>>38912880
>Yes. You want more information to try to figure out what the hell is going on.

>>38912880
>Yes. You want more information to try to figure out what the hell is going on.

>>38912880
More information.

>>38912880
>Yes. You want more information to try to figure out what the hell is going on.

>>38912880
>Nah, you like your head where it is.

"Yeah," you say, rising from your seat and casting a quick look around, ensuring you're alone again.

Margaret rises as well, offering you her hand, and you take it. She takes the lead, which is appropriate, given the fact that she knows the building better than you, and has superior combat skills. Her free hand is held in a curious position, palm up, fingers shaped into a claw, her thumb pressed into the side of it.

You find the cause of the crash; a knocked over bookshelf, with some blood spilt nearby. Margaret casts around for evidence, and winds up kneeling next to the, releasing your hand with only a quick "keep watch." She runs her finger through a murky, luminescent white substance that's pooled under one side of the shelf, and she tests its texture with her thumb. "Ectoplasm," she notes. She glances up. "Given the amount, I suspect the spirit is dead, though one can never be certain. It could be a serious wound to a more powerful spirit. Are any of your family's enemies of sufficient scope?"

You pause to think, looking at the pool of ectoplasm, then shake your head. "Maybe Killer-of-Many, when it's getting at a big crowd... but I doubt it."

"Then I suspect we have at least two hostile spirits on our grounds, possibly more. Had there been but one, this looks to have been a killing blow, and there would be no reason for its killers - our presumptuous allies - to depart. Is it just murder spirits that your family has offended?" She glances at you.

"Yeah," you say, quiet.

She rises, removing a handkerchief from her pocket and cleaning her fingers of ectoplasm before folding it up and returning it. "Then I believe we are in greater danger than Monique previously surmised. Again, I find I must defer to your expertise on the subject of your family's enemies. What would you recommend?"

>Try to reconnect with others, even at the risk of attracting Killer-of-Many.
>Try to find someone in particular.
>Try to find a good, highly defensible spot to hide.
>Write-in.

>>38913349
>Try to reconnect with others, even at the risk of attracting Killer-of-Many.
Don't meet with everyone at once, do it two groups at a time.

>>38913408
Should we start with Monique, or Eleanor, maybe?
Or let Margaret decide between candidates?

>>38913458
I'm cool with whoever we run into first.

>>38913349
>>Try to find a good, highly defensible spot to hide.

>>38913349
>Try to find a good, highly defensible spot to hide.

Why would the spirits be killing each other though? Was one of them friendly to us or could it be a dispute among invaders? Or someone cleaning up witnesses?

>>38913349
>>Try to find a good, highly defensible spot to hide.

Hide:
>>38913564
>>38913606
>>38913622

Reconnect:
>>38913408

>>38913618
> for its killers - our presumptuous allies - to depart
I meant presumable not presumptuous.

>>38913653
Maxim 29 - The enemy of my enemy is my enemy's enemy. No more. No less

"I think we should hide, honestly," you say, feeling cowardly just from saying it. "Multiple unknown spirits... I'm not much of a fighter, and while I know you've managed in violent circumstances before, I get the impression they're not your expertise."

Margaret gives you a look, then sighs, nodding. "I'll admit, I have not been in straits quite so dire as these in the past. It is best to know one's limits, and if I am honest, I doubt my ability to kill more than a single murder spirit, if that. It is probably better to leave this to our elders."

Margaret shows you the way to a fairly defensible position, a windowless bedroom in the middle of the house, without windows and with only one door. After you get done putting a bookshelf in front of the door, the two of you sit on the bed, and the silence isn't awkward.

Her hand moves towards yours on the bed, flipping it over so that it's palm up before her fingers lace together with yours. Her body is stiff as she does it, and she looks away from you, studying the other bookshelf. You squeeze her hand back. You can see the pink hue to her cheeks, the blush that comes in involuntary response. She steadies herself, before looking back to you. "Mr. Caldwell," she says, rather formally. "I am sorry that our first meeting has gone so poorly."

You give a weak smile back. "It's not your fault."

"No," she replies. "But..." the hand that's not currently holding yours comes over to you, her slender fingers brushing your cheek, and they feel electric. "I have to admit, I think you have distinguished yourself quite well."

"Thanks," you say. "Ah, you're impressive too."

"Thank you. Ordinarily..." she trails off, hesitant, then steels herself. "I have maintained my chastity," she whispers in your ear. There's primal desire in her words, under the incompetent and unpracticed seduction.

>Bone town.
>No bone town, she's emotionally stressed.
>Write-in.

>>38913949
>No bone town, she's emotionally stressed.

Screw you for making me make this choice.

>>38913949
>No bone town, she's emotionally stressed.
Hugs are fine though.

>>38913949
>Bone town.

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>>38913949
hahahah oh dear

>No bone town, she's emotionally stressed.

plus it would give the murder spirits prime opportunity to strike.

>>38913949
>>No bone town, she's emotionally stressed.
we are a gentleman. we will not take advantage of a lady - especially if we want to leave her with the impression that we are more than a common sleaze.

Sides, everyone knows it's the virgins that escape in horror movies while the ones that have sex in the heat of the moment are killed off.

>>38913949
>Bone town.
Not (just) because I want to get my horn on, but because if we take her virginity she'll almost certainly marry us to disguise the impropriety.

>>38913949
>Write-in.
Chaste spooning.

Chastity:
>>38913998
>>38914022
>>38914052
>>38914070
>>38914104

Lust:
>>38914024
>>38914083

>>38914138
>Chastity:
>err on side of caution so not murdered while distracted.

You move your free hand to her shoulder, keeping her from getting any closer, from doing anything she'll regret. "Ms. Montgomery," you say, "while maintaining your chastity for marriage is admirable, I think that subject is a bit inappropriate, given our current circumstances."

"We're in little danger of interruption," she says, and there's that animal tinge to her words. Her shoulder presses against the palm of your hand as she tries to approach. "The bookshelf should keep any intruders out for at least a few seconds."

"Really, ma'am," you say, harder this time, making her eyes widen for a moment. "Now is not the time."

