"Oh great..." someone groans.

You couldn't believe it when the first TF incidents happened. Everyone thought it was a hoax, but nope, it's here to stay. You'd think drugs that switch peoples' genders at the drop of a hat, or turn them into human-animal hybrids, the government would keep it top secret.

If only things were that simple. If only.

You're no fan of the feds, but you wished they'd have a monopoly over TF magic than the people who actually got ahold of it. Who did, you might ask?

It wasn't the government. It wasn't the corporations. It wasn't even the drug cartels.

It was the furries.

The goddamn *furries*.

You wish you were joking.

TF magic has been tainted by association. You've watched the YouTube videos. The cringe compilations. There's nothing weird about it, but thanks to them, it's not something anyone wants to touch with a ten-foot pole. Hell, you've even heard they might even pass a law that deems public transformation a form of indecent exposure!

But for some reason, the place you work at has made it mandatory for your particular end of the business.

Why? Why! Why!?! WHY!?!

So who are you?

> I don't like it either but rules are rules! (A middle manager)
> This shouldn't even be legal! (Reluctant employee)
> This could be interesting... (you're into this)

Note: I can't think of a name, or what the organization does or is, so let me know what you want to see in the replies. I'll be as open minded as I can (as long as it isn't anything inherently sexual!)

…

<span class="mu-s">And so, believer mine, it shall be done.

You agree to abscond from the realm of humanity, and find yourself among a world where only Pokémon reside. Such a world always exists in a precarious balance, somewhere between a dark dream of the future and a bright memento of the past skies… Its preservation is as such a very expensive thing. Why, there's simply no way you'll possibly survive the ordeal fully intact. I've observed countless of these transpositions, long before various deities came forth to try and better oversee them. Your human body and memories will typically satiate the travel fee, but even then, though you value order, your kind are bringers of calamity no matter what world you choose to reside.

Even knowing this, you still won't refuse…?

…

That's good, I sense no wavering in that soul of yours. Speaking of…

A soul absent of its memories can find new ones to nourish itself, but a body absent a soul…? Surely such an unprecedented <span class="mu-i">creature</span> would find itself maddened in an instant! That won't do either of us any good. Consider this your final task for the application process. I'm going to propose to you some scenarios, I want your full honesty in their answers. You wouldn't lie to me, would you? Another human feigning faith in the hopes a new body will bring them some semblance of power?

…

Should've known. Not ambitious enough for such treachery, no matter, ambition may come with time. But as for now, you're a lovely prospect! Tell me who you are, that I may transpose your soul into what you wish to be. Four questions should suffice, let me see now…

(Continued…)</span>

You are Drik. Two days ago, you were a dockhand in a riverside village with no name. Life was hard and painful, but somewhat fulfilling.

UNFORTUNATELY...

The Forces of Darkness demanded a tithe of men from your home. Since you don't have a wife or kids to account for, the mayor's thugs pressganged you and a handful of others first. Now, you have a TRACKING BRAND on your stomach, a SOLDIER'S COMMISSION that you can't read, and a spot on the frontlines of Dread Lord Angar Skullcrusher's army.

FORTUNATELY...

You stole a DAGGER from the docks and the mayor's thugs let you grab your HOOD from the dockhands' shared tent. Now, you can defend yourself from your enemies and the elements. You have one goal on your mind.

LOOTING!

If you can LOOT enough to gain 100 dread ducats, you can buy off your SOLDIER'S COMMISSION. The Forces of Darkness will disable your TRACKING BRAND and then you'll be a free man, once again. This is easier said than done.

You can't read. You have no combat skills. You are officially fodder for an invading army. On top of that, your commanding officer is a madman and there's no clear chain of supplies or strategic plan holding everything together.

You have your work cut out for you.

The world you've reincarnated yourself into was nearly perfect. The overdone and stale tropes gave you comfort. You know what to expect, and where to expect it from. That included the evil as much as it did the good.

Your dreams of having a harem of beautiful women that would pamper you and devote themselves to you entirely, mixed with your more recent desires to expand your wives and future children a nice place to live, was nearly torn to shreds.

Last week was almost enough to make the reality of this magical world set in: A force of nearly 1,000 bandits sought to invade your estate. You imagines this was the reason why many isekai protags liked going under the radar was soon shown to you, though in all fairness you hadn't been doing much to stand out. All you'd done was invade one of their smaller camps with a giant mech. Was such a response really needed? It seemed like cliches could be deadly.

