>>41455056

The alarm’s ringing. Another morning. Time for you to go wake up the two zombies that call themselves your daughters.

But wait!

“IT’S SATURDAY!” You shout out gleefully, hopping out of your bed and running towards the kitchen. You can already see Eve at the stove, grinning like a maniac as she tends to the three different pans in front of her, pancakes and french toast and eggs and bacon and all the other glorious breakfast foods cooking away, the delicious scents floating into the air.

“IT’S SATURDAY!” Eve sings back, tossing you an apron (Kiss the Chef, of course), and you get to work making the food even better. A bit of paprika on the eggs, some mushrooms to cook in the delicious juices of the bacon, and cinnamon for the french toast.

Soon enough, a large buffet is set up on the kitchen table, and both you and Eve begin serving yourself from the plates, humming along to some morning tunes emanating from Eve’s computer.

The door to Eve’s room opens, a very tired looking Jackie stumbling out.

“You alright, Jackie?” you call, taking a bite from a piece of bacon.

She tilts her head back to look at you, eyes just about open enough to see. “Hmmph? What’s wrong?”

Eve shrugs. “Ah, nothing. Just...you’re small again.”

“Oh.” Jackie looks down at herself, noticing the floor is only twelve inches away, and that she’s now sprouted her fairy wings again, before looking back up at you two. “Oh.”

>Disregard, continue eating delicious breakfast
>So Jackie, do you know why you keep transforming into a tiny little fairy?
>Write In.

It’s 6:32. AND SATURDAY.

---

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>>41455082
>>So Jackie, do you know why you keep transforming into a tiny little fairy?

>>41455082
>So Jackie, do you know why you keep transforming into a tiny little fairy?

>>41455082
>>So Jackie, do you know why you keep transforming into a tiny little fairy?

>>41455265
>>41455257
>>41455107
Writing

>>41455082

”So, Jackie?”

“Yes?” she’s currently picking off pieces of egg from the side of Eve’s plate.

“Uh...do you know why you keep turning into a fairy? This is the second time now.”

Jackie sighs, sitting cross-legged on the table. “I still don’t. Nothing really interesting happened yesterday. Coming home was normal, and so was the night. My dreams were all okay too, just about- uh, either way, I can’t figure out why.”

“Alright then. There’s a problem now, though.”

“What?”

You grimace, and point towards the calendar on the wall, with today circled. “The match. Who can we recruit to replace you?”

Jackie groans. “I’m not gonna fight?”

“Probably not a good idea, with people throwing around weapons bigger than you. When you were still full-sized, that is. So we’ll need a replacement.”

Eve sets her knife and fork on her empty plate. “Well, you can always call the people at the fencing place you told us. You’ve already got Mr. Beckett willing, and Sam would be up for it. You could call Luce? Who else...”

You begin brainstorming, figuring out who you can recruit for your battle.

>Let’s just stick with what we have. >Implying I could ever lose.
>Let’s recruit the fencing club.
>Let’s recruit Luce.
>Call on George.
>Call on the mystical magical might of Mr. Miyagi (and his supreme soba service!)
>Fuck it, all of them. Every last contact.

>>41455523
>Call on George.
George is the butcher that showed us around right?

>>41455561
Yes, that is George.

>>41455523
>>Let’s recruit Luce.
if she dont want to then we
>>Call on George.

>>41455523
>>Let’s recruit Luce.
>Call on George.

>>41455608
>>41455598
>>41455561
Just gonna call both. Writing.

>>41455523
>Call on George.
>Let’s recruit the fencing club.
Hey Art, how's life?

>>41455523

You grab your phone from your room and start making the calls to the various people you’ll need for the match today. First, that involves finding a replacement for Jackie. So you call Luce.

After about two rings, the phone is picked up. “Ah, hey Lucy-”

“IT IS SIX FUCKING THIRTY IN THE MORNING. FUCK ON OFF TO YOUR LAND OF CHEERFUL MORNING BRIGHTNESS.” The phone beeps, signalling the end of the call.

Well. Maybe you can try again later.

This time, you make a call to George, with the number he had given you yesterday. Three rings this time, and he picks up. “Hello, Big Meat and Company speaking.”

“...That hardly seems like the best name, George.”

“Ah! Mark! Good to hear from you again. What can I do for you?”

“Well, I was wondering if you’d be willing to lend your strength for a project of mine.”

“Hmm? Are you moving?”

“Not so much. There’s this mock-battle that I’m going to be fighting in in a little bit, and I was wondering if you’d be up for taking my side.”

“But of course! How will this mock battle work?”

“Just bring some armor and weapons, I’ll help get you set up and make sure that you won’t accidentally kill someone.”

“You wound me, Mark. Please, I’m far too skilled to accidentally let someone die. Where should we meet?”

You give him the address of the park, and finish up the call. You turn to your two daughters now.

>Get ready, Eve, we can go pick up the Beckett’s now.
>Let’s get to the park early Eve, and train a bit.

>>41456134
>>Let’s get to the park early Eve, and train a bit.
man i really like Luce

>>41456134

>Get ready, Eve, we can go pick up the Beckett’s now.

>>41456134
>Let’s get to the park early Eve, and train a bit.

>>41456134
>>Let’s get to the park early Eve, and train a bit.

A few more votes?

>>41456134
>Let’s get to the park early Eve, and train a bit.
maybe call or text them to tell them we're going ealry

>>41456353
>>41456332
>>41456312
>>41456172

Training. Will send message to make sure they know.

>>41456172
I'm writing Luce as I would react. D-do you l-love me, anon-kun?

>>41456383
yes

>>41456383
I'd totally fuck you.

>>41456410
Let's run away, far from this horrible place! Let's go to Switzerland, and build a lovely cabin high in the mountains where we can make such sweet gentle jokes about each other's sexuality.

>>41456432
so long as we can embrace the super models we bring with us

>>41456509
>implying I'm not already fabulous

>>41456509
And robots.
And robot super-model robots.

>>41456134

“Alright then Eve, get prepared. We can head straight on down to the park to train.” Eve salutes, and heads on to her room to get changed. You turn to Jackie. “Would you like to stay, or come watch?”

“Watch, definitely.”

“Alright then! Maybe you can point out some flaws in our training for us to work on.

Jackie giggles. “I don’t think I’m good enough to do that, but okay.”

With that, you send a message to John about meeting them there at the park, and he sends an affirmative, along with “just trying to fit into my armor.”

And with that, you’re off!

---

You wipe some sweat from your forehead, the slick oily feeling distracting you from your opponent, who takes advantage of your lack of concentration. You bring your own blade up in time though, and you’re soon locked in a dance of steel, edges weaving in and out, hungering for flesh.

“Come on, you bastard,” Eve growls, her sword coming down on your head. “Yield!”

“Never!” you cry, dodging to the side and attempting to run her through. She deflects it, and jumps at you again, crying out.

