>>1545492
>Should I tell her my story?

We made a deal. She tells hers, we tell ours.

Also

AAAH! I missed the last half of the other thread!

>>1545492
>Should I tell her my story?

"It all started when the Broken Horn leader wanted a toaster..."

Waiting for the nyan

How have you guys been? Any questions?

>>1546621
I have been hot and allergic

How's life for Lazyhorns?

>>1546640
A lot of work and little time for me but hey, I can't complain. That little time is wonderful.

>>1545492
>a ginger with memory-wipe skills
I see what you did there.

Well better tell our story then. Laeteli is kinda pitiful when you think about what it must be like to be her, but obviously under no circumstances should you actually tell her that.

>>1547964
***Oh who cares if she is pitiful? We have a rescue mission to do! And what do you mean I can't take the nuke? No I am not telling you were I got it!***

>I'll tell them my story, then.

"Um..." you start, slowly gaining back the attention from both of them. "Where should I
start?" you say, getting a hand behind your nape.

"From the ending!" Heather shouts. "That would be so original and awesome. Wait," she frowns
her lips a bit, "this is the ending."

"From the beginning," the hornmother asks, as she cleans the beer all over her hair with a wide
handkerchief with a smiling black man plastered all over it. "How old are you?"

"Two... three months old?" you say, and it leaves you wondering. "But it feels so
distant..."

"It must have been very intense, then. Me?" the hornmother takes a sip. "Time flies away from
me. Guess that's what happens when every day is the same."

"YOU SHOULD LIVE MORE," Heather shouts, smiling widely, and the hornmother shuts her
eyes tight. "Heavy stuff is easy to rememberer. Do things!"

"Heavy stuff isn't that easy to survive around here," the hornmother says, slowly opening her
eyes as from a big, nice nap. "I don't even know what I'm going to now. My coworkers
would kill each other to leave the spot open for their acquaintances, and I just gave them one BIG
bullet to shoot at me. Still, I agree, that's," the hornmother simmers down, "easy to
remember."

As Heather closes her mouth, you quickly realize it falls on you to feed the fire.

"I..." you just say, and only their eyes move to meet yours, "well, it all started when
Leaderhorn asked for a toaster". You can't help but smile, even if just a little."The Sansui's-"

"The Sansuis?" the hornmother interrupts you, rising an eyebrow. "What happened after she
melted Guy Prime into snowflakes?"

"I don't really know the whole story, but Leaderhorn and the Sansui's get along very
well," you say, fidgeting just the right little bit with your fingers. "She asked them for a toaster
because her friend, the broken horn Leader, who was a hornmother, was left to fend for
herself without help or haremhorns. And my, was she messy," you giggle silently. "They had
a toaster, sure, but the most important Sansui's principle is that they don't do things half-way,
so they decided to improve it. And they did. And again. And again. But, Leaderhorn says,
they weren't satisfied," you say, lifting a finger, "so they started arguing and beating each other
out in order to improve the toaster, to make it better, to make it... 'moe'."

"WHAT IS MOE?" Heather asks, one of her eyebrows rising.

You giggle loudly this time. "You are. You are moe, Heather."

She gives you this surprised look but then furrows her eyebrows. "I'm not moe!"

"You don't even know what that means," the hornmother points out. "It means 'cute'. It's
anime."

Heather's eyes stray to the ceiling, and she seems to really think it over.

Then she stares at you, firmly. "I'm not moe!"

...You "hmm", for a lack of a better answer.

"Well, and since each of the Sansuis had their own definition of 'moe' and they all wanted to
tune the toaster their own way they all ended up fighting. I'm the result of that fight," you say,
giving a joyful shrug. "The last standing Sansuis were all satisfied with my design so,
after doing a few motor tests, they packed me in a big box and sent me to the Greathorn. And
yes, I was already awake," you tell Heather, who closes her mouth.

"Those guys are so... odd," the hornmother points out, almost grimacing."I met one at the
market last time, at the checkpoint. Guy was talking with a woman, the woman was crying
rivers and the guy was just there; dressed like a happy dinosaur, or whatever those were. Then
the girl breaks and falls on her knees, and she was sobbing so loudly, and he was dancing,
and he was dancing so hard, the moves, the... the passion," her eyes lit up, as in fear of things
forgotten. "He-he even did a backflip. It was perfect. Everyone was staring. The girl runs
away, smashes the door behind her a-and the guy, the Sansui, he just dances all his way to
another guy and asks him, "Why are you jealous?". The other guy went braindead, he
was looking around, he was asking for help. And the Sansui was dancing, and did another
backflip, and kept on asking "Why? Why are you jealous?". The hornmother pauses, now
with a full-on-grimace, and shakes her head, slowly, as if daring to do so. "What. The. Fuck."

Heather looks at her in confusion but ends up shaking her head as well. "I don't understand.
Hey; I don't understand!"

...you quickly pick up that the conversation went through another ship, as the hornmother
grabs her head and horns in true confusion while Heather squints her eyes and glances at
things. Finally, the nitrolich seems to pick up.

"Maybe they are morons?" Heather suggests, lifting a finger in the same fashion you just did a
few moments ago. "That could explain it."

The hornmother doesn't answer.

"Oh, I don't think they are," you hurry to interject, at least gaining Heather back. "They
are always very loving with Fakes, and Ado says that they never attack anyone directly.
Maybe they just do what they want?"

Heather crosses both arms under her breasts, puffing one of her cheeks. "If they do what they
want without considering the rest then IT'S EVIL."

"Like leaving everyone else deaf?!" the hornmother finally snaps.

"YES! Sorry," Heather's face twists so hard and fast you end up smiling and blushing. "I try,"
she says after a while, seeming very dejected. "Guess that's why I eat trash."

You instantly pat her head very lovingly... which leaves even you feeling a bit overwhelmed.
Heather simply stares at you, enjoying it in utmost peace. You... quickly assess the
situation. "They might be a bit 'evil', then, but I don't think they want to." As you glance at the
hornmother, she's biting her lip. You pause to let them talk; when they don't, you simply take
your cue.

