- Location
- Los Angeles, CA
Taylor Hebert, Harem Protagonist
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First Date 1.1
- Location
- Los Angeles, CA
My throat had long since gone hoarse. I wasn't screaming any more, or twitching as the bugs crawled over me. I only slumped against the locker door.
Had it been days? It must have been days. It'd been Friday. Nobody had come for me. Was it Saturday? Sunday? The human body can survive how long without water?
I was going to die, and I'd never do any of the things I'd ever thought of doing with my life. I'd never graduate college or high school. Never get a job or move away from Brockton Bay. I'd never fall in love, never go on a date, never kiss or marry...
DESTINATION.
AGREEMENT.
Two vast complexities, greater than worlds, swimming through the void. Shadows of their glory was all my mind could comprehend. Two entities, each comprising countless elements, each element large enough to cover the surface of a planet. All the components individually seeking to compete and reproduce, through some strange formal dance that added up to the replication of the whole. With the part of me that was not utterly overwhelemed, I understood that this vision was not reality, that it was only what my mind could understand on its own terms of something even stranger.
ICE CREAM?
AGREEMENT.
The two Entities were going on a date. A date that was heading toward a DESTINATION that was... countless shadows of the Earth? As I watched mute and voiceless and dying, the part of one entity that had proposed the date, that had overseen its countless parts wooing the countless parts of the other, broke off as the Entities fractured and split. That piece hurtled towards me...
And then it faded, all faded, faded into darkness, faded out of memory, as I finally blacked out.
You are now TAYLOR HEBERT, HAREM PROTAGONIST.
Who do you see when you open your eyes again? No Panacea because it's been done, no Sophia because it's been done. No Endbringers or Scion. No Bonesaw or Dinah because they're too far underage. No Danny for the obvious reason. Any other character up to and including Contessa is fair game.
Had it been days? It must have been days. It'd been Friday. Nobody had come for me. Was it Saturday? Sunday? The human body can survive how long without water?
I was going to die, and I'd never do any of the things I'd ever thought of doing with my life. I'd never graduate college or high school. Never get a job or move away from Brockton Bay. I'd never fall in love, never go on a date, never kiss or marry...
DESTINATION.
AGREEMENT.
Two vast complexities, greater than worlds, swimming through the void. Shadows of their glory was all my mind could comprehend. Two entities, each comprising countless elements, each element large enough to cover the surface of a planet. All the components individually seeking to compete and reproduce, through some strange formal dance that added up to the replication of the whole. With the part of me that was not utterly overwhelemed, I understood that this vision was not reality, that it was only what my mind could understand on its own terms of something even stranger.
ICE CREAM?
AGREEMENT.
The two Entities were going on a date. A date that was heading toward a DESTINATION that was... countless shadows of the Earth? As I watched mute and voiceless and dying, the part of one entity that had proposed the date, that had overseen its countless parts wooing the countless parts of the other, broke off as the Entities fractured and split. That piece hurtled towards me...
And then it faded, all faded, faded into darkness, faded out of memory, as I finally blacked out.
You are now TAYLOR HEBERT, HAREM PROTAGONIST.
Who do you see when you open your eyes again? No Panacea because it's been done, no Sophia because it's been done. No Endbringers or Scion. No Bonesaw or Dinah because they're too far underage. No Danny for the obvious reason. Any other character up to and including Contessa is fair game.
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- Location
- usa
-[X] Heroic Spirit Shirou Emiya
--[X] Sent to you by both Gaia and Alaya to train and guide you to fight a threat to both the World and Humanity, magical space whales and their conflict inducing STD's.
---[X] Under his tutelage, you will learn magecraft, fighting, cooking, and inadvertently seducing many women into your harem without realizing it.
--[X] Sent to you by both Gaia and Alaya to train and guide you to fight a threat to both the World and Humanity, magical space whales and their conflict inducing STD's.
---[X] Under his tutelage, you will learn magecraft, fighting, cooking, and inadvertently seducing many women into your harem without realizing it.
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- Location
- Los Angeles, CA
...apologies, let me rephrase. Who from Worm do you see when you wake up?
- Location
- Brazil
My first tough when seeing the title of this quest was WTF? My second tough was please, do continue.
theflyingbiscuit
"Titanic neechan"
[x] Jack slash
- Location
- usa
[X] Glaistig Uaine
- Location
- Red Blood on Golden Shield
[X] Miss Militia
[X] Glaistig Uaine
This is clearly a reasonable idea.
I hope the whole "it's been days" isn't actually true, cause that'd be silly.
