>>41796682
>[ ] Two can play at that game

>>41796682
>>[ ] Two can play at that game

>>41796682
>[ ] Two can play at that game

>>41796682
>[ ] Two can play at that game

>writing

... Two can play at that game.

"I'll admit, I didn't spend much time up there. My focuses were... lower" You say.

Safi flinches at your sudden forwardness. "Uhh... her stomach?" She asks. "Because that's pretty nice too, if you're into that area more than the other"

"Lower" You say with a sly smile.

"L-lower that that? Uhh..." She says. "The area... below her stomach?"

You smile a bit wider. Safi might act dirty sometimes, but deep down she's a major prude. "Lower" You say.

She blinks several times and blushes, letting out a nervous laugh. "H-her uhh..."

Safi's next word is cut off by the blare of the bell, signaling the end of class.

You close her sketchbook and hand it back to her. "Well, I guess I'll have to describe it in more detail later" You say, packing up your things.

Safi hits you on the arm. "That was mean" She says.
"I give it as good as I get it" You say. "I must say, turning that around felt pretty good. I should do that more often"

Safi pouts angrily, and you chuckle. "See you later" You say, stopping before you head out. "Oh! Right, it sounds like we're going to see a movie tomorrow. You in?"
"I don't think I have anything better to do" She says. "I'll let you know if that changes"

With that, you wave to her and head out into the hallway.

>[1/2]

You walk up to the 3rd floor, and once more you deftly avoid an assault from behind; giving the perpetrator a swift retribution.

"Ow" Yui says, rubbing her butt. "How do you always know?"
"Didn't you know? Once you get good enough at beating people up you automatically get a sixth sense" You say.

Yui glares at you. It has about the same effect as a puppy growling. "That's bullshit" She says.
"Nope. Absolutely true" You say.

"Then how did I get you that first time a few days ago?" She asks.
"I let you" You say.
"Suuuuuuure" She says. "By the way, I still need my hard drive"

Her hard-dri... "Shit" You say.
"You forgot it didn't you?" She asks.
"I absolutely did" You say.

"Can I swing by and grab it today?" You ask.
"I'll be busy today" You say.

>[ ] I'll give it to you tomorrow

>[ ] Kyla will let you in

>[ ] Other

>>41797267
>[ ] Kyla will let you in

>>41797267
>>[ ] Kyla will let you in
"Before you take it, let her take a look and maybe download a series she might like. Maybe throw her some recommendations."

>>41797267
>[ ] I'll give it to you tomorrow
She's going to let the stank out.

>>41797267
>[ ] Kyla will let you in

>writing

"Kyla will let you in" You say. "While you're there, you could show her what to and not to watch"
"Can I show her Boku no-"
"No" You say, lightly chopping her head. "Bad Yui"

She sticks out her tongue. "Fine. Can I at least give her stuff like school days?"

"I guess..." You say. "But if she cries or freaks out, you're coming over to deal with it"

"That's not a bad trade off" She says. "Cool, I'll swing by sometime. What are you up to later?"

"Fighting stuff" You say. "New school opened up over on Humberwest, so I'm gonna check it out"
"Working to master yet another art?" She asks.
"I'll check it out, at least" You say. "Doesn't sound like it'll have anything new though. And I'd hardly call myself a master of anything"

"Looking to uhh... jack another art then?" She asks. "Does that work?"
"Not really" You say.

That was all a lie... kind of. You could technically count magic as a martial art, even if it wouldn't technically count as one.

You still feel bad though.

The two of you walk into the english classroom, and the teacher waves you over.

"Saif, do you have yesterday's assignment?" He asks.

Yesterday's... right. The essay...

>[ ] Tell him you forgot it, ask if you can give it to him on Monday

>[ ] Tell him it's in your locker and run home

>[ ] Tell him it's in your locker and try to get Kyla to email it to your student account

>[ ] Other

>>41797630
>[ ] Tell him you forgot it, ask if you can give it to him on Monday

>>41797630
>>[ ] Tell him you forgot it, ask if you can give it to him on Monday

>>41797630
>[ ] Tell him you forgot it, ask if you can give it to him on Monday

>writing

"This morning was uhhh... a little hectic and I forgot it" You say. "Would I be able to hand it in on Monday?"
"Normally I wouldn't, but because you were away yesterday I'll let it slide" He says.
"Thank you! I-"
"Just don't make a habit of it" He says.

