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>>966128

Welp...
WELP...

Y U DO THIS WHITE?
...
Unless...
> different than you remember

Roomba-sense is tingling.
Either we are delusional and try to project the fact that this is not White...
Or it's ACTUALLY not White.

Either way, it really doesn't help us in any way.
Because the Second now got a reason to launch an attack on the Greathorn.

> Season 2 starts
> Already despair

Jup, that's our hornventures as we know them.

>>966178
It's probably a very broken, very desperate White. If you count that as the same as the White we knew from before the broken horn leader died, then sure, it's the same White.

Maybe she should have accepted that hug.

>>966207
Things happen!

>>966220
well this is going to be annoying if I can't remember my damn trip.

>>966226
As long as I get my Roomba...! =w=

>>966226
...I can even BE you! Nanananana!

>>966226
>>966238
>>966241

https://wiki.teamfortress.com/w/images/1/10/Medic_sf13_magic_reac01.wav?t=20131030164958

>>966128
Ok, well we really can't do anything about this. Not yet at least. Give it a bit until she's finished murder-torturing them and then see if there is any point to this besides sadism and intimidation. If we wanted to we could lock out our emotional registers and just tank through watching it ourselves, but lets save that for more immediate threats. We already know what's going to happen, no need to watch it in full 1080p.

>>966241
Cut that out, people already thing this quest is you talking to yourself, don't give them even more fuel.

>>966255
And you let her. Once you know what's going on, the rest becomes pure masochism. You let
the muffled sounds pass you by and your mind even tries to give them funny meanings, a
slight spasm of denial trying to save from things being what they are.

Light rushes though your eyes as the black veil moves, and it's still white. You look at the
screen; behind White's wide grin, it seems hornmothers are clumsily eating from the floor.

"Denizens of the Second, all of you: this is how you are fed!" Your mind follows White's echo
towards the city, where it's sunk in screams and commotion. "The food you eat is taken from
someone else's mouth. Someone who worked for it. Someone who bled for it." White's grin
fades, as the camera follows her around. "The himehorn faction of which I am Leader has
been under siege, for your sake, for two months by your troops. We claimed a new city
as our own, the same way your Leaders did countless times before- and now they come to
take it by force. Denizens of the Second; this is how you are fed." White stops. All
seriousness vanishes as she tilts a finger towards the camera, which is tilted to the side.
She does it, again; the camera slightly shakes left and right. White then pushes the camera
back while she grumbles, failing to cover the whole picture with her black hands. As she takes
them off and takes some steps backwards, you get to see her whole body. Her massive,
laberinth-like white robe has been replaced-by an even more massive, more labyrinth-like
white robe with even more patterns, that instead of covering her Arma features is now
behind the odd mechanic gizmos.

Then she steps aside, and you remember how tall she is. Because now, in front of the
cameras, there are three, no four, no-six! whole rows of shaking beings tied on chairs, some
being humans, some Fakes, and some from the last races of the North, all wearing the
Second's red and black uniform.

"This time, however," White finally resumes, then the camera faces her, "that force will
damage you as well." White closes her eyes, and as she opens them, your hands start
shaking. "These soldiers behind me, these scavengers and murderers, they are here
because of YOU. Of YOU, who live a peaceful life at the expense of others. I have one
demand from you, only one; that your Leaders dispose of your Void devices in a public act.
Should my conditions not be met... then we shall drown with them." White points behind her, not
looking back.

The screens go black.

>>966369

...
Well.
No matter how you look at things, the Second will have to act in SOME way now.

And it all depends on the citizens.
Furthermore, I do not think that this will not be resolved...
Without at least some casualties.

So, check Vaal, Trash, maybe population on reactions?
It might take a while, they will probably have to process what they just experienced.
... Which we might probably do too, come to think of it.

>>966369
"Void devices?" Does Trash look like she knows anything about what that is?

This is not exactly going to be good for morale, and very not good for the peace of the area. Or maybe not, and maybe the people of the second don't care as long as they can get food. Either way we should probably get our crew together ASAP and get out of here. Good thing we already stockpiled some food, and it's time I stopped snacking. Trash and Vaal too likely.

Looks like rough times ahead, but no one ever said happy endings where cheap.

"Void devices?"

You notice yourself still staring at the black screen, your mind lost between the darkness
and the sounds below.

A peaceful voice brings you back: "OH GOD WHAT THE FUCK," It's Trash, her voice as
calm as water flowing through small rocks, "OH GOD THAT HAPPENED, ok that was a thing."
She stops, as in, freezes; as if only the time around her stopped. Then, a single word is
heard: "Captain." And she storms towards the gate.

"Wait!" It's Vaal's voice, and suddenly you are being princess-carried towards the door with
the stairs. "Wait for meee!" You cringe as Vaal runs down the stairs, following Trash, and you
feel this oddly familiar. You close your eyes and hope nothing hits you in the head, as the wind
pushes your hair back jump after jump. "Sorry!" you hear Vaal saying.

You are now in the garage under the building, and you glance at Trash jumping at what
seems like a hovercraft but with wheels. "NO TIME, GET FUCK UP", and soon Vaal is
carefully dropping you behind Trash, before sitting herself behind you. You almost bury
yourself in her as the "wheelcraft" is forced forward with brutal force, and now you are on
the streets.

