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1076048 No. 1076048 ID: c4908b

You go by Vex. You are an ARMS DEALER by trade and you've been at this for a couple of years now.

At the moment, you're having a smoke to try and calm down the adrenaline rush from almost (successfully) being SET UP.

R18. nsfw/gore/body horror potential. heavy themes including self harm may be explored (but not explicitly). Toxic Yuri Guaranteed.
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No. 1076049 ID: c4908b
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1076049

After a cursory review of your surroundings, dead bodies aside, you've spent about 1 PLASMA CARTRIDGE offing the goons your customer sent after you. That's about 800C's worth at minimum for an archaic dimension. Which you're adding to that greedy bastard's tab before you send a knife through his throat.

You only came in a few hours ago with about 15C. This FAILED OPERATION was meant to pay for your room and meals for the next few days.

Fuck, you're hungry. And bleeding.
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No. 1076050 ID: c4908b
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1076050

You check your AW (ANGEL WING). Roughly going off of how much time has passed, the cooldown will take about 2 DAYS. You won't be able to hop dimensions until the cooldown is finished.

That means two days of laying low, tracking that bastard down, and selling some arms. Or maybe you'll just dick around until then.
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No. 1076051 ID: d3bf48

Tell us more about the angel wing!
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No. 1076052 ID: 0fbdcd

Steal clothing from dead goons, tear into bandages and wrap.

What did you sell to the guy, where he thought it'd be cheaper to kill you than pay?
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No. 1076054 ID: 273c18

Treat your wounds, then loot the bodies. What building are you in? Is there potential for burgling the place?
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No. 1076141 ID: a6d18e

Well time to open you're Stash you prepared for this situation. You did prepared a stash
Right?
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No. 1076142 ID: c4908b
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1076142

>Tell us more about the angel wing!

Your AW is a special MODDED version of a typical AW. AW's were originally MAGITECH developed by DB (Divine/Dimensional Balance), a cult disguised as a business. Or maybe just a business that uses cult tactics. Their excuse is maintaining "balance" between the dimensions when they're really trying to colonize them for G0D, an extradimensional being, and CEO of DB.

Said cult business targeted you after selling ANGELTECH without a permit and dispatched an ANGEL to stop you. After killing them, you got their wings ripped out for your MODDER. That earned you the classification for all interdimensional criminals, DEMON.

All AW's require special attunement to each user. Your AW though is imperfect. Without the second wing, it requires COOLDOWN PERIODS and is RANDOMIZED TRANSPORT. The dimensions you go to are always RANDOM but they tend to stay within a SPECIFIC GROUP since you can RETURN to certain dimensions more often than others.

From what you understand, you will ALWAYS enter a dimension that has these requirements:

>Some form of society/civilization
>Widespread communication
>Survivable for organic beings
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No. 1076143 ID: c4908b
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1076143

>Steal clothing from dead goons, tear into bandages and wrap.
>Treat your wounds, then loot the bodies.

You move to start looting the bodies and ripping up their clothes into makeshift bandages. You just need to stem whatever's bleeding the heaviest until your REGEN kicks in. Though it tends to be SLOWER when you're hungry.

>Well time to open you're Stash you prepared for this situation. You did prepared a stash
Right?

Of course, you could use some of your WARES to speed things up. But you have the constitution of a roach. So, unless you're going into that deep void, you'll AVOID that at all costs. You've survived this long by being STRICTLY CONSERVATIVE with your things.
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No. 1076145 ID: c4908b
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1076145

>What did you sell to the guy, where he thought it'd be cheaper to kill you than pay?

Your SPECIALTY is selling INTERDIMENSIONAL ARMS. Real rare and illegal shit that you mainly acquire from STEALING. Usually, these arms are impossible to come by through virtue of how STRICTLY interdimensional travel is regulated. Bringing things between dimensions and giving them around tends to DRASTICALLY AFFECT things.

Fuck if that matters to you though. You can get a PLASMA CARTRIDGE from a tech dimension for 15C and upcharge it in any archaic dimension for 800-1000C. MAGITECH particularly sells the BEST in any dimension whenever you get your hands on them.

Your soon to be dead customer was a REGULAR of yours. You have an established clientele for dimensions you've visited a few times to make things easier. This guy always bought you're more EXPENSIVE ARMS, things like SPELL SCROLLS, PLASMA GUNS, & LOWBAR MAGITECH.

Looks like he got tired of paying enough for a city.
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No. 1076146 ID: c4908b
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1076146

>What building are you in? Is there potential for burgling the place?

You're in an abandoned warehouse that you scoped out before the meeting. The customer chose the location since he pressed URGENCY on your arrival. Stupid, you know, but again, you needed cash.

There's nothing too useful around from when you scoped it out. You could take another look around in case there's a hidden gem, but you don't know how much time you have before your customer will notice the lack of communication from his former goons.

Originally, you showed up early to set up your wares upstairs in the management room. Two goons were there looking a bit panicked at your early arrival. When they insisted you go back downstairs you knew something was up.

The rest of them came charging in pretty quickly after.
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No. 1076147 ID: c4908b
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1076147

You find 6 ROUNDS OF LEAD BULLETS (.5 EACH), 6 ARCHAIC PISTOLS (1 LB EACH), 5 USED BURNER PHONES (.25LB EACH), 75C WORTH OF GIFTCARDS (.5LB TOTAL), 1 GIFTCARD FOR WCDONS (Unspecified Amount), 1 PAIR OF HANDCUFFS (.25LB), 2 SETS OF KEYS (.5LB TOTAL), 3 SILVER WATCHES (.25LB EACH), & A BUNCH OF NAIL BATS (4LB EACH).

You have 10 INVENTORY CARDS. Each card can hold one category of item designated from: AMMO, FIREARMS, MARTIAL WEAPONS, EXPLOSIVES, MAGITECH, CONSUMABLES, ENHANCERS, COMMUNICATORS, SUPPLIES, & CURRENCY. There is no limit to how many of an ITEM you can have per card, but the TOTAL WEIGHT must not exceed 20LB PER CARD.

Current Inventory Status:

>AMMO = 14LB + 3LB of lead rounds = 17LB (Magic, Plasma, Lead, Silver)
>FIREARMS = 17LB
>MARTIAL WEAPONS = 20LB MAXED
>EXPLOSIVES = 5LB
>MAGITECH = 0LB
>CONSUMABLES = 12LB (Magic Scrolls & More)
>ENHANCERS = 6LB (Armor & Enchantments)
>COMMUNICATORS = 10LB (Shitton of Phones)
>SUPPLIES = 10LB + 6LB from your folding table & chair = 16LB
>CURRENCY = 14LB + .5 from giftcards = 14.5LB

You pocket the rounds by adding it to your AMMO CARD (17LB).

You may have some use for the ARCHAIC PISTOLS since archaic weapons can be modded easier and have better customization.

After this, you'll try out the WCDONS giftcard just to see if you can get something off the cheaper menu.

What items should you keep from the loot?

(Also, suggest items in Vex's inventory! DND 5e is my main point of reference but any reasonable item can be suggested. Items can vary between magic, non-magic, to sci-fi. Please include weight per item.)
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No. 1076170 ID: 0fbdcd

Keep the ammo, gift cards, guns, watches, and keys. The keys might unlock something around here and it's worth a quick check. Or maybe a car outside. The guns and watches might sell ok in a medieval world.

Otherwise, looks like trash. Go get a bite to eat.
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No. 1076205 ID: a6d18e

So how much do you know about the world you're currently stuck in for the time being.
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No. 1076209 ID: 7c0da2

You might as well take everything. Except the nail bats, you really only need one and you're better off using a firearm anyway. If the 20LBs in your Martial Weapons card is entirely taken up by 5 nail bats I suggest you drop 4 of them, you need room for things you can actually sell.
Then go try the WCDONS card, you need to eat, and you need to be far away from here when the customer sends someone to check on his goons.
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No. 1076429 ID: feda8a

i realize that for custom items it would be best to submit them to a diss thread so here it is: https://questden.org/kusaba/questdis/res/141108.html

throw items you want to appear in the story in here and i'll do my best to add them in as loot or something vex has in store.

questions and other comments are welcome too!

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No. 1076582 ID: c4908b
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1076582

>So how much do you know about the world you're currently stuck in for the time being.

The current dimension you're in is pretty RUDIMENTARY in terms of technology. Smartphones have just started getting introduced to the wider populace and computers are still bulky boxes. Wifi is shit but you're flip phone still works at least. There's also little to no magic outside of minor shapeshifting among the populace. (Not too impressive since you can minorly shapeshift yourself.) Even when you use spells or magic items, their effects are slightly suppressed. You call it "archaic" because of these factors. Time for you is hard to keep track of, so you don't bother counting years and just use labels.

Usually, whenever you get transported here you end up in the SAME GENERAL AREA. There's three cities you frequent in the state where your REGULARS reside. You don't have the names memorized but you refer to them as STEAK (NORTH CITY), PEPPER (EAST CITY), and SALT (WEST CITY). It's easier for you to remember things if you refer to them by easily categorizable groups.

You are currently at the outer edge of SALT. From what you heard when you first arrived, your REGULARS seem to not be warring with each other anymore. Instead, they mind each others business and fight with the other gangs around. Because of how much fighting goes on in the area, you've stuck around and haven't felt the need to visit other states or countries nearby.

The MAJORITY of your clientele are petty gangs or rich individuals with a penchant for collection. You prefer the gangs as your primary customers since they're a lot more consistent with their needs. So long as someone's fighting, there's someone to sell to.

Your richer clientele also usually want to jump your bones and mixing personal with business is a baaaad idea. You will deny any exceptions you have made in the past.
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No. 1076583 ID: c4908b
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1076583

Current Inventory Status:

>FIREARMS = 17LB + 3LB archaic pistols (x3) = 20LB MAXED
>COMMUNICATORS = 10LB + 1.25LB of burner phones (x5) = 11.25LB
>SUPPLIES = 16LB + 1LB of keys (x2) + .75LB silver watches (x3) = 17.75LB

You only manage to take 3 of the better looking ARCHAIC PISTOLS before maxing out the FIREARMS CARD. The KEYS could prove to be useful unlocking something around here and the WATCHES could still sell for a decent price.

You also pocket the HANDCUFFS but just keep it attached to your belt loop to save inventory space.

Next, you wipe the blood off your face and hands with your jacket so you can look a little more presentable and restore your vision. It's a little easier now that you have the makeshift bandages stemming the wounds.

Afterwards, you swap the dirty jacket with a different one from your SUPPLIES card. It sucks though that you got your jacket dirty. Fuck knows when you'll have the time to get it washed.

To seal the deal you take out a simple FACEMASK. You don't know how much of your face is out there thanks to DB and you'd rather not get SNITCHED ON while you're busy doing other things. While you always enjoy a visit from the lovely ARCHANGEL that's out to KILL YOU, you have some errands to run. People to see. Things to eat. All the good stuff that comes with preferably not being hunted for sport.
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No. 1076584 ID: c4908b
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1076584

After that's all settled, you take stock of your current state.

VEX
STATUS: Rough
EQUIPPED: Trusty Hunting Knife (Magisteel w/ Plasma Cutter Function)
MAGIC: Wild Luck. You can draw one card at a time from a deck of 5 MAGIC CARDS as many times as you would like (roll of 1d5 per draw). The deck automatically shuffles itself before every draw and will only activate the card's spell if it is drawn facedown and then turned faceup. After a card is used, a new card will generate with a RANDOM prepared spell of varying power. You are not immune to outward effects from the card's spell. One of the cards in the deck will ALWAYS be FIREBALL.
ABILITY: Intuition. You can IMPROVE your chances of drawing a specific card to a roll of 2d5 based on experience and inherent luck. 2 winning numbers from 1-5 will be picked before the roll. 2 uses per day.

Choose which 4 spells are currently in your deck:

>BURST: An object of choice explodes violently.
>DARKNESS: Darkness envelops the area around you. This blocks ALL vision and light sources momentarily.
>SILENCE: You can silence all sound from any number of people around you that you can see.
>DANCE: All creatures around you are hit with the irresistible NEED to dance.
>IDENTIFY: You can learn the properties and use of one chosen object you can touch.
>PUPPET: You momentarily control the body of one chosen target.
>FEAR: Cause life-threatening fear in one living person within sight. May cause person to flee in terror.
>FLEE: Teleport to any neighboring area that you can see.
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No. 1076607 ID: 510d57

>>1076584
>FLEE: Teleport to any neighboring area that you can see.
>DARKNESS: Darkness envelops the area around you. This blocks ALL vision and light sources momentarily.
>DANCE: All creatures around you are hit with the irresistible NEED to dance.
>SILENCE: You can silence all sound from any number of people around you that you can see.

Combat maxxing.
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No. 1076636 ID: b0ae71

>IDENTIFY: You can learn the properties and use of one chosen object you can touch.

I'll back any plan that use this skill since it's handy to have something to appraise an item's resale value in you're line of work.
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No. 1076665 ID: 83015e

So how much do know about the jerk who tred to stiff you?
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No. 1076717 ID: 462d8c

Burst, Identify, Puppet, and Flee
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No. 1076788 ID: 83015e

>>1076717
^ this We gonna need IDENTIFY, you know just in case you stumble across a cursed equipment.
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No. 1076886 ID: c4908b
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1076886

The current cards in your arsenal are FIREBALL, FLEE, IDENTIFY, BURST, and DANCE.

An interesting set... You tuck your MAGIC DECK into your inner jacket pocket and your HUNTING KNIFE into your other pocket.

For a moment, you assess your surroundings before heading back downstairs, keeping a careful eye for anyone that might be lurking. Or any secret objects that may be hidden away.

As you descend there's not much to catch the eye. The building remains a large, looming, seemingly empty thing. Its emptiness draws your mind to thoughts of what it could have been. Maybe it was a cannery or textile place at one point of its history. You wouldn't know, with how gutted it is.

And thanks to you, it's a little more haunted...

Not quite as empty....

But nothing jumps out at you.

Not this time.
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No. 1076887 ID: c4908b
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1076887

The sight of the sun in the horizon blinds you for a moment. The warehouse was relatively dim with only some rays of sunlight coming in through the windows. Breathing in the fresh air reminds you that you are, at least, somewhat alive.

It's hard for you to remember that you are alive sometimes. Not just a ball of adrenaline and wounds. Even in a life of running away to extraordinary places... its started to feel a little boring.

But that's all you know now.
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No. 1076888 ID: c4908b
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1076888

>So how much do know about the jerk who tried to stiff you?

You remember the important bits. He's currently the head honcho for the Wolf Bites here in Salt City. He wasn't much when you first met, just a small disposable goon. His boss at the time sent him out on a mission to find you, since word was still getting around on your specific services, and they needed to verify their info.

You smelled an opportunity with him. He was smart enough and power hungry. He already stole a good sum from his boss to pay off your first deal with him too.

The coup happened a few days after with a couples of others that already sensed blood about to hit the water.

You didn't think he would be stupid enough to betray you. So, he must have some other alternate source that he's now tapped into. Thing is, you only know a few other ARMSDEALERS on your level that have lasted this long, and you have relatively good relationships with them. You all also overcharge to keep the prices consistent, so it wouldn't be a cheaper source.

Unless it's none of those guys...

You rub your eyes and spot two cars parked in the street in front of the warehouse. You know only one was parked there when you arrived. A sleek nondescript car with tinted windows.

You slightly limp to the one that you didn't see before.

And open the door.
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No. 1076889 ID: c4908b
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1076889

...
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No. 1076890 ID: c4908b
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1076890

Huh?
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No. 1076891 ID: c4908b
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1076891

What's this...?
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No. 1076892 ID: c4908b
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1076892

"Who are you?!"

Fuck. Okay alright okay alright. Just one more thing to deal with. Fine. That's fine. That's A O K A Y.

You take a deep breath, though it comes in a little sharper than you'd like. Focus. Focus.

The first thing you notice is the way her hand shakes when she points the gun at you. The nervousness in her eyes. It looks like she hasn't shot another person before, maybe just practice targets. Or ones that can't run away.

You can handle her. You might get shot, but your reflexes are quick. A snap of the hand really.

But she looks young. Naive. Maybe a trainee? Made to stay in the car in case they needed back up?

What should you do?

>A) Kill her (the least amount of trouble)
>B) Disarm her (you'll have to deal with her)
>C) Persuade her (you'd need the right words)
>D) _____
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No. 1076899 ID: a7a180

Disarm, and maybe take the gun away while you're at it.
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No. 1076901 ID: 354ff3

>C) Persuade her (you'd need the right words)

Pretend to be a clueless goon whose sacred out of his mind about the scary arms dealer.
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No. 1076902 ID: 8f9bc4

OK NOW WHAT JOKER PICKED FIREBALL HUH

...do you make a habit of just going into random cars you happen to come across?
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No. 1076908 ID: 96815d

So is the gal look like a hired goon or a cop who got in wayy too deep.
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No. 1076930 ID: 7c0da2

B) Disarm
I think you should try to talk, but it will be easier if there isn't a gun involved.
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No. 1077106 ID: 34713f

Sidle out of her line of sight while saying: "Easy there - I'm assuming you aren't with the thugs that tried to jump me since your car wasn't here before."
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No. 1077123 ID: eb0a9c

"Sorry! Sorry! Wrong car! Look I'm also a runner but today really sucked and my job went FUBAR, and I just want to go back to my apartment and take the whole damn week off! Great, now I have to find my driver - if you don't blow my head off first."
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No. 1077176 ID: e420b7
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1077176

>So is the gal look like a hired goon or a cop who got in wayy too deep.

