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You are a Bear, and today life is good.

For reasons beyond your memory, you are in an unfamiliar suburb, in an alley, waking up in front of a dumpster behind a strip mall full of fast food restaurants.

The aroma of many greasy, meats and starches fills you..

Next to you, neatly folded, is a black cape with a red lining. Sitting atop it are a cane, a black top hat, a red rose, and a white mask.

You're not entirely certain how you know what these things are. In fact that you can question the situation in this manner before diving headlong into the dumpster is surprising to you.

After all, you last memories before waking are of simply being a bear. Rubbing against trees. Eating things. Hibernating. The usual.

>Attend to the dumpster
>Ponder these philosophical implications further
>Adorn self with cape, top hat, & mask.
>Write in
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>Attend to dumpster
Fuck human clothes. We are BEAR.
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>>31199129
Obviously, we don our new clothing. We have maidens to woo, after all.
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>>31199129
>Adorn self with cape, top hat, & mask.
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>>31199129
>>>Adorn self with cape, top hat, & mask.
Fabulous calls!
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>>31199129
>adorn self with cape, top hat, & mask.
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>>31199129
>Get rid of the ugly shades.
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>>31199220
>>31199271
>>31199283
>>31199287

These articles of human clothing, it is clear to you that they are not here by accident. Your newfound intellect is drawn to them, and so for this moment you shall eschew the temptation of the dumpster.

You easily drape the cape across your shoulders, set the top hat upon your head, and lay the mask over your eyes.

It grants you a certain sense of completeness as you tower there, all 9 feet of ursine grace. You tuck the rose into the fur of your chest and hold the cane in your mouth.

An alleyway, however, is no place for a bear as well dressed as you.

>Attend to the dumpster
>Enter one of the restaurants from the back door
>Leave the alley for the pedestrian roads.
>Climb the nearby fire escape for the roof tops.
>Write in

Quick Stats:

Melee: Bear & Cane
Ranged: Rose
Speed: Bear
Charisma: Bear in a Tuxedo
Endurance: Bear
Special Powers: ???
Intelligence: More than Bear
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>>31199129
Dine and ponder, then adorns self with things!
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>>31199369
>An alleyway, however, is no place for a bear as well dressed as you.
>>Enter one of the restaurants from the back door
We shall place an order for their finest salmon and/or bass!
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>>31199369
>Acquire Maidens, forget responsibilities.
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>>31199369
>>>Leave the alley for the pedestrian roads.
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>>31199369
>Leave the alley for the pedestrian roads.
Walk, tall and proud, tapping the ground sharply and accurately with the cane with every other step.
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>>31199415
Don't forget to salute her by lifting your hat with your paw if you see a lady that you fancy.
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>>31199393
An excellent suggestion, good Sir. Allow me to support your proposal.
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>>31199369
Enter one of the resteraunts from the back door~
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>>31199415
>>31199427
I would humbly suggest a mixing of these both, if possible
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>>31199415
Would you swagger?
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With some practice you get the cane into your paw and begin walking upright out of the alleyway. The afternoon sunlight cascades from the side as you emerge from the alley and begin to dapperly advance into the town proper.

As you move, a young woman in stylish, if a bit too modern for your tastes, attire begins to walk past you. Her eyes buried into her mobile telephone.

Lifting your hat and offering a polite greeting, she looks up from her device in sudden panic and breaks into a stumbling run away from you. She drops her phone and twists her ankle as she falls hard on her side.

Hmm...perhaps she doesn't speak Bear. Oh well, you also speak an assortment of Slavic dialects and perhaps one or two other tongues you were not previously aware of.

