Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>1876402

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>1876402

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>1876402

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1876402
Let me see that nat 1 baby

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>1876402

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>1876402

Rolled 20 (1d20)

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>1876422

Now, let's see

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>1876402

>>1876411
The Dice have decided a winner is you

>>1876422
Yeah bo-
>>1876425
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

>>1876402

You flush and mutter as Jaune quietly takes the guitar from your hands and ushers you to your feet, leaving you pray to your impromptu audience.

“Damn, Tin-Man! Who knew you could play?” Yang teases, gently jabbing you on the shoulder.

You chuckle, trying desperately not to look sheepish. “Uh...it’s nothing...really. I’m just uh, good with my hands.” You tell her, giving a smile that you’re almost sure is a little too wide for the conversation.

“You’ll have to show me sometime, Tiger.” She says quietly in your ear, sending a slight shiver down your spine.

“I uh...would be happy to.” You shrug, unsure exactly of what to say.

She giggles, walking back over to her conversation with Ruby and Weiss of all people. However you can’t help but watch the slight sway in her hips as she goes, the light dancing off of her pale flesh.

“Hey...Hey LuLu, earth to Lulu!” You hear, before there as ‘snap’ in your ear before nora grabs your ear and tugs your head to look at her.

>How do you respond.
>A. Huh...what?
>B. What’s up Nora.
>C. I was enjoying the show...what do you need?
>D.Other.

>>1876482
>B. What’s up Nora.

>>1876482
>A. Huh...what?
>B. What’s up Nora.

>>1876482
>B. What’s up Nora.

>>1876482
>>A. Huh...what?
>>B. What’s up Nora.

>>1876482
>A. Huh...what?

>>1876482
>A. Huh...what?
>B. What’s up Nora.

>>1876482
>>D.Other
Dem thighs....
Dat ass...
Ummmm
Hi Nora
You didn't hear anything *smiles*

>>1876482
>>A. Huh...what?

>>1876482
>A. Huh...what?
>B. What’s up Nora.
>D.Other.
I wasn't doing anything, I swear, how are you? If this doesn't work, just say pancakes, point behind her, and run as fast as our metal leg can carry us.

>>1876482
>>A. Huh...what?
>>B. What’s up Nora.

>>1876482

“Huh...wha?” You manage to mumble, looking the girl in her eyes. After a few seconds the trance you had settled into thanks to.

You shut that part of you up right then and there.

“What’s up Nora?” You finally ask.

“Pancakes!” She cheers.

“Pancakes?”

“Pancakes.”

“I...see.” You mutter, but before you can even turn back to the great display of...MUSCLE. (Yeah, muscle…) you are pulled away and to the griddle that the girl had been slaving over for the past fifteen minutes.

Beside it the sight you see can only be described as follows: Stretching the very concept of reality to just before its breaking point in order to facilitate just how many perfect, golden brown and soft-looking pancakes had been stacked beside the griddle. Your mind boggles at the sight and you are almost certain that it is simply an optical illusion; As there was almost certainly not enough time to make that many pancakes in one that little time.

Almost.

Setting you down on an outcropping rock beside the griddle she hands you a plate with a warm, slightly steaming plate of pancakes. Before you can even ask she has already splattered a small amount of butter and syrup atop them before handing you a knife and fork.

>Do you take a bite?
>A. Your somach is aching, you need food now
>B. Wait, ask her if she’d like to join you for some
>C. How...how did they make that many pancakes...what?

>>1876703
>B. Wait, ask her if she’d like to join you for some
>C. How...how did they make that many pancakes...what?

>>1876703
>>A. Your somach is aching, you need food now
>>B. Wait, ask her if she’d like to join you for some

>>1876703
>B. Wait, ask her if she’d like to join you for some

Some pancakes and chill with Nora, aww yea boi

>>1876703
>>B. Wait, ask her if she’d like to join you for some
>>C. How...how did they make that many pancakes...what?

>>1876703
>A. Your somach is aching, you need food now
>B. Wait, ask her if she’d like to join you for some

>>1876703

>A. Your somach is aching, you need food now
>B. Wait, ask her if she’d like to join you for some

Well it is morning, time to have breakfast

>>1876703

“You want some?” You ask, holding up the plate to her.

