>>34143262
“YOUR THIRST FOR POWER IS COMMENDABLE,” Ranthix answers. “WE SHALL CONVENE WITHIN THE HOUR AT THE PLACE; ALSO SPAWNLING, GIVE THE DEMONBANE YOUR CHOCOLATEY SLUSH LEST YOU AGAIN VOMIT IT UP OVER EVERYTHING,” he orders. The demon turns, breaks into a quick jog, and runs out of sight behind some buildings.

Isaac’s expression is blank, but you can sense a tendril of tangy amusement wafting from him.

“It was just the once,” you tell him, quickly.

You and Isaac walk back toward the car, but his stoic amusement at your chocolate milkshake incident persists. He shakes his head and smiles at nothing in particular as he unlocks the car remotely. Before you can head over to your door though, he tosses you the keys. “You drive,” he says.

You snatch them out of the air. “Cool,” you say, heading around to the driver’s side and climbing in. You’ve been trying to get practice in so you can ace the driver’s test without doing anything illegal. Though you can drive, following all the little rules that nobody else really cares about is complicated, and DMV people really care about the stuff nobody else does.

You both get in and you start up the jeep. “First time you let me drive the jeep,” you comment.

“I think you’re ready,” Isaac says, buckling his seatbelt.

You back out of the space. “Like I wasn’t ready before,” you say.

He pats the dashboard knowingly. “I’d rather not risk it.”

>>34143280

“What’s with you and this jeep?” you ask, pulling out onto a mostly empty street. “There’s better kinds of cars for what you do,” you say.

“A jeep can do everything good enough,” Isaac explains. Man, he's really not going to budge on this.

You keep your eyes on the road and try to stay in your lane. It’s easier when there’s other cars around you, but it’s good practice. “So it’s not just this jeep, your thing is for all jeeps,” you say, smirking. “What if I said jeeps are kind of lame?”

“Then when you get your license, I’d only let you drive my jeep,” he says. “By the way, I’m impressed that you’ve been keeping up with Ranthix’s regimen. He’s not going easy on you.”

“Yeah, but Ranthix is fun. He’s pretty much full of surprises all the time,” you say, grinning to yourself at the prospect of the inevitable pain of pumping iron and all that junk.

“Full of surprises. That’s a good way to put it,” Isaac says to himself. “Say, if Ranthix really is that fun, you should bring somebody along with you to the gym. I know Rowan would go for it if you asked.”

Now there’s an idea.

>Nah, it’s kind of a one on one kind of thing. Master apprentice, sensei Padawan. You know the drill.
>I’ll mention it, but she’s kind of in the middle of her book.
>She could do with getting off her butt for a couple hours.
>Maybe Moriah’d like to come along. She’s probably feeling lonely because school’s out and her dad’s off doing stuff.
>Hey. Know what's cooler than a jeep? Motorcycles.

>>34143304
>I’ll mention it, but she’s kind of in the middle of her book.
>Not that i wouldn't love to see how well she dose.

>>34143304
>I’ll mention it, but she’s kind of in the middle of her book.
>Hey. Know what's cooler than a jeep? Motorcycles.

Heh, Moriah in Ranthix's training, there's a funny thought. Should be fun to see Rowan try to stand, though.

>>34143304
>She could do with getting off her butt for a couple hours.
>Hey. Know what's cooler than a jeep? Motorcycles.

"It this whole jeep thing because you've been driving them for like seventy years?"

>>34143304
>I’ll mention it, but she’s kind of in the middle of her book.
>Well, she could do with getting off her butt for a couple hours.
>Ok, 'mention' status upgraded to 'pester'.
>Oh yeah!
>Hey. Know what's cooler than a jeep? Motorcycles.

>>34143304
>>I’ll mention it, but she’s kind of in the middle of her book.

Motorcycles are dangerous in any sort of accident.

>>34143304
>She could do with getting off her butt for a couple hours.
>Hey. Know what's cooler than a jeep? Motorcycles.

>>34143304
I want to bring Moriah, but at the same time I don't think she'd be all that cut out for training with Ranthix. She's a fuckin twig and that's even with the glamour that makes her look less twiggy.

Maybe she'd still like to watch, though? I'd always sit on the sidelines and heckle/talk with my brother while he worked out and it was generally enjoyable for both of us.

>>34143617

That's more along the lines of what Sierra has in mind in inviting her.

