>She was going to come visit you.

Seems like we'd get more shenanigans this way.

>>30841952
>>She was going to come visit you.
Dammit

>>30841952
>You were going to go visit her.
might as well find out what kind of inlaws we'll going to have.

>>30841952
>You were going to go visit her.

Might be fun.

>>30841952
>She was going to come visit you.

>>30841952
>You were going to go visit her.

For reasons. For sideties. For sex.

>>30841952
>Other
>The two of you would meet up at Disney Land.

>>30841952
>>You were going to go visit her.

Janice time!

>>30841952
>>She was going to come visit you.

>>30841952
>You were going to go visit her.

Alright shenanigans abound.

>>30841952
Ya know, I don't really know what would be more fun.
>You were going to go visit her.
May as well.

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>>30841952
Ah, now you remembered. You were going to go visit her. Well, it would be pretty interesting, since Janice had told you previously that she had a pretty big family.

Your train of thought is then interrupted by loud snoring and you sigh. You had also managed to convince Bree to come along, even if she was a bit reluctant about the idea of coming home. Rather than her usual attire, Bree was just wearing a simple hoodie and jeans. You feel she didn't want to draw attention to herself. She did have sort of a point though, since you were still wearing your standard Air Force BDUs and you were constantly being stopped by well wishers and fellow servicemen and the like.

Bree snores loudly again. Honestly, she always finds the most inconvenient time to do that.

>Wake her up.
>Let her sleep.
>Other

>>30842282
>>Let her sleep.

>>30842282
>>Let her sleep.

It might be the first night of nice sleep for her.

>>30842282
>>Wake her up.

>>30842282
>Let her sleep

>>30842282

>Let her sleep.

>>30842282
>Other
are close to our stop? wake her.
if not. let her sleep.

>>30842282
You decide to let sleeping witches lie and leave Bree alone. You're waaaaay past the age to prank her in her sleep.

The bus driver then announces that he needs to take a piss and pulls the buss off the road to a nearby rest stop. Some of the other passengers get up to stretch their legs or take a bathroom break themselves. You go out to get some fresh air, and notice a nearby pay phone. A quick check of your pockets reveals you've got just enough change for a single phone call.

>Call your parents.
>Call Janice
>Call Red
>Call Tarin
>Other

>>30842488
>>Call Tarin
Might as well try

>>30842488
>>Call your parents.

If we haven't told them already, we should probably let them know Bree is coming with us.

>>30842488
call Tarin

>>30842488
>Call Red

>>30842488
>>Call Red

>>30842488
>>Call Tarin

>>30842488
>Call your parents

We might as well try to set Bree up with the warm welcome home that she deserves, if at all possible.

>>30842488
>Other
Call the Colonel. Tell him we're bored. That vacation time sucks. We should be on the front do things. Colonel, help!

>>30842488
>>Call your parents.

I think this is the best choice considering we got Bree to come with. Goddamned Waifufags

>>30842488
>Call Red

>>30842488
>>Call your parents.
Describe Bree's drooling face to them.

>>30842488
>Call Red

>>30842488
>>Call your parents

Letvthem know bree is coming back

>>30842488
>Call Tarin

>>30842488
>>Call your parents.

>>30842488
>Call Red

>>30842488
>>Call Red

>>30842488
>>Call your parents

>>30842488
>Call your parents.
man, the 80's sucked in relation to now that we all have cel phones.

Merc please institute number voting protocol.

>>30842488
>Other
Invent cell phones, become rich.

>>30842488
>>Call Red

>>30842488
Hm, I'm going to call a revote on this. Link and number only, like always. You have 5 minutes.

1. Parents
2. Red

>>30842733
1

>>30842703
But mobile phones are already a thing by 1989. They just weigh 12lbs is all.

>>30842733
1

>>30842733
2

>>30842733
2

>>30842733
1

>>30842733
1

>>30842733
1

>>30842733
2

>>30842733
1

>>30842733
1

>>30842733
1

>>30842733
1

>>30842733
1

>>30842733
2

>>30842837
Voting is closed

>>30842733
1

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> mfw its always the redfags doing shit like this

>>30842733
You quickly dial your home phone number. You're actually surprised you still remember it. The phone rings a few times before you hear a click as the receiver is picked up.

"This is the Pierce residence." You hear your mother's familiar voice.

"Hi, Mom." You say, trying to sound casual. "Just calling to let you know, our bus is almost to town. We'll probably be at the station in about half an hour."

