That Bitch stares at Trump thoughtfully and appraisingly. At several moments she begins to speak, but then stops. Trump isn't sure if she's having difficulty formulating the words/response, or is unsure how to respond at all. At last, she appears to make some sort of mental connection, and her face brightens. She punches in her ID for a few moments, and turns back to Trump.
"You can have both," she says. "At first I was having trouble recalling this collection of knives, but then I remembered the meme that was shared," she says, holding up her ID to show them.
This thread continues the continuing RP thread that has been continuing - essentially every weekend (and much throughout the week) - and now continues. Playersfaggots are welcome to join, and shitposting/bantz - within reason - is open to faggots and spectators. It's D&D 3.5e+ rules (+ = whatever else we throw in), and since there's so many previous threads with far more effective OP descriptions I'll just get back to it.
Looking at the ID, Trump and Tracy can see a still image of a uniformed individual holding Tracy's Efficient Quiver, with a perplexed look on his face, facing the camera man. Pushing the screen, the image plays and displays the man slowly turning the quiver over and a broom closet full of assorted knives, daggers, kunai, and other assorted blades falls out onto the ground, along with a few pieces of ridiculously elaborate jewelry. As the last of the knives falls out on the floor in a pile about 8' around at the base and 3-1/2' tall, the uniformed man looks back at the camera and says, "What the fuck," before the video stops.
Did I mention that Trump is disguised as an Orangutan (a fashionable one named Clyde), and Tracy as a monster truck?
Meanwhile, Torcuil has been on an enjoyable impromptu date with Death, and has had a delightful time of it all. She's much less intimidating in a hoodie and sweat pants,... and without the skull-face (which is really just a mask that goes with the cloak) she's a pretty down to earth chick,... who goes around and collects the souls of the dead vocationally. They walk together through town after a lovely meal, returning to Trump Tower.
Stix and Snek are likewise returning to the Tower, having located Stix' prized dagger from the previous encounter/scrimmage with Thez.
Elsewhere, an adorable filly adds more sticks to her bundle. A statue of Alex Jones sits in the tower, looking very sad. A Yak is busy putting the Gestapo and the Generals through some martial training drills. Thez however,....
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>>62807
Back in the comfier section of the underground lair, Thez waits for a response, statement, or question from Infernius or Tracy. As Lenos has beeh placated, that means the situation with Kiynen has been resolved. That hasn't played out yet, but we'll just assume it has. Kiynen has learned to adopt the shape of an early-20's female and has done so, and Torcuil will be on scene trying to process what he's just seen.
Back in the comfier section of the underground lair, Thez waits for a response, statement, or question from Infernius or Tracy. As Lenos has beeh placated, that means the situation with Kiynen has been resolved. That hasn't played out yet, but we'll just assume it has. Kiynen has learned to adopt the shape of an early-20's female and has done so, and Torcuil will be on scene trying to process what he's just seen.
>>62813
"There's nothing left. Everything is gone,everything that was built has been taken or destroyed. Port Barry is a ruined wasteland. Sparintenar has been wiped off the planet and Cardishore has turned into a signpost. The whole world has been remade in the image and design of George Soros. This, this here is all that is left."
"There's nothing left. Everything is gone,everything that was built has been taken or destroyed. Port Barry is a ruined wasteland. Sparintenar has been wiped off the planet and Cardishore has turned into a signpost. The whole world has been remade in the image and design of George Soros. This, this here is all that is left."
>>62818
"I said ENO,..." she begins to yell, starting to reach back for a strike. After a long and drawn out pause she chuckles "You're such an idiot. First for thinking I would allow such a thing to happen, and second for thinking that's what I'd be worried about right now."
"I said ENO,..." she begins to yell, starting to reach back for a strike. After a long and drawn out pause she chuckles "You're such an idiot. First for thinking I would allow such a thing to happen, and second for thinking that's what I'd be worried about right now."
>>62826
"Thats a question I'll answer once I find something for us to eat. I should be back before too long. Try not to wander too far, you might get lost." she <whooooof> disappears.
"Thats a question I'll answer once I find something for us to eat. I should be back before too long. Try not to wander too far, you might get lost." she <whooooof> disappears.
>>62828
That question too shall take a while to answer, for asie from catatonic Tracy, Torcuil, and Lenos, he's talking to empy tunnels.
That question too shall take a while to answer, for asie from catatonic Tracy, Torcuil, and Lenos, he's talking to empy tunnels.
*aside
>>62831
Alright, that's where I'm gonna leave the official gaming. Trump, Fae, and Stix are in an unresolved adversarial exchange, Torcuil and Lenos have spoken at length with Kiynen, and Infernius just got left for a moment with Tracy, who is freaked out about what has happened to her precious birbs.
Alright, that's where I'm gonna leave the official gaming. Trump, Fae, and Stix are in an unresolved adversarial exchange, Torcuil and Lenos have spoken at length with Kiynen, and Infernius just got left for a moment with Tracy, who is freaked out about what has happened to her precious birbs.
