EPILOGO: EL ENIGMA SIN FIN∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ΕΠΙΛΟΓΟΣ: ΤΟ ΑΤΕΛΕΙΩΤΟ ΑΙΝΙΓΜΑ
Why do you stare Do you think that I care? You've been misled By the thoughts in your head
Your words waste and decay Nothing you say Reaches my ears anyway You never spoke a word of truth
Why do you think I believe what you said Few of your words Ever enter my head
I'm tired of living with freaks? With tongues in their cheeks Turning their eyes as they speak They make me sick and tired
Are you confused To the point in your mind Though you're blind Can't you see you're wrong Won't you refuse To be used Even though you may know I can see you're wrong Please!, please!, please open your eyes Please!, please!, please don't give me lies
I've ruled over the earth Witnessed my birth Cried at the sight of a man And still I don't know who I am
I've seen paupers as kings Puppets on strings Dance for the children who stare You must have seen them everywhere
>Players
-Tamamo: alien shemale with divine tits, the fanservice made real but with good development -Baloo: rotating ball of fur, tactical and deadly, bear master of disguise and lover of nature -Charles: depressed writer with severe inspiration problems, for biological reasons he is francophobic -Lovely Flowers: French schizophrenic, after being thrown (against her will) towards a Greek god she believes she is the owner of destiny -Shaggy Rogers: "wooorales Shaggy ¿how was the touch? ¿stands, Scrappy, gods? chiiiispas old man this thing really makes you fly" -Lirola: Olé the most Spanish and very Spanish of the role, you know it, kid, man!
>MAXIMUM SPOTS let's be honest,.. ALMOST 5 YEARS AND STILL I HAVE NOT FINISHED THIS BUT I ALMOST ACHIEVED IT JAJAJAJ
>>2635 → Of course there's urgency, I don't like leaving you without roleplay JZJAJAJAJAAJAJJA I was able to get out of this hellish semester and even though I got a job, I find it easier to roleplay without thinking about uni JJAJAJAJAJ
In Japan, there was a strange phenomenon. People could die spontaneously. Average people lived in fear of burning, being torn apart, or disappearing and never being seen again. But others know this wasn't a simple matter of chance... But of curses. Beings born from humanity's negative emotions, and who wreak havoc. To keep the curses at bay, and defend humanity, sorcerers exist. People capable of controlling their cursed energy to eliminate these evil spirits. That's where you come in. You are going to train to be a sorcerer. At the sorcerer school. This is the story... of how you became a true jujutsu sorcerer.
:- Selective memory? Haha! Oh poor you, they must have hit you really hard for you not to even remember the fight.
The guy who doesn't know how to dodge is now also the guy who doesn't know how to remember. The fight didn't last even 5 minutes and yet his fish memory isn't enough to remember the moment when Takahiro drew the curse towards himself to hit her head on. Listening to this guy trying to justify his own uselessness is very funny to Takahiro.
:- Bark as much as you want, it's not like a mixed breed dog can do anything else.
He shrugs, sits down, and lets the piñata's insults pass. Takahiro didn't say it directly, but it's true that he is the son of cousins. Something that is true for the majority of clans that want to maintain the "purity" of their cursed techniques. Without giving it more attention, he ignores it along with the rest until they arrived at the temple.
:- Of course you were going to go out to defend the other useless one. It doesn't matter what his ritual does, if all he knows how to do is hide behind others then he has nothing to do here. >>6639 → So what are you waiting for? Stop hiding behind your boyfriend and speak for yourself.
If Takahiro noticed that the melody came from Rammstein or not, it wasn't the issue. In his view, the real problem was the fact that this one remained locked inside the train while the others (except Takahiro) fought for their lives. Coward tactics like that didn't even deserve to be considered magic. Trying to provoke him, Takahiro stood in front of Rammstein and demanded an explanation in front of everyone.
:- So that's what it's about, well then if that's what you want next time I'll let the rest die without me intervening.
Crossing his arms, Takahiro just nodded and looked away. The old man's response wasn't what he expected, but it was certainly a response. If he had known they were doing things the old way, he would have let everyone deal with it as they could.
:- No, I don't see any teacher here. So if you're so kind, why don't you go and find her pequ- !Agh! !Ayayay! !Let go!
Continuing with his confrontational attitude, Takahiro tried to keep annoying the supposed teacher. However, this attempt was interrupted by the sudden pull that made him lean to the side to avoid having his ear torn off. He whines like a little kid until they let go and starts rubbing it to reduce the burning.
