>>1666211
>What’s HER problem? They’re getting away!

>>1666211
>What’s HER problem? They’re getting away!

>>1666211
"What do you mean? They threatened us. Anyhow it's not like I would have enjoyed hurting them but incapacitating them was the only way to be certain we could escape since I didn't know if you could handle two by yourself.

Had you failed to take care of those two and I was tied up dealing with him, I would have been surrounded and we would have both been beaten. Then they'd have seen my ears and we would be fucked, wouldn't we? This is before mentioning the risk to both our lives and such.

Now we should get going before they return with more goons. Lest we actually have to spill blood."

>>1666211

>What’s HER problem? They’re getting away!
>Reflect a bit. Did you maybe try to go too far?

Writing.

“My problem? What the hell is your problem?” you retort. “It was a matter of self-defense. It’s not like I would’ve enjoyed hurting them or anything!” you tell her, glaring.

“Somehow I find that hard to believe,” she interjects quietly.

“ANYHOW,” you say, disregarding that little quip, “if you weren’t able to handle those two, we’d both be dead!” You straighten yourself up.

“What? Did you expect me to lose to some small fries like them? I’m a little insulted, frankly,” she sasses you, tugging on your arm. “Anyway, let’s go. I don’t wanna be here if someone reported the little ruckus we made,” she says as she drags you along with one arm, the bag in the other. Alright, getting back to the ship you can agree on, at least.

“Still!” you protest. That was dangerous and stupid! What if my hood had fallen off? What if they saw my--” You find yourself cut off as she covers your mouth with a hand.

“Yes, yes, we can discuss that once we’re on the ship. For now, be grateful that you’re still standing,” she hisses, slowly removing her hand from your mouth. “Still, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little impressed that a primitive creature like yourself managed to scare one off,” she backhandedly compliments you.

“And I’m impressed a little doggy fought off two big and scary animals. I guess dogs still feel the need to protect their masters,” you quip back. She rolls her eyes and continues on her way, giving your arm a bit of a harsh tug. You let out a deep breath. Ah, that calms you down a bit. Perhaps you’d gone a little far with your attack, but you don’t regret it. You were only doing what you thought was best at the time, after all.

As the both of you walk, you find yourself stumbling over the tiniest of cracks. Your legs almost feel too heavy to keep pressing on. Damn, you’d really taken a lot out of yourself with that little display. Maybe a little rest is in order, but that risks those thugs catching up to you. Of course, you could try pressing on, but there’s no guarantee you’ll make it. Or you could maybe swallow your pride and ask her to… Nah. Still, you need to make a decision.

>Ask for a break. Risk being found.
>Continue onward. Risk your legs giving out.
>Ask her to carry you
>Other?

>>1666263
>Continue onward. Risk your legs giving out.
We ain't no bitch

>>1666263
>Continue onward. Risk your legs giving out.

>>1666263
>>Continue onward. Risk your legs giving out.

>>1666263
>Continue onward. Risk your legs giving out.

>>1666263
>Continue onward. Risk your legs giving out.

Choice accepted.

Roll 1d100 to see how successful you are at staying up. Best of three as always.

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>1666280

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>1666280

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>1666280

>>1666281
>>1666283
>>1666285
Writing.

>>1666211
The Thread with kittens came
So have I

You shake it off. You’re not going to stop like some weakling! You attempt to straighten up and tough it out. All you need to do is make it to the ship. With a grunt, you set off alongside Amber. After all, how hard can it be?

Very hard as it turns out. Though you are able to walk for some distance, you eventually find that your legs can no longer support you. You fall to your hands knees, panting heavily. Damn it. It seems that you overexerted yourself! “What’s wrong, little boy? You a little tuckered out from the small fight?” she asks you with a smirk. She walks in front of your kneeling body. “My oh my, I’m not royalty, but I do like you worshipping me like this,” she teases, a hand on her hip. That smug little…!

“As if I’d worship such a spoiled princess,” you spit back. You look up at her, a frown clear on your face. Somehow though, you can tell giving that insult in your position didn’t have the effect you would have liked it to have. Either way, your journey is going to be delayed a bit. Try as you might to get your legs to move, they simply won’t cooperate with you! Damn. Looks like you’re going to rest them for a little while before you’re up and running again. The question was whether you’d do that resting here or in the ship.

So, here you are, almost kneeling in front of Amber, and your legs just won’t work with you. Your entire body is sore, as a matter of fact. You doubt you’ll be able to crawl back to the ship in your condition, so that option is probably out. That leaves either resting here or having someone help. What’ll it be?

>Wait it out. You’re walking back to the ship on your own two legs, no matter how long it takes. You might worry the crew or get found by those thugs though.
>Get dragged. The floor wouldn’t be the most comfortable thing to get dragged on, and it’d probably ruin your clothes. Still, you’ll get to the ship relatively soon.
>Get carried by Amber. She’s plenty strong, and you’re not exactly a heavyweight after your ice nap. Still, it might be embarrassing.
>Send a message to the ship. Have some of their guys pick you up. Might take a bit longer than getting help from amber, and it carries the risk of being found while you wait for someone to arrive. Still, it would be faster than waiting for your legs to recover on their own and potentially be less embarrassing.
>Write in

>>1666309
>Get carried by Amber. She’s plenty strong, and you’re not exactly a heavyweight after your ice nap. Still, it might be embarrassing.

>>1666309
>Get carried by Amber. She’s plenty strong, and you’re not exactly a heavyweight after your ice nap. Still, it might be embarrassing.

Cant be that embarrasing to overdo it your first time out in who knows how damn long. We need to learn our limits anyway.

>>1666309
>Wait it out. You’re walking back to the ship on your own two legs, no matter how long it takes. You might worry the crew or get found by those thugs though.

>Write-in
"If you want you can drag me off to somewhere a bit more secluded while I recover but I ain't moving far nor under my own power for now."

>>1666309
>Get carried by Amber. She’s plenty strong, and you’re not exactly a heavyweight after your ice nap. Still, it might be embarrassing.

Writing.

Gulping, you decide to take the least risky and least physically painful option. “So… Umm… Would you like... “ You pause, looking to the side and scratching your cheek.

“Hmm? What was that? Speak up a bit, dear,” she replies, putting a hand to one of her ears. She isn’t going to make this easy, is she? You clear your throat.

“Would you… Would you…” You pause again. She gestures for you to go on, her mouth curled into a smug grin. “Could you carry me back to the ship?” you spit out quickly. She seems to stifle a laugh.

“Can you repeat that for me? A little louder, please,” she requests haughtily. Yep, not easy.

“Would you carry me back to the ship?” you ask, a bit louder.

“Louder~” she demands, crouching down a bit. “And please use my name,” she adds, her tail swishing mischievously from side to side.

“Would. You. Carry. Me. Back. Fluffy!” you nearly shout in her face. Her expression sours.

“My real name,” she amends, rolling her eyes. Damn, she wouldn’t let you have that much?

You clear your throat. “Would you carry me back to the ship, Amber,” you request, holding back an urge to elbow the doggirl. Seeming satisfied, she turns around and grabs your thighs.

“You better not get any funny ideas while you’re up there,” she says. Sighing, you press your chest to her back as she hoists you up. Damn, she is pretty strong. Must be how she managed to win a two on one. Still though, you don’t like it much. Lucky for you, the hood obscures your face, so this isn’t completely terrible. Amber then begins her quick walk to the ship. Awful nice of her to agree, but you suspect it was partially because of the stares you two get as you pass by the less seedy area of the island. You can hear a snicker here and there as well as a comment or two about who’s in charge of your relationship. Pshh, as if you would get in a relationship with her.

Still, this situation is preferable to being found by those thugs with no way to run. It’ll take a little while to get back to the ship at this rate. Maybe you can chat a bit. Or not.

>Thank her for the help.
>Ask her why she’s such a bitch—err, why she acts so aggressively toward you
>Ask about the captain. He didn’t mean to get you two almost killed, did he? Maybe also ask about why you two were paired up when she clearly didn’t think much of your kind.
>Tease her a bit more. That’s always fun and surely won’t backfire when you’re the one riding on her back.
>Ask her about something else (write-in)
>Don’t say anything and just get back to the ship.

>>1666392
>Thank her for the help.
>Ask her why she’s such a bitch—err, why she acts so aggressively toward you

>>1666392
>Ask her why she’s such a bitch—err, why she acts so aggressively toward you

>Thank her for the help.
>Ask her why she’s such a bitch—err, why she acts so aggressively toward you

Tbh we're being kind of a dick here too. We should probably apologize (but not without her apologizing).

Still Bestcat>Dormouse>Literal Bitch

>>1666403
Oh yeah and thank her too.

>>1666392

>Ask about the captain. He didn't mean to get you two almost killed, did he? Maybe also ask about why you two were paired up when she clearly didn't think much of your kind.

>>1666392
>Thank her for the help.
>Ask her why she’s such a bitch—err, why she acts so aggressively toward you
>Ask about the captain. He didn’t mean to get you two almost killed, did he? Maybe also ask about why you two were paired up when she clearly didn’t think much of your kind.

>>1666392
>Thank her for the help.
>Ask her why she’s such a bitch—err, why she acts so aggressively toward you
>Ask about the captain. He didn’t mean to get you two almost killed, did he? Maybe also ask about why you two were paired up when she clearly didn’t think much of your kind.

As you walk, you have a little time to think. Well, no matter how much you two insulted each other from the moment you first met, she was still nice enough to carry you back when she could take the much more painful option of dragging you. And you wouldn’t have been able to escape without her taking on two of the thugs… So, you guess you can give her a gesture in good faith.

“Hey, uh… Thanks for all the help you’re giving me. No bullshit, I appreciate it,” you say to her slowly.

“Oh? You’re thanking me? No clever quip about canines this time? No joke about my attitude? You all out of insults?” she sneers at you.