As you glance to the sides, you realize you never saw so many people on the streets at
once; there's yelling, there's talking, some people are crying and yet some are laughing
out loud. It all goes across in a flash, and you notice that Vaal is grabbing both your hands
and using them to wrap you around Trash.

"What's a Void device?" You manage to ask, yelling a bit against the awful wind.

"Ever heard of atomic bombs?" A voice replies to you from behind. "If you didn't, it's something
very dangerous!"

"That retard is gonna get her ass nuked, what the FUCK is she thinking?"

"Where are we going?" You ask as Trash takes a brutal turn in a corner.

"Captain!" It's like her voice is washing over your face. "They are going after the
himehorns!"

----------------------------=o!---------------------------

Trash finally stops, and Vaal nearly falls from behind you. The templar jumps from her seat at
once and rushes towards a particular door, ovallic and cyan.

In front of it, there's a haremhorn in what seems like a black, ceremonial robe.

It's Captain. Before you arrive, behind Vaal Trash is already yelling at her.

"I don't fucking care and I'm dead fucking sure he told you the same thing! STAY!" the
haremhorn's words are lost as the templar turns from her. "Vaal, let's go! No time to waste!
Roomba you stay with her, our hornmother is safe home with the What."

"Wait- what's going on?!" your question banished in the wind as Trash rushed towards
her hoverthing and suddenly Vaal was lost in the darkness.

You feel a hand grabbing yours. Gently.

"Come with me." You let Captain drag you towards the gate. It opens.

Stupid Twitter sitting on its ass for two hours made me miss the start.

There is no more sound, at all, anywhere. After you finish the first dark aisle, a clean white light
bathes the room up front. You gasp, as you feel grass clenching under your feet. As you look
around the wide room, you notice the tall stones covering the sides of the walls, the toys
laying around, the white paintings on the rocks... it's peaceful, beautiful, and eerily quiet.
Captain now slowly drags you towards a black curtain, she pushes it to the side and it really
feels like you are in a cave. A cave-library, to
be precise. She leaves you in front of a small
table and walks around it, sitting in front of you
as if in some sort of ritual. Another haremhorn
quickly rushes by your side and kneels next to
Captain until she shakes her head, then the
haremhorn leaves.

"Do not worry," Captain says, "they would never dare try knowing I'm here. My herd is
safeguarded, hidden in my secret chamber."

She stops, then silence falls on you like a blanket. What is going on?

>>966560

> My herd

So... the standard Himehorn procedure of conflict and breaking up?
Although that question isn't about her leadership, ay?

No, first questions would be "WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?" and "WHAT -IS- HAPPENING?", concluded with a "What is this place?" and "Why have your brought me here?"

Knowing what EXACTLY happened could help us understand why Captain is here, While batshit insane, and the Second forced to decide on either getting rid of their Nukes, or getting rid of their Nukes (By launching them at the Greathorn)

>>966560
"... Would someone please explain this all to me? Or am I not the only one who's really confused why everyone outside is panicking over a hostage situation when the other side has bombs and seemingly no morals holding them back from using them? I have to be missing something, and more than likely a lot of things... also can I hug you?"

>>966574
Also, is that actually White?

>>966600
99% confident she's an Arma, a rather ill tempered one at that.

>>966603
I'm more considering this a possible false-flag by the second. They've indicated troubles with the Greathorn. They might be setting something up for public support of Void weapon use or just old fashioned war and invasion, followed by genocide.

>>966618

Why suspect The Second?
I could think of PLENTY of other People who would love to see the horns being maximum overbullied.
As in Genocide.

>>966631
The second is already expressing problems with the Greathorn. There are others, but we're probably Shadowrunning too much.

"...Would someone please explain this all to me?" you ask, a bit dazzled over the sudden
change in athmosphere. "Or am I not the only one who's really confused why everyone
outside is panicking over a hostage situation when the other side has bombs and seemingly
no morals holding them back from using them? I have to be missing something, and more than
likely a lot of things... also can I hug you?"

"Here for you. I'll have to pass on the opportunity for now. I apologize." You deflate a
bit. Captain's reply came out calmly, with a hint of sadness. "I take you aren't aware of our
situation. You've been at the third floor up until recently... if I'm not mistaken?"

You nod. Her manner of speech takes you aback a little, considering how used you are to
the curses and yelling of the third floor.

"Himehorns" she starts, her voice wavering (but just slightly), "are looked down upon. Be it for
our manners, our ways, our habits, or that we used to eat humans, those are merely excuses
the Second has beset in order for their populace to loathe the Greathorn." Captain
pauses, then closes her eyes. "To them, we are dumb, unfit, bizarre, and even fetish material
as far as I know. Yet the truth remains- the Greathorn feeds itself, and that is food the
Second doesn't eat. The rest is excuses." Her eyes open. "White, it seems, has given our new
neighours a fair reason both to nuke the Greathorn and to murder my Herd on the
streets. And I cannot afford to go out and save them myself... because they know my Herd is
here, and I have to be here for them." While her voice is firm, it's sad, clearly sad. You have
heard sadness a few times before; yet this one comes without any kind of consideration.

