Chronicles of Cheechong CHAPTER 2: Wizard Sports and Library Lovers Previous thread: >>3734159
You let yourself sink into the dreamwet, sliding through its walls at breakneck speed, the flickering of vision like a full-body itch. You think of Ms. Qills - how could you not? You wonder how she’s doing. You wonder if she…The dreamwet parts and you’re in a room. It’s dark, it’s small, but it has a private bathroom. The lights are on in there. She’s brushing her teeth. She’s wearing pyjamas. There’s a bed with a nightstand, there’s a window with a curtain, there’s a door, there’s a bookshelf and a small desk, there are piles of books, three of them open. There’s also a board on the wall with bits of parchment attached, including her schedule. She leaves the bathroom, turns off the light. She walks past you. She smells like soap. She yawns. She sits on the bed. She looks out the window.You feel the dreamwet pulling at you. Have you lingered too long? You feel as though something is watching you.[REST YOUR EYES ON MS. QILLS OH MY GOD SHE’S PERFECT][FOCUS, MAN! CHECK HER SCHEDULE][OTHER]
>>3762853>[FOCUS, MAN! CHECK HER SCHEDULE]
>>3762853[FOCUS, MAN! CHECK HER SCHEDULE]
>>3762853[REST YOUR EYES ON MS. QILLS OH MY GOD SHE’S PERFECT]
>>3762857PE almost every day, usually not more than one lesson. Appears to spend much of her time helping other teachers, correcting homework, substituting, and... tutoring individual students? The schedule mentions a certain Elihu Sirench whom she appears to be tutoring in Transmutation every week.You feel its eyes like fingers on the back of your neck and twist to face it. A tiny beholder (a Gazer?) is staring at you from the other side of her bed.Light.The sunlight invades your face. Birdsong. Morning. You can’t be sure whether what you saw was a dream or not, but you write it all down regardless, before the memory fades.Write it in the margins of which textbook?Anti-Magic: Introduction to Abjuration, Basic Patterns of Conjuration, Divination 101, Basic Evocation, Hiding in Plain Sight: A Beginner’s Guide to Illusion, Basic Necromancy: Gardening From the Dead, Practical Transmutation: Book 1, Defense Against Enchantment: the Essentials
>>3762931>Divination 101,We will have time to rewrite it to something else
You jot down some notes towards the end of chapter 2, put your uniform on and head for Transmutation. For once, you’re not in a hurry.The classroom is at the end of a long corridor in the eastern wing. It’s a bare, unornamented room. There are several large rocks spread around the room. All the seven or so desks and chairs are already taken by the time you get there. You can’t help noticing an enclave in a couch in the corner who, while still in uniform, are clearly into accessorizing. Corsets, chokers, piercings, shoulder pads, colourful nails, belts… One of them sees you looking. She smiles and flips you off.More students enter and you find out that the rocks ARE the chairs. Students who are able will transmute them into whatever shape they want. You lean against the wall and wonder if you should open textbook and see if you can figure it out. You’ve barely had the thought before the wall cracks open.
The transmutation teacher ignores the door and tears a hole through the wall. It closes as quickly as it opened. She’s a short woman - probably middle age - wearing a thick, comfortable-looking robe. She looks around the classroom, makes a desk of one of the rocks to put her books on, and spreads her arms wide.“Welcome to Transmutation, everyone! Some of you I already know. For the rest of you, you may call me Professor Sirench. I think you’ll find me TOUGH BUT FAIR. Know that I will not tolerate ANY disrespect in this classroom. Now...”She takes out her wand and makes complicated movement. A rectangular section of the floor sinks away and turns into a shallow pool of water.Ms. Sirench: “Since this is the first transmutation class of the semester, I thought we’d do something FUN!”She pokes her nose and it turns into a bright red round clown-nose.Ms. Sirench: “We’re going to walk on water! Or rather, we’re going to try increasing the density of the water enough so that we can walk on it. Transmutation really isn’t the best form of magic for waterwalking, but this water is very shallow, so you should be able to make temporary mini-stilts as you walk.”Her eyes suddenly fixate on you.Ms. Sirench: “Um… I’m sorry, I forget your name. You don’t appear to have any feet. Would you rather just practice polymorphing a rock while the rest of the class waterwalk?”
>>3763446>Reintroduce ourself to Professor Sirench.>Polymorphing rock Sound like good way to get our feet wet with Transmutation
>>3763446>Time to Rock
While the rest of the class take turns trying their best to traverse the pool without getting their feet wet, Ms. Sirench gives you a half-hearted rundown of Transmutation theory. You gather that it’s usually temporary, that it’s potentially very dangerous if done wrong, and that you should think of it as sculpting, just instead of with your hands, it’s with your mind. But also with your hands. You have a wand for a reason, after all. She turns away and cheers as one of the students makes it across. You can tell her heart isn’t exactly in your rock. Nevertheless, you open your textbook to the relevant chapter, take out your wand, and start practicing.10-15 minutes into the lesson, someone opens the door and leans into the room. He’s pretty tall, as young as you but with fashionably gray hair.“Hey, Teach. Sorry I’m late but, eh… I saw a mirror on the way ;)”He winks at the teacher and gives a nonchalant wave to the heavily accessorized group in the corner.Ms. Sirench: “You’re VERY late, Sievert. Would you please TRY to be on time?”Sievert: “Sure, you know I love your classes, Luta.”Ms. Sirench: “It’s PROFESSOR SIRENCH, Sievert. Is that understood?”Sievert: “What are we doing anyway?”The professor lights up with excitement.Ms. Sirench: “Waterwalking! Just partially transform the water and walk on it like stilts!”Sievert: “That… doesn’t sound very transmutationy.”Ms. Sirench: “Hush now! You know you love it! Go on, give it a try.”Sievert sighs and saunters across the water with ease, not a drop of water on his shoes. He appears to only just now discover that you’re in the room. He smirks.Sievert: “Oh look, it’s the blob.”He turns to the colourful corner group, as if speaking to them, but speaking very loudly indeed.Sievert: “It really ought to be ILLEGAL for some people to leave their bedroom without a MASK.”[TRANSMUTE THE ROCK (into what?)] (roll d100)[SAY SOMETHING][OTHER]
Rolled 54 (1d100)>>3763612[TRANSMUTE THE ROCK (into what?)] (roll d100)Something from our dreams
>>3763612"Maybe you'd be able to make yourself one to hide that ugly mug with Transmutation?"
Rolled 80 (1d100)>>3763612>Transmute the rock into a mirror, then break it!
Rolled 85 (1d100)>>3763612>[TRANSMUTE THE ROCK A skeleton] (roll d100)
Rolled 62 (1d100)>>3763612>[TRANSMUTE THE ROCK (into what?)] (roll d100)1. Shape it into a pool2. Try change some of a rock to have liquid properties3. Walk on liquid rock
>>3763651>>3763690>(skeleton rolled highest, so we’re going with that)Your voice is a little bit louder than intended when you say it:"Maybe you'd be able to make yourself one to hide that ugly mug with Transmutation?"Sievert turns around, raises an eyebrow. Flustered, angry, you fashion a skeleton from the rock. The effect is sudden, instant. It’s not a perfect skeleton by any means, but it has space for two heads, and you shaped it from the rock. It’s yours.Ms. Sirench grabs you by the shoulder as you move to swallow.Ms. Sirench: “I sincerely hope you don’t intend to EAT that skeleton you just made! Do I even need to EXPLAIN why that would have terrible consequences when the spell wears off, when you suddenly have large rock stuck inside your body?!”Sievert shakes his head.Sievert: “Leave the blob alone, Teach. He’s clearly not COMPLETELY useless. He deserves a pat on the back. Encouragement.”He approaches you, close enough to speak less loudly.Sievert: “You show promise, freak. I’m the top transmutation-student in our year. I could give you some pointers, teach you how to do it. Meet me at the top of the stairs by the eastern tower after class. The acoustics are great up there.”
