>>19471031
Fuck yeah

>>19471031
I love the opening, and the battle blimp.

>Apologize for my lateness, shit took longer than I thought. But anyways, thread on. I think I need a new computer, programs crashing out the ass just doing basic shit...

“I can't wait to get home... I want a shower...” The half Echidna half Minitauros complains as she plucks at her damp, dirty clothes with obvious disdain. You almost tell her not to worry because her tail is even dirtier, but than you remember last night and think it best to not bring up her tail at all. Not yet, anyways.

Maybe never. You aren't sure of the etiquette when discussing how you accidentally fingerbanged her cloaca. Probably different for her because she hates her snake body whenever it happens to her. Might be best to act like it never happened.

At least the antics of the young and disarmingly cute kpop girls is keeping your mind off of strange forbidden entrances by making you wonder what kind of strange forbidden entrances they posses instead.

Taking your advice, Jimbo ushered you all down into a rather cramped mess hall. “It would probably be bad if they started hitting buttons...” He had nodded when no one else was listening.

Zoe, the lizard girl, has busied herself by attempting to sleep in the strips of light coming in through the small portholes. The interior of the ship rather cool, she's apparently attracted to the heat. As the ship adjusts course, however, she's often forced to abandon one section of floor for another as the light shifts.

“Geeze! They should have at least installed a few heating lamps!” She laments, folding her arms and pouting. This only after nearly twenty minutes of her antics.

Awww yeah. motherfucker. Lets get rollin'

IT BEGINS

YES!

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>>19471138
YES FINALLY MADE IT

Well, a promise is a promise Papa.
I cant do any gang-banging,
so how about some gang-petting?

Meanwhile Bill is sitting and looking as though he is deep in thought, an expression you don't often see from your hard drinking incubus friend. He's spinning the pommel of his sword around in his hand and seems very out of it. Not only that, but you keep catching Tomoe glancing over at him every few minutes. You aren't sure why but you have a feeling something is going on with that.

Ivan, meanwhile, is slumped over on a table watching a vodka swish around in a half-empty bottle, almost longingly.

“Yo slavbear, what's the deal?” You finally ask.

“Eh?” Ivan turns his head, brow furrowed, “Oh well Essa doesn't do so well if the alcohol content in my blood is too high... You know how hard it is to clean blood puke up?”

“Can't say I do and I've no desire to change that.”

“I think it's nice that you're being so considerate, Ivan.” Karin scowls at you with just her eyes.

“Right right.” You wave it off.

With little else to do, you let your eyes meander around the small crew cabin. It's pretty sparse, spartan, even. Tables and chairs bolted to the deck, some food storage that is empty (you checked), and two heads. Little to keep you occupied, at all. A bored you is a destructive you.

[ ] Go find Jimbo and give the heavy guns a try

[ ] Test out the capabilities of the armor you found

[ ] Pester Karin like a small child, “Are we there yet?!”

[ ] Take kpop group on a tour of the dirigible you know almost nothing about, watch chaos ensue

New to this. Karin is OP pic + snake tail?

>>19471208
test out armor

[X] Take kpop group on a tour of the dirigible you know almost nothing about, watch chaos ensue
Because why the hell not?

CCCombo!
Test armour WHILE kpop tour.

>>19471208
[ ] Test out the capabilities of the armor you found
then
[ ] Pester Karin like a small child, “Are we there yet?!”

>>19471185
Some fine looking work there.
>>19471208
[ ] Test out the capabilities of the armor you found
Why must you tempt us?

>>19471209
Currently, yes.

>>19471208
Let's go see Jimbo

>>19471185
This is everything I've dreamed of and more!

Gang petting is best petting.

Really like your little details and all of the expressions. You can tell they've fallen under the curse of the fluffy tails, which you've made very fluffy. I really like the look you gave Tomoe, fits my idea of her very well, and I think her expression is my favorite of the bunch.

I absolutely love the pic.

I always ask, but do you mind if I use this as the next OP pic?

>>19471209
Only sometimes. Genetics are funny when you mix monster races, her legs randomly change into a snake tail along with a few other changes. You're a Frost (male yuki-onna) mixed with a Gorgon, and if you grow your hair long, it turns into ice serpents. Just a few examples.

With little else to do aside from chaos and destruction, and as alluring as unleashing the young kpop group into the depths of the ship to do as they please...

You figure you should content yourself some other way, a less ruinous way.

So you turn your attention toward your armor. Hardened steel plates engraved and set with pale blue crystal. The pauldrons are each ornately shaped into the skeletal heads of dragons, eyes set with black jet and possessing teeth that seem to actually be teeth. The breastplate layers upwards toward the peak, with a large bird of prey you don't recognize at its center, talons raised and sharp beak open as though in a cry. You've never been a huge sucker for really old stuff, but even you are pretty taken by this armor.

However you have yet to test one of its capabilities, or at least a theory of what the engravings are perhaps for.

Karin watches you get up with a raised eyebrow, noticing you're focused on the gauntlets you've slipped back on, "What are you doing?" She asks as you proceed toward the head.

"Werking on sumfing..." You reply as you reach out and turn the knob to let cold water flow from a spout.

It takes only a moment for you to start layering on the ice over the plates, making the frigid outer layer as cold and hard and dense as you can. You keep piling it on and on, until something just clicks and you know it's enough.

You take two steps out of the head and groan, "Holy damn this is heavy..."

"Well you did pile on pounds and pounds of ice, what did you expect?" Karin stands up and circles around you, "Interesting... It seems that theory was correct, or so it appears. Take a look." She fishes in her pocket and offers up a small mirror.

>>19471283
Thank you Papa-N
And of course, you're free to use it.
Hell, Im honored.

The ice has indeed formed as a hardened outer layer over the metal, appearing frosty and opaque over the plate. Even than, it is easy to tell she's right. As though directed by the armor itself, the ice has formed perfectly. Smooth and curved along the natural curves of the plate, even to the point of replicating in astounding detail the bird of prey on the chestplate and dragon heads of the shoulders. The light blue crystal manages to shine through even the frosted ice, giving the entire suit an almost surreal look.

"Whoa..." Is all you can manage as you turn to take it all in.

"You picked that up from down in there? Looks fancy, looks like something good to curse before leaving it..." Ivan takes a very small swig of the vodka before setting it back aside, "Hell, I'd curse it if I was about to leave it somewhere for eternity. Was it cursed?"

