Family can be a blessing and a curse; the larger one is, the more issues come to light, though many would say it’s worth the price of admission. Sometimes the blessings are better than the helping hand of a tutor, and sometimes the curses are far, far worse than a little tugging of hair.
A mother and father always have great visions of grand futures. Of grandchildren with parents with grand dreams for them as grand as their dreams for those very parents. Of their children following their teachings into the next generation, and knowing that their job was done well. That those children will do the same, following in their footsteps. And their children, and theirs as well. Parents ask for a world freely given by children from all walks of life.
To some, family has a value greater than anything. Others see it as greater than nothing. There are many more views of family in between, and it can vary between different members, but, in the end, it is something we all have.
All families have far reaching histories that bind them together. Rare is the man who wasn’t born, and rare is the man who can claim as such truthfully. Even inconsequential histories are history, regardless of import. Some claim great heritage of ages past, others claim great inheritance of estates and land. All who are born gain some small part of their parents’ history, and their parents’, and theirs, ad infinum. The chain reaches back farther than most are willing, or able, to see. The bonds do not begin merely in humans, and instead stretch back into the great seas themselves.
Long ago, there were no families. Not by any stretch of the word, and certainly not as we see them today. There was no hair being tugged, or tutorings needed for a big test. There was no hair, and the only test was survival. Year by year, century by century, over eons these things came to be. Life, at first, was microscopic and inconsequential. Slowly, with every turn of the world, some small change was made.
The tree took roots, and those roots dug deep and started spreading at first rapidly, then they divided a million million times over. Some parts began to slow, others kept the same pace, and many more met their ultimate end.
All families are but one family, far removed. All life, from the smallest amoeba to the greatest elephant, from the rarest of birds to the most common bacteria, from every corner of the Earth, the deepest depths to the highest mountain, is full of but one multifaceted family of staggering proportions.
Farther back still, there is but one mother yet no father; the Earth itself. This mother bore many children in her cold depths, and they have since flourished and formed the tree that all life calls its family.
But to you, there was only ever one family, one generation; one inconsequential division of that tree that ends in six buds. Six siblings.
Of those six, only you stand in the room. Of six children, how many remain? The eldest son fell first, and from there it was a downwards spiral of pruning of the buds of the tree.
Next was the loss of three sisters, though you honestly don’t know what happened; they vanished without fanfare or even the faintest trace. There was no great struggle, no craters or pock marks. There was not a single sign that they were ever where they should have been. And, quite frankly, you know that those three were too noisy to ever hope to vanish without a trace. Someone, or something, removed those traces of battle. You just know it has to be true... So you assume the worst, and though you hope for greener pastures, you find nothing but dessicated husks of grass.
That left just you and the youngest. Your little sister, Layla. A sweet girl, who has no skeletal hands grasping at her from the yawning maw of a closet.
But then she was taken from you. You know not quite where, and you know not quite why, but she is all you have left.
Family was a blessing and a curse. A curse you wish you still knew. A blessing you wish still could be felt. No longer are there tutorings, or tugging hands in your hair. No longer do you see their smiling faces, or tearful eyes as they scrape a knee. You weren’t the eldest.
Sadly, now you are.
But you would rather die than claim the title of youngest, too.
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You’d think that, with a goal like yours, you could go 48 hours without sleep. Your goal is more important than anything, and yet your body seems to disagree, forcing you to follow its tune. Has it really been a week of non-stop searching? You feel like you’ve combed every nook and cranny for information. Every ad, every forum, every site. Your search took you down the fishiest of places and the most unassuming of sites. You were surprised to find places you had a creeping suspicion were full of Youkai, and other places likely full of Technocrats. And yet, you pressed through.
Through the darker side of the internet you crept, worried just what might notice, you found a lot of things you didn’t want to know, and nothing you wanted to. Not one trace of Layla… Of the youngest of you six...
Your dreams are silent things, bereft of either joy or horror. It’s probably part of why you have been staying awake, by some twisted definition of awake, till you pass out, or at least an excuse to; your dreams have been haunted by the things that might be happening to the last kin you have.
But sadly all things must end, and so too does your dreamless sleep, to the tune of an odd whistle.
You jump to, reaching for your holster, but realize that you’re where you remember, and nothing horrible has happened. Scanning the forgettable hotel room you call home for the time being, hand resting firmly on the old broomhandle, you find it empty of anyone to do the whistling. Still… you know that whistle. Not the whistler, but the whistle itself. It has deeper meanings than just a whistle, and yet… something niggles at your mind, and you can’t quite grasp what it means.
