>>42090242
>>Don't. Go back, wait for Daisy to get out of her class, and tell her about it

>>42090242
>Don't. Go back, wait for Daisy to get out of her class, and tell her about it.

Ha! Now even if he cucks us it'll be incest.

>>42090242
>Don't. Go back, wait for Daisy to get out of her class, and tell her about it.
Getting set on fire once was enough.

Make your escape.
>>42090260
>>42090268
>>42090274

You slip away from Victor, making your way around a corner and leaving him to his business. You've been set on fire by a pyrokinetic once before, and you don't want to do it again any time soon. Your hands reach into your pockets for your smart phone, and you fiddle with it until you figure out how to get from your current location to where Daisy is.

You wait, patiently, outside her class room, occasionally glancing at your watch. You think you see Victor in the distance, but he's a long way away, and he turns from you after just a few seconds, subtly adjusting his course.

If it is him, that is.

The bell finally rings, students coming out. Daisy's one of the first; the advantage of having few friends is that she just closes her notebook and steps outside. When she spots you standing by the door, she almost has a heart attack. "P-please don't... surprise me like that," she says, as you pull her off to one side.

"Sorry, babe," you say, leaning into her, kissing her firmly on the lips, your fingers still laced together with hers. She blushes, smiling demurely up at you. You explain the situation with Victor to her. The fact that he's quite possibly her half-brother. That he's definitely a pyrokinetic of some kind.

It makes her curl in on herself a little, in fear or anxiety or both. "I..." she mumbles as she rubs one arm with the other, nervous. "...was hoping I wouldn't... have to th-think about m-my dad, again..."

>Life's hard, wear a helmet.
>So, now that that's out, she's going to keep her distance, right?
>Don't worry. You'll protect her.
>Write-in.

>>42090559
>Don't worry. You'll protect her.

>>42090559

>Life's hard, wear a helmet.
Meanwhile we will be wearing some kind of cryojacket. If that doesn't exist yet we'll just have to get one filled with asbestos.

>>42090559
>Don't worry. You'll protect her.

>>42090559
>>Don't worry. You'll protect her.
but
>Life's hard, wear a helmet.

You'll protect her.
>>42090584
>>42090621
>>42090664

Life's hard, wear a helmet.
>>42090604
>>42090664

"Don't worry," you say, pulling her into a deep hug, her cheek hitting your chest as you cradle her, knocking her off balance. "I'll protect you."

"L-like last t-time?" She asks. It's almost mocking; last time you were in a situation like this, she was the one who saved you, when her father set you on fire.

"Not like last time," you say, with a smile, giving off an air of confidence that you don't completely feel. "I'm much bigger and stronger now." That, at least, is true.

Your next class is shared, so you walk with her, hand in hand, her thin, pale fingers lacing around your own tightly. You return the favor, and give her a doting kiss on the top of her head. She blushes bright red.

* * *

Things seem calmer over the next few days. You don't see Victor outside of your shared English class, and while he continues to stare at her like a weirdo pervert, he at least doesn't approach. It's on the weekend that you encounter him again; while Daisy is busy with other things in your dorm room, you went out to pick up some groceries.

He moves up to you like a snake, that dull, cold, expression still etched into his features. "Hey," he says, when he spots you, looking through the candies with your cart half-full of food. You glance his way, meeting his cold gaze. "You scaring your girlfriend off from me?" You blink, not really understanding. "She seemed interested in studying together, but I called her up earlier today and she didn't seem so interested anymore. If you have a problem with me, talk about it to my face."

>Just ignore him and go about your shopping.
>You've got a problem with him. He's a psycho stalker who needs to leave Daisy alone.
>Deck him.
>Tell him that you guess Daisy doesn't like him that much and there's really nothing more to be said on that subject.
>Write-in.

>>42090958
>You've got a problem with him. He's a psycho stalker who needs to leave Daisy alone.

>>42090958
I personally find you creepy, rude and abrasive. I thin I made that clear when we first spoke. However, I didn't tell her to do anything Victor, She's her own woman. I did however point out how you stare at her and were looking down at us from the theatre. She drew her own conclusions.

>>42090958
>>Tell him that you guess Daisy doesn't like him that much and there's really nothing more to be said on that subject.

>>42090958
I'll back >>42091030

You think he's a twat.
>>42091015
>>42091030
>>42091137

Daisy thinks he's a twat.
>>42091081

>>42091141
Does anyone not think he's a twat?

>>42091194
HImself

>>42091231
Even his mom thinks he's a twat.

"Personally, I find you creepy, rude, and abrasive," you say, not showing the slightest bit of fear as you step up in front of him. You're bigger than him, both in height and in strength, but he doesn't react at all. He's got something up his sleeve, and he knows it. "But no. Daisy's her own woman, she makes her own decisions. If she decided to cut you out of her life, that's her decision. All I've done is point out the truth."

"The truth?" He says it with this sneer, like it was the gayest concept in the history of the world. "And just what is 'the truth,' you fucking redneck?"

Your lips twitch in irritation. "The truth is that you're a creep who was spying on us during our movie date."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" It comes out so quick it almost seems natural.

"I saw you, pointed you out to Daisy, you little psycho," you say, sighing audibly. "She drew her own conclusions from there."