:- !Blegh! I'll see what you get when I find your father.
He returns the tongue sticking out and once again treats her like a child. He'll need much more than a simple ear tug for her to recognize him as her teacher.
:- Of course, of course, a class. Hopefully this time we meet our real teacher and all.
Reluctantly accepts to follow Moco along with the rest of the students. At least the inside of the school looked like a school. With everything that happened, he expected them to tell him the dorms would be outdoors or some stupid thing like that. Fortunately, that's not the case and also they are individual, so he won't have to put up with any of the other idiots.
:- Wow, they are in a hurry to run out of students... Anyway, I already told the old man before that I don't intend to help them. So from now on, everyone is on their own. I'll come back when they finish praying for their lives.
As expected, the supposed teacher has nothing to teach. If that's the case, then he also has no reason to stand here doing nothing. After complaining and saying he doesn't intend to help anyone, Takahiro left. He'll go on the mission when he wants, for now he prefers to spend some time watching the fish or checking out his dormitory.
>>6852 → well, the fact that my powers depend on technology is what brought me here
>I'm liking the teacher quite a bit >it seems the blue-haired girl and I aren't the only short ones here anymore >although her name is a bit weird... >at least it's not Loco Moco >that reminds me I always wanted to go to Hawaii... >but it's not the time to fantasize about having a vacation >classes just started, after all
>I decide to go look for my dorm >I'm going to need to have my phone charged in case I need to use my technique again >maybe later I'll go see about the uniform... >if it doesn't end up being too big on me
>>6851 → "Professor Chumimaru, if you're tired, I can help you with your insomnia" She told the professor as soon as she saw him having trouble concentrating. Amara was now like that, trying to help whenever someone could, because that's what she had promised the director. The professor seemed like someone hard to impress. But she tried. "Look"
Amara picked up a small feather that had fallen on the path, and from among her magical tools, she took out a tiny bottle that had a white, viscous fluid with which she could cover the small feather. Using the sap from a sleepy tree as a catalyst, Amara could summon Paralyze, which was what she was trying to do. Her cursed energy immediately traveled to a flying bird that fell into the pond.
"It's the equivalent of propofol" She said, repeating what a famous African once said. And without more, she went to rescue the bird from the pond, and to make it a small bed on a water lily. She acted proudly, although because of it, she had already gotten her sleeves, shoes, and part of her legs wet. Saving others implies sacrifices.
>>5990 → "Hey, partner Junzo" She called him, without an apparent reason. Amara stayed looking at her partner for a few seconds, with an unreadable expression. Was Junzo always muscular? If the inflated state doesn't go away with a pinprick, eventually it will go away when he rests, for example. What if someone attacks him while he sleeps, and he inflates again? So many doubts. "Let's go together. Japanese-style" She said, several seconds later. Amara was going to follow him until he lowered his guard. In a way, it was like the African documentaries where they followed the animals to know what they did.
In the last two decades, the world has witnessed an unprecedented phenomenon: the appearance of individuals bearing peculiarities — genetic alterations that grant extraordinary abilities — colloquially known as quirks. What began as isolated cases, hidden and misinterpreted, has grown into an international matter.
The scientific community debates whether this is a natural evolutionary leap or the result of forces yet to be identified. Governments, on the other hand, are concerned with the strategic impact of these individuals. In a world divided by the Cold War, the fear that quirks could become weapons has ignited diplomatic tensions and fueled extremist ideologies, both in defense and opposition to their existence.
In this climate of uncertainty, amidst the cold waters and dense fog of the North Atlantic, rises Genesis Island: an isolated enclave, inaccessible by conventional routes and officially nonexistent on any navigational chart. Administered by the geneticist and empathetic mutant Edward Claremont, the island serves as a refuge and training center for young quirks carriers. There, they are taught to understand and control their abilities, while also being prepared for missions beyond their shores.
Claremont, visionary and pragmatic, founded Genesis Island in 1972, after acquiring the ruins of a World War II naval base. His facilities — a mix of military and academic architecture — now house classrooms, laboratories, training zones, and restricted sectors whose existence is rarely mentioned. Although his official discourse advocates for peaceful coexistence, many wonder what his true objective is and where the resources that keep this place functioning come from.
In the year 1983, the world watches in silence. Between the promise of a future where humans and mutants coexist, and the fear of an inevitable conflict, Genesis Island stands as a lighthouse… or perhaps, as the spark that will ignite the next great war.
>Sheet Nothing new, they already know it
>Name
>Quirk Try not to make it open to further evolution, the point of the roll is that players advance with their quirks as they learn to handle them.