>Wear her down, get her tired.
>You’ll tire faster than her. Give it your all right now!
>Distract her, add something new to the mix.

>>41456601
>>Distract her, add something new to the mix.

>>41456601
>Distract her, add something new to the mix.

>>41456601
>Distract her, add something new to the mix.

>>41456601
>>Distract her, add something new to the mix.

>>41456698
>>41456659
>>41456650
>>41456635
Please roll 1d100 for the wacky zany tactics.

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>41456728
nuber captcha wierd

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>41456728
Confusion fu!

>>41456752
>>41456772
Always best of three.

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>41456728
>Is that an abomination behind you?

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>41456728

>>41456848
86 is a good roll. Writing.

>>41456601

As she jumps, you lunge backwards, rolling into a standing position. And then collapse, clutching your knee. “Agh,” you mutter, trying to slowly stand again.

She seems more than a bit wary as you stand, “Are you okay, dad?”

“I’m fine, let’s continue.” you go to lunge forward again, but just as she prepares to block, your foot slips and you fall to the ground, holding back a shout.

“Dad!” she rushes over to you, setting her sword to the side as she lifts your leg off the ground, “What’s wrong-”

“Oh, nothing.” you set your blade against her throat. “Come on, I realize that I extended the illusion a tad beyond the simple ‘I’ve fallen and I can’t get up’, but seriously?”

Eve drops you back to the ground, walking away, muttering something about you being an asshole. You laugh, and hop back onto your feet. “Don’t get too salty, Eve! You can take out your anger on the other team later.”

After a few minutes, she manages to let go (far better than you would’ve, to be fair), and soon you’re both sparring again, testing each other’s skills. Jackie, watching from a branch of a tree to the side, calls out some comments now and then.

After about half an hour of practice, you see some more people arrive, including the Becketts. Samantha, wearing what seems to be her own magical armor (modified slightly to appear more relevant, with breastplate and chain-skirt), helps an eight foot tall metal monstrosity out of the car.

It slowly lumbers on over to you, the creaking and grinding of the entire thing scaring off a few birds (and getting more than a few second-glances from some joggers). It finally approaches you, and slowly lifts off its helmet.

“Hiya, Mark,” John says cheerfully, holding his helmet against his waist. “We ready for today?”

“Indeed. That’s some impressive armor right there, I’ve got to say.”

(1/2)

>>41457294

“Thanks! Some guy told me I couldn’t be a Guardian when I first started playing. I decided to show him.” he leans down slightly, shifting some armor to the side to reveal the stilts beneath his feet. “They’re called jumping stilts. I figured that an eight foot tall monster jumping five feet vertically would be impressive enough to merit being called a Guardian.”

“Certainly.”

He looks around, spotting Eve. “Oh, hey Eve. Who else is coming?”

“Well, I called a guy called George, who had shown me around the underground. He should be coming shortly. I also tried calling Luce-”

“Indeed you did.” The world goes cold, the grass dies, and all humor is drained from your soul as Luce approaches. She looks slightly tired, and extremely angry. In her hand is a gigantic cup of coffee, slightly incongruous with the rest of her costume (which seems to be a weird mix between an Indian sari and armor). On her hips two scimitars balance each other out.

You grin at her, refusing to let her kill the mood. “Good morning Luce! It certainly is one, right?”

“I will split your fucking face in two.”

“The sun is shining, birds are singing! Ah, it’s refreshing to be up at this time!”

“Go choke on a dick.”

“Truly, it’s refreshing! I’m bet you’re glad I woke you, so you too could enjoy this!”

“An hero immediately.”

Eve walks on up, offering Luce a pack of biscuits from the picnic basket that Jackie had passed. “He is a bit too sprightly in the morning. These should help.”

Luce graciously accepts, and digs into the small pack of shortbread, Methodically switching between them and the coffee. Soon enough, she’s done, and she tosses the cup in a nearby bin. “Right, I’m awake. What are we doing?”

>Go over the plan
>Just waiting for one last person to come.
>Let’s go talk to the enemy first, get the rules set out.

>>41457334
>Just waiting for one last person to come.

>>41457334
>>Just waiting for one last person to come.

>>41457334
>>Just waiting for one last person to come.

>>41457547
>>41457382
>>41457361
Writing,

>>41457334

“Well, we’re just waiting for one more person to come now. Should be here soon.”

As you’re talking, you notice a few people riding horses along one of the park trails in the distance. It gets weirder as one of the horses splits off and heads towards you, slowing down as it approaches the group. The rider, looking all the world like some kind of Viking, takes off his horned helmet and sets it on the pommel of his saddle as he approaches, grinning. “Hey, Mark. How’re ya doing?”

“A horse, George.”

“Yes.”

“A fucking horse.”

“I’ve also got room for one more, if you’ve got an archer.”

You look over to Eve, who’s holding up her own bow, and sigh. “I guess. Are you even allowed to ride here?”

He shrugs. “When I told the officer who stopped me at the entrance to the park I was playing some mock battle game, he kinda gave up.”

“Ah. Well then, we all ready?”

The group nods, holding their weapons up and ready. George hefts two battle-axes, grinning as he does so. You faintly realize that if he were slightly shorter he might as well be dwarf.

>Go greet the enemy and settle ground rules.
>Plan before hand (Write a plan).

>>41457985
>>Go greet the enemy and settle ground rules.

im really bad at plans.

>>41457985
>>Go greet the enemy and settle ground rules.

>>41457985
>>Go greet the enemy and settle ground rules.

>>41458249
>>41458142
>>41458115
Writing!

>>41457985

“Well, let’s go on over a see the enemy, figure out the ground rules. Don’t want cheating, yeah?”

You lead your merry band of friends on over to the enemy camp.

Camp.

Literally a camp.

Spread out over the ground in front of you is some twenty tents, numerous people all climbing out and starting to take them down. Closer to you you can see some guy shouting out over them, using a loudspeaker. You grimace at that: technically, all Chivalry games need to avoid modern tech as much as humanly possible. Most people stuck to the rule, apart from one certain person.

You’re getting a really bad feeling about this.

The speaker turns toward you as your group appears, recoiling slightly at the impressive set you have. When he peeks behind you, though, trying to find more people, he starts to grin.

Cocky bastard. You’ll look for him on the field.

“Well well well, if it isn’t Markham the Black. Finally on the fields again, old man?”

You chuckle. “Old enough to know everything about this game. But I don’t seem to know you, new-blood.”

He puffs out his chest at your words, staring magnificently out over the camp. “But of course! I may be new, but I, as commander of these forces, am here to show you-”

“Cut it. Who’s actually in charge?”

“I-I am! How dare you insult me?”

“Stop wasting my time. Where is the Commander?”

“I-” the newbie’s attempts to defend himself are cut off by a laugh. From the largest tent close to you, a man emerges. He’s not too tall, but seems well enough in other areas, definitely a runner or something.

