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murio anatasechan

hisrol in other languages is kekable

>Tifa
hard code

>starts coding

>>6643 →
Skill issue. Take real black dice.
1d100 = 33

>>6657 →
1d100 = 61

>>6318 →
Is that for you? An NPC with hundreds of clones? I thought there would be a nice friendship. You hurt me. </3
<Aldo
I already have Team A's turn, I'm responding to Leela so it's at the same time, since she'll run into you sooner or later.

>>6198 →
I'm clarifying that I'm using chatgpt because I have a broken arm but I want to participate, my posts will be of good quality

<Humans
>Name
Kokoa Hana.
>Age
23 years.
>Previous Occupation (Whatever it may be)
Travel agent.
>Nationality
Japanese.
>Gender
Female.
>Why did you decide to join?
They asked if she wanted to join, she said yes. The demon's ability will clarify things.
I'll be telling her story in roleplay.
>Demon with which you have a contract
Demon of Lies

How does it work?

Example:
1 - She says: Your arm exploded.
2 - At the moment she says it, it's still false.
3 - The demon forces reality to make the statement true.
4 - The arm explodes.
That simple.

>Contract Condition
In exchange for obtaining partial authority over reality through language, she lost the ability to tell the truth.

Every phrase she pronounces must be false at the moment of saying it.
If she tries to tell the truth, she feels unbearable pain and the words don't come out.
Even in normal conversations she is forced to lie.

>Cost of the Contract
Each lie made real consumes a part of her.

Small lies:
Ripped throat, coughing up blood.

Medium lies:
Temporary loss of voice, bleeding from the ears, intense migraine.

Serious lies:
Internal damage, memory loss, inability to speak for days.

Impossible lies:
The Demon of Lies directly takes years of her life or fragments of her identity.

>>6292 →
son of the fregada, I earn TOPKEK

Tokyo morning shift.

hey and Yumi?

me reporto

>After exterminating the Curse, Ramms would only stop the song, letting out a sigh as he turned off the speaker.

That was good, guys, what did you think of the atmosphere?~

>A notable smile of satisfaction would be seen on his face, he had really enjoyed seeing how they annihilated the curse, while also seeing his companions' techniques and how they interacted with each other, something that thanks to that and other things, he decided to stay on the train, admiring the scenery that surrounded it.

Wow... These lands are truly beautiful... It wouldn't be bad to retire at 70 and live in peace in these mountains... That will be my destiny, the rest will be decided by myself: A daughter, a son, a dog or a cat, with or without company, cabin or cave, Mountain Sage or Playboy Lumberjack...

>Thus, Ramms would reflect throughout the journey while he could see how little by little the trees engulfed the landscape, to the point where upon arrival he was startled by the chill produced by the "resistance."

Huh? We arrived so quickly?...

>He would exclaim as he got off the carriage and saw the old man who received them, listening with some confusion and recognition to his speech, ending up pointing at him with one of his black fingernails when he finished,

I knew it... A musician like us isn't that hard to identify, and even less so if the "Alte Kerlen" had already told me about someone similar to me.

>Personally, the young man would approach to extend his hand, looking to greet/high-five what from his perspective seemed to be someone from the old school, or so it would be until he saw how they were interrupted by what seemed to be the cousin of his blue-haired companion.

Huh? Our teacher?... Well, I guess Japan is really full of surprises... Anyway

>The same metalhead would stretch, taking a lollipop from his pants and putting it in his mouth before introducing himself.

My name is Rammstein, a sorcery student from Greater Germany, a pleasure to meet you~

>>5981 →

:- HA, HA, HA! As if that would happen. Do you think I'm a good-for-nothing like you who doesn't know... DODGE!!

His laughter escapes thunderously at his companion's delusions. He must have been hit hard for him to truly believe he was helpful. A prodigy like Takahiro could have dealt with the curse by himself without any problem. While laughing at the clown's jokes, he couldn't help but pay attention to him. Seeing then how his habit of not dodging reached such absurd levels that he was forced to yell at him to get out of the way.

>>5987 →
>>6508 →

:- AaAagGhH I can't believe it, what pathetic sorcery level you all have. You're lucky I'm here or you'd all be dead by now.

Letting out an exasperated groan, Takahiro moved forward with his two spheres following him. One by one, the debris heading towards Dante and Shannon were repelled thanks to his cursed technique. They might have been saved from the train's attacks, but now they had to endure something worse, Takahiro and his superiority complex.

>>5979 →

:- What a vulgar way to fight, a desperate attack from all of you. Oh well, take it out on me all you want, I guess it's all you have left to do, insects like you.

Having saved two of his companions, he then saw a third one pounce on the already defeated curse. The other two followed, hitting them all in unison while Takahiro just watched from afar. Joining in such a vile activity is beneath him, he prefers to return to the train.

>>5994 →

:- And where did you come from? Were you trembling with fear under your seat like a baby? In that case, you'll be happy to know that it's already been defeated, you're welcome.

Upon returning to his seat, he encounters a fifth person he doesn't remember seeing before. He quickly assumes he's a coward and mocks him. Only to the next second to praise himself as if he were the only one who fought the curse.

>>6638 →

The energy had returned to the train, but it still had no driver or any other cars. Takahiro still needed someone to complain to, and he couldn't think of a better way to find that person than to stay on the train. Once it reached its destination, whatever it may be, he could waste saliva to his heart's content to complain to the owner of such a peculiar car. Thus, he remained glued to his seat. Paying little to no attention to the scenery around him, as well as the rest of his companions.

:- Brief... Yes, I have no doubt that your time in this life will be brief. So, while you still have functional ears, I want you to listen to me. Do you really call that a trial? Yes, it may be that for me defeating such a low-level curse was no big deal, but have you seen the faces of the rest.
Once the train stopped, Takahiro once again forced his way through with the same violent method as before. Having "opened" his own door, he dramatically jumped out and looked around. An old man, the person behind this was an old man, and Takahiro had no problem emphasizing it to him. He was ready to fight him until he heard it was his professor. Then changing his focus from fighting to just complaining. Starting with the most important thing, the low quality of what he considers students.

:- To start, how low has the level of modern sorcerers fallen for you to consider bringing two preschool students here

He points to >>5979 → >>5987 →

:- You know what? Forget it, the answer to that question is over there. Just look at all the injuries >>5981 → received for not knowing how to dodge. I'm an understanding person, I know not everyone can be as good as me, so let's say he gets a pass for being his first time. I can understand you saying that, however I would really like to know your answer for accepting a good-for-nothing who did nothing but tremble >>5994 →

Leaving the girls aside, Takahiro moves on to focus on his male peers. With whom he is much more severe in his criticisms.

:- Professor? Listen, I'm starting to get tired of your jokes. I came here because this is supposed to be the home of geniuses and prodigies like me. However, all I've seen is a bunch of clowns. If this is a school for jesters, then I apologize, but I'm pretty sure that's not the case. So, "dear professor," could you explain to me what all these tasteless jokes are about?

Disgusted, his face contorted to show nothing but disgust. Ever since this morning began, he had to endure more than one thing capable of bringing him to that emotion. First, the train was delayed, second, he had to deal with a curse, third, it was entirely up to him to resolve that situation, fourth, he encountered an old man too senile to know who he approves of. He can tolerate small inconveniences like that to a certain extent. However, he's had more than enough to play patient and cordial. Especially when they insist on constantly mocking him with tasteless jokes like saying a little girl will be his professor. Crouching down to her height, Takahiro looked her in the eyes with an annoyed expression and demanded answers.

:- Name... Yes, of course, saying that is the least I can do for people like you. Listen everyone, and listen well, My name is Takahiro Nishimura!! You better not forget it because soon it will be the name of the person who will be at the pinnacle of sorcery.

>>6508 →
>>6638 →
>that battle was intense
>I took several hits, but that guy and I managed to defeat that curse

hey...not bad

>I try to fist bump that guy Dante
>although I feel like after this I'll have to take a nap as soon as we get another means of transportation

...

>when I wake up, we've already arrived at our destination
>an old man greets us and congratulates us on the exorcism
>it seems it was a test...

so we passed

>then the one who seems like she'll be our teacher comes down
>it seems she uses more modern teaching methods
>I think I can take advantage of her
>but first I must introduce myself

my name is Amy Anderson, I'm 15 years old although I look 7 years younger... let's just say puberty wasn't very kind to me.

>why did I say that?

and...uhm...before coming here I studied at MIT, maybe you've heard of that institution. And well...uh...I guess we can be friends.

>I'm not very good at introducing myself.

>>6633 →
https://youtu.be/h_WFkBXquiQ▾
Kirila remained elevated in the air thanks to her wings, while the outside world was separated by a dense barrier of paper spinning at enormous speeds, hard as steel and sharp as blades, forming a perfect cage.

Thousands of sheets flew through the air in impossible patterns. It wasn't ordinary paper; her advanced quirk mastery allowed her to rearrange its fibers and compact them into a structure similar to nanocellulose, multiplying its resistance to far exceed that of steel. The result was terrifying: light, sharp, and resistant sheets, a perfect means of attack and defense.

The entire area had become a shredder. Ukyo could barely destroy the blades that approached him, while Ganosuke tried to break through the Yakuza's defense without much success.

Kirila remained suspended above them, observing from above as small drops of that black bile escaped her mouth, without it seeming to affect her power.

"Kirila!" Bullseye shouts as he dodges another rain of blades. "This makes no sense! Are you really going to waste your life for something like this?"

Kirila gave no answer to the mention of her name, nor to the question.
Ukyo seized the moment to join in.

"You can still surrender! If we don't defeat you, someone else will. There's no point in wasting your energy and your life by taking that crap."

For a moment, it seemed the Yakuza was going to respond, and she did with a laugh that sounded more like a growl.

"Gahr... Surrender...? How easily the heroes speak."

Bullseye tried again. "You don't have to go through with this. We have your information; you were a good student as a teenager. Why are you doing this?"

Their voices came through muffled by the paper storm, but they could be understood.

"...My information?" Kirila's voice drops an octave. "Is that all?" Another drop of that black bile falls from her mouth. "A stupid file? How convenient..."

Ukyo continued, "We're not trying to judge you! It's not too late to do the right thing and surrender."

"Surrender...? How easily the heroes speak."

Bullseye interjected, "We're not here to judge you."

"Lies!" The whirlwind exploded in intensity due to the woman's strong emotions. "Heroes always judge, it's the only thing they do!"

"Heroes always have an empty answer and stupid speeches!" The speed and ferocity of the whirlwind increased along with the blades.

"We're trying to help people!" Ukyo shouts. "You can do the same if you leave this behind."

"Help?" Kirila's eye began to twitch nervously. "They always arrive after everything has already happened. If that's their idea of helping, I'll pass."

More sheets joined the gale.
"They always think they can understand people by looking at four papers and a file, by glancing at a group of people and speaking like bearers of truth"

The blades coordinate and begin to be fired from all directions as a single block of blades.

"Good student? Is that all you can say about me? You know nothing!" Her voice rose with her rage, as if breaking "Heroes know nothing of pain. They never show up when someone truly needs them. They only arrive when everything is already over"

With little time to react, Bullseye pushes Ukyo out of the way, becoming the victim of the blades himself.

"And then they talk!" Kirila continues as the storm becomes fiercer. "They talk and talk!"

"Bullseye!"

Ukyo screams as the professional hero disappears under the white tide.

The sound is horrible. The hardened leaves pierce suit and flesh from all angles, opening new cuts every second as blood splashes the ground.

In a hurry, Ukyo gathers all the arrows he can and makes them explode, dispersing part of the storm with the impact.

The blades scatter and Bullseye falls to his knees. There was not a single part of his body that was not bleeding.

Kirila watches him from above "...Pathetic" She clenches her fist "They always do the same thing. Do you think by playing the martyr I'll come to my senses? Am I supposed to be moved?"

Bullseye manages to stand up. "Well... maybe I didn't choose the best topic of conversation..." He stumbles again, leaning on his hands to avoid falling face-first to the ground "But I'm serious. We just want to help... and I'm very sorry if you went through hardship, but this won't solve anything"

Kirila lowers her gaze. For a moment, her eyes show something other than rage. Just for a moment.

"Trash" The paper barrier closes again as hundreds of hardened blades point towards both heroes "You know nothing of pain. You never show up when someone truly needs you, so stop acting like you can save someone with your empty speeches"

much text
(https://youtu.be/cTblZiVd9Q8)▾
As the sound grew louder, the indistinguishable smell of burning, and the potent sulfur became clearer than crystal.

https://youtu.be/UuTq-Aynwnw?t=20s▾
The torrent of industrial volumes of magma hit against the paper whirlwind like a car-sized meteor, piercing through it as it turned the leaves to ash. Ukyo rushes and pulls Bullseye out of the way.

You come face to face with the lilac-haired woman, her palpable rage as she observes you.

"You..." Her words were filled with poison "Can't you stop bothering me, you damn brat"
With a gesture, more paper swirled and a huge block of blades shot towards you, but like against ice, it was only a matter of extending your arms.

The heat increased, steam escaping under pressure from your suit as the torrent of magma was fired with such force that it almost pushed you back. It first matched Kirila's attack and in a few seconds surpassed it, consuming the paper in flames and forcing her to move away.

The Yakuza clicked her tongue, Bullseye incapacitated, Ukyo could do little now and Aurelio and Chihiro were still recovering from the spores... now it was one on one.

Kirila lunged fiercely, but with the new level you were operating at, all the adrenaline and euphoria charged, it made the difference evident.
You could barely keep up with her, but it wasn't necessary. Your quirk had become widely superior. If you had an advantage against hers before, it was now crushing.

The Yakuza had lost the only superiority she had over you in their previous fight, the quantity, you had matched it. In that way, the scales had tipped very unfairly in your favor.

No matter how large and violent her attacks were, they were consumed by the enormous amount of magma you responded with.

"YOU DAMN BRAT!" She screamed "Stop interfering! What do you know?!"

You knew nothing, nothing about her and she knew nothing about you, and yet, that was not an impediment for you to act.

Kirila kept retreating as large amounts of paper accumulated around her. The blades compacted layer upon layer as the heat consumed them and black veins began to show on her body.

"WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE OTHERS?!" Her voice came out broken, filled with rage "WHAT THE HELL DO HEROES KNOW ABOUT PAIN?!" More paper joined the gale as her ravings driven by anger began to follow "DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE WORTHLESS TO NO ONE? DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO LIVE LOCKED UP, AND NO ONE CARES IF YOU LIVE OR DIE?!"

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO ASK FOR HELP AND NO ONE SHOWS UP, TO DISAPPEAR AND NO ONE LOOKS FOR YOU?!"

The paper began to compress on itself, hardening further as it gained shape.

"NO! HEROES ALWAYS ARRIVE WHEN IT'S ALREADY TOO LATE, THEY KNOW NOTHING!" Her hands trembled as she commanded her attack "AND THEN THEY TALK! THEY ALWAYS TALK ABOUT HOPE, ABOUT JUSTICE AND SAVING PEOPLE!"

"THAT HOPE TRASH NEVER DID ANYTHING FOR ME" The enormous mass of paper began to take shape behind her, a gigantic mass of hardened sheets and compacted blades, the force of which was breaking the walls and ceiling of this floor.
"Trusting heroes only brought me pain... but there was someone" Her voice low "The boss reached out to me when no one else would. Bruce gave me a place, he gave me a chance to be worth something... So I don't care what you guys say!"

The attack culminates, a huge cone-shaped paper mass as large as a small building, pointing directly at you

"I won't abandon him!"

https://youtu.be/M7Gu9FeUM6M▾ > Nazuna has more plus ultra moments than the others kek
With a violent arm movement, that entire mountain of hardened paper shoots out like an avalanche.

You plant your feet, the ground begins to melt again as your suit's cooling system finally gives way and breaks along with parts of your suit that begin to incinerate from the intense heat.

The very oxygen seems to be consumed, as if you were acting as a thermobaric weapon representative as you repeat the tactic: extend your arms and fire with all your might.

The magma comes out as a single uniform stream, almost a flash of light, colliding with the enormous paper cone.

You feel your arms are going to melt. The shot has so much force that you start to skid backward, until something rests on your back and stops you.

"Just finish it, damn it!"

Using his quirk, Aurelio holds your back with a large aura hand, aided by an air current from Chihiro.

"Let's go Nazuna!" Ukyo shouts

The paper advanced, recovering and turning to make its way through the molten rock even if it burned, Kirila was putting in all her effort, but so were you.

Even more so when literally and metaphorically, you had people behind you supporting you. Using your last reserves of energy, you step on the gas, the magma torrent increasing in strength, pushing back Kirila's attack, until finally burning everything.