The jars with heads arguing amongst themselves with confusion and strident sounds began to surround the last engineer without realizing that Maria had started running through another hangar. She brought her hands to her head, feeling the psychic link with Moira overload due to the sheer number of sudden thoughts filled with confusion, anguish, fear, and surprise. The engineer screams as that link gives way and breaks like a thread.
<elsewhere...
>Moira Kinkross lets out a heartbreaking scream of pain as a fat drop of red blood runs down her nose. She falls from the chair where she was sitting as if it were the throne from which she directs the entire battle. Claremont runs quickly to help.
She brought her own fingers to a certain particular area of her neck. Moira's travels around the world had not only served to build a superb and manipulative personality, but also to learn things like the key to sleep, which she applies to herself after pressing a nerve in it, and she collapses in an instant into Claremont's arms.
The engineer's scream announced his freedom from Kinkross's mind control. He fell to one knee, seemingly exhausted. He wipes the sweat before standing up, still breathing heavily.
But that is the moment when the last engineer is hit by one of the mare's kicks, with such devastating accumulated force that it sends the last engineer flying, again towards the Phoenix 1, from where Barracuda emerges from the ground after having strained to get out from under the plane.
He watches what is coming at him.
With all the engineers defeated and the heads still around and no more psychic threats, Warren helps the injured students to their feet. As a good leader, he has done absolutely nothing to help them moments before.
<Warren I no longer feel Moira in my mind, let's venture to think that the psychic bomb was a success and we will advance towards Claremont's study, it must be unprotected right now.
He turns and walks towards the hallway leading to the mansion, expecting the rest of the kids (minus Barracuda) to follow him.
>>6716 → >looks like the clown's attack attracted someone >I'd better say what I think in Russian, so Anne Sophie doesn't understand me
FASCIST! where is comrade Stalin when you need him?
>moments later I see the kick the mare gave >she deserves some congratulations
Good!
>after that it seems we managed to stop Moira's psychic powers >all that's left is to find her >although my little sister is worried about what happened to Barracuda
don't worry, he'll be fine, as long as your Fhürer doesn't try to do to him what they used to do to people like... him?
>good thing I lost interest in Moira during this mission >otherwise I wouldn't be able to contain myself >but this is almost over >maybe I can take the opportunity to approach the mare girl again
>>1989 → hey, how about we go for a salad when this is over? or maybe something from your country, I don't know much about Chile beyond what the news says...
>maybe it's not a good idea to mention comrade Allende or the fascist Pinochet right now... >and I think I should do more than talk about my country when I'm trying to win over girls
"There's no need to worry, a little dust won't hide my natural shine"
He runs his hand over his body to clean his real muscles. Smiling and posing at the same time, for the enjoyment of the enchanting companion who asked about his condition. While continuing his delusions of being the center of the world, he ends up hearing a certain familiar voice.
<Lucan what the hell is that faggot you're carrying on your back?
"Grandpa?"
<You're the Most Serene Highness to you, you little piece of trash! Answer the question or are you also deaf as well as an idiot?
"They're my wings, a blessing from heaven that allows me to rise above any commoner"
<What we need is a cockroach in the family!
"I'm a beetle..."
<You're a disappointment, just like your parents and all their brothers! What has that useless bastard been doing with the country he was left? I bet that idiot already dissolved the monarchy!
"We're still a monarchy, just a constitutional one..."
<Constitutional my balls! Either you control the country or you don't, only a fag who can't make up his mind would choose that!
The annoying and decrepit ghost continued to bother his grandson, insulting him and his entire family at the same time. The natural confidence and arrogance of Lucan began to fade as he listened. He didn't take long to run out of answers, while looking at the ground with a depressed face like a child being scolded.
"Ah yeah... eeh, I have to go. There's world to save and that..."
Warren and his call to action becomes the perfect excuse for Lucan to escape from his grandfather's ghostly lament. Hurriedly, he turns around, runs and gets as far away as possible from this. However, they can still be heard in the distance his shouts and complaints about every little thing that happened with his country. It seems he's so focused on these that he doesn't even notice the moment his grandson left.
<And what's this about not joining Hitler? Be neutral, be neutral! If you're so scared to make decisions then get out of the way and let someone with a better mustache make the decisions!
