>>2348999
> [CURIOSITY] What the hell is happening?

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>>2348999

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>>2348999
> [PRIDE] Never. Again.

>>2348999
> [PRIDE] Never. Again.

>>2348999
>> [CURIOSITY] What the hell is happening?

>>2348999
> [CURIOSITY] What the hell is happening?
No but seriously what the hell.

>>2348999
> [CURIOSITY] What the hell is happening?

Dammit day 1 and we die

>>2349024
We died and then got buried

So we can get out kill bill way

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Writing in a bit.

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"What... the hell is happening..." Once you stagger free of the dirty geyser, you turn to Honamurei and ask the question while trying to find your seat. You look over at the man frantically praying and holding a halberd in your general direction. You actually know him, "Oh Nerrick's here..." Is added to the end of the sentence.

"Vhen I told them you'd be back zey called me crazy!" Hona says, laughing through tears, "Vas almost impossible to get zem to just bury you..." She take s astep towards you her arms extending for a hug before she recoils, shame all over her as she hugs herself in a rare display of insecurity, "Vasn't sure if you'd come back from burning..."

"I don't burn easy." You counter with more than a little haughtiness. The statement is followed with stepping forward to dust off the weird lingerie esque white slip they buried you in. Now that you're in the murky grey, you realise you've been slathered in an intricate pattern of orange and white paints... "Why did they give me the ceremonial painting if they buried me instead of cremating me..." You wonder aloud.

Honamurei breaks you from your reverie by grabbing both of your hands in one of hers each as she looks at you. With the speed and desperation of the movement and grip, you're not sure you would have seen it coming if you were alert right now.

She stammers and stutters, her vocal pitch shifting between the guttaral troll vocal chords and her human ones incomprehensibly. Her blue eye can't meet yours and your red eyes stare her down enough that she completely quails from it.

> What do you say/do?

>>2349164
> What do you say/do?
>"What?"

>>2349171
Gotta say it haughtily though, and give her a smug look.

>>2349164
>> What do you say/do?
>Anyways, anything else happen? Was there any cool fights?

>>2349164
>>What do you say/do?
>How long was I dead?

>>2349164
>Sorry about not taking the fight serious Hona, I didn't want to actually hurt you . Didn't expect you to go all out however. I won't be so nice next time.

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> Deadpan a what at Hona

> What happened, any cool fights?

> How long was I dead

> >>2349185 that one which is too long to sum up.

Pick 2.

>>2349203
>> Deadpan a what at Hona
> How long was I dead

>>2349203
>> How long was I dead
>> What happened, any cool fights?

>>2349203
> Deadpan a what at Hona

> THE ONE TOO LONG TO SUM UP

It was really hard to sum it up, mind kinda blanked for some reason.

>>2349210
This

>>2349203
>> What happened, any cool fights?
> How long was I dead

>>2349203
> How long was I dead
> Deadpan a what at Hona

SHITS HAPPENING IN REAL LIFE, THREAD WILL PICK UP SOON.

>Love QM

>>2349203
>What happened, any cool fights?
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> >>2349185 #

Maybe throw in something like, “I think I’m gonna take a break from dying so often...”

Sorry guys real life shit's kinda put me on my arse. Emotionally and mentally draining. Will try to run earlier than originally planned tomorrow.

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Writing for...

"What. How long was I dead?" Once I can.

>>2349164
Oh man, I'm too late make a difference, but here's my 2 cents

> What do you say/do?
"My memories are fuzzy. Did they catch the bastard that did this to me?"

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As Honamurei tries to speak, you look at her in confusion long enough to croak out a monotone, "What?" For some reason this is enough to force a squeaking sound from her. Instead of allowing her to work herself into another state you try to get a grip on the situation, "How long was I dead?"

"Um Vell it's been two days since ve... I... It's been two days!" HOnamurei chirps, fading in and out of her usual high pitched voice. "Zey explained to me zat I have some problems vith my body and... zat ze medicine they give me can keep it controlled! Ve had our first magic class; but Doc Lexington vasn't feeling very well! He took us-"

"I'm sorry to interrupt you." Nerrick says, his halberd pointing at Honamurei as he weaves the head between the two of you, the look on his face is one of regret before he manages to wipe it in favour of a soldier's grimace. "But what the Hells is going on here; you were dead - I'm certain of it."

