The world has another side, one with secret societies and hidden powers vying for control. But it is not merely humans, nay. For millennia, creatures which a modern man considers fables have been battling in the shadows, both within their own, and others.
Only the Magical Girls can slay the demons of humanity's suffering, and clean up the supernatural messes along the way!

Following next, a newly minted magical girl has to prove herself.

- - - - -
(Previously On)

Our nameless heroine went clubbing, the experience was electrifying, perhaps overly so. One broken window later and a chase through the city with an unknown pursuer. Our heroine was, in the end, protected by a chance encounter with a magical girl and her good ‘friends’.
A choice was offered, and she accepted. Delving deep into her own soul and meeting a mysterious Broker, one known as Sugar. With Sugar’s help, she unlocked her inner powers, crystallizing her soul and becoming Magical Girl SugarRush!

Now, alongside her magical girl sisters, SugarRush is in the midst of her first transformation. Right before they delve into the storm drain tunnels and slay any manifestation of suffering which lies inside.

- - - - -

Light shines all around you, your hands linked with the Leader and Shadow, Jacky across from you.
All are warped, in a way, Leader bound in a silver, Shadow consumed by flame, and Jacky shattered into reflections.
But what of you? Sugar? One ever chasing? Grasping for stars in the sky?
You feel a warmth wrap around you from behind, like a blanket giving you a loving hug. Your lungs take in a breath, and the strong, yet not overpowering smell of confectionary.
The hug wraps further, around your chest, down your limbs, but you feel no discomfort, only the slightest hint of ever present longing. Even as the hug becomes tighter, and static plays across your skin, you can’t bring yourself to panic.
The tension builds amidst the whole group, your hands still held tight, but all look different. Shadow’s arms covered in wave of soot, hands cracked like broken charcoal, and from her palm, you feel spark of heat, one which is reflected deep in her eyes, while the rest of her form remains clothes in a pristine white dress.
Leader’s form, you saw before, but seeing her transform makes it seem much different. A tight silver lace wrapping around her flesh, binding more than tight, the flesh looks choked, but her face is a mask of calm.
Jacky was the most violent. Like a shattered mirror she broke, hands barely fragments hanging on, her flesh a cloud of shards with her crystallized soul in the middle. And on the soul, shard by shard, a form was build, a form… exactly like the one she wore before.

(1/3)

>>6244031 (OP)
And you? You would look down upon yourself, but realize there is no need. You peer upon yourself as easily as peering inside your own mind, your own soul.

Your hands are covered with poofy white gloves, linking directly to the rest. Sleeves poof at every joint, widening and tightening only to poof out even more, a gradient of pink and white dances up your arm, ending at large ball-like shoulder pads of white, resembling a raffaello.
Your torso is wrapped in the most comforting of pieces, one which you lack the name for. It as form fitting as a corset, but poofy as a winter jacket. All while managing to be tight, but pleasantly so. It’s front is decorated with candy buttons, and terminates bellow your neck in an over sized candy bow tie. Above, your short raven black hair carries sprinkles of varied colors, with a few decorative bonbons scattered around for good measure. Bellow, it connects with your skirt by a belt of licorice carrying a buckle of a lollipop head.
The skirt itself flows down in frilled layers resembling a most delicious of cakes, and decorated with sprinkles of chocolate. The skirt, terminating just above your knees, then reveals your candy cane leggings, the mesmerizing pattern pinkish red and pure white covering your toned muscles. All ending at your shoes, ones resembling a jester’s, the top parts eight different ways, each ending with a with a pice of hard candy, with the tip of the shoe stretching out and curling back slightly, all culminating in a sizable jawbreaker.

You seem to have turned into a living sweets-shop. And the strangest thing is, it doesn’t feel weird.

Suddenly, the building static snaps, and you’re all back. Back from that light filled void, back in the van. Back, but transformed.

(2/3)

>>6244032
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(Mechanics)
You feel… a lot, a lot more than usual.
Thing’s don’t seem too bad.


- - - - -
(Links)
Previous Thread:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6204450/

All threads:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=SugarRush

- - - - -
(QM Faggotry)
The last few weeks have been quite exhausting, and I don’t think it will get better. Thus, I have to get better. Like a phoenix from the ashes, I rise. And as I have promised, I will not stop writing until there is a better Magical Girl quest around.
But an over promising fag who flaked once said, ‘At some point, words become empty, all I can do now, is deliver’. He didn’t deliver, I will.
Next update tomorrow barring act of satan (or jannies banning the house IP due to a roommate shitposting too much, *again*, if that happens, next update the day after from mcdonalds wifi).
Minor notes. The title image isn’t good, I couldn’t quite manage the shades I wanted, but the general content is more important than a good result, and if it was the only thing holding back the update, the better option was to just send it, bad or not. So eh, I’ll try to improve it with each thread (and change it when appropriate). A secondary note, I hope the outfit is good, but if it isn’t, during downtime, Sugar can have some moments reflecting and tweak it if so desired. After all, it reflects her (or at least a part of her), she can tweak it as she wants. And finally, a tertiary note, I did take several aspects from the outfit drawn by the drawfag in the last thread and I do want to give credit. Especialy the buttons, the bow tie, the belt, the hair, and the gloves. Again, thank you for the great art.

Gentlemen.
I do apologize greatly for the delay. And thank you for reading.

(3/3)

>>6244033
>Again, thank you for the great art.
It's all in favor of quality storytelling.

>>6244033
>I will not stop writing until there is a better Magical Girl quest around.
you now reminded me of a good one where OP was even gonna add a calendar to the quest and then he dissapeared after ending thread 2 years ago.
anyway, welcome back.

outfit actually taste like sugar?

All eyes land on you, Shadow is the first one to break the silence.
“No wonder Sugar liked you. The Broker Sugar, you know what I mean.”

Jacky joins in, stepping way close into your personal space
“A real sour candy, ey? Sweet outside, sour insides? Or is it the reverse?”

You deadpan.
“Yeah, I’m a sweetheart if you get to know me.”
Putting your hand on the impish girl’s face, attempting to enforce distance with your (slightly) superior reach. Only for Jacky’s form to partly shatter around your hand, the illusion of a unified whole broken.
In your surprise Jacky slips past your defenses and tears off an oversized pink sprinkle from your shoulder pad, throwing it down her reforming gullet.
“Mh, can confirm! Sweet and delish.”

She dodges out of the way of your back swipe.

Your body quickly restores the ‘damage’, the process feeling like stretching a stiff muscle. It didn’t actually hurt, but it did felt like a piece was taken away. A piece of your aggressively protective body. A piece of which Jacky just swallowed after a forceful removal.
A small grin appears on your face just as one leaves her own.

One of her hands goes to claw at her throat but stills before it reaches. Instead forming into a first before accelerating into a proper punch. Shattering both the hand and the throat as a whole. Jacky’s other hand quickly reaches inside the exposed hole and throws the shifted sprinkle on the floor.

Your grin only widens.
“Didn’t say the magic word.”

She gives you the finger.

Shadow leans over the remains.
“Dammit, I hope that thing won’t melt though the van, I don’t want to go through the whole favor carousel to fix something we did ourselves.”
Despite her complains, you can see the edge of her mouth tugged up.

“Wouldn’t be a problem if someone didn’t take a bite out of me.”
You sweep into a crouch to pick the sprinkle up. It holds a half solid shape, parts seem to differ between stickiness and corrosion. As you hold the remains, you feel a sort of internal ‘tug’. You ‘tug’ back and the sprinkle disintegrates before your eyes, instinctively, you feel it reabsorbed. Popping back to your feel, you twirl around before leaning back.
“I’d wager that if I gave out a piece willingly, it’d be fine. Not like I can control parts of myself remotely.”
(1/2)

>>6245908
Your hand already holds two bonbons from your hair. You pop one in your mouth and wave the other at the group. Jacky only grimaces, sticking out her tongue. Shadow hesitates too, considering. But before she can decide, Leader gracefully snatches the small sweet. She is bound up to almost the tips of her fingers. Her movements graceful, mesmerizing even in your current form. You not being blinded outright just means you see even more. She brings it close to her face, eyes focused, nose twitches slightly.
Her bindings wrap all the way up partway up her throat, clawing upwards but unable to reach. Leader closes her eyes, and opens her mouth, bindings straining as her sinuously long tongue slowly wraps around the confection, before, in the blink of an eye, disappears back into her mouth. The click of her teeth clacking together as her mouth closes finally breaks the illusion.

