Your name is Keiichi Hirayama. Your sister is named Airi Hirayama. The two of you are magi—humans with magic and a greater affinity for the Spirit World—and possess a bizzare tendency to cause chaos wherever you two go. Last year, through bullets, explosions and freak accidents, the two of you managed to help interrupt Japan's premier magus academy battle tournament--The Festival of Magic—thrice in a row. To say that the Ministry of Education is furious would be an understatement. As punishment, they have forced you and your sister to undergo mandatory community service. There are ten tasks to complete and they must be all done by the tournament start date, lest you both be blacklisted from every educational institution and workplace in the entire country. You think it's absolutely retarded, but it seems like there's no choice. You and your sister must step up with your sister and overcome these trials, otherwise your future career will become nothing more than dust in the wind. The eyes of Shibuya and the spirit world are upon you both, so good luck and don't screw this up!Previous Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Academy%20Tournament%20Organization%20QuestAsk fm: http://ask.fm/TwilightThorn441Twitter: https://twitter.com/TwilightThornCharacter Details: http://pastebin.com/h6ZVsHv7>5/10 Tasks have been completed.[Objectives]>Guard the research materials from Lady Sagisawa's School of Knowledge.>Participate in the True Hearts' school production. Enhancement: The third category of magic. The name is seen a positive and negative light; enhancement spells improve or reduce the effect of entities. Like Destruction, Enhancement spells are common. Unlike Destruction, they tend to be more subtle. Keiichi Hirayama's Anti-Mana Bullets fall into this category. Conjuration: The fourth category of magic, also known as Summoning. To summon, to make appear, to bring forth. While Conjuration is used by many to summon spirits from the Spirit World, its applications are not limited to living entities.
[6th of May, 2016 (FRIDAY)]It’s eight in the morning. The streets of Shibuya are full swing in the early morning rush. Automobiles line the road like metal sardines packed in tins. Children of all ages swarm the roads to their schools, their moods in various states of frustration, hopefulness or terror. You and Airi are conspicuously absent from this. The two of you have decided to skip the morning periods in favour of staring at a cardboard box. This is entirely your fault. You made the suggestion during breakfast. Airi, being the proper student she is, instantly rebuked, citing the benefits of a good attendance record. It looks good on your resume, the teachers won’t get mad at you, you’ll gain more respect from your peers…the type of stuff your mother made sure to lecture you on back home.You made the argument that you both needed some time to work on the latest task, to go over the box of stuff the mysterious guy from Lady Sagisawa’s gave you. You thought it was a compelling argument. And it was towards Airi…for about five seconds as she immediately accused you of wanting to commit heinous acts.“The box of stuff is important, though.” You pointed out.“More important than our education?” Airi questioned.“It’s only two periods.”“I’ve lost count of the number of times you’ve done something like this last year.” “Look, this is from the government. We can’t ignore it.”“Oh, now you suddenly care!”“If I said I’m being regretful, will you calm down?”“No, I would not believe that! Onii-chan, you just want to skip English because it’s your worst subject!” She declared, hands on her hips, cheeks puffed like little marshmallows. “Also, you got up late and can't be bothered doing anything!” She wasn’t wrong, but you weren’t about to tell her that."You're wrong.""No, I'm right!"And thus commenced another of the Hirayama siblings’ infamous arguments. It involved shouting, spittle flying from the lips and you making hand gestures that were reminiscent of a strangling motion. Normally, Akasha-Alea would have chimed in with sarcastic comments that are often more useless than not, but she’s on vacation at the moment. Shesmur definitely inputted a few barks and screeches at some point. He was silenced with a fresh plate of Airi's blood.
>>1199569Aw helllll yeah. I'd just been scrolling past this in the archive, then I found out Thorn was running it and binge read it immediately
Ultimately, you won the argument by pointing out that nobody gives a shit since you’re both the Hirayama Siblings. Seriously, no-one, not even the principal, expects you two to show up on time, despite your decent attendance track record this year. You can chalk this up to a philosophy of True Hearts, which states the best students are the ones who possess the drive to learn. If they want to learn, they will show up to class. If they want to waste their youth, they’ll slack off and that’s their problem to deal with. It’s a rather hands-off approach, similar to how universities are run, but it’s worked for them so far.“I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this…”“It’s not like Michiko and Hideki can’t sneak us notes later on.”“That’s cheating, onii-chan.”“No, it’s friendship.”Also, it’s because you and Airi have a reputation for ditching class half-way or not showing up at all.Again, it’s mostly your fault. There was shit (read: incidents) to do last year and attending classes were last thing on your mind back then. >>Keiichi: Review cardboard box.It’s the size of a large violin case covered in pink wrapping paper and heavy as a sack of rice. You dumped it on the living room table last night and haven’t touched it since. It’s also related to the fifth task. A researcher from Lady Sagisawa’s School of Knowledge, codenamed ‘C’, called you and informed that your job was to safeguard the contents of the cardboard box for a week and a half. This is all simple stuff. Come on, don’t tell everyone you’re already forgotten about it!>>Keiichi: Open cardboard box.Airi beats you to the punch. She runs her hands across the surface, then gets to work ripping off the wrapping paper. With her DEXTERITY, it takes less than ten seconds. Now that the seals off, you can open it. You waste no time in doing so. Inside is…“This is so weird…” Airi mutters.“What the heck are these?” You grumble.The objects inside the box are ‘interesting’, which what you would say if you were a polite young man. Since you aren’t, you think they’re random junk. Puzzled, you and Airi carefully lift the objects from the box and arrange them on the table in neat rows. They all radiate faintly with magic.
The contents of the box are follows:>Glowing aquamarine liquid in a glass canister. It reminds you of those cheap energy drinks they sell in vending machines.>A silver pendant stained brown. According to Airi, that’s dried blood. The pendant is arranged in the shape of a star.>Gold coins that burn the skin on touch. Each one is as heavy as a dozen 500-yen coins. They’re sealed in a leather pouch.>A transparent plastic case filled with a wobbling green mass. You think it waved at you at some point. You don’t want to know.>Half a stop sign. As in, a modern stop sign, painted red and in a shape of an octagon. The edges are stained black.>A pair of brass tongs. Blacksmiths use these, right? There’s a label on the side, saying ‘Property of a spirit sponsor, return within the end of the month or else his girlfriend will set us all on fire’. >A red crystal, round on one side and heavily jagged on the other. Was it broken in half at some point?>The scrolls ‘C’ promised Airi. They’re written in the common spirit tongue and are thus illegible to you. Airi shakes her head upon reading them. They do contain information on techniques regarding explosives, but they’re executed by manipulating the air. Airi manipulates moisture to create her blood explosions.“And last but not least…” Airi says, picking up a small box and opening it. “The gun.” “A revolver.” You clarify. “Give it here.”>>Keiichi: Inspect revolver.A long time ago, Akasha-Alea told you that one day you would gain the ability to recognize most firearms by image or touch alone. When you questioned when that day would come, she replied as soon as possible, because she was making it her sworn duty to beat this information into you as quickly as possible. Countless hours were spent inside her domain, inspecting the arrangement of firearms lying on the ground in front of you. Whenever you got the name or type wrong, she hit you over the back of the head with a stick. But all those hours of pain are making themselves worth it, because you’re able to recognize the model of this revolver instantly. With that shape, the stainless steel construction and black synthetic grip, there’s no way it can’t be anything but a Smith & Wesson 629 Classic. The model name is inscribed on the side of the barrel, but reading is for casuals. You didn’t wield revolvers much last year—speed is everything in arena fights and handguns were more suited for your purposes there—but Akasha-Alea did spawn a few in the spirit world and made you practice with them. The 629’s were light to carry and pleasant to fire, more or less what you expected from them. They also vanished when you gave them back to your mentor, which was also expected.
Still, you can’t complain about receiving a free gun, even if the sources are a little dubious. However, the elation is quickly replaced by concern as you catch sight of the wear and tear on the revolver. A film of dust and dirt covering the firearm, patches of rust on places, notches on the grip and grime around the insides…hey, didn’t C mention the previous owner was his late uncle? This firearm must not have been used for quite some time. It would explain the blatant neglect. Cleaning this thing is now a top priority. So is buying .44 Magnum, because you don’t have any. “There’s a note here, onii-chan.” Airi observes, a sheet of paper in her hands. “‘Dear Hirayama Siblings. If you are reading this, you have unpacked everything in the box. The contents of the box, save for the revolver and the scrolls, are valuable research materials from Lady Sagisawa’s School of Knowledge. Your job is to safeguard these research materials until the 16th of February. The materials have all been sterilized and contained to ensure there are no major side-effects in possessing them. They are also rather valuable, which makes them prime targets for destruction or theft.”“Oh, that’s not good.” You comment. Airi keeps reading.“Do not under any circumstances store the materials in the spirit world; complications may occur. If you successfully guard the materials, you will receive monetary compensation from Lady Sagisawa’s. The damage or loss of even one of the materials is considered failure and will result in no compensation. How you store and guard the research materials is up to you. Best of luck.’”“What I want to know is how a stop sign is related to the research of magic…” You say aloud. Then again, it’s Lady Sagisawa’s, the most secluded of the Big Four. It’s unsurprising for a facility that doubles as a research institution, but the academic component along with the unwillingness to talk about anything sane has led to all sorts of disturbing leaks and rumours floating around. Cover-ups, experiments gone wrong, kidnapping, human cloning, spirit-human hybridization…it’s practically a graveyard of skeletons and the government is helping them cover it up. Somewhere inside their maze of chrome and corridors, there’s a man who thinks that cutting a stop sign in half will lead to some marvelous (and likely insane) breakthrough.“The note has a point, onii-chan.” Airi speaks up. “We can’t let these materials be damaged or stolen. But, how?”Good question, Airi. How will you approach this?>Lock everything in a safe.>Hide materials around the apartment in random places.>Hire external storage.>Take some stuff on your person.>Ask your friends to temporarily hold on some of the materials.>Custom option.
>>1199597>>Hide materials around the apartment in random places.plus >Take some stuff on your person.
>>1199597If these are magic items would some mage with finely developed magical control be able to sniff them out? Assuming so...> Lock them in a safeAnd find some way to track it when it inevitably gets stolen. Hopefully we get it back before it gets broken into.
>>1199597Christ, Thorn, just how many words of write up was that? You are as a god.I think we should>Take some stuff with usbecause we can't actually ensure the safety of anything we can't keep our eye on. We already know there are people out there well capable of stealing shit that's locked away.
>>1199597>Lock everything in a safe.>put some alarm wards around it (if those things exist and we can get some)Aww yisss
>>1199597>>1199643I like this idea
>>1199631I think there was an OP in P2129 that was 10 posts long. Or was it 7? Either way, it was probably about Celeste because Celeste was designed to be the Yukari of P2129. This is not synomous with canon girl.Writing now...
>>1199668It could be synonymous with best girl, though.but aigis was best girl so maybe not...
