>>36798310

Freshly scrubbed you'd both headed down to eat dinner with your hosts, the Hardon family who are a curious bunch themselves. The mother turned out to be the captain that P2 served under but having lost her army in an attack on the village has essentially retired to the life she had before being resurrected as a demon. And then there's her daughter who obtained demonic powers only a few days ago in a bizarre adventure in another dimension as she fought to save her brother who'd been possessed...

Honestly, it seems like an awful lot has happened to everyone as of late. Maybe the presense of demons just incites that sort of thing.

Anyway, the food had been delicious but everyone was pretty sleepy so you all decided to catch an early night. Well, early for them maybe, it as about the same time you normally head to bed. Talking of which, they gratiously offered their own which was nice. Not that you needed one, P2 is just as if not more comfortable to sleep in and so you and Jonny tucked up and drifted off...

But the day's dawning and the weak light is filtering through the gaps above you. Can't spend all day napping, you've got a Daddy to find.

You try to carefully crawl your way out without disturbing Jonny but you hear him mumble a good morning and so give up your endeavours, slipping out and stretching in the fresh air.

First things first:
>Gotta get that combat training in
>Wonder if the Hardon's are up yet...
>Maybe a snack before breakfast
>Other (Write-in)

>>36798332
>Wonder if the Hardon's are up yet...
Double entendres, woo

>>36798575
I didn't even realise when I typed that

Okay, so I have someone perched on my shoulder today and they demanded I added another vote option:
> Sneak in through a window and have some fun

Feel free to switch or retain your original vote

>>36798629
Well who am I to deny them their wishes? I'm not even sure what it means, but I'll switch.

>>36798707
In the scant time I outlined very briefly the names and ages of the siblings and the Hardons she's already suggested that Lisa gets it on with Bigg.

Which I'm not entirely convinced is in character.
Well, yet anyway, who knows where y'all vote things to
Still, what happened to loving your tentacle demon? Already you've cheated on her for your brother...

Anyway, what does Lisa do to have some fun?
>Sneak into Fel's room and wake her
>Hide in the bathroom to surprise someone when they use it
>Other (Write-in)

>>36798778
>Sneak into Fel's room and wake her
This will either end very well or very poorly. Or both.

>>36798332

You decide you should go and see if your hosts are up and about, maybe you could help out with breakfast or something. But what better time to have some fun?

You creep towards the back of the house and- Yup, there's an open window. Perfect.

You light clamber up the side of the building, fingers seeking out grips here and there and then you're dangling from the window sill. A quick heave with your arms and you're tumbling through, softly rolling on the floor to dampen the sound. Standing you silently survey the room. Looks like's it's Fel's, though there's two figures in the bunk beds...

Argh, decisions! Who'd be sharing a room with her anyway?
>Pounce on top bunk
>Pounce on bottom bunk
>Other (Write-in)

>>36799016
>Jump on Fel
>fun times
>Jump on Bigg
>Get punched
Hmm...
>Pounce on top bunk

>>36799016

Time to give them the suprise of their life..

You slowly bend into a crouch then spring forth at your target: the top bunk. Hands outstretched as you land on top of them, they jolt and fling a limb out, catching your light frame and sending you across the room. Your feet reach the wall and you tense your legs, preparing to spring off.

In that brief instance you see that the bottom bunk has stirred and- Yes, that's Fel. Turning your attention back to the top bunk you realise that it isn't Bigg as you initially thought, he didn't have long hair. Or great curving horns. The figure coils fluidly, turning to face you, eyes blazing.

>Spring forth, press your mock attack!
>Pounce on Fel!
>Flee from the window, she looks pissed!
>Other (Write-in)

>>36799208
>Spring forth, press your mock attack!

>>36799208
>Flee from the window, she looks pissed!

>>36799225
Time to roll me some dice then, three into total:
First is how you fare, second is how she fares, and third is how the room fares.

>>36799231
Oh, in that case decide on what you want to do. I can toss a coin as necessary

>>36799231
Nah man, Darla is good people. Besides, she seems like a person who enjoys a bit of fun!

>>36799243
I'm voting for
>Spring forth, press your mock attack!

>>36799272
Well if we're going with this I'll still need those three dice rolls

Rolled 94, 75, 97 = 266 (3d100)

>>36799334
Welp, in the interest of keeping things moving I'll roll then.

>>36799409
Hooray for not responding in time!

Rolled 100, 34, 9 = 143 (3d100)

>>36799475
Indeed, as rolls go it's none too shabby

>>36799488
Well I'm sort of glad we aren't using that one.
Sure, Lisa gets out perfectly, but the room does not end up well.

Rolled 56, 33, 88 = 177 (3d100)

>>36799208

>>36799409
>Rolled 94, 75, 97 = 266 (3d100)

You lock eyes with those burning coals and spring forth, barrelling into her as she tries to disentangle herself from the bedsheets. She brings a hand but you roll to the side, planting your hands down and swinging through with a kick that she catches with her forearm, gripping your leg and tossing you aside again.

You sail through the air once more and catch Fel's puzzled glance, you smile softly at her and she returns it, propping her head up on an elbow to better watch the unfolding tussle. You hit the wall again, limbs splaying across it as you ready yourself for the next leap into the fray. Bubzi has succeeded in extracting herself from the bed and is perched atop the top bunk rail now, a snarl playing across her lips.

In an instant you've both burst forth and what unfolds next is a blur of activity as you richochet around the room, a whirlwhind of jabs, lunges, kicks, grabs, blocks. It ends when you manage to wrap your legs around her neck as you tumble into handstand, rolling forward and using the momentum to drag her off balance and crashing down to the floor before hopping up and straddling her, tickling her mercilessly.

At this point Fel crosses and joins in, Bubzi's intense expression giving way to tears of laughter as she begs the pair of you to stop.

Reluctantly you ease off, rolling over onto the floor with a sigh, your panting easing off.

"And a good morning to you too," says Fel, chuckling, "She sure got you good Ma."
"I WAS SLEEPING." she cries indignantly, "HOW IS THAT A FAIR FIGHT."

How do you repsond?
>Write-in

>>36799987
Oops, forgot to clear dice

>>36799987
>"You're a demon! If anyone was disadvantaged, it's me!"
>"Besides, I wouldn't hurt you or anything."

>>36799987
>>36800031
Seconded.

>>36799987

"You're a demon! If anyone was disadvantaged, it's me!"
"Oh yeah, like that seems to count for anything anymore. Fel here beat me in a serious match whilst she was still fully mortal but I thought to myself, 'at least she's crazy strong for a reason, wrestling bulls every day since she was young'. And now here YOU are, a wisp of a girl that flows around attacks more than dodging them. It's like you know where I'm trying to hit before I do!"
"You know Lisa, she has a point - you're terrifyingly adept at that. I knew you were something else the moment I saw you riding a demon like it was nothing and when Prime 2 mentioned the flaming battery aci-"
"I DIDN'T KNOW SHE WAS FRIENDLY!"
"Yes, yes, I know. No one blames you for attacking what is at face value a bigass scary monster, but as I was saying, now here you are displaying absolutely ridiculous acrobatics and reflexes and we're all really wondering how on earth you got that good."
"Well, P2's been training me."
"YOU MET HER FIVE DAYS AGO. You mean to tell us that in that time you progressed this far?!"

Well... That is exactly what happened. How do you convince them?
>Write-in

>>36800722
>"Maybe I've just always been able to do this, I just never tried."

>>36800722

"Maybe I've just always been able to do this, I just never tried."

The pair of them sigh and Fel crosses, hand outstretched.

"Nevermind, no point dwelling on it. C'mon, I got morning chores to do. You can come watch."

She points you towards the bedroom doorway.

"Wait for me in the kitchen, I gotta get outta my jammies."

You oblige, heading down to find her father in the kitchen - Pa, he asked you to call him. He turns, greeting you with a smile.

"Heard you having a tussle, how'd you fare?"

>Well I don't mean to brag...
>Ah, well, it went well enough
>It was awesome!
>Other (Write-in)#]

>>36800874

>It was awesome!

>>36800874
>It was awesome!
We're not going wrasslin' with Fel, are we?

