Thursday, October 27, 2016

The "Best" RPG Ever-26




Just a quick note that I forgot to update the writing status for a while but now it should be up-to-date again.



Zack's tail-fur was so long and thick that by the time he was finished cleaning only it, everyone else was finished, riduculous hair and/or fur of their own included. He just listened to the others talking about all the things they wanted to have in the new house and quietly suppressed a full smile. It felt like...no matter who they all had been before, the four of them were friends now. He certainly felt that way, at least, and liked seeing them happy, especially for whatever part in that he'd managed to have. He was less successful at preventing his tail from wagging a bit behind him, but nobody was watching him carefully enough to notice that.

Eventually Mika stretched her arms out and said, "Well, I think we'd better get out soon or we'll just prune up. Also I only rented this place for an hour and have no idea how long we've actually been here."
"No way it's been a whole hour yet," said Katherine, "even including changing clothes. Fair point on the first part though." She stood up first and headed back to her own changing room, and the others got up in turn, each carefully wrapping their towel back around on the other way up even though none of them was going to stare anyway.

Zack got out last, and resisted a mild urge to shake himself dry once he was out of the water. The dry towels in the changing room took care of most of him, but the hair and fur predictably refused to get dry. He wondered idly whether there was some magical equivalent of a hairdryer, especially since people having fur was common in this world, while putting his streetclothes back on. There wasn't anything like that here, though, so he'd just have to rely on the sun today.

He walked out of the bathhouse to find the wolf standing next to the door. "Oh...hi," he said, looking at it. It wagged its tail, walked up and sniffed at him.
"He wants to know if you fell in a lake," translated Katherine.
"No, I just cleaned up," said the knight, kneeling over slightly to be at eye-level with the animal. He put out a hand, palm-up, and it sniffed that briefly. "What, you don't ever clean yourself? How does your fur stay white?"
The wolf stared back with what he thought was a slightly confused look. "...He doesn't know," said Katherine, "It just always has. Magic?"
"I guess so." Zack stood back up and looked around at the others. "Well, far as I'm concerned we can just relax for the rest of today, maybe split up and plan on meeting up at the inn for supper later. I'm gonna look into buying that armor I saw the other day."

"Okay, see you guys later!" said Mika, getting out her broom and immediately flying off and up into the sky.
The remaining three shared a brief look and collective shrug. "You gonna be okay without a translator?" asked the catgirl.
"I think we understand each other pretty well." The wolf made a small growling noise in what seemed to be agreement, and followed him off down the street.

Katherine finally noticed that Zack's tail was wagging as she watched him leave, and allowed herself a slight inner chuckle. "So, what're you gonna do?" she turned to the elf to ask, "just out of curiosity."
Nora shrugged. "I'm..uh, consdering looking for a library. Maybe, um, finding a history book or something. It s-seems like at least one of us should know the lore of this, uh, world."
"Cool, cool. Mind if I tag along?"
"N-not at all."



Aria woke up fairly close to town, and flailed briefly before being accidentally dropped onto the ground. "Gah!" She popped back up and looked around, excitedly dusting herself off. "Uh.."
"You fainted after we killed the giant bird," said Rayna.
"Did you dream again?" asked Lynn.
"Um...no, I don't think so. Last thing I remember is..." She thought for a moment. "Yeah, running after the bird. Hey, you're new!" She had just now noticed Dr. Kellen.
"Yeah, this is Dr. Kellen. She's another player," said Lynn, "healed you right in the middle of the fight."
"Oh, so we got a healer then. That's good," she nodded.
"If you intend on being reckless and stupid your entire life I may not be willing to heal you," said the winged woman with crossed arms and a stern glare, even though she would never actually not give someone medical attention.
The entire posture she was faced with reminded her of a mother, not something she'd expected from this small newcomer. "W-well, I can't help it," said Aria, her head tilted slightly, "sword makes me crazy." She made a little twirling motion next to her head with her finger to emphasize.
"Insane and idiotic are two different things," she countered, to which the shapeshifter could only shrug.

"Aand, it looks like we're pretty close to town, too?" said Aria, turning around to face the walls.
"Yeah, we had to carry you here or we'd have been back for an hour by now," said Lynn.
"Hey, don't worry, there's still a couple of hours left," said her friend, grinning, before leading the way forward.
"Left for what?" said Dr. Kellen, who had somehow wound up at the back of the group.
"Lynn has a date with a nice town-guardsmen," said Aria.

"Oh. Hm."
"What?" said the archer, turning her head to look backwards. "I-it's not a big deal or anything, we're just having supper together."
"Apologies, I didn't mean to give the impression that I don't approve," said Dr. Kellen. "It's just occurred to me that I seem to be attracted to males also, now."
"Eheh, welcome to the club," said Aria. "I have no idea why whoever's put us here thought that was needed."
"Do you think a single being with intent responsible?" asked the half-avian curiously.
"Well, there's now four people here that basically the same stuff happened to. It looks less and less like a coincidence the more it happens."

While they walked into the town, Rayna looked to Dr. Kellen and said, "Hey, how good are you with directions?"
She appeared to consider the question carefully for several seconds before responding, "...Adequate."
"Well, maybe you should just stick with me for now. I'll show you where the inn we're staying at is, maybe show you around town a little 'till you get familiar with it?"
"That's very kind of you, thanks."
"These two've got other things to go to anyhow," she said, indicating the other half of the party. "Have fun on your date and/or meditation!"

"I don't think that's really the point—" started Aria.
At the same time, Lynn said "And/or?"
Rayna just shrugged and grinned at both of them. "Hey, you never know!"



Katherine stopped abruptly about halfway to the library. Nora stopped a couple of steps afterward and turned around to see what was going on. "Uhm.."
"I think I'm gonna have to take a rain check on the library for now. Something just came up."
"O-okay? S-see you later."
"Yep!" She ran off in a seemingly random direction, and the elf could only shrug to herself and continue onward.

