Friday, October 12, 2018

The "Best" RPG Ever-57




Morning at last! Rose sat up on the tree branch and stretched, enjoying the early rays of sunlight. Her dreams had been...strange, but she couldn't exactly remember how or why. Anyway, it was time to head back to town to see everyone again. She hopped down to the forest floor, tracked down an animal to eat for breakfast, and then started getting things ready to leave.

Just as she was about to head out, her plants informed her of a visitor...right in the middle of the forest. Now that was strange; normally people appeared at the forest's edge. In fact she was pretty sure it shouldn't normally be possible to just...pop into place somewhere! Maybe they had used something to hide their presence until now, or...some kind of magic thing to really just appear? If her curiosity on how they had suddenly appeared wasn't enough to get her checking it out, the usual concerns about a visitor to her forest certainly were.

She went along the trees, instinctively keeping herself quiet and hidden until the visitor was in view and then going around to behind them to get a better look. It looked to be...a human man, maybe? He was quite tall, in long gray robes that hid whatever most of his body looked like, with short black hair and a clean-shaven face. And he was looking around at his surroundings with about as much confusion as she was presently feeling.

The dragon-girl landed on the ground, deciding he probably wasn't here to burn the forest down, so maybe introductions were in order. "Hi there!"
"Wuaaah!" His reaction was to jump, violently turn around and then fall over on his butt from overmaneuvering. Well...thinking about it, she had just popped in behind him instead of going around front before dropping down.
"Errm, sorry about that." Now that he was facing her, she could see that he also had a pair of glasses on him; really, his facial features registered to her old-self memories as an "obvious nerd". His eyes were bugged out and she could feel him staring; she just tried to ignore it. "Uhh, welcome to my forest! My name's Rose..." she said a little awkwardly.

"Would you..like a hand up?" Rose leaned forward slightly, taking a step closer.
"Huh? Oh, err, th-that won't be necessary." He bolted to his feet and took two or three steps back, looking as if he'd realized something that terrified him...although she had no idea what. "I, d-do humbly apologize for intruding on your domain," he said, bowing slightly. "It was quite by accident, I assure you—not that, err, there's anything wrong with this place. I mean only that, uh.."
"Hmm?" She tilted her head slightly. "Are you worried about offending me or something? I was just curious why you were here. And how you just popped in like that!"
"Uh...w-well, I cast a long-range teleportation spell. Those things are, n-notoriously difficult to target accurately," he said, "without the right kind of focus...so I don't really know whether I'm anywhere near my actual target..."

"Well, where were you trying to go?" she said.
"I, don't exactly know," he said. "I-I mean, I could tell you the exact coordinates but I think they would be meaningless to you. Pardon, but are there any settlements of, lesser beings such as myself nearby?" he said.
"Lesser?" The headtilting worsened for a moment.
"Y-you are a dragon, aren't you?" he said.
"Umm, I think so," she said, putting a finger to her lower lip for a second. She was supposed to be a 'draconian', and she couldn't specifically remember ever being an actual dragon, but 'yes' somehow felt like the correct answer to the question. "Or, mostly at least!" But what did that have to do with anything anyway, she wondered.

After an awkward, quiet couple of seconds, a spark flickered in Rose's head. "Yooouuu just mean a place with a bunch of other people?"
"I, suppose so." The visitor seemed even more confused than she felt by this point.
"Well there's a huuuge city to the west," Rose said. "All kinds of nice people there! I was just about to head that way, if you wanna come with?"
"Um, I-I'd really hate to impose on your hospitality," he said, brushing off his robes. It seemed like he'd been resisting an urge to do so ever since standing up.
"It's no trouble! I can make a cart thing that seats two," she said, grinning widely. "Anyway, there's lots of mean monsters around here, so I'd hate for you to get eaten up on the way."
"Uh." He hesitated for a long moment, the terror from earlier showing itself fully again. "I-in that case, perhaps I will take you up on your m-most gracious offer," he said, visibly shaking.
What was he so scared of? She tried to ignore it. "Okay, follow me!"

It only occurred to her about halfway to the forest's edge that her teeth were rather sharp, and coupling showing them off with talking about him getting eaten might have given the wrong impression. Well, she'd just have to convince him she was friendly on the way there, that was all! In fact...
The dragon-girl paused, turning around to ask: "Hey! Uhh, what's your name?"
"Oh—Loren," he said. "You, introduced yourself earlier, didn't you? I'm terribly sorry for not responding in kind. Really, I'm normally not nearly so rude."
"Heehee, I don't mind. Nice to meet ya!"



Zack woke up in an unexpected position. That is—he was in his own (new) bed, which was slightly unfamiliar after staying in the inn for so long, but more importantly he was still holding onto Nora and her arms around him, too. This made it quite clear that what he remembered happening the night before had been real. If he'd had any dreams since falling asleep, he couldn't remember them; there only seemed to be a sense of secure, pleased calm to recall.

Part of him couldn't believe he'd done any of that last night—invited her to start petting him, or pet her back when she suddenly gained the ability to look like another wolf-person somehow. But, in spite of himself, he liked all of it. It was hard to deny he really had wanted it, especially after the fact.

He cracked his eyes open slightly, finding her face just in front of his and still breathing calmly—still asleep. She had a small, cute face, and he couldn't bear the thought of waking her up just yet. Zack had never particularly thought of Nora's body before now, just...of her in general, but this situation kind of forced the issue. She was tall, her legs nearly sticking out past the edge of the bed despite being partially tangled up with his, with a slim build but still some very distinct, attractive curves. Her need to keep as much skin exposed as possible led to outfits that left little to the imagination, and his arms were closed around a bare-skinned waist; her long hair was very pretty, especially when she let it out of the huge ponytail like now. Her scent—another bizarre facet of being part wolf was an involuntary obsession with smells—was even pleasant to breathe in. It was kind of an earthy, sweet smell; clean but sort of like a garden of flowers.
It was easy to imagine falling for someone like her—pretty, intelligent, kind—but that didn't seem to be what had happened; being stuck in a female body made sure of that. He trusted her beyond just the fact that she respected him; he trusted her intentions in a way that he wouldn't Mira's or a few of the others he could name. And...somehow that led to him wanting to be close to her like this. He couldn't comprehend that desire beyond just that it physically felt good, the same sort of way that stretching or getting a massage or eating chocolate could.

"Mnh..." Nora made a soft sound, and shifted slightly. Her eyes opened a bit. "Waah!" She gave a small startled jerk on realizing just where she'd fallen asleep.
"Shhh." Zack ran a hand down the back of her head, through her hair, to calm her down, but it also drew a moderate blush from her. "Here..." He carefully pulled himself off of her and got onto his knees on top of the bed. She stood up on the other side of it, her face still very red. "Um.."
"I don't want anyone else to find out about...this," he said well under his breath, fairly certain she would pick it up with those temporary animal ears but not someone outside the room. She nodded, agreeing.
"Y-you um. Are you," she asked incoherently at about the same volume.
"Yeah, I feel a lot better now. Thank you," Zack nodded. He pulled himself back off his side of the bed and stretched. In fact he felt better rested than he had on any morning since coming to this world.

"Is that just, a thing you can do now?" he asked, pointing to one of his own ears. Looking back at her, he thought her face had gone even more red for some reason.
"Um—I-I think so." She shifted herself back to her usual elf appearance, and then to the wolfish one again; Zack noticed a faint six-pack appearing on her stomach. It probably gave her bonus stats or something. "I uh..I-I'll try and think of s-some way to 'learn' this later today," she suggested.
He nodded back. "...I'm really just worried about Katherine." He sighed. "Maybe she'll understand and just let it go, though."
"I-I hope so," she nodded. After a long, awkward pause, she started toward the door to the bathroom between their rooms.
"Hey," he said just as she opened it, slightly louder.
"Mmh?"
"You..wanna do the same thing again tonight?"
"U-uh, um..." Nora blushed furiously now, but slowly nodded after a second, and then hurried the rest of the way to her own room. Zack couldn't believe he'd just asked that, but...it felt so good. And she clearly enjoyed it, too.



Clera woke up feeling vaguely better, but wasn't immediately sure why. After a moment's thought, it occurred to her that her magic was working again. It was like a limb had temporarily gone completely numb and now all the feeling was suddenly back; without even trying it she knew that her Empath-powers would work just as they were supposed to again. That was a relief.

Aria came out into the hall just after she did, wearing a characteristically over-enthusiastic expression. "Hey, guess what?!"
"...What."
"I sat up from bed and the room didn't spin!" she said. "I'm almost not dizzy at all anymore." The winged girl crossed her arms disapprovingly. "Hey, I still have my cane," she said, pointing at it. "But I guarantee I'll be back to a hundred percent by like, noon today."
"We'll see." Clera went with her down the stairs anyway.