"Oh, that's wonderful!" You mom says happily. "I'm sorry, but I"m still preparing dinner, and your father isn't back from work yet. I'll send Charlie over to pick you up!"

"Thanks, Mom." You grin. "I'd love to talk more, but I gotta go. I think our bus is leaving soon."

"All right, we'll talk more when we get back!"

You briefly consider hanging up the phone, but you then remember that you did not tell your parents that Bree was with you. It had honestly slipped your mind, as she had made her decision after you informed them you were coming home.

>Tell them Bree is with you.
>Leave it as a surprise.
>Other

>>30842999
>>Tell them Bree is with you.

>>30842999
>>Leave it as a surprise.

>>30842999
>Leave it as a surprise.

We haven't told them yet. Why tell them now?

oh please be happy reunion

>>30842999
>>Tell them Bree is with you.

>>30842999
>Tell them Bree is with you.

Seriously dudes

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>>30842999
>Leave it as a surprise.

>>30842999
>>Leave it as a surprise.

>>30842999
>>Tell them Bree is with you.
Can someone remind me why Bree is estranged?

>>30842999
>Leave it as a surprise.

>>30842999
>>Tell them Bree is with you.

>>30842999
>>Tell them Bree is with you.

Its family.

>>30843066
It was never any one specific event. It was just a long string a various disagreements between her and her parents.Once she had a chance to leave the house, she took it.

>>30842999
>>Leave it as a surprise.
this is why I did not want to call them

>>30843126

So things just piled up until the proverbial straw broke the camel's back?

>>30842999
>Tell them Bree is with you.

>>30842999
>Leave it as a surprise.

>>30842999
>Tell them Bree is with you.
not telling them would be bad

>>30843028

Yeah it's going to be awkward. Damn it Pierce how did you let something so important slip your mind?!

>>30842999
>Leave it as a surprise.
hoping this leads to tear filled hugs

>>30842999
>>Tell them Bree is with you.
Don't wanna catch them off guard.

>>30842999
>Tell them Bree is with you.
Anon cannot into common courtesy

>>30842999
>>Tell them Bree is with you.

Both sides need to be ready.

>>30843253
Anon can into surprises.

I mean really, they haven't talked in how many years now? We haven't told them that she coming when we told that WE WERE. Fuck it. Might as well not tell them and see if get a happy tearful reunion or just really awkward silence because telling them now really isn't going to stop what's about to happen or change any plans they may already have laid out. We're far past the point of the return.

>>30842999
"Oh right, Mom, I almost forget." You say, pulling the phone back to you. "Bree's actually with me. I managed to convince her to visit as well."

"Really?" You hear your mom gasp. "You're not pulling my leg, are you!?"

"No, I'm being serious here." You say, glancing back at the bus. "I convinced her to give it a chance. So please, please don't mess things up, okay? Bree is really trusting my word here."

"O-Oh my, I need to prepare another seat then!" You can tell your mom was now all flustered. "Oh dear, your father needs to know this too!"

"Well, I gotta go, Mom." You grin. "Love you! See you soon."

"Bye Will, have a safe trip!"

You hang up the phone and quickly jog back to the bus. You make it just in time for the driver's headcount before the bus pulls out of the rest stop and back onto the road. More time passes and finally you can see the first signs of your hometown. First is the welcome sign, and then a bunch of scattered houses until you reach the interior of the town itself. The bus finally stops at the local station, and the passengers all begin to disembark. You lightly elbow Bree to wake her up.

"Euwaaa? What's going on?" Bree blinks, wiping a bit of drool off her mouth.

"We're here, Bree." You say, getting up from your seat. "Come on."

You both grab your bags and head out of the bus. You look around for Charlie when your attention is grabbed by a familiar honking sound. You follow the source to an old Mustang, with Charlie waving at you.

"Is that... Charlie?" Bree blinks.

"Yep. He never left." You say.

"Damn... he's... grown." Bree mutters.

"Yep." You nod.

"Yo! Will! Nice to see you're still alive!" Charlie cackles as he bear hugs you. He then turns to Bree and his jaw drops. "Holy shit, Bree, I never expected to see you back here!"

"Nice to see you too, Charlie." Bree smiles warmly.

"You've... grown." Charlie says awkwardly.

"Heh, yeah, you too." Bree sputtered.

Huh. That was odd.

>Just ignore it.
>Were you two...?
>Other

>>30843352
>Were you two...?

No way, we're letting this one go.

>>30843352
>Just ignore it.