Shortly thereafter, Aria paused at someone yelling "'Scuse me!" and turned to see the owner of the voice waving and running in her general direction: A catgirl in a t-shirt and shorts, with mildly damp hair.
"Uh, hi?"
"Yeah sorry, this is kind of a strange question but I have the power to read minds and right now yours just seems to be repeatedly chanting the word 'blood' in a very deep-throated voice?"
"...Oh. That's, just the demon sword," said Aria, putting a hand behind her head. "Long story, I pulled something out I probably should've left in."
She frowned, and the cat-ears sank to a horizontal position. "I think you could elaborate slightly on that."
"Okay, so someone sealed a big scary demon in a sword and then sealed the sword with a bunch of wards and curses and things. And here it is," she said, producing said sword, still sheathed. "It's tied to my mind and obsessed with eating blood, so that's the voice you're hearing. Why are you trying to read my mind, by the way?"

"I..I'm not reading your mind specifically, I just have a general sense of what people around me are thinking. I have to leave that on in case someone's about to jump me in the street or something."
"So you heard the demon talking and wanted to know what that was about," said Aria, putting her sword away again. "I guess curiosity killed the cat?" she added with her best imitation of a troll grin.
The catgirl's ears had steadily been going up until this point, and now flattened against her head. "Please don't."
"Aww, I didn't mean to actually offend you," she said. "Look, I can have cat ears too!" She shifted her ears to an imitation of Katherine's and flapped them up and down a couple of times.

"..How did you do that?"
"I'm a shapeshifter! I mean, a...you know, I actually forgot how to pronounce the word for it. My name's Aria by the way!" She jutted her arm out to offer a handshake.
"Oh, uh.." The catgirl took her hand and shook. "Katherine. Nice to meet you." They both had a firm grip but an overall delicate shake. Once their hands disengaged she added, "So does having an insane demon connected to your mind cause..problems..?"
"Yeah, all kinds, like you wouldn't believe. I got massive retrograde amnesia—but to be fair I think that was one of the wards—my dreams suck, and unsheathing the sword turns me into an insane murderous berserker, and even if I don't unsheathe it I can feel its hunger for blood like a massive craving for chocolate that never goes away. I was looking for a place to learn to meditate to help me deal with that second one."
Katherine headtilted slightly. "Your dreams, you say. I can actually visit the dreams of others while I'm asleep, you know."
"Are you suggesting we sleep together?" said Aria with another troll-grin.

"N-not like that!" The shifter giggled and Katherine realized a bit too late that she'd been aiming for this reaction. She forced her tail to unpuff itself and said, "Just, y'know, if we happen to sleep in the same building or something I might be able to take a look. You know where the Broken Dragon Inn is?"
She nodded, "Of course, I was there last night. Me and some of my friends got a sweet gig from the guard after we did them some favors."
"Well, good. I'm planning to sleep there tonight anyway if you're interested."
"Yeah, that could be cool. For now I still need to find someone to teach me meditation."
"Mind if I help you look?" offered Katherine, who had recently bought a skill that buffed her abilities for a while after meditating.
"Not at all. My sense of direction is teeeeerrible."



"Mmh, thanks for reminding me to go get our pay. Pretty sure Lynn just forgot as much as I did." Rayna lead the way out of the guardhouse.
"Of all the things one might forget to do, getting paid is hardly one I would expect."
"Yeah, but. I guess I'm still thinking of this like a game a little bit. There's typically a lot of instant gratification in games where you kill things...not always, but.."
"You're just overthinking it," said the winged girl, looking around. "I did not mean to provoke that. People overlook things they normally would consider essential all the time."
The foxgirl glanced around and then started toward the inn, deciding that was the best place to start with. "Oh, yeah...I guess it's really important you don't though, as a doctor?"
"I...try. It can be very difficult, but the stakes are too high to allow errors to creep in."

Rayna nodded. "Yeah, I...don't have any idea what that's like. Feels like we're from totally different worlds."
Suddenly an unusual woman with short blond hair and a lot of scales bounced in front of them. "Heey!"
Rayna took a quiet half-step back. "Um..hi. Can I help you?"
"Uh—um." Rose paused, realizing she'd just done something socially strange again. "I just uhhh, I thought your outfit was really cute!" she said, hesitating only briefly before bursting back into her usual overenergetic mode of speech.
"Well...thank you," said the illusionist, "you look pretty cute yourself." She felt the awkwardness of the situation at first but it seemed to just roll off of her.
"Eheh, thanks. I'm Rose, I'm a dragon!" She offered a handshake. "I mean, part dragon, orr, something like that." Rayna (who could see that the actual word was 'Draconian') took her hand gently and they both navigated carefully to avoid any injuries by her claws. "I'm sorry, I'm not really used to being around people..."

"Rayna. That's okay...you did just sorta jump at us out of the blue there though."
"I just, wanted to meet a few people in town before I head back home. I didn't even know there was a town here yesterday!"
"Where do you normally live?" asked Dr. Kellen.
"Oh, I live in my forest out to the east, but I'm not supposed to..tell anyone about it," Rose said, and immediately winced at herself.

"I hardly think the general direction is sufficient information to find it," said the winged girl, crossing her arms.
Not wanting to see this poor girl blurt out more specific directions, Rayna asked, "Why is it even a secret in the first place?"
"Oh, uh, the guard lady said she would keep people from going there who might trample or steal my plants and burn it and stuff." She tapped a clawed finger on her chin a couple of times. "I guess..it's really up to me if I wanna tell someone about it though, and you seem nice enough!"
"You met us two seconds ago," said Dr. Kellen, "and technically only her."
Rose jumped slightly. "Oh yeah! Sorry! What's your name?"

"..Clera." The winged girl wasn't entirely sure where the name had come from, but she hadn't wanted to use a male first name for fairly obvious reasons. "You do not have to apologize; I was just making the point that you probably don't know whether someone is trustworthy based on a single meeting."
"I guess that's true. You're really smart!" she said excitedly.
Dr. Kellen raised an eyebrow in Rayna's general direction, hoping she would take back control of this conversation.

"So, do you want to know where I got my outfit from?" offered the foxgirl. "I'm sure they make one that can fit your, uh, wings."
"Yeah, they make clothes to fit all kinds of stuff! I was surprised. But um, I'm kinda mostly out of money right now so I couldn't buy it anyway, I just really wanted to talk with you and thought starting with a compliment would be good, which doesn't mean I don't think it but you know I probably could have come up with a better way to introduce myself than getting in your personal space and saying something that might be kinda awkward from a random stranger I guess? I'm really sorry about that."
Clera was holding her forehead as if a headache was coming on. "You could stand to take a breath every now and then," she half-muttered.
The foxgirl was a little more diplomatic: "You said you were going back to your forest?"