You can see the conflict in your eyes as she clearly wants to say yes, but after a second she shakes her head; Though you can see the barely restrained tears as she speaks to you.

“No..no no! You won the bargain, these pancakes are yours.” She insists, backing away from the golden stack of fluffy cakes.

“Alright...the next stack are yours then.” You promise with a nod and this seems to cheer her up immensely as she rushes back to the griddle for Ren to whip up more pancakes.

Sinking into the fluffy stack of breakfast food you cannot complain. It was certainly interesting to have such a meal for breakfast, and you had not had such a treat since the last time you had stayed in a settlement. (The last one had been the same place you had learned the song, interestingly enough.)

While part of you desperately wished to simply wolf down the delicious stack before you, you also wish to savor the literal victory you had.

>What do you do?
>A. Scarf them down, they are too delicious
>B. Savor them, even if your stomach demands otherwise
>C. Do a bit of both
>D. Other.

>>1876834
>C.

>>1876834
>B. Savor them, even if your stomach demands otherwise

>>1876834
>B

The other is the answer of heathens

>>1876834
>B. Savor them, even if your stomach demands otherwise

>>1876834
>>A. Scarf them down, they are too delicious

>>1876834
>>B. Savor them, even if your stomach demands otherwise

>>1876834
>B

>>1876834
>C. Do a bit of both

>>1876834
>>C. Do a bit of both

>>1876834

You decide to (much to your stomach’s despair) to savor the fluffy cakes, sinking your teeth into each and every single piece of the delicious goodness. You can understand now why Nora loves them so much, between the warmth of the cakes, the sweetness of the syrup that had sank just enough into them and the smoothness of the butter to go along had certainly been a treat to the senses. As you continued to dig into the stack Nora sits beside you, hungrily tearing into her own stack before looking at yours in jealousy.

“How can you not just tear through the golden stack of deliciousness?” She asks, muffled by the syrupy remains of her meal.

“Well, you made them right? Part of the deal and all that; It would be rude of me to not savor your handiwork.” You tell her before returning to your task of eating through your impromptu dinner...breakfast? Dinfast? Whatever.

You proceed to have simple small talk (Though this in itself is a more akin to random stories and sentences between the two of you) with the Valkyrie, distracting your stomach long enough to continue your enjoyment of the treat before you. After swallowing the last bite of your dinner you thank Nora before setting your plate on the rock and getting to your feet.

>What do you do now?
>A. It’s late, very late. Time to get some sleep
>B. See what others are up to.
>C. Go back to another group you had been with
>D. Other.

>>1878275
>>B. See what others are up to.

>>1878275
>>B. See what others are up to.

>>1878275
>B.

>>1878275
>B

>>1878275
>B

>>1878275
>B. See what others are up to.

>>1878275

Taking a peak around the camp you see that the fire is starting to dim from its roaring fire to crackling embers; Who had put the flames out you don’t remember, but it's clear that all around you the Cadre is letting the evening and early morning get to them. Before you can even see exactly who is where and doing what Cardin plops down beside you.

“So, while we were at Juniors I managed to get somethin’ for you, boss.” He says with a wry grin before holding up two wrapped bottles. Raising an eyebrow you take one of the bottles before slowly peeling away the otherwise unassuming brown wrapping. What you find inside however is both shocking and rather touching, if you were honest.

It was a bottle you had seen before, with dark glass and a seemingly black liquid inside. Cracking off the cap and taking a quick sniff confirms your suspicions: Grimm’s Blood.

Quickly checking the other bottle after peeling away the paper reveals an equal sized bottle of a bluish clear liquid. While you could not be certain you assumed this to be the dust mixture that was to be added to the former, and before you even look to him he nods.

Taking the two bottles carefully you now have a choice to make.

>What do you do?
>A. Toast with the Whole Cadre, to your brotherhood
>B. Toast with Cardin, in cheers at your gift
>C. Toast with Cardin, to your recovery.
>D. Other.

>>1878467
>A

>>1878467
>B. Toast with Cardin, in cheers at your gift
Who knew Cardin could be such a bro?

>>1878467
>A.
Mostly because I want to see how our drunk spaghetti impacts Ruby and Yang.

