You are Ensign Francesca Lucchini, and you are very confused (and somewhat afraid) right now...
Perils of the Pantsless Planeswalker [Strike Witches / MtG / Crossovers Everywhere, My God]
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Inter-VersaLoli
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Violation of Rule Six
You are Ensign Francesca Lucchini, and you are very confused (and somewhat afraid) right now.
For some reason, you've ended up in this weird place.
You don't much know where 'here' is, only that it's a whole mass of nothing. The colours around you don't seem to be any shade you've ever come seen before, and you feel like this mass of nothing is pushing at you on all sides, like you were floating in a great big ocean.
You look down, and are slightly relieved to find your Striker Unit still attached to your legs, and your Browning still in your hands. You're also carrying a few ammo belts with you.
A witch may still be able to use magic without any added stuff, but nobody can say that they're not insanely helpful. You've taken flying and shooting so much for granted, you don't think you'll know what to do in combat without them.
You're not sure how long your Striker lasts without maintenance, but at least you have your trusty Liberion browning, which you are sure can last for a while if you take time to clean it regularly and don't bump it around too much. You think.
Now, how in the world did you get here?
You distinctly remember returning home from a routine patrol of Romagnian airspace. Despite repeated declarations (after you and your friends in the 501st's liberation of your beloved Romagna), that Romagna will now be defended by Romagnians, there were still more than a few foreign witches (your Shirley included) in your home country. Some people are angry about this for some reason. When you asked Shirley about this, she said a bunch of stuff about politics that you quickly forgot about.
You don't really care about those types of things. If you hear any smack talk to your beloved Shirley and her big, bouncy mountaintops, then you'll make sure their pants vanish soon afterwards.
But anyways, you and Shirley came roaring back home as speedily as possible. Your mom (who also dotes on Shirley to the point where it makes you go green-eyed sometimes) promised to make you two pineapple salad when you get home! And anything made by your mom is always amazing.
She would not be surprised if her mom was secretly a witch all along, what with her magic Romagnian mama hands that can shame restaurants that charge $20 a dish, and staffed exclusively with starred chefs.
But you never got the pineapple salad. Instead, an entire pack of Neuroi somehow snuck past several layers of witch patrols, and were now shooting at them from the clouds.
You can't remember exactly how they snuck up on you, but the attack came so suddenly, you didn't even have time to open up your shield.
You saw your Liberion friend take a nasty ray to the shoulder, and another one to her Striker Unit. You saw her fall.
"Shirley!!" you heard yourself screaming. It was probably much louder in your head than outside. Do Neuroi even have ears?
Y-you saw Shirley plummet into the ocean. You may not a lot of things, but you do know that landing in the water isn't anything like it is in the movies. If she doesn't come to her senses in time, then the impact of her hitting the water would be enough to... enough to...
You look up and see the two Neuroi ignoring you for the easier kill.
You scream in rage.
At that moment, you felt your magic much more strongly than you've ever felt before. It wasn't like the warm, tingly feeling that comes with calling your familiar.
No, this feels more... Explodey. It feels like your heart's on fire. No, it's more like, you're made of fire. Gah, your Britannish isn't good enough for this.
Also, you felt... not just worried, but also felt angry and determined and hate and, and and and-
You felt red and green.
You remember gunning down those worthless aliens. They almost took your precious Rome, and now they're going to take your beloved Shirley!
Your bullets tore through their shells at a way faster rate than normal, which you'd notice if you weren't so angry at the time.
And then, you were gone, and was now in this strange place.
...
Plus, you've also started to feel this strange magic.
If you were any less hungry, you would've maybe be a bit more curious about this strange magic, which feels so much like the witch stuff you're used to using, but with colours and feels you've never seen magic having before.
Instead, all you could think about now, is what do they taste like?
You go forth and put the red magic stuff in your mouth. It tastes kind of tangy. You therefore name this mysterious red stuff Tomato Sauce.
You also put the green stuff in your mouth. It kind of tastes like those little veggie things that mama always puts in the pasta. What were they called again?
Oh, parsley. Right.
So, you name it Parsley.
Your nicknaming done, you turn around and take a look at all the round thingies that you didn't notice before, and are all super pretty, now that you've actually taken a good look at them.
They all have different shapes and colonies, and you're pretty sure that if you shake them, tiny bits'll start falling from above like that snowglobe Shirley got for you when she had to go for a Joint-Witch training exercise in Gallia (which you weren't able to go 'cause you were sick from sleeping in the rain once).
You look at the various globes, and you feel like you could simply enter and leave them if you wanted to. If you wanted to, you were there! And if you got bored, you could always go find another place.
Maybe you'll find someone whom you can ask for directions from? There's got to be someone who knows where the snowglobe containing your Romagna is.
Where do you go first?
Sphere #1
Wow, this globe is really bright. It's all in these blinding shades of pink and blue and other colours (but a large part is pink and blue), and you spy giant chess pieces taller than any building your world has.
Also, once you look more closely, you find out that people in this globe tend to play a lot of games. These people (quite a lot with animal ears or wings, you notice) play games day and night, and they take these games waaay too seriously. You see people losing their minds, or hit the ground in despair, when they lose something like a card game. Silly people, games are supposed to be *fun*. You certainly won't cry when you lose a silly ol' game.
[] Go to the place where people play games a lot
Sphere #2
This is a really fuzzy one. From what you can see, it seems like it's a little more advanced than yours, but you can't really tell, since all the snowglobe shows you are young girls singing and dancing in front of large crowds, and those same girls attending school. Apparently, the singing and dancing is a school activity or club or something. It's weird.
[] Go to the place with the school idols
Sphere #3
The place looks a lot like Medieval Fuso (or at least, the parts of it as seen in movies and stuff).
Magic here is done by *Ninjas*, who don't seem act very much like ninjas, what with them dressing up in bright colors and blowing up the landscape with goofy-looking hand signs and all that.
Cool! It's like all those Fuso flicks that Major Sakamoto showed all of you when you were still stationed in Pescara with the rest of the girls. The ones with all the ninja and the samurai and the honour and stuff. Lynne and Yoshika weren't the biggest fans, but you thought they were awesome tomato sauce.
The area you're looking at right now is a big village surrounded by trees.
[] Go to the place with all the ninja
Sphere #4
What you could see in all the other snowglobes were limited to a single planet, but from this one, you can see a spaceship thingy within what you recognise is the solar system.
The ship is slowly heading in the direction of Earth, all the while being periodically attacked by giant alien robots!
The spaceship, which are manned by humans, defend themselves by sending out... jet planes that can turn into giant robots? They also don't seem to have any magic, as far as you can see. It's technology all the way.
[] Go to the place with the jet planes that can turn into giant robots
And after you land in a place, what will your first priority be?
[] Go look around for somewhere to eat. You are starving.
[] Ask around and see if anyone can give you directions to Romanga. Or, you know, to your world.
[] Look around the area for the largest pair of tits, and then grab them. Being hopelessly lost is no reason to abandon a hobby!
For some reason, you've ended up in this weird place.
You don't much know where 'here' is, only that it's a whole mass of nothing. The colours around you don't seem to be any shade you've ever come seen before, and you feel like this mass of nothing is pushing at you on all sides, like you were floating in a great big ocean.
You look down, and are slightly relieved to find your Striker Unit still attached to your legs, and your Browning still in your hands. You're also carrying a few ammo belts with you.
A witch may still be able to use magic without any added stuff, but nobody can say that they're not insanely helpful. You've taken flying and shooting so much for granted, you don't think you'll know what to do in combat without them.