Katherine had started breakfast already; she offered her assistance since it was a meal for eight, after all. Both sides of Clera had some experience cooking, although the one from this world was constantly fighting an instinct to use fire magic she didn't have instead of the oven and stovetop. Some things like that were distinct enough to pick out as one personality or another just by deduction, although it still all felt like "just her".

Aria announced loudly at breakfast that she was nearly recovered, and Clera quietly added that her magic had returned. After that, Mira looked around the table pointedly for a long moment. "Well, I think that settles it," she said.
"Settles what?" Katherine asked for everyone else's benefit (obviously she knew what was at the top of the witch's mind).
"Between the eight of us, we definitely have enough power to steamroll my next demon. I think we should take the day off and get to it tonight."
"Works for me," said Lynn. "I have a date today anyway." The rest of the table offered a general consensus to the plan as well.

"There is the minor problem of this summoning requiring a sacrifice," said Mira a little later. "..Of a sheep, specifically. The ones before just needed some meat burned at most, but this one has to start out alive, get the blood drained out, and then the rest burned to ash."
"Uh.." Rayna was a little nonplussed by how casually she said that. "You, aren't gonna start needing human sacrifices anytime soon, are you?"
"Weeelll, it seems like I only 'learn' what new steps and ingredients I need for the next ritual after eating the current demon," she said. "But I'm pretty confident that animal sacrifice is the farthest it goes."
"Oough, you just had to say 'blood'," said Aria. "I almost forgot I have a hemoholic tied to my brain."
"Well, that blood-gravity thing it does would be pretty efficient for draining blood. If that's allowed," said Lynn; Mira nodded that it was.
"And if you can keep yourself under control between that and when the demon appears," Clera added.
"I'm...pretty sure I can. I've been taking a lot more control skills since the uh, you know."

"Anyway!" the witch interjected. "This is a problem because I'm not sure what some poor farmer will think of a demonic-looking girl coming along asking if she can buy one of his sheep."
"Well, there's a pretty obvious solution," said Aria. "Pop quiz: Which two members of our party are basically guaranteed to pass all persuasion checks?"
By way of answering, Nora pointed at Katherine and Rayna.
"Exactly! Charsima-based class and that intelligence-to-charisma conversion thing. So you two should go double-team someone into letting you have a sheep."
"Well, we're better off still paying for it," said the catgirl. "But yeah, makes sense. Any specifics about this sheep? Pure white; a ram or ewe or lamb specifically?"
"No...just any sheep will do," said Mira. "Maybe you'd better get an old, mottled one though; those sound like the kind of qualifications I might need for later rituals."



Loren was still visibly cautious, but at least stopped cowering in seat about halfway through the trip to town. Rose tried to make small talk with him, but he didn't seem too interested in it. Eventually she said, "So um, what brings you to zap yourself way out here in the first place?"
"Oh, well, uh, I am looking for someone," he said. "A good friend of mine..sort of. Possibly."
"Huh?" That didn't seem like the kind of thing a person could be unsure of.
"It's...complicated."
"Well, if your friend's anywhere near here I'm sure the Captain can find them!" she said brightly.
"Um...captain? Where I was headed wasn't anywhere near any ports..."
"No silly~! The uh, defense people? Who lock up the bad ones and keep the town safe from monsters?" The correct word should be painfully obvious but persistently eluded her.
"Ah! You mean the captain of the guard?"
"Right, that Captain!" She nod-nodded. "She acts really scary, but she's actually super nice. I'm sure she can help you. I uh, don't know all that many people myself," Rose added a little more quietly. "Anyway, I'll track her down for you once we get to town!"
"Really, you, don't have to do that," he said. His tone of voice suggested that he expected her to insist on doing it anyway, though.

The guards let them into the gate as soon as they saw Rose, although one of them stared at Loren long enough to seem like they thought he was suspicious or something...he seemed nice enough, the dragon-girl thought, if a little easily spooked. Surely not a threat to the town or anything! Once inside, she tried to think...the Captain seemed to hang out at the guardhouse pretty often, so that seemed like a good way to go. And fortunately, Rose spotted her a small distance away when they came close to the building.
"Heyy!" she waved, and then ran over, Loren trying with little success to keep up. "Hi!"
"Welcome back," said the Captain. She glanced over at Loren for a second. "You found someone out in the wilds?"
"No, it's more like he sorta popped into my forest," she said.
"Hmm. That reminds me, I intended to provide some proper payment for your help with our giant worm problem," said the Captain, and produced a small sack. "Here. There are some rarer plant seeds in this."

"Aww, really?" She took it carefully, not wanting to rip the bag or scratch the Captain's hand, and glanced inside briefly, immediately recognizing some of the species (though she wasn't sure at all how). There was even a strange sense of I've always wanted one of those or another of those for a couple of them. "Thank you~!" The dragon-girl pulled the Captain into a grateful hug before thinking about what she was doing, and pulled herself off and took a couple of steps back when her brain caught up with her. The Captain wore the same scowl as always in response, but at least she hadn't accidentally messed up her clothes.

"Anyway." She turned toward Loren. "I surmise that you are a telemage?"
"That's correct, ma'am," he nodded. "Loren Sigrith."
"I recognize the name," she said. "What's one of Boracath's foremost telemagi doing all the out here?"
"Please, I'm not worthy of that appellation," he said. "Er...I came out here looking for someone, on the off chance—the hope, rather, that they are still alive. The situation's a little odd..."
"Just tell me who you're looking for," she said, crossing her arms, with a tone that suggested don't waste any more of my time.
"Well, it's a little..I'm not sure if you'd know them by name, I didn't get a good look at them so to speak, and they're a shifter like me anyway, very talented at it too, so all bets are off on appearance really. I'll just—the most recognizable thing is that this person would be in possession—in more ways than one—of a gigantic sword with an extremely powerful, literally bloodthirsty demon trapped in it."
"You're looking for Aria," she replied immediately. While Loren was busy being stunned by the rapid response, she turned toward Rose again. "Your friends received a house recently. I'll have someone show you the door to get there."
"Oh, cool!"
The shifter, meanwhile, had finally recovered enough to begin to ask: "Um—"
"Aria is among her friends," she said curtly, and then grabbed the nearest guard, an elvish woman with her right arm in a splint, to guide them.

They followed the guardswoman through the streets. "She's..uh, not what I expected," said Loren after a bit.
"We get that a lot, yep," said the woman. "Name's Pirr, sir. You come at a pretty convenient time, y'know."
"I do," he said, in a way that suggested the obvious follow-up question.
"One o' our princes is s'posed to be bringin' a caravan with a nice big transport focus on it, yep. Expectin' them sometime in the next coupla weeks. I bet they'd be more'n happy to have a real expert tune the thing, and no way our country risks one a' those for the trip out here."
"But—they're sending a prince?" he said. "Doesn't that naturally entail quite a bit of security?"
"'Bout sixteenth or seventeenth in line," she said. "Other words, pretty disposable. Rumor is they put together a token guard and bought the focus crystal jus' so they wouldn't have to hear 'im nagging 'em about supporting the frontier an' all that. Cap's been askin' for a proper focus for..I dunno, years? If he makes it close enough to send help from here 'e'll get the very best, and if that focus gets here in one piece we might actually see 'er smile. Truly a terrifyin' thought."

"Pardon my ramblin'. Here we are," she said, pointing to one of several doors along a wall spaced too closely to fit anything Rose would consider a "house" inside. "Now, I guess you'll hafta knock or somethin'..." The door opened while she was speaking, and Katherine and Rayna both stepped out.
"Oh, hey there!" Rayna ran up, the catgirl following behind her more slowly, and jumped to give Rose a brief hug, which was carefully returned for a second or two. "Welcome back to town," she said. "We got a house!"
"You got a, house?" Rose repeated, leaning to one side to pointedly look at where the door was.
"It's uh, the house is actually outside of town. That door links the spaces," Katherine said, trying to illustrate by poking her index fingers together. "You should be able to see what I mean if you go through the door."
"Ohh, magic stuff," the dragon-girl said, feeling like she sort of understood somehow.

"Hmm. Your name Rayna?" said Pirr, looking at the fox-girl.
"Yeeaah..?"
"Partner says you an' your friend saved our bacon a few days ago. Thanks for that," she said, offering a hand to shake.
"Sure. Nice to meet you not unconscious in a suit of armor, Pirr," she said. "Feeling better?"
"Yep, I'll be back to fightin' shape by tomorrow maybe," she nodded. "Back to patrollin' for me. See you all." With a small wave, she wandered back into the crowd.

Katherine turned toward the shifter Rose had brought with her. "So you're Loren, huh?"
"And what are you, a mind reader?"
"Yes," she said with a smug grin.
"Oh."
"I'm sure Aria will be glad the beacon thing worked. Anyway, the two of us have some...'shopping' to do. I don't think the others will mind if you let yourselves inside." She led the way off along the street, Rayna giving the dragon-girl a brief farewell wave as she followed.

