>>1478541
> [ZEN] Get some sunshine fist practice in

>>1478541
>[ZEN] Get some sunshine fist practice in

>>1478557
>>1478625
Giving it fifteen more minutes then writing with this if no other votes.

>>1478541

> [ZEN] Get some sunshine fist practice in

Allo. We're writing!

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>>1478557
>>1478625
>>1478707

With a clap of your hands dust and moss shakes off your palms into the paving of the road, “I think we’re done Verde. Even I could fit the wagons through that hole.” You say, “Need anything else? I’m probably going to do some exercises in case we need to fight.”
“Fine. I’ll continue keeping an eye on things, then.” She doesn’t sound angry, but...

“It’s not like I’m going anywhere.” You grumble.

But you need to let it go, you’re on the same team.

With an exhalation you roll up your sleeves and bbends your arms slightly. Sliding your feet shoulder width apart, your clench your fists and turns them palm upwards at waist height.

Inhaling, you turn to the side and crouch; offering a hand up to the sun and the other strikes out at a right angle in a sharp jab. Following up on it, you lash out with palm strikes and begin stretching and limbering up your body for a hard day ahead, Zen begins to wash over you; enveloping you in a slight glow that falters as you realize you don’t know where Luc is.

[Perspective Switch Imminent]

>>1478883
MIRANDA

Huh. Turns out when she’s focused, girl’s quick. Her shots are precise, very little wasted movement, very little shaking or stuttering. But then, you suppose that’s everyone- yourself included. It’s a lot easier to be calm and collected and centered when there’s not something actively trying to hit you back. Still, can’t really take away from the form. You’re not quite certain what style that is- seems to be some fusion of hard and soft styles- very rigid footwork and stances, but she’s moving her upper body very fluidly, like it’s practically on a swivel. It’s impressive stuff- keeping balance like that and only moving the specific parts of the body she wants.

The glow she begins to emit is curious- you’ve seen it before, but you weren’t under the impression it was a regular thing. It starts to blink out a bit, however, and you can see her frown briefly, and her eyes open a bit wider than the contented half-lid that she was beginning to express as you see her glance in a couple directions, briefly. “Something wrong?”

“Just...wondering where Luc is.” The glow is pretty much gone at this point.

You shrug. “He was out with me for a bit while you had your fun. We talked, then I sent him to bed.”

“He left out some breakfast this morning but… well, Switchwick slept over so he probably made himself scarce.” Hm. Is the lady really that scary? Never came off that way to you.

“Well, we’ll yell for him before we start moving again.” He seemed sensible enough to not go wandering around on his own- and even if he did, kid at least had a gun and knew basically how to use it.

“Mmm…” she doesn’t say anything, but returns to her form practice- the glow is more subtle, but still there.

>Ask about her form. For someone so ‘young’, she seems to have a knack for it.
>Go look for Switchwick and see if they’re ready for the day.
>Eh. She might have an idea there. Try some shadowboxing yourself or something.
>Other

>>1478891

>Go look for Switchwick and see if they’re ready for the day.

>>1478891
>Go look for Switchwick and see if they’re ready for the day.

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>>1478932
>>1478905

Calling.

> TFW you were using wrong trip.

>>1478891
>>Eh. She might have an idea there. Try some shadowboxing yourself or something.

>>1478891
MIRANDA

Ngh. Well, as long as she’s occupied in doing something, you’ll go ahead to see what’s going on with Switchwick. Maybe you can get some more info out of her and finally get this whole caravan going again. Feels like you’ve been on the road for longer than you have, really. “I’ll be back. I’m going to see if the lady’s up and ready to leave. Longer we sit still, higher the chances that THING tries us again.”

“If it’s still able to come back.” She replies amidst a flurry of punches. She exhales after; seems like the breathing is important. “It might not even have a body anymore.”

You give a light snort- not of derision, but more of wishful thinking. “I wouldn’t personally say that means much.” With that, you head off towards the other carriage.

cont. (Perspective Switch.)