He grins as he approaches you, stopping just next to the newbie. “Ah, Markham. It’s been a while hasn’t it?”

No...

It can’t be...

He’s too fit...he looks like he can actually lift something heavier than a pillow...like he can walk on his own two feet...

Is it...

(1/2)

Ugh, just too long.

>>41458599

>...”Gerald?”
>Shake his hand. If his body has improved so much, maybe his mood has.
>Don’t give him the honour. “Hello, Gerald. How much of a handicap would you like this time round?”

>>41458620
>Shake his hand. If his body has improved so much, maybe his mood has.
be the bigger man

>>41458620
>...”Gerald?”
>Shake his hand. If his body has improved so much, maybe his mood has.

>>41458620
>Shake his hand. If his body has improved so much, maybe his mood has.

>>41458663
>>41458646
>>41458645
Writing.

Caught a best dad thread!

Life is good!

>>41458812
Droppin' name.

>>41458599

“...Wow, Gerald. You look great. Years treated you well, huh?” You grin and offer your hand to shake. Maybe his mind has improved along with the rest of him…

He smiles back at you, but doesn't take the hand.

Fucking scum.

“A pleasure as well, Markham. Unfortunately I'm not able to say the same for you. Awfully impressive, was Markham the Black. Not so much any more.”

You smile. “Good thing you're not such a fatass, then. Not sure if my old bones could stand up to you in your 'prime'.”

Gerald laughs. “Ah, very good, Markham. Either way, time has passed and we now find each other on a field again, to fight for the last time, to pass on the baton of Chivalry.”

You shake your head. “No can do, Gerald. You'd have to pry it from my cold, dead hands, and I still think that would give you too much trouble.”

“Well then, I guess we better get to it, then?”

You shrug. “Sure. Let's set the ground rules first, though.”

“But of course.”

“One: If you are hit in the head, chest, or abdomen, you're out. If you're hit in the extremities, that part is no longer in play, and another hit in any location will out you as well.”

Gerald nods. “Of course.”

He's not even listening.

“Two: Upon the death of the enemy 'King', the battle is over, in favor of the one with a King remaining.”

“Indeed.”

He won't die till I shove his face six feet under.

“Three: At any time, one may allow their forces to recuperate, and rejoin later in the battle. A minimum twenty minutes must pass until they may return to the field.

“Got it.”

He'll be bringing them back in five.

“Are all the rules clear?”

Gerald grins at you. “May the better player win, Markham the Black.”

You grimace. “May the better player win.”

>>41459322

Sorry, out for a bit, making lunch. Let me finish up writing...

>>41459322


“Wow. What an asshole,” George comments, attaching blunt-ends to his battle axes.

“I heard tales, but I didn't think they were true,” John murmurs, doing the same to his own poor excuse for a sword (more like a large iron club, if anything).

“Welp, there's the truth of it,” you say. “Gerald is, quite literally, the biggest bitch in the world.”

“Agreed,” everyone says.

“So,” Luce says, giving her twin blades a few test swings with the blunt-ends on them, “What's the plan?

>What's the Plan? Write In!
>Or, Aggressive Plan
>Defensive Plan
>Wacky Zany Plan (Hey, George, you got Miyagi's phone number?)

>>41459634
>Wacky Zany Plan (Hey, George, you got Miyagi's phone number?)

>>41459634
>Wacky Zany Plan
Execute operation: pants Gerald.

>>41459634
>>Wacky Zany Plan (Hey, George, you got Miyagi's phone number?)
who am i to begrude shenanigans

>>41459886
>>41459739
>>41459737
Please roll 1d100. Bonus because you've succeeded with all such wacky plans so far.

I just tried to make myself rice and scrambled eggs. It was delicious, up until I started eating the third egg. Remember children, serving sizes.

>>41459634
>>Wacky Zany Plan (Hey, George, you got Miyagi's phone number?)

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>41459936

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>41459936

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>41459936

>>41460037
Good ole 86.

>>41460037
Writing for good ol' 86.

>>41460179
We're gonna 86 'em!

>>41460240
ohhh snap

>>41459936
Good thing you didn't fuck it up, otherwise you'd have to >>41460037 it.

>>41459634

You begin thinking about the potential plan, twiddling your thumbs to aid your process. And then, you remember.

You reach inside your coat pocket, and pull out a business card. The one that the waiter had given to you.

“Hey, George?”

“Yeah, Mark?”

“Can I borrow your phone? I want to make a call.”

---

”This game of Chivalry will be operating on King of the Hill mode! There will be only one Vein in this game mode, and you must move back at least thirty Ore of the Vein to win the game!”

This game mode was focused much more for the LARP side of Chivalry. Due to the limitations of what real people could actually do (obviously the designers hadn’t considered magical girls playing this game), they played off of that by going for more Capture-the-Flag or King-of-the-Hill game modes as opposed to ‘Kill Opponent’, as every soldier was a person and they wouldn’t want to be off the field for however many hours the game could take. The month long game you played once upon a time was actually a Kill All Opponents style, with an advantage given of being able to heal your troops, provided you could return them to the Healer’s Den you built at the beginning of the game.

Within a day, both Healer’s Dens had been broken.

Good times.

“And...BEGIN!” The judge hops off the Vein at the top of the hill, and you can hear the roar of the enemy on the other side.

Time to begin. And soon enough, your plan can go into action...

>Go straight for the Vein! Grab as many as you can straight away!
>Go around the hill, fight the enemy from behind!
>Try to Defend the hill and hold it for your own!

>>41460357
Technically, you 96ed it. Because of the bonus.

>>41460633
>>Try to Defend the hill and hold it for your own!
NONE FOR YOU

>>41460633
>Try to Defend the hill and hold it for your own!

>>41460722
>>41460689

Come on, there are 12 of ya. It makes me happy when lots of people vote.

>>41460633
>Try to Defend the hill and hold it for your own!
I wonder how confused people in a kitchen would be if you told them to 96 something.

>>41460846
A lot of people switch to lurker mode when tactical decisions come up.

>>41460847
>>41460722
>>41460689
Either way, I got it. Will be writing. Give me five minutes to buy some stuff.

>>41460868
But why? I can't understand that part. Why wouldn't you want a choice in how the story moves on?

>>41460887
>But why?
Because they have no idea what to do.
Most people decide to leave it to the people who actually know what they're doing.

>>41460968
To be fair, that's literally none of us.

>>41461130
That's a good point.

I've actually been meaning to read Sun Tzu's art of war, but I can't be assed.

>>41460847
>>41460722
>>41460689
And please roll 1d100 for this as well.

Lots of rolls, yes, but that other one will come into play shortly.

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>41461160

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>41461160
Luck be a lady.

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>41461160

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>41461160
First roll ever, time for 1's!