“No, not this time. I do appreciate it,” you reply, looking to the side. She pauses, seeming taken aback by your sincerity. There will be plenty of enemies to make in this new world. It wouldn’t do you well to make them with the ship’s crew. It takes her several seconds to think of a response.

“Ah… Of course you must thank me! It is only the right thing to do after I’ve saved you!” she responds quickly, although the zest of her usual responses is only half-there. Alright, you’re in a good position right now. Don’t fuck it up.

“So, uh… about the captain. Do you know why he’d pair us up? I mean, it’s no secret that you aren’t too fond of my kind,” you ask her slowly. She shrugs in response.

“I can’t say I know. He’s always been a bit of an odd one. Always sticking to his gut, and his gut said to pair me with you. Not that I was too happy to be pulled away from my duties,” she tells you. “You’d have to ask him yourself, really,” she adds.

“While we’re on that subject… Is there any reason you’ve been such a—I mean so hostile toward me? From before I even spoke a word to you?” you ask. She pauses and frowns.

“Wha-what’s it to you?” she snaps back, picking up the pace.

“Come on, I was only trying to—” you start.

“It’s ‘cause of Nunya,” she interrupts you.

“Nunya?”

“Nunya business, freezer boy,” she scoffs. Seems she didn’t want to talk about it. She stops in front of the ship. She’s about to hand you off to one of the waiting musclemen. Seems like the captain expected you to have trouble walking. Figures. It seems that you two will part soon. Anything you need to do before she goes?

>Press her for more info
>Say that you hope to work with her again
>Pet her ears briefly before you’re handed off. Can't pass up an opportunity.
>Tease her one last time before you go
>Don't say anything
>Write-in

>>1666489
>Say that you hope to work with her again

Nothing more, nothing less. petting her ears might be actually hazardous to our health right now.

>>1666489
>Tease her one last time before you go

>>1666489
>>Pet her ears briefly before you’re handed off. Can't pass up an opportunity.
>Tease her one last time before you go

>>1666489
>Say that you hope to work with her again
>Pet her ears briefly before you’re handed off. Can't pass up an opportunity.
Use that pavlov mah nigga. Gotta reward then doggos when they do good

>>1666489
>Pet her ears briefly before you’re handed off. Can't pass up an opportunity.
>Tease her one last time before you go

Youl find her a tasty trat latter on
Also mybe we should try comanding the dog people?
Like pretty much all dogs will fetch and gernaly oby when a higher up is talking to them
So if we (the old ones made this guys) could give them old dog comands e.g sit, roll over and fetch
But only works in the old speak

>>1666517
Are you okay, anon

Autocorrect or should we call medical help

>>1666522
Im too far gone from med help
Also o phone
So a bit of both

>>1666489
>Press her for more info
>Say that you hope to work with her again

>>1666515
>>1666517

(>>1666503 here)
Honestly we just showed her we're not as much of a dong as she is. So at least i vote to keep our moral high ground.

>>1666539
I didn't meant to tease her. Just say you want to work with her again and petting her to show warmness.

Guys for real? We already know that touching ears is akin to groping someone, you want to grope her as we leave just after we tried being a bit nice to her?

>>1666489
>say that you hope to work with her again.

can i vote against ear grabbing

Closing the vote.

Okay change mine to just saying nice to work with you

“Hope to work with you again, Fluffy,” you tease her, chuckling. Her ears perk up at this. You consider fondling them a bit and are even reaching for them, but you change your mind. You don’t want to push things too far, after all.

“What was that?” she growls at you.

You laugh. “It was just a last little tease,” you reply with a smile. “I mean it though. Thanks for coming with me. You were fantastic out there today,” you quickly add in the most sincere voice you can muster.

“Is that so…?” she responds, her ear twitching. “Well… I guess you weren’t half bad out there either, for a lesser evolved race anyway,” she says with a wink. You chuckle. “Catch ya later, Amber,” you say as you are lifted from her back by the taller and burlier crewmember. You are carried over his shoulder. You have at Amber as you grow further apart. She waves back at you, a slight smile on her face.

Up to the ship you go. You do not find yourself being taken to the sleeping quarters for some much needed rest. Instead, you’re entering the captain’s quarters again. The shiphand plops you down on the chair in front of the Captain’s desk, says something in their language and takes his leave. You can see the bag you tried to retrieve beside you. Well, you can’t move from here now given the whole leg-thing. The Captain leans forward on his desk toward you.

“Welcome back, Jack! It seems the errand went well!” he beams in a jolly manner. “I knew I’d sent the right man for the job!” he says, laughing heartily. Awful cheery for a guy who nearly got someone ancient and one of his crew killed. Worse still, you can’t simply walk away since your legs still haven’t healed. You let out a sigh and consider what to say to the dear captain.

>Confront him about the ordeal. What was he thinking trying to rip them off?
>Ask why he asked you in particular to do this. If anything, wouldn’t you be the last guy asked for the job.
>Ask why you and Amber were paired up.
>Just request some sleep. You aren’t in the mood to talk to him just yet.
>Write in.

>>1666594

>"I have questions."
>Just ask everything.

>>1666594
>Confront him about the ordeal. What was he thinking trying to rip them off?
>Ask why he asked you in particular to do this. If anything, wouldn’t you be the last guy asked for the job.
>Ask why you and Amber were paired up.

>>1666594
>Ask why he asked you in particular to do this. If anything, wouldn’t you be the last guy asked for the job.
>Ask why you and Amber were paired up.

Writing.

You let out a deep breath and stare down the captain. “I have a few questions if you don’t mind,” you say to him.

“I’m all ears, boy,” he replies, standing from his seat. You nod, closing your eyes. Then, you take a deep breath.

“What the hell were you thinking?!” you bark at him.

“I beg your pardon?” he approaches you. You tense up a bit.

“I mean… Why did you try to pull a fast one on those guys? You could have gotten me and Amber seriously hurt! They saw through that trick in s snap!” you elaborate, still glaring at him.

“Oh, that,” he says, hoisting the bag over his shoulder. “That’s quite simple. Why pay for something you can get for free?” he says, returning to his desk. “I will admit that I expected things to go more smoothly, but fights sometimes cannot be helped,” he states, setting the bag on the floor.

“If you knew a fight could have broken out, why did you send me then?” you ask.

He chuckles. “That’s simple. To ascertain your trustworthiness and potential. A test of sorts,” he tells you simply. A lousy test? That’s what this was about? “Of course, that evaluation depends on what your partner reports, but do not worry. I will take into account your partner’s biases,” he adds with a nod. So, he knew.

“If you were aware that she hates the Earless,” you say as you pull off your hood, “then why did you pair her up with me in the first place?” you ask, frowning.

“Well, for one, she is one of the dear crew members who can speak English, which you requested,” he says with a shrug. “On top of that, her combat ability is not to be trifled with. I figured that she would be able to protect you if things turned south or capture you if you tried to make a run for it with the goods,” he says with a grin. “Plus, that little hate of hers toward your kind would be a problem on this here ship. I thought spending some time with one would maybe change her mind,” he calmly states, his mouth curled into a grin.

“But there was no guarantee she would’ve protected me, let alone gotten along with me,” you point out.

“Eh, I like to gamble,” he replies with a laugh. “And you’re still alive, so I think my instincts were correct. Of course, I’ll know for sure once she reports what happened. Nothing to make me regret giving you a place on this ship, hmm?” he leans forward a bit. Well… You shake your head.

“So… That’s what it was then… A test,” you say slowly, to which he nods. You let out a sigh. Damn fool.

“Now…” he places the bag on the desk. “Care to help yourself to the spoils of your endeavor?” he asks, gesturing to the bag with his thumb. Judging by the nature of the deal, you can only assume it is a drug of some sort.

>Indulge yourself. You deserve some time to wind down.
>Nah. Decline the offer and ask to get some sleep. You’re tired.
>Nah. Decline and ask about chatting with someone you already know. (Who?)
>Write in

>>1666687
>Nah. Decline the offer and ask to get some sleep. You’re tired.

You literally can't move under your own power, time for some rest.

>>1666687
>Nah. Decline the offer and ask to get some sleep. You’re tired.

>>1666687
>>Nah. Decline the offer and ask to get some sleep. You’re tired.

>>1666687
>Nah. Decline the offer and ask to get some sleep. You’re tired.

You put your hand up. “Nah. I think I’ll pass this time around,” you reply to him. “I’m pretty beat from that trip, so I need some sleep, ya know?” you say to him. The captain shrugs.

“I understand, Jack. I understand that even you have your limits,” he says with a light chuckle. You hear him yell something in that language, and within minutes, you have two men at your side. Dog and cat. The captain barks some orders at them, and you find yourself lifted by your arms and being carried to the sleeping quarters. You arrive after several minutes and are lain down. The two nameless men are quick to leave. Ah, finally some rest. You shift and turn until you’re lying on your stomach. You can see a few others sleeping beside you. Snores fill the room, and it’s quite dark.

You still have a long way to go until you are as strong and agile as the others on this ship. Still, you plan to regain a bit of the weight you lost during your long nap. That seems like a fine thing to work toward for now. Maybe you could even be one of the explorers of the ruins of your contemporaries with time. That might be fun. With a yawn, you shut your eyes and go to sleep.

Day Two Complete

…

…

As you are roused from your sleep, it hits you just how _sore_ your body is. Each movement of your arms and legs sends aches of pain through your limbs. Ah, that’s not pleasant at all. With a loud groan, you sit up. It’s probably best to take it easy for today. Placing a hand on your chin, you think about what to do today. First order of business though: Food. If you were ever going to go from underweight to a normal one, you need this. It might be a bit lonely eating by yourself, so maybe you could invite someone.

Invite…
>Naomi. It might be good to talk about the “errand” you were on.
>Rags. Never got the chance to patch things up with him.
>Amber. You didn’t get to chat as much as you’d liked on the walk home.
>Search for that mouse girl. Maybe you can figure out her name if you find her.
>No one. No need to trouble any of the crew.

