[X] Just go to sleep early; the woman probably just needs some space. There’s got to be some alcohol around here somewhere...
Suddenly cognizant of your train of thought, you snort to yourself derisively. She’s out too late? This is the woman who apparently is the only reason the entire goddamn village hasn’t been burninated already, and you’re worried because it’s late?
“I’ve got the brains of a bulette sometimes,” you mutter, and walk into the clean, well-apportioned kitchen. Your eyes are drawn to a tall, white cabinet. You crack open the door, and a rush of cold air hits your face.
“Nifty,” you comment, and track down some eggs and a chunk of ham. Apparently practical magic isn’t an entirely foreign art here; perhaps enchanting is just a more arduous process. Rifling the drawers, you find a frying pan set it on the stove. As the iron stove begins to heat, you set the ham on a cutting board and....
“What kind of kitchen has no knives?” you muse. A quick search of drawers turns up nothing. Giving up, you reach into your pocket to dig out that long dagger you found on the airship-
-and find the grip in your hand as soon as it enters your pocket, with no searching whatsoever.
You pull it out and examine the blade curiously. Aside from being sharp, it looks totally ordinary.
You shrug. Later it might warrant experiment, but for now, you’re hungry. You dice up the ham and proceed to cook up a gigantic eight-egg omelet. Cutting it in half, you shovel them onto two plates, and take one to Keine’s room.
Cirno is curled up on Keine’s bed, with the covers pulled over her head.
“Hey, Cirno.”
“Mmmfff.”
“Hey, Cirno.”
“Goway.”
“HEY! LISTEN!”
Whaaat!” she exclaims irritably, sitting bolt upright and throwing the blankets away.
“Breakfast!” you exclaim, putting a fork on the plate and sliding it across the floor to her.
“Uh.... breakfast?”
“Yeah, who makes an omelet for dinner? It’s six-AM.”
You turn your back on a very puzzled fairy. You figure this is easier then admitting that eggs are about the only thing you can cook worth a damn. Trotting back to the kitchen, you devour your own omelet at lightspeed. As usual when you’re researching, you lost track of just how late it was, and you’re ravenous.
“And now...” you ditch your plate in the sink, and go to Keine’s study, where you open her storage chest. It takes you exactly thirty-four seconds to find a bottle secreted underneath a pile of blank scrolls.
“Score,” you whisper, and carry it back into the main room with you. Tucking it under your arm, you take your last responsible act of the night- picking up your spellbook and preparing Moment of Prescience and Otto’s Irresistible Dance. You cast Prescience immediately; giving you its benefit till at least noon tomorrow. That leaves your ninth-rank spell to choose, and here you pause a moment. Your natural pick here is Meteor, since in your opinion the shortest line between a problems and solutions is flaming explosive death. However, it’s not the best pick for fending off nighttime surprises at close quarters.
“Shapechange, then.” You prepare it, and then toss the book into your chest, which obediently trundles to a corner of the room and settles down. After working the stubborn cork out of the bottle, you sample the contents.
“Ptthfffbhaarrchk!” you comment. “Fuck, it tastes like an elephant took a shit in a rice paddy.” You take another sip. “Make that a herd.”
Five drinks, and you revise your estimate to a pack of ankhegs. By eight, you’re sure it was a pack of ankhegs that ate the farmers and shit them out. By ten, you decide its ambrosia.
Unfortunately, your indulgence has done nothing but make the room spin as fast as your thoughts. Strange magics, a sad little fairy, an alien demiplane full of powerful and potent women with little sense of responsibility, a shapely schoolteacher who-
“Hey!” Cirno declares from the door to Keine’s room, her empty plate in hand. “You’re drinking!”
“Daaahm rooight!” you slur in Sylvan, since Cirno doesn’t have her borrowed hat on at the moment. “Hey, Cirno, how many pixies does it take to paint a barn?”
“No, no, you shouldn’t be drinking!”
“Depends on how hard ya throw’em! And whu can’t me drink? Are I adult or what?” You take another swig.
“It’s before five! You’re an alcoholic!”
“Lies!”
“You said it was six in the morning a half hour ago!”
“Hey, whacha do when ya see an elf drowning?”
“What’s wrong with you!”
”YOU THROW HIM HIS WIFE’N’KIDS!” you cackle hysterically.
“If you don’t put that bottle down, I’ll... I’ll tell teacher!” Cirno says in tones of rising alarm.