>>3764034Well why not?We can always kick his ass if he tries somethingWe go for the face
>>3764034I'm busy today maybe next week
You finish up your lesson. Sievert leaves early. The teacher looks a little sad, but doesn’t seem to object. You head for the eastern tower and fly up the stairs. It’s square and the stairs move in 90 degree angles. Once you see the top, you find Sievert sitting there with a guitar and seven other people in colourful outfits. He stand up when he sees you, takes a few steps down the stairs, takes out his wand.Cheechong: “I thought you’d come alone.”Sievert: “Oh, don’t worry, blob. This won’t take long ;)”He points it at the ceiling. There’s something drawn there, a circle, some characters. A portal?! You look for a quick escape route, but all the windows are further up or down. The portal opens.
You’re struck by an avalanche of shit, flushing you down the stairs. You manage to grab hold of the first wall and only go down the first flight of them, but it’s painful nonetheless. Sievert closes the portal and puts his wand away.Sievert: “Finally you SMELL as bad as you LOOK.”His entourage laughs. He gets on a broomstick and leaves through the window. The others follow in quick succession, each on their own broomstick.Boy: “Take a SHOWER, loser.”Girl: “You’re SERIOUSLY disgusting! Ha ha”Try as you might, you can’t get out of the shit in time to reach them. It is all you can do to dig yourself out. The smell is horrible. You’re also a fair bit into your lunch break and your friends are probably starting to wonder where you are.[SHOWER IN THE DORMS][SHOWER IN PE][JUST GO HAVE LUNCH - HYGIENE SCHMYGIENE!][OTHER]
>>3765317>[SHOWER IN THE DORMS]We will have our revenge and it will be painful
>>3765317>Transmute the shit into sand and shake it off yourself.
Rolled 3 (1d6)>>37653391 complete failure2 you turn it into mud instead of sand (still dirty, less stinky)3 you partial success - shake most of it off but still kind of smell4-6 success
You don’t immediately realize that it wasn’t a complete success - the mountain of shit temporarily desensitized your noses. Your friends are already eating by the time you get your lunch. They wave when they see you.Crystal: “Hi, Cheechong! How was Transmutation?”Larry: “You’re actually kinda late. What happened anyway?”Crystal: “Hey, do you guys… smell something?”Ashe: “Yeah, what IS that?”
>>3765442"Sievert transmuted a bunch of crap on me to fuck with me. Sorry if I still smell."
>>3765442"Just a bit of an altercation with a shit wizard.""You think I can catch a peek at one of you guys' homework?"
>>3765442>Sorry, I'll have to clean myself up.>Go wash in the dorms
>>3765481+1>>3765448I don't think that was transmutation
>>3765442>"Sievert flooded the stairs with crap his offer was a trap sorry if i still smell i can go shower if you want but can you then save some food for me"
Larry: “Well fuck, I guess you’ve really rattled the hierarchy.”Crystal: “Larry! There’s NO excuse for bullying!”Larry: “I didn’t say it EXCUSED anything.”Ashe: “Anyway, it’s fine. We’ll smuggle some food out and I’ll wait for you by the Necromancy classroom. You still have some time, so you’ll probably be able to eat before class.”Crystal: “I am SO SORRY, Cheechong. I feel so ashamed of Ratzits. It’s like… it’s your second day and…”Larry: “Calm down - it’s not like it’s your fault. We’ll still see you in the library after school then, Cheechong?”You nod and head for the dorms. It takes you a while to get the stench off - your body has a lot of natural folds that make it hard to do a truly thorough clean. But you eventually finish. You look at the clock on the dorm wall. You still have another 25 minutes or so, and the Necromancy room is just about a five minute flight or so.You leave the dorms and slide down the corridor.
“There he is!!”The three bullies from yesterday run up and surround you, blocking the doors with their bodies.Bully1: “Now you’re in for it, you fucking puddle!”Bully2: “Yeh, we brought the best fighter in our house to KICK YOUR ASS! Huhu”Bully3: “DON’T MOVE! Huhu”They all look pretty jittery.
>>3765845Make new door opening with Transmutation and ignore them
Yee, make door
>>3765845>What did i told ya about fucking with me, bitches? MOVE IT. Be menacing as possible. We will just scare those idiots off.
You transmute your way through the wall with ease. Why does this school even have doors? Ashe is waiting for you by the classroom with a lunchbox.Ashe: “Hiya, Cheechong. We grabbed as much as we could fit. Hope it fills you up.”She hands you the lunchbox and you dig in. There’s still a decent amount of time before class. The three losers from earlier use that time to find you again.Bully1: “You fucken RUN AWAY?! What are you a COWARD?! Huhu?”Bully2: “He’s scared cuz he knowed he’d gonna get STOMPED, bro!! Huhu”Ashe raises her eyebrows and gives you a look that clearly says “what the fuck is this?”
You’ve barely completed your facepalm before the three guys move aside. Whoever this so-called “strongest in their house” is, he’s probably the one walking towards you. Bony-looking guy. Featherweight. Messy hair. Looks older than you.“Cheechong? You can call me Ben.”Surprisingly deep voice.Ben: “I hear you’ve been beating up my housemates. Now, I don’t really give a shit about these losers, but they say you imagine yourself top dog, king of the school. Now THAT…”He cracks his knuckles.Ben: “...sounds like a man who needs to be HUMBLED.”Your left head glances at Ashe. She’s staring. Does she recognize him? Bony guy assumes a broad fighting stance.Ben: “I’ll let you throw the first punch. Give me your best shot.”
>>3766124"I kicked their asses and now they want to get their asses kicked again....maybe it's their kink or something...brb"Kick their asses with our slime muscles again
>>3766138"So Ashe, who is the bony clown?"And then to the Ben"Listen here, I'm no king of anything, I just kicked their asses because they were messing with my friend, are you gonna stand up to that? Or are you just after a fught to feel tough or something?"
>>3766138"OK I'll punch you sometime in the future then."Then fly away. If he complains just say very loudly that he promised you would make the first move and to go back on his word would be dishonest and that he's free to humble us in competitions which won't get both of us in trouble.
>>3766138No words.Attempt to grasp him with a flurry of tentacles.