You're not sure how long your Striker lasts without maintenance, but at least you have your trusty Liberion browning, which you are sure can last for a while if you take time to clean it regularly and don't bump it around too much. You think.
Now, how in the world did you get here?
You distinctly remember returning home from a routine patrol of Romagnian airspace. Despite repeated declarations (after you and your friends in the 501st's liberation of your beloved Romagna), that Romagna will now be defended by Romagnians, there were still more than a few foreign witches (your Shirley included) in your home country. Some people are angry about this for some reason. When you asked Shirley about this, she said a bunch of stuff about politics that you quickly forgot about.
You don't really care about those types of things. If you hear any smack talk to your beloved Shirley and her big, bouncy mountaintops, then you'll make sure their pants vanish soon afterwards.
But anyways, you and Shirley came roaring back home as speedily as possible. Your mom (who also dotes on Shirley to the point where it makes you go green-eyed sometimes) promised to make you two pineapple salad when you get home! And anything made by your mom is always amazing.
She would not be surprised if her mom was secretly a witch all along, what with her magic Romagnian mama hands that can shame restaurants that charge $20 a dish, and staffed exclusively with starred chefs.
But you never got the pineapple salad. Instead, an entire pack of Neuroi somehow snuck past several layers of witch patrols, and were now shooting at them from the clouds.
You can't remember exactly how they snuck up on you, but the attack came so suddenly, you didn't even have time to open up your shield.
You saw your Liberion friend take a nasty ray to the shoulder, and another one to her Striker Unit. You saw her fall.
"Shirley!!" you heard yourself screaming. It was probably much louder in your head than outside. Do Neuroi even have ears?
Y-you saw Shirley plummet into the ocean. You may not a lot of things, but you do know that landing in the water isn't anything like it is in the movies. If she doesn't come to her senses in time, then the impact of her hitting the water would be enough to... enough to...
You look up and see the two Neuroi ignoring you for the easier kill.
You scream in rage.
At that moment, you felt your magic much more strongly than you've ever felt before. It wasn't like the warm, tingly feeling that comes with calling your familiar.
No, this feels more... Explodey. It feels like your heart's on fire. No, it's more like, you're made of fire. Gah, your Britannish isn't good enough for this.
Also, you felt... not just worried, but also felt angry and determined and hate and, and and and-
You felt red and green.
You remember gunning down those worthless aliens. They almost took your precious Rome, and now they're going to take your beloved Shirley!
Your bullets tore through their shells at a way faster rate than normal, which you'd notice if you weren't so angry at the time.
And then, you were gone, and was now in this strange place.
...
Plus, you've also started to feel this strange magic.
If you were any less hungry, you would've maybe be a bit more curious about this strange magic, which feels so much like the witch stuff you're used to using, but with colours and feels you've never seen magic having before.
Instead, all you could think about now, is what do they taste like?
You go forth and put the red magic stuff in your mouth. It tastes kind of tangy. You therefore name this mysterious red stuff Tomato Sauce.
You also put the green stuff in your mouth. It kind of tastes like those little veggie things that mama always puts in the pasta. What were they called again?
Oh, parsley. Right.
So, you name it Parsley.
Your nicknaming done, you turn around and take a look at all the round thingies that you didn't notice before, and are all super pretty, now that you've actually taken a good look at them.
They all have different shapes and colonies, and you're pretty sure that if you shake them, tiny bits'll start falling from above like that snowglobe Shirley got for you when she had to go for a Joint-Witch training exercise in Gallia (which you weren't able to go 'cause you were sick from sleeping in the rain once).
You look at the various globes, and you feel like you could simply enter and leave them if you wanted to. If you wanted to, you were there! And if you got bored, you could always go find another place.
Maybe you'll find someone whom you can ask for directions from? There's got to be someone who knows where the snowglobe containing your Romagna is.
Where do you go first?
Sphere #1
Wow, this globe is really bright. It's all in these blinding shades of pink and blue and other colours (but a large part is pink and blue), and you spy giant chess pieces taller than any building your world has.
Also, once you look more closely, you find out that people in this globe tend to play a lot of games. These people (quite a lot with animal ears or wings, you notice) play games day and night, and they take these games waaay too seriously. You see people losing their minds, or hit the ground in despair, when they lose something like a card game. Silly people, games are supposed to be *fun*. You certainly won't cry when you lose a silly ol' game.
[] Go to the place where people play games a lot
Sphere #2
This is a really fuzzy one. From what you can see, it seems like it's a little more advanced than yours, but you can't really tell, since all the snowglobe shows you are young girls singing and dancing in front of large crowds, and those same girls attending school. Apparently, the singing and dancing is a school activity or club or something. It's weird.
[] Go to the place with the school idols
Sphere #3
The place looks a lot like Medieval Fuso (or at least, the parts of it as seen in movies and stuff).
Magic here is done by *Ninjas*, who don't seem act very much like ninjas, what with them dressing up in bright colors and blowing up the landscape with goofy-looking hand signs and all that.
Cool! It's like all those Fuso flicks that Major Sakamoto showed all of you when you were still stationed in Pescara with the rest of the girls. The ones with all the ninja and the samurai and the honour and stuff. Lynne and Yoshika weren't the biggest fans, but you thought they were awesome tomato sauce.
The area you're looking at right now is a big village surrounded by trees.
[] Go to the place with all the ninja
Sphere #4
What you could see in all the other snowglobes were limited to a single planet, but from this one, you can see a spaceship thingy within what you recognise is the solar system.
The ship is slowly heading in the direction of Earth, all the while being periodically attacked by giant alien robots!
The spaceship, which are manned by humans, defend themselves by sending out... jet planes that can turn into giant robots? They also don't seem to have any magic, as far as you can see. It's technology all the way.
[] Go to the place with the jet planes that can turn into giant robots
~~~
And after you land in a place, what will your first priority be?
[] Go look around for somewhere to eat. You are starving.
[] Ask around and see if anyone can give you directions to Romanga. Or, you know, to your world.
[] Look around the area for the largest pair of tits, and then grab them. Being hopelessly lost is no reason to abandon a hobby!
Magic:
-Witch abilities
--Forcefield
--Concentrating magic unto a single point
Inventory:
-Striker Unit (Fiat G.55 Centauro)
-Machine gun (M1919 Browning)
--Ammunition (several belts)
-No pants
-Witch abilities
--Forcefield
--Concentrating magic unto a single point
Inventory:
-Striker Unit (Fiat G.55 Centauro)
-Machine gun (M1919 Browning)
--Ammunition (several belts)
-No pants
~~~
Erica was originally slated to be the PC, but then I decided to switch it up 'cause I think the little Italian panther is underappreciated. Like, I seem to be only one of five Lucchini fans on the Internet, guys.
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Landing in the Place with All the Games
Inter-VersaLoli
Delusional Aspiring Writer
- Location
- Singapore
[X] Go to the place where people play games a lot
You like games. Okay, so nowhere near as much as you like sleeping or shooting or Mammary Appreciation, but you've played football (the one where you actually use your foot) a couple of times, and you'd like to think you're pretty good at it.
You can never get the hang of card games, though. Stupid old maid.
Still, a plane full of games sounds almost as fun as a joyride on the back of Shirley's truck!
Shirley...
You shake your head enough that you can feel your brain bouncing back and forth in your skull. Your native Romanga needs you! The more time you worry over nothing is more time Romanga is left one witch short!
... Whoa, is it just you, or did you just feel a teeny-tiny surge of White just now? It was gone as soon as it came.
...
Anyway, you're *definitely* worrying over nothing. There's no way your Shirley is dead. Like, she helped take down two entire hives! There's no way she'd get taken down by a pair of chump Neuroi just like that, and owowow you don't quite know what's going now, but you feel you might choke here if you dawdle any longer.