She pulls away, her hand leaving yours and taking a new place in her lap. She straightens her back and casts an imperious gaze at the bookshelf. Some inner conflict plays out on her face, her lips twitching. "I am sorry. Perhaps this situation has had more of an effect on me than I thought. Please, forgive my indiscretion, and preferably forget it as well."

"Consider it done," you say, and an awkward silence hangs over the room. It's odd that earlier today you discovered your brother's corpse, and yet your thoughts are completely preoccupied by this present awkwardness. You also really hope that you didn't make the wrong decision there and offend her incontrovertibly. Latching the Caldwells to the Montgomerys would be good even if you somehow kill every spirit that your father made an enemy of.

After a few minutes, there's a thump at the door, a heavy weight against it. It repeats, and Margaret rises, her hand adopting that clawed form once more, presumably readying some fire magic. You rise after her, hurriedly casting through your thoughts for a relevant magical spell.

>Cast a protective charm on her.
>Cast a protective charm on yourself.
>Cast a bad luck charm on whatever's on the other side of the door.
>Write-in.

>>38914529
>Cast a protective charm on her.

>>38914529
>>Cast a protective charm on her.

I hope she doesn't despise us for turning her down

>>38914529
>Cast a protective charm on her.
We are Dick Buffmaster.

>>38914529
>Cast a protective charm on her.

>>38914575
I think she'll be grateful after this is over. I'd be more afraid of the risk that we'll remind her of her moment of weakness, but overall I think it was a good choice.

>Cast a protective charm on her

>>38914575
We should have fucked her and tried extra hard to knock her up, then she almost certainly would have married us.

>>38914529
>>Cast a protective charm on her.

>>38914575
>I hope she doesn't despise us for turning her down

Same here.

Though, she seems the type to be rational. She would probably have been incredibly angry at herself and at us for fucking under these circumstences.

>>38914630
are you the same guy that wants to fuck the angel in the Holy Sword Quest?

>>38914529
>>Cast a protective charm on her.
buff the actual combatant

Your fingers go through a quick sequence of symbols, and you finalize it by giving Margaret a quick tap on the back. She blinks before offering you a brief smile. Then the bookshelf falls forward, toppled to one side, and you get a good look at the half-shredded ruins of the door as the spirit on the other side frantically claws through it. You take a few steps backward, and Margaret just stares at the door, body tense, as the wood splinters and chips beneath repeated blows.

When a large, irregular hole has been sliced through the door, the spirit behind it enters. It's not Killer-of-Many; you'd guess Lady-of-Blades, though you haven't seen her yourself. A feminine appearance, in a flowing dress that doesn't touch the floor. A few dozen knives float through the air around her, gathering around her hands and the bottom of her dress. She turns her head towards the two of you, and it lets you properly see the faceless blank it is.

Then Margaret lobs a glob of fire at her, fastball style, and Lady-of-Blades dodges to one side, leaving the flame to hit the door, charring and consuming part of it before consuming itself. Lady-of-Blades charges, and Margaret dodges to one side, her motion aided just a little by your charm. Knives stick in the wall and bed, and she yanks some of them out, wheeling on Margaret, who's scrambling towards the door. Margaret manages to force her body through the hole in the door before any of Lady-of-Blades knives get to her, possibly due to your spell...

Leaving you alone in the room with a dangerous murder spirit. Your fingers hurriedly cast another protective charm on yourself, even as Lady-of-Blades turn to charge you.

>Write-in.

>>38914873
>>Write-in.
cast on the move

throw some bad luck or fire her way while we dodge. and attempt to move toward the door.

>>38914873
We can catch any of the blades? If yes, let's get one and slash this bitch.

>>38914873
Circle around the room.

>>38914873

All in a day's work for a chivalrous PC... hopefully she manages to bring help at least.

Can we curse the creature as we evade the charge? And what objects are within reach? How about a lamp we could burn or electrocute it with, if that even works? Or a bible or a crucifix or something against spirits?

>>38914873
Try and survive her attention long enough for Margaret to fireball her back through the hole.

>>38914919
>catch any of the blades
catch them with our chest.

>>38914873
Oh isn't that a blade on the wall? How convenient(lucky!) Glad we didn't listen to our brother about fencing lessons being useless. That being said fence and maneuver enough till you can GTFO if possible..

>>38914873
Just to be perfectly clear, are we male or female?

>>38914962
YOU DIDN'T JUST SAY THAT!!

>>38914962
our name is Richard and we are male.

>>38914962
We're Richard Clodswell, so I'm guessing male.

>>38914962
>male
Richard is a male name, and we have been referred to as 'mr.'

>>38914873
Toss a pillow in it's face and run! It needs it's 'eyes' to see, doesn't it?

>>38914873
>Write-in.
throw some bad luck at her and GTFO

>>38914962
We're marrying a woman.

Cast at it:
>>38914912
>>38914922
>>38915027

Get to the door:
>>38914912
>>38914920
>>38915027

Distract it/keep its attention:
>>38914941

Use knives against knife spirit:
>>38914919
>>38914947

Use mundane items:
>>38915011
>>38914922

Roll 1d20, best of 3.

>>38914873

>Stand in front of something her blades can get stuck in, then dodge

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>38915083
Rollan

>>38915083

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>38915083
oops, we died.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>38915083

Smallest or biggest?

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>38915083

>>38915113
Biggest.

>>38915095
15, writing.

>>38915095
15 isn't bad, good roll anon

>>38915083
>Use knives against knife spirit
You know, when you put it like that it sounds like a really stupid thing to do.

>>38915122

Some people can pull it off.

Not an old money kid with luck magic, maybe, but some can.

>>38915193
Depends on if he had lots of fencing experience or not really. I mean old world money people can get into fencing, with luck magic we'd stand a decent chance.

I wonder if Margaret's sudden advances were the spirit's influence on her. It feels sort of like a slasher movie thing, how the people who have sex during the crisis are certain to die. Kind of fits with Lady-of-Blades' appearance. Maybe she has the ability to distract her targets?

>>38915193
Name one person who can outknife a knife spirit.

>>38915245
It's called misattribution of arousal.

>>38915257
Any shonen protagonist ever.

>>38915269
That's only in retarded shonen settings though, which this is not.

>>38915258
Yeah, I know it's a real thing, it just seemed kind of weird how she justified "the bookcase is thick, we'll have time before the attacker gets in" and just a moment after rejecting her the attacker got in. Maybe the Lady-of-Blades just has really good luck.

