/erp/ - Erotic Roleplay

Rolled 2, 6 = 8 (2d6)

>>189849

Sylvie yelps in surprise and tries to pull away from the bondage ensnaring her. "Hey what are- …. Oh, you! I almost forgot about you!" Recognizing the doll-like creature grabbing at her, she lets out an embarrassed laugh before trying once more to untangle her arm. "S-sorry, but I'd really love it if you let go now…. Pretty please?"

Escape: Normal/Indecency

Rolled 6 (1d6)

Indecency Check

Rolled 2, 6 = 8 (2d6)

>>189849

>>191340

Emilia has a second or two of triumph to enjoy. Being faster than weird flashy things and creepy sounds is a good thing in her book. It would've been really embarrassing if she just stood there like a dunce, staring.

Like now! But only for a second, honest. She hurries over to Sylvie when she sees something trying to grab her, and goes to do the same: she tries to physically haul Sylvie away from the animate bonds. Her trailing coins pop up and shoot downward, striking at the cables to try and give them room. "Okay, so maybe we should've seen this coming!"

Aid Sylvie's escape! Normal, Specialty

(Wasn't sure how to handle something like Aid Another, so, basic rollthings!)

Rolled 3 (1d6)

snowwoman exposure

Rolled 5, 2 = 7 (2d6)

>>192637

oh shit it's tuesday night

"Whew, thanks for the assist…" Sylvie nods to Emilia as she rubs her now sleeveless arm. Well, this wasn't so bad anyway, was it? Asymmetry is hip magical girl fashion after all…

Feeling the warm air on her exposed skin, Sylvie begins idly reaching lower, for that broken chastity belt, until she remembers the new girl's watching. "Er- sorry, I sorta forgot she was here…"

Drawing her bow, she gets ready to dispatch the living sex doll, but has second thoughts.

"Yknow what? Let's let the captain figure out what to do with you-"

Instead, the arrow fired out of her bow becomes a twisting silver wire, to wrap up Galatea.

"-and get you tied up for real in the meantime~"

Ensnare Galatea: Normal/Bow

Rolled 1, 2, 4 = 7 (3d6)

>>192637

Action then RP

Move east, destroy all wires (should be familiar with this room already): Normal, Soul Weaponry, Indecency

Rolled 5, 3, 1 = 9 (3d6)

>>193254

Reroll

Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>193254

Indecency check

>>192637

>>193254

>>193255

>>193256

Nia recklessly enters the room, within a flash slicing up as many of those wires as she can. She stops before Idol, a wire flicking at her but just barely avoiding taking a piece of her outfit. "Did you touch the instruments?" she asks, sighing. "In any case, doubt they'll be much of an issue now. To the south is a weird room full with a messed up floor, south of that is the way up but the map showed it locked. East and south should be unexplored. But let's not go all the way east. There's some weird stuff going on with the maids there I don't want to look into."

Action taking previously, RP until turn change

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>193241

>>192637

"Anytime!" Emilia replies brightly. "Looks like we're gonna need a little more than a needle and thread to fix that, though." Though it doesn't look too bad… asymmetry is like the modern stylistic answer to the old school's color-coded team uniforms! She glances at Sylvie's wandering hand, but quickly looks away and politely doesn't mention it. (…It'd draw attention to the fact that she noticed it in the first place.)

"Well, it's been a, um, busy… little while," she says, waggling fingers dismissively, "so you can't be expected to remember every little thing, right? And it looked like a person in distress! But now…!"

Emilia backs up and steps to the side, hands up. She tries to circle around the doll, looking to flank it to get a clear shot without Sylvie on top of it (or, more likely, vice versa). Her coin-swarm comes up – and Sylvie talks about disabling it. She frowns a little, halted in her alpha striking tracks. "Are you sure about this? Speaking purely in risk versus reward, it seems sort of…" Emilia sounds understandably cautious.

"Well, I've probably got something for this, I suppose. Let's see!" Caution doesn't stop her from reaching up to her hat, twisting a key and making a bunch of ticking sounds. The top pops open on a hidden hinge, and a colorful net gets lobbed in an arc from the interior, complete with weighted ends. It looks like it belongs more on a tokusatsu set than anywhere practical.

Ensnare Galatea, But Less Efficiently: Specialty (Hat Trick)

>>193241

>>193718

3d6 Galatea

>>193254

1d6 room hazard

Rolled 2, 6, 5, 1 = 14 (4d6)

>>193903

Rolled 2, 4 = 6 (2d6)

Oh, and Molesting strike

Sylvie

Emilia

>>193257

"Nope. Didn't even get that far." The last wriggling wires burn out to the hum of feedback, sliced into chunks of copper-coated rubber. With them gone it should be safe to grab the instrument… but with the catgirl here her chances of actually getting a hand on it might be even lower. The report is interesting, this whole area new territory to El after all. "Well, isn't looking into weird stuff kinda, ya know, what we're here for? Scouting it out might be just what we want." Fingers brush towards fur as Idol circles around her guest, curious about her trail and just uninhibited enough to try and touch it. "Or we can rest a bit if you need."

