Perhaps For Love, Or Maybe Justice (A Tokusatsu/Magical Girl Quest)
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Kermie
Surprisingly Not A Frog
- Location
- Somewhere On The Planet
- Pronouns
- He/She/They
If anyone needs more easy Omake fuel while I do some more outlining on my end, I just put down two things that you can write out quickly for some mild EP.
Also, while we're here, check out my Secret Santa story I made for this year's short story contest, though maybe don't talk about who I wrote it for. It's very obvious after a while.
Also, while we're here, check out my Secret Santa story I made for this year's short story contest, though maybe don't talk about who I wrote it for. It's very obvious after a while.
- Location
- Philippines
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Is there a transcript to copypaste and edit over?
Kermie
Surprisingly Not A Frog
- Location
- Somewhere On The Planet
- Pronouns
- He/She/They
Lock in. Lock in. Get it twisted, if you lock in you can do anything.
Get it twisted, your actions impact nothing, your fate is predetermined, the only thing that you can change is your reaction to it.
You can do anything you set your mind to, the world is a playground designed for YOU and only YOU to achieve your highest level ambitions.
If you wait 90 minutes to wake up until you drink your first cup of coffee, nothing can stop you.
If you duct tape your mouth when you fall asleep, nothing can stop you. GET IT TWISTED.
YOU ARE A PAWN IN A UNIVERSE CHESS MATCH. YOU MEAN NOTHING TO GOD (IF THEY EVEN EXIST)
YOU'RE A ROUNDING ERROR.
YOU ARE TWO PENNIES ON A FORTUNE 500 COMPANY'S BALANCE SHEET, THEY DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU IN THE SLIGHTEST. GET IT TWISTED.
EVERYBODY GETS WHAT THEY DESERVE IN THIS LIFE, IF YOU PUT IN EFFORT, YOU CAN ACHIEVE ANYTHING. SUCCESSFUL PEOPLE ARE BETTER PEOPLE. GET IT TWISTED.
THE CIRCUMSTANCES SURROUNDING YOUR BIRTH DETERMINE WHERE YOU ARE GOING TO GO NOTHING ELSE MATTERS AT ALL.
YOUR OWN LEVEL OF EDUCATION, YOUR ATTITUDE, YOUR LEVEL OF EFFORT, YOUR FRIENDS, YOUR NETWORK, YOUR BUSINESS, YOUR CREDENTIALS.
(In case you're wondering, I was imagining one or two of Dokuro, Michiko/Senkesha, Purrson, or Akemi on a bad day saying something like this. The mental image was STRONG.)
Get it twisted, your actions impact nothing, your fate is predetermined, the only thing that you can change is your reaction to it.
You can do anything you set your mind to, the world is a playground designed for YOU and only YOU to achieve your highest level ambitions.
If you wait 90 minutes to wake up until you drink your first cup of coffee, nothing can stop you.
If you duct tape your mouth when you fall asleep, nothing can stop you. GET IT TWISTED.
YOU ARE A PAWN IN A UNIVERSE CHESS MATCH. YOU MEAN NOTHING TO GOD (IF THEY EVEN EXIST)
YOU'RE A ROUNDING ERROR.
YOU ARE TWO PENNIES ON A FORTUNE 500 COMPANY'S BALANCE SHEET, THEY DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU IN THE SLIGHTEST. GET IT TWISTED.
EVERYBODY GETS WHAT THEY DESERVE IN THIS LIFE, IF YOU PUT IN EFFORT, YOU CAN ACHIEVE ANYTHING. SUCCESSFUL PEOPLE ARE BETTER PEOPLE. GET IT TWISTED.
THE CIRCUMSTANCES SURROUNDING YOUR BIRTH DETERMINE WHERE YOU ARE GOING TO GO NOTHING ELSE MATTERS AT ALL.
YOUR OWN LEVEL OF EDUCATION, YOUR ATTITUDE, YOUR LEVEL OF EFFORT, YOUR FRIENDS, YOUR NETWORK, YOUR BUSINESS, YOUR CREDENTIALS.
