InfiniteDaze
Too lazy to leave the house
- Location
- I wish I could stay
The fuck?
Salt Quest (SI/ToAru/???)
The fuck?
It's really not easy
- Location
- Up on a Hill
Man, hearing a recap of all this....
...That meter is going to have salt to spare once were done with it!
...That meter is going to have salt to spare once were done with it!
OOW: "I have officially surpassed Chron!"
Chron: "lol in that case I'll update three quests and revive Salt Quest in one night you Faker scrub git on muh level"
The moments pass, it feels like it takes several months for Crowley to finish smirking at me before making his own exit. And I simply stare at his retreating figure, my teeth grinding against one another in what I already know to be impotent rage.
But I step back. Force it down. Swallow it. And resolve to remember this slight, just one of many that I will exact my vengeance for.
I turn slowly towards my assembled students, an angelic smile upon my face, and I can smell the fear pouring off of them. Oh yes. I am not so proud as to say that I would not take out my frustrations on mere children in lieu of my ability to exact revenge upon the correct target.
"They say that sugar is good for getting your brains active, kids." I say, before reaching into my desk and withdrawing a convenient stack of paper, "Let's make the most of it."
I begin handing out the sheets to the front row of students, "We're going to have a pop quiz, everyone. No one gets to leave until you score at least a nine or higher. Cheating will result in unpleasantness."
"But…Uh…Chron-sensei…"
I turn towards the speaker, smiling gently at Kamijou Touma, "What is it, Kamijou?"
"Uh…this is American History, isn't it?"
"Yes." I say, nodding kindly, "Yes it is."
Serenity +5
I wait patiently, going over what I know of events to come, as my students desperately attempt to figure out what occurred. I had no real memory of having prepared that test ahead of time, but knowing myself I felt little doubt that the results would be telling about any other deviations from the world history that I knew. Not that it was immediately relevant, but still.
Eventually, the noon bell rings and I leave the classroom, locking the shutters on the windows and barring the classroom door with a two by four, trapping the students in there with their pop quiz. With a smile on my face, I retreated to the staff room in order to enjoy my lunch.
I would not get to enjoy my lunch.
The first thing I notice as I entered my sanctuary was the presence of the pink haired child, Komoe Tsukuyomi typing away furiously at her computer, seemingly composing a document of some length. Leaning over, I peered at what she was writing.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, WOMAN?!" I scream in horror, revulsion, disgust, and more than a little bit of anger.
The pink haired midget turns around in her chair, one hand behind her head, chuckling innocently, "Ooooh it's nothing, Chron-sensei. I just…ah…was struck by inspiration! You know how it is, teehee~!"
I feel my eyes bulge as my head lists to the side, my feeling of incredulity overwhelming all other emotions.
"W-why?!" I barely manage to choke out.
She shrugs.
"Delete it!"
Komoe frowns, staring at the computer screen in front of her, then back at me, as if making a decision.
"Aaaalright." She says with a sigh, "I'll do it."
No sooner do the words leave her lips than a beeping noise alerts us to the computer screen, where an "upload progress" bar has suddenly appeared on the document. Another beep goes off, and the bar changes it's notice to "upload complete" before disappearing entirely.
"What have you done?!" I scream, falling to my knees and grasping my hair in frustration.
"I-I didn't do anything! Honest!" Komoe says, waving her hands in front of her frantically.
I almost believe her.
"DAMN YOU, CROWLEEEEEEY!"
Salt Meter +25
It would be some time before I felt comfortable enough to move up from my fetal position, and by that time the lunch period was long over. So I picked myself up, dusted myself off, and contemplated killing an adult woman that looked like a child.
The thought proved oddly satisfying.
I retreated back to my personal kingdom, the classroom, determined to torment the students more. And as I opened up the door once more, everything seemed to be in working order, and the students guiltily looked between me and their pop quizzes. Everything was as it should be.
Then one of the windows shattered, and a black and white blur tumbled into the room, upsetting several desks as it flew through the air before landing on the ground, and picking itself back up.
Kanzaki Kaori. The Saint of Japan. Former Supreme Pontiff of the Amakusa sect of the Christian faith in Japan. My mind idly wandered towards Fate/Apocrypha before dismissing the notion. I had enough trouble as it was.
"…May I ask what you're doing here, Miss…?"
The tall woman lifted herself up, her posture loose. And then, her arms flew out to the side, before she raised one leg up, her knee reaching almost to her chest, before extending it out in front of her as her arms proceeded to slowly circle around. She continued to make those kinds of exaggerated steps, as if following a rhythm only she could hear, and I observed Tsuchimikado smirk slightly at the sight.
"Excuse me, could you tell me what's going on?"
The girl shook her head, her body continuing it's bizarre dancing routine as she began to bend her knees, having herself bob up and down to some kind of unheard tune.
This was getting ridiculous, and so I reached out a hand to grasp a shoulder.
"Excuse me, Miss. But please stop interrupting my class like th-hrk!" Kanzaki's magically enhanced strength closes around my wrist like an iron vise, and I feel myself wondering just what the hell I had been thinking, before I get hurled through the wall, back into the hallway, where I wind up on the ground for the second time that day.
I sigh. It really was turning into one of those days.
Salt Meter +5
[] Do you succeed? (1d100)
But I step back. Force it down. Swallow it. And resolve to remember this slight, just one of many that I will exact my vengeance for.
I turn slowly towards my assembled students, an angelic smile upon my face, and I can smell the fear pouring off of them. Oh yes. I am not so proud as to say that I would not take out my frustrations on mere children in lieu of my ability to exact revenge upon the correct target.