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>>1479400

PURPS

Well, Verde is being the dutiful professional as ever. You suppose when this is your living, it becomes kind of essential to be paranoid about it. This whole thing stinks to you; every time you’ve fought, it’s been someone with an actual grievance against you - or for a cause you deemed just enough that you should try to care about.

This time, your muscle being sold to the highest bidder? Not sure you like it. Partly the reason you decided to get Hona’s new eye at the Academy instead of a tech eye at the capital. So even though you hope these girls get out of this unscathed beyond the trauma already inflicted, that fire in your belly isn’t there until you’re face to face with these things…

At least that’s how it feels right now. And when you’re in [ZEN] you’ve tended to be more accurate about the state of your barren emotional landscape.

...Wait a minute, Verde is going to see Switchwick naked; in your communal area, draped around Lexington like some kind of birdperson hooker.

Today is shaping up to be a good day.

> [DETERMINATION] Go to rehearsals. Whatever happens is on her.

> [WORRY] Find Luc. Just in case.

> [CURIOSITY] Catch up to Verde- this is going to be great.

> Write-In

>>1479405
>[WORRY] Find Luc. Just in case.

>>1479405
>> [WORRY] Find Luc. Just in case.

>>1479405
>> [WORRY] Find Luc. Just in case.
just how much of a man is Lexington that he can bang the boss siren and not die
thats some harty old man

MIRANDA

Alright, let’s see here...she said Switchwick had slept over, so she’s probably still in or around the other wagon. Just need to get her up and at it, so hopefully she’s a morning person and you won’t have to do any particular wheedling. As you approach the wagon, you see Purps’ girlfriend casually hanging out around the back with a look like she’s trying to put something out of her mind. Eh, something to come back to. You have business to attend.

Things that are bigger on the inside than they are on the outside was never something you really got used to- even back home. It just kinda makes your head rattle in a bad way. Still you’re used to it enough that you can ignore it for the most part as you step in- the key is always to not look back when you close the door. That’s the worst of it.

Lesse, they’re not in the living room...ah, there’s a noise coming from what you think is the kitchen. Might be getting some food.

“Excuse me-” you make your way into the area- only to see two people turn around in utter shock.

Switchwick...is a lot curvier than you’d have guessed. Her clothes don’t do her justice.

And the Lexington guy is pretty ripped, if you’re being honest.

There’s a brief silence as you and they stare at each other, and you do your damndest to stop a blush from forming. You’re no prude!

...But this was still damned awkward. You take a breath, and lock eyes with Switchwick. “Just checking in, ma’am. Wanted to inform you that the road’s been cleared and we’re prepared to get back on track as soon as you are. There’s also some things I’d like to discuss with you later. I’ll be taking my leave now.” You find it in you to glance over at Lexington and give a slight, respectful nod. “Sir.”

And you promptly turn and power walk out of there as fast as possible.

When you get out, you notice blonde girl looking at you with a shit-eating grin. “Ratzer interesting sight to vake up to, don’t you think?”

“Can it, you. Not much room to talk there.” She just snickers and hops along her way, and you’re left to sigh. Maybe you’ll head back to the sirens, make sure they’re good to go…

Suddenly the door bursts open- you’re quick to avert your eyes to prevent your brain from breaking a bit- and Switchwick steps quickly out of the carriage- in a long robe, at least. There’s still plenty of...flesh and feathers present, but it’s something less...blatant, at least. You can hear laughing further back, too. “Oh, dear, terribly sorry about that little...display. But I assure you, I’m available!”

Hm. She still smelled a bit.

> “Why aren’t you with the girls right now?” You might know, but you don’t KNOW.
> “Do you want us to just get going now, then?”
> “I’m not certain if that’s a reasonable use of time right now…”
> Other

>>1479679
>> “Do you want us to just get going now, then?”

>>1479679
>> “Do you want us to just get going now, then?”

