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Become The Vampire 41
You walk towards Meliora with a smile on your face, and you wave at her.
“Hey there. You look pretty cute in that outfit, did you pick that out yourself?”
Meliora turns towards you, cheeks immediately turning the same pink at her outfit.
“Athena picked it out. She said it would... look nice...”
She manages to catch herself before she crashes, and huffs, turning away and hiding her face behind her hood.
“You need to stop doing that.”
You chuckle a bit.
“What, complimenting you?”
Meliora shoots you a glare.
“Saying things that you know are going to throw me off. Jerk.”
>Character sheet
http://pastebin.com/4Z1StvHC
>Rules
Same system as Become The Dragon Quest. If you don't know what that is, it's best of three d20 rolls. I name a stat that sums up what you're trying to do, and if I don't name a relevant skill, you try to fill in the blank based on what you're trying to accomplish. “Break open the door” might be Strength based, but if you've been playing baseball after school and there's a lead pipe nearby, you could apply your Baseball skill to the roll. A 20 on the die is a crit threat, and if either of the other two rolls is 20 or higher after mods, it's a critical. A crit fail is when you have two or more 1s. So far this system has worked out well enough. We'll get into combat rules as needed, but in basic terms you have wounds, not HP, and the worse the wounds, the more penalties you accrue while doing other things.
Most Important Rule:
Have fun.
>Let's get to gaming then
>Wanna grab a bite first?
>I'm just being honest. Would you rather I lied?
>Other (write-in)
>>45681513
>>I'm just being honest. Would you rather I lied?
>Let's get to gaming then
>>45681513
>I'm just being honest. Would you rather I lied?
>Let's get to gaming then
gas the sammus
wolfmom now.
>>45681834
...technically that is a vote, but I don't think Oliver has any gas on him at present.
>>45681513
>>I'm just being honest. Would you rather I lied?
>>Let's get to gaming then
Mel, a cute.
>>45681834
Quiet you.
>>45681513
>>Wanna grab a bite first?
>>I'm just being honest. Would you rather I lied?
>>45681834
shh, Sammy a cute
“I'm just being honest. If you'd prefer than I can lie to you, that's fine.”
Meliora grumbles a bit and points a finger at you, hood falling back.
“Why did you bring me here? What's your scheme? Are you planning some kind of... of... dating ritual? I won't fall for your plot.”
You point at the arcade.
“To play video games together. To have fun and enjoy each other's company, and hang out. Come on, let's play some games.”
You head into the arcade, with Meliora following behind you, hands shoved into her pockets. You glance at the fighting games for a moment, debating if you want your ass handed to you again, and briefly consider a shooter. The arcade isn't super busy at the moment, so most of the games are free or have short lines, but from the looks of things the...
You take a moment to look at the longest line in the room, and then at what it leads to. People are lining up for some sort of roller coaster or amusement park ride, and when you listen closely you can hear a dull rumble beneath your feet behind the music and the sounds from the arcade machines.
>Let's duke it out
>Up for a co-op shooter?
>I challenge you to a dance off!
>How do you feel about roller coasters?
>Other (write-in)
>>45682057
>Up for a co-op shooter?
>>45682057
>>Up for a co-op shooter?
hooray, friend-dates!
>>45682057
>Up for a co-op shooter?
Speed roll plus Hunt, +3
Get your shoot on
Rolled 13 + 3 (1d20 + 3)
>>45682197
jump and shooting.
Rolled 4 + 3 (1d20 + 3)
>>45682197
Rolled 19 + 3 (1d20 + 3)
>>45682197
pew pew!
Rolled 17 + 3 (1d20 + 3)
>>45682197
You lead Meliora over to a shooter and smile a bit, grabbing one of the pistols.
“Wanna play for a bit, see how far we can get?”
Meliora pauses, looking at the controller, and then at you.
“This is going to be a walk in the park.”
You nod and take aim, putting a few coins into the machine and hitting the start button for both sides.
“Prove it then.”
Meliora grabs the pistol as the game begins, taking a moment to get used to the aim.
“If you insist.”
You breeze through the first few levels, struggling only a little towards the end when the final boss uses his extremely cheap unavoidable attack a few times in a row, but right as you're getting ready to get our some more quarters for extra lives, Meliora's eyes glow and her finger becomes a blur, pumping the boss full of bullets as quickly as the game can read her inputs. She sets the controller down and turns to you.
“That was fun for a warm-up. So now what?”
>Roller coaster
>DDR
>Fighting game
>Other (write-in)
>>45682420
>DDR
>>45682420
>>Fighting game
>>45682420
>>Fighting game
DDR is serious time.
>>45682420
>Fighting game
>>45682420
>>Fighting game
Speed roll +2
Smarts roll +0
My takeout has arrived earlier than expected, back in a flash
Rolled 11 + 2 (1d20 + 2)
>>45682584
Speed
Rolled 19 + 2 (1d20 + 2)
>>45682584
>Speed roll
Rolled 4 + 2 (1d20 + 2)
>>45682584
speed
Rolled 9 (1d20)
>>45682584
Smarts
Rolled 10 (1d20)
>>45682584
>Smarts roll
Rolled 10 (1d20)
>>45682584
smarts
>>45682616
>>45682635
>>45682639
Consistent.
>>45682653
a little too consistent
You gesture to Back-Alley Brawler 4.
“Fight?”
Meliora nods.
“Fight.”
She walks over to the machine and inspects it for a moment.
“Hold on a second.”
She pulls a scalpel from her pocket and runs it around the base of one of the control sticks, scrapping away some sort of gunk.
“Someone gummed up one of the controls. I hate cheaters like that... They can't win properly so they just use sneaky tactics...”
You take the other set of controls and wait for Meliora to pay for the match, and before long you're engaged in a heated battle. Your reactions are on point, but you can't read the flow of the fight very well, and after chipping you down to a fraction of your health Meliora just grinds you down with light attacks, taunting as the timer runs out. She turns to you and folds her arms, smiling.
“Loser covers the next match but picks the contest. So, what'll it be next?”
>It's on now. I bet you can't dance in that skirt.
>Let's go again, same game
>Check out the theme park instead
>Other (write-in)
>>45683605
Ask her what she'd like to play. If she's indecisive, then:
>It's on now. I bet you can't dance in that skirt.
>>45683605
>>It's on now. I bet you can't dance in that skirt.
>>45683605
>>It's on now. I bet you can't dance in that skirt.
"Do you normally carry a scalpel with you?" in a teasing way.
>>45683675
>"Do you normally carry a scalpel with you?" in a teasing way.
This.
Speed roll plus Dance, +3
Rolled 15 + 3 (1d20 + 3)
>>45683713
Rolled 12 + 3 (1d20 + 3)
>>45683713
Rolled 12 + 3 (1d20 + 3)
>>45683713
Rolled 2 + 3 (1d20 + 3)
>>45683713
You glance over at the dance game machines, then back at her.
“Quick question. Do you always carry a scalpel around with you?”
You chuckle a bit, but Meliora just quirks an eyebrow at your question.
“No. I found it on the ground while I was waiting for you at the arcade. I guess someone dropped it. I'm not really sure where it came from.”
You shrug a little bit and head for the dance machines.
“Weird. Anyway, I bet you can't dance in that skirt, so I challenge you to a dance off.”
Meliora flinches.
“That... Oliver, no.”