She looks at you in the eyes, smiling faintly. A himehorn without a himecut is... kind of
unsettling, in a way. "White is a clever monster. She has a plan." She says, her small body
quiet behind the small table. "It just seems it didn't take me into account, or maybe it did..."

>>966671

...
What do we think White has planned?
What has Captain planned?
Have any of the sides counted in Leaders of other fractions, and maybe Leaderhorn?
Hey, she might return when the time is right!

As of now though, how does she want to save the Horned ones?

>>966671
"So this is all because some people don't like you guys? I suppose it makes sense how something like that could happen but there has to be some powerful people who are driving this level of violence... besides White now. Seeing all this makes me wonder how much longer Fakes have before something like this happens too..."

Well if she wont let us hug her, we'll just have to hug ourselves. Not nearly as comforting (or rewarding), but it's something.

>>966708

Do we have Pillows here?
We could hug those.

>>966708

"So this is all because some people don't like you guys? I suppose it makes sense how
something like that could happen but there have to be some powerful people who are driving
this level of violence... besides White now."

"You would be talking of the Second, then." Her faint smile upholds, yet her eyes slowly dwindle
down towards the table. "White was honest. The Second has, in itself, no methods for
harvesting the resources below. So they trade. And steal. The dwellers of the surface are their
only link with their food, and those have mouths of their own." She looks at you, meekly.
"I like to think that it is not because they do not like us; but because they are forced to do so.
The only way they could destroy the Greathorn without hating themselves is if we were
monsters, something different, something inferior- they need to believe that. I've been
fighting that belief ever since I came, by adapting my Herd to theirs, not by the rough
process the lone himehorns go through but, instead, by a slow transition from cave to city-
and we've been granted much more love than I expected... But perhaps not enough." she
freezes. "Maybe, it was not enough."

You look down yourself, then slowly wrap your own arms around you. Hugging yourself.
"Seeing all this makes me wonder how much longer Fakes have before something like this
happens too..."

Captain looks at you in silence. "Are you hugging yourself?"

You nod, almost pouting. She chuckles. Hard.

"And in such a grim situation... thank you." she manages another grim smile. "It's already
happening, unfortunately, in the First. I take you aren't aware of this, either?"

>>966789
Oh Hell! The First! I forgot about those nutjobs.

>>966789
"The program here have there to 'cure' hidden protocols? Or is there something else?"

On the subject of how thsi kind of things happens: "I think Humans and Hime's just need to communicate more, and get to know each other as different, but similar in alot of ways. Once a no-horn has gotten to know himehorns and how they work and the hime has gotten to know how humans work, they tend to get along pretty well right? Not perfectly, but at least tehy don't want to kill each other. But until they get to know himehorns on the level they might even say you're a friend, you guys are to them what no-horns are to you. And if they can avoid getting to know you they will, because what's familiar is far easier to choose than the unfamiliar. Like all of this politics is to me. But i would rather get involved in it and do something, anything, over sitting here doing nothing."

"The program here have there to 'cure' hidden protocols?" you ask, "Or is there something
else?"

Captain frowns her eyes a bit. "I take you mean "the program that they have there?"' You nod.
"I see." Captain nods as well. "It does prevent the hidden protocols from triggering. It's
concerning, however, how the Templars from the West House don't seem to mind the
downsides." She pauses, you tilt your head to the side. "They lose their personality.
Completely. They turn Fakes into... robots. Some subject themselves willingly." she sighs.
"I'd hate seeing that happening to you."

She pauses. You notice Captain's sight straying; maybe she's paying attention to the
outer walls and sounds, and for a second there you are worried. Her eyes go back to you, yet
she does not talk.

You opt for breaking the silence. "I think humans and himehorns just need to
communicate more, and get to know each other as different, but similar in a lot of ways."

"I happen to agree." Captain nods. There's a hint of elegance in every gesture she does. It's
appealing, given how himehorns tend to always be the exact opposite of that. Particularly
hornmothers. "Just a few days in here the feedback proved to be satisfying enough. It
was black and white- of course, given their culture- yet more white than I expected.
Nohorns willingly employing hornmothers, dealing with their fits and bad habits. The most
empathy came from the himehorns already established here- and who better than they to
deal with a hornmother learning to work?"

"Once a nohorn has gotten to know himehorns and how they work and the hime has gotten to
know how humans work, they tend to get along pretty well right?" You wait up her reply, yet she
opens a palm towards you from below. "Not perfectly, but at least they don't want to kill
each other. But until they get to know himehorns on the level they might even say
you're a friend, you guys are to them what nohorns are to you."

Captain smiles. "While I do agree, I would have to be excused from the assumption. I believe in
them. Ever since the Maeorus, I always did. I will still do, regardless of what happens
tonight." That last one... it came with some sad. "If only White had given us time... their gazes
were already shifting. That was our disagreement; her time below has left White
wary of nohorns, so she chose intimidation over appealing." Captain shakes her head and
horns. "And that is not what I chose."

"They will always pick the familiar over the unfamiliar. It's far easier." You point out. "If they
can avoid getting to know you, they will."