>>41461181
>>41461188
No one roll for a while. Let tg time work its magic.

>>41461199
Too late.

>>41461196
>>41461188
>>41461181
Right, let's see what we have here...

...

Writing!

>>41461199
Yep, you are great anon, but too late.

>>41461199
1 sec you couldn't be faster

>>41461210
some fagotry of a high degree

>>41461188
Luck's a cunt.

Now it is time for Markem the Black's daughter to shine!

>>41461251
Whoever she is, she has nothing on Markham the Black's daughter!

>>41461278
Which one?

The fairy or the elf?

>>41461324
Good question, anon. You haven't seen Jackie in proper combat, have you?

>>41461324
Both.

>>41461346
That's the Dad answer. You should make your own opinions over who's better.

Mark's merely going to encourage friendly competition between the two, so that they can both grow up to be strong.

>>41461398
No, you misunderstand.
I'm saying that Markem the Black's daughter doesn't have shit on either of Markham the Black's daughters.

>>41461430
Oh. Oh! Got it.

I think.

I don't know where Mark*em* came from, though. Is that something else, or a mere typo?

>>41461459
He is less hammy.

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>>41461501
Yes.

Still writing. Long update.

>>41461459
Pretty sure it was a typo.

>>41461501
Also works. It IS a dad joke, after all.

>>41460633


“Go! Let’s take the hill!”

You all start rushing up the incline, George managing to pull ahead of the rest of the group easily, his horse trotting up with casual ease. You can see Eve on the back. An arrow nocked and ready to fire. You really have no idea where she learnt horse-back archery, but now’s not the time to complain. Once you get to the top, you just need to start setting up defenses so that they have a hard time of getting through...

Once you get to the top, you find the front line of the enemy troops looking right at you.

“Shit.”

Their frontline retreats a few steps, allowing the more heavily armored Vanguard troops to come through.

Sure, it’s only twenty, hardly a worry when you’re playing on the board. In real life, though? Scary stuff.

They start to advance, keeping their tower shields up and at the ready, spears poking out like a hedgehog.

You have to give it to Gerald. No matter how big of a bitch he is, he seems to realize that the word strategy and tactic and maneuver mean something.

As they approach, Eve pops one of them in the head with an arrow. They keep coming.

“HEY ASSHOLE!” She shouts, nocking another arrow. “YOU’RE DOWN!”

They keep marching.

Muttering, she draws another one, this time as far as the bow will let her (impressively far, probably a bit of magic in there), and looses it again at one of the Vanguards. Whichever one it was gasps a bit, but keeps marching.

“YOU FUCKER! I HEARD YOU SCREAM!” Eve roars, holstering her bow over her back and jumping off the horse. “You want to get hit even harder?”

They march.

Eve leaps.

(1/2)

>>41461636

With the rest of your crew, you start bashing in the Vanguard. Even as their spears reach out to hit, they never make it. Eve and Luce are like acrobats, breaking up the Vanguards and forcing them down onto the ground. Once they’re there, they don’t really have much choice than to surrender. When one attempted to get up again, Luce used the poor sod as a springboard to go barreling into the next group.

Truly terrifying.

You submerge yourself in the fight as well, disabling people as you move. For any Vanguard stupid enough to keep fighting, you ignore the general rules on not hurting people and clock them in the face with the sheath of your caneblade, which shuts them up quickly enough.

But there are more coming. With your slow start, the enemy is able to keep coming onto the hill-top, fighting their way through. You’re sure that they might be starting to surround you, too. And that would mean your access back to the Vein Deposit (for the points) would be cut off.

As you think, you notice that John’s being ganged up on by numerous Vanguard members. Eventually, after enough hits that would make sense for his armor, he gives up, putting his hands up and declaring out.

Of course, they keep hitting him, up until John power-knees one ‘accidentally’, by springing off one of his jumping stilts right into a Vanguard’s face. They give up after that.

You’ve got to make a decision.

>Try one more time to push them off the top, start setting up the defenses provided..
>Just grab as much of the Vein as you can and cash them in.
>These fuckers think they're so tough? Show them no mercy. Charge.

>>41461689
>These fuckers think they're so tough? Show them no mercy. Charge.

>>41461689
>>These fuckers think they're so tough? Show them no mercy. Charge.

>>41461689
>>Just grab as much of the Vein as you can and cash them in.
focus on the objective

>>41461689
>>Just grab as much of the Vein as you can and cash them in.

>>41461689
>>Try one more time to push them off the top, start setting up the defenses provided..

>>41461689
>>Just grab as much of the Vein as you can and cash them in.

Magical girls suffer no overburdened penalty! We can carry away all the resources!

>>41461689
>Just grab as much of the Vein as you can and cash them in.

>>41461830
>>41461800
>>41461771
>>41461908
This has the majority.

Addressing >>41461830 in particular, you will get a bonus to carrying stuff away.

Please roll 2d100. The first one will address how much you get away with (with 100 being all thirty) and the second one is for just your fighting as well.

Rolled 52, 42 = 94 (2d100)

>>41461945

Rolled 5, 16 = 21 (2d100)

>>41461945

Rolled 98, 30 = 128 (2d100)

>>41461945

>>41461969
Nice, Anon.

>>41461986
We are carrying home ALL the veins. Even the vein itself.

>>41462005
We're just gonna pick up the hill.

>>41462005
But we can't fight worth a shit.

>>41462037
its hard to fight when you are holding every thing

>>41461689

“Guys!”

“WHAT?” Eve roars, sending another Vanguard crumpling with a swift kick behind the knees, and ‘decapitating’ another with a swing of her blade. “BIT BUSY HERE.”

“Grab all you can and run back to the Deposit! George, get loaded up and run down as much as you can! Luce and I will handle the front lines!”

You and Luce advance to the front, taking each other’s sides as the soldiers continue to move on. You give a kick to one of the Vanguard who thinks it’s okay to rejoin the fight.

“Well then, Markham the Black, let’s see what you’re capable of,” Luce grins, spinning her scimitars inside her palm. “Would be plenty disappointing if you got fewer kills than me.”

You chuckle. “Honestly, I’d just need to stand on top of the fuckers and keep stabbing to win.”

Luce laughs. “Funny, Mark. Well, come on. Let’s fight.”

The both of you jump forward, meeting the frontline head-on. Soon enough, armor is flying from the enemy frontline (the only way to get them to admit defeat is get their helmets off and hit them over the head till they cry uncle), and your blade is whirling, your entire body entering the rhythm of fighting. But something’s off. You’re still not as good as you were back in the early days, and with the exertion of fighting Eve earlier...

You trip. Your rhythm disappears in a flash, and your leg goes out underneath you, sending you skidding on top of some Vanguard. The frontline jumps to take advantage of this, ready to score that final hit that’ll put the leader out of the game for fifteen minutes: more than enough time to fill up the Deposit.