50 years ago, a strange meteorite fell into the pacific, and from its remains emerged a very mysterious place known as the shadowy island. From this island, strange floating rocks emerge almost daily, carrying giant monsters within them that have not ceased to torment humanity relentlessly
''But not all is lost, the meteorite's energy seems to have awakened something, a hidden potential in the girls and teenagers of the earth, which usually awakens when confronting giant monsters. Only a few have managed to awaken this power... the power to become magical girls known as Celestial Heralds, the champions of earth'
>name >appearance >age (8-19 years old if you are a novice, you can only be older if you are a veteran) >background >stats You have 2 base points and 10 points to distribute
Strength: increases the faces of your damage multiplier die
Defense: determines your HP
HP = Defense x10 +100
Agility: Determines how many times you can attack per turn, one attack per point.
Combat system: you attack as many times as you have agility. For each attack, you roll 1d20 for damage, a multiplier die with as many faces as strength points you have, and 1d2 for accuracy. If the accuracy die rolls 1, the attack fails, if it rolls 2, it hits. The damage is the result of your damage die multiplied by the multiplier.
for example, a character with 4 strength and 3 agility would roll:
1d20 = 6 1d4 = 2 1d2 = 2
1d20 = 15 1d4 = 3 1d2 = 2
1d20 = 12 1d4 = 2 1d2 = 1
you can combine the faces of your damage and multiplier dice to roll more powerful attacks, but you run the risk of missing the attack. For example, the previous character could roll:
1d60 = 27 1d12 = 8 1d2 = 1
you can also pay with one of your attacks so that another can hit guaranteed, but you can only do this with one attack per turn, and if the attack is the sum of several, you must pay the same number of attacks you used to make it. For example, a character with 8 agility and 2 strength could do this:
>>6711 → >4:32 PM >Washington D.C. >your father keeps your existence a secret >the reasons are very obvious >at least you're less of a problem than that son of Elon Musk... >but at least you and your mother have your own house and amenities >they live well to keep your mother quiet >unfortunately, she is sick with hantavirus after being near an illegal immigrant >that's why she's also in quarantine, in her room >but at least the day is peaceful >it's been a while since you last saw one of those floating rocks >luckily, that time it was heading towards Delaware... >but one of those could come here at any moment
>>6712 → >I was sitting on the sofa with my phone in one hand and a drink in the other. >I let out a sigh as I look out the window of the house.
"Washington is too boring when there are no monsters..."
>I mutter to myself before scrolling through the news. As always, not a single mention of me. My father makes sure of that. >For a moment I look towards the hallway that leads to my mother's room.
"You better get well soon..."
>I say in a low voice, although I know she probably can't hear me from there.
>I turn my gaze back to the sky. Since the last floating rock, everything has been strangely quiet. Too quiet. >And when one of those things shows up here, I guess I'll have to take care of it. >I smile with a certain arrogance and rest my chin on my hand.
"After all, someone has to save the country while the adults are busy with their own corruption"
>>6713 → >while you yearn to save the world that adults are destroying, you hear explosions, missile impacts >a giant rock is approaching >and this time it's not coming from pazo >the rock sheds its crust into the air >a piece of it falls right on your house >falling right next to you >luckily, your mother's room is intact >the monster that was inside the rock then approaches you >it somehow starts absorbing the electricity from the entire city >they shoot it with more missiles, but they do nothing >your house shakes a little >but your mother is still safe >however, a helicopter arrives to try to evacuate them >maybe your father sent it >one would think he would let them die as collateral damage from the monster >or maybe he'll be playing 4D chess like his supporters say? >whatever the case, they are already rescuing your mother >and before the monster tries to attack you, you feel a power surge within you >one of the military tries to call you
>military GET IN, QUICK!
>will you try to keep thinking about the power you feel, or will you board the helicopter before it gets shot down?
Club de Literatura 5 & Knucles ft Dante from Devil May Cry - New Funky modeRoleroMorganite-08a738No.4440es
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Battle? ERP? Action? Odiseas? Here is the testing field where you can practice as you like or share literary material of various kinds, if desired, other anons can give feedback by proposing scenarios or situations which you have to roleplay or describe in exchange for an opinion or critical look at your prose and interpretation.
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".
