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Chimera: A fire-breathing she-monster in Greek mythology having a lion's head, a goat's body, and a serpent's tail/ an imaginary monster compounded of incongruous parts. While the former is a powerful beast, worthy of being immortalized in legend, you're unfortunately just the latter. You're a pitiable beast, clocking in at about the size of a rat, and made from nothing more than scraps of the lowest vermin. Certainly a far-cry from the titular beast of myth, or even the myriad of lesser, lowercase chimeras that populate the world. You sleep within your cage, covered by a scrap of cloth, ignorant to the world around you...

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The Mageling stood before his desk, a proud smile etched onto his youthful face. The Great Hall of the Academy was bustling with activity today, as parents and teachers wandered about, their robes swishing majestically behind them. His Teacher stopped before the desk, looking over the sketches and pieces of parchment that were pinned up behind a cage.

"What have you got there, boy?"

With a flourish, the boy whipped the cloth off, to reveal his project.

Select your 3 components: (You're limited to the size of a rat, so nothing bigger than that)
>A mundane, small creature
>Another creature, from a different type of animal (Mammals, birds, etc)
>A tiny, inconsequential magical animal

>Randomize
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>>5266817
To clarify, the first vote is for one of each. For example:
>Garden Snake
>Crab
>Salamander

or something
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>>5266817
> a pigeon
> a rat
>and... i dont know
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>>5266817
>Scolopendra heros
>purple martin
>almiraj
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>A magpie
>an angler fish
>and Thing from the Addams Family
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>>5266817
>European Cat Snake
>Chameleon
>Cat
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>>5266817
>Trout
>Pigeon
>Ningen (cryptid) (...Let's just say it was a baby one for the sake of the size limitation)
FISH FACE ON LEEEEEGS
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Oh damn, lots of unique votes. If it's tied after a certain point, I'll roll a dice. Any options that are empty/invalid will be taken from another set of votes, with a dice roll too.
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>>5266858
Weirdly, I've seen multiple rule 34s of Kim Possible and Kaa, but no cataconda ones.
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>>5266817
>Rabbit
>Smoll lizard
>Ant
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Roll 3d6

1- pigeon 1- rat 1- Salamander
2- Scolopendra heros 2-purple martin 2- almiraj
3-magpie 3-angler fish 3-Thing from the Addams Family
4-European Cat Snake 4-Chameleon 4-Cat
5-Trout 5- Pigeon 5-Ningen
6-Rabbit 6-Smoll lizard 6-Ant
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>>5266895

Oh, interesting. Yeah that would be a real chimera of everyone’s votes. Will do it in this way upon a tie.
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>>5266895
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>>5266904
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>>5266904
>>5266905

The dice goes into the Options field. Also, that poster isn't me, not the time for any rolls yet.
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Rolled 3, 5 = 8 (2d6)

First dice (D6): Pigeon, Scolopendra, Magpie, European Cat Snake, Trout, Rabbit
Second dice (D6): Rat, Purple Martin, Anglerfish, Chameleon, Pigeon, Small Lizard
Third dice (D4): Salamander, Almiraj, Crawling Claw, Ningen Spawn

In the hilarious event that pigeon is rolled twice, it'll be a double-pigeon.
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Rolled 2 (1d4)

>>5266948
Magpie and Pigeon. Now the magical beast:
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>>5266950
((Pic unrelated))

The influx of light caused the Chimera to twitch in displeasure. Within the cage sat a strange beast, clearly not of natural make. Two large spikes protruded from its face. Upon further inspection, the lower one turned out to be a black beak, while the upper one was a coiled horn. From the neck down, it had strange shoulderblades, with the musculature of a mammal, yet covered in black feathers. Three wings sat atop its back, with the middle one folding and unfolding uselessly.

Its front legs were birdlike, ending in little talons that were too weak to do much more than grip branches and food. Its hind legs, however, were mammalian, with the powerful leaping ability of a rabbit. All in all, it was a bizarre mixture of traits. Black, grey, and brown all came together, to form a chimera made from three completely unassuming creatures.