>>34143304
>>Hey. Know what's cooler than a jeep? Motorcycles.
Subject change now!

>>34143304
>Maybe Moriah’d like to come along. She’s probably feeling lonely because school’s out and her dad’s off doing stuff.
>Hey. Know what's cooler than a jeep? Motorcycles.

>>34143651
Oh, well in that case then I'd be cool with bringing her. I just didn't want this to turn into "Moriah tries to lift, snaps her wrists and be sad".

>>34143304
>She could do with getting off her butt for a couple hours.
>Maybe Moriah’d like to come along. She’s probably feeling lonely because school’s out and her dad’s off doing stuff.
>Hey. Know what's cooler than a jeep? Motorcycles.

>>34143304
>I’ll mention it, but she’s kind of in the middle of her book.
>Maybe Moriah’d like to come along. She’s probably feeling lonely because school’s out and her dad’s off doing stuff.
>Hey. Know what's cooler than a jeep? Motorcycles.

>>34143304
>She could do with getting off her butt for a couple hours.
>Maybe Moriah’d like to come along. She’s probably feeling lonely because school’s out and her dad’s off doing stuff.

>>34143304
>>Nah, it’s kind of a one on one kind of thing. Master apprentice, sensei Padawan. You know the drill.

>>34143304
>>She could do with getting off her butt for a couple hours.
>>Maybe Moriah’d like to come along. She’s probably feeling lonely because school’s out and her dad’s off doing stuff.
>>Hey. Know what's cooler than a jeep? Motorcycles.

>inb4 Ranthix flips 2 whole shits over bringing people

>>34143304
>I’ll mention it, but she’s kind of in the middle of her book.
>She could do with getting off her butt for a couple hours.

>>34143280
If you don't vomit, you haven't worked out.

>>34143304
>I’ll mention it, but she’s kind of in the middle of her book.
>She could do with getting off her butt for a couple hours.
>Maybe Moriah’d like to come along. She’s probably feeling lonely because school’s out and her dad’s off doing stuff.
>Hey. Know what's cooler than a jeep? Motorcycles.

>>34143304
>>Nah, it’s kind of a one on one kind of thing. Master apprentice, sensei Padawan. You know the drill.

>>34144152
I don't think the Crowther's are aware the hollows know they are Hellion.

>>34144239
They are.

>>34144239
They're aware. They're the ones that told the Hallow's they're hellions.

>>34143304
>She could do with getting off her butt for a couple hours.
ROWAN WILL GET HER SHAPELY REAR END KICKED. NO TWO WAYS ABOUT IT

>>34144252
>>34144273
Ahh, okay.

>>34144278
INDEED. WE SHALL UNLEASH THE FULL MIGHT OF OUR PHYSICAL TRAINING UPON THE DEMONBANE SPAWNLING'S SHAPELY REAR END.

>>34144655
>calling her behind shapely
>it doesn't even have a spiky death tail
>isdisspawnlingserious.jpg

>>34143304
>>Maybe Moriah’d like to come along. She’s probably feeling lonely because school’s out and her dad’s off doing stuff.
>>Hey. Know what's cooler than a jeep? Motorcycles.
Heh, Moriah trying to keep up would be both sad and amusing

>>34145156
I think it'll be more along the lines of Moriah laughing her ass off while Ranthix throws Sierra around like a ragdoll.

>>34145024
>Bladed deathtail
>variousdegreesofwant.png

>>34143304
Moriah and Rowan should come. Rowan could benefit from training I'm sure, and something something surround ourselves with strong people I guess.

Moriah because reasons, socializing and stuff I guess.

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>>34145201
Sierra finding his training "fun" reminds me of Gon.

Gon would probably find Ranthix's training fun too

You’re not sure if Rowan can be easily persuaded to give up her book, even if it is for a good cause. That’s not going to stop you though. “She can do with getting off her butt for a couple hours,” you say. “Hey. You think Moriah’d like to come too? Not like, to punch weights, because she’s like, a twig, but just to hang out.”

“That Crowther girl?” Isaac asks. “You know her better than I do. But asking her if she’d like to come along would be the polite thing to do, unless you think she wouldn’t want to be bothered.”

You think about it for a second. You know Moriah thinks Thultal are pretty awesome, so even if she wasn’t doing stuff she’d probably be happy just watching Ranthix go. “I’ll probably shoot her a text or something,” you say. And then a thought occurs to you, completely unrelated to the topic at hand. “Oh yeah. You know what’s totally cooler than motorcycles? I mean jeeps?” Dammit. Surprise ruined.