>ask if she is alright. Apologize for frightening her.
>as above but in Russian
>as above, but see if you know any tongues of Asia, as she appears to be Japanese.
>pick up her dropped cellphone & offer it and a paw (face up) to help her back on her feet.
>write in
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>>31199633
Pick up her cell phone and offer it to her, asking if she is alright in an asian dialect.
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>>31199633
>>as above, but see if you know any tongues of Asia, as she appears to be Japanese.
>>pick up her dropped cellphone & offer it and a paw (face up) to help her back on her feet.
If we could arrange of swirl of rose petals in the air as we do so, that would nice. Without damaging our rose, of course.
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>>31199633

>Pick up her dropped cellphone & offer it and a paw (face up) to help her back on her feet.
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>>31199633
>>as above but in Russian
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>>31199724
This
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>>31199724
All of my yes
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Sorry, Beartemis. Accidentally the wrong tab.
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>>31199916
That's why you don't follow quest when QMing.
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>>31199890
Hmmm.. it seems i missed something, we seem to be in a completely different situation! Are you sure this isn't a game of Time wizards?
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>>31199925
Yes, it is
>>31199934
Just me being an idiot.
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>>31199925
You can, though I suggest keeping the quest in a separate window, rather than just a tab. Isn't 100% effective at avoiding misfires, but helps.
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"Excuse me, miss. I did not mean to startle you," you say in Japanese as you offer her the mobile telephone, "You dropped this. Are you alright? Do you require assistance?"

Rose petals swirl around you. Your Special Power has been unveiled. ??? is Dramatic Fancy Magic.

She stares at you for a moment, as do several other pedestrians passing by as they go about their mid afternoon business and local travel.

"T-thank you," she seems a tad confused as she takes her device and then your paw.

She is extremely careful and wary of your long curved nails, but uses you offered leverage all the same. Wincing as she put pressure on the ankle, she regards you with uncertainty.

"I think I hurt my ankle," and worriedly, "Could you help me back to my school. I have some athletic tape and ace bandages in my school locker,"

>Certainly, lead the way
>My apologies, but I've important and dapper bear business to attend to.
>Attempt your Dramatic Fancy Magic to try and help.
>Roar at onlookers.
>ask onlookers if they have any such medical supplies about their persons.
>write in
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>>31199963
>Certainly, fair maid!
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>>31199963
>You honor me with such a chance to redeem myself, fair lady.
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>>31199963
>certainly, lead the way
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>>31199963
>Your Special Power has been unveiled. ??? is Dramatic Fancy Magic.
YES. All of my yes.

>Certainly, lead the way
While we could dramatically magical have the right supplies, this is not the proper place to skillfully apply tender medical ministrations.
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Wait, we're helping her back by carrying her in the crook of our arm!
>Certainly, you honor me with such a chance to redeem myself, fair lady. Point the way.
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"Certainly, fair lady," you bow your head a bit, "Please lead the way,"

She begins leading you to her school.

"And you can call me Azusa, Kuma-san," she smiles hesitantly.

As you pass through the suburbs the world warps a bit. You'd comment on this being unusual, but you only recently became sentient and it's all still quite new to you. Also, the other people about this town all seem faceless compared to young Azusa.

>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hmOaSOpe3LI&list=PLJR2HwTIxa5qZe9kCX1cf1G4XUY6cekSg

Before you is the multiple storied building of the high school. Azusa, who seems equally unperturbed by the shifting of the world around you, limps with your aid to her shoe locker to obtain her bandages.

She opens it and things shift again. Azusa sports a freshly wrapped ankle and there is a single red apple inside the locker. Odd, the girl seems confused. Isn't this the way things go? Wait, there is something else, making the hair along your spine stand on end.

"What just happened?" she wonders aloud.

>Isn't that Normal?
>I am not certain, perhaps we should leave. I have sudden doubt of this place's safety.
>Sniff and eat the apple like a bear, you like apples. People don't interest you much.
>Sniff and eat the apple as a proper gentleman.
>Write in
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>>31200479
>Isn't that Normal?
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>>31200479
>>I am not certain, perhaps we should leave. I have sudden doubt of this place's safety.
The music is foreboding.

>Sniff and eat the apple as a proper gentleman.
We do need to keep our strength up. Would she like some as well?
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>>31200479
>>Sniff and eat the apple as a proper gentleman.

Offer her the apple first, the politely suggest vacating the premises
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>>31200479
>I am not certain, perhaps we should leave. I have sudden doubt of this place's safety.
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Taking a sniff of the apple you find that it smells sweet and ripe.