Had you enough sleep, maybe you could have understood it as more than a sound. ...But, then, you’ve been hearing those whistles a lot of late. Probably just you missing your siblings; even awake, you just can’t quite grasp the meaning, though it always happens as you are drifting off, or during your sleep. Always startling you awake, only to find a distinct lack of those who know the Prismriver code.
Sighing, you look back to the computer, finding… well, that’s interesting. You look over the page in your browser, sliding a finger down the smudged screen of a smart phone. You never much liked the things, what with what carrying one meant; you can’t repair the damned things yourself, so you either have to baby them or hope they’re built tougher than they look.
Sadly, the phone is the former, and the signs are plain to see; a chip in the top left corner from where it landed when it fell from your lap a couple feet. The thing practically wants to break. Still, the size is as much a blessing as a curse, and the chipped corner is a testament to your rough handling.
If not for the fact that you didn’t remember pulling up this page, you might have just closed the window, what with it being an ad for refurbished bandages, but suspicion gets the better of you. You don’t so much pay attention to the contents as look for any hidden meanings. You scan over the suspicious message, wondering if there’s a deeper meaning than just… that. It’s probably another wild goose chase, but it’s still better than nothing.
Refurbished Bandages for Sale
Can you believe that the time of reusable bandages is upon us? One purchase and you will have a lifetime supply of medical grade bandages all in one bandage! Messes are unavoidable, but these are the safest bandages on Earth! Twist them once and they are sterile once more! Only available for a limited time, so order now! Never worry about your first aid kit having enough to save a life: order the ten pack! One ten pack is enough for most any job, then wring them out and the specially designed RTHP formula cleans them with just a little* water added. After that, all you have to do is let them dry for a few hours** and they are as good as new! Run through hundreds in only a day? Keep dozens of banaged on hand at any time? Ask about our special bulk*** pricing! Ten ten packs for only the cost of FIVE!
Pricing is dependent on credit check. Mass quantity bulk deals are available to registered hospitals. *1 gallon of water is required per bandage. **3 hour dry time only attainable with zero humidity and while being blown dry. bandages highly flammable; do not iron dry. ***bulk deals require in excess of 10,000 units.
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Broomhandle
Loaded: 7/10
Total Ammo: 107
Phlogiston Pistol
Loaded: 10/10
Total Ammo: 110
Aether Rifle
Loaded: 100%
Remaining Canisters: 20
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[ ] Write-in
No. 191174
Given the title of this quest, it's most likely an ad that's somehow connected to youkai selling humans or something to that degree. |
No. 191180
I don't know what I just read, but... |
No. 191183
It really just looks like there is some sort of clue hidden. |
No. 191190
>>191183 |
No. 191192
>>191183 |
No. 191194
>>191192 |
No. 191195
File 147122888624.jpg- (68.59KB , 620x413 , A straight line may be wiser.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() [-a-] "COMETONORTHPARKATFIVEPM". Well, it's not like we had anything else planned for the evening… |
No. 191197
[X] Broomhandle |
No. 191206
[X] Broomhandle (Wait, this is a gun?) |
No. 191207
[X] Aether Rifle: uses ammo you can’t replace. Rikako’s handiwork, so it looks sturdy enough and you know it’s no doubt effective. Sticks out like a sore thumb, so you store it in a violin case. Heavier than both handguns combined, and each canister is half a pound. |
No. 191209
File 147129449490.jpg- (5.03KB , 260x194 , No sweeping will be needed.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() >>191206 |
No. 191211
File 147130443854.jpg- (33.82KB , 640x364 , a vintage from the republic.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() >>191197 |
No. 191212
[X] Shanxi Type 17 "Broomhandle" |
No. 191224