"Uh-huh!" she nodded.
"Well, it's.." Rayna half-looked up toward the sky to read off the time, "it's a little into the afternoon, depending on how far off it is you might want to head out soon to get there by nightfall, right?"
"Oh, uh, yeah. I mean, I don't really have to worry about it getting dark because I can beat up any monsters that try to mess with me anyway but...I guess you're saying that because you have somewhere you want to be." She scuffed a clawed foot against the ground briefly and said, "Err, I'll get out of your way," before turning to leave.

Clera regretted stopping the dragon-girl before she had even done it, but couldn't restrain herself. "...How long of a journey is it, exactly?"
"Oh, uh, it's not too far. We left after sunrise and got here a little after lunchtime I think." It seemed like whatever sadness had been in her voice a moment ago was entirely forgotten.
"We?" asked Rayna curiously.
"I had some guests in my forest last night, and they showed me the way here," said Rose. "Well, um, actually I had some uninvited guests and one of those guys kidnapped one of them and the others came to rescue her but she already rescued herself by blowing up the bad guys with fire, and I came along here because they needed help carrying the bad guys here to get arrested and stuff."
"So, another adventuring party," the illusionist nodded. It finally dawned on her just how high Rose's combat-important stats were...coupled with the fact she'd casually talked about beating up monsters like the ones their little party had run into, alone, like it was nothing.

"Look, we're not really doing anything important. I was just gonna show Clera here around town." She made a small gesture in the winged girl's direction while producing a small illusion of her own voice in Dr. Kellen's ear. "If you want to stay in town tonight to make sure you're not too sleepy tomorrow, maybe you have enough to stay at an inn? They're very reasonable."
"Oh, sure, probably I think," she nodded.
The illusion said: "Rose is a crazy powerful fighter and if we're friends with her she might help us fight a monster every once in a while." Clera glared at Rayna briefly, but not for the reason the foxgirl might have thought, before turning a much kinder-looking face on Rose.
"You might as well join the tour, then. We were going to start with an inn anyway."

Sunday, October 16, 2016

The "Best" RPG Ever-25




Zack made himself pause in front of the mirror before going out to the bath. After all, the others were going to see the girl there with nothing but a towel awkwardly hung around her, so he had to get used to the idea, too.

The towel was large enough to cover from the shoulders down to the knees, but he still felt very exposed. The girl's expression reflected this: A visible blush; a kind of shy, not quite fearful look..ears about halfway between being up and folded flat against her head. He hadn't even noticed before looking that his tail was mostly between his legs, curled partway up but not enough to push at the towel. He took a deep breath, watching the breasts underneath the bit of white cloth go up and down slightly, and then turned around and left for the bath.

This bathhouse was run a little strangely, at least to someone like Zack from Earth where bathhouses usually just had one huge pool for each sex, and the only other option were normal bathrooms that usually fit exactly one person. Instead there were a lot of smaller areas, each of which had a number of changing rooms attached to a single room with a small, heated pool. Maybe it was more like a spa or something.

Somehow, despite how long taking off his armor and clothes had felt, Mika was the only person already here. She had a neon pink towel on and waved at him from an underwater bench. "Hey! C'mon, the water's fine!"
"Yeah, sure." He shuffled over as quickly as he dared in an effort to be sitting down before anyone else could see him from the back in this, and eventually took a couple of careful steps down into the pool, sitting across from the witch.

The water was...actually very nice. It was warm enough to be comfortable without being too hot, and just getting up to his neck in it seemed to cause his body to relax. He rolled his shoulders slowly, having a hard time believing how physically tense he'd been a moment ago.
Mika nodded at him. "Yeah, see? Isn't this better?" He blinked a couple of times before realizing he'd actually let out a small sigh.
"I-I guess so." There was some heat in his cheeks and he looked off to one side, hoping the others would just come in already.

Nora showed up next, her hair out of the gigantic ponytail it was usually in and falling all the way to her knees. "Um..I h-had some trouble with my hair," she muttered, walking up to one of the empty seats and lowering herself into it. "I've n-never really had long hair before, s-so I didn't really know how to undo the uh..thing."
"Well, welcome to the club," said the witch. "I'll help you put it back up after if you want. How d'you like the water?"
"It's nice," said the elf girl, smiling a bit. "I d-don't feel like I've relaxed at all s-since...coming here."
"I know, right? Hey, do you know how much bank we've made from just a few quests? We could take a whole week off and prolly be fine." When she noticed the wolf-girl glaring at her she said, "I mean, not that I'm suggesting we do that, y'know."

Finally, the psion showed up. She was using her powers to hold up the towel rather than her hands, and seemed slightly nervous walking up to the bath. "What took you so long?" said Zack.
"W-well, uh, to be honest I feel like I won't actually like being in water," she said. "I mean, l-like, I'm a little nervous about it.."
"Well, are ya gonna lick yourself clean?" said Mika.
Katherine made a face. "Ew, no, that's disgusting."
"Then get in here already. Just remember you lost a bet."
"Okay, s-sure." The catgirl slowly put one foot into the water and then the other, shook slightly while sitting down, and then finally gave a slight sigh of relief once she was stable.

"Phew...Okay, this isn't bad at all. I don't know why I was so worried."
"Cat thing?" suggested Zack. "You have been eating a lot of fish lately."
"It's not a cat thing," she said, her ears down in annoyance, "It's just...I-I don't know, okay?"
He shrugged, and a moment of silence followed as the four of them just soaked in the warm waters.

"Welllll.." said Mika, "I got some shampoo and brushes!" She pulled out two of each from the floor behind her and offered them to the animal-girls first. "C'mon, your fur's not gonna clean itself!"
They looked at each other and shrugged before taking the offered implements. Mika then offered just some shampoo to Nora before turning attention to her own ridiculous locks.

They were quiet for a moment. The ones with fur had to decide where to actually start the process of cleaning. Zack chose his tail, since it seemed to have the most hair out of all of him even including the head-hair, and besides that required the effort of pulling and holding it in front of himself, which seemed best to get out of the way first. Katherine just started at the top as a person without fur would and included the ears in that. Her tail wouldn't be that big a deal anyway; its fur was relatively short albeit thick.