. . .Your own sweet is, well, sweet. A hard candy that you can roll around your mouth. It tastes like lemon with a background of mint. The candy dissolves quickly, owing to it’s small size.

Leader gains a small smile after a moment. Eyes opening, piercing gaze focused on you.
“Thank you, Sugar. It was pleasant.”
She gives a pause between her words, you want to reply, but her gaze says that she is not finished.
“The tunnels ahead contain many dangers. While we are protected from most, a true threat comes from any barriers within. Such barriers contain manifestations that are able harm one such as us.“

Oh come on.
“I thought we were basically impossible to kill?”

“Not all harm leads to death. We need to strive to avoid it none the less.”

Her gaze tears away from you, taking in the whole group. You follow.
They look ready, tense.

. . .

Shadow lets out a sigh. Interrupting Leader (as much as anyone can interrupt a prolonged pause).
“I’m already being forced to train some dickhead in the afternoon, let’s just get this over with. Everybody except the newbie knows what to do, and she’ll learn in action. So come on.”
Despite ending her decisively, Shadow does not move to act.

Not until Leader gives a small nod.
“It would not go well to risk a favor being underpaid.”

- - - - -
(Mechanics)
You feel good. Confident.


- - - - -

(QM Faggotry)
I had basically all of this written Monday, but wanted to make it longer. Afterwards I was punished for my hubris.
Better shorter updates than one update per week.

(2/2)

>>6245910
I was starting to lose hope. I can't wait for some choices.

>>6245908
interesting
>>6245910
we get it.

technical difficulties, I apologize for ongoing delays, an update should release tomorrow or the day after

>>6248764
waiting warmly.

Rolled 52 (1d100)

need some randomness, to read the dice

The van was quickly vacated. Only locked by a regular looking car key.
No one brings much with them. Leader carries the keys, Shadow takes a pair of brass knuckles.
Jacky doesn’t take anything, neither do you. Shit, now you remember you got your main pack and supplies still stashed away, hopefully no one has stumbled across them.

Venturing into the storm drain, Shadow takes point, flexing her arms slightly, and between the blackened burnt remains, embers sprint to life, lighting the way forward.
You are made to follow right after her, with Leader and Jacky side by side behind you.

The signs of habitation are apparent from the start, rags and cardboard thrown near the edges. Wrappers and cans, both metal and glass, interspersed throughout. What you don’t see is, surprisingly, needles, or any other drug paraphernalia. At least none you can recognize among the trash.

When you get too close to one of the trash piles, you feel something in it. Seeping out thing, barely recognizable as a human. Or, at least, that’s what you feel. Your eyes see nothing, the others do not react. Though you stopping does make them pause, even Shadow notices.

“What claims you, sister?”
Leader asks.

You breathe in to respond, but the action triggers another burst of feelings.
The newskull reforming into a directional gangsterpuppet underlings. Conspiratorial deadly sensory controls by radio. Invoking lifelong sworn sneak puppet handmade eyesight gangster cameras. Living lifelong-!
Two small cuts are opened on your lower neck. Into which, two objects are swiftly inserted. Both burn in freezing fire.
Your pupils contract. You realize Jacky is standing before you, or, well, a head bellow. One of her hands holding open your left eye’s eyelids wide apart while the other holds your jaw.

“Looks good.”
Jacky let’s you go, slapping your cheeks lightly.

You feel a hand grasp your neck from your back. Leader leans forward from your side, coming into your view.
“Are you alright, sister?”

Are you?
“Felt some strange things. My powers caught something. I guess I tried to consume it.”

Leader nods.

“Don’t recommend eating things off the ground in a hobo cave.”
Quips Jacky

You reach back to feel your neck, Leader letting go.
There are two links connected.

“What did you stab me with?”

Leader closes her eyes and inclines her head.
“Bound the effects from your mind, and divided them into nothing.”

She tugs her hand sharply away. The links tear out painlessly.
She shows her hand. From her wrist there lie two connected laces. The tips half frayed half melted. The lace brightens momentary, refocusing slightly shorter, in perfect condition.

Shadow calls from a side, her light flickering barely behind a bend in the tunnel.
“We’re close! I can feel the barrier.”

(1/3)

>>6249261
Catching up to Shadow, you don’t see anything different. But you do feel a tension in the air, not the same tension as a before. Hm, you’ll need to start distinguishing between all of these, later, later.

You descend further and further. Tension rising all the while up until the girls stop.
You don’t see a difference, nor any sort of threshold, but they clearly do.
The stand, unmoving focused on something intangible. You try to focus, but while you feel something, you have no clue what to take away from it.

Jacky sighs, annoyed.
“Anger”

Shadow turns to you.
“Do your powers relate to getting angry? Making other people angry? Anything like that?”

Do you? Your magical constitution doesn’t seem related at all. You don’t think Rush makes you angry per say. Vitality is pretty aggressive, but you’re not sure it could be described as ‘angry’.
Maybe your… what do you call it? Taking away from others, giving unto you? Tax? Theft? Drain? Doesn’t matter, names later. Drain for now.
Well, it can probably take away and make it fuel you, but you’re not sure if it counts? So…
“I mean, maybe? I can drain what drives others and get it myself. And last time I checked, anger drives a lot.”

Shadow considers for a moment.
“The connection seems tenuous, but if you can absorb what other have, we can test it pretty easily who’s closer then we actually have the core.”

“Core?”

“You’ll see.”

You send her an unimpressed look, but Leader takes over before you can continue further.
“The barrier’s size is minute, when we penetrate, an enemy will be near. As long as you do not hesitate, everything will go smoothly. But as I have to all others, I shall offer you.”
She raises her hands openly. The other two take a step back, your eyes narrow.

From Leader’s wrists and fingers unveil silver ribbons, dozen per hand. And they start weaving. Glowing as they do. Brighter. Brighter. You feel a tug in your mind, your heart, deeper. The glow stabilizes, the tug becoming an insistent pull.
From the others, you see a glow, centered around the upper back of their necks, but spreading both lower and higher. Their feet braced, as if the pull was a physical force.
Leader continues, as if she never stopped.
“All suffer. But we cannot die. I make sure that you will suffer less by avoiding the cause. And any afflictions suffered will be lessened for yourself.”
The light lessens, what lies in between her hands is a small woven bug. Smaller than your palm.
“All I ask of you is to stay your hand for harm on others carrying such protection. And *never*” Her voice sharpens, pain momentary passes your ears. “attempt to land a killing blow on the same.”


Well?
>Accept. Safety does sound nice, you suppose.
>Reject. You would like to keep your options open, safety or not.

(2/3)

>>6249262
- - - - -

(Mechanics)
Slightly dazed from a leftover emotions.
Generally, feeling pretty damn good.

- - - - -

(QM Faggotry)
I can’t draw bugs worth a damn, but that aside. I need to practice writing Sugar more, she’s supposed to be noticeably prickly. Her being slightly toxic and bitchy is a part of her core and theme. But putting that into her words and actions is proving more difficult than expected. Ah well, practice hopefully makes perfect.
As a note, the four main girls do each have a theme song that I listen to on loop when they have a ‘spotlight’ moment in a scene (none were in this update, but for example, Leader dominating attention in the last update had it). To make a small game of it, if anyone manages to connect one a song to a girl, I’ll think of a reward. Maybe a redeemable perfect roll? Or a short interlude to their past?
Either way, brings some side fun.
A side side note. If you have any questions, both in and out of character, ask them at any time. I will explain what I think is neat or relevant, but if you ask, and it makes for Sugar to ask, she will. (You) are a part of her, after all. If it’s a out of character question, or something Sugar would know and have no reason to talk about, I will just say it in an OOC post.
Next update in like a two or three days.
Thanks for reading, Gentlemen.

