Post number #562769, ID: 5ccb61
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>you find yourself at the apartment mentioned somewhere in uptown >just from the outside you can hear it busting with activity
>you see a snow white owl soar across the sky before zooming inside an open window "Hello ther gamma! i will need you to help as well you know"
"Hoooo" >you can hear from the inside
>you step inside >and see a boy with brown hair and a rushing around the house >at least you think so?
Post number #562770, ID: 5ccb61
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>he is literally moving so fast he is a blue blur so thats all you can really make out >said blur finally notices you and halts at the door >thusly you can now see him ( https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/505321978488422411/571954047674744838/Cassius_Robuchon_Vanderbilt.png )
"Hey there, are you here for the party?"
Post number #562781, ID: ea0cca
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>The figure at the door is of what it seems to be a lilim,a cane in one hand and suit-case in the other, her head is almost like a helmet, there is an apparatus similar to a stereo where her mouth would be.You notice a hole in the back of her head where long blond hair flows out of it.The rest of her body is covered by heavy clothing.
Ah yes indeed...And you must be "IA" was it? Pardon my memory.Its a pleasure to meet you I'm Molly... so can i walk in?
Post number #562782, ID: 5ccb61
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>>562781 "Your already inside madame There was no need to ask" >He laughs "And yes, that would be me. Dont ask what it means though~"
Post number #562786, ID: ea0cca
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Everyone has their secrets darling, i wont ask if you wish so.
What is there to be done?Or have you already gotten everything ready?
After all you seemed umm... quite a speddy fella...
Post number #562789, ID: ea0cca
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>You notice that when she talks the apparatus she speaks trough glows neon blue
Post number #562791, ID: 5ccb61
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>>562786 "No it should be fine mostly. I just need to finish cooking, Although if you wanted to help i wouldn't say no if you could help the owl hang stuff"
"Hoo" >you can see the owl from earlier trying to hang up a banner >It reads "happy birthday Gem!" >needless to say, its kinda struggling as it needs someone to get the other end
>a ding can be heard from the kitchen "Oh right, spaghetti" >and IA returns to the kitchen
Post number #562793, ID: ea0cca
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>Molly walks over to the owl.
Hi there buddy, you seem to be struggling, let me help you with that, or try at least...
>Molly lays her cane on the ground and uses the wall as support
Oh boy i was not made for this but alas
>she then procceds to help the owl set up the banner.
Post number #562795, ID: 5ccb61
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>>562793 "Hooo!" >it then pecks some thumbnail into the wall >that should hold it >right? >the flies over to the other side and reapeats >and just like that, banners hanged >not that bad too!
"Hoo" >it rests itself on your head >awww >you think it likes you https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn%3AANd9GcQjCcdh-ozJShQMYuZmo_wfERG04Xe55vXD2E_2znVijh57DbYi
>it also feels quite comfortable and fluffy
Post number #562796, ID: ea0cca
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>she quickly takes the cane from de floor.
That was...More intense than it should have been...Don't want to ruin your owners nice floor by eating drek in it.
Also your cute and all.. but i would like for you to leave my head,although it almost feel like it helps at stabilizing my center of gravity
>she then turns to the kichen
Hey you need help there? Your taking an awful long time,did you get in some sghetty related disaster?
Post number #562798, ID: 5ccb61
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>>562796 "Hoo...">the owl sadly hoots >it then flies into the kitchen >you follow suit
"Noo its good!" >you see IA cooking all sorts of stuff >a delectable scent fills the air as all sorts of food line the counter "Feel free to try some" >beef Wellington, fried chicken, pudding, spaghetti and all sorts of stuff litter the counter, overwhelming your senses in a euphoria of tastes
Post number #562800, ID: ea0cca
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>Molly tilts her head to the side in confusion
Try some? What do you mean...
>She then stares at IA for a moment
Oh right...
>she says with a bitter tone as she points to the apparatus in her head
Can't really do that darling,this body doesn't allow me to eat.
>sight... >Her tone then shifts to back to the usual
But it looks great I'm sure the other guests will adore it,sorry if made things a bit heavy
Post number #562802, ID: ea0cca
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(Sigh*)
Post number #562929, ID: d6ff48
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>A man enter the scene, he is dressed in full camouflaged military gear. His assault rifle slinged over his shoulder and his pistol by his side. His face is covered with a Balaclava under a Tan Helmet with a ballistic face shield. "Hello there, IA is it?"
Post number #562930, ID: 5ccb61
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>>562800 "Oh uh err...">he looks down for a moment "My apologies,i was unaware.."
>the owl does a sad hoot
>>562929 >you open the door to find fuck all. >and sounds of a conversation in the kitchen >perhaps they are in there
Post number #562933, ID: d6ff48
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>>562930 "Okay then" >The man enters the kitchen
Post number #562934, ID: 62d9ee
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Don't think about it too much about it, its ok darling.
On a brighter note i think i heard someone at the door.
>Molly then turns to the figure that just entered the room
Ah... a new guest! how nice,I'm molly,pleasure to meet you,may i have your name sir?
Post number #562938, ID: 62d9ee
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(Fack, ignore the typo in the first sentece)
Post number #562941, ID: 5ccb61
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>>562934>>562933 "Yes i suppose so." >he turns to the newcomer "Hey there ar-pulse is that you? Trying out some new armor i see."
Post number #562973, ID: eb9cc4
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>Outside, the sound of an old supercharged V10 rumbles and resonates, and then comes to a halt -- followed by a car door opening and closing. >At the door appears a well-dressed brunette. Slender as she is, it's impossible to tell if she is concealing any gear. "こんばんは! Wait, don't tell me. You're IA, Impulse of course, and...?" >She looks to Molly, having not met her before.
Post number #562976, ID: 5ccb61
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>>562973 >same as pulse, you open the door only to receive no greeting and hear sounds in the kitchen
Post number #563024, ID: 62d9ee
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(I'm assuming she then came to the kitchen)
I'm Molly,its a pleasure to meet you, now who might you be darling?
Post number #563061, ID: eb9cc4
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>>563024 (the kitchen door haha, yeah) >She looks to Molly, extending a gentle hand "I'm Reya, nice to meet you!"