"Unless," Captain grins, almost sheepishly, "I don't give them a choice in the matter. They
cannot dream us monsters if we are near to prove them wrong."

The door is knocked, hard enough to startle you. Then it's knocked, again, in full strenght.

Captain stands. As far as you know, she's a force to be reckoned with.

(Cont!)

"Should they spot you by my side," the door banging gets louder, and now you /know/ it's
being kicked down, "whoever they are, they would assume you my ally. Roomba." She
looks straight at you. "Would you have that?"

BOOM. It's like the door is stopping a thunder.

"That would make you an enemy of the Second. An enemy of our Judges. Taking a
stand means making both friends and enemies-" BOOM "and I would not blame for
hiding this time. You have your own fight." BOOM. Captain walks past you, straight to the
door. Given her robe, it feels like she's hovering
instead of walking.

>>967069
We can't fight, and these people aren't likely to listen to reason, or at least any more likely to listen to Roomba than they are to Captain.

"I'm sorry I can't do anything to help you right now, I hope I'll get a chance to make up for that in the future but we aren't strong enough right now to be making enemies."

Hide. Hopefully Captain is as capable as we think she is. Keep our eyes shut but our ears open.

>>967222
We should run/hide.

shoulda done this last time. I still hate myself for that

Goodnight Everyone. I'll catch up tomorrow.

>>967222
Your voice struggles. "I'm sorry... I..." Captain lifts aside the black curtain and walks out, now
fairly away from the range of your voice. After it falls back in place you slightly tilt it aside and
watch as the haremhorn heads towards the thundering door.

As it starts to open, you quickly step to the left of the curtain and shut your eyes as you hide
behind the rocky wall.

Yet you don't shut your ears.

"Judge Zerhte." Captain's voice feels distant; not only because of the actual distance, and
yet you don't quite get it...

"...'Captain', was it?" The voice is dense, metallic, and so strong it feels like it's right next
to you. "Apologies in advance from Judge Difos. The fair lady could not come. I'm here in
her stead."

"Quite the coincidence." It's sharp. Captain's voice sounds almost like a demand. "It is not
polite to knock a door so hard, Judge."

"My apologies. I was far too eager to see you." You hear steps. Loud steps, like a bouncing
box full of gadgets. "An inspection is in order. You will have to-"

"On what-"

"Betrayal." The Judge's loud words cut Captain's off like a falling guillotine. "You will
comply with our investigation, and ease our doubts."

If there was anything like "hard silence", this quietness would fit those words the most. You
stand very, very still, as if any sound could be the matchstick that sets the woods on fire.

(Cont!)

One more loud step, and then more silence.

"I demand that Difos be the one to carry on the investigation." It's Captain's voice, in just a little
bit higher pitch.

"I'm afraid we have no time to waste, 'Captain'." the reply is deadpanned.

"This is himehorn territory. You are not allo-"

"This is the Second's territory. Yes. I am allowed. Move aside or face arrest. Your
choice, Capitan."

You never hear the rest of the haremhorn's retort as you are suddenly dragged away from
the door by what feels like a lot of small hands, as you thankfully didn't gasp too hard on reflex.
As the loud step get close and plenty, you let yourself be dragged by the himehorns and
soon enough a bookshelf is close in front of you. You turn around and lit your orange eyes
towards the darkness; haremhorn's, hornmothers, and sleeping smallhorns (you
assume they have been drugged) are doing the "shhh!" sign at you with, but since they are
doing it with the middle finger your first thought was something else.

And the steps get near. Close-by, by the second. Not two; ten or more, at once, and not
as heavy as the first ones. You turn off your eyes and turn around; you can see the room
across the small gaps of some books. Clearly, this hiding spot is improvized...

(Cont!)

Then you see them. It's the same uniform from White's video, red and black, dimly lit by the
torches on the walls. They scour the library and move things. Their heads hidden by techy
looking helmets, that spawn three long green eyes. Most of seem human, yet some move in
a fashion you could easily recognize anywhere; your own. You notice them placing objects on
the floor and tables. Yet as they take out the cameras, you hide among the himehorns,
afraid that the rain of flashes could give you away. It's dark. Shaking among the mass of
white bodies you can't help but hug something, as things outside keep on moving back and
forth.

Finally, sounds and flashes cease to be. Yet you don't move and they don't move, and as
you lit your eyes again you find yourself very close to a very orange face with black eyes and
small black horns, as a haremhorn scowls at you from behind.

The bookshelf is forced aside.

And your grip tightens as, not a small, but a tall shadow with a massive head looms over you.

>>968971
Well fuck. I really hope it wasn't my looking around that got us caught. No idea of the layout of the place, running would only cause more trouble, I guess all we can do is wait and see what happens, and pray Trash or Vaal shows up to save our bacon.

>>969435

Hey.
Hey, I got an idea!
Remember Apocalypse-no-horn?
We acted like a total retard.

Now I got a good idea, because of that.
Can we apply ragdoll mode?
Can we shut down most of our functions, so we appear as if we were not active?

Any way at all to make sure we don't get caught as a person, but rather found as an object?
... On the other hand, there would certainly be a problem related to why a Fake is in Himehorn-territory.
... buuuut, if captain is smart and creative enough...
"Look. This fake has horns. It's here so they learn being around with no-horns."
Some shit like that, I don't know.