"It's.... a long story." You say, eyes on the halberd. A quick curl of your toes reveals you're in perfect working order; though you don't feel the touch of Minerva.

"Vhat happened isn't important! She's alive and I vas right! And if you lay a finger on her I'll fucking kill you!" Her sword is out in a flash, the tip of it nestling along the shaft of Nerrick's halberd.

> [DETERMINATION] Nerrick, take me to someone with a lot of authority. I don't want to explain this one hundred time.

> [PRIDE] What happened is that I didn't die! Nothing can kill me!

> [FRUSTRATION] Are yo really doing this? Nerrick for fuck sake I'm Minervan; you think I'm undead?

> [CRUELTY] Don't you dare threaten me Nerrick...

> [WORRY] Explain

> Write-In

>>2353126
> [DETERMINATION] Nerrick, take me to someone with a lot of authority. I don't want to explain this one hundred time.

>>2353126
>> [DETERMINATION] Nerrick, take me to someone with a lot of authority. I don't want to explain this one hundred time.

>>2353126
>BOO
> [DETERMINATION] Nerrick, take me to someone with a lot of authority. I don't want to explain this one hundred time.

>>2353131

Boo?

>>2353134
As in, Spooky ghost Boo.Like give him a spoopin.

>>2353126

> [FRUSTRATION] Are yo really doing this? Nerrick for fuck sake I'm Minervan; you think I'm undead?

Bitch and dont you forget to take dem meds

>>2353126
>> [DETERMINATION] Nerrick, take me to someone with a lot of authority. I don't want to explain this one hundred time.

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The facial expression you make must be uniquely unimpressed because both Honamurei and Nerrick pull their weapons back in a strange mutual "Nerrick, take me to whoever has authority because I really do not want to explain this multiple times."

He looks sheepish, tightening his grip on the halberd before he raises it. "Right, follow me. Don't try anything stupid, I have wards." The bluff is pretty convincing, but for some reason you're confident it is one. As he starts marching off in the direction of the imposing spire that stands axel like in the centre of Academy City's spoke design - Honamurei removes her jacket and slips it over your shouolder with a shy smile.

"Thank you." You reassure her, slipping your arms through the jacket. The sleeves are nowhere near long enough, but the chest is able to button easily, causing you to sneak a glance at Honamurei's chest as a little reminder of your shortcomings.

"Don't Vorry. Ve vill sort this out. Nobody here vould be able to stop us!" She holds your hand tight, as if scared you'll be gone if her grip falters for even a moment.

Nerrick looks back and look set to speak, but instead just shakes his head and lights up a cigarette. The slight trail of smoke floating behind him. Wordlessly, a lit cigarette is passed to you; without hesitation you join him in smoking. "I'm not going anywhere." You say to Hona, "Nobody will hurt me like that ever again." The phrasing seems to wound her slightly and though you feel a little bit of Shame, the miniscule quantity surprises you.

Except you can't love her anymore. It makes sense.

The rest of the journey is spent in silence, until Nerrick approaches two guards in similar shining armour. They part and he steps aside, pulling the ornate door of Blue crytals and white petals open. As it is pulled towards you, it seems like the structure of the door is constantly reacting and flowing. Almost as if it's made of ink rather than any solid.

"In you go. Good luck Purps." He says somberly.

You step through the door, feeling soft ground underfoot and energised. Birds call from unseen perches and a veritable rainbow of colours all compete for attention and supremacy. This is more forrest clearing than interior, but seperating this tranquil grove from a comfy looking office protected by thickly garissoned bookshelves are a series of thin, noble columns.

Something compels you to step forard towards the arches between columns. Seated at the sole desk, scribbling paperwork despite being so slumped over her white hair hides her face from your sight, is Headmistress Thorindel.

> What Do/Say.

>>2353379
>Hey Boss I'm back, Sorry about that worry.

>>2353379
>"I'm back. Oh yeah also I didn't die."

>>2353379
Oh hi
Any classses i missed
Il make up for

>>2353379
>> What Do/Say.
>"Yo. You miss me?"

>>2353379
>”Hello, Headmaster. As you can see, reports of my death were greatly exaggerated.”

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"Headmistress." You say simply, approaching the desk, feeling the ground beneath your bare feet positively thrive. "I apologise for the worry and any missed classes..."

