>>41304954
Sorry for the continued OP, but we never finished this from the last thread, so might as well just pick straight back off again.

i feel like i missed something and the archive only stops at thread 4

>>41304954
>>You...need a replacement?

>>41305116
ignore the "only"
i mistyped

>>41305116
You did! If you check the twitter page, those links are still active, either sending you to the 4chan archive, or the moe archive. I can drop the links here if you wish!

>>41304954
>>Welp, good luck!

>>41305163
nah i got it now that i know where to look

I only see 4 threads archived.
Last thread I saw, we were about to fight a monter on a bridge in a table top game our daddy kicks ass at. ..

But I'm sure we know Romeo's part :
>You...need a replacement?

>>41305204

https://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/40839130/
https://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/41013203/
and
>>41159792

Sorry about that!

>>41305204
>>41305135

Writing for this, unless some more people want to hop in in the next five minutes and change it.

>>41305276
Writing!

>>41305348
I caught another best dad quest! Lucky is me!

>>41305414
Lucky is you! Welcome!

>>41304954

“Uh...do you need a replacement?” you ask.

Tybalt looks up at you, phone pressed against his ear. “Uh, yes, sir. We’re waiting now for our understudy to arrive, though he should have been here since the beginning of the show. Pardon me for a second. ANSWER THE FUCKING PHONE GERRY OR I WILL FIND YOU AND RIP YOUR HEAD OFF.” Tybalt growls, ending the call with a furious press of a button, turning back to Romeo. “Come on, mate, let’s get you to the break room.” He starts to walk away with Romeo.

You follow, seeing an opportunity. “Actually, I’ve performed the play myself, and I still remember all the lines. If your understudy doesn’t show, I can take his place.”

Tybalt turns back to you, frowning. “Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford no better term than this: thou art a villain.”

>roll 1d100

That was too short.

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>41305516
Best dad is the best actor.

>>41305544
Uhmmm... Well...

No one saw that.

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>41305516

>>41305244
Thanks. I'll have to wait until tomorrow to read. Mobile phones suck.

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>41305516

>>41305586
Writing.

>>41305656
Arte you dropped everything.

>>41305765

Indeed I did.

>>41305516

You sigh, shaking your head. “Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee doth much excuse the appertaining rage to such a greeting: villain I am none,” you turn back, face hardening, “Therefore farewell: I see thou know’st me not.”

Tybalt nods, setting Romeo down carefully in a couch, giving him a wastebin that Romeo promptly makes use of. “Okay. You’re...good. But I’m not sure if you’re good enough. Come with me.” He gestures for you follow further on, and you do, passing through the many familiar sites of the backstage of a theatre. Actors sitting around, chatting; stage crew doing all the actual work; and the director, talking with a few of both, gesturing around at the lights and scenery on set. Tybalt leads you to the director.

Tybalt interrupts the group. “Hey, Eddie! We’ve got a possible replacement for Kevin.” he gestures at you for the last words.

Eddie turns to face Tybalt, then you, definite relief visible on his face, but quickly replaced by curiosity and concern. “Is he good enough?”

Tybalt shrugs. “He seemed fine. Bit stiff, but he knew the lines, unlike Gerry.”

Eddie nods, and looks at you. “Act for me, then.”

Without a prompt, you cast around for a relevant set, and begin. You take on an air of worry and sadness. “Father, what news? What is the prince’s doom? What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand, that I yet know not?”

That felt a bit better than your earlier try, but Eddie still seems concerned. “Stiff indeed. How long has it been since you last acted, sir..?”

“Mark Dunholdt. It’s been about...well, the last time I was on a stage was three years ago. I’ve done some other acting between then and now, but nothing as serious.”

Eddie nods. “Then, I have a more important question for you...”

You prepare yourself.

You aren’t prepared.

“What’s your inseam measurement?”

---

(1/2)

>>41305873


Not too long after, you’re in a pair of slightly too tight pants, though the shirt you wear is airy enough that you aren’t being grabbed at all the joints. You quickly make acquaintance with all the other actors, and listen as Eddie makes an announcement of needing another ten minutes to the audience. He comes back, still not looking relaxed.

“Next up, we have to worry about sword choreography. Do you know how to use a sword?”

You grin at Eddie. “I’m a professional sword-fighter and fencer.”

Eddie nods, a bit more happiness visible. “Ah, that’s good. Was wondering whether we’re going to have to cut that. What do you think?”

>Cut it, just in case.
>Keep it simple.
>Tell whomever I fight to come at me with everything they’ve got, and assume I’ll be able to respond.

Who's watched Redline in here? Would you play a Redline quest?

>>41305884
>Keep it simple.
trying to act and sword fight might be a bit much considering we're a bit rusty with our acting

>>41305884
>Tell whomever I fight to come at me with everything they’ve got, and assume I’ll be able to respond.

>>41305884
>Tell whomever I fight to come at me with everything they’ve got, and assume I’ll be able to respond.

>>41305912
i dont know what that is but if it doesnt require much meta-knowledge i will play

>>41305964
No meta knowledge required, but I'd highly recommend watching the movie just for the enjoyment and idea of what you'd be doing.

>>41305974
Yeah I'd definitely play F-zero quest.

>>41305884
>>Tell whomever I fight to come at me with everything they’ve got, and assume I’ll be able to respond.

>>41306045
>>41305941
>>41305926
Writing.

>>41306024
Do not know what F-Zero is, unless you're actually referring to an already-existing quest very similar to the idea.

>>41305912
Nah hate racing shit

>>41305884

You smile, twirling around the stage-foil they had given you. “No worries. Just tell them to make it look good and flashy. I’ll make sure that no one can get hurt.”

Eddie nods, and returns back, shouting, “Five minutes! Get to your place!”

---

It’s been a while since you’ve acted, but you never forget this feeling, when you first step out on a stage, when the butterflies start in your stomach and you feel ice sliding through your muscles. And how the butterflies give you that nervous energy that you seize, the ice turning into a cooling, relaxing fuel, allowing you to act your heart out, riding that high of being on a platform, with thousands of eyes all on you.

It’s glorious, and it passes quickly. When it comes to Mercutio dying to Tybalt, you seize upon your character and fight Tybalt in a glorious showdown. Tybalt seems to have received your instructions loud and clear, and is going for the huge, flashy hits that come down on you like a hailstorm. And you act the part of Romeo, neatly turning aside each one, up until you kill him, blade slicing at the bag just underneath his collar, letting out the flow of blood.

Soon enough, it’s all gone, with you dying, Juliet following you, the applause, bowing, all the rest of it.

As the feeling fades away again, you start to come back to Earth and recognize what’s going on around you. All the various actors are congratulating each other, and a few come up to you, giving their own approval on your performance. Tybalt himself is talking with another fellow, though it’s less talk and more shouting.

“You let someone else take my role? How could you!”

“Now listen here you little shit you should’ve been here waiting and ready. This was your fault.”