(3/3)

>>6249261
>The newskull reforming into a directional gangsterpuppet underlings. Conspiratorial deadly sensory controls by radio. Invoking lifelong sworn sneak puppet handmade eyesight gangster cameras. Living lifelong-!
got confused
>>6249262
>The stand
it's supposed to be 'they' here ?

>Accept. Safety does sound nice, you suppose.
so the bugs make people suffer less and people who have one have to think twice before attacking another with one ? okie dokie
>>6249263
I'll keep it in mind and try to find a theme that fits each one

I can't draw woven texture, but if you draw the next monster, I could make something (I want to but it's not guaranteed). Sorry if I'm unreliable.
>>6249262
>Accept. Safety does sound nice, you suppose.
I don't understand the potential benefits of friendly fire.

>>6249279
>got confused
I think she was picking up some druggie's feelings.

>>6249279
>got confused
The other anon has got it right. Sugar seems to have stumbled upon a source of strong emotions. How such a source might even exist, well, that is something she might discover later.

>it's supposed to be 'they' here ?
Yes, my mistake.

>>6249387
>I can't draw woven texture, but if you draw the next monster, I could make something (I want to but it's not guaranteed). Sorry if I'm unreliable.
My friend, do not fret. This quest has a clear purpose. To have a magical girl quest live on this board, to bring enjoyment to all who engage with it, and to serve as a vector for self improvement. Anything that goes 'on top' of that, is just the cherry on the cake.

>>6249446
Great, I'm reassured then, OP.

update delayed by a day, a bureaucrat has ambushed me, demanding I fulfill his even whim within mere hours, with no chance to prepare on my side, resulting in my time being *limited*
tomorrow, tomorrow... there will be rolls

>>6250579
waiting warmly

You consider for a moment before slowly nodding.
“Hard to see a downside of less suffering. So, how do we do this?”

Leader inclines her head.
“Be accepting, keep your will at the forefront. Nothing else is required.”

Those don’t seem like very strict requirements, but you suppose you shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. A gift bug? Whatever.
So you follow. Closing your eyes and uh. How do you keep something in your mind? Hopefully repeating it just works.
You want safety. You don’t want to suffer. You accept the help. You hope the bug is just a magic metaphor and not an actual bug. You-.
You feel a touch on your shoulder, prompting you to open your eyes.

Leaders piercing gaze stares back.
“It is done.”

You didn’t feel anything.
“Was I supposed to-”

“No, do not worry.”
Leader interrupts you.

Her tone is soothing, but the interruption puts you on the back foot. You are not sure what to make of it.
Before you can collect your thoughts, Shadow reminds everyone, again.
“I don’t have time for this. If you want to discuss, do it after.”

She snatches Jacky’s hand, who then lazily links up with Leader.
“It is paramount to enter synchronized.”
Leader elaborates, and offers you her own hand.

You cautiously take it and look forward at darkness of the tunnel. You can feel something in front of you.
“What is going to happen inside?”
You ask.

Leader considers.
“This is a small barrier, the enemy will be near, and it is doubtful it will be powerful. Shadow will engage first. I shall stay behind with Jacky. If there are a number of enemies, we shall defend the back line while Shadow deals with any elites. If there are no elites, Shadow will help us with a swarm. In case of a small number of powerful elites, Shadow will distract while Jacky gets into position to assassinate.”
She lists variable strategies, the team seem used to each other.
But, something is missing.
“What about me?”

“You, sister, are to do what you think is the best.”
Leader’s voice is tinged with a smile.

Shadow adds.
“You should know what you can do in theory, now you should try it out. Now, let’s get into it, Leader?”

“Everyone, step forward on three, if you do not notice a change, we shall repeat until we have breached the barrier.”
Leader’s voice rings out clear.
“One..”
“Two.”
“Three.”
A step is taken and the world changes. Like dunking your head into a pool, seeing the inside clearly for the first time. Except no childish wonder greets you.
You stand in a maze, the walls only reaching up to your sides. They’re made from the very same concrete as the tunnels. Surrounding you is only darkness, but in the distance, you can hear something. Something big. Erratic breaths, the shifting of mass.

(1/2)

>>6251169
The girls react quickly. Shadow taking an aggressive stance, the embers of her arms igniting, her hands enveloped in flame, she vaults a wall in the direction of the noise. Leader takes cover against the closest wall. Jacky stays close to Leader, peaking over cover.

And you? What shall you do?

>Go to the sounds, try to engage. (Athletics Finesse hybrid roll, determines speed.)
>Try to activate Sugar Rush? (Requires a Wakefulness Instinct hybrid roll, determines how fast you figure it out, you are doing this for the first time, after all.)
>Try to drain your surroundings? (Requires an Instinct roll, results may vary.)
>Wait and see? (Does not require a roll.)
>Write-in?

- - - - -

(Mechanics)
Focused.
Adrenaline feels good.

- - - - -

(QM Faggotry)
The update took a bit to plan but this is not the whole of ‘it’, as Sugar has just entered combat. Basically, choose option, I will tell you what to roll, you roll, I post a short update, repeat until combat is done. Hopefully daily updates (barring major life fuckery).
Apologies for the wait. Good luck with the rolls, gentlemen.

(2/2)

>>6251170
>Try to activate Sugar Rush? (Requires a Wakefulness Instinct hybrid roll, determines how fast you figure it out, you are doing this for the first time, after all.)
It's sugaring time

>>6251170
>Go to the sounds, try to engage. (Athletics Finesse hybrid roll, determines speed.)
I don't wanna active our ability yet

A tie, well. I will post in the general thread and give it a few hours. If nothing, I'll roll for it.

>>6251170
Try to drain your surroundings? (Requires an Instinct roll, results may vary.)

Rolled 3 (1d3)

I have completely lost track of time. For that I apologize.
It seems we have a three way tie now, so I will roll a 1d3.

>>6251752
Drain it is.
Drain is pure Instinct. Meaning I will need one anon to roll me a 4d3, and another to roll me a 3d3. The check on it's own also has a 1 guaranteed success.

Rolled 1, 1, 3, 1 = 6 (4d3)

>>6251755
Sure let's roll

Rolled 3, 3, 2 = 8 (3d3)

>>6251748
you gotta be fucking with me
>>6251755
let's hope we get a good one

>>6251171
>>6251254
>>6251748

You do not know what to expect.
Chasing right after Shadow might just get you in her way, when she’s clearly more experienced at this whole engagement thing. And activating Sugar Rush would, at best, just give you the same options, but with a mindset that might not take no for an answer.
Now trying to absorb the surroundings? That might give you something to go off of. You’re not sure what, but that is the sort of thing you are here to find out.

So you close your eyes, focusing. Feel sorts of... immaterial tendrils reaching out from your body. They do not reach very far, barely past your skin, but they do *taste*. Like a snake flicking it’s tongue into the air.
You are not getting very much from them, but then again, you haven’t tried to, um. It’s difficult to have a good comparison. Maybe a straw? Or a cigarette. Oh, it’s like nursing your drink, sort of. You’ve taken a ‘sip’ of your surroundings, but you’re letting it lay in your ‘mouth’, slowly mulling the ‘taste’ over. But you haven’t tried actively ‘drinking’ though yet.

Well, might as well. You take a deep breath, relaxing as much as you can, in this dark shitty place. Relax…. And, without your lungs, breathe in.
. . .
No? Nothing? Breathing doesn’t do it?
You would have really appreciated some actual instructions when being thrown head first into magic.