From what you can assess, she looks like she's associated with them. The gun is the same make, and while her outfit is casual, she has the tell-tale wolf's ears. Not every Wolf Bite has them but it's one of the easiest marks of loyalty to have. If she was a cop, well, it wouldn't take too long for them to sniff her out. No help on your part needed.

You lower your head and duck a bit behind the driver's side headrest so her line of sight is more obscured. It's easy to look smaller and hide it all away. Knowing how to act is another key to your survival, whether it's in a dimension where you look too human or out of place, you just need a few minutes to adapt.

Your voice comes out a little shaky and uncertain, all practice, "Easy there! Sorry! Sorry! Uh, wrong car. I don't. Um, my job went to SHIT today and I just, today's really sucked and I just got out of there and, and..."

You shift your eyes to look behind the Wolf Bite enough times that she'll notice, and she instinctively freezes, picking up on your body language. "I just, I want to go back..." You duck a bit more-- but not too fast-- as she whirls her body towards the window, expecting someone that isn't there.

That's all you need.

You're off like a shot.
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No. 1077177 ID: e420b7
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1077177

Twist the arm. Get rid of the gun. Pin her down with all your weight and out of biting reach.

She snarls and her teeth start to grow, body thrashing and nails sharpening. You can feel the way her body starts to shift under your knee, wolfing out.

"ASSHOLE!!!! GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!!!" her words end with a growl.

You work quickly, the handcuffs proving useful as you take them off your belt and swiftly cuff her wrists together. They must be enchanted with the way they hold against her shifting wrists, chain going taut but not breaking. Goosebumps go down your neck.

It's a good thing she doesn't have that much experience. You could've lost a few teeth if she kicked you on your way in.

"Calm down! I'm not trying to kill you, but I could." you snap.

She thrashes more, almost throwing you off, "I. Don't. Believe. You." A growl punctuates between each word.

You sigh and grab the gun off of the car floor and press it to the back of her head point blank. For good measure, you click the safety on and off, making sure she hears the noise. But there's no pull of the trigger.

She freezes up. Though she glares at you from the side, she's quick to pick up on how much of a disadvantage she's in, relaxing, "Are you the arms dealer?"
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No. 1077179 ID: e420b7
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1077179

You don't answer as you try to catch your breath, trying to stash the gun away in your INVENTORY but it's MAXED OUT. Shit. You settle for stashing it in your jacket pocket with the safety on instead. Your wounds also got agitated from the sudden motions and warmth bleeds through your bandages again. The air comes out heavier and you clench your teeth as each exhale sounds out in a low whistle.

She sniffs the air, her pupils dilating at the scent of blood, "You're injured."

You slide off of her and into the driver's seat a little less gracefully than you'd like. "Yeah well, they're dead."

She, surprisingly, doesn't seem angry at that, just staring at you blankly, "Why aren't you going to kill me?"

Well, you aren't going to mention how you DID think about it. And maybe you should. Tie up every end you meet unless it's useful for later. Then once it's no longer useful, well, then you just have to tie it up like all the others. Keeps everything neat that way, less painful.

You frown as you try to take the SET OF KEYS out of your INVENTORY, you figured that one of them must work for one of the cars here. And you weren't exactly expecting someone to be inside said cars, otherwise you wouldn't have just waltzed in. "I don't see why I should. Unless you're going to stop me from killing your boss."
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No. 1077180 ID: e420b7
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1077180

She sits up straighter, the change in her expression giving you whiplash. "You're going to kill Julien?!" she smiles with this.. unhinged tint, "I want him dead too."

You pause. Interesting development. "You do?"

She nods with a fervor, "I figured infiltrating and working my way up would be the longest but easiest way of going about it. Keep your enemies close right? It's a lot easier to stab someone in the back then it is going in headfirst and getting shot at point blank," she doesn't even breathe between words, "Of course it would be grueling and I'd have to kill a lot people and compromise my morals but that's fine! It'll get the job done. But you, from what I've heard about you. You can do it. You got him into power. It would be faster with you."

... You cannot trust her. Nope. Not at all. The worst people are the ones willing to do whatever it takes.

You would know that the best.

You laugh, "I'm not teaming up with you, kid. Whatever revenge you have in store for him is all a fantasy in your head. This is business."

The words seem to bounce off of her, "You're not that much older than me. Well, you don't look that much older. I know where his base is and I know how to navigate it. I've never heard that you've visited in person before. And if they don't hear back from me, they'll know the mission failed and he'll be sending out more people to hunt you down across the city."

Fuck, you just want some WCDONS man.
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No. 1077187 ID: 8f9bc4

You might point out that 'Julien' didn't get where he was by trusting every crazy bitch he hired. She was probably supposed to die when this deal went south, and it's dumb luck that she stayed in the car. She won't find it as easy to sneak up on his back as she thinks, but she does have knowledge and you could use her help.

Then ask her what she's really getting out of this. No one gets anything out of just killing a man. She thinks she's saving a busload of orphans from his next operation? She wants his job so she can finally live the good life? Or is it just because she doesn't want to think about the people she lost and how killing him won't bring them back?

He kicked her when she was a puppy?
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No. 1077188 ID: 34713f

"... So, if we're going to do this, it has to look like I'm dead at first. If they know the mission failed, that makes you a coward at best and a traitor at worst. Even if they don't just kill you, any attempt to talk a way into the compound on my behalf will go up in smoke. Take this bloody jacket, and I suppose I should find a way to cover up my own scent so they don't connect the smell-dots and realize that he is me." Also, a visual disguise if more than a single guy knows your face.
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No. 1077189 ID: eb0a9c

"Actually, the plan is to drop off the face of the planet, wait until he thinks I've been killed by another former client, then teleport into his base and shoot his balls off."

Gauge her laughter.
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No. 1078441 ID: d20702
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1078441

It's likely that Julien suspected her. That guy's one of the most paranoid fuckers out there for good reason. This was probably her test to see if she was more valuable as an asset or she'd be easily disposed instead. Funny how luck can be valuable too.

You go through the ring of keys, trying to match the right one with the car, and taking her threat as nonchalantly as you do, "Actually, the plan is to drop off the face of the planet, wait until he thinks I'm dead, then find him and shoot his dick off."

You pause as you glance at her to gauge her reaction. She's silent for a moment, almost stunned before snorting and leaning back, a nervous chuckle. Her cheeks are flushed with clear embarrassment. It's almost cute.

"You're joking?"

You stay dead silent for long enough that she almost looks impressed at your audacity.

You laugh then, loud, before she can respond, "I'm kidding, what I'm planning to do to that fucking traitor will be a lot worse."

If there's another dealer, you get the temptation to shop around and see what they have to offer. It's another thing to stab your back. You might have to set an example.

She ponders your words. There's still that same bloodlust in her eyes, "I want to see it."

You find the right key and turn it into the ignition. The car stutters, tik tik tik, then thrums to life with a startle.

It's like hearing your heart beat as you gesture to her, "Look, I don't want to deal with getting ambushed by more goons. It would be inconvenient as hell, but not impossible. If you want me to accept your help, then tell me what you're getting out of this."

She's silent again. You slowly exhale through your teeth.

"He killed my brother," the words drop like stones, "You're right. I want revenge."

Well. That doesn't sound like the whole story.

"Is that all?"

She stares right into you, "It's my right." Ah, there's that suicidal determination. It might be more than you could persuade.
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No. 1078442 ID: d20702
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You wisely set the topic aside for now as you set up the game plan in your mind. You don't want to start pulling teeth.

"Alright, I'll accept your help. Call me Vex."

"Eiko. What kind of name is Vex?"

You don't entertain the question, "Anyway, if we're going to do this, it still has to look like I'm dead first. If they know the mission failed, that makes you a coward at best and a traitor at worst."

You remove your jacket from your INVENTORY and gesture for her to lean forward. She catches your meaning quick and reluctantly obeys as you put it over her shoulders. Eiko's pupils are as black as pits when the scent envelops her.

Instinctively, you stare back, "Even if they don't just kill you, any attempt to talk a way into the compound on my behalf can go up in smoke. If you keep this on, it'll give you more credibility. Only Julien knows my scent enough to recognize me."

Her eyebrows raise, "How..."

You laugh and look around at the car dash since you haven't been looking at it closely, "Nah, he's not my type." A certain someone comes to mind. "But we've spoken enough times alone, I've rarely made deals with just his goons."

"You really have been around. Where do you get your stuff anyway? I've seen some of the magic in person but it's still hard to believe that..."

Her words start to fade as you head down the street. Only one thing stays on your mind.
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No. 1078443 ID: d20702
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>a visual disguise if more than a single guy knows your face

The only ones that know your actual face and have spread it are the ANGELS. They're not too bad to deal with if it's not your ARCHANGEL around. Unless there are some RELIGIOUS ZEALOTS among the WOLF BITES, you'll worry about that later. For now, the facemask will have to do. And besides your eye color, you can't shapeshift your face adeptly or you'll end up with three nostrils instead. Or something less human.

For your deals, you always wear a SHOPKEEPER mask. It's ENCHANTED to obscure your features and dampen your scent. You took it off after the bust and don't wear it in public since it's very visually striking.

Not even Julien has seen your face in person.
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No. 1078444 ID: d20702
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1078444

You eat in the car after going through the WCDONS drive thru. Thankfully, that giftcard had enough change to spare after your order too.

And with the cosmos as your witness you are fucking this burger up.

Eiko watches you with both disgust and envy, "You know, you'll have to uncuff me eventually," she leans forward with more desperation than earlier, "At least feed me a fry or something! This is torture! Torture!"

You take a few more bites before mercifully feeding her some of the fries, "So, what's the layout of the compound?"

Half your fries are gone by the time Eiko answers and you squint at her, "It used to be an office building. About four floors with the crab on top. He usually isn't in the crab, but his office is in the very top floor."

Kings do love their towers. At least your wounds have stitched back together and some sensation has returned to your numb limbs. You clench your fingers a couple of times to make sure.
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No. 1078445 ID: d20702
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"How's the security?"

"Two guards at every entrance. The most people hang out on the first floor and the underground garage. The second floor is where the main supplies are kept and the third floor is the books area. There aren't really people on the third floor except dispatchers and counters. I know the vault is on the fourth floor, but I haven't seen it or Julien's office in person."

She gestures, "Most of the gang are out right now collecting, but they'll be coming back in waves once it's evening. And they're probably expecting my call now."

Apparently, it's 4PM. You could technically wait until tomorrow to settle things, maybe prepare better, and have less of a risk of more people showing up. Your AW will likely be charged up by then and you could make a quick escape.

Though you have many options. Strangers are generally welcome if they're coming in for loans, so you could pretend to be one that Eiko found. You could also sneak in instead while she works as a distraction.

Eiko's ability to PERSUADE the gang not to suspect anything is also a loose factor. Her status is only slightly better than a grunt but still a newbie.

Ah, that reminds you.

As you draw up your plans, you look at her more pointedly, "I forgot to ask. Did they tell you to stay in the car or did you choose to stay?"

It's quiet. She stares at you. 1 second, 2 seconds, 5 seconds.

Her ears lower and the words come out low, "I told them I'd stay and call back up if needed. I had a bad feeling."

Hmm...

Eiko has good instincts. She'll value her life more than anything depending on the situation and would be able to sense danger. You'll have to take this into account in your plans.
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No. 1078466 ID: eb0a9c

Hit his piggy bank. If he can't pay his army, they'll ditch him, forcing him to confront you if you start destroying what you can't carry.

Plan A: Pretend you're a double-dealer who Eiko arrogantly caught on her own. She'll demand to be taken to the upper floors, and while they argue, detonate a load-bearing wall and flee. Loot what remains afterwards.
Plan B: Make your way up to the third floor, neutralize all guards as quietly as you can. Then slowly plant explosives or charge spells and hit the vault from below.
Plan C: Fight your way to the vault, use heavy artillery to blast it open, destroying most of the contents. Salvage what you can, then flee and watch as the boss' army abandons him.
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No. 1078633 ID: f2cf5a

>>1078445
Okay, so off the jump, there's an issue of her answering the question of 'where'd the other people go?' and 'why is she alone when she was supposed to be a warning sign?' She needs to have a way to answer those questions and keep suspicion low. I can't think of a reason for either, however, so that makes me believe she might not be super helpful in infiltration except as a distraction- though that in itself can be valuable. The how is also suspect.

You DID say no one's seen your face before, so that's a boon. I'd suggest trying to keep yourself hidden as possible. If there's some way to keep yourself quiet, then...well, normally I'd suggest the garage, but that's where a lot of people are, so that's out. Some way to get in the first floor...

...ugh, not a lot of info and too much risk. I feel like we might want to wait and scout the place out, get intel first. Though that does still leave her issue of 'why are all the guys dead and you didn't say anything?' What's an answer that WON'T get her shot dead on the spot? (Not that it matters super much, but you have a resource in her, might as well milk it.)
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No. 1078939 ID: f2cf5a

>>1078633
Upon further thinking, there IS no good answer that wouldn't get her shot dead for dereliction of duty to the gang, since she never called for backup, but showed back up ALONE. Even if she 'admitted' she wussed out and kept our presence secret. This is the CHARITABLE explanation, presuming they put 2+3 together and get 5 instead of 2*3 and get 6. Her coming back alone by default means the target is VERY LIKELY STILL ALIVE since she said she'd call for backup if needed. And since he/we are likely still alive, we're either dipping REALLY hard, in which case the Asshole That Is Us just murked a bunch of their guys with little to no chance of recompense, or we're coming to 'complain' in person (which we are), in which case that means everyone needs to be on guard and she might've just lead him/us there (which she did). Again, this isn't even approaching the possibility that they guess right and they decide she turned traitor, in which case we're pretty hosed.

...so honestly, her best move, should she enjoy life, is actually to go to ground and let everyone believe she bit it in the crossfire, too. She shouldn't be helping at ALL.

(NOTE: This is all moot if she didn't tell her bosses exactly what she was trying to do, and by 'told them' simply meant 'she told the people meeting with us and no one else'.)

Which STILL leaves us without any good ways in. And the sad thing is we kinda NEED to raid this guy's base to pay rent, so...Shit Creek, we are up it.

Still thing we need more intel. Let it sit a day.
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No. 1079172 ID: a7ddda
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You consider the implications of her having to explain why everyone else is dead with no call for back up, "Who did you tell that you'd be calling for back up?"

She gestures, "I only told the guys that were in the car with me. I had a little more seniority, so they took my word for it."

Okay, good. That helps clear up the main issues that may arise from everyone else dying but her. She made it out just barely, and the others were valiantly sacrificed in the process to make sure the job got done. Now you just have to figure out where to go from there.

>Hit his piggy bank. If he can't pay his army, they'll ditch him, forcing him to confront you if you start destroying what you can't carry.

A good point. You don't know how much of the money he would keep in the vault but it would be a good target. Even if you don't end up looting it, destroying it entirely could prove useful for dwindling down his allies.

You finish up your food and look back at Eiko, "Why don't we try making our way up to the upper floor where the vault is or maybe just the third and blow it up? If that doesn't kill him, it'll flush his ass out and get rid of a good chunk of the gang."

Eiko tenses, brows furrowing, "I don't.. I don't want to kill EVERYONE if we don't have to," she pauses then adds quickly, "But I mean, I'll still do it if it means killing Julien."

"Aren't you in this to kill Julien and destroy the gang?"

She stares at you then shakes her head, arms tensing around the cuffs like she wants to talk with her hands, "I'm in this to kill him. I've just. I've been in this gang for almost a year, not all of them are that bad. I wouldn't call them all close friends, but they're still people. I'd rather not do anything unnecessary, just what I need to do."

You almost laugh, thinking back to how indifferent she was before, "What about the guys I murked? They don't matter?"

"That's different. You already killed them and I can't do anything about that anymore." She shrugs, "Besides, I didn't like those guys that much anyway."

"So, you don't want to kill the gang but you want to get rid of their leader. Unless you're going to succeed him, you're going to be the next target in whatever power vacuum you create."

Eiko mutters, "I... maybe could lead them. But I mean," she seems to be talking more to herself, "It would be better to destroy the gang in function. You don't have to kill everyone to do that. If you get rid of the leader and whatever funds are keeping it operating, well, naturally people are going to disband."

You know it won't be that perfect of an ending. You massage the bridge of your nose, "So, you're on board with blowing up the base with no one inside of it? How is that going to work?"

Her fangs flash at you, "I don't know okay! Let's come up with something else!"

This is why you never work with other people. You'll push it to plan D for now.

"Alright. In that case, we'll need more intel. If the first floor and the garage are crawling with people and they're the main entrypoints, we'll either have to smooth talk our way inside, I sneak in, or we get in through the upper floors."

