“Oh that doesn’t seem great.” said Levi.
“Well you did actually almost die that time so maybe the siege weapon thingy is the least of your worries.” said Martyn.
Their speech patterns have now diverged.
Nix is still flying around. He might have hit a bird on accident at one point. Or not.
“Yeah..”
“I’m sorry.. but, if they actually end up using that thing, then none of will get to live anyway”
Penda gets up onto her feet
i’m also gonna roll to see if i feel the weight of the pocket dirt from when i was unconcious
@discobot roll 1d20
4
Penda does not notice the pocket dirt
its pretty light dirt
not only is it dirt cheap (it cost the government a million lira) its also dirt light!
why would rin do this
Martyn sighed. “And uh now Penda, I’m sorry to tell you but we’ve received a request of sorts. A quest. A commission. A task. Whatever.”
He gave you a look. “Do you want to stay behind or do you want to get back out there? Your choice. Its up at the Academy. A certain Dr Mahn needs our help with some thugs who broke in.”
“Uhhh why is a gang of Michael Jackson cosplayers in the school?”
“And that person i fought- said he was part of the SOU, something bigger than the ABF”
“We fought, and he called himself an ‘angel’ too, fifth choir, i don’t really know what he was even on about, just how they are Tyrants..”
“I’ll help, i- i’m not strong enough still, it felt like i had a fighting chance, like i might have one, but then- it was just like i blacked out at the end” (cause the guy kept rolling shit and ended it with a crit)
“I’ll help with whoever those thugs are-”
“Look your guess is as good as mine. Who’s Michael Jackson.”
“Neat. I’m not sure who’s going yet, but lets do this thing.”
Rin is the one pulling the strings. Don’t you get it? Light curse. Light. Angels. Angellic light. It’s all connected, this was foreshadowed since before chapter 1 started! We have to find Rin and put an end to it before it’s too late!
Yeah like rin would be the…
um.
On second thought, could you delete this one Drim.
“yesss… the fourth wall grows ever thinner”
He’s your alt account, you delete it
he changed the password
2034 is only 3 digits away from 1984. The Big DM is trying to silence me. I won’t be silenced. Not after all the time I spent reading between the lines.
randomness is such a good DM
I can’t, but I can do this.