Maybe-!
A roar shakes your surroundings, a mix between a deep voice of a man, and a twisted wild beast. Slightly lower in volume, Shadow’s battle cry can be heard. Timed shouts in a rhythm, though one you do not understand.

You focus again, maybe the analogy was accurate enough. Drinking, what do you do? Swallow your spit, take a shallow breath so you don’t choke, hold it, focus on the upcoming taste, breathe out, and *drink deep of what is given.*

(1/2)

>>6252067
Emotions flood into you. But not the sort of surface level flights of fancy. Desires with roots decades deep, wormed into every aspect of it’s hosts life. The desperation willing one to do anything just for the slightest hint of their next fix. No matter how shitty the quality, just a little hit, is all they need. And for that, they would do anything, anything….. and when they get it? Oh for once, things are right in the word. Not wholly, of course, but making the unbearable just that little bit survivable. What more could a person ask for? And what person could resist doing everything in their power to get it back, when it’s cruelly ripped from their hands.
Desperation and euphoria. They flood your system. Memories of lives unlived, most desperate moments combined with the ever present crushing struggle for mere survival. All of them fuel you.
And from where you took them? Echos cruelty ripped away? These halls do not even notice. How could they? There are so so many others, a mere handful will not, cannot, impact anything.
Aside form you, that is.
You who feel like you’re on one of the best trips of your life, grooving wonderfully, the dampness feels downright quaint and the concrete walls prompting ideas of exploration, hell, why not? What are you waiting for?
You feel like you haven’t gotten your fix in months, being ground up alive by this torturous existence, with a hit of the sweetest ambrosia, dangled so close, all you have to do is reach out. Come on, you can’t stay like this.
Come ON!

>Go, engage. (Athletics Finesse hybrid roll, determines speed.)
>Let’s get this thing rolling, activate Sugar Rush. (Requires a Wakefulness Instinct hybrid roll, determines how fast you figure it out, you are doing this for the first time, after all.)
>Collect yourself. (Wakefulness, your inner reality is quite distinct at the moment, making a convincing contrast will be difficult.)
>Write-In?

- - - - -

You feel horrific. Pressure from all sides, your salvation so close. You need it, you need it so bad. But it remains just out of reach.
You feel wonderful. It’s been a rough day, but things are finally looking manageable. And stretching your legs could be fun.

- - - - -

(QM Faggotry)
Took longer than I wanted it to. But still better pace than other updates. This one was noticeably fun to write, not sure why. But I won’t look a gift muse in the mouth.

(2/2)

>>6252068

>Go, engage. (Athletics Finesse hybrid roll, determines speed.)
I hope this doesn't give her psychological addiction. Looks like the worst kind of feeling to absorb.

>>6252068
>Go, engage.

Dinner Time! Let's see what happens when we drain an enemy.

>>6252070
>>6252260
Engage!
The rolls are the same as before, coincidentally. Meaning one anon 4d3 and another 3d3, with the check having 1 guaranteed success.

Rolled 1, 3, 3, 3 = 10 (4d3)

>>6252377

Rolled 1, 1, 3 = 5 (3d3)

>>6252377
so we're indeed getting the feelings of a junkie

Few days. Update should be friday. I apologize.

>>6252944
it's okay, waiting warmly

Energy spent. Dual updates on the weekend.

You b-b-l-link, two voices in your head forming a third synchronicity. You body under precise control frozen. Both bicker, both have their reasons. The details differ, as well as many conclusions. But among them, there is a common ground. One which you can focus on while leaving the rest. One which tell you to GO!
You rush into action, the walls are an obstacle, but they have a small space to stand on top. You clamber on the first, using the height to launch yourself further to the second one. Expecting to land partway to the next one, the jump goes further.
!
You *crash* into the next wall. The fall would have left you down for a few minutes at least. But the sting hurts only for a moment, and you’re back into shape in barely a blink.
Come on. Back, on top. Leap!
! !
You hang in the air for a moment. Barely managing to land with a third of your foot, the momentum carrying the rest. Now, you just have to keep it.
Land into crouch. Spring. Leap!
!
It’s fun. Don’t fall. Just run.
!
You hear laughter, an earnest unhinged mirth, soon joined by a second set of cackling. The two flowing into a chorus. Someone is having fun, and it might just be you.
!
A roar bellows out in front of you. You’re heading the right way, and you’re only speeding up.
Every step lands perfectly, striking the rough concrete, you don’t even have to measure your step, you just go faster, faster!
!
You’re running as fast as your escape yesterday, and you’re just engaged. Maybe a bit hungry, but you think that’s gonna be solved real soon.
!
Like a bat out of hell, you rocket towards the noises. Now clearly combat, as the impacts of flesh ring out.
!
Finally, you get close enough that the sphere of darkness encompasses the-. The *thing*.
A towering bare humanoid, more than two meters in height. And it’s wide, wider than five of you next to each other. Dark purple flesh forming a bulbous imitation of a person, dark veins bulging under it’s skin. It’s head emerging from the torso in a forward facing hump, neck non existent.
It’s facing away from you, and you have about two or three seconds until impact. With your current trajectory, it’s going to be direct.

>Tackle it? (Athletics roll required.)
>Jump on top of it? (Finesse roll required.)
>Write-in?

- - - - -
(Mechanics)
You feel multiple contradicting ways at once.
You think multiple ways at once.
A few ways align, while the rest bicker. You deal with what’s agreed with, and leave the rest for later.

- - - - -

(QM Faggotry)
Update late. Second half of the week was a surprise buttsex of unpleasantness. I apologize. Next update tomorrow.

>>6254565
>Jump on top of it? (Finesse roll required.)

>>6254565
>>Jump on top of it? (Finesse roll required.)

>>6254565
>Jump on top of it? (Finesse roll required.)
tee hee

>>6254579
>>6254645
>>6254871
Jump!
And the rolls are the same, again... I promise there is a system behind all of this, it's simply that Sugar is practically at the baseline.
I require one anon to give me 4d3, and another to give me a 3d3. There is one guaranteed success added to the check.

Rolled 1, 3, 2, 1 = 7 (4d3)

>>6254899

I did promise two updates, but there aren't enough rolls. I'll see what happens overnight, and if the situation remains, I will roll myself (hopefully that won't sully the luck too much).

Rolled 2, 3, 3 = 8 (3d3)

>>6255022
Here

Wideman

Gentlemen, I once again bring shame upon my name. There was too much work, and tomorrow there is more. BUT with any luck, tomorrow late evening should hold a gap of precious time, unmarred by faggotry (aside from the written kind).
I greatly apologize for the inconvenience.

In your heart of hearts. You know, there is only one option. Your grin stretches further as your legs beat concrete. The monster hears you, it turning it’s whole misshapen form towards you. It’s neck seeming to be stuck in place.
Not that would have mattered, you bet that the lumbering thing can’t dodge for shit.
!
You LEAP just as it finishes it’s turn. Sure you couldn’t go too far up, but it’s more than enough to *stomp it’s face in*.
A beautiful angle, time slowing as you bring both your legs together in just the slightest crouch. It’s beady eyes widening at your descending form. The moment hangs for a precious few seconds, as your muscles finally gather enough tension to spring, and right before your fall would terminate, your break your crouch.
!!
The tough flesh distorts under your force. It’s tough, spongy, almost rubbery. But a boot to the face doesn’t damn well care. You don’t partake in the tactile feedback too long, and as you feel the inverse force sneaking up your legs, you fall into a roll, right on the big fucker’s hunched back.
A groan starts to ring out.
You’re not interested in falling, so while your force has transformed into forward momentum, you extend your right hand and grip onto the bulging flesh.
It’s a small wager, that your grip will hold, but with you weighting jack and shit, you’ve come to get pretty sweeeet (heh) grip.
Your hand grasps the flesh, nails burrowing into the flexible tissue. Your right leg lags behind, while your left extends. You shift your weight while your left hand provides balance.
Your right arm screams in exertion, you’ve not trained hard enough for this to be free, but your flesh is not merely held by itself, as your restoration give it’s all to hold the micro-tears in muscle.
Just for a moment.
Just for two.
Only need to hold the upswing, aaaand!
Just like that! You’ve shifted momentum again. Just enough for you to swing back on top of that ugly bastard’s head and land on all fours. Only a few moments have passed since your initial impact, and oh he damn well doesn’t like it.
A shuddering roar rings out as the body bellow you shakes. A deformed hand reaching out for your position, until a Flash of Heat and Light appears. The smell of burning meat, and another louder roar. Leaving the hand spasming.
You’d wager that Shadow is somewhere bellow you, but what can you do?