...

The entire opposite wall, along with the ceiling of this floor and the one above, are reduced to rubble and molten rock, not to mention the magma itself which would cool down, after you finished your full-power attack.

You lower your arms, cramped, mind clouded, vision blurry, there was no trace of the Yakuza, did she...?

"Damn it, she escaped!" Ukyo says, and goes to activate his communicator "I need doctors urgently, Bullseye is in critical condition!"

Oh... it was okay, you hadn't killed anyone. Aurelio releases you, but your legs tremble.

"Nazuna? Nazuna!"

You hear Ukyo's voice shouting your name, but the heatstroke is already too strong for you to remain conscious, you fall unconscious.
How does Nazuna go from unconscious to taking over from Lucas? It will be seen in the corresponding turn when the timeline needs to be ordered! kek

>>4063 →
>Gwendoline
The ghost extends her arms to the sides, at the same time the gaseous tornado opens and disperses, shaking the stage with trails of wind. Shiori ends up on her knees against the ground. Defeated, finally.

"And with this... the curtain closes"

Almost at the same time Hanan's and Alpyr's teams arrive. Gwen could complain about the delay, but Rosalía is already doing it. For the specter, there is another small concern.

"So we give up on Hinata already? At least we should check the state of her body... Not because I want to keep it or anything, but because as the hero I am, it's normal for me to worry about my teammates"

Hanan starts to debate with Shiori >>4064 →

"You're wasting your time, dear. Only nonsense and lies come out of that woman's mouth. Doris (Dorian) can tell you, he witnessed her vile performance firsthand."

>>6630 →
https://youtu.be/Nm4Gjyq5kHo▾
Your blurry vision adjusted, things became clearer.

"Oh, he's waking up!" It was Ukyo

When you manage to get your bearings, you realize something... you were in a refrigerator.

With your arms and legs hanging out, you were inside a refrigerator full of melted ice bags and other fresh items. You had cans of deku-cola, grape-rush beer, frozen meals, and a medium-rare steak on your abdomen, all with the effort of cooling you down after you lost consciousness. Your suit was pretty ruined, but at least you weren't half-naked.

The refrigerator was being held up by Aurelio's aura, who, noticing you wake up, lets go and drops you. This startles you, but you manage to get out and shake yourself off to remove the moisture.

"About time," says the Italian.

"Are you alright?" asks Ukyo.

Chihiro places another ice bag on your head, which begins to melt. Although at a slower rate, you still felt a high temperature, but it was more manageable.

"You got knocked out from using your quirk too much, the paper woman escaped and we had to leave Bullseye to the medics and we brought you because plot"

"We went down to the first floor to help the others--" >>4060 → There you saw him in the distance, Akira and Eri's team fighting a woman without arms and some Nomus.

They hurry to follow, but can't say a word until Ghost Lady raises her voice and yells at them to go down the adjacent hallway to help Lucas's group.

As they move, they pass by Eri, who with a shock of 5 to each of them, slightly restores their energy.

You weren't at 100%, and with your suit, your heat regulation wasn't optimal, but with renewed stamina and desire, you push ahead.

"Hey, wait!" yells Ukyo.
continued below
...
>>6634 →
>"RETURN YOUR RETURN!"

"Nuh uh," says Eri, shaking her head. "Consider yourself saved, no returns." Damn it!

Yukako was a big fan of Ghost Lady, just like you were of Deku.

>"Hey, don't be embarrassed, Yukako!"
>"I copied Deku too because I'm a fan!"

Yukako looks at you, her expression becoming kinder despite her earlier embarrassment and shame.
"Really? You must like him a lot, hehe" She laughs "You're a good boy Lucas. You'll go far"

...

The fear of the bullet rain makes your alarms go off, but Kin stops you before you sacrifice your arm in vain, with Yukako countering the powerful attack, now it was their turn and they advance devastatingly breaking the enemy ranks.

But he decides to flee once more, things seem to be going against him, so they change their strategy, especially with Karui's idea.

"Think of a strategy!"

"Uhhh..."

"We continue with what we do until we reduce him, with whatever he has injected himself with, his body shouldn't last long, either from stamina or vitality, until reinforcements arrive" Yukako exclaims, bringing order "Don't let him escape!"

"Okay, enton--THENNN" You grab Karui suddenly

Having more space, Yukako allows herself to increase the area covered by the portals to give you more of a race track, with enough distance you propel yourself upwards with all the strength your legs give you, Yukako and Kin making their efforts to counter every shot from an opportunistic clone against the two of you.

"WOAHHHH!" Karui shouts

In less than half a second you go up and up to the sky, the factory below looked small as you must have climbed around 500 meters.
Still in the air, and before a second passed where you lost your momentum and gravity affected you, you grab Karui firmly by the arms and start to spin.

You spin like a drill or a helicopter blade, you spin at over 1000 revolutions per second until you release your companion, letting your own strength plus the accumulated centrifugal energy carry him to his destination.

Karui flies out with an explosion, a human, rising higher than you, crossing the clouds and disappearing from your sight.

You started to fall again and being able to kick the air, you manage your direction to return to Yukako and prevent any of the hundreds of clones from sniping you.
...
I made a tremendous contradiction, Lucas was on the 3rd floor, he should have fallen to the 2nd with Nazuna while fighting Hasai, kek, let's just say both floors broke on the fall and that took him to the 1st floor with Akira/Amane, kek
As Lucas landed, Yukako and Kin were losing their advantage as now part of the clones kept up the offense while the rest climbed out.

But a sudden wave of heat hit them in the back, followed by screams—and of course, the smell of sulfur. Nazuna was joining the fight.

Having burst up from the ground despite only needing to reach the end of the hallway, the heroes had to look cool after all when making their entrances.

In her berserker frenzy state, Nazuna fired upward, unleashing once more a massive torrent of magma, along with the one she'd been carrying underground. It rose skyward as a uniform column several meters wide, now raining down upon the clones, who activated their shields.

Lucas caught the heroine's attention again—once more, the plan remained the same.

"Magma girl, try this!"

The dwarf heroine gave two unique portals to the two applicants. The first one nearly seemed to cut off Nazuna's attack flow, but instead, now from the sky, the magma rain felt more like a biblical cataclysm, exponentially increasing in volume and destructive power. The rest of the building began being consumed by the downpour.

On the other side, Lucas's air attacks surged dramatically once again, now combined with Kin's gunfire. The barrage began halting the clone squad's escape attempt as they started collapsing onto each other. The force of the air also hardened the magma in several spots, creating annoying dead weights of solid rock atop multiple clones.

"RAHHH!" A chunk of debris flew from behind.

A powerful blast of air followed it through portals, adding its own contribution to disrupting the clones.

Also arriving with their fair share of exhaustion, Aurelio and Chihiro joined the group—Chihiro as quiet and expressionless as ever, and Aurelio annoyed, as always.

"...Is that what we're supposed to beat?" said the blond, somewhat perplexed. "Looks like a bunch of insects."

"Wait... guys!" Ukyo arrived last, panting.

(https://youtu.be/Mz62-rnxAz0)▾
A strong wind bursts in, making their hair fly in the opposite direction as a whirlwind of white paper descends from the sky through the hole in the ceiling, and amidst it all is a certain woman with lilac hair, her eyes filled with great fury—reinforcements have arrived for the villain, and Kirila joins the chaotic battle.

"About damn time!" the clones shout, with multiple voices of different tones and volumes, "Give me a hand getting out of here!"

The yakuza woman turns around, observing the mob of clones, and gives a slight nod before speaking.

"Yes, boss..."

https://youtu.be/O0qhWAB6YVE?t=1m10s▾
A sudden orange glow illuminates the sky, a massive streak of the same color falling like a meteor with a long fiery tail trailing behind.

That light growing larger and larger in size with every meter it descends. It's Karui, his strength restored to 110%—if not more—engulfed in flames and charging a powerful attack.

"Sun of Apollo: Smash!"

The fire attack grows until it's several magnitudes larger than before, and he hurls it toward the mass of clones. Kirila attempts to respond, but the attack is swallowed by a portal, only to reappear right in front of the clones, finishing the job of scattering them like bowling pins knocking down pins.

The Shiketsu student lands again beside the group, cracking the ground with his superhero-style landing, radiating flames and heat just as intensely—if not more so—than Nazuna. He's stronger now, even slightly taller than when Lucas saw him this morning, now surpassing 2 meters.

"Are we waiting for something? There are villains to beat."

That was enough to ignite their spirits.

The clones resume their assault, splitting into offense and escape, with Kirila providing support.

"A suggestion, but I think the heat-type quirks should focus on the paper woman," Ukyo says—it sounds like a plan.

<Ukyo
Fisico: 1d100 = 86
Quirk: 1d100 = 50

<Aurelio
Fisico: 1d100 = 2
Quirk: 1d100 = 6

<Chihiro
Fisico: 1d100 = 4
Quirk: 1d100 = 5

<Karui
Fisico: 1d100+10 = 22
Quirk: 1d100+10 = 79

<Kin
Fisico: 1d100+65 = 121
Quirk: 1d100+65 = 145

<Yukako
Fisico: 1d100+65 = 130
Quirk: 1d100+65 = 133

VS

<Bruce
Fisico: 1d130+130 = 256
Quirk: 1d135+135 = 170

<Kirila
Fisico: 1d100+50 = 96
Quirk: 1d100+50 = 130

>>6403 →
It was a damn cult! What was all this about! Were those subjects praising that demon or something similar, it was a really worrying situation, would those cultists attack them if they tried to eliminate the demon, she wasn't sure she could kill a person, fuck it was easy to kill something you knew was an irredeemable monster

Yes sir.....Thank you sir, I'm a bit nervous because it's my first mission but I'll make sure to be helpful to the group.....

Well her nervousness decreased a lot thanks to her superior, it was really noticeable that he was a competent man in this field, she had to make sure to make a good impression although she also had to make sure not to make any stupid moves, no dangerous heroism Kaibi!

Huh?.....

Why did that girl smell damp? Maybe it was due to a contract with some demon, she wondered how she would manage to get a contract, she had to urgently ask a superior about it when she finished with this..... If she survived

>>6403 →
(Sorry I put characters without knowing what they did lol)

>>6402 →
Fumiko: Maybe I'll let my hair down from time to time now that you mention it, buuuut, I'm growing it out right now, and I read online that ponytails helped, maybe they lied to me... I like breaded sushi, buddy.

Mention that when she spoke to Thimble about how maybe they would enjoy eating atrocities... Although she's never tried chocolate pizza, maybe it's delicious, or a sweet hot dog... It's a sugar bomb, Gumi would surely like it if Fumiko invited her to eat one.

Fumiko: Stop being you...? Well, if it helps you at all, you're still the same one I met on that mission, of course, with a different haircut, but that happens to all of us, right?

She tries to cheer her up a little... Mostly because Fumiko knows that fears are what make demons stronger, Gumi knows it too, obviously, but Fumiko thinks that if she perhaps fears that, her demon could take over more of her real "self" and replace it, making her forget more things... Of course, she has no way to prove it but she assumes there's a possibility it works like that, so she takes the opportunity to give Gumi some peace and quiet.

>>6400 →
Linda: STRANGE?! Honey, I'm giving you all the love in the world, and this is how you repay me? (Even so, he's still soooo cute) Although I don't really care what they think of me, in the big capital I have a beautiful house full of animals waiting for "mommy," they are the only ones that matter to me, I'M AN ANIMAL LOVER!

Fumiko: But you hunt animals.

Linda: Only those considered pests, if they are common animals, of course I wouldn't do anything to them. Heh... Paul the Octopus, you're very witty, my boy! I like you more every day! Even though only minutes have passed.

She would have put her hands on him again but Thimble escaped! And now he's hiding behind Triple T, who is looking at him out of the corner of his eye with a slight smile as if to say "Trust" without anything else, although he doesn't say much because they are about to start moving.

>>6405 →
Linda: Yes David, whatever you say, my nicknames might be bad but at least they aren't as bad as your complexes. I'll take Thimble to meet my little animals in the big capital. You? You'll probably never even have the pleasure of imagining it. Maybe if I'm trans, I could have it bigger than you.

Fumiko: Femboy material! Well, I'm bored of the boy now, stop bothering him.

Patoso: And you, kid, I'm getting tired of YOU, when they shoot you, don't count on me! In fact, you know what?

He gathers courage to give him the middle finger... The bravest thing he's done in the last hour! Applause for Patoso, his balls are growing! https://youtu.be/Cs-c2XqUiDA▾ Not a chance.

>>6405 →
>>6400 →
>>6402 →
<GENERAL
Mac takes flight and as soon as he's airborne, Gumi pulls him back down with his phantom hand so he sticks to the plan as much as possible. However, Mac isn't very keen on cooperating with Gumi's plan, and without paying much attention, he flies off again, this time like a kamikaze towards the building... First! While Mac disappears into the sky, the team decides to move forward. Maybe Mac has a point, because at that moment, several shots start coming from different angles towards the sky. It's working...! Excellent, what isn't working entirely is that Mac fails in his real plan. He crashes into the building and doesn't make it shake or go through it. In fact, one of the bullets hits his wings and he ends up smashing into a corner of the building, causing him to fall and head towards the ground... Suffering a dislocated shoulder and many scratches, landing in a dumpster behind the building... Mac has the option to try flying again, of course, having to roll dice again to rejoin the group, or... He can enter the building to try and take down the demon inside who's causing trouble for his companions... Will Mac trust his luck or his fighting abilities? Linda: GREAT! Now because of that idiot we've been discovered, let's start taking cover once and for all or they'll turn us into a sieve.
Linda presses herself against a half-destroyed wall. She's not sure if they've been spotted since they haven't shot at her or the others—only at Mac—but she'd already bet they've been seen. Everyone starts taking cover, and as Patoso takes his first step forward, Thimble lunges at his legs and pulls his pants down—what a humiliation! But it indirectly saves his life, because a bullet was headed straight for his head. Since Thimble >>6400 → pulled down his pants and obviously knocked him over, Thon remains alive, taking cover with Thimble behind a wall alongside the rest. Thimble, at least for now, has no injuries and nothing to regret—though he'll have to deal with the aftermath later. On Gumi's side >>6402 →, she ends up behind a burnt-out car along with Fumiko.

Fumiko: What a fucking mess, huh, friend? Maybe we should head inside the houses and move through them, breaking down walls if there's a sniper hunting us. Didn't even have time to move the truck.

At that moment, another shot rings out—the blast cuts through the air, and before the echo finishes bouncing off the walls, a dry, choked groan interrupts the tension. The impact wasn't on any of the others, but struck Fumiko directly, right next to Gumi, behind the car. But where did she get hit? How did they hit her? Honestly, it's partly a mystery, but it's clear the bullet pierced through the car's metal sheeting, and from the hole seeps a certain malevolent presence... Fumiko slumps against the burnt-out car, eyes wide open in shock before the pain hits. The force of the projectile knocks her off balance, and she brings her hand to her chest. Fumiko's breath catches in her throat. She tries to speak, to protest, to curse—but only a choked hiss escapes, accompanied by a thin trickle of foamy blood staining her lips, along with faint whistling sounds that blur into unintelligible syllables. The shot has pierced her lung.

Fumiko: AAhgg...! Auh! Shhhliuuuu! Aaaahhggg~ uuuuuuuuu... aaalhhgmeeeee...

At the foot of the truck, a dark pool begins to spread, and Fumiko stares at Gumi, pleading silently for help from her sweet companion. However, Gumi can't do much, because immediately after, another shot pierces the truck. Instead of feeling the hot metal of a regular bullet, she feels it strike near her head, temporarily deafening her in one ear, sensing a faint demonic aura lingering... Maybe that demon army thing is real after all, or maybe it's just another demon. Either way, they'll only be able to confront the sniper—or demon—once they reach the building. So given the situation, several options present themselves, especially since most of the team is unharmed... relatively speaking. Gumi and the others can clearly see several choices ahead.

A) Move house to house, breaking through walls and barriers
B) Move car to car, using each vehicle for cover with every advance
C) Run straight toward the building—almost certain suicide

The rest of the group—Thimble, Yesca, Linda, and Kurose—remain unscathed. In fact, Linda and Agent Pa-Thon are now speaking to the latter.

Linda: Kid! Are you okay? No scratches, right? My teammate, I can see from here she's in bad shape... Really bad... Shit.

Thon: You think you can keep going?

Linda: GUMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! CAN YOU HEAR ME? HOW ARE YOU OVER THERE? CAN YOU GET INTO A HOUSE OR BUILDING? IF YOU STAY THERE, HE'LL SHOOT YOU AGAIN.