This is clearly a reasonable idea.
I hope the whole "it's been days" isn't actually true, cause that'd be silly.
Word, brother. Ain't never been so moved by a rap 'bout eyes.
- Location
- Brazil
[X] Glaistig Uaine
I can already tell that this will be FUN!
I can already tell that this will be FUN!
[X] Lisa's amnesiac Echidna clone from the non canon interlude.
[X] The Chubster
The Chubster is angry! Who dares to imprison a young girl in such squallor! The Chubster will crush them beneath his mighty bulk!
The Chubster is angry! Who dares to imprison a young girl in such squallor! The Chubster will crush them beneath his mighty bulk!
[X] Glory girl
all the current votes don't sit well with me.
all the current votes don't sit well with me.
First Date 1.2
- Location
- Los Angeles, CA
When I regained consciousness, the first thing I heard was silence.
No people. No sounds of distant cars. No buzzing bugs.
I was laid out on a hard surface with my hands clasped over my chest like I was ready for an open-casket funeral. Before I thought, I'd inhaled through my nose... but there wasn't any horrible smell, not from the locker, not from me. My skin didn't feel like anything, not sticky or coated; someone had cleaned me.
I opened my eyes. Above me, dim shapes my eyes could barely make out, looked like the school's ceiling; the rectangular shapes of a fluorescent lighting fixture. Illuminated by the 10% light of twilight, or false dawn.
An unfamiliar girl's face leaned over mine. "Good waking to you, Princess," she said.
I opened my lips to say, what -
And a strange instinct prompted me to change my words at the last minute. "Greetings, fair one, and thank you," I whispered back at her. I'd expected my voice to be hoarse, broken from screaming, but it seemed fine. Had I... dreamed it, the locker, the dying? Was this still a dream? Was I dead? I didn't understand.
The unfamiliar girl clapped her hands together. "Courteous! A delight indeed. I am the Faerie Queen."
I could recognize a cape name when I heard one. Then... this was my rescuer? Someone with a Thinker ability, maybe, who'd known I was trapped in the locker? Was she with the Protectorate? "Are you with the knights of grey armor and greyer deeds?"
The unfamiliar girl shook her head.
...why had I put it that way? But the girl - Faerie? - had seemed to understand. There was something dreamlike about the logic, and yet my mind was firmly claiming that I was awake.
I sat up, impulsively running my hands through my hair, smoothing it to run to the back of my head and then down over my shoulders. Faerie's eyes tracked my hands, as they moved.
I could see now that Faerie was wearing a delicate white dress, almost ethereal. I wished suddenly that I had better clothing of my own; something suitable for a Renaissance Fair, maybe, to match her.
She's lonely. She's been lonely for a long time. Lonely, but suddenly... hopeful? As if she'd just received a message telling her that things might change? Somehow, her distant smile seemed to convey all that, as I gazed at her and focused my attention on her.
"You saved me," I said aloud. "I owe you a debt, Faerie Queen."
"Why, so you do." The girl stood, then offered me her own hand; I took it in my own, and managed to rise to my feet less awkwardly than I thought I should have. "How shall you repay me, I wonder?"
I, uh... there were undertones in that statement I didn't...
Quiet. Yes, that was right. I ought to be quiet now, and let her take the lead.
Faerie kept hold of my hand, and led me through the school corridors. A white path sprang up before our feet, strewn with flowers, but it faded as we passed.
Okay. Seriously. What.
[] Follow along with the dream, like your impulse tells you.
[] Figure out some way to politely ask what's going on.
No people. No sounds of distant cars. No buzzing bugs.
I was laid out on a hard surface with my hands clasped over my chest like I was ready for an open-casket funeral. Before I thought, I'd inhaled through my nose... but there wasn't any horrible smell, not from the locker, not from me. My skin didn't feel like anything, not sticky or coated; someone had cleaned me.
I opened my eyes. Above me, dim shapes my eyes could barely make out, looked like the school's ceiling; the rectangular shapes of a fluorescent lighting fixture. Illuminated by the 10% light of twilight, or false dawn.
An unfamiliar girl's face leaned over mine. "Good waking to you, Princess," she said.
I opened my lips to say, what -
And a strange instinct prompted me to change my words at the last minute. "Greetings, fair one, and thank you," I whispered back at her. I'd expected my voice to be hoarse, broken from screaming, but it seemed fine. Had I... dreamed it, the locker, the dying? Was this still a dream? Was I dead? I didn't understand.