"Pfft. Curses. All that happened was I saw some crazy visions about an ancient Frost lord who stabbed me in the chest with his sword."

"Dude... That kind of sounds like a curse." Your werebear friend sits forward in his seat.

You turn around to give him an "oh you" face, "Silly bear, thinking cursed armor is a real thing."

Ivan chuckles and shakes his head, "Don't come crying to me when it freezes your junk off."

"Hah!" You place your hands on your hips in triumph, "Nothing can freeze my junk off, not even liquid nitrogen! I've tried it!"

Conversation inside the mess hall comes to a jarring halt and quiet permeates the air as every set of eyes inside the small room turns toward you. Karin giving you a very disapproving look, Tomoe a bit more shocked than anything, Bill appears about to laugh, and you get some worryingly curious glances from several of the kpop girls.

"Well I mean... It was a dare and I won five... Know what? Never mind. Yeah, I poured liquid nitrogen on my junk and it actually felt kind of good."

>protip: do not try this

>>19471549
Given that I think he was pointing me in the right direction to fix my magic ice cancer I think it isn't.

>>19471549
Whaaat? The crazy vision of other ice people stabbing us was a curse? Naw. The dead Icelord seemed like a real bro.

>>19471558

Karin obviously disaproves of you gambling with those nuts. They are her nuts and not yours to gamble with in her eyes. Why ladies always trying to make a claim on her man's nuts?

>>19471558
> I poured liquid nitrogen on my junk and it actually felt kind of good
I move that we start a collection of Erik's greatest quotes.

>>19471558
Don't try it at home kids, only licensed professionals and Frosts should pour Liquid Nitrogen on their genitals.

>>19471441
Sweet, I certainly will use it as the next OP pic. Thanks for drawing, always makes everything better.

The small room remains fairly quiet until you get Bill up out of his chair, eventually resorting to chucking almost perfectly spherical balls of ice at him until he relents.

"You want me to what now?" He looks at you as though you really are crazy this time, as if pouring liquid nitrogen on your own icicle and snowballs were only partially insane but this is full mental ward.

"Hit me. With your sword. C'mon, if it's worth a damn it has to be able to at least take a sword swing right?" You pressure him without relenting.

"I suppose? I guess it can't hurt. Unless it makes it through." The incubus shrugs before drawing his blade, "You want to try too... Uh, foxgirl?" He ends far more awkwardly than you're used to him being.

The kitsune shakes her head but doesn't comment further, or turn around. Something is going on here and you can smell it like a spidergirl can sniff out whatever it is that they eat. You think.

Shockingly, Karin doesn't voice any concern, still wrapped up in some of her gizmos and doodads.

"No words of caution?" Ivan asks for you, eyes fixated on Bill's hand and a half sword that gleams in the light pouring in on it from a porthole.

"Hardly nessecary. He's essentially trying to chop into a solid block of ice with steel underneath. Even if the edge could penetrate all of that ice, it would have lost too much energy to probably even dent the steel." The Echidna shakes her head.

"Hear that, Bill? She's saying you suck." You smirk.

There's a dull *thud* as the last third of Bill's sword slams into your side with a fast and deliberate blow. You look down and notice that the steel sword, a rather famous one at that, has failed to even find it's way through the entirety of the ice let alone the metal underneath.

"Fuck. Yes." You grin.

What comes next is an assault from nearly all sides as more of the small group attempt to find their way through your armor. The drider girl, Mi Sun, even tries a disturbingly large set of fangs.

"Bhwain fhweez..." She shudders as she grabs her head and clamps her eyes shut.

"I am invincible!" You pronounce, "Fear your impenetrable armored overlord you mongrels!"

Than Ivan knocks you to the other end of the room with a single swing of his arm.

>>19471688
>"Hear that, Bill? She's saying you suck." You smirk.
Ice cancer and we have one arm, we are winning this quest.

>>19471726
we have both arms

>>19471726
Nah, that's our dad.

Hahaha, brute force works just fine on him.

>>19471744
>>19471741
I thought for sure he'd make us roll for that.

>>19471758
for what?

"O...Okay... So maybe impenetrable would have been a better choice of words..." You wheeze, curled on the ground after finally skidding to a stop. Though the dinnerplate sized paw didn't dent the armor, it did knock away a rather impressive chunk of ice and hit you hard enough to knock the wind right out of you.

"Oh shit, my bad!" Your werebear friend bounds over to you and helps you off the floor, "You alright?"

"Fine, fine. I think it best to perhaps avoid confrontation with anything either large enough to either devour me whole or crush me inside the armor."

You stop suddenly when you start to feel very warm. Warm and wet.

"What's going... Ow. OW! HOT HOT SHIT FUCK HOT!!!!" You dance around, batting at the blue flames encasing your metal armor, having quickly melted the ice atop it away entirely.

"Don't forget the ice is worthless against anything with heat like my fire." Tomoe lectures you as the flames disappear. You nearly retort before realizing you're unscathed and don't want to wind up otherwise.

After stripping off the armor and your clothes until Karin had forced you to stop "Before those girls start trying to shove bills in your boxers", you collapse on the cold tile floor with a sigh.

"Moooooommmm~" You whine as nasally and annoyingly as you can manage, right at Karin.

"Eh?"

"Are we there yeeettt?"

Unfortunately, the answer is no.

Jimbo comes down a short while later and explains they aren't running full tilt like they had on the way to get you, as that consumes massive amounts of fuel and they don't want to stress the equipment as it technically wasn't even slated for a test flight until later in the month. Meaning you're going slow. Meaning you quickly become bored again.

Fortunes change when you remember Ivan brought liquor.

Soon enough, you, Bill, and the kpop members are playing a game of shotglass euchre.

"I'm beginning to suspect you're doing this on purpose..." The Centaur, Marie, speaks after you and Bill lose the fourth consecutive hand by getting set. Which means each of you take two shots.

"Pfft!" You shake your head as you set the glass down, "I had the King of hearts so telling you to pick up the Jack of clubs was just common sense."

Bill nods repeatedly as though this were common knowledge to anyone who's played euchre.

"I'm bored!" Zoe shouts, slapping her hand of cards down on the table, "This is boring!"

So sudden it causes all of you to jump at the blast of noise, warning klaxons sound loudly through what sounds like the entire war dirigible.

[ ] "We're home!"

[ ] "Fucking air pirates!"

[ ] "I bet we're out of gas, let's bail before they ask us to help push!"

>>19471894
[ ] "Fucking air pirates!"