“Everyone has motorcycles,” Isaac says. “Hell. Most of the best brands are foreign. But you can’t deny there’s something homegrown about a good old fashioned jeep. And a jeep doesn’t kill you when crash,” he adds, a little pointedly.

“Whatevs. No car crash is going to do this in,” you say, indicating yourself with a nod. “And you’re biased anyway, probably. In When’s the first time you jeeped a jeep? Give me a number.”

It takes Isaac a second to translate ‘jeeped’ to mean ‘drove’. He smiles faintly. “July, forty-one. And boy, what a ride.”

>>34145289

You do math. Isaac’s like… ninety? “So this is back when you were what, early twenties?”

“Turned eighteen and got drafted a few months before,” Isaac answers, in his story telling voice.

You hunker down for the storm.

Isaac continues. “I was out on a free run with my unit and a fight broke out – understandable, seeing none of us had anything in common and never planned on being there. Pearl Harbor hadn’t happened yet, see. We were just kids under pressure,” he says. “If we were a regular unit, you’d have a black eye and a bloody nose. But this was a supnat unit, so the loser, a recruit by the name of Sunny, got two broken legs and had an index finger bit off, and the winner took off running.”

“So,” you say, “what’s this have to do with jeeps again?” Not that you have a problem with Isaac’s war stories.

“Hold on,” says Isaac, urging patience on your part. “The instructor ordered the first recruit he laid eyes on to take Sunny to the infirmary with the jeep he’d parked some ways back, while he took off after our deserter. The first recruit he happened to lie eyes on was me,” he says. “Now I’d hardly been in a car before, let alone driven one, so I tried to well or I’d get the bed next to Sunny in the infirmary. Now, that was a very real threat coming from him hem and haw my way out of it. The drill sergeant wouldn’t have it, though. He ordered me to drive, so as you’d expect, I drove just as neat as you’re driving now.”

>>34145305

“Happy ending,” you comment.

“Not yet,” says Isaac. “Turn up here at the light.”

--

Some grandstanding about jeeps and how great they are later, you get home and wrangle Rowan out of her fantasy dreamland of magic and chivalrous, fine-looking dudes covered in plate mail, and get her to get ready for the workout from hell. Okay, maybe that pun is kind of lame. But really, Ranthix is a beast. You give Moriah a call and tell her to come on down, which she agrees to without much effort on your part. Yes – all the best people in the same place at the same time. It will be good.

Rowan drives you down to the place of the workout, and you get out, ready for pain. Or at least you are. Rowan doesn’t know what’s in store yet.

You and Ro walk up to the place, a pretty big establishment with a few floors and glass walls that show you lots of emptiness with lots of nobody doing nothing. Christmas break looks like some serious downtime for the gym in terms of people indoors. You shoot the breeze while you wait for Moriah to arrive – you don’t want to leave her to figure out where you are.

After a while she shows up and comes over, wearing a pair of loose sweatpants and a long sleeved, athletic-looking top. She wears a backpack which you presume contains a change of clothes. Oddly, she wears a pair of thin black biker’s gloves. Still, you’ve grown used to Moriah’s never not wearing gloves thing and have learned not to question it.

>>34145328

“Planning on making use of the track?” you ask, nodding at her runner’s wear.

“There’s a track?” she asks back. She was probably planning on hitting the treadmill.

Rowan looks up at the building. “It’s a quality establishment. Let’s go inside, I’m freezing out here.”

After you get Moriah’s entrance paid for and flash your passes to the guy behind the counter, you make your way to the place where you usually meet up with the big red guy. The place is practically deserted.

Moriah seems in awe of the expanses of rooms and machines. “I thought there would be more people here,” she says.

“Usually is,” you say.

Rowan smirks at you. “Maybe they’re all in the middle of the best parts of whatever books they’re reading right now,” she says a little too casually.

>What, you going to be a librarian when you grow up now?
>Just let me know when you finish so I can close the book-gap.
>Oh shut up about it already.
>So Moriah, how’s vacation treating you? How’s the fam and everything going?
>You get anything good for Christmas? Or do you celebrate Hel’drath kwanza or whatever?
>Ready to pump iron with those skinny arms of yours?
>Other (?)