Post number #563112, ID: 940015
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If there are any unsecured or weakly secured electronics in the home, Lisa may pay the guests a visit.
Post number #563120, ID: f6afb3
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>>562973 >You probably can't see it, but the look of wonder is on his face "Excuse me, who's Pulse you are talking about, cause that's sure as hell not me"
Post number #563148, ID: 4e4b8c
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>>563120 >Reya grins, if not to veil her confusion "My pulse, of course! I actually haven't felt it in years..." >Reya turns to IA "Do you need any help?"
Post number #563150, ID: dae1df
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>>563120 "Oh sorry, uh, theres this guy i know. PSC wore armor everywhere. Thought you were him">he chuckles
>>563061 "Hello there miss reya Might you be interested in acting as my taste tester?" >various mouthwatering smells grace your senses as he points to a counter full of food
>>563120 (whaha! Fully expecting that nut not really, Cassius has a computer monitor with a backdoor for her!)
Post number #563152, ID: 44eea1
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>>562770 "Oh hey. It's you. Hi Cass." >The voice seems to be coming from nowhere. A quiet click can be heard. A teal haired lilim suddenly appears before you. You recognize that it's Liz. She has a rather large cake in her hand. It looks homemade. "I just heard about a birthday thing somewhere and decided to make a cake and swing by. I had no idea it was you"
Post number #563153, ID: dae1df
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>>563152 "Oh wow, hello there lizzy!" >just like everyone else, your senses are overwhelmed by the chorus of delicious smells "Be a dear and help me taste test wouls you?" >he points to the food on the counter while stirring whatever
Post number #563157, ID: 4e4b8c
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>>563153 "Gladly! It won't kill me this time, hehehe..." >Reya tests the various courses strewn about the left side of the countertop
Post number #563159, ID: 44eea1
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>>563153 "Uhhhh. I mean okay. But where do I set this?" >She says pointing to the cake in her hand
Post number #563160, ID: 62d9ee
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>>563152 >Molly almost tumbles over when she sees that
Are we not going to talk about the lilim that just appeared out of nowhere?! And you know her?
>she regains her composure
I mean i deal with a lot of wierd stuff on a daily basis... but this is a new one for me
Post number #563162, ID: dae1df
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>>563159 "Same counter where the food is" >he points to it
>>563160 "Pay no heed demoì. Something about a stealth mcguffin" >he chuckes
>>563157 (Oh boy, so it begins. Roll a d20 will save please)
Post number #563163, ID: 44eea1
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>>563160 >Liz looks back with a guilty look on her face "Sorry about that. I have a stealth field unit that I use when I walk around because I don't want to be bothered." >She puts her hand on her cheek and you hear a small click and she vanishes again "It's rather handy" >Another click can be heard and she reappears "And I met Cass very recently. I just started at the Hazy Moonlighter"
Post number #563164, ID: 9014ac
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>>563148 >He does not get the joke
>>563150 "Alright then, not the first time I got confused for someone else. Would probably not be the last time" >He take off his helmet and hold it against his body >Taking a closer look you can see a patch on his arm, a grey wolf head, the letters under it read "NDSec"
"Anyways, the name's Red. You may or may not know me from my alias, Red 9. Pleasure to meet you all" >He put his free hand up for a handshake
Post number #563165, ID: 62d9ee
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>>563163 >she leans closer to you and taps you softly with her cane
Seems about right, your real, pleasure to meet you darl...
>She catches herself
Liz i meant, heard from a friend that is a patron in the Hazy Moonlighter that you were not a fan of being called "that".
Post number #563167, ID: 9c1472
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>Just then that Impulse appear into the kitchen. He is wearing the usual outfit. Camouflaged gear, olive green cap, black headset, and of course, the balaclava. His pistol holstered by his side. Hey, atleast he did not bring a rifle to a birthday party "Top of the morning, mates"
Post number #563170, ID: 44eea1
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>>563165 "Nice to meet you as well. Part of the whole darling thing was a bit of a joke though. While it does leave a bit of a bad taste in my mouth due to an ex, it's otherwise okay. I don't mind." >She looks around for a table to set the cake down on and does so
Post number #563173, ID: dae1df
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>>563167 "Hello then red" >he says to impulse
>>563170>>563165 "Oh right, *that*" >cassius chuckles before turning to liz "If thats the case, do give it a taste, dar~ling~" >he takes out a fork wrapped in spaghetti
>ooh lala~! Being offered to be hand fed by a handsome frenchman >it doesn't (or does) his words are like melted chocolate dripping in your ears >morphine wishes for death when he wrote that
Post number #563175, ID: ab4beb
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You can call me Molly
Post number #563176, ID: dae1df
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>>563173 (Err, dosent *help *that his words Actually Just noticed that now)
Post number #563177, ID: 4e4b8c
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>>563167 >Reya looks up from a piece of beef and chuckles, and looks to Impulse "Ah, there you are, hehe." >>563163 >Reya taps her glasses, looking to Liz "Say, you *might* want to let me tweak that unit a lil bit if you really want to stay low..." >>563164 "Pleasure, Red! Relax, it's all good."
Post number #563204, ID: 6995ad
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Post number #563205, ID: 1d1e30
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>>563177 "Good day, didn't know you would be here. Where's the treat, I'm starving" >Impulse take off his cap
Post number #563206, ID: 44eea1
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>>563173 >She looks at Cass with a skeptical look and takes a bit. Her face lights up instantly upon tasting it "Consider me impressed, Cass. More of this and i wont mind you calling me darling." >>563177 "Oh uh. it's kinda a modified implant kinda deal. You'd probably have to open up the side of my head to do anything with it."