"Yes sir" You say.

The teacher dismisses you, and you head back to your seat. Along the way, you exchange a look with Yui.

You flop into your chair at your little desk. This class has the annoying desk-chair combos that must've seemed like such a good idea because fucking half the classrooms have them, despite the fact that they're uncomfortable as shit.

You lean back and take a moment to consider how this day is going. The start was pretty good, but ever since then it's been going slowly downhill.

Hopefully the rest of the day goes better...

>[1/2]

The teacher finishes his lesson as the bell finally rings.

You'll admit that you weren't paying attention. The possibility of finally gaining an ally in the Arena has been weighing on your mind all day...

Well, except for this morning of course. But you feel like you had a pretty good distraction there.

You pack your books back into your bag and head over to Yui's desk.

"So I'll see you tomorrow?" You ask. "Or possibly today, depending on how things go"
"You bet" She says. "I've gotta head home first before I go to your place. I only have a little more prep work to do and then I'll be ready for next weekend"

"Nice" You say. "Good luck"
"You too!" She says. "And don't kick anyone in the face when you aren't supposed to!"

Yui hops up and heads for the door.

"When have I ever done that?" You ask.
"Kendo" She says.

Ah yes. You had forgotten about that...

This school had a Kendo club last year. It didn't last long, and you only got to go to maybe 2 meetings. That's because you ended up kicking its founder in the face during a spar. He was not happy.

You chuckle at the memory as you leave the classroom, making sure to thank the teacher for the extension along the way.

You make your way home quickly, and before you know it you're back at the elevator, and then at your room...

"How's it hangin'?" Kyla asks.
"Oh, hey" You say, more than a little nervous. Unlike your friends, Kyla probably heard your... activities... this morning...

>[ ] Talk about it

>[ ] Leave it be

>[ ] Other

>>41798158
>>[ ] Talk about it
Apologize and tell her you hope she gets something good out of Abigail.

>>41798158
>[ ] Leave it be

>>41798158
>>[ ] Talk about it

>>41798158
>Talk about it

>>41798158
>[ ] Other
Question her if she heard anything weird last night and if she did apologize for being...loud.

>>41798232
I think you mean this morning

>>41798267
Your'e right, forgot Saif knocked out when they were in the middle of doing it.

>writing

"So... about last night... and this morning" You say.
"Say no more" Kyla says, walking over to you and holding out her fist.

You look at her hand, and then at her.

"Don't leave me hanging" She says. "This is how you fistbump, right?"

You bump her fist with your own, in what you will remember as your most confused fistbump to date...

"You're not... mad?" You ask.
"Saif. Society was different in my day" She says. "In comparison to then, the way society now looks at sex is like a bad practical joke. I mean seriously, it's literally THE most natural thing that a person does, and it's somehow become taboo"

This was not the reaction you were expecting. You figured she'd be annoyed, or mad... or something.

"It's like the damn puritans took over. Those buttmad cucks would faint at the sight of a naked woman, which is probably why the king used to nail their wives" She says, and then she laughs as she remembers something. "One time he did it right in the middle of the assembl-"

"I'm sorry... I'm gonna have to stop you. I think you've lost me" You say.
"My point is, Saif" She says, reaching up and putting a hand on your shoulder. "You needed to get laid"

"I did?" You ask.
"You were too uptight" She says. "Which can be fine for a while, but if you don't cut loose and find an outlet for the desires that you and I both know that you have, then all that tightness has a way of breaking you"

"So... why did you-"
"Ok. Even you aren't dense enough to not notice how into you that girl was" She says. "All I had to do was vacate, and let things happen"

>[ ] Sorry... could you go over that again?

>[ ] So why did you ask her for a favour?

>[ ] You knew something was going to happen?

