>>35001232
[2/3]

The trunk pops open. You’re all immediately grabbed and thrown out. They didn’t even bother binding you, someone is pretty confident of their chances. You three stand up, and dust yourselves off to see your assailants.

You growl under your breath. “Nazis.”

“Well, if it is not Lady Liberty!” You are surrounded by an entire platoon of gas masked solders in trenchcoats wielding assault rifles, machine guns, and anti-magical countermeasures of all kinds. You look to that voice, that familiar voice. A hearty, sharp grin that would make you vomit every time you see it.

>> KNIVES <<
>> Leader of the Magisch Korps Elite Four <<

She grins, licking at her teeth and looking upon like a fat nobleman would look upon a leg of chicken. “My most favorite American.” She drops her smile and looks to your friends. “And company.”

“Hey!” Sumire points at Knives. “You bothered to kidnap us, show us some respect!”

“Quiet, Lightning.” You gently bring Sumire’s hand down. “You’re embarrassing me.”

Knives giggles. “Ehehe~… taking charge. I like that! Do you know where we are?”

You look back to see a gigantic warehouse building. Above the great big doors is the logo of the Savage Corporation. Oh, you definitely know.

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>>35001246
“Nope.” You shake your head, shrugging.

“Do not play dumb with me,” says Knive. “I will know! And do not try to escape either. We have the entire locked down for miles, and even here we have brought extensive measures to keep you here.” She crosses her arms. “Impressive, no?”

“Why not just the collars?” you ask.

She shrugs. “Impersonal, and there is something you know about. Something that has to do with magic. You and Doctor Savage discovered it when you were just thirteen, no? I bet you were quite the sexy little lady then, you are now, in fact.” She licks her lips, narrowing her eyes. Ugh…

But you know what she’s talking about.

> “You can go ahead and shoot us if you think I’ll lead you there.”
> “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
> “Even if I lead you to it, what makes you think you can handle it?”
> Write in

>>35001267
>> “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

>>35001267
> “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

>>35001267
>> “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Playing dumb is always a good plan.

Fuck yeah, Liberty's back! I missed these guys, even Knives. Especially Knives.

>>35001267
>> “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Why don't Liberty and Knives just fuck already? And does German have a kidnapping fetish? It keeps happening.

>>35001267
>> “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Liberty is back and our first scene is with Knives, I couldn't be happier

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> “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

You cross your arms. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Knives coos. “Ooohooo… playing hard to get.” She smiles, leaning in closer to you. You can feel her breath on your face and wow no that is not attractive at all. “But I know you know what he knows, are you understanding?”

“Not really.”

“The Shard.” She straightens out, placing her hands on the holsters of her anti-magical knives on her belt. “Not the Atlantean one, we have moved on from that disaster. But this one is a little more… cosmic in nature.” She licks her sharp teeth again, grinning. “Has Kirby ever told you of his origins?”

“What about it?”

“Ah.” Knives giggles again. “I know something you do not. But you know what this thing is. What it does. And what it can do. And it is in there. You lead it to us, we let you off with nothing but a kiss on the cheek. And maybe the breast and the uh… well you get the idea. Hehehe.”

You look back at the warehouse. The Shard. Oh boy.

“What’s she talking about?” asks Rana. Always so curious she is. Oh great. You told Doctor Savage to keep it in his Fortress of Solitude, not here in the sticks of Italy. Darn it, darn it.

Knives’ compatriots of the Elite Four arrive, standing behind her. The troopers of the Magisch Korps also raise their guns, right at you. “So what will it be?”

> Spit in her face.
> “Follow me.”
> Write in

>>35001648
>> Spit in her face.
More flirting with Knives

>>35001648
>> Spit in her face.
Kinky. I know Liberty is not at all attracted to Knives, I just like fooling around.

>>35001648
> Spit in her face.

>>35001648
>> Spit in her face.
Death before dishonor.

>>35001648
>> Spit in her face.

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>>35001232
OMFG! This quest is back! I'm all smiles now.

> Spit in her face.

You draw back and spit right into Knives’ cheek. “Go to hell.”

Knives wipes the saliva off her cheek with her finger, then gently pops it into her mouth, smiling. You shudder. Disgusting. With a pop, she pulls out her fingers and says, “You taste quite good. Perhaps you would be willing to-”

“Absolutely not.”

Knives huffs. “Fine then. Then what say we just find this thing on our own, and we can just kill you here and now. I do not mind having sex with your corpse, you may not fight back which is a shame but at least I get to have you.” She grins, quirking her brow upwards. “You will be just as frosty as you are now.”

Ugh, everything this girl is saying is making you want to barf. You shake your head. “You don’t know what the Shard can do.”

“Maybe I do and I’d like to use it to shave my legs,” she says. She lifts up her skirt a tad, exposing her thigh. “Speaking of which, how are they? Smooth?”

Sumire shrugs. “I like them.”

“Thank you, even my oriental compatriot agrees!” She quickly shoves you back, then a soldier start frogmarching the three of you into the warehouse. “Anyway, we will find it, and we will use you to do it because it is easier.”

The warehouse is filled to burst with crates of all sizes. Crates here, crates there. Crates tied up in ropes, chains, and tape. Crates covered in tarps, paint, or other crates. Crates, crates, crates! The soldiers all stand behind you, aiming their guns as you lead them in.

Sumire leans towards you. “What’s the plan?” she whispers to you.

> “We grab the Shard and go.”
> “I’ll lead them to it then we grab it and go.”
> “We run for it.”
> Write in

>>35001985
> “I’ll lead them to it then we grab it and go.”

>>35001985
> “I’ll lead them to it then we grab it and go.”

>>35001985
>“We grab the Shard and go.”
High risk, high reward!

>>35001985
>> “I’ll lead them to it then we grab it and go.”
We can't just leave it here now that they now it's here

>Knives wipes the saliva off her cheek with her finger, then gently pops it into her mouth, smiling. You shudder. Disgusting. With a pop, she pulls out her fingers and says, “You taste quite good. Perhaps you would be willing to-”
Oh Knives

>>35001985
>> “I’ll lead them to it then we grab it and go.”
Heavy risk, but the prize.

>>35001985
> “We run for it.”
Ain't nobody got time for this.

>>35002049
>Oh Knives
I don't usually like the type, but dammit I can't help but like her.

>>35001985
>> “I’ll lead them to it then we grab it and go.”

Just for reference sake, this is NOT the Indiana Jones warehouse where they stored the Ark, isn't it?

> “I’ll lead them to it then we grab it and go.”

“Follow my lead.” Sumire nods. You look back to Knives, the rest of the Elite Four, and the Nazi Soldiers. They trail you with vehicles as well, Kubelwagons, halftracks, and Opel Blitzes. “Listen, I can lead you all there, but… I need your anti-magic.”