>>1878467
>A

>>1878467
Huh, bro for life now, no helping it.
>B. Toast with Cardin, in cheers at your gift
>D. But if anyone else wants some while we toast then give them some, this is our gift after all, and this shit isn't cheap either.

>>1878467
>B
Cardin the real MVP.

>>1878467
>>B. Toast with Cardin, in cheers at your gift

Then
>A. Toast with the Whole Cadre, to your brotherhood

>>1878467

You ask for two cups but even better than this the teen manages to withdraw a series of small plastic shot glasses. (Seems he was prepared for this)

Carefully pouring the contents of the Grimms blood into sixteen glasses, you repeat the processes with the second component, letting it settle before Cardin starts gathering all the Campers around the dying fire. As he begins to hand out the cups you raise yours above the smolders and wait; As he takes the last shot to himself he joins you, with others joining suit.

“To the Cadre!” He says, only for everyone else to repeat before downing the drink.

>Roll 1d100+10

Rolled 29 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1878536
Oh shit, here we go!

Rolled 98 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1878536

Rolled 49 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1878536

>>1878536

Rolled 28 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1878536

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>1878536

>>1878545
Well hell yeah man, we got our drink down. What about the others?

Rolled 80 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1878547

>>1878545
Well done

Because you all deserve to know how fucked things are:

>Team One
Ruby Cuddly, confident
Blake Aggressive, cuddly
Ren Confident,Shy
Nora Paranoid, Sad

>Team Two
Lucius Cuddly, Confident
Yang Confident, Flirty
Jaune Happy, Confident
Pyrrha Flirty, Cuddly

>Team Three
Russel Horny, Aggressive
Thrush Horny, Cuddly
Dove Cuddly, Flirty
Cardin Paranoid, Shy

>Team Four
Violet Horny, Sad
Mars Paranoid, Horny
Khrone Shy, Happy
Weiss Happy, Paranoid

>>1878710
Well, Jaune might get to fuck Pyrrha and let her live to love it sooner than expected, Lucy might want to start running though. Quick question, does Violet's sad status come from being a bitch to Lucy, and does her horniness give Mars his Paranoid issue? Because I don't want to imagine trying to run while injured and everyone charging him for sex or death.

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>>1878710
>All these drunk people
>us and ruby are the only ones that passed the check

Abandon thread

>>1878772
Well, to be fair, Yang is no different that what she usually is.

>>1878710
>Violet Horny, Sad
I am REALLY sorry Lucius, I- I'll prove it to you

>Nora Paranoid, Sad
Okay, never let the girl with the explosion hammer drink again.

>The sister
Stop Weaver, Lucius is injured he can't take this much cuddling and flirting

>>1878813
"Theys comin' for mah pancakes. YOU HEAR THAT!? I'll never give you the recipie you damn thieves!"

>>1878824
The sound of Ren screaming as she flies away with him haunt everyone in their sleep.

>>1878813

>I am REALLY sorry Lucius, I- I'll prove it to you

I'm not sure how to feel about this

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>>1878899
Pity hug while stroking her hair, while Lucy feels pic related and apologizing to her too.

>>1878911

While she's drunkenly trying to get his D

>>1878536

Knocking back the drink the atmosphere around you only heightens your enjoyment of the beverage you had only once before. You shiver, but not from the cold; Rather the warmth that slowly radiates out from you as you open your eyes. Almost immediately you crack a wry smile, seeing the result.

All around the firepit your cadre members are all coughing and biting back tears, all except for Ruby who has a small smile on her face. You give a smile back to her and pat Cardin on the back.

“I thought you learned from the last time this happened, Cardin.” You tease, only getting a weak ‘shut up’ in reply.

Taking your seat your just let the alcohol slowly sink into your system, and only after a few moments you’re startled by your partner coming up from behind you, draping her arms around your shoulders. You wince slightly but give her a smile.

“Hey partner, how's the blood doing for you?” You ask, her grin giving you all the answer (both good and bad) that you needed.

“Very, very good Tiger...VERY good indeed.” She purrs, resting her head in the nape of your neck.

“So good in fact I might just have to follow up my warning earlier.” She whispers.

>Roll Spaghetti

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>1878950
Gimme that 1

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1878950

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1878950

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1878950
NAT 1

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>1878950

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>1878950

Caligula guide my rolls

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1878950

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>1878965
Well done...