Before long, Mika started to find the silence boring and decided to provoke some more conversation. "Does being part cat bother you?"
Katherine paused, thinking. "Well, I just...don't like the idea of being seen as a cat person first. What people should see when they see me is a powerful esper who can explode their heads in if they mess with me. Metaphorically and physically." She paused another moment, running the brush over her ears. "Actually I think I like being—well, like this—a lot. I'm fast, flexible, I have a terrific sense of balance. I'm used to being physically awkward, like, I couldn't even keep myself from falling over if I had to stand up on a bus, so this is a pretty nice change to experience. I look great, too, y'know, even if it is as a girl."
"Mm-hm." Mika nodded. "I play a lot of MMO's, and I always go with a girl character first, or main a female-only class, that kinda thing? I'll admit I just like being able to look at the cute girl character models a lot of the time, but it's also kinda interesting seeing people treat me differently just 'cause they think I'm a girl, which I don't tell 'em any different. I guess, uh, actually being one is more than a few steps past that. But I don't really care that much how I look, so it doesn't really bother me either?"
"Is that why you picked the witch class?" said the psion.
"Well, that and it promised ultimate power if I work for it a bit, so that's pretty cool."

The witch glanced over at the weaver. "Hey Nora, what about you?"
"Uh, w-what about me?"
She shrugged. "You don't talk much. Do you like, uuh, what's happened to you here?"
Nora stared into space for several seconds, giving the question some serious thought. "Honestly...I-I think I do."
Zack looked up to frown at her. "Why? You can't even wear normal clothes."
"W-well, yes..but..." She cocked her head slightly to the side. "I mean, th-that bothered me at first, but I hardly even th-think about it now. Besides..."
She paused and sighed slightly. "I..I've always had a c-c-condition, that made my bones more b-brittle and eas-easier to break than most people. I a-actually had a broken leg when I first appeared in th-the weird white room place. It seems like whatever it is that ch-changed us, healed that and even f-fixed the larger problem. Even if I'm n-not that resilient, I'm st-still nowhere near as fragile as I was."

Zack still looked bothered by something, but not specifically the elf. "What?" said Mika, "You don't have anything you like about your body now?"
"Well, I do, I mean I like being strong and having magic powers and sword skills, but it's not worth the price. But that's not what...
"Don't any of you find it weird just how, comfortable, you are looking like that? I mean—even if you say you don't care that much about whether you're male or female, you spent most of your life getting used to a different body. Even if there are things you like about it, it shouldn't feel this...natural...walking around in skin that's not your own. Sometimes..." He took a deep breath, and pointed emphatically to what he was still busy cleaning. "Sometimes I feel like I was born with a tail coming out of my back. It shouldn't..how much of us was actually changed?"
"Hmm," Katherine said. "Well, it's probably not the answer you're looking for, but a grown man isn't born a grown man either. You grow up from being a small child and eventually you feel like you've been grown up your whole life, even though you haven't. Growing up is at least as drastic as the changes that've happened to us, even if it is less sudden."

While he was still processing that, the elf chimed in. "Y-you remember...how you r-responded when I asked you whether your m-mind had been rewritten to match your class?"
"Yeah."
"I th-think, it's something like that. A-at least for me, I don't..well, a-actually I know of one th-thing that has changed, what might be m-mentally? I've, a-actually never had a sp-speech, stutter before picking a cl-class.
"...But I know, I f-feel like that's the only thing that got really changed. I-I mean, I d-don't feel like the way I act or th-think now is in-inconsistent with who I r-remember being before. S-so, you mentioned you're good with a s-sword now and weren't before. Y-you know that that's a difference. S-sword skills are at least pa-partially in the mind, so you know that your mind w-was changed in that way. So you'd kn-know if it was changed in any other way, t-too, unless..."
Zack shook his head. "I can't consider that a possibility. So I guess you're right."

There was another pause with just the sounds of moving water and brushing. Mika again was the one to break it, this time with a "Hey, if we're done with that, do you wanna talk about the house?"
"I guess we'd better," said Zack. "What do you all think?"
"I think it means we'd have to make our own meals, which isn't too bad. I know how to cook," said Katherine.
"A-and, there was that part about defending it," added Nora. "B-but if I recall correctly, we actually s-set up the demon summoning site to the e-east, which is the direction R-Rose's forest is in. S-so we're not that likely to even b-be attacked."
"Well, are you against it?" the witch asked the knight.
He sighed. "I...I really want to be. Staying in an inn feels like we're just here temporarily, until the game is over or whatever, and we can all go home. Owning a house is like giving up, saying we're okay with being stuck here forever. But...to be honest, I like the idea of having my own bedroom again. And that's all just, psychological baggage anyway, I need to get past it. Where we sleep won't affect whether or not we're stuck here."

"So in that case I guess we have a unanimous yes?" Mika looked around the bath. "So the other thing is, if they're actually building it for us I wonder if we can ask for some specific stuff to be there! Like, where the bathrooms are or for them to put in a comfy chair somewhere. Did guard lady even say if it was gonna be furnished or not?"
"She didn't mention that," said Zack. "I don't think we should ask for too much since this whole thing is kind of a favor anyway."
"Still, it'd be helpful to have something to answer back with if she does ask us what we'd like to have in the house," said the catgirl, who by now had started on her tail. "I'd love to have a little library room with some bookshelves and a couple of reading chairs. Maybe a practice dummy so I can keep working on my aim with the knives..."


"—and correct me if I am wrong—you're saying all three of you had essentially the same experience as I did."
Rayna shrugged. "More or less."
The winged woman thought for a moment. "But there were some specific differences. You could say that I appear to have been changed by the...ghost, let us call it, while you were changed by...some kind of smoke?"
"Right."
"...And the one we're carrying by drawing that sword form the ground."
"Fun fact," cut in the archer, "this is the third time in a row our little group has collectively had to carry someone into town. The second time it was me, because an ogre cracked my ribs."