>>38915294
It was (at least) a few minutes later, a reference explicitly put in there to make it clear that you could have boned her and not been interrupted.

>>38915294
Or really sharp blades.

>>38915293
With luck magic added in? Anyone who'd be considered a master could probably clear her.

>>38915320
I think you're greatly overestimating what luck magic is capable of m8

>>38915344
Hence why I said a master, master vs lucky master. Lucky master should win. We aren't a master so we'd be in deep shit.

>>38915257

Diomedes

>>38915317
>Using luck magic to make sure you both finish before this happened

You try to cast a protective spell of your own, as you move to one side of the room, keeping your eyes on Lady-of-Blades. She approaches, menacing, dangerous, and you try to recall your own flame spells, something useful for offense. Given your family's current situation, you've done some studying of them, but you're not competent. The fingertips one? Your fingers dance in a little sequence, and you blow away the tiny flickers of flame, letting them drift through the air towards Lady-of-Blades, like dandelion seeds on the wind. It forces Lady-of-Blades to stop and reorient, which you take advantage of to move further towards the door, stopping short to avoid a flung blade that buries itself in the wall.

As Lady-of-Blades testily moves towards you, flinging knife after knife into the space between you and the door, keeping you from escaping as though she were a soldier laying down suppressing fire. Each time she tries to strike you directly, you manage to dodge one way or another, but that's more luck than anything else.

Then a spout of flame gushes into the room, colliding with Lady-of-Blades, who was too distracted with you to keep track of Margaret. She collapses to the ground, and there's not much she can really do, other than try desperately to put out the fire by rolling around; her own flesh would just catch further fire if she tried to pat it out. But it's magical fire, and her flailing accomplishes little; Margaret throws another glob at the thrashing form of Lady-of-Blades, and a few seconds later, the spirit goes still, its coherence vanishing, the blades it carried collapsing to the ground as one.

"We should find shelter elsewhere," Margaret says, sticking her head through the door. "I presume that was not Killer-of-Many either?" You shake your head. "Ideas, Mr. Caldwell?"

>Try to find anybody to group up with.
>Try to find Eleanor, she's the most magically powerful.
>Try to find Monique, she's the most reliable in a fight.
>Write-in.

>>38915505
>attempt to regroup with one of the other parties to alert them we defeated a lady-of-blades but a killer-of-many may still be on the loose.

>>38915505
Monique halp

>>38915505
>>Write-in.
set up another defensive ambush and inform her that it was a lady of blades, not a killer of many.

we want to be in small group to stop KoM

>>38915505
>>Try to find anybody to group up with.

>>38915505
That was a Lady-of-Blades, note the female form and far too many knives.
>Write-in.
Let's find that hole in the wards Monique talked about. If we plug it we may earn some breathing room.

>>38915587
seconding this

>>38915505
>Try to find Monique, she's the most reliable in a fight.

>>38915505

>Let's try to find what was that sounds earlier.
>Straighten our clothes

>It was incredible, Miss Montgomery. Thank you.

>>38915694
>OhYeah.jpg
This please.

>>38915505
>Try to find Monique, she's the most reliable in a fight.
>Write-in.
Pick up a weapon on the way

Find anybody:
>>38915549
>>38915587

Monique:
>>38915574
>>38915673
>>38915744

Find another holding up point:
>>38915587
>>38915636

Investigate:
>>38915694
>>38915720

>>38915694
This is so fucking stupid.

>>38915769

I'm fine with anything as long as we thanks her for her pretty awesome rescue

>>38915788

What makes you say that?

>>38915769
be sure to thank her for the rescue, and ask her if she is mad at us for refusing her offer earlier.

>>38915856
Too soon. You don't want to look like a wimp, do you? I'm pretty sure defeating a spirit together, even if we were just distracting it, is a plus point.

We can raise the topic later if you want, in private (although we promised to forget), for now let's go be team awesome some more instead.

I'd offer a high five or something but that would probably not be appreciated. Let's just... deal with the abundance of murderspirits instead

>>38916000
that makes since, and besides trips don't lie.

>>38915856
Ever heard its better to never bring up some things at all?

"Let's try to meet up with Monique," you say, and Margaret nods, pulling her head back through the hole. You follow her through it, brushing yourself off. "Thanks, by the way."

"You provided a useful distraction, letting me make a shot without her evading; think nothing of it." She pauses, quiet, one of her fingers touching the wall, as though testing it. She gives a quick shake of her head. "I'm afraid my more sensory magic isn't working well at the moment. I can't detect anyone in particular."

"Let me think," you say, and you work to recall Monique's patterns. It's a mush, but your best guess is... "I think she'd go down rather than up. Do you have a cellar or basement?"

Margaret nods, and guides you towards it. She holds you by the wrist to ensure you stay near her. When you enter the room with Monique, she points her gun at you, and the two of you reflexively raise your hands, defensive. Then she lowers it, giving a loud sigh, of annoyance more than anything else. "Why are you two here? I believe we agreed to separate?"

"There's more spirits than Killer-of-Many at play," Margaret says. "Mr. Caldwell recommended reconnecting with you, under the circumstances, and I deferred to his expertise."

"I know there are more spirits than Killer-of-Many," Monique says. She casts an annoyed glance in your direction.

"Where's Nora?" You ask. Monique rolls her eyes and jerks a thumb over her shoulder. Nora's just sitting there, hands in her lap.

>Write-in.

>>38916191

>We've seen remains of a spirit so there's probably more than one faction at play here and Margaret incinerated a Lady of Blades. What's your status?

>>38916191
seconding >>38916238
and ask if they've encountered any spirits or heard anything suspicious

>>38916191
"Lady of Blades is here as well. I suggest we group up to lure Killer-of-Many here, then the most capable pyromancer remain behind to dispose of him whilst the others branch off to take care of the other spirit or spirits, who will likely try to intercept us as we flee or assist Killer-of-Many."

>>38916191
Try to work out an actual plan, because we can't just hide forever when barracading doors doesn't work. Monique, with someone's assistance, should begin hunting down spirits until there are few enough that everybody can escape the house as a group.

>>38916278
We killed Lady-of-Blades, anon. Though that is a good plan.

