>>4728809
Previous Thread:
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>>4728809
>visit /qst/ for the fisrt time
>see this in the top
>every thread has its discord
Kek. Never again, fucking faggots.

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>>4728810
Total DNA samples acquired:
> #1 Gull
> #2 Cat
> #3 Bat

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>>4728819
Dammit, I meant #2 is *Rat*, not Cat
cont.
> #4 Dog
> #5 Cat
> #6 Rabbit

>>4728816
That's just not right though.

>>4728809
You're back! Awesome.

>artist
Leo (as in Da Vinci)

>scientist
Fisher (as in Ronald)

>Businessman
Gordon (as in Gecko)

>>4728858

Support

>>4728858
Support
and oh damn split personality

>>4729189
Glad to see you back.

>>4728858
>>4728989
>>4729189
>artist
Leo (as in Da Vinci)

>scientist
Fisher (as in Ronald)

>Businessman
Gordon (as in Gecko)

Unanimous agreement.
Writing...

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>>4729744
You awake as Leo. It feels so strange. Sure, you've altered yourself physically, but now you're not even certain if your three personalities are even the same person, or if they're three aspects of the same individual. Honestly, you don't know how to feel about this. The feeling of being split isn't disfiguring, neither is it invigorating. It's something else entirely, and you can't quite describe it.

"Well," Gia asks you. "Wanna test your powers on me?"

You don't know how to do it. So you point at her awkwardly while straining your neck muscles. When that doesn't work, you knead your forehead like they do in the comics.

And when nothing happens to her, Gia says "Close your eyes and focus. Let your mind flow in the direction it likes. Don't think of what you want to happen. Just let it happen."

From your time in the sensory isolation tank, you know exactly what she means by that. So you let your mind loose, and you're consumed by a black void, perpetually shifting, coalescing into primordial shapes that melt and reform seemingly out of your control. You grasp on to the amorphous mass. Then your muse takes over. That glorious high of spontaneous creativity races across your mind like a wave. Then you open your eyes to see nothing's happened.

"Hmmm." Gia says. "I see you're a late bloomer. Give it a little time."

You look at your watch and notice it's a bit late.

After thanking Gia, you put that special wig on and drive yourself back home for some dinner. It's been a long day today. You've been thrust in what appears to be a whole new world. And just when you were a week away from achieving the second step of your dream. You feel as if you want to disappear.

On the way back, you arrive at a junction, so you wait a few seconds and make a turn to the right. Wait. Holy shit. You can't see your hands on the steering wheel. You've... you've turned yourself into a chameleon man without even knowing it! On the middle of the road, for crying out loud!

The woman driving the green car next to you screams. Although it's muffled, you can hear what she's saying perfectly. "There's nobody in the car! Somebody call the police!"

She can't see you, that's a relief. Kind of. Her husband is dialing 911 like his life depends on it. Her son, who is about nine years old, is pulling out his smartphone.

> Transform yourself back into a human! (Roll 1d100) The average number will get chosen. Anything below a 90 will cause an unintended result!
> Duck beneath the steering wheel and switch personalities to Fisher, because only Leo has the power of Genekinesis. As a scientist, he can probably whip up a "theory" for this kind of thing.
> Duck beneath the steering wheel and switch personalities to Gordon. Businessmen always have a way with people. Perhaps he can pitch this as a promotional demo.
> Casually wait it out.
> Imitate a robotic voice. She probably wouldn't guess the wiser. "MADAM, YOU ARE MISTAKEN. I AM IN FACT A SELF DRIVING CAR."
> Write In

>>4729797
> Imitate a robotic voice. She probably wouldn't guess the wiser. "MADAM, YOU ARE MISTAKEN. I AM IN FACT A SELF DRIVING CAR."
I don't think reappearing as another person would be inconspicuous.

>>4729797
>> Imitate a robotic voice. She probably wouldn't guess the wiser. "MADAM, YOU ARE MISTAKEN. I AM IN FACT A SELF DRIVING CAR."

>>4729797
> Duck beneath the steering wheel and switch personalities to Gordon. Businessmen always have a way with people. Perhaps he can pitch this as a promotional demo.

We haven't exactly been trying to hide our true nature lately, have we? Delaying the mainstream acknowledgement of it to offer humanity transhumanism on our terms and schedule... But let's Gecko it up and tell people to come check out the upcoming furry convention if they want to see more neat "magic tricks" like this.

>>4730035
Seconding.

>>4728816
>>4728824
You would think that a board made to contain Harem Knights would include something like this.

>>4730099
Newcomers who joined us to hang out on /pol/ or complain about modern cartoons and games have a weirdly puritan bent, and seem to think sexual abnormality is a sign of leftism rather than an inherent aspect of ancient chan culture.

>>4730137
A pity 1d4chan is down. If they could grasp the kind of stuff that was made on tg back in the day, with no shame, political taboos, or cringe culture to hold them back, they would know that chan culture is a shadow of its former self.

They are acting more and more like the old Christian right from the early 2000s. They are more insufferable than SJWs, because even they try to make a reason, as stupid as it is, for why objectifying women is somehow wrong. However, these prudes believe art that makes them feel uncomfortable shouldn't exist... simply because it is associated with lefties. And I'm not even a leftist myself.

I'll check on this thread at 6PM NZT, which is in around 2 hours' time.

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>>4729912
>>4729914
2.
>>4730035
>>4730075
Rolling...

>>4730287
> Imitate a robotic voice. She probably wouldn't guess the wiser. "MADAM, YOU ARE MISTAKEN. I AM IN FACT A SELF DRIVING CAR."
Writing...

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>>4730290
Oh, shucks, you have to think fast. A single idea pops into your head. This better work. You clear your throat as quietly as possible, and say in your best Siri impersonation, "MADAM, YOU ARE MISTAKEN. I AM IN FACT A SELF DRIVING CAR."

The woman lowers her side window. "Really?"

"AFFIRMATIVE." you drone, almost verging into Dalek territory, hoping she didn't notice that.

She points at you. "Then how come there's a headless man in your driver's seat?"

Damn. She's got a point. If you had Gia's ability to see the future, you would have entered your car naked. Right now, you look like the invisible man. Hopefully she doesn't look at your claws.

You freeze as still as possible and hold your breath. If you twitch even a little bit, your cover is blown. The more you fuck things up, the more explanations you have to come up with on the spot, and the faster you think, the more you will fuck up. Play it cool. Stall her until the lights go green.

"THAT IS A CRASH TEST DUMMY. THE HEAD FELL OFF DUE TO IMPROPER MAINTENANCE." You trot out in another monotone. This time you sound more like Glad0s from Portal. Neither of the parents are listening, but the son begins to giggle a little. His grip on his phone gets a little wrong.

This sets her off. "Honestly, the nerve of these corporations, to run a dangerous experiment in public! If they know the car might crash..."

You don't interrupt her. Rather, you hold your breath until the traffic lights are green. Thank the stars! That was the most humiliating experience you've ever had all week, but you made it out nonetheless.

As soon as you sneak back into your house, you lie down on your couch and will yourself back into human form. That was easy. It must have something to do with your mental state. So you spend the next two hours standing in front of a bathroom mirror shifting between your various animal forms, intensifying and lessening through various degrees of animality.

You really need to touch up your machine. You consider social media to be poison for the mind. But it's a necessary evil in the modern day. Without it, you may as well be completely ignorant to the world around you. So you'll spare no more than thirty minutes looking for what you need to see, as the internet intended. After that, you'll have dinner.

Choose one.

> Look at Jona's Twitter and Instagram
> Track down that that pet shop receptionist's social media accounts so you can explain what happened to her
> Scroll through YouTube for the pet shop fight
> Browse YouTube for any sightings of the "Seagull Man"
> Browse YouTube for the fight in the museum
> Write In

As who?
> Leo
> Fisher
> Gecko

>>4730328
>You really need to touch up your machine.
God dammit, I accidentally put that line there I forgot to delete it, damnable bloody hell oh dear silly me just ignore that

>>4730328

> Look at Jona's Twitter and Instagram
> Track down that that pet shop receptionist's social media accounts so you can explain what happened to her

>As who?
>Leo/Gecko. Can we do an amalgamation?

>>4730328
> Look at Jona's Twitter and Instagram
> Track down that that pet shop receptionist's social media accounts so you can explain what happened to her

As
>Gecko

>>4730333
>>4730352
(I'm just curious, but are you members of the discord, by any chance? If so, what are your names there?)

I'll leave the vote open until maybe 10AM NZT tomorrow.

>>4730333
>>4730352
I won't render your votes invalid, but I remember saying "Choose one". I'll let you off now, but just remember that, thanks. Remember, he only has thirty minutes to browse.

Good night, everyone

>>4730333
Roll 1d100 to see how well it goes.

>>4730572

Also:
>>4730376
(sorry, no, I'm not)

>>4730328
>> Scroll through YouTube for the pet shop fight

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>4730694
Also, 4chan ate my roll. Does a capital D on "Dice" break the formula?

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>4730376
>>4730572

not a member of the discord.
rolling

so three personalities, seems bad, but I am interested to see what you do with it, personally I want to try and fix our mind and become a single person again

>>4730704
>>4730712
>>4730333
>>4730352
> Look at Jona's Twitter and Instagram
> Track down that that pet shop receptionist's social media accounts so you can explain what happened to her

>As who?
>Leo/Gecko.

Apologies I'm posting so late. Hit the hay for too long.

Writing...
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>>4731640
There is only one person confirmed to have seen your alternate forms up in person, and that's the woman who works at the pet shop, the one who dresses too young for her age, kinda cute but kinda creepy when you think about it. Well, if you ever wanna take any more samples, you might want to explain this whole situation to her. Especially considering how you didn't exactly make a good impression.

So you pull out your phone, lie down on your couch, and try to remember her name. Ten minutes pass, and nothing happens. You toss and turn and pore through every detail of your visits there. You can remember the number of lights, the kinds of displays they had there, but out of all things, her nametag still eludes you. Having wasted a third of your time, you sigh in disappointment.

But not all is lost. When you try too hard to do something, especially if it's as mental as recalling a certain detail, it becomes even harder. So you try to distract yourself with something less mentally taxing... Yeah, Jonas DeVico's social media pages. Oh wait, she goes by Jona now. You're not sure what pronouns she goes by, but she doesn't seem to mind.

She seems to have abandoned his old account entirely. All in all, you're glad she never mentions the Genetic Cauldron once. You notice she's retweeting this pair of cosplayers often. They're in really realistic robot costumes that you find cute and charming. These days, robots in sci fi are either completely inhuman or just human beings with glowing eyes and lines on them. But these costumes occupy a nice inbetween, with curving plates of coloured plastic. Like the ones on 4 through 6. None of that soulless iPod looking crap. You tap one post, and see Jona's made a joke that takes into account their robotic nature and her hermaphroditism. It's at the top of the replies, with two hundred likes.

On the other hand, the rest of his twitter feed is filled with football, professional wrestling, and incredibly edgy shitposts, many of them to do with futanari. Five or six of them make you chuckle a little. Next, you move on to her Instagram.

Jesus fucking Christ, she's wearing the worst cosplays known to man. He acts like an embarrassing caricature of a woman, making sexist remarks here and then, and judging from the comment section, everyone knows it. It appears he's also linked an Onlyfans with his eyes censored out, and is proudly spending the money he gets there on video game DLCs.

Jona hasn't gotten into any trouble with the law since she was fined for indecent exposure. That's good, at least.

(cont.)

>>4731706
Just when you realize there are ten minutes remaining, that pet shop employee's name suddenly occurs to you in a rush of memory, courtesy of Gecko. Your left eye is closed. You open it, and automatically your right eye is open, and now you're Leo again. So you switch back to Gecko again. In this state, you're stuck between two personalities, and the state of your eyelids determine which one is at the helm. Funny. That happened without you even trying.