The Doctor thought about Lynn running around and shooting a bow a couple of minutes ago. "...How long ago was that?"
"Just yesterday. The healer set it and gave me a potion and I think it's pretty much gone."
"Nnrrgh...that is not how healing works, accelerated or not. Damaging the ribcage should—you ought at least to still be too sore to move unless you are so high on painkillers that your head is scraping the moon!"
"Look, I don't know what to tell you other than 'magic'. Didn't you just fly ten minutes ago?"
Dr. Kellen's wings semi-unconsciously stretched themselves, unfurling slightly and folding back up, while she considered the physical plausibility of a humanoid, even a relatively short one like herself, actually flying through the air. "...Fair point.

"...I think I lost the subject for a moment. What do you think the different specific modes of change mean? It could very well be some clue to why or how we're here in the first place."
"Well, they definitely have to do with our classes, I think," said the foxgirl. "I mean, definitely Aria, her class is all about the demonic sword. And my class is all about perception; the smoke went directly into my eyes. I'm not sure about Lynn or you, though. You said the ghost thing had wings?"
"Correct."
"Well, you also wound up with wings, but that's more...race, than class, I think."
"What do you mean, 'race'? My complexion changed somewhat, but I didn't.."
"Like, fantasy race?" said Lynn. "You know, orc, elf, hobbit?" Seeing a lack of recognition, she explained: "In a typical fantasy setting—like the one we're currently walking through—'races' of people are defined not by the color of their skin but by significant physiological differences, stuff like having pointy ears and immortality, or fuzzy parts, or wings."
"Oh."

"If you're interested," added Rayna, "illusionist-sight tells me your race right now is 'half-Avian'."
"Why half?" said Lynn, "What's the other half?"
"I don't know." After a pause, she said, "Hey, actually, I've seen some people with like harpy wing-arms in town, so maybe those are full avians?"
"Why would the offspring of two different kinds of people, each of which has only four appendages, have six?" asked the doctor.
"You know, and correct me if I'm wrong," said Lynn, "but I'm pretty sure just the genetics stuff of mixing someone who has feathers with someone who doesn't probably needs magic to work in the first place, so it just goes ahead and tacks on something else that doesn't make sense."
"Well, not medical sense at least," said her friend. "It makes a kind of sideways logical sense, though. You put together someone with wings and someone with arms and you get someone with wings and arms."
"It's quite disturbing to think of a force actively making things work the way a naive person thinks they should," said Dr. Kellen.

"Oh, uh...we should probably come up with some reason why you're with us," said Lynn. "Because we don't really want everyone in town to think you're crazy, and that's what'll happen if you talk about waking up in a white room and having your body changed by a menu box and a ghost."
Dr. Kellen shrugged. "Simple enough. I was flying toward the town when I was interrupted by the bird. You distracted it so that it did not hurt me, and out of a mixture of gratitude and self-defense I helped you destroy it."
"Yeah, but this whole 'frontier' land we're in is apparently really well-known to be dangerous and full of monsters," said Rayna. "Why would you just be going alone?"
"Obviously I thought I would be safer in the skies than on the ground, enough to not require a companion."

Lynn and Rayna exchanged a look while shifting Aria off of Dr. Kellen's shoulders and onto theirs. "Do you, uh, want to stick with us once we get there?" said the archer. "I mean, we kind of assumed you'd want to join our party but there's no reason you really have to."
"I would rather remain with someone sharing the same plight," said the Empath. "Besides, at least for the moment I cannot imagine trying to comprehend this world on my own."
"It's surprising how fast it makes sense, though," said Rayna. "But...I guess you don't play a lot of video games?"
"None at all."
"Aah, that might make it more of an uphill battle. Can't speak for sleeping beauty here, but Lynn and I have been playin' games together for years, and a lot of stuff here is just kind of borrowed from those one way or another. I should probably start with explaining the skill tree and status menu stuff, then..."

Monday, October 3, 2016

The "Best" RPG Ever-24




Somehow Rose had really expected it to be difficult to find clothes that would fit her. After all, she had wings, horns, and a tail, none of which anyone in the world Rob had lived in for so long would have even thought to make clothes to accommodate. But the very first store she went to had clothes made to do just that. There weren't really any matched sets intended for a person with wings and a tail as such, but folks with one of the two seemed pretty common, at least enough that there were entire sections dedicated to them.

So the real problem was not finding clothes; it was putting them on. Anything that had to go over Rose's head had to be very carefully maneuvered around the horns to not rip straight through them, and anything that was supposed to come up her legs had the same issue with her awful clawed feet. Well, they weren't awful, she rather liked them for things like running fast and climbing trees and stepping on thorns without getting hurt, but they definitely weren't designed for the task of, for instance, putting on pants.

Fortunately, there were undergarments intended to be tied around the body instead of pulled up, so the dragon-girl just went with a decent-sized set of those rather than spending money on what would surely turn into a bunch of ripped-up delicate cloth within a week. It was harder to find anything resembling pants that would do similarly, but skirts and dresses and such seemed nice. It was a little odd enjoying frilly clothes like that on herself, as opposed to on other people, but enjoy them she did, fidgeting with them and twirling around in them in the dressing rooms.

In tops, Rose had to negotiate the difficulty of fumbling with a bunch of buttons with her hands (which were clearly not suited to delicate tasks like that) against that of pulling things up and down across her horns, and eventually decided things with just shoulder straps instead of a collar, or things that have wide bottoms and only come together at the top after going past the head were probably the best solutions. Some part of her realized it was strange to have to think through this when so much of 'being a dragon girl' had somehow entered Rob's head on simply changing into one...but then, this must be more of that 'not good with society' business. Rose's memory seemed to suggest she hadn't been on a shopping trip like this in more than long enough to have forgotton how these things worked.

Eventually she left the store in a nice floral-printed summer dress barely down to the thighs, practically all of her money spent between the actual new clothes and a few "break it, bought it" fees on the early experiments. So equipped, Rose decided to just explore the town a little more before heading back toward home..maybe late afternoon or tonight. Some part of her was hoping she'd run into her original friends who'd brought her here, or at least someone as cute as one of them, before then.



Eventually the party of three came close to where the flying beast was supposed to be perched, thankfully without having encountered any other monsters between. Rayna put up an illusion of the ground beneath the three of them, and they fell silent as they approached a group of tall plateaus jutting out of the land in the distance, reportedly the location of their target's nest.