>>3766213>>3766514Cheechong: “Okay, I’ll punch you sometime in the future then.”You fly out of reach, just below the ceiling, watching him. He glares at you.Cheechong: “You promised I’d get to make the first move! Going back on your word now would be dishonest. You’re free to “humble” us in competitions that won’t get us both in trouble!”There’s a heavy silence. You keep hovering beneath the ceiling, making a mental map of potential escape routes. Your wings are getting tired. Then he starts giggling uncontrollably. He turns to the three guys hiding by the door.Ben: “THIS is the threat you’ve been CRYING about since yesterday?! Get out of my sight!”He takes a deep breath. When he meets your eyes again he’s smiling.Ben: “I like you. You can come down now. I won’t hurt you.”You land next to Ashe again to rest your wings. She mumbles something about it really not turning out the way she’d expected. Ben walks up to you and puts his hand on your shoulder.Ben: “It might be too early to convince the council - it’s only your second day of classes - but I would love to have more people like you in House Dragon. Too many meathead idiots like those three. I mean, I’m GRADUATING next year - SOMEONE in the house has to have some PRINCIPLES, something to ASPIRE to. If you’re up for it, I’ll submit my recommendation next House Council meeting. You don’t have to answer yet. Think about it.”He pats you on the shoulder and turns to leave. Ben: “I’ll see you around, Cheechong.”Ashe pokes you.Ashe: “What the fuck was THAT?”
>>3766686>"+RESPECT">"That's what happened"
>>3766686>"Larry was getting beat by some guys so I broke their ribs"
>>3766712This, but also >Dont elaborate after this, then slither away, looking cool
>>3766712>>3767447Cheechong: “+RESPECT. That’s what happened.”You turn your back and slither away, towards the door, looking cool.Ashe: “Where are you going? Class starts in ten minutes.”Oh yeah. Well this is awkward. You turn back to Ashe.Cheechong: “Nowhere, I just needed to move around a bit.”Ashe: “Okay. Fair enough.”She hands the half-finished lunchbox over and you finish your lunch.Ashe: “So.”Cheechong: “So?”Ashe: “You think you’re gonna join the Dragons?”
>>3767602What? And leave you guys behind? What do you think I am Ashe? To bail on you?Double head wink with 4 eyesReally hard to pull off
>>3767655OkLet me understand this, we wink with the left and center eye on both heads? Impressive
>>3767602http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/3734159/First thread archived>>3767602>Do I think!? Im sure about not joining them.
>>3767602No way, what kind of man I would be if I do this?
>>3767602>He was about to beat me up. Why would I join?
Ashe smiles.Ashe: “I’m not sure I’d be as hesitant. People from other houses usually have better career opportunities after school, and I’m sure they have nicer beds there and nicer, well, everything. I mean, I haven’t actually BEEN there, but…”She trails off.Ashe: “I’m not telling you to join them. I’m just saying I’d understand. I mean, I’d still be your friend. Although I suppose we wouldn’t see each other as much anymore.”A few more people sit down by the door, waiting. You share a few seconds of silence.Ashe: “Sorry, Cheechong. I’m not sure what I’m saying. You seem like a good guy. I’m just glad we’re friends.”
>>3767712She's cute when she's flustered.Give her a tentacle pat on the back"I'm glad too, let's raise some dead shall we?"I'm pumped for necromancy!
More students arrive, the door opens, and you find somewhere in the classroom to sit. The teacher shows up a few minutes early and leans against his desk. He look lean, dresses outdoorsy, wears a thick green cloak with a hood. He makes small talk with some of the front row students and waits a few minutes longer than when the lesson is supposed to start, making sure everyone is present.Teacher: “I think that’s everyone.”He scans the crowd with his eyes.Teacher: “I see a few new faces today. New term, new students. I know I gave you a homework assignment, but I’m afraid we won’t be discussing it today. It’s mostly for the sake of the higher-ups. Today we’ll just have an informal discussion about where we’re going with this term, alright? But first…”He walks over to the blackboard and writes his name with big letters.Govannon: “I’m Govannon, and I’ll be your Necromancy teacher for this term. So, what do we know about Necromancy? What springs to mind? I’d like to hear it from the newer students first, if that’s okay, get a fresh take. What are your stereotypes? What do you associate it with?”Girl with brown hair: “Zombies?”Govannon: “Sure.”He writes it on the blackboard.Boy with big chin: “Liches?”He puts it on the blackboard.Govannon: “Anything else? Maybe something more abstract?”
>>3767721>communicating with the dead
>>3767721>communicating with the dead>how to create dead bodies possibly from mud or other dead matter into a new shape
>>3767721To detect and find a skeleton for other uses
Govannon: “Yes, very good.”A few more students make suggestions and he adds them to the list.Govannon: “I’m sure you’re all noticing the trend here. Most of the things we associate with Necromancy have to do with death and the dead. Now, I’m not gonna say that those associations are WRONG, but I will say that there’s a lot more to Necromancy than you might think.”Govannon walks over to the window and picks up a potted plant. It’s hunching and probably hasn’t been watered in a while. He opens one of his desk drawers and takes out a fistfull of earth.Govannon: “These flowers are dying.”He opens his fist and shows off the earth. It’s wet and full of worms and critters.Govannon: “This earth is teeming with life.”He closes his fist, puts his other hand on the plant. When he takes his hand off the plant, it’s colour is vibrant, it stretches towards the light. He opens his fist and the earth and its critters have turned to dust.Govannon: “While, yes, you CAN use Necromancy to make bodies walk, it is, in essence, just the transfer of energy, of the essence of life. Necromancy always requires sacrifice, if not of anything external then of your own health. But it can also SAVE LIFE, and it can heal injuries with a permanence that Transmutation could only dream of.”He throws the ashes in a bin.Govannon: “What it CANNOT do, contrary to popular belief, is bring the dead back to life. It can bring the BODY back to life, and to some extent its memories, depending on its level of decay. As such, it can give the appearance of communicating with the dead, but all you’re speaking to is the shadow of its personality. Reanimated dead can follow simple commands, but do not think, as we would interpret the word, and do not form new memories. Raising undead capable of complex behavior requires possession of some kind, which means overlap with Conjuration.”He wipes his hands on his cloak and sits on his desk.Govannon: “So, I’m thinking this term we’ll try individual projects. Let’s brainstorm some ideas together, then everyone decides on something they’d personally like to explore, write up a basic plan and hand it in sometime in the next few weeks. Sound good?”Students mumble approval.Govannon: “Don’t worry - it’s about the process. A failure won’t harm your grade as long as you learned something on the way. Anyone want to start? Got an animal you’d like to reanimate? Want to try Necromantic gardening? Don’t worry about shooting too high - we’re just brainstorming now. We can moderate expectations later.”Kid with small eyes: “I have a hamster, but it choked on its food and died.”Govannon heads over to the blackboard again and writes “Dead Hamster”.Govannon: “...Hamster. Right. And you’d like to reanimate it?”Kid with small eyes: “Maybe just make it move enough so I can make people think it’s alive.”Govannon: “Very good. Anyone else?”
>>3768546Make someone else stronger
>>3768596This sounds good, if it can heal can it improve too?
>>3768546How about>Does necromancy has applications in cooking?It's kinda hard and probably fail. Nonetheless very interesting topic>Necromantic gardeningIf cooking is no go, this is sound alternative
>>3768596>>3768639Govannon: “From a certain point of view. Necromancy can invigorate you when you’re running low on energy and it can heal damaged muscle tissue. It won’t directly boost your strength or your magic, but it can give you a second wind and it can improve and speed up the results of strenuous exercise.”Cheechong: “What about cooking? Does Necromancy have any applications in cooking?”Govannon: “Mostly in the field of freshening up ingredients. Cooking is more of a Transmutation thing, to be honest. The usefulness of Transmutation is usually limited by its impermanence, but once digested, as long as there’s nothing harmful involved, it doesn’t make much of a difference if the ingredients were mixed traditionally or transmuted into food.”Ashe: “How about combat?”Govannon: “The primary means of attacking in Necromancy is to suck the life out of someone. It’ll heal you, but the human body can only hold so much life energy. Unless you redirect the flow to something specific, you might find grass growing around your feet from overflow. Sadly I can’t condone you sucking the life out of your classmates. The Headmaster would disapprove.”The discussion continues throughout the lesson. Govannon keeps making occasional notes on the blackboard. He talks about energy conversion and how energy transfers more efficiently the more similar the source is to the destination, so to heal a human it is better to absorb an animal than a tree, etc.