Fumiko is still alive but severely wounded. They can leave her there to die, or carry her despite the burden and at least try to stabilize her.

>>4437 →
You just have to roll a high die to balance the dice count and survive, kek

>Ooishi had 100+60 ;_;
Because the base level of 2nd is higher, he would actually have +90 and then from his quirk evolutions between +100 and +120 between physical and the 3 quirks if he wasn't fucked up by the fight, although his normal die would still be 100, things that science cannot match the strength and natural talent of others

>Save me Amane
As soon as Amane, Nazuna, or Akira send a turn, their fights end and help becomes available to you, hang in there little guy, be a hero, kek

Tomorrow I'll reply, OPie. Also the meta. So you know I'm not waiting for reinforcements, I'm determined to take at least one turn with the floor 3 team alone against the kek addict

Penta got 90 in the final again.

>>3283 →
I don't

Guys what do you think of my new role's worldbuilding?

>>6497 →
Just like in real life kek

>>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.

1/2

>>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.

Investigation roll just in case: 1d20 = 3

2/2

>>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.

>>131346
>>131266
>>131265
-What is the difference between a hilariously unforgettable memory, a life experience, childhood memories, and a tragedy? Sometimes it's simply the luck of the moment, not ending up in disgrace. You and the horned one fell into the water because your wings still needed a little more healing, but you still enjoyed those moments of fun, of freedom, of peace. Then they fell again, because they are like dumb and dumber, but they survived thanks to you recreating the Titanic scene, but you were the board for her to save herself.

-With that they enter, you shit yourself, as was narrated before, and the Manatee, comes out of his virgin cave to greet the guys who traveled from Rivera to spend Tourism at the family barbecue. He had a new acquisition, besides his face of a thousand jorgeadas because he was edgy after a bald funkopop touched his little dick when he went to bathe.

-But before that, ....

-The Inca Aryan was in the darkness of that room, stained with the entrails of infant insects, where splinters of rotten wood lay on the floor, you felt your arms sting. The veins in your hand pulsed with blood, they felt so alive with strength, and at the same time so indifferent. It wasn't hard not to notice the changes even if one took it normally, You, since you had come down here, since you decided to set foot in the Abyss for the first time, something inside you physically had changed.

-Maybe it wasn't so noticeable at first glance, but you could feel it. You were already strong, yes, but now, each time, for some reason, you were getting stronger. Pains that were once paralyzing were now tolerable. Your skin was getting tougher, your bones denser, violence more grotesque. In the jaws of the world, it changed man. Was it a gift or a curse that condemns you? Only you, the man himself, could answer that question.

...

-The sword rested in your hand, it was somewhat crude, more meant for excessive use than for decoration or a weapon of skill, and that explained its appearance. This appearance could tell you a lot about this sword, so worn, so nicked, probably years and years of continuous use without rest had worn it down so much.... but still, it stood firm with pride. So many lives, so many wars, so many duels, so many ceremonies, so many sacrifices and so many events, to end in such repose.

-You felt the weight, it was strange, its center of gravity was not normal, at least for a Western sword or a Middle Eastern saber.... Was it? poorly distributed? Was this made by unskilled hands? Everything pointed to yes, or so one could say at first glance. There were no sophisticated techniques of tempering, rudimentary, almost more like a club used by a primitive monkey than the fine metallurgy of a Dwarf, without the delicate details of an elf, or the feat of molded metals of the Tamils. But in the end, what really made a weapon? What was... what made the path of steel, which is as old as man himself? Its technique, its good forging, its excellent tempering, its great metallurgy, its refining, its balance, its agility, its handling by unskilled hands, its precision, its lightness, its versatility, its flexibility? or was it the hand that wielded it? The confidence in the iron that connected in spirit with its wielder?
-If this had gotten this far with this, it made one wonder if weapons really had the tenacity of living beings, the will of man? You speak to it, and the sword... the sword breathes, you feel it. Not like a living being breathes, it's something more... Conceptual in your flame. But you feel it in your palm. The beating of the hammers like its heart. The heat of the forge, like its flame, the roughness of its guard, like its calluses.

...

-Now then, the family was gathered, the girl with her vagabond uncle who came to ask for money, and the father wanting to beat up the uncle for being a bad influence, the usual. Maya had shown her first hunt to her father, did she want approval or to prove something to him? Maybe it was something simpler, more personal, without that ego duel, but still, she received a reward or something like that. Manat's hand, already somewhat clean, rests on the girl's damp hair (noticing that she no longer closes her eyes when she sees your hand raised). Then you pinch her cheek and stretch it, seeing all her bear-trap teeth. He closes his eyes, uncomfortable, she still didn't understand the concept of this way of showing affection that grandmothers do.

Meanwhile, Wes went to the other room to steal that mamacumbo mirror, which weighs a ton and a half, and also takes up both his hands, and a future herniated disc. When you return carrying that little mirror, mirror, mirror, who is the blackest? You feel several footsteps behind you, but there's no one there. It was strange, echoing footsteps, and on wood not as rotten as the one under your feet.

-With that, the gang goes up the stairs to the ship's deck. The weight of their bodies on the rotten wood made it creak with that characteristic "wegiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii" **https://youtu.be/dnC0ipOVP_I***▾ sound or something like that. Everything was quite... desolate. Deformed and rotten corpses hidden in some corners of the deck, under some frayed ropes, or among some cracks or splinters of wood, in addition to the vegetation and moss which was making its way up high.

https://youtu.be/7ez1IP4mZCU▾

-As Wes observed more... he found more corpses, as if several were camouflaged in the abandonment of the ship, or waiting to be called by their captain (hidden in their rotting corner to accumulate work hours). At this, when Manat lets out his phrase YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, it is cut off by some sounds, of many more people. You feel footsteps, and voices, but they sound distant, as if behind a wall, even though it's right behind you. Several voices, and footsteps, as if people were working, some laughter, some orders, some comments, but when you turn around, there's nothing, absolutely nothing... And the voices sound, more tangible, more real behind you, to your sides, everywhere.
("Tarwaninzi! Aššanzi! Marassi=wa tuwati! Tiwatassi=wa tuwati! Appan anda tarnattani! Nawišša parnašša kuitki! Tarnašši arha watar, arha alati, arha šuppi! Kuiš tarwanaš appa iyaizzi, tamai tarwanin kuenta, tamai tiwataš idalu ešdu! Kuiš tarwanaš katta tiyaizzi, aššu arha paišdu, aššu alati paišdu, aššu wiyana paišdu! Awa! Arunaš antuhša pai! Awa! KUR.KURmeš šalhanti! Awa! Walwanzi kuit memiškanti! Tarwaninzi memiškanti! Maraš anda walhanuweni! Tarwaninzi! Tarwaninzi! Tarwaninzi!")

("Attas, huwartanna katta pai.") ("Paišdu. Nawišša=wa paišdu.") ("Alatan tarhunmi kuitman šarazzi tiwat.") ("Apūnma tarhun. Antuhšaš neckan natta šuppi.")

-Where were those sounds coming from? They were like orders, and people responding to them, in different ways or talking among themselves... But they felt like they were everywhere. The girl clings to Manat's pants, confused. Manat approaches the ropes—they were thick and large as an arm, a good nautical rope that was rotten as shit, fraying into dust or rather a moldy mush in your hand.

("Misriyaš tarwanin harkanzi kuit memiškanti.") ("Memiškanti=ma kuwat arunaš antuhša natta anda ešzi.") (Hahhanza.) ("Annan tarwanaš katta pait.") ("Apāš=wa nawi anda iyazzi.") ("Watar! Watar arha!") ("Hūmandan auš!") ("KUR kui apūn walhanuweni, wanzan 20 hassin harkanmi.") ("KUR kui apūn walhanuweni, wanzan 100 hassin harkanmi.") ("Memišten natta! Iyat!") (Marassi tiyaššatar. Nawišša taruppi. Huwartanna walhzi. Tarwaninzi memiškanti. Kuitki tiwataš šaklai harkanzi. Kuitki hahhanzi. Kuitki watari spuwanzi.)

-The voices grew softer, and disappeared, little by little... The last thing they managed to hear was that.

("Tarwaninzi! Šalha! Šalha! Maraš=wa anzel ešdu!") ("Attas! Tuppa aušmi KUR anda!") ("Aššu. Apat memašti kui tamai tarwaninzi arha paiyer.") ("Kui tamai antuhšes ešanzi?") ("Apat=ma išhiyaweni. Nu walhanuweni.") ("Arza! Arza! Wilusaš arza! Misriyaš arza!") ("Tarwaninzi! Kinun maraš newan lāman dāi! Tiwataš=wa kuiš ešteni memdutu!")

(....) What's inside "(parentheses)" is a different person—multiple people speaking

-And all the silence crushes the boat, now there was no more noise, no creaking, no wind, no footsteps, no voices.... Silence. Only Wes can hear some soft whispers coming from the mirror.

https://youtu.be/D5aWdIjD5AI?si=M37ehVsp8ub6VHW1▾

-The two primitive men, each in their own way, approach that rotten sail of the boat and tear off a piece each. Sound of fabric being ripped.wav With it, Wes tries to make a backpack, but only ends up tangling his hands a bit and making a messy ball out of the sailcloth. And Manat just throws that rag over his back, since his hands are full of shit, literally and hypothetically.
-With that, Manat walks with the girl to the tip of the Ship, since it's a bit higher than the rest, due to the incline of the ship itself, and tries to see something.... But he is quickly pushed a bit to the side by the girl, and you can see one of those corpses, but this one is swollen like a balloon, its face almost bursting, standing. Trying to hit you again, since the girl had pushed you, causing the blow to miss. You notice that its arm is deformed, the fingers instead of being on its hand, are all over the forearm, and they lengthen like thorns that twist like worms.

1d20 = 13 3d4 = 8
1d20 = 20 3d4 = 10

-It attacks you again, but >I strongly imply you go for the barrel.

-Meanwhile, Wes notices that there are no corpses where they were before... It's completely clean. Then you notice under your feet a huge shadow of the ship's mast with the sail moving in the wind (something impossible, seeing the mast was broken and you guys broke the sail to craft fine clothes from the swim), and when you turn around.... You see them, all the dead. Some totally deformed Like the bugs Tabla and Eirim found on the bridge Others simply swollen about to burst, some with old rotten clothes like the one Manat stole the sword from but much more austere and simple, clearly not much armor.

-There were at least like 15 monkeys, but also coming from the hatches they opened to get up here, as well as some doors, some sort of thin ?legs? grew out of them and they walk slowly towards you.

Here I imply because I don't know if they are going to fight or what, if they stay, well, ignore this

-With that, Manat and the girl approach the barrel and he throws it into the water.... It doesn't break on impact from behind, it just splashes hard and sinks..... Then it comes back out of the water. Then, like a golden horse, Manat leaps from the ship. Your body was full of branches and swamp plants, but you get out of the water, and call the girl. She doesn't hesitate, and jumps in, sinking into the water. You see that she "knows" how to swim more or less, but that body weighing 20 kilos or more prevents her from reaching the surface, so you help her.

-She clings to the barrel tightly, almost like a hug, and it sinks a little. You notice how her reaction was strange, she wasn't afraid per se, you could see it in her gaze fixed on your face, with her wet hair stuck to her face, but her body was. She trembled a little, as if in panic, as if her mind didn't control her body yet, although... little by little it calms down upon seeing your face, moving her feet to steer the barrel with you towards the shore of the water.

>>1671 →
I don't get it all she told me

-At that, and at the same time, Wes ties the shield to his chest with the piece of cloth he stole earlier and starts running. The wings stretch to their fullest splendor, releasing the water from before, and he takes off. As you run, you notice the dead lunging at you, trying to hit you, forcing you to maneuver to dodge them.

1d20-5 = 0 3d4 = 5
1d20-5 = 6 3d4 = 6
1d20-5 = 0 3d4 = 6

-Then.... You jump. The mirror was very heavy, but thanks to the height of the ship, you finally manage to glide well, although you fall quite quickly and at great speed. You rapidly get closer and closer to dry land, too fast I'd say, you'll have to make an emergency landing. Until your knees hit the mud and you fall abruptly to the ground, rolling for a few meters and the mirror getting stuck in the ground. Then behind you, Maya and Manat emerge from the water, all wet and with roots and algae like a swamp monster.

-And with that > they advance again with the bargain. they will arrive after the turn I send for Eirim and Gerardo

>>131652
for some reason I'm sending it twice?

>>5897 →
>Ashley
Later, the girl found herself sitting in a chair, already waiting for the time that, according to Charmy, was getting closer and closer.

To pass the last moments, she waited by the door. A certain song had been stuck in her head for a while, but she didn't want to think about it yet, so she ended up picking up a small book that looked cute from its cover and letting it steal her attention for a bit.

The story was very short, and the little rooster so tenderly drawn to sell the work was a very important character. The pages, yellowish and perfumed by the antiquity of the paper, went by quickly, giving way to an ending that left the girl with a grimace of sadness.

She turned the last page and looked at the back cover, as if expecting more. But all she found was the certainty that the short novel had left her sad and full of uncertainty. That story showed a very fitting parallel with her that touched something in her heart or near it in a way that hurt.

She looked at the door. The one through which the doctor would soon arrive, and she couldn't help but compare herself to the protagonist in her wait. But with the key difference of hope. Catherine expected the worst. She realized at that moment that all this time she hadn't had hope. That she assumed whatever the doctor was going to say would greatly harm her and Hilda as well.

Catherine puffed out her chest like a turkey showing off its feathers. At first, she seemed to want to channel the colonel's energy... but she let out the air with another sigh, returning to her shy reality.

(I wish I could have more hope...)

...

A while later, there was a knock at the door. Cat seemed to startle, as if that tapping was her cue to exist. She quickly looked at Charmy, who was glancing outside before giving her the signal. The girl went down and ran, with the clumsiness of being unaccustomed to the coat, to the door to open it quickly. It was an inverted slam, but to the wind, just a slam that it used to burst into the house, almost breaking Cat's nose, who proceeded to hold it with her whole body and push it with her shoulder to return it where it belonged.

(Perfect.)
Catherine nodded to herself, acknowledging her own good work before turning and finding the only person this visitor could possibly be.

"You're right on time." -or rather, shortly after Charmy announced she'd be arriving soon. Such a thing deserves recognition-

<Hello, darling. Do you remember me?

Cat responded with a nod and nothing more. It would be difficult to forget that first day, and she was a big part of that first day.

<I've been told you've made new friends.

(Not true...)

She kept that to herself. She didn't need to receive a response like that. For Cat, her only real connection has been Hilda.

(...people...)

She had an echo of her blue child's words. The one where she said perhaps people were worth as much as a pretty place. Catherine dismissed the idea of meeting more people at that moment, the idea of meeting more people was difficult for her. That was perhaps more the Catherine who stayed in Oregon than the one standing before Julia now.

An intrusive thought sprang like a spring in her brain: 'Won't I regret this?'

(No.) -she denied the idea as soon as she could- (everything was as it should have been.)

And so she tried to calm herself, knowing those words were somewhat hollow, but also knowing she couldn't do any more to change them now.

<I hope you also discovered some music you like.

"..." -she looked up, derailing her train of thought, she was surprised, feeling as if she had guessed what had happened only a few hours ago-

(That doesn't make sense...)

But she didn't allow herself to think something so silly. And those raised boxes and her little mouth turned into a smooth circle, returned to their original position. Neutral for a second, then almost uncomfortable with her eyebrows lowering to squint her eyes, which went to the side and down, fleeing those scrutinizing eyes.

"...yes..."

She responded almost listlessly. The song that had been burned into her mind for a while now seemed beautiful to her, as if from a fairy tale. One of those she used to read and share with dad on nights when her whole world seemed to be made of joy. When she was happy.
But at the same time, it filled her with enormous sadness. Not just laden with nostalgia, but because she had put into melody what she planned to tell Hilda, stealing from Dad that idea of quoting lines from books and incorporating them into real life, as if Cat didn't know that one thing or another was thought up by someone else. Someone who didn't really exist.

Hilda wouldn't know. Maybe Cat would tell her, but otherwise, she wouldn't know. That wouldn't matter much. What the girl was looking for was simply to verbalize what she feared most in case this went wrong.

The three of them went to a more private place. The basement.

(The opposite of the attic.)

That's right. Cat sat in the chair they designated for her.

(It's cold.)

She thought she'd prefer a less cold one, but soon that thought was replaced by another confirming that she didn't care. Julia approached her and looked into her huge eyes. Catherine was as cooperative as possible, even though she didn't want to be. Allowing her head to be manipulated so the flashlight had better access to her sea of green. Her pupils contracted and her eyelids narrowed at the hand holding them open uncomfortably.