She shakes her head.
“I'm not doing that. No way. If my dad saw me... Do you realize what would happen? He's been trying to get me to play that kind of game for ages with him. I can't.”
You jingle the coins in your pocket.
“So that's a forfeit then? Didn't even need to spend my money.”
Meliora sighs and follows you over to the machine, glancing around nervously and pulling up her hood.
“Just one round. That's it.”
You grin and slam the quarters into the machine before stepping onto the dance pad, and Meliora moves beside you. After a moment's pause to consider the best possible option, you pick the song that'll distract Meliora the most, the most wannabe Japanese pop song on the track list. As it starts Meliora shoots you a death glare, and the match begins.
To call it close would be an understatement. The game goes back and forth, with Meliora trying to recognize the patterns to predict where to move and you just going with the flow. As the rhythm changes the score sways back and forth, but you manage to edge her out by a few points in the end. Meliora hops off the pad and pouts.
“Rematch on the fighting game. Now.”
>You're on
>We need a tiebreaker, maybe air hockey?
>I kinda wanna do something else
>Other (write-in)
>>45684111
>We need a tiebreaker, maybe air hockey?
>>45684111
>>We need a tiebreaker, maybe air hockey?
So cute.
>>45684111
>>We need a tiebreaker, maybe air hockey?
>>45684111
>We need a tiebreaker, maybe air hockey?
>>45684111
Ask her why she didn't want to play DDR.
>We need a tiebreaker, maybe tonsil hockey?
Off her "wat", act like we said "air hockey".
>>45684306
No thanks, I'd rather keep our internal organs safely in place.
“We need a proper tiebreaker now. Maybe a round of air hockey or something?”
Meliora glances at the air hockey table for a few seconds and shrugs.
“Good enough for me.”
You head for the machine and get ready to play when you catch a glimpse of someone by the door. There's something strange about their appearance, but you can't quite put your finger on it. It might be the strange coat that they're wearing, some sort of trench coat with rounded shoulders, like they're concealing something under it. It might be their expression, looking around for the room with a soft smile that doesn't reach their eyes. Something about them strikes you as out of place, particularly when their eyes fall on Meliora and, for just an instant, their expression changes to... disgust?
>Hey, not for nothing, but maybe we should get out of here.
>Game on, it's obviously nothing important
>Say, do you know that guy over there?
>Other (write-in)
>>45684442
>>Say, do you know that guy over there?
Say he looks suspicious and what we saw.
>>45684442
>>Say, do you know that guy over there?
bet it was his scaple
>>45684442
>Say, do you know that guy over there?
>>45684442
>Say, do you know that guy over there?
Fuck off, Zeke.
>>45684442
>>Say, do you know that guy over there?
This, but make sure she's stealthy about looking, and then we take off quickly if we need to.
>>45684442
>some sort of trench coat with rounded shoulders, like they're concealing something under it.
Goddamn flashers. Bringing him to Mel's attention is gonna lead to a fight.
>>45684442
>Hey, not for nothing, but maybe we should get out of here.
You set down the puck and turn to Meliora.
“There's a guy by the door. Don't be obvious about looking, but do you recognize him?”
Meliora's eyes glow briefly and she shivers.
“My father's rival... The guy that's trying to get him fired so he can teach science at the school... The last time I saw him he called me an 'over-designed sexbot'. I hate that guy...”
You nod slightly.
“Is he dangerous?”
Meliora shakes her head.
“He wants to be a teacher, he'd never do anything overt. But that hasn't stopped him from trying all kinds of subtle ploys. My father specializes in machines, he specializes in biology and genetic augmentation, and when you can just inject someone with a serum and turn them into a monster, you can cause all kinds of havoc.”
>Focus on the game
>Let's get moving anyway
>Let's go say hi
>Other (write-in)
>>45684746
>Focus on the game
>>45684746
Do you still want to play, or do you want to avoid him?
>>45684746
>Focus on the game
>Ask our phone's AI to hack any local security and keep an eye on not-Frankenstein
>>45684746
>>Other (write-in) Ask what she wants to do, play or get out of here in case he tries something?
>>45684746
>>45684839
Second. Minoira can do a lot more for us than we use her for.
Speed roll, +2
Luck roll
Rolled 13 + 2 (1d20 + 2)
>>45685042
>Speed roll
Rolled 105, 195 = 300 (2d200)
>>45685042
first one luck, second one +2 speed.
Rolled 12 (1d20)
>>45685042
luck
Rolled 28, 81 = 109 (2d100)
>>45685061
...that was supposed to be "2d100", gah.
Rolled 3 + 2 (1d20 + 2)
>>45685042
Rolled 6 + 2 (1d20 + 2)
>>45685061
uhhhhhh....
>>45685042
speed
Rolled 4 + 2 (1d20 + 2)
>>45685042
speed
>>45685061
one at a time
>>45685088
d20 anon
Rolled 13 + 2 (1d20 + 2)
>>45685042
Speed
>>45685088
Doesn't matter, you only roll 1d20 per post at most anyway, and if you don't get the mods right it's invalid.
>>45685088
>>45685061
how about not doing it the stupid way and just doing two separate rolls?
Rolled 14 (1d20)
>>45685042
Luck
Rolled 7 (1d20)
>>45685042
luck
>>45685100
Different anon, but XdY is the faster, more easily organized and generally better way, but BTQM prefers the stupid way.
>>45685061
>>45685088
Sorry about that. Got mixed up with another quest that's using 1d100, and missed that this was 1d20s.
My apologies for the noise.
>>45685042
Speed 15
>>45685057
Luck 14
>>45685114
>>45685123
Shut up Not-not-silver. We like our dice.
You take out your phone and tell Miniora to try to hack into the security cameras and check for problems before focusing your attention on the game itself. Meliora isn't especially good with this game, and you rapidly create a solid lead, one which begins to close as Meliora begins to get a grasp of how the game is played. You each hit nine points before Meliora goes tense right as you're about to make the final shot, her hand jerking to the side and the puck sliding right in. The strange man walks over to the side of the table and smiles at you both.
“How cute. He even taught you to act like a real girl.”
He turns towards you.
“Don't mind me. Petty grudge against her father over something that's almost ancient history at this point. We both know the drill at this point, we have a little routine we have to follow.”
Meliora closes her eyes.
“Hello. How are you?”
The man smiles broadly.
“I've been better, I'll admit, but we both know I have something to be excited about with the conference coming up. I'll unseat your father this year for sure.”
Meliora grits her teeth and opens her eyes, glaring at him.
“You'll never beat him. My father is ten times the scientist you'll ever be.”
The man chuckles a bit.
“Perhaps, but I have a trick up my sleeve this time.”
>So, uh... Meliora, shall we get going?
>Hi there, I'm Oliver, what's your name?
>Is this guy bothering you, sweetie?
>Other (write-in)
>>45685741
>So Meliora since apparently this is all routine, can we get going?
>Hi there, I'm Oliver, what's your name?
if he offers his hand sheath ours in protective magic before shaking it.
>>45685741
>Hi there, I'm Oliver, what's your name?
>So I can tell the Dean you're harassing his students.
>>45685741
>Hi there, I'm Oliver, what's your name?
Let's intentionally mis-hear him, and constantly call him by the wrong name.