>>19471894
[X] "Fucking air pirates!"

Ok, put on the armor, ice it up, and have Ivan perform a fastball special. He throws us right at the enemy groups.

>>19471915

What are we going to do for the landing?

>>19471894
We're home! It's air pirates! Adventure!

>>19471924
Divine intervention?

>>19471894
[^] "Fucking air pirates!"

>>19471924
Hopefully they're big enough to land on, or if we do it right we can hijack their vehicle.

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>>19471894

AIR PIRATES

>>19471894
>[ ] "Fucking air pirates!"
Batter down the hatches and get someone on the big guns
>>19471915
Bueno, second this
>>19471924
Create ice skates
Make curved ice ramp
slide to a stop like the chill motherfucker that we are

>>19471943

We should go cloud surfing later.

>>19471894

[ ] "Fucking air pirates!"
Yaarg

>>19471894
>[ ] "Fucking air pirates!"

[ ] "Fucking air pirates!"
Time to fuck shit up

"Fucking air pirates!" You howl even as you snatch up your armor from the ground and start to hastily put it on.

"A-air pirates...?!" Mora fakes panic and hides behind a chair, "Oh no, big rough men who raid ships looking for booty... What will they make me do if they capture me? Oh nooo~"

"This is no time to be a slut!" Marie stomps a hoof, eliciting a long sigh from the succubus.

Realizing you don't have what most would consider a melee weapon aside from your ice blades and wondering if you're bullet proof, you also secure your plate carrier over-top the ice over-top the armor. Just to be safe.

Then you realize that a G3 rifle actually has decent stats when forced into service as a club or spear.

"Why do you think it's air pirates?" Karin has to shout over the klaxons for you to hear her, and you snap around to face her, eyes alight with a terrifying crazy hobo trash can fire.

Your grin only grows and grows as you lower the helmet, "Look out the portholes."

Tactically don our cool new suit of armor, load up some 185gr FMJ in them drum mags. It's time to let the bodies his the... FLOOOOOOR!

[x] Air pirates

The Echidna girl hesitates for a moment, before slithering over to the wall and peeking through one of the round windows, before jolting back, "There's another ship out there!"

Sure enough, when the rest of the group look, they can see them as plain as day. Barreling in fast and hard, engines spewing black smog and crude assortment of cannons and artillery pieces trained right at the war dirigible, the ships are not at all difficult to spot. Nor is the flag whipping in the wind atop each of them, black with a skull and crossbones.

"Air pirates." You say again as though to affirm that yes, they are a real thing, before giving your charging handle a knock to chamber a round out of a fresh magazine.

An intercom crackles to life and Jimbo sounds rather frantic as he talks into it, "In case you haven't seen them yet, we've got company. Keep yer heads down and we'll be out of it in no time! Just don't do anything stupid!"

Erik babelfish translation Everything -> Erikspeak: Do something stupid.

[ ] Man the cannons but don't get cocky kid.

[ ] Go play engineer and "coax" the speed out of the engines so you can outrun them.

[ ] Stand on the outer bridge and look menacing.

[ ] Huddle together with the girls and act scurred.

Fuck, every time i see the word pirate i think someone is talking about me for a secon.

[X] Man the motherfucking cannons

Screw 185gr FMJ, get some Frangible Armor Piercing rounds up in this bitch.

>>19472091
[ ] Man the cannons but don't get cocky kid.

literal cannons, artillery, or just machine guns?

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>>19472091
outer bridge menacing like a fucking ice demon

>>19472091
[ ] The cannons, man them.

rolled 11 = 11

[x] Man the cannons but don't get cocky kid.

>>19472091

[^] Man the cannons but don't get cocky kid.

And have Ivan [^] Stand on the outer bridge and look menacing.

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I don't know what's going on, so lets go with whatever is the craziest while I catch up. Preferably if it's shooty/choppy/missile-y. Or possibly Fluffy.

>>19472131
Cannons in this seense would probably be 20mm and up.

>>19472091
MAN THE CANNONS! Blast them out of OUR sky!

once that is accomplished, get drunk with karin

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Mauser BK-27-style revolver autocannons please.

>>19472091

Ship-to-Ship Combat!

Load and fire Tomoe and Bill!

>>19472149
Idea
We man the cannons
Get Ivan in as much of the menacing part of the armor as possible
Shape the ice with snakes and spiders and other creepy shit
Give Ivan vodka, and make him roar at them

>>19472162
Hopefully something like the M61 Vulcan. That be nice.

[ ]Man dem Cannon

>>19472091
Fastball Special.

[ ] Man the cannons but don't get cocky kid.
They grow fat off the work of others, they must be purged.

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GSh-23 "twin-linked" autocannon

1) Fuck YES, Questan tiem!

2) [x] Man the cannons but don't get cocky kid.

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If we REALLY want to fuck shit up, we have 35mm AHEAD aircraft and missile defense cannons.

This system reads velocity from, calculates range and writes data back to each individual round while it passes the muzzle brake at Mach 3.

I'd say the Mauser is the classiest though.

>>19472227
Allmyboners.jpg

"Erik, where are you going?!" Karin screams so she can be heard over the loud alarms as you dash out of the room, nearly slipping on the tile floor. You make a mental reminder to let Jimbo know he should put some grip tape down or something.

"No time to explain, gotta go fast!" You shout, not bothering to turn around.

You know you saw what looked like a control center for the guns around here somewhere. It had a chair, monitors, and joysticks. Has to be gun controls or a very intricate security system. Possibly one with zoom cameras installed in the showers. Is there icecream on the ship? You could spill some on the girls, get them sticky, they'd all hop in...

"Damn it man, no time for that!" You berate yourself as you turn down another hallway. There! You see it!

After hitting the chair at such speed you think you nearly sheared the bolts holding it to the floor, you spin it around and dump yourself down into it. The control console is dark, none of the monitors active. You get it started by flipping as many switches as you see and twisting the joysticks around.

"Gun control booting." Chimes a neutral robotic voice.

"Great, what do I call you?" You ask, and the voice nearly responds before you interrupt, "No time, you're Pat from now on. Get the damn guns up!"

"You can call me..."

"You're PAT! Deal with it! Now get this damn thing operational before you're scrapyard Pat!" You bash the top of the panel of monitors with a fist.

One by one the screens begin to turn on, some blinking a few times before staying solid. You scan them eagerly, but don't see anything that indicates a weapon yet.

