YOU are Tsuruya Miku: Idol, Technopath, big sister, girlfriend, and- at the moment- crazy jealous.

Akane has been on the phone for, like, two hours! She hasn't spoken a word of Japanese since she got on, you've no idea what she's saying (you think it might be Russian?), and she looks like she's having a grand old time.

You love seeing her like this- that smile stretching across her pretty face, those pearly whites, the way her long red hair bounces and sways with every little movement of her head, the way she bounces her stocking-clad feet gaily up and down and taps her toes on the floor, the way she laughs, the happy lilting cadence of her speech in whatever language it is she's speaking...

All these things that make her beautiful... they're yours, dammit!

Maybe it's greedy, maybe it's selfish, but you don't care! You're young, in love, and jealous of anyone who can make your girl as happy as you'd like her to be in her every waking moment.

…

She's seated in a black, high-backed leather chair, behind a big wooden desk in one of the offices off to the side of the building in which the superheavy tank is being built.

…

Also, you're pretty sure her bust has grown a little, and it demands inspection!

Er- t-that is, you might need to get her a new bulletproof vest! It's important for her job!

Y-yeah.

Nothing to do with wanting to feel her cushiony pillows of love.

Nothing at all.

…

>Seat yourself in her lap. Like a cat that wants to have its ears scratched... or a jealous girlfriend.
>Sneak up behind her and give those pillows a good squeeze. It's the least you can do.
>Leave her be. She's probably recruiting more people to work on this beast of a tank. You should also be working on said tank.
>Pout and wait.
>Go fetch 'that', your ultimate weapon. There's no way she can withstand 'that'... but it might be a bit unfair.
>Something else? (Write-in!)

>>37778486
>Go fetch 'that', your ultimate weapon. There's no way she can withstand 'that'... but it might be a bit unfair.
always choose mystery box

>>37778486
>Seat yourself in her lap. Like a cat that wants to have its ears scratched... or a jealous girlfriend.

>>37778486
>Go fetch 'that', your ultimate weapon. There's no way she can withstand 'that'... but it might be a bit unfair.
I agree, must know what this is.

>>37778573
>>37778680
>FETCH 'THAT'

>>37778596
Meow~ LOVE ME! Meow~

Okay, writing!

>>37778777
It was time. Time for 'that'.

…

You've no other option. You must use 'that'.

…

Is it unfair? Probably. Is it underhanded? Maybe. Is it gonna work? Definitely.

You swallow the lump forming in your throat and make your way out of the office room. You walk briskly to the changing rooms (which you had installed to make things easier for those who would be working here, so they wouldn't have to stay elsewhere- the building's easily big enough for their 'barracks' and what-not, after all, so it was really a no-brainer.

It doesn't take you long to reach your destination. You reach the locker without a name-tag, press your palm (your real one) to the hidden scanner in the thin-looking metal door, and enter the seventeen-digit pass-code without a second thought.

The door swings open with a reassuring CLUNK-CLACK as you lift the little handle, and, with some trepidation, you retrieve 'that'.

It's a simple thing, really. Far too simple to hold as much power as it does.

…

You remove 'that' from the locker, close the door, and slip into a stall to begin changing.

…

[1/2]

>>37779318
Oh boy.

How can one article of clothing be so... so...

You don't even know the proper words to describe it.

They say, “All's fair in love and war,” and, considering both of those things are, in one way or another, related to this situation...

…

You put on a jacket over it, to keep others from seeing.

It seems to take you forever to make your way back to the office in which Akane still remains, even though it took you just as long as the trip from there to the locker room took.

By the time you've reached the door, you're beginning to have doubts.

Your hand is on the knob.

All you need to do is twist.

…

>Do it.
>Chicken out.
>Something else? (Write-in!)

>>37779351
>Do it.
There is no shame is expressing your love of your girlfriend in the privacy of your own office! Even with 'that'!

>>37779351
>Do it.
aint no brakes on this train

>>37779351
>Do it.
DO IT

>>37779351
>Do it.
We can lock the door upon entering right? No problemo then, bet the place is sound-proofed decently.

>>37779390
>>37779391
>>37779420
>>37779498
>Ganbatte, Miku!

Unanimous anonymous!

Okay, writing!

>>37779619
Of course, we gotta take Akane's mind off of work!

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You take a deep breath, close your eyes, and twist the knob.

You step into the room, close and lock the door behind you, and close the blinds on the window.

