(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!
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.
>Ribbon "That must be..."
Going to open it...
https://youtu.be/69AyYUJUBTg?si=WpRhJTIylDQ0TzPP▶ 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!"
Sturlu: (level 3) 20% EXP HP: 6/8 DT: 8/8 -stun: scares the enemy (2 DT) -weird touch: unsettles the enemy (2 DT) -hei: low dark damage (3 DT)
ATT: 90 DEF: 50
Status: STUNNED! (cannot attack for one turn)
https://youtu.be/GPL5Hkl11IQ?si=JvC7N_CU_JiuPiu8▶ 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...
My favorite is still: https://youtu.be/ea7VkwmfSeM?si=FamYlYCYu85C7wlp▶ >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.
"HAHAHAHA!"
https://youtu.be/u2Jj9H1Q9As?si=OYu4PWuueAPHjGT8▶ >[I'm sorry] Jumpscare alert at the start kek https://youtu.be/ZyNkuuVosVs?si=p7QdeY05oMe2RaeC▶ 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.
I'll assume you granted mercy kek
>[MERCY] >[SPARE♡]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U_97FYUvXmg▶ >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.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2B5pYouCJs▶ >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!)
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...)
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 nowhere. You are sitting under a weak but insistent rain, which beyond seems dissonant and violent, like a veil of large drops. You fall, the mud is almost liquid from so much water it has received. Unpleasant, and yet, the least of your problems.
You don't know for sure what happened. Alicia leaves you amidst laughter, and you return to the bench, where the rain barely brushes you, for a necessary moment. You check. You are fine, luckily. Nothing bad has been done to you, you have no wounds. But you are still lost.
You open that bag, the rejected cape is still there. You take it, they wouldn't miss it, and you put it on. It fits you perfectly, as if it were made for you. The water now hits and slides off the red after you decide to approach the objects left behind.
A simple flashlight, which fits nicely in your chest pocket, a very portable red radio, no bigger than your hand, and a strange sphere the size of a large marble, it seems to be made of glass, as it is transparent, but it is completely silver, to the point that it seems it should be opaque. However, it holds a golden liquid inside, which moves acting as such, always staying at the bottom if you decide to inspect it.
But the new objects obtained had little good for you compared to what was lost. You run to look for it, under the bench, among the hedges and in the rain. Of course, its absence extends throughout the search, which only makes you desperate. The hardest part is accepting that it's really not there.
You give up, and go where the hedges end and the arch begins. The muddy path in the darkness, which only thanks to your flashlight you can see. Dracula's castle seems the only option. You venture into the unknown.
https://youtu.be/gYgNB2CL71A?si=JNavXyZ7X3zXraIg▶ Your steps sound like footsteps in a puddle. You venture in like the only light in a forest, a muddy path straight as a sword, dark as death. The flashlight's beam struggles with the blackness, but seems weak. The darkness surrounds it, and it looks around almost like particles constantly trying to penetrate the little security it 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 on purpose. Sometimes managing to make some raindrops, which already seemed to have worsened, hit your cheek forcefully.
Looking away to avoid it is to face darkness. You can only see what the flashlight touches, usually an extensive muddy path, which feels dark even under the beam of light, whose end you cannot see, and is constantly harassed, like you, by trees stuck to each other, probably until the end. Seeing those trees doesn't seem to make much sense, if you looked to the left, you would find nothing but emptiness. Dark silhouettes of more trees hidden in the gloom and little else.
https://youtu.be/WWoML_PWNG0?si=bw4ro_sqcJswL8PO▶ A strident noise sounds from too close. It's like scraping stone with stone, or maybe it's more like a very damaged phone ringing. Whatever it was, it was there. Looking around, it's no use. No. It's coming from closer... from you. It's the radio. Apparently it was on and broken. As you process this, you hear another sound. This one, yes, more distant, like a splashing, too similar to the one you made while walking. It's clear, no illusion, you hear it over the rain and it's coming from your right. If you turn your head, after passing some trees, your flashlight would shine between two trunks two circles of intense green. Attached to the head of a huge wolf.
https://youtu.be/AnjB9-452WQ?si=96NsZIRKc1cVThO5▶ The beast doesn't take long to emerge from its hiding place, walking normally. It's so big it looks like a bear, maybe more. It doesn't stop moving, nor looking at you while keeping its distance, stalking you. Marking the diameter, around you with steps that seem millimeter-perfect. It advances with a certain grace, as if wanting to appear elegant with every movement.
It's just a wolf. One might say. But something about its face didn't fit, maybe the position of its completely empty eyes, the strange lines on its nose, maybe the ears that seem to move on their own from time to time. Vibrating as they are kissed by the rain.
One could say something about its face was... out of order.
And making that circular path, it slowly approached. Until you had it at your side.
>Wolf "Ohh... Little Red Riding Hood? What are you doing here...?"
Again, it wasn't your imagination. It clearly spoke to you, despite not moving its jaws. You felt the sound coming from its direction, its deep voice, from a mouth filled with air, like a cave you could enter and disappear into.
"Are you lost...?"
It asked, walking, trying to position itself behind you. Its height made its head, which encompassed what your head and chest combined, orbit around you... at least until it lowered it, coming to your level. Its breath is dense. You feel the air entering and leaving its nose, violently snatched and repelled with natural force. Its eyes are on you, piercing, a hunter's gaze.
"Or where are you heading on this lonely night...?"
It asks, sniffing. It drools, and licks its lips. But it waits. It speaks to you, tries to make you relax. Being up close you see its fur threatening to fall off, as if its skin were melting, but it soon returns to its place, as if reassembling itself.
Kek, I ended up feeling sorry for Cece and Alicia. In the end, it's a what if if everything hadn't gone to shit.
Dementia: Say hello to my little friend, Starlo! Keksito. Not ironically, I could handle a firearm with mastery despite never having seen one. But well, the thing is, they don't exist.
>Imagine meeting a big-headed fairy. Surely you'd get used to it, but at first it would be hard to digest. I guess so, obviously. But with how Ribbon is, I see it more as a "low tier" apparition. That is, of course it's crazy, but I don't know if it's THAT impactful. I'd compare it to finding a Jackalope, kek, of course it's impressive, but Ribbon would be the most scared.
But what's done is done. Dementia lifts the piece of temple, deflecting the hammer with the impact even though it wasn't her plan. She takes the mushroom from her inventory and looks it in the eyes, maybe there's no consciousness in the fungus, but Dementia wants it to be the last thing the fungus sees. Without her fairy companion, the cap's violence goes out of control! She sinks her teeth into its face, pulls like a beast, and eats it.
(Now I'm going to grow... I'm sure that's exactly what it does!)
The ground is farther away, the ceiling slightly closer, her dress is tighter around her hips, and her backside gains weight. It feels good to be family-sized Dementia, though her dress had better have grown with her.
"Wa hah ha!" She laughs triumphantly as she catches Thor's fists. Only for her futile headbutts to erase her smug grin. (Why didn't you tell me beforeeeeee?) She scolds the narrator, because if she had known... Never mind, she would have fallen for the same thing.
She snaps out of her daze with a smack, spins, bounces off the floor, only to be lifted and hit again. Sparks fly inside her head before she kisses the ground for the second time. She feels blood running from her nose to her lips, and as she licks, she tastes the metallic tang. She's yanked by her cape and stood up again, the face the heroine reveals is unworthy of her legend, her bangs messy, her cheek swollen, one eye bloodshot and the other with a droopy eyelid, her nose smudged and runny, a string of saliva dripping from the corner of a broken lip. And even so...
"He... Hehe..."
She dares to laugh. A slow sound, where difficulty and confusion separate the syllables.
"You... You're starting... To an-"
Anger me.
The third blow silences her, the one that knocks out a tooth, the only reminder of the beating that magic forgets to heal. From outside her daze, darkness tames the god. The cap looks from the ground with narrowed eyes, until she's no longer distracted and spits the baby tooth that came loose into her palm, a tooth she stores in her inventory, being very careful not to cut herself in the process... She plans to give it to Ribbon.
(I think fairies like these things...)
She's dissociating, that's not a good sign. Her attitude might stem from a feeling of dissatisfaction and annoyance. She doesn't like the bad guy helping her win. She gets up. She sees the hammer rattling and starting its journey back to its owner...
It's very close. So close she could grab it. The cap moves her hand and, as if by a magic trick, pulls Cariñitos from her top hat (Inventory). Dementia didn't hesitate for a millisecond, she lifts the axe above her head with both hands and lets all her weight and frustration fall onto the hammer, sending it crashing to the ground.
"AAAAAAAAH!"
Axe blow 1d132 = 23
"NOOOOOOGH!"
Axe blow 1d132 = 56
"I LOST!"
Maybe not in the counts because Starlo was there, but that's the feeling she was left with, and consequently:
Hit! Hit! Hit! 1d132 = 107
She swings her arms until her muscles burn and sparks blind her, and even then she keeps striking, as if wanting to break through to the center of the world by pulverizing the layers with axe blows.
>and he approaches what I want to reach the most Sorry for taking so long. I hope I haven't killed the two roles. Also, I'm like Marie now. No, I don't have a tomboy girlfriend and I'm not a red-haired nerd, but they did tell me to wear glasses, kek.
>Dementia likes being the mommy It matches her future version.
>Chubby Cece That would be a contradiction, wouldn't it? She exercises, eats poorly, although of course, there's Chowder.
Wattpad? Fanfiction.net. I never got into Wattpad.
>but it makes me laugh that it's become common The most curious thing is that they were very well written for the quality one might expect from a fanfic.
>Is that Omegaverse thing? Yes.
>I recommend doing it in Spanish I always do. I shouldn't because reading in English helps improve fluency, but I really enjoy the Spanish language (This sentence sounds a bit weird, KEK). I learned to appreciate it a lot thanks to the poems of Ruben Darío, that guy was a genius, I recommend his "Prosas Profanas".
>I don't participate in roleplay elsewhere Me neither. In my day, I looked for roleplay forums, but they required more than getting a VISA.
>Jeff the hugger That name is scarier than Jeff the killer.
>Do you have any favorite creepypastas? 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 of creepypastas read in the same way I have for books, it would have helped me. I remember the old story conglomerates like SCP or The Holders better.
>Do you think that's still the trend? I guess? I haven't seen any new trends. Maybe it exists elsewhere like TikTok, but I don't use any of the "trendy" social media.
>chainmailchasers, Morley Grove, and the oldest view I didn't know any of that. You're more informed about that world than I am.
>and Angel Hare returns When Venezuela becomes a world power, I'll buy a plushie of her.
>Any in particular? Pale Moon came out of that, right? Also, Cara de Dios, even if it's not a typical greentext, or all the conspiracy theories from /x/, which aren't gt either but there are several like the one about Antarctica that are scary, or that fascinate me like the flat earth one. The latter is maximum kino-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 a crappy image of a flattened world, leaving aside the more extravagant and wild possibilities.
Sadly, Earth-chan is not flat and there are no islands with dinosaurs waiting beyond the poles.
>If it's to get it off your list, you could give it a chance but go in without expecting much Anime doesn't really appeal to me anymore, at least the new ones that come out, and at this point, the idea of following an eternal shonen like Naruto or Dragon Ball used to be also puts me off.
One series I decided to rewatch was Avatar. I already knew it was good, and I know the plots almost by heart, but it still surprises me how well-made it is and its interactions. It's a joy to rewatch it and reconnect with Aang and the gang. >You seem more into the scene. Not really, or I don't know, maybe I am and I haven't realized it, kek. It's like when they tell you you're a geek about something and you think you're just a superficial connoisseur.
>Raimi's? Or Spider-Verse's? The MCU ones. Although my favorites are Raimi's first two.
>Are they good? The Deadpool ones are okay, nothing more.
>I heard it's pretty edgy, kekcito I haven't read it either, I saw a summary and yes, it's edgy to the max because the author hated superheroes. It's also quite ridiculous.
It seems crazy to me. If I have kids, it will be when I decide. I mentioned it because I've seen many colleagues dedicate their lives to fatherhood 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 live the life they had before the offspring but leave all the care to the grandmother because, oh surprise, they weren't ready or didn't want kids in the first place.
>Sometimes we're just down, the best thing then is to give yourself a little time until you feel better. Hope that makes sense, kek. It does. Thanks.
>Or did it pique your curiosity because they compare it to Breaking Bad? I saw it mentioned and they said it was good, so I decided to give it a try. The same thing happened to me with The Sopranos, although I dropped it at the beginning of the second season, maybe I'll pick it up later.
>many arguments were based on it having many (I quote) "niggers", kek Breaking Bad and The Wire are incomparable. They have a totally different environmental and dramatic tone, each is its own thing and should be enjoyed as such. Otherwise, it would be like comparing Mario 64 to Ocarina of Time.
I really liked The Wire, it's almost documentary-like in how they show life in Baltimore and the systems that compose it: police, criminal, working class, student, political, etc. My favorite season (and the toughest) is the fourth, and the one I liked the least (both for what it proposes and how it executes it) is the final one. Still, as a series, I recommend it. And yes, it has blacks all over the place.
>Is it over for this franchise? It will depend on how much it sold.
>Do you know Dwarf Fortress or Rimworld? I never bothered to learn Dwarf Fortress, and I have Rimworld pending. I don't know if I like complex games, but I do like it when there's a system that requires mastery, for example, the technology in Arcanum, it's a hassle, and in fact, it's not efficient at all, kek, with a magic build you destroy everyone. But there's something mystical about finding the blueprints and parts to assemble your arsenal, even if it's less efficient than first-level necromancy (There's literally an initial spell from the necromancy school that can kill almost everything in the game).
>I'll send you Super 8 by mail and you can watch it, kek. Speaking of weird movies, I recommend Valerie and Her Week of Wonders, it's one of the lighter ones in surrealist cinema. I tried watching Jodorowsky's films because of all the hype around his Dune version and his excellent contribution with the Metal Hurlant, and I ended up like Krusty the Clown in The Simpsons when he sees "Obrero y Parásito", kek.
>would you say this ugly normalfag meme is correct? kek Quite. That's why I dropped 11/22/63.
>>1778 >Sorry for taking so long. I hope I didn't kill the two roles Don't worry! Not at all, it's just that I was inactive due to travel and a bit because of a super long shift I had. I'll try to reply today and we'll get back to normal. Everything else meta after the turn, this is just to show I'm still alive kek
>Also, I'm like Marie now. No, I'm not a redhead nerd with a tomboy girlfriend, but they did make me wear glasses, kek. Little kek. More stylish every day, OP. You'll get your tomboy girlfriend soon and a big-assed Russian girl to cuck her you're officially an honorary Marie. Because we already know glasses = Marie kek
>>1776 >Cece Refined, educated, elegant. As Alicia explains and looks at her companion, she finds her index finger digging in her small nose, pulling out a booger which she then plants on the windowpane.
"Teach me what?" She asks with listless eyes, which roll when Alicia insists she's dumb for not grasping everything the first time. "If you're dumb then all the boys in the orphanage are mentally retarded... Including me. Have more self-worth, Alicia."
You place your hands on your knees and squeeze them, it's either that or shake Alicia by her dress to stop her from being so much like herself. But not everything about the blonde's attitude is pathetic; sometimes, when she dreams of better places, Cece can close her little eyes and dream too.
However...
(I wish I hadn't dreamed so much)
That's what Cece thinks as she wakes up, shaken by a dark storm. She pulls her hood tighter, the fabric arch forming a curtain of rain. She advances through the unknown with the lantern lit on her chest, being very careful where she steps, not wanting to put her foot in a hole and break her leg.
(This darkness is... Strange)
She doesn't know how to explain it; it reminds her of when she was little (Even smaller), and had to get up at night to pee. The gloom of the hallways possessed an oppressive magic, a secret energy that pushed her little self to run, as if something bad were chasing her. This forest reminds her of that nostalgic urgency, only this time Cece remains firm and cautious.
She's not sure if there's a switch to turn on the light at the end of the path.
A screech makes her jump. Her head whips around, until it falls on the culprit, the radio. She frowns and grits her teeth, she'd throw the contraption away if it didn't silence and freeze the appearance of the wolf. As the creature advances, Cece retreats. She quickly puts the radio away, because otherwise it was going to jump out of her nervous fingers. Cece tries to remember the documentaries about what to do if you encounter an animal. Make yourself big? Play dead? Climb a tree? Scream very loudly? She can't put any into practice; first, she doubts they'd work, second, she always saw them as stupid tactics, third, out of instinct and automatic reaction, she's trying hard not to turn her back on the creature. It's like a dance, face to face, although what Cece wants most now is to stop seeing it.
"Wo-? Ack, uck, argh"
Her mouth opens and closes, the syllables get stuck in her throat to the point that she has to raise her hand to her throat. Roja is pale under the shadow of the hood.
"A-a-a-are you the devil?"
A common character in movies, an absolute enemy, a treacherous ally. Cece was never very up-to-date with catechism, but when an incongruity occurs in the world, everyone does what's necessary to fit it into their reality as best they can.
"A-are you...? Are you here to offer a deal?"
She swallows. Out of the corner of her eye, she tries to locate the path she was following, and moving sideways like a crab, she tries to position herself in the middle of the trail.
"I don't want any deals. G-go away! Because if you are the devil, if you are real... There's also the old man on high."
As she speaks, the hood would try to create distance and, if she saw an opportunity, she 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 as spongy as a cloud
(Or a marshmallow!)
Whatever that was. And its flavor, well, it tastes like mushroom, very similar to a button mushroom but with a certain sweet touch like a carrot would give you. It's not entirely pleasant, but you feel the power from the moment you swallow it, a tingling that grows with you and makes you a big girl capable of headbutting Asgard.
However, your forehead pierces the form of the god, made of an element, which this time you couldn't hurt due to your low dice.
Obtained: large fang -large fang: it once belonged to some legendary being, but it wasn't even permanent so it fell off. It looks 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, for it will always return to Thor... but you swat it aside, Sweetie manifests in your hand out of thin air and you raise it to show the hammer what a hammer blow is.
(And when Thor called 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! Sweetie crushed the hammer, stopping its flight and burying it in the ground. The thunder god frowns as your blows increase in quantity and speed, sparks rain down like a fireworks festival that shines until it blinds.
Your screams reverberate like the clang of steel that vibrated under your blows as constantly as to melt the noise into a high, sustained note. The crackling creates a cloud of blinding glare, and your arms, toned by the pure desire for destruction, emanate a perceptible heat in the very air.
(And Little Red Riding Hood struck, and struck, and as her desires were stronger than the world itself...!)
CRACK
>Thor "?!"
>Starlo "..."
POOW The rock yielded, its unbreakable structure parting around the hammer like a crater. The unknown metal outside of Asgard, worked by the two most skilled dwarves, was no different. His body saw the lightning's shape mimicked by a crack that covered it, weakening it.
(When Little Red Riding Hood stopped, Mjolnir no longer moved.)
And thunder rumbled beside him. To one side, a lightning bolt ascended. And Thor beyond the sky was lost.
>Thor escaped successfully!
Once the blue electric pillar vanished, behind it the other enemy was seen standing once more, shaking his head.
>Starlo "You wasted the ideal opportunity to eliminate him, don't you think?" -Yes? No?- "but the triumph is ostensible and consummated thanks to our ephemeral duet... Enough, almost, to inspire in me 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!)
"Nevertheless, the keyword is almost."
He quickly flips his thumb as if to toss a coin, the stone jumps forming an arc trajectory, and is caught in the villain's snap, who lowers his head.
(Oh no!, That wasn't supposed to happen!)
"I can feel it..."
The mage grows a bit out of nowhere, ending up slightly below your new height, but clearly above normal Dementia.
"I see everything..."
The new power manifests in his being as color. A celestial aura surrounds him as the grayscale is painted with intense reds and blues that give the mage more life.
"The power of space..."
Light blue portals open uncontrollably in the air, across the entire grand room. Doors anywhere and everywhere, beyond imagination.
"I can control it..."
He looks up with his eyes adorned with a red laser-like light. His words, almost too impulsive for the reserved demon you had known until now, make sense when he snaps his fingers in your direction... and a portal advances and engulfs you.
>>1777 The portal opens the very next instant, changing your world completely. You are now face-down, looking at the ground from about 20 meters in the sky. You fall fast, crashing onto the ground outside the temple, a few steps from the stairs you climbed up the mountain. You are not affected in the slightest; 20 meters is a small fall, something you could jump from with your little legs without a problem.