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, you paranoid fuckwit," Victor says, taking a step towards you, his thin form not quite intimidating, but you *do* know that he can set you on fire with a look, so it has some effect. "I could hurt you, really fucking bad," he says, and he says it with this cool, barely restrained rage.

>Go ahead, bitch.
>He's a tiny little man with noodle arms. You're not scared of him.
>Just shake your head and walk away.
>Write-in.

>>42091345
>>Write-in.
"I know you can. I've seen what you can do. But guess what? You're not the only one around here who can do that sort of thing. So fuck off, and fuck off now."

>>42091345
>He's a tiny little man with noodle arms. You're not scared of him.
Bring iiiit beeotch

>>42091345
>>Just shake your head and walk away.

>>42091345
>Just shake your head and walk away.
>Casually jump in a fountain.
>Run back and kick his ass while dripping wet.

>>42091345
>Just shake your head and walk away.
Not going to fight you Victor. If you weren't being a creeper, I suggest you talk to your twin. Maybe the both of you can explain it to Daisy then.

Walk away.
>>42091425
>>42091434

Bring it on.
>>42091420

Bring it on (smart)
>>42091429

I know your secret, bitch.
>>42091402

>>42091402
This. Perhaps add, "Let's not find find out who ends who first."

You're not getting involved in this. You shake your head, mustering up your best impression of utter and complete disdain, and turn with your cart, heading away. "Limpdick coward," you hear Victor mutter, intentionally loud enough for you to hear. You avoid reacting. It's what he wants, you realize. He wants you to start the fight, maybe so he can feel justified, or maybe just so he can get you in trouble with the cops.

You're not falling for it. You just walk away, leaving him in your dust. He seems to decide it's not worth pursuing further (for the moment, at least), and leaves you behind. You let out a sigh of relief.

* * *

When you return to your dorm room, you spot Daisy passed out on the notebook she was studying in, drool cutely staining the page where her mouth hangs open. You can't help but smile a little at her, and keep quiet to avoid waking her up. If she's that tired, she can have a nap, you figure.

As you're unloading your groceries into the fridge and closet, though, you catch a whimpering sound from Daisy and turn to spot her paper... catching fire. Little sparks, near her cheeks, but still there.

>Quickly rush to pull her off the notebook.
>Dump water on her head.
>Put it out with a blanket.
>Wake her up by screaming.
>Write-in.

>>42091680
>Quickly rush to pull her off the notebook
>Hey Daisy it's alright I'm here
>Bring a bottle of water or a freezie pack

>>42091680
>Quickly rush to pull her off the notebook.

>>42091706
This

>>42091680
>Quickly rush to pull her off the notebook.

Pull her off the notebook.
>>42091719
>>42091743

Pull her off the notebook and do the other stuff too.
>>42091706
>>42091724

Your hand snaps out, grabbing a bottle of water off the fridge, and you take a few quick steps over to Daisy, yanking her off the notebook by the scruff of her shirt. You stamp out the fire with your shoe, and she hangs there, limp in your arms, as you hold her off the bed. Her expression is pained, even as she continues to stay in her deep haze. You press the bottled water to her forehead, and you can see as it starts to bubble.

"Daisy, it's alright," you whisper, trying to be reassuring, "I'm here. Calm down. It's okay. I'm here." This isn't good. This is the second time in a week that she's had an... attack like this. She never had these problems back at home. Is it the stress of going to college? The nearness of her half-brother? Or is it really her father's ghost, returned from the grave after all these years?

"D-dad," she mumbles, sleepily. Well, she's still dreaming about her father, at least you've got that much in new info. Careful to avoid touching her skin, you lie her down on the bed, keeping an eye out for any fires she might inadvertently start. You don't want to lose the security deposit on your dorm, after all. Or see her hurt.

After several long minutes, she finally wakes up, with a sudden jerk and thrashing, her hands clawing at the air for a moment. Fire licks up after them, like she slung it with the movement, and the flame rolls through the air, uncontrolled, before petering out. You were fortunate enough to avoid it, and it didn't catch anything else... but you've never seen Daisy use her powers like that. It seemed completely uncontrolled.

"Wh-what... what happened?" Daisy asks, still a little confused from having just woken up. You tell her, and she curls up on herself, forming a little ball on the bed, her chin on her knees. "O-oh..." she swallows, looking down. "Maybe I shouldn't be here... it's probably stress..." she mumbles.

>She's right. Send her back home to dad.
>No, it's just a little thing, it's still under control.
>Write-in.

>>42092053
>No, it's just a little thing, it's still under control.

>>42092053
Daisy given this started, the second you came into close proximity with someone who may be your half sibling, I don't think it's just stress. We need to talk to Bictor and his mother, soon.

>>42092053
>No, it's just a little thing, it's still under control.
She just has too much energy
We need to tire her out with lots of sex

>>42092053
>>No, it's just a little thing, it's still under control.
Ask her what's making her stressed. Victor/College/Dad

>>42092155
First a joke
>>42092148
And then the serious.

It's still under control, and...
Nothing:
>>42092087

What's making you stressed?
>>42092157

Is it not enough sex? Because I can fix that.
>>42092155
>>42092200

If that's not it, it's probably Victor's malign influence!
>>42092148
>>42092200

"It's just a little thing, Daisy," you say, softly, your hand gingerly reaching out for her, checking to see if she's superheated or not before you properly run your fingers through her hair. She gives you a wan smile, her eyes tilting up to meet yours, as you gently stroke her hair. You sit down on the bed behind her, wrapping both hands around her and holding her tight. "It's still under control." Daisy swallows, nodding. "...what's making you stressed?"

