(The chapter says "Cece") Once upon a time... there was a little girl who wore a beautiful cape/head of hair of red color. Wherever she went, that color followed, so they nicknamed her Little Red Riding Hood RED. Little Red Riding HoodRed was a good and affectionate somewhat mischievous girl who lived without family in a beautiful (foster) home in the middle of the forest. One day, her mother [SHE DIDN'T LOVE HER ANYMORE?!] And so, her days passed... without a family.
(...)
(The chapter says "Little Red Riding Hood") Once upon a time... A world plunged into darkness by an indescribable evil.
A world where hope was extinguished.
Until from the darkness... A heroine appeared, and together with her three friends and the three stones of the goddesses, she completely banished evil... Thus saving the universe and all realities before disappearing forever.
...unlike the evil, which could be just around the corner.
(But luckily... We have a legendary girl on our side!)
Little Red Riding Hood, who was supposed to beware of the wolf, is now a viking. Very strong and all. Her axe an instrument of justice, although sometimes it seems more propitious for...
What matters is that she wants to save us! Now it's up to her to find the 3 companions who can help her. Or does she no longer need to search?
Whatever the case, the temple. Today, that is the place... that the human team must overcome. turnos enka minoh
CECE It was an ordinary afternoon in a pious winter. The sky was somewhat cloudy, but nothing threatening. The laughter of children in the yard, the television in the living room. Life in this home was humble, sometimes worse than that, but the kids gave their best.
>child "ah I wish I could be outside... jumm..."
Says one of the children with the cleaning task of the day sweeping the floor.
>girl "shh... Mrs. María can hear you..."
>child gasp -covers her mouth-
>Speaker "Cece, Alicia, go to my office immediately."
The voice of Mrs. María calls you and Alicia, one of the older girls in the home. Besides living together, she and you don't have a very special connection.
You could obey... Or not. You had the whole house to roam and it was 5:00 pm. One of the best times of the day to play or do anything else.
>(To fast forward in case you decide to go to her office)
Without time or interest for walks, you head where you're needed. You take a route you know by heart through those old velvet-covered corridors until you cross paths with the other girl, waiting silently by the door.
>Alicia "¿Uh?"
The creaking boards make your arrival anything but discreet. Alicia greets you with her hand. She's a blonde, tired-looking young girl who looked worried until she made eye contact with you and decided to smile.
"¡Hey! Good afternoon, ¿Roja...?, ¿Cece...? Uh- I'm not sure how to actually call you but- uh-"
She approaches you with some steps.
"I think we never properly introduced ourselves... I'm Alicia. It's a pleasure to meet you."
She says extending her arms for a hug, but quickly lowers them and stretches out her little hand to better offer a handshake, then regrets it halfway and puts up a fist with which she makes a sailor's arm.
"You look very pretty today, and you smell very nice. Did you do something to your hair?"
She's socially inept, but trying to be nice. After that, she turns back towards the door again. Well closed, made of wood and with an opaque glass pane on which it read "director."
"It's just a door... but it gives me a bit of fear." -she lets out a genuine giggle- "having fear of a door... Jaja what a joke. I'm a stupid, aren't I? -she covers her mouth to let out another giggle-"
"You were waiting for me to go in together. Like... friends do."
Even though she isn't your friend.
"But- I mean! We don't have to go right now if you don't want. I mean... She said yes, but... No... Actually it would be better if we obey but... It's your decision, obviously."
>>1675 Pues... Not really. The role was planned to be single player, but if you're interested I'll leave you a character sheet and I'll try to think of a storyline that works. >real name >appearance (The clothing is the same as Little Red Riding Hood, the hair can only be brown or blonde) >age You must be a girl
If you tell me if you have any particular approach that catches your attention it would also be helpful.
>>1677 Feel free to reject it if it doesn't fit the OP format >Real name Jan, Ken and Pon. >Clothing Orthodox witch outfit embroidered with mimicry, her crepe layers flutter in accordance with her cerulean habit. Hats with so pointed wings they could be used as white weapons, oscillating between the faded purplish hue of a girl who doesn't bathe and the tattered scarlet of Pon. The belt at the height of her skirts holds nothing useful except the illusion of discipline and a trio of staffs bound to library grimoires. >Age Jan 8 (the half-dead sister who doesn't blink), Ken 9 (the sister with bottle-bottom glasses umbilically tied to the sense of duty) and Pon 10 (the one who wasn't planned, but acts as if she was). They were born in consecutive years because their parents confused natural control with fertility spells. Technically sisters... Clinically a case study.
My idea of plot is those cozy chronicles all very nice and pretty until someone dies and everything goes to hell, is it mandatory to rhyme and rap or can I just talk?
>>118826 (Not because you can't touch it, you're going to look down on it! Didn't you say you liked music? Literature is art! Someone has to write it before they can sing it to you.)
Merlinus "Little fags?"
>Ribbon "W-wah? Crying is fine, Dementia... And I like ladybugs."
>Sturlu "And what's that?"
>Ribbon "They're like a small insect, with black spots on their red wings."
>Sturlu "Oohhh... I want to see one."
>Ribbon "Maybe later..."
(Because first they had to go get the stone. So the group leaves the room to save the Earth.)
(A footstep on an ancient plank and Little Red Riding Hood falls down from carelessness. The infinite darkness promises... But all she feels is pain.)
(But out of nowhere, she's on the floor. Saved!)
Sturlu Merlinus "I... Also..." -looks up- "...actually I can see her... and the fairy too."
>Sturlu "Bwaa" -wipes his 'eyes', sniffs, and looks at both of them- "I can toooo!" -says sadly-
Ribbon slaps her own face.
>Merlinus "..." -observes you for a moment- "impossible..." -says, back to normal for him-
>Sturlu "Huh?" -stops crying and looks at you confused-
>Merlinus "Why didn't you die?"
>Ribbon "Can't you ask it in a softer way?!"
Merlinus "It's impossible." -stands up and points a finger at you- "How many abilities do you have?" -already lost the mood for mourning-
>Ribbon Sturlu "Huh?, Huh?" -kept switching his gaze between you and the dark mage- "Then is it real?!" -referring to you-
>Ribbon "Yes it is!"
>Sturlu "Ayy!" -jumps to his feet with arms at his sides- "What luck! I thought you fell and a a and you died and a a and..." -looks up- "BWAA!" -cries again- "IT WAS MY FAULT!"
...
More calm, you face the door to the next trial. The trial of courage. You don't lack courage...
(But it's not that kind of courage!)
>Ribbon Sturlu "Can't we name it ourselves?"
>Ribbon "I-I don't think so, no..."
>Merlinus Sturlu "And what if the dragon is just a dragon?"
>Merlinus "Hmm..." -thoughtful-
Then maybe Ribbon's idea works, right?
>Sturlu Ribbon "Well... Actually it's not a bad idea, Dementia. Dragons can fly... If we could convince it, it would help us travel..."
>Merlinus "Or we could use its body parts to make potions." >Merlinus "Hey, yeah! I've never tried a potion."
>Ribbon "T-that idea doesn't sit well with me..."
...
(They venture into the darkness, seeing nothing but those beside them. Up, down, to the side, only black, no purple.)
(This is how the best ideas are born, and this time it's Little Red Riding Hood who thinks best!)
>Ribbon Sturlu "Hey yeah, I totally remember that!" -not really-
>Sturlu "Alright."
Merlinus joins his little hands, creating a platform, a base for his spell.
"Agi."
A flame ignites in his hand, which the mage holds without trouble...
>Ribbon "..."
But looking around... Nothing is illuminated.
"Hm... What the ra-"
SLAM
A sound similar to a door slamming shut echoes in the darkness, and Merlinus disappears into it.
"EEK! WHAT HAPPENED?!"
>Sturlu "HE DISAPPEARED!"
SLAM
Sturlu follows, Ribbon panics.
>Ribbon "STURLU!" -turns quickly to look at you- "!D-Dementia-!" -extends his little hand toward you-
SLAM!
And now it's her turn to disappear.
(There was Little Red Riding Hood. Alone in the darkness. Like a cruel joke of fate, a separation after tightening their bonds in the other trial.)
(Oh poor, poor Little Red Riding Hood...)
Without friends, without voices, without anything to see or hear. Alone once more... Lost...
>??? "Do you care about your friends?"
Until a voice, incorporeal and omnipresent, speaks to you.
(Don't look at me, I wasn't the one.)
"How much do your friends matter to you?"
Hmm... You passed the trust test! Shouldn't that be much by default?
"Do you want this?"
From above, just a few meters away, a light slowly descends. Like a spotlight, giving its moment to the biggest star... A blue stone, floating in the air, magical and tempting.
(Hey, Little Red Riding Hood! That's it! It's the Space Stone! One of the Goddess Stones!)
"Or this...?"
A second light appears in the darkness... Sturlu, whom you see walking without moving toward any place.
>Sturlu "Eh... Little Red Riding Hooooo! Uh... Magooo! Fairyyyy!" -exclaims, with a little hand by his mouth- "...Anyone...?"
Apparently he couldn't see you, only you could see him.
>??? "Sacrifice the companion you know the least... And get the stone to leave with the other two. Or save him... And abandon the stone to leave with your companions."
>make it look like he has red hair instead of pink/purple. Okay, but his original hair should be brown or blonde. So it's a brown-haired girl with pink hair spikes that are actually dyed red kek
>maybe make the temple/session/trial/etc sessions shorter? Perfect. I'll cut some stuff then, for now and for the other two. Thanks for saying that negrito, I was actually feeling the same kek
Speed it up! Speed it up! I'll keep that in mind now. I'm so sorry for the detour.
>>1678 Ohh heavens. Well, let's see. Problems in itself, none. But on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you care about using all three girls at the same time? Because I'm being honest, it's a pain. Normally I'd accept it without complaining, but I have too many anons to respond to keksito Still, if you're 100% decided to use all three, then I'll swallow my tears and try. I don't want to ruin your initial idea for my convenience even though I prefer it.
In the same way, if I accept that, only one can be Little Red Riding Hood.
>is it mandatory to rhyme and rap or can I just talk? It's not mandatory. It's a gimmick of the roleplay that's only consistent with the narrator. The characters only rhyme occasionally.
>>1680 >But on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you care about using the three sluts at the same time? Because I'm being honest, it bores me. Zero coma zero, king. That was the idea since they came out of the womb in cooperative mode. Setting up a witches party where each one covers the other's cognitive deficiencies. something like deltaraune actually kek >Same goes if I accept that, only one can be Little Red. If one has to be sent to the forest with a basket and zero hope, let it be Pon. I don't like Pon and I didn't even sit down to imagine her first beggar line, hopefully she rolls terrible dice and the wolf looks at her ugly. >The characters only rhyme occasionally. I make it clear upfront that I'm a terrible rhyming ass, it doesn't match with me, sorry if my poetic abortions come out kek
>>1681 >Cero coma cero, king. That was the idea since they came out of the womb in cooperative mode. Keksito but 0,0 would be like you care 0/10.
>Set up a witches party where each one covers the other's cognitive shortcomings. So that's your idea. Good.
>If one has to be sent into the woods with a basket and zero hope, let it be Pon. I don't like Pon In reality you should make Little Red Riding Hood your fav because she would be the protagonist and get all the good stuff from being the main character keksito
>By the way I'm a terrible rhyming, it doesn't match with me, sorry if my poetic abortions come out kek Keksito I repeat that it's not necessary for you to do it, but throwing in a rhyme now and then doesn't hurt.
One thing though, I'll only accept you with one condition: you must promise in super mega serious that you won't abandon. And if you lolmueres a ghost (man and ugly) it will lick your ass while you sleep for a week.
>>1682 >In reality you should make Little Red Riding Hood your fav because she would be the protagonist and get all the good stuff of being the main character keksito How does guts in berserk? :D >That said, I'll only accept you with one condition: you must promise in super mega serious that you won't abandon. L- I read it with the fandub voice of noelle kek Sworn and perjured, if lolmuero that irl gets me the aids and breaks me with a lightning bolt
>>1683 >>1684 >How does guts work in berserk? :D Cy something like that I guess kek I'd say with less chances of suffering but sure and no. Being Little Red comes with benefits and sacrifices.
>L- I read it with the fandub voice of noelle kek >Sworn and perjured Keksito. Well... Now put on this spiky ring kekdoble
You'll be inside then. I have a small idea of what I want to do, when I can I'll send you the turnito and you start. Just confirm me which of the three will be your Main (Caperucita) and we'll be ready. Any questions you have before starting I'll answer too.
>>1685 >Solo confirm me which of the three will be your Main (Caperucita) and we'll be ready. Let the all-knowing mememagia speak: 1-25: Jan 25-50: Ken 50-75: Pon 75-100: Jan, again, has more fanarts 1d100 = 90
>Any doubts you may have Can they profess faith in a ritualistic god?
I'm trying to practice drawing because it's the only way to improve kek maybe someday I can make decent things for the rolcitos I owe so much to.
For now things like this are the best I can do. But anyway... This is part of something bigger I'm planning.
Just a quick question anoncito: What is the canon clothing color of Dementia under the hat? Referring to the color Wapeach is represented as wearing purple or black, and then there's that edit I made where Dementia was wearing red.
What color does she actually use? It's for possible future drawings
>>1686 Regarding you anoncito, I already have something in mind. Sure thing the weekend I'll send you a turn.
>>1678 There once was, among the oldest trees of a dense forest, a village of witches and wizards hidden and secluded from the rest of the world.
Golems, wands, witches, fairies. Magic was the norm. And every year, to introduce children and teenagers to the world of magic, a festival was held...
To become a witch, to find a familiar. It's the time, it's the place.
Thus begins our story, the story of...
Little Red Riding Hood (and two others)
There once was, in a small house of that special village, a triple bed with three girls who complemented each other like ham, cheese and bread. One inhaled, another exhaled, and the third snored.
Nothing special, but even the greatest stories begin like this, in a bed.
It's time to get up when the sun shines and the cuckoo sings. Does Ken do it? Not much. Does Pon? Better the next girl. Let's make it short: today Jan is the one who matters most.
It was the day of the festival, the moment when a simple girl becomes a real witch. The ceremonial hood is on the coat rack, a red flower to wear on the chest still needs to be grabbed... But by the end of the day, it's your decision, since it's optional. They say that those who wear the red flower have more luck in their life as a witch... or something like that.
On the nightstand there was a basket that wasn't there yesterday. And a note that had been stuck on it said:
>Note "Jan, I know you're going to the festival today. Take this basket with sweets and bread to your grandmother's stall, she needs it. I'll see you at the ceremony, it's the biggest day of your story."
It's almost like a celebration of becoming a woman! Except instead of majority, you become a witch.
Wait, there was something else in the letter.
"Oh, and be careful of the wolf."
Well, it was time to start the day! Nothing can be done by staying in bed all day... You put on your ceremonial hood, take your basket of errands, and outside, to the festival and the errand!
Little Red and her sisters had to walk through the forest, a little far from the other houses, they built their own.
Life was as always lively. Ants climbing trees and birds singing, whether they were hawks or not. The most unexpected little animal is the one that approaches, a drowsy owl that stands on a branch that was nearby.
>owl yaaaawn "Are you going to the festival, or did I guess wrong?" - asks before leaning in, interested in Little Red - "I see the ceremonial clothes, but not the flower to go with it... Are you going without one?"
The owl proceeds to yawn.
"Sorry, at this time I usually doze off..." - apologizes, running his wings over his eyes as if to shake off a bit of sleep - "I just wanted to warn you that I saw a wolf passing by... be careful, it could hurt them..."
The wolf was around!, Was the ceremony worth so much to you?
Red thinks a few steps from the office. To be where? At home? In the world? In life?
(Will he know I did it...? No. No one can know I did it...)
She was very attentive, careful, and zero ambitious. She didn't steal much from the church donation box, just enough to buy new nails for her bat. She likes them smooth and fresh, not rusty. Rusty nails bend and ruin the wood, it's a mess.
While reflecting with her gaze fixed on her shoes, she hears a background noise. A little voice that the more it insisted, the clearer it became, until Red finally deigned to look at her, contemplating her with a firm, silent, and joyless expression, until Alicia utters a few words that force her to respond.
"We are not friends... And don't you dare touch me" With a quick movement of the back of her hand, she pushes Alicia's little fist away.
She moves towards the door, extends a palm, and pushes, entering the office first.
>>1691 Between old planks you dissociate. Sins? Chores? Reasons escape your imagination, and that girl's irritating chatter finally grabs your attention.
(Jovial, cheerful for no reason. That was Alice, sharing sweetness with expertise. But no matter how much she tried, Little Red Riding Hood only responded tiredly...)
>Alice Director Maria "Sit down."
She spoke without taking her eyes off whatever she was writing. Her voice was normal, calm, but always enough to scare children. Alice was proof, who fell silent, stammered, and obeyed.
>Alice "Ah, yes... Excuse me..."
You comply, or perhaps you don't. If you did, you'd end up in a simple wooden chair in front of the director's large oak wood desk. Tall and sturdy. On a slightly higher level than the floor, making you look small before it.
"..."
The silence stretched on. The only noise was the director's quill, as if it were the only thing permitted. Alice didn't dare to even cough.
>Director Maria "..."
After a few minutes, she looks up. Her eyes fall on Alice, who shivers slightly as they look at her with no apparent emotion.
No words are exchanged, and after a few empty seconds, the director's eyes go to you. Her nose wrinkles slightly as she looks at you, as if an unpleasant smell had reached her.
"A letter arrived this morning."
(Maria said, sliding an envelope with an elegant, intense red seal with two fingers.)
Alice looked at the letter with curiosity, enough to make her take her hand from her nose and open her mouth, unable to guess what it meant.
"It seems a known benefactor of high resources and... questionable tastes has decided to adopt you. Both of you."
(Alice gasped in joy)
>Alice "Really?!"
She straightens up in the seat where she had been cowering the whole time, but a simple look from the director makes her shrink back down.
"Sorry..." - she mumbled, lowering her head -
>Director Maria "Don't ask me why, I don't understand it either." - she says, ignoring the blonde, but confirming it was serious - "Mr. Barclay..." - the name escaped her lips with an almost mocking tone that contrasted with her otherwise uniform delivery - "Has handled all the paperwork. Documents, signatures. Everything in order... I want you out by 18:30 today."
>Alice "?" -she's surprised by the suddenness, but says nothing, looks at you with that surprised little face, trying to see what you thought-
>Director María "..." -her eyes lock onto you, seriously, then she looks at Alicia- "you, leave."
>Alicia "Huh?" -she doesn't understand, looks at her, looks at you... but doesn't have the courage to refuse or ask for reasons. She nods her head uncertainly and hops off her chair-
Alicia walks towards the door, looking back a couple of times.
"Uh... Bye... Thanks, Ms. Barrows... And Cece..."
She waves a little hand in your direction, María doesn't stop looking at you. The girl opens the door and looks at them one last time, peeking from behind it... Then she finally leaves.
>Director María "7 times..." -she says, it's not hard to imagine what she was referring to- "you should consider this a stroke of luck, kid..." -you could feel the aversion she had for you in every syllable spoken- "don't screw it up this time."
She folds the piece of paper she was writing on a couple of times before bringing it closer to you as well. You have to stand up to take it because the desk is a bit higher than the rest of the things in the room.
"Leave now, I'm busy. Don't waste more of my time."
You take the sheet she brought you and can leave... Not without a few last words once you touch the doorknob.
"I hope you're more useful there than you are here."
And so, you can leave. The thick door closes and blocks all sound behind you, you can breathe again in the hallway... But not calm down, as another annoyance is added.
>Alicia "Cece! O- Or... Roja...?" -she still can't decide- "What did she tell you?"
Whether you tell her or not, the parrot doesn't shut up.
"Did you hear that? We got adopted! They never adopted me before. You said we weren't friends, and now we're like adoptive sisters. That's... Funny, right?" -she lets out a little laugh- "or... Cool. It's cool, right?" -she tries to talk like the other kids today- "uh... I don't think I should have secrets if you're my sister! we have an hour and a half before we leave... uh... Wanna go to my room? there's something... that... I haven't shown anyone... A- and I think... I think if we live together I can show it to you now! it'll be fun. Just you and me... Alicia... And Cece... Can I call you Cece?" -she keeps asking- "the Barclay sisters hehe... Sounds funny, huh?"
Damn, she really talks a lot. Would you waste your time with her, or would you do it on your own?
“I'm not talking about crying that brings friends closer and helps them, Ribboncita—I mean crying in a bad way,” she explains with closed eyes and index finger raised, perfectly clear to herself about the distinction. What's confusing to everyone, though, is how the girl keeps pulling more powers out from the depths of her hood...
Not even Merlinus can comprehend it! And seeing that, a lightbulb flicks on above Dementia’s head.
“Oh…! Ugh! Ack!” Dementia hunches over, face twisted, clutching her heart as if containing intense pain. “I think… I think… Another power is coming! I-It's here!”
Her right hand grabs Sturlu, her left takes Ribbon’s tiny hands. Her breathing is strained and rapid, with deep inhales puffing her cheeks and forceful puffs blowing them out. After one final gasp, Dementia straightens her back, opens her eyes wide with sudden clarity, and exclaims:
“I have the ability…! The ability to be way better than the lady!”
She glances sideways at the magician.
“You have to accept it now, Merlinus. This is a power!” she adds, wiggling her fingers in his direction. Powers are like laws of the universe, right?
...
Might as well make some use of that boring paper found during the adventure. Who says you can't write on the back of a map or sacred scroll? Under Ribbon’s supervision, they jot down Dementia’s powers—and not just that:
“What if we keep a full record of everything? We need to preserve the adventure, every victory, every enemy defeated. We mustn't forget it all started with a wicked wolf who ate the sweets meant for my grandmother!”
Those steps, big and small, turned her into the chosen girl she is today. Example: Losing Goldilocks made her realize how important it is to pay attention to companions, so when Sturlu breaks into inconsolable sobs, Dementia goes to him, hugs him, and pats his back.
“There, there, don’t be a baby.”
...
There are still trials and secrets to unravel within that temple. “Better. I don’t wanna hit puberty yet, either—don’t want to bleed without a wound or have boys go crazy over me. Sounds horrible.”
She sticks out her tongue to express her disgust with the topic. The hooded girl remains a sweet, innocent young thing, blissfully distant from such biological details.
“What if we name it Sturlu’s Temple? We found Sturlu inside—it makes sense.” She nods, satisfied with her own idea. Ironic that she referred to the new member, because it would be his image that the temple would use to judge him in the darkness.
SLAM
“Merlinus!
SLAM
“Sturlu!” She shouts with Ribbon.
SLAM!
“R-Ribboooon!”
She shakes the axe, futilely trying to hit the invisible threat from the gloom.
“Give them back!” she growls, grinding her teeth and baring her fangs. “If you hurt them, I’ll cut you to pieces! I swear I will!” she threatens.
A light falls and illuminates a blue stone, and another lights up over a bewildered Sturlu. The judgment has only two answers. Dementia looks at one option, then the other. She clutches her head with both hands, closes her eyes tightly, and resumes her exasperated growls.
“I need that rock to save the world. Save the world. Save the world.” She repeats to herself, it’s not insignificant that a while ago they were talking about the importance of considering how and why they got where they are.
Dementia opens one eye, extends a trembling hand towards the rock, and…
‘’ZAP!’’
She bats it away with the axe.
“I don’t care if he hasn’t been with me long, and if he’s weird, and eyeless, and clueless!” She points the axe towards the uncertain origin of the voice. “Sturlu became a companion, and companions are never abandoned! So give them back, all of them, and don’t let a single hair on their heads be harmed… I’ll find a way to save the world, one way or another.”
...
>PAPER DEMENTIA qt. But is this foreshadowing that Dementia will wake up in a hospital without legs?
>trying to practice drawing because it's the only way to improve kek My best wishes, little nigga. If I had a digital tablet, I would try it too since it's a marvelous art. I highly recommend using drawing and anatomy manuals, I used them ages ago and they helped me a lot. There are also cartoon style manuals like Loomis's, but the recommendation everyone gives is to learn anatomy, lighting, and perspective, like learning the basics of the complicated so that simple design comes out naturally. Although it's also true that many artists learned on the fly, hitting walls and trying what worked best for them.
Lots of encouragement! Aim for Miura, try to draw something every day, but without breaking your wrists, kek.
>What color is she really? It's for possible future drawings She has that strange tight dress resembling latex, a purple that looks black depending on the light.
>>1692 I forgot to put the areas of the orphanage you can access now. >yard (you can go outside from here) >bedrooms -your room -Alicia's room >Maria's office >bathroom >garden There's also a dining room, kitchen, attic and that stuff. If Cece doesn't have any interest in doing anything special it can be timeskipped and that's it kek
Although the schedule indicates that everyone has dinner at 18:00! If she wants to participate in the last dinner together.
>>1693 >But is this a foreshadowing of Dementia waking up in a hospital without legs? Yes Kek seriously, no. It's just that I made the drawing on a cardboard texture and that texture wasn't big enough to draw her legs. My mistake although it doesn't affect what I plan, I think it looks good. You'll see!
>My greatest wishes, negrin Thank you negrito!
>If I had a digital tablet I would also try it since it's a wonderful art It is, I admire the drawers a lot. I also don't have a graphic tablet, but I plan to buy one next year when I'll be more free and can enroll in an art school as I so want kek Now I have to draw with my thumb on my phone... ayy
>I recommend(...) Ayy well, yes, I should. For now between working, studying, vidyas and roleo I find little time to sit down and read, but I know I need that. But I'll do it little by little, and yes, as you say that's the basics but for now I barely draw better than a primary school kid, my little dolls in paint don't need much technique.
Little by little, little by little.
>Much encouragement! Aim for Miura, try to do a drawing every day although without breaking your wrists, kek. Keksito, do you know what? I'll try. I'll try to do a little drawing every day... Starting tomorrow because today impossible kek Let's see what comes out... >Miura Ayy I don't see myself. With drawing something at the level of these pics is enough. Pic 1 is the objective, pic 2 is a dream kek
>It has that strange tight dress similar to latex, a purple that seems black depending on the light. Perfect. Noted for the future Red Riding Hood comic I'll make kek
I'm handing over this week. And I'll put it up the weekend sure I'll finally respond
>>1694 I'm not dead, negrin. It's just that I got an interview with a Japanese multinational and I had to go through 99 interviews and Rorschach tests and the man under the rain and ahhhhh
>>1693 Happiness, sadness! There are several ways to cry—you're referring to the one that's bad.
>Ribbon Merlinus "They don't seem that important to me." (The emotionless mage replied)
>Ribbon "Oh, Merlinus... You miss so many things by not being able to feel..."
>Merlinus "I'm not interested in those things, only in the young miss."
(With just a dismissive "hm," Ribbon lets it go. Merlinus not understanding is exactly what Ribbon sees. If he's never had feelings, it's hard to expect him to understand them now!)
>Ribbon "...What do you think, Sturlu? About feelings."
>Sturlu "Huh? About feelings? Aaaah I dunnooo! That's way too hard a question for me..." -scratches his head with one finger, unable to form an opinion-
Feelings are hard to grasp for some of your companions, but you've got powers in spades! In the confusion, the mage confronts you, demanding to know the limits of your abilities... To which you respond with a convincing performance.
(With "owches" and "owws," Little Red writhed! No wonder the whole team quickly grew concerned.)
>Ribbon "D-Dementia!"
>Sturlu "AAH, SHE'S DYING, THE FALL JUST NOW TOOK EFFECT AND IT'S MY FAULT!"
>Ribbon "EH?!" -gets scared-
>Merlinus "...Are you dying?" -wants to confirm-
>Ribbon "N-no one's gonna die!" -exclaims, waving little arms-
Sturlu "Huh? Can I—AAAAHHH" -you squeeze his hand tightly-
>Merlinus "It makes no sense..." -sounding annoyed-
>Ribbon "Yes, Dementia, yes!"
(Puffed and puffed, twisted and writhed. But after a few minutes of agonized acting, Little Red cried out!)
Merlinus "..." -his little eyes narrow into yellow crescent moons of irritation- "It's not true." >:|
>Sturlu "My little hand..." -oblivious to the conversation-
>Ribbon Merlinus "Merlinus..." -she says-
>Merlinus "What" -still wearing that annoyed face-
>Ribbon She points at him with her tiny finger.
"...Are you angry?"
>Merlinus "Angry...?"
A... tiny flicker of emotion. Ribbon nods her head and confirms with a yes.
"I don't know..."
...
Take notes. Note powers, note what you're buying at the supermarket, and of course, note everything you've been through.
>Ribbon Merlinus "A record..."
>Sturlu "What if?" -just wanted to join in, earns a brief, odd look from Ribbon-
>Merlinus Sturlu "Every taco eaten!"
>Ribbon "Every friend made!"
>Sturlu Ribbon "Did he steal sweets from you too?" -she doesn't remember that part- "How awful..." -frowns for a moment... that wolf's really hurt Ribbon- "Well... I wouldn't mind writing it all down, Dementia... but we need a pen."
A key item is missing! You could've just taken one from Merlinus's study or something. Anyway, time for another trial at the Temple of Puberty!
(It's NOT puberty!)
Sturlu "Will the boys go crazy when they see you?" >Merlinus "Some being the lady once mentioned. There are entities that some cannot see without going mad. And it's worse the more knowledge you possess."
>Ribbon "Eep! I hope that's not another one of Dementia's powers..."
>Sturlu "Me too! I wouldn't like to go crazy..."
Your other two companions look at him. Probably he'd be fine, considering what Merlinus just said.
(Jaja hey Little Red, if Goldilocks were here, she'd remind you there's already a little mad prince who's into you!)
Sure... your self-proclaimed rival. Not a very threatening enemy, but she exists.
Ribbon "Eh... I don't know, Dementia. I don't think we can... or should name a god's temple. It... it feels wrong."
>Merlinus "...we found it outside." —more precisely, standing at the entrance unable to open the doors due to their tiny brains—
(Amid mundane chatter, the human team proceeded to the second trial.)
(Darkness is fireproof, flames don't even make it budge.)
(And then, out of nowhere! When confusion reigned... the commotion was caused! Everyone, one after another, disappearing. Darkness crushed them! Separated them! Voices of one or another could no longer be heard.)
(Just like that, Little Red... Alone she was. No matter where her axe struck! Help did not arrive.)
??? "Why did you decide to do that?"
Sturlu "Ah!" —jumps as everything suddenly lights up—
>Ribbon "Bububu- Uh...?" —trembling with glassy eyes— "DEMENTIA!" —she exclaims and flies over to you— "What happened?! Everyone disappeared and- and- I stayed still because- because that's best when you're lost..."
>??? "You have surpassed the trial..."
>Merlinus "Hm" —stands up and rejoins you—
>Sturlu "Oh?" —looks surprised— "Really? That was easy!"
If only he knew... Ribbon smiles.
>Ribbon "Dementia... did you do it all by yourself?"
>Sturlu "Huh? She told her? I thought it was me."
Again, looking around, it's almost funny how small the place was to get lost in. The only things present were the door... and a chest in the middle of the room.
You lift the lid and dive headfirst into rummaging through its interior... soon yanking the contents from the depths of the box and hoisting them over your head!
>YOU FOUND KEY HALF 2! >key half 2: the other half of a key leading to the boss door. >Key Half 2 has been added to Key Items.
>Sturlu "THE KEY!"
>Merlinus "Half of a key."
>Ribbon "I-it's the piece we were missing, Dementia! Now you just need to go to your Key Items and combine the two halves to make a complete key!"
With the key half in hand, the door finally opens, allowing you to return to the temple's center.
>>1693 The lock of the big door waits for your key. The metal looks so dense... Someone really wanted to keep people out, or whatever was inside.
>Ribbon "B-bueno... Let's see what's inside, Dementia."
You introduce the key, turn it, the mechanism makes a satisfying click. The golden chains, as dense as tense, loosen and fall jingling, ending with a sharp click of the golden lock.
>Sturlu "¡AH!" -the lock scares him-
>Ribbon "¡EEK!" -Sturlu scared her- "¡¿Why are you screaming?!"
>Sturlu "I got scared."
>Ribbon Exhales
(The team faced the door, which soon, on its own, was opened...)
(Caperucita then entered the boss's room, and found a huge room to contain a huge monster)
(Standing, four legs, four heads. Ribbon stiffened, it was...)
"¡U-UNA HIDRA!"
(...yes, one of those.)
The monster rises before you, impressive as nothing you've ever seen before. Heads high as masts that almost touch the ceiling of the temple, a robust body of muscles thicker than the columns that support the place, claws and teeth so sharp they seem like they'd cut you just by looking at them.
Before the beast, they were tiny. You reached up to its ankle, its heads twist like snakes, and, upon realizing you...
>Hidra "¡ROOAAAAAAAR!"
Three heads growl in unison, it's a noise so loud it makes the whole place vibrate, Ribbon, Merlinus and Sturlu are thrown back. Even your feet slide a bit on the floor, threatening to detach and fly. The screams of your companions are drowned out by the violent roar, which you feel in your bones.
>>1695 Sure... Just be honest, say you don't like me! Bwaaa kek. Good luck then, dude. I swear I thought you'd quit because I gave your characters a granny thinking "he didn't even pay attention to the sheet" when the joke was supposed to be that she was a goat too
>>1692 >Cece After the initial slap, she's more than capable of enduring that saturated atmosphere for as long as the scolding demands... And yet, she soon rubs her nose and frowns. The message is clear: "Your place stinks." Sometimes she likes doing that, hurting without punches or words, just gestures. She discovered that sometimes all it takes is staring at a kid to make them cry... It's not that she likes abusing, but she prefers to be alone.
(Friends are annoying. Who needs them...? I don't)
More than sitting, she sprawls in the chair with her legs open. As always with the director (or "Blood Maria" as Cece disrespectfully insists on calling her), there are constant and subtle grudges... This time, Cese pulls a tasteless piece of gum from behind her ear and takes it to her mouth. She chews hard and clearly, as if the air were leaving her and that were her only way of breathing, opening her mouth wide, fighting against the silence the woman tries to impose.
Unlike Alicia, Cece keeps eye contact without blinking. Of course, Maria can slap her until her face is bruised, she's an adult, they possess that strange power. But Cece well knows that bruises heal.
She raises an eyebrow upon hearing the news: No joy or surprise, just a slight irritation that translates into a murmur.
"Another one..."
She leans back in the chair and watches the ceiling, swaying with her arms dangling at her sides. Alicia is sent out, Cece doesn't look at her. When she's alone with Maria, she runs her hands over her face, sighs and gets off the chair. She was about to grab the paper and leave, until Maria lists the opportunities she lost.
She plants her hand on the desk and pushes herself up. The next instant, Maria discovers Cece's dusty shoes on her work desk. With her hands on her hips and satisfied with this new height that balances them, Red leans toward the woman and glares at her with narrowed eyes.
"Why are you still here?" She asks with contained aggression. "You hate kids. Why the hell are you still here?" She spreads her arms to the sides, waiting for an explanation.
Answer or not, Cece jumps down and heads toward the door.
"See you next week, Blood"
She lets out a fatalistic remark without looking back and closes. Already in the hallway, she exhales the air she had been holding in, crouches down and grabs her face between both hands.
"Again"
She doesn't want to go through that again, she doesn't want to get desperate, or disappointed, or have false hopes. Everything always goes wrong. That's the law of her life.
"Damn it"
She straightens up and pushes her hair back. The look she lingers on Alicia is sly and dark, the look of someone who takes the news with many reservations. She waits for Alicia to get tired of talking, but that never happens.
"Red, only Red" She answers slowly and severely.
Cece heads toward the yard or toward the entrance of the orphanage, where she can find one of the older kids. Those who leave because they have work, or because they have nothing else to do, and are very close to crossing that threshold of age where they are expelled.
If Alicia insists on following her and asking what she wants, Cece would answer with a dry word: Information.
Cece looks for someone to ask who that man Barclay is. But first she goes to her room to grab Napoleon. That's the name of her bat.
>>1700 The dust penetrates your nasal passages, each breath is a test of suffocating antiquity that has already become routine for the director. You are no different, the disgust would be just welcome if it weren't your intention to annoy her.
Act of rebellion? Simple malice? Regardless of what it is, it doesn't work today. María's eyes are fixed on the sheet on which she writes. Even when she addresses you, her voice goes toward the desk.
An order for both of you. The order that imposes from fear manifests in Alicia and her uncertain steps. Fearful of making a mistake in the presence of the director...
'María bloody'... That's what you called her. Everything she did, every movement she made seemed to be done with the intention of maintaining the fear the children have toward her. Even when she did nothing, as now...
But still, you don't let yourself be affected. You sit in an inappropriate way, you rebel against the heavy silence, seeking any reaction. Observing the detail, you notice her grip on the pen strengthens, her strokes become louder and more abrupt. Alicia trembles, and with her hands she makes gestures to lower the volume.
>Alicia "Cece... please don't do that..." -she begs with all the urgency her strong whisper can transmit-
When she finally deigns to look at them, they receive a peculiar, but not novel, news. You don't share Alicia's joy or surprise. For you it's just...
María "¡I WILL NOT TOLERATE THIS, YOU GET DOWN RIGHT NOW!"
She looks at you directly, as if trying to hurt you with just her eyes. Behind her, the candle casts a huge shadow that wants to fall on you like a wave... With real courage or not, you stand up to those glaring eyes and spit out the accusatory words you can no longer contain.
Alicia "Are you... okay?" -she leans to one side to try to find your face. It sounds concerned-
What a burden. You stand up and choose to keep your distance. Stoic before the chatter, your serious gaze makes Alicia gradually lose strength in her speech... As if your eyes were weakening her, but still she wants to keep trying.
Napoleón has been added to your inventory
You take it without more. Perhaps the courtyard is a good place to start asking. You go down the stairs and exit through the main door. Outside, the children are playing, running. You see them playing hide and seek among the playground equipment: one is Lily, the youngest girl, crouched behind a climbing net, believing that to be a functional hiding spot. Another behind the dollhouse, Joseph, the child object of the jokes about poverty. The others must have hidden quite well, and the one searching is Cody, the gay. That's a big part of his personality.
They are all younger than you, Joseph and Cody are 10, Lily is about 4 years old.
>Cody "¡They better not have hidden too far! I don't have a good vis-" -he finds Lily instantly, ignores her because she's found first, she's crying, looks at the dollhouse, sees Joseph and walks toward him- "¡Joseph, that's the stupidest hiding spot-!"
>>1700 Enough of those two. Further ahead, out on the street, you see kids running around full of energy, playing tag. A little black-haired girl is chasing a taller boy—those are Molly, the liar, and Zack, the athlete. Also playing are Amélie, the little diva—you don’t like her—and Elena, the ventriloquist!
Milo and Amélie are your age. Molly is one year younger, and Elena is one of the oldest girls, at 15—older than Alicia (14) by a few months.
>Amélie "Bleeeh!" –she sticks her tongue out at you and wiggles her fingers by her ears in mockery as she runs past–
If you head over to the vacant lot across the street, right opposite the orphanage—a place that's been up for sale for years—you'll find the last three kids from the yard. Two older boys: Chowder, the gluttonous kid, a fat one. 16 years old, meaning he's among those forced to work. He's about to fight another boy his age named Lee, much smaller and more delicate, almost feminine. He's got bruises in several places; an easy target at school. It's no surprise—you feel like even you could beat him up despite the age difference.
>Lee "E-e-estoy..."
Chowder runs at him before he can finish stammering, grabs his small body, and slams him to the ground effortlessly. Lee screams in shock and tries to break free, but it's no use.
"A-ah!"
>Chowder "1, 2, 3!"
He leaps back up to his feet.
"Jajajaaa! You're out!"
>Lee "N-n-no fair! I wasn't ready... A-ayy... It hurt..."
>Chowder "Expect the unexpected! You gotta get tougher if you wanna stop getting picked on at school."
>Lee "Ayy..."
You almost don't notice her, but there's also a girl sitting there. She's drawing—you recognize her. Marcy. She's one of the older ones too, though you don't know exactly how old. She doesn't talk much... she likes to draw. That's all you know.
Anyway, you came here with a purpose. You approach the two older boys. Chowder turns to face you. Lee looks up at you from the ground.
>Chowder "Ah, Red. What's up? Wanna fight?"
>Lee D-don't... tell him to..." –he suggests– You ask the question. Keywords: Barclay, millionaire.
>Chowder "Huh? Barclay? Sounds familiar... Why're you asking?"
>Lee "Isn't he... from that company...?"
>Chowder "Oh yeah... Yeah, I think so. I never forget a food brand."
Before you can dig deeper, you hear someone skid to a stop nearby, peeking over to see what's going on.
>Molly "Barclay? Mr. Barclay?"
The lying girl asks, hopping closer, followed by Amélie, your rival, who struts up like a cat with her little hands on her hips.
>Chowder "Hey, Molly! Yeah, Roja was just asking about him..."
>Molly "I know him! I saw him once at school!"
>Chowder "No way?!"
>Molly "Yeah... A tall man, like 3 meters high"—she raises her hand to show his height—"wearing a big hat and super expensive clothes. They told us he eats kids who go to his house and turns them into food. It's true! He took one of us and bit my leg, that's why it looks like this."—she points at her knee, showing a small scrape—
>Chowder "..."
>Lee "Uh... okay..."
>Amélie "Pff bu-hahaha~"—she has a weird laugh—"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard!"
>Molly "It's true! I saw him!"
>Amélie "Alright you two idiots, why were you even talking about that?"—she crosses her arms, acting smug like she's the expert—
>Lee "I-I'm not an idiot..."—says it so low it's almost inaudible—
>Chowder "Ah, Roja was asking us."
>Amélie "Ohh~ Roja?"—Lee, Molly, and Chowder all nod—"And whoeee is that?"—slowly turns her head in your direction—"Ohh Cecilia, didn't see you there."—she totally did, the other three exchange uneasy glances—"You're the so-called Roja? Ah, sorry... It's just not the nickname I'd give you... Hmm... About Barclay? Bohohoo... Why do you wanna know about him? He's not exactly a manufacturer of..."—her eyes drop down to your feet, then crawl back up your body, judging you before she makes a mock-innocent face—"whatever it is a tomboy like you would wanna buy..."
>>1696 >>1697 >>1694 >Dementia Ribbon defends all kinds of crying. Dementia squints her eyes and gives her a suspicious look.
"Ah, right...? What if I do this?!"
She takes advantage of the fairy being close by, and with finger-like hands, she tickles her, on the belly, the feet, the armpits.
"Merlinus: I don't think they're that important to me."
"Ah, right...? Let's see how you respond to this, insensitive sir!"
The witch's fingers launch themselves upon her second victim, the mage. Since Merlinus is the most rebellious of the group, Dementia uses her superior size and weight to mount and throw him to the ground. She even takes off his hat and puts it on her crown... Hmm... Why is Dementia wearing a crown...? Mystery.
"Sturlu: It's a very difficult question for-"
"Ah, right...?" Sturlu doesn't get to finish the sentence and is the next to fall. After that, there's only inventing her powers to continue with the adventure.
"(Narrator: I think that doesn't work like that, Little Red.)"
(Ah, right?)
She closes her eyes and visualizes an imaginary version of herself mercilessly assaulting a bald, faceless man. She bites him, pulls his clothes... Those aren't tickles, it's abuse.
But in the background, a sense of unease is brewing, and it's that Merlinus isn't liking the witch's games. Ribbon, being the most empathetic, is the first to notice the mage's annoyance. Dementia gasps, opens her mouth wide, and points at Merlinus.
"Wait... That means I was right, you can feel things, Merlinus!"
But how to prove it 100% that it's annoyance? Dementia furrows her brow and places a hand under her chin, obvious thinking moment. With a snap of her fingers and a particular gleam in her eyes, Dementia gets her eureka.
"Easy. Just make the feeling grow and find out what Merlinus wants to do! Do you want to laugh...? Or do you want to scream? Having feelings isn't bad at all!"
Dementia starts jumping around the mage, repeating his name, sticking out her tongue, pointing with her buttocks, and giving loud slaps. The hydra at the back of the dungeon surely can hear her antics.
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>You'll see. I believe you.
>and I'll be able to get into an art school as I've always wanted It's always a pleasure to pursue what one loves.
>Pic 1 is the objective, pic 2 is the dream They aren't that far from what memories Ib has a very simple, effective style. Plus, now, with the rise of AI and the well-made Chinese dolls that are indistinguishable from one another, it's much appreciated to draw with a unique style. Look at Black Souls, their style is "ugly" but cute. Or that comic of the elf and the human, it's very charismatic.
Also, moment of insecurity from the anon. Is Dementia not coming off as hateful, or is she? I'm trying to balance it as best as I can.
>>116466 >I didn't know about the comics Neither did I, I had the same reaction a while back on /ac/ of the 4th and they told me there.
>I said it more as a 4hojas meme... Which, speaking of that, apparently died... Ayy yeah I took too long to reply to this... but well, yeah it was crazy when it happened. I remember I was scrolling /v/, I felt like asking a Metal Gear question and suddenly I couldn't post anymore. I wouldn't have imagined it would be something of that magnitude.
>I still think it'll come back any moment. You predicted it
>we know that a chan change means leaving a lot behind with no possibility of recovering it. Ayy it's true ;_; So much lost media... Although we wouldn't have lost much if hispafiles hadn't also stretched its leg and many files got lost kek
>Jane Eyre and Huckleberry Finn I completely understand the feeling you had with that book. I've had to feel it too, sometimes things just arrive at the right moment for one. And even if they're not exceptional, they become something special. Outside of that, I didn't start it, and I left Huckleberry Finn halfway. It wasn't too interesting and apparently it's a sequel, I paused it and then lost my little book collection when I changed phones kek
I should download them again... "Its mouth tasted like wormwood" was cool by the way, the character characterization is very good, it really makes you feel like that duo is the worst of humanity.
>Well I'm a bit disillusioned, keksito. But it's my fault, I think I played it too much by insisting on finding all the amulets and upgrades
Ah well, that explains it. Everyone plays how they want, but going for everything during the first playthrough seems too heavy to me. Besides that's a recurring complaint of HK, that you can't have much idea of where to get certain things and all you're left with is walking and walking and it gets tedious.
>Grimm Same kek
>the final boss. Which one are you referring to?
>Urban Myth Dissolution Center Uh...
>The Messenger Uhhh... kek it doesn't ring a bell
>the Omori… Finally something I know, even if just by name.
>All great games, by the way.
I might check them out; right now I'm trying to P-rank every Pizza Tower. I love that game.
>Telita with Omori… I can't get it out of my head. If it syncs with you, it crushes your heart like few others do. Seems you like it; I only knew it because Mari always shows up in Queen of /v/ and because there was a little controversy that its plushies have removable underwear even Cece
>For some reason it made me think of The Last of Us 2 puaaj sorry, what were we saying?
>that tries its best with all its millions to provoke the same pain while Omori makes it look so easy...
I like pain. And yes, that's a recurring thing with TLoU; not to mention, with something I'm more familiar with, LISA tells a similar story but with fewer resources and is much better at conveying sensations.
>But no, with Omori they did a lot with little.
I like that. And the little RPG Maker games...
>That said, I'd never recommend it to someone too sensitive.
Keksito, I do consider myself somewhat sensitive, but I like exposing myself to things that can use that. I enjoy it, and honestly with videos I find it hard to cry. In fact, I think I only did it with the ending of Metal Gear Solid 4 (having played everything in chronological order, and I started the third one as a teen)
>I didn't look it up, but I imagine there are several conclusions since it's obvious there are many parts where you can screw up if you don't take it seriously… I understand that yes. No idea how many endings there are either, but I know there's more than 1.
>Half curiosity-half minor spoiler Hmm... Ok I'll read it.
>that's what it seems like with the whale and the witches… Huh?
>Or rather, would it be Sunny's fetish? By assumption since you mentioned whale I guess it's vore so yes, the creator's (canon) fetish is shotacon from what I understand kek >Of Yume Nikki's children (Off, Lisa, etc.) I think it's the best or most well-rounded so far.
Hmm.. Ok, I'll judge that! I hold The Painful in very high regard, but I already downloaded Omori for you. As soon as I have time I'll start it and give you my opinions.
>Yeah, until I found out you had to defeat the Dream Zote 4 times to progress with his story. Kek, yeah, it's not worth it.
ESQUIZOMANYT (72 subs) "I FOUND AN ARTIST WHO IS PASSING AS ANOTHER PERSON" (1:05:32 min) keksito
>It's almost like Doom trying to keep doing anime reviews like nothing ever happened.
Only that yes, that does happen, right? kek
>I have it saved on my PC for some day, when I gather the courage… Ugh, I hope it happens because it's seriously a very good game, I loved it. It's a game that feels like it overflows with love everywhere, starting with the little trick they did of filling it with fog that turned out so well, the level design so genius... And how beautiful it looks. The game's art direction is top, the enemy designs are grand, the lighting is perfect, camera angles that give you weird sensations...
Normally I don't care, but the graphics are quality, Masahiro Ito did a top-tier job on the textures. From what I read he's very good at understanding rust and stuff like that because he likes tiny mechas like pic related (it's not his artwork, but it's a pic he likes I think)
I don't care about the debate of whether games are art or not, but SH1 is one of the arguments in favor of yes for me.
>Silent Hill 2 has a very funny part when you take the sword off Pyramid Head and he has to chase you with a stick.
Kek it was a spear okeey
Honestly I don't know if I share that the 1 is scarier than the 2, but your argument is impossible to debate kek I just find it hard to compare them I guess. I love both equally.
>If you're seasoned in classic Western RPGs with isometric view
Well... no. I guess Vampire... When I have a computer again. >The games from that studio were very broken.
Bethesda, no!
Ah sorry, that's just the habit kek
>I went crazy when at the end I'm anti-spoilers but this reveals nothing so zero problems kek
>they added Spanish narration
What?, So was that the only dialogue moment in the game and they added several languages?
>Yes, and I feel that what the author denounces is like how the atmosphere and lack of opportunities can destroy that potential that exists in poor areas of third-world countries. True. Zezé never had a chance... kek It's sad.
>It reminded me of a song, the one from "Somewhere"
I haven't listened to it, I'll check it later.
>especially when in many of our countries poverty is romanticized...
True, not only that, but sometimes even crime. Here in Arjensimia the upper-middle class seem unable to get excited seeing a new series of black thieves from the slums being subhuman. There are several such series here, they are shit kek.
>Generally hand in hand with people who haven't experienced or never experienced what it's like...
Yeah, I don't know why that always happens. "Poverty porn" sells. I think from those things I've only enjoyed "Slumdog Millionaire", it must have some merit because I liked it and I hate Indians.
>I think it's people who want poor people to stay exactly the same forever.
>I feel the scariest part is the apartment complex.
Ugh yeah. Gives the creeps. Especially the penthouse and that. But maybe for me it was the sewers? I couldn't say either.
>the other scenarios didn't seem so heavy to me
I got scared even in the first one when Michael suddenly appeared from the side the first time. I wasn't prepared and it made me jump kek
>the kindergarten.
What part was that? I played it a long time ago and I kind of forgot.
>Whoever made the anime frames knew what they were doing. kek
>>1703 This is the separate post I'll use to talk about Dementia as you asked kek.
>What's your opinion on Dementia so far, negro? >Also, moment of insecurity from the anon. Is Dementia not coming off as annoying to you, or is she? I'm trying to balance her as best as I can. I'm sorry for taking so long to respond to this kek Well, I always start these opinion posts by saying that I'm not a critic. At most, I'm a fan who can say something more or less.
Starting with the second question, does Dementia seem annoying to me? Well, no, first of all I think it would be difficult for a roleplay character to really bother me. I don't think it's happened yet and Dementia won't be the first, I think kek
Now to say more general things that also connect with the above.
What do I think? I like her. I think it would be hard to roleplay a year with her as a character and not like her. I've grown attached to her, she's far from the love and peace heroines expected for this role. That's not bad, I would say the opposite, although I'm not one of those who say that goodness is out of fashion, seeing Dementia interact with the roleplay world seems entertaining, really makes me want to see how she reacts to certain situations I plan for the future.
Still, that's a somewhat superficial view of the character. Dementia changes, maybe a little but it's noticeable, maybe she struggles, but sometimes people are like that. Changing is hard. It's nice to see her evolution, from threatening to kill Ribbon for existing to risking it for the well-being of a new friend. From analyzing Gren and Red to seeking more peaceful solutions despite the insistence of the blue prince.
It's a progression that, I don't know, feels right for the heroine's adventure, and although her soul is always that of a warrior, that's also fine.
What about her annoying attitudes? They're part of her, going from being a mischievous and somewhat abusive child to a sugar cube in an instant would be strange. I find it amusing. It allows for a variety of reactions too, and as I said, I wanted this to be a very character/interaction-heavy role. Some live with Dementia's attitudes, others can't ajem Little Red ajem
In short, I like roleplaying with you, negro, if you want to change Dementia's attitudes, go ahead, but from my side there are no problems. I think it fits well with the idea of exploring interactions keksito
I just hope you're also enjoying the roleplay and that. I trust that you'll tell me if I'm falling short, I don't want to give you a poor experience.
And if at any point you need to take a break from a cute one or another, I don't see a problem with you responding twice or more in a row to the story of one of the two until you want to pick up the other. No problemo.
>>1703 >>1698 >Dementia "Fue un pelín confuso" She lightly taps her temple with her knuckles. "But no one can deny that there were sweets in my basket and then there weren't!"
A pen... Maybe they can get one in the goblin village. But first, they have to get out of the temple, a challenge much simpler than unraveling the mysteries of puberty, a topic of conversation that makes Dementia clench her mouth and avert her gaze, uncomfortable.
(Tsk! C-Close your mouth! He's not crazy about me. He hates me! And I hate him too!)