"...How many...'friends'...do you have, anyway?" said Loren, slowly.
"Uhhmm..eight? Nine if you include the Captain! Ten with you...?" Rose added hesitantly.
"As long as you don't eat your friends, sure," he said, starting toward the door.
"I don't eat anyone! That's super gross!"
"Good to hear..."




Fun fact: I wrote that first section immediately after I finished with the ruins part, and have been looking forward to reaching it and the stuff after it ever since. I really like how this whole part came out, with Loren just gradually coming to accept the madness he's encountering.

Tuesday, October 9, 2018

The "Best" RPG Ever-56




Mira burst dramatically into the living room with a glint in her eyes. "At last, I'm free!"
Nora looked up from a book she was reading for just a second, and then promptly returned to it. Lynn said, "You know, you're not really selling the 'good witch' thing when you say stuff like that."
"Good people need to be free, too!" the witch protested. She looked around the room for a second. "...Where'd Rayna go?"
"She said she'd meet you upstairs, in private. So I think that means her room, but I guess you could check yours."
"Say, does this stuff bother you? I mean, isn't she your best friend or something?"
"The former, and no, in...the opposite order," said the human. "She's been asking me if I wanted to pet her, and frankly the whole idea just weirds me out," she said, making a bit of a face. "If you keep her happy then I don't have to worry about it! Besides, she dragged along the whole party to spy on my date the other day, so if this is at least as embarrassing as that, I can call it revenge."

After giving a small shrug to that, the witch went upstairs, trying the fox-girl's room first and finding her there, as expected. She had apparently taken the time Mira was stuck writing out her skill tree to take a bath (judging by some still-wet hair) and change clothes into kind of a yukata thing, or...well, she didn't really know the term for it to be honest.
"Um, hi. Welcome to my room, I guess," she said, waving vaguely.
"I've been wondering, is wearing mostly Japanese-looking clothes a normal habit of yours, or a new thing?"
"It's pretty new," she said, turning herself around a bit and seeming to pay particular attention her present outfit for the first time. "I used to be happy in a t-shirt and shorts...okay honestly, that sounds pretty good too, at least around the house—but since turning into uh, this, every time I walk into a clothes store this kinda stuff is the first thing I gravitate to."
"Not that it doesn't look good on you," said the witch, which Rayna responded to with a nervous chuckle.

"Are you..still comfortable with this idea? It's never too late to back down," said Mira.
Rayna sat on her bed. "I'm—yes, I'm nervous but I think the desire to have someone rub my ears has only been getting worse. Maybe it'll go away after sating my curiosity, or maybe it's a part of the 'new me' just like the kimonos and stuff." She patted a spot next to her.
"O-kay then." Not seeing any reason to further delay, the witch took the indicated seat and reached over, gently running her hands over the fox-girl's ears.
"Mmnh..." Rayna's tail swished back and forth slowly, and her eyes fluttered shut.

They were delicately soft and warm, not too unlike Zack's—although maybe a little better or just more recently groomed. "Heheh..how's it feel over there? I could tell you were sensitive there, but..."
"I dunno...it's, relaxing..." she said quietly, her voice slightly distant like she was in a trance. She leaned over, her head landing on Mira's shoulder and rubbing back and forth a bit.
The witch scooted closer, pulling her arms around Rayna and leaning in toward her while continuing to gently rub her ears. The response was a soft, animal-like churring sound and a return of the hug, both of them steadily maneuvering around until Rayna was firmly in her lap, their chests pressed together, and her nose landing on the witch's cheek to start gently nuzzling it.

After a moment, she realized what she was doing and pulled back slightly, opening her eyes again and blushing. "Uh—um..."
"I don't mind. It's just part of your instincts, right?" said Mira.
"Y-yeah...j-just, it'd be nice if I got a warning label on that."
"You want me to stop?" she said, letting go of the ears.
"Nooo," the fox-girl whined helplessly.
"How about this?" The witch curled her own slim tail forward and brushed it across Rayna's.
"Mrrh~...that feels nice, too," she said, her eyes closing again. Once Mira started on her ears again, she was back to nuzzling the witch.

After a little while, Rayna's movements slowed, and she let out a loud yawn. "Sleepy?" said Mira, running her hand across the top of the fox-girl's head.
"Mnh, guess so..." Rather than pulling herself off, she leaned over onto Mira's shoulder.
"You want me to leave so you can sleep?"
"Nooo..."
"Alright then, uh..." The witch carefully stood up, pulling one arm around Rayna's waist and being thankful for that freshly-minted demonic strength to make this possible. Her tail stayed around the fox-tail while her free hand pulled out the covers; then she sat back down again and pulled Rayna around with her until they were lying on their sides, facing each other. As one final trick, the witch got the sheets and top cover over them.

"There! How's that?" she said, resuming the petting of the ears.
"Warm...mrrh~..." Rayna yawned again. Mira had never realized just how irresistibly cute she was before now, and just kept at it until the fox-girl was clearly fast asleep. Since her arms were still around the witch, it wouldn't do to disturb her rest by pulling herself off, so the most natural course of action was to stay there with her.
Lying in bed with a woman as beautiful as this was the kind of thing she wouldn't have imagined being able to do back on Earth, and although her...enjoyment of it was rather different from how that nonexistent imagination would've guessed, it was very pleasant nonetheless. She was cute, and so curvy, and soft and squishy, and...even the odd feeling of another girl's breasts pressed gently against Mira's own pair was kind of exciting...! Not so much so that she had trouble falling asleep herself before too long, of course; Rayna was also a bit like a big warm pillow, relaxing to hold on to after a while.



Nora dreamed she was back at Haestra's temple again. This time, she was being guided by a senior priest around a maze of hedges that on closer examination probably didn't make any physical sense. The hedge maze itself was familiar, but this path through it was not, and indeed the destination, a small flower garden partially roofed by an elaborate construction of vines, seemed deeply unfamiliar to her. Obviously all of it was technically strange, the entire temple a place she'd never really been to, but even in the logic of the dreams where it was supposed to have been her home for at least a couple of decades, the garden she was in felt like an unfamiliar, impossible location. The priest leading her seemed to walk off to the side and fade from view as her eyes focused on the single person sitting in the middle of that garden: A senior priestess, a wolf beastfolk—a Canis woman, rather. She was beautiful; her looks didn't betray her age at all, and yet something in her quiet manner as she slowly turned her head up to face Nora spoke of long-earned experience.

"I'm pleased to see you again, Nora," she said. "Please, take a seat," she gestured on a patch of grass between the flowers, and the elf obeyed, sitting cross-legged just like her host. Despite saying "see you again", nothing about this woman registered as a familiar person...just as strange and alien as the place they were in.
She leaned forward slightly, and spoke more quietly: "Your path has taken you far from here, but you should not regret it. It is, after all, the path you have chosen. I believe it will lead you to do far greater good than you could while stuck here." Her lips curled upward in a smile. "And it doesn't mean you can't learn a few new tricks from me, all the same..."

The elf woke with a start, with the impression that the woman in her dreams had leaned closer still just after the last thing she'd said. Nora was sitting up in her bed, as if she'd just been preparing to sleep-walk; her heart was going a little fast and she was panting slightly even though it hadn't been a particularly upsetting dream. She got out of bed, her body calming down quickly enough, and looked around. Had she heard or...felt something unpleasant nearby? Reaching out with her strange "extra senses", there didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary. Looking out the window, things appeared normal, too. The whole house was silent. Judging by the position of the moon, it had to be a little bit past midnight; a few minutes in the dream had been a few hours in the real world. She went out of her room all the same, and when she didn't find anything there, proceeded down the stairs toward the living room.
The front door—that is, the one leading to the front yard rather than the city—was slightly ajar. Maybe she'd somehow felt the draft from all the way upstairs? Nora quietly approached the door, opened it carefully in case there really was something to worry about...

Zack was standing a few feet out from the door, staring up at the sky. He was still in what he'd put on to sleep that night, an oversized t-shirt that fell down to his thighs, so clearly not planning on actually going anywhere. "..Zack?"
He jumped slightly, and then righted himself and slowly turned around. "Uh..hey, Nora." His voice seemed calm and normal, but she could 'feel' the traces of recent tears channeled down his face. She decided not to bring that up. "The uh, wolf wake you up to look for me?"
"No..I j-just, had a strange dream, a-and wanted to check whether everything was alright," she said.
"Well, no, no problem here." He waved around vaguely, indicating the empty yard.
"A-are you okay?" she said, concerned.

He looked like he was getting ready to say 'yes' without thinking about it, but stopped. His ears lowered slowly and he looked away to one side. "...Not really. I had a, real bad dream." He sighed, visibly fighting a natural reluctance to keep talking. "I came out to get some air, and try to get my mind off of it."
"D-d you want to talk about it?" she said. "I-I mean, you don't have to if you d-don't want to, but..."
"No, maybe it'll help," he said. "...Having a hard time opening up to people isn't a new problem for me."
"W-well, it's a little c-cold out here, isn't it?" she said, opening the door the rest of the way and gesturing inside. Zack looked inside the door, back at her, and then nodded, walking slowly in, over to the nearest couch, and sitting down like a ton of bricks. Nora closed the door as quietly as she could and joined him, sitting lightly on the opposite side.