But not for you.

Thanks to your leadership, the robotic clankers, the defensive preparations, your wives' fighting skills, and a giant laser, the bandit scum were repelled without much issue. With at least 400 dead in their ranks, the losses would keep them licking their wounds and give you some time to breathe.

Antagonists were a thing to be expected. Something that <span class="mu-i">you</span> expected. They existed to keep the story going and let the mc show off how cool he is, and maybe save another cute chick which would soon be added into his harem of doting women. What story would be complete without a few villains?

But on the other hand... It would be nice if everything got solved smoothly.

Anyway, the fact still remained: You needed to be prepared.

Three things were needed the most— money, energy, and an army.

Money was pretty much accounted for. You had a cotton farm and more than enough food items to sell. But if you really wanted to rake in those precious gold coins, there was a plan you'd been shaping together with Herta.

"As the Goddess of Artifice," She'd boast. "I'm without equal when it comes to creating things!" You were both seeking to smelt one of the rarest metals of the world.

Aluminum.

That flimsy stuff you used to take for granted in your last life was not yet mass produced. From your experience in Centria, it was bound to sell well. This was your golden goose, and you didn't intend to fumble it.

The size and scope of the project made it impossible to keep Ruby Rose from knowing about it. And once you told her of your plan, she was fully on board with it.

"Your genius is truly unparalleled, Master~" Her elegant contralto flattered you.

Chapter 2; Thirsting Gods

In the far future, we boldly go.

Gone are the times scarcity, gone are poverty, to be a man in these times is to be one of billions valued and cherished.

For over a century the Federation have united several species, several worlds, in the name of mutual respect, defense, and progress.

In ignorance and bliss these people had lived their lives, deaf to those who wish to consume them into their whole, deaf to those who wish for them to fall under their jackboot.

Soon, even the deaf shall hear the laughter of thirsting gods.

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You play as Argia Candente, a devout Knight who was about to complete her most important mission… only to suffer betrayal. And now you have to claw your way out of darkness.

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Welcome to the <span class="mu-s">fifth thread</span> of Argia Candente's astounding adventures, our scatterbrained, silver-haired (busty, as the players decided) Holy Knight-trainee with a penchant for daydreaming and plagued by self-doubt. And recently, betrayed by one of her closest friends.

Now laying at the bottom of an abandoned Temple, you suffer from a sprained ankle, breathing raggedly on the glassy floor, as the echoes of Willow’s steps fade in the darkness.

Over the course of the latest thread you braved the abandoned Temple of the Saint you are devout to, <span class="mu-s">Saint Bragia Lacresta</span>. This has left you and your friends drained, but closer than ever, as you and your companions — <span class="mu-s">Rubida dell’Obertengo</span>, <span class="mu-s">Soralisa da Zaribari</span> and <span class="mu-s">Willow Stark</span>, oh, and the Magus <span class="mu-s">Sandora Mirari</span> — managed to cast a powerful Sanction and incapacitate the rogue wizard you were sent to recover and imprison.

Completing this mission would have meant an expedite access to becoming a proper Knight, together with <span class="mu-s">everything you are fighting for:</span> allow your displaced family to settle in the Holy Land. But just as victory was at hand’s reach, one of your friends, Willow Stark, the young woman who secretly comes from another world, has betrayed you, killing the Asterite and stopping you from completing your mission.

She has done it for you, so she claims. <span class="mu-s">To save your soul.</span>

Willow has now left all of you in the darkness, disappearing who knows where. And all you can feel right now is the bite of regret in your stomach, the pain from your strained ankle and the hole in your chest from this sudden betrayal.

And this is the state you find yourself in: broken…

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As for a brief recap for new players… last time on <span class="mu-i">Silver Knight Quest</span>…

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Something very exciting was going on. Sure a fight between two cultivators isn't that uncommon nowadays, and it certainly isn't when an arrogant young master pushes their whipping boy a little too far while being closer to being their equal instead of their superior in all things. That wasn't what was exciting, though seeing that loud mouth called Barracuda get slammed face first into the floor of your recently constructed castle is quite cathartic, what's gotten your ears and tail perked up is what that whipping boy by the name of Heng has done. The sliver of natural primordial beast essence woven through his spiritual roots and rooted into his meridians, had somehow, through pure instinct or natural affinity, managed to perform without instruction, guidance or explanation a chimeric transformation. Something you didn't think could be done by anyone but a magical beast who stopped and meditated on their ability to take on a human form.