What could hurt, however, was reality: you lost. And the sound coming from the sky, the same one you heard from all the portals Starlo opened, indicated you would soon have to give explanations.
POW!
Merlinus falls about two meters behind you in the Yamcha pose. His little hand flutters like a crushed insect's, his fragility played very much against him.
>Merlinus "I feel... something..." -OMG!- "pain..." -ah...-
PAF
On the grass, Sturlu falls face-down. In his compressed, out-of-combat form, with his arms positioned in opposite directions like those Chinese toy monkeys the ones that hook onto each other
>Ribbon "WAAAAAHHHH!"
The last to fall is the one who would probably take the impact the worst. Ribbon, tiny, soft... and with a longer fall due to her size... but she saves herself halfway, when her little wings respond by reflex and leave her suspended in the air, without her stopping screaming.
"AAAHHH!"
It takes her a couple of seconds, or until you tell her, to notice the stillness and open her eyes to find herself flying. She feels a little embarrassed, but it passes with a startle that makes her hurry her flight towards you like a diving bird of prey.
"Dementiaaaa!" -she exclaims- "What happened?! I was so scared! I-I heard very loud noises and wanted to go help you but I couldn't open the door! A-and Merlinus wouldn't help me."
>Merlinus "I was following orders..."
>Ribbon "See?! A-and then, that weird portal a-!" -she pauses with her eyes wide open and the curiosity of someone noticing something- "And Sturlu?" -she looks around quickly, spots him- gasp "Sturlu!"
She flies to the knocked-out one, orbits him worriedly, fast, looking at him from various angles.
"What happened?!"
>??? pantpant
(What is that sound?) At the start of the stairs, a big head peeks out. An albino child, wearing a pot helmet. You know him well, say hello, The Prince Charming, exhausted, but it's him in person!
>Prince Charming "Ow... ow..."
He clutches his chest and plants his wooden sword, a new weapon, on the ground to stay standing. He's sweating a lot, breathing with difficulty, his energy is like the poles, absolute zero.
"A...a..." -he tries to speak, but his gasps make it difficult, he raises a hand asking for a second-
He forces himself to straighten up, takes his hand off his chest, but continues to gasp with one eye closed.
"Little Red Riding Hood...!" -he forces his voice to get that out of his throat while pointing the sword at you with enough fatigue that his movement looks like that of a drunkard- "I..." -he gets tired, he finishes lowering his upper body and putting his hands on his knees- pant "Found you!" -he brings his hand to his chest again-
>Ribbon "A-are you okay...?"
>Prince Charming "Too many... stairs..."
Meaning... More or less.
"But...!"
He straightens up again, panting.
"I came... to stop you...!"
>Ribbon growl of discomfort
It probably wasn't the best time for Prince Charming to come bothering him. But it's not something the little one would think.
>Prince Charming "For destroying... the village..." gasp "fight me, Little Red Riding Hood...!"
>Merlinus "Fight...? I must... help..." -he tries to get up, but he'll probably need 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 fights start automatically when there's some hostility with the enemy.
The temple is finally finished! Now, let's carry out chapter 3 that I was so looking forward tothis part is more like a 2.5, it won't last long. We're back!
>Matches her future self. It's true. Though in a different way kek Speaking of which, did you see Rosalina's appearance in the new movie? I was a little disappointed, she looks a bit too much like Peach and didn't seem that tall...
>That would be a contradiction, wouldn't it?
Well yes, it's already established that she's skinny. But she had that pickaxe handy and it looked good kek
>She exercises, eats poorly, although of course, there's Chowder.
Outside of Cece, Chowder might be the only one who doesn't turn his nose up at the garbage they eat, so he gets some leftovers. Not that anyone else wants seconds. And there's more to tell, but I'm sure it will be revealed in-game so there's no need for me to mention it **
>Here you go. Ayy, thank you so much! They're on my medium backlog, not immediate, but I'll get to them eventually so I really appreciate you taking the trouble to send them over.
>Stepmother's praise. Honestly, I'd never heard of it. It's just that it's one of the books my z library recommends to me based on personalization and it caught my eye kek
>It's an ss doujinshi
Based? Kek
>removing an excessively scatological episode Oh damn, I guess that's what I'll have to expect from the author. Especially with this book, (if I recall correctly) it's about a dictatorship or something, I guess he'll throw in some gross stuff. I'll tell you when I read it if you're interested kek
>Fanfiction.net. I never got into Wattpad. Ah, I'm not aware of that one. On Wattpad, at least, I read a bit of My Little Pony fanfic when I was very young kek it was a cringe oneabout Applejack being pregnantno, it wasn't porn, just about what it would be like if she were pregnant KEK
>they were very well written Ayy, so you did read them and everything.
It's true, it's curious, I wouldn't expect South Park fujoshis to be something that stands out in the community for its good writing. But hey, what do I know. They say you should never underestimate fujos.
>Yes. There are very obsessed people with that, a lot of people want to roleplay it. I still don't understand it, I think I'll read Brave New World next and tell you if it has anything to do with this.
>It shouldn't because reading in English
Keksito just in case. Many want to read in the original language and that
>but I really enjoy the Spanish language
Seconded, it's a language that can be very beautiful. I wish I could handle it so beautifully, sometimes it's surprising, but not many can appreciate it. AND DON QUIXOTE IS READ IN SPANISH DAMMIT
>(This sentence sounds a bit weird, KEK)
Keksito. You said that! I didn't think anything weird until you said it. Dirty mind...
>Ruben Darío, I recommend his Prosas Profanas.
Profane? Wot I'll note it down. I like poetry even though I don't consume it too much. I always remember poems like the matricide or one at the end of "the boy who went mad with love", the first by a Gabriela Mistral. It's beautiful.
>they demanded more than to get a VISA. Keksito. I've seen it, at least here in the general meta, that they showed the giant character sheets they made. Also with images and everything. I don't know, it seems like too much. But I have seen the roles, ironically for how much they always ask for, they would roleplay with two words and that's it. It's not that it's bad, it's happened to us, but it's still a little funny.
>it's scarier than Jeff the killer. That's true, you could twist it quite a bit kek but he was supposed to be a cheerful and huggable twink and that's it. Now that I think about it, I don't know if it would be too pleasant for a random gay guy to want to hug you. Personal space and all that.
>The brothel of paraphilias. D-does that exist?
>search I don't remember. It's understandable. They are things from the piuuf past but past. I remember them because I used to read them too much, it was one of my main activities on the internet
>I think I read several I would recommend taking a look at them if you ever feel like reading a Creepypasta. They are cool. Then you have dogscape, that one is very unpleasant, it looks like a level from the backrooms before they existed kek >SCP or The Holders. I always thought The Holders were quality. Although I never liked that there were some where losing was literally inevitable, there was one called the mirror one I think, where you literally died at the end and your doppelganger took you as an object or something.
SCP seemed quality at first, but nowadays I feel like they do a lot of bullshit. And I have zero interest in reading their extra stories kek
>I guess? I won't argue with that, it's not as strong as before, but there's no new movement that has taken its place either.
>Maybe it does exist Me neither. But if it were something on the level of analog horror, I imagine one would hear about it indirectly.
>I didn't know anything about that. More or less, I know them, but as I said, I'm not very into it either. Although I do have them pending.
>When Venezuela becomes a superpower Keksito. Seconded, but with Arjensimia. Gabby's plushie is gorgeous. Too bad I can't buy it with my fifth-world currency kek
>Pale Moon came out of that, right?
I think so? Although after writing that and looking it up, I realized it wasn't what I thought. But it's probably true anyway.
>Also the Face of God, even if it's not a greentext in the usual sense
Really? Kuek, how stupid I am, I always thought it was from /mu/ or something because they talked about something related to the sound spectrum.
>conspiracy theories from /x/ They were right...
>Antarctica, or the flat earth one. I didn't see them, honestly. I've probably used /x/ twice.
>setting aside the more extravagant and wild possibilities. Redpilled kek
>Sadly
Dinosaurs are in the jungles. Mokèlé-mbèmbé is real.
But I wish there were countries we don't know about. It would be interesting. If Atlantis resurfaces and people go to populate it, I wonder what the economic situation would be like kek
>anime doesn't interest me much Same. I only watch Jujutsu, but because my nephew makes me watch it. And I still have to watch gundam and ashita no joe because I have them on my list. Nothing else. >rejects the idea of following an eternal shonen I understand, at least BNHA had an ending. Although as I told you, I haven't watched it nor would I recommend it after dropping it in season 3.
>Avatar Yesss. Avatar is a series that's impossible not to like, the only complaint I know is that the ending is a deus ex machina, but personally it never bothered me too much. It's super well-written, all good episodes, not a single bad one.
>it's a joy to watch it again Seconded. Who's your fav? For me it was always Toph, my first waifu. Btw, for more "western anime" watch 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 hilarious that it doesn't bother meavoid season 4, trust me.
>superficial connoisseur. Kek Little kek. Same here, you might be more into it than me and still be just a casual fan. As I said, I'm not very into superheroes.
>MCU. Ah. I never watched those, to be honest. I saw the originals and the Sony ones kek. Everyone says those Sony ones are trash, but I was a kid, I didn't have that judgment.
>Raimi. They were pure quality. I haven't seen them in years, but as a kid I used to watch them over and over. Back then 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 haven't seen the sequel, but the original is good. And Peni is beautiful.
>deadpool Well, enough. A movie doesn't always have to change your life, as long as it goes well with a Sunday with popcorn and a soda, it's fine kek
>it's edgy to the max Doesn't sound like something I'd read. I heard ugly things like Butcher makes his dog rape a chihuahua and shit like that kek.
>It's also quite ridiculous. How so? Is it because of the ending? I heard that's reeeally dumb
>>1781 >>1782 >Dementia Blow after blow, the sweet hands that grip the handle turn kilos of steel? into tons of power. The temple vibrates, sparks fly and writhe as if trying to shed excess energy. The cries of a frustrated hood conclude when - with a final downward strike - the hammer becomes lodged in a crater. The ground boils, the hood herself, panting and with her bangs disheveled in front of her face, lets out wisps of steam from her skin. Is it her sweat evaporating, or blood that heated up so much from anger?
Thor escapes in an electric pillar. Dementia carries Pets on her shoulder, but keeps her head down even when Starlo speaks to her.
"I lost... It's not worth finishing it like this," she says. The teachings of Ribbon about love and empathy do not cross her mind, because her internal annoyance is greater than her consideration for others. What kind of girl from the legends needs the villain's help to win? The hood grinds her teeth at the thought.
(A girl- All-... SHIT!)
She 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 at what he witnesses.
THE HEROES WERE SUPPOSED TO GET THE STONE!
The hood trembles with every word spoken, her mouth is pursed and her face colored by a pink that evolves into deep red. Perhaps for the narrator it is sincere bewilderment, but all Dementia hears:
HOW WEAK! YOU DIDN'T DO WHAT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO DO! DEMENTIA SHIT! SHIT DEMENTIA!
...
"I'M DOING THE BEST I CAN!"
She screams into the air with her eyes closed, fists clenched, and hair bristling. Upon opening her eyes, she finds herself elsewhere and feels her feet light, she looks down finding nothing, air. She manages to run about five steps before collapsing and crashing to the ground outside the temple. Her companions also fall around her. Ribbon has to realize her situation on her own, because the hood is lying upside down like a starfish (??). The only thing the hood produces in its current position are indecipherable murmurs.
"..." She plants her palms on the floor and slowly gets up. Ribbon surely knows Dementia isn't normal, otherwise she would have gotten up with a jump or a flip, or a jump WITH a flip. Her hair is down and messy, her hood dusty, her strange clothes soaked with all the sweat from the fight this is to justify the pic, kek, and even more serious: the light in her eyes looks distant like a candle at the end of a tunnel. "I... tasted defeat"
She announces, averting her gaze. She expected mocking laughter, or a "I don't love you anymore" from Ribbon as her plump figure turns her back to disappear towards the sunset. That's what Dementia feels she deserves after what happened. But as the saying goes: there were many and the grandmother gave birth, because Prince Charming appears. Dementia's eyes water and her pupils grow upon seeing him, with a small hope that perhaps the prince will bring words of comfort...
But no.
He comes to stop her because blah blah blah and repeats Starlo's lies. Dementia frowns and growls exasperated. She's not in the mood to deal with this now. If the prince wants to believe she's bad... Well, let him believe it tenfold! The hood stomps hard in front and points at him with a 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 bothering me and following me... I'LL EAT YOU!"
One, two, three long steps are enough to plant herself in front of the boy. She raises a small fist, it looks like she's going to hit him with all her might in the head, but after lowering her hand she stops a centimeter from the young man's forehead. She extends her index finger, Dementia pokes him and pushes him down the stairs
>>1783 >I was a little disappointed, she looks a bit too much like Peach and didn't look that tall At least they respected her immense futa-cock Kek. We'd have to see her next to Peach to know her true height, I hope they do make her big, in Mario Kart she's heavy class like Bowser.
>And there's more to tell Chowder eats the orphanage children!
>it's about a dictatorship or something It also expects a lot of cucked military men.
>so you did read them and everything. Yes. They were always the ones with the most reviews and favorites, unavoidable.
>AND DON QUIXOTE IS READ IN SPANISH DAMMIT And not modern Spanish for little fairies, ancient Spanish!
>Profane? Wot That's what it's called, I didn't see anything suggestive about them. But perhaps for the time, their fixation with women with big hips and thighs did make people blush like deflowered maidens.
>Gabriela Mistral I'll keep the name.
>I don't know if it would be too pleasant for a random gay guy to want to hug you Depends if one wants it.
>D-does that exist? Yes, kek. It wasn't that bad. Pic 2 is the author, I think she's written more, but the brothel is her most famous and celebrated work (I don't know if there's much difference between the original creepypasta and the book she released later).
>What the fuck bro That's the synopsis of the first chapter, if I remember correctly. There was another about a teenager who wanted to fuck her dad who abandoned her and who had a big dick because he was a porn actor (The same big dick that she later crushed with a hammer or mallet). The author also has a crush on Jason Voorhees.
>doscape Now Luz will take Marie to the level of the plains, dog! After all, Marie likes puppies, doesn't she? kek
>Although I never liked that there were some where losing was literally inevitable If The Holders existed, it would make sense. You're literally messing with something you don't understand. Gathering them all might be a trap to make us sin with our completionist impulse.
>but nowadays I feel like they do a lot of stupid stuff Yes, I decided to ignore many of the modern contributions for that very reason. But still, one remembers SCP with affection.
>Redpill me Open spoiler.
>my nephew makes me watch it. It's nice that he wants to share his hobbies with you, it means he values your opinion 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, the turtle didn't bother me too much either. More blameworthy was the Fire Lord himself, whom I always compared to a Grand Patriarch or Mumm-Ra but without charisma. But I have to admit that the end of the Fire book does feel a bit rushed, maybe they should have made two seasons, or a book titled Air to conclude everything and take a moment to develop all that energy stuff or the history of the lion turtles.
But I'm not complaining, it's a miracle that such a good series as Avatar even existed.
boondocks I know it, I used to watch it on Animax (Before its horrible fall from grace with sitcoms). I have to watch it again to refresh my memory. I found the episode where they go to the movies very funny.
>avoid the fourth I will.
>the series Spectacular Spider-Man It was so good they didn't let it continue.
>Into the spiderverse is cool Yes, very good. The sequel, I think, is incomplete.
>I heard ugly things like Butcher makes his dog rape a chihuahua and shit like that There are also lame plot twists with clones, fetuses that make their mothers fly, etc. For example, the character of Black Noir is much more transcendental and important, and I think Homelander fucks Soldier Boy... Or maybe it's the other way around?
Soldier Boy is my favorite character in the series.
>But The Sopranos is very long, isn't it? Six seasons, 86 episodes in total. It's not that long.
>Oh, I don't know if I would like that With almost a documentary, I mean that it gives a surprisingly realistic glimpse into how the police work, their prejudices, the experiences of the ghetto, etc.
>Oh well, that's a bit poorly designed, isn't it? It's not something that ruins the experience, Arcanum was so ambitious that it's normal for some parts to falter. It also came out broken and the community had to fix it. There will be mods that weaken that necromancy spell. I finished it with a full tech build because I found it more fun and challenging than magic, although magic is also fun to use.
>Amalka Super extra duper adorable. I was amazed when I discovered her design.
Kek, I'm level zero, I haven't used it in years and it won't let me send friend invites. I won't promise to be the most active Steam player in the world, but maybe we can play something sometime.
>>1780 He who drinks from a cup and chews with closed lips is elegant, he who measures his movements at the table with care is refined. From there the name must come, Alicia supposes, for you refined your actions. A fineness seen in gestures distant from the one who sees you do it.
Alicia's words catch in her throat as you stain the glass with a sticky green chip.
>Alicia Wolf <Red-? Ack, uck, argh
It spoke to you. You felt every syllable crawl into your ears like anyone else's words. You understood in that instant that what you had in front of you was evil. The stories that pass from mouth to mouth, where the unspeakable roams the earth in animal form, and with only a few impious whispers gnaws at the sanity of the unfortunate, cease to be laughable when you are under its gaze.
"Little Red Riding Hood..." -you 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.
<A-a-a-a-are you the devil?
"The devil?"
The wolf does not stop staring at you. It hasn't moved since it got down to your level, comfortable with this position.
<A-are you...? Are you here to offer a deal?
"Yes... an idea... some help... because you looked so lonely..."
You look back, the path you were following is now behind you, as the wolf forced you to turn until you spun around to avoid turning your back on it.
<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 on high.
"Why are you chasing me away?" -it tilts its head- "Are you scared...?"
It brings its enormous head towards you, leaving its snout a few meters away. Its nose twitches as if it were full of worms, while you hear the rapid sniffing that makes your hair and hood sway like a branch in a blizzard.
"Yes... you're scared...!" -it licks its lips with excitement- "calm down... I'll help you get out... and you... will calm my hunger..." -it speaks between gasps of growing desperation-
After those words, it assaults you with a headbutt to which you react by turning and running, you hear the snap of its jaws, and you almost feel the pressure of those mandibles colliding just centimeters from your back.
https://youtu.be/kr7KU3D3ZpE?si=rC6da-Rvcl8Ltfib▶ In desperation, you plunge with violent stomps into the darkness. Mud and water splash up to your calves. And a stumble almost sends you face-first to the ground. The radio, which had gone silent for a moment, is again suffering from the noise of writhing parasites just as 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 stronger by the second, like static, like the rough sound of the wolf's breathing. Your legs couldn't keep up, the enormous, quadrupedal monster took the place of your shadow, when you saw the path split in two. Turning now was impossible, you go straight and... the wolf takes the other path instead of following you. The radio falls silent. You are alone again. At least as far as your sight, obstructed by trees or dense darkness, allows. Perhaps slowing down but never stopping, you look for your only beacon, the light of the castle peeking through the trees at the end of your path.
You spot the door, huge and made of very sturdy wood. You are a couple of meters away... But then, the radio cries out once more, and from among the trees, the wolf leaps, depriving you with its enormous shadow of all the light you finally found in the castle. You ran, jumped, rolled, whatever made you feel it would save you, and crossed the threshold as the beast tore a piece from your hood.
The wolf turns swiftly as soon as it touches the ground, and charges back, replacing words with the sounds of hunger. But the door slams shut violently, with such firmness that no growl, scratch, or tackle that echoes from the other side can make it yield. The blows increase in desperation.
"OPEN THE DOOR!, LET ME IN!"
And they combine with shouts and gasps of the same nature that soon, like the blows, cease.
"I'm going to find you, Little Red Riding Hood..." - its voice is calmer, like a chilling whisper that doesn't threaten, but assures - "you won't see the dawn."
You hear footsteps receding. The radio turns off.
Now you find yourself on a centuries-old bridge. The stone that constitutes it, cracked and dusty, suggests it hasn't been maintained since then. On the sides, a somewhat high drop, leading to an extensive garden, with trees and darkness on both sides, which don't let you see much more from here.
With little else to do on this bridge, you walk under the lampposts that even in the rain gather swarms of insects, and cross halfway, where there is a cracked statue of a man in a tunic on each side. Without inscriptions or anything to make them recognizable other than their appearance and position.
Ahead, 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, taken from a fairy tale, which would probably look much prettier without the rain and night making it look somber.
You can continue, without incident. The bridge leads you to another large door. At least three of your height, and two wide. It must be the main entrance. To your left, the path ends soon. At least at first glance, you find nothing more than a short path before a waist-high wall stops your progress. It almost seems like an area made more for the structure to function, with the pillars around.