<Tell me everything you can about your episodes. The more detailed you are, the better.

"Everything..." -she repeated, trying to synthesize the magnitude of such a request-

The doctor put down the flashlight. Cat blinked several times, hoping that would be enough to calm her sensitive eyes. It turns out she's a girl very accustomed to nightlife, in the literal sense, meaning she enjoyed moving around the woods at night. Not jumping between bars, especially when the only one she'd been to exploded.

They give her a little tap. Catherine kicks her leg. Looking at her leg, she made a face of worried surprise she couldn't help, her eyebrows arched and her lips slightly parted, revealing a glimpse of her white teeth. Then she looked at Julia with the same expression.

"I didn't do that...!"

She sounded as if she had just failed at something and had to justify herself. Her back was slightly raised, as if the fright, impatience, or nerves wanted to tear her from the chair.

<Depending on what you tell me, I'll be able to infer whether what's affecting you is psychological... Or a material and physical phenomenon.

"..." -she shrank back in her seat-
That was what she most wanted to know... And, once again, returning her face to its normal, expressionless state, she remembered her greatest fear: that she didn't know which of the two options was actually worse.

They asked her to say 'ah'.

"Ah."

It was short and literal. Julia had to explain a bit more to get to the:

"Ahhhhhh"

She saw herself in another world as they put a popsicle stick in her mouth. With her gaze lost on the wall visible to the side of the doctor, she doesn't remember thinking anything in particular, but she was surely thinking about everything. Julia seemed blurry, as if the wall were the most important thing in her vision. Then the examination stopped.

<On a superficial level, I don't perceive anything out of place beyond some particularly prominent canines. For now, I'll rule out vampirism.

"..."

(That's fantasy.)

Dracula... She had seen Bigfoot, and it was very curious, but vampires still sounded like fantasy to her. She, clearly, wasn't one. Otherwise, she would know. That's what she thought. Her canines were just like that, they had to be, for biting. Although it was a bit strange. Dad's were normal. She always thought it was because maybe hers were like Mom's, Dad always said Cat looked a lot like her mother. Just like her, but small...

Then Julia reaches for a sandwich.

(Clearly not food.)

In its classic flavor vs. food battle, this thing was the most 'flavor' of all flavors. More than Tarzan's Flavor, which was called that.

(Heh.)

The corners of her lips curved upward for a second from the inside joke. Then they quickly returned to their place, remembering that she wanted to keep her face neutral. Anyway, the point was that that sandwich wasn't food. Her little nose twitched a bit from the overload of aromas, but she got used to it easily and quickly.

The combination struck her as extremely strange. Meat and banana combined was odd to her. But she didn't judge it; if Cat got really hungry, she would have devoured it too. Even if Dad would never have allowed her to even touch food that looked so unhealthy with a stick.

<I didn't have time to eat dinner during the trip. Do you mind if I eat while we talk? It's an Elvis. If you'd like, I can offer you some.

"No."

That answer was for both, the question and the offer.

Now, all that remained was to answer...

6/7 SIX SEEVEEEEN

>>5904 →
>But it also means that victory or defeat will be the responsibility of all of humanity. Aren't you scared of what they'll put on our epitaph?

"What they'll put on my tombstone?" He doesn't understand the other word. "No. I am scared of dying, but not of thinking about how I'm going to die. I'll surely be more scared when the worm is already on top of us."

Imagining a hideous bug is coming to kill him is like reading a creepypasta. At most, he'll think a fat worm promoting peace and love is a silly monster and believe it's one of those parodies. It's when he has something like that in front of him and truly threatening his life that he starts to feel fear.

>Are you sure? Giordano told the truth, he defended that the Earth revolves around the sun, and they threw him in the fire. Sometimes people can't live with the truth. The man I came from fought with it every day.

"It's also not certain they'll give me anything important to do just because I'm older than I look. I'm still not an Action Man, or a G.I. Joe, or at least a Rambo."

He stands on the stool to look again at his unimpressive physique, searching for a flabby or fleshy spot to pinch to highlight, of which he probably has several due to his sedentary life in recent weeks.

"The other thing I was thinking of was looking for those white native girls. It seemed like they already knew I wasn't a child and they gave me the bow. But Tom was the one who knew where they were... And well..."

He sits back down with his head bowed. Tom is like his first or second role model in the storage rooms, a strong and good guy who survived many things, except Bill.

"If the man you came from was a liar, then all the more reason not to be one. I don't know if it was the same guy I met, but I disliked him from the start. People like that are better off going to the..." He gets too emotional and almost swears at the table, it takes him a few moments to calm down and he pretends to pass them with a spoonful of the food he has left. "May they go to hell. If someone is a bad influence, you can stop hanging out with them, even if they're family."

>Okay, okay! I won't sell it... For now. But I can't give it back to you either, many of its parts are soaked in fuel, it's very flammable.

"M-mm." He nods. "Tom-toma..."
The emotions he was trying to contain as an unflappable male are of great help when he needs to act like a crying little girl and manages to save Flametower from being sold, but it works too well and he has a hard time talking or breathing properly for a while, so he just asks Alondra to open her hand to give him the trinkets he picked up after landing, to see if they help with the repair.

After that, he turns around and zips up his coat to cover as much of his face as possible out of shame. Luckily, no one else he knows pays attention to his humiliation.

>The fly came out of here.

"Mm?" He covers his nose "From your finger?" He crosses his eyes to look at the finger in front of his nose and any holes it might have.

>I pricked something wet, what do you think it is?

"Something dead?" It smells like that to him "Some things release a lot of juices when they've been dead for a while and flies like those things."

>>5905 →
"Good morning." He says to Flametower, and it is, because it's dawning dry, which for him is a victory.

He looks at the men left in the village working outside and yawns, reconsidering again about working even though no one is demanding it. The chewed-up blanket he got out of bed even sounds cozy after feeling the aches from the night before. He's about to fall asleep standing up when something suddenly touches his shoulder.

>Wet it with milk.

"Eeek!" He squeaks again but plays it tough and just watches Charli until he receives the stale bread "Thanks..." He bites the bread without paying attention and checks how hard it is, this, too, he tries to ignore to maintain appearances "Good morning."

After breakfast, he accompanies Charli to deal with a problem he can completely empathize with.

"I never knew why girls always went to the bathroom together. I thought it was to gossip more than to pee, but not that they did both things at the same time." He speaks from outside the bathroom as Charli asked, leaning his back and the sole of a shoe against the wall with a hard look as if he were a bouncer outside a club "My grandma always said only crazy people talked to themselves, I didn't understand how videos or the internet worked and she'd scold me when she saw me recording myself with my phone. I still recorded more when I was out of the house, in some abandoned place. I stopped recording videos because no one watched them and I didn't want someone who was in those places to hear me."
He doesn't regret his failed career as an influencer, content creator, urban explorer, or whatever it was, really, it's obvious nobody succeeds with that stuff, it doesn't bother him at all to fail. After all, exploring dangerous places at night is something you do for the love of it, or out of hatred for your family and as an excuse to spend less time at home with them... Although if getting another, more masculine body doesn't work out but escaping from storage rooms does, maybe he'll get more views just with the face he already has.

"Hey... Do you do anything specific with your hair or is that magic too? Instead of combing it, I just put on a cap and that was it." He still misses her "But if I'm going to be in this body for a long time, maybe-"

The door suddenly opens and he jumps in surprise.

>I'm as good as new. Let's go back.

"Mm..." He points to his shoe "You've got... something on there."

Outside, they recognize Alondra's new car, although 'new' isn't the right word.

>Do you like it? It's a loan from the local government. Its previous owner was torn to shreds by the ice zombies, I doubt they'll want it back...

"Yes!" He almost jumps into the car with excitement, although the space doesn't allow it.

It's very strange for him to be able to travel by car, not even by taxi, for the car to belong to someone he knows is hard to believe, he doesn't care much if it's an old or used car, as long as it works.

"Does the government give loans just like that to anyone who asks or are you someone important in town? It seemed strange to see you last night with the mayor on... that stage."

Halfway there, they stop so he can see again how Alondra's giant robot ended up and wonder how a single guy with a whip and a revolver did that without even being touched by one of those heavy weapons.

"Did you also kill someone last night?" Alondra will know better than anyone, it's best to ask her directly. He's not going to believe that such a large war machine shot peace and love, unless they were the kind the town sheriff always carried on her shoulder.

>Do you see those guys working on top of the palisade?

"If I didn't see them, I shouldn't even have a bow." He squints to see if he recognizes any of them, which is difficult because he only knew about 4 people from the BNTG by sight, although the fact that they are still here after having finished providing reinforcements last night is a good thing, and that there are more than a handful is even better.
>In the cold air, the final wave is smelled and awaited. If you were old enough to know video games, the closest analogy would be preparing to play Left or Dead 7 in real life.

"Do you have to be old to know games?" He doesn't understand, in all the stores they always sold him any game regardless of the number on the ESRB cover. "In Plants versus Zombies there were waves too." He doesn't know the other game, while he remembers how easy it was to pirate and install even on school computers.

After the town was almost taken over by unknown mercenaries, assuming that's what happened, having strangers wandering around the town again doesn't make him trust them either, but surely it won't happen again. He gets to work, until someone else calls him.

>A lemonade, please.

"F-flametower, the lemonade!" He shouts almost immediately out of nervous reflex, not wanting to lose a customer, but the robot he's shouting at isn't making lemonade, it's in a backpack.

>Artemis.

"What did you call me?" Genuinely confused.

>No, no. Your bow. You're like Artemis now. That's cool.

"Ah." He stands tall, proud. "I don't know her." He puts his finger on his chin and starts thinking. "Hmm... There was a guy in The Walking Dead with a bow too. Darryl, I think it was, or Dale. I don't know, that series had like 10 seasons and I stopped watching it. But he was cool too, he used arrows to shoot zombies without making more noise and attracting more zombies."

He takes the arrow Dora extends to him and puts it away, his hand trembling, not knowing if he even has lemonade to give her. He looks around nervously, looking for an excuse to stall for time among the rubble of his house or a glass of lemonade conveniently placed somewhere.

"Uhh... Were you here last night too? The kids around here are really tough, huh... Want to see it?" He offers her the bow to entertain herself while he runs off to find lemonade somewhere. "I'll be right back... Alondra! Do we have lemonade!?"
I think you also left me a bit more luck than I should have had, I used 1 in the fight and only leveled up 1 with experience.

>>5897 →
>Ashley
...and she stayed like that. Sitting there with a blank expression for a while.

She was in one of those situations again—ones she never got used to. An interrogation. Getting information out of Cat was, as always, a small test of endurance. Though maybe "patience" was the more appropriate word.

To begin with... well, the girl didn't know where to start. One would say "from the beginning," and she thought that herself, but floating in the air was also the question of whether she even wanted to start, even though she was the one who agreed to the conversation. Also, how to start. Questions piled up, and though they were the most basic ones, in situations like this they became the heaviest and hardest to answer.

Almost instinctively, Cat's gaze drifted away, eventually landing on Charmy, who was comfortably sitting in her box. The girl's expression said nothing, but her inaction spoke for itself. She spent a few moments using her blank face to silently convey her wish that the woman would speak for her. Charmy did know quite a bit about the story after all, though it would be inappropriate for someone else to take the lead in the orchestra she herself had assembled.

Realizing her attempt had failed, her face continued avoiding Julia, but now also Charmy. She looked here, there, and though the basement had few things of interest—especially compared to the leader's office—that wasn't really the point; the point was to buy some time.

"Aren't you going to auscultate me?"

She asked. That was a word she never used, and she knew it. She wouldn't have used it in other contexts, beyond the obvious reason, because it was one of those words she discarded the moment she learned it. Like "subreption," even though it fit her life perfectly, or "garrulous," because that sounded strange to her, and besides, it was the opposite of the quiet and reserved Catherine.

"..." —she looked back at Julia— "Why do you combine them?" —more precisely, she was looking at the sandwich— "meat and banana." —it sounded strange— "it looks unhealthy. But bananas are healthy. Do they cancel out the lack of nutrition?"

That was one way to see it.

"Is it bittersweet?" —like her memories?—

...finally, she looked her in the eyes.

"...I kept... a camera..." —another random piece of information— "..." —she sighed, curling up slightly in her seat; since those days in level 5, she could no longer hide her feelings like before—

The sigh made her lower her head for a moment. When she lifted it again, her eyebrows were slightly drooped, weighed down by sadness.

"I'll tell you... everything."

And so she did:

"The first thing that happened was a long time ago. Many days."

"I don't know about the second... during those days I couldn't sleep... The days... I couldn't tell them apart."

"..." —such a confession deserved a pause; she looked at the floor for a moment, but forced herself to raise her head again— "that doesn't matter." —more or less— "it happened out of nowhere... it was at night..." —she looked at the doctor with the seriousness trauma demands— "everything stopped... everything. Only I... I could move."

She raised her hand, placing a palm into the air to express what came next.

"And the air... in front of me..." —she stared at the space before her palm, at the distance where the phenomenon had appeared that night— "it cracked... like glass... and... something... something looked at me... it was..." —she suddenly closed her eyes, bringing her hand to her head, grimacing— "ow..."
It happened again. And it would keep happening. Remembering that thing made her head hurt—a headache like when you drink something icy too fast. Fleeting, but sharp, like a slap to the brain.

Without removing her hand from her forehead, she looked at Julia, the same worry she felt mirrored on the doctor’s face.

"It hurt so much to see it... it... it hurt my head..." She shook her head slightly. "It hurts," she corrected herself. "If I remember... it hurts."

She managed to lower her hand. Once that was settled, and once Cat stopped staring at her shoes like she was waiting for a terrible scolding, she lifted her gaze slightly, looking up at the doctor from below.

"...other things happened after... recently..."

No one knew this. Not even Charmy... not Hilda. This was new.

"When I was in the urban level with Hilda..."—the 5—"and we were eating... something strange happened..."

She didn’t know how to begin. Again. But she forced herself not to deflect, though obeying her own command took at least half a minute—unless she was rushed, which might’ve backfired.

"...I... I don’t know how... but I saw myself... I saw myself trapped. By some... clothing..."—she hugged herself, mimicking the grip of a straitjacket—"by clothes that wouldn’t let me move... I couldn’t move at all... it was... it was horrible..."—she leaned slightly forward, giving herself the look of a disturbed child that her story had been missing—

"And... and... I was... locked inside a night. It was raining... there was a storm. And someone was talking to me... a doctor... Doctor... Kraepelin..."—she recalled as the details came back—"he was telling me..."—and she raised her eyes, wide open, to quote—"...You must come back to us... you have to return... to the real world..."

She looked down again. The floor seemed like the best place to gather her thoughts. That scene terrified her more than any monster ever could. She’d felt trapped, lost, distant. Like losing everything in the blink of an eye.

"I didn’t want that... I didn’t want it... and... when it ended... I was just back at the table. Like... nothing had happened..."

...it took her a moment to compose herself. But she realized that having her own arms wrapped around her was the most comfortable way to finish talking.

"Also... I saw a basket..."

She’d wanted to talk about that with Hilda, but distractions made it impossible. She lifted her gaze, now with her usual calm back on her face.

"Do babies go in baskets?"

That question she’d practiced earlier that day, and had finally managed to ask.

"I saw a woman giving a basket to a monkey... and... I also saw a baby’s hand... same day."—the day of the other vision, she means—"I don’t know if I imagined it... dad..."—she stopped hugging herself, realizing she’d said too much, placed her hands on the chair, and her eyes drifted to the wall parallel to Charmy—"dad used to see things sometimes..."—she confessed outright, figuring Julia wouldn’t just drop the question—

It took her another second to look back. She met the doctor’s gaze with all the seriousness her blank expression could convey. And she confessed the last strange thing that had unsettled her:

"I also felt a strange tingling in my vagina."

7/7

>>5912 →
>someone give me a funny image
This:

>>4770 →
>>4771 →
>Are you opportunity Mick
KEK you got me, OP.

>>4757 →
>I'm glad you still see that role with affection, when the truth is I didn't put much effort into it and like the first of CSM, I made it with an expiration date in mind, now I regret a bit of that, because Daio did like me

Well, that's life. At least it fulfilled what it was meant for, it was a fun adventure with what I got to see. It ended up as a nice memory, which is what's important. I'm glad you had a good time during those times, despite the fact, as I myself pointed out, it had characterization errors here and there that even annoyed me kek

>Is there a memeshonen story without a yaoi potential?
Naruto? KEEEK

>I think I never told, but after training with Karin, I was going to go down and save the demon tribe village, and they were going to give him a flying cloud to make the trip easier
Keksito, Daio was 100% compatible with the flying cloud, but what about Tacu? Or was he going to have to become the backpack of the rag?