Sorry about passing out guys.
>>62817
>Pourter-house
Saved for future reference
Torc notes that another seemingly scary entity turns into a normal female.
"I'm not sure how I feel about this future."
And then he remembers
"Well you two got your reunions with the loves of your life's and Tracy didn't need one, so when do I get mine?"
>>62817
>Pourter-house
Saved for future reference
Torc notes that another seemingly scary entity turns into a normal female.
"I'm not sure how I feel about this future."
And then he remembers
"Well you two got your reunions with the loves of your life's and Tracy didn't need one, so when do I get mine?"
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>>62836
He's already been attacked once, I just figured he might want to let the bad guy monologue for a bit.
He's already been attacked once, I just figured he might want to let the bad guy monologue for a bit.
>>62837
>He's already been attacked once
What?
Yeah, he would let the demon spirit monologue, since the spirit may say something that gives insight to the situation
>He's already been attacked once
What?
Yeah, he would let the demon spirit monologue, since the spirit may say something that gives insight to the situation
>>62842
Not really. Basically you go around determining what would de escalate the situation, and then you do something completely different.
Not really. Basically you go around determining what would de escalate the situation, and then you do something completely different.
>>62847
The sound of giggling and departing steps leads off in an alternate direction. The ruined city its self is a mazework of previously (somewhat) intuitive streets and tunnels. In the obvious years since it was first destroyed, it has become a ruined labyrinth of dead ends, broken walls and buildings, and rubble doorways.
The sound of giggling and departing steps leads off in an alternate direction. The ruined city its self is a mazework of previously (somewhat) intuitive streets and tunnels. In the obvious years since it was first destroyed, it has become a ruined labyrinth of dead ends, broken walls and buildings, and rubble doorways.
>>62849
After an increasingly obvious game resembling hide and seek, leading through pathways up through some old buildings, "in here," the voice leads Tracy through an open doorway to a large, flat rooftop with old and unsericeable machinery placed every so often. A loud scraping sound can be heard nearby, and there are large lumps dotting the ground, black and white and gray, almost like half-melted stone that has cooled and re-solidified.
After an increasingly obvious game resembling hide and seek, leading through pathways up through some old buildings, "in here," the voice leads Tracy through an open doorway to a large, flat rooftop with old and unsericeable machinery placed every so often. A loud scraping sound can be heard nearby, and there are large lumps dotting the ground, black and white and gray, almost like half-melted stone that has cooled and re-solidified.
>>62852
I misphrased the description. She would be exiting onto the rooftop, rather than entering from. As she does so, she can see that this is easily the highest building in Durpistan, a large billboard placed over the structure. It is there that the scraping sound is coming from, and upon her appearance there an oversized and ear-piercing <SCREEEEEECH> sound is heard.
I misphrased the description. She would be exiting onto the rooftop, rather than entering from. As she does so, she can see that this is easily the highest building in Durpistan, a large billboard placed over the structure. It is there that the scraping sound is coming from, and upon her appearance there an oversized and ear-piercing <SCREEEEEECH> sound is heard.
>>62854
SKWAAAAAAA
An incredibly oversized form <WHUMP> lands behind Tracy, while the scraping coming from the building intensifies. As Tracy turns, an oversized falcon stands, wings still spread offensively. Behind her, an upside-down head swings down until its level. Both birds open their mouths and tense visibly.
SKWAAAAAAA
An incredibly oversized form <WHUMP> lands behind Tracy, while the scraping coming from the building intensifies. As Tracy turns, an oversized falcon stands, wings still spread offensively. Behind her, an upside-down head swings down until its level. Both birds open their mouths and tense visibly.
... and start om nom noming tracy's mane and tail and body and hooves and ears and everything no lewd gently and affectionately but hyper-energetically.
>>62856
Tracy makes a sound that is indistinguishable between laughing and crying.
She turns to putty for a bit before burying herself between the enormous animals.
"... I.. I.. I'm so sorry...!" she chokes out
Tracy makes a sound that is indistinguishable between laughing and crying.
She turns to putty for a bit before burying herself between the enormous animals.
"... I.. I.. I'm so sorry...!" she chokes out
"I've never seen them act this way before. Bunbun, up!" says a shadowy figure half-way up the billboard. In response, the birb still hanging upside down turns its body and oms the entire creature, and then spits it back out up along its neck.
" something something -everyone else is getting happy reunions. At least I have you"
>"You're a loser"
"Love you too"
>"You're a loser"
"Love you too"
>>62859
>everyone else is getting happy reunions
Trumpaladin's followers were all murdered, their souls annihilated, their corpses animated as zombies, and then impaled upon stakes in a way that mocked their lives and faith
>everyone else is getting happy reunions
Trumpaladin's followers were all murdered, their souls annihilated, their corpses animated as zombies, and then impaled upon stakes in a way that mocked their lives and faith
*hugs bird* (who should be Sam, if I understand)
".... I'm so sorry...!" she says again, her voice trailing off
".... I'm so sorry...!" she says again, her voice trailing off
>>62862
Bunny resumes nomming on Tracy while the shadowy figure reclines and watches her. At length the figure says, "I was told you were vicious."