“Shezn’t heres,” you observe, stomping your foot to punctuate your bulletproof argument.
“I’ll find her!” Cirno begins edging towards the front door.
“Oh hella whack!” you exclaim. “Chest, HO!” Your chest obligingly trots over, and you unsteadily mount it. Kicking its wooden sides, you draw your wand and thrust it ahead. “AFTER THAT FAIRY!”
Cirno shrieks and tries to bolt for the door, but the chest manages to get between her and the exit first. She bolts into Keine’s bedroom and the chest dutifully follows. With growing panic, she darts back into the main room and out the front door with the chest hot on her tail, slowly gaining momentum.
“YAHOO!” you whoop with glee. The chest is gaining on Cirno rapidly, and when it finally catches up with her, you scoop her up and seat her on the chest in front of you. Holding her firmly with one arm, you whip your hat off with the other.
“RAWHIDE, MOTHERFUCKERS!” you shout, urging your mount on by smacking it’s side with your hat. The chest is really moving now, barreling down the empty side streets on the edge of town with impressive velocity, the rumble of its many tiny feet echoing down the alleys. It sounds vaguely like a stampede of armadillos. Somewhere in there, Cirno’s shrieks of terror turned into hollers of exhilaration.
The chest leans into the turn as you corner at high speed, and you hear a scream as somebody in a red-and-white dress dives out of the way. Here and there heads pop out of windows to observe your passage, but all they could possibly get is a glimpse.
Around that point, your memories fade into brief snatches of corners rounded, deserted streets whipping by at high speed, and Cirno’s delighted yodeling.
***
You wake up with one hell of a hangover.
“Gemme uh cleriiic,” you wail softly, and try to roll out of bed. You remember in mid-air that you made yourself a proper, Western-style raised bed last night, and the impact with the floor splits your brain in half and sends it bouncing around the room for a few minutes.
“Fuuh.” You grab your head to try and squeeze your intellect back in, and your hands discover your Belt of Spell Resistance tied ‘round your head like a karate belt.
“What the hell do those elephants eat?” you wonder aloud.
“Elephants?” queries Keine’s voice from somewhere overhead. “What the hell is an elephant?”
“Ask a dwarf sometime,” you reply to the floor. “Their invective approaches poetic fluidity when that query is put to them. Please give me some water or perhaps a swift death. Help.”
A hand turns you over, pulls you upright, and applies a glass to your lips. “I should probably be pissed at you,” Keine says as you drink, “but you just look too damn funny right now.”
“When’d you get home?”
“Early in the morning. You were already asleep. Cirno probably put you to bed.”
Memories of your impromptu gallop through town start coming back to you, and you begin to construct an algorithm linking the duration of Keine’s good humor to the probability of her over-hearing town gossip.
“Sorry. Had trouble sleeping,” you manage to rasp out.
“I guess so. Thanks for making dinner for Cirno, by the way. I saw the plates.”
“Dun mention it,” you mumble, clawing your way back up to the bed and sitting down heavily.
“I’ve pulled the shades. Finish that, I’m going to put breakfast on.”
You take Keine’s advice and slug down the water, rubbing your head miserably. After a while it subsides, and you start to feel rather better. Despite the prior nights activities, it seems you got a decent night’s sleep. Tugging your grimories from your pocket, you settle down and go through the familiar process of preparing your spells for the day. You’ve got some you want still prepared from yesterday, so it goes a bit quicker then normal.
Keine comes out of the kitchen carefully balancing two heavily-laden trays just as you tuck your books away. You rise to help her, but she just tut-tuts you, and makes it across the room with no problem. Handing you one tray, she takes the other and sits next to you on the bed.
“Sorry it took so long,” she said. “I don’t usually make waffles.”
Waffles, sausage, bacon- it looks like she went all-out. “Don’t know what I did to deserve this,” you say, “but it fills me with glee.”
Keine shrugs. “Nothing fancy, just time-consuming to put together.”
“What about Cirno?”
“She’s pretty whipped, I figured I’d let her sleep a bit longer.”
“Mmhmm,” you agree absently, digging into the waffles. Just as you take your first delicious, syrupy bite, the hair on the back of your neck stands up.
You swallow, and flick your eyes towards the corner of the room, near the ceiling. You don’t so much see the magical sensor as feel it, the peculiar way your gaze slides off that spot. You “feel” it move a bit and quickly flick your eyes away from it to avoid revealing your knowledge.
