>>706669
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I return after ages hiatus. I hope you didn’t miss me too much.

>>706669
>Insert lewd stick in egg hole

>>706669
>Screw Time out! Disobey your parents even more.

>>706669
>>Screw Time out! Disobey your parents even more.
TROUBLEMAKER

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>>706689

>>706669
>Sulk here, wait for someone to come find you
Hmpmh! Won't believe us about our memories after they ask, put us time out for being awesome (if maybe just a tad reckless), sheesh, what's a chick gotta do to win her parents' approval?

>>706785
To add to this
>sing a jailbird song
Nobody knows, the trouble I've seen...

>>706669
>Sulk here, wait for someone to come find you

>>706669
>>Sulk here, wait for someone to come find you

>>706669
>Sulk here, wait for someone to come find you
holy shit its back

>>706669
>>Take a Nap. Fuck it, you had a long day
like i will be doing, sadly cant stay longer but will read the thread when I have time next

>>706674
I missed this soooooooooooo much you have no idea.

>>706669
>Sulk here, wait for someone to come find you
then get tired waiting so;
>Take a Nap. Fuck it, you had a long day

>>706674
AND WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN

>>706669
>>Take a Nap. Fuck it, you had a long day
it really HAS been a long day for Mii.

>>706674
Alright, gave it a bit longer than expected while I waited for people to show, glad I did.

Looks like sulking wins, I'll get to Writing!

Thank you all for the warm welcome.

>>706860
Life is a bitch.

I must learn the ways of the fluff better for my own thing. Teach me oh master.

>>706669
Fuck it, you’ve had enough for the day. If that’s how everyone wants to be fine. You hunker down into the pile of white, fluffy feathers, your own wings covering your sides as you rest your head down, upon the down covering the stick and mud floor of the nest. You’ll just sulk here, you’ve had enough, every time you try to go above and beyond today it’s just blown up in your face. First there was the whole thing about you telling your family that you were reborn and they didn’t believe any of it, and now when you successfully do your first hunt, you get put in time out?! Life is just so unfair, it doesn’t matter if it is in one reality or another.

With a pout on your face you sulk, mulling these thoughts over in your mind, about how unfairly you are being treated, and how much Mom and Dad suck for making it so you can’t throw yourself headfirst into life here in this world. The forest itself is quiet today, the wind rustles through the quiet canopy, as the afternoon sun lazily makes its way towards its destination, the soft breeze tickling your nose as it gently caresses you, shifting a few feathers from the pile to float and dance across the nest floor, before settling in a corner. You give a heavy sigh, and tap your toes on the floor as you wait… and sulk… and wait…

Eventually, you hear someone approaching, by tilting you head just a bit and shifting your gaze slowly you are able to make out the entry way to the ‘room’ you are in and notice slightly ruffled brown feathers, wavy brown hair, and a curious expression upon the tan face of none other than your traitorous older sister, Ciel! She looks at you, then back into the ‘hall’ then back to you, then gives a look of contemplation, like a person who sees someone else playing a Nintendo D.S. but doesn’t want to go over and appear strange but really wants to know how far the person has progressed in the game they are playing…

“Hey, little sis.” She finally says with a tentative step towards you. “Can… can we talk a bit?”
You grumble and look away from her as you contemplate what to do.

>Snub the traitor, she took the glory.
>Hear her out, she did kind of save you and Mai.
>Ask her what she wants. She is family.
>Write in.

>>707067
>>Ask her what she wants. She is family.
But do it grumpily.

>>707067
>>Ask her what she wants. She is family.

>>707067
>Ask her what she wants. She is family.

>>707067
>>Ask her what she wants. She is family.

>>707067
>Ask her what she wants. She is family.

>>707067
>Ask her what she wants. She is family.
I don't think we're upset with her, after all, no reason to take it out on her.

>>707067
Seems Decently unanimous. Writing.

>>707067
You give another sigh and glance back her way. “What do you want, Ciel?” You ask her, with a glare from your little pile of fluff and ruffled feathers.

This seems to cause another moment of hesitation in your older sister, who ruffles up her own brown feathers, the wind brushing them up just enough for you to see the underside of a few. And it is with a great effort that you see her finally come to her words.