Eiko thinks, "The building is emptiest around 1-2PM, that's when everyone leaves to make their rounds across the city. Bare minimum guards and all the important personnel are upstairs."

Looks like waiting until tomorrow may be the best choice. Eiko doesn't seem to be in a rush, seeing as she had an entire 5 year revenge plan going for her. But let's deal with her phoning base first so that can get settled.
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No. 1079173 ID: a7ddda
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You gesture for her to turn around. For the sake of being quick and not spending 5 minutes lock-picking the cuffs or trying all the keys, you take your knife and use the PLASMA CUT function to split the chain. She stays still, but her hands twitch at the heat, breathing deeper.

"Phone them in and let them know you succeeded."

Eiko rubs her wrists and goes to pick up her flipphone off the car floor. She takes a deep breath, "Here goes."

They answer on the first ring. Eiko's ears lower and you already have a feeling that a lecture's being told over the phone.

She takes a deep breath, her tone surprisingly smooth, "Mission success. The pack's gone, except me." A pause. Her gaze turns to you, "Target's jacket was acquired but arms could not be retrieved. The, um, magic holding them won't respond."

Eiko winces and moves the phone away from her ear, and you can hear a staticy voice almost boom from the phone, "I don't care what you do, DON'T come back empty handed. The boss needs something off that fucking guy's corpse after all the trouble. Anything valuable you can pry off! Fucking anything!"

To her credit, her voice stays even, "Alright, loud and clear."

"Good. Your dues for the month will be waived." They hang up.

"Well, they sounded like a peach."

Eiko rubs her ear and smacks her flipphone shut, "That was Maggie, they handle the lower packs."

You nod, "What was that she said about dues? I thought only the people you guys bully give those."

"I'm still on probation, new recruits have to pay 3000C every month for 18 months. Doesn't matter how you get the money, just that you show you can. After that, you get promoted to a Loan Wolf, and you can start taking dues for yourself."

HUHH?? Is this how Julien affords everything you sell?? This sounds more like a scam than a gang. Do people really fall for these things willingly?

"What the fuck? 18 months? You've been paying them that much for almost a year? Is that all they make you do?"

Eiko stares at you blankly, "You can get your dues waived if you do enough grunt tasks. Rough people up, help collect interest, clean up, that kind of thing. I haven't been paying them the entire time. When I got officially inducted, they stranded me out 30 miles from the city with only the clothes on my back and I had to smell my way back to base."

Are you the only normal person around? Hm. But if that's all it takes, you could try to get your way into the base by saying you'll pay in. And skip out on the induction of course.

"Okay... But I'm not giving you any of my stuff. Not unless you pay for it. I already gave you my jacket for free to help your cover story."

"Did you not hear them? How am I supposed to get back to base and get any plan in motion if you don't give me something to show for it?"

You both end up arguing for a few minutes about the next course of action. You want to kill this guy, sure, but you'll ALWAYS value your arms more. You've bled and ran just to acquire some of these items and like hell will you give them away for FREE.
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No. 1079175 ID: a7ddda
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1079175

Eiko eventually concedes, "FINE, you can stay at my apartment for the night for free OR I pay you 200C for the cheapest thing you can give me. That's all I have to spare."

At most, you'd be willing to give her 2 PLASMA CARTRIDGES or 2 PLASMA GRENADES for a measly 200C. But, being able to stay at her place would cover your need for shelter for the rest of the night. You'd also be willing to give a little extra. Maybe an ADRENALINE SHOT. But these items would presumably be going into the gang's hands.

Here are the current possible plans:

>A)Infiltrate: You give Eiko the items she needs to come back and report the mission complete. You enter with her as either a guest that needs money or a new recruit that will pay. She could demand to hand the items over to him personally so you can both get to him directly. You both kill him from there and loot the vault. However, you'll have to safely make it out afterwards since your AW will not be done recharging by then.

>B)Sneak: You give Eiko the items she needs to come back and report the mission complete. She does something to cause a distraction (maybe detonate a grenade) while you sneak in from the back of the first floor entryway OR you scale up to an upper floor and enter that way. You find and kill Julien yourself and possibly loot the vault. However, you'll still have to find a way to escape without alerting anyone to what you have done. The crab may prove useful if you find the keys.

>C)Wait & Gather: You give Eiko the items she needs to come back and report the mission complete. While she's inside, you scope the outer area for alternate entrypoints then return to her apartment. While she's reporting, she can gather more info about the upper floors and peek the 4th floor. Tomorrow, you both sneak in while there are less guards around and head to Julien to kill him and loot the vault before making a swift escape. However, Eiko won't know which people will be on the guard schedule or inside the base.

>D)Annihilate: You give Eiko the items she needs to come back and report the mission complete. You follow either plan A or B. Without telling her, you plant explosives on all the floors you pass. If things go south, you'll jump out the nearest window and detonate everything. You'll wait it out, then see who survives, or if there's anything left of the vault.
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No. 1079186 ID: eb0a9c

C. With enough time, you can charge up your Angel Wing, meaning you don't need to plan out an escape route for yourself.
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No. 1079675 ID: a7ddda
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Alright, you decide to take the more careful route and gather more information. With your AW fully charged, you'll be able to make a quick escape if things go badly.

Speaking of, you take a moment to check its current progress. It's less than 50% but should still be following your estimation... Roughly.

"I'll crash at your place after I scope out the compound." You lay out the rest of the plan for the next day. But you don't mention to her how you'll be dipping right after.

Eiko nods, expression neutral, "Works with me."

You hand over the ITEMS then climb into the backseat while Eiko gets into the driver side. You wouldn't want anyone to spot you next to her before you both fully arrive.

After she's situated, she examines one of the ITEMS with a curious eye. A PLASMA GRENADE. Hell of a burst on that one with a range of almost 25 feet.

But she takes a beat too long to be comfortable. For a moment you're on edge, hand on the hilt of your knife that you keep tucked away in your other sleeve.

....

It feels like an entire minute passes before she puts it down in the cupholder. There's no sigh of relief.

Eiko could crash this car if she wanted. Now. Or later. Or maybe straight into the compound. She could rat you out to the gang while you're scoping out the building. Or maybe even after while you're at her apartment so you'd be trapped.

Logically, you know she wouldn't (probably), and you aren't going to do anything about it (yet). But it's there in your mind. And it never leaves no matter how quiet you make it.
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No. 1079676 ID: a7ddda
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Eiko glances at you from the rearview mirror, "So, I heard you're from a different world. What's that like?"

The question pulls you out of your thoughts and you laugh, "Hah man. I barely remember my home dimension." You mainly have vague recollections, "It was like this, but more modern. Lots of screens everywhere." You had a big family once. Siblings. The colors of them are washed out through the thin paper of your mind.

Eiko's ears perk up, "Woah like in the movies? Did you guys have flying cars too?"

You shake your head, "Nah, nothing that advanced. There were robots but they weren't too smart yet." You went to school at some point then dropped out. You couldn't afford it anymore.

"Oh, did they take peoples' jobs too?"

"Some of them did. Most of them were made for shit like war." Does your family miss you? You haven't thought about it. In your mind, there's nothing to return to.

"... How do you travel?" That time you left to take that angel's wings was the last time you'd ever see your home dimension.

You groan playfully, "You know, if you're going to ask me 30 questions, you should answer some of mine." You lean more in your seat, glancing at the passing city.

Eiko looks at you again but nods, looking embarrassed, "Um, yeah, sure."

"What were you doing before the gang?"

There's a pause and she leans forward in her seat, "I was an architecture major." She opens her mouth like she's going to say more before switching the words, "I- You didn't answer my question."

"Magic." You keep your tone blunt. "Why did Julien kill your brother?"

Her grip on the wheel tightens. "Because he's a greedy bastard." You guess 'he' means Julien here. But you know there's more to the story.

"Can I learn magic?"

"Only if you're exposed to it or someone teaches you. Are you from the area?"

She pauses, "I am. I grew up here. Can you teach me magic?"

You snort, "Ask me something else."

Eiko shoots back, "How'd you get those scars on your face?"
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No. 1079677 ID: a7ddda
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1079677

Automatically, your fingers go to trace the scars. The tissue still aches every now and then. In this moment, it burns like the sting of metal as it leaves flesh, your face coloring red.

The words come out almost reverent, "An angel gave it to me." Your first gift from your Archangel. She got the drop on you (the first and only time) with such terrifying and unmatched skill that it gets your heart racing every time you recall your first meeting.

It was years? ago. Cycles? Sun rotations. You don't even remember what you were doing, if you were out getting food, or in your hotel, or just fucking off somewhere. Deep enough into your career that you couldn't keep track of just how much shit was tacked on your list.

You just remember spotting someone ahead of you. Standing so still. Like a ghost. The hairs on your neck stood up but you didn't move. Most people approached you with some type of fire. They want something. They burn in their need.

But this was cold. Business.

Thump, thump, thump. Was that your heart?

Your eyes met then. It was icy. Dead.

Were those really a person's eyes?

Then sharp, bleeding, burning pain.

Thank fuck your AW was charged.

They are the only scars you've ever let stay post-regen. You keep them there as a reminder (to her) of her failure to kill you. And how she'll fail every time after.
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No. 1079678 ID: a7ddda
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"Wait, angels are real?" Eiko seems to ask before remembering to park the car beside an alleyway. "Shit, um, as long as you don't get too close to the building you shouldn't get caught." She points to this building in the distance. Bingo.

"Cool. I'll be out here then."

You move to exit the car and Eiko hastily adds, "I'll find you after I'm done. It shouldn't take more than an hour. Or two." She nods at you then goes to drive off back to the compound. You watch until she's out of sight completely.

Back to business. Where should you start?

>A) Scope the surrounding buildings from the ground
>B) Enter a business and ask about the area
>C) Climb a building closeby to get a higher vantage point
>D) Get within eyesight of the compound and search the perimeter
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No. 1079680 ID: 8f9bc4

Damn...
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No. 1079682 ID: 462d8c

C) Vantage points are always good
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No. 1079684 ID: 76615e

C) the high ground is harder to get ambushed in.
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No. 1079708 ID: eb0a9c

B) Nothing like a little Social Engineering to get all the intel you need from your adversary's inconsequential neighbors and favorite stores.
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No. 1079997 ID: bba018
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1079997

Good to start from up high. You rub your hands before examining the wall of the alley and testing the strength of the bricks with some soft pulls. When the brick refuses to give, you haul ass up the wall in record time.

It's not the tallest building, but you've got a decent enough view of everything.
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No. 1079998 ID: bba018
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1079998

The compound is within eyesight. It looks like most buildings around it have been demolished to make it easier to surveil the perimeter. Scaling it would be the best option from outside, but it's a matter of getting spotted or not. You have enough experience to scale a building that tall if there aren't people throwing shit at you. There may also be a blindspot somewhere that you could take advantage of. Maybe a fire escape.

All the buildings that remain near it are shorter by a story or two with a two building distance. Other than that, it looks like a regular downtown area of shops, restaurants, and other misc. businesses.

There's a few people milling about yet it's not busy despite it being peak dinner time in a downtown area. The ones you do see haul ass like they already know where they're going. No time for tourists.
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No. 1079999 ID: bba018
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1079999

A few billboards and advertisements also catch your eye. Man. Looks like DB's made its way here with their usual propaganda.

When it comes to dimensions that lack magic or high tech, they tend to work their way in culturally. Religion's pretty easy to sell when you're promising salvation in exchange for servitude. If you work hard enough and follow every angel's word and mission then your devotion will be rewarded with otherworldly gifts and a ticket to PARADISE.

It wouldn't be surprising if G0D just consumes them like Saturn instead. Extradimensional beings feed off of belief in them. They grow stronger with their influence. The more you give, the more they eat.

And unlike most cults, they do have something to show for it. When you have people appearing in bright showy ways with shiny halos and wings, well, you might as well see what that's all about.

Maybe PARADISE does exist. Or maybe it's some fucked up higher dimension. Emptied of all life and endlessly vast.

Do you vandalize the billboard? Or do you head off to a different roof?

[Current Deck Spells: FIREBALL, FLEE, IDENTIFY, BURST, and DANCE]
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No. 1080109 ID: bba018
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1080109

You leave the billboard be for now. If only to conserve resources. You'll blow it up some other time.

As you travel, you find a shop that catches your eye. One goon's out waiting in the front. Another Wolf Bite. Looks like it's one of those collection tasks Eiko was talking about. Another goon exits the store with a heavy envelope of cash. You don't even have to shake it to know it'll be enough to cover everything you need and more.

Goon 2 calls back into the shop as they exit, "Pleasure doin' business! Don't be late next time or I'll catch your other horn, got me?"

You strain your ears to listen from your vantage point and hear what might be a soft whimper of a response. Whatever poor shopkeeper they've shaken down can't even speak.

The goons don't seem to care, just giving each other a look for a moment before starting to head off. Looks like to another stop before HQ.

This could be your chance.

They haven't noticed you at all from where you're hidden up high. You're supposed to be laying low, but you have good hands and you'll be able to follow them well from the roofs. It wouldn't be too hard to pickpocket them. Just a bump on the right street corner.

Though a second glance at the shop name tells you it's some kind of antique store. They could have some valuable items in there. You could also put that social engineering to use and get some info.

>A) Follow them
>B) Enter the shop
>C) ____
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No. 1080111 ID: 8f9bc4

Damn someone's a wall climbing badass...
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No. 1080131 ID: 462d8c

A) Follow them goons
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No. 1080132 ID: 5bb274

B) Help the store owner and he'll be liable to rant about something that nobody realizes is an exploit.
Don't follow the goons, they may be dumb but they can smell you a mile away.
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No. 1080165 ID: f2cf5a

>>1080109
>B) Enter the shop

Play the avenger and they might spoil something interesting.
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No. 1080435 ID: bba018
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1080435

>Don't follow the goons, they may be dumb but they can smell you a mile away.

That's true. Your initial hope was that they wouldn't notice when their spoils were stolen until much later. If they did notice, that may be a different story.

You resist the temptation to follow them and climb down from the roof swiftly after the Wolf Bite goons are out of sight.

When you enter, a bell attached to the door jingles with a sad novelty. The smell of dust and wood engulfs you quickly after. It's like you've walked into a tomb that doesn't know it's dead. There's too much to see, a collection of objects from different eras of this dimension, laid bare to tell a history you haven't cared to explore before.

You sense magic here. It shocks you for a moment. Where are they? Were they made here? Or did someone else bring them?
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No. 1080436 ID: bba018
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1080436

You look to your left at a figure meekly seated behind the counter. He stands quickly, collecting himself at the sound of a customer entering. Your eyes draw automatically to the broken horn on his head and the glasses hanging from his apron pocket. A fine line of a crack on the lens catches your eye when he shifts in the light.

You resist wincing at the sight of him. It's pitiful. How long have they been living like this?

You never cared for the activity of the gangs or others you have armed. What they did was not your business, only what they could give you.

Even now, you find it hard to feel guilty. It would be empty to feel it after everything.

Your thoughts turn instead to curiosity. Is this Julien's influence? Or were the Wolf Bites always extorting people?
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No. 1080437 ID: bba018
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1080437

He smiles at you despite it. "Welcome valued customer. Please let me know if you need any help."

>Play the avenger and they might spoil something interesting.

Hmm.. You're not typically the savior type, but you'll put on any face that proves useful. The only issue is that you aren't the best with comforting words. You can trick, lie, and joke, but being genuine is not your strong suit.

What do you say?
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No. 1080440 ID: f2cf5a

>>1080437
Don't have to get too out of character for this kinda thing. "Mostly? Information. Your last...customers. Didn't seem like they bought anything, did they? I've found they have a habit of doing that. I intend to collect what's owed."
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No. 1080443 ID: eb0a9c

"You uh... you're not going to flatline on me, are you?
Anyways, I'm here to browse. There's something worth restoring and reselling in this shop, I can feel it."
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No. 1080936 ID: 16433f
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1080936

You approach slowly, the words just tumbling out "You uh... you're not going to keel over on me, are you?"

He blinks at you. His face slowly colors red and he laughs nervously. "My bad. I-I'm alright. I'm used to it."

You eye him before clearing your throat and leaning on the counter, "That's the thing. Your last few... customers. Didn't seem like they bought anything, did they? Well, I intend to collect what's owed. And I'll need information to do it."

He stares at you as he tries to gauge how serious you are. There's a hint of fear and doubt at your rather meager appearance. You get it. If you were extorted for years by a bunch of big sharp toothed oafs you'd be doubting any schmuck walking in saying they're the next hero in town.

He looks off to the side, hands fidgeting behind the counter, "I don't.. I don't know how much I can help with that. But if that's all you need, ask away."

You get right to it. "How often do they come by?"

"Um. Once a month. I'm not the only one.. But it's my fault, really. I took a loan from them when my family business was going under."

"Does every shop around here owe them money? How much do you owe?"

"I'm not sure. Most of the ones here will owe something. If you don't take the loan, they'll come in and intimidate people and drive out your customers." He sighs. "But I owe a lot. They keep charging me interest... I'm over ten thousand..."

Sounds like they just want to keep this poor guy in debt.

