He doesn’t recognise you. You don’t have the same face, the same body or voice. He’d gone quiet, too- looking at where your sword had vanished.

You’d not seen your father so earnestly angry before. “What. What is this, some kind of magic trick?” He stares with blazing eyes, demanding an explanation.

For once, Thomas speaks up in a slightly quavering voice. “Sir? Mr Groves? It really is Michael, I mean, and magic, and, um-“ “That’s right, it’s magic. You saw Michael flying just now, it shouldn’t be so hard to believe that magic’s real, right?” Cassie joins in, keeping her voice steady. Rain, it seems, had turned back into a bunny.

“You- you can ask me anything, Dad! Look, how can I prove this to you?” You hadn’t know something like this would make you so frantic. You could barely hear the whisper that Thomas is saying – “I thought there was a spell to make people accept she turned female?”

“What. Have you done with Michael. If this is a prank, it’s in very poor taste. You with the knife, get out – and Carrie and Thomas, I’m very disappointed in both of you- what’s this nonsense about magic?”

You take a step towards him uncertainly, unwilling to just leave- and-

“Get out now! Before I call the police that there’s a mad girl with a knife in my house!”

[ ] We can’t reason with him like this. We- we have to go. We have to get out of here. Let Cassie and Thomas talk to him, you- you can’t do this.

[ ] He can’t reject us like this. He can’t. He wouldn’t do anything – he couldn’t – if he would just listen to you, you could explain everything. Go up to him, and just explain slowly.

>>31687976
[x] We can’t reason with him like this. We- we have to go. We have to get out of here. Let Cassie and Thomas talk to him, you- you can’t do this.
Dramatic!

>>31687976
>[x] He can’t reject us like this. He can’t. He wouldn’t do anything – he couldn’t – if he would just listen to you, you could explain everything. Go up to him, and just explain slowly.
Seems like it's a slow night. Oh well.

>>31687976
I'm tempted to use.gravity magic, but.we should probably just leave.

Rolled 2

Not enough votes - tiebreaker coinflip!
1 - Get out of here, get away-!
2 - Approach him, just - just go and talk to him.

>>31688595
Guess we gotta hope he doesn't have a loose trigger-finger!

>>31688595
Let's do this.

Can someone explain literally what the fuck is happening?
I followed the quest back when HUMILITY picked it up to around thread 10, but it was too hard to find threads easily because he didnt like using suptg. What's this freefall business and where is HUMILITY?

I cant participate today, but I look forward to reading BQ when I get back. Good luck, fae!

[ ] He can’t reject us like this. He can’t. He wouldn’t do anything – he couldn’t – if he would just listen to you, you could explain everything. Go up to him, and just explain slowly.

“Dad.” You swallow nervously, holding your arms open as you look into his eyes. “It’s me. Please, you’ve got to believe me.”

You show your empty palms, hit by a desire to see the friendly face of your father once again, rather than these cold, flat eyes. And the readiness to draw away, calculating for violence rather than love. It’s not a side of him you’d seen often, and not towards you.

You still advance, unwilling to believe your father would shoot someone down in cold blood. Hesitate as he clicks the drawer open with a small flick of the wrist without looking.

“If you don’t stop, I’m going to have to defend myself. You had a blade just now, and I don’t see where you put it. And if you really are saying magic’s real I’m not going to wait for you to stab me with some invisible blade.” He’s speaking surprisingly calmly for someone speaking so threateningly.

“Mr Groves, please, calm down. You don’t have to defend yourself against your son!” Cassie’s voice is surprisingly shrill – as you blink back tears and move forwards again, just a few paces away now.

“And why should I believe this person’s my son? After you just mentioned magic to make people believe she is?!”

“If she was magic, she’d just make herself look like Michael, wouldn’t she? That’d be more convincing than the other way round, wouldn’t it? And you can’t hurt her anyway, you’re a doctor! The Hippocratic oath and all that!”

You pause, a little laugh at your lips. “A consultant. And he never swore the oath.”

“-And for all I know, transformations and illusions are impossible and this is a big con job. For all I know you’ve kidnapped Michael somewhere and beat that knowledge out of him.”