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOZrsqLPwxA▶On this occasion, the focus will shift from the famous Class 1-A and its associates. To concentrate on another corner of UA, this time a group of students not so prominent or well-known
...
https://youtu.be/VOW9AFZFEhE▶The setting was in the middle of a television program, where a raffle for something of great value was being held. The presenter put his hand inside a small box, and from there he pulled out a crumpled piece of paper
He carefully unfolded it to read it, then shouted, using all the air in his lungs, towards the camera
"AND WE HAVE A WINNER, A LUCKY CLASS FROM UA SCHOOL, HAS WON AN ALL-PAID TRIP TO MASAYOSHI ISLAND, A TOURIST CENTER AND VACATION RESORT ABOUT TO BE OPENED, AND THE CURRENT HEADQUARTERS OF THE JAPAN PUBLIC SAFETY COMMISSION"
The lucky UA class managed to win a small, luxurious vacation on a paradise island. The dream of anyone, isn't that right? >Players <Amelia <Aliz <Chieko <Claire <Feng <Gaspar <Hirohito <Iwamaru <Kay <Kyla <Malakai <Seiken
>>26367 >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 >>26433 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.
(>>26350 >>26351 >>26352)Claire needs a visit to the psychologist (>>26367 >>26423 >>26433) (>>26733 >>26734) >... >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. >>26733 >>26734 >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.
>... >>26367 >>26423 >>26433 >... >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?
>... (>>26350 >>26351 >>26352) (>>26367 >>26423 >>26433) 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?"
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https://youtu.be/-t5--PiJsWo▶After the UA sports festival came to an end, the end of the first semester at the hero school was also marked. However, the young aspirants have no time to rest, crime in the streets is increasing, criminal gangs growing more and more concerned due to the decrease in their numbers caused by certain groups of villains. Our young heroes will go out into the streets for their internship periods with real professional heroes, and get a real taste of what this world is like, and see if they are prepared to face it.
Several days had passed since the festival, since you were transferred to the Hero Course and Class A, and also since that incident with Sarah and Abel.
Just as you’d imagined, you hadn’t received any offers from any hero agencies; if it weren’t for LockPick, you would have been stuck, or you would have had to rely on the UA itself to take pity on you and find you an agency. When the time came, you picked up the phone and accepted the offer; the day was already set.
This was the opportunity you needed, and you weren’t going to waste it. At dawn, you took the train to leave Shizuoka Prefecture, where the UA was located, and head to neighboring Aichi. Your destination was the capital, Nagoya. The day before, you’d picked up your hero suit at the UA—this was the perfect chance to break it in.
The trip went smoothly, though once you got off and started walking toward the location, you realized something: this didn’t seem like a very safe part of the city. The further you walked, the worse it got—there was more trash, the buildings were starting to look run-down, and there were suspicious-looking people hanging around. At least the day was nice, with a blue sky and few clouds… though they said it would get cloudy later.
After a while, you arrived at the place: a small three-story office building, sandwiched between two other large buildings. The place looked neglected; however, it had a sign with the address marked on it, next to a sun-faded LockPick poster stuck to the door, and next to that was another poster that read “nail salon.” Now that you remembered, the address specified “2nd floor.” Next to the door was a panel with buttons to call different floors.
Waiting by the door, you see that there’s also a girl there. She had two-toned hair—black and white—and was wearing the uniform of a school you didn’t recognize: a gray shirt and a brown skirt. In addition to a backpack, she was also carrying a purse. She was tapping her foot impatiently while checking the time on her... pocket watch? It was quite old-fashioned, it must be said.
https://youtu.be/k8PjJ7UuxEk▶"Huh?" She notices you as you approach—inevitably, you weren’t going to just stand there waiting in the middle of the street. "Hi... Heroic Internships?"
Were you that easy to read? Was it because of the uniform?implying, or because of the limited number of reasons someone would come to this place at this hour? Maybe it was because you were more covered up than an Islamic woman, and she recognized you from TV after putting two and two together. (https://youtu.be/85blxTtLmU0▶ ) A buzzing sound is heard; the door’s magnetic mechanism gives way and lets them through.
"Finally! I’ve been waiting two minutes and 32 seconds," she mutters to herself, and they can enter.
The door opened onto a short hallway; at the end of it was an elevator, and to one side were double doors with large windows—the aforementioned "nail salon." But the elevator, which was just what you needed, was a bit small—just enough so that you and the girl were uncomfortably close to each other, yet without invading each other’s personal space.
They press the button for the second floor; the elevator creaks, but despite moving at a good pace, you can tell it’s straining and that its gears are about to give out. The elevator stops and opens onto a small lobby; to the right was the janitor’s closet, and straight ahead was the famed “Heroic Agency: LockPick.” You can hear an argument going on inside.
The girl looks at you hesitantly before taking a step forward and ringing the bell.
“Come in, it’s open!” It was Lock Pick’s voice.
You step inside and there you see the hero arguing with a petite woman in glasses and office attire.
“Oh no, Ganosuke, you’re not going to dodge this conversation!” the woman complains. “We’re falling apart, we have no one, we need fresh blood.”