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GSh-6-23 gas powered, 9-10k RPM (over 9k!) rotary autcannon, 23mm.

>>19472091
Some one's gotta say it:
>[ ] Huddle together with the girls and act scurred.

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The 40 mike-mike Bofors L/60's make me moist.

>This is no time to be a slut!

Ah, succubi.

Then again, I wonder if the people are horrified at the way they act now compared to when they were still human.

"Gotta be honest, Pat. Not feeling the love here, not feeling it at all. Getting kind of twitchy, feeling like maybe grabbing some magnets and softdrinks."

The last of the screens come to life, and suddenly the joysticks stiffen in place. All at once, glowing buttons light up and some even blink. Holy hell all of these buttons, why would Jimbo do that to you? He knows you can't handle this!

Just as you're about to depress several buttons without understanding the code written underneath them, Pat actually makes a noise like it's clearing its throat.

"If I may, sir. Might I suggest rather than pressing the buttons to adjust the chair height, that you perhaps instead use the weapon selection menu?"

Weapon selection menu?

You look down at a screen set flat into the center of the console, between the two joysticks. A rather dull screen with a black background but very visible green lettering.

>Forward/Aft 155mm HE
>Side GSh-23 23mm AP
>GAU-12 Equalizer AA turrets
>88mm FLAK cannons

You almost shed a tear at the sight of it, it's so beautiful.

"Pat I take back everything I've ever said to you, will you marry me?"

"I am a computer program, I cannot be your waifu."

"Such a harsh and cruel world. Alright, activate them all. Let's show these fancy pants pirates who's boss of the sky!"

1d20 for steehl rehn!

rolled 6 = 6

>>19472383
>"I am a computer program, I cannot be your waifu."
I like Pat

rolled 26 = 26

>>19472383
Gen A quest AND SWQ?

ON THE SAME NIGHT!?

DAMMIT I HAVE FINALS TOMORROW YOU BASTARDS!

rolled 1 = 1

>>19472383
>"I am a computer program, I cannot be your waifu."

Sad.

rolled 16 = 16

>>19472383
STEEEHL RREEHNNNN

rolled 18 = 18

>>19472383
Pat, you being a computer program just makes our love pure.

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Gentlemen, obviously it's going to have turret-mounted pic related.

Yesssss, yesssssssssss.

rolled 17 = 17

>>19472383
We have Acht-acht FlaK? Why didn't you say so Papa, you glorious motherfucker!

>>19472413
Not any more.

rolled 9 = 9

>>19472413
whoops that was 120, my bad

rolled 7 = 7

>>19472383

8.8cm Flugzeugabwehr Kanone (FlaK)

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goddamn pic

>>19472429
That gun would fucking flip any land-based vehicle it's mounted on, unless it has some serious fucking ground-pads to brace itself with.

The goddamned jet that carries that fucking thing HAS TO FIRE IT'S AFTERBURNERS while firing the gun, or else it fucking stalls!

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rolled 19 = 19

Did I hear Steel Rain? I think I did!

You stop for a moment, fingers hovering over the controls.

"What makes you think you can't be my waifu, though?" You ask, watching the pirate ships get closer on your screens.

"I am a computer program. I have no emotions and as such, no means by which to love."

You run your hand tenderly along the array of monitors.

"Don't worry." You whisper, "I can teach you to love."

It didn't take long to locate and snag the hard drive containing Pat the weapons suite program, and when you did, you hugged it tight. "I can teach you." You repeat.

One last quick stop and you're out the side of the dirigible, falling gracefully until you're far enough away from the scene of the battle to pull the cord and let the parachute slow your fall.

You spend many years with Pat, who indeed learns to love you as you love it. Though you can't father any children with it, because it is indeed a computer program, you get by adopting three rambunctious tank computers out of a T90A. You feel good, knowing you saved them from poverty and eventual whoring in Russia.

"I love you, Pat." You smile as you watch the sun set, some years later, children already asleep in their turrets.

"Response: I love you too, meatbag."

rolled 5 = 5

>>19472429
>>19472492

Damn now THAT's a gun

Well Im out gents. Time for work, college and bizarre pseudo-relationship bullshit

Will try to spit out more shitty sketches for next quest.

Bye, Papa, Bye gentlemen. Stay awesome

rolled 2 = 2

>>19472383
Bring the rain.

>>19472516
>meatbag

Oh you.

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Twin-linked acht-acht.

>>19472516
Sweet robot lovin' cured our cancer.

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Now that I think about it... the 8800GTX was the best graphics card ever... there's something about the double-eight that makes things awesome.

>>19472554
Is it strange that i want those inside me?

>>19472578
is...that a... moe anthropomorphic flak 88?


god DAMMIT japan, why do you make my porn folder structure look so fucking weird

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>>19472580
You seem to have a twin-linking fetish.

Have an E100 with twin 88mm L/100 guns.

>>19472580
... kind of?

>>19472580
Only in a practical sense

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>>19472608

>>19472613
I blame 40k.

>>19472554
That's a 12,8cm Flakzwilling, not some kind of 8,8.

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>>19472613
Ohhhhhh my....
...why couldn't they have put that in WoTs? It'd actually make me want to go further than the Tiger II or E-75.

>>19472580
If you're a guy, possibly yes.
If you're a girl, possibly no.

>>19472677
What if i said i was both?

>>19472517
>Time for work, college and bizarre pseudo-relationship bullshit
>areyoume.png
Hope to see you next time, eagerly await it as always. Your work is also hardly bad by any means.

The guns come online almost the exact same time that the 155mm frontal howitzers line up with the four oncoming pirate craft. You're a bit stunned, as perfect timing is certainly not your average day.

"Guess everyone gets lucky some time..." You shrug, and depress the trigger.

The four frontal guns firing in alpha-fire mode is enough to actually shake the entire airship. You can feel the vibrations through your fingers, your feet, and your entire body as the chair underneath it actually wobbles slightly. You watch as the lead pirate ship is engulfed in smoke, and notice as pieces go flying out of the cloud in every direction. Hot damn you love that feeling.

Eagerly you squeeze the trigger again, but get no response.

"What are you doing, Pat? You can't hold out on me, you know I need it! Where's my shells, bitch! Gimme my shells!" You jerk at the triggers but still get nothing.

"The howitzers are currently loading. May I suggest you instead try the 23mm guns? Those will be within effective range shortly." The computer program informs you.

"Effective range?" You shake your head, "Fuck effective range."