You see her again. Apparently her big round glasses were just for show, seeing how she doesn't wear them on most of her posts... only when she's reading, which she does quite a lot. From what you can tell, she reads a lot of print books, usually romance and fantasy novels, though not much sci fi. She has long hazel hair, a short and slightly curvy frame complemented by her cornflower blue overalls. Perhaps the most approachable looking woman you've ever seen, aside from your own mother.

So what's her name?

> Wendy Pantouffle
> Lilly Rogers
> Sylvia McGregor
> May Schroeder
> Hazel O'Connor
> Write In

>>4731735
> May Schroeder

>>4731735
>> Lilly Pantouffle

>>4731746
Changing my vote to this.

>>4731735
>> Lilly Rogers


[god I really hate this split personality crap]

>>4731789

well, we did roll kind of poorly when we were on acid. There were bound to be some sort of repercussions to getting high on LSD and awakening our powers.

Maybe we can remerge somehow down the line.

>>4731868
>Maybe we can remerge somehow down the line.

I really hope so

>>4731868
Not just LSD--weren't we on ALL the drugs? Not surprised that while constantly shifting form, losing ego to a crazy drug trip, and then drastically modifying our brain, we ended up losing track of our true self and dissociating hard.

>>4732147
Such is the unfortunate reality of seeking enlightenment through psychedelic drugs.

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>>4731746
>>4731789
1. Lilly Pantouffle
2. Lilly Rogers

>>4732473
Writing...

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>>4732475
Her name is Lily... Lily Pant... Pantouffle. What kind of name is that? Sounds like Souffle. She must have never heard the end of it in high school. Right now, the only thing she's had with you is having her animals' mouths swabbed, and being rescued. And even then, she probably doesn't think too highly of you, which would dent the likelihood of you giving her bunny ears.

Without further ado, you DM her on Instagram, which is the platform she's most active on. You're a bit indecisive as to what you would like to say to her. You feel a bit uncomfortable, a bit shy, which is something Gecko could help you out with. You shut your right eye. So you decide to play it safe.

"Hey Lily, I heard everything going on next door. Are you all good?

"i'm all right i guess, my ankle is sprained and I have a few shallow cuts but the doctor says it's nothing serious"

You keep talking for a while to break the ice, until she brings this up.

"Awful lot of animal people around these days. I'm sure that seagull man was just a drone. You never know what people with more money than sense will pull off."

"Well, that was me. I was the guy in the trench coat with the wings for arms."

"Next time, if you want me to see you naked, be a little more subtle about it. Nice costume, by the way."

"That's no costume. That's the future."

"bullshit XD"

The time for propriety is over. You let Leo take over and record yourself transforming into your seagull harpy form, setting #3. Then you write the date on a piece of paper with a sharpie, which is annoying as hell, as it keeps falling out of your hands. Then you send it to her.

"What the fuck??? Why hasn't the CIA gotten their hands on you yet? You should be on a dissection table by now!"

"They have better things to do, like shipping in crack from South America and posting bait on internet forums."

"This isn't science. This isn't possible. It's magic."

"Keep on denying it. You'll get over it soon."

She pauses for a moment. You time yourself for a moment and take the opportunity as it presents itself.

"I can show you a video of the machine working if you like...?"

You send it to her anyway.

She's silent for the next twenty seconds. Her reply is one of the following...

> "Make me a bunny!"
> "Ever since I was twelve, I watched The Vision of Escaflowne on my dad's VHS. Since then, I've wanted to be a catgirl!"
> "I played D&D last week at the college club once, and my friend was a drow who got turned into a drider! I wanna be one so bad!"
> "It's a bit embarassing... but when I was a kid I saw Aladdin II and when I saw Jasmine with that snake tail, I felt so curious about what it would be like that..."
> Write In

And yours is...

> Go to the furry convention early. I'll be waiting for you!
> Show up at the university campus. I'll be the guy in the Oingo Boingo shirt.
> I'll prepare a serum for you. The effect will last for about a week.
> Write In...

I'll post again at 10AM NZT tomorrow. Hopefully I won't sleep in this time.

>>4732499
>Make me a bunny
>Furry Convention

>>4732499
>> "Make me a bunny!"
> Show up at the university campus. I'll be the guy in the Oingo Boingo shirt

>>4732499
>> "Make me a bunny!"
> Show up at the university campus. I'll be the guy in the Oingo Boingo shirt.
> I'll prepare a serum for you. The effect will last for about a week.

For some reason I notice it's just you three. It's not exactly gaining much new posters for some reason, like the first one did. Kinda sad how this thread is a bit slow, especially how it's been sandwiched between three quests based on copyrighted IPs. In all honesty, I wish I could tell what times are best for posting quest threads.

>>4733196

When I QMmed, I found that the best posting times are around late Thursday-Saturday, particularly at evening-nighttime PST.

>>4733230
Which quests did you run? I wanna search them up on suptg.

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>>4733278
>> "Make me a bunny!"
> Show up at the university campus. I'll be the guy in the Oingo Boingo shirt.
> I'll prepare a serum for you. The effect will last for about a week.
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>>4733283
"Make me a bunny!" Lily responds.

At first, you consider having her go first in line at the furry convention. And then you realize: Would someone like *her* feel comfortable naked in a glass tank, her body slowly warping to the object of desire of a hundred crypto zoophiliacs gathering around her? Definitely not! She already has a bad impression of you. Women are notoriously good at hiding their disgust and contempt. This quality has ensured their continued survival throughout man's history. You don't want to make it any worse.

As far as the public is concerned, you're a brilliant scientist determined to render cosmetic and sex reassignment surgery obsolete. Not a depraved pervert who lusts after women with animal features. That you'll keep low key. Only until it's too late will they realize this, and by the time this happens, it'll be too late for any potential killjoy detractors to do anything. You rub your hands together with glee as you imagine it.

When you're done fantasizing, you switch from Leo to Gecko. In order to leave a lasting impression, you've got to make it personal. When everyone's got animal ears, she can be the one who can proudly say she was the one who got a serum given to her from the genius himself. It would be like being the guy who received the first telephone call, or the college student who played the first game of Spacewar! So what better way to introduce your technology by inviting her to a truly historic moment?

But you've got to be discreet. "Show up at the university campus. I'll be the guy in the Oingo Boingo shirt. I'll prepare a serum for you. The effect will last for about a week." you type in.

"Only a week?" Lily replies.

You can't hear her, but you can already hear her disappointment leaching through the screen. Alright, here goes.

"...Which is just enough time for you to prepare for the grand reveal of the Genetic Cauldron!" You say enthusiastically. "It's still in beta testing, and doesn't work so well on other people.... But right now, the serum is guaranteed safe and works every time." Sometimes, it's easier to bluff.

"I mean, it's going to be a huge shock to the public if it gets released. Honestly, I thought the company you work for would release cat ear potions, maybe a month between each other, to prepare everyone for the big reveal. People are gonna think it's all a big hoax, you know." Lily types.

"Which is why I'm going to demonstrate it where all the serious people - those journalists and scientists and the like - aren't gonna look." You write.

"Youtube?"

"No. A furry convention."

She remains silent for five seconds, typing on and off as if she doesn't know what to say. "Furries? They're like, the first people who are gonna abuse it. Your reputation will go down the shitter!"

"And if it gets memory holed and I die in a mysterious 'suicide', there's no way they're gonna stop my eyewitnesses from thinking it isn't real." You type.

(cont.)

>>4733295
Lily pauses, this time for ten seconds.

"I'll help you set up your stall. I have a day off then. But I'm leaving the second people come in." She types.

"Thanks."

"What's your name, by the way?"

You switch right back to Leo.

"Leo. My name's Leo...."

> Moreau
> Samsa
> Kafka
> Katt
> Katzenjammer
> Ovid
> Sotira
> Jarkoff
> Write In

>>4733299
>Moreau

>>4733299
>Frankenstein

Otherwise, if a tie breaker is needed, I'll go with >>4733346

>>4733299
Tucker.

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>>4733524
I get what you mean

>>4733524
+1

>>4733346
Supporting.

>>4733346
>>4733518
>>4733940
>>4734025
> Moreau

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>>4734120
"...Leo Moreau!"

"Has a nice ring to it. Kinda rhymes."

"When are you free?"

"I'll be there at about... In the morning. Six or seven o' clock, if that's fine with you."

"I can go in between. Half past six."

You send a picture of yourself wearing your Oingo Boingo shirt from two years ago. She thanks you before ending the chat.

Now that that's done and over with, you make yourself some curried beef and rice for dinner, watch two episodes of an anime from the nineties. One of your pals is a chemist, and with enough nagging you can nab some shit that isn't really good for you, but hell, it's healthier than McDonalds. And it's more useful. One of them is a purple "sleeping potion" which is so effective that were it commercially available, its price would be artificially inflated by at the very least, a hundred dollars. and go to sleep with your anti telepathy wig on. You really cant' have them psychic gangsters spying on your dreams. Right before sleeping you set the alarm early.

The next morning, you eat your breakfast of expresso soaked Cap'n Crunch with marshmallow animal cookies you made for the university open day when you were talking about the wonders of genetic engineering to some middle schoolers a few months ago. You put on your ratty, worn Oingo Boingo shirt and head straight to campus, where you sit on the concrete stairs outside the library. By the time you make it, it's six o' clock. It's as quiet as a cemetery.

You lie back and wait, and sure enough, Lily shows up fifteen minutes early this time in a thick mauve sweater and a pale yellow beanie with earmuffs. "Hi!" she greets you.

You wave back. After a brief in person introduction, you lead Lily through campus into a deceptively short building ominously labelled "Obscure Sciences." The lecture halls are extremely dusty. Very few people attend lectures or tutorials, and those who do it do it just out of interest. And those peoples' interests aren't considered part of the mainstream scientific community. At the very end of the corridor, there's an elevator.

You feel a bit nervous. Something is off. So you shift into Dog Form, Setting #1. Lily squeaks in surprise as a tail pokes out from your pants, and ears sprout from your head. And what do you know, you can hear someone else tiptoeing around on the same level as you.

> "Who's there? We have an early morning shift, you know!"
> "Come out. I won't ask you twice."
> "You need something, man?"
> "It's a bit early for research, don't you think? Get some more sleep."
> "Get the fuck out! Or I'll call the police!"
> "If you're with the Forzamentalos, I won't let you off so easily..."
> Bark and woof and snarl aggressively like a rabid pitbull. That'll get him running!
> Switch to Seagull Form and squawk loudly!
> Write In

>>4734149
> Switch to Seagull Form and squawk loudly!

Maybe they'll think it's just a bird and leave us be, especially if they are supposed to be there as a janitor or security or something?

>>4734149
>"Who's there? We have an early morning shift, you know!"

>>4734149
>>"Who's there? We have an early morning shift, you know!"

>>4734149
>> "Who's there? We have an early morning shift, you know!"

>>4734149
> "Who's there? We have an early morning shift, you know!"

>>4734425
>>4734438
>>4734478
>>4734481
> "Who's there? We have an early morning shift, you know!"

Unanimous! Damn, I should stop suggesting these overly sensible solutions.

Writing...

>>4735119
The footsteps continue as they round the corner.

"Who's there? We have an early morning shift, you know!"

Lily hides behind you as you look down the corridor to your left. The footsteps stop, and the source of the smell... disappears. That's strange. It lingers in the air, so you go investigate it. There's the smell of asphalt and grass, concentrated in little footsteps, suddenly ending right under the light of a small window.

"That's funny." You understate.

A puff of air brushes past your shoulder, making Lily's eyes dart back and and forth to see where it came from. It was probably the open window, but the trees didn't rustle. Bah. Probably isn't anything serious. So you pretend not to have noticed anything, and keep going to the elevator. Just in case, you yawn as loudly as possible and stretch your arms out, flailing them around from side to side like one of those wacky waving inflatable advertising men. Nothing touches you.