>>1666739
>>Search for that mouse girl. Maybe you can figure out her name if you find her.

>>1666739
>Rags. Never got the chance to patch things up with him.

>>1666739
>Rags. Never got the chance to patch things up with him.

>>1666739
>Rags. Never got the chance to patch things up with him.

Writing.

You decide to see if you can get Rags to eat with you. After all, you didn’t get the chance to chat with him before. Plus, a bit more time has passed, so he’s probably not as mad anymore. Probably. With a loud groan, you stand up from the bed. Planting your feet on the ground sends tingles up your legs. Yes, it hurt, but that was to be expected after your display yesterday. Taking a deep breath, you begin your walk out of the room. Each step sends a small jolt of pain up your spine, but you suck it up. This is nothing that you can’t handle. Placing your hood on your head, you wander out of the room. No need to draw stares this time around.

You make your way around the ship. This time, you are not looked at or stopped nearly as often as you were the first time you were looking for Rags. In fact, it’s quite nice to not be bombarded with stares as you stroll throughout the ship. Your next order of business is to actually find the bear-man. First, you decide to check up on where you saw him last. To your delight, he is there indeed. And he’s alone as well. You approach him to ask if he’d like to grab a bite to eat with you.

“Hmm…” He puts his hand on his chin in thoughts for a few moments. “Why do you ask to eat with me, earless one?” he asks you.

“Just to uh… Get to know one of my saviors a bit better. You in?” you reply with a shrug. He contemplates your offer for a few moments before grunting in agreement.

You two take a walk down to the eating area. You ask him to order for you, since the chef probably wasn’t privy to your language. As you take a seat, you let out a sigh of relief. It was nice to be off your legs for a little bit. He agrees to order your meal for you, returning a few minutes later with some dishes of raw phish. He hands you the smaller of the two portions. Ah… Lovely. Rags dives into the meal whole-heartedly, tearing apart the fish with great force. You hesitate on whether you should eat your meal and decide to have a conversation instead. So… What’s the first order of business with Rags?

>Ask him how he’s been. What his goals are. Break the ice a bit.
>Ask Rags about his job on the ship.
>Ask Rags what he thinks of you.
>Ask Rags about him and Naomi.
>Apologize for the incident with Naomi.
>Write-in.

>>1666827
>Ask him how he’s been. What his goals are. Break the ice a bit.
>Ask Rags about his job on the ship.
>Apologize for the incident with Naomi.

>>1666827
>Ask him how he’s been. What his goals are. Break the ice a bit.

>>1666827
>Ask him how he’s been. What his goals are. Break the ice a bit.
>Ask Rags about his job on the ship.
>Apologize for the incident with Naomi.

>>1666827
>Ask him how he’s been. What his goals are. Break the ice a bit.
>Ask Rags about his job on the ship.
>Ask Rags what he thinks of you.
>Ask Rags about him and Naomi.
>Apologize for the incident with Naomi.

>>1666827
>Ask him how he’s been. What his goals are. Break the ice a bit.

Writing.

You clear your throat and look up at the man. You try to put on a friendly smile, which catches his attention. “Why are you smiling, runt?” he asks bluntly. You wipe the smile off your face and clear your throat.

“Ah, I was just wondering how you were doing and all,” you reply, looking off to the side.

“Fine. I am fine,” he responds as he swallows a chunk of the phish. He doesn’t say anything else. Must not be much of a conversationalist.

“So, I wanted to get to know you a bit,” you say to him, rubbing the back of your neck. “What’re your, uh, goals?” you ask.

“Protect my family. Move into permanent settlement,” he replies almost robotically. “I am simple man with simple wants, earless one,” he tells you. His responses are rather short and stiff.

“Ah… Admirable goals I would say. My father wanted those things too,” you say to him. Well, he did at one point anyway. “So, that’s why you took this job, right?” He nods in response. “Ah, and what job would that be if you don’t mind me asking?”

He scratches the stubble on his chin a bit. “I work as the retriever and as the transporter. First job I took to protect Naomi, second for payment,” he explains. “Very good work. Captain is very good man,” he adds simply. You nod. You don’t know about that last statement, but now isn’t the time to bring that up.

With a deep breath, you say, “Ah, right… There was one more reason I wanted to chat with you.” He cocks an eyebrow at you.

“Please say reason,” he says bluntly.

You take a few moments to say it. “Well… It’s about that little ear incident from the other day,” you say, looking down and to the right. Out of your peripheral vision, you can see him tense up. He grunts to let you know to get on with it. “I just wanted to say I was sorry… I was too hasty with this new world. So, I wanted to apologize for doing that in front of you,” you mutter. You see his muscles relax after a moment.

“So… That is why you called me,” he says in a slow, deep voice. He clears his throat. “I am not mad now,” he says simply. “I like that you are remorseful,” he adds, his eyes closed. “She is not mad, so I am not either,” he says to you. His eyes open. “If you do that again without permission of her, you will not like me,” Rags tells you in a firm voice. You gulp and nod. Still, he did throw “permission of her” in there, so maybe you have a chance.

He has already wolfed down his food by the time you are done with your question. This guy eats fast. Burping, he stands from his seat. “Thank you for talk, earless one,” he states.

>”Eh, it was no problem. See you later. Want my food for the road?” Give Rags your raw phish.
>”It’s cool. Thanks for the chat. I gotta eat.” Eat your raw phish.
>”Ah, I have one more question!” (What?)
>Leave the area as well. You have other things to do today.

>>1666946
>”Eh, it was no problem. See you later. Want my food for the road?” Give Rags your raw phish.

>>1666946
>”Ah, I have one more question!”
Why "Rags?"

>>1666946
>”It’s cool. Thanks for the chat. I gotta eat.” Eat your raw phish.

>>1666946

>”It’s cool. Thanks for the chat. I gotta eat.” Eat your raw phish.

>>1666946
>”It’s cool. Thanks for the chat. I gotta eat.” Eat your raw phish.

>>1666946
>”It’s cool. Thanks for the chat. I gotta eat.” Eat your raw phish.

>>1666946
>>”It’s cool. Thanks for the chat. I gotta eat.” Eat your raw phish.

>>1666946
>”It’s cool. Thanks for the chat. I gotta eat.” Eat your raw phish.

“Ah, one more question,” you interrupt his leave. “Why ‘Rags’?” you ask him. He chuckles with a grin.

“It is like short version of my name, Ragnard. Also when I joined this ship a long time ago, that is all I wore. That changed, but my nickname has not,” he says. “Did you want to know other things?” he asks. You shake your head. He was probably busy.

“It’s cool. Thanks for the chat. I gotta eat,” you say, waving him away. He gives you a nod and is on his way. You turn your head down to the food at hand. Raw phish. It’s quite cold and slimy. It tastes like what you’d expect, raw fish. You do not find it particularly pleasant without any other ingredients to add to the flavor. Still, you gotta take what you can get when it comes to nutrients right now. It takes you some time to devour the whole thing, but you eventually do.

With that out of the way, you stand up and lean on the wall. Your legs still hurt, and the ship’s swaying certainly didn’t help. Now, you’ve talked to Rags, and it seems he’s accepted your apology. That’s one less thing to worry about. You make your way out of the eating area and onto the top deck. All around you is the vast expanse of ocean. It seems that you left the docks some time ago along with that small town. You can smell the salt of the sea passing you by and the wind in your hair. Makes you wonder where you’re off to now. Still, your muscles are killing you with how sore they are. Better hope that you don’t have to do anything extraneous soon.

Now, what to do next?

>Search for Amber. Maybe chat a bit.
>Search for Naomi. Catch up and all that.
>Look for that mouse girl. Maybe she can teach you something.
>Ask the captain about what he plans on doing with you. You doubt he’ll just keep the last of your kind as a crewhand. Maybe figure out where the ship is headed as well.
>Find the nurse or whatever the equivalent position is on this ship. Maybe they’ll have painkillers for your soreness.
>Write in

>>1667011
>Ask the captain about what he plans on doing with you. You doubt he’ll just keep the last of your kind as a crewhand. Maybe figure out where the ship is headed as well.

>>1667011
>Look for that mouse girl. Maybe she can teach you something.

>>1667011
>Find the nurse or whatever the equivalent position is on this ship. Maybe they’ll have painkillers for your soreness.

>>1667011
>Look for that mouse girl. Maybe she can teach you something.

>>1667011
>Find the nurse or whatever the equivalent position is on this ship. Maybe they’ll have painkillers for your soreness.

Writing.

Placing a hand on your chin, you think about what to do for a little while. Hmm… What to do? What to do? You consider you many options as you lean on the railing of the ship. After thinking for a little while, you decide to try and look for a nurse. Surely they had some painkillers or something. Anything to make the aching in your muscles go away.

You ask around the ship for directions, but you struggle to find someone who understands English enough to direct you to the meds. It is quite frustrating to be completely honest, but you need to find those pills or anything really. You consider who you know can speak English. There was of course Rags, but you already bothered him. Naomi was probably busy. And you had a feeling that you didn’t want to ask Amber.

After a while, you settle on the mouse girl. She seemed nice enough, and she might know more about your situation. Or at least, she’s studied your past… your present… their past, your present… Whatever. She probably knows a bit about the earless from before they disappeared. With that in mind, you set off to find her.

Still, finding one person on a single ship can be difficult at times. Still, you recall her mentioning being the captain’s assistant of sorts, so maybe if you wait by the captain’s quarters for long enough, she’ll appear. Well, it’s the best lead you’ve got considering you don’t even know her name yet. With that in mind, you set off toward the captain’s quarters to wait a little while. As you wait, you take a small look around the ship. Much of the crew is bustling about while others chat in their own little cliques, presumably on break.