>>30843352
>Other
>Smack Charlie hard on the back
>so he bumps into Bree

ha ha time to help our older sister unwind

>>30843352
>>Were you two...?
Oh, god.

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>>30843352
Say nothing.

Don't ignore it though, just have a shitting eating grin plastered on our face the whole time. Or at least until Bree hits us.

>>30843352
>Were you two...?

Eh heeeh. Fun times

>>30843352
>>Just ignore it.

I'd rather not have her deliver payback at a bad moment.

>>30843352
>Were you two...?

>>30843352
>>Just ignore it.

>>30843500
But that's what siblings are for, anon. You can't stop it.

>>30843352
>Just ignore it.

>>30843445

Yes.

This.

>>30843352
>>Were you two...?

She just came back from almost dying. Don't let her lose out on love now. They might never get the chance again.

>>30843445
Bwhahaha yes this please

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>>30843352
You look at Charlie, and then Bree. You don't say anything out loud, though. However, you give a bit of a smug grin once you figure things out. Charlie and Bree both notice it and turn away quickly.

"ANYWAYS, we should be going before it gets dark." Charlie says a bit too loudly.

"Yeah, let's go." Bree nods.

Still grinning smugly, you follow Charlie back to his Mustang. Bree decides to sit in the back so you ride shotgun. A loud snoring signifies that Bree was asleep again. Jesus, was she really this sleep deprived?

"So, Charlie, how long?" You ask.

"What are you talking about?" Charlie tries to play dumb.

"HOW LONG."

"Errrr... I had a crush on your sister since middle school." He says meekly.

"Shit man, really?" You gasp. "Shes four years older than the both of us!"

"DUDE! She was like, the hottest girl in town! Who WOULDN'T crush on her?" Charlie says defensively.

"Fine, fine." You sigh. "Just didn't see it coming, is all."

>Ask him how he felt about Bree leaving.
>Ask him if he's willing to forge more stuff for you.
>Other

>>30843762
>>Ask him how he felt about Bree leaving.
>>Ask him if he's willing to forge more stuff for you.

Need companion blade before Red kills us for shooting her.

I'm a Janicefag

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>>30843762
>Other
Try and hook them up.

>>30843762
>>Ask him how he felt about Bree leaving.

>>30843762
>>Ask him how he felt about Bree leaving.

We might as well play wingman.

>>30843801
Too bad it wasn't both her and Shirley.

>>30843762
>>Ask him if he's willing to forge more stuff for you.

>>30843762
>>Ask him if he's willing to forge more stuff for you.
We need a Wakizashi and Tanto to complete Red's set, and a Seax for ourselves, and pay shouldnt be an issue, we've got hazard pay backed up the wazoo

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>>30843834
Don't forget Trude.

>>30843762
>>Ask him how he felt about Bree leaving.
>>Ask him if he's willing to forge more stuff for you.
SEAX

>>30843762
>Other
operation: charlie's christmas cake is a go!
we try to get them to hook up now.

>>30843762
seconding >>30843798 & >>30843846 & >>30843866

>>30843762
>Ask him if he's willing to forge more stuff for you.

>>30843862
I was thinking "american girls armed with 'bunker busters'

>>30843762
>>Ask him if he's willing to forge more stuff for you.

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>>30843958
In that case.

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>>30844097
God bless Marunotta and his love of BIG AMERICAN TIT-TAYS.

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>>30843958

>>30844146
More like knockers in general, but yeah he really likes Shirley.

>>30844163
How to build war funds: have army vs Navy mud wrestling match.

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>>30843958
no we need nuclear bunker busters...

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>>30844097
>>30844146
>>30844163

>>30843762
"Huh, so how did you feel about her packing up and leaving?"

"Surprised, honestly." Charlie sighed. "I'm not sure how it seemed to you, but Bree seemed to be pretty good at hiding her problems. Nobody expected her to just up and disappear like that. Hell, my folks actually thought she got kidnapped or something before your folks sorted it out."

"Ah." You nod. "Yeah, Bree made me promise not to tell anybody else about what she was going through. She felt it was best that way to protect herself and our parents. You know how rumors can go."

"Yeah." Charlie nods. "I guess afterwards, I was kinda bothered. I was always wondering, if I had made a move, would things have been different? Would she have left anyways? Afterwards, I picked up my little hobby and managed to distract myself with it, until now."

"Hey, about that hobby..."

"You want more stuff?" He grins.

"...yeah." You nod. "I got plenty of backpay if you need compensation..."

"Nah, no need." Charlie shakes his head. "Anything I do for a friend is free of charge. What do you need?"