Your right is different, the path is much longer. With the rain so heavy, it's hard to see clearly, but you make out the threshold of a door, and beyond it is a scalene triangle of stone. Although not clearly visible, by basic logic, it's steps you're seeing from the side.
It's time to decide where to go.
You can even explore all three locations in a single turn if you wish.
Today is a special day because TLOZ turns 40 years old! It's already a mature franchise kek I'm not a fan of 2D Zeldas (I'd have to play ALTTP and see if it hooks me) but it deserves its place, it was quality in its time. And I've seen many say that Zelda 1 is incredible despite the passage of time. I couldn't say, I 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. Reply 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 is useful to you. If you haven't played it, the 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 (that's the order I recommend), they feed into each other, and to fully enjoy them, including the true ending, you have to go back and forth between them.
My favorite race from all the Zeldas, the Subrosians, are in the Oracles, kek. I hope they return someday.
>>1787 Also, about Zelda 1, if you go in with the mindset of trying things (Bombs, fire) on walls and bushes where there doesn't seem to be anything, you can complete it without a guide. Although if you get stuck, there's no problem looking for help online, after all it was a game designed to spend money calling the Nintendo Hotline.
>>1784 Caes, literally and figuratively. You were now lying on the floor with motivation as low as you. Ribbon takes a minute to scream, until she runs out of air, opens one eye and notices she's still flying thanks to her wings.
>Ribbon "..."
She feels very ashamed, looks around, seems like no one noticed. But the relief that this could bring her doesn't last long when she sees you lying down, she gets startled and dives down to be with you.
You aren't just crushed by her presence, but also by her words. A lot of blabbering, as she talks, you get up slowly, as if the floor had glue. Maybe she didn't pay much attention to that, since the little ostentation didn't cause her distress... but once she saw you face to face, almost her heart stopped.
"...Dementia...?"
With her mouth open and eyes almost in fear, she mumbled with concern, a prelude to the confession that would trigger cortisol release.
Merlinus "What did she say?"
Defeat...
(At the worst moment, someone else decides to appear.)
(A new wooden sword and little more. The opposite of Little Red Riding Hood, self-proclaimed eternal rival.)
(And this time, he came only to make you feel bad.)
>Blue Prince
You grumble. The prince remains serious, stomps. The ground trembles and the little guy rises a meter above the ground without losing his posture... but you hear him swallow with that until you're standing there. You point at him with your finger, he gets startled as if a lightning bolt had hit him.
"¡Eep!"
Ribbon "..."
The little one sat down.
"Did we lose, Dementia?" -so that portal was of the time stone-
She asked, and looked at you, and if you looked at her too, you'd see her with that desire to know that a baby has, with those eyes that worry without fully understanding the feeling, only knowing that it's wrong.
And she waited for that answer, or the lack of that answer. And she flew, and hugged your little neck, embracing you, with a great force... not physical. Rather reflected in how much she squeezes her eyes.
"Okay, Dementia... don't be sad..."
She had nothing particular to say. There was no doubt. She simply wanted you to stop being sad. She stepped back, and looked into your little eyes, taking your cheeks as if to appreciate you. As many times you did to her...
"¡Ha-hay... two stones more!"
She exclaimed with a pale face. Seeing you like this hurt her and it was visible in her eyes as if she had a needle through her foot.
"¡We're going to find them!, right? Don't worry... But don't be sad... O-o..."
She sniffs twice with her nose. Puffs her cheeks and turns red, her eyes fill with tears she tries to contain.
(...or she also gets sad...)
I didn't want to just respond to this, but I prefer not to assume things. I owe you a quick turn as soon as you respond to this kek
>>1788 >Perfect! >The items will be added to your inventory starting next turn kek
>Zelda is a saga that, without expecting it, has accompanied me throughout my life. It's always nice when something like that happens. I wish something similar had happened to me, but the closest for me would have to be God of War, which I did start with that saga when I was little, but I abandoned it after 2018 for becoming too cuck I would only play Ragnarok pirated in the future or Metal Gear Solid, but I didn't start that saga as a child. Even so, I have tremendous appreciation for it
>In case you haven't played it, the Oracles are a gem full of charisma I haven't, I've never seriously tried a 2D Zelda. Although I believe you, I've seen a lot of love for the Oracles throughout my life, but I always turned away from them because I wasn't sure if 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? Is it just a matter of the saves?
>My favorite race from all the Zeldas, the Subrosians, are in the Oracles, kek. I wish they would return someday. Keksito the Merlinus Most likely they will return in an obvious remake. I'm sure they'll do one after the Link's Awakening one they did. Reusing them for real after that sounds more difficult. But who knows. Make it happen Aonuma.
>aldo Maple is super adorable
>aldo2 I think several people gave Malon a lot of waifu points in those games, right? keksito, and she was already adorable in OoT
>aldo3 I'll play them then. I'll let you know as soon as I start.
>aldo 4 With what you said at the beginning, I imagine you more than me must be confused that they didn't even wish the franchise a happy birthday for its 40th kek
Nintendo doesn't deserve Zelda...
>>1789 >you can complete it without a guide It must be, as long as there isn't some very bullshit occasion like the muricans say.
>if you get stuck there's no problem looking for help online I understand, I'm anti-guides, but even I have a limit. And sometimes it helps, the last time I used a guide was last year for The Evil Within because I had reached a place and didn't know what to do. I checked the area from top to bottom several times, but I couldn't find anything. I ended up looking it up on YouTube and it turns out the game had glitched and a cutscene wasn't activating. Although I suspected it, I might not have noticed, because even when I loaded my save, the same thing happened. The only solution was to restart the entire chapter.
What a pain. That game had a lot of bugs... but I'm getting sidetracked. What I wanted to say is that there's no shame in it if you've already wasted a lot of time and don't know where to go.
>it was a game designed to spend money by calling the Nintendo Hotline. That's true. And for people to talk about it among friends, and for you to buy the guides...
I guess this is also part of what made the game fun for those who have it among their favorites in the saga. That and, well, for its time it's a surprising game with its map and all.
This post was just to confirm that I will add your items later keksito. I'll respond to the rest of the meta tomorrow or the day after. I'm sleepy.
>>1791 >after 2018 because it became very cuck You have to be a better man, anon.
>Seriously? Not in 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 get both the story is incomplete and you miss out on a ton of secrets.
>puzzles and the other much more combat I can't tell you which is which, kek. The Age one I remember more complicated, those definitely. The connection goes through codes. The oracle who never had her game (Pic) is the one who shows you how to do it. There are some very nice puzzles with that whole system, and yes, you can do it without problem with an emulator.
>remake I hope they put some love into it. Nintendo has been very weak and complacent lately 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 couldn't remember at all that it was in the game, and you can be assured that therefore her role wasn't even close to as prominent as in Ocarina. The waifu of the oracles is definitely Pic spoilers. Although my personal favorite is Pic 3, she goes by the name Melano.
>anniversary For me, don't rush things to fit dates. We've seen with Sonic how catastrophic that practice can be.
>bullshit as they say the muricans Then never try a PC point and click adventure, kek. That's the genre of true barbarities. There are some that are more fair: Monkey Island, Day of the Tentacle, Broken Sword, but the general trend is extreme bullshit.
>guide I'm completing 100% of Cruelty Squad (It's a great game, it's become one of my favorites in the world, although they warned me not to get close to their community). And I go into the wiki to confirm that I didn't miss anything in the levels. As their graphics have a... Hmm, chaotic charm. Sometimes you skip things without realizing. I went through a room about 7 times and didn't realize there was a special weapon 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 the ugly put you off. To enjoy it fully you have to enter without knowing too much, it's full of surprises.
>>1786 >Cece She always characterized herself by facing problems head-on, even with fear and worry, Cece's main instinct was to run forward, charging headfirst even if it ended with a bloody nose. But this time her nerves screamed the opposite.
Cece turns her back on danger and escapes with a constant prickling in the center of her chest, as if her heart were trying to escape through her mouth. She doesn't look back, nor does she notice the scratches and scrapes she gets from kicking away branches. She spots a castle and a door, but it's the shadow that intervenes that startles her. More by accident than by controlled action, Cece lets herself fall and slides feet-first in a slide lubricated by all the accumulated mud.
The door closes behind her without her quite understanding how. Sitting facing the sealed threshold, she still tries to back away, pushing with her palms and heels until her back hits something and she remains there, sprawled out between rapid gasps. Only when the radio turns off and silence settles does her heart gradually stop stabbing her from the inside.
Her eyes seem vacant, her skin milky and ghostly. As she gets up clumsily, she needs to hold onto the stone bridge railing to prevent her trembling legs from making her collapse. An uncomfortable warmth forms a grimace on her face, and her lips utter a silent curse. She wants to ignore it, but as she takes a couple of steps, waddling like a penguin, she understands it's impossible.
She takes off her shorts, then her panties, which she holds hanging away from her body between her thumb and forefinger. A warmth permeates the underwear, Cece wrinkles her nose at the sight of it and feels ashamed. She folds it as best she can and puts it in her inventory, perhaps hoping to find a place to dry it. She pulls up her shorts, they are denim, they rub and irritate her skin, but faced with the discomfort, she can only swallow hard.
She crosses the bridge hugging herself. Her eyes dart around restlessly, observing everything with suspicion. The lamppost, the statue, the castle... In another situation, she would have something to think about or say, but now she is barely getting over the shock of the chase. Maybe in half an hour, she'll be calm enough to wonder if she's finally gone 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, she sees Alicia's figure in her mind.
(No... If this were hell, she wouldn't be here... Or would she?)
She shakes her head to avoid rambling further.
The only thing Cece wants now is to have a roof over her head. She'd try the door, or peek through any place that promised her a minimum of shelter. She decides to explore all paths.
>>1793 Terror stains your soul and your body. The traces of the pursuit are scrapes on the skin, and a yellow tint that makes the intimate fabric heavier. You don't want it on, or on top of you. You take it to your inventory, choosing another discomfort.
> Stained panties have been added to your inventory. -wet underwear. Not pleasant to use.
You notice you are carrying another item. Like antimony, you don't remember picking it up at any point.
> winged anklet -An anklet with a wing. It silences 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, just like those bugs flitting around the lamppost. They only seek the light, but your eyes flee from it to the next possible shadow where evil hides. A statue, immobile, and forgotten. The same as the one in parallel, they are identical from design to oblivion. Harmless brothers beyond appearance and abandonment. Familiar.
The castle. Enormous. So loaded that it's hard to see where to start describing. 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 seems to hide little. You walk a bit until you almost reach the small wall that ends the path. Beyond there is a drop of a few meters, it won't be that high, because trees reach this height. But who knows what's down there, since they don't let you see.
To your right, where a pillar blocked your view, there is a small roof supported by another pillar that goes down from the edge to the foundations. A place built probably out of logic rather than desire. Below it is poorly decorated with two large urns... but they look fragile.
Just in front of them, there is also a cat sitting. Its appearance is simple: adult and white. It was probably sheltering from the rain... But if you got close, it would run 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 walk past the door. You walk a bit, and the space to walk widens, on your left you see window after window, with opaque glass that holds the secrets of the place. You cross a perpetually open door, leaving the rain behind for the second it takes you to cross that small threshold into another area.
Where you are standing, you see some potted plants placed as decoration. There are six. With myrtle, rosemary, and ferns. Average plants. Next to you, a few meters above your head, there is an oriel window, also opaque.
Limiting the path is another railing. You must go around, approaching the castle building to pass through the corridor it makes, which is barely a meter wide and marks its transformation into a balustrade that extends to your right, descending to accompany the stairs leading to the garden.
Taking a few more steps, you are between two staircases. 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 make out a fountain with a path on each side.
Perhaps you feel like going down. The steps leading to the garden are more treacherous. Wet and mossy. You must not rush, because to hold on, there are only those vines covering the balustrade until they almost hide it. Besides looking 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 fountain. It is large, and its circumference is used to mark a boundary, a path to the left, another to the right. In the middle, the large fountain. It would seem large 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've seen so far, cover it, as does the abundant weeds. The water it has looks dirty, stagnant. With leaves and some paper floating on its surface. The path to the right disappears into darkness. The one on the left glows when you shine your flashlight on it. You spot a metal door.
Behind you, there's one last thing. Diagonally, a few meters from the steps, stands a tree planted upon a small stone 'stage'. It's a tree with thick, lush foliage—underneath it, not a drop of rain falls. The earlier cat is taking advantage of this, now sitting there relaxed.
It's your decision whether to keep exploring.
Nevertheless, what you wanted most right now was shelter. And as nerve-wracking as the idea might be, entering the castle is the only thing coming to mind now.
You go back to the main door. You can feel the weight it holds just by looking at it—its wood defying time with sheer strength. And you must defy its strength with your own.
You press your palms against the wood and push with all your might. The rusted hinges screech under your effort, slowly yielding to let you through. Once you've opened it wide enough to squeeze in, you cross the threshold and find yourself inside...
https://youtu.be/HiJSGIiAWHc?si=YuTtrAVIdc-2Ca6r▶ A vestibule. The light was dim, coming mainly from the flickering candles of the chandelier hanging from the ceiling—swaying gently but constantly, so high above it made you feel like an insect. At least 20 meters up.
But it was enough illumination to get a general look around. Everything seemed predominantly white with brown and yellowish decorations from times past. This trend showed in the tiles, in a flag on the wall to your left bearing a strange symbol—a triangle surrounded by a circle, which contained a square with another circle inside. In the frames, paintings of a mustached man in a suit who looked important. There were several of them scattered here and there. His narcissism didn't save them from neglect—the canvases looked yellowed.
To your left stood a very beautiful wooden table with a clipboard. Beyond that, nothing but a wall adorned with a decorative shield between two pillars, styled in blue, with an upward-pointing arrow in the center and three crosses. Perhaps the symbol of the clan it belongs to.
Your right side was a different matter. Also between pillars, an elegant wooden door with golden carvings caught your attention. Even the frame around it seemed deliberately crafted to be beautiful—white stone with Greek-column-like lines for emphasis. Doing just as well as that solid gold plate in the middle of fine birch wood. "Music room." At least you don't have to guess what's in there.
But the elephant in the room was the pair of staircases in the center. Both led to the same place, curving up to the second floor, from where you saw a tall, young, and very beautiful woman descending. A little over 20 years old, with snow-white skin and eyes red like an apple—dark, dull red, locking onto you without speaking, her movements coordinated, robotic, like a refined lady.
Dressed in black and white maid attire, she approaches without revealing her intentions, hands clasped in her lap, until only a few meters separate you. She doesn't bother to speak directly. She just observes you, letting the rain and the suddenly turning-on radio be the only sounds for a moment. If you don't put on the winged ankle bracelet, the others can hear the radio
Then the woman bends at the waist, giving you a bow.
>Maid "Welcome, Princess... I've been expecting you... Please, follow me to your temporary room."
She straightens up, and without another word, turns around to walk back up the stairs.
Also, directly ahead—straight from the entrance and right between the two staircases—there's a door, but I didn't see a good moment to include it in the narration kek
>>1793 You walk behind her. if you want, otherwise you can ignore this whole turn closely, you can see that impeccable dress. There is no place for a single lint or wrinkle in its fabric, but at this distance, you notice some old stain that you didn't see before... and that you can't recognize now.
You go up the stairs. The wood creaks, groaning like an old man who can barely do his job anymore, until you reach the second floor, where a wide hallway from left to right greets you.
Once you step on the worn-out carpet, an intense red for a change, you are officially on the 2nd floor. To your left, a long hallway disappears into the gloom due to the poor lighting of the gas lamps. There are door frames. It's what you can see, but the maid doesn't stop for a second and continues on the right, towards a shorter hallway.
Following her, you are observed by portraits of the same man who was downstairs. Those eyes follow you. There's almost no doubt.
There are four doors distributed along the hallway. But she opens the first one on your right and steps aside to let you enter.
>Maid "This is your room."
She waits for you to enter. Inside, it's well lit for what you've seen so far. A fireplace to your right is lit, the wood crackles and gives its warmth to you, to the maid, and to the mustachioed man in the portrait on the side. Between the fireplace and the clock... Him again.
To your left is a somewhat large bed. With pink sheets and pillows and a wooden frame with carvings. Sensual. Further on is a wardrobe, which the maid is heading towards. To the right of her, who is now facing the wardrobe, is a door that probably leads to the bathroom.
"I've prepared clothes for you."
She turns and hands you clothes. Neatly folded. She looks at you expectantly. If you were to unfold them, you would find a dress similar to a princess dress, but one that seemed to leave a lot of chest and back exposed. More concerning was the skirt, which would only extend about a hand's length from your buttocks. At least you could change your underwear, if you didn't mind it being a bit small in the back, although it covers well in the front... Beyond that, you might prefer to look for your own clothes in the wardrobe. "..." -extends their hand- this only if you didn't put on the winged ankle bracelet "give me that." -they demand, hand reaching toward the radio hanging from your chest-
After that, the maid heads back toward the door and opens it without another word, pausing briefly before stepping out completely to glance at you.
"We'll dine soon."
They say, and without another word, close the door.
You're left alone.
Now you can move freely around this floor of black and white tiles. You're the princess in full. The room is divided into two sections. The one already mentioned, and a few meters ahead of the entrance door, two small steps lead down to a more leisure-oriented area—similar to a living room.
If you go over there, you won't find much. A small table and a sofa next to a large, semi-pentagonal window. If you look through it, you'd see rain falling onto planters filled with rosemary, myrtle, and ferns, as well as a fountain much farther off. You can tell this is the oriel from earlier. From this side, it's not opaque.
Behind the sofa meant for reading or sipping tea, there's a small bookshelf reaching up to your waist. It holds a few very old fiction books and a tiny decorative plate scattered between them. Two side drawers for storing more items, and on top it serves as a table—holding an empty case and an old television with a knob and antennas.
...could use a PS2...
But there's no trace of Alice.
Parallel to that TV, a few meters away by the oriel, there's another door. No windows indicate where it leads.
Now you're free to explore the castle.
Hope all this scene description isn't too tedious. I think areas are really important in games like this, so I'm trying to help you get your bearings by describing the layout as best I can.My narration will surely get lighter and easier once you find the map keksito
Dementia doesn't respond, she just blows her bangs. Ribbon understands that the girl is sad and tightens her grip on her hair. Dementia raises her hands and moves the fairy to press and rub her face into her, as if she were her comfort pillow.
"Twe whiefo fuufwo whibbow (I love you very much, Ribbon)" She speaks with her face pressed against the mythical being's belly.
When they separate, the hooded figure sighs. She's still annoyed with herself, but much more composed than with the prince.
"I will have to do something I never expected..." She sweeps her gaze over everyone, her attitude is that of someone determined to do what she never needed before. She clenches her fists and adds. "For the first time in my life... I will train"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jr8AtQiFtTY▶ The hooded figure is like Freezer, all her potential and movements are innate. But after losing and being beaten, she understands that she needs more than that to stop the evils that come her way on the path of the warrior...
Training montage beginsYou decide how long she spends 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 streak that goes from the top to the bottom in just a second.
Dementia does push-ups with Ribbon on her back. Merlinus joins in. Starlow joins in. She moves to one hand. Two fingers. Then it's just breaths that lift her off the temple stones.
Dementia throws a bare hook against the temple wall. The hand swells and trembles, exactly that tremor goes up her arm, her shoulder, and makes her shake all over. She retracts her hand and, without waiting a second, throws another hook with the other hand, repeating and exclaiming a KYA! with each new strike.
Dementia sitting cross-legged under a powerful waterfall nearby. The shine of the sun on the water, the foam that sprays, plus the leaf of Cariñitos leaning against her shoulder and the handle pointing in front of her chest, hide any indecent part of her naked little body. The hooded figure keeps her teeth clenched while the merciless water hits her head.
Dementia in the middle of the forest gripping her axe. She tightens the handle and spins quickly, becoming a whirlwind for a few seconds. When she stops, tripping with the raised leg and almost falling backwards, the firm trunks don't have the same luck and fall cut down.
Dementia, with eyes determined like fire, faces Merlinus and Starlow.
"Make it happen, now! RIGHT NOW!"
She orders the little mage and the cosplayer to shoot their magics at her. The hooded figure wouldn't move an inch, she would just close her eyes and receive the attacks fully, trying to be as firm as a rock, surely ending up rolling and smoking, with Ribbon coming to her rescue.
Dementia standing on top of the temple. She grabs Cariñitos with both hands, lowers the axe to have room to maneuver, and throws a slash towards the sky. She repeats the cuts in the air ¿100? ¿500? ¿1000 times?