After a long silence, he said, "I...dreamed about home. Like, Earth. Everyone I know back there, my family. I, I could see them looking for me, or...yelling my name out. None of them were in any danger or anything, but I kept seeing them...just, trying to find me. It doesn't really make any sense now, but the way it made me feel while I was just being forced to watch it, over and over again..." His voice was cracking slightly; he seemed to physically bite back some tears and then sniffed. "I-I don't know...it feels like it ripped a hole in my heart and it won't go away."
"Zack..." Nora didn't really know what to say to that. They just sat in silence for a long moment instead, but somehow this did seem to help.
He took a deep breath, calming down. "I just...that kind of dream makes me not want to go back to sleep again. Even if I could go right back to sleep after waking up from that, I wanna stand up and force myself so awake that by the time I do go back to sleep whatever stupid flickering connections in my brain made it happen will have all just died. So I, thought the cold air might help me do that. I guess."
This was more 'opening up' than Zack seemed to have done with anyone since appearing in this world. The first thing that came to Nora's mind was a reminder that he seriously trusted her, despite...

"Um..."
"Sorry, I'm just rambling. Shouldn't talk on this little sleep," he shook his head.
"N-no, it's okay. I um..I have a c-confession to make."
"Hmm?" His head tilted slightly, which was not one of Zack's usual expresssions. Maybe a canine instinct usually repressed? Nora shoved the distracting thoughts aside, focusing on what she was supposed to be saying right now.
"Wh-when you um, y-yesterday, a-at the library. I uh, I j-just wanted t-to know what, um, I-I mean. I s-sort of touched one of your ears," she said. And then after a pause just long enough for Zack to prepare a response but not long enough for him to actually start saying it: "B-but then you, I-I mean your body since you were asleep, k-kind of fell on t-top of me and g-grabbed me a-and wouldn't let me go! I-I um, you're a lot stronger than I am s-s-s-so it was hard t-to get out from under you, and i-it took me s-several minutes I think! I um.." Her face was kind of warm just from partially reliving the whole strange experience just to talk about it. "S-so, I, I'm not really worthy of that much of your trust. I'm sorry..." She had cowered herself back on her side of the couch about as much as physically possible by this point.

"...'S fine," said Zack after a moment.
"..Huh?" She had been bracing for him to storm off in anger or something. A calm response was the least expected result.
"You were just curious what it felt like, right?"
"Y-yeah.."
"And this stupid body just imposed itself on you for that. Probably still weird from the whole..demon, heat, thing that happened the night before..." He paused, remembering: "I dreamed I was hugging someone at the time, I think, so I guess...that was why."
"U-um, you were hugging the couch cushion most of the t-time," she said.
"Yeah, I know. Just didn't know how I got there. So, thanks for clearing that up."
She nodded awkwardly, still uncertain how he felt about the whole thing. Zack didn't seem like the type to save up revenge for later or anything, but it still felt to her like enough of a betrayal to change their relationship somehow or other.

He looked around the room; following his eyes it seemed like his primary focus were all the doors and the way upstairs, one by one and then over all of them a second time. After that, he looked back at Nora again. "..Do you want to feel them again?"
"W-what?"
Zack gave her an annoyed look. "You heard me." He sighed, a light blush now visible on his cheeks. "Since my body apparently likes it so much, maybe it would help me relax."
"U-um, I mean..I-I would, but if you're—I don't want to uh..."
"Please don't make it any weirder than it already is," he said. "...If that's even possible. Just...here." He leaned toward her a little bit.

"O-okay." Nora reached over slowly and ran her hands across the wolf-girl's ears again, finding them just as soft and pleasant as ever. Zack's tail started whipping back and forth almost immediately; his eyes closed, and he leaned steadily closer into it. Eventually he just fell right on top of her, drawing a surprised squeak from the elf.
He pushed himself up off of her with his hands on the couch to either side of her. "Uh..sorry. It uh, I-I didn't mean to do that."
"I-it's okay," she said. Both of them were blushing about equally as brightly, Nora in part due to the realization that he wasn't actually wearing a bra under that shirt. There had probably been opportunity to notice that before now, but her eyes hadn't been focused in quite that direction. And...that feeling, along with a few others, drove home the very feminine shape of Zack's body, which was now on top of hers.

"Can you...keep going?" he said slowly. "It really does help...I don't really know how to put it into words."
"Okay," she nodded, reaching her arms up and around his waist first. Zack took the signal to carefully lower himself back over her, pushing his arms under her to return the hug, and then she gently ran her fingers over his ears a little more.
He made some soft, high canine yips this time, his head eventually landing over hers. This seemed a significantly less agressive version of the same girl he'd been while asleep the day before. Nora could feel his nose rubbing across her cheek—nuzzling—and after a moment found herself instinctively returning the gesture. Just where this instinct came from wasn't clear, but it felt somehow like the right thing to do.

Part of her couldn't believe this was actually happening. She'd had the faintest impression that she might like a chance to do this with the wolf-girl, but...had never seriously entertained the thought that it was ever going to happen. At the same time, another part seemed strangely confident in her movements, keeping the woman in her arms calm and happy, and enjoying the feeling of his body against hers...it felt distantly, impossibly familiar.
Steadily, the elf became able to feel something inside of Zack the same way that she could feel the fire and water and earth and so on all around her. There was a person there who was, for the moment, very pleased with their current position in spite of himself, but tied closely to that was an animal's spirit—a wolf, of course—which was the source of the all the instincts he usually kept buried as deep as possible. That animal spirit was unabashedly female, and very happy to be free if only for a little while; this way of releasing that mass of instinct was giving Zack a kind of relief that he probably didn't even fully comprehend...but somehow Nora could feel it going on.

More than that, she felt as if she could weave with that spirit just as she usually could the various base elements of the world. The wolf spirit was something different from the physical realm; it wouldn't be manipulated around anywhere near as freely as just some fire or lightning would. But with his body so close to hers, and the affection expressed by that closeness, Zack's spirit was just close enough to Nora's to sort of...tie them together for a brief moment.
Pushed forward by the same curiosity that had led her to want to know what his ears felt like and then...honestly, the rest of the wolf-girl's body after that, Nora tugged gently at the instinctive, animal spirit, moving it across her own for just a second. She could feel its tremendous strength, ferocity, and wildness, but also a deep desire for companionship. From just the brief contact she felt able to understand it, and to pull that understanding out from her spirit across her body. Of course, this too she tried right away.

"Mmnh..?" Nora felt her ears gently tingle and stretch, widening themselves. Her teeth felt strange, some growing longer and sharper; her muscles tensed slightly with newfound strength. After a moment of that, a tail spilled its way out from her back, falling off the front of the couch before curling forward to wrap itself around Zack's. "Mm..mrf..?" She made an odd barking sound at the feeling of the new, very sensitive tail running across his soft, fluffy fur, but didn't stop.
"Mmn...hmm?" Zack pulled his head back from hers and opened his eyes slightly. "Wha..?"
"U-um..I th-think I temporarily uh..something with your um..." Words failed to properly explain whatever Nora had just achieved and/or experienced.
"Hmm." He closed his eyes again, leaning his face onto hers again and pulling a hand up to feel her ear. Zack's hand was soft and delicate, and the combination of that with his tail now brushing across hers was more than her mind was able to coherently process, instead drawing more high-pitched, confused barks from her. But it felt very nice...

Zack let out a slightly deeper "Mrrf," and rolled over with her onto his side, his back nearly against the back cushion and his arms keeping her from rolling off the front. Then he kept petting her ears, and she resumed petting his, feeling it quite obvious that was what the wolf-girl holding her wanted. They stayed that way for a while, until Zack dozed off enough for his grip to slip and nearly drop Nora off the couch and onto the floor. She caught herself and quickly spun around, sat up and stood, looking around in a moment of confusion.
"Mnh..?" Zack sat up on the couch while she oriented herself again, pulling the new tail forward briefly to see it had the same color as her hair. "I guess that's your 'mystery skill' or whatever," he said, slowly standing up.
"Oh! Um...m-maybe it is," Nora said.

She was about to close her eyes and go into the 'menu' to check, expecting Zack to pretend most of this didn't happen and run upstairs to get some sleep now that he was relaxed. Instead he put a hand gently around her forearm to get her attention and gestured vaguely toward the stairwell.
"Um..?"
"Please?" His ears were down and his tail wagging, body language that her borrowed instincts informed her echoed what he was saying aloud—as if that wasn't obvious.
"O-okay."