>>34145350
>Just let me know when you finish so I can close the book-gap.
>You get anything good for Christmas? Or do you celebrate Hel’drath kwanza or whatever?
>Ready to pump iron with those skinny arms of yours?

>>34145350
>The weight will make it better.
>Ha! Get it? Wait, weight? Workout pun!

>>34145350
>>So Moriah, how’s vacation treating you? How’s the fam and everything going?
>>You get anything good for Christmas? Or do you celebrate Hel’drath kwanza or whatever?
>>Ready to pump iron with those skinny arms of yours?

>>34145350
>What, you going to be a librarian when you grow up now?
>Just let me know when you finish so I can close the book-gap.
>So Moriah, how’s vacation treating you? How’s the fam and everything going?
>You get anything good for Christmas? Or do you celebrate Hel’drath kwanza or whatever?

>>34145375
>>34145414
Pretty sure they just do Christmas, what with Wolfgang's talk about how big their dad is on the whole "When on Earth, do as the humans do" thing.

>>34145350
>>You get anything good for Christmas? Or do you celebrate Hel’drath kwanza or whatever?

>>34145350
>Oh shut up about it already.
then >>34145388
>Hell, maybe you'll decide that you'd rather do this than read after we're done. snicker internally
>So Moriah, how’s vacation treating you? How’s the fam and everything going?
>You get anything good for Christmas?

>>34145350
>What, you going to be a librarian when you grow up now?
>You get anything good for Christmas? Or do you celebrate Hel’drath kwanza or whatever?
>Ready to pump iron with those skinny arms of yours?

>>34145350
>>34145457
This sounds good.

>>34145436
They probably celebrate Decemberween.
Good excuse to glean a little cultural information about halth, though.

After all our smack talk about Moriah's noodle arms, it's going to turn out that Hellions are noted both for their amazing magical prowess but also their ability to bench press a truck.

>>34145609
Didn't see anything about that in their demon profile thing from the Q&A thread.

>>34145350
>Oh shut up about it already.
>Just let me know when you finish so I can close the book-gap.
>So Moriah, you get anything good for Christmas? Or do you celebrate Hel’drath kwanza or whatever?

>>34145609
If she lifts small we are not allowed to say "too leetle; take MOAR"

>>34145350
>What, you going to be a librarian when you grow up now?
>Just let me know when you finish so I can close the book-gap.
>So Moriah, how’s vacation treating you? How’s the fam and everything going?
>You get anything good for Christmas? Or do you celebrate Hel’drath kwanza or whatever?

>2 hours

Languid is kill

>>34147243
1 hour 40 min

>>34147243
Lawnguid is at battle!

>>34147243
He's just writing at his usual languid pace.

>>34147278
>>34147278
At least he's not Hexer

>>34147278
The speed of growing grass.

You groan at her. “Oh shut up about it already,” you say. “You sound like a librarian.”

“I’m just teasing,” Rowan says, happily. “It’s just that it was an inconvenient place to stop. I’m on a cliffhanger right now.”

“Well, it’s worth the weight,” you say, snickering to yourself.

“Every time you do this, it gets worse,” Rowan replies, flatly.

“Do what?” Moriah asks, puzzled.

“Don’t ask – agh,” Rowan scoffs.

“Allow me to explain,” you say scientifically.

Moriah is still confused. “What?”

Ro throws her hands in the air. “Great!”

“I said, it’s worth the weight. The weight? Like, we’re going to be exercising, like, lifting weights, but also, it sounds the same as wait. Like the phrase, worth the wait. Wait and weight. I changed the words subtly. Did you notice?” It’s really hard to keep a straight face through the explanation.

“In fact I did, but I didn’t think it was funny,” Moriah replies, speaking almost in a monotone.

“Thank you,” says Rowan, heaving a sigh of relief.

“You guys are a bunch of boring… people,” you say, unable in such short order to come up with something more derogatory that’s not crude. “Well it’s whatever. Moral is, tell me when you’re done so I can close the book gap,” you say to Rowan.

“What are you reading, anyway?” Moriah asks.

“The Elenium,” she answers. “It’s an compendium of a trilogy by David Eddings.”

>>34147354

Moriah thinks on this for a moment. “I prefer his earlier novels myself,” she replies. “The Elenium’s decent, though. The next trilogy is disappointing; you don’t need to read it.”