"Coo~ Coo~"

Current body:
>Magpie
>Pigeon
>Almiraj

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"I see. Biomancy... Transmutation... And is that a... Ah, Magical beast husbandry. Excellent application of the various schools, my boy."

A floating quill scrawled on his outstretched scroll, as the professor spoke. You barely registered this, however, too busy trying to adjust to the blinding light of the hall. The sounds of chattering and distant explosions were disorienting enough when you were in the cage, but now that light was streaming in, your little eyes started to hurt even more. Your creator's smile soon faded, however, as the man continued.

"Now... What are the practical applications?"

"The... The what?"

"Practical applications, boy! Thompson over there is transmuting tin to pewter- useless by itself, but a new process, and alchemy is always in demand. Salena has written a theory on how darkness and light magic are one and the same. Your task was to present any sort of useful new development. Don't tell me you simply slapped this beast together for the sake of a presentation!"

"No! I- Well... I just... I thought..."

He trailed off, and the silence told the professor all he needed to know. He tutted disapprovingly, and the magic quill quickly scrawled an X on the parchment.

"Have you learnt nothing from your lessons, boy? We're teaching the next generation of innovators and archmages. Not hedge mages who play with magic like toys. Fine execution, do not misunderstand me, but unless you can explain your rationale by the end of the day, I'll be deducting points. A hefty amount!"

As the man walked off, your creator sulked and threw the cloth back over your cage, sparing you from the blinding werelights of the Great Hall. Peace once more...
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You awoke to the sound of a door slamming. Leaping up from your nest of straw, you peered up at your creator. His eyes were red with tears, and he clutched a crumpled sheet of paper. With a flick of his wand, he ignited the fireplace in his chambers, quickly filling the room with a toasty, comfortable atmosphere. His demeanour, however, was anything but. The youth snatched up the thick book that lay on his desk, pulling out bookmarks and tossing his copied notes into the fire. For a moment, he seemed like he was about to fling the tome itself into the flames, but thought better of it.

He then turned around to face you. He paced before your cage for a moment, deep in thought and tugging at his brown hair. With a choked sob, he unlatched the metal bars and lifted you up. He held you up to his face, allowing you to get a good look at the torn, scrunched-up expression on his face. You turned your head to the side and preened your feathers, as your floppy ears fell onto his hands. Step by step, he moved towards the fireplace. His notes and research were already reduced to smouldering cinders, and his steps were uneven. His heart beat within his chest, and only then could you realise that something was wrong. The flickering flames were coming closer and closer, and he was tensing up. He wouldn't! No, he couldn't be about to...

You began to squirm in his grip, just to make your discomfort known. But he simply tightened his grip, now mere feet away from the fireplace. The warning bells rang in your mind, and you knew then you were in danger.

What will you do?
>Attempt to escape! Flee! Run far from this human, and make your way our. You'll no longer remain in your cage.
>Attack! This human is trying to kill you! He seeks to cast you into flames. Fight back, and harm him as best as you can to secure your safety.
>Stay still. This is your master. He's been taking care of you this whole time. Put your faith in him.
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>>5266957
Current body:
>Magpie

>>Attempt to escape! Flee! Run far from this human, and make your way our. You'll no longer remain in your cage.
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>>5266957
>Attempt to escape
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>>5266957
>Attack! This human is trying to kill you! He seeks to cast you into flames. Fight back, and harm him as best as you can to secure your safety.

Good luck surviving an almiraj horn in the face retard.
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>>5266957
>Attempt to escape! Flee! Run far from this human, and make your way our. You'll no longer remain in your cage.
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>>5266957
Worse we can do is scratch him, there is no way we win a fight with this big of a difference between our weight classes. Jab him with our horn so we get dropped then get the fuck out of there.