No time to think! You leap into the place with all the games.
...
You feel your eyes slowly adjusting to the light. As you do, you realise that you've now falling in mid-air!
Before you could activate your Strikers, you feel yourself fall and break a wooden table below you or something like that. You look like you're indoors, in a wood-panelled room. There's quite a lot of people around.
A few cards fall lazily to your lap. You look down and note that they're playing cards.
Actually, the floor around is littered with playing cards. It seems a game was in session before you crashed their party.
You look about. It seems of the two people closest to you right now, one is a purple-haired girl wearing both a translucent veil thing *and* a scowl, mostly directed at you. You make a face back at her. She doesn't seem to have a chest of any note.
To your other side is a pink-haired girl dressed in rags. She doesn't seem like a beggar, though. Face is too clean for that.
She has the bigger chest, though, and that's the one that gets your attention.
You leap forward and start to APPRECIATE her mammaries from the front.
...
Hmm, nowhere near as big as Shirley's, of course, but still surprisingly competent.
The pink-haired one was stock-still for a few seconds, and then her face turned red. She squealed and jumped back so fast, you'd think she was a some sort of giant magical grasshopper.
"W-Wh-Wha..." she says, all while awkwardly cpvering her chest with both arms. It seems like she's doesn't know what to make of this.
You pause. Only then do you realise that everyone in the room is now gaping at you like a bunch of fishies.
Also, you just realised your very critical lack of money.
"Hey! What's a Warbeast doing all the way out here!?" a voice shouts from the within the crowd. Murmur that were already there grow louder.
You reach up and feel your panther ears still on your head. It seems you haven't stopped channeling magic since all this crazy stuff began.
"Umm..."
What say/do? (can vote for more than one, but specify which one you'll do first)
[] "... *Hi!*"
-[] Ask for food
-[] Ask for money to buy food
[] Ask about where you are
[] Stop channeling magic for a moment
[] "What's a Warbeast?"
[] Some other thing you haven't thought of yet (Write-in)
(Optionally, you may write something to accompany each choice made, if you want to specify how exactly should you should about it)
[] Planeswalk away
Francesca Lucchini
Pilot Officer of the Romangan Air Force
Magic:
-Witch abilities
--Forcefield
--Concentrating magic unto a single point
Inventory:
-Striker Unit (Fiat G.55 Centauro)
-Machine gun (M1919 Browning)
--Ammunition (several belts)
-No pants
You like games. Okay, so nowhere near as much as you like sleeping or shooting or Mammary Appreciation, but you've played football (the one where you actually use your foot) a couple of times, and you'd like to think you're pretty good at it.
You can never get the hang of card games, though. Stupid old maid.
Still, a plane full of games sounds almost as fun as a joyride on the back of Shirley's truck!
Shirley...
You shake your head enough that you can feel your brain bouncing back and forth in your skull. Your native Romanga needs you! The more time you worry over nothing is more time Romanga is left one witch short!
... Whoa, is it just you, or did you just feel a teeny-tiny surge of White just now? It was gone as soon as it came.
...
Anyway, you're *definitely* worrying over nothing. There's no way your Shirley is dead. Like, she helped take down two entire hives! There's no way she'd get taken down by a pair of chump Neuroi just like that, and owowow you don't quite know what's going now, but you feel you might choke here if you dawdle any longer.
No time to think! You leap into the place with all the games.
...
You feel your eyes slowly adjusting to the light. As you do, you realise that you've now falling in mid-air!
Before you could activate your Strikers, you feel yourself fall and break a wooden table below you or something like that. You look like you're indoors, in a wood-panelled room. There's quite a lot of people around.
A few cards fall lazily to your lap. You look down and note that they're playing cards.
Actually, the floor around is littered with playing cards. It seems a game was in session before you crashed their party.
You look about. It seems of the two people closest to you right now, one is a purple-haired girl wearing both a translucent veil thing *and* a scowl, mostly directed at you. You make a face back at her. She doesn't seem to have a chest of any note.
To your other side is a pink-haired girl dressed in rags. She doesn't seem like a beggar, though. Face is too clean for that.
She has the bigger chest, though, and that's the one that gets your attention.
You leap forward and start to APPRECIATE her mammaries from the front.
...
Hmm, nowhere near as big as Shirley's, of course, but still surprisingly competent.
The pink-haired one was stock-still for a few seconds, and then her face turned red. She squealed and jumped back so fast, you'd think she was a some sort of giant magical grasshopper.
"W-Wh-Wha..." she says, all while awkwardly cpvering her chest with both arms. It seems like she's doesn't know what to make of this.
You pause. Only then do you realise that everyone in the room is now gaping at you like a bunch of fishies.
Also, you just realised your very critical lack of money.
"Hey! What's a Warbeast doing all the way out here!?" a voice shouts from the within the crowd. Murmur that were already there grow louder.
You reach up and feel your panther ears still on your head. It seems you haven't stopped channeling magic since all this crazy stuff began.
"Umm..."
What say/do? (can vote for more than one, but specify which one you'll do first)
[] "... *Hi!*"
-[] Ask for food
-[] Ask for money to buy food
[] Ask about where you are
[] Stop channeling magic for a moment
[] "What's a Warbeast?"
[] Some other thing you haven't thought of yet (Write-in)
(Optionally, you may write something to accompany each choice made, if you want to specify how exactly should you should about it)
[] Planeswalk away
Francesca Lucchini
Pilot Officer of the Romangan Air Force
Magic:
-Witch abilities
--Forcefield
--Concentrating magic unto a single point
Inventory:
-Striker Unit (Fiat G.55 Centauro)
-Machine gun (M1919 Browning)
--Ammunition (several belts)
-No pants
~~~
That last option above will be present for *any* choice you'll make. Careful not to abuse it
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You Just Caused a Riot
Inter-VersaLoli
Delusional Aspiring Writer
- Location
- Singapore
[x] "... *Hi!*"
- [x] Stop channeling magic for a moment
-- [x] "What's a Warbeast?"
You stop channeling your magic, making your panther ears disappear. The crowd now stares at you with an expression even more dumbstruck than the last.
Yes, that includes the veiled purple-haired girl.
"... Hi!"
...
No response.
"What's a Warbeast?"
Just staring. You're pretty sure that's a rude thing to do.
Right beside you, the pink-haired girl in rags seems to come to her senses, taking you by the arm and dragging you away from the spotlight.
You squeak like the type of mice your familiar eats for teatime. You think. You don't actually know what panthers eat, only that they're cool.
As you two leave, what can only be described as a riot seems to erupt downstairs, as she pulls you up the stairs towards an emptier second storey. She hastily pulls you into room with a bed and a table. It seems this building is an inn or something.
She quickly closes the door and leans against it, breathing heavily.
"Hey! What's the big idea!?" you demand, rubbing your arm.
"You were attracting a lot of attention back there, young lady." the girl in rags (whom you now realise is quite a bit older than you, looking almost Shirley's age) says, crossing her arms and giving you the Mom look. It's not quite as effective, given that you know she's not your mom, but she's still pretty good.
"If you'd stayed there any longer, people would've swarmed you back there."
"Oh yeah?" you say, jumping off the bed that you've planted yourself in, making a boxing pose with your fists. "I can beat 'em all up if they try that with me!"
She turns to you (with a brief curious eye towards your Striker units) and sighed.
"Are you lost, little girl?" she asks you. "Where are your parents? And, umm, did you lose your skirt or something? I'll lend you one of my spares, if you want. I don't know if anything I have will fit you, though..."