They begin chatting about things you don’t even begin to understand. Knights and heathen gods and magic spheres of great power. All kinds of things. “You guys are such nerds,” you tell them. Since you don’t want to be left out of the conversation, you change the topic to something you do understand. “So what’d you get for Christmas, Moriah? Anything awesome?”

“Father painted a portrait of Mother for me,” she says, a little distant. “I was surprised.” You feel a kind of wistful impression from her, and decide not to let her dwell on whatever she’s dwelling on.

“Well, how’s the rest of vaycay going for you and the fam?” you ask.

“It’s still warming up,” she says. “Our most serious holiday is New Year’s. Christmas is primarily about everyone giving a present to everybody else.”

“That’s kind of sad,” says Rowan.

“I’ve got a remedy for being sad,” you say as you reach the room where Ranthix usually waits for you to arrive. It’s a weight room, and though there’s like five people there, only one of them is doing anything.

You head inside, flanked by Rowan and Moriah. You all stop to watch the scene that plays out before you.

>>34147500

Ranthix in human disguise finishes benching what looks ilke an enormous amount of rings, and sits it up on the hooks above him with a heave. He pants angrily. “MORE WEIGHT!” he yells, glaring at the big guy at his side. The rest of the lifters are gathered around him, somewhat stupefied by the display.

“Chill out, man. You look like you’re a second away from blowing a gasket,” says a guy from beside him.

“Do you even know how much you’re lifting?” another asks.

“NOT ENOUGH. MORE WEIGHT,” Ranthix orders.

“If I throw fifty more pounds more on there, you’re benching a thousand,” says the first guy, shaking his head in disbelief.

“NUMBERS DON’T CONCERN ME. DO AS I SAY OR GET OUT OF MY WAY.”

“You do know you’re only a hundred sixty pounds off the world record, don’t you?”

Ranthix considers this carefully, and then sits up. Rage and burning life are etched into every fiber of his being, and he almost seems to radiate with power. “THOUSAND HELLS, HOW DID I NOT NOTICE THE FATIGUE THAT HAS SETTLED INTO MY BONES?” he asks, with poorly effected surprise. “CERTAINLY I HAVE OVEREXTENDED MY ALARMINGLY FEEBLE FRAME.” He looks up and notices you, Moriah, and Rowan. He stands suddenly, and addresses those gathered around. “RETURN TO YOUR EFFORTS IN THE PERPETUAL STRUGGLE AGAINST YOUR INNATE FRAILTIES, MY CALIFORNIAN COMRADES.”

>>34147513

After bidding them adieu, Ranthix stomps over and glares at you and your friends-slash-also-your-sister. “WHO FROM THE PIT OF ZAGO’ALLIGAN ARE THESE SPAWNLINGS IN YOUR COMPANY, SPAWNLING?” he yells at you and also them.

Moriah and Rowan are too taken aback to say anything.

>Let them speak for themselves anyway.
>Don’t play all coy and crap. You know exactly who they are.
>Two’s better than one, right? Or I guess three? Like, in my place, I mean. So really it’s four.
>Chillax. Moriah’s going to do her own thing and Rowan’s in better shape than I am.
>Why don’t we have this incredibly loud conversation somewhere where all your friends aren’t starting at you and by extension us?
>Oh, well, you know. They just wanted to see if you were as good a teacher as I said you were. They didn’t believe me.
>Let’s just do the stuff we regularly do, you know, but instead have an extra person. You know.
>Other (?)

>>34147536
>>Let them speak for themselves anyway.

>>34147536
>Oh, well, you know. They just wanted to see if you were as good a teacher as I said you were. They didn’t believe me.

>>34147536
>Don’t play all coy and crap. You know exactly who they are.
>Let’s just do the stuff we regularly do, you know, but instead have an extra person. You know.

>>34147536
>Don’t play all coy and crap. You know exactly who they are.
>Oh, well, you know. They just wanted to see if you were as good a teacher as I said you were. They didn’t believe me.

>>34147536
>>Don’t play all coy and crap. You know exactly who they are.
>>Chillax. Moriah’s going to do her own thing and Rowan’s in better shape than I am.
>>Oh, well, you know. They just wanted to see if you were as good a teacher as I said you were. They didn’t believe me.
>>Let’s just do the stuff we regularly do, you know, but instead have an extra person. You know.

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>>34147536
>Don’t play all coy and crap. You know exactly who they are.
>>Oh, well, you know. They just wanted to see if you were as good a teacher as I said you were. They didn’t believe me.