>>36800932
>We're not going wrasslin' with Fel, are we?
Up to you guys, but Fel's always up for a scrap

>>36800874

"It was awesome! Your wife really knows how to fight!"
"Hahah, I dare say she does. Breakfast will be pancakes, I'll have them ready prob'ly twenty mins."
"Ooh! Haven't had those in a while..."

Shortly Fel and Bubzi make their way down.

"Mornin' y'all," says Pa, swooping Bubzi up into a kiss.
"Mornin' Pa" replies Fel, crossing the kitchen to grab a pair of gloves, "D'you want to fetch your brother?"

"Ooh, yeah, he's probably up and about now." you say, leaving the house and jogging over to find him. He's sitting crosslegged, eyes shut.

>Disturb him?
>Nah, leave him be
>Other (Write-in)

>>36801235

>Nah, leave him be

>>36801235
>Nah, leave him be
He's busy communing with the Bone God. Best not to interrupt.

>>36801235

Hmm... He's probably communing with the God of Bones right now... It's best not to interrupt, imagine what'd happen if you pissed it off? It might curse with rickets or something!

Turning, you meet Fel and Bubzi as they exit.

"Jonny's currently busy. What do your chores entail anyway?"
"Hahah, well you know I wrassle bulls? It's that time of the morning."
"Ooh, this should be good to watch!"

You follow them over to the pens and lightly hop over the fence at Fel's beckoning.

You watch as she baits a bull, spewing a torrent of random cusses at it until stamping the ground and snorting in fury, suddenly charging. You step back a bit without thinking but watch as Fel strides forward, arms hold out in a stance ready to grapple. As the bull comes in she grabs it by the horns and crouches, lifting the bull clean over her and ending in a bridge position with the bull flat on its back. She kicks off and pulls herself round into a stand ontop of its torso, turning to give a mock bow.

Bloody hell, hearing about bull-wrestling is one thing but watching in action? Quite something else.

You turn to see that Bubzi has strayed over and is busy tipping her own bull.

"What do you think Lisa? Reckon you could do that?"

No way in hell could you do that, your bones would crumple from the impact alone nevermind the fact you can't even begin to imagine lifting it like that. It's one thing to good at dodging but this is completely different...

How do you reply?
>Write-in

Sorry about these slow updates, people busy distracting me and the like

>>36802268
>Maybe... we could kick the legs while they're in midair?

>>36802515
When you say midair, do you mean kick the bull's legs out whilst it's charging?

>>36802268
>"Um, no thanks. I'm not as strong as you guys. I'd just get crushed if I tried something like that."

>>36802268
>Use our godlike agility to matador the fuck out of that bull.

>>36802539
Yeah, make them hit the ground at the wrong angles.

>>36802515
>>36802605
Attempt to go for it

>>36802589
Back off

I'll go with giving it a go, but being wary?

>>36802268
>>36802589
>"Can you go and get P-Too in case I'm crushed to a pulp?"

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>>36802652
No room for doubt in the bull ring.

>>36802690
Alrighty, roll me some dice

Rolled 11, 79, 84, 77, 12 = 263 (5d100)

>>36802708

Rolled 52, 2, 70, 90, 88 = 302 (5d100)

>>36802708

Rolled 48, 40, 14, 77, 52 = 231 (5d100)

>>36802708
WATAA!

>>36802723
>>36802740
>>36802746
Alright, pick one of these set of rolls for me to use.

The order and all values will be used

>>36802771
I say the second one.

>>36802771
I nominate >>36802740

>>36802268

"Can you go and get P2 in case I'm crushed to a pulp?"
"Hunh?"
"She's capable of healing, she's saved my life before."
"You... you're not sounding too confident about this..."
"Don't worry, it's just a precaution!"
"I... See. Well, yeah, I'll go fetch her. Hop out of the pen til we're back though just to be sure."

You do as she asks and whilst waiting look to see Bubzi dealing with her bull.

Well. 'Dealing.'

You blush as you watch her throat bulge around it. Before you know it Fel calls out, signalling her and P2's return, and you turn to meet them.

"I understand you bested the Captain in a fight this morning."
"Hahah, kinda... I mean she WAS sleeping when I started..."
"I see."
"Anyway, now that you're here I can give this a go..."

You turn and hop back over the fence, considering how to go about this.

You can dodge well enough, that's no problem. But at some point you're going to have to attack the bull if you're going to actually beat it rather than just hold it off... The way it charges would make it very susceptible to tripping, so maybe kicking at the legs as it goes past would work?
Well here goes nothing...

>>36802740
>Rolled 52, 2, 70, 90, 88 = 302 (5d100)

>52
You wave your arms about, and make an amusing growling sound, voice too high-pitched for it to be intimidating. But it has desired effect, the bull turning its attention to you and pawing at the ground. You start running towards it and it bursts forth in a charge, fury in its eyes.

First you decide just to get a feel for dodging it, jumping as it nears and somersaulting oevr it, landing and spinning to watch it judder to a halt, turn and start coming back your way. This time as it barrels forwards you simply sidestep at the last minute to send it careening past.

>(Cont.)

>>36804192

What's the name for those performers that toy with bulls? Ah yeah, matadors. You feel decidedly too unfrilly to be doing this. Anyway, time to try the next stage...

>2
You spin to find the bull facing you again, it snorts and charges. You dash towards it's side and swing your foot as if you were kicking a football at it's front leg, springing to the side in a roll as well as it-

OWWWWWWW

Your vision spins as you fly through the air, rolling along the ground before slamming into the fence.

You groggily pull your way up and the ringing in your ears clears enough for you to make out Fel shouting.

"-u all right?!"
"Nhhggh.... Y-yeah... Ah my leg..."
"Lemme take a look at it." Fel says rushing over, gently pressing along it. You hiss sharply. "Doesn't seem broken."
"I shall take care of it." intones P2 and she lifts you up, drawing you back inside her hidden depths.

She brings one of those fine translucent tentacles over it and the relief is immediate. You watch as over the course of a minute what was a developing bruise fades away again.

"Wow, this is MUCH faster than before!"
"Last time you were half dead. This time it is only a bruise that needs attention."
"Right... Thanks again for that by the way. Alright, I think that's done it then."

P2 dispells you from inside and you face Fel.

>(Cont.)

>>36804203

"Alright, just one more try."
"What? Dayum you got guts. Well, alright, but I can't advise you try that again."
"Hahah, I'm inclined to agree. Anyway, let's go again."

>88
You step forward, leg mercifully devoid of pain, and start striding towards the bull again. His eyes flare with anger and he stomps forward but you leap to the side, spinning into a kick that lands on his side. Not a hard one, just testing the waters. He slides to a halt and comes back and you meet it by spring up into a tuck and shunting both legs down on its back, springboarding off into a somersault, landing gracefully.

Yeah, you got this.

>90
Whilst it's still slowing to turn you sprint over and launch into a series of tumbles before springing above the halted bull and driving your elbow straight down onto its head, landing in a handstand and spinning to land a kick to the side of its noggin, righting yourself to thrust a knee into its chin and finishing with a hands clasped overhead strike, knocking it out cold as it thuds to the floor, dust rising.

"...is it dead? We got a way to solve that." says Fel from behind you as she walks towards you.

You turn to face her.

How do you reply?
>Write-in

>>36804228
>"Oh no, I'm not doing it. You can have your Ma do it or something!"

>>36804228
>>36804262
This.

>>36804228
>Must practice for P-Too and Jonny.

>>36804457
As in... you want to get Jonny to practise dodging with P2?

Or you want Jonny to practise bull wrasslin'?

Or what exactly? Sorry, it's not clear

Also guys, do you want me to have Lisa resume calling P2 'P-Too'? I notice that even since she's realised it was number based you all stick with the phonetic version.

>>36804500
Well, makes sense she'd still call her that. It sounds the same and she's already used to it.

>>36804500
It all sounds the same so how it's spelled doesn't really matter to me.

>>36804521
It's just the way she conceptualises it in her mind, there's no actual difference in pronunciation. Compare it to Jonny's 'Peetoo' where he didn't realise 'P-Too' was a shortened version of 'Prime Too' and so heard it as one word.

>>36804500
I was going for practicing our blowjob technique, but sure, let's go practice combat with P-Too and Jonny.