Just ask yourself this.

Would we rather be caught as an active Fake, or found as a non-active one?

>>969435

Well, fuck; you weren't ready for this. And there's no much point in making a run for it; you
are slow, and you are pretty much blocked by that big shadow.

So you close your eyes shut and brace. And pray, for your elder gods, Trashalka and
Vaalalalka, to help you in this time of need.

...Yet unlike you, the himehorns are peacefully moving at the sides of the big thing, except for
the one hornmother you are hugging like a raft in the seas. On a whim, you turn on your
orange eyes and look straight into the darkness.

It's the White Walker.

"Y'all niggas be comfy an that, but I gotta close this shit someday." You slowly release your
grasp from the hornmother, who's suddenly princess-carried by a haremhorn who glares at
you as she leaves. "C'mon c'mon, gette fuck out."

You help yourself up and walk under his arm, as if it was a portal to a magical realm where
people are too smoked up to ever dream of fighting. Then the White Walker gently places a
hand in your back and leads you towards the main entrance as you both walk, as the
himehorns stay in the big room outside the library.

------------------------------:O!------------------------

Himehorns walk past you towards the "cave" as you reach near the entrance. Given their
clothes, you'd have a hard time telling them apart from humans weren't for the horns and
size, and as you reach outside there are even more of them near Captain and Vaal.
Everybody is talking among themselves, and while it's a big crowd indeed it's not massive.
To you, it feels like the start of a party...

Vaal turns to you and gasps exagerately. "Oh, you found my Roomba! Thank you!" You look
at her left; Captain is talking to the crowd of himehorns, and she seems very serious. It's a
bit intimidating. "Roomba." You turn to Vaal. "Are you ok? You didn't see anything too ugly,
did you?" The blonde seems worried.

>>969575

>>Can we apply ragdoll mode?
Can we shut down most of our functions, so we appear as if we were not active?

Totally! Fakes can choose when to hear, see or feel. Much like ears, however, their sensors are vulnerable to very loud noises. Same with the eyes and feelings. Fakes have quite a number of pointless weaknesses in order to resemble humans more closely, and the only way they have around them is to shut down entire parts of themselves.

Still, guess it's too late to try now.

Also, that Hex Maniac quest is pretty nice, don't you think? :D

>>969620
"I-i was kinda worried, OK really worried, with how things where going there, but I'm fine. I've gotten a bit used to seeing things like with White... Wouldn't say no to a hug though. What happened anyways?"

Showing vulnerability is a good way to get people to let down their guards a bit themselves. We don't need to show off our ability to lock out our emotions right now, though I feel like Captain might think us weak for it.

>>969624
Hex maniac quest is maximum comfy and I love it.

>>969687
"I-I was kinda worried," you stutter, looking around nervously, "OK really worried, with how
things where going there, but I'm fine. I've gotten a bit used to seeing things like with
White..."

You notice some sweat making its way across her face as she does this little grin at you. "No,
you haven't." She shakes her head. "And that's ok. Ok, Roomba?"

You nod at her. All around, you notice himehorns coming from every place, some
young, some scared, some crying, all with someone else. Some have weapons at hand,
even though the Second bans the possesion or portability. Most are always left at the customs
until departure.

"Wouldn't say no to a hug though." you blurt out, more to yourself than to anyone else. Yet
the universe soon retorts in the form of Vaal flinging herself at you, almost kneeling as she
hugs you tightly against her.

"That's what I like to hear...!" A soft voice says in your ear, as you stare at the conmotion.

"What happened anyways?" you ask, looking at the golden mass of hair.

She pushes you back slowly, facing you. "White. The people went out to kill himehorns
in retaliation to her message, and the Second's military is doing nothing about it. We went out
looking for everyone we could find, we brought them here as fast as we could. Some are still
missing."

You look over her shoulder towards the crowd and shake your head dismissively. While most
look sad and cold as ice, some hornmothers and haremhorn just stay there with a cold stare
as the rest talk and gesture.

"Even the herdless himehorns were targetted, the ones that have been here the longest. It's
awful." Vaal looks down with a cold grin as she says so. "A lot were saved by their employers
and friends, who had to fight their way to get them here." You get startled by a wave of
screams, both you and Vaal look at the gathering. Nothing happens, after a while. The
blonde stands, a whole head above you in size. "We are still waiting for some to return. Trash
should be here soon."

You notice the White Walker was long gone and is now next to Captain, talking to her on
their own.

>>969752
"There's no way the great horn will take them back in as long as White is in charge, she couldn't risk spies or saboteurs coming in. They can't stay here, not safely at least. Is there anywhere they can go? Or is it simply going to come down to who survives?"

Take a look around the room, about how big is it? Relative to The Friend. I think we might need to pull a "Roomba's List" here. Honestly, how are they keeping this cave going anyways? Witch magic? I can't imagine them being able to afford all the water needed for grass like this

>>969828

You are outside, at the streets of the Second. xO

You went past the main entrance!

>>969838
Ah, my bad, got mixed up in direction.