>>19472613
Oh god, that would have been so much fun to use. And a bitch to build.

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>>19472655
You seem to be correct.

As someone dreaming to become a weapons engineer, I cannot help but love Nazi Germany.

>>19472580
Perhaps you'd rather be inside of them instead?
>huehuehuehuehue

Eight of the already twin-linked GSh-23 guns open up with an astounding rate of fire. Every fourth round is a tracer, Pat informs you. You'd thought they were all tracers, that tidbit of info only makes things all the more impressive.

The sighting systems of the console are rather crude, and you guess likely unfinished. The red circle crosshairs don't compensate for drop, wind, anything. Meaning you've got to do it the old fashioned way by walking in the streams of tracers until you're on target. This proves a bit more challenging than you'd originally anticipated as the remaining three pirate ships further increase speed and begin jerking evasive maneuvers, which aren't that impressive considering the size of the ships.

"They enemy is launching jetbikes. I suggest you slave the AA guns to me and concentrate on the main ships instead."

"God damn it, Pat, I'm trying to concentrate! Do whatever you want!" You grit your teeth and manipulate the joystick until at last you start landing hits on the approaching ship. Though you see some puffs of black smoke and realize they've started shooting back. A muffled explosion from overhead and the dirigible shudders.

"We've taken a hit, cabin deck, currently unoccupied."

"Just shoot the god damn bikes and load the fucking howitzers!"

>>19472690
You mean there was a pirate vessel left after taking nearly 28kg of HE?

Also more glorious 88mm flakzwilling, this time on the E100's heavier brother, the Maus

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>>19472758
hurrr...

Despite the torrent of fire you're laying down, you notice some jetbikes disappear from your monitors. They've gotten through the storm of metal.

Well, some of them.

"Oh damn, ouch..." You can't help but wince as you watch an eyepatched pirate basically be vaporized, replaced by a cloud of 88mm flak.

"Gun ready!" Pat declares loudly, and you see the 155mm light up again on the screen.

Wasting no time, you take aim at one of the two remaining pirate ships, howitzers rotating to keep pace as they attempt to come alongside. A really, really poor choice of tactics.

Another four massive shells, the dirigible rocking hard as you fire the howitzers at complete right-face. Too close to miss.

The pirate vessel is basically split into sections, parts of the deck careening off in random directions. One of it's props actually comes spinning off, bouncing along the hardened exterior plate of this warmachine of Jimbo's design.

"23mm turrets two, six, and eight offline." Announces the AI, and you notice as several of the screens go black, "The guns are being disabled."

[ ] Stay on the guns and try to take out the last ship with whatever you've got left

[ ] Get to the top deck and commence boarding action

[ ] Find the hangar and hopefully a heavily armed jetbike

>>19472833
Hmm...let's take the fight to them.

[x]Find the hangar and hopefully a heavily armed jetbike

>>19472833
[X] Get to the top deck and commence boarding action

Fastball Special

>>19472833
Jetbike. It has an underslung 20mm Mauser, right? RIGHT?! PAPA?!

A 40 bofors is fine too.

[ ] Get to the top deck and commence boarding action

WE ARE KING OF ALL FROSTS

NONE CAN STOP OUR MOST HOLY QUEST.

rolled 2 = 2

>>19472833
[ ] Get to the top deck and commence boarding action

"Prepare to repel boarders! ...oh wait, that's us."

>>19472833
[ ] Get to the top deck and commence boarding action

>>19472833

[ ] Get to the top deck and commence boarding action

THEY HAVE ENTERED THE HULK

WE GENESTEALER NOW

>>19472833
[^] Get to the top deck and commence boarding action

>>19472833
Lets engage in some reverse piracy.

"Pat I'm entrusting the guns to you. Do not shoot me god damn it. I swear to fucking god if you shoot me I will shit in your terminal even if I have to do it from beyond the grave."

"Understood."

"I fucking mean it!" You shout as you leap out of the chair and into a hard run. The stairs aren't hard to find, and Ivan is already headed toward them.

"Where's Bill?"

"Went to find the hangar I think!?" Ivan shrugs, already fully changed, before grabbing you around the middle and continuing to run, "Much faster this way!"

Indeed, with his impressive strength, Ivan can more or less just leap up five or six steps at a time and would have quickly left you behind inside your heavy armor. Still, you don't really like the idea of being carried, it's the principle of the thing.

"What's the plan?" The werebear asks as he flings open the door to the outside. Both of you have to hold your hands up to block the suddenness of the sun and wind.

"Plan? When the fuck do I ever have a plan?" You growl, pretty sure he didn't hear you as Pat keeps hammering away with blazing guns even as more of them are disabled by pirate fire.

Ivan stops suddenly, looking first at you, then at the large pirate vessel only now maybe twenty feet away. You see a dozen or so of it's crew on top, readying lines to cast over so they can board. The werebear's eyes come back, and finally rest, right on you.

"I don't like that look, Ivan. I don't like it at all."

"Time to fly, frosty!"

1d20 for relative safety of landing zone

rolled 10 = 10

>>19473012
>relative safety

rolled 11 = 11

>>19473012
>safe
Sure.

rolled 2 = 2

>>19473012
And when we fly, we fly alone

rolled 3 = 3

>>19473012
I BELEIIIIVVEEEE I CANNNN FLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

rolled 3 = 3

>>19473012
eh, why not? It's not like we're going to shatter to pieces or anything.

rolled 18 = 18

>>19473012

LET'S FLY!

rolled 1 = 1

>>19473012
oh lawd here it comes

rolled 1 = 1

>>19473012
I don't want to die!

>>19473060

Hooray! We Liiiv...

>>19473066

YOU!

>>19473066
well shit im done

rolled 5 = 5

>>19473066
>>19473068
>>19473054
>>19473051
>>19473049
ALL OF YOU STOP ROLLING RIGHT THEFUCK NOW

rolled 8 = 8

Well thats one confirmed one, this can't get worse soo...

rolled 14 = 14

>>19473049
>>19473051
>>19473054
>>19473066
>>19473068

Looks like it's time for some HUE HUE HUE.

>>19473084
I REGRET NOTHING!
EXCEPT NEVER TELLING KARIN WE LOVED HER!

rolled 18 = 18

>>19473136
OR ACTUALLY BANGING THAT SWEET SWEET SNAKE TAIL

Massive, furry arms rippling with pure unadulterated power, Ivan grabs you, hoists you like a log, and gives you a toss.

