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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>>61771On the ship with the rest of us, headed you way fast
Is Tracy/Brad still in disguise?
>>61769I do not know. Trumpaladin is wait for That Bitch to respond and to lead us to the knives - if they are still there - herself
>>61775Brad is, but That Bitch unambiguously knows it is Trumpaladin. I am less sure if she knows Tracy is Tracy. She acts like she does not, but I am unsure
>>61766Infernius did, in a dream
>>61771On the airship, which is essentially arriving at Cardashil, after a brief stop at Sparintenar where they had to determine that Infernius, Tracy and Trump weren't there, and where they went.
>>61773Real sleep, or character sleep?
>>61775Yes. They're currently at the reception desk where one would otherwise retrieve their belongings, except when Tracy and Trump entered and asked, the short guy in robes got all scared and awkward. No one picked up on it, they thought that was normal, and so they sat there waiting, while the short fellow in the robe, who was the same illusionist who pulled a fast on in the temple, was able to stall and allow his accomplices to escape. Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego.
[Read more] I'm only barely conscious, tbh...
>>61779Can you throw ice water on yourself to keep going? Or do you think you will be ok?
>>61778To the Bitch
"Well you want to search the warehouse and assess the damage?"
>not stabbing every NPC first and asking questions laterAnd you call yourselves murder hobos.
>>61781"I want to check things out anyway."
>>61778Character sleep, you aren't getting rid of me that easy
>>61782Trumpaladin appears anxious. It's not abnormal, but he is definitely anxious
"Go ahead, little pony. If the Lady allows you anyways. I need to get to Infernius"
>>61785Fucking rude.
But not tonight, I'll fucking chug caffeine if I have too
>>61790Like in the next bed?
Did we forget to tell you the airship has beds?
Tracy follows That Bitch.
>>61791Yep. You guys forgot. I was picturing those hammocks and Stix would be on the floor next to him. But a bed works nice. He takes a bed nearby.
>>61794Or rather, is the entrance to the warehouse visible?
>>61795We need to get better at telling you things.
"Night Hoers"
>>61798“Sleep well meme magician.”
*looks around awkwardly as faggot tries to make sense of things*
[1d20+20 = 34]>>61800*Picks up pony to cradle*
>>61801I thought he left?
*Tries to read through thread*
>tfw when i just lost 20 pounds of hair.
>>61805Sorry for being so long.
I had to get the knots out and my dad was on the pc.
>>61805Nah it's fine, hair can be a bit of a bitch.
>>61809I meant that for
>>61806Also, before we start...
Hi /overboard/, sorry about the
>rape >>61810If you are reading this join us you faggots.
I'm getting ready to pass out...
>>61812Darn it. Well, goodnight. See you next time
>>61813>>61812Drink some coffee you faggot.
>>61812Night faggot, see ya later
I'll lurk for a bit longer.
>>61816Drink some coffee you faggot.
>>61816>>61812Trumpaladin starts rocking the pony back and forth, and nuzzles the pony
>>61818*Faggot trades life-span to muster up the energy for one last post*
*Sits*
>>61821REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
>>61819Today especially, and entirely in spite of every intention, careful plan, and expressive and meticulous agenda, I has those feels.
>>61778First off, I wasn't paying attention at first because I was busy enjoying my Tracy impression.
Second, it's super subtle at first. This guy is at work and not paying attention on his phone when he's approached by a VIP and two other people. There's a description that when he looks up he is "confused" and "his face flashes for a moment with alarm." But the very next words are "while That Bitch is impatiently looking at her own ID." The logical conclusion is that he looked up and saw that the woman who owns his boss is present, and he was embarrassed as fuck for being on his phone and playing around while at work. I can tell you that many times I've been on my phone at work, heard the voice of a supervisor, and been scared as all fuck because I've been caught wasting time on my phone. You have a strong tendency to portray low level worker NPCs as incompetent boobs (especially anyone near the saw mill), and there's not really a reason to think the $10 an hour workers of Cardishill would be any better. So when the guard acts nervous for being caught not paying attention in the presence of his boss's boss, there's nothing at all bizarre, especially when the behavior is just 2 adjectives in two posts.
In the next post, the guy's behavior is less subtle and kind of out of the ordinary
after an intimidation check is made against him. I made the post "Rolling to intimidate... 'Give. Me. My. Knives.'" And in response to this the guy is "visibly panicked" and later "audibly gulps." Well no shit he's visibly panicked, he's just been intimidated in the post that post was a response to. What else are low level NPCs supposed to do in response to intimidation checks of 20 except be intimidated? Especially since he's just been caught fucking around on the job in the presence of his boss. So yeah, of course he's going to panic and gulp while he displays his incompetence in completing a basic task in front of both his boss's boss and a very intimidating rogue.
"We'll get 'em next time"
Trumpaladin leaves the rogue to look for clues or her knives or whatever can be recovered from the situation, while Trumpaladin kindly asks the Lady to lead him to Infernius
[Read more] >>61824>>61778Reason number 4:
Of course the scene was super long and dragged out. You explained earlier that you wanted to wait for Tracy's Faggot for some scenes. So it made sense that you'd drag out the process of getting the knives back in hopes that TF showed up by the time we got to it, since TF is the one who wanted the knives.
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