"Whatever lies ahead, perhaps we should keep our strengths up," you lift the apple and offer it to Azusa, "Ladie's first of course,"

She nods and thanks you for the apple, taking a few bites before returning it to you. Quite neatly you chomp the whole of it down before dabbing your maw with your handkerchief. Curious, you don't recall having one of those before. She shakes her head again, as though clearing a fog.

"What is happening here," she asks in worry as the building appears twisted slightly and it's colors mismatched.

"I am not certain, perhaps we should leave. I have sudden doubt of this place's safety," you say with certainty.

The two of you break from the shoe lockers and toward the open courtyard beyond. From the far corners of either gate lance thin lines of black smoke that pass through the both of you.

It washes over you in a series of odd sensations. As you both turn back, you see standing before the school two figures, clad in rapidly disappearing black smoke.

One is hunched forward, a bear of black and shadows equal to you in general girth; but with a larger head, red eyes, fiercely long teeth and oversized claws. There is a savage twisting in his underlying growl.

Standing next to this shadow bear is a woman, the dark reflection of Azusa in fact. Her skin is pale and covered with intricate markings. Shares bares her fangs and strikes a sultry and lazy martial pose in her black and slinking outfit that is positively indecent. You could abide by her modern dressings just fine, but to wear THAT outfit in public is just unladylike.

You experience a brief flash of distant memory. Memory that shouldn't have fully kept from whence you were still but a normal bear. You are young, and you are with another who is small.

The present resumes.

>Fight like a bear.
>I say, what is the meaning of this.
>Fancy Magic
>Take Azusa & Flee.
>Write in
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>>31200889
>Madame, while it is rude to assume I do believe these two mean us harm. At the risk of seeming too forward, would you please climb atop my back that we might make a hasty exodus before this situation becomes unsalvagable?
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>>31200889
>>Take Azusa & Flee.
Princess carry our little princess
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>>31200939
>>31200977
Bearxodus.
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>>31200562
seconded
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>>31201035
i... was a little late i see.
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>>31201043
There there, it is quite all right my right and honorable friend.
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Pitching forward, prompting your shadows ahead to leap back slightly, you land gracefully on all fours and incline your head to Azusa without taking eyes off your potential assailants as the violent intent roils off of them.

"Miss Azusa, while it is rude to assume I do believe these two mean us harm. At the risk of seeming too forward, would you please climb atop my back that we might make a hasty exodus before this situation becomes unsalvageable?"

She makes an assenting sound as she scrambles up your side and clings to fur and cape alike as you take off into a proper lope, cane now clenched in your mouth.

Your other Roars behind you as it and the dark Azusa give chase. The girl by way of the twisting and cartoon nightmare scape, the bear as a juggernaut destroying the obstacles between you.

The world shifts, and the two of you are being chased through the melting remains of a burnt but pastel colored city...it's layout familiar to you.

>Head for the park
>Head underground to the metro
>Head for the looming cooling tower at the outskirts
>Head for the bridge
>Make small talk with Azusa.
>Try to reason with your pursuers
>Use Fancy Magic
>Write in
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>>31201230
FANCY MAGIC!
dissapear in a puff of smoke and confetti
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>>31201230
>>Use Fancy Magic
Put us in a fancy Love Hotel. I heard japanese love that.
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>>31201256
>>31201303
Dramatic Fancy Magic, needs more dramatics.

>>31201230
Dramatic Fancy Magic.

Skid around and raise our voice at them about their unbearable rudeness and that a madcap chase through the streets is no way to treat a young woman and here companions, and that as such we take our leave of them.
Good-bye.

Then leap dramatically through the air across a panorama of stars leaving them dumbfounded.

Maybe land in the park later.
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>>31201415
I like this guy
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>>31201415
seconding this
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>>31201486

Thirding
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Your paws dig furiously into the loose and ruined asphalt beneath you. The act digs intersecting trenches as you skid and spin in your momentum to face your attackers.

