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Battle Action Harem Highschool Side Character Quest (No SV, you are the Waifu)

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You know I was just re-reading some of this and came up with an idea,
While it is combat inefficient to keep our biology turned on permanently what about temporarily.
To summarise the idea is pretty much turning on our biological things on special days like birthdays and Christmas. (If Anna even remembers how to do those)
 
Sounds like a compromise that would have been proposed at the time and was probably shot down for IC narrative reasons. But I'd have to re read the thread to know.
Something that obvious wouldn't just be something we didn't consider.
 
Temporarily turning it on and off was discussed, I was just reading through the thread yesterday (or I guess today, it was at 4AM because this damn story was just too good to put the phone down).

The main argument against it was that constantly turning your biological functions on and off would have severe repercussions, and the GM kind of round-about confirmed it by saying that while it would be a valid path, it would have it's own significant long-term effects rather than simply being the best of both worlds.
 
Is the Seosan town that Anna helps repair in Post 18 the same as the Seosan city that exists IRL?

Accounting for Impact and everything else that's happened to it in the interim, I mean.
 
I bet my floatstone that the pre-Impact X-mas celebrations didn't involve setting out milk and cookies for the X-Mas Valkyrie.
 
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Omake - FreakOTU - Happy Seventeenth
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    • A friend pointed me at this thread. I'm reading through one page at a time, but I did have a small moment to write, this winter season.

    As far as anyone's concerned, this is non-canon.

    ~~~~~

    Eyes opened reflexively, though a command to turn on the lights was aborted before it was fully formed.

    The softness of the blankets pressing against her was a balm to memories that slipped and slid to and fro, a query for the date revealing that she had requested this one day of the year as personal; no classes, no duties, nothing.

    Slipping out of the blankets, the impeller field hazed back into place around her, another command ordering the bathtub to prepare itself. Something, unbidden, appended a request for bubbles. How long had it been?

    A gnawing voice in the back of her mind reminded of all the times she had been forced to set the day aside, fighting, protecting, healing. How she could never afford to let her guard relax, even for only a few moments, because Too Late. toolatetoolatetoolate.

    A blur at the corner of her sight. Durga's not warning her. Why not? Threat? Unknown. Possible threat. Act to stop threat.

    Turning towards the blur, frame already manifesting, sparks and motes of light flaring around her, HV guns protruding from forearm vambrace, before the image resolved as a hologram on the wall.

    Two adults. Man. Woman. Familiar. Memories unbidden as Durga made the image move, forgotten voices singing, off-key, but happy.

    "Happy Birthday, Anna."

    Slumping to the floor of her room cloaked in pre-dawn darkness, on the day of her Seventeenth Birthday, Anna dissolved into hot, helpless tears, grieving for the ones closest to her.
     
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    • FreakOTU said:
    A friend pointed me at this thread. I'm reading through one page at a time, but I did have a small moment to write, this winter season.

    As far as anyone's concerned, this is non-canon.

    ~~~~~

    Eyes opened reflexively, though a command to turn on the lights was aborted before it was fully formed.

    The softness of the blankets pressing against her was a balm to memories that slipped and slid to and fro, a query for the date revealing that she had requested this one day of the year as personal; no classes, no duties, nothing.

    Slipping out of the blankets, the impeller field hazed back into place around her, another command ordering the bathtub to prepare itself. Something, unbidden, appended a request for bubbles. How long had it been?

    A gnawing voice in the back of her mind reminded of all the times she had been forced to set the day aside, fighting, protecting, healing. How she could never afford to let her guard relax, even for only a few moments, because Too Late. toolatetoolatetoolate.

    A blur at the corner of her sight. Durga's not warning her. Why not? Threat? Unknown. Possible threat. Act to stop threat.

    Turning towards the blur, frame already manifesting, sparks and motes of light flaring around her, HV guns protruding from forearm vambrace, before the image resolved as a hologram on the wall.

    Two adults. Man. Woman. Familiar. Memories unbidden as Durga made the image move, forgotten voices singing, off-key, but happy.

    "Happy Birthday, Anna."

    Slumping to the floor of her room cloaked in pre-dawn darkness, on the day of her Seventeenth Birthday, Anna dissolved into hot, helpless tears, grieving for the ones closest to her.
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    Enjoying it one page at a time is important.
     
    FreakOTU said:
    A friend pointed me at this thread. I'm reading through one page at a time, but I did have a small moment to write, this winter season.

    As far as anyone's concerned, this is non-canon.

    ~~~~~

    Eyes opened reflexively, though a command to turn on the lights was aborted before it was fully formed.

    The softness of the blankets pressing against her was a balm to memories that slipped and slid to and fro, a query for the date revealing that she had requested this one day of the year as personal; no classes, no duties, nothing.

    Slipping out of the blankets, the impeller field hazed back into place around her, another command ordering the bathtub to prepare itself. Something, unbidden, appended a request for bubbles. How long had it been?

    A gnawing voice in the back of her mind reminded of all the times she had been forced to set the day aside, fighting, protecting, healing. How she could never afford to let her guard relax, even for only a few moments, because Too Late. toolatetoolatetoolate.

    A blur at the corner of her sight. Durga's not warning her. Why not? Threat? Unknown. Possible threat. Act to stop threat.

    Turning towards the blur, frame already manifesting, sparks and motes of light flaring around her, HV guns protruding from forearm vambrace, before the image resolved as a hologram on the wall.

    Two adults. Man. Woman. Familiar. Memories unbidden as Durga made the image move, forgotten voices singing, off-key, but happy.

    "Happy Birthday, Anna."

    Slumping to the floor of her room cloaked in pre-dawn darkness, on the day of her Seventeenth Birthday, Anna dissolved into hot, helpless tears, grieving for the ones closest to her.
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    Durga, this is where you reveal that you've been brute forcing and reverse-engineering a successful emulation of Anna's parents based on their behavioral profiles and the sensor data you took off of their corpses while Anna was burying them. Right?

    Durga?

    Durga?
     
    Durga is... not so cruel. She will not force Anna into a make believe world where everything is alright, even for a second.

    But to remind her that her parents loved her? Yes, she will do that.

    How else will she recover?
     
    Well, there's this tiny problem that part of the holes that is Anna's memories, her parents are included among those she's missing.

    Also, to avoid derail:
    "Type 2 Bohr/Einstein Exotic Wave Force projection"
    Does Type 2 here means a second type or Type 2 as in the AG?
    The former means someone have Type 1 Wave Force, the latter means eating T2 (theoretically) would give us interesting result.
     
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