The girl of the legends wouldn't be satisfied until showing improvement!
>>1785 >futa-cock It's true... How did they let that pass? I thought it was all-ages... kek At least there she looks better. I hope there isn't too much dissonance between the movie and that design you posted.
>she's heavy category like Bowser. Kek we always end up mentioning that when talking about Rosa Cy, it's just part of her character. Aldo my headcanon is that since she's actually giant, when shrunk down to the usual size she has in the games, she retains some of her original weight.
>Chowder Kek, why not? We should start rumors at the orphanage! Molly would help.
>cuckolded.
So that's why it's called "la noche del chivo"... because of the horns kek
>inevitable. Kek. What times those were, that wouldn't be accepted today with the internet so redditized.
>ancient Spanish! Keksito. There was a super Cervantes fan YouTuber who'd say stuff like that. "Other languages can't make a quijote!"
Based. haven't read it yet kek
>for the era
They were simpler times, when a lady showing her ankle would make grandpa's heart race a thousand beats per minute keksito. Things of the past—back then, monsters made of clay in movies were scary, while today they're just little dolls to us.
>name. I'm not sure how good it is outside that specific poem, which might also be boosted by the book it comes from, since the book is somewhat based on it. If you're interested, it's called "El niño que enloqueció de amor" by Eduardo Barrios. It's more of a short story, which I read while looking for something similar to my "lime orange tree." I don't think it's as good, but it's decent, and short. Maybe around 40 pages if I recall correctly.
>if one desires. Well... yeah. If you want a complete stranger to randomly hug you, then it's not that bad.
>Author She's pretty, but looks like that relationship would hurt kek
>Chapter Ah. 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, a woman who made a doujin where her self-insert grooms her niece
>Luz Kek. It seems Luz can be a bit scatterbrained when interpreting things.
>Holders Well, I guess you're right. But that doesn't change the fact that it bothered me as a kid because when I read them I imagined the whole scene as someone who wanted to collect them and, being underage, I didn't want to lose obligatorily like that, kek.
>completionist.
Well, it's not that much of a trap if they tell you from the start that you should never collect them all, kek. He who warns is not a traitor.
But yes, although with the info they give you, you shouldn't just be a completionist, but already have your skeletons in the closet. Whoever truly wants to search for the objects should be someone too deep into occultism or perhaps someone who simply has nothing to lose and really needs something to do. Completionism appears to gather the rest, kek.
I always wondered if the one who wrote the last holder gave it any ending. I never took the time to look for it.
>SCP I agree with that. I loved the older entries. As a kid, it was almost like another breath of the magic of the old internet. It made me feel like it was somewhat possible, even if it was so detached from reality.
But if I found that today and saw shit like a shrimp the size of a star, I don't think I would have been fascinated, kek.
>spoiler. Holy macaroni... kek Wherever 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, he's even more like my little brother, kek. And I'm also happy about what you said, especially because I think watching something with someone makes it much more enjoyable.
>turtle It never bothered me. I can agree that it's very sudden, but that's today. I saw it as a kid, I wasn't going to be super critical, everything seemed epic to me and that's it, kek. >Criticable Seriously? I don't remember perfectly, but it always seemed fine to me. Maybe more because of his overall role than anything else—so much revolved around Ozai. He was more of an imposing character than a charismatic one.
>final I think they struggled to balance the chill episodes with the story ones. I'm not complaining at all because the fun ones were also really good, but as I recall, in the Book of Fire there were quite a few episodes where they had to start thinking about how to wrap things up.
Wasn't it also shorter than the other two seasons?
>dos temporadas Yeah, nobody would've complained.
But at the end of the day, it's still really good regardless. And the fact that you have to dig deep to find possible complaints proves it. Though that's also fine, because you realize that even if there are a few minor things here and there that could've added up, it's still great as it is.
>milagro Seconded. Shame that apparently the creators couldn't replicate the magic of The Last Airbender.
I'll watch Korra at some point, though. But maybe later, when I can watch it in good faith—because if I compare it to the original, I won't like it at all kek
>Iroh. Of course. He's great. It really strikes me how many people say he's awful just because basically he was the same as the Fire Lord before his son's death. Iroh is very interesting.
>Katara That one I didn't expect. Usually Katara gets underrated in the Avatar team—even I've been guilty of that. She's the mom of the group and has interesting arcs, but I struggle to put her above the rest of the team. Though it's not an insult when everyone's high quality.
>op Bloodbending. There was no way to nerf it, so they just couldn't use it kek
>Azula Yeah, I think you mentioned it once. I see the appeal—I like bad girls—but she personally never did it for me. Maybe I just couldn't connect with Azula because as a kid she made me really angry kek Though between her team I would always choose her over Mai worst girlbut not over Ty Lee
>Appearances Doesn't she appear that much? I also remembered she has a decent amount of screen time.
>Sokka Toph deserved whoever she wanted. I liked her with Zuko kek
>animax In Spanish then? That's the first season, my favorite. Pure SOVL but I'd say the 2nd is funnier
>cinema. Kek that one is good, yes. And it has a great theme song. But honestly I think there are several that are quite better. Like the one about the xbox assassin (and others but I'd better not mention them so they take you by surprise kek)
>good Tragic. She deserved much more. But I know it was canceled due to a copyright issue or something. What a pain.
>The sequel Yes, I think it's like the first half and it's going to be completed this? year with part 3
>fetuses Wtf kek
>Black Noir I knew that, but it wasn't the same. I mean in the comic he's a clone of homelander who is stronger because why not, right?
>Homelander Wha
>The other way around No, it must be like that. Comic book Soldier Boy has nothing to do with the chad they made him in the series. In the comic I understand he's a pathetic faggot who even pisses himself or something.
>Soldier Boy Totally second that. They made him too cool kek
>long. Ah well no. I saw the name and imagined a series as long as Grey's Anatomy or something kek
>how the police work Ahh, that's much more digestible kek the Irishman traumatized me.
Then I should check it out. To the backlog! Is crushed by the weight of 5 thousand things piled on this
>experience Well, that 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 I do.
>>1795 >>1794 >mona has a physiological accident Cece Her nerves are so taut that, upon barely perceiving a metallic brush against her ankle, she throws herself to the ground and begins to contort and struggle with the air like a worm on a hook. Is it a black widow? A leech? A bear trap? In that environment, she can only expect the worst...
Sitting down, she clutches her raised leg with both hands and observes. She blinks several times upon recognizing the little chain, and frowns upon understanding what it's for. She has no idea when she put it on, maybe she always had it.
If she walks, she won't make noise. It's like an epiphany, or madness, like when she used to play Jason chasing campers. After standing up, she begins to hop repeatedly; anyone who saw her from afar would think she was crazy or covered in ants, but she is testing to see if she makes noise, discovering instead that her steps are silent.
(Magic doesn't exist...)
Nor do giant talking wolves. Cece lets her arms drop to her sides and stands there, head down for a while, again trying to process everything. She takes a step, then another, her walk is almost automatic, and the only reason she doesn't bump into the walls is because she catches them out of the corner of her eye. Her eyesight is top-notch; it allows her to spot the cat immediately.
Still as a statue, she remains observing it back, waiting for it to speak to her or stand on two legs and dance, but not even that. It's a relief. She continues exploring, and as soon as the rain stops falling on her a bit, her legs falter, threatening to collapse, but she takes a firm step forward with which she recovers.
(I can't stay down... It's not safe)
She is distrustful of the tangled vines, fearing they are poisonous, she doesn't touch them. Watching where she places her feet, she eventually reaches the fountain. Cece stops at the edge, leans over the stagnant water, pinches her small nose with her fingers, and exhales hard, releasing snot. Upon reopening her eyes, she sees the paper floating... She pinches a corner and picks it up.
(...Why am I doing this...?)
She knows why; she thinks it might have something important written on it, some childish nonsense.
She could start rummaging, but not dressed like this, not stained with mud, and absolutely NOT with her little thing exposed.
(It's embarrassing! Who would think of going around like this?! GROSS!)
Her thought is almost a complaint, though she doesn't know very well towards whom The narrator. She sits on the edge of the fountain, she needs to rest for a moment and think... Although for the next few minutes her mind goes blank.
>>1794 >>1795 >Cece Grunts and strains, skidding on the floor until her soles get enough grip to give it her all. She opens the door just enough to slip in, she doesn't need much space, she's thin, and she goes in sideways anyway.
The castle's thick walls muffle the sound of the rain until it's gone. Cece pulls down her hood and shakes it, then puts it back up because she's still cold. Hugging herself, she walks forward, the heavy arches and columns making her feel smaller than she already is. She sees the symbols, the painting too... She doesn't pay them any mind.
(This is where some idiot would yell... Anyone home?)
The thought makes her smirk, which vanishes as she tenses up upon seeing the woman coming down the stairs.
Red eyes...!
The devil!
She's about to run, but she has no strength left.
(Don't be a coward!)
She yells internally and her back straightens as if she'd been pricked. She clenches her teeth, her little fists, and raises them to her face, looking like a boxing champion, or rather like a tired brat.
"Princess."
The word the stranger uses throws Cece off. She lowers her fists a couple of centimeters and squints, trying to decipher her.
Maybe it's not the devil, maybe it's conjunctivitis, or maybe...
"Bar... Clay?"
She fumbles with the words.
,,,
There's no need to scorn free lodging. She has many theories, but the certainty of her exhaustion is non-negotiable, so she goes. The maid might feel harassed by Cece's gaze, which keeps scanning her for a tail or perhaps a horn.
The pseudo-hood scrapes its shoes on the worn carpet to get rid of the mud, the fabric was already damaged, and it's on the floor, she didn't think anyone would complain.
(!...!)
Like an owl, she snaps her head back towards the painting. She maintains eye contact for 1... 2... 3... Until the maid notices and urges her to continue. Cece nods, gives the painting one last look, and resumes walking.
She enters the room. The warmth of the fireplace, a big bed, chairs... It's more than she could have wished for. Only one thing is missing... "Can I take it down?" She points to the painting. It's the first time she's broken the silence since the tour began.
She glances inside the bathroom. Turning back, she wrinkles her nose at the clothes. It's not the length that bothers her; her shorts are already unnecessarily short, and she shows her stomach shamelessly. It's the style she doesn't like.
"Little pink princess."
As soon as the maid leaves, Cece rummages through the closet for something more her style. Maybe a leather jacket... with spikes. Or underwear that doesn't threaten to get stuck between her butt cheeks.
The next thing that catches her eye is the TV. She turns it on and adjusts the antenna, hoping to catch something. She also peeks out the oriel windows, wanting to find him... the wolf, or a shadow resembling him.
Although a part of her wants to believe it was all her imagination. A consequence of binge-watching horror movies late into the night.
"I should have asked if Alicia is here too..." She mutters and sighs.
For now, she won't wander around the castle. She returns to the center of the room, takes off her hood, and... throws it over the painting. They might not let her move it, but they didn't say anything about covering it. She sits on the floor, pushes off her shoes with her heels, and then removes her stockings. She tosses the dirty clothes into a corner, including the panties soaked with her shame. She assumes the maid will pick them up... Not even one night, and she's already acting like a spoiled rich girl?!
(If I messed up, they'll scold me later) She shrugs; it's a routine outcome for her.
She also throws off her jacket. The light blue ribbon Amelie gave her deep lore. She pulls it up and takes off her black t-shirt. Finally, she sheds her shorts, letting them hang from her ankle before kicking them into the corner with a karate chop.
Multiple band-aids, and the outline of scratches and bruises, are visible mostly on her limbs. It's a symptom of her rough lifestyle, and she wouldn't be surprised to find new marks from her encounter with the big bad wolf.
As free as God made her, Cece heads into the bathroom, intending to take a shower. Or even better: A bath. It would be the first time if the latter happens.
>>1799 A wing that for your feet is a silencer 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 as silent as a falling feather.
Although they say it gets easier as you walk, reality is hard to swallow. Sometimes no matter how much you move forward. Sometimes this doesn't even let you know you're advancing. In your total silence, the proof of your progress would be nil were it not 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 mimic yours. Alert, perhaps like you by the surprises this realm's thousand and one nights hold. Thin, because they share hunger, and alone. You just leave it, and it you...
You face the rain once more. The drops are heavy, they are the burden you drag like a mistreated donkey. A simple leaf, or a small arch offering minimal shelter are an oasis. But where there is a desert of good, you take it as a mirage, and descend into the garden.
The mysterious flora watches you tackle each precarious step with respect so as not to fall. Your shoes soon tread 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 to reflect the slightest silhouette. The snot you contribute gets lost in the brew as a natural addition to its mixture. What it contains, or how it looks, ceases to be as important as what it raises. The piece of paper catches your attention, you take it with deserved displeasure.
>A torn-out page has been added to your notes
It's soaked, the ink is smudged, but it's legible. Some red stains that not even water could remove are scattered on its flimsy structure. It appears to be a poorly torn half of a book or similar.
>read
It's cut in half but you can make something out.
"Oblivionem Memoriae"
"vocar a Mnemosathar, el"
Below, some symbols. A waning moon orbiting a large cross over a circle. Everything seemed to be surrounded by a kind of black serpent eating something. Another serpent? Itself? It was cut off abruptly at the top, and not by the torn page.
"ágora"
"sangre" -some red stains appear next to this-
"a la invocación veni el mu_" -apparently that was supposed to follow below-
"tatem aeterna"
"menta de [ink stain] a"
...the last part comes with different handwriting and seems to be an afterthought, hastily added due to poor penmanship. It looks like a footnote.
The rest is missing, just as your energy is. You decide to rest. The heavy silence is only broken by the rain, in the stillness your world is little more than this downpour. The stillness here... this night... is unnatural...
...you are alone...
So alone...
1/2
The narrator for Cece is extremely different from Dementia's
>>1800 The claws of the night can no longer follow you beyond the portal, where your castle envelops you.
The rumor of metal above, the smell of dampness, and the echoing footsteps reverberating through the gloom are a prelude to change. The realization that the sound of footsteps cannot be yours is irrefutable proof. You spot that woman, with her millimeter-precise steps, descending the stairs like the moon, pale, distant. So distant that her dusty ruby eyes don't even blink at your hands ready to spread more red on her white skin.
No. With every feature still as a corpse, she bowed to you, her majesty. The princess...
>maid man "No, the economy isn't good. Let me just give an example. If we go... and we put... a Lamborghini factory in your city... can you buy one?"
It's a regular current affairs program. And, in your case, your dad could buy one.
If you changed again, you'd find something... strange. Not strangely bad, but nonsensical. A teddy bear in front of a Flaming Lips album. Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots.
>Teddy Bear "THIS IS THE BEST ALBUM COVER EVER!"
It's the public access channel. Any idiot can make their own low-budget show. And this is... a show about album covers... for kids?
It probably doesn't have much of an audience.
If you changed one more time...
https://youtu.be/LwjDmVt9s1U?si=u-cpG7pGpISYWvSx▶ Alice is lost. Crying, believing no one will find her in this unknown land. She stays, where else is she going to go? And the feeling that she does everything wrong remains... apologizing to everyone for everything.
It's Disney Channel... Unexpected.
If you changed again, you'd go back to KIDS with that horrible bear.
There are only four channels... After all, you were told this was your temporary room. Maybe whoever your permanent room is will have more channels. Papa Barclay should be able to afford it if he can have a whole castle to himself...
>>1800 The oriel. Since it's close, you head towards it to observe... the view you already saw head-on a while ago. The ground below, a space for the aforementioned flowerpots, the garden in the distance, empty and silent. From here you can see a bit beyond the path to the right of the fountain. You see those hedges, or those bushes shaped into forms that have long forgotten if they were animals or something else.
But that path continues beyond what your eyes can decipher. Unlike the one on the left, whose iron gate you can spot again. It's an iron-barred gate in a fence. It only leads to more garden, and that one is again out of your sight.
Today's tree, the one on the stage, is still there. you didn't approach the cat so it didn't head towards this place There's nothing noteworthy about it... or the fountain.
Can all of that be fabricated by a hyperactive mind?
To what extent does suggestion go?
Even if nightmares were real, should you worry while sheltered in this impregnable castle?
Questions so detached from reality are somewhat difficult to answer. It's better to focus on the here and now. Even if this was something completely crazy, you could do nothing but deal with it. You had to change.
But not yet...
...the feeling of being watched...
They say there are many explanations for it. 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 feel if she's being looked at it's like an unpleasant ghostly tingling on your skin that forces you to turn...
And no matter that what you find is a simple canvas... you can't ignore that atavistic urge... which you decide to drown with your hood, which covers that indiscreet gaze with its red.
...better?
At least a little, right? There are no more eyes to haunt you. This allows you to shed your clothes with the ease that only the solitude of your room can give. Your garments fall slowly. The radio and flashlight remain beside your clothes equippable items; if you put on different clothes, they automatically attach to them
In the mirror of the wardrobe left ajar, a naked girl stares back—marked with fading traces of past fights on one side, scrapes, and very recent haircut scars on the other. The branches cut.
You look small in the mirror. Very small within the giant castle. Tiny, one might say. Fragile, once the barriers fall.
You take—or don’t take—one of the four towels left for you in the wardrobe. You have green, yellow, pink, and blue to choose from. No designs beyond the usual trimmings, and in the pink one particularly, floral embroidery. All of them, without exception, look brand new.
You head to the bathroom. Surrounded by muted colors, you can now see more of what you only briefly noticed before. The sink beside you, beneath the gilded mirror frame with finishes reminiscent of royalty, hides a small compartment underneath. There’s probably something inside.
If you opened it, you’d find the basics: shampoo, conditioner, body wash, sanitary pads you still don’t need… spares in case the others run out. Shu uemura, Kérasate, L'occitane, Starlo—brands you’ve never seen in your life. At the orphanage, there wasn’t even shampoo; if you cared about your hair, you bought it yourself.
Further on, near the bidet, there was another thing you hadn’t paid attention to earlier. Another small cabinet, atop which sits a little wooden pyramid. Splattered stains resembling wire mesh spread across it like a Rorschach test.
Its vintage style might almost make it unrecognizable. But the knobs give it away—and maybe you’ve seen it in some old movie...
(It’s a radio.)
If you decided to turn it on, you’d hear a moment of hopeless static—but soon, it tunes into something. https://youtu.be/lychcEESloY?si=4xe7C35cTBS0dYW3▶ The song is slow and old like the device spitting it out. With the harsh crackle of an old recording accompanying the sweet voice of the crooner as another instrument. The station-changing knob is completely stuck. This is all you'll get from this device.
Now, to what you came for.
You face the marble tub, so immense, and with an aesthetic that screams 'luxury' in every corner. Inside, you find a golden stopper, which you must put in to keep the water in place.
Hot, cold, and a golden handheld shower, used for female pleasure better hair cleaning, or for hard-to-reach places.
You turn on the water. There are two knobs to turn, they are identical in every way, it's hard to know which is cold or hot if you've never used it before.
If you only turn on the left one, the water would fall with steam. If you only turn on the right one, it would be as cold as the rain outside. Now you know. You must control the temperature by combining cold and hot to get the point you desire.
While it fills, you can glance at the wall. A few meters away, to the right of the tub, there are some rounded hooks on the wall, as if to prevent accidents. There are three. You can hang your clothes and towel there, you only the latter once you're naked.
Below these hooks was a small table, which you hadn't seen when looking from the door because it was blocking it. It's close enough to the tub for an adult's arms to reach it from inside. Yours might not.
On top, there are products for a better bath. Perhaps a colorful ball will catch your eye... it resembles a lollipop without a stick. Maybe you'll recognize it from the popularity they've gained recently, it's a bath bomb. And its eternal rival accompanies it: a bottle of bubble bath. Starlo brand.
It's something for children. They say. Even the drawing is a rubber ducky in a bubbly tub.
You never had a bubble bath, nor a rubber ducky. Now you can have both, as there is one on that table too if you wish it to accompany your first bath.
The tub is filling. It's time to apply something if you want. After that, or not, you can get in. Perhaps it will surprise you. Despite your efforts with the faucet, it's a bit hotter than you expected. But you'll 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 quickly. The little wounds are cleaned with a purity that could only come from a gold-plated faucet... you can sit down.
The heat envelops you. Like a cozy blanket that melts away the cold that had seeped into you... the warm water presses and holds you... in a good way. Like a massage, that presses, and relaxes you.
You can lie down...