The unfamiliar girl clapped her hands together. "Courteous! A delight indeed. I am the Faerie Queen."
I could recognize a cape name when I heard one. Then... this was my rescuer? Someone with a Thinker ability, maybe, who'd known I was trapped in the locker? Was she with the Protectorate? "Are you with the knights of grey armor and greyer deeds?"
The unfamiliar girl shook her head.
...why had I put it that way? But the girl - Faerie? - had seemed to understand. There was something dreamlike about the logic, and yet my mind was firmly claiming that I was awake.
I sat up, impulsively running my hands through my hair, smoothing it to run to the back of my head and then down over my shoulders. Faerie's eyes tracked my hands, as they moved.
I could see now that Faerie was wearing a delicate white dress, almost ethereal. I wished suddenly that I had better clothing of my own; something suitable for a Renaissance Fair, maybe, to match her.
She's lonely. She's been lonely for a long time. Lonely, but suddenly... hopeful? As if she'd just received a message telling her that things might change? Somehow, her distant smile seemed to convey all that, as I gazed at her and focused my attention on her.
"You saved me," I said aloud. "I owe you a debt, Faerie Queen."
"Why, so you do." The girl stood, then offered me her own hand; I took it in my own, and managed to rise to my feet less awkwardly than I thought I should have. "How shall you repay me, I wonder?"
I, uh... there were undertones in that statement I didn't...
Quiet. Yes, that was right. I ought to be quiet now, and let her take the lead.
Faerie kept hold of my hand, and led me through the school corridors. A white path sprang up before our feet, strewn with flowers, but it faded as we passed.
Okay. Seriously. What.
[] Follow along with the dream, like your impulse tells you.
[] Figure out some way to politely ask what's going on.
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- Location
- Brazil
[X] Follow along with the dream, like your, impulse tells you.
It seems that I was right, this ride will be epic (and hilarious) as hell.
It seems that I was right, this ride will be epic (and hilarious) as hell.
First Date 1.3
- Location
- Los Angeles, CA
(please, fair one, I am confused)
...I did not say. I understood, somehow, that this moment meant more to Faerie than that. That this was something of a long-awaited dream for her, that she'd been waiting for it longer than I had. I really didn't want to ruin it.
So we walked together like we were dancing, down the white path strewn with flowers, out of the school building and into the dawning light of Brockton Bay. We turned after we exited, heading on the path that led toward the water, the Docks or Boardwalk if she was heading there.
There were a few cars already on the streets, but I couldn't hear any engine sounds. We passed a couple of people on the sidewalks, and neither of them seemed to notice the girl in the white dress holding hands with the Winslow high school student.
Mover, Shaker, Brute and Breaker; Master, Tinker, Blaster, Thinker; Striker, Changer, Trump and Stranger. People failing to notice us was a Stranger effect. But Faerie had also found me in the locker. And possibly cleaned me up. And healed me. And made flowers appear around us as we walked.
If I wasn't missing a common denominator to all that, it made her Eidolon's sister. Or maybe more likely, this really was a kind of lucid dream, our own private world she controlled; a powerful Shaker or Stranger effect.
I stared at the face of a tired-looking salaryman walking toward us, as Faerie kept leading me hand-in-hand. Was the man looking through us, like we were invisible or not-there, or away from us, like he wasn't allowed to see?
The man looked... lonelier than Faerie had, more broken and less hopeful. There were faint stains on his striped, collared shirt that it would be a very bad idea to look at directly; the man knew the stains were there, he knew they were important, he'd just given up. Any girl who wanted him would find that their first job was convincing him that they were serious... wait, since when did I care about stains on a man's shirt?
"You want him, Princess?" Faerie spoke as we passed. Her voice was more sad than disapproving. "The first man on which you've laid your new eyes?"
"I didn't mean -" My lips moved without my thinking. "I didn't mean to take him, Faerie Queen, I was only looking."
Faerie laughed softly, under her breath.
A jolt of adrenaline poured through me, I felt my heart speed up. No, it wasn't that I'd made a misstep with Faerie.
I'd just realized that I now had some kind of power to read people. To pick up facts about them I shouldn't have known, just from seeing small hints. Reading Faerie's loneliness from her smile. The way I shouldn't look at the spots on that man's shirt. I'd triggered in that locker, I was a Thinker, I was a cape. And Faerie knew it, she'd seen my face and... she'd rescued me from a living nightmare, cleaned me up and healed me. I did owe her.
"Tell me, Princess," said Faerie. "Is a flower more beautiful for being seen by only one person?"