>Attempt to escape! Flee! Run far from this human, and make your way our. You'll no longer remain in your cage
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>>5267008
>>5267011
>>5267021
>>5267066

>Attempt to escape! Flee! Run far from this human, and make your way our. You'll no longer remain in your cage

A sudden beating of your wings startles the boy into dropping you. He yelps, not wanting to get pricked or pecked by your sharp bits. A greater man would not be so averse to pain. But he's just a lad- an aspiring mage who's led a cushy life. And so, he relinquishes his grip at the first sign of danger. You take advantage of his distraction and begin flapping around the room, cawing loudly in protest. He ducks and covers his head, fearful of your struggling form. You slam into a painting, and then into the back of a chair, before managing to make your way out through the open window. He peeks his head out and shouts for you to come back, but it's too late. You've escaped into the afternoon light.

The Academy Grounds stretch out before you, and as you soar, you take a look at your options. To the East, where the window was facing, there's a rough circle of strange terrain. The ground is covered in squarish stone protrusions, with a large one right in the centre. It looks like the castle tower that you've just emerged from, actually. Curiosity is the only thing that really drives you towards it.

To the South, there's a forest. You feel your animal instincts being called towards it. You'll no longer be confined within the cage, and you ought to be free as any beast is! There, you ought to be able to reconnect with nature. Instincts tell you that this is where you'll fit in the most.

And finally, you could loop around. The Academy Grounds are familiar. Though your former master would share it with you, you at least know a little bit of this area. You've seen and smelt it from within your cage. Familiarity and complacency draw you towards the ground, and you consider landing out of sight and staying.

You're heavier than a bird, and your wings grow tired now. Where will you land?
>The Forest
>The City
>The Academy

((Pic not exactly how The Chimera looks, but the head and ears are close. Minus the horns of course.))
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>>5267202
>The Forest
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>>5267202
>The Forest
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>>5267202
>The Academy
Lets torment the students and teachers
We will be the greatest inconvenience in the history of the magic academy.
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>>5267202
>The City
I want a new human.
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>>5267288
Supporting, lets see if we can find someone cooler
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>The Academy.

Least dangerous area, and also the place with the best potential gains. We might be able to steal a potion or something.
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>>5267202
The Adcademy

Lets join the many crimes against god that litter the grounds.
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>>5267259
>>5267375
>>5267946

Locking in Academy
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>>5268124
I say we should it make a habit to poo on our creator's shoulder, at least once a week
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>>5268155
atleast stealing random stuff
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You flap your three wings vigorously. The magpie wing is useless, but your muscles force you to move it while in flight. Your pigeon wings, however, are far more reliable. You loop around the tower and return to the academy grounds. A courtyard lies before you, with several students practicing hydromancy on a little fountain in the centre. They're completely occupied, and haven't noticed you. Growing tired, you land beneath the lip of a rooftop, immediately eliciting a frenzy of cooing from beside you.

Between the eaves of the roof are several pigeons, tensing up and getting ready to fly. They look at you quizzically, unsure of what to make of it. You're simultaneously a pigeon, magpie, and Almiraj, and are no longer completely welcome among any one component of your own kind. A strange sensation overcomes you, and your beady eyes begin rolling about within their sockets.

Kill. Eat.

The magic speaks to you. These creatures are the building blocks of your body. If you eat them, it'll grant you greater strength and improve the stability of your form. And yet... You still feel kinship towards them, for you were once a pigeon too.

>Attack the pigeons
>Try to fit in with them
>Investigate the students instead
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>>5268245
>Investigate the students instead
I'm a creeeeeep

I'm a weeeirdoooooo
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>>5268245
>Attack the pigeons
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>>5268245
>>Investigate the students instead
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>>5268245
>attack the pigeons
It's feeding time
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>>5268245

>Attack the pigeons
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>>5268352
>>5268414
>>5268426

Writan
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No, these aren't friends anymore. You can't quite see them as fellow pigeons. After all, you're no mere animal. You're a Chimera. Magic ties you together, keeping the incongruent parts of your body together and granting you power. These aren't companions. You have none. No, these are... Mere biomass.