Lily mumbles. "I shoulda brought my mace..."

"There anything you can see?" You say.

"Nothing I can hear... But it just feels a little off, you know." Lily replies.

Come to think of it, you haven't seen if you have any mental abilities. You settle your mind down and attempt to "feel" if there's anyone here, but nothing like a sixth sense perks you up to anything. Looks like you were being a bit paranoid. Besides, the more you spend worrying, the more time you waste. You need some of that energy for the dramatic reveal. So you just switch on the lights, just so you can feel a little safer.

The elevator comes down. You step in.

> Switch to Setting #3 and pretend to be rabid and freak out without telling Lily.
> Whisper to Lily that you're about to try to drive out anyone who might have snuck into the elevator. Then pretend to go rabid.
> Just continue your relaxing elevator ride. Enjoy the music.
> Ask Lily to hide the elevator buttons from wiretappers with her body as you jam them in.
> Write In

>>4735161
>Ask Lily to hide the elevator buttons from wiretappers with her body as you jam them in.
Let’s not freak Lily out.

>>4735161

> Ask Lily to hide the elevator buttons from wiretappers with her body as you jam them in.

Also let’s become bat and echolocate this motherfugger

>>4735332
Seconding

>>4733272

Didn't see this post now... I ran Mutant!Quest-- you might've seen it on the catalog a few times but I'm basically on hiatus due to real life issues.[/spoilers]
Anyways, I've found this quest to be freaking hilarious so far. I was pleasantly surprised to see the post for the second thread.

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>>4735555
Why, it's a pleasure to meet you, Siren!

I suffered similar issues myself: The reason the gap between the first thread and this was is because of University and a nigh incomprehensible poem we had to decipher.

Considering how seat of the pants and completely unplanned writing this is, i'm honoured you think it's funny.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Siren_QM

Say, where are the first two threads?

>>4735555
>>4735757
I'm reading your whole quest now. I wish I could compress your writing, make it punchy like you do. I realized that this quest is like Mutant!Quest, but sillier.

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>>4735757

Voila! http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=mutant%21questDisclaimer that this is/was my first quest-- it's a little bumpy at first but I am still very much intending to finish it

I feel you, OP, with the school thing. I wanted to do something over Spring Break but my studies are absolutely unforgiving. And, as always, IRL comes first.


>>4735555

Also dem quads.

checked.

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>>4735769

Looks like you found the rest of my quest before I finished typing out my response. And thanks for the compliments cause they totally made my night!!!

Also don't sell yourself short, OP-- your writing's hilarious and stylish. It has a unique quality to it that makes it enjoyable to read. I would describe it as something akin to a kafkaesque comedy. I could totally picture this being made into an anime/webcomic or something along those lines.

In any case, hope to see you in thread #9!

>>4735332
>>4735394
Writing...

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>>4735871
For a moment there you giggle to yourself at the thought of pretending to be a werewolf. But that would scare the shit out of Lily. Worse, it would stretch her perception of you as an eccentric scientist, to a sociopathic madman with no consideration for human life.

"Lily." You say.

"Yeah, Leo?" Lily says.

"I'm going to jam in the-" you lean in, and say in the most dramatic way possible "secret number combination."

Her eyes widen a little bit at hearing that.

You continue, pointing to the roof, "There's a hidden camera in this room. They use it to catch intruders, but it smells like it's been hacked." you lie. "Would you mind blocking this for me?

Lily stands in front of the input. "Like this?"

You nod as you switch yourself to Bat Form, Setting #1. "Gosh, Leo. I'll never get used to seeing that." Lily says.

"You might as well, 'cause that's about to happen to you." You respond.

You make a few high pitched peeping noises. Echolocation's a bit difficult, especially in this unintimidating state you're in. The vibrations that bounce back to you only touched you, Lily, and the walls. Well, it turns out you were imagining things. Having to deal with those gangsters have done a number on your nerves, you tell yourself.

You jam in several keys at once, very quickly, and the elevator starts to stall. Lily clings to your shoulder. Her fear and uncertainty is palpable. You've done a pretty damn good job at setting the mood.

The metal doors open up on your personal laboratory. Metal tables, microscopes, beakers, agar dishes and test tubes filled with all manner of curious and colourful compounds abound.

On the walls there are diagrams posted everywhere, mixed in with erotic transformation sequences you've printed out in order to keep you motivated in your research. For what better to remind you of your grand future, than glorious images of what it shall surely lead to! Every day you gaze into the face of a paradise that will come about by your hand.

This place makes you so happy, you feel like bursting into song right here and now like a Disney princess. And you do, but you only manage the chorus of your theme song, Weird Science.

On the table, a stack of posters advertising gender bending and DNA twisting lie side by side. You chortle to yourself. To think you were gonna publicize all this so damn soon! Overexcitement really got the better of you, which is why it's important to control your emotions, keep 'em reined in with a healthy dose of foresight!

Lily wrinkles her nose at the posters in shock and disgust. She's obviously too polite to comment on any of them. Oh well, you shrug, different strokes for different folks.

(cont. in next post)

>>4735893
Lily siezes up as she hears some peeping. Looks like she's found your chimeric labrats! "Awwww! Can I touch 'em?"

"They won't bite." You tell her, as you open the cage for her. "Leave it open, they're smart enough to find their way back in" Lily cradles a brown and white furred mouse with black bat wings in her hands, petting it gently. Then she looses it into the air, and watches it fly around.

When she's done, you go up to the Genetic Cauldron and adjust the controls to create a vial of potent serum. It begins to pour clear green fluid into a test tube, very, very slowly. Lily watches the machine and all its bits and bobs do their magic.

You tell her, "Remember. When you get home, you rub this over yourself. Be real thorough about it, because I don't know what'll happen to you if you don't, and I don't want you to be the first casualty. Understand?"

She nods briskly. "Definitely." And then she leans her hand against the glass of the main transformation tank. "And what's this for?"

"That's the longer lasting option. I made the top removable..." you prompt a command in the computer, and the top of the machine hinges open. "Because I wanted there to be a diving board, or a ladder. Because that's cool."

"I could just walk right in..."

"You'd have to be naked, though."

"On second thought, it seems like a good idea."

She turns her head back at the tank. There's a greasy handprint on the glass, right next to her. Half of it lifts off.

> "HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!"
> "COMPUTER! DISABLE ELEVATOR ACCESS! YOU'VE GOT NOWHERE TO RUN!!!"
> "COMPUTER! INTRUDER ALERT!!! DEPLOY THE STUN GAS!!!"
> Throw a beaker filled with expanding foam glue where the handprint is.
> Pick random shit up and throw it at whoever made the handprint.
> Ring the paranormal department upstairs.
> Test out your powers of Genekinesis.
> Fire a taser at the invisible intruder.
> Grab the handprint.
> Write In

>>4735914
>Grab the handprint.
Just inviting yourself in instead of asking nicely? Whatever happened to manners?

>>4735914
Throw the beaker of expanding foam glue.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

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>>4736177
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>>4736195
rolling...

>>4736673
>Grab the handprint.
Writing...

Oh my god i remember this deviant art game. It was so bad lol.

>>4728809
Mafia or Furfags? Okay I'll help the dogfuckers. It was a very near thing. Better be some fun monsterbitches.

>>4736676
As you reach for whatever's making the hand print, you leap forward only to pass right through. Air slips through your fingers. You glance around, bewildered. A small, transparent leg slips out of nothingness and kicks you in the shin. The pain is so great you double over and wheeze.

The ghostly leg is scampering away from you. Now at a distance you notice it's not that big. You try to tackle it, only for it to react instantly and kick you in the collarbone. Ouch! Well, I never! The leg moves further away, this time around a big table, and handprints appear and disappear rapidly on itself, as if its invisible owner is trying to pat it out of existence.

You should have installed second measures. Maybe a taser or something. You can effectively echolocate the damn thing, and this time you muster up all your strength, plant your two hands against the edge of the table, and push the table right at him. Excessive force, but hey, you don't know what else will work.

The leg is trapped under a pile of various lab equipment. You'll have to reorganize them. As he struggles, the rest of him inadvertantly materializes. Alright, let's see who exactly this dastardly gangster is! Your expression changes from malicious expectation to one of utter surprise... A kid?!

"Why'd you come here? If you're interested in the obscure sciences, why not wait just wait for open day?"

He stuffs his phone right back in his pocket. Honestly, parents should stop raising their kids on smartphones, it's like television but worse. I wonder how many of those fucked up Elsa x Spiderman videos he's absorbed into his brains by now.

You reach down to help him up, but he manages himself just fine. "Hands off, you weirdo. Else I'll tell the cops you felt me up."

Jesus... This kid's no older than ten! And then you realize, he was the same boy who filmed you in the junction.

He continues his foulmouthed tirade. "Now, I don't know if you're into this, never know with you sick bastards..." "

He glances at your transformation posters and shivers in revulsion. You fear that this was the reaction that Lily was restraining herself from making. Can't people just be tolerant for once? "That might just be your goal, maybe they'll put you in the same cell as boyfriend Bubba..."

"Kid." You say. Upon hearing that, he flares up with rage. "What's your name? You need to get back to your parents. They must be worried sick about you. This is no place for kids. And... it's pretty early, don't you know?"

"Reality check, furfag." He spits out. "It's quarter to seven. My parents are asleep. You think I had any trouble sneaking out like this? Hell, I could have walked through the walls. I only followed you because there were sewage pipes in the way. Yuck."

"But honestly, don't you care about how they feel? On second thought, you best go to school before they put you on the missing persons list. Or give you a detention for lateness."

(cont. in next post)

>>4736746
"Detention?!" He chortles. "Do you think I, Phase Demon, give a shit about detention?"

You decide to humour him for the time being. "Cool name. Now, I'll respect your custom of keeping your identity secret, as a superhero."

"*Anti*hero." Phase Demon reminds you emphatically. Remember that. "

"Antihero. Yes, I understand. As a mad scientist, I'll respect that. I see your cunning infiltration has gained you my respect. But your motives, i'll trust you're transparent enough to..."

"That? I have pretty good vision. While my bitch of a mum was bringing me to god damn fucking stupid violin practice as usual when I told her I wanted to play *guitar* and now all the assholes at school are calling me a *queer*. But I all got back of them. Every single one. 'cause i've had this power, you see. I've had it for as long as I remember, and i've only got better at using it since."

You nod.

"Now, after beating up bullies, robbers, bad people in general, and the piece of shit who broke my dad's pinky when he told me it was just a fall, I think I deserve to indulge my curiosity a bit more than other people. And that includes your lab. Nobody keeps secrets from Phase Demon. And judging by you, you're probably going to douse the whole city in transformation goo to sate your sick fetish. I'm going to tell them all before you carry out your plans."

Admittedly, that does sound kind of exciting. But that's not the way to make a good public impression. His image of you as a sexual deviant is unshakable, and probably not wrong, just not in the way this precocious young boy thinks.

You sigh. This is one problem you can't solve by beating the shit out of it, as much as part of you would like to. None of your animal forms can save you now. One single word from him, that you're a pervert who creeped on a kid, and you're doomed beyond all redemption.

You switch to Gecko. Businessmen, celebrities, politicians and the like are notoriously skilled at brushing these sorts of things away.

> Get straight to the point. "Do you know anyone else with powers?"
> Feed his ego. Maybe he'll tell you something interesting. "Damn, you sound like a badass. Tell me more about your adventures. How badly did you kick that gangster's ass?"
> Bribe him. "You want some more superpowers? I can get you some more if you like. Tell me your favorite animal."
> Submit to him. Offer to be his subordinate to humour him for a while. This will give you an opening. "Oh shit, you're definitely out of my league. All my scientific resources are all yours. Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you."
> Allow Lily to speak with Phase Demon. She's probably better with children than you are.
> Write In

>>4736687
Yeah man, the first one was pure hot garbage with a few interesting bits in the mix. A waste of potential, with a few exceptions.

