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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>>62653Stix was carried along with Trump
>>62651Don't forget Stix, Trumpaladin, and Fae are investigating the city
>>62653Are we done for the night?
>>62656My bad, I wasn't sure.
"
WhO DareS?" whisper/echoes across the finally and blessedly still field of Football.
>>62657Oh no, I just downed a 24oz energy drink, and I have one on reserve.
>>62659Thats what i love to hear, grabs coca cola
>>62659'kay. Awaiting wall of text
[grumbles quietly about unfriendly reunion]
>>62658"It is I, The Paladin of Trump, along with Stix and my mount Fae. I am the former proprietor of this location. These were my men - great men they were. We have come to investigate this hellish future"
Eerie spikes still dot the field, themselves mirroring the field positions of actual Football players in a grotesque pantomime, the whole thing a disgusting mockery of Football, a chillness beyond atmospheric conditions blows over the field, the air immediately turning into a vaporous fog.
"S...S...Gay marriage...."
>Gay marriage Gay marriage Gay marriage
echoes continuously around Trump, Stix, and Fae.
>>62663Trumpaladin looks out to the heavens, and utters a prayer in thanks to the god known as "Pupperwoff."
He says to the voice:
"You have no power here on these consecrated and holy grounds!"
\r
>>62665"
WhaaT Is ThiiiiiiS" the voice whispers over the field.
"
This was once a field of the Truncated Icosahedron. But clearly to speak of it directly has been infringed. Gay marriage is forbidden.
HOW IS THIS SO> Who are YOU"
>mfw Sam and Bunny are either dead or all grown-up
>Tracy only got to spend a month with them
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
>>62666"I am he who fights for and spreads Football! I seek to bring an end to all such blasphemy. I see you have stumbled upon a pact I made with a god of the game world.
I am a servant of Elway, and a spreader of righteousness. You attempt to speak blasphemy. Now, repent!"
Theres a certain sport, pertaining to the truncated icosahedron, that the literal use of the word will result in the term Gay marriage being posted, on /vx/ if not the board as a whole. As such, and I'm kekking my ass off typing this, Tracy will have to build a cult dedicated to Gay marriage, and attempt to get Gay marriage to rival Football, which can never be. Have you heard? You might think that the Bird is the word, but you'd be wrong. Dead Wrong.
The word is a name, and that name is John Elway. And do you think John Elway will permit Gay marriage to rival Football?
>>62668“Something tells me this... whatever it is, won’t repent.”
Stix readies his bow
[1d20 = 10]>>62668"
ElwaY, Foootbaaaaalll," the voice whispers.
"[o}TherE Is nO FootbalL HerE!" is shouted from Trump's right. "ElwaY Has beeN BanisheD!"
A hissing sound fills the air as the opportunistic attack was totally ineffective
>>62669So much this
"Spirit, if ye be of the devilish ball, then I shall have to banish you to the place where all of you damned hippies infesting Denver keep going from - San Fransisco. Which is almost as bad as Seattle, which where the Seahawks come from. Which is worse than the inside of the belly button of a particularly obese woman standing in line in front of you at walmart taking too damn long to use her cupons. Like damn it, just pay for the damn prego sauce! It's a few cents at most! Any ways, you'd best renounce your devil ball or I shall show you the light and truth of Elway more forcibly!"
>>62671"YOU LIE! Elway may never be bannished!"
>>62670whispers"Do you think it's possible they sealed off Football from this dimension the way Soros had been sealed off?"
Trumpaladin is worried
>>62673So glorious is his face
The mist swirls around Trump, Stix, and Fae, whispering: "
Oh yeS, ThiS WorlD Has beeN CleanseD of FootbalL. As iT ShoulD bE."
So, what does Thez say?
I'm getting ready to pass out...
>>62675"You can never banish Football from the hearts of Americans you globalist Demon!"
Trumpaladin holds Vanderiem almost like a Baseball bat ready to swing, which comes from another important American sport, specifically extracting gambling debts from working class men who borrowed from the Mafia by breaking their legs - an American tradition that came from Sicily originally
>>62674“But Football is all... and who is Soros again?”
>>62675“Looks like you missed a spot fiend.”
>>62669Wait, I'm confused now.
Am I supposed to do something?
>>62676Upon arriving at a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles-esque, Subway hideout, passing several gates and traps that require abstract thinking and which immediately murder stupid reactions. She leads the procession in silence, the whole time the group is flanked by 2 shadows, darting and flowing along the surrounding environment.
>>62678"It's quite a history lesson and I think we have a pressing matter on our hands. Expect hostile fiends"
>>62679Nah, GM just found the word filter and is reveling in how damn funny it is
>>62680Tracy follows suit, abandoning Torc and Lenos to Killy.
>>62684As soon as he he tries to reach out in any way, and he so would at any opportunity, she slaps his hand away angrily. Think Fiona in Shrek, is it 3 or 4? The one where Shrek didn't exist.
>>62685*Feels sad for not having a lady to nuzzle anymore*
>>62686Shrek 4
>>62687Wait im confused i thought infernious was getting his hands slapped not lenos
>>62686*begrudgingly accepts no ass grabbing for now*
>>62688It's Infernius.
Lenos still has to answer to Kiynen.
>>62691She's probably gonna wanna' know why he didn't answer any of her texts...
>>62691Good luck, we'll both need it.
"What's the meaning of this?" Stopping finally, she spins on the group. She's still wearing something of a fighting outfit, but its in horrible disrepair and alot of its materials are patch-work. Beyond that she looks more in her late 20's than the previous presentation of Thez the party has known. She has, I should mention, only grown 2", now to 4'4".
>>62694"I could ask you the same thing." Tracy barks back, gritting her teeth
"Just what the fuck happened to this place?"
>>62695Her face betrays the realization that a lot of time has in fact passed
"Or rather, what the fuck happened to us...?" she trails off, her tone fading
>>62695"This place? What the fuck happened to YOU?! How long has it been? 10 years? 20?" Outrage, clearly visible, glancing at Infernius all the while, gauging his reactions most specifically.
>>62697"Me dont really understand whats going on, one minute me was surrounded by bodies, then the next me was with friends and me was happy to see them, but then me realized most important person to me wasn't there. So me came to find you."
>>62699Is broken but
>>62700 still says without batting an eye.
>>62699>>62701"Me so happy to see you!"
*hugs more refined ana*
>>62699>a 20Trumpaladin, away from the demon-elf, takes his chances with the heathen-wind
>>62699F U G
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I didn't even know you could sunder arms...