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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... 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.
>>62856Tracy 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"
>>62858Tracy lets out another hysterical sigh, chuckling a bit as relief washes over her.
>>62859>everyone else is getting happy reunionsTrumpaladin'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
>>62858Tracy looks towards the figure on Bunny.
"Who are you?" she says between sniffs
>>62862Bunny resumes nomming on Tracy while the shadowy figure reclines and watches her. At length the figure says, "I was told you were vicious."
>>62864Tracy's merry expression turns serious momentarily
"You were told right. What's it to you?"
>>62865*expression melts in seconds as bunny's nomming tickles her*
*hugs both birdies at once in a feat of cartoonish Earth-pony strength*
>>62871Got a full pic? I'd prefer to crop it myself on second thought.
Goodbye...
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.
>>62882Your're surprised? He spent like a week or more absent,....
>>62885Hey, don't you be mean to Spike and,... the other one which doesn't have a name yet.
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.
>>62673"
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
>>62885It's not like anyone was living there in the first place.
>>62890There were
going to be people there, if we could have rebuilt it
>>62894Infernius and I were going to.
>>62895Also, 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.
>>62896The agreement was she would go to the ocean. Durpistan was an after-though side-stop
>>62895So I am I banned from having any part in it?
>>62897>BannedNobody said that.
>PlanFuck plans.
I like having Kiynen around.
>>62898>>62898So long as we get to also keep around a certain fun-loving Celestial Charger as well
>>62899If the cunt will show up.
Some charger, letting her forest get burned to the ground.
>>62900She probably just use another innocent pony as bait before running from the demons.
[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" >>62901To be honest, that was me
>>62904Torc 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.
>>62906She did the same thing before the invasion with Ponimaru.
Must be a favorite trick of hers.
>>62902I think the spirit of gayness is trying to speak in code now.
>fooL>bE>laW>cleanseD >>62909Freaking demons and their acronym riddles...
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...
>>62887Ythraks are awesome.
They don't look that tasty though..
>>62903HOW DOES HE FAIL TO HIT AIR!
>>62913Because fuck you that's how