“Good?” asks Keine.
You nod absently, your mind racing. What to do?’
[ ] That’s the Scry, next is the Die. Get my friends out, now.
[ ] Do nothing. The spies ignorance of his detection is valuable, no matter what their objective.
[ ] Openly inform Keine and show your contempt for the spy’s amateur attempt.
[ ] Inform Keine discreetly at the first opportunity.
[ ] Write-in?
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Remember that you now have the advantage of surprise if any attack is incoming; weigh this against possibility of overwhelming force. Also, our MC has finally had a full nights sleep and a morning with his books, so you may suggest 3 7th level spells, 2 8th level spells, and a ninth-level spell, if you so wish.
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No. 124919
[ ] Openly inform Keine and show your contempt for the spy’s amateur attempt. |
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No. 124920
Thread 1: >>123033 |
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No. 124921
Scrying magic would probably point to a magician, so if anybody it would likely be Marisa, Alice, or Patchouli. I don't see it being Alice, and I suppose it could be Marisa. If Patchouli heard something it could definitely be her spying on behalf of Remilia/Sakuya... and of course it could be Yukari. So that's like, one sort-of ally, two potential meddlers and one person who probably doesn't really care. |
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No. 124922
[X] Openly inform Keine and show your contempt for the spy’s amateur attempt. |
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No. 124924
[x] Inform Keine discreetly at the first opportunity. |
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No. 124925
[X] Inform Keine discreetly at the first opportunity. |
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No. 124926
>>124924 |
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No. 124928
>>124924 |
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No. 124932
[ ] Do nothing. The spies ignorance of his detection is valuable, no matter what their objective. |
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No. 124933
>“HEY! LISTEN!” |
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No. 124935
Obligatory munchkin response: |
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No. 124938
[x] Politely excuse yourself. |
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No. 124939
[x] Inform Keine discreetly at the first opportunity. |
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No. 124940
[x] Politely excuse yourself. |
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No. 124941
[x] Politely excuse yourself. |
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No. 124942
[x] Politely excuse yourself. |
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No. 124944
[X] Inform Keine discreetly at the first opportunity. |
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No. 124945
[x] Inform Keine discreetly at the first opportunity. |
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No. 124946
[x] Politely excuse yourself. |
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No. 124948
[x] Politely excuse yourself. |
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No. 124949
/tg/ invades /th/ |
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No. 124950
Oh God I lol'd. |
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No. 124953
[X] Cast "Detect Scrying" to find out who it is. |
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No. 124954
[X] Cast "Detect Scrying" to find out who it is. |
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No. 124955
[x] Inform Keine discreetly at the first opportunity. |
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No. 124956
[x] Inform Keine discreetly at the first opportunity. |
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No. 124957
>>124956 |
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No. 124960
>>124957 |
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No. 124961
Mostly valid points, but I still won't change my vote. After all, Keine showed surprise at our ability to teleport, so I conclude Yukari is the only person known to the rest of Gensokyo who has that ability. Only Yukari herself might expect a teleport. |
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No. 124962
>>124961 |
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No. 124963
If suprise is the MC's biggest advantage, what's the point in blowing it in retaliation for a scrying attempt? You are playing right into the scrier's hands by showing them the extent of your power. And I'm pretty sure dominating someone powerful is grounds for getting "resolved". Or worse. |
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No. 124964
So we basically were prepared to be scryed upon this morning huh? Haven't even finished breakfast and its going to pay off. Talk about foresight. With a hangover no less. |
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No. 124965
[x] Inform Keine discreetly at the first opportunity. |
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No. 124966
>>124962 |
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No. 124967
>>124966 |
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No. 124968
>>124964 |
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No. 124969
>>124966 |
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No. 124970
>>124968 |
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No. 124972
Under the guise of flirting, we should be able communicate to Keine the situation. Thus we have an excuse to grab DAT ASS. Seriously, we are being served breakfast on the bed. Shouldn't we make the most of it? |
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No. 124973
>>124969 |
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No. 124974
>>124970 |
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No. 124975
>>124973 |
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No. 124976
>>124975 |
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No. 124977
Chill out guys |
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No. 124978
>>124976 |
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No. 124979
>>124976 |
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No. 124983
If we do decide to confront our spying friend, maybe split the action into two parts, first Scry/Locate then ask Keine if she knows anything about this suspicious purple-haired/blonde that you have located. |
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No. 124989