(In case you're wondering, I was imagining one or two of Dokuro, Michiko/Senkesha, Purrson, or Akemi on a bad day saying something like this. The mental image was STRONG.)
.......Shit, I just got an awesome idea for one of these.
FUCK THAT IDEA IS REALLY PERCOLATING. I NEED REMINDERS OF WHAT "ALTERNATE NAMES" US VOTERS/COMMENTERS HAVE HAD IN THE OMAKES!
Related, but who here would be the one to support shipping two characters first, just in general? Like the kind who would try to get people on their bandwagon?
Make of that somehow being a related question to the NegaQuest omake as you will.
Related, but who here would be the one to support shipping two characters first, just in general? Like the kind who would try to get people on their bandwagon?
Make of that somehow being a related question to the NegaQuest omake as you will.
Morrowlark
You've lost something, haven't you?
I didn't have one before but Yesterduck works out just fine.
And also me, it's me, I'm already biting through leather waiting for my girls to make the shipping weird when they arrive, you've seen them, they're not gonna let this shit go
- Location
- Philippines
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I'd prefer Soaked Divide for mine. It was from another quest.
SolarGemX
The Crystalized Sun
- Location
- Somewhere in the Cosmos
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Well its seems Morrowlark is the afformation ship constructor/sinker soo thats One thing done.
Kermie is usually Piggie but idk if tbat applies here... I think Gonzo was used once?
My alt is usually LunarCrystalY in omakes
Scorpiosting is usually Taurus Kiss.
TrueRealmWalk i dont think has one, I use HonestWorldRunner or just Runner.
Idk any others..
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AshenCross is Soaked Divide per their preference.
Kermie is usually Piggie but idk if tbat applies here... I think Gonzo was used once?
My alt is usually LunarCrystalY in omakes
Scorpiosting is usually Taurus Kiss.
TrueRealmWalk i dont think has one, I use HonestWorldRunner or just Runner.
Idk any others..
Edit:
AshenCross is Soaked Divide per their preference.
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Ok sure. Gonna technically be breaking timestream continuity, as the part I'm thinking about making a NegaQuest for was a sidestroy that came out before you started reading, I believe.
Will do!
Thank you kindly!
Omake: New, Japanese Things (canon)
New
Morrowlark
You've lost something, haven't you?
Don't mind me...
Omake: New, Japanese Things (Extra)
The first thing Trista does after the two of you sleep for TEN THOUSAND YEARS is slap you into your nicest suit (and lose twenty minutes just kinda staring at you) and then drag you to a ramen joint. Now, you're a Michigander, your idea of a hole-in-the-wall is a tiny place "downtown" without a proper entrance which might not have its hours posted right. This is an actual hole in a wall, like, some building rented part of its front space so an old dude could set up a kitchen and a counter space and sell ramen. There are stools. You protest in vain that you've had ramen, real ramen, before, that there's this place down in Adrian that does it up nice (its sister city has been Moriyama, out in Shiga, for longer than even your uncle's been alive), but your complaints fall on deaf ears. Is ramen even breakfast food? Trista does not care. Her ass is not paying attention. Plenty of other people are, though, to the two foreigners dressed up like they're about to hit a high society ball while Trista gabbles on at you in Japanese about what you've been missing out on.
Thank fucking Christ for the translation spell.
You have to admit, it hits different. Maybe it's a New York Bagel kinda situation, something in the water or the ingredients is unique in a way you could only get in Japan; it's both richer and spicier than you were expecting, with a pleasant tingle that warms the part of you that's always, at least a little bit, dead. And the old guy behind the counter, who usually serves locals, is pleased as punch to have a couple foreigners gushing at him, jovially upselling ingredients and complimenting Tristra's gold-and-black dress and asking where the two of you are going this early in the morning, dressed like such princesses.
"We're still deciding," Trista teases coyly.
"She's going to the manga store," you answer flatly, earning yourself a slap on the shoulder. "If she doesn't buy at least one a week the vessel that holds her soul will shatter."