>[ ] Other

>>41798554
>>[ ] So why did you ask her for a favour?

>>41798554
>>[ ] So why did you ask her for a favour?

>>41798554
>[ ] So why did you ask her for a favour?
>[ ] You knew something was going to happen
ha kyla a best

>>41798554
>[ ] So why did you ask her for a favour?
>cucks
Haha go back to /pol/

>>41798554
>[ ] Other
"Sometimes I forget your'e a god stuck in a little girls body, so about the favor, what are you going to ask in return?"

>writing

"So if you wanted it to happen, why ask for a favour?" You ask.
Kyla shrugs. "She asked, said she'd do me one later if I did her one now" She says. "I wasn't gonna argue with that"

"Huh" You say.

"And on that note-" Kyla takes a few more steps forward and hugs you. "-I'm glad you made it back"
"Thanks" You say, putting a hand on her head and stroking it.

"How did it go?" She asks.

"Well I finally got to talk to the scholar" You say.
"What did they say?" She asks, her voice muffled by your chest.

"Not much, but I did get their number" You say, pulling the piece of paper out of your pocket and reading it.

It's blank...

"Or not" You say.
Kyla looks up and sees the page. "Oh, lemme see that" She says.

You hand her the paper, and she takes it, and then she pulls a phone out of it.

"What?" You ask.
"It's a page from the Scholar's Archive" She says. "The phone was stored within, but it doesn't look like there's anything else in here"

She hands you the phone. It looks like a burner phone, probably with a limited number of messages and calls...

>[ ] Check out the phone

>[ ] Tell Kyla about the other stuff that happened

>[ ] Go talk to Ms. Browning about magic

>[ ] Other

>>41798921
>>[ ] Check out the phone
>>[ ] Tell Kyla about the other stuff that happened
Kinda killed two guys.

>>41798921
>[ ] Tell Kyla about the other stuff that happened

>>41798921
>[ ] Tell Kyla about the other stuff that happened
>[ ] Check out the phone

>>41798921
>[ ] Tell Kyla about the other stuff that happened
>[ ] Check out the phone

>writing

"I also..." You begin, but the rest of the words catch in your throat.

Kyla looks back up at you with a worried expression. "You okay? You look a little pale" She says.

"I k-k..."
"Go sit down" She says.

You nod and walk over to the couch.
"Not there" She says, then she points at the floor in front of the couch. "There"

You sit where she indicated, and she sits behind you. A short few moments later, you feel her hands on your shoulders.

"Keep going" She says.

You take a deep breath. "I... killed them... two champions" You say.
"Which ones?" She asks. Her voice is soft and reassuring.
"The Gambler... and The Shifter" You say.
"Tell me what happened" She says.

You recall the moments leading up to their deaths, and your mind recoils. You can feel your body getting tense.

"Saif, relax" She says. "I've done this before"
"You have?" You ask.
"It's been a while, but this was one of my duties as a priestess" She says. "Young soldiers would often return with scars that couldn't be seen, and I would help relieve them. Now, tell me what happened last night. It doesn't have to be detailed. Start from the beginning, when you first entered"

You take another deep breath, and feel your body start to relax under Kyla's hands.

"Thaaaaaat's better" She says.
You take another breath, and begin.

>[1/2]

You finish your story, and spend a minute or so in relative silence. Kyla continues to work your back the whole time.

"Does it ever get easy?" You ask.
"Killing?" She asks.
"Yeah..." You reply.

"It can, but only if you're doing it wrong" She says.
"How so?" You ask.