>Radio "How lovely... How lovely... 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 on 'Just Yesterday'... We bring you the music of yesterday. No more."
https://youtu.be/8bw5h-WPYBQ?si=pUW91C4fxuGM2AiS▶ Slower, softer... that song is more relaxing. Outside it's pouring rain, but here you are warm. More so than on many nights at the orphanage, nights where a single blanket—the same one, so thin it was used in summer—was all that covered them from the merciless winter...
This tub is more comfortable than your old bed... One might start to wonder about the reason for the existence of tubs. Are they truly for bathing... or just some kind of recreational addition?
Perhaps you should lather up with that soap on the edge to your right. It was still unopened. New... then you could rinse off or something... tubs don't come with instructions.
Or you could just relax. Look at the ceiling. Close your eyes... enjoy this sensation on your body... of the harmonious melody of
Sorry if I said I was going to reply to Dementia next. It's just that I got sick and was feeling so super bad that I wanted to write from Cece's side. You know, something with a more oppressive atmosphere and that kek I'm better now. But I'll be out for a few days because of an exam I have this week.
>>1802 >Pic 2 from Yoshimi Battles the pink robots Amazing album
>>1798 >my headcanon is that she's actually giant Or maybe she's just taller and can make herself giant. In the fairy tale she has her mom (suspiciously similar to Peach) and she doesn't look very big. But it's such an ambiguous case that it's misleading, they'll surely never explain it, like that strange origin of Peach they put in the movie.
>chivo At least in my country it's a term used to refer to a person with power. Hence the phrase: "You have to talk/deal with the chivo that pisses the most." More Venezuelan curiosities at 5 in the afternoon.
>Other languages can't make a Quixote! There's a literature professor on YouTube who also argues the same thing, summarizing his opinion badly: beyond the language, Don Quixote is a product of its time, being a critique 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-Hispanism, so his point of view might be a little biased.
>I haven't read it yet kek Me neither. In a non-ironic way, I would need to learn more archaic Spanish, which doesn't sound bad, it's interesting.
>but it looks like that relationship would hurt If we're superficial, yes, it looks like a manual red flag.
>he grooms his niece And then they call us degenerates when we include harems of shorstack goblinas, anyway, the hypotenuse.
>too into occultism If they existed, and I had certainty of it, I would dive headfirst into investigating them but I highly doubt I would have the courage to achieve it. Besides, there would surely be a lot of false information to catch suckers, governments involved, sects, in short, a search that, although interesting, is made for crazy people, kek. After reviewing a few, the holders as a prize weren't the panacea either.
>I never took the time to look for it. Me neither.
>SCP Maybe this will catch your attention. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RSbPdf3CGD8▶ >it's one of the ones Dementia can visit Dementia: They say Asgard smells like piss.
>I don't remember perfectly, but it always seemed to me that it fulfilled its purpose. The thing is that it's such a good series that when you limit yourself to just fulfilling its purpose, it seems like a mistake. It's very forgettable, especially when you compare it to Azula.
>but if I remember correctly in the Firebending book 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 about the theater (Although in this one they tried to create a weird drama/conflict between Aang and Katara that was unnecessary at that point, literally the last chapters). It would have been a shame to miss them.
>I'll watch Korra at some point too Me too. I remember watching the first season as a teenager, but I stopped there.
>someone horrible because basically it was the same as the fire lord before his son's death. He was a general in a war-torn world, fulfilling his mission. Surely in times of peace he would have been a beloved and respected fire lord, but he inherited a conflict. I doubt he was a piece of shit before his son's death.
>She's the mom of the group, and has interesting arcs, but I find it hard to rank her above the rest of the group No idea, I just empathized a lot with her during the rewatch. I really liked her evolution, the challenges she faces, and the lessons she learns, her kindness, and also her fierceness. She used bloodbending once, when she was about to kill a guy she thought was her mother's killer. Of all the characters, she's perhaps the one I'd be most interested in meeting.
>Ty Lee It's impressive the freedom they gave her to animate her in the beach episode.
>I also remembered she has a decent amount of screen time. She's been around since the beginning of the second season, but in my mind Avatar was a longer series than it actually is, so I thought she had more appearances.
>I liked her with Zuko kek But Toph was super disappointed with "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.
>he's a clone of homelander who is stronger because why not, right? Not only is he a clone, Homelander is good but stupid and it's the clone who causes the evil.
>In the comic I understand he's a pathetic faggot who even wets himself or something like that Yes. But I'll tell you something, I think Soldier Boy turned out cool by accident. I mention it because he's the polar opposite of the writers' mentality and what they defend, and because in Black Noir's and his group's memories, he's a much worse person than when we see him (Maybe the trauma softened him, I don't know).
insulting the original Kratos with the reddit discourse And I think the original Kratos wasn't even allowed to respond, was he? Try not to get angry, first wait for the remakes of the originals.
>at least a tribute image I don't know kek Throws a rom at you for $20 Happy now?
>grim fandango That one is tough. I never finished it.
>first-person shooters. I'm not, I just tried it and liked it. It's more of a stealth and positioning game, the enemies are so aggressive that it's very difficult to face them without having a clear path to defeat them.
>Like Duke Nukem 3D Or the classic Dooms. Exactly.
>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's a gem and adds tons of content besides changes to 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 transforms the dynamic and balances it a lot)
I'm opening Steam to see what you're referring to. I didn't lie when I told you I don't usually use it much.
>>1801 >>1802 >Cece The damp grass started on her ankles, she leans down and scratches with a roughness that leaves nail marks on her skin. After probing the source, she unpleasantly picks up the paper floating in the stagnant water. Her hunch was not wrong: It has something written on it.
(...)
But that doesn't help her, she doesn't understand the handwriting.
(Blood... Invocation... Seems like witchcraft)
She doesn't read it aloud, because:
(Evil Dead, 1981, directed by Sam Raimi, starring Bruce Campbell)
"Groovy..."
Her groovy came out watery, her shoulders slump under the weight of exhaustion, loneliness, so much loneliness. She wants to cry.
(...!)
Cece brings her knuckles to her mouth and bites hard, until she tastes blood and a couple of tears spring to her eyes, making her shudder and snap out of it. She stops biting, looks at her fist, saliva highlights the bitten area, red.
She sighs. Is physical pain preferable to emotional pain? At least in this moment, it is.
...
The confirmation of the last name evaporates the veil of dark fantasy that was oppressing her, and makes her doubt her experience with the big bad wolf even more. Maybe it was the nerves of the adoption, or maybe she was just daydreaming.
(But... Alicia would never leave me alone... Right?)
There is still much that bothers her, the absence of Alicia, the ghost of a look, that everything seems so old...
Now in the bedroom bathroom, Cece turns on the bidet, leans down, and makes a duck face to drink from the stream. She mistook it for a drinking fountain, although she found it strange that it was placed next to the toilet.
(Rich people stuff)
She also opens the shower curtains, singing in her mind:
She blushes upon realizing her own behavior. Fortunately, no one is watching her.
She leaves the bathroom to continue exploring the room. There's nothing in the closet that tickles her fancy, nothing with punch, with punk. Only one garment makes her eyes pop. She grabs the summer dress and brings it to her nose, inhales deeply until she runs out of breath. It's nothing perverted, she wants a confirmation of smell...
(Alicia?!)
She throws it on to check, if the bust area was too loose, there would be no doubt...
I'M BACK AND I PASSED! It's time to catch up on everything. YEEEPIIIIII. Tomorrow, tomorrow. I'll start tomorrow kek. I need a little break tonight. But I'm back.
>>1802 >>1806 >>1803 >Cece Cece's big eyes stare at the screen, the sky blue of her vacant gaze colored by cathode rays. She has only one thought:
(There's no Netflix...)
She flips past the baby channel, to the channel of the old man talking about old things, to the album channel. Cece blinks without changing her expression; she's at an age where she should like music, but not at an age where she's passionate about album covers. She keeps turning the dial and...
Alice...!
In Wonderland.
Cece almost loses her breath; the static for an instant made her look like the Alice she knows. She stays listening to the scene, clenches her little fists, and looks at her feet.
(I know it's better to do everything wrong, anyway, people never expect good things from you)
She turns off the TV.
A young woman stares at her reflection in the mirror. Eye contact is eternal, and it doesn't break even when she raises her arms to flex and show off her biceps. The muscle doesn't rise much... She drops her arms to her sides with force, her palms clapping against the contour of her thighs.
"Are you talking to me?"
She questions her reflection in a demanding tone.
"Are you talking to me?" She shakes her head, pretends to look both sides of the room. "Well, I'm the only one here, so you must be talking to me."
She's a tough girl.
She grabs the pink towel and heads to the bathroom. She puts the plug in the tub, and turns on the cold tap, then the hot, testing until she leaves both knobs in the ideal position for a satisfactory mix of temperatures.
She explores the compartments, finds shampoo and shower gel, and doesn't know the difference between the two. So many products seems excessive to her, when liquid soap used to remove grease from dishes was enough for her.
She climbs up to turn on the radio. She wants to play another song in her style, but the knob doesn't turn. She leaves it and steps back. She takes off the towel to hang it on a hook on the wall.
"YUCK!" She sticks her tongue out to one side and extends her hands to the other, pulling without looking at what she thought was a jawbreaker. The sphere lands in the tub and begins its bubble magic, making Cece realize what it really was.
She slowly submerges her little body into the warm water foam, first up to her knees, holding onto the edge of the tub and arching her back upwards, keeping her buttocks an inch from the water. If something pricked her, she'd jump so high she'd hit the ceiling lamps... Luckily, there are no spikes. She lowers her hips, shivers as she sinks her waist and the bubbles caress her above her navel. Her grip loosens, the tension filters out, she sits down. (Not... bad)
She closes her eyes and begins. She rubs her legs, leans forward and scrubs between her toes.
(Is this kinda like floating in your own juice?)
An intrusive thought that doesn't ruin the experience. She washes her arms, her chest, her neck. It hurts to untangle her hair with her nails, maybe the cheap dye is damaging it. She doesn't know if she should use the shampoo now, or before rinsing off the soap with the handheld shower... She opts for adventure, pours shampoo into her palm and rubs the substance into her hair. Using the soap, Cece's hands are especially attentive to her crotch, more so after her little accident.
At some point she's no longer interested in cleaning herself, she reclines on the waterbed and threatens to fall asleep. Maybe she'll drown, but she's so comfortable she doesn't care.
Click.
Cece's eyes snap open. Her reaction is instinctive, she grabs the edge and pushes with her legs, jumping up and sending foam flying. As she lands, her little feet dance against the floor because of how slippery it is, but her hand on the edge of the tub manages to keep her steady, just in time to face the shadow by the door.
It's only a blink, but it's enough to make Cece's heart race. It takes her a few moments to notice the music, and another moment to recognize where she's heard it from.
(The Shining, 1980, Stanley Kubrick)
She turns slowly and eyes the radio with narrowed, distrustful eyes. She approaches, stands on tiptoe, and turns it off. Now in silence, she sighs. She looks at the tub still full with a 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 she's Roja, and Roja is a hunter. But sadly, in Napoleon's absence, she hasn't felt as Roja as she'd like for a while.
Cece tests the shower taps for cold water, gets under to rinse off, then takes a few moments to dry herself with the towel, and returns to the bedroom to decide what to wear.
She makes a deal with the lingerie, chooses a color that doesn't get dirty easily, black.
(Nothing to be ashamed of, no one will see it anyway)
She grabs the white cardigan, a blue skirt, pantyhose, which are sure to be there, some sneakers. With the linen shirt she has to be more creative, she tears the sleeves off with her teeth. She picks up Amelie's ribbon from the floor, and finally retrieves the hood.
>>1808 My next response will be for 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 on the left when facing the oriel? That one leads to stairs that go down to the outside of the castle. Where you already went. The stairs I mentioned that go up, near the ones that lead to the garden.
Or do I take it as she waits? Because that's another option, just killing time in the room until she's called for dinner. She can even sleep or something.
I'm just asking so I don't assume anything on my turn and so I don't give you one just by saying something like: What will you do now? Although there is a small additional event in the room that also comes in the next turn.
>>1809 Depends: >if pseudo-confirms that the dress is Alice's Grabs her hood, goes out the main door of the room and checks the bedrooms in the hallway. >if he suspects nothing Stays in the room and lies down on the bed for a while, spreading his arms and legs like a starfish.
>>1796 You take the fairy, she lets out a single whimper when you move her, and you use her belly as a shield from the pain. She receives you with her arms around your little head, clinging to you just the same.
Her little body is small and soft. So soft that you can sink your face into it like cotton and think she has no bones. It's your safe space, just for you. Even if she smells like pee...
>Ribbon Level +1!
...
You have nothing on your back. Oh, 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. A hundred. Maybe if you use your non-dominant hand. Another hundred. Maybe with one finger. A hundred. Maybe if you just exhale. A hundred. No, for you, having these isn't much different from carrying nothing. And push-ups alone cost you as much as breathing.
>EXP +25%
"GO DEMENTIA, YOU'RE THE BEST!" -she cheers, waving her little arms with pompoms in her hands even though you're not making any progress-
>Sturlu "YEEEEEAH, YOU CAN DO IT, YOU CAN DO IT!" -she waves a foam finger with your face drawn on it, just as bad as you look on wanted posters-
>Merlinus "Yes." -at least he agrees-
Your heart beats strongly.
>LEVEL +1!
The temple, impregnable, with walls stronger than the entire mountain, rises before you. You face a wall. The vines, as dense as your arms, only gave it an extra layer of protection. They were the perfect punching bag.
You throw your first punch without hesitation, drilling through several layers of roots and vines before driving your knuckles into the divine rock. Both the temple and the mountain tremble as if you've caused an earthquake, your companions -even Ribbon who was in the air- stagger from the jolt.
>Ribbon "W-w-woooah"
>Merlinus "!" -falls to the ground on his butt-
>Sturlu "Aaa! wawawawa!" -waves his arms like hurried windmills to try not to fall, then, the only foot giving him support fails him in what looks like an upward kick- "WAAAAAH!" -falls backward, legs in the air-
Even you were not unaffected. Your arm looks like an electrocardiogram, vibrating until it reaches your body. You lift off the ground for a second, your head making a cymbal sound before you land again. Now with more determination despite the blush your knuckles gained. You throw another punch.
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 won't yield. You grit your teeth, strain your arms, your biceps bulge, veins pop around your entire arm, and your fists slam against the wall once more in an attack so fast it seems to impact like dozens of fists at different points on the wall.
CRACK
You hear a crunch. The wind rumbles and a crater larger than you forms in the wall before every trace of vegetation covering the temple shatters like simple glass.
You lower your hands, victorious over a now clean temple. But as you turn to share the triumph with your companions, you find them all lying in a pile from largest to smallest. Sturlu with his face stuck to the floor, Merlinus lying on his back face up, and Ribbon sprawled on his stomach as if seasick.
>Ribbon "I need another diaper..." -he mutters as quietly as he can-
>LEVEL +1!
...
(The water fell on Little Red Riding Hood. Stronger than a hurricane, ancient training like Aldebaran.)
(Or maybe not so ancient, but- LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD?!, WHY AREN'T YOU WEARING ANY CLOTHES?!) The water wasn't really as strong as you might expect. At this point, even if the waterfall was perhaps the most powerful you'd ever seen - thanks to the average in the magical world usually being top-tier in Midgard - it felt barely like a massage. If you were generous, because a massage would require much more pressure, even if it were a relaxing one.
>Sturlu "Is she bathing?"
>Ribbon "I don't know..."
>Sturlu "I don't know either... I've never bathed."
>Ribbon "Ah..." -Sturlu still makes her a little uncomfortable after everything that's happened, she doesn't want to talk to him much-
You weren't looking to be here to appreciate anything, but your hearing is as special as the rest of your being. And once you deprive yourself of sight and meditate, you can almost taste the sound.
The current of the waterfall hits the body of water that stretches before you just a leap away. A characteristic bubbling caress of purity that you can inhale. It smells of green. The birds love it, you perceive it in their joyful and varied songs, the trill from here sounds like harmonic whistles, the one from there is a warble that sounds like the voice dances in the bird's throat. Even the breeze has a voice, it's a weak puff with which Mother Earth tries to soothe you.
You think you can hear a petal opening and becoming a flower.
You can hear the Earth...
And she can answer you.
You can hear your heart... filling with this connection.
>♡
You float in nothingness. Your soul has returned. And you understand, somehow, that the Earth, though 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 a certain surprise... or concern on her face.
>Ribbon "...Are you okay, Dementia?"
...
https://youtu.be/p44G0U4sLCE?si=z-gvb5FXSY_XKFlz▶ You take a turn in the depths of the forest. You become a carousel for your sharp companion, spinning at full speed. The leafy forest doesn't even notice your actions until you stop, and you plant yourself firmly, ending up as the last thing planted when you create a new clearing in the forest. ...you could already do that.
>EXP +25%
...
Initiate combat! Again, behind you, only Ribbon, again, as enemies, Sturlu and Merlinus. This time, the latter wasn't acting.
>Ribbon "I'm not sure about this, Dementia..." -she's nervous-
>Merlinus Sturlu "FIIIIRE, FIIIIRE!"
>Ribbon "EEEEEEK!" -she waves her arms like crazy- "DEMENTIAAAA!"
RIBBON USES CURE (X2): +3HP, +3HP
The fire dies down, and you can stop spinning. The pain is gone, as if it never existed... but as you sigh, you let out a ring of black smoke that reminds you it happened.
>Ribbon "D-Dementia...?, Are you okay...?" -she approaches you with her lower lip sticking out, she was very scared. Enough to not even notice that her healing had improved a little-
>Sturlu "Ah. I can't use my magic." -she just realized-
>Ribbon "Huh?"
>Merlinus "I can." -she creates another fireball in her hand-
>Ribbon "NO!" -she points a finger at him-
Truthfully... You've taken worse hits.
>EXP 50%
...
https://youtu.be/B_Nw-X3Qsyc?si=2sbVquq6U7ljjgoC▶ The sky had darkened. The relentless rain fell as far as your eyes could see. But you didn't stop because of the bad weather. Your arms had gone down and up, again and again. As if Cariñitos was the trophy you raise with all the frustration accumulated after years chasing gold.
You cut the rain. Each upward slash causes the raindrops around you to scatter for a moment before falling again, drying you with the wind you produce with each stroke.
And so, again and again, you silenced the downpour. Hundreds of times, without anyone being able to count more than you... there were no changes...
Until she ascends with her adorable flight, the plump little fairy who accompanies you from the air.
>Ribbon "D-Dementia..." -she speaks to you, protected by a useless little leaf she holds over her head- "you did very well... Let's go"
It had seemed like a plain hour to you. You sure did a lot in that little time. The magic of montages... now, after being renewed, your team accompanies you to the start of the stairs, preparing to descend, because at your team's pace, and with how high they were, it 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 descend like a legendary girl who deserves her title more.
>Merlinus "I'm ready." -he confirms, prepared to receive orders when needed-
And the little journey to the foot of the mountain begins.
https://youtu.be/ldY0LriMc6U?si=KPw1SFk8zAxXhSDD▶ You descend the stairs, as a team. Ribbon flying behind you, Merlinus straight with both sleeves of his robe joined, Sturlu with long strides and exaggerated movements with his arms and legs reminiscent of DiCaprio.
The descent is calm, there's a little bird flying around, some pleasant breeze over there. And little else to highlight, it would be best to pass the time while you descended.
>Ribbon "Hey, Dementia..." -she speaks to you- "I think we're going to have to walk a lot now..."
>Sturlu "A lot?"
>Ribbon "A whole lot..." -but she doesn't walk-
>Merlinus "It doesn't bother me."
>Ribbon "I-it's not about whether it bothers you..."
>Sturlu "A whole lot?"
>Ribbon "Yes! Uh- Where was I...?"
>Sturlu "On the stairs!"
>Ribbon "No- I mean yes- but-"
>Merlinus "It bothers you."
>Ribbon "Uh... No! It's tiring. It's tiring."
>Merlinus "It doesn't tire me."
>Ribbon "Ugh..." -she rubs her face with her hand, she has no patience with this diaper- "I just wanted to suggest we get a cart to travel in!" -she exclaims, extending her arms and legs-
>Merlinus "Alright."
>Ribbon "But you don't decide that!"
>Sturlu "What is that?"
>Ribbon "It's-"
>Merlinus "A death cart."
>Ribbon "Huh?, No!"
Did that seem okay to you?