After a while of waiting, the girl indeed shows her face. Pulling off your hood, you give her a smile. She seems taken aback by your sudden appearance.

“A-ah! W-were y-you looking f-for me, e-earless one?” she stutters, taken aback by your sudden appearance. Ah, she was nervous as ever.

“Deep breaths,” you repeat to her. To which she nods and calms herself down a bit.

“D-did you need something?” she asks you. You nod in response and explain how you were looking for a way to ease the soreness in your muscles. “Hmm… No, I don’t know of an easy way… Most sailors simply rest until they can feel better,” she explains. Hmm… So, time was the best medicine on this here ship. Figures. Still, you had her here… Maybe you could chat a bit.

>Her name?
>Her goal in being on this ship.
>Her thoughts on the earless.
>Just get to rest. She said it was the best thing.

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Aaaand that wraps up session number three. Please do vote, as I will use those answers to write tomorrow’s post. Will be continuing at the same time we started today, 10 AM PST. Sorry if this seems abrupt. I hope you’ve enjoyed and hope you’ll join me again tomorrow!

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>>1667137
>Her name?
>Her goal in being on this ship.
>Her thoughts on the earless.

Thanks for running!

>>1667137
Name

>>1667137
>Her name

>>1667137
>Her thoughts on the earless.

>>1667137
>Her name?

>>1667137
>>Her name?
>>Her goal in being on this ship.
>>Her thoughts on the earless.

wan sum fuk

Rolled 22, 92, 1, 5, 84, 4, 28, 24, 95, 11 = 366 (10d100)

>>1667137
>Her name?
>Her goal in being on this ship.
>Her thoughts on the earless.

Right, right. Of course. You still need to learn her name! You take a look down at the petite mouse girl and smile. “Ah, I never caught your name. Would you mind sharing it with me?” you request, crouching to her eye level. She takes an uneasy step away from you, pausing before giving you an answer.

“It’s… It’s Marissa…” she answer after a few seconds.

“Ah, that’s a nice name. I’m Jack,” you say, offering a handshake. “Nice to meet’cha,” you add. She reluctantly takes your hand and gives you a weak shake. Once you let go, she quickly withdraws her hand.

“I-it’s nice to meet you to, Jack,” she replies with a nod. “N-Now… Was there anything else you needed?” she asks, looking up at you.

“Uh... Depends on if you’re busy or not,” you reply quickly. She quickly shakes her head in response. “Well, that’s good then… You said you were a, uh… Anthropologist, was it? That’s like the study of people, right?” you ask. You did take a class or two during your brief attendance of college, so you were a little familiar with the subject, even if you don’t remember the specifics. She gives you a quick nod. “So, I was hoping to ask you about your… Research, if you don’t mind. More specifically, your thoughts on the earless,” you say, smiling. The girl considers your request for a few minutes before deciding.

“That w-would be fine with me… I hope you l-let me ask a few questions as well. S-Still, I’d be much more comfortable talking about this in my s-study… Would y-you mind coming with me to it?” Marissa asks you. Ah, maybe you can learn a bit more about how things have changed since you were “asleep.” You consider whether to travel with her to this study. It wouldn’t be too much trouble, you imagine. However, if you have something else to do…

>Accept her offer. Go to the study and chat there.
>Politely decline. You want to meet with someone else. (Who?)
>Politely decline. You have other things to do. (What?)
>Insist she answer here. Faster that way.

>>1669650
>Accept her offer. Go to the study and chat there.

>>1669650
>>Accept her offer. Go to the study and chat there.
As long as you don't try to measure my head as proof for something, such theories had been long disproven even before I was born.

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>>1669650
>>Accept her offer. Go to the study and chat there.
Let's be honest, we've got nothing else going on. Also, ask if there's food involved, we gotta start bulking up. We gotta be snacking at all times if we want to get normal in the foreseeable future

>>1669650
>>Accept her offer. Go to the study and chat there.

>>1669650
>>Accept her offer. Go to the study and chat there.

>>1669650
>Accept her offer. Go to the study and chat there.

Writing.

What’s the harm in accepting that offer? “Throw in some snacks, and you’ve got a deal,” you reply as you give Marissa a nod and thumbs up.

She gives you a light laugh. “S-sounds like a deal, Jack!” she exclaims with a nod. “Please follow me,” she says softly, turning around and beginning to walk. With a nod, you place your hood over your head and follow her. Her slender tail hovers just above the wooden floorboards of the ship as the two of you walk. Marissa’s head is constantly whipping around to sudden noises, no matter how faint they are. Well, maybe they were only faint to you. Regardless, she seems ready to bolt at any given moment, so you decide to keep an eye out lest she disappear from right under your nose.

The two of you arrive at a small locked door. Pulling out a key from her worn white coat, she removes the lock and pushes the door open. “Come in,” she squeaks, entering the door and beckoning for you to follow. You give her a nod and enter through the doorframe. You have to crouch to avoid hitting your forehead on the frame. Once you are inside and the candle is lit, you can see that her study is quite small, possessing a few chairs, a simple desk, and a few stacks of books strewn about. It’s pretty cozy if you say so yourself. “Please, h-have a seat,” she states, gesturing to one of the short chairs. You oblige her request and seat yourself. You can’t help but wince as you do so, your muscles clearly not appreciating the effort put forth. After closing the door, she takes a seat as well. “So… What is it you wanted to know?” she asks, placing her hands in her lap. You reply that you were curious about her thoughts on the Earless.

“Ah, yes… Them-err… Your kind,” she begins, gathering her thoughts. “I suppose it’s fascinating to see the lengths they went through to preserve humanity in some form… Admirable, even,” she says with a smile. She seems calmer when discussing something she’s studied. “Not only did they create us, the Kemomimi, but also, you…” she gestures to you, probably referring to the fact that you’re still alive right now. “I suppose I can respect them for that… It’s a shame that such drastic measures had to be taken in the first place,” she adds with a solemn nod.

“Now that I’ve answered one of your questions, would you mind letting me do something as well?” You cock your head to the side. “I’ve never seen one up close, so would you mind pulling that off to show me? And, umm, sorry if this is a bit forward, but it’s completely scientific… maybe touch it?” she asks, leaning closer to you.

>Uh... sure! Just don’t get too grabby or pull-y.
>You can see it. No touching.
>Ask her to clarify.
>Ask if you can leave.
>Decline.

>>1669762
>You can see it. No touching.

>>1669762
>>Uh... sure! Just don’t get too grabby or pull-y.

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>>1669762
>>Uh... sure!
She can touch them to her heart's content too, we ain't some pansies that can't handle some ear touching like the rest!

>>1669762
>>Uh... sure! Just don’t get too grabby or pull-y.

>>1669762
>Uh... sure! Just don’t get too grabby or pull-y.

You do mean my ears, right?

>>1669762
>Uh... sure! Just don’t get too grabby or pull-y.
>It's not a big deal for us or all that sensitive, just don't pull too hard

>>1669762
>Uh... sure! Just don’t get too grabby or pull-y.

Is she coming on to you? That’s the first thing that pops into your head. Nah, she’s obviously referring to your ears or something… Well, gotta make sure just in case.

“Just so we’re clear… You’re talking about my ears, right?” you ask her slowly.

“Of course! W-what else would I b-be talking abou—” She pauses as she goes through what she does said. You see blood rush to her cheeks. She begins to frown. “W-Why you—”

“Yeah, yeah you can touch them. Fine. Just don’t pull on ‘em too hard,” you interrupt as you quickly pull off your hood. She stops talking as she gets a closer look at your ears.

“R-Really?” she squeaks, moving closer.

“Yeah, yeah. That kind of thing isn’t a big deal for me at all,” you say bluntly as you cross your arms. With a nod, she stands up and makes sure the door is shut. She approaches you and reaches for your ears.

“A-And you’re sure this is really okay?” she tries to confirm with you once more. You give her a nod and gesture for her to get on with it. “TI see… Thank you,” she says, getting closer to you and grabbing one of your ears with her petite hands. “So… You don’t feel anything right now?” she asks, rubbing the top of your ear with a finger experimentally. So this is the treatment the inhabitants of this world go crazy about. Wow. It’s fucking nothing.

“Not particularly. Frankly, it’s just a small nuisance if anything,” you reply with a blank expression.

“I’m amazed… If you were one of us, you’d have shown something by now,” she says, bending your ear a bit as she observes it. “It’s soft yet firm… This must be cartilage, no?” she asks, letting go and simply looking at it closely. You can feel her breath on your cheek. You shrug. That sounded about right from your anatomy class quite a while ago, but you aren’t positive. She continues to observe and manipulate your ears, seeming fascinated by the structure. You hear a knock at the door. She did lock it right?

From behind the door, you hear a muffled but familiar voice. “Hey, Marissa, the captain was wondering if you—” the familiar female catgirl pauses, frozen mid-step into the room. Ah, it’s Naomi. You’d been meaning to talk to her again at some point. “Ah, I didn’t realize I was interrupting something here,” she says, beginning to back out of the room.

Marissa seems to notice her and quickly brings her hands back to herself. She squeaks, “A-Ah! I-It’s not w-what it looks l-like at all! I-I was j-just—!”

“No need for excuses. I understand that we’re at sea for a while… I’ll just, uhh, go, then,” the girl says slowly. “Don’t stop on account of me,” she adds, an awkward and clearly forced smile on her face as she begins turning around. Well, shoot. You need to decide quick.

>Get up and stop her. She has the wrong idea.
>Leave her be. You can explain later. Make sure to lock the door this time.
>Don’t get up; your legs are killing you. Tell her to stop moving so you can explain right now.
>Write-in

>>1669869
>Don’t get up; your legs are killing you. Tell her to stop moving so you can explain right now.

>>1669869
>>Don’t get up; your legs are killing you. Tell her to stop moving so you can explain right now.

>>1669869
>Don’t get up; your legs are killing you. Tell her to stop moving so you can explain right now.