"Always remember them" She says. "You were never going to win this without sacrifice, but their deaths will never be in vain. You take this home, and no one will ever have to be subjected to this again"

"But it's like you said, they all have their own reasons to be here" You say.
"A desire that they cannot achieve with their own power" She says. "You know, that was the second reason why I chose you"

"What was?" You ask.
"You like to focus on realistic goals" She says. "Nothing so lofty that it's out of your reach, and if it's out of your reach then you work so you can reach it"

"You know an awful lot about me" You say.
"I like to keep an eye on my people" She says. "You remind me a bit of my king"

>[ ] Ask about her life before she became a goddess

>[ ] Thank her for the help and see Ms. Browning

>[ ] Thank her for the help and check out the phone

>[ ] Other

>>41799603
>[ ] Ask about her life before she became a goddess

>>41799603
>>[ ] Ask about her life before she became a goddess

>>41799603
>[ ] Ask about her life before she became a goddess

>writing

"What was life like back then?" You ask.
"I can't really tell you a lot but..." She says. "The world was a lot smaller. We knew less. We accepted so much as the work of the gods, because the gods told us that it was so"

"Sounds... interesting" You say.
"We worried that if the sun god wasn't appeased that the sun wouldn't rise, that if we didn't make the right sacrifice to the god of the harvest that we'd all starve" She says. "It was different"

"You said I was like the king, what did you mean by that?" You ask.
"He would never view something as 'out of reach'" She says. "If he couldn't have something, it was because he didn't yet possess the power to claim it"

"And the bit about him nailing someone's wife?" You ask.
"That... uhh..." She says. "He liked to show off more than you do. Whenever the puritans wanted to outlaw anything regarding sexual freedom, he would seduce one of their wives and... Y'know..."

"He'd screw them?" You ask.
"Not just screw them. Their husbands would wish that they were just getting screwed" She says. "He'd give his whole speech on how people should be allowed to do what they do while balls deep in one of his opponent's women"

"That's both hilarious and horrifying" You say.
"It caused him more than his fair share of problems" She says. "But in the end, he would always be the king..."

You catch something in her voice there that you can't quite make out... nostalgia? Regret?

"But! You have things to do!" She says, patting your back and standing up.

"Thanks" You say.
"Not a problem!" She says.

>[ ] Check out the phone

>[ ] Go see Ms. Browning

>[ ] Other

>>41799992
>>[ ] Check out the phone

>>41799992
>>[ ] Check out the phone

>>41799992
>[ ] Check out the phone

>>41799992
>[ ] Check out the phone

>writing

Also, I don't know about everyone else, but I've been lurking for a while here, so you do in fact have more than four people actively watching this quest smiley.

>>41800234
Is it so hard to vote?

>>41800290
I'm switching between two threads and ss13, I miss most of the votes. Also you guys haven't done anything overtly autistic yet, although I'm suprised shes even allowed to talk about her past seeing shes not allowed to tell us anything that we can use in any meaningful way, and the past sure as hell can be useful.

You pick up the phone and look it over.

"I'll leave you to that" She says, grabbing your laptop. "I'm gonna go watch stuff"
"You finish Durarara?" You ask.
"Yeah" She says. "I'm workin' through Star Driver now"

"No" You say.
"What?" She asks.
"No you cannot change my uniform again" You say.
"I wasn't gonna" She says.
"Weren't you?" You ask.
"Maybe..." She says. "I think it would look pretty cool"

"No" You say.
"Fine..." She says. "For the record, I think you could've pulled it off"
"I'll take your word for it" You say.

Kyla retreats into her room, and you turn the phone on.

It's an old flip phone. No brand, no model. When it finally comes on, you see that 'text' is the only option. So you take it...

[Scholar]<Hello?

You send the message. And wait...

and wait...

and wait...

[Scholar]>Hello. I was starting to worry that you had trouble extracting this from the page
[Scholar]>I take it you're interested in an alliance?

[Scholar]<I am

[Scholar]>Are you available on Sunday?

>[ ] I am

>[ ] I might be

>[ ] I'm available now

>[ ] Other

>>41800234
I've been lurking as well. Been busy with something else so miss a lot of votes.

>>41800334
>>[ ] I am
Movie thing is Saturday.

>>41800334
>[ ] I am
We better fucking make time, this is important.

>>41800334
>[ ] I am

By the way, $50 says that our current Leave-Of-Absence teacher is The Spy.

>>41800334
>>[ ] I am
Sigh, I guess movies are later....

The lurking conversation is weird guys, just fucking vote if you can

>>41800362
Movie is on Saturday aka tomorrow.

