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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>>62751Hey. Trumpaladin lost not one, but
two waifus. So if anyone should be in a state of mourning....
>>62754Tracy hasn't been aggressive thus far, just visibly annoyed.
>>62755Slovenia could take care of herself.
So Infernius and Tracy have the opportunity to interject. Trump, Stix, and Fae are an unresolved element.
>>62761Dialogue, comments, w/e. Hopefully not blowing up like Infernius did.
>>62762Blowing up? Im not mad. "Thez honey me am confused to what going on, please dont be angry. Me didnt choose to leave."
>>62763Firestorm counts as blowing up
"See?" Thez replies.
>>62764It can go on throughout the week. Nothing will advance
>>62766"Not you," Thez glares. "We'll get to you."
[1d20+3 = 5]>>62768Thez, in spite of the complete seriousness of the situation, the extreme amount of time, and the unanswered questions and such that remain, starts giggling uncontrollably and pulls out a black marker and begins doodling on Tracy's face. Rolling Crafting check.
>didn't actually go to bed 'cuz insomnia
*Wakes up momentarily*
"Reeeeeee! Your drawing sucks!"
*Collapses once more*
Its a crude drawing, but it does its job. Tracy has a benis on a face.
And for a moment, Thez looks at Infernius, with a glint of that knowingly-innocent daring she used to have. Then her expression darkens. "I have alot of questions."
>>62772>>62771*walks over and motions to hand me the marker with a mishevious grin*
This begins a rapid dialogue period. For example, Thez would ask about the lack of aging and they would naturally disclose that they're as normal, and Thez would then detail "uhm, its been 15 years. Lots has changed."
Also a drawing on Tracy's face period.
>>62775*draws a swatika over her left eye*
>>62774"FFFFFF FIFTEEN YEARS?"
"Mein GOTT,what happend to everything!
*look of sudden realization*
"Thez you dont look so pregnant anymore, how long is a dwelf pregnancy?"
"
>>62777*boops back shadows*
>>62778Boops stone.
"I've had plenty of time to think about it. You were completely detectable, I was almost to you and suddenly you and by all accounts everyone was gone. Without a trace. This world has been,... different with everyone gone." she says, looking downward.
"What she means is that shit's fucked six ways from sunday!" chortles from the shadows, drawing a glare from Thez.
>15 years
Reeeee! The birdies could have grandkids by now for all I know! Reeeeeee!
>>62779*points at the direction of the shadow*
"You watch your mouth, and come let me get a look at you."
>>62781You mean with the un-shattered shoulder?
>tfw your tulpa grows so big it buds off into a third dissasocative identity
>>62780"Where are my birds?!" Tracy cries autistically, a bit too loudly for comfort
>>62782No he uses his broken one through force of will.
>>62785"Ha you totally sounded like a pepe."
>>62788Hitler dubs confirm animals are important.
[1d20 = 1]>>62786Rolling concentration check
>>62785Tracy's nervous freak-out scares the shadows half to death, which retreat immediately into themselves.
Infernius' arm hangs with a sickening chug. The shadows start laughing hysterically, while Thes starts giggling despite efforts to withhold laughter.
[1d20 = 16]>>62792Tracy is visibly losing it.
"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
Rolling Intimidate
>>62792*mumbles*"fucking dice"
"Heh, you come here though the horse is just autistic."
>>62797"Your birds are fine. They're nesting in the upper reaches of the city," Thez scoffs at Tracy.
[1d20+25 = 32]
Sleight of Hoof to wipe away tears streaming down face.
>>62798"F-f-f-fifteen years...!" Tracy chokes out, clearly beside herself
Tracy makes a movement to leave the tunnel.
>>62801She makes her way towards the upper spire
"Excuse me for a moment," Thez <whooooof>.... <whoooof>"Alright, the main hall should clearer than its been in months."
She grabs Tracy's shoulder, and Infernius' hanging arm. Tapping a thin greyed chain running across the floor <whooooof> the group is returned to the earlier chamber where Lenos has been temporarily placated with a small barrel of ale.
Okay, now I seriously can't go on....!
*Dies from exhaustion*