... They eventually come down, Ribbon gasps, Sturlu drags his arms as if he were a puppet. The little mage seemed to be fine, he had a bit 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 the prince charming still lying on the ground like Peter Griffin, trembling a little from the pain. Ribbon looks at him with some concern, Sturlu also leans to one side from behind you to look at his deplorable state. It's not that you measured the consequences before doing that, you simply acted, it was a difficult moment. No one is going to judge you.
>Sturlu "What happened to him, did he fall off the mountain? Hahaha" -well, he was knocked out- Ribbon glares at him-
>Prince charming "...chi..." -he lets out as a weak response-
>Sturlu "Hahaha" -Ribbon glares at him even more, Sturlu seems to feel it-
>Ribbon "..." -she looks at you seeking approval- "Should I heal him, Dementia...?"
The houses, all destroyed. Not like the wolf breaking roofs and some walls. The dwarves' homes had become little more than rubble. Ribbon looks on in horror, and Sturlu without knowing what expression to make... But your immediate attention would be stolen by the fire, the size of a small house, which now occupies the place of Sindri's forge.
If you were to approach and look, it would be like seeing a bonfire. The old man's house is burning, and then you see him, sitting on his anvil, also burning... but calmly.
>Ribbon "EEEK!, DEMENTIA, HE'S BURNING!"
>Merlinus "Fire magic..."
>Sturlu "..."
>Sindri cough cough "girl..." -he says, his vocal cords barely functioning, his face hidden under dense flames- "Did you 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 turn worthwhile. You know, you can check all the areas you want at the same time. Here's the map, although there's not much to see, the mine entrance has collapsed, and the X's represent the destroyed buildings.
>How did Dementia level up? I'll give you the stat recap this afternoon because I have things to do now. But she's gotten very strong kek
>>1811 >>1812 >Dementia The stairs are broken and twisted, they shed pebbles, and on many of them you can see the imprint of the hood's soles. Dementia went up and down so many times she could use the stairs without looking, and that's exactly what she does, her gaze lost in the distance, her mind focused on remembering the sensation that assailed her under the waterfall. It was strange, also pleasant, and made her feel capable of reaching out and touching any corner of the world, as if everything were one.
"Huh...? What were you saying?" She reacts and looks over her shoulder at the chatter of her group, who surely noticed she was a bit spaced out. "I'm just thinking about what I felt underwater... It was like... If I could hear them breathe, and the earth winked at me. Does that make sense?"
Probably not, but it doesn't matter, she's satisfied with what she achieved. She feels stronger, faster, tougher, more... Legendary. Her current self would have beaten up her self from an hour and a half ago.
"Ribbon can heal better now! And Merlinus threw those fireballs almost as if he wanted to turn me to ash."
The only one who didn't improve was Sturlu, but when Dementia found out, she let out a shrill "HA!" as if the fact were no big deal.
"Bah, your powers weren't that good anyway... We'll get you others, something you're really talented at."
Ribbon has an idea: a carriage. The fairy flies, but her little wings get tired, and the other two have short legs. The members of her gang are far from the pinnacle of maneuverability...
"A little more speed to get places wouldn't hurt... Grrrrr!" She slams on the brakes, stomps her feet, and starts pulling her hair. "If we had the gem... We wouldn't need a carriage!"
The whole affair brought her to remember her failure, it wasn't Ribbon's fault to recall it, the brain synthesizes some ideas with others, it's an involuntary phenomenon. The hood needs her faithful cuddle, and she extends her arms expecting it, smiling as she buries her face in her baby... And stops smiling as she smells a certain scent.
"We need to get another diaper soon." She whispers, low enough so neither Merlinus nor Sturlo can hear.
...
Dementia sighs seeing the prince in such a deplorable state. Someone who aims to defeat her shouldn't be so fragile.
"If we leave him like this, he'll die... Heal him, Ribbon, and let's look for the others too."
She finds what she expected. Fire, destruction, Starlo already mentioned it, claiming she was the one who did it. She didn't entirely lie, she's responsible for not hurrying, but above all for being unable to defeat Starlo alone. Near the burning blacksmith shop, they find one of the dwarves burning. The question makes the hood lower her face.
"We got past the temple... But we didn't get the stone. I'm sorry."
She confesses. Afraid of a potential resentful look, Dementia jumps with all her might, ascending like a rocket into the sky... But not without looking, the hood pointed at the storm clouds that she split with Caresses If the village 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 suck, filling herself with the storm water, her stomach inflating as if it could hold the entire ocean. She falls, landing with bounces like a water balloon, but without bursting. The hood spits a strong and prolonged stream of water onto the mushroom-houses, and onto the dwarf too, trying to put out the fire.
>>1806 >>1808 A drinking fountain. Small like the toilet, it catches your eye. You could drink a little. You crouch down and discover it has three taps, one marked blue on the right, red on the left, and one black in the middle of both.
Once you crouch down, because the bidet is so low, and turn on one of the taps. Water shoots out of a small drain like a geyser that hits you right on the bridge of your nose, between your eyes. It soaks your face and forces you to close your eyes, or to discover that this mysterious tap between the other two controls regulates the force of the stream.
If it didn't dampen your spirits, you could try again. With the stream regulated, it leaps and falls in a parabola like a fountain, allowing you to taste the water. It's water. Although with a slight plastic taste, it suffices to quench your thirst.
The shower invites you to play a little, you use the air to stab the air. Lately stopping yourself upon gaining consciousness. This is a bit embarrassing.
(Yes.)
But the thick walls keep the secrets, which are lost forever within their old stones.
Perhaps there are skeletons in the closet. Opening it, you see simple white fabric that is seared into your memory and pricks you so much that you pick it up and smell it.
You inhale deeply, your nostrils pressed against the fabric. Devouring the perfume it had soaked into. It was a scent of cleanliness, a scent that envelops you, of sweet patchouli...
The garment had been washed recently. But your nose was more sensitive than usual... and at the bottom of the dress, your keen sense of smell can barely detect subtle notes of yogurt peeking shyly through the aromatic thicket.
You try on the dress. It's long on you. You lacked a little height to wear it, but especially, even with clothes... you lacked chest.
>>1810 The hallway extends 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. To your right, the hallway extends, with three more doors on either side of the wall. Two and two, not parallel, but separated diagonally. And now that you look closely, with your flashlight, you notice there's one more. At the end. On the wall where the hallway ends.
The closest to you, given this diagonal layout, is the first door on the left. You move in your unnatural acquired silence to the door and stand before it. You push the thin wood and it opens without any problem.
The glimpse from the doorway lets you see a spacious area, similar in size to yours. But without an extra space for the living room.
It was a large room, with the main attraction being a large round table under an elegant, immaculately white linen tablecloth. Two chairs in parallel gathered the air to enjoy the surprise hidden in a plate covered with a gleaming silver cloche. And a half-drunk glass of red wine.
The smell inside was strong, and to your sharpened nose, worse. The spices penetrated your nostrils like drills, some stronger, others weaker. Together, potent. Still. You could smell rosemary, saffron, cinnamon, and even some vanilla. It combined with cedar wood and some metallic notes. It was a plethora of almost overwhelming smells in your state.
Further on, in things you could see only from the doorway... a wardrobe at the back from where you are, a Tiffany lamp to your left. It was on a nightstand, and it dimly illuminated everything with its abstract patterns now that the silver candelabras have their candles extinguished. 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 of this was observed by the painting of a man, who looks like a thin chef holding a bowl of sauce with a smile. The first time it's not the man with the mustache, and it's positioned a bit above the pillow, on the wall next to the bed.
To your right, on the wall opposite where you are looking, you find a large bookshelf, filled with books.
You don't find the bathroom door; one could assume it's on the wall next to the closet at the back.
Perhaps you could find more things if you went inside.
After observing inside, or not, you can try the next door. Diagonally to this one, to the right. You put your hand on the doorknob and turn. And turn. And turn. The latch rattles without giving you passage. It's locked.
The last door on the sides, diagonally to this one to the left, might be of interest to you as well. 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's a 3x3 room. No windows, no lighting, no bathrooms. Only a single bed, without sheets, without pillows, and a world of dust from someone living in abandonment.
...
Only the door at the end of the hallway remains, you open it. It's a space, also without lighting, where cleaning supplies seem to be kept. You see a large bucket, with a mop inside, a broom... some cleaning products on the floor. Bleach... you can't ignore that there's also a barrel in the middle of everything.
A barrel. Yes... made of wood. It stands out among the other things for having little to do with cleaning.
You hear footsteps, your radio starts playing again. The maid is returning with the things she took to put them back in this small closet after finishing cleaning.
>Maid "If anything needs cleaning, I'll take care of it, princess."
She announces, assuming that's why you're looking at this small closet with cleaning supplies. Also confirming your theory, she will clean anything you dirty. 2/2
>Dementia has learned: Multi Dementia! -Run so fast you create 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 Skill 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 3-sided dice to increase the stats you want Or one 12-sided die to increase a single stat.
>>1814 >>1815 >Cece Cece is a girl full of determination. A troublesome drinking fountain and a soaked face won't make her give up quenching her thirst. She manipulates the handles until she gets a perfect parabola of water, ideal for dipping her lips and sipping. She has to get on her knees for the task, and to herself she wonders who in their right mind would place a device like that so low and next to where one pees.
(I don't lack breasts, Alicia has too many)
She appears a bit defensive about the looseness of the dress, but more importantly, she confirms that her adoptive sister is in the castle.
(It's strange she didn't even show up to see me...)
She remains staring blankly into nothingness.
(Maybe now that she's rich, she's changed...)
It's a possibility. Cece doesn't know whether to play it tough and say she expected it, or to hang her head under the weight of betrayal. She doesn't decide on either of those stances, she prefers to find Alicia first and have her explain why she left her alone...
On the bench...
In the rain.
...
Cleaned by the bath and dried by the towel, Cece makes concessions with the wardrobe to be able to dress... Except for the slippers, because her athletic pair remains ideal despite the mud stains. She pulls up the hood and is ready to explore, but the sight of a thingy on the wall stops her and floods her with uncertainty.
(It's a... Huh...? A... A what?)
She frowns, rubs her temples with her fingers in circles, opens and closes her mouth like a fish, searches for words to describe it, and not finding them, feels terribly stupid.
(I don't give a damn!)
She punches the rectangle with the lower part of her fist, meaning with her fingers out. Being able to hit the red thingy relieves her and makes her feel more confident with her upcoming steps.
GAME SAVED.
...
She goes out into the hallway and closes the door behind her. She looks left and right, spots the maid, but Cece doesn't need a nanny. She moves to the next room... It stinks! The orgy of spices almost numbs Cece's little nose, which she has to cover with her hands. She enters, lengthening her steps, her big blue eyes scanning every piece of furniture and every shadow. She arrives in front of the circular table, the sight of the covered plate stimulates her imagination.
(A severed head!)
Holding her breath, she removes the lid. If there are no decapitated heads, perhaps there are other striking elements in the room.
(Books) She pulls out and shoves back various volumes from the shelf at random, not because she's picky about reading, she's just testing if there's a secret passage. If she saw a book of Alice in Wonderland, she'd borrow it after the following conclusion:
(They made a book out of the movie)
Finished there, she moves to the next room. She pulls the doorknob with both hands, it doesn't budge, but since it's an old lock, Cece peeks through the keyhole... The act reminds her of an urban legend, and she prepares her pricking pinky finger in case she sees only red.
Finished there, she moves to the next room.
(I'm a room-examining machine)
She faces the dust and gloom. The flashlight allows her to see beyond the neglect. It seems empty outside the bed, but a curious impulse makes Cece stretch out a foot... Which she then retracts. She shakes her head, those dilapidated rooms are an absolute red flag.
She closes the door and continues her inquisition, which leads her to the cleaning closet. Her gaze lands on a barrel, which makes her raise an eyebrow, because a barrel there isn't normal... Or is it?
(I bet that's where the previous adopted daughter's corpse is... Like in the movie Megan)
Cece fidgets, remembering Megan is Missing. She's about to check, but the maid startles her.
"Ah..." She calms herself. She turns her attention back to the barrel, then to the maid, and back again. It doesn't seem like they're going to stop her, she goes in and carefully removes the lid to look. Curiosity satisfied, Cece replies to the woman.
"You don't have to call me princess... Call me Cece... Or..." She was about to say Roja, but it makes her uncomfortable that an adult is talking to her like a friend. "You should tell me your name too..."
Cece scans the woman from head to toe, like someone looking strangely at a contemporary art piece. She has a wild idea.
"That room is full of dust. I want to see inside it, are you coming with me?"
(Maybe I shouldn't trust her so much... But... She'll be the one washing my panties, so...)
She points her gaze at the dark room. The place is still a red flag, but if a monster or a hockey-masked killer jumps out... It would be two against one.
"Do you know where Alice is? I want to see her," she adds, and if she's asking. "Did you happen to see a bat...?"
Napoleon's absence continues to make it difficult for her to feel Roja's strength.
>Merlinus "We're going to get the cart. And we're going to make it kill."
>Ribbon "Nobody is going to make the cart kill!, This joke has gone on for too long!, And Dementia decides that!" -whether to get it or not- "What do you think, Dementia?"
(The fairy asked, but Little Red Riding Hood didn't answer. Lost in her thoughts, she almost made Ribbon lose her breath.)
"D-Dementia...?"
>Merlinus "She's not talking."
>Ribbon "I know!"
>Sturlu "Then why do you ask?!"
>Ribbon "Huh?!, That doesn't make sense!"
>Merlinus "It does make sense." -no, it doesn't-
>Ribbon Merlinus "She's not hurt." -thinking of physical pain-
>Sturlu "Nopodopo." -wants to figure it out-
>Ribbon Merlinus "She said... Under the water." -not under the waterfall-
Ribbon just gives him a annoyed glance.
>Sturlu "Water." -Ribbon ignores him-
>Ribbon Sturlu "Ehhhh... I don't know."
>Ribbon She gives him a glance, not 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 thing with my heart was a bit 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 simply asked about the soul, I don't know if Dementia would have answered anything. It could be dealt with at the campfire.
>Merlinus "It does make sense." -repeats, even though you yourself think it doesn't-
>Ribbon "Huh?, You understand?"
>Merlinus "Little Red Riding Hood is learning magic."
>Sturlu "Woooow. You know magic?!"
(And then it became clear, that indeed Little Red Riding Hood learned an enchantment! A spell that came out of nowhere, water magic, the wettest.)
>Ribbon Merlinus Ribbon "...W-what?!, You do?!"
They improved! However, there was an exception Sturlu, who, arguably, was the only setback despite the hard work.
>Sturlu Ribbon "..." -pouts, that's ugly, but it still bothers him everything that happened between you. He still has to forgive her-
>Sturlu Ribbon Prince Charming Merlinus "He's going to die."
>Ribbon RIBBON USES: SMALL HEALING!
The little fairy raised her hand, and magical dust enveloped the dwarf (in height), a high-pitched sound like a soft chime, marks its completion. The fairy dust disappears, along with the prince's wounds.
>Prince Charming "I-I have to..."
>Ribbon "It's done."
>Prince Charming "Huh?!" -opens his eyes in surprise, sits up abruptly and looks at his hands in a hurry. He's fine, then he looks at them- "You healed me?, You? But-"
By then, they had already started walking a few meters away. The boy gets up, grabbing his wooden sword and the pot that serves as his helmet before following them.
"Hey, don't ignore the prince!" But everyone stops upon finding the dwarf under the insatiable flames. Burning from the red-hot that once gave him work. The prince stops with his eyes wide open in horror as the dwarf asks you his final question.
>Sindri Ribbon/ Sturlu /Blue Prince "Huh?!" / "Oh!" "Ah!" -they react like Dragon Ball characters-
>Merlinus "..." -he looks normal-
You adjust the pressure so as not to cut every tree around you, and without further ado, you unleash a geyser from your mouth. The iridescent torrent of water falls upon the village, flooding like a storm at ground level, the hottest flames with your water strike. The ground gets wet as collateral, the flowers are grateful.
The gust ends on Sindri, extinguishing the flames consuming him, and also those of his house.
The village fire is replaced by a rainbow. Almost making it look cheerful despite everything.
>Ribbon "WOW, DEMENTIA, THAT WAS AMAZING!" -never fails to flatter-
>Blue Prince "Wah... He put it out..." -he murmurs-
All your companions look at Sindri. He remained in the same posture, seated, with his gaze lowered. Smoking.
The dwarf raises his hand, signaling the fairy to stop.
>Sindri "Heh... It's okay, it's okay... I just wanted to see if you could do it. I've lived long enough." -Ribbon's eyes widen, she's speechless as Sindri lowers his 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 sorrow, even in his final agony, he wanted to give them one last piece of advice as an elder.
"Heh... You have good friends. Take care of them, girl..." -he gives one last look at the little prince, on whom the impact doesn't fade even when the blacksmith lets out a final cheerful laugh- "haha... hahaha..."
https://youtu.be/BL2uLzraqag?si=ZtIhK6oTuxSXFT7j▶ And so, a breeze carries him away like a small cloud of dust that still laughs a little before disappearing completely into the air. Because where there was fire, ashes remain.
The silence that followed lasted for a moment that felt long.
>Blue Prince "He- he's gone... My... blacksmith..." -he had never witnessed anything like it-
>Ribbon "..." -she lowers her gaze, in mourning-
>Sturlu "..." -he remained unusually quiet, observing where Sindri had just been sitting-
>Merlinus "Let's go."
>Ribbon "Huh-?" -she quickly looks up-
>Merlinus "We have to go." -is all he says-
They had to continue.
I was going to add one more scene, but I think it would have made it too bloated. It's your decision if you want to see anything else in the village, I don't know, I already said. Just mark the points on the map you want to look at.
Also, I'm feeling like you guys are eating too many Ls kek, but better times are coming!, Super mega cereal!
Also 2 I can't believe I forgot to put a well in the village kek
>>1817 The middle knob. You turn it, and see the stream's force diminish. You could close it until it was weak as a consumptive's last breath, or until it was the shot that pierces the pig's skull in the slaughterhouse. You adjust it, and it becomes a fountain, leaping and falling in a perfect arc to your lips. With the thirst you had, the plastic dyes matter as much as killing a cockroach. It quenches you. You feel somewhat better, somehow.
...
The thing.
Ruddy. Crimson. Vermilion. Ruby. Red. Insanely red. A square that probably is, or probably isn't. You see it, but your eyes fail without doing so. Its shape escapes your perception beyond the basic idea that it's a square.
The wound in the world seems to change. The red lines seem to shift with every blink, and like a pulse, it also seems to grow into three dimensions or flatten like paper.
Perhaps a heart from beyond, or a bag of pus, because it's so intense it's unpleasant. It tires your eyes and causes a migraine in the deepest part of your mind. And it seems to worsen the more you try to understand it.
And you strike the unknown.
https://youtu.be/oQ9EgWJbWLM?si=TGUKIc0NcRnIj8yz▶ Your world is painted the color of hell. You hear the iron of a thousand shackles scraping on rock. Everything tastes like bad memories. That small instant is the closest you've ever come to being struck by lightning.
And it was gone as quickly as one.
You were standing. And reality had healed. The red now inhabits nothing but your head.
>SUCCESSFUL SAVE!
...
You are in the hallway. The maid is little more than another piece of the scenery occupying the last place of interest. You look for the first door you haven't used, and remedy that by passing through it shortly after getting used to the spicy scent of the room.
You look at what you can. Now with more attention. Next to the bed, that painting looks better from here. The painting makes that person look like a ghost, skin white to the point of sickness and wrinkles that compete in number with the brushstrokes used to portray them. The eyes seem sunk to the limit of their sockets, almost shadowed by the rest of their face. It's someone old, but amidst the decay, that strange smile... it seems genuine.
As extra details, they wore white, healthier than their skin, a chef's hat... and unlike the other paintings yellowed by the passage of time, this one is preserved with such care that it looks like it was painted yesterday.
The wardrobe. It looks like mahogany. If you walk a little to the left, you can see the bathroom door, to the right of the wardrobe, similar to yours. But what interests you most of all is the bell covering the fine bone china on the table set as if it were art.
You take the pure silver, and move it aside to contemplate the more mundane. The plate is occupied by three cuts of meat of a fineness capable of being felt with a glance. Cooked to perfection, with no trace of pink juice, but bathed in a sauce of fruits redder than wine in a glass. You can smell it, your sensitive nose reacts to the fruity fragrance of blackcurrants, 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, appears to be pork. One of the three has a tiny piece cut near the edge, as if it had been the victim of a simple tasting and saved for later. The rich can afford that.