>>1199691I know I was of the Sir Yellingbird school of thought on who was best girl in P2129.
>>1199597Supporting >>1199643Maybe also hide the safe somewhere in the apartment
>>1199668Celeste was objectively best girl.
You consider your options for a moment. Your apartment is protected with a homebrew combination of medium-grade security wards and Akasha-Alea’s blessing, enough to deter common thugs and robbers. Despite all the chaos caused last year, your home wasn’t raided once.However, these are secret research materials you are dealing with. It stands to reason that certain breeds of unscrupulous individuals might pursue them, despite the materials having being given to you both in private. The wards would slow them down, but it wouldn’t stop them if they decided to be persistent about it. Maybe you could hire external storage and sneak the goods in there? No, that’s not a option. The supervisors would ask to check the goods and then you would be in charge of the awkward task of explaining why these dubious magical artifacts were deserving of a corporation’s protection? You can’t ask your friends to hold on the goods, either. Giving Michiko that wobbling green jelly is a recipe for disaster. A stimulating one for your hormones perhaps, but a disaster all the same.“Let’s stuff everything in a safe.” You proclaim, pounding a palm with your first. Airi nods in agreement and you feel elated that the Hirayama siblings have reached a mutual decision. An idea is all good and well, but putting it into application is the hard part. You have gun lockers, but not a safe.>>Keiichi and Airi: Buy a safe.Wow, what a quick and easy decision!You’re now struggling down the corridor to your apartment door, a cube of steel and weight nestled in your straining arms. Magi are meant to possess superhuman capabilities—your enhanced PERCEPTION is testament to this—but this thing is threatening to snap the tendons in your limbs with each passing second. Airi strolls next to you, reading the paperwork. You’d complain about the clear inequality displayed here, but you know full well that if your mentor were here, she’d snap at you for moaning about ‘physical exercise’.Sweet relief flows up your arms as you dump the safe in the designated hiding spot in your apartment. The device is loaded with high-grade wards and sealed with a 16-digit electronic lock. Both have to be bypassed in order to open the safe door. Failure to perform either a good number of times will result in a piercing alarm and an assault of debilitating mana from the wards. It’s a perfect solution for your needs. The only downside is the price. When Airi saw the tag, she almost wept.
Now it’s time to stuff the goods inside. You start with the half stop sign and the glass canister, them being the largest artifacts. Next are the brass tongs and the green jelly container. As you are doing this, you notice Shesmur prowling on the kitchen table out of the corner of your eye. You don’t give it much though, because Shesmur is a sensible blood spirit, fit to be Airi’s partner.Looking back, you may have been giving the spirit too much credit. When reaching for the bag of coins with rubber gloves on both hands, you see Shesmur sniffing at the red gem. He pokes it with a front paw and the gem rolls across to the opposite end of the table. Shesmur then stiffens up. He growls, softly. A slimy crimson tongue then extends from the spirit’s mouth and wraps itself around the red gem. After a pause, in which the gem is coated in spirit drool, the tongue yanks back and the gem vanishes into Shesmur’s gaping jowls.>Point your gun at him.>Wrench the gaping jowls open with your bare hands.>Yell for Airi.>Yell at Shesmur.>Shake Shesmur up and down.>Custom option.
>>1199771>>Yell for Airi.
>>1199771>Scream internally.>Scream externally for Airi.>>1199765>was>not is
>>1199771>Wrench the gaping jowls open with your bare hands.>Yell for Airi.>Yell at Shesmur.
>>1199771>>Yell for Airi.>>Stare at the spirit; make him feel shame
>>1199771>Yell for Airi.>>1199765Please, we all know it was Akikazu
>>1199771>Wrench the gaping jowls open with your bare hands.
>>1199771>Yell for Airi>Yell at Shesmur
>>1199771>Wrench the gaping jowls open with your bare hands>Yell for Airi>Yell at Shesmur>Yell at the gem>Yell at cruel cruel fate
>>1199771This >>1199788Good to see we now have somewhere secure to store chocolate.
It takes a while for the action to register in your mind. In that period, you stare at Shesmur, uncomprehendingly. The blood spirit stares back, innocently. He sniffs the air, then rests himself on the tabletop.“Shesmur, what the hell did you just do?” You say, slowly.The blood spirit cocks its head to the side, then scratches itself with its hind leg. Something fractures in your mind. You take steps towards the blood spirit, twitching hands out in front.“Open your mouth, Shesmur. Spit that gem out.” You continue, glaring down at him. “We’re in trouble if you don’t.”Shesmur rears on its hind legs. He senses the pressure emanating off you. In response, he growls and treads back. It does nothing to help your mood. In the distance, a kettle emits steam and whistles. Your head is burning hotter than its surface.“Open your mouth, or I’ll rip it open.” You snarl. A small part of you is faintly aware this is not how diplomacy is supposed to go, but you don’t care. You’d be less angry if Shesmur looked apologetic, but no, the little shit actually looks satisfied with himself. It’s like he’s just finished a tasty meal and now wants to sleep. Airi would cuff you around the head if she ever heard you referring to her partner in such a profane fashion, but he’s the one threatening to jeopardize the success of this task!In the face of your radiating anger, Shesmur appears to consider his options. Then he skips off the table and makes a beeline for the living room.You, on the other hand, snap like a fragile twig.“Get back here, you damn spirit!” You scream, madly diving for Shesmur. The blood spirit dodges with canine-like agility, but you manage to wrap a hand around his hind leg. You sneer in triumph. Then you scream as Shesmur bites down with his fangs, crushing your skin.“You son of a bitch!” You and Shesmur then spend the next couple of minutes chasing each other around the kitchen. During that time, you roar statements such as “I AM GOING TO RIP DOWN INTO YOUR INTESTINES,” and “AIRI, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!” along with “YOUR SPIRIT HAS GONE FUCKING INSANE!”Of course, when your sister does come it’s at the worst possible time. “Onii-chan, what are you shouting for…what are you doing?” She shrieks.She sees you pinning her partner against a wooden chopping board. Twin chopsticks hoist the blood spirit’s mouth open, resembling an ancient torture procedure. The spirit is shaking and squeaking in fright. You freeze in place, one hand halfway down the spirit’s gullet, a kitchen knife in the other,“Onii-chan…” Airi hisses, hands balled into fists, a red aura rising off her skin. “What on earth is going on here?”>Finish the procedure.>“I can explain.”>“Your partner swallowed the gem!”>“Your partner is being a little shit!”>Bail.>Custom option.
>>1199933>>>“I can explain.”>>“Your partner swallowed the gem!”
>>1199933>>“I can explain.”>>“Your partner swallowed the gem!”>>All while finishing the procedure
>>1199933>“I can explain.”>“Your partner swallowed the gem!”>And he was not at all sorry about fucking us over either.
>>1199933>Finish the procedure.>“Your partner swallowed the gem!”
>>1199933>Your partner swallowed the gem!”
>>1199933>Your partner swallowed the gem!Do NOT beat around the bush
>>1199933>“Your partner swallowed the gem!”Fuck anime shenanigans, just get to the point and say what's going on. Three quarters of every problem in every anime series ever are caused by people not doing exactly that.
“Airi, I can explain.” You say, weakly. You attempt to make a placating gesture. It has no effect.“Explain?” Airi stomps over to you, every movement trembling with womanly fury. In a single move, she wrenches the knife from your hand. She slams it down on the counter, then snaps the chopsticks in her partner’s mouth. Shesmur rolls over to the side, coughing wooden shards encrusted with saliva on the kitchen sink top. Aiir then jabs you into the stomach, driving you up against the fridge. “Go on, onii-chan!” Airi rants. “Do explain why you were about to carve up my partner with a kitchen knife!”“I wasn’t about to do that!” You scowl, shoving Airi away. “For your information, your partner swallowed the red gem. I was trying to get it out of him.”“And you thought sticking a knife into him was the best idea?”“That was only for intimidation purposes. I was going to reach into his throat and take the gem out.”“That’s just as bad!” Airi yells. “Onii-chan, I can’t believe you today. What has gotten into you?”“Why are you blaming me? He’s the one who started this whole deal!” You point an accusing finger at the blood spirit. Airi isn’t listening; she has cradled the spirit into her arms and is now rubbing a soothing hand against his back.“There, there…” She cooes. “Onii-chan won’t hurt you. You can rest easy now.” She shoots you a glare. You roll your eyes.“Sorry, are we going to ignore the fact that he basically just screwed us over?” You say. “The task was to safekeep all the research materials. Thanks to your partner, we didn’t manage for a single day!”“That’s no excuse for treating him this harshly.” Airi scolds. Yet, her mood has simmered somewhat. A hint of contemplation flashes across her features. “I wouldn’t have done so if he didn’t act like a little shit!” Great, now Airi’s glaring even harder. If she keeps this up, you might burst into flames. Maybe it’s worth licking your heels and apologizing? The thought vanishes in a second. Nah, you didn’t do anything wrong here. It’s the bastard in your little sister’s arms who’s responsible for this whole mess.“Onii-chan, apologize to Shesmur.” Airi states.“Why?” You exclaim, resisting the urge to throw your hands up in the air.“Because we need to talk this situation out like reasonable people. Apologies are a start.” Airi explains.>Fine, she has a point. Apologize.>Shesmur has to do it first.>Screw this, you’re leaving.>Demand to have the gem extracted first.>Custom option.
>>1200049>Demand to have the gem extracted first.If not:>Screw this, you’re leaving.
>>1200049>>Demand to have the gem extracted first.No gem, no apologies
>>1200049>>Demand to have the gem extracted first.
>>1200049>Demand to have the gen extracted first.
>>1200049>>Demand to have the gem extracted first.the gemmmmit's important airiiii
>>1200049>Demand to have the gem extracted first.
“No, we’ve having that gem extracted from his gut.” You state.“Onii-chan, you’re being unreasonable.” Airi says, narrowing her eyes.“No, I’m being perfectly reasonable, considering what your partner did. I’ll apologize later, but we need to get that gem out of your partner’s stomach before it melts into acid or something.”“Shesmur doesn’t have that kind of biological properties.” Airi grimaces. She looks down at her partner. Her eyebrow raise and her eyes widen in surprise. You quickly notice why. It’s always hard to tell what Shesmur is thinking from image alone, given his lack of facial features. Meaning, you have to rely on body language. What you see isn’t positive. He’s shaking slightly in your sister’s hands. On closer inspection, some of the color has drained from his body. A small whimper escapes from an amorphous mouth. “Shesmur.” Airi says softly. “Are you alright?”Shesmur slowly cranes his neck upward. He lets out a squeak at your sister, then turns to you. He looks at you for a few good seconds.“Uh…” You begin.Then Shesmur’s cheeks bulge like overinflated balloons. He struggles, quaking with the effort to hold back whatever’s rising from inside into his mouth. It’s no use. He rips his jaws open like a garbage chute and sends a tidal of wave of bodily fluids, diseased mana, last night’s blood and, most of all, vomit your way. Your front is clean for a second. In the next, it’s soiled from top to bottom and you’re sure the liquid is leaking all the way down to your skin.You can’t help yourself.You scream.