It was a while of walking yet before they got to where they could see it. Eventually Aria pointed emphatically at a tall silhouette near a cliff's edge, and the others stared at it for a moment. Even at this distance it was clear this thing was more than big enough to carry a grown man in each of its talons and block out the sun along the way.

"You think you can hit it at this distance?" whispered Rayna.
"Probably," said the archer. "I probably have a few tries before it notices anything. What do you think, fire?"
"We want to clip its wings, just hit it with a rock to break a few bones," suggested the shifter.
"I'm worried it's too big for a rock to make much of a dent."
"Bird bones are hollow," countered Aria. "Unless this thing defies everything I've ever heard about being physically able to fly, just hitting a part of a wing hard enough should bring it down, or at least give it a really hard time."
"Just do it quick," said Rayna breathlessly, "It's actually really hard to keep one illusion going for this long."

"Okay, okay." Lynn aimed carefully, a part of her mind that hadn't really been quite as sharp before entering this world calculating the right arc to hit something that high up, feeling for the wind, trying its best to make sure the arrow would hit its mark. Soon she loosed an arrow with a large rock on the end of it, and it flew almost straight up at first, slowly turning forward as it went down...and hit the giant bird directly in the head.

There was a brief moment of silence between the sound of the rock colliding with the giant bird's skull and an extremely loud, shrill screech from roughly the same location, the monster's beak. It leapt into the air and flew up and around, clearly trying to find the origin of the pain in its head.

"Well, that didn't work," said Aria.
"I'm lucky I even hit it at all at this distance!" hissed Lynn back. Then to Rayna, "Can you keep us hidden long enough for another shot?"
"Nngh..maybe? You'll have a really good view of its wings if it swoops down at us, though."
"Hey! Make it notice something over there," said Aria, pointing a ways off parallel to the cliffs.
"Oh...yeah!" Rayna quickly made a large crowd of fake people in that spot, hoping the bird would go after those instead of the smaller group. When it turned around toward its nest again, it shrieked once more and began a dive-bomb in the illusion's direction. Lynn drew back her bow, readying another shot...

Just when the archer was about to fire, there was a woman's yell from above, followed by a person's body sailing right into the monster's right wing. This altered the bird's considerable momentum enough to send it into a twisting spiral followed by a hard crash, digging a long ditch into the ground as it went. The person, a flash of white to the party of three at this distance, bounced off of the bird's wing back into the air and started to fall before spreading a pair of wings of their own, eventually managing a somewhat lighter crash-landing on the opposite side of the bird from the trio.

Before either of the others could react, Aria shouted "IT'S DOWN!!!", drew her demonic blade, and immediately charged toward the monster in a blind rage. Rayna and Lynn looked at each other for just a second before sharing a shrug and coming after her.



Working a long night at the hospital was not a surprise for Dr. Kellen. He would hardly have been surprised had he been halfway home that night only to be called back in to work and have to waste the gas driving back. Annoyed, perhaps, but not surprised. He was moderately surprised to find a small cardboard box waiting on his doorstep, which on closer examination contained only the worst kind of blank CD envelope containing the advertised piece of outdated media with crude marker writings on it declaring "Best RPG Ever!"

Dr. Kellen scratched his head. Was this one of those computer games? Why had someone left it at his doorstep? It seemed like it might very well be a mistake, but in the middle of the night he could hardly bother his neighbors to check if this was supposed to be theirs. Besides, there was no receipt or packing slip or indeed any of the kinds of things that should accompany a box that's been shipped through the mail at all. The disk itself was the closest thing to a clue as to its proper owner.

His curiosity had the better of him, and rather than going to bed immediately as planned he tried opening the disk on his home computer. The file on it seemed equally unhelpful, but it didn't seem like running it was likely to do any harm. It was when Dr. Kellen woke up in a strange, featureless white room that he realized every action of his tired mind on what felt like had been perhaps the night before had probably been a mistake.

"Hello?" he called, getting a better look around the place. "Is somebody listening? Whoever put me here, you should know that I'm expected for the morning shift." He wasn't really sure how to comprehend this situation: He was well-off, sure, but if someone wanted to rob him of money he couldn't very well pay them off from this kind of cell. His mind jumped backwards to the fact that his being here seemed like the result of running a program on his computer, and decided that was probably higher on the list of things that did not make sense about this situation.

"Someone will come looking for me!" he declared angrily. His usual response to stress was a display of anger, and it was such a habit that even fear came out as rage.

He realized he'd been nearly hyperventilating, and slowed his breath, trying to calm down and think. Wait for someone to respond, or demand something...but there was no response. Not for what felt like an eternity of waiting. The only thing close to communication in the room was the text floating in midair (which jumped to the top of the aforementioned list now that he really looked at it), which demanded that he pick a class.

The thing he was interacting with below the text-box felt like some sort of futuristic hologram technology. Impressive, if he weren't trapped here with it and nothing else. None of the things it listed seemed to him like classes. They were more descriptions of...well, occupations perhaps? Not by and large real occupations, but mostly imaginary ones that might exist in a fictitious fantasy world.

If he was going to pick one of these, well, it seemed like it would make sense to pick something he knew something about. So, still struggling to logically grasp this situation at all in the first place, Dr. Kellen eventually settled on a representation of an outstretched hand tilted slightly palm-up, whose description read: "Empath: An unconventional healing class. Empaths are incapable of directly healing others, instead using a combination of the power to take on the wounds of another with an extraordinary ability to heal themselves. Empaths are not naturally fighters, but are capable of 'granting' others their own wounds through a perversion of their usual ability. Not a class for the fainthearted."

The instructions were to take the hand to confirm this choice of class. It might have disconcerted someone else to take a disembodied ghostly hand a little more than it did Dr. Kellen; to be honest he had seen far worse than a severed hand. But when he put his hand on it and pulled as if to take it, he was surprised to find an entire body coming out with it. It looked like a vague humanoid shape, ghostly as the hand it came from, with a pair of wings spread wide coming out of its back. As it emerged he stepped back, half from surprise and half from momentum, and looked down at the strange...being he seemed to have just summoned.

It 'stared' up at him, though it lacked the features necessary to do anything of the sort, for a few seconds. Dr. Kellen felt as if it was looking through him somehow, and had brief fleeting thoughts of angels before quickly dismissing them. This was...some kind of illusion or trickery, right? Either way, the head soon 'nodded' and then the entire body dissipated into a kind of bluish mist before flying straight into him.