>Sugar Rush? (You could go for hours, wonder what happens if you multiply it?)
>Gouge it eyes? (Finesse roll with Instinct bonus)
>Drink [[Even Deeper]] (Instinct roll, no fail, only degrees of success)
>Just fucking bite it. (Instinct???)
>Write-in (Something fun)?

(1/2)

>>6256352
- - - - -
(Mechanics)
You feel great, amazing, so damn good. If only you could have just a bit more. Just a tiny bit.

- - - - -
(QM Faggotry)
I am late, once more. I apologize for the delay. There is a significant amount of work in the first half of next week, one needing quite a lot of preparation, but I believe I will manage to make at least one, if not two, updates this week still.
Also, holy shit.
>>6255097
Thanks for the art, drawanon, it’s awesome. My man looks he could crush stone and bend rebar with bare hands.

(2/2)

>>6256352
>Sugar Rush? (You could go for hours, wonder what happens if you multiply it?)
Rush him up

>>6256352
>Sugar Rush? (You could go for hours, wonder what happens if you multiply it?)
let's test it now.
>>6256354
waiting warmly

>>6256352
>Drink [[Even Deeper]] (Instinct roll, no fail, only degrees of success)

I still want to know what happens if you drain an enemy. You could try out Sugar Rush any time in a non-combat situation

Rolled 59, 8, 20, 19, 6 = 112 (5d100)

>>6256381
>>6256461
>>6257701
Votes tallied, Sugar Rush has won.
Sorry for the delay, only a few days left, and after that, I should only be getting more and more time.
Now, some of this would normally prompt some dice roll, but Sugar is getting used to everything, even stuff that's not something one should get used to (plus I totally forgot to ask, and I don't want the update to be pushed even further because I messed up).
So I'll just roll some dice, read them like bones, and figure out a sensible circumstance.

Your heart is beating a rhythmic tune in your ears.
You pace your breathing, inhale through both your nose and mouth, just to get enough air, and quick exhale out the mouth. A simple pattern, in, in, out, out. All you can smell is your own sweat, and cooked meat.
You’ve exerted yourself more before, but you don’t remember any time where it was so *fun*.
So why not make it even more? You know how, what better time to try?

You focus inwards, and surprisingly, right below your surface, you find that inner light shining bright. Heh, guess your current state ain’t that bad, if finding endless confidence is this easy.

. . . -

It doesn’t begin with a touch, or a shock. Just the sort of realization that yeah, you really are that cool. You just did a sick acrobatic twist from a dropkick roll onto a fucking monster. Holy shit. Hell yeah!
The monster shifts, you bob you head to the beat of your heart.
Alright, alright. You got a fugly bastard under you, Shadow is biting it’s shins or whatever she does. What can you do? Well, what can’t you do? Fly, probably (yet!), but you don’t need that just to fuck it up. Well, you got your candy, and-!
The ground shifts under you. The damn beast is ramming it’s head into a nearby wall. The head which you happen to be standing (on all fours) on!
Performing a sick cat jump, you spring from your position and onto a nearby wall. Landing smoothly but losing your position.

“Sugar! You helping or just fucking around?!” A voice rings out, fiery and quite annoyed.

“Dunno what you want me to do, Mimi! I don’t got hot oven mitts like you.”
You holler back. Observing the monster with a half nervous half curious eye. Fat guy has a difficult time getting up after tacking concrete. You’re more surprised it survived him. Heh.

Though...
“Shadow, do we feel pain when we’re hurt?”

There is a momentary silence, like you’ve just asked something so profound(ly stupid), a part of your ally’s brain had to reboot just to comprehend it.

A voice whispers directly into your ear. Making you NOT jump out of your skin as you DON’T make a high pitched noise.
“No shit we do. Thing work the same unless you have a power to change that.”
How the fuck did she get there?
And, wait... do you have a power to change that?
“Shadow, I’ll try something distracting, you want to punch it in the ass while I do it?”

She raises an eyebrow but gives you a nod before… not existing.
One moment she’s there, the other she’s not. Your eyes linger.
Stealing shit must be so easy for her.
(1/3)

>>6258990
Turning back towards the big bastard, he just about managed to get up, and seeing as you’re the only glowing piece of pink ass in his vision cone, it seems he chose you to charge. Oh yeah, you’re glowing, huh.
!
You dodge one swipe of the a muscular hand on instinct.
You tense, then consider, are you about to do something stupid? Naah, you only got good ideas.
The next grab comes, instead, you dodge towards the beast.
It’s surprised, you can *taste it*. It tries to back away, but it’s form isn’t great at backpaddling, and after a few steps it groans. An expression of pain filling it’s face as a fresh whiff of burned flesh grazes your nostrils.
The stagger, the groan, you can use that. You jump, clambering on top of the wide thing’s shoulder.
!!!
A blow lands on your lower back, you can feel something breaking, but even that, it just feels **right**.
You can’t use your legs, and a great pressure in your… everything. But hey, arms still work.
With a flex, you clamber on top of the fucker, it’s not like he managed to get a grip, just beat his chest like a gorilla.
You can feel you internals doing something or other, but that’s not important, you still haven’t tested what you wanted.
While the fucker is slowly reaching up, you pull yourself above his extended head. And as Shadow gives him another ass whoopin, the fucker opens his mouth to let out a pained groan, and you shove a hand in the gaping maw.
It doesn’t last very long, as you could predict. The crunch is one gnarly sound, and it does feel weird as all, as all… well, not really, it still just feels **RIGHT**.
Could probably get fed feet first into a woodchopper and be pretty satisfied with it. That’s, that’s uhh, pretty metal, you guess.
Your legs are feeling better, seems like it was just some spinal thing. You use your other hand to pull yourself forward and wrap your legs around it’s head. Just better wantage, good enough to shove the whole arm in, and the other one too. Heh, you think you look like one of those beer hats, with the straws coming down from top. Well, it’s not like’s you’re doing this for no reason. Should be any moment until….
!!
The beast starts spazming under you. A hand grabs you, not like you could dodge. The remains of your arms torn away from the clenched jaws, dislocating both your shoulders. You land in hard, crashing into the concrete wall and crumbling down with, what you’re pretty sure is, your entire skeleton turned liquid. Ah well, your body will fix it, it fixed your legs after all. What do you have to lose anyway?

(2/3)

>>6258991
The giant flails around, gripping it’s in insides. From your vantage point you can finally sort of see Shadow do her thing. Only visible through her slightly glowing arms, and even those brighten and dim, often dimming and appearing on the other side of the big fuck as he turns around to swing.

Would probably see a bit better if you weren’t damn near upside down, but eh not like it’s uncomfortable or anything. Hell, you’re starting to feel your neck!

Suddenly, a cry rings out.

“Calvary's here, bitches!”

From your current position, you’re not able to do much. But you’re not useless, no, you’re not, you can still uhhh…
>Holler? (Emotional support?)
>Drain (From that distance?)
>Write-in? (Please?)
>Uh, wait? (Enthusiastically?)

- - - - -
(Mechanics)
You feel *right*. As you should.


