You follow Trash's butt across the wide hangar, gazing sometimes at the gigantic glass
wall that separates the Second from an endless fall, as sunlight piercing through it. As
you walk, you notice a newly-arrived hornmother surrounded by her haremhorns,
the both of which hold briefcases; she seems scared. You wonder how yours is doing back
home, last time she went from sobbing to wrestling the What down for a croissant filled
with cheese.

Until your breasts stumble upon an extended arm. You look at Trash, then up, and then a bit
more up; the ship is huge.

"I've narrowed your choices of big ships to only
three; the IVA-NOVUS TT, also called "The
Friend" designed by Crixas, the "NT-33-BA",
known as "The Hard Boy", designed by our
dear Mi Abass, and then there's "The Royal
Fuck", also known as the Model 3.4 variant T,
designed by the only Sansui that wasn't jacking
off to Fakes of little kids." Trash takes a faint
breath, satisfied. "This is the Friend. Whichever
you pick, you gotta thank Lumina for this."

"Lumina or Moody?" Vaal interjects.

"It doesn't matter." one of her eyes twitches.. "There's also the NOCO-01, the IVA-NOVUS
TH, and the IVA-NOVUS SG, the last of which you shouldn't pick with Preah. Lumina said
those wouldn't do, though." she fumbles through her pocket. "These are the specs."

You unfurl the crumpy piece of paper. It's written in ink.

http://pastebin.com/7RnLtQun

"She tried to make it simple to understand," Trash says, your eyes still fixed on the paper,
"but we can always ask the smart fucks about the details."

Your eyes widen at the ASCII frog, as you wonder a few things here and there.

>>712322
>IVA-NOVUS TT

I vote that. Its fast, so we can get to where help is needed in time, it can act like a carrier for small craft, and logically, can take them onboard if we need to rescue small craft, its well armed so we can deal with bullies, and it has room for those we rescue, even if we have to do multiple rescues before dropping people off.

Also: Squeee! Time to quest!

>>712319
Also also: nice frog

>>712322
"Good hover mode means not eating up a bunch of anima while waiting right? That sounds like something good. Fast is good too!"

Look up at Vaal and Trash "Something tough to launch fast hovercrafts from could be good too, but just how small is small? Is everyone but me going to be banging their head all the time? The other reason I'm considering the NT 33 is because it sounds like could go wreck diving for supplies with it... or is that a bad idea?"

I have to remember to remove my name when switching between threads.

I will now go climb a ladder.

>>712511

"Good hover mode means not eating up a bunch of anime while waiting, right?" you still looking at the frog. "That sounds like something good. Fast is good, too!"

"Take my word with a grain of salt", says Trash, "but as far as I know some of the big ships, the roamer types, can move through the surface as if they were dragged by a sled of hovercrafts. Those suck at flying."

You look up at Vaal, who's smiling warmly to particularly nowhere, and Trash. "Something tough to launch fast hovercraft from from could be good too, but just how small is small? Is everyone but me going to be banging their heads all the time?"

"Oh no, sweetie, that's the overall size of the ship." This time it's Vaal. You notice her blonde hair has seen some care. "I've been in quite a few of those, you can trust me."

You nod, then bring the paper to face height. "The other reason I'm considering the NT33 is because it sounds like we could go wreck-diving for supplies with it..." you put the paper down. "Or is that a bad idea?"

"Let me answer that one!" It's Vaal, raising a hand as in a classroom. Trash closes her mouth. "Down there, honey, it's getting wild. A lot of cities have already declared empty, and most of them have already been marked by one faction or another. Some let you go in... for a prince. "She raises a finger at you. It goes down. "It's hectic, and lately some of the bullies hijack your ship after you got the goodies. Then again..." Vaal gets both hands to her waist, as she looks upwards, "the prices for food down there have gone through the roof."

>>712319
>horns

Welp, enjoy being called a Fake-Fakehorn!

>>712537

Don't bring that heresy here! I've already fixed most of my typos. ;w:

>>712666
Just me on the ladder. I keep leaving my name on when in other threads.

You're doing great on the no-typo thing

Sounds like having strong fighters in the ship isn't that bad idea after all. And here I thought it would all be fine and dandy so long they didn't stumble upon the horror terrors lurking in the abyss

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>>712712
Except for Vaal saying they let you inside faction territories if you give them a prince. ;w:

>>712738
It happens, but much less often.

>>712652
Let's get our priorities right.
We want to be a support center.
Not a supply scavenger.

The hovercraft would most certainly serve our purposes, and unless there are boats deep underground which need helping, we will not need a hybrid.

Although one has to admit, that the Model 3.4 also has it's own pros and cons.
The Model 3.4, as I see it, would mean a whole different approach to support others. We also wouldn't be able to deploy teams, but single-unit deployments.

While we are at it, do we recall what type of vehicle-class, any maybe which production-line the Greathorn originates from? As far as I recall, the Greathorn is classified as an airship, but I could most definitely be wrong.

>>712839

Roomba recalls the tech-support Sansui from the Greathorn once said it was a "Class GIGA aircraft with a serious shit-ton of EKE and a secret weapon that should be banned."

>>712880
>aircraft

OK, considering we only ever knew how to support via aircraft, taking the hovercraft is adding other variables to the calculation.

It's highly likely that pirates, Hands (those are the shits ABOVE waters, right?) and some such will try to do something stupid.
Something stupid, in this case, being attacking the...
Have we thought about naming the ship our selfs or are we just rolling with the given names?

Anyhow, taking anything BUT the aircraft will prove to be another experience entirely.

In short, it will be a wild ride either way.

>>712880
AKA Way out of our price range.

>>712839
Well a support center needs money to keep running and not everyone who needs help is going to be able to way in something besides time or favors. Though from the sounds of it that's going to have a thin profit margin at best...

The 3.4 would be an option, but the combination of slow and poor EKE means it's a sitting duck unless we're doing HALO drops of support staff, and that could mean a good bit of Anima expenditure.

Right now I'm still favoring the IVA-NOVUS TT, with the NT-33-BA a close second. Unless Trash or Vaal have good arguments why I should go for something else.

Also I vote that if we get to name it, we call it "The Flying Fuck"

>>713202
It's... not exactly flying though...

>>713235
For the puns anon, for the puns! "The Hovering Fuck" or "The Amphibious Fuck" just don't have the same ring you know?

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>>713313
I vote we call it The Silver Pin. After Broken Horn Leader, who we do this in memory of.

>>713361
I support this if we have to give it a unique name like normal ships. 99% certain someone would have snipped "the flying fuck" before us

>>713361

Not all to sure with my english right now, but couldn't we search for a, well, more "refined" term for the word "pin"?

I also got the term "argent" or "argentine" instead of silver.
Really having a problem with the term pin though.

>>713476
In the case of BHL, it was a pin, like the kind people have installed in badly broken bones. It held her horn together.

>>713202
"Oh." You black out for a bit, staring over Vaal's shoulder. "Is it that bad now?"

"Maybe worst than you think." This time, Vaal's tone was devoid of softness. Then it comes back. "It won't be easy, Roomba, but don't hesitate to believe you've got wonderful friends by your side!" she finishes up with a smile and a hand over your shoulder... that Trash gently takes off.

"That's cheating." she points out. "You aren't the only one that wants to go down there to get wrecked. Don't pressure the toaster."

Vaal "hmms!", warmly.

"I think I'm going for the IVA-NOVUS TT." you say, turning to look at the ship. The words "A LOT OF ROOM" suddenly make a lot of sense. "The 3.4 seems too expensive, and we are going to need the speed."