>>1200190>You scream.Don't be a bitch, Keiichi.
>>1200198>not screaming when diseased mana the very thing that nearly killed us is sprayed all over us.
Is this how one gets spirit aids?Cause it sounds like how one gets spirit aids.
I mean, you have to give Shesmur credit, it DID give us the gem.
>>1200242That whole process didn't sound very voluntary
“FUUUUUCK!”Your cry of profanity carries the emotions of your torment, from the stress of chasing Shesmur around the kitchen to the filth and soaks you from head to toe. It goes unnoticed. Airi has already rushed Shesmur over to the kitchen sink. The blood spirit gives two more heaves, then erupts another wave of puke into the sink. Amidst the sounds of muck gurgling down the drainpipe and your sister’s cries of concern, there’s a wet plinking sound. You trudge over to see the red gem lying in a steadily rising puddle of vomit. You blink at it for a moment.Well, that problem has been solved. Except, two more problems have taken its place: your soiled clothes and the fact that your sister’s partner is expunging the contents of his stomach at an unhealthy rate. What the heck did that red gem do to him? The object didn’t give off any malicious presence when you touched it, so maybe it’s a weakness inherent to Shesmur? Or maybe he has an allergy to solidified minerals? If that’s the case, why did he swallow the damn thing in the first place?Anger forgotten, you check Shesmur again. While he’s stopped vomiting for the moment, he’s far from good; much worse than before. His usual crimson pallor has faded into a sickly pinkish-green. Dribbles of snot and fluid trail from his nose and every movement is strained with pain. Agonized squeaks emit from his mouth. Airi scoops him up, panic in her voice.“Onii-chan, we need to get Shesmur to a hospital!” She cries.You nod. There’s nothing you can do here. The mess in the kitchen will have to wait. You rip off your tracksuit, discarding the vomit-ridden garment, and rush out the door with your sister in tow. Down below, your sister hails a taxi. Problem is, the driver isn't very receptive at idea of hauling you and your family around.“What is that?” He eyes Shesmur suspiciously. The spirit lets loose a weak burp, causing the driver to shift away from him. “Is it sick?”“Yes. He’s my spirit partner.” Airi admits. “We need to get him to a hospital. It’s very urgent.”“Forget it!” The taxi driver barks. “I’m not having a disease-ridden mutt in my car! It’ll scare away all the customers!”>“We’ll pay extra.”>“I see. Okay, I’ll file a complaint for poor customer service.”>“By the way, I have a gun.”>“Hey, don’t you work for Florence?”>“Fine, we’ll walk. If Shesmur dies, we’re blaming you.”>Custom option.
>>1200322>“I see. Okay, I’ll file a complaint for poor customer service.”
>>1200322>>“We’ll pay extra.”
>>1200322>Hey, don't you work for Florence?Most effective choice, for sure.
>>1200348Without a doubt, but at what cost?
>>1200322>>“I see. Okay, I’ll file a complaint for poor customer service.”
>>1200357pretty sure he's not gonna bring it up bro.
>>1200322>>“Hey, don’t you work for Florence?”
“Look, this is an emergency.” You growl. “Do you want me to file a complaint for poor customer service?”“Go on!” The taxi driver laughs. “It’s not like they can blame me for carting around a sick spirit!”“Nah, I’ll just say you failed to pickup a crying girl.” You reply. Airi has some tears in her eyes, but it’s nothing major. Hang on, doesn’t the name of the taxi’s owning corporation sound familiar. Yeah, you’ve heard it before, from Florence no less! A while ago, she boasted to you the number of businesses her family was in charge of, because that’s the type of thing rich, snooty ice-manipulating girls do. It means that Florence technically has power over this taxi driver. With this information in mind, the cogs in your brain begin to spin, cruelly.“I’ll tell Florence about you.” You say.“Who the heck is Florence?” The taxi driver barks. “Look kid, if you’re going to waste my time, then shove off! I have work to do.”“Florence Rutherford. As in, the heiress to the Rutherford corporation. You know, the family that owns the taxi business could belong to. The business that could most likely sees you as dispensable and could get you fired at any moment. Does any of this ring a bell?”“Yeah, right! You knowing the heiress?” The taxi driver laughs again, but there’s a note of uncertainty within. “You expecting me to believe that?”You take out your phone and flick to the album. You open up a certain image, one that you have mixed feeling towards but at the same time can’t be bothered to delete, and show it to the taxi driver. Upon seeing it, his expression goes from 100 to 0 in less than a second. Whatever retort was surfacing on the tip of his tongue is broken into a gibbering, quavering mess.“We’ll pay extra.” Airi whispers to the driver as you all pile in. “Sorry for the inconvenience.”The driver’s knuckles whiten as he grips the steering wheel. Without a word, he presses on the gas and speeds down the street.
>>1200469>can’t be botheredSure, Keiichi, sure
You get the impression that the taxi driver now hates you. He wouldn’t be the first person to do so. The Hirayama Siblings have gathered a lot of animosity over the past twelve months. The problem with rich private academies like the Big Four is that they tend to attract the arrogant and the prideful. When you inevitably defeat them in the battle arena, their pride is shattered. Their emotions quickly flare into hatred, which takes the form of relentless rematches and various curse words. By the way, this has absolutely nothing to do with the crisis you and Airi are facing right now. The moment the taxi pulls up at the gates of the Shibuya Hospital, Airi dumps money on her seat and makes a mad dash to the emergency room.“Help! Somebody help! My partner’s feeling violently ill!”What happens next flies past in a rush…again. It’s mostly because Airi is charging straight ahead without giving time for you to catch up.When things do settle down, you’re sitting next to Airi at a hospital bench. Your sister has her face pressed in her hands. She isn’t speaking.“What happened?” You ask.Airi heaves a sigh. Her eyes are bloodshot. “Mana poisoning. It’s not like before, but…” She says, quietly. You grimace. Yeah, you can understand, more than anyone else your sister knows.“They say he’ll be in the hospital for a few days. But they’re uncertain about any side effects…” Airi continues.>Take the time to apologize.>Hug.>“Shesmur’s tough. He’ll get through this.”>“At least we got the gem.”>“Come on, let’s go home.”>Custom option.
>>1200563>Take the time to apologize.>Hug.>“Shesmur’s tough. He’ll get through this.”
>>1200563>>Take the time to apologize.>>Hug.
>>1200563>Take the time to apologize.>Hug.
>>1200563>Time to apologize>Hug>"Shesmur's tough. He'll get through this."
>>1200563>>Take the time to apologize.>>Hug.>>“Shesmur’s tough. He’ll get through this.”>>"He's and idiot, but he's tough."
>>1200563>>Take the time to apologize.>Hug.>“Shesmur’s tough. He’ll get through this.”
Taking a lunch break for 20 mins...
>>1200563>Take the time to apologize>Hug
>>Keiichi: Apologize to your sister.The current you looks back to the past you and feels that guy was a bit of a dick. Sure, you had reason to be pissed off, but you might have taken things a little too far. Swallowing, you turn to face your sister.“Uh, sorry, Airi. You know, for losing my temper earlier.”“It’s okay, onii-chan.” Airi mumbles. “This and that are two unrelated things.”“Still, I don’t think I should’ve shouted like that. Or tried to act like a butcher in front of your partner. So, sorry.” You murmur. Airi doesn’t respond. At least she isn’t crying or anything. You try again. “Shesmur’s tough. He’s your partner, after all. He’ll get through this.” “I hope.” Airi sniffles. “Well, I guess the hospital hasn’t let us down before…”“Yeah, if they could tear out all the poison from our circuits, they should be able to help Shesmur.” You strain a grin onto your features. “So, don’t worry too much about it. He’ll be back in no time.”It’s weird saying all these obviously sappy statements, but if it cheers up your little sister then you’ll say them as many times as she needs. Airi shifts on her seat. She raises her head, breathes in and exhales. “My neck feels so naked now…” She sighs, resigned. “It’ll be a weird couple of days for me. Still, there’s little choice in the matter.”“Yeah.”“Let’s go home, onii-chan.” She states. You end up giving her a small hug anyway, because that’s the sort of things older brothers should do for their little sisters.
The two of you end up not going to school. Airi isn’t in the mood and if Airi isn’t going, neither are you. The rest of a day is treated as a break. You and Airi go home and get to work cleaning up the mess Shesmur made. You scrub the kitchen floors and walls while Airi dumps your dirty clothes in the washing machine and flicks it on. The sink ends up being decontaminated with a brand of special cleaner. Guaranteed to remove mana stains caused by unruly spirits in under 12 hours…so the label says.By the time you’re finished, the place smells of lemon disinfectant and oil cleaner. Airi goes back to her room to collapse on her bed and rest. You, on the other hand, inspect the red gem. You washed it down with fresh water and the cleaner and now it’s back to the way it was before. You eye it with more suspicion than before. For what reason would Shesmur have such a negative reaction to ingesting it? Humans can eat stones and the most they’d get is a nasty stomachache. They wouldn’t upheave their entire guts onto the kitchen floor. Light reflects off it, reminiscent of a cheeky wink. Frowning at it, you head over to the safe and shove it inside.It fades into the darkness, its confinement echoed by a slam of the steel door. With the job done, you put the gem into the back of your mind and go to your room to clean your guns.
>>Shesmur: Convulse.>>Airi: Sleep.>>Keiichi: Don't learn a thing.>>Future Hirayama: Regret.
Okay, I have to go now. Sorry for the short session, but I don't usually run on Fridays. The good news is that there will be a session tomorrow. 9:30 pm UTC as usual. Hope to see you there!
>>1200868$10 the half-stop sign will give us the most trouble.>>1200873cheers, boss
>>1200873Hope I can! I'll be in the field but I'll try. Thanks for the session bro.
>>1200873Thanks for running. I'll try my best to be there for tomorrow's thread.
>>1200906He shouldn't need a new thread. /qst/ moves slow enough he could just start up again here.
>>1200873No way I'll miss it.
>>1200873Missed the thread but I'll definitely catch the next session. Would probably be a terrible idea to lick the gem ourselves right? Especially after it was barfed up. Can't help that the idea keeps coming to mind though.