- - - - -
(QM Faggotry)
I have promised an update, and while it’s basically at the last possible moment, it is an update. I apologize for the delay, and the general slow delivery of content, but it has been somewhat intense. As I said through, it will get better (in terms of quantity at least, can’t promise anything else).
Thank you for reading, Gentlemen, next update Wednesday or Thursday. With me closing the votes (if I don’t totally forget) Tuesday.
(captcha, "DD0NT", what are you trying to tell me?)

(3/3)

>>6258991
>The stagger, the groan, you can use that. You jump, clambering on top of the wide thing’s shoulder.
>!!!
>A blow lands on your lower back, you can feel something breaking, but even that, it just feels **right**.
I'm surprised we didn't detect it before it landed

>While the fucker is slowly reaching up, you pull yourself above his extended head. And as Shadow gives him another ass whoopin, the fucker opens his mouth to let out a pained groan, and you shove a hand in the gaping maw.
>It doesn’t last very long, as you could predict. The crunch is one gnarly sound, and it does feel weird as all, as all… well, not really, it still just feels **RIGHT**.
what was the plan here ? lmao
>>6258993
>Drain (From that distance?)
might as well test the functional distance of the sucky

>>6258993
>Write-in
Just watch the fireworks. I expect a chestburster to come out regardless of what we decide.

>>6259128
What happened here is this
>>6245908

The absolute madwoman
>>6258993
>Drain (From that distance?)

>>6259305
right, I forgot about that. man, being able to real your body from anything is really neat to pull shit like this.

>>6259128
>>6259331
Drain

>>6259305
Enjoy the show

Drain is a win.
I will need two anons to roll me 8d6 (with the latter half of each roll being only potential dice). The roll has one normal success added to it by default.

>>6260069
Forgot the name, I apologize.

Rolled 2, 1, 6, 6, 3, 5, 5, 6 = 34 (8d6)

>>6260069

Rolled 6, 2, 1, 4, 5, 6, 3, 5 = 32 (8d6)

>>6260069
Missed this, sorry

Update half written out, but I just can't push it any more today. I am sorry, gentlemen. I am getting more and more time. But the workload has not dropped off yet. Update tomorrow. I apologize again.

>>6261546
it's okay, OP

One more day. I am sorry.

>>6262201
waiting warmly

You wait for a second after the cry rings out. Shadow isn’t stopping her assault, and neither is the big guy.

. . .Drain might work. Before you did it through touch, or just indiscriminately around, but you don’t got working hands, or any limbs for that matter. You still got eyes, and maybe you could point with your tongue if that doesn’t work.
Mustering a sharp glare at the monster you… how did you do it before? Drinking, right. How do you drink from a distance? A straw. Fuck it, sure. You got a mosquito straw of eyesight. That sounds good.
Focusing with your eyes open is a bit of a bitch, but you can manage, you’re doing everything *right* after all. Every step is one towards success.

You focus, try to imagine yourself sipping, bit more, just a bit.
You feel something, the Desire for another hit, the Will to do anything for it, a half forgotten daze, rummaging through your neighbor's shack while he spasms on the ground, you know he has a stash hidden somewhere, you Need to find it.
It feels *right* but it’s not quite there. You don’t feel the vitality, the strength of the massive beast. It’s the environment, like swimming through syrup trying to reach uh.. you lost the analogy half way.

A shrill scream rings out. Jacky falls over the wall next to you, directly onto her face. She shatters into a mass of glass shards, reforming crouched. She scans the scene, noticing you.
“Sugar, you alight?”

“Yeah.”

“...Alright”
Her eyes aren’t quit believing, but... hmm, her eyes.
You remember in the morning, when you were at Scott’s place, she was eyefucking them basically the whole time. Drinking someone in with your eyes, that’s a figure of speech, right?

You don’t really got anything for the monster, but not like you got anything personally against it. It broke your spine, twice, but that doesn’t mean you can’t appreciate it. Like looking at a statue, yeah.

So, you give him a proper ravenous ogle.
!
You tapped into something, something deeper.

(1/2)

>>6262991

He really is a big bastard. Bit wider than you are tall, and that’s just the torso. Each of his arms is as thick as you.

Before, it felt somewhat coherent, like a single stream. Now, it’s like you’re at an, uh, place where streams cross.

You don’t know if it’s a he, plain as a ken doll, does make the fight a lot less awkward. You’ll keep calling it a he though.

You feel someone strike you, or, the thoughts after someone stuck you? You want to reach back, a dull ache on your temple. There is no pain. Closing your eyes, you feel pretty content, maybe just a bit peckish.

The rubbery muscles look strange. Remind you of balloon animals more than anatomy.

Your neighbor just attacked the guy on the corner, he’s standing over him with a pipe, frozen. He’ll rob him soon but that gives you time. He left his tent unguarded.

His flesh is bulging from underneath, maybe your little confectionery is doing some work.

He was always smiling, even when everyone got nothing, he was always smiling. What did he have that you didn’t? Why did he smile when you suffer. What was he hiding, you had to know. He’s still smiling.

The space between you is hazy. Like the summer heat on an asphalt road. You strain your eyes more.

Your tent, someone- He’s coming back, you reach for your shiv – steal from you? Haven’t you suffered enough – You need to strike now, he’s already killed, you’ll be next - ! - You clutch your chest, stumbling back - !

The space tears, in between? Like a mirror? No, a snow globe? As if a big snow globe suddenly appeared. Or was always there? As if you were jumping against the wall, desperately clawing to reach the ceiling, but in your efforts, tore away the wallpaper, revealing the plaster beneath.
The space, the snow globe is dark, and not the darkness around you, which only exists beyond a point, simply, darkness. The edges of the globe fray, they hurt to look at. When you focus closer, the hole widens.

You fight, pass, panic, die.
You stare at the hole.
You lay against the wall, in your healing yet broken form.
You feel *right*

Do you want to do anything? Feels the same either way.
>Close your eyes?
>Enjoy the darkness?
>Contemplate your feelings?
>Think of something else? (Write-in?)

- - - - -
(Mechanics)
A lot of things are on your mind, most scream for attention equally.
You feel *right*.

- - - - -
(QM Faggotry)
Writing something disorienting while remaining relatively coherent is difficult. I might have failed on the latter qualifier.
I apologize for the delay, Gentlemen. Vote closes Monday or Tuesday if I forget. Update should be either Wednesday or Thursday. If I don’t manage, Sunday or later. Will be keeping everyone updated.

(2/2)

>>6262995
>Contemplate your feelings?
it seems to have worked, although we're still getting stuff from the enviroment as well

anons are sleepy

>>6262995
>Contemplate your feelings?

>>6262995
>Think of something else? (Write-in?)
Try to speed up your regeneration

>>6263315
>>6264428
>>6264452
Contemplation wins. Slight delay on my part. The update should come tomorrow or the day after.

what I expected to be spread over four days has been compressed into two, after so long where there is pressure at all times, things are strict
I need a few more days, if I don't crash and burn, Saturday and Sunday should be good, if I do, I don't know, I will keep you informed, that is the one thing I swear
I apologize

>>6265813
Alright, we'll be waiting.

The wild ride is finally, finally, finally, over. I am achieved maximum writing time for the foreseeable future. Right now, I have part of the post written up, tomorrow, I will finish it and put it up a vote.
This thread has not been very active, and for that, I apologize, but it will be up and up for the foreseeable future.

>>6267567
Waiting for ya

Eyes closed, focused.

You feel *right*. It underlines all your thoughts, all your actions.
But grasping what it means to feel *right* is a more difficult. You know you can do things you did not intend. Pain still feels bad as always and failure is still one the table.
But it just doesn’t matter, that is the core, because every step, no matter how it goes, brings you towards your goal. The place where you should be in life. Your actions, no matter if they go as you intend or not, still push you towards that path.
When you got hit and thrown, it was painful, it felt bad, but it passed your mind without a thought. So what if you struggle, if you hurt, you are completely certain, without a single shred of doubt, that all of it has a point.