A soldier laughs. “Why would we give you ammunition?” He hefts his anti-magical rifle, the magazine casing glowing blue.

Knives takes the magazine from his rifle. “Now, soldaten, we listen.” She tosses it to you. You catch it and then crack it against your knee. The anti-magic stings and burns on your skin, then you toss the cracked magazine into the air.

The glowing goo of anti-magic then sparkles and shoots into a straight line down the warehouse before dissipating in a cloud of smoke. The soldiers stand there, dumbfounded.

[1/2]

>>35002375
[2/2]

…

…

A helmet is acquired for more pouring of anti-magic. Soldiers have cracked open their magazine casings to pour down more anti-magic. You shake it up a bit, the goo swishing and swirling inside. You spill a few drops onto the ground. The little drops splatter, then start darting across the floor, and right below a few crates, burning holes into the wood. “There,” says Knives.

You hold out your hand. “Shotgun shells.” A soldier walks up to you, then starts pumping his anti-magical shotgun. The glowing blue shells drop into your hand. Good, good. You toss them at the crate. The shells start rolling upwards over the crate and out of sight. “Past this crate.” A pair of soldiers move the crate out of the way.

And there you see it, the shotgun shells roll up over a metallic case no bigger than the ones used for storing guitars. Knives signals for a pair of soldiers to walk up to it. Their anti-magical rifles shake a bit as they approach it. Soon however, they stick a crowbar into the casing, and then pry it open.

The anti-magical weapons of the two soldiers fly out of their hands and start sticking down to the artifact.

>> THE SHARD OF THE IMMATERIUM <<

It is a shard, like a glass shard as big as a person’s arm. Jagged, sharp, like a stylized lightning bolt. “Careful how you handle it. It is a very sharp,” you say clearly to Knives.

“How?” asks Knives.

“Sharp enough to cut holes in the fabric of reality.”

“Hm.” Knives smirks. “That is why Lady Engelhardt wants it.” She signals for a group of soldiers to come grab it. “Now, take it.”

Sumire and Rana look at you, ready.

> Transform and attack! (Roll 1d20, best of three)
> Attack as normal (Roll 1d20, best of three)
> Write in

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>35002395
> Transform and attack! (Roll 1d20, best of three)

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>35002395
>Transform and attack! (Roll 1d20, best of three)
Surely this thing attracts anti-magic, but is not anti-magic itself, nor emits an anti-magic aura.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>35002395
>Transform and attack! (Roll 1d20, best of three)
C'mon dice!

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>35002395
> Use some remaining anti-magic to distract the soldiers long enough to abscond with the artefact.

>>35002434
>>35002435
>>35002437
How... average.

>>35002473
Dice aren't on Liberty's side today.

>>35002473
Below, really.

>>35002395
>> Transform and attack! (Roll 1d20, best of three)
Those are some very OWQ like rolls

>>35002395
>Transform and attack!
We may have already failed, but I'm supporting it anyway.

>>35002506
It's not like we did so poorly that Knives handily defeats Liberty, ripping her costume to shreds and tying her down so she can straddle the helpless heroine and...

... I'll be in my bunk.

>>35002535
Go figure, we're in a quest where critfails would be as desirable as critsuccesses.
Not for poor Libby, though.

>>35002535
Knives never used to be this lewd, at first she was just cutely masochistic.

>>35002613
It happened pretty quickly though I remember her being even lewder back before the long hiatus now thankfully ended.

>>35002613
Her lewdness was clearly escalating. Remember when she tried to do things to Liberty while searching for Atlantis?

> Transform and attack! (Roll 1d20, best of three)

“Think fast!” You stomp on the shard, sending it flying in the air. The soldiers yell, stepping back.

Then in that space of time, you transform. Your clothes rip and shred away to be replaced by your uniform. A hardy leather jacket. A blue skirt. Big gloves. White tights and black jackboots. And sparkling hair. Your shields spin up from your gloves, shining brightly as they grow to their standard size.

>> MAGICAL GIRL LIBERTY! <<

You grab the shard by the flats, and quickly slash one of the soldiers. He cries a bloodcurdling scream as he starts disintegrating, then melting into a pile of green magical goop.

“Get her!” screams Knives as she runs off, too late for you to do anything. The soldiers with weapons that are not powered by anti-magic run at you.

Then are stopped by a hail of cuts and slashes lightning fast.

>> MAGICAL GIRL LIGHTNING! <<

The soldiers drop to the ground, bloodied and stuck like pigs.

You drop the Shard back into the case and close it up. “What’s the plan, Libby!?”

> Split up!
> Stay together!
> Write in

>>35002667
>Stay together!
The shard is the objective here, we keep it safe as best we can.

>>35002667
>> Stay together!
And get out

>>35002667
>Stay together!
We're too heavily outnumbered to split up right now.

>>35002667
> Stay together!
Libby is scarred by divorce after all.

Oh wow. MG Liberty is back!

>>35002667
>Stay together!
When has splitting up ever been a good choice?

>>35002667
>>Stay together!
We did pretty good for a ten.

>>35002730
... Wait, what if this is the movie the Animation Club produced? Who's the voice of Knives, then?

>>35002754
Eh, it's not like the mooks were much of a threat to us anyway. The real problem is that Knives is still up and about and probably rallying reinforcements as we speak.

>>35002667
> Stay together!

>>35002771
Kitten. Who else?

>>35002771
Clara Savage, maybe? It would have to be either Knives or Sumire for her.

> Stay together!

“Stay on me! Come on!” You three begin running down a corridor of boxes and items. The high ceiling, the long passageway, this warehouse is gigantic! You need to talk to Doctor Savage about storing his artifacts better because darn! This is not an easy place to traverse!

“There!” A group of soldiers appears from around the corner, several meters ahead of you. They raise their glowing anti-magical rifles.

“Not if I can help it!” Bomber jumps in front of you and pulls the bolt back on her dual M1921 Thompsons.

>> MAGICAL GIRL BOMBER! <<

She sprays the lot. They get swiss-cheesed and ventilated by magical .45 ACP, and drop like sacks of potatoes. You keep on running without a second thought. “Do you know where the way out!?” asks Lightning.

“I should!” you say. “There should be a back way out of here!” You turn another corner.

Only to face down a tank.

>> PANZER IV AUSF. D2 <<
>> THE ANTI-MAGICAL CANNON TANK <<

Ah, that’s not good.

>> Attack! (Roll 1d20, best of three)
>> Run away! (Roll 1d20, best of three)
> Write in

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>35003098
Are we going to try and steal this one too?