Bunny resumes nomming on Tracy while the shadowy figure reclines and watches her. At length the figure says, "I was told you were vicious."
*hugs both birdies at once in a feat of cartoonish Earth-pony strength*
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Goodbye...
maybe for a while, maybe forever. Depends if I can stop fucking shit up like always.
maybe for a while, maybe forever. Depends if I can stop fucking shit up like always.
*Wild leprechaun appears and begindms tapdancing*
Stillness echoes throughout Durpistan. A forgotten and long-dead city, it exists now as a haven for those who dare to oppose Soros.
A last haven for those last.
Thez returns, bearing a particularly large lump of recently killed green flesh. "Addy, I need your help" calls out distantly, to the surrounding town.
Meanwhile, as Tracy continues doting on her precious birbs, who she's been separated from (from her persective) for almost a day, and from their perspective has been the better part of a score of years.
The shadow-creature lounging on Bunny perks up at the distant call.
"Gotta go!" it blurts, before almost rolling off the side of Bunny, and in doing so off the side of a building.
Infernius - in the main chamber of the living quarters that were thrown together in this ruins of a city - contemplates the situation. On the one hand, he's not so stupid as to not know or appreciate the gravity of the situation. On the other hand, the Thez that he sees is certainly the Thez that he knows,... but there's more to her now. And then there's that curious shadow-person running around.
Torcuil meanwhile attempts to make sense of the scene he's just witnessed, which if he spoke draconic might have looked like more than a brownie rubbing up against a black dragon,... with a pair of little iguana-sized black dragons to boot,... but I'm sure we'll get to that in time too.
A last haven for those last.
Thez returns, bearing a particularly large lump of recently killed green flesh. "Addy, I need your help" calls out distantly, to the surrounding town.
Meanwhile, as Tracy continues doting on her precious birbs, who she's been separated from (from her persective) for almost a day, and from their perspective has been the better part of a score of years.
The shadow-creature lounging on Bunny perks up at the distant call.
"Gotta go!" it blurts, before almost rolling off the side of Bunny, and in doing so off the side of a building.
Infernius - in the main chamber of the living quarters that were thrown together in this ruins of a city - contemplates the situation. On the one hand, he's not so stupid as to not know or appreciate the gravity of the situation. On the other hand, the Thez that he sees is certainly the Thez that he knows,... but there's more to her now. And then there's that curious shadow-person running around.
Torcuil meanwhile attempts to make sense of the scene he's just witnessed, which if he spoke draconic might have looked like more than a brownie rubbing up against a black dragon,... with a pair of little iguana-sized black dragons to boot,... but I'm sure we'll get to that in time too.
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So after a bit of cleaning and butchering, Thez returns to the main living quarters bearing freshly killed meat. The shadow-person is constantly flanking her, assisting where available, before taking a seat and digging in.
"Ythrak? Again?" the shadow chides.
Thez doesn't respond, and only slightly winces at the retort.
"Ythrak? Again?" the shadow chides.
Thez doesn't respond, and only slightly winces at the retort.
>>62673
"No footBall!" "NeveR!" "Praise Be to Gay marriage"
The mists coil around Trump, assaulting him with their blaphemy.
"No footBall!" "NeveR!" "Praise Be to Gay marriage"
The mists coil around Trump, assaulting him with their blaphemy.
[4d20 = 23]
>>62888
"You shall die for your Blasphemy! Your Siren Song shall be silenced, your winds of globalism shall be forever calmed!"
Trumpaladin swings at the mists in his immediate vicinity. At the mist itself, not at any other known target
>>62888
"You shall die for your Blasphemy! Your Siren Song shall be silenced, your winds of globalism shall be forever calmed!"
Trumpaladin swings at the mists in his immediate vicinity. At the mist itself, not at any other known target
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>>62895
Also, all in all, Killy set up her nest there first. It was the rest of us who decided to stay in the port or at the tower.
Also, all in all, Killy set up her nest there first. It was the rest of us who decided to stay in the port or at the tower.
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[4d20 = 27]
>>62902
"Then I shall cleanse it of Globalism, and erase your law!"
More slashing at air
"Hey! Only I'm allowed to peg Trollestia.
I mean, carry on"
>>62902
"Then I shall cleanse it of Globalism, and erase your law!"
More slashing at air
"Hey! Only I'm allowed to peg Trollestia.
I mean, carry on"
>>62904
Torc didn't know what he was doing.
And Troll must've thought it was a great idea, because she did it twice in the same night.
Torc didn't know what he was doing.
And Troll must've thought it was a great idea, because she did it twice in the same night.
*hugs birdies*
Will y'all be able to play today?
I'd like to explore the situation, after Tracy's done playing with her birds, if she ever gets done...
I'd like to explore the situation, after Tracy's done playing with her birds, if she ever gets done...
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