>At some point I was going to train with young Grandpa Gohan, or Tao Pai Pai
Quality. I suppose more with young Grandpa Gohan, because although I love the idea of training with Tao Pai Pai, I don't think Daio would look at someone who is a mercenary very favorably keksito.

>I counted on the other players meeting each other at some point, otherwise you could only steal the spheres at the last moment from the demons, kek.
Keksito, as far as I remember, I think I lasted the longest in that role. I didn't pay much attention when I reread, but I think the rest lolmurió, or only another anon was left. But it would have been interesting to make a party, pity it didn't happen. I'm sure everyone would have gotten along, or at least tolerated each other in the style of original dragonball kek

>Bebal was also going to be semi redeemable because Lucifer's plan involved destroying humanity, so he wouldn't be able to play anymore and that made him switch sides at the last moment
I always saw him that way, like he wasn't entirely bad. I even felt that in other circumstances he could have been a friend of Daio, but well, they practically represented the two opposing sides. But that. They could have gotten along. Pity, it's like... two African child soldiers shooting at each other kek

>I also have it very blurry, so take it with a grain of salt
Keksito, something is something. To close that good memory.

>esc never are we going to see Daio as a CHADHuman defending the earth from androids, the army of Cold, and other toriyameadas magic
>Trsitisimo

Maybe it wouldn't make much chronological sense, but yes, it's a pity...

I thought about using Daio for this role. But even as a kid, he would surely have realized it was you before rolling, and he would have done it. Although the truth is, given what I've seen, I can't imagine this role carrying Daio instead of Mick kek

>Aldo
>plot twist mode anime: Daio doesn't want to kill the demons and ruins the role kek

>>4770 →
>I like him more with this hairstyle, but the big tits aren't bad either, kek
Agreed. Short-haired girls are quality.
But Mick couldn't choose! He just needs them to be pretty, and with an interesting personality. There's an extra bonus if they have his character.
That's why Taino was discarded, her brain was too childish and that bothered Mick, he would see it as taking advantage of her or something like that kek.
And rejecting to be part of his team was to maintain the meme of the game that you can't join him.

>>4771 →
https://youtu.be/Rdn5swp12NA▾
"Escaping is not the way of a warrior like me!"

"Exclaims Ginyu before releasing his attack named lactico."
"You don't let yourself be intimidated and advance against the attack, you should have faced it, tornado against tornado, your arm spins like a whirlwind to deflect his attack, and for a moment it seems to work, until suddenly a foreign force tightens around you like a chain"

"Ginyu uses his telekinesis, you suspect more strongly than usual by that red glow in his eyes and messes up the movement of your arms, weakening the tornado and trying to leave you prisoner, your speed reduced and about to be the victim of the attack"

"A sudden ray passes by your ear, not from Ginyu, but from Vegeta, who fires his own attack against Ginyu's, detonating it before it hits you, but still, the explosion hits you"
"You fly through the air until you get up, the immense tornado of dust suddenly stopping and scattering dirt for kilometers, visibility was low, but you can still feel that sudden surge of ki, there it comes!"

"Whirlwind lactico!"

"Ginyu appears spinning like a whirlwind himself, stealing your flow and breaking your defense quickly with a elbow."
"He makes more distance between you, Ginyu stops and lands in the air."

"Jaja, I see you have good style terricola!, the accompanying movement along with the attacks is something I like"

"Pay attention!"

"Vegeta comes in for a weak hit and hits Ginyu in the face, they start a short exchange that ends with Ginyu pushing Vegeta away with a kick even if he managed to block it"

"Tch..."

"Vegeta complains"

"What's more surprising is that there's a terricola this strong, is that the principito did it too, did your new friends give you some tips, Vegeta?"

"Vegeta frowns"

"It will be fun to bring you head to Freezer"

"Ridiculous, I could never allow that you damage the view of my lord with such atrocity, I will be the one who brings his heads"

"He repositioned, now charging ki in his hands, and launches a quick burst of attacks"

"Galactic Dynamite!"

<Vegeta
1d130 = 30

<Ginyu
1d110 = 59
<Galactic Dynamite
1d100 = 83

>>4773 →
these levels of mememagia are ridiculous
Vegeta is going to be left without a body, kek
>>4770 →
>131582
>KEK you got me, OP.
That's the meta, otherwise they would steal your body

>But Tacu?, or was it supposed to have to become the backpack of the little shit?
A good person is not the same as a pure heart, I think his case would have made a gag of getting on it, starts to slowly descend from the cloud instead of falling face first like Roshi or Bulma, but yeah, it would have been a backpack

>I suppose more with the old man Gohan, because although I love the idea of training with Tao Pai Paichad
The idea with Tao would have been much gag and Daio or he would find out too late or never do it, that or it would have been before Tao became an assassin while being like 40 years in the past or something, I don't remember anymore

>I think I was the one who lasted the longest in that role
Yes, the rest of lol died at the 5 turns, kek

>Practically they represented the two opposite sides.
It was going to be epic, they were going to make a double kamehameha and all that, kek

>Maybe it wouldn't have much chronological sense
That was going to be the joke in the long run in that universe at least, cussing the canon before Koku arrived to the earth, the difference is that here you do it after

>I thought about using Daio for this role
Time lines are infinite, Daio could well be a warrior from the other world like Pikuhan

>Daio doesn't want to kill demons and ruins the role
Kek, it would be very steven universe but I don't think it sounds very toriyama to make an entirely evil race, surely and some demons (at least based on something like what toei showed before Daima and the demon realm) are good people and all that, nothing more the bad ones are the ones who cross to mess around

>To him it's enough that they are cute, and with an interesting personality. There's a plus if they have his character.
To Mick they ask, "What type of woman do you like?" What does he answer?
al me la seguiste el gag, kek

The other day I saw how famous those "narrating stories" videos from DnD, also from 4chan, etc. were, and I started thinking that... Odysseys have already been made here, or the MEGAODYSSEY /Hisrol/ (>>121188).
And I asked myself... Why not turn it into Loquendo, edit it a little (background music, and some sound effects at most....) And upload it to the chon's channel???

I mean, reading it is very entertaining, each odyssey is different, and they don't shove 8,000,000 characters of a thread down your throat, but rather it's told in a narrated way.
I don't know if it's a bad idea, I would watch it, and I saw that it was relatively "in fashion".

>>4480 →
Why does it seem like OP hates class B?

>>4490 →
What a great idea anon! When do you start editing the videos?

>uploaded to chon's channel
Is that nigger still alive?

>>4154 →

>Kilt and you ventured deeper into the oasis in search of more firewood to spend the night, both of you began to walk carefully through the lush terrain of the oasis, using natural shadows to try and go unnoticed, seeking to avoid an unwanted encounter.
>It was like this that you spent time in silence, you had already managed to gather a bit more firewood, but there was something that caught your curiosity, the physical power that Kilt had demonstrated called your attention strongly, especially how she had obtained it, since you couldn't feel even a little magic in it.
>Finally you decided to break the silence, starting a conversation, taking the dwarf by surprise, she looked at you a bit surprised, listening attentively to what you had to say.

Kilt: Well, I'm the daughter of a blacksmith, so I spent a good part of my childhood in front of the anvil hammering, that and the weapon training from dad forged the arms you see now, but I'm not just muscles eh, this figure you see is thanks to this armor that seems more like a damn sauna.

>The dwarf then flexed one of her arms while giving herself a pat on the stomach with the other, it was then that you asked permission to touch one of her arms, a bit nervous thinking about how the dwarf would react.

Kilt: Go ahead, handsome, but if you go too far I owe you a drink.

>Her voice had a playful tone while flexing her arm, your hand that you had unconsciously brought closer finally came into contact with Kilt, the warm and somewhat rough skin of the dwarf was the first thing you felt, followed by something you could only describe as a steel ball, firm, extremely hard and inflexible. some simply majestic muscles.
>While running your hand along the dwarf's arm you felt how her muscles tensed in front of your touch, the veins marked across her arm pulsing with blood, her hands looked thicker than yours, heavy, you could notice calluses on her palms as well as some scars that seemed to be from burns.

Kilt: Enough touching for now, if you behave and manage to gather more firewood than me I'll let you touch something better, now let's get moving, it's already starting to get cold.

>You managed to notice a slight blush on Kilt's face while saying this, the dwarf then got to work again looking for more firewood to return to the campsite, on your part, you also felt how the blood had come to your face, the heat of the blush made your burned cheeks hurt a bit, although this was eased by the cold breeze that began to rise in the desert while the moon began to rise in the sky.

Sorry for the delay negro, roll a D20 for research to gather firewood, please note that you have two bonus points on the roll and if you roll over 10 you get the reward, although the blood worms exist, but it's not time to bring them into the role

>>4153 →
Grunt Err-Tetazas

>I watch as the cart creature consumes whatever that was, making a funny effect, like it was a dragon, with fire in its stomach. My face appreciates how those African children look when they see something of technology for the first time, childish curiosity with adult distrust.

I stretch my arms as if wanting to show the size of a dragon, then move them as if they were wings. Dragons were beings of unimaginable power, if I could have a child with a dragon, it would be an even stronger being. I just cross my arms and nod, as if listening to my thought and say "what a good idea" although the Gorjal couldn't hear this, just looking at me like a schizophrenic.

I stretch my hand like those Chinese monkeys, and observe the object.... I smell it a bit and put it in my mouth, then try to imitate the ogrorco, absorbing the smoke... and absorbing... and absorbing more, until my face turns red, purple, blue ....

"COG COFCOFCFFOOFF AHhhgggg"

"COF COF"

>I return the pipe and continue coughing, letting out the smoke, how was this pleasant? It was like when I made a campfire and the wind sent the smoke to my eyes, making them tear up. And with that I cross my arms and stay silent watching the landscape...... ............................................ But fortunately, the orc breaks the ice.

I turn, get up, my face, observing the Lizard on the ceiling, to see if it woke up or if it's okay there, then looking at the Gorjal.

"No"

"..."

"I'll use it later, for now I need it"

"Later I can lend it to you maybe"

>Then the cart stops suddenly, I look around until Teturricas and the Yak, come out with the other.... And they go, into the forest. So I look at the Orc in silence, not understanding why? Are they going to hunt? To the bathroom? I didn't understand why if they were going to urinate, not just.... They urinated on the tree in front, why did they have to go so deep into the forest?. So I just sit down.... waiting..... and waiting...... but curiosity was greater.

"...."

>Without being able to hold back this curiosity, since I wasn't raised with limits, nobody raised me, I get off the cart and walk in that direction, a bit "away" to not go directly, but to be able to see.

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>Amelia
When Amelia becomes one of the victims of the prank on Claire, the one responsible for soaking her favorite clothes speaks up.

<Sorry...

But in her anger, Amelia ignores him, and even insults him, triggering a speech while being pointed at by the idiot.

"Don't... point... at me..." -he mutters-

<Fine! Yeah, I'm an idiot, a hopeless fool!

(Yes.)

<But I'm also your partner...

(Sadly UA doesn't offer classes from home...)

<The truth is, you're not exactly the best person in the world either

(No, I'm bottom-of-the-barrel trash too, so what?)

<antisocial, weird, suicidal, hurtful, and sometimes downright cruel.

(Did you catch the suicidal part?)

(Meh... not an inaccurate picture.)

<You can hate me, call me whatever you want—I don't care, go ahead and vent if it makes you feel better.

"Asshole."

(Meh... insults aren't that big a deal... not worth dwelling on.)

<But you know what? I love you, Ame-chan!

"What?" -she asks, showing no expression on her face... but feeling confused inside-

<I love you because you're my partner, and I care about you.

"I don't think 'love' is the right word for that sentence."

<You matter to me, Ame-chan, and look where we are—stuck together on this trip...

(It's true... remembering that annoys me.)

<You can reject me all you want

(So... you're serious about loving me...? What a shame.)

<but I'll keep inviting you and dragging you places anyway, just like Claire does

(Did it ever occur to you that maybe I want to do something on my own? That I'm not just a robot you can drag around everywhere? I have my own goal, you know.)

<And you know why? Because you matter to us, Amelia.

(mental sigh I have no idea why out of all the students, I'm the one who 'matters'...)

<Sorry, was that too dramatic?

sigh "You're completely mistaken." -she says, out of nowhere- "I don't know if you were serious, but I'll be direct: you don't love me. You don't know me—nobody does. I don't have friends, and I don't want any. You're just another classmate I'm forced to interact with, like everyone else. If I hate you less, it's only because you're one of the lesser evils... That's all. If you're attracted to me, it's only because of how I look... which would just make you a creepy pervert, since I don't even have a body..." -Amelia... simply hadn't developed at all. Not even a little-
She talked too much, so she just stopped.

"What I mean is: I don't love you, I don't like anyone. I'll live and die alone..." -a brief pause, but she continues- "in short: no."

He took it as a love confession. Amelia doesn't like love.

She didn't hate Gaspar more after that... but she didn't hate him any less either.

<Don't bother Ame-chan, or she'll strike back.

That was true—now the blonde was already plotting a painful revenge over something as small as getting mocked and nearly splashed by that woman.

<We were just having fun, like kids. What's wrong with that?

(How annoying.)

They throw Aneko into the pool maybe soaking Amelia again, maybe not which was somewhat funny... not funny enough for Amelia to even smile, but still somewhat funny.

(The fall of the pool queen... destroyed by her own kingdom. An interesting tale.)

<Two in a row, one more for a hat trick!

"Don't even think about it, creep." -she said, trying to avoid being next-

<By the way, you're from another class, right? What's your name?

(She already said that...) or did she? The timeline has been destroyed
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A while later, after drying off the flea, Gapoo once again puts his hand on her shoulder, making the girl shiver before she swats it away.

"Don't touch me."

<Better take a step back, okay?

Sigh "Good idea..."

Amelia turns and walks away from the group at the pool, the towel draped over her shoulders like a cape. Her goal was to use this moment to slip away unnoticed and head to the hotel, to talk to the teacher who hopefully was still in her room since she probably has no life.

(Maybe she's still there... it'd be really bad luck if she actually went to the bar like that mole servant said...)

And so Smurfette escaped... or maybe not. She was just walking normally; it'd be easy to stop her if someone wanted to.

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>...
>After Gapoo tackled Claire into the pool, both students managed to get out, only to find themselves facing another pair of students, one of them displaying a rather unpleasant attitude.
>Claire glanced at the book the guy was carrying—unfortunately, it wasn't a Bible, but "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu.
>The girl named Aneko showed an increasingly hostile attitude; as soon as Claire joined the conversation, the clash of personalities only heightened the tension in the air.

"Are you sure, sweetie? What kind of good students go around assaulting people with water?" The more the conversation progressed, the worse it got. "Censor me, you say? Is that a threat? From what I see, you're just a spoiled little daddy's princess. I'd love to see you get your hands dirty—if you've got the guts to do it."

>"And aren't you misjudging our teachers?"

"All adults are the same. They only care about getting their paycheck so they can waste their money on stupid things, like betting on pool or wrecking their kidneys."

>When Amelia started complaining about her class in general, the intention flew completely over Claire's head—she misunderstood and thought they were referring to another class.

"What did you hear the brown guy say when he showed us this place? We already live here, stupid..." Claire walked away, no longer willing to listen to the conversation.

>And then Amelia's previous turn happens kek
>After Feng scared Aneko off, she went to complain to her brother for having been left there like a soggy lettuce without intervening. That's when Gapoo climbed out of the pool at this point I've already given up on organizing the timeline and started talking to them.

"Leave me out of your fights, I just came here to read," the boy replied.

"Shut up," her sister snapped at him. "Who the hell do you think you are, speaking to me without me addressing you first?" Aneko pointed her finger at Gapoo, until suddenly the sailor grabbed her by the waist and repeated the dunking maneuver. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? LET GO OF ME!" She began screaming and kicking.

>Gapoo and Aneko fell into the pool again, just like earlier with Claire.

"LET GO OF ME!" She didn't stop screaming and kicking, now lightly punching Gapoo with her fists. "LET GO OF ME, FREAK, STATUE-FACED JERK!"

>Once he pulled her back out, she scrambled as far away from Gapoo as possible and took shelter close to her brother, arms crossed tightly over her chest.

"D-do something, you idiot!"

"I'm almost done with my book. Wait a minute."
"That's it, you're the worst!" She retreated inside the hotel. Clearly, those siblings had a very healthy relationship.

"Answering your question," the brother said to Gapoo, "No, we're not part of any class. We live here."