>>1669869
>Get up and stop her. She has the wrong idea.

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>>1669869
>>Write-in
>"Wow, it's like one of my Japanese animes! Relax, the good doctor is only checking my ears for science, she's an anthropologist, that's her job, 'sides, I feel nothing, this whole ear business means nothing to me or the rest of the earless, touching them means absolutely nothing. Nothing.

>>1669869
>Don’t get up; your legs are killing you. Tell her to stop moving so you can explain right now.
>oh come down fuzzy, this doesn't do anything for earless

>>1669869
>>1669910
seconding

>>1669869
>Don’t get up; your legs are killing you. Tell her to stop moving so you can explain right now.
>oh come down fuzzy, this doesn't do anything for earless

>>1669869
>>>Write-in
>>"Wow, it's like one of my Japanese animes! Relax, the good doctor is only checking my ears for science, she's an anthropologist, that's her job, 'sides, I feel nothing, this whole ear business means nothing to me or the rest of the earless, touching them means absolutely nothing. Nothing.

Writing.

Huh. Well, you’ve seen this scenario play out about a million times before. “Huh. This is just like an anime I watched,” you say, placing a hand on your chin. “Hey, uh, Naomi, mind sticking around for just a minute?” She seems to stop and then turns to face you, crossing her arms.

“Look, I don’t want to interrupt whatever you’re doing here,” she says, looking to the side.

“Calm down, fuzzy. This doesn’t do anything for us Earless,” you explain looking up at her. Naomi’s ears perk up. “She’s one of those people trying to study us, y’know? Anthropology and all that. Isn’t that right, Marissa?” you say, taking a glance at the mouse girl. She nods profusely, not saying a word.

“So… It means nothing to you then,” she says, gulping. “Even so... You know exactly what that gesture means around here! Marissa especially!” she argues. You shrug.

“Look, all I’m saying is that this means nothing. Absolutely nothing,” you tell her confidently. “Heck, you could even touch them if you wanted,” you add, crossing your arms. Naomi shakes her head in response.

“Still… Just be more careful, okay? We don’t need rumors spreading that the Earless we pulled up is a lecher,” she says, twirling your hair. “I mean… You’re not, right?” You blow off the suggestion.

“Of course I’m not. You’d know if I was by now,” you reply with a roll of your eyes. “Like I said, the gesture means nothing where I’m from,” you reaffirm. Naomi seems to believe you. Good.

“Well… Anyhow… The captain was looking for you, Marissa. Better not keep him waiting,” the catgirl says slowly. Marissa gives her a quick nod.

“A-Ah! T-Thank you for the message! I’ll be r-right there! J-Jack, let’s chat more later! S-sorry for the misunderstanding!” she exclaims, scurrying out of the room. You let out a deep breath. This leaves you and Naomi in the small study.

“Sorry about barging in there and nearly freaking out. I didn’t expect you two to be doing that when I arrived,” Naomi apologizes, staring at the floor.

>”Ah, don’t worry about it. I should’ve thought about it more before I agreed.”
>”What? Were you jealous?” (Tease)
>”Eh, just make sure to knock next time.”
>”No worries. See you around.” (Ask her to leave)
>Write-in

>>1669987
>”Ah, don’t worry about it. I should’ve thought about it more before I agreed.”
>She said it was for 'science' s-she's not a pervert right?

>>1669987
>>”What? Were you jealous?” (Tease)
mybe next time ilput a hat on the door

>>1669987
>”What? Were you jealous?” (Tease)

>>1669987
>>”Ah, don’t worry about it. I should’ve thought about it more before I agreed.”
>>”What? Were you jealous?” (Tease)

>>1669987
>”Ah, don’t worry about it. I should’ve thought about it more before I agreed.”
>”What? Were you jealous?” (Tease)

>>1669987
>”What? Were you jealous?” (Tease)
>”Ah, don’t worry about it. I should’ve thought about it more before I agreed.”

>>1669987
>”What? Were you jealous?” (Tease)
>Eh, just make sure to knock next time.”

>>1669987
>>”Ah, don’t worry about it. I should’ve thought about it more before I agreed.”
But she did close the door for a reason.

“Ah, don’t worry about it,” you reply with a shrug. “I should’ve known better after learning about the significance of that gesture firsthand,” you add, chuckling.

“Well… That’s good that you realize that. All I’m saying is that you shouldn’t just let people feel your ears up like that,” she replies, twirling a lock of her hair.

“What? Were you jealous that she got to it before you?” you tease her, smirking. She scoffs.

“Yeah, right,” she replies in a sarcastic tone. “I’m just dying to touch the hair of some lanky guy that I met a few days ago,” she continues, leaning against a wall. “I might just take you up on that offer though,” she adds with a toothy grin. “I mean, you still owe me from when we met, remember?”

How could you forget? You’re pretty sure Rags would’ve pounded you if she hadn’t stepped in! “Is that so? Aren’t you being a bit hypocritical after that little lecture you just gave me?” you fire back.

She shrugs and approaches you. “You said it yourself, didn’t you? It means nothing to you Earless, doesn’t it?” she responds, a hand on her hip. Well, that is true. Plus, she did say that she was curious about your kind the other day. That is the reason she explores those ruins, is it? “On top of that, you already let that girl touch them, so what’s the harm in one more set of hands messing with them a bit?” she adds. This is also true.

You adjust yourself in your chair. You’d be sure to lock the door this time if you accepted, that’s for sure. You think about how to respond to her little request. She did seem genuinely curious, but what if other people found out that you let two people touch them and felt nothing? People might start pulling on them just to test out that rumor! Or, that’s your guess anyway. People can be a little too curious at times, especially when it comes to things that seem impossible but are easy to prove true or false at a glance.

With all that in mind, you consider how to respond.

>“Yeah, sure. Just lemme touch yours in return. Even, right?”
>”Yeah, whatever. Knock yourself out.”
>”Nah. I only let scientists touch these.”
>”When I asked, you said, ‘If you wanna do that, you'd have to be my boyfriend.’ Why do you hold me to a double standard?”
>Write-in

>>1670125
>>”Yeah, whatever. Knock yourself out.”

Just don't blow on them, THATS what gets us going.

>>1670125
>”Yeah, whatever. Knock yourself out.”

>>1670125
>”When I asked, you said, ‘If you wanna do that, you'd have to be my boyfriend.’ Why do you hold me to a double standard?”

>>1670125
>”When I asked, you said, ‘If you wanna do that, you'd have to be my boyfriend.’ Why do you hold me to a double standard?”

>”Yeah, whatever. Knock yourself out.”

>>1670125
>>”Yeah, whatever. Knock yourself out.”

>>1670125
>>”When I asked, you said, ‘If you wanna do that, you'd have to be my boyfriend.’ Why do you hold me to a double standard?”

>>1670125
>“Yeah, sure. Just lemme touch yours in return. Even, right?”

>>1670125
>>Yeah, whatever. Knock yourself out.”
>“Yeah, sure. Just lemme touch yours in return. Even, right?”

>>1670125
>>”Yeah, whatever. Knock yourself out.”
Then ask her
>>”When I asked, you said, ‘If you wanna do that, you'd have to be my boyfriend.’ Why do you hold me to a double standard?”
THEN go even further while her fingers are already fiddling with your ears and ask her if this means we're dating now. Go maximum tease or go home

Writing.

Yeah, you suppose there wasn’t any problem with tha—wait a second. You reply, “Hold on just a second. When I asked, you said, ‘If you wanna do that, you'd have to be my boyfriend.’ Why do you hold me to a double standard?” you respond, crossing your arms.

“Cause you still owe me one,” she replies, rolling her eyes. “Now, will you let me touch ‘em or not?”

You roll your eyes right back at her. You know what? Screw it. This’ll be the last person you let touch them for now. “Yeah, whatever. Knock yourself out,” you say in a bored tone.

“Really?” she asks, her ears perking up. Oh. You literally just went through this. You’re not doing this song and dance again.

“Yes, yes, a million times yes. Really? Yes. Really really? Yes. Let’s just skip past the whole ‘are you serious’ debate. It’s completely fine. I don’t care at all,” you say quickly. “And, yes, I mean this entirely,” you add.

“No need to be so pushy,” she replies, poking your upper ear with a finger. “Huh. It’s so weird and smooth,” she says, giving it a tug. You frown.

“I said you can touch ‘em, not pull ‘em,” you mutter.

“Oh, don’t be a baby about it,” she says, rubbing the tip. Ah, she’s doing that test as well. She opens her mouth to ask a question.

“I already went through this with the mouse. No, that doesn’t feel good in any way. Just a bit weird, like if you were rubbing the back of your hand,” you interject quickly. She shuts her mouth and simply gets a feel for their shape and form. “So, does this mean we’re dating now?” you ask with a smirk.

“E-excuse me?” she replies with a slight frown. You chuckle and grin.

“Hey, you’re the type of gal to only touch her boyfriend’s ears. You implied that yourself,” you reply, raising your shoulders. “And here you are, touching mine. Maybe I should call over a witness,” you tease. She withdraws her hands and gives you a small shove.

“Come back when you’ve got some muscle, and I’ll consider it,” she replies, sticking her tongue out at you in a playful manner. “‘Till then, you’re just the skinny ear fondler to me with no chance,” she says with a light laugh.

>”Oh, don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.”
>”So you’re saying I’ve got a chance?”
>”Are you breaking up with me? Right after fondling my ears? How brutish.”
>”Wasn’t my fault. Blame my twin brother. What do you mean I don’t have a twin?”
>Write-in.

>>1670268
>”So you’re saying I’ve got a chance?”
>”Are you breaking up with me? Right after fondling my ears? How brutish.”

>>1670268
>>”Oh, don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.”
>>”So you’re saying I’ve got a chance?”

>>1670268
>”Oh, don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.”
>”So you’re saying I’ve got a chance?”