You roll backwards, trying to escape, but the frontline just gets closer and closer. Luce is too far away to do any good, caught up in her own fight. You keep moving backwards, trying to get away, until your back hits a block.

(1/2)

>>41462749

He chuckles. “Very good. Well, better take care of this then.” He steps around you, and without a pauses kicks the enemy soldier back into the rest of his friends. And with a flourish, his sword is out, pointing towards the enemy.

“CHARGE!”

From around you, more soldiers appear, flooding forth like a tsunami to crush into the enemy force. The opponents take one step back, then another, then are completely pushed off the hill.

“STOP THE BATTLE!” You can hear Eve roar in the distance. Looking back, you can see her rushing up the hill, followed by the rest of the group. When you cast a glance towards the Vein, you feel caught by surprise when you see that of the 100 blue foam pieces that were to represent the Vein, thirty have already been taken.

You’ve won.

Well that was fucking easy.

Gerald forces his way through his army, stopping in surprise as he sees your new troops, and slightly more taken aback when he notices that a lot of the Vein has disappeared. He quickly changes his expression to a curious gaze that he sets on you. “I heard a call to stop. What happened?”

Eve grins as she approaches your side. “We won, mate.”

He tilts his head slightly. “Won? Why would you have won?”

You sigh. You can see what Gerald’s doing now.

“...We got all the thirty pieces. That’s the winning condition, alongside killing all the enemy force.”

Gerald laughs. “Oh, you must have misheard. It was sixty.”

“Sixty?”

“Yeah, that’s what we had said. And you thought thirty, I guess.”

“SIXTY?” Eve’s starting to tremble now, not calming down even as you set a hand on her shoulder.

“Come on, everyone heard sixty. Hey, Luke,” he turns to the judge, who pushes himself off the wall he was leaning against, “sixty, right?”

Luke nods. “Yeah, sixty. Should’ve asked me to clarify.”

Gerald sighs, and turns back to you. “See? Sorry about that. And it seems there’s another thing that we need to take care of.”

(2/3)

>>41462770

And then Eve makes the final mistake. “What the fuck are you going on about, you shithead? Half your fucking troops are getting up as soon as we take them down. You should’ve lost by default!”

Gerald ignores her, turning to you. “Try to keep your daughter in control, Markham. Honestly, if this is the daughter of Markham the Black...maybe your parenting skills aren’t on the same level as Chivalry.”

“Pardon?”

Gerald looks up at you. “You’re a shitty parent, Markham. No wonder your wife left you.”

>Ha. Ha ha. Gerald, want to duel?
>Just walk away now before you do something you regret


>F̳̞̝̻̰̖̰̗̼̔̚̕͘U̾̐͝҉̖̥͍̤C̢͓̙͖ͪ͛̅̾ͨͧ̇K͓̦̫͖̾ͨ̓͑̆̋͒ ̶̾̑͛̾ͨ̏ͦ̈͟͏̙̝Y̧̠͓̻̍̍͆̄͡O̖͇͈̰̜ͥͮ͆ͮͮ̏͐ͯͫU̞̩͕̤ͦ͝ ̥̘͓͙̼̮̯ͭ̇̀͜ͅY̧̛̦̟̦̘͗̅͞O̧̳̞̽̈ͥ̓ͧ̈͗̇U̪̳̫̰̘͎̲̅͋͗̒̚ ͇͉͈̪͖͒̓ͬ̍ͫU̢̥̬̬͎͙̫͋͆ͯ̿ͤ͂̿T͕̦̜̭͕̱̈́̓̎͞T̵̵̮̳͎̩͚̈̇ͨE̖͔̦͖ͮͤ͒͑͗̈̋ͭ̀͠͠R̴͍̲͙̄ͭ̽͛ͫ͊ͥͫ͌͝͞ ̞̪̔͗͒ͪ͑̆ͯ̚P̧̯͚̹̹̜̠̜͈̪̊̒̈̊̂ͩ͂̂̔I͙̮̽͒̃ͮ͛́͟Ę̰̖̝̈́̂͂͌̅͋́C̶̡̡̖̳ͬ̓E̵̺̟̣̟ͭ̄̀ ̨̟̓̐̂̇͌̀O̡̱̗͍̟͍̖͎̓ͩ͑F̭͖͓͍̿ͭ̍́̔͗́͜ ̴̜̤̟ͥ̇͢S͓̼̤̲̫̀̽̅͗H̸̡̗͇͙̘̆͛ͯI͉͙̤̲̠̫̣̖͇ͮͥ̽̆ͣ͋̐̒̈͟T̖̫̺̬͇̿̒̀͞

>Also, roll for self control. This applies to all the options no matter what. 1d100.

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>41462791
>Ha. Ha ha. Gerald, want to duel?

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>41462791
>Ha. Ha ha. Gerald, want to duel?
>And I choose the judge. That way you can't bribe him.

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>41462791
>Ha. Ha ha. Gerald, want to duel?
Save the spoilers until we have our corona of righteous justice.

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>41462791
>>Ha. Ha ha. Gerald, want to duel?

>>41462791
>>Ha. Ha ha. Gerald, want to duel?

>>41462791
>>41462831
Seconding>>41462821's writein, though maybe without any explicit talk of bribing.

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>41462791
>Ha. Ha ha. Gerald, want to duel?
>Advance on him even if he says no

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>>41462839
>>41462832
>>41462864
>>41462859
>>41462839
>>41462832
>>41462831
>>41462821
>>41462810

Consensus seems to be reached. I'll allow the seventy one as your role, so you're probably not going to maim him.

Writing.

>>41462791
>you remember our last duel? Want to try for another go?
>I'd like to see how much higher I can throw you now that you're so much lighter.

>>41462889
No please let us maim him, Do it

>>41462889
i have to ask what happend to mister miyagi plan part did it happen an we didn't notice

>>41462948
The miyagi guys came and boosted that 30 roll of yours. Remember/

Where MSQ and LITQ

>>41462970
Ah, an older reader! Welcome!

MSQ I stopped. I wasn't doing the quest justice. once I finish Best Dad and Redline (the latter likely to be faster), and I believe that I'm ready to run the one hundred thread, multi-part masterpiece that MSQ deserves to be, I will write it. Until then, unfortunately, I am not worthy of writing it as it should be written.

LIT is easier to answer. Best Dad occupies my time, so haven't had an opportunity. I think I can run it tomorrow, if you're up for it.

>>41463036
aaaah the glorious and ridiculous days of MSQ...

>>41463036
Nice, I'm in.

>>41463085
Soon, they'll be back. I'm already preparing the backstory, getting a truly insane pastebin ready for y'all, with example posts of 4chan's /mg/ threads, and all that.

I'm so excited.

Akane Shogo will be back, and soon if I have it my way.

But for now, this quest is also a ton of fun! Lot's of d'aww, if you enjoy it.