You lunge forward, aiming to peck at the nearest pigeon. The others recognize the act of aggression and flutter off, leaving a cloud of feathers behind. Your beak isn't short enough to jab your target before it can fly off, and you expect it to get away. But luckily for you, your horn manages to impale it through the throat. It struggles and flaps, nearly throwing you both off the rooftop, but your hind legs give you far more muscular strength than a pigeon can muster. You slide it off your horn and clamber onto the tiles to eat.

Delicious.

The courtyard has gone silent though. As you rip slivers of flesh off, you notice the two students have been pulled from their work by the sudden flurry of activity. One of them is shielding his eyes from the sun while trying to get a glimpse of the rooftop.

>Keep eating without a care. You've earned a meal, and it's not like these kids can reach you. You have flight!
>Flee. You don't want to be caught or spotted at all, so staying under the radar is best.
>Hey, the fuck are these mouth-breathers staring at? Go peck the shit out of them.
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>>5268478
Crap, I keep forgetting to attach my name back.
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>>5268478
>>Keep eating without a care. You've earned a meal, and it's not like these kids can reach you. You have flight!
We will seranade them later, at the middle of the nigth, with horrible sounds.
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>>5268478
>Flee. You don't want to be caught or spotted at all, so staying under the radar is best.
They're mages. They may zap us.
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>>5268478
>Keep eating without a care. You've earned a meal, and it's not like these kids can reach you. You have flight!
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>>5268478
>Flee. You don't want to be caught or spotted at all, so staying under the radar is best.
Is this gonna be yet another quest where we just eat things and grow stronger for an entire thread and then the QM flakes because there's no plot other than just eating? I'd honestly just be a retardedly small and weak chimera for the whole quest desu.
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>>5268552
Possibly. But that's exactly why I'm giving the option to be a retarded little menace and go around shitting on magicians and their dumb little robes.
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>>5268569
Yeah that sounds awesome. I would literally just like to RP as a pigeon ruining enchantments and concoctions by taking shits in them, in the name of vengeance.
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>>5268478
okay, I will change my vote >>5268499 to "flee" so OP can write.
but we must throw the dead pigeon at the kids.
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>>5268478
>>5268552
Resonable concern but bit if nothing else I want this first meal. Let the maglings watch.
>keep eating
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>>5268478
>Flee. You don't want to be caught or spotted at all, so staying under the radar is best.
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These mooks are staring at you! The only human you've interacted with for long tried to throw you into a fire. It stands to reason that humans, in general, have a habit of throwing things into fire. You want no part of this, so you abandon the body and half flutter, half hop up the roof. You're quickly out of sight of the two, and your meal is left behind. It's a real shame, but there's still plenty more in this academy to explore. You pick up on the scent of food from the East. It's some sort of delicious aroma that a human would describe as 'buttery'. It's the first thing that catches your attention, so you flutter towards it without further thought.

The tower that it's coming from is a bit closer to the ground. You zero in on the aroma, discovering the source sitting by a windowsill. It's some kind of strange disc, with steam wafting off it. You pace about by the stone platform, sniffing the strange concoction. It certainly smells edible, so you obey your animal instincts and peck at it...

As your beak pierces through the crust, you're treated to a sweet, gooey interior. You squawk in pleasure as the flavour of redcurrant fills your mouth. While a bird wouldn't be able to taste, you're blessed with the ability to due to your Almiraj third. You throw yourself into a frenzy, devouring chunks of the pie and stepping all over it to get at the red bits. Even the outer crust is delicious. When you're done, you're almost too full to fly. You hear the vague sound of clanging from the other end of the window, and smell even more delectable delights within the kitchen.