"Well, I need a wakizashi to get back on Red's good side."

"Jesus, what did you do? Turn her down?"

"I accidentally shot her in the foot."

"Ouch. Okay, yeah, I understand. Anything else?"

"A seax. For me."

"Oooooh, gonna take that into battle with you?"

"Nah," You chuckle. "I'll probably just bring it around as a trophy. Military regs are pretty strict on the kinds of weapons we can take with us."

"Yeah, okay. I'll see if I can do it. Since they're smaller blades, I might be able to get them finished before you have to head back."

"Thanks a lot, man." You grin.

Finally, Charlie's Mustang pulls up to your house. It was a simple, modest thing, but you would have never traded it for anything else in the world. Bree manages to wake up just as the car pulls up the driveway.

(cont)

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>>30844184
You see the R-18 set he just did of her? Oh man, it was GLORIOUS.

>>30844301

"Bree!" You see your Mom rush down the lawn and give your older sister a big bear hug. "It's so nice to see you finally home!"

"Um, y-yeah." Bree awkwardly returns the hug. "It's nice to see you too, Mom."

"There's so much we need to catch up on!" She says. "Where have you been? What have you been doing? Do you have a boyfriend yet?"

"MOM!" Bree blushes furiously. "Seriously!"

"Oh right! Dinner!" You mother blinks before rushing back into the house. "Come on in!"

The three of you enter the house and you can immediately smell it. The familiar smell of-

"STEAK!" Bree's eyes widen.

Yep, it's been way too long.

"Well, it's a special occasion, so I felt shelling out for some fresh beef was worth the cost!" Mom says cheerfully. "Your father should be back any minute!"

Suddenly, Bree's expression grows a bit darker at the mention of Dad. Oh boy, this was going to be interesting.

"So um, how's Dad been doing these days?"

"Oh, well, he's on his last batch of trainees. The Air Force just recently decided to retire the Phantom and are slowly phasing them out for F-16s."

"Oh man, he's not going to like that."

"Oh, he's absolutely livid!" Mom chuckles.

Bree, however, remains quiet.

>Get her to talk more.
>Leave her be.
>Other

>>30844312
>Get her to talk more.
Mediation time! Time to put that negotiation classes to work.

>>30844312
>>Get her to talk more.
Engage Bree

>>30844312
>>Get her to talk more.

No sword for tarin?

>>30844312
>Get her to talk more.

>>30844341
she did not want one when we asked her

>>30844312
>Get her to talk more.

Come on don't just stand there like a lump.

>>30844312
>Leave her be.
Don't push it unnecessarily.

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>>30844312
>Get her to talk more.

>>30844312
>>Get her to talk more.

>>30844312
"Come on, Bree, don't you have anything to say?" You nudge your sister.

"W-well, it's nice to see that you and Dad are doing well." Bree mumbles. "H-He's not made about me leaving, is he?"

"Oh, don't be silly! He was the one who took it the hardest!"

"W-what?" Bree blinked. "I thought he always hated me."

"No, he's just terrible at showing affection. I should know, I married him!" Mom chuckles. "But in all seriousness, it's just how he always is. He expects everybody to know their job and to do it."

"Yeah, well..."

"Think it about this way." Mom pinches Bree on the nose. "If you hated him so much, why did you follow his footsteps and join the Air Force?"

"Well, I..." Bree pauses. Yep, Mom totally got her there.

"I think you two have more in common than you want to admit." Mom sighs. "Now come on, eat up! You shouldn't expect your father to make it back on time!"

"I'm always on time!" You hear Dad yell as he barges in. He then sees you and bearhugs you. "SON! How have you been?!"

"Good!" You gasp. "Some air would be nice, though!"

"Ha!" Dad gives you a hearty slap on the back. He then turns to the table and sees Bree sitting there, and his expression darkens slightly.

"Breeana."

"Dad."

The silence is long and awkward.

>Time to bounce the fuck outta this awkward situation.
>Stay out of this and let them both handle it themselves.
>Other

>>30844554
>Other
Cough politely, nudge Bree, give Dad a look, come on Dad.

>>30844554

>>Other
This is not a job for Pierce.

DEPLOY MUM. SHE'LL SORT THIS OUT

>>30844572
>>30844576

These two together.

>>30844554
>Other
This is a job for Mom

>>30844554
>Stay out of this and let them both handle it themselves.
Or
>other
Welp. Mother Pierce! HELP! HELP!

>>30844554
>Other
Cough, give Mom the cue to slap some sense into Dad.
He wants to be the Man of the House, he takes responsibility for his fuckups.