Gerry (as you guess) scoffs, pointing at you. “Look at him! He’s no Romeo! He doesn’t have the form for it!”

Tybalt’s teeth are grinding each other into dust at this point. “But he was here to act, and he did it a hell of a lot better than you.”

(1/2)

>>41306321

Gerry glares at the both of you before stomping off. You give your goodbye to Tybalt, and head back to the front to pick up your girls.

---

”Dad, you were AWESOME!” Jackie and Eve crow, on either side of you.

You grin, ruffling their hair. “Thanks, girls.”

Jackie laughs. “Seriously! You said you were just heading to the bathroom, not replacing the Romeo!”

Eve laughs with her, and you all continue walking along, the lamp-posts shining down some light on your progress.

“So, what now?”

>Time for you girls to become better magical girls
>We need to train for the upcoming Chivalry game.
>Let’s just head to bed.

>>41306372
>We need to train for the upcoming Chivalry game.
Fuck yes, It can also act as training for combat against monsters

>>41306372
>We need to train for the upcoming Chivalry game.

>>41306372
>We need to train for the upcoming Chivalry game.

>>41306372
>>We need to train for the upcoming Chivalry game.

>>41306420
>>41306402
>>41306397
>>41306391
Writing.

Goddamnit why must all these good quests be running!? I just wanted to play some dynasty warriors, CURSE YOU ARTEMIS FOR RUNNING SUCH A GREAT QUEST!

>>41306549
:) Thank you anon! My regret is I'm incapable of constantly running these quests.

>>41306557
No problem, But still i barely have any time because of all these awesome quests being run that i can't conquer China

>>41305912
I would be interested, maybe a trial run

>>41306372

You grin, turning off to a side street, the girls still following you. “We need to train.”

“Train for...oh.”

“Indeed. You both ready?”

They look at each other, nod, and look back to you. “Ready as we’ll ever be.”

---

A drop of sweat falls from your forehead to the ground, splashing against a blade of grass. You shift slightly, blade still up and at the ready, though wavering slightly.

Eve stands not five metres from your left, her eyes darting back and forth between you and Jackie. She’s wearing her light and loose archery kit, shortbow in one hand, with the other holding two arrows at the ready. Across the small of her back you know a dagger waits for whatever unlucky bastard gets too close.

Jackie’s across from you, breathing heavily, wiping a strand of fiery red hair out of the way. In her hands is her magical item, a wand, though modified just a tad into a large morningstar, the head glowing a faint blue. Without her own equipment, you allowed her to use her magical gear, changed slightly to fit Chivalry. Her armor resembles something like a cleric would wear, heavy hauberk over a dress of chainmail, also with telltale symbols relating to her own magic.

It seems Eve is preparing to quickly draw and fire at one of you. You don’t know who. And Jackie’s morningstar is getting much more steady, ready for an attack...

>Attack Eve!
>Attack Jackie!
>Make them attack each other!
>Write IN

>>41306660
Trial run. That would be good.

>>41306740
>Make them attack each other!

>>41306740
>Use confusion-fu!

>>41306740
>>Make them attack each other!

>>41306740
>>Make them attack each other!
Do be ready to go for Eve afterwards.

>>41306740
>Make them attack each other!
>By using the terrain to go stealth

>>41306861
>>41306860
>>41306793
>>41306782
>>41306775

Writing.

>>41306887

After you roll a 1d100, please.

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>41306933
sheesh!

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>41306933

File: jackie.jpg (9 KB, 200x200)

9 KB JPG

>>41306980
Look what you've done, anon.

>>41306980
FUCK GODDMANIT WHY DID I ROLL! IS THERE ANY KINDA FATE POINTS WE CAN USE!?

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>41306933
Well if no one else will roll this 100

>>41306999
Nah, all cool
artemis can make a fuck-up cool,i believe
I BELIEVE

>>41307025
Nice.

>>41307031
Cool in what way? Writing.

>>41307046
Well hey, they will totally go on us instead now
Being all tactical and stuff,doing fancy moves
making us proud

Rolled 57, 32 = 89 (2d100)

>>41307074
You roll for yourself, not them.

I wonder what their roll is.

Rolled 28, 46 = 74 (2d100)

>>41306740

You dart forward, directly in between the two. Eve draws her bow back fully, preparing to shoot in front to catch you, and Jackie starts running forward to meet you herself. You catch yourself, preparing to jump straight up, just above the arrow, allowing it to pass through to hit Jackie, and then you’d get in close to Eve while she’s unprepared.

You jump, feet leaving the ground and rising up in the air, until they’re higher than your head, now setting you upside down , watching as...

Eve’s fingers fumble just a little, meaning the arc of the arrow is higher than normal. It would still have hit Jackie...

If your head weren’t in the way.

You feel it slam into your head, even the blunted tip and helmet you wear not doing much for the sudden shock of pain in your system.

As you start to fall to the ground, Jackie, being a bit faster on the uptake, comes after you, as of yet unaware that you just got hit. Which leads you your body crumpling around a morningstar, held up by an unyielding magical girl.

Ow.

You black out, and float on.

>>41307174

You open your eyes. Whatever room you’re in, the walls seem to blur together, not really existing in any state. The only solid thing that you can see is the floor beneath you, which you’re lying on, and your own body.

At the end of this room, which stretches out as you look down it, appears to be a door. It’s not solid, moving in tandem with everything else, but it does seem to be...corporeal.

>Go to the door
>Stay still
>Examine the walls
>Write In

>>41307256
>Examine the walls

>>41307256
[x] Examine the magical rune holding you, observe the dancing figures around a giant bear god, and the wound in your chest, the emptiness where the shard once was

Oh wait wrong game.

[x] Examine the wall.

We should be proud of our daughters, they bested us.

>>41307256
>Examine the walls

>>41307301
Which quest is that?

Examining walls.

>>41307385
Mask of the Betrayer. NWN2.

Video game.

>>41307256

You walk up to one of the walls, feeling slightly ill at the sight of it shifting back and forth just as you move your head slightly. Reaching out to touch it, the wall swallows your hand, parting slightly like a waterfall to let it go through, though your hand doesn’t feel wet at all. You’re able to pull your hand out as well. When you reach in a bit deeper, you feel your hand come out the other side, though you can’t see it so far through.

>Go through
>Go to the door
>Write In

>>41307502
>Wake up
No offense to you Artemis but i fucking hate these tedious dream sequences, Would honestly rather get on with the actual game

>>41307502
>>Go through

I like them though. To each of our own taste.

>>41307502
>Go to the door
Knock on it politely first.Manners are a must!

>>41307502
>Go to the door

>>41307521
I do understand your point, and I find them abhorrent when thrown in randomly. They are good tools for storytelling, and where otherwise there might be a gap in narration I can instead offer progress in either the story itself or in character development.

