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[viannasthings]

SPOILERS FOR JIYAN’S STORY QUEST!! I THINK??

I can’t stop giggling at the team names 😭😭 and the team picture is so f***ing cute istg❤️

[kairunatic]

Arachne CQ

So finally get to read Arachne CQ yey

So we start with a Fasion model event hosted by a new school Ameyoko Fassion Accademy the student here are Arachne, Ame no uzume and Tuer shen

And from the school name itself it's where students who excel in Fassion and creative flare are here

Arachne is showcasing her latest clothes from the Summer river event and it's a huge success

Back at Shinjuku Academy Mr Mononobe(who came back from his long leave) was teaching and Mr Jinn came by looking for MC cause someone was looking for them(Which is Arachne)

[honourablejester]

Though for a D&D Character Quest/Bond:

D&D 5e specifically, because it’s about deep dragons again. It’s about that regional effect of their lairs:

“Preservation of Knowledge. Books, letters, and any other physical forms of writing within 6 miles of the dragon's lair become magically charged and can't be damaged by nonmagical means.”

Because I love the nightmare fungal librarian dragons, and there’s also … I feel there’s something deeply romantic about that? The preservation of letters. Letters. I had the thought before, what if a particular deep dragon just hoarded love letters, what an incredible historical find that would be, what a beautiful library, all these hopes and dreams preserved by a dragon’s power and choice.

And. How does the dragon get the letters? Who hears rumours of a monstrous fungal nightmare dragon in the deep places of the world, and hears rumours that this dragon prizes love, and goes out to try and find that dragon? And why?

So. She’s a dwarf. An inhabitant of the deep places herself. She’s an older dwarf. She’s a widow. Not … Not tragically, not in the D&D sense, not in the ‘orcs murdered my family’ sense. Just a normal widow, who lost her husband to normal causes. Maybe he was a miner, maybe he had a mining accident. Maybe he died crossing the street. Maybe he just got sick. It wasn’t a grand thing, a heroic thing, a thing of rage and vengeance. It was … it was small, and normal, and devastating. A hole was carved out of her life, and there was nothing notable about it. There was nothing to avenge. It just happened.

She’s a normal dwarf, a woman in sturdy boots with sensible gear and greying hair. She’s not an adventurer searching for glory, she’s not a wounded soul seeking purpose or vengeance. She’s a normal woman. But that does not mean she doesn’t have a quest.

In her pack is a small, very sturdy wooden chest, bound in strong metal, and guarded against fire and most particularly water. She will guard it with her life. She will throw herself atop it to guard it from harm. She will murder anyone who takes it from her. She will claw through gods and demons to get it back if it is lost to her. It is the single most important thing in her possession, and she will kill or die for it without question.

And sometimes, at night, by the campfire, she opens it. And it’s full of …

Letters. Densely packed, neatly and carefully folded, pressed from wall to wall. Dozens, maybe even hundreds of letters, the paper varying from maybe only a few years old to clearly much, much older. Worn, battered. Creased and stained by the loving, repeated touch of fingers. Some of them are so delicate that she cannot touch them any longer, cannot dare. So many letters. So many.

What are they? Why does she carry them? Why does she bring them here, through these tunnels of mud and blood and fire and danger? When they’re clearly so delicate, so precious?

They are … They’re a marriage. They’re a life.

They wrote each other letters, you see. Not just when he was gone, or she was gone, not just when they were apart. They wrote each other letters every day. Well. Maybe not quite every day, there were days here or there where it didn’t happen, but most … most days. It was a ritual. Every evening, warm or cold, war or peace. They would sit down, either end of the dining table, and they would write each other a letter. Every evening, she would leave his by the sideboard, and he would leave hers on the nightstand. Sometimes they’d speak. Sometimes they’d smile. Sometimes they’d fume and snarl and sleep back to back instead of warm inside each other’s arms. But they would write the letters. And the next day, he would tuck her letter inside his coat, and she would tuck his inside her pocket, and they’d carry them with them. At some point in the day, between work and troubles and friendship and duties, they’d read them. All the worries, joys, furies, petty reminders and soppy romances of the night before.

Not all of them survived, obviously. Not all of them are single letters, either. It’s a lot of paper to get through, a letter a day for the length of a dwarven marriage. Some of the parchments and papers in the box are not single letters, but two or three or four, worked onto the backs and the margins and the spare corners of previous letters. Some of them are old and blotched and barely legible. Many, so many, thousands of them, are long gone now. Lost or written over or worn to vanishing. But she has … enough. So many. The most … The most treasured of them. All the way back to the start.