"Everything..." Daisy mumbles. "My dad. School. Victor. E-even you. I mean, there are much prettier girls than me here..." the way she says that last bit speaks of an incredible feeling of inadequacy, and you kiss her gently on the top of her head.

"There isn't a single girl here that's prettier than you, so take that off the list of things stressing you out." She blushes at that. "On the subject of pretty girls, though... have you considered that you might have too much energy? Because I can think of one very exhausting thing I'd like to do with you over and over."

Daisy blushes bright crimson at that thought, mumbling something quietly, and you smile down at her.

You ruffle her hair a bit. "I'm messing with you. It's a lot more likely to be related to Victor, since he showed up in your life at almost exactly the same time as this stuff starting to happen."

"U-um... maybe..." Daisy mumbles, her cheeks still flush. "D-did you hear what I..." she trails off, thinking better of it. "Nevermind. What do you think we should do about Victor?"

"Talking to him and his mom seems like a good idea," you say.

"...are you sure it'll be okay?"

>Yes. We just go up to them and suggest Victor's pyrokinetic talents are a consequence of his infernal ancestry, shared with you, via your mutual father, Amon Bogomilov, who is dead.
>No. Actually, now that I think about it, there's no way that'll end well. He's too much of a turd.
>Better plan: [Write-in]
>Write-in.

>>42092510
Not really Daisy, talking with them might get it out in the open, but it may stress you out more. Which isn't something either of us wants. I could try talking to his mom about it first, but Victor is sure to get the wrong idea.

>>42092510
>Better plan: [Write-in]
We catch Victor's mom sexually assaulting young men on camera and upload it to the internet. She gets shamed out of her position at the college and they both have to leave. It's genious!

>>42092510
>Better plan: [Write-in]
Drown him in the local pool. It's never too soon to resort to murder!

>>42092510
>Better plan: [Write-in]
Call daddy for advice.

>>42092510
>>No. Actually, now that I think about it, there's no way that'll end well. He's too much of a turd.

Rolled 2 (1d5)

Better plan, we...
This will definitely not work.
>>42092610

Time for me to kill, time for me to die.
>>42092627

Call Dad.
>>42092670

I should talk to his mom instead.
>>42092604

I actually don't have a better plan.
>>42092679

>>42092798
>dice rolling
>to make decisions
Durrr hurr okay sorry. I'll just go with "talk to his mom."

>>42092818
sure

>>42092818
Thank you.

>>42092818
Ya just got here an saw that roll thank you for being resonable.

>>42092798
oh shit

>>42092818
oh thank god

You pause, thinking about it. His mom, maybe. Victor? Less likely. "I'll talk to his mom," you decide, after some deliberation. Your syllabus has a number for her, which you call on your cell. "Let me handle this for now," you say, and Daisy nods.

Your phone rings, and then Ms. Allard picks up. "Hello, Ms. Allard speaking."

"Hi," you say, and give your name. "I'd like to talk to you about something. Something personal. It's probably best not to say too much over the phone..."

She seems to perk up at that. "Oh? Hmm. Would this happen to have anything to do with Daisy?"

"Yes, actually," you say, surprised she made that leap. Well, it's not too big, you suppose. She knows that Daisy is your girlfriend, she's seen what a waif she is, you confronted her son about staring at Daisy earlier, and she probably at least noticed Victor's long stares.

"Well, I can meet you at my apartment. It's in the building just off the northwest corner of campus, room 404," she says, "and don't make any jokes." There's a casualness to the way she says it, almost intimate. "I've heard far too many already."

* * *

You rap on the door to her apartment, waiting awkwardly. After a moment, it opens, and you see her standing there, looking all dolled up and absolutely gorgeous, a long, very sexy red dress on that shows off her curves perfectly. Your mouth hangs open for a half-second, and she gives a little smirk at that. "I see you like the dress," she jokes. "Come in, have a seat." You walk inside, moving on autopilot. "Can I get you a drink?"

>You may have come here to help Daisy... but there's an extremely beautiful older woman who's all but throwing herself at you, and you're still a virgin.
>As above, but, if you think about it, it'll give you leverage to get her to handle her son once and for all.
>Keep it strictly aboveboard and businesslike. She's just misinterpreted something, obviously.
>Write-in.

>>42092997
>>Keep it strictly aboveboard and businesslike. She's just misinterpreted something, obviously.

>>42092997
>Keep it strictly aboveboard and businesslike. She's just misinterpreted something, obviously.

>>42092997
>>Keep it strictly aboveboard and businesslike. She's just misinterpreted something, obviously.

>>42092997
>Keep it strictly aboveboard and businesslike. She's just misinterpreted something, obviously.

>>42092997
>>Keep it strictly aboveboard and businesslike. She's just misinterpreted something, obviously.

Why won't you cheat on your pyrokinetic girlfriend? I'm sure it would end fine. ;_;
>>42093019
>>42093028
>>42093039
>>42093102
>>42093111

>>42092997
>Keep it strictly aboveboard and businesslike. She's just misinterpreted something, obviously.
>>42092997

>>42093196
No, god dammit! I spent an entire quest making sure the two of them got together, I won't make him abandon her just like that!