You are suddenly reminded of the vastness of the place, and of all the sudden figures going from place to place. It feels like a warm place, people come here to greet each other home and say goodbye.

"But, the 3.4 is safe from They's." Vaal points out, bringing you back. "It's like the Second. Hovering is always the cheap choice, of course, but being near the surface is always risky."

"I'd pick the Hard Boy, but that's because I want to be a torpedo." Trash adds. "The thing can hover, too, but it's mostly a They killer. Lumina wanted the IVA-NOVUS, so I'm all for it."

You all turn around. It's big; The IVA-NOVUS is big. You remember Preah saying the They was really bigger than the IVA-NOVUS she sank, so They's must be really, REALLY bi-

"No love for the Hard Boy?" another voice interjects, drawing all the attention. Long white hair under a green beret, wears a small trenchcoat over black pants... it's a templar. "I've been in one of those for three years. I can speak well of it."

Trash presents her with an open palm. "Skullfucker, Toasty, Toasty, Skullfucker. She's here to show us the ships."

"Don't mind her, my name is Atma." She pats your shoulder, kindly. "She calls me like that because I broke her nose. How does a tour sound?"

You notice a bandage around most of her forehead, hidden by her hair. She's almost as tall as you.

>>713542
get the walkthrough. Will these ship be what we think the are

>>713542
>almost as tall as you
So... she is SMALLER than Roomba?
Not that's a thing you don't see every day.

>>713542
Look very relieved after Atma explains how she get that nickname. "A tour sounds lovely! Are you a pilot then? Mechanic? Both? Neither?"

You bury your blank eyes under hard laughter, after all that's quite the nickname. "A tour
sounds lovely!".

She grabs your hand, without hesitation. "This way." As she leads you towards the ship, it
feels like she's measuring your movements with great care. You notice Vaal whispering to Trash
a few feet behind you, and once under the belly of the ship Atma fumbles through her pockets.
She takes out a controller; with a dim, sharp sound, the belly opens, and a wide black ladder
slowly makes its way to the floor from it.

As your head pops into the ship, you find yourself surrounded by darkness. The outside
light and sounds barely make it inside the big roamer class. You let the hand drag you
through all the way up the stairs. Once Trash and Vaal are inside too, the templar clears her
throat.

"Lights."

Her voice bounces echoes in the darkness. You hear someone sigh.

"Your name is Roomba, right? I'd rather call you by it." She covers her eyes as you trigger
your orange light eyes. You wait until Atma gets used, then nod at her. "I warn you, this is
completely reconfigurable, it's easy to change. Ok?"

"Ok?" You tilt your head to the side.

"Lights, motherfucker."

"Aw yeah." booms a eager voice far away.

The lights turn on, at once. You look around; it's a cozy, roofless room, with some long sofas
at the side next to small tables like the one Trash had in her house. You look up; the ceiling is far and pretty, metal twisting across the roof
in a certain kind of harmony, as if trying to form a pattern.

"Pretty, isn't it?" You turn off your eyes, and
notice the Skullfucker smiling at you. "The
previous owners decided taking all their things off was too much of a hassle, so you would get
those for free. It comes with an AI, as you have noticed, I had it replaced a week ago but it
seems our mechanics ran into some "technical issues." She smirks to nowhere, almost bitterly.
"So don't mind it for now, it can be replaced."

You pat her shoulder like she did, so she looks at you. "Are you a pilot?" you say, smiling.
"Mechanic? Both? Neither?"

"Right now, I'm a saleswoman." she returns the smile.

"Both of those, and also an LF under Fair." Atma turns to deathstare at her, yet Trash
shakes her head. "She's good, don't worry."

She looks at you, pausing. Then breaks it off with another dim smile. "That much I can tell."
she grabs both your hands between hers without hesitation. "What you are doing is very
brave, Roomba. I admire you." She's looking at you straight in the eyes, not blinking. "Wheter
you want to make a profit out of this or not, I wouldn't blame you. If only half of us had half
the intent you have to help..." she lets go, then turns around and walks towards a stairway that
was hidden behind the wall that gives to the side of the ship. "And I'm not saying that
because I want to sell to you!" you hear in the small distance.

>>714085
"A profit? You really think I have a change of making money doing this? I figured I'd have to keep working 4 jobs just to be able to keep paying everyone a living wage. I wouldn't want any of my friends going hungry just because they wanted to help me."

Take a look around and say hello to the ships AI. After playing around with that inform Atma that quite frankly we have no idea about what we really need or even much of the details of how we plan to pull this off. Watch her with full power psychological profiling on and see what sort of reaction we get from her. Depending on how she takes our confession of ignorance will determine how we should proceed.

Its late here, so I'm going to say good night.

Thanks for running Haremhorn. I'll catch up in the morning.

>>714286
You hear something and turn to Vaal giggling hard, next to Trash, whose arm she's clutching.

"We should follow her." states Trash neutrally, then drags Vaal towards the stairway. It's wide,
yet rather small; as the four of you get above, you can see all of the first floor from behind the
railings, it should be only 2 meters from where you are at most. You walk up to Atma next to
Trash and Vaal, who has stopped in front of, what seems like...

"This is the main cabin." she states, glancing at it. There's the big, looming window you say
from the outside, with a single chair surrounded by devices and cheeky decorations, that remind
you of the U-shaped desk at the Greathorn. You walk up to it. "It's meant for a single man, but
there's plenty of space for more sets of equipments as you can see." She's right. The
chair does feel lonely in that much space.
------------------( ﾟ,_ゝﾟ)-------------------------

The circularly-shaped elevator door opens.

"The common rooms are distributed as in a tower, to emphatize the ship's defense all
around." she points out as she walks out, followed by the rest of you. As you do, you
realize you are already in a small room, and the picture of a small boy you aren't familiar with
over a small wooden desk next to a bed. "As you can see, the elevator directly connects to
the rooms, it can open in three directions. First and second floors are the common rooms, the
third floor is for deployment, where the hovercrafts are stored. It's also where the
bathrooms and showers are located. Practical, right?"

------------------(o´ω｀o)-------------------------

"There used to be a kevlar roof over the terrace but it has been dismounted to emphatize sun
bathing." she points out at the long, striped chairs. "The railings are broken in here." You
follow her finger across circular terrace; one spot in particular seems... cleaved. "The fix is
included in the contract should you accept, so don't mind it."

------------------( ﾟ,_ゝﾟ)-------------------------

"And this is the main engine room."

You three stare at the heart of the beast; while rather small, the engine room feels like a small
tower of details.

"It follows the same pattern as the common rooms, yet it uses a simple ladder instead of an
elevator for technical reasons."

"I'm glad I don't know how to fix this." says Trash.

------------------( ﾟ,_ゝﾟ)-------------------------

"Finally, you get this fancy balcony!"

As you walk next to her and feel a faint breeze against your hair, you realize just how tall the
ceiling inside the hanger really is. The people below seem like big dots. The balcony itself is
wide and spacious, and the door behind you is big as well. You notice it keeps on going all
along the ship, like an aisle.

"There's another at the other side of the ship. A metal shell covers the upper half in dangerous
situation." She walks through it, as you still marvel at how massive this place actually is.

(Cont!)

Back at the entrance, you stop and "hmm". The Skullfucker stops, Trash and Vaal nowhere to
be seen.

"Do you really think I have a chance of making money doing this?" You start, your voice a bit
bleak. "I figured I'd have to keep working four jobs just to be able to keep paying everyone a
living wage. I wouldn't want any of my friends going hungry just because they wanted to help
me."