Govannon wishes you all good luck with your project plans as you leave, insists that you take it easy, that you have all term. You and Ashe head for the Brisqball field. It’s wide and green, with something that looks like goal posts on two opposite ends. There are four people present to evaluate potential new team members. They look bored. As you arrive, one of them gets up and hurries over. Ashe holds her hands up and slowly backs away as if to say “this is all you, Cheechong”. The man grabs your tentacle and gives it an unpleasantly firm handshake.Ohka: “Great to see you! I’m Ohka and this…” He points to the other three. “...is Kolgait, Cherry, and Skaw. We really are super stoked that you’re here! Have you played much Brisqball before?”The other three team members wave awkwardly. One of them looks like they just woke up.
>>3770050We didn't have Brisqball back home so I'm not familiar. But I'm very excited to learn
>>3770050We haven't but we are willing to give it a try to see if we like it
>>3770050I don't know what is ,but I am excited to learn.
Disappointment flashes across his face, but very briefly.Ohka: “Oh. Well, you’ll master it in no-time. It’s a very simple game. Simple, but VERY SATISFYING.”He points to one of the white goal post looking things.Ohka: “So those white things are the goals. You score goals by throwing the ball inside it, under the top bar, between the sidebars. Each team has a single player on a broomstick. They are called the Goaler. They score most of the goals. The Goaler is usually the best flyer on the team.”
Ohka: “The rest of the team, known as the Troops, are on the ground. They defend their goal from the Goaler. They also prevent the other team’s Troops from defending their goal from your Goaler. No magic allowed, beyond a magic barrier to prevent serious injuries, and no weapons are allowed on the field. Beyond that, almost anything is allowed.”Ohka puts his hand on your shoulder. You can feel his spit on your faces when he speaks.Ohka: “So?! Which role are you trying out for? :D”
>>3770416I’ve never used a broomstick before, is it required for a Goaler, or can I just float around like I normally do?
>>3770416If we are a trooper that can fly then our team would have aerial superiority
>>3770445>>3770464>>3770466Ohka: “Great call! I’ll go grab a ball. You get ready to defend the goal!”Ohka picks up a small but heavy-looking ball - something like an iron baseball. He does some light stretching.Ohka: “Ready or not, here I come!”He throws the ball.[How defend?] +roll 1d10 (higher is better)
Rolled 3 (1d10)>>3770517>Try to swat it away with your tentacles
Rolled 3 (1d10)>>3770517>Catch the ball and fling it to the other goal with our skin flaps
Rolled 6 (1d10)>>3770517Catch it in our slime
Rolled 8 (1d10)>>3770517Catch it with our tentacles
Rolled 4 (1d4)Depending on roll:>>37705371. partial fail>>37705452. partial fail >>37705463. narrow success>>37705484. great success
>>3771584You catch it with your tentacle, straight up, swinging your boneless hand into it with enough force to stop its trajectory. Your entire tentacle aches from the impact, but you did it. Ohka’s mouth is wide open.Ohka: “You said you’d never played this game before?”Cheechong: “Yeah, it’s first time.”Ohka: “I think you might have a rare talent! You are IN!! This is the year when we FINALLY WIN THE HOUSE CUP! THIS IS THE YEAR!!! HA HA HA!!”He slaps you on the back, roaring with laughter.
>>3771599just asks him "What?"
>>3771631Ohka: “It’s just… the last few years we haven’t been able to win a single match. I’m graduating soon and I just… I’d like to win at least once. I think we’re finally going to win, Cheechong. It IS Cheechong, right? Good. We’re finally going to WIN, Cheechong! FINALLY!”He looks like he’s about to cry. The other three walk up and introduce themselves. They give you a schedule for practice. Twice every week, more often when a big match is coming up. You chat briefly. Someone else shows up to try out for the team and you take the opportunity to excuse yourself.Ashe is sitting on a small grassy hill. She’s applauding as you approach. Ashe: “Good job. Guess those muscles aren’t just for show, eh?”She gets off the hill and you walk towards the library together when an arrow flies past with a margin so narrow you could almost smell it. It hits the grass. You twist around, looking for an archer. You see a shadow disappearing behind a building. You turn back to the arrow. There’s a piece of paper attached to it. Ashe is grabbing her chest.Ashe: “I’m okay. Are you okay? Alright. What the fuck?”[FOLLOW THE SHADOW BEHIND THE BUILDING][SEE IF THERE’S ANYTHING WRITTEN ON THE PIECE OF PAPER][OTHER]
>>3771643>[SEE IF THERE’S ANYTHING WRITTEN ON THE PIECE OF PAPER]
You untie and unroll the letter. It smells like tulips. The handwriting is neat and swirly.“Dear Cheech and Chong,You probably don’t know who I am, but I’ve been watching you. You seem really cool and I’d like to get to know you better. Would you like to go out with me? Please meet me by the cherry tree on Confession Hill by sundown to give me your answer.PS: I’m a girlPPS: come alone”When you look up from the letter, Ashe meets your eyes.Ashe: “So? What’s going on? Someone challenge you to a duel or something?”
>>3771703>Love letter?>Show it to Ashe, express doubt. Probably will go anyway to experience something interesting
>>3771718yeah, its pretty dubious. We've been here for, like, just two days. Way too soon for obligatory highschool romance drama,
You hand the letter to Ashe.Cheechong: “Love letter? I don’t know. Seems pretty suspicious.”Ashe: “Before sundown, huh? Are you going?”Cheechong: “Sure. Sounds interesting.”She hands you the letter. You tuck it into your robe.Ashe: “You really are a face-things-head-first kinda guy, Cheechong. But there’s still some time before the sun sets. Let’s meet with Larry and Crystal first. You could maybe go to Confession Hill in an hour or so?”