>Leave a 'present' by the window and start playing with the remnants of the meal before you go. Make a big fucking mess.
>Fly off in search of something else. You've had a meal, and this doesn't interest you enough. (Write-In what you'd like to try and find)
>Go deeper in, perhaps there's more where this came from!
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>>5269472
>Go deeper in, perhaps there's more where this came from!
>Leave a 'present' by the window and make a mess en route, though
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>>5269472
try and fly of with the whole dish
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>>5269472
>>>Leave a 'present' by the window and start playing with the remnants of the meal before you go. Make a big fucking mess.
>>Fly off in search of something else.
A hideout.
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>>5269517
+1

Find somewere close to where meals are eaten. Èasy to scrounge for food if we don't feel bloodthirsty. Maybe even start scooping food of the plates while they are eating.
As a 2/3rds brid creature it's easy to want it to be high up but a burrow could be cool too.
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>>5269517
+1
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>>5269472
>>Leave a 'present' by the window and start playing with the remnants of the meal before you go. Make a big fucking mess.
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You stuff a few more bits in your mouth, until you can't stand to eat anymore. After eating, you feel like you need to let loose. And so, you unload right onto the remnants of the pie, permanently ruining it and making sure that it's unsalvageable for anything but the most desperate of urchins. As your back half is that of an Almiraj, you feel a certain urge to recycle what you've just made. Fortunately, you're too full to do that, and your two bird thirds are telling you very firmly to NOT eat your own dookie. You knock the tray of leftovers and waste onto the other end of the windowsill, leave disgusting footprints and crumbs over the rough stone, and then fly off to enjoy the rest of the afternoon.

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Millet sat on his bed, his head buried in his hands. His two companions flipped through the tome, their eyes growing wide as they processed the writings within. Thompson turned towards him, with a questioning, accusatory look.

"This is what you used? Did you even fully read it?"

He shook his head, shame creeping over his face and dyeing it a brilliant scarlet. He hadn't. All he had laser-focused on was the process of grafting the three creatures together, and none of the other specifics of the spell. Salena was a little more gentle with her admonition, but her words held no less impact.

"Millet... The Dean will have your head if he finds out you took this without permission. You know that-"

"Only the Third-Years can borrow these books, I know..."

Thompson lifted the heavy tome, nearly dropping it on his own foot in the process. He stormed over to his friend's bedside and thrust a finger between the pages, motioning to the intricately-inked ritual circle in the centrefold.

"I've never seen this book in Father's Library before. Not even in the restricted section. And you've gone and whipped up magic from it, without truly understanding what it did. Ridiculous!"

The boy paced back and forth, running a hand through his shaggy mess of brown hair. The sunlight streaked through the windows, casting a ray of light across his features and illuminating the splash of freckles. It would be a perfect day to go hang around outside, if they weren't cooped up inside helping their buddy resolve his problem. Salena spoke next.

"... And you lost it. I know you didn't want to euthanize it, but you could have asked us for help. We could have thought of, I don't know... Something. Anything else."

"Look, I don't want to talk about what-ifs! We just need to catch it before the Dean catches wind. So I don't get expelled."

Thompson shook his head and motioned to the circle again.

"There's a much bigger problem than expulsion, that's for sure."
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While exploring the Academy wing where you found the pie, you make your way to the opposite end. There's a long, rectangular brick of a building, and you smell food again. You're no longer hungry, but you decide to take note of it for the future. You attempt to make your way through the window. But as you get closer to it, the air turns warmer and warmer- uncomfortably so. Lines of light start tracing their way through the air, forming a sort of sigil. You're not quite sure what it is, but you're intimidated enough to back off. You hover in front of the window, managing to catch sight of long rows of tables and benches, A handful of students are seated there, enjoying an afternoon snack. Food! More food! This must be where the humans congregate for their meals. But the way in is barred.

Of course. They must have some way to stop mundane birds from harassing them while eating! Clever motherfuckers. You can't quite think of a way to get in there for now, but at least you know where it is. You flutter onto a nearby tree and evaluate your next move.

A hideout! Or a nest, or a warren. Whatever you want to call it. You need some kind of place to call home, and a few different options come to mind, based on your instincts. Three, in fact.