OR is it

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1878950
NAT ONE MOTHERFUCKERS.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1878950
Never before have I wanted a 1 so badly.

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>>1878967

FUCK YOU TAKIN THIS

backed by nat 20 annon

>>1878967
OH YEAH

>>1878973
*bows*

>>1878967

Ette, are you a witch?

>>1878973
It lies

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>>1878977
Excellent work, Weaverette.

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>>1878950

Your brain shuts off and a shiver runs down your spine.

“W-what?” You stammer, suddenly very aware of the two warm spots on your upper back that can only denote...you try not to think exactly of what.

“You heard me.” She says, her voice in a low purr.

The world around you was now dark, with only the moonlight and stars above you making any semblance of light, but even then you could barely see the pale color of her skin. You're so blind in the dark that you aren’t sure of if it’s your heartbeat that’s filling your ears or hers. Either way it’s loud and rapidly beating.

“B..but it was chocolate.” You attempt to argue, before being cut off by a shiver as you feel one of her fingers dance along your jaw.

“It was, yes...but I have something So. Much. Sweeter.” She says, her voice getting softer and softer, and before you know it you’re facing the girl, and in the glint of the star you can barely make out the lilac of her eyes; Almost all of it hidden in the dark, and what little of it being glinted off looking like the very stars themselves.

You almost feel it, that slight pull you had with Ruby, a memory you were still forcing yourself to say wasn’t real; Yet here it was, this tug, this pull of something...more.

>Roll Spaghetti+10

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>1879067

Rolled 3 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>1879067

Rolled 11 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>1879067

Rolled 15 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>1879067

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1879067

Rolled 8 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>1879067

Rolled 12 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>1879067

Rolled 5 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>1879067

Rolled 11 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>1878967
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS BLESS YOU RULE 64 WEAVER!

Rolled 6 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>1879067
Now, do I want a one or a twenty? Fuck it, lets see what happens.

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its fucking happening

Rolled 7 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>1879067
It is what it is

Rolled 4 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>1879067
It's happening.gif

>>1879069

Well Done

>>1879067

You can smell the alcohol on her lips and it draws you out of your stupor, if only slightly. You can no longer deny yourself that you kiss the girl, just as you had kissed Ruby. But not like this, not for her, or for you.

“Yang…” you manage to mumble, taking your hand and using it to cup the girls cheek. The shock of cool metal on flesh seems to startle her enough for her to realize the situation and backs away, if hesitantly.

“I mean it, you know.” She says quietly, and you can’t help but blush as you nod.

You can’t even hide your excitement at the prospect before you give out a long yawn, wincing as your muscles strain. Checking your scroll you understand why: It.s nearly four in the morning.

Do you retire for the evein...well...early morning?
>A. Yes.
>B. No

>>1879256
>A. Yes

>>1879256
>A. Yes.

>>1879256
>A. Yes.

>>1879256
>A. Yes

>>1879256
>B. No

>>1879256
>A. Yes.

>>1879256
>>A. Yes.

>>1879256
>A. Yes.
beckon Ruby over, its cuddle pile time, and we need the master escape artist in smelling distance.

>>1879256
>A. Yes.

>>1879281
Supporting this.

>>1879256
changing >>1879275
to
>B. No

Sleep is for the weak

>>1879256
>>A. Yes.

>>1879281
Support

>>1879256

You decide to get some sleep, seeing as the sun would be up soon you may not be able to otherwise. Making a quiet shuffle to the closest tent you peel open the zipper before finding a sufficiently sizeable sleeping bag before crawling into it to sleep. It does not take long for the warmth and cold to lull you into a haze of sleepiness when you hear the tent unzip for a second time. While your brain recognizes the sound and is aware enough to hear the shuffling of clothing before something warm presses itself into your torso, assumedly another body.

While normally you’d be against the thought but through the power of drink and revelry you welcomed it, shuffling out of your bag a bit your arms find purchase around the living bundle, and it murmurs in response, pulling itself closer. You drift off in the warmth of it all and for the first time in a long time there are no dreams but pleasant ones.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>1879537
oh boy

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>1879537

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1879537

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1879537

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1879537

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1879537
Here comes a 1

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>1879538

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>1879537

Rolled 17 (1d20)

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1879537

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>1879537

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1879537
Its violet.