The library is spread across an expansive maze of rooms on the second floor. It seems more designed to offer privacy while reading than providing space for books. Not that there aren’t a lot of books as well. There’s a librarian sitting by a desk by the entrance - a tall, gray-haired man with glasses - half reading, half watching anyone in sight.You find Larry and Crystal already claiming a table clearly visible from the entrance - presumably so you’d find them easily. They have a stack of books piled on top of the table and are too immersed in reading to notice you before you’re close enough to sit.Larry: “Cheechong! Ashe! How was Brisqball?”Librarian: “Shhhh!”Larry: “Sorry!”Larry (whisper): “So, how was Brisqball?”Ashe (whisper): “Cheechong caught the ball like nobody’s business. Team Captain almost shat himself.”Larry (whisper): “Fuckin’ hell, Cheechong. You are something else.”Larry high fives you.Librarian: “Shhhhh!! This is a library!”Larry: “SORRY!”Crystal (whisper): “Congratulations, Cheechong. We’ll make sure to cheer for you when you play against other houses.”Larry (whisper): “Oh yeah, we’ll have to do that, won’t we? Ah, who knows, maybe I’ll learn to like Brisqball.”Ashe (whisper): “Who cares about Brisqball? You’ll be cheering for Cheechong, not the sport.”Larry (whisper): “Yeah, okay, fair enough.”Ashe (whisper): “So, what are we reading?”Larry (whisper): “I don’t even know where to start, to be honest.”Crystal (whisper): “We dug up some books on autotransmutation, necromantic skeletal regeneration, the history of famous mages with non-standard body types, some summoning literature…”Larry (whisper): “I’m not sure any of it is any good. You can go check the shelves yourselves if you want. You might have better luck than us.”You figure you might as well. You and Ashe wander between the shelves, looking for titles that catch your eye. You find various levels of summoning handbooks, you find a whole section of magic cookbooks (separate from the potions section), you find a large number of history books on various topics (the Enchanter Wars, Famous Mages and Their Ratzits Houses, etc.), you find various non-fiction books (In Defense of Feudalism, plane-lore, collections of laws…), every school of magic taught in Ratzits seems to have its own section, and you find an expensive-looking bookshelf dedicated to what appears to be historical fiction written by the Headmaster himself.What kind of book are we looking for anyway? Snickerpepper mentioned Evocation being a possible path, but he didn’t say what to look for and can he even be trusted in the first place?[GO BACK TO THE TABLE AND TRY LARRY AND CRYSTAL’S STACK][ASK THE LIBRARIAN][GRAB A BOOK FROM THE SHELVES (which section?)][OTHER]
>>3772324>necromantic skeletal regeneration
>>3772324Look under evocation and something related to calcium and minerals
>>3772324>necromantic skeletal regenerationWe need to have a boner
>>3772376This plusask Crystal about "the history of famous mages with non-standard body types", maybe there's some stuff there we can get inspiration from.
After much looking through shelves, you find a couple of Evocation books that might be in the right direction. “Hard Evocation: Metal and Mineral”, “Evoke and Evolve: Self-improvement through Evocation”, and “Spatial Flow: Evoking in Confined Spaces”. You grab the books and slide over to the table.Larry (whisper): “Anything good?”Cheechong (whisper): “Found some Evocation books that might be interesting. Crystal - you find anything in the history of mages with non-standard body-types?”Crystal (whisper): “I haven’t read all of it yet, but thus far most of them are very different from you. There are several chapters on tiny wizards and mages who walked on all fours, many of whom didn’t have opposable thumbs. There’s a chapter on snake-bodied mages, there’s one on driders. No mention of not having a skeleton yet. I’ll tell you if I find anything.”Cheechong (whisper): “Is the book on Necromantic skeletal regeneration any good?”Crystal (whisper): “We... kind of gave up on that.”Larry (whisper): “There might be something we’re missing, but far as we can tell you can regenerate a skeleton if your body doesn’t normally have one, and ideally still has parts of it in the body. It’s more aimed at regrowing or reattaching lost limbs. That kind of thing.”Ashe comes back to the table and drops a pile of books on it.Ashe (whisper): “Grabbed some potion-books and two Conjuration guides. Not super optimistic though.”Crystal (whisper): “It’s probably good to start broad. We can narrow down once we find something interesting.”Larry (whisper): “Agreed.”Ashe (whisper): “Cheechong needs to leave in like half an hour though. When does the library close anyway?”Larry (whisper): “You need to leave, Cheechong? What’s going on?”Ashe (whisper): “Someone sent him a super suspicious love letter. He’s gonna meet whoever sent it on Confession Hill. Letter said to come alone.”Crystal (whisper): “I don’t like the sound of this.”Larry (whisper): “You sure you don’t want us to come with you, Cheechong? I mean, in case it’s a trap or something?”
>>3774592>can't regenerate a skeleton
>>3774592Stay nearby but don't come with, I'll signal you if its a trap
>>3774592This>>3774622Should we inform a teacher? Just yo be safe.
You make plans for the others to hang back behind a nearby building. Out of sight, but certainly close enough to hear loud noises. You all crack your books open and try to skim your way to any leads. You find it a little difficult to focus, knowing how soon you’re leaving, but manage to at least get some sense of what the books you picked out are about.“Hard Evocation” is an extensive guide to the history and current advances in creating metals and minerals from magical energy. It seems most of the attempts have been temporary, depending on concentrated effort to maintain. They also rely on contact with their creator’s body and fall apart if disconnected.“Evoke and Evolve” talks about the many health-benefits of harmonious Evoker’s flow, as well as its potential for controlling the growth of a body that’s still developing. It mentions mages controlling the speed at which their hair grows. It mentions mages with extreme growth spurts. It mentions otherwise unremarkable humans growing permanent wings. Things usually restricted to time-limited transmutation. The book also warns against using these techniques, as any mistakes while guiding the natural development of the body have results that are just as permanent as the successes.“Spatial Flow” is about precision Evocation, about filling a closed bottle with water from the inside, about setting fire to a lamp inside a box without harming the box. It stresses the difficulty of doing any of these things. It warns against attempting it on yourself, as the potential pain of anything suddenly appearing inside your body could easily disrupt your concentration enough for the spell to go very wrong.Ashe looks at the clock.Ashe (whisper): “It’s time.”Larry (whisper): “Right, let’s get some of these books out and get going then.”Crystal (whisper): “It’s only one book per person if you want to take them back to the dorms though. I’m not sure which one to pick.”Ashe (whisper): “Just grab whatever looks interesting - it’s not like we can’t just come back tomorrow or whatever.”
>>3774709None of these seem to be skelington related but with evoke and evolve we can make our muscles better and maybe be a little sturdier so I say we grab that one
>>3774709>“Spatial Flow”Let's grab advance Evocation to impress teacherWe will need to talk with necromancer about skelly
>>3774709Also leave book with our friends, and tell them to leave 5 minutes after us
>>3774709>Evoke and Evolve
>Evoke and Evolve
You grab “Evoke and Evolve” and take it to the librarian. He looks you up and down and puts down his book.Librarian: “Student card, please.”Student card? You don’t remember anyone giving you a student card.Cheechong: “Student card?”In desperation, you take out the red wardrobe tag you got when you arrived. The librarian gives you a look of contempt.Librarian: “Yes, your student card. It has your name and picture on it.”Cheechong: “I don’t think I have one.”Librarian: “And you ARE a student here?”The librarian sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose.Librarian: “I’ll admit that it isn’t the first time this has happened. The Headmaster easily forgets transfer students. You’ll have to visit his office and collect your card.”Larry pats you on the shoulder. Ashe and Crystal are still by the table.Larry: “I heard everything. I’ll get the book out for you. I’m not sure which one I’d pick otherwise anyway.”Ashe: “Good luck, Cheechong.”Crystal: “We’ll… uh… see you later?”You wink and fly away.
Confession Hill still glows with the last gasps of summer. A symphony of wildflower flutter in the wind. There’s a tree at the hill’s summit, a wiry, crooked trunk with a thick head of leaves. There’s a person standing in the shade of its crown. The setting sun bathes the slope in deep red and long shadows.You hesitate. It’s your second day, for god’s sake. You become aware that there’s forest right next to the hill, more than enough trees to hide an army of students. Your second head casts glances at the building your friends were supposed to wait behind. Are they there already? You wouldn’t be able to see them if they were. You’re too close to the hill. There’s something going on here, there must be. You consider cutting your losses and leaving, but fuck it. You’re too curious. There’s no way you’re leaving now.