>Look for a spot to dig a burrow. Might be difficult on the grounds, but you think you saw a big field by the outskirts.
>Make a tree nest. You can either craft a nest of your own, or kill some kind of bird and take its nest. A bit more thought will be necessary, but a bird nest will house you comfortably.
>Find a room within the Academy and make it your own. Some kind of storeroom or seldom-traversed area, perhaps.
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>>5270068
>Find a room within the Academy and make it your own. Some kind of storeroom or seldom-traversed area, perhaps.

Imagine all the SHELVES we can make our home! So much space!
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>>5270063
Clever to use the students that way.
Better view of the mayhem we will eventually cause and serves to contrast the dumb fuck MC.

>I dont care, but somewhere with sunlight, I want to steal shinies in the future.
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>>5270068
>Make a tree nest. You can either craft a nest of your own, or kill some kind of bird and take its nest. A bit more thought will be necessary, but a bird nest will house you comfortably.
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>>5270068
>Academy
Why leave this place of plenty?
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>>5270068
>Burrow.
Dig underneath a building. Easy to get to, easy to hide in, if we get cornered we can dig another exit.
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>>5270807
Us if we can find a web spinner
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>>5270808
Eat spiders and gophers until webspinner and tunneling unlock. Dig into the basement of the kitchen. Eat all the food and crap on everything else.

Dedicate every mutation to stealing food from the academy until they just start leaving tribute/feeding us so we stop trolling.
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>>5270257
hmmm our middle wing could be sort of used as a warning sail to make us look larger or as a dorsal fin but for flying
>>5270068
support for this
>>5270807
we could make a whole network and humans cant fit in unlimited space for us and with some spiders we could coat the walls into it for supports
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>>5270257
Holy shit, that's adorable. Absolutely love it, thanks dude.

Academy:
>>5270178
>>5270553
>>5271025

Burrow:
>>5270807

Nest:
>>5270456
>>5270257

Locking in the Academy, writing later today
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>>5271060
later we can channel the inner rodent to make holes to the space between the walls.
live like true vermin.
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Are we gonna keep going until we have all of Jerry's superpowers, hammerspace and all?
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>>5271071

Hmm... You feel like you want to make your base indoors, away from prying eyes. There's always a chance that some student will look into a nest or burrow. But if you find an abandoned room and claim it as your own, you can evade detection while still benefiting from the shelter of this academy. Your instincts may cry out for open air and sunlight, but your life experiences so far have all been beneath a roof. You have some idea of how to handle yourself, at least.

You take off and begin your search. You want something low to the ground, like a dank basement. Your journey takes you a little bit further from the dining hall and pie windowsill, but you manage to infiltrate a window on the first floor that's several blocks away. That's where your search begins in earnest. You move through hallways filled with long rugs and various portraits. At one point, a group of teachers stroll through the halls, their burgundy robes sweeping behind them. You manage to leap behind a pedestal that bears a giant suit of armour, escaping their notice easily. Down. You want to go down. Some kind of dank basement would be best, so you ignore the flights of stairs that lead down into the earth.

Finally, you find it! A thin wooden door, with metal bars forming a little window. When you flutter up to it, you see an unlit torch behind it, and a dimly lit stairway that extends down into the dark. Perfect. It looks abandoned, and dusty cobwebs are visible between the bars. Doesn't seem like anyone has been here. You just need to get through this and check out the room that lies beyond...

Huh. How are you gonna get through? The door is closed, and you're not sure you have the strength to get it open in any way.

>Attempt to force yourself through the bars
>Try and create a disturbance, so somebody comes to investigate.
>Start gnawing at the corner to try and make a hole.
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>>5271280
>Try to find some rats to eat instead
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>>5271280
>Start gnawing at the corner to try and make a hole.
maybe bad in the long term but the others seem bad in the short term.
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>>5271280

>Start gnawing at the corner to try and make a hole
We either make a hole, or cause enough noise to somebody take notice.
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>>5271280
>Attempt to force yourself through the bars
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>>5271289
your enthusism is appresiated but are probably going to follow the prompt.