[x] Inform Keine discreetly at the first opportunity. |
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No. 124990
[x] Inform Keine discreetly at the first opportunity. |
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No. 124992
>so you may suggest 3 7th level spells, 2 8th level spells, and a ninth-level spell, if you so wish |
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No. 124993
>>124953 |
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No. 124995
>>124993 |
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No. 124996
[x] >>124989 |
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No. 124999
[X] Cast "Detect Scrying" to find out who it is. |
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No. 125001
[x] Inform Keine discreetly at the first opportunity. |
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No. 125002
[x] Inform Keine discreetly at the first opportunity. |
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No. 125004
>“What the hell do those elephants eat?” you wonder aloud. |
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No. 125005
[x] Inform Keine discreetly at the first opportunity. |
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No. 125008
>>125004 |
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No. 125014
>>124992 |
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No. 125017
>>125008 |
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No. 125019
>>125008 |
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No. 125020
>>125019 |
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No. 125022
>>125020 |
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No. 125023
File 128677520770.jpg - (203.88KB , 824x824 , 0a5e763b41a80ca5ead042a6ac24a970c0fd046a.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() [X] Inform Keine discreetly at the first opportunity. (Won by a narrow margin.) |
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No. 125025
[X] “I’m just glad I got you the damn note before you headbutted me for being fresh.” |
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No. 125027
[ ] “I’m just glad I got you the damn note before you headbutted me for being fresh.” |
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No. 125028
[X] "Wait, Act?" |
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No. 125029
[X] “I’m just glad I got you the damn note before you headbutted me for being fresh.” |
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No. 125030
[X] “I’m just glad I got you the damn note before you headbutted me for being fresh.” |
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No. 125032
[x] “Good thing you sat next to me on the bed; it would have been impossible otherwise. ” |
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No. 125033
[X] “I’m just glad I got you the damn note before you headbutted me for being fresh.” |
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No. 125034
[X] “Good thing you sat next to me on the bed; it would have been impossible otherwise.” |
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No. 125039
[x] “Well I could’ve dropped it on your tray, but it was fun watching you blush.” |
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No. 125040
[ ] “I’m just glad I got you the damn note before you headbutted me for being fresh.” |
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No. 125042
[X] “Good thing you sat next to me on the bed; it would have been impossible otherwise.” |
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No. 125043
[X] "Wait, Act?" |
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No. 125045
[x] >>125040 |
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No. 125046
[x] “Well I could’ve dropped it on your tray, but it was fun watching you blush.” |
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No. 125047
[x] All of the above |
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No. 125049
[x] “I’m just glad I got you the damn note before you headbutted me for being fresh.” |
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No. 125053
[x] "Wait, Act?" |
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No. 125054
[x] "Wait, Act?" |
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No. 125055
[X] “I’m just glad I got you the damn note before you headbutted me for being fresh.” |
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No. 125056
File 128680845446.png - (110.16KB , 479x358 , 1266014365310.png ) [iqdb] ![]() >>125027 |
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No. 125058
[x] "Wait, act?" |
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No. 125059
[x] “I’m just glad I got you the damn note before you headbutted me for being fresh.” |
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No. 125060
[x] “I’m just glad I got you the damn note before you headbutted me for being fresh.” |
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No. 125064
File 128682120155.jpg - (399.29KB , 850x765 , keine - teary love.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() Screw the taboo! This story is the time. |
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No. 125065
[x] All of the above |
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No. 125066
[x] “I’m just glad I got you the damn note before you headbutted me for being fresh.” |
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No. 125068
[x] “I’m just glad I got you the damn note before you headbutted me for being fresh.” |
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No. 125075
[x] “I’m just glad I got you the damn note before you headbutted me for being fresh.” |
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No. 125078
[x] “I’m just glad I got you the damn note before you headbutted me for being fresh.” |
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No. 125079
[x] All of the above |
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No. 125082
>>125079 |
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No. 125083
[x] “I’m just glad I got you the damn note before you headbutted me for being fresh.” |
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No. 125086
[x] “I’m just glad I got you the damn note before you headbutted me for being fresh.” |
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No. 125114
>>125082 |
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No. 125121
File 128690392086.jpg - (843.59KB , 800x1200 , 70558658619aba514f5f0552fd4eecc6bba0db0e.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() [X] WALL’O’TEXT |
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No. 125123