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>35003098
>> Attack! (Roll 1d20, best of three)

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>35003098
>>> Run away! (Roll 1d20, best of three)

>>35002820
More than once I wondered if all of Schteel's quests happen in one same setting.
First there's Liberty and her adventures with the Nazis.
Then the Neuroi come and destroy a lot of that, and the Witches are some of what's left.
The war against the Neuroi is won, but the landmass was plagued with the miasma. Cue the schoolboats, and LGA.

And all throughout it the Savage family features in major or minor extent. Clara may be a descendant from Doc and possibly Rookie

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>>35003098
> Attack!
At least it's not a Su.

>>35003098
>> Attack!
It's Liberty, we always attack tanks head on!
Think we could steal it?

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>35003098
>> Attack!

>>35003138
Well then. Another tank for us.

>>35003385
They're giving Liberty all these wonderful toys.

>> Attack! (CRITICAL SUCCESS)

“Duck!” You drop the case and raise your shields. Lightning and Bomber quickly take cover behind you. The whining hiss of the energy cannon starts filling your ears. Here it comes!

The shot blasts forth, then bounces off your shields. It flies right back at the tank, covering it in anti-magical energy and disintegrating the hull. It melts into nothing but a black, smoldering, pile of goop.

…

You all stand there, shocked. “Wow,” says Lightning.

“Yeah.” You look at your shields. “I don’t normally get to do that.”

Your ears perk up. Oh boy, more soldiers! Now what?

> Start climbing over boxes. You might cover more ground but face Knives and her crew.
> Keep in the corridors. The exit is going to be more obvious and you will likely face more tanks and soldiers.
> Write in

>>35003409
> Keep in the corridors. The exit is going to be more obvious and you will likely face more tanks and soldiers.

>>35003409
>> Start climbing over boxes. You might cover more ground but face Knives and her crew.
We can take on those nerds

>>35003409
> Start climbing over boxes. You might cover more ground but face Knives and her crew.

Time to face off with her.

>>35003409
>> Keep in the corridors. The exit is going to be more obvious and you will likely face more tanks and soldiers.
I may love those adorable crazy nazis, but I still want to see as little of them as possible in this case.

>>35003409
> Start climbing over boxes. You might cover more ground but face Knives and her crew.

I want more time with Knives. We should try to capture her.

>>35003409
>> Start climbing over boxes. You might cover more ground but face Knives and her crew.

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>>35003409
>> Start climbing over boxes. You might cover more ground but face Knives and her crew.
Keep imitating the best Indiana Jones movie.

>>35003409
> Start climbing over boxes. You might cover more ground but face Knives and her crew.

Someone should write a Knives/Liberty fapfic.

>>35003552
>best Indiana Jones movie
Kingdom of the Crystal Skull?

>>35003593
Don't tempt me. Really, don't. It'd get depraved real quick real fast.

>>35003674
The Fate of Atlantis?
...no, wait....

>>35003699
Random aside, am I the only one who's seen the Indiana Jones miniseries where he's a soldier in WWI?

>>35003686
It should be depraved. Knives is involved.

>>35003686
Especially after the spiked dildo comes into play.

>>35003720
I seem to recall some Young Indy tv series that I caught on and off.

>>35003729
>>35003728
Depravitymind.

>>35003729
And in good Knives fashion, it's not sure who gets to use it.

>>35003729
Oh god. I'm having flashbacks to Kushiel's Avatar.

>>35003758
Libby, but it is Knives who puts it on her.

> Start climbing over boxes. You might cover more ground but face Knives and her crew.

You three hop up and onto the crates, high above the corridors of the warehouse. “Da sind sie! Feuer!” Tracers start shredding through wood. You look down to see a Kubelwagon, loaded with an MG-34 in the back. You hop and skip, dodging bullets.

“Whoo!” Lightning laughs as she ducks under a stream of tracers. “I’m having a lot of fun, Libby!”

You hop over a gap. You look down to the Kubelwagon crash through a pile of crates. The explosion of wood knocks over a group of soldiers on the other side. The car spins out of control and explodes into a burst of flame. Get wrecked, losers.

Lightning yells, “Watch out!” Bomber gets pushed off the crates down the corridor. In her place is the girl with the sword, Rapier. Court Sword and Sabre drop down from the ceiling as well, engaging Lightning.

You raise your shields, but suddenly- “AH!” You scream as Knives jumps onto your back and bites down on your neck. You spin around, off balance as Rapier tries to get a bead on you. Knives does her best to hold onto you, even gripping onto your breasts as you feel her tongue and her spittle soak over your skin.

> Throw Knives off! (Roll 1d20, best of three)
> Engage Rapier! (Roll 1d20, best of three)
> Write in

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>35003829
>> Engage Rapier! (Roll 1d20, best of three)
The more difficult one, but more entertaining.

>>35003829
> Engage Rapier! (Roll 1d20, best of three)
Oh god, I can imagine Liberty running along fighting Nazis with Knives hanging on trying to be lewd.

>>35003829dice+1d20
>> Engage Rapier! (Roll 1d20, best of three)
As long as Knives isn't stabbing us and is giving me a boner she can stay on

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>35003829
>>> Engage Rapier! (Roll 1d20, best of three)

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>35003829
>> Engage Rapier! (Roll 1d20, best of three)
Knives pls

>>35003869
>trying to be lewd
>trying

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>35003829
>> Throw Knives off! (Roll 1d20, best of three)
Harsh love!

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>35003829
>Knives does her best to hold onto you, even gripping onto your breasts as you feel her tongue and her spittle soak over your skin.
Schteel pls, it's going to be violent and the only person that is going to get a boner is me if you keep this up

>>35003964
>implying you are the only one who wants violence

Let's do this whole escape carrying Knives.

On the positive side Knives is lusting Libby (that sounded like a porn movie title) enough to skip chances to kill her.

>>35004074
If we keep her distracted by letting her stay on our back, we can keep her mostly out of the fight. And give her enough chances to gather enough blood and other bits of Liberty to create an evil werewolf clone of Liberty.

>>35004163
>Knives
>not wanting the real Liberty's D

>>35004163
"I built it with love!"

>>35004196
It's their child. Her love for Evil Liberty (we need a name for her) is different than her love for Liberty.

Both involve whips and chains and other implements.

>>35004244
Evil Liberty is naturally called Anarchy ./pol

>>35004274
Wouldn't Tyranny work better?

>>35004244
>Evil Liberty (we need a name for her)
Chains?

> Engage Rapier!

You fall to one knee, using your shields to balance. “Hm… hm…” Knives sinks her teeth further into your neck. You can feel blood spurting out! You look to see Rapier, coming to thrust her anti-magical rapier at you. You raise your shield. The point glances off, and you follow it up with a shield punch to the gut.

She doubles over, backing up and holding her gut. “Insolent!” Rapier yells. She recovers and charges at you again.