Dr. Kellen panicked very briefly at the notion of something so alien having just seemingly passed into his body before getting an odd sense of calm. He felt...warm, somehow, and automatically took a deep breath. Then he started to shrink.

"What..?" he tried to ask, calmly but still very confused; he was interrupted by a very firm sense that he shouldn't worry; that this was going to be okay. His vision sank downward, and his hair spilled out along the sides of his face, tickling his cheeks slightly. The tickling gave way to a slight tingling across his face that then spread downward. He looked down, then, and saw through hair that was paler than before his white scrubs starting to shuffle and rearrange themselves.

He held up his arms and saw them becoming slimmer and paler, the hairs on them slowly retreating into his skin. It was a surreal experience unlike anything he'd imagined before, seeing his own body change so rapidly. His shoulders narrowed down and his stomach slimmed while his hips and the tops of his legs began to spread apart. His shirt sank down off of his shoulders besides a pair of thin straps, the sleeves detaching and falling down nearly to the elbows. The pants did even more, spreading apart into frills and shortening, showing off slender legs and small, bare feet.

"I...I..?" he spoke, confused, in a high-pitched voice, looking around as the room finally quit growing upward. His hair was now pure, snowy white and swished across his bare shoulders, which now flexed themselves strangely. He could feel appendages pushing themselves out from the blades; looking back he saw a pair of black-feathered wings growing out, becoming steadily wider and taller. Beneath the short dress his clothes had turned into, his underwear felt oddly soft and tight, and there was a small, gentle tugging sensation down there, too.

"Am I..changing...sex?" he said slowly, in a voice more curious than worried. It certainly felt like it, as the tugging culminated in an odd sensation of flatness down there, along with an upward push deep in the pit of the stomach. Following this, the winged girl's chest began to push forward, stretching and filling the cloth near the top of the dress and a bra beneath it. Somehow the feeling of her chest growing and her wings, now fully grown to a grand span nearly twice her own height, stretching themselves out felt natural and right, as if something wrong had been corrected.

She breathed slowly as the changes slowed to a halt, looking down at her body's new small, feminine shape with a slight blush and smile. None of this made any sense, but at the same time, for once it didn't feel as if it had to.

 
 (A/N: Just imagine the wings are as big as advertised. I could find no pictures whatsoever with the correct wingspan.)

Dr. Kellen looked back up at the box, which said to take a leap of faith to begin her journey. Below it, where the class selection had been, there was a fair-sized circular hole with something pitch black directly through it. She considered the hole for a good several seconds before shrugging. "I suppose..it's better than being trapped here."

The sense of calm made her less inclined to panic, but frankly this entire situation was still rather unpleasant to her. She gave a displeased sigh at the world in general, folded up her wings to fit, and leapt down into the hole.



Immediately the winged woman was somewhere in the middle of a blue sky, with a lot of momentum in a direction that sort of felt like down. Her wings spread out instinctively, but she was still too disoriented to make sense of her location or direction and flailed clumsily through the air, yelling, for a few seconds before crashing directly into something large and feathery.

Okay, that way was down, she realized as she saw the ground below, and that was enough to make some intuitive sense of her own position and motion. She managed to flap a couple of times and glide just enough to land safely in a tumbling roll. Dr. Kellen bounced back to her feet with an agility somewhat alien to her, and turned in the direction of a woman screaming "IT'S DOWN" to find the owner of the feathers she'd just bounced off of.

It was a gigantic bird, much larger than conventional physics or biology suggested should be possible. It was standing itself up and looking in her direction, and it really didn't look very pleased with her. It gave a very loud screech before lifting itself several yards off the ground with one powerful flap and diving toward her. The flap caused a strong gust of wind, which was evidently enough to force Dr. Kellen's wings open and lift her small body entirely into the air; she took a sharp turn to the side opposite a nearby cliff face to get just barely away from the great bird's talons, landing a little more gracefully this time while the bird skidded back to the ground.

A tall woman with a gigantic sword, the owner of the screaming voice earlier if her current manic laughter was anything to go by, ran toward the bird from its back, followed by another girl with a bow and still another who seemed to have...a tail? Well okay, sure, Dr. Kellan had wings now, so why not. Anyway, the beast managed to turn around much faster than it seemed right for something that big to do and met a swing of the sword with its own talons; they clashed with a metallic clang rather than said talon being torn in two. An arrow, on fire, sailed straight into the bird's wing at the same time.

The monster screeched and flapped its wings again, producing a gust of wind that sent the swordswoman flying straight into the air and nearly knocked the archer back. Without really thinking about it, Dr. Kellen caught the gust when it came toward her and directed her flight to intersect the one with the sword. She managed to catch her and protect her from a rougher landing with her own body and wings, which was rewarded by some spastic flailing and incoherent yelling from her passenger. She let her go and she just started running toward the bird again. "That isn't going to work!" yelled Dr. Kellen over another screech as the bird hopped back into the air and started a dive toward both of them.

The swordswoman met the giant bird's talons with her blade, resulting in just another clash as it swooped back up into the air. The winged woman watched her hop up and down, spouting a stream of curses and flailing the weapon around as if still expecting to hit something with it, for a second before being interrupted by another person's voice. "If you've got a better idea I'd love to hear it."

She jumped briefly at the closeness of the voice and looked to find the..the one with the tail standing right there next to her with a fist on one of her hips. "She's not really sane right now. We were trying to disable its wings but that didn't go so well."
"Well you should keep trying," said Dr. Kellen angrily, her usual personality surfacing over the calm. "Or stab it in the heart or something." She was not happy about this thing nearly clawing her in half with its apparently metallic talons.
"You're the one with the wings," retorted the fox-girl.
"I don't—I'm not really," Dr. Kellen fumbled briefly. "Do you see a weapon on me?"
"That hardly proves anything," the tailed one shrugged.

The conversation paused with another screech as the bird apparently dove at...well, actually nothing it looked like to the winged woman, just a patch of empty field way over in the distance. The swordswoman ran excitedly toward that spot while the huge bird just flew back up out of her reach, an arrow sparking with electricity sailing just past it to one side.

