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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>>62804You needn't. Pick up when you can. Players are welcome to continue if still available.
>>62807Back 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.
>>62809"Thez has anyone hurt you or your shadowy friends?"
>>62810*heals serious wounds on arm*
>>62810She tilts her head at the absurd question. "You've been gone a long time."
>>62811It works at half effectiveness. Something is dampening Hitler's will.
>>62812"Reeeeeeee make me a list!"
>>62812>>62812"Me made a promise, it has been broken. Me am terrible husband and father."
>>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."
>>62815"Me let this happen......"
>>62814>>62816"Now you can it with that shit, porter-house," she says, pointing her finger.
>>62817"Me have failed you, has anyone touched either of you?"
>>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."
>>62820"As long as you safe and with me nothing scares me. Not even that oven bait (((soros)))."
>>62820>>62821"Quit being a faggot," shouts from further on in the facility.
>>62822What did the voice sound like?
"No u!"
>>62823That would require a DC 20 listen check
>>62824"So Ana who is the shadow?"
>>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.
>>62827"So shadow, Do you know who me am?"
>>62828That question too shall take a while to answer, for asie from catatonic Tracy, Torcuil, and Lenos, he's talking to empy tunnels.
>>62829"Me sure wish my doges were here." *sigh*
>>62831Alright, 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-houseSaved 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?"
>>62832Tracy immediately goes to find her birds.
>>62833Glaring "As I recall, you know death's phone number, but you might get a busy signal these days."
>>62834Tracy begins the process of winding through buildings to avoid the zombies below and begin to determine the location of her birds.
>>62835Trumpaladin needs to smite something
>>62836He'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 onceWhat?
Yeah, he would let the demon spirit monologue, since the spirit may say something that gives insight to the situation
>>62835Tracy bites her lower lip and murmurs as she makes her way towards her angels.
>>62744Being Lenos sounds like a lot of fun.
>>62842Not really. Basically you go around determining what would de escalate the situation, and then you do something completely different.
>>62843I just like destroying things.
Is Tracy able to find her birds?
>>62845"You're going the wrong way," says a voice from the shadows behind Tracy.
>>62846"Who's there?" Tracy says with a start
>>62847The 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.
>>62848Tracy follows after the sound, carefully.
>>62835"I can't find a damn phone. Probably wouldn't get any service anyway"
>>62849After 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.
>>62851Tracy enters the building cautiously, stepping around what-sounds-like-poo
>>62852I 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.
>>62853*ears perk*
"Sam?! Bunny?!" Tracy calls out, her voice a mixture of relief and confusion
>>62854SKWAAAAAAA
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.