Silence, just the frantic almost feverish scratching of a quill. In confusion you glance to Honamurei who can only shrug. "As you can see reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated..." The feeble attempt at humour falls flatter than you are, leaving the awkwardness to fester like an infected wound.

Time crawls past, every single second seeming somehow clearer in the strange energised section of Thorindel's office - a unique clarity of thought filling you. With one final scratching screech, the quill suddenly stops. "I am an Oracle child, an Oracle of great power. Yet the moment of your death I could not see your strings, nor your path. All connections to this plane or any other plane were cut, every imprint you had left smothered. The very existense of your soul was lost to me, though my eyes could see others true."

"Uhh..."

"I know of many schools of magic and Vernon many more. I know of titling, I know of divine blessings, I know of miracles and rituals both profane and foul." She pulls back her hair with long graceful hands; fingers controlling the thick spidersilk strands of hair as she neatly positions it into a thick and long ponytail. Her milky glowing eyes bore into you, "What or who is this?" She turns the parchment around and you see the dealer, not as a muckman. Her quill has almost coloured the entirety of the scroll blank, leaving only those ragged white eyes and mouth. The form he appeared to you as not this day, but the last time you fell.Something must show on your face, as she pushes forward with assertive urgency. "We have the two foremost experts on planar magic on staff as well as an Oracle. None of us know anything about how you come back nor who is doing it... In the interest of student safety I need to know. Who. And. What." She punctuates the last free words with a strange pseudo venomous icy tone.

Do not use the word deal. Benefactor. Patron. Protector. All words to use. Remember my service keeps you alive. If she thinks you have given up your mortality, her or her Inquisitors' hands may be forced.

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"Vhy should she tell you anything! You vere all for burning her and leaving her no matter vhat I told you!" Honamurei protests and glowing blue light lances out from a humougous tree that has been providing the room's ceiling with it's many interlocking branches. She tries to move out of the way, but her feet are stuck fast with lumous white moss. As the cobalt light hits her, she looks drowsy and her eyes half glaze over.

"My responsibility is to all students, not just you Miss Honamurei. One recieving expert medical attention and experimental hormone therapy would do well to show gratitude to those providing such unique help." Thorindel is furious, the hand gripping, no, brandishing the Dealer's image towards you has white knuckles from the force of her grip.

"Don't threaten her." You state simply, "It's understandable for her to voice disapproval. She loves me."

"She's forgiven. But I need to know. Who. And. What."

> [PRIDE] It's something that took interest in me. He wants me to keep living and being interesting. I don't know anything more.

> [FRUSTRATION] Big talk. But you had to be convinced not to ash me the minute something slightly unsettled you. That knowledge right now is my leverage.

> [LUST] Are you sure I can't... offer someting better than information?

> [WORRY] He calls himself the Dealer. He can take memories, emotions or other parts of me away. I lose something every time I come back though I can regain some things.

> Write-In

>>2354338

> [PRIDE] It's something that took interest in me. He wants me to keep living and being interesting. I don't know anything more.

>I guess you could call him a patron

(Note. Don't piss off the dealer)

>>2354338
>> [LUST] Are you sure I can't... offer someting better than information?

>>2354338
>> [PRIDE] It's something that took interest in me. He wants me to keep living and being interesting. I don't know anything more.

>>2354338
>Oh him, His my Benefactor. No reason to be worried he doesn't involve himself with anybody but me. Nobody knows who he is?

>>2354338
> [LUST] Are you sure I can't... offer someting better than information?

>>2354338
> [PRIDE] It’s something that took interest in me. It wants me to keep living and being interesting. I don’t know anything more.

>>2354338
[PRIDE] It's something that took interest in me. He wants me to keep living and being interesting. I don't know anything more.
He seems pissed i keep dieing

>>2354338
>> [PRIDE] It's something that took interest in me. He wants me to keep living and being interesting. I don't know anything more.

Sorry I haven't updated by the way. Real life. Should resume Tuesday Daytime.

>>2354338
> [PRIDE] It's something that took interest in me. He wants me to keep living and being interesting. I don't know anything more.

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With a deep breath you attempt to answer the question as casually as possible, "Look. I don't really know. He's something that wants me to keep living and being interesting due to some kind of fascination with me. For whatever reason he patches me up from near death, like some kind of benefactor." You level your gaze at the feverish white eyes of the headmistress.