They ended up back in the same position as before, but in the middle of Zack's bed where there wasn't a risk of either one falling off. Nora's usual weaver senses could feel the wolf-girl's body more relaxed than it had ever been before, and she fell asleep to the feeling of strong arms around her and a soft body against hers, feeling like it was something she'd never even known she wanted before tonight.



Aria made a point of staying awake until Katherine went to bed, preferring a house she could wander around to the demon-cliff of isolation and boring scenery. This made it possible for the psion to immediately invade the dream and make it less boring with her presence.

"Welcome," she said, waving to the floating catgirl. "Still sporting the kitty pawprint pajamas, very nice." She gave a thumbs-up.
"Thanks, I guess?" She looked down, seeming to notice them for the first time this dream. "I don't actually wear this every night, but I guess this is how I think of myself asleep unless I focus on wearing something else..." With a few twitches of will, she was able to blur her clothes into the form of a t-shirt and shorts, a knee-length skirt and a blouse, and then back to the pajamas again.
"Anyway, who's invited to tonight's dream party?" said Aria. "I asked Clera again, but I guess she really likes being alone with herself. Um...that sounded less weird in my head."
"I know what you meant, though. Let's see.." She began counting people on her fingers: "Zack is still a no, last I checked Nora still really wants to figure out her 'backstory dreams' so I'll leave her alone, and I think I forgot to ask Lynn or Rayna about it one way or another. Mira pretty much always wants to come, so I'll bring her in for sure, at least."
"Cool."

Katherine waved toward the static-wall, and it did its usual thing, not one but two scenes appearing with a clear line between them right in the middle. On the right was a big circular room somewhere in the middle of a tower, with spiral stairs along the outside, and Mira—well, she looked like she had as "Mika"—sitting on a stool; on the left was Rayna standing in a pasture of grass with a wooden target set up next to her. Lynn was over on the far left, readying a shot at the target, but she froze in place as soon as the split-scene appeared.
"And as you can see—uh..?" The fox-girl paused in the middle of some kind of speech, noticing the audience she'd been talking to suddenly replaced by the demon-cliff. "Oh, hey." She turned further, and saw Mika's dreamscape. "Heyyyyy...." she repeated a little more awkwardly.
"Hi there!" Mika waved cheerfully.

"Um..whoops. Sorry about that," said Katherine, floating a little closer. "I was just aiming for her," she said, pointing to the witch, "but your uh...your heads are right next to each other."
"Wait—did I fall asleep with you doing that?!" Rayna said, slightly mortified.
"Yep!" Mika nod-nodded, and hopped to her feet, taking a deep breath and expanding up to her upgraded 'Mira' look. "I didn't think there was any good reason to wake you up," she said, her voice steadily deepening to the mature form's lower tone. "Anyway, I was pretty comfortable with you there too."
"Uhhh..." Rayna was blushing furiously and looking a little like she'd mentally short-circuited.

"I, can put you back in your own dream if you want," said Katherine. "Really, I shouldn't even be making mistakes as simple as this by now..."
"No no, it's fine. At least I'm lucid right now. People remember dreams you bring into this—merged space thing, right?"
"Yeah."
"So I won't have to be in shock twice this way..."
"Is it really that surprising?" said Mira. "I mean, you invited me to your room and then fell on top of me."
"C-can we not talk about this with other people around please?"
"Sure~."

"Anyway," Aria said, "last night Kath and I managed to get a reasonable facsimile of a few video games working. Or at least, like, the emotional feeling of having fun playing certain games. She said something about more processing power from extra brains, and more memories possibly helping make the experience more...what was it?"
"Distinct. Accurate. Etcetera," said the catgirl, waving vaguely.
"If either of you have experience in the same games I do, we could almost have the real thing in here! Sound like a fun goal to you?"
"Sure. Lynn and I have played pretty much everything, and nitpicked most of it to death," said Rayna.
"If you're talking console, I'm..pretty much a hundred percent PC master race," said Mira. "Though, I'd gladly be a guinea pig for the idea. You think Lynn would want in on this?"
"Almost definitely," said Rayna. "Experiments to test the simulation capabilities of a psion sound right up her alley."
"I'm going to do this the nice way and try to invite her in her own dream before jerking her over here," said the catgirl. "Be right back." She rippled out of view.

"We have established that she can see and hear everything even when she's not 'in here' because she is the link we're talking through," said Aria. "That being the case, I wonder why disappearing like that is even necessary..."
"Maybe it's not?" said Rayna. "Surely she could just make a million of herself in dreams if she wanted to, but it's like a...psychological thing."
"It's because I have different levels of concentration and my 'body' is where the highest ones are being spent," Katherine's voice echoed from roughly where she'd just been a moment ago. "Now stop talking like I'm not there so I can actually focus on what I'm doing over here."
"Definitely psychological," Mira nodded.
"I swear, I will turn this dream right around..."

Friday, October 5, 2018

The "Best" RPG Ever-55




Mira stood in the glyph room, the map spread out on the raised part just in front of the glyphs. Rayna was using some magic to display everyone's locations on it: Nora green, herself red, Mira purple even though she had made it clear she didn't need help remembering where she was. Something about wanting it to be a proper marauder's map. And the armor was a black dot, but right now it was a black question mark in the general area they knew it to be patrolling.

The first step was to close off access to the glyph room, so it wouldn't come running in there every time a door opened or closed. She waited for them to get into the first hallway and then closed the open door leading "north" into it. The armor came running, and they slipped into the room full of inactive armors while it went back and forth between those doors before resuming its patrol of the north-south hallway up top. Rayna now had a better read of its location, and showed it on the map.

In the hallway, the fox-girl nodded to Nora, who led the way around through the room of broken weapons and then waited for the armor to come near that end of the hallway. Then she sent a spark toward it, trying to reach the strange gemstone "eyes" powering it to start draining them. The electricity wouldn't pass through its faceplate, even though it certainly seemed to be made of metal and had obvious cracks in it, but fortunately there were other avenues to take with the several holes already blown into its arms, legs, and torso, and electricity tends to find the easiest path more or less automatically. She drained it for as long as she dared, with Rayna giving it an illusory image of someone in the exact opposite direction doing so, and then stopped to run away when it started to turn toward them.

As soon as they cleared the door into the first hallway it closed behind them, and the armor ran up to it before going over to the other two doors to try and reach them, finding both still closed. Then it displayed some unusual intelligence, returning to the room of broken weapons and, as far as Rayna could tell, just...waiting there.

The illusionist made a signal on the map to close the armor into that room and let them into the north hallway through the storage room. It paced furiously for a bit until the door into the first hallway opened; then it ran back and forth there for a little bit before beginning to patrol that hallway instead. The doors through the storage room were still open, and they returned that way to enact the same strategy again.

Knowing which way to aim this time, Nora sent a spark through the highest-up hole in the guard's armor and began discharging the gem inside. After a brief shower of sparks it went running toward the west end of the hallway, and then the door in front of her closed before it could run back after them. The elf noticed at this point that she was panting somewhat heavily.

"Hey...you holding up there?" Rayna whispered. "Any kinda read on how much juice it's got left?"
"Hff..I'll b-be okay, in a minute. I-I'm not really sure—"
She was interrupted by a loud explosion from the hallway, and a noise like metal shattering and landing in several places at once. Both of them jumped back in surprise, the fox-girl falling on her back and flailing her arms for a second or two before recovering.

"U-um.." Nora offered a hand to help her up. Rayna's ears were folded over the sides of her head.
She took the hand and stood, brushing herself off. "Oww...I think I just went deaf. What happened?"
"W-well, uh..I d-don't hear the armor anymore," she said.
"Hang on.." Rayna had lost concentration for displaying things on the map for fairly obvious reasons. She closed her eyes, focusing on where it was, and made several question marks on the hallway and displayed a request to open the door into there. Mira got the message, and it swung open.

The illusionist led the way inside slowly, gradually unfolding her ears to listen in case of some kind of surprise attack. They found several piece of broken, half-melted metal, like shrapnel from a grenade, scattered across the floor, and in the middle of the hallway there was the armor, lying on its back with the helmet and a chunk of the platemail near the "head" just gone.
"O-kaaaay...I guess we can confirm that our guard dog exploded," said Rayna. "But why, though...?"
"Hmm." Nora pulled the gem they'd used for a brief test out of the inventory, and examined the elements inside more closely.

"I th-think...the fire and electricity balance each other out somehow," she said after a moment. "Th-there's probably some tolerance for one of them being m-more than the other, but the amount I j-just drained..."
"Let the fire loose. Cool. I'm just glad that didn't happen before we got the door shut," said Rayna.
"Yes...I-I'm sorry this didn't occur to me sooner, or we could've t-taken better precautions."
"It's fine, it worked out. And we know what to do if we encounter one of those things again," she said. The near door south, toward the exit, swung open, and Mira ran in just afterward.
"What happened?!"
"We blew it all up," said Rayna, gesturing toward the armor lying on the ground.