Accompanying it, 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 hadn't 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 spice jars. You hadn't noticed it upon entering because the door was blocking it, but you pass by it to go to the books. You move one, you move another. It's just a shelf. You try to see if there's at least something that interests you, like the master Lewis's work, but you find little more than an endless list of various cookbooks. 'ABC of Gastronomy', 'The Best Flavor', 'A Thousand Meat Cuts and How to Prepare Them'. All alphabetized, 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're in a place of interest and can't think of anything specific to look for, roll a d20 investigation and I'll pretend you find things by chance or something kekthis will soon be possible anywhere to obtain special items, for now, only in areas you consider of interest.
Disappointment.
You leave the room and try the next door. It's locked. But you don't hesitate to crouch down and peek through the keyhole. The other side is barely visible, in shadow due to the dim lighting of a lantern on a small table. But it's impossible not to see the center of the room.
Under the warm orange tint cast by the lamp, you see that enormous canvas, larger than you, almost completely torn. As if it had been ripped in a violent outburst...
What little paint remained is the lowest part of the canvas... where you'd swear that what you see painted is a wooden hilt, roughly worked, but almost familiar... TTT
And that's all. The view this gives you is so narrow it's annoying, and the little light doesn't help.
The last one has even less to offer than the one you could barely see through the keyhole. Darkness, silence, and abandonment. You already know these three, and you don't want to dive headfirst into a place where they coexist. You turn around and open the last door in the hallway, finding the cleaning closet.
The barrel is the new point of interest. The maid doesn't impede your inspection. You open it, and aiming your flashlight inside, you see at the bottom a small green herb, pot and all. >Take green herb? >[YES] [NO]
Probably another disappointment.
>Maid <No need to call me princess... Call me Cece... Or...
You trail off. But you allow space for her to respond. She stares, unblinking, straight ahead. As if you were a few heads taller, or as if she were lost.
"But that's you." -she replies, breaking the monotony with a certain weakness in her tone- "A spoiled little princess." -she doesn't say it differently, her always empty face doesn't change in the slightest, but her words might sting-
<You should tell me your name too...
She bows before you until her back is below your head level. And she complies.
"Letizia, princess..."
She reveals, and after that returns to the expected perfect posture. You look at her once more, and find the same thing you would always see. Perpetually open red eyes, sallow skin, as if she'd never known the sun, beautiful features on a face that doesn't use them at all, and a textbook posture she'd maintain until her back couldn't take it anymore. Letizia is a servant.
<That room is full of dust.
You look towards it. The maid slowly turns her head over her shoulder and catches sight of it before facing you.
"I know."
"It's my room."
<I want to see inside, are you coming with me?"
"No need, princess."
"There's nothing in there."
"I only use that room for sleeping."
(...)
<Do you know where Alicia is? I want to see her.
"Princess Alicia..." -she mentions, almost a murmur- "No." -meaning, she doesn't know- "I wasn't tasked with receiving her." -her dress was washed...-
<Did you happen to see a bat...?
"..."
She is silent for a moment, you might wonder if she even heard you. She stared into nothingness, her face a blank sheet. Her invisible ink signature. Nothing. Nothing.
>>1817 Bonuses noted for Dementia! I almost forgot to say what her rare item obtained was (I had already implemented it, but if I don't mention it, obviously you won't know kek) >Golden tent -set up a campfire as many times as you need. It doesn't get consumed after one use like normal ones.
>>1819 If you want to advance just tell me yes Cece follows Letizia's directions and I'll give you a turn with the layout of that area, implying that Cece would be particularly interested in the indicated place and then you can take the actions you want. So you don't feel this turn so empty.
Her heart, her soul. Dementia looks at the ground and wiggles her little fingers as she asks.
"I-Insane in a bad way?" She raises her puppy-dog eyes to the fairy. "Did you think it was ugly...?" The question leaves a halo of unease, like a bride asking her partner if she looks fat in her striped dress.
The hood denies with her head and hands when accused 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, no arcane powers. Daddy explained that well to me, and he knows a lot about the world."
But all the weird things that-
"It's called warrior's will," she puffs out her small chest as she clarifies. "Also, in some kingdoms, they call it determination."
The same determination that later leads her among the clouds, to fill herself with water, and fall to quell the fires with a stream from her singing lips. The rain with legendary girl's saliva falls, in turn generating a rainbow. That doesn't change the fact that the charred dwarf is ready to depart to the afterlife...
Dementia's eyes widen and she leans back, then her surprised expression fades, she bites her lip, nods, and tilts her head while hugging herself.
"I'll take care of them... And I'll make whoever did this pay. I swear."
Sindri leaves with the wind, giving way to the ceremonial silence that is brushed by murmurs and finally broken by Merlinus, who urges them to continue the adventure.
"Not yet..." She frowns, shakes her head, and places her hands on her waist. "I saw the woodcutter among the houses. Ribbon, can you go look for him and see if he needs help? I'd like to talk to him... Although he probably hates me."
Dementia attracted Starlo, and also failed to protect them from him. She acknowledges 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 were like Merlinus and felt nothing)
She casts a hard-to-decipher glance at the mage, and holds it in silence for a long minute, until she finally speaks.
"Merlinus, Sturlu, search the village, maybe we can get a cart or something of value from the ruins."
Looting!
"We're short on supplies... We need all the help we can get, and Dad used to say that if you don't take the spoils after a battle, someone else will. Also, if by chance you find more dwarves, we need to take them far from here... I already have a place in mind."
What happened to the village wasn't exactly a battle, but Dementia decides to apply the same logic. But while her group works, what will the hood do? First: Ignore the prince, she's actually been doing it for a while because even though he's cute, she finds him annoying and he also thinks she's a horror. Second: The little red riding hood's eyes focus on the end of the rainbow...
(Gold...)
She takes a small detour to see if she can steal the leprechaun's pot. After concluding the matters in the dwarf village, Dementia would begin preparations to head to...
The fairy village!
She wants to see how everyone is. The Bloodaxe is sick of so much destruction and death, she's nauseous. And maybe if there are any surviving dwarves, she can take them there.
Another important matter that needs to be resolved is Ribbon. She can't stay too long with a dirty diaper or she'll get a rash, and not just in a bad mood.
"Ribbon, come with me. I need you to... Eeeeh... Help me with the plans to get the next stone." She would tell her when they are about to leave, and take her to a nearby stream to clean up.
Dementia is steeling herself to present the fairy with perhaps the most complicated challenge of her life... She bites her lips and doubts if she'll have the guts to ask. The idea Dementia is considering and doesn't know whether to express or not is: Tell Ribbon to ditch 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.
You enter.
https://youtu.be/JFnjwGlzX6A?si=ZEGDkMCDZPEYjn6Q▶ 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.
>>1834 Ribbon had good intentions, but the group's distinct mental capabilities came with confusion. The poor fairy was as blocked as she was upset, things that happen when your words get twisted.
>Ribbon <Yeah, Ribbon. You said my soul looks nice to you and I believe you.
Your little fairy sighed with her eyes closed. Her hands, which she had already lowered, relaxed until they hung limp from the weight of relief.
(What luck that she understood my explanation...) -Ribbon thought, but it wasn't just logic that made Little Red Riding Hood trust her!-
<Yours is nice too, I don't need to see it, I just know
"Uh?" -the little fairy opened her eyes at your confession, but the surprise didn't last long. From the corners of her lips a tender smile formed, lighting up the red little lights on her chubby cheeks; it was a compliment to her soul, which she discovered she loves-
>Merlinus "I don't believe it."
Ribbon's little face seemed to invert. If it had just been shining like a gold coin, now with her brow furrowed it showed a slight shadow. She turned, her cheek -no longer blushing- puffed out, body leaning forward and fists extended at her sides, like a delta-wing plane.
>Ribbon "Why not?!"
And her tantrum voice was powerful as a bomber plane!
>Merlinus "Strong souls are rare. All the others are the same."
>Ribbon "That doesn't matter!" -she whipped the air with a small stomp accompanied by a herding hand motion. There was no sound, but she made her complaint clear- "It doesn't mean it can't be pretty!"
>Merlinus "I don't know." -he had no idea about aesthetics or those things, they weren't made for that-
>Ribbon "Hmph. Well, Dementia said so." -and she believed you. So, cruelly according to her, she just turned her back on the mage with indifference to his posture- "Besides... I do know things. Many things..." -she said, appealing to a fact that is true-
>Merlinus "Well."
Merlinus didn't care, but Ribbon ended up in a bad mood. This situation could have been her wet diaper's fault. You planned how to resolve it, but first, some errands in town.
<Ouch... Merlinus and Ribbon turned quickly at the sound of a groan. Sturlu was somewhat out of it. And although you had two pairs of eyes, it was no surprise to know who worried even though she saw no immediate danger.
>Ribbon "Dementia?, are you okay?"
Her voice trembled, and she looked at you with some tenderness. You didn't want to jump to conclusions, but you couldn't help but be startled.
Luckily, you were fine. As fine as one can be who has returned from the beyond. You had to focus on other things.
(And so, Little Red Riding Hood showed her leadership! She entrusted each one with a task. And when there was uncertainty...)
<You're the only one in the group who knows how to use, you know, the right words
"Ah..." -she lowered her head-
(You calmed them!)
"I-I guess... You're right..."
You convinced her, she convinced herself, and thus, Ribbon set off on her little adventure. The other two followed, leaving you with the chihuahua prince, who started barking at you.
>Blue Prince <And how do you know it's stealing!
"Because I know!" -unbelievable-
<Have you stolen a lot, haven't you?!
"Huh?!"
Horror painted his face as if your words had been a bucket of paint, the prince jumped in place, but soon returned to his exaggerated seriousness. He crossed his arms and escaped your gaze with a 'hmp' accompanying the brusque movement of his chin in offended primness.
"The Blue Prince..." -and he spoke in the third person! What next- "...possesses infinite riches! Never, oh, would I need to steal."
(Hm... What a curious little thing, weren't you trying to hunt me down for the reward?)
<And if you don't like my methods, well, come on, stop me, I dare you!
"E-!" -he opened his eyes and uncrossed his arms in a startle, his little mouth shot out to say something, and the word melted into a failed sigh born of nervousness- "A-a-and!" -he stammered, without turning around. Soon, his eyebrows rose higher, and he returned to closing his eyes and feigning the solemnity that a certain good idea granted him- "...no. Only because I have decided to have a truce for..." -and after speaking a bit with a slowness that grew with each word, he deflated in place, realizing what he was saying. He had opened his eyes, and they reflected the sorrow of mourning- "...respect... For..." -he sighed, he never looked at you, but you could see how he didn't take his eyes off the ground- I don't care, your decision.
There was no Leprechaun. But the dwarf prince who was now following you served a similar function, being short and funny - until he got annoying - you shook your head at him, he stopped and raised an eyebrow for a moment, resuming his march alongside you.
"WHAT WAS THAT, COMMONER?! In Midland, complaining about the prince would be a global offense!"
(Ahem. If it's only in one place, it wouldn't be global, little one!)
The red and blue duo achieved nothing, soon returning to where the walk began. There, Rumbar returned.
The situation escalated quickly. The big one picked on the weakest, and the one who wasn't much better tried to help. The prince was repelled like a fly, and the tension was left in the hands of those who carried axes.
Rumbar glared at you. The anger filling him seemed to be anesthesia for any fear. You had allies supporting you, and he only had his weapon.
But in reality, it was just the two of you. Merlinus, Ribbon, the prince. They were there, but you had to resolve this between yourselves.
>Rumbar Blue Prince/Merlinus/Ribbon "OW!" "!" "AH!"
You invented the earthquake. The vast plains of the magical world vibrated under your foot. The village shook violently, like a rubber band that had been slapped. The carriage fell, and, if there had still been any houses standing, they would surely have collapsed. Not even Rumbar could avoid the shock at seeing the world around him turn into a snow globe in the hands of a child.
When it stopped, your little friends were dizzy. Turning to look at the ground, you discovered that, all over the village, it had cracked and even split from your outburst. Rumbar returned to look at you, regaining his ill intentions, as anger clouded his judgment. It clouded it even when seeing the impossible.
<And I want you to do it too, so that when the day comes, you will be one of those who help me defeat Starlo
And then, he loosened his axe. It was only a second, a hesitation before regaining his resolve.
Options were running out, and the stares still burned. Finally, you raised your weapon, and the lumberjack prepared himself too. The blade of affection divided the world into the duality that has always pursued you. >[FIGHT] ♡ [MERCY]
The options returned. As always, it was up to you to decide the fate of what was before you. And with your heart caught between the two extremes...
<Either 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...
You gave one last chance.
<You will die here
Ribbon was too dizzy. The two boys were too. It was just the two of you, and your weapons.
Many times warriors reached this point. Only the wind as a witness, with furious gazes that spoke for themselves. In their hands, they held not their weapons, but the lives that would be at stake during the final duel.
One step was enough for everything to turn into bloodshed again. One step to become worms or ash. Every second felt like a minute, because that's how slowly things seem when one's life is on the line.
You saw his gaze furrow. More. More than ever. And his hands tremble like those who can barely contain their fury.
But in reality... you saw pain.
https://youtu.be/Bgu3ZHqm2SI▶ As if struck by an arrow in the stomach, he squeezed his eyes shut as much as his teeth. From between them escaped a weak whimper with which the dwarf fell to his knees. With which he had to drop the axe and put his hands on the floor to avoid falling face-first.
>Rumbar "I've lost everything... Don't you understand...?"
"My father... My home..." -he hit the floor- "EVERYTHING!"
"They took it from me... AND I COULDN'T DO ANYTHING!"
(Almost like Ribbon...)
"AND I'M FURIOUS." -he straightened up, looking at you with the same anger even on his knees- "I've never wanted to hit so much..." -he admitted, panting, not from exhaustion, but from anger- "to hit you..."
"You want to give me orders?"
"Telling me not to misbehave?! When I took your hand, this is what happened!" -he looked around-
Destruction.
"Is that what awaits me if I follow you...?"
He lowered his head. He had lost everything.
"I lost everything..."
It sounded like defeat.
"How could you understand...?"
You had these little ones who would run to help you.
"..."
He let out a heavy sigh... Perhaps he had little more to say.
>Ribbon Campfire conversation added: about magical food
So you had options. You could go to a Terrarian settlement, find animals that came from the human world... OR EAT A LIVING MAGIC CREATURE!
(No, no, that's not...)
<Wait... I think we're missing something... Something very, very important. What could it be?
"Hm?"
Ribbon's chin rose a few centimeters, just enough to spark curiosity in her little eyes. You thought. What was missing and very important? Two things, you concluded. But Ribbon remained clueless about what you remembered, staying expectant until that ridiculous prince's speech threw both of you off track.
<What's pretty is also crazy
Ribbon didn't add anything, still looking confused at where the little one had vanished, but she agreed. Merlinus had nothing to say in general; he was, as always, there. Accompanying until one of his comments, ranging from dry to sharp, was worth it. Your gaze seemed to activate him, so he raised it just enough for your eyes to meet. He was ready for another order, and it came.
>Merlinus <Can you look for Sturlu? I'm worried. Make sure he's okay
"Alright."
And he didn't hesitate to obey. He was your soldier; he turned on his heel at your command.
<Hey, Merlinus...
And, stripped of the typical frustrations of a human, he turned back with the same almost mechanical dedication as always. He had to obey, and he wouldn't mind how many times you stopped him to add instructions. He wouldn't wait for you to stop sharpening your ears to complain; he would fulfill it, if possible, and return to waiting for another order.
He was a simple being, moving along the lines his creator had drawn. They were limited, but in your eyes:
<I know you don't care what you think of me, but you're very helpful. Thanks
Things were like that.
"..." The mage could not express anything. He stood there in one of those silences where the most beautiful, or the most horrible, thoughts are born, but always the deepest ones. Ribbon looked at him attentively, as if she could decipher what lay behind the only thing that made up the mage's face. But as always, the eyes, which in all of us reveal more than lips, in that face of shadows were nothing more than unengraved medallions.
Merlinus resumed the mission, turning his back on you, and soon you had his figure moving away with the same insensitive silence that governed his life. Ribbon sighed, her drooping eyes sharing with you a small disappointment that needed no mention.
Perhaps Merlinus was still just a simple dark mage without feelings.
...
They parted ways. The path was gentle, as Mother Nature is with the little fairies dedicated to caring for her. After a while, the Mycelium and the enormous mushrooms of the dwarf village waved them goodbye from behind, and the trees that formed a new corridor, or entryway, welcomed them with the melodies of the forest. Which should be clarified, it was different from the mushroom forest, just as a string instrument differs from a wind instrument. Little birds here, mooing there, however strange it sounded.
>Ribbon "Hm..." -she looked around a bit, as if getting used to the green again-
<"What will we use to collect the water?"
"Oh?" -she suddenly looked at you, as if you had pulled her out of some thought- "ah..." -she raised her head slightly, and her little lower lip stuck out when she failed. She lowered her head- "I don't know..." -her little lips rose slightly, as if she were even thinking in the fog of having no ideas-
You, more practical than logical, rummaged through your reliable inventory. Your hand, now without even the barrier of your lost gloves, groped in the extensive darkness of the bag and remembered your items:
>inventory 4/8 -crossbow "A hairpin with a handle to which the ends of a rubber band are attached to stretch it and shoot small stones or pellets." That is how the RAE describes it. Charia calls it 'the thing to throw coconuts with' (Ranged weapon. Equipable.)
-fire flower spicy, nutritious, bite it once and the fire powerup activates! (+3HP and turn into Fire Dementia [single use])
-koopa leaf A leaf that koopas love to eat. It is said to be nutritious. (Recovers 3 DT) - large fang: once belonged to some legendary being, but it wasn't permanent so it fell off. Seems sharp enough to pierce stone.
>ammo bag -coconut (x15) Is it a coconut? A nut? The terror of Ribbon? Who knows... (Can be thrown with a slingshot to deal damage. Throw it by hand (roll 2) for a chance to stun an enemy.)
>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 glass container meant to hold liquids... A bottle, basically.
-Ancient Scroll: an old 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 Curly. Find someone who can read maps to travel to unknown areas like this.)
"Wow! Which of these things could someone use to carry water?"
<I wasn't even qualified for this... Odyssey... Did I say that right?
Ribbon looked curious, thought about commenting on the first part, but gave priority to your question.
"Oh, yes, Dementia. Odyssey..." -she confirmed, and tried to think of how to steer the conversation back to the previous topic, luckily you took care of that-
<I mean, I'm not even old enough to get married. Still about three years to go, a whole lot! But here we are... And I'm glad to have you as a companion.
"Three...?" -she asked, looking up at the sky with nostalgia- "The only fairy to ever get married was Queen Titania..."
Her name always brought mixed feelings. The love she felt seemed to lose out to the recent pain, even after all these years. But to that heart-wound, you added sugar with your tender confession, and the fairy was able to stay in the now before suffering the past. She looked at you, with renewed interest, loaded with that childish interest all little ones have when they think they're connecting the dots in real time.
"Are you almost ready to be a mommy, Dementia?" I watched you, and I couldn't believe it. Even if, by comparison, the Queen and you were barely distinguished in height, I saw both of you as very different. At that moment, you seemed much closer to herself or to Pumpkin than to the Queen or Oberon. That was at least the impression she had. And she didn't know why.
"..." -after that, she no longer avoided smiling- "I... I also..."
The thread of conversation, which had frayed, perhaps made that something a bit confusing. But she clearly meant that she was also glad you were her companion.
(She says she's glad to be your companion, she just went in circles.) -I clarified just in case to Little Red Riding Hood, in case things got weird-
You had rarely seen Ribbon so excited. Or perhaps that was a lie, since the fairy hides nothing. The important thing is that Midland fascinated her! Unfortunately, such wishes would come to nothing.
<Don't worry about the mount, we'll fix it...
"Hm." -she nodded, the little throat sound accompanying the silent affirmation and her smile-
<But before, I'd like to return to the Fairy Village.
"Oh? Why?" -she asked, disappointed, as if you had just forbidden her from going to the amusement park-
<I realized the obvious, and it's that they are very unprotected.
"Oh..." -her spirits sank, like her little body, just realizing that, and that came with the weight of worry-
<We should do something about it, don't you think? Prepare them to defend themselves if necessary.
"Uh- uh- b-but... It's a hidden village-" -she said, agitated, before abruptly falling silent with a start comparable to someone remembering they left the stove on- "Uh- Starlo must already know how to get there!" -she exclaimed, fluttering with nerves-
The Koopas were part of her army, the wolf her latest addition. And now with the Space Stone, she could travel to any point in this or any other dimension.