"Just water is fine," you say, as politely as possible. She totally wants to fuck you. Hormones war with loyalty in your teenaged brain, but as she comes back with a glass of ice water, loyalty seems to be winning out. When she leans forward to put your glass down and you get an excellent view straight down her cleavage, hormones make an admirable rally, but they're vanquished soon enough, and you avert your gaze.

"So," Ms. Allard says, smiling seductively. "What brings you here?"

"It's... your son." Her brow furrows. "Your son and Daisy," you clarify, remembering what you said on the phone.

She nods in recognition, blinking, then gives this disappointed, regretful look. Her hand reaches out, touching you on the wrist. "I'm so sorry," she says. She leans forward in her seat, giving you this pathetically sweet look. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Yes, that's why I'm here," you say. Her expression is odd, impenetrable, and you keep going. "Look. Your son is... pretty much stalking Daisy. I think he may be having a serious negative influence on her. She's had troubles twice now, sleeping."

Ms. Allard is giving you this look, as though she can't understand what you're getting at. "I'm... not sure I understand," she says, squinting at you.

>Explain that her son is a pyrokinetic.
>Explain that her son is a demon child.
>Just tell her to control her son and keep him away from Daisy.
>Tell her if she doesn't do something, you'll be forced to file a formal complaint against her for sexual harassment.
>Tell her if she doesn't do something, you'll be forced to file a formal complaint against Victor for sexual harassment.
>Write-in.

>>42093329
>Tell her about the events with Victor
>Just tell her to control her son and keep him away from Daisy.
>Tell her if she doesn't do something, you'll be forced to file a formal complaint against Victor for sexual harassment.

>>42093329
Well then let me get to the point via a question. What is your Connection to one Man named Amon?

>>42093329
>Tell her if she doesn't do something, you'll be forced to file a formal complaint against her and Victor for sexual harassment.

>>42093329
> Other
Tell her about the events with Victor. Ask if his father is the same as Daisy's father.

>>42093329
This>>42093370

What's Victor's father's name?
>>42093370
>>42093441
>>42093447

Victor's a psycho stalker.
>>42093349
>>42093441

Sexual harassment complaints ahoy!
>>42093349
>>42093408

Do something.
>>42093349
>>42093408

"I'm sorry, I have to ask something, it might seem a little strange..." She nods, apparently rather chipper about it. "What was the name of Victor's father?"

She blinks. It's a strange question, and she doesn't seem to understand the relevance. She pauses, pressing her fingers to her forehead, her eyes lost in distant thought. "God... it's been a long time," she says. "I don't really think about him, much. He was just... some anonymous man that a drunk, teenage me... well, you can guess." You nod. She hums in thought. "It was... hmm. An 'A' name, I think. Avery? Alan? I think something like Alan, but that's not quite it..." She purses her lips - currently covered in a lovely shade of red lipstick - tapping them with a finger.

"Amon?" You proffer.

There's a sharp nod of recognition on her face, a smile. "That's it! Amon. I remember thinking it was an odd name." Her brow furrows. "Wait. How did you guess?"

"Amon is the name of Daisy's biological father," you supply, and she blinks in surprise.

"O-oh," she says, clearly at a loss for words. "You don't think..." she trails off. "Oh. That's... quite a thing," she says, putting down her glass, which you strongly suspect contains an alcoholic beverage of some kind. "Well. That's... certainly interesting."

"Victor has been following me and Daisy around, causing trouble, generally acting like a stalker. I'd appreciate it if you could control Victor's behavior," you say.

"I'd appreciate it too," she says, with a little laugh. She sighs, closing her eyes and raising her head up, giving you a nice view of her neck and collarbone, which has its own kind of enticement. "I'll call him. Hang on." She stands up, going to the kitchen and opening her purse, pulling out her phone. She dials a number, puts it to her ear, and waits. Then redials and waits again. She frowns. "He's not picking up. Strange. Normally he picks up."

>Write-in.

>>42093715
I think we should go see Daisy, now.

>>42093715
Call Daisy

>>42093715
Call Daisy if she doesn't pick up go get her, drag Mom with you too cause she may have to talk her son down from doing something dumb.

>>42093715
Call dasiy if she dosnt pick up start running home.

>>42093715
Run to Daisy

>>42093780
>>42093779
>>42093755
>>42093715
Get her to drive us there.

>>42093779
This.

Daisy, Daisy,
>>42093753
>>42093755
>>42093779
>>42093780
>>42093786
>>42093792
>>42093843

You pull out your own phone, dialing Daisy, a flood of fear rushing through your body, making you tense with anxiety. You press the phone to your ear, and all you hear is the ringing. "Hello, hi, this is Daisy, I'm, um, leave a message please," comes her voice. Then the long beep.

You call her again, standing up, speaking to Ms. Allard as you do. "I'm worried your son is about to do something extremely stupid and possibly insane, or has done it already. Can you drive me to my dorm?" The answering machine message plays again.

"Okay," Ms. Allard says, a little suspicious. "Just let me get my jacket," she says, rushing to her room. Your foot stamps on the ground, and soon enough, she's wearing her jacket and some sneakers (rather than the high heels she was wearing earlier). "Let's go."