And while seeing the gentle eyed peasant boy go berserk and tear tufts of hair and claw the young master who had dared to try and tell you to send one of the students of your class on Beastial techniques away was a little entertaining, in the way that watching kittens bowl each other over and train to pounce by playing with eachother's tails was, it was that instinctive use of a fairly advance transformation technique performed by a novice of the Qi Condensation stage that had you so excited. But more than excited, you were curious, just how far Heng could go. While a beast attaining human form required certain insights and a deepening of intellect and comprehension, was the same true for Beasts?

Could a human even become a beast, even if they were overflowing with Primordial Beast Essence as high quality and refined as that which is produced within your own beast core.

Well, only one way to find out. You lift up a finger as Hai Xiannu whines and begs you to stop the very cat like fight between Heng and Suoyu, while her brother Hai Ma and her fellow pupils Xia Xiaofan and Kuángcháo gawk and watch in amazement, sometimes muttering about how the fight is going or some technique one of the two young men have just performed.

There is a ripple of bright, green the same hue as fresh spring growth or maybe Lian Luli's hair, ripples out from the tip of your finger as you connect your beast core and funnel a massive burst of the primordial beast essence churning within it through your meridians and release it from the palm of your hand and the ends of all five of your fingers.
Cont

You lean back in your seat, folding your arms defensively, you stare at the paper and one thought just keeps repeating itself over and over as you look at it.

This isn't right.

His choice of words.. 'the department can move on from this'. Not to mention that you aren't a fool, you know more than one officer has gotten overzealous and stepped past the bounds of a warrant or agreement. What's to stop them from using this to keep tabs on you? Is it paranoid to think this? Is it even paranoia? You frown and shake your head, you won't do this. Not blind at least. You lean forward and set your elbows on the paper, a clear sign.

"I'm not signing anything until you explain to me WHY I'm a person of interest in this? Hell, I'd like to know what THIS is."

Irons scowls and he sets his notebook down with a deliberate tenderness. He opens his hands and shrugs.

"Mark, be reasonable-"

"I am." You cut him off, suddenly but not harshly. "This isn't about an ambulance ride and a guy I offered a drink. Besides, this is all off the record isn't it?"

You punctuate your rhetorical with a pointed look to the recorder still standing tall on the edge of the table. Detective Irons glances at it himself and reaches out to pick it up. He takes it into his hands and his eyes lock on, you recognize the familiar absence of a man in memory, you take the moment to take a small breath and focus. You direct all your mental energy towards the detective, opening your neural paths like lifting the arm of a railroad crossing. A familiar rush starts to fade in only to be stopped. Hard. Your eye twitches, the inside of your head feels like a raging furnace, like a lasso of white hot pain was wrapped around your tumor ridden gray matter and pulled taut. You feel a surge of nausea. Your vision swims. All the while you struggle to keep a straight face, to not let the smoke from your hippocampus leak through your expression. You hear no words, no whispered secrets, or visions of his past. To your discomfort, your mind is silent and still as you cease concentration.

Detective Irons glances up, breaking from his own memory as he tucks the recorder in his jacket, his eyebrows shoot up and he nods.

"You're nose is bleeding, Officer." He says, sliding you a crumpled napkin.

"Thanks.." You mutter, still shaking off the fading psychic burn.

Irons stares at you for a few moments as you plug your leaking nose and eventually he sighs.

"You want me to level with you, DeLucia? I'd love to. But I can't unless you sign the form."

"There's got to be SOMETHING you can tell me. I just need a little more info."

Irons flips a few pages on his notebook, letting it rest on the table. He flips until he gets to a certain point.

You step into the sand-filled shoes of Courier 6 on the eve of the second battle of Hoover Dam. Your plan is to single-handedly kick the two powers out and create the society New Vegas deserved. This is a soft reboot of the same quest from 2021 that can be partially found on SupTG and moe.

Much like a first love, I could never get this quest out of my head and have committed to restart it. YOU DO NOT HAVE TO KNOW ABOUT OR HAVE PLAYED THE PREVIOUS ITERATION. God knows there’s not enough players on /qst/ as it is.

The Courier has 10 in all S.P.E.C.I.A.L. stats, as well as 100 in all skills. He also has access to all equipment and loot not exclusive to a faction quest. Companions will depend on player choices.