She responds by puffing out her cheeks, but she knows that at least from her side, the hatred is a lie and the little boy attracts her a lot. The prince is... pleasant to look at and she would like to touch him, but wanting that frustrates her, causing her to also want to hit him a little. In conclusion: Mixed feelings.
...
If for some things the capuchon hesitates, for others she is firm as an ancestral monolith. Among the shadows, she chooses her companions above the magic stone. It seems that exactly that was what the presence was waiting for... The room clears. Dementia stands with her back straight, rests the axe belly-down like a walking stick, and blows vapor from her nose, exhaling her anger and calming down. Her friends are safe! Did she do it all alone...?
"You helped me without knowing" She replies, closing her eyes as if showing much dignity and composure, without going into details to not be too sentimental. The attention soon travels towards the chest, where they find the other half of the key. Dementia follows the tutorial, grabs the two parts, spits on the broken tip of one half, and then joins them using the saliva of the chosen girl as glue. Ultra-viscous and special!
With the key ready, they open the final door. The golden chains retract, and Dementia tells the group to stay behind her when entering. She advances with the axe ready when...
"¡...!"
A head.
"¡That's...!"
Two heads.
"¡I can't believe it...!"
Three heads. Dementia's pupils dilate, her hands tremble from a growing emotion she can't control. Even her teeth chatter.
"It's a..."
Four heads. The trembling stops almost instantly, as if someone had pressed a button on her. The creature roars, causing screams to her friends and making Dementia's cap flutter. The girl's mouth becomes a straight line, her eyes narrowed.
"Bah, it's just a hydra... I thought it was a dragon!" She shouts without hiding her disappointment. "Hydras are like bad dragons!"
Perhaps if they hadn't fantasized about encountering a dragon, their reaction would have been different. But this is like wanting a unicorn and finding a horse, somewhat fulfilling, but not the same. In any case, the plan continues, Dementia feels in her chosen soul that she has to defeat this monster to claim victory.
However...
They start talking.
Dementia makes a weird face. It's a face she doesn't usually make. Only when something... Doesn't happen as she expects it to. She bets Ribbon can already detect her weird face on the first attempt.
"Why do monsters have to talk? This would be simpler if they roared like brutes!" She mutters, stomping her feet. Now Ribbon realizes they can communicate, which means she at least has to try... Act. She takes a deep breath and tells the group again to stay behind, then approaches.
She looks at the first head with one eye more open than the other, annoyed. She looks at the second, raises her open hand. She looks at the third, shrugs her shoulders. She looks at the fourth, arching an eyebrow.
"Alright... Get together... Are you good or bad? You can't be four different things at the same time. Who is the leader of the four?"
>>1703 >>1706 Do not open the spoiler image yet Tears are like diamonds, and Ribbon values them properly. But you disagree! You were going to show the fairy what happens when you go against a dogmatist.
>Ribbon Sturlu "Hahaha" -she catches the laughter, though of course, less intense- "Is it okay?"
>Merlinus "Yes."
>Sturlu "HA!" -points at Ribbon-
>Ribbon "HAHAHA... Ah-" -stops her laughter suddenly, her little face turns into one of embarrassed surprise- "oh..." -turns red- "...me mié."
(...oh...)
>Sturlu "...HAHAHA" -points at her with a finger-
>Ribbon "Ayy..." -covers her face with both hands and hides from shame-
>Merlinus "What?" -he doesn't pee-
Fortunately Ribbon is wearing a diaper... although she should change it soon because otherwise she would get in a bad mood!
Embarrassed, she sits back up. Now that a bad moment for Ribbon wasn't enough, it was Merlinus's turn, who had a diametrically opposite view to Ribbon regarding feelings.
>Merlinus Ribbon "Eh... This doesn't seem right..."
>Sturlu "HAHAHA, LOOK THE MAGICIAN CAN'T ESCAPE!"
You begin your assault, your fingers, powerful, ripple swiftly like lightning continuously striking the ground... which is Merlinus's fragile little body.
>Merlinus "Don't touch me!"
He twists, but not from laughter. Whether his somewhat thick clothes or his peculiar body, they didn't seem to be having any effect. But that wouldn't make you give up.
>Sturlu "HAHAHA, THEY'RE TOUCHING HIM!"
>Ribbon "Hehe... Well... Maybe it's a little funny..."
>Merlinus "Rghh"
You hear him struggle to free himself from your grip, thrashing, but he can't. And your tickles have no effect!
you can open the image now kek Your head... As expected, it was made of the same material as his body, that black magical substance... but... it's pointy. Like it was meant to fill the hat he was wearing.
...ok, two unfortunate events in a row is a bad sign, but that wouldn't stop you.
You still had a companion to attack without reason! Sturlu can't even give an opinion before being thrown to the floor by you and punished.
>Sturlu "Ah!"
>Ribbon "D-Dementia! A-a him too?!"
>Sturlu "Haha it's my turn- AJAJAJAJA!"
You start tickling him. His body is strange, feels especially cold, and when your fingers tap his sides... it's almost like touching a hollow log. Aside from that, he reacts normally, laughing and writhing. Ribbon sighs, Merlinus moves some distance away from you, already suspicious.
Suddenly, he starts making incomprehensible noises. Ribbon seems especially affected, covering her ears and suffering. Merlinus too, just without making pain noises. Strangely, you aren't affected at all, and seeing his body have unnatural spasms, his skin stretching and contracting, along with every part of his clothing. You hear his bones crunching, like they're rearranging... but that's all. He stays like that until you let go and he's left panting.
>Sturlu "Ah. It's only funny when it happens to someone else!"
>Ribbon "Au... Au... My... My head..."
>Merlinus "What... kind of witchcraft was that...?
(Sorry for seeing you without your permission) kek
Merlinus Ribbon "E-even he has a point, Dementia... Dark mages are just like servants... They shouldn't have feelings..."
But he did look annoyed... There must be a way to verify this info! Ribbon doesn't think it's necessary, but you think... and think hard.
(Little Red Riding Hood thought and thought. The feeling mage could show... But how were they going to prove it?)
(Well of course, just annoy him!)
(Wait... That's not right!) >Ribbon Merlinus Ribbon "U-uhm... This isn't working, Dementia..."
You show them your ass. Merlinus doesn't flinch, Ribbon blinks in confusion, and Sturlu tilts his head, utterly thrown off.
(Why the hell is this happening?!)
PAMPAM
Your ass echoes through the sacred temple with the slaps you're giving it, but the sound waves don't seem to affect the mage, who lately has been back to his usual round-eyed look.
>Merlinus/Ribbon/Sturlu "What are you doing?"/"W-what are you doing, Dementia?"/"What's he doing?" -he asks Ribbon-
(That's a good question, Little Red Riding Hood... THAT IS NOT A MENTAL IMAGE SUITABLE FOR ALL AGES!)
(Heh...)
(I mean... maybe it's not the time for these experiments, Little Red Riding Hood.)
There had to be a way to make him angry again! But what could be the key?
Anyway, a little while later they leave, and the conversation shifts to writing Little Red Riding Hood's chronicles. Ribbon agrees, and is surprised by the new detail.
>Ribbon Ribbon Sturlu "Great, I helped!" -says, making a victory fist-
>Ribbon "Huh? Did you do it?"
Sturlu looks at Merlinus to confirm.
>Merlinus "I didn't do anything."
>Sturlu "Haha, so it was me! Wahoo!" -jumps up in excitement- "I've never helped before!"
>Ribbon "Huh..."
(The reward chest was opened, and inside was what was missing for the great lock to be opened.)
(Yes, I rhymed "abierto" with "abierto". But once isn't bad, right?)
Ribbon proceeds to give you a small tutorial on how to make the key work. You start with something simple: opening the inventory.
Open inventory >inventory 5/8 -slingshot "A hairpin with a handle, to whose ends are joined those of a rubber band to stretch it and thus shoot pebbles, pellets." That's how the RAE describes it. Charia calls it 'the thingy for throwing coconut nuts' (Ranged weapon. Equipable.)
-super mushroom A power-up and a heal at the same time. Grows in height and capacity with a single bite, with a low heal bonus. (Cures 5HP. Increases your size and physical capabilities.)
- little honey cup Nothing sweeter than a spoonful of honey! Imagine drinking a whole glass. (Recovers 5 DT)
- fire flower Spicy, nutritious! Bite it once and the fire power-up activates! (+3HP and turn into Fire Dementia [one-time use])
- koopa leaf A leaf that koopas love to eat. They say it's nutritious. (Recovers 3 DT)
>Ribbon "Very good, Dementia! Now go to the Key Items section."
>Key Items -Fairy Dust: A unique dust from fairies. Grants the ability to fly, among other things. This one is from the queen, so it's special. (Belongs to Ribbon)
-empty bottle A good-sized glass container. Useful for filling it with something. (Fill it with various liquids to drink from here.)
-old scroll An ancient scroll written in a language you can't understand. (Can be used to learn magic if you find someone who understands this language)
-Map 1: An ancient map marking a mysterious place of interest on some island in the ocean. (Received from Goldilocks. Find someone who can read maps to travel to unknown areas like this.)
-half key 1: Half of a key that leads to the boss door.
-half key 2: The other half of the key that leads to the boss door.
>Ribbon "Very good! Now you just have to choose one half, and press Combine. That way you can combine the two items."
>*Select♡ >*Half Key 1♡
You grab the item, bring it close to your little face, and...
>*Spit♡
>Ribbon "Eh—that..." -didn't need to- "N-never mind, it doesn't matter..." -better leave it-
>*Combine♡
You join the two halves perfectly, like after a molecular cut. The place where they were once broken emits a faint glow... and...
>YOU GOT THE BOSS KEY! >Boss Key: a key made to open the boss door... it also has a bit of ba
>>1707 After that, you can open the door. You do so without hesitation, and you ask everyone to line up behind you.
>Ribbon "A-ah, yes."
>Merlinus "As you command."
>Sturlu "I'm coming!"
The formation is: you in front, Ribbon second, Merlinus third, Sturlu at the end. Basically the order in which you met them. One after another, they cross through the great door to find the boss...
Enormous like a tower, noisy like a nuclear explosion, the hydra flings your comrades into the air with a roar powerful like a hurricane...
But you are not impressed.
Ribbon "¡¿Only a hydra?!" -¡IT'S A DAMN HYDRA!-
>Head 4 (arrogant) Head 3 (fearful) "N-no, I don't like dragons..."
>Head 2 (friendly) "Jeehee, me!"
>Head 1 (guardian) "¡ATTENTION! WE MUST DEFEND THE STONE WITH OUR LIVES... ¡WE WILL INITIATE A BATTLE!"
Battle music! Ribbon asks you to think carefully about your next move... And it would be clear: beat them up! If only the hydra spoke like a human... All its heads do! And when there is wisdom... there is doubt.
Once I read that when Nintendo thinks they're doing well, they bet everything on a passionate project without knowing if it will work out or not. And from there came things like Tingle, which no one asked for. This little roleplay was, or rather is, my passionate project. I had a lot of desire to carry it out and didn't know if it would work out. And when it died with two posts I let it go. If it hadn't been because you were interested, even a little bit, enough to send a file, we wouldn't have gotten this far. I appreciate that despite the irregular rhythm and any ups and downs you decided to come this far. I'm not saying this to tie you down, if someday you get bored, I would most desire you to be direct, I would accept it and move on. But, for the time you've invested and the good times that this has given me, I wanted to do something for you. One is a small nonsense of mine, telling the story of Dementia with the sinking town trend, and the other is the cover of Cece. I hope you like them. In short, what I want to say is... Thank you for a whole year being the girl of the legends! (The sinking town via catbox because the chon is giving me problems uploading due to its weight uugh) https://files.catbox.moe/hdt7sz.mp4
>>1711 I always debate that, but I think yes. I mean, I have two roles I want to carry out 100% and then two others I'm unsure about (Blood Omen, one from the Planet of the Apes, superheroes ending because I promised my favorite anoncete, and the sequel of the other role I'm currently playing) not counting something spontaneous that comes to me and opens up by autism (what I sometimes do) that would be everything I like writing for the negritos, giving them a story and trying hard so they have fun, but I also know I'll eventually stop. I want to retire, I'm sure of that. But yes, you have at least one rolcito more for the future in case you want to join keksito I take the opportunity to leave the drawings I made, they aren't very good but I made them with love kek
>>1701 >>1702 >Cece She craved the blows and the screams; they filled her with fire, reminding her she was alive and that she could trust no one. With that sensation roaring in her chest, she stood atop the desk, fists clenched, towering far above her usual height. But what Cece never expected—what disarmed her like a paper boat before a powerful current—was the gentle touch of the woman on her smooth face.
Wide-eyed, shoulders tense, hair bristling... The girl's throat moved as she swallowed her gum. She acted as if those kind fingers were a knife about to slice her jugular, an alien scythe wielded by a giant mantis. Only the words that followed—laden with an hatred as subtle as it was virulent and authentic—returned Cece control of her body and the real world.
It's your job. You take it or cry.
At least they're still looking for me; you'll die alone.
Problems, you say? I'll show you what real problems are. While I'm here, I'll make your life impossible.
Those were the phrases that came to her mind after leaving the office. She cursed under her breath, regretting they hadn't occurred to her sooner. She hated going blank; what good was always being prepared for the worst then? Any display of affection, even if it were a disguise for a cruel gesture, was something she needed immunity against.
María's final verdict was a relief. She wouldn't have known how to react otherwise. She might have fled. She shook her head to clear her worries and kept moving forward until her "sister's" little voice faded into an inaudible hum.
She arrived at the charging station (her room) and grabbed Napoleon. Abominable faces and gaping mouths of horror surrounded and followed her; the posters—countless and varied—lined the walls like a cavern of grotesque titles: Cannibal Holocaust, The Texas Massacre, Killer Clowns from Outer Space. But if someone were to tear the paper, they'd see a white, pristine wall underneath. In contrast to her reputation as a troublemaker, as she moves across the yard Cece's expression is calm, almost hollow, lost in her own thoughts inside and a shambling zombie on the outside. She sees Cody... A couple of years ago Roja grabbed him by the wrists hard and kissed him against his will. The whole experience was horrifying for both of them, but for Cece it helped confirm that that nonsense about love was a fake invented by adults to trick the naive.
Amélie... Cece scrunches her nose and bares her teeth. She wishes Amélie would hit her; with that she'd have an excuse to do whatever she wanted. Amélie probably senses the situation too, which is why to this day their brushes haven't gone physical. For Cece, fights aren't bad at all; they help you get rid of the monsters you carry inside that sometimes clog your chest and keep you from sleeping. You just have to be careful that the worst monsters—the dark ones, the biggest ones—stay locked up and never show themselves.
(I'm not Michael Myers, I'm Jamie Lee Curtis)
She moves into the vacant lot. Cece notices Marcy drawing and resists the urge to go look... She draws too, but that's a secret. Chowder wants to fight, but Cece has other plans; besides, with Napoleon weighing on her shoulder, any fight she decides to get into would be anything but friendly.
"The guy wants to adopt me" she reveals as if it were a minor matter. "What company? What food?"
Molly jumps in; as always Cece doesn't believe half of what she says and the other half remains uncertain information. Amélie is also interested, but only to provoke, and Cece is quick and dry in her stance:
"Not your problem" she says without looking at her, while at the same time grabbing Lee by the arm and yanking him to force him to stand up. She was getting annoyed seeing him lying there. "If you know anything about Barclay, spit it out or get lost" she turns her face toward the hateful girl and narrows her eyes. "But what would you know? You're a nobody like the rest of us"
She moves toward Amélie and, just like with María, she plants herself, this time leaning in until she almost touches her nose. Cece thinks:
>>1704 >>1705 >then I lost my little book collection when I switched phones kek I recommend Lectulandia. It's a great site to download PDFs. They have everything, and well organized.
>Her mouth tasted like absinthe, that was cool I adore Poppy. She's capable of writing something horrendous and making it sound like the most beautiful stage of life. What I won't forgive her is deciding to stop being a goth fatso to become a dude, kek. Anyway, I hope she ended up happy.
Also, did you read 24 Views of Mount Fuji by Hokusai? That's another gem. It has a Milf as the protagonist, so for me it already wins a ton of points.
>you can't really know where to get certain things and you're left just walking and walking until it gets tedious What cost me the most was finding the entrance to the hive; for that I had to use a guide.
>Which one are you referring to? The Shining, if I remember correctly, that was the name of that light moth.
>I love that game I really like the art. Although I was more fascinated by the little GB ones they released, very qt.
>their plushies have removable underwear even for Cece Uuuuuh... Potential foreshadowing?
>LISA Yeah, that's another tough one.
>Metal Gear Solid I still haven't gotten around to that saga. What I've seen briefly calls to me, all the spy and military experiment stuff.
>it's shotacon from what I understand kek Ah, well, that also explains why Omori (Sunny) looks like a little boy even though he's like 16.
>It's a game that feels like it overflows with love everywhere I tried it out a couple of days ago, just walked around the starting area a bit. I still haven't decided if I'll embark on that adventure, but my body is asking for it, so it might happen soon if life gives me the free space.
>What?, So that was the only dialogue moment in the game and they added several languages? I'm talking about the fandom. The game only came out in English. The now-defunct Clandlan did the translation work and they added the final dub, amateur, but it was a nice touch.
>There are several series like this here Hey, but they also made When Evil Lurks, a total movie.
>Which part was that? One that was like a daycare with kids' drawings, and if you exit through the front door, the cops mistake the cross for a weapon and shoot you to death. USA moment.
>Yume Nikki https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XZ7Dk0stfy8▶ ironically it's one of the things that inspired this RP For now I don't see the resemblance, but I'll take your word for it.
>I remember that RP because it had a subtle jab at one of my RPs Kek, really?
>Sorry for taking so long to reply to this No need to apologize; these past days I've also been moving at a snail's pace. It doesn't help that the turbulent geopolitics keeps distracting me. The day they put a Tomahawk missile into Maduro, I'll celebrate.
>far from the heroine of love and pacifism I like roleplaying with you, negrito That's enough for me. The last thing I want is for my monkeys/monkeys to get too heavy on you and ruin the experience, because yes, I believe there's valuable give-and-take in RPs, and both Opes and anons have to put in effort for their counterpart. Or at least that's what I try to do, kesito And a small extra worry: I'm worried about overwhelming you. Since we're interacting in more than one RP, the last thing I'd want is to cloy you with my style. And if that's the case, I ask you to be honest and let me know.
>I just hope you're also enjoying the RP and all that Well, the day I get tired of it, I'll tell you. Also, even if I'm slow, I always reply. To give you an example, I had the chance to write Cece's response on Friday or Saturday, but my mind and body weren't in good shape... I could've forced myself to put something down, but I think it would've turned out ugly. I watched a couple of movies to get inspired: "Talk to Me" and "12 Angry Men," absolute classics, but it wasn't enough. So I opened a horror anthology, enjoyed one of its stories, and Cece's turn practically wrote itself.
Uh... Where was I? Rambling. What I was telling you is that my absence shouldn't keep you up at night And this whole thing about finding the right moment also happens with Marie's pending turn. Even though I know what I want to write, I need to be in the right mood for it to come out nice. This isn't efficient, nor is it indispensable (I repeat, one can force it), but sometimes I do feel I need a little more inspiration, and I hope.
>>1713 With gentleness, those fingers slither across your face in a slow, sweet journey, yet more disorienting than the writhing of worms. That touch, however, was not real. It was preparing your skin for the cruelty boiling within them, leaving you so far out of yourself that you couldn't tell if the sight of the pink dye before the cut was sugar or salt on the wound.
You could think about it a bit later, coldly, generating a new unease. Affection becomes the plague you now want to avoid the most. Whether it's fake or real. Whether it's María or your sister, from whom you choose to distance yourself...
You are in your room. It is your safe place. No one enters without your permission, even at midnight, when the faces that look at you and deform on the walls, you know you are alone. The monsters are made of paper, the protagonists' scared faces are inaudible, fictional. In the real world there are things that truly worry. Even in this house. It would be a matter of asking Marcy, but she doesn't speak...
You take your little friend. The bats don't talk, they are good at keeping secrets... but not for conversation. Not that they aren't inseparable. He rests on your shoulder, like your homemade aposematism method. You can go down the old stairs.
The yard. Walking and seeing bring back memories, which although perhaps not so distant, today appear through a sepia filter.
>Cody (memory) "Ugh! Puke!" -after shoving himself away from you, he fell to the ground to spit- "What the fuck, Red?! You KNOW I HAVE A BOYFRIEND!"
...
...you haven't been his favorite person by a long shot since then. When their eyes meet, he simply looks away, indifferent. But... it's not like you cared anyway, right? He's just a nerd... and his 'boyfriend' is a Ken doll... He probably hid it somewhere for it to participate in hide-and-seek.
Amélie matters to you. She's on your blacklist, and you're on hers. Who knows the reason, but she has made it her goal to annoy you as much as possible. You aren't the only one she bothers, but you are among the handful she treats badly every passing second.
>Amélie (memory) "...What's your name? Do you want to be my friend...?"
...that was when she arrived. Her attitude changed too much... and very... very quickly.
Marcy, for her part, catches your attention. Always silent, always drawing. She might be mute. She is also one of the few people in the house called by the psychologist... That's the little you know about her... Even if the shared hobby is a good way to start talking, you refrain from even trying.
You focus on what you wanted. No drawings, no fights... but information. Who was she? Where were you going? Barclay, a surname that is almost common knowledge, catches your classmates' attention... And blows their minds when you drop the bomb.
>Lee/Chowder Chowder "Are you serious, Red?"
He asks, as if, even despite the look you're wearing, there still existed the possibility that you were joking. Lee "W-wait-"
You pull, it's so light you lift it as if it were nothing. He stands, but wobbles, his head spinning.
"aHhHh..." -he got dizzy from standing up suddenly- "I wasn't ready..."
Chowder shakes his head, disappointed by his student's weakness.
>Amélie "Pathetic uselessness..." -she mutters- "And how is it 'not ready'?" -she asks, one eyebrow raised, head tilted, lips forming a diagonal line of annoyance- "This place is basically mine, I'm the little princess~ everything concerns me... Even the little problems of the peasants, Cecilia..."
>Chowder "Peasants?"
>Amélie "Don't interfere, fatso."
>Chowder "Hey! Don't call me that... I'll tell María!"
Amélie smiles at that threat, as if the mere idea of Miss María moving a finger to stop something like that was laughable. Because it was... Chowder puffs out a cheek, swallowing his annoyance.
>Molly "I'm also a little princess. My mom was the Queen of England, but she couldn't take care of me and left me here."
>Amélie "You're more... Little Boy Blue." -from that story about the boy who cried 'wolf'-
>Molly "Who...?" -it's not that she doesn't know it, she just doesn't make the connection. Amélie, for her part, has no intention of connecting the dots for her-
>Amélie Molly "..." -she thinks this is getting awkward-
>Chowder "Hey..."
>Amélie "Pfff... bu-hahaha~ What do I know? I remind you that I'm not like you, I'm a little princess and-..."
You closed the distance between the two completely as she spoke...
And so, they were face to face... Mirrored. And they were actually so similar... Same height, same skin tone, a nice bow on the head and another on the neck, light eyes...
But they were so different at the same time. Yellow against red, like a risk indicator. Her serious face, transformed by the proximity, must also hide thoughts less violent than the one you long to execute now.
"What? You think you scare me? Get that period face off, Cecilia." -Molly covers her ears- "Or what? You want to hit me?"
>Lee "I don't like this..."
>Chowder "Girls-"
>Amélie "I know you do, right? I guess a peasant can't control himself! Look at you. Ugly, tomboy, carrying a bat..." -she makes a face of surprise, looking at Napoleon for a second- "With nails? You want to hit me with that?" -she points at him with a finger- "bu-hahaha~ You'll go to prison if you do! No one would let a horrible girl hurt a beautiful princess like me."
>Chowder "Girls!"
>Amélie "I just came to tell you about Barclay and you threaten me!" -she says, pointing at your chest- "Go ahead, hit me. Show me what you really are. And then? Pfft..." -she shakes her head- "No one will stand by your side. Alone, all alone like a bad dog. That's how you'll end up! Rotting in prison, bu-hahaha~"
>>1714 >I recommend Lectulandia. It's a great page for downloading PDFs. They have everything, and well organized. Oh no, I didn't know that, thanks for the rec. I always used zlibrary, it's super good too, and you can download them as epubs, a super comfortable format you can transfer to Google Play Books and read as an ebook. This has many advantages, like an included dictionary for definitions, translator, bookmarks, add notes and such. I'll leave you its current domain: https://1lib.sk/ Be careful with other links because there's a fake z library that doesn't let you download books and sends you spam. If this link goes down I recommend using the wiki of its official reddit I know, reddit is shit but this is useful
It lets you download 10 books a day, you don't need an account. But if you do you can try their premium version that lets you download all the books you want in a day and convert formats over 8MB (the free version lets you, for example, convert PDF to Epub but only if it weighs less than 8MB)
Hope it helps.
>I won't forgive her for deciding to stop being a goth slut and become a dude, kek. Ayy kek I had no idea about that. Not just about what she did, but who she was, I'm not that familiar with many authors.
>Anyway, I hope she ended up happy.
It's her decision and it's respected. It's not like we were going to waifu her anyway.
In any case, it's a bit curious the increase of trans authors in so many media in recent times. The agenda has won. Honestly I kinda don't care kek
>Also, did you read 24 Views of Mount Fuji by Hokusai? Cy, I couldn't help but feel a bit of you in some points. It has something of your style, I guess it influenced you even a little and I've noticed it especially with that recent turn kek that's cool.
I liked it, I enjoy that resource where characters go off on tangents in their thoughts and expand. It's not that I'm a great reader, as I already said, but reading something like that always makes me feel comfortable, like... Does it feel right? It's very "literature" I don't know keksito Anyway, I liked it, although I did feel low on powerlevel because of all the direct references I hadn't read. At one point it even named Huckleberry Finn as an essential and I was like "vaya" since it actually bored me kek
Maybe I should give it another chance...
>That's another little gem. Second, it left me pedaling in the air because I was expecting something like "in the end it'll be exactly the same as the poster and some Lovecraftian thing will happen, right?" I liked how it went against my expectations. I suppose there are many more things I could highlight, but right now nothing comes to mind. If you have something to talk about regarding the story I'll follow you kek
>It has a Milf as the protagonist, so for me it already wins a lot of points. I understand, she's a very elegant and super sensual woman according to her external personality, and as a reader you see more, she's a very experienced woman in many things. Although it lacked body description to be more immersive kek
>What cost me the most was finding the entrance to the hive, for that I had to use a guide. Kek understandable, many people recommend a guide for that. What actually pisses me off, I'm anti-guide. But sometimes some games seem like you need them no matter what. Reeee
>The glow, if I remember correctly that's what that light moth was called. Ah yes, she is the ending.
>I really like the art. It's very fun, that old cartoon style I love. It reminds me of Ed, Edd and Eddy.
>Although I was more fascinated by the cute GB ones they released, very qt. Kek, too many people only see them. Minus8 is too powerful (Cheese is the best btw) But beyond that, it has super good level designs, the most memorable bosses, a top tier OST and something else I won't say because if you ever try it someday I don't want you to expect it, but that pushed it to be one of my favorite games in general. If you ever play it, go blind.
>Uuuuuh... Potential foreshadowing? Kek
>I still haven't gotten around to that saga. What I've seen in passing calls to me, all the spy and military experiment stuff. It's very unique in how it tells the story; the games have a lot of personality. Maybe it's not the ideal order, but I still recommend playing it chronologically because I loved experiencing the saga that way, and playing 4 as the last one (not counting Rising which comes after) makes everything fit well.
>Ah, well, that also explains why Omori (Sunny) looks like a kid even though he's like 16. Kekazo I didn't know (I'm just starting the game) I would never have imagined he's 16.
And in case there were any doubts... This shirt Omocat wanted to release, ayy.
>I tried it out a couple days ago, just walked around a bit in the starting zone. I still haven't decided if I'm going to embark on that adventure, but my body is asking for it, so it might happen soon if life gives me the free space.
Don't force yourself either; you tackle whatever you want, whenever you want and can. Even though it's not a long game, I lost muuuuch time because I like walking every single centimeter of the map (and sometimes I couldn't find where to go) and the game didn't last that long.
>I was referring to the fandom. The game only came out in English. Ah keksito. Well, that's normal for those times.
The now-extinct Clandlan did the translation work and they added the final, amateur dub, but it was a nice touch. Ahh... Sovl. Something like that they wouldn't do today, I think. The golden age of fandubs passed a long time ago. And by the way, the fansubs too; I heard they don't even put the color-coded powers on the subtitles anymore. How traditions die.
>Hey, but they also made When Evil Lurks, a total movie. Keksito, I only watched it because you mentioned it. I'd seen some divided opinions online before, truth is I enjoyed it. The way the evil works kept me hooked, and truthfully I felt it was more relatable because it's Arjensimia and I've spent some time in rural contexts. Ruiz's countryside was super similar to the one I used to go to, kekazo. I like how the world is built, those are things I appreciate, you build the story around it with pieces that get thrown at you sporadically.
I don't usually get scared by movies, this one is no exception, but it conveys stress well with the situations it puts you in and makes you interested in what's going to happen.
I liked it, thanks. But when I said they make a lot of shit series here I didn't mean all of them. They also made the simulators and... and... And that's it
>USA Moment. Ah yeah. I remember that, it was fun kek
>the annual gobou video One of the few things that keeps the yummy nikkers fandom alive...
>For now I don't find the resemblance, but I'll take your word for it. Wolf: I'll eliminate you once and for all... WITH THE POWER OF RAP!
>Kek, really? Keksito yes. It was back in the Secondary Hispa era, the original from /r/ Maybe you don't remember, but that thread put something under the sheet like "because a high school role can be good" or something like that.
>Don't apologize, these last few days I've also been sinning with a slow pace. It doesn't help that the turbulent geo-politics ends up distracting me. The day they put a Tomahawk missile on Maduro, I'll celebrate. That worried me a bit too, I can only wish you the best. Take care, life is only lived once.
>The last thing I want is for my monkeys/monas to be too much for you and ruin the experience Don't worry, for a reason it's already been a year since this started. Besides, I already told you when you thought I wanted to quit that nothing to do with it, I'm happy with how things are going.
But I also understand where the uncertainty comes from, it's hard to communicate well how one feels about a role just by roleplaying, I guess. It's normal that sometimes doubt creeps in about whether the other one still enjoys it
>>1707 >>1708 >>1709 I summarized some points to move forward faster and compensate for my lateness.
>Dementia "Oh..." The caperuza becomes tense as a board facing the sudden and impactful naturalistic information. All eyes on Ribbon. Sturlu keeps laughing from the back. "Ah, yes... I... I-I also" He averts his gaze and blushes when thick substance creates a caramel-colored puddle near his boots. Discreetly, the girl throws the empty honey cup out of the scene. Maybe that will make Ribbon feel better and give them enough time to get him a new diaper.
But just because it ended badly with Ribbon, doesn't mean it won't work with the rest, right?
"..."
He blinks several times. Slowly, he puts the hat back on Merlinus's head and smooths it. He looks at the group and places a finger near his lip.
"Nothing of this to the world"
But just because it ended badly with Merlinus, doesn't mean it won't go wrong with the one left, right?
"Mmmm..."
Sturlu needs to recover from the tickles, the other two have headaches. The green one laughed, it was weird, but overall that's a victory for the caperuza.
"Sturlu, what's your race called?"
Dementia is human, Merlinus a black mage, Ribbon a fairy, Narrator is a narrator, but Sturlu...?
Dementia is capable of splitting the world in half, but making Merlinus explode with feelings still seems impossible. Maybe someday.
(What did you say about my feelings?)
A metaphorical question mark appears over Dementia's head, she raises an eyebrow in the direction of nothing, towards the narrator.
...
"It's legendary girl's saliva. Definitely give her powers!"
Answer: No.
He concludes the tutorial, but instead of opening the door immediately, he puts a mischievous smile and brings the slimy key close to Sturlu's face as if threatening to touch him.
"Ujuju, be careful, I'll tickle you!"
Clarification: Dementia doesn't have lice.
...
"Neither farmer nor farmer's daughter" She points her chest with her thumb. "I'm the legendary girl!" Pic related is what the hydra sees, yes, surely it perceives the caché...
The heads never agree. Ribbon asks for a plan, but before speaking, Dementia steps in the middle blocking with Cariñitos to stop that first attack and protect her friends.
ATT: 1d123 = 50 DEF: 1d109 = 44
In case she remains standing, and comes out with a smoldering body, she would point with Cariñitos at the guardian's head and have fierce words for him.
"TRAMPOSO!"
She accuses him shouting, stomping.
"You're taking advantage of me because you're stuck with the rest! And if you attack me, I'll hurt the others!"
It's as if the bad wolf is stuck with Ribbon, Dementia couldn't attack first!
She lowers her little arm, her brow remains furrowed.
"Either you all agree to attack the four, or I'm leaving!"
And the stone-?
"I'm leaving, and I'll tell all the other temple guardians I know (None), that there's a tricky hydra head here! And that they eat dirt!"
But just as the guardian has to convince the other three for the offensive, Dementia works to get the other three to leave the guardian alone.
"Pstt! Sturlu..." She calls him and makes signs with her arm. With Sturlu nearby, she pulls him by the shoulders and whispers. "Pstpstpstpsts..."
If Sturlu understands, he will go to the front of the scared hydra and use Scare.
With the proud head, Dementia would order Ribbon to praise. And as the happy head has the highest tolerance level, the caperuza would tell Merlinus to go talk to him.
"Try to be nice, talk to him as if he were your little lady" That's her advice, but as Merlinus surely would say Ah, but that's not the little lady, the caperuza rolls her eyes and adds: "Use your imagination"
>>1719 Okiseven though there's nothing to compensate kek. Don't worry about the delay, take your time. Laughter is your friend, but it can also be debilitating, especially for the bladder. Ribbon falls victim to the grace and pees.
(Laughter is your friend... Except when it makes you pee your pants.)
Oh, poor thing! Ribbon goes from laughing to being the butt of the joke. Sturlu points and cackles while the little one dies of embarrassment. A puddle forms under your feet; it's not that her diaper failed, but you wanted to lighten her discomfort.
Sturlu "Huh?" -stops laughing for a second-
Ribbon timidly pulls her tiny hands from her watery eyes, her face flushed red all the way to her temples, looking like a high-pitched meter of sorrow. But for a moment, her concern was something else.
>Ribbon "Really...?"
Her pupils slowly drift down to where the external dampness lies. The honey, somewhat thick, of a peculiar color. Ribbon considers for a second that you should drink more water before lifting her little face again to confirm, with your palpable shame, that you aren't lying. She closes her little mouth, her lips trembling before timidly standing up.
"It's okay, Dementia..."
She confirms with a hug around your leg, wrapping her arms around your calf and rubbing her chubby cheeks against your shin.
"It can happen to anyone..." -it happened to her- "b-but... You should drink more water..." -she won't keep that for later-
>Sturlu "...HAHAHAHA" -slaps his knee- "they peed."
>Ribbon "Jumm..." -puffs her cheeks, as mentioned before, having a wet diaper made her irritable- "IT CAN HAPPEN TO ANYONE!" -repeats, waving her little arms-
>Sturlu "Not me. It hasn't happened to me in muuuch hours."
>Ribbon "-.-"
(The next victim is the mage; there's no pretense here. Little Red Riding Hood was quick and brutal in catching Merlinus; his efforts are in vain, nothing can be done against his strong hand.)
(However, tickling the mage didn't seem to affect him much; the laughter of the others was enough fuel to keep attacking...)
(Although no one liked what the girl was about to reveal...)
Everyone falls silent. Merlinus doesn't understand the situation, but seeing that almost felt like receiving a curse. You returned his hat and left him alone. He finishes adjusting it a bit with his own hands.
>Merlinus "...don't touch my hat again." -it's a memory, but... it's very likely you have no intention of doing that anymore-
The other two couldn't take their eyes off you, still perplexed. You approach them and ask them to take this secret to the grave.
Sturlu "Ahh..." -pants, tired-
Ribbon held her head; the pain for her was sharp, like those powerful ice cream headaches. Merlinus suffered it too, but not as much. This leaves everyone with doubts, things like what kind of witchcraft that was. >Ribbon "A-au... Au... That was... Malicious..."
Ribbon is weak to malicious things and dark attacks but resistant to holy attacks. Conversely, Merlinus is weak to light attacks but resistant to black magic. You don't know it, but you aren't especially weak to any element; the catch is that for now, you don't have any special resistances either.
"What was that?"
>Sturlu sighs "Ah. Sorry... I didn't mean to do that." -says, without explaining-
>Ribbon "But-"
Sturlu "Ah-!"
Sturlu went blank for a second. Mouth agape, paralyzed in a 'if I don't move, they won't see me' or 'I have all the time to think' state. His words take their time, and impatient a cursed fairy, who already had an eyebrow raised and a look of judgment.
>Merlinus "It's a race of dark magic."
But it's the mage who speaks first, earning a look of surprise from Ribbon, who once again realizes it's true. What just happened was, without a doubt, the work of dark arts, malicious even. She looks seriously at Sturlu again, who was still sweating and trembling on the floor, this time in a more human way.
>Ribbon "Sturlu...?"
>Sturlu "Eh... A gnome?" -seems to ask them-
>Ribbon "..." -makes a ಠ_ಠ face-
>Merlinus "Hmm... So it's just a gnome." -never saw one in person-
>Ribbon "Merlinus... You- he-" -interchanges her gaze between the mage and the gnome- "Are you just going to-?" -stops herself, keeping her gaze on the mage- "..."
>Merlinus "To what?"
>Ribbon sigh "Let's see...!" -makes gestures with tiny hands- "Merlinus, Dementia... Doesn't it seem too tall to be a gnome?"
Just then, he stands up. If you look, well... He's still shorter than you, of course. But he was taller than Ribbon and Merlinus... Something doesn't add up.
>Merlinus "Hmm..." -observes him closely-
>Sturlu "Eh... No?"
>Merlinus "Hm..." -gives up in silence- "..." -looks at you, needs guidance-
Sturlu gives you a grin from ear to ear. His spectral appearance makes him look utterly monstrous, but the gesture he tries to convey is one of innocence. Ribbon, who now looks uncomfortable seeing him, looks at you next, also with a 'Did you see that?' vibe.
It's rare for Ribbon to act like this with a companion. It must be a symptom of being cursed.
Ribbon Ribbon "What are you doing, Dementia?"
>Sturlu "Oh!" -gets alert, making some distance from your key-
And then, you unleash a threat that freezes the blood.
Ribbon "Dementia, you're scaring him!" -exclaims- "Does... it seem like that scares him...?"
(The reality Ribbon still didn't see or understand... was that Sturlu feared small insects. Those that fit in his palms.)
(Not the big ones, not the medium ones. Those very small ones that fit with plenty of free space in the palm of your hand.)
>>1719 >*THE HYDRA IS READY TO FIGHT! >*What? No, I'm not >*Yes you are >*No I'm not
>Guardian Head Vain Head "Pft... nonsense and illusions of ugly peasants."
>Friendly Head "Hey! I believe her." -replies cheerfully-
>Scared Head "W-w-well really?" -asks-
>Friendly Head "Yes! They passed the test, didn't they?"
>Ribbon "Yes!, Yes, it's true, Dementia is the girl of the legends!"
>Friendly Head "See?! The girl doesn't lie!"
>Scared Head "O-oh..."
>Vain Head "...hmp..."
>Persuasion +50%!
You had convinced the two easy heads... But there were still detractors left.
>Guardian Head "DO NOT BE DECEIVED!" -and with a shout, the worst of the two takes the lead and chooses violence-
The Guardian Head opens its mouth, creating a giant fireball, ready to launch directly at Ribbon, who seemed the easiest target.
>Ribbon "ABABABABAAAA!"
She screams flapping her little arms and letting little tears fly as she sees she's about to be incinerated; the Friendly Head gets startled.
>Friendly Head "HEY, WAIT!"
It moves fast and headbutts to push the Guardian one...
>Friendly Head. Attack: die roll 27. Bad!
...but it was already too late, the fireball shoots out and the head is pushed just as the trajectory is decided. The fire comes out like an explosive ray, the whole room vibrates and the intense heat like the sun dries the tears that jump from Ribbon's little eyes as soon as they come out.
>Friendly Head (slow motion) "nooooo"
>Ribbon "Aaaaa!"
>Sturlu "WAAAAA!" -clutches head-
The fire hits its target in a violent explosion that makes the whole temple shake.
>GUARDIAN. Attack: die roll 83. Great!
>Guardian Head "HA!"
...or so it seemed at first.
>Dementia. Defense: die roll 20. BAD! Your remaining glove is incinerated, your clothes bear burn marks just like your hands and arms. They feel sensitive, and somewhat hardened. It's uncomfortable. The head of cuddles is glowing red-hot and your body is steaming. The explosion was like a blow all around your body, violent as a grenade; somehow, taking it head-on allowed you to prevent it from spreading too much and hurting your companions... But it left you with a very annoying tinnitus.
The ground beneath your feet shattered into a medium-sized crater, with only a small piece of floor where you were standing left standing. Ribbon, Merlinus, and Sturlu fell into that crater, the first one completely white from shock. The pebbles on the ground, mostly turned into a sticky blue mass after being melted, show that you wouldn't have wanted to take that hit head-on.
Ah... Wait. That's exactly what you did.
Sturlu "FAIRY!" -approaches to check on her, kneeling beside her- "HEY, WAKE UP!"
>Ribbon "Abababa..."
Merlinus stands up without saying anything. As for you? You were standing there, unmoving. Three of the four heads look at you in surprise.
>Guardian Head "H-HOW?!, ARE YOU STILL STANDING?!" -unable to believe you survived-
>Friendly Head "OHH!, IT'S FOR REAL, IT'S THE GIRL!" -astonished by the pleasant truth-
>Guardian Head "Impossible!"
>Scared Head "A-a-a... What... What fear!" -fear of the power-
>Vain Head "Ha... It's no big deal... I would have resisted it too, but in a more beautiful way."
You weren't coming for beauty; that came as a rebound. You were coming for the stone! And the obstacle was clear: the Guardian. You face him with your warrior gaze; he flinches.
>Guardian Head Friendly Head "Aww..."
>Sturlu "Yes, he's a cheater!" -exclaims, standing up-
>Guardian Head "NO HE'S NOT! I'M DEFENDING THE SANCTUARY! IT'S MY DUTY, AND THEY SHOULD DO THE SAME!"
>Friendly Head "To me, that sounds like cheating!"
>Guardian Head "SILENCE!"
>Vain Head "And who put you in charge...?"
>Guardian Head "I SAID SILENCE!"
You were starting discord... Well, no. It was already there before, but you were feeding it quite well. You're making demands. Ribbon "BU-!"
Ribbon -scared
Ribbon understands then. The Guardian Head looks furious, grinding teeth and holding back rage.
>Guardian Head "FINE! THEN GO, I DON'T CARE! MY MISSION IS TO SHOO YOU AWAY BY ANY MEANS."
>Vain Head "Wait! No." -says, suddenly interested- "My image is important. You shouldn't soil it just for... the rabble that accompanies me."
>Guardian Head "WHAT?!"
>Friendly Head "Yeah! Don't go so soon."
>Guardian Head "WHAT are you talking about, vermin?! We were about to win!"
>Scared Head "A-and... I don't even want to fight..."
>Friendly Head "See? She doesn't want to fight!"
>Guardian Head "IT'S NOT ABOUT WHETHER SHE WANTS TO OR NOT!"
>Sturlu "I don't want to either."
>Guardian Head "YOU DON'T GET INVOLVED!"
>Sturlu "Oy, sorry" kek "Huh?" -you call, he leans his ear closer- "What? Oh? Ohh..." -he pulls back- "Huh?" -puts ear back again- "ahh" -pulls back, nods head- "oki doki!"
>Sturlu >[ACT♡] >*Scared Head♡ >*SCARE♡
Sturlu steps forward, straight in front of the scared head; she already tenses up at his mere presence. Then the gnome looks down, stomps hard, and suddenly lifts his face, opening his mouth as wide as an anaconda.
>Sturlu AAAAAAHHHHH
He lets out a terrifying scream. The sockets of his eyes grow in diameter and spill black liquid. The Scared Head trembles to her soul before fleeing in terror. Then the Scared Hydra loses the shine in her eyes.
>Scared Head +too scared (fainted from fright)
>Guardian Head "WHAT THE HELL?!"
>Friendly Head "Oh... Oh dear... Are you okay? Hey."
>Ribbon "D:" -didn't expect THAT-
Sturlu returns his face to normal and goes back to you.
>Sturlu "Did I do it right?"
>Merlinus "Yes."
>Ribbon >[ACT♡] >Vain Head♡ >*Flatter♡
>Ribbon "Understood, Dementia!"
She exclaims and flies up to stand before the vain head, who doesn't even deign to look at her. Ribbon swallows, then clears her throat.
"Hello! You're very cute, did you know?"
>Vain Head "Hmph. Tell me something I don't know, little peasant."
>Ribbon "Ah-!" -she jumps, it didn't work- "Your teeth! They're as cute as a little flower..." -she starts waving her little arms, gesturing as she speaks- "They should change the name of the 'dandelion' to 'hydra tooth' because of you!"
The head finally seems to smile, and deigns to look at Ribbon.
>Vain Head "You actually know what you're talking about... Tell me more."
>Persuasion 70%!
Ribbon smiles, then smiles at you, even bigger.
>Guardian Head "EY, NO!, NOT YOU TOO!"
>Merlinus >[ACT♡] >Friendly Head♡ >*Talk♡
>Merlinus "Huh?" -doesn't understand- "Me? I don't like to ACT..."
Friendly Head "Eh..." -looks around uncomfortably-
...suddenly, Merlinus lifts his gaze.
"No!"
He stands up.
"I can't... You're not the lady. I'm only loyal to her."
>Ribbon "And Dementia?"
Merlinus doesn't answer, nor does he look at Ribbon. As if he hadn't heard her at all, she lets out a small nasal growl.
>Friendly Head "Ehh... I'll give you points for trying."
>Persuasion 90%
>Guardian Head "WHAT?!"
Ribbon looks at you happily, hopping in place.
>Ribbon "DEMENTIA, IT'S WORKING! If we ACT together we can forgive him, you just need 10% more!"
>Friendly Head "Oh come on, calm down..."
>Vain Head "Sorry, I don't talk with the rabble..."
>Guardian Head "YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO THIS POSITION!, GIVING UP LIKE THIS FOR SOME INTRUDERS WHO TREATED YOU A LITTLE NICELY!"
While they argue, you and your team notice something. A shadow darker than the darkness surrounding the giant hydra's body, moving through the air at full speed as if spinning. They didn't seem to feel it, but Ribbon's eyes c
She turns alongside Merlinus; they are the last to face the monochromatic figure. A bit taller than you, with an impenetrable shadow where eyes should be. Ribbon's gaze twists into pure horror.
"AAH! DEMENTIA... IT'S- IT'S- IT'S-...!"
>Merlinus "Starlo..."
(WHAT?! STURLU AND STARLO ARE BROTHERS?!)
(No... Wait. That was a bit... to be expected.)
>Starlo "Yeah... Maybe even too obvious for them to imagine, huh?"
(That's possible... WAIT!, Little Red Riding Hood... He responded!, Did you see that?!)
>Ribbon "W-what?" -she sharply turns to face Sturlu, who remained fixed on his brother- "What?! And- why?!"
Sturlu doesn't look at her.
>Starlo "Ah... I think it's pretty obvious too..." -Ribbon's shocked gaze returns to the villain- "I sent my brother to get me the stone... and to eliminate Little Red Riding Hood."
>Ribbon "WHAT?!" -she gets startled-
>Merlinus -Traitor- (he thought)
Sturlu lowers his gaze.
>Starlo "My brother is... useless in many ways." -clumsy, brainless, inconsistently cowardly are negative traits of Sturlu that come to your mind- "But... this time it worked like a charm."
Starlo starts walking normally. Like it's his own house, Ribbon and Merlinus stare at him, nervous as he passes by your side. Sharing a brief glance with you. His huge mustache completely covers his mouth... but you can almost feel the mocking smile before he moves forward, leaving your team behind. Ignoring them to reach the great door guarding the Hydra, trampling the dust it turned into.
He stopped for a second, placed his palm on it.
"My brother will take care of you."
Ribbon turns quickly.
>Ribbon "N-no! He's after the stone!"
The evil mage pushes the door without effort and enters the room where the space stone is kept. Ribbon exclaims, hoping someone more capable, one of the three of you, reacts and stops him.
And Sturlu walked too, took several steps without looking back, without looking at you. Only at the door, leaving you behind. "Ah...?"
>Sturlu "I'm sorry..."
After those words, the brother turned towards you with all his might. His body creaked, his limbs stretched and enlarged, while his face became monstrous, elongated, with a dislocated jaw and a reddish glow in the sockets that simulated demonic eyes.
The room begins to warp into undulations, as if everything were a fragile mirage in the middle of a terrible day in the worst desert. You hear distant, spectral weeping and wailing. Ribbon trembles more than ever, her pupils shrinking into almost imperceptible dots. Witnessing the specter's true form instills immense fear in the hearts of the less strong. Merlinus holds his ground, preparing fire in his hands.
>Ribbon "A-ah..."
>Merlinus "Traitor..."
>Sturlu "This is my true form... THE ONE WITH WHICH I TERRIFY EVERYONE! I WON'T LET YOU PASS!"
It seems they were really going to do this.
>Merlinus (automatic, but you can order him to do something else) >Magic >Agi 1d88 = 61 Defense: (block) 1d88 = 49
STATS Dementia: (level 4) 70% EXP HP: 9/14 (a burn turn was applied) ATT: 123 (115 + 8 from Cuddles) DEF: 109
DT: 9/9 -charge: +1 attack (1 DT) -great rift: Creates a rift that causes a painful earthquake! (-2 HP to all enemies) (3 DT) Luck: 3 Effects: None. Burn was removed after the previous combat ended.
Molly appears. Cece wants to believe her, if only because Amélie recommends against it.
"No, you won't tell her." She glares at Chowder. María getting involved is... annoying, especially after their last exchange. Chowder has to defend himself, or well, she could do it too. That's what movie heroes do, right? Defend the weak and confront evil in all its forms.
In this case, the evil takes the shape of a lousy brat with an ego the size of her ass... Cece looks down, then up. Maybe the ego is even bigger. Either way, she plants herself directly in front of the other girl, mirroring her stance—except Amélie keeps spewing venomous jabs while Cece waits poker-faced, dangerously silent. Her gestures betray her though—she grips Napoleon's hilt so hard the wood creaks, until...
She stops squeezing.
She glances sideways into the distance, where Cody is playing. Ever since that trial, he's either avoided her or treated her with indifference. What Cece wouldn't give for Amélie to just leave her the hell alone—she doesn't need more problems. She's already got so many they're spilling out of her pockets.
"... Oh..."
The girl's eyes widen and sparkle. She turns her attention back to Amélie, who's still ranting about how Red will end up in a cage like a bad dog, blah blah blah, she'd pay to slap her. The others stand frozen, waiting for the worst... Then Cece closes the distance.
Amélie doesn't have time to react. She only watches in horror as the ugly tomboy's face fills her field of vision and rough lips press against hers for a painful two seconds.
Cece steps back. Her eyes remain fierce. She trusts her plan worked—just like with Cody, Amélie won't come near her again if she knows what's good for her.
>>1718 >zlibrary I see the main difference is that it brings more languages. How much has Google's translation improved? I haven't used it in years, back when I used it to read fanfics or web/light novels. Do you know Worm? I have good memories, you'd probably like it a lot, it was about superheroes and was relatively popular. Lectulandia still seems better to me after my superficial review, since it doesn't ask for anything to download. But it's good to have more options in case it ever gets taken down, which has already happened due to copyright issues. The Lectulandia with ww3 in the link is the current one now, there are some that are fake.
>trans authors in so many media in recent times Poppy isn't a recent author. Her rise was in the 90s and early 2000s, before the trans agenda became popular as we know it today. The point is, over a decade ago, we're getting old, ay.
Huckleberry Finn, maybe I should give it another chance... Maybe. Sometimes it works better on new attempts. But it might not either, because there are stories that are a bore and yet hit hard in popular culture.
>Although it lacked body description to be more immersive Yes. But it's because eroticism wasn't the focus. It's easy to tell when an author wants, for example, to stimulate the reader, and this isn't really the case, although it does have some suggestive undertone.
>Metal Gear 4 The absurdly long cutscenes put me off, but whatever, maybe someday.
>I'm just getting through the game Did you like Omori? Did you get the good ending? I still haven't gotten to Deltarune. Between real-life responsibilities, and it hit me again with Civilization, I don't have much time.
>Do they resemble Marie? They have red hair, use glasses (??), and have certain librarian vibes. Marie from the manual. The Goofy pair in Extremely Goofy is another alternative Marie.
>because a secondary role can be good I think I saw it, but I didn't pay much attention to that role, no idea how it went for them. But today, Secondary School is still remembered, so it's a win for you.
>my style is more simplistic Your style is good. You bring a particular charisma to your characters. I love the gestures they make, I feel like I usually repeat myself, but you find a way to animate them, as if you drew them with letters. If you say you're simplistic, I'll hit you.
>There are like 3 I only know one that's black and white. A big movie.
>Which one was it? Horror 7, from the Gran Super Terror collection. I think it's the last of this series they released.
"Where is your cone hat? And your beard?" She raises an eyebrow with great suspicion. The suspicions grow because Ribbon mode meada has a cunning and severity beyond, not letting anything pass. With the situation like this, it's now the turn of Little Red Riding Hood to be the understanding one. She wraps her arm around Sturlu's shoulders and pulls him towards her. "If he says he's a gnomish, then he is... What reasons would Sturlu have to lie to us?"