Post number #563208, ID: dae1df
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>>563206 >the sauce is somewhat mild but also naturally sweet with hints of just a few grains of cinnamon perfectly blended together with what tastes to be homemade spaghetti >you can taste the natural flower and eggs mixed with a bit of salt when boiling to taste >over all. >delicious "Nice to see i havent lost my edge." >he then leans in close "Ooh vut its no fun when you dont call me the same~" >ge teases before returning to cooking
Post number #563209, ID: dae1df
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>>563177 >the beef is succulent, perfect roasted with bits of parsley >you cant get the sauce but its nigh on perfect with just the right amount of barbecue and smokiness and sweet
>>563205 "Well then try some food red" >he says to impulse
Post number #563213, ID: 44eea1
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>>563208 "You want me to call you darling? Are you hitting on me?" >the skeptical look returns to Liz's face
Post number #563218, ID: dae1df
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>>563213 "No im just messing with you. Dont wrap your head around it to hard, i do that to everyone when the opportunity presents" >he chuckles "Now then i believe that is almost everyone who announced their visit ahead of time.." >he drops something in the oil making a bright flame >which he extinguishes via putting a lid over it
Post number #563220, ID: 44eea1
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>>563218 "Oh I see." >She looks away seemingly a little flustered
Post number #563224, ID: dae1df
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>>563220 "Oh my~?" >he leans close once again >this time closer, leaning to her ear while she is looking away "Is that a flustered look i see..? >he whispers >by the power of frencg his words are like melted chocolate dripping in your ears "Its not good you know~, Your all red dar~ling~"
(Meanwhile i feel like a creep for typing that)
Post number #563226, ID: 44eea1
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>>563224 >Liz jumps a little at hearing your voice again "L-look. I was just startled is all" >As she says this a small bit of fire leaks from her lips. It smells like the chocolate alcohol she had earlier
Post number #563229, ID: dae1df
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>>563226 >he withdraws chuckling under his breath "Alright then, here how about a drink then" >he mixes up something "Its an alexander,remember you liked this, perhaps it will calm your nerves-" >leaning in one more time >he smells like blueberries and cinnamon "-dar~ling~" >and places it near you before returning to cooking
Post number #563237, ID: 44eea1
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>>563229 "M-my nerves are perfectly calm!" >Her face turns a light pink color upon hearing the word "darling" >She grabs the drink and turns away to try to hide it
Post number #563265, ID: 3aab05
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>>563209 >Impulse is now quite confused after being called "Red" for the second time "Who the fuck is Red?"
>A sound suddenly spring up "That would be me, sir. Redford Bell, at your service"
>Impulse turns around, seemingly surprised "Ah yes, Red 9, is it?"
"Yes sir, and you must be Impulse considering this gentlemen over here either decide to call us by the wrong name or is very ignorant of his surroundings"
>Impulse chuckles "I see what's going on now, Cass, ya bastard"
Post number #563284, ID: 4e4b8c
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>>563237 >Reya chuckles at the scene, taking note of the word 'darling' "But yeah, wouldn't even have to take it out of your head. Just a fast uplink would do for yours! Also, you're *literally* hot right now..." >Reya chuckles again, and tests one of the desserts "This'll do, yeah?"
Post number #563285, ID: dae1df
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>>563237 "Awww how cute. Your cheeks say otherwise dar~ling~" >he continues to tease >wait did he say cute?!?
>>563265 "I have no idea what you are implying red" >he says to impulse
"And yes i know its you pulse, im just joking cuz you both look the same to me with that armor on"
>>563112>>940015 >he boots up a small monitor on the wall >if a certain AI would make an appearance it would find not only a back door >but also said door saying "hiiiii lisa ( ・⩌ ・)ノ( ・⩌ ・)ノ"
Post number #563290, ID: 363084
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>Molly stares at the ground for a moment.
I guess its about time i get myself ready for when our host comes.
So... IA would you mind telling me a song your room mate likes?, as in one she would know the lyrics to by heart.
>She says while nervously tapping the kitchen sink
Post number #563300, ID: dae1df
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>>563290 "Hmmm interesting question" >he thinks for a moment "... i suppose anything really, the girl just loves music. One of the reasons we get along and why she wants to be an idol." >he lets go of the stirring ladle abd moves to cook something else >but the ladle is still stirring "Although vanilla twilight was always a favorite of hers." >he then tilts his head "Are you Alright? You look rather nervous"
Post number #563301, ID: dae1df
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>>563284 "Y-yeah thanks. You honestly could have stopped a while ago. Is My cooking really that good..?"
Post number #563309, ID: fbaafb
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>>563301 >Reya gives her a "really?" look and remarks "Wh-- what do you mean? I almost couldn't stop myself from tasting things! Of course it's that great.~~"
Post number #563318, ID: 703afa
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>A young man knocks on the front door while opening it slowly, he's wearing a white t-shirt with the word 'big' stamped on black and carrying a small box containing 6 glass bottles
Post number #563320, ID: dae1df
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>>563309 "Huh! Really!?!?" >he looks slightly happier >hard to tell though when he has that kuudere stare all the time "W-well then by all means! Have as much as you like!"
>>563318 "Yoooo, come to the kitchen!" >calls a voice in the kitchen
Post number #563322, ID: 363084
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>>563300 Its just this... all of this brings me memories i'd rather forget. But i guess those are the things that keep me human.
>She puts her hands on the sides of her head
You seem like good people and i need some fresh air so i guess its fine.
>You hear a click as she takes of her visor revealing that she is indeed not a lilim from the mechanism she uses to speak above.
>There is a scar that goes trough the length of where the skin meets the metal.
Post number #563323, ID: 363084
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Now if you will excuse me i have a song to memorize and I'm sick of standing up, just scream if you need me.
>she then walks out of the kitchen but before so turns and says
Oh and thanks for letting me come.
>she then turns to the new guest
I'm Molly, pleasure to meet ya
Post number #563324, ID: f9015d
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>>563320 >Neil closes the door behind him and hurries to the kitchen
"Man and I though I was trespassing the wrong place, who is the host?"
>He placed the blue bottles on the first counter he could see
Post number #563325, ID: f9015d
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(oops just saw >>563323, one sec)
Post number #563328, ID: f9015d
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>>563324 >>563323 >He almost bumps into Molly at the entrance of the kitchen, and stepped back a little for a proper greeting "Now hello there, the name is Neil and I'm pleased as well, you're going already?
Post number #563331, ID: dae1df
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>>563324 "Twould be me radio man. Also aaaayyyyyy beers!" >he dumps some meatballs into a pan "The birthday girl will be here in 20 min (read min as posts) Untill then, make yourself comfortable"
Post number #563333, ID: 363084
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>>563328 No No darling I'll be here, just need to rest a bit, and there is a couch there that looks quite enticing.