But that is broad. Too broad to act on. Like a unknown variable on both sides of the equation, if every action you could do is right, then it’s right-ness does not bare factoring into consideration.

You haven’t truly *wanted* to do anything in a long time. Avoiding things, sure, and you tried many things in an attempt to find what felt *right*, what you could do for the rest of your life without doubt. Looking for something that would feel like you weren't wasting your time.
But in that case, you would also have everything else, which wouldn’t feel *right*, giving you direction.
What do you have now? How should you decide your actions when you can’t go wrong?
Morality?
Fun?

…

If you don’t have any better ideas, you’re practically in the same place. Simply trying things. Except... you got the girls. For better or worse, they seem to act like they’re stuck with you, and, like you saw with Jacky, they seem to have at least some life outside of this. Thus, experience. Advice. On top, you have your Broker, Sugar. She promised you help, for however much that’s worth.

(1/2)

>>6268487
But, all that is just opportunities to bash your head against the wall some more… You locked yourself into responsibility that you previously escaped, and still aren’t any closer to know what to do with your life.

...

You flex your hands, eyes open. Your spine has stitched itself together. You roll to the side from your upside down splayed position. As you rise, you see the snowglobe hole has shrunken down to the rough size of your torso.

You take a deep breath. . . and release.
Your head is not clear yet. You focus, as you can closes your eyes once more. On the surface are a few... voices? No, not quite. More like… echos. As if you peeked into a cave and heard bits of a finished conversation bouncing off the walls.
Most wail in similar tunes, cycles of desperate desire, rushing pleasure, content bliss, and rising panic. A few stand out, a fool, a thug, and a thief. The fool is too blind to see the suffering of life, so he smiles and laughs despite himself. The thug himself is too blinded by his own mind to see past his own suffering, to see the suffering of others. And the thief is too blinded by his greed to see anything but opportunity, throwing his life aside.
The fool dies. The thug dies. The thief dies. *Something* happens.

Another deep breath. In. . . and out.
The voices aren’t quiet, but they are more synchronized. You can ignore them better.

Opening your eyes once more. You step around the snowglobe hole, giving it a wide berth. It seems to stay in place. Past it, remains the monster, and Shadow. Jacky is nowhere in sight.
The monster is kneeling, hands on the ground, head laid low. Occasionally twitching. Shadow is near the head, in some sort of pose. Unmoving, she looks tense, focused.


You’re calmer now. Got your thoughts in order. Does that make you better, or just different?
>Check out what Shadow is doing.
>Is Leader somewhere here? (Athletics/Finesse hybrid roll, climbing up the walls and moving around.)
>Go punch it in the face. (Straight Athletics roll)
>Write-in?

- - - - -
(Mechanics)
Many voices wail. They don’t bother you.
You’re more focused. But no less *right*


- - - - -
(QM Faggoty)
Another day delay. I apologize. As said before, at this point, any further words would lose meaning, the only way out is to deliver.


(2/2)

>>6268489
>Check out what Shadow is doing.
jack is back

>>6268489
>Is Leader somewhere here? (Athletics/Finesse hybrid roll,

>>6268505
>>6268540
I'll let the tie be for another 8 to 10 hours, if there is still a tie by then, I'll roll for it. Depending on what wins, some rolls on the part of the anons might be necessary.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>6269112
A slight delay, as I have spilled water on my PC.
1 - Shadow
2 - Leader

>>6269372
Alright, an Athletics/Finesse hybrid roll.
I will need two anons to roll me 8d6 (with the latter half of each roll being potential dice). The check itself has one guaranteed success.

Rolled 5, 6, 4, 2, 4, 4, 5, 5 = 35 (8d6)

>>6269374

Rolled 6, 4, 1, 3, 1, 1, 3, 2 = 21 (8d6)

>>6269374
here I come

I am writing, but things are going slow. Update tomorrow. Sorry for the delay.

>>6270249
waiting warmly

Power was out, alongside another circumstance. Another delay. I am not keeping up my promises, but I am trying. I apologize.

>>6270833
understood

You haven’t seen Leader since the start of this incursion. Back then, she was seemingly just taking cover.

Finding her shouldn’t be too much of a problem. While you were turned around when fighting, you’re pretty sure that Jacky came from the starting direction.
You turn, leaving Shadow to whatever her plan is, and climb on top of the wall. You don’t quite muster the adrenaline pumping momentum of the start. A calmer demeanor somewhat prevents it. So instead of a bounding run, you simply leap across each gap, look around, and repeat.

In ten cycles, you reach the edge, where your vision simply stops, as if you were trapped in a dome of darkness. Thankfully, you also find Leader. She is still in cover, eyes closed, brows furrowed. When you jump down next to her, her eyes calmly open, gaze sharp.
And it’s not the only thing.
“What do you require, Sister?”

Her almost hostile tone surprises you, but not enough to bear thinking of.
“Advice. I tried what I could. Fought the monsters, hurt it, used my powers on anything and everything. What am I supposed to do now?”

Leader considers, the question momentarily hanging in the air.
“Nothing, Sister. We have worked as one for a great amount of time. You are a new introduction, not yet integrated. Our strategies do not consider you, nor have you enough experience to fill roles opportunistically.”
She closes her eyes, pausing for a moment… her expression losing it’s tension.
“Nor are you expected to. This is a simple opportunity to test your capabilities.”

“So… what? Am I supposed wait here until you guys finish up?”

“It shall be done momentarily. Shadow is performing an execution while Jacky presents the possessed manifestation.”

You would be bothered if not for the absolute certainty that it will all lead you down the *right* path.

Though there is the question of Leader.
“So what have you been doing?”

Her expression does not change, but you do get a slight sense of annoyance from her.
“We have been monitoring the team, making sure that any blows that can be dodged are. Something which, admittedly, you have made challenging.”

You suppose that putting yourself in positions where dodging is nigh impossible *could* be frustrating for someone trying to keep you safe. Though you wonder how she’s been doing all of that from over here. The bugs, probably, but that doesn’t explain how they work. Nor-! ! !

Three rapid explosions ring out.
Leader leaps up, gaze focused. Starts scaling the wall towards center.
“We need to regroup. If the barrier goes down while we are apart, we will end up split.”

You follow, climbing next to her.
“Is being split dangerous?”

“No, but it wastes time.”
The moment she gets footing on top of the barrier, she leaps to the next one, you follow behind.

(1/3)

>>6271398
This time, it takes only four leaps until you can see Shadow and Jacky heading your way. You all jump down in the middle gap.
Hands are linked once more, you holding Leader and Jacky.

There is a shake and a pop, not too unlike a fading echo of thunder.
And you stand in the storm drain once more, holdings hands.

Leader lets out a long breath, before straightening. She looks pristine.
“We shall lead, Shadow, if you would, light the way. We can discuss the share while we walk.”
Turning, she walks down the drain, all follow.

Shadow joins Leader’s side, her arms ignite once more, lashing the walls in flickering glow.
“The gem is primary anger, with an undercurrent of desire. I know that doesn’t resonate with Leader, and the connection to Jacky is weak. I can use anger pretty well, and desire decently, but that doesn’t account for Sugar.”
Shadow turn halfway to you.
“Do you work off of those emotions better?”

You consider. You do remember a certain level of desire, but not quite directly. More as a stepping stone? Which is a stupid thought, desire for desire’s sake is not quite the concept, but still. It felt more as a result of your powers than any other link. And anger? You felt some after you drained, but that seems even more like a consequence.

“I don’t think so. I do feel a lot of things after using my powers, but neither of those seem to really be the core.”

Shadow nods.
“Alright, then I’ll be taking the gem. And owing you all a favor. One related to getting your stronger. As standard.”
As she turns back, Jacky pipes up.
“Don’t forget newbie favors!”

Making Shadow turn once again and nod.
“Ah, yeah. Sugar, we all owe you a favor, again, related to getting your stronger. It’s a thing, until you find your footing.”