>>41307558
It's just it's usually random shit or bad riddles and inner person stuff always and it really REALLY get's annoying

>>41307558
Just be careful with those. Dream sequences don`t offer much suspence, as they are "not real".
A good exposition tool, though.

>>41307544
>>41307537
Writing for this.

>>41307580
Consider this an oath on my part. Please check me in the future.

1. I will NEVER waste your time. Anything I do will have a purpose, either to advance the plot or to develop character. Railroading also ties into this, and I'll avoid it, unless there are extenuating circumstances.

2. I won't waste my own time. I'll try to avoid hanging onto one scene, I'll keep the story moving towards the end goal far ahead.

3. I will accept criticism and feedback. I don't like it when people are unhappy, but for me that means fixing my mistakes and not crying like a little bitch.

And the rule that will override all rules.

4. No harems. Ever.

>>41307502

Turning away from the wall, you look to the door at the end of the room. Even as the floor is solid and the walls are a membrane, the door sits between the two, in the realm of existence yet not as hard and corporeal as what’s underneath your feet.

You walk over to the door, checking it over, before knocking.

“Please come in.”

You recognize that voice.

You kick the door open, entering the study beyond that you vaguely recognize from a time long ago, books carefully scattered everywhere, the desk oriented to look outside and at the door at the same time, with a small potted plant sitting on a corner table. You ignore it all, striding forth and slamming your fists down on the desk, directing every drop of fury you have at its owner.

The person in the chair watches you with something approaching amusement. “Before you get too upset, know that I’m not the person you’re thinking of.”

Even as she says that, the words dripping from her mouth remind you so much of Her, the way that she just establishes everything She says as fact, how all of your views are rejected for nothing...

You control yourself. “What do you want,” you force out, bringing your hands back to your side.

“There we go! I’m surprised that you’ve been damaged this much.”

“This is your fault?”

She laughs. “Not directly. The person you’re thinking of stumbled upon one of my gates, many years ago. She didn’t handle it as well as your own daughter has.”

Your eyes widen in realization. “She was a...magical girl?” You can’t accept that. She could never have been a champion, fending off the darkness.

“You’re right, she couldn’t. That’s why she was corrupted instead.”

You search your mind for the terms. “An Abomination?”

“Not so far. But she was twisted, indeed. Do you remember that day she came home from a car accident?”

Of course. No day is clearer in your mind. It’s when it all started to go wrong.

(1/2)

>>41307925


“It seized upon her, taking all her anger and fear and directing it at you, pointing fingers and laying the blame in such a way that it all started to be your fault.”

You remember her leaving. You remember Her coming back.

“And that was you?”

She shakes her head. “No. We’re above what you would call the Witches and Abominations. They may have aspects of us, but they are diluted, specialized. That one was likely Wrath and Envy. My child, in a way.”

You feel hollow. Your wife hadn’t changed. She’d died, that day she had gone out. Changed from who she was, to something else.

“So you’re Envy?”

“Yes.”

“Why am I here? For you to tell me that my wife was corrupted by you?”

“No. I want to ask a favor.”

>No.
>NO.
>...Which would be?

>>41307945
>Turn right the fuck back around and walk out.

>>41307945
>...Which would be?

>>41307945
>"Have a nice day!"
>Walk out

>>41307663
I like the last rule DM.

>>41307945
>You want me to do a favor to the person who sired what killed my wife?
>Walk out

>>41307945
>Why should I do anything for you? In fact why shouldn't I do to you what I did to Wrath?

>>41307945
>Turn right the fuck back around and walk out.

Actions and words as such

>>41308013
>>41307999
>>41308048
>>41308054
Walking out.

>>41307945
>>...Which would be?

Just listen to it at least. We can refuse after.

>>41308233
Sure.

>>41308233
>>41308292
Votes been called already

>>41308309
You're right. It has.

>>41307945

You watch Envy for a few more seconds, a half-laugh making it out of your throat, before you turn around and walk back out the door.

“It involves killing another of the Sins!” Envy calls out after you.

You ignore her, striding into the shifting room, forward and forward until you’re walking through the walls.

And then falling, down to the ground far below.

---

”Dad? Are you okay? Dad?”

It’s getting real tiring opening your eyes to some new environment like this. You take your time in sitting up, getting accustomed to the new setting again, where the walls aren’t moving and your ears aren’t filled with that awful voice...

Tears start running down your cheek as the full meaning of what just happened hits you.

Your wife died. A monster took her place.

“It wasn’t...” you stutter, your throat getting caught.

“Dad?”

>Eve. Those years, weren’t Her fault.
>Envy was just talking to me.
>Let’s go home, guys. I’m...ready for bed.

>>41308392
>Eve. Those years, weren’t Her fault.
>Envy was just talking to me.

>>41308392
>Let’s go home, guys. I’m...ready for bed.
>And wipe those tears off, a gentleman shouldn`t lose his composure like that.Especially with his daughters watching.

>>41308392
>Eve. Those years, weren’t Her fault.
>Remember her as she was before that

>>41308392
>>Envy was just talking to me.
>Eve. Those years, weren’t Her fault.

>>41308392
>>Eve. Those years, weren’t Her fault.
>>Envy was just talking to me.

>>41308500
>>41308459
>>41308445
>>41308403
Got it.

>>41308500 Here. Changing my vote to:
>>41308445

I am for this anon. Best dad is always ready to forgive, to rebuild.

>>41308392
>>Let’s go home, guys. I’m...ready for bed.
>>Eve. Those years, weren’t Her fault.
>>Another of those things is around.

>>41308524
Think we are giving more and more God the Father qualities to best dad?

>>41308524
Except when someone harms his family, Then there shall be no forgiveness, No kindness and he shall not forget

>>41308392

You stand, with the help of the other two, and take Eve into a huge, wrapping her up as...you finally cry. Cry like you’ve never cried before, more than you have in your entire life.

The last time that you had cried was on the drive away from that horrible awful house where She lived, as Eve fell asleep in the passenger seat, when tears slowly rolled from your eyes as you felt yourself torn apart piece by piece, your love for your One and Only ripped away, shown to be a falsehood, a fake.

And now, it’s been given back to you. So you cry, for your wife, for Juliette Dunholdt, the girl who you met at fencing club, the girl who you gave up Chivalry for, the girl who had left the house with a smile on her face and the keychain spinning around on her finger, declaring that you were going to have takeaway for dinner.

She’s gone. And you cry.

Eventually, the tears dry up. You don’t know how much later. Eve was there the entire time, holding you up. After a second, you let her go, wiping away your face.

“Eve. Juliette...she died, that day. She never came back.”

Eve wipes away one of her own sympathy tears, and smiles at you. Nothing else needs to be said.

But, now to get more serious. “Something else, though. Envy visited me, in that dream.”

“Envy? The Sin?”

“Yes. Before I left, she told me that she wanted me to kill the other Sins for her.”

(1/2)

>>41308775

Jackie frowns. “Why? What was she going to give you?”

You shrug. “I kinda started walking as soon as she said she wanted a favor.”