>>1879559
Nice!

Kinda want it to be Mars for shits and giggles

>>1879559
I knew when I posted that that this would happen.

No regrets

>>1879537

You don’t sleep long, as far as you can tell. The sun is just barely peeking over the horizon as you can tell through the thin material of the tent. It is still quite dark, but as your eyes adjust you’re able to make sense of just who had ended up with you that evening.

The round and pale face of Ruby Rose is pressed into your chest, her hair suffering from a severe case of bedhead. You try to scoot away from the girl but she has a rather tight grip on your torso and when you attempt to move it hurts when she responds with a squeeze; So you sigh and accept for at least a little while. You don’t wait long for her to awaken, as with a murmur she looks up at you with her big silver eyes.

“Mmmnnn Morning Lucius.” She says, eyes lidded in sleep.

>How do you reply?
>A. Good Morning
>B. Uh...Hi?
>C. Why?

>>1879710
>B. Uh...Hi?

>>1879710
>>B. Uh...Hi?
>>C. Why?

>captcha
>hwlffordd gonzagar
????

>>1879710
>B. Uh...Hi?

>>1879710
>A. Good Morning
>B. Uh...Hi?

>>1879710
>B.

>>1879710
>A

Well, it could be a lot worse.

>>1879710
>B.

>>1879710
>>A. Good Morning
>>B. Uh...Hi?

>>1879710
>>B. Uh...Hi?

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Could have violet with us, so this is a good alternative.

>>1879710
>A. Good Morning

>>1879710

“Uh...hello Ruby.” You mutter back, idly running your fingertips along her back. While you certainly new to the whole idea of such closeness with people it was slowly becoming something you could tolerate; Very slowly. However as much as you would like to continue enjoying the morning a question makes itself apparent in your mind and you have to ask.

“Why uh….are you here?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Well...all the other tents were kinda full. Yang was with Pyrrha and everyone else was just...around. As for why this in particular? Two uh...people were rather loud and this was the farthest tent.” She says, a tinge of red in her cheeks.

You’ll have to figure that out later, you tell yourself.

With the awkward morning conversation done you don’t really know what else to say, and so just cradle the girl as you had been, it was too early to really think about anything other than how comfortable the situation was and so it does not take long for you to drift back off to sleep. That changes however when you are startled by the feeling of something significantly larger and...curvier landing atop you.

>Do you open your eyes?
>A. Yes
>B. No, just ignore it...comfy
>C. Other.

>>1880725
>A. Yes

>>1880725
>B. No, just ignore it...comfy
>C. Other.
Pull it closer

>>1880725
>>A. Yes

>>1880725
>A. Yes

>>1880725
>>A. Yes

>>1880725
>>A. Yes

>>1880725
supporting>>1880736

>>1880725
>>1880736
This has my support.

>>1880736
actually this

>>1880725
>>1880736
I'll back it.

>>1880736
Supporting

>>1880736
Supporting

>>1880725
A

>>1880725

Murmuring incoherently you slip your arms around whatever bundle had decided to invade your personal space bubble, seeing as you were are for only the briefest moment you realize that your original bundle was missing. At first there's a strange tension before the bundle relaxes; But then all hell breaks lose. After a moment you are hoisted into the air inside your sleeping back and set down outside the slightly opaque material of the tent.

The sun is blinding as you manage to get your eyes open and see the pale blue of the cloudless sky. Where once it had been early dusk it was now clearly afternoon and you let out a groan of pain. “Huh...wha?” You manage to get out before the teal eyes of Nora take up nearly the entirety of your view.

“Morning LuLu! Or er Afternoon! Whatever!” She exclaims.

“Nora...uh...not to panic but where is everything? Or everyone?” You ask.

“Well, Everyone went out early for their missions, but since apparently ours was canceled due to ‘unforeseen events’ or something we get the weekend off!” She exclaims “Yang’s showering and Pyrrha is getting breakfast but you’ve been sleeping in so long they told me to get you!” She says, giggling.

>Well then...That’s a thing. What are we gonna do first with our free weekend?
>A. Finish up our Pistol, maybe get to work on Jaunes equipment
>B. First thing’s First, shower.

>>1880881
>B

>>1880881
>B. First thing’s First, shower.

>>1880881
>>B. First thing’s First, shower.