>>38916191
>Why are you two here
>I know there are more spirits
This is why I didn't want to go to her.

>Write-in.
I'd like to know the extent of the damage to the wards and motor pool so we can decide which one would be more beneficial for us to fix.

>>38916238
this

>>38916191

>Examine Nora more in detail
> "We heard a sound, earlier, then we were attacked by a Lady-of-Blade. "

>"you wouldn't have any spare weapon, would you?"

>>38916191
We need to see if we can plug the hole in the wards. We need to get Eleanor now, she's by herself and the most powerful of us. But even she would go down if she gets swarmed.

Ded thred?

>>38917003
Went to get dinner. Writing now.

>>38917008
I am impressed with the speediness of your reply.

>>38917008
I'm joining this thread and there's very little you can do to stop me.

Actually if you just asked me to leave I would, but I really want to play, so please don't...

"We saw the remains of another spirit," you say. "Crushed by a bookshelf, I'd say. Did you do that?"

"No," Monique says. "We've stayed holed up here. We haven't seen or heard much." She casts an antsy look behind you, at the door. "I don't like my chances up against Killer-of-Many when it has the power boost from four targets, and that's just what we'll be, we stick together much longer."

"We can't just hunker down forever," you say. "They'll get us eventually."

"Patience and diligence, Mr. Caldwell," Monique replies. "They come at us, we strike back, eventually they'll be dead."

"Ms..." Margaret interrupts.

"Tailler," Monique supplies.

"Ms. Tailler. I mean no offense, but certainly you can't consider that an optimal plan?"

"A plan doesn't have to be optimal to work," Monique replies. Margaret gives a sour look at that for just a moment.

You pipe up. "How badly were the cars damaged?"

"Pretty badly," Monique says. "Doubt we could fix them, if that's what you're getting at."

Before you can say anything further, you hear a cry from upstairs. Female, but aged. "Grandmother," Margaret whispers, her face pale. She turns to you and Monique. "Come on, we have to help her."

"This is a defensible position," Monique says, crossing her arms. "I don't want to die."

Margaret groans, turning to you, her eyes big. "Richard?" Her hand reaches out for your wrist. "Come with?"

>Yes.
>No.
>Order Monique to come with.
>Write-in.

>>38917094
>Yes.
>A general distaste at our soon to be ex-bodyguard

>>38917094
>Yes.

>>38917094
>>Yes.
can't resist puppy dog eyes, especially from such a lovely lady

>>38917094
>Yes.
Monique I have an observation, If Elenor dies the wards will fall completely. Meaning we will be found and overrun. if she is inured the whole in the wards remains indefinitely, and the tide of spirits will eventually end us. We need her to shut the hole so we can secure this place. Plus it is the right thing to do.

>>38917094
>Yes
>After checking on Grannie, see if we can fix the wards?

>>38917094
>Yes

>>38917150
>such a lovely lady
Margaret is actually *extremely* plain.

>>38917150
>>38917168
*Tips Fedora*

>>38917094
>Yes.
Ms. Tailler it would be appreciated if you'd join us, but I will not order you as this is a deathly situation.

>>38917094

>Yes

>eh, let her comfort James's widow if that's what she wants

>>38917168
oh, well either way we should go upstairs.

got any character art to represent her?

>>38917168
But not ugly.

Being plain is no flaw, extremely or not. Just as it is not an advantage.

Except in espionage.

>>Yes.

Plus, we mark ourselves as a good supporter/peer/trusted companion. Excellent prospect.

And I like her general personality.

>>38917168
Ha know plain always struck me as an odd way of describing someone, especially since scientific study's have shown that if you compile the average face of multiple people "average" is actually pretty hot looking. So define plain.

>>38917094
>Yes.

>>38917246
Boring to look at, presumably. No strikingly good or bad features, just a face.

>>38917094
>Yes
>use magic to make us find the fastest, surest path

>>38917094
>>Yes.

>>38917168
>*extremely* plain.
as Abraham Lincoln once said, Plain people are the best kind of people. It's why God made so many of them.

>>38917094
>Yes.
>Write-in.
Pick up a damn weapon, anything. Just rip a plank out from the floor damn you.

>>38917094
>Yes

>>38917239

I like her personality, too.

>>38917168

Give that lady love and black leather, and she'll be anything but plain.

Yes:
>>38917133
>>38917134
>>38917150
>>38917158
>>38917165
>>38917202
>>38917209
>>38917239
>>38917266
>>38917337
>>38917355
>>38917357
>>38917359

Boo Monique:
>>38917133

Come on Monique:
>>38917154
>>38917202

It's cool, Monique:
>>38917209
>>38917202

>>38917246
No obvious unattractive features, but nothing stands out as attractive, either. 5-6/10 face. Flat butt, very modest bust (A or B cup), 5'5", fairly healthy skin, medium-length brown hair that's just plain rather than lustrous.

>>38917401
Fitting the solid reliable and plain person takes a solid reliable and plain magic like geomancy as her interest.

>>38917401
>>38917440
She may be plain but shes got more balls than our worthless soon to be ex-bodyguard

>>38917401
how old is she again? and how old is our character?

>>38917505
She's 20, your character's 19.

>>38917482
I think Monique was in on it tbh.

>>38917401
I shouldn't laugh because a girl at my work is exactly what you just described so I now have a base line for Margret.

>>38917509
what is our character physical appearance? has that been established? sorry if it already has.

>>38917519
Post pics.

>>38917355
How poetic. I like it.

>>38917401
That's actually pretty good. Richard could have been matched with far worse, physically.

Mentally, she's a damn attractive prospect.

>>38917440
I suspect she'd have specialized in probability management if we'd picked geomancy as our speciality.

>>38917482
She's got heart and a good mind to back it up.

>>38917528
I prefer not to establish MC appearances; "mirror scenes" are pretty bad and I never really think about how *I* look, so why should my MCs?

>>38917573
makes sense. I'll leave it at that then.

>>38917573
A wise policy.

>>38917573
>mirror scenes
true, but other people can comment on our appearance. other people like Margaret

>>38917536
Even if I could, I'm on a tablet so I don't have them, I wouldn't because I actually value being friends with this person and you lot are creepers.

>>38917604
She thinks you're attractive enough to fuck.