>>4736791
>While my bitch of a mum was bringing me to god damn fucking stupid violin practice as usual when I told her I wanted to play *guitar* and now all the assholes at school are calling me a *queer*
Oopsie, I meant to write

While my bitch of a mum was bringing me to god damn fucking stupid violin practice as usual when I told her I wanted to play *guitar* and now all the assholes at school are calling me a *queer*, I filmed your ass. I heard your lame robot voice, It was so cringe.

>>4736791
>>4736798
>Get straight to the point.

>>4736791
>Get straight to the point. "Do you know anyone else with powers?"

>>4736798
>I filmed your ass. I heard your lame robot voice, It was so cringe.
Yeah, but I wasn’t trying to fool you, and clearly it’s a good thing I wasn’t. I was trying to fool your mother.

>>4736791
Fees his ego AND bribe him.

>>4736791
>"Listen here, you little shithead. Unless you want to walk around with the eyes of a fruit fly for the rest of your life, you keep your fucking mouth shut."
Sorry for not showing up, I got b& for making a post about cracking rich people's skulls open.

>>4736791
> Get straight to the point. "Do you know anyone else with powers?"

>>4736890
>>4736911
>>4736922
>>4737106
>Get straight to the point.
Writing...

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>>4737533
"...You filmed me?"

"I filmed your ass. I heard your lame robot voice, it was so cringe." He spits out.

"Yeah, but I wasn’t trying to fool you, and clearly it’s a good thing I wasn’t. I was trying to fool your mother."

He just looks at you, as if he's thinking of how to spin this into a joke about fucking his mother, but it's evident he gives up.

You've already lost your patience with this annoying brat who thinks he's invincible. Unfortunately, he's almost invincible. He's invulnerable. If you could, you'd beat this kid six ways to sunday. But if you did, your fist would pass right through him.

However, the fact this kid has psychic powers, especially ones this effective, must mean that the Forzamentalo family must be up to some shady business. That makes him dangerous as well as useful at the same time. You channel all the rage out, take deep breaths as the blood flows through your face. He smirks as you barely contain your anger. Anger which you can't take out on him. So you turn away and mutter to yourself, "You little bastard... you little bastard..!"

Lily gives Phase Demon a disapproving look, like a preschool teacher reprimanding a child. "Phase Demon, being a hero is not all about fighting bad guys. You need to be a good person first. And before you can do that, you need to watch your language. You ought to have your mouth washed out with soap."

Predictably, Phase Demon ignores her. Come to think of it, this guy can walk through walls *and* be invisible. That's bad news for the girls in his school once he hits puberty. Honestly, he needs an ass kicking more than anyone else, but with powers like his, he's not getting one anytime soon. But you set those worries aside and ask him:

"Do you know anyone else with powers?"

"Powers?! Huh! I thought I was the only one who had them, up until last week. On Friday, this high school creep, Dan I think he was, thought they could recruit me into their club. Played along for a little while, and I found out they work for... for this creepy bitch with money to spare. I told them they could shove that money where the sun don't shine, because I can get whatever I want now."

Great. A thief.

"They want to kidnap this girl from my class. Her name's Amelia. I don't know why. She doesn't have any powers at all. Hell, I tried to show her once and she thought I was doing a magic trick. Sure, I might do what I do, and what I do is not let this happen on my watch. So I turned invisible, pulled his pants down and punched him in the nuts. His bloodline, ended!"

Recruiting high schoolers?! Now they've really stooped to a new low!

"And now I have to go home invisible because every time in recess, I'm jumped by another one of them. They tried to spray me with paint last time, but it's OK because everything I wear and hold turns invisible. So! Since you have no choice..."

You shrug. "Yes. I don't. But perhaps an evil organization of psychics is involved, we can both benefit."

cont.

>>4737580
"Sure, I'll team up with a furry like you. Let's kick their asses, 'cause Amelia's super lame. I don't wanna hang out with her at lunch just so I can protect her. She doesn't even know."

Lily chimes in, "See? That's what being a hero is about. You're using your powers to help people in ways other people can't. You should do more of that."

"I do that when I feel like it." He says bluntly.

"Phase Demon." you tell him. God, just saying his moniker makes you cringe a little, "Are they selling drugs? Doing anything criminal?"

"I saw one of them behind the school guarded by two lowlifes. After school were selling these... these yellow balloons attached to bottles. For twenty dollars a sniff! What a rip off! I tried to report it to the principal. But then he forgot about it a second later. Must be one of those telepaths!"

"...Well." Lily says. "What's all this talk about psychic gangsters?

You explain everything to her. "I see, I see... That's terrible. Maybe I can help." She glances at the serum and plucks the test tube out. It has a label reading "Rabbit Form, Setting #1" "On second thoughts, hey Leo, I wanna get them bunny ears."

You direct Lily to the en suite bathroom. After getting in, she lathers the serum on. No point taking a three minute elevator ride for a piss. You listen to her wail in surprise. "Oh my gosh oh my gosh it's happening! Aaaaah! Eeeeee!!! Aiiiiiii!!!"

Phase Demon looks in the direction of the bathroom door and grins. Hopefully he doesn't have X ray vision, too. "It must be her period."

That's it, you've had it. "Listen here, you little shithead. Unless you want to walk around with the eyes of a fruit fly for the rest of your life, you keep your fucking mouth shut."

You're lying, and he knows it. You haven't collected a single insect sample yet. But your murderous intent is still there. And there are no words to describe your satisfaction as his smug grin stops for just a second, replaced by one satisfying instant of fear.

> Go to his school and pretend to be a substitute teacher so you can track down the psychic high schoolers
> Shave yourself *really* thoroughly and pretend to be a high schooler so you can infiltrate his school.
> Search for more people with psychic abilities
> Ask Phase Demon to show you his secret hideout. Tease him about it.
> Call Gia for help.
> Call Jona for help.
> Search for DNA samples, we need another form! If so, tell me which animal.
> Write In

>>4737605
>Call Gia for help.
Precog or dragongirl powers, either could be handy here.

>>4737605
>> Search for DNA samples, we need another form! If so, tell me which animal.
>>Call Gia for help

>various bugs/spiders/scorpions

>>4737605
> Write In

Use our cauldron and/or geneticisis to become younger (or at least younger-lookng) and female. Infiltrate the school in THAT form.

>>4738417
>>4738787

Adding this to my vote

>>4738787
>>4738881
>and female

I just wanna ask one question:
Futa or female?

>>4739008

female

>>4739008
Female. It wouldn't be as easy to blend in.
>can't go into men's restroom
>girls in restroom will wonder why you're peeing so loudly

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>>4739008
Female makes more sense for going to a school.

On a side note, I’m imagining Lily’s bunnygirl form looking like Vert from dog days.

>>4738388
>>4738417
>>4738787
>>4738881
>Call Gia for help.
> Search for DNA samples, we need another form! If so, tell me which animal.
>various bugs/spiders/scorpions

>>4739008
>>4739057
>>4739216
>>4739230
> Use our cauldron and/or geneticisis to become younger (or at least younger-lookng) and female. Infiltrate the school in THAT form.

Writing...

Oh uh, unrelated question, can we inflict haemophilia, or other genetic diseases?

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>>4739476
Once Phase Demon realizes you're bluffing, he crosses his arms nonchalantly. You never thought it would lead to this, but the next step in fighting just has to involve infiltrating a school. You sigh, hang your head, and look at a mirror you have leaning against the wall. Yeah. One step in there and you'd be arrested immediately. You're a bit short, and you've met a few seventeen to eighteen year olds who're taller than you.

So you turn to the easiest way of transforming, the Genetic Cauldron. And that's where you run into a problem. It can't make you biologically younger. All it can do is add animal DNA to you, or switch your biological gender, and that's that. But when you experimented with the latter, you noticed that the more pronounced one's masculine traits were, the more pronounced their feminine traits would be once they had been gender bent. The same went for women, too.

Sure, you never had anything against the thought about being physically female, but you always thought was something deeply unsettling about having your genitals turned inside out like that. Sure, you were alright with your arms and fingers stretching out into wings, your spine extending to become a tail, or the skull warping to resemble a Chameleons', but your crown jewels were forbidden territory.

You switch the machine to "Futa". That'll do it, you tell yourself. Jona liked it, you'll like it, that'll be fine and dandy!

Phase Demon leans over your shoulder, his eyebrow raised, "What the hell is a 'futa'?"

"Well..." You feel a little awkward. "Let's just say it's a girl with... with..."

"A cock?" He grins. "Alright, that's it, time to call the cops! Doing a little espionage, are you?"

You cover your face in embarrassment. Thank God Lily isn't watching. That was the stupidest fucking move you've made all day. Not only have you made yourself look like a creep again, but you let Phase Demon have a point. And what's worse, you've betrayed your ideals. Your mission was to go where no man has gone before, but up until now, you've only done what you were comfortable with.

Do you think high schoolers are gonna react to news of a girl with a dick in either bathrooms lightly? The administration would call your parents over, lickety split!

You clench your teeth, reach for the console, and twist the gender dial from futa to female.

"...Okay. I'm going to go jump in this tank. Don't touch anything. And don't look at me." You know none of those requests are going to be followed, but you may as well warn him in advance.

Surprisingly, he turns around and plays Fruit Ninja on his phone at the other side of the room while you disrobe yourself. The glass door slides open, you step inside, and the warm green goo pours down.

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>>4739530
Being turned female was one of the most psychosexually disturbing events of your whole life. You could write a whole paragraph about it, but while you float in the tank, you aren't in the condition to do anything like that. You bust out of the tank, at least twelve centimeters shorter, gasping and shaking in shock.

There's a tingling sensation across your whole body, and it's not a pleasant sensation at all. It's as if the masculine vitality - your yang, has been almost entirely torn away and by something else entirely - yin, not that there was much of it in the first place.

It's only until now you realized just how androgynous you look. You run your fingers along the smooth contours of your face, discovering how little you've changed above the neck.

You look exactly the same. "Shit..! How I wish I was Korean! I would have had much easier luck...." you whisper to yourself.

Phase Demon smiles at you for a moment, then he looks back at his phone. At the very least, he has the decency not to record you.

You're flat chested, with a boyish, tight frame, and your hair is only slightly longer than it was. If you dressed in baggy clothing, you'd be mistaken for a dude. You got off easy, you tell yourself. Okay, calm down, you tell yourself. Calm down. When this is all done and over, you're gonna become a dude again.

Lily emerges from the bathroom. "Oh! Are you... Leo's sister?"

With a shaky finger, you point towards the Genetic Cauldron. Lily nods. "Ah, right. Got it. Right."

Wow, she's cute. You can't keep your eyes off those big floppy ears. "Lily... Why don't you test your new body at the campus field? I think there's nobody there right now."

"Yeah. Now, where's my hat? Darn, I think I need a longer shirt, 'cause this tail is sticking through. And speaking of clothes-"

Lily glances at the ground, and you pick up your clothes. Damn it. They're too big! Just as you feared! So you reach hand Lily fifty dollars. "I wanna ask you a favour."

"Yeah?"

"Go to the department store and bring me something you'd wear in high school."

"Great idea. Oingo Boingo ain't exactly a hit with the kids these days."

When the initial shock of transformation has worn off, it's seven o' clock. Let's get down to business. You've only got a few forms, which are pretty limited, seeing as most of them are mammalian. You need to stray into unknown territory. So you go to the part of the lab you haven't used yet and tear out of a bit of a web from the ceiling and stick it in the Genetic Cauldron.

Turns out that web belonged to a Brown Recluse. Not very deadly as spiders go, but a good climber nonetheless. You absorb the DNA into yourself, keeping it recessive for now. pace around in circles.

"Dude." Phase Demon says. "We have a science fair today. Nathan's running a bug zoo".

You keep that in mind. "Where's your school?"

> What name is it?