You respond with a shield throw. It whistles as it flies, then smashes right into Rapier’s chest. She flips over backwards, flying right off the crate and down the corridor below.

You grab onto Knives’ arms, then rip them away from your body and spin around. She slowly comes off from your back and dizzily sways. With one flourishing motion, you hit her with the full front of your shield. She falls over, completely KO’d.

Lightning hops over, having knocked Court Sword and Sabre out of the fight. “Where’s the kid?” she asks. You both look down to see Bomber, engaged in combat with soldiers.

> Hop down and help her.
> “Come to us, Bomber!”
> Write in

>>35004300
Maaybe byt Tyranny doesn't even pretend to have liberty

>>35004317
> “Come to us, Bomber!”

Push some crates off the edge and onto the soldiers.

>>35004317
>> “Come to us, Bomber!”

>>35004317
>> “Come to us, Bomber!”
Toss a shield at those Krauts!

>>35004317
>“Come to us, Bomber!”
Cover her.

>>35004317
> Hop down and help her.

>>35004317
> “Come to us, Bomber!”

Also pick up Knives. Hostages are always good.

>>35004413
You just want Liberty to have payback on her, huh? Having her own chance to do sick and twisted things to Knives like hugging her gently, stroking her hair and telling her she's a good girl, then taking her out for a nice seafood dinner AND NOT CALLING HER THE NEXT DAY.

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>>35004459

>>35004459
>AND NOT CALLING HER THE NEXT DAY.
You monster. Liberty couldn't do that, not even to her most hated enemies.

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>>35004547
Dark things lurk in the hearts of magical girls, even ones like Liberty. Few know how deep the shadows in her heart goes.

>>35004459
That last one is too far. Even worse than sex in the missionary position.

>>35004621
You mean the most depraved act of all, holding hands?

> “Come to us, Bomber!”

“Bomber!” You yell to her, waving upwards. She looks up, then slaps one of the soldiers with the barrel of her Thompson. She points them downwards, and starts blasting full auto. The sheer recoil blasts her upwards and up next to you. “Nice work,” you say.

“Hey Krauts!” yells Bomber. She pushes down a huge heavy crate. “Catch!”

It drops down on them, and smashes them into the concrete floor.

“Alright, we need to get moving!” says Lightning. She points her Naginata to the door. “Come on!”

…

…

You burst through the door. “Alright, we can grab a car and-“ You stop as you see just what’s coming. An entire company of gas masked troops stand before, along with several tanks.

“Drop the magic! And the case!” yells someone over a loudspeaker. “Surrender, or you will be shot!

Heh. Like that’ll happen.

> Attack! Break through! (Roll 1d20, best of three)
> Combo attack with Lightning (Roll 1d20, best of three)
> Combo attack with Bomber (Roll 1d20, best of three)
> Combo attack with Both (Roll 1d20, best of three)
> Write in

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>35004801
>> Combo attack with Both (Roll 1d20, best of three)
All together now!

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>35004801
>> Combo attack with Both (Roll 1d20, best of three)
Let's try this.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>35004801
>> Combo attack with Both (Roll 1d20, best of three)
And get out

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>>35004863

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>>35004863
>>35004885

>>35004863
>>35004885
Holy fuck, we're so very dead.

>>35004863
>>35004885
...

Well, guess Knives will get to enjoy herself after all.

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>>35004863
>>35004885

>>35004931
Yep. That's a good thing, since we didn't grab her after we KO'd her.

>>35004931
Oh christ

>>35005094
... I should probably start getting writing, huh?

And yeah, I was the guy who rolled the first 1

>>35005117
Definitely. Please.

>>35005094
>>Oh christ
That'll be one of her inspirations, yes.

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> Combo attack with Both (CRITICAL FAILURE)

“Lightning, Bomber!” You charge up your weapons. It’s time for a Combination Attack! You spin up your shields, Bomber smashes her Thompsons together to form an M2 Browning, and Lightning charges the blade of her naginata into a glowing violet conduit of energy. You all charge!

“Whoa!” The ground explodes in front of you, forcing you all to stop. Suddenly, Bomber is grabbed by a gigantic gloved hand and is picked up like nothing. The entire body comes out, and you see just who this eight foot tall monstrosity is.

>> TIER 1 WUNDERSOLDATEN <<
>> THE STORM ACE <<

He uses Bomber as a club to whack Lightning right into a lamppost. He then tosses Bomber down to the ground, knocking her out completely. Oh boy. Was there really no other way for this to go wrong?

Behind you, the Elite Four and more soldiers pop out of the door. Knives nurses a hefty bruise on her cheek, grinning. “I love those shield bashes of yours, really sends a tingle down my loins!”

You roll your eyes.

> Surrender
> Keep on fighting (Roll 1d20, best of three)
> Write in

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>35005243
> Cover Lightning's and Bomber's escape.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>35005243
>Keep on fighting (Roll 1d20, best of three)
No surrender!

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>35005243
>Keep on fighting (Roll 1d20, best of three)
Ain't over yet.

>>35005243
>Kiss Knives

There is no way this can end badly.

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>35005243
>> Keep on fighting (Roll 1d20, best of three)
It is not over until it is over!

>>35005266
And yes I know Bomber is out but Lightning isn't necessarily.

>>35005266
I'm pretty sure that Bomber's not going anywhere. What with the whole unconscious thing.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>35005243
>> Keep on fighting (Roll 1d20, best of three)
Lightning needs to grab bomber and get the hell out of here while we cover them.

>>35005243
>> Keep on fighting (Roll 1d20, best of three)
Hopefully one of our buds comes through with a rescue.

>>35005287
Do this!

> Keep on fighting

You grit your teeth, staring down the Storm Ace. The Elite Four start circling you as well, like vultures. The Storm Ace came unarmed though, and on his belt he carries several Soul Rings, that used to be in possession of Magical Girls. Hmph, the bastard.

Court Sword and Sabre rush at you. You quickly spin in between them and smash their faces in with the end of your shields. They fall down, KO’d. Rapier joins in, stabbing and swiping at your shields. You keep your guard up, easily.

Then a sharp pain rings across your body. “AAHH!” You kneel forward, grabbing at your back. Knives just threw a knife into your back. “Aaaghh…” You feel at the hilt, trying to pull it out. The Storm Ace stomps over to you. The case! You quickly clutch it close to your chest.

He simply responds with a punch to a face. You nearly fall backwards, but you still hold onto it. Doctor Savage would never forgive you for losing this. You throw a shield punch at his legs. It pings, but he doesn’t budge.

Knives laughs, walking up to you. “Give it up, Lady Liberty.”

“Not today…” You growl.

Then your ears perk up. You look up to the sky to see a twinkle and the silhouette of a plane across the moon.