>>38917604
How often does that happen though? I'd say even less often than thinking about how you yourself look.

>>38917611
>attractive enough to fuck
point

>>38917482
This tbh
>>38917510
This too tbh, he's the one who brought forward information that made splitting the party appealing.

>>38917611
>Not just getting lucky enough to think she wants to fuck you in a stressful situation.

>>38917698
You very specifically voted not to get lucky, anon.

>>38917711
He might have voted for it, but the rest of us outvoted the two who wanted to rail her.

>>38917673
>He's

>>38917743
good thing we did too

>>38917711
We are non anonkun here Tartarus.

>>38917743
That's because we know our horror movie cliches anon. Everyone knows if you fuck, you are fucked.

>>38917777
quads don't lie

>>38917828
Might have been worth it to have the families find our corpse balls deep in hers though.

> Clearly these spirits are from /b/

>>38917775

>implying it's not a trap

>>38917863
>Ghost reacting the orgasm, just before death.

>>38917828
>>38917863
>>38917910
If you'd taken her up on the offer, Lady-of-Blades would've waited for a couple minutes after you finished.

>>38917923
Fucking shlickghosts.

>>38917923
>Ehh, I'll let him get his dick wet before he dies.

>>38917938
>>38917958
No, just... just it wouldn't attack until you were finished. By coincidence, not design.

>>38917970
Luck magic~

>>38917970
so we would have had that fight in the nude instead of clothed then? good to know that would have been the only difference. It's still probably good we didn't take Margaret up because I have no idea how body conscious she'd be fighting a spirit in the nude close to the nude man she just fucked.

You offer her your hand, and she takes it, turning around before even giving you the opportunity to make your consent explicit. She practically rushes up the stairs, yanking you behind her, and there's a surprising amount of force behind her pull, more than you'd expect for a girl her size. Luckily, your stride is longer than hers, so you can keep up in spite of the sudden jerks as she turns without warning.

You spot the spirits before you spot Eleanor; three of them, and by the pool of ectoplasm on the floor, you'd guess there used to be more. The largest of them is serpentine, a single long, coiling body, its mouth full of sharp, jagged teeth. Then there's another that's small, a flickering light, and the last looks vaguely like a stylized artillery piece with four spider legs, its cannon positioned like a scorpion.

The pseudo-artillery piece keeps taking shots at Eleanor, forcing her to move this way and that to avoid it, and you're not certain how much longer she can manage. There's a long gash in her side, her dress half in tatters, and she's breathing heavily. Her spirit looks worse; the crystalline surfaces have lost their luster, looking glassy and dull, and they make only belabored movements. Each flicker of flame she manages to hurl at one of the spirits is dodged, and her motions are agonizingly slow as she casts spells.

Margaret lets go of your hand to hurl fire at the spirits, her expression intense, the glow at her spirit's center intensifying for a moment before each throw. The spirits notice her arrival, and dodge, and her fireballs accomplish little more than leaving marks on the floor.

Of course, Eleanor's cry didn't attract only human attention, and you spot a sinister-looking murder spirit, which looks like nothing so much as a vulture but with a knife instead of a beak, slowly rising from below, its wings beating rapidly. By Margaret's expression, she hasn't noticed it yet.

>Write-in.

>>38917970

It's okay, we understand. An undead murderhobo has to maintain decorum.
I bet she was skank in life too

>>38918031
Point out Vulture thing to Margaret, Distract the one harassing Eleanor, Buff luck as much as possible.

>>38918031
>>Write-in.
use our little fire things to distract the murder vulture.

Also, luck buffs for our party and debuffs for the enemies would be good.

>>38918031
Cast charms on Eleanor, then Margaret, then self. Then Use whatever Attack magic you have to aid in the destroying of the spirits, starting with the weakest and moving to the strongest.

>>38918031
Curse the vulture thing.
It would be nice if it accidentally slipped on corpse of another spirit and stabbed another yet as it fell down, but I guess that's too much to ask.

Is any of the spirits a manymurder? If so point it out to the waifu and prioritize it.

>>38918031
Throw fire dandelions at the murder spirit. While pointing it out to everyone in the room.

>>38918031

>tell Margaret about the vulture

>buff Eleanor

>buff Margaret too if we can

>>38918031
>>Write-in.
alert Margaret to Murder spirit

attempt to kill tiny artillery piece

Buffs

>>38918031

>tell Margaret about the vulture

>buff Eleanor

>buff Margaret too if we can

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Events have been proceeding at unsettling speed...

>>38918278
I assume that the Caldwell family has been hunted for sometime by Spirits.

The hole in the Montgomery's wards just gave them the first opportunity they had since the feud started.

So they're swarming at the vulnerability while they can.

This general thing:
>>38918070
>>38918196
>>38918271

Distract vulture with flame dandelions:
>>38918099
>>38918186

Other things, no two the same:
>>38918115
>>38918133
>>38918221

Roll 1d20 (best of 3)

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>38918390

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>38918390
critfail!

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>38918390
Man, I can see why I didn't vote Miai before

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>38918390

>>38918425
Why?

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>38918390

>>38918425
Nice job anon our two sevens of luck fusion dance into an 18 of victory!

>>38918425
EPIC SAVE.

>>38918425
Nice roll anon

>>38918338
why didn't they just intercept us when we were in a car?

>>38918512
car out ran em.

>>38918512
>>38918536
Or the car was warded in someway.

>>38918557
Then how did they destroy them when parked anon?
>Inb4 ghosts can't melt warded steel car engines

>>38918688
Why did this become a meme so damn long after 9/11? I mean, jet fuel doesn't melt hot enough to melt steel beams, but that's been true and relevant since that fateful day when the illuminati performed a controlled demolition of the twin towers.

>>38918731
>>38918688

Does this mean what I think it means?

>ghost loominati?

>>38918731
Who knows. Why does anything become a meme?

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>>38918731
Just because of this

"Seven o'clock," you shout, and Margaret's eyes flick to one side, her hand tossing a new batch of fire in its direction. The creature goes down in a burst of flame, and your fingers dance out a luck spell, targeted haphazardly in Eleanor's direction. You manage to hit the old woman, and work to cast another protective charm on the woman you hope to marry. She returns her attention to the spirits surrounding Eleanor, and you tap out the charm on Margaret's back.