>>4739592
Lakeyore Intermediate School

>>4739592
>> What name is it?

Jean Nomeberger Middle School

Someone think of something better.

>>4739592
Flying Rhino Junior High

>>4739621
Sounds like the exact kind of place that would produce a dickhead like Phase Demon. +1

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>>4739706

As much as I like >>4739615 and >>4739690,
>>4739621
>>4739706
Jean Nomeberger Middle School will have to win. However i'll make it Jean Noumberg to make it a little shorter.
Writing...

>>4740037
"Wait a damn minute..!" You raise your finger. "They'll find me out on class roll call!"

Phase Demon crosses his arms and leans against the table. "Nuh uh. I can get in their offices, remember?"

You stammer "But their computers-"

He throws his head back and laughs. "Computers?! Trust me, you don't wanna see how bad they are with computers."

Soon after, Lily arrives with your clothes. You don't care how they look. You'll give them away the moment this mission is over. It appears Lily switched her beanie and sweater for a red hoodie two sizes bigger. She's also got a long skirt so you can't see her tail.

"Aw, thanks." You say.

Lily reaches for her pocket. "The clothes were really cheap. Here, have the change."

You raise your hand. "No. Keep it."

And so you leave the university campus and take a bus to Jean Noumberg Middle School, which is separated from Jean Noumberg High by a fence with more plot holes than RWBY. This place brings back memories. A little more than a decade ago, you were exactly the kind of guy he would pick on. To you, it was the most culturally dead place on earth. No art club, no book club, no tabletop club, just sports and music, the latter of which you sucked at. You wonder if it's got any better or worse, but evidently, Phase Demon concludes your argument.

As you look on, Phase Demon effortlessly walks through the school's walls and returns after ten minutes. "Done. Now they won't suspect a thing. Trust me. That's how little they give a shit."

You stand up from the bus bench. "Has it ever occurred to you that they might *ask* each other?"

He shrugs. "That's what I said. That's how little they give a shit."

You sigh. "Not surprising..."

Your first day of school, the first in several years goes on as usual.

Ennui has worn down on the students and teachers alike to such a point, they accept your backstory of being an exchange student without a blink. Turns out Phase Demon writing your name on the roll on every class Amelia goes to worked.

Nothing happens to her, ever. During interval, you follow her to the bathroom and sit in the stall next to her. You rest your chin on your lap and sulk.

"What has my life come to?" You think to yourself. "I'm wearing women's clothes, following a middle school girl to the bathroom... I deserve a thread on Kiwifarms. Can't I just have a normal superhero romp?"

When she leaves, you walk past the locker bay. Phase Demon walks through the wall and waves. "Listen, dweeb, I got all sorts of stuff in here."

He tosses you a severely modified aerosol can. "My dad's old foam dispenser. Rigged up to explode like a grenade. Count yourself lucky it didn't blow up in your hands."

After that he shows you a cardboard tube filled with tennis balls that he shakes around. They make a jingling noise. "Filled with broken glass. I didn't even have to sew it closed on account of my ability." Then he swings around a baseball bat like it's a legendary sword.

(cont.)

>>4740082
By lunch, you visit the science festival. Nathan's stall, his heavily decorated "bug zoo" with green paint and plastic leaves, along with jars placed on top of lined paper with bullet point facts about what kind of bug they are, is pretty easy to find. Especially so, considering a heavy set teacher is scolding him right there.

"I told you already, Nathan. These insects are far too dangerous for school. What if someone got bitten? We're far enough from hospital as we are, and they don't even have a venom department, I'm sure of it." He says in an autoreactive, concerned tone.

He picks up the antlion, bullet ant, and rhino beetle jars. "I'm confiscating your insects right this instant. I'll bring you the one we have for the people who don't participate... properly. The baking soda volcano!"

"But Mr. Anderson," Nathan pleads, "I spent a whole week gathering them!"

"Well that's your problem. You shouldn't have done that in the first place. I'm calling your parents." Mr. Anderson says. "How did you even get a scorpion in the first place!?"

"Hah! Joke's on you." Nathan proudly says. "My dad's a bug scientist! And besides, I have a way with insects. You wouldn't understand."

"Ridiculous! This..."

Amidst their quarreling, you sneak up to his stall. So, what do we have here....

> Chinese Red Headed Centipede
> Africanized Bee
> Striped Bark Scorpion

...How did this kid not die trying to get them?! Just.. Just how!?

Speculation aside, you don't have much time. While nobody is looking, you use a few tricks your entomologist friends taught you to extract their venom. You stick the venom in your test tubes, get it done and over with and stick the lids back on. Gosh, that was unpleasant.

Right now, across the fence Lily is pretending to be a high schooler, reliving her school days for better or for worse.

You only have time to choose two.
> Talk to Nathan after he's done being chewed out by Mr. Anderson. There's something interesting going on with him.
> Ask Phase Demon to steal the insects from Mr. Anderson for you.
> Call Phase Demon for any updates on the kidnapper gang.
> Call Lily for any updates on the kidnapper gang from her side of the fence.
> Call Gia on your phone. She should be circling the school by now, and she's high enough to be mistaken for a bird.
> Write In

>>4739230
I mean, I like lighthearted settings, but this anime really didn't ring with me. I mean, American Ninja Warrior, but an Isekai? Seems a bit gimmicky to me.

I'll check the vote at, I don't know, 10AM NZT, so long as I don't oversleep.

>>4740107
>Talk to Nathan after he's done being chewed out by Mr. Anderson. There's something interesting going on with him.
>Call Lily for any updates on the kidnapper gang from her side of the fence.

>>4740131
It’s not for everyone, true. Some find it resonates with them, others have more of a “meh” reaction.

>>4740107
>Talk to Nathan after he's done being chewed out by Mr. Anderson. There's something interesting going on with him.
>Call Lily for any updates on the kidnapper gang from her side of the fence

>>4740488
>>4740107
>Africanized Bee

Still not sure about the bugs, but I suppose a bee is a good choice.

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>>4740107

>>Talk to Nathan after he's done being chewed out by Mr. Anderson. There's something interesting going on with him.
>>Call Lily for any updates on the kidnapper gang from her side of the fence.

>>4740037

Jean Noumeberg
Gene Nome b e r g
Gene nome
...genome...

I'll be here all week.

>>4740534
FYI, Leora picked up three insect jars.

> Chinese Red Headed Centipede
> Africanized Bee
> Striped Bark Scorpion

These are the ones that Mr. Anderson confiscated.

> antlion, bullet ant, and rhino beetle

>>4740535
Haw haw, I see what you did there. Only works if you ignore the correct French pronounciation.

>>4740488
>>4740515
>>4740535
>Talk to Nathan after he's done being chewed out by Mr. Anderson. There's something interesting going on with him.
>Call Lily for any updates on the kidnapper gang from her side of the fence
Unanimous!

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>>4741319
Mr. Anderson's brought Nathan to the other side of the room, where all the plastic chairs are stacked. Now that he's further off, a small group of kids gather around his unmanned stall, gawking at the insects in his bug zoo.

"So cool... Kinda scary, though..."

"Dude, couldn't they like, kill you?"

A few of the kids tentatively poke the jar from time to time, only for the small crowd to instantly back away when the venomous creature twitches in annoyance. Although the lid is on tight, you can't help but feel like they're putting their hands in a lion's cage. You want to tell them to back off, but in your current state, they probably won't listen.

Alright, time to move. Their quarrel has devolved into a one sided lecture, which is going to last for a little while, so you pretend to admire a spinning gyre that demonstrates centrifugal forces while overhearing their conversation. Again: who the hell helped them?

Mr. Anderson is holding three jars, each with a different insect. You scoff. Sure, you'd find it interesting, but what's so interesting about being an antlion? It's just a real life sarlacc. Maybe if you infused your DNA with it, you might be able to bury yourself alive.

The bullet ant and rhino beetle seem cool, but you're sure Anderson isn't gonna put them down until they reach his office. So that means the only way to extract their DNA is to get Phase Demon to steal them... No fucking way. If he brought the jars to you, Anderson would notice, and if he stole the insects from the jars, the school would declare an emergency and call in the exterminators. The kids would certainly appreciate that, though...

In the end, Mr. Anderson has Nathan's bug zoo packed away, including the insects he worked so hard to get. Instead of bearing the indignity of the baking soda volcano, he's chosen to sit on a bench and stare angrily into space. He's taking this remarkably well. If the Forzamentalo Family destroyed your Genetic Cauldron, you can bet you'd be way more pissed off than he is.

For a moment, you see yourself in Nathan.

A man of science, who seeks only to learn beyond the paradigm of society, yet he is unfairly persecuted by those who would falsely accuse him of having evil intentions.

From my heart and from my hand,
why don't people understand
my intentions?

And if he really has a "way with insects," in the way you think he does, then he's one person you really want on your side.

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>>4741343
Watching from behind a tree, you stride up to Nathan in the most masculine way possible, drawing a few giggles from three girls watching from the other side of a basketball court. You ignore them.

"Nathan." You tell him as low key and sincerely as possible. "Do you really have a 'way with insects'?"

He shakes his head vigorously. "Nah, nah. You wouldn't believe me. And you shouldn't, because I made it up to look cool. And I guess I failed at that."

You won't accept this. "No, you didn't. Nathan. You of all things should know there are many things that are real that other people don't want to believe."

He looks away from you. It's not working. "That's because it makes them uncomfortable. So they just... they just deny it, call you a crackpot, a conspiracy theorist, or even an... an enemy agent. So they just dismiss and overlook ideas that should be interesting. Instead of examining things, they just laugh at them. Because it's easier to laugh and jeer than to think."

Nathan starts nodding. He doesn't turn around. "I guess. I guess you're right."

You continue, "And besides, there are more important things in life than looking cool. Nathan. I want you to show me what you can do."

This time, Nathan gets up, his confidence and optimism renewed. This may or may not be your telepathy speaking, seeing as you felt this before Gia's special spa, but the fire of determination burns bright in his soul. "I'll show you."

Nathan brings you to the community garden next door, which is completely overrun by beetles. He sits down and closes his eyes. A wave of telepathic power radiates outwards. You gasp as dozens of the colourful beetles march around him in single file. They make a perfect circle "Amazing..."

"I know. That's why I said you wouldn't believe me." Nathan says.

"Now I do, now that I can see it." You tell him.

Choose one.

> Transform yourself into your Brown Recluse form, Setting #1.
> Transform yourself into your Brown Recluse form, Setting #2. At this point you'll become an Arachne. Your skirt will be destroyed.
> Transform yourself into your Brown Recluse form, Setting #3.
> Transform into any other creature in front of him. Right now you can't use Centipede, Bee, and Scorpion because they haven't gone into the Genetic Cauldron. State the setting. Cannot be above #3.
> Call Gia and ask her to show herself to Nathan.
> Ask him to meet Phase Demon. Hopefully Nathan knows his real name.
> Leave him be. You don't want an innocent kid roped up in this. Return to school and call Lily.
> Write In

>>4741387
>> Transform yourself into your Brown Recluse form, Setting #1.

> Ask him to meet Phase Demon. Hopefully Nathan knows his real name.

>>4741387

>Right now you can't use Centipede, Bee, and Scorpion because they haven't gone into the Genetic Cauldron.

So wait we can't use our genetekinesis unless the DNA we acquire is IN the Genetic Cauldron?

>>4741387
For Setting #2, could we step around behind something and take our skirt off first?

>>4741407
+1

>>4741433
I, too, am confused.

>>4741387
> Transform yourself into your Brown Recluse form, Setting #1.
> Ask him to meet Phase Demon. Hopefully Nathan knows his real name.

Starting a gang of supernatural child soldiers.

Also, ask how he got this power.

>>4741433
>>4741622
> So wait we can't use our genetekinesis unless the DNA we acquire is IN the Genetic Cauldron?

Apologies for the severely rushed writing.