“As you should’ve. But...what do we do now?”

You look between the two, and smile. “Well, I think I’ve got an idea for a fun family activity. For later, though. I think tonight I’m just ready to go to bed.”

You head on home, talking a little bit about how good the play was, and some plans for the weekend (apart from the Chivalry game, you know you’ve got to go to Lucy’s initiation class) and how school went for the both of them.

When you arrive home, heading to bed, Eve gives you one last hug. “She’s still in our hearts, Dad. Mom never died.”

And with that, you go to sleep.

Just gonna write up the start of the next day.

>>41308883
>“She’s still in our hearts, Dad. Mom never died.”
Awww
Personally hoping that we can rez her, As she was in the past not what she became

>>41308883
Where do I hold all the dawww?

>>41308936
Let her spirit sleep anon.

When she awakes we will have solved all the problems.

>>41308953
I keep it in this cute little mug I got that's completely white apart from this little smiley face I put on it. Nothing complex, just a little :). It makes my day when I drink from it.

>>41308982
Someone post the Stellarium image. You know the one. The smiley face mug.

>>41309032
I actually don't know this, and I'm interested.

>>41308883

You wake up. You feel some dried tears on your face, but apart from that you feel the best that you ever have. A weight’s been lifted from you, and you’re free.

As you crawl out of bed, you think about what you have to do this morning. Yesterday you did manage to do some work, and you did alright on it (pretty average, but thankfully it was just some simple CSS stuff, not what you need a magician for) and there are still a few more jobs available, and you’re not sure how many more emails you got inquiring about whether you were able to work full time while you were working yesterday. Maybe you should fix your website.

The time is 5:43 AM, Friday. On your schedule, the girls need to go to school, you’ve got Chivalry tomorrow, and the lesson with Lucy, and...that’s it.

>Make breakfast. Maybe that salmon and scrambled egg mix that Juliette would make on Fridays before she went to work.
>It’s still early. Go for a jog.
>Get to work!
>To sleep

>>41309238
>Make breakfast. Maybe that salmon and scrambled egg mix that Juliette would make on Fridays before she went to work.

>>41309238
>>Make breakfast. Maybe that salmon and scrambled egg mix that Juliette would make on Fridays before she went to work.

>>41309238
>>Make breakfast. Maybe that salmon and scrambled egg mix that Juliette would make on Fridays before she went to work.


Comeon Artemis, you throw us the emotional bomb and you don't expect us to choose this option?

>>41309294
>>41309266
>>41309261
Well *I'm* sorry you're not all fucking psychopaths who are able to see that clearly the best choice would be self improvement with exercise

>>41309320
What plot hook did we worm out of with not going jogging?

Or would it be lovely jogging with daughters scene?

>>41309338

In this quest? It would obviously be a perfectly nice day of you jogging around the neighborhood before it turns into a high-speed chase when you steal some poor woman's toast.

>>41309382
Darn, we missed it.

Now at least we get daughter dawww.

>>41309238

First up, breakfast. You head out to the kitchen, passing by the pile of armor where you left it last night (probably going to have to clean that today), and pull out the eggs, spring onion, and salmon, and begin preparing a nice wholesome breakfast.

1d100

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>41309458

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>41309458

At least we can cook, even if we can't dodge.

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>41309458

>>41309496
Good on you, mate.

>>41309496
Nice

>>41309524
>>41309518
Makes up for the 15 I rolled for acting.

>>41309238

First up, breakfast. You head out to the kitchen, passing by the pile of armor where you left it last night (probably going to have to clean that today), and pull out the eggs, spring onion, and salmon, and begin preparing a nice wholesome breakfast.

The trick to making scrambled eggs is actually preparing it as you would an omelette. You add some milk to the eggs when you first beat them, to give them a much more fluffy consistency, and beat them fairly well. Don’t forget the spring onion. Use butter, not oil, for the pan. Once everything’s in and cooking, sprinkle a little bit of cheese over it all once it starts to solidify, then lie the strips of smoked salmon over it all. Fold. By this point, that delectable scent of eggs and the saltiness of the salmon is filling the air with its delicious scent. It’s scientifically proven that 87% of magical girl daughters will react to such a scent, and they do, a slight thump heard at their door before Eve and Jackie emerge, Jackie rubbing her head where a bruise is appearing.

You finish by folding and cutting it all into little pieces, essentially making mini omelettes. And finally, you serve, a slight dusting of pepper on it all.

The daughters both thank you as they begin to eat, and you eat yourself.

The time is 6:00 AM. School starts at...uh...eight. You think. You’ve got two hours.

>Work!
>Jog!
>Hang out with daughters!
>Write In

>>41309657
>>Jog!
>Hang out with daughters!
while jogging.

>>41309657
>>Jog!
>Hang out with daughters!

>>41309657
>>Jog!
>>Hang out with daughters!

Never work when there is time to be had with daughters.

>>41309657
>Hang out with daughters!

>>41309657
[x] Arrange a grave marker for Juliette once daughters have gone to school.

>>41309726
This...

>>41309726
Why do you use [x] when it's obvious you use >

>>41309748
Some people have their own system, and that's okay. Some people like >, others prefer checkboxes. And that's fine, because everyone's different, and everyone's unique, with their own tastes. I bet if you tried it, you might like it too!

Never enough Rogers

>>41309788
Uh no it's because it can be used to samefag is all, Not in this case obviously but just saying

>>41309822

I'd be amazed that anyone would care enough about my quest to samefag. Definitely not encouraging the behavior, but it means my writing's good enough to shitpost over!

>>41309657


“TIME FOR A JOG!” You roar, running back into your room, and back out wearing your sport shorts and deliciously comfortable shirt.

Eve greets you with her own roar, rushing back into her room to grab her sports clothes.

Jackie merely collapses against the kitchen counter in a food coma.

---

Soon enough you’re all jogging along outside at a good pace, passing through the streets of the city, weaving through until you reach the park, where you idle for a little bit near the pond, watching the ducks be assholes to each other. You see some people playing a nice game of ultimate frisbee nearby.

>Hey, that looks like fun!
>Hey, that looks like A GOOD OPPORTUNITY TO TRY HARD

>>41309908
>>Hey, that looks like A GOOD OPPORTUNITY TO TRY HARD

>>41309908
>Hey, that looks like fun!
>Hey, that looks like A GOOD OPPORTUNITY TO TRY HARD

>>41309908
>>Hey, that looks like A GOOD OPPORTUNITY TO TRY HARD

Why are we being an asshole to people having fun playing ultimate?

If they were a professional team it is a different story.

>>41309961
>>41309955
>>41309953
ROLL 1D100 TO REMOVE CASUALS.

>>41310007
It's mostly a joke for seeing if they're up for a more organized game with some teams, not REMOVE FUN.

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>41310011

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>41310048
Ignore me i thought you said 10d100 my bad!
>>41310011

>>41310048
Roll that much? I mean, it definitely is kinda jokey, but it's still the same 1d100 as usual for my rolls.