>>30844312
>Get her to talk more.

>>30844554
"HEY DAD HAVE YOU HEARD ABOUT HOW MUCH ASS BREE HAS BEEN KICKING AND DOING THE FAMILY NAME PROUD?"

>>30844554
>Time to bounce the fuck outta this awkward situation.

>>30844554
Deploy Mum.

>>30844554
Deploy Tactical M.O.M.

Dead thread?

>>30845036
Merc's probably writing up a big post

>>30845036

Or merc has trouble coming up with how the deployment of M.O.M. goes.

>>30845036
Seems like it.

>>30845093
Probably since it technically part of "Other"

>>30844554
You give a sidelong glance to Mom who gets the cue and steps forward.

"Isn't it wonderful, honey? Bree's finally come home! It's the first time we could sit down together as a family in... well... years!"

"Yeah..." Dad mumbles.

"You will both SIT and ENJOY DINNER TOGETHER." Mom says with a cheerful smile.

That convinces both Dad and Bree to sit down, and soon enough, all of you begin digging in.

"So, Breeana." Dad finally speaks up. "How has the Air Force been treating you? You don't write or call or anything. It can lead some people to be... concerned.

"It's been going fine." Bree says carefully. "I've got my own squadron. Not quite the most seasoned or elite, but it's my own command, and I'm proud of it."

"Good, Be grateful for what you have." Dad nods. "How many kills."

"Well, I mostly do ground attack mission, so I got about a hundred fifty sorties under my belt." Bree shrugs. "I did get a few aerials, though. Eight kills."

"Hm, good job." Dad nods. "How about you, William? I heard you got transferred into a mixed unit?"

"That's right." You nod.

"You sleeping with any of the witches?"

>How do you answer?

>>30845036
Just having a few distractions keeping me from being able to continuously write.

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>>30845174
>>How do you answer?
Old man's being a dick.

"All of them. I've got my own harem."

>>30845174
*Almost choke on Drink*

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>>30845174
"Too early dad, too early but I do have one I do like."
[spoilers] Janice [/spoilers]

>>30845174
Yes.

We're billeted together, of course we sleep with them.

How did he think we'd answer?

We're totally gonna fuck Janice all day and night

>>30845174
"No, Dad."
Just a typical day at the household, oh you missed it.

>>30845174

"In intimate terms? No. In terms of bunking? Can't get away from them."

Honest, blunt. We can be dick, too.

>>30845174
>spit take
damn it dad. the witches haven't raped me. yet. that or drop the bomb that we're going to marry Janet.

>>30845174
"Not right now, no. One's potentially got a boyfriend, the second is a Witch-Killer and likes to hunt and kill without much regard for if it walks on four legs or two, and the third I'll be spending a few days with at the end of the week."

>>30845174

oh boy here come the Janicefags

anyway I like this
>>30845196

>>30845238
+1

>>30845193
I support this.

>>30845174
Seconding >>30845238
"In intimate terms? No. In terms of bunking? Can't get away from them."

Dad's being a dick, so we should fling that shit back in his face. No wonder Bree wanted out of this household.

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>>30845174
>"Nope."

>>30845244
For. Fucks. Sake.

Fluff, get her name right at least if your going to be a retard.

>>30845174
"Well, yes.

"We get bucked two per a room but there was this one time near the front that where all of us sleep together. It was rather nice."

Too much?

>>30845196
>>30845238
>>30845174
These two

>>30845196

Spittake is right.

Come on bree. Tease your younger bro.

This is how you get back tovether with dad.

>>30845174
You nearly spit out your drink at the question. However, you manage to downgrade it to a muffled snort. You see Mom and Charlie leaning in, eager to hear what you have to say. Bree, however, is genuinely disinterested. She lives in same barracks, after all.

"Well." You speak up, trying to keep your cool. "Of course I sleep with the witches I'm bunked in the same barracks as them, after all."

Mom and Charlie seem disappointed, while Dad doesn't make any visible reaction.

"Ah, just asking." He grumps.

>Ask Dad how his job is going.
>Ask Mom how things are going at home.
>Talk about what you've been doing.
>Other

>>30845283
alright, i made a mistake. big woop. go take your ritalin and calm down.

>>30845383
>>Talk about what you and Bree have been doing.

>>30845383
seconding >>30845399

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>>30845386
>>30845283
have a giggle m8's and chill out

>>30845383
>Other
Talk about what Bree and us have been doing, keeping in mind what's still classified and not.