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>193965

Nia watches the wires eventually slow and cease to move. She's not sure why Idol would even go near one of those things, but maybe she knows something she doesn't. "It is, but unless you want to fight a few dozen maids huddled around something, I don't suggest going that way. Her poleaxe dematerializes, leaving her with just the scythe. "I wanted to ask Blue about this thing." she tells her, showing her the scythe. It's in much worse shape than it started in, but looks just as menacing. "Maybe I can restore it or something. Or even better, break the curse on it. It would be nice to return this thing to its rightful owner some day, but until then it's going to break unless I take care of it."

She watches Idol as she walks around, turning to face her, but her tail stays put long enough for her to feel its soft, yellow fur. It's warm to the touch, and definitely fur, not hair. Most of all, it's definitely real, attached beneath her skirt which has since raised, revealing a few white ruffles beneath. "Oh! Be careful touching that," she tells her, clearly shaking a tiny bit. "People do get curious about it, but it's a part of me, at least as long as my transformation stays active. I don't really think too much about how it works but I can feel your hand, among the other things it can do." She sighs, wondering about resting. "I'd like to, really. Especially after that last fight. Just I feel we need to move on."

She looks at Elly, then back to the East door. "I think I'll be alright. How about you?" She senses some corruption in the Idol's body, which worries her.

RP for now, but if turn comes before responses, Move East: Normal

Rolled 2, 3 = 5 (2d6)

>>193910

Emilia does her best to try and help pin down a tricky Doll, assuming that Sylvie has some kind of experience in doing this very thing. At first, it seems to be going okay, and then…

"Wh-what?!" Ticking Tycoon is a bit stunned that they got their cunning attempt at a non-lethal take-down got reversed so easily. She squirms. It doesn't help. "Next time we're sticking to the original- hey! Quit it!" She squirms more. She's more clothed than Sylvie, but the roaming tendrils do a more than adequate job of putting her in fanservice-laden poses while she tries to escape.

Fortunately, she has a cunning plan. "D-don't worry! I know! Hat!!" She jerks her head back, and it hops up off her head and back down with a 'ka-chunk' like a vending machine. The side opens up, and the jar of Dark Jelly tumbles out, lid open, to make a big mess all over the tendrils. She's hoping she can use it as a lubricant for escape… and hoping that all it does to her clothing is necessitate a visit to the magical dry cleaners.

Weaken/Escape The Grapple! Specialty (Hat Trick), Indecency

(And whatever else using suspicious jelly might do to my dice, among other things…?)

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>194983

Indecency!

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>194644

Eyes on the tail, watching those hair stand on end. Nia's additions must be quite sensitive. "I ah, probably could use the rest. I mean, I don't usually dress like this outside the house, so I guess something stuck with me when I came back. Not without something over it at least. Well there was a costume that one time but that was a bit of a special occasion. Anyway I think Slayer and Cleric still have their hands full with that other girl." which means I need a different audience. "We can take it a bit slow for now. Think I learned my lesson about taking other people's instruments."

The cursed blade does look a bit less impressive since Idol last got a look at it, worn and a bit dull. "I dunno. If those things are locked up, it's usually for a good reason. You've only had it for a short while, if someone could really tap into it? I wouldn't want to be in her way. Do you think she'd get mad if it broke?"

Chat and walk East: Normal

>>195211

Nia stops herself from shaking too much. She eyes Elly's outfit. In fact, she hadn't really bothered looking at all. She was too busy trying to make sure everyone was alright, never even noticed much of a costume change. Still, her eyes couldn't help but wander over her outfit. Definitely more revealing than the outfit she remembered. If anything, Nia's own outfit was less so, now wearing a much longer dress skirt than her usual.

"We really should take it slow. I just hope no one would need our assistance soon." She checks the communicator. It seems there's something in that room south of the safe room. Tapping her communicator, she asks. >>194983 "Hey, you need any help there or you good?"