It's a desperate fight, made worse by the appearance of additional spirits, but in the end, your trio does dispose of the spirits attacking Eleanor.

None of them are Killer-of-Many.

She collapses as soon as the last murder spirit melts into a goop of ectoplasm, and her hands are pressed tight to her side. Her spirit looks in even worse shape, cracks appearing in its surface, and Margaret rushes to her side, forgetting you entirely. Tears form in her eyes as she looks her grandmother over. "You can't die," she whispers, quiet.

"Stop acting like a child, Margaret," Eleanor says, coughing. "The wards were disrupted by a human agent," she says, her voice quiet. She glances up at you, and you just stand there, uncertain what to do.

Margaret's fingers hurried work out a spell, and she presses her fingers to Eleanor's side, staunching the bleeding, but magic isn't good for healing. Eleanor doesn't look to be in good shape, her voice raspy as Margaret all-but-breaks down, begging her grandmother not to die on her. After a couple minutes, Eleanor passes out, though you and Margaret confirm that she still has a pulse.

Margaret wipes away her tears, then balls her fists. "Richard," she says, wheeling on you. "I'm not entirely rational at the moment, so I will defer to another. What do you think would be the wisest course of action?"

>Escape the mansion.
>Repair the wards.
>Find the responsible party. [Who is...?]
>Write-in.

>>38918999
>>Escape the mansion.

We don't know who's behind it and if we stay we're just going to keep getting picked off.

>>38918999
>Repair the wards.

>>38918999
>>Repair the wards.
>>Search for evidence of this human agent while doing so.

>>38918999
Repair Wards and then find the responsible party

Bone town after if there's time

>>38918999
>>Repair the wards.
make it so no more of the horrors can get in.

I also like the idea of searching for evidence of 'who done it'

>>38918999
>>Repair the wards.

>>38918999
>Repair the wards.

>>38918999
>Repair the wards.
then
>Find the responsible party. [Who is...?]

>>38918999
>Repair the wards.

The responsible party is either:
>Brother's wife, who hated him and would have a vested interest in seeing him dead.
>

I'm having trouble thinking of any other possible suspects, if I'm being honest.

Repair wards:
>>38919068
>>38919074
>>38919078
>>38919087
>>38919095
>>38919114
>>38919122
>>38919127

Roll 1d20 (best of 3) for general luck.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>38919219
I have a good feeling about this.

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>38919219

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>38919219

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>38919219

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>38919219

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>38919219
Here we go

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>38919168
>>Brother's wife, who hated him and would have a vested interest in seeing him dead.
she seemed to be really shell shocked by all of the events, especially as she was sitting in the basement with monique, so idk.

>>38919239
WOOOO!

>>38919226
>>38919228
>>38919239
We are a lucky Mofo.

>>38919226
>>38919239

Clearly, the Force is with us.

>>38919239
Based luck magic is based. These wards aren't just repaired we made them better!

>>38919239
Does this mean we win the game?

>>38919272
It means you're lucky when you're repairing the wards.

>>38919250
She didn't seem shell shocked, she seemed completely uncaring. She wasn't in the least bit surprised. She's also not a member of our family, biologically speaking, so the spirits might not go after her. She's not related to our dad who pissed them off.

>>38918999
>Repair the wards

Hopefully the wards will be prepared enough to keep out any additional spirits, leaving us with just the killer-of-many to handle.

>>38919239
Better lucky than good.

"We need to repair the wards," you say. "As long as they're open, God only knows how many murder spirits are going to flow in." Margaret gives a look at her grandmother's unconscious body. "We'll hide her," you say, after a moment. The two of you drag her into a closet, draping a blanket over her and hoping for the best.

Outside the mansion, things are quieter; you don't see a single spirit. You find the markings etched into the earth, stone and paint and other materials mixed together and imbued with power over weeks, months, even years. It takes less than a minute to find the place where the ward's been broken, dirt and cobblestone kicked up and scratched over, like somebody just stuck their foot in the earth and kicked, and kept doing so until the wards were completely ruined.

The two of you set to work, the dark of night hanging over you. Margaret does most of the heavy lifting, since she knows more about her family's wards than you do, but you offer some decent help, and no spirits interrupt you. When the warding is completed, the two of you sit together for a little bit, investing it with new magic, replacing some of what has bled out. You can feel the 'click' as the warding slides back into place, working once more, and the two of you rise, smiling.

Margaret looks into your eyes for a moment, glances around, then gets on her toes to kiss you on the lips, a quick peck. Her cheeks are a rosy hue as she pulls away, and her hand finds yours, holding it. "I hope you don't find that too forward, Mr. Caldwell," she says.

You catch sight of movement, out of the corner of your eye, and follow it for a moment; it's a human figure, crouched, approaching. You do your best not to let whoever it is realize you've seen them.

>Write-in.

>>38919657
Bless ourselves and Margaret by pretending to make out with her. Warn her about him first telling her not to look. Trust with you on D she'll have offense handled if it comes to it.

>>38919657
>Get close to Margaret as to kiss her, so the figure thinks that you are kissing her, but actually whisper to her about the figure behind them

>>38919657
Warn Margaret of the danger without alarming her, then begin to stroll casually back to the house, concentrating on the spirit of the human.

Mar-margret, I love you, b-be my waifu-kun? Pl-pls respond?

>>38919657
''I don't, but don't look now, there's something in (Where the thing is).''
I think it's burning really fast, this story, but i can't see to dislike it, ironically.

>>38919748
this

>>38919748
>>38919657
Yes, alert Margaret but be sneaky about it.

>>38919748
Seconding this

>>38919748
This, please.

>>38919657
Alert Margaret and then actually kiss her to mask her surprise.

>>38919748
>>38919910
Let's mix the two, shall we?

>>38919657
Supporting both of these
>>38919748
>>38919910

>>38919954
Yeah let's do that

>>38919954
Agreed.

>>38919954
agreed

You lean into Margaret, pressing your forehead against hers, your eyes incredibly close. She looks at you, as best she can, and her lips purse. "Don't move," you whisper, quiet. She blinks, pausing. "Don't look now, but there's a person trying to sneak up on us." Margaret adjusts her weight, and her hand slips out of yours. "It's at your five o'clock."