“Earlier, before we went out on the hunt there was that time when you and Mai were talking about what you remember from your genetic memories and you said that you remembered all this cool stuff like rumble boxes and electric carriages and I don’t know where you know it from but it sounds really neat so I know you probably don’t feel like talking about it because I know it must be a tough topic and you know what this was stupid just forget I ever asked okay?”
She spits out in rapid succession, you can see her lungs squeezing out that last bit of air as she rambles and then goes to turn for the exit once again, turning tailfeathers.

>Stop her
>Let her go
>Write in

>>707266
>>Stop her

>>707266
>>Stop her

>>707266
>Stop her

>>707266
>>Stop her

>>707266
>Stop her
>Breathe Ciel, then talk.
I'm not sure where she was going with that, so I'm curious. Could be she just wants to hear stories? Regardless, she's our sister, and no reason any sister of ours should lack in self-confidence! If she has something she wants to ask, she should ask it.

>>707266
>>Stop her

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>>707266

> Stop her
> She must answer for what she has done
> That badger was pre-cooked. PRE. COOKED.

>>707266
>>707321
I sort of agree.

>>707266
Counted and Writing. Sorry for the slow day.

>>707321
I'm not sure what you mean. We ended the last thread with the three siblings carrying the kill. Unless Mom demanded it be dropped and left behind, it might have still gotten carried to the nest.

>>707266
“Wait, Wait, Wait. Big Sis.” You call out from the comfort of your pile of down that surrounds you.
She comes to a halt in her hasty tracks, snapping a few twigs under talon as she does so.
“Yes? Little sister?” She questions in return, it seems to have a strange dual undertone of hope and at the same time nervousness.
“Explain-” You begin to say back to her before she whips around with an almost child like happiness upon her expression, well given she is actual a child, unlike you who is a teen in a young body that’s understandable.
“Well, you see, my genetic memory has all these things like whirligigs and thingamabobs and shiny doodads that we harpies make, and I was hoping that if you told me more about what the humans make I could put my smarts to work with what you have and then maybe I could come up with whole new ideas. Your stories sounded really interesting too, like you have actual memories of it instead of just well, thoughts and such on things you already kinda know.”
She says, her brown hair and feathers bobbing up and down as she bounces in place in front of you, it’d probably be a lot cuter if she didn’t tower over you from this perspective.

>Err… sure? (Where to begin?)
>I don’t feel like talking about it, you saw what Mom and Dad were like
>No, I meant explain why you took credit for our kill
>Write in

>>707321
>>707413
Sorry if I didn't make it clear, you still have the badger in the kitchen

>>707461
>>Err… sure? (Where to begin?)
Start off with hydroelectricity, where a turbine is spun at high speeds to turn the power of the moving water into electricity. Then tell her what a circuit is.

>>707461
>>Err… sure? (begin with simple tech. like lights and such)

>>707461
>>Err… sure? (Where to begin?)
Explain stuff in more fantastical terms, like talk about factories and skyscrapers and lightbulbs and the internet.

>>707461
>Err… sure? (Where to begin?)
Start with basic medicine/ hygiene maybe? I don't know if people know what germs are in this setting, but you could start there.

>>707461
Huh, I didn't even know harpies had artificers.

I wonder if they have shamans?

>>707461
>Err… sure? (Where to begin?)
>But only if you promise not to brush it off like Mom and Dad!

If she knows where we could get our talons on some magnets and some metal wire, we could rig up a basic battery for electric experiments. But that might be rough.

We could talk a bit about radio transmissions, sending sound and other information through energy that we can't see. Sam / Mii probably won't know anything details about them, but just the ideas might be interesting to Ciel.

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>>707461
Alright, I'll take these into account and start writing.

>>707581
yo sigil, do the harpy artificers make anything of real value?

>>707593
Define Value.

>first she steals our kill, now she will steal all our inventions and claim she thought them all up

>>707599
Stuff besides pretty things to look at I guess, magic items, weapons etc

>>707461

> Err... sure? (Where to begin?)
> There are these things called magnets, usually iron containing rocks that stick together. They're used in compasses.
> A strong electric current through iron metal can turn regular metal into a magnet, and when those magnets move next to other metals, they cause electricity to flow.
> By rotating the magnets around a coil of wires with a hand crank or magic, you can make electricity.

>>707613
>>707581

This too, please.

>>707612
They make a few useful things, but they aren't known for being better than any of the other races, something to do with most of them only having feet talons as manipulators.

>>707673
One day, FEATHER FINGERS.