>>45685741
This is me>>45685844
I want to add this in>>45685815
>>45685741
>>Other (write-in)
>So, I hear you want to be a teacher. And this is how you comport yourself? By bullying students of the school? You're disgraceful.
You turn to him with a smile.
“Hi there. I'm Oliver. Meliora told me that you want to be a professor at the school, right? What's your name?”
The man turns to you and bows low, his coat rippling slightly as he does so.
“I'm Doctor Gulag.”
You nod and smile.
“A pleasure to meet you, Doctor Gulash. Shame I'll have to report you to the school for hassling the students.”
Gulag stands there for a few moments and turns to Meliora, who is red in the face.
“He didn't... Did he? He made you a student? That's...”
He grins.
“That's adorable! And pointless. Was the point to try to socialize the toaster? I'll never understand that man.”
Meliora gives you a pleading look, messing with something in her pocket.
>Let's blow this popsicle stand
>Perhaps you require further education, Doctor.
>So what's this big science conference thing anyway?
>Other (write-in)
>>45686455
>>Let's blow this popsicle stand
After we're away
>So what's this big science conference thing anyway?
also
>Gulag? HIs name is Gulag? you have got to be kidding me.
>>45686455
>>Let's blow this popsicle stand
>>45686455
>>45686532
Second.
>>45686455
>Perhaps you require further education, Doctor.
>Harassing the students, regardless of their social or xenological background, is a good way to guarantee you never get hired by the school.
>Mel, let's bounce.
>>45686532
>>45686549
Them.
“Mel, let's get out of here. I think I've had my fill of the arcade today.”
Meliora nods and heads for the door with you, Gulag chuckling as you walk away.
“I have my own business to attend to anyway. Have a nice day.”
He heads for the door leading to the amusement park area. Once you get outside Meliora hangs her head a bit, pulling up her hood. You try to come up with something to change the topic, or at least help her vent.
“So... His name is Gulag? Seriously? What a joke.”
Meliora glances at you.
“He might only look as old as my father, but he's well over a century old. He took the name from a project he worked on in Russia, something about a slave race and labor camps. He experimented on a lot of people to create better laborers, but the project was canceled before he completed his work. I don't know what his real name is.”
You nod slowly.
“Alright, so less of a joke than I expected... What's the science conference thing?”
Meliora sighs and looks at the ground as she walks.
“It's a competition. Scientists from around the world compete for the right to work here at this school, using whatever resources, spells and materials they want to further their own ends and goals. In return, they teach monsters about sublimation and wave motion. It's like being paid in gold bars to sweep floors for them. My dad won his job using my prototype body, and he's kept it using my sisters, constantly advancing the fields of artificial intelligence, golemancy and robotics. But he's spent so long working on making us a happy family that he might lose his job this year unless we can come up with something spectacular...”
>Well, technically Athena is partially his invention...
>What can I do to help?
>Do you think Gulag has a shot?
>Other (write-in)
>>45686902
>Well, technically Athena is partially his invention...
>What can I do to help?
>>45686902
>What can I do to help?
>>45686902
>Well, technically Athena is partially his invention...
But let's keep that as a last resort
>What can I do to help?
>>45686902
>>What can I do to help?
>>45686902
>>45686972
Supporting
>>45686902
>Well, technically Athena is partially his invention
But she can't leave the bounds of the Dean's treaty, so
>What can I do to help?
“Well, by technicality, Athena is partially his invention, but... let's not make that Plan A. That plan has a few hiccups involved. Anything I can do to help?”
Meliora shakes her head.
“Unless you can come up with something so miraculous that it'll impress the judges, fueled entirely by scientific processes and simple magic, then not really. The best you could do is lab assistant, but then I'd need to teach you all the names for the tools and chemicals. We'll figure something out. We always do.”
Meliora looks around briefly.
“We should head back. If he's around then so is his son, and the last thing I need is another encounter with him...”
>Sounds good to me
>We're gonna hang out and I'm not gonna let him ruin it. Let's go somewhere else.
>Is his son as much of a creep as he is?
>Other (write-in)
>>45686902
Is the competition held on school grounds or close to it? If its too far out the pact may no longer protect Athena and the reaper will try to attack her.
>>45687139
Bigger problem is that none of us can fully explain Athena, her creation of the depth of the elements involved, and replicating it is right out.
>>45687129
>>Sounds good to me
>>Is his son as much of a creep as he is?
Mood is ruined. Lets go home.
>>45687129
>>We're gonna hang out and I'm not gonna let him ruin it. Let's go somewhere else.
>>45687129
The exact opposite of your dad AND a genetically built son, this guy sounds more and more like a bad villain in an anime...
>>45687129
>We're gonna hang out and I'm not gonna let him ruin it. Let's go somewhere else.
We'll go see a movie or something.
>>45687129
>Is his son as much of a creep as he is?
>>45687189
Supporting
>>45687206
Fenright's whole shtick is anime. Of course his antagonist is too.
>>45687206
Ugh.
>>45687290
Oops, forgot to link QM>>45687129
“We're gonna hang out. Just because he decided to show up and try to ruin things, it doesn't mean that we're gonna stop having fun.”
Meliora stops in her tracks for a moment and turns towards you.
“So what are we going to do then?”
You shrug and glance around.
“I dunno, movie or something?”
Meliora nods.
“Oh, alright then. That sounds fine.”
Her face slowly turns pink, then bright red, and her eyes widen.
“W-Wait, seeing a movie together, alone? Without anyone else? I-I see now, this was your plan all along!”
>Yes. Secretly I've just been trying to get you to go on a date with me. You've figured me out.
>Call it a happy coincidence. Is that a yes then?
>Meliora, calm down, it's just as friends
>Other (write-in)
>>45687488
>Call it a happy coincidence. Is that a yes then?
>>45687488
>>Call it a happy coincidence. Is that a yes then?
I mean it will be dark so anyone trying to cause trouble will likely miss us.
>>45687488
>>Meliora, calm down, it's just as friends
>>45687488
>Call it a happy coincidence. Is that a yes then?
>>45687488
I want this one, but it'll make the tsundroid blue screen, which would be inconvenient right now.
>Yes. Secretly I've just been trying to get you to go on a date with me. You've figured me out.
So my vote is for this. Gentle flirting.
>Call it a happy coincidence. Is that a yes then?
>>45687570
I'm glad you're too late to matter, because there is no part of that post that doesn't annoy me.
You smirk a bit.
“Call it good fortune. I didn't plan for this, but it'll be fun. Is that a yes or a no?”
Meliora hesitates for a moment, turning away and taking something out of her pocket. You can hear a soft clicking noise, like buttons on an old phone or calculator, and after a few moments she turns back to you.
“...fine then.”
You turn and head for the movie theater without another word, glancing at the list of films currently playing.
“Suggestions on what to watch?”
Meliora glances at them and sighs.
“Well, the only really good one is the sci-fi one, but even that one is just a mess of special effects...”
>Let's watch something terrible and laugh about it
>Let's see that one then
>Well, we won't be seeing much of the movie anyway
>Other (write-in)
>>45687660
>>Let's watch something terrible and laugh about it
>>45687660
>Let's see that one then
She likes things like that.
>>45687660
>Let's watch something terrible and laugh about it
>>45687660
>Let's watch something terrible and laugh about it
>>45687593
I'm glad you're so boring and lame. Mel is cute, a reliable friend, is poorly hiding the fact that she loves us, and deserves to be made feel special.