* * *

Daisy isn't in your apartment. You ask around hurriedly, and somebody saw her leaving with a boy matching Victor's description. Except she didn't go downstairs - she went up. The roof. You hurriedly rush up the staircase, and then you see it. Victor, that smug expression still on his face, and Daisy, kneeling on the ground, her dark hair hiding her face, but her hands are bound behind her back with zipties. You can't see Victor's hands. He looks at you, smiling coldly. "Hello, lover boy," he says, "as you can see, your little girlfriend's all tied up at the moment."

"What the hell are you doing?"

"My father gave me a gift," he starts to ramble, "and he wants me to pay a price for that gift." One of Victor's hands emerges from its hiding spot, a gun languidly held in it. "Who am I to deny him?"

>Your father's a demon. Tell him to fuck off.
>It's not much of a gift, then, is it?
>Just rush him. You can take one bullet.
>Write-in.

>>42094015
>>It's not much of a gift, then, is it?

Actually... forget this >>42094034

>>42094015
>Just rush him. You can take one bullet.

>>42094015
>It's not much of a gift, then, is it?
Look at Daisy and see if there's a reason she's not lighting his ass up for pointing a gun at us.

>>42094015
>>It's not much of a gift, then, is it?
>Your father's a demon. Tell him to fuck off.

>>42094015
>>Write-in.
"You know, the funny thing about your father? I remember the last time he got in mine and Daisy's way. He ended up dying a firey death in a car"
"That "gift" is yours, your father's a cunt for trying to dress it up as a gift. The power's yours already, you don't need to do shit."

>>42094015
>It's not much of a gift, then, is it?
Besides If I know half of what's going on, you killing your half sister is just going to let him take over you and drive you around like a meat suit. After all Amon is the name of a fire demon. He'd not shed a tear over his human spawn.

While playing on his in security try to close the gap and distract him.

>>42094015
>>Your father's a demon. Tell him to fuck off.>It's not much of a gift, then, is it?

>>42094109
This.

It's not much of a gift, then:
>>42094038
>>42094091
>>42094105
>>42094150

Rush him:
>>42094049

Tell him to fuck off:
>>42094105
>>42094109
>>42094257

Close in:
>>42094122

Feels like 'talk him down' is the general theme here.

"Not much of a gift if you have to pay for it," you say, at that gets a smug little smirk from Victor. Your hands are splayed wide, showing no intent to attack him. Your eyes go to Daisy, but she's still, silent. After a far too long moment, you see her chest heave up and down, reassuring you that she's alive - for the moment, at least. "Your father's dead, Victor," you say. You wonder, absently, where he got that gun. "Daisy killed him."

He cocks an eyebrow, clearly not particularly inclined to believe you. "This little waif killed my father? I doubt it." He rolls his shoulders. His other hand comes out. A knife. Blood is on it. Daisy's? With an inhuman calm and precision, he cuts into the skin of his gun hand, his fingers never leaving the weapon. It splatters down onto the ground.

"She's a pyrokinetic, like you," you say. You have no idea why she hasn't just immolated this asshole.

"She's a pyrokinetic, yes. But not like me. Weak, pitiful, no control," he says it with this smug self-assurance. "Her abilities were easy to overwhelm, to disrupt." Blood continues to drip down, from his wound, onto the ground. Keeping his eyes on you, the toe of his foot finds its place in the pooling blood, beginning to scrape it around.

>Write-in.

>>42094416
Where's Victor's mother at the minute? I thought she'd be following with us

>>42094416
>Try to edge a bit closer
"Whatever you think you're getting out of this won't be as it seems. What your father offers you will turn out to be closer to a curse than a gift."
>Charge him

>>42094489
She's waiting in the car because it's more dramatic this way.

>>42094416
An the point of this is what to get your dads love or something?
Cause let me tell you he dosent care.

While try to get closer to charge him.

>>42094416
>Try to edge a bit closer
You know your father, isn't giving you a gift, he's making you into him, so he can steal your body from him. Think about it, why would he give a kid all that power, unless he wants it for himself. He couldn't take Daisy, she's to nice and she's female. But you? Oh you're perfect for him. You do this? You're be gone unmourned and unremembered, because you gave into a monster.
>Charge him

>>42094416
Your father was weak, he tried to kill me and failed when that 'waif' burned him alive. Do you really think a man who'd be beaten by a child has anything worthwhile to give? That what he promises he can deliver on? He's using you, you dumb prick, and he'll throw you to the wolves when you try to collect. Whatever you're doing is to his advantage and we'll all be worse off.

Talk, edge, and then go for it.
>>42094526
>>42094581
>>42094604

Durr hurr let me just work for the undead demon guy or something. Anyway, it's definitely fucking stupid.
>>42094526
>>42094581
>>42094604
>>42094639

>>42094670
Never change

"He's using you, Victor," you say, edging closer. His foot keeps moving, his toe tracing some design into the ground, using his and Daisy's blood. "He's a monster, he'll use you up and throw you away. This is your last chance to back down. He's got no need to fulfill any promises." Victor's still wearing that smug fucking look, as he completely whatever circle he was drawing. You can't wait any longer. You lunge for him. He brings up the knife, and it slams into your shoulder as you slam into him, tackling him to the ground.

Daisy yells something, but you don't hear. You're too busy beating the shit out of this punk. He's not even really fighting you, just limply struggling to get out from under you. After you mess up his face quite a bit, he looks up at you, and your face catches fire. You're forced to pull off, and he crawls over towards the circle.