>>1479746
>>1479700

Writing

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>>1479746
>>1479700

PURPS

You come to a stop at the peak of one of the taller trees- the forest thickens a little more and then thins out up ahead. He probably wouldn’t have went this far, and you’ve been looking for fifteen minutes. There’s no way -

Gunshots. Rifle.

Your head snaps ‘round, and you immediately race towards the sound, throwing up your lantern for the extra oomph it gives you. [FEAR] pulses through your body, hands shaking and heart pounding as the branches fly by. In your haste and desperation you even crash through some; sending birds flying in your wake.

Like a miniature storm you crash through one particularly thick trunk and land on grass, approximately where Luc’s gunfire sounded.

He is bloody. Nose burst and some blood running from his eye too. You charge towards him expecting to find someone actively assaulting your shaky legged little companion - but instead you simply see empty shells and not a mark on him.

“Luc, Luc!” You click your fingers in front of his eyes, “Are you okay, speak to me!”

“M’fine.” He slurs, swaying slightly. “Training.”

Your lantern extinguishes with a sound like a whirring turbine, a slight Vwhoo as the purple light bursts away into nothingness. He does look how he does with overuse of hi enigma, but to such a degree? His eyes are fucking bleeding.

He’d have to have been out here for hours and why the sudden shooting?

> [WORRY] Luc, I’m going to get you looked at.

> [CURIOSITY] Tell me how you were training?

> [DETERMINATION] Knock him out and hurry back.

> [FEAR] Make sure nothing is around

> Write-In

>>1480091
>> [FEAR] Make sure nothing is around

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You're in Handler's hands now. I must disapear until Monday.

Have daughteru image.

>>1480230
Dragons a shit!
A SHIT!

>>1480091
>[FEAR] Make sure nothing is around

>>1480091

> [WORRY] Luc, I’m going to get you looked at.

>>1480091
>> [WORRY] Luc, I’m going to get you looked at.

>>1480091
>> [WORRY] Luc, I’m going to get you looked at.

Continuing in 2 hours.

I just got home.

>>1481720
>>1480906
>>1480474
>>1480283
>>1480241
>>1480223

Writing.

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>>1481720
>>1480906
>>1480474
>>1480283
>>1480241
>>1480223

“Shut up. I’m getting you looked at.” You shake him slightly and he just kind of slumps into you, eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“Minerva, if you can hear me; keep Luc alive so I can kill him.” You grumble hauling him onto your back and making sure he’s secure. Got to go quick, can’t activate lantern - burning him alive isn’t the best option to bringing him back safe.

A stick snaps behind you, nearby but not close enough that you have to deal with it imminently. Another couple of noises nearby and a bark signal the investigation of some Mihal.

Time to go.

> Do something Crazy

> Do Something Costly

> Run on the ground

> Treetop retreat

> Write-In (I will be very generous)

>>1485770
>Run on the ground

>>1485770
>> Run on the ground

>>1485770
> Run on the ground

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>>1485808
>>1485797
>>1485785

Roll 1d20 best of 3

You wanna beat this role.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1485813

my dice didn't work also typo

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>1485813

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1485813

>>1485831

Welp.
Looks like [WORRY] just levelled up.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1485813
Guess you're waiting on a third?

>>1485939
>>1485831
>>1485830

That and family being a shit.

[WORRY] level up.

> New Passive

> New Form

Will get votes and write when shit settles down hopefully.

>>1485946
>> New Passive

>>1485961

Updated sheet, family drama won't fuck off so haven't started writing yet.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1csg7vC-Yz10aAqk9ZwdCNv24obLGTtM5p6bKkPq1Pgc/edit#

Worry; Able to tell when an ally will be taken out of battle by an attack (and whether it’s a death or maiming)

Sorry I disapeared guys. Life's been... fucking brutal the past 3 days and Outside of time applied to D&D I've been keeping an eye on family. It's almost 2am and first time I've been properly able to relax.

I'll try and find time for more cabin & SBFH outside of this busy week.

Going to archive then crash.

>>1487974
It's okay boss; take it easy for a bit.

See you next time!