>>45687731
I meant more how obnoxious and self-important it was.
>>45687660
>>Let's watch something terrible and laugh about it
“Let's watch something terrible and mock it relentlessly then.”
Meliora looks at you for a few seconds, then nods.
“Yeah, sounds good to me.”
…
“I can't believe we wasted our time on that movie.”
You nod.
“Still, my comedic timing is second to none.”
Meliora rolls her eyes.
“It wasn't even a funny joke, it was only amusing because three seconds later he repeated the line.”
You shrug and smile at her.
“Then it was luck. It still made you laugh though.”
Meliora pulls up her hood with a huff.
“So now what are we going to do? Should we head back now or keep going with... whatever it is that we're doing out here? I mean, it'll probably be dark soon, right? So we should either get somewhere safe or go back to our room.”
>Let's head back
>Let's look around a bit
>Other (write-in)
>>45687817
>>Let's look around a bit
>>45687817
>Let's head back
>>45687817
>Let's head back
>>45687817
>Let's head back
Smarts roll plus Perception, +1
>>45687817
>>Let's head back
Had some fun, but time to go.
Rolled 5 + 1 (1d20 + 1)
>>45687867
Rolled 16 + 1 (1d20 + 1)
>>45687867
Rolled 10 + 1 (1d20 + 1)
>>45687867
>>45687867
17
>>45687888
>Battle music starts.
Looks like we get to fight Gulag's monster.
Fire purifies.
You agree to head back with Meliora and make your way back to the school by bus. As you head for your dorm room you spot Jennifer talking with a man in a suit. He has an odd way of standing, far too rigid and precise, and his expression is a calm smile that's a little unsettling. The thing that strikes you as the strangest are his eyes. They remind you vaguely of the dean's, though it's hard to tell from this far away. She looks like she's yelling at him about something, and he's just standing there and letting her.
>Meet you at the room, Meliora, gonna check on something
>Let Jennifer sort this mess out, interfering might tip your hand
>Other (write-in)
>>45688028
>Let Jennifer sort this mess out, interfering might tip your hand
>>45688028
>Let Jennifer sort this mess out, interfering might tip your hand
>Watch from a distance.
>>45688028
>>Let Jennifer sort this mess out, interfering might tip your hand
>>45688028
>>Meet you at the room, Meliora, gonna check on something
>>45688028
>Let Jennifer sort this mess out, interfering might tip your hand
You head back to your room with Meliora and let Jennifer figure this out on her own. You don't want to get swept up in this mess right now, not when it might mean giving away too much info to the dean. You find Athena has moved the fort back to the couch, and is in the process of using Athena's tools and books to make a city in the middle of the room. You skirt the edge and head for your bed with a smile.
“What are you working on, sweetie?”
Athena turns to you and grins.
“A scale model of the city. I'm trying to redesign sections of it to optimize efficiency, and place ice cream parlors on every street intersection. I think I almost have it workable...”
Meliora sits down beside her.
“Why ice cream...?”
Athena gestures to the city.
“Happiness. Humans crave it, as do all living things. And ice cream is happiness. I learned this from a very reliable source.”
Meliora nods briefly and casts you a wary glance.
“Athena, perhaps at some point we could share accumulated data, and compare notes?”
Athena nods slightly and smiles cheerfully.
“Of course! That would be fun.”
Meliora nods and heads for the couch, adjusting the fort and booting up her MMO. You've got a few hours to kill before you summon up the ghost of your dead vampire father to sign a school field trip form.
>Magic research
>Talk to Athena
>See how Sammy is doing
>Homework
>Other (write-in)
>>45688288
>>Homework
>>45688288
>Talk to Athena
>>45688288
>>45688360
>>45688361
Do both. We can talk and work.
>>45688288
>See how Sammy is doing
>>45688288
>Homework
>See how Sammy is doing
>>45688288
>Homework
I choose all. We have several hours.
>>45688288
>>45688395
Supporting.
Don't call Sammy, we don't want her involved in this stuff tonight.
>>45688288
>>See how Sammy is doing
"Hey Sammy, wanna get my dead dad's blessings?"
>>45688611
>your dad is dead? How'd that happen?
>engage 4 hour tale we don't have time for.
>>45688668
It's like a ten minute tale at most.
>>45688700
we told her about him already. Just not about mom.
>>45688668
>>45688611
Doesn't she already know about our dad being dead? Not the wholes tory but at least that bit?
>>45688717
>>45688728
She doesn't know that we killed him, or why. And it's going to be awkward enough of a meeting without her particular brand of neediness. Plus, Jennifer has to be there as a supervising teacher, so that's a whole other can of worms we don't want right now.
>>45688805
Yes she does. She doesn't know about mom though. We didn't get that far.
You decide to focus on your studies, mainly to catch up on work and keep it from piling up. You spend the next few hours making small talk with Athena and Meliora and tinkering with your various projects, brushing up on your Latin and completing the next week's worth of homework assignments. By the end of it you feel pretty drained, but at least you won't have to worry about it for a while. You're getting pretty good at cranking out your assignments and keeping pace with your schoolwork while having an active social life and pursuing your goals.
A glance at the clock tells you that it's an half an hour until midnight, and your phone goes off as you're looking at it. A message from Jennifer letting you know that the circle has been booked and that she's ready whenever you are. You gather your things, pry Athena away from her tinkering, and follow Jennifer's directions to the history club room, and from there, to the hidden passage that leads to the basement of the school. From what you've seen so far, the floors below the main part of the school are full of weird old architecture, and this section is no different. You find Jennifer standing by a glowing circle of runes etched into the floor, wearing some sort of black robe and holding a piece of chalk.
“Good evening.”
Athena smiles and runs over to Jennifer, hugging her tightly.
“Hi there!”
Jennifer looks at her for a moment, then at you.
“A friend of ours, I take it?”
You nod and take the chalk when she offers it.
“I'll tell you later, it's a long story.”
Athena giggles and runs around the edge of the circle.
“So what does this do?”
Jennifer gestures to the chalk.
“Just focus on the name you called him by, write it in the circle, and it'll call him forth.”
You kneel down for a moment and focus on your dad, smiling at Athena briefly.
“Well, you're about to meet your grandfather.”
You write the word “Dad” in the circle.
-
Spirit roll, +2
Rolled 5 + 2 (1d20 + 2)
>>45689225
Rolled 19 + 2 (1d20 + 2)
>>45689225
oh boy.
Rolled 20 + 2 (1d20 + 2)
>>45689225
ABRACADABRA
>>45689283
HOLY SHIT. THEY ARE THE MAGIC WORDS.
>>45689283
WHY DOES THIS WORK, EVERY TIME!?
>>45689270
>>45689283
Resurrected our dad on accident. gg no re, quest complete
>>45689283
That seriously makes 4 out of 5 times it's given me 20s. The magic word works for magic, once a thread.
>>45689337
My keks would be at an all time high if that happened.
>>45689337
Nah. We'd still need to become immortal. After all, we can't leave our daughter to face eternity all alone.
And then there's the question of mom.
The circle glows brightly for a few moments and you can feel it drawing in energy to power itself. You rest a hand on one of the runes and try to focus on the parts of the spell, and as it conjures your father's spirit you feed it more and more energy. Instead of a wisp of blue smoke or a translucent ghost like the spell is supposed to create, you direct and channel your own power and add it to the mix, and the figure that appears before you looks exactly like your dad did while he was alive. His skin glows faintly, and he looks a little out of it for a few seconds, but aside from that, he looks like he's flesh and blood once more.