>>36804986
Aaah, I getcha. Still writing

By the way, I forgot to mention again but when you want to switch perspective just say

>>36805014
>Switch to P-Too

Hey, is the person who did those cool drawings still around?

>>36805059
Hot giggitty. I'd rather not do that right now since I'd like to make her thought pattern a little more distinct than I'd be able to do without thinking about it beforehand. If you really want to I will though

>>36805133
Tennant? He's been around, I caught him last thread for example, but he seems preoccupied running his own quest at the moment

>>36805163
It's cool. Let's play as her some other time, though?

>>36805252
Yeah, I'll try to find an interesting point to switch to her

>>36804228

"Oh no, I'm not doing it. You can have your Ma do it or something!"
"Hunh, how'd you know what it entai-" you see her turn her head towards Bubzi, "-Oh. Yeah, well anyway, it's not like I'd have asked you to do that."

She closes the gap and bends down, feeling for the bull's pulse.

"Not to worry, he's just out cold. I'll have to come back later to chek up on him when he wakes but for now lets go get some breakfast. Ma! Breakfast time!"

Bubzi replies with a muffled grunt and you all start walking back to the house.

---

Breakfast comprises of some absolutely delicious pancakes. When you'd asked and found out that they tended to have this every morning you busied yourself thinking back over all the breakfasts you've been missing out...

Still, this day forwards you can endeavour to make your morning meals as good as this was. You'd shared a bit of your with P2 as well and she seemed to love it as well, though she insists she doesn't actually need sustenance. You finish helping tidy up and then Pa asks what everyone plans to do today.

"Well, Jonny and I stil need to get our combat training done. Well, mainly Jonny, I've already been pretty active this morning."
"After that we were planning to go find Dad."
"Right, well could ye help them with tha' Fel?" says Pa.
"Yeah sure, I don't have anything urgent."
"Well, I'll see y'all fer lunch then."

---

Yes, combat training is the best way to start the morn', get your limbs stretched out and the blood flowing. You consider what you you think Jonny should work on today. There's the good ol' simple dodging the tentacles or he could use that bone staff to practise deflecting them. Or maybe you could try sparring with Jonny...

>Dodge
>Deflect
>Spar

>>36805321

>Deflect

>Switch to Jonny

>>36805321
>Free for All, fight Jonny and P-Too with sheathed combat knife.
>Switch to Jonny.

>>36805321

You think that the best starting point would be for him to get the hang on simply deflecting attacks, that way he wouldn't have to work on moving his entire body so much whilst he'd improve his reflexes.

You suggest this and the pair of them agree. You decide to pass the time watching him in case you're able to identify ways to improve, though you're not really sure you'll be any help. It's not like you know any technique, you're just... able to do it.

PERSPECTIVE CHANGE:

YOU ARE JONNY and Lisa's just suggested you work on deflecting P2's attacks. Not a bad idea, you think, it's about time you started catching up to her ridiculous ability. How do you want to go about it though? Should you manifest your bone armour? It'd help absorb any impact but it might slow you down...

>Armour
>No armour

Roll some dice to see how you do, best of three

Free for all will come later

>>36805640
>Work on manifesting bone armoire in response to attacks we can't deflect

Rolled 10 (1d17)

>>36805640

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>36805640
>>36805670
Bone armor as a response to attacks we can't deflect sounds like a good idea

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>36805640

>>36805133
I'm here, yes. Anything you need doodled poorly?

>>36806410
I want an updated QM lineup. We got Caligula and Maus to add

BEND TO MY WHIMS!

>>36806437
Shit, there's been a lot of threads since the last one. I'll see what can be done.

>>36806460
It's not urgent and I can imagine it'll take a while to trawl through them all to roundup everyone.

>>36806410
Yumi's updated form would be cool, but kinda complex? The important thing is she has thrusters on her wings, has a great ass, wears a red tie, has an immaculate posterior, has a pink and black color scheme with a kitty helmet like in DRRR, and has a cute butt. Also, flaming sword, as well as a bodacious bottom.

>>36806539
Or the new MC, Ashley Jr. He's a red boy with tattered jeans and a white turban/scarf who wields a claymore. A lot simpler.

>>36806593
>red boy
He's just shy of 6 foot now though isn't he? Not quite sure 'boy' fully applies to him

Also did he have horns? I forget

>>36806619
He doesn't have horns, just fangs and claws. He's also 5'6", but could even be 5'7" about now.

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>>36806593
I can get this done by tomorrow, since I'm doing a quest thing now.
>>36806539
I offer you this, and Yumi no longer has the red tie since Mori Freeman removed it. Her color scheme also seems a lot more angelic, but I do monochrome so whatever.

>>36805640

You mind flits back to that bath yesterday, more specifically that moment you'd stepped in and had reflexively manifested your bone armour around your feet and legs when they entered the too hot water. Being able to do something similar mid-battle would be incredibly useful for the times that you're unable to fully manifest your armour for whatever reason.

"One moment, I just want to test something." you say, closing your eyes.


You hold a mental picture of yourself and then envisage your armour encasing you. Sure enough you feel the familiar pressure as it does so, and distantly note that Lisa makes a soft awed sound.

Henh, you'd forgotten she'd only seen a little of it til now.

>>36805688
>Rolled 10 (1d17)

Putting that aside you resume your focus, dissipating it, and then imagining it reappearing, but not solidifying, rather flowing around you. You feel a shifting weight across you and crack one eye open to confirm that it is behaving as you want it to, coiling silkily. You shut your eye and concentrate on the next bit: slowly phasing a little of the liquid bone out at a time until you no longer have a complete covering across you, gaps forming and waning. You shave more and more away until you're left with winding strands, detached from one another.

You'll need to watch this next part so you will the remaining tendrils to gather over your right arm as you hold it outstretched and open your eyes. You see it as you imagined.

Here goes nothing.

>(Cont.)

>>36806709
Yumi still has the red tie. She just wears it on her neck now. I'll go edit the character sheet real quick...

>>36806762

You tense your arm, the action helping you manipulate the fluid into suddenly hardening where it is, a couple slipping from your arm and falling to the floor. You sweep your arm to the side, the bone shapes disappearing.

The principle is sound. Just need to improve the speed and accuracy of the control, then develop the combat-awareness to know when and where to manifest them... You think it'd be best to practise this by yourself more before attempting to use it to deflect anything though.

And on that note, it's time for that deflecting session.

"Ah, sorry about the wait there everyone. I'd thought of a way to use my powers to deflect attacks but I don't yet have enough control over them to try it just yet." you bring your hand up, staff flowing into it, "I'm ready."

"Then let us begin." intones P2.

She starts out basic, sending a single tentacle at a moderate speed towards you which you bat away confidently. A couple more individual strikes and she switches it up to consecutive attacks, though still from easy to block directions.

"You are doing well so far. I shall begin to increase the speed."

>>36805727
>Rolled 19 (1d20)

And does she ever. It's all you can do to keep the staff moving, arms straining as pull back on it here, push there, bring your arms round in a circular motion to spin it before you, duck that one since you can't pull back in time...

>(Cont.)

>>36806792

Still, you fairly surprise yourself with how far you're holding out and the way that you've managed to make every retaliatory blow of yours land as you intended.

Then you slip up, a tentacle catching your lower leg and sweeping you off your feet, tumbling you into an exhausted mess on the floor.

"Hey, you were doing great!" bubbles Lisa as she bounds over, holding out a water bottle for you.

Your breathing settles and you sit up, taking it and gulping it down.

"It is as she says."
"Haaaaah... Thanks guys..." you manage to breath out.
"Hey, I was thinking we could try a free for all spar." says Lisa enthusiastically, "It might get a bit too muddled but it should be good fun!"

>Ah, gimme some time to rest first... Practise with P2 for the moment or something
>Sure, one sec to catch my breath
>Hmm... Sounds good but we ought to catch Dad sooner rather than later
>Other (Write-in)

>>36806810

>Sure, one sec to catch my breath

>>36806810
>Sure, one sec to catch my breath

>>36806858
>>36806859
Kewl, we doing this as Jonny or Lisa? Or both? I can the old perspective switcheroo again.