The hero runs his hand over his face, annoyed by her attitude.
“UA or no UA, bringing in a girl who got beaten up in the first round isn’t the marketing move that’s going to get us out of this mess.”
Ganosuke sighs. “Are you done?”
“Huh?” The woman finally notices your presence and that of the other girl. “Oh.”
“Are we interrupting something?” the girl asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Nothing, we’re done.”
"..." The woman falls silent, looking embarrassed.
Ganosuke points at you and then at the girl. "Tanaka Hanan, this is Amelia Owens." Now he points at the girl and then at you. "Amelia Owens, this is Tanaka Hanan."
“That explains the conservative outfit—I saw you on TV,” Amelia remarks. “Nice to meet you. I’m from Ketsubutsu Academy; it’s over in Fukushima.”
Ganosuke: "You’ve already met my assistant; she’s Ena."
"‘Classmate,’" Ena corrects him. "And… um, sorry for what I said earlier, kid," she apologizes to you.
...
"For lack of a better introduction, welcome to our humble agency," says Ganosuke with a sarcastic tone.
The room looked like a break room; there was an armchair, a table with plastic chairs, a breakfast bar next to a cupboard, an oven, a microwave, a refrigerator, etc.
"The bathrooms are on the left, the dressing rooms are in the back, and the office is on the right," he points out and explains. "If you have any questions, save them for now. First, go change, then I’ll explain how things will work."
It had been several days since the sports festival ended, and boy did you notice it—winning first place had its perks. You’d received hundreds, hundreds of offers! from multiple agencies that wanted you on their team; everyone wanted your image and was looking to capitalize on your potential.
With so many options, it was a bit difficult to decide; fortunately, your trusted teachers were there to help you and filter out the bad options from the good ones.
In the end, they had opted for something that, in Cornelia’s own words, “is a friend of mine; it will suit your style.”
You looked into the Red String agency, owned by the heroine of the same name, and were surprised—you didn’t think there was any hero with more attention-seeking tendencies and behavioral issues than Cornelia, but here was this peculiar individual, who was quite famous for getting beaten up time and time again by villains, and yet always emerged victorious despite ultimately being known as a complete nutcase, immature, and openly a danger to the public and society...Was Cornelia perhaps trying to tell you that you were autistic in some subtle way?
This little trip didn’t take you long; you took the train from UA City to the area near the coast. The sea breeze was strong and the weather was humid; there were several clouds in the sky, and it looked like it would get even grayer in the afternoon. With your hero suit packed and ready to be put on, you walk through the streets for a while until you reach the place. If it weren’t for the signs, banners, and other advertising, the building would pass for just any office building.
You entered the lobby, where a receptionist greeted you and announced your arrival. Five seconds later, you heard a very faint poof.
“Just in time, girl.” You turn around and see a guy? A redhead. Before you can say anything, he grabs your shoulder, and before you know it—
poof
You’re somewhere else. Teleportation? You’re left with a sour taste in your mouth.
"Welcome, Gaya-san," the redhead says. Now that you can see him clearly, he looks somewhat familiar... he had been commenting on the tournament alongside Shimosuke, and as far as you recall, he was a woman. "Make yourself at home."
https://youtu.be/VLTTNzkjWhs▶You see absolute chaos; you see a few people at a row of desks talking heatedly on the phone.
"Your son will be fine, sir, just take him to therapy. / Well, maybe you shouldn’t have parked your car in a spot so easy to wreck! / No one got hurt—what’s a little 20 million in collateral damage? /If you have any complaints, please refer to our email complaint box/No, you’re the incompetent one, Steve!"
It looked like Wall Street stockbrokers in the ’80s, the way they talked so much and rushed from call to call.
"I'm Ayumi Ryushi, Particle to the villains. Follow me, I'll take you to the boss." She leads the way to the back of the room. "All of those are our interns; they handle all the boring paperwork."
The level of professionalism was surprising. They walk through a door into another room.
"Why did you drink my juice? It had my name on it!" one shouts.
"I was thirsty!" another replies.
You see two guys arguing, and they look like they’re about to come to blows; they butt heads like bulls.
“Calm down, it’s just some stupid juice!”
“Easy for you to say—it wasn’t your juice!” A third person tries to interrupt the fight.
This other room looked like a crossroads; there were two hallways on either side, and in front, a door with a plaque that read "Supreme Overlord Boss: Red String." Half the text was written in permanent marker on the glass of the door—it didn’t all fit on the plaque.