You pull your head away from Margaret's, and she puts her hand on your chest, adopting the position for the fireball spell. You also bring your hand to the space between the two of you, as if you were grabbing her wrist, but instead simply cast a protective spell and push it into her. She breathes, quiet, and spins on your opponent, a ball of fire appearing in her hand. The moment she spins, the posture of the figure shifts, drawing itself upright. By the time the flame has illuminated her, Monique is standing tall, her hands on her pistol, currently pointed at the ground.

"Would you mind not pointing that at me?" Monique asks, sounding annoyed.

Margaret doesn't take her eyes off Monique, but she does shift uncertainly.

>Write-in.

>>38920181
Ask where Nora is.

>>38920181
What are you doing out here Monique, where is Erica?

>>38920181
Order Monique to tell you what she's doing sneaking around the Wards. Also question what she's doing in the dangerous space outside the cellar in the mockingest tone you can muster.

It's a word now bitches.

>>38920181
>>Write-in.
Oh Hi there. I thought you wanted to stay in the basement and not die a horrible painful death. Where's Nora?

>>38920181
Ask what she's doing here

>>38920267
is it really that much easier than typing "most mocking"?

>>38920266
Why would Monique know where Erica is?

>>38920426
I couldn't think of the phrase 'most mocking' at the time. What can I say? I potato'd

>>38920181
"Monique, put the weapon down, or we will put you down. Someone here is responsible for this, and you are the prime suspect."

"Where's Nora?" You ask, and Margaret's stance shifts, becoming more aggressive.

"Same place as before," she says, dryly. "The basement. It's been only a couple minutes since I left."

"Why *did* you leave? I seem to remember you being unwilling to do so earlier."

"I didn't want to get killed for someone who's not even my employer," Monique says, sounding annoyed. "I felt the wards snap back into place, and I wanted to ensure that there wasn't any spirit coming to repair them."

>Write-in.

>>38920562
Why wouldn't you want the wards to be repaired?

>>38920562
Go check on the Granny in the Closet.

>>38920603
Oh, shit, that was the wrong word. I meant "break". My bad.

>>38920562
If she didn't want to get killed for someone who isn't her employer, why didn't she follow her employer when he asked?

Why wouldn't she want the wards to be repaired, regardless of whether it was a spirit doing it or not?

>>38920616
Why would she think the wards are being broken if she felt them snapping back into place?

>>38920562
"Put the gun down, Monique. Margaret is a touch...unhinged at the moment, and your weapon is agitating her."

>>38920562
>If you knew how easily this was broken why didn't you let anyone know in the first place.

>>38920648
>Why would she think the wards are being broken if she felt them snapping back into place?
As in, it's freshly fixed, the spirits might come to freshly UNfix them.

>>38920562
>Ask her to put her gun away first.
>Go check on Nora.

>>38920616
Likely story...

>Monique is evil
>She's gotten to Tartarus
>WE'RE DOOMED!!! DDDDDOOOOMMMMMMEEEEEDDDDDD!!!

Do is she saying she left to come check the repaired wards? Because they've only been fixed for a few seconds.

>>38920562
Monique was the one who said there was a Killer of Many in the first place too, wasn't she? We only have her word that there's one here, and she could have lied to split us up.

>>38920562
"The wards were tampered with by human means and a spirit already inside would see no reason to break them, myself and Margaret just finished repairing them, Eleanor is effectively out of commission, and now you sneak up on up with a drawn pistol. My innocence isn't the one being questioned right now Monique."

>>38920562
They've only been repaired for a few seconds. Why are you really here?

>>38920562
>>Write-in.
The wards weren't disrupted by spirits the first time, and I doubt they'd be able to do it now. They might notice that the wards are back up and come investigating though.

Why are you even bothering with a pistol against spirits?

>>38920762
Backing.

>>38920767
I'll support this, with the fact the wards have only been up for a few seconds.

>>38920764
>>38920767
>>38920806
Just assume that there's enough time for her to detect it, or she could detect it while it was in process, or whatever. She did come because she felt you repairing the wards, that's not a lie.

>>38920845
Pistols won't hurt spirits right?

>>38920871
>Without a specific counter, simple force should be sufficient
From waaay earlier in the quest.

>>38920871
Enchanted bullets, or incendiary.

>>38920762
Seconding.

>>38920887
Is our dick big enough to cockslap spirits into submission?

>>38920762
This, cockslap the shit out of her.

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>>38921033
but anon, whatever would our future waifu think if we went around cockslapping everything we disliked?

>>38921033
We may need a +10 codpiece of pimpitude

Put the gun down:
>>38920652
>>38920683

Your innocence is in question, Monique:
>>38920762
>>38920785
>>38920936
>>38921063

Check on Eleanor:
>>38920608

Check on Nora:
>>38920683

>>38921033
No, but i think with Margaret it works just fine.

>>38921110
Margaret's a top.

>>38921271
I can live with her riding cowgirl on us.

"A human tampered with the wards, not a spirit as you initially claimed." Margaret's stance shifts further, her hand moving to better lob the glob of fire that still remains in it. "And I'd point out that a spirit caught inside would have no interest in breaking them, at least not at the moment."

"They might want reinforcements," Monique says.

"I don't see any spirits out there," you note.

"If you didn't think there was the possibility of reinforcements, there'd be no point to restoring the wards," Monique says, testily.

"Put the gun down, Monique," you say. "Margaret's a bit touchy at the moment, and I'd hate for her to shoot you inadvertently."

Monique considers you, glancing from you to Margaret, and...

>Roll 1d20 (best of three).

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>38921334

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>38921334
HarOOOO!!!

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>38921334

>>38921374
HAHAHA I don't need to roll now!

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>38921334
rolling
>>38921374
nice! Luckamancer on a roll!

>>38921374
Fan fucking tactic anon! The dice gods are with us

>>38921374
Done!

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>>38921374
NIXON ROLL FTW

>>38921374
Once again. Better lucky than good.

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>>38921374
Ol' Tricky Dick Cadwell does it again!

Do you plan on keeping this Quest going after the whole murder-mystery thing is done with?

Or let me guess, it was all a ruse to test our competence as a potential mate - no one has actually died, and our Waifu is slowly falling in love with our ingenuity and awesometude even knowing it's stemming from an (unknowingly on our part) fake situation.