The reasons would soon be revealed.
...
The Little Red Riding Hood remains like a smoking and unmoving monolith. She opens her eyes, her cheeks are full, spits out a stream of fire that got into her mouth and then wipes her forearm across her lips. She pins Cariñitos to the crater floor and pulls herself up, ending up on the edge from where she starts to demand the tramposería from the hydra.
Together they slowly convince, almost succeeding! But a mysterious explosion of concentrated darkness swallows the hydra and spits out the bones. Dementia, has her eyes wide open and her jaw stretched to the ground. Only when she senses the danger behind her does she compose herself, and uses all her strength to turn around.
"You killed the hydra! ¡'SON OF 💣⚡$%@!
Sturlu's brother, Starlo. No one could have known. ¡No one!
(Me imagined him taller...) Says the Little Red Riding Hood to the narrator.
She clenches her teeth, clenches the handle of the axe, clenches her round little nunchucks. The Little Red Riding Hood doesn't back down from having the bad guy in front. But when having Sturlu in front, now as an enemy... The girl's eyes are not only precious, they also hold doubt. Ribbon points out that Starlo is going for the stone, but Dementia doesn't turn around, the Little Red Riding Hood has her head down, reflective.
She takes a deep breath, exhales slowly, faces the demonic form of Sturlu. Dementia isn't scared of deformities and weird faces, she has other fears that someone attentive could surely guess.
"Sturlu... Don't make me do it. I forbid you to become bad! You are no longer part of his team, but mine!" She stomps her foot and points at him with her finger, her lips forming a pout. Sturlu continues laughing. "Very well, you don't let me off that easily. I'll have to make you enter by force... ¡By the bad way!"
The Little Red Riding Hood throws herself, spins in the air like a ninja star, ending up embedded in Sturlu's body like a koala. Then it begins, her fingers are impatient worm-like ticklers attacking without mercy...
Tickles here. Tickles there. It's a new level of tickles, one capable of making Ribbon urinate ten times.
Dice just in case. ATT: 1d123 = 62 DEF: 1d109 = 98
>>1724 The cheerful role: fighting a ugly ghost that creates illusions. The "more horror-leaning" role: two girls kisskek Herbs, jam, cocoa, and minced meat. Dad supplied the entire pantry to countless households, but there was a visible hole in the can that is the plot, one of those serious defects that make you just stop wanting them, stop even looking at them. The kind you should complain about if they arrive in an order.
>Chowder Molly "Ooohhh"
>Chowder Looks away
>Lee "._."
>Marcy ":o"
The onlookers were left gaping, witnessing that moment, a kiss barely touching the third second, was shocking for several reasons. For them, and for your partner, whose eyes were open until they almost popped out of their sockets. Her soft lips... assaulted!
You separated as you had joined, in silence and suddenly, more with calm. Your lips and hers were now wet, maybe every lip of Amélie was. The rest watched with intrigue whatever it was that was going to happen now. She seemed lost, in a way you would never have imagined seeing her.
She looked at you silently for a moment. As if... she was far from you? As if she were a witness to a horrible crime watching from a building window. As if her soul had slipped away between your lips. In her mind, she tried to process what happened over and over again, and when Molly looked with a grin from ear to ear that defied the general stupor by imagining the new love story, the pale face of Amélie... did the opposite of lighting up... It darkened.
>Amélie "No... No... No... No..."
She murmured in rapid succession, like someone regretting a crime. Everyone lost their attitudes of surprise or joy when they saw Amélie shrinking in on herself, her gaze twisting, not in classic fury, but in a twisted faction of someone whose entire world had just been destroyed.
"WHY?! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!"
She questioned you with a voice so tearing that one would swear she was ripping it out manually from her neck.
"YOU HATE ME!"
She screamed at you, looking you in the face now with zero composure, comparable to a lunatic beggar. She grabs her head, scratches her temples a bit.
"YOU HATE ME!, I HATE YOU!"
She shook her head desperately.
"So why did you do that?!"
She lowered her head again, not letting go of her head, let out a whimper.
"Everything... Everything... Everything... Damn crazy... You ruin everything. Why did you have to ruin it?, Why?, Why?, Why? Why do you hate me so much..."
She suddenly lifted her gaze, separating her arms from her head.
"WHY DO YOU ALWAYS RUIN EVERYTHING?!"
And she crossed the line you would never have imagined she would dare to cross. Your chest felt a small dry double blow when with her palms, in a fit of madness, she pushed you, making you sit on the floor. 'The worst she can say is no'. She:
"You're so dirty... I don't want to see you again..." He gave an ultimatum with a look of infinite contempt and stepped away from the place. His screams had attracted the other kids playing in the street; she shoved them aside, angrier than ever. They didn't understand. Those who were with you moved to surround you after half-emerging from the impact of such a stressful scene. Molly looked a bit sad; it was Lee who offered you his hand, helping you up just as you had done for him today. Whether you accepted or did it alone, it was inevitable to address this topic now.
>Molly "I'm sorry, Red..."
She thinks you liked it, that a kiss like that would set things right and make you love each other. She's lying, but she's innocent.
>Chowder "Wow. I knew she was crazy, but not that crazy."
>Lee "Uh... No... Don't listen to her... She... She's bad..."
He says, imagining that maybe all that nonsense she spewed affected you somehow. She said a lot. She's a cruel kid.
"About Barclay... Uh... Yeah... She also does clothes and makeup..."
That's why Amélie suggested she didn't do things of your interest.
>Chowder "Oh, I wasn't even aware. I only knew about her food, hehe."
Lee slowly blinks and ignores him.
>Lee "Uh... yeah... I think she does even more things... I just don't remember what..."
In the background, the whispering of the other kids who just arrived finally dies down. A girl approaches, Elena, the ventriloquist.
>Elena "Uh, kidzz"
She spoke with a hiss from her squirrel-like teeth and braces, but when she had the puppet, it didn't happen. Right now, she doesn't have it with her; Molly said it walks on its own and kills people, but it's Molly.
"What's up, pumpkinn?"
She's funny. Also bold. Zack, the other kid who noticed, didn't dare to jump in after reading the room. Chowder and Lee, uncomfortable, decide to put your feelings first and just look at each other to confirm neither will say anything. Then they look at you; Molly, in her place, steps forward.
>Molly "Red and Amélie kissed and she got mad..." -she says with melancholy in her voice-
>Elena "Ho-ho-ho!" -she laughs and gives Molly a little tap on the arm- "Good one, Molly. But now stop it."
Molly makes an annoyed face. She looks at everyone smiling; Lee doesn't look at her, he can't lie but he can stay silent. Chowder just responds with a face of exaggerated seriousness, like a superhero with hands on hips. He wasn't going to talk to gossips.
You didn't have to either. But she seems interested.
Anyway, you already have some of the info you wanted. You can leave.
>patio (you are here) >dormitories -your room -Alicia's room >María's office >bathroom >garden >dining room If you don't want to do anything special anymore, we can close the orphanage arc and move forward with a timeskip to the journey
>Aldo On his first day at the orphanage, Amélie would have asked Cece to be friends. Would Cece have accepted? There's no prior knowledge on either side; it almost seems random.
Depending on what Cece decided, many things change.
>>1726 They do well to be inquisitive; there are races by the ton, and Sturlu didn't look like a gnome even a little bit.
>Sturlu Ribbon "That's not a beard, it's a mustache!"
>Sturlu "Ah- oh... eh... uh..."
He spits out almost every vowel searching for a sensible answer. For the first time, Ribbon is the tough one. The roles are reversed; you're sheltering the helpless, nervous gnome under your wing. He darts his gaze between you and Ribbon rapidly, never stopping his "ahs, ehs, and uhs" while his empty skull works at max power to find a response. Ribbon, on the other hand, looks at you with confusion.
Ribbon "What?" -she pulls a suspicious face, then a surprised one, pointing at you with her palms- "b-but Dementia, he... But- I..."
Her hands move toward Sturlu. The accused forces a nasty smile, twisted like a monster's. It's the best he can manage... Ribbon slowly lowers her hands, looking dissatisfied, her lips straight, her gaze downcast.
"Hm... I'm sorry..."
But she resigns herself, tucking her little hands behind her back. She looks like a naughty kid after a scolding.
"I don't have to be mean to friends..."
It's not just a basic lesson from the queen, but... it wouldn't be nice to have another incident like with Goldilocks.
>Sturlu "Ah, it's okay."
Ribbon lifts her gaze, offering a little smile.
>Ribbon "T-thank you..."
>Sturlu "Huh? Why?"
>Ribbon "B-because... Because you didn't get mad..."
>Sturlu "Ah..." -well then-
Ribbon is still Ribbon. Even blinded by the rage of... the recent accident. But this time, they would have done well to doubt.
...
There was darkness, and then there was death. The air weighed as if gravity had increased tenfold in that instant due to the mere presence of the supreme evil in the magical world.
In life there are rules. Water boils at 100 degrees, we breathe air, and what Ribbon said: 'all magical beings have some goodness'.
Sometimes, even those laws you thought impossible to challenge, can be twisted. Starlo can boil water at 20 degrees! Starlo doesn't need to breathe! And above all... Starlo is a being of pure evil.
But you were the one who had to stand above that.
Anger gave you more than enough courage to overcome the paralyzing evil in a single move. You faced the beast with eyes made of darkness, and you screamed obscenities without fear of the consequences.
>Starlo Merlinus "What... is this magic...?"
>Merlinus: Defense. Die roll 11... BAD!
>Merlinus +fear!
>Sturlu "Hehe..."
>Sturlu: Attack. Die roll 49. OK!
But you... lifted your gaze. In the middle of that carnival of flesh, eyes, bones, and teeth, your eyes met the... Enemy...? Your face, despite the screams of despair and the repulsive scene...
>Dementia: Defense. Die roll 109!, CELESTIAL!
...held anything but fear. Sturlu jumped, then looked at you more closely, bringing his face closer to yours.
>Sturlu "W-wah? But- But why aren't you scared?"
Ribbon "EEEEEEK!"
>Merlinus "!?!" Your foot is now the corrector of reality. Like an oil painting under a torrential downpour, the illusion unravels around you fast enough to vanish completely before any of the three could touch the ground.
pomf
>Ribbon "Oof! Uh...?" -looks around- "What...? I feel... fine..."
Merlinus "How...?"
Sturlu "Ouch..." -clutches his head- "H-huh?! M-my spell!"
He jumped up quickly.
"No—this isn't supposed to be happening..."
Ribbon "D-Dementia, be careful!" -she shouted, waving her arms frantically-
But despite the expected danger, there were no attempts by the enemy to harm you. Nor did you let them, for as soon as you were sure you were firmly grabbed...
Your fingers showed no mercy. At maximum power, the appendages brushed against his body, tickling him down to the very DNA of that wretched, giggling wretch. More effective than a myriad of feather dusters, Sturlu collapsed like a lead weight, kicking, flailing, and writhing with no escape from the torture that wouldn't even let him breathe.
"STOP, P-PLEASE HAHAHA! STOP!"
Ribbon and Merlinus watched from their spot, the first now as expressionless as the second. The fairy blinked a couple of times and halfway raised her hands from her sides, as if to gesture at the situation with both hands, stopping midway.
>Ribbon "Oh, Dementia..."
Rice again. By this point, it seemed you'd tickled more than you'd swung the axe. Sturlu finally formed an idea in that empty skull and tried to get you off by grabbing your arms and yanking you away from him as if you were a facehugger.
>Dementia. Attack: die roll 2... TERRIBLE
>Sturlu. Defense: didn't roll. WORSE THAN TERRIBLE
Black tears began streaming down his 'eyes' as he begged you to stop. Ribbon was surprised.
>If you let him go...
Sturlu sniffled through his nose and knelt on the floor, covering his eyes while still crying. You could hear him sobbing and babbling, forming sounds with no meaning until he finally managed to bypass the knot in his throat and form something between unintelligible.
"I... I'm sorry!"
>Ribbon "H-huh?"
>Merlinus "There is no place for traitors..."
>Sturlu Sniff "no... You don't understand...!" -lowered his little hands, the black liquid staining his long face- "if... if I let you go... My brother... He... will do the same to you as to the Hydra! And I don't want...!" Sniff "BWAAA" -cried toward the ceiling, tears splashing to the sides like a pair of tar fountains, Ribbon now looked sad-
>Ribbon "..." -felt pity, her mouth opened and her little hand rose toward him, but the first closed and the second went back down. Her kindness was somewhat clouded by this- and after peeing herself
>Merlinus "...he's right, Little Red Riding Hood."
As always, he was so positive.
"He could do the same to us as to that Hydra with a single attack."
>Sturlu "Please, don't go...! Who cares about that stone...?"
Ribbon pursed her lips. She cared... A LOT. They couldn't let Starlo get his hands on the power of space.
>[STURLU IS NOW FORGIVABLE] Kek I was expecting an attack
>>1727 Cece The face of Roja on a brick waiting for Amélie to process what happened. The little princess doesn't take long to lose it, ¿how dare the bate girl violate her like that?! The subtle smile of Cece curves and defines as Amélie's hysteria grows.
"Another one?" She offers, crosses her arms behind her head, puts on a duck lips expression and winks.
It's a suggestive pose that appears on many covers of old movies, usually with girls in bikinis much more voluptuous than her, and with a scaly monster behind. Amélie explodes, pushes Cece, and Cece ends up sitting on the floor. Roja is too satisfied with the results to bother. Hence, when she gets up, she grabs Molly by the waist and spins with her on her heels, more cheerful than ever.
"Yes, everything is getting better for me" She sighs, and returns Molly to the ground, then retrieves Napoleon who had fallen down. She doesn't notice the general sympathy her failed confession caused. But then Cece squints, because deep down something bothered her.
(... Why was he richer than Cody's...?)
She shakes her head not understanding. She assumes it's due to the taste of victory. Elena, the hissing girl, helps her refocus on reality. Molly announces what happened, but no one believes her.
"At this point your reputation is ruined, Moll" Cece is shortening names, it's a sign she's in a good mood. She also spins Napoleon, another positive sign. "If you want to be believed, you'll have to burn the world... Or bite someone... Your sincerity has to be intense, proactive, like Ash"
Perhaps none of them know the protagonist of Evil Dead, and Cece isn't in the mood to explain the movies. She loves the third one because skeletons appear, and Roja likes skeletons, they're cute. In any case, Roja decides it's better they start playing to pass the time and starts a game of hide and seek.
"Like the other time, the first one I find will have to lick Chowder's sweaty belly"
That always serves as motivation.
Next stop: The journey.
...
Question, would Cece interact with these monkeys again? They grew on me.
<Would Cece have accepted? It depends on when it was, if it's pre-roja Cece (Pic related), that is, the good and innocent girl she was before the world hardened her, she would say yes.
>>1730 >Dementia Pillars of flesh, pulsating tissues, black eyes and yellow teeth. The stage transforms into the scream of a pandemonium, but Dementia...
Doesn't flinch.
She doesn't have a heart of iron, she has cried, but the universe knows well what she fears and what she doesn't. It would scare her more that Ribbon or her parents were disappointed, because monsters -whether pretty or ugly- can bleed, and if they bleed, they can be defeated.
With a stomp the illusion evaporates, the girl's momentum manages to make the group stop being frozen by fear. She jumps, grabs, and tickles. Sturlu has no escape... First step: Futilely resist. Second step: Give in. She ends up begging on the floor. The caperuza doesn't stop her lash until the bearded one is back to his original form and size.
She steps back, moves away a step and looks down at Sturlu with a fierce face. Merlinus is very strict with the Judas, and Dementia doesn't like them either, but she has some pearls of wisdom to drop while looking at the mage.
"Yes, Sturlu betrayed us... but I betrayed us too, because the alternative is to surrender with friends, and that's not my style" Dementia is now that meme of the chinese monkey who turns the cuckoo into a concubine to descuck himself
The brother of the villain sobs and assures that they don't want to end up like the hydra... And yes, the caperuza admits to herself that that would be ugly. Dementia is strong, but she's still far from eliminating a hydra with one hit. At least two heads would be nice, and the timid one seemed cute, a pity.
"Hmmmm..."
Hand on the chin. Foot tapping. And finally... A lightbulb over her head!
"I have an idea! But you'll have to help us, Sturlu" She grabs him by the neck and lifts him off the ground, Dementia was already getting tired of seeing him lying there (Similarities). "You just have to do this thing you did before, the walls..."
The plan is simple. They have to go to the stone quickly, and Sturlu use his powers to release the "corpses" of Dementia and company in front of Starlo, just so that -when Starlo is distracted- an invisible Dementia through the magic of the mustache sneaks up to the stone and replaces it with a normal stone only spit out by her to get the shine of the saliva and look special.
If they're lucky Starlo won't notice the trick. It's a risky plan, and that's why the caperuza asks Ribbon and Merlinus to stay out of it. What if Sturlu betrays her halfway through? It's a danger, but the caperuza under her ferocity keeps a pure heart that wants to believe.
Also, in the Cece scene, I would like a moment to give Mercy a drawing before leaving.
>>1731 The kiss is a strange ritual, object of poems and general fascination as a symbol of love. But when your lips joined hers, they didn't forge bonds; they seemed to burn a bridge. You made her lose her head, and provoked even further. You promised another, and she looked at you with soulless eyes, asking insistently why you hate her before exploding and attacking.
You fell by the hand of your victim, but you couldn't care less. Your world turns golden. You feel, after hundreds of gray days... victory, and it's as if the sun only shines on you. You share your illuminated world with the little liar who truly felt it, snatching her from the ground unexpectedly to take her to heights she never reached. Her surprise spread to the others, but hers changed when you started spinning.
>Molly "Ah, ahahaha!"
She stretched out her little arms and legs like a cheerful little airplane, she's just a kid. And among so many lies, you could see that this joy was genuine, and valuable in this shithole home.
Molly Elena "I earned it with my own hands. Akikiki"
That pulls the pair accompanying you out of their confusion, only to look ahead and nod, Lee with tired eyes giving him an expression of little surprise, and Chowder with total certainty.
>Lee/Chowder "Yes..."/"It's true."
>Molly "Jumm..."
>Elena Lee "...Ash...?"
>Elena "It's the Pokémon one!"
>Lee "I don't watch-"
>Chowder "Hey, I like Pokémon! It's like catching beetles. We should go look for some one of these days..."
>Molly "I'm going to call the wild dog, who eats children and will bite everyone! He bit me once, but I managed to escape. You'll see! And I'll burn everyone. They'll believe me!"
The three just look at her moving their eyes, deciding to ignore her. It's best when she gets like this, like a chihuahua. But yes, she barks and doesn't bite.
"Hey!, Hey, you'll see! The wild dog is coming!" -it's the umpteenth time she says that-
>Elena "Great, I'm in... Beetles, right? And maybe some scarab beetles? Akikiki"
>Lee "I don't think Roja can..." -he comments, his discouragement is usual so you can't say he mentions it with sorrow, but it's a reminder-
>Chowder "Oh, that's right..." -scratches his bald head, he forgot for a moment-
>Elena "Don't you like thezz insectzz? I understand, they're ugly. They scare me a bit." -So why does she want to go for the beetles?-
>Molly "Insects are poisonous... Once one poisoned me and I went to the hospital..."
You don't need to be told how true that is. Even in simple things so easy to verify when everyone lives with her, she lies. But it didn't matter, you were happy, you got what you wanted and a bit more. You propose a classic game of hide-and-seek, everyone agrees.
>Elena "Ojojo... Yeez, I like hide-and-zeek."
>Lee "Eh... I-It's fiiine-"
>Chowder "Let's go! But I'm the master of hide-and-seek hehe. You'll never find me."
>Molly "Hehehe I'm gonna hide behind a bush." -...Is that a lie?-
>Chowder Elena "Wuaaj..." -closes her eyes and waves her hands in super waka- "Better I disappear akikiki"
>Molly "It'll be Lee again." -warns-
>Lee "Ay..." -he doesn't like it anymore- "What if they find Chowder first...?"
>Chowder "Ha. In my secret hideout it'll be impossible!"
Yes, it'll be Lee again.
>Lee "Agh..."
Amidst the misery, you had your hour of laughter and childish play. Sometimes, this little decaying madhouse where they lived seemed to have killed the chances of a good life. For someone to leave the house was the strangest thing... you practically live with these people you like more... or less... for years.
They do what they can to have fun, it's good to smile. But once six o'clock arrived, once again they had to go back inside, to face reality... the bell rang. It was dinner time.
>Elena "I think that concludes Lee's belly-tasting akikiki."
>Lee "I need to wash my mouth..." -looks traumatized-
>Molly "Hehehe today is the day! Today we'll eat chicken, and hamburgers, and delicious little cakes with coke-colaaa!"
>>1731 Splat. An unpleasant onomatopoeia, reserved for stabbings or bloody explosions, falls into your plastic plate. Alicia walks around the old table, full of cuts and with parts sticking out, serving slumped over a depressing rice cake with... egg, probably.
Nobody looks especially excited, but it was another day with a 'that's all there is to it', or some...
>Molly "I'm not hungry..." -said the lying girl-
Alicia sits next to you, picks at the food with her plastic fork and sighs.
>Leslie "This is crap!"
Exclaimed the mischievous kid, who was three seats to your right. He had glasses, and worn-out clothes. He was usually alone, didn't have anyone, and didn't seek to have anyone. Alicia lowers her head knowing he's right.
>Frank "That's all there is to it..."
Said the strange kid. A blonde with a tired face in front of the mischievous one. That was the mantra at mealtime, when he repeated it, he attacked the plate with some slowness, Leslie made a face.
Most of them were here. Chowder eats without problems as long as it's edible, Joseph is moderate but does it because he doesn't like to go hungry, Cody doesn't touch it and Lee lifts a spoonful slowly, swallowing the first bite trembling, taking it slow as if it were too thick. On the other side, Marcy doesn't even have her hands on the table, looking as sad as always, Elena makes herself a little airplane to try to encourage herself, but her plane goes around a thousand times...
This is just postponing the inevitable. The elephant in the room. You feel a gaze, and of course, it's Amélie's. Her narrowed eyes don't leave you, her fingers firmly grip a plastic spoon, and her dull, deeply angry face probably held various schemes that don't translate into other gestures or words. Alicia also notices, lifts her gaze a bit and looks surprised, then looks at you with interest.
Then Maria entered. Or rather, she observed from the doorway frame, most of them stiffen and straighten up, as if they were in the presence of a military person. Amélie is one of the exceptions.
>Maria "You two." -points at them, taking advantage that they are together- "Finish up quickly. In 30 minutes I want you both out."
>Alicia "Ah- s-sí, señora..."
Maria gives you a mean, intentional look... and then leaves. The lunch changes, those who weren't informed are surprised in their own way.
>Molly "Are you going away?" -panted the lying girl-
>Nick le cambié el nombre como tres veces kek "Cool!" -said the sports kid in front of you, looking normal-
>Leslie "Again? Shishishi." -teased the mischievous kid-
>Lily "N-no you go away..." -wailed at Alicia the smallest girl-
>Alicia "L-lo siento, Lily... I'll come visit..." -replied the good girl-
>Joseph "Yesss, dude! That's like, super genius. Ooh I wish they would adopt me too! They haven't adopted me since my mom died of hunger ohh what bad luck I have, dude."
>Junior (kid next to Cody) "Did your mom die of hunger?"
>Joseph "Yesss, dude!"
>Junior "...I'll give it to her too."
>Cody "Junior, how disgusting!"
>Joseph "Ooh, old man! You hit me, dude. How wild."
>Elena "Felizzidadezz. Hopefully there zzi have food akikiki."
>Leslie "The ones they always adopt and the ones they never adopt shishishi..." -teases again-
Only generic congratulations remain. Less than Marcy who doesn't speak... And Amélie, she looks at you wide-eyed. As if witnessing something horrible that affects her deeply before lowering her gaze and leaving...
>>1731 Minutes passed, the clock's minute hand in the lobby was only 20 steps behind the double six. Alicia was ready, she had the backpack she used for school with her. A simple pink one with no design, made of cheap materials, she also carried a plastic bag in her hand, but it wasn't transparent. That's all she needs to carry what she considers important.
Your sister stood in front of the door frame, turned her back to you, looked at you with exhaustion, but soon put on a smile, though her eyes still hold sorrow.
>Alicia "We're leaving now, Red... You should take the chance to say a proper goodbye to whoever you want... This could be the last time we see them." -or not. With your memory...- "Talk to me again when you're ready to go." if Dementia's story is a classic RPG, this is an old-school horror game kek
It's up to you with whom you want to talk to one last time.
>Alicia, the good girl (retreat) >Amélie, the perverse girl >Chowder, the gluttonous boy >Cody, the gay boy >Elena, the ventriloquist girl >Frank, the strange boy >Joseph, the poor boy >Junior, the annoying boy >Lee, the sad boy >Leslie, the mischievous boy >Lily, the youngest girl >Marcy, the quiet girl >Molly, the lying girl >Nancy, the Asian girl >Nick, the athletic boy
>Alicia "Uh... Maybe you should talk to Amélie. I don't know if you noticed... she looked a bit affected." -she knows they don't get along, but... well, she was looking at you before that, and for her, she doesn't think it's-
You had other plans. You want to meet up with Marcy. You might already know where she'll be, but if not, and if you asked Alicia, she would answer:
"Marcy... She must be waiting for her turn with the psychologist... Do you want to say goodbye to her...?"
After that, you leave. The path is easy; take the hallway in front of you, turn left, and you spot her, you just need to go straight. It's the same hallway as Maria's office, the only place where the wood doesn't creak as you pass, as if it feared making noise in her presence, like everyone else. So much has happened in this place. The smell of old paper from the torn wallpaper, the withered flowers as the only decoration because María sees paintings or posters as inappropriate, the carpet that sounds and feels full of dirt even through your shoes... it's all just part of the daily routine. Also accepting that this is slowly deteriorating and nobody cares.
You ignore the archive door; it has a huge rusty lock blocking the entrance anyway. Molly claims a half-worm monster man lives there who spends all his time reading and if he touches you, he turns you into another like him. A real bookworm. But someone more sensible knows it's the place where, in theory, you'd find information about you, papers taken to show potential parents in the dusty visiting room.
It doesn't take long to finish the hallway; the psychologist's door is there, on the right, almost at the end. At the end is the door to the basement. Next to it sits a small bench where Marcy rests while drawing more lines with her pencil. The psychologist's door is well locked, she's in session; you can hear unintelligible murmurs from a single voice... The quiet girl looks depressed. Must be why she goes to the psychologist.
Her pencil stops moving. She's done... She bites her knuckles, pulling a bit of skin before noticing you're there. She stops that, looks up... hides her paper... she has no problem with you, but she's not sure about showing it.
>Marcy "..."
With her good eye, she raises an eyebrow. As you already know, she doesn't speak. You could hit her and she'd never tell... but that's not why you came. With interest at its peak, she waits to see what you're planning.
3/3
>We have to fix that! Ribbon gives affection too, just not that kind of affection
>Ask, won't Cece interact with these monkeys again? Maybe hehehe Take advantage of the goodbyes. You can talk to everyone you want, even all at once. I don't mind doing more than one scene at a time.
>Depends on when it was. If it's pre-red Cece (Pic related), meaning the good, innocent girl she was before the world hardened her, I'd say yes.
Let's say yes, I like the plans I have for that storyline.
your writhing fingers mold your victim's torso like a clay vessel, compressing it laugh by laugh until you reshape them back into the compact overalled monster you first met.
Exhausted, they explain through tears, but in your party there was hesitation... and from Merlinus, outright refusal. Once again you must mediate. Facing the faceless mage in particular, who stares back at you with no expression.
>Merlinus Ribbon "Is... is that even a word...?" -feels like a solid no, but who knows... maybe it's some human expression- doesn't kek to me
What everyone agreed on was that they were one 'mute' away from being turned into a pile of ashes. Maybe you'd survive, or at least could return... but your friends didn't have that power.
(Then Little Red Riding Hood asserted her mind. She thought and thought, so much that everyone looked at her with interest...)
(Well... maybe Ribbon with some concern.)
>Ribbon "Uh... Dementi-?"
(And then came enlightenment!)
Sturlu "Eh?" -stops whimpering, now intrigued-
>Ribbon "R-really?"
>Merlinus "Which one."
>Sturlu Ribbon "U-uh... I-I don't know, Dementia..." -said the fairy-
(But Little Red Riding Hood anticipated the objections, and asked her first little friends to stay behind.)
"Y-you don't want me to go...?" -you're surprised and confused, they've been by your side since the beginning... well, almost- "but... w-what if you need healing, Dementia?" -tries to reason, they are your guide-
>Merlinus "It's fine." -he accepts without issue, you could leave him waiting another 80 years if you wanted-
>Sturlu gulp "I'm... not sure about this..."
Ribbon sweats upon hearing those words. If your main tool in the plan wasn't confident... she definitely wasn't either.
>VICTORY! >ITEM OBTAINED!: Weak solid knowledge. Energy originating from superior cosmic beings. Difficult to comprehend. (Consume it to slightly boost a party member's stats)
The light of the magic spotlight bathes you, surrounding you with golden magical dust.
>Dementia >EXP 100%! >Level +1!!! >HP 14 > 16 :D >DT 9 > 11 c: here come the jokes >ATT 115 > 120 :0 (128 with affection) >DEF 109 > 111 :)
>DEMENTIA LEARNS A NEW DT MOVE!: Dispel!
>Bonus! Roll a 3 and choose a previous stat to give it a boost
The second to be bathed in the spotlight's glow is Ribbon, who gives a little victory hop, with a twirl to increase the celebration.
>Ribbon "Yeepi!"
>Ribbon >EXP 100%! >Level +1!!!! >HP: 7 > 9 >DT: 5 > 7 >RIBBON LEARNS A NEW GUIDE MOVE!: Inform Dementia is the only one with DT, Ribbon uses fairy dust and Merlinus mana.I give DT to everyone because it's more convenient, but yes, it's unique to Dementia kek
>Merlinus: 20% EXP
>Sturlu (was the enemy, doesn't gain experience)
The light fades. The end of the chapter is finally a few steps away. You have the door before you, Sturlu swallows audibly.
>You feel as if once you cross this door, there will be no turning back. >Do you really want to enter? >[YES] ♡ [NO]
(Uh... And then Little Red Riding Hood found a bed next to the door!)
You hadn't seen it before. It was as if it had come out of nowhere.
Solitary, without pillows, it was a bare mattress as simple as the first one you had found...
And like this one, it was out of place. With a faint magical light bathing it like a slow shower of golden magic that invited you to lie down and regain your energy.
>You have found the temple bed. Save? [YES] - [NO]
>Who will stand guard? [Merlinus] - [Sturlu] - [Nobody]
...
>inventory 5/8 -slingshot "A hairpin with a handle to which the ends of a rubber band are attached to stretch it and shoot small stones, pellets." This is how the RAE describes it. Charia calls it 'the thing for shooting coconuts' (Ranged weapon. Equippable.)
-super mushroom A power-up and a heal at the same time. It grows in height and ability with a single bite, with a low healing bonus. (Heals 5HP. Increases your size and physical capabilities.)
-weak solid knowledge. Energy from superior beings of the cosmos. Difficult to comprehend. (Slightly improves the stats of a member of your party)
-fire flower Spicy, nutritious, bite it once and the fire power-up activates! (+3HP and become fire Dementia [single use])
-koopa leaf A leaf that koopas love to eat. It is said to be nutritious. (Recovers 3 DT)
>>1732 >You feel as if after passing through this door, there will be no turning back. >Do you really want to enter? >[YES] ♡ [NO]
>Ribbon "D-Dementia..." -she says, tugging on your cape-
Looking at her, she sees you with her big, shiny eyes.
"Promise me you'll be okay... Chi...?"
There really wasn't much for her to worry about. No matter what happened, you could simply retreat if things got too dire... but she still worried anyway.
>Merlinus "..."
He has no comment for you. But his gaze remains fixed on your face from a distance.
>Sturlu "Ahh... O-ok... Though I'm not too sure about this..." -he tugs at the collar of his shirt- "let's-a go..."
>[YES♡]
You push the gigantic door, which barely reaches the ceiling, opening it slowly to give Sturlu time to prepare his illusion. Stone scraping against stone screeches as the final hall of the temple is revealed to you.
A simple, round room. A circular platform in the center is bathed by sunbeams filtering through vines that cover the open ceiling in a way that seems almost planned. Ancient chisel drawings on the walls tell some legend with silhouettes. They are basic drawings you could make yourself... Some of these have what appears to be a hood.
The place seems to resonate with you in a way that's hard to explain. Something, not in your chest... but at the same time yes, reacts, connecting with the temple... Inviting you to step inside and take something, as if things were meant to be this way. As if it were written in stone.
But as your eyes follow the almost magnetic call of a mysterious nature. You see your space invaded.
On the rock altar in the center of the room stood a pedestal with engravings of dead languages, now empty. And that which demands to be taken by you, already shone enclosed, gleaming between five fingers...
>Sturlu "E-eh, Starlo! Eh, nice weather, don't you think?"
Starlo had the space stone in his hand. It was exactly like the one from the trial... but this one was real. You knew it. Somehow.
>Starlo "So you made it..."
He says, if you were to turn around, you would see the grim image of the human team, telling you, lying on the ground with their eyes closed. Cold and lifeless. The girl with a red hood was a reflection of a world where everything went wrong, where none of them had a pulse. Merlinus's eyes were barely a thin yellow line, and this Ribbon had seemed to leave with a tear on her cheek. >Sturlu "A-ah-ah" -gets flustered- "y-y-y-yes!" -suddenly raises his arms, stutters worse than a chainsaw. His brother scares him-
>Starlo "I didn't think you were capable..." -his head turns slowly, finally locking directly onto where you're standing- "And what about you, Little Red Riding Hood?"
It's impossible. It's supposed to be impossible. She's inside an illusion! You should be invisible to him.
>Sturlu "Oh, right. Neither did I, but I did it!" -realization dawns- "u-uh... D-did you... see it?"
Starlo snaps his fingers and dramatic organ music begins to play.
The ultimate villain descends the altar steps, dispelling the illusion with each step as easily as you would.
>Starlo "You and your magic are still a disappointment... I hope you don't mind if I take it." -extends his hand toward him-
>Sturlu "Oh no, no problem— AAAHHH!"
In an instant, Sturlu jerks upward as if struck by lightning, while a blue essence bursts from within him, flying toward Starlo's outstretched hand in a flash, entering it and vanishing—absorbed by the monochrome brother. Sturlu lands back on the ground, dizzy.
"Ahh..."
He collapses to the floor. He passed out. Starlo stands a few meters away from you.
>Starlo "I suppose that leaves us alone, Little Red Riding Hood... I must admit... Your plan wasn't terrible. Perhaps it wouldn't have failed if my poor brother hadn't created such crude illusions..."
He tosses the little stone upward, catching it a few times.
"Is this the object you long for? Do you perhaps plan to orchestrate some kind of odyssey in order to obtain the trio of divine stones without which you cannot materialize the goal you yourself don't yet understand?"
(...uh... Basically he's asking if you want to collect the stones for some reason.)
"Well now your plan has already succumbed to agony. The stone is in my hands... And with it, I shall control space itself."
"A fight would end in an all-too-obvious outcome..." -he says, shaking his head- "But..." -his hand moves to his chin, stroking his jaw as he considers- "it might be entertaining..." -he confirms, lowering his hand- "So... What do you plan to do?"
>[SURRENDER] ♡ [RESIST]
(Don't give up, Little Red Riding Hood! We don't know what he'll do with that stone!)
"I'm more into spiders—they're cool, smart, and also killing machines if needed," she confesses while practicing her swing against the air. The motion and sound she produces are solid. Any talent scout would latch onto her ankle and never let her go... until they noticed her gender. Girls don't play in the big leagues.
Game: Hide-and-seek. Punishment: Already agreed upon. But what if they find Chowder first?
"Well, Chowder'll just lick himself clean, duh," she rolls her eyes explaining it—it's obvious.
...
Splat. Roja stares at her plate, imagining the remains of that mixed mush piling up in trash bins. Bags and bags of rotten waste, gathering stench and resentment until it comes alive, turning into the Blob.
"The Blob, 1988 remake, super brutal," she says into the air. She dips her spoon, lifts it, then bends it with a finger, pointing it like a makeshift catapult at several people: Leslie, Frank, Amélie... At the last one, she gives a provocative smile that lingers for several seconds before she tires. Then Cece returns the spoon and abruptly shoves it between her lips. She chews, swallows. The splat is lumpy and ugly, but that's exactly how the Blob should taste—dissolved victims. "Brave New Love plays during the ending. Anyone wanna listen with me later? I pirated it onto my MP3."
They're not supposed to have time left, but the invitation stands for when she returns... because she already assumes they'll bring her back. That's just how lost cases work.
"Hey," says Alicia. "Tuck this under your skirt." She nods toward a knife. "Eyes are a good spot to stab... just in case."
You never know—the millionaire could be a pedophile. For Cece, it wouldn't be the first time an adoptive parent tried to get handsy. That's why Napoleon now carries nails. Of course... nobody believed her, once again they labeled her the perpetrator.
"Shut the hell up," she cuts off the congratulations sharply and keeps eating. She doesn't need this right now—it'd ruin her good day. "Want me to feed you, Molly?"
She doesn't mind doing it, but she knows Molly will surely say no.
"Then I'll force you to eat... Open up, I'm forcing you." Actually, she isn't doing anything to her, not even touching her. But Cece is determined to make the lying girl eat.
...
"Talk to me again when you're ready to leave, ppprrrrt" She imitates with a fart sound at the end. Roja rolls her eyes and claps once, sharply, trying to snap Alicia out of it. "Good grief, you're like a golem—speak like a human for once, damn it!"
Anyway, Cece had already planned to make a quick round before leaving. She doesn't intend to see many people; she still thinks she'll be gone at most a week. First, she stops by Marcy's place, near the shrink's office. The interaction is meant to be quick and sterile, no fanfare—Cece even adds a shrug as if it's no big deal, though deep inside her pulse quickens, since this is the first time she's showing her doodles to another living soul.
"Here."
She hands over a sheet of paper. Marcy can see the drawing with her one eye—or rather, the sketches (Open pic spoiler).
"So...?" She knows she won't get a reply, so she crosses her arms behind her head and keeps talking one-sidedly. "It's my OC... Her name is Dementia Hachasangrienta... You like?" She stares at the ceiling; maybe if they don't face each other it'll feel less embarrassing. "I was planning to use her in a comic or something... Or a movie if I ever win the lottery." She glances down slightly to peek at Marcy's reactions. "She's super strong, the strongest in the universe, wields a giant axe, and isn't afraid of anything... If she were here, she'd kick the asses of all those annoying adults, get us real food, and take us back to her place. She actually has parents who love her... Unlike us. Our parents are trash."
She gathers spit to spit it out, but swallows it instead and lowers her hands. Cece hates that abandonment still gets to her—she shouldn't care anymore, she's tough now.
"But whatever... In the end, it's just a dumb drawing I made. Keep it. I'd tell you not to tell anyone I drew it... But we both know you'll never do that."
Roja turns around and leaves. She has another appointment scheduled, one that gives her acid reflux, and with that girl she won't be as gentle as she was with Marcy. Time to dot the i's and cross the t's.
1/2
It's very late. I'll write the part with Amélie tomorrow. Hugs.Also, the Dementia thing is just a nod, nothing particularly deep, kek.
>>1738 >Cece Amélie was coming down the hall, doing the things Amélie usually does, when a nearby door opens and an unexpected hand drags her into the bedroom.
The un-kingdomed princess lands on her back on the carpet, a position in which a weight against her abdomen pins her down. She barely opens her eyes, only to discover Cece sitting on top of her, eyes narrowed and nose scrunched. Should Amélie make the slightest move to get up, Roja's hands grab her shoulders and force her to stay down.
"Shut your mouth and listen, I won't repeat myself" she warns and leans in, Roja's hair blocking the light and darkening Amélie's perception. "I don't hate you... I don't hate anyone... I have no enemies. Jason is a monster because they drowned him and then killed his mom... Do you catch my drift?"
She certainly doesn't.
"I treat you badly because you treat me badly. I give what I receive... That's all"
Cece pulls away, but remains straddling Amélie's waist.
"I never did anything to you, so what? You fuck with me for fun? Does it amuse you? Come on, spit out your reason, I don't care. Just get it off your chest once and for all"
And to avoid further misunderstandings.
"I kissed you to scare you... It worked with Cody, I thought you'd go away and stop bothering me"
>>1736 >>1737 >Dementia Maybe "destraicionar" isn't in any dictionary, but the girl of legends arrived to save the world, not to ask for forgiveness or permission from spelling.
"You'll do great, Sturlu." With pats, she shakes the dirt off him so he looks more presentable and confident. She takes off his cap, spits loudly into her palm, and uses the spit to slick his hair back. "Just be yourself, that works for me."
Ribbon has doubts. Dementia gives her a thumbs up.
"Don't worry, I'll make it work, I always find a way... And Ribbon... think fast!"
She throws the Weak Solid Knowledge at her face. The fairy is good at healing, what Dementia wants is for her fairy dust levels to increase. Meanwhile, she raises her ATT for herself. This is because Starlo's appearance made her want to hit something.
1d3 = 2
...
She doesn't complain about the bed appearing, it's useful for storage. Although she feels a bit sad leaving the dead hydra.
(But that's what they get for not giving me the stone!)
"Yeah, yeah, I'll be fine." She grabs Ribbon's face, squeezes her cheeks, and closes her eyes to give her a peck on the lips. Tender, innocent, like Kirby characters.
Sturlu and the hood cross into the next room. Sunlight breaks through the vines. There are reliefs on the walls, but Dementia is too busy executing her plan and has no chance to worry about what the walls tell.
Starlo remains in the center with the stone in his claws, and Sturlu begins to act with his illusions while the hood tries to approach the altar by going through the villain's blind spot, step by step.
(A little more... A little more and-)
"And you, Little Red Riding Hood?"
The mention startles her, then she plants a foot forward and brings her axe forward with both hands. Her hips move from left to right, the gesture of a seasoned warrior ready for battle. The girl's fierce gaze remains fixed on the villain even after Sturlu faints. She purses her lips when they mention three stones, she doesn't remember there being so many... But whether it's 3 or 300, Dementia's goal is to save the world from evil and go home. Nothing has changed.
Surrender or resist? That is the dilemma. The hood sighs, lowers her axe, and closes her eyes...
"It's true, you ruined my plan..."
She lets those words of defeat sink in, until she opens her eyes and bares her teeth in a smile.
"That's why I have a backup..."
She inhales deeply, her chest swells, she brings a hand to her mouth to act as a megaphone, and then... She shouts!
"HATREEEEEEED SMELLS LIKE UNWASHED PANTS!"
The young woman's voice is like thunder.
"HATREEEEEEED IS A SENILE OLD FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!"
The echoes persist like waves of iron, until Dementia is left with her tongue hanging out, panting. She then starts moving from left to right like a goalkeeper waiting for a goal, her gaze fixed on Starlo, or more specifically on whatever might appear behind him.
Dementia will resist and do what it takes to win! Even if it means tempting the gods!
>>1738 Bug hunting was what inspired Pokémon—an activity from childhood that the small group you'd formed plans to do... though maybe you can't attend since you're leaving on a trip. Those who don't know assume it's because you probably don't like bugs.
>Lee Elena "Does it bug you?" —she asks casually, not to laugh... or maybe she is, she's teasing—
>Lee "N-N-no- no—" —raises his head slightly to seem credible, but it's hard, as if fighting gravity; it wobbles up and down a few centimeters while he answers—
Chowder and Molly look at him suspiciously. Elena has a way of clearing up doubts. She points her finger near Lee's shoe.
>Elena "Look, a spider!"
>Lee "IIII!"
He shrieks like a little girl and jumps sideways, balancing on the very tip of one foot, torso and arms stretched away from the supposed spider, trying to flee with every inch of his body from such a beast.
>Elena "The one that tricks you! Hahahaha!"
Elena and Molly burst into laughter, Lee's face turns red until his ears become little glowing hot irons. He lowers his head in utter shame, while Chow desperates with head shakes and hands on hips, letting out a sigh. His student still has a long way to go.
>Molly "Lee's scared of insects, spiders, jam, and wooooomen!" —she says, hopping on one foot, alternating little steps—
>Lee "..." —curls into a ball, even Molly bullies him now—
The stipulated punishment comes under scrutiny by the potentially penalized.
All agreeing in their own way at the same time "Ahh" "well" "yeah" "sure" "makes sense to me" "it'll be Lee anyway"
>Lee "H-huh?"
Who said that? Nobody owns up.
...
Misery. Have you ever tasted misery? Yeah, it's one you know well—it's the daily dish. Must be that taste of stale bread, or boiled water, all they usually have. Or this thing now lying on your plate, the ravenous stain, a good comparison. It earns you some looks; Nick stares with confusion, the look of someone who doesn't know, Elena gazes at the ceiling, scrunching her chin as she thinks with that expression of 'rings a bell but I can't place it', Marcy gives you a quick glance—you couldn't tell what kind of expression it was because she looked away fast. Molly nods her head.
>Molly "Mega brutal. Yeah, totally." —has zero clue—
Alicia snorts through her nose, gives you a half-smile for a second and opens her mouth... only to give up halfway and look away. If she knows something, she's keeping it to herself. Meanwhile, you're playing tin marín with your utensil. Leslie tenses up, raising her hands like a karateka in defense, Frank ignores you, Amélie worsens her already bad expression. Her lips pucker at the corners, giving her a look of uncomfortable disgust, while her fingers threateningly grip the plastic fork they gave her... it'd be a blob duel if that's what you wanted. But you don't. You eat normally. That doesn't wipe the look off her face, but it does leave an overly greasy, salty taste in your mouth. Like they spilled the saltshaker into the mix. Somehow, though the texture is sticky, the rice also feels dry. When you swallow, it feels heavy, and the aftertaste is kind of pasty. It's one of those crap dishes that needs a gulp of water with every bite.
>Molly Lee "Uh..." —wants to lie down already— >Chowder Nom nom nom -can't eat and listen at the same time-
>Nick "Do you have the Kanye workout plan?" -he's athletic-
>Elena "Oh, only if you help me practice my stand up. I won't get out of poverty."
>Leslie "Mp3...?" -mumbles, rubbing his chin with a devilish grin, what if he steals it?-
>Alicia "Oh, I could! I'd love to participate in your favorite activities... Excuse me, Elena..."
>Elena "Eh, it's okay."
>Alicia "Seriously, forgive me. I could listen to you, if that's what you'd like..."
>Elena "Seriously, it's okay."
>Alicia "No, really... If you wanted to hang out with Roja, I wouldn't want to..." -Amélie has a tic in her eye, seeing her talk makes her sick and angry-
>Elena "Aww, it's okay, Ali. I forgive you."
>Alicia Sigh "I'm sorry, really... I'm sorry." -she stops, Elena rolls her eyes-
Leslie "Suuure." -he says, twirling his plastic fork to gesture- "She's toooo good for congratulations. That's why they keep electin'-"
SPLAT
He's silenced when his face is covered in that shitty rice, as he rushes to get it off, his eyes go to the culprit. The blonde with the bun, who now looks annoyed with him and not you. Leslie, who had already swatted the food away from his face, yells at the perpetrator.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!"
The blonde wouldn't give reasons, soon after she'd leave, ignoring the 'HEY, COME BACK HERE' and similar complaints with more colorful words from the problematic little guy. When he quiets down, it's silent, and you can focus on the little one next to you.
>Molly Alicia "Maybe you should try another approach, Roja... Look..."
She turns to her own little girl, Lily. If Molly was a lie, she was innocence, but they had in common that this food repelled them.
"Lily, why don't you eat a little...? To grow big and strong you have to eat." -the typical parent line-
>Lily "I don't wanna...."
>Alicia "It's okay... Hmm..." -she looks up with her eyes and puts a finger on her chin- "Oh, I know!" -she exclaims, pretending to have an idea- "How about this?"
She has Lily's full attention, Alicia grabs the spoon sideways and moves it in the air like making waves.
"The airplane! Prrr~" -she makes noises with her little lips as she brings the spoon closer-
>Lily "Heh- hahaha, yeah-"
She opens her mouth wide in joy, Alicia takes the opportunity and puts the spoon in. Lily's eyes widen, when she pulls her arm back, the spoon is clean, the baby swallows with effort and sticks out her tongue, closing her eyes tightly in disgust.
"Aagh..."
Alicia looks worried.
>Alicia "Oh dear..." -she won't give her any more, she looks at you- "uh... But... Do you see?"
Molly, who had been watching with her lips still pursed, turns to look at you, you notice sweat trickling down her forehead. The unbeatable tactic could be applied to her.
...
Alicia goes into video game mode.
>Alicia Amélie "UGH..." -she shivers-
>psychologist "Marcy~"
Amélie looks at her strangely, Marcy hides her face behind her notebook and runs into the office, making the perverted little girl have to get out of the way. The door closes behind her.
"Ohh, dear~ don't cry~"
The one with the bun faced the door with disdain. She turned abruptly and headed for the dorms.
>>1739 In the dorm hallway, Amélie walked with clear disgust. Her gaze denoted an existential weariness, and her bangs created a horizon of shadows over her little face. She didn't even react to the door opening, which doubles the surprise as she's ripped from her path and subjected to your gaze of anger, which she soon imitates.
But in the orphanage, she was the only one who could follow you and inherit, she soon surprised you, reversing the situation. Now she was on top of you.
>Amélie "What are you doing?"
She asked you with her piercing eyes and a voice as rough as sandpaper. You weren't going to stay like this, you flip her over once more, she groans and you catch her firmly.
"Hey-"
I'll write the part with Amélie for you tomorrow. Okies kek hug
>The Dementia thing is just a nod, not something particularly transcendental, kek. No problemo, I get it. Dementia exists and was going to be a constant in all the stories somehow like Link anyway keksito For example, if the other nigga didn't loltroll me and stayed, she was going to be the inspiration for a legend and the reason why red hoods are used in the ceremony. Like Wind Waker, let's kek
Dementia is the most important Little Red Riding Hood, but not the first. That's another from a prequel I might never do. Little Yellow Riding Hood.
So, Dementia is the one from OoT and Little Yellow Riding Hood is the one from Skyward Sword keksito.
>And Cece? Uh... The one from the Zelda animated series kek
>>1741 >>1743 >Cece Kanye workout plan? Shakes her head. She doesn't even know what it is. Chews, swallows, water. Functional combination.
"I don't like stand up..."
She knows she's saying heresy to Elena, but it's true. She gets sleepy imagining herself sitting in front of an idiot with a microphone. Chucky makes her laugh, sometimes Art too, but for obvious reasons it's a very different humor than Elena's.
"Eye, knife, stab. It's not rocket science"
Like Elena, Cece rolls her eyes. Alicia is exasperating sometimes, but at least she can be reasoned with, unlike Leslie when he gets hysterical. Cece doesn't even bother to look at the screeching dwarf, she's now focused on Molly.
She presses the spoon against the girl's lips, but they remain inviolable. Alicia comes up with a new tactic that Roja could try, and the capeless hood watches the example with Lily.
Monkey see, monkey do, Cece nods. She turns back to Molly, loads the spoon with new mush, brings her other hand to her mouth, now a little fist, and with her tongue produces a whistle that tries to resemble radio static.
"Pszzzzt, this is Malaysia Airlines Flight 777, en route to its destination, over"
The spoon zigzags in front of Molly's attentive face.
"Pszzzzt, preparing for- One moment... Oh my God! What is that?! It's huge! It's-!"
Dramatic pause.
"It's Mollyzylla, the mutant dinosaur! Here it comes, it's approaching, my face is burning from its atomic breath! It will devour us! Tell my wife I love her! Ackrrr-!"
She brings the plane to the maw. Will the dramatization be a success like Lilly's, or a brutal failure?
...
Mercy's thing went... Well, she supposes. The girl with the patch is hard to read, but she ended up keeping the drawing and showing herself unusually happy. Cece returned the smile with a slight blush and scratching one side of her face with her finger, sharing drawings isn't something she can get used to in the short term.
What she does have practice in is wrestling with Amélie. She knows that if she plants her knee against the ribs, she can gain an advantage and regain her position on top. She knows it's essential to maintain eye contact, recognizing where those blue eyes are going gives important clues about the blonde's next moves. She also knows she has to grip the wrists firmly, because who knows what Amélie keeps in her pockets. "they're not stupid, stupid." Movies are precious to Cece, probably because they're her ideal form of escapism. She gathers saliva, lets a heavy drop fall, hanging over Amélie's face like a viscous pendulum, and just a second before it detaches... she retracts the spit into her mouth and swallows.
(build bridges, Cece, don't pour gasoline and set them on fire)
though maybe it's already too late for that.
"Alice might be boring and scatterbrained, but she's not bad," she says—and reflexively tightens her grip on Amélie's wrists when the other insists she's her only friend. "Shut up... I don't want a friend who just treats me slightly less badly than everyone else. If that's all you've got to offer, keep it with fries."
She suddenly lets go of her hands as if they were acidic. But she doesn't get off her yet—instead stares down with a furrowed brow, perhaps reconsidering the idea of spitting right in her face.
"you were always so repulsive, and now you come at me with this nonsense about loving me... make up your mind, crazy bitch!"
She moves her face closer and presses her nose against Amélie's with a force that could be painful. She grits her teeth, grabs her by the collar. Perfect distance for a headbutt, perfect for a bite, perfect for a thousand painful gestures.
"come on, I dare you! Say you're friends with this dirty, rude tomboy you never wanted to see again!"
Cece has already reached a conclusion. This is just another one of Amélie's tricks—to confuse her and fuck with her before leaving. That's the only thing that makes sense; everything else is dribble. She pulls away and lets out a scornful gasp.