"Hey, hey, you two, go fight outside—you’re going to stain the carpet again!"
Ayumi scolds them. With a flick of her fingers, two small purple lights, like fireflies, appear next to the two of them, and when she touches them, they vanish. She shakes her hands, satisfied with her work
"Don’t worry, I just sent them up to the ceiling to sort out their problem. Over there on the right is our little gym and showers, and also a staircase to the upper floor where the dorms are; on the left we have the kitchen and the living room," she explains. "And here’s our destination."
She steps forward and opens the door. “Hey, boss, I brought your other intern!”
It was an ordinary office…except that it was a total mess, with piles and piles of papers stacked up to the ceiling, covered in dust, with bullet holes in the walls, knives stuck in the ceiling, and a dartboard with darts stuck all around the bullseye.
"Wiiii~~"
The woman was kneeling on the chair, spinning around like a little girl, then she stops and takes a leap, does three flips in the air, and lands in front of you. She had two long braids, blood-red eyes, glasses, and a tongue so long it hung out of her mouth. She looked quite young despite theoretically being in her 30s like Cornelia; she seemed more like she was in her early 20s.
"Welcome, champ! Come on, sit down. Cornelia already told me all about you, you little minx."
She pulls out a chair for you to sit in, while she places a hand on her desk and pushes herself up onto it, knocking over a pile of papers, a cup containing some strange liquid, and an acrylic figurine of Cornelia that looked like it had been glued back together hundreds of times before breaking again right at that moment.
"Red String at your service." She pointed at herself with her thumb like the owner of the internet café and rested her feet on the desk. "But you can call me Jacky, with a 'y.' We’re on a first-name basis here, you know? I’m here to show you the way and you’re here to learn, so we have to trust each other—trust me like you’d trust a one-eyed woman, okay?” She talked a lot; she didn’t let you t
>>1493 → --> "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.
The first Great Collapse. 7 years ago, in downtown New York City, a portal opened connecting to another world, the realm of the Beyond. After an intense flash, the city was plunged into darkness. In one night, New York was engulfed, destroyed, and rebuilt by the effects of the catastrophic connection to the other world.
From that other world emerged the beings of the Beyond, the "másallíneos," creatures mostly of indescribable origin and aberrant appearance. A massive number of them invaded the newly taken New York, many "másallíneos" transformed the city to their will, others obeyed their shapeless nature and generated violence, and finally, a large number survived the chaotic state that was the Jerusalem Plot.
The Jerusalem Plot was the name given to New York City, once the portal's fog was contained within a barrier. That limiter was born from the portal itself and contained the expansion of the other world onto Earth. It was in this environment that, day after day, newly conceived demons emerged from the contact between the worlds, a type of all-powerful and sentient existence that, after grouping together, became known as the Thirteen Kings. Thus, for two months, through the actions of the self-proclaimed rulers and the active protection of an enormous divine curse in the form of a maritime entity, the American government lost control over one of its most important cities.
Demigods, powerful beings born from the portal of the Beyond, pressured from the interior and exterior of the barrier to create an opening for dialogue in the Jerusalem Plot. Shortly after those two months of uncertainty surrounding all of New York, an official contact was made between the American Nation and the Abstract Realm of the Beyond, a conciliation. Under the Chrysler-Galadona treaty, the conflict with the forces of the incomprehensible was resolved, the sovereignty of the Thirteen Kings was dismissed, the shared state of New Jerusalem was created, and the foundations were laid for "másallíneo" and human coexistence. The barrier dissolved, forming a vortex of amalgamated fog, thus the name New Jerusalem was born.
The city of New Jerusalem originated as a combination of characteristics between the human world and the Beyond. Half of the humans engulfed by the portal reappeared miraculously in the new city, while the other half would appear periodically 3 years later. The beings of the Beyond assimilated the human way of life in the city as a rule to ensure their stay. In this way, a strange daily life emerged involving humans and monsters beyond comprehension. By integrating into the new nation, the "másallíneos" eventually gained citizenship rights and a moderately decent reputation. Every day, and in cooperation with the new and abstract intelligent beings, the human world recovered from that great imbalance. Although within New Jerusalem, the forces of the chaotic and the absurd remained active, attacking the city in unexpected and desperate ways. Even so, entities from the human esoteric world such as the Spiritual League and other organizations managed to keep the madness of the other world at bay and provided stability to the fantastic and grotesque city for three years. This was until, after a succession of unfortunate events, such as an arcane threatening factor, an overload of effort on human hope, the release of various unknowable powers from the Beyond, and a thirst for demonic self-discovery, a massive and catastrophic second Great Collapse was gestated almost by pure chance.