She's about to answer you, yet you turn and walk towards one of the walls. You hear none
from her.

"Hi there!"

Silence is all that you get. You nod to yourself, then nod again, then gently clear your throat.

"Hi there, motherfucker!"

"Aw yo yo you fuck, wuz up nigga?"

"I'm Roomba! I'm your new captain, motherfucker!"

"AW MAN WADAFUCK? OOOOOOW SHIT NIGGU, DAT NIGGA ARJONA FUCKING
LEFT ME! MAN, DATS COLD AS ICE, WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?"

"I'm sorry, motherfucker!" you say, both hands around your mouth. "I'll promise I'll be good to
you, motherfucker."

"MAAAN I DUNNO? MY HEART IS BROKEN, YSEE, I CAN'T TRUST ANYMO!"

"Don't worry!" You yell, eagerly, "You will!"

You turn to Atma, who's looking at you as if you were petting a dire wolf.

"I have, frankly, no idea about what we really need, or even much of the details on how we
plan to pull this off." You state, peacefully. She walks up to you. "I have Trash to look after the details for me, but I don't really know much
about this. I only know I want to help."

She grabs both your hands, again, as if she had done that for months. It makes you feel
slightly awkward.

"You are in good hands." she smiles at you. "Suhuru says a lot of things and does a lot of
other things, but it's the same drive you've got that got her here." Yet, she raises an eyebrow.
"Have you really no clue about how to pull this off?" You shake your head. She sighs. "Both
Trash and me are beyond profit at this point... except for a few silly things here and there, I
actually want to open up a candy shop." She looks up, straight at your eyes as before. This
time, however, she frowns. "But to be honest, Roomba? Dreams aren't worth much now that
food is getting scarce, not much unless you are crazy enough to assume everything is going to
be alright, just because." she smiles sadly at you. "And I can't afford to believe that. Going
crazy is a luxury and I don't have what it takes to do it. That's why I admire you so much; you
are tackling the problem."

She looks down, still holding your hands tight. It doesn't feel awkward anymore.

>>714708
"Bad things happen.
Bad things happen to good people like Brokenhorn.
Bad things happen to smart people.
We try to avoid them, to stop them
But bad things happen anyway.
Things don't go alright just because you're lucky
And less bad things happen to you than others.
Things go right when you do what you can, with what you have, together with the people around you.
Things go right when you take the bad things in stride, and cherish the good things that happen.
Because bad things happen, but bad things don't always happen right?
At least, that's what I think. Maybe I'm wrong? We'll find out won't we~ <3"

I think we might have found our selves a good person.

>>715101

Gently, you free your hands while wrapping hers around yours, in a cute trap of sorts. Then you
raise them as you fix your eyes on hers, smiling. Not saying a single word; just taking on
the mood, as she waits for you to speak.

"Bad things happen." You start, your voice warm yet firm. "Bad things happen to good
people like the broken horn Leader. Bad things happen to smart people. We try to avoid them,
to stop them." You caress the back of her hand with yours, as your smile beams slightly,
bitterly. "But bad things happen anyway! Things don't go alright just because you're lucky, and
less bad things happen to you than others. Things go right when you do what you can, with
what you have, togueter with the people around. Things go right when you take the bad things in
stride, and cherish the good things that happen." You giggle. "Even if you don't
succeed. Because bad things happen, but bad things don't always happen right?"

You stop and give her pause. The templar eyes wander to the floor, and you wonder what she
may be thinking. The nature of your words, after all, is raw and serious. "At least that's what I
think. Maybe I'm wrong? We'll find out, won't we?" you clutch her hands with all your
strenght, which certainly isn't saying much.

Yet she nods. And smiles, as she looks deep into you. "I have a son. Barely took his first
steps two weeks ago." She laughs. "I didn't wanted, nor expected him, and yet I'm growing
scared that he might be the best thing that ever happened to me. Because he will have to grow
in this world... and I'm not sure if the world will be there for him." Her voice breaks at the last
words. She goes on, regardless. "Give me time, Roomba, to think this over. Because if I don't
care about the world then I don't care about him, and the world is such a big place and it's
all been so wrong lately..." she's crying. You guess she held it togueter until now. "But I'm so
scared that I won't get to see him again, so... I'll call you, alright?" At this point, you are
already cleaning her cheeks with your handkerchief. She just lets you, not even
flinching. You caress her face, in the end.

"I do wonder where Trash and Vaal are." you say, to split the mood.

"I'm not really sure...so, what do you think of the Friend?" she says, drying her eyes with the
back of her black sleeves.

>>716152
I still think this is the best one. A little redecoration and restocking and we're good to go.

I'm still wondering if we're going to be on board or co-ordinating from the Second.

>>716168
I agree, I was thinking it would be smaller actually. This is almost like a mansion. But that just means we'll have plenty of room to grow right? Plus it's better if everyone has room to decompress after the stress of the day. Although maybe we should give the other ships a look just to sure we're not missing anything.

Now all that is left is the team... we need to go find trash and make clear what she meant when she said what the limit was (do we get to pick 5 people and Trash or is it 6 people and Trash because of course she's helping us)

>>716152
Also let's try to not interrupt any... intimate moments Vaal may have dragged Trash off to. Give Captain Mom a hug and let her get it together a bit before we go of trying to find Trash.

>>716168
Well, considering that our Leader back then worked on the greathorn...
I'd rather just leave the Second behind.
Seriously? It's the worst place to be right about now... apart from the First.

Not in the sense of abandoning it at all, but I'd rather have my own territory.

Also, I'm rather curious what the other major Aircrafts are up to.

Come to think of it, maybe we should get at least one dinghy. Preferably a hybrid.
I AM rather curious now. Maybe we can find out what happened to Enna's realm. Hey, maybe Enna is still around?

All in all though, yes, the Hovercraft is the best choice right about now.

Still got no other term for Pin.
... fudge it, the "Argent Pin" it is! If you agree with my choice.

>>716220
You carefully pull her sleeves down and embrace her in one sudden, big hug fueled by
love and kindness. By triggering your inner mechanisms you also warm up your body as
you do, and soon Atma is slowly shaking her head cheek against yours; you feel at ease.

And from over her shoulder, you watch Trash slowly walks towards you, her hair a mess and
her eyes dimming. And over Trash's shoulder, you notice Vaal's brushing her hair, as she
hums.

"Do we take this one or not?" Trash asks, a bit bluntly. You gently push Atma to your side, as
you shake your head to Trash.

"I think we should at least give the other ships a look, just to be sure we're not missing
anything."

"Did Toasty punch you in the nose or something?" Trash says, her eyes wide. "Your
eyes are all red."

"I was just thinking how life would be if we two were married." Atma explains.

"Oooh, so you got to when you buried my nose inside my brain already."

A sharp sound drags your attention; the ship's belly is spliiting open. "Come with me, Roomba,
the Hard Boy is right this way!" she walks down.

You turn to Trash, as Vaal struggles with her long hair, already frowning her eyebrows.

"It's exactly what you think." Trash states, dryly.

"When you said you weren't included, did that mean we can have a crew of 6 or 7?"

"I don't do freebies, Toasty." she deadpans. "And neither should you."

Then she stays frozen, as Vaal kisses her in the cheek as she walks past her. You almost
believe Trash's mouth curved upwards slightly, but then again, the margin of error would be
rather small.

(Cont!)

>>716294
>I was just thinking how life would be if we two were married.
GIRLFRIEND GET!