"you know it's my room—you know I'm the only one with taste in this shithole," the posters on the wall bear witness.
Cece's posture weakens; all the energy and drive she brought with her vanishes as she tries to make sense of the blonde's scheming. Exhausted, Red slips and collapses to the side like a starfish. She stares at the ceiling, where there are posters too, her gaze focusing on the horrifying collage of 13 ghosts.
She decides to just lie there and kill time until it's time to leave. Let Amélie get the hell out whenever she feels like it—she's already tired of her presence.
...
>the inspiration of a legend <and then the legendary Little Red Riding Hood grabbed the queen's ass!
>Merlinus "Yes." -calms her- "Solid knowledge. Very rare... Brings clarity. And benefits."
>Ribbon "I see everything. I see everything. I see everything."
>Sturlu "Huh? What does that mean?"
>Merlinus "I don't know." -bruh-
>Ribbon +2 to all stats!
Ribbon's little eyes return to normal. She blinks several times, still dazed.
"Fairy?"
>Ribbon Takes a breath "W-WHAT WAS THAT?!" -she exclaims, waving her little arms-
>Sturlu "Was it ugly?"
>Ribbon "Huh?" -she's surprised, makes an 'o' with her mouth. She thinks for a second- "W-well... no..." -now that you ask- "but... uh... Weird."
>Bonus: roll 3
>GREAT! Attack +3! (roll 131 with affection) Now your weaker attacks (that don't miss) do 3 damage, when with a roll of 100 they were critical120 is your minimum for critical with your 3 luck, I'm writing it down to remember
After finishing the improvement, it was time to act. Only one door separates you from your greatest enemy. Ribbon requires you... because she loves you, and doesn't want to see you hurt. You face the fairy, who is overly worried, and you cup her chubby cheeks as always.
>Ribbon "Hmm..." -she makes noises that she doesn't like it, she's irritable and thinks this isn't the time-
They are the perfect squishy, soft, chubby, and very moldable. That they are tied to that tender baby who looks at you with concern is a plus that you reward with a surprising kiss.
It's fleeting, like a light touch to her small, innocent lips, which, still unsuspecting, welcome you with their natural softness. Ribbon's heart leaps the instant you pull away, the shared moisture being the first traces on both of your lips I guess kek
(...I didn't see that coming.)
Ribbon, who was stunned, glows for a second.
>Ribbon +2 HP!
>Merlinus "Healing magic... I've never seen that method."
Sturlu didn't understand anything, kisses are alien to him. And... Ribbon wasn't far from them. Her little fingers rest on her philtrum, as if forming cages over her lips to trap that sensation. The little wings she has start to flap at full speed like a little bug gaining momentum, making the air vibrate with that strange, characteristic hum.
>Ribbon "I-is that a human greeting, Dementia...?"
Because in her world, as far as she knows, only the king and queen kissed. After that, you look at the bed. You can SAVE. Even though you don't describe going to sleep, it seems that just deciding to do so is enough.
>[HP/DT 100% (entire party)] >[GAME SAVED]
You feel revitalized. You feel ready. And everything else. With your DETERMINATION and your plan, you enter the room of the stone to try to snatch it from the monster's hands. But it all fell apart when you went against an experienced mage, who draws the line of the end.
Surrender or resist. He didn't leave you many options, he had foiled your plans, he had won!
>Starlo Thor "I have come to put an end to those who oppose my father."
(gulp)
>Starlo "Ahh... and I thought it was too soon to oppose the gods..."
What you never imagined happens. When you look to the side, the monochrome mage is fighting alongside you.
"I'm afraid, Little Red Riding Hood... that if you don't help me, we will both die."
You were facing Odin's champion. The killer of a thousand Jotuns, the exterminator of the world serpent. If you were the girl of legends, he was THE MAN of legends. And his new job was... to eliminate both of you. Starlo is also anti Odin for his final plans kek
Thor steps forward with Mjolnir. Every step he takes causes lightning and rumbles with its respective thunder.
>Starlo "Magic shield."
He starts with support. He snaps his fingers, and both you and he are surrounded by an almost transparent sphere that increases defense. It would be the shield of the most powerful mortal mage against the invincible hand of the Norse pantheon's assassin.
>Thor "How boring..."
Wishing to finish this quickly to go drink in Asgard, Thor raises his hammer. Towards the sky.
"God's strike."
1d250 = 43
He speaks with little interest, conjuring his attack.
STATS
>Dementia >Level 5 (50% EXP) >HP 16/16 :D >DT 11/11 c: here come the jokes >ATT 131 (123+8 with pets) >DEF 131 (111 +20 for three turns due to magic shield) it wasn't on purpose kek
>DT Moves: -charge: +1 attack (1 DT) -great rift: Creates a rift that causes a painful earthquake! (-2 HP to all enemies) (3 DT) Luck: 3 -dispel: uses your DETERMINATION to remove the effects of: fear, strange, confused, drowsy, asleep, embarrassed, blinded, silenced, cautious, tired, enraged, crying, drunk, hangover, fallen, or depressed from the entire party. (2 DT)
Starlo: Defense: 1d160 = 46 I didn't expect this to happen honestly
Elena just glares at him intensely while he's all giggly. Alicia shrinks in her seat, knowing she can't control Leslie—he's too much for her. And the guy made sure to sit between two girls who wouldn't lay a finger on him, a baby like Lily and... Marcy, who's just Marcy.
Alicia would once again prove herself a coward when you invite her to stand up. She asks you to repeat it, and you don't mind doing so.
Alicia Molly (avoidable kek) "...bitch..." -repeats like a parrot, quietly, new word learned-
Elena laughs.
Leslie "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?!"
Elena "Nothing." -shrugs, making the midget growl-
The lying girl is very hungry, needs to eat to grow, and in a move of utmost interest to Alicia, you appear willing to feed her. You fail miserably. Her lips are sealed, but Alicia didactically shows you that maybe you'd be better received if you were an airport.
It's your turn to try, Molly sweats at your decision. Your spaceship carries a cargo of ugly rice dangerously approaching the triangle of lies. You make a fricative sound, and Alicia, Molly, and even Lily look equally curious—fully immersed in the act.
Alicia "Uh~" -sounds pleasantly impressed-
The plane maneuvers back and forth, Molly's eyes tracking it like a heat-seeking missile.
Molly "ROAAAR!"
She opens her mouth wide in a roar that, if you were as much of a liar as her, you could say was terrifying. Alicia claps her hands together and tilts her head, charmed, but for Russell Casse's plane, it's an opportunity. You can slip the spoon past her tiny teeth. She closes her mouth and stares at you as she recalculates. You pull the spoon out—it's now clean. Alicia laughs joyfully and Lily claps while Molly takes care of the rest.
"..." -she lifts her head slightly and makes an effort, swallows it like a pill, feeling as if she just consumed something three times bigger than reality...-
Gulp
She swallows noisily, straightening her face.
"It's... good..." -said the lying girl, tearing up-
Lily "Yeeeeeepiii!"
Alicia "Jiji..." -pleased with your performance- "that was so sweet, Red..."
...
Marcy is someone very distant, doesn't speak, doesn't socialize, she's just there, drawing, neither adding nor subtracting from the group. That's what most people would tell you—that she's only there to make up the numbers since she lost her voice. After so much time being ignored, you did something no one else took the time to do. You approached her, and let her know you see her. And just like that, you became perhaps the only person who saw her smile in a long time...
It's a small mood boost before another goodbye. Maybe useful to withstand the blow to morale that was coming.
A confrontation. You're up, down, and once again on top. The blonde gives up, willing to talk... starting, of course, on the wrong foot by criticizing your constant comparisons.
>Amélie <They're not stupid, stupid
"..."
Let that slide, it seems you took it very personally. But she doesn't let your bubble-drop threat slide. The girl twists her eyebrows and doesn't hide in the slightest that her reaction is one of zero fear and complete anger.
"Don't you dare!"
You suck, you save. It's not that you don't dare, but something more complex. Likewise, she looks at you with disgust, and reproaches your actions with excessive disdain.
"You're so dirty..."
<Alicia might be a bit bland and scatterbrained, but she's not bad
She looks at you suspiciously, her eyes narrowed and her tongue ready, sharpened to the max to question you. The more you shake her ideas with your hands, closing tightly on her wrists, the more surprised she is, her eyebrows raised to the highest, her eyes reaching their limit diameter.
<Shut up... I don't want a friend who treats me any less badly than the rest, if that's all you have to offer me, keep it with fries
And then, her eyebrows curve, she looks horrified.
"...? -she gets angry again, changes emotions as if nothing- "it's her, isn't it...?, She- she's keeping you away from me, she- she's your 'new friend', isn't she?" -her voice sounds almost desperate- "She's ruining everything. You- you too..."
You let her go. You don't want to touch her anymore, with so much pressure you could feel the cuts under her sweater, you probably opened one too, they're fresh. They're always fresh.
<You were always so repulsive and now you come to me with this nonsense about loving me... Get your act together, crazy!
"Me?" -she startles- "I've always loved you...! Or don't you realize it?, Or do you think someone else loves you?, That someone else truly loves you? Nobody loves you... Nobody. Only me, Cecilia..."
Her eyes are desperate, as if begging you to believe her, one hand reaches for yours, but you don't give her room. You corner her, you grab her. You succeed, between the pain, and the rough handling, her little face turns one of total terror.
<Come on, I dare you! Say you're friends with this dirty, rude dyke you never wanted to see again!
"Cecilia... Why are you doing this to me?, Why? Why? Why?" -she repeats alarmed, and in rapid succession, as if having a nervous breakdown. She's unstable... maybe indecipherable-
You let her go, you step away, you pant, she's still on the floor. It's your room, you confirm and let yourself fall. Defeated without throwing a punch. The artificial sky is a nest of screams, very fitting for the chaos of this whole encounter. Amélie accompanies you in staring at the ceiling.
"Cecilia... What happened to us...? I... I love you so much..."
Once upon a time... a long time ago. An orphanage where many children lived happily.
One day, a new girl arrived at the house, she was blonde, very beautiful and always wore a blue bow that fit her so well it seemed part of her.
Once she arrived, she met Cece the unfortunate girl.
>Amélie "How do you call yourself? Do you want to be my friend...?"
The unfortunate girl accepted. Committing the worst mistake of her short life.
Soon, she discovered that the beautiful girl was very strange. With days, when they walked together, she taught her things. On the way to school, there was a dog that always barked at them, Amélie gave her a sausage.
>Amélie "Give it to the puppy." -she asked with a smile-
...
One morning, she took you to jump between rocks that crossed from one side of the lake to the other. At the end, there lay two forgotten fishing rods.
"Let's go fishing!"
She exclaimed, taking one of the rods.
"Fish with me, Cecilia, fish with me! It will be fun!"
...
"Come on, come on, Cecilia, come!"
In a night of desperation, between tears, Amélie took you out of the orphanage and ran you to the city church. She gave you some rocks, and she picked up one herself, throwing it against the sacred building.
"¡JAH!"
She launched with force, hitting the wall.
"¡PÚDRANSE!" -she screamed- "¡DILES QUE SE PUDRAN, CECILIA!" -she grabs another from the floor and throws it with force- "¡AAHH!" -she screams in a tearing way, the second stone destroys a window- "God is not here, Cecilia..."
Until she ends up on top of you. Her eyes... empty. Her voice... a somewhat disturbing sigh. Her fingers, if you let them, gently caress your face with tenderness while she proceeds to whisper.
"I think... I think I deserve an apology... Stop making a scene, okay...? You have to admit that I'm good to you... I never did anything wrong... You mean more to me than anything in the world... Don't you realize? That's why I act like this... please... Are you really willing to stop being my friend?, Why?, For a push?, For some rudeness?, Would you end all this for such a silly thing?"
She gets closer... Her eyes get teary.
"Cecilia... I know you love me..."
Her fingers go under your hair, letting her silk pass between these while the blonde separates her lips, hitting you with a warm breath at the same time as she releases her tongue, which desires you... Which desires that you desire her. She approaches, with her mouth open.
The door to your room, like all of them, creaks as it slowly opens. Alicia peeks in, startled by what she sees.
>Alicia "Oh! Oh-"
Amélie turns quickly, surprised, and freezes upon seeing the blonde. you decide if the kiss happened or not
"Uh..." -she brings her hands to her lap, uncomfortable- "Am I interrupting something...?" -she asks, nervous- "no... I don't want to bother you, Red... but... we have to leave now to catch the bus... So... Uh... I'll... I'll wait for you outside...?"
... I'm cutting all of that scene and the time in between so it resolves naturally by roleplaying it, I'm fast-forwarding to later, when they're going to the bus
Later, they were sitting at the bus stop. Alicia sighs, looks at the sky. It was starting to get quite cloudy... the blonde smiles, it seemed like a big rain was coming. And while that wasn't a reason to smile -unless you strictly follow the 'put on a brave face in bad weather' motto-, it feels good to know she had a good idea. She extends the gray plastic bag she was carrying.
>Alicia "Here..."
She waits for you to take it. If you do, and look inside, you'd find a piece of intensely red fabric. If you take it out of its 'packaging', you'd find a hood... weird.
"...surprise..." -she says, doing jazz hands- "it's... normal for sisters to gift each other clothes... this... this is the hood I arrived at the orphanage with... it never fit me... B-but I think it's your size..."
When she was little, she was too small for it. And then she was too big. Alicia is a somewhat tall child. Inb4 crack theories: Is Alicia the real Little Red Riding Hood in this universe?Nah. Fate made the hood fall into Cece's hands.
"Do you like it...?"
Maybe yes, maybe no. The important thing is that the bus finally arrives, Alicia spots it and jumps up excitedly, raising her arm.
"Here, here!"
The bus obviously notices her, stopping in front of you with the classic metallic sigh before opening its doors. Alicia looks at you, smiling.
"Come on, Red. This is ours."
She extends her hand, in case you want to take it... If you don't, she doesn't make a fuss, just retracts it awkwardly and stands up.
"I'll pay, come on..."
She's one of the ones who works. She climbs the steps and talks to the fat driver.
"Hello..." -she looks at you- "Red, go pick a seat while I pay, okay...?" -she gives you a smile and continues-
You look down the aisle of the bus. It's... it's completely empty. You can take any seat... and no matter which seat you take, the blonde would arrive shortly after to take the one next to it.
"It'll take... It'll take a while, Red. It's a trip... We'll get there tomorrow, so... uh... yeah."
She takes off her backpack, puts it aside. She decides to check inside. You hear something like a plastic bag, she pulls out a bag of savory crackers from inside. She hands it to you.
"Here..."
Generic ones.
"I... I know it's not much... but... it's better than eating... that stuff from today." -even though you did eat, she's worried- "Dad is... the owner of Starlo Industries, did you know?" -she asks- "maybe you never saw them because... it's good food, and..." -she looks down- "we never got anything like that at our house..."
She's very chatty. Maybe it's because there's nothing else to do now. She looks at you hopefully again, she doesn't want to dampen the mood.
"What do you think Dad will be like...?"
She has a lot more to say. The question is whether you have the patience.
>Sleep? (End of prologue) 3/3 When you want to cut, just do it and we'll jump straight into the beginning kek
<And then the legendary Little Red Riding Hood grabbed the queen's ass! The narrator has decided to omit some details to maintain the heroism kek
>aldo Happy 27th anniversary of Zelda OoT! Great inspiration for roleplaying. Just for today! Reply to this post (no need to reply to turns) by rolling a 3 or less within 24 hours to receive a RARE OBJEEEEEEECT and a bonus from the die roll to any Dementia stat. Just choose it. That's all, I'll reply to meta stuff after the following turns. I want to resume Omori before doing that.
Okay, OP, here it goes, a 1d3 = 1 for Dementia's attack. And since you've surely already seen the pics, I'll tell you that I consider the casting for the new movie surprisingly ideal. I mean, I didn't expect Link, Zelda, and Impa to look so good with their live-action actors. I'm still distrustful of the director, but hopefully, they do a good job with the movie, since it won't get the same leniency as the Mario one.
They literally have the potential to create a new Lord of the Rings.
>>1745 >Dementia If she dies and comes back, you could say she saw the future. But she'd be abusing the concept, she's a spoiled brat who knows her lack of clairvoyance.
"What I can do..." She puts her hand on Sturlu's shoulder. Dementia is very touchy if not stopped, as Merlinus found out. "Is give shape to the future... With my axe!"
With her free hand she raises Cariñitos.
"And with your magic!" She points at Ribbon.
"And with your magic!" She points at Merlinus.
"And with your magic!" She retracts and points at Sturlu, placing the blade too close to his chin. Dementia looks at the ceiling and pouts. "Now that I say it out loud, it's a bit repetitive."
She has to teach Ribbon to use nunchucks or something. The fairy looks capable, especially after taking Solid Knowledge to the face.
"Good thing it wasn't GASEOUS Knowledge, eh, eh." With her fists on her hips and a wide smile, she leans in and wiggles her eyebrows. Yes! Dementia knows the states of matter! And how is that possible? She surely learned it on her travels with her father, or in her mother's private lessons. Dementia was never accepted into any school, not even the infamous public educational centers. Too wild for Viking instruction, the teachers said.
But those teachers were blind, because in the hood dwells a great heart. Capable of destruction, yes, but also of love, and as proof, the sweet kiss she presses onto the fairy's plump lips. A moment Dementia dedicates solely to her dear companion, the world yields, the universe disappears, and the hood lifts her right leg back at the same time her mouth makes a smooch sound. She pulls away, leaving one with the other's lip dew.
Dementia's kisses heal!
"That's new," she comments with a calm smile and her hands on her hips. "Human greeting...? Nah, it's just for special people."
And Ribbon is very, very special.
...
"My race isn't vile!" She points at Starlo. "You are the vile one!" With shouts, she sets the backup plan in motion, trusting that the spear will arrive and split Starlo in half, then Dementia would emerge from the temple with the stone and look for her friends to celebrate, drinking milk chocolate and marshmallows. However, the plan goes awry once again.
"A-Ah!" she exclaims upon seeing the man appear. That's not the long thing she wanted! Dementia buries Cuddles in the ground to use as an anchor and resist the gale, her cape and hair fluttering in the wind.
A new threat forces Starlo to stand by her side, but that doesn't stop Dementia from giving him a look of distrust.
"Alright, first we'll destroy that lanky, freckled dork, and then I'll destroy you, mustachioed dwarf dork... You'll never be my friend, Starlo! Because you're ugly and also mean, and even if you weren't, I still don't like you." She clarifies and sticks out her tongue, making a farting sound.
And since Starlo isn't her friend, Dementia allows herself to fight with her disregard level at 200%. She begins with an improvised technique...
"Malevolent Shield activated!"
Wow, it seems the hood can also summon shields. Starlo sees Dementia jump and land behind him, then a hand grabs him by the back of his clothes. The hood lets out a war cry as she lunges forward, using Starlo as a battering ram (Uses charge).
1d131 = 44 1d131 = 119
Jump!
She's still in the air with Starlo, falling towards Thor. Dementia moves her arm in a swift chop, the fastest witnessed to date, a blurry, almost light-speed trail that impresses with its uselessness...
Cuddles impacts Starlo's back, crossing between molecules so extremely fast that they don't understand what happened and don't even flinch (Insert image of a molecule shrugging), the blade exits through the front, continuing its path towards Thor's face. The hood slightly slows her arm to exit ultra-inertia-harmlessness and reach mortal-super-inertia levels.
>>1746 >>1747 >Cece "Hey! I didn't say it was crap" She squints and points a fork at Leslie. She hates it when people jump on her bandwagon or put words in her mouth, even if this isn't exactly the case. She crosses her arms behind her head and leans back in the chair. "It's just taste and that's all"
Alicia, with her hands over her heart, is a victim of shock from Roja's words. The non-hat woman waves a doll as if dismissing it.
"Ghostface, Scream, 1996. Not by any means the best, but they had a style of stabbing that we can all aspire to" As she says "we can all aspire to", Cece makes a sweeping motion in the air with her open hand.
By now Alicia should know that Cece is a fan of horror movies, and has seen every kind of violence in them. It's a form of learning, like with curses. Cece sees it as a good thing that Molly expands her repertoire, not always will she be there to insult for her.
Cece isn't pretty. Everyone at the orphanage can agree with that information. But for Alicia, the demonstration she gives by feeding Molly is adorable.
"Pretty? What? Don't spit out trash. At all" She looks at him sideways without much attention and soon returns to the lying child, catching her with tummy tickles. "They're being digested, ooooh, the gastric juices melt their bones, oooh! They scream and shoot fireworks, but nothing can stand against Mollyzilla"
Maybe Roja can be pretty, but always unintentionally.
...
In the same way that Amélie asked her to do things (And Roja did, like giving the hot dog to the puppy), Cece asked her.
"Stop screaming."
"Stop breaking windows."
"Stop cutting yourself, you idiot!"
But those words never seemed to sink in, they disappeared in Amélie, or rather it was the girl who was lost. Since Roja never understood where that attitude and darkness came from, she started to get annoyed with the opaque glass that was Amélie, and between them the gentle rubs turned into thorns.
But in the present, the touch of ice became soft for the first time in a long time...
Like with Maria, Cece freezes under the touch, because this gesture -so small yet powerful- turns the closeness into a position where both can express more than the usual and reliable hostility. Amélie meets a face sunk in shock, and lips slightly open ideal for indulging to the fullest. If she had hurried a little more, Cece would have resisted nothing, and like a doll she would have ended up lying with the young perverse's tongue profaning her mouth and her moans.
It's the sound of Alicia's steps, like a stone breaking a spell, that returns control to Cece along with the instinctive feeling that what is happening is wrong. Amélie isn't a mantis like Maria, but she's not a butterfly either.
"My name... Is... CECE!"
As Amélie's mouth consumes hers, Roja pushes her off strongly, cutting off the impure demonstration of desire. Alicia witnesses the gesture at the same time as Cece stands up, bites her lip without daring to look at the child, her heart pounding, confused and hurting.
"I don't know if I want you, Amélie... You worry me, that's for sure. And I wish you would learn to love yourself"
She walks to the door, grabs Alicia's arm, gives her a "shut up" look, and drags her away from the scene.
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I'll respond to the rest tomorrow. Good night, opecin.
>>1750 Good keks, I said "within the next 24 hours" and you did manage to reply before they passed, so you get the bonus anyway.
>I'll tell you that I consider the casting for the new movie surprisingly ideal Really, the young Zelda is identical, and the one they chose for Link has that typical Wii Link face kek, all that's left is to dress him up.
Although I haven't seen anything about Impa... No idea there.
>I'm still distrustful of the director, but hopefully they do a good job with the movie, since it won't have the same leniency as the Mario one. Tss... I feel like it'll be average. Nothing bad, but not memorable either. It's not because I'm pessimistic, it's just that for some reason, I feel like that'll be the case.
>They literally have the potential to create a new Lord of the Rings. That's true. Hopefully they achieve it, I really want to be wrong about my assumption this time.
>>1752 Thanks, my dark-skinned friend. I really needed those good wishes that night kek I slept so well aa I hope you were able to rest too! <3 Take advantage of your next turn and roll the new Dementia attack die as a reroll. You were supposed to use a 132 die for the special bonus.
>>1752 >>1748 >Cece A stop sign, a bench, and a young girl looking at the landscape with her face resting in her palm. She seems focused on the cloudy sky, but her thoughts go beyond that, back to her orphanage room. As she recalls, she asks herself: "What the hell was all that...?"
Alicia calls her and hands her a small bag. Cece's expression relaxes, still serious she accepts the package and checks it, taking out the contents and holding up the red fabric in front of her. She exchanges glances between the cloak and Alicia, it's obvious that Cece doesn't know what to say.
"I don't have anything to give you in return" That's the first thing she thinks, whether she likes it or not is secondary. She folds the fabric and hands it back. "Keep it until you get something for me... That's fair"
The bus stops, Alicia extends her hand. Cece furrows her brow.
"Okay, but let it be on record that I think it's a bit gay"
She grabs her hand. Step by step, Alicia is entering the red concrete cube! Cece goes with her towards the bus stairs.
"Where did you get the money?"
She listens and enters to choose a seat. She picks a pair of the second to last ones, and takes a seat near the window. Alicia joins her soon and offers some cookies. Cece grabs a handful and stuffs them in her mouth. She makes noise chewing and swallowing.
"Still isn't your dad, he has to get to know us first, maybe we won't like him" She says and plants the carrot and palms on the window glass. She tries to see the orphanage from there. "Or in my case... You'll be fine, adults tolerate you"
Tolerating is something adults don't do with Cece. A pop sound occurs as she separates her cheeks from the glass. She looks back, towards Alicia.
"I don't know how it'll be, but if the old man touches you where he shouldn't, you tell me. Do you understand? Tell me. I'll shove Napoleon so deep he'll come out his mouth"
Napoleon is lying between them. Alicia has to be careful not to prick herself with the nails, at least there are no rusty ones. Cece adjusts herself in the seat and smooths her skirt. She glances at her sister.
"Amélie told me you're a fake and that you act all the time... Is it true?"
The least subtle kid.
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Dementia: What matters isn't the hat, but-! Dementia: I was going to say the axe. But the heart and spirit are useful too.
>>1756 >aldo The following turns might be the last I send for a week or two. I have to take some exams. Although maybe I'll make some time to reply to you before then, if you've sent a turn. It's probable, not 100% sure. But as they say, you make time.
>>1751 The future is not written... well yes, what will happen one scene later is already written, but the point is that you can't read it maybe a little bit, Dementia can have a certain notion of what happens next in a turn but it mattered little when you could write it.
(And Little Red Riding Hood was the pen, and the world the paper. Like the girl from the legends, she would write the path at will!)
And that's all. Maybe you should get a more reactive team. Or at least diversify the one you already have. You start by throwing solid knowledge in your fairy's face, which shatters like a bottle, increasing her stats and lucidity.
Sturlu "Huh?" -doesn't get it- "Why?"
The gears inside Merlinus's head react, spinning at speeds that create sparks and produce enough light deep within his darkness to serve as the spotlight that makes him understand.
>Merlinus "You said... Gas." -meaning, you emphasized it- "that was funny."
(The wizard doesn't usually react, but apparently the most basic laughter can give him...)
(He doesn't laugh more. But he finds it funny, trust me.)
>Sturlu "Huh?, Why was it funny?"
Ribbon was with Sturlu on this, but doesn't say it. She waits for the surprised answer from behind.
You give your little fairy love I thought it was a peck for an instant and I described it as such a little keksito sorry a loving caress from your lips to hers that fills her with a new sensation of warmth. In the union, there is no rush to separate, but also no desire to extend it, and yet, it seems that time freezes for both of them long enough for the ephemeral definitive closeness to fill your little couple with euphoria.
Once separated, you have new info: Your kisses can heal! The list of things you can do has already grown quite a bit, maybe Ribbon should also count that once she gets paper and pen. But while you have more answers to what you can do, the other is left with her tail little head full of questions.
>Ribbon New campfire conversation unlocked [Ribbon's Couple?!]
...1/2
I can't believe I'm saying this... but Ribbon has become romanceable.
>>1751 Humans are the worst, a narrative repeated to the point of exhaustion, which in the magical world, where only fictional characters live, Starlo perpetuates as its main supporter.
But he is wrong! You defend your kin, exclaiming with fervor and retorting with the truth.
>Starlo CHARGE: ATTACK +1! Dementia. Attack: roll 45. Ok!
Thor does nothing. With no defenses in place, the slash completely slices through his face and chest before hitting the floor, bouncing off.
>Thor. Defense: no roll... TERRIBLE!
The wound opens wide, and just like his eyes, wide open. Blood spurts from his body and evaporates from the plasma that "sweetie" leaves as an explosive trail which, along with your collision, once again makes the entire mountain on which the palace stands shake.
Starlo "So you can bleed..."
The god brings his hand to his face. The tips of his fingers get stained with blood. He lowers his hand and looks at it. His divine face, never wounded, had finally been stained with his own blood. The god is stunned... or so it seems for a moment. Then, he smiles.
>Thor "..."
His action doesn't change, but the previous events are retconned and done with different emotions. His hammer is raised to the sky, and instead of uttering indifferently, he exclaims.
"God's Strike!"
And he brings down Mjolnir in a movement faster than yours, which generates lightning with every millimeter traveled. The hammer grows to a size sufficient to crush both of you, and that's what it aims for.
>Thor. Attack: roll 175. Awesome!
when you don't describe your possible defense I take it as a block kek
You raise your arms, Starlo merely looks away from the glare of his movement and trusts the magical shield.
>Dementia. Defense: roll 37. Meh... >Starlo. Defense: roll 55. Ok!
The hammer crushes them completely, rumbling like millions of thunderclaps, and exploding violently. Unbreakable stone is the only thing saving the mountain from total collapse. And nothing saves you. When the dust that filled the entire gigantic room after the impact that made even the sky vibrate settled, both you and Starlo had been flattened like a couple of pancakes. You had literally become a Dementia sticker.
>Starlo "Ouch..."
Thor "Not even a jotunn can withstand God's Strike, yet you are still alive!" - he says, with renewed interest before beginning to spin Mjolnir in his hand - "Rise, warriors!"
Starlo lifts his hand from the ground, it makes a popping sound, he brings it to his mouth and inflates his thumb, regaining three-dimensionality.
>Starlo "Maybe this will work."
He says before snapping his fingers. Two needles of light manifest a meter from each of Thor's shoulders and shoot towards him.
>Starlo. Attack: roll 2. useless...
He doesn't waste time and jumps back, dodging the needles completely. They hit the ground and disappear entirely.
He snaps his fingers, conjuring an attack of dark energy. Once you get up and inflate yourself to stop being a sheet of paper, Thor would charge directly at you, running, creating lightning with every attack. He would throw Mjolnir, which he had been spinning in his hand all this time, directly at you. The hammer, the size of your head, advances spinning at countless revolutions like a boomerang with a rocket attached to seek you out, and after that, ignoring the result, Thor would arrive to use his bare hands to launch three lightning-imbued blows. Two punches alternating hands, and then a downward strike with both fists to crush you.
>>1759 I forgot this >Dementia >Level 5 (50% EXP) >HP 10/16 >DT 10/11 >ATT 132 (124+8 with cuddles) >DEF 131 (111 +20 for two turns by magic shield) Luck: 3
>DT Moves: -charge: +1 attack (1 DT) -great rift: Creates a rift that causes a painful earthquake! (-2 HP to all enemies) (3 DT) -dispel: uses your DETERMINATION to remove the effects of: fear, rare, confused, drowsy, asleep, embarrassed, blinded, silenced, cautious, tired, enraged, crying, drunk, hangover, fallen, or depressed from the whole party. (2 DT)
>aldo Which one does Dementia like best? Kek
Honestly, I don't see a pattern... >nerdy girl with pigtails, maternal >boy who pretends to be more heroic than he is >a very smart baby
The kiss to Ribbon is something that could be a little problem
>Leslie Frank "Comedy can be more ruthless than tragedy."
>Elena "Huh? Like that?"
Frank decides to remain mysterious. He doesn't talk much with others, unlike Marcy who is mute, by her own choice. He is very selective when responding.
>Nick "I'd only go on stage to see a great athlete!"
The little Asian girl sitting next to him doesn't seem to see the logic.
>Nancy "And why would an athlete be on stage?"
>Nick "Uhm..." -he can't think of reasons, but he doesn't back down- "To do sports?"
Nancy maintains a neutral gaze on Nick, unconvinced, like Alicia with your unfounded but inexpressibly terrible idea. Stabbing. Hurting. Unfathomable things for the sugar cube that Alicia is supposed to be. She doesn't hesitate to question you.
>Alicia Lily "?" -a surprised presence, even more so with what happens next-
Before the other could even answer, you already had the little dark-haired girl in your clutches, laughing joyfully as she kicked her legs on the chair. She roars for you, continuing the game.
>Molly "Roooar hehehe." -her giggles are full of joy, she's already over the ordeal of having to swallow that-
A moment later, Molly grabs your hand. Her dark eyes, like the dense shadows in which she shrouds every piece of information she gives, fix on yours. Her lips are slightly curved downwards, and there's a childlike longing in her eyes. Then, she smiles. Who knows why.
"I don't think I'll miss you one bit."
And Alicia smiles again, touched.
...
The past
Once in your hand, the little smell fell to the puppy. The barks, replaced by gasps of anticipation and the sound of a wagging tail. Amélie watched with satisfaction. You offered the food and the little animal ate it in one gulp, almost without chewing. The puppy then seemed slightly dazed, this was noticeable as it swayed a little.
As if by instinct, it walked a few steps with effort to avoid falling... and lay down on the floor, closing its eyes to sleep. The blonde laughed and told them to leave after that. There was nothing more to give him. Later, after class, the sound of barking would be missed for the first time.
...
>Amélie <Stop screaming.
"I get excited! I get excited for you! Don't you get happy when I get excited?!"
...
<Stop breaking windows.
"It doesn't matter... Let's go, God isn't here."
She took you by the hand.
...
<Stop cutting yourself, dummy!
...that memory is still somewhat blurry... for future moments of recollection
...
TODAY
Even knives can caress with enough gentleness. But metal remains cold. You found yourself paralyzed, victim to the dark desire of the one cornering you, trapping you in their web to devour you. The warm puff of breath prepares you—his breath reeked of fried rice from earlier—his tongue demanded to rinse itself with the taste of your mouth, disregarding your wishes. And when, in a desperate whisper, he finally utters that name, heavy with excitement, it's confirmed: this was really happening. He was going to do something bad to you.
<My name... is... CECE!
"!!"
She doesn't get to say anything—the surprise and you beat her to it. You shove her off effortlessly, making her fall sitting down. Her eyes search for you for a brief moment, but you've already fled from her gaze. She lowers her head; her hair casts shadows over her face, her knees offering her some shelter. Alicia, who was a heroine without knowing it, only looks on with concern. With a strong feeling that she shouldn't be here, she briefly tilts her head, as if what caught her attention most was the door that just opened.
<I don't know if I love you, Amélie... But I do worry about you. And I wish you'd learn to love yourself.
You don't hear her say anything. Even if you dared to look at her, you'd see little more than a blonde girl staring at the floor, her face hidden by her posture—the child whom God abandoned. You grab Alicia firmly by the arm. She stops pretending to look away and makes eye contact with you, startled, soon replacing her expression with one utterly flustered under your hawk-like, serious gaze. You decide to make the way to the exit in silence, broken only by the sharp clicks of your heels as you walk away from the scene.
>>1754 The house is left behind, but it's impossible to get what just happened out of your head. Alicia either. But she's able to read the situation well enough to feel it's not the best topic to bring up right now.
Instead, she thinks it's better to introduce another topic, prompted by a small gift she brought just for you. You look at it closely, scrutinizing it for a short moment. A red hood. Your gaze wanders to find a smile, and keeps wandering to return. No matter how your eyes oscillate between those two, neither changes. Neither do you.
>Alicia Alicia "Uh- p-pardon me...!"
You face her and proceed to pay. Standing there, before dropping a cent, it wasn't the best time to chat, so you go and take a seat that you feel comfortable with. The lemonade vendor arrives shortly after.
This was a better place to talk, and share. You're offered some cookies, you don't hesitate to grab a good handful and stuff them in your mouth, chewing almost like a little horse. Alicia looks somewhat surprised by your... uninhibited way of enjoying the crunchy pastry. Its flavor isn't extravagant, but it does the job, similar to butter with a hint of salt. You don't give it much importance either before sending them all to your stomach, with a loud gulp.
"W-wow... You're very... authentic, Roja..." -she always tries to have something nice to say, although...- "but..." -she always seems to have some 'but'- "maybe you should try to be a little more... refined." -she raises her hands, asking you to stop before you say anything- "But-! don't misunderstand me. I don't... it doesn't bother me. Just... at the table."
You're going to a millionaire's house. Manners are mandatory for a young lady who will grow up in a mansion.
"Here... they're for you."
She moves the little bag from the bottom up a bit, as if weighing it with her hand. She's inviting you to take it and keep the rest of the cookies. There are still quite a few left in the bag.
She still can be. Cece hasn't accepted the mantle CECE, GET ON PUT ON THE DAMN ROBOT MANTLE!
>I was going to say the axe. But the heart and spirit are useful too. Kek, but under this criterion, Dementia wouldn't accept either Cece or Alicia Ribbon would, by the way. Now I'm curious to know how Cece would take adventures in the magical world, kek I'll answer the meta now
>>1725 >I see that the main difference is that it brings more languages. True, but what I really appreciate that's different is its variety of publishers. You have the same book in versions from epublibre, anagrama, edición planeta, etc. But the ideal is to use both, now that I'm trying to get into the habit of reading I've used lectulandia to download some books that are bugged on zlibrary and wouldn't let me read them, and I've also found books on zlibrary that I didn't see on lectulandia, like Da Vinci's cooking notes. So yeah. As they always say, the best of both worlds. I thank you again for telling me about that page, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to download some from my library kek >How much has Google Translate improved? A while ago it was totally useless. Today I'd say it's pretty decent, in my case I don't use it because, well, I know English and I rarely lurk for Russian stuff or anything like that, but since Google forces it on everything, sometimes I enter wikis without noticing they had automatic translation and it seems pretty accurate.
But I couldn't tell you about books. In those cases, I only used it for individual words because even though I know English, I still need to get used to the aesthetic language there. Trying to read Heart of Darkness in English made me feel like a total noob kek
>I haven't used it in years, since I used it to read fanfics or web/light novels. So you were into that scene? You already told me about light novels, but I didn't know about the other stuff kek >Do you know Worm? Honestly no, I really didn't get into that. Honestly, the closest thing is that I used to read a lot of Creepypastas and silly variants like happypastas.
>I have good memories, you'd surely like it a lot, it was about superheroes and was relatively popular. Kek it might sound strange, but I'm not THAT big a fan of superheroes. I'm not saying I hate them, I even like the main ones like Superman (I really like the animated series), but I'm not your typical obsessed Marvel fan. Other than that, you're telling me so I assume you're right. How do I find it exactly? "Worm fanfic"? I'll take a look, as I said, I'm starting to read more. Something light would be good for me (which is what I'm reading now, nothing over 150 pages)
>Lectulandia still seems better to me after my superficial review, since it doesn't ask for anything to download. Does Zlibrary ask for anything? Weird. You're not supposed to even register, the only limit is 10 books per day.
>But it's good to have more options in case they ever shut it down, which has already happened to them due to copyright issues. Zlibrary too. But you know, these things revive as soon as they can. The same thing happened to fútbol libre.
>The Lectulandia with ww3 in the link is the current one now, there are some that are fake. Kek and that's the problem. Opportunists come out who want to do that. It happens with free movie sites too.
>Poppy is not a recent author. Her peak was in the 90s and early 2000s, before the trans agenda became as popularized as we know it today. W-well I told you I don't know anything about authors bwaaa don't laugh.
>The point is, over a decade ago, we're getting old, ay. Kek. You reminded me of that image "I'm 25, I've wasted my life" Ayy but seriously. I do feel like time is passing me by and I'm only in my early 20s, then I see my relatives saying that 40 is nothing. I guess in the end there's some truth to it? No idea... How strange is how we perceive time. >When it's well done it flows, but when it's not it gets heavy, kek. It's true. It took me a while to see that you were quite right kek. It's not only necessary for it to be well done in itself, but for you to be interested in the character narrating. The Old Man and the Sea left me a bit perplexed with that aspect. I mean, it wasn't bad, but it didn't blow me away either. >Perhaps. Sometimes it lands better on new attempts. But it could also be that it doesn't, because there are stories that are a bore and yet resonated strongly in popular culture. True. I mean, Twilight was a huge hit kek But anyway, I believe in second chances. Although it's not on my priority list at all.
>Yes. But that's because the eroticism wasn't the focus. Kek, I know, I was just joking.
>It's easy to tell when an author wants to, ahem, stimulate the reader, and this isn't so much the case, although it does retain a certain suggestive charge. It's just like that naturally. She has that mature woman aura that certain women have. Like... Parasoul from Skullgirls maybe.
>The absurdly long cutscenes put me off, but oh well, maybe someday.
And that's perfect, because that game goes last kek
I mean, it goes before Rising, but it's the last Solid.
Even so, people kind of exaggerate the length of the cutscenes. I mean, I didn't feel they were that long at least, and the gameplay is so fun that it more than makes up for it. Many who complain about the cutscenes apparently didn't play it either, because I saw the final cutscene in a YouTube video to see what they thought and there were a lot of people mocking like "UMM ARE YOU NEED TO GO TO THE BATHROOM? THAT'S WHY THE CUTSCENES NEED A PAUSE BUTTON." When in MGS4 you can pause the cutscenes KEK
Although I do have my real complaints about a certain part.
>Did you like Omori? Did you get the good ending? S-sorry, yes, I wanted to advance more before answering this. I guess things piled up while I was finishing my coursework and everything. And when I'm busy, I prioritize rolling in my free time over playing. I don't play like I used to anymore kek B-but as soon as I finish this exam period, I'll continue the game. Pinky promise.
>I still haven't gotten around to Deltarune. Doun worri. But evade spoilers kek.
>Between IRL responsibilities, and getting hooked on Civilization again, I don't have much time. Ohh, the new one came out recently, right? The 7th. Or which one are you playing? I've always been drawn to games like that, but I've never tried any. The one that attracts me the most is Zoo Tycoon... Okay, I know that's not the same type, don't laugh, little kek. Of those, I'm attracted to... Starcraft. It looks cool.
>They have red hair Well, yes...
>they wear glasses (??) Huh? Are you sure? I don't see it...
>and they have a certain librarian vibe. It makes me wonder what their job would have been as an adult if they hadn't fallen into the backrooms. Now I guess a photographer, somehow kek
>Marie from the manual. Goofy's partner in Extremely Goofy is another alternative Marie. That's true, kek. I can see that 100%. My alternative Maries were more typical. Futaba Sakura from Persona 5 for more anime and Bally from Space Pack if she didn't need glasses, kek.
>I think I saw it, but I didn't pay much attention to that role, no idea how it went. But today High School is still remembered, so it's a win for you. True... Although sometimes I get the feeling I could have done things better, at the end of the day I'm happy it was fun for the participants in its time.
>Your style is good. you bring a particular charisma to your characters. I love the gestures they make, I feel like I tend to repeat myself in that regard, I mean I repeat myself a lot, but you find a way to liven them up, as if you were drawing them with letters. If you say you're simple, I'll hit you. Aa /hug Thanks. That's a thank you I wanted to give since I read that, kek. Coming from you, those words mean a lot to me. I hadn't seen it that way, honestly. But when you mentioned it, I think I noticed it's true, I tend to go on writing gestures, I guess. Partly because a long time ago I saw a simple critique of Hotel Transylvania that really changed how I view fictional characters my inspirations always come from the most autistic places ayy and it was that "characters should move differently" and it was true. Everyone has their own way of expressing themselves and all that, because everything
"Yeah, funny" She comments and takes a few seconds to process the wizard's words. Her smile fades. She gives Merlinus a suspicious look as if she didn't recognize him. "Wait, Gracia...? You? Are you sure?"
After confirmation, Dementia strokes her chin.
"Or should we say...? You find it GASSY"
She gives a mischievous smile and wiggles her eyebrows up and down. She's testing Merlinus's reaction, but she'll save her conclusions for later, when they reach the tranquility of a campfire. The same goes for the little kiss she gives, making Ribbon blush. The hood doesn't grasp what causes her well-intentioned peach-flavored lips, nor does she fully know or understand the contents of her own heart.
Could something be brewing between them? How would that be possible? Ribbon is a baby, this surely won't go any further... Right?
...
Lies! Slander! Calumny! If Dementia had a dictionary, she'd put Starlo's words under those three concepts. She leans forward with her hands on her hips and sticks out her tongue.
"Siris milignis di si mindi" She mimics. "I don't believe you, mimimimi (Sound of mockery)! And even if your story were true... So what?! Now you're the bad guy, and we're the good guys who will stop you"
The hood? Guilty? She mutilated the little wolf...
"And I'd do it again!"
She razed a dwarf village...
"Nonsense!"
And turned the hydra to dust.
"I don't disintegrate, I cut. I'm tired! That's all!"
She was about to jump on him and squeeze his neck between her hands, but Thor's appearance changes her aggro. She grabs Starlo as a shield and breaks height in the next blink to hurl herself at the man with the hammer. Cariñitos passes Starlo by and enters Thor. A double-edged weapon like that, with a blade that widens towards its center, can deliver both clean cuts and precise destruction.
Dementia shows her sharp gremlin smile.
"Go back crying to your mommy-ACK!"
Insert Dementia stomp
"U-Ugh..." Is heard from the dust raised.
When the dust disperses, the pancake hood is seen blinking. She raises her waist and pelvis, gathers momentum, and with a whip of her spine manages to straighten up, swaying like a piece of paper. The flatter-than-usual Dementia moves and turns to face a wall in profile, runs towards it flapping her little feet, impacts folding like an accordion, and upon unfolding returns to her 3D form, falling on her butt on the ground. She shakes her head, plants a hand, and gets up to face the lightning. Dementia extends both hands forward and spins Cariñitos, turning it into an improvised fan with which she deflects the lightning bolts, and with the last revolution, she lets go of one hand and slides the other to the blunt end of the handle, batting with the full extension of her arm and plowing the ground...
The axe raises a boulder the size of a portable toilet. It's what the hammer takes out in front of it, surely turning it into little pieces that fall, clouding the view. Thor doesn't seem scared by the dust, but he'd get a BIG surprise if he attacked with his fists.
A hand as big or bigger than his grabs his right fist. The same happens with the left. The pebbles finish their drizzle, and the increase in the hood's size is revealed to all.
It's not Dementia, it's Super Dementia! If they had characters who acted as spectators of the fight, they would surely say: "Incredible! She used the super mushroom from her inventory to increase her chances of winning!"
Dementia shows her shark smile. With the confidence that a bigger and harder head than ever gives her, she leans back, and turns herself into a hammer as she lunges forward and charges with her forehead into Thor's face (Uses Charge again). The resulting shockwave of the impact would separate them under any other circumstances, but this time the hood grips the little hands like claws to Thor's fists to keep headbutting. One, two... Three more times! Until her vision blurs and she lets go, dizzy with spiral eyes.
1d132 = 24 1d131 = 71
>Which one does Dementia like more? She doesn't know yet. Don't pressure her, kek. >nerdy girl with pigtails The one that caught her eye the most. If she had stayed with us, Dementia would have groped her quite a bit. Insert scene of the hood getting into the queen's bed >boy who pretends to be more heroic than he is Well, according to the lore, he's the first child who approached her without being afraid of her, that helped. >a very smart baby The love Dementia feels for Ribbon is pure like soap bubbles. But who knows? Or shouldn't we know already? If there's a prophecy, I bet there will be a part where it talks about the heroine, whose love and support made her capable of overcoming the impossible, kekcito.
If the three have anything in common, it's that they are shorter than Dementia, at least Ribbon and the prince are.
>>1761 >>1762 >Cece Will she miss her little friends? Of course not, that'd be pointless. She'll be back before Molly takes to lie. But as many times before, there's a tiny voice, almost inaudible and lost, whispering inside her: What if this time...?
Slowly she shakes her head. What if this time...? It's the biggest trap in the world, it's what made her keep meeting Amelíe after her cruelties, after she tricked her into hurting the puppy. Same girl who just now nearly raped her, taking advantage of the fragility Cece hides beneath layers of scarlet thorns.
No!
Red throws Amélie off and leaves. She has nothing more to do there.
...
Alicia intertwines her fingers with hers, the simplicity of the blonde merging with the calluses and hardness of the redhead. Cece squints slightly as Alicia tries to clarify that it's all normal sisterly behavior and that being gay isn't bad. Cece doesn't respond, just stares at her.
They head toward the bus. Alicia has an explanation for her income: lemonade.
"Ah, that makes sense."
She nods. The obese driver complains.
(Don't eat the change) She thinks it but doesn't say it. She'd need to be alone, she doesn't want Alicia wasting the money she worked so hard for.
Already seated...
"Finer...?" She lowers her face, is Alicia hurt? Seems like Cece is looking at something, and taking advantage of the freedom her top allows, she squeezes her flesh with both hands. "Finer than this?"
Takes the cookies. She won't stop eating just because Alicia thinks she's fat.
"What? No. Are you crazy?" When she frowns, the outline of her small nose does too. "No way you're coming back with me. Better you become a millionaire and adopt all of us."
Alicia...? Mom?!
"Yeah, that's a good plan. I'd rather that than keep looking at Bloody Mary's pussy."
It's important to clarify that Cece has never seen Bloody Mary's pussy, it's just an expression. And speaking of the shelter's director, Red leans over to whisper a fact.
"She's identical to the headmistress in Phenomena, 1985."
Is it a good movie?
"Meh, it drags. But Jennifer Connelly is really hot."
Returns to her position against the window. Behind her, Alicia is gradually overcoming the horror caused by Red's words about Napoleon.
"Imagination rules the world," she blurts one of the conqueror's phrases when Alicia prefers to imagine bad things won't happen. Cece glances at her over her shoulder. "Bad guys have imagination too."
Back to the landscape. Nods again to confirm the name of her bat.
"If I get a metal one, I'll name it Caesar... Or Hitler."
Nods and accepts the mutual promise. She'll tell Alicia if some bad guy touches her... After her bat's finished with the guy. Cece notices Napoleon's nails tense her self-proclaimed sister. In another circumstance she would mock her, but this time the no-hood grabs the bat and puts it under the seat. She takes the opportunity to see if there's an old, dry piece of gum stuck there... If she saw it, she would rip it off and keep it for later.
"Amelie is very sick, don't go near her. Don't accept anything from her."
It's all she has to say about it.
"Molly looks a lot like me."
The real girl and the lying girl, the same...? But again, Cece adds nothing more about it.
"You...? I don't know, we hardly ever talk. What were you going to show me?"
Alicia keeps apologizing, an attitude that gets Roja's nerves on edge. That's it, she's decided, it's time for shock therapy. From her backpack she pulls out a crumpled piece of paper and writes something with long, careless strokes. Then she shows it to her.
"What does it say here?"
Open spoiler.
After Alicia answers, Cece crumples the paper, puts it back in her backpack with the pencil, places her bag next to Napoleon, faces her sister, and grabs her little hands. With a fixed gaze, Roja begins a barrage of non-stop words with perfect diction:
The more you suck it, the bigger it gets Talk to a priest so he can pray for it for me That one like this anyone deserves Get on your knees so you can kiss it for me I'll give it to you with the force of five hundred ewes all night and until dawn
She gathers air.
Already all foamy, it fizzes up for me It leaves you with a ball of up to nine months Inside you, my flavor prevails And here in your throat it disappears It even numbs your lungs It's so big-headed it studies at the tese Although it's wrinkled, you harden it for me But with cream it rejuvenates Polish it about 102 times If I plant a pine tree for you, it will flower one day I don't give it to the dog, I give it to the fish The deeper it goes, the more it vanishes I wish I could wake you up with beatings every day I feed you and you get fat That pair of buns you offer me for free Because when I'm bent over, you straighten me Because inside you it only grows And to get it out, you only need harnesses
She gasps, catching her breath. She's finished, trusting that with this Alicia will snap out of it. With the attitude of someone who knows they've done a good job, Cece releases Alicia's hands, turns her back halfway, and leans back, using the blonde as a makeshift pillow.
Cece closes her eyes. She's not asleep, but she could easily pass out if Alicia prefers to remain silent until the end of the trip.
...
>Dementia would not accept either Cece or Alicia Cece has a bat. Dementia might respect that.
>>1763 >why didn't it let me read them Which ones?
>So you were involved in that scene? I started the habit of reading right in that scene. I read Naruto, Hellsing, Dragon Ball fanfics, I have good memories. Even several from South Park, I remember being surprised by the large amount of gay content that community has, looking at the series you wouldn't expect it. There was also a strange trend of having Cartman fuck Kyle set during the Holocaust, and a genetic tag about alphas and omegas that I don't quite know where it came from, I think it comes from a bastardization of a concept from the book Brave New World (Another one of my pending reads along with Heart of Darkness). It could be useful for a roleplay, kek.
>I read quite a few Creepypastas and silly variants like happypastas I have no idea what happypastas are, creepypastas but with happy stories? The last ones I read were the Godzilla one and the white princess one. The format evolved into YouTube videos, and I guess it will continue for a while in the analog horror format until a new trend emerges. Sometimes I visit /x/ to read horror greentext, there are several very good ones.
>but I'm not THAT much of a superhero fan BLASPHEMY! kek. Well, I confess to you that I never watched Boku no Hero, and there I am. It's a genre I like, but I'm far from being obsessed. The last Marvel movies I saw were Spiderman and Deadpool. Other than that, I'm waiting for the last season of The Boys.
>How do I find it exactly? Worm web novel.
>lightweight Ooooh... Eeeeeh... The prose is sure to be light. But if you're talking about the number of chapters, I have bad news for you, keksito.
>Does Zlibrary ask you for anything? I wanted to confirm, but it seems to be down.
>I guess at the end of the day it has some truth to it? Yes. 40 is nothing. Zampella died not long ago in his late 50s, when you're young it seems like a lot, but as you get older you understand that dying at 50 is actually dying young. I'm 27, and I do feel a certain pressure, a native distrust of my current stability or new waves of urgency with my personal projects. But they are mental chimeras, one cannot torture oneself or start crying like Caesar at Alexander's tomb. I'm watching The Wire, a character says: "Life is all the shit that happens while you're waiting for things that never arrive," and I feel it's very fitting. Pressure is good, it pushes you when you slack off, but you have to have limits to self-flagellation, enjoy the passage in this world.
>Or which one are you playing? The 4, and also the 3. All with mods. I didn't like the 5 and 6. I recommend the 3 with the CCM3 Mod, it's simple to learn and very fun. Starcraft is not exactly a Civilization. The Civ in space would be Alpha Centauri, but that one has a very tough and unique complexity due to its age.