>1 DAY HAS PASSED. 8 REMAIN.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B9SAy3yTeJk[7th of May, 2016 (SATURDAY)]Since you spent yesterday getting vomited on and not going to school at all, it takes a moment for your brain to register that, yes, today marks the beginning of a weekend. That’s neat, you imagine your brain saying. Also, it’s six in the morning, so get running. The morning is like any other. Run laps, stretch your muscles, dress in clothes you pick up from the floor and enter the kitchen for food. You make time to check on the safe. Nothing has happened to it or the research materials inside, which is reassuring.In the kitchen, Airi breaks out the strawberry jam and plops bread in the toaster. She stirs a pot of porridge and heaves the mush into a set of white porcelain bowls. A few minutes of care here and there and she’s got a simple breakfast roaring to go. She gestures at you with a smile, then takes her seat.You frown at this. Not to insult your little sister or anything, but this meal is something you could create, if a little rough around the edges. This means that Airi doesn’t feel like cooking today. She always feels like cooking. Otherwise, she wouldn’t bother looking up recipes on her phone and trying inventive and delicious ways to cook beef.If she’s acting like this, it means she isn’t in a very good mood. “Onii-chan, is something wrong?” Airi says, pleasantly. “Nah, just thinking about homework.” You reply, taking your own seat. You glance at your sister. She’s wearing a casual white top with a matching summer skirt. There’s a conspicuous lack of red fabric around her neck. God, it feels weird to see her neck naked. “Listen, are you okay?” you say. She picks up on your intentions immediately.“This is about Shesmur, isn’t it?” Airi’s smile fades. She sighs. “I…I was thinking about him last night.” “Worried, huh?”“Yes. This is the longest I’ve been without him, apart from before I met him. He’s always been with me.” Airi gazes out the window, wistful. “It feels like I’m missing a hand.” She admits.You can relate to an extent. After Akasha-Alea departed for the Waffegeist gathering, you sat on your bed, staring at the floor. Your room was quiet to the point where it became unsettling. Part of you expected for her to return and pass on a comment of some sort, but it didn’t happen. Despite past complaints, you’ve gotten so used to having Akasha-Alea’s stern voice resonating through your mind that her absence is enough to put your senses on edge. You’re slowly acclimatizing yourself to the silence, but it still feels strange. But Airi has it worse. Shesmur wasn’t just her partner; he was also her weapon. Without him, Airi must feel more vulnerable than ever.
“If you’re not feeling well, just tell me, okay? We’ll work something out.” You hastily say. “Try not to get in any fights, alright?”“I’ll be careful. It’s only a few days, anyway. I’ll cope.” Airi smiles. “I talked to Micchan about something similar last night.”“Really? What did she say?”“More or less what you said, onii-chan.”“Is that so? Well, that’s good.”The rest of breakfast passes by without much incident. “Say, onii-chan?”“What’s up?”“Did you eat any apples yesterday?”“Uh, I don’t think so?”“Really? Because we’re out. I swore we had a couple left.”“You must’ve been imagining things.”“Yes, I suppose.”>>Keiichi: Decide on what to do for the rest of the day.Hell if you know, but you’ve got a couple of texts from your friends. MICHIKO TSUKIWAKI: Hey Keiichi, call me some time! We need to talk about the school play. NINA TAKAI: I don’t have much to do today…let’s play some games like usual. FLORENCE RUTHERFORD: I’m in dire need of something to quench my boredom. Shall we make time for each other? Once again, you regret letting Florence know your number. Also, Akasha-Alea has given you permission to enter her domain. Your access around there is restricted, but it might be the perfect opportunity to find something about your mentor.What will you do?>Spend time with Michiko.>Spend time with Nina.>Spend time with Florence (accidentally).>Spend time with Airi.>Enter Akasha-Alea’s domain.>Wander around the city.>Custom option.
>>1203617>Spend time with Michiko.>Spend time with Airi.The school play may distract Airi a bit. Wouldn't feel right to leave her alone when she doesn't have Shesmur.
>>1203617>>Spend time with Airi.>Spend time with Michiko.Yeah I think we could do both here. I kinda want to go Florence but that's just my want to see more shenanigans.
>>1203634Florence can learn something new and suck a dick.
>>1203625Yeah, sounds good to me. Gotta be a good brother, yeah?
>>1203617>Spend time with Michiko.>Spend time with Airi.>Look into disappearing apples, Airi does not misplace food like that.
>>1203617>Spend time with Florence (accidentally)Shenanigans!>AccidentallySure, Keiichi
>>1203649>>Look into disappearing apples, Airi does not misplace food like that.Probably should have backed this too, that seems like a pretty big thing. Maybe the safe can be opened from insdie and the gem is a freaky thing or something, or maybe I'm just crazy.
I may just be tinfoiling, but I find it awfully convenient that Airi loses access to her Spirit Partner just when ours is away in business. It's almost like someone with knowledge of Akasha-Alea's movements within the spirit world and of Shesmur's appetite planned for these two events to align.
>>1203714>>1203743Now you guys are getting me paranoid too.
>>1203763The Hiraiyama siblings are a pair of shadowrunners, not being paranoid leads to trucks of mana waste hitting them or worse.
>>1203763Always better to be paranoid then be ignorant, am I right?
>>Keiichi: Call Michiko.You don’t feel like wasting your time playing video games and willingly complying with Florence’s requests is a ticket to a pulsing headache, so you opt for the safe route and call up Michiko.“Hi, Michiko.”“Good morning, Keiichi!” The blonde’s sunny, bright tones shine through the speakers of your smartphone. “How are you?”“Just had breakfast with Airi.” You reply and decide to get straight to the point. “So what was it you wanted to talk to me about?”“I heard you and Airi signed up for the school play.” Michiko says.“More like we were forced into it.” You grumble, remembering the wails and pleads of a certain azure-haired student council president. “If it was up to me I wouldn’t have looked at it, but that’s life for you…”“Seriously?” Michiko says. She sounds surprised and at the same time not at all. “Ah, I guess that’s standard for you two.”“Don’t say it like you were waiting for it.” “Sorry. Do you know when rehearsals are?” Michiko asks.“No, I haven’t thought about it since Thursday. I would’ve asked you, but we didn’t come to school yesterday.”There’s a pause. You heard the faint rustling of paper. “Well, rehearsals are on Monday, Wednesday and Thursday. There’s obviously none on today since it’s Saturday. Still, I was thinking we could go over the script and songs this afternoon, just to bring you guys up to speed.”“You want Airi to come?” You blink and consider it. “Eh…I don’t know if she’s got anything planned today. Hold on, I’ll go and ask her.”You put the phone on hold and search for Airi. Her room is a bust. You find her in the kitchen, inspecting the insides of the fridge. She pulls out the fruit tub, pokes her hand around it and hums in puzzlement as she rediscovers the lack of apples within. You then see her shut the fridge door and scribble a word on a paper attached to the door with a kitchen magnet.“Hey, Airi?” You say, walking in.“What is it, onii-chan?” Airi says, turning around, pencil grasped between her fingers.“You got anything planned today?” You ask.“Mmm…not really. I was planning on doing some shopping, but other than that I’ve got nothing.”“I see. Michiko just sent me a text. She wants to start practicing the school play with us. Do you want to join in?”Airi lights up. She smiles. “Sure! I’d be happy to.”You go back to your phone. “She agrees.” You say to Michiko.“Great! Now then, where should we meet up…”Another good question. Maybe you can answer for Michiko?>“Get over here.”>“Let’s go to your room.”>“Let’s go to school.”>“Let’s go out in public.”>Custom option.
>>1203795>“Let’s go to your room.”Getting Airi out of the house, but not somewhere crowded.
>>1203795>>“Let’s go to your room.”
>>1203795>"Let's go to your room."But we should probably also give a brief overview of what's going on with Shesmur also.
>>1203795>>“Let’s go to your room.”Should we take the safe?
>>1203795>>“Let’s go to your room.”As much as I don't want to leave the safe unattended, we do need to buy more apples.
>>1203795>Let's go to your room
>>1203795>“Let’s go to your room.”
“Let’s go to your room.” You state. This is the point where you and Michiko totally agree on each other. You congratulate yourself for having such a great idea, do the imaginary pat on the back, exchange more pleasantries with Michiko and prepare to leave. Except, it doesn’t happen. For whatever reason, Michiko doesn’t respond straight away. When she does, it’s in a nervous stammer.“E-excuse me?” She says.“Something wrong?” You ask.“You said you want to come in my room? As in, my place?” She questions, still sounding shaken.You frown. Is this another girl thing? “What? What’s wrong about that?” You say, “You’ve come into my place plenty of times. Most of the time it’s completely uninvited but I’m always the gracious host and let you in anyway. You and Airi then gang up on me and make passive-aggressive comments against the state of my room.”“That has nothing to do with this. It’s, just, that…” Her voice trails off into silence.“What? You’ve been in my room, so I can go to yours. There’s no big deal.”“Oi, Keiichi! Do you even understand what you’re saying?” Now she’s fired. Bloody hell, what’s her deal?“You’re not the one who’s not making sense. What, are your parents around?”“No, they’ve gone to visit relatives…” She says.“So what’s the damn problem?” You ask.“Ah, whatever! I can’t believe you!” She cries. The sudden jump in volume startles you and you hold the speaker away from your ear. “Well, I don’t care anymore! Come to my place, Keiichi! I’ll be the best damn host you’ll ever see!”You consider asking Michiko if that special time of the month is here, but decide against it. Experience is a great teacher, after all. “No, that title goes to Airi.” You say. “See you in a few, Michiko.”You hang up and see Airi staring at you.“Everything okay, onii-chan? You were almost shouting.” She says.“It’s all good.” You reassure her. “Let’s go.”
With that done, you and Airi put on decent clothes and head over to Michiko’s place. It’s quite close to True Hearts, meaning that the prices are astronomical. Yet Michiko’s parents somehow afforded it anyway. The place certainly looks it was worth the cost; from a first glance through the open front door, you can immediately tell that it’s a higher-class of apartment than the one you live in. The walls are sturdier, the floorboards are neater, rooms are bigger and there's more light and open space in spite of the excellent furniture.“Come in…” Michiko mumbles. She’s dressed in a white blouse and a mauve skirt. You’re certain she wore the same clothes during one of your mutual outings. Why is she dressing so formal? This is her own house. Plain clothes are just fine. Yeah, you’re a guy, but common sense should still apply, right?She dragsyou to her room. Your first impression is that it’s much bigger than yours and a lot cleaner. Also, it’s girly. That’s stereotypical of you, but you can’t imagine any dude having these decorations and color motifs in their rooms. Plush toys on a shelf. A cutsey alarm clock next to her bed. Light pink bedsheets on a bed the color of ivory. Posters for singing groups and bands, some seemingly years old, adorn the sky-blue walls. Naturally, Airi thinks its adorable and awesome and all the other adjectives girls favour and gets all excited about it.All you can think is that if you stuck a photo of the room through a color analyzer, the two most frequent ones would be pink and white. “Aaaah, so cute! And it’s so fluffy and warm, too! I could hug this doll for hours!”Airi needs to be careful, lest she wind up making her spirit partner jealous.You notice Michiko’s eyes wandering over to yours, as if searching for your reaction. When you glance at her, she averts her gaze.“What?”“N-nothing?”“Your room is nice.” You state.“Thanks.”“I’m not sure if could tolerate living in here for more than a day, though. Too much pink. What is your love for that color? Help me understand, Michiko.”“And there’s the Keiichi we all know and love…right, let’s get down to business.” She states, taking a deep breath. She walks over to a wooden desk on the opposite side of her room. A computer hums in the corner, recording equipment hooked up to it. The blackness contrasts sharp with the pinkish décor. “Here’s the scripts.”She hands over a duo of bound papers to you and Airi. You flick through them. It’s a script for the play. Michiko then goes on to say that out of four ideas, only one was given the greenlight for the actors. She then proceeds to not say anything about the wasted ideas. However, they will be outlined below for convenience’s sake.