The questions still apply though. I guess keep an eye on how many 'horns are coming in. If they're gathering like this then I assume Captain has a plan, but if not then we should be thinking of ways to get them to safety. Never hurts to have backup plans.

Also add in: "Aren't they worried that people will see this and attack them with something big while they're all in one spot?"

>>969950

You watch the two talk, the White Walker comically bending forward as the haremhorn
forces her neck. He's almost twice as tall her size, wearing the same white robe as before.
"There's no way the Greathorn will take them back in as long as White is in charge." You
state blankly, as Captain shakes her head at the distance. "She couldn't risk spies or
saboteurs coming in. They can't stay here, not safely at least." You look at Vaal, not turning
fully. "Is there anywhere they can go? Or is it simply going to come down to who survives?"

"Sweetheart, I think my guess is as good as yours. Oh, but not for long." It seems Captain
noticed your stare and is now walking towards you, leaving the gathering of horns and tall
people. On reflex, you glance up towards the small towers and their windows, wondering if it
is over yet.

They are clouded by a massive afro, like an eldritch sun that's over a cracked face with
sunglasses and big lips. Yet the words don't come from there. "Miss Vaal, has she returned
yet?" says the haremhorn in ceremonial robes.

"She shouldn't be long." Vaal doesn't smile, yet she speaks almost eagerly. You look around
you; the crowd is slowly getting bigger and it's all over the street, right in the middle of a three-way
intersection, one is cut by Captain's block. "Roomba." It's Vaal's voice, you turn to Captain
face Captain. "We were wondering if you had a plan. Roomba thinks it's not safe here."

"It is not safe anywhere anymore." Captain looks at you. "We will stay. And we will not
answer. Being kind and happy will be our way of revenge. Kind Fake, look around you; look at
all those who came in our aid." You do, again; himehorns slowly keep on coming in vehicles
that start piling at all sides. "Do not concern yourself with us." This time it's Captain that
brings you back. "I take you have enough concerns of your own, don't you?"

Vaal smiles, and pats your head. "She does."

"I am aware of the interviews." Captain kicks the White Walker in the leg, who turns towards
her, then to you. "This man has been with me at my darkest in the Maerous, I highly
recommend him. We've been acquitances for a long time now."

"Y'all bitches hear the Cap'n."

"White has failed. This event has only shown how far we got." She looks at you, then Captain
finally smiles at you. "Focus on your Support Center, Roomba. The world is going to need it."

>>970053
Relief. And something almost comfy. ahhhh

Walker's stock rose in my book for this.

>>970053
"We'll do our best Captain! It seems like we don't have any more time to spend waiting. The sooner we can break free from the second's influence and get ourselves established as a neutral faction the better for everyone. All we need now is the crew, and barring any more missed variables, that should be decided soon... Speaking of soon, just what is Trash doing that has her arriving behind everyone else like this?"

>>970073
We already established that he's probably the single most altruistic person we've interviewed, we still need to quantify his skills more than "I'm good at everything"

>>970104

"We'll do our best Captain!" You do your very best to beam up despite the slight sobbings
and dark mood. "It seems like we don't have any more time to spend waiting. The sooner we can
break free from the Second's influence and get ourselves established as a neutral faction the
better for everyone."

"Especially for White." Vaal points out, somewhat bitterly. "The Second's big guys
won't argue for long, and she is going to have to swallow the Support Center if she
expects anyone on the surface to give a damn about her."

"Let us hope that is the case," Captain says. "Hate and fear tend to cloud judgment, and
our current Faction Leader seems fond of both."

"All we need now is the crew," you think out loud, "and barring any more missed variables,
that should be decided so-"

CRASH

Smoke. All heads turn in the same direction, Vaal quickly catches up and raises you over
her back. Its towards a long, yellow bus wrecked against a pawn shop right in a corner,
all it's windows broken as it's surrounded by shattered glass. Whatever manner of weapons
the crowd has, most are now pointed at its doors, both facing your side.

They open.

A single person, drenched in blood in gore, walks down the bus. It doesn't look up, as
blood slowly drips across its hands. Your eyes widen wildly as a small stampede of himehorns
rush from behind it, from the bus, and soon meld with the rest of the crowd. As they do, the
bloody figure lingers still.

"Pretty please don't fucking shoot me." It's a foul modded voice you'd recognize anywhere
by now. As Trash calmly walks towards you, most everyone just steps aside in silence. Then
whispers turn into rumbling, as the templar finally looks at you from below. "It was subtle."
And that's all she says.

(Cont!)

"I've been thinking," Trash says, now in a black top tank as she cleans her face with her yellow
now red hoodie, "that the most fucked-up thing about all of this is how that crazy video made it
all the way up here in the Second. That kind of shit," she pauses to shake the hoodie over her
messy hair, as both Vaal and you (now standing) stare at her in awe, while Captain's
eyes switch between her and the bus, "doesn't happen. Seriously. Fucks up there are control
freaks, this ain't right."

"What the hell happened?!" Vaal blurts out, almost excitedly, her hands shaking.

"A whole Tarantino movie. That's what." Trash ties her hoodie from behind her waist. "Guy
had a lot of himmies working for cheap. Lured them by saying he was making a herd, they
couldn't resist, they wanted to belong. He fucked them sometimes. People knew. Guy did
his best to help despite being a cheap-ass psycho. Died helping. Won good time." Trash
yawns. "Fucking White. What about you guys?"