"Rachael!"
"Whose fault is it that you're a lich? Whose? Whose exactly? How's that nine-decade-late fan sequel to Sacrifice coming along you goddamn undead wizard?" The older gentleman gives you a reproachful look, and you smile guiltily. "Sorry, grandfather, American manners. We forget ourselves in the presence of real food."
"Don't let her fool you, this is the Irish part," Trista corrects, seizing the initiative and the last word, which you let her have because holy god this broth -
The two of you end up thoroughly suckered into buying seconds.
"Seriously though," Trista says, turning to you. "C'mon, there's gotta be something you're curious about."
"There's tons I'm curious about, but we do need to bow to the needs of our work schedule," you point. "I can't exactly go hiking through Hokkaido right now, can I?" She opens her mouth and then shuts it with that angry pout she gets when you're right and she knows you're right. "Not to be, you know, American or anything, but I do wanna hit up a bar sometime, try out the Japanese Highball, some real sake, maybe...that thing you mentioned. Do you know any...?"
"...Any Japanese drinks?"
"Dyke bars, Trista, dyke bars - I just said that in front of our host didn't I?"
"You did!" He announces, clapping his hands together. And then he writes something down on a slip of receipt paper and slides it across the 'bar'. "Luckily for a pair of visiting princesses, I am a man with daughters who made me understand that to teach must also be to learn. These are the establishments they've mentioned."
You favor him with a shy little smile. "You're cool, grandfather," you tell him, as you take the slip of paper and pocket it. "You got any other suggestions before I make a dumb tourist of myself?"
He shrugs. "Why be other than as you are? It seems foolish to come to a country for the first time and avoid things simply because its people now take them for granted. Besides, another of my daughters is on the tourism board."
"Why are you making ramen?"
He laughs. "I like making ramen!"
There are a few more ideas bandied about, and then, as the two of you get up to leave, Trista does that thing she does where she zips through a stack of cash - yen, in this case - to count it fucking instantly, and then leaves it on the counter while your host has his back turned. She hurries you away, and you follow, bemused.
"Was that expensive?" you ask, only to be interrupted by Some Manner of emotional yelling from the direction of the ramen stand.
"I may," Trista says primly, "have left enough to buy out his business with. Three times."
"YOUNG LADIES, YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN YOUR MONEY!"
"Bitch, how rich fucking are you?"
Trista waggles her fingers at you. "Trap-filled dungeons to guard my reliquary don't build themselves, Sailor Bathwater."
Omake: New, Japanese Things (Extra)
The first thing Trista does after the two of you sleep for TEN THOUSAND YEARS is slap you into your nicest suit (and lose twenty minutes just kinda staring at you) and then drag you to a ramen joint. Now, you're a Michigander, your idea of a hole-in-the-wall is a tiny place "downtown" without a proper entrance which might not have its hours posted right. This is an actual hole in a wall, like, some building rented part of its front space so an old dude could set up a kitchen and a counter space and sell ramen. There are stools. You protest in vain that you've had ramen, real ramen, before, that there's this place down in Adrian that does it up nice (its sister city has been Moriyama, out in Shiga, for longer than even your uncle's been alive), but your complaints fall on deaf ears. Is ramen even breakfast food? Trista does not care. Her ass is not paying attention. Plenty of other people are, though, to the two foreigners dressed up like they're about to hit a high society ball while Trista gabbles on at you in Japanese about what you've been missing out on.
Thank fucking Christ for the translation spell.
You have to admit, it hits different. Maybe it's a New York Bagel kinda situation, something in the water or the ingredients is unique in a way you could only get in Japan; it's both richer and spicier than you were expecting, with a pleasant tingle that warms the part of you that's always, at least a little bit, dead. And the old guy behind the counter, who usually serves locals, is pleased as punch to have a couple foreigners gushing at him, jovially upselling ingredients and complimenting Tristra's gold-and-black dress and asking where the two of you are going this early in the morning, dressed like such princesses.
"We're still deciding," Trista teases coyly.