>Sure? No. But bulging eyes can pass as lenses in the sprite.
>It makes me wonder what her job would have been as an adult if she hadn't fallen into the backrooms The idea-woman for a video game studio. She would surely love that.
>Bally from Space Pack Marie with contact lenses.
>Review of Hotel Transylvania Nostalgic Critic? I'll try, well, I'm lying, I'm already trying. Thanks to you, characters make more gestures.
>Aff I want to see that but the 97 one comes up for me kek I looked for it in my trusted Cuevanas, and it's no longer showing up. How strange.
>Have you seen Bicycle Thieves? No. Regarding black and white movies, I have no preference. If a movie is good, I can watch it in any format.
>So you like King Hmmm, not LIKE with a capital L. There are much better authors, but I know his work, and in general, it reads well. The Dark Tower, I understand, refers to his entire library, so it would be better to start with short books like Cujo, The Dead Zone, or Pet Sematary.
>>1765 You would leave many people behind without a goodbye. After all, your return was guaranteed. You've come back before, time and again, and hopes have grown thin, like that thread of light filtering into the hallway, through that small hole in the ceiling that a pencil wouldn't fit into...
If hope were light, yours would seem like that, and even if it were weaker, you'd cover it with your finger and deny its existence. If hope were light, you fell into the worst place to keep it alive. In the house of exploding lights. Where even if everyone tries to face the day, perhaps the reality is that they no longer have a chance to achieve a decent life.
But that general pessimism is not present in the hand that clings to you; she is a ray of sunset, optimistic even when at the bottom of a well, and sweet as a spoonful of sugar. Or according to Amélie, at least that's what she wants to appear, she sees their hands joined for a short second, mouth open as if she wanted to say something and eyes reflecting discomfort, as if she had seen something terrible in one of those movies you like. She finds your gaze soon, and finding you so serious hits her like a bucket of water that leaves her stunned for a second.
>Alicia "!! Uh-"
She had been distracted for a moment, but it was clear that this was about homosexuality. Her eyes widen in a fright, and she speaks in a rush.
"It doesn't mean I am!, I'm not that!, I just- that... That it's not wrong. There's nothing wrong with being it."
She can't take her eyes off you, and she seems paralyzed from the shoulders down, only moving her little head while searching for words when her speech becomes choppy.
"-"
>Fat Driver "ARE YOU GETTING ON OR WHAT?!"
Just as she was about to elaborate, that booming voice made her jump in pure fright, and she turned to answer almost with an urgent need.
She exclaims, sounding almost desperate. But she looks normal, albeit a little worried. Although, of course, she worries very often, and seeing you, she seems happy again. After that, they get on, you find out what your sister does for a living, and while paying, if you paid attention, you could see her apologizing more times.
"Seriously, forgive me for taking so long. It was my fault, I was holding her up and..."
She extends the apology for a while longer, the fat guy rolls his eyes and waves his hand dismissively, uninterested.
>Fat Guy "Yeah, yeah, okay, okay. Go sit down!"
>Alicia "Ah... Y-yes, forgive me. I just couldn't not apologize..."
>Fat Guy "SIT DOWN!" She shrieks and moves away. Soon she's with you in the seats, ignoring what came before and hoping you will too, offering you something to eat to make up for the garbage dinner you had.
>Alicia <Fina...?
The blonde gives you the kindest smile she can, and nods her head slowly twice, confirming.
"Yes... Fina."
She replies, sounding almost proud for some reason. Until you look down and she loses her cheerfulness, becoming neutral from fright, not knowing what it means. She tilts her head slightly to try and see your face, not doing much of it due to personal space, and soon straightens up for that very reason, now with worry reflected on her face.
"Roja...?"
You grab your belly and immediately ask a question.
<More fina than this?
"..."
Her face is, what you could call, 'blank'. As if no thought was going through her little head, she didn't understand. She tries to connect neurons...
"Huh?"
And it doesn't work out.
"Sorry... More fina than... what?" -she asks you, genuinely confused- "Than... your belly...?"
When communication fails, these things happen. And it can fail for many reasons, for code... or because the speakers are very different... she is very different from you, and says something silly.
<What? No. Are you crazy?
"Huh?" -you startle her with that- "Why?, What- what did I say wrong?" -she almost seems scared-
<No going back with me. It's better you become a millionaire and adopt us all
"...?" -she looks surprised, even shocked, for a second, before she seems to deflate a little in place, earning you a warm smile and a relaxed look- "That... I adopt you?, Would you like that?"
<Yes, it's a good plan. I prefer that to still seeing Maria Sangrienta's pussy
She loses her relaxation in one sentence. She now looks at you as if you said something horrible.
"The wha-?, Roja?" -she needs an explanation-
It wasn't literal!
<She's identical to the director of Phenomena, 1985
"Phenomena... Uh... Sounds... Phenomenal, heh..." -she knows nothing about it, but wants you to feel good sharing that-
<Meh, it drags on.
"Oh... Not so phenomenal then, right...?"
<But Jennifer Connelly is very pretty
"Uh...?" -her little eyes are full of curiosity- "You're saying Maria is pretty...?"
There you can see she really knows nothing. At least she tries... how much that's worth depends on each person. Alicia, for the rest, looks at the seat in front and thinks.
"But... that's still a ways off... I have to be older... and... that..." -she sounded unsure, looked distant, seemed disappointed. She's 14, turning 15 soon, but still... it would be 3 more years in that dump-
>>1765 Seeing the landscape while traveling is relaxing for many. You've left behind the house of exploding lights, and you took with you, perhaps not your own hope, but someone who still holds it, and who, unlike you, allows herself to dream of a utopian world where she and you are happy, wealthy, and loved tomorrow.
Alicia Old gum has been added to your inventory
You straighten up again. That warm smile is waiting for you again.
"Thanks..."
She understood you did it for her, even without her asking. She decides to just ignore what it took you to look under the seat.
>>1765 https://youtu.be/6wqGOYDRNAQ?si=2nMYmEshdT99MnnY▶ The cold... the cold reaches you with its ephemeral and weak touches, thin lines that couldn't even penetrate your hair, but under the influence of the breeze that blows weakly but insistently, it finds your skin, your face, your eyelids.
The raindrops are like tiny insects landing on you at high speed. Individually they are insignificant, but a perennial nuisance. Cold. Enough to disturb your sleep.
Opening your eyes is finding... nothing. Or the closest thing to it that a location can be. Before you, there is a dirt path, now turned to mud. Beyond, a familiar image, an extensive view of a neglected wasteland. The darkness is so thick that you can only affirm that it is full of weeds of all kinds. The rain only makes it harder to see.
You were sitting on a bench, as simple and basic as its name. Painted white, deteriorated by the passage of time. The brown wood underneath spreads across the furniture like chickenpox. And beyond you and the bag on your lap, there wasn't much to highlight about this.
...or perhaps there was.
Because this time it's not about what's there, but what's missing.
To your right... nothing. In the center, on your legs, again, that gray bag. It was still there... perhaps you don't even need to glance at it to know what it contains, that hood that Alice entrusted to you. And where is she?
To your left, do you see her? With light, long hair, and a white dress like hers, but overshadowed by the dense darkness. You couldn't say for sure that it was her, but what other blonde, tall girls in white dresses could you find here?
Alice? She lets out a giggle when you lay your eyes on her and runs off, entering a path into what you assume is the grounds behind you. She drops something that shines, as if it were made of glass and reflected the moon.
Once you decide to get up, your shoes will get muddy. But besides that, you'll discover that... there aren't many places to go. There's the dirt path, which would probably take you eventually, after many kilometers on foot, to some road... or the wasteland now behind you, if you're not afraid of the wilderness. If you were to inspect the object Alicia left behind, you would find a flashlight... and a radio. Careless girl, she dropped something so useful in this darkness. It must have been in a hurry.
If you decide to take them...
>You have obtained flashlight >You have obtained radio
You would realize there's another problem.
You only have three items in your inventory... and none of them is Napoleon. It's almost like being naked.
>Flashlight: -an on/off button. Goes in your pocket
>Radio: -portable radio
>refined antimony the special item for Zelda's anniversary kek -a strange power emanates from this sphere. Throwable.
You don't know where that last item came from. But what you do know is that before you now stands a wooden arch flanked by tall yews, serving as an entrance to a dirt path. Turning on the flashlight doesn't let you see too far down the dark path... you don't even find Alicia. But looking up, you see in the distance, rising above the darkness like a beacon, with its own lights... Something not common even in the movies you enjoy.
Enormous. Ancient. European... You find...
>CHAPTER 1: The Castle
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Sorry, today I felt more like responding to Cece than to Dementia.
>Cece has a bat. Dementia might respect that. I guess so. Reminder that one of Dementia's abilities is to use any weapon with maximum mastery. I guess that's never going to happen since she only uses Cariñitos, but that. Unlike the other members of her party, Dementia can use any type of weapon kek
>With more distrust and panic attacks. Dementia is more Aww, I laughed so hard. Very good video. And also quite close to Dementia's reality kek
<panic attacks You think so? Because of dying, I guess implying she was the girl of legends and could revive but maybe she wouldn't mind the magical world that much outside of that. With the whole "all magical beings are good" thing and all. I don't know, I mean, I'm not saying she'd love it, but maybe the company she'd keep in the magical world would be more pleasant than that of the orphanage.
Except for Ricitos. Ricitos would surely annoy her kek
(It's okay... It's okay. I didn't do anything then...)
Merlinus has a sense of humor. Merlinus has a sense of humor? MERLINUS HAS A SENSE OF HUMOR! You can hardly believe it. Your suspicious look is not unfounded.
>Merlinus Ribbon "Gaseous... like... gas."
>Merlinus "Yeah, that word is kinda funny."
>Ribbon "Why?" -she asks with a raised eyebrow-
>Merlinus "The young lady found it funny."
>Ribbon "Ah."
Apparently, that which makes her laugh, which is in itself the most basic form of humor, is also inherited.
You are given, in a summary that boils down to the essentials, the history of the magical wars! False! You exclaim, with a mockery that the smiling villain only responds to by shaking his head and grinning from ear to ear.
>Starlo Thor "?!" -his eyes widen-
>Starlo "Ohh..." -he sounds impressed-
Your arms pulled as if wanting to rip it off. And they did, the rock rose at your command and was separated from the rest of the ground. Floating in the air, a dense cube of divine stone believed to be unbreakable, it stands between you and Mjolnir. The imminent clash tests its hardness, despite the weapon's power and the thrower's arm, the metal rings like a bell, and the hammer bounces, falling to the ground while the stone shoots off, falling meters behind you, followed by Thor's gaze.
The stone falls, without cracking where it lands, nor cracking itself. For eternity, the only marks would be the ones you made on it. Super mushrooms don't make you grow in Mario RPGs, but whatever. Nothing is impossible for the girl of legends!
When I eat a rabbit in a trap, its limb is caught by your fingers. His wrist trembles, unable to pull back or advance, Thor smiles without losing his impressed gaze, and continues with another blow from his free hand. But your palm cushions the force of his knuckles, which goes into the air like a shockwave.
>Starlo "Wow~" -he says sarcastically-
You had turned into a big girl covered in red from head to toe. Your strength had increased to surpass the god's colossal height. By doubling the height of whoever uses it, even if Dementia were only 1.44m, she would now surpass Thor Your body grew proportionally, you were robust, big-headed, big-assed. And ready to turn the situation around.
But Thor doesn't give up, he keeps applying force, and you are forced to counter with your own. You struggle, he tries to gain ground, his hands push and yours push back and gain their own advantage. He looks happy.
>Thor "Not bad..."
You don't hold back either, his smile is reflected on your face and you return it. Confidently. You were going to end this struggle by force, your head goes back, and Thor doesn't seem to want to stop you. You take a breath, it fills your lungs and is released in a rocket-propelled advance, your forehead is tele-directed to his and...
>Attack: Roll 22... Miss! I give you +10 for the mushroom
Your head sinks into his... but you feel nothing solid, on the contrary, you hear a buzz and feel a slight shock that barely affects you. You pull your head back and repeat the process, the wind roars from the movement but your skull hits nothing. Once, twice, and again, shaking your head so violently, even without anything to receive the impact, makes you dizzy and tired. As you pull your head back one last time and open your eyes, you see Thor already with the excitement gone before you let go. The god kicks you in the stomach and you separate from him. It was nothing to worry about, but enough to create distance. You might see him without understanding, as he slowly walks towards you.
"I thought you could touch me. What was that?"
(Thor is made of lightning! Normal blows don't hurt him...)
(Well, you can hurt him, Little Red Riding Hood... but your dice were too low.)
(Uh... I'm not in favor of violence, but I had to explain that to you.)
(...Wait!, You said I do nothing! Maybe I shouldn't have helped you. Hmph...)
Thor was already by your side, taking advantage of your dizziness, he grabs you by the hood tie.
"Don't disappoint me now."
His hand flies straight to your face, his fist, the size of a large kettlebell, hits you with the force to destroy a mountain. Your face is turned away, your blood flies, your cheek swells and he lets you go. You fall to the ground a few meters away. He approaches and lifts you up, again in the same way.
"React."
He hits you again, same cheek, same impact. He does it with reluctance and a bored expression, but they come like a cannonball, you fall again. Your nose starts to bleed, your eye turns purple.
(Oh my goood)
You are lifted up again.
"If you don't fight with dignity, you will never enter Valhalla."
>Thor: ATTACK. Roll 112. NICE!
His knuckles mar your adorable little face again. From the same direction, same force, same speed. Making you fall again. Your blood splashes the sanctuary, your eye swells, and you feel something dancing in your mouth. When you open it, along with bloody saliva, your first tooth falls out.
Starlo "Haha... well. It was fun, but that's enough." -it's true... I hadn't helped you until now!-
He snaps his fingers.
"Eigaon."
>Starlo: Attack. Roll 99: Nice!
The light is fast. And darkness? If it doesn't surpass it, it imitates it. A veil of black and red, pure dark magic, grows in an instant under Thor's feet, rising to the ceiling. A red skull seems to be drawn in the darkness, like a huge tortured soul from Tartarus screaming for help, but the sound is silenced by the darkness. The night only sounds like a gust of wind and disappears in an instant.
Thor "Ah..."
He lowers his upper body, as if he had suddenly gotten tired. The darkness is almost incomprehensible, it not only damages, it weighs. And it wounds the soul of those who cannot resist it.
>Starlo "I figured... A god weak to darkness."
Effect: CURSED MARK (TAKES MORE DAMAGE)
The god falls to his knees, he is stunned for one turn. If Ribbon were here, she would explain why.
Likewise, not having her, you can notice that the god did not expect that move. He looks up, faces you... his eyes go to the side, Mjolnir rests in your left hand. He extends his arm... the hammer rattles, responding.
"Ohh~ it seems he wants to get his weapon back. What will Little Red Riding Hood do?"
He asks, this time he decides not to do anything. He stays in place, relaxed, taking advantage of the distance to leave everything to you. Meanwhile, the hammer detaches from the ground and flies towards the thunder god.
>Starlo: does nothing >Thor: one turn out
I want to wrap this up soon, kek. It'll probably end next turn, but you can roll several dice if you want to make sure.
>>1764 >She still doesn't know. Don't push her, kek. N-n- I didn't mean to- kek
[[游戏副本]]If she had stayed with us, Dementia would've groped her plenty. What a great heroine kek
>Insert scene of the hood getting into bed with the queen For a sleepover, right?
>According to lore, he's the first child to approach her without fear—that helped. I really want to see what happens with these two. Plans. PLANS! Finally we're closing this temple arc and approaching what I've been most excited for, kek
>The love Dementia feels for Ribbon is as pure as soap bubbles. Honestly, I never saw it coming like this, but that little kiss is steering things toward places I never expected to explore, kek
>Or shouldn't it be known already? Events may be written in stone, but Dementia is the chisel carving history wherever she treads.
>One thing all three have in common is they're shorter than Dementia—at least Ribbon and the prince are. I don't remember how I described the queen, but I think she was shorter than Dementia too. >Dementia likes being the mommy
>>1766 >Which ones? There were at least 3 different books, but I only remember 2 cases. "On the Road" by Jack Kerouac and "The Feast of the Goat" by Mario Vargas Llosa. Don't ask if they're good—I haven't read them yet, keksito.
>I picked up the habit of reading right in that scene. Ah well, it's the gateway for many. Wattpad? Keksito. I thought you were always into real books. Never assume things.
>I have good memories. Nice. Actually, you made me remember I used to read a super cringey MLP fanfic too, kek
>I remember being surprised by the huge amount of gay content in that community—you wouldn't expect it just from watching the show. True. Seems it's been going on for years; I just found out. But well, eventually the creators caved and queered up their characters for the fandom, fujo kek, very curious.
>There was also this weird trend of making Cartman fuck Kyle in a Holocaust setting Ay. The kid with a dick for a roll Okay, seriously now. How curious. Not that it happened, it's the internet, but it amuses me that it's become common.
>and a genetic tag about alphas and omegas that I don't really know where it came from Is that Omegaverse stuff? I never paid enough attention to understand it, let alone know its origin, but that shit is still very famous to this day.
>I think it comes from a bastardization of a concept from the book Brave New World Whaaat. The synopsis I read didn't mention that kek.
>Another one of my pending reads I understand it's very good, it's in the crown of the most well-known dystopias along with 1984 and Fahrenheit. Plus, it's the shortest. I also have it in my near backlog.
>along with Heart of Darkness If you're going to read it, I recommend doing it in Spanish. I tried to read it in its original language, I consider myself good at English and it left me struggling kek. I didn't finish it precisely because of that, I barely read it. And I also included Marlow in this roleplay with what little I could get from his personality.
I'll read it someday, but in Spanish. Although I read that it's very dense anyway, Conrad's prose is quality, like surgical style. The guy seemed to have words for everything, even though English was like his third language kek. Although you can surely handle it.
>It could be useful for a roleplay, kek. Surely it could, I saw a lot of people (outside of here of course) asking for omegaverse roleplay. I don't participate in roleplay elsewhere, but sometimes I come across roleplay stuff outside and those who ask for roleplay ask for that.
>I have no idea what happypastas are, creepypastas but with happy stories? Yeah, honestly very silly. They were made for those who were afraid of Creepypastas, and I started very young, when I was very cowardly. Suffice it to say I got scared by the Invader Zim Creepypasta... and well, I used to read those things. I don't remember any but they were bad as far as I know. One was called "Jeff the hugger". You get the idea kek. At least the appearance of the happy version of Slenderman was very good. His name was Splendorman, I always liked his design.
>The last ones I read were the Godzilla one and the white princess one. They are the best ones about video games, well chosen. I would highlight others like escape from merrywood or one about a skeleton snake monster. Those that are not just IF YOU DIE IN THE GAME. YOU DIE IN REAL LIFE.
But if we recommend creepypastas, my top ones are always: psychosis, string theory (or just "the strings") and the house with no end. I considered doing some roleplay about the latter, but I don't think it would work as a roleplay, it's more for reading.
Dogscape is interesting, very unique and unpleasant. But quite long as I recall. Finally, there is the one that I once read was said to be the best "penpal" or "friend by mail" it is the only Creepypasta I know that became a book and was even published. Although I still have to read it.
Do you have any favorite creepypastas?
>The format evolved into YouTube videos Kek yes. Sometimes I put on "Creepypastas to have in the background while x" there are some interesting ones.
>I guess it will continue for a while in the analog horror format Do you think that's still the trend? I thought not many series were coming out anymore but maybe I'm just not aware.
>until a new trend comes out I thought digital horror was going to be the next step, with things like chainmailchasers, Morley Grove, and the oldest view. I have them pending, they say they are good. But it wasn't as big a movement as analog, apparently.
I like Lacey at least. Although I only watched one
Oh and angel hare is back!
>Sometimes I visit /x/ to read horror greentext, there are several very good ones. It must be entertaining. Any in particular? Anons sometimes have very good ideas and there's always a story that stays with us. Although, well, I don't usually leave /v/ and /co/
>BLASPHEMY! Keksito I-I said so >I confess I've never watched Boku no Hero, and there I am To be honest? I wouldn't recommend that series. I watched it at a time when it really suited me and I found it nice, although I thought season 3 was bad even then and I dropped it. But I tried to give it another chance recently and I didn't like it at all. If it's to get it off your list, you could give it a try but go in without expecting much. It's very much for teenagers kek
>It's a genre I like Me too, up to a point of course. I love Bruce Timm's series, they were super nice. You seem more into the scene, I see you're drawn to it. You even played Dispatch, I haven't tried it yet.
>but I'm far from being a fanboy See? That's what I mean, you can like it without being one of those addicted Marvel fans. Sometimes walking around normie social media you see people too into it, it looks like they're going to kill each other defending James Gunn or Snyder, it's crazy kek
>The last Marvel movies I saw were the Spiderman one The Raimi ones? Or the Spider-Verse ones?
>the Deadpool one. I haven't seen those, actually. Are they good? My sister seems to like them.
>I'm waiting for the last season of The Boys. Oh, that's right. It's close. I need to catch up, the last season wasn't very well received by the public, I remember. But I want to see the ending. Let's see what they do.
I see you're a fan of The Boys, I haven't read the comic. I heard it's pretty edgy keksito
>Worm web novel. Is this it? (Clicks)
>if you're talking about the number of chapters I have bad news for you, keksito. Damn. I'll check it out anyway, I'll read a bit at least to give an initial opinion kek
>but it seems to be down. Yeah. They took down that link, this is the new one https://es.z-lib.fm/
>Zampella just died at 50-something I saw, it's funny how he didn't even get a sticky on /v/, poor guy. Anyway, from what I read he was driving recklessly before the crash. I guess that justifies it a bit, but still. Too bad, this v
>>1766 >Everyone with mod. I understand, you've probably beaten it normally 20 times kekcito
>I didn't like 5 and 6. Ayy, it's declining. I remember a friend was excited about 7, I never asked him about it and now that I see it his ratings are mixed. Is it over for this franchise?
>I recommend 3 with Mod CCM3 Okis. When I have a PC I'll get on it. Now I'm surviving purely by phoneposting. Next year I'll probably be working kek
>Starcraft isn't exactly a Civilization Oh kek I'm dumb. I don't know anything about that, put AoE, AoM, Starcraft, Civilization and I think they're all the same.
>Civ in space would be Alpha Centauri, but that one has very tough and unique complexity for its age. Ayy well, then I don't think it's a good place to start. Do you like those complex ones? Do you know Dwarf Fortress or Rimworld?
>No. But bulging eyes can pass as lenses on the sprite. I hadn't thought of it but you're right kek although I see them more as sunglasses. Willy Wonka style
>Marie with contact lenses. Kek she's identical.
>Nostalgic Critic? I can neither confirm nor deny that it was him. It could be because I used to watch his channel a lot, but I'm not entirely sure.
>Thanks to you, characters make more gestures. Ayy. It feels good to contribute even a little, I hope the idea is useful to you.
>I looked for it in my trusted Cuevanas, and it's no longer there. How strange. See? They're erasing history... kek
>No Ah
>About black and white movies, I don't have a preference. If a movie is good I can watch it in any format. Ok, I'll send you the super 8 by mail and you can watch it kek
Seriously though, it's good. I wouldn't tell you to rush to see it, but if you have no idea what to watch, it exists. It's even on Youtube for free.
>not of LIKING with capital letters. There are much better authors, but I know his work, and in general it reads well. Hmm... Well, I haven't read anything by him yet. Since you're familiar with it, would you say this ugly normalfag meme is correct? kek
>The Dark Tower I understand refers to his entire library Aa... How lazy. I'm not saying I don't want to read the old pedophile, but having to read his entire library before getting to his most acclaimed work doesn't really appeal to me kek
>short books like Cujo, The Dead Zone, or Pet Sematary. In fact, Cujo catches my attention. I had forgotten it was by him. I don't know the others but I'll download them since you mentioned them.
>>1767 >>1768 >>1769 >Cece "Shut the fuck up, butterball! Can't you see she's already sitting down?!"
She was going to let it slide, seriously, her idea was to stay calm and stick gum on the bald spot as soon as she wasn't paying attention. But Roja has a short fuse for these attitudes, especially when the other party does nothing but apologize.
Already in their seats...
Cece is thin as a pencil. If she loses any more weight, she'll look like an African child, she doesn't want that. Alicia gets lost with the synonym, but from how the batter is squeezing her love handles, it's obvious she's referring to her belly and not her elegance at the table.
"I'm not just talking about me, about everyone. Your age is the least of it, rich people don't play by the same rules as commoners." She crosses her legs and tries to put them on the back of the seat in front, but since she can't reach without bending too much, she lowers her feet.
Alicia takes the "cunt" thing seriously. Cece snorts and grumbles, but instead of correcting herself, she doubles down.
"It has teeth. Like a piranha's mouth, but vertical." She tilts her head and chews loudly to be more graphic with the misunderstanding. If Alicia keeps believing it, Cece would huff and shake her head, exclaiming: "It wasn't literal!"
To clarify the Jennifer Connelly thing, Cece pulls a drawing she made out of her backpack. As she shows it, Alicia can notice how the problematic young woman tenses up as if pricked from behind, her throat moves with the reflex of swallowing. The reason: Out of overconfidence, she revealed another part of herself, her secret drawings. With feigned indifference, Cece quickly puts the sheet back in her backpack without Alicia touching it.
"Th-That was a gift from Marcy. She's always drawing and stuff... If you were our mom, would you let us have ice cream after dinner?" She changes the subject.
Molly = Cece? Roja argues yes.
"Making things up? That's not my thing. Molly is also sincere, you just have to know how to listen. She's like a turtle."
Molly = Turtle?
"Turtles have that thing around them, the house. They hide inside when they get scared. But if you know how to approach them, you can pet them and everything. Molly is the head, the inventions are the house, you get it?"
Lies = Shell? Alicia takes out a PS2. Cece's lips form an O and she leans closer to her, hunched over the console, showing her complete interest.
"That's so cool! Why didn't you tell me? We could have played God of War or Resident Evil 4! I read in a magazine that if you blow off the hillbillies' heads, tentacles come out like this"
She looks at the ceiling and waves her arms like euphoric snakes, her little mouth letting out whistles and onomatopoeias of whip cracks (Autism?).
After Alicia said 13...
Where did she learn that? Cece shrugs and says she doesn't remember.
"On the street, I guess"
The sky clouds over and the atmosphere darkens. Cece was comfortable taking a nap, just putting her arm there, but Alicia gives her a better resting position, discovering an unexpected tension from Cece. She glances at her out of the corner of her eye with attentive eyes, looking like a fawn in the middle of the road. The gentle insistence gives way to the pugnacious girl's docility, she allows herself to be laid down on the blonde's thighs and positioned as she wishes. As she is petted, Cece's gaze doesn't leave Alicia's, you can tell she's holding her breath, almost as if waiting for a blow... Which never comes.
Cece agrees to close her eyes. A couple of pearl-like tears persist through her eyelashes.
"Are you going to take pieces from me too?" she asks in a whisper.
She feels like pieces are missing from her. Or rather, that they were taken from her. That's why she's always alert and defensive, protecting the pieces she has left as if her life depended on it. Cece doesn't want to end up like Amelie, she doesn't want to hate the world.
Roja will never let herself be defeated.
She wipes her eyes with a fist. She turns on her side, resting her head on one arm, hiding her expression from Alicia.
"A song is fine..."
Alicia holds a trembling hand, which relaxes as she continues with the song. Cece keeps her eyes closed, her breathing evens out, she seems asleep but she isn't. She listens attentively, she hears the promise...
She doesn't believe it, but she wants to believe it, and there's even a little part of her that would like to fight to make it a reality.
She remains silent until Morpheus finally comes to take her.
>>1773 >Cece She jolts up as if feeling a stake through her, throwing off a layer of the dampness that had been accumulating on her.
"Ali...?" She mutters, for an ephemeral instant still perceiving the kind ghost of her fingers. It doesn't last long, Cece leaves the bench and in the clumsiness brought on by drowsiness, she trips over her own feet, falling on her hands, scraping her palms and knees and filling her nails with mud. "Sh-Shit"
She shakes her head. She lifts her face and sweeps her gaze around, spotting ¿Alicia? in the gloom. She flees before the troublemaker can even ask her what's wrong.
What? Where? How? Why? These are the questions that repeat in Cece's mind like tolling bells. She gets up, picking up the gray bag in the process. She doesn't open it immediately, just contemplates it between her fingers while trying to orient herself and remember. Her memory ends when she fell asleep on the bus.
"Shit!" She exclaims. Strange as it may seem, breaking the sound of the rain with her own voice calms her, at least a little. Were they drugged? Did the cookies have something in them? "Shit" A pressure oppresses her heart, she quickly shakes a hand to remove the mud and brings it under her skirt. Panties on, nothing burns, nothing hurts. Roja sighs in relief. "Shit..."
She opens the gray bag to get the hood, putting it over her shoulders to protect herself from the dampness and cold.
"Shit" She picks up the object the blonde dropped. Flashlight, radio, weird ball... Her expression contorts, her left eye twitches. "Shit!"
Cece realizes Napoleon is missing. She looks around, runs to the bench, peeks under the wood. She turns on the flashlight to see better, rummages through the bushes and thorns. With each failed search, a layer of cold sweat tightens around her.
She sits down again, not caring if her ass gets wet. She digs her nails into her knees and clenches her teeth. She waits like this, head down, for a minute or two. She wants to believe she'll find Napoleon later, but hope is a bitch.
"Shit..."
She looks where Alicia went. It's the only clue she has to find out what's happening. Roja inhales deeply and slaps her cheeks hard. She follows the path, opening the darkness with the flashlight, eventually glimpsing the castle.
"Dracula, Bram Stoker. 1992" The comment comes out automatically, practically before she can think. The explanation she comes up with is that it's her new daddy's house, a theory with too many plot holes.
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>Dementia can use any kind of weapon Dementia: Say hello to my little friend, Starlo!
<With the whole "all magical beings are good" thing and all. It would still be a shock. Imagine running into a big-headed fairy. She'd probably get used to it, but at first it would be hard to digest.
>>1773 Your voice reverberates through the empty bus and startles the victim, whose eyes widen with fear of consequences. They jolt upright just as the driver, moving as slowly as his appearance suggests, peers out from his seat.
>Gordo "What did you say?"
He asks, shaking his head as he speaks, baiting you to step on the trap—inviting you to repeat yourself. Though you might have been tempted to make your words perfectly clear, Alicia quickly turns her back on you and interrupts.
>Alicia "It was nothing!" —she looks at you, visibly worried— "it was nothing, I..." —she glances at the man again— "please forgive her... s-she didn't mean anything by it..." —she lowers her head— "she's just... just trying to protect me. I should've sat down without saying anything... this is my fault..."
Her apology is somewhat contradictory, but enough to make the man lose interest. The fat guy waves his hand dismissively, muttering a tired "whatever," then refocuses on the steering wheel and the road ahead. Alicia takes a moment before lifting her gaze again, tilting her head without fully straightening it, and finds you almost in profile. Her sad eyes soften, and her lips form a small smile meant only for you—an unspoken thank you—before she turns completely and finally decides to sit down. Never mind that you nearly got them denied service; she seems genuinely happy once they're seated.
There, words flow freely and go in many directions—like toward your belly. The blonde doesn't get it at first, but you don't feel the need to explain. You shake the tiny bit of excess you're barely able to grasp with increasing insistence, waiting for that moment when basic logic finally clicks in her head.
"Ahm..."
Thin. Tummy. Thinner. Thinner than this. Thinner than what you're holding. A slow blink from Alicia follows as the rusty gears in her mind begin to turn. "Your belly?" -she asks in confusion, that had already been established- "thinner than that..." -she says, her eyelids lowering a little, thoughtful. Then she shakes her head and looks slightly sad at not understanding- "I don't get it, Roja." -she tilts her head, now she looks genuinely sadder, but for the same reason- "Talk to me... are you trying to say...?" -she straightens her face, and the effort to think of something is visible- "uh..." -she looks down for a second, at the seat, then looks up- "skinny...?" -yes- "Is that it?" -she opens her eyes a little wider, she looks better now, a minimal joy at finding the answer, which turns into a graceful smile- "heh..." -she lets out a little laugh- "no, no..." -she shakes her little head once- "that doesn't matter... you could actually use a little more to eat..." -of course, that was difficult at home-
"Being thin is like..." -she wants to explain, smiling, but stumbles just as she starts. She looks up, searching the ceiling for an answer- "like..." -she thinks for a second, looks down and smiles again- "acting like a prin-" -she stops herself, a little princess maybe isn't what you want to hear, she's used to dealing with Lily. She seals her lips and with an 'hm' as her eyes dart to the side, she seems to come up with a better idea for you- "like... elegant. Meaning... polite, eating without rushing, with your mouth closed... with cutlery..." -she moves her shoulders, raising one and lowering the other as she lists things- "I can... I can teach you if you want."
She thinks you'd like that explanation, a more direct one. If only she knew about movies, she probably would have mentioned Hannibal's manners. He's elegant at the table, that's what Alicia wants from you. Would you listen to your sister and possible future mommy?
<I'm not just talking about myself, about everyone.
"I-I know- I-" -she startles- "sorry..." -she didn't choose her words well-
<Your age is the least of it, rich people don't follow the same rules as commoners
"Huh..." -she gets a little distracted watching you try to lift your feet, it wasn't very 'elegant', but lately she ignores it and looks at you again- "Really...?" -Now she's the one who needs to understand things- "If I could, I would do it without hesitation..." -she mentions with a gaze that goes diagonally to the floor, dull and fixed on a somewhat melancholic scenario- "although we'd have to see if everyone likes the idea..." Probably yes, escaping that house would be an improvement no matter what. Regardless of what anyone thinks of Alicia, it sounds hard to give a flat no. At worst, things might get worse under her wing with the personalities sharing the same roof, but refusing outright must be difficult. Leaving that dump would make anyone happy.
<It has teeth. Like a piranha's mouth, but vertical.
"..."
She stares at you, scrunching her face as she imagines something unpleasant.
"Uh..."
Uncomfortable. She doesn't know what to say, but she can't take her eyes off you during your performance. This is so stupid that maybe a few minutes of your life just vanished with your heavy sigh.
<It wasn't literal!
"Ah!"—her eyes and mouth pop wide open, her face un-scrunching as she briefly raises both hands in a fleeting "STOP"—"yes!"—then her hands drop and her face relaxes—"uh... I... I got it a bit late, but... eh... never mind, sorry... I'm dumb."—she shrinks her body slightly, showing submission. She seems overly worried about these things—
Jennifer wasn't the director. You were about to explain using a whiteboard, curiosity reignited. Alicia follows you with her eyes until your gaze and hers meet at your backpack. You pull something out—paper—and reveal the drawing to the blonde. Her mouth forms a perfect little circle.
"Oh—"—meanwhile, you audibly swallow. Without lifting your head, Alicia's eyes peek over the paper; you seem neutral. Her calm gaze returns to the drawing—"Can I—?"—she asks, starting to smile, but no. She can't.
When her fingers rise threateningly, hovering just centimeters from the sheet, you snatch it away in a sudden motion, making her hand jerk back and her face flood with confusion. The paper is buried back among your things.
<I-It was a gift from Marcy. She's always drawing and stuff...
"Ah..."—she grows a little sad, shrinking in on herself, thinking she did something wrong—"Sorry. I just... it looked cute—I wanted—"—she struggles to look at you; if you reacted that badly... maybe it was precious to you, she shouldn't have tried to touch it...
You straighten up, finding her curled up and looking to the side. You change the subject.
<If you were our mom, would you let us eat ice cream after dinner?
She deigns to look at you, from below, slowly raising her eyes.
"I'm sorry..."—still hung up on the previous moment—"ah... sorry, what did you say?"—she got distracted—"ice cream...?"—she heard, just wasn't sure—
"Yeah..."—she looks past you, toward the window—"...if I were mom..."
She thinks it over, savoring the idea as she puts it into words. In her mind, a scene unfolds—her, Lily, Molly, you, and a dinner full of flavors and abundance that could only exist in her imagination, never on the table they've shared. An empty plate, a full belly, and a happy heart—so much so that she smiles in real life too.
In her head, she walks in holding a giant tub of multi-flavored ice cream and sets it before the girls, and as unrealistic as it sounds, she allows herself to dream. Amidst the two babies flailing their arms and squealing with joy, Alicia can picture Cece smiling.
"..."—her little smile parts her lips for a second, then closes again, but more pronounced. With that smile, she looks at you, happy—"yes... BUT!"—she raises a finger at you, not losing the smile, tilting her head slightly as she fully steps into the mom role, setting conditions—"only sometimes."—she says, very sure of herself, then explains while glancing at the ceiling—"every Friday... and on other days, other desserts."—her raised finger now serves to count—"sometimes you'd get ice cream, sometimes cake, or French toast."—three fingers up, she faces you directly and her upper body leans forward slightly, bringing her face a bit closer—just enough for emphasis, but still timidly respecting your personal space—"and sometimes a yummy-yummy fruit salad!"—she says cheerfully.
>>1774 You wake up, out of nowhere, in nothingness. You are sitting under a weak but insistent rain, which beyond seems dissonant and violent, like a veil of drips. You fall, the mud is almost liquid because of so much water that was given to it. Unpleasant, and yet, the least of the problems.
You don't know for sure what happened. Alicia leaves you laughing, and you return to the bench, where the rain barely touches you, for a necessary moment. You make sure. You're fine, luckily. No bad things have been done to you, you have no injuries. But you're still lost.
You open that bag, the rejected layer is still there. You take it, they wouldn't miss it, and you put it on. It fits you perfectly, as if it had been made for you. The water now hits and slides on the red after you decide to approach the objects left behind.
A simple flashlight, which fits very well in your chest pocket, a very portable red radio, little bigger than your hand, and a strange sphere the size of a large marble, it seems to be made of glass, since it is transparent, but it is completely silver, to the point that it seems like it should be opaque. However, it keeps a golden liquid inside, which moves acting as such, always remaining at the bottom if you decide to inspect it.
But the new items obtained had little good for you compared to what was lost. You run to look for it, under the bench, between the hedges and in the rain. Of course, its absence extends throughout the search, which only makes you desperate. The most difficult thing is to accept that it is not really there.
You give up, and go where the hedges end and the arch begins. The mud road in the dark, which only thanks to your flashlight you can see. Dracula's castle seems like the only option. You step into the unknown.
Your steps sound like footsteps in a puddle. You enter like the only light in a forest, a mud path straight as a sword, dark as death. The flashlight bulb struggles with the black, but seems weak. Darkness surrounds him, and he looks around him almost like particles constantly trying to penetrate the little security he gives you.
The cold seems to come hand in hand with the night. Even with the hood, the breeze can touch your face, filter through and reach your neck. As if it were on purpose. Sometimes making some raindrops, which already seemed to have gotten worse, hit your cheek hard.
To look away to avoid it is to face darkness. You can only see what the flashlight touches, usually a long mud path, which feels dark even under the beam of light, whose end you cannot see, and is constantly harassed, like you, by trees stuck together probably until the end. Seeing those trees doesn't seem to make much sense, if you looked to the left, you would find nothingness itself. Dark silhouettes of more trees hidden in the shadows and little else.
A shrill noise sounds from too close. It's like scraping stone against stone, or maybe it's more like a very damaged phone ringing. Whatever it was, there it was. Looking around you is useless. No. It comes from closer... to you.
It's about the radio. Apparently it was turned on and broken. As you process this, you hear another sound. This one, more distant, like a splash, too similar to what you made while you were walking. It's clear, no illusion, you hear it through the rain and it comes from your right. If you turn your head, after passing by some trees, your flashlight would make two circles of intense green shine between two trunks. Stuck on the head of a huge wolf.
The beast soon comes out of its hiding place, walking normally. It's so big it looks like a bear, maybe more. He doesn't stop moving, or looking at you, keeping his distance, stalking you. Marking the diameter, around you with steps that seem millimetrically taken. He advances with a certain grace, as if wanting to appear elegant with each movement.
It's just a wolf. I could say one. But something about his face didn't fit, maybe the position of his completely empty eyes, the strange lines on his nose, maybe the ears that seem to move with a life of their own from time to time. Vibrating when kissed by the rain.
You could tell that something about his face was... messy.
And making that circular journey, he slowly approached. Until you had it on your side.
>Wolf
"Ohh... Little Red Riding Hood, what are you doing here...?"Again, it wasn't your imagination. He clearly spoke to you, despite not moving his jaws. You felt the sound come from his direction, his voice deep, from a mouth filled with air, like a cave you could enter and disappear.
"Are you lost...?"
He asked, walking, trying to position himself behind your back. His height meant that his head, which encompassed yours and your chest together, was orbiting over you... at least until he lowered it, remaining at your height. His breathing is dense. You feel the air entering and leaving his nose, violently snatched and repelled with natural force. His eyes are on you, piercing, a hunter's gaze.
"Or where are you heading on this lonely night...?"
He asks, sniffing. He drools and licks his lips. But wait. He talks to you, tries to make you relax. Being up close you can see its fur threatening to fall off, as if its skin was melting, but it soon returns to its place, as if rearming itself.
Kek I ended up feeling sorry for Cece and Alicia. In the end what if comes out if everything had not gone to shit.
Dementia: Say hello to my little friend, Starlo!
Keksito. Not ironically, he could handle a firearm masterfully despite never having seen one. But the thing is that they don't exist.
>Imagine meeting a big-headed fairy. You'll probably get used to it, but at first it would be difficult to digest.
I guess so, obviously. But with the way Ribbon is, I see it more as a "low tier" appearance. I mean, sure it's crazy, but I don't know if THAT shocking. I would compare it to finding a Jackallope kek of course it is impressive, but the most scared would be Ribbon.
>>1770 >Dementia Why were there so many surprised faces?
(Oh, right... It was unbreakable... I didn't remember)
But what's done is done. Dementia lifts the piece of temple, deflecting the hammer with the impact even though it was not her plan. She takes the fungus out of the inventory and looks into its eyes, perhaps there is no consciousness in the mushroom, but Dementia wants her to be the last thing the fungus sees. Without his fairy companion, the hood's violence spirals out of control! He sinks his teeth into the face, pulls like a beast, and eats it.
(Now I'm going to grow up... I'm sure it does just that!)
The floor is further away, the ceiling slightly closer, the dress squeezes her hips more, and her buttocks gain weight. It feels good to be family-sized Dementia, although her dress had better have grown with her.
"Wa hah ha!" He laughs triumphantly as he catches Thor's fists. Only for his futile headbutts to erase his sly grin. (Why didn't you tell me before?!) He scolds the narrator, because if he had known... Nothing, he would have fallen into the same situation.
She snaps out of her dizziness with a smack, spins, bounces off the ground, only to be picked up and hit again. Sparks fly inside his head before he kisses the ground a second time. He feels the blood running down from his nose to his lips, and as he passes his tongue he tastes the metallic aftertaste. She is pulled by the cape and stands up straight again, the face that the heroine reveals is unworthy of her legend, her bangs disheveled, her cheek swollen, one eye soaked in blood and the other with a drooping eyelid, her nose stained and running, a trickle of saliva running down the corner of a broken lip. And even with those...
"He...Hehe..."
He dares to laugh. A slow sound, where difficulty and confusion separate the syllables.
"I... You're starting me... A-"
Get angry
The third blow silences her, the one that knocks out a tooth, the only memory of the beating that the magic forgets to heal. Out of his daze, darkness tames the god. The Hood watches from the ground with half-closed eyes, until he stops paying attention and spits the baby tooth that came out into his palm, a tooth that he keeps in his inventory, being very careful not to cut his hand in the process... He plans to give it to Ribbon.
(I think fairies like these things...)
He is dissociating, that is not a good sign. Your attitude may come from a feeling of dissatisfaction and annoyance. He doesn't like that the bad guy is helping him win. He gets up. Watch as the hammer rattles and begins its journey towards its owner...
It's very close. So close I could take it. The hood moves his hand and, as if it were a conjurer's trick, takes Cariñitos out of his hat (Inventory). Dementia did not hesitate even one thousandth, she raised the ax above her head with both hands and let all her weight and frustration fall on the mallet, sending it crashing to the ground.
"AAAAAAAAAH!"
Ax blow 1d132 = 23
"NOOOOOOGH!"
Ax blow 1d132 = 56
"I LOST!"
Maybe not in the accounts because Starlo was there, but that is the feeling he had, and consequently:
Blow! Bang! Bang! 1d132 = 107
She waves her arms until her muscles burn and the sparks blind her, and even then she continues lashing out, as if she wants to smash her way to the center of the world by pulverizing the layers with an axe.
>and it is getting closer to what I most want to get to Sorry for taking so long. I hope I haven't killed both roles. Also, now I'm like Marie. No, I'm not a redheaded nerd with a tomboy girlfriend, but they did tell me to wear glasses, kek.
>Dementia likes to be the mommy It matches its future version.
>Cece chubby That would be a contradiction, wouldn't it? He plays sports, eats poorly, although of course, there is Chowder.
Wattpad? Fanfiction.net. I never got into Wattpad.
>but it's funny to me that it has become commonplace The most curious thing is that they were very well written for the quality that can be expected from a fanfic.
>Is that Omegaverse thing? Yes.
>I recommend doing it in Spanish I always do it. I shouldn't because reading in English helps improve driving skills, but I really enjoy the Spanish language (This phrase sounds a bit strange, KEK). I learned to appreciate it a lot thanks to the poems of Ruben Darío, that guy was a genius, I recommend his profane prose.
>I do not participate in a role in other placesNeither do I. In my underworld days I tried to participate in role-playing forums, but they required more than just getting a VISA.
>Jeff the hugger That name is scarier than Jeff the killer.
>Do you have a favorite creepy? The brothel of paraphilias.
Kek, no. But if I'm honest I don't remember. I think I read several of the ones you mentioned, but I couldn't tell you, I never had a list with creepypasta read in the same way that I have books, it would have helped me. I remember better the old story conglomerates like SCP or The Holders.
>Do you think that's still the trend? I guess? I haven't seen any new trends. Maybe it does exist in other places like tiktok, but I don't use any of the "fashionable" networks.
>chainmailchasers, Morley Grove and the oldest view I didn't know anything about that. You're more aware of that world than I am.
>and angel hare returns When Venezuela becomes a world power I will buy a stuffed animal of it.
>Anyone in particular? Pale Moon came out of there, right? Also the Face of God although it is not a common greentext, or all the conspiracy theories of /x/, which are not gt either but there are several like the one about Antarctica that are scary, or that fascinate me like the one about the flat earth. The latter is kino maximum level fantasy, with the ice ring and new continents like Mu or Lemuria waiting outside. Sadly, when they try to discuss it seriously, they limit themselves to the poor image of a crushed world, leaving aside the most extravagant and crazy possibilities.
Sadly Earth-chan is not flat and there is no island with dinosaurs waiting beyond the poles.
>If it's to get him off your list you could give him a chance but go without waiting too long Anime doesn't attract much of my attention anymore, at least the new ones that come out, and at this point I'm also rejected by the idea of following an eternal shonen like Naruto or Dragon Ball were at the time.
A series that I decided to watch again was Avatar, I already knew it was good, and I know the plots it handles almost by heart, but I am still surprised by how well made it is and its interactions, it is a joy to see it again and meet Aang and the kids again.
>Maybe you seem more involved in the world Not so much, or I don't know, maybe I am and I haven't found out, kek. It's like when they tell you that you're a geek about something and you think that you're just a superficial connoisseur.
>Raimi's? Or Spiderverse's? Those of the UCM. Although my favorites are the first two by Raimi.
>Are they good? The Deadpool ones are just fine.
>I heard it's good edgy keksito I didn't read it either, I saw a summary and yes, it's edgy to say enough because the author hated superheroes. It's also pretty ridiculous.
It seems crazy to me. If I have children, it will be when I decide. He mentioned it because I have seen many colleagues committing their lives to parenthood due to pressure or not wanting to use a condom. Then they regret it, and they have to resign themselves, and there are even cases where they continue to have the life they had before the offspring but leave all the care to the grandmother because, surprise, they were not ready or did not want to have children in the first place.
>Sometimes we are simply down, the best thing then is to take a moment for yourself until you feel better. I hope that makes sense kek He has it. Thank you.
>Or were you curious because they compared it to breaking bad? I saw that they mentioned it and said that it was good, and I decided to give it a chance. The same thing happened to me with The Sopranos, although I dropped that one at the beginning of the second season, maybe I'll pick it up later.
>many arguments were based on the fact that he had many (I quote) "niggers" kek Breaking Bad and The Wire are incomparable. They have a totally different environmental and dramatic tone, each one is its own thing and should be enjoyed as such. Otherwise it would be like comparing Mario 64 with Ocarina of Time.
I really liked The Wire, it is almost documentary in how it shows life in Baltimore and the systems that make it up: Police, criminal, worker, student, political, etc. My favorite season (and the hardest) is the fourth, and the one I liked the least (both for what it proposes and how it is executed) is the final one. Even so, I recommend it as a series. And yes, it has black people everywhere.
>Is it over for this franchise? It will depend on how much you sold.
>Do you know the Dwarf Fortress or the Rimworld?I never bothered to learn Dwarf Fortress, and Rimworld is on my mind. I can't say if I like complex games, but I do like that there is a system that requires mastering, for example the technology in Arcanum, it's a bummer, and in fact it's not efficient at all, kek, with a magical build you'll blow everyone away. But there is something mystical about finding the plans and pieces to build your arsenal, even if it is less efficient than first-level necromancy (There is literally a spell from the school of necromancy with which you can kill almost everything in the game, just the initial one).
>I'll send you the super 8 by mail and you'll look at it kek Speaking of strange movies, I recommend Valerie and her Week of Wonders, within surrealist cinema it is the lightest. I tried to watch Jodorowsky's films because of all the mame of his version of Dune and his wonderful contribution with the Metalbarones, and I was like the Krusty meme when he watches Worker and Parasite, kek.
>would you say this ugly normalfag meme is correct? kek Quite a bit. That's why I dropped 11/22/63.
>>1778 >Sorry for taking so long. I hope I haven't killed both roles. Don't worry! And not at all, it's just that I was inactive due to travel and a bit due to a super long shift that I had to. I'll try to get back to you today and we'll get back to normal. Everything else meta after the turn, this is just to show that I'm still alive kek
>Also, now I'm like Marie. No, I'm not a redheaded nerd with a tomboy girlfriend, but they did tell me to wear glasses, kek. Keksito. You look more and more beautiful every day, OPecito. You are now going to get a tomboy girlfriend and a big butt Russian to cuck her you are officially an honorary Marie. Because we already know that glasses = Marie kek
>>1776 >Cece Refined, educated, elegant. When Alicia explains and looks at her partner, she finds her with her index finger digging into her little nose, removing a snot that she plants on the window glass.
"Teach me what?" She asks with listless eyes, which roll when Alicia claims that she is stupid for not grasping everything at first glance. "If you are stupid then all the kids in the orphanage are mentally retarded... Including me. Give yourself more value, Alicia"
You plant your hands on her knees and squeeze them, it's either that or shake Alicia's dress so she stops being so herself. But not everything about the blonde's attitude is pathetic, sometimes, when she dreams of better places, Cece can close her eyes and dream too.
However...
(I wish I hadn't dreamed so much)
That's what Cece thinks when she wakes up shaken by a dark storm. He draws his hood tight, the bow of fabric forming a curtain of rain. He advances through the unknown with the flashlight lit on his chest, he is very careful where he steps, he does not want to put his foot in a hole and break his leg.
(This darkness is... Strange)
She doesn't know how to explain it, it reminds her of when she was little (Smaller), and she had to get up at night to go pee. The gloom of the hallways had an oppressive magic, a secret energy that pushed her little self to run, as if something bad was chasing her. This forest that reminds her of that nostalgic urgency, only this time Cece remains firm and cautious.
You are not sure if there is a switch to turn on the light at the end of the path.
The scream makes him jump. His face moves everywhere, until it falls on the culprit, the radio. She frowns and clenches her teeth, she would throw the junk if it didn't silence her and freeze the wolf's appearance. As the being advances, Cece retreats. Put the radio away quickly, otherwise it would jump out of your nervous fingers. Cece tries to remember the documentaries about what to do if you find an animal to be saved. Get big? The dead one? Climb a tree? Scream too loud? He cannot put any into practice, first he doubts that it works, second he always saw them as stupid tactics, third by instinctive and automatic reaction he is trying hard not to turn his back on the creature. It's like a dance, face to face, although what Cece wants most now is to stop seeing him.
"Cape-? Ack, uck, argh"
His mouth opens and closes, his syllables choke to the point that he has to raise his hand to his throat. Red is pale under the shadow of the hood.
"A-a-a-a-are you the devil?"Regular character in movies, absolute enemy, treacherous ally. Cece was never very up to date with catechism, but when an incongruity occurs in the world, everyone does what is necessary to fit it as best they can with their reality.
"Fri-are you coming...? Are you coming to offer a deal?"
Swallow. From the corner of his eye he tries to locate the path he was following, and going sideways like crabs he tries to position himself in the middle of the path.
"I don't want any deal. G-Go away! Because if you're the devil, if you're real... There's also the old man on high"
While the hood speaks, he would seek to open the distance and, if he sees an opportunity, he would run towards the castle.
>>1777 You look the mushroom in the eyes. Not a single thought passes through that being, it is as alive as any mushroom. You devour the mushroom, its texture is spongy like that of a cloud
(Or a marshmallow!)
Whatever that was. And its flavor, well, like a mushroom, very similar to a mushroom but with a certain sweet touch like what a carrot would make you feel. It's not entirely pleasant, but you feel the power from the moment you swallow it, a tickling that grows with you and turns you into a big girl capable of head-butting Asgard.