She sees you approaching, but pretends not to. She strokes the tree. Rubs her hands. Stares at the flowers.Cheechong: “You wanted to see me?”Girl: “Yes. I...”The silence is tense. Her eyes are fixed on her feet.Girl: “I saw you at the entrance ceremony and then I saw you dancing and I just… I think I might like you, so I… I mean… do you…? You seem really... will you…? ...please go out with me?”
>>3776939I want to get to know you first, lets hangout get to know each other than let's see where things go.
>>3776948>>3776939what's your name?
>>3776948Isn't this what going out with someone does?>>3776939>Sure, but... I'm afraid I don't even know your name.
>>3776939...have we met before?
>>3777900>Hanging out and getting to know each otherPretty sure that's a date
>>3776939This is clearly a trap
Girl: “Oh, I...I’m Eoforswith, but I don’t really like that name. My friends call me Efi. You haven’t exactly met me before. I was always in a crowd. I understand if you didn’t see me, I… I look pretty boring.”She lifts her eyes slightly, but still doesn’t meet yours.Efi: “Can I… can I hold your hand?”
>>3779044sure why not?but we need to hang out and get to know each other before we agree to anything, she barely knows us toowhy did you even like us in the first place?
You hold out a tentacle and wrap your boneless fingers around her hand. She shivers. She’s blushing.Cheechong: “Why did you even like us in the first place?”Efi: “I… I’m sorry. I don’t want you to think I’m shallow, I just… you have… you just have this way about you, like you know what you want and work hard at it. And I... I love the way you look. I don’t really like bony guys.”
>>3781498oh! now I get it, tentacle fetishwell, ask her when would be a good day for us to hang out and talk?
>>3781555Efi: “Maybe Friday, after dinner? We could meet at the top of the observation tower? Maybe look at the clouds…?”She squeezes your hand.
>>3781601ok then, I'll see you there Efialso, where did you learn how to use a bow?
Cheechong: “Ok then, I’ll see you there, Efi. Also, where did you learn how to use a bow?”She blushes intensely and looks away.Efi: “Oh, you know, it’s just a hobby. I do a bit of shooting after school and such. You can probably learn in PE or something. I mean, you know, if you want.”You say your goodbyes. She takes a broomstick out of her robe (those pocket planes are wild, man) and flies off, past the rooftops, and she’s gone. You sigh and take in the scenery. You try to remember your old school. Those days seem pretty dull and uneventful now.Is there anything you actually miss about Backwater School for Boys?
>>3781910Our family maybe, it was closer to home, but here, there's so much more
>>3781910we miss the our 2 friends from there, but we made some nice ones here too
>>3781910Our family definitely. We should write them a letter or see if there a spell that would allow us to communicate
You should probably contact your family soon, tell them you’re doing alright. There’s so much to talk about. Maybe you could ask the Headmaster when you pick up your student ID.You walk over to the building your friends were supposed to hide behind. They’re all there. They’re wearing the faces of someone who has a pretty good idea of what you and Efi were doing.Ashe: “Sooo… when is the big day?”Larry: “Wow, Cheechong. Your life is a fucking rollercoaster.”Ashe: “And we want details.”Crystal: “Ashe! That looked really private. I’m so sorry, Cheechong. We probably shouldn’t have come.”
>>3782543The eyebrows!Tell them we just introduced ourselvesLets get going, should we get that ID?
>>3782578+1thank them for coming, we are never sure if thing wil be a trap
Cheechong: “We just introduced ourselves. Thanks for coming anyway - we can never be sure when things are a trap or not.”Larry: “Anytime, Cheechong.”Ashe: “So what now?”Cheechong: “Should we get that ID card from the Headmaster? How late is his office open anyway?”Larry: “I think he fucking sleeps in his office. If he’s not doing anything specific, he’s almost always there.”Crystal: “We should probably start thinking about dinner though.”Ashe: “Hey Cheechong, maybe you get your ID and we’ll get started on dinner and homework and we’ll meet in the dorms.”Larry: “Don’t need to worry about being late if the Headmaster’s keeping you or anything - we can reheat anything with magic.”You don’t feel particularly hungry. Maybe it’s the adrenaline. You don’t usually eat dinner until a few hours from now and it might just not have hit you yet. Nevertheless, the Headmaster will surely be available tomorrow as well.[GO HEADMASTER][GO DINNER][GO OTHER]
You part ways with your friends and head up a few flights of stairs. The route to the Headmaster’s office is complex. It’s not quite a maze - there aren’t a lot of forks in the path - but the route has plenty of curves and twists. Another flight of stairs. Another corridor. It finally reaches a tower that stretches so far out from the wall without pillars to support it that you have to assume it’s being suspended by magic. The door is solid metal and looks heavy. It has “Headmaster’s Office” carved into it, along with what looks like a drawing of a flower. You wonder for a moment if this calls for knocking. You’ve never been very good at knocking. Lack of bones makes it difficult. You put a tentacle on the handle. The door opens by itself, slow enough to not hurt anyone. You hear voices. You fly inside.The Headmaster’s office is large and chaotic. Almost every surface, including much of the floor, is covered in stacks of paper or parchment. There are several large bookcases. There’s a literal elephant resting in a corner. There are at least 5 completely different types of light sources spread around the room - fireplace, dripping candles, oil lamps, paper lanterns, fireflies in a jar, etc. There are three asymmetric chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The walls are covered in framed drawings and paintings. In the centre of the room: a heavy-looking desk, the Headmaster looking concerned, and, sitting opposite, the person he’s looking at. You can only see the back of the stranger. He’s speaking very loudly.Headmaster: “But you do understand why she brought you here, Elihu?”Elihu: “This is some BULLSHIT!! Just because my mum’s a teacher I can’t skip class?! Everyone’s doing it! ALL. THE. TIME! I don’t have time for school, you relic! I’m a highly original fucking thinker. You should be taking classes from ME.”Headmaster: “I’m sure you hold great promise, Elihu. Your mother’s just worried about you. In magic, it's especially important to build a strong foundation.”Elihu: “Ha ha ha!! Is that a joke?! I’m a once in a generation genius! Fuck your foundation - I’m out!”Elihu gets up and turns around. Your eyes meet. He stops. The Headmaster cranes his neck to see what Elihu’s looking at.Headmaster: “Ah, Shich and Chung, was it? I was told you might come. Have a seat.”
>>3784269>To Elihu "Shich and Chung. I'm very pleased to make your acquaintance.">Take a seat>"Whasup Headmaster"
>>3784269"Greetings, I'm here for my ID card."