Also, am I the only one who still doesn't know whether we have to pick 6 or 7?

>>716294
So I'm interpreting that as she figures she's going to be on the payroll after helping us with all this. Well that makes things easier. My vote then is the three amigos, Lumina/Moody, Preah, and Bravado for the other 6. I get all my favorites, plus we get the amigos.

>>716312
Pretty sure its either 6 crew or 5+Trash

>>716321
I would take the Inkling Knight over Preah, simply because we already have muscle with Maximus and Deso.

Having a wicked good pilot in the chair would free up the cowboy to do whatever needs doing.

>>716356
Well, we have to consider the following:
It's NOT just the 6.
There is also:
Roomba (not sure about our specifics)
Nielly (She is made out to be an all arounder, right?)
WAH-rio (Until mommy shows up)

>>716360

Wah-rio does double duty with Lumina/Moody as our repair expert, so I'm not worried about him.

Actually, having him around may get us a What ship following us.

Sorry about deleting, but I try to keep my name here and off elsewhere. I usually get it backwards.

>>716364
No sweat mate.

Just saying that 6 isn't our maximum.
Just naming our possibilities.

>>716294
"This is the NT-33-BA"

She introduces you to the big... ball. You blink, then frown your eyes; it is indeed spherical. And
black. Very very black.

"The NT-33-BA is meant to act as an underwater fortress, usually for high-ranked Armas capable
of using their gas under the surface. Despite that, it harbors extremelly powerful firepower and
defenses, in exchange for size and flying capabilities." Atma takes a big step towards it.
"Now, follow me."

You notice two long ladders, each at the side of a platform at the top of the sphere. She goes
first, and you climb behind her as Trash and Vaal go for the other side. It takes a while; but
once you reach the top, you find the entrance to the ship is a small slide.

"It's safe!" says Atma, and you let yourself drop.

It... ended up being slightly longer than you expected, but soon you find yourself staring at
the ceiling from a something puffy under you, at least until Vaal falls over you.

--------------------｡ ‿ ｡-------------------

"The NT-33 is composed by five floors, the first one for the main cabin and overall assesment of
the ship, the second is the living quarters, third is the core room, fourth is the engine room, and
the fifth floor is for deployment and showers." As Atma talks, you look around the main room; half
the room, where you are, is almost empty except for the slide, and the other half is a long
C shaped desktop with a lot chairs and monitors, having a second "c" layer in the
middle that's slightly above the rest, only a chair with a few monitors in it.

--------------------( ﾟ,_ゝﾟ)-------------------

"These are the living quarters. It's evenly divided in three semi-large rooms as you can see, so
they would have to be shared."

"Why the fuck is this called "big"?" Trash asks, almost sad. "It's like a massive bowling ball
being thrown into a lake."

"With the latest of accesible defensive mechanism." Atma points out. "It is rather
small, but I like to think it's cozy. Maybe it's the memories speaking for me, but I can dare room
was plenty enough for us."

--------------------(ΘεΘ;)-------------------

"This is the core room."

You can tell both Vaal and Trash are also studying intently the odd, silver floating ball
inside the wide water tube at the center of the room, surrounded by computers.

"The core itself has it's own two layers of EKE. It's exceedingly powerful, yet it should be
handled with care."

--------------------(≧ω≦)-------------------

"This is the engine room."

As in the Friend, it's a lot of wires and things you almost don't try to figure out.

"If we ever get this ship, I pray we never have to plug back a cable." Vaal says, gazing into the
pandaemmonium of wires and steel around her. Both you and Trash nod at the same time.

--------------------ヽ(๏∀๏ )ﾉ-------------------

"And this is the deployment room. Behind this door there's the showers, and as you can see
that floor over there opens up in a ramp.

>>716356
Roomba actually can be a very capable pilot, with practice. But that is a good point... but Preah can help fend off crazy girlfriends!... Though the inkling is cool... Nielly would probably just say that we could get her for free part time when she's not working given she likes to hang out with us while we work.

>>716431

If I may:
We should not move our "Fortress" to much, which ever it may be.

In case of the Greathorn, one-man teams were send out.
Those being Leaderhorn, White or Captain.

So we should consider the fact that we MIGHT need more than just two combat specialists. Especially since those two are just one unit.

>>716446
I would prefer to pair people up actualy, a specialist and a body guard, at least until we get enough reputation that attacking is like attacking a Red Cross hospital.

Attention anons! The horned one won't be able to post until later tonight so we're free to speculate and scheme until then!

>>716553
Welp, damn these witchdevices, right?

>>716541
Wasn't saying anything against pairing people up.
I was merely referring to the fact that the Greathorn had multiple operatives.
Because, if you remember correctly, there once was this guy crying in his hybrid because we didn't have any team at the base.
As such, we should have at least 2 Highly professional Combatants, and 2, which act as support.
The Maximus-Deso team can not be broken. That's a fact.

Problem now is to create another team.

>>716431
Having back-up pilots is important, but Roomba's job is communication first. She takes the calls and keeps people calm while crews are on their way

>>716431
If we can have part timers/on call/auxiliary contractors that would be very handy. Like having Robert chime in when he's not on other projects so we can have him go out on tasks for us. Doubly so if the ones we don't select in the first hiring are also available.

We should go through all the contacts again and see what they can do that wasn't primary abilities. Like other than locating people/things, what can the Haremhorn/Musclehorn do?

I'll admit, I am biased on them. I really like their ability.

>>716553
>>716614

I assume she's busy with Herdwork

>>716614
Maximus-Deso(extra Smashy stuff), Trash-Preah(rough deals sorta stuff, potential bully team), @$#%-lumina(technical team, give Lumina a gun or two)
We'll try to keep Bravado and Nielly on ship but they could be deployed to wrecks if need be. If they're beat up they need Bravado then they aren't going to be a big threat.

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>>716746
Well, that seems reasonable.
But what kind of ships for deployment?

If I were to throw my hat into the ring, I'd suggest getting one Hybrid, the rest hovercrafts (depending on how many we can get).

Thing is, hovercrafts (as far as I can tell) are the fastest ones. They are reliable, don't cost to much energy, and are all around balanced.
Aircrafts are a little bit slower (?), but they can fly (duh).

If we had one hybrid though, we could send one team out to help other hybrids, as well as scout for possible side-income(donations and payment alone won't suffice, I suppose), who knows, we might find a city ourselfs.

>>716746
We can't separate the Trio. That was part of their deal. I assume it extends to missions.

As for pairings, I would do it on a case-by-case basis. Sometimes we want attitude and muscle, sometimes attitude and brains, sometimes brains and muscle.

>>716880
I believe that's the current plan, one big mother ship and little hovercrafts for everyone to get out to situations.

>>716901
If we can't split them even on missions that's a pretty big limitation. For most stuff all three would be overkill. I'm pretty sure it's just that they're like family and don't want only one of them getting hired and having to spend a lot of time apart. Max and deso kinda makes sense though as a support combo. But if they both need @#$% too that's almost half our staff on one mission. It will be even worse when we don't have to pair up on every mission.

>>716952
Hmm...
Who drives the hovercrafts though?

Let's assume we have to send 3 people away, just hypothetical, one to drive, two who do the actual mission (with the 3rd as support of sorts once things get REALLY hairy), sending out two teams would leave 2 people at the base at all times, which would be Roomba, who is taking the calls, and another member, either Nielly or Lumina/Moody, as they are tech experts.