"So, after some darkness, the first thing I see is Leaderhorn looking down at me when the box
opens," you resume, clutching both hands together as you smile. "She lifts me from under
the elbows, shakes me, puts me on a table, and then tries to put a loaf of bread into my
mouth. I grab the bread, go to the kitchen, toast it, and when I bring it back in a dish she says
'So that's how it works!' haha!!" You laugh, feeling a bit happy." Leaderhorn then sent me to
the Himehorn Support Center with that toast, and there she was. The broken horn Leader.
Crouching naked over the chair in front of the machinery, only wearing a headset. After
Leaderhorn introduced us, it took her a while to stop chewing." You stop for a while, smiling
with your eyes closed, "She was nice."

"That sounds like proper hornmother behavior to me," the hornmother points out.

(cont!)

>>1548524
"I think... that the Sansuis are the geniuses nuts who should, by all logic, be fired. But that's never going to happen because they... run the show? They makes perfect sense to themselves, but utterly confuse others around him and leaves them wondering whether or not they really are all there. Maybe they are genuinely nuts or maybe they are merely using a different brand of logic. I mean they have money and power, they don't have to worry about food or water so they just do whatever they want?"

Your smile fades slightly. "I always thought that, too, and yet... all of the other himehorns
ignored her. Except for Leader when it came to giving her orders. Except for Captain when it
came to complaining. Except for White, who had no time for her. And except for
Leaderhorn, who just... vanished from the world a few days after I met her."

Both Heather and the hornmother stare at you, but you can't force another word out.

"You really need a fucking drink," the hornmother finally states and, true to her word,
takes out yet another bottle of beer and puts her mug in front of you.

"Thank you," you say, as beer rains into the cracked mug. Once skies are clear, you grab
the big mug with both hands and take it to your mouth. It tastes kinda bitter as it flows into you,
yet it's very refreshing.

You stop halfway and leave in front of you. Some of it drips from the corner of your lips, so
you rush a sleeve through your mouth. "I got attached to her very fast, now that I think of it.
It was just her, Ado, and me at the Himehorn Support Center, and after-"

"Who's Ado?" Heather asks, tilting her head to the side.

You smile. "'An Adonis with an extra bicep for brains'; that's how the broken horn Leader
described him. They got along very well, regardless, it's just that Ado isn't very...
emotional." You "hmm" a bit, suddenly aware of some details of the past. "He was the ship's
main mechanic, so he had a lot of work. Himehorns try to keep nohorns as far as they
can because they don't really understand them, but Ado was an exception because he
used to bully hornmothers from a young age. Even if Mina wanted to stop him. /Especially/ if
Mina wanted to stop him-" the giggling makes you stop. "It-

"Who's Mina?" Heather asks, this time tilting her head to the other side.

"A very good being," you say, a bit withdrawn, "who sacrificed a lot for the rest to do well. The
only person I've ever seen the broken horn Leader not talk down to."

"Did she talk down to you?" the hornmother asks, getting more beer for herself which
makes you raise an eyebrow.

You look to one side, to the other, then get a hand behind your nape. "She used to treat me
like an actual toaster, haha. The broken horn Leader used to think of Fakes as just a lot
instruction meshed together, but she completely changed her mind after some time."
You pause, your mouth open. "...I think it was after I was crying because one of our missions
ended badly."

"Wouldn't those be instructions too?" the hornmother points out, getting even MORE
beer for herself which makes you pout. "Like; condition: someone dies, action: cry."

You think of it and smile, then nod. "Yes, and she kept on believing that." You close your
eyes slightly. "It's just that she later realize that she was the same."

(cont!)

"It was a very heavy experience, but we saved so many lives in so little time... I did my part,
and she let me even though our methods were different," you say, suddenly finding it hard to
look at any of them straight at the eyes. "I tried to convince them to stop and she tried to fix
the problem. We worked as a team, and she ended up trusting in me. And..."

You pause. There's no rush to get there. Not yet.

>How should I about this? What can I tell them about?

>>1549969
"I... sorry but is painful... can I finish the story some other day?"

>>1549969
"We really worked well together you know? It was hard, scary, and sometimes heartbreaking but it felt good too. Because we where doing something kind for it's own sake, and people returned that kindness too. But sometimes people are just too troubled to even recognize kindness... "

I think we've got enough setup in place by now, though honestly we don't know much about what happened between BHL and Laeteli short of how she died

>>1550883
A hornmother contacted the HSC and said Leateli was there on her ship. We ended up speaking with Leateli who decided to come kill us on The Greathorn. The Greathorn was evacuated. Roomba offered to stay in BHL's place and die, but BHL figured that if Leateli saw through the deception, she might destroy the Greathorn out of spite or dissatisfaction. So BHL stayed, met with her and was stabbed through the heart. She managed to let the evacuated horns know that Leateli had left, but by then she had lost too much blood.

Yet keeping the pain to yourself is the polite thing to do, right? It's not nice if the have to see
you sad. Besides, you are a bartender now.

"We really worked well together you know?" You say as you draw small circles in the table
with your finger. "It was hard, scary, and sometimes heartbreaking, but it felt good too.
Because we were doing something kind for its own sake, and people returned that kindness
too." You finger stops. "But sometimes people are just too troubled to even recognize
kindness..."

You briefly notice Heather and the hornmother share a glance.

"So... what happened?" the hornmother asks, and Heather nods.

"The broken horn Leader was murdered," you say, softly, "by Leateli. I... I found her sitting on
her chair, as always. I thought she was just taking a nap. It-it's turning up in such a long
nap," tears fall from your eyes, "maybe she's going for the record."

You just stay there in place sobbing your heart out. Heather gives the hornmother a scolding
glare, the hornmother shrugs, and is then gently smashed against you like two breads of a
sandwich.