What say/do?
On the subject of being lost:
[] "My parents are in a another dimension. And my whole world too, now that I think about it. I have no idea where I am." (Upfront)
[] "Well, umm, actually, I think I'm a little bit far from home..." (Coy)
[] Write-in
On the subject of covering your undergarments:
[X] "Skirt? I don't need no bleedin' skirt! They just get in the way, anyways."
[] Sure
[] Can I get pants, instead?
[] Write-in
Francesca Lucchini
Pilot Officer of the Romangan Air Force
Magic:
-Witch abilities
--Forcefield
--Concentrating magic unto a single point
Inventory:
-Striker Unit (Fiat G.55 Centauro)
-Machine gun (M1919 Browning)
--Ammunition (several belts)
-No pants
- [x] Stop channeling magic for a moment
-- [x] "What's a Warbeast?"
You stop channeling your magic, making your panther ears disappear. The crowd now stares at you with an expression even more dumbstruck than the last.
Yes, that includes the veiled purple-haired girl.
"... Hi!"
...
No response.
"What's a Warbeast?"
Just staring. You're pretty sure that's a rude thing to do.
Right beside you, the pink-haired girl in rags seems to come to her senses, taking you by the arm and dragging you away from the spotlight.
You squeak like the type of mice your familiar eats for teatime. You think. You don't actually know what panthers eat, only that they're cool.
As you two leave, what can only be described as a riot seems to erupt downstairs, as she pulls you up the stairs towards an emptier second storey. She hastily pulls you into room with a bed and a table. It seems this building is an inn or something.
She quickly closes the door and leans against it, breathing heavily.
"Hey! What's the big idea!?" you demand, rubbing your arm.
"You were attracting a lot of attention back there, young lady." the girl in rags (whom you now realise is quite a bit older than you, looking almost Shirley's age) says, crossing her arms and giving you the Mom look. It's not quite as effective, given that you know she's not your mom, but she's still pretty good.
"If you'd stayed there any longer, people would've swarmed you back there."
"Oh yeah?" you say, jumping off the bed that you've planted yourself in, making a boxing pose with your fists. "I can beat 'em all up if they try that with me!"
She turns to you (with a brief curious eye towards your Striker units) and sighed.
"Are you lost, little girl?" she asks you. "Where are your parents? And, umm, did you lose your skirt or something? I'll lend you one of my spares, if you want. I don't know if anything I have will fit you, though..."
What say/do?
On the subject of being lost:
[] "My parents are in a another dimension. And my whole world too, now that I think about it. I have no idea where I am." (Upfront)
[] "Well, umm, actually, I think I'm a little bit far from home..." (Coy)
[] Write-in
On the subject of covering your undergarments:
[X] "Skirt? I don't need no bleedin' skirt! They just get in the way, anyways."
[] Can I get pants, instead?
[] Write-in
Francesca Lucchini
Pilot Officer of the Romangan Air Force
Magic:
-Witch abilities
--Forcefield
--Concentrating magic unto a single point
Inventory:
-Striker Unit (Fiat G.55 Centauro)
-Machine gun (M1919 Browning)
--Ammunition (several belts)
-No pants
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Meanie Purple-Hair Is Mean
Inter-VersaLoli
Delusional Aspiring Writer
- Location
- Singapore
The way I'll deal with ties in this Quest is, I roll a die. The first roll went into my eye.
The second roll indicates that she'll be coy.
[X] "Well, umm, actually, I think I'm a little bit far from home..." (Coy)
Rag girl blinks.
Oh, you poor little girl." she says, squatting down to your level.
"How long have you been by yourself?"
"Umm, I was out going home with my friend, but I got distracted with a real shiny thing, and when I turned back around, I didn't know where I was anymore!" you say, widening your eyes and singling your legs just so. While finesse isn't something you tend to do a lot of, when you do do it, it's usually when you've gotten yourselves in a great deal of cow dung and hiding in the trees isn't an option. It usually works with Shirley. Not so much with Commander Minna.
You suppress a shudder and concentrate on trying to look as huggable and unthreatening as possible. Don't mind the machine gun and advanced magitek flight equipment in the corner, Ma'am. I'm a lost little girl, feed me!
A small part of you admonishes you for not being entirely honest. You counter that you may be stretching the truth, but everything you're saying is basically true. You're not making stuff up. Still, you resolve to tell her the more complete picture later, though, once you get some food in your tummy. You wonder if this world has pasta.
At your answer, her face softened.
"Come on, how about you stay at my place for a while? You know, until we know what to do with you. What do you say to that?"
"Un!" you nod enthusiastically.
"I'm Stephanie, by the way. Stephanie Dola."
"Hi! Ensign Francesca Lucchini, at yer service!" you chirp, snapping off a snazzy salute.
"Ensign?"
Before more questions could be asked, the door to the room gets rapped at harshly. Stephanie opens the door to find the mean-looking purple-haired girl with the veil who was glaring at you earlier. She was doing her glare again, this time at your new friend!
"Ms. Dola, I believe our game has yet to be concluded satisfactorily."
"Oh, I'm, about that. Sorry, but could the game, perhaps, wait another day? A lost girl's been found and needs to be returned to her parents."
"Oh, so you concede the game, then?"
"I, wh-what?"
"Yes, the game may have been interrupted, rendering the round we just played and everything betted on it invalid until a new game is challenged. But those are just the World's Laws. The laws of the tournament, which will decide the next monarch of Imanity, if you've already forgotten, state that the first to ten hands wins the bracket. I currently have nine hands, while you have zero."
The purple-haired landing strip flashed a smirk.
"Sure, at the rate you're going, my win is basically guaranteed. But who knows?"
She looked over Stephanie and the rags she was in, and sneered.
"I don't really need to do this for you, you know? I could just go up to the presiding judge, tell him that you suddenly decided to run off into your room in the middle of the match, just because of some minor interruption, making you a prime candidate for disqualification. That little brat over there is likely just some street rat that's getting into your good graces for food and lodging. Happens all the time. You, of all people, should know. And I'm sure the judge will agree. But I'm not doing that now, become contrary to what you might think, I'd like to think of myself as a perfectly decent person, and I'd like it for me and your estate to have a halfway functional relationship after I become
Queen. So, you want to play one more hand or do you just want to continue to play babysitter or something?"
...
You don't quite know why, but something inside you makes you want to punch her. In the ovaries.
[] Punch her in the ovaries
[] "Hey, don't I get any say in this?"
[] Talk to Stephanie
-[] What say?
[] Talk to mean purple-haired girl
-[] What say?
[] Sleep on the bed
[] Write-in
[] Planeswalk away
Francesca Lucchini
Pilot Officer of the Romangan Air Force
Magic:
-Witch abilities
--Forcefield
--Concentrating magic unto a single point
Inventory:
-Striker Unit (Fiat G.55 Centauro) (Currently laying by the side table)
-Machine gun (M1919 Browning) (Currently laying by the side table)
--Ammunition (several belts) (Currently laying by the side table)
-No pants
The second roll indicates that she'll be coy.
~~~
[X] "Well, umm, actually, I think I'm a little bit far from home..." (Coy)
Rag girl blinks.
Oh, you poor little girl." she says, squatting down to your level.
"How long have you been by yourself?"
"Umm, I was out going home with my friend, but I got distracted with a real shiny thing, and when I turned back around, I didn't know where I was anymore!" you say, widening your eyes and singling your legs just so. While finesse isn't something you tend to do a lot of, when you do do it, it's usually when you've gotten yourselves in a great deal of cow dung and hiding in the trees isn't an option. It usually works with Shirley. Not so much with Commander Minna.