>>41800334
>[ ] I'm available now

>>41800381
Oh shit, my bad

>>41800334
>[ ] I'm available now

>>41800334
>[ ] I'm available now

>>41800334
>[ ] I'm available now
Wait, what kind of priestess was Kyla?

>writing

>>41800485
Wait what are you writing? The vote is tied

>>41800334
>>[ ] I am

>>41800505
You wanted the lurkers to post so they posted!

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>>41800550
Thats right, I posted. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW FATHER?

[Scholar]<I'm available now

[Scholar]>Unfortunately I'm not. Good hustle though.

[Scholar]<Then Sunday works

[Scholar]>Good. I'll send you an address on Sunday morning.

The phone turns off on its own, leaving you hanging.

So the Scholar will be sending you an address for Sunday... God you hope this isn't some kind of trap...

Now all that's left is magic lessons, and you're free for the night.

>Anything else before you head to Ms. Browning?

>>41800570
Nope

>>41800570
I got nothing, I think we are good to go.

>>41800570
Nope

>>41800570
Magic time is go boss

>>41800570
Tell Kyla that Yui is coming by later

>>41800626
This

>writing

I wonder if we're gonna get lectured about being a manslut

>>41800796
"Give me a break Jessica I literally just killed 2 people for the first time not 10 minutes earlier."

>>41800796
I don't know about that but she definitely ships us with claire
I wish she wanted us for herself

You go over to Kyla's room and knock on the door. "Yo, I'm heading next door" You say.
"Kay" Kyla says.
"Call me if you need anything. Yui should be coming by later too" You say.
"Kay" She says again.

"Kyla I love you and want you to have my babies" You say.
"Kay" She says.

Okay, so she didn't catch a word of that. Ah well, it's not like any part of that was important.

You smile as you walk away and head over to Ms. Browning's apartment. You're glad you weren't/aren't like that.

You get next door and knock.

"Come in" Ms. Browning says.

You open the door, and walk in.

"I'm in the dining room" She says.

You step through the apartment to the dining room, working off of your memory from the other night.

"Hello Saif" She says, looking very serious. "Have a seat"
"Am I in trouble?" You ask.
"Noooo nooo" She says. "Why? Have you done something that might get you in trouble?"

>[ ] Fess up, she already knows

>[ ] Me? No.

>[ ] Other

>>41800827
She secretly does since we're her long lost husband.

>>41800878
>>[ ] Fess up, she already knows
She is very...forward.

>>41800878
>[ ] Fess up, she already knows

>>41800878
>[ ] Other
What's your definition of trouble?

>>41800878
>[ ] Fess up, she already knows

>>41800878
>>[ ] Fess up, she already knows
It's those mom instincts, they can always tell when you've done something good or bad

>>41800878
>[ ] Me? No.

>>41800878
>[ ] Me? No.

Admit nothing!

>writing

Has anyone else noticed that abigail is actually best girl?

>>41800878
>[ ] Fess up, she already knows

>>41801056
I've actually really liked all of the female characters in this quest so far.

>>41801056
Abigail a shit, Yui or Safi is best gril

>>41801056
I like Claire more, Abigail is a bit, I dunno not really shallow per se

>>41801056
Not at all.

>>41801056
Yeah she's super nice and affectionate. Plus she's willing to dress up as a french maid for us

>>41801056
Abigail is mediocre at best, Ms.Browning and Kyla is best girl.

>>41801056
Her name still irritates me.

>>41801167
It's a legit German name dude. I looked it up.

"Okay... so suppose I theoretically performed some theoretical sexual acts, theoretically with a girl who may or may not have theoretically been Abigail... would I, theoretically be in trouble?" You ask.

"I don't know. If you, theoretically, the night prior ask a girl who, theoretically may or may not have been Claire if she would theoretically like to date you. Then yes" She asks.

"Yeah" You say, sitting down across from Ms. Browning. "I'm in trouble then"

"So you did do it last night" She says.
"Not last night..." You say.
"Then this morning" She says. "Which is why you both missed first period"
"... yes" You say.