While waiting for a response, she talks to Elly. "That thing you picked up. It belonged to that girl who attacked us. It's like the same as what I have. The power is really much more amplified, all contained there in the weapon, but manifested by the user as well." She picks up the scythe handle, the blade gleaming with a subtle, obsidian reflection, though it appears to be made of steel. "This is borrowed power. It belonged to someone else, someone possibly amazing, and it was taken from them." She summons a knife in her right hand, holding it in front of her and the Idol. Their reflections could be seen in the mirror-like blade. In a moment, the knife warps into poleaxe, the crescent blade just as reflective. She blinks, seeing her reflection "I wonder, if the scythe is like my own weapons, but taken away and forced to stay corporeal when away from its user… if someone were to take my weapons away, would they be just as strong in another's hands?" She imagines another timeline where someone is holding her poleaxe as its bound to their left hand, the scythe comfortable in their right. It's not something she wants to think about too much. "But that saber, its different in another way. Would you be able to do the same things that girl did with it? Not saying you can't, but I couldn't imagine that's all it takes. I can't help but wonder what someone else could do with this scythe if its power was unlocked the same way it appears that saber can be."

She catches herself thinking out loud a little too much. "Sorry, I tend to ramble on sometimes…"

Rolled 6, 4 = 10 (2d6)

>>193910

Sylvie gives a sharp shout, followed by a shuddering sigh as she's sucked into the wriggling mass by her arm, pressed up against the doll. She tries to pull herself away, but Galatea's tendrils snake into her ripped clothes even more with each tug.

Sylvie shuts her eyes and tries to pull away with more force, but each little caress against her skin tempts her more and more. Her legs tugged apart into a compromising position, making her tattooed, pantiless upskirt very visible to her new teammate, her body aches for a touch, anything to slip past that damnable chastity spell…

"Hhh- I really hope you've got something good in that hat…!"

Escape: Normal/Indecency

Rolled 2, 6, 5, 4 = 17 (4d6)

Snowwoman reverse exposure

>>195273

>>194983

Galatea, 3d6

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>197121

Corruption Check

Rolled 4, 6, 4 = 14 (3d6)

>>197121

Sylvie starts to pull free, but a tender stroke up her leg, along her back, across her hip keeps her from escaping completely. Those grabby tentacles know just how to hold her to keep her where they want.

Pulled in deeper into Galatea's embrace, thick, slippery tendrils snake up the inside of her thigh and brush over her mound and slit, the first bit of contact below the clit she's had since Charybdis put that damn chastity spell on her. Her eyes squeezed shut as she struggled, but as they flicker open, Galatea and Emilia both saw that hungry, needy longing…. She can't get away and she knows it.

As a long, thick tendril invades her inner channel, Sylvie lets out an unrestrained cry, trying and largely failing to set that long-denied pleasure aside and think of a way out of this.

"Mmnnh…~ Nhh~! Hhhohgod keep doing that…." she mumbled, not realizing she was using her outside voice.

God, she didn't want the others saving her ass again… But wait, this monster was a servant, wasn't she? And certainly less wily than Nyx by far. Maybe she could turn the tables…

Mustering her strength again, Sylvie pulls against the tentacles- not backing away, but moving forward. Clothing be damned, Sylvie fought her way towards the feminine core of the beast and tried to wriggle free a hand, hoping to give as good as she got.

Tame Monster: Athletic/Corruption/Indecency

Rolled 2 (1d6)

Corruption Check

Rolled 1, 1, 3 = 5 (3d6)

>>195234

>>198220

Emilia's cunning plan is stopped by facing something that can see and react to her doing weirdly overblown tricks. That's actually super troublesome for her. Her flimsy outfit tears further, adding a larger and more inappropriate cut-out for cleavage to the already forcibly-miniaturized skirt and still-cute stockings. She's hitting a point where just walking around is going to be mortifying, nevermind trying to fight like this!

She struggles and flails. The hat is remarkably solid and stuck on her head, so she uses that, smacking the doll with it and trying to dislodge the jelly. "Don't worry! I- I'll get us out of this!" the calls to Sylvie, furtively casting a glance in her direction –

"Um."

Okay. On the one hand, that's… that's kinda hot. In other circumstances, she might like to (very privately, very secretly) watch. On the other hand, that's happening within arm's reach, and is a likely prelude to what exactly she's in for if she doesn't get free. It gives her all the motivation she needs to become annoyingly squirmy and frustratingly uncooperative. She doesn't want to give it up to a monster doll!

>>195234

Also to be loud. She yells in the direction of her comm, "Yeah we could maybe use a haAAnnnd?!" One of the gripping tendrils got a little too close to inappropriate for comfort.

Grapple escape! Specialization, Tool, Indecency

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>198376

Nia is left wondering what these items could possibly be. If they were crafted this way, or if they were the remnants of girls long passed. She smiles to Elly, "Well, I can't fry things with lightning either. Your power is faster than I could possibly hope to travel, not without breaking something at least."