>Shortly after, Claire returned to the pool, now wearing her swimsuit. Gapoo tackled her into the water again.
>Meanwhile, Amelia left the pool area.
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>You left the pool with a towel over your shoulders, passing through the reception. There was Aneko, furiously drying her hair. She peeked out from under her towel and saw you.

"What are you staring at?" She technically spotted you first.

https://youtu.be/vbWAxSJ_EEg▾
>The elevator doors opened, and then—moving at incredible speed—something dashed past you, causing you to spin around like a cartoon character. You could hear a small laugh coming from Aneko.
>Your spinning finally stopped, leaving you slightly nauseous. You looked toward the cause—easily recognizable anywhere. It was Japako, visibly agitated. She swung her head from side to side, her snakes doing the same, as if searching for something. Also... was she sniffing the air?

"Seiken?! Seiken?!" She didn't even seem to notice you. Receiving no response, she continued running until she disappeared from sight. Looks like she wouldn't be joining you to get that souvenir anytime soon.

"Uhhh, that's your teacher, right? You haven't even been here two hours and someone's already gone missing. Real professional standards at UA, I see." She quickly returned to her annoying attitude. "You gonna keep soaking people around here or what?" Didn't seem like she'd shut up anytime soon.

>...
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>...
>After all the small commotion at the pool implying ended, the annoying girl's brother closed his book and stood up from his chair.

"Hey you, come here. I'd like to have a word with you." Having stayed out of things during the earlier incident, what could he possibly want to talk to you about now?

>Out of mere curiosity or because of my damn balls, you approached him.

"Simply put, what you did to my sister a moment ago didn't sit well with me." It showed—he was clearly annoyed, despite nothing actually happening at that moment. "So I'd like to settle this in a way that doesn't get either of us in trouble." Trouble? "On your way here, did you hear about the training area they have?" He doubted a simple fight would be beyond a UA student's capabilities. If he wanted to resolve such a trivial matter with fists, he was either very proud and confident—or just plain stupid. "Though you can go change first if you want."

>First day, and you already had a cordial invitation to get your face smashed in. You could try to run away, but who knows what would happen if you did. Would you accept his proposal?

>... 
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ps://youtu.be/FOVnAnO0pTI
>After spending some time on the beach, and preferably I'd like it to not be night already so as to have room for more events kek with the day not stopping its advance, Claire went to one of the many kitchens, and entered to start cooking as if the kitchen were hers
>The cooks were busy, but the few who were there didn't show anger or any kind of problem with Claire's presence there
>The kitchen was immense, that was the best way to describe it, dozens of ovens, dozens of sinks and tables, shelves, refrigerators, and pantries where all sorts of ingredients were stored. Even this kitchen, which was immense in itself, was connected to another kitchen that surely must have had similar dimensions
>The conversations among the cooks implied that, for the most part, they were preparing food for the hotel's opening night, which was going to be tomorrow night. Another small portion was preparing food for the other few residents who had arrived early
>It was then that Gapoo made his entrance, and like Claire, he started cooking without anyone asking him to
>Claire, noticing this, tried to get support from the cooks to kick him and most of the cooks out
>Unfortunately, she didn't get much support; kicking out people who were there to earn a salary was going to be impossible
>A cook suggested that if there was a problem, they could go to the adjacent kitchen where there wasn't much staff currently, as the rest would arrive tomorrow to finish preparations for the hotel opening. Somewhere in the background, Gapoo received confirmation from the head cook, and like a game of telephone among the other cooks, the news spread that in the kitchen, everyone who had the desire to learn or practice the art of cooking was welcome
https://youtu.be/5eLjtCcsBZ4▾
>It was then that suddenly Gapoo cut his finger while cooking. As one cook said he was going to get some bandages from a shelf, the door leading to the adjacent kitchen burst open
>A dark figure emerged from it, walking irregularly, and breathing raggedly, making strange sounds, as if it were an animal choking; it was a sight that could be considered terrifying... then the figure burped https://youtu.be/0naWO-EkLqg▾ several times in a row, in fact

"Ufff..." An arm poked out from the dark figure and scratched its head

https://youtu.be/k8PjJ7UuxEk▾
>The dark figure's body turned out to be a pile of hair covering a person. The hair moved, revealing a good view; the strange figure was actually a boy, about your age, with red eyes and extremely long hair, reaching almost to his feet
>Several strands of it were undulating on their own; his quirk undoubtedly had to do with controlling his hair. Other long, thick strands were holding... food, one was holding a bottle of Pepsi, and another pair was holding a bucket of KFC along with some sauce, while in his free hand he was holding a piece of chocolate cake

"I smell blood..." Some cooks sighed and showed small irritated faces, while the boy scanned the place with his eyes until he found Gapoo, whom he pointed at with his finger, "Who are you people and what are you doing dirtying my kitchen?"

"It's not your kitchen, you can only be here because you're too strong for the guards to forcibly remove you," a cook commented. The boy paid him no attention

"So?" He opened the piece of chocolate cake he had in his hand and swallowed it in one bite, and gulped it down at high speed, "What are you doing here? No, who are you?"

>>1493 →
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"You've already met Ayumi," Jacky continues. Ayumi is standing in the doorway and waves. "She's my second-in-command, my peanut butter to my jelly, my french fries to my Coke. Trust her as much as you trust me."

...

"You got here on time, but your partner here arrived two hours early. The weirdo—or weirdo, I’m not sure—was already waiting when we came to open up."

Who? Just by glancing to your side, you see there was someone else sitting there. Jacky was so eccentric that she stole all the attention.

“Hello.”

You couldn’t tell if it was a boy or a girl at first glance; they had waited for you to notice their presence before speaking. They had red eyes and white hair, a slender build, and you could see scar tissue on their throat and wrists. They were wearing a school uniform with a blue jacket and a beige skirt.

"I’m Motomu, Motomu Himura. I’m from Isamu School."

Isamu… you weren’t very familiar with the other hero schools, but you thought you’d heard something about Isamu from your senpais. If UA was the best school of all… Isamu was the worst. With no budget or proper equipment, rock-bottom grade averages, and a reputation as a dumping ground for troublemakers, it was full of delinquents and terrible students, producing so few heroes that people no longer considered it a hero school.

"I saw you on TV, I'm a fan of yours, I was on the edge of my seat watching the battles. I think you did great—the way you completely changed the script after barely qualifying to end up in first place, it was like something out of an anime, hehehe."

His voice was dry and raspy; he needed to drink some water.

>>1486 →
>Sally's lifeless arms couldn't properly adjust to the descent of her torso, because after piercing through them, Hannah had destroyed a significant portion of her supporting muscles. A metallic formation of blood immediately knocked Hannah to the ground. It was a shield hard enough to recklessly bend Hannah's superhuman body with a single, powerful impact. It was Mercy, who had finally reacted to Hannah's psychotic actions and swiftly subdued her. But no matter how reinforced her shield was or how hard she slammed Hannah into the ground, cracking the floor and walls instantly upon impact, her weapon would never be strong enough to block even remotely one of Hannah's cuts or her divine arsenal.
(Mercy) WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! WHY, HANNAH?! WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT?! HANNAH!!! Hannah...-! Oh God... Ah... Aa-ah... No way...
(Hannah) God... have mercy on me. Oh, Lord. Forgive me... Forgive me, Lord. I feel such despair right now... Mercy.
>Hannah Cade Andronicus murdered Sally on a Sunday during a scheduled visit, mere hours after the complete disappearance of Doxia and Bagdeleyne Von Batenkaitos in Nod. She made no attempt to rise, though she could have defeated Mercy instantly using her abilities; instead, Hannah collapsed to the floor, weeping and lamenting. She begged God over and over again, in a way that made you remember how she originally obtained her weapon through one of the many visions you accessed many hours ago. You didn't have to watch any longer as Mercy struggled to process what had just happened—because the moment Hannah surrendered herself to her God, you blinked once more, out of this repeatable scene.
(...)
(Jack) PAQUITO?! I can't believe it's you! And here, in Boston!
>You returned to the hours before Hannah arrived at the hospital, during the time she met with Jack in Boston. The hole wasn't growing larger with each visit, but it clearly seemed that its depth and the number of victims down there had only increased. Hannah and Jack's conversation must have ended; she was slightly distanced from him, yet still watching the strangely unforeseen arrival of an alien whom Jack immediately recognized as his best friend from the past. It wasn't just impossible that this wasn't the Paquito from his story—this being seemed outright fake, and everything around Jack felt highly unbelievable. Witnessing such nonsense, even as a third-party observer, right after experiencing such an intense vision as the murder of an innocent girl by Hannah, felt like a cruel joke. You could almost lose yourself, forget that you possess a body capable of traveling throughout Boston or even beyond it into Nod to uncover more about Hannah or the Vatican—but what brought you back to reality was the presence of a third person in this entire conversation. Excluding Paquito, there was a visitor you'd never seen before in any of these fragmented stories from Hannah's life, appearing precisely when she put on an immaculate, regal suit and began acting far more frivolously than usual. That vision of Hannah wasn't merely sharing space with the other Hannah; judging by how her cloak behaved, she could phase through the floor and possessed the same level of intangibility as you across the repetition of these situations. The first thing this Hannah did upon noticing your presence—once she convinced herself she needed to speak to you—was apologize for your own decision.
(Hannah*) I'm sorry, but all the energy in this universe isn't all the energy in the human world, nor is it all the energy in the Afterlife Realm, and certainly not even close to all the energy from the place you originally came from. Maybe, if you had absorbed all of it, you could've achieved something far more transcendent than me. But right now, the omnipotence you possess is exactly the same omnipotence I possess—one bound to the infinite iteration of this world.
>She precisely defines what you've been experiencing over the last 6 hours: a semi-random appearance of events, from which you can find little to no information to free yourself from this state of observation. Based on how Hannah describes herself, you can figure out a couple of things. She is just like you in this mode of witnessing the past—unable to interfere or make her voice heard anywhere except your ears. Likewise, she's so tied to Hannah that she remains close to her, allowing the succession of random events to continue. You can't harm her in any way—she passes through you and you through her whenever you try to interact more with the objects around you. However, trying to touch this well-dressed Hannah should be far less complicated than trying to touch Paquito or somehow hit Hayes. Unlike you, who can move at inhuman speeds and directions just by thinking, the divine Hannah projected near you does nothing but passively orbit the nun Hannah currently in the alien's situation.

(Jack) Boston, Boston! Sorry, I can't stop saying it. Paquito, you have no idea how long I've waited for your return! Ever since I was a kid... I knew one day we'd have our adventures again, just like in the old days.
(Paquito) Yeah, it's me, Jack. Now give me the access code to Gemini's bank funds. I'll make sure to run your agency with zero transparency, just like you always wanted.
(Jack) Absolutely. You know I'd do anything for a friend.

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>The atmosphere changed instantly. This time you could forget about the nonsense the boss of Gemini might or might not say, because once again you found yourself watching Hannah, who had the mission of climbing yet another small mountain. Your view of this excerpt from the story was the primary way of perceiving—nothing more than a pair of motionless eyes following Hannah everywhere. Only due to the peripheral presence of a second entity in this place did you begin to materialize part of your body into this observational plane. And not just your body: as soon as you recognized the presence of the Hannah wielding the sword and bearing the aspect of royalty, you too began generating a layer, a crown, and attire suited to your manner of ruling the newly explored infinite. The divine-appearing Hannah explains in detail the situation binding both of you. She recounts everything about the role that this supremely powerful entity plays in this plane of futile intervention upon the world.
(Hannah*) I observe everything—the past, present, and future of a specific creature—throughout eternity, from every possible perspective, even if I must occupy Planck-length differences across this vast, expansive universe. Hannah’s prayers, for instance, serve as shortcuts, allowing me to revisit a moment. You’ve been using them repeatedly. But don’t get used to them, because when Hannah’s life ends, you’ll have to eternally witness the life of Doxiagropobilicus, then the life of LeSueur, every inhabitant of Nod, every inhabitant of Boston, of Earth, and every living being that existed in the past, exists in the present, and will exist in the future.
>Not exactly uplifting news. You’ve had more than enough of Hannah for a very long time now, having explored her fighting, living, and interacting with others extensively. What the Hannah before you explains summarizes certain specific flickers—like the multiple appearances you experienced when she held the lamb, or the silent ones she made while walking through the hospital corridor, determined in her next course of action. Aside from moments when Hannah prayed to God, you likely had to shift to instances too mundane to matter during observation. From the moment she was born until her death, someone else confirming that you’ll remain here for eternity, shifting positions to witness the same things—every time Hannah took a shit or masturbated—is neither news nor a task anyone would willingly accept as an omnipresent God. Following the explanation of Trinitarian Hannah, the Hannah both of you are observing finally reaches her destination hours after twilight. At the lonely peak of a mountain once used to protect livestock and serve as a prayer site, a black sword is embedded in the earth, ready for Hannah to claim it immediately. Trinitarian Hannah reveals one more aspect—perhaps the most important since she indirectly pronounced your sentence—a hidden ability to interfere in events. Minutes pass between Hannah finding the weapon and being attacked by her own mind, forcing her to repeatedly beg for forgiveness.
(Hannah*) You will be like them and think like them, because every part makes up God. The same God who can do anything, because, every billions of iterations a statistical error appears that I can only define as a miracle. Move an electron, disintegrate a particle, vary the speed of an object by 0.000001% and even…
(Hannah) Oh, lord. Forgive me. Forgive me. Lord, forgive me. I will do terrible things in your name… I can't. I can't!
(Hannah*) This is the infinite power you sought. It works infinitely to strike any fool with lightning, moves atom by atom to part a sea in your name, or assembles your perfect offspring in some mother's womb. It is entirely up to you, as long as you can bear it, unlike everyone else…
>The Hannah in appearance approached her kneeling self on the ground before her divine weapon. No matter how much time passed from when she got her weapon until she fought with you, her crying and lamentations are heard the same both upon obtaining her ultimate weapon, and after eliminating Sally and repenting in mortification. It was after Hannah explained to you the application of miracles on this plane that she also knelt down to the level of her other self and showing an expression more distinct than the inexpressiveness that characterizes her, Hannah brought one of her fingers to wipe away the tears of her younger counterpart herself. She held the drop of water for a second in her hands, so that to an instant viewer it must have looked like a bit of dew remaining levitating from Hannah's actions, until finally Trinitarian Hannah closed her fingers and simply disintegrated the small concentration of water forever. In the way she explained it, miracles like those in Abrahamic myths, as well as the most recent ones achieved by Hannah, must be an application of infinite steps one after another measured over hundreds and millions of people to coincide in the probabilistic error of an action. It is absurd, typical of an absurd power that has no limits but mental resilience itself. As a being of infinite life you could be compatible with the nature of this place, occupying everything, at all times, without realizing the changes only after visiting other eternities and changing your mind based on the experiences of others.

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>But no matter how the Trinity Hannah makes it seem, orchestrating a miracle for you is just as likely as expecting Batenkaitos to seek mental help or Bagoriceny to stop killing innocent animals based on their appearance—simply impossible. She makes sure to emphasize this once again, stressing the overwhelming boredom you started to feel after watching Hannah do a lot of nothing for a long time.
(Hannah*) But you won't be able to do it. You won't be able to do anything. I've spent millions, and millions, and millions of eternities witnessing other lives. You need an iron will to achieve something like that—an divine will. (...) Listen, right now I'm a Hannah with 824 years of memories. Why? That sword doesn't just cut the past or future by chasing your target's projection across ridiculously distant positions—it also affects the memories of its wielder the moment you start swinging it. I can project an innocent Hannah whenever I want, just as easily as I can project a Hannah who's lived decillions of years mechanically performing her duties. She only needs to hold the sword in her hands, and I—I—and I, I and only I will take care of the rest.
>It was the Trinity Hannah herself who chose to reveal her true nature, after they'd jumped for the sixteenth time into the moment when Olivia calls out to Hannah, only for Hannah to completely ignore her. The real-looking Hannah continues explaining about the sword that suddenly appeared in Hannah's hands, pointing at it, assigning it properties equally absurd yet effectively applicable in reality. Finally, you're shown the mechanism behind Hannah's instability in combat, the reason why in none of her memories or experiences did she ever firmly grip the sword, but instead let it float mere centimeters or millimeters away from her hand. The Hannah standing before you decides when to switch places within the mind of the Hannah facing Olivia, and precisely when it's best to do so in order not to excessively alter the future or past based on her memories. After all, she is the sword's bearer—only she can fully touch it and use its power to cut memories. As for you, you've never had the chance to snatch the weapon away and deprive her of her powers or the decisions she made ahead of time. She approached you, close enough that you could feel her cloak brush against your clothes, turning invulnerability and intangibility back into nothing. And when she did, she displayed an attitude different from her usual impassiveness—whether in reality or in the observational plane.
(Hannah*) Sacrificing my mind eternally, erasing my memories one by one, whenever fate decides. If it means ensuring a demon like you never involves itself with a human again, it's a price worth paying. Sally's death was inevitable.
>She acts with arrogance when she has to reveal the full extent of her plan—one she has followed both in the past and in the future, systematically replacing herself to achieve her confrontation with you. The Hannah standing before you is precisely why, no matter what, Sally was certain she would die, regardless of whether she had ever known Hannah until the moment it happened. Again, they return from the Vatican to the interior of the hospital, taking a position outside the room where events unfold, yet still able to hear Sally's and Mercy's voices behind the door arguing over the wound you caused. The impeccably dressed Hannah who confronted you paces back and forth as she prepares to enter the room once more, precisely at the moment events unfold, only to point at the sword that will flawlessly emerge from Sally's body in an instant. She gives you the answer to the failed contract you attempted long ago—because she is their God in this human world, not the entire world, and she is herself both in the past and in the future, if you can align with the moment her memories are rewritten. Apparently, this Hannah, before her counterpart murdered Sally, tries to warn you about whether or not you can use the shortcut of prayers integrated into this observation plane's deep and indecipherable matrix. Finishing her gesture toward the sword, Hannah Trinitaria attempts to vanish, becoming increasingly transparent,
(Sally) (...) But, I trust that everything will be alright.
(Hannah) Keep that attitude until the end.
(Hannah*) I know your exit from this place is predetermined. I created this sword. I am the connection between God, my sword, and myself. But you cannot break me—because after this, Hannah Cade Andronicus will never again direct a prayer to God.