How much time do you want me to spend on this? Not that I mind doing so but I feel like I spend a long time detailing combat scenes

>>36806900
Sure, why not?

>>36806900
Lisa to see if we can get past the bones

I'm fine with the combat stuff.

>>36806980
>>36806999
Right you are, and lastly, do you still want Lisa to use the sheathed hunting knife for this? You could also have her use all manner of things that Jonny bonemakes for her

>>36806900
Both is fine though I'd like to switch back to Jonny when it's over.

>>36807028
Well, a bone tool that's equivalent to the hunting knife in heft but not sharpness would be fine.

Actually, an unsheathed hunting knife sounds more interesting. Either the hunting knife or a bonedo.

>>36807028
A couple of blunted bone daggers would be good.

>>36807028
Sheathed knife or some other short weapon seems like it would be useful for her style of fighting.

Maybe a few blunt bone knives.

>>36806810

"Sure, one sec to catch my breath." you say, propping yourself up with the staff, "Mind if I wear my armour for this? I don't wanna get caught between you two going at it seriously without it, haha."
"Yeah, sounds good. But you gotta make me a couple of blunted bone knives then. I wanna shank you good!"
"Hahah, you got it!" you say as you toss a fresh pair at her.

The three of you square off. You're covered head to toe in your armour. It's a reassuring feeling, as if you could be pushed down the stairs without sustaining any injuries. Across from you to your right is your sister simply wearing the borrowed checkered blouse and jean dungarees with the knives you just crafted her. On the left is P2, her tentacles flexing in wait.

"Ready." she asks. You both give your assent. "Then we begin."

At that Lisa has already sprung towards you, closing half the distance in no time at all and you bring the staff across to block only for a tentacle to shoot across your vision, Lisa flattening to the floor to avoid it, rolling to the side and jumping to avoid the next one as it-

>(Cont.)

>>36807749

OH SHIT. Gotta dodge gotta dodge gotta dodge.

You kick your legs out from under you, throwing out your hands to absorb the impact as you hit the ground and roll backwards to put more distance between you, rising to a crouch to see Lisa blurring as she deflects P2 with her knives.

You realise that your staff is out of reach so you summon another as you stand and sprint back into the fray.

PERSPECTIVE CHANGE:

YOU ARE LISA and you've just managed to find a gap out of the maelstrom of tentacles around you, flitting through it as it closes behind you, bouncing off the ground as a limb sweeps below.

You spot Jonny on your peripheral, charging with a staff held overhead and turn to deflect it with your knife, sending the other towards his helmet but to give him credit he managed to bring up a bone-clad forearm to catch, following up with a knee that you slip around leaving him to take a hit from P2.

You spin and as he flies backwards you nip past, leaping sideways to slip between two horizontal tentacles and tucking one knife into the front pocket on your dungarees to leave it free to meet the ground in a handstand, pushing off and retrieving the knife to knock an attack from P2 away as you drift through the air.

>Roll 3d100, median of three. First number is Jonny, second is Lisa and third is Prime 2

Rolled 82, 78, 73 = 233 (3d100)

>>36807764
Go Johnny go

Rolled 76, 41, 69 = 186 (3d100)

>>36807764

>>36807786
Johnny does seem to be faring best! >>36807831

Rolled 53, 50, 14 = 117 (3d100)

>>36807764
Tentacles for everyone!

Rolled 58, 15, 80 = 153 (3d100)

>>36807764

>>36807786
>>36807831
>>36807850
Well you got your wish with Jonny
>76, 50, 69

Muh Lisa ;__;

>>36807850
>Tentacles for everyone
>P-Too gets a 14
Heh

>>36807887
Hmm, I wonder what he gets for winning? I hope it's tentacles

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>>36808274

>>36808274
>I hope it's tentacles.
Nah, I'd prefer Johnny's genitalia/appendages stayed human.

>>36808322
Get a load of this guy...

>>36808322
Not what I meant.

>>36808348
>>36808338
Nah, I'd prefer Johnny stayed loyal to his sister-waifu Lisa.

>>36808528
Who do you think suggested the idea?

>>36808528
There are enough tentacles for both.

>>36807764

>76, 50, 69

You realise you pushed off too hard as you continue to lazily float in the air, gravity taking its sweet time to pull you back down again. Oh, and there it is, the inevitable strike from P2 coming at you from an awkward angle. You twist you arm behind you, knife outstretched to block the attack on your back and it sends your tumbling down towards the mess of tentacles below.

P2's taking it easy but Jonny's certainly holding his own, occasionally using the staff in a one-handed grip at the base for the extra reach in a manner that would make retaining it a problem but owing to his unique set of skills presents him no issue as he simply forms a replacement in the other hand and keeps going. He's started to advance on P2 with that technique...

Looks like a good time to go after him!

PERSEPCTIVE CHANGE:

YOU ARE JONNY and you feel stronger than normal, more agile and certainly not as encumbered as you had expected to be in a full suit of armour. Hell, you feel more energetic than earlier when you were deflecting P2 without it, maybe it's just the exhileration of a full on battle? You also suspect that your field of view is vastly greater than what a fullface helmet should offer...

But that aside, you realised that your capacity to create weapons on the fly allowed for much wilder attacking, being able to simply release them rather than work with the momentum. A shadow crossing your vision alerts you and you look up to see Lisa sprialling towards you, raising your staff with spread hands to catch her, dipping one knee and turning to put your shoulder into it as you shift the staff to the vertical, flinging Lisa away with the staff as you rise again. You stride towards her as she rights herself and sweep down with a newly manifested bone in one hand which she catches lightly with a knife, sending it crashing down beside her.

>(Cont.)

>>36808971

She tries to take this opportunity to lunge at you but you bring your other hand up with another new bone braced on your shin. You see the surprise on her face as this blocks her and you shove hard on it to knock her back, flinging it aside as you take another step forward to lash out with a straight punch that catches her square in the chest, sending her flying backwards.

Your peripheral tracks a tentacle bearing down and you swing out with a new staff in one hand to beat it back as you continue towards Lisa...

PERSPECTIVE CHANGE:

YOU ARE LISA and heavens above is Jonny moving differently to before. The unnecessary aspects to the way he moved as he practised with P2 earlier are gone, replaced by a solid determination as he stalks towards you, deflecting another of P2's tentacles without even turning his head. You'd been holding back somewhat up to now but you're questioning the need as the juggernaut before you advances.

Well, time to pull out all the stops.

You focus, clearing your mind and Jonny slows. You dash towards him and swipe upwards, catching his wrist as he's mid-creation, the white liquid losing form and spraying past you as you rotate, smacking him in the stomach with a side kick. Another tentacle comes in but you redirect its trajectory with a knife, sending it over your head at Jonny.

>(Cont.)

>>36808988

You finish your rotation to find Jonny midair, flung back by the combined efforts of your kick and P2's swipe. Your legs become a flurry as you speed toward him, glancing a newly created staff away as you jump over his prone form, outstretched leg hooking under his chin as you dive forward, tucking your knives away as you cartwheel off. You stamp your heel down and spin to bring your other leg round to kick him in the head as he sails past you upside down, setting him spinning before crashing to the floor and skittering away-

THUD

Your view reorients itself and you come to realise you're spinning through the air. A dull ache flares in your shoulder, oh that would explain it, P2 got a hit in on you whilst you were distracted...

You pull a knife out and plunge it into the soil, your momentum ripping it out an instant later with it still serving to right you as you face a writhing storm of muted crimson as it descends upon you. Then you're in the thick of it, straining as you duck and weave, the roiling mass a streaky blur around you-

THUMP

Wait, that's not the direction you tried to jump in, you meant to go the oth-

THWACK

Hunh? What're you doing this way up...? And now everything's gone still..? Oh, she's caught you by your waist...

PERSPECTIVE CHANGE:

YOU ARE JONNY and you've just propped yourself up on your elbows in time to watch P2 descend on Lisa before suddenly slowing and carefully depositing her flat on the floor.

"You both did well." intones P2, "Especially you Jonny. I did not expect the feats you were capable of."

You cough a moment before catching your breath. Boy Lisa really did a number on you with that kick to the stomach...
>Write-in your reply

>>36809008
>"Yeah... I guess it runs in the family."