"Ve have been trying not to have anything to do vith him, but ve have lived a dangerous life and-" A hand on the shoulder silences her as swiftly as if she had been kocked out.

"That's literally all I know. When I'm almost dead it fixes me up." It's easy to lie when your voice is naturally monotone and your body language consists of whatever you decide it to be.

"So you essentially have the ability to come back from the dead at no cost?" Headmistress Thorindel sounds less than convinced, "A power that people have and will literally kill or perform profane rituals to do that."

> [SHAME] I lose pieces of myself everytime... This time was the worst.

> [FRUSTRATION] Well I've done nothing profane, heretical or immoral. This just happened.

> [WORRY] And you think I've done one of these rituals or been subject to them in the past?

> [PRIDE] Well, unlike them; it gave me this power willingly.

> Write-In

>>2366100
>> [SHAME] I lose pieces of myself everytime... This time was the worst.

>>2366100
> [SHAME] I lose pieces of myself everytime... This time was the worst.

>>2366100
> [SHAME] I lose pieces of myself everytime... This time was the worst.

>>2366100
>it gave me this power willingly

The shameful option sounds fucking terrible

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"I lose pieces of myself every time it does whatever it needs to. Depending on the severity of the situation or how frequently the service is needed." You shuffle your feet and Honamurei looks at you with worry, "This time was the worst I've had yet."

"V-vhat?" Hona says.

"And what did he take from you?" Headmistress Thorindel demands.

> Truth

> Lie

> Dodge the question

> Write-In

>>2366554
>> Truth

>>2366554
>> Truth

>>2366554
> Dodge the question
What does it matter? It was mine and I lost it. End of story.

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>Truth

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> Truth

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It's a long look at Honamurei that eventually convinces you to answer. If they think you're lying she'll be branded a necromancer. If they think whatever Thorindel sees is fake, they'll kill you both just to be sure. But... this is going to hurt her so badly, you don't know if you'll be able to live with it. "I'm sorry Hona..." You tell her.

"V-Vhy are you-"

"Whatever it is, the creature tore from me the most important facets of who I am. It filtered through them and took from me..." You trail off like a violin without bow.

"Go on."

She'd have to strain her ears for her answer, because you look to Honamurei and almost whisper it. "It took my ability to love... I..." Your cheeks are wet all of a sudden, "I'm so sorry..."

"Oh." Is the only answer from the Headmistress, he hands sort of hang by the side of the table limply as she watches the ipact of your decision on Honamurei; the troll seeming to shrink a half inch and lose colour in her face.

"Vait... vait!VAITVAITVAIT! NO!" Honamurei is furious, but... there's no heat or resistance in her, even this steadfast refusal is sounding weak and desperate, "No... You're lying purps! You have to be. Ve are... You are... I..." She backs off, before blistering from the hall at almost full speed yanking the door off it's hinges. The exquisite crafted entrance flies into the room where you step in front of the headmistress to catch it with two flat palms.

As the impact drives you back several feet, you hurry to look over the colossal barrier now in front of you. Guards rush in, evidentally she moved too quick for them to track. "Fuck." You say simply.

> [WORRY] Leave, forcefully.

> [FRUSTRATION] Take out the guards, "Am I being detained?"

> [DETERMINATION] Leave, swiftly and with prejudice

> [SHAME] Try not to cry and hate yourself. Fail.

> Write-In

>>2367350
> [SHAME] Try not to cry and hate yourself. Fail.
And its all her fult
She better fill bad about it

>>2367350
>Write-In
Asking if we're detained only without the whole beating down the guards thing.

>>2367350
> [SHAME] Try not to cry and hate yourself. Fail.

>>2367350
>> [SHAME] Try not to cry and hate yourself. Fail.

>>2367350
>> [SHAME] Try not to cry and hate yourself. Fail.

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>all this crying for a single non-essential emotion
oh my sides

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>>2367350
>[SHAME] Try not to cry and hate yourself. Fail

>>2368200
>non-essential emotion

>>2369640
I mean most people seem to function well without it.

>>2369858
On the surface mybe
But every one wants love and to be loved in return
I mean babys die if they dont get love and cuddles
Beening love boast a ton of internal stuff in your body as well

>>2367350
>> Write-In
"Maybe we should see other people"