"There, there, don't cry," Heather sings tenderly, pushing the hornmother against you as you
drown your sobbings. "Crying is evil."

"Hmphmphmphm!!," the hornmother states, politely, her face buried into your chest as her
horns surround your neck.

"I know," Heathe says, smiling. You do your best to calm down, but you can't stop thinking
about all the things you can't do now. You notice Preah is hugging you as well. Your head
feels cold under her hand, and that feels nice.

...And Heather's mouth is WIDE open. "IS THAT-IS THAT YOUR STAND?" this time, the
loud is real.

"HMPHMPHMP," the hornmother corrects.

You just keep on crying.

(Cont in a while!)

"So... who's Leateli?"

The hornmother's question lingers in the air for a while, as Preah's arms lock you into her, the
Arma now a sturdy chair you don't really feel like getting out of.

You open your mouth; the hornmother glances at you from her cracked mug of beer, as
Heather still studies the Arma intently even though the hornmother firmly told her she was
not your stand.

Now that you think of it... should you tell them? I seems that... they don' actually know.

>Tell them what you know about Leateli.
>Don't. There are some good reasons for that.

>>1552566
"A bitch."

>>1552566
"A very broken murderer who isn't allowed to be harmed because if she looses consciousness the world will end."

>>1553023
Forgot my trip, bweh.

Also snuggle into Preah more but underclock our processor so we don't get too warm.

>>1553023
"If she dies, not if she faints or sleeps."

>>1553251
Nah, I checked back when we had Vaal scare off apocalypse-horn. She never sleeps which explains a good bit of why she's so messed up.

>>1553259

Also explains why I'm messed up. Post after nap!

Also! I need feedback! How's the thing going, what feels messed up, what's the asdasdd, the nananana! Gimme stuff!

>>1553606
Its comfy, and gentle and nice. The writing is clearer.

>>1553624
Nonono, I need CRITICISM! Tell me whats wrong, what feels off, what's awful and asdasd.

Still, compliment taken. What about the Heather?

>>1553645
Nothing feels off. Its a new quest with new conditions (nothing dies) in an existing universe. Heather is Heather. There wasn't enough info about Nitroliches before so I'll take her as she is. Heather is always over the top, but Nitroliches being powered by motivation fits with her.

Occasionally, I have difficulty following physical actions. Its not always clear who's doing what.

>>1553749
Nitoliches are kind of like bio-robots that are capable of impressive feats of regeneration in themselves as well as others so long as their core isn't damaged and they have enough biomass stored. A limit fighter is basically someone who overclocks the settings power-armor equivalent mostly for the sake of beating eldrich abominations from below the planetwide sea.So she's nigh unkillable with the right conditions met, crazy strong, and basically about as good of a port of meguca Heather as you can get in the setting.

This isn't really a new quest so much as an alternate timeline one-ish shot of Himehorn 911 (http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Himehorn911) the setting is kinda a dreary clusterfuck with pockets of cozy nestled in, and Roomba is going to do her best to fix the place. There is also a ton of new phrases for new tech and species so the encyclopedia write up might be handy if you're going to archive binge (https://pastebin.com/K7MaXkEy)

>>1553816
sorry, that >>1553749 was me, forgot my id

>>1553831
Oh preaching to the choir lol.

>>1553645
Anyways writing wise things are fine so far, though admittedly I'm used to reading your occasionally hard-to-follow writing style. It might be nice to get to know some of the side characters a bit better now that I think about it. Kinda nice seeing more of !%!@#, still wouldn't have taken him for the team though.

>>1553259
Really? That wasn't mentioned in any thread before. Just that if you kill her the planet dies, not that if she sleeps the planet dies.

Besides as ROOMBA HAS BEVER BEEN TOLD THIS, she only knows the bit about her dying kills the planet.

>>1553858
I believe Roomba was told that by Vaal afterwards, as she was going to try to taze Laeteli right before Vaal stepped in. which, while she didn't know it at the time, had a possibility of ending the universe.

>>1553862
I am hate they keep making her more and more bullshit.

>>1553862
And her dying ends the planet not the universe.

>>1555338

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/636642/

It's almost at the beginning. And Heather is in the very first thread of the quest. No one is making up more bullshit than there ever was.

>>1553749
>>Occasionally, I have difficulty following physical actions.

This isn't new. Every time you can point out where it gets fuzzy, you are helping me. Seriously, that won't annoy me, it's completely the other way around.

>>1553816
>https://pastebin.com/K7MaXkEy
Oh god this is like 80 pages long what the fuck

>>1553858
>as ROOMBA HAS BEVER BEEN TOLD THIS

It is very implied that she knows this. Physics would be drinking coffee, otherwise.

>>1553816

>>a dreary clusterfuck with pockets of cozy nestled in

Come in, there was more cozy than sad despite the world drowning in shit. Like, what was so bad? Nanana.

>>1553023
"She's... a very broken murderer who isn't allowed to be harmed because, if she loses
consiousness, the world will end."

Right after spitting those words, you feel the need to sink deeper into the cold, to embrace
it. Gently, you shake your body against Preah, even though her sturdy anima parts feel
slightly uncomfortable.

And Heather stares at the hornmother and the hornmother stares at Heather. It's a deep stare.
A moment of connection, in which both of them feel complete, absolutely sure that the other
couldn't swallow a word of that either.

Of course, they turn to you. "What?"

Their sudden coordination draws the best of you, and you crack up a little smile.

"That seems very dangerous," you hear Preah's voice right behind your nape. The cold
is nice and you want to think about it, so you underclock your functions and rest over the
Arma, whose chin now rests next to your neck. "I'm frightened," the Arma says, as utterly
unreadable as usual.

The hornmother looks at you, and then at Preah, her eyebrows furrowing by the second.
"I can't believe I'm buying this shit."

"Well I'm not," Heather says, her face shaking as she glances at each of you one at a time.
"And lying is EVIL! EVIL, remember?!"

"...yup, she bought it," the hornmother says, glancing at the short nitrolich. "Seriously,
though, what the fuck? Roomba?"