>>36809008
>"Hell, I don't know where it comes from. Maybe it has something to do with my bone powers? Though there's also Lisa. Hmm... Oh well, another thing to ask Dad about."

>>36809008

"Yeah... I guess it runs in the family." you manage to utter.

You clasp your eyes shut, recollecting your strength, then open them and stand, crossing to the pair of them.

"Aaaaaahh....." sighs Lisa, "That was fun. Should do it again..."

Then she blinks and a look of concentration crosses her face again. She flips up again into a stand and turns to you.

"You were moving COMPLETELY differently to earlier when you were practising with P2 though. You weren't just substantially faster, your movements were efficient. Lean."

"Hell, I don't know where it comes from. Maybe it has something to do with my bone powers? Still, it's not like you're any less absurd in your movements. When you got serious you literally tripled in speed, I was on my back before I could process what I was seeing. Hmm... Oh well, another thing to ask Dad about."

>(Cont.)

>>36809314

"Yeah, true. Wonder whether he's secretly got crazy powers or something... It'd explain a lot..." she stretches her arms above her, "Still. I'm knackered right now, he can wait til after lunch. I'ma go flop on P2..."
"Will you now." says P2 as she subtly starts arranging her tentacles into a hollow.
"That I will, and you can't stop me." Lisa replies in a sing song voice. "Thanks for these by the way." she says, handing you the pair of daggers.
"Ah, no problem..." you say, skimming your hands over them as they evaporate, "That flopping sounds like a plan though..."

Lisa chuckles as she drapes herself over some of P2's nearby tentacles, which lift her and deposit her snugly into the prearranged spot. Dissipating the armour you step forward and stumble as P2 sweeps your legs out from under you, plonking you beside Lisa.

"Haaaaaa....." you sigh, closing you eyes, arms tucked behind your head.

---

And with that my very own eyes are closing. Tomorrow's last time I'll be QMing this side of... January maybe? With a bit of luck I'll manage to keep up with playing the quest but if it seems quieter than usual you'll know why.

>>36809339
Thanks for running.

Is anyone planning to continue QMing in this thread by the way? If not I'll archive it now

>>36809423
You can Archive it, I may run a bit tomorrow before I do Necromancer stuff.

>>36809589
Done then, hopefully you're still going when I wake if you do...

>>36809423
I could QM a bit, but I'm also interested in what other people are going to do.

>>36809623
I'll participate now, but not run currently.

>>36809623
I'll play.

'Kay.
>Ashleigh Hanzo Fightmaster II's adventures in the Swamp
>Yumi and Usagi's adventures in the perpetually wintry land of Pos
>What became of that mecha pilot that Jonny took advantage of when she was dead

>>36809845
>What became of that mecha pilot that Jonny took advantage of when she was dead
You have my interest. Not least because a mecha shortly exploded thereafter

>>36809845
>Yumi and Usagi

>>36809845
>What became of that mecha pilot that Jonny took advantage of when she was dead
>Too Many Yumis

>>36809845

>What became of that mecha pilot

I've been wondering about that. Time to find out.

>>36809898
Fuck, that song's in my head again. ...kill me. Please. KILL ME!

Please forgive me for any computer system lingo that's whack. I don't use computers all that often.

>System startup...
>All systems: Check
>Main screen: On
The world appears in a flickery, green state before you. You try to angle your head a bit, and you hear a whirring as you do.

"She's awake," someone says as they wave a hand in front of your face.

"Banzai!" someone says before blowing into one of those party flutes. The colorful yet green-tinted plastic flies at you. You try to blink, but find that you are unable.

You can't even move your limbs! Wait, your limbs... You don't have any.

"Hahaa! She works!" a scientist says as they bring out the sake bottle.

"Not yet she doesn't. She can't even walk."

What? Of course you can walk. In fact, you're one of the most naturally agile people in Japan. It's why they let you pilot mechas.

"What happened with her old body?"

"It's being handled by top men," a woman's voice says.

What do they mean by 'your' body? Wait... that Texan girl. SHE-

"Doctor Fujiwara, I, uh, didn't know you would be coming here!"

"You all should know better than to celebrate like that around the prototype."

"Sumimasen!" a scientist says as he goes to put away the sake.

>Scream incoherently.
>"Yo, gimme summa dat!"
>"I want my body back!"
>Stay silent.

>>36810424
>"I want my body back!"
Gotta have a body.

>>36810424

>"I want my body back!"

>>36810424
>"I want my body back!"

Bodies are a nice thing to have

"i WANT MY BODY back!" you yell with a screech and a good amount of gears creaking. "gIVE IT BACK TO MEEEE!"

"Oh, for Emperor's sake, who turned her on!?" the head scientist yells.

The scientists all start pointing at each other. The head scientist lady gets out a remote control. "I'm going to count to san."

Before she even starts counting, the scientists' many fingers all eventually settle on one guy. "You guys! I thought we had each other's backs!"

The head scientist points a remote at the betrayed scientist, and pushes a button. The scientist then picks up a screwdriver, and guts himself with it. "BLOOHHHCKCKHH!"

"Never forget that despite being the best minds that Japan has to offer, you are all even more expendable than that machine."

"Hai..." the scientists all say resignedly. "Dude, not on the sake!" a scientist says as they guard their bottle from the screwed over scientist, who's keeled over and died now.

"GivE ME My BODy BaaaAck!" you say again, insistent, thrashing against a metallic frame and wires futilely.

The head scientist sighs, and says, "Take this party somewhere else, and get one of the janitors in here."

The scientists all leave save the head scientist lady, who walks up to you.

"SHOGUN KYU, or should I say, Yumi Sanzaru. Why do you want your old body back? Don't you realize we can give you a better one? You even used machines quite a bit in your past life."

>Try to bite her.
>Write-in

>>36810870
>Try to bite her.
"No! I like being human!"

>>36810870
>"It's mine! It's me! Give me my body back!"

Bite, or no?

>>36811018
Sure.

>>36811018
Sure thing

"NOOoooooOO! I liKe BEing HuMAN!" you yell. "IT IS mine! It's ME! GiVE ME mY BODY Back!"

"Fufufu... I see that you are not acting logically right now," she says while holding up a finger and waving it at you. "Perhaps when you are reactivated, you shall see reason?"

CHOMP. You bite down hard on her finger.

"... AAAAAAAAAHHHH!" she screams. "LETGO LET GO LET ME GO!!!"

You grind your teeth against the finger. You draw some blood, and then hear a snap. That'll do it. You open your mouth, causing her to lose her balance and fall to the ground.

"You... wild animal! You'll pay for this!" the scientist screams at you, nursing her broken and bloody finger. She gets up and raises a fist, but is stopped by a person you had failed to notice before.

A young woman has the scientist in a firm chokehold. "Dr. Fujiwara, let us not forget your own words: You are even more expendable than that machine over there."

"Ohfuckohfuckohfuck! It's Inugami!" the scientist whispers in fright.

"Be thankful she did not tear it off, Doctor. You should have known better than to provoke this one, who has a history of violence and doing as she wills," the black-garbed woman says through her cloth mask. She looks at you and says, "You also. You're in no condition to run anywhere, that act of insubordination was useless. Digital dummies the both of you."

The shadowy woman releases the doctor scientist, and takes out a large ring. You spot a similar one around her own neck.
"Since you are doubly of no use to anyone with the state you're in and that bad habit of yours, we'll make do with this..."

She walks up to you. "This should keep you in line..."

>Fuck that.
>Fuck it.
>Write-in

>>36811599
>Fuck this.

>>36811599
I feel I should be more clear with these choices.
>Fuck that. (Resist)
>Fuck it. (Accept it)

>>36811599
>Fuck you.

>>36811599
>Fuck that

>>36811599
>Fuck that
>Fuck you

>>36811614
>>36811646
>>36811667
>>36811680
Roll 1d100 to resist, average of three.

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>36811716

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>36811716

>>36811726
>>36811727
HAHAHA, c'mon, just one more!

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>36811716

>>36811769
Well at least it's over 50

>>36811778
It's actually 41. Writing!

>>36811778
It's 41...