She sighs. "Damn it Saif" She says. "Does Claire know?"
"No... at least I don't think so" You say.
"What exactly were you thinking?" She asks.

>[ ] Abigail and I made a deal

>[ ] Uhh... boobies?

>[ ] I'm only human

>[ ] Other

>>41801199
>>[ Other ] Who said I was thinking?

>>41801199
>>[ ] Uhh... boobies?
This is too good

>>41801199
>[ ] I'm only human
I can only resist a cute girl throwing herself at me for so long

>>41801199
>[ ] I'm only human
>[ ] Abigail and I made a deal

Mix of these. She was throwing herself at him, she is pretty hot, and Saif is a hormonal teenager.

>>41801237
Also we killed two people and were traumatized. But we can't say that.

>>41801266
Yeah that too.

>>41801199
I'm not currently her boyfriend anyway

>>41801199
>[ ] Uhh... boobies?

>>41801199
>[ ] I'm only human
>[ ] Abigail and I made a deal
Once me and Claire really start dating this won't happen again.

(hah)

>>41801199
>[ ] Abigail and I made a deal

>writing

>>41801308
Probably, that's all teenage dating is about most of the time anyway

"What was I thinking..." You say. "boobies?"
"Be serious, or I swear that I will quit as your instructor" She says.

"Alright, alright, I'm gonna level with you. She was very insistent, and you can only say 'no' to the hot blond so many times before you start to question yourself" You say.

"So you caved" She says.
"Kind of" You say.
"Kind of?" She asks.
"We made a deal" You say. "As soon as things get going with Claire, it never happens again"
"And in the meantime...?" She asks.

You laugh nervously.

"Alright Saif, I was going to get mean. But since you at least had the decency to be honest, I'll let you off easy" She says.

"But not without punishment" You say.

"No" She says. "First of all, while I can't exactly make you stop seeing Abigail. I can make you promise to never, EVER, hurt my Claire"

>[ ] I'll do my best

>[ ] I can't really make that promise...

>[ ] And second of all?

>[ ] Other

>>41801548
>>[ ] I'll do my best

>>41801548
>[ ] I'll do my best

>>41801548
>[ ] Other
"I promise."
>[ ] And second of all?

>>41801548
>[ ] And second of all?

>>41801548
>[ ] I'll do my best

>>41801548
>[ ] I'll do my best
I'm just one men...or teenager to be exact.

>writing

>>41801183
It really isn't. There is a few hundred Abigails in the entire country.
It's a bit more German than the last name O'Brien, but just barely.

"Well, I can't really promise that I'll never hurt her... but I'll certainly try" You say.
"That's all I ask" She says.
"And second of all?" You ask.
"I stole your cat" She says.

You blink a few times.

"You what!?!?" You shout.
"Relax. It's only temporary" She says.
"Temporary how?" You ask.
"Until you can call him through my interference" She says.
"What does that mean?" You ask.
"He is in this apartment right now" Ms. Browning says. "My affinity is telepathy. On a regular basis I can read minds, though I tend to avoid it"

"Can you read my mind?" You ask.
"No. As an awakened mage your head is blocked. All I get off you are things that you unconsciously broadcast like emotions" She says.
"How is my head blocked?" You ask.

"Like this" She says.

You tense up, feeling an intrusion in a non-physical way. "That feels weird. Stop it" You say.
"Sorry" She says. "That was your pathways pumping mana to your head to flush me out. If I wanted to read your mind, I would have to apply force"

"Could you?" You ask.
"And come out unscathed? No" She says. "Mind magic against a mage is risky business"

"So what does this have to do with my cat?" You ask.
"Try calling him" She says.

You try. Nothing.

"I blocked your signal" She says. "Until you learn how to channel your mana, your cat stays here"

"That is unfair" You say.
"A lot of things are unfair, Saif" She says. "Now, remember how that surge felt when I tried to get into your head?"
"Yeah" You say.
"Evoke that" She says. "Moving mana across the body is lesson one"

You can do this... You have to, if you want your damn cat back.