Then the ground buckles and bursts between you and the Storm Ace. Your help has landed.

“My turn.”

>> MECHA MAGICAL GIRL TIGER! <<

She whacks the Storm Ace in the face with her giant 88mm gun. Knives and Rapier pull back, allowing the soldiers to start their advance. Tiger turns around, the magical armor creaking and whirring with every step. She offers her hand to you. “Can you walk?!”

> Sure!
> I’m fine!
> Write in

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>>35005625
>> I’m fine!

>>35005625
>Sure!
We still have our pride.

>>35005625
>I'm fine!

>>35005625
>> I’m fine!
> Thank's for the assist
Go get Bomber and Lightning

>>35005625
>> Sure!
Bet people are pretty glad we looted that kraut now.

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>>35005625
> Take her hand!
Excuse me while I be disappointed that Liberty isn't captured...

>>35005625
>> Sure!

>>35005625
> Sure!

>>35005625
Don't forget to thank her

>>35005625
> Sure!
>Tackle Knives

Seduce best girl.

>>35005699
We must capture Knives then.

>>35005842
That's so boring though. We'd probably try to make her our friend or hoist her onto the FBI or something.

>>35005842
We're not keeping her

>>35005875
Spoilsport. She'll have to keep us then.

> Sure!

You take your hand stand up. You quickly grab the hilt of the knife and pull it right out of you. “Yeah! I can walk!”

“Good!” She raises her gun and fires. The shot shatters the ground before the soldiers, sending them tossing and flying. “Grab the others and lets go!” You quickly grab the case then run over to Bomber. Tiger quickly grabs Lightning and soon all of you begin running.

The Storm Ace starts running after while, Knives simply stands there and yells, “Go on and run! Lady Liberty! I will come for you! And I will make you squeal! And you will make me squeal in return!”

Tiger lifts up a Walkie-Talkie. “Mister Jock!? Are you there?!”

“Yeah!” Jock yells over the radio. “I’ll come in for a low pass, but you’re only going to get one chance at this!”

“What’s he talking about!?” you shout.

“Sky hook!” says Tiger. “We grab on, he lifts us out of here!”

Then out of the plane in the sky drops a giant hook, attached by a heavy cable. It streaks and sparks as it drags along the ground. “Grab it!” yells Tiger.

You look back, the Storm Ace. Oh for-

> “Grab it! I’ll cover you!”
> Grab it.
> Write in

>>35005969
>> “Grab it! I’ll cover you!”

>>35005969
> “Grab it! I’ll cover you!”

>>35005969
>> “Grab it! I’ll cover you!”

>>35005969
>“Grab it! I’ll cover you!”
Make sure the case and the team get out of here, we get lowest priority.

>>35005969
>> “Grab it! I’ll cover you!”
Shameless heroism!

>>35005969
> “Grab it! I’ll cover you!”

Time for capture again.

>>35005969
>> “Grab it! I’ll cover you!”
Toss Bomber to her.

>>35006015
Just like our short skirt exposing ourself that I can't show the pic of because it's in another thread.

Do we have any fapfics for this quest?

>>35006042
There's a Liberty/Lightning one somewhere.

>>35006034

>>35005674
Toorops a best.
This time without fucking up!

>>35006052
Anyone have a link?

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>>35006196
When will Liberty get the Master Sword? Does she need to get one of the Triforces of Power?

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> “Grab it! I’ll cover you!”

You toss the case and Bomber over to Tiger quickly. “Go, go!” She knows better to question it, even as she looks at you concernedly. But regardless, she grabs the hook and starts riding away. You turn back and draw your shields at the charging Storm Ace. He knocks over disoriented soldiers and cars to get to you.

Oh jeez.

He grabs the rear bumper of a car and tosses it at you. You bring up your shield overhead. The heavy car shatters in half, leaving you without a scratch. You start running back to the hook. But the Storm Ace continues running at you.

Finally, he grabs onto your arm. You spin up your shield, so fast that it glows red from the heat, and then start sawing at his arm. Blood starts spraying from his arm as he holds on, but he will not let go.

“Liberty!” yells Tiger.

You saw right through, tearing the Storm Ace’s arm off. He steps back, completely surprised. You start running off after the hook.

Tiger holds out her hand. “Grab my hand!”

> GRAB HER HAND (Roll 1d20 Best of three)

>>35006134
Here, you lazy bastard.
http://pastebin.com/nqSaw9uL

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>35006405
C'mon dice!

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>35006405
COme on... 1

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>35006405

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>35006405

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>>35006437
>>35006448

>>35006448
>my second 1 today
I think I'll just cry and not roll anymore

>>35006448
Hahahahaha! Looks like Knives just got her chance to have some fun!

>>35006491
Liberty gets captured a lot doesn't she?

>>35006504
Subconscious desire to be the sub?

>>35006504
Perhaps she likes bondage.

>>35006504
Liberty has very bad luck.

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>>35006480
why

Rolled 12 (1d20)

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>>35006431
>>35006437
>>35006448

>These rolls

Well then. I think I can see where this is going.

>>35006689
A bdsm dungeon?

>>35006721
Not just any BDSM dungeon. Knives's BDSM dungeon.

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>>35006775
Sex something, all right.

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>>35006775
What if Knives is a futa?

> (CRITICAL FAILURE)

You jump out to grab her hand.

Then you completely fall flat on your face, eating the dirt. That could have gone better.

“LIBERTY!” Tiger and company take off, being taken into the plane quickly overhead. You can see your last hope of a nice escape completely fly away. You look back to see the Soldiers advancing on you, along with the Elite Four and a pair of Magical Girls with them as well.

Knives grins, licking her lips. “Well, well, well…”

“It’s too late,” you say. “The Shard is out of your reach now. You can torture me all you like-“

“Okay!” Knives grabs your arm and stands you up. “I see you are quite eager! Come on then!”

…

…

You’re binded and cuffed with an anti-magical collar around your neck. No more Magical Girl Liberty, say hello to Christine Hunter, girl scout. You’re marched up to a very lovely car, where above floats the Magisch Korps flag airship. The Kleine Fraulein.

The back door of the car opens up, and with leather boots and in a stark Nazi dressing, the big woman herself walks out. She adjusts her glasses carefully, looking upon. “Well, well, well…” She puffs out a bit of smoke, cigarette in hand. “If it is not Lady Liberty.”

>> COLONEL ELSA ENGELHARDT <<
>> MAGISCH KORP COMMANDER <<

You glare at her. “Engelhardt.”

“I am told you managed to get my prize away,” she says. “Admirable.” A small smile crosses her face. “Misplaced enthusiasm and patriotism however. I would trade the Korps to have one of you by my side.” She takes a drag of her cigarette and huffs the smoke in your face. “So, where are they headed?”