To clarify, Leo can't absorb samples on their own, he has to infuse the DNA into himself first with the Genetic Cauldron. I forgot to mention that earlier.

So I should have worded it as

> Right now you can't use Centipede, Bee and Scorpion because you haven't infused them into yourself via the Genetic Cauldron.

I'll do a retcon, if you don't mind: offscreen, Leo has privately changed himself into all of his animal forms. The ones he has available are

> #1 Gull
> #2 Rat
> #3 Bat
> #4 Dog
> #5 Cat
> #4 Rabbit
> #6 Chameleon
> #7 Spider

The ones he used for Gia were unfortunately expended due to the extremely complex nature and potency of the serum.

Right now, Leo is carrying around three test tubes filled with insect venoms on him.

I'll leave the vote open for 6 more hours, which is 9PM NZT.

>>4741407
>>4741570
>>4741622
>>4741747
> Transform yourself into your Brown Recluse form, Setting #1.
> Ask him to meet Phase Demon. Hopefully Nathan knows his real name.
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>>4742169
Without preamble, you transform yourself into your Brown Recluse form, at Setting #1. Spider legs jut out from your back, uncomfortably dangling out from your collar and through your skirt. 4 extra eyes open on your forehead, stinging thanks to the your hair in the way. Your feet feel a whole lot more sensitive.

"See? That's my power."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" Nathan screams, jumping on top of a scarecrow.

"Well, I never!" you say mockingly, putting your hands on your hips, "I was more scared about what would happen to you at your bug zoo! Besides, how much of a threat would I pose to you, o mystic bugwhisperer?"

There's a tugging at the back of your mind. That's his telepathy, screaming at the spider part of you to back the fuck off[\i]. But all there is extra is a pair of tiny ganglia sitting on your big fat human brain. All you feel is a very mild revulsion, nothing close to fear.

Eventually he gets down. "I... I don't believe it! I thought I was the only person in the world with superpowers... Were you born with them?"

"It's complicated." You shrug as you switch back to human form. "Now, I was gonna ask you, because I know another person at school who can walk through walls. He hasn't told me his name yet, but he calls himself 'Phase Demon' for some reason."

Nathan laughs. "Did he...! Ha ha ha! He drew this comic two years ago about a superhero who could do just that! Didn't know it was him! That explains all the lunchbox thefts and sudden ass kickings! Oh, and by the way, his real name's Jacob Martins."

You visit Jacob at the cafeteria, pretending not to stare at Amelia. You can't help but admire him. As awful as he is regarding everything elese, perhaps this is the only time he's ever had to take responsibility for as a superhero in his life. Maybe it's out of spite, or maybe he's so far gone in his delusion that this is what he's "supposed" to do in the comic book of his life.

"Jacob Martins!" You call out.

"Fuckalumpus! Nathan, you asshole, you, you motherfucking wad of smegma and shit!" Jacob goes off. "You told him... uh, her his name, didn't you?"

Nathan nods, smiling.

Jacob is so mad, he looks like he's about to burst apart at the seams. So he takes you outside, behind the school where the fence is. He rolls up his sleeves. "Now you're gonna get it, you bastard son of a misbegotten abortion... Nater the Tater. Nate the Overweight."

"Jake the Rake. Jaker the Faker." Nathan says.

Jacob's eyes go bloodshot, knowing that one less person will call him his badass moniker. He rolls back his sleeves and punches Nathan in the chest. Then Jacob's hand passes through his shirt to give him the titty twister of a century.

Unfortunately, he instantly recoils, drawing his hand back out of his shirt only to find seven spiders on his thumb. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! SHIT! FAGGOT! CUNT! BITCH!"

>>4742213
Nathan shrugs as Jacob howls his way through a list of swear words. When Jacob's done with that he moves on to racial slurs, and when that's finished he tries phrases remembered from foreign exchange students. Talk about a fence sitter! His tirade lasts long enough for the high schoolers on the other side to hear it. They shriek like epileptic hyenas mating with electrocuted chimpanzees.

"What can I say?" Nathan says. "I always come prepared."

When Jacob's done, your phone rings. You've laughed so hard, you can barely form coherent sentences. "Fuh! Yeah yeah, mmm, wah?"

"It's not so good. There are drug dealers who may or may not be psychic... Keep going towards the dumpster and you'll smell the wares." Lily says.

Over the garbage? Nonetheless, you walk over there and the smell hits you like a truck. Yeah. It's shit all right. Like an open sewer on a hot day in Calcutta. What kind of drugs are they selling? Feces flavoured meth?

"And, and... Can't hear you. Uh, my connection might not be good..."

"You're literally on the other side of the fence!"

"Sorry, sorry! Phew, I can hear you. Oh shit, they saw me, now, oh god, I can't see! Help!"

The dealers are exactly on the other side of the fence.

Let's fight!

> Throw your explosive aerosol can over the fence
> Use Genekinesis and jump over the fence. You can transform into any of these forms >>4741719, with settings #1 through #3 available.
> Scream insults and incite them over
> Casually crawl over the fence and ask them how much for one balloon
> Get Nathan to muster up as many bugs he can from the dumpster and make em crawl over to spook them
> Send Nathan away and see if he can gather up a bee swarm, hee hee hee hee
> Call Gia on your phone to swoop down on the dealers and breathe poison on them
> Get Jacob to walk through the fence, intangible, and punch them all in the nuts first first to put them at a disadvantage
> Get Jacob to use his intangibility to steal all their drugs
> Write In

Also, roll 1d100 to see how well you fight

(Aw, fuck, I fail at formatting forever)

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>4742270
Have Nathan muster up as many bugs as possible.

Have Jacob stealth in to steal their drugs.

Use our Brown Recluse form to draw fire and fight directly if need be.

Have Gia swoop down to carry Lilly to safety, and then go Chameleon to escape.

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>4742688
>>4742270


+1

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>4742688
+1

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>4742270
I’ll back >>4742688. Let’s see how my dice are.

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>4742688
this

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>4742688
backing this

>>4742688
>>4742977
>>4742988
>>4743023
>>4743554
>>4743597
Average: 35!
Writing...

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>>4742688
>>4743684
This is it. You don't know who's at the other side of the fence, but by god do they deserve a bee sting and worse! So you prod Nathan. "See that dumpster? Do the thing!"

He nods and raises his arms like some kind of high priest of the Sinai desert. Maggots trickle from the dumpster, and the buzzing of flies intensifies until they sound like whatever television static sounds like in hell. Soon enough a black swarm of raging flies surrounds Nathan like a demonic cloud of smoke as he waves his arms around like an opera conductor. With a swing of his arm, he sends the swarm over the fence.

"Phase Demon," You say, not wanting him to go against your orders, "You go and steal their drugs, am I clear?"

Jacob nods with a fierce snarl before he turns invisible. A rippling distortion through the wooden planks marks his passage.

You can hear Lily yelping, so you pull out your phone and call her. "Gia! The dumpster! There's a girl with rabbit ears being accosted by punks!"

The reception must be pretty good up there because she swoops down instantly. But she doesn't fly back up. Immediately, you tear off your skirt and switch to Brown Recluse form, Setting #2. This is the first time you've transformed into a tauroid form, let alone in mid combat! Your mind is a bit hazy, but you crawl over the fence instantly to see what's going on with your six eyes.

Things aren't looking too good. There are four delinquents, consisting of three girls and one boy armed with improvised weapons. No guns. Two of them are seriously disoriented by the flies trying to force their way into their eyes, nostrils and mouths.

But the other two, a short girl with unkempt hair wielding a tire iron and a tall boy with a curtain hairstyle with a 2x4, are no doubt using some kind of telepathy on Lily and Gia as they menacingly approach with their weapons in hand.

Lily is clinging to Gia's back, screaming. Gia seems to be flapping her wings aimlessly and crashing into things. It's like she's been blinded.

"Hey, Mick! We oughta brought that fishing net!" The girl says.

"Nah! The harpoon, I reckon we should've!" Mick responds.

You sneak up and try to bite Mick in the shoulder, but he reacts instantly and bowls you over with a 2x4. The sheer force knocks your massive on your side. "Holy fuck, Grace, what is that thing?!"

"I dunno, it's a bug. So we gotta squash it!" Grace steps over and raises her tire iron.

That's the last thing you do before your vision shorts out. Now that must be Grace's power! But as an Arachne, you are extra sensitive to vibrations in the ground. With your enhanced sense of touch, you predict her next footsteps. Your fangs sink into her shin.

"Oooooyaaah!" Grace wails. You feel the vibrations of her tire iron hitting the ground through the asphalt. Then you hear Gia take off. Either Grace released her power, or she can only affect one person at a time.

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>>4743728
You clamber up and bite her again, harder. This time on the thigh, making sure to inject a little more of your venom than last time. Mick whams you in the back with the 2x4, this time with the thin side. Both of you are slammed against the brick wall.

Meanwhile, the two girls menaced by flies have been rolling around on the floor and splashing themselves with water from the drinking fountain, vomiting out flies and worse. Nathan really did a number on them.

"MY SKIN! MY SKIN! MY SKIN!" Grace screams. It's sloughing off her leg like the worst sunburn you've ever seen. Damn, it's bad!

Unfortunately, Mick notices two armfuls of plastic bottles topped with balloons flying away. He points aggressively at him, and suddenly Jacob, though you can't see him, looks like he's completely forgotten how to walk.

The bottles begin hopping around in mid air, staggering around. The ones on his right fall out of his grasp, spilling on the ground. It's as though Jacob can't tell his left from his right anymore, although you never assumed he could do that in the first place.

Gia drops Lily off in an opened window and swoops down on the two girls at the drinking fountain, but before she can, she loses control of her wings, forgetting which one is which, and starts to fly in circles, slamming herself against a car. The girls approach her with a swiss army knife and a straight razor before opening her mouth and readying her bombardier beetle breath.

Jacob materializes. He paws at the asphalt with his left hand three times before picking up a plastic bottle filled with brown fluid in his right. He throws this on the other side of the fence. Nathan runs away. As Mick looms close, Jacob tries to punch him with his right arm, completely airballing, before being thrashed in the torso by Mick's 2x4.

But just as Gia remembers how to use her wings, she instantly forgets something very important: the reason she's fighting. A girl with magenta hair is trying to convince her why: "You see, you have amnesia. Those guys over there are the ones peddling jenkem to kids."

With no weapons on you, and your entire body ringing with pain, you squeeze out some silk from your spinneret for the first time. Damn, it feels so weird. You scamper up to Mick and choke him with your makeshift silk garotte.

Mick releases his power. Jacob reorients himself and phases his hand through his chest. "Ok, you asswad! I have my fingers around your heart! Make a move and i'll squash it like an overripe tomato!"

Severely bruised, Gia remembers a further detail. "Nah, nah, nah! You're bullshitting me! I didn't betray the mafia just to betray the only person who could help me! Take this!" She blasts the magenta haired girl with bombadier beetle breath.

Her friend whimpers. Jacob squeezes Mick's heart harder. "Your base, your weaknesses, and your boss's power! On the count of 3... 2..!"

"Guhkkk... D.B! Our boss's power is D.B! Di-"

And all of a sudden, your enemies disappear.

>>4743764
The drug fumes have spread to Jacob. "Damn... Why'd the cowardly cunts all teleport away... I wanted to really really really fuck 'em up..."

You can barely get yourself up. Your injuries hurt like crazy. With no threats in sight, lie on the asphalt, intense pain raging through your body.

Lily jumps from the window. Five meters, and she lands crouching. She kneels down. "I'm so sorry I couldn't help, I was so scared and I have asth... oh, i'm not helping, am I..."

She picks you up. "I'll get you to the school nurse. In a school like this, I'm sure they know more than just first aid. Anything broken?"

"Everything..." you croak.

You hear footsteps coming around the corner. This is bad.