And by toss, you mean he fucking winged you straight at the enemy ship.

Hurtling through the air, spinning end over end and tumbling hard enough you think you're losing magazines, you fly. Oh, isn't that nice, you can see the ground down there between the two ships. My what lovely clouds in the sky. Ah, how peaceful.

"Fuuuuccckkkk yoouuuuu yoooogggiiiiii!!!!!" You scream and scream and scream until you've landed on something solid, only you still keep screaming because.

Well at least you landed safely, intact.

"Well well well, it looks like we've got a guest, boys. Why don't you give him a proper greeting?" A tall, black bearded dark elf gives you a mostly toothless grin before stepping back on his matching set of wooden peg legs.

Half a dozen sets of hands grab you and force you to your feet, ripping away the rifle from your grip and snatching your sidearm. You're more or less pinned in place by the sheer mass of the monsters holding you down, and now you're disarmed. Why did Ivan think this was a good idea?

"Sorrrryyy!!!" You hear Ivan yell at the top of his lungs, which is barely enough for you to hear it with all the gunfire.

"You throw like a fucking girl!"

It is then that you spot it, possibly the only thing capable of saving you now. An open canteen at the side of one of the pirates. You'll only get one shot at this...

[ ] Activate ice blades

[ ] Ice rink

[ ] Ice sculptures

rolled 9 = 9

>>19473193
[ ] Ice rink

DANCE FUCKERS DANCE

rolled 12 = 12

>>19473193
[x] Ice rink

LET'S DANCE!

>>19473193
[^] Ice rink

>>19473193
[X] Ice rink

>>19473193
Ice sculptures.
Bladed ice sculptures.

rolled 18 = 18

[ ] Ice sculptures
We board with swag.

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>>19473193
[ ] Ice rink

Let's do this.

Calling up as much of your power as you have, because you'll have to make this fucking quick, you concentrate on the water.

"What the shit?" The sharkman notices as the liquid comes flowing out of the canteen, right onto the deck. Where it freezes almost instantly.

Before any of them can react, or even figure out what the hell just happened, you strike. Shoving with all of your weight proves effective, as you're the only one still standing on unfrozen ground. The pirates go sliding back, flailing and barely managing to stay upright, several even dropping their weapons. Bad mistake.

Worse for them when the parallel ships enter a cloud bank.

You milk that opportunity for all it is worth, draining the cloud of as much moisture as you can. Enough to harden your armor, enough to coat the entire deck, enough to form wicked long blades that jut out from your arms.

Enough to function as somewhat crude but effective ice skates.

"What the fffuuu...!!!" One of the pirates tries to warn the others, barely able to see you through the dense cloud, but too late. You reach him in a mere moment, your right blade exiting his back and severing his spine the next. When you withdraw the ice blade, you can see the blood already frozen to it, tainted red in its entirety.

You've been called graceful, not at flying, not at running or swimming, but at skating.

A pirate doesn't get the chance to level his shotgun before you quickstep right and sever him at the middle with your left blade. His eyes still open in obvious shock even as the torso slides off the side of the ship, leaving a trail of blood atop the ice.

Something, I dunno. Probably too late to matter.

Again and again you strike using the darkness of the cloud as cover for your movements. More than once you nearly meet the edge and plummet overboard, barely managing to slice to a stop in time. It almost reminds you of playing furpuck back home.

Except the fights in furpuck generally don't result in decapitation and or dismemberment.

"Just fucking shoot!" You hear the pirate captain order, followed by the crackle of automatic gunfire. Rounds ricochet off the deck of ice, some nearer to you than you would have...

*HISSSSS*

You look down and see fragments of a bullet melting into the ice on your thighs and forearms. Then you notice the large chip out of the ice right beneath where your plate carrier ends.

"Huh, guess I am bulletproof..."

Despite the comfort in knowing the ice will stop small arms to an extent, you don't get too complacent. A shot to the joints or visor would render the armor irrelevant.

Silently now, you skate closer and closer toward the remaining pirates. Some of them have to stop to reload, and you seize the opportunity.

A whirling, skating mess of now red stained ice, you hit them.

"It's some kind of demon!" One of the crew, a male dullahan of all things, screams before you impale him through the chest. Your first strike had been worthless, having simply knocked his head from his shoulders as you'd attempted to separate his head from his neck.

Only now you've lost your element of surprise, and the vast majority of your momentum. Currently weighted down by a load of armor, ice, and more armor... You rather needed that momentum.

"I'll see how well you can fly, dog!" The captain lashes out with a cutlass. The hefty blade actually manages to sink alarmingly deep into the ice, so much you can feel the blow sharpen as it reaches the steel underneath.

Leaping back, you avoid another blow and raise your own blades in defense. Though you don't know why you did that, as another cleave of his long curved sword snaps your left ice blade to pieces.

Without some kind of weapon capable of blocking that cutlass, you aren't sure you can take him on at this range. Any attempt to block will destroy your other weapon and while you can reform them, it will leave you open. You aren't sure you can entirely rely on your armor to stop every attack, either.

[ ] Slapshot

[ ] Hat trick

[ ] Penalty

>>19473514
[X] Hat trick

[X] Slapshot

Time to go Goldberg up in this bitch.

>>19473514
[^] Penalty

rolled 3 = 3

>>19473514
Hat Trick

>open MRE
>expect goodies along with meal itself

>get peanut butter, cookies, crackers, and jam instead

Well at least the cookies are decent...

>>19473514
[ ] Hat trick

How are we getting back anyways?

Always hat trick.

>>19473549
What no skittles poptarts or pound cake?

>>19473514
[X] KICK TO THE BALLS

If you can't beat him up front, you'll have to be... Tricky.

"PAT!" You yell into the convenient headset you'd put on before leaving, "Activate assault protocol zero one alpha!"

You start skating hard, digging into the ice for every ounce of energy you can get.

"I don't know such a protocol... I suggest..."

"Just fucking shoot him!"

At the last second, you get low into as much of a slide tackle as you can manage. Which turns out a pretty good one, considering you're on ice. You go careening wildly toward the captain, who's swinging his sword down to intercept you. It's all in a john woo slowmo and some doves fly off of the side of the pirate airship in the background.

Your feet hit him before he can get the blade down, hitting him right at the ankles. With a pained shout, he's knocked into the air.

"Dooooo eeeeeetttttt!!!" Desperately you scream to Pat the weapons program.