> Spit at Engelhardt
> Remain Quiet
> “I’m not telling you.”
> Write in

>>35007037
>> Spit at Engelhardt

>>35007037
>> Remain Quiet
I don't think we have a name rank and serial number, so I suppose that'll do.

>>35007037
>Remain Quiet

>>35007037
>> Remain Quiet
Only Knives gets our spit.

>>35007073
>I don't think we have a name rank and serial number that we want to shout at her*
Yup, finishing sentences is hard.

>>35007037

>Smirk

>>35007037
>> Remain Quiet

>>35007037
>> Remain Quiet

>>35007037
> "I'll only tell Knives."

> Remain Quiet

You stare right into Engelhardt’s eyes. She stares back into yours, unfazed.

Knives slowly edges behind Engelhardt, also staring into your eyes dreamily. “Right,” says Engelhardt. “I see I will not get anything out of you by your own accord. That is a shame. You should know that we share a common background you and I. I am sure that a young woman like yourself probably lives in some dinky little apartment in some one-horse city while a crazed dictator rules the country.”

You remain quiet at that.

“Me, I am much the same. You could be me one day.” She tousles your hair, smirking. “Major.” Knives slides in next to her, saluting with a raised arm. “Escort our friend here into the ship. Prepare us for departure.”

“Will be done,” she says. Knives takes your arm and starts marching you up to the Airship elevator. She whispers in your ear. “Oh… you and me are going to have an excellent time. I will make a comrade out of you yet! Or perhaps a lover…” She gently licks at your ear.

You respond by treading her toes. She laughs, jumping and holding her stricken foot as Rapier, Court Sword, and Sabre escort you on.

[1/2]

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>>35007484
[2/2]

…

…

You look out the window of your cell. Knives has not come for you yet. Orders apparently are to leave you alone for a bit until your “interrogation.” You shudder. That is not going to be fun. Nothing but clouds as you look out towards what should be the Mediterranean sea. Hm.

At least Knives has kept you comfy with pictures of her in various states of undress. You suppose that was nice of her, but she is not your kind of girl.

“Liberty.” You blink, then see the last person you expected. A cat-like being, black, and with devil-ish red eyes. It stares up at you, the eyes being the only facial feature.

The Messengers of Magic.

>> KIRBY <<
>> THE AMERICAN MESSENGER OF MAGIC <<

“What are you doing here?” you ask. “How did you even get in here?”

Kirby points his paw at your Soul Ring, on your left hand on your ring finger. “I am communicating with you via your Soul Ring. I am unfortunately unable to directly intervene in your imprisonment but rest assured, a rescue team has been dispatched.”

You nod. “Well, thanks. I might not need it, I’m already planning to break out.”

“Interesting.” Kirby nods at that. “The Shard is safe I assume?” You nod at that. “Good, good.”

> “Who’s coming for me?”
> “You never did tell me what the Shard was all about.”
> “You should get out of here before the guards think I’m crazy.”
> Write in

>>35007506
>> “You never did tell me what the Shard was all about.”
Knives is adorable. Too bad Liberty is asexual and not into crazy.

>>35007506
>> “Who’s coming for me?”
>> “You never did tell me what the Shard was all about.”

>>35007506
>> “Who’s coming for me?”

Dammit Knives, stop being so great.

>>35007506
>> “Who’s coming for me?”
We can talk about the shard when we are sure we won't be overheard

>>35007506
> “You never did tell me what the Shard was all about.”

Any drawfags that want to draw those pictures of Knives?

>>35007506
>> “You never did tell me what the Shard was all about.”
infodump time

>>35007535
She is best girl.

>>35007569
Next time we need a distraction we should ask her what her real name is.

>>35007616
She gets surprised, then embarassed as she shyly admits her real name is Dagger.

Question about the Elite Four: Which one's which?

And crap I'm late to this AND I have to go kill zombies in an hour.

>>35007756
I'm pretty sure Koishi is Knives. Dunno 'bout the rest, they don't get much screen time.

>>35007756
> From left to right from the picture:
> Rapier
> Court Sword
> Sabre
> Knives

>>35007801
... Huh. Utsuho's Knives?

... Praise the sun!

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>>35007801
Thank you. Personally I pictured Green Hair as Knives. I don't know why.

>>35007809
Ok, since they have actual names and are from something, what are they from.

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>>35007902
I had the completely wrong impression of who Knives was. I was disappointed at first, but now not so much.

>>35007932
Touhou

>>35007932
>>Thank you. Personally I pictured Green Hair as Knives. I don't know why.
I did the same thing actually. Weird.

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>>35007932
They're from Touhou (Rin, Koishi, Satori, and Utsuho), though I had forgotten that German knows nothing of Touhou and picked the picture because it looked relevant.

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>>35007961
I remember why I did: a common fanon of Koishi is that she's sort of crazy. It seemed appropriate in this case (plus she's small and can leap on Liberty's back and nom nom nom on her)

>>35007962
They are excellent Nazi villain girls.

> “You never did tell me what the Shard was all about.”

You curl your legs up, hugging them as look down at Kirby. “You never did tell me what the Shard was. You just told me it could cut holes in reality and stuff, but… what is it really? Why did you never tell me?”

“I did not think I needed to. Interesting. But the circumstances have changed I suppose,” he says. “Let me explain.”

“Our people are not of this universe. We come from a different one, a universe of death, destruction, and magic. With our powers combined, we Messengers created a portal so that we may run, and then live in peace on the nearest inhabitable planet. Earth.”

You nod. “And what does that have to do with Shards?”

“When the portal was created, your universe did not exist at the time. Our portal created your universe, and in doing so, the ensuing shrapnel became scattered throughout the universe. These are shards, ultra-magical remnants of the Portal device we created to traverse to this world. Very powerful, very dangerous.”

“I see.” You scratch your chin. “Is this the only one on Earth?”

“For now. We do not detect any other Shards, and your Universe is very immense and growing. It is unlikely other Shards will reach Earth in your life time.” Hm, that’s good at least. “This Shard though, if its power is harnessed, there is no telling what will happen.”

You narrow your eyes, pensive. Who would think to steal such a thing?

“Colby perhaps.”

You don’t even have to say anything. Kirby can read your thoughts anyway.

You hear a door creak open. “I must go,” says Kirby. “The Messengers hope for your escape.” He fades away into a cloud of smoke, then into your Ring.

[1/2]

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>>35008054
[2/2]

A pair of Magical Girls walk up to your cell. One of them, a blonde French girl with a swirly ponytail over her shoulder smiles at you as she hangs her arms through the cell bars. “Well, well, our little jailbird has a date with the Magisch Korp’s craziest.”