> Roll 1d100. If the average of your posts are above 50, you successfully revert to another form in that time! If not, you will remain in your Brown Recluse form.

> Human or Chameleon? Right now, there aren't many thoughts passing through your agonized mind. But if you go unseen, Lily will take the blame. However, if you remain human, the witnesses will accept her role as an innocent bystander!

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>4743795

Human. Can't let Lily be scared shitless when she's in bunny form.

Someone get above a 50.

>>4743807
Don't worry, I'll check the vote in 8 hours.

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>4743801

Seconding

>>4743824
Now nobody else vote.

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>4743795
Human.
>>4743827
Fuck you, can't tell me what to do

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>>4743863

Surprisingly-unsurprisingly, that brought up our average.

>>4743801
>>4743824
>>4743863
Average: 64.67!
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>>4744382
Slowly but surely, you revert to human form before anyone can see you. Luckily, Lily was too confused and frightened to see what you looked like as an Arachne. Wonder how she'd react with all that rabbit DNA in her.

The principal led by a concerned high schooler finds you. Seeing how beaten up you are, the teacher immediately calls the ambulance. After twenty minutes writhing around in the sick bay screaming bloody murder, you're rushed off to the emergency department in a stretcher.

Lily tries to convince them that she was a bystander, and the real culprits fled the scene, but the principal is having none of it. He seems determined that Jacob was the one who instigated the fight, despite the fact that he was the most severely injured.

The doctor tells both you and Jacob received quite the beating. Multiple instances of blunt trauma, and Jacob's got internal bleeding to the intestines, which means he can't eat anything but soft food for a while. Luckily, your country has free healthcare. You draw the curtain to the right. Jacob's is in the bed right next to you. Lily, Nathan and Gia are also in the same room.

You have a little small talk with them, and assure them you're alright. Nathan is surprisingly friendly with Jacob. It appears they know each other quite well, having visited each others' houses and engaged in a little mischief alongside each other against several particularly nasty personages. Minutes later, Jacob's parents, Paul and Barbara arrive.

"A-are you alright?" Barbara asks.

"I'm all good... They hit me with a plank and I told them to stop but they wouldn't..." Jacob's smug expression switches to a pained one.

"Shouldn't you have listened to the jujitsu instructor about why you shouldn't go looking for fights?" Paul says.

"I was going over there to see the library but they just surrounded me and threatened me for money..." Jacob whimpers.

His parents keep comforting him before he's wheeled off to the operating room.

Honestly, you think to yourself, this kid should pursue acting.

The way he switches from badass antihero to scared victim in front of his parents is pretty surreal to watch. It's strange for someone who prides himself on his strength downplay it for the sake of others, especially when he literally squeezed someone's heart.

> Mr Martins, your son is a real champ! He took that beating like a trooper and dished out twice as much as they did on him. What a legend!
> What he's saying is true. They did ambush him. I tried to help fend them off, but I was no match for them.
> Now, I don't know if you'll believe this, but he's got the ability to phase through matter, as ridiculous as that sounds. He squeezed that punk's heart and almost killed him!
> He actually climbed over the fence and took them on like a chad. He's like 11, 12, dunno, but he's more of a man than I'll ever be!
> He actually downed a high schooler and nearly slit his throat with broken glass!
> Write In

>>4744421
Just give Phase Demon a nod of respect. Don't fuck with his strat. Kid has a secret identity to maintain.

>>4744497

+1

>>4744421
>Luckily, your country has free healthcare
Fuck. we're Canadian/Australian.

>Try and get some rest.
I'm sure Jacob's got the smarts to get himself out of trouble

>>4745442
MC was worried about venom, and no marsupials have come up. We're Canadian.

>>4745452
FUCK

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>>4745442
>>4745452

Psych! We're 'Murican.


From thread #1:

"But bunnies are marketable... long sentence text I didn't feel like copy/pasting... and a blonde, pink clad American president adopted them as his motif. You don't quite remember his name, but he is named after a holiday." Is this what happened to the USA after the universe got reset in Jojo lmaooooo?

>>4745570
No, that can't be. We got hurt

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>>4745442
>>4745452
>>4745570
Considering my lack of knowledge of foreign countries, I planned to leave it ambiguous as to which country GBDNATE Quest is set in. The original game is set in Australia, although many let's players couldn't pick it up, especially considering how nobody went to the outback and no koalas were seen. I myself live in New Zealand, which is the tiny appendix of the Anglosphere.

One idea I had, although i'm not completely set on it, was to put the setting on an "analog earth" kind of like the Earthbound or Hunter x Hunter settings, or an alternate dimension with a weird conglomerate country. I will leave this question ambiguous, and I won't answer it. There will be no real life landmarks or towns.

The most I can give you is that the setting is an English speaking first world country. Whether it is fictional or not I will not mention.

>>4744497
>>4744895
>>4745442
> Just give Phase Demon a nod of respect. Don't fuck with his strat. Kid has a secret identity to maintain.
> Try and get some rest.
> I'm sure Jacob's got the smarts to get himself out of trouble

>>4745570
Dojyaaaaaaan!~

I see a policy of non interference is the prevailing opinion..
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>>4745941
Phase Demon has a secret identity to maintain. Besides, you don't really have the strength to speak right now, so you give him a nod of respect. It's your policy that everyone, no matter who it is, should receive a beating at some point in their lives. Because it's only in desperate situations when people reveal their true character.

Sure, some people might use that sentiment to be smug and judgemental, and hold others to standards that they themselves can't maintain. But Jacob, as much of an asshole as he can be, has proven himself to be a man of conviction.

As the doctor wheels his bed out of the room, he slowly raises his bandaged arm and gives you a thumbs up. Nathan and his parents follow him and wish him well as he enters the operating theatre.

Your turn comes next. They put you under, and while you sleep the surgeons fix whatever that plank messed up. You wake up in the evening to a mushy tray of hospital food. Right now, resting is your main priority. You reach out and pull the partition back. Jacob does the same.

Nathan has arrived, this time with a folder of crude home made comics, drawn in a combination of scanned pencil drawings, photoshop and MS paint. "You know, Jake, about that crossover comic you were talking about... I had actually drawn it last week. Thought it could do a little redrawing, especially after Brittany threw baked beans at it, but I changed my mind. It was a real nightmare getting this back. Turns out mum had found it! Had to fish it out of the trash."

"What's this?" Jacob flips through the comic. "Your fight scenes are fuckin' wicked. Woah, that mutant shat himself through the mouth! He'll be tasting that in his mouth for a week!"

Nathan smiles.

"When are you gonna name your character?" Jacob says.

"Well, you see, I can control bugs... I didn't have many other options aside from..."

"Bug Boy. Bugger Man. Bug Chaser" Jacob cackles.

Nathans' smile changes to one of mock maliciousness. "When you get out of hospital, we meet at the basketball court. No holds barred."

"You bet your ass I'll show up, Cum-In Rider." Jacob turns around to you. "And you? I was thinking of a mad scientist name like Doctor Deviant."

You press your face deeper in the pillow. "I dunno. Call me whatever you like."

"Will do, furfag." Nathan and Jacob giggle.

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>>4746015
Damn kids. You go to sleep.

When you wake up the next morning, you're confronted with the dreaded question: Where are your parents? You stammer for a few seconds, before lo and behold, Caroline and Emma, the Patient Zero of gender bending, have shown up. This time as Caroline and Emma Moreau. To pay back the favour, they dodge all the administrative stuff that wouldn't be very interesting in a quest.

Anyhow, as most hospital stays are, it's uneventful. You're dismissed from hospital the next morning: is it your genetekinesis working unconsciously, or is it your female body healing quicker? And Jacob seems to have healed as fast as you had, to your and his parents' amazement.

You push these questions aside, for you're discharged early enough for you to walk to school. Most children would be disappointed at this. Hell, they'd even try to feign injury. But you're not even a child at all. You're just as androgynous as you are as a woman as you are as a man.

The first thing that happens is you and Jacob are referred to the principal. "Now! I hope you are well after your stay in hospital."

"Yes. It still hurts a little..." Jacob puts on a meek voice. "But we weren't fighting against each other."

"Really? Can you explain why there was nobody but a badly bludgeoned girl and a bloodied plank next to you? And what about all those bottles of jenkem?"

Fuck, you hate being a girl!

"With all due respect, Mr. Van Haarhoff, I won a silver medal at the junior bouts at the last MMA tournament. I don't see why a girl, especially one like her, could have left me in that state. I've been telling you... We were ambushed."

"There were a lot of footsteps and damage. And none of them led away from the scene. In order for that to happen, they must have... I know, as ridiculous as it sounds, they would have had to disappeared! Would you really have me believe that?"

> You've had enough of this man's bullshit. Shift into one of your animal forms and traumatize his ass. There are no cameras here. He won't be able to tell anyone.
> Take the blame. You don't intend to stay in school much longer. "Jacob tried to tell on me for selling jenkem, so I beat him up!"
> Insist you were ambushed. "Oh, for crying out loud, why are you trying to accuse him of a crime he never committed? Did you expect them to run away from the scene with bloody shoes?"
> Explode into a violent frothing rage.
> Begin fake crying. Waste his time.
> Leave Jacob to it. You never know what he'll come up with.
> Write In

>>4746069
> Insist you were ambushed. "Oh, for crying out loud, why are you trying to accuse him of a crime he never committed? Did you expect them to run away from the scene with bloody shoes?"

Phrase it a bit more diplomatically. Cry if it fails.

This man isn't a cop or detective, and no way did they reliably finish a forensic report to the extent necessary to determine what happened, or they'd have seen footprints from other individuals that matched neither of us, and spider silk, and who knows what else. We'd be talking to cops, still, maybe feds.

>>4746069
>> Insist you were ambushed. "Oh, for crying out loud, why are you trying to accuse him of a crime he never committed? Did you expect them to run away from the scene with bloody shoes?"

>>4746069
>Insist you were ambushed. "Oh, for crying out loud, why are you trying to accuse him of a crime he never committed? Did you expect them to run away from the scene with bloody shoes?"
Also if there are a lot of footsteps and damage, wouldn’t that mean there were more then two people there?

>>4746143
>>4746277
>>4746460
> Insist you were ambushed. "Oh, for crying out loud, why are you trying to accuse him of a crime he never committed? Did you expect them to run away from the scene with bloody shoes?"
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>>4746915
You sigh. "Mr. Van Haarhoff. Jacob's done nothing wrong. I saw them take off their shoes before they ran away, that's why there aren't any footprints leaving the scene."

He crosses his arms and looks at Jacob. "I see you've blackmailed her pretty well! Did you think I wouldn't notice, on account of her being an exchange student?"

"Mr. Van Haarhoff." You say. "There were many pairs of footprints. A car was damaged. I'd wager there were more than just us."

"Shhh." The principal shushes you and turns bakc to Jacob. "You don't have to say what he wants you to say. I know very well of what you did last time. Frankly, I'm impressed you didn't try to throw someone over the fence again. But this time, you've-"

This is a waste of your time. Time to turn on the waterworks. "Waaaaah!!! He hasn't been blackmailing me! Can't you just accept that we both got ganged up on! I barely even know him!!!"

Finally, he listens. You describe each of the thugs: Mick, Grace, Magenta-Hair and Yellow-Hair.

The principal recognizes them all and writes down their names. Things are looking good. But As soon as he's done, he instantly forgets about it... and why you're in here in the first place. Magenta-Hair must be somewhere nearby.

You stand up and leave the office as you switch to Dog Form, Setting #1. A dog's tail sprouts from underneath your skirt, and a pair of dog ears appear on your head. "Jacob. That girl with dyed hair who can erase memories. She's here. Think of something unimportant right away."

"What does D.B stand for anyway?" Jacob says. "Dragon Ball? Diamond Blast? Demonic Bear? Dark Blast? Different Boob?"