However, your forehead pierces the form of the god, made of an element, which this time you could not hurt due to your low dice.
Obtained: large quote -large tusk: it once belonged to some legendary being, but it wasn't even permanent so it fell off. It seems sharp enough to pierce stone. >Inventory 4/8
The darkness weakens the god, and Mjolnir goes to rescue him. The hammer rattles and flies through the air, because it will always return to Thor... but you slap your hand to the side, Carinitos manifests itself in your hand from the air itself and you raise it to show the hammer what a hammer blow is.
(And when Thor called for the lightning, something stronger fell. The axe, which Little Red Riding Hood wielded.)
(And what happened? Guess! Little Red Riding Hood broke another divine rule.)
(The hammer always finds its way to Thor.)
But not when the blow is so devastating! Carinitos crushed the hammer, slowing its flight and nailing it to the ground. The god of thunder frowns as your blows increase in quantity and speed, sparks rain down like a fireworks festival that shines until it dazzles.
Your screams reverberate like the clamor of steel that vibrated under your blows so constantly that the noise melts into a sharp and sustained note. The sizzling makes a cloud of blinding brilliance, and your arms toned by the pure desire for destruction emanate a heat perceptible in the very air.
(And Little Red Riding Hood hit, and hit, and how her desires were stronger than the world itself...!)
CRACK
>Thor "?!"
>Starlo "..."
POOW
The rock gave way, its unbreakable structure opening around the hammer like a crater. The metal unknown outside Asgard, worked by the two most skilled dwarves, was no different. His body saw the shape of lightning imitated by a crack that covered it, weakening it.
(When Little Red Riding Hood stopped, Mjolnir no longer moved.)
And thunder next to him rumbled. To one side, lightning ascended. And Thor beyond the sky was lost.
>Thor successfully escaped!
Once the electric blue pillar vanished, behind it the other enemy was seen standing once again, shaking his head.
>Starlo "You wasted the ideal opportunity to eliminate him, don't you think?" -Yeah? right? - "but the triumph is ostensible and consummated thanks to our ephemeral duet... Enough, almost, to inspire me with the desire to reward the efforts that have left you in such a sorry state..."
Starlo shows you the space stone, which shines in his hand.
(The stone!)
"However, the key word is almost."
He raises his thumb quickly as if to toss a coin, the stone jumps in an arc, and is caught in the bite of the villain, who lowers his head.
(Oh no! That wasn't supposed to happen!)
"I can feel it..."
The wizard grows a little out of nowhere, being somewhat below your new height, but clearly above normal Dementia.
"I see everything..."
The new power manifests in your being as color. A celestial aura surrounds his being while the gray scale is painted in intense reds and blues that give more life to the magician.
"The power of space..."
Light blue portals open uncontrollably in the air, throughout the large room. Doors to anywhere anywhere, beyond imagination.
"I can control it..."
He looks up with his eyes adorned with a red light like a laser. His words, almost too impulsive for the restrained demon you had known until now, make sense when he claps his hands in your direction... and a portal advances and engulfs you.
>>1777The portal opens the next moment, changing your world completely, you are now facing the ground, which you see from about 20 meters in the sky. You fall quickly, and you crash against the floor outside the temple, a few steps from the steps by which they climbed the mountain. You are not affected in the least, 20 meters is a small fall and something that you could jump with your two little legs without problems.
What could hurt was the reality: you lost. And the sound that came from the sky, the same one that you heard from all the portals that Starlo opened, indicated that you would soon have to explain yourself.
POW!
Merlinus falls about two meters behind you in Yamcha's pose. His little hand shakes like that of a crushed insect, his fragility working against him.
>Merlinus "I feel... something..." -OMG!- "pain..." -ah...-
PAF
In the grass, Sturlu falls face down. In its compressed form, out of combat, with its arms arranged in opposite directions like Chinese toy monkeys those that hook together
>Ribbon "WAAAAAHHHH!"
The last one to fall is the one that would probably take the impact the worst. Ribbon, tiny, soft... and with a longer fall due to her size... but she is saved halfway, when her little wings respond by reflex and leave her suspended in the air, without her stopping screaming.
"AAAHHH!"
It takes him a couple of seconds, or until you tell him, to notice the stillness, and open his eyes to find himself flying. He feels a little embarrassed, but he overcomes it with a start and speeds up his flight towards you like a swooping bird of prey.
"Dementiaaaa!" -she exclaims- "What happened?! I was so scared! I-I heard very loud noises and I wanted to go help you b-but I couldn't open the door! And-and Merlinus didn't want to help me."
>Merlinus "I followed orders..."
>Ribbon "See?! And-and then, that weird portal and-!" -pause with open eyes and the curiosity of someone who notices something- "And Sturlu?" -looks to the sides quickly, spots him- gasp "Sturlu!"
She flies up to the knocked out person, orbits him worriedly, quickly, looking at him from various angles.
"What happened?!"
>??? pantpant
(What's that sound?)
There where the staircase begins, a big head peeks out. An albino boy, with a saucepan helmet. You know him well, say hello, Prince Charming, exhausted, but it's him in person!
>Prince Charming "Ouch... ouch..."
He clutches his chest and plants his wooden sword, a new weapon, on the ground to stay upright. He sweats a lot, he breathes with difficulty, his energies are like the poles, at absolute zero.
"A...a..." -he tries to speak, but the panting makes it difficult, he raises a hand asking for a second-
>Ribbon "I-it's! It's...!" -...- "Who was...?"
>Prince Charming "I'm Prince Charming!"
>Ribbon "Ah... right..." -so that Ribbon doesn't recognize him...-
>Prince Charming pantpantpant
He forces himself to straighten up, removes his hand from his chest, but continues panting with one eye closed.
"Little Red Riding Hood...!" -he forces his voice to get that out of his throat at the same time that he points the sword at you with enough fatigue that his movement seems like that of a drunk- "You..." -he gets tired, ends up lowering his upper body and putting his hands on his knees- pant "I found it!" -he brings his hand to his chest again-
>Ribbon "A-are you okay...?"
>Prince Charming "Too many... steps..."
I mean... More or less.
"But...!"
He straightens up again, panting.
"I came... to stop you...!"
>Ribbon grunt of discomfort
It probably wasn't the best time for Prince Charming to come bothering. But it's not something the little one was going to think about.
>Prince Charming "For destroying... the village..." gasp "fight me, Little Red Riding Hood...!"
>Merlinus "Fight...? I must... help..." -he tries to get up, but probably needs a few minutes of rest first-
>FIGHT?
>[YES] ♡ [NO] >push him down the stairskek
>Ribbon "...Wait, can you refuse to FIGHT...?"
That surprises him, usually combats start automatically when there is some hostility with the enemy.
The temple is finally finished! Now, to carry out chapter 3 that you were looking forward to so muchthis part is more of a 2.5, which won't last long. We're back!
>Matches its future version. It's true. Although otherwise kekSpeaking of which, did you see Rosalina's appearance in the new movie? I was a little disappointed, she looks a little too much like Peach and didn't look that tall...
>That would be a contradiction, wouldn't it?
Well yes, it has already been established that she is skinny. But I had that pike on hand and it looked very good kek
>He plays sports, he eats poorly, although of course, there's Chowder.
Outside of Cece Chowder he may be the only one who doesn't dislike the crap they eat, so he keeps some leftovers. It's not that anyone else wants to repeat. And there is more to tell, but I'm sure it will be discovered in-rol so I don't need to mention it **
>Here you go. Ayy, thank you very much! They're in my medium backlog, not immediate, but I'll get to these so I really appreciate you taking the time to pass it on to me.
>Praise from the stepmother. I honestly never heard of that one. It's just that it's one of the books that my z library recommends for personalization and it caught my attention kek
>It's a ss doujinshi
Based? Kek
>removing an excessively eschatological episode Oh boy, I guess that's what I'll have to expect from the author. Especially with this book, (if I remember correctly) it's about a dictatorship or something like that, I guess there's going to be some dirty stuff in there. I'll tell you when I read it if he calls you kek
>Fanfiction.net. I never got into Wattpad. Ah, I'm no longer aware of that. I on Wattpad at least read a little My Little Pony fanfic when I was very little kek it was a cringe oneabout pregnant Applejackno, it wasn't porn, just about what it would be like if she were pregnant KEK
>were very well written Ayy, so you did read them and everything.
The truth is that it is curious, I wouldn't expect the South Park fujoshis to be something that stands out in the community for their good writing. But hey, what do I know. They say you should never underestimate fujos.
>Yes. There are people very obsessed with it, many people want to roleplay it. I still don't get it, I think I'll read Brave New World next and tell you if it has anything to do with this.
>You shouldn't because you read in English
Keksito just in case. Many want to read in the original language and that
>but I really enjoy the Spanish language
Second, it is a language that can become very beautiful. I wish I could handle it so beautifully, sometimes it surprises, but not many can appreciate it. AND QUIXOTE IS TASTED IN SPANISH FUCK
>(This sentence sounds a bit strange, KEK)
Keksito. You said that! I didn't think anything strange until you said it. Malpensao...
>Ruben Darío, I recommend his profane prose.
Profane? Wot I'll write it down. I like poetry although I don't consume it too much. I always remember poems like the matricide or one at the end of "the boy who went crazy with love", the first by Gabriela Mistral. It's lovely.
>they demanded more than to get the VISA. Keksito. I've seen it, at least here in the general meta, that they showed the giant pieces that were being assembled. Also with images and everything. I don't know, it seems like too much to me. But I have seen the roles, ironically for so much that they ask they always role with two words and that's it. It's not that it's bad, it's our turn, but it's still a little funny.
>is scarier than Jeff the killer. True, you could twist it pretty kek but he was supposed to be a happy, huggable twink and that's it. Now that I think about it, I don't know if it would be too nice for a random gay guy to want to hug you. Personal space and all that.
>The brothel of paraphilias. T-that exists?
>search I don't remember. It is understood. They are things from the poof past but past. I remember them because I read them too much, it was one of my main activities online.
>I think I read several I would recommend checking them out if you're ever in the mood for a Creepypasta. They are cool. Then you have dogscape, that one is very unpleasant, it seems like a level of the backrum before its existence kek
>SCP or The Holders. The Holders always seemed like quality to me. Although I never liked that there are some where losing is literally inevitable, there was one called the one with the mirror I think, in which you literally died at the end and your doppelganger took you as an object or something like that.
SCP seemed like quality to me at the beginning, but now it seems to me that they make a lot of nonsense. And I have zero interest in reading your extra kek stories
>I guess?I won't argue with you about that, it won't be as strong as before, but there isn't any new movement that has taken its place either.
>Maybe it does exist Me neither. But if it were something at the level of analog horror, I still imagine that one would find out about it out of the blue.
>I didn't know anything about that. More or less, I know them, but as I say I'm not very into the trend either. Although I do have them pending.
>When Venezuela becomes a power Keksito. Very second, but with Arjensimia. Gabby's stuffed animal is gorgeous. Too bad I can't buy it in my fifth world currency kek
>Pale Moon came out of there, right?
I think so? Although after writing that and searching for it I realized that it was not what I thought. But it must be the same.
>Also the Face of God although it is not a normal greentext
Really? Kuek, what an idiot I am, I always thought it was from /mu/ or something because they were talking about something in the sound spectrum.
>/x/ conspiracy theories They were right...
>Antarctica, or that of the flat earth. I didn't really see them. I will have used /x/ twice.
>leaving aside the most extravagant and crazy possibilities. Redpilleame kek
>Sadly
The dinosaurs are in the jungles. Mokèlé-mbèmbé is real.
But I wish there were countries that we don't know. It would be interesting. If Atlantis refloats and people are going to populate it and I wonder what the economic issue would be like...
>the anime doesn't catch my attention much Same. I only watch Jujutsu, but because my nephew makes me watch it. And I still have to see Gundam and Ashita no Joe because I have them on the list. Then nothing.
>I hate the idea of following an eternal shonen I understand it, at least BNHA did have an end. Although as I say, I haven't watched it nor would I recommend it after dropping it in season 3.
>Avatar Yessss. Avatar is a series that is impossible not to like, the only complaint I know of is that the ending is a deus ex machina, but it never bothered me too much in particular. It is super well written, all good episodes, not one bad.
>it's a joy to see you again Second. Who is your fav? For me it was always Toph, my first waifu. Btw, for more "western anime" check out boondocks, the first three seasons are THE BEST there is. And season 1 has a couple of very special moments, then it's 100% humor, but it's so funny that it doesn't bother meavoid season 4, believe me.
>superficial connoisseur. Kek Keksito. Either way, you can be more involved than me and be only half an amateur. As I say, I'm not very into superheroes.
>UCM. Oh. I never really looked at those. I saw the originals and the Sony kek ones. Everyone says that those Sony ones are shit, but I was a child, I didn't have that criterion.
>Raimi. They were pure quality. I haven't seen them in years, but as a child I used to look at them over and over again. At that time Spidey fans ate well with those movies and the Spectacular Spider-Man series kek
Into the spiderverse is cool, if you want to see more. I didn't see the sequel, but the original is good. And Peni is beautiful.
>deadpool Well, enough. You don't always need a movie that changes your life, as long as it accompanies a Sunday with some popcorn and a soda, it's fine.
>is edgy to say enough is enough Doesn't sound like something I would read. I heard bad things like Butcher makes his dog rape a chihuahua and shit like that kek.
>It's also pretty ridiculous. In that way? Is it because of the end? That's what I heard is really stupid
>>1781 >>1782 >Dementia Ax blow after ax blow, the sweet hands that shake the handle turn the kilos of steel? in tons of power. The temple vibrates, sparks jump and shake as if seeking to get rid of excess energy. The screams of a frustrated hood end when - with a final downward blow - the hammer is lodged in a crater. The ground boils, the hood itself, panting and with its bangs messy in front of its face, releases trails of vapor from its skin. Is it his sweat evaporating, or his blood getting so hot from anger?
Thor escapes on an electric pillar. Dementia carries Sweetheart on her shoulder, but keeps her head down even when Starlo speaks to her."I lost... It's not worth ending it like this" He says. Ribbon's teachings about love and empathy don't cross his mind, because his internal annoyance outweighs his consideration for others. What kind of girl from legends needs the bad guy's help to win? The hood grinds his teeth at the thought.
(A girl- All-... PISS!)
He choked on the adjective.
Starlo plays with the stone, trying to poke it, but Dementia just tilts her head and snorts. Portals, levitation, space twisting, and a narrator who keeps panicking about what he witnesses.
THE STONE SHOULD BE GOTTEN BY THE HEROES!
The hood trembles with every word spoken, his mouth is pursed and his face is colored by a pink that evolves into an intense red. Perhaps for the narrator it is sincere bewilderment, but everything Dementia hears:
SO SOFT! YOU DIDN'T DO WHAT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO DO! POOP DEMENTIA! DEMENTIA POOP!
...
"I DO THE BEST I CAN!"
He shouts into the air with his eyes closed, his fists clenched, and his hair twitching. When you open your gaze you discover yourself in another place and feel your feet light, you look down finding nothing, air. He manages to run about five steps before collapsing and hitting the ground outside the temple. His companions also fall around him.
Ribbon has to realize her situation alone, because the hood is lying upside down like an upside-down starfish (?). The only thing the hood produces in its current position are indecipherable murmurs.
"..." He plants his palms on the floor and with slow movements he rises. It's surely obvious to Ribbon that Dementia is not normal, otherwise she would have gotten to her feet with a jump or somersault, or a jump WITH a somersault. His hair is fallen and disheveled, his hood dusty, his strange clothes soaked by all the perspiration that the fight entailed this to justify the pic, kek, and even more serious: the shine in his eyes looks distant like a candle at the end of a tunnel. "I... I knew the taste of defeat"
He announces, looking away. He expected mocking laughter, or a "I don't love you anymore" from Ribbon and her plump figure turning her back on him to disappear into the sunset. It's what Dementia feels she deserves after what happened. But as the saying goes: there were many and grandma's pariahs, because Prince Charming appears. Dementia's gaze moistens and her pupils grow when she sees him, with a small hope that perhaps the prince will bring words of comfort...
But no.
He comes to stop her because she blablabla and repeats Starlo's lies. Dementia frowns and growls in exasperation. He's not in the mood to deal with this right now. If the prince wants to believe that she is evil... Well, let him believe it! The hood stomps his foot forward and points at it with one hand.
"Everything you heard about me is true, true, TRUE! I destroyed the village! I hurt the wolf! I turned the poor, innocent goblin to ashes! I ate all the bears' food! And if you keep pestering me and following me... I WILL EAT YOU!"
One, two, three long steps are enough to stand in front of the boy. He raises a little fist, it seems like he's going to hit him in the head with everything, but after lowering his hand he stops an inch from the young man's forehead. He stretches out his index finger, Dementia pokes him and pushes him down the stairs
>>1783 >I was a little disappointed, she looks a little too much like Peach and didn't look that tall At least they respected his huge futa-cock Kek. We would have to see her next to Peach to know her true height, I hope they make her big, in Mario Kart she is heavy category like Bowser.
>And there is more to tell Chowder eats the orphanage children!
>is about a dictatorship or something like that Also expect many military cucks.
>so you did read them and everything. Yes. They were always the ones with the most reviews and favorites, inevitable.
>AND QUIXOTE IS TASTED IN SPANISH FUCK And not modern Spanish for faggots, old Spanish!
>Profane? Wot That's the title, I didn't see anything suggestive about it. But perhaps at the time his fixation with women with hips and thighs did make people blush like deflowered maidens.
>Gabriela Mistral I keep the name.
>I don't know if it would be too nice if a random gay wants to hug you It depends on whether one wants it.
>T-that exists? Yes, kek. It wasn't that bad. Pic 2 is the author, I think she has written more, but the brothel is her most famous and famous work (I don't know if there is much difference between the original creepypasta and the book she published later).
>Quejesto bro That's the synopsis of the first chapter, if I remember correctly. There was another one about a teenager who wanted to fuck her father who abandoned her and who had a bum because he was a porn actor (Same bum that she later crushed with a hammer or mace). The author also has a crush on Jason Vorhees.
>doscape Now Luz will take Marie to the level of the dog plains! After all, Marie likes puppies, right? kek
>Although I never liked that there are some where losing is literally inevitable If The Holders existed, it would make sense. You are literally screwing with something you don't understand. Bringing them all together may be a trap to make us sin with our completist impulse.
>but nowadays it seems to me that they make a lot of nonsense Yes, I decided to ignore much of the modern contributions for that very reason. But still, one remembers SCP fondly.
>Redpilleame Open spoiler.
>my nephew makes me look at it. It's nice that he wants to share his hobbies with you, it means he thinks highly of you and appreciates your company.
>the only complaint I know is that the ending is a deus ex machina Since I already knew what was coming, I didn't dislike the turtle that much either. More criticizable was the fire lord himself, whom I always compared to a Great Patriarch or Mumm-Ra but without charisma. But I have to admit that the end of the fire book does feel somewhat rushed, perhaps they should have made two seasons, or a book titled air to conclude everything and take a moment to develop all that stuff about the energies or the past of the lion turtles.
But I'm not complaining, it's a miracle that a series as good as Avatar existed.
boondocks I know him, I saw him in animax (Before his horrendous fall from grace with sitcoms). I have to see it again to refresh my memories. I really liked the episode when they go to the movies.
>avoid the fourth I will do it.
>the Spectacular Spider-Man series She was so good that they didn't allow her to continue.
>Into the spiderverse is cool Yes, very good. I think the sequel is incomplete.
>I heard bad things like Butcher makes his dog rape a chihuahua and shit like that There are also farting plotwists with clones, fetuses that make their mothers fly, etc. For example, Black Noir's character is much more transcendental and important, and I think Homelander fucks Soldier Boy... Or could it be the other way around?
Soldier Boy is my favorite character in the series.
>But the sopranos is very long, right? Six seasons, 86 episodes in total. It's not that long.
>Oh I don't know if I would like that By almost documentary, I mean that it gives a surprisingly realistic look at how the police work, their prejudices, the experiences of the ghetto, etc.
>Ayy well that's a little poorly designed, isn't it? It is not something that destroys the experience, Arcanum was so ambitious that it is normal for some parts to limp. It also came out broken and it was up to the community to fix it. There will be mods that weaken that necromancy spell. I went full technology because I found it more fun and challenging than magic, although magic is also fun to use.
>AmalkaSuper extra duper adorable. I was amazed when I discovered its design.
Kek, I'm level zero, I haven't used it for years and it won't let me send friend invitations. I don't promise to be the most active Steam player in the world, but maybe one of those we can play something.
>>1780 He who drinks from a glass and chews silently with inseparable lips is elegant, he who measures his movements at the table carefully is the refined one. That's where the name must come from, Alicia supposes, since you refined your actions. Finesse that is seen in distant gestures to those who see you make.
Alicia is left with the words in her throat while you stain the glass with a sticky green shaving.
>Alice Wolf <Cape-? Ack, uck, argh
He spoke to you. You felt each syllable crawl through your ears like any person's words. You understood in that moment that what you had in front of you was evil. The stories that pass from mouth to mouth, where the unspeakable prowls the earth in animal form, and with just a few impious whispers eats away at the sanity of the unfortunate, they cease to be something laughable when you are under their gaze.
"Little Red Riding Hood..." -finish your sentence- "I can see... the red... I like it... I can only see... the red..."
It is said that dogs can see few colors. White, black and red.
<Are you the devil?
"The devil?"
The wolf keeps staring at you. He hasn't moved anymore since he got to your height, comfortable with this position.
<Fri-com...? Are you here to offer a deal?
"Yes... an idea... a help... because you looked so alone..."
You look back, you have the path you were following now behind your back, because the wolf forced you to turn until you circled around you so as not to turn your back on him.
<I don't want any deal. G-Go away! Because if you are the devil, if you are real... There is also the old man in the heights
"Why are you kicking me out?" -tilts head- "Are you afraid...?"
It brings its enormous head towards you, leaving its snout a few meters away. His nose moves as if it were full of worms inside while you listen to the quick sniff that makes your hair and hood shake like a branch in the blizzard.
"Yes... you're scared...!" -he licks his lips with emotion- "don't worry... I'm going to help you get out... and you... will calm my hunger..." -he speaks between gasps of growing desperation-
After those words, he attacks you with a headbutt to which you react by turning and running, you hear the snap of the teeth, and you almost feel the pressure of those jaws colliding just centimeters from your back.
In desperation, you plunge violently into darkness. Mud and water splash up to your calves. And a stumble almost made you fall face down. The radio that was silent for a moment suffers again with the noise of writhing parasites just at the same time that you hear other equally desperate footsteps following you.
"Come back here... I'm hungry, Little Red Riding Hood! Come back!"
You run with an advantage, but the beast is faster. The splashing behind you grew louder by the second, like static, like the harsh noise of the wolf's breathing. Your legs were not up to par, the enormous, quadruped monster took the place of your shadow, when you saw the road divide in two. Turning now was impossible, you go straight and... the wolf takes the other path instead of following you.
The radio is silent. You were alone again. At least as far as your view, obstructed by trees or dense darkness, allowed you. Perhaps slowing down but never slowing down, you look for your only lantern, the light of the castle that appears between the trees at the end of your path.
You see the door, huge and made of very robust wood. You have it a couple of meters away... But then, the radio cries once again, and from among the trees, the wolf jumps, depriving you with its enormous shadow of all the light that you finally found in the castle. You ran, jumped, rolled, whatever made you feel like it would save you, and crossed the threshold as the beast ripped a piece of your hood off.
The wolf turns quickly as soon as it hits the ground, and charges back, replacing the words with the noises of hunger. But the door closes violently, with such firmness that no growl, scratch or tackle that echoes from the other side can make it give way. The blows increase in desperation.
"OPEN THE DOOR! LET ME IN!"And they are combined with screams and gasps of the same nature that soon, like the blows, cease.
"I'm going to find you, Little Red Riding Hood..." -his voice is calmer, like a chilling whisper with which he doesn't threaten, but rather assures- "you won't get to see the dawn."
You hear footsteps walking away. The radio turns off.
You are now on a centuries-old bridge. The stone that constitutes it, cracked and dusty, suggests that it has not received maintenance since then. On the sides, a somewhat high drop, which overlooks an extensive garden, with trees and darkness on both sides, which does not allow you to see much more from here.
Without much else to do on this bridge, you walk under the streetlights that even in the rain gather clouds of insects, and cross the middle, where there is a cracked statue of a robed man on either side. Without inscriptions or anything that makes them recognizable other than their appearance and position.
In front, finally the main building of the castle. The stone of the past rises to the sky with its round towers and tiny windows. A relic of the past, straight out of a fairy tale, that would probably look much prettier without the rain and the night darkening it.
You can continue, without problems. The bridge leaves you in front of another large door. At least three feet high, and two wide. It must be the main entrance. To your left, the path soon ends. At least with the naked eye you can't find anything more than a short path before a wall at the height of your belly stops your path. It almost seems like an area made more for the structure to function, with the pillars that are there.
Your right is different, the path is much longer. With the rain so heavy it is difficult to see very well, but you see the threshold of a door, and beyond it is a stone scalene triangle. Although it is not clearly visible, by basic logic they are steps that you are seeing from the side.
It's time to decide where to go.
You can even explore all three locations in one turn if that interests you.
Today is a special day because TLOZ turns 40! It's already a mature franchise kek I'm not a fan of 2D Zeldas (I'd have to start playing ALTTP and see if it hooks me) but it must be given its place, in its time it was quality. And I've seen many say that Zelda 1 is incredible despite the passage of time. I couldn't say, I've never tried it. But maybe someday. No idea if Nintendo is going to do anything for this special date, but I am! Same mini dynamic as last time. Respond to this post in less than 24 hours and win a rare item for each campaign.
Zelda is a saga that, without expecting it, has accompanied me throughout my life. >I'm not a fan of 2D I hope my recommendation helps you. In case you hadn't noticed, Oracles are a gem full of charisma, and I say one because they are actually the same game, whether you enjoy Seasons first and then Age (It's the order I recommend) they feed off each other and to fully enjoy them, including the true ending, you have to ping pong between the two.
My favorite race of all the Zeldas, the subrosians, are in the Oracles, kek. I hope one day they return.
>>1787 Also, about Zelda 1, if you go with the mentality of trying things (Bombs, fire) with walls and bushes where there seems to be nothing, you can complete it without a guide. Although if you get stuck there is no problem looking for help online, after all it was a game designed to spend money calling the Nintendo Hotline.
>>1784 You fall, literally and figuratively. You were now lying with motivation like you, on the floor. Ribbon takes a minute screaming, until she runs out of air, to open one eye and notice that she is still flying thanks to her little wings.
>Ribbon "..."
He is very embarrassed, he looks around, it seems that no one noticed. But the relief that this could bring him does not last long when he finds you down, he is startled and dives to join you.
He doesn't overwhelm you just with his presence, but also with his words. A lot of blabla, in what he talks about, you got up slowly, as if the floor had glue. Maybe he didn't pay much attention to that, because the lack of ostentation didn't bother him... but once he saw you in front of you, his heart almost stopped.
"...Dementia...?"
With his mouth open and his eyes almost wide open, he sputtered worriedly, a prelude to the confession that would make his cortisol spike.
Merlinus "What did he say?"
Defeat...
(At the worst moment, someone else decides to show up.)
(A new wooden sword and little else. The opposite of Little Red Riding Hood, self-proclaimed eternal rival.)
(And this time he did nothing but come to make you feel bad.)
>Prince Charming
You growl. The prince remains serious, you stomp your feet. The ground shakes and the little guy rises a meter above the ground without losing his posture... but you hear him swallow saliva with that all the way to where you are standing. You point your finger at him, he jumps as if he had been struck by lightning.
"Eep!"
Ribbon "..."
The little girl sat down.
"Did we lose, Dementia?" -so that portal was from the time stone-
She asked, and she looked at you, and if you looked at her you would also see her with that desire to know that she has a baby, with those eyes that worry without being able to fully understand the feeling, only knowing that it is wrong.
And he waited for that answer, or waited for the lack of that answer. And he flew, and hugged your neck, hugging you, with great strength... not physical. Rather reflected in how much he squeezes his eyes.
"It's okay, Dementia... don't be sad..."
He didn't have anything in particular to say. There was no room for doubt. I just wanted you to stop being sad. He separated and looked into your eyes, cupping your cheeks as if to appreciate you. As you did so many times...
"H-there are... two more stones!"
He exclaimed with a haggard face. Seeing you like that hurt him and you could see it in his eyes as if he had a needle going through his foot.
"We're going to find them! Yes? Don't worry... But don't be sad... O-o..."
He sniffs twice with his little nose. She puffs out her cheeks and turns red, her eyes filling with tears that she tries to hold back.
(...or she gets sad too...)
I didn't want to just answer this, but I prefer not to assume things. I owe you a quick turn as soon as you answer this kek
>>1788 >Perfect! >The items will be added to your inventory from the next turn kek
>Zelda is a saga that, without expecting it, has accompanied me throughout my life. It's always nice when something like this happens. I wish something similar had happened to me, but the closest thing for me would be God of War, which I did start with that saga as a child, but I abandoned it after 2018 because it became too cuck I would only play pirated Ragnarok in the future or Metal Gear Solid, but I didn't start that saga as a child. Even so I have tremendous appreciation for him
>In case you hadn't noticed, the Oracles are a gem full of charisma I haven't, I've never seriously tried a 2D Zelda. Although I believe you, I have seen a lot of love for Oracles throughout my life, but I always turned my back on them because I wasn't sure it was my thing.
>they are actually the same game Really? From what I remember hearing, one is much more about puzzles and the other is much more about combat.
>including the true ending, you have to ping pong between the two. And I suppose I can achieve that with an emulator, right? Does it have to be a thing of the saved ones and that's it?
>My favorite race of all the Zeldas, the subrosians, are in the Oracles, kek. I hope one day they return. Keksito the Merlinus Most likely they will return in an obvious remake. I'm sure they'll make one after the one they sent from Link's awakening. From there to actually reusing them sounds more difficult. But who knows. Make it happen Aonuma.
>aldo Maple is super adorable
>aldo2 I think several people gave a lot of waife points to Malon in those games, right? keksito, and he was already adorable in OoT>aldo3 I'll play them then. I'll tell you as soon as I start it.
>aldo 4 With what you said at the beginning, I imagine that you more than me must be confused that they didn't even say happy birthday to the kek franchise for their 40th.
Nintendo doesn't deserve Zelda...
>>1789 >you can complete it without a guide It has to be, as long as there is not some very bullshit occasion as the Muricans say.
>if you get stuck there is no problem in seeking help online I understand, I'm anti-guides, but even I have a limit. And sometimes it helps, the last time I used guidance was last year for The Evil Within because I had arrived at a place and didn't know what to do. I searched the area from head to toe several times, but couldn't find anything. I ended up looking for it on YouTube and it turns out that the game had bugged and a cinematic was not activated. Although I assumed it, maybe I wouldn't have noticed, because even though I loaded my game, the same thing happened again. The only solution was to restart the entire chapter.
What a heaviness. That game had a lot of bugs... but I'm going off the deep end. What I wanted to say is that there is no shame if you have already wasted a lot of time and don't know where to go.
>was a game designed to spend money calling the Nintendo Hotline. It's true. And so that it can be talked about among friends, and that you buy the guides...
I suppose this is also part of what has enhanced the fun of the game for those who have it among their favorites in the saga. That and for its time it is a truly surprising game with its map and all that.
This post was only to confirm that I will add your items later. I will answer the rest of the goal tomorrow or the day after. I have sleep.
>>1791 >after 2018 for becoming very cuckK You have to be a better man, anon.
>Really? By the same game I don't mean that it's like the Pokemon versions. But together they are the same experience, to the point that if you don't have both, the story remains incomplete and you lose a lot of secrets.
>puzzles and the other much more combat I can't tell you which is which, kek. I remember Age as more complicated, yes. The connection is about codes. The oracle who never had her game (Pic) is the one in charge of showing you how it's done. There are very nice puzzles with that whole system, and yes, you can do it without a problem with an emulator.
>remake I hope you love it. Nintendo has been very weak lately and resting on their laurels just because they are selling well.
>the merlinus For that Merlinus would have to be immune to lava and know how to dance, kek.
>Malon I had to look it up because I didn't remember that he was in it at all, and I can assure you that therefore his role was not nearly as prominent as in Ocarina. The oracles waifu is definitely pic spoilers. Although my personal favorite is pic 3, his last name is Melano.
>anniversary For me, don't rush things to fit dates. We already saw with Sonic how catastrophic such a practice can be.
>bullshit as the muricans say Then never try a PC point and click adventure, kek. That is the genre of true atrocities. There are some that are fairer: Monkey Island, Day of the Tentacle, Broken Sword, but the general tone is extreme sonicism.
>guide I am completing 100% of Cruelty Squad (Great game, it has become one of my favorites in the world, although they warned me not to approach their community). And I go into the wiki to confirm that I didn't leave anything out in the levels. Since its graphics have a... ahem, chaotic charm. Sometimes you accidentally skip things. I walked by a room like 7 times and didn't realize there was a special weapon I wanted lying on the floor. Still, I think all its secrets can be discovered if you spend enough time.
That's another recommendation I leave you, Cruelty Squad. Don't let me turn you away from the ugly. To fully enjoy it you have to go in without knowing too much, it is full of surprises.
>>1786 >Cece She was always known for facing problems head-on, even with fear and worry, Cece's main instinct was to run forward, charging with her head even if she ended up with a bleeding nose. But this time his nerves screamed otherwise.
Cece turns her back on the danger and escapes with a constant pain in the center of her chest, as if her heart was trying to burst out of her mouth. He doesn't look back, nor does he notice the scratches and scrapes he causes by kicking away the branches. She sees a castle and a gate, but it is the shadow that intervenes that startles her. More by accident than by controlled action, Cece drops and slides feet first in a sweep lubricated by all the accumulated mud.
The door closes behind her without her quite understanding how. Sitting facing the sealed threshold, she still struggles to back away, pushing with her palms and heels until her back hits something and she lies there between rapid gasps. Only when the radio goes off and silence sets in does her heart gradually stop stabbing her from the inside.
Her eyes seem gone, her skin milky and ghostly, as she stands up clumsily she needs to hold on to the railing of the stone bridge to prevent her trembling legs from causing her to collapse. An uncomfortable warmth forms a grimace, and his lips utter a silent curse. He wants to ignore it, but after taking a couple of steps, wriggling like a penguin, he understands that it's impossible.
She takes off her shorts, then her panties, which she holds dangling away from her body between her thumb and forefinger. A warmth permeates the undergarment, Cece wrinkles her nose at the sight and feels embarrassed. He folds it as best he can and puts it in his inventory, perhaps hoping to find a place to put it to dry. He pulls up his shorts, it's denim, it rubs and irritates his skin, but due to the discomfort he can only swallow thickly.She crosses the bridge hugging herself. Their eyes move restlessly and observe everything with distrust. The lamppost, the statue, the castle... In another situation he would have something to think or say, but now he is barely getting over the shock of the chase. Maybe in half an hour she will be calm enough to wonder if she finally went crazy like Amélie.
(Or the bus crashed... And now I'm in hell... I was bad, I stole the church's money)
For a moment he sees the figure of Alice in his mind.
(No... If it were hell she wouldn't be here... Would she?)
He shakes his head to stop himself from rambling.
The only thing Cece wants now is to have a roof over her head, she would try the door, or she would peek into any place that promised her a minimum of shelter. Decide to explore all paths.
>>1793 Terror stains your soul and your body. The traces of persecution are scratches on the skin, and a yellow tint that makes the intimate fabric heavier. You don't want it on or on top. You take it to inventory, choosing another discomfort.
>Stained Panties has been added to your inventory. -wet underwear. It is not pleasant to use.
You notice that you are carrying another object. Like antimony, you don't remember ever picking it up.
>winged anklet -An anklet with a wing. Silence your steps. but you have to put it on kek
Your progress is empty. The gaps are filled only with the hiss of the downpour as your helpless gaze wanders through the air like those bugs squirming around the streetlight. They only seek the light, but your eyes flee from it to the next possible shadow where evil is hidden. A statue, motionless, and forgotten. The same as the one that is in parallel, they are the same from design to oblivion. Harmless brothers beyond appearance and abandonment. Familiar.
The castle. Enormous. So loaded that it is difficult to see where to begin to describe. Mysterious for many reasons... But it was now your only possible refuge.
The door is your main objective. But there are more areas of interest to see... at least the one on your left hand side seems to hide little. You walk a little until you almost reach the small wall that ends the path. Beyond there is a drop of a few meters, it will not be that high, because trees reach this height. But who knows what will be below, because they don't let you see.
To your right, where a pillar prevented you from seeing, there is a small roof supported in conjunction with another pillar that goes down from the edge to the foundation. A place built probably by logic rather than desire. Below it is poorly decorated with two large urns... but fragile looking.
Right in front of them, there is also a cat sitting. His appearance is simple: adult and white. He was probably taking shelter from the rain... But if you got close, he would run out between your legs and go back the way you came, scared.
You retrace your steps. Perhaps out of simple curiosity, to postpone your entry or without really thinking too much about it, you advance past the door. You walk a little, and the space to walk becomes wider, to your left you see windows one after another, with opaque glass that keeps the secrets of the place. You walk through a perpetually open door, abandoning the rain for the second it takes to cross that small threshold into another area.
Where you are standing you see some flower pots placed as decoration. There are six. With myrtle, rosemary and ferns. Average plants. Next to you, a few meters above your head is an oriel, also opaque.
Limiting the path is another railing. You must go around, approaching the castle building to go through the corridor that it makes, which is barely one meter long and marks its transformation into a balustrade that extends towards your right hand, going down to accompany the staircase that leads to the garden.
Taking a few more steps you are between two stairs. The one that goes up and bends, probably towards the balcony, and the one that goes down, as already mentioned, towards the garden. From your position you can see a fountain with a path on each side.
Maybe you'll decide to go down. The steps leading to the garden are more treacherous. Wet and moldy. You shouldn't hurry, because there are only those vines to grab you, covering the balustrade until they almost hide it. Other than that they look weak, you swear you see them move for a second, when you blink, they are still as always.Once at the base, what stands out is still that source. It is large, and its circumference is used to mark a limit, left one path, right another. In the middle, the large fountain. It would be too big for you even if you were an adult. But you don't need to be an adult to notice how neglected it is. Cracks, like all the stone you have seen so far, cover it as well as the abundant undergrowth. The water you have looks dirty, stagnant. With leaves and some paper floating on its surface.
The path to the right is lost in the darkness. The one on the left shines when you point your flashlight at it. You see a metal door.
Behind you there is one last thing. Diagonally, meters from the steps, there is a tree which is planted on a small stone 'stage'. It is a tree with very leafy leaves, it does not rain under it. This is taken advantage of by the cat from before, who is now sitting there relaxing.
It is your decision to continue exploring.
However, what you wanted most now was shelter. And no matter how nervous the idea may be, entering the castle is the only thing that occurs to you right now.
You go to the front door again. You can feel the weight it holds just by looking at it, its wood stands up to the passage of time with its strength. And you must put his strength before yours.
You plant your palms on the wood, and push with your natural strength. The rusty hinges creak under your effort, slowly giving way to you. Once you open enough to make a space, you go through the door and you are inside...
A vestibule. The light was dim, coming mainly from the flickering candles in the hanging chandelier, swaying softly but steadily from the ceiling that was high enough to make you feel like an insect. 20 meters, at least.
But it was enough lighting to give you an overview. Everything seemed to be generally white with brown decorations, yellow in yesteryear. The trend is seen in the tiles, in a flag on the wall to your left which has a strange symbol, like a triangle surrounded by a circle, which has a square with another circle inside. In the frames, with paintings of a mustachioed man in a suit who looks important. There are several, here and there. His narcissism did not save him from neglect. The canvases look yellowish.
To your left was a very nice wooden table, with a clipboard. Beyond, nothing but a wall with a decorative shield between two pillars, stylized with blue, an arrow pointing up in the middle, and three crosses. Perhaps a symbol of the clan from which it comes.
Your right is another matter. Also between pillars, an elegant wooden door with golden engravings attracts attention. Even the frame that surrounds it looks made with every intention of being beautiful. White stone with lines like a Greek pillar to highlight. Which does as well as that plate of pure gold in the middle of the fine birch. 'music room'. At least you don't need to guess what's there.
But the elephant in the room is the pair of stairs in the middle. Both lead to the same place, curving towards the second floor, from where you see a tall, young and very pretty woman descend. Just over 20 years old, with skin as light as snow and eyes as red as an apple. That dark, dull red that focuses on you without saying anything, with its coordinated, robotic movements, like a refined woman.
In her black and white maid's clothes, she approaches without showing her intentions, with her hands in her lap, until a few meters separate them. He doesn't deign to speak directly. He watches you, letting the rain, and the radio turning on, be the only noises for a moment. If you don't wear the winged anklet, others can hear the radio
The woman then lowers her upper body, bowing to you.
>Maid "Welcome, princess... I was waiting for you... Please follow me to your temporary room."
He straightens up, and without further ado, turns around to go back up the stairs.
Also directly in front, that is, straight ahead from the entrance and in the middle of the two stairs there is a door, but I didn't see a good time to put it in the narration kek
>>1793You walk behind her. if you want, otherwise you can ignore this whole turn up close, you can see that impeccable dress. There is no room for a single lint or wrinkle in your fabric, but at this distance, you notice some old stain that you didn't see before... and that you can't recognize now.
They go down the stairs. The wood creaks, lamenting like an old man who can barely do his job, until they reach the second floor, where they are welcomed by a wide hallway that goes from left to right.
Once you touch the worn carpet, an intense red for a change, you are officially on the 2nd floor. To your left, a long hallway is lost in the darkness due to the poor lighting of the gas lamps. There are door frames. That's what you can see, but the maid doesn't stop for a second, and continues on her way to the right, towards a shorter hallway.
Following her, you are watched by pictures of the same man who was below. Those eyes follow you. There is almost no doubt.
There are four doors distributed along the hallway. But she opens the first one on the right, and stands aside so you can enter.
>Maid "This is your room."
Wait for you to enter. Inside, it is well lit from what we have seen so far. A fireplace on your right hand side is lit, the wood crackles and gives its warmth to you, the maid, and the man with the mustache in that painting to the side. Between the fireplace and the clock... Him again.
To your left is a somewhat large bed. With pink sheets and pillows and wood with engravings. Sensual. Beyond is a closet, to which the maid goes. To the right of it, which now faces the closet, is a door that probably leads to the bathroom.
"I have prepared clothes for you."
He turns around and hands you clothes. Well folded. He looks at you expectantly. If you stretched it out, you would find a dress similar to a princess's dress, but that seemed to leave out a lot of chest and a lot of back. More worrying was the skirt, which would only extend a palm's length from your buttocks. At least you could change your underwear, if you didn't mind that they are a little small in the back, although they cover well in the front... Beyond that, perhaps you would prefer to look for your own clothes in the closet.
"..." -he extends his hand to you- this only if you didn't wear the winged anklet "give me that." -he asks, his hand before the radio that hangs from your chest-
After that, the maid goes back to the door, and opens it without further ado, stopping for a moment before finally leaving to look at you.
"We'll have dinner soon."
He says, and, without further ado, closes the door.
You are left alone.
You can now move freely around this black and white tile floor. You are the princess in every rule. The room is divided into two parts. The already mentioned, and, a few meters in front of the entrance door, there are two small steps that go down to a more leisure area. Similar to a living room.
If you went there, you would find little. A small table, and an armchair next to a large half-pentagonal window, if you look through it, you would see the rain falling on some pots with rosemary, myrtle and ferns, as well as a fountain far beyond. You can notice that this is the oriel from before. On this side it is not opaque.
Behind the armchair intended for reading or drinking tea, there is a small shelf that reaches up to your waist. It has some very old fiction books and a very small plate as decoration in its spaces. Two drawers on the sides to store more things, and on top it is used as a table. Well, it gives way to an empty ballot box and an old television with a knob and antennas.
...a play 2 would do well...
But there are no traces of Alicia.
Parallel to that TV, a few meters next to the oriel, there is one more door. There are no windows to show where it's going.
You are now free to explore the castle.
I hope so much description of the scenario is not boring. I think that areas are very important in games of this nature so I try to make it easy for you to find your way around by describing the layout as best I can.My lighter narration will become easier and safer when you find the Keksito map
Dementia doesn't respond, just blows her bangs. Ribbon understands that the girl is sad and holds onto her hair. Dementia raises her hands and moves the fairy to sink and rub her face in it, as if it were her pillow of comfort.
"Twe whiefo fuufwo whibbow (I love you very much, Ribbon)" He speaks with his face pressed to the belly of the mythological being.
When the hood is separated he sighs. She is still upset with herself, but much more composed than with the prince.
"I will have to do something I never expected..." She sweeps everyone with her gaze, her attitude is that of someone willing to do what she never needed. He clenches his fists and adds. "For the first time in my life... I will train"
The hood is like Frieza, all his potential and movements are innate. But after losing and being beaten, she understands that she needs more than that to stop the evils that are planted in the path of the warrior...
Starts training montageYou decide how much time he spent doing this, kek
Dementia runs and descends the temple stairs, first jumping one step with each stride, then three, then five. The figure of the Viking becomes a blurry trail that goes from the top to the base in just a second.
Dementia does push-ups with Ribbon on her back. Merlinus joins him. Starlow joins him. Pass to one hand. Two fingers. Then it is blows that lift it from the floor slabs.
Dementia sticks a naked hook against the temple wall. Her little hand swells and trembles, just that tremor goes up her arm, her shoulder, and makes her whole body tremble. He retracts his hand and, without waiting a second, puts in a hook with the other hand, repeating and exclaiming a KYA! with each new blow.
Dementia sitting cross-legged under a powerful nearby waterfall. The shine of the sun on the water, the foam that jumps, plus the Cariñitos blade leaning against his shoulder and the handle lowering in front of his chest, hide any unseemly area of his naked little body. The hood keeps his teeth clenched as the merciless water hits his head.
Dementia in the middle of the forest wielding her axe. Squeeze the handle and it spins quickly, turning into a whirlwind for about five seconds. When braking, stumbling with the leg raised and almost going backwards, the firm trunks do not suffer the same fate and fall cut.
Dementia, with eyes determined like fire, faces Merlinus and Starlow.
"Do it, now! NOW!"
He orders the magician and the thing to shoot him with their magic. The hood would not move a hair, it would just close its eyes and receive the attacks squarely, trying to be firm as a rock, surely ending up rolling and smoking, and with Ribbon coming to its rescue.
Dementia standing on top of the temple. He grabs Cariñitos with both hands, lowers the ax to give himself room to maneuver, and slashes toward the heavens. Repeat the cuts in the air. 100? 500? 1000 times?
The girl in the legends would not be satisfied until she showed improvement!
>>1785 >futa-cock It's true... How did they let that happen to them? I thought it was for all ages... kek At least there it looks better. I hope there isn't much dissonance between the movie and the design you posted.
>she is category heavy like Bowser. Kek we always end up mentioning that when talking about Rosa Cy, it's just part of his character. Aldo my headcanon is that since she is actually giant, by reducing her size to the typical shape she has in the games she maintains some of her original weight.
>Chowder Kek, why not? We have to start rumors in the orphanage! Molly would help.
>cucked.
So that's why the night of the goat... By the horns kek
>inevitable. Kek. What times those were, that would not be accepted today with the internet so redditized.
>old Spanish! Keksito. There was a YouTuber who was a super fan of Cervantes and said things like that. "Other languages can't make a quixote!"
Based. I haven't read it yet kek
>For the time
They were simpler times, where having a lady show him her ankle made our grandfather's heart beat a thousand miles an hour keksito. Things from the past, in the past, movies about monsters made of plasticine were what scared us, when today they are simply dolls for us.
>name.I don't know how good it is outside of that specific poem, which is also perhaps enhanced by the book it comes in, since it is half based on it. If you're interested, it's called "the boy who went crazy with love" by Eduardo Barrios. It's more of a short story, which I read looking for something similar to my lime orange tree. I don't think it's as good, but it's okay, and it's short. It will be about 40 pages if I remember correctly.
>if one wishes. Well... Well yes. If you want a complete stranger to hug you out of the blue then it's not so bad.
>Author She's pretty, but it looks like that relationship would hurt kek
>Chapter Oh. Women are always the most degenerate, they write those sexually creepy things because they really like the twisted side of those things. pic related by Itou Hachi, woman who made a doujin where her self insert grooms her niece
>Light Keksito. It seems that Luz can be a little misguided when interpreting things.
>Holders Well, I guess you're right. But it doesn't mean that as a child it bothered me because when I read them I imagined the whole scene as the one who wanted to collect them and as a good underage I didn't necessarily want to lose like that kek
>completeist.
Well, it's not such a trap if from the beginning they tell you that you should never gather everyone because the one who warns is not a traitor.
But yes, although with the information they give you you should not only be a completist, but also already have your skeletons in the closet. Whoever really wants to search for the items would have to be someone too deep into the occult or perhaps someone who simply has nothing to lose and really needs something to do. Completism appears to join the rest kek
I always wondered if whoever wrote the last holder gave it any closure. I never took the time to look it up.
>SCP I agree with that. I loved the older entries. As a child it almost seemed like another breath of the magic of the oldest internet. It made me feel like it was half possible, even though it was so detached from reality.
But if I found that today and looked stupid like a fucking shrimp the size of a star, I don't think I would have been fascinated kek
>spoiler. Holy macaroni... kek Everywhere I look I find something worth mentioning. I wasn't ready for the pill- Hey, look! That's one of the ones Dementia can visit
>share It's just that we grew up together, it's even more like my little brother kek. And I'm also happy about what you say, especially because I think that watching something with someone makes it much more enjoyable.
>turtle It never bothered me. I can agree that it is very sudden, but that is today. I saw it as a child, I wasn't going to be super critical, it all seemed epic to me and that's it
>Criticizable Really? I don't remember exactly well, but it always seemed to me that it did the trick. Perhaps more because of his overall role than anything else, a lot revolved around Ozai. He was more of an imposing character than a charismatic one.
>end I think they had a hard time balancing the chill chapters with the history chapters. I'm not complaining at all because the fun ones were also very good, but as I remember in the fire book there were several when they had to think about how to close.
Wasn't it also shorter than the other two seasons?
>two seasons Yup, no one would have complained.
But at the end of the day, it's still super good. And having to dig around to find possible complaints proves it. Although that's also good, because you realize that even though it has a little thing here or there that would add up, it's still great for what it already is.
>miracle Second. Too bad the creators apparently couldn't replicate the magic of the last airbender.
I'll still watch Korra at some point. But maybe later when I can see it in good faith, because if I compare it with the original I'm not going to like it at all kek
>Iroh. Clear. He's great. It strikes me quite a bit how many people say that he is someone horrible because he was basically the same as the fire lord before his son's death. Iroh is very interesting.
>Katara I didn't expect that one. Normally Katara is looked down upon on the avatar team, even I have sinned from that. She's the mom of the group, and she has interesting arcs, but I have a hard time putting her above the rest of the group. Although it is no insult when they are all quality.
>opThe bloodbending. There was no way to nerf it so he just couldn't use it kek
>Azula Yes, I think you mentioned it once. I see the appeal, I like bad girls, but she in particular was never my thing. Maybe I was never able to connect with Azula because as a child she made me so angry kek
Although among his team he would always choose her over Mai worst girlbut not over Ty Lee
>Appearances Doesn't it appear that much? I also remembered that he has a decent amount of screen time.
>Sokka Toph deserved whoever she wanted. I liked him with Zuko kek
>animax In Spanish then? That's the first season, my favorite. Pure SOVL but I would say that 2 is funnier
>cinema. Kek that's good, yes. And it has a great theme. But I honestly think there are several that are much better. Like the Xbox killer (and others but I better not mention them so they take you by surprise kek)
>good Very sad. He deserved much more. But I know it was canceled because of a copyright problem or something. What a nuisance.
>The sequel Yeah, I think it's like the first half and it's going to be completed, this one? year with part 3
>fetuses Watefak kek
>Black Noir I knew that, but it wasn't the same. In other words, in the comic he is a clone of Homelander who is stronger because why not, right?
>Homelander Ke
>Upside down No, it has to be like that. Soldier Boy from the comic has nothing to do with the Chad that they did in the series. In the comic I understand that he is a pathetic faggot who even pees on himself or something like that.
>Soldier Boy I totally second. They made it too cool kek
>long. Oh well no. I saw the name and I imagined a series the length of Grey's Anatomy or something like that, kek
>how the police work Ahh, that's much more digestible because the Irish traumatized me.
Then I'll have to keep an eye on it. To the backlog! It is crushed by the weight of 5 thousand things piled on it
>experience Well it makes sense. Maybe when I played it I wouldn't know if you hadn't told me kek
>mods There are always mods for everything. That's the good thing about the community, and it's really lucky because many games need them to work kek
>technology Based. When I reach that game I'm going to copy you on my first run. To see how it goes.
>>1795 >>1794 >mona has a physiological accident Cece His nerves are so frayed that as soon as he feels a metallic touch on his ankle, he falls to the ground and begins to contort and struggle with the air like a worm on a hook. Could it be a black widow? A leech? A bear trap? In that environment you can only expect the worst...
Sitting, she grabs her raised leg with both hands and watches. He blinks several times when he recognizes the chain, and frowns when he understands "what it's for." He has no idea when he put it on, maybe he always had it.
If you walk, you won't make any noise. It's like an epiphany, or madness, like when I played Jason chasing campers. After standing up she begins to jump repeatedly, anyone who saw her from a distance would think she was crazy or full of ants, but she is trying to make noises, instead discovering that her steps are silent.
(Magic does not exist...)