The other one nods, glaring right at you. She’s an Indian girl with brown skin, and upon her breast a holster for a glowing Kukri. “We are just dying to clean up the mess she’ll make of you,” she says with little enthusiasm.

>> MAGICAL GIRL LEAPER <<

>> MAGICAL GIRL ELEPHANT <<

>> LEADER AND MEMBER OF THE MAGISCH KORP STURMKINDER RESPECTIVELY <<

Leaper smirks. “Scared, Lady Liberty? I’d be scared of her too.”

> Remain quiet
> “You should be scared of me.”
> “Let’s just get this over with.”
> Write in

>>35008092
>> Remain quiet
HM... Indian girl with a kukri? Who wants to bet she's a Gurkha infiltrator that's rescuing Liberty?

>>35008092
>> “Let’s just get this over with.”
>She’s an Indian girl with brown skin, and upon her breast a holster for a glowing Kukri.
Shit, she's a magical Gurkha isn't she

>>35008092
>> “You should be scared of me.”

>>35008125
A Magurka?

>>35008092
> Remain quiet

>>35008092
>> “Let’s just get this over with.”

>>35008092
>>> “Let’s just get this over with.”

Should we try to seduce Knives as part of our plan to escape?

>>35008358
No, we should try to seduce Knives as part of our plan to find true love.

>>35008358
Yes, we'll beat her face in, she'll love it

>>35008379
>>35008392

Are you suggesting we take her over our knee and paddle the naughty out of her?

>>35008392
She actually would.

> “Let’s just get this over with.”

You stand up, glaring at Leaper and Elephant. “Let’s just get this over with. I’ve got places to be.”

Leaper rolls her eyes, unlocking the cell and sliding it open. “Ah, oui, Lady Liberty. I am just trembling at the knees at your confidence and lack of fear.” She wiggles her fingers, grinning madly at you. “Ooooooh! Too magical for me!”

“Let us go,” says Elephant.

The two of you start walking down the cell block and down to interrogation. The Kleine Fraulein is nothing if not a complex warship. You certainly got the surprise of your life when you first set foot on it, thinking it to be a mere Cargo Zeppelin like the Figuroa.

You start approaching the Interrogation Room. You look down at your bindings, then look at Leaper and Elephant. Leaper whistles innocently, hands in her pockets while Elephant simply glares straight as she walks.

> Try for a break out (Roll 1d20 Best of three)
> Continue into interrogation
> Write in

>>35008482
>> Continue into interrogation
Because I want to see this happen.

>>35008482
>Continue into interrogation

Bide our time. Wait for the bad guys to tell us everything, then break out.

>>35008482
> Continue into interrogation
I do wonder what's in there.

>>35008450
I wasn't joking, Liberty is going to beat her black and blue, get away and Knives is going to cream her pants. Knives is a real fucked up M, none of that bedroom play, she wants real spilled blood and broken bones

>>35008482
>> Continue into interrogation
Too suspicious.

>>35008482
> Continue into interrogation

Are you guys trying to get Libby molested or something?

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>35008482
Step back, kick Elephant in the back or the leg, knocking her into Leaper. While they're staggered, make a run for it and try to find a place to hide and get out of your bonds.

>>35008605
Yes.

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>>35008605
Yes? I mean, you don't want to see her get "interrogated" by this cutie?

>>35008605
I mostly just want to see what's in the room.

>>35008605
I'm with Anon >>35008705

I want to gather intel, then kick ass.

>>35008721
Who says Liberty can't get interrogated, molested, gather intel, and then kick ass?

> Continue into interrogation

Leaper opens the door to reveal Knives, idly spinning her signature Anti-Magical Knife in her hand as she crosses her legs and sits in a chair. She grins at you. “Well, well, have a seat, Lady Liberty.” She glares at Leaper and Elephant. “Get out.”

Leaper huffs. “Chatte.” Elephant shrugs, following Leaper as they shut the door behind you. You walk over to the chair and sit down across the table from her.

Knives smiles. You know what is coming. “So. Even been fucked before?”

“No.” You glare at her, unamused.

Knives laughs, standing up as she unbuttons her jacket then throws it off. Her impressive bust jiggles a bit from the exertion. “Well! Haha! I suppose there is a first time for everything!” She points her knife to you. “You never hold back with me so I will not hold back with you…” She coos as she crosses the table to you.

“Before you do this,” you ask. “What’s Engelhardt want the Shard for?”

“What do you care?” Knives kneels down next to you, rubbing at your exposed thigh. You slowly inch it. “That is unimportant.”

“I thought this was an interrogation.”

“It was,” says Knives. “But I have decided I’m just going to shove the hilt of this knife straight up your vaginia.” She flips the knife, holding it by the blade.

You look down. You noticed she has not actually tied you down to the chair.

> Attack her (Roll 1d20 Best of three)
> “Can’t you at least tell me?” Pour on the charm.
> Write in

>>35008754
How does the magical girl part work? Focus, battle form, speciall attacks?

>>35008845
>> “Can’t you at least tell me?” Pour on the charm.
"Pouring on charm" might include a black eye or two.

>>35008845
> “Can’t you at least tell me?” Pour on the charm.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>35008845
>> Attack her (Roll 1d20 Best of three)
And then ask her after we beat her

>>35008845
>> “Can’t you at least tell me?” Pour on the charm.
>> Write in
ask why an French and Indian girl are acting as cronies for them

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>35008845
Thighs around her kneck, lock ankles behind her back, flip sideways off the chair.

Ka-snap.

>>35008845
> Have sex with her.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>35008845

> Attack her (Roll 1d20 Best of three)

>>35008845
> “Can’t you at least tell me?” Pour on the charm.
C'moooon, info.

>>35008845
> “Can’t you at least tell me?” Pour on the charm.

Seduction is go!

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>35008845
Attack.

You know, I wonder if the other Nazis just accept that any time Knives gets to "interrogate" Liberty she's just going to escape anyways.

>>35008845
> “Can’t you at least tell me?” Pour on the charm.

If only I didn't have so many fapfics to write...

>>35008845
>> Attack her

>>35009025
I know, right? I was starting one up but then I got distracted on how to calculate the chances of rolling two 1s on three d20s.

>>35009025
I'd help but I keep running out of steam half way through.

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>>35008845
> “Can’t you at least tell me?” Pour on the charm.

> “But I have decided I’m just going to shove the hilt of this knife straight up your vaginia.”

MFW Chiaki is mfw

>>35008982
Eh, why deny a girl some fun.

>>35009070
Don't fap to the fapfic until the fapfic is finished, then you can finish while fapping to the fapfic.

> “Can’t you at least tell me?” Pour on the charm.

You pout at her, putting on your best puppy dog eyes. “Wait, can’t you just at least tell me, Knives?” You wiggle your lower lip a bit. “Please?”