>>707673
Okey dokey, what about shamans or anything similar?

>>707787
Yes, you may meet some.

Still Writing

Holy fuck it lives

Glad to see you back Sigil

>>707461
You try to hold it back, but you can’t help but feel some pride. Finally, finally someone believes you, even if it isn’t one hundred percent, it’s a start. And that gets you all kinds of ready to talk. You rear up from the pile of feathers, sitting proud and shaking off your prison of white softness to reveal your glorious gray plumage.

“Alright Sis, I can’t say no to you. After all, what are sisters for if not to be there for one another. Now, come on, come on Sis, sit down and I’ll tell you all about it.”

Ciel smiles brightly at your words, her wings trembling with excitement. She takes quick steps back to you before nestling down on her legs into a seated position on the floor. She is bright eyed and eager to learn it seems.

“Alright now where to begin… something easy. Alright, ah, there are certain metals, iron works, and certain pieces of it have this attractive property to other types of metal. Where they want to stick together because of really powerful forces.” You begin, trying to explain magnetism, and Ciel bops her head along absorbing the information like a sponge.

“So certain types of metal are magic?” She questions you, with a raised wing.

“No, no, its not magic. Its science. Look, so you know lightning and light and stuff, well all of that happens because of these really tiny particles and some of them are a plus and they like to stick to minuses and when a bunch of minuses get energy they get rid of it all at once and… umm… er…” You keep trying to find the right words, but it seems that your thoughts are having trouble transferring over, much like you did before when you tried explaining. Perhaps only simple terms will work…

Ciel just tilts her head and waits, she seems to notice a loose feather in her wing however, and goes to try and pluck that while you struggle with your words.

“So, there are little things, that effect big things, and I know we seem like little things, but these things are waaaaaaaaaaaaay smaller.” You emphasize this by spreading your wings wide to explain big things and then shrinking the distance to the point of touching for small things.
“And these little things make up everything, and they got all these positive and negative things in ‘em. And when these things are out of balance they start to stick together and make other things, but sometimes these things behave in other ways like making metal stick to metal, or causing light, and heat, and fire. But it’s not done by magic there’s really specific things that go into them. So, if you can find some metal like that I can show you some neat stuff.”

“Okay sister, but where am I supposed to find metal like that?”
“Well, it shouldn’t be that rare, if we check the town they may have some, and if not there’s always the hills and mountains.”
Ciel nods her understanding and waits for you to continue.
1/2

>>707975
“And I told you about the communal housing.” You wince a bit as you once again fail to say apartment.
Your sister gives a nod in agreement.
“Well, there were some of places like those that housed, hundreds, maybe even a thousand humans, all over. And there were other places too, buildings taller than this tree, taller than a hundred of this tree even.”
Ciel’s face turns to one of disbelief and astonishment, after all, nothing is taller than these trees, except maybe the mountains in the far off distance, but to hear of a building that is the size of a hundred trees, it baffles the imagination.
You can’t help but grin at the expression she gives, it’s like telling a little kid some kind of fantastical tale of dragons and heroes and, oh wait you are living that now…

“Oh, Oh, but before I forget about little things, I almost forgot, there are these little animals inside of everyone, and on everything and that’s what makes people sick.”
“You’re making that up.” Ciel retorts, it seems that one is just too absurd for her.
“No, no, its true. That’s why we need to clean ourselves when we can. Like preening and taking baths, and making sure nothing rots.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s because of the bad taste and smells.”
“No, its because of the animals, trust me.”
“Oookay sis…”
You aren’t sure if that one stuck…

“Well, there is one thing I might be able to show you though, if we can get back to Treebreak.” You say, a thought suddenly coming to your mind.
“Oh, and what is that sis?” Ciel questions.
“I saw a mill there with a water wheel, if we can do some stuff with it, I can show you all kinds of neat things.”
“Well if you think so Sis…” Ciel says as she finally rises to her feet.
“Hey, where are you going?” You ask from your spot across from her.
“I need to go think, you gave me a lot of things to think about, even if I don’t get all of it right now…” She says as she plods her way towards the entryway.
“But I still have more to talk about.” You say, having finally gotten really into it.
“And we will sis,” Ciel says with a chuckle, “But I can only think about so much at once, and besides, its not like we’re going anywhere anytime soon.”