>>5270257
Forgot to mention it in my last post but as QM said love the art work. Big props for the title.

>>5271280
>Attempt to force yourself through the bars
You might think this as us cornering ourselves but I choose to think of it as closing a door to open a window
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>>5271841
Fuck off, sakurautist. Eating rats to gain the flexibility to squeeze through bars is a much better strategy than gnawing through wood, thereby effectively installing a giant "SECRET HIDEOUT" sign at the entrance to our secret hideout.
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>>5272023
And if we grow too big to fit and have to make an even bigger hole? Besides that if you have a plan type it out for the QM he's not a mind reader.
+if you make a convincing argument you can get some votes
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>>5272028
Squeezing through holes is one of the main things rats do retard; I'm simply not insulting anyone's intelligence by not spelling each and everything out because unlike some I'm not in love with my own retarded voice.
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>>5272052
We'll if you had my voice you'd be in love with it too. I'm a motherfucking song bird
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>>5272092
Here's your (You). Please go touch some grass.
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Cut it out please.

Mouse hunting is a good idea, I'll put that in a future prompt. But I wanna keep to the whole chimera/trio theme, so for the time being I've been trying to offer 3 options that each flesh out the character in certain ways and affect their personality. So no write-ins for now, even though I'm always a fan of them, but I'll definitely be putting more opportunities to do it in the future.

Will go for a jog and if it's still a tie by the time I'm back, will roll a dice.
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Rolled 1 (1d2)

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>>5271358
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>>5271716
>>5271841
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This door will not stop you! You're part Almiraj, who have front teeth that grow all throughout their lives. In the wild, they gnaw on hard objects to wear them down. You ought to have the same capability to get through wood, but it'll take you quite a while. You line up your mouth with the edge of the door, and thrust it forward...

Bonk.

Oh. Wait a minute. You don't have teeth! You have a beak. Your Magpie head stares at the door in disapproval. This won't do at all. What use are your parts if you can't just call upon them when you need to? All you have is this horn on your head, and the big floppy ears that help you hear. You bemoan the lack of those gnawing fangs, beginning to peck at the door uselessly. This is going to take forever. If only you were some sort of woodpecker Chimera...

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"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Okay, so... Chimeras aren't that rare, yeah? You can name tons of them off the top of your head."

Millet nodded, and Salena chimed in.

"Griffins. Owlbears. Uh... Serpopards. THE Chimera, and all the children she left behind."

"Mhm. What you've made here isn't ANY of that."

"Well, yeah. Of course. It's two birds and a discount rabbit."

Thompson motioned to the pages again, his expression of frustration seeming to be permanently engraved across his pale face. He took a deep breath and started to explain what Millet should have already known, before starting this entire mess.

"Chimerization stabilises a creature and its separate parts. I mean, a Griffin is literally made from a horse and a bird. In nature, that would never happen. But they can breed perfectly fine, and have children that are also Griffins. Just like a real animal, right?"

"Uh, isn't that a Hippogriff?"

"By the gods, Millet, shut up! Shut up and listen!"

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Throughout the pointless pecking, you managed to remain alert. Those floppy ears weren't just for show, and you remained confident in being able to detect any approaching footsteps. Even if they came to investigate your drilling, you could flee and hide long before they reached you. No, being detected was not a problem. The real issue was the absolutely dismal pace of your work! All you had managed to do so far was create a little pile of wood shavings. Getting through this door would take forever. Just as you were about to give up, however, some sort of creature popped into the edge of your peripheral vision.
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Obviously, you freak the fuck out. So much for those ears, huh? This thing must be some sort of silent goddamn ninja to sneak up on you like that. Whatever it is, it's mere inches from your face, so you break into a sprint.

It follows you, keeping pace and lingering the same distance from you. Jeez, this thing is fast! You get several metres away from the door before you feel it: A pulling force on your body. Has it caught you?!