>>30845386
you can't even be arsed to get your waifu's name right and you acuse me of being autistic, well fucking done

>>30845383
>Talk about what you've been doing.

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>>30845423

>Talk about what you've been doing.

>>30845383
>Ask Dad how his job is going.
>Ask Mom how things are going at home.
OPSEC YO

>>30845383
>>Ask Mom how things are going at home.

>>30845555

Not everything is covered under that.

Things like participation in the berlin evac work is ok.

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>>30845383
>Ask Dad how his job is going.

Oh, he wants to play that game? Okay.

"HEY DAD HEARD ABOUT THE PHANTOM BEING RETIRED AND BEING TURNED INTO SCRAP TO BUILD PLANES THAT ARE ACTUALLY USEFUL. HOW'S THAT COMING ALONG?"

>>30845467
i count any waifus here. i just think she is a better fit for our MC.
>>30845383
>Ask Mom how things are going at home.

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>>30845527
>>30845423

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>>30845383
"So, what have you and Bree been up to in the war, then?" Dad asks as he cuts off another piece of steak.

"Oh, the usual. Shooting Russians, trying not to get shot." You shrug. "Me in particular, I've had a hell of a time pulling people out from behind enemy lines. You'd be surprised at how much trouble those SFs can get themselves into."

"Ah, I can relate." Dad nods. "Same thing back in 'Nam. Always had to fly some sorties pretty deep into enemy airspace to bail those guys out. "

"But other than, that', it's been business as usual." You say.

"Yeah." Bree nods. "

"Did you two fight in Berlin?" Mom asks, a bit concerned. "It was all over the news.

"Well, technically, I got involved AFTER Berlin, but it was still pretty hectic." You sigh.

"Yeah, I was in the thick of it." Bree grins and snakes an arm around your neck. "Would've been a whole lot worse of Will here didn't get my squadron some decent strikers!"

"Hm? What's this about?" Dad raises an eyebrow.

>Tell him the story.
>Don't tell him.
>Other

>>30845626
>Tell him the story.

>>30845626
>Don't tell him.

Over the dinner table is not the best time to tell Dad that someone in High Command apparently wants to get his daughter killed.

>>30845626
>Tell him the story.

>>30845626
>>Tell him the story.

Say it like hypothetically, or third person

>>30845626
"In a word.

"Politics."

>>30845626
>>Tell him the story.

May as well. It seems to have been resolved, and if it goes further thanks to Dad, then maybe it will weed a weasel out.

>>30845626
>Other
Tell him a sanitized version of the story, that because of the pull we got for bailing SF's asses out of fires, we were able to get upgraded Strikers for Bree's entire squadron.

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>>30845626
>Tell him the story.
Minus the sensitive stuff.

>>30845626
>Tell him the story.

>>30845626
>>Tell him the story.

>>30845626
And so you tell Dad the whole drama about the politics and backstabbing involved with Bree's striker procurement. Everything from how she was stuck with F-111 strikers, to getting assigned a literal suicide mission to try and force her out of her command.

"That's troubling." Dad frowns. "Did you ever find out who was responsible?"

"Well, not really." You sigh. "But we managed to get them to stop meddling with Bree."

"I see." Dad nods. "Well I still have my old contacts in the Air Force. Maybe they might know something."

"You... you'd help me?" Bree blinks.

"Of course, Breeana. You're my daughter." Dad says bluntly.

>Sure, we could use the help
>You don't need to get involved
>Other

>>30845884
>>Sure, we could use the help

Hell hath no fury like a father learning his daughter is in danger.

>>30845884
>Sure, we could use the help

We don't really need the help but this will help Bree and Dad get together

>>30845884
We can give him a call if that stuff crops up again

>>30845884
>Sure, we could use the help

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>>30845884
>Sure, we could use the help

>>30845914
>Handheld GAU-8
WHY ARE WE NOT FUNDING THIS?

>>30845884
>>Sure, we could use the help

Bingo. MEND RELATIONSHIPS, YESSSS.

>>30845884
>>Sure, we could use the help
just don't bring attention to yourself

>>30845926
We need power armor to even fire the damn thing for 2 whole seconds without the recoil knocking the user on their asses..

>>30845884
>Sure, we could use the help

>>30845955
Not to mention that a person couldn't possibly carry the ammunition without using it all up.

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>>30845955
>>30845971

>>30845884
"Sure, we could use the help." You nod. "No guarantee that they won't try again."

"Exactly." Dad nods.