Zack's group was waiting at the front gate to town while they opened it up, and Lynn happened to turn around and see the others coming. She gave them a wave, and Rayna ran the rest of the way, tackling her friend into a brief hug. "Hahah, hey there!"
"Hi again." The fox-girl stepped back out again, panting slightly from the effort of the run and blushing a little bit, slightly embarrassed and not totally sure where the desire to do that had come from. "Uh, h-how'd you guys not beat us back by a long shot?" Still, Lynn had returned the hug, and seemed to be smiling even now, like it was just normal for her to do that...
"Yeah, feels like we were in those ruins forever," said Mira, catching up. "I thought you'd clobber those cats in like five minutes."
The gate was open, and Zack started inside, waving the others to follow—which they did.

"Well, we had a longer trip there and back," said Katherine. And we found out our animal friend is terrified of thunderstorms, she added mentally. So we waited around in the cave for it to end.
"Oh yeah, that'll do it," said the witch. "We heard that storm from inside the ruins, but it was over before we were through.
"Anyway, who's hungry?" said the catgirl. "Once we get back to the house, I'll cook something worth fighting over."
"I'm surprised you have the energy after all the walking and fighting," said Rayna.
"Oh, it's just not a hard or even stressful thing for me. In fact, once you get good at it, cooking can be pretty relaxing. I seriously can't wait to get back into a kitchen again." Even if it is one with weird magical appliances.

The first stop was the guard station to report their success and get paid. Everyone avoided the subject of just how their respective quests had gone on the way there, not wanting to leave the two back at the house out of it; it would be easy enough to go over that during supper, after all. Nora gave the guard-armor power crystal to the Captain along with Rayna's map and the journal, which she was of course immediately able to read.



The door to town opened, and everyone started pouring inside. Aria stood up, leaning on her cane, and waved to them. "Hey, welcome back! Everyone get paid?"
"You know it," said Katherine, coming close enough to take her up on an offered high-five. "Now it's time for food. Everyone sit tight while I get to work in the kitchen!" She briefly pointed dramatically in that direction before realizing how silly that looked and just going there.
"You, uh, want any help there?" said Lynn. "Or at least a hairnet for all that fur?"
"Hey, I'm well-groomed," she said, taking mock-offense. "Fine, you can help out if you want. I'm sure I've effectively got enough hands as it is, though."

Everyone else filtered around through the house—Nora making a beeline for the library, Zack to his bedroom to change out of the armor and back into normal clothes, and so on. Clera nodded to Aria—an obvious signal to not go running off—and went up after the knight, apparently having some business with him.
Mira sat next to Rayna on the couch and leaned in her direction slightly, only to be met with a hand. "After food," she said. "No point doing it now only to get interrupted."
"Doing what now?" said Aria, taking a careful few steps back to a chair.
The fox-girl visibly blushed. "Uh—nothing, nothing."
"Petting~!" Mira half-sang over her.
"I-I'm just curious what it feels like, is all."
"Sure, sure," Aria said with an exaggerated shrug. "Whatever you're into, I guess."

"I-I'm not 'into' it!" Rayna blustered.
"Surely you're a least a little tempted," Mira teased. "I mean, don't those ears just look irresistibly soft?" She reached over to wave at them with a hand, which Rayna tried ineffectually to pull herself away from without standing up or falling off the couch. "Anyway—" she added more quietly "—aren't you already on team 'get Kath to let us pet her'?"
"I can hear you!" the catgirl called from the kitchen.
"It's a persuasion tactic!" the witch yelled back.
"Well It's not working!"

"Yeah, I guess you're right," said Aria. "It's just because she's so resistant to it, though, and I have a real hard time backing away from a challenge."
"You do know there's a much bigger challenge upstairs right now," Rayna pointed out.
"Zack doesn't count," Aria said, crossing her arms. "Anyway, I barely know him."
"What exactly is different here, then?"
"Well, the way she says no just makes it feel like she's playing hard to get," said the shifter. "I'd never do anything like that without someone's express permission, but it feels like a 'maybe yes later' kinda no."
"I can still hear you!"
"Well I don't hear you denying it!" Aria yelled back.



The wolf followed Zack upstairs and curled up in the corner, falling asleep before he was even halfway through changing out of the armor. His wolf-ears flicked around, involuntarily picking up a conversation downstairs which he really would've preferred to not hear. It drew his focus enough that he nearly ran over Clera on the way back to the stairwell, but reacted just in time to step back away again.
"...Hello?" Since she'd been waiting only a few steps away from his door, he had to assume there was something she wanted to ask him.
She cleared her throat, trying to verbally put aside their near-collision and suggest what she had to say was serious. "Zack...you and Rayna went to get various supplies yesterday, and something recently occurred to me..."
"What?"
"Well...While the anatomy of various kinds of people on this world vary widely, there are enough similarities to humans to...That is, I just wanted to confirm whether either of you thought to procure certain, necessities," she said, dancing around the subject with all the grace of a drunken bear.
"Yes," Zack's ears folded down in annoyance. "The left door under the sink in every bathroom. What, do you think I'm stupid or in denial or something?"

"No.." She looked a little hurt by the accusation, but stood her ground. "I am sorry if I implied anything offensive to you, but as it has been a week since your group first appeared in this world, and we don't really know how...I merely wanted to ensure that everything was taken care of before it is needed rather than after."
"...Sorry." Zack looked away to one side. "I'm just used to people assuming I haven't accepted what's happened at all. I have, it's just..."
"I understand. Perhaps I could have put that more gently," she said. "I wanted to ensure it was taken care of as soon as the thought came to me. It should probably be mentioned to everyone at some point where they are, just in case."
"Yeah..."
"I, can take care of that, if you wish," she offered.
"Sure. Thanks." His discomfort must have been glaring for a second or two there. Of course he agreed it needed doing, but with this crowd, he really didn't want to be the one to do it. She nodded, and went downstairs ahead of him.

Apart from Nora, Clera had to be the only other person taking things seriously around here, he thought. Not that taking things less seriously was horrible, exactly, but...to him it seemed like there was such a thing as being too comfortable with their situation. He could swear everyone was acting more like girls than when he'd first met them too, although...maybe that was his imagination. It hadn't even been that long since he'd met the other four, after all, and Mika—Mira had acted bizarre from the instant he'd first seen her.

The wolf had finally noticed him leaving his room, and interrupted his thoughts by brushing against his leg. He nodded vaguely to the animal, took a deep breath, and tried to put those thoughts aside for the moment. It would be more comfortable sitting on a couch to wait for dinner than standing around up here.



Fortunately, the catgirl's bragging about her cooking abilities was well-founded; Lynn was also a decent enough cook to competently help out, resulting in an excellent meal for everyone that night. Everyone talked about what they had done today, including Aria mentioning she'd activated the crystal and put a 'few' (actually several) notes throughout the house should Loren come while they were away. She changed the subject shortly after to how everyone who hadn't already (essentially meaning Zack's party) should write their skill trees down for her to look over right away, that very night. The idea turned into an insistence before long; she said, "You could be running a terrible build and not even know it!" So that was what the four of them found themselves doing.

The shifter paced around the dining room with her cane, watching them fill out the skill trees while Clera stood by attempting to silently remind her to be careful and not fall over. It was pretty clear that the vertigo was starting to fade, or maybe her sheer determination was pushing through it. She leaned slightly forward onto the stick to look over Zack's skill-tree-in-progress. "What's with this three-towers tree design? It's like you have a triple class or something.."
"I can only buy these with points I earn in dark form, and those with points I earn in light form," he explained, pointing to each side in turn. "The middle can use either one."
"...Why would someone like you pick such a convoluted progression system?!"
"It's not like the class description told me that," he said, glaring back.
"Okay, look. All the good combat skills are on the left or right, right? The middle's all magic and general stat stuff. Am I wrong?" She could be wrong since he actually wasn't finished writing it yet, but she wasn't as far as he could remember. "So you should make a conscious effort to switch back and forth whenever you don't particularly need one or the other. I'll bet you've been favoring light lately, based on your spent points. Right?" He nodded. "Don't do that, it's bad for your growth."
"But I get two swords."
"The shield is a weapon too!" she waved frantically, and Zack sighed in resignation.
"Wait—what do you mean 'someone like me'?"

"..Hmn?" Looking through her tree, Nora noticed something that she hadn't before. The skill tree she'd been using all this time was a big wheel with spokes for various elements, of course, but now there was a smaller wheel with one-skill-long spokes and a single skill in the center. But all of them were marked "???" Since Aria was busy with Zack at that moment and didn't hear her, she took a moment to copy that part of her tree down and waited for her to come over before pointing it out.
"Question marks?"
The elf nodded. "Th-that's exactly what I'm seeing. I d-don't remember seeing these before, either."
"Uuugh, this is awful." Aria waved her free hand about in annoyance while leaning the other on the cane. "Your progression's so straightforward otherwise, just take a balance of elements that'll cover most weaknesses. But if there's something amazing hiding in the mystery skills then you'll have to save up for it."
"I d-don't spend them very often anyway," she said quietly.
"You should probably do something about that, too. You're more use keeping everyone else alive with each point you remember to spend, got that?" She pointed in Nora's face, and the elf leaned back away from the finger slightly but nodded. "Just reserve, some points, in case those mystery skills are useful."