"If everyone's feeling the heat, why don't you guys poison their coffee? There's got to be a few restaurants they regular."

He jumps at the insinuation, looking around as if he's going to get caught. "It-It's not all like that. If they like what you sell, they'll spend a lot. There's a few businesses that thrive from their... excessive spending. If anyone were to try something serious... Someone would say something."

Well, that definitely explains all the brothels you passed by. If you were the type to plan long term, you'd start out by paying the sex workers off for information. Yet, as romantic as uniting the city and starting an uprising would be, you have about a day and a half to kill off one guy.
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No. 1080939 ID: 16433f
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1080939

"You ever met the boss, Julien?"

He glances towards the door before speaking low, "No... No I haven't. I don't really want to. He has an unpleasant attitude from what I've heard.. But it wasn't always like this. Ever since what happened two years ago... It's. It's been hell."

You wince, "Right. What's the difference exactly?"

He sighs, tone wistful, "They used to protect us. Sure, it would get bad sometimes with the violence or the money tossed around. We'd have to close shop early or fight with insurance claims. But it was difficult back then with all the other gangs around. At least you knew Akito was one of our own."

Damn. Well... Shit. You can't say much to that.

Hm. But why does Akito sound familiar?

"Is that who lead the Wolf Bites before?"

"Yes, I think they made the gang about 6 years ago. I would've joined it if I wasn't a wimp." He laughs, "It was made up of locals when the Bulls would still bother people."

The Bulls are the gang over in STEAK. You've had a few dealings with them before. They're a lot more short tempered and broke on account of their bad bookkeeping.

But, you do have a few REGULARS over at STEAK. You haven't tried contacting them since all this shit has been going on. They could know something about Julien's alternate ARMS SOURCE. Or maybe they're tapping into it too.

That's enough for you to chew on for now.
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No. 1080940 ID: 16433f
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1080940

You thank the shopkeeper, "Anyway, don't mind me browsing. There's something worth getting here, I can feel it."

He gives you another smile, "Of course, let me know if you need anything else."

You can take your time to think of more questions to ask him as you continue.

As you look around the shop, you find a number of items that give off a magical feel. (You won't know what the item can do until you ACTIVATE the magic of the item or use IDENTIFY.)

CURRENT SELECTION (3 ITEMS MAX):
- A CRYSTAL BALL (25C)
- A BUTTERKNIFE (5C)
- A CHIPPED CERAMIC FROG (20C)
- A CLOWN DOLL W/ A MISSING ARM (30C)
- A BROKEN DESK CLOCK (30C)
- AN OLD RING (60C)
- A MUSIC BOX W/ FADED PAINT (60C)
- A CARVED ANTELOPE HORN (75C)

With your natural experience as an ARMS DEALER, you can determine that each item's current value could be DOUBLED when sold in the future, regardless of the item's current properties. However, if the magic within it is useful enough you'll be able to further MAXIMIZE the price.

You have 75C worth of GIFTCARDS. You are UNSURE if the shopkeeper would be willing to take them. You could also try BARGAINING or even STEALING when he's not looking.

Do you take the risk and buy/steal item(s) without knowing their properties? Or try to activate one of the items here at the risk of setting off an unknown spell?

You could also try your luck and attempt to draw IDENTIFY. An item from the selection and a winning number (between 1-5) will need to be picked.

Intuition Uses: 2.

[Current Deck Spells: FIREBALL, FLEE, IDENTIFY, BURST, and DANCE]
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No. 1080942 ID: 462d8c

IDENTIFY the ceramic frog. Winning number of 4
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No. 1080969 ID: f2cf5a

>>1080940
Music box speaks to me. Maybe the old ring.
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No. 1081085 ID: 3dd74f

>>1080942
Agreed. Use intuition. Winning numbers 1 & 4.
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No. 1081129 ID: 5ebd37

Maybe stick to the smallest items if we're going to be carrying them around. The ring, say.
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No. 1081256 ID: a7ddda

rolled 2, 5 = 7

Target Spell Card: IDENTIFY
Winning Numbers: 1 and 4

Intuition has been used. Fate has been cast.
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No. 1082143 ID: 32f4b5
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1082143

When you examine the old ring, you note the tentacle carvings in the silver that slowly curl into a held pearl. You can intuit that there's likely some type of enhancement magic stored inside. That's usually how it is with rings. People like subtlety with their power, whether it helps them charm another person or lets them jump 30 ft higher than normal. Though there's a staticy feel to it when you run your thumb over the metal. It's intriguing, the other rings you have tend to be more plain.

You pocket the ring easily. It's small enough and sleight of hand is one of your fortes.

Comparatively, the music box is plain. The wood is a polished oak with simple gold paint that's faded and chipped in certain areas. You can even make out the grain. You open it just slightly to test and hear a few unrecognizable notes play, then a slight vacuum of pressure. A balloon inflating. You quickly shut it. Just in case something comes out.

You're unsure about taking it, but you leave it close to you as something to bargain over.

Lastly, you examine the ceramic frog. It's small enough to fit in the palm of your hand. It's painted a minty green and in its hands it holds what looks like a crystal. It's clear, polished and pink like a typical quartz.

The magic inside it is more subtle. You wouldn't have noticed it at first if you weren't taking your time. This one also feels like it has some type of enhancement.

Your curiosity is piqued. These items feel like they've been dropped here over time from other interdimensional travelers. Maybe this dimension is more of a focal point than you first thought. Strange. You're not the only one getting away with things here.

Just to be sure, you take out your magic deck. The deck shuffles itself when you move to try and draw IDENTIFY. You can never cheat the deck, it's always luck. You close your eyes, taking a deep breath as you try to feel for the right card.

Instead, you draw DANCE.
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No. 1082146 ID: 32f4b5
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1082146

Like all your spells when drawn, the DANCE card glows then disintegrates as the magic is activated.

Immediately, you are compelled beyond your meager mind to dance like no tomorrow. The shopkeeper is also hit with the effect and starts to do a novice tap dance routine. He's so startled he doesn't even speak.

Huh, you wouldn't have expected him to be the tap dancing type.

Your limbs meanwhile punch in and out. Hands and feet flying and flossing. Doing some type of DDR shit right now. Abruptly, your body drops to the floor with your hands on the ground as you start to do the worm.

On principle, you no longer have shame, so the routine is of little effect against your mental state.
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No. 1082149 ID: 32f4b5
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1082149

"WHAT'S GOING ON????" the shopkeeper is practically screaming as his tap dancing feet carry him away, "SKIES ABOVE HELP ME"

Your expression is deadpan despite your gyrating form. "Chill out. Take some deep breaths."

Your bodies magnetically pull towards each other into a type of tango. Hells alive. Your hands clasp as your other holds his hip. Looks like you're leading this one.

The sweat pouring from his frazzled face glints in the warm light of the antique shop. He looks terrified as you lead him in step. His breaths just barely getting even as you move.

The magic compels you both to dodge out of the way of the various shelves and items all around the shop. Shoes clattering in rhythm against the wooden floor. Some dust kicks up in a cough from the unusual movements of its dancing patrons.

"Would you believe me if I said that this is a dream?" You spin him around and he surprisingly does well on his feet.

The shopkeeper blushes, "I don't. Maybe? No!"
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No. 1082150 ID: 32f4b5
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1082150

You start to laugh at the absurdity of it all. A breathless ha, ha, ha followed by the shopkeeper's own nervous voice. Looks like it's getting to him too.

Your magic is always like this. You want one thing. One simple spell at a convenient time. Yet, fate decides where you step, where you go, what you do, what you say. There is no escape for as long as you live.

But you've accepted this long ago.

Fate decides, but it is yours. It has always been yours. You might as well go with the flow of it. And when you need to defy it. You will.

The spell ends just as you dip him. Much sooner than the typical spell due to this archaic world suppressing it. At least there's a small benefit to that.

He looks at you. You don't look back. The time on the grandfather clock is more eye-catching.

It's now 5:15 PM.
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No. 1082152 ID: 32f4b5
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1082152

You unceremoniously drop him to the floor. The shopkeeper yelps as he lands on his back. Looks like no ones taught him how to fall properly.

You stand straight, hand moving to wipe your forehead. The physical exertions of the day have been compounding on your body. You'll need to eat again soon before you pass out from exhaustion. What a mess.

The shopkeeper pants, unused to the exertion. Adrenaline courses through him as he examines himself. His hands pat his clothes then his face. Checking for puppet strings.

"I. That. That was magic? Magic right? What the wolves use?" His hands grasp his face tightly in almost panic, "I haven't felt it before but I saw it once. That felt... I don't even know!"

"Yeah, it was magic. You feeling alright?"

He stares at you and laughs nervously, "I don't know. Yes? Was that because of you?"

This could get tricky.

You have the OLD RING and the CERAMIC FROG. It's enough spoils to get by and dip. A new spell card has also appeared in your deck that you can check at any time.

You could ask him more specific questions since he seems receptive. Maybe at the cost of revealing things about yourself.

What do you do?
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No. 1082182 ID: 8f9bc4

Just tell him you're really bad at magic, so just trying to identify what to buy kind of backfired on you. It's a harmless effect, luckily. Don't tell him you could have drawn FIREBALL instead.

Also don't cast any other spells unless you're sure you can deal with the results when you inevitably draw FIREBALL.
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No. 1082345 ID: 32f4b5
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1082345

The half lie comes easily past your lips, "Yeah, but it's not what I wanted to happen. I'm not that great with magic, so things like this happens sometimes. No real harm, though."

He buys it easily and nods. Can't argue when your knowledge is as deep as a drop. "Oh, oh that's cool! What did you want to happen?"

"Just wanted to check a few items you had in here. Some of them could be useful to me." You eye the music box.

He looks at you with a curious eye. It's clear he wants to understand what useful means to you. His gaze then drops to the bloody bandages around your waist, like he's just now noticed them, the perspective from the floor helping guide his eye.

You note the way the shopkeepers brows twitch in an attempt to hide his reaction.

He moves to stand quickly and brushes himself off. What he's noticed is quickly compartmentalized away, in favor of being in a better mood. It's a wise decision. "I see. Well, depending on what it is I could give you a discount. I don't know how it'll go with the Wolves, but if you have magic, you should be able to do anything."

You open your mouth to say otherwise but you quickly close it. Instead, clearing your throat, "Right. Now we're talkin. I was eyeing this music box actually." You gesture to it, "All I have on me are gift cards, if you're willing to take them."
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No. 1082346 ID: 32f4b5
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1082346

His brows furrow as he moves to pick up the music box. With one hand holding the bottom of it he opens it without fear. The magic inside does not activate. Magical objects tend to be rendered moot, even with their passive effects, if they're handled by someone with no magical knowledge or talent.

The tune starts to play. It's a slow.. almost melancholic rhythm. One you don't recognize.

A small golden figurine of what looks like a cherub rotates as the song plays. It holds a trumpet up to its lips, posed mid dance, or maybe mid flight? It's a cute thing. Intriguing. What kind of enchantment does this have? Is it holy?

The shopkeeper's voice interrupts your thoughts, "If it's a debit gift card, I can take it. Can you do 50?"

Your own bargaining sense is triggered, "How about 30?"

He looks at you in surprise at the lowball number, voice surprisingly firm, "45."

"40."

There's a pause as he stares at you with a slight squint. You hold steady. You're both shopkeepers when it comes down to it.

"42. I haven't had that many sales."
Not too bad. He did just get robbed, "Okay, deal."

He gives you a nod as you both head to the front counter to process the transaction. Thankfully, the giftcard doesn't decline.

You have 33C left.
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No. 1082347 ID: 32f4b5
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1082347

>Also don't cast any other spells unless you're sure you can deal with the results when you inevitably draw FIREBALL.

That one's always the kicker. Though you don't draw FIREBALL as often as your other spells. The worst incident was in Dimension 2-73PP. You can still hear the singing.

You'll try drawing IDENTIFY again when you find a nice alleyway to hole up in.

For now, you tuck the music box under your arm. You don't trust this guy enough to see you use your inventory cards.

He wipes his forehead with the back of his hand and leans a bit on the counter, "So, um, what else can you do?"

You put a finger to your lips, "Well, I gotta keep that a secret. Who knows what kind of nose will smell it." You pause, thinking quickly, "Maybe I could tell you something interesting, if you have anything good?"

He squints again then nods, catching your drift, "Again, I'm not sure how useful my information would be, but ask me anything."

You're cutting close to an hour before Eiko might show up again. She did say 1-2 hours, but it's best not to overestimate.

To save time, pick two options.

Do you:
>Ask about the Wolf Bites (their compound, goons, or former leader Akito)
>Ask about the Bulls
>Ask about another location or person (to visit)
>Ask about an item
>Ask about Salt City
>Ask about Divine Balance
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No. 1082361 ID: 462d8c

Ask about the Wolf Bites' compound, and maybe about the Bulls
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No. 1085433 ID: 2f41db

>>1082347
Ask about the wolves.
He mentioned them already.

Frame it like you want to avoid them and that kinda trouble.

You may not be here for long but no need to leave yourself open.

Even if he hates them, he could call in to the bites telling them you were asking after them in an effort to gain credit with them before the next shakedown.

If you play the role of another potential victim looking to avoid them and frame any question around that, he'd have nothing to gain and may even empathise enough to answer.
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No. 1090641 ID: d1dff1
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1090641

>If you play the role of another potential victim looking to avoid them and frame any question around that, he'd have nothing to gain and may even empathize enough to answer.

Pretending to be scared now will only seem more suspicious. Being avoidant though, you can work with.

"You know anything about the compound? Seems like if I walk anywhere near it they'll shoot me point blank."

The shopkeeper chuckles nervously, "Oh, that building used to be an old research facility before they took it over. It had two other buildings next to it before they demolished them." He pauses, "They got rid of them. But they didn't... do a good job of it..."

You gesture for him to continue.

"For a while... the sites were like sinkholes. They buried most of the debris, but you could watch them go down. Just... sinking the entire day."

Maybe there was more to that garage than you thought. If both buildings had deep enough underground floors they might have been connected.

"You think they were connected under there?"

He shrugs, "Maybe partially? I remember that shipment trucks would go down there, but only to the middle building."

There it is. Maybe the underground pathway isn't fully blocked out. If you're lucky, you could avoid anyone knowing how you got in entirely.

"You don't think they filled them in?"

The shopkeeper gets this troubled expression, "I can't say..."

"Right."
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No. 1090642 ID: d1dff1
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1090642

"The Bulls, they been around recently?"

The Bulls are known for cage fighting. Mainly making their money on childish stuff like cock fights or desperate people. They've had it out for the Wolves for dwindling their fighter base by paying off their contracts. Purely just to piss them off. It could have been a symbiotic relationship, if their leaders weren't hard headed as hell.

"I don't see them as often as before. Sometimes they'll come by just to shop around, but they keep to themselves," he pauses, seemingly lost in thought, "One did come by in the past week and asked me a few things. Stuff about other gangs"

"Other gangs?"

He gestures, "There's been an uptick in 'tourists' lately."

Hmm.. Everyone seems to be sensing blood about to hit the water. The Bulls would massively benefit with the Wolf Bite leader gone. While the Bite's are fighting over who's going to take over, they can snatch up more territory and fighters. Maybe crush them entirely.

Your goals would align momentarily in that sense.
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No. 1090643 ID: d1dff1
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1090643

You thank the shopkeeper for being helpful, but there's always that nagging thought in your mind.

>Even if he hates them, he could call in to the bites telling them you were asking after them in an effort to gain credit with them before the next shakedown.

You tried not to give too much info about yourself, just in case. But you wouldn't be surprised if he calls in right after you're out of earshot. It would put a massive dent in your plans. The Bites would go on high alert if they thought anyone was going to try breaking in.

You weigh now, the option of killing him. It would put him out of his misery of getting beaten down every other day. And it'll save you the trouble of worrying about what he's going to do.

Besides, you got all the useful information you could need. Right?
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No. 1090644 ID: d1dff1
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1090644

For the rest of the hour, you hole up in a dark alleyway to look over the items and only manage to set off FIREBALL once. You get slightly singed clothes and the heavy scent of burnt plaster for your trouble.

Here's what you find:

CERAMIC FROG (Enhancer) - Allows the user to leap up to 30ft forward or upward while held.

HARMONIC MUSIC BOX (Magitech) - Temporarily stuns all those within hearing range for the length of the song (30 seconds).

The CERAMIC FROG can prove very useful to you with your current mission. You reason that since it's a new acquisition, you won't squirrel it away in your INVENTORY forever. You'll keep it in your pocket just in case. Current value of 150C.

The HARMONIC MUSIC BOX is valuable as a low-grade magitech item. This you'll store away to repair and sell for later. Current value of 500C. Maybe 750C to start.

After another spellcard sets off, you decide to take a break from identifying. With some careful wall scaling you manage to make out the debris sites that the antique guy described.

There's an array of shallow holes along the surface of each previous building. Debris is scattered among it. It's not a neat clean up by any means, but you can identify some good spots to try weaseling down into.

You now have two ways of entering the compound for tomorrow's ambush:
>1) Scale it
>2) Go underground
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No. 1090645 ID: d1dff1
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1090645

As it gets closer to 6:30PM, you walk around and internally assess everything you've learned.