"It is true," Preah adds.

And you open your mouth, but then the words get stuck. You think it over for a bit, then, as
your pump motor makes noise because the cold is about to freeze your internal energy
flow. "The broken horn L... no, Leaderhorn, Leaderhorn said that nobody should ever kill
her, that it would end the world. And nobody has challenged her words, so Leateli is permanently being cared for by a team of elite guardians."

The hornmother nods, and nods. "Punch me if I'm stepping over the line, but why did she..." she thinks it over, but you get the point.

So you shake your head. "I'm not sure. Maybe-"

"-because she was being retarded."
.
.
.
...your jaw fucking drops.

(cont!)

The mountain of leather clothes drags itself across the bar, and simply, yet not brutally,
pushes the hornmother out of the chair. It sits, drinks straight from a bottle, and then looks at
you dead in the eyes... with dead eyes.

"...hi," it whispers and smiles fully.

...nobody says a word. Until...

"TAKING SOMEONE ELSE'S SEAT IS EVIL!" Heather shouts straight at her ear, which... only
shakes the brown hair a bit. It turns to Heather, slowly, but with full intent until both their whole
bodies are facing each other.

"You are in deep shit, way out of your league and, if you keep talking, minutes away from a
gruesome death," it says, very softly., and yet, /very/ seriously The mountain of brown leather
clothes with dead eyes turns to face you and Preah, as Heather simply freezes on the spot.

"I want a drink," it says. "I don't know any of these, so give me anyone you want. Don't
worry about the price.

...

>A "Muffin Cloud". Sweet, brown, and creamy.
>The "Maybe Tomorrow". A cold, white drink under a thick layer of hot chocolate cream, the body tastes like honey.
>The "Ebony Dream", an obsidian black drink with a thick body that tastes like strawberries. It has a high alcoholic graduation that's hard to notice.
>A "SharkTeeth", meant to sober you up in one true blow. Usually recommended as a last drink.
>The "Mountain", a super premium drink that's almost the size of a head. It's meant as a challenge, so the whole thing has as much alcohol as a small one. It's fresh and green.

>>1556490
>A mix of strongest stuff you have.

***If Toast is gone I... I don't know what I will do? Probably try to detonate all the nukes... even if that won't do shit besides killing a lot of people and irradiate parts of the world for centuries. Where is an easy end the world red button when you need it?***

>>1556490
>The "Maybe Tomorrow". A cold, white drink under a thick layer of hot chocolate cream, the body tastes like honey.

Sounds non-commitment to any degree of drinking or sobriety. And its not a hug or a challenge in a glass, so our new friend doesn't feel pushed to any one thing.

>>1556490
>The "Mountain", a super premium drink that's almost the size of a head. It's meant as a challenge, so the whole thing has as much alcohol as a small one. It's fresh and green.

>I honesty hope she ends paying

"The last person who said that ended skipping paying."

Half an hour and im rolling!

Rolled 4 (1d4)

>>1556777
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>>1556928
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>>1558874
3
>Roomba kisses Leateli
4

>>1556490

You don't. Your mind frozen, you just lean forward and meet Leateli's dead eyes with yours... and your lips with hers. It's not an unpleasant feeling, you think as your hands push her nape against you. And she doesn't seem to resist. At all. Sitting over Preah has left your body a tad numb, so your hands shake as they slide across her ears, across her cheeks. You grab those firmly and kiss her longly and fully. One of Leateli's arms envelops you, with the other she swipes all the cracked mug and cheap bottles from the table. You get slammed over it, almost brutally, and before you even notice her whole slender body is already over you. It's instantly clear, to you, that you lost all control of the situation, as you drown in her warm tongue and yet the soothing feeling of all that leather over you. It's, you think, like a heavy blanket, as her hands wander under your clothes.

It lasts for a while.

A long while.

Some time later, under utter, warm darkness, you realize the only one under the pile of ragged leather clothes is you. Those are all crudely stitched together. You sit under the brown blanket, then study the small gaps in the rags from where the light comes. Once your head pops from the biggest you could find, it feels like peeking into another world.


At the dark corner of the bar, you spot the hornmother, Heather, and even Preah sitting at
a rather small table for all of them, all looking at you from across the bar. The hornmother's eyes
are wide, and Heather misses her mouth with the mugs and pours beer all over her shoulder.
You catch an unfamiliar glint from Preah's eyes, but it lasts what falling in love lasts before
she's hard to read again. Glancing at your left, you notice Leateli sitting over the table almost
right next to you, wearing only a thin, white top tank and skin-tight black leggings until the
knees. She's smoking a cigarette in peace, not paying anything else attention.

Squinting, you look around. Not even the cat ears were spared. Dizzy, you wonder how she
realized about your headpat sensitivity. You quickly realize, with a sigh, that the odd thing
would be if she didn't find out after all that contact.

What the fuck.

>What do?

>>1561070
"Next time, could it be in private? Or you love to be seen?"

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>>1561070
What the fuck guys, I leave for a weekend and we end up doing it on the bar in front of everyone with apocalypse-horn!?

...

Nice Work!~

"I um... We'll I'm a lot warmer now haha~"

>>1564049
Oh, also make breakfast for everyone. It's tradition!

The air feels... heavy. And it's not the air, turning your head towards Leateli took maybe
twice the force of thought.

You knew who she was the moment she spoke. Now she's just there, a spawning a gray
cloud from her mouth. Briefly, you wonder if this a smoke-free zone.

"I um...," you mutter, and Leateli fixes her eyes on you from the side. "Well I'm a lot warmer
now, haha!" You end that up with a smile.

She doesn't smile, though. Not even a little bit. Leatli simply looks away to focus on her
cigarette, as if it was her sole source of ideas. You glance, again, at the trio at the corner;
when she sees you, the Arma waves at you, her eyes closed over a little grin. The
hornmother is whispering in Heather's ear, the nitrolich nodding quickly as her wet eyes are
fixed on the apocalypse horn.