[1/3]

>>31690186
“If you.. if you really believed that, Dad, for crying out loud, you’d have shot me already and gone looking for me. Please, just ask me something that only I’d know. Anything.” You’d stopped, looking up at your father. He seemed larger than ever, now, and was hesitating, still uncertain, still holding onto a fire of wishing to do violence to solve this problem.

“And magical transformations aren’t hard anyway! Look! Rain, turn human! Please!”

You reach out, closing your eyes as you see his arm raise up – and hug him round the waist. A muffled curse, but it doesn’t matter, you’re already crying when he reaches down to you.

He pats your head softly, sighing with an exhausted irritance as you weep like a child, relief and horror of this – this alien body that not even your father could recognise you in, of what you might have lost and this magical war you’d been plunged into.

“Come on. I didn’t teach any son of mine to cry like that. We can talk about it, ok?”
[2/3]

>>31690206

You sniffle on the couch as your father sits opposite you. He’d finished bringing in all his luggage and spoken to Cassie and Thomas while you’d finished crying and apparently-

“I’m still doubtful about what you’re saying is true. But after that… rabbit.. girl.. showed her transforming and what Thomas said did make sense. Those two wouldn’t be trying to do something underhand – well, not something underhand to do with Michael. –You.” There was still uncertainty in his eyes as he stares hard at you as you blow your nose.

“I’m willing to at least give you the benefit of the doubt. So-“

Your National Insurance number. –You didn’t know that off the top of your head, and you blush as you pull out your phone, fiddle with the notepad setting to look it up. You daren’t even meet his eyes.

Your first holiday. All the way up to the mountains, was the first one you remember. You had the mittens Mother bought you at the time.

Your worst injury. The time you fell off a roof when you were supposed to meet Thomas after sneaking out one night, and you had really injured your ribs. It still twinged from time to time.

Your first kiss – With Cassie – and when you lost your virginity – with the bunnygirl, when-

“-Dad-! You can’t just ask- I mean- I- God! Dad!” As your cheeks burn, the agitated look on his face changes to surprised belief. “That- that was going to be a trick question, too, wasn’t it?! I can’t believe-” you splutter.

“…Michael? It really is you, isn’t it.” As you calm down you nod, once again relief washing over you.

“And.. with the bunnygirl? Jeez, Mikey, what happened to you?”

“It’s.. a long story…” you say wearily.

[ ] Tell him everything – magical girls, fighting, the lot. He should have that knowledge, at least.

[ ] Tell him just how we were changed into a girl, and meeting Rain and Jean, but leave it at that. He doesn’t need to worry about all that.

>>31690236
[x] Tell him everything – magical girls, fighting, the lot. He should have that knowledge, at least.
Given the rest of the encounter, I don't think we're really up to lying convincingly right now.

>>31690236
[ ] Tell him everything – magical girls, fighting, the lot. He should have that knowledge, at least.

We could try hiding it, but we, or one of our friends, is going to slip up eventually. And him not knowing means we have to constantly hide things from him.

>>31690236
>[ ] Tell him everything – magical girls, fighting, the lot. He should have that knowledge, at least

Are you telling me that you wouldn't sexually exploit a bunnygirl if you had one dad? Because if you are you're totally lying.

>>31689208
Breaker Quest got dropped by Humility, then it got picked up by Boo and rebooted, then dropped again very swiftly, now this new QM picked it up after another reboot.

>>31690345
don't even mention the Boo version
the sooner we all forget the better

>this fucking dialogue
You're literally worse than The Boo.

>>31690345
jesus christ how horrifying

i guess everyone really loved magical girls powered by their fetishes, i did
>>31690376
>>31690383
I dread to think what Boo did that horrified a quest about genderbent magical girls.

>>31690383
that's literally impossible

[x] Tell him everything – magical girls, fighting, the lot. He should have that knowledge, at least.

Your father of all people should know about this sort of danger and risk. He dealt a lot with lethal injuries and people who didn’t come home – and you had to tell him what you were doing – what you were going to be doing. And reassure him, at the same time.

Haltingly, you tell him about when you tried to save Cassie from the twisted monstrosity you saw out of her closet – something that earned a tch of disappointment from him when he found out what you were doing there – and how later after leaving that warped place for the real world – you’d transformed so abruptly and how Cassie had helped you focus.