>>41462791

You feel some worms of rage in you, like that time you fought Wrath. More than just anger, a pure unyielding light that burns everything in front of it.

You control it, though, and take a breath. “Gerald.”

“Hmm?”

“How would you like to duel?”

“I’d rather not.”

You smile. “Let me rephrase that. We’re going to duel. I am going to beat you a pulp for not just insulting me, but my daughter too. I’m going to remind you why you’re such a bitch, Gerald.”

Gerald grins. “Oh, sure. Luke, you ready-”

“We’re going to do it with a fair, unbiased judge, Gerald. Not Luke.”

Gerald frowns. “But Luke-”

“-Is not that, correct. Here, I’ll make it easier for you.” You start shedding your coat and armor, till you’re left in just a shirt and trousers. You also sheath your caneblade. “I won’t have armor, and I won’t draw. You just need to touch me. Graze me. And you win. And it’ll take me five hits to get you. How about it?”

Gerald shrugs. “I don’t need the handicap, but if you think you’re so good.”

The army shifts to make room for you on their side, in a large clearing for the duel. Gerald picks out a shield and sword to use, swinging it experimentally before turning to you. “And now’s the final battle of Markham the Black. Let’s see what you’ve got, old man.”

You smile.

The judge (being a random jogger that George had approached and filled in (apparently an MMA fighter, so capable) cups his hands over his mouth.

“FIGHT!”

You stand still, watching as Gerald approaches you at a mad pace. He doesn’t particularly need to defend himself. He just needs that graze.

You won’t let him have it. As he approaches, sword swinging, you duck underneath it, feeling the path cut in the air rustling your hair slightly. From there, you slam the hilt of the caneblade into Gerald’s knees, causing it to buckle.

You’re not meant to cause pain in Chivalry.

You kick his other knee in, sending him folding towards the ground, even as he wildly swings his sword to catch you.

(1/2)

>>41463243

You parry his sword, and catching the guard you pull it out of his grasp and throw it away.

You kick at his shield, sending it flying backwards into his own helmet, sending his helmet ringing.

>Just go for the blows. Drive each one home.
>Time to relive the old days. Make him understand that he’ll never be in your position.
>Just leave. “You’ve had enough, Gerald. You don’t deserve my time.”

>>41463262
>Time to relive the old days. Make him understand that he’ll never be in your position.

>>41463262
>>Just leave. “You’ve had enough, Gerald. You don’t deserve my time.”

>>41463262
is it painfully obvious that he lost big time if so
>Just leave. “You’ve had enough, Gerald. You don’t deserve my time.”
if not
>Time to relive the old days. Make him understand that he’ll never be in your position.

>>41463262
>>Time to relive the old days. Make him understand that he’ll never be in your position.
He insulted our daughter. He's lucky his head isn't going above our mantel.

>>41463262
>Just go for the blows. Drive each one home.

>>41463262
>Time to relive the old days. Make him understand that he’ll never be in your position.

>>41463262
>>Just go for the blows. Drive each one home.

>>41463262
>Just go for the blows. Drive each one home.
You were a bitch, you are a bitch, and you will always be a bitch

>>41463262
>>Time to relive the old days. Make him understand that he’ll never be in your position.

>>41463408
>>41463346
>>41463318
>>41463301
For Old Days,

>>41463320
>>41463395
>>41463405
For blows,

>>41463313
>>41463307
For leaving him.

We're going with the drop.

>>41463262

You toss your caneblade to Eve at the edge of the ring, and turn your attention back to Gerald. He tries to hit you with his shield again, but you grab his arm and twist it against his back.

“Listen, you little shit,” you bite off each word in his ear. “I once thought you were having a bad day. Then I thought you had a very healthy competitive drive. Then I thought you must have been abused. But no. You’re just a gigantic prick.”

You drag him towards the centre of the field, ignoring his struggling. “And now, Gerald, we’re going to show everyone what happens when you cheat.”

You rip off his helmet and grab him by the collar, other hand reaching towards his belt.

And you lift. You’re not as strong as you used to be, but he’s not exactly fat anymore.

You lift him up, up above your head, the armored figure suspended in the air.

Utter silence. No one talking.

And you bring him back down to the ground again, letting him slam.

Luckily, most of his equipment seemed to be plastic or foam (perfectly acceptable for Chivalry), so he was only going to be bruised in the morning.

You’re not sure whether you touched his ego.

There wasn’t a victory celebration. Your side merely saw it as doing what needed to be done. Gerald’s side seemed to float away, before anyone connected them to having once been part of Gerald’s army.

You wish Miyagi’s army a good day, and give them your number as well, saying “call me whenever you need something done.”

And then, you’re off, to learn how to be a magical parent.

(1/2)

>>41463596


”Hello and welcome to the Magical Parent Association. I’m your host, Lucy. Please, for the love of god, do not call me Luce.”

You grin at her. “Sure, Lucerino.”

She sighs, and turns to the rest of the group. “Today, we’re going to go over exactly what being a Magical Parent means, how to look after your daughters (and know when they can handle themselves), and ensure that they get a good balance between their normal life, and the life beyond that. Would anybody like to make a comment before we start?”

You had just arrived at the facility that Luce had set up for the briefing. Apparently it was a pretty serious thing. While you weren’t exactly near any government offices, it’s definitely official enough that you’re sure some official probably has a magical daughter out there, and obviously couldn’t stand a lack of organization and holding meetings in public spaces.

Either way, you’re in a rather nice building, in a rather nice auditorium, everyone sitting up on the stage in a circle. Twenty people are part of it, not including you or Luce, and all seem to be in various stages of acceptance of the entire situation. Some seem to have not gotten over the whole magic part. Others are worried that they won’t be able to enforce curfew, or other arbitrary limits.

Only one other guy seems to understand that his daughter is a living breathing being capable of rational thought, and you sit down next to him from the beginning.

“What’s your name?” you ask.

“Daniel. Yours?”

“Mark.”

“A pleasure.”

And back to the current events, with Luce.

“Would anybody like to make a comment before we start?”

One guy raises his hand. “Yeah. Seriously, can I get an explanation about this whole magic thing? I just...I feel like I’m on the Truman Show, and everyone’s having a laugh.”

Luce nods. “That’s a perfectly reasonable complaint, Mr. Turner. It’s a stumbling block for many parents...”

(2/3)

>>41463918

She keeps talking, and you exchange some more information with Daniel, including names of daughters (his is Melissa, or Mel).

“Any other questions?”

One guy stands. “This is complete bullshit. I’m just meant to believe that my daughter’s going to be safe out there? And socializing with whatever dregs of society *you* all are,” he seems to wave at the rest of the group at that, “I can’t accept that. Can my daughter get out of this? Christ, she needs to go to college, not mess around with fucking fairies.”