The pirate captain spins around midair, evil grin on his face yet again, sword drawing nearer and nearer as he continues to rotate...

Until he's turned into little more than red goo and bone fragments as a burst of 23mm cannon fire pierces him from head to foot.

>>19473601
No, I feel cheated. Did buy a pound cake single, though. Milsurp store sells complete MREs for $7.50 which is a pretty good deal. I can only be so mad, it is pork ribs after all.

You grimace as what's left of the captain basically just splashes down on you, anything liquid freezing fast to your armor until you resemble some kind of walking slaughterhouse popsicle.

Yeah now THAT'S a look that will really make the ladies swoon.

"God damn now get me off of this fucking thing!"

"...Guys?"

"Hello?!"

Well now you're stuck on a pirate ship with no forms of communication, it would seem.

A massive explosion rocks the deck you're standing on and your eyes settle on something clutched, or rather, was clutched, in the pirate captain's left hand.

A deadman switch.

[ ] Jump for it, hope to get rescued before becoming a meat popsicle pancake

[ ] Get to the hangar in time to steal pirate jet bike

[ ] Bifrost

[ ] Cut off an engine and use it to launch yourself back to your own ship

>>19473729

[x] BIFROST! LET'S RAINBOW BRIDGE THIS BULLSHIT.

rolled 11 = 11

>>19473729
[x] Bifrost

>>19473729
This sounds like fun [^] Bifrost

WE BRIDGE TO VALHALLA NOW

(that was what bifrost was right or was that another bridge?)

>>19473743
Seconding with gusto

>>19473729
[ ] Get to the hangar in time to steal pirate jet bike

[X] Bifrost

Let's do this shit.

BIFROST

You're left with just one option. One hope. One chance for salvation.

You'll have to make a bridge, a bridge out of whatever materials you can find. You scour the deck, see all the frozen ice. There's a lot, but probably not quite enough. You look toward the bow, but the nearest clouds are still too far. Time to improvise.

Concentrating your already tired mind, you set to work...

***

You, Ivan the werebear, watch in what is close to absolute disbelief as the sight unfolds before your very eyes. A sight quite unlike any you saw before, and you've seen a lot of sights. The trenches of a massive war, men turned to stone by weaponized Gorgon eyes, a flash of drunken werebat tit, a pool filled with pure clear vodka... A lot of sights.

But none quite like this.

A bridge is forming, slowly, between the dirigible you're standing on, and the pirate craft some thirty feet away. You've seen your friend Erik form an ice bridge before, more than once. But never like the one you're witnessing slowly creep along.

Though much of it is indeed made of water, some of it you know surely must be something else. A section of red, another of blue, yet another of yellow, and finally the clear ice to finish it all up.

"It's like..." You start, but than see Erik skate across in a hurry as the bridge starts to collapse just behind him, an inch behind his heels.

"Blood, piss, ice, and some faggot's blue blood! Bifrost, motherfucker!" The Frost yells up at you as he skids to a halt on the deck and the last of the multicolor rainbow ice bridge collapses.

>>neatorific! Just in time!
[ ] Bifrost

>>19473840
Haha, nice work making a bridge.

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>>19473840
>a flash of drunken werebat tit
Go on...

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>>19473840
Stay frosty, oscar mike

Panting hard, well aware now you've been moving VERY quickly in a heavy suit of armor, you collapse to the deck. Tilting your head, you manage to take one last look at the pirate ship you just came from, before it becomes engulfed in fire and starts to lose altitude, sinking out of view.

"Dude, are you alright!?" Ivan shakes you and finally rolls you over before taking off your helm.

"Why is it..." You close your eyes, still breathing hard, "Never cat girls?"

Your giant of a friend bearhugs you around the middle so he can hoist you over a shoulder enough to carry you. Mostly you just hang limp like a sack of potatoes.

"Whoa Erik, that was pretty cool!" Jimbo helps Ivan ease you gently onto a couch.

You look at him, pleading him with your eyes not to do it. But there's no stopping him now.

"I mean damn, to think of something like that and not just freeze on the spot or crack under pressure! Bravo!" Jimbo claps, shaking his head as though astounded.

"Drop me back over the side, won't you?" You ask Ivan.

"I might do it for him!" A pair of soft hands grab you by the sides of the head and shake your noggin a bit, "Quit doing stupid shit to make me worry you idiot!"

>>19473840
Papa-N, you make me happy.
now proceed....

Oh papa-n. I love this.

>>19473925
"Sorry, princess, but I don't know how to do that."

>>19473925
Well there ain't no rest for the wicked

"Now hey, hey, HEY... Hey... I take offense to that." Sitting up as you talk, you come face to face with Karin, "I don't do stupid shit to make you worry, I just do stupid shit."

With blindingly fast speed, so fast it catches you entirely off-guard, Karin wraps you up in her tail.

"Hey you're getting pre-tty g-ood with...Urk...!" She's getting pretty good with that tail of hers. The one currently almost crushing you.

"Now you listen here, iceman. I've lost countless hours of sleep and several pounds worrying and stressing and trying to figure out a way to save your life. Therefore you aren't allowed to go die during some crazy action film sequence. Got that?" Your Echidna girlfriend barks, before shoving her face against your own, pressing her lips down and forcing her tongue...

"I'll just go check out the engines or something..." Jimbo blinks twice before quietly leaving the room, followed closely by Ivan.

Karin pulls away rather violently, her entire face flush and sporting a mixture of confusion and something else.

"Why am I so hot? This body doesn't make any sense..." She frets, squeezing her own temples between her hands.

You try to say something, but find yourself quite unable. It seems, instead, she's still binding you hard. The way the armor is hinged, it does nothing to prevent you from being strangled. Which may well happen as Karin continues to freak out.

>>19473925
Is this the part where she grabs hold and never lets go, and our heart stops after about 45 seconds?

>>19474090
I can see into the... past.

>>19474084
Calling it now, a bad end involves being healed and then accidently strangled to death by Karin.

>>19474144
Good end: Karin + Catgirls
True end: Karin + foxgirls and fluffy tail bliss

[x]cool her down.

She'll get nice and sleepy.

In fact, we could put her into a cold-coma and molest her, then warm her back up and she'd have no idea.

I'm a bad man.

>>19474178
I'm pretty sure that Karin does not want to share.

>>19474084
Hey, there's nothing stopping you from coughing and spasming.

>>19474199
We'll find a way, we always do

>>19474199
Yeah, she'll want the fluffy tails all to herself.