>>1880881
>B.
You already know, Weaver.

>>1880881
>>B. First thing’s First, shower.

>>1880881
>B. First thing’s First, shower.

>>1880881
>B
We broke out of a hospital and then sat around a fire we probably really need a shower

>>1880881
>B. First thing’s First, shower.

>>1880881
>>B. First thing’s First, shower.

>>1880881
>>B. First thing’s First, shower.

>>1880725
Did Yang molest Pyrrah?

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>>1881025

Nah man. What happened was the true OTP of Rwby setting sail.

>>1881051
So....Jaune finally banged Pyrrah so hard they both forgot, or did Nora actually kidnap Ren and broke his pelvis? Or did Violet get shagged by Mars?

>>1881065
No, two of Cardin's team members did the gay.

>>1881069
Eh, so nothing of importance happened then besides Ruby snuggles? That's okay too I guess. Though at this rate the only girls we haven't sleep snuggled with are Blake, Weiss, Pyrrah, and Violet. I want to see what happens with Violet next.

>>1881069

Spoilers friendo.

>>1881074
We just found out we have a shadow demon living in our soul.

Two of our friend's teammates being gay seems kind of simple by comparison.

>>1881078

datsdjoke.rtf

>>1881078
And its the two jobbers to boot, but if they like each other, more power too em I guess. Least they don't blackout and go on berserk rampages.
>>1881103
Ohhh, not that funny really. I might just not be in the mood for that kind of joke though, so what do I know.

>>1880881

Getting to your feet you stretch, groaning softly both in enjoyment and pain as your muscles pop and bones settle. Enjoying the cool early afternoon air you stroll back towards the actual campus and make your way up the stairs. Upon inspection you reek of smoke and hair grease. Bluntly put you’re a mess ad you should get cleaned up.

Getting to your floor you still hear the pipes running and assume that Yang is in the shower meaning: Avoid at all cost. So instead you enter Ruby’s room, which other than yourself remains empty. Closing the door behind you you quickly escape to the bathroom only to see yourself in the mirror.

It seems that without maintenance your face had begun to be covered in the beginnings of a stubbly beard and moustache. This angers you, as you had been drilled routinely in Icarus to remain sanitary and such a mangle of hair was categorized in that field of “unsanitary”.

>What do we do?
>A. The beard can wait, it’s time to shower.
>B. The beard must go, time to shave.

>>1881382
>B. The beard must go, time to shave.

>>1881382
>B. The beard must go, time to shave.

>>1881382
>B. The beard must go, time to shave.
When we have kids and a log cabin, then we can have a beard. We already got the two wives to justify it too. But its still going to be later when it happens.

>>1881382

As much as I want there to be bearded spaghetti man

>B. The beard must go, time to shave.

Gotta get rid of it

>>1881382
>B. The beard must go, time to shave.
We can only grow a beard when we become Punished Luci.

>>1881382
>>B. The beard must go, time to shave.

>>1881382
>>A. The beard can wait, it’s time to shower.
all these people not wanting to grow a proper viking beard disgust me.

>>1881382
>B.

>>1881382
>not wanting a rugged full beard and going full Big Boss mode
I'm disappointed

>>1881382
>>A. The beard can wait, it’s time to shower.

>>1881382

You decide no, you refuse to keep it even while you have to shower; It would be wasteful to keep it on your face as you’d end up wasting more soap. With that in mind you make your way to your room and rummage through your duffle bag. After a few seconds you manage to retrieve a small small box and a near-empty can of shaving soap, though an after-thought occurs to you and you retrieve your shampoo as well.

Returning to the bathroom you open the small Wood box revealing a small folded blade. You had learned the art of shaving from a few settlers you had met in the year prior, having seen you and Krhone being entirely unkempt and disheveled.You had nicked yourself many times in the following months, however you had come to appreciate the time you would get to yourself to practice the art.

Running the water you add a small portion of the soap before running a brush through it, the murky liquid foaming up. With this done you dab it along the bristles and growing hairs, ensuring that every single follicle. After a moment inspecting yourself in the mirror you unfold the blade and begin the tedious process of clearing away the unwanted hairs.

>Roll 1d100

>>1881382
>A

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>1881525

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>1881525

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>1881525

>>1881531
NICE!