Luce keeps smiling. She must have done this hundreds of times. “Ah, Mr. Clark. Well, you see, Mr. Clark, your daughter isn’t a fucking sheep. She’s allowed to make her own choices, and maybe if you taught her about them as opposed to locking her away from the world like the Christmas plates, then maybe she would realize that on her own. Spectacularly, despite your own awful parenting, she seems to be handling herself fine. Nor does she want to go back to you, you control-freak.”

“You bitch-” he’s cut off by you standing up, making sure you take your time as you do so.

You unsheath your caneblade, and maneuver the long blade to clean out the inside of your fingernails. “I’d watch what you say,” you murmur, making sure to clean out each nail before moving onto the next. “You never know what these dregs of society might do.”

Mr. Clark makes a very quick exit, and Luce shoots you a glare. “Unnecessary.”

“But he was insulting you!” you exclaim, taking your seat again and sheathing the blade. More than a few people seem to be watching you a bit more warily now, along with the cane.

Luce sighs. “As if there isn’t always one or two assholes like that. I’d like to believe I’m a strong, independent woman, Mark. Give me a chance to prove it.”

You shrug, sitting again. “Alright then. Continue.”

(3/4)

>>41463967

Luce does so, answering questions as she goes, until she arrives at the final slide. “Alright, that’s all. Any final questions?”

One parent raises his hand. “Uh, yeah. I realize that my daughter can handle herself, but...I feel worried. I bet all of us do. Anyway, is there a way I can help her? Like, on the field?”

Luce sighs. “Not particularly, Mr. Falks. After all, they are on a different level than us. You can only watch from the sidelines.

>Uh, objection?
>Stay silent.
>Write In.

>>41463985
Missed a quotation mark. How awful.

>>41463985
>Uh, objection?
We may not be humble, but dammit if we haven't earned that right.

>>41463985
Mr. Franks If you're lucky you'll never had the chance to help them, just be there and give them a chance to feel normal and happy. Pray you never run into what they fight. I have and it nearly cost me my life. I was both extremely lucky and very good with this *motion to blade* and it still cost me my face. If you're wondering why I have one again, magic and luck, but I am very aware how lucky I am to be breathing.

>>41463985
>Begin whistling loudly and pointedly stare at a wall
we are going to become a parental legend and I love it.

>>41463985
>Uh, objection?

>>41463985
>Stay silent.
We're a bit if an exception, it would probably be bad to encourage direct parent involvement.

>>41463985
>>Write In.
"I take it this is merely a suggestion; i know the risk involved if i join her would you try and stop me if I did. that risk being death."

>>41464092
but teasing the lucy is so fun...

>>41464092
Uh what? No the butcher guy also helps his daughter and their are plenty of other's as he said

>>41463985

As a parent, you'll know if you're able to help them, just like with everything else that comes with having a daughter.

>>41463985
>Stay silent.
Hot shit with a big stick not everyone has.

>>41463985
>Uh, objection?
Yeah no

So what's the vote? Seems a mix of objection, teasing Luce, and staying silent.

We could just go for something like >>41464205, if you wish.

>>41464037
>>41464069
>>41464072
>>41464298

Never mind, we have enough for objection.

>>41463985

You cough, very loudly, and start whistling your Nonchalant tune, staring very hard at a fly that’s making its way across the wall. It first seems like it’s descending to the floor, but then it turns right around! How silly! Oh, there it is going right-

“YES, Mark?” Luce seems incredibly unamused.

“Huh, me?” You point at yourself. “Oh, nothing.”

“Nothing.”

“Yeah.”

“Nothing about saying that there’s more you can do than staying on the sidelines?”

You grin. “Now that you mention it.”

Luce sighs, and takes a seat. “Go on. Talk.”

You stand, brushing yourself off, then looking over the group. “Hi there. If we haven’t met yet, I’m Mark Dunholdt. About that whole ‘standing on the sidelines’ thing...”

>It may be true. But don’t let that stop you from helping any way you can. Even just doing the simple stuff like making breakfast and helping her out with school and mundane stuff makes it easier for her to focus. Pack a lunch box for her hunting trips!
>You don’t have to. If you train hard, then it’s possible that you can stand alongside her, helping her in her greatest times of need. It’ll take effort, maybe more than you can give, but if you do...
>Write In.

>>41464490
>You don’t have to. If you train hard, then it’s possible that you can stand alongside her, helping her in her greatest times of need. It’ll take effort, maybe more than you can give, but if you do...
> Ask Luce if she'd be willing to help you demonstrate after the meat of the meeting

>>41464490

>It may be true. But don’t let that stop you from helping any way you can. Even just doing the simple stuff like making breakfast and helping her out with school and mundane stuff makes it easier for her to focus. Pack a lunch box for her hunting trips!
don't want to inspire parents to be suicidal

>>41464490
>>It may be true. But don’t let that stop you from helping any way you can. Even just doing the simple stuff like making breakfast and helping her out with school and mundane stuff makes it easier for her to focus. Pack a lunch box for her hunting trips!

>>41464490
>>You don’t have to. If you train hard, then it’s possible that you can stand alongside her, helping her in her greatest times of need. It’ll take effort, maybe more than you can give, but if you do...
>>The most important thing is to remember why you're helping your daughter.

>>41464490

>It may be true. But don’t let that stop you from helping any way you can. Even just doing the simple stuff like making breakfast and helping her out with school and mundane stuff makes it easier for her to focus. Pack a lunch box for her hunting trips! The most important thing is to just be there for them, whenever they need you. This may be hard for us, but they're the ones who are in the thick of it. It's our job, as parents, as people who love them, to always support them. No matter what happens.
>sit back down

>>41464490
>It may be true. But don’t let that stop you from helping any way you can. Even just doing the simple stuff like making breakfast and helping her out with school and mundane stuff makes it easier for her to focus. Pack a lunch box for her hunting trips!

>>41464490
>>It may be true. But don’t let that stop you from helping any way you can. Even just doing the simple stuff like making breakfast and helping her out with school and mundane stuff makes it easier for her to focus. Pack a lunch box for her hunting trips!
Moral support, communications, etc.

>>41464611
>>41464594
>>41464588
>>41464583
>>41464552

Writing.

“It may be true,” you start, “but that doesn’t mean you can’t help. In fact, it means you should help her all the more. Making a delicious breakfast in the morning, helping her out with her homework and school and mundane stuff, that’s what she’ll need. In fact, even as she’s drawn deeper and deeper into the magical world, she’ll crave that connection back to the normal, where things are easy and simple. You’re going to be her rock, her anchor to this world.

“Sure, it might be hard, figuring out ways around work and making sure we’re always there for her. But being there for her is what our job as fathers is. So, love them, and care for them. Ask them how their day was, what monsters they killed, and be proud. Be their dad, in the ways that really matter.”

Luce smiles. “Thanks, Mark. That was actually good.”