If we don't need a driver, it would mean we could either:
>Get one more Hovercraft, sending out 6 people and having 2 at the base
or
>Stay with 2 and have 4 members at the base at all time.

It's all under the assumption that we either need a driver (teams of three) or have teams of two.

Gotta say though,
>>716901
A flexible team would be best, just remember to never split the Maximus-Deso Combo.
(Not sure about... How would you even pronounce his name?)

>>717076
Each group would pilot its own hovercraft.

>>717076
>>717095
Yeah, I assume piloting a hovercraft isn't much harder than driving a car and is a basic skill most people have (assuming being key here)

....
Sheesh, do we have anything else scheme about?

Well, I read the series again, and the eye we once found? The part of some Rogue Fake?
It can see food or something like that.

Roomba is not all to keen about the idea of using it, in ANY way, even as an external device, so...
I dunno.

Hmmm... since we left the last thread without any actual conclusion, what did we want to stigmatize our dear Nielly with? Or did we have no conclusion, and are victims to the whims of the horn?

I am really scrapping at the bottom of the barrel here.

>>717298
I believe we have the option to up Nielly's Moe, it was Roomba or Trash who was locked into something. Personally I think her freckles are plenty but the cat tail idea sounded plenty good to me.

>>717298
Finally got somw time! That eye had thermical vision, Roomba still keeps it somewhere. As for the moe thing, neither roomba nor me had time to post so we just talked it out.
Think of hovercrafts as floating bikes, most denizens use those for sportsmanship.
The airship is slow compared to the hovercraft when the pulsar engine isn't used. When it is, the difference is more than noticeable.

>>716446
Roomba doesnt remember anything about the trio not splitting out during missions.
Roomba thinks the one-man himehorn deployments were possible due to their massive capabilities.

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>>717377
>talked it out
>pic related

>>717399
What do you all think then? No tail? kitsune? Cat? Something else? Ultimate Moe -5000 Nielly points?

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>>717680
Well, I'd like to imagine that we gave her a n-amount of foxtails (n being a number between 1 and 9) with fitting ears. Which Nielly will detach immediately once they leave the shop, only to wear them once she gets bored enough to actually consider becoming a moe-blob, effectively creating a Weapon of mass diplomacy.
On the other had I'd like to know that I had no hand in spoiling the perfect daughteru for me, by making a joke about creating a monster girl, turning her into fetish fuel.
Probably either in white for the contrast, or the same red-hinted black used for the hair.

>>717714
Implying it's not Yuki's glasses, tareme, wikipedia-tan mode, and gap moe fears that make her moe but her breasts.

>Weapon of mass diplomacy
Oh no, nope. Did you read the profile of her personality type? Easily one of the least diplomatic around, moe blob or not. Roomba is the one for that, Nielly is around to keep us from doing anything too dumb and keep things from going south in general.

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>>717810
>tmw wrong image and you didn't realise.

Well, SHE might not be diplomatic, but just her presence will make those weebs do anything we want them to. Emphasis on the Weapons part I suppose?

Also, am Eurofag, 3rd night without sleep in a row, brain working on 15% usual capacity.
Send no help, save yourself. Am ded now.

>>717858
Sleep is important! Go to bed anon!

>>717858
Sleep! ._.

"And this pretty boy right here, is the Model 3.4 of the variant T."

Elegance is ill described by words, and you find yourself short of them as you look at the "Royal
Fuck". Given that it's in hover mode, you assume it has no stationary mode unlike the
rest of the ships.

Yet Trash is unphased. "I'm citing Captain."

"Weakness is not cute?" You hear Vaal say, next to Trash. Yet as you turn to the ship, it's
tempting to believe it's as powerful as it's beutiful.

"And it's not just the outside." It's the Skullfucker, gently grabbing your hand and
dragging you along. "Let's go!"

You study intently the ship as Vaal and Trash follow. "Try as I might, I can't see how to get
inside. Is there a ladder I'm missing?"

"TEMPO." says Atma.

"TEMPO." you hear Trash's voice, it had an hint of confusion. You turn to look at her, she's fixed
on the ship.

Atma nods. "TEMPO." You are now inside a room. Fancy would fit less than tranquil to
describe the workings around you, in which you fail to notice steel. You turn around, Trash is
clutching Vaal's hand hard. Vaal slowly turns to look at her, smirking wildly.

"I hate TEMPO." One Trash eyes twitches.

A familiar hand drags you away. You let it; soon you are in front of an ovalic shaped window,
somewhat comically wide, staring again towards the Second's hangar.

"It's so hard to believe they made this." says Trash, pushing aside a bit less than gently to
look through the window. "Is this really part of a series?"

"Yes." Atma nods. "I had a chance to argue this design with one of the Sansuis. His statement
was quite impressive; it seems they believe psychology as important a tool as weapons.
According to them, the ship's design is meant to encourage the crew to defend the ship. They
think, as far as I could tell, that beuty and kindness are the same thing."

"It's "beauty"." says Vaal, rising a finger. Trash turns to her; she puts it down and pouts. "It's
stronger than me! Also I disagree, beauties can be very unkind at times." she grins.

--------------------(≧ω≦)-------------------

"This is the living quarters."

"What the- what were they thinking?!"

It's a single, very wide room circular room. The center is a depression with a big, glass table
over a neatly detailed carpet. The entirety of the floor is like a fluffy, dense carpets, and what
seems like a big, circular bed surrounds the center a fair distance away.

"There's plenty of room for furniture, which is meant to be at the center." You look up; over
you, there's a big, circular glass held togueter by a... you swallow.

"Is that... Leaderhorn?" you dare, quizzically. Trash looks up, and soon she shares your
reaction; the glass is held togueter by slim stripes of black steels, emulating a roughly
sketched Leaderhorn. Who's reaching out a hand towards the four of you, with a gently,
childing smile blooming from her face.

(Cont!)

"Those two really fucking loved each other." Trash grins hard, shaking her head to the sides
as if trying to wash out a feeling. "Horny could have taken the easy path like we all told her to
and fuck him over, yet she gave him the Herd-Maker, gambling her heart and soul." Trash
sighs. "It's really hard trusting people smarter than you. She did. Mother of fuck, how long has
it been?"

"Enna was still around." Vaal adds.

Trash's mouth almost melts as she blinks a few times over. "I'm fucking OLD."

"You aren't that old." you add up, grabbing her shoulder.

Vaal "hmms". "Sooooo... where's the privacy."

"You could get a few tents."

"Oh."

--------------------(ΘεΘ;)-------------------

"This is the spa."

"This isn't water." Trash dares.

"It isn't." The spa, while humble in size, is trimming with details; towels, drawings, small
bronce sculptures, fake rocks emulating a cascade... "The liquid is made by a number of
specific materials, but the synthesis process is automated by the engine under that panel."
She points out at a piece of floor that's barely above the rest, right next to the pool. "Add the
ingredients, and the process will be automated.

------------------( ﾟ,_ゝﾟ)-------------------------

"This is the engine room."

"Now where's the "psychology" here, uh?"

Apparently, nowhere. The engine room is as or even more messy than the others. It's also a bit
wider than the one at the Friend, with wires and levers all over the place popping from where
you least expect them.

"I must admit, it will take specific knowledge to deal with the inner workings of this ship.
Manuals come included, but someone will have to read it."

"And it /won't/ be me." says Trash.

--------------------｡ ‿ ｡-------------------

"This particular model lacks a balcony or a terrace, but in exchange the roof at the living
quarters can be opened to let in the air and sunlight. And you also get this."