>>1881525
nat 1 i guess

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>1881543
how'd i fuck that one up?

Now the Question is would you gentlemen like to bank the Crit?

>>1881555
i kinda wana see what a crit shave even is but i suppose its upto this guy
>>1881531
considering its his crit and all

>>1881555
Use the crit

>>1881564
on shaving? I- what would that do?

>>1881555
bank it

>>1881569
Clearly, we become the most handsome person in existence.

>>1881555
I think we should bank it so we can burn it on another social skill later.

>>1881525

You sigh as you cut along one jaw slight rivulets of water dripping down your neck to your bare chest, cleaning the blade before repeating the process. Sure it takes longer than more...conventional means of facial care but you enjoy it, as it gives you time to reflect, to tune out and ignore the world except for running an incredibly sharp piece of metal across your face. You’d think that such a thing would terrify you, but given your youth perhaps you had simply been desensitized to the idea.

Considering you had made the blade out of a titanium alloy didn’t help reinforce that you were perhaps a little crazy.

Other than the slight scraping sound of the blade cleaving through your stubble, the running water of the tap and the sound of the fan humming your routine was undisturbed. At least you thought so. Folding your blade away you return it to your case before toweling off your face, that is until a voice calls out.

“Nora, are you in here?” The soft voice of Pyrrha calls out, the distinct clack of shoes tapping against the floor of the room.

Your feel every muscle in your body tense as you realize that like an idiot you had left the door to the bathroom open.

>What do?
>A. Jump into the shower?
>B. Try and shut the door
>C. Tell her you’re in there
>D. Other.

>>1882710
>C

>>1882710
>>C. Tell her you’re in there
>>B. Try and shut the door

>>1882710
>>C. Tell her you’re in there
Just using our friends' bathroom. No big deal.

>>1882710
>C.
No need to ape out

>>1882750
>>1882741
Well kinda big deal. Remember how Luci is *just a little* self conciouss about the massive scarring that covers a fair deal of his torso?

Its more then just "I'm in here shaving"

>>1882710
>D

for deer in headlights.

>>1882793
Since then we've kinda come clean to the whole cadre: "Yo guys, Luci's really fucked up. No worse than you are imagining right now."

And it's clear that our friends, especially Yang, will not let us be an introverted loner anymore. So might as well start attempting to deal with it now.
I'm perfectly fine if this way leads to more spaghetti.

Roll 1d20-10

Rolled 20 - 10 (1d20 - 10)

>>1882946

Rolled 12 - 10 (1d20 - 10)

>>1882946

Rolled 14 - 10 (1d20 - 10)

>>1882946

>>1882950
Well done, you don't scream "I'M POOPIN" at the top of your lungs

>>1882960
was that an option?

>>1883052
Roll nat 1 and everythings an option

>>1882710

“It’s me.” You say quickly, turning around to attempt and avoid the awkwardness of dealing with now two of your teammates having to see the mangled mess that was your back.

As you take the towel away from your face you get a glimpse of Pyrrha, and after a moment you realize she isn’t exactly looking at your face. It strikes you that you were still bare on your torso as you were on your back; Meaning that she was more than likely looking at your torso. While you weren’t anywhere near the sculpted figure of a model you lacked much of your babyfat. Seeing the tinge of red pushes you to finally speak up.

“Nora woke me up earlier and I figured i’d get cleaned up. With Yang in the shower I figured i’d come here and get started.” You say with a chuckle.

“It’s uh...fine Lucius.” She murmurs, finally looking away.

“How does it look?” You speak up, tilting your head a bit.

“H-huh?”

“The Shave, did I miss anything?” You repeat, stepping closer to let her see it better. She gives a quick nod before excusing herself and darting out of the room.

Huh, how strange.

With that distraction taken care of you decide to:
>A. Take your shower here, you have your shampoo and everything
>B. See if Yang is done in the shower; It DID take you quite a while to shave
>C. Other

>>1883057
>>A. Take your shower here, you have your shampoo and everything
Already here, might as well

>>1883057

>B. See if Yang is done in the shower; It DID take you quite a while to shave

Not like it matters either way

>>1883057
>A

>>1883060
>A. Take your shower here, you have your shampoo and everything

>>1883057
>B
>C
make sure to let pyrhha know the showers open. might as well leave the shirt off since we will be showering in ten or so seconds anyway

>>1883057
>>B. See if Yang is done in the shower; It DID take you quite a while to shave
And make sure we leave their sink at least as clean as we found it.