>Dice time!
>Roll 1d20

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>41801880
could always just threaten to leave him here and make him her responsibility

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>41801880
Mori!!!!!!!

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>41801880

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>41801901
The cat seems to be the only thing the girls love even more than Saif. So that is not much of a threat.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>41801880
LETS GO

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>41801880
I BELIEVE!

>24 in 3

>writing

>>41801901
>>41801904
>>41801933
>between 20 and 30 again
Big fuckin surprise

>>41801962
hey i did my part
i rolled a 14
blame the anons who rolled 5s

>>41801980
Yeah I feel bad. Had I laid off for 4 more seconds I wouldn't have blocked that 18.

>>41801962
Hey we had like 2 good rolls a few threads ago

>>41802041
Killed two people with em too.

You know how it felt... You focus on that.

You can kinda feel something... sort of... It's the same weird tingling that you felt when Ms. Browning tried to get into your head. You can move it around a bit, so you move it up to your head.

Then you try to call Moriarty again... nothing

"Nice try" She says, smiling confidently.

You try again, moving more of that feeling up to your head this time. For some reason, the signal fires before you're ready.

"A little better" She says.

You try again. This time it's the same thing. The signal goes off after a few seconds no matter what, and you can't seem to get more "mana" behind it in time...

Time...

>[ ] Keep trying normally

>[ ] Try it with time manipulation

>[ ] Give up for now

>[ ] Other

>>41802056
>>[ ] Try it with time manipulation

>>41802056
>[ ] Try it with time manipulation

>>41802056
>[ ] Try it with time manipulation
Time to show her what we're made of
Ms. Browning chokes up for remembering her husband did that too

>>41802056
>>[ ] Try it with time manipulation

>writing

You enter fast time and start the build up again. You can feel the energy moving... slowly?

The signal fires at the same rate, making it incredibly weak. You re-enter real time.

"Okay, now you aren't even trying" She says. "Wanna call it quits now?
"No, one more go" You say.
"Suit yourself" She says.

You enter slow time for this try. You can feel the mana moving much more quickly, and you have a substantial amount built up by the time the signal fires. You re-enter real time again.

Moriarty comes out from one of the bedrooms, and hops up into your lap.

"Okay. You cheated" She says.
"I did not" You say, scratching your cat behind the ears.
"Oh yeah?" She asks. "Tell me exactly what you did there"

"I used time control" You say.
"Cheating" She says. "You cheated"
"I simply used an ability that was available to me, that I don't believe I was not allowed to use" You say. "Right Mori?"
"Mee"

>[1/2]

"So how did that work?" She asks. "I didn't think time control would let you gather mana more quickly"
"I figured it was worth a shot" You say. "The weak shot came from 'fast time'. In fast time, the energy seemed to move more slowly, the way everything else does in comparison to me when I enter that state"

"And there was nothing there when you sent the signal" She says.
"Yeah" You say. "The winning shot came from slow time, where the energy was quick to flow into my head"

"Interesting..." She says.
"Yeah" You say. "Even clothing follows me into and out of time states. It's like this.., "mana" stays tied to 'real-time' no matter what"

Ms. Browning thinks for a moment. "Okay, I think we need to go over your abilities before we continue" She says.
"Why?" You ask.
"Because that test was supposed to take several days, and a LOT of practice on your behalf" She says. "The fact that you could cheat like that means that I'll have to take a completely different approach to your curriculum"

"Where do I start?" You ask.
"Well, you can start by explaining what the times are" She says.
"The times?" You ask.
"Fast, slow, real" She says. "What do each of those mean, and anything else you know"

"Well... fast time is when..."

As you begin your explanation, you briefly wonder who is teaching who here...

Hopefully you get to be the student at some point.

That's all for tonight!

Next thread may end up being tomorrow. My schedule is pretty much free this week, so expect a lot of threads

As always I'll be sticking around for questions/suggestions

Thanks for the run.

>>41802431
Thanks for the thread Boss

>>41802431
thanks for running

>>41802431
Can we expect a death of one of our closest friends soon?
Will we be able to learn new time magic techniques?