"Dunno, Bitch." You say. Jacob laughs. You sniff the air profusely, and intermingled with the smell of garbage there's a tinge of turpentine. It's located somewhere in the locker bay.

You reach for a marker magnetically stuck to a whiteboard on the corridor wall. You write "Punch Magenta." as well as "Find Amelia" on your hand and Jacob's.

"Or... I know!", you continue before cracking your knuckles just as you enter the locker bay, "Don't Barge in!"

Just as you say that, you take the lid off a garbage bin, revealing Magenta-Hair hiding in fetal position. She's gonna get it!

As soon as you see her, you instantly forget why she's there. You're confused as to why there are instructions to punch her on your hand. "Hey, what are you doing in there?"

For a brief moment she makes a sigh of relief, knowing she will go about her day unpunched. That is, until Jacob glances at his hand, lifts up the bin overhead, and dumps her on the ground headfirst. Then he plants his foot on her neck.

"Yaaah! Take that! Where's Amelia? Where the fuck is Amelia?!" Jacob yells.

"The highest tower in the school!" she gags. "The clock tower! All six of them are there!"

You write that on your hand, too.

(cont. in next post)

>>4746960
The clock tower, which hasn't moved in the last ten years, stands sullenly against the grey overcast. You don't have telepathy yet. But even without it, you can feel eight powerful presences gathered there. That's funny. Magenta-Hair said there were six, excluding her. That must mean the other two must be a force to be reckoned with. That, or the seventh is her leader... and Amelia is the eighth.

You crack your knuckles. There is a small window.

> Get Jacob to activate the fire alarms in order to lure them outside.
> Scream "DB!! DB!!! WE KNOW!!!" outside and see how they react.
> Climb in there as an Arachne
> Rip off all your clothes and sneak in there as a Chameleon.
> Call Nathan and see if he can help. Unfortunately, he's in the middle of classes.
> Swoop in there as a seagull harpy.
> Fly in there as a bat.
> Piggyback Jason. Since he's technically gripping you, he can make you intangible as you get in.
> Write In

>>4746969
>Get Jacob to activate the fire alarms
If they don't show, they'll be suspected of turning on the fire alarm. It's a stretch, but it might work

>>4746969
>Get Jacob to activate the fire alarms in order to lure them outside.

>>4747508
>>4747625
> Get Jacob to activate the fire alarms
> If they don't show, they'll be suspected of turning on the fire alarm. It's a stretch, but it might work
Writing...

..what the fuck, I accidentally reset my router.

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They're up there, and they're registered students. There must be some way to bring them out. As you wonder how they got up there in the first place, a genius idea occurs to you. "We've got to make them do a fire drill."

Jacob snickers. He points at the parking lot. "I like how you think. I think there's gasoline in the back of that car-"

You cross your arms. "No. Unless you wanna go to hospital again."

"Pfff, fine, you spoilsport." Jacob scoffs.

You follow him into the foyer. He phases his hand through the glass container and pulls down the switch. "I wanted to end this adventure slowly walking in front of an explosion." he says.

The alarm is so loud, it hits you like a tornado. You cover your ears instinctively. Almost immediately, there's a roll call. Everyone is gathered outside, probably thinking it's a drill. Either way, they wouldn't take it seriously.

Everyone is here. Mick Henderson, Grace Bentley, Rachel Dawson and Penelope Harris, all of them answer the roll. You're surprised something like that drew them out so easily in the first place. That means there are just a few people up there...

"Hey Jake. Get on my back. We're going up." You say. He looks you a bit weirdly, and then jumps on, grabbing on to your shoulders. Damn, he's heavier than he looks! Must be your god damn little girl body. He activates his intangibility, and you become

"I know! Turn into a spider girl again and I'll ride you like a pony." Jacob blurts out. "Then, since you're intangible, you can crawl *inside* the building, like, in the walls and stuff!"

You do as he tells you. And holy shit, phasing through a building is scary as fuck! You can see all the pipes and wires, the lumps of asbestos, the termite hives and spiders, all suspended in the darkness. At some points you can see multiple rooms at once. "So in this state, everything solid is both a foothold and breathable at the same time... Fascinating."

It's like your clipping through the map in a 3d game, but this is real life. You can smell the dust and the fungi, the rank moisture of damp wood and public school plaster.

"I never cared about that. As long as I can move through things, it's cool." Jacob says.

You start to pontificate. "The air we are breathing may be drawn from an alternate material plane. Maybe your intangibility must be interacting with two physical worlds at once. Your power could imply the existence of a 4th spatial axis."

"Neeeeeeeerd! Does that even matter?"

You're almost there. There are a few dusty, empty rooms on the way to the clock tower. Just climb through those, and...

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>>4748563
"Hey doc," Jacob says. "I was thinking you should have built like a giant robot or some shit, maybe like a Transformer or a Gundam or one of those Gurren Laganns... Oh, wait, we're up there already. Man, the planks up there are wack."

"Yeah." You say as you switch to Bunny Form, Setting #2. "Get on my shoulders. On the count of 3, I hop through."

He does the intangible piggyback thing again, and before you know it, you're in the clock tower. The first thing you notice is an eyewatering smell radiating right in front of the cobwebbed clock. Light filters through rotting holes in the ceiling. The woman responsible is clearly somewhere in her thirties and looks like she hasn't left her house in weeks. Jacob is of course very quick to point this out.

"Yuuuuck!" He pinches his nose. "You reek like a clogged sewer! When's the last time you saw the sun?"

Right by her are two men and one woman who look like they're either in their last year at high school or fresh out of college. Hell, you recognize one of them. They don't seem to be ready to attack you. Below them, tied to a chair, is Amelia. You get into fighting stance, and even ready your mind if you can attack their DNA directly yet, just in case.

They don't even move. "Dr. Moreau, the woman says, sitting down on a plank of wood. You may think I work with the Forzamentalos."

"Well, you're psychic. So am I. Hand the girl over and we can all leave happy." You say.

She steps into a shaft of light, revealing her bloodshot crazy eyes. "My name is Pamela Glycon. I do not involve myself in this world's concerns, for I am not of it. The Forzamentalos are nothing but a paycheck to me. Becoming their lieutenant was just a happy accident."

Pamela steps over to Jacob. "Phase Demon, is that what you call yourself?" she says teasingly. "Very intimidating, I must say."

The insincerity in her voice strikes a chord with Jacob's massive ego. "You fuckin' stupid bitch. Give us that Amelia or I stick rusty nails in your guts." He snarls. "I'm tired of stalking her nonstop every single lunchtime and interval."

Pamela does a ladylike laugh. "You see, I have my own agenda here. I'm not their minion. They're my piggy bank. Unfortunately, I simply cannot let you have Amelia, as she is one of the two children who are required to participate."

"Two...?" You say.

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>>4748649
Jacob gets it before you do. He screams a bestial roar and swipes at Pamela's abdomen, in hopes of grabbing hold of her innards. Despite Jacob having the element of surprise, Pamela dodges him supernaturally quickly. "The students I hired were far, far below my aptitude level. They did a good job giving you a false sense of triumph. I'm impressed by how much they made you underestimate me."

Her three minions just stand there. Amelia, bound and gagged, watches on in fear. You spontaneously switch to Cat Form, Setting #2 and lunge at her from behind, yet she dodges and blocks your kicks in a weirdly fluid manner. That's impossible. She's superhumanly fast, like she must have ESP or something.

Finally, Pamela slugs Jacob quite well in the nose and elbows you in the throat in one swift motion. Winded, you hit the dusty floor. Just as you try to get up, and you do it quickly, she beats you down with a flurry of blows to the legs and torso.

"I'm sorry, dear." Pamela tells Jacob in a gentle voice, making him grit his teeth with rage. Blood pours from his nose, and tears from his eyes. "This will be over quickly."

She props him up against Amelia's chair, grabbing on to both their heads.

Pamela takes in a deep breath, and a psychic frequency unlike anything you've ever felt before works away at the fabric of reality. "You see, I take it that protecting Amelia felt like forever. That's because it could have. Her psychic ability is slowing down other peoples' consciousnesses. If she knew how to use it properly, she could theoretically freeze you one single moment for all eternity. If she did this to you while you were blinking, you would be trapped forever in a prison of darkness. Her power manipulates time, so I have taken the liberty of naming it Eternity."

"Phase Demon. Though the pain in your sinus must be quite intense, I only did it so you wouldn't inflict any damage to my internal organs. I trust that you listened to the doctor's explanation. Your powers manipulate space, and a mind like yours could unlock so much more. You could accomplish so much with it, and yet all you do is use it to get back at people you don't like. A pity that your first legitimate adventure was against me." And in a comforting, almost motherly tone, she says "I'm going to need your help to get me to the other side. Stay still for me, okay?"

>>4748698

She squeezes their heads harder, drawing on both Amelia and Jacob's power, and reality begins to warp and bend in the clock tower.

She holds her hands apart and what can only be described as a sword made out of space appears between them. She raises the blade into to the air. "Dimensional Blade!"

She swings it down and the air rips apart to reveal a swirling void, and the walls and rafters melt and bubble. The floor ripples like water. The portal widens with an ominous hum. Pamela winces in pain.

More and more wasps leak into the clock tower, swarming furiously around Pamela and her minions. Somewhere out there, Nathan is sending them here. As their stingers sink into her skin, she loses focus immediately.

A cacophony of instruments. A thunderstorm in reverse. And an overwhelming feeling of dread. The portal takes on a crimson hue.

Something is watching you.

> Throw something in there, see how it reacts.
> Fight it here. Describe how.

Or... Run away!

> Pet Shop
> University
> Your neighborhood
> The police station
> The fire department
> The park
> The zoo
> The nuclear reactor plant
> The docks
> Write In

>>4748703

Welp. That just went from 0 to 100. I'll be back to vote after I finish up some IRL stuff.

>>4748703
>Throw something in there, see how it reacts.

>>4748703
Grab the kids if we can and flee this place. Head for the lab.

>>4748747

Support

>>4748747
>>4748817
Grab the kids if we can and flee this place. Head for the lab.
(Sorry. Had some stuff going on lately. Nothing bad, but I think i'll finish up the quest here)
Writing...

>>4757573
Though you can't see it yet, what little telepathy you have is being overwhelmed by alien sensations just beyond your perception. Jacob is feeling it too.

Pamela looks at it for a while, paralyzed with fear. You don't know what's coming, but you know it's bad.

Phase Demon brings you out of the building. You remain in Cat Form, Setting #1, and carry him on your back so he can keep you intangible. That way you can race through the assembled middle schoolers. Right now, you wish more than ever you had a centaur form.

You find Nathan hiding behind some bushes. "The bees, man... The bees... They told me something... It's a lot worse than a fire, I'll give them that..."

"We're going to lab." You tell him.

"But... But aren't people gonna die?" He says.

You take out your phone and call the police. Then you make your best grown man voice and tell them that there are terrorists in the building and that the people outside need to be dispersed immediately.

Soon enough, you make it to the Obscure Sciences building.

> Search for pseudoscientists
> Search for occultists and mediums
> Search for conspiracy theorists
> Loot the damn place, look for anything that can be used as a weapon
> Look for someone with military contacts
> Write In

>>4757573
I hope you pick it up again soon. it's one of my favourites!

>>4757604
> Search for occultists and mediums
> Loot the damn place, look for anything that can be used as a weapon

AND

>look for theologians

This is some gnostic bullshit.

>>4757573

See you next time, OP!

>>4757604
>> Search for pseudoscientists
> Look for someone with military contacts
> Search for conspiracy theorists

>>4757607
>>4757633
(I have a 1500 word English assessment that I was given no direction on whatsoever before the break. By the time the next semester starts, I have a little more than a week to finish it. I'll find time to start another thread, but if you want to follow it here's the discord:)

https://discord.gg/PdfqhwPa35

See you next university break, everyone. Until then!

> To be continued...

>>4762021
Good luck with the essay, QM, and thanks for running it!