>>3357 →
>Seeing Monica laugh in that clumsy way and then declare herself human with all those strange immunities leaves me in a second of silence.

— (Inflammable but harmless? Immune to magic and also to people of color? This is very strange, her behavior is too innocent… or too artificial. Is she really what she says she is?)

— I understand… Monica. You don't seem like a threat. Just… be more careful next time with the kitchen

>I respond with a calm voice, trying to sound reassuring.
>Suddenly the cookies turn into that fire monster and it starts to laugh and threaten. I instinctively take a step back and raise my weapon pointing at the entity.

— (What...? This has gone from strange to dangerous) Watch out!

>I shout more to alert the others than for anything else.
>When I hear Grok's voice from outside warning about the trees falling I feel a chill. I turn my head for a moment towards the entrance.

— (Now something is coming from the forest? A beast? We can't split up like this… but we can't ignore this either) Grok! Keep your position outside! There's a fire monster inside here!

>I look again at Monica and then at the fire monster, tightening my grip on my weapon.

— Sir Eshrec, take Pipino out of here if necessary. Monica… if you're Inflammable, maybe you can step back. I'll take care of this

>I take a step forward, trying to keep my voice firm despite the nerves.

— You! Lord of Fire… Are you really going to attack over burned cookies? If you want revenge, at least explain yourself before launching flames everywhere.

>I prepare to attack or dodge, feeling my heart pounding fast but trying to keep my mind as clear as possible.

— (This doesn't look good… between the monster inside and whatever is coming from the forest… we're going to have to act quickly)

>I try to focus and use the luminiscence spell to get more information on what's approaching. I also use the freeze spell to test the fire monster first before attacking head-on.

Luminiscence: 1d100 = 93
Congelar: 1d100 = 90

>>3359 →
You saw water dripping from María's forehead, and if you looked closely, her face had a tomato-like complexion. She didn't confirm it, but didn't deny either that one of her possible intentions was to keep an eye on her teacher, and your curiosity about the proportions of her flesh masses was merely the final blow that made the poor girl look away for a moment. She fixed her eyes on the wall to one side, then shifted her gaze to a bookshelf on the other, back and forth, until she brought her doll close to her ear and suddenly lowered her face. Now Punpun was in front of you, shaking his head, then bowing it so you'd pet him—but it only lasted a few seconds. Once the girl recovered, she had no awareness of what had just happened, dismissed it, and kept explaining.

(...)

After revealing your logic, you've noticed several things: María's shining eyes and radiant smile didn't fade even when you emphasized how terrible her teacher was at preserving clues. She didn't react at all when you lifted her, merely pointing her index finger to the left—the direction you should follow to reach Belladanza.

Your singing echoed throughout Céfiro. Who cares if you risk slipping on puddles or catching a cold from the harsh rain? It's worth it! Your goal of registering the largest breasts in the kingdom is an achievement you must savor before anyone else. Not even María's almost negligible weight could slow you down—you're very strong... or perhaps the girl is just extremely light. The good thing is, there's nobody on the streets. Most likely, passersby have returned home or are sheltered under the roofs of nearby shops, so you can rest assured you won't bump into anyone.

After nearly a minute, María finally shows a gesture—by which I mean she merely blinked—one that, had it happened earlier, wouldn't have left the girl teary-eyed now.

(María) That reminds me of those ancient, fascinating stories based on a world before the Axis! We used to read them in...! Punpun?
(Punpun) ...
(María) Whaaat?! Don't be like that, Punpun! (...) Don't listen to him, Eärendyl—I suspect those same policemen too! One of them called me crazy when I offered to help with the case. Wait, didn't I say something else?
Ignoring the crazy lady who was slow to respond, you could see in the distance an abnormal giant blocking the path—there was no other way to go. A bit closer to you was a car, one with flashing red and blue lights on top that might've been about to Eärendyl you, but luckily, it was motionless.

? | Anchor SUCCESS

Your legs were rebelling against you, refusing to obey, not to mention your arms, fingers, neck... you could barely breathe or keep holding the girl, though the latter was starting to hurt from staying in the same position.

(María) W-We didn't steal anything!
(?) You committed a crime... and it was stealing my heart~!

Dark hair, golden eyes, and a uniform dominated by sea-colored tones. She had gotten out of the car way too cheerful, her gaze locked onto the girl. Bouncing closer and closer with little jumps, her final leap came with arms wide open toward María, who was now at the mercy of the police—they'd taken her from you, at least Punpun didn't fall off your shoulder.

To the woman, it was as if you didn't exist. You could see the crazy lady being used like a stuffed teddy bear.

(María) Let go of me!
(?) I saw you helping Professor Risa in several cases! In the newspapers you look so serious... but up close you're so sweet~!
(María) Waaah!

Someone else got out of the car—a young man wearing almost the same outfit, brown eyes, and hair just as dark as the woman's, though for some reason longer than hers. He pulled the officer—and María—back toward the car.

(?) Aww... Marco, don't be like that.
(Marco) You nearly got sued last time because of this, boss. Let her go, poor thing, she's all soaked.
(María) I'm not some poor thing! I'm María José VII!
(Marco) Huh... who?
(María) Ma-rí-a Jo-Sé Sép-ti-ma!
(Chief) She's Risa's student, I've missed her so much! Haven't seen her in the news for weeks... Oh, did you get sick?
(María) They won't let me do anything!
(Marco) Ah right, the kid who stands out at that academy.
(María) Not a kid! De-tec-ti-ve! Even Punpun knows that!
(Chief and Marco) Punpun?

You had faded into the background, alone, standing in the rain instead of inside the warm car. At least you weren't completely ignored—the giant was the only one who hadn't stopped staring at you since the woman started causing a scene. He didn't seem able to speak, nor showed any sign of moving. Meanwhile, you were finally free.

(Marco) Hey! You! Are you friends with this little girl!? Come here!

And at last, someone normal noticed you.

>>3350 →
>>3354 →

(((Man Without A Name)))

>We weren't especially nutritious, it was just a sport. What good times.

The world is for the strong and the weak must obey, like the wind and the grass, when the wind blows the wind bends before it

>I briefly explain his view of the world, obviously he considers himself a "strong man" because he is free, he does what he wants, sleeps with whom he wants and doesn't answer to anyone, he is, in the end, a truly free man but a slave to his own impulses and human instincts

>He couldn't continue explaining his viewpoint because the poncho fell off his body leaving him in just underwear... what humiliation, now everyone knows that the proud, self-confident strong cowboy is just meat, although little or nothing may matter to him that people see his prominent bulge between his legs; it's not that he's exhibitionist but simply that he doesn't care how people see him, even he might see it as an opportunity, maybe a pretty monkey could like his corpulent, hairy and smelly body with cigar and powder

>And I who only wanted to make some friends with whom to share my secrets about the magic of other worlds.

Hey boy, wait a moment, it was just a joke a while ago, come please

>Blondie bent down to pick up his poncho and hat from the ground, put on the poncho while Option approached him and rolled in the dirty, dusty fabric, took off the dangling cigarette from his lip and handed it to the dark glasses guy in his hand

throw that away please, you can go now

>https://youtu.be/c8NqYibMeow?si=Up_bbhqD2gulTOm3&t=124▾

>They are led to a beautiful, huge and precious dining room, the music of that place could only be compared to the one you've already heard in the movies that play in the bars, those movies that mock the pomp and excesses of the elite that takes advantage of the humble and honest workers that Rubio constantly cheats, he couldn't care less, thief is a thief

>He also couldn't care about the gourmet food, yes, he saw how Rose ate the food properly and could follow her steps but again he didn't care how people saw him. While that fat slut was talking he took out a cigar from his poncho, yes, one of those handsome and delicious ones exported from Cuba that he kept for special occasions, he brought it to his lips and called fire with the tip of his finger and lit it, exhaled a cloud of smoke directly to the ceiling. He also didn't stop at smoking in that beautiful place, he grabbed a spoon and with that same one he ate loudly and spoonful by spoonful the slices of banana

>Don't forget to respond to the survey that has been left at each table.

>He looked at the survey, the one about the government system seemed strange to him, usually he would say that a capitalist anarchic free market but for strange that it may seem it wasn't there, so he went to the option that seemed most appropriate to him: the one of the law of the strongest

>Although something that he didn't like was the wanwanwanesa trying to mentally control her little Rose

>>3354 →

>Rubio hit the exhibitionist on the butt and also gave her a delicious good squeeze of the right butt, he leaned his lips close to her ear, the stench of alcohol, tobacco and unbrushed teeth haunted her delicate nasal passages

Sweetheart, I would appreciate it if you wouldn't mentally control my wife, there shouldn't be discord among my women

>He let go of his wide backside before smoking more of his cigar

>>2980 →
Just now the Yuji vs Denji death battle is premiering tomorrow kek
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S4my56JWZJE▾

>>2974 →
>All Right's Power

Let's see this, since we're going to tackle it next time, but right now I don't feel like reading so let's go with the scaling.

>Percentage
The % of power he uses against those idiots will be irrelevant, I'll adjust it based on what's reasonable when it happens, but, given the data that they fought at 2 PM, and his peak is at 12 AM. Let's assume that, like Scanor, his power starts increasing at 6 AM and stops growing at 6 PM (not counting the power he can store like he does when fighting the Big Father), his peak is at 12 AM, i.e., 100%, to make things easier we assume his power increased by 1/6th every hour, and vice versa after 12 AM, so at 2 PM, his maximum power output would be around 66.7%.

There we have our base, now we have to guess the limits of his power.

Since he is the symbol of LAZ and replacement for All Might, this is the reference point.

>All Might's Power
There are 3 points to scale All Might's strength, that + Ruler's declaration that at 12 AM All Right could rape all the perceptos (the inverse scaling of Wrath = or > Muscular will carry).

>All Might Chapter 1
I can make a tornado that broke the clouds, that they calculate from 25 or 800 Megatons up to 1 Gigaton, Mountain+ to Island, and it's All Might already carrying the wound for 5 years, there are no speed feats unless we say that at this point he was faster than light, which, no, kek.

But, he should be much faster than Deku 100% vs Overhaul, we can't pull numbers out of our ass using the manga later with Deku and Shigaraki as sub-relativists, but if we use the reference strength and how drastically it declined

>All Might USJ
Where after having given the AFO to Deku he had already started to weaken exponentially.
His speed is comfortably Mach 35 if not higher, up to around Mach 60-70 taking into account 100% Deku vs Overhaul (although this Deku's power was also increasing, his 100% at this moment is greater than if he had 100% in the first season), and even up to Mach 90, the last one is very trust me bro, but we take it anyway.

As for strength... I couldn't find calculations so without much on hand, I had to do the scaling myself.

And the only reference is when All Might sends the Nomu flying with the Plus Ultra that pierces and disperses a couple of clouds, let's see the first cloud.

We'll assume the cloud dispersed in around one second, it's a sunny day, so it looks like a cumulus if I'm not mistaken, we assume an average height of 1150 meters and density of 1300 meters, a viewing distance of around 20 kilometers that gives me this ugly number 1.256.637.061,435917295 and the cloud calculator from the battle wiki tells me the cloud would have around 167845.88 Tons.

Now we use an omnidirectional dispersion calculation, which I don't know if I did wrong but it gives us barely 2 kilotons, and that this All Might being weaker than the Kamino one is a no, so we get exquisite and go to analyze frame by frame, but in doing so I saw that, in effect, it lasts 24 frames for the dispersion so it's still one second, I checked other calculators and the calculation went back up to 5-6 kilotons, fuck you Horikoshi stop being consistent!!!!.

Anyway, regarding maximum strength, All Might doesn't vary much from here to the end, his average must be lower, let's say 1 Kiloton, lol.

And this with the anime, in the manga the Nomu barely flies 400 meters, the fucking sure didn't even leave the UA grounds, lol.

BUT, let's go with the problem and declaration of 300 hits vs 5 in his first, and 360 kilotons is inferior to the minimum estimated 25 megatons, so All Might had to hit it with even greater force.

So, I have to go to Deku, who with his greater valcul available when he breaks that robot in the test, being 76 kilotons, still gives us 5 megatons for Prime All Might, So, NO.
The only way to give this some coherence is if this All Might has no more than 20 Megatons and his prime is over 800 Megatons, which anyway I wasn't going to use that value for the All Might chapter 1, but still, kek, that would tell us that in about a year and a half, All Might's strength reduced to half, if not more, since Plus Ultra was going more than his 100%, anyway, I give him 16 Megatons for a calculation I found so I don't complicate my life, kek

>All Might 3rd season/Kamino
With the USA Smash he generates around 7 Kilotons. In speed we have his feats where being contained he was turbo-fucking Deku and Bakugo who should be above Deku in the Stein arc which went up to Mach 8, so minimum, contained, it would be like double, Mach 20-25, and at maximum we could go back to Mach 50, it fits a bit because after giving OFA to Deku his limit went from 3 hours to 1.5, more or less that his power reduces to half would be acceptable, at least for this shit I'm doing, as well as it would be comparable to AFO, who could react to Endeavor's attacks so in the Hypersonic range it's acceptable.

There's also the first movie which would fuck this version up a lot but I ignore it, kek.

But, on the other hand
From, since going from 25 to 16 is a 36% reduction, let's say his speed was affected equally, so from Mach 90 at the USJ, in chapter 1 he should be around Mach 141.

So we go from Mach 141, 90, and 50. Mach 93.6

>Durability
We assume the same as strength, maybe up to 50% or less because in MHA (and because I'm OP and I decide things now) the monkeys tend to have more durability than strength unless stated otherwise.

>Summary
Anyway, in an ideal situation, a 100% All Might would have.

>Strength
16.3 Megatons
>Speed
Mach 93.5
>Durability
16-24 Megatons.

Going back to Deku vs Muscular, Deku was able to hit him with enough force to knock him out after he buffed up and got serious, being considerably stronger than his normal form which could exert a calculated tremor of 80 T of TNT, let's say triple, although he was already damaged by Deku's two previous Smashes, so just double, 160 T of TNT. That would fit with Deku's Smash, which quickly when he does one against Todoroki would enter city-block level, so the force against Muscular would be similar to that, seeing that from his Smashes in the test against Bakugo it was around 4 to 10 T of TNT, he could easily multiply his strength by 5 in just a few weeks passively, the same would apply, so averaging, if he could do a minimum of 250 T of TNT, which Muscular can tank even reducing the efficiency of his fibers, and then he surpasses it with his 1 million%, that Deku could easily hit with a force approximately a kiloton, which in summary, not only confirms these data, but for the Lucas camp he's a fucking beast at defeating Ira once he runs out of regen, damn.

I'm going off topic, at his 66.7% fighting at 2 PM, All Might would have, at most

>Strength
10.87 Megatons
>Speed
Mach 66.36
>Durability
11-16 Megatons

From that, we can get speculative values when I feel like continuing, although even using just 1% of all this the power scale goes to hell when these kids who barely have been at it for 1 month could make him bleed, kek.