You grin at her. “Your compliment means the world to me, Luce.”

“Eat a dick.”

---

The meeting ends, and you swap numbers with a few of the fathers who want to have a get-together at some point (you say you know a guy who might be up for hosting a barbeque, which is received well) and you head on home.

“Welcome back!” Jackie calls as you enter through the door. “We made dinner!”

Ooh, delicious. You find yourself greeted by a beef stroganoff that seems to have descended from the heavens solely to grant your tongue the blessing of its sweet taste. You compliment the cook (nearly all Jackie, surprisingly) and soon you’re full.

“So, Dad, what shall we do?”

>Let’s go monster hunting!
>I’m kinda sleepy. Don’t mind me (Ends the thread)
>Write In

>>41464821
>Let’s go monster hunting!


One day we are going to Bend Luce head over heels and pound her like a jackhammer.

>>41464856
And if you do it right, I'll give it the Artemis 100% Actual Relationship No Bullshit Guarantee

>>41464821
>>Let’s go monster hunting!

>>41464874
As in, my blessing. I'm enjoying writing her, really.

>>41464821
>>Let’s go monster hunting!

>>41464821
[x] go hunting

Only if Artemis is not too tired to keep on running

>>41464927
>>41464890
>>41464856
>>41465012

>>41465012
I'm not tired, but the HTC Vive demo is near me for tomorrow, so I'm going to hop on down and try it out.

>>41465030
As in, I'll need to be up early.

Writing.

>>41465030
>HTC Vive demo
All that effort for a cellphone?

>>41465076
It's not a cellphone. It's a HMD. Definitely better than the DK2 in its current form (which is what I have).

>>41465088
Ahhh my bad. VR headsets are always cool.

>>41465104
They're incredible. I'd go on, but this is /tg/, and since my remission my doctor has recommended avoiding /g/.

>>41464821

You grin. “So, Jackie, I don’t think I’ve seen your skill in fighting yet.”

---

You’re walking through the Old District, having a grand old time. Now that your armor and suit is clean again, with the help of some magic (you’re thinking of selling the washer and dryer now that you don’t actually need them any more), and you’re strolling on through, cane in hand. Eve’s at your side, almost beating you at strolling style. Of course, you are defending champion, and you’re not letting some youngster beat you at that.

Jackie herself is just fluttering along, wearing her own armor (that now seems to have modified itself without her knowledge to look more similar to your and Eve’s suits). She seems to have casted a spell of invisibility on herself.

“So, guys, have you learnt any more in the past week about magic?”

Eve chuckles nervously. “Eh, not really. Was more than a bit nervous after Wrath, so...kinda avoided it. Jackie taught me how to do magic circles though, so that’s cool.”

Jackie blushes. “You learnt it all on your own.”

“Nah, you showed me the...I guess you’d call it grammar, of the thing. Thanks for that!”

“N-no problem.”

“Do you think I’d be able to learn how to make those?” you ask.

Eve frowns. “You wouldn’t be able to activate them.”

You nod. “I guess. But I have no doubts I can buy bottled magic in the Underground, and if I could use that, then I could use some magic myself.”

“Huh. Good idea.”

You keep walking for a bit, not spotting too much else to go on. It seems to be a quiet night.

>Keep looking around. The Old District has to have something.
>Call up Miyagi. See if they have something for you.
>Write In.

>>41465183
>>Call up Miyagi. See if they have something for you.

>>41465183
>>Keep looking around. The Old District has to have something.

>>41465183
>>Keep looking around. The Old District has to have something.

>>41465183
>Keep looking around. The Old District has to have something.

>>41465256
>>41465241
>>41465240
Writing.

>>41465183

You keep walking through the streets of the Old District, waiting for something to jump out at you. Soon enough, once you’re deep within the heart of the District, Jackie stops you.

“They’re there.” She points down an alleyway, where you can’t make out anything but a few boxes.

“Uh...Where?”

She frowns, and pulls you along. “Look at whatever you see.”

“Uh...” you look at the boxes. They seem to be the usual cardboard things you’d get mailed to you.

“Look away, and back.”

You do so, returning your gaze to the milk cartons. “Yeah, so what? They’re still- oh. I see. That’s weird.”

As you notice the flaw, you quickly make out the shimmering around it, until it all breaks, revealing a large hole in the world. A literal hole, as far as you can tell.

Eve nods. ‘There we go. So, how do we handle this?”

>Uh, we all go in?
>Let me go in first.
>Ladies, take the lead.

>>41465398
>Ladies, take the lead.
Here for moral support and to make sure it doesn't run. y'all got this.

>>41465398
>Ladies, take the lead.
We're primarily backup here, best to let them fight on their own unless things get hairy.

>>41465398
>>Ladies, take the lead.

>>41465489
>>41465476
>>41465443
Writing.

>>41465398
>>Ladies, take the lead.

>>41465398

“Go ahead, girls. This is your thing, after all, not mine.”

Eve laughs. “What a gentleman.” she strides through the portal, quickly swallowed up by the darkness. Jackie quickly follows her, and you stroll in yourself, feeling the darkness roll over your entire body as you do.

You’re in pure darkness. You can’t feel, or see, or smell, or hear. You know your legs are moving, but you can’t feel your nerves moving them. Something’s taken over, a dark, evil worm-

And you’re out. You cough a bit as you exit, trying to expel whatever that was out of you. “God...ugh. Is that normal?”

That’s when you notice...

You’re utterly alone.

Again.

“Oh for fuck’s sake.”

“Dad?”

“Huh?” that was Eve’s voice.

You spin around, trying to locate her. The room you’re in, a surprisingly tasteful recreation of what seems to be a ballroom, is completely empty, apart from you.

“Dad!” and there’s Jackie.

“Can you guys hear me? Are y’all alright?” you call out.

“Yeah, I can hear ya. What happened?” Jackie’s voice.

Eve sighs. “Uh, guys. What room are you in? I’m in a ballroom.”

“Same here,” you and Jackie reply. You take another look around. “So...what’s going on?”

That’s when you see them.

The dancers.

Slowly making their way across the floor, they go through the movements, gracefully transferring from one leg to the other, a delightful en pointe performance.

Made a bit worse by their lack of a face. Just a large, toothy mouth.

You grin, unsheathing your sword. “Well Eve, you always said you wanted to learn ballet.”

A groan. “When I was six.”

“It’s never too late! Now come on,” you address this to the monsters, “time to dance.”

---

The end! For now. Tomorrow I’ll likely be running...well, I don’t know. I had planned for Redline, but then older anon wanted Lost In Time.

Hmm.

I’ll see how I’m feeling.

See y'all tomorrow!

>>41465737
thanks for running

>>41465737
See ya, thanks for running!

>>41465831
>>41465853
Always a pleasure. Have a nice night, anons.

>>41465860
Night Art. Love ya babe.