>>1670268
>>”Are you breaking up with me? Right after fondling my ears? How brutish.”

>>1670268
>>”Are you breaking up with me? Right after fondling my ears? How brutish.”
Also
>"Making fun of the emaciated? How low, I'll have you know I've locked in a box for centuries"

>>1670268
>”Are you breaking up with me? Right after fondling my ears? How brutish.”

>>1670268
>2
>”Are you breaking up with me? Right after fondling my ears? How brutish.”

Computer crashed. Writing.

“Are you… Are you breaking up with me?” you call out to her, feigning a shocked voice. You cover your mouth, putting on your best surprised expression.

“Huh? What are you talking abou—”

“Yes, I should have listened to my mother. She always said cats were bad luck. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you, mom!” you say overdramatically, shaking your fist at the sky.

“But we were never—”

“Yes… I understand. You only wanted me for my ears, not my personality! I see that now! Please, leave me be! I will join mother soon!” you cry, covering your eyes with your forearm as if crying.

“Oh, you can’t be serious. Just because I said no now doesn’t mean it’s forever,” Naomi says, a bit of concern clear in her voice.

“Yeah, I’m not,” you reply, breaking the act at last. “I was just screwin’ with you,” you admit, smirking widely at her. She rolls her eyes and laughs at you.

“I didn’t realize you were an actor, Jack,” she says, ruffling your messy hair with a grin.

“I dabble here and there,” you respond, chuckling lightly. “Anyhow, I’m going to take that as a chance with you?”

“Well, I mean you have a chance to win the lottery. Doesn’t mean it’s a good chance,” she replies with a wink. You shrug. You’ll take it.

“Good luck buffing up for that little chance,” she teases you. You chuckle. Maybe you’ll consider her when you’re in better health. At least, she doesn't seem completely closed off to the idea in the future.

“On that note, what would you say is the fastest way to bulk up around here?” you ask.

“Not sure. We only take on people who’re already in shape. You’re the exception,” she replies. “But, I imagine that old fashioned training and eating will do the trick,” she adds with a shrug. “You could probably ask someone around here for help with that. What do you say to that?” Yeah, that might be a good idea. But who to ask?

>Naomi. She seems nice enough and fit. Plus, you’ll get to know her.
>Rags. He’s a big guy. Surely, he’s got some sort of routine. Might be a bit tough though.
>Amber. For as much as you two clash, you have to admit that she can fight. Maybe you can pick up some moves too.
>Ask the captain what he does to keep in shape. He’s got some routine, right? Maybe he can recommend someone.
>Train alone. You don't need any help.
>Decide later. No need to be hasty.

>>1670405
>>Amber. For as much as you two clash, you have to admit that she can fight. Maybe you can pick up some moves too.

I feel like Rags is just big because of his race, rather than any workout routine. Amber seems more the type to work out regularly.

>>1670405
>Naomi. She seems nice enough and fit. Plus, you’ll get to know her.

>>1670405
>>Rags. He’s a big guy. Surely, he’s got some sort of routine. Might be a bit tough though.
Bulk up to something resembling healthy, then we can think about form and technique.

>Amber. For as much as you two clash, you have to admit that she can fight. Maybe you can pick up some moves too.

>>1670405
>>Amber. For as much as you two clash, you have to admit that she can fight. Maybe you can pick up some moves too.

>>1670405
>Amber. For as much as you two clash, you have to admit that she can fight. Maybe you can pick up some moves too.

>>1670405
>Amber. For as much as you two clash, you have to admit that she can fight. Maybe you can pick up some moves too.

After a little while of thinking, you decide on Amber. She was strong enough to take on two guys without help. Plus, she carried you without issue after those fights while you nearly collapsed after only one. In fact, that’s what you’re recovering from right now. Of course, there’s no guarantee she’ll agree to it either, but nothing ventured, nothing gained. If not, you can fall back on something else. Clearing your throat, you thank Naomi for her advice. “Not a problem, Jack! I hope everything works out for ya,” she says, stepping away. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, we’re about to do a dive, and I need to prepare,” the girl says, heading out of the study.

“Ah. Good luck with that,” you reply with a nod. Right. Her job was to find artifacts in places like the one you were found. Must be nice to have some downtime between trips for her. Taking your mind off of her for the moment, you take a look around the study. It’s quite small and cozy. Still, you should probably leave soon. Thus, you ponder what to do for the rest of the day. You’re still healing from yesterday, so starting training early is out of the question. Naomi and Marissa were occupied for the moment, so doing anything with them is out. Rags was probably preparing with Naomi too. Still, you’re not tired at all. That leaves you with plenty of time to get a few more things accomplished.

That doesn’t mean you can’t at least ask her about training today, starting at some point in the future. With that in mind, you take a stand from your seat. Your legs scream at you to not, but the pain is not as sharp as it was when you woke up. That’s a good sign, you suppose. With your goal in mind, you make your way back into the hall. Hmm, you’ve run into the issue of not knowing where one particular person on the ship is. Well, this’ll surely be fun to accomplish. Now, how are you going to find her?

>Randomly search the ship. Perhaps inefficient, but you’re sure to find her eventually, especially if you find someone who can direct you to her. Might eat up quite a bit of daylight though. Still, you won’t have to bug anyone else.
>Get the captain to summon her. Probably the fastest way, but he might not like you barging into his office unannounced.
>Wait around the ship for an area nearly everyone passes at one point. Sleeping quarters, kitchen, etc. (Where?)
>Find her tomorrow. You have other things to do right now, and you can’t start your training to day anyway.

>>1670511
>>Randomly search the ship. Perhaps inefficient, but you’re sure to find her eventually, especially if you find someone who can direct you to her. Might eat up quite a bit of daylight though. Still, you won’t have to bug anyone else.

>>1670511

>Randomly search the ship. Perhaps inefficient, but you’re sure to find her eventually, especially if you find someone who can direct you to her. Might eat up quite a bit of daylight though. Still, you won’t have to bug anyone else.

>>1670511
>Randomly search the ship. Perhaps inefficient, but you’re sure to find her eventually, especially if you find someone who can direct you to her.

>>1670511
>Find her tomorrow. You have other things to do right now, and you can’t start your training to day anyway.

So, when are we going to learn the native tongue?

>>1670552
when we kiss them>Find her tomorrow. You have other things to do right now, and you can’t start your training to day anyway.

Writing.

Next post might be delayed. Switching computers to factory reset the one I was using.

>>1670623
aww shit, computer problems blow

Well, when in doubt, random chance will probably do the trick. And so, you embark on your mission to figure out where she is. Unsurprisingly, most of the ship’s crewmembers are unhelpful due to the language barrier. Man, you are going to have to get around to learning that one of these days. It would make tasks like these a whole lot easier, at least. But, that could wait until you were back to a normal weight. For now, that is what your goal is.

Your search takes you from the lowest levels of the ship to the decks up above. Whether it’s because of the size of the ship or her moving around or both, you struggle to find her. Still, with time, you get a lead from someone who thankfully spoke your language. You thanked the black-haired catboy for his assistance and went on your way. From what he told you, she is probably right… Here!

Indeed, he was right. You find Amber sharpening a knife of some kind. It definitely isn’t the one you used earlier. It’s much nicer, longer. She doesn’t seem to have noticed you yet. You consider how to greet her.

>Enter with a light tease.
>Just greet her normally.
>Wait for her to notice you. She’s gotta look up at some point.
>Get her attention by poking her on the back.

>>1670705
>>Enter with a light tease.

>>1670705
>>Wait for her to notice you. She’s gotta look up at some point.

>>1670705
>Whistle a few times like you would for your dog.

>>1670705
>Just greet her normally.

>>1670705
>Just greet her normally
Enough with the bullshit, she's a strong gal and deserves respect

>>1670705
>Just greet her normally

>>1670705
>Just greet her normally.

>>1670705
>Enter with a light tease.

Writing.

You decide to cut the crap. No bullshit this time around. You are here to ask her to do something for you, so you should probably try to avoid angering her. You approach the doggirl and say, “Hey, it’s me again, Amber.”

She looks up to you and raises an eyebrow. “Oh, so it’s you, the Earless one. Gonna be honest, I half-expected you to greet me like some pet the next time we met, much less use my real name,” she admits, sheathing the weapon. “I do appreciate that,” she admits.

“Well, it’s not too late for me to start,” you reply with a light-hearted grin.

“Ah, save it. Jack, was it? What brings you down here?” she asks, standing up. “I’m not in the mood to carry you around the ship if that’s what this is about,” she jeers, her arms crossed.

“Ah, no. Nothing like that. Thank you for it earlier, by the way. You really saved my ass back there,” you reply, bowing your head once. She seems to pause.

“Alright, you’re being a bit too nice. What do ya want?” she asks, cocking her head to the side. Well, she caught on quick. You take a deep breath and reveal the palms of your hands.

“Okay, ya got me. I do want something,” you admit. “But, it’s important to me, so hear me out maybe?” you request. She gestures for you to go on. “Well, as you know, I’m not exactly the strongest guy around,” you begin. You hear her stifle a laugh. “Okay, yeah. I’m probably the weakest one on this ship,” you amend your statement. “I have a little while before I’m back up to full strength, and I was hoping you could help me with that. You’re a fit gal, right?” you say hopefully.

“So… You want me to train you,” she says back to you, her eyes focussing on the knife. “As much as I’d love to take time out of my day to train some wimp,” she says, sarcasm dripping from her voice, “I think I might have to decline.” She begins walking away. Damn, that didn’t go well. Still, there has to be a way to change her mind.

“Wait a second! What if I offer you an incentive!” you offer. She stops in place, her ears perking up. Ah! That got her attention! That just leaves figuring out what to offer, since you didn’t exactly think that through when you said that. Think fast!