>>41310074
Yeah there we go.

>>41310066
I...

Don't even.

We removed all the casuals.

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>41310011
gotta throw in that nat 1

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>>41310132
OH WHAT A FUN GAME TO WRITE ABOUT.

>>41309908

You jog on over to the group, feeling pretty warmed up. “Morning!”

“Hey, morning! Fancy joining us?”

“Well, you guys up for a full game? Full field.”

They look amongst each other and shrug. “Yeah, we’re up for it.”

Soon enough, some teams are decided, with Eve and Jackie on the other team, along with three others, and you’re partnered with your four. Your team pulls, and you decide to take it.

“GO LONG” You roar with all your might as the frisbee slices through the air, all the way across the field. Whoever you had first talked to has the longest fucking stride on this planet, covering the field and getting inside the goal zone far before the frisbee gets past the first opponent, and catches it gracefully.

As the teams switch sides, you stop Eve for a bit, examining her. “Eve. It seems like you’re upset.”

“I’m not upset.”

“Are you okay? You should calm down.”

She lifts you up by your collar, grinding her teeth as she quietly screams “I am not upset.”

It’s on. You’re prepped, you’ve got the lead, and the enemy is salty. Time to play ultimate frisbee.

---

The score is five to four, your team in the lead. You’re incredibly sure that Eve and Jackie are using magic to get some insane jumps, but you’ve got no way to react.

Apart from utterly woop their asses, of course.

Your team is pretty hyped up, and seems to be enjoying the game. The other team is a perfect match, and it’s going neck and neck, though every time you get hold of the frisbee you dominate.

“PULL!” Mr. Long Fucking Legs roars, sending it flying almost as much as your initial toss. You start running, checking the opponents to see their moves.

>Go for it. If it’s close enough, you might be able to run it in
>Let the other team have it.

>>41310330
>>Go for it. If it’s close enough, you might be able to run it in

>>41310330
>Go for it. If it’s close enough, you might be able to run it in

>>41310330

>Go for it. If it’s close enough, you might be able to run it in

>>41310330
>>Go for it. If it’s close enough, you might be able to run it in

>>41310445
>>41310444
>>41310408
>>41310372
Writing.

>>41310330
>Go for it. If it’s close enough, you might be able to run it in

So anon's idea of best dad is one who play seriously with his daughters.

That works.

>>41310497
Oh piss off asshole, She'd be even more upset if we didn't take it seriously

>>41310330

You run faster and faster, and see that Eve’s about to go for the frisbee.

OH NO YOU DON’T.

Even with whatever little trick boosts she’s got going on, She’s not the one who climbed a ten foot wall back in the glorious days of Chivalry where there were month long games where you built fortresses only to blow them up.

Your feet leave the ground, your hand reaches up, and the frisbee’s path through the air is cleanly cut off with your hand. As you start to descend again, landing on your left foot, you launch off again, straight forward.

First step. Jackie’s attempting to get in front of you, to prevent the advance.

Second steps. She’s now directing in front of you, ready to block you. You jump up again, legs lifting up until you’re parallel with the ground, gliding right over her head.

Third step. You’re in the goal zone. You slowly turn, facing Eve and Jackie, who are both watching you with awe and anger, and you quietly ask, “hey guys, stay calm.”

---

After getting punched twice, and exchanging numbers with the ultimate group (who’d love to have you for a game on Sunday!) you start heading back towards the house, where the girls go get showered, and you prepare yourself for a day of

>More work! With the cash money, you can buy cool things! Neat things!
>Education with Lucy! See if she’s up for teaching you more of how the world works.
>Fencing Club! Head on down and exchange blows!
>Write In!

>Education with Lucy! See if she’s up for teaching you more of how the world works.

As much as I like fencing and molaah, we're going to go up against one of Envy's children-whatevers soon. We need more info.

>>41310639
>Fencing Club! Head on down and exchange blows!
We can recruit some of the guys there for our match!

>>41310639
>Education with Lucy! See if she’s up for teaching you more of how the world works.

>>41310639
>Education with Lucy! See if she’s up for teaching you more of how the world works.

>>41310639
>>Education with Lucy! See if she’s up for teaching you more of how the world works

>>41310723
>>41310719
>>41310715
>>41310698
Writing.

>>41310639

You shower and change into a simple jeans and white shirt (obviously a perfect fit to accentuate that amazing dad-bod (surprisingly you’re still as thin and light as ever, even weighing less compared to your days of Chivalry). From there, you...

Realize that Lucy’s a teacher.

And has work.

AKA no time for your shit.

You send a message anyway.

“Is there a place I can learn a bit more about this world? I want to know what the magical girl life is like.”

A reply in seven seconds.

“FFS it’s seven AM. Just go to 1262 N. Arlington, say “power of friendship” to the guy, and ask around there.”

There we go.

>Go to 1262 N. Arlington.
>Write In.

>>41310861
>Go to 1262 N. Arlington.

>>41310861
>>Go to 1262 N. Arlington.

I actually realized that she would be teaching and wondered why that was even a choice, but voted for it regardless.

>>41310930
I remembered it as writing.

>>41310861
>>Go to 1262 N. Arlington.
Mentally brace yourself for the off chance that the guy shows up with My Little Pony paraphernalia.

>>41310861
>Go to 1262 N. Arlington.

>>41310956
I trust Artmemis not to bring up that fucking bullshit, He ain't a fucking brony

>>41310988
While I hadn't planned on it, and still am not, why wouldn't I do it for the joke factor?

>>41310988
Now that response makes me hope he does.

>>41311015
Because you'll get banned? that shit stays on /mpl/ for a reason

>>41311028
>Wanting Artemis to get banned because he posted that shit
Get the fuck out you degenerate

>>41310861

You wave goodbye to the girls, and start your journey towards the mystical 1262 N. Arlington. As you drive along, you google a little bit more about the location, and discover it to be one of those large open-air markets, selling fresh produce and cheap shitty plastic swords side by side to whatever tourist is in the vicinity. You’ve never been before, but it sounds okay.

Of course, you’re going for another reason.

You manage to find a parking lot close by, and walk on over, browsing all the stalls. You quickly realize one flaw in Lucy’s plan: there are plenty guys here. Because, you know, ‘guy’ is an awfully vague term.

Looking around the stalls, you try to find one that seems obviously magical, but you don’t really have much luck. In the end, you’ve only got a few stalls that seem like they’d be entrances to whatever mystical magical place you’re going to.

>An actual magic stall. The guy’s shuffling cards and fiddling with some fishing line as you watch him.
>A stall selling anime and manga. Seems pretty quiet, compared to all the others.
>Very large and bulky guy in a butcher’s stall. If you summarized the word guy, he might fit it.
>A little clothing boutique, run by two girls who spend most of their time giggling and admiring their own nails than selling product.