The second Great Collapse. 4 years ago, south of Manhattan Island, on the artificial island Pandora, known as the base of the Asylum Pandorum prison, a portal to a new dimension opened. Distinct from the Beyond and the human world in its entirety, the dimension with which contact was made was of such an incompatible degree that, a millionth of a second after the connection to the other world was established, the portal closed, unleashing an energy charge so potent that it destabilized the mystical infrastructure of New Jerusalem.
Capable of foreseeing the future, the invisible curse at the edge of the city, a high-degree enigma from the Beyond, used the force of a divine contract to keep the imminent deformation at bay, but it was not enough. For 20 seconds, the city was enveloped in complete calm, until in an instant, all of New Jerusalem was divided in two. Each part of New Jerusalem immediately replicated, thus giving the vision of two parallel cities, seen as through the edge of a mirror. That scenario was witnessed for only a few seconds until the city underwent the same partitioning phenomenon again and again, at increasingly smaller intervals of time. Exponentially, fractal chaos took over the city, duplicating dimensions, dividing time, and brushing against the abstract limits of what is permissible in reality.
The emergency gave rise to a new type of barrier against the mystical fog, of infinite extent, total light absorption, and intangible. This and other feats by the Spiritual League and other organizations, such as rescuing the vast majority of living creatures in New Jerusalem, provided relief in recovering the city or preventing a greater tragedy that would this time fall upon the world. Even so, it was during this short period of infinite barriers that the city was considered lost. Fractional Nod, an abstract wasteland of wandering march that only concentrated disaster.
Miraculously, almost a month after the Second Collapse, the fundamental constants returned to their initial values and the city was rebuilt. This time giving rise to the Sacred Land of Nod, a double parallel city composed of Nod Thrillfair and Nod Issel-Sarexuglactrella. The new city encompasses duality and the indistinct within the identical. It is from this land that the world still feels the effects of chaos, for better or for worse, recovering millions of humans, or having to deal with infinite races from Others, other worlds, and time.
>>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.
>>1487 → >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.
>>1488 → >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.
Eje is the name that normality gives to the plane that inhabits. The records describe an environment of active settlements and functional infrastructure built upon the remains of an ancient Earth. The terrain and history manifest as an immense superposition of strata where each neo-Victorian or medieval structure integrates over the preexisting ones, forming a landscape populated by dungeons, territorial dragons and fantastic fauna.
The geography operates under the concept of Closed Horizon, a perpetual cycle where advancing always to the east successively takes you from the domain of normality toward the minimal territories, then to the massive ones, and finally back to the point of origin. This linear configuration has eliminated the concept of the west; moving in that direction means accessing directly the region called Double East. Trade routes and expeditionary paths cross these territorial bands crossing the boundaries of each physical scale.
The Hex is the constitutive fiber and the energetic fabric that sustains society, law and transportation. Although its technical principles are imprecise, there are 355 fundamental spells that allow will to impose itself over matter immediately. The urban infrastructure uses this energy to maintain operational the industrial mechanisms, the long-range communication systems and the basic services of the population centers.
The presence of the normals is limited by the Saturation Gradient, a natural phenomenon where the excess of Hex to the east disintegrates the organism and its absence to the double east causes cognitive paralysis. Under this restriction operates the Queen, the only authentic and eternal human who exercises administrative and symbolic command of the plane. Her incomplete memories about the origin world define the legal and religious frameworks that govern the eighty-eight million inhabitants.
At the extreme scales of the cycle coexist the Massive and the Diminutive. To the east, the ten thousand realms of the Diminutive sustain a ritualized war that releases hostile invocations toward the central settlements. Toward the double east, the Massive traverse the world as tectonic forces ignoring the minor civilizations. The geopolitical order depends on individuals loyal to the crown who, through maximum class spells, manage these forces to feed the technical network of normality.
Outside the urban nuclei, the periphery hosts communities of Non-Normals, such as anthropomorphic bananas, human-featured dinosaurs and talking animals. These societies, which include the rigid simian nations and the mimetic reptilian ones, operate autonomously with their own laws and social structures. The settlements in these areas integrate into the functional landscape sharing the space with the fantastic fauna and the active phenomena of the Hex.
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You have 40 points to distribute between: Physical Affinity: Energetic Affinity: Spiritual Affinity: Command Affinity: Psychic Affinity: Dark Affinity:
>>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.
>>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.
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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!
>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
>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
>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
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