You explained that bizarre world in the mall of sleeping bunnies and their “demon” forms of cuddly girls, and how you met with Jean, the other magical girl that you knew about. About how she had put them to sleep and gave them back their dreams, and how you’d bought that one who seemed to like you so much.

>>31691233

You told him of the meeting with Atropos, the cantankerous Magi and the contract you had made, your weapons and your power of gravity. Of the way you could be turned back to normal, of the way that being a magical girl might have affects on your mind. Of the magic that was supposed to stop people wondering about – why – you were female. About Rain – briefly.

You told him of the battle with the singer, about how you’d saved her, but also wounded her – in quiet, hushed tones. Both pride and guilt in your voice.

You told him – about how you’d tried to show off your powers. And then, you run out of things to say.

At length, your father sighs.

“I was called back from my investigation because a young girl was stabbed, not fatally, but badly. It was why I was so worried about you and your.. sword? I didn’t want to end up stabbed, too. But, well.”

He sighs, and looks to you. “Is it worth risking your life? I’ve seen a lot of bad deaths from so called heroes. There are other ways to.. make you male again. Or just stay female.”

[ ] I want my old body back. This one.. it’s just too weird.

[ ] It’s not just to become male again. It’s because I’ve actually got the chance to help people.

[ ] I… I don’t know if I have a choice, but if I could, I’d get out of this magical girl business.

>>31691278
[x] It’s not just to become male again. It’s because I’ve actually got the chance to help people.

>>31691278
[ ] It’s not just to become male again. It’s because I’ve actually got the chance to help people.

>>31691278
The second one. And emphasize that from what we've experienced, it's more like an intervention or whatever than an actual fight.

>>31691278
[x] I… I don’t know if I have a choice, but if I could, I’d get out of this magical girl business.
I'm different, dammit! No but seriously.

[ ] It’s not just to become male again. It’s because I’ve actually got the chance to help people.

“I know it’s dangerous. But, it’s hardly as dangerous as being a firefighter, or a – a police officer. It’s more of an… intervention than actual battling.”

Your father raises an eyebrow, leaning back into his chair in incredulity. “Interventions involve stabbing people?”

“That was just once! And, it was my first time. Next time, I’m sure I’ll do it properly! It’s more psychology than battles to the death, from what I’ve seen so far. And nothing’s actually tried to outright kill me, now that I think about it. I’m sure things will be ok. Probably.”

“It’s not you being killed that I’m worried about, now. I-“ He looks pained, looking away from you for a moment. “I didn’t think I’d have to start worrying about your chastity. Or- well, since you’ve already played around a bit, your virtue. –By the way, from now on, no boys. –Or anyone. That’d only leave you open to more things, and especially if what you’ve described as nightmare horror creatures are involved. This is a lot to take in.”

You bite your lip, not wanting to make a promise on that. If he notices, he doesn’t mention it.

“If it were something that a gun would help with, I’d offer you basic training with them. But… if you do get injured, I can see that you get proper treatment, with no questions asked. I don’t want to get you involved in anything illegal, all right? It’s bad enough as is that I need to cover up what exactly injured that girl, now.”

You nod, thankful for whatever help he can give you. “I wouldn’t mind some training – it couldn’t hurt, I guess? But I really hope that I don’t need any doctoring. Thanks, Dad.”

>>31692981

At length, he stands, checking the time – late already, it seemed. “All right. I’m going to have to talk to your… to Rain, isn’t it? I think she’ll need some help, too. A pet’s a big responsibility, you know?”

“…Yeah, thanks for telling me, Dad.”

---

It was strange, you consider the next morning. Wasn’t Jean’s spell supposed to have made people easier to convince people you were who you said you were? Your father's job of wound examination meant scepticism was high, but it really shouldn't have been quite that difficult, surely. There was something off about all of this, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. As you stare up at the ceiling in the early morning, you have a thought or two about why, but can’t come to any reasonable conclusion off the top of your head. Jean messing up again? Or something else entirely?

It seemed like the current crisis was over, thankfully. And from the last few fights, you’d picked up one demon essence – one step on the way to restoring yourself.

But, the summer holidays were swiftly coming to a close, and it’d be soon back to school for you. Honestly, meeting up with people you were comfortable with was bad enough, going into classes with everyone, with this new form? Toilets and PE and everything? It wasn’t going to be easy.

[ ] Let’s go over with Cassie what exactly you might need to prepare for school, how to get a handle on things.

[ ] One last day? Time to relax with Thomas.

[ ] We can best get a lead by talking to Jean about her magic – did something go wrong?

[ ] Rain would probably have some better idea of what’s going on. Or at least, we can at least keep her company during the day.

[Sorry for the delay! Sudden important phone call came up!]

>>31693029
[x] Let’s go over with Cassie what exactly you might need to prepare for school, how to get a handle on things.
Ze disguise must be flawless!

>>31693029
JEAN

Rolled 1

>>31693049
>>31693350
(Needing another tiebreaker-! 1 for Cassie, 2 for Jean!)

[x] Let’s go over with Cassie what exactly you might need to prepare for school, how to get a handle on things.

All this thinking about how to handle things was giving you a pounding headache. So early in the morning, it was no time for trying to do anything particularly energetic with this sort of annoyance. You’d see Jean in school anyway, you’d be able to quiz her there. Waking up early, putting some breakfast out for Rain – you take a painkiller and head out to next door. Cassie probably wouldn’t be awake for some time, but wandering about in the fresh air might help a bit.

It didn’t. If anything, the deep pain intensified, a niggling burr in the back of your head as you were let in by Cassie’s mother – a thin lipped and strict woman, but kindly hearted enough – as you stagger up the stairs.

It’s outside Cassie’s door that you realise you can hear a scuffling sound and a whimper from inside her room. Cassie’s voice. It’s there that you realise what this familiar ache was like, though the intensity and aura of it was entirely different from before-

The feeling of a demon’s presence, concentrated not over a whole auditorium or pet shop, but in a single room. With Cassie, who had been purged of her own demons by Jean just a few days ago.

An incarnated demon with your friend.

[ ] Call Jean, and burst in now. We have to try to protect her, no matter what kind of foe it is.

[ ] Call Jean and wait for her to arrive. We can’t take the risk that we can defeat it on our own, or that Jean can, either – even if it means Cassie has to be in danger for a while, she’ll definitely be able to be saved.

>>31694617
>[ ] Call Jean, and burst in now. We have to try to protect her, no matter what kind of foe it is.

>>31694617
>[x] Call Jean, and burst in now. We have to try to protect her, no matter what kind of foe it is.

[x] Call Jean, and burst in now. We have to try to protect her, no matter what kind of foe it is.

“Jean!” You’re glad you had the forethought to put her number on speed dial. “There’s a demon in Cassie’s room! It's got her, I think it’s an incarnation rather than a possession!” You shout even as you try the handle. Jammed – you lean back and kick the door, your bare foot thumping against the wood as you keep the phone by your ear.

“An incarnated demon? Michael, whatever you do, don’t go in there – wait for me, incarnated demons are dangerous- too dangerous for you to try and take on something like that yourself-“

“I’ve got to help her! Now!” Again, you kick, and feel something jolt in the doorframe. This time, you charge with your shoulder, and the door bursts open. The nightmare field draws you in, a deep suction that drags at your clothing even as it warps into your battle clothing – the clothes that you now associate with combat.

And you are catapulted into a child’s room, a place of nursery blocks and brightly coloured toys amidst the darkness. Catapulted onto the small bed, and you have just enough of a chance to see Cassie pinned down by a faceless, featureless dark humanoid shadow before another seizes you about the wrists, squeezing them with bone-grinding force. The nightmare field is tiny, yet all the same intensely overpowering. Only a muffled cry answers your shout.

As you snarl and turn to face the demon who holds you.

__________________________________
______________: DEMON OF VIOLATION
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Breaker Quest 8, session end.

>>31695348
Thank you for participating in Breaker Quest, as always! Apologies for the long delays between posts. As always, criticism and queries welcome!

>>31695348
...Oh god, that looks a lot like child molestation to me.

>>31695348
>raping the girlfriend
really fae
fucking really
are you fucking serious