Also, I'm glad anon likes the story so much. I'm very surprised by the response it's gotten. This last update should have been last night's update (I try to update every night,) so I'll be updating again late tonight. |
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No. 125124
[X] Dynamically exit the house. |
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No. 125125
[X] Dynamically exit the house. |
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No. 125126
[x] Dynamically exit the house. |
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No. 125127
[x] Query the spirit visitors for their purpose. |
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No. 125128
[X] Dynamically exit the house. |
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No. 125129
[x] Dynamically exit the house. |
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No. 125130
[x] Dynamically exit the house. |
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No. 125131
[X] Dynamically exit the house. |
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No. 125132
>>125130 |
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No. 125134
[x] Dynamically exit the house. |
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No. 125135
[X] Dynamically exit the house. |
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No. 125136
[X] Dynamically exit the house. |
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No. 125137
>“You’re always playing it fast and loose. I guess I’m lucky you didn’t set the bed on fire to make a smokescreen.” |
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No. 125138
In before the ghosts are th Prismiver and/or Yuyu&Youyou |
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No. 125139
[X] Dynamically exit the house. |
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No. 125140
>>125130 |
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No. 125141
[V] Query the spirit as to the status of their prostitute mothers |
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No. 125146
[X] Dynamically exit the house. |
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No. 125147
Fuck, we should have taken some levels in Cleric. |
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No. 125149
[x] Dynamically exit the house. |
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No. 125150
>>125147 |
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No. 125151
>>125147 |
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No. 125156
>Keine stares at you, wide-eyed, for two long heartbeats. |
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No. 125157
>>125156 |
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No. 125158
>>125156 |
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No. 125161
>>125158 |
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No. 125164
[X] Well, they’re just hanging out. Wait and see what they do. |
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No. 125177
File 128695612444.jpg - (88.53KB , 512x512 , d65dafc8157a10664edc82c11eb37ce1cf9e38fe.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() [X] Dynamically exit the house. |
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No. 125178
File 128695737396.png - (50.71KB , 557x171 , 166265912.png ) [iqdb] ![]() >“Psychological warfare. Don’t knock it. |
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No. 125182
>“Something strange in the neighborhood,” |
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No. 125184
File 128696410724.jpg - (106.89KB , 520x281 , drake_we_are_leaving.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() >“CIRNO!” you bellow in Japanese. “WE ARE LEAVING!” |
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No. 125186
[x] Forget that, let’s find somebody who can shed light on this whole “dead rising” bullshit post-haste |
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No. 125187
[x] Let’s go to the clothing shop. They’ll probably be staking it out, and it’s safer to confront them in public on neutral ground. |
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No. 125192
[x]>>125186 |
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No. 125193
[x] Let’s go to the clothing shop. They’ll probably be staking it out, and it’s safer to confront them in public on neutral ground. |
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No. 125196
[x] Let’s go to the clothing shop. They’ll probably be staking it out, and it’s safer to confront them in public on neutral ground. |
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No. 125197
now I'm curious, what was up with that sword? |
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No. 125198
[x] Forget that, let’s find somebody who can shed light on this whole “dead rising” bullshit post-haste |
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No. 125200
File 128697611125.jpg - (165.02KB , 1000x682 , keine ex-keine sword scroll.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() >>125197 |
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No. 125201
File 128697743468.jpg - (24.79KB , 300x346 , blueseed.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() >>125200 |
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No. 125202
[x] Forget that, let’s find somebody who can shed light on this whole “dead rising” bullshit post-haste |
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No. 125203
File 128697954977.jpg - (13.52KB , 274x256 , Chapter 6 - Part 2.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() >>125201 |
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No. 125209
[x] Forget that, let’s find somebody who can shed light on this whole “dead rising” bullshit post-haste |
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No. 125210
[x] Let’s go to the clothing shop. They’ll probably be staking it out, and it’s safer to confront them in public on neutral ground. |
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No. 125213
[x] Let’s go to the clothing shop. They’ll probably be staking it out, and it’s safer to confront them in public on neutral ground. |
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No. 125214
[X] Let’s go to the clothing shop. They’ll probably be staking it out, and it’s safer to confront them in public on neutral ground. |
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No. 125215
[x] Forget that, let’s find somebody who can shed light on this whole “dead rising” bullshit post-haste |
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No. 125219
[x] Forget that, let’s find somebody who can shed light on this whole “dead rising” bullshit post-haste |