>>19474199
There's only so much tail one woman can handle.

"I don't get it. I'm really REALLY mad at you and at the same time it's exciting and... I just don't... Erik?!" She finally notices you struggling for air and quickly loosens her hold on you.

"Okay..." You rasp, gulping down as much air as you can as fast as you can, "I thought you were getting better with your tail, but now I'm not so sure..."

The half Echidna girl spazzes for a few minutes as you strip off your armor, talking so fast you can't understand her as she both seems to scold and caress you at the same time. You're both frustrated at being lectured and very aroused by the way her tail moves, wrapping you up again. This results in...

"Erik..." Karin finally stops talking, looking down at where her tail is again wrapped around your midsection, "What is... N-noooo!!!"

She moves faster than what you thought was capable in her snake form, sending you spinning across the room where you bounce off one of the walls with a dull thud. Karin meanwhile is doing her best to hide behind a chair far too small to conceal her current form.

"You can't blame me for that one!" You start before she can, "That was all you! Rubbing on me and your tail was... You didn't realize you had my arm squeezed between your..."

"I-I wasn't trying to do anything lewd like that! I don't want my first time to be like this, not with this tail!"

>>19474212
Harem ends are not necessarily best ends

>>19474262
Seconded.

That said aaaaaaaawwww, @ Karen in >>19474247

>>19474178
Sexy End: Illithid-Gorgon hybrids!

>>19474262
Eh, I'll give it to ya for that. I'm really more in favor of after all is said and done to go home and be a family man.

"Wait hold up I wasn't trying to do anything like that!" You retort, approaching her as she backs away screaming. You realize why as frosty the snowman hasn't exactly melted back down yet, "Oh come on, it isn't some kind of fanged beast!"

You grab her around the middle and hold her down as best you can.

"See? It isn't attacking you! Grab it! Face it, don't run away!" You don't let her go despite her thrashing and screaming.

"Noooo!!! Keep it away! I don't want it!" Karin screams, the sound hard against your ears inside the small room.

"If you don't touch it you'll never conquer your fear!"

Then, as you say that, you realize that the door is open and Tamoe is standing just outside in the hallway, watching with a look of pure disgust. Several of her tails and her left ear are twitching, and she seems to be at a complete loss as to what she was going to say or why she came here.

"Oh." You stop moving, as does Karin, "Sup?"

"We're... We're landing... Soon..." The kitsune takes another step back as she closes the door behind her.

>>19474247
But I like your tail!

When you rejoin the rest of the party, it is to the deafening sound of silence. You exchange glances with Ivan, who shrugs and finally pulls you aside.

"These walls aren't as uh, they aren't as thick as you might have thought..."

"Fuck."

"Yeah, I think that's what everyone though you were trying to do."

"I was not!" You protest loud enough that everyone can hear, "I was trying to help Karin get over a phobia!"

The uneasy silence continues for another moment, before Zoe, poor dumb ditzy Zoe, has to open her mouth.

"She's afraid of dicks?"

>>19474423
I like these girls.

>>19474423
Yes, I mean no, I mean shut up and sing a song or something.

>>19474335
I'm not sure how I feel about this. On one hand, it's funny. On the other, it's awkward as fuck.

>>19474423
[x]Yeah, a guy named Richard mugged her when she was young.

>>19474457
I lol'd... Hard

Karin almost collapses, Tomoe jolts, and Bill coughs and hacks having been midway through a bottle of water and nearly breathing it.

"Z-Zoe..." Marie starts with trepidation, her face belaying she really doesn't know what to say.

"You're afraid of dicks?" The lizardgirl asks again, right to Karin this time.

The Echidna girl buries her head in her hands, "I'm so embarrassed I could die!" She squeals.

"No, she's got some kind of complex about her current snake form instead of her legged one. Some kind of hangup and it isn't a simple one so I'd wager that right now, THAT is the reason she's afraid. It isn't the dick itself, it is everything else about the situation." You rattle on like some kind of mind scientist.

"You aren't helping. AT ALL!" Karin grabs your wrist and gives your arm a jerk.

A few minutes later, awkward silence giving way to awkward "we totally didn't just have an awkward moment" conversation, the massive dirigible finally settles to the ground. You don't recognize the landing zone, but you're just glad to be back on solid ground. That is a VERY bizarre feeling for you and you aren't sure how to handle it.

[ ] Go back with Karin, "help" her with researching the runes

[ ] Head back to Ivan's and see if Essa found anything on the hard drives

[ ] Go egg on Bill and Tomoe until they just fu...fight already

[X] Go back with Karin, "help" her with researching the runes

>>19474546
[ ] Go back with Karin, "help" her with researching the runes
It's our most solid... ice... umm... some ice pun goes here.. lead.

>>19474546
[x]Go back with Karin

We could totally help her get over her body-shyness.

>>19474546
>[ ] Head back to Ivan's and see if Essa found anything on the hard drives

>[x] Go egg on Bill and Tomoe until they just fu...fight already

Why can't I pick both of these?

>>19474546
[^] Go egg on Bill and Tomoe until they just fu...fight already

>>19474581
most solid lead into cracking this cold case?

>>19474546
I think Karin could use some alone time to recover.

[x] Go egg on Bill and Tomoe until they just fu...fight already

>>[ ] Head back to Ivan's and see if Essa found anything on the hard drives
Hopefully we got something from them... What is it we're trying to get from the hard drives?

[ x ] Go back with Karin, "help" her with researching the runes

>>19474596
Sounds good to me sir.

>>19474546
Head to ivans, give Karin some space.

>>19474546
[X] Head back to Ivan's and see if Essa found anything on the hard drives

Yeah, Ivan's. Karin needs some space. She has body issues, adn we can help her, but you never beat a problem by beating it in the face until it's not a problem.

Not with women, anyway.

>>19474546
[X] Head back to Ivan's and see if Essa found anything on the hard drives

She'll just be sitting on his lap idly drinking his blood while working won't she?

>>19474546
Egg on Bill and tails

I had thought. We should sell tickets to the fight between Bill and Tomoe. Make a big event out of it.

And you know split the profit them. We can all use some extra dosh.

>>19474681
>profit with them

Bah. Need to check more.

rolled 1 = 1

T-t-t-t-tiebreaker!

1 = Ivan's place

2 = Bill/Tomoe fight

>>19474681
THIIIIIIIS.

Also, [x]Fluffy Tails.

>>19474720
Fuck me sideways.