Before you can stop him, he pulls the gun up to his chin and fires. His head explodes in a cloud of gore.

Then his body catches fire, an inferno, and rises. A raspy voice emanates from within. "I... win..." he says, and you'd swear you could see that smug little grin inside it. The gun lies, abandoned, to one side. His head rolls around on his shoulders. "You... lose..." he says, pointing at you, and flame lashes out towards you. You narrowly dodge, but it rakes up after you, catching your shirt on fire.

"No!" Daisy yells, and the flames surrounding him burn still brighter. He turns his attention to her, standing, clearly still scared, but standing firm.

You pull off your currently burning shirt, and get treated to Victor's raspy voice some more. "Burn the fire out," he says, with a little choked laugh. "Idiot child."

>Write-in.

>>42094773
Paint the battlefield for us, what does do roof look like.

>>42094773
Grab gun, apply bullets to threat.

>>42094825
It's a flat plane. There's you. There's flaming man in the middle of a circle. There's Daisy. There's the stairs you came up, on the opposite side of flaming man.

>>42094828
Try this.
We are in way over our head, and I think Viktor was just tricked into committing suicide and being possessed.

>>42094839
Get the flaming man out of the circle, if we either have to throw something at him, or throw ourselves at him.

>>42094773
Fire extinguisher stat

>>42094773
Destroy the circle hes standing while dasiy contains him.

Go for gun.
>>42094828
>>42094845

Fire extinguisher?
>>42094871

Throw ourselves at the inferno man. What could possibly go wrong?
>>42094867

Destroy the circle.
>>42094882

You rush around him, going for the gun he dropped. A lick of flame snakes out at you, but it misses - barely. You turn to aim the gun at him, firing into his chest.

"Ha, ha, ha," he rasps out. "Couldn't kill... Victor... with that... why would you think... you could kill... the new me?" Okay, is he actually just souped up Victor or is he the corpse of Victor possessed by his father? Oh, whatever. It doesn't matter.

"Run, Daisy!" You cry, as you try to aim your shots at his neck. Daisy turns to you, and the bullets rock out. "Get help!" You keep shooting. Your shots are pretty tight. Good thing your dad took you shooting when you were younger, because by the time that the clip is exhausted, his head is hanging off by a thread.

"Can't... kill... what... doesn't..." God, why won't he shut the fuck up. You rush him, braving the fire and grabbing a firm hold on his head, which you rip off and throw off the roof. His body collapses, like a puppet with its strings cut.

You're still on fire, but you stop, drop, and roll. You just lie there, breathing heavily on the ground.

* * *

Fortunately, there's enough evidence to not convict either you of Daisy or anything. Ms. Allard takes the semester off, understandably grief stricken by her son's ritual suicide. Some weeks pass, and the two of you continue your studies more or less as though it had never happened. What else is there to do?

One lazy Saturday, Daisy seems particularly nervous, caught up in some thought that she won't share with you. Finally, she rises from her bed, coming over to you on yours, where you're reading a book. Her lips kiss at your neck, and her touch is warm, hot, electric. Her hands run along your shoulders, gently massaging them. "D-do... do you want to... do you want me to massage you?" She finally manages.

>Sure, sounds nice.
>I'd like more than that. She obviously wants it, give it to her.
>Nah, you're tired.
>Write-in.

>>42095155
>I'd like more than that. She obviously wants it, give it to her.

>>42095155
>>I'd like more than that. She obviously wants it, give it to her.

>>42095155
>>Sure, sounds nice.

>>42095155
>Sure, sounds nice.
Put the responsibility on her

>>42095155
>Sure, sounds nice.
And If she wants to go farther let her.

>>42095155
>>>Sure, sounds nice.

>>42095155
>Sure, sounds nice.

Auto-cockblock:
>>42095213
>>42095214
>>42095243
>>42095250
>>42095289

Give her the D!
>>42095188
>>42095196

>>42095355
>tfw too beta to get laid after like 10 years of dating

>>42095385
The fantasy of a woman that initiates is too alluring for /tg/ to pass up, no matter what it costs them.

>>42095385
>Going fast with the one that will burst into flames

>>42095385
Tfw not rushing into things. If she wants it we'll figure it out together.

>>42095432
Women don't always give engraved invitations, sometimes you have to read the mood.

>>42095443
Better be extra cautious with a girl like Daisy.

"Sure, that sounds nice," you say, putting the book down. She clambers on top of you, her legs on either side of your body. Her thumbs press into your shoulders, gently soothing you as she gives you the world's most awkward massage. She's occasionally a little too rough, and you wince, and she apologizes profusely. She kisses at your neck at one point, while her thumbs work over your lower back. "N-n-n-now, th-the, the f-front," she stammers out. She gets up enough for you to roll over onto the front, and she starts to massage your upper chest, her thumbs working at it. It feels... kind of nice.

What feels really nice is the fact that her groin is rubbing against yours. You're very erect, and with the way she's positioned on top of you - not to mention her bright crimson red blush - there's no way she hasn't noticed. She almost seems to be encouraging it. She leans down on top of you, and her lips find yours, and her tongue enters your mouth, wonderful to feel as it rubs against yours. You barely keep yourself from just grabbing her and tearing off her pants.