File 147136157493.jpg- (126.42KB , 1024x774 , Paranoia galore.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() [-b-] Shanxi Type 17 "Broomhandle" |
No. 191226
[X] Offer your seat: sure, you'll forget her soon enough, but putting someone in a good mood can be helpful in its own way. Doubly so when you've got a hidden firearm under your coat. Besides, she might pay closer attention if she shares the seat. |
No. 191229
[X] Offer your seat |
No. 191232
[x] Offer your seat. |
No. 191233
>>191232 |
No. 191241
Why might sharing the seat be a bad idea? |
No. 191244
>>191241 |
No. 191266
[x] Offer your seat. |
No. 191267
File 147162261947.jpg- (85.25KB , 600x421 , Your expectations are a little low.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() [-c-] Offer your seat |
No. 191270
[x] Row ⑨: Relatable Old Lady |
No. 191271
[x] Row Twelve: Sleeping Giant |
No. 191272
[X] Row Eight: Empty |
No. 191277
Well, let's see. a half empty bus it is, so it would look odd to share a eat with someone we don't know. IF it's a modern buss, there should be an emergency exit in the rear, either a door or window, so that's not as big of a deal as otherwise. And the woman, while a little bit nattering, probably doesn't mean any harm. But we want as many people to make a visible effort to interact with us, rather than having to turn ourselves and take the eyes off the rest of the bus. So... |
No. 191286
File 147179707845.jpg- (7.41KB , 290x268 , He panics easily it seems.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() [-d-] Row Ten: Empty |
No. 191287
[X] Hide quietly |
No. 191288
[x] Hide quietly |
No. 191290
It's probably just some guy cosplaying as Agent Smith. |
No. 191293
>>191290 |
No. 191294
[x] Hide quietly. |
No. 191348
File 147208979637.png- (283.19KB , 736x459 , Cosplay or real.png ) [iqdb] ![]() [-e-] Hide quietly |
No. 191349
[X] Agree |
No. 191350
[x] Agree |
No. 191351
[X] Decline |
No. 191352
>>191351 |
No. 191353
[x] Agree |
No. 191357
[x] Act naturally. |
No. 191359
>>191320 |
No. 191366
[X] Agree |
No. 191370
File 147231588029.png- (106.98KB , 394x337 , Personal space buddy.png ) [iqdb] ![]() [-f-] Agree |
No. 191371
None of your business? Even if it is a cosplayer, going after random strangers on public transportation doesn't seem like the smartest of choices. |
No. 191372
[x] "It's personal. Sorry." |
No. 191373
Okay he is probably a bad guy..but why is he talking to us, instead of just following silently, or trying to kill us. |
No. 191405
While I don't mind having but one vote, is that truly a wise thing to leave me with? |
No. 191408
[x] "It's personal. Sorry." |
No. 191503
I have returned. I was having computer issues, but now that that's over, how about we get on with the climactic finale of the bus arc? |
No. 191504
File 147388559372.jpg- (34.60KB , 640x400 , Add glasses and 90% less grin.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() [-g-] "It's personal. Sorry." |
No. 191506
[x] Get off now. |
No. 191507
[X] Wait till the next stop. |
No. 191512
[x] Get off now. |
No. 191514
[x] Get off now. |
No. 191530
Calling it in about 4 hours. |
No. 191532
File 147426306327.jpg- (114.17KB , 670x446 , I never promised you a rose garden.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() [-h-] Get off now. |
No. 191534
[x] Scout the paths, get to know the layout of this place. |
No. 191536
>>191534 |
No. 191543
[x] Check every piece of shrubbery and inspect nothing is hiding in it! |
No. 191582
We need a tiebreaker. |
No. 191617
File 147475808982.jpg- (24.27KB , 400x300 , Pretend the bags are closed.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() [-i-] Scout the paths, get to know the layout of this place. |
No. 191641
Well, dang. that's lovely. It was a trap all along. |
No. 191673
[x] Run headlong into the trap (pursue) |
No. 191677
[x] >>191673 |
No. 191722
[x] Run headlong into the trap (pursue) |
No. 191723
>>191722 |
No. 191725
>>191723 |
No. 191729
File 147509195774.jpg- (24.65KB , 414x321 , Do ya feel lucky punk.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() [-j-] Run headlong into the trap (pursue) |
No. 191731
Welp, back to lurking the story I go. I blame my more intelligent peers. |
No. 191732
[X] Ask. |
No. 191735
[X] Demand. |
No. 191739
>>191735 |
No. 191740
>>191735 |
No. 191753
Seems we're going full action movie! |
No. 191758