She proceeded on to the witch, who had torn off a sheet of paper twice as wide as everyone else's. The contents, squeezed onto the left side of said paper, were a winding, twisting mess of interlocked lines travelling vaguely upward. "...What am I even looking at."
"I get a 'seed skill' for each demon I eat," said Mira, pointing at the bottom. "Then the branches go up and mingle with each other" (This point she illustrated by folding the fingers of her hands together). "There's only three so far but I'm sure the total for an archdemon goes to...umh, more than ten? So I needed space for all those other demons. And I get this huge burst of bonus points from each demon to get me started on that branch and stuff based on it. I'm aiming for these skills right now," she said, pointing at a few particular skills, "but I'll switch priorities if something more attractive shows up with the next demon I eat."
"...What am I doing trying to give you advice? You're a major MMO player, right?"
"Mm-hm!" she nodded cheerfully. "So can I go play~?"
"Just...finish writing it down and then go do your weird petting thing."

Reaching the catgirl last, she found everything already written out. Katherine had the advantage of three effective writing hands—her physical one and two more telekinetic ones—and had naturally seen fit to show it off. Aria looked at the tree for a moment and crossed her arms. "Lemme ask you a question. What kind of psion do you want to be, exactly?"
"Uh..a good one?"
"No, look look look. You've been spraying your points all over the place. Why?"
"Well, I need better telepathy to do better dream-walking, like making what we did last night work; I need telekinetic stuff to fight monsters effectively; I thought this pyrokinetic stuff sounded pretty cool so I started on the way there, but then I started needing the points elsewhere..."
"Katherine. You can't just buy up skills like a kid in a candy shop. If you want the really good stuff you need to prioritize. I can't believe the person whose prime stat is intelligence is having trouble with this."
"Well, I'm not having trouble," she said, annoyed. "I've been highly effective in every fight I've participated in."
Aria sighed. "Just, look. You'll never get to do amazing stuff like this if you just keep leveling the low-tier skills," she said, pointing to some of the higher-up skills allowing things like directly hitting enemies with telekinetic force, picking up and throwing them around or even briefly 'puppeteering' an opponent's body.
"Yeah, that's true I guess..."
"Just—make a plan now that you've got it all in front if you, and resist the urge to jump off of that plan unless you're legitimately desperate."
"Fiiine..."


I'm a little concerned that some of this one will feel a bit abrupt or rushed, maybe, but honestly I came to the realization that a huge part of my writer's block lately on this story was from being stuck with the ruins scene. I already showed the interesting stuff I wanted to show like two or three parts ago, and now it just felt like it was dragging. The "power gem" exploding makes internal sense and could lead to interesting possibilities later, but I do apologize if the relative anticlimax compared to some other battles left you disappointed. They just had a good plan and executed it well for once; that has to happen sometimes unless your heroes are just plain incompetent.

As soon as I was done with the ruins the good ideas for scenes just kept coming, and there's even more stuff I'm eager to write to come after this. So even if it does feel abrupt I'm quite happy to be past those ruins.

Tuesday, September 25, 2018

The "Best" RPG Ever-54




After confirming there weren't any other mysteriously preserved tomes lying around, it was time to check out the rest of the place. The door in the room with the "beds" was still closed, so they went back through the one on the right instead to avoid alerting the armor unnecessarily. This led to a hallway running left and right from the door they'd come from, also connected to the room on the left. The hallway was as stark as the chamber they had entered the building through, without even any glyphs on the walls, but there were three open doors evenly spaced along the opposite side of it from the one they came in through.

Rayna peeked through each door, and drew back from the center one, returning to the door they'd come in through, where the others still were. "Another hallway in there," she said quietly. "Armor guy is patrolling it."
"I have an idea," said the witch, putting up an index finger for a second. "Let's not split up here. And try the other rooms first."
"Yeah..." Nora also nodded agreement.

There were even more shelves carved into the walls than the room they had just come from; these were not entirely empty. Some glass jars and pottery were placed here and there, and pieces of the same scattered along the floor. Rayna sniffed the air and winced, her ears drawing behind her head briefly. "Blueeh. Somethin' way past its expiration date in here. It's pretty faint, so probably not much of it."
"I guess this is where they kept the food." Mira carefully placed her steps around the broken bits of glass and pottery to reach a shelf with a few intact pieces. She picked out a sealed jar of honey and displayed it to the others. "Hey, you think we should take this back and sell it as a luxury good?"
"Maybe they'd prefer we didn't. Anyway, there might be an Egyptian curse on it," Rayna joked, drawing a small chuckle. Mira put it back after that, and returned.
There was a door on the wall left of the way they had come in, still closed, and glyphs on the wall next to it. "This prolly just leads into that other hallway, so...no need to open it now," said the fox-girl.

After taking some quiet steps through the east-west hallway (as Mira was starting to internalize it, just to keep a sense of everything's relative position), they entered the open door on the left (west) side. "Aha, weapons and armor," said Rayna, stepping inside first. "Hey, is any of this stuff enchanted?"
"I uh, c-can't actually tell that kind of thing," said Nora, following. It was all rusted anyway, and much of it broken to pieces on top of that. This room also featured a door to the "north-south" hallway, also closed, and a pair of glyphs to control its doors.
"Ugh, and I'd have to stare at them one at a time to identify any. Not likely worth it."

"Well, we need to know what else is past here," said Mira. "Want me to open the door here?"
"I think it's less risky to just lure the guard dog the other way and use the doors that're already open," said Rayna. "You guys don't need me just to see what's in the other rooms, so I'll go maintain an illusion to keep him busy."
"What did I just say about not splitting up?" said the witch. "If we need to open a door up there, then you won't be there to keep us invisible!"
"Oh yeah..you're right."

"Um.." Nora half-interjected. Mira waved at her to continue: "I've been watching the connections, and I-I think, the other glyphs b-back in the first room are connected to the r-rest of the doors here. S-so, we could rearrange the d-doors from there to control its available routes."
"Do you know which one is which?" said Rayna.
"I-it wouldn't take me long to figure it out."
"Okay, hang on." She got out a piece of paper and quickly scribbed a rough map of what they'd seen so far, indicating the doors and writing a letter associated with each, and then added to the bottom a labeling from 1 to 14—the number of glyphs they'd seen in the first room. The first one she labeled as "Lights", and then handed Nora the paper and pen.
The elf nodded, and then slowly led them back through the food storage room, then the one across from it, and back to where they had found the journal, carefully tracing connections invisible to the others to label each glyph with its respective door's letter. Then she handed the 'map' to Mira, who was glad to see it aligned the way she'd been thinking of things already.

"Sooo...we could just open the door between one of these rooms and the middle hallway it's in now, and then close both of the doors once the armor runs in to check," she said, pointing along the map to indicate her meaning. "It might smash what's still in there even worse trying to get back out, though, and it may be able to force the doors open anyway—I mean, I could, and I think it's stronger than me."
"We're better off trying to persuade it to patrol a different route," the fox-girl agreed. "How about we close that door" (indicating the on the left of the Glyph room), "open the one to the hallway above it so he runs in there, then close the door to the hallway he's in right now?"
"Th-then open the one here," said Nora, pointing to the closed door in the room with a lot of shelves.
"Right, yeah. If he switches patrolling that hall then we'll just need to run past him from where we have open to get where we're trying to go," said Rayna. "Let's just hope the AI is as simple as we think it is..."

The armor came to investigate the glyph room when they closed the first door, of course, forcing them back into the big chamber at the entrance. After that, the plan went off without any apparent hitch: The armor ran into the journal room from the hallway when the door opened, they closed the next door, and then Rayna confirmed he was walking back and forth in the hallway just "north" of them, as they'd hoped.

After dashing past the armor's present patrol route, they finally made to the other hallway. Looking "north", Rayna stopped in her tracks, which drew the others' gaze as well. "Well...I think something bad definitely happened," Mira understated. It looked like the wall had shattered and dropped its pieces all over the ground there, especially toward the right. There was a clear wall on the left for the most part, but the hallway ended with a room full of dirt spilled in from outside.
Coming closer, it looked like there were supposed to be rooms to the right and at the end of the hall, but both were totally collapsed; Nora quickly identified a closed door on the clear wall to the left.

"So, how strong do you think this ultra-stone is?" said Rayna. "Like, what kinda strength rating would something need to do
that to it?" she pointed at some of the shattered wall.
"I-I don't know...th-that feeling of dread is back after seeing it, though."
"It sure feels pretty solid. You can't 'identify' it with veil pierce or whatever?" said the witch.
"If I could do that, I would've—when we first got here. Anyway, I guess we should run back and open this door since there's no glyphs in the hallways," she said.
"Wouldn't it be easier for me to push it open? Wait, you're absolutely sure there's nothing in there, right?"
Rayna sniffed the air again. "No signs of life whatsoever. I mean, if there is something we're supposed to get rid of it anyway, and the armor might even help us out if it thinks it's an intruder."