Neither do the giant talking wolves. Cece drops her arms to her sides and stands there with her head down for a while, again trying to process everything. He takes one step, then another, his walk is almost automatic and the only reason he doesn't crash into the walls is because he catches them out of the corner of his eye. Her eyesight is first class, allowing her to see the cat right away.
Still as a statue, she stares back at him, waiting for him to speak to her or stand on two legs and dance, but not even that. It's a relief. He continues exploring and as soon as the rain stops falling a little, his legs weaken, threatening to collapse, but he takes a firm step forward with which he composes himself.
(I can't stay down... It's not safe)
The tangled ones make him distrustful, he fears that they are poisonous, he does not touch them. Taking care of where he puts his feet, he ends up reaching the source. Cece stands on the edge, leans over the standing water, pinches her little nose with her fingers, and exhales loudly, releasing snot. When he reopens his gaze he sees the paper floating... He pinches a corner and picks it up.
(...Why am I doing this...?)
He knows why, he thinks he may have something important written down, something childish.It could be rummaged, but not wet, not covered in mud, and absolutely NOT with its little thing uncovered.
(It's embarrassing! Who would think of walking around like that?! DISGUSTING!)
His thought is almost a complaint, although he does not know very well who The narrator is towards. He sits on the edge of the fountain, needing to rest for a moment and think... Although for the next few minutes his mind goes blank.
>>1794 >>1795 >Cece He grunts and strains, skating on the ground until his soles are firm enough to give it his all. Open the door just enough space to get in, it doesn't take much, it's thin, and it also fits sideways.
The thick walls of the castle disperse the noise of the rain until it is eradicated. Cece takes off her hood and shakes it, then puts it back on because she's still cold. Hugging herself, she moves forward, the heavy arches and columns making her feel smaller than she already is. He sees the symbols, also the painting... He doesn't give them importance.
(This is when an idiot would yell...Is anyone home?)
The idea makes him bite back a half smile, which is erased when he twitches after seeing the woman coming down the stairs.
Red eyes...!
The devil!
He is about to run, but he has no strength left.
(Don't be a cunt!)
She screams inwardly and her back straightens as if pricked. She clenches her teeth, clenches them into a fist, and raises them to the level of her face, looking like a boxing champion, or rather like a tired brat.
Princess.
The word the stranger uses throws Cece off. He lowers his little fists a couple of centimeters, and deepens his gaze as if trying to unravel her.
Maybe it's not the devil, maybe it's conjunctivitis, or maybe...
"Bar...Clay?"
Try the words.
,,,
You should not despise a free room. There are many theories, but the certainty of their exhaustion is non-negotiable, so let's go. The maid may feel harassed by Cece's gaze, which keeps scanning her for a tail or perhaps a horn.
The pseudo-hood scrapes his shoes on the threadbare carpet to get rid of the mud, the fabric was already damaged, plus on the floor, he didn't think anyone would complain.
(...!)
Like an owl he turns his head suddenly towards the painting. She maintains eye contact for 1... 2... 3... Until the maid notices and urges her to continue. Cece nods, takes one last look at the painting, and resumes walking.
Enter four. The warmth of the fireplace, a big bed, chairs... It's more than you could ever wish for. Just enough...
"Can I remove it?" Take note of the box. It is the first time he has broken the silence since the tour began.
Take a look inside the bathroom. When he turns around, he wrinkles his face when he finds the clothes. The length doesn't bother her, as her shorts are already unnecessarily short, and she spends her time showing her belly shamelessly. Rather, what does not convince him is the style.
Little pink princess.
As soon as the maid leaves, Cece looks in the closet for something more of her style. Maybe a leather jacket... With spikes. Or underwear that doesn't threaten to get between your buttocks.
The next thing to catch your attention is the television. He turns it on and moves the antennas, hoping to tune in to something. He also casts a look through the windows of the oriel, wanting to find him... The wolf, or a shadow that resembles it.
Although a part of her wants to believe that everything she experienced was her imagination. A consequence of horror marathons until the wee hours of the morning.
"I should have asked if Alicia is here too..." He murmurs and sighs.
At the moment he will not go around the castle. He returns to the center of the room, takes off his hood and... He throws it on top of the painting. They may not allow you to move it, but they didn't tell you anything about covering it. She sits on the floor, pushes her heels into her shoes, and then takes off her stockings. She throws the dirty clothes in a corner, including the panties soaked from her shame. Assume the maid will pick them up... Not even one night, and she's already acting like a spoiled rich girl?!
(If I did wrong, they'll scold me later) She shrugs, it's a routine result for her.
Throw away the jacket too. The light blue ribbon that Amelie gave him deep lore. He climbs up and takes off the black shirt. And finally he gets rid of the shorts, which he leaves hanging from his ankle and throws into the corner with a karate kick.
Multiple Band-Aids, and the outline of scratches and bruises, are mostly visible on his extremities. It's a symptom of his rough lifestyle, and he wouldn't be surprised to find new marks from his encounter with the big bad wolf.
Free as God brought her into the world, Cece goes into the bathroom with the intention of taking a shower. Or better yet: A bath in a tub. It would be the first time if the latter happened.
>>1799A wing that is a silencer for your feet adorns your ankle with its cold touch, and your mind with its purpose. Your attempt to break the law whispered in your subconscious is futile, your stomps and jumps remain deaf like the fall of a feather.
Although they say it gets easier when you walk, the reality is difficult to digest. Sometimes no matter how far you go. Sometimes this doesn't even let you know that you are making progress. In your total silence, the proof of your progress would be null if it weren't for the walls that appear and activate you just enough to turn, and continue until your figure is caught in the eyes of something else.
The animal returns those eyes full of caution that almost imitate you. Alert, perhaps like you for the surprises that the thousand and one nights of this kingdom hold. Skinny, because they share hunger, and alone. You just leave him, and he leaves you...
You face the rain once again. The drops are heavy, they are the load that you drag like an abused donkey. A simple leaf, or a small arch that provides a minimum of protection is an oasis. But where it is deserted of good you take it as a mirage, and you descend into the garden.
The mysterious flora watches you face each fragile step with respect so as not to fall. Your shoes soon trample the unkempt grass, which surrounds up to your ankles. Cautiously, you follow the path marked with loose bricks to the large fountain.
You look inside. There is only dark water. With the flashlight pointed at it, it turns greenish, the rain constantly hitting it makes it impossible for it to reflect the slightest silhouette. The snot you contribute is lost in the brew as a natural addition to its mixture. What it contains, or what it looks like, is no longer as important as what it lifts. The piece of paper catches your attention, you take it with deserved displeasure.
>Torn Leaf has been added to your notes
It's soaked, the ink is smeared, but it's legible. Some red stains that not even water could remove are scattered on its flimsy structure. It appears to be a badly torn half of a book or similar.
>read
It's cut in half but you can get some out.
"Oblivionem Memoriae"
"call upon Mnemosathar, the"
Below, some symbols. A waning moon orbiting a large cross on a circle. Everything seemed to be surrounded by some kind of black snake eating something. Another snake? Himself? It was cut abruptly at the top, and not by the broken blade.
"agora"
"blood" -some red spots appear next to this-
"to the invocation comes the mu_" -apparently that should continue below-
"tatem aeterna"
"[inkblot] mint"
...that last one comes with another handwriting and seems added to the ones rushed due to bad handwriting. It looks like a footnote.
The rest is missing, just as you lack energy. You decide to rest. The heavy silence is only broken by the rain, in the stillness your world is little more than this flood. The stillness here... this night... is not natural...
...you are alone...
So alone...
1/2
The narrator for Cece is extremely different from that of Dementia
>>1800 The claws of the night can no longer follow you behind the portal, where your castle surrounds you.
The rustle of metal above, the musty aroma, and the echoing footsteps reverberating through the darkness are a preface to change. Remembering that the sound of footsteps cannot be yours is reliable proof. You see that woman, with her millimeter steps, go down the stairs like the moon, pale, distant. So distant that those dusty ruby eyes don't even blink when they see your hands ready to spread more red on their white skin.
No. With each feature still like a corpse, he bowed to you, your majesty. The princess...
>maid man "No, the economy is not good. Let me just give an example. If we go... and put... a Lamborghini factory in your city... will you be able to buy one?"
It's just any current affairs program. And, in your case, your dad could buy one.
If you changed again, you would find something... strange. Not strange bad, but meaningless. A teddy bear in front of an album by The Flaming Lips. Yoshimi Battles the pink robots.
>Bear "THIS IS THE BEST ALBUM COVER EVER!"
It is the public access channel. Any idiot can make their own low budget show. And this is... a show to talk about vinyl record covers... for kids?
It doesn't have to have a large audience.
If you changed one more time...
https://youtu.be/LwjDmVt9s1U?si=u-cpG7pGpISYWvSxAlicia▶ is lost. Crying because she believes that no one will find her in that unknown country. He stays, where else is he going to go? And there is also the feeling that he does everything wrong... apologizing to everyone and for everything.
It's Disney Chanel... Unexpected.
If you changed again, you would go back to KIDS with that horrible bear.
There are only four channels... After all, you were told that this was your temporary room. Maybe whatever your final room is has more channels. Dad Barclay should be able to afford it if he can have a whole castle to himself...
>>1800 The oriel Since it is close, you go to it to observe... the view you have was already in front of you a while ago. The ground below, a space for the pots already mentioned, the garden in the distance, empty and silent. From here you can see a little further along the trail to the right of the fountain. See those hedges, or those bushes molded into shapes that you already forgot if they were animals or something.
But that path continues to go beyond what your eyes can decipher. Different from the one on the left, whose iron door you can see again. It is an iron bar gate in a fence. It just looks out onto more of the garden, and that's out of your sight again.
Today's tree, the one on the stage, is still there. you didn't approach the cat so it didn't go this way There is nothing to highlight about it... or the source.
Can all this be manufactured by an overactive mind?
To what extent does the suggestion go?
Even if the nightmares were real, should you worry while sheltered in this impregnable castle?
Questions so detached from reality become somewhat difficult to answer. It is better to focus on the here, and now. Even if even this was something crazy, you couldn't do anything but deal with it. You had to change.
But not yet...
...the feeling of being watched...
They say there are many explanations for this. But the attempts to give logic to what is real for you matter little.
Whether it's a kind of sixth sense, or an overly accurate imagination, it doesn't matter. You know when something is watching you I'm confirming that Cece can sense if she's being watched it's like an unpleasant ghostly tingle on your skin that forces you to turn...
And even though what you find is a simple canvas... you cannot ignore that atavistic drive... that you decide to drown with your hood, which covers that prying gaze with its red.
...better?
At least a little, right?
There are no longer looks that harass you. Which allows you to get rid of your clothes with the naturalness that the solitude of our room gives us. Your clothes fall, slowly. The radio and flashlight remain next to your clothes equipable objects, if you put on other clothes they are attached to this automatically
In the mirror of the closet that was left open, a naked girl looks at you, with memories of quarrels healing on one side, with scratches, and very recent hair cuts on the other. The branches cut.
You look small in the mirror. Very small in the giant castle. Nice, they would say. Fragile once the barriers fall.
You take, or don't, one of the four towels that were left for you in the closet. You have between green, yellow, pink and blue. No design beyond the typical trims and, in the pink one in particular, embroidery with a flower pattern. All of them, without exception, look new.
You go to the bathroom. Surrounded by the dull colors you can now see more than what you found superficially. The sink next to you, which is under the gold-framed mirror with finishes reminiscent of royalty, has a small compartment underneath. There's probably something inside.
If you opened it, you would find the basics. Shampoo, conditioner, shower gel, absorbent pads that you don't need yet... these are spares in case the others run out. Shu uemura, Kérasate, L'occitane, Starlo... brands you've never seen in your life. In the orphanage there wasn't even shampoo, everyone had to buy their own if they cared about their hair.
Beyond, near the bidet, was something else you didn't pay attention to before. Another small cabinet, which above gave stage to a small wooden pyramid. With spots that look like metal mesh scattered like a Rorschach test.
Its vintage style could almost make it unrecognizable. But the goatee gives her away, and maybe you've seen her in some old movie...
(It's a radio.)If you were to turn it on, you'd find hopeless static for a second, but it soon tuned to something.
The song is slow and old like the device that spits it out. With the harsh crackle of an old recording accompanying the sweet voice of the crooner like another instrument. The station change knob is completely stuck. This is all you will get out of this device.
Now, what you came for.
You face the marble tub, so immense, and with that aesthetic that has 'luxury' written in every corner. You discover a golden plug inside, which you must put in to keep the water in its place.
Hot, cold, and a golden handheld shower, used for feminine pleasure, better hair cleaning, or for hard to reach places.
You turn on the water. There are two knobs to turn, they are the same in everything, it is difficult to know which one is hot or cold if you have never used it before.
If you only open the left one, the water would fall even with steam. If you open only the right one, it would be as cold as the rain outside. Now you know. You must control the temperature by combining hot and cold to find the point you want.
When it fills up, you can look at the wall. A few meters away, to the right of the tub, there are some hooks on the wall, rounded to avoid possible accidents. There are three. You can hang your clothes and towel there, just the last one while you are naked.
Under these hooks there was a small table, which you had not seen when looking from the door because it covered it. It is close enough to the tub for an adult's arms to reach it from inside. Yours maybe not.
Above it has products for a better bath. Maybe a ball with so many colors catches your attention... it reminds you of a lollipop without a stick. Maybe it sounds familiar to you from the popularity they have gained recently, it is a bath bomb. And it is accompanied by its eternal rival: a bottle of bubble bath. Starlo brand.
It's something for children. They say. Even the drawing is a rubber duck in a bubbling tub.
You never had a bubble bath or a rubber duck. Now you can reach for both, since there is also one on that table if you like it to accompany your first bath.
The tub fills. It's time to apply something if you want. After that, or not, you can enter. Maybe it will surprise you. Despite your efforts with the faucet, it is a little hotter than you expected. But you would have time to practice... it's not that hot either...
Your leg sinks into the water, then the other. And you let the warmth of the running water lick your wounds. It's a little uncomfortable at first, but you get used to it soon. The sores are cleaned with the purity that could only come from a gold-plated faucet... you can sit down.
The heat envelops you. Like a cozy blanket that makes the cold that permeates you melt... the warm water oppresses you and contains you... in a good way. Like a massage, which presses and relaxes you.
You can go to bed...
>Radio "How nice... How nice... Who doesn't have that special someone? That someone we always think about. That's what the next song is about... let's listen to it. Because here in 'just yesterday'... We come for the music of yesterday. No more."
Slower, softer... that song is more relaxing. It's pouring rain outside, but you're warm here. More than on many nights in the orphanage, nights where a single blanket - the same one, so weak that they used it in summer - was the only thing that covered them from the merciless winter...
This tub becomes more comfortable than your old bed... One might think about the reason for tubs existing. Are they really for bathing... or just some kind of recreational addition?
Maybe you should lather up with that soap on the edge to your right. It was still unopened. New...then you could rinse or something...the tubs don't come with instructions.
Or you could just relax. Look at the ceiling. Close your eyes... enjoy this sensation in your body... the harmonious melody of
Sorry if I said I was going to respond to Dementia next. It's just that I got sick and was feeling so super bad that I wanted to write on Cece's side. You know, something with a more oppressive atmosphere and that kek I'm better now. But I'll be away for a few days because of an exam I have this week.
>>1802 >Pic 2 of Yoshimi Battles the pink robots Great album
>>1798 >my headcanon is that she is actually giant Or maybe it's just taller and can become gigantic. In the story she has her mother (suspiciously similar to Peach) and she doesn't look very big. But it is a case so ambiguous that it is misleading, they will probably never explain it, like that strange origin of Peach that they put in the movie.
>goat At least in my country it is a term used to refer to a person with power. That's where the phrase comes from: "You have to talk/deal with the goat that pisses the most." More Venezuelan curiosities at 5 pm.
>Other languages can't make a quixote! There is a literature teacher on YouTube who also argues the same, summing up his opinion the hard way: beyond the language, Don Quixote is a product of its time, being a criticism of idealism and institutions that in societies contemporary to the Spanish Empire could not have been created or imagined. Although I clarify that the professor is super pro-Hispanic, so his point of view may be a little biased.
>I haven't read it yet kek Me neither. In a non-ironic way I would need to learn more old Spanish, which is not a bad dream, it is interesting.
>but it looks like that relationship would hurt If we are superficial, yes, paint the red flag as a manual.
>grooms his niece And then they call us degenerates when we put harems of shorstacks goblins, in short, the hypotenuse.
>too into the occult If they existed, and I was certain of it, I would immerse myself fully in researching them, but I highly doubt that I would have the courage to achieve it. Furthermore, there would surely be a lot of false information to hunt fools, governments involved, sects, in short, a search that, although interesting, is made for crazy people, kek. After reviewing a few, holders as a reward were not a panacea either.
>is one that Dementia can visit Dementia: They say Asgard smells like piss.
>I don't remember exactly well, but it always seemed to me that it fit the bill. The point is that it is such a good series that when you limit yourself to just complying it looks like a mistake. He's very forgettable especially when you compare him to Azula.
>but as I remember in the book of fire there were several when they had to think about how to close Yes, but they are several of the best chill chapters of the series, like the one when Aang goes to school, or the one at the theater (Although in this one they tried to make a strange drama/conflict between Aang and Katara that at that point was unnecessary, literally the last chapters). It would have been a shame to miss them.
>I'll still watch Korra at some point Me too. I remember watching the first season as a teenager, but I left it there.
>someone horrible because he was basically the same as the fire lord before his son's death. He was a general in a world at war, he fulfilled his mission. Surely in times of peace he would have been a very loved and respected fire lord, but he had to inherit a conflict. I doubt he was a shitty person before his son died.
>She is the mother of the group, and she has interesting arcs, but I have a hard time putting her above the rest of the group No idea, I just empathized with her a lot during the review. I really liked his evolution, the challenges he faces, and the lessons he learns, his kindness, and also his fierceness. He used bloodbending once, when he was about to kill a guy he believed was his mother's murderer. Of all the people, he is perhaps the one I would be most interested in meeting.
>Ty Lee The freedom they were given to animate it on the beach cap is impressive.
>I also remembered that he has a decent amount of screen time. It's been on since the beginning of the second season, but in my avatar mind it seemed like a longer series than it actually is, so I gave it more appearances.
>I liked him with Zuko kekBut if Toph was super disappointed in "her special adventure with Zuko", kek.
>In Spanish then? Yes, I'll add it to my backlog, and I'll take your word for it, I'll ignore the fourth one.
>is a Homelander clone that is stronger because why not, right? Not only is he a clone, Homelander is good but stupid and it is the clone that causes the evil.
>In the comic I understand that he is a pathetic faggot who even pees himself or something like that Yes. But I'll tell you what, I think Soldier Boy came out cool by accident. I mention it because it is at the antipodes of the mentality of the writers and those they defend, and because in the memories of Black Noir and his group, he is a much shittier person than when we see him (Maybe the trauma softened him, I don't know).
insulting the original Kratos with the reddit speech And I think the original Kratos wasn't even allowed to respond, right? Try not to get angry, wait for the remakes of the originals first.
>at least one tribute image I don't know kek Throws a $20 rom in his face Happy?
>grim fandango That's fucked up. I never completed it.
>first-person shooters. I'm not, I just tried it and liked it. It is more of a game of stealth and positioning, the enemies are so aggressive that it is very difficult to face them without having a clear route to defeat them.
>Duke nukem 3D type Or the classic Doom. Exact.
>I don't know if you saw that I already bought civilization 3 Ayyy, I didn't see it. Remember that, when you learn how to play, install the CCM3 mod, it is a gem and adds tons of content as well as changes in the mechanics that speed up the game and make it superior (For example, settlers and workers are created automatically, it seems like a silly change, but it greatly transforms the dynamics and balance)
I'm opening steam to see what you mean. I didn't lie to you when I told you that I don't usually use it much.
>>1801 >>1802 >Cece The wet grass starts on his ankles, he leans over and scratches with a suddenness that leaves nail marks on his skin. After probing the fountain, he displeasedly picks up the paper floating in the stagnant water. His hunch was not wrong: He has something written down.
(...)
But that doesn't help him at all, he doesn't understand the lyrics.
(Blood... Invocation... It looks like witches)
He does not read it aloud, because:
(Evil Dead, 1981, directed by Sam Raimi, starring Bruce Campbell)
"Groovy..."
The groovy came out watery, his shoulders drooped due to the weight of fatigue, loneliness, a lot of loneliness. He wants to cry.
(...!)
Cece puts her knuckles in her mouth and bites hard, until she tastes blood and brings a couple of tears to her eyes, shaking and waking up. He stops biting, looks at his fist, the saliva highlights the bitten area, red.
Sigh. Is external pain preferable to internal pain? At least at this moment, it is.
...
The confirmation of the last name evaporates the veil of dark fantasy that plagued her, and leads her to question her experience with the big bad wolf even more. Maybe it was adoption nerves, or maybe I was just daydreaming.
(But... Alicia would never leave me alone... Right?)
There is still a lot that the scale, the absence of Alicia, the ghost of a look, that everything seems so old...
Already in the bedroom bathroom, Cece turns on the bidet, bends over, and puts on duck lips to drink from the stream. He mistook it for a drinking fountain, although it seemed strange that they placed it next to the toilet.
(A rich thing)
He also opens the shower blinds, singing in his mind:
He blushes when he realizes his own behavior. Fortunately no one is watching her.
He leaves the bathroom to continue exploring the room. In the closet there is nothing that makes him look cool, nothing with punch, with punk. Only one piece of clothing makes his eyes widen. She grabs the summer dress and brings it to her nose, inhaling deeply until she is out of breath. It's nothing perverted, he wants a confirmation of smell...
(Alice?!)
You put it on to check, if the bust area was too loose, there would be no doubt...
I'M BACK AND WITH A PASS! It's time to catch up on everything. YEEEPIIIIII. Tomorrow, tomorrow. I start tomorrow keksito I need a rest tonight. But I'm back.
>>1802 >>1806 >>1803 >Cece Cece's big eyes stare at the screen, the light blue color of her inert gaze colored by the cathode rays. He only has one thought:
(There is no Netflix...)
Go from the channel for babies, to the channel of the man talking about old people, to the channel of albums. Cece blinks without changing her expression, she is at the age to like music, but not at the age to be passionate about covers. Continue turning the wheel and...
Alice...!
In wonderland.
Cece's breath almost escaped her, the static for a moment making her look like the Alice she knows. He stays listening to the scene, clenches his little fists and looks at his feet.
(I know it's better to do everything wrong, anyway, people never expect good things from you)
Turn off the TV.
A young woman is left contemplating her copy in the mirror. Eye contact is eternal, and is not interrupted even when he raises his arms to flex and extend his biceps. The muscle doesn't rise much... He drops his arms forcefully to his sides, his palms clapping against the contour of his thighs.
"Are you talking to me?"
He questions his reflection in a demanding tone.
"Are you talking to me?" He moves his head, pretends to look at both sides of the room. "Well, I'm the only one here, so you must be talking to me."
She's a tough girl.
Grab the pink towel and go to the bathroom. Put the cap in the bathtub, and turn on the cold tap, then the hot tap, trial and error until you leave both taps in the ideal position for a satisfactory mixture of temperatures.
He explores the compartments, gets shampoo and shower gel, and doesn't know the difference between the two. So many products seem exaggerated, when for her the liquid soap that is used to remove grease from dishes was enough.
He climbs up to turn on the radio. He wants to play one more song of his style, but the knob won't turn. He lets it be and steps back. He takes off the towel to hang it on a hook on the wall.
"YUCK!" He moves his tongue to one side and extends his hands to the other, pulling without seeing what he thought was a toothbreaker. The sphere ends up in the tub and begins its bubble magic, making Cece realize what it really was.
He slowly submerges his little body in the foam of warm water, first up to his knees, holding onto the edge of the tub and hunching his back upward, keeping his buttocks an inch from the water. If something punctured her, she would jump and climb up to the ceiling lamps... Luckily there are no spikes. He lowers his hips, shudders when his waist sinks and the bubbles caress him above his navel. His grip loosens, the tension seeps, he sits up.
(Not... Bad)
Close your eyes and start. He rubs his legs, bends over and rubs his fingers between his toes.
(Is this a bit like floating in your own juice?)
Intrusive thought that does not ruin the experience. Wash his arms, his chest, his neck. It hurts when you untangle your hair with your nails, maybe the cheap dye is damaging it. He doesn't know if he should use the shampoo now, or before washing off the soap with the hand shower... He opts for adventure, pouring shampoo into his palm and rubbing the substance into his hair. Using the soap, Cece's hands are especially attentive to her crotch, even more so after her little accident.
At a certain point he is no longer interested in cleaning himself, he lies down on the aquatic bed and threatens to fall asleep. She might drown, but she's so comfortable she doesn't care.
Click.
Cece's eyes widen. His reaction is instinctive, he grabs the edge and pushes with his paws, jumping and sending the foam flying. When she lands, her little feet dance against the floor because it is so slippery, but her hand on the edge of the bathtub manages to keep it steady, just in time to face the shadow next to the door.
It's just a blink, but it's enough to make Cece's heart race. It takes a few moments to realize the music, and another moment to recognize where it sounds from.
(The Shining, 1980, Stanley Kubrick)He turns slowly and looks at the radio with eyes narrowed in distrust. He approaches, stands on tiptoe, and turns it off. He sighs in silence. She observes the tub still full with dull longing, the fleeting moment of relaxation made her aware for the first time that she lives almost tense, like an animal in constant pursuit.
(Although sometimes...)
Sometimes it's Red, and Red is a hunter. But sadly, in Napoleon's absence, she hasn't felt as Red as she would like for a while.
Cece tests the shower faucets for cold water, climbs under to rinse, then takes a few moments to towel off, and heads back to the bedroom to decide what to wear.
She makes a deal with the lingerie, chooses a color that doesn't get very dirty, black.
(There is nothing to be ashamed of, no one will see it anyway)
Grab the white cardigan, a blue skirt, the pantyhose, I'm sure there, some sneakers. With the linen shirt she has to be more creative, tear the sleeves with her teeth. Pick up Amelie's ribbon from the floor, and finally recover the hood.
>>1808 My next response will be to Dementia, but, just to confirm: Do I take this as Cece leaving the room? If so, through the door that leads to the second floor hallway or through the other one that is on the left when facing the front? That leads to some stairs that go down to the outside of the castle. Where you already passed. The stairs I mentioned going up, near the ones that lead to the garden.
Or do I take it as waiting? Because that's another option, just spending some time in the room until she's called for dinner. He may even sleep or something.
I only ask so as not to assume anything on my turn and so as not to give you one by saying something like: What are you going to do now? Although there is one more small event in the room that comes the same in the next turn.
>>1809 It depends: >if pseudo-confirms that the dress is Alicia's He grabs his hood, leaves through the main door of the room and checks the bedrooms in the hallway. >if you don't suspect anything He stays in the room and lies on the bed for a while, spreading his arms and legs as if he were a starfish.
>>1796 You take the fairy, she lets out a single whimper when you move her, and you use her belly as a refuge from the pain. She welcomes you with her arms around your little head, clinging to you just the same.
His little body is small and soft. So soft that you can sink your face like in cotton and think it has no bones. It's your safe space, just for you. Even though it smells like piss...
>Ribbon Level +1!
...
You have nothing on your back. Oh no, wait. Yes, those three...
"108, 109, 110!" >Merlinus "Centum undecim, centum duodecim, centum tredecim."
>Ribbon "What? Don't use another language!"
>Sturlu "Potato!" -the word with p...-
>Ribbon "Huh?!"
Maybe they weigh something with one hand. Hundred. Maybe if you use the unskilled one. Another hundred. Maybe with a finger. Hundred. Maybe if you just exhale. Hundred. No, for you, having these is not much different than not wearing anything. And push-ups alone cost you the same as breathing.
>EXP +25%
"COME ON DEMENTIA, YOU'RE THE BEST!" -cheers by moving your little arms with pompoms in your hands even though you are not making progress-
>Sturlu "YES, YOU CAN! YOU CAN!" -waves a foam finger that has your face drawn on it, just as bad as how you look on the wanted posters-
>Merlinus "Yes." -at least he agrees-
Your heart gives a strong beat.
>LEVEL +1!
The temple, impregnable, with walls stronger than the entire mountain, rises before you. You face a wall. The vines, just as dense as your arms, only gave him an extra layer of protection. They were the perfect punching bag.
You throw down the first hand without hesitation, drilling through several layers of roots and vines before you dig your knuckles into the divine rock. Both the temple and the mountain shake as if you had caused an earthquake, your companions - even Ribbon who was in the air - stagger from the shaking.
>Ribbon "W-w-woooah"
>Merlinus "!" -falls to the ground on his ass-
>Sturlu "Aaaa! wawawawa!" -he shakes his arms like hurried windmills to try not to fall, then the only foot that gives him support fails him in what seems like an upward kick- "WAAAAAH!" -falls backwards upside down-
Not even you were indifferent. Your arm looks like an electrocardiogram, vibrating until it reaches your body. You leave the ground for a second, your head making a cymbal sound before landing again. Now with more determination despite the blush that your knuckles gained. You give another slap.
BOOMBAM
You clear another row of vines and instantly continue the combo with another punch. Your hands become invisible, but the impacts and flames persist. Everything around you moves in an artificial earthquake, but the wall doesn't want to give way. You grit your teeth, force your arms, your biceps inflate, veins pop out all around your arm, and your fists collide with the wall once again in an attack so fast that it seems to impact like dozens of fists in different points of the wall.
CRACK
You hear a crunch. The wind rumbles and creates a crater larger than you in the wall before every trace of vegetation that covers the temple explodes as if it were simple glass.
You lower your hands, victorious before a now clean temple. But when you turn to share the triumph with your friends, you would find them all lying in a pile from largest to smallest. Sturlu with his face pressed to the floor, Merlinus lying on his back face up, and Ribbon lying on his belly as if she had gotten dizzy.
>Ribbon "I need another diaper..." -he mutters as low as he can-
>LEVEL +1!
...
(The water fell on Little Red Riding Hood. Stronger than a hurricane, an ancient training like Aldebaran.)
(Or maybe not that old, but- LITTLE RIDING RIDING?! WHY ARE YOU NOT WEARING CLOTHES?!)
The water wasn't really as strong as you might expect. At this point, although the waterfall is perhaps the most powerful you have ever seen - thanks to the fact that the average in the magical world is usually top in Midgard - it was hardly like a massage. If you were generous, because a massage would require much more pressure, even if it were a relaxing one.
>Sturlu "Is he taking a bath?"
>Ribbon "I don't know..."
>Sturlu "I don't know either... I never took a bath."
>Ribbon "Ah..." -Sturlu is still a little uncomfortable after everything that happened, he doesn't want to talk to him much-
...the sounds of nature surround you.You weren't looking to be here to appreciate something, but your hearing is as special as the rest of your being. And once you deprive yourself of your eyes and meditate, you can almost taste the sound.
The current of the waterfall hits the body of water that spreads before you just a jump away. A characteristic bubbling caress of purity that you can inhale. It smells green. The birds love it, you perceive it in their happy and varied songs, the trill here seems like harmonic whistles, the one there is a chirp that sounds as if the voice were dancing in the bird's throat. Even the breeze has a voice, it is a weak breath with which Mother Earth tries to relieve you.
You think you can hear a petal open and become a flower.
You can hear the Earth...
And she can answer you.
You can hear your heart... fill with this connection.
>♡
You float in nothingness. Return your soul. And you understand, somehow, that the Earth, however faintly, resonates with you.
>[Your soul is now closer to the Earth]
Once you open your eyes, you would see the other three looking at you. Sturlu strangely calm. Ribbon, with some surprise... or concern on her face.
You take a turn deep in the forest. You make a carousel for your sharp companion, spinning at full speed. The lush forest doesn't even notice your actions until you stop, and stand firm, ending up as the last thing planted when you create a new clearing in the forest.
...you could do that before.
>EXP +25%
...
Start a fight! Again, behind you, only Ribbon, again, as enemies, Sturlu and Merlinus. This time, the latter was not acting.
>Ribbon "I'm not sure about this, Dementia..." -she's nervous-
>Merlinus Sturlu "FUCK, FUCK!"
>Ribbon "EEEEEEK!" -waves her arms like crazy- "DEMENTIAAAA!"
RIBBON USES SMALL HEAL (X2): +3HP, +3HP
The fire goes out, and you can stop spinning. The pain goes away, as if it never existed... but when you sigh, you let out a ring of black smoke that reminds you that it happened.
>Ribbon "D-Dementia...?, Are you okay...?" -He approaches you with his lower lip sticking out, he was very scared. Enough that he didn't even notice that his healing had improved a little-
>Sturlu "Ah. I can't use my magic." -he just realized-
>Ribbon "Huh?"
>Merlinus "I can." -creates another fireball in his hand-
The sky had darkened. The merciless rain fell as far as you could see. But you didn't stop because of the bad weather. Your arms had gone down and up, over and over again. As if Cariñitos were the trophy that you raise with all the frustration accumulated after years chasing gold.
You cut the rain. Each upward slash causes the droplets around you to disperse for a moment before falling back down, drying you with the wind you produce with each stroke.
And so, again, and again, you silenced the flood. Hundreds of times, without anyone being able to count more than you... there were no changes...
Until it ascends with its adorable flight, the plump little fairy that accompanies you from the air.
>Ribbon "D-Dementia..." -she speaks to you, protected with a useless little piece of paper that she holds over her head- "you did very well... Let's go."
It had seemed like just an hour to you. Wow, you did a lot of things in that short time. The magic of the montages... now, after being renewed, your team accompanies you at the beginning of the steps, preparing to go down, which at the pace of your team, and with how high they were, would take them a few hours if you didn't help.
>Ribbon "Are you ready to go, Dementia?"
You were faster, stronger and who knows, maybe a little meaner. You could go down as a legendary girl who more deserves her title.
>Merlinus "I'm ready." -confirms, ready to receive orders whenever-
They go down the steps, as a team. Ribbon flying behind you, Merlinus straight with both sleeves of his tunic tied together, Sturlu with long steps and exaggerated movements with arms and legs reminiscent of Dicaprio.The descent is calm, there is a little bird flying there, some nice breeze there. And little else to highlight, the best thing would be to make time while they were going down.
>Ribbon "Hey, Dementia..." -he talks to you- "I think we're going to have to walk a lot now..."
>Sturlu "Much?"
>Ribbon "Very much..." -but if she doesn't walk-
>Merlinus "It doesn't bother me."
>Ribbon "I-it's not about whether it bothers..."
>Sturlu "Much much?"
>Ribbon "Yes! Hey- Where was...?"
>Sturlu "On the stairs!"
>Ribbon "No- I mean yes- but-"
>Merlinus "It bothers you."
>Ribbon "Eh... No! It's tiring. It's tiring."
>Merlinus "I don't get tired of it."
>Ribbon "Ugh..." -he runs his little hand over his face, he has no patience with this diaper- "I just wanted to suggest that we get a wagon to travel with!" -he exclaims, extending his arms and legs-
>Merlinus "Okay."
>Ribbon "But you don't decide!"
>Sturlu "What is that?"
>Ribbon "It's-"
>Merlinus "A cart that kills."
>Ribbon "Huh? No!"
Was that okay with you?
...
Eventually they come down, Ribbon gasping, Sturlu dragging his arms like a puppet. The little magician seemed to be fine, he had a little more stamina, not as much as you, you had already seen his limit today. And that was before your training.
As soon as they reach the foot of the mountain, they find Prince Charming on the ground still lying like Peter Griffin, shaking a little from the pain. Ribbon sees him a little worried, Sturlu also leans to the side from behind you to look at his deplorable state. It's not that you considered the consequences before doing that, you simply acted, it was a difficult moment. Nobody is going to judge you.
>Sturlu "What happened to him, did he fall off the mountain? Hahaha" - well, he was knocked out. Ribbon looks at him badly.
>Prince Charming "...chi..." -he lets out a weak response-
>Sturlu "Hahaha" -Ribbon looks at him worse, Sturlu seems to feel it-
>Ribbon "..." -he looks at you for approval- "Shall I cure him, Dementia...?"
They would understand the deception that the child received.
The houses, all destroyed. Not like the wolf did of breaking ceilings and some walls. The dwarves' homes had become little more than rubble. Ribbon looks on in horror, and Sturlu not knowing what face to make... But your immediate attention would be stolen by the fire, the size of a small house, which now takes the place of Sindri's forge.
If you came closer to look, you would see a campfire. The old man's house burns, and then you see him, sitting on his anvil, burning too... but calmly.
>Ribbon "EEEK! DEMENTIA, IT'S BURNING!"
>Merlinus "Fire magic..."
>Sturlu "..."
>Sindri cough cough "girl..." -he says, with his vocal cords barely functioning, his face hidden under dense flames- "Did they overcome the temple...? Hehe..."
The final doubt of a dying dwarf.
2/2
Sorry for taking so long. I did my best to make the shift worthwhile. You know, you can check all the areas you want at the same time. There you have the map, although there is not much to see, the entrance to the mine has collapsed, and the X's represent the destroyed buildings.
>How was Dementia in level? I'll count your stats in the afternoon because I have things to do now. But he has become very tough kek
>>1811 >>1812 >Dementia The steps are broken and crooked, they release pebbles, and in many of them you can notice the impression of the soles of the hood. Dementia went down and up so many times that she could use the stairs without looking, and she does just that, her eyes are lost in the distance, and her mind is focused on remembering the sensation that assaulted her under the waterfall. It was strange, also pleasant, and made her feel able to reach out and touch any corner of the world, as if it were all one.
"Oh...? They said?" She reacts and looks over her shoulder at the chatter of her group, who surely noticed her a little lost. "I'm just thinking about what I felt underwater... It was like... If I could hear them breathing, and the earth made little eyes at me. Does that make sense?"
Probably not, but it doesn't matter, she's satisfied with what she achieved. It feels stronger, faster, harder, more... Legendary. His current self would have beaten up his self from an hour and a half earlier."Ribbon can heal better now! And Merlinus threw those fireballs almost as if he wanted to turn me into ashes"
The only one who did not improve was Sturlu, but Dementia, upon finding out, let out a strident HA! as if the fact were no small matter.
"Bah, your powers weren't even that good... We'll get others, something you're really talented at."
Ribbon has an idea: Wagon. The fairy flies, but her little wings get tired, and the other two have short legs. His gang members are far from the pinnacle of maneuverability...
"A little more hurry to get to the places wouldn't hurt... Grrrrr!" He brakes hard, stomps his feet, and begins to pull his hair. "If we had the gem... We wouldn't need a wagon!"
This whole thing led her to remember her failure, it was not Ribbon's fault for remembering it, the brain synthetizes some ideas with others, it is an involuntary phenomenon. The hood needs his faithful cuddle, and he extends his arms waiting for them, smiling as he buries his face in his baby... And stops smiling when he sniffs a certain aroma.
"We need to get another diaper soon" He whispers quietly enough so that neither Merlinus nor Sturlo hears.
...
Dementia sighs when she sees the prince in that deplorable state. Someone who aims to defeat her should not be so fragile.
"If we leave him like this he'll die... Heal him, Ribbon, and let's look for the rest too."
Find what you expected. Fire, destruction, Starlo already anticipated it, ensuring that she was the one who did it. She didn't completely lie, she is responsible for not hurrying, but above all for being unable to defeat Starlo alone. Near the burning smithy, they find one of the dwarves burning. The question makes the hood lower his face.
"We surpassed the temple... But we didn't get the stone. I'm sorry"
Confess. Afraid of a potential look of resentment, Dementia jumps with all her strength, ascending like a rocket towards the sky... But not without looking, the hood pointed at the storm clouds that left with Cariñitos In case the town has a well or river nearby, she would opt for the simplest and most logical solution, but if not, she would continue with this, kek.
Inside the dark cloud, Dementia would sip and fill with storm water, her stomach swelling and trying to contain even the ocean. He falls, landing in bounces like a water balloon, but without bursting. The hood spits a strong and prolonged stream of water on the mushroom-houses, and on the dwarf as well, trying to put out the fire.
>>1806 >>1808 A drinking fountain. Small like the toilet, it catches your attention. You could drink a little. You crouch down and discover that it has three keys, one marked blue on the right, red on the left and a black one in the middle of both.
Once you bend down, because the bidet is so low, and open one of the faucets. The water comes out of a small drain like a geyser that hits you right on the trunk of your nose, between your eyes. It soaks your face and forces you to close it, or discover that that mysterious key between the other two controls regulates the strength of the jet.
If you don't dampen your spirits, you could try again. With the jet regulated, it jumps and falls in a parabola like a fountain, allowing you to taste the water. It's water. Although with a slight plastic taste, it quenches thirst.
The shower invites you to play a little, you use the air to stab the air. Lately stopping you by gaining consciousness. This is a bit embarrassing.
(Yes.)
But the thick walls keep the secrets, which are lost forever within its old stones.
Maybe there are skeletons in the closet. When you open it, you see simple white fabric that is stuck in your memory and stings so much that it makes you take it and smell it.
You inhale deeply, with your nostrils pressed against the fabric. Devouring the perfume that was impregnated with it. It was an aroma of cleanliness, an aroma that envelops you, of sweet patchouli...
The garment had been recently washed. But your nose was more sensitive than usual... and at the bottom of the dress, your sharpened sense of smell can barely perceive subtle notes of yogurt timidly peeking through the aromatic thicket.
You try on the dress. It's too long for you. You lacked a little height to wear it, but especially, even with clothes... you lacked chest.
>>1810 The hallway stretches out in front of you again. If you walked a little to the left, you could see, under the gaze of the painting, the maid finishing cleaning the mud with a plastic shovel and a hand broom.
But what interested you now were the other rooms. On your right hand side the hallway extends, with three more doors on both sides of the wall. Two and two, not parallel, but separated on a diagonal. And now that you see well, with your flashlight, you notice that there is one more. At the bottom. On the wall where the hallway ends.
The closest one for you, due to this diagonal distribution, is the first door on the left. You move in your unnaturally acquired silence to the door and stand before it. You push the thin wood and it opens without any problem.
The look from the door shows you a large space, similar in size to yours. But without an extra place for the living room.
It was a large room, with the main attraction being a large round table under an elegant, crisp white linen tablecloth. Two chairs in parallel gathered the air to enjoy the surprise held by a plate covered with a shiny silver bell. And a half-drunk glass of red wine.
The smell inside was strong, and for your sharpened nose, worse. Spices penetrate your nostrils like drills, some stronger, some weaker. Altogether, powerful. Equal. You could taste the rosemary, saffron, cinnamon and even some vanilla. It was combined with cedar wood and some metallic notes. It was an almost overwhelming plethora of smells in your state.
Beyond, into things you could see only from the door... a closet in the back from where you are, a Tiffany lamp to your left. It was on a nightstand, dimly illuminating everything with its abstract patterns now that the silver candelabras are with the candles out.
Next to the nightstand is a bed. Large, with a white wooden frame and gold engravings. The sheets it has are black as night, made of the finest silk... all this was observed by the picture of a man, who looks like a thin chef holding a bowl of sauce with a smile. First time it's not the man with the mustache, and it's positioned a little above the pillow, on the wall next to the bed.
To your right you find, on the opposite wall from where you are observing, a large bookshelf, full of books.
You can't find the bathroom door, it could be assumed that it is on the wall next to the closet in the back.
Maybe you could find more things if you went inside.
After looking inside, or not, you can try the next door. Diagonally to this, to the right. You put your hand on the handle and go down. And you go down. And you go down. The checkpoint rattles without giving you way. It's locked.
The last door on the sides, diagonal to this one to the left, could also be of interest to you. You open it... and an unbearable smell of dust hits you.
The room is completely dark, you must use the flashlight to check, finding then... nothing.
It is a 3x3 room. No windows, no lighting, no bathrooms. Only a single bed, without sheets, without pillows, and a world of dust from someone who lives in abandonment.
...
There is only the door at the end of the hallway, you open it. It is a space, also without lighting, where it seems that objects for cleaning are kept. You see a big bucket, with a mop in it, a broom... some cleaning products on the floor. Lavandina... you can't ignore that there is also a barrel in the middle of everything.
A barrel. Yes... wooden. It stands out among the other things for having little to do with cleanliness.
You hear footsteps, your radio plays again. The maid returns with the things she took to return them to this small closet after finishing the cleaning.
>Maid "If anything needs cleaning, I'll take care of it, princess."
Let me know, assuming that's why you're seeing this little closet with cleaning supplies. Also confirming your theory, everything you get dirty will be cleaned up. 2/2
>Dementia has learned: Multi Dementia! -Run so fast that it creates other yous to fight! (2 DT per speed clone. No limit beyond your DT. They use their own dice, if you're lazy I can roll for you for each clone as long as you don't blame me for bad mememagic kek)>Dementia has learned: Earth ability 1! -(Ask the Earth for help and heal half your HP. It doesn't cost DT, but it recharges every 5 turns.)
>Dementia has learned AQUA! (3 DT. Weak water magic kek)
>BONUS! Roll 4 dice 3 to increase the stats you want Or a 12 die to increase a single stat.
>>1814 >>1815 >Cece Cece is a girl full of determination. A conflicting water fountain and a soaked face will not stop him from quenching his thirst. He manipulates the hands until he achieves a perfect parabola of water, ideal for putting his lips in and sipping. He has to get on his knees for the task, and inwardly he asks who in their right mind would place a device like that at such a low height and next to where they pee.
(I don't lack chest, Alicia has too much)
She appears a little defensive about the baggy dress, but more importantly she confirms that her adoptive sister is in the castle.
(It's strange that he didn't even show up to see me...)
He remains with his gaze fixed on nothing.
(Maybe since she is already rich, she changed...)
It's a possibility. Cece doesn't know whether to act tough and say that she expected it, or whether to lower her head due to the weight of the betrayal. She doesn't decide on either of those two positions, she prefers to find Alicia first and have her explain why she left her alone...
In banking...
Under the rain.
...
Cleaned by the bath and dried by the towel, Cece makes concessions with the closet in order to get dressed... Except for the sneakers, because her sports pair continues to be ideal despite the mud stains. He puts on his hood and is ready to explore, but the sight of a "thing" on the wall stops him and fills him with uncertainty.
(It's a... Huh...? A... A what?)
She frowns, strokes her temples, circling her fingers, opens and closes her mouth like a fish, looks for words to describe it and when she doesn't find them, she feels terribly stupid.
(I don't care!)
He hits the rectangle with the bottom of his fist, leaving his fingers out. Being able to hit the red bull relieves her and makes her feel more confident with her upcoming steps.
SAVED GAME.
...
He walks out into the hallway and closes the door behind him. She looks around, locates the maid, but Cece doesn't need a babysitter. Go to the next room... It stinks! The orgy of spices almost numbs Cece's little nose, so she has to cover it with her hands. He enters, lengthening his steps and his big blue eyes scanning every piece of furniture and every shadow. He arrives in front of the circular table, the sight of the covered plate stimulates his imagination.
(A severed head!)
Holding your breath, remove the lid. If there are no decapitated heads, there may be other eye-catching items in the room.
(Books)
She randomly takes out and inserts several volumes from the bookshelf, not because she is an excellent reader, she is just trying to see if there is a secret passage. If he saw an Alice in Wonderland book, he would borrow it after the following conclusion:
(They made a book out of the movie)
Finished there, move on to the next room. She pulls the handle with both hands, it doesn't budge, but since it's an old lock, Cece allows herself to look through the keyhole... The act makes her remember an urban legend, and prepare her pinching pinky in case she sees only red.
Finished there, move on to the next room.
(I am a room examining machine)
Face the dust and gloom. The flashlight allows you to see beyond the abandonment. Outside the bed it seems empty, but the curious impulse makes Cece stretch out one foot... Which she then retracts. He shakes his head, those shabby rooms are an absolute red flag.
She closes the door and continues with her inquisition that takes her to the cleaning closet. His gaze finds a barrel, that makes him raise an eyebrow, because a barrel there is not normal... Or is it?
(Surely there is the meat of the previous adopted daughter... Like Megan's movie)
Cece moves her legs restlessly as she remembers Megan is Missing. He is about to go check, but the maid startles him.
"Ah..." He calms down. He returns his attention to the barrel, then to the maid and back again. It doesn't look like they're going to stop her, she goes in and carefully removes the cover to look. Curiosity satisfied, Cece answers the woman."You don't have to call me princess... Call me Cece... Or..." He was going to say Red, but it makes him uncomfortable that an adult speaks to him as if he were a friend. "You should also tell me your name..."
Cece scans the woman from top to bottom, like someone looking at a work of contemporary art in surprise. He has a wild idea.
"That room is full of dust. I want to see the inside, are you coming with me?"
(Maybe I shouldn't trust her so much... But... She'll be the person who will wash my panties, so...)
Point your gaze into the dark room. The site is still a red flag, but if a monster or a murderer with a hockey mask jumps in... It would be two against one.
"Do you know where Alicia is? I want to see her" He adds, and if it's for asking. "Did you happen to see a bat...?"
Napoleon's absence continues to make it difficult for him to feel the strength of Roja.
>Merlinus "We're going to get the cart. And we're going to get it killed."
>Ribbon "No one is going to make the cart kill! This joke has already gone on too long! And that's for Dementia to decide!" -about getting it or not- "What do you think, Dementia?"
(The fairy asked, but Little Red Riding Hood did not answer. Lost in thought, she made Ribbon almost lose her breath.)
"D-Dementia...?"
>Merlinus "He doesn't speak."
>Ribbon "I know!"
>Sturlu "Then why do you ask?!"
>Ribbon "Huh?! That doesn't make sense!"
>Merlinus "Yes it makes sense." -no, it doesn't have-
>Ribbon Merlinus "She's not hurt." -think of physical pain-
>Sturlu "Nopodopo." -wants to appear-
>Ribbon Merlinus "He said... Underwater." -not under the waterfall-
Ribbon just gives him a look of annoyance.
>Sturlu "Water." -Ribbon ignores him-
>Ribbon Sturlu "Ehhhh... I don't know."
>Ribbon He gives her a little look, not one of annoyance this time. The fairy's eyes are those of someone who sees someone in the same situation as her. When she looks at you, she looks a little worried.
"I-I don't understand, Dementia... That never happened to me... The heart thing was a little crazy too..."
(Huh? What? They saw that?!) I don't know if it's flashback worthy, it would have been that they saw it and Ribbon just asked for the soul, I don't know if Dementia would have answered anything. It could be treated at the campfire.
>Merlinus "Yes it makes sense." -repeat, although you yourself think not-
>Ribbon "Huh? Do you understand?"
>Merlinus "Little Red Riding Hood is learning magic."
>Sturlu "Woooow. Do you know magic?!"
(And then it became clear that Little Red Riding Hood actually learned a spell! A spell that came out of nowhere, water magic, the wettest.)
>Ribbon Merlinus Ribbon "...H-huh?! Yes what?!"
They got better! However, there was one exception, Sturlu, who argued, was the only setback despite the hard work.
>Sturlu Ribbon "..." -he pouts, that's ugly, but everything that happened between you still bothers him. You still have to forgive him-
>Sturlu Ribbon prince charming Merlinus "He's going to die."
>Ribbon RIBBON USA: SMALL HEALING!
The fairy raised her hand, and the magic powder enveloped the dwarf (tall), a sharp sound like a soft ringing, marking its completion. The fairy dust goes away, along with the prince's wounds.
>Prince Charming "I-I have to..."
>Ribbon "That's it."
>Prince Charming "Huh?!" -He opens his eyes in surprise, sits up abruptly and looks at his hands in a hurry. Okay, then he looks at them- "Did you cure me? Did you? But-"
By then, they already started the walk a few meters away. The boy stands up, grabbing his little wooden sword and the pot that serves as his helmet before following them.
"Hey, don't ignore the prince!"
But everyone stops when they find the dwarf under the insatiable flames. Burning from the red hot that once gave him work. The prince stood with his eyes wide open in horror as the dwarf asked you his final question.
>Merlinus "..." -he looks normal-You adjusted the pressure so as not to cut down every tree around you, and without further ado, you released a geyser from your mouth. The iridescent torrent of water fell on the village, drowning like a storm, the most burning flames with your aquatic blow. The soil is moistened as a collateral, the flowers are grateful.
The gust ends on Sindri, extinguishing the flames that consume him, and also those of his house.
The village fire is replaced by a rainbow. Almost making him look cheerful despite everything.
>Ribbon "WOW, DEMENTIA, THAT WAS AMAZING!" -never lacking to flatter-
>Prince Charming "Wah... He turned it off..." -mumbles-
All your companions look at Sindri. He continued in the same position, sitting, with his eyes lowered. Smoking.
>Ribbon "...e-huh!" -he is startled when he realizes something- "let me-!"
The dwarf raises his hand asking the fairy to stop.
>Sindri "Hehe... Okay, okay... I just wanted to see if they made it. I've lived long enough." -Ribbon opens her little eyes wide, she is speechless as Sindri lowers her arm- "you did it, girl... that... means something."
The dwarf's heavy gaze rose, and he took one last look around. Surrounded by the five looking at him with regret, even in his final agony he wanted to give them one last old man's advice.
"Hehe... You have good friends. Take care of them, girl..." -she takes one last look at the little prince, whose shock is not erased even when the blacksmith lets out a last joyful laugh- "haha... hahaha..."
And so, a breeze carries it away like a small cloud of dust that still laughs a little after completely disappearing into the air. Because where there was fire, ashes remain.
The silence that followed lasted for a moment that felt long.
>Prince Charming "He- he left... My... blacksmith..." -I had never witnessed anything like this-
>Ribbon "..." -she looks down, mournful-
>Sturlu "..." -he was still unusually quiet, observing where Sindri was just sitting-
>Merlinus "Let's go."
>Ribbon "Uh-?" -raises his gaze quickly-
>Merlinus "We have to go." -that's all it says-
We had to continue.