>1) Julien's made the Wolf Bite presence significantly worse on everyone in the city after overthrowing Akito
>2) The presence of magical objects that were not the norm before
>3) The new presence of the cult DB
>4) Eiko's odd attachment to the Bites
>5) Your interests align with the Bulls & other gangs

You pause your walk as an unfamiliar car pulls up to you suddenly. You brace yourself for the doors opening up and for people to rush out.

Instead, the tinted window rolls down, revealing a familiar figure.
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No. 1090646 ID: d1dff1
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1090646

Eiko's werewolf form is... larger than you expected. She practically has to hunch over the wheel to fully fit in the driver seat. Biceps bigger than your head. Impressive.

Reminds you of how close you got to getting mauled in your first encounter.

You make your voice playful, "Sooo, how'd it go?"

Her ears pull back in clear irritation, "Get in the damn car."

You snidely obey, peeling into the passenger seat of the beat up car. The cuffs are gone from her wrists and so is your jacket.

You sit back in your seat and you pull the mask down, "You're all big."

She huffs, reminiscent of an irritated teen, "It's the only way they take me seriously."

You nod, understandingly, "They bought it?"

She nods back, "For now. They're still mad they lost some grunts and they couldn't get anything else. Kept your jacket too."

"I bet as a trophy."

Eiko laughs dryly, wrinkling her snout, "God that'd be gross. Hung up on the wall and stinking up the place."

"It'll stiffen up like a dead body. Next thing you know, they'll be treating it like an heirloom and passing it around. Big game, big jacket."

She snorts and smacks her paw against the wheel. "Yeah, yeah. How did it go with you? Find anything useful?"

You shrug, "There's some activity with the other gangs around. Nothing good for y'all, that's for sure," you've considered how much to omit, "Danced around with some shop staff and got a mini history lesson about the Bites."

You watch Eiko's reaction carefully. Looking for some type of tell. Or giveaway. Although her wolf features are harder to read, her ears look more alert. "What did they say?"

You roughly summarize it for her. The public perception & how it all started out, then on to how it is now. Eiko seems to be deep in thought as you speak. Features tight. You can almost hear the way her teeth seem to be grinding together.

There's some real beef there. You lean a little closer to the door in case you need to make a quick duck and roll escape.

Instead, she cusses Julien out under her breath for the rest of the ride.

"He never should've trusted him. Never should've taken that little bastard in."
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No. 1090647 ID: d1dff1
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1090647

Eiko's apartment is farther out in the edge of the city where there's a slight residential district. It's a five story building in surprisingly good condition. She even has a little garage to park her car at.

It's nice. Too nice for the type of girl she is, in the type of work she's in.

She grabs her bag from the trunk and leads you up the stairs still wolfed out. Thankfully, Eiko's still lost in thought, so there's little conversation as you absorb all the details of the building from entrance to floor.

Tacky cream painted walls and floors with lint-thin carpet. Wall art of random paint strokes and flowers. A heavy chemical perfume that tries to mask it all. It screams cut corners and overpriced. Gentrified, even here, in this gang-driven city.

Before she opens the door to her apartment, you almost imagine that you're going to walk into a secret rich kid's space. It would explain how she pays this off and her gang dues with no side jobs she's mentioned so far.

Instead, she opens the door to the most bare minimum apartment you've seen. Still large, as expected. But it reminds you of your college days, when all your furniture was found from dumpsters or other kids moving out.

It's too quiet, there's more space than there is anything to fill it. Nothing covers the walls except the windows. No plants, no decor, all function. A bare minimum of furniture occupies the living room like a checked list: couch, old coffee table, box tv stand, tv.

Damn bitch... you live like this?

She kicks her shoes off and gestures, "Set your stuff down next to the couch. That's where you'll be sleeping. I'll be ordering takeout for dinner, so just do whatever. Don't touch anything."

"No promises."

There's a good amount of ground to cover. You can try and explore and gather more clues about Eiko or talk to her directly. The more you understand her, the better you can gauge if she's a trustworthy ALLY. A common goal only gets you so far from being stabbed back once it's done.

Though, you have a feeling that if you want to explore her bedroom, she'd have to be DISTRACTED or PERSUADED.

Options:
>A) Explore Porch
>B) Explore Kitchen
>C) Explore Bathroom
>D) Talk to Eiko (Choose Subject)
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No. 1090662 ID: 2f41db

>>1090647
Ask if you can get a drink and what she wants.

Explore the kitchen under the pretence of making tea, coffee or whatever shes wanting.

Icebreaker mainly.
Place is big but voice can carry.
Compliment her commitment to the minimalist style.
Keep it light.
Build trust.
Ask her take on the bulls if theyre the likely successor in the power vacuum you teo are planning on making.
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No. 1090726 ID: d1dff1
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1090726

>Ask if you can get a drink and what she wants.
>Explore the kitchen under the pretence of making tea, coffee or whatever shes wanting.

"You want something to drink?"

Eiko eyes you at the oddly polite gesture, but concedes, too tired to try and argue, "Nothing alcoholic right now. I need to think. There's a teapot in the cabinet to the right of the microwave."

After taking your boots off, you turn towards the kitchen. It's of the times, the cabinets painted over in white, a chipped gas stove, and vaguely stone counters. There's no oil splashes anywhere on the stove or bottom of the microwave. You figure Eiko is either a meticulous cleaner or she rarely cooks.

You open both cabinets above the microwave. There's a few tea boxes and spices but the top racks look empty. A beaten up metal teapot sits on the bottom rack, so you grab it. Behind it is a nicer clay teapot with a matching set of cups. It sits neglected.
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No. 1090727 ID: d1dff1
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1090727

>Icebreaker mainly.
>Build trust.

As you fill the metal teapot with water, you clear your throat, projecting your voice as Eiko moves about the space just passed your view, "So, you've got a real minimalist thing going on here."

She seems to laugh, "I don't like having too much stuff. It weighs me down."

You can relate to that. Almost too well.

The pot meets the stove and you turn the burner on. Click, click, click. "Me too. Helps that I just travel all the time."

"Do you?" Her voice sounds amused, "I don't know what's normal for time traveling criminals."

You chuckle as you press your fingers and knee against the hinge of the bottom cabinet, softening the sound as you open it, "I travel dimensions. Not time. Time can change depending on the dimension. It could be the stone ages in one or a sci-fi movie in another."

There's a pot and a few mixing bowls in the cabinet. You slowly lift the lid and see a gun inside. You close the lid.

"How is that different? Isn't time a dimension?"

"And magic's real." You laugh lightly, "It's just what I've learned to say. I don't know much about all the science and theories, but from what I've scraped together, each dimension is just a cut layer of something bigger. Think of a diamond. Each cut is unique, even symmetrical, but it's a part of one big thing. And each cut is a world. The ultimate shape, I guess, is our universe."

You pause to let her process the information. Truth be told, you've had a few people explain it to you in more complex ways, but it all sounded too complicated to memorize. "I don't know what that shape looks like, but it must be huge. I've been to worlds so different from each other that they might as well be on opposite sides. Seen people that don't look like you or me. To top it all off, there are beings that exist outside or within multiples of those dimensions. We call them extra-dimensional. You call them gods."

You open the top drawer to test the sound it makes. It's oddly smooth, but Eiko's silence makes it sound like a bomb dropping. You see an array of neatly arrange cutlery. Some knives and chopsticks. You lift the cutlery organizer to look underneath and see an envelope taped to the hollowed bottom. You pick up a spoon.

You continue your lecture when she stays quiet, "Because of how each world is arranged, it's easy to cross over to the next one. That's how typical dimensional travel works. You find that boundary? You can cross. You might not even notice, each neighboring world is only slightly different. They reflect each other. Each boundary is different. There could be an entire solar system contained in one layer or just one endless plain."
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No. 1090728 ID: d1dff1
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1090728

Eiko finally speaks, "It's that easy?"

You open the next drawer just enough to get a peek. It's all plastic bags. Next one.

"It's like crossing states. But it gets harder when you're traveling cross country, you get me? That's where it's regulated. You need something special to really jump around, but you leave a signature when you do. And if you get caught doing it without permission, they'll take your ass in or kill you."

The next drawer has a bunch of snacks. You take out a few of them to put on the counter.

"Who's they? How do you move around?"

You look back at the teapot. "They're the Wolf Bites for dimensions, DB," you laugh, "criminal enterprise, cult, gang. Whatever. You're too small to worry about them."

Her tone sounds annoyed, "They're the only ones? I doubt it."

"They are. They monopolize all their competition. And I hate to say it, but they have some of the best magitech around. Since they were the first to make the most efficient travel gear across worlds, they've been keeping that title and spreading their influence. Only those within the camp can use them, so they sell their service as regulators. Most extra-dimensional beings don't care for their service. Not until people like me show up and start disrupting the natural order of their playground."

You move towards the other bigger cabinets and peek into them. Protein shakes, vitamins, plates, bowls, and more empty racks. Makes you wonder how often she eats. You take a few of the smaller plates and start to open and set the snacks on them. Like this is a tea party.

Eiko's voice is incredulous. You haven't heard her make any sounds, yet she still remains out of view, "And you just... do that? Aren't you the reason they even need to regulate it?"
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No. 1090729 ID: d1dff1
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1090729

There are many reasons you could give for what you do. It's money, of course. You do all this to make money. You want to live well. Eat well. Do as you please. But you can never settle. You can't find peace with this target on your back.

So, you make money. You'll make a lot of it. You'll make so much fucking money that you can suffocate in it.

"Yeah, why not? Fuck em"

The teapot starts to whistle. Time's up. You hurry to tend do it, dropping oolong teabags into mismatched mugs. You wont touch the tea set. You want to keep this light.

Eiko finally walks into view to plop down onto the couch. She's changed into more comfortable clothes.

"You want some sugar or milk in these?"

She looks at you, like she's making calculations in her head, "That sounded personal." She pauses, "There's honey next to the fridge."

You nod and add all the sweets. As you move to grab the milk you open the fridge, there's soju, beer, bread, and a few tupperwares in various states of decay. You check the expiration date of the milk twice before pouring it into your mug. Last thing you need is the shits.

You set everything down on the coffee table, sprawling on the other end of the couch, "Everything becomes personal. I've been at this a long time."

Eiko snorts, picks up her mug, then hands it to you. "Take a sip."

Smart. You grin and pluck it from her hand to sip without hesitation. She takes it from you a few seconds after you swallow. Looks like you're both testing each other.

After you clear your throat you gesture, "You've been at it a long time too."
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No. 1090730 ID: d1dff1
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1090730

She rolls her eyes, "I couldn't exactly rush it. If you weren't here, it would take me a few more years."

You lift your mug up, "Cheers to that." You eye each other, "So, you think the Bulls will take over after we're done?"

Eiko glares but sips her tea, staring into it for a moment, "Like hell. Over my dead body that I'll let those cunts even try it."

Your eyebrows almost fly off of your face. "Really? So you'll take over? If the Wolves disband they'll take advantage of that."

There's an awkward pause. It tells you all you need to know. She hasn't thought it through passed the point of killing Julien. Maybe she thought she'd have a few more years to think about it.

"I couldn't talk to Julien directly." She avoids your eyes as she changes the subject, "It looked like he was in a meeting, but I don't know with who."

You speak without missing a beat, "Could be anyone. Could be the Bulls."

She shakes her head, "He hates them as much as I do. When I tried asking, the other wolves said that he's been making deals."

Deals? It's got to be the new Arms Dealer then. This could be your chance.

"No description? How often have they been visiting?"

She shrugs, "Very recently. Maybe this month? It's pretty hush hush. The other wolves said they don't even come in through the front door. They just appear at Julien's office whenever they want."

Traveling unimpeded? Not many criminals can get their hands on tech that good. They'd need both wings or something equivalent. And your guy is already one of the best.

She continues, "Only Julien's seen them. Their meetings last at least an hour."
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No. 1090731 ID: d1dff1
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1090731

No suspects come to mind except one.

You hope it's not her. She's usually too strict about consorting with criminals. That would also mean she's been camping here a while and that's not her usual style. Your Archangel likes to ambush you at a random inopportune time. Usually in a building. Usually where there's a bed.

Eiko sips more of her tea as you are momentarily lost in your drunken horny thoughts, "Tell me more about a world you've been to."

Options:
>A) DIM 2-67SS: World of Glass
>B) DIM 3-30XO: Kingdom of Nox
>C) DIM 3-30NS: The Necropolis
>D) DIM 4-50LR: Solar Circuit
>E) ______ (No DIM Tag Needed)
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No. 1090732 ID: eb0a9c

Talk about the world where honking is a sacred musical art.
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No. 1090740 ID: dd3fe0

Tell us about that world with the Magitech Tallships In Space, sailing the luminiferous aether!
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No. 1090772 ID: 2f41db

Speak truth in what you share.
See if you can convey a bit of the beauty, wonder and terror of it all.
Because thats what it has to be, the sheer scale and potential of everything.

A world of glass sounds interesting.

Then the honking thing, whether its true or not.
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No. 1100474 ID: 546545
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1100474

It was cycles ago, on a cargo ship, as it traversed the well-worn interstellar Zutofian highway. Giant stars filled the galaxy, bathing space into a luminiferous aether, the heat radiation powerful enough to feed magitech engines for light years. You landed in this world after some cops broke down the door of the hotel you were staying at at the time, right into the supply closet of a spa resort center, to be exact. There you stayed for a few weeks to recuperate with bottomless mimosas and a swimming pool large enough that your float would be considered a minuscule island in its depths. Good times.

You managed to hitch a ride on a cargo ship after the crew sloppily crashed into your pod (or at least that's what you told them). They had one of the better ships on the dock, the helm polished with fresh copper paint lining its exterior. The bulk of their cargo were universal snacks and other beverages kept in temperature controlled rooms, the space equivalent of a vending machine refill crew. A minuscule target for space vagabonds. All the better for you.
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No. 1100475 ID: 546545
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1100475

Between trips from rec center to rec center, you'd ply whatever wares you'd acquire from each stop. Banned raunchy media and cigarettes were the main stock of interest to that particular crew, so it was easy to meet their demands. Guns didn't mean much to them except to flex, since their routes were on the safer side of space. They also really liked board games. A lot. You learned more about TTRPG's on that ship than you ever did at any other point in your life.

On this particular day, you managed to pin down the captain of the ship as they were taking a walk in the rec dome. They were a hard duck to catch, always busy with whatever paperwork or travel coordinates they had to keep track of at all times of the day. But, they were the most loaded out of everyone there, and had a fascination with knick-knacks and other sentimental junk that could catch their eye.

Also, a real easy mark. You could practically hear slot machine noises every time you saw them.
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No. 1100476 ID: 546545
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1100476

"Just got this one in stock. It takes in light through a modified glass lens and captures images of particular scenes that you point it at. And get this, it will take that captured image and synthesize it into a physical object in your hand. No need to buy anything to transfer the data and manifest it."

"Fascinating... And it doesn't use magic?"

"Not at all. You only need to plug it in for about 2-3 hours to let it charge. Should be good for days. And I'll give you the captain's discount of course."

"Hmmm.. Oh. Is that?"
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No. 1100477 ID: 546545
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1100477

In the corner of your eye, you just made out the vague movement in the distance.

You had never seen that before. Even with your excellent vision, you could only just make out their translucent forms as they swam through the endless ether. Space seemed to distort in them, the vague rays of light from the ship and stars just barely managing to capture their forms. The roiling masses, as it moved, vaguely clicked in your mind, as the shape of a whale. You were reminded then of how the ocean mirrored space.

"What are those?" It was awe in your voice.

"Hooohoo look at those! They're cosmodaes. You don't normally see them in this part of space, must be migrating."
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No. 1100478 ID: 546545
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1100478

A big one. Two small ones. Mother and child. Their bodies naturally translucent in order to blend in with the darkness of space, but when the light hit them just right, they would refract, as if made from glass.

"Looks like they're surrounding those asteroid chunks."

"Yup, they eat space debris. When they get real big, they'll be grown enough to eat a whole asteroid in one gulp. Maybe a moon too."

The mother cosmodae swam around the other two, gesturing, like it was teaching the others what they could eat.

"I haven't seen them before."

"Yeah, they're pretty rare nowadays. They get hit by ships a lot since they're hard to see. Poor things."

It's not often you see things like this anymore. For every world you've seen, you slowly became desensitized to the extraordinary. What is a bird to super computer? Walking on a scenic route to the act of calling fire to your hands? In this moment, you thought, what are you to this space whale? It likely didn't even understand what you were, or that you were even there.

As you both watched the cosmodaes eat their fill, you hear the radio on the captain's waist go off, a crackle of static. They moved to grab it and chuckled at you.

"She's singing."
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No. 1100479 ID: 546545
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1100479

Somehow, the vastness of the world seemed to wash over you as the whale song captured the ship radios, resounding in every inch of the ship. An alien yet familiar twinkle, the depth of a sonar and the rumble of shaking earth. A song of happiness about her family being fed. A simple thing. Beautiful.