>Offer her riches! Offer to pay her back in whatever the currency is here once you find a source of income.
>Offer her fame. She’ll be the one who trained the last Earless! People will look to her for guidance!
>Offer her pride. Treat her with the utmost respect and tell her what she wants to hear about your kind. How you’re worthless and all that. Sincerity not included.
>Offer your labor. Say you’ll work for her for a little while once you’re back to a normal weight.
>Offer her ear scratches. This will surely!... Wait, you don’t expect this to work, do you?
>Offer her something else (Write in)
>Give up.

>>1670954
>Offer her fame. She’ll be the one who trained the last Earless! People will look to her for guidance!
>Offer her pride. Treat her with the utmost respect and tell her what she wants to hear about your kind. How you’re worthless and all that. Sincerity not included.

>>1670954
>Offer her fame. She’ll be the one who trained the last Earless! People will look to her for guidance!
>Offer her pride. Treat her with the utmost respect and tell her what she wants to hear about your kind. How you’re worthless and all that. Sincerity not included.
>Offer her ear scratches. This will surely!... Wait, you don’t expect this to work, do you?

>>1670954
>Offer her fame. She’ll be the one who trained the last Earless! People will look to her for guidance!
>Offer her pride. Treat her with the utmost respect and tell her what she wants to hear about your kind. How you’re worthless and all that. Sincerity not included.

>>1670954
>>Offer her ear scratches. Play it dumb, act like since she's a dog she'll like the attention.

>>1670954
>Offer your labor. Say you’ll work for her for a little while once you’re back to a normal weight.
>Offer her fame. She’ll be the one who trained the last Earless! People will look to her for guidance!

>>1670954
>Offer her fame. She’ll be the one who trained the last Earless! People will look to her for guidance!
>Offer her pride. Treat her with the utmost respect and tell her what she wants to hear about your kind. How you’re worthless and all that. Sincerity not included.
>Offer her ear scratches. This will surely!... Wait, you don’t expect this to work, do you?

Writing.

Pride is the cuck option

Pride! That’s it! That’s what you can offer her! “Ya know, even if you consider the Earless inferior, there are many who are fascinated by them,” you tell her.

“So? Why should I care about that? Like you said, I consider them inferior,” she scoffs.

“Hey, you would be the one who trained and tamed the last Earless! You could be the Chiron to this place’s Heracles,” you reply. “Imagine the respect that would demand from others, and I would have no problem letting people know you were the one,” you urge her.

“Heracles? Don’t flatter yourself,” she says, snickering at you. “Either way, fame alone isn’t enough. I mean, those kemomimi would still look up to you as some superior race, which is patently false you savages,” she replies, crossing her arms. Damn. She really didn’t wanna make this easy on you, did she? Well, here goes nothing.

“You know what? We are. I don’t know what beef you have with the Earless, but I know enough about my people that they probably did something to deserve it,” you say, hoping she wouldn’t detect the insincerity in your voice.

“Oh? So you admit it? And you’d admit it to anyone who asks?” she replies, her tail swishing behind her. Well, you’ve certainly got her attention now.

“Of course! I mean, there’s a reason you kemomimi are still around while we aren’t. Still, I want to be around for a little longer, which I can only do with help from you,” you lie through your teeth.

She pauses, placing a hand on your chin. “You know, I realize that you’re only telling me what I want to hear,” she tells you. Well, perhaps you could have been a little more subtle. “But, I do like hearing it, so I guess I can spare some time for you,” she adds, turning her head to you. Well, that works. “And I would enjoy a bit of ‘mock’ fighting,” she says with a light chuckle. You have a feeling that even if it’s a mock fight it’s gonna hurt. Well, you gotta suck it up anyway. “So, did you want to start now, or?” she asks, raising her fists.

You quickly shake your head. “As much as I’d love to, I don’t think I have it in me right now. I’m still quite sore from yesterday, so can we maybe start tomorrow, Amber?” you request.

“Call me ‘master’, and I’ll consider it, boy,” she replies with a smirk. She was really going to relish this, wasn’t she?

“Can we start tomorrow, master?” you ask begrudgingly. She giggles and waves you away.

“Dismissed!” she cheers, walking away from you. So, now you’re alone again. Quite some time has passed since you started looking for her. It’s late, but you might have time to do one more thing.

>Get dinner. Exercise is just as important as nutrients.
>Meet with someone you know. (Who?) They’re probably eating or asleep.
>Just, relax a bit on the main deck and enjoy the view.
>Head straight to bed.
>Write-in

>>1671146
>>Get dinner. Exercise is just as important as nutrients.

>>1671146
>Get dinner. Exercise is just as important as nutrients.

>>1671146
>>Get dinner. Exercise is just as important as nutrients.

>>1671146

>Get dinner. Exercise is just as important as nutrients.

Omg guys
Reall?
We sucking up to her?

>>1671146
>Get dinner. Exercise is just as important as nutrients.

>>1671146
>Get dinner. Exercise is just as important as nutrients.
Are we waifuing Amber? I think we should.

>>1671171
Needs must when the devil drives.

>>1671187
She is a badass tsundere. There's a precedent.

>>1671200
How tall is she anyways? I like tall girls. We can be her little spoon.

>>1671171

As much as I don't like it, we *do* seem to be a trickster-type. Though, that may just be because we can't rely on anything else yet.

>>1671146
>Get dinner. Exercise is just as important as nutrients.

>>1671205
She's tall, I dunno if she's taller though. Can't really identify with your fetish, no problem with the badass tsundere part though.

>>1671146
>>Get dinner. Exercise is just as important as nutrients.

>>1671246
We have a bit of an aptitude in fighting at least.

>>1671251
A taller girl means more of her to grab onto. Plus she can spoon you in bed.

Id prefer it if we had a lap cat rather than a spooning dog, but well see.

You decide to get some food. If you’re going to be bulking up, you need energy to build those muscles. With a grunt, you are back on your feet. You reconsider what you had to do to get her to help you, but you guess it’s too late to change things now. Oh well. You make your way through the ship. By now, you are well aware of where to order food. Upon arriving, you are stopped by an older fellow in simple clothing. You can see a pair of white rabbit ears drooping atop his head. “You are Jack, of the Earless, are you not?” he asks you in a coarse voice. You give him a nod. Sweet, he speaks English.

“Ah, excellent. I was sent by Captain Beauregard to act as a translator, as it only recently occurred to him that it might be difficult for one such as yourself to order without knowledge of our language,” he explains. Wow, it took him that long to figure this out? “You may call me Winfred. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Jack,” he introduces himself. Well, he seems cool. “He ordered me to wait here three times a day to act as an interpreter for you should you lack one yourself,” he explains. Well, that’ll make getting food less of a hassle at least.

“Now, you are ready to order, I presume?” he asks. “I have prepared a note containing a portion of the foods served here. Please, choose any one[/] you would like,” he says, handing you a scrap of paper. His handwriting is neat and legible. Huh, so it’s spelled phish. You never saw it spelled, so you thought that it was just some really generic seafood or something. This list isn’t very descriptive and is quite short, but it’s better than just some guesswork.

Clearing your throat, you decide on what to order. “I would like a…”

>A phish sandwich
>Raw phish
>Salad
>Soup

>>1671338
>A phish sandwich

>>1671338
>>Soup

>>1671338
>A phish sandwich

>>1671193
I think orrering erher a faouver to her or loot would have been better

>>1671357
Anon are you ok?

>>1671338
>>Soup

>>1671338

>A phish sandwich
Order a hot dog

>>1671338
>2 phish sandwiches and a soup
GOTTA EAT BIG TO GET BIG CMON

>>1671363
Not the best at spelling
But also had a buger now my tummy is not filling tthe best

>>1671378
Just so long as your not like having a stroke or anything

>>1671382
No im not having that any time soon
Hopefully naver
Its funy how oftin i get asked

>>1671338
>Soup entrée
>Phish sandwich as main deal
Gotta take those vitamins and proteins

>>1671338
>A phish sandwich

>>1671338
>>A phish sandwich

Writing.

Without putting much thought into it, you decide on the phish sandwich. You’d had one before, and it was honestly quite good. Though, any food probably tastes good after you spend literal centuries without it. You inform Wilfred of your choice and take a seat. The meal is in front of you in about ten minutes as well as a glass of fresh water. His task for that meal period done, Wilfred bids you adieu.

You dig into the sandwich quickly. It’s full of fats and nutrients for you to devour. Scarfing down the sandwich leaves you empty-handed all too quickly. Perhaps you should have savored the flavor a bit more, but honestly you were just glad to be done with the thing. Washing down the phish with your water, you make your way back to your room for some much needed rest. Your arms and legs are still quite sore after all.

As you lie in bed, you mentally prep yourself for tomorrow. That’s when you are going to start seriously trying to bulk up. It’s going to involve getting your nose a little brown, but she was probably the best fighter you knew up to this point. Plus, building up muscle will be vital to being useful. You aren’t sure what you will do once you are in tip-top shape, but it’ll certainly be more exciting than that ice nap you took. You allow your arms and legs to finally relax, and the pain in them slowly dulls. With that, you slowly drift to sleep.

…

You wake up from a dreamless sleep, feeling very refreshes. Additionally, your arms and legs feel much better than they did yesterday. The soreness isn’t completely gone, but the pain has disappeared enough such that you can mostly ignore it. You hop out of bed and stretch, scanning the room. As usual, you were the last one to wake up, leaving you alone in the sleeping quarters with empty beds. You decide to take a peek into the mirror, to see where you’re starting from at least. You are delighted to find that just a few days of regular eating has caused your face and limbs to look fuller. Sure, you’re still quite thin, but you’re not practically skin and bones like you were the first time you woke up on this ship.

Your first order of business is breakfast. Everyone else had probably eaten, and Winfred was probably already waiting, after all. You find that your assumption is correct. You order a phish sandwich once again due to its familiarity and the fact that it can be carried easily. Once it is brought to you, you thank the aging rabbit-man and are on your way with food in your hand. As you chow down on the food, you consider who to see.