>>41311044
...I don't think that would happen unless I made a thread about MLP. Which, if you'll notice, this isn't.

>>41311184
Hey, thanks!

>>41311202
>>Very large and bulky guy in a butcher’s stall. If you summarized the word guy, he might fit it.

Well she did say guy, if nothing else we can at least get some meat for dinner.

>>41311202
>>Very large and bulky guy in a butcher’s stall. If you summarized the word guy, he might fit it.

it calls to me for some reason

>>41311202
>Very large and bulky guy in a butcher’s stall. If you summarized the word guy, he might fit it.
No problem Artemis! I care

>>41311184
It was more so I could drink your tears because that seemed to come purely from a place of disgust for what other people like than the possibility of being banned for the mere mention of it in the context of a joke within a world where it should actually exist.

>>41311202
>Very large and bulky guy in a butcher’s stall. If you summarized the word guy, he might fit it.

>>41311312
>>41311258
>>41311252
>>41311241

>>41311202
>Very large and bulky guy in a butcher’s stall. If you summarized the word guy, he might fit it.

>>41311202

You decide to head over to the big guy, who’s currently selling a few pounds of beef to some tourist (you have no fucking idea why tourists ever buy produce ever). After that’s done, he turns to you, wiping his hands on his apron. “What can I getcha?” he growls, before coughing and clearing his throat. “Ah, sorry. What can I get you?”

>One power of friendship, please.
>One thick long sausage.
>Ah, nothing. Just browsing.
>Write In

>>41311500
>One power of friendship, please

>>41311500
>>One power of friendship, please.

>>41311500
>>One power of friendship, please.
>>Some of your best quality cuts.

>>41311500
>One power of friendship, please.

>>41311500
>>41311551
This.

>>41311500
>>One power of friendship, please.
calling him to be some for of were being.

>>41311686
Have you ever been so far even as to want to do look more like?

>>41311686
*some sort of were being?

>>41311725
That makes a lot more sense.

Let's find out.

>>41311500

“Ah, one power of friendship, please.”

The guy’s eyebrows seem to raise involuntarily before he brings them back under control. “Sorry, say that again?”

“One power of friendship.”

The man sighs, picking up a cloth, wiping his hands on it, and hanging up a sign reading HAVING LUNCH GO AWAY. “You’re the new guy, right?”

You nod. “Ah, yeah. Lucy referred me, right?”

He nods. “Luce sent me a call. Come with me, I got some questions to ask you.”

You follow him as he walks down along the stalls, occasionally stopping as he socializes with some of the owners. He seems pretty well-known. Soon enough, you’ve reached the end of the square, up against some large fountain. It seems rather shimmery, as if there were a heat haze around it, before you realize that no one else is looking at it, apart from you and the butcher.

He grunts in satisfaction as you realize the nature of the fountain. “That’s step one. Now, climb in.”

“Into the fountain?”

“Yep.”

You shrug, and step in, not too surprised to find that there isn’t any sensation of wetness around your legs as you do so. The butcher does the same, stepping in and over into the fountain, and leading you to the stone block in the centre of it. Without pausing, he walks right on through, pulling you in.

Emerging from the fountain into some interior rooom is slightly disorientating, and you take some time to re-align.

“Now...”

You look up to the butcher, who’s standing above, his eyes drilled on you. “It’s time for the final question...”

You prepare yourself.

He shoves a wallet into your face, photos inside one of those laminated foldouts spilling onto the ground. “What do you think of my daughter?”

“Huh?”

“She killed her first set of Shadows only a week ago! Oh, and she’s training up now, teaming on some Abominations with some other magical girls! I’m so proud of her!”

(1/2)

>>41311686
>>41311700
>>41311725
sorry about that. I was typing something else then changed it and forgot to check my writing to make sure it made sense.

>>41311853

He quickly shows you all the different pictures, from his daughter in her magical outfit, to his daughter with her magical item, to his daughter holding up the head of her first trophy, to his daughter with her team of other magical girls (and the other dads visible waving in the background), and so on.

Eventually, he stops, folding away all the pictures. “Well, you passed.”

“Passed what?”

“You showed the appropriate amount of interest for a dad with his own daughter to talk care of, going through the same experience. Less aww, more ‘is my daughter as good as this?’. You performed just wonderfully.”

“Ah...thanks.”

“No problem.”

“That picture with the trophy head was pretty cool though.”

He grins. “Oh, I know. It’s mounted on my fireplace.”

The entire room dings, and he indicates the wall again. “And we’ve arrived. Walk on through.

You follow his instructions, and find...

A veritable city. Stretching away in all directions, the buildings rolling up and down on the natural incline of whatever this place is, is a huge black market, stretching off into the distance further than you can see, voices shouting up and ringing out into the cavernous space. Above you, you can see some bars, flying beings hanging around, and below you can see stalls and stores, selling far more varied items than upstairs.

>Uh...mate. Can you guide me?
>I think I’ve got it from here. What’s your name, so I can find you later?
>Write In.

>>41311866
Nah, it's cool. Gave me a chuckle, and I understood the question.

>>41311875
>I think I’ve got it from here. What’s your name, so I can find you later?

>>41311875
>>Uh...mate. Can you guide me?
"I get the strangest feeling if you don't I will end up insulting someone."

>>41311875
Thanks, anything I need to look out for?

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86 KB JPG

Relevant image for the situation.

>>41311875
>Uh...mate. Can you guide me?
we need another bro

>>41311875
>Uh...mate. Can you guide me?

>>41311902
Yeah, backing

>>41311957
>>41311952
>>41311935
>>41311902
Writing.

>>41311875


“So...you’re guiding me, right?”

He laughs, slapping your shoulder ow fuck that hurts. “Of course! Luce pays well to introduce new dads to the scene! Come on, let’s show you around.

You quickly descend from the elevator thingy, and wind up walking along the streets, following the flow.

“Some great food places around here, the best in the continent! Really recommend that soba place right there, and you can bring in ribs from Qurry’s to add to the dish! Over there is a store for enchantments and shit, if you want to get all fancy without a magical item, and over there’s a weapons store for folks like us-”

“How many folks like us are there?” you shout over the crowd.

“A good amount. Tons of girls will use a Witch’s core to expand their lifespan, and their families, too. You’ll find loads of magical families dating back to the sixteenth century!”

“What are you?”

He grins, pointing at a tattoo on his left shoulder. “I’m New Blood! What they consider New Blood, anyway. Never had a drop of magic in my family since my daughter!”

“You sound proud of that.”

“’Course I am! All those Old Blood fathers are fuckers anyway, rude little shits who think being old means something. All real screwy and manipulative, too. Try to avoid them.”

“Where would you recommend to go for now?”

“Eh, take a pick. Qurry’s a New place, so it’s pretty good, and the Japs don’t give a fuck about Old Blood, considering that they’ve still got thousands of years on them, so the soba place is damn good too. And there’s all the other stores as well! If it exists, it’s here.”