THE PRODIGY AND THE DELINQUENT “If you saw someone being ostracized, would you go out of your way to help them?” A new transfer student runs into a blonde delinquent on the school grounds. His reputation is one steeped in violence and terror, leading everyone to avoid and despise him. But the transfer student finds, to his surprise, that the two of them are getting along quite fine. Life is actually getting pretty good. Hold on, is that the student council president in the corner of his eye? Why is she observing them with such a regretful expression? What mystery are delinquent and the president keeping within themselves? [SLICE-OF-LIFE, COMEDY, DRAMA, ROMANCE] BITTER EMPATHY “Contrary to popular belief, love and companionship are not necessary for a human to survive. I, myself, have survived through self-preservation and the drive for accomplishment. The sooner you realize this, the less conflict we shall have.” So said the young hacker, as she stared at her laptop screen. Such words turned most away from her, especially in this technologically advanced, dog-eat-dog reality. And yet, there’s one boy who refuses to give up on her. Will he teach her how to see the world in a gentler fashion? [PSYCHOLOGICAL DRAMA, ACTION, ROMANCE, CYBERPUNK] DEVIL IN YOUR HEART “Please, notice me. Look at me. Talk to me. Hold me. Comfort me. Why? Why aren’t you doing any of these? What I have done wrong in your eyes?” Did you hear? Yesterday, a transfer student arrived in the class next door. Silver hair, eyes like the sparkling ocean, really pretty! She’s quiet as a mouse and only seems to focus on her drawings. Never talks to anybody. But get this! A boy was given the job of showing her around. Now, it seems like the girl has eyes for him. Do you think the two of them have some sort of connection? And what’s with these pictures arriving at the young boy’s home? [PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR, DRAMA, ROMANCE, FANTASY] REIGN ON EARTH “None of you louts are fit for him. Only I, his sworn arch-nemesis, have the right to stand by his side!” Ten heroes set out to fight a powerful angel set on destroying everything. Now, they have defeated her and saved the world. Except, the angel hasn’t magically vanished, so what the heck are they supposed to do with her? Why does she insist on being at the chief hero’s side? Thus, the daily adventures of retired heroes and a former world-destroying angel are about to begin! [COMEDY, SLICE-OF-LIFE, ROMANCE]So, which play is True Hearts demanding you and Airi to participate in?>THE PRODIGY AND THE DELINQUENT>BITTER EMPATHY>DEVIL IN YOUR HEART>REIGN ON EARTH
>>1204069>>DEVIL IN YOUR HEART
>>1204069So TAkashi and AKikazu with Student PresidentTakeshi and FumikaTakeshi and DEvil girl whose name I forgotAnd HBQ with silver princess?No takeshi and Celeste rivals bit?>THE PRODIGY AND THE DELINQUENT
>>1204069Tough decision, but I think I'll have to go for>DEVIL IN YOUR HEART
>>1204069>DEVIL IN YOUR HEARTI'm on to you, Thorn...
>>1204091>>1204116>>1204123any reason why?
>>1204104>And HBQ with silver princess?Guess that also fits. My first thought was the end boss for Persona quest where Takeshi romances the former Fool.
>>1204125Didn't get enough screen time in the quest and I'd like to see more of that plotline.
>>1204126huh, that works too. Could be either or I guess. Or in a fit of madness both. >>1204131Fair, but not a fan of yanderes
>>1204125Feels like the most embarrassing of all the plays.
>>1204137Arguably the best reasoning so far.
>>1204069>>REIGN ON EARTH
The play is called DEVIL IN YOUR HEART and it tells the story of a young boy and the horrors of dealing with an obsessed not-girlfriend. At least, that’s what you can discern from the intro. Reading texts in script format switches off crucial parts in your brain.“Okay, Keiichi, I want you to read lines from the play and act them.” Michiko says, “Pretend you’re the main protagonist.”“Wait, what?” You ask, defensively, “I didn’t sign up for a role that big.”“You’ll be given your roles at the next meeting.” Michiko clarifies. “This is just to get an idea of your acting skills.”Can’t argue with that. You raise the paper to your vision and prepare to read. Here goes nothing!>Roll 1d30 to act.>Best out of three.
Rolled 8 (1d30)>>1204256>inb4 crit, inb4 we're made Mc>Inb4 Michiko, Nina and Florence(somehow) compete for female lead because of it.
Rolled 20 (1d30)>>1204256
Rolled 25 (1d30)>>1204268oops
Rolled 27 (1d30)>>1204256
>>1204281This is the one taken since it linked properly yeah?
>>1204266>>1204277Alright, so how are we gonna get Nina to play Aria?
>>1204308Sic Airi and Michiko on her
>>1204323An unstoppable plan.
>>1204308>>1204323I don't really care who plays the female lead, but it'd be fun to see them try to get Nina to do it.
My name is…well, that’s not all that important right now. I think I'm slowly starting to forget it, too.You might be wondering why I’m trapped in this dungeon. Would you believe me it’s because of a girl I know?To elaborate, I was an ordinary high school boy a few weeks ago. A magus, but not a particularly special one. My life was as ordinary as it could be. I went to school, hung out with my friends, checked out chicks, messed around on the weekends…you know the deal. And I was happy cruising in it. Then, out of nowhere, a transfer student arrived. I was given the task of showing her around.Things went to hell shortly after that. It’s a very long story, a tale of love, hate and war, and I really don’t want to talk about it. I still see them in my dreams. Nightmares. The stalking, the clinging, bloodstains and the paintings…oh god, the paintings. This place doesn’t offer happy dreams, you know. It only has starvation and pain. I hear footsteps. Regal ones. The swish of a fancy dress, the click clack of high heels, the rattle of chains sliding from their lock. Immediately, what remains of my stomach drops. She’s coming. Oh no. This can’t be happening. I barely survived yesterday. I don’t know if Is she going to tie me to a chair and feed me her home cooking with that foul blood sauce? Is she going to rub my cheeks and whisper the tales of her mentor into my ear? Miracle chants aren’t supposed to be that terrifying? Is…is she going to interrogate me about the girls back home and whip me every time I tell her a truth she doesn’t like? Oh spirits above, I can’t take any more of this! My soul is breaking in two! Somebody, save me! Even the devil will do!
You finish reading the paragraph. Then you stare down at it, your hands creating creases around the edges? What the hell is this garbage? You’re referring to both the text and your delivery of it. It’s like you did embarrassed yourself in public and instead of listening to the reasonable parts of your brain, you kept going! God, this is utterly humiliating. How did Makoto ever talk you into this? You feel like sinking through the ground and disappearing on the spot—“Wow, that wasn’t that bad.” Michiko comments, looking at you with a new degree of awe in her eyes. “Keiichi, have you ever acted before?”“No?” Wait, is she praising you?“It was certainly rough around the edges, but I thought you captured the terror and emotion of the main protagonist quite well. I’ll have to talk to the president about this.” Michiko now has contemplative look on her face. She taps the side of the table, thinking. So, what, you weren’t that awful? Does Michiko think you could successfully play the main character well? That’s surprising. You’re not entirely sure how to feel about this. It’s good that you avoided making a fool of yourself in front of her, but the idea of standing in up in front of an entire crowd and playing a pussy-whipped, sniveling kid is not something you particularly relish. Airi’s turn is next. She’s decent at acting the part of the cheerful girl who dies first. There’s nothing much to say here.“Right, next up is the singing.”“Wait, singing?” You blurt out.“Didn’t you hear?” Michiko says, “The play is a musical? I have to gauge your singing talent.” “And I suppose there’s no other person suitable for the job…”“Of course not! I’m Michiko Tsukiwaki, the school diva! Who else would they ask?” Michiko announces, matter-of-factly. She even has her hand on her breast and everything. Someone doesn’t understand sarcasm.She snaps her fingers and her microphone stand appears in her hand. She presses it against the ground and thumbs a finger over to a small button on it.“I’m going to play a song. You’re both going to sing along with the lyrics. It’s not one used in the play, but it should do. Give it your best shot.Those are words of encouragement, and yet you have a bad feeling about this. You don’t voice these objections and Michiko starts up the song.>>Keiichi: Sing.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xupu5BcWDLo>Roll 1d30 to not make Michiko weep in horror.>Best out of three.
Rolled 28 (1d30)>>1204468Break glass!
Rolled 14 (1d30)>>1204468
Rolled 26 (1d30)>>1204468
>>1204487>>1204493Hot damn, Keiichi got even better singing voice than acting chops.
>>1204499>Keiichi becomes famous as the bad boy with the golden voice
>>1204499>>1204580>Inb4 Michiko starts fantasizing about doing a duet with Keiichi.
>>1204580>>1204586What do you think his singing voice will be like?Would be pretty fun if he turns out to be a great Tenor.
>>1204468>cheerful girl who dies firstceleste nuuuuu
>>1204647Wasn't Shizuka rather cheerful too? Wait, that's even worse...
>>1204657I'm pretty sure if Aria tried killing Shizuka it's Aria that would bite the dust lol
>>1204674>You can't go yandere on him! Only I can be yandere to him!
By the way, what character is Keiichi's picture?
>>1204683more like, You hurt my brother, I BREAK you.Anti-shadow operatives mang.
>>1204689MC from Mekaku City actor
>>1204657As far as I'm concerned Shizuka is an immortal and unbeatable fighting machine.
>>1204710It any good?
>>1204733In the words of Thorn: "It's the prettiest piece of shit I've ever seen."
>>1204733Probably the most forgettable tv series I've ever seen.
Four minutes and fifty-seven seconds of some dude singing about his lost love and how being a NEET sucks amidst a sea of electric guitar noises and drum beats. With every note that passes, you feel a little bit of your dignity wither away. Yet, something keeps you going. Whether it’s the product of stubbornness, maturity or the knowledge that Michiko won’t let you out of her room unless you finish the song, you persist. The song fades out and you’re left standing on the carpet, face flushed, mouth dry, pride in tatters and getting an eyeful of shocked expressions on Michiko and Airi’s faces.“Is there something on my face?” You ask, dreading the answer.“No, I was wondering what the heck you just did.” Michiko replies, her voice oddly quiet. “Keiichi, are you sure you’ve never done anything like this before?”“No, I haven’t.”“You’ve never sung in your entire life?”Not in public, at least. You don’t do it in private often, either. Akasha-Alea caught you singing in the shower once and practically emasculated you with her criticism. “Was I really that bad?” You ask, gulping.“Bad? BAD?” Michiko exclaims, her voice rising. “You were far better than I expected! I’d even go as far to say that you’re a natural at singing! There's a serious lack of polish, sure, but you've exceed my expectations so hard it's not funny! Where did all of this talent come from, Keiichi, and why have you been hiding it all this time?”“What the hell?”“Don’t ‘what the hell’ me, mister!” Michiko shouts, jabbing a finger in your chest. “Answer the damn question!”“What the hell is my answer, Michiko! I don’t know where this came from, either!” You cry. This situation is sliding down a muddy hill and there’s an unknown abyss at the end. Airi is now looking at you with admiration. It’s unnerving.