Post number #563337, ID: f9015d
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>>563333 "Then by all means go on, will love to talk after or crash by the couch" >He glances at >>563331 with a fresh smile "And I got a handshake ready for the host"
Post number #563344, ID: dae1df
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>>563333 >when you rest on the couch >it >feels >like >orgasmic nirvana >as if it was finely tailored to the specific high quality relaxation taste of a rich french kid >oh wait
>>563337 >he shakes your hand >or he would if he wasnt busy cooking meals that >one, smell like heaven >two, look so complicated and delicate that your pretty sure if he gets distracted for even a moment, it will explode or something >also meatballs
Post number #563346, ID: fbaafb
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>>563328 "Hello Neil, I'm Reya." >Reya looks to the chair next to the couch over yonder, moving towards it "Don't mind if I chill over there for now..."
Post number #563352, ID: 703afa
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>>563344 "Man I'm really digging this party, you got weird fancy cooking going on, I got weird booze to match with that"
>Neil turns at Neya and sorta waves as she heads to the chair "You got pretty girls around resting on couchs and such, this is pretty much how my history classes pictured france back then"
Post number #563362, ID: 363084
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>>563344 Oh no... not this...this soft piece if furniture must be cursed, i need to exorcise it...
>She raises her hand to the skies
I feel...like I'm losing consciousness...mom is that you?...
>She falls asleep >Its a nice couch
Post number #563373, ID: fbaafb
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>>563352 >Reya adjusts her glasses and replies, sinking into the chair "You're too kind -- you should see what France looks like now, they've got nothing on us...I gotta get me one of these chairs..."
Post number #563382, ID: dae1df
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>>563352 >he laugs *hard* "Ppppfffff oh my god dude thats sp racist haha!" >he holds is gut in pain from all the laughing "Y-youhohoahaha you cant just ssahahay that" >it takes him a solid moment to recover (That made me laugh irl more then it should have)
>>563362 >the owl flies over and covers you neatly with a blanket >and oh my god it feels like you are being lightly kissed by a legion of angels
>>563373 "Never go to paris. Ever" >like the couch >seating heaven
Post number #563388, ID: fbaafb
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>>563382 >Reya laughs, and replies "Oh I've been, for reasons, but I sure as drek never have to go back there!"
Post number #563407, ID: 703afa
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>>563382 "Oh god dude so these are the laughs I never behind the microphone, you okay there?" >He placed a hand on his shoulder having a small laugh as well (haha thanks man) "So is everyone here from paris?" >He asked in general
>Molly answers from the couch without even opening an eye
Born and raised in GC for the better... or the worst
Post number #563413, ID: 44eea1
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>>563284 "Sure. Just dont mess anything up" >She turns to the side so the module location is pointed towards you >>563285 >Liz's face gets more red. "B-be careful Cass. The others might t-think you have a thing for me"
Post number #563432, ID: fbaafb
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>>563413 >Reya pulls out a small device and taps quite a bit "Got a link, this'll only take a bit. Haven't seen a system like yours in a while, I feel honored hehe"
Post number #563437, ID: 4e4b8c
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>>563407 >While doing that, Reya replies "I was raised in Japan, but then a thing or another led me to LA, and then here in GC. You?"
Post number #563438, ID: 703afa
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>>563412 "That sucks--I mean.. nah, there's no other way to put it, "sucks" describes too well this city" >Neil takes one of the bottles he brought and tries way too hard to open it with his hands, then turns to Reya >>563437 "Neo San Francisco, you would think it's better than GC and you wouldn't be wrong, but it's tiresome to live there for too long"
Post number #563439, ID: 4e4b8c
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>>563438 >Reya grins "I've been there a couple of times, I'd say it beats Old San-Fran by a mile. Had a friend who owned one of those really nice uptown condos...makes me wonder what happened to her." >Reya takes off her glasses to fiddle with them, asking Neil "You look like you've got a trove of stories from there, eh?"
Post number #563446, ID: 06a264
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>>563285 >Impulse was about to say something when Red speaks up again "I would like to point out that he's actually not armored. That's a Wartech MK3 Rig, Nice Russian Rig, but not a plate carrier like this 5.11 Tactec of mine"
"Someone do know about gear for sure" >Impulse look at Red and sees the patch on Red's arm, a Wolf Patch and the letters below it that reads "NDSec" "Ex-New Dawn Security eh?"
"That would be right, but they ditched me so I just leave them" >Red explained
Post number #563449, ID: 363084
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>Molly puts away the blanket as she gets up and gives a thumbs up to the owl.
My thanks feathered buddy, but its about time i leave this demon's warm embrace.
Our host is about to get here and now... we have booze.
>She walks over to Reya and anxiously waits for her to open the bottle.
It is true i can't eat but if i couldn't drink i would have gone insane by now.
Also I've lived her since the dawns of time so id be glad to hear some stories about a place other than this.
Post number #563460, ID: 06a264
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>>563407 >Red replies "Toronto. My father was a Canadian, moved to GC for job opportunities. Ended up a PMC"
"I will say that I was a PMC too, but that company does not exist here anymore and I ended up in GC for very mysterious reason" >Impulse added
Post number #563476, ID: 703afa
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>>563439 >>563449 "Man I got more stories from NSF than I got hairs on my head"
>He finally opened his bottle with a 'pop' and a look of excitement from that small action
"For starters there's one thing that the people NSF there do better than GC, and that is party, one time we gathered all the shortest people from a bar and see how many we could stack on top of each other, the owner wasn't too happy when they broke a lamp and two chairs upon falling down"
Post number #563477, ID: 703afa
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>Neil turned at >>563460 before taking a swig of his bottle
"Man I was expecting at least half the answers to be "yes", at least one of you is from snow-paris, eh?"
>He followed with a chuckle
Post number #563490, ID: 363084
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ahhhh...now that's the sound i want to hear
>She says in a satisfied manner while picking up a bottle herself.
Precise movements that require the exertion of force, my fa-vo-rite.