"Your rude behavior is unbearable. To chase after a young woman and one trying to lend her aid! I say, GOOD DAY!" As you charge at them and leap in an expression of dramatic fancy magic.

Azusa clings tightly as you soar over the shadow bear, then over the city for the twinkling and spinning stars above. Below you is the crescent moon, where a woman in white waves with regal poise and grace at you as you pass. Struck by the wonder of it all, Azusa is struck quiet.

Before long you land in the wooded park, firmer but no less whimsical looking than the rest of the city.

"I'm dreaming...right? This is all a dream?" She worries as she buries her face into your cape.

>That is not for me to know.
>Perhaps, though I don't know much of dreams. Whose dream is it?
>Human no matter, shake off and run back on tree. Itchy. Find berries. Find bottle. Find small/loud.
>Write in
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>>31201608
>>Perhaps, though I don't know much of dreams. Whose dream is it?
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>>31201608
>Perhaps, though I don't know much of dreams. Whose dream is it?
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>>31201608
>That is not for me to know.
>I don't know much of dreams. Whose dream is it?

Also, while in a bit of forest, ponder the strange flash of memory we had earlier.
Maybe ask her about it if we recall enough to describe.
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"Perhaps, but I don't know much of dreams? Whose dream is this?"

She pauses in thought, you remember being made to wear a fez when you were small. You remember being bought from the fez giver by the scary lady who was marked by war. You remember first meeting small/loud. Remembering the bottle, how it burned but made the world slow and funny so long ago.

"I have a felt and fluff teddy bear that you remind me of," her words pull you back from the memory, "It was a toy someone put out to mimic this vigilante thief when my mom was a kid, you rind me of it," she sighs.

"I'm dreaming," she concludes.

"And yet, I have memories of my time as a less dapper bear," you respond, "Could this whole affair be some kind of shared projection?"

Neither of you have long to ponder this when a voice cries out from above.

"That is precisely what I desire to know," a horse of black with wings an mane of fire lands hard in the clearing between you.

This aptly describe nightmare becomes matte black and twists and contorts until a man walks forward from the twisting dark. His hair is white, his loose cotton clothes are black. There is something strange about him. Azusa isn't afraid, but is guarded.

For a moment you recall being small, free from the fez, and playing with small/loud. Your paws are open and up as he quickly tags them with tiny fists, occasionally you give a playful swipe that he ducks or dodges.

You return to the moment.

>Greet him
>Demand answers
>politely inquire after answers
>he smells like horse. Maul him, find and eat horse
>make a fist and punch him soundly
>write in
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>>31202311
Greet him
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>>31202311
>Greet him
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>>31202311
feast on the horse
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>>31202311
>Salutations, good Sir. I am Master Bearington, and this is the fair Asuza."
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>>31202311
>Demand answers.
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>>31202311
>This aptly describe nightmare becomes matte black and twists and contorts until a man walks forward from the twisting dark. His hair is white, his loose cotton clothes are black. There is something strange about him.
Oh hell.

>Greet him
>Demand answers
He does smell like delicious horse though, be prepares to maul.


"Why hello there, I hope you aren't offended if we keep our distance."
Keep yourself between him and the girl.
"Who are you and what is the meaning of all this?"
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Rolled 4, 72 = 76

You step between the newcomer and Azusa and hold out your cane clasping paw in front of the girl, as to ward her from whatever ill intent this fellow might bring to the fore.

"Salutations, good sir," you begin in a decorum which is rapidly feeling foreign to you, "I am Master ************, and this young miss is the Lady Azusa,"

"Azusa Mugen" she expands on your introduction.

"You have us at a momentary disadvantage, I fear," you regard him carefully while prepared to being fang to bare to intimidate him if need be.

"You may call me Helios," he seems amused by your manners and is playing along. Certainly a good sign, "And I, a walker of dreams, merely wish to know how a bear has come into possession of a Dream Mirror,"

He snaps his fingers.