>>2796 →
>you draw your blade, in your hands it becomes a flash that reaches its targets before gravity even gains a nanometer of advantage on you
>the fruits don't know they were hit, the gleam of the blade illuminates the mountaintop like a star-shaped lighthouse, which disappears the next instant.
>you lower your weapon, and the attack squad is soon reduced to tiny cubes ready to be served, the bomb flew free, as the only remaining threat, and with decision, you do a backward jump with your leg extended to take care of it
>your body does an ascending crescent kick, your instep launches like lightning onto the lightning rod and connects.
>but something goes wrong...
>at the slightest contact, the bomb cracks, releasing beams of light like a disco ball, and then it explodes with the blinding brightness of the sun.
>since you are a robot, there is no immediate pain, but your indicators understand the violent pressure increase that pushes you powerfully against the ground, embedding you in the rock as if you were making snow angels
>your kick resulted in a shot to the foot. Once the light stops blinding you, you discover that your attempts to avoid the gunpowder have left you covered in soot.
"Hehehe..."
>a laugh. Perhaps mocking, weak, and filtered through old age, breaks the peace of the valley
Sensei: ohh, Lobelto-san... Don't you remember? You shouldn't hit the bombs
>it was the sensei himself, the first fruit ninja
Sensei: you're still a little green... but your skill with the sword is unmistakable... Cleo... That you are ready...
>then, the sensei turns his back to you
Sensei: follow me please
>the sensei walked, and guided you through the city that had a fruit theme and stuff, until you reached the town hall, the origin of all evil, of control, of the Great Fruither, Big Brother
Sensei: it's your moment young Fruit Ninja™... Are you ready to face the fruits and liberate the world?
>wow, that was fast, as if the OP hadn't really thought anyone would send a piece to this, would you go face your destiny in the epic final battle? Or perhaps, you'd prefer to explore the city and waste time, because we like Dracula surfing

>>2794 →
>>2795 →
With an anon I'm enough, if Roberto dies laughing they can take his place kek

>>2798 →
>Shadab
jejeje bueno

Placid Sunday, just another morning. Her white sheet shimmered under golden rays, outlining the silhouette of the body she'd finally discovered last night. Her dreams—forgotten now—had been adorned by a vague sensation that allowed her to savor love as art. Things she experiences up close yet somehow elude her.

She wakes with the slowness the sun, so patient, grants her through caresses on her face. Her eyes open fully without delay; she slept well. The intense experience gifted her a pleasant lethargy. She gets up, resisting the urge to raise the blinds and let her eyes greet the landscape because she's naked.

"No one else is supposed to see this," her body seems to say, as she spins playfully toward the dresser.

She begins to dress. She has a big day ahead, and she'll live it beautifully. Rummaging through her clothes, she decides to embrace style—puts on navy blue high-waisted flared pants with a red belt, pairing them with a green tea-colored shirt with a pointed collar. She searches for a blazer too... only has one, floral.

"I love it."

She puts it on and looks in the mirror. She looks neutral... then dares to unbutton several buttons, exposing cleavage. The idea embarrasses her, but also liberates her. She smiles. Fixes her short hair... and now, finally, raises the blinds and opens the window...

The outside seems brighter than yesterday. Days in Steppenford are always a landscape. She loves the sun, adores it, can inhale the scent of morning. And release a sigh of satisfaction. Things were going to change, somehow.

"All future time is better."

That's what she believes. She turns from the window. Passes the painting with just a glance. She'll return to it later, with far more energy. Opens the door, and heads down for breakfast.

She passes through the kitchen, as lively as ever. Celia hums a sweet tune stuck in her head after passing once through a store playing music—a melody from another world, from an album with a beautiful blonde woman gazing at the sky. Life on Mars from Hunky Dory, by David Bowie

"Good morning, Mom!"

She exclaims, wanting to be seen.

>Celia
"Good morning, my li—"

She sees sternum, a little chest. Doesn't matter that they aren't mountains—she sees skin. Like how those crazy girls dress without a bra, that supposed new fashion trend making women clutch their chests.

"My God!"

Abby had already walked past by then, heading straight to the table where her father sat with a coffee cup, today's newspaper, waiting for the eggs and bacon that already smelled delicious.
>Abby
"Dad!" -she felt daring, she wanted to show her rebelliousness-

>Thomas
"Good morning, Abby."

He replied dryly, without taking his eyes off the newspaper. He was still thinking.

>Abby
"Daaad." -she doesn't give up- "What are you reading?"

>Thomas
"The newspaper."

>Abby
"Ahem..."

Celia comes out from behind, peeking nervously from the kitchen. She doesn't know what to say, she knows she should intervene, but at the same time, sticking her nose in would make them see Abby... like this.

"Look at me!"

Another sigh escaped the man. He lowered the newspaper, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he saw his daughter with her breasts almost bare, like a harlot, smiling like an idiot while her hands separated from her body with palms wide open. As if saying 'this is me'.

>Thomas
"Abigail." -he said as he stood up- "Button that up and go put on a bra this instant!"

>Abby
"Huh?! But Dad-"

>Thomas
"SILENCE!" -Abby flinched slightly- "I won't let any daughter of mine dress like a... A... Whore." -he said, pointing-

>Abby
"..." -her eyes widened for a second- "..." -silence, she put on a normal face-

>Thomas
"..." -he breathed-

Abby lowered her gaze but not her defenses, she buttoned her shirt up to her neck, and went upstairs without saying anything. She had a lot to say, she thought, but nothing came out. She left, observed by Celia on her way, who looked at her with a sad face. Thomas slowly returned to his seat, the weight of his own words seemed to leave him not knowing where to look either. He took refuge in Celia's face, but she looked somewhat sad.

"..."

Better, he looked at the newspaper.

...

>Abby
"Is all I've done just being a whore?" -she asked the mirror as she put on her bra- "Is loving, perhaps, the conduct of a whore...?" -it hurt her to be pigeonholed with that word, maybe she would have been indifferent, but she felt that an insult from Dad hurt much more- "Woe is me... Father, why have you turned this beautiful morning into a tragedy?"

She felt like crying. She didn't, she didn't want to start the great day like this. She put on the same clothes, now with the shapes approved by her dad, and went downstairs again. She served herself some cereal, Mom had already served food to the rest. They were all seated, in a strange silence. Abigail ate with her head down, without any witty remarks. In silence.

(The silence is heavy.)

She was doing it on purpose, she wanted the silence to weigh more than anything else. Thomas couldn't help but glance at her from time to time, he didn't understand her. She looked melancholic, with downcast eyes and lips set in a calculated seriousness. And, ironically, the most uncomfortable one turned out to be Celia.
>Celia
"...Don't you want me to cook you something, sweetie? Are you really just having cereal?"

>Abby
(Nothing. Just cereal.)

She thinks it, doesn't want to speak.

>Thomas
"Answer your mother." –he commands–

>Celia
"C-carrie..."

>Abby
"..." –pauses mid-spoonful– "...no, nothing."

>Celia
sigh "You're sure?"

>Abby
"Nothing." –repeats, choosing the most uncomfortable word possible–

>Celia
"Hm..."

>Thomas
"Ja... Your loss." –they don't even look– "Eggs and bacon are the best." –Abby finishes the bite– "You don't even know how to eat something good." –Abby chews– "..." –mumbles–

>Celia
"Jaja..." –fakes a laugh at Thomas's comment to lighten the mood– "ehm... Dad." –tries to change the subject– "Did you watch anything interesting on TV last night...?"

And so they pass another while in nothingness. Until Thomas finally lets some of his resentment fade.

>Thomas
"Uh... don't you wanna go to Simulatron or...?"

>Celia
"Oh, great idea!" –exclaims, genuinely cheerful–

>Abby
"Nah..." –this time, genuine–

>Celia
"Oh..." –feels like she's been slapped down–

>Thomas
"What, no?"

Celia
"Who could it be?" –gets up, unwilling to miss a chance to get scammed, though she might score a new vacuum cleaner–

Celia/Thomas
"Oh!" / "What?" –one is surprised, the other also, but less pleasantly. Abby bolts down and runs to the door at the cry of 'I'll get it!'

Abigail stopped short before the wall stopped hiding her, then stepped out with a balletic lateral leap, full of grace, ending with hands at her sides as she finally saw who stood at the end of the hall.

"¡!" –a hesitation, like a choked guttural sound. A glottal stop. She straightened up and composed herself, flashing a smile at her grandmother for an instant before turning back to her teacher–

<Good morning, Abby.

"Good morning..."

Her words were like watercolors, activating a tone drenched in sighs, watered down by love. She runs a hand through her hair, adjusting it slightly without dropping the smile.

<I brought this. You left it at school yesterday, and I don't blame you, with everything that happened…

"Oh... Right. The morning was a Greek tragedy... But the ending was... hopeful."

(Tell him to just leave it there...)

She thought, since they lived in an area where they could easily leave the door open. That's what Abigail believed. But even if she didn't know, she walked down, with a better idea. She reached out and went for the doorknob, accidentally brushing Robin's hand

"Sorry..."
She was seeking contact. Her hand holds the bicycle. The closeness excites her, yet she prefers to step back a little—safe distance to talk to a police officer without interference (3 meters)—giving her hero a pleased glance.

"Thank you so much... You're very thoughtful. Quite the gentleman." -she flatters as much as she can-

<And I'm sorry.

"Huh?" -she's surprised- "And why on earth should you be sorry?" -alarm fills her, had she been deceived perhaps? Her world wobbles-

<I had to check your files to find out where you live.

Abby sighed at the privacy violation as if a truck’s weight had lifted from her shoulders. She now knows Robin is aware of her dust mite allergy, her home phone number, and of course, her address. Basic things in a relationship.

<I thought about going door to door asking, but I always get lost in the suburbs, everything looks so... similar.

"I understand." -she said, raising her gaze, with a silly smile that won't fade- "Monotony can be disorienting, confusing, and in a painting, almost dull." -almost, because while it would limit your creativity to repetition, redoing the same thing multiple times has its charm- "Don't apologize for that. Really. It's a very sweet gesture. That you went through the trouble... Shouldn't I be the one apologizing, perhaps? I'd ask Minerva right now."

She consulted the man because heaven and Rome were too far away. She's glad Robin knows where she lives. And from this situation, only one thing slightly saddens her: not knowing where he lives. So slightly, though, that it doesn't bother her, because she knows that if she keeps walking through the tunnel, in the end they'll be together and share everything. They're connected, they just need to move forward.

<Why don't you come in and talk more comfortably?

Abby's lips form a delicate circle from surprise, mirroring her teacher's. But she relaxes more quickly, breaking into a broad, almost mischievous smile as the grandmother invites him inside.

(I love you, grandma...)

<Don't even mention it! Abby, tell your mother to set another place at the table.

"Right away." -she turns with the bike, then glances over her shoulder- "Mom told me to ask for whatever you'd like for breakfast~ I'll get you a great breakfast." -she winks at him-

She walks. Crosses the doorway, turns once more.

"Sorry, I know clarifying this feels anticlimactic after what I just said. But I think I haven't made it clear enough: I want you to come in now. I don't like ambiguous scripts." -she lets out a little laugh, waiting for him to enter the house-

2/3
Keksito, this feels strangely politicized

a small conversation arose among parents seeing the fervor with which the girl rushed to answer the door. and it was already reaching its end, and of course, drawing conclusions.

>Celia
"maybe she was waiting for someone... special." -she admits it; her girl is growing up-

>Thomas
"she never told me anything about that." -he's less accepting-

and then, the little one enters the scene. walking with an entirely different air than when she left, intoxicated by a love that makes her smile, raise her finger, and speak with more sweetness than sugar.

>Celia
"abby!" -she calls out; thomas just stares, subjecting her to jealous scrutiny-

>Abby
"mother, please, make a little more room in the flavor of the morning! a chair, a plate, and serve your finest breakfast dish... for excess."

>Celia
"ah, yes my queen." -she gets up- "are you going to eat?"

>Abby
"it's for a guest, truth be told. the lie discarded." -she asked robin to wait before introducing him; she'd call him in as soon as she was done; thomas was already frowning-

>Celia
"oh!" -she's a bit delighted, feeling she was right... her daughter has fallen in love- "and who is it?" -she asks to see him-

>Abby
-looks behind her- "dear professor robin, please, come forward~"

and so, he steps forward into the spotlight. his presence shocks everyone in the room; celia's eyes fly open, horrified for a second; thomas crushes the newspaper as if witnessing a crime. robin, with his androgynous beauty that abby adores, was not without controversy in a conservative household.

>Celia
"i'll go cook."

she steps away. not knowing what to think, it takes her a second even to look properly and understand that her daughter isn't some sick deviant drawn to this long-haired man's delicate features. she must sort her thoughts; she'll make a grand breakfast for him... but she needs every second in the kitchen to recompose herself.

>Abby
"see? mother will make a breakfast beyond delicious—you can believe it. i'm as delicate with food as i am with painting. please, follow me." -she invites him to sit, leading him by the wrist, pours him some orange juice, and sits beside him-

thomas glares murder at the other man. struggling so his quick-trigger side doesn't make him draw immediately. abby gazes up at the professor with the same eyes she uses to admire art. and it enrages him. he doesn't know whether he's more upset by how the guy looks or by how his daughter looks at him—but it doesn't matter.

"well... i couldn't introduce you to mom. but... this is my grandpa josh." -points with her hand- "and how venerable he is. i respect him, even if he's from another era." -leans in to whisper- "but he doesn't want me to help him with that oatmeal he struggles to bring to his mouth. jiji"

>Thomas
"abigail!" -he scolds her for the closeness; she returns to her seat somewhat reluctantly, looks at her dad with mild discomfort, but decides to smile; the moment with robin is a balm for everything else-

>Abby
"he's my father, thomas. dad is a... ahem. agent."

>Thomas
"police."

>Abby
"ah. that's right. but he's one of the groovies, isn't he?"

>Thomas
"what was your name again?" -he asks the professor-
Robin!

"And what exactly did you come here for...?"

>Abby
"He brought me my bicycle. And later, we're going to the Simulatron together." —she just made that up—

>Thomas
"What?!?" —that catches him off guard, anger replaced by pure confusion and surprise at such a revelation—

Celia returns a little while later. She refills everyone's orange juice if it's gone below half. And she places before Robin a gorgeous plate: two eggs with runny yolks, pancakes topped with melted butter drenched in maple syrup, two large strips of bacon, and a large toast cut diagonally in half so it looks like two.

>Abby
"Thank you so much, Mom." —she's cheerful—

After that, she sits back down, with a somewhat nervous smile, yet more accepting.

>Celia
"Sorry for the wait... Did I miss anything?"

>Thomas
"Nothing..." —still staring at the guy— "hey. And you... 'Robin', right...?" —says the name with a mocking tone— "why the fuck don't you cut those filthy greasy locks like a real man?" —Abby is already frowning— "You're not one of those dirty queers, are you?"

>Celia
"Dear..." —gets tense—

>Abby
"I assure you he's not!" —raises a finger— "Professor Robin is... very masculine..." —her other hand wanders, and somehow reaches her professor's knee, gently caressing it, then his thigh—

>Thomas
"Oh yeah? Doesn't look like it to me. You know being a faggot is illegal, right?" I suppose back then it was illegal in nearly every state. Unless Steppenford happens to be one of the 4 states that had just legalized it, which would fuck up this dialogue lol "Don't wanna spend two years in a cell. Or do you? I've heard queers have a rough time in there—"

>Abby
"Dad!" —stops touching Robin abruptly—

>Thomas
"What? I was just asking."

>Abby
"You're embarrassing me... Professor Robin is..." —touches her heart, blushing— "special... to me..."

>Celia
"!!"

>Thomas
"..." —takes a deep breath, suddenly stands up— "I gotta go to work."

>Celia
"Dear—" —stands up too, but he was already gone. Celia sighs; there was nothing to do when he got like this... she sits back down—

>Abby
sigh of ugh what a drag "sorry about him... I'm afraid in the end, he's just another one of those cops..." —eyes closed, indignant—

>Celia
sad sigh "Abby..." —this girl...—

>Abby
"Anyway... Robin, this is my mom. Celia."

>Celia
"Pleasure to meet you..." —despite everything— "Abby really enjoys painting... I suppose that's something you taught her." —she says "painting"— "uh... thank you for that."

Abby always felt she had the talent, but she wouldn't discredit Robin's help.

"And..." —just making conversation— "what... ahem..." —wanted to ask what his intentions were with her daughter, but that didn't seem like the best word— "what kind of connection do you two have?"

Abby tenses up. That was a question she was extremely interested in. Meanwhile, some oatmeal spills onto Celia's blouse.

"Oh Dad... seriously, don't you want a little help with that...?"

3/3
Now I can finally rest in peace.
Thanks so much Steppenfoooord sorry for so little