You suppress a shudder and concentrate on trying to look as huggable and unthreatening as possible. Don't mind the machine gun and advanced magitek flight equipment in the corner, Ma'am. I'm a lost little girl, feed me!
A small part of you admonishes you for not being entirely honest. You counter that you may be stretching the truth, but everything you're saying is basically true. You're not making stuff up. Still, you resolve to tell her the more complete picture later, though, once you get some food in your tummy. You wonder if this world has pasta.
At your answer, her face softened.
"Come on, how about you stay at my place for a while? You know, until we know what to do with you. What do you say to that?"
"Un!" you nod enthusiastically.
"I'm Stephanie, by the way. Stephanie Dola."
"Hi! Ensign Francesca Lucchini, at yer service!" you chirp, snapping off a snazzy salute.
"Ensign?"
Before more questions could be asked, the door to the room gets rapped at harshly. Stephanie opens the door to find the mean-looking purple-haired girl with the veil who was glaring at you earlier. She was doing her glare again, this time at your new friend!
"Ms. Dola, I believe our game has yet to be concluded satisfactorily."
"Oh, I'm, about that. Sorry, but could the game, perhaps, wait another day? A lost girl's been found and needs to be returned to her parents."
"Oh, so you concede the game, then?"
"I, wh-what?"
"Yes, the game may have been interrupted, rendering the round we just played and everything betted on it invalid until a new game is challenged. But those are just the World's Laws. The laws of the tournament, which will decide the next monarch of Imanity, if you've already forgotten, state that the first to ten hands wins the bracket. I currently have nine hands, while you have zero."
The purple-haired landing strip flashed a smirk.
"Sure, at the rate you're going, my win is basically guaranteed. But who knows?"
She looked over Stephanie and the rags she was in, and sneered.
"I don't really need to do this for you, you know? I could just go up to the presiding judge, tell him that you suddenly decided to run off into your room in the middle of the match, just because of some minor interruption, making you a prime candidate for disqualification. That little brat over there is likely just some street rat that's getting into your good graces for food and lodging. Happens all the time. You, of all people, should know. And I'm sure the judge will agree. But I'm not doing that now, become contrary to what you might think, I'd like to think of myself as a perfectly decent person, and I'd like it for me and your estate to have a halfway functional relationship after I become
Queen. So, you want to play one more hand or do you just want to continue to play babysitter or something?"
...
You don't quite know why, but something inside you makes you want to punch her. In the ovaries.
[] Punch her in the ovaries
[] "Hey, don't I get any say in this?"
[] Talk to Stephanie
-[] What say?
[] Talk to mean purple-haired girl
-[] What say?
[] Sleep on the bed
[] Write-in
[] Planeswalk away
Francesca Lucchini
Pilot Officer of the Romangan Air Force
Magic:
-Witch abilities
--Forcefield
--Concentrating magic unto a single point
Inventory:
-Striker Unit (Fiat G.55 Centauro) (Currently laying by the side table)
-Machine gun (M1919 Browning) (Currently laying by the side table)
--Ammunition (several belts) (Currently laying by the side table)
-No pants
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Card Games Are Serious Business
Inter-VersaLoli
Delusional Aspiring Writer
- Location
- Singapore
It's a good thing that at least a few people care about this Quest.
[X] "Hey, don't I get any say in this?"
-[X] Make them explain what's going on.
"Hey, don't I get any say in this?" you blurt out. Both girls turned from their arguement to look at you.
"I mean, if I got in the way of something really important, then *sorry!* Watching people get into shouting matches get so boring. If you were playing a game, then I wanna see *that* instead!" you say, rocking yourself back-and-forth like a human rocking chair on the bed.
You then pause, as if you've forgotten something veeerry important.
"By the way, why're you all so worked up about some card game, anyways?" you ask.
Both girls stare at you like you've asked what sugar tastes like.
"I, you don't know?"
You shake you're head. "Nope."
"This is where the semifinals of the Kingmaker Tournament is being held, girl!" purple-hair replied in exasperation. "Even a random street rat would know why this is the most important event in Imanity's recent history since the death of that failure of a former king!"
Stephanie flinched.
[] "I don't really care about things like that. I just spend most of my days napping in trees, anyhow."
[] "Well, I'm not from around here, so sorry if I don't know what sorts of things you do around here better than you do."
Stephanie blinked.
"I... well, if you really don't know, then this tournament we're playing is one for deciding the next King or Queen of Imanity."
Purple-hair sniffed. "A tournament in which I am winning handily, if you must know. Which, given that the last king lost over half of this fair kingdom's land due to incompetent gaming skills and an obsessive inability to pick his own battles, can mean only good things."
You see Stephanie flinch again.
[] "To pick your leaders, you play games? That sounds really dumb! What if you get a bully who's just good at games?"
[] "To pick your leaders, you play games? That sounds a lot more fun than just electing them or picking the oldest baby of the last one!"
[] "Eh, okay."
-[] "Hey, Steph, can you buy me some food?"
[] Tell Purple-hair that she's a meanie and hurting Steph's feelings
[] Take a nap until the match is over and you can get Stephanie you buy you some damn food
[] Write-in
[] Planeswalk away. This world of games is a lot less fun than you'd thought, and nobody obviously knows the way home anyways.
Francesca Lucchini
Pilot Officer of the Romangan Air Force
Magic:
-Witch abilities
--Forcefield
--Concentrating magic unto a single point
Inventory:
-Striker Unit (Fiat G.55 Centauro) (Currently laying by the side table)
-Machine gun (M1919 Browning) (Currently laying by the side table)
--Ammunition (several belts) (Currently laying by the side table)
-No pants
If anyone's wondering when we're gonna start tapping mana, it'll be after this conversation. I haven't forgotten about it.
~~~
[X] "Hey, don't I get any say in this?"
-[X] Make them explain what's going on.
"Hey, don't I get any say in this?" you blurt out. Both girls turned from their arguement to look at you.
"I mean, if I got in the way of something really important, then *sorry!* Watching people get into shouting matches get so boring. If you were playing a game, then I wanna see *that* instead!" you say, rocking yourself back-and-forth like a human rocking chair on the bed.
You then pause, as if you've forgotten something veeerry important.
"By the way, why're you all so worked up about some card game, anyways?" you ask.
Both girls stare at you like you've asked what sugar tastes like.
"I, you don't know?"
You shake you're head. "Nope."
"This is where the semifinals of the Kingmaker Tournament is being held, girl!" purple-hair replied in exasperation. "Even a random street rat would know why this is the most important event in Imanity's recent history since the death of that failure of a former king!"
Stephanie flinched.
[] "I don't really care about things like that. I just spend most of my days napping in trees, anyhow."
[] "Well, I'm not from around here, so sorry if I don't know what sorts of things you do around here better than you do."
Stephanie blinked.
"I... well, if you really don't know, then this tournament we're playing is one for deciding the next King or Queen of Imanity."
Purple-hair sniffed. "A tournament in which I am winning handily, if you must know. Which, given that the last king lost over half of this fair kingdom's land due to incompetent gaming skills and an obsessive inability to pick his own battles, can mean only good things."
You see Stephanie flinch again.
[] "To pick your leaders, you play games? That sounds really dumb! What if you get a bully who's just good at games?"
[] "To pick your leaders, you play games? That sounds a lot more fun than just electing them or picking the oldest baby of the last one!"
[] "Eh, okay."
-[] "Hey, Steph, can you buy me some food?"