"Next time," you say, "could it be in private? Or do you love to be seen?"

Leateli slowly, but fully, releases another gray cloud into the ceiling. It's, by now, as if rain and
thunder would unleash inside the bar at any minute. The darkness, and Leateli's dead eyes
shining brightly at you, help that impression in eerie ways.

And you ignore her.

Without a second glance, you turn around, fall behind the bar, and wear the pile of ragged
leather clothes stitched togueter like a makeshift robe into the warehouse. It has the
only working lightbulb in the whole place, so it's easy to spot the ham, bread, coffee, milk,
eggs... The last step, however, proves complicated, and find youself struggling for a
while until your naked arms finally pop from each side of the brown robe.

When you finally return to the front of the bar, holding a big silver plate reeking of breakfast
with both hands, you find Preah calmly looking at Leateli right in front of her. None of them
talks; she's just... staring at her very closely. They both turn once drop the plate over the
wooden table. A brief glance of the place makes you grimace; there's broken glass all
over the place...

It fades intantly, though. "Breakfast is ready!" you try to shout, but your voice fails you. "It's
on the house."

Everyone turns to look... in silence, nobody moving an inch. It's, as you expected, Preah
the one to break the charm, grabbing one the toasted sandwiches with melted cheese and
ham and giving it a fair bite. While she chews, the whole place remains quiet.

"Why do you eat that?" Leateli asks, her voice like a sharp, cold blade. "You don't need it."
Preah takes all the time of the world for herself, to chew on the sandwich troughly, and, when it
seems she's about to end, she keeps on chewing. Leateli simply stares at the Atma, her
dead eyes wide open.

Preah swallow, lifting her chin with her eyes closed, much more than it would be actually
necessary. Once she's finally done for real, she dramatically lowers it to face Leateli head on
with her usual poker face.

They are staring into each other. None moves or shakes.

It feels like a thunders could blow from the sky at any second.

>What now?

>>1564386
"Maybe because food is one of the few pleasures Arma have left? And food is also valuable. Eating food probably gives them a sence of pleasure and worth. Arma have up their past to become weapons. If they do not things they enjoy once in a while, then what do they have left?"

>>1564504
This.

>>1564504

It would be very nice if Preah doesn't end this timeline too; they seem too fixed in each other.
You worry that any sudden sound or move could end up with Leateli having tea with the
broken horn Leader, that if the world doesn't instantly end.

Carefully, veeeery carefully, you slide a hand between their faces, across the smoke coming
from the endless cigarrete, as if about to catch a cat offguard. It only gets noticed when it's
right between their eyes, which turn to look at you across the dark and gray.

"Maybe because food is one of the gre pleasures Armas have left?" You point out,
your voice weak but steady as you lift a finger. "And food is also valuable. Eating food
probably gives them a sense of pleasure and worth."

"Mostly pleasure," Preah interjects, steadily fixed on Leateli with half open eyes.

Subtly, you roll your eyes. "Armas have up their past to become weapons. If they don't do
things they enjoy once in a while, then what do they have left?"

After Leateli's dead, wide open eyes study you for a while, you realize she never blinks. You
recall her file at the Link mentioning that she's human.

"It doesn't need it," Leateli repeats, looking at you without mercy. It seems she's letting time
pass to let that sink in. "It's time taken from someone else."

"I'm eating time," Preah says playfully, grabbing another toast. She wolfs it down
under Leateli's steady, cold glare.

"You are not an Arma," Laeteli's word come out suddenly soft, even slow. "You are a massive
fucking waste of food and anima. You can't kill Hands."

"Oooooooooh, you noticed," Preah says, giving Leateli her trademark criptic grin."I can draw
people squatting."

"Why don't you kill yourself and donate your body?" Leateli asks, suddenly... eager. "It could
be used to make an actual Arma with GOG gas, that could be saving a little girl on a little
ship from being smashed by a little hand. What are YOU doin-"

Preah turns a paper around. It has Leateli's face drawn over it in black and white. She
looks angry.

When you look from the paper to Leateli, your eyes widen as you realize her face looks
/exactly/ the same.

"I want to live," Preah sates, smiling just a bit more widely than usual. She drags her
massive blue hair around as she turns to look at you.

"Is that wrong?" she asks.

>Yes.
>No.
>Write in.

Updates are always slow as fuck, but I'll always be here from two hours before to two hours from now, and also every morning and night. That might speed things up a bit.

>>1569700
>"No"
Wanting to live is something everyone wants after all. If wanting to live (or at least feel alive) is wrong, then everyone is wrong. Also I'm pretty sure Preah has been saving quite a few people in her own way lately. She's doing the best she can to improve things and that deserves at least a little respect. Many people aren't even willing to give a half hearted effort to help the world.

You shake your head from side to side, firmly. No. Wanting to live is not wrong. Across the
dim dark of the bar, you are met with both sides of the coin: Preah's warm stare, and Leateli's cold, piercing glare.

"Her life," Leateli starts, but then the frost in her eyes dissipates; her eyes go unfocused,
until she shuts them down. "A beer. Give me a beer." The end of the world reaches for you,
her hands going up and down over the robe. She spins you around and finally takes a wallet
that was in a pocket under your left arm. "Here," she takes some coins and drops them
on the table, "beer."

Your face still, you look down and find that she just paid for, at least, everything !'%& would
have drank if you've met him a year ago and the man ran a 911 service.

"Beer!" Leateli brings you back to reality. You quickly oblige by nodding, crouching, grabbing
as many beers as you can, and then putting then all over the table, one by one. Leateli
looks at the beers with a slight hint of confusion, clouded by her overall dark
demeanor. "One will do."

You spot a hand rising in the distance. "Can I have one?" And it's Heather.

When Leateli turns to look at her, the hand goes down.

"You are very interesting," Preah says, getting the cigarette in front of her face again. "I mean
it. You seem worried that Hands won't leave anyone alive for you to kill."