Akane, who had been facing away from you, spins her chair around, notices you, and smiles widely at you before tilting her head curiously. She tugs on her shirt, then points at you and pantomimes shivering.

…

Of course she'd think you're cold. You're wearing a jacket over 'that', after all.

The phone takes her attention away for a few moments, and you take the opportunity to lose the jacket.

After a few brief exchanges in that same language that you assume is Russian, she hangs up and spins around in her chair with her hands thrust triumphantly up in the air, only to come to an abrupt stop when she finally sees what you're wearing.

Her jaw drops a little, and her eyes widen. “M-Miku...”

>Don't say anything. Approach her slowly, doing a good old-fashioned sexy-walk. Playtime's over.
>Pout.
>Tell her she's not allowed to have that much fun talking to other people anymore!
>Sit in her lap and make sad noises until she loves you more than everything else!
>Something else? (Write-in!)

>>37780258
>Sit in her lap and make sad noises until she loves you more than everything else!

>>37780258
Wow, lewd.
>Straddle her lap so your sweater-gap is in her face, then pout.

>>37780258
>>37780310
>>37780359
This

>>37780258
>Don't say anything. Approach her slowly, doing a good old-fashioned sexy-walk. Playtime's over.
>Straddle her lap and present the Miku-feast.

>>37780258
>>37780359
Backing.

>>37780310
>>37780359
>>37780384
>>37780421
>SEIZE CONTROL OF THE SITUATION WITH YOUR BREASTS

Okay, writing!

>>37780557
Surely, 'tis the point of the outfit.

>>37780556
>three seconds

Forgive me, anon.

>>37780586
Hmmm...I'll think about it~

You quickly make your way across the room, closing the distance between Akane and yourself with quick, purposeful strides. You reach the desk and take a moment to lean forward over the thing and tease her a bit before slipping around it and nimbly sliding yourself into her lap.

You look her in the eyes for a long moment, giving her your poutiest pout all the while, before lacing your fingers through her silky red hair and pulling her face into your chest.

No words are exchanged between the two of you.

Akane's hands find their way to your bum, which they eagerly seize hold of, and you wrap your arms around her head even as you bring your chin to rest on her crown.

…

>You are Akari!
>You are Mato!
>You're... someone else! (Write-in!)

>>37780918
>You are Akari!
Fine, fine, I'll spare you trying to fend off an 'other->Akane' custom.

>>37780918
Oh. Must've dropped my trip when the internet hiccuped.
That's me!

>>37780918
>You're... someone else! (Write-in!)
Akane.
No escape!

>>37780918
Akari time

>>37780918
>You are Mato!

Rolled 2 (1d5)

>>37780258
>the outfit
What's Miku's ability to actually fly it? As in, does she have a lot to show?

>>37781185
You mean, does she have deliciously soft and pillowy tits?

>>37781202
Yeah, let's go with that.

>>37781227
Well, let's hope for Akane's sake.
Really though, it's the intent that matters. If your GF shows you a boobwindow, you're gonna conquer that window even if there's not much in it.

>>37781185
They're just big enough to be there, but not so big as to be detrimental to her cute image.
Small/small-ish, but perky.

Akane is the bustier of the two by a pretty good margin.

>>37781005
>>37781103
>You're Akariii~n!

>>37781063
LEWD, ANON.
LEWD.

>>37781131
You're Mato!

Writing!

>>37781336
Again?

What the heck.

>>37781336
>not indulging in lewd
These are not the anons I know!
Ah well, probably for the best, EQM wouldn't know what to do with himself if it won anyway.

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YOU are Akari, and, at the moment, you're hanging out with Mokarin while Mato, Fate, and Yuu-chan do... whatever it is they're doing.

'Training,' they said, but you can't be entirely sure what -specifically- it is that they're doing.

They told you they'd be doing it for several hours at the least, though. So you have time to go and do stuff, if you want.

…

There's almost certainly something you can do- as appealing as 'sit around Fate's hideout for a few hours' sounds...

…

Mokarin tilts her head at you. “Are you experiencing boredom, Onee-sama?”

…

Onee-sama...?

… You'll... you'll just take that one in stride. It's not too odd, really.

…

You're on the border of the Strange. Surely you can find some sort of trouble.

…

And, failing that, you could stir up some trouble yourself.

>Nah. Just sit around and wait.
>Patrol the Strange.
>Go seek out some trouble.
>Go stir up some chaos. It's not like the Strange isn't a hole, anyways.
>Something else? (Write-in!)