“Onii-chan, you should come to our karaoke sessions more often.” She says.“Not in a million years!”“There’s no need to be modest,” Airi comments. “I’d bet you’d be able to get a lot of high scores.”“That’s the thing you’re focusing on? They're girl-only outings. Why would I come to those?” Never before have you wanted to slam your head against a window this badly. You then turn to your blonde friend. “Michiko, I don’t like that fire in your eyes.”“Is that so?” She answers. “Because I’m practically salivating at your potential, Keiichi.”“Oh fuck no.”“Fuck yes.” She whispers, maddened with glee. You’re never seen her this excited before, not even when she’s out shopping. “As a representative of the light music club and the school play administration, I refuse to let a diamond in the rough slip out of my fingers.”“What the hell are you about to do?”“I’ve made my decision. Keiichi, you and I are going to be spending a lot of time together. I’m going to draw out your full potential. I’m going to make you shine.” Michiko rubs her hands like a cackling villain and you resist the effort not to run out of the room screaming for your mentor. “I’ll have to teach you the terminology, the proper ways to take care of your throat, songs to practise and a lot of other things, too…”>“Fuck it, do your worst.”>“Fine, but you better not slack off.”>“I don’t know...”>“Airi, help.”>“I’m really not interested, Michiko.”>Listen to your instincts. Run. Now.>Custom option.
>>1204870>>Listen to your instincts. Run. Now.This is scary. Michiko is scary. That fuck yes was even more scary.
>>1204870>>Listen to your instincts. Run. Now.>“Airi, help.”When they catch us"Fine, but if you're doing special tutoring, you're going to help me with English too."
>>1204870>Listen to your instincts. Run. Now.Nope, we got too much to deal with already.Akasha-Alea will not let this go either.
So, how many flags do you guys think we just tripped?
In desperation, you turn your little sister, your twin, the girl who has stuck with you through explosions, despair and all the other girls in the academy hating your guts. “Airi, help.” You whimper.Airi raises a finger to her lips in deliberation. It takes three seconds too many, in which you attempt to put as little distance between you and the door as possible. Airi then shrugs her shoulders and smiles weakly.“Sorry, onii-chan, but I agree with Micchan here.” She admits. FUCK! “You do have some talent, onii-chan, and I really want to see what happens when you refine it. You can’t be focused on guns all the time, either.”“That’s right, that’s right!” Michiko nods her head vigorously. She puts a hand on your shoulder. It feels more like the restraining embrace of an iron maiden. “Keiichi, you need to get away from explosions and danger. Singing has a calming effect on people. It’ll soothe your soul.”This can’t be happening. First Michiko acts like an eager cult member and now Airi has chucked your sibling bond to the wind and has straight up betrayed you. Was Michiko’s house a portal to some strange dimension where everybody has fifty IQ points less than usual? Why are you the only sane guy here?“Hey Keiichi, where you moving to?”“That’s right, onii-chan. It’s far too early to leave.You suddenly realize that you are surrounded by hostile girls. This is a situation that happens far too often for your liking.“Take a seat here.” Michiko smiles sweetly, pulling up a chair.“It won’t take a moment.” Airi says, putting her body between you and the door. Now is the time to start sweating.“I have a gun, girls.” You say, carefully.“And I have a magic microphone stand.” Michiko replies. “Your point?”>>Fuck it. Keiichi: Run.>Roll 1d30 to escape these insane harlots.>Best out of three.
Rolled 4 (1d30)>>1205028You will be a singer and you'll LIKE IT!
Rolled 1 (1d30)>>1205028
Rolled 3 (1d30)>>1205028
Rolled 11 (1d30)>>1205028
>>1204733If you don't know about Kagerou Project; lol noIf you know about Kagerou Project: the very epitome of wasted potential. >>1204704That's nice, but can she beat Our Lady and Saviour Kaede Kurusu? No? Then it's setted. Checkmate Shizukafags. Kaede: 1, Shizuka: 0.Also, I'm taking a break for lunch. Be back in 30 mins...
>>1205047welp, I think she broke our legs.
>>1205039>>1205047>>1205061I ain't even mad.
>>1205047I regret nothing
>>1205047>>1205061>>1205039I can only imagine what Akasha will say once she hears about this. We just drop guns for singing lessons. Extra brutal training time.
You make a mad dash for the door. The question is, do you successfully escape and leave these madwomen behind?The answer is no, you don’t. The moment you move, Michiko lunges forward with her microphone stand and slams it at your knees. Sharp pain runs up your legs and you stumble forwards. You collapse and eat a mouth of carpet. Then you feel metal and magic pressing against your skin in thick, sinuous lines.“Onii-chan, just because Shesmur isn’t here doesn’t mean I can’t blood meld.” Airi stares down at you, one hand wrapped in crimson chain. “You traitor!” You bark. “How could you, Airi?”“Sorry, but this is for your own good. Like I said, you need more hobbies.”“Firearm maintenance and research is perfectly fine, thank you very much!” You snap.“Yeah, no.” Michiko says, striding over. “It’s boring and makes your hands filthy.”“How dare you!” You shout. “You’re completely wrong about that! Stop saying shit about things you don’t know about.”“I could say the same about singing.” Michiko says. “Really Keiichi, just give it a chance. You’re in the school play, which means you’re going to be singing and dancing whether you like it or not. You might as well take this opportunity to hone your talent.”“At the very least, it’ll make you fun at parties.” Airi points out.“Oh, now you two decide to be reasonable?” You yell.There’s a moment of quiet. “Micchan, he called us reasonable.” Airi says.“Does that mean he’s slowly catching on?”“Maybe. Let’s keep trying.”“Fucking kill me…” You groan. Now, what would Akasha-Alea do in this situation? Point and mock, actually. This is no help at all!>Against his own will, Keiichi has acquired the Raw Singing Proficiency talent. Whether or not he polishes this is up to you. As for Akasha-Alea’s potential reaction…well, let’s leave that to a later date.
Night is falling. You are sitting in your kitchen, nursing a snack and reading a school textbook. Airi is rummaging through the fridge. You ignore her. The reason for this is because you are conducting a review. Specifically, you are mentally going over the events of the morning and afternoon of 7th of May, 2016.>Michiko kept you in her room for the rest of the morning and a good amount of the afternoon.>She made you sing along to the songs played from her magic microphone.>She walked you through a bunch of voice exercises.>She dumped a song list and the play script on you and made you promise to practice. Airi offered to keep an eye on you. Michiko accepted. >The two of them then hugged as you struggled not to contract diabetes.>Airi cannot be trusted when it comes to girly shit.>Airi bought groceries on the way home. Apples were included.If you had to put your emotions into words, you would describe them as the fine line between exasperation and despair.“Onii-chan, how many slices of toast did you eat this morning?”“Three, why?” You look up from your glass of orange juice. “The bag of bread is almost empty.”“Was it like that this morning?”“I don’t think so.” Airi murmurs. Again, she’s troubled. “I…I think I checked carefully this morning. But maybe I was wrong…”You stand up. “You think we might have a thief?”Airi shakes her head. “The wards are all intact. They haven’t been tampered with.”You fold your arms and think. Did one of the research materials do this? No, they’re inanimate objects and you checked the safe when you got back. There was no sign of forceful entry, nor any indication that the safe had been opened from the inside. There are no pets inside the apartment and ordinary pests wouldn’t be able to open the fridge. Magical pests would be targeted by the security wards.“I mean, what kind of thief steals scraps of food to eat? Doesn't make sense. Nobody does that.” You mutter. “Maybe we really aren’t looking carefully enough…”Airi sighs. "It's only explanation I can think of. I mustn't let stress get to me...">2 DAYS HAVE PASSED. 7 REMAIN.
>>1205463Gosh that's unnerving.
>>1205463I'm telling you guys, it's the stop sign.
[8th of May, 2016 (SUNDAY)]Sunday morning is so uneventful it’s barely worth talking about. Who are you going to spend time with today? Hurry up, man! All men are living on borrowed time!>Spend time with Michiko.>Spend time with Nina.>Spend time with Florence (accidentally).>Spend time with Airi.>Enter Akasha-Alea’s domain.>Wander around the city.>Custom option.
>>1205392I dunno about you anons, but I think it'd be hilarious to become an amazing singer. Maybe we could roll it into becoming some magic gun idol. [SPOILER]Plus we get to spend time with Michiko[/SPOILER]
>>1205463It must be that green fucking thing that waved. I don't know how, but I've got a strong suspicion.
>>1205482>Spend time with Airi.
>>1205482>>Spend time with Nina.>Set up a recording device on food to catch the thief.
>>1205482>Spend time with Nina.
>>1205482>>Spend time with Florence (accidentally).Airi is clearly all cheered up if she can bully her brother like that. Time to go full shenanigans.>>1205491Too easy anon, needs to be something weird like the stop sign or the gem.
>>1205482>>Spend time with Florence (accidentally).
>>1205482>>1205493I like this idea.
>>1205482>Spend time with Florence (accidentally)
>>1205482>>Enter Akasha-Alea’s domain.Train>>1205488>IdolNow that'd be muscling in on Michiko's territory. Michiko probably won't like that
>>1205482>Enter Akasha-Alea’s domain.
>>1205518Or perhaps be really excited she'd have a guy to do quality duets with.
>>1205482>>Spend time with Florence (accidentally)
>>1205518What >>1205528 said. Plus I see us more as one of those 'tsundere' idols, so we won't be stepping all over her niche. >>1205482>Enter Akahsha-Alea's domainBetter get at least some training in lest our patron come back and punish us with more severe training.