“What the heck...?”
He looks at you for a few moments, then at the runes.
“Oliver, what did I tell you about raising the dead with necromancy? Now the angels are going to be hunting us down, you can't just resurrect me!”
Jennifer looks at you and quirks an eyebrow.
“Did he really?”
You nod slowly as you get to your feet.
“He was a hunter. He told me all kinds of weird stuff. And dad... uh...”
The shock hasn't quite hit you properly yet. The man who raised you, who you hated so much until you discovered the truth, and who you had to kill with his own weapons, is standing right there.
>Try not to cry. Cry a lot.
>Hi dad. I have a daughter and a werewolf girlfriend, kinda. Life's been weird since you died.
>You're not really alive right now. You're a summoned spirit. I... I have a form for school.
>Hug it out and hope for the best
>Other (write-in)
>>45689472
>>Hi dad. I have a daughter and a werewolf girlfriend, kinda. Life's been weird since you died.
>>45689472
>>Hi dad. I have a daughter and a werewolf girlfriend, kinda. Life's been weird since you died.
Just got in and we're all full of feelings, huh?
>>45689472
>>Try not to cry. Cry a lot.
>>Hi dad. I have a daughter. Life's been weird since you died.
>>You're not really alive right now. You're a summoned spirit. I... I have a form for school.
>>45689472
>>Try not to cry. Cry a lot.
>Introduce Athena and tell him it's just his spirit
>>45689472
>>45689540
This. Absolutely the first thing
>>45689472
>Hi dad. I have a daughter and a werewolf girlfriend, kinda. Life's been weird since you died.
Then
>Hug it out and hope for the best
Then
>Try not to cry. Cry a lot.
>>45689472
>>45689540
Supporting
>>45689472
>Okay, few things. First, fuck you. You don't just drag a kid across the country on some shitty twilight knock-off tragedy bullshit. Second, fuck your lifestyle. I have nothing against vampires beyond the general cuntmunchery that seems an inherent part of being a vampire, and my girlfriend's a werewolf. Third, say hello to your granddaughter. She's a homunculus.
>Oh, fourth item I guess. Can you sign this permission slip?
>Inb4 he thinks he's been dead for decades and we found a way to become immortal, or at least unaging
>>45689472
You know, since he came back without the vampire attitude, maybe mom would too?
Before she was changed, she was a hunter, after all. So without the vampire influence making her a complete cunt, it might be worthwhile to talk to her.
You pause for a few moments to try to get your voice to work right.
“Hey there. Uh... Yeah, so... I've...”
You gesture to Athena for her to come closer, resting your hands on her shoulders.
“Athena, this is your grandfather... Or rather... his spirit... Dad...? This is Athena. She's my daughter.”
He looks at you for a moment, glancing at his hands before looking at Athena and grinning.
“Hey there, kiddo! You look...”
He pauses for a few seconds.
“Modified flesh golem...? No, that's not right... Homunculus...? Yeah, that's closer, but... Something's off.”
He shrugs and steps out of the circle, and Athena timidly approaches him. He hugs her tightly and smiles, tussling her hair, and Athena hugs him back.
“Hi Grandpa.”
Your dad chuckles quietly.
“Hi. Keeping your dad out of trouble?”
She nods and smiles, turning to you.
“Yeah, I... Dad?”
You wipe your eyes and smile, tears rolling down your cheeks.
“Yes, sweetie?”
Athena giggles softly.
“You're leaking.”
You shrug slightly.
“To be fair, I've earned it.”
You dad nods.
“That you did.”
He releases Athena and walks towards you.
“Let's make this even. One solid punch to my jaw for all the bullshit and then a big hug. Sound good?”
>Deck him, then hug
>Can you sign a permission slip for me?
>One each. You hit me and I hit you. Seem fair?
>Other (write-in)
>>45690248
>Can you sign a permission slip for me?
>One each. You hit me and I hit you. Seem fair?
>>45690248
>>Deck him, then hug
>>45690248
>>One each. You hit me and I hit you. Seem fair?
Then talk a bit more, then get the form.
>>45690248
>Deck him, then hug
>Can you sign a permission slip for me?
>Oh, also, I'm dating a werewolf. YOU CAN'T STOP ME!
>>45690248
>Can you sign a permission slip for me?
We don't really need to hit him.
>>45690248
>One each. You hit me and I hit you. Seem fair?
>>45690248
>Can you sign a permission slip for me?
>One each. You hit me and I hit you. Seem fair?
>>45690248
>Can you sign a permission slip for me?
>>One each. You hit me and I hit you. Seem fair?
>>45690321
Hi Silver
>>45690353
That's not silver and even then it's probably not not silver.
>>45690372
Well Not Silver usually makes absurdly lewd suggestions.
Silver tends to be more subtle.
Either way, it's not in keeping with how we've been playing Oliver. It's far too petulant.
>>45690427
I'm pretty sure it was intended as a joke.
>>45690427
well it's not not silver because notsilver is a Melifag
>>45690501
Am i a meme yet.
>>45690501
Not Silver is a fag in general.
>>45690598
You always were. Now get back under the table.
>>45690501
Confirming this. I am most definitely a Sammyfag.
...Mel's a close second.
>>45690598
No, you're just part of thread bingo. You won't be a meme until people expect you everywhere. Shitpost on /k/ or something.
>>45690501
>>45690713
I thought we had agreed to go with the "protect all the smiles" route? It's how we keep wars from happening.
“One hit each. It's only fair. I killed you, you were kind of a bad parent sometimes.”
Your dad nods and winds up, and you do the same. You swing in the same instant, your fist colliding with nothing but air, and his fist knocking you backwards a few paces. Your dad clutches at his cheek and grins.
“You've gotten stronger... Good. I was worried you might fall apart completely, but you held on.”
He glances around for a moment before looking at Jennifer.
“Oliver, don't mind me, alright?”
He approaches Jennifer and smiles a bit, resting an elbow on her shoulder and gesturing to you.
“That's my son. Now, I don't know if he inherited all of my charm, but he certainly got it from somewhere.”
Jennifer looks at him, then at you.
“Might I just say that I'm beginning to understand exactly why you turned out the way you did?”
You nod and pull out the form from your bag.
“Dad, part of why I called you here is because I've got a form for school.”
Your dad nods.
“And I'm sure that it's a very important form, but my marriage vows expired when I did and your mother isn't in the afterlife.”
He pauses and looks at you for several seconds. His smile starts small and grows rapidly.
“Oh, I see what's going on here. This is the enchantress who cast the spell for you, and the golem is your daughter... But people don't just do those kind of spells for anyone, so this must be...”
He takes Jennifer's hands in his own.
“Welcome to the family. I know it's an awkward way to meet your in-law, but a lovely lady such as yourself is a welcome addition to the Spencer clan.”
You hold the form up in front of his face.
“She's not my wife, dad. Focus. I don't know how long the spell will last for.”
You offer him a pen and he signs the form hastily, passing it back to you. You slip it back into your bag and blink.
“Wait, what do you mean she's not in the afterlife?”
>>45690758
As I said, Mel's a close second. I'm willing to go with Mel for the sake of peace.