>>3784269>Correct the Headmaster about our name - don't want that on our ID
>>3784269>Do introductions>Ask for our card
Rolled 3 (1d3)Unclear whether the hivemind wants us to introduce ourselves as Shich and Chung or correct the Headmaster, or both, so I’ll do a quick roll for it.1. tell Elihu you're Shich and Chung2. tell Headmaster it's Cheech and Chong3. both
You give Elihu a brief nod.Cheechong: “Shich and Chung. I’m very pleased to make your acquaintance.”Elihu: “Right.”You slide past him and take a seat by the desk. Cheechong: “Whassup, Headmaster? Where’s my student ID?”Elihu: “Better watch yourself with the geezer, Shichanchung. Give’im half a chance and he’ll bore you to tears.”Elihu fucks off. Elihu: “See you around, cunts.”You wait until you hear the door shut.Cheechong: “By the way, it’s ‘Cheech and Chong’, not ‘Shich and Chung’. Just so there’s no mistakes on the card.”Headmaster: “Very well.”The Headmaster takes a card out of his robe and hands it to you.Headmaster: “Cheech and Chong, as requested.”The picture on the card is moving. It looks bored and confused. You wonder how these images are done. You have no memory of participating in the ritual. You stroke it with your tentacle. Smooth surface.Headmaster: “So, third day, is it? How are you settling in? Have you made any friends?”
>>3784969>"Yup, but there are a lot of weird people around"
>>3784969> Plenty of great friends> Teachers are great, helpful, knowledgeable cute> There were some douchebags but thats given in every school
>>3786619Headmaster: “Well I’m absolutely delighted to hear it! We do try our best to make this the best school that we possibly can. Now, before you leave…”The Headmaster digs through a pile of half-finished sheets of paper. He pulls what looks like an old ashtray out and puts it on his desk. He pokes his temple with his wand, then taps the ashtray, and it fills with a thick liquid. Doesn’t smell, but looks kind of like cream.Headmaster: “Ahh, sorry about that. Just clearing my head a bit. Where were we? Right. Before you leave, I’d like you to have a welcome gift. Beyond the Student ID, that is.”The Headmaster saunters over to one of his bookcases.Headmaster: “Come, come. Don’t be shy now. Though I think Igor might be a bit afraid of you.” You notice the elephant looking a bit tense in the corner. Maybe staring at you. It’s hard to tell in the half-dark. The Headmaster strokes the backs of a row of books. He seems to have several copies of the same volumes.Headmaster: “You see, I’ve been known to dabble in - by which I mean WRITING - historical fiction. My primary source of inspiration has always been the history of this very school, of Ratzits School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The very same.”He pauses for a moment.Headmaster: “I’ve spent many hours on these books. You could say that they’re a passion of mine.”He pulls out three different books from seemingly random parts of the shelves. He puts them on a mostly empty stone windowsill next to the bookcase (there are a few scraps of parchment on it - looks like coal drawings of people posing nude).Headmaster: “I’ve written a series on each of the House founders of Ratzits. I’d like you to have the first book of one of them, whichever one you want. I’ll sign it for you, and wish you all the best in your studies.”You lean over the windowsill and attempt to judge the books by their covers.[CHOOSE ‘Keith: All Foes Must Be Eaten’][CHOOSE ‘Ree: Dead Fish Don’t Swim’][CHOOSE ‘Hard-die: Extraplanar Superman’][ASK QUESTIONS][OTHER]
>>3787354>[ASK QUESTIONS]wich one is from our house? Silver fish? is that Ree?if it is pick that, if it isn't ask him if he has one
>>3787354>[ASK QUESTIONS]If he got somethong about our houseIf not>[CHOOSE ‘Ree: Dead Fish Don’t Swim’]
Cheechong: “You have anything about my House? Silverfish? Was that Ree or…?”Headmaster: “House Silve… Oh yes! I keep forgetting. I’m afraid I haven’t written any books about House Silverfish. Technically, they don’t even have a founder, as such. Not the way the others do. And the others were all founded by founders of the school as well. House Silverfish is a much later innovation.”Cheechong: “I’ll go with ‘Ree’ then.”Headmaster: “You know what? One moment.”The Headmaster goes digging through his shelves. He pulls out a slender volume with a monochrome cover. ‘Next Generation Mages’.Headmaster: “This isn’t one of mine, and it’s not even fiction, but it does cover some of your House’s history. You can have both. I’m just happy to see you take an interest in history.” He opens up ‘Ree’, takes out a quill, and starts writing all over the first page.Headmaster: “To… Cheechong… All the best with… your future studies… I hope this book will… serve as inspiration and… propel you to even greater… ambitions. Your friend… the Headmaster of Ratzits School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”He closes and hands you the book, the thin historical account on top of it. He winks at you.Headmaster: “That’s my pen name. Try not to tell anyone.”You check the spine and indeed, the author is listed as ‘the Headmaster of Ratzits School of Witchcraft and Wizardry’.Cheechong: “Appreciate it.”Headmaster: “Don’t mention it! It was my pleasure. Now I hope you have a good night and a productive school day tomorrow. It’s only wednesday, you know.”
You hide the books in your pocket plane and head out. The Headmaster waves at you. The elephant still seems to be shivering in a corner. You take a different route than when you came here - you’re heading towards the dorms, after all, not Confession Hill. You find yourself flying past the library. The door is still open. It’s kind of eerily quiet in there. It occurs to you that you finally have your Student ID and could hypothetically borrow another book.[ENTER][HURRY BACK TO THE DORMS (we wanna check the books we just got)][HURRY BACK TO THE DORMS (we’re hungry)][OTHER]
>>3789100>[ENTER]We are THE NERD!
You move through the door. The lamps are lit, but you’re not seeing any people. The librarian’s chair is empty. You stop, listen, scan the main room with your eyes. Slight noise from one of the many side areas. Breathing? Pages being flipped? The librarian? Might as well check. You slide through the room. You find a long shadow. You turn a corner.A girl your age is sitting on a pile of books. She’s got a thick volume open in her lap. She appears to be sucking smoke out of a hole in a roughly pencil-shaped piece of rock.You clear your throats and she looks up. She takes a big puff of her rock and goes back to her book.Cheechong: “Do you know where the librarian’s gone?”Girl: “He’s not here. The library’s closed for the day. I broke in.”Cheechong: “Oh.”She looks up again and it’s like she’s only now discovering that you’re here.Girl: “Hey.”Cheechong: “Yeah?”She offers you her smoking-rock.Girl: “You wanna hang out? Smoke’s from a portal. Gets you high as fuck.”[NO, IT’S GETTING CLOSE TO MY BEDTIME ALSO WINNERS DON’T DO DRUGS][I DUNNO, I JUST WANTED TO GET MORE BOOKS][BLAZE IT][OTHER]
>>3791318>[BLAZE IT]Fuck it
>>3791318>[BLAZE IT]suresince she broke in we should see if she knows how to enter the advanced stuff where they have skeleton making magic
>>3791355>since she broke in we should see if she knows how to enter the advanced stuff where they have skeleton making magicnah man profesor spoke clearly that this shit too early for us
The smoke is thick and hits you like a truck through the brain. Colours intensify. Your muscles numb. You can’t tell your heads apart. What the fuck IS this?Cheechong: “uWwut izz dis...?”She takes the rock back. Her voice simultaneously sounds like it’s coming from far away and the inside of your heads.Girl: “Where it’s from they call it ‘air’. Place’s got many names. Magylfon, Fume, the Dead Inferno. They say it’s one of the abyssal layers. Their air has no oxygen. You’d suffocate without a portable air bubble. Also so thick human eyes can’t see through it. Not an issue here though.”She takes a deep drag of the rock. Coughs.Girl: “Just gets you high.”The initial hit is subsiding and you’re getting back a sense of body. She hands you the rock. You have another go. She says nothing. Just reads. Book in her lap looks like some sort of limited planar atlas. You feel a tingle in the back of your necks. Smoke’s so thick it almost feels like liquid running upwards as it exits your mouth. She takes the rock back. Keeps reading.[SAY SOMETHING][READ A BOOK (what kind?)][JUST SIT IN SILENCE][OTHER]
>>3793370>[SAY SOMETHING (Thank her for the stone, tell her she's super cool)]>[SLOWLY GO BACK TO THE DORMS (we’re hungry)]
>>3793370[SAY SOMETHING]This shit's goodWhat are you reading that you needed to break in for?