She looks around at the destruction she one caused. "Yes, I was here. It feels like ages ago I destroyed everything in this room." She hears the voices as well, then could tell something was coming from her communicator.

>>198230

trying something different

Roll 1d2 to see if Nia heard Tycoon: 1 Yes 2 No

Rolled 6, 5, 6 = 17 (3d6)

>>198419

>>198376

Nia looks at her communicator than back to Elly. "Oh god, hopefully not another one of those dark magical girls," she whispers, barely audibly. And so close to the safe room, what in the world? "Look south, I'm going to check on the others."

In the very moment she finished speaking, Nia practically disappears, just the image of her worried look fading as she rushed west and south to the source of the call. Upon entering the safe room, slowing down and passing right through, she motions to Snowwoman to follow south before speeding up again. Some tentacle doll thing? Always with tentacles around here it seems.

I assume free movement for open rooms.

Rush and cleave right down the middle: Normal, Cat-like Reflexes, Indecency

>>198420

Almost crit

Nia reappears right in front of Galatea and slams the blade of her poleaxe straight down and through.

>>198230

An inclusion of corruption (action die) is mandatory in the case of the dark jelly, as it's a concentrated form of corruption.

Also, I'm busy tomorrow, so I think I'll keep updating a day late until something lets it slide back into the usual schedule.

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>198446

Have a roll, then!

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>198450

Check Corruption

Rolled 5, 3, 4, 3 = 15 (4d6)

reverse exposure, snowwoman

>>198220

>>198230

>>198420

3d6, galatea

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>199373

Corruption Check

Rolled 2, 2 = 4 (2d6)

>>200458

Whoops, I should include which specialties I'm using

Remove the Tentacoat: Radiant Starlight/Indecency

Rolled 3, 3 = 6 (2d6)

>>200460

Reroll

Rolled 2, 6 = 8 (2d6)

>>200461

Reroll

Rolled 6 (1d6)

Indecency Check

Rolled 4 (1d6)

Enter the room, trailing some cord behind for an escape if needed: IPWS

>>199373

>>198420

>>198419

Her cat-eared companion vanishes before a farewell can leave her mouth. And a glance at the com shows that she's already reached the others! Well they should be in good hands now. She hopes.

The door opens to a veritable five-and-a-half minute hallway, walls not even waiting for her to look away before shifting about. Holding on to the door she takes an experimental step, one foot in, one foot out. If only those ropes stayed with her, she could tie it to something to pull herself out of the twisting chamber.

The oar picks that exact moment to remind her of its presence, a spectral coil squeezing a gasp out of her "I thought I dropped you." Apparently that old thing didn't want to release her yet. "Well, just hold on a little longer, okay?" Stepping fully in she leaves the borrowed artifact on the other side, gently closing the door , a shimmering line just barely visible. Could this thing even understand her? The once ever-present ghosts were being awful shy for some reason.

Rolled 6, 4, 5 = 15 (3d6)

>>200458

>>199373

With a strike, Nia seemingly cleaves the creature into two. Without is tentacles, she's sure it should be a quick fight. "Sorry, I heard something over the communicator and figured I could step in." She watches for a moment as Sylvie struggles with the coat, visibly shaking, though she's sure she has a good grip on it. Readying her poleaxe, she strikes, aiming to shatter the wood.

Finish off Galatea: Normal, Soul Weaponry, Indecency

Rolled 3, 2 = 5 (2d6)

>>199373

>>200458

>>200898

With the assistance of the jelly, aiding in both the slippery defilement of her outfit and her escape from the doll's clutches, Emilia tumbles to the floor, rolls, and takes a knee in what is almost certainly a lucky break rather than a clutch acrobatic maneuver. She's… gooey. Dripping with it on exposed skin. It makes her cleavage and her thighs glisten particularly attractively.

She feels very warm all of a sudden. It's kind of a weird warmth. Her heart flutters, and her whole body feels gross, but in a way that reminds her of a good workout or something. She looks up at Nia gratefully, and then at Sylvie…

…

…and doesn't really look away quite as fast as she did before. She peeks out of the corner of her widened eyes. "I'll, um, one second!" Her discomfort at being self-slimed momentarily put aside, Emilia fishes out a clean quarter, tosses it into the air, and starts battering at the tentacle coat, the multiplied coinage attacking from angles picked to avoid hitting Sylvie. She's got a look of concentration on her face the whole time, staring right at her.

That's weirdly hot, she thinks momentarily. But now's really not the time –!

Help Attack the Coat! Normal, Specialty

Rolled 6, 5, 4, 5 = 20 (4d6)

Reverse exposure snowwoman

1d6

>>200458

>>200928

1d6

>>200898

2d6