>>1205612she also is crushing on us hard
You stand at a familiar street beneath a familiar sky. Around you, the same-old crowds of Shibuya flow and wrap around the buildings like waters of flesh and blood around stones in a riverbed. You look at a girl you have met before. She grins back. You scowl in response. She clasps her hands together and titters in amusement.The air grows cold with frost magic. You contemplate banging your head against the nearby tram stop wall“Sorry, are you doing this on purpose?” You growl.“I’m not quite certain what you mean. Could you please elaborate, my dear Keiichi?” Florence Rutherford, ice queen of Stonewolf High, dressed in a casual outfit that is worth a hundred formal outfits of the peasants, smiles pleasantly. “It can’t be a coincidence that we keep meeting each other.” You say, crossing your arms. “Are you doing this deliberately to make my life even worse?”“How vulgar. Perhaps you are the one seeking me out. I know quite a many few who do so. Most of the time, they fail to succeed. You should count yourself as lucky.” Florence smirks. Her looks then shifts to that of an contemplatitive intelletual. “We may have been bonded in a past life. Perhaps the imprint from the bond has followed from the past to our present. You may simply be following your instincts.”You palm your face and groan. You know she doesn't believe in that bullshit. You certainly don't. “Yeah, no. There’s no way I’d intentionally look for you.”“Then the only explanation I can think of is fate.” Florence says, “The presence of a higher power, to be precise. Who knows what machinations the Spirit King conjures?”“The Spirit King is an asshole. Stop messing with me.”“But it is so very entertaining!” Florence gushes, fake in that sickening way the rich do. “If you do not wish to meet me, then you shoud make yourself less interesting, Keiichi Hirayama.”You groan. “What do you want with me?”“What do I want?” Florence pretends to ask herself. “For starters, let’s talk about why you turned down a lady’s invitation. You did not respond to my request. I was so very shocked. I think I may have shed a tear.”“And then you froze it and used it to gouge somebody in the neck.” You deadpan.“Well, I wouldn’t go that far, but that is a good idea. I will have to note it down.” She takes out her smartphone and taps on the display. God damn it, Rutherford! “As I was saying, since you ignored my invitation yesterday, it only stands to reason we should spend some time together this fine morning.”“No way in a million years, Rutherford.”“I would like to remind you that you said something similar last time.” Florence smirks devilishly. If she were less refined, she would be licking her lips now. “Now then, my dear Keiichi…”What does Florence request of you?>“…play chess with me.”>“…allow us to share a meal together.”>“…please walk with me.”>“…let us fight together.”>“…let us play a game.”>Custom option.
>>1205741>>“…play chess with me.”
>>1205741>>“…let us play a game.”Chess is also nice, but I'd like to have a chance at winning. Walking also sounds like a good one.
>>1205741>>“…let us play a game.”
>>1205741>>“…allow us to share a meal together.”
>>1205741>“…let us play a game.”
>>1205741>>“…please walk with me.”
>>1205741>"...let us play a game."
Florence asks you to play a game. She does this with her fingers positioned near her rapier. For ordinary humans, a game usually involves objects that can be carried with one or both hands. For magi, a game can devolve into war.That’s why you’re standing in front of the under-18s neutral battle arena. You’ve been here many times in in the past here. Caelestis, Stonewolf, Lady Sagisawas, True Hearts’ and the Independents…they challenged you and fought like a wolf in return. Sometimes you won. Others, you drew or lost. It’s through those experiences that you grew as a magus, and by extension as a person.“I’ll give you the honor of choosing the type.” Florence declares. “Go on, Keiichi.”You scan the list displayed on the wall. Only a number of these sound appealing to you right now… STANDOFF Both participants stand back to back. They then take ten steps in the direction they’re facing. Ten seconds then pass. The participants then turn around and attempt to hit on each other. First to hit is the winner. Usually played in rounds of one or three. COLLAPSE Participants are placed on a hovering platform in the air. They must then attempt to knock each other off it. First to fall to the ground is the loser. HIT BATTLE Participants are placed in a flat surfaced arena to fight. The objective is to obtain a number of hits on your opponent (usually three or five) before they do. There are no other rules, apart from the standard battle arena ones. BLACKJACK It’s fucking blackjack. Seriously, why are you even here? [Make your selection.]>STANDOFF.>COLLAPSE.>HIT BATTLE.>BLACKJACK.>CUSTOM OPTION.
>>1205911>hit on each otherKeiichi might die. >>1205911>BLACKJACKSeems easy enough and doesn't involve fighting.
>>1205911>>COLLAPSE.>and attempt to hit on each otherThe city sanctions public flirting?
>>1205911>Hit battleAnd let's make a bet, shall we...?Not sure what we'd demand though.One strings-free request for help?
>>1205911>>STANDOFF.That sounds right up Keiichi's alley.
>>1205911>>STANDOFF.IT'S HIGH NOON!
>>1205911>>BLACKJACKRegardless of what we play, supporting >>1205933 for a making a bet.
>>1205978Anon you madman. Ever crazier than the guys that want to make a bet.
>>1205911>hit on each otherh-how lewdThat said, >STANDOFFdoes sound like the better choice. Keiichi IS a gunmage, after all, and the advantage of this compared to Hit Battle is that it should tire him out less.
>>1205995yeah sadly anons want to hand Florence the notorious odds counter an easy win.
Tie between STANDOFF and BLACKJACK.1. STANDOFF.2. BLACKJACK.Reply with the number or else it won't count.
>>1206009>2. BLACKJACK.I'm okay with stand off if it ties again though.
>>1206014If you want your vote to count, you need to reply with JUST the number.
>>1206054Standoff seems to be dominating anyway, I'm good. I know now for next time though.
>>STANDOFF.You head over to the counter and make your selection known. The man there does a double take at the sight of Florence, but recovers his composure in a manner only beaten-down and soulless servicemen can perform. The two of you are given tickets to part of the arena. You then head over to a nearby room to wait your turn.“It pains me to say that we cannot make this battle best out of three, as I have an urgent appointment with the bank in thirty minutes.” Florence states. “However, I believe I may have a way to make this standoff to become more interesting regardless.”“I don’t like the sound of this.” You answer, eyeing Florence warily.She smiles at you. “Let us wager something on the outcome of his match. Whoever wins shall take all. A draw will result in nothing given, yet nothing lost.”“And what would this wager be…?”She winks at you. “That is for you to decide. Of course, you do not have to wager anything if you don’t wish to. I am not a tyrant.”“Could’ve had be fooled.” You grumble. There’s also the question of whether or not you want Ultimate Skills allowed in this fight. You better make your decision soon. It’s almost your turn.[What will you wager?]>A favour of any description.>Money.>The promise of another game.>An invitation to one’s home.>Refuse to wager anything.>Custom option.[Ultimate Skills on or off?]>ON.>OFF.
>>1206134>>A favour of any description.>>ONGo big or go home.
>>1206134>An invitation to one’s home.>OFF.
>>1206134>>A favour of any description.>OFF.
>>1206134>A favour of any descriptionhahahue>OFFWe don't have much to gain for a first-hit scenario. We do have a lot to lose.
>>1206134>A favour of any description.>on
>>1206134>>A favour of any description.>OFF.All of the sudden this also sounds scary.
>>1206134>>A favour of any description.>>OFF.
>>1206134>A favor of any description.>OFF
>>1206134>>An invitation to one’s home>OFF.
>>1206134>>An invitation to one’s home.>OFF.
>>1206134>A favour of any description.>ON.
>>1206134>>An invitation to one’s home.>OFFI really don't like Florence.
>>1206240same, but other anons are crazy for her.
Also, do we know her ultimate skill? Ours could be helpful but if hers was even more dangerous then it'd be a terrible idea.
>>1206253Personally, I hadn't voted for meeting Florence (I actually missed that vote) but I am interested to learn more about her character. Thorn's characters haven't flatly had everything on the surface so far.
>>1206261Guessing it's something bullshit. Most Ice users are See Esdeath, Rukia's bankia, Toshiro's true Bankai, Ice Nine, etc. etc. By comparison us firing without reservation for ten seconds is weak.>>1206291they never do.
“A favour of any description.” You state. “That’s what I’ll wager.”“So, you’ll wager yourself? How bold. I like it!” Florence chuckles. “Very well then, I accept your turns. I hope you don’t go back on your word.”It feels like you’ve just signed a deal with the devil. Then again, that’s what the majority of your interactions with Florence are like.An announcement rings, informing you that it’s time for the duel. Florence steps out of her seat and entering the hallway leading to the arena. You follow.It’s a hot day today. The air is warm on your skin and sweat threatens to trickle from your [pres. In the middle of a sun-bleached concrete field, you and Florence grip each other’s hands in the standard fair play agreement. The last you see of her is her trademark smirk before you do a 180 until your back is facing hers.Your heart pounds. It is pulse of battle. It sends heat up your arms to limber them, which in turn kicks off the sparks in your magic circuits. Your foot crunches against the concrete. It feels heavy. One step, then five steps, then the required ten. Your body is taut as wire. Your nerves are ready to summon your handgun and fire. But not yet. That’s against the rules, grounds for disqualification. They know this and are primed for action.“Ten…”A countdown begins. Nine, eight, seven. You wonder what Airi is doing. Six, five, four. Akasha-Alea would be telling you to concentrate if she was here. You shake your head to do just that. “Three…two…”Your fingers curl up.“One…”In and out your breath goes. Your heels press against the concrete.“GO!”You spin around and fire.>Roll 1d30.>Best out of three.
Rolled 13 (1d30)>>1206339
Rolled 21 (1d30)>>1206339
Rolled 3 (1d30)>>1206339
Rolled 4 (1d30)>>1206357Lets hope that's good enough.
>>1206368Hoping between bullet time and magic piercing bullets it will be.
Rolled 22, 7, 5 = 34 (3d30)>>Florence: Roll.
>>1206378>Beaten by 1
>>1206357>>1206378>off by one
The moment you spin around is the moment you flood mana to your eyeballs and activate Bullet Time. The world grows grey and your handgun weighs like lead in your hand. You squeeze the trigger and fire straight at Florence’s chest. At the same time, she crafts a bolt of ice from the surrounding moisture and sends it hurtling your way. The bullet and the bolt collide against each other. Ice shards clatter against the ground, quickly forming into puddles in the heat. The bullet continues to fly forward, but the strike against the ice has caused it to go off trajectory and slow down. It’s child play for Florence to dash to the side and avoid it.First contact is a draw. But since neither of you were hit, the battle isn’t over yet. You need to move, fast!>Get up close.>Activate Bullet Time again and fire.>Switch to your rifle and fire at long range.>Wait for Florence to act, then counter her.>Custom option.
>>1206424>>Activate Bullet Time again and fire.
>>1206424>>Switch to your rifle and fire at long range.The further away from her you get, the better she has to aim. By sheer dint of projectile size and relative distance, you have a bigger target and a harder to see projectile than she does.
>>1206424>Activate Bullet Time again and fire.>Switch to your rifle and fire at long range.>>1206454point
>>1206424>>Activate Bullet Time again and fire.>>Switch to your rifle and fire at long range.>>1206454makes some solid points
You switch from your handgun to your trusty rifle and tread backwards. While Florence is adept at most distances, she’s at her weakest at long range. The further you are away from her, the better she has to aim and the more breathing room you possess for her spells. It’s a sound tactic, and one Florence recognizes. She draws her rapier with her right hand and clicks her fingers with her left. Five orbs of ice, shivering and radiating a pale light, form in an arch above her head. You swallow. You recognize this spell. It’s a homing attack, set to activate when Florence is close to her user. It’s not the strongest weapon in her arsenal, but since this is a battle where the objective is to hit the only opponent only once…Damn it, she’s going to advance forward! Look, she’s crafting a shield of ice in front of her. Bullet Time snaps into your vision and you hoist up your rifle. Mana flows into your arms and up the rifle’s mechanisms, before finally settling into the bullets themselves. You won’t let this heiress get close to you!>Roll 1d30 to hit her before she can advance forward (no opposing rolls).>Best out of three.