The sheer size of this cosmodae could have been big enough to swallow all of you in a single gulp. Yet, she carried on, indifferent to her audience as her children had their fill.
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No. 1100480 ID: 546545
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1100480

"After that, we stopped at a planet that was really into clowncore honking music. Like it was gospel. One of the crew members became obsessed with playing it on the ship aux, so I left not too long after."

Eiko stares at you, speechless.

"I'm not lying, you know. I've seen a lot."

She contemplates this for a while, processing all that you've told her, and likely what she wants to do with this information. You don't blame her for not believing it outright.
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No. 1100481 ID: 546545
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1100481

Eventually, she takes a sip of her tea, staring off, "You're fucking with me."

"I'm not. Even if I took a pic of them it wouldn't be good. Like trying to capture the moon."

Eiko still seems suspicious, but eventually relents, tone wistful, "I wish I could've seen it."

You laugh and lean back to take a sip of your tea, "Yeah, it really was a once in a lifetime thing."

"Maybe I could see it one day."

You aren't sure how to answer that. The topic drops easily as she moves onto asking you other questions, though you can see in her eyes that she's still thinking about it. It's a dangerous hope brewing there. What you both have is temporary, after all.

What do you do?
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No. 1100484 ID: eb0a9c

"Well, I had to steal from an angel to get it. Good luck with that."
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No. 1100497 ID: 0db8d3

Well to do that, you'll need to kill an angel. Preferably two. You'll be marked for death though, hunted by powerful angelic assassins.

It's a dangerous life. Not for everyone.
There's nothin else like it, though.

I don't know for certain but that new dealer of Julian's? That sounds like an angel to me. If you want this life or just a fancy method of suicide, that's your best shot.
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No. 1100524 ID: 2f41db

>>1100481
Tell her what it cost you too.
If not exact, as that may compromise you, then impart the weight of it.
"Its not all good".

But...
You are an arms dealer, not a thief of dreams.
Just be real with her.
That it is out there, and its not beyond possibility, but its a sliver of a chance, that what worked for you may not work for her and the price it can extract may be heavier than it was for you.
Youre not trying to dissuade her.
Just arm her with the truth.
Its Not impossible, its not easy by a long shot and the cost may not be truly known until you are already stuck paying it.
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No. 1100536 ID: 73a678

>>1100481
It's not a wonderful life, what you live. It's one that's yours, though. Not easily gained, and not one you want to lose, either.

If she wants anything like that, no matter the reason, she's got to be willing to give up everything else. Peace of mind, happy future, all of that. It's a one way commitment. To slake that wanderlust might be worth it for some folks. Is it worth it to her?
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No. 1100552 ID: 546545
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1100552

Uncharacteristically, you decide to address it, clearing your throat and taking on a more serious tone, "Well, in order to travel around, I had to steal from an angel to get it. Good luck with that."

You can feel her gaze more intensely now, but you stare down into your tea instead of meeting her eyes. "That angel you mentioned before..."

You shake your head, "Not her, a different one. But I'd do a lot to take her wings too."

"Her wings?"

You explain the concept of the Angel Wing to her. How she'll likely have to kill an angel. Preferably two. It's not pretty stripping them off either, they're practically embedded into the flesh of the back, and can only be removed when they've been manifested. Killing comes with flaying, then the excrutiating pain of attaching it to your body. "Going off instinct here, it sounds like Julien's been consorting with one too. If you want this life or just a fancy method of suicide, that's your best shot."

She snorts, "You're just saying that."

>It's a dangerous life. Not for everyone.
>There's nothin else like it, though.
>Tell her what it cost you too.
>If not exact, as that may compromise you, then impart the weight of it.

"Everything comes with a price. I have the power to do what I want, but I've done a lot of bad shit to get it. Worse things than you can imagine. And I've been on the run for as long as I remember. This life isn't for everyone, it takes everything from you that you don't fight for. I don't have a home, a family, barely any friends, or peace of mind of where I'll be tomorrow."

"I have a lot of enemies that wouldn't think twice about selling me out or killing me on the spot. Got angelic assassins chasing me for every breath I take. I wake up half dead sometimes. I've lost limbs and been blown up more times than you can count, but I keep moving because I have to. There's nothing else waiting for me, except the kiss of a blade."

Eiko stares at you with a mixture of suspicion, "That sounds terrible," a pause, "Why keep going?"

"It is terrible." you lean your head back on the couch, "But I'm alive because it pisses people off. And I want them to stay pissed off. Not sure if that aligns with you the same."
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No. 1100553 ID: 546545
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1100553

There's another moment of silence before you bring it back around, "Of course, seeing what exists out there... It's unlike anything that can be."

Eiko stares down, contemplative, as you continue, "There's the cosmodaes, there's food out there that you can't even fucking believe. I've eaten things that have danced on the plate before they died. Drinks that taste like sweet liquid gold. Been to places where lights dance around the sky at night and castles travel on the backs of turtles. It's an endless frontier out there. I admit, you don't have to do what I do out there either, but you gotta keep some kind of living to maintain it."

She snorts, "Sounds like you just make it harder on yourself."

"Yeah, that's one way of putting it." Yeah, you have a bit of a sunk cost fallacy complex, okay? We all have something we dig too deep in.

"It's a full-time commitment, and yeah, I made it at about your age, but it's not easy. It's never easy."

She sighs, "No, it never is. Nothing's easy," her ears flatten, "But it sounds better than this."

"... Killing Julien?"

"No.. Just.. Everything else in my life. I don't know what I'm doing.. I thought I'd have more time to just concentrate on killing him. Building my life after it. But now that it's going to happen. Well." Looks like your intuition was just right.
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No. 1100554 ID: 546545
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1100554

"Hey, it's fine. You're young. First kills go like that."

"I don't have anything. What is there for me to lose, really? My brother's gone, my mom's old, I don't have a job or an education. The friends I had.. I cut them all off when he died. I was.. I was so angry. I don't know why. I threw it all away, like a fucking idiot. I threw my life away."

There's a snarl to her words now, "And I was. I was supposed to take this gang. Now it isn't right. I thought I'd have more time to build.. Something with them."

You're a bit surprised, yet you aren't, grief can do that. "To lead them?"

"I don't know! I don't know. I thought I could understand once I got there. Why. Why he started it. Why he spent his life for it. What made it all so fucking worth it? At least I understand now why you did it."
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No. 1100555 ID: 546545
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1100555

For the first time in a long time, you feel a pit in your stomach.

Eiko becomes eerily calm, yet tired, shoulders slumping. You try to find the words, but she beats you to it. Her words are icy, like she's held them in her chest for years, the fire dying away and leaving ash in the soil. Ground away by every winter past.

"Did Akito mean anything to you? My brother? Did you even meet him before Julien killed him? Was he anything to you, besides a concept?"

There it is.

You admit, you never met the former boss of the Wolf Bites. Not much to go off in looking for a family resemblance.

Do you LIE? Or tell the TRUTH?

Your answer will not change the objective.
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No. 1100557 ID: eb0a9c

Tell the truth. You didn't kill him, you never even met him, you just bought stuff from his employees.
But you're involved because Julien's idea of a 'business relationship' is to murder every trader that comes his way. That's bad for you, that's bad for everyone around him.
You put yourself first - but after that, the many come second. And Julien's an asshole who is going to kill many people, both by incompetence and direct murder. May as well kill him to shut him up.
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No. 1100610 ID: 73a678

>>1100555
It took longer than I want to admit to clue in why she was suddenly pointing the finger at him and stuff. NOW I get it. But.

Honestly, you might as well admit that no, you'd never met him. Thinking too hard about the people you step over to stay alive in this business is a fast way to die in it.

Knew at least one guy it happened to. Ran into each other slightly more than 'every now and then'. Jolly fella, seemed like. Almost was a friend. Wasn't even expecting it- you'd ran across each other near a bridge, chatted a bit, said bye, then you'd turned away and about 7 seconds later, *pop*.

Wasn't sniped.

(OOC- I know you said 'heavy themes including self harm may be explored (but not explicitly)' so adjust as necessary if you want to use this.)
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No. 1100618 ID: 142076

Truth

No. Never met him. Never saw him. Didn't know what he was about. To me this was just business. I don't know if Julien would have killed him or not without my goods, but I won't pretend that I didn't co-sign that check in a way.

You know, I try not to think about this sorta thing. The way it's come together though, it's like I just appear in people's lives suddenly, make them worse while making some sort of deal, only to then fight an angel and vanish.
Taking about it like this, it kinda sounds like I'm some sort of demon, doesn't it?
...
...
You know what? Forget I said anything. Yeah, I'm the shithead that sold Julien the guns he used to kill your brother. A person who... Like you said, was just a concept to me and nothin more.
Business as usual.
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No. 1100794 ID: 546545
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1100794

You consider the possibility of lying, of assuring Eiko that you did meet her brother. How they were a noble nice guy that didn't deserve to get cannibalized by their own gang. Or maybe a manipulative coldblooded boss that deserved what was coming to them. Though, wouldn't that paint you even worse?

>Truth

You decide to tell the truth in all its mundane ugliness, your hand falling away, "Nope, never met him. Never saw him. Didn't know what he was about, honestly. To me, this was just business. If it wasn't me and my goods, Julien would've found another way, believe me, but I won't pretend that I didn't co-sign that check in a way."

Eiko stays silent at your admission, her ears slowly pulling back.

You press on, a manic edge to your voice, "Hah, you know, I try not to think too hard about this sorta thing. With your brother, the city here, and all its broken people. The way that it's come together, it's like I just appear in people's lives suddenly, make them worse with some sort of deal, then fight an angel and vanish. Talking about it like this... it kinda sounds like I'm some sort of demon, doesn't it?"

"But if I think too hard about the people I gotta step over in this business, well, that's a fast way to die in it. Compassion's not something I can sell myself or other people on."
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No. 1100795 ID: 546545
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1100795

"I knew at least one guy it happened to. We ran into each other more than a handful of times. Jolly fella, seemed like. An arms dealer like me. Didn't need a wing to travel, just used this fancy magitech device. They exported goods from their homeworld all the time, real good stuff, the kind that gets you more than plenty in bounty hunters and other clientele either trying to kill you or sucking your dick."

Your voice stays casual in its manicness. You can only talk about this in jest. To think about it too seriously... It's not within your mental state.

"We crossed paths one time. I don't remember too much about it, what we talked about, but we were out by a bridge looking at the water. Guy seemed like the usual. Crackin' jokes. Then they handed me a pouch and told me it was a gift. I thought, man, what's the occasion?"

There's no pause between your words.

"Didn't answer me then. We said our goodbyes, I turned around. Then, well.." You mime the gesture, "You can guess what happened from there." You don't mention how you laughed after. How you threw up. How you ground through a set of molars trying to figure out whether to bury them or contact their family. How in the end, you rolled the body into the water and watched it float away into the horizon. How as you watched, a part of you felt jealous.

You take a deep breath, then laugh, "But you know what? Forget I said anything. Yeah, I'm the shithead that sold Julien the guns he used to kill your brother. A person who was just a concept to me and nothin more. Business as usual."

And what is there, to sugarcoat? You have to hammer it in, "To be like me, can you do what I do? Julien's a fucking idiot killing traders that he shouldn't, but what about the next guy you have to step on? Can you kill another one like your brother? Can you be at peace with that? If there's a kinder life that you want to live, I can't help you find that."
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No. 1100796 ID: 546545
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1100796

Eiko stands abruptly, cutting you out of your spell. You expect her to say something as she clutches her mug tightly with both hands.

....

There's the swing of movement--
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No. 1100797 ID: 546545
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1100797

"THAT'S FOR MY BROTHER, ASSHOLE!"

The hot tea burns your face on contact, soaking your hair and smattering your clothes, but you at least caught the movement soon enough to close your eyes. That would've sucked. The pain of the hot liquid stings as it cools on your skin, though overall negligible. You can already feel your skin starting to heal itself in itchy prickling waves.
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No. 1100798 ID: 546545
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1100798

Eiko stomps away a few seconds after you wipe your eyes. You only get the tail end of her exit before you hear a door slam and the sound of a loud vent turn on. She must've entered the bathroom.
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No. 1100799 ID: 546545
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1100799

Well... You guess you kind of deserved that. Though that's another jacket ruined in just one day. Now you are sticky, wet (not in a good way), bloody, hungry, and broke.

Fuck, you could go for a smoke right now...

ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED! VEX'S NO GOOD VERY BAD DAY

Despite Eiko's outburst, your relationship with her has not gotten any worse than it already was.

What will you do?

Options:

>A)Try to Reconcile w/ Eiko
>B)Sneak a Peek into Eiko's Room
>C)Smoke on the Balcony
>D)Check Phone
>E)Check Status Window
>F)____
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No. 1100800 ID: 0db8d3

Goddamnit. Shit got too real. Trying to reconcile now would just make shit worse. Girl needs time to process.
Speaking of which, fuck. A cigarette sounds fucking great right about now.

Hit the balcony for a cig to wind down and get our head straight. Don't even bother wiping the tea off our face.
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No. 1100803 ID: 73a678

>>1100800
>>1100799

Basically this.
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No. 1100990 ID: 546545
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1100990

>Hit the balcony for a cig to wind down and get our head straight. Don't even bother wiping the tea off our face.

You don't need to be told twice. Eiko probably needs a moment alone to process everything you've told her... Which you admit... You were a dick about...

But that's fine. You're alright with being another monster in her story... She'll come to her senses and realize that she shouldn't be around you for longer than necessary, and you can go back to a day ago when you didn't have to worry about someone's wellbeing that wasn't your own.

When you slide open the balcony door, the night air hits you, the cold of it especially chilling you to your bones from the dampness of the tea. It's a refreshing chill, as it grounds you and a clarity returns to your mind. The sound of motors running and the quiet thrum of nightlife blankets the city. You breathe it all in.

From your pocket, you take out a single cig, menthol & tobacco, nothing fancy. From your sleeve, you unsheathe your hunting knife, turning on the plasma cutter function to use as a makeshift lighter. The cigarette easily sparks against the heat as it presses against the blade. The sound of it is always distinct. A crackle instead of a low sizzle.

For a moment, you imagine pressing your thumb against it just to feel the heat.

You ignore that thought.
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No. 1100991 ID: 546545
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1100991

A calmness washes over you as you smoke and take in the city. For a moment, you are not you, but a part of something much larger than you are. Where morning feels far away, a life changing decision is made, and a dead man walks alive for a few more hours.

Do you:

>Recall the Past
>Switch Perspectives
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No. 1100995 ID: eb0a9c

Does 'switch perspectives' mean we get to catch Eiko... playing with her bathtub tabletop figures?
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No. 1101002 ID: 546545

>>1100995
By Switching Perspectives, 3 choices will be given. Eiko will be one of them.

Recalling the Past will allow you to play Vex as their younger self. Options will be given on which points in their life can be played.
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No. 1101026 ID: 66dbf9

>>1100991
Variety is the spice of life.

>Switch Perspectives
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No. 1101031 ID: 0db8d3

Switch perspectives sounds good. Let's see who we can be.
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No. 1101067 ID: 546545
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1101067

>Switch Perspectives

CUT SCENE initiated. A new character will be loaded momentarily.

Who will you be?

>A)Maggie, The Bookkeeper
>B)Violet, The Bloodhound
>C)Eiko, The Rightful Heir
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No. 1101075 ID: 66dbf9

>>1101067
Eiko is the first obvious choice, but Violet seems interesting. Bloodhound, huh?

...sure, her.
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No. 1101077 ID: 6c233e

Maggie
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No. 1101079 ID: eb0a9c

Violet
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No. 1101081 ID: 0db8d3

Violet sounds interesting, though I wouldn't mind seeing a bit of Eiko afterwards.
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No. 1101308 ID: f35d91

violet!
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No. 1101490 ID: 9f3801
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1101490

Time shifts to roughly half an hour ago. You are now VIOLET. Also known as THE BLOODHOUND of the Wolf Bites, on account of your excellent, almost CLAIRVOYANT sense of smell (that part you keep a secret). And the job pays well enough.

Not too long ago, you were tasked by your boss, Julien, to tail one of the member's and see if she's hiding anything.

He didn't give you much information to work on. All you know is that this member was in charge of an important mission and might have stolen some shit that she shouldn't have. When you spoke to some of the other Wolves for more info, it sounded pretty suspicious. Whole pack dies under her watch while she's walking around with barely a scratch.

To help with your search, the boss gave you what looks like a hood torn off from a jacket to use. Her scent's on there distinctly enough for you to smell. An almost chemical floral scent. And someone else's you don't recognize. Iron and sulfur.

When you first had a sniff, hazy flashes appeared in your mind. A fight. Gunshots. A dying howl. Desperation. Anger. A pair of handcuffs. A conversation.

Not enough for you to come to any fancy conclusions. More confusing, if anything. And gave you more of a headache than they usually do.
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No. 1101491 ID: 9f3801
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1101491

You've learned to take your time tracking her, since she's been driving around the city in a way that's slowly making you go fucking crazy. Her cars been circling the same damn blocks and winding all around the streets, back and fourth like a lost dog. It's like she knew she was going to be tracked. If it were anyone else doing this job, they would've given up from how confusing the scent trails go around, nevermind how it already starts fading away from general city smells.