The rest of the night is spent with random small talk. Mostly about how Mom and Dad have been handling things at home. Dealing with increasing prices for commodities, Dad's ire at the Phantom getting retired, and the like. Charlie then leaves for home and you all decide to call it a night. You and Bree had back to your respective rooms, almost untouched since you were both in high school. Heh, it was a pretty nostalgic feeling.

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The next morning, you head for the kitchen ready for breakfast. There, you see Mom, Dad, and Bree already there.

"Oh, Will, you're up." Mom says. "It's a bit of a busy day today. Charlie says he wants to talk to you."

"Well, I was planning on catching up with some old acquaintances here." Bree shrugs.

"And if you're interested, the Air Force is shipping my old Phantom down to the local airfield, as a token of gratitude for my long years of service." Dad says with a bare hint of sarcasm. "I wouldn't mind if you came along to help me check it out."

>Go see Charlie.
>Go with Bree.
>Go with Dad
>Other

>>30846049
>Go with Dad
First, then
>Go see Charlie.
later.

>>30846049
>>Go with Dad

We've got a week.

Family first.

>>30846049
>>Go see Charlie.

he's the one that wanted to see us. Bree and dad seem to have their own plans.

>>30846049
>Go with Dad

Ha. This should be fun.

>>30846049
>>Go with Dad

>>30846049
>>Go see Charlie.

>>30846049
>>Go with Dad
Daddies boy.

>>30846049
>Go see Charlie.

>>30846049
>>Go with Dad
we can talk to Charlie later

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>>30846049
"Yeah, I guess I can I can tag along with you, Dad." You nod. "When are we going?"

"Right now." He says, getting up from his seat. "Better grab a plate and eat on the go."

"Sighing, you grab a plate that Mom helpfully prepared for you and follow Dad out to the driveway, where his old pickup is parked. You slide into the passenger seat while he turns on the engine. The pickup roars to life and he takes it out to the highway leading to the nearby airfield.

Honestly, it was a pretty small place, mainly meant for providing cropdusters and a few private owners a place to store their planes. In fact, Dad actually had a small Cessna stored there for recreational purposes. However, you suspect it was going to be pushed to the sidelines now that he had his old Phantom to play with.

>Ask how he convinced the AF to let him keep the Phantom.
>Ask him why he wanted the Phantom so badly.
>Other

>>30846387
As always in convo's.
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>>30846387
>Ask how he convinced the AF to let him keep the Phantom.

>>30846387
>Ask how he convinced the AF to let him keep the Phantom.

>>30846387
>>Ask how he convinced the AF to let him keep the Phantom.

>>30846387
>>Ask how he convinced the AF to let him keep the Phantom.

>>30846387
>Ask how he convinced the AF to let him keep the Phantom.

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>>30846387
>Ask how he convinced the AF to let him keep the Phantom.
Or get pay for fuel or replacement parts.

>>30846387
"Anyways, how exactly did you get the Air Force to let you have a Phantom?"

"Well, let's just say that during a certain conflict, I saved the life of a certain pilot who became a certain very highly placed official." Dad says vaguely. "So, he owed me a big favor and I called it in. Of course, I can't actually keep any of the weapons on it, but other than that it's the same baby I used to fly."

"I see." You nod. "You really love it that much?"

"Hah, don't tell your mother this, but I treat the Phantom like my second wife!" Dad chuckles. "You understand what I'm saying?"

>Yes
>No
>Other

>>30846565
>>Yes
"Yea I can understand that."

>>30846565
>Yes
but its going to be one expensive second wife

>>30846565
>>Yes

Your wife is a high maintenance whore though dad

>>30846565
>Yes, kinda

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>>30846604
Yeah, do it.

Fuck it. That's great.

>>30846565
"I guess I sorta understand, but she's going to be one expensive and high maintenance wife." You remark.

"Heh, I'm sure she will be, but it's not like I've got much else to spend my pension on." Dad chuckles. "Besides, she's seen me through all sorts of times, both good and bad. It'd be criminal to leave her to rot in the desert, or get chopped up for parts, or be used for target practice."

"I understand."

"Anyways, I just brought you out here because I just wanted to talk to you alone." Dad sighs. "I've heard you've been getting rather friendly with your witches."

"Friendly?" You raise an eyebrow.

"You know what I mean, son. You can't just hang around witches for so long and not expect rumors to crop up." Dad sighs.

>There's nothing going on, Dad.
>Well, there is this one witch...
>Why are you so concerned?
>Other

>>30846854
>There's nothing going on, Dad.