Deploy shit-eating grin.

>>34147513
>>34147536
Everything Ranthix says is golden

>>34147536
>>Don’t play all coy and crap. You know exactly who they are.
>>Chillax. Moriah’s going to do her own thing and Rowan’s in better shape than I am.

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>>34147581

>>34147536
>>Chillax. Moriah’s going to do her own thing and Rowan’s in better shape than I am.

>>34147536
>>Oh, well, you know. They just wanted to see if you were as good a teacher as I said you were. They didn’t believe me.

>>34147536
>Chillax. Moriah’s going to do her own thing and Rowan’s in better shape than I am.
>Let’s just do the stuff we regularly do, you know, but instead have an extra person. You know.

>>34147536
>PIT OF ZAGO’ALLIGAN
Do we even know what the fuck that is?

>>34147536
>Why don’t we have this incredibly loud conversation somewhere where all your friends aren’t starting at you and by extension us?
>Oh, well, you know. They just wanted to see if you were as good a teacher as I said you were. They didn’t believe me.
>Chillax. Moriah’s going to do her own thing and Rowan’s in better shape than I am.

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>>34147581
>Captcha: cumulative senshi
You read my mind, captcha.

>>34147513
>Rowan and Moriah reading David Eddings
>Not Terry Prattchett
>Not Neil Gaiman
>Not Good Omens

I did not think they would have such plebeian taste.

>>34147536
>Chillax. Moriah’s going to do her own thing and Rowan’s in better shape than I am.
>Oh, well, you know. They just wanted to see if you were as good a teacher as I said you were. They didn’t believe me.
>Why don’t we have this incredibly loud conversation somewhere where all your friends aren’t starting at you and by extension us?

>>34147796

Replace David Eddings with your preferred author. I try to stick with what I know.

>>34147796
I'd be surprised if two sci-fi/fantasy nerds hadn't read at least some Pratchett and Gaiman, just assume they just aren't reading them right now.

>>34147841
Sure, no problem. In all seriousness, David Eddings isn't that bad. Though I guess I kind of went off of him after The Redemption of Althalus. Very lack lustre

>>34147796
Pratchett's decent, Gaiman's alright, and Good Omens is a great book. You should real a few books by them, Languid.

I wonder what Sierra would think about the Kingkiller Chronicles

>>34148155
Boring, Boring, cool magic shit, Boring, little too close to home, HA look at that teacher get a singed foot, DRAGONS.

>>34148155
Likely she'd throw up after the third fucking time the Kvothe had to deal with Denna. I know I almost did.

>>34148210
Only read the first book so far so this is all I've got

>>34148155
its a fucking good 2 books so far

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>>34147500
>vaycay

>>34148210
>>34148218
>>34148232
They have their ups and downs, but overall I enjoy them. Can't fucking wait for the third one.

>>34148260

(spoken ironically [hopefully])

>>34148260
i just realized that sierra will say things like "hella" because she's from Northern California...

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>>34148401
Ain't no Cal like NoCal!

>>34148524
Norcal*, but no big whoop. i find it funny that i can go to any landmark mentioned in the quest in about 3 1/2 hours.

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Every time Sierra / Languid describes Isaac as a dad, I get a warm, fuzzy feeling. Also when Ro is mentioned as a sister.

Horns changed. I need to learn to draw a more western style things instead of skirting along anime-like stuff.

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>>34148731
THAT IS ADORABLE

“Don’t play all coy with me,” you say to Ranthix, leading the group and conversation outside and into the hall, where you have less people staring at you. “You know exactly who they are.”

“YES, WHILE THAT MAY BE SO, DO I KNOW WHAT THEY ARE DOING IN YOUR COMPANY?” Ranthix asks, begging the question. “NO, NO I DO NOT KNOW AT ALL.”

“Oh, well, you know,” you say, taking advantage of Rowan and Moriah’s being overwhelmed to shove words into their mouths, “they were just curious to see if you were as good a trainer sensei person as I said you were. They didn’t believe me.”

It’s payback time for getting your puns so baselessly insulted.

But unfortunately, Ranthix doesn’t quite take the bait. “AS MUCH AS DISSUADING YOUR COMPANIONS OF THEIR DUPLICITOUS ASSUMPTIONS WOULD AMUSE ME, I AM NOT THE SOLVER OF ALL YOUR GIRLISH DIFFICULTIES, SPAWNLING,” he lectures you.

