>Doze some more, that smile made your heart leap.

You nod barely, "... I'll be here," you yawn and stretch, pulling the covers more tightly around you now that your source of warmth has left.

Beth lets out a small laugh, and ruffles your hair, "I won't be too long... don't get too comfortable," you hear the door open and mumble, "Too late," in response.

The door shuts and you hear the shower turn on across the hall, and mildly realize that theses walls are really thin, before slipping back into sleep.

You find yourself standing in a room filled with stuff you've owned, and in the center on your latest computer chair is another you, just a little more tan, she seems to be dozing though. A quick glance around shows a pathway that looks like it was recently cleared of junk. You get the feeling that its a path only you, and not your shadow can walk.

From behind you hear a yawn, "That's the way back to your world, ah, before you worry I can't go down it. It's against the rules, yeah? I can only get against the door and talk to you," you look back to your shadow to see she has black eyes with yellow pupils, "You here about the favors I owe you or something? I really wasn't expecting you... I'd uh have cleaned a little." the way she says that you get the feeling she's lying, about the cleaning anyways.


>I didn't even mean to get here, I'll be going now.
>Questions?

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Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=gundam+build+fighters+quest

Other Quests:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Valkyrian%20Mercs%20Quest (complete)
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Pararescue%20Witches (Running)
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com /archive.html?tags=Magical%20Girl%20Hunter%20Quest (Complete)
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Cyberpunk%20Idol%20Management%20Quest (Running)

Characters and Gunpla: http://pastebin.com/az88EdJt

You are JACK FOULKE, an amateur Gunpla Fighter with dreams to make your own mark on the Gunpla battle scene!

Today is the morning of the semifinals. While Holly is busy putting the finishing touches on your Jester repairs. You're passing the time catching up on the fights that were happening alongside yours in the last round.

First, there was Fellini's fight against Mao. Mao put up a pretty good fight, but it was clear after the first couple of minutes that it was Fellini's fight. The Crossbone Maoh's reliance on his big ticket weapons like his satellite cannon and buster sword proved to be his undoing as they were too big and unwieldy to catch the quick and nimble Rinaschita. All Fellini needed to to do was wait for an opening and knock out the Maoh with a pinpoint buster rifle shot.

(cont)

QM Question: What's the best quest you've ever run?

Player Question: Why do stupid one-shots get more readers than good, long-running quests?

Bad news, /tg/. You're going to turn into a demon. Maybe you fucked around with the ouija board too much or just didn't read that last EULA close enough,but either way, it's happening.

Good news is that your transformation will be guided by your personality, your vices, your fetishes, your fears and desires.

What do you look like, /tg/? What kind of powers are you granted? How fucked are you? How down to fuck are you?

With a shimmer of fragmented light your outfit forms around you, its a black blouse that leaves your shoulders bare and puts your cleavage on display, and gives wraps around your neck for support. The fragmented light slowly, at first, collects around your shapely legs and with a loud crack becomes one, showing dark cargo pants with just a hint of your stomach showing the strings of bright yellow panties. A quick check shows that you are wearing the most comfortable pair of dark combat boots.

The light consolidates once more, you feel yourself reaching out to grab it, making it solid giving you a book containing containing countless mirrors. You have the suspicion you could pull mirrors out of this for days and never hit the end.

As soon as the right of the fragmented light fades away, you hear some that sounds exactly like you speak, ‘Ahah! Finally! Whatever you just did cleared the junk out of the way! I've been working on that all fucking night!’

Beth smirks from her chair, "Hah, I didn't expect you to have a book. Color me surprised," she motions for you to turn around.

>Display yourself for Beth
>You now have voices in your head, that's... a thing.
>Other

The new dark eldars are up on black library now!

OOC:

The QM's other quest: >>35267628

Continued from: >>35243121

Chat room: http://rolz.org/group. (Room Name MMSDQuest)

Rules and Regulations: http://pastebin.com/vHKj9hkq

Combat stats: http://pastebin.com/5zyVxpcv

Kyousuke as of session 10: http://pastebin.com/0AQg4MY1

Timeline for event reference: http://wiki.puella-magi.net/Timeline#Timeline_5:_The_Main_Anime_Timeline

Recap: You are Kamijou Kyousuke. You were in an accident that should've left your left hand permanently disabled for life. Miraculously, it was healed.

You've just killed your teacher Saotome Kazuko. Apparently, she was a lich.

You are now searching for your beloved childhood friend Miki Sayaka.

ARCHIVES IN ORDER OF SESSION

https://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/35070841 (Session 1)

https://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/35089462 (Session 2)

https://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/35111823 (Session 3)

https://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/35132952 (Session 4)

https://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/35168754 (Session 5)

http://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/35176913 (Session 6)

http://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/35200589 (Session 7)

https://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/35222980 (Session 8)

https://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/35243121 (Session 9)

END/OOC

Part 1 of 2

You are a fighter pilot of the 501st Joint Strike Wing and you've just been cornered by the aide to the chief of RAF Fighter Command and behind you stands Nicholas Mackintosh, XO of the Navy vessel you just tried to steal ice cream from.