Doesn't change the fact I'm a 100% sammyfag.
Your dad's body begins to fade a bit and he heads for the circle, sitting down in the middle.
“Long story short, I haven't seen her. If she's there, I don't know where. So she's either still out there somewhere, or a wandering ghost with unfinished business.”
>I'm going to find a way to bring you back, dad. I'm gonna make this right.
>Any last words of advice for me before you go?
>Can you stick around? Maybe haunt me or something?
>I'll miss you, dad. See you around.
>Other (write-in)
>>45690805
>>Any last words of advice for me before you go?
>I'll miss you, dad. See you around.
>>45690805
>>Any last words of advice for me before you go?
>>45690805
>Fucking great. She's probably got me gaesed. Tips on breaking that? I'd prefer not to kill her for...obvious reasons she's my mother.
>>45690805
>Any last words of advice for me before you go?
>>I'll miss you, dad. See you SOON.
>>45690758
its not that i hate sam but she's pretty over emotional, that my only gripe... and shit like imagining us as a family was pretty weird weve only known each other a few weeks.
>>45690794
I am a Jennyfag. Tolerate her as well.
>>45690805
>>I'll miss you, dad. See you around.
>>45690805
>>45690871
This. Send him back with a bit of a worry about what we're up to.
You nod and sit down in front of him.
“Well... Any advice before you head out?”
He nods.
“The three most important things any man should know. If her legs aren't shaking, you aren't finished yet. Never take your eyes off the body until you're sure it's dead. And here's the Spencer family secret.”
He leans in close and you turn your head slightly, trying to fight down the embarrassment of your dad giving you sex tips from the grave, right in front of Jennifer and Athena.
“Open the binding of my book. I left you a present.”
You turn to look at him as he fades away, and you smile at him.
“See you soon, dad. Have fun.”
Your dad blinks.
“Wait, soon? You're not summoning be from paradise again, are you?”
You simply smile at him as he fades away, rubbing your eyes and sighing. Jennifer sits down beside you, Athena moving to your other side.
“So, Oliver, what would you like to do now?”
>Summon someone else
>Hit the hay, time for bed
>Send Athena to bed, chat with Jennifer
>Other (write-in)
>>45691186
>Summon someone else
Let's try summoning mom. She might be in a different afterlife
>>45691186
>>Send Athena to bed, chat with Jennifer
>I really want to punch him in the face one more time.
>>45691186
>Summon someone else
Mom. That or go butcher that book.
>>45691186
>So, Athena, what do you think of Grandpa?
>>45691186
>Send Athena to bed, chat with Jennifer
Ask what she was arguing about with the Dean
>>45691186
>So, Athena, what do you think of Grandpa?
>Summon someone else
Mom
Need to be sure.
>>45691186
>>45691227
Second
>>45691186
>>45691237
Add in
>So, Athena, what do you think of Grandpa?
>>45691186
>“Open the binding of my book. I left you a present.”
>inb4 that's where he hid his condoms, or stamina drugs.
Today, oliver learned his dad's a perv. Maybe mom really was a lust vamp the whole time.
>>45691186
>If her legs aren't shaking, you aren't finished yet.
Best Dad
You grab the chalk and turn to Athena.
“So what did you think of grandpa?”
Athena giggles.
“He's funny. I like him.”
You nod and smile, leaning forwards.
“There's one last thing I want to try...”
You write “Mom” in the circle and focus, trying to conjure her. There's a soft sputtering noise for a few seconds before a horrifying, twisted visage forms in the center of the circle. The body that appears is twisted in agony, the face contorted and screaming silently. You only vaguely recognize it as your mother. After a few terrifying seconds it vanishes completely, the chalk turning to dust in your hand. Jennifer sighs and gets to her feet.
“I think that's all we'll be getting tonight... Whatever you just tried to conjure, it's stuck somewhere very unpleasant at the moment.”
>Well, that was my mom, so... My mom is somewhere unpleasant. Wonderful.
>Yeah, that was kind of weird. Well, time for bed! No nightmares here!
>Athena, sweetie, run along to bed, alright? I'll follow along, I just need to talk to Jennifer
>Other (write-in)
>>45691468
>>Well, that was my mom, so... My mom is somewhere unpleasant. Wonderful.
>>45691468
>>Well, that was my mom, so... My mom is somewhere unpleasant. Wonderful.
>>Yeah, that was kind of weird. Well, time for bed! No nightmares here!
>>45691468
>Well, that was my mom, so... My mom is somewhere unpleasant. Wonderful.
>Open Book Binding
>>45691468
>Well, that was my mom, so... My mom is somewhere unpleasant. Wonderful.
>>Athena, sweetie, run along to bed, alright? I'll follow along, I just need to talk to Jennifer
>>45691468
>Well, that was my mom, so... My mom is somewhere unpleasant. Wonderful.
>Yeah, that was kind of weird. Well, time for bed! No nightmares here!
>>45691468
>Well, that was my mom, so... My mom is somewhere unpleasant. Wonderful.
>Athena, sweetie, run along to bed, alright? I'll follow along, I just need to talk to Jennifer
>>45691468
>Well, that was my mom, so... My mom is somewhere unpleasant. Wonderful.
>Yeah, that was kind of weird. Well, time for bed! No nightmares here!
>>45691468
>Athena, sweetie, run along to bed, alright? I'll follow along, I just need to talk to Jennifer
Need to find out what the argument with the Dean was about
>nobody else wants to find out what's in the book
>>45691574
we can do that later. Talk first
>>45691595
Talking lost.
>>45691574
We will once we head to our room.
On another note, should we try summoning someone we KNOW is a vamp in the circle see if we get the same result?
>>45691547
I completely forgot about that
>>45691609
Yea, I see that now. It's going to bite us in the ass.
I swear to RNJesus, if Jennifer dies through anon's negligence, I will join the other anons in crashing this quest.
The armistice only holds if we protect ALL the smiles.
You nod slowly and look at the circle.
“I just tried to summon my mom, so... I guess she's not in a good place right now? That's... worrying.”
You get to your feet.
“Time to head back to my room, I guess. I need to sleep, and... check something in my dad's notes.”
Jennifer nods.
“Alright then. Glad to help. I'll text you sometime tomorrow if I get the chance.”
She turns and walks off without another word, leaving you with Athena, who yawns and hugs your side.
“Daddy, carry me...”
You nod and scoop her up, hugging her to your chest and walking back to your room. Your head is swimming. By the time you get to your room you remember what you needed to talk to Jennifer about, but you make a mental note to ask about it later instead. You set Athena down, grab your dad's book, and sit down on your bed, taking out your knife and hesitating.
>Open the binding and have a look
>Leave it alone for now and sleep
>Other (write-in)
>>45691612
Dad was a vamp. That's why we killed him.
>>45691691
>Open the binding and have a look
You know if we don't do it now, someone will hear about it somehow.
>>45691691
>Open the binding and have a look
Can't use a secret weapon without knowing what it is.
>>45691691
>Open the binding and have a look
>>45691692
*Is* a vamp, anon. Not was. Since vamps are undead they might get a kind of false positive summon that just results in that, rather than that just being what it looks like when you try to summon someone from hell.
>>45691691
>>Open the binding and have a look
>>45691691
>>Open the binding and have a look
What's the mystery item?
