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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Those people needed me. And now they are all gone. We've got to get back to the past as stop the 'Zionists.' If they can dsend us forwards, we can go back. Damn Court City must have been in on it. Speaking of horses, have you heard of a 'Felicia' or 'Slovenia' or 'Trollestia'?"
Upon hearing that first line, Tracy cannot suppress her laughter.
*Laughs in pent-up relief*
She brightens for a moment at the mention. "Yes,... but they've been gone a long time. They were my friends."
"Wha... what happened to them?"
Thez shakes her head at this question, indicating that she knows but will not say, not in front of Addy.
"I,... don't know. Trolly was here a while ago, but she had to leave. Regina and Felicia left long before, saying they had "business". What is this "business" that ppl keep saying?"
"I see.... So of everyone I met, everyone. Felicia, Regina, all of my Generals, everyone in the Port. Baz. Everyone in Sparintenar. Everyone is gone, but the Bitch Dragon not only survived, but reproduced?"
Trumpaladin moves over to place a hand on Fae
"Addy, why don't you go and wash up, let me talk to our guests."
She exaggerates a beleaguered posture while slumping toward the door.
"You guys will still be alive when I wake up right?" Addy asks hopefully, just before the door.
"I have one quick question, has Death ever stopped by to see me or has she been kept busy by Soros?">"That's your question?"
"To be honest I've only got Her and you guys to worry about.">"You fucking NEET"
"I'm sorry, I am not good around children. Fae seems to like her though"
"I'll try!">"Nice kid"
"I always knew you had a soft spot"
"Who can say? Though I am sure that Soros is keeping Death rather busy given the degree of degradation and decay this world is experiencing. You,... 'joined' at the worst possible time.">>63044
Addy looks at Thez, saddened. "Okay...."
T>"He doesn't mean it DD, this is hard for him too."
"Pffft, I'll be fine." Tracy says, reclining on Sams chest
She brightens at this. "Kay!" and then rushes through the door, effectively leaving the scene.
"Please excuse her,... she's been frightfully sheltered her whole life," Thez offers half-assedly.
"But everything I told you is true. Felicia is Soros' private painter, tasked with - and compelled to - mutilate herself to supply paint for yet another portrait. Regina has been tasked with skinning herself, to provide suitably fine leather for Soros' private wardrobe. Oh, they're both charmed to survive the daily ordeal,... physically that is." she sobs a bit at this.
Tracy appears bewildered and angered
"Sk-skin herself?! What the fuck?!"
Revealing her broken emotional and mental status, Thez crumbes, her legs giving way beneath her. "Welcome,... to my world," she says, sobbing uncontrollably.
Trumpaladin is very uncertain, but he steps forward, and places a hand on Thez's shoulder
"We've got to undo this. Or at least stop it from escaping this world"
"... yes, and I hear she does so with the same diligence that she ran the mill with."
Regaining her feet. "So this is where we're at. The world is destroyed, under the thumb of arguably the most oppressive tyrant ever imagined. Everything that was good has been destroyed. Everything that everyone worked for," she says, looking to each person in turn, "is gone. Soros set his wrath upon the world,... but evidently that's not enough for him," she says, wiping her face.
"Tough girl..." Tracy says grimly
Tracy hangs her head in a brief pause.
Torc falls on his knees, tears falling from his face.
"I... I brought" >sob
"I bought her here"
"We've been able to hole up here for years, but recently Addy snuck out and was detected. They," she says gesturing inparticularly, "know there is more going on here than me and Kiynen. To what degree, I don't know, but you've seen the welcoming committee."
Stix goes to comfort Torc
For the better part of a minute, Trumpaladin is silent.
He starts again:
"You say they started the mining activity recently?"
"Yes, with great fervor."
"What... What have I done?"
Torc silently vows to personally save Felicia.
"Where... Is Troll?"
"I don't know. She hasn't been here for months, and then it was a short stop. The forests and the natural lands have been under as much a siege as the populated centers. Anything, anyone that doesn't bend to Soros is punished. I can't imagine that she fared any better than most."
"He's planning to conquer more worlds, isn't he?"
"I can't imagine any other purpose, this world is in ruin."
If he's like the real Soros's, he'll try to dissolve the boundaries between the planes themselves.
Torc stands up
"I need a minute"
Snek slithers over to curl up around Stix's
"There's booze," Thez offers half-jokingly.
Tracy, silent, looks down at the sea of lizards and corpses.
Steeling herself. "However. Since you're all here now, there's still a chance."
*Ears-dishes rotate towards her*
"I'm listening." Tracy says, still peering down at the carnage.
Trumpaladin reaches out for someone to pet or hold onto, to calm himself down
Snek is listening and relaying the information to Torc.>"We'll get her buddy, and I'll be with you every step of the way.">"Faggot"
>>63075>grabs a pussy
Kidding, but I thought I'd throw it in there for humor.>>63074
"Well, now we know - to a degree - what happened to everyone, but we don't know why, or how. We can assume that someone amongst those deemed 'unfavorable' had a hand in it. There,... exists magic that can,... undo the overwhelming majority of this,... but it will be exceedingly difficult."
Tread reaching critical posts.
Also, it's giving Lenos a hard time.
Use the "Last 50 posts" button
I like to back read too sometimes...
After silence, Trumpaladin responds almost mechanically
"The unfavorable? I had figured the Court City Official must have done this... They removed us from the timeline just as we were trying to Purge them from Cardishore"
"No, they're not that powerful. Until today, I'd have thought that nothing but a devil was that powerful. I was wrong, but still, therein lies our chance. A devil is
that powerful," she says somberly.
"I think I recall you once said that the Golden Lady - or someone in the Abyss - owed you a favor?"