Rolled 29 (1d30)>>1206524
Rolled 22 (1d30)>>1206524Witness me!
Rolled 5 (1d30)>>1206524
Rolled 6 (1d30)>>1206529Woulda nailed her even with opposing rolls!
>>1206545Don't jinx it.
It’s a contest between your Anti-Mana bullets and Florence’s ice shield. Looking back, it shouldn’t have been in the first place. Clusters of ice and frost collapse from the shield as your special bullets pierce through. Florence conjures ice to repair the holes, but it’s of a little use. One by one, your bullets wear her down. The last bullet, fired from your mana-less quavering hands, crashes through the shield with a sickening crack, tearing it to shreds. It then clips Florence in the side, dropping her to one knee.With that, the battle is over. You have won. You put your rifle away and stride up to her. Her breath is slightly labored, through there’s a weary grin on her exquisite features. You lend a hand to help her up. Being the prideful girl that she is, she hoists herself up with her own two hands.“So, I lost.” She states, her tone neutral. >“Good game.”>“That was fun.”>“I hope you honor our agreement.”>“Suck it.”>“Are you upset?”>Custom option.
>>1206590>“That was fun.”>“Good game.”
>>1206590>>“Good game.”>Keep your hand out for the shake
>>1206590>“That was fun.”
>>1206590>>“Good game.”>>“That was fun.”
>>1206590>>“Good game.”>>“That was fun.”Whoo we actually won, didn't think we would back when it was first suggested.
>>1206590>“That was fun.”>“Good game.”>>>1206606We're better than her.
You continue to leave your hand out. Florence studies it for a moment, unreadable, then takes it in hers. The two of you share a strong, firm handshake.“Good game.” You find yourself saying. “It was fun.” And to your surprise, you meant it. You’ve had scraps with Florence before, but this time you find yourself surprisingly elated. Seriously, you’re even wearing a small grin, one that is genuine and not in the least spiteful. What happened to allow this change?“Yes, it was enjoyable.” Florence responds. “You’ve grown. I’d even say you’re almost to your former level of strength. It’s rather pleasing.”The sun shines. A gentle breeze ruffles Florence’s hair. She smooths her skirt and picks gravel off her clothes. “Congratulations, Keiichi.” She smiles. “You are now in the envious position of owning a favour from the Rutherford family.”“Oh yeah.” You realize. “That.”Florence giggles. “Did you forget about it while during out bout?”“I think I was aiming to sink a bullet in you more than winning a favour.” You admit.“It suits your nature. Even so, I cannot blame you.” Florence admits. She flexes her fingers, her tone entering a business-like nature. “As for the favour, I would advise you not to spend it this instant. Its scope is far-reaching and wide in terms of manpower, land and money. It is something you should carefully consider, perhaps saving for a rainy day. Whatever it is, I will do my utmost to repay you, as long as it is within our capabilities. You have my word on this.”“Uh, thanks?” You get the impression that you might have gone a little overboard here. A foot of yours is submerged at the edges of an ocean at night, its bottom a deep pit from which no light can escape. The thought of it all is making you a little light-headed.Florence poses a good question. What are you even supposed to do with the favour? Pay off the mortgage? Buy a lifetime’s supply of groceries? Ask her to stop being so irritating?…okay, that last one is a bit tempting. Still, your mentor is not a spirit who eyes recklessness favorably. She might even approve of this gain of yours. You should take time to consider this carefully.
“Well, it seems our business here has concluded.” Florence says, checking her wristwatch. “I must be off now, Keiichi.”“Hey, what would you have done if you had won?” You blurt out. Once again, you surprise yourself with your words.Florence stops in her tracks. She answers. “What I would have done? Well, there were a lot of possibilities. I entertained the idea of you quitting True Hearts’ and attending Stonewolf.” A knowing grin crosses her features. At the same time, it’s tinged with something foreign, something that reveals a shimmer of what lies beneath the Rutherford family’s frigid façade. It catches you off guard. “However, if I had to choose one, then I would have asked for these games to become a weekly occurrence.”You blink. “Excuse me.”Florence’s smile widens. “I said what I said. Farewell for now, Keiichi. Let us meet again in the future.”With that, she departs from the arena. You see yourself out shortly afterwards, feeling as if this encounter with the rich heiress wasn’t as terrible as the others.
>>1206835We thawed a bit of her ice, this feeling of glee is great.
>>1206835This has made me happy. I'd like to continue theses.
>>1206835you done tt?
Nothing good ever lasts. When you get home, you run smack-bang into a furious younger sister. “Onii-chan, we need to have a word!” Airi declares, pointing an accusing finger at you. “What did I do?” You say, defensively. In response, Airi puffs up her cheeks and drags you by the sleeve to the kitchen. She makes you sit down at the table. Then she slams a cardboard box in front of you. What’s inside the box rattles. “You ate some of my prized muesli bars, didn’t you?” She accuses. You stare at her, incredulous. “Airi, are you nuts? They taste horrible! I don’t touch the stuff!” Airi scowls. “Well, the last time I counted, there were five muesli bars in the box. When I got back from Micchan’s place, I found out that only two were left. So if someone was eating them, it must be you!”“Maybe it’s possible that you ate them without realizing it?” You reply. You feel silly the instant you say those words. Airi’s has mutual sentiments, judging by the unimpressed glare she’s giving you.“Well, do you have any evidence that it was me?” You continue.“Process of elimination!” Airi says, hotly. “It wasn’t me, because I keep track of how many muesli bars I eat. Shesmur is in the hospital and there aren’t living creatures among the research materials! It has to be you!”“What the heck do you want me to do?” You shout.“I want you to apologize!” Airi shouts back.“Like I said, you need evidence!”“I already said the evidence!”“That’s not enough!”Airi trembles on the spot, her expression a mask of womanly rage. It’s complete with a pout and all. “Onii-chan, you dummy! I can’t believe you!” She shrieks. She then storms off to her room.Without resolution, tension cannot fade. You and Airi spend the rest of the day very pointedly not looking at each other. You vanish to Akasha-Alea’s domain just to escape her gaze. Airi cooks a delicious dinner as usual, but she slams your portion on the table and then jerks her head away. You reciprocate by taking your meal to your bedroom and slamming your door shut. The Hirayama household at peace with the combined, opposed anger of two adolescents.You go to bed thinking Airi is a moron. Airi most likely goes to her bed thinking you are a moron. You are a moron in certain aspects, but Airi is clearly in the wrong here; thus she is the most moron.
>>1207013Alright, that stop sign is getting on my nerves.
When you lay your head down onto your pillow, you expect that tomorrow morning will consist of more passive-aggressive greetings, coupled with an incident that somehow makes you both apologize simultaneously. This obviously does not happen. Yes, this is yet another incident where your future self shakes his head and wonders just how blind his past self used to be.You wake up in the dead at night. Your groggy senses register faint traffic noises from the outside, the cold in the air and the squeaks of your mattress. There’s a stiffness between your legs. You really need to take a piss.You leave your room and grope you way down the hallway, yawning. As you pass the kitchen door, you notice there’s a faint light coming from within. Curious, but still bleary enough to not register it as a immediate threat, you enter.You see the outline of somebody raiding the fridge. You hear the snuffles and grunts. This sets alarm bells ringing in your head, because Akasha-Alea crushed that habit of yours and Airi never did it from the beginning. Then there’s how the figure doesn’t match either of your proportions.Your hands reach for the light switch. Whiteness floods your vision, causing you to wince for an instant. Akasha-Alea’s training proves its worth yet again and you recover quickly. You scurry forward to get a closer look at the culprit.Let it be said that you, Keiichi Hirayama, run into a lot of girls. You don’t know why this happens. It’s not as if you’re a particularly feminine man. And yet it happens anyway. Wherever you go, more girls than boys offer you friendships, fights and food in Shibuya’s numerous eateries and cafes. It’s almost unbelievable. Several have even accused you of practicing adultery with the girls you know.The person kneeling in front of the fridge is not a girl you know. Her hair is red and bright as a bushfire. Her limbs are slender but muscular, speaking of strength and finesse. Her clothes consist of a slovenly hoodie and a pair of short shorts; garments found in the bargain bins at the very back of pawn shops. Her mouth is crusted with a ring of crumbs and leftovers. A piece of plain bread is clenched in one hand and a piece of cheese falls from her gaping open, shocked mouth.The pair of you stare at each other, frozen like Medusa’s garden. Every second that passes feel like an hour. The only thought that passes through your head during this time is who the fuck is this girl?
>3 DAYS HAVE PASSED. SIX REMAIN.
>>1207095Spirit of hobos?
It's finally over...thanks for coming, everyone. This thread was a blast. I think I got a lot of important stuff covered today. So, who is this mystery girl? Where does she come from? What object did she originate from? Did she originate from an object at all? Will that stop sign ever be relevant? Wow, so many questions. I think I'm overwhelmed, and that's not even counting the most vital question of all: is she kawaii?Tune in the next thread to have some of them answered! It shall be on the 4th of March, 9:30 pm UTC start. Hope to see you all there!Archived Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1199569Twitter: https://twitter.com/TwilightThornAsk fm: https://ask.fm/TwilightThorn441
>>1207139Let this be a lesson to everyone. Don't lick soul gems.See you next time, TT.
>>1207139>is she kawaii?'About to be full of holes' is not very kawaiiThanks for running, Thorn
>>1207139>>1200878cheers, bossduplicate files are shit
>>1207158Quite the opposite right? If licking a gem made a cute girl pop up outta nowhere, we need to lick the gem again.>>1207139She cute but still gonna catch plenty of shit from Airi and Keiichi for eating all of their food. Thanks for running Thorn. Actually managed to be around for this session, felt nice to get more Florence shenanigans.
>>1207139Thanks for running. I just caught up with all the previous threads and I'm really enjoying this
>>1207185Cute girls are supposed to steal your heart, not half of everything that goes into your fridge.
>>1207139>4th of March>mfw realizing this is only a week from now
>>1206835>However, if I had to choose one, then I would have asked for these games to become a weekly occurrence.I think we can indulge her a bit there.Always good to stack up a few favours with the rich kid.
So I was thinking, magic and spirit powers are based in part of memory and romanticism, yeah? So a revolver would be because of westerns more powerful and magical?
>>1208463Well, the revovler we got was the same model as Dirty Harry's, so I wouldn't be surprised if it was a literal handcannon.
>>1208550Can you imagine our Ult combo'd with that monster? Unlimited ammo on it for 10 seconds + Anti magic bullets? That'd be something to fear.
>>1208599Sounds like it would wreck Keiichi's arm.
>>1208746Need to stack some str?