[] Tell Purple-hair that she's a meanie and hurting Steph's feelings
[] Take a nap until the match is over and you can get Stephanie you buy you some damn food
[] Write-in
[] Planeswalk away. This world of games is a lot less fun than you'd thought, and nobody obviously knows the way home anyways.
Francesca Lucchini
Pilot Officer of the Romangan Air Force
Magic:
-Witch abilities
--Forcefield
--Concentrating magic unto a single point
Inventory:
-Striker Unit (Fiat G.55 Centauro) (Currently laying by the side table)
-Machine gun (M1919 Browning) (Currently laying by the side table)
--Ammunition (several belts) (Currently laying by the side table)
-No pants
~~~
If anyone's wondering when we're gonna start tapping mana, it'll be after this conversation. I haven't forgotten about it.
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Boooring
Inter-VersaLoli
Delusional Aspiring Writer
- Location
- Singapore
[X] "Well, I'm not from around here, so sorry if I don't know what sorts of things you do around here better than you do."
[X] "To pick your leaders, you play games? That sounds a lot more fun than just electing them or picking the oldest baby of the last one!"
-[X] "So, can anyone play?"
"Well, I wouldn't exactly call playing for such high stakes fun." Stephanie demurs.
Purple-hair cocks an eyebrow at you. "Yes, anyone play, no matter if they were nobles or children of rice farmers. However, I believe the time for you to enter the tournament and play for Kingship has long since passed. We are already nearing the Finals, do not think you can do something like barge into the throne room in the middle of the crowning ceremony and challenge the soon-to-be-monarch to a duel out of the blue. I don't think an unruly child like you would understand, but we have certain standards and rules of conduct to abide by."
"Umm, Lucchini?" Stephanie started. "Why don't you wait here, until our match is concluded? Then, I could bring you to my home and get my maids to whip up something for you!"
[] Watch their match. Hey, it's not like you have anything better to do, anyhow.
[] Take a nap until the match is over and you can get Stephanie you buy you some damn food
[] Clean your gun while waiting for their match to finish. Can't have your gun jamming on you when you want to shoot something!
[] Go out and explore the town. Too much sitting around makes a restless panther.
[] Timeskip (to Stephanie's house)
-[] Planeswalk away in the middle of the night, while everyone else is asleep
-[] Explain to her more about yourself and your predicament
[] Write-in
[] Planeswalk away. You're bored and you think you can get food much faster on some other world.
Francesca Lucchini
Pilot Officer of the Romangan Air Force
Magic:
-Witch abilities
--Forcefield
--Concentrating magic unto a single point
Inventory:
-Striker Unit (Fiat G.55 Centauro) (Currently laying by the side table)
-Machine gun (M1919 Browning) (Currently laying by the side table)
--Ammunition (several belts) (Currently laying by the side table)
-No pants
[X] "To pick your leaders, you play games? That sounds a lot more fun than just electing them or picking the oldest baby of the last one!"
-[X] "So, can anyone play?"
"Well, I wouldn't exactly call playing for such high stakes fun." Stephanie demurs.
Purple-hair cocks an eyebrow at you. "Yes, anyone play, no matter if they were nobles or children of rice farmers. However, I believe the time for you to enter the tournament and play for Kingship has long since passed. We are already nearing the Finals, do not think you can do something like barge into the throne room in the middle of the crowning ceremony and challenge the soon-to-be-monarch to a duel out of the blue. I don't think an unruly child like you would understand, but we have certain standards and rules of conduct to abide by."
"Umm, Lucchini?" Stephanie started. "Why don't you wait here, until our match is concluded? Then, I could bring you to my home and get my maids to whip up something for you!"
[] Watch their match. Hey, it's not like you have anything better to do, anyhow.
[] Take a nap until the match is over and you can get Stephanie you buy you some damn food
[] Clean your gun while waiting for their match to finish. Can't have your gun jamming on you when you want to shoot something!
[] Go out and explore the town. Too much sitting around makes a restless panther.
[] Timeskip (to Stephanie's house)
-[] Planeswalk away in the middle of the night, while everyone else is asleep
-[] Explain to her more about yourself and your predicament
[] Write-in
[] Planeswalk away. You're bored and you think you can get food much faster on some other world.
Francesca Lucchini
Pilot Officer of the Romangan Air Force
Magic:
-Witch abilities
--Forcefield
--Concentrating magic unto a single point
Inventory:
-Striker Unit (Fiat G.55 Centauro) (Currently laying by the side table)
-Machine gun (M1919 Browning) (Currently laying by the side table)
--Ammunition (several belts) (Currently laying by the side table)
-No pants
~~~
You can still return to planes you've already visited, though not indefinitely. New planes to access will pop up and certain planes, you will lose access to with time unless you expend a lot of energy.
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You Are Now a Witch-Summoning Witch
Inter-VersaLoli
Delusional Aspiring Writer
- Location
- Singapore
Warning: long chapter ahead. I recommend preparing a nice drink before reading.
[X] Watch their match. Hey, it's not like you have anything better to do, anyhow.
At this suggestion, Purple Meanie stiffens up. She gazes at you, your eyes suddenly cold and calculating. A far cry from the contemptous look she gave you just a few moments before.
"Hey can I come along and watch?" you ask. "I mean, it's not like I have anything better to do, anyways."
I don't see why not." Stephanie says, then looks at Purple Meanie.
You can almost feel Purple Meanie think, as she looks from you, to Steph, to you.
"I..."
You can almost feel... nervousness?, before Purple-Hair bit her lips, turned in the hallway, and started marching downstairs.
"I guess that's a yes!" you say, jumping off the bed and heading after her.
Stephanie just sighs and follows you.
As the two of you and the purple meanie makes their way downstairs, you ask Steph why people were so shocked at your entrance, and what a 'Warbeast' was.
"You mean you really don't know?"
You shake your head.
"Well, people are surprised at you apparently using magic because humans aren't supposed to be able to use magic. It's our one defining trait among the exceed, that all the rest of the races can use the mystic arts or have supernatural abilities beyond imagination, but we don't." she says, sounding for all the world like she was quoting a textbook.
"Warbeast are one of the Exceed, who live on a group of islands far east of here. Speaking of which, are you sure you're not a Warbeast of some sort? Because that'd be the explanation that'd make the most sense right now.
"I'm a human, deal with it." you say, with a charming carelessness that you've seen Shirley pull off dozens of times. You only wish you had a pair of sunglasses.
...
The concept of not even a few humans being able to cast or even detect magic strikes you as odd. You've just found out that you could walk from one world to another as easily as crossing the street, though, so you suppose anything is possible.
...
Dab, dab, dab, goes your feet on the floorboards. You use this time to try exploring this strange new magic you've gotten ahold of.
You start by thinking about the Green magic you felt so vividly before.
...
Actually, now that you think about it, maybe Parsley isn't such a good term for it after all. It's wilder, more uncontrolled than that. It's more Grass, really, than any kind of herb.
Geh, you'll just call this Green and be done with it.
Anyways, the green magic, once you concentrate on it for a bit, starts to show itself as a long, glowy string of energy from here to *somewhere*. You follow the string from your place in this other place that this magic is leading you towards, and... and...
Oh! You recognise this place! How could you not? It's the forests just outside Castle Barin! (off the coast of Britannia) You could remember every tree and shrub in area, in even greater detail than when you were actually there!
There! That's the tree you slept on at your first day in this place, your first day as a member of the 501st.
There! That's the tree you climbed on when the rest of your squad was trying to catch you 'cause you stole their panties. You still maintain that it was Erica who started it!