Leader interjects.
“We are nearing exit. A further plan should be discussed. There is an arranged training session We shall be attending. While Shadow has been called on a favor.”
There is a brief silence before Jacky picks up.
“Oh, I don’t have any plans right now. Too early to drink, the boys are out, or too far. So I’ll just be chillin for a bit.”

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>>6271400
Leader nods.
“Sugar, while you do carry autonomy, you do not know our ways. Thus, it would be wise to be alongside one of us when possible. The training We shall be attending does carry a part digestible to a beginner.”

Shadow follows up.
“I’ll be training a girl, but as long as you don’t get in the way, it should be fine. The place also has space for practice. Might give you some perspective into how we fight.”

Jacky lazily adds.
“Like I said, I’ll just be chillin, though if you have ideas we could do something.”

Decisions decisions. All feel right. Training with Leader or observing Shadow, both will likely lead towards you getting some perspective. Into how a magical girl trains, if nothing else. Alongside possible self improvement. As for Jacky, you could get some information about magical girls, or other things, and you also have your backpack stashed in a park. She probably wouldn’t mind going to get it with you.

>Leader
>Shadow
>Jacky
>Write-in?

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(Mechanics)
*Right* yet focused.

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(QM Faggotry)
I am very tired, hopefully no too many grammar mistakes. Will close the vote tomorrow and try to make an update over the next day and the one after. Thank you for reading, gentlemen, and I apologize for the delay.

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>>6271403
>Jacky
I want Sugar to ask about magical girls and the guys in the apartment. If they have powers too. It would be cool if they were Riders.

>>6271403
>Leader
Training with leader seems nice

I haven't managed to get a good time stretch today, so I'm not writing either way. Might as well leave the vote up for another half a day. If it's still tied when I get a bit more time, I'll roll for it.

>>6272091
sure thing

>>6271403
>Jacky
I want that backpack

>>6271419
>>6271529
>>6272387
Jacky wins!
Long day today, so I'm a bit late, update either today, or early tomorrow.

>>6272387
>I want that backpack
oh well

Got part of the update done. Will do the rest after I rest up. I need a roll, not for a pass/fail scenario, but more to see how to flavor a scene.
This is a bit sudden, and I do need it within nine hours, so I'll make it a one anon roll, hope that's alright. I need a 10d6, with 5 of those dice being potential. A normal roll in these circumstances would receive one guaranteed success, but not for this specific action.

Rolled 2, 1, 4, 5, 3, 5, 2, 2, 4, 1 = 29 (10d6)

>>6272625

Rolled 4, 6, 1, 1, 4, 3, 6, 4, 5, 1 = 35 (10d6)

>>6272625

delay due to sheer personal stupidity, update hopefully tomorrow

Getting your stuff back, what little you have, is the most time sensitive. Any hobo could nab it, even if you hid it well.

“I’ll go with Jacky, I have a backpack stashed in the park. Wanted to get it in the morning after the club but…”
It really has not even been a day since you went into the club.

Jacky gives you a rough side hug.
“A’ight, shouldn’t be too much of a problem. Especially if you mean the lower park.”

You don’t know the layout well yet.
“The one near the riverfront, had a stream running through it.”

Jacky nods.
“Yeah that’s the lower. Lots of frat brats grilling by night and family picnics by day. Especially this time of year. Shouldn’t be a problem.”

As the group turns a corner, you see daylight in distance.

Leader once again takes over.
“We shall be going to the Shadow Market. Before then, We shall ferry all of you. Shadow, where do you wish to be taken?”

Shadow Market, Shadow Shadow. It’s a bit confusing.

Shadow, the magical girl one, responds.
“Thanks, just get me to a metro station, I’ll be good from there.”

Leader nods.
“And you, Jacky?”

“The park edge would be great.”
After a brief moment, Jacky adds.
“Thanks.”

Leader nods again.

The group exists the storm drain in a different spot, however, the van is within sight.

Leader lets everyone in through the side door. The group forms back into a circle, the same positions as before. Jacky stands opposite to you, Leader on your left, Shadow on your right.
Leader elaborates.
“After each incursion, it is customary to put our masks back on in the exact same place as we took them off, with the exact same participants. Manifestations can attack not only our bodies, but our minds, wills, and souls. No matter the case, we must resist.”

You link hands and close your eyes.

Leader’s voice resounds.
“Now, calm yourselves, think of what grounds you. What you have struggled through, survived. How low you had to scrape, break, and bow. But remain unshaken, Sisters, for We have each other.”

An uncomfortable proposition.

You close your eyes. Thinking of what once was is difficult. You suppose you are grounded already, but more apathetic than anything. From the others, you feel trickles of emotions, but they are hard to identify, mixed as they are. You feel hints of panic, loneliness, shame, and empty failure, alongside many other smaller hints.
But what have you? You’re not certain you have much grounding in your past. All you have is that dull empty feeling, the memory of your realization. That if you keep your path, all your life will mirror just that soulless moment.

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>>6273507

A certain weight settles over you. Like being rained on when waiting for a bus, when you damn well know it’s not taking you anywhere better.

A moment passes without you even realizing. Your eyes are open, and you feel nothing.
!
Your legs give out, you fall on your ass. Arms stretched as the others still hold your hands. Your own grip limp.

You slowly blink.

. . .

When you next become aware of your surroundings, you’re laying in a cot.

You hear footsteps. Jacky comes into your vision and leans down. She doesn’t look worried, but her words are sincere.
“Hey Sugar, you good?”

Are you? You feel… strange. Not bad, not depressed. Just kind of aimless and empty. Like you were on a roll and then forgot your train of thought so bad you, well…

“Not really.”

She nods, then hesitates.
“You feeling proper shit, or just not good?”

Speaking is annoying at this point, but it is forcing you to do something, anything. Which is forcing other parts of your mind to get off their ass.
“Not… not even a little good.”

She nods again.
“Well, we’re at the park. Leader parked here and headed out. You can rest more, or we could walk it off. Your choice, I don’t mind either.”
She shrugs.

You don’t really feel like walking right now. You bet taking a nap would make you feel better, but you don’t feel really tired either. You suppose you have a captive and willing audience, you could ask a few questions, pass a bit of time, see how you feel after. It’s worth a shot.
“I think I’ll rest for a bit. Could I ask you some things in the meantime?”

“Sure, I can’t promise I’ll be able to answer, but ask away.”
She moves, and you turn your head to follow. She ends up sitting in the opposite cot, leaning against the van wall.

Questions?
>Write-in?

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(Mechanics)
You no longer feel *right*. You feel somewhat empty.

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(QM Faggotry)
I got stuck on how to write the detransformation for a good while. In the end, I just slapped it together. The rest of the scene might have suffered, I’m not certain.
I apologize for the delay. The next few days will be up for questions. If little or nothing gets asked, I do have a few ones to reach a sort of minimum.
Thank you for reading, gentlemen.

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>>6273510
>Is it that common to feel like shit after turning back ?
>How long have you been doing this ?

>>6273510
Ask him about the guys in the apartment, if they have powers too. About the Shadow Market and if it's common to feel like shit after changing back.

I'm working on the update. Though I'm a bit slow. If the thread goes to archive before I finish, I will make a new one by the end of the week, hopefully with a meaty opening post.
I apologize for the delay.

>>6274728
waiting warmly

It took me a while to think of how exactly I want to answer those questions, and it's taking me an ever greater while to actually write them down. Partly due to other side questions emerging, and me being unsure how much to reveal. It did kind of turn into a character scene for Jacky (and a small one for Sugar) by happenstance, and I wasn't expecting it, so that also complicates things a bit.

I apologize for the delay. Update should be ready by tomorrow if the stars align (probably not), and hopefully by Friday unless I get stuck again. If that happens, I will release the parts of the update I do have, and work on the rest after.

Again, I apologize.