>>45691691
>>Open the binding and have a look
>>45691692
I meant currently a vamp. To check to see if that's what you get when you summon a walking corpse's soul.
>>45691722
Dad said he was in paradise, so betting he made it to heaven. Which kinda makes me want to let him rest there.
>>45691670
That's a bit of a drastic assumption as to the nature of the conversation. Also kind of a faggot thing to do, I mean, death isn't the end, we're already planning to bring back the dead, you'd rather ruin any chance of a happy ending for anyone or Jennifer being revived out of spite for failing in the first place?
You carefully slice into the binding until you find a seam, and you run your knife along it to open a secret compartment in the spine of the book. Inside it is a key with the number 5 stamped on it. It looks like it's for a locker of some kind, and it's radiating some fairly potent magic. You pick it up and examine it for a few moments, trying to identify the spell involved, when you notice that if you press firmly and rub, you can make the number change from 1 all the way to 9.
-
Luck roll
Rolled 20 (1d20)
>>45691839
Dice Gods bless this roll.
Rolled 10 (1d20)
>>45691839
Rolled 17 (1d20)
>>45691839
Rolled 6 (1d20)
>>45691839
>>45691857
and they did.
>>45691857
Hello blessed one.
>>45691857
PRAISE RNGESUS!
>>45691839
>>45691857
Welp. The goddess of Luck, as always, looks kindly on Oliver.
>>45691899
Sammy gave a good word to her about his skills in bed.
>>45691808
Negligence of any relationship is a violation of the peace accords.
You toy with the key for a moment and, on a whim, thrust it forwards. You hear a click, and you give it a turn. The space in front of you turns into the door of a locker, with the same number you set the key to. Inside locker 5 you find a set of rings made of black metal, five in total. Each of them have a strange gemstone set into them, with a symbol engraved in each. There's also a note, which reads:
“Oliver, I know that one day you'll stumble upon these. I'm a hunter, and it's my job to destroy monsters and save lives. But sometimes things aren't so black and white. These rings are prisons for five monsters that I couldn't destroy, powerful beings that I bound and made use of on my hunts. When you wear one of the rings, you'll free their spirit, and you can talk to them. They know the command words to free them from the ring and bind them again. My hope is that, if I can't, you'll find a way to either pacify or destroy each of them for good. In the wrong hands, any one of these rings could lead to... Let's call it 'bad news' and leave it at that. Good luck, Oliver. And don't open locker 7, that's private.
-Dad”
>Investigate the other lockers
>Put on a ring
>Put it away and sleep on it
>Other (write-in)
>>45692079
>>Investigate the other lockers
>>45692079
>>Investigate the other lockers
Open locker 7? Kay.
>>45692079
>Investigate the other lockers
>>45692140
Please no. I don't want to find our parents' sex tapes.
>>45692079
>>Put on a ring
>>45692079
>Investigate the other lockers
Open 7, he's dead, it's not private anymore
>>45692079
>Investigate the other lockers
But
>Put on a ring
First
>>45692172
That's not how privacy works.
>>45692216
It absolutely is. Once you're dead and gone, your heirs will be going through everything you own. Diaries, lockboxes, etc.
That's why having someone you can trust to destroy your harddrive is so important.
>>45692272
That's how it happens, but that's still a violation of privacy to me. It's not okay. Think it constitutes a crime in some countries, but I can't remember if America was one of them.
>>45692272
Why do you want to find Dad's dragon dildo collection?
You sift through the lockers one by one.
Locker 1 contains a cube of black metal that twitches the moment you open the locker, shifting around a bit as though trying to escape. You shut the door immediately to avoid releasing something dangerous, though there's no note to go with it. You aren't sure what to make of it, although it's made of the same material as the rings.
Lockers 2 and 3 are empty
Locker 4 contains a pair of pistols, one made of silver and the other some sort of wood. The silver one has a little keychain of a wolf head attached to the grip, while the wooden one has a set of fangs protruding from the barrel. You can only assume they're magic guns that shoot silver and wooden stakes, though why your dad would keep them locked up instead of at the ready is beyond you.
Locker 6 is empty, and you skip over locker 7 for now to save it for last. Locker 8 contains a heart-shaped amulet, and when you hold it you feel warm and fuzzy.
Locker 9 is jammed and refuses to open, though you get the impression that whatever is inside is holding the door shut and hiding from you.
You hesitantly open locker 7, unsure of what you might find. Inside is a simple note. “I told you not to and you did it anyway. Congratulations, son, you just stomped on my grave. Just kidding, but seriously, pretty disappointed right now. Also seriously, make sure not to open number 9, alright?”
>Put on a ring
>Open locker 1 and inspect the cube
>Play around with the heart amulet
>Inspect the pistols
>Pack it all away and sleep
>Other (write-in)
>>45692355
>Inspect the pistols
>>45692355
>>Inspect the pistols
>>45692355
>>Other (write-in)
open 9
DO IT DO IT DO IT.
>captcha is stop x2
CAN'T STOP WON'T STOP.
>>45692355
>Inspect the pistols
>>45692312
>Think it constitutes a crime in some countries
Not in a single country on earth.
What would you do, leave all of their worldly possessions untouched?
What if you have a sibling you never met, don't they have a right to meet the family they don't know? The only reason to not go through someone's private things is to maintain the illusion you held about them in life. Which seems a shame to me, why would you not want to know the truth of who your parents were, even if it destroys the image you had of them.
>>45692339
I'm not being flippant about this. It might be important.
>>45692355
>Play around with the heart amulet
>Inspect the pistols
>>45692355
>>45692441
And
>Put on a ring
>>45692438
>What would you do, leave all of their worldly possessions untouched?
Just the ones they specifically request not be searched through.
You take out the guns and examine them briefly. They pulse with magic, the energy rising and falling, and you quickly realize that it's in time with your breathing. When you breathe out the energy rises, and when you breathe in it drops. Whatever magic is at work, it increases in power after you exhale, possibly to ensure you only fire when you have a steady shot. A quick test fire while breathing in produces a glob of silvery liquid from one and a toothpick from the other. Firing at full power might cause some damage to the room, so you hold off on that for now.
>Put on a ring
>Play around with the amulet
>Sleep
>Other (write-in)
>>45692525
>Play around with the amulet
>>45692525
>>Play around with the amulet
>>45692525
>Play around with the amulet
>>45692525
>Play around with the amulet
>>45692525
>>Play around with the amulet
It's a love amulet I bet.
>>45692525
>Put on a ring
>Play around with the amulet
You grab the amulet and examine it briefly. When you hold it, you almost feel like you're in love. Not with anyone in particular, it's just a wonderful feeling. It makes you feel like you can do just about anything. You get the distinct impression it's either made to comfort lonely people by making them feel loved, or there's some deeper purpose you're not quite grasping.
>>45692590
>comfort lonely people by making them feel loved
Ill take one...
>>45692590
Did you mean to include more options there, boss? Cause I still want to try on one of the rings.
So, will you...
>Put on a ring
>Sleep
>Other (write-in)
>>45692838
I felt like it was implied, but I suppose not
>>45692855
>Put on a ring
>>45692838
Nein do not i repeat DO NOT do that.
>>45692855
>>Put on a ring
might as well.
>>45692855
>Sleep
I do not trust those rings at all.