No, the force is coming from your own muscles. You feel a tugging at the edge of your mind. It's not physical, like the seizing of your muscles. This one is almost sensory- the expression of a desire to go back. You slowly turn your bird neck backwards, noting the lack of horns and ears flopping around. And you see... A second head popping from your back! It has the horn that you're missing. The ears too, for good measure. As you become aware of it, you feel a whole new series of sensations flooding your mind, from a second point of view. Your consciousness becomes one with it.

Your second head manages to gnaw through the wood in half an hour. You feel a bit outperformed. But then again, it's also technically you! YOU gnawed through the wood. Wow, you're outperforming this magpie by a mile. Go you! Into the cellar you go.

Down below, you're treated to exactly what you were looking for! Shelves and barrels line the room, abandoned by the occupants of the castle. You can smell a sort of sour, vinegary aroma in the air. You fly up to the edge of an open barrel and stare into it, catching a scent of the dried residue. This chamber would make a good nest. You feel three separate instincts pop up within yourself, now that you've decided on living here.

>Start assembling a living spot and make it comfortable
>Search for alternate escape routes and learn the area well
>Begin looking for any other occupants in this room
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>>5272301
>Search for alternate escape routes and learn the area well

This isn't the safest of places, so knowing how to fuck off or properly hide in case of emergency is rater mandatory, only then we can worry about making ourselves at home and meeting the neighbors.
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>>5272315
+1
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>>5272301
>Search for alternate escape routes and learn the area well
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>>5272315
>>Search for alternate escape routes and learn the area well
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>>5272315
+1
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>>5272301
>Search for alternate escape routes and learn the area well
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>>5272301
>Start assembling a living spot and make it comfortable
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>>5272301
>Search for alternate escape routes and learn the area well
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Seems almost unanimous. You want to scout out the place and ensure you're not trapped. Your instincts as an Almiraj spark up, spurring you into action. A burrow is useless if it turns into a deathtrap, so you start scampering around the room to look for holes and openings. The new gap in the door is sure to be discovered, and you want to ensure that you can leave or hide if humans come in to investigate. Your search bears fruit relatively quickly. At the farthest corner of the room, you see a trail of moss leading up to the ceiling. Some flaw in architecture has allowed water to drip down, leaving a moist spot of waterlogged wooden flooring. Over time, it's been eaten away by termites and woodlice, and a hole leads beneath the floorboards. From there, you can find a crawlspace that leads into the walls. It probably leads somewhere, but your search is interrupted by the sound of distant squeaking.

Your rabbit-eared head turns towards the source of the noise. The horn scrapes against the 'ceiling', causing you to flinch uncomfortably. Having two heads makes this place feel a lot more cramped, and the magpie head isn't used to delving into such a narrow space. The smell of filthy fur and sour urine hits your nose. Seems like there are rats in here! That makes sense, this is too good a home to be empty.

Consume...

If rats can survive in here, then that means there's a way to get outside and scavenge for food. That bodes well. The crawlspace will make sure that any pursuers can't follow, unless they're willing to tear up the floorboards, so you're at least secure enough for now to deal with a bit of distraction. Although you ate the pie just a little while ago, you're starting to feel hungry again. It's not just a hunger in your stomach, no. This is a deep, spiritual hunger, born of the desire to rip flesh apart.

>Search for the rats and hunt them down
>Follow the path even deeper
>Start establishing your own portion of territory in the cellar
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>>5273438
>Follow the path even deeper
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>>5273438
>Follow the path even deeper
Now that we have a place to hide we need to know were the heck the emergency exit is before anything.
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>>5273438
>Search for the rats and hunt them down

We can explore once we've secured the tunnels and can be sure we won't get ambushed by rats
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>>5273438
>Search for the rats and hunt them down
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>>5273438
>Search for the rats and hunt them down

NotBerserk apostle quest when?
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>>5273438
>Hunt for some rats





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