Roll me 1d100 (will reflect on your next available course. Quite sorry)

>Dream Mirror
>Wait, what?
>Unintelligible friendly roar, these clothes are constricting
>Write in
>Write in
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Rolled 29

>>31202852
>>Dream Mirror
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Rolled 58

>>31202852
Rolling.
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Rolled 8

>>31202852
"Forgive me, sir, but I am unsure what you are talking about. What is a dream mirror?"
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Rolled 85

>>31202852
"A what now?"
Wave cane in response to his snap, warding with a Dramatic flourish and swirl of rose petals.
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>>31203197
Sounds dramatic enough.
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>>31202852

"Dream Mirror? Forgive me, Helios, but I've no ide-hmm?"

You look down as an ornate mirror framed in light blue emerges from your chest fur. Azusa is having a similar experience, but the matter dissolves back into her in a mere instant. Your own sticks around for a moment longer as a boxing glove erupts from the reflective surface, now rippling and roiling with the fury of an angry sea, and strikes the mysterious Helios dead in the face.

"My word!"

He flies back, stretching agains the very fabric of the world which you inhabit, until there is a resounding pop and he is gone through a gaping hole in the assumed dreamscape. There is a boxing glove filled with metal shavings and a bottle of Vodka at your feet. The mirror sinks back into your Fur as you are left with the awareness that it isn't your own mirror, but instead one shared with one whom you hold a close and brotherly bond.

Azusa looks at you confused as the world begins unraveling around you.

"*********-San!" Azusa calls out in shock.

>write in
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Rolled 51

>>31203330
Pick up the bottle of Vodka.

"Would you care for a drink, Miss Asuza?"
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>>31203330
Hand glove to Azusa to arm her, then gather her in one arm, along with the vodka, slinging you cape dramatically around her as protection.
"Stay close to me, Lady Azusa, and hold tight!"
Jab cane into the ground in a show of Dramatic Fancy Magic power, firming the ground, and reality, immediately around us.

Bonus points if we assert a fancy palace upon the place.
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>>31203523
I can support this.
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You hand Azusa the boxing glove with a nod before striking the woolly earth beneath you in a flourish with your can.

In a swirl of rose petals the two of you stand atop a rising marble platform as the forest floor gives way around you. It shifts and expands until you are within a veritable palace floating amid the stars. Azusa now wears a fine dress with TWO boxing gloves, the lucky girl.

Though they seem a bit heavy.

"Okay, ugh," she grunts in a rather unladylike fashion, but you let it slide as you inspect the Vodka, "this is defiantly a strange dream,"

"Quite so," you agree.

If this all is a dream, you muse upon how much longer you have until-

There it is, a sudden flat jab in your side, though muted and distant as though light from a star.

>inform Azusa Mugen that you will wake soon. Any parting words or gifts?
>wake up
>resist the rousing strike and conjure music.
>Roll onto your back and bite the cork out to receive your precious And familiar Vodka.
>Write in.
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>>31204478
>inform Azusa Mugen that you will wake soon. Any parting words or gifts?
also, give her our rose
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>>31204478
>inform Azusa Mugen that you will wake soon. Any parting words or gifts?

Gift her the rose and our most hearfelt wishes of happiness
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>>31204478
>>inform Azusa Mugen that you will wake soon. Any parting words or gifts?
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>>31204478
>inform Azusa Mugen that you may wake soon. >Parting words and gifts.
>resist the rousing strike and conjure instruction on throwing a mean punch.

"It seems we might be forced to part, Lady Azusa. I will resist as best I can, but I would be remiss if i did not help you to defend yourself. I shall now show you Master *****' Mighty Bear Punch."
Embrace from behind and show you the proper stance and motion for a solid cross punch.

When we cannot hold on any longer, remove our rose and place it in her hair with encouraging words.
Pour vodka for shot to take before we are not there.
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"It would appear, Miss Azusa, that I am not much longer for this dream," you turn to the girl and present her with your Rose.

"*********-san," she whispers.