I had to answer that question immediately. An impulse warned me off saying yes; she'd think that I was smarming her, or lying. "A rose is no less beautiful for being seen by many," I found myself saying instead.
"Yes. That is the nature of the Princess. No more than I would limit myself to being queen of a single faerie, would she allow but a single soul in her court." Faerie turned, looked at me seriously. "It hardly seems fair. If the faerie who never lies speaks true, I will never have anyone but you, Princess."
I somehow had no trouble keeping quiet, as though commiserating with Faerie over an unfairness of the universe in which I'd had no part.
Even as my mind realized that this girl wanted to date me, and I'd just declared back to her my intention to engage in polyamory.
"But I am jumping too far ahead in our game," said Faerie. "So tell me, Princess, how shall we amuse ourselves today?"
You have no idea at this point that you're dealing with Glaistig Uaine, so you won't be taking down Lung on your first date (unless you can plausibly lead into that happening without Taylor having intended it).
What does your power suggest for a date with Faerie?
[] Write-in.
...I did not say. I understood, somehow, that this moment meant more to Faerie than that. That this was something of a long-awaited dream for her, that she'd been waiting for it longer than I had. I really didn't want to ruin it.
So we walked together like we were dancing, down the white path strewn with flowers, out of the school building and into the dawning light of Brockton Bay. We turned after we exited, heading on the path that led toward the water, the Docks or Boardwalk if she was heading there.
There were a few cars already on the streets, but I couldn't hear any engine sounds. We passed a couple of people on the sidewalks, and neither of them seemed to notice the girl in the white dress holding hands with the Winslow high school student.
Mover, Shaker, Brute and Breaker; Master, Tinker, Blaster, Thinker; Striker, Changer, Trump and Stranger. People failing to notice us was a Stranger effect. But Faerie had also found me in the locker. And possibly cleaned me up. And healed me. And made flowers appear around us as we walked.
If I wasn't missing a common denominator to all that, it made her Eidolon's sister. Or maybe more likely, this really was a kind of lucid dream, our own private world she controlled; a powerful Shaker or Stranger effect.
I stared at the face of a tired-looking salaryman walking toward us, as Faerie kept leading me hand-in-hand. Was the man looking through us, like we were invisible or not-there, or away from us, like he wasn't allowed to see?
The man looked... lonelier than Faerie had, more broken and less hopeful. There were faint stains on his striped, collared shirt that it would be a very bad idea to look at directly; the man knew the stains were there, he knew they were important, he'd just given up. Any girl who wanted him would find that their first job was convincing him that they were serious... wait, since when did I care about stains on a man's shirt?
"You want him, Princess?" Faerie spoke as we passed. Her voice was more sad than disapproving. "The first man on which you've laid your new eyes?"
"I didn't mean -" My lips moved without my thinking. "I didn't mean to take him, Faerie Queen, I was only looking."
Faerie laughed softly, under her breath.
A jolt of adrenaline poured through me, I felt my heart speed up. No, it wasn't that I'd made a misstep with Faerie.
I'd just realized that I now had some kind of power to read people. To pick up facts about them I shouldn't have known, just from seeing small hints. Reading Faerie's loneliness from her smile. The way I shouldn't look at the spots on that man's shirt. I'd triggered in that locker, I was a Thinker, I was a cape. And Faerie knew it, she'd seen my face and... she'd rescued me from a living nightmare, cleaned me up and healed me. I did owe her.
"Tell me, Princess," said Faerie. "Is a flower more beautiful for being seen by only one person?"
I had to answer that question immediately. An impulse warned me off saying yes; she'd think that I was smarming her, or lying. "A rose is no less beautiful for being seen by many," I found myself saying instead.
"Yes. That is the nature of the Princess. No more than I would limit myself to being queen of a single faerie, would she allow but a single soul in her court." Faerie turned, looked at me seriously. "It hardly seems fair. If the faerie who never lies speaks true, I will never have anyone but you, Princess."
I somehow had no trouble keeping quiet, as though commiserating with Faerie over an unfairness of the universe in which I'd had no part.
Even as my mind realized that this girl wanted to date me, and I'd just declared back to her my intention to engage in polyamory.
"But I am jumping too far ahead in our game," said Faerie. "So tell me, Princess, how shall we amuse ourselves today?"
You have no idea at this point that you're dealing with Glaistig Uaine, so you won't be taking down Lung on your first date (unless you can plausibly lead into that happening without Taylor having intended it).
What does your power suggest for a date with Faerie?
[] Write-in.
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