Leateli blows from the cigarette one last time, then throws it amongs the graveyard of broken
glass. "You wouldn't get it."

"Ooooooooooh," You can't tell if Preah is genuinely amazed or simply mocking her.

And so far, it seems Leateli can't either. Her silence seems to imply as much.

"Do you like to kill?" Preah asks.

Leateli grins, for the first time, and it's fucking grim. "In a way. Yes."

"Why do you kill?"

"Food."

Preah grabs another of the sandwiches, which by now have gone cold by now. She bites it,
and it's crunchy, the sound of teeth crushing bread making you grimace.

>C-change the subject! Now!!
>Ask Leateli "why?"
>Rendevouz with the Heather and the hornmother. Take them somewhere safe.

>>1570373
>Ask Leateli "why?"

this info could help save lives

>>1570373
>You can't save lives when Leateli is involved.

"Because you don't want to die?"

***Most people doesn't gives a shit about this planet anyway, they just want to exploit it until it has nothing left to give and kill anything that gets in the way. They dug too deep and fucked everything up. They killed the Hornmothers by the millions despite the fact they were here first, they killed the witches... why keep things going? If you go to sleep this planet dies, if you die this planet dies. Why do you care? Everyone is gonna die anyway. I will tell you why. Because you don't want to die. People could do better but they don't. They could take the big ships, make them places to farm food for everyone. They could purify polluted water... they could do BETTER. But they don't, so really, why should I care? I don't but Toast does.***

>>1570373
>Ask Leateli "why?"
Convincing her to stop that might be a bit much but you know... Gotta at least try.

>>1570927
>>1571110
>>1571151
>>1571151

Coooontinued tomorrow!

>>1571182
Joy!

See you sometime tomorrow.

And some feed back...

There are some spots here or there that seem like a word has been dropped or added here or there.

Eg >>1561070
>as you drown in her warm tongue and yet the soothing feeling of all that leather over you.

It seems like "yet" either doesn't belong or something that the "yet" should link to has been dropped.

I see it now and again in your writing. Just something to watch for.

>>1571281
Good job Steve,that's the kind of stuff I want to know. The "yet" is there to imply that Roomba is surprised that she's not frightened. How should that go?

>>1572036
The "soothing" in that case is in the wrong spot. >"And yet the feeling of all that leather over you is soothing."

Without the "yet" that whole sentence could work, but by adding it, a feeling of contrast with the drowning sensation is created.

>>1572166
That was the point. Drowning is something desperating, and soothing is the contrast.

>>1570927
>>1571151

"W-why?" You repeat, as the Arma wolfs down bread, ham, and cheese. "Why do you do it?"

Leateli turns and smiles wildly at you in a single motion... but the the smile starts fading
almost instantly. Once it's gone, the smile is replaced by a tiny little smirk.

"Odd of you to ask me that after fucking my brains out," Leateli sings, softly and smugly.
When she leans forward it you think of living scarecrows,and the smile is almost back. "I
Killed Your Best Friend, You Know.

To your silence, she lits another cigarrette without breaking eye contact. She lits it and
sucks the smoke out of it as if it had the answer, the missing piece to a big puzzle.

"It should be common sense," Leateli says then blows gray at Preah's face, who doesn't
even blink, "but food is running out. We don't have a future but, like your friend the shit-for
brains here, they eat, and don't think, just for a bit more of pleasure." Leateli slings the
cigarette away, it lands between your cat ears at the floor, surrounded by broken glass.
"That's why I love my job. I give back the time to those who need it to figure out a way out.
The way things are, keeping everyone alive is greedy, but you all fuckheads want to be
heroes of justice and that's going to end us all If I don't."

"So why not the Second?" Preah asks, and the very question sends a chill down your spine...
even through she said it so naturally. "We have a lot of people here that don't want to think."

Leateli looks at Preah longly, but gives a faint,approving "hmm". "Because I can't. Not
directly. The Judges don't mind ending the world if that means the Second wasn't going to
be there in the first place... even though this place is the single most shit-fucking disgusting
waste of witch-fuck. This place... THIS FUCKING PLACE..." Leateli smiles widens
more than you think it could.... "...is a big, fat retard that's afraid to be left out of food, so it
takes the foods from the little ones because food helps him forget reality. I can't kill this fat
retard," Leateli gestures in a way that reminds you of Vaal, even though this is another
timeline, "so what do I do, I starve him to death. I go after the scavengers and kill them
off like flies, one by one, without mercy."

Leateli stops talking. She glances at you, her smile wavering but just barely.

"So why did you do it?" she asks, playfully. "Why did you fucked the one who killed your
best friend."

The Arma "hmms" and nods. "I have to agree, that's... interesting behavior," Preah observes,

You are left to your own devices.

>Write in?

>>1572333
"I don't know? And we wouldn't be running out of food if people actually worked with each other. Or is too late already? Rich people has water purifiers, they have the plans for gardens to grow food... but they are hoarding everything. And exploiting this planet resources is just making things worse. Because making resources rare for many means those privileged have more power and influence."

Toast keeps quiet for a moment. "I think... that you looked desperate. That you had a great need of love an affection, and... that's what I do. I help others... does it sound stupid?"

***People are idiots who won't work together if that means they can get more, And even if that mean they will starve tomorrow, they just think on the present. I am as negative as Toast is positive. And what do you mean the other timeline ended? I wanted to rescue Toast! Now were did those nerds put the nukes...***

>>1572333
"Because I don't think anyone is undeserving of love. I-I'm not sure what came over me in that moment, but I don't regret it. People need some hope to cling onto or they start to break down inside and watch only for themselves. They start to think, almost unconsciously, that if everything is doomed then why should they try to build any kind of better future with others. Without hope what reason do they have to make any progress in fixing this worlds problems? I don't know who will make a difference, but love isn't very expensive or scarce so it doesn't hurt for me to share does it?"

>>Rich people has water purifiers
Nah, they just have water (which is saying A LOT).