"I grant you my most warm and heartfelt thanks that I was able to help you in atonement for the misunderstanding of our initial encounter," you smile as a gentlebear should, "and I do hope when you wake that you may enjoy the teddy of your mother's childhood,"

There are tears in her eyes, so you dry them with your handkerchief as you, she, and the palace begin to fade. Casting eyes up at the grand ballroom which you inhabit, you see a portrait of the scary lady whose face is ever marked by war, a young small/loud, and yourself. It is warming.

"Goodbye," you bid her as the world around you takes it's leave.

--------

You are being kicked in your side. It is a familiar sensation, though this time is certainly more gentle than it normally is.

You are a bear sitting on a large mat of torn fabric, hay, and items of your own collection. Beside you is a large bowl of fruit, berries, and a leg of venison. There is a tattered wool blanket, ripped and torn to your liking, half draped on top of you. Someone is next to you yammering on excitedly.

You are curled around a bottle in your paws. YAY! Bottle!

>roar
>groan
>wake and greet this fellow with the timing of a gentleman.
>roll further into your nesting
>paw at fruit
>paw at venison
>look up to see who intrudes
>blindly swipe
>roll on your back to drink bottle
>write in
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"It would appear, Miss Azusa, that I am not much longer for this dream," you turn to the girl and present her with your Rose.

"*********-san," she whispers.

"I grant you my most warm and heartfelt thanks that I was able to help you in atonement for the misunderstanding of our initial encounter," you smile as a gentlebear should, "and I do hope when you wake that you may enjoy the teddy of your mother's childhood,"

There are tears in her eyes, so you dry them with your handkerchief as you, she, and the palace begin to fade. Casting eyes up at the grand ballroom which you inhabit, you see a portrait of the scary lady whose face is ever marked by war, a young small/loud, and yourself. It is warming.

"Goodbye," you bid her as the world around you takes it's leave.

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You are being kicked in your side. It is a familiar sensation, though this time is certainly more gentle than it normally is.

You are a bear sitting on a large mat of torn fabric, hay, and items of your own collection. Beside you is a large bowl of fruit, berries, and a leg of venison. There is a tattered wool blanket, ripped and torn to your liking, half draped on top of you. Someone is next to you yammering on excitedly.

You are curled around a bottle in your paws. YAY! Bottle!

>roar
>groan
>wake and greet this fellow with the timing of a gentleman.
>roll further into your nesting
>paw at fruit
>paw at venison
>look up to see who intrudes
>blindly swipe
>roll on your back to drink bottle
>write in.
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Rolled 52

>>31205095
>wake and greet this fellow with the timing of a gentleman.
dreams do tend to bleed into reality a bit
follow with
>roll on your back to drink bottle
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Rolled 96

>>31205126
>wake and greet this fellow with the timing of a gentleman.
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>>31205153
>>31205223
Seems like a plan.

>>31205126
At least she's been left with dream boxing gloves.
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>>31205126
>>look up to see who intrudes
If it is someone we dont like then smack the shit out of them.
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You rise to a seated position in the covers and offer a flourish, a bow of your head, and a good morning.

"Roarurghroarrng" you say, impeccably.

The figure, whom you must look down at even while sitting, stares up at you in a mixture of confusion, worry, and then anger. It is Small/Loud! And he has brought you a steak! He drops it at your feet before storming out of your den in the midst of shouting words you do not understand, because you are a bear.

However, beneath his frustration you feel something. Pride, excitement, happiness, and a general desire for celebration.

Well, he brought you steak, and you have delicious bottle. You will celebrate while he is angry, and maybe he can feel your enjoyment. Odd, you have never thought so complexly befo-

Oh, Steak! Omnomnom.

---

You awaken slowly, the deflation and re-inflation of the mattress beneath you doesn't bother you anymore. From the light spilling in through the window, you guess that it's around noon time.

Were you up this morning or did you sleep straight through to now? It's depressing, you must be getting weaker. It started yesterday when you just collapsed, your blood work should have been back by now. Did you sleep through rounds?

There is a tray beside your bed. Looks like they already delivered lunch.