File 147525527618.png- (54.42KB , 257x181 , If only you could see beneath.png ) [iqdb] ![]() [-k-] Try to spin and knock the firearm to the ground. If they wanted Harmon dead, he would have died already. |
No. 191765
[X] "You must need more for something, if I'm not already dead." |
No. 191767
>>191765 |
No. 191768
>>191767 |
No. 191769
> -[x] "And, besides, I'd have a hard time telling you want if you damage my vocal box. It isn't something that can just be replaced." |
No. 191770
>>191769 |
No. 191771
>>191768 |
No. 191780
>>191769 |
No. 191781
>>191780 |
No. 191785
>>191781 |
No. 191787
>>191785 |
No. 191807
Writing tonight, so long as we don't suddenly wind up with a tie. |
No. 191815
File 147564691793.png- (106.69KB , 500x500 , Just rinse and twist!.png ) [iqdb] ![]() [-l-] Keep your distance. She sounds confident in her abilities, and Harmon likely isn't much of a hand-to-hand combatant. |
No. 191827
[X] The monsters that stole my little sister |
No. 191833
>>191827 |
No. 191843
Good enough. |
No. 191846
File 147595494395.png- (127.82KB , 400x600 , The youngest sister.png ) [iqdb] ![]() [-m-] silver tongued and utterly malign |
No. 191847
[X] Who was it for? |
No. 191853
>>191846 |
No. 191869
[x] Who was it for? |
No. 191874
File 147612467513.jpg- (46.64KB , 450x289 , A beautiful cut of meat.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() [-n-] Who was it for? |
No. 191880
[X] express concern over wounded arm possibly producing the stench |
No. 191881
>>191880 |
No. 191886
[X] Comment on her fragrance; she might not know. |
No. 191888
All of the above! |
No. 191889
[x] Tell her. It's just an email, right? You feel there's an implied threat here. |
No. 191890
I know, I know. I've hardly given you time. However, I really want to write this, and I don't have much else of interest to write tonight. |
No. 191891
>>191889 |
No. 191892
File 147616997111.png- (943.11KB , 850x1189 , I am not drawing a hoodie you're insane.png ) [iqdb] ![]() [-o-] Comment on her fragrance; she might not know. |
No. 191895
[X] I'm at your mercy, so what now? |
No. 191896
>>191895 |
No. 191915
[x] I'm at your "mercy", so what now? |
No. 191917
[x] I'm at your "mercy", so what now? |
No. 191928
[x] I'm at your "mercy", so what now? |
No. 191930
File 147633604239.jpg- (118.48KB , 850x850 , Thethathethethat's all folks!.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() [-p-] I'm at your "mercy", so what now? |
No. 191931
[X] Wait, did she just hit on you? Who would do that? Suspicious… |
No. 191940
[X] Wait, did she just hit on you? Who would do that? Suspicious… |
No. 191943
[x] Wait, did she just hit on you? Who would do that? Suspicious… |
No. 191944
>>191943 |
No. 191946
>A mage! Did Rikako send reinforcements? ...After what you did before you left, you’re surprised… |
No. 191967
>>191943 |
No. 191969
>>191967 |
No. 191979
>>191969 |
No. 191982
File 147656437118.png- (689.03KB , 489x558 , Hair bags are a hood in this case.png ) [iqdb] ![]() [x] Wait, did she just hit on you? Who would do that? Suspicious… |
No. 191983
[x] You were examining her for weapons. |
No. 191985
[X] Be blunt: you were looking at all three. |
No. 191988
[X] Admit you were looking at the odd charm. |
No. 191989
>>191985 |
No. 192012
File 147675413996.jpg- (114.05KB , 850x1203 , Dork.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() [-r-] Be blunt: you were looking at all three. |
No. 192013
[X] Go grab some aspirin - you’re going to need it. |
No. 192014
[X] Screw it. You can do it in the morning. Just head back to the hotel. |
No. 192015
>>192013 |
No. 192026
>>192013 |
No. 192027
>>192026 |
No. 192031
I may try for a third story for the likely incoming contest, as a heads up. It'd be a daily update sorta thing, so I'll see about doing the only logical thing to do. |
No. 192034
File 147700640866.jpg- (222.74KB , 700x700 , Is she stalking you.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() [-s-] Grumble about maniacs. Try to research the magic that Miss Blue used. |
No. 192036
[x] Take an aspirin now; you just know you head will be pounding by the end. |
No. 192037
[x] Take an aspirin now; you just know you head will be pounding by the end. |
No. 192053
[x] Take an aspirin now; you just know you head will be pounding by the end. |
No. 192062