“Girlish?” you ask, getting kind of annoyed. (+2 Stress: 6/100)

“YES. AS IN, A QUALITY BECOMING OF A YOUNG, WILY FEMALE SUCH AS YOURSELF,” he explains. “INSTEAD OF BRINGING YOUR PROBLEMS HERE, YOU SHOULD HAVE DEFENDED MY HONOR THROUGH DIFFERENT MEANS. BEATING THEM SOUNDLY INTO SUBMISSION WITH THE TECHNIQUES I HAVE SHOWN YOU WOULD HAVE GONE FAR IN PROVING HOW TERRIBLE AND MIGHTY A SAGE I AM, ALL WITHOUT EVER TROUBLING ME.”

Moriah sniggers at your reversal of fortune. It’s not easy to make her laugh aloud. Rowan is still trying to piece together what’s going on, though, and doesn’t get to join in.

>>34148859
You feel moderately insulted. Which is par the course with Ranthix, actually. It just feels worse now that there’s people to witness it. “Okay whatever, drop it,” you say. “Let’s just do stuff.”

“HOW? YOU ARE ONE THING, THESE TWO ARE TWO OTHER THINGS ENTIRELY UNRELATED,” he says. “THEY KNOW NOTHING.”

“I do not know nothing,” Rowan argues, a little offended.

Ranthix cackles at her. “IT’S ‘I DO NOT KNOW ANYTHING’,” he says. “DOUBLE NEGATIVES ARE STRICTLY AGAINST THE RULES OF YOUR OWN ENGLISH GRAMMAR, DEMONBANE. YOU THOUGHT YOU CAME HERE TO LEARN OF THE ART OF ARMS, WHEN IN FACT YOU HAVE JUST LEARNED YOUR NATIVE TONGUE FROM A FOREIGN TRAVELLER,” he says, glowering at her. “HOW DISGRACEFUL IT MUST BE TO BE YOU AT THIS MOMENT.”

“Disgraceful, sure, whatever,” you say, trying to get him out of talk-mode and into fight-mode. “Anyway, less talking more training and everything. Ro’s better than me almost all the time, and Moriah’s just spectating and doing her own thing, so it’s not like you need to like, switch up the game plan too much.”

Rowan considers you critically for a moment, and then turns back to Ranthix. “Okay, if you’re going to be pedantic about how I talk, then why the heck don’t you even mention half the stuff that Sierra says?”

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The hits just keep coming!

>>34148878
>YOU THOUGHT YOU CAME HERE TO LEARN OF THE ART OF ARMS, WHEN IN FACT YOU HAVE JUST LEARNED YOUR NATIVE TONGUE FROM A FOREIGN TRAVELLER,” he says, glowering at her. “HOW DISGRACEFUL IT MUST BE TO BE YOU AT THIS MOMENT.”

Breathing becomes increasingly difficult

>>34148878
>YOU THOUGHT YOU CAME HERE TO LEARN OF THE ART OF ARMS, WHEN IN FACT YOU HAVE JUST LEARNED YOUR NATIVE TONGUE FROM A FOREIGN TRAVELLER
Oh snap!

>>34148878
THE IMPERIATE HAS LENIENCES AFFORDED THAT YOU DO NOT, DEMONBANE WHELPLING

>>34148878

“BECAUSE I AM PESTERING AND INSULTING YOU FOR MY OWN AMUSEMENT, SPAWNLING. I DO NOT PESTER OR INSULT THE IMPERIATE OVER PEDANTRY,” says Ranthinx, looking annoyed that he even has to explain the concept to anyone.

Moriah’s smiling an unhealthy amount for Moriah. She looks like she’s on some kind of ultra-drug.

Ranthix continues, unabated. “NEEDLESS INSULTS WOULD ENGENDER HER IRE, AND WOULD NOT IMPROVE HER MODE OF SPEECH ANYWAY. ALSO, I FIND HER SILLY LIBERALISM WITH YOUR LANGUAGE VAGUELY ENDEARING.”

Rowan tries not to laugh too much at the statement.

As for you, you don’t know if you should be insulted or flattered. (+2 Stress: 8/100)

>Everybody quit smiling at me!
>What’s wrong with what I talk like?
>Uh. What?
>Thanks. I… wait.
>Let’s just like. Let's just do pushups or something already.
>Other (?)