You don't need her to tell you; this is the main cabin, the very front of the ship. It's a rather
small, clutched aisle, but the front is as magnificent as it might be scary.

"This particular material is very expensive." she points at the hull all around the main cabin,
which you'd take for clean glass if it wasn't because you've seen it from the outside. "You
can see all around you from the inside as if you were floating in thin air, yet it's shielded from
the outside."

"Why the fuck would they even do this?! I mean, fuck it, I'm having a very hard time
already by swallowing those lazy dazzy fucktards could even think to come up with all of
this."

"Because they take as strictly as math." Vaal says, as you still wonder if the seats and the
main desk at the tip of the ship are floating. "Is that right?"

"Honestly? I'm not sure." Atma shrugs.

>>718503
What's the Herd-Maker and who did she give it to?

>>718601

Roomba has no memories regarding the Herd-Maker. She does recall plenty of people calling Leaderhorn a monster, Ado first and foremost.

>>718619
We should have a conversation with Ado about that.

>>718503
".. And here I thought the Friend was a bit big and showy. Looking at these two has made me like it that much better, What do you think Trash? Should we go with the IVA-NOVUS TT?"

>>718678

You get a balled up fist under your chin, mimicking Preah. "...And here I thought the
Friend was a bit big and show. Looking at these two has made me like it that much better." you
nod to yourself. "What do you think Trash? Should we go with the Friend?"

"Fine by me, this place is fucking creepy." Trash rumbles, yet Vaal firmly grabs her arm.

"But" she starts, a bit more than eagerly, "it has a poooooooool!"

"A fake pool, and what the hell makes you think you are coming?"

Her face slowly turns towards yours, as if being screwed into her neck. You blink at her puppy
eyes; she laughs it off.

"You are coming out more creepy than cute." states Trash, sharply.

"Aww, meanie." Vaal clutches her even closer, Trash just lets her. "If she could't take even this
much, then how could I let her my sweet little thing?"

"Ignore her."

------------------( ﾟ,_ゝﾟ)-------------------------

Back in front of the IVA-NOVUS, the overall activity of the hangar seems to have died down
with the dusk.

"We have a veredict, then?" Arma says, you nod. "You are taking the Friend for a ride."

"We are." You look at the ship. It's going to be fully operating Support Center a few days from
now. "It's what I've been looking for.

"And Moody's goona be giddy." Trash says. "She really likes the things Crixas pulls out of
his ass."

Atma turns to you. "I'll deal with all the paperwork first, and send to your adress the
documents. You'll be drawing signatures for a while, so I hope you like it."

"It's ok, I never get tired. Fakes and all." you giggle.

"We should head back home." says Vaal.

"We should, Toasty."

"Yup." says Vaal.

"Goodbye, Vaal." says Trash.

"Goodbye, Vaal!" you wave at her, as you both turn.

"Goodbye!" she waves eagerly at the both you.

------------------( ﾟ,_ゝﾟ)-------------------------

And yet she's home, humming to herself at the couch as the What walks over her over and
over. From the kitchen, you spare a slice of pineapple for the hornmother, who quickly
erases every memory of it from this plane of existance.

"All we need now is the team and we are ready to set sail to fuckland." Trash yawns, resting
against the frige next to you; this time longly. "Bed is calling. If you can't make up your mind
about the Fucks by tomorrow don't worry, the world won't stop rotting anytime soon." You turn
to her, almost defiantly; she just keeps staring at you, tired. "If you want a more personal
interview it can be arranged. I've also got a bussiness plan I wanted to discuss, but I'm too
fucking destroyed and my eyes are starting to pull the curtains down." she bounces from the
fridge, and soon vanishes by the corner. "Night night Toasty" her voice echoes.

You soon find yourself kneeling in front of the small table over your pillow, with the
hornmother devouring your snacks next to you, the What standing over Vaal's head, and the
blonde slowly turning over the pages of a black magazine.

>>718910
Everyone is well fed, we have a good bit of new information to process while we "Sleep" but we have a Vaal here we can poke for more information, so why not!
"For as much as she puts up a fight you and Trash are pretty close aren't you? Just how long have you known each other?"

If she's really that interested in the magazine we'll leave her be and play with WAH-rio instead, and try to teach it to put litter in the trash bin. I'm sure it has some strange body language, but we can figure that out if we play with it for awhile, maybe try to see what sort of treats it likes too.

Trash has the right idea.

Goodnight Haremhorn.
Thanks for running.

Goodnight everyone

>>719023

"Vaal?"

As the black magazine goes down like a curtain, you notice something you didn't before;
ovallic black glasses over Vaal's face, like those the old receptionist wears. She seems so
relaxed...

"For as much as she puts up a fight, you and Trash are pretty close, aren't you?" Her eyes
wander up behind the glasses, as she smiles. "Just how long have you known each other?"

"A year and a half, at most." Vaal says, closing the magazine and resting it over her legs. She
closes her eyes and pauses, before looking at you. "Don't let her deceive you. Cliche as it
sounds, she truly is a nice lady."

You turn at the hornmother opening the fridge; she soons closes it, and sighs.

"Roomba." she starts, drawing your attention. "Bravery is nothing if you don't know the risks."
you keep looking at her, then just motion for Vaal to go on. "Down there, it's way worst than
it ever was. Everybody is afraid to starve and even the kindest fall to despair, even if it takes
them time. Do you want tea?"

"I'll make some, how do you want yours?"

"Lemon flavored. You've never heard of England, have you?"

You shake your head.

"Everything in this world, except for horns," she caresses the What's head, who remains
unphased over her, "came from somewhere else. Cultures clash at every corner-"

"WAH"

"-and everyone is trying to believe they deserve food over the next fellow."

The What leaps from her head to the floor, and runs towards the kitchen. As you look back,
Vaal is still looking at the door.

"That is the current nature of this world." you hear multiple "WAH WAH WAHWAH" and
"YAA YAA YAA!" coming from the kichen. Vaal leans closer to you; you turn your head around.

"What are you going to do with these two?" she whispers to your ear.

>>720614
The What stays with us until his ship finds him. We'll get the Hornmother home, I hope

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>>720614

I'll just have Nyandemo's reaction really quick
>glasses
... we are truly in dark times, I am reminded once again.
I think the question we should answer instead should be "What are you going to do with these two RIGHT NOW?", as they seem to create quite the ruckus in "our"(?) kitchen.

How about Blueberry-Gin Sundae?

>>720614
>>720637
Ditto pretty much
"Well, the hornmother will be our first client. I doubt she can pay much but we need to start somewhere right? Wario here can stay as long as his shop doesn't want him back. I like to think of it as watching out for him till his mom shows up <3"

On a more serious note: "I have a good idea of just how easy a life I live as a Fake, and I can understand your concern for my well being. If any of my friends said they where going to do something similar I would be pretty worried myself, I would probably even try to talk brokenhorn out of it knowing what I know now. Everywhere, everyone suffers: old age, disease, starvation, and hatred are just a few causes. I know I can't solve all those problems on my own. I know I can't even get most people to deal with their suffering in a healthy way instead of drowning it in a bottle of alcohol. But I know that I can handle my own suffering, and I know that for all the sadness in this world it's not going to stop me from caring.

I'm not restarting the support center just because it makes me feel good or to have something to do, I'm restarting it because I think I might be one of the the few people alive who can do it and stay sane."

>>720826
A blueberry gin sundae sounds kinda amazing actually... maybe this weekend. Though after giving our little speech to Vaal we should probably go see what wario is freaking out about.