"Oh, I left a few corpses of my own." Vaal giggles, then her face goes all serious at once.

"Thank you." Captain's mouth barely moved, yet she goes ahead and hugs Trash's belly at
full strength. "T-THANK YOU SO MUCH...!" you hear from Trash's stomach. Drops of blood
are dirtying her black hair... while Trash looks at Vaal, and you can /feel/ the slight
desperation.

"Cap- Captain. Hey, get your shit together, I'm not good at-"

Sobbings. And you were trying to hide your weakness.

>>970365
Captain in distress!

Deploy headpats and hugs!
Do we have any snacks we can over her?
Do we have snacks for everyone?
How long will it take for happy snacks?

>>970376
Also, I'm gonna crash out for the night.

Goodnight everyone. Thanks for running, Haremhorn.

>>970376

>Do we have snacks for everyone?
W-well, that's a lot of horns there... and consider that half must be hornmothers. And in distress. So, unless you count the rest of the Second as snacks...

>>970365
Give Trash a questioning look, as if you say "you you like me to do something about her?" and when she almost certainly agrees to it go over to Cap and gently place a hand between her shoulder blades and wait for a gap in her sobs to tell her "Alright, the best way you can thank Trash right now is to let her get cleaned up before all of that dries up. That offer of a hug still stands you know <3 I'm glad Trash went through all of that too, it makes me that much more confidant in my decision to hire her"

And basically do our best harem-horn impression in coaxing her off of Trash (well the best we can do without snacks handy) We may need to wash some transferred blood off of our uniform, but it'll be worth it.

Unless a jealous haremhorn shanks me... then not so much.

>>969624
Planchet was my invention

>>970365
Daaw.

>>971274

And then I noticed
> fucked them sometimes

... as long as it wasn't hornmothers, I guess we can call him as sick fuck.
If it WAS hornmothers... well, I just remember something about eggs breaking, causing infections, dieing...

>>970516
Finally, the templar's darting eyes rest on you, who serenely tilts her head to the side as you
open a palm towards the haremhorn, almost fancily. The templar nods frantically between
the sobs and, gently, you place a hand in Captain's back.

"Alright." You start, to seemingly no avail. "The best way you can thank Trash right now is to let
her get cleaned up before all of that dries up." Correction, completely to no avail. You tilt your
head again, almost glowering. "That offer of a hug still stands, you know!" And your smile is
lost in the waterfall of bawling, as you shake your head at Trash and she gestures wildly
with her silent lips. Fortunately for the heretic, it's over before the blood dries up. Captain
slowly pushes herself away and composes herself in silence, her black eyes fixed on the
floor.

"I'm glad Trash went through all of that too," you say, as you pat the haremhorn's shoulder
without rejection. "It makes me that much more confident in my decision to hire her."

Vaal nods, firmly. "She's a great bonus."

"A what?" Trash asks.

"For picking me," Vaal adds, almost surprised.

Trash sighs. "Worst timing for a joke. Let's bail, this shit is sticky." She starts walking away, not
giving another word.

You give Captain a final pat in the back, and after the haremhorn nods, you follow Trash and
Vaal.

(Cont!)

The Second's ceiling feels both close and far, and you fail to tell the distance between it and
the small buildings looming over you. As you leave behind the himehorn's block the city is
deserted, as if everyone has gone to sleep. Yet, some shops are open, even as the big
black screens above remain black.

It doesn't take you long to catch up to them and walk next to Vaal.

"Bloody crap," says Trash, mostly to herself, "I spent my life breaking arms, I never had time
to get good at this!"

The older blonde puffs her cheeks. "I'm good at both, so you've got NO excuse. Right,
Roomba?"

"I think Trash is kind in her own brutal way." You bend forward to smile at the templar, who
just glances at you. Then you "hmm", on impulse. "Aren't they worried that people will
see this and attack them with something big while they're all in one spot?"

It's Trash that answers, as you three take a turn in a corner. In front of you, there's nothing but
silence and the absence of wind. "Captain is Horny levels of oh god what the fuck." She
states, clearly. "They wouldn't dare give her a good reason to slaughter them all, which
means they are pretty smart." Trash yawns. "Why else did you think they can't throw em all
out, like those pirates with the long plank?"

You blink and "hmm" yet again. "Then why did they let the himehorns inside the Second?"

"Didn't she told you?" Trash says, after kicking an empty can. "Ado. He made the whole deal
with the other Judge, Difos."

"Who is gonna be pretty pissy about the whole thing. Soon enough." Vaal stated the last words
clearly eagerly, which would send a shiver down your spine weren't you a Fake. "Also
what are we doing? Where's your bike?"

"Buried in someone's chest." Trash deadpans. "Let's walk. It's healthy. Whoever the fuck got
that video broadcasted, it wants an all-out war."

"Our dear Faction Leader must be being manipulated," Vaal adds.

(Cont!)

>>971416

"What were you doing all this time, by the way?" Trash asks.