>>3793370>[SAY SOMETHING]why break in whats that good cheet you do for it?
(so I won't have time to update this today. sorry for the delay. hoping I have a least a few more days before the thread gets pushed off a cliff with auto-sage)(also I saw that there's an advice pastebin that said you should have a twitter, so I have joined the twitter: https://twitter.com/idrow2 )
>>3796021no problem, thanks for the heads up
Cheechong: “This shit’s good. Thanks.”She doesn’t say anything.Cheechong: “You’re super cool. What’s your name anyway?”Girl: “Fia.”She doesn’t look up when she answers.Cheechong: “I’m Cheech, and this is Chong.”Fia: “Mm-hmm.”She hands you the rock. You take another hit. You feel kind of dizzy.Cheechong: “So, what’s that you’re reading? Since you broke in for it and everything.”Fia: “I didn’t break in for anything in particular. I was bored, I wanted to read, and the library was closed.”She slams the book shut and throws it over her shoulder.Fia: “You talk a lot.”Her tone isn’t accusatory. It’s like she’s just stating a fact.[SORRY][YOU STILL HAVEN’T TOLD US WHAT THE BOOK IS ABOUT][HOW CAN YOU BE BORED WITH THIS SCHOOL?! IT’S AMAZING!!][WE SHOULD PROBABLY EAT AND SLEEP][OTHER]
>>3797668>[I DO HAVE TWO HEADS]>[WE SHOULD PROBABLY EAT AND SLEEP]
>>3797668>[OTHER]probably the drugs
>>3797675>>3797709Cheechong: “It’s probably the drugs.”Fia: “Maybe so.”She takes her rock back. Inhales. Picks up another book. Blue cover.Cheechong: “I should probably get back to the dorms. Haven’t eaten dinner yet and this high is starting to get to me.”Fia: “Okay.”Cheechong: “See you around.”Fia: “If you say so.”You try to fly out, but your coordination’s fucked. You hit a bookshelf and collapse sideways on the floor. Fia looks up from her book. A few volumes rain down from the shelves and hit you. She facepalms.Fia: “...fuck’s sake. I am NOT carrying you to your dorm.”Cheechong: “I’m fuh… fine! Uhrrgh.”You slide out of the library in puddle form. The ceiling feels like a concave sky reaching down to kiss you. You take a few wrong turns on your way back. It takes you a while. Once you’re through the door to the dorms, you nod off for a few seconds. The combination of intense day + late dinner + probably late evening + (whatever that shit you inhaled was) is making it kind of difficult to concentrate. You open your eyes and see your friends gathered around you, looking concerned.Larry: “What in the fuck did you do with the Headmaster?”Crystal: “Are you okay, Cheechong?”[im okyyyyy][yuuu 2 though][glxblt][yus][mommy?][i slip][OTHER]
>>3797798>[i slip]>[im okyyyyy]
Cheechong: “yus, im okyyyyy.”Your friends look at each other for a moment.Ashe: “Best get him to bed.”Crystal: “Can you eat, Cheechong?”Larry wraps your tentacle around his shoulder and lifts you up. Crystal holds out a bowl of soup. You hold it to your left lips and drink it all in one go. They refill the bowl. You drink a second one.Larry: “Alright, I think that’ll do. Bedtime for you, Cheechong.”Cheechong: “Yur wll mae bist frundzz”Larry: “We know.”Ashe: “Try not to drop him, Larry.”Larry: “I’ll do my best.”Crystal: “Goodnight, Cheechong!”Larry helps you into bed. He sits down next to you.Larry: “I’ll try to wake you up before I leave. Tomorrow’s Conjuration, Defense Against Enchantment, and PE.”PE. Ms. Qills. It’s only been a day and a half since you saw her, but it feels like so much longer.Cheechong: “Peee.. Eeee”Larry’s eyes widen.Larry: “You need to piss, Cheechong? Fuck, where’s a bucket when you need one?”Cheechong: “nooo… jus…”Larry: “No? Okay. Are you alright here?”Cheechong: “im fuyn”Larry: “Just shout if you need help, okay?”Cheechong: “Okyyyyy”Larry leaves the room. Maybe they’re still doing homework. Maybe they’re just talking. Who knows. Your bed is like a womb. The stars seem brighter tonight. Your muscles relax. Your mind wanders.[Ms. Qills...][Elihu…? where have we heard that name before?][Our friends are the best][Fia… that was some good shit][Wonder… what’s in those books we got][How DID they make the picture on our student card?][Wonder why that elephant’s afraid of us][Our family… should really contact them… so much to say][Efi… she’s so good at archery][That librarian...][Skeletons...][Ohka… seems to really like Brisqball][Wonder… what our Necromancy project will be][Ashe... was pretty cute today][That Ben guy… what’s his deal?][Do we still smell of poop?][Sievert... is getting what’s coming to him][OTHER]
>>3798822>[Ms. Qills...]>[Elihu…? where have we heard that name before?]I like these
>>3798822>[Our family… should really contact them… so much to say]
>>3798822[Ms. Qills...][Elihu…? where have we heard that name before?][Our family… should really contact them… so much to say][Ashe... was pretty cute today]Many things going though our stoner mind
You sink through half-dreams and a flood of unspoken speech.Cheech: “Ms. Qills…”Chong: “Elihu…”Cheech: “The bedroom.”Chong: “The schedule.”Cheech: “Did she tutor an Elihu?”Chong: “Elihu? Elihu Sirench. Transmutation.”Cheech: “Sirench? Transmutation? Is that the teacher’s name?”Chong: “But Ms. Qills tutors an Elihu.”Cheech: “We wrote it down in Divination 101.”Chong: “Ms. Qills…”Cheech: “I miss her.”Chong: “I miss her.”Cheech: “I miss our family.”Chong: “Our father. Our mother. Our little brother.”Cheech: “Maybe there’s a spell. Surely there’s a spell.”Chong: “I want to see them.”Cheech: “I want to tell them about our school.”Chong: “I want to tell them about our friends.”Cheech: “Ashe... was pretty cute today.”Chong: “We are lucky.”Cheech: “I want to tell my family.”Chong: “Tell them about our friends.”Cheech: “Tell them about… Ms. Qills.”Chong: “Maybe not Ms. Qills.”Cheech: “Maybe not everything we feel for Ms. Qills.”Chong: “I miss her.”The dreamwet takes you. The voices fade. Your housemates try to ignore your snoring.
Ending the second thread here. It’s getting dangerously close to the end of the thread list regardless. If you’re still interested, I’ll try to get back to Cheechong in about two weeks or so. Is there anything/anyone in particular you’d like to see more of?Like last time, please vote for your favourite drawing and I’ll use it in the third thread OP.
>>3799756thanks for running, it was nicemy favorite will be sunset at the confession tree
>>3799756Thanks for runningMy favorite image was >>3798822
>>3799756Thanks for running. Would like to learn more about Efi.>favourite drawingThe confession hill scene