Good thing this body isn't all minuses
>she takes of her gloves and places her wrist on top of the bottle
creativity will be the fall of men
>She says as you see a 10 inch blade slides from her arm and knocks of the bottle cap
There goes that, good luck finding that cap when you clean this place.
Post number #563491, ID: 363084
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>She the pulls down her hoodie and chugs the bottle with a hole in the side of her neck
Sweeeet victory...not to bad, what even is this? Also i hope you guys did not think that was gross even though it sure is.
Post number #563505, ID: dae1df
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>cassius emerges from the kitchen carrying a lot of food >which he sets down "Hey everyone quiet down, she will be here soon"
>one can hear humming from outside
Post number #563508, ID: 44eea1
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>>563432 "I've heard that before. I'm kinda used to it though. I tinker with things a lot. I messed up my ability to walk last time."
Post number #563517, ID: c8a052
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>>563477 "Yeah" >Red chuckles a little, then shut up to wait for Gem to come in, Impulse do the same
Post number #563519, ID: 4e4b8c
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>>563505 >Reya was about to pop the bottle, but now waits for Gem to arrive
Post number #563520, ID: 363084
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>>563505 >Molly almost drops the bottle upon hearing that
Ah dammit I'm not ready
>She proceeds to finish the bottle and put it down
ok now... I'm feeling a bit more prepared, lets go!
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>cass mouths out "everyone say suprise" as he turns the lights off
>the door opens to a girl with black and white hair wearing one of those ahegao hoodies with matching skirt and thigh highs >all the while humming a merry tune "Hmmm huhmm hmm"
>you all hide behind something then at the sound of cassius "SUPRISE!"
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>>563528 >Reya lights up when she walks in and shouts "Surprise!"
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>>563528 >Neil rises his bottle like in celebration, yelling out: "Surprise!!"
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>>563528 >Molly pushes a button on her neck and the instrumentals to "happy birthday to you" start emanating from her Surprise!
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"Aaaaaahhhhh!( >д<)" >her face is a mix of happy ahhh and actually surprised ahhh as it lights up >any happier and her pupils might become stars
"Happy birthday gem!" >cass exclaims
"Ahhhh!" >she faints from a mixture of suprise, shock and happiness
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>>563543 >Reya, in a blink, is up and over to keep Gem from fainting too hard onto the ground "Heh...we sure surprised her! Look how happy she is, too."
Post number #563546, ID: 363084
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>the music stops with a record scrach Did we just kill the girl? Quick IA perform cpr on her.
>She says in a joking manner
haha...ha...is she acctualy ok thogh im getting a bit worried.
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("scratch","actually","though","I'm". Kinda forgot to spell check that one)
Post number #563551, ID: dae1df
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>>563545>>563546 "No she's fine. Gamma, do get a parfait for the freezer would you?
>The owl flies into the kitchen >then returns with a parfait in hand, or talon rather
"Hooo"
"Thank you" >he waves it over her nose >suddenly
"PARFAIT GIMMMMMEEEEEEE" >then swipes it immediately after waking and eats it with a chilled pre pre provided spoon "Ahhh soo good"
"*sigh* of course that worked..."
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>>563551 "Happy birthday Gem!" >Liz walks up with a small smile on her face. "I didn't know it was your birthday specifically but this is for you" >She presents a small red box with a white bow
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>>563551 "Happy birthday Gemini" >Impulse takes out something from his pocket >It's one of those karambit, except foldable. Impulse flip it out. Beautifully carved onto the curved blade are engravings in gold and silver. After showing it off. He folds it back and hands it to Gem
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>mid parfait she looks at you, then the gifts then back to you then to the parfait for another bite >then you again "Wha! Mister impulse, miss liz?! Whawhawhait g-gifts a-are you sure!? A-alright then..." >she nervously acceps both with onen of her signature heart melting smiles >>563614 "Whoa a knife"
Post number #563716, ID: 363084
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>>563551 >Molly walks up to Gemini while reaching into her coat
Sorry i don't have any pretty packages.
>she pulls a green jewel made into a collar with a red string, and hands it to Gem
Here darling, it represents benevolence and will keep you safe. If you wish to believe me or not i wont mind.
My name is Molly,pleasure to meet you...and i have an idea of something fun we can do later.
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>>563639 "I'm absolutely sure. Happy birthday" >Liz smiles and watches as Gem opens the gift. Inside is a bracelet that's made from polished rocks that are all a uniform size. Like the cake Liz brought earlier, it seems to be homemade "I hope you like it"
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>>563639 "Yeah, take it. Happy birthday again" >Impulse said
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>>563716>>563762 "T-thank you! Bu-but i cant accepted any of this!" >she says in a fluster "T-these look way to expensive! I-i cant theres no way!"
>>563785 "Let her freak out a bit, she'll calm down." >he chuckles "Till then-" >he takes one of those beers and >Opens it with his eye?!?! >damnnnnnn "Yo neil im having a beer"
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>>563809 >Reya pulls out from her bag a thin titanium bracelet and turns to Gem "Here, from the bottom of my heart. If you tap it like this..." >Reya taps on the top of the bracelet, and a small holo-screen appears "...one of my best works. And now, *tap* only you can access it." >She passes it to Gem
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>>563809 Toooo bad darling, i don't do refunds, you sealed your fate the moment you picked it up...I guess you will just have to keep the nice gift
>If she could she would be smirking
And i can feel you deserve it, come on now this is no time to be humble.
>The monitor suddenly flashes as it boots into a command line interface! At first there's nothing, and then a familiar face forms in plaintext...
(o w o)
(>w>)
(<w<)
(^ w ^)
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>>563813>>563815 "Aaaaahhhhh whyyy is everyone giving me expensive thingggggggsdddss" >her face is bright red as she cant handle all the kindness
>>563818 "Lisssaaaa what do i doooo!?! Wait, lisa?!!? Hiiiiii lisaaaaa ( ・⩌ ・)ノ( ・⩌ ・)ノ" >she calms down slightly upon that However
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>>563809 "Be my guest, you can't find that stuff on the streets anyway" >Neil holds on his bottle and as sneakily as possible searches on his pockets for a gift while everyone is busy with the party girl
Post number #563847, ID: 44eea1
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>>563809 "It's all yours you goof. Happy birthday" >Liz says with a chuckle. "It'll pair perfectly with the bracelet Reya gave you."