This is the third ship you've visited this month, and all in all you prefer the Fitzgerald - you know, the one that was on fire and infested with aliens trying to kill you.

"Yeah," Mack says, holding his palms up to Maloney. "Yeah. So." He strokes his chin thoughtfully. "How...." he makes vague motions at you, then at Maloney and his pack of subgun-swinging goons. "Arrest? Care to explain this?"

"Constable?" Maloney says smugly, and a slightly portly man in a suit steps forward, looking a bit awkward. "Well. The American Army has declined to bring charges against this... pilot under the Uniform Code of Military Justice, and, ah, certain gentleman of high rank in the Royal Air Force have expressed disinterest in pursuing military-to-military complains. However, much of what this pilot has done is fully prosecutable under English civilian law."

Mack raises his eyebrow. "And you didn't collar him on the island because...?"

Maloney opens his mouth, but the portly little constable just raises his hand in a 'bitch, please' gesture and plows on. "The island is the private property of the Witch Sisterhood - not that there's a single legal entity like that, per-se, but in centuries past it was quite literally the sovereign territory of Witches, not just private property of Crown subjects. Much like Papal possessions. There's hundreds of years of history. The legalities are... complex."

"I think I get the picture," Mack mutters.

You recently had your thirteenth birthday last month, although compared to other boys your age, you hadn't grown very much at all. Smallest in your class, and also the least manly, which led to a small spat of bullying. Until you found punching them in the throat usually stopped the abuse.

Your parents, when they managed to be present in the household, were usually quiet, business-like, and had very little to talk about. Absorbed in their own world of money and politics. They were away again, something about a big business trip in America. Shrugging your shoulders, you could see the tan you earned out in the summer sun.

Clinking of plates and cutlery down the stairs brought a light, warm feeling to your chest. Saki, your sister, must be cooking something. Slipping on a pair of shorts, your feet tap gracefully down the stairs. You could feel your mouth curl upwards, your sister's radiant sun-like smile meeting yours "Anon-kun, awake already?"

Nodding enthusiastically, you take the one of the side seats at the table. Blue eyes drifting over to your sister, her flowing, bone white hair swished from left to right, her hands attending to cooking. A large grey dress shirt, hung from her body, ending just a little below her curved bottom. The light tan covering her skin was clearly visible beneath her shirt, only ending where her black laced panties began.

With an elbow on the table, the warmth of your hand propping up your face, your eyes traced your sister's graceful movements. You didn't really mind she wasn't wearing a bra, it's not like you were wearing boxers or a shirt, so it was fair, that's what you thought anyway. You notice her hands quickly begin to serve the scrambled eggs. You turn your head quickly away, looking at the clock instead, face burning.

The plate entered your peripheral vision, two slices of bread covered with scrambled egg. You could feel your stomach growl at the sight. Turning your head, your eyes were attracted to another sight

>Mechanics: http://pastebin.com/MuXRzApY
>MC: http://pastebin.com/TdBKC27p
>Other Characters: http://pastebin.com/SCdW9jJi
>Magic system: http://pastebin.com/jKt3dEkR
>Irisviels list: http://pastebin.com/TSc1d6JV
>Previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Harem%20Protag%20Quest
> Thread 29 is here: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/33886129
>Twitter: @HaremProtaGuide

Alright guys, I'm going to run, but if I have to duck out suddenly I apologize in advance, there's a lot going on this weekend and I may be called away. But I said I'd try to run so I am.

Enjoy the thread.

>Current Stats:
>Protag Points: 275
>Mana 40/40
>Harem Status 4/13

You are John Galt and as you once again appear in the null zone you have so recently been travelling around in, you feel a mild thump as you drop about an inch, onto the ground, Karasuba still on your lap and kissing you, except now both of you are again wearing your clothes, to your only mild disappointment.

Pulling back from the kiss, you see everybody in the room staring at you with a look of shock on their faces.

“What?” you say, “It’s not like you’ve never seen this before.”

“But…but…” says Chris, “She…”

“She what?” you ask.

“She was nice to you!” she spouts, “Gentle even!”

You look up at Karasuba who hasn’t moved from your lap. She just smiles and shrugs.
“I guess they didn’t think I could be gentle lover boy,” she says to you, kissing you once more on the cheek before standing and then resuming her normal slightly slouched if mildly murderous stance.

(John, you have done good things here,) says your friend, ignoring the byplay, (But we need to keep going to save the rest.)

You nod at her. “Right,” you say, “Show me more.”

Your friend nods at you. More images flash by.