>try to get up
>pull your lunch over and eat
>press the call button
>turn on the tv
>write in
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>>31205589
oh dear lord this is incredibly sad.
pull the tray over and eat
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>>31205589
>>write in
Look into a mirror, or mirror like surface
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>>31205589
Think about your dream while eating lunch.

Try tv if dream is too fuzzy.
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You reach over to the tray to get your lunch. You're weak and hungry...really weak in fact. They're so heavy, your arms. More so than last time you woke, but it feels different.

The weight, it's mostly in your hands an wrists. Looking down, you find that your hands are clad in red and white boxing gloves and there is a fresh cut rose left in your lap.

You cast a worried eye to your stuffed Tuxedo Kuma Kamen.

Was it really just a dream?

The end of Tuxedo Bear Quest.

I thank you for participating.

********, Azusa Mugen, and and Small/Loud will appear elsewhere; beyond such flighty dreams. And I hope to see you there as well.

On twitter @Artemis_QM
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>>31206214
Wee! Thanks for the ride.
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I'm impressed that puns were largely resisted.
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So, questions, comments, feedback, post game Q&A filled with noncommittal answers mixed with too much info?
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>>31206288
agreed, i find those types of puns to be unBEARable
arharharharhar- ok i'll stop
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>>31206366
The amount in the thread was Bearable.
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>>31206288
>@Artemis_QM
I just could not bear to bring on a flow of puns.
It would of been to grizzly
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>>31206306
Should we recognize Azusa Mugen? Google is having a hard time getting around MUGEN to find anything beyond the Mugen district in Tokyo.
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>>31206936
No, you should not recognize anything, and google should tell you about the Mugen district.
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>>31206306
Can a bear be a Shintennou, or Knight, or Ursine Magi Vodka Bear?
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>>31207023
Bear is bear.

Please review the rules for Mythic Companion.

Though I imagine enough of you have solved this jigsaw already, or looked beyond spoilers.
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>>31206306
Will Tuxedo Bear return?
Will he go to town and get many ladies?
Or will he be mysterious and have ladies chase him?
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>>31207023
>Tuxedo Bear
>Ursine Magi Vodka Bear
This needs to be a show.
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>>31207427
It certainly does.
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>>31207592
Well played Beartemis, I didn't get where you were going until the last few posts
For the sake for your plan I won't mention who Small/Loud and Bear are but this definitely was out of the ordinary for Bear's behaviour given his past occupation and character
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>>31207843
Blame Azusa. She was projecting in her dream. Duh.
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>>31207949
I'm totally not making stuff up to explain inconsistency.
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>>31207968
Well I figured it was something along those lines
Or that Bear was truly a classy guy at heart and his inability to communicate just lead to his acting crudely
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>>31208023
His crudeness was just a disguise for the dapper bear he is at heart.
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>>31208077
So will we see Bear accompanying Small/Loud in the future or was there an issue with getting a gigantic bear into the country so he came alone?
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>>31206214
>The end of Tuxedo Bear Quest.
Oh, so no TBQ 2 through TBQ 128 saga longer than War and Peace?
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>>31208239
Nope, one off means one off
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>>31208239
Elsewhere, to the sadness and probable annoyance of one or two of you, is Eclipsed Moon Quest.

I read the QTG, I am frankly flabbergasted and a little proud that a few of you thought that I was Azure Earth.
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>>31208346
Spin-off in this case, so the characters are still around, real question is if we'll ever get to see our ursine friend take up the mask again.
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>>31208479
That depends on a number of factors.

Though given the present timeline of events, revoking his access to your dream mirror (he rolled that fucking 4) will make the incoming planned Helios Encounter that much more survivable.
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>>31208585
Yay not fighting a Shadow Bear.
That would suck.
Bear is strong like bear,
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>>31209360
Oh, I mean Helios is significantly hurt by Dream Punch. That Shadow Bear, Shadow Mugen, and other Dream Born shades are at large.
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>>31209472
Curses. Fighting bear seems like problems.
As Helios learn.
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>>31210284
The good news is, Shadow Bear won't be as dangerous because bears don't actually have that much baggage. Also it's an unfinished shadow.


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