"She's going to the manga store," you answer flatly, earning yourself a slap on the shoulder. "If she doesn't buy at least one a week the vessel that holds her soul will shatter."
"Rachael!"
"Whose fault is it that you're a lich? Whose? Whose exactly? How's that nine-decade-late fan sequel to Sacrifice coming along you goddamn undead wizard?" The older gentleman gives you a reproachful look, and you smile guiltily. "Sorry, grandfather, American manners. We forget ourselves in the presence of real food."
"Don't let her fool you, this is the Irish part," Trista corrects, seizing the initiative and the last word, which you let her have because holy god this broth -
The two of you end up thoroughly suckered into buying seconds.
"Seriously though," Trista says, turning to you. "C'mon, there's gotta be something you're curious about."
"There's tons I'm curious about, but we do need to bow to the needs of our work schedule," you point. "I can't exactly go hiking through Hokkaido right now, can I?" She opens her mouth and then shuts it with that angry pout she gets when you're right and she knows you're right. "Not to be, you know, American or anything, but I do wanna hit up a bar sometime, try out the Japanese Highball, some real sake, maybe...that thing you mentioned. Do you know any...?"
"...Any Japanese drinks?"
"Dyke bars, Trista, dyke bars - I just said that in front of our host didn't I?"
"You did!" He announces, clapping his hands together. And then he writes something down on a slip of receipt paper and slides it across the 'bar'. "Luckily for a pair of visiting princesses, I am a man with daughters who made me understand that to teach must also be to learn. These are the establishments they've mentioned."
You favor him with a shy little smile. "You're cool, grandfather," you tell him, as you take the slip of paper and pocket it. "You got any other suggestions before I make a dumb tourist of myself?"
He shrugs. "Why be other than as you are? It seems foolish to come to a country for the first time and avoid things simply because its people now take them for granted. Besides, another of my daughters is on the tourism board."
"Why are you making ramen?"
He laughs. "I like making ramen!"
There are a few more ideas bandied about, and then, as the two of you get up to leave, Trista does that thing she does where she zips through a stack of cash - yen, in this case - to count it fucking instantly, and then leaves it on the counter while your host has his back turned. She hurries you away, and you follow, bemused.
"Was that expensive?" you ask, only to be interrupted by Some Manner of emotional yelling from the direction of the ramen stand.
"I may," Trista says primly, "have left enough to buy out his business with. Three times."
"YOUNG LADIES, YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN YOUR MONEY!"
"Bitch, how rich fucking are you?"
Trista waggles her fingers at you. "Trap-filled dungeons to guard my reliquary don't build themselves, Sailor Bathwater."
Kermie
Surprisingly Not A Frog
- Location
- Somewhere On The Planet
- Pronouns
- He/She/They
Have I mentioned how much I love both slice of life and food enjoyment? Yeah, well now you know.
+50 EXP, +5 EP!
Morrowlark
You've lost something, haven't you?
Thank you, I do try. And I wanted a little slice of how they're like when the situation's a little less stressful and they've had that moment of emotional honesty. Still rude as fuck but, you know. Affectionate.
I mean I just saw this but hey, Homebound_Beast Is a fine negaverse nickname for me.
You can uh, shove the rep of being responsible for allll the nat ones onto me for that universe if need be lmao. Other than that, I'm just probably quipping and speculating on the next possible way we're gonna fuck up. Paranoia is a bastard.
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Kermie
Surprisingly Not A Frog
- Location
- Somewhere On The Planet
- Pronouns
- He/She/They
Fun fact: all Christmas episodes in Kamen Rider are usually very happy and much more like Magical Girl episodes! For an example of this, search up "Kamen Rider Ex-Aid Episode 12"!
Morrowlark
You've lost something, haven't you?
I shall roll.
Kermie
Surprisingly Not A Frog
- Location
- Somewhere On The Planet
- Pronouns
- He/She/They
Perish, this sets up drama later on.
Speaking of drama, Social check!
Bad rolls are good, actually. Drama is fun!
Edit: Just like that, you see?
Edit: Just like that, you see?