>>45692855
>Sleep
>>45692855
>Sleep
>>45692855
>Put on a ring
Can't trust anon to understand your telepathy, and my cameras don't pick up audio
So is today going to be going further or stopping soon like the last two? If further, by how much?
>>45692884
Even though dad said they were usable? We need to know what sort of tools we have at our disposal. ALL of them, not just the "hunter" ones.
We aren't a hunter, after all.
>>45692935
Stopping after the next post, I think.
>>45692945
Maybe a better way to phrase it would've been "I don't trust anon with those rings or the creatures potentially contained therein."
>>45692855
>Sleep
>try not to dream of mom, fail
>>45692950
Why the change? You used to go til about 2:30 eastern
>>45692973
Then why play this quest? It's all about the monsters. And it's not your personal quest.
You look at the rings for a few moments and put them away. You stash everything in its respecting homes and set the key aside for later use. After getting ready for bed, reading Athena a bedtime story and finally settling in for the night you do your best to just relax and sleep, trying to shake the terror you felt at the sight of your mom's soul wracked with pain. Your sleep doesn't come easily, and when it finally does, you feel a strange tingling sensation, the dream-world shifting as you tumble from your mind to another, and then another. You focus on one person, trying to stabilize your impromptu voyage through the dreamscapes of others.
>Pick a person (write-in)
>>45692983
His job's been demanding more time and I think there's some other IRL stuff going on, based off the twitter. And eight hours, twice a week is a pretty good amount of run time.
>>45692950
Sounds fine.
>>45693016
>Andrea
I recall that being popular the last time this came up.
>>45692983
Mostly due to increased work load, earlier starts to my days, and the fact that my schedule hasn't become stable with my promotion yet.
>>45693016
>Angie, let's talk about mom.
>>45693016
>Andrea
>>45693016
>Athena.
Do androids dream of electric sheep?
>>45693016
>>Angie
>>45693016
Andrea
>>45693016
Andrea. Still never got that dream sequence.
>>45693016
>Athena, if we can.
We should see what our daughter dreams of.
>>45693009
>Then why play this quest?
Because it's fun.
>It's all about the monsters.
In the sense that most of the meaningful characters are monsters, because we're at a monster high school.
>And it's not your personal quest.
So I'm not allowed to vote because I don't agree with you or what are you getting at?
So next time we'll start with Andrea's dreamscape. Have a nice night, everyone, this was a blast.
>>45693256
Thanks for running!
>>45693116
The goal of this quest isn't to go to high school, it's to find a way to bring our parents back from the dead without getting smacked down by heaven, and protect everyone Oliver cares about.
High school is simply a side note.
Now, to accomplish those goals, Oliver will need the sort of power that can tell heaven to go fuck itself. The monsters in those rings might help with that, but only if we take the time to find out what they are and what they know.
Being afraid of what might happen (with no evidence to support it) is a good way to get nowhere in this quest.
>>45693298
We have more than enough other things to screw around with than the rings, which sound like they'll come with a lot of moral baggage.
>>45693298
Rushing will just get us killed and save nobody
>>45693316
>>45693340
Maybe, maybe not. Being afraid to examine them gains us nothing.
>>45693298
Oliver is tired, and rushing is a bad idea. Especially when dad who was a fairly successful hunter says their monsters he CAN'T put down.
If we're going to examine we're going to be awake and have wards up.
>>45693376
>NAO NAO NAO
Seriously chill the fuck out You don't examine special items while tired.
>>45693316
>>45693340
How do you know? You're making assumptions with 0 information, except that they were A) too strong for our dad to kill, and B) he used them, which means they must cooperate to some extent. But again, we don't know.
>>45693417
If that's how you felt then you should have voted against touching any of them.
>>45693460
Rushing resulting in death seem like a pretty fucking obvious assumption
>>45693460
Our dad talking about things not always being black and white as a hunter in the note introducing the rings is what makes me think the rings have moral garbage surrounding them.
The fact that you didn't read just reaffirms my confidence in the decision I made.
>>45693489
Nice drawing of false equivalency faggot.
>>45693460
Dude learn to read.
>>45693520
All that tells me is that he was likely prejudiced against any sort of monster, and likely would want us to kill all the werewolves.
Those are probably fey or something equally useful imprisoned there, because he couldn't kill them.
And if any of you really believe there's some moral injustice with those rings, then ignoring it is the same as approving of it.
They are ours now, pretending they don't exist won't resolve anything.
>>45693653
No, I believe that there's probably moral justice in those rings but given the chucklefucks that show up in this quest sometimes and the first to three system, I don't trust there to not be three bleeding hearts who refuse to be appropriately suspicious and/or trolls that vote quickly.
>>45693653
>durr hurr because we want to take our time and examine them when we're awake we're ignoring them.
In case you didn't notice Oliver is tired. Tired means our dcs are higher, and he might miss shit. Dealing with beings of power is best when he's awake and fully conscious and rested. Whenever highly powerful beings are sealed, they are going to want out, or vengeance, and magic bindings only go so far.
Furthermore anons late at night are notorious for bad decisions, and this quest has several trolls. Would you trust them to tinker with the horribly powerful monsters? I sure as hell wouldn't.
>>45693653
>pretending they don't exist won't resolve anything.
Currently, the rings are no problem. If we fuck with them, they could be a problem. They're resolved preemptively by being ignored, as they can't make themselves relevant.
>Wanting to free any fey ever
>>45693740
>Would you trust them to tinker with the horribly powerful monsters?
Yes, because this quest started as a late night thing. Those "trolls" as you call them are the ones who've been with us the longest, are the ones who killed Vanessa, and are the ones who made Athena.
QM's move to earlier hours is drawing in more cowards. Boldness is the only way things get accomplished in this quest. Maintaining the status quo gains us nothing.
>>45694137
Trolls are always trolls, and as one of the anons that did the things you're talking about (including several crucial rolls) and is here during every thread for all of it's run time every time: the late night crowd has been getting worse.
Being stupid and taking risks aren't the same thing.
>>45694137
>Trying to act superior about being a headstrong oldfag in lieu of an actual counterpoint
kek
>>45694164
Then explain how messing about with those guns or that locket was any safer. The guns could very well have used our life to power their shots.
The only thing we knew for sure was that our father said the rings were safe to use, and that he used them in extreme fights. Every other thing in there was completely unexplained.
How does that match up with your logic? It seems terribly inconsistent to me.
>>45694137
>boldness is the only way to get things done
Remind me how many times have we pushed stupidly and either almost die or get someone killed?
>status quo get us nothing
Except you know keep us alive so we can look at them when Oliver is ass tired and liable to fuck it up. He can look at them later, when he has backup and is awake enough to do it right.
Furthermore I've been here since quest start. So don't lecture me with that bullshit.
>>45694234
>missing the point this completely.
>>45694272
I never said I voted for the guns or the locket. Sometimes I miss votes due to how quickly they can be over, the QM doesn't pause for *my* meal retrieval, after all.
>>45694272
Because the guns showed no signs of sentience. Nor did the locket. Meaning they're easier to deal with. Also in the guns case their purpose was explicit.
He didn't say they were safe either. Just that they were powerful and he used them. Notice how we avoided nine and 1 both of which showed sign of intellect.
>>45694290
No he was spot on. There was no rejoinder just. All you new guys are cowards!!!!! And thus he had no comeback for the other more substantial bits of the post he replied too.