>>41802488
You just learned one, technically.

And yes.

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>>41802561
>And yes.

Oh boy.

>>41802561
Oh boy, I hope this death is actually necessary to the plot and not, lul rando death

>>41802589
Now that, my friend, depends on whether we manage to figure out or infer identities BEFORE we brutally murder or observe one of them being murdered.

Its also quite possibly that Smiley has taken the Hive Queen Quest approach and has been rolling and working up logical steps for all his npcs behind the curtain. So someone could die unluckily and we couldn't do shit.

Remember, in HQQ there was a whole hillarious farce of a fleet battle where a war was started due to a fighter squadron crit failing

>>41802697
Was that the scavie fight? I don't remember which fleet fight that was

>>41802782
That was the union commonwealth peace negotiation.

>>41802810
Oh shit, that was fucking great. My favorite part of the whole quest was the alien thing we pulled with the union. Snatching people outta vents and shit

Will he regain his memory sooner then later?
Since we have an instructor can we meet other mages or go to mage shops(if any), or anything magical related, maybe a magical realm?

>>41802894
We will regain it as soon as we can figure out what the fuck actually happened to us. Clearly we were in some shit. Honestly, the best starting point would to take a DNA test with Yui and see if we match as siblings, if we don't then that suggests a much darker story. If we do than its still a pretty dark story but slightly less darkish, probably.

>>41802950
It's pretty obvious we're not biological siblings with Yui, we're different races to start with. Also we were only adopted by the same dude.

>>41802894
Depends. He could get all his memories back tomorrow, or he could never get them back.

Who's to say you haven't already entered the magical realm?

There are setting reasons why Jessica can't go parading you around, because if she could she would have by now.

>>41802950
Do you mean Safi?

>>41802965
You can be born black to a white family and vice versa. Alternatively its possibly we share only one common parent. However in the VERY likely chance we aren't actually blood siblings, it would suggest we were acquired from two separate locations, and the fact that we were found in an alleyway suggests that it was probably done illegally.

>>41802990
Nope, I meant Yui to discount the slim chance we're actually related. Which would pretty much assert that whatever happened was a lot more fucked up than just getting orphaned.

>>41802990
>Who's to say you haven't already entered the magical realm?
Whoa.
So like another anon mention, will this turn to a darker story because if it does I approve.
When are we getting more pastebin lewds?

>>41803006
Fuck. They probably aren't related.

I seem to remember Saif mentioning that Yui could only speak Japanese when they were found, while Saif spoke english

>>41803044
Yes, and soon.

>>41803058
Correct. Yui couldn't speak a single lick of English.

>>41803058
So, you have a japanese girl and an Arab-American in the same alleyway with suspicious marks, first question, how does a girl from japan strangely wind up in America without any documentation. The answer to this question is human trafficking, which already points us towards some sort of organized crime. Whoever did or caused whatever to happen was not working alone, and it was not random.

>>41803106
We're in Canada

>>41803120
Swap america with canada, same fucking difference, its still human trafficking that is the only justificiation, and human trafficking rings aren't set up for just one person, so whoever brought Yui and us together was doing so with an organized group, or they had significant money to hire such a group. Regardless that is extraordinarily concerning.

Why not do some hypnosis therapy or meditation while Jessica tries to force her way to read his subconscious mind. Just suggesting, could work, probably not.

>>41803250
Because we have all sorts of shit in our mind people aren't supposed to see, such as the fact we're working with a god in an arena deathmatch, something that could put us and our family/friends at risk.

What if it was someone capturing prospective mages before they could awaken.

Ms. B said that invading an awakened mages mind was risky, but what about enslaving them before they could awaken?

>>41803272
I mean we can dig up information about Jessica to see if she's trustworthy then we can start memory recovery.

>>41803089
>Correct. Yui couldn't speak a single lick of English.
OH BOY.

>>41803287
Unless theyve got burnt out magic circuits like Saif AND are of a lower tier, I think it would be pretty easy to instinctively learn how to resist.

>>41806246
I meant before they awaken to their affinity. Does someone even count as a mage before that?