well in any case, I'll gladly eat the carrots."
Taking a bite of the still steaming food Alice found it to have a satisfying crunch to it.

Hearing this Lucy reaches out and takes the plate away from the rabbit demon while grumbling to herself.
Slowly she picks out the crisp, orange goodness and places them all on a separate plate before handing it back to her guest.
"IswearIbustedmyassoverthestoveforthis..."

"What's that?"

"Nothing!"

They resume and eventually conclude their meal without any further interruptions.
To Alices utter shock her gracious host devoured the two portions of fried eggs with such fervor that it honestly shocked her.
"I haven't seen such gluttony outside the Demon World...
Are you sure you are of the fairer sex?"

"Yesh!"
She responds with her cheeks stuffed to the brim.
"Andh I can prove it if needh be!"

"I pass.
Now... about yesterday-"

Lucy swallowed her food in one go and wiped her face with the sleeve of her jacket.
"What about it?"

"I gave it some thought and may have an idea about what it could be."

"And?"

"There were once many entrances to Hell but they were locked a long time ago.
However I don't think any of them were linked to the bottom of the ocean since... there's nothing there for us.
So... that leaves one thing.
It's a seal."

"A what?"

"That place must be a prison for a very powerful demon.
If what you said is correct."

"Is that so?
Well too bad the trails ended there.
Woulda been nice to find whoever opened that portal..."
Lucy than stands up and stretches out her arms.
"Well... since we can't do much about it there's no reason to worry at all!
I'm sure something will come up sooner or later! In the meantime... I'm going to go get a shower."
But as she proceeds to take off her clothes Lucy stops while stripping her jacket.
"Oh but you gotta promise me one thing.
You can't leave the house!! Got that?"

Alice frowned.

>Is this a threat?
>As you wish...
>I refuse
>Other? (write-in)

Hello?

>>3206238
>>Is this a threat?
>>3206315
ate dinner, watched news

>>3206238
>Is this a threat?
Sorry spook, had to work today so I'm doing this whenever I can sneak away

>>3206448
It's cool.

I guess I'll get to writing then...

>>3206238
>"Am I a pet to you?"

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"Is this a threat? Or am I some sort of pet to you?"
Alice questions her host who seemingly grows irritated by this.

"What? No! I mean...
You heard the boss lady yesterday. Some crusaders are coming.
And trust me. You don't want to be outside when they arrive."
With that you head into the bathroom and take a refreshing morning shower.
After thoroughly cleaning yourself you come back to Alice twiddling her thumbs in her boredom.

Quickly you shake off the water from your hair and dry yourself with a towel.
"So majestic. Like a stray dog."

"If you want to the bath is open.
But you can only shower. Don't have a tub. Or enough water to fill it come to think of it..."

Alice almost seems like she's about to take you up on that offer when something hits her nose and her cute little face contorts in revulsion. It doesn't take too long for it to hit your nose as well.
"What is that stench?!"
She asks while on the verge of gagging.

"Incense."
You reply.
"Mixed with some devil irritant.
It's not much but enough to reveal any demons hiding in plain sight."
Quickly grabbing your cloak you hastily put it on as you rush out.
"Stay in here! And try not to make a sound."

Leaving the bunny alone with her coughing fits you rush out to the streets where you spot a large gathering of people.
You normally like avoid large crowds but this time you don't really have the luxury of doing so. Diving deep into the congregation you come face to face with the religious zealots kitted out in a mixture of military grade equipment as well as full suits of plate armor like the knights of ye olde complete with holy scripts engraved all over them. Not that they do much as demons don't really care about bible tracts but it makes the soldiers believe they are protected.

Some of these holy soldiers are carrying thuribles filled to the brim with their precious incense.
You've come across it enough times to develop a certain immunity since it doesn't affect you that much.
But you do let out the occasional grimace which gets spotted by two of the marching soldiers.

The man and the woman step over to you and you get to see their full devotion as they carry it on their skin.
From head to toe they are covered in roman numerals and the corresponding bible passages. Even their eyebrows and the skin under their nails appear to have been marked.

"Is something wrong citizen?"
The man asks you. The woman however is less graceful.

"I bet this one's a demon."

You shrug.
>Maybe I am
>Nah, I just like to frown at people thrown into a meatgrinder
>I just smelled someone fart
>Other? (write-in)

>Stylish action

>>3206512
>>Nah, I just like to frown at people thrown into a meatgrinder

>>3206512
>Stylish action
>Nah, I just like to frown at people thrown into a meatgrinder

>writing

You stare down the two pretend templars and let out a grin.
"Nah, I just like to frown at people walking into a meat grinder."

The woman immediately reaches for her sword.
"You bitch!"

But the man quickly stops her.
"Calm down. We came to fight demons, not men."
As soon as his partner seems to relax he turns back to you.
"Interesting miss. Could it be that you don't want the otherworldly filth cleansed from this land?
Are you one of those... how are they called? Scavengers?"

"I might be.
No shame in that.
After all, someone needs to keep this place afloat."

"So you're against us hunting the demons?"

You let out a soft chuckle.
"Hunt? Have you even seen a demon before?
No. You couldn't have. Otherwise you wouldn't be here.
Let me tell you something that us, scavengers know. We need to know the demons pretty well if we want to survive.
I know what they are capable of-"

"But you don't know what WE are capable of... Do you?"

"True.
Know what I know however?"

"Humor me."

You point in the direction the crusaders are marching.
"In that direction is a pretty big gate. I've seen groups like yours go through it.
Smaller, bigger, all different somehow. But they have one thing in common."

"What is it?"

"That they don't come back.
Because the demons turn them into jelly and spread it on some toast for an afternoon snack."

"So then what would you have us do?"
Though the woman seems to be fuming with rage from your presence, she does seem to be collected enough to get what you're saying and this question of hers feels quite genuine.
"Because we can't just allow this... wound to fester."

>Actually you can. Just stay on the walls and don't engage them on their terms!
>Then go. Get yourselves killed for all I care.
>How about I bring you a demon so you can "test your mettle" on them?
>Other? (write-in)

>Stylish Action

>>3206673
>>How about I bring you a demon so you can "test your mettle" on them?

One of the fishies, we'll even make sure he's not wielding a spine. Becasue we're nice like that.

>>3206673
>>How about I bring you a demon so you can "test your mettle" on them?
>>3206689
I like that idea

Project Finding a Cetus is a go

I'm gonna need some dice however.
3d10, best of 3. If 3 dice rolls don't happen within 10 minutes I'll roll myself
DC: 10, no crit

>writing

Rolled 6, 7, 8 = 21 (3d10)

>>3206723

Well that's a resounding success

Rolled 3, 4, 7 = 14 (3d10)

>>3206723