>>38921422
>Do you plan on keeping this Quest going after the whole murder-mystery thing is done with?
Nah.

>>38921422
That would be cool as hell.

>>38921440
:(

>>38921440
damn, this had potential

>>38921440
That's a bit disappointing.

>>38921458
we might get a spiffy epilogue though

>>38921440
This mystery is going to last, then...

>>38921485
I'd like an epilogue

>>38921485
I know but still, the setting just seems so rich.

>>38921487
we'll just have to draw it out artificially
people dying in the mansion might be a problem though, eventually we'll run out
Maybe we can bring new ones in?

...and brings her gun up on you and Margaret. As Margaret tosses the fireball at Monique, you grab her and pull her to the ground; Monique's shots go wide, Margaret's defensive spell helping her, and the flame melts into Monique's skin, burning her alive. She twitches and fights, and her skin melts away, revealing the spirit within. It shrieks, incoherently, as it burns, and Margaret coldly tosses a few additional fireballs at the burning form.

When it's dead, leaving behind just skin, clothes, and ectoplasm, she breaths out, turning to look at you. "Let's clear out the house."

She takes your hand, and her fingers lacing with yours, and you look through the house for further spirits. It seems that all of the ones remaining were killed already. With the murder more-or-less solved, life can return to normal. Help arrives after a couple days, when the lack of contact alerts some of the Montgomery family contacts. You mostly spend the time cuddling and flirting with your new fiancée.

Further investigations suggest that Monique was killed and replaced with a murder spirit at some point, well before your marriage meeting. You never find out quite when or how.

>END OF QUEST

>EPILOGUE INCOMING

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>EPILOGUE: SOME YEARS LATER

The front door opens, and you turn from where you're sitting, James cradled in your arms, to look at the entryway. Margaret walks into the house, hanging up her jacket, and you rise from your seat, walking over to kiss her. She appreciates the contact, return your kiss in kind, her tongue giving some exploratory lashes of your own mouth before she pulls away.

"Darling," she says, primly, "could you arrange for the nanny to watch James for an hour? I'd like for us to spend some time alone together." Her finger finds its place right under your chin, tempting you forward.

You nod, excitedly. "Yes, dear," you say, and practically rush off to hand your child off to the nanny.

When you return to your bedroom, you find Margaret sitting on the bed, glancing at a book. At your entrance, she looks up, smiling and putting away the book. "Lock the door, darling." You turn to do so, and when you turn back to your wife, she's lying prone on the bed, her head turned to one side to watch you. "Work was very stressful," she says. "Help?"

You sit astride her, your thumbs pressing into her shoulders, and she sighs contentedly as you massage her.

When you finish, you switch positions, you lying on the bed, her on top, her flat butt pressing against your groin, her fingers running along your chest, pushing your shirt up. Her tongue runs along her upper lip, hungry.

>END OF EPILOGUE

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>>38921858
I certainly had fun.

Looks like we're happily married with our lady. We ever get to that 3 or 4 children mark Margaret was interested in?

>>38921858
Thanks for running. So considering how insanely lucky we were with those 18 and two 20s is our luck magic going to pass on to our kids? I mean when shit was happening we were cash. Also did we get to be head of our family til it folded into Margaret's?

Breaddy Gud, OP. Breddy Gud.

>>38921915
You had your fourth child shortly after your seventh anniversary.

>>38921953
You became the head of your family, period. Her name is Margaret Caldwell now.

>>38921858
Thanks for the threads, I liked them.

Were you disappointed that we didn't get down and investigate properly like in a mystery novel?

>>38921997
Nah. It's more my fault than yours. Mysteries in quests are really hard, structurally.

>>38921983
>head of your family
How goes our wife's statesmanship/worldly power stuff?

Also, are we more than a domesticated househusband? I'm perfectly fine with that if we are though.

>>38922011
what type of quests can we expect in the future?

>>38922011
I know those feels. Horror is tough to get across too. It's damn near impossible to generate a sense of suspense.

>>38922011
So did we ever get good with our magic? Margaret is probably an archmage but did we at least get good enough to bs our way out of most things with our luck?

>>38922040
I'm planning on running three long-term quests and one rotating slot for one-shots.

Long term quests:
Dheljos - a science fantasy adventure story featuring a thief protagonist with magical powers living in a post-apocalyptic high tech world. Will be run on /tg/, hopefully.
San Josafat - a superhero story featuring an impoverished, freshly triggered cape in the setting of Worm. Planned to run on Anonkun.
[Untitled] - some kind of monster trainer quest (magic spirits for the monsters) where the MC is a divinely empowered messianic figure. It was crowdsourced concept so it's kind of a clusterfuck. I have some ideas on how to move forward with it.

>>38922048
You're decent. At thirty, you wind up somewhere around Margaret's skill level at twenty.

>>38922033
>How goes our wife's statesmanship/worldly power stuff?
Going well.

>Also, are we more than a domesticated househusband?
You manage the family finances. Pretty househusband-y, though, yes.

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>>38922206
>freshly triggered cape in the setting of Worm
>freshly triggered cape in
>freshly triggered
>triggered

>>38922206
>You manage the family finances. Pretty househusband-y, though, yes.
Given our Magic I imagine we'd be ideal for that.

The quests look good, any ideas where you're going to run the last one? Also will you do more one shots/ small parters?

>>38922206
No plans for continuing the monster hearts quest?

I've heard Worm mentioned here and there, but I have no idea what it is. Google insists on showing me actual worms when I ask. halp, pls.

>>38922312
>The quests look good, any ideas where you're going to run the last one?
Probably /tg/.

>Also will you do more one shots/ small parters?
Planning on using a slot for one-shots.

>>38922324
Not in the immediate future, no.

>>38922333
Are you gonna start all your other quests at 2 CT as well?

>>38922328
Stupidly long superhero story.

https://parahumans.wordpress.com/category/stories-arcs-1-10/arc-1-gestation/1-01/

>>38922354
I think I might change up the time, actually. Push things forward a bit, do it more towards the evening.

>>38922397
>Stupidly long superhero story
thanks

>>38921858
she may be plain but she seems to have quite the sexual appetite and is very intelligent. I bet our character gets quite the good dicking.