File 147717755487.jpg- (208.96KB , 850x1292 , How cute.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() [-t-] Take an aspirin now; you just know you head will be pounding by the end. |
No. 192063
[X] Just accept your loss. |
No. 192064
[X] Squirm for her amusement. |
No. 192065
[X] Just accept your loss. |
No. 192066
[x] Kiss Seiga |
No. 192067
>>192066 |
No. 192068
[x] Just accept your loss. |
No. 192076
>>192063 |
No. 192085
File 147735104179.png- (88.40KB , 240x262 , A rose by any other name.png ) [iqdb] ![]() [-u-] Just accept your loss. |
No. 192086
[X] Give him the Kasen special. Worked once, right? |
No. 192087
[X] Give him the Kasen special. Worked once, right? |
No. 192089
[X] Give him the Kasen special. Worked once, right? |
No. 192094
>>192087 |
No. 192108
File 147752959795.png- (204.62KB , 335x284 , The majority says Seiga only smiles it seems.png ) [iqdb] ![]() [-v-] Give him the Kasen special. Worked once, right? |
No. 192110
[X] Retreat to an alley; you can't head home like this. Need to at least stop the bleeding, or you'll drop breadcrumbs all the way to your door. |
No. 192111
[X] Retreat to an alley; you can't head home like this. Need to at least stop the bleeding, or you'll drop breadcrumbs all the way to your door. |
No. 192114
>>192111 |
No. 192119
>>192114 |
No. 192136
File 147770446368.jpg- (58.06KB , 401x479 , harmon.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() [X] Weariness. Is she going to do this every time...? |
No. 192137
>>192136 |
No. 192139
File 147770555374.jpg- (195.49KB , 850x1172 , Best pocket.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() [-w-] Retreat to an alley; you can't head home like this. Need to at least stop the bleeding, or you'll drop breadcrumbs all the way to your door. |
No. 192141
>>192136 |
No. 192142
[X] Arousal. You're alone with her. |
No. 192144
>>192139 |
No. 192145
[x] Fascination. Here we observe the bluenette in its natural habitat. |
No. 192146
[X] Guilt. What are you staring at when you're sister's in trouble?! |
No. 192153
Called~ Gonna need you guys to really hustle with the votes starting next update. I'd like to have at least three votes before I combobulate them, as I have to get the okay from Luminous as to if it's up to his standards. |
No. 192154
>>192153 |
No. 192155
>>192154 |
No. 192178
File 147796389199.png- (109.36KB , 214x443 , Is it fresh.png ) [iqdb] ![]() [-x-] Fascination. Here we observe the bluenette in its natural habitat. |
No. 192188
She's a little too disarming. Perhaps a little too good to be true. Still, we don't have another option right now (if only because she isn't going to be leaving us be fore a while. |
No. 192189
[x] Ask if she has another piece of fabric on hand that would do a better job of bandaging her up. Be it a bandage or just a strip of fabric or a towel. |
No. 192201
Anywho, bed time. Calling at around 04:00-08:00, as I did post at 01:30 or so. |
No. 192224
File 147809958034.jpg- (176.93KB , 850x850 , What's in your wallet.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() [-y-] Ask if she has another piece of fabric on hand that would do a better job of bandaging her up. Be it a bandage or just a strip of fabric or a towel. |
No. 192226
[X] Deer in headlights. |
No. 192229
>>192226 |
No. 192235
File 147817331830.png- (126.91KB , 271x275 , How cute.png ) [iqdb] ![]() [-z-] Deer in headlights. |
No. 192238
[X] Just give me the damned sock. |
No. 192242
>>192238 |
No. 192245
[x] Just give me the damned sock. |
No. 192248
[x] Risk it. |
No. 192262
File 147829741735.png- (335.99KB , 589x600 , Laughter is the best medicine.png ) [iqdb] ![]() [-a+1-] Just give me the damned sock. |
No. 192265
[x] Just take the damned sock. |
No. 192266
Ready or not, it's the next day. |
No. 192267
[x] Just take the damned sock. |
No. 192294
File 147838110410.jpg- (143.38KB , 600x675 , Blender not required for drinking_.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() [-b+1-] Just take the damned sock. |
No. 192297
>She grins a bit at your evasion. "It's almost like you're flirting with me, you dork~" |
No. 192299
[x] Head home. She'll probably follow you either way, and you're tired from talking to her so much. |
No. 192301
[X] Head home. She'll probably follow you either way, and you're tired from talking to her so much. |