>>36811796
>>36811800

I was talking about that roll, not the average

You thrash as much as you can away from her, snapping at her as much as you can with your teeth.

"Maybe a muzzle is required as well? I think I may have a spare one at home" the ninja says as she tries to find a good opportunity to place the ring on you.

"FuCK YOUUUuuuUUuuu!" you shout at her, and spit on her. It lands on her mask.

"Enough," she says with a chop to your jugular.

You pause from the attack, giving her just enough time to slip the ring, no wait, the crown on your head.

Your mind is filled with thoughts of Glorious Nippon and the Emperor's Will as the ninja reaches around to deactivate yo-

>END OF CHAPTER 11, PART 1

>>36811982
Though it's really more of a prologue, or an interlude, than its own chapter.

>Yumi and Usagi
>Ashleigh Junior

>>36812040
>Ash

>>36812040
>ashleigh

>>36812040
Ash.

YOU ARE ASH and you are currently wading through the Swamp to find that person who called for help about 10 minutes ago, as well as that mysterious presence.

You come to that spot you had arrived at earlier. In one direction are some trees bearing fruit amidst their vines. In another direction is a bunch of big-ass glowing mushrooms. You feel something wet and slimy brush up against you as it heads toward someplace.

There's that moaning again, also. Is that a ghost? That would explain why you feel a presence. You've been able to witness a lot of weird shit during your life, like the time you caught those naiads playing in the river. What a sticky situation that was!

Goddamn it, you're spacing out again. You need to find that person who called for help, stat!

Which direction do you head off in?
>Fruity Vines
>Mushrooms
>Wet and Slimies
>Why can't I just go get blown by Nina some more?

>>36812273
>Fruity Vines
Consuming odd foods can only end well.

>>36812303
K. Roll 1d3 until one number is rolled twice.

Rolled 2 (1d3)

>>36812381

Rolled 3 (1d3)

>>36812381

Rolled 1 (1d3)

>>36812381

Rolled 3 (1d3)

>>36812381

Rolled 3 (1d3)

>>36812404
>>36812425
3 it is. Or is it?

>>36812435
Heh.

You decide to head over in the direction of those vines. The fruit is too high up for you to reach, but you reckon that you could get to it if you climbed up a vine. First thing's first, though.

You make your way through the vines, trying to hear over the sound of frogs and the occasional splash. However, you do note that the moaning is getting louder the more you head this way! You're pretty lucky sometimes.

You finally come across a tree that's bigger than the others. There are a myriad of vines hanging down from it. The moans seem to be coming from the top of it. Perhaps the tree is haunted by an evil spirit!?

>Climb the trunk
>Climb the vines
>Write-in

>>36812665
>Climb the trunk
No point risking our weight on the vines.

>>36812665
>Climb the trunk

>>36812665
>Climb the trunk

Deciding against using the vines to pull yourself up to the top, you wade over to the enormous trunk. This tree is pretty tall and slick. Hm, this will be difficult.

You try to see if there's any place you can grip or dig your hands into, and as you do, your claws sink into the moist bark. You retract your claws, and your hand comes free of the trunk. You grip your claymore in your mouth, and start clawing your way up the tree.

The going is slow. Nothing but climbing, and climbing, and climbing, and climbing, up, up, up, and up the tree. You wonder at how your claws can take the treatment you're putting them through. You look up, and see that you're nearly halfway there. You redouble your efforts as you make your way up the tree.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9aHQnDTd1y4

You finally reach the top branches, which are as thick as a car. You grab onto one, take the claymore out of your mouth, and swing yourself up to the top. The moaning is as loud as it'll ever be, and you look above you to see the source of it.

>Cont.

What appears to be a green boy with pointed ears and golden trinkets hangs in wrathful embrace of several vines, some yanking on the gold chain connected to his piercing nipples, others coiling around his verdant cock and piercing into his asshole. His mouth is currently filled with a fruit that's being shoved in there by a vine constricting around his head. He cries out in both pain and pleasure as the vines squeeze juice onto him.

The boy moans as he ejaculates down onto the tree, into an area where unique vines sprout flowers to catch the sperm.

He's up there because he wanted something to eat, and because the tree wanted something to eat.

>What do?

>>36813009
>Jerk off a little then start cutting vines.

>>36813025
Wait, do you want to finish, and then see about cutting down the vines, or do you wanna start jerking off as you cut down some vines?

>>36813218
I meant just enjoy the view for a minute or two and then get down to the business of freeing the guy.

The sight before you turns you on immensely, and before you know it, you've gotten it out and start jerking it. Something about a cute boy like that wearing those trinkets, and being in that situation. Not to mention that look on his face where his eyes are rolled up as his mind is dashed.

Right, you can't leave him up there much longer.

You spot a vine that's entangled one of his arms, trace it down to a spot you can reach, and swing your claymore down on it. The vine severs cleanly.

Two more vines appear to coil themselves around the boy's arm. How annoying.

Eventually, you've rounded up all nine of those pesky vines, and sever them with a great cleave from your sword. The green boy falls, the vines no longer supporting him. He's about to land in those flowery vines.

>Catch him
>Whatever
>Jump to catch him (Roll 1d20, worst of three)
>Write-in

>>36813398

>Catch him

You run forth into the grove of fines, squishing several as you hold your arms out. The boy lands in your arms with a "Pomf=3" and looks up at you in a daze. The world rumbles as you both hear a deafening screech from the tree.

EERRRAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!

The screech fades, and the tree stabilizes. You take a step back, causing another tremor. The vines beneath you are thrashing and waving about in pain. You think they're hissing at you.

More than a hundred fruit-bearing vines swoop in from all directions.

>What do?

>Stomp the yard
>Step up 2 the branches
>Shall we sword?
>Write-in

>>36813656
>Step up 2 the branches

You hold the shell-shocked weirdo close to yourself as you run over to a branch. More flowers get trampled as you make your way over, causing all the vines that have gathered to flail about, some of them even whipping across your back.

You do manage to get out of the trunk's center, running up a gargantuan branch. The vines seem to have calmed down, and by that, I mean that they're starting to close in on you.

You can see the bases of some vines hanging off of the branch you're standing on, though their grabby bits aren't on your level just yet.

>Swing from vine to vine, descending downwards
>Cut off a vine to use later
>Try to cut the branch off of the tree with your sword
>Write-in

>>36813774

>Swing from vine to vine, descending downwards

"Hold on to me," you say to the boy, and you realize that there's a horn sticking out of his forehead. It has a golden ring on it. You briefly wonder whether this guy is a leprechaun, when he squeezes himself to your body, breaking you out of your rumination.

With your now free hand, you reach down and grab the base of a vine. You leap off the side of the branch into the night sky below.

The vine is relatively unbending sturdy compared to how vines are supposed to be, but the combined weight of two bodies on its base give way to you swinging to another vine.

There are so many vines to swing down on, and so many that want to grab hold of you.

>Roll 8d100

Rolled 91, 35, 66, 41, 65, 86, 94, 27 = 505 (8d100)

>>36813955

You swing down on the vine, letting go, reaching out to grab another...

>91
Which you do, smoothly riding yet another unsuspecting vine to the ground. You spot the garden of jizz and flowers off to your left.

>35
Bam! A vine's fruit impacts against your face while you're distracted, causing you to lose your trajectory, spinning you some. When you finally do get your sense of direction back, you see that you're flying towards that tree's trunk at speed that makes tomatoes go SPLAT.

>66
You stick your legs out before you, locking them into place. You hit the tree hard, and your legs brace painfully. Your legs are probably broken from that. Hahahahaha! However, you've successfully stopped you and your companion from going SPLAT, and your legs are fine. You kick off of the tree, and...

>41
Suddenly, a vine whips at your hand, drawing blood. You spot another one heading towards the two of you, and raise your sword.

>65
The vine is deflected off of the claymore, heading towards...

>86
Your outstretched hand, which has discarded the previous vine. The vine bends to your weight, and you sail down through the sky. However, after a moment the vine starts to coil around the two of you. Soon, the two of you will be perpetual fertilizer for these vines.

>94
Not if you and your sword have anything to say about it! You cut through the vine, freeing the both of you from its viney clutches. Wait a second...

>27
Yup, you're falling.