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>>563826>>563847 "Yeah! If you want, I could let Lisa through the bracelet's system, and she could be with you practically anywhere." >Reya chuckles "I didn't spend anything on that haha, I made it specifically for you.~"
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"Aaaahhhhhahhahaaaa" >she holds the gifts close tearing up a bit as she rolls into a panic ball >ever more red then a tomato
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>>563858 >Reya, seeing and not wanting her to be overloaded, gets close to Gem "Hey now, let's take our minds off of the gifts and enjoy your party, yeah? I'm sure you'd love some time to relax!"
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"And I'm starving" >Impulse adds
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>Red is now searching his pocket for stuff to give to Gem, and failed to do so. He then instead just wait quietly in the background
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>>563861 "Aaaaaahhhhhhhh-" >she faints >again
"She should he fine" >>563879 "You know the food is already ready right?" >he gestures to the table and counters >which is full of delicious and gourmet looking food >one can feel their mouth water
"Also...3...2..on-"
>as he says one a bunch of girls barrel through the door "SUPRIS- wait did we miss it?"
"Noooooooooo we missed it!!i wanted to see her scared face"
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>>563881 >Red steps up "She's already fainted if that's what you wanted to see"
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Post number #564913, ID: f2ac7e
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>Impulse heads to the table and starts serving himself some food
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>Reya goes back to the chair she was sitting on "I just need a sec..."
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>>563884 "NooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
"Mana c-calm down"
"Heh!no way that bitch'll calm"
"The hell you call me you bitch?!" >nevermind the dysfunction between them >the question that pops into everyones mind is >*who* are they?
>>564913 >the delicious smells would overtake you immediately if you didnt have a helmet >delicious looking foods line the table, mostly European but also some western >you see the good ol murican hot dog, french baguette and german sausage and more
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>>564918 >Impulse pick up a sausage and start cutting it to pieces with his combat knife
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>Red ignores the group completely and walks to join Impulse, taking out his own combat knife and using it to cut the baguette
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>>565179 >you can see the meat get pushed in a bit before giving enough resistance allowing the knife to finally cut through revealing just how tender yet juicy it is
>>565508 >even with a knife made to merc fools it shows resistance expected from the hard crust of le baguette >then it finally cuts through revealing a mice soft and semi airy bread >you imagine how nice of a mouthfeel it could be
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>>564918 >Molly walks over to the girls Soooo... who are you? You called her "Mana", are you girls yakuza or something?...Oh pardon my manners, I'm Molly.
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>>565724 >you see three of them
>the one called mana is blonde with twin tails
>the one who insulted her is wearing a sweater tied around her waist
>and the one who asked her to calm down is rather unremarkable, although her hair is blueish
"Who are you calling yakuza!?! I'll have you know that *i* am an idol candidate"
>the sweater one just laughs
"Oh, those are some people gem met at that idol camp thing she goes to" >cassius interrupts
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I see...Truly err... Lovely people.
I guess you do need a bit of eccentricity to follow such a carrier path.
>She says while shrugging
But who am i to say? Pleasure to meet you.
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>>565803 "Hmmph!" >she crosses her arms and looks away in a pout
"Hiya!" >the sweater one shakes your hand >a tomgirl you presume?
>the other one is unable to reciprocate as she is poking the unconscious gem in her cheek
>cass sighs, having not expected them to be cardboard cut out archetypes >then sighs even more when it occurs to him that he now has to deal with a tsundere
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>>565583 >Impulse eat a piece of sausage while Red find some yam to put on the baguette
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>>565807 >Having laid down across the chair, Reya looks down and over at the new girls, grinning at the tsundere one after she reacts. "Always be a good time..."
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(Sorry for the late replies, these are one of the few months where im actually busy)
>>565834 >thr sausage is quite juicy blended with a nice smokiness >delicious
>you find some yams and assorted jams in one of the cupboards >one has a note that says 'dont use this, its for booze' whatever that means
>>565957 "And what are *you* looking at!?!" >the tsun takes notice and immediately does what a tsun does best
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>>566071 (no worries haha) >Reya, having met many a tsun and having looked her dead in the eyes, breaks eye contact and smiles. "The cake behind you, of course. It looks delicious..."
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>>566089 "Whaaa?!?" >she looks behind her "O-oh, well, just know your place!" >then looks away again
>on the other hand, those cakes *do* look good
>cass sees what you just did and chuckles before moving closer "A fellow maker of mischief and master of teasing i presume" >he says without making eye contact as to not throw anyone off
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>>566094 >Reya sits up and adjusts her glasses as Cass moves in, replying "A bit, yeah. Say, where are they from? Not familiar to me..." >She trails off, pondering them
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>>566206 "I don't quite know really. Just that they are friends of gem or something" >he ponders for a second
"Wanna play a little game? Its quite simple, whoever makes the tsundere's face first red wins." >he chuckles ominously "It should be funny. But needless to say, we can't do anything *too* crazy. Just some teasing and a little mischief only.
What do you say?"
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>>566236 >Reya, with a chill vibe and not caring about competition at the moment, replies "Sure, why not? No harm in losing." >She looks at the girl for a bit, as if to analyze her, but then grins and then turns to Cass. "Go ahead -- you first."
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>>566273 "Hmmmm Alright, time is up when gem wakes up i guess"
>he just stares at the girl
"Wha!what are you looking at!?!"
>However she gets no reply >just the cold unflinching stare of cass
"What are you trying to do?!!" >she touches him
"Hmmm wha? O-oh, uhh, i was thinking of ways to wake up gem. I guess i spaced out. Is there anything you need?" >one must admit he can act
"Err..hmph! Nothing at all!" >then turns her head and storms off
"Haah. Well your move"
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>Red and Impulse both continue eating in the background, ignoring the other stuff going on. They start talking to each other a little "Care to tell me about yourself?" "Already told you a lot. I'm half-canadian. Moved here for job opportunities. Joined NDSec. Was a recruit for 2 years, then join the strike unit. Been doing operations, all over GC. Then left for dead in the last one in Flooded" >Impulse listen silently
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>>566274 >Reya stands up to walk over to the girl, but looks to something behind her so that it isn't obvious she is approaching the girl directly.
