#9) Random Highschool DxD plot bunny attack~!
Your story begins as any other would, standing before a park's fountain facing your beloved girlfriend. The sunset in the distant sky casts an orange glow on your sweetheart's pale, perfect skin. You look her deeply in her eyes as the two of you are about to part after a day filled with romance and excitement. She opens her lushed lips to say something to you.
"Ise, there is something I want to do to celebrate our first date. Will you listen to my wish?"
Saying this with a devilishly charming blush growing on her face, she smiles a seductively at you. Time seems to slow down in that instant. The cool spring breeze dwindled out. The sound of the water fountain dulled. As if the only thing in this world right now is the two of you, everything seems to wait for you to answer. She leans in, expectantly anticipating your answer as well as slow, abated breaths.
[Yeah, this set up feels really weird already. I'm going to roll for a surprise attack.]
Wait, what?
[Sixteen, does that hit her?]
Why would you even try hitting her?! She's your girlfriend!
[Yeah, but this feels like a set up for a backstab or something.]
Okay, backtrack for a moment. I think you're getting your backstory wrong. You, a high school boy, just finished your first date with a girl way out of your league. You really enjoyed that date and you think the girl did too. Now, you're finding yourself romantically standing in the middle of a park with no one around. She asks you to do her a favor and you want to surprise attack her?
[Yeah, I mean, this is obviously a set up of some kind. Half of the things you said just now are red-flag material.]
{I agree with him, this is the beginning of a serial killer cliche. I'm gonna roll for initiative too if he attacks.}
Your character is not supposed to be in this scene right now. In fact, you're supposed to be standing guard on the other side of the park.
{What another side? You said that these two are in the middle of the park. We're like, a lot less than a hundred meter within each other's reach. I'm pretty my character can react if fighting starts.}
Why does fighting even need to start? Look, your girlfriend is just asking you a favor. You and the character you're playing as are not supposed to be suspicious of this whole situation at all. You're a regular teen who just finished a date with a hot girl.
[Feels kinda railroady if you asked me.]
Do you really want to sandbox this world already? Fresh off the campaign?
{DM makes a good point. Back it up, Mike Tyson.}
[Fine. I ask my girlfriend for what she wants. I'm keeping that sixteen attack roll though.]
Hearing that you're willing to listen to her request, your girlfriend's smile seems to glow a bit brighter. She takes a small step back from you and lightly bounce on her heels. She giggles faintly as if remembering an inside joke before she meets gaze with you. Slowly, lowly, seductively, she makes her request.
"Will you die for me?"
[Called it!]
A pair of black wings appears from her back. Flapping once and powerfully, your girlfriend is lifted off her feet to float in the air. Black feathers drift into the wind after the beat of her wings. She languidly looks down to you from her new position, still sweetly smiling.
A beam of light appears in her hand. For a moment, you catch a glimpse of it and make it out to be some sort of spear. Her hand blurs a moment before your mind blanks out.
When you come to, merely a second later, you find yourself laying on the ground. A hear and feel a low vibration somewhere nearby; eerily nearby. Your sight shifts a minuscule amount and you find out where it is that the sound is coming from. The spear that was previously sighted in the hand of your girlfriend is now lodged deeply in your torso.
[What the hell, she got the surprise attack?!]
{Shush, take it like a man.}
Pain makes itself known while you spasm on the ground. Your body locks up in agony as you feel your lifeblood ooze out from the gaping hole in your body. Your vision muddies but your ears perk when you hear footsteps coming to you. Through your dim view, you see your girlfriend standing in front of you.
"I'm sorry, Ise. You were a threat to us, so we decided that it's better to get rid of you early. If you want to hold a grudge, then hate God for putting a Sacred Gear inside you."
Through the haze of pain and agony, you hear these words with a strange clarity. After she says this, your girlfriend turns and leaves you. She does not give a second glance even as you croak your last breath. As you start feeling faint, you begin to realize that you're dying. You begin to mourn the thought. You, Hyoudou Issei, are dying after having accomplished nothing noteworthy in the seventeen years of your existence.
With that as your last thought, your mind gives up and you blackout; falling into the deep pits of unconsciousness.
[Well that was fast. Do I have to reroll for my character now?]
{I think I can revive you with this senjutsu thing I have in my skills list.}
Neither, actually.
Just as you collapse, a piece of paper float out from your jacket's pocket and lands in front of you. It lays in the growing puddle of your blood, slowly unfolding as it soaks in the crimson liquid. Once fully opened, a glowing red magic circle appear. A girl slowly materializes within the circle as if she was summoned by magic.
[So what? It's not magic?]
{Five dollar says it's jutsus}
The girl steps out from the magic circle and spots you laying next to her feet, bleeding out the rest of your life. She squats down to reach out and brush your hair aside. A glint of recognition sparks in her green eyes.
"So you were the one who called for me. It looks like you're dying. Your wound... oh my, looks like something interesting has happened to you."
Using the same hand that brushed aside your hair, she gently caresses your cheek. You unconsciously nudge the slightest bit towards her touch when you feel the warmth of her hand. Her eyes crinkle and she smiles.
[Five minutes into this campaign and I've found myself a serial killer girlfriend and whatever this is. You need to DM some better females]
{I can guarantee that I'm normal IF I ever show up.}
She pulls back her hand from your cold cheek. Standing up, she sweeps the folds out of her clothing and then holds out her hands as if she's clutching on to something. An ornate box materializes in her hold. From it, she takes out eight little chess pieces; the pawn pieces.
"Since you are losing your life anyway, why don't you give it to me? From now on, you will live for me."
Saying so, she lets the eight pawn pieces fall on your still corpse and instead of bouncing off your body, the chess pieces sink into it. One after another, as if they were being dropped into a pool of water, the pawn pieces plunge into your body, until none remains in the girl's hand.
{I forgot the first time, but I use sense magic to try and perceive this magic thing going on.}
No need, the girl calls for you to come out of hiding and come to her side.
{Alright, I do that then.}
"Koneko, would you be kind enough to help our newest family member get home?"
Without turning around to see you quietly approach her, the girl quietly asks this.
{I go up to him and kick his body to see if I can wake him up.}
...Why?
{This senjutsu thing says that it can heal people for a 2d6 with contact. I clearly don't know this guy but he's my family, soooooo, I begrudgingly use my healing powers on him. I rolled a nat 20 on that, by the way.}
You didn't read your character sheet at all, did you?
{I skimmed it.}
Then you should know that you don't like using senjutsu.
{I know that. My FAMILY is dying on the ground here though, so I'm sure my character is willing to be lenient.}
[That reminds me, am I still bleeding on the ground? Not that it matters since you didn't tell me the damage I took but I'm taking bleeding damage, right?]
"Our newest family member must be tired from having been revived, I'm sure that he'd enjoy sleeping in his own bed rather than the hard ground."
Turning around, the girl looks affectionately at you with narrowed eyes. She sees you staring curiously at the body and shoos you off to do her biddings. You feel compelled to do so; REALLY compelled.
[You know that rail-roady feeling I got earlier? It's back.]
{I begrudgingly sling his body over my shoulder and carry him away, while NOT using my senjutsu.}
Good.
Challenges to put in the story!
*Issei's dnd player is a bloodthirsty maniac who's willing to bare fist at a moment's notice.
*Koneko's player likes to mess around with her character's archetype.
*The stpry stays cannon as best as possible.