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>>720841

Don't worry, there is a small shimmer of hope.
Ado is going to work with Mi Abass.
Who knows, if there are away teams, we might assist them in one way or another, right?

As long as nobody blows their whistle. Or Mi Abass dies. Or... Well, we don't want anything bad to happen.

>>720841

You "hmm", veery softly. "Well, the hornmother will be our first client. I doubt she can pay much
but we need to start somewhere, right?" you shrug, slightly.

"Well, she could pay in eggs."

All sound except for a few, sporadic "WAH? WAH?" vanish from the athmosphere as the
hornmother's horns slowly lean from the corner of the door, followed by her watery eyes.

"Or!" Vaal goes on, completely ignoring the horns, "she could clean the ship, and learn how
to cook, at least for now. You'll be pretty busy with the Support Center yourself."

She winks at you. You pause, then smile. "I see, I see! I think we could fit her somewhere."
the horns vanish behind the door.

Vaal gets closer to you, then whispers again, to your face. "She has no home to go now. She's
an exile from the Greathorn. If her haremhorns aren't around, that means she doesn't have any."

You pause, again... "Oh. I'll get the tea." You stand, and head to the kitchen.

"Add honey instead of sugar to mine, if you have any!" says a soft voice behind you.

The scene you find is actually quite interesting; a hornmother standing, holding a What too big
for her between her arms, as if it was a plushie. You pat her head, and when she turns you get
another slice of pineapple inside her mouth. Before swallowing it at once, she splits it in two;
then in two again, and again, and she gets the last piece under the What's long snout.

--------------------------O_O-----------------------------

You bend as you rest Vaal's lemon tea with honey in front of her. Then you sit by her side. You allow her a sip in silence as you do the same with yours.

"I have a good idea of just how easy a life I live as a Fake, and I can understand your concern for my well being. If any of my friends said they where going to do something similar I would be pretty worried myself, I would probably even try to talk brokenhorn out of it knowing what I know now. Everywhere, everyone suffers: old age, disease, starvation, and hatred are just a few causes. I know I can't solve all those problems on my own. I know I can't even get most people to deal with their suffering in a healthy way instead of drowning it in a bottle of alcohol. But I know that I can handle my own suffering, and I know that for all the sadness in this world it's not going to stop me from caring."

You stop to let Vaal's get a slice of the talk, yet she seems eager to have you talking.

"I'm not restarting the support center just because it makes me feel good or to have something to do, I'm restarting it because I think I might be one of the the few people alive who can do it and stay sane."

Finally, Vaal caresses your cheek, gently; it doesn't stop at once, you let her go on as much as she pleases.

"You are going to make people like Fakes a whole lot more." she finally blurts out.

>>721025
"I would like that, but I won't plan on it haha~"
Having gotten at least that out of the way, (and maybe hired a hornmother janitor?) Let's ask some more interesting questions: "Did you know leaderhorn? What was she like?"

>>721025

We should also ask Vaal what she thinks for first round hiring.

What will we need out there.

>>721191
We should also consider the personal interviews.
I recall Trash giving us a rather strange look when we didn't write any psychological profile stuff on our questions.
As far as I remember at least.

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>>721201

I even got some questions to maximize productivity for our crack-team.
- What is your preferred interior design?
- At the end of the day, what are you looking forward to the most?
- What is your favorite kind of food?


Any more questions regarding our teams well being?

>>721647
Idk about interior design, I figure they'll bring their own decorations if they have them but their favorite foods and how they like to relax are good questions for the people we hire.

>>721191
I'm not so sure she'd know much more than us, afaik she's never done something like this before. Might be worth a shot just to see what she has to say though.

>>721704
But she has done stuff we haven't. And we need info.

I wonder how much paint equipment goes for over the table.
And a season of Bob Ross' "The Joy of Paining" for that matter.
Or a Television... or a VHS-recorder/player. Or DVD. Blu-ray?

Computing Units with input-devices.
And a girlfriend at the West House so we can get "The Link".

>>721120
"I would like that," ...her hand is still there. No, not even; it has now wandered over your head,
still moving, "but I won't plan on it haha!"

"It's going to be a lot of sadness... how can you be so soft?" she's now toying with your cheeks.
You laught it off... then she stops, at once, as if something fell over her head. "I'm sorry. I don't
think you realize what you are getting yourself into. She leans a bit away from you, still smiling
a bit. "I've been there; it comes with my line of work. It's hard to see what hunger does to
morality. Roomba." This time she grabs tightly both your shoulders, shaking you and making
your head bob a bit. "You don't need to go down there to help. You don't need to help.
Down there, everyone has become a faction of his own, and the man you save is the man that
will kill for food. I'm afraid... that hunger has drawn the worst of everyone, and that there
isn't much to save anymore. I hope you won't hate me for this."

You giggle, wondering where to put your arms as they rest idle over your tighs. "I couldn't hate
even if I really really tried... and I did! Trust me." you feign a scolding glance. "Everyone wants to
do good in their own way. It's just... the ways. Vaal?"

"Yes?"

"Did you know Leaderhorn? What was she like?"

Her pupils go up as she "hmms". "A kind old lady... with a very weak attitude." all that moves
are her eyes, back at you. "Except with Trash, I've seen them wrestle each other down for no
good reason. For the rest of us, she was a very sensitive being, vulnerable to subtlety or
sarcasm, always happy to talk about silly things." She pouts. "Talking with her was like
walking through a field full of landmines. Why do you ask? Also..." she leans forward, resting her chin over an open hand, "who did you choose, in the end?"

>>722653
I'm not sure if the decision has been made. It has to be made, but there's a lot that is riding on things I don't know.

Off to bed. Work tomorrow.

Good night Haremhorn, good night all.

>>722653
"Oh, I'm soft and warm because while even a hug from a skeletal fake can produce some small amount of stress relief and mood elevation the effect is greatly amplified when you're warm and soft! Feel free to keep going if you'd like, you should normally ask people first, but I really don't mind at all~ <3"

"As for the Team... Right now I'm sort of thinking @#%@, Deso, Maximus, Lumina, Preah, and Bravado but I'm still not sure... Maybe I should ask more questions? What do you think?"

"You said talking to Leaderhorn was like walking in a a field of landmines... being kind isn't weak you know. Likewise being weak isn't kind either. Ado would call Leaderhorn a monster and I've heard others call her that too. What did she do, or, perhaps, what do people think she did to deserve that?"

(sorry if this is too much in one post, feel free to break it apart or drop bits if you don't think it could fit into the flow)

>>722861
"I'll tell you, but before, you said talking to Leaderhorn was like walking in a field of
andmines..." lean forward as well, meeting her eyes at height. "being kind isn't weak you
know."

"But it was so hard!" Vaal pouts. "Really, who gets sad over a joke about a gay rabbit? Guess
who, she does." She crosses her arms, stilll pouting towards the floor.

You lean back. "Likewise, being weak isn't kind either. Ado would call Leaderhorn a monster
and I've heard others call her that too. What did she do do, or, perhaps, what do people think
she did to deserve that?"

Vaal glances from her crossed armas at you, then looks up and rests both hands in each
knee.

"Leaderhorn killed Sansui. The real one; the one that made all the Fakes that, eventually,
made you. The story that goes from mouth to mouth is that she did so for vengeance, turning
into an Anything out of spite... but just thing of the ceiling at that ship. It didn't seem irony or a
joke, now did it? However, I've got the true story." Vaal puffs her chest. Maybe proud?
"Leaderhorn killed Sansui because he was risking the Greathorn and the himehorns in
general at the time. I don't remember the exact details, but something happened that made
Leaderhorn doubt Sansui. She went by herself to warn him, to hell him to stop; he didn't,
because he was right, and Leaderhorn took it upon herself to kill him in case he wasn't." She
sighs. "Looking back from the future, she made one gigantic mistake." She glances at you.
"Why are you so soft, now?"