You wait up Vaal's answer, until you realize the question was meant for you. By now there are
more people on the Second's Garden fancy streets, but it seems each is on its own world. "I
was stuck behind a bookshelf with some himehorns. I think a haremhorn wanted to bite
me because I hugged a hornmother."

"When the Judge came, right?" Trash looks at Vaal, who nods at her. "Can't make calls
without power, not even with all your 'Toastyness'."

"You mean 'kindness'." Vaal states, resting a hand over your shoulder.

"Don't worry." Trash says, as you three walk under a broken lamplight. "We'll fix that soon."

The rest of the walk is mostly in silence, with the occasional Vaal thing. At some point, you
remember the headset weighing down on your neck, and wear the dense black thing behind
your white horns.

"Nielly?" you ask. Yet, not even the static replies.

Uh. It seems her AI runs on batteries.

In the end, most of the missing himehorns were hidden by their employers and friends, in their
houses and locals.

Some of them ended up the day after at Captain's house, even from the most civil,
which is now heavily guarded and is currently being expanded.

Some never showed up.

-------------------------------------------------------

>>971446
"Can't make any calls without power" is certainly true, sometimes you really need someone line Vaal or Trash handy to get people to reconsider violence as a solution, when morality and empathy are lacking in whoever is attacking you.

We need to get those tests going ASAP, if Trash says Captain is a one hime death machine I'll take her word for it that the horns are safe for now. I can still see them pulling some nasty tricks politically, but at least they have one judge on their side.

There's one thing I'm missing from this Roomba that maid RPG Roomba had and I'm beginning to think it might be a good idea to work towards: a nearly omnipresent surveillance network. The thing is that it would need to be mobile so we could watch certain areas as needed to prevent trouble but that'll be tricky. I could at least get The Friend set up properly though. Not knowing everything that happens on my own ship would just be embarrassing. Unless it already came with microphones and cameras everywhere?

Also how long has it been since we last recharged Nielly? I figured she would be waiting in low power mode of she wasn't planning to jump into any conversations

>>971729
Not too long, actually, but it seems the headset is pretty inneficient when it comes to power output, moreso given that Nielly is made to eat a lot of energy.

Cameras and surveillance are a go. At least in the Friend.

Tests incoming, then? Any reconsideration about the order?

>>971750
Not really, we might be able to do the written parts all at once to save time but otherwise besides the disclaimers on the more troubling questions it shouldn't matter what order they go in.

>>971769
Forgot my trip, but seems you've recognized my writing style.

>>971778
Also the little purple label next to your name. :D

Then Roomba will go with your older order, which means Vaal, and then Atma.

For now, merry christmas! =w=

>>971784
Weird, usually my cellphone has a different ID. Merry Christmas to you too! I take it that's it for this thread then?

>>971792
That's it.

>>971808
Thanks for running. Happy Herdmas!

Make sure everyone has some comfy for the Herd!

>>971814
Oh, we are not celebrating.

But you should! Have fun!

>>971824

Have my condolences.
Hornmothers certainly enjoy this time of the year.
Like, 200% more than anyone else.
Means a lot more work for the Haremhorns, ay?

>>971925
They enjoy every time of the year. That's our job, after all.

And today is nothing special, nanana.

>>971943

Omake: What's the what?

Life in the Red Disaster is strange because the Red Disaster is a sunken ship that came back... and is full of... those things. Yes, it was a Whats.

The Arma know as "Cat" likes it. She has been reading stuff about who she used to be, even watching the videos... she was a Captain of a crazy ship full of Mad Science, when the ship inevitably blew up it was death or death by becoming an Arma.

And then... stuff happened and Red Disaster adopted her.

Maybe it was the bonds forged in battle, maybe it was because she had cat ears and a cat tail, thank you mad science, but the Red Disaster liked her.

Who was she kidding? It was because she was a catgirl, the Red Disaster was basically a cat lover and she shared the room given to her with six cats.

Then the siren of the ship sounded and the ship's spawnlings got nervous yet did their job to load the weapons. That meant an Anything because the Red Disaster could usually take out Hands by itself. It was to be expected since the ship was so damn big because it used to hold the biggest Pulsar Sniper Rifle ever made and the thing... thankfully didn't work anymore. Not that it had done shit to the Anything that had indirectly caused the ship to be sunk in the first place anyway.

Then she heard a familiar humming sound, it sounded like the Pulsar Sniper Rifle seen in that video yet... not. How it was working? No, it wasn't a Pulsar weapon anymore... it was...

The weapon shot and she saw stars, cartoon like stars yelling happily as the hit the Anything and... hurt it?

Her mind would have broken if she was still a human turned catgirl, she knew. As it was she just watched with child like wonder as other smaller Whats joined the fight, their weapons no less ridiculous yet effective... was that a giant rubber chicken?

AN: Either Cat's mind is not all there and she sees things or whats weapons are really weird, probably both.

>>969624
>>969687

By the by you guys, why not follow them on Twitter? If you guys follow em, they will probably get more recognition.

>>972119

I liked this one way more than last one. You do have quite a thing with cat girls, it seems. Too bad the Red disaster used to kill Armas to, that's mean. D:

>>972205
Sure! Which is it?

>>972501
@Mynameismimikyu

I also recall asking them to do an Ask, so they did.