>>And what do you mean the other timeline ended?
Physics barely shrugs. "Shit happens. Wait," she freezes solid for a while, until her eyebrows finally furrow. "No. You mean the one where White is about to make Roomba her slave. That one's still up."

>>1572473
>>1572473

Fully realizing the importance of the next few words, you allow yourself to withdrawn into
your head. You close your eyes and, patiently, wait for the pieces of the puzzle to fall in place.
Your focus shifts to Heather and the hornmother having a chat at a distance, a bit
too casually considering the world could end at any minute.

"So what's wrong with you?" It's Leateli's sharp, yet grimly childish voice. "A truma? A
defect?"

"Nothing," Preah's voice says, as if hiding a toy from her.

"You can't use GOG gas."

"I'm a Fake."

"That doesn't exist."

"That doesn't exist," Preah repeats, in Leateli's own voice.

When you open your eyes, the walking doomsday is staring at Preah as if she just saw
a cat talk.

"I think..." you feel as if a lighthouse aimed at you, "that you looked desperate." Leateli rises
an eyebrow. "That you had a great need of love and affection, and... that's what I do. I help
others..." you fidget with your fingers, smiling "does it sound stupid?"

That dark light still shines; you notice yourself squinting.

"Why?" she asks very, very simply.

You press on. "Because I don't think anyone is undeserving of love. I-I'm not sure what came
over me in that moment," finger figettting intensifies," but I don't regret it." You shake
your head firmly, almost crying, unable to look straight at the dark light coming form her eyes.
"People need some hope to cling onto or they start to break down inside and watch only for
themselves. They start to think, almost u-unconsci... unco..."

"Unconsiously," Leateli cuts.

"... that if everything is doomed then why should they try to build any kind of better future
with others." You nod, and nod. "Without hope, what reason do they have to make any
progress in fixing this world's problems? I don't know who will make a difference, but love isn't
very expensive or scarce so it doesn't hurt for me to share, does it?"

The dark lights descend to your level, and this time you can't help but look at them. Those
eyes are very close to you, and... you realize just how weirdly-shaped they are. As if her
irises were fake and dry.

"Love is the single most expensive thing in the galaxy," Leateli says, warmly. "You love now
because you don't understand people, because you are free to think of them however
you please. I am not," she sits back on her stool, "but I don't disagree."

Leateli simply closes her eyes for a while. You share a look with Preah, who whistles in
silence.

"That is why I killed your friend, after all."

...that came out a bit better than expected
>What now?

>>1573487
"You killed her because she was helping people?"

>>1573487
"Because love is expensive? I'm sorry I don't quite understand... The budget was always tight but people would pay us back for our kindness, and they learned to work together for a bit. Maybe they even could have stopped the second one day... but that's over now"

>>1573543
"You killed her because she was helping people?"

"Is that a question, at this point?" Leateli barks, smiling.

>>1573573
"Because love is expensive?" You shake your head, as if apologizing. "I'm sorry, I don't quite
understand. The budget was always tight, but people would pay us back for our kindness,
and they learned to work together for a bit. Maybe they even could have stopped the
Second one day..." you squint," but that's over now."

Leateli chuckles. "You must be very new here to actually believe that. The Second treats their
Scavengers like shit, and those fucking retards refuse to die. They'd rather live a life in shit,
diving into hell to feed all these useless piles of crap," she smiles wickedly, "and you wonder
why I like killing the motherfuckers. I'm doing what they all lack the balls to do. And I'm doing
it for free."

Preah whistles, this time loudly. Leateli tuns to the Arma as if she was fully capable of gouging
her eyes out.

"You seem to really like your job," she says.

Cryptic as usual...

Leateli is swift to turn back at you. "So you think I lack love, then?"

You... nod, slowly. And she laughs; loudly.

But then she stops. Leateli seems to freeze as if the smoke was really her only source of
ideas, only for her eyes to wander away and "hmm...!"

It ends with her grinning widely at you. Very widely, in fact; it's a picture you don't like.

"Why don't I show you, then?" She says, almost mockingly. "Everyone is all love and
flowers until shit hits the fan."

"What are you going to show her?" Preah asks, far too calmly to be calm (but fuck you if
you'd know).

Leateli stares deeply into you, her dark, twisted eyes shining brightly. And being naked and
covered in her clothes... doesn't help.

"EVERYTHING," she says.

You... share a look with Preah; the Arma's little grin vanished. You look behind them; Heather
and the hornmother are still stuck in their own little galaxy, giving small glances back at times.

...Everything?

>...ok?
>...no?
...what?

>>1573678
>...what?

We continue tomorrow! =w=
Nanananana

>>1573678
"What?"

>>1573910
>>1573704
>>1573678
>"What?"

Is she going to do some kinda mind meld and show us the universe all at once?

>>1573966
***That would crash Toast. Fakes can't hold that much information even with the limiters removed.***

>>1574767
>***That would crash Toast. Fakes can't hold that much information even with the limiters removed.***

Fakes can hold a fuck-ton of information. It's the limiters make them hold slightly less than
your average Jesus.

>>1574816
***But not the whole universe, don't be silly.***

>>1573704
>>1573910
>>1573966

"...what?" you mutter, almost under your breath.

"I'll ask this shit only once," Leateli warns, leaning so close to your face that you back off
in order to avoid getting headbutted. "Do you think love is cheap?"

You glace at her arms, firmly stretched over the table like two pillars.

>Yes.
>No.

>>1574838
Well death by enlightning does sound amusing.

>>1574851
"Love takes time and effort yes, that's part of what gives it value. However love is not finite, if I give you some of my love I haven't lost any after all. Cheap makes it sound low-quality thought... I would say that love is a very affordable luxury!~ <3"

>>1574838
Depends on how good your compression system is really. If the universe is as fractal as some think it might be fairly easy to store all of it.