Knives pauses in thought, pensive. “Oh…” She shrugs. “Okay, just for you. Lady Engelhardt is planning something with the Messenger, Colby. Apparently is has something to do with the cosmic horrors or something, I do not understand it and I was not paying attention during the briefing.”

You nod. “Okay.”

“And…” Knives scratches her chin. “I believe they intend on building some kind of device to facilitate it, but I’m not sure. I’m no scientist.” She snaps her finger along the blade of the knife. “Now, back to the fun!”

You nod. “Right. Thanks.” You quickly headbutt Knives in the nose. She doubles back, squealing in pleasure, lying on the ground.

“AAAAHHHH!” She writhes, holding her bleeding nose as you stand up and grab her key. You unlock your cuffs and snap the Anti-Magic Collar off your neck. “Ooohh… Liberty!”

> Yeah, nah, bye.
> Knock her out
> Write in

>>35009192
> Yeah, nah, bye.

>>35009192
>> Knock her out

>>35009192
> Straddle her and continue beating her while interrogating her.

>>35009192
Let me guess. We're one of those dumbasses who let dangerous enemies live.

Still voting to kill her. And take the antimagic knife/collar. May need it.

>>35009192
>> Knock her out
Let's not have her following us

>>35009192
>> Knock her out
Collar, cuff and gag her.

>>35009192
> Knock her out

>>35009192
>Knock her out
It's practically a tradition at this point.

>>35009237
There's a good reason why we should let her live: despite her depravity she's also consistent, so we know what to expect from her. In addition, they keep letting us live, so if we kill her then they'll amend that decision.

>>35009237
She is a Girl Scout anon

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>>35009252
>Collar, cuff and gag her.
>"oohhh, kinky!"
I support this.

>>35009192
> Grab her

Hostages are always good.

>>35009268
>>35009269
And these are Nazis. Nazis straight out of a wo.en's prison exploitation film, but still.

>>35009317
They are also teenage girls. As are we. It's much easier to kill a faceless goon firing an MP40 at you than a girl your own age who you've already beaten to the ground.

Plus sparing people netted us Tiger.

>>35009317
I think it's better if we tell you this now anon: probably nobody is ever dying in this quest, and if they do, it'll probably not be directly through the actions of anyone else.

>>35009365
No-one with a name unless it's in a dramatically appropriate place. Magic stormtroopers die all the time, but named characters need ironic deaths, through hubris and so forth.

>>35009396
You and I have very different ideas of wartime conduct.

Leave no enemies alive because that's one less person trying to kill you later.

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> Yeah, nah, bye.

You quickly stomp on her face. With that, she immediately stops laughing and goes silent. KO’d. You dust yourself off and pat on your Soul Ring.

>> MAGICAL GIRL LIBERTY! <<

Your shields spin up a bit, then stop. Good, good, everything is in order. You quickly run out the hallway and down the corner. Time to get out of here!

…

…

You stealthily sneak through crates and barrels, occasionally peaking out into the hangar bay. Your best bet for getting out of here. You look to see a plan ready to be deployed. A Henschel P.87 “Meervogel”. Good, that’ll get you out of this bind. But there are guards everywhere. You can even see Leaper and Elephant idly talking by one of the crates nearby.

You need to figure something out here.

> Screw figuring things out ATTACK (Roll 1d20 Best of three)
> Do this stealthlike (Roll 1d20 Best of three)
> Write in

>>35009510
One this is not a war-is-hell story, this is a pulp adventure, and two your idea of 'wartime conduct' is apparently endorsing warcrimes.

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>35009560
> Do this stealthlike (Roll 1d20 Best of three)

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>35009560
>> Do this stealthlike (Roll 1d20 Best of three)

>>35009560
>> Do this stealthlike (Roll 1d20 Best of three)

>>35009510
Leave your edge at the door, mate. This here's pulp adventure.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>35009560
> Do this stealthlike (Roll 1d20 Best of three)

We need a distraction, I suggest setting something on fire.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>35009560
>> Do this stealthlike (Roll 1d20 Best of three)

I halfway expect Knives to hide on the plane we take.

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>35009560
>Do this stealthlike (Roll 1d20 Best of three)
Stealthy!

>>35009608
>"Liberty-sama!"
>"Get off my plane, Knives!"

>>35009560
>Do this stealthlike
For one second I thought that was a variable geometry plane.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>35009562
I don't think the Geneva Convention extends to Lovecraftian Nazis. As for pulp, even Indy killed people.

>>35009587
I'm not going to stifle my opinion just because you're an idiot. These people are dangerous. Very much so. Better to get rid of them and keep them from... Oh, I don't know... Kidnapping us, throwing us in the trunk of a car, name any number of other affronts you care to. You call it edgy, I call it 'smart' and 'efficient.'

That said...

>>35009560
Attack. In magical girl form, we probably won't evade notice long anyway.

>>35009692
Let's say we kill Knives. The rest of the group go from "kidnapping us, throwing us in the back of a car" and other related unpleasantries to KOS.

>>35009692
But we're practically a paladin, that's not how we operate.

>>35009770
>>35009793

Don't bother, there's only one of him so it's not like he's going to get what he wants, and I seriously doubt that that is what Schteel wants to write anyway, so it's not an actual issue.

> Do this stealthlike

…

…

“Is that cardboard box moving?” Leaper and Elephant look to a box, apparently shuffling along. They glance at each other, then start walking up to it, cautiously. Elephant grips the hilt of her Kukri as she kneels down to the box, then grips the top. Leaper nods to her.

Elephant rips the box away.

“Aaaaawwww!” Leaper picks up the culprit in her hands. “It is a little pussycat!” She makes babyfaces at that little Kitten. “Ooooh, who is da cutest little pussy, you are!” Elephant stands up, then glares at Leaper unamusedly. Leaper looks to her, then squints at Elephant. “The hell are you looking at? It is a little kitten?” She holds it for Elephant. “Oui?”

Elephant looks at it, then says, “We eat cats back where I come from.”

…

Leaper blinks, stepping away slowly. “You Orientals are quite the people.”

Hehe, while they were focused on that box, they did not notice that you were sneaking up on the plane while cleverly disguised as a metal barrel! You quickly knock the guard standing by the plane over the railing and out the Zeppelin, letting him fall to his death. Then you quickly and quietly step out of the barrel and start jiggling with the lock to the cockpit.

You jiggle the lock again. Wow, why do they even have locks for these things?

“Hey!” A guard catches you from above on his catwalk. “Alarm!” Leaper and Elephant look to the plane. Leaper gently places the Kitten on the ground, and the two start running at you.

Oh boy.

> Break your way into the plane (Roll 1d20 Best of three)
> Stay and clear the area (Roll 1d20 Best of three)
> Write in