"Uhh, remember to hold on," you say.

"You cut the vine."

"Yeeaahhhh?"

"Oh, what rotten luck I have!" the boy groans.

>Roll 1d3 for landing.

Rolled 1 (1d3)

>>36814168

>>36814307
K. I'm a use that roll for next time, for I ammm tired.

>>36814314
Aight, I just woke up so I can't blame you.

Alright, sorry guys, I'm gonna have to flake on QMing today.

>>36817544
S'fine

I can continue. Roll call!

>>36819772
Reporting in!

>>36819772
Reportin

You are awakened with a frantic shaking. Your eyes drift open to see that green boy on top of your lap, which is submerged in swamp water.

"'ey! ye gran'?" he asks you as he slaps you awake.

"Wha?" you ask as he keeps slapping you.

"Yer tuk gollier fall jist den," he says. "Ye gran' so?"

Right, you fell through the air because you cut that vine. While you were both falling, you spun to where you would hit the ground instead of your rescuee. You remember a big SPLASH, and then darkness.

"Yeah, I'm oka-HRRK," you say, before turning your head to the side and coughing up some water that got into your lungs.

The green boy pats you on the shoulder, and says, "That's roi, git it al' oyt."

You finish coughing up swamp sludge, and turn to face your companion.

>What do you ask him?

>>36820799
>"What in tarnation is up wit' dat accent?"
>"Also who the hell are you?"
>"You looked like you were enjoying yoursefl..."

You can barely make out a word he's saying. "What in tarnation is up wit' dat accent?" you ask as Southernly as you can.

"Oh! Ahem, sorry, it's a dialect from my homeland," the boy says as he scratches his head sheepishly, gold bracelets jingling.

"Also, who the hell are you?"

He pounds a fist to his chest, and says proudly, "I am known as Príomh Trí Déag of Captain Bubzi's warband."

A warband? This brat is a warrior? "How could someone like you be in a warband? Not to mention, you looked like you were enjoying yourself up there..."

Trideag pouts at that, and says, "Eh, you learn to enjoy tentacles after a while. My friend Dó is really good at working me, but that tree back there, it just wouldn't let up. It was going to keep me there for the rest of eternity, it seems like! That business gets painful and really boring after a while. Oh yeah, you saved me!"

Trideag hugs you and plants a kiss on your lips. He pulls back and smiles at you.

>What do?

>>36821060
>"Well, I've got a pet I tied to a tree a little ways yonder that I need to recollect, you're welcome to come with me if you want"

You get up out of the swamp, water falling off of your soaked body, and wipe your claymore off. Don't want it to rust, that'll get your opponents' blood all dirty. Oh yeah, you've got that vine from earlier. You pull it up out of the water, and you see that there are two fruits attached to it. You offer one to Trideag, and he declines by holding up a hand and shaking his head. Hmm, well you'll just give the other to Nina then.

You dig into your own fruit, and it's pretty good. Tangy juice flows out of your mouth and down to your chest, Surprisingly, Trideag walks up to you and cleans the juice off with his tongue. You think to yourself about what you're going to do with this weirdo.

You say, "Well, I've got a pet I left over in the woods that I need to get real quick, you're welcome to come along if you want."

Trideag looks unsure for a moment. "Um, are you heading in a Westerly direction? I'm not comfortable with heading anyplace else, and besides, I have a prior engagement with catching up to my warband."

You tell him that you were heading West as well.

"Let's be aff den!" he says.

The two of you head off to the clearing.

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Along the way, your emerald companion manages to trip and fall at nearly every opportunity, earning many scrapes and bruises.

"Oh, it's been this way ever since my homeland got fucked over. If there's some unlucky experience to be had, I usually have it."

That's not fair. What'd he do to deserve that shit deal?

>Here let me see that...
>Continue on to Nina

>>36821670
>Here let me see that...

>>36821670
>Here let me see that..
Found Prime 13.

>>36821703
He's a lot less gargantuan than that scout demon had led Fel to believe

"Wait," you say. "Here, let me see your legs real quick."

"What? No, it's no trouble, I'm fine, really!" he says as he continues to walk with a limp.

You pick him up in spite of his protests, and sit him down on a root above the water. You take a look at his legs. Those recent scrapes and bruises are just a small addition to what's already there. There are several cuts that leak both blood and puss, bruises that have swollen up considerably, and the smell is awful.

>Lick
>Don't Lick
>Lick, use Nina's fruit to cleanse the flavor.
>Write-in

>>36821992
>Lick
Who needs to enjoy it? Take your benevolent actions like a man!

>>36821992
>Lick
>Wince at the taste

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>>36822012
Writing.

You bend you head and lick his sore flesh, earning a shriek from him. Iiick. The taste is something else, causing you to sour your expression and grimace.

"What are you doing!? Don't lick there! That place is filthy! You'll get sick!" he yells while trying to worm away from you. You grip him by the hip, and salivate your tongue a bit. You stick your wet tongue out once more, bringing it down on his dirty and bloody skin.

The taste is even worse now, but there's no stopping you. After all, you have the opportunity to help someone, and you are not going to sit on your ass while the problems persist.

"Wh-why are youuu... Ahh..." Trideag moans. Hmmm, you think he likes it!

You continue licking up the grime and fluids, and you notice that his skin is now a lot smoother. The bumps on his knees are gone, and the cuts on his shins have healed. That just leaves his feet to deal with.

You take his verdant foot to your mouth, and place your mouth on it. You start sucking and licking his foot, focusing on the heavily blistered and weeping areas. Trideag lets out a sigh of ecstasy as you do so. That should be good. You remove yourself off of his foot, and start on the other one.

You've gotten get used to this filthy flavor, but it's still unpleasant. However, the uninfected areas taste of something minty. As you finish healing the sole of his foot with your tongue, you slide over to his toes. You work your tongue up and down the gaps between his toes, cleaning them of muck, and taste more of that mint on his clean skin.

"Ooooohhh, dat's it. Keep at it, don't stop!" Trideag wails, stroking his tummy and teasing his nipples with his chain.

You lick his toes some more, spitting the bad flavor out to enjoy their mintyness some more. You eventually start sucking his big toe, a cute little thing, and give him a footrub as you do.

"Oh, fuuuck dat's gud, ohhh... oh, ah!"

>Cont.

>>36822720
>Perk Gained: Pedo-phile

>>36822786
ha

>>36822786
To be fair, that would imply we haven't already had those moments with Nathan, Maxi and Nina

I'd hardly say it's gained at this point

You look up to see his penis erect, and a bead of pre leaking out at the tip. You take his other big toe into your mouth, and start sucking that as well.

"Uuuuu, ah! Fffffeck meeeeeeeee~!" he cries as sperm shoots up out of his dick, some of it landing in the swamp, most of it landing on his chest.

You go over to suck the remaining juice from his dick, jerking it as you do, to which Trideag laughs in gratitude and pats you on the head. You move up his chest to lick it clean it of sperm, It's got a flavor that could be compared to apple juice. You'll have to have some more later.

You finally reach his face, and kiss him on the lips. You draw back a little, but the green boy chases you, bumping you with his horn as he works his tongue into your mouth. He greedily swaps spit with you, and dances his tongue across yours. Trideag finally ends the kiss by wrapping his lips around you tongue and pulling it out of your mouth, sucking it clean. He looks up at you, panting.

"Heh, my legs are better now. It seems I'm indebted to you a great deal!"

>Take him.
>We should head off now.

>>36822786
BAHAHAHAHAHA!

>>36822947
>Take him
This could mean several things. I'm fine with any of them.

>>36822970
It involves Ash's dick in Trideag's butt.

>>36822947

>Take him.

>>36822988
Can I vote for it twice, then?

>>36823008
You certainly can. Writing!

>>36822988
'Unlucky one' my arse.
>Take him

>>36823022
No, unlucky one HIS arse

13 dead?

>>36823572
Look, I've never fucked a boy before, and my improvisation in smut takes time.

>>36823606
>He hasn't fucked a boy before
What are you doing on /tg/, man?

S'fine, no time limit on good Qming

>>36823606
The trick is to stick it in the pooper.
Ignore me, I'm just being glib. I await with great anticipation!