When she pulls off you, any pretense of a massage is long gone. She's panting, her eyes clearly full of desire, and she rubs at her mouth, trying to clear away a little... spit? Drool? You're not quite sure. She's wearing this wonderful, shy little smile, and she swallows, making another beautiful movement of her neck. "D-do, do you want to..." she hesitates. "Um. I... I like you... and..." she trails off.

>Yes, you want to fuck her, Jesus Christ you've wanted to fuck her for the better part of a decade now. Have her fuck you cowgirl.
>Have her lie down, eat her out first. You want to make sure she really enjoys her first time... okay, yeah, it's your first time too, but whatever.
>Want to what? You're really stupid and can't figure out that this woman wants to have sex with you. You will be a virgin forever and, what's more, you'll deserve it.
>Write-in.

>>42095443
Unless its a milfy english teacher.

>>42095510
She never said she wanted to fuck.

>>42095505
>Have her lie down, eat her out first. You want to make sure she really enjoys her first time... okay, yeah, it's your first time too, but whatever.

>>42095505
>Yes, you want to fuck her, Jesus Christ you've wanted to fuck her for the better part of a decade now. Have her fuck you cowgirl.
And it's a go

>>42095505
>>Yes, you want to fuck her, Jesus Christ you've wanted to fuck her for the better part of a decade now. Have her fuck you cowgirl.

>>42095521
No she just but up a billbord

>>42095505
>Want to what? You're really stupid and can't figure out that this woman wants to have sex with you. You will be a virgin forever and, what's more, you'll deserve it.
Let's become a heroic spirit.

>>42095505
>Have her lie down, eat her out first. You want to make sure she really enjoys her first time... okay, yeah, it's your first time too, but whatever.
MAXIMUM AWKWARD

>>42095505
>Have her lie down, eat her out first. You want to make sure she really enjoys her first time... okay, yeah, it's your first time too, but whatever.

I sure hope her blood won't burst into flames and her dad take over while she's riding cowgirl.

>>42095505
>Have her lie down, eat her out first. You want to make sure she really enjoys her first time... okay, yeah, it's your first time too, but whatever.
A fucking deaf-mute could successfully eat someone out, we're not about to fail this.

FOREVER ALONE
>>42095567

Cunnilingus.
>>42095526
>>42095594
>>42095610
>>42095667

PIV.
>>42095543
>>42095561

>>42095505
>Have her lie down, eat her out first. You want to make sure she really enjoys her first time... okay, yeah, it's your first time too, but whatever.

You know Tart, a SoL quest with these characters and partial supernatural setting here or on anonkun would be fantastic

>>42095790
>here
May be good

>anonkun
Objectively shit playerbase

"I know," you say, leaning up to kiss her right on the lips. She sighs, her fingers reaching down for your groin. You've heard too many horror stories about guys shooting off early, though, so you stop her. She gives a muffled little noise of confusion, and you pull your lips away from hers. "Lie down," you order.

She obeys, lying on her back, and you undo her pants and pull them down over her legs. You kiss at her panties, softly, and she squirms a little in surprise. Then you pull them slowly down, your lips kissing down her lovely, pale, thin legs following them.

You get up in between her thighs and kiss at her sex. You don't really know quite how to do this, but she does respond positively as you start to gingerly kiss and lick at her, your tongue running up and down her lower lips, occasionally suckling on her clit. She gasps and moans, her fingers wrapping around the back of your head, her hips jerking up into your face. She's clearly enjoying the journey, even if the destination is quite a ways away.

When she finally does orgasm after several long minutes of work on your part, she squeals, her juices running hot on your tongue, and you pull up, your jaw a little sore from the exertion. She shakes beneath you, her pale thighs covered in sweat and shaking, her dark hair splaying around her face, which wears an expression of pure ecstasy. Her eyes are rolled up, her mouth partly agape.

>Fuck her.
>She should return the favor.
>That was fun. Anyway, you need to get back to studying.
>Write-in.

>>42095898
>>Fuck her.
Lotus

>>42095898
>Fuck her.

>>42095898
You still good for the main course?
>Fuck her.

>>42095898
>>Fuck her.

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>>42095898
>That was fun. Anyway, you need to get back to studying.
Token vote of responsibility

>>42095898
>That was fun. Anyway, you need to get back to studying.

Cool. Bye.
>>42096027
>>42096063

Fuck the bitch.
>>42095928
>>42095937
>>42095944
>>42095945

>>42095898
>Fuck her.
>She should return the favor

You get up on the bed, still admiring her form, and unzip your pants, hurriedly pulling them down. "You still up for more?" Daisy nods, groggily, and you pull down your underwear as well. You run your cock along her wet and ready entrance, and she gasps in response, the crown of your head teasing her clit. "I'm going in," you warn, and you gently press yourself inside her.

She gasps. She swallows. Her fingers dig into the blanket of the bed. You're slow and gentle, but her reaction is sharp and intense. She practically mewls as you start to fuck her in earnest, her small, thin body bouncing beneath you. Fuck. You've waited for this moment for the better part of a decade, and it's finally coming true. "...good," she mumbles out.

"Tell me," you say, as you continue to fuck her, pulling her sweatshirt up and over her small but pert pair of breasts, still bouncing beneath you in her bra. "Tell me how good it feels," you order, wanting to hear her really make some noise.