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No. 125225
>Keine draws a scroll from her pocket, and snaps it open to its full length, a good four feet. She speaks a few mystical words, the scroll glows, and when she pulls the scroll away with her left hand, a sword is revealed gripped in her right. |
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No. 125227
>Basically, Kourin has the real Kusanagi apparently reconstructed as a katana, and Keine has either some sort of temporally displaced original, or a copy. |
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No. 125228
[x] Let’s go to the clothing shop. They’ll probably be staking it out, and it’s safer to confront them in public on neutral ground. |
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No. 125229
[x] Forget that, let’s find somebody who can shed light on this whole “dead rising” bullshit post-haste |
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No. 125230
Drrr forgot my comment, but yeah seriously umm why would be go shopping when we're in the middle of a mass haunting? Unless we have the attention span of a two year old. |
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No. 125231
>>125227 |
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No. 125233
File 128700686165.jpg - (18.07KB , 600x450 , luigi.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() [X] Let’s go to the clothing shop. They’ll probably be staking it out, and it’s safer to confront them in public on neutral ground. |
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No. 125234
>>125203 |
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No. 125237
>>125234 |
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No. 125247
>>125230 |
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No. 125250
>>125247 |
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No. 125251
>>125230 |
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No. 125252
>>125250 |
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No. 125255
>>125237 |
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No. 125258
>>125230 |
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No. 125269
>>125251 |
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No. 125270
>>125255 |
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No. 125275
File 128707202214.jpg - (501.40KB , 800x1000 , no mystra = true 10th level spells.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() >>125269 |
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No. 125280
>>125269 |
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No. 125286
>>It's called taking things in stride. |
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No. 125288
>>125286 |
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No. 125291
Why is everyone getting so buttmad ITT? |
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No. 125292
Why the update rate drops dramatically everytime a story gets popular? |
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No. 125295
>>125292 |
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No. 125297
>>125295 |
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No. 125300
File 128709467269.jpg - (438.59KB , 1200x950 , 4cbb041fc5c8029b133308a865f3e669.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() [X] Forget that, let’s find somebody who can shed light on the whole “dead rising” bullshit post-haste. |
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No. 125301
>>125295 |
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No. 125303
[ ] Wait, what the hell is that blobby thing floating behind Youmu? |
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No. 125304
[x] |
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No. 125305
[x] Wait, what the hell is that blobby thing floating behind Youmu? |
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No. 125308
>>125286 |
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No. 125309
>“Gods aid us, a cloud,” you say flatly. |
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No. 125310
>>125308 |
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No. 125312
[x] Go to Hakugyorou with Youmu and get Yuyuko’s input on the matter first. |
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No. 125315
[x] Wait, what the hell is that blobby thing floating behind Youmu? |
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No. 125316
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No. 125317
Question: Wish/Resurrection can't revive the undead. So can we only half revive Youmu if she dies (which seems likely)? |
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No. 125320
>>125317 |
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No. 125322
[X]Split up, Cirno, Keine and Myon head back to the netherworld to talk to Yuyuko, meanwhile MC and Youmu go to check up on the ghosts, and then catch up later. |
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No. 125323
[x] Return to the house with Youmu so she can witness the spooks, or their handiwork, first-hand. |
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No. 125325
[x] Return to the house with Youmu so she can witness the spooks, or their handiwork, first-hand. |
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No. 125326
> “So. We’ve got one ghost demigod who can’t fence in her own yard and sends the household help to do the job, and one teenaged gardener who hunts ghosts with swords when she’s not working for one. Top notch. Just who I want backing us up against a horde of bewitched, hostile spirits.” |
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No. 125329
File 128711258717.png - (18.94KB , 267x302 , 1267846928518.png ) [iqdb] ![]() >>125275 |
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No. 125330
[x] Wait, what the hell is that blobby thing floating behind Youmu? |
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No. 125332
[X] Wait, what the hell is that blobby thing floating behind Youmu? |
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No. 125333
[x] Wait, what the hell is that blobby thing floating behind Youmu? |
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No. 125336
File 128711759925.jpg - (1.18MB , 1684x1000 , Youmu_Hakugyokurou.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() >>125320 |
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No. 125337
[x] Wait, what the hell is that blobby thing floating behind Youmu? |
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No. 125340
If we avoid Youmu, SHE CAN'T DIE! Brilliant! |
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No. 125341