>>37782010
>Patrol the Strange.
Do our duty!

>>37782010
>Patrol the Strange.
Let's see what Mokarin does.

>>37782010
>Go stir up some chaos. It's not like the Strange isn't a hole, anyways.

>>37782010
>Patrol the Strange.

>>37782010
>Patrol the Strange.
Justice!

>>37782075
>>37782100
>>37782266
>>37782471
>Patrol

>>37782131
CHAOS

...
I- I didn't forget to do the captcha! Promise!

Anyways!
>ROLL 2d6 FOR SHENANIGANS

Rolled 4, 1 = 5 (2d6)

>>37782573
Rolling for initiative.

Rolled 6, 3 = 9 (2d6)

>>37782573
Right-o

Rolled 3, 6 = 9 (2d6)

>>37782573

>>37782617
>>37782711
>>37782746
>9

Roger that!

Writing!

>>37782789
The wait is killing me, Boss.

>>37783219
Sorry!
I just got back from an interruption!

>>37783232
Watching the Superbowl?

>>37783345
Nope. Takin' care of business.

Post shouldn't take too much longer, now. Couple of minutes, maybe?

>>37783373
>Shenanigans incoming

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You convince Mokarin with few problems.

The exchange goes something like this.

“Let's go out and patrol!”

“Okay, Onee-sama.”

…

After being shocked into inaction by the surprise of her immediate and unquestioning compliance for a few moments, the two of you head out.

Mokarin hums a song quietly as the two of you walk the streets.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J-tvJcTPxHc

The sun has already begun to set by the time you encounter anything of interest, which makes the identity of the person all the more unusual- a little girl with blonde hair and a pretty red dress.

She runs up to you when she sees you, and hugs your legs.

“Have you seen Onee-sama?”

You shake your head. “Sorry, kiddo, you're the first person we've seen out here.”

She tears up and begins to cry, and you pat her head.

>Ask her what her Onee-sama looks like.
>Ask what she's doing out here, especially at this hour!
>Try to calm her down.
>Melt from the cuteness.
>Something else? (Write-in!)

>>37783584
>Try to calm her down.
>Ask her what her Onee-sama looks like.

>>37783584
>Ask her what her Onee-sama looks like.
We shall seek and not destroy. Yet.

>>37783584
>Thry to calm her down.
>Ask her what her Onee-sama looks like.
>Internally melt from the cuteness.

Rolled 5 (1d5)

>>37783584
>a little girl with blonde hair and a pretty red dress.
>She runs up to you when she sees you, and hugs your legs.
Is there anything strange about her? Is her grip stronger than a child's should be, for example?

>>37783584
>Melt from the cuteness.
>Ask her what her Onee-sama looks like.

>>37783773
Stronger?
No.

Soggier? Yes, but you'll most likely be trying to remedy that.

She is wearing a rather silly-looking hat, though.


>>37783663
>>37783728
Calm down!

>>37783663
>>37783672
>>37783728
>>37783838
>What's she look like?

>>37783728
>>37783838
MELT


Okay, writing!

>>37783927
You forgot to count >>37783773's votes.

>>37783993
...

He didn't vote...?

He made an Insight Check, anon. He was pointing out what he wanted to know more about.

You pat the girl's head some more. “Sshhh, shhh, sshhh,” you coo, “It'll all be okay. Everything's gonna be fine, okay?”

She sniffles a little. “Really?”

Mokarin crouches down and nods. “Affirmative.”

“What's your name, sweetie?”

She wipes her eyes with one of her sleeves and says, “Flan.”

You give her your best reassuring smile. “Okay, Flan-chan, can you tell me about your Onee-sama? What does she look like? Where did you see her last?”

Flan squeezes your legs a bit and, after a moment, says, “Onee-sama is a little taller than Flan, and she has blue-gray-purple hair and red eyes. And she wears a pink dress!” She looks up at you and frowns. “Flan doesn't remember where Flan saw Onee-sama last.”

She looks like she's about to start crying again, so you pat her head some more and try not to melt from how absolutely adorable she is.

Now... how do you go about this?

>Put Flan-chan on your shoulders and start looking around.
>Have Flan stay with Mokarin while you look for her sister.
>Take Flan to Fate's hideout and have her wait there while you search.
>Something else? (Write-in!)

>>37784447
>Put Flan-chan on your shoulders and start looking around.