>>1574854
There's a punishment in the Hitchhikers Guide to the Universe that is basically that, "The infinite Perspective Machine" all it does is shows you the entirety of the universe with a little "You Are Here" arrow and the sheer insignificance of your existence generally puts people into an existential coma. "also it uses some quantum BS to map the entire universe from a bit of fairy cake and a hot cup of tea.

Yet isn't it a bit too late to be intimidated?

"Love takes time and effort, yes, that's part of what gives it value," you start, slowly, as you
meekly hold her stare from below. "However love is not finite, if I give you some of my love I
haven't lost any after all."

A loud, sad sound startles you, and it was Leateli chuckling very hard. She's not saying a
word, though; just looking at you.

Yet you keep in stride. "Cheap makes it sound low-quality, though... I would say that love is a
very affordable luxury!"

Leateli's face twists. "Is that a fucking heart?"

"That is a heart," Preah recognizes.

"It's a heart," Leateli mutters. She is lost, then, staring at all the floating little hearts wandering
around you.

She gets startled when one explodes in front of her face, Preah's finger right behind it.

...It doesn't take too much for her insane smile to make a comeback, though.

"So love is very affordable, then," Leateli says, and then chomps a heart that strayed to close
to her face. "Right....," she smiles, "right...!"

...you quickly reconsider your choice of words.

----------------------To Be Continued!-----------------

>>1574851
"Love is... complicated. What can I really know about love when people have been arguing about it for millenniums without agreeing in anything? But no I don't think love is cheap. It might cost nothing material but it costs in something else. When you are in love everything in wonderful if the person you love also does so and responds to your affections. But when love is unrequited? Or when two people love each other but they can't be together? Then love is a torture. People have gone to war for love, people have done what was though impossible by love. Love is both one of the most destructive forces in the universe and one of the most powerful sources of inspiration for creation. You think I am just a stupid and naive child and maybe I am. But someone thought I was worth something once, to the point she died for me. So the least I can do is try to make up for that, to try to live the way I want to live even if everyone else tells me is stupid. I help people, is what I do. Helping others makes me happy even if they don't say thanks, even if they hate me for it. Does that answer your question?"

***Darn, I am impressed Toast, you do have a spine!***

>>1575095
2late my mango, I'll try to start next one soon. Also does Nielly love Roomba

I'm thinking the next thread up and it's going to take a while, so let's do a little 'ask.fm' with the cast, plot questions forbidden, any timeline counts. Just do a "To 'askjdhajsdajj' and ask stuff. Exceptions are Leaderhorn, Fair, and the guy Preah once stabbed in the ass with an icecream bowl.

>>1575250
Oi Laeteli, what if I told you there was someone out there who would consider it their greatest accomplishment to shoot you in the head and/or void bomb your entire crew? Would you be mad? Impressed by their stupidity? Simply laugh it off as the ravings of a lunatic? Or given your encounter with Vaal would you take it slightly seriously?

"Did he/she/it/the fuck want to end the world?
Yes? Good job, asshat.
No? GREAT JOB, ASSHAT.
I would be perma-mad if I cared about people wanting to splatter my fucking brains across the wall. Most people do. The ones that don't care about the world and not me.

And who wouldn't be impressed by the motherfucker who managed to take on six elite Armas at the same time. Fuck that Vaal and FUCK her fetish, she can drown Roomba in shit for all I care.

And it's Leateli you retard. LE-A-TELI."

>>1575250
Broken Horn Leader, why didn't you just let Roomba die for you?

I'm still alive.

>>1575115
***Eh... she is like my big sister but those idiots programed me, so who knows? We are basically Yin Yang siblings. They probably.. no I looked in the forum, they totally ship that.***

>>1575634
Why wouldn't you let Roomba die for you?

>>1575901
I'm still alive.

>>1575890
We admit jack-shit!

>>1576046
If Leateli came to kill someone who was helping people but didn't know who it was, why wouldn't you ket Roomba die for you?

>>1576097

***Fine.***

>>1576510
I would. Roomba has, as far as I'm concerned, backups of her memory and personality hidden
at several places. That does not mean she's not going to die, but this is not about her, and
this is not about me either; it's about everyone. While it may seem selfish, in the end, this
consideration will allow me to keep doing my job and, in the end, support the surface
dwellers in their endeavors to survive. I may live, but only to keep on doing what the
previous Roomba would have.

I take that answers the question? I do feel the question was vague at some points.

>>1577894
Okay.


Leateli do you love Roomba? Or she is just a toy to play with?

>>1578204
I just want to fuck the stupid thing.

>>1578304
Roomba, who are you in love with?

>>1579212
Yes!~

>>1579230
Does that mean "no"? D:

>>1579239
It's a funny way of saying everyone/everything. It might not be all the same kinds of love, but anon didn't specify which kind so I can give that broad of an answer in reply!~

>>1579272
Hmm.
I buy it. =w=

>>1579272
Let me try this. What do you think of Leateli so far?

>>1579291
My initial assessment was mostly right, she's a very deeply hurt person and while just a simple pile of love won't fix anything I still feel like I should give her some... because really who else is going to?

>>1579302
How would you call the Heather? We have some ideas but nothing that /FITS/.

>>1579330
Didn't she already give her name? or a name for the sepcific combo of a limit fighter and a nitrolich? Because for that I would say you should make an acronym for MEGUCA and use that.

>>1579366
Maruca? Is a woman's name.

>>1579366
Nah, she doesn't have one yet. Also MEGUCA is too direct, don't you think?

>>1579524
Megan?

>>1579659
Forgive bully, what happens is that our Heather is already named Heather, but we don't know Heather-what. =I

>>1579672
Can't we just ask?

>>1579682
Sure, go ahead.

>>1579712
Heather what's your surname?

>>1579748
I'm Heather JUSTICE!!

>>1579798
But that's so plain...

>>1579798
Is JU571C3, right?

>>1579867
J
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C
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AND I LOVE ICECREAM

>>1579875
How to write words using a calculator

http://wikihow.com/Write-Words-With-a-Calculator