"Excuse me, just going for that thing behind y--"
>But before Reya can finish, she "trips" so quickly that before even she knows it, her face is planted in the girl's chest before stumbling back.
"Aah!--oh dear, I'm so sorry miss! ごめんなさい!"
>You can't tell if Reya actually tripped or not from afar. She made herself blush, however.
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>>566360 >its a shame her tits are non existant level small >she looks embarrassed "Whawhawha!?! Watch where your going!!" >she then looks down
"Pervert!!! Y-you lesbian pervert" >then blushes and runs into the kitchen
>leaving a victorious you >and a cass dying of laughter
"Hahaha! Alright, you win I didn't expect such a mobe sp early on haha!"
"Wwwaaaacha laughing about?" >oh look, gems awake
"Wha?!gem?!oh uh, nothing ppffffff. Want some cake?"
"Yes pls"
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>>566361 >Reya stands up, chuckling while fixing her glasses "That's honestly not what I meant to do, but then my foot twitched...and then it went 0 to 100 real fast, hehe." >Reya sees Gem, and gives a wave before heading back to her spot on the chair "Heyo! I need to sit now, oh man..."
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>>566395 >cass leaves to get some cake for the birthday girl
"Hallo" >he look like she is about to sit down >but in a dumb twist of fate or maybe karma or something "Waaah!" >she trips and falls, causing her to land on her in such a manner that reya just got a face full... of...her 'coconuts'.. >they're soft, like falling on a cloud >oh dear
(Meanwhile i feel creepy again.."
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>>566474 >Reya, hardly on-guard, does her best to break Gem's fall -- only to have her face in another chest.
"I--ahhfff oh dear oh my ... ."
>After helping Gem off of her, Reya can't help but start laughing.
"Are you okay? Don't worry about me ehehe, not the first time, and I guess not the last. Fate is out to get me!"
>Adjusting her glasses, Reya sharpens her reflexes once more.
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>>566477 >there is a bit of tumble and such when you try to get her off due to the..."marshmallow" in your face "Wha!" >then you readjust your glassed to find yourself on the floor >looming over a blushing gemini kabedon style (Liek dis https://xenodude.files.wordpress.com/2018/10/rascal-does-not-dream-of-bunny-girl-senpai-ep-4-fi.png?w=730&h=410&crop=1 )
>with her hoodie unzipped, shirt raised and bra exposed >she looks away, her face bright red >how did that even happen?!?!
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>cassius returns holding a plate of cake "Uuhhhhhh, am i interrupting something?">he asks nervously >his eyes quicks just for a moment flash a bright blue before returning to their amber haze "I can go somewhere else if you need to be alone.." >he averts his gaze
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(apologies too for late replies too, had a sudden ton of work for the week)
>Neil comes back in the apartment, carrying another six pack of blue bottled drinks. "Hope you all don't mind I got out to get more.. eeeeey is this that kind of party?" >He stopped on his tracks and just smiled at the current scene going on.
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>>566505 >Reya sits up to look at Cass, jokingly replying
"We need a...moment."
>(assuming that Cass then leaves for a moment,) Reya then looks at Gem.
"Just a stroke of karma, is all."
>Reya gets up gently, and extends a hand to Gem.
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>>566610 >he raises his hands up and walks away at a semi slow pace "Dont let me interrupt"
>her eyes are closed "Pu-puwese be gentle.." >and her face is red
>>566607 >cass aproaches Neil after walking away "Hey welcome back" >then laughs "Screw it man, it might be.
We got megane x idol yuri, food, and whatever will happen when the alcohol kicks in
I say we rush the alchohol part. Feep like helping me get some booze ive been fermenting in the cellar?"
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>>566616 "sure thing, just don't hesitate to call me out if I'm about to loose some view in lesbian action again"
>Neil put down the bottles on the floor next to the door
"Is it a 'ye old cellar' like those they have in France?"
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>>566637 >he laughs "Dude, what kinda view do you have of france? Haha!
But yeah kinda, stone walls and everything. Otherwise its a regular cellar.
Cmon, ill let you take some home" >he leads you down some stairs and into a neat little cellar >its actually pretty big and all the doors to separate rooms are open >the base cellar just looks like a regular clean basement >However from the stairs you can see a room with stone walls and another with clean sterile white walls
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>he are taken to the stone one >all sorts of different boozes are brewed in the room it seems "And before you ask, yes, i have a permit" >you gaze around, there 2 metal vats fermenting modern day booze >then there are some wooden barriers in the inlets of the walls each, a carrying different scent >that and some normal home brew style stuff making mead or something "Take your pick"
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>>566643 >He looks up and around since the moment they walked in, letting out a whistle of admiration
"Man back in NSF I'd have definetly robbed a place like this, and trust me when I say sharing my views of France always ended in a bad way"
>He finished with a chuckle, staring at the homebrews now
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>>566652 "Ughh i have to much free time... Wait your also from neo fresco?" >he moves towards a keg "And again before you ask, i lived there for a while.
Gamma get some glasses would you?" >a white owl swoops in and drops off some glasses "I think the sangria should be good by now." >the pours some swig from a normal plastic container near the kegs >then sips "Yep, thats done!"
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>>566656 "Huh, there aren't many people from Neo around here and if they are, lucky me I haven't run into any of them, enjoyed your stay?"
>He takes one of the glasses the owl dropped and just looked at it fly away filled with confusion
"Okay that's new??"
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>>566686 "Huh, you didn't see him? Gamma was flying all around upstairs" >he laughs then answers the question "Well, my stay consisted of either free time, robotics work, or getting drunk with the navy dudes who were also stationed there.">he takes another sip "Well, that and you know shooting things" >he pulls out the dogtags that where tucked under his shirt "Like, it wasn't GC level chaos, but more then a few times i had to help deal with whatever would be rampant downtown"
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>>566690 "Man and you looked so fancy and je ne seu quack, one thing I admire of GC is no matter how bad things go there will always be someone fucking up harder than you"
>He served himself some sangria from the same plastic container, looking at it for a bit before taking a sip
"Private army? Or a militarized branch of the police?"