No. 192304
[x] Head home. She'll probably follow you either way, and you're tired from talking to her so much. |
No. 192306
>>192304 |
No. 192307
>>192304 |
No. 192308
>>192307 |
No. 192309
>>192308 |
No. 192316
Update ready, just need it looked over. Sorry about all the teeny tiny updates, but I felt the choices were important. |
No. 192322
File 147844416619.jpg- (53.89KB , 1000x1000 , I actually searched up this picture.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() [-c+1-] Head home. She'll probably follow you either way, and you're tired from talking to her so much. |
No. 192324
[X] Drawn out |
No. 192335
>>192322 |
No. 192344
File 147851439446.jpg- (161.13KB , 850x1391 , Always was the cutest of the three_.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() [-d+1-] Drawn out. |
No. 192349
>>192344 |
No. 192362
>>192349 |
No. 192369
>>192362 |
No. 192370
>>192369 |
No. 192378
File 147861588618.jpg- (102.03KB , 850x567 , Maybe not quite so dramatic.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() [-e+1-] ...Was that some sort of vision? Premonition? |
No. 192379
[X] Continue as if she's not there. |
No. 192383
[X] Continue as if she's not there. |
No. 192384
>Continue to researching her |
No. 192386
[x] Continue as if she's not there. |
No. 192391
File 147868422873.jpg- (102.18KB , 850x709 , Are you a cat person.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() [-f+1-] Continue as if she's not there. |
No. 192394
[X] Sennin |
No. 192399
[X] Kasen |
No. 192407
[X] Sennin |
No. 192419
[x] Sennin |
No. 192425
File 147882115860.jpg- (316.08KB , 850x1251 , Why is this a picture.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() [4] Curses |
No. 192427
>You're not sure why, but that makes you feel a little less annoyed, weirdly enough. |
No. 192428
File 147882639241.jpg- (25.98KB , 200x267 , less than flattering.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() [X] Spectral Rot |
No. 192432
[X] Spectral Rot |
No. 192434
>>192432 |
No. 192436
>>192434 |
No. 192441
File 147890490164.jpg- (646.61KB , 662x800 , I feel dirty now.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() [3] Spectral Rot |
No. 192443
That picture is perfect. |
No. 192445
[X] No |
No. 192446
>>192445 |
No. 192447
[X] No |
No. 192448
>>192446 |
No. 192451
>>192448 |
No. 192452
>>192451 |
No. 192453
File 147894872661.png- (313.04KB , 584x609 , dinner bath or boba fett.png ) [iqdb] ![]() >>192452 |
No. 192459
File 147899087486.png- (878.07KB , 850x1133 , Itsatrap.png ) [iqdb] ![]() [-i+1-] No |
No. 192462
There is only one reaction that can be had. |
No. 192463
>>192459 |
No. 192464
[X] What |
No. 192465
[X] Panic |
No. 192467
>>192463 |
No. 192468
File 147905538050.jpg- (239.91KB , 850x1203 , You dork.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() [-j+1-] Panic |
No. 192469
[X] WHO |
No. 192471
[x] WHO |
No. 192472
[x] WHO |
No. 192473
File 147908414877.jpg- (231.86KB , 1200x1400 , harmon is on the right btw.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() >>192472 |
No. 192474
File 147908707656.jpg- (275.67KB , 750x1000 , Swan song.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() >>192473 |
No. 192475
>>192473 |
No. 192476
>>192475 |
No. 192477
>>192474 |
No. 192479
[x] WHO |
No. 192485
File 147915467130.jpg- (321.36KB , 549x703 , On the cheek ON THE CHEEK.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() [k+1] PANIC |
No. 192486
[X] "Where are my sisters?!" |
No. 192487
[X] "Who else knows of me?!" |
No. 192488
>>192486 |
No. 192490
>>192488 |
No. 192491
[x] "Where are my sisters?!" |
No. 192503
File 147923384179.jpg- (240.73KB , 850x1200 , I found the good images!.jpg ) [iqdb] ![]() [x] "Where are my sisters?!" |
No. 192505
[x] She's human. |
No. 192507
[x] Does it matter? She doesn't care about the Consensus by her obvious magical casting. She has the personality of a Youkai that seems to have been blended with that of a tease, but there's no telling how serious either. |
No. 192508
[x] She's human. |
No. 192511
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No. 192512
>>192511 |
No. 192513
File 147928244027.gif- (0.99MB , 193x211 , You're fun.gif ) [iqdb] ![]() >>192511 |
No. 192516
File 147930809339.png- (166.63KB , 500x595 , Dooooork.png ) [iqdb] ![]() Next thread: >>192515 |