>>37784447
>Put Flan-chan on your shoulders and start looking around.

>>37784447
>Put Flan-chan on your shoulders and start looking around

Touhou characters, eh? Well, I can dig it, Flan is one my top favorites.

>>37784469
>>37784602
>>37784652
>Equip Flan-chan and begin the search

Okay, writing.

>Flandre Scarlet (headgear)
>+2 Cuteness
>+6 Kyu!

You lift Flan-chan up and sit her down on your shoulders. “Hold on tight, okay?”

She acknowledges you with a simple, “Okay.”

You're surprised when you don't feel her take hold of your odangos, until you realize that you've got your hair done up like Azula's.

…

The things you do for love.

…

The three of you search and search and search some more. The sun dips further and further down as night descends upon you and your search, though neither of your companions seem to mind.

“Should we call it a day, then?” You ask. “I can't see a thing.”

Indeed, the street lights in the Strange aren't in particularly good shape- the majority of them seem to be nonfunctional, leaving you plunged into darkness whenever you're not under one of the few still-working ones.

“I am equipped with night-vision,” Mokarin buzzes, “and Flan-chan's eyes seem to function more efficiently now than they did earlier.”

You can feel the weight on your shoulders shifting back and forth as Flan-chan nods. “Onee-sama will be looking for us, now, too!” She giggles.

…

You blink. “Wait... really?”

Flan-chan hugs your head. “She better be,” she mutters, as if miffed by the very idea her sister wouldn't be looking for her.

…

You suppose it's not that unreasonable. You'd be pretty annoyed, too.

…

>“How old's your Onee-sama, Flan-chan?”
>“Why wouldn't she have been looking for you earlier?”
>“What about your mom and dad? Are they going to be looking for you?”
>“Is seeing in the dark your Ability, Flan-chan? What level are you?”
>Something else. (Write-in!)

>>37785451
>“Why wouldn't she have been looking for you earlier?”

>>37785451
>“How old's your Onee-sama, Flan-chan?”

>>37785451
>“How old's your Onee-sama, Flan-chan?”
>>“Why wouldn't she have been looking for you earlier?”

>>37785471
>>37785605
>Why wouldn't she have already been looking for you?

>>37785496
>>37785605
>How old's your sister, anyways?

Okay, writing!

“Why wouldn't your sister have been looking for you earlier, Flan-chan?”

She giggles, as if the question's a silly one. “Onee-sama doesn't like the sunlight very much.”

Hrm.

“How old is your onee-sama, anyways?”

Flan-chan titters again. “Onee-sama is super-duper old.”

You can't help but smile at that. That's the sort of answer you'd have given when you were her age, you think. “Can you be a bit more specific? A number would be nice, even if it's just a guess.”

She thinks on it for a few moments before shrugging. “Flan isn't really sure,” she says, sounding a bit embarrassed, “Flan can't count that high.”

“How high can you count, Flan-chan? At the very least, we'll know she's older than that,” Mokarin says.

Flan-chan nods, then starts counting. “One. Two. Three. Four. Five...”

…

“... Ninety-nine...” There's a pause. “Flan can't count any higher than that.”

“Good job, Flan-chan,” Mokarin says evenly, apparently not at all as confused by this as you, “so your Onee-sama is older than ninety-nine.”

You blink.

…

Oh, of course! She was counting days! Duh.

“Do you know how many /years/ old your Onee-sama is?”

You can feel the shift in her weight as she tilts her head to the left. “No...? Flan can't count that high!” She makes a quiet 'Hmph,' as if you're trying to make fun of her for not being able to count 'that high'.

Before you can think of something to say, a voice calls out, seemingly from nowhere in particular, “I'm hurt, sister. Don't you remember how old your big sister is?”

Flan shakes her head. “Nope!”

>“H-hello?”
>“... Where are you?”
>“... and just how old /is/ her big sister?”
>Something else? (Write-in!)

>>37786599
>“... Where are you?”

>>37786599
>“... Where are you?”

>>37786599
>“... and just how old /is/ her big sister?”
We ain't afraid of no disembodied voices!

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>>37786633
>>37786882
>>37787038


I'm pretty tired, and it looks like the thread's slowing down, too.

I think we'll call it a day, here, and pick up where we left off next week.

Goodnight, anons, and thanks for playing!

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>>37787150
Thanks for running, EQM, seeya next week.

>>37787150
Thanks for the thread boss.