And with how your nose works, you have to follow her pathway exact to keep the scent imagery clear. Unfortunately for you, that means circling the same 5 blocks for half an hour. On foot.

Though it looks like you're almost at the end of the trail as you approach the edge of the city.
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No. 1101492 ID: 9f3801
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1101492

Which leaves you to your thoughts. You haven't spoken to her before, but you've seen her around and heard the rumors. Hell, there's already one going around right now about her eating some body.

Purely based on appearance and scent alone, Eiko is one scary bitch. It's.. pretty hot.

How will you confront her?
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No. 1101496 ID: 73a678

>>1101492
Ideally? You don't. As said earlier: 'tail one of the members and see if she's hiding anything.' If you can, keep it outside of her sensory range if she has any way to keep tabs on her surroundings that you know of. If not, then keep it casual. IF she realizes you're there, you can honestly be halfway honest: 'Came around to make sure you've got things handled. I'm in the area for other shit and he said to stop in on you.' You're not there for other purposes, but that's not the point.

The point is making them believe you're there for a completely different reason than you are and thus not a threat, or making them think (or at least have to consider the idea) that you will be at X location at Y time, when you will really be at location Z. So wherever you give an excuse needs to be something either unverifiable but logically sound, or something obvious that any superiors she checks in with will recognize is a cover story and corroborate with you on.
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No. 1101497 ID: 6c233e

>>1101496
Aye, just some sneaky spying, with a plausible cover if she spots you.
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No. 1101499 ID: eb0a9c

If she's acting smarter than she usually does, she might not be alone. Plan for anything from her hiring an assassin, to her building up her own sub-gang.
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No. 1101732 ID: 9f3801
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1101732

>The point is making them believe you're there for a completely different reason than you are and thus not a threat
>Aye, just some sneaky spying, with a plausible cover if she spots you.

When you think about it more, keeping it to stealth may be the best method for avoiding any unnecessary conflict. Though it may prove difficult, if you can't spot her without her spotting you, you at least have a cover prepared. It's not unusual for the Boss to micromanage whenever he gets the chance.

You'll try to prioritize a more PASSIVE approach.

>If she's acting smarter than she usually does, she might not be alone.

The thought has you pause. From what you've observed, Eiko has a streak as a solitary wolf. She's avoided attending any parties or kickbacks other members host off the clock. People have called her the "straight to the point no-nonsense type" that makes her more popular with the old asses. And rarely has anyone seen her hustle for money the same way the newer pups do.

You wouldn't be surprised if she's been secretly loaded this whole time. Though you don't see why she would betray the gang just yet...

If she's trying to do something wild like start her own gang.. Now that would be unexpected. Colluding with other gangs is one thing, but you've got more friends than she does at this point. And you don't even like half of 'em.
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No. 1101733 ID: 9f3801
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1101733

As you walk, your eyes are drawn to some girls that look way out of place. Looks like.. some cosplayers? Their outfits are strange, similar to modified school uniforms.

You sniff the air. The scents have you wrinkle your nose, reminding you of that sulfuric smell from the hood you were given. While still different, almost silvery, it puts you on alert. You can't quite discern the connection from this far, but it's too much of a coincidence. How many strange people have been around town lately? Too many to count.

You perk your ears to try and hear their conversation...

Something about a party in a warehouse later tonight. A little too early for Halloween. Maybe it's a themed event?

You note this for later, then refocus on your mission.
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No. 1101734 ID: 9f3801
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1101734

As you try to focus and refind the scent trail, a familiar face pokes out of the approaching alley to greet you. Having spotted you first.

It's Kenji. He's a friendly guy when he isn't being... like that. Always reeks of weed and cheap cologne. Fine to smoke with, since he always pays for the good strain and rolls his own blunts by hand. Damn good at it too since he used to be a sushi chef.

He's been in the gang longer than you have.

"Hey, hey, Violet of the hour. Watcha' doing out on the town? You want a hit?" he waves the blunt in front of him and invites you to join him in the alley. You spot a few other wolves over his shoulder playing a game of blackjack.
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No. 1101736 ID: 6c233e

You're on the clock, but ask if he's seen Eiko today.
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No. 1101742 ID: 0034e5

>>1101734
Not right now, but if you have some time, you can join a game or two later. Right now, we're wondering if they haven't seen Eiko, since you’re looking for her...or maybe other folks giving a weird vibe off. The idea that those two mystery gals have a similar smell might be a red herring...but if you have the opportunity to casually inquire, no reason not to.
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No. 1101786 ID: 73a678

You're going to want to keep it simple and friendly. "Nah, not right now. Lookin' for Eiko? She been around here? I'm trying to keep an eye out for her or anything weird surrounding her." Don't elaborate why. Heck, he might know, but no need for too much detail to get out.
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No. 1101807 ID: 9f8435

Take a hit to get the edge off. You're gonna need to be cool when contact comes.
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No. 1102057 ID: 9f3801
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1102057

>You're on the clock, but ask if he's seen Eiko today.
>Not right now, but if you have some time, you can join a game or two later.
>You're going to want to keep it simple and friendly.

You consider taking a hit to get the edge off, mulling the pros and cons for a moment. Despite how much you're craving it, being a little too high might end up impeding you instead, since you're supposed to be keeping it stealthy.. Though maybe the secondhand smoke will be enough if you sniff a few extra times..

You keep your tone light, "Nah, I'm on the clock. Maybe I'll come back later."

Kenji shrugs and moves to take a hit, "Eh, suit yourself. More for me." He chuckles to himself, "You need somethin'?"

You nod, hands in your pockets, "You seen Eiko today? I'm trying to keep an eye out for her or anything weird."

He seems to squint as he takes a deep, deep, breath, then gives the blunt a slight puff before fully exhaling. Like he's showing off how much you're missing. You try to remain chill despite your deepening envy.

"Ah that wolf. Yeah, I saw her sometime this morning before she went out on that mission the Boss gave her. Seemed to be in a peachier mood then. When I came by to drop some stacks off I caught the tail end of her comin' up. Seemed pissed."

"Pissed in what way?"
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No. 1102058 ID: 9f3801
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1102058

He gestures, like he's telling a joke, "Didn't want anyone comin' near her. Had all my pups tuckin' their tails in too. The usual. Though with a little more oomph. Practically stormed in draggin' this bloody jacket like she just had a big meal and wanted to show off her prize. Makes sense, since she was supposed to be takin' someone out today."

You think back to hearing how her whole pack died, "You think she was pissed from losing her pack?"

"Would make sense, yeah. Would be messed up not to. Even I got some empathy," he chuckles and you feel a brief prickling of embarrassment at judging her a bit too quickly.

"Who was she taking out?"

Kenji gives you this funny look, a cross between a smirk and a wince, "Ah well... You never had to deal with the guy, but I see why he gave the order, y'know what I mean? If you think we're scammers than that guy was the king. Ever since the boss started talking to that one lady, it's been a lot smoother sailin'."

You don't have all the pieces, but you get the gist. "Must have been a tough guy."
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No. 1102059 ID: 9f3801
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1102059

He laughs at that, "Real scummy one. You hear about the aftermath? The cleaners came by and didn't find the target's body anywhere. Instead, they found a whole lot of blood. Wasn't pretty to look at."

The thought unnerves you, "... You think she?"

"Who fuckin' knows. If you're lookin' for her, you should ask. I'd like to know too."

As you pause to mull this over, he suddenly leans in to whisper, "You didn't hear this from me, but I only met the target once. And they're a different level of crazy... I don't think the boss was expectin' her to come back."

You feel a chill tickle your spine, the torn hood in your pocket weighing a bit heavier, "Huh.. Why her?"

"You never met the old boss, but I was there when they were still around. Every time they got pissed off they had this real mean look to them. The kind that made you realize you're about to get your whole shit rocked, up the boat and out the water.. So if I can see it, he probably does too."
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No. 1102060 ID: 9f3801
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1102060

He leans back and yells, the ears of the other wolves wincing, "But those are all rumors! You hear me?! HAHAHAHAHa.."

Yeah.. You are listening to Kenji after all. You can never fully take him seriously...

Before you can ask him to clarify, he starts speaking again, "Oh and what's that you asked about something weird? Yeah, I saw some cosplayers walking around. Fun seein' what the kids are up to. Some hornies and scalies sniffin' around too," he takes another hit of the blunt and you subtly sniff the air as he exhales, "Besides that, there's been more of those tie-necks makin' the rounds. Even gave me a paper talkin' about this wondrous world on the other side. I'll eat my blunt if that shit's real."

There is a giant mecha crab that sits at the roof of your base...
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No. 1102062 ID: 0bbd56

>>1102057
Time to get back on the trail. Thank him for the intel, and it's time to go over everything you know now. Granted, you're no detective, but it might help to figure out as much as possible. Here are the knowns:

1: Eiko is told to take out a target. The target has history with the Boss and is 'scummy'. Presumably tough, and it was entirely plausible a mutual kill could've happened.

2: The Boss has been talking with a different...agent, let's call them. A girl. Supposedly doing better for the organization.

3: Eiko encounters the target, walks away from the altercation without a scratch, all other parties dead. Something enraged her.

4: The target's location is relatively clean and there is ZERO indication of the target's demise except a bloody jacket.

5: Eiko may or may not have taken something she wasn't supposed to.

6: Eiko's trail has NOT been straightforward, it’s been looping on itself and otherwise very complicated and redundant, as though trying to lose a tail.

I don't know about you, but something REALLY isn’t adding up. The questions here are:

1: What actually happened to the target? Because no one's a flawless eater, I'd be shocked otherwise. It's likely they were either disposed of somewhere only known to her- in which case, why bother amd not kisy bring a body part or the corpse? - or...the target is still alive.

2: Why would she let the target walk, if so? Do they know each other? Is there something that she thinks the target can help with that the gamg can't?

3: Is there a connection, adversarial or not, between the new girl and the old target, or Eiko? That may be a motive for the intended murder as well as the sequestering away. If Eiko knew the guy, or perhaps didn’t want her favored 'agent' muscled out, that could be incentive.

Still some problems to solve, but I feel like the picture is getting a bit clearer.
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No. 1102088 ID: 73a678

We need to keep after Eiko, but I'd say solid odds we don't want a fight right now. If we don't know for sure what was taken, we'll have to play it cautious, but at the least we might be able to use some of the goings-on here as a scapegoat if Eiko spots us and decides to engage in talking before action. But we for sure need to find her first.
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No. 1102160 ID: 3e8516

I don't know what that last sentence has to do with the situation.

It honestly seems like Kenji is kind of high right now, might be best to move on and keep looking for this crazy girl before we lose the scent.
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No. 1102172 ID: 9f3801
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1102172

>>1102062

As Kenji continues to ramble to you, you instead focus on the knowns and unknowns of what you have learned about Eiko. She is paranoid, suspicious, and can be openly hostile. Ulterior motives are likely at play that are outside of your usual scope of work. All together, the pieces click into place enough for you to see a better picture, but your lack of personal knowledge is frustrating. As much as you can psychoanalyze her from your vague memories, seeing her will help you know best what to report back.

On the other hand, you want to be skeptical yet cautious, and keep an open mind.

You would be open to hearing what she would have to say if it comes down to it.
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No. 1102173 ID: 9f3801
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1102173

Though it's time to get back to business. You thank Kenji and head off until you find an empty street. The less people around the better.

From your pocket, you remove the torn hood, the blood long dried. The scent is still there, distinct, floral. You exhale before putting it up to your nose. You have done this hundreds of times. One crazy girl will not escape you.
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No. 1102174 ID: 9f3801
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1102174

The world is not just color. It is texture, temperature, sensation, scents. Every scent is distinct in the way that it forms, the imagery it evokes and the sensation it can trigger. When you smell bread, the smell is gentle, warm, almost sweet, it triggers hunger, and it evokes a distinct picture of it in your mind. Death smells sour, cloying, thick, your mind tells you to be repulsed because something primal in you wants to survive.

If you were to close your eyes, the world would shift just so. You can still perceive where objects are, where people went, when the garbage was taken away.

In a way, you can perceive time as it passes. Rewind based on the staleness of a scent. The longer it takes to fade, the more it passes as sand through your fingers.

Slowly, you take a deep breath and isolate everything that is different. Until there is only you and this wolf.

You take in as much of her as you can.
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No. 1102175 ID: 9f3801
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1102175

Chemical flowers and gasoline. A car. Down and down the city but only for so long until it has to stop.

You move with the scent as you follow its trail, and before you even see it, you know what building she has entered. Up and up the stairs. Third, maybe fourth floor. Down a hall. Through a door. There, her scent is at its thickest, a cloud-like beacon that can only be her home.
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No. 1102176 ID: 9f3801
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1102176

Found her.


As an extra attribute to your Clairvoyant Sense of Smell, you can choose to focus on another scent that coats an individual when you are within range of them.

What is more important? What does it smell like?

>Danger (You will know how dangerous they are to you)
>Friendliness (You will know how friendly they are to you)
>Movement (You will be able to predict their next move)
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No. 1102177 ID: 273c18

>>1102176
Friendliness. You don't know her motives; this will answer that pressing question, and also tell you if approaching peacefully is an option.
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No. 1102206 ID: 73a678

>>1102176
Generally, danger can be eluded and deceived. Danger is one thing. Willingness to BE a danger is another, and is wholly dependent on the individual.

>Friendliness
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No. 1102332 ID: f9c4b2
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1102332

>Friendliness

You decide that centering on friendliness will aid you best. It will help you to determine her motives and may prove more useful than knowing how dangerous she could be. It is a lighter, sweeter, almost warm scent. Friendliness, as an emotion, can easily shift during the course of a conversation and help you keep a positive track over it.

Depending on the friendliness level of an individual, they can be more likely to listen to what you have to say. So long as you are within range to pick up the scent.
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No. 1102333 ID: f9c4b2
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1102333

As you finish walking her trail, you eventually find her apartment building. It's a relatively quiet area, with some minor bustle here and there, but no one that gives you a second glance. The night air's chill is cushioned by your fur as you exhale mist.

Up above, you spot a figure outside, smoking on the balcony. You know for a fact that they are at the apartment that must be Eiko's... And from their faint scent... You can't quite deny what you see... You may have to report this to the boss.

But you are wondering why.

Do you:
>A) Get closer
>B) Observe
>C) Sneak inside
>D) _____
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No. 1102339 ID: 6c233e

get closer
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No. 1102358 ID: 0db8d3

This is HUGE. You'll need to verify. Get closer, if you can't confirm than sneak in.

This potentially just got a whole lot more dangerous. Tread lightly.
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No. 1102361 ID: b36f0b

>>1102333
Well that's not good. Probably want to sneak a bit closer. Tread carefully, however. Two dangerous folks in league with each other like this? What could they be possibly up to?
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No. 1102371 ID: 73a678

>>1102333
Okay, so I'm actually going to say

>Observe

in this situation. Why? Because looking at this angle- if you can see them, they can probably see you, and if they have any sense of danger, they probably can tell someone's looking at them. You don't want to get too obvious with your movements. Just act like you're people watching for now.
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No. 1102628 ID: e61200

Get closer, but out of sight. You don't need direct line of vision to smell this fellow and make ure it is who you think it is.

If indeed it is, I think we can call off the mission and warm the boss to bring the heavy hitters on this joint!
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No. 1102664 ID: f9c4b2
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1102664

You try to slowly and stealthily move closer to the suspect to verify. You're aware that your line of sight could make you just as easy to see back, so you try to position yourself under one of the balconies to further obscure you and to make your movements less obvious. It's still not ideal with how far above they are, but you try to get another sniff of their scent.

Menthol, sulfur, and what smells like... tea(?) hits your nostrils. It's enough to confirm that they're likely the owner of the jacket, but it leaves you puzzled. Is this person really the Boss's target? They don't seem like much.

>Two dangerous folks in league with each other like this? What could they be possibly up to?

The first thought that comes to mind is retaliation. Of course, if the Boss wanted this guy dead, that's motive enough for this guy to act too. Question is, why would Eiko work with them? Is she being threatened by this guy to help them?

To answer this, you try to observe them a little longer. A part of you hopes that Eiko comes out so you can decide here and then.

Instead, for a few minutes, you watch them chainsmoke 4 cigs down to the filter. Once they do, they put the filter out on the corner of the porch, the spark of the cig ash falling downward just a few feet out of your range. Then strangely.. they toss the filter into their mouth... Eating it whole.
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No. 1102665 ID: f9c4b2
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1102665

Just as you're about to lose your nerve, a call comes onto their phone. They pause to check the number before flipping it open, and you strain your ears to try and listen.

"Hey bastard, what do you need?.... Yeah, I'm busy at the moment..... Keep it quiet... Really?...... Party at what time?...... Alright, I'll see if I can make it before midnight.... If your crowd doesn't have anything valuable to give back, I'm kicking your ass.."

Another party? Or the same? Does everyone know everyone around here? You hastily push that thought aside, it looks like there may be a moment where those two will be separated.

Additionally, you do get a gauge of their friendliness level. They're at about 65%. More than half. If you were to talk to them, they'll hear you out and be more likely to be persuaded.
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No. 1102666 ID: f9c4b2
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1102666

Is it enough confirmation to report back? You aren't 100% sure, you never saw the target visually before. Eiko could have lied about the real owner of the jacket and this could be a different accomplice.