>>125340 |
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No. 125342
>avoid Youmu |
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No. 125347
[x] Wait, what the hell is that blobby thing floating behind Youmu? |
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No. 125357
So a quick count shows 'return to the house' winning with 6 votes, with 4 people voting to split up, letting Keine visit Yuyuko. Would those who voted for returning to the house be okay with the "split-up" option, seeing as they're not mutually exclusive? |
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No. 125364
>>125357 |
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No. 125365
>>125357 |
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No. 125366
>>125322 |
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No. 125367
Alrighty then, splitting up it is! |
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No. 125371
>>125367 |
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No. 125374
>>125357 |
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No. 125381
File 12871755117.jpg - (98.83KB , 730x506 , who you gonna call.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() >>125374 |
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No. 125398
File 12871984016.jpg - (479.50KB , 1024x768 , ba1992bd8c8f5d49c0bcde798978ac22.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() [X] Split up! |
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No. 125399
[x] “Sir not appearing in this yard.” (ABSCOND) |
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No. 125401
[x] “You know nothing of Zuul!” |
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No. 125402
>"That’s your familiar,” you say grimly, slamming the door on the entire absurd affair. “That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Now let's get." |
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No. 125404
[X] “You know nothing of Zuul!” |
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No. 125405
>I suppose it’s too much to hope that you won’t unduly antagonize any powerful people, as well? |
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No. 125406
[X] “You know nothing of Zuul!” |
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No. 125408
[X] “You know nothing of Zuul!” |
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No. 125409
[x] “The dragonslayer? Oh, yes, that’s me. Sorry about that, he threatened a good friend of mine and I got a little peevish.” |
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No. 125410
[X] You know nothing of Zuul! What do you want? |
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No. 125411
[x] “You know nothing of Zuul!” |
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No. 125412
[x] “Sir not appearing in this yard.” (ABSCOND) |
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No. 125413
In theory, you could lock down both Sakuya's time magic and her physical combat skills with Forcecage, then lay an Anti-Magic Field over it. Without AMF, Sakuya would probably be able to affect local space-time and reduce the duration of Forcecage or any other spell to nothing. |
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No. 125414
[x] “Sir not appearing in this yard.” (ABSCOND) |
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No. 125419
[X] “The dragonslayer? Oh, yes, that’s me. Sorry about that, he threatened a good friend of mine and I got a little peevish.” |
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No. 125421
[x] “Quite a first impression I made, I see. What business have you with me ?” |
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No. 125423
>>125412 |
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No. 125425
File 128720850490.jpg - (11.43KB , 250x235 , sir-not-appearing-in-this-film.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() [x] “Sir-not-appearing-in-this-yard.” (ABSCOND) |
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No. 125426
[X] “Quite a first impression I made, I see. What business have you with me?” |
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No. 125427
[X] “You know nothing of Zuul!” |
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No. 125428
>"That’s your familiar,” you say grimly, slamming the door on the entire absurd affair. “That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Now let's get." |
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No. 125430
[x] “Sir-not-appearing-in-this-yard.” (ABSCOND) |
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No. 125432
[x] “You know nothing of Zuul!” |
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No. 125434
[x] “You know nothing of Zuul!” |
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No. 125439
[x] “You know nothing of Zuul!” |
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No. 125444
[x] “Quite a first impression I made, I see. What business have you with me?” |
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No. 125445
[X] “Sir not appearing in this yard.” (ABSCOND) |
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No. 125446
[x] “Sir not appearing in this yard.” (ABSCOND) |
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No. 125448
[x] “You know nothing of Zuul!” |
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No. 125454
[x] “Sir-not-appearing-in-this-yard.” (ABSCOND) |
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No. 125461
[X] “You know nothing of Zuul!” |
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No. 125467
[x] “You know nothing of Zuul!” |
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No. 125475
[x] “Sir not appearing in this yard.” (ABSCOND) |
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No. 125476
[x] “Quite a first impression I made, I see. What business have you with me?” |
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No. 125477
[x] “You know nothing of Zuul!” |
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No. 125498
Don't forget to create a new thread, Demetrious. |
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No. 125505
There are six updates in this thread. |
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No. 125519
File 128730293778.jpg - (63.10KB , 640x480 , muscle more.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() >>125475 |
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No. 125520
File 128730298436.jpg - (79.54KB , 640x480 , muscle more 2.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() >>125475 |
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No. 125568
>>125505 |