"Maybe you can just crash into its wing again," suggested the fox-girl. "All we really need is for Aria to hit it anywhere but the talons."
"That was an accident it didn't see coming. It'll pluck me out of the sky sooner than I can get behind it."
"Well, I can make sure it still doesn't see you coming." Because Dr. Kellen gave her a look that demanded an explanation, she added, "I'm an illusionist, I'm not really next to you, see?" As a follow-up the fox-girl disappeared from view, reappeared a ways off and waved at her.

The winged woman gave a sigh that ended in something halfway between a girl groaning and a growl. "Ask your friend with the bow not to hit me instead," she said loudly, and then took off at a run to get back into the air.
Thankfully, it seemed like whatever the 'illusionist' did was working, as Dr. Kellen was able to make her ascent directly in front of the big bird's eyes without it seeming to notice her at all. Before long it dove at nothing again, and she was able to position herself above and behind it.

The goal here was to make the beast crash, not necessarily to crash into it. Realizing this, she thought up a better way to accomplish the desired result, one possibly a little less likely to end with another awkward landing that could result in broken bones. Dr. Kellen lined herself up with the middle of the bird's back and dove straight at it, hitting it dead-center with her feet and immediately crouching onto it and grabbing a bunch of its feathers. As expected, it screeched again and twisted itself sideways in an immediate effort to get her off. When she held on, kicking it a couple of times with her feet, it continued on its way to being completely upside-down, and then immediately started an unintentional dive to the ground again. This thing was clearly not built for maneuvers that complex, and it lost all control as the winged girl let go and glided her way aside of where it was landing.

The woman with the sword chased after the beast again, and this time managed to reach it just as it hit the ground. She leapt into the air and landed sword-first in its right wing, drawing another loud screech which made Dr. Kellen wonder if everyone here was going to suffer hearing loss before the end of this affair. She started chopping madly at it after that while the bird stood itself up, up until it finally shook itself and tossed her away to one side, followed by a parting flap from its left wing sending her several feet more into the air.

For a moment it had looked like the creature wasn't bleeding from any of the places the sword had hit, but now it was clearly showing a lot of bright red in various small lines along the back of its wing. It was turning itself more toward Aria, who was skipping repeatedly across the ground like a stone on a calm lake. Dr. Kellen ran toward her even though she was clearly going to be too late to do much of anything, only to see another flash of motion as a...mid-sized rock went and hit the bird on the head.

Forgetting briefly about the swordswoman, it turned in the direction the arrow had come from and deflected a volley of three more arrows with a flap of its good wing, forcing the archer to dive aside of her own attacks.

The empath made it to Aria just when she was making her final skid along the ground and stopping face-down in the dirt, and made an effort to turn her over and see whether she was still breathing. The swordswoman groaned, her entire body covered in scrapes and bruises; what blood was coming out seemed to be trailing its way through the air to her sword as if it were a black hole that somehow applied exclusively to blood.

She sat halfway up, and Dr. Kellan pushed her back to the ground. "Don't move," she snapped.
"Gonna stab tha' bird." She gave a cursory check of the limbs, and was surprised to find nothing seemed actually broken. "Eat its blood."
Aria squirmed again. "Just hold still for a blasted second!"

Feeling as if she had done this sort of thing her entire life, Dr. Kellen put her hand over one of the worse wounds, a large bruise on the left knee, and sort of mentally...pulled at it. A slight bluish glow formed under he hand and she felt an intense pain in the same spot on her own body as it started to disappear from the patient's. She winced but kept at it for what felt like a full minute, only realizing afterward it had taken a matter of seconds. And then moved on to the next-worse wound, and the next, pushing off the pain as best she could.

Before long Aria had only minor wounds and the winged woman was in near-blinding pain, the combination of which made it impossible to keep the swordswoman from shoving her out of the way and running back into the fight. Dr. Kellen fell directly onto her back, heaving for breath, and did something else that felt familiar despite not having done it before: She began to heal herself. She closed her eyes, calmed her mind, and focused, pushing back against the pain while slowly sitting up. The pain receded, and after only a few seconds she opened her eyes again to find the wounds themselves had lessened in severity to just a collection of minor ones.


While the Empath had been busy healing Aria, the bird had been directed away from the archer by a series of vague person-shaped illusions holding bows, allowing Lynn to catch her breath. It rapidly pecked and clawed at the air and generally made the archer glad her friend's powers were so effective against it. She looked over at the real Rayna, now right next to her and breathing heavily. "Thanks. You gonna be okay?"
"Just...hh..just kill the stupid thing."
"Sure, buddy." Lynn patted Rayna on the shoulder once and then ran at the bird, seeing the girl with the giant sword coming at it from the side. The bird saw her too, and swiped at her with a talon just in time to clash with her sword again. They began a series of clashes, the giant bird apparently too enraged at this point to bother flapping its wings again.

Once she was in range, Lynn drew another arrow and took careful aim at its eyes. They were moving targets, sure, especially when it tried to peck Aria, but there was a kind of pattern to its insane craning, jerking and swivelling, and after just a couple of cycles she felt confident enough to fire and give it an element, producing an arrow with a bunch of frail, cracked ice attached to it.

The arrowhead buried itself directly in the monster's eye, drawing another loud screech and a spreading of its wings. The ice shattered into twenty or so sharp little pieces which mostly landed all over its head. But, as painful as it surely was, that was merely a distraction. Through the pain in its eye, the bird was unable to focus on blocking Aria's next attack, a lunging stab straight at its center, and the demonic sword buried itself all the way to the hilt right where the most blood would be—the location of its heart.

The monster gave a weak, pained cry and flailed its wings briefly before going down, dying partially of the wound to its heart and partially of a sudden, rapid loss of blood. Aria held onto the sword with both hands and managed to avoid getting thrown off. She twisted it around as the monster stopped moving, beginning to pant heavily from the efforts of the fight. Everyone else slowly converged on her location, each of them looking just as exhausted as she felt.

Once the last of the blood was gone, the demon blade was satisfied and Aria pulled it out again so it could form its sheath and disappear back into its usual inventory slot. She looked around at her two party members and the stranger with a grin. "Woo! Giant monster, dead," she said, pumping a fist weakly. "Yeah. I'm j'st gonna, I'monna take a nap now okay?" And then the shapeshifter fainted.