And with that, she heads back out into the nest proper, leaving you to your isolation. The sun hangs low in the sky, it is already starting to get dark, wait, is mom really going to send you to bed without dinner…

>Chase after Ciel
>Go to bed, you’re more tired than hungry
>Leave the room and go check the kitchen
>Go look for one of your other siblings (‘Eggy’, Mai)
>Write in

>>707983
>Go to bed, you’re more tired than hungry

>>707983
>Write in
>Sit and preen

>>707983
>Go to bed, you’re more tired than hungry

Why does no one else think our sister is a horrible cunt?

>>707983
>preen damn you, preen

>>707983
>>Leave the room and go check the kitchen

>>707983
>Wait to be relieved from time out, don't want to upset Mom any more than she already was.
>Make up jailbird songs.

Well if they freed from this prison
if the free winds belonged to me
I bet I'd move it over
A little farther in the tree.
Far from the time-out corner
That's where I'd want to stay
And I'd let the leaves a'rustling
Blow my blues away.

>>708011
What, Ciel? Why would we? What did she do wrong? Sure, Mom got the wrong idea about what happened, but that's not Ciel's fault. She came to assist us after she heard the distress call, even when she thought we should all run away.

>>708011
Who, Ciel?

I'm willing to bet she 'took credit' for the kill because she knew Mom'd just freak out even more, at BOTH of us, if she knew we'd done most of the fighting.

>>708042
>>708053

She did nothing to correct the record. She also went off to think and probably eat dinner while we sit in time out. We're being punish and she's being unjustly rewarded. Credit where credit is due!

>>708053
This is my stance on it. I'm not too fussed. There'll be other opportunities, and maybe next time we won't try to overextend ourselves.

>>707983
>Go to bed, you’re more tired than hungry
Gotta get that evolution!

>>708058
...she's a CHILD. "Arguing with already freaked-out Mom" isn't usually something kids think to do.

Mai isn't in time-out either, if you hadn't noticed.

>>708058
she's our sister. let that shit go, it's not all that important

>>708121
I'm going to be suspicious as fuck of her for a while. Can't help it.

I get the, "She's a child." Response. "she's our sister!" means jack shit to me. You can't give people the benefit of the doubt just because they're family.

>>707983
Well it seems going to bed has won it, and so, I shall.

But I'll stick around for a little bit to answer any questions and concerns you may have.

>>708125
wow you must have a shitty family.

>>708125
I get the opposition to "blood thicker than water" mentality, but holding such a grudge over this is... kinda over the top, mate. Especially given we're still children.

...unless you're talking about this in-character.

>>708131
Thanks for running, and welcome back! When do you think you can run next?

>>708131
Is Mai doing okay? A full thread with neither feather nor fluff from her. Hopefully Mii doesn't go into twin withdrawal!

>>708125
I feel sorry for you.

>>708139
A few of my relatives are shitty people yeah. It seems pretty common and the excuse, "But they're family!" Is one I hear incredibly often.

>>708146
What? Isn't this all in character? I'm suspicious of her and kinda pissed that she's being friendly and hasn't apologized.

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>>708164
Mai is fine, just figured I should give another family member the spot light for a while.

>>708159
And who said it was over? We're on /qst/ now. No need to worry about the thread being gone in the morning.

>>708171
yes our older sister, who is only like a week older than us, is plotting our downfall and then NOTHING WILL STOP HER FROM TAKING OVER THE WORLD!

>>708171
>Isn't this all in character?

Not the conversation between posters, no.

>pissed that she's being friendly and hasn't apologized

...are you an only child? Children are kinda shit at the whole "empathy" thing. She might genuinely not understand that we could possibly be angry for her "taking credit" for the kill.

>>708291
No I'm not an only child. You can say they're shit at empathy but they're also operating on a level far beyond what's comparable for a human of the same age. Does that apply to everything but empathy?

>>708299
If you're talking about actual age yeah. But she's still like, 8 in human terms, or something. She's still pretty childish.

>>707983
>Chase after Ciel
We independent now.

Harpyquest is back?

Time to celebrate!

>>708189
I'd fug the bird on the left.

>>707983
>Go to bed, you’re more tired than hungry
Look, if we /don't/ bust out this time, it will lull them into false sense of security so we can bust out on another (inevitable) occasion!

I distinctly remember there being lewds of the birbs. Did anyone keep a cap of them? For, er, personal reasons, of course.