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>>566695 "Oof" >the sangria is rather good! >like alcoholic fruit punch >you taste bits of cherry and apple and such >but it also has a bit of oomph with that tequila flavor
"Volunteer UN mobilized defense force. Apparently they get volunteers and scatter them around any countries and city states willing to have them.
We are called upon in the rare event when swat cant handle something.
I dont think GC took the offer yet." >he says while perusing for a good keg to take topside
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>he chuckles a bit >not wanting to correct his mistaken french "My turn for questions. Whats with that girl that replaced you?
Sounded like there was some bile.
Although you dont need to answer of you dont want to, i wont pry"
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>Molly picks up and opens the suit case she left at the door when she came in, she pulls three rectangular pieces of paper with odd symbols on them.
>After breathing in deeply, she walks up to Gemini and puts her hand on Gem's shoulder.
That was sure an interesting set of events, hope it didn't hurt.
So about that "fun thing" i mentioned earlier. What i meant was...How do you feel about a duet? Something to entertain the guests that also allows you to enjoy yourself while at it.
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>>566700 "no no it's ok man, if I can ask, you can ask, is not like anything I say can beat being a Un defender"
>He was drinking with more enthusiasm now, sangria was life for him right now
"She was.. Is my partner's sister, we had a thing going on in college and we kinda broke in bad terms sooo.. That and her insufferable personality really makes me click"
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(UN* oops)
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>>566768 "About your radio, one of my guy appearantly have depression and called it another day to have his last moments "written down into history", turn out he tried to kill himself with a flashbang. Sorry about that" >Impulse speaks up to Neil
Post number #566786, ID: 404cf4
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(*the other day, sorry)
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>>566738 "Mmmppphhh" >she is still bright red and on the floor >you dont think she will be doing much until someone finds a way to un-fluster her
Post number #566804, ID: 454396
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>>566768 "You make the job sound way more noble then it is. Like half of the reason i know how to brew and cook is because of all the free time we had on deployments" >he laugh
"But An ex huh? Ahhh i see." >he thinks for moment and nods "In a way, its truly something when her brother is still your friend. Although its not my place to say, do cherish it your friendship"
>>566785 "Pulse? Did you follow us down here in the pursuit of booze?"
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>>566803 >Molly moves her hand from Gem's shoulder and pats her head. >She begins to laugh loudly
Hahahahaha...ahhh i should have figured as much, i guess that idea is postponed then.
>She extends her arm towards Gem
Here i can offer you a somewhat steady support, but your going to have to get up yourself, you can manage that even in this state right? Take it as a metaphor of sorts... Rather than my incapability to pull you up properly.
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>>566785 "I mean I don't wanna sound insensitive but that's fucking hilarious, so in a way good for him I wasn't there to answer, still send him my regards.. Sangre fría?"
>Neil raised his cup of sangria as to offer him a little, ignoring the fact of how of how almost empty his cup was now
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>>566804 "Now someone who makes it down here just for the booze definetly deserves some. Now on her brother well she's not his only sister to be fair, dude's got like 7 so.."
>And this one is a long pause
"Maybe having that many sisters desensitizes you from worrying about people sleeping with them, that and that they don't look that close to start with"
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>>566804 "Yes, Red and I are quite thirsty from the baguette you had upstairs" >Impulse replies to you
>>566811 "That would be a little hard. See, holding a stun grenade that close to your face have a possibility of permanent hearing loss and blindness. Luckily his result was temporary, but still would last a couple of months" >Impulse explain to Neil as he serve himself some of the sangria and drink it
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>>566862 "Help yourself then, aside from the sangria i know there was something else i needed to bring.."
>>566812 "Oof that sounds like one hell of a household" >he laughs a bit
>>566807 >she begins to shake and actually starts crying "Whaaaahhaaa( ;∀;)( ;∀;)" >although its not audible for the basement
>shiiiii >wat do nao
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>>566889 Did i just break her?...Yeah i definitely broke her... >She peeks her head trough the basement entrance Hey Cass i broke your roommate, what's the usual procedure here? If it doesn't work i can get you a new one.
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>>567094 "Is she crying? Im just going to assume so, in that case, go to the fridge and get a parfait and a bottle of karmotrine.
Pour until the parfait is half full and offers it to her" >he says from the brewery before you hear a laugh "Although if you wanted to move in i can call the landlady!" >followed by more laughter
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>>567101 That is quite an assumption to think i was referring to myself... but i got a girl to fix so never mind that.
>She walks into the kitchen and opens the fridge. Ju-Just don't screw it up, its not that hard... >She pulls the parfait and the karmotrine from the fridge and lays them on the counter. Now carefully pour... until half full...aaand >Slip* God...effing...damn it... Well at least the bottle is intact, but that is a bit more than "half full".
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>She goes back to Gem and hands her the parfait. Here, just how mama used to make... and by "mama" i mean French roommate... And by "just how" i mean butchered discount version.
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"It was a joke" >he calls from the basement
>still somewhat teary eyed she receives your offering >then sits down and eats it >so far nothing bad happened >then her head just friggin explodes
>lol no jkjk >it actually just calms her down >she sniffles in between bites
"So what happened?" >he calls our
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>>566862 "Now I feel bad for laughing, tell you what, tell me this story again in 6 months since comedy is tragedy plus time and your friend really sounds like a lot of tragedy"
>He looked at his empty glass during most of the talk now, then back up at you
"Will he be ok though?"
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>>567333 "As I said, the hearing loss and blindness is temporary. But I do need to find a psychologist. Having a depressed lad willing to pull a bloody frag grenade on himself is not ideal for operations, you see" >Impulse down the rest of his sangria and examine the glass
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| >you find yourself at the apartment mentioned somewhere in uptown
>just from the outside you can hear it busting with activity
>you see a snow white owl soar across the sky before zooming inside an open window
"Hello ther gamma! i will need you to help as well you know"
"Hoooo"
>you can hear from the inside
>you step inside
>and see a boy with brown hair and a rushing around the house
>at least you think so?