I was going to add one more scene, but I think it would be very bloated. Your decision if you want to see something else in the village, I don't know, I already said. Just mark the points on the map you want to look at.
Aldo, I'm feeling like you're eating too many Ls kek, but better times are coming! In super mega cereal!
Aldo 2 I can't believe I forgot to put a well in the Kek village
>>1817 The middle command. You turn it, and you see the force of the jet decrease. You could close it until it was weak like the last breath of a consumptive, or until it was the shot that pierces the skull of the pig in the slaughterhouse. You regulate, and turn it into a fountain, which jumps and falls in a perfect arc for your lips. As thirsty as you were, plastic dyes matter the same as killing a cockroach. It satisfies you. You feel better somehow.
...
The thing.
Russet. Crimson. Vermilion. Ruby. Red. Crazy red. A square that probably is, or probably isn't. You see it, but your eyes fail without doing it. Its shape escapes your perception outside of the basic idea that it is a square.
The wound in the world seems to change. The lines of red seem to change places with each blink, and like a throb, they also seem to grow into three-dimensionality or flatten like paper.
Maybe a heart from beyond, or a sack of pus, because it's so intense it's unpleasant. It strains your eyes and causes a migraine in the recesses of your mind. And it seems to get worse the more you try to understand it.
Your world is painted the color of hell. You hear the iron of a thousand shackles creaking as they are dragged by rock. Everything tastes like bad memories. That small moment is the closest you ever experienced to being struck by lightning.
And it was gone as fast as one.
You were standing. And reality had healed. Red now inhabits nothing but your head.
>SUCCESSFUL SAVE!
...
You are in the hallway. The maid is little more than another piece of scenery that occupies the last place in interest. You look for the first door you haven't used, and you remedy that by going through it shortly after getting used to the room's spicy odor.
You look at what you can. Now with more attention. Next to the bed, that painting looks better from close by. The painting makes that person look like a ghost, with sickly white skin and wrinkles that compete in quantity with the brushstrokes that were used to portray them. His eyes seem sunken to the limit of their sockets, almost shadowed by the rest of his face. He is someone old, but among the deterioration, that strange smile... seems genuine.
As extra information, he dresses in a white that is healthier than his skin, a chef's hat... and unlike the rest of the yellow paintings due to the passage of time, this one is preserved with such love that it seems to have been painted yesterday.
The closet. It looks like mahogany. If you walk a little to the left you can see the bathroom door, on the right side of the closet, similar to yours. But you are interested more than anything in the bell that covers the fine bone china on the table prepared as if it were an art.
You take the pure silver, and set it aside to contemplate the most mundane. The plate is occupied by three cuts of meat of a finesse capable of being felt with the eye. Cooked to perfection, without any trace of pink juice, but bathed in a sauce of redder fruits than the wine in the glass. You can smell it, your sensitive nose reacts to the fruity fragrance of the currants, with that penetrating touch of ruby port wine, which until today you didn't know existed.
It's cumberland sauce. And the meat, due to its slight white hue, looks like pork. One of the three has a tiny piece cut off near the edge, as if it had been the victim of a simple tasting and saved for later. The rich can afford that.
Accompanying them, on the side of the plate, is a single slice of lemon, a blue cheese, and some green beans that act as the salad for this dish.
And right next to it, which you had not noticed a moment before, a fountain pen accompanying the dinner, like another utensil.
You turn around without finding death. Before you, next to the door, is a small shelf filled with small jars of spices. You hadn't noticed it when you entered because the door covered it, but you ignore this to go to the books.
You move one, you move another. It's any shelf. You try to see if there is at least something that interests you, such as the work of Master Lewis, but you find little more than an endless list of various cookbooks. 'ABC of gastronomy', 'The best flavor', 'A thousand cuts of meat and how to prepare them'. All arranged alphabetically, all in immaculate condition, to the point where you can't tell if they're old or new.I think I'll implement a dice system. If you are in a place of interest and you can't think of what to look for specifically, roll a 20 research die and I will pretend that you find things by chance or something kekthis will soon be able to be done anywhere to obtain special objects, for now, only in areas that you consider of interest.
Disappointment.
You leave the room and try the next door. It's closed. But you don't hesitate to bend down and peek through the bolt. The other side is barely visible, in darkness due to the weak lighting of a lamp on a small table. But it is impossible not to see the center of the room.
Under the warm orange tint provided by the lamp, you see that enormous canvas, bigger than you, almost completely torn. As if it had been torn off in a violent outburst...
The little that was left of paint is the lowest part of the canvas... where you would swear that what you see painted is a wooden handle, poorly worked, but almost familiar... TTT
And that's all. The vision this gives you is so narrow it's annoying, and the low light doesn't help.
The last one has even less to offer than the one you could barely see through the bolt. Darkness, silence and abandonment. You already know these three, and you don't want to get involved in a place where they coexist. You turn around and open the last one in the hallway, finding the cleaning closet.
The barrel is the new point of interest. The maid does not prevent your inspection. You open it, and when you point your flashlight inside, you see at the base a small green grass complete with pot.
>Take green grass? >[YES] [NO]
Probably another disappointment.
>Maid <You don't have to call me princess... Tell me Cece... Or...
You stay halfway. But you give him the space to respond. She looks, without blinking, ahead. As if you were a few heads taller, or as if I were lost.
"But that's you." -she responds, breaking the monotony with a certain weakness in her tone of voice- "A spoiled little princess." -He doesn't say it differently, he doesn't change his always empty face in the slightest way, but his words can make people feel bad-
<You should also tell me your name...
He bows before you until his back is below the level of your head. And he delivers.
"Letizia, princess..."
It reveals, and after that it straightens again to the expected perfection. You look at it one more time, and find the same thing you would always see. Red eyes perpetually open, livid skin, as if it didn't know the sun, beautiful features on a face that doesn't use them for anything, and a textbook posture that he would maintain until his back couldn't take it anymore. Letizia is a maid.
<That room is full of dust.
You look towards it. The maid slowly turns her head over her shoulder, catching it before facing you.
"I know."
"It's my room."
<I want to see the inside, are you coming with me?"
"It won't be necessary, princess."
"There's nothing there."
"I only use that room to sleep."
(...)
<Do you know where Alicia is? I want to see it
"Princess Alice..." -he mentions, almost a murmur- "No." -that is, he does not know- "I was not in charge of receiving it." -her dress was washed...-
<Did you happen to see a bat...?
"..."
He's silent for a moment, you might wonder if he even heard you. He stared into nothingness, his face like a blank page. His handwriting in invisible ink. Nothing. Nothing.
>>1817 Bonuses for Dementia noted! I almost forgot to say what his rare item obtained was (I had already implemented it, but if I don't mention it obviously you won't know kek) >Golden Tent -put on a bonfire as many times as you need. It is not consumed after use like normal ones.
>>1819 If you want to move forward, just tell me yes, Cece follows Letizia's directions and I'll take turns with the layout of that area, implying that Cece would be particularly interested in the indicated place and there you can take the actions you want. So that this shift doesn't feel so empty.
His heart, his soul. Dementia looks at the ground and clicks her fingers together as she asks."C-Crazy in a bad way?" He raises his puppy eyes at the fairy. "Did she look ugly to you...?" The question leaves an aura of unease, like a bride asking her partner if she looks fat in her striped dress.
The hood shakes his head and hands when they accuse him of knowing magic. The idea seems to offend her, or at least unsettle her.
"Of course not! I'm a warrior, and warriors use their bodies, not arcane powers. Daddy explained that to me well, and he knows a lot about the world"
But all the weird things that-
"It's called the will of the warrior." He sticks out what little chest he has as he explains it. "Also, in some kingdoms, they call it determination"
The same determination that a little later takes her among the clouds, filling herself with water, and falling to appease the fires with a stream coming from her toned lips. The rain with legendary girl's saliva falls, in turn generating a rainbow. That doesn't change the fact that the scorched dwarf is ready to leave for the afterlife...
Dementia's eyes widen and she leans back, then her surprised expression falls, she bites her lip, nods, and tilts her face as she hugs herself.
"I will take care of them... And I will make whoever did this pay. I swear"
Sindri leaves with the wind, giving way to ceremonial silence that is touched by murmurs and finally broken by Merlinus, who urges them to continue with the adventure.
"Not yet..." He frowns, shakes his head, and places his hands on his waist. "I saw the woodcutter between the houses. Ribbon, can you look for him and see if he needs help? I would like to talk to him... Although he probably hates me"
Dementia attracted Starlo, and also failed to protect them from him. She recognizes it, and the guilt creates an annoying knot in her chest that she tries to reduce by scratching near her heart... It doesn't work.
(Sometimes I wish I was like Merlinus and felt nothing)
He casts a look that is difficult to decipher at the magician, and remains silent for a long minute, until he finally speaks.
"Merlinus, Sturlu, search the town, maybe we will find a cart or something valuable among the ruins"
Looting!
"We're short on supplies... We need all the help we can get, and dad said that if you don't take the loot after a battle, someone else will. Also if they accidentally find more dwarves, you have to take them away from here... I already thought of a place"
What happened to the town wasn't exactly a battle, but Dementia decides to apply the same logic. But while his group works, what will the hood do? First: Ignoring the prince, in fact he's been doing it for a while because even though he's cute he's annoying and he also thinks she's horrible. Second: Little Red Riding Hood's eyes focus towards the end of the rainbow...
(Gold...)
He takes a short detour to see if he can steal the leprechaun's jug. After concluding matters in the dwarven village, Dementia would begin preparations to head to...
The fairy village!
He wants to see how everyone is. The Bloodaxe is sickened by so much destruction and death, it feels nauseated. And maybe if there are surviving dwarves I can take them there.
Another important issue that needs to be resolved is Ribbon. He can't stay in the dirty diaper too long or he will get irritated and not just in the mood.
"Ribbon, come with me. I need you to... Eeeeh... Help me with the plans to get the next stone" He would tell her when they were about to leave, and he would take her to a nearby stream to clean up.
Dementia is preparing herself to present the fairy with perhaps the most complicated challenge of her life... She bites her lips and doubts if she will have the guts to ask for it. The idea that Dementia is considering and doesn't know whether to express it or not is: Tell Ribbon to leave the diaper...
>>1819 >Cece psychosis (From psycho- and -sis): a serious mental disorder characterized by loss of contact with reality, where the person has difficulty distinguishing what is real from what is not. The main symptoms include delusions (false beliefs) and hallucinations (false perceptions), often accompanied by unusual behavior.
Cece sometimes fantasized about being a dangerous maniac. Schizophrenia sounded cool, it was something super unique, those who had it saw things that no one else could, images that, like a superpower, positioned you above reality and caused others to look at you with fear.
(Now it doesn't seem so cool)
She thinks as she leaves the room, still with the red burning in her eyes.
(Norman Bates was a man dressed as a woman...)
She comes to the conclusion that she shouldn't tell anyone, or they would institutionalize her, and the electric shocks would turn her into the Joker, or into a vegetable.
(Batman or carrot... Choose wisely)
She shivers all over and shakes her head at the thought. She repeats to herself that it's just the exhaustion, and even to herself it's obvious that she's lying.
...
(What's the lunch of the rich...?)
She says while holding the silver lid, and a sense of unease is sown in her chest. It feels too little, if she also eats like that, in a few weeks she'll be like an African child. She's still not in the age to appreciate the delicacy of food, for her the pinnacle of food is https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U1DJWVqW8z8▶
She lowers the lid.
The library is another dead end.
...
Looking through the keyhole, she glimpses a torn painting and little more. She inserts her finger into the keyhole to violate it, and only manages to get her pinky stuck. She sweats worriedly, but after sp
>>1822 Date: Ribbon could have seen Dementia reveal her soul in the Queen's castle, but since she was behind her, she didn't. At the waterfall, where the All offered you a hand, your heart was exposed. Or perhaps something even more special, living within you.
>Ribbon Sturlu "What?"
>Ribbon "The heart."
>Sturlu "Ahh." -...- "The what?"
>Ribbon "The heart! The- the you know. The heart. The one that looks like this." -arches from pinky to index finger and extends both thumbs, joining her two hands to make a little heart shape- "it's what makes us feel love..."
>Sturlu "Ohhhhhh. That coooool thing."
>Ribbon Nods her head "yes... We saw it."
>Merlinus "Yes, I saw it." -just to confirm-
>Sturlu "What thing?"
>Ribbon Sighs -the exhaustion is visible on her face, and in her little arms, which hang down without energy-
Merlinus "In the bad sense."
>Ribbon "I heard that!" -complains- "How in the bad sense, Dementia?"
Sturlu "S-" -without changing her expression, Ribbon extends her little arm backward and covers her mouth; she no longer has the patience for nonsense-
>Ribbon "N-no!" -opens her little eyes wide, and answers hurriedly, seeming to suddenly activate the moment she realized something- "No!" -confirms, removes her little hand from Sturlu's mouth and joins her thumbs, showing you her two palms- "the hearts..." -lifts both little hands- "are so beauti-ful~" -separates them and moves them downward in a parallel semicircle, forming a small rainbow that sounds like a Barbie dollhouse effect- "yours too..." -adds with sparkling eyes, bringing her joined little hands together like a prayer to her chest once she notices it might be better to give a more direct compliment- "i-it was red... and... I don't know if flat or not... and... Qu- quack... squar-ish...?"
(Pixelated! But that word hasn't been invented yet. Heehee!)
"It was so cute, Dementia!"
>Merlinus "You said it was... Crazy."
>Ribbon "Huh? Yes, but-"
>Sturlu "Yes, in the bad sense!"
>Ribbon "What?! No!"
>Sturlu "Huh? No? That's what I understood."
>Ribbon "Don't say things if you don't understand!" -waves her little arms complaining, then quickly turns to you- "y-yes..." -looks a bit nervous and worried, as she may have chosen the wrong words- "I said crazy... But from... unexpected." -exclaims, showing you her palms- "Not from bad..." -lowers her little hands- (Capuchin Magic knew. Uh- I mean. She didn't want to know! No conjuring, she was a warrior, not a mage or anything like that.)
(That's what she says.) -whispers-
Ribbon NEW CAMPFIRE CONVERSATION: What is the DETERMINATION?
>Merlinus "So you have no magic. You have a lot of DETERMINATION..." -tries to understand- "...to me, it was magic."
>Ribbon "Not really." -goes along with you, trusts your word-
(And so, Capuchin went down the mountain! And the fire problem was solved.)
(But even if one stands up from burning, that doesn't always put out the flames.)
Merlinus Ribbon Sturlu Merlinus Blue Prince "That's stealing!" -waves her little hand in the air from a safe distance-
Sturlu "Okay."
Confirms, with normality -a normality strangely devoid of stupidity- before going off to walk around, leaving you alone with the prince. You don't look at him, but he's glaring at you angrily. Your eyes go to the sky, to the rainbow... which... well, it's gone now.
(Uh... Capuchin, let me explain. Rainbows aren't actually magical, they're a light effect. In fact, that rainbow only formed for a moment because the sun passed through the water you spat...)
(But as soon as the water fell, it disappeared.)
Oh, damn! So there was no rainbow. But you REALLY wanted a rainbow...
And with that thought, starting a few centimeters in front of the tip of your toes, the magical colors of the most solid rainbow you've ever seen rise up with glitter effects and fairy princess music before curving in the air, plunging a few meters away, where it disappears behind the rubble of the dwarf houses.
(...well, Capuchin, I admit rainbows are magical.)
>Blue Prince "Wha-?!" -can't believe what he just witnessed, a rainbow being born out of nowhere right in front of you- Because the girl of legends can do anything!
You walk toward the end of the rainbow. And the Blue Prince jumps in place, understanding everything, then runs panting to catch up with you. He walks behind you, saying nothing. He looks serious... but you ignore him.
You can ignore all of this without even reading it if you want. Except of course the last part, which is the Dementia kek section
RIBBON
(Ribbon, the fairy, flies like a butterfly, but never lands anywhere. She searched, her gaze going left to right, though more with nervousness than suspicion.)
>Ribbon "E-eh... Hello...? Mr. Lumberjack, Rumbar... Junior...?" (Asked Ribbon, somewhat scared.) "Ay... I have to find him... for Dementia... my... special person..." -shame rises to her cheeks, and she touches her belly from a strange sensation, which also worries her- "hm..."
(What?! Pardon?!)
(Ahem. Let's ignore that. Ribbon looked and looked, and out of nowhere...!)
"Whoa?!"
She spots some legs sticking out of some rubble. And soon, -since she's usually at the same height as everyone else's legs all the time- she recognizes them!
"EEK!" -she panics, waving arms and legs-
Ribbon flies swiftly toward the lumberjack, and stops in front of the soles of his sneakers, which are the size of her torso and a bit of her chin from Ribbon's crotch to her chin is about 26 centimeters tall and pulls.
"NNNNGH NNNNGHHGEHHNH"
And pulls. And pulls. And pulls... She turns red, and maybe she'll get a hernia, but the dwarf, big and bulky to her, doesn't move an inch.
"AAHHH, NOOO- I CAN'T-!" -she lets go of one foot with a whimper, looking frustrated- "I can't do it!"
She flies, orbits the dwarf's shin, and lands on it, knees and tiny hands down.
"Hey, hey, wake up!, Wake up!, You have to get up!"
Nothing. She quickly gets down.
"Ayy... It's okay... It's okay, he didn't turn to dust!" -meaning he's alive- "I just have to..."
She raises her hand and casts her only spell in a hurry.
>RIBBON USES: SMALL HEAL! (X3)
The legs shine with a glow, and Ribbon clasps her tiny hands with expectant worry.
"..." -she falls silent, looks, waits, gets nervous- "Sir... Please get up..." Like a spring jumping, after those words. The debris flies with a crash, as the lumberjack sits down abruptly. Ribbon jumps in fright.
"¡EEEEEEEEKKKK!"
She turns so pale she looks like an unpainted drawing. Paralyzed by the free screamer, while the lumberjack clutches his head... he slowly looks at the fairy, whom he had noticed out of the corner of his eye.
>Rumbar "...that fairy..."
Ribbon couldn't even respond. She almost had a heart attack.
"..." -she stands up, head down. The axe was in her hand, for she hadn't let go of it even under those rubble-
She turns, and prepares to go somewhere. But then Ribbon reacts. Her soul returns to her body with a sigh and she jumps, flying to get in his way.
>Ribbon "¡E-espera!" -she begs with her little hands up to the guy with an annoyed look-
>Rumbar "Out of my way." -he pushes her aside with his hand-
>Ribbon "¡Oy!" -she flies back at him- "¡Y-yo te ayudé!" -she exclaims waving her arms-
>Rumbar "Not my problem. Now leave me alone." -he walks past, Ribbon (meowed) starts getting annoyed and flies back in his way-
>Ribbon "-"
>Rumbar "¡I said get out of my way!" -he raises his axe and threatens her-
>Ribbon "¡EEEEK, WAIT I JUST WANTED TO HELP YOU SO YOU CAN GO WITH DEMENTIA BECAUSE SHE WANTS TO TALK TO YOU!" (wait, I just wanted to help you so you can go with Dementia because she wants to talk to you) Ribbon said extremely fast, pulling her big head back and leaning her body backward while raising her hands like a useless barrier.
>Rumbar "...What did you say...?" -he gives her the benefit of the doubt-
>Ribbon "¿Uh-?" -she opens one little eye- "q-que... Dementia quiere hablar contigo..."
>Rumbar "Dementia...?" -he frowns, even more than he already was-
>Ribbon "C-cinderella..."
Rumbar lowers the axe.
>Rumbar "Lead the way."
Ribbon swallows saliva.
...
Merlinus
>Merlinus "..." He's not very talkative, nor capable of gesturing. He wanders in silence, disturbing no one. He knows his mission, searches for whatever serves him, tries to make sure no carts or dwarves escape his sight.
The path he took, he didn't think about. But once again, he had arrived at that witch's shop. It wasn't much different from everything else, rubble, and little more. But that little, for Merlinus, was no laughing matter.
(Je)
"..."
He saw something on the ground, right in front of the shop's ruined display window. Carved wood, with a simple spiral finish at the very top. And he picked it up, an object nearly as big as he was.
"Magic..."
An arcane staff. Of that, there was no doubt.
"It was a witch... But she told me not to..."
Merlinus discovers sarcasm, but doesn't understand it yet. He looks at the shop in pieces, and the visit, not to run errands. Entering is impossible, but that wasn't what the mage was looking for, that's predictable. He crouches before a piece of door, where a paper with burnt tips clings to the wood. The wind makes it flutter, and the dark mage decides to tear off the little leaf.
"..."
He reads it, it's in a dead language, that only those who practiced the most advanced arcane arts have to remember. Fortunately, the lady knew it, and Merlinus was exposed to this, enough to understand: 'I returned to Fantasy'
"...Fantasy..."
>Merlinus has obtained: basic magic staff
"..." -puts away the paper-
It was time to keep looking for that cart.
STURLU
>Sturlu "Something of valuuue, something of valuuue... Something of valuuue..."
Sturlu walked in circles without finding anything for obvious reasons. He had passed through the same rubble over and over, the same leaves and the same big wooden chest. The search remained sadly fruitless.
"Ahh... this is terrible... And... and besides I can't find anything... Where can I find something of value?!" -collapses to the ground, conflicted-
>Chest "Ahem."
>Sturlu "What's up, chest...?"
>Chest "Bark. Bark."
>Sturlu "Eh? Maybe I can find something of value inside the chest?"
>Cofre "Woof."
>Sturlu "Oh! Great."
He stands up; maybe with this he can make up for all the bad he feels. He approaches the barking chest and puts his hands on it... only for it to suddenly burst open, revealing its sharp teeth. Sturlu looks up curiously as long arms that seemed made of wood rise above him and grab him to drag him into its jaws.
"WAAAAHHH!"
The chest falls, again and again, chewing on Sturlu with force repeatedly while he kicked desperately.
"AAAHHH!"
...
Little Red Riding Hood and the Prince
(Little Red Riding Hood and the prince walking together. Oh, they're so cute, I can't, I can't!)
(Did I say that out loud?)
You hear some panting behind you, and soon, you had the prince following you closely.
>Blue Prince "...Did you make this rainbow?" -he asks, puzzled- "And you're looking for the end of the rainbow to get gold, right?! Thief... Surely you are... But... But you'll never reach the end of the rainbow, nor will you see the SUPPOSED pot of gold." (Said the prince... who had tried the same thing once.)
"Besides, that would be stealing!" -he exclaims, raising his little wooden back with a voice that tries -and fails miserably- to sound full of authority-
And then, you turn a corner. Almost at the entrance of the village, where the rainbow finally ends. The prince can't help but jump and almost die from the shock, his face drawn to a caricature, his eyes popping out of their sockets when he sees... A POT FULL OF GOLD!
"GO-OLD?!"
He lands and runs, again, panting, until he's next to the cauldron. His eyes shine, but not as much as the golden glow of the pure gold coins that almost overflow from the container... just as the prince almost overflows with tears.
"Ahh..." -he's mesmerized, his little hand struggling not to reach out and pluck
>>1822 After an epic adventure of rainbows and leprechauns, with your... well... enemy, I suppose, the Blue Prince, you return to the starting point. In front of the forge. Time to wait for the rest.
Returning from her own mini-adventure, the first to arrive is Ribbon. She comes with nerves on her face that resemble someone being led at gunpoint. Behind her comes the big dwarf, whose gaze seemed to carry tons of rage. Ribbon stops when she sees you, not content as so many other times. She raises a finger.
>Ribbon "Uh- D-Dementia-"
A huge hand -for her- lands by the side of her face before pushing hard, launching her far away to clear the path, leaving only a "AH!" before she hits the floor.
>Blue Prince "Wh-?!, WHY DID YOU DO THAT, EVIL ONE?!" -jumps to her defense with his sword raised, and is the second to be thrown with a shove to the other side- "AH!"
The prince rolls on the floor, the pot on his head, called a helmet by him, falls off and he stares at him angrily and helplessly just as the subject, who already had his axe in hand, is just two meters away from you.
"H-STOP, WICKED ONE!" -exclaims from the ground- "oww..." -he scraped his little knee-
>Rumbar "I hope you have very good reasons for giving..."
You hear a soft, constant squeak accompanied by a rattling of wood. Your peripheral vision lets you see, a few meters behind the bearded dwarf, a large cart being pulled somewhat slowly by the little dark mage. Big cart, with a canvas roof. However, the mage does not arrive; he notices your situation and lets go of what would be the team's vehicle. He pulls out a staff, which is new, and approaches, running with the speed his short legs allow. He positions himself behind you.
>Rumbar "The dark mage..."
>Merlinus "Shall I burn him?"
Meanwhile, the Blue Prince was helping himself up with his sword. He was complaining about the scrapes, and stumbling, he stops behind you. Recognizing then, the greater injustice.
>Blue Prince "Back, savage! She is my rival! I will not allow you to hunt my prey."
Or perhaps that was his reason.
>Rumbar "..." -keeps his angry gaze, the decision was yours-
>Ribbon "N-noo, wait!, don't fight!"
Such tension...
ELLIPSIS.
(Wow, how well everything turned out in the end.) Kek this is to fulfill the last scene you had in mind, same as the previous one will be roleplayed accordingly.
Everyone was preparing to leave.
>Ribbon "Cart?" -no one had to answer her, so she looks and confirms for herself- "Ready. But we'll pick it up on the way back. Food?" -looks around- "nope. Water?" -neither- "wow..." -looks at you- "n-not saying ready, Dementia, but... well. Merlinus?" >Merlinus "What."
>Ribbon "Just confirming. Sturlu?"
Silence.
"Sturlu?" -looks around with nothing to be found- "Where did he go?"
If you looked over the fairy's shoulder, behind her, diagonally to the left on the map, where there was a chest you ignored your whole life, you'd see him. Or rather, his legs kicking in desperation while the lid of said chest repeatedly crushes him.
"And..." -Ribbon's gaze lands on the blue prince, who was standing there as if nothing happened- "...who were you...?"
>Blue Prince "I AM THE BLUE PRINCE!"
>Ribbon "OH, RIGHT, SORRY! Uh-... Wait..." -What was he doing here?-
>Blue Prince -points his sword at you- "I'm here to tell you... that what happened today changes nothing, Little Red Riding Hood. I am still your greatest enemy, and I swear, I GIVE YOU MY PRINCE'S PROMISE... that I will hunt you. And I will defeat you. YOU'LL SEE!" -exclaims, turns around, and runs out of the village- "WE'LL SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN!"
>Ribbon "..." -no comment- "I don't get that kid..." -decides to say that- "Are we ready, Dementia...?"
Ribbon "Ahh... lucky we got the cart, Dementia... I'm not used to moving this much. I wasn't even authorized to leave the village yet as Pumpkin... Or Charia... I get tired pretty fast..." -not a surprise with that belly-
Ribbon looks back over her shoulder and speaks to you.
"Shall we talk about the next stone, Dementia?" -asks with her adorable gaze, smiles, hoping the next one will be better- "I honestly don't know where it is..." -says, her little face falls for a moment, but then she smiles again- "BUT I HAVE A GOOD IDEA OF WHERE WE HAVE TO GO TO FIND IT!" -without lifting her tail from the ground, she turns and looks at you with joy, extending her hands to name something big- "Midland... The largest kingdom in the magical world." -Ribbon lowers her head, closes her eyes, smiles, kicks her legs, shakes her little shoulders, and clasps her fists in front of her to show her overflowing emotion- "iiii... I've always wanted to go!" -straightens up and looks at you with total joy- "It's very different from here! It's the most advanced place... They have the best libraries!" -she's in love with the idea- sighs "If there's information for us, Midland is the best place to find it!" -exclaims raising her arms, then lowers them- "but it's far..." -clarifies- "that's why... we need to get a mount... Merlinus can't pull the wagon forever. Hehehe." -lets out a little giggle-
But you weren't here to talk about that. It was time to take her to the water. They could have some quality time by taking a little bath.
>>1821 No I've seen it yet. I want to go see it in the cinema before they take it off the marquee... Aaahhh... I have to go... I'll tell you what I think when that happens kek (until then I won't open that spoiler keksito)
I'll see if I can get a shift for Cece now or if I finish it for tomorrow. Probably the latter because I see it'll be at least a double shift keksito
>>1823 Stormy night and death. Inside the European void, in the most secluded part of the hallway, you find green life, and you take it with you.
>You have collected: green grass
Plant it under your arm. And someone plants themselves behind you. Green the grass and red the gaze, but equally expressionless. Although one speaks, and her ambiguous words prick and burn... While yours do not to her.
>Letizia You have left: green grass
You turn around, and face the window to hell again. The migraine returns the moment you see it, like an attack, which you return by hitting forcefully, making your world tint red.
Without naming her, you know who said those words. But he didn't have one then, and he's not in the corridor now. Probably chasing the fulfillment of his word somewhere you don't know.
You could wait for him, but you had a goal. Art and the artist reside around the corner; you'll pay them a visit. You take the left path, following the carpet back to the stairwell area, and past that painting of the man with the mustache. His eyes stare straight ahead, at the chandelier hanging from a golden chain.
You pass by, leaving behind the hallway of rooms, and confront the shadows where the other end of the corridor is plunged. Getting closer, you notice you don't need a flashlight. It's poor lighting, not total darkness, anyway, the flashlight helps.
To your right, just before reaching the corner that hides another hallway—the one you must follow—you see the doorknob that stuck out and you barely made out from afar. A normal door, brown. No real indicators of being one thing or another.
Passing it, you turn the corner and find yourself in a much longer hallway. The light here is already like a movie at night, but instead of the blue moon effect, it's the red of tired torches.
Decoration is abandoned. Beyond a single small painting of the man with the mustache, and the carpet that cuts off just before another corner at the end of the hallway, the whole place was just stone, which under the torchlight looked as ancient as it surely was.
Two doors on opposite walls. Face to face, both exactly in the middle of the length, and otherwise empty, hallway.
As your only options, you walk until you're between both. To the right, according to the golden plaque, is the 'library'. Period. To your left, the door has no plaque at all, but Letizia mentioned it as your goal.
You take the knob and open it, without hesitation, and behind it you find... a room, which unlike the hallway is very well lit by a luxurious cauldron... but whose purpose you perhaps don't understand.
The table, normal, large, was filled with what seemed like test tubes, several books, a scale, a strange thermos... and some other objects you couldn't make sense of, like what looks like an iron container with a rod to hold it from afar. It could be, perhaps, one of those objects used by those who work with molten metal, an idea perhaps sparked by the cauldron you have on the wall at the other end of the door. Which constantly releases steam thanks to a powerful flame beneath it. The flame must be powerful, for the cauldron boils with it while being separated by a stone chimney.
That stone could also facilitate whatever is done with this, as it extends to the sides of the cauldron, allowing more of those strange test tubes to the right of it.
Ignoring that, further to the right of the same cauldron, already on the floor, there is a vase. It looks just like those two vases that were near the cat, beautiful and fragile.
There is nothing more on that side. If you now look to your immediate right, after closing the door so it doesn't hinder you, you would see more test tubes; these are larger, one with its own little legs that reaches up to your thighs, and another even larger, whose base is an integrated bench that puts it at chest height; this one is connected by a tube to a structure, which is the... test tube? The largest one. About twice your height, though of course it's on something.
It has a shape that could resemble the Libertadores cup an hourglass, starting with a solid base that narrows in the middle, with the highest part being a sphere, from which a tube emerges that connects it to the one below.
On the wall to your right, right next to the door frame, there are small containers of various types filling a shelf. They have no labels, only distinctive colors here and there. They might be for adults; the first shelf you could reach on tiptoes, the second only by jumping, with the risk of knocking everything over.
On the other side, to your immediate left, also next to the door frame, you see a low chest of drawers, almost a dresser, which on top holds a container. It's like a mortar and pestle, but it's curious because the pestle is made of transparent glass. It also has another object that is like a strange metal sphere, which is high up on an iron rod. Like a pacifier...
Right next to that chest of drawers, there is a large bookshelf full of books. Full, really; if you look up, you would see a small pile of books protruding above the shelf.
And finally, on the left wall... there is another door.
This is clearly not the art area... if Letizia didn't lie, you didn't have many more clues than to take the only door that was there.
2/3 The following only if Cece decides to proceed through that door and not stay.
>>1823 And the only door you had, you took it. As soon as you open it, a breath of fresh, damp air from the outside hits you.
Through the threshold, you now see the raindrops almost fading away. So fine that you have to raise your gaze to find, with the help of the lamps, the last thin traces of the shower that is slowly ending.
You step outside. Still standing on elevated ground. Is this some kind of floor, with its boundaries made of stone railings, that end in a space to your left, marking the start of some stairs going down.
You go, ignoring the rain without a problem, which you now feel only as an occasional drop. And you find two options to go down: a hand ladder in front of you, and to your right, the stairs that begin. But, if you chose the latter, you would find that the descent ends after about 6 steps... and it cuts off. As if they had forgotten to continue the stairs.
Looking from the edge, the drop looks huge. Imposing. There is grass down there, surely with mud, but it doesn't take away that it is a big fall. About 2 meters and coins, for Cece it would look quite high, I imagine
You go down, by whichever ladder you prefer. And you end up in an inner garden where the sweet scent of wet earth reigns. It looks more cared for than the other one, and still quite large. The grass is perfectly trimmed, and the night is lit up to clarity by streetlamps, like the one in the center, behind a wooden bench, and by wall lamps, like the one right next to the hand ladder that goes back up to the high ground from before.
You look I'll do the POV from in front of the hand ladder and to your immediate left there are two sculpted pillars, smooth, that shelter a door. But if you tried to open it, you would find it is locked.
In the middle of the place, there are two benches in parallel, both wooden, typical garden style, around a cut trunk of good circumference, which acts as a possible table. Behind that bench that faces you - meaning the one you would have to turn around to sit on - is the mentioned streetlamp. It is tall, and gives good light for a change, not escaping the constant swarm of various insects addicted to the light, which orbit it at full speed, and crash into the glass. Some die, from hitting so hard that they get stuck to what they desire and never reach it.
A few meters behind that lamp, there is also a well. A well like any other. Made to draw water. Since it has no built-in roof, it is sheltered from rain and leaves with a round wooden lid that is now on. You could take it off and drink from there, if you were still thirsty and didn't mind that the clean water mixes with the rainwater.
Or make a wish. But you don't have a coin.
You never have a coin.
Further to the left, from the well, there is a concave space in the wall. If you got closer, you would see that this is a place for a door. And that your view was blocking it from where you were, because behind the well there were two vases like the ones you already saw in the room before and near the cat.
Similarly, if you tried to go through this other door... it opens. And lets you enter a hallway with high walls and no roof, well lit, and of an appearance as ancient as the undecorated hallway of today. There is nothing in front, more than the feeling that it is spacious, capable of holding at least two of you lying down from the wall you have in front to the door. To your left, the hallway extends for a while, a few meters... it's strange, the lack of a roof feels like exposure. At the end of the hallway, some steps go down and lead to a more open area, perhaps too much so. To your left, you see trees and wild vegetation that separates from your castle only by a stone railing that barely reaches your knees.
It overlooks the forest. To the unknown. Despite how well-lit this area is, everything out there is darkness... why isn't there a wall as high as all the ones you've seen so far?
If you ignore it, giving the forest its profile and facing forward, you'd see a huge gate. The kind from movies, capable of reminding you, if you hadn't already considered it, that you were in a castle. Passing seems impossible, unless you found the mechanism, or had super strength. It only leaves you with that to your right, the wall parallel to the forest, with another door, between two marble mermaid statues... that was the indicator.
Notes from a virtuoso reverberate through the great room. It's a piano that pierces you, oscillating between beauty and violence with its constant high-pitched arrangements and those jumps between keys that find a synchronization in chaos.
To your left, right beside you, stands a featureless mannequin, with nothing. You only know its chest seems masculine, and that it stands on the same floor composed of tiles with rhomboid patterns in brown, black, and white as you.
To your right, there's a harp, a huge harp. And it's no exaggeration. It's taller than two cars stacked up. And as long as a car if you count from its start to its end. Next to the harp was a small seat, which underneath also had a case. Someone was playing this somehow.
And before you, the room smelling of oil and turpentine stretched long and wide, and looked like a proper art gallery. Despite having few paintings, they were striking, all oils, with their own plaque to name the painting.
In the center of the room, worth noting, there was a table, with chairs. It felt out of place, same as, or perhaps less than, the sideboard that was right behind it...
Something shone on the table. Like flickering to call attention.
You can walk a bit; if you looked at the paintings on the walls, you'd find that the inspirations are somewhat... childish, and the results, a bit twisted.
You see a girl, blonde with blue clothes, portrayed with golden hair, and, among the few brushstrokes dedicated to her face, with horror. Running.
Goldilocks
It says on the plaque.
Parallel to it, on the right wall as seen from the entrance, another blonde girl falls into the darkness, with nothing to help her, although her hand begs for aid toward the sky. She wears blue and white, with a ribbon in her hair.
Alice in Wonderland
Right next to the painting of Alice, there's another one, more raw. Dark, one would say. No colors other than white and black, but they aren't needed to understand that from her empty eyes, those brushstrokes represent a vital red.
Donkeyskin
That's what it's called, and it matches the skin she wears, donkey leather used like you use your cap. The head doesn't lose its three-dimensionality. Giving it perhaps the appearance of a macabre costume.
However, it's the last painting, the one facing this one on the other wall, the most striking. Because it's unmistakable.
That decadent skin, those eyes that don't seem like eyes, the teeth that can't decide what shape to take. It's like recognizing the coldest killer through a composite sketch. You can almost smell the rot through the painting...
Wolf?
3/4 Kek I hope these exploration shifts aren't bothering you too much
Once you left the paintings, if they even interested you, and turned to the other end of the entrance, where the grand gallery ends, you would find the source of the music.
Playing with his hands, but living the music through movements of his entire body. You see this man in a wine-colored suit in profile, playing with his eyes closed, his face twisted in pain. Screaming without words, through the piano, his shoulder-length hair dancing with his thrashes, which are almost headbutts.
On that bench and that carpet, he was better than Liberace. The dull sobbing had returned as a fine, emotive melody, painful and elegant. You are before art. And if this man isn't Cosimo, who else could it be.
He doesn't hear you, nor does he look at you; he is immersed in the music, in the feeling. You can look past him, and see that in front of him there is a figure under a blanket. Another mannequin enjoying the song, perhaps.
But what was more interesting was what he had to his left, closer to the wall; a large blank canvas blocked your view. You had to get closer to find what hasn't been captured in the white yet...
As you approach, what was behind begins to take shape. Wooden corners, wooden corners holding glass; it's a display case, a display case on a small pedestal, a large display case that inside has...
A bat with-
Napoleon! It's Napoleon.
But there's a problem, as simple as it is huge... you see that the glass has space for a key.
4/4
Now yes, I'm so sorry for the kek. Hope you don't get sick of the scene descriptions.
Whew. That was a trip kek sorry for going on so long. But anyway. I wanted to clarify something. Here: >>1828 With the research dice you rolled, which was pretty good, you would have surely found something even in other rooms without special items, like a healing item or something, but that doesn't fit in Letizia's room because literally there's nothing at all. We could say it worked for you to find... that there is indeed nothing kek That's all. Probably going on hiatus for studies in the next days, or at most I'll respond sporadically, sometimes I feel like writing a lot kek >attached Cece cursed
>>1792 Ok, I've started Oracle of Seasons as I told you. And honestly... I'm enjoying it a lot! And when I say a lot, I mean a lot. Guess who has cleared 5 dungeons in 3 days. That's right. Well, partial impressions, if there are 8 in total I'm officially past the halfway point... Honestly, the game hooks you from the start. Making Din a nomadic dancer is a very unique idea, but beyond that, the initial interaction is quite sweet with her worrying about you, inviting you to dance... And she's very pretty! Kek, she feels close in a way that could be hard with someone royal like Zelda I'm looking at you, Zelda from TP, and seriously you want to save her when everything goes to hell.
As for the game itself, it's fun. The combat feels good in a strange way, theoretically it's the same as ALTTP, but I found it more satisfying, I don't know if the hit feedback is more pleasant, or what. But it works better.
The dungeons, I won't lie to you. The first and second were paperwork, fun and simple, obviously to get into the game's frequency, it's the 3rd that changes everything... For the worse! kek. In that one I didn't know where to go, normal, I don't mind, I have patience. But the problem is it made me walk everywhere... And the puzzles are back to their place! It wouldn't be a problem either, but I had to push the vases sooo slowly so many times to open a door, with Link doing his "hnnng" animation and it got very heavy because you ended up taking forever kek that feather was kinda ugly too. Sometimes the jumps fail a lot, I press the button and it goes past the platform! But little details. I have a somewhat funny anecdote that in one part there's a button that makes the floor explode, like before there was a similar area in a cave where you had to pass quickly with the Pegasus Seed, I used it there but I fell a lot of times until I gave up. Later I found the feather and it was "...ah."
Anyway, the hardest one for me was the fourth, although in its defense it's my fault, I forgot there was an area with vases to push that gave me a key and I thought I was softlocked kuek. I had to walk everywhere because I'm a noob until I found it again, and I passed it once because in the previous dungeon you could only move the purple vases and these were brown. Then I went back, tried it and I could reach the boss. Oh, also that mini-boss was a pain, it was very obvious the mage was making illusions, but he killed me 3 times before I noticed that the shadow is what reveals the real one. The problem isn't that he killed me, but the way back was sooo long kuek Aside from that, all the main bosses were easy. The first one killed me once, a little horned dragon, but only because I was hitting it and throwing bombs without doing any damage (and I entered with low health). On the second try I hit its horn and it was just spamming facazos and I liquidated it kek. The second one, a triceratops or something like that, was super easy; it was obvious you had to throw it into the spikes. The moth (backrooms reference...) of the third one I also killed on the first try; it was just dodging and beating it to death.
The fourth dungeon boss did kill me twice kek. That crab. The first time because it grabbed me with its claw and gave me a huge stunlock; I thought the way it grabs Link and slams him against the ground was very kekeante, it's funny, but having to walk all the way back to fight it again isn't funny. On the second try I broke its claw and it killed me after because I couldn't find a way to damage it in its second phase. I couldn't find the hitbox. Only on the third try did I realize I could hurt it with the slingshot, and then I won, although it was still weird; the hits only registered sometimes.
The fifth dungeon was my favorite. It's a total change after the other two; it's not cryptic, all the items you already have work super well, and the level design reaches its peak with quite ingenious things. The magnet hand is super fun, so far the best, and the path to the dungeon itself was cool too. Quality. I finished it and stopped, but I'm liking it, if that's not obvious.
Now, since I haven't finished it yet, I can't give opinions; I just wanted to share my experience so far, so you see I didn't ignore it, I just postponed it a little kek. That said... Maple disappointed me! Before playing the game I already knew her; she always seemed very pretty to me, but I only met her once well, actually a few times, but I dodged all of them except one because I keep moving forward and she takes a while to appear kek and it was pretty anticlimactic. It doesn't take away from how beautiful she is.
My current state... Excited! I hope the following dungeons live up to this last one, and I'm very interested in seeing how the vibe with the ages will be once I finish this. The relationship, etcetera, etcetera.
You can ask specific questions if you want.
Ah! I remembered something. When I see the subrosian sprites... I know they're supposed to have two shiny eyes, but it looks like they have one giant eye like Sauron kek. Now you won't be able to unsee it!
>>1824 >>1825 >>1826 >Dementia The compliments to her soul make the caperuz grab her face and make little eyes with an open mouth in a wide smile... That shrinks when Merlinus and Sturlu endanger the fairy's compliment. But it's nothing, Dementia puts a hand on her hip and with the other shakes her bangs, and after sighing, her expression reflects calm, and the look she gives the fairy is anything but judgmental.
"Yeah, Ribbon. You said my soul seems pretty to you and I believe you. Yours is pretty too, I don't need to see it, I just know it"
Determination, that's your kind of "magic". It's what makes him come back from death, and also what made it easy for him to put out the fire with cloud water. The caperuz believes that if you want something very much, and you put a lot of effort into it, it just happens. It's not infallible, if it were, he wouldn't have just lost.
"Ouch..." She murmurs and lowers her face remembering. But it's stupid to feel pity for her defeat when around there is literally people who died. People who can't come back, like the dwarf.
(The queen came back... But only for a while, and as a ghost. I don't know if that counts)
She has a lot to do, starting by delegating. Ribbon has doubts, but the caperuz whispers to her:
"You're the only one in the group who knows how to use, you know, the right words"
Merlinus doesn't seem very good with words and Sturlu straight-up invents them. With a little hand on the small shoulder of the baby, Dementia wants to make her understand that she sees her as her diplomat, her voice of reason.
Ribbon goes, and to Merlinus and Sturlu, Dementia sends them to gather. The prince's complaint makes her roll her eyes and stretch her face with her palm.
"And how do you know it's stealing! Have you stolen a lot, haven't you?!" She leans in with narrowed eyes and throws the accusation back at him. "And if you don't like my methods, well, come on, stop me, I dare you!"
She points at him with a finger and sticks out her tongue, because pointing with Cariñitos would be too much to deal with a child. Immediately Dementia turns her back to continue with her business. There is no rainbow, because at this moment the caperuz doesn't have the mood for the color It was my mistake, we can ignore this. Unless, of course, the Leprechaun's secondary mission excites you a lot. With long, firm strides, as if seeking to take it out on the earth, the legend's girl carves her path. She glances over her shoulder, sees the prince following her, shakes her head, and turns her gaze forward. Dementia reaches the blacksmith's shop, where Ribbon finds her and joins her.
When the woodcutter's hand roughly shoves Ribbon aside, the prince is the first to leap and defend the fairy. Dementia, on the other hand, remains strangely calm. Her eyes fixed on the bearded man's, and Cariñitos' head resting on the ground. Merlinus appears with a new staff and a carriage, but Dementia doesn't take her eyes off Rumbar.
"For what happened..."
She begins to speak.
"You have permission to be an idiot. But not with Ribbon or the little prince. Take it out on me. It's fair to be a jerk to someone capable of hitting you back."
She inhales and exhales.
"And with Starlo."
She grips the axe handle.
"Maybe you'll blame me for what happened, that I brought the bad luck with my arrival, that I should have been more present. Maybe... you're right."
She bites her lip.
"I'm angry at myself! That's why my cuts are so strong, because I'm full of rage!" She exclaims and stomps forward powerfully. The village trembles for about ten seconds.
She eases the pressure of her teeth, steps back, and looks at the ground.
"But I can't let despair consume me. I have to train, become stronger so I never fail again... And I wish you would too, so that when the day comes, you'll be one of those who help me defeat Starlo."
She lifts Cariñitos, holds him with both hands, and places him in front. The face and the gaze of the cap are divided by the metal. The determination she spoke of earlier burns in her eyes, but this time with a somber light.
"Or fight me now, because I recognize when someone's anger is about to overflow... But if you do that, if you're tired, if you want to use your axe and end it all..."
>>1834 >Dementia Well, what starts well ends well. Time to continue the adventure.
"I can try to hunt for food, but I don't know, enemies usually turn into dust... I have no idea where the meat comes from in this place," she comments while scratching her temple with a finger. "Wait... I think we're missing something... Something very, very important. What could it be?"
She places her hand under her chin and murmurs to herself.
That something she's missing is...
The diaper! She still hasn't changed it.
But Sturlu is also missing. She notices the absence right after the blue prince runs away.
"What's beautiful is also crazy," she says into the air without thinking much. Her gaze travels to Merlinus. "Can you look for Sturlu? I'm worried. Make sure he's okay"
The mage is surely about to turn around to comply, but Dementia stops him with her voice.
"Hey, Merlinus... I know you don't care about what I think of you, but you're very helpful. Thanks"
She accompanies Ribbon to a nearby stream. On the walk to the shore, they chat a bit.
"What will we use to collect the water?" she asks while grabbing the inventory bag and putting her hand deep inside, feeling around, maybe something slipped out that could be useful for collecting liquid. While checking, she looks sideways at Ribbon and continues the conversation. "I wasn't even qualified for this... 'Odyssey...' Did I say that right? I mean, I'm not even old enough to get married. There's still like three years left, a lot! But here we are... And I'm glad to have you as a companion"
Regarding the stone, the next target seems to be Midland. But Ribbon's overwhelming excitement clashes with the reflective seriousness of the cap.
" Don't worry about the mount, we'll figure it out... But first, I'd like to return to the fairy village. I realized the obvious, and it's that they're very unprotected. We should do something about it, don't you think? Prepare them to defend themselves if necessary"
Maybe it's useless, or a silly idea, or a waste of time. But Dementia is incapable of not worrying about the people she leaves behind.
"But if you really want to go to Midland... You'll have to take a bath first!"
The cap removes the cloth that gives her her name and throws it over the branches of a nearby tree. She does the same with the dress she's wearing underneath, kicks off her boots, and also gets rid of her underwear.
The shine of the sun reflects off the skin of the legendary heroine! Covering any modest areas with its reflections. She steps into the stream backwards and gestures to the fairy to join her. Once she's close enough, she splashes water on the fairy's face.
>>1828 >>1829 >>1830 >Cece Red eyes floating in the thick darkness. Cece holds their gaze, her small nose wrinkled in concentration. She wants to know if what she's seeing is real. Maybe Letizia really is a demon, or a vampire, or maybe demons are growing inside her, in her brain, like worms, mocking her and making her hallucinate.
(If I'm really crazy, one day I'll wake up and be like Amelie. I don't want that)
The alternative, that the monsters are real, isn't ideal either.
She moves through the mansion. Every corner seems to possess a different opacity. The portraits of her new father are a plague, like cockroaches were at the orphanage. The walk leads her to a kind of laboratory or something, the measuring tubes give it away.
(Re-Animator. 1985)
Except there's no mad scientist in sight, nor a severed head on the table. Beyond the reference that came to her mind, Cece can't name any of the beakers or instruments.
(Napoleon isn't here)
That thought spurs her on. She continues through the door.
The scene opens up. It's the outside again.
She hesitates to go out, the last time she was outside she peed herself, an experience that could embarrass anyone. She takes a deep breath through her nose and blows out through her mouth. She goes out and takes the stairs. But that path suddenly cuts off. She looks into the void with a grimace, almost as if the abyss owed her money. Dissatisfied, she shakes her head and steps back, being careful with her steps.
She goes down the complete stairs.
A garden, and pillars guarding locked doors. Cece sticks her pinky finger into the locks, but all she manages is to bruise her finger. She puts her pinky finger in her mouth and soothes it with licks. She turns, and her eyes fall on the well. She stares at it for a full minute.
(Ringu. 1998)
She moves forward.
She finds vases, and another door. The lack of a roof makes her look up with distrust, almost as if expecting an eagle to dive-bomb and snatch her away.
(I'm glad they adopted me. The others aren't as tough, they couldn't handle it)
The sight of the forest would make them run. She also wants to get away, but she can't. She's Roja, and she must find her bat everywhere.
>>1836 >>1831 >Cece The marble sirens give way to the art room, inside, among the pieces, the restless echoes of a piano stir. Cece invades the room with long, cautious steps, keeping her arms away from her body. She looks at the mannequin with distrust, judging it every few steps to make sure it isn't following her.
Cece's aquamarine gaze sweeps over the instruments and paintings.
"Alicia..." she murmurs upon seeing the blonde girl falling into the gloom. She extends her hands, her fingers tracing a descending line over the oil painting. "But not the Alicia I know."
And after the donkey, appears...
The wolf.
Cece's breath catches. She steps back, only stopping when she realizes it's just a painting. Even so, the sight made her sweat. She takes a deep breath, forces herself to walk until her face is half a meter from the animal. She lifts her right foot and plants the wet sole as high as she can (almost above her head), imprinting the mark of her sneaker.
She lowers her leg and takes a couple of steps back. She shakes her head and continues exploring the gallery. She stops again upon glimpsing the man at the piano. An adult, apparently drowned in his music.
Cece, in complete silence, skirts around him to keep going, and it's then that the room reveals the display case with Napoleon trapped inside. Cece almost lets out a gasp, but she holds it in her hands and checks if the pianist noticed.
Still on tiptoe, she speeds up until she can touch the display case, shaking it, looking for a way to open it and thus be able to get the bat. If she couldn't find it, Cece would do something drastic. She would look for one of those fragile vases that seem to plague the mansion, or something to throw to break the glass.
Her breathing quickens during the search. Having Napoleon so close yet so far is maddening.
>>1833 >The initial interaction is quite cute with how she worries about you, how she invites you to dance... And she's very pretty! She looks like a Gerudo, or do all Gerudo look like Din?
>Zelda from TP It's just that in that game Midna is the star. A question capable of leading two kingdoms to war: Which do you prefer? Imp Midna or True form Midna? I have my answer clear, I'll leave it in spoiler: Imp Midna all the way, kek. Nintendo created a genre with her.
Your impressions are making me want to play it again. But I can't, the backlog! the backlog!
>Maple disappointed me It's recommended to bump into her. Not only do your rupees scatter, but hers do too, so you can steal from her, kek. The little monkey only appeared in the Oracles as far as I know, and those games are simple and charming in terms of narrative, the characters themselves don't do much and the impression they leave is what matters. Surely many children liked her attitude, they grew up, started drawing her, and that's how her fame was consolidated.
You'll have to wait for them to remake the Oracles to, perhaps, get a bit more interaction with her.
>I know they're supposed to have two bright eyes, but it looks like they have a single giant eye like Sauron, kek. Now you won't be able to unsee it! Noooooo, you ruined one of my favorite races, I hate you!
Kuek.
As a counter, I'll let you know that Saria probably turned into one of those ugly, dwarf Koroks that players bully in the new Zeldas. Speaking of which, in the movie it looks like the Kokiri will return. I hope they reappear in the games too, the Koroks are starting to get boring.
Do you know which Zeldas I have pending? The DS ones. I feel like downloading an emulator and giving them a try.
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