>Qurry’s
>Soba
>Let’s find an Old Blood Establishment.
>Let’s go to the Armor and Weapons store
>Let’s go to the Clothing store!
>Let’s go to the Enchantments store!
>Write In (just think up something).

>>41312182
>Soba

>>41312182
>>Soba
Let's make some acquaintances who can guide us into knowing what equipment we should prioritize.

>>41312182
>Qurry’s

>>41312182
>>Let’s go to the Enchantments store!
"I would like to know of some that can help my girls, or me, survive. Plus I am pretty sure that the leg one has incorporates some. If not maybe fine some to make it stronger."

>>41312182
>>Soba

>>41311853
Want to bet anyone that we approached in this market would be a magical girl agency employee?

>>41312182
Gathering party member time!

And girls night out in the magical city!

>>41312286
>>41312258
>>41312247
Soba.

>>41312308
Dunno, vote for it.

>>41312379
DADS AND THE CITY COMING TO THEATRES NEAR YOU

>>41312182

“Let’s go to the Soba place.”

“Sure!” he nods, and you walk on over, grabbing yourself a table inside.

Soon enough, you get to know each other pretty well. He reveals that he is George Buffer, a recent mover to the city, with his girl having changed into something distinctly more magical about two months ago. Since then, he’d become the soccer mom equivalent for magical girl parents, driving her around to kill more monsters to rack up points and such. He said that she could get jobs down here to clean up a specific area, because removing monsters from certain areas would generally improve the mood of the public, and thus prevent it from getting as bad. The ‘spawning’ of Witches, Abominations, Shadows, and the plain grunts was all based on the emotions of an area, so it was good to keep things happy. If it wasn’t, though, you could earn some good money, and favors, for forcing it away from misery.

“So, what’s your daughter up to? Got your own picture album?”

>Ah...not much, I’m afraid...
>We killed an Abomination.
>We killed Wrath.
>You wouldn’t believe me.
>Write In.

>>41312543
>You wouldn’t believe me.

>>41312543
>>You wouldn’t believe me.

>>41312543
>Ah...not much, I’m afraid...
>We killed an Abomination.
We didn't actually kill wrath

>>41312577
we did hurl him over a bridge which is close enough for me

>>41312543
>We killed an Abomination.
>We survived a battle with Wrath.

>>41312543
>>You wouldn’t believe me.

>>41312543
>>You wouldn’t believe me.

>>41312697
>>41312621
>>41312575
>>41312571
Writing.

>>41312577
And very, very technically, she may not have killed the Abomination at all. That was you.

But considering her little walk through Wrath's place, she eliminated more than a few anyway so it's all good.

Wait so what is this quest about again? I see no dads

>>41313017

You're a dad. He's a dad.

Probably more dads if you look hard enough.

>>41313037
Do I have to pay alimony. Are you trying to goad money out of me? YOU WON'T GET MY MONEY

>>41313017
...you're kidding right?

>>41313037
The place we're visiting was made by the dads of magical girls wasn't it? I mean the mothers were probably magical girls themselves so they wouldn't have tried to organize a magical girl's PTA thing.

>>41313056
50-50

>>41313068

Pretty much. It's dad-central down here.

>>41313082
So Best Dad Ever Quest follows a single Dad doing his best to be awesome for his daughters. Dad interaction is not necessary, but it's fun and good for you to get out sometimes.

>>41313054
Yer shekels are mine!

>>41312543

You shrug, grinning. “You wouldn’t believe me.”

George shakes his head. “I’ve heard some crazy-ass stories, man. Try me.”

“Want to make a bet? You buy dinner if you don’t believe me.”

George thinks about it, and nods. “Alright, I’m up for free dinner. What’s so hard to believe?”

“The first fight my daughter got into was with an Abomination. She didn’t end up killing it, because I went in there and saved her ass, killing it in the process, all by myself.”

George sits still for a second.

Your smile gets wider. “And that is merely the least of it.”

George raises his hand for a waiter. “You’re gonna tell me the rest of this, because I’m interested how well you can weave this thing.”

---

The rest of the evening is spent with George watching you, mouth agape and eyes wide open, as you regale him with your tale, starting only this Monday. Even the waiter stops in to listen, his own expression changing to match the awe and disbelief of George, but both have one overwhelming emotion conquering it all: there’s no way that anyone could make this shit up.

“...and then I was contacted by Envy to see if I could do her a favor and kill the other Sins for her. Turned her down, though. And that’s the last magical thing that happened to me,” you finish.

“Wow,” they both say.

“That was one of the greatest works of bullshit I’ve ever heard,” George declares, leaning back in his chair. “Truly, a miracle.”

The waiter nods. “Very impressive. Your storytelling skills are amazing.”

You chuckle, accepting another bowl of soba. “Thanks. What would it take to prove I’m telling the truth?”

“May we see your caneblade? It would have some mark left over from being used on an Abomination, even moreso from a Sin.”

>Sure.
>I’d rather not.
>Write In.

>>41313098
Time to dive the archives then

>>41313126
>>Sure.
Best dad dont lie scrub

>>41313133
Let me grab the links for ya.

suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=ArtemisQM for the first few, and

>>41305244

for the others

My other quests are cool too! And if you're interested in cooking or racing, then I may run either Shokugeki or Redline quest.

>>41313126
>>Sure.

>>41313126
>Sure.

>>41313180
>>41313178
>>41313148
Writing.

>>41313126
>Sure.
Lucy believes me though

>>41313126
>Sure.

>>41313166
Thank you

>>41313126

You shrug, and reach to your belt, where the caneblade is strapped. You’re actually kinda surprised to find it there. It’s kinda become habit for you to take it with you now. You draw the blade and hand it over to the waiter, who takes it with some delicacy, setting it down on the table and admiring it.

“Impressive craftsmanship. And not even magical, from what I can tell.”

You shrug. “It did some weird things during both the Abomination and Wrath god fight, but that might’ve been me...”

The waiter chuckles. “Bit more unlikely. No, the power didn’t come from the blade, I think. But that blade is still dangerous, and it’s been where you’ve described.” The waiter hands it back to you, bowing. “I am more than impressed, Mr. Dunholdt. If you ever find yourself in need of work involving swordsmanship, do not hesitate to come back here.”

George laughs. “God damn, Mark! You got yourself a real life acceptance letter into one of the most exclusive places on earth!”

You raise an eyebrow. “Miyagi Soba Stall?”

George laughs again. “No, no. That’s just a front connection for Glorious Nippon itself, the very Mecca of Magic, or at least magical girls. That’s where the big leagues are!”

You frown. “Big leagues?”

George nods. “Japan has a huge competitive Magical Girl scene. It’s secret, of course, from the main populace, but enough people know about it to make it a BIG deal. Seriously, if your daughter is even half as good as you, you could get sponsored!”