"It's good," she says, tentatively, her voice small. When your thrusts increase in intensity, she gasps in surprise and pleasure. "s good." You keep pumping in and out, and she tightens, her eyes rolling up. "K-keep, keep going, please," she begs. You lean over her, close now, her smell filling your nostrils as you kiss at your neck. You balance on your elbows as you toy with her bra - one advantage of living with your girlfriend is you can practice on her bras while she's not around - and unclip it before pulling it off. Her beautiful tits are free to open air, and you kiss at them, suckling at one. She moans. "That's so good, please, don't stop," she says, her eyes half-lidded in pleasure.

You tease your teeth at her nipple, and she orgasms, and it goes through her whole body, her insides clutching you tight.

>Cum on her belly.
>Cum inside.
>Write-in.

>Try to get her to blow you. See if she can't get you erect again.
>Tell her you love her then fall asleep with her in your arms.
>Write-in.

>>42096326
>>Cum on her belly.
>Tell her you love her then fall asleep with her in your arms.

>>42096326
>>Cum on her belly.
>Tell her you love her then fall asleep with her in your arms.
No kids until we can care for them right!

>>42096326
>>Cum on her belly.
>>Tell her you love her then fall asleep with her in your arms.

Cum on belly/tell her you wuv her:
>>42096372
>>42096392
>>42096417

You manage to pull out just before erupting, and your sperm sprays out, splattering her pale, taut little belly with your juice. It's a lovely sight to behold, as the two of you shake through your mutual orgasms. You fall down on the bed next to her, spent, then wrap your arm around her, holding her tight to you. "I love you," you murmur, your voice sweet.

"I... love you, too," she says, almost a squeak. You roll her onto her side, and spoon together with her in bed, falling asleep together.

>END OF QUEST.

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Stay tuned for a quick poll on which of so many ideas you'd like to see next. (Fair warning: might not be next week.)

>>42096666
Thanks for running! Epilogue? Not going to run more this week?

Royal - you're a princess involved in some kind of palace intrigue, but mostly you just wish you weren't kept in the castle like a caged rat. You have a benign magical creature/familiar that has bonded with you.
Her - fantasy setting, you're a sailor (or maybe some kind of magic type? Or a missionary? Not 100% decided on occupation.) who washes up on some distant island, and a beautiful (and insanely dangerous) monster falls in love with you. The natives are not pleased.
Loveless - you are the godfather of a fifteen year old girl whose parents died. she's depressed/suicidal. also in love with you.
Beloved - you are a Twipire; an ageless, immortal killing machine. You've just imprinted upon a seventeen year old boy.
Mahouka - you are a teenage boy, and you're crushing on this girl who's basically Rei Ayanami... but it turns out she's a magical girl?!
Mail Order Bride - you met Liliya; she was funny, sweet, clever, and she really seemed to like you, through the slightly-broken English. The only problem is the place you met her... a website meant for connecting Ukrainian women and American men. You're marrying her, but people... don't approve, so much.
Mirror Image - love triangle, you're friends with a pair of identical twins who both want the D. Can you find your way to love with one of the sisters... without offending the other?
Healer Quest - you’re the village herbalist/witch/whatever in a fantasy setting, orcs are raiding the village, what do?
Test Subject 18 Quest - you’re a trained technician who helps run one of those evil corporate facilities, when things go to shit, and your test subjectescapes.
Durance Quest - You have been kidnapped by the Fae, and you’re being tortured in the Faerie.
Sheol Phase - Cyberfantasy, physics tests ripped open a tear betwixt this realm and Hell. You’re a demon who has to tempt a cyberpunk operator type into evil.
Closeted Mutant Quest: Rakita - you’re a closeted mutant who’s part of the Yakuza.

http://strawpoll.me/5316836

>>42096686
Not really sure there's much point in an epilogue. It'd just be another scene of domestic bliss, maybe with some implied fucking. And no, probably not going to run anything else this week.

>>42096739
Well the previous quest had an epilogue, and dad came back to shit stuff up, sooooooo. But fair enough.


SO getting back into the one shot saddle for a while?

>>42096774
>SO getting back into the one shot saddle for a while?
For the immediate future, yeah. I have a few ideas for longer quests but they need time to gestate.

>>42097648
Is San Josafat returning at all or is it almost certainly dead?

>>42097672
Maybe in a long while, I dunno.

>>42097894
I did Enjoy SJ, I think why it was so slow was players thinking you were going to flake again.


what other long running ideas do you have?

>>42098081
>I think why it was so slow was players thinking you were going to flake again.
It is what it is. I'm not mad or anything.

>what other long running ideas do you have?
Drow Princess - what it says on the tin.
Syn School - you're attending magic school in a new iteration of the dheljos setting; cyberfantasy.
Lawman - imagine Nicholas Angel, supercop, is transferred to Gotham city. That's the basic concept.
Reprisals - that one that was group made but never went anywhere.

>>42098141
Don't you mean Nicholas Angle?

>>42096703
>Mail Order Bride - you met Liliya; she was funny, sweet, clever, and she really seemed to like you, through the slightly-broken English. The only problem is the place you met her... a website meant for connecting Ukrainian women and American men. You're marrying her, but people... don't approve, so much.
Literally best one

I would like to see loveless run. I think it's got interesting potential if handled correctly, which I fully believe you can do. Just my thoughts though.

>>42096666
makes me wonder if you didn't plan on us impregnating her and the father/broter comig back as the cursed child

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>>42090242
>dat outfit