>Amber. Might as well get at it early and after breakfast.
>Marissa. She did say that she wanted to chat more yesterday. Maybe you can oblige.
>Naomi. Just for a bit of a chat.
>Rags. Maybe get to know him a bit.

>>1671547
>>Marissa. She did say that she wanted to chat more yesterday. Maybe you can oblige.

>>1671547
>Marissa. She did say that she wanted to chat more yesterday. Maybe you can oblige.

>>1671547
>Amber. Might as well get at it early and after breakfast.

>>1671547
>>Marissa. She did say that she wanted to chat more yesterday. Maybe you can oblige.

>>1671547
>Amber. Might as well get at it early and after breakfast
Gotta show her our determination.

>>1671547
>>Amber. Might as well get at it early and after breakfast.
Best time to work out.

>>1671547
>Amber. Might as well get at it early and after breakfast.
i will never understand the appeal of shy nervous girls

>>1671547
>Amber. Might as well get at it early and after breakfast.

>>1671618
I'm a shy guy but I'm not into quiet, shy girls. Is that weird?

>>1671618
Its the same idea as a tsundere but being shy and reserved instead of violent and bitchy.

>>1671547
>>Amber. Might as well get at it early and after breakfast.

>>1671636
Nah, not weird. Not every guy likes quiet chicks, but i can say i entirely understand the appeal. The quiet innocent bookish ones have their unique appeal.

>>1671636
I'm reserved as well and don't like shy girls either. Probably common I guess
>>1671638
Mind you I don't prefer tsuns either, cute extroverted genky girls are more my choice. But I'd take a tsun over a shy one anyway

>>1671719
This. You and me are practically the same person. But the genki girl also has to be cute and girly.

Writing.

Well, there’s no time like the present to start training. You scarf down the remainder of your food and take off toward where you met Amber yesterday. You find that she is indeed there again. “Oi, I’m here, Amber,” you call out to her. Her ears perk up, but she doesn’t turn to face you. What? Is she deaf—oh, right. You clear your throat and try that again. “I am here, master,” you say, rolling your eyes.

She does an about face and looks at you with a confident grin. “Welcome to day one of training, runt!” she exclaims, her hands on her hips. Well, she’s certainly into this. “What took you so long to show up?” she asks, pressing her finger against your chest.

“You see, the thing about that was that I only woke up about thirty minutes ago and just got my breakfast,” you reply, scratching your chin.

“Sleeping? At this time of day?! It’s past noon!” she growls. Guess that was brunch then. Sighing, she pulls away from you. “Since it’s your first day, and you headed straight here after getting your food, I’ll let it slide,” she says, shaking her head. “But you’re going to need to get here faster next time! Got it?”

“Got it,” you reply with a quick nod. Alright. Just play along for now. Amber leads you through a series of stretches. They’re not too bad, although they do emphasize the lingering soreness in your limbs. Still, it’s not that bad.

“Now, where would you like to start?” she asks with a grin once you’re done stretching. “Shall we see where you stand right now, or would you like to jump right into some exercises?”

>Do some tests. See where you stand.
>Get exercising right away.
>Ask for a fighting demonstration right off the bat.
>Write-in.

>>1671827
>>Do some tests. See where you stand.

>>1671827
>Get exercising right away.

>>1671827
>>Do some tests. See where you stand.

>>1671827
>Do some tests. See where you stand.

>>1671827
>>Do some tests. See where you stand.

>>1671827
>Do some tests. See where you stand.
Anyone who ever tried starting a new activity know that you have to know to ur limits first, otherwise first sessions you fucking destroyed and can't even move

>>1671827
>Do some tests. See where you stand
Let's see just how weak we are.

>>1671827
>>Do some tests. See where you stand.

Answer accepted. Roll me a 1d100 to see if you're weak or really weak. Best of three.

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>1671939

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>1671939

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>1671939

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>>1671948

>>1671948
Nice, we're just regular weak.

>>1671948
Very nice. Writing.

Alright. First rule of any new activity is to get a feel for it before pushing yourself. You don’t wanna wake up feeling like shit… again. “I wanna see where I stand right now,” you reply to her with a nod.

“Alright. First off, drop and give me as many pushups as you can,” she commands, pointing at the floor below you. Alright. Pushups. Nothing too out of the ordinary. You drop to your hands and knees, keeping your elbows slightly bent. Then, you lift your knees off the ground and straighten your back. Alright, here goes. You go down, then up. You hear her count. “One!” she shouts. Alright. You can do this. Two, three… six…ten…15, 16. 17. You find yourself unable to support yourself after your 17th pushup and collapse onto your stomach, panting a bit. “Hmm… 17. Not gonna lie, that’s pretty low for how young you look. Could do better,” she says, shaking her head. “I will say that’s more than I expected from someone as thin as you though,” Amber admits. You fight the urge to mention your little ice nap. After all, you aren’t going to get anywhere by complaining about the past.

“Alright! Onto your back!” she nudges your side with her shoe. You nod and roll onto your back. “Alright! Next test! Situps!” she states. “You know the drill, don’t you? You’ve got one minute! Start!” she exclaims. Yeah, everyone knows what situps are. Bending your knees, you do your best to keep your feet flat on the ground. Here you go. You start your first sit up. One. Two. Three. … 29. 30. 31. “TIME!” she shouts. You collapse. 31, eh? Still better than when you were a fatass before your freezer-nap. Groaning, you sit up again. “Thirty-one, eh? Well, I guess I’ve seen worse,” she says. You can hear her mumble something about old people in the next breath however.

“So, what’s your diagnosis, master?” you ask. You aren’t completely hopeless, are you?

“While you’re far from an ideal candidate, I’d say you have a bit of potential in you yet,” she replies. “Now, take a break before we get into some real exercise. That was just the start,” she says, crossing her arms. You nod, taking the opportunity to catch your breath. There’s a few minutes of downtime. This might be a good opportunity to say or ask something.

>”Hey. Thanks for agreeing to do this. I really appreciate it.”
>”I’d say I did pretty good for a popsicle. What say you?”
>”What kind of training am I in for anyway?”
>Say nothing. Just focus on getting ready for the work ahead.

>>1672146
>Say nothing. Just focus on getting ready for the work ahead.

We've got nothing but tough times ahead, effort is the best thing we can give.

>>1672146
>>Say nothing. Just focus on getting ready for the work ahead.

>>1672146
>>>”Hey. Thanks for agreeing to do this. I really appreciate it.”

>>”What kind of training am I in for anyway?”

>>1672146
>>Say nothing. Just focus on getting ready for the work ahead.

>>1672146
>>”I’d say I did pretty good for a popsicle. What say you?”

>>1672146
>”Hey. Thanks for agreeing to do this. I really appreciate it.”

>>1672146
>”Hey. Thanks for agreeing to do this. I really appreciate it.”
>”I’d say I did pretty good for a popsicle. What say you?”

>>1672146
>”Hey. Thanks for agreeing to do this. I really appreciate it.”
>Start preparing

>>1672146
>”Hey. Thanks for agreeing to do this. I really appreciate it.”
>”I’d say I did pretty good for a popsicle. What say you?”

Writing.

You look over to Amber and stand back up. “Hey,” you call out to her. She turns to you, raising an eyebrow. “Thanks for agreeing to do this. I really appreciate it,” you say with a smile. For a split second, you see that surprise registers on her face before she returns to her usual expression.

“Ah, that is no problem. Even I can take pity on lower life forms at times,” she replies, avoiding eye contact and giving you a half-hearted laugh. She clears her throat. “Still, you should save your ‘thank yous’ until after you’re trained. I haven’t done much yet,” Amber adds, turning around. Yeah, maybe. You stretch a bit more during your break and breath deeply. You’re going to need to prepare for this.

As you stretch, you look to her again. “So, how do you think I did? I’d say pretty good, considering I was a human popsicle a week ago,” you say, grinning a bit.

“Like I said earlier, you didn’t do as badly as I expected you to. Which is good. It means I don’t have to work as hard to get you into an acceptable condition,” she replies with a slight smirk. “If you keep at these exercises every day, you’ll go from ‘below average’ to ‘average’ in no time,” she adds, nudging you in a playful manner. Eh, average is nice compared to where you are now, so you can’t really complain. After a few minutes, you hear her voice again. “Alright! Break time is over! Get ready for a workout!” she yells at you.

Well, here goes nothing. The next few hours of your day are filled with all manners of exercise, including running laps, situps, pushups, jumping jacks, jumping, and so on. You have to take frequent breaks and avoid overexerting yourself, but you still end up exhausted by the end of the training session. You hold your knees, panting to catch your breath. Man, your body felt hot.

“Alright, good session today,” Amber says, patting you on the back. “You weren’t a complete disappointment, so congrats. Catch ya again tomorrow, popsicle,” she says, thrusting a bottle of water into your hand before she leaves the room. You eagerly chug the bottle and toss it aside, brushing some sweat off your forehead. You feel exhausted, but the workout was good. Heading up to the main deck, you notice that sun is already setting. Huh, you must have been out a while. You stretch a bit and take a walk around the ship. Amber said to cool down with a walk before sitting, so that’s exactly what you’re doing. You pick up some food with the help of Winfred on the way back to the sleeping quarters. Scarfing down the food once more, you let yourself lie down. Man, you were pretty tired after your first day of training. As a result, sleep comes quickly and almost unexpectedly as you lie there.
Session End

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Thanks for the quest, will you be continuing this tomorrow or on another day?

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And that wraps up this session. I ran for over 11 hours this time around. Chrome is having trouble now though, so I’m wrapping it up here. Hope everyone enjoyed this weekend and hope you all will show up to the next one. I can’t run next week due to my personal life, but I should be free the following week! Tune in next time to view the adventures of Jack, the Earless!

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