Green wasn't the only colour of magic that the castle seemed to produce. It also outputted a whole lot of White as well. When you try and follow the thread of White, you find that it's mostly linked to the more manmade parts of the island. Most notably, you recognise the vast tarmac field of the castle's airstrip as being especially White. The place where you and your comrades took off from to battle the Neuroi, and was also the place where Commander Minna or Major Sakamoto made you carry some heavy buckets and stand in the sun for some misdeed or another.
You shudder at the memories of it all, and try to think happy thoughts instead. Like breasts.
Breasts, breasts, big, beautiful, sweet Boobiesss...
...
Wait a minute, Castle Barin isn't the only one you've developed a connection to!
You follow this other thread of Green, and hey, you recognise this place too.
This whole place is Castel Sabina, where the reformed 501st got stationed in, right next door to your beloved Rome!
Here's the forest around that castle, complete with all those cool bugs you collected! (even if one of them turned out to be a Neuroi)
Oh! You recognise this place too! A thick rope of Red leads you to those rocky cliffs that the road connecting the base and Rome ran through. You remember Yoshika freaking out beside you, even as you waved your legs out of the truck and laughed and squealed as Shirley did her Shirley-type driving.
A cluster of White strings leads you to the airstrip of deploynent, training, many punishments.
Finally, Red and White, like twin streams of Tomato and Cream sauce, leads to your beloved city of Rome. You've had many blessed memories there, but the greatest of them all was also one of the most recent. You keenly remember you're meeting with Maria, ducchess of Romanga (though you did not realise it at the time). She seemed like such a sad little girl at the time, who lamented that she did not know Rome at all, despite living here for a long time. Well, as a proud Witch of To manga, you certainly wouldn't let this stand! And hey, you have hundreds of Lira in this bag right here, why not offer to enjoy ourselves?
You got punished later, for spending all the money meant for buy stuff for the base on your own whims instead, but you didn't regret it. You made a new friend.
Whoah, all of that just... flooded your head all of a sudden. You feel as if your bonds to these places now extends beyond fond memories shared with friends. You feel as though you can tap *power* from them now, using them to do magic beyond what you could do before.
And even better, you feel like you could get even more.
It made you giddy enough to giggle.
"Umm... Lucchini? Are you okay?"
Stephanie's voice breaks through your imagination.
"Eye'm fine, I'm fine!" you say, even as you wheeze out one final giggle.
Maybe getting lost like this won't be that bad, after all. You think to yourself. You decide that the first thing you'll do upon returning home would be to show off all the neat things you can do to Shirley.
As the two of you reach downstairs, you see purple meanie waiting at a table set up in the centre of the room, a judge with a poofy white beard standing by one side.
"Took you long enough, Ms. Dola." Purple Meanie says.
Steph apologises (for what, you don't quite get), then takes a seat opposite hers. You walk over to sit on a stool by the bar.
As you watch the two of them play, you suddenly feel the presence of some very blue magic being worked. You can sense that it's coming from the crowd, and that it's being aimed at the table. Nobody else in the room seems to have noticed.
You look in the magic's general direction, and you find an odd girl wearing a brown hood, very pointedly facing away from the match. She's sitting at a table at the back of the crowd, against the wall.
You then remember. Steph told you that humans can't use magic. And you doubt tourism is a thing here.
What do?
[] Go up to the girl with weird glowy eyes
-[] Swoop down over her with your Strikers and pick her up!
-[] Tap at her shoulder and ask her what she's doing
-[] Write-in
[] Alert someone
-[] The Judge
-[] Stephanie
-[] Someone else
[] Go out for a bit and explore the town
[] Take a nap
[] Write-in
[] Planeswalk away
Francesca Lucchini
Pilot Officer of the Romangan Air Force
Magic:
-Witch abilities
--Forcefield
--Concentrating magic unto a single point
-Planeswalker "Deck":
Lands:
-Rome
(tap: add R or W to your mana pool)
-Castle Barin
(tap: add G or W to your mana pool. As long as this card is in play, creatures with flying costs one less mana to summon)
-Castel Sabina
(tap: add G or W to your mana pool. As long as this card is in play, creatures with flying costs one less mana to summon)
-Rocky Cliffs
(tap: add R to your mana pool. You may flip a coin. If heads, add one more R to your mana pool. If tails, you lose 2 life)
Creatures:
-Strike Witch (x4) (2W. 2/2. Human Wizard)
(Flying
Only one of the effects described below may be active on this creature at a time:
-If one of the colours paid for the mana cost is red, put a +1/+0 counter on this creature.
-If you have paid for the mana cost of this creature with more than one white mana, put a +0/+1 counter on this creature.
-If one of the colours paid for the mana cost of this creature is green, this creature may be trapped to regenerate target creature, or for you to gain 2 life.
-If one of the colours paid for the mana cost of this creature is blue, you may tap this creature to draw a card)
Spells: None yet
Inventory:
-Striker Unit (Fiat G.55 Centauro) (Upstairs)
-Machine gun (M1919 Browning) (Upstairs)
--Ammunition (several belts) (Upstairs)
-No pants
~~~
[X] Watch their match. Hey, it's not like you have anything better to do, anyhow.
At this suggestion, Purple Meanie stiffens up. She gazes at you, your eyes suddenly cold and calculating. A far cry from the contemptous look she gave you just a few moments before.
"Hey can I come along and watch?" you ask. "I mean, it's not like I have anything better to do, anyways."
I don't see why not." Stephanie says, then looks at Purple Meanie.
You can almost feel Purple Meanie think, as she looks from you, to Steph, to you.
"I..."
You can almost feel... nervousness?, before Purple-Hair bit her lips, turned in the hallway, and started marching downstairs.
"I guess that's a yes!" you say, jumping off the bed and heading after her.
Stephanie just sighs and follows you.
As the two of you and the purple meanie makes their way downstairs, you ask Steph why people were so shocked at your entrance, and what a 'Warbeast' was.
"You mean you really don't know?"
You shake your head.
"Well, people are surprised at you apparently using magic because humans aren't supposed to be able to use magic. It's our one defining trait among the exceed, that all the rest of the races can use the mystic arts or have supernatural abilities beyond imagination, but we don't." she says, sounding for all the world like she was quoting a textbook.
"Warbeast are one of the Exceed, who live on a group of islands far east of here. Speaking of which, are you sure you're not a Warbeast of some sort? Because that'd be the explanation that'd make the most sense right now.
"I'm a human, deal with it." you say, with a charming carelessness that you've seen Shirley pull off dozens of times. You only wish you had a pair of sunglasses.
...
The concept of not even a few humans being able to cast or even detect magic strikes you as odd. You've just found out that you could walk from one world to another as easily as crossing the street, though, so you suppose anything is possible.
...
Dab, dab, dab, goes your feet on the floorboards. You use this time to try exploring this strange new magic you've gotten ahold of.
You start by thinking about the Green magic you felt so vividly before.
...
Actually, now that you think about it, maybe Parsley isn't such a good term for it after all. It's wilder, more uncontrolled than that. It's more Grass, really, than any kind of herb.
Geh, you'll just call this Green and be done with it.
Anyways, the green magic, once you concentrate on it for a bit, starts to show itself as a long, glowy string of energy from here to *somewhere*. You follow the string from your place in this other place that this magic is leading you towards, and... and...
Oh! You recognise this place! How could you not? It's the forests just outside Castle Barin! (off the coast of Britannia) You could remember every tree and shrub in area, in even greater detail than when you were actually there!
There! That's the tree you slept on at your first day in this place, your first day as a member of the 501st.
There! That's the tree you climbed on when the rest of your squad was trying to catch you 'cause you stole their panties. You still maintain that it was Erica who started it!