"They say that sugar is good for getting your brains active, kids." I say, before reaching into my desk and withdrawing a convenient stack of paper, "Let's make the most of it."
I begin handing out the sheets to the front row of students, "We're going to have a pop quiz, everyone. No one gets to leave until you score at least a nine or higher. Cheating will result in unpleasantness."
"But…Uh…Chron-sensei…"
I turn towards the speaker, smiling gently at Kamijou Touma, "What is it, Kamijou?"
"Uh…this is American History, isn't it?"
"Yes." I say, nodding kindly, "Yes it is."
Serenity +5
I wait patiently, going over what I know of events to come, as my students desperately attempt to figure out what occurred. I had no real memory of having prepared that test ahead of time, but knowing myself I felt little doubt that the results would be telling about any other deviations from the world history that I knew. Not that it was immediately relevant, but still.
Eventually, the noon bell rings and I leave the classroom, locking the shutters on the windows and barring the classroom door with a two by four, trapping the students in there with their pop quiz. With a smile on my face, I retreated to the staff room in order to enjoy my lunch.
I would not get to enjoy my lunch.
The first thing I notice as I entered my sanctuary was the presence of the pink haired child, Komoe Tsukuyomi typing away furiously at her computer, seemingly composing a document of some length. Leaning over, I peered at what she was writing.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, WOMAN?!" I scream in horror, revulsion, disgust, and more than a little bit of anger.
The pink haired midget turns around in her chair, one hand behind her head, chuckling innocently, "Ooooh it's nothing, Chron-sensei. I just…ah…was struck by inspiration! You know how it is, teehee~!"
I feel my eyes bulge as my head lists to the side, my feeling of incredulity overwhelming all other emotions.
"W-why?!" I barely manage to choke out.
She shrugs.
"Delete it!"
Komoe frowns, staring at the computer screen in front of her, then back at me, as if making a decision.
"Aaaalright." She says with a sigh, "I'll do it."
No sooner do the words leave her lips than a beeping noise alerts us to the computer screen, where an "upload progress" bar has suddenly appeared on the document. Another beep goes off, and the bar changes it's notice to "upload complete" before disappearing entirely.
"What have you done?!" I scream, falling to my knees and grasping my hair in frustration.
"I-I didn't do anything! Honest!" Komoe says, waving her hands in front of her frantically.
I almost believe her.
"DAMN YOU, CROWLEEEEEEY!"
Salt Meter +25
It would be some time before I felt comfortable enough to move up from my fetal position, and by that time the lunch period was long over. So I picked myself up, dusted myself off, and contemplated killing an adult woman that looked like a child.
The thought proved oddly satisfying.
I retreated back to my personal kingdom, the classroom, determined to torment the students more. And as I opened up the door once more, everything seemed to be in working order, and the students guiltily looked between me and their pop quizzes. Everything was as it should be.
Then one of the windows shattered, and a black and white blur tumbled into the room, upsetting several desks as it flew through the air before landing on the ground, and picking itself back up.
Kanzaki Kaori. The Saint of Japan. Former Supreme Pontiff of the Amakusa sect of the Christian faith in Japan. My mind idly wandered towards Fate/Apocrypha before dismissing the notion. I had enough trouble as it was.
"…May I ask what you're doing here, Miss…?"
The tall woman lifted herself up, her posture loose. And then, her arms flew out to the side, before she raised one leg up, her knee reaching almost to her chest, before extending it out in front of her as her arms proceeded to slowly circle around. She continued to make those kinds of exaggerated steps, as if following a rhythm only she could hear, and I observed Tsuchimikado smirk slightly at the sight.
"Excuse me, could you tell me what's going on?"
The girl shook her head, her body continuing it's bizarre dancing routine as she began to bend her knees, having herself bob up and down to some kind of unheard tune.
This was getting ridiculous, and so I reached out a hand to grasp a shoulder.
"Excuse me, Miss. But please stop interrupting my class like th-hrk!" Kanzaki's magically enhanced strength closes around my wrist like an iron vise, and I feel myself wondering just what the hell I had been thinking, before I get hurled through the wall, back into the hallway, where I wind up on the ground for the second time that day.
I sigh. It really was turning into one of those days.
Salt Meter +5
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[] What now? (1d20)
[] Do you succeed? (1d100)
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imma smack yer gob m8
SoothingCoffee
Umumumu
- Location
- The Library
[X] 1d100
Grue
滅亡迅雷
- Location
- -
They run on sentient dice, remember?
InfiniteDaze
Too lazy to leave the house
- Location
- I wish I could stay
[X] Flip a desk and if someone gives you an instruction acknowledge it before yelling "But I refuse!".
Nanimani
Probably listening to music
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Fiiine...
[X] Using a combination of magic and technology, bring a low-powered fictional character to life as a proof-of-concept for more powerful ones. If you can bring powerful enough characters that are likely to obey you for whatever reason, you can get started on conquering the world.
[X] Using a combination of magic and technology, bring a low-powered fictional character to life as a proof-of-concept for more powerful ones. If you can bring powerful enough characters that are likely to obey you for whatever reason, you can get started on conquering the world.
...oh dear god
you literally stumbled on the one character you didn't need a natural 100 to get that roll to succeed
damn you, dice
just
god damn you
Hadiz
The Final Solution. To Others.
- Location
- Somewhere.
[X] Your late. But it doesn't matter. Go out to the streets with your boombox you stole/have and slowly rip of your shirt to the tune. Dancing to this with your boombox and slowly gather people a crowd of shirtless people dancing. To dance all Day long.
Edit
If I am remembering right.
This is all part of Uiharu's plan I say.
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If I am remembering right.
This is all part of Uiharu's plan I say.
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