>>30846854
>>Well, there is this one witch...
>>Why are you so concerned?

>>30846854
>Why are you so concerned?

Dad, we had the talk long ago. What's up?

>>30846854
>>Well, there is this one witch...

>>30846854
>>Well, there is this one witch...
"I'm gonna be spending some time with her after I'm done visiting you guys, but it may not go anywhere in a romantic sense."
>>Why are you so concerned?

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>>30846854
>Well, there is this one witch...

>>30846854
>>There's nothing going on, Dad.

>>30846854
>>Why are you so concerned?

>>30846854
>>There's nothing going on, Dad.

>>30846854
>>Well, there is this one witch...

>>30846854
>There's nothing going on, Dad.

>>30846854
>Why are you so concerned?

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>>30846854
>>Well, there is this one witch...
>>Why are you so concerned?

>>30846854
>There's nothing going on, Dad.

>Why are you so concerned?

>>30846854
>Well, there is this one witch...
serves me right for playing WoT in the background

>>30846854
>>There's nothing going on, Dad.
why merc why

>>30846854
>There's nothing going on, Dad.

>>30846854
>Well, there is this one witch...
>Why are you so concerned?

>>30846954
from you tone I'm guessing your an anti Janice fag, so stop metagaming and fuckoff

>>30846854
>>There's nothing going on, Dad.

>>30846854
>>There's nothing going on, Dad. Yet.
>>...well, there is this one witch...But,
>>Why are you so concerned?
Politics?

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Really?

Guys. It's too fucking late to be pulling this bullshit. Goddamn.

>>30846854
seconding >>30846869

>>30846963
I don't like the big sister romance option does not mean I am metagaming

>>30846854
>>Well, there is this one witch...
>>Why are you so concerned?

>>30846854
>>Well, there is this one witch...
>>Why are you so concerned?

>>30846963
so it is ok for your side mass samefag

>>30846854
>Well, there is this one witch...

>>30846854
>>Well, there is this one witch...
>>Why are you so concerned?

>>30846990
its not okay for any side to samefag

>>30846975
Merc, just do a fucking revote. This shit is going to happen every goddamn time any type of vote of this nature pops up.

Good fucking god. People need to grow up.

>>30846854
>Why are you so concerned?

Right, well. I cast my vote a while ago and can't manage to stay up any longer. Fun ride so far, Merc.

Everyone, please keep a civil head over things. Everyone's gonna have a different opinion on things, just cast your vote and carry on. Don't denounce others for having a different one, that's just silly.

>>30846854
Okay, gonna call another revote. You know the drill.

1. Nothing going on.
2. Well there is one witch...

>>30847046
2

>>30847046
2

What are the possible romance routes and why?

>>30847046
2

>>30847046
1

>>30847046
2

>>30847046
2

>>30847046
2

>>30847046
2

>>30847046
2

>>30847046
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>>30847046
2

>>30847046
1

Voting closed

>>30847104

Please add in the why so concerned as well, merc.

>>30846990
You were saying?

>>30847133
both sides samefagged don't have to be a bitch

>>30847046
"Why are you so concerned?" You ask.

"Well, I'm just asking, since relationships with witches can get... complicated." Dad sighs.

"Speaking from personal experience?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Let's just say your Mom wasn't exactly my first relationship." Dad says simply. "Long story short, I got in a relationship with a witch, but she was more interested in becoming a matron than maintaining our relationship."

"...so she dumped you."

"That's a very blunt way to put it, yes."

"And you're worried something similar will happen to me?"

"I'm just cautioning you."

"Well, I'm certain she's not going to pull that on me." You say confidently.

"Oh, so you ARE going out with one?"

"I guess?" You shrug. "It's nothing official yet, or anything. Hell, the farthest we've ever gotten was just some innocent flirting."

"I see, I see." Dad nods. "Well, I learned my lesson with Breeana, so I'll let you handle your own choices."

"Thanks, Dad."

"Now, you feel up to helping your old man check to see if this Phantom here is in tip top shape? Lord knows what they did to her when they shipped her over."

>Yeah, sure thing.
>Actually, I should go see what Charlie wants.
>Other

>>30847161
>Yeah, sure thing.

>>30847161
>Other
>Yeah, sure thing
>Call Charlie, tell him we'll be over once we're done here.

>>30847161
>>Yeah, sure thing.
>Other
Let me call Charlie

>>30847161
>>Yeah, sure thing.

>Bree's harrassment
>Probably a matron
>Dad's ex was a matron

This has the writings of shitstorm everywhere.