>...That’s damn cool. Where do I start?
>I’ll pass. If it’s anything like NASCAR, then Eve would be plastered in adverts for magical girl soap or something.
>I’ll think about it. Sounds like a good opportunity, either way.
>Write In.

>>41313420
>I’ll pass. If it’s anything like NASCAR, then Eve would be plastered in adverts for magical girl soap or something.

You know we have to snark this one.

>>41313420
>I’ll pass. If it’s anything like NASCAR, then Eve would be plastered in adverts for magical girl soap or something.

>>41313420
>I’ll think about it. Sounds like a good opportunity, either way.

If you know legit trainers, I'd love to get the girls some help. I can only train them so far.

>>41313420
>>I’ll think about it. Sounds like a good opportunity, either way.

we will talk to Eve about it

>>41313420
>>I’ll pass. If it’s anything like NASCAR, then Eve would be plastered in adverts for magical girl soap or something.

>>41313420
>>I’ll think about it. Sounds like a good opportunity, either way.

>>41313420
>I’ll think about it. Sounds like a good opportunity, either way.

>>41313579
>>41313554
>>41313553
>>41313526
>>41313510
>>41313472
>>41313450

A mix is fair.

>>41313597
Okay

>>41313600
okay.

>>41313420
>>I’ll pass. If it’s anything like NASCAR, then Eve would be plastered in adverts for magical girl soap or something.

>>41313619
Hǎo

>>41313675
D'accord.

>>41313672
I'm too slow fuck

>>41313682
Ceart go leor

>>41313759
よし。

>>41313798
Хopoшo

>>41313420

You shrug. “Eh...I mean, it definitely sounds nice. I’m just worried that it’s gonna be like NASCAR, adverts and everything.”

The waiter smiles. “I promise you that the contests are based around more than just turning left. And the advertising isn’t that bad. Since traditionally the contests were Japanese only, some people would “adopt” Westerners in to bring in new talent. That’s progressed to a point where it’s less about you selling a product, and more about you upholding the image of whoever you represent.”

“Ah. That’s pretty neat.”

The waiter hands you a card. “Either way, it’s not necessary for your daughter to come over. But your own skills would be very much in demand, especially if you can handle a Sin on your own, however much weakened, and let alone an abomination. Come see us if you ever want to stretch your muscles. Just ask for Miyagi.”

You nod, and the waiter bows his way away. “Have a good night, gentleman. I’ll see you soon, Mr. Dunholdt.”

And with that, George turns his head back to you, shaking slightly. “I’ll be damned. The Japs accept you. Impressive work.”

“Uh, thanks.”

“So! What shall we do know?”

>Kinda tired. Think I want to head back home.
>Weapons and Armor!
>Enchantments!
>Japan has competitive MG stuff. Does this city have it as well?

>>41313953
>Enchantments!

>>41313953
>>Japan has competitive MG stuff. Does this city have it as well?

>>41313953
>Enchantments!
>Japan has competitive MG stuff. Does this city have it as well?

>>41313953
>Enchantments!

>>41313953
>>Weapons and Armor!

>>41313953
>>Enchantments!
Let's go see Sandal.

>>41314023
Sandal?

>>41314047
Dragon Age character. Special dwarf who's a savant at enchanting.

>>41314099
Neato.

Writing for Enchantments, and small talk about competitive MG along the way.

>>41313953

“Uh, let’s head to that Enchanting place.”

“Sure!”

You start walking, making your way through the crowd.

“So, George, is there a competitive scene around here, then?”

George grins. “Ooh, you interested now?”

“Might as well see if Eve wants to compete at all before...going to Japan.”

George nods. “Fair enough. Be warned, though, there are some high level players around here. Not to the extent of Japan, but awfully close. Close enough that she’ll have a hard time getting on her feet.”

You shake your head. “No worries. She’s my daughter, after all.”

“And of course that’s the solution...”

You find yourself outside the enchanting place soon enough. Walking inside, you find a few people browsing the racks, young and old, but the most noticeable figure is definitely the shortest.

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY STORE YOU CUNTS!” the owner roars as he boots two hoodlum-looking teenagers straight out the front door.

“Blimey, the bastards keep comin’ in, trying to steal everythin’,” he mutters, putting his hands in his pockets. From above, he almost looks like a lawn gnome, apron and beard and everything. The only thing that sets you off is the rippling muscles, the vines of tattoos criss-crossing all over his body, and the fact that he seems to be an Aussie.

“Ah, hi there!” you say, trying to get his attention.

“Ah, hi there mate. You’re new ‘ere, right?”

George nods. “He is. Mark Dunholdt, he is.”

The owner nods. “Nice to meet ya. I’m Thongs. I swear to fucking god if you make a joke about the fucking name I’ll burrow in your ass and rip you apart inside-out. Anything specific you’re looking for?”

>Something for my own weapon.
>Can I enchant a suit?
>Write In.

>>41314348

>What do you have for monocles?

>>41314388
yes. all of my yes.

>>41314348
>>41314388
Yes.

>>41314348
>>Can I enchant a suit?
>What do you have for monocles?

>>41314348
>Something for my own weapon.
>Can I enchant a suit?
and >>41314388

>>41314348
>Can I enchant a suit?

>>41314348
>>Something for my own weapon
Also >>41314388, may as well get some analysis pseudopowers.

>>41314348

“Hmm. Do you do suits? And monocles?”

Thongs frowns. “I mean, I can. Depends on what you’re lookin’ for. Harder to put an armor ‘chantment on cloth than flexibility, ‘yunderstand.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m definitely looking more for a speed and agility set than armor. And monocle?”

Thongs chuckles. “That I can have fun with. What do you want, exactly?”

“What perception things can you do?”

“Anything that amuses me. The X-ray clothing one is a lot of fun, especially if it goes right to the bones.”

“...Probably not what I’m looking for.”

“Suit yourself.”

“How much would this cost? And how long?”

“Money depends on time. I’ll get around to it eventually. Just matters on speed. Do you have the suit and monocle on you?”

“Ah, no.”

“Welp, I’m closing soon, so you might want to come back tomorrow with it, then.”

>Go home (This ends the thread, since I’m tired).
>Just want to explore a bit more (few more actions)

>>41314668
>>Go home (This ends the thread, since I’m tired).

>>41314668
>Go home (This ends the thread, since I’m tired).

>>41314668
>Go home (This ends the thread, since I’m tired).
Thanks for runnin Artemis!

>>41314668
>Go home (This ends the thread, since I’m tired).

>>41314732
>>41314731
>>41314710
>>41314700
It was a pleasure. I'll write the thing for tomorrow.

Except I might be doing the trial run of Redline Quest tomorrow.

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>>41314798
thanks for running

>>41314858
Always a pleasure.

>>41314877
Hey art.

>>41314798
Have a good night.

Eh, figures I'd miss it.

>>41315109
BLACKGUARD QUEST WHEN.

I missed it too.
11 hour workdays suck

>>41316010
Check my twitter. dropped a pastebin explaining some shit.