"Ay... Ay Dementia..." -she clutched her little chest in distress- "My chest, my chest!" -she waved her free hand, pressed her lips, and exclaimed holding her breath to make it sound forced; it was hard if she was really going to have something or not-
>>1835 https://youtu.be/IBB_4eHKYtk▶Once you got Ribbon to relax, which shouldn't have been too hard, you could appreciate the lake. Your fairy sighed. She was looking at the lake, so perfectly blue it was surprising. The trees, which were the natural walls of the small clearing, swayed their manes gently. They were leafy dancers to whom the breeze whispered the melodies that made them keep time with their heads.
But beyond the beauty, the primary observation was that even with the leaves rustling, there was no trace of the slightest green invader in the water.
>Ribbon "Hm..." -she murmured with a thoughtful face- "Hey!" -she exclaimed in one of those startles we give when discovering something, turning her face as serious as a lawyer who just found a blatant contradiction- "This is more of a pond!" -she concluded after that moment of observation, waving her little arms as fast as she could flap her wings-
Ribbon could distinguish them. And apparently, doing so was more important than paying attention to the supernatural cleanliness of the pond. After all, the supernatural was the natural here.
<if you really want to go to Midland...
She looked at you, her eyes shone like a starry sky that poets would give their hearts to. Her little hands joined in front of her chest in two upward fists that seemed on guard, but in reality only held excitement.
"I want to!" -she exclaimed, lifting off the ground with rapid flutters-
<You'll have to bathe first!
"Bathe...?" -she asked, slowly lowering her little face, she didn't lose the tender glow in her eyes, but the exultation waned, replaced by a affected baby sadness- "nu want... don't like bathimeh..." -after the baby talk, she extended her lower lip. Ribbon turned out to be one of those babies who avoid shampoo and soap until the last consequences-
It was easy to see she was just acting. You set the example, you untied your hood, and soon after you weren't Little Red Riding Hood anymore, but just Dementia. With golden skin under the divine glow with which the day painted you.
(I'll cover my eyes!)
Ribbon, on the other hand, watched. Her blinks indicated confusion, the kind of not knowing how to react. But the trust you had with your small body, well-toned by life, and barely blooming -more there than here- suggested calm to her.
https://youtu.be/xtSzaejLYwY▶ You walked, Ribbon followed with her gaze the golden trail of your loose hair, which joined nature in the slow waltz of the trees, swaying only the centimeters the breeze guided. You were like a painting, that treated the gaze with the fleeting glimpses your golden strands allowed your tender figure.
Ribbon was fascinated by the magical scene. She almost forgot you were a warrior while your small feet split the surface of the shallow water. It was cold, but you got used to it quickly.
You could go deeper, hiding your small curves in the blue, and blending your hair with the surface as it gained tenderness, forgetting about being messy to relax like you. You called Ribbon with a hand, and she, attracted by your comfort, took the steps that left her a palm's length from the shore. Still with huge curiosity, or fascination... or both, since sometimes they complement each other. She looked at you with her mouth open, and then, you threw water in her face! It was fast; she barely managed to kneel and close her eyes before the wet sound exploded in her face. She let out a tiny squeak, and that sealed her fate. When the contact between her face and the splash passed, she kept her eyes closed.
"Pfff"
She had to huff so hard to clear the water from her mouth. She was soaked, wiped her little eyes with her forearm, and then looked at you with the irritation one would expect from someone wearing a wet diaper.
"Dementiaaa! You threw water in my face!"
Apparently, throwing water wasn't a game Ribbon knew. She was more into tea parties, something you still owed her. Ribbon sighed. "Osh," she said, sounding whiny. Now she really needed a bath.
Frowning, she grabbed the little dress by the collar and pulled, holding her breath.
"Nnngh"
The pop sound it made once she could get the dress off her little head sounded like a plunger. She tossed the clothes aside, leaving her little chest exposed; it was small, like everything else about her. On her little body, there were two tiny strawberry yogurt stains side by side.
She looked thinner than she seemed in clothes. But if you looked closer, you'd notice from her chubby cheeks that she was still holding her breath. She didn't notice this and proceeded to take off her diaper before thinking to take a breath. She detached from it carelessly, and it fell by its own weight. Ribbon's femininity was there, highlighted by her chubby and flushed appearance. Ribbon CONCHA
She did a few foot movements and goodbye shoes. Then, her hands went up and finally removed, just like you, that which gave her her name. She dropped the little bun on the ground, and now she really seemed very naked.
Finally, she took the step that erased the inch of distance and stuck her thumb into the surface, making it splash.
"Eek!"
She pulled her foot away. The water seemed freezing! You then saw, in such carelessness, her little belly grow as she regained her breath. When she faced you, that little belly -no navel because she was born magically- stuck out as one would have imagined.
"Dementia, it's very cold!"
It surprised her not to have felt it like that when you threw it at her.
"I-it's okay, I can..." -she took steps back, creating distance- "I can..." -lifted a little foot- "I caaaan!" -she ran towards the lagoon to force herself to enter-
Ribbon ran a bit, and then thought better of it too late.
"I-I can't!"
She tried to stop. It sounded like a skid, and she managed it halfway. She ended up right at the edge, waving her little arms like windmills while trying to avoid falling.
"WaAaA~!"
She was balancing, like magicians who stand on chairs that are supported by a single leg. At that moment, the mind betrays you, just like it did Ribbon, because right there it never even occurred to her that she had wings. Did she then curse the desserts? Because that extra weight on her little belly seemed enough to make her tip forward and fall to that side.
"EEK, DEMENTIA CATCH ME!"
Catching her wasn't difficult. But it was your decision. Perhaps you would have had more fun watching her fall into the water.
3/4 (possible)
Here I tell you if you like the scene as it is and want to respond now. If you want me to extend it a little more, just reply to this post saying that Dementia catches her or lets Ribbon fall, and I'll write a bit more from there.
Your hands were already her platforms by that point, yet she kept screaming as if the cancelled fall hadn't been mere centimeters.
"Uh?"
She opened her eyes. Thanks to her near-fall, it had only taken a slight extension of your arms to catch her from below her little limbs. Your hands encircled her small torso, feeling the fine skin of her tenderest years.
You looked at her from that distance we use to gaze at what we hold in our hands, and she returned your gaze with the curiosity, or surprise, your rescue had caused her. In those huge eyes, and that little mouth again imitating the roundness of said eyes, reflected the pure innocence that allowed you to lower your weapons.
You could see her clearly. Her round cheek, once scratched, was now healed. Forgotten, save for a thin red line—the shadow the pain had left behind.
Pink on top, messy; pink on the bottom, intimate. Not a single hair out of place on that big head, which was the fullest part, filled with ideas. Second was her belly, full of love. And sweets.
You rarely got to see her so well. She looked so good that if you didn't know her, with that adorable figure and those little touches of blush, you might be fooled into thinking you held a cute cherub in your hands.
"Ah."
She said, looking down at the water. Her reflection seemed surprised to see her, but truth be told, it was just imitating. It also imitated her ritual of taking a breath, audibly through her nose. Getting ready. She lifted her gaze, and now the real you were imitating her.
It is said that magical beings cannot possess determination like humans do. But in her narrowed little eyes, you saw a clear resolve that stuck to her voice:
"Alright, Dementia, I'm ready!" —before anyone could ask why, she added— "Dunk me in the water!"
It was an order! But at the mere attempt to comply, she added: "E-E-WAIT!" -exclaiming- "eh..." -she curled up in your hands, her sides folding a bit into what we call rollies- "B-but don't let go..." -was she scared? She looked to the side- "It's so cold... If you let go I'm gonna jump..."
You'd just seen that, when she only tested the water. You'd have to hold her like those jumping sawfish that subdue bears. But it was just you against the bear, even if it was the cuddly kind.
"Slowly, please..."
If you listened, since she asked for care directly, you'd lower her. Her fingers were about to touch the water, so she lifted her feet up to her knees. When she reached them, there was no escape.
"Eep!"
Her skin touched the water and you felt it shivering down to the bones. She stretched her legs from the reflex of feeling something very cold, and that made them submerge too.
"Eek, so cold!"
She waved her little arms and body, but she was already halfway to the goal. You finished submerging her body into the lagoon in that spot that was only deep for her.
"Brrr..."
She shivered for a second.
"..."
She stopped, her face returning to the neutrality of total confusion.
"?" -she looked down at her little body now hidden up to her chest by the cloudy glass, the reflection smiled at her, and she showed it to you by lifting her own little face- "DEMENTIA, I DID IT!"
She waved her arms, but now happily. Sometimes, even when things seemed hard, it was just a matter of trying.
Ribbon smiled big, she had gotten used to the cold quickly. Then she lowered her hands, which submerged again.
"Uh... And now, Dementia?" -she asked looking up, you'd have to guide-
I have ideas, but I don't want to force scenes. I've already left it so that maybe you listen and yes, you put her in the water carefully. Also, as you know, you can change that to your liking. Dementia could grab Ribbon and use her to slam dunk a basketball hoop before she falls into the water if she wanted. I'll just change the scene I already wrote here to fit your actions.
Cece's turn tomorrow. I got inspired kek >>1838 >Looks like a Gerudo, or do all Gerudo look like Din? Secondly, we have to remember that Din shares a name with the primordial goddess from Zelda. So it comes from there. Same with Nayru and Farore.
Din gave the Gerudo their darkness.
>It's because in that game the star is Midna I know, and it's understandable, but at the same time it's, in part, a pity. I'm not saying it about the Zelda in that game, who we only see being solemn and such, but more about short-haired Alicia Ilia, she had so much potential. What a shame how they left her completely aside. She had the advantage of being a childhood friend and all little keks with that ending, she was totally devoted! But Link got bewitched by the damn dark world and abandoned her.
>A question capable of starting a war between two realms: Which do you prefer? Imp Midna or True Form Midna? Is there anyone who prefers the big form?
>Imp Midna full force, kek. Nintendo created a genre with her. I agree. It's impossible not to love her when you talk to her and she says "awgsgehw piiii" Kek that "piii" she said at the end with her sweet voice full of echo always liked me. And then the moan she made when you accelerated in wolf form. They knew what they were doing.
>Your impressions are making me want to play it again. But I can't, the backlog! The backlog! Little keks. It's crazy, the backlog just grows, and grows. It seems impossible to defeat! I almost give up.
>It's recommended to bump into her I did it, just to see her a couple of times. But it wasn't very useful to me honestly. Now I don't remember well if she dropped a potion once or if I'm imagining it, but that would be the only interesting thing. Well, and that after bumping into her a lot she started flying in a vacuum cleaner kek
>also hers, so you can steal from her, kek I always did it, Argensimio mode of Buenos Hambres, I didn't leave her a single cent. The worst part is that I didn't need it kek, I don't know how but most of the game I went with the rupees at max. >Surely many kids liked her attitude, they grew up, started drawing her, and that's when her fame solidified. She has that something that sparks a cute childish crush. I felt something similar when I was little towards some mean girls in cartoons; Maple wasn't mean-mean, but she was grumpy and haughty. That attracts too, kek. I get it, I get it.
>You'll have to wait for the Oracles to get remade so that, maybe, you can get some more interaction with her. Better make A Link To The Past more fun for me.
>Noooooo, you ruined one of my favorite races, I hate you! Little kek
>As a counter, I'll let you know that surely Saria turned into an ugly and short Kolog. Yeah, I had that in mind, little kek. If you recall, the Kokiri already become those since Wind Waker, although if I remember right they were still called Kokiri there. In fact, there's a theory that says they actually always looked like that, like leafs, but hid their appearance so Link would feel comfortable. To me it doesn't seem like that makes much sense because when you meet Mido as an adult and he doesn't recognize you he looked the same kek. But it's there, whoever wants to believe it is free.
What I will debate with you is the ugly part. My beautiful Saria would be a BEAUTIFUL Kolog.
>Do you know which Zeldas I have pending? The DS ones. I feel like downloading an emulator and giving them a try. Well go ahead, but know that, as far as I remember, they are those games that make the most of the DS. You'll have to assign a blow button, and I think it's played purely with the touch screen (but I'm speaking from hearing half-baked things a long time ago, things I don't remember well so take it with a grain of salt). Luckily for you, emulation of those games is already perfect. It's not that they are heavy, it's that I understand there were silly things where you couldn't progress without doing certain physical actions, like closing the console at a certain point. That can already be emulated like nothing.
>>1836 >>1837 The high ceiling, with golden engravings, sheltered you from the night in its luminous womb. Or rather, in the uterus, where art was gestated. Where the pieces that watched you were born, and which were once a fragment within a head.
Bodies surrounded you. Trapped on canvases, or constructed from plastic in the eternal silence of objectification. You respected, and imitated the quiet nature of those around you, and took those steps with the care that thieves would wish to have.
Naturally, you made no noise. The wings surrounding your ankle silenced your feet. It was like a killer pillow. Even if you wore heels, you would make no sound, your feet were gagged like the screams of the suffocated.
But that didn't remove the habit. The wings were new, the habits were old. Even if you didn't have the former, you would have the certainty that your cautious steps would have been lost among the notes of that piano struck with frenzy.
But perhaps, those of the others too. You looked back. Several times. And always the mannequin returned your gaze. Without eyes. Lifeless. Soulless. Still in its place as since it was brought.
Perhaps it was once used to try on certain clothes. Other times, to simulate a pose. It was manufactured to be, and never stop being. It couldn't follow you, perhaps that was the reason for your distrust? Things going against their nature are unsettling. There was, however—according to the various sporadic glances you gave it—nothing to indicate that this object was going to defy its reality. There were more real things to worry about.
Alice was one of them. Lost in the darkness. The darkness that fell in the painting could not help but remind you of her. You caressed the oil paint, your fingers felt the almost imperceptible wrinkles of the paint as you compared Alices.
The last thing you remembered of her was that golden hair. So yellow it was noticeable in the dense night, disappearing among the trees and the mist of the cursed forest. Her goodbye was laughter and her whereabouts became uncertain. Lost in the darkness... was she who you saw on the canvas. With yours, you could only imagine.
Hopefully, she didn't end up in the jaws of that monster that watched you in the darkness. That rotten beast, falling apart like a forbidden temple where no one should be. Those eyes pierced you with a coldness that the flat face of a mannequin could never achieve. For half a second, it paralyzed you in the way only the greatest of predators can.
You tried to take refuge in the distance of a step, and the wall behind you held you back as if it wanted you to face your fear with unusual malice... but that was enough for you to see that it was just a painting.
A stupid painting.
You breathed to recover. Your chest, racing, seemed to pump sweat instead of blood. Your forehead had enough icy drops to indicate cutting on the dotted line. It took an instant that you didn't waste in dedicating. You rebelled against your emotions and put one foot in front of the other to face the painting, which was as large as the head of the real beast. The one that could have dissolved you in acid with a single bite, reducing you to a memory that would soon be forgotten.
And you rebelled against its image. Before the newly nicknamed forbidden temple, you dared to step. Your silent sole crushed the canvas. Its surface sank slightly, flexible, but the paint itself cracked under your feet like glass does, and the brushstrokes began to crackle everywhere. Pieces of paint separated and fell, revealing the white canvas underneath. Like lines of light born from the blackness surrounding the animal, and tearing it as well as if it were harming it. Once you stepped off the plant, the ripping sound of tearing paper chased your foot as a hole the size of your shoe opened in the canvas. You saw your reinterpretation of the work, it was now as if your footsteps left a great spiderweb, as the canvas had cracked completely, not to mention there was now a large hole in the wolf's head.
The last column of that forbidden temple has collapsed.
With it, the last thing distracting you from the desperate melody also fell. You followed the trail of music like snakes that writhe, enchanted by certain notes from a certain instrument. You found the culprit, eager to kill the piano with every violent keystroke. His fingers crashed against the keys and the sound exploded from the instrument like a shriek. A translation of the pain that reflected his face, but which was otherwise mute.
Confidence has led many to the grave, but suspicion drove you. A motor of careful movements, which you used to advance with the utmost stealth that haste allows until you found yourself on the other side.
The glass under the light, otherwise transparent, reflected you minimally. Your eyes soon ignored your translucent, perplexed face to allow you to admire the product of your desire. Standing upside down on a diagonal, supported by an acrylic stand resembling a Greek iota.
You let out a bit of life in a half-breath, but your hands rushed to prevent its escape. But not the fright that accompanied it. You turned quickly, and found that the music that didn't stop behind you hadn't lied. Cosimo was still at the piano, with that desperation that proved almost contagious.
You ran the couple of meters separating you from the display case, crushing your counselor, stealthy suspicion, on the way to cling to that stand like insects that died in the yard by sticking to the lamps. Your fingers, feeling the glass to know it in an emotional blindness, felt the cold of distance in every centimeter of its surface. It was real, being close made it more obvious. It was Napoleon, and between you and him was a solid barrier that reminded you of his existence, leaving the imprints of your sweaty hands for a brief second after each touch.
It seemed firm, and although you also saw a small lock on the right in the middle of the glass, you ignored it, for reasons you perhaps couldn't even recognize at that moment, and started shaking the display case.
https://youtu.be/8fcy2X06VH4?t=78▶ Your hands accompanied the pianist's in a desperate rhythm. You moved your hands as you would with a vending machine that gives you nothing. But it didn't budge an inch. One would quickly understand that the display case was fixed to the floor, and was perhaps as hard as it. Your chest quickened, and you signaled your lungs like an orchestra conductor to join in the desperation. You let out gasps that you were just starting to hide in droves, your gaze abruptly left the glass, and your scan of the place was like that of a headbanging musician.
You looked here, canvas. You looked there. Wall. You looked. Mannequins. You looked. You looked. You looked. Nothing. You looked...
There. A fragile-looking vase diagonally to your right, right in front of something covered by a tablecloth. You snatched the urn from the floor, heard a small sound inside, but ignored it. You lifted it over your head, and threw the container with all your body's strength.
The impact wasn't long in coming. The characteristic crash of hollow porcelain shattering filled the room... as the urn broke into pieces, and fell without even marking the display case.
https://youtu.be/HQj78oXGrhw▶ It happened at the same time. At the moment of impact, a discordant note. Or several at once, burst in, and broke Cosimo's song with their formless screech.
If hearing is the first thing that alerts us to danger, at that moment, that blow so... badly struck amidst perfection... followed by the silence of the culprits, could have alerted us.
And it would have been right.
At that instant. Cosimo turned towards you, and although that angry frown already showed obvious fury, you could somehow feel, in those eyes, the purest desire to harm you've ever felt.
The eyes in which you were trapped expanded, and your silhouette in the irises was consumed by the black pit of the widened pupils, which were now touching the white of the sclera, revealed up to the limit to which only the greatest surprise can lead us.
He held that gaze for the miserable second that the silence lasted. After that, his eyebrows descended to the level of the calm already shared with the rest of his face. The corners of his lips curved upward in a nearly imperceptible way. A smile as fine as the legs of a spider, with which he deigned to stand up.
>Cosimo "Ahh..." -he adjusted his tie, then let his hands drop to his sides, taking a small moment of silence more to look at you better with slight satisfaction transmitted in his drooping eyelids and that weak grace in his lips-
He extended his hands in front of his abdomen, with his fingers open and pointing towards you, following his habits of a good presenter.
"Welcome... princess."
The left hand went up to cover his heart, the other was extended to the side.
"My name is Cosimo..."
He inclined the upper body without breaking eye contact, and confirmed you in his reverence:
"I am at your service."
Cosimo straightened up and took a few steps closer. The soles of his shoes made an echo that occasionally replaced the total silence that filled the room.
"I notice something..."
His eyes dropped for an instant, leaving the sensation of the looks on your chest, which inflated and retracted to the rhythm of your gasps. Then he regained eye contact.
"...nervous."
He stopped his walk once the distance was optimal for conversation. And although he didn't seek to intimidate, he made you feel small with his one meter eighty and good posture. But with the relaxation well-placed in that look of fullness in times of calm, he bowed again. He extended his hand, giving you the bridge from which he would share his parsimony.
"Could you suggest sitting down and resting a bit before telling me what I can do for you?"
He assumed something had brought you to his space. And a bit further back there was a good place to sit. Perhaps you needed it.
Meanwhile, at your feet, something shone among the tiny fragments of destroyed urn.
Very small, none are tier swords btw. Get used to it because they're just the typical item container of a game kek 2/2
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