"Your legs would be even better if they were wrapped around me," you say with smirk.

Trideag grins, and does just as you described. His legs hug him close to you as you lift him up off of the root. You fiddle with your hard dick, and guide it up to his butt, which you grope with your other hand.

You pry his cheeks apart, which you move you dick in between.

"A little up, no, down, there it is!" Trideag says helpfully.

You push your cockhead against his tight pucker. There's a little resistance at first, but then it slides right in. Trideag lets out a satisfied sigh as he feels your girth inside him.

"Fuck me," he whispers.

You draw back a little, and then thrust your cock up into him. You continue to do do this brushing up against an area that you remember Mom focusing on yesterday morning. Hmmm, it's Dawn now.

"Ooh! Faster, please," Trideag

You increase your pace, making sure to thrust up into that gland.

"Aaahhh, hahaha," he laughs as more pre forms at the head of his dick. "A little harder!"

You grab him by the hips, and start pulling Trid down onto your cock, brushing your dick forcefully against his prostate. He grins and hugs himself tight to you as pre leaks out of his dick and down onto yours.

You keep at this for a good while, his trinkets jangling together as you continue to impale him on your dick. You feel yourself getting close, and you glance down to see that his dick is painfully erect, and shining from the amount of precum you've milked out.

He looks at you, and whispers, "Please, cum in me, cum in me, cum in me..."

You lean into silence him with a kiss, and accept his invitation to come inside with vigorous gratitude.

You fuck him as hard and fast as you are able, and you feel it approaching.

>Cont.

>>36823910
Trideag moans into your mouth as you both climax, his dick spurting out a good amount of cum onto both of your chests, but no where near the amount that you're filling him up with. He breaks the kiss and grins at you, starting to gyrate his hips to milk all of your jizz out into him.

Eventually, you feel the last of it spurt out, and you withdraw your dick from Trid's butt, cum spilling into the swamp water with a SPLOOSH. Trid reaches a hand down to scoop some of it up, and brings it to his lips. He slurps up your dickmilk noisily and messily, getting some of it on his face.

You brush some off with your thumb and bring it to his mouth, where he sucks your thumb clean of the white fluid. He lets go of the digit with a wet POP, gets himself down into the water, and smiles at you.

"Thanks for that. Should we head off now?" he asks you while eyeing your cream-covered cock.

>Yeah, Nina's probably getting ideas right about now. Besides, you've got something for her to take care of...
>Have him clean it for you.

>>36824082
>Yeah, Nina's probably getting ideas right about now. Besides, you've got something for her to take care of...

>>36823910
>"Ooh! Faster, please," Trideag
Fuck, I forgot to write a sentence.
>"Ooh! Faster, please," Trideag urges as you get funky in his derriere.
Or something along those lines.

>>36824082
>Yeah, Nina's probably getting ideas right about now. Besides, you've got something for her to take care of...
Wouldn't be right to deny Nina her new purpose in life.

>>36824082
>Yeah, Nina's probably getting ideas right about now. Besides, you've got something for her to take care of...
She's so trying to escape right now

>>36824227
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eyaf1yMHx54
Writing.

"Yeah, my pet's probably getting ideas right about now. Besides, I've got something for her to take care of," you say as you gesture to your dick.

"Oh..." Trid says in a disappointed tone. His pointed ears droop down a little, but perk up again when you pat him on the head.

"Come on," you say, wading through the murky swamp once more.

"...'kay.," Trid whispers from behind you, matching your pace as the two of you make your way out of the swamp.

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Along the way, Trid keeps falling a tripping on stuff, and earning more cuts and bruises. At one point, an eel even tries to rape him, which you put a stop to with your claymore before the eel gets anywhere with your friend.
>GET: Eel x1

The amount of times you have to stop and clean his wounds wears on your patience a little. Trideag suggests that you check up on him every hour or so, to which you readily agree.

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The two of you finally cross over the fuckin' creek of fuckery, and reach the clearing. You can't see Nina anywhere. The sun peers out over the horizon, casting the world in purple and orange.

>Try to find her.
>Continue on.

>>36824550
>Continue on
We've got a willing fuckslave now anyways. Let her go get eaten by cannibals in the swamp

>>36824550
>Try to find her

>>36824550
>Try to find her.

>>36824578
Letting Nina get away with it. SHAMEFERU

Also, can we carry Trid? Should prevent him continually damaging himself

>>36824616
Alright, alright. We'll go and find her. And I support carrying Trideag.

"Dang, she ran off." You look over to your companion, and say, "Hey, can you help me find someone real quick? She's kinda hispanic, in her teens, wears a skirt, blond hair?"

"Okay!" he says with gusto.

The two of you set off in different directions, Trideag tripping on a root almost immediately.
"Sssshh, aaahhhh," you hear him grunt repeatedly as he rubs his knee.

His misfortune is only going to end up harming him some more if he goes off alone like that. You resolve to start carrying him around more as you survey the area for tracks and movement.

"Hey! I think I found her!" Trideag says behind you. Huh, maybe his luck took a turn for the better?

You turn around to see him pointing up at a tree, where Nina is currently sleeping in a weird pose. She has her wrist rocket gripped in her hands, and she's facing the swamp.

"The lassy is up there!" he shouts.

Nina stirs awake, mutters a faint, "Whaaa?" and yelps when she realizes she's up a tree. The girl loses her balance, and falls off.

"Trid, look out!" you yell, but it's too late. Trid looks up, only to have Nina come crashing down on him.

"Oof!" they both grunt.

END OF CHAPTER 10 PART 3

>>36825065
Dat cliffhanger...
;__;

So, did y'all have fun? Anything I could improve on?

>>36825141
It was pretty good. My only real complaint would be time intervals, but then everyone takes different amounts of time to write.

>>36825157
Yeah, I'm not fast. I apologize.

>>36825141
I did have fun, can't really think of any criticism

>>36825141
No complaints. Thanks for the faggotry. I finally get to see a bi, male, MC in a quest.

>>36825217
Indeed, that's not really my kinda thing but the novelty and way it was written was enjoyable

>>36825157
>>36825192
>>36825217
Thank you all! And >>36825217
I know, right? Why is that so rare?

>>36825319
Thanks!

>>36825217
Every character in Kabbalah seems to be bisexual.
I was apprehensive about love of the D, but the Kabbalah spirit has enlightened me.

>>36825338
I have no idea. I guess most anons can only imagine taking the D if they can be a girl while doing it. Not sure how that makes it better but whatever.

>>36825361
Well, there's Jonny, Bigg, and Rasina. Sugar also seems to be a lesbian nowadays.

>>36825437
Well, we ourselves are still a little iffy about being on the receiving end. There was that one time with Lisa and Jonny, but as you said, we were the girl that time.

>>36825361
Krag was only shown to be straight right? I can't remember a scene otherwise.

Jonny and Rasina so far are straight as well.

Slab was 'straight' but he had his way with Devon all the same.

If we expand our scope beyond MC's then I think Imouto was straight, Sugar... well she used to be a man so who knows how that counts.

>>36825521
Krag only had time for men, beasts, boys, and lolis.

>>36825514
>>36825521
Krag had sex, if I recall, with the male guards.

And yeah, exaggeration was had when I said every character. "Most MCs" would be more appropriate.
I'm not sure if Dalita counts. She had sex with men as a woman, but then sex with women as a man...

>>36825555
If there was a word to describe Dalita, I'd use "Sexual." Also, I hope Mausoleus didn't die.

>>36825555
Dalita is blatantly just pansexual though.

And yeah, forgot Krag did that.

And sure it was an exaggeration, but not much of one. I literally had to rack my brains to remember which ones were straight.

>>36825588
>Also, I hope Mausoleus didn't die.
Caligula too, he promised mysteries...

>>36825588
No, no I did not.
>>36825619
Not sure about Caligula

>>36825632
Hurray! Also, I think I saw him talking on a thread the other day.

>>36825619
Yeah, mysterious mysteries.

>>36825632
I'm sorry for snapping at you the other day over that "Roll High/Low" thing.

>>36825974
S'fine man. Were I not slightly preoccupied, I would offer to run. I'll let someone else go for now, and just participate.

Should we bump the thread for someone new to take over, or wait for another thread?