Just as you decide to turn tail and report back, your fur fluffs up in alarm. Shit. Did they catch you? Did someone else? Or is it anxiety? You keep your head down so you don't make any eye contact. As calmly as you can, you press into the wall and into the closest doorway, which ends up being the entrance to the building.

No one seems to be around. Your heart is beating fast from nerves. If these two are as dangerous as everyone says, you may be in more danger than you signed up for. You're not exactly a loyal dog of the Wolf Bites, like many others are, you just do your job because they pay better than everyone else. If you could use your skills for a different gig, you wouldn't have an issue with it. Cause' it'll be a hot day underground before you ever find yourself dying for a guy like Julien. But that's just personal preference.

Okay, let's assess. Inhale. Exhale. You to take in the surroundings of the apartment building. To the left and right are what looks like hallways that lead to other apartments and a door that leads to the laundry room. In front of you, is the elevator and stairway. Above that is what looks like an abstract painting. The floor of this lobby area has various old carpets with dirt and footprints tracked onto them as time has passed. Many scents linger here, including what smells like chinese food. Must be a delivery person down the right hallway.

There are many ways this could go.

Do you:
>Try to knock on Eiko's door and use your cover story.
>Risk it and walk out.
>Wait the suspect out until they're gone from the balcony and leave.
>Call and report your findings to the Boss.
>_____
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No. 1102672 ID: 73a678

>>1102666

>Party being mentioned twice, once by oddly dressed individuals, second time by an odd man who's a potential target/POI hanging out with a primary target.

There's gotta be something to that, for certain. Might not be something to ignore. You're after something she might've stolen, right? The line was ' If your crowd doesn't have anything valuable to give back...' that, to me, indicates a trade of some kind, or at least the reciprocation of being gifted something. Definitely something to follow up on. However, as you said, you haven't actually SEEN the target nor the thing she's supposedly stolen. You want visual confirmation of that. If it is a sale in progress, the item to be retrieved might be what's on offer. And you have an easier time getting it back with less people around than more.

You need to get visual confirmation on them somehow, and be in a position to get whatever it is back. That's gonna take more than just following them to wherever, but you don't want to risk them having too private or too open a place to fight...this is a hard decision, but methinks you should

>Wait the suspect out until they're gone from the balcony and leave.
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No. 1102677 ID: bd2177

>>1102672
It might be more dangerous for us to follow this strange new guy. I think we should take our chances with Eiko and get some answers.

>>1102666
Let's wait this guy out then continue sneaking. Try to get a visual on Eiko. We don't need to give it away just yet.
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No. 1102684 ID: e61200

Let's wait until Eiko is alone in her apartment to talk to her.

Let's kill some time by sniffing the surroundings, maybe there are more clues and to who she is hanging out with.
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No. 1102696 ID: 6c233e

Sniff around her door, see what scents that guy brought.
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No. 1102733 ID: f9c4b2
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1102733

You heavily consider your options in focusing on one person over the other. The suspect could be heading out to trade whatever item Eiko might have stolen. However, you would need to follow the suspect to the party location and snatch the item before the exchange could take place. It's... a bit too risky for you with other unknown variables. But you don't want to fully ignore this information...

You ultimately decide to wait the suspect out until Eiko is alone. Getting some solid answers are what you need the most right now. And no other reason of course. There's a little less risk since you have a better idea of the type of person she is, and maybe she'll feel more comfortable chatting in her own space. If that doesn't take long, you'll try stopping by the party too and sniff around there.

Just in case, you shoot a quick text to one of your friend's that you have a location of interest. Hopefully, he'll get back to you with an address or snoop around himself and take the risk for you.
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No. 1102734 ID: f9c4b2
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1102734

>Let's kill some time by sniffing the surroundings, maybe there are more clues and to who she is hanging out with.

You wait about 10 minutes in the lobby before opening the front door just enough to sniff the air. The suspect's scent is still present, so you move to search for more clues around.

You figure that you can retrace her steps. The first scent trail you pick up is the one that leads to Eiko's car, past the stairs door and through the back entryway. It's a beater of a car, and just on the approach, you can tell the suspect's scent is a lot more faint compared to Eiko's. Looks like they haven't been in the vehicle enough times to imprint onto it. Which may be a good thing? It could mean they weren't working together for long.

Still, there's something you could glean here. You close your eyes and take a sniff of the passenger side window where the suspect was sitting, hoping to learn more. Particles pass through scent receptors. A ghost of a memory flashes through your mind in quick snippets. Nostalgic. Happier. Quick arguments and loud terrible singing. The faces are hazy, but the unexpected weight of it is there. Followed by stretches of silence.

It's not quite what you're expecting. Your mind pounds in warning and you step back to massage your temples.

You feel heavier now. You aren't sure why.
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No. 1102736 ID: f9c4b2
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1102736

You quickly shake your head and step away, back inside, to check if the suspect is gone. Thankfully, they are, their scent trail going straight down the balcony and exiting down the street. This is your chance. Maybe you can sniff around Eiko's door.

You head up the stairs, following Eiko's trail as she yet again winds down the various hallways on her way up. On the second floor, you pause at the sight of a small figure struggling to read the door numbers. The scent of chinese food coats their figure in an appetizing way.
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No. 1102737 ID: f9c4b2
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1102737

At the sound of you entering the hall, they turn, "Oh thank goodness! Do you live here? I'm terribly lost. Could you help me find this apartment? It's 313."

They smell heavily of spices and oil. Aromatic. Salty. Filling. Your mouth starts to water a bit.

Their friendliness level is at 85%. They are extremely trusting of you and would easily listen to what you would have to say.

You also have a sneaking suspicion that you know which apartment they're trying to go to.

Do you:
>A) Offer to pay for the food and deliver it yourself
>B) Help them find the apartment and follow sneakily behind
>C) Knock them out and take the food
>D) Trick them
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No. 1102740 ID: f3a097

>>1102737
>B

Jist in case it's the wrong place. Also an Eiko being fed might be more amenable to questions...hopefully.
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No. 1102749 ID: 6c233e

B) Say you're visiting a friend so you know the way. If that is the apartment you're looking for showing up with the delivery peng should keep things from getting heated.
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No. 1102752 ID: 73a678

>>1102737
Honestly, I like >>1102749. That works.
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No. 1102849 ID: e61200

D)
The lying is easier when it's rooted in truth. Tell our new best friend pengu that you are a co-worker of this person and you wanted to have a friendly chat with her, and then help find the apartment and be all smiles about it.

We wil then be promptly interrupted by a surly man named Yuri, who is so foul-smelling it's acyually harming our bodies, thus fulfilling the promise made at the start of the quest.
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No. 1102923 ID: f9c4b2
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1102923

You figure that helping the delivery pengu could be beneficial in keeping the full brunt of the heat off of you. Plus, it gives you a better cover.

"Yeah, I know where that is, I'm actually going to visit her now. We know each other."

They do a little joyful hop, "Wonderful! Oh thank you, thank you."

You chuckle a bit to yourself at seeing the little guy do their thing. It's been some time since you've had any friendly interactions with people that weren't in the Bites. Most just avoid eye contact or talking to you entirely. Not that you've minded, or noticed, until now.

Feeling generous, you gesture, "How about I give you a ride up there? Just so you aren't running next to me."

They look at you with big sparkling eyes, "Really?"

You answer by crouching down to throw an arm around them then lifting them straight up. It's like picking up a package.

"Heheh it looks different up here. Onward!"
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No. 1102924 ID: f9c4b2
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1102924

"Have you never been here before?"

"Eh, well, one other time. I work in the kitchen but our usual guy's out sick."

You navigate to the elevator this time (now the delivery wolf of the delivery penguin) and when you stop on the 3rd floor, you know you're at the right place. Though the suspect's scent is very faint outside of the apartment, since Eiko's scent masks it as it wafts from her apartment door. Imperceptibly, your cheeks heat up as well.

The delivery pengu points to the wrong door, "Is that the one?"

For a moment, you wonder if they can read, and give them a pat before going straight to Eiko's apartment, 313. You take a deep breath before knocking.

The delivery pengu says something but you don't really process it, more concentrated on the door as you strain to hear her footsteps.. Your heart starting to beat in anticipation..

A click. The turn of the knob. Slowly, the door opens a few inches...

... You have no idea who you're looking at.

The person's eyes go downward first then up over your form in surprise, landing on the delivery pengu tucked under your arm, then back up to your face. You look back at her in confusion, the scent undeniable, but if this is.. Eiko's current form is so... small. Usually, she would tower almost more than a foot over you.

When you make eye contact, you can see her eyes are bloodshot, tired, nearly vacant-- only briefly shifting to a mixture of suspicion. In as subtly as you can manage, you take a sniff, her friendliness towards you tasting just as closed off as she appears, at 25%.

There's a slight creak to her voice, likely from dryness, her ears pulling backward, "..... Violet?"

The voice is unmistakable. Your mind briefly goes blank, not having expected her to remember your name either, ".. Hie-Hi! Hey, Eiko."

Mercifully, the delivery pengu cheers, "Eiko! Delivery for you, hatchaha!"
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No. 1102925 ID: f9c4b2
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1102925

When they start to wiggle, you move to set them down, your eyes still on Eiko as she turns her attention to them. They move to unzip their delivery bag, the smell of chinese food now tantalizingly filling the hallway.

"One chow mein! Two fried rice! One orange chicken! One broccoli beef! One honey walnut shrimp!"

Eiko watches them count off the food and slowly, she seems to relax, almost giggle, "Thanks, dude." By pure association, she opens up just a bit more towards you, her friendliness increasing from 25% to 35%. You mentally sigh in relief at your successful maneuver.

As the delivery pengu sets the food down, you politely move to pick it up while Eiko pays in cash. For a moment, you want to tell the delivery pengu to stay and help lighten the mood.

Alas, their job is done, and they give a salute before waddling off.

Eiko looks back at you and picks up the rest of the food, her gaze moving down to her food in your hands. Her tone this time is flat, "What do you want?"

You gesture sheepishly, about to say the cover story you thought of, but with the new knowledge you've learned you decide to keep it a little more vague, "I was in the area and I came by to check in.. and that's when I ran into that little guy."

Her eyes narrow, and you can already sense the sharper words building on her tongue.
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No. 1102926 ID: f9c4b2
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1102926

Abruptly, a door opens. A smell akin to mold and 5-day-old piss hits you hard enough to make your eyes water. You try to cover your nose with your claw as the nausea hits you right after, the acrid smell burrowing into your senses. It's moments like these that having a good sense of smell suddenly bites you in the ass.

Eiko wrinkles her nose before covering it too, a flash of annoyance clear on her face before she opens the door wider for you to come in, "Fuck, that's my neighbor Yuri. Just come in before he starts trying to talk to us."

You nod quickly and practically bolt inside, the door shutting behind you a second later. You barely have time to process the apartment as Eiko snatches all the food from your hands and heads to the living room.

You still feel dizzy as you move to take your shoes off to leave at the entrance, but now that you can fully take in this form of Eiko's, you do so. She's so small... her wolf features more subdued. A towel hangs around her shoulders and there's a dampness to her hair. You wouldn't have expected Eiko to be the type of wolfkin that had a human form. It's much more rare in this area nowadays, unless you're being changed. You don't even have one.

So much smooth skin... You want to take a bite.

Eiko's back faces you as she asks, "How did you know where I live?"
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No. 1102941 ID: 73a678

>>1102926
(I'd noticed the description discrepancy, but wasn't sure what to say about it...)

>>1102926
Honesty makes a bit of sense here.
"Did I know where you live? No, I didn't. There's been some weirdness around here lately. Recognized your scene and it was...odd. Got curious so I followed it for a bit- then I realized it was looping on itself. Curiosity changed to concern. Well, sorta."

Mostly truth in a weird way but also not. I'm not even positive this is the best option, but it's what I have.
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No. 1102943 ID: 273c18

>>1102926
Hmm, 35% isn't great. If she's stronger than you, you're gonna have to build up to asking questions rather than come out with it and risk a confrontation.

Just tell her you just followed her scent. If she says she tried to hide it, then shrug and say you picked it up nearby so you must've bypassed her obfuscation by chance.
Ask about the guy who's been staying here. A boyfriend?
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No. 1102948 ID: 90b21b

"Boss told me. He said something about you getting shot at. He ordered me to make sure you didn't lie about being okay. Not that he cares about your hopes and dreams, but we're the employees and we lose money if we try to work while sick.
We got like a week or two before Boss wants us back at work. So, you order takeout every day? I'll have a..."
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No. 1102980 ID: 6c233e

"Well they don't call me bloodhound for nothing. Boss wanted me to check up on you, you know how he gets. But hey, you're not looking so hot. I heard the fight earlier went bad. Are you doing alright?"
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No. 1103125 ID: f9c4b2
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1103125

>Hmm, 35% isn't great. If she's stronger than you, you're gonna have to build up to asking questions rather than come out with it and risk a confrontation.

It is lower than you were expecting. Most people tend to be at 40% as a base, even among strangers. It looks like what Kenji and the others have said is.. about right in their characterization of her..

Gotta tread carefully... You don't know how much control she has over her form, while you may be able to rush and overwhelm her for a moment if needed, you aren't the best fighter around. You can do hand-to-hand and growl/bite pretty well, but you're not exactly hired muscle. Nor are you armed.

Hopefully, one awkward answer or question won't lead to immediate hostilities.

"Did I know where you live? No, I didn't. But they don't call me bloodhound for nothing," you try to punctuate your words with a bit of humor and well-placed concern, "The Boss wanted me to check up on you, you know how he gets. He said something about you getting shot at and things going bad."

Eiko's ears seem to twitch at the mention of the Boss, but she stays quiet and lets you continue.

You clear your throat and press on, "Anyway, you're not looking so hot. Are you doing alright?"

She doesn't face you, so you don't quite see her expression as she stands still with the food in her hands. Your senses are still off from the nauseating scent a second ago, but she looks tense, shoulders hunching in and tail flicking side to side. Eventually, she gives a dry laugh, a sharpness to her voice, "I'm hungry. You should go sit down."

Your body moves to obey quicker than you expect, just barely catching the scent of tea before you're already sitting on the couch that feels... Weirdly damp. The fuck happened here?
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No. 1103126 ID: f9c4b2
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1103126

Eiko moves to set the food down on the coffee table, tone more conversational, "So you followed my scent all the way here.. I assume from the base?"

You find yourself sitting up straight, claws resting on your thighs as you try to act like you aren't starting to sweat through the beans, "Oh well, I picked it up nearby. It kind of happened by chance."

She nods as she moves to open the various foodstuffs, her gaze fixed on the food, "He didn't want anything else?"

You shrug, "Well, it'd be bad if it turned out you were actually hurt.. Not that he's the type that cares about our hopes and dreams, but he loses money if we try to work while we're sick."

Eiko seems to be mulling over your words. You're hoping you don't sound too suspicious.

Her tone stays curt, "That's true."

You nod. Though you want to make it clear this is about her, have her soften up to you gradually, "Yeah, he'll want you back to it soon. Maybe a week or two? Once you're feeling better."

Eiko snorts, this slight turn of disbelief in her eyes, "That's funny."

Damn. Does she hate you already? You start to become hyper aware of your jeans getting damp, subtly shifting so you're more on the drier cushion, "So, you order takeout every day? Can I have a shrimp?"

She looks at you now, this slight upward turn to her brow, deadpan, "I'll think about it."
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No. 1103127 ID: f9c4b2
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1103127

She still heads to the kitchen, so you assume she's getting some plates for the food. You take this moment to look around, a bit unnerved by the minimalism of her apartment. It's like she moved in here yesterday. Your place isn't exactly the most well decorated, mainly filled w/ posters and albums you enjoy, but there's at least a... sense of personality. You feel as though you're staring into a void.

While your sense of smell slowly returns to you, vague outlines of her moving around the area forms in your mind. This is definitely her living space. The scent of the suspect is here too, more subtle, clearly not here long enough to imprint more than a vague caterpillaring of movement from kitchen to balcony.

An odd clanking of what must be a pot breaks your concentration, your head turning to the sound.

Ah. Hmm. Damn.

As she moves to stand, you immediately turn your head and pretend you were appraising the food, "Soo, there's been some.. Weird stuff going on around here lately. Have you noticed anything?"

"Weird in what way?"

"People dressed weird. Something hard to explain. Maybe a pig with wings?"

Eiko snorts at this, "Nothing any weirder than usual."

Ah, still giving you nothing. As you eye her again, you notice her shirt's slightly more tucked in as she comes back from the kitchen, only sporting a pair of chopsticks and a small plate. Not quite friendly enough to share yet, it seems.

She sets the plate down and sits in the space in front of you where the table surface is empty.
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No. 1103129 ID: f9c4b2
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1103129

Now that you're facing each other, you find yourself nervous again, moving straight to the point now, "So, you had someone here? A boyfriend?"

Eiko's eyes narrow-- as if she expected the first question-- then blinks in surprise. Quickly, she turns her head and laughs, damn near guffaws, arm curling around