"Oh, I'm soft and warm because, while even a hug from a skeletal fake can produce some
small amount of stress relief and mood elevation, the effect is greatly amplified when
you're warm and soft!"

"Ooooooooooh, science." Vaal nods, as if hypnotized.

"Feel free to keep going if you'd like," you ":3" at her, "you should normally ask people first, but I
really don't mind at all~ <3"

And that's when Vaal get's serious. Her face goes so hard, so somber, and her eyes so
sharp, you can't help but stop thinking for a second.

"You have... no idea..." she starts, in a deep, hollow voice, "about what you just got youselft
/into/."

Before you can ask or wonder something like eldritch tentacles of old stories entangle and
swallow your body towards the sofa, where she frantically shakes her cheek against yours as
she hugs you tightly from behind. The cuddling goes on for a while, yet even if Vaal is rather
fast about it you can't help but think she's really delicate about it. It ends with her resting her
head over your chest, as you slowly carress her hair up and down.

"This. Is. The. Best." you hear her form togueter, not without effort.

You "hmm, after a while, breaking the peaceful silence as Vaal drools over your uniform. This
brings her back.

(Cont!)

"As for the team... Right now, I'm sort of thinking @#%@-"

"You mean !'%&?"

"Oh, yes, that one. Then Deso, Maximus, Lumina, Preah, and Bravado but I'm still not sure... Maybe I should ask more questions? What do you think?"

Vaal "hmms", looking at you sharply. "Maybe the interview should have been a bit more, I dunno, straight? Also, where am I in that list?"

"Oh." you blink. "You aren't."

...is she crying?

>>723068
>"Oh." you blink. "You aren't."
I invoke the rite of Doodles upon this. Even if Vaal isn't on the list there is no reason to be so blunt about it, Roomba has seen nothing that would lead her to believe Vaal would appreciate being blunt, and otherwise it's generally considered a bit rude or mean. Instead I propose the alternative reply of:

"I'm sorry Vaal, your skills are impressive and I'd love to have everyone working for me, but I need a mix of people who can deal with pirates and people who can actually help others. Competing against an Arma and a Hand on the dealing with jerk front... it just wasn't in the cards I guess. That doesn't mean you're not welcome to visit though! Hopefully one day I'll be able to expand my crew and I'll need people like you to work besides my mechanics and medics and to keep them safe OK?"

We're not going to cave to puppy eyes, a breakdown, or a tantrum, but we can at least let her down gently.

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>>723222
Oops! Forgot my image!

"HELLO FAIR LADIES, I'M DOODLES."

Both you and Vaal turn at the gigantic, magnificent black man, naked except for his
boxers, which sport the face of a ver concerned Mickey Mouse with a white bubble over him
spelling "Oh, dear!".

You gaze into him; somehow, it feels like staring into a whole world though space. The door was
closed, the man is shining... Trash rushes from his room, then stares at the godlike figure
completely dumbfolded.

"NO-FUCKING-WAY." she screams.

"Who... who are you?" you dare, stuttering.

"SOMEWHERE" the man rumbles, his voice echoing hard, "A HAREMHORN FUCKED UP.
AND WHEN A-"

The man is instantly shred into pieces. Slowly, you look up; Vaal is now standing, small,
metallic balls floating around her. On the floor, you spot the mouth of Doodles. It frowns.

"...Awwwww, biiitch!!"

"Get back!! It's an Anything!!" Vaal lifts you like a princess and you find yourself storming
through the build over her arms, as people come out of their rooms looking at you with
their mouths open.

----------- :OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! --------

"What do you think?"

You look at Vaal, somewhat quizzically. Then you grab her hand.

"I'm sorry Vaal, your skills are impressive and I'd love to have everyone working for me," you
starting, witnessing as her smile shrinks, "but I need a mix of people who can deal with pirates
and people who can actually help others. Competing against an Arma and a Hand on the
dealing with jerk front... it just wasn't in the cards I guess." You gently lift her chin to meet
her eyes. "That doesn't mean you're not welcome to visit through! Hopefully one day I'll
be able to expand my crew and I'll need people like you to-"

"Is that..." Vaal says, her voice suddenly sharp," is that an... ear?"

You turn to look, and your eyes widen. There is, in fact, an ear laying over the carpet.

----------- :OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! --------

"Hopefully one day I'll be able to expand my crew and I'll need people like you to work
beside my mechanics and medics, and to keep them safe. OK?"

You just bear witness as Vaal's face changes from sad, to angry, to happy, to confused, to
scared, then to excited, until her cheeks puffs and she finally bursts into laughs. You wait her
to stop, as she tries to muffle the sound with both hands. Once Vaal stops, she raises her
red face to meet yours.

"You are so damn sweet, Roomba; I can't act like this!" she pouts at you, as if truly offended.
It makes your mouth gape, almost in admiration. "When that day comes, I'll be there
for you. But for now?" she gets so serious, you just know she isn't trying anymore. "I'm leaving
my sweet little thing with you. So... you better be careful! OK?"

>>723365
"Your 'sweet little thing' is not exactly a pushover, I'm expecting her to to be saving me far more than I save her... but I'll be careful all the same <3"

... The Rite of Doodle is a most frightening ceremony. Almost as frightening as the summoning of Obama.

>>723439

You giggle, softly this time. "Your 'sweet little thing' is not exactly a pushover, I'm expecting
her to be saving me far more than I save her... but I'll be careful all the same." you draw a
heart with your thumbs and index fingers as you say so.

"You better be." she dares, puffing. "My little Trash only has her memory inside her head,
unlike you."

"I wonder if she's hearing us. I mean, Trash did sound sleepy."

Vaal laughs in silence. "Of course she is! She'd hardly ever miss the chance to hear people
talking about her."

"Bullshit!" you hear somewhere far away, as Vaal's cheeks puff.

She ends it up with a happy sigh, then buries her face in your chest again. "I'm sleepy. Sleepy
people sleep." you manage the decipher, since her voice is muffled. Then she backs off, turns
you around, and gets her arm under your head so you use it as a pillow, as Vaal hugs you from
behind. "You got yourself into this. Good night."

"Good night!" you reply, cheerfully... suddenly worrying a bit about recharging your batteries.
You wonder if the hornmother fell asleep in the kitchen, with the What.

>>723222
>>723228
>>723365

What the hell was that? What the hell is doodles?

>>724163
Roomba's weapon against me.

>>724163
Let me give you the wise words of Trash, as they are documented in the Epos known as "Anon and waifus":
"Niggers are magical beings, and magic is one thing you’d very much rather stay as far away as you can."

As well as: "Niggers are a force to behold. Even if Carlos is white."

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>>723477
So, do we want to rid ourselves of the loving embrace of Vaal, so we can go into the kitchen, check up on Bateman and Wah-rio?
Then we charge our batteries.
We usually charge our batteries... where again? Kitchen? Anywhere we want?

>>724369
>Bateman
Let me correct myself
The Batehorn.

>>724369
We could try, but in betting Vaal has us pretty locked down. Usualy we have a inductive charger we use, but Vaal didn't exactly give us time to grab it...

Do what processing we can and then go into power saving mode until morning, we can charge while everyone has breakfast.