>>717485
Perhaps you are thinking of a different harpy story? Because unless it was about the parents' naked wrestling, I don't remember anything like that.

>>717531
Maybe it was just a hallucination after all. Must remember to drink more fluids.

>>707983
You’ve had just about enough of today, it’s been a long and hard day and right now you are far more tired than you are hungry.
You decide that you might as well just go to bed now, and you make your way back to the fluffy, downy, and white feather pile that you will be using for a bed. You shift and shuffle in it, pressing the warm feathers to your body as you settle down, by ducking your face under your wing you are able to cut out the afternoon light and get just enough darkness for your brain to start slipping and drifting towards the real of dreams.
A few rays of light stave off your advance towards slumber, and for a brief moment you wonders what you shall be dreaming of this night.

>The void
>The truth
>The fate

>>722246
Forgot my trip, But we return!

>>722246
>>The void
Let us stare into the abyss and see if it stares back.

>>722246
>The void

Truth is always horrible and fate is counter productive as it usually becomes true as you try to fight it...

>>722246
>The void
The spookiest!!

>>722246
>The truth

>>722246
>The fate
Fortune telling, go!

>>722246
It seems the void has won, writing.

>>722246
As you slip into your dream you feel something tug and pull and then all at once it envelops you, dragging your consciousness to a new space. The space is both totally dark and totally bright at the same time, yet it is without all, shapes, time, movement, anything. It is radiant and aglow but from no particular source. It is dark but there is nothing to cause darkness. Yet somehow you can feel it, everything that ever is, was, or will be is here, yet there is nothing here at all. It is everything and nothing, yet you can feel it pulsing and shimmering around you, the sensation of energy winking on and off, in and out of this… void. It is comfortable enough, so within its crammed nothingness. In this space you stay, light and dark winking in and out of the existence, or nonexistence that surrounds your being…
Then, there is a shift, darkness rolls through the void, like a great shadow passing over all that is, instinctively you go to duck or move, but nothing changes, here there is no movement, nothing to shift or change, yet, the shadows coalesce before you into a familiar shape, that of a bird, black as pitch yet radiating an ethereal light from within and without.
“Found you at last, good for a moment I figured it had failed.”
The voice has no gender, yet is both a booming yell and a quiet whisper, like a choir of a thousand is speaking all at once. You open your mouth to reply, yet nothing comes out, your mind racing with questions and concerns.
Foremost among them is.
>Where am I?
>Who are you?
>Whats going on?
>Write in

>>722542
>Who are you?

>>722542
Where am I? What's going on? Who are you? What is this? Peep! Peeeeeeeeeep!

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>722542
>All of the above!

>>722542
>>Whats going on?

>>722542
>>Whats going on?

>>722542
>Whats going on?

I'd expect, due to the inherent shortness of sleep visions, Who would be answered with dismissal, where would be answered with vagueness, so what is the best question for now. Who and Where can come later.
No one would believe us should we choose to ask about this during the day...

>>722542
>Whats going on?

>>722542
We say Hey, Whats going on?

Writing.

>>722651
AND I CRY SOMETIMES WHEN I'M LYIN IN BED

>>722702
Not sure I got the song reference.

>>722542

“Straight to the point, aren’t we? Well that is indeed a question…”
The shadow ‘speaks’ to you, having read your very thoughts. Reality pulsing around it as its words emanate through the void.

You can feel pressure emanating from it, like a billion gravities crushing you, and yet at the same time, it seems to raise you up against the power, holding your very existence in a vice. Light and dark flicker slower near the being as it shifts slowly in place, if it had eyes it is clearly looking in your direction.

“Right now I have taken you to my abode, so that we may discuss in private. After all who would I be if I just left you to fend on your own without a sense of direction? Flapping around like a hatchling in the darkness?

The shadow spreads its wings and they seem to cover all of the realm of light and dark, blotting out all that is and ever will be from view.
“Let us begin not too long ago then, Samantha, you faced a rather unfortunate happenstance, and were brought back. Right now we are simply going over something I should have with you already.”
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Thats all for now, I know it was a bit of a tease, but I wanted to make sure the thread had a proper 'ending'. Sorry for the huge hiatus, I'll be sure to be around more often through the holidays. Feel free to stick around and ask questions.

>>722926
Thanks for the thread.

>You've really fallen down the rabbit hole now
Uweh
Thanks for running!