Green wasn't the only colour of magic that the castle seemed to produce. It also outputted a whole lot of White as well. When you try and follow the thread of White, you find that it's mostly linked to the more manmade parts of the island. Most notably, you recognise the vast tarmac field of the castle's airstrip as being especially White. The place where you and your comrades took off from to battle the Neuroi, and was also the place where Commander Minna or Major Sakamoto made you carry some heavy buckets and stand in the sun for some misdeed or another.
You shudder at the memories of it all, and try to think happy thoughts instead. Like breasts.
Breasts, breasts, big, beautiful, sweet Boobiesss...
...
Wait a minute, Castle Barin isn't the only one you've developed a connection to!
You follow this other thread of Green, and hey, you recognise this place too.
This whole place is Castel Sabina, where the reformed 501st got stationed in, right next door to your beloved Rome!
Here's the forest around that castle, complete with all those cool bugs you collected! (even if one of them turned out to be a Neuroi)
Oh! You recognise this place too! A thick rope of Red leads you to those rocky cliffs that the road connecting the base and Rome ran through. You remember Yoshika freaking out beside you, even as you waved your legs out of the truck and laughed and squealed as Shirley did her Shirley-type driving.
A cluster of White strings leads you to the airstrip of deploynent, training, many punishments.
Finally, Red and White, like twin streams of Tomato and Cream sauce, leads to your beloved city of Rome. You've had many blessed memories there, but the greatest of them all was also one of the most recent. You keenly remember you're meeting with Maria, ducchess of Romanga (though you did not realise it at the time). She seemed like such a sad little girl at the time, who lamented that she did not know Rome at all, despite living here for a long time. Well, as a proud Witch of To manga, you certainly wouldn't let this stand! And hey, you have hundreds of Lira in this bag right here, why not offer to enjoy ourselves?
You got punished later, for spending all the money meant for buy stuff for the base on your own whims instead, but you didn't regret it. You made a new friend.
Lands:
-Rome
(tap: add R or W to your mana pool)
-Castle Barin
(tap: add G or W to your mana pool. As long as this card is in play, creatures with flying costs one less mana to summon)
-Castel Sabina
(tap: add G or W to your mana pool. As long as this card is in play, creatures with flying costs one less mana to summon)
-Rocky Cliffs
(tap: add R to your mana pool. You may flip a coin. If heads, add one more R to your mana pool. If tails, you lose 2 life)
Creatures:
-Strike Witch (x4) (2W. 2/2. Human Wizard)
(Flying
Only one of the effects described below may be active on this creature at a time:
-If one of the colours paid for the mana cost is red, put a +1/+0 counter on this creature.
-If you have paid for the mana cost of this creature with more than one white mana, put a +0/+1 counter on this creature.
-If one of the colours paid for the mana cost of this creature is green, this creature may be trapped to regenerate target creature, or for you to gain 2 life.
-If one of the colours paid for the mana cost of this creature is blue, you may tap this creature to draw a card)
-Rome
(tap: add R or W to your mana pool)
-Castle Barin
(tap: add G or W to your mana pool. As long as this card is in play, creatures with flying costs one less mana to summon)
-Castel Sabina
(tap: add G or W to your mana pool. As long as this card is in play, creatures with flying costs one less mana to summon)
-Rocky Cliffs
(tap: add R to your mana pool. You may flip a coin. If heads, add one more R to your mana pool. If tails, you lose 2 life)
Creatures:
-Strike Witch (x4) (2W. 2/2. Human Wizard)
(Flying
Only one of the effects described below may be active on this creature at a time:
-If one of the colours paid for the mana cost is red, put a +1/+0 counter on this creature.
-If you have paid for the mana cost of this creature with more than one white mana, put a +0/+1 counter on this creature.
-If one of the colours paid for the mana cost of this creature is green, this creature may be trapped to regenerate target creature, or for you to gain 2 life.
-If one of the colours paid for the mana cost of this creature is blue, you may tap this creature to draw a card)
Whoah, all of that just... flooded your head all of a sudden. You feel as if your bonds to these places now extends beyond fond memories shared with friends. You feel as though you can tap *power* from them now, using them to do magic beyond what you could do before.
And even better, you feel like you could get even more.
It made you giddy enough to giggle.
"Umm... Lucchini? Are you okay?"
Stephanie's voice breaks through your imagination.
"Eye'm fine, I'm fine!" you say, even as you wheeze out one final giggle.
Maybe getting lost like this won't be that bad, after all. You think to yourself. You decide that the first thing you'll do upon returning home would be to show off all the neat things you can do to Shirley.
As the two of you reach downstairs, you see purple meanie waiting at a table set up in the centre of the room, a judge with a poofy white beard standing by one side.
"Took you long enough, Ms. Dola." Purple Meanie says.
Steph apologises (for what, you don't quite get), then takes a seat opposite hers. You walk over to sit on a stool by the bar.
As you watch the two of them play, you suddenly feel the presence of some very blue magic being worked. You can sense that it's coming from the crowd, and that it's being aimed at the table. Nobody else in the room seems to have noticed.
You look in the magic's general direction, and you find an odd girl wearing a brown hood, very pointedly facing away from the match. She's sitting at a table at the back of the crowd, against the wall.
You then remember. Steph told you that humans can't use magic. And you doubt tourism is a thing here.
What do?
[] Go up to the girl with weird glowy eyes
-[] Swoop down over her with your Strikers and pick her up!
-[] Tap at her shoulder and ask her what she's doing
-[] Write-in
[] Alert someone
-[] The Judge
-[] Stephanie
-[] Someone else
[] Go out for a bit and explore the town
[] Take a nap
[] Write-in
[] Planeswalk away
Francesca Lucchini
Pilot Officer of the Romangan Air Force
Magic:
-Witch abilities
--Forcefield
--Concentrating magic unto a single point
-Planeswalker "Deck":
Lands:
-Rome
(tap: add R or W to your mana pool)
-Castle Barin
(tap: add G or W to your mana pool. As long as this card is in play, creatures with flying costs one less mana to summon)
-Castel Sabina
(tap: add G or W to your mana pool. As long as this card is in play, creatures with flying costs one less mana to summon)
-Rocky Cliffs
(tap: add R to your mana pool. You may flip a coin. If heads, add one more R to your mana pool. If tails, you lose 2 life)
Creatures:
-Strike Witch (x4) (2W. 2/2. Human Wizard)
(Flying
Only one of the effects described below may be active on this creature at a time:
-If one of the colours paid for the mana cost is red, put a +1/+0 counter on this creature.
-If you have paid for the mana cost of this creature with more than one white mana, put a +0/+1 counter on this creature.
-If one of the colours paid for the mana cost of this creature is green, this creature may be trapped to regenerate target creature, or for you to gain 2 life.
-If one of the colours paid for the mana cost of this creature is blue, you may tap this creature to draw a card)
Spells: None yet
Inventory:
-Striker Unit (Fiat G.55 Centauro) (Upstairs)
-Machine gun (M1919 Browning) (Upstairs)
--Ammunition (several belts) (Upstairs)
-No pants
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A lot less of this, please.
If this were about an older character, it might merely be awkward and immature. However, the protagonist here is twelve. Having a twelve year old child take a sexual interest in touching people's breasts crosses a number of fairly serious lines, you know? I appreciate that you were probably aiming for humour here rather than something more prurient, but while that's a mitigating factor, it is not a negating one. This wasn't simply one throwaway joke, it is neither relevant nor tasteful, and it just isn't appropriate for a child to be sexualized in this way, even in jest.
You leave me with no choice but to infract you under Rule 6 of the Community Compact. Please don't do this again.
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