>>1883057
>>A. Take your shower here, you have your shampoo and everything

>>1883057
>>A. Take your shower here, you have your shampoo and everything

>>1883126
>>1883062
Why? Pyrrha just said that she'd take the shower once Yang is done

>>1883158

I don't really care for which vote wins, just having mine be B

>>1883057
A

>>1883057
>A
Just remember to lock the door this time

>>1883057

Closing the door and locking it this time, you strip and fold your clothing before setting it aside. The shower, aside from the various feminine hair products (even Ren’s) was almost identical to your own; Which in hindsight shouldn’t have been as surprising to you as it was. Running the water you wait until the steam from the heat is licking at the glass with some speed before stepping inside. At first the stinging pain of hot water on bare nerves assaults your senses but it is quick to becoming the sensation you relished in, already feeling yourself relaxing even slightly. Enjoying the sensations a little longer you open your eyes and nearly jump back as you see your eyes in the reflection of the glass.

Red again.

Why was this happening? It was all a dream, wasn’t it; Just a personification of just what was messed up with your head? It had to be. But then….what about Yang and Ruby...Yang clearly had seen them, as had Ruby.

So was it real?

>A. It has to be real, there is no questioning it
>B. It can’t be. It just can’t.

>>1883723
>A

>>1883723
>A. It has to be real, there is no questioning it

>>1883723
>>B. It can’t be. It just can’t.

>>1883723
>A

>>1883723
>B. It can’t be. It just can’t.

>>1883723
>B. It can’t be. It just can’t.

>>1883723
>A

>>1883738
>>1883746
>>1883748
Takes a special kind of bravery to hide under the covers and pretend nothing's wrong.

>>1883723
>A.

>>1883763
Yepp, welcome to humanity.

>>1883723
>A

>>1883723

>A. It has to be real, there is no questioning it

Just waiting for Darkness quotes to start being said

>>1883871
I posted the relvant scene last thread

>>1883876

Good man anon, good man

>>1883879
>>1883876
>>1883871
"Come on Luuuuuuucy, EMBRACE THE DARKNESS!

>>1884137
ThrOUGh yOu I sHAll bE BORn.

>>1884140
AnD tHe WorLD shall Be MINE!

>>1884137
>>1884140

AT LAST! I FEEEEEEEEEEEEED!

>>1884164
I bet Lucy said that while he was out. I cant wait to see what happens when he does it in front of the gang.

Roll 1d20, my children

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>1884224

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1884224

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1884224

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1884224
Cause I was summoned

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>>1884233

>>1884233
good job acid you tried

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>>1884231
Heh
>>1884233
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>1884224

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>1884224
rolling because I don't think this is a good time to fail>>1884233

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1884224

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1884224

>>1884233
You know at some point Ozpin's gonna have us smothered with a pillow in our sleep.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1883723

You tell yourself that as much as you wish to pretend that whatever it is in your head isn’t real, the evidence stacked against you is too strong to say that it wasn’t. Whatever it is, whatever Icarus had done to you it was something that could not be ignored. You tell yourself that you refuse to back down when you feel that tug in your head again, that familiar feeling of fading away from the waking world. However instead of confusion you look to it in anticipation, ready to face the beast.

You aren’t ready.

When you open your eyes again it isn’t the same field you had been in previously, or it is; However all the foliage in a circle around you is in flames, the sky is black, the smell of smoke, rot and death is around you. And surrounded by it all with you is the same Knight you had ‘fought’ and lost to before.

It isn’t moving as the wind blows and kicks up dust, fanning flames and billowing the beasts cloak; Black as midnight. As you step closer it seems to do absolutely nothing, standing stock still in the center of your mental prison.

>Do you continue approaching?
>A.Yes
>B. No
>C. Yell at it

>>1884288
>A.Yes

>>1884288
>A.Yes

>>1884288
>A. Yes
>C. "What do you want with me?!"

>>1884288
>C. Yell at it
"Come get me, you yellow-bellied fuck!"
But stutter through it.

>>1884288
>C. Yell at it