And she’s going to find a dragon for them. Not in vengeance. Not because a dragon killed her husband or anything like that. She’s going to find a deep dragon. And she is going to bow, and she is going to beg, and she is going to offer whatever services that dragon might require, if it will consent to guard … to guard this. To guard her marriage. To guard her husband’s …

In her clan, the goal of every dwarf is create some form of a masterwork, a thing wrought by their hands and their labour and their devotion, that will speak their name long past their deaths, that will bear witness to their … to their efforts and their passion and their life and their soul. And her husband did make such a thing. He left works to be remembered by. But they’re not …

This, she says. Cradling the box in her hands. Us. This was his masterwork. Our masterwork. Nothing had more of his time, nothing had more work of his hands, nothing had more of his love and his devotion and his life. Nothing. These words are … they are all of his soul. They are everything he was. We spoke, wrote, of everything. Every grievance, every joy, every loving thought, every petty concern, every hope and fear and dream and meal we had and every consequence of it. This is his life, this is our life. That we built with our own hands, that we put every passion and joy and labour and longing into. This is him, more than any other thing might be him. And it is paper, it is fragile paper, and I don’t want it to be lost with him. To fade away, as paper fades. I want it to stand for him. To be his masterwork. For him to be known by it for … for however long …

I’m going to find a dragon. I will search all the deepest, darkest, most dangerous places of the world, I will stand before a great creature of dreams and nightmares who may kill me the moment it sees me, just for my trespass, and it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if it kills me. As long as it sees this. Reads this. And understands … understands the weight of it.

They protect writing. The deep dragons, the fungal dragons. They understand the … the value of it, the worth a thousand times more than gold. If I can just bring these to one of them. If I can just get it close enough. That. That will be my masterwork. That will be the thing wrought by my hands and my life. That this, this most precious thing, this treasure beyond measure, will go to where it will be safe, and will be remembered.

And if that means she, an oh-so-normal dwarven woman, no hero, no adventurer, possessed of no great or ruinous purpose, must nonetheless brave all that is dark and deep and dangerous of the world? Then so be it.

This, he, was her life. And it, he, is worth her life.

Always and forever.

… Yeah. But. Is there not something so romantic about the preservation … Deep dragons would preserve so much life. So much history. Not even in the grand sense, wars and kings and battles and dates, but just … love letters. Shopping lists. Customer complaints. So much life. And if you knew one existed, if you knew what they could do … what would you choose to give them? What would you want them to preserve?

So. A dwarven widow, in search of a dragon. Not in vengeance, but in memory. For the preservation of love.

[lupical-912]

*Also During His Quest*

Me: Bruh, they are not gonna make me feel sad for a robot crab

Me later, after learning about everything: BRUH THEY’RE MAKING ME SAD FOR A ROBOT CRAB

[dorokora]

Playing Furufumi’s character quest

We start with a little bit of lore about the Mononobe family and that their family symbol is the hexagram with the authority to know all and see the future. The Urabe family is a branch family of the Mononobe’s that was given this authority (so Furufumi and Mononobe are relatives?). Then one day the Mononobe family disappeared from history. The members of Urabe family are priest, fortune tellers, and even writers but even they don’t know why the Mononobe family disappeared.

Cut to the present, where Triton and Jinn are handing out papers asking students to think about what they want to do after graduation. MC thinks hard about what they want to do. Eventually meeting Furufumi outside. He said that since MC doesn’t have any memories from before Tokyo it will be difficult to decide what they want to do. We get a flashback to Shuten who also thought about his future but he said being the general of the mountains is enough. And like always Zao shows whenever someone says the M word.

Shuten ask Zao for advice and he starts giving mountain allegories like all of his sentences has the word mountain in it. After that flashback, Furufumi also doesn’t know what kind of advice to give MC, since he too doesn’t know what path he wants. He worries about what Tokyo will be like if a loop never happens. He suggest they look at previous loops in his library. The first memory they look into has Shiro telling MC he wants to get into the path of politic, even playing on attending college while working part time at Yoritomo’s office. After that they look into another past loop, this time seeing Mononobe during the Cait Sith event. But Furufumi is shocked that he can’t recognize the man’s face. Suddenly luchador mobs attack. Furufumi ask what they are here for. He makes a hypothesis that they are here to steal the memories of past loops to create a vessel for someone (Tez? So this quest takes place in between CH9 - CH10 in the main story?).

After the battle, they return to see what kind of career path MC decided on in previous loops and each of them say something different. In one loop, MC wanted to go into politics, another where they wanted to be a police officer, and even one where they wanted to be a professional Santa. It seem MC wanted tried many different things in various loops. After that Furufumi asked MC to look into their memories from past loops but don’t tell him what he saw. MC saw the same thing happening; Furufumi alone in the library with only Mononobe visiting him. After that, they go outside where Furufumi thanks MC for his time. He wonders what his future would be like if another loop doesn’t happen. He also notes that in previous loops him and MC meet less than any other person due to Furufumi staying at the library, he has to protect it that’s why he’s not on the front lines like the others. He thinks this loop (the final loop) might be his last chance to take the first step. But if MC needs him, he’ll come. MC suggest that they exchange contact info. Furufumi he’s not use to dealing with machines but he does it anyway. He wants to know more about ‘that person’ (Mononobe) and see the future with them.

[lazycatmeowsalot]

Xiangling: *exist and talks about food*

Me: What are you doing here?! Actually no, can you come home with me, Xiangling? I’m literally getting hungry from all this talk about food.

Also me: I’m sorry, Kaeya but I’m switching quest. I’m so disloyal to one story quest. I really can’t stay in one.

[jihekona]

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