"Well, here goes then." Mira pushed at the door, trying her best to grunt quietly. It opened soon enough, and after a tense moment of waiting they concluded that the armor hadn't heard it and went inside.
"Uh...huh..." The room was empty and bare, but had claw marks everywhere: The floor, the wall, even the ceiling in some places. "Well, they had to keep captured monsters somewhere, right?" said Mira. "Some of those would probably be strong enough to do this, I guess. If desperate enough."
"Mm-hm." Rayna pulled her map back out and drew the new part of the building into it. Then she really looked at what she had. "Hmm...you know..."
Mira said, "I don't, what."
"Well, just look," she said, pointing just "north" of the glyph room. There was an empty space big enough to fit another room about the same size there. "If I were just guesstimating the distances then this wouldn't be a big deal, but my powers give me enough spatial awareness to be sure that empty area really is there. Nora, did you get a good look at the wall between the hall and there?"
"Uh, no...I-I wasn't really paying attention to that, sorry," she said.
"It's okay. We just need to lure the armor back the other way and get a closer look."

This time, they opened the door to the middle hallway, and then closed all three "north" facing doors once the armor was through. It ran back and forth briefly before seeming to resume its pacing back where it had started. Then Nora got a good look at the space, and found a door connected to glyph "14" on Rayna's map. They tried just opening that door; the armor ran up to each of the doors adjacent to the "east-west" hall in turn, but seemed to give up after a while.
Still in the glyph room, Rayna breathed a small sigh of relief when it finally stopped running around. "I guess it just doesn't want to force the doors open."
"Against its programming, I bet. It makes sense if you think about it," said Mira. "I mean, guards don't open doors for the enemy, right?"
"Yep."



When the rain finally died down, Zack stood up, and the others followed suit. They went out enough to be sure it was over, and then started on the way back to town.

You know...I can hear your mind playing back 'Dude Looks Like a Lady'.
Well, that's your fault, Lynn countered, looking away from Zack again. I can't help what song's stuck in my head. So unless you can 'mute' it for me or something...
Not with my skill level, and probably not safely at any level. I'm just saying, he'd probably be annoyed if—
That's why it's not coming out aloud. That's the whole point of everyone having mouths instead of brain scanning powers.

She took a slightly quicker stride for a moment to come up next to the wolf-girl in the lead. "Hey, Zack."
"Yeah?"
"The other night, it sounded like you knew a lot of pretty obscure RPGs. Right?"
"I dunno if I'd say 'obscure' or not..I've just, played a lot of them. What about it?"
"Well, don't you get tired of them sometimes? All the same characters and stupid tropes showing up? Orrr, the grinding and easy battles?"
"Hmm."

There was a long silence, but before Lynn could ask him to clarify what 'hmm' meant he actually answered: "They're not all like that, you know. And even the ones that are, always have something unique. Like a different setting, or one character I really like. Anyway, if the battles aren't challenging it can help me just zone out and take my mind off of stuff. And sometimes, they're not so easy, and can be a lot of fun to figure out." He shrugged. "There are bad ones I don't bother with, but...maybe I'm just so used to it that I don't really see the stuff everyone else complains about anymore.
"You really like asking questions, huh."
"Uh..?" Lynn wasn't sure how to take that. "Well, I mean, I like to hear other people's opinions..."
"I guess that's why you and Rayna get along so well."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
He shrugged. "She likes answering questions. Even if nobody's asking."
After thinking about it for a moment, she understood what he meant. "That's...one way of looking at it, yeah." Lynn really did have a habit of challenging people's opinions and tastes as a way of getting to know them better. Rayna always seemed to have some answer or counterargument, even past the point where most people would've gotten annoyed or given up the fight. It led to the kind of in-depth, intelligent discussion (or argument, sometimes) that fans of their show seemed to really like.

He's way more perceptive than I think I was giving him credit for...
No kidding, Katherine responded.
I was just thinking that! Not talking to you!
Sorry.



The witch led the way to the mystery room, and the three of them walked inside. "Ooh boy.." There were five suits of armor just like the one outside, but intact, lined up along the left and right walls of the small room, in an arrangement that suggested a sixth ought to fit on the near left side. In the middle was a metal object, a box-shaped thing with a slanted part at the top; numerous glyphs were carved into this sloped part's surface, some of which were very faintly glowing.
"Since this thingy isn't built into the stone, it's probably the same kind of magi-tech the armors are...maybe a control panel?" Rayna suggested.
"Yes, it's logical th-that one should be on-site somewhere," said Nora. "W-which means there is probably a similar panel in the castle."
"Yeah, but that's prolly buried under six feet of rubble by now," the witch countered, taking a closer look at the panel.
"At any rate, I would say this is some solid evidence that the people working here either died quickly or fled in a hurry," the fox-girl added.
"That's a pleasant thought.

"...Hmn. I get the distinct impression this thing is 'almost out of power', like some of these glyphs probably won't respond. I could activate the ones that're still glowing, but no telling what they'd do without testing. And that would use up the power it has."
"I-is there any way to give it more power?" the elf suggested, walking around the device and trying to 'feel' for anything in it.
"I don't know...it's just a solid hunk of metal. Maybe there's a 'recharge spell', but I wouldn't know it."
"Well, we don't want to accidentally activate the rest of these armor guys," said Rayna, crossing her arms. "Especially if it runs out of power to turn them back on again. Then again, if the armors get power from this thing then using up its supply would be a quick way to take out the active one."
Nora shook her head. "I-I'm quite certain this isn't linked to the active armor in any way. D-definitely not enough to be feeding it any kind of energy."
The fox-girl sighed. "I'm sure this'll be an interesting find for whoever studies this place, but there's no advantage here for our job."
"I don't know..." The elf had a 'thinking' look, and moved closer to the nearest inactive armor.

"What?" Mira leaned over, trying to see what she was looking at. Nora picked up the faceplate and stuck her hand inside, closing her eyes while she held onto what she found. Eventually, she nodded to herself, pulling the hand back out and reopening her eyes to face the others.
"Th-the power source. It obviously h-has to be inside, so I...w-well, anyway. It's the 'eyes'," she announced.
"So all we have to do is smash that thing's eyes to turn it off for good?" said Rayna.
"Yeah. 'All'," Mira repeated sarcastically. "Zack couldn't even dent the one at the castle, and my strength is still below his even in his 'defense over strength' form. So how do we get past this guy's faceplate? For that matter, would hitting the power source even do any good?"
"Hmm." Nora reached her hand back into the armor nearby, then the other one. After a bit of struggling, she pulled out a golfball-sized, dark red crystal and held it out to the others. "Th-this is some kind of...'clear' but very solid material, I d-don't know how else to describe it."
"Like, it's clear to magic the way glass is clear to light?" Rayna suggested. "Now that I'm looking at it, my 'identify powers' tell me it's some kind of magic storage crystal, but not much else."
Nora nodded. "It contains a dense concentration of electricity and fire combined," she said. "B-but I can't seem to reach those elements directly, even holding it in my hands."

"Well, what happens if you put in more?" said Mira. "Say, out in the hallway and at a distance in case it literally makes it explode?" Nora nodded, agreeing with this plan, and they headed out to test.
From halfway across the hall, Nora drew some of the electricity out of her nerves and sent a spark at the crystal. It glowed slightly, and in the instant that there was a connection she felt connected to the elements inside. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she tried maintaining a longer arc from one of her hands, into the crystal, back through the other one; with this she was able to draw some of the stored electricity out, producing a shower of sparks around the crystal for a couple of seconds. Then she drew herself up, panting slightly from the effort.
"Wha'd you find out?" said Rayna.
"I-I think, hff, I can drain it," she said. "O-or possibly overload, if it has some kind of c-capacity, but which is easier depends on how much is left."
"It's a pretty safe bet an armorbot that's been running around on autopatrol for centuries is low on batteries by now," Mira said. "Seems like it took a lot out of you, though?"
"M-my skill level with this element is relatively low," she said. "I, haven't been b-buying many skills lately."
"So buy some levels, then," said Rayna. "I don't think even Aria will have a problem with you getting more 'force lightning' to work with."

The elf nodded, finally catching her breath. "I d-doubt I can do it in one shot, even still," she said.
"Right. But we know how to manipulate this guy's movement to some extent now," said Rayna. Then, turning to the witch: "I hate to say it, but our best bet at this point is probably to split the party...just a li'l bit?"
"Yeah, yeah."



I feel a little bad about taking so long to write this, when in the end it's mostly just "nerds being nerds". Still, I made up this whole "ancient laboratory ruins" situation and they've got to get out of it somehow.