>>34148946
>>Thanks. I… wait.
>>Let’s just like. Let's just do pushups or something already.

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>>34148878
>Ranthix cackles at her. “IT’S ‘I DO NOT KNOW ANYTHING’,” he says.

>>34148946
>Thanks. I… wait.
>Let’s just like. Let's just do pushups or something already.

>>34148946
>Try not to laugh
>Laugh

>>34148946
>Thanks. I… wait.
>What’s wrong with what I talk like?
>Let’s just like. Let's just do pushups or something already.

>Everybody quit smiling at me!
>What’s wrong with what I talk like?

>>34148946
>Thanks. I… wait.
>Uh. What?
>What’s wrong with what I talk like?

>>34148946
>>Thanks. I… wait.
>>Uh. What?
>>Everybody quit smiling at me!
>>What’s wrong with what I talk like?
>>Let’s just like. Let's just do pushups or something already.


>tfw every option is best option

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>>34148946
>>Thanks. I… wait.
>>Let’s just like. Let's just do pushups or something already.
>>Everybody quit smiling at me!

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Man Ranthix is fun.`

>>34148946
>“BECAUSE I AM PESTERING AND INSULTING YOU FOR MY OWN AMUSEMENT, SPAWNLING. I DO NOT PESTER OR INSULT THE IMPERIATE OVER PEDANTRY,”
Jesus christ, Languid, that's hilarious!

>>34148946
>Everybody quit smiling at me!
>Let’s just like. Let's just do pushups or something already.
>Cursed Thultal, bloody demonsbanes and Hellions I'll show mumble mumble

>>34148946
>>Uh. What?
>>Thanks. I… wait.
>>Let’s just like. Let's just do pushups or something already.

>>34148946
THE ANGEL SPAWNLING HAS NOW BEEN DEFINITIVELY TRANSPORTED TO THE PLACE OF LEARNING. HA.

LET US FLEX.

Ranthix a best

but anyways,

>Thanks. I… wait.
>Uh. What?
>What’s wrong with what I talk like?
>Let’s just like. Let's just do pushups or something already.

>>34147536
>Why don’t we have this incredibly loud conversation somewhere where all your friends aren’t starting at you and by extension us?
>Chillax. Moriah’s going to do her own thing and Rowan’s in better shape than I am.
>Let’s just do the stuff we regularly do, you know, but instead have an extra person. You know.

>>34149069
slowpoke.jpg

Something about the tone of Ranthix’s voice mingled with the word ‘endearing’ makes you think maybe you’re getting a compliment. “Thanks,” you say. “I…. wait.” He was talking about the way you talk. Like, as in, he couldn’t fix it? Like, there’s something wrong with what you sound like? “What’s wrong with the way I talk like?” you ask, feeling maybe a little hurt for some reason. (+4 Stress: 12/100)

“Nothing,” Moriah reassures you. “You don’t care about how other people think of you anyway, don’t you?”

You snort derisively. “Hell no,” you reply, trying to focus on that thought. Who gives a crap what anyone thinks? Nobody cares and it doesn’t matter anyway. (-3 Stress: 9/100) “Let’s just. Let’s just like, I don’t know, do pushups or something,” you say, wandering off in a direction that seems thematically appropriate.

“YES. COME, DEMONBANE,” says Ranthix, clapping a hand on Rowan’s shoulder and steering her after you. “LET US SHOW YOU THE PATH OF TRUE STRENGTH.”

--End Part 53—

Next thread tomorrow at 6:00 PM MST.

>>34149361
>“You don’t care about how other people think of you anyway, don’t you?”
At least she likes to pretend she doesn't.

>>34149361
Thanks for running Languid. How many more SOL-type threads are we in for? Not that I'm eager to get back into battle or anything.

>>34149361
Thanks for running

>>34149538

I go with the flow. I didn't expect this one to have so much banter in it, but we'll see.

>>34149361
Thanks for the thread.
Ranthix is fucking awesome. Every time I don't think his scenes can live up to the previous, but he proves me wrong and it's awesome.

>>34149361
Thanks for running, boss.

>>34149361
6PM? It's like you don't want me to play! What happened to 8AM? ;_;

Thanks for running, meighte.

>>34149361
>>34149569

Thanks for running!!
This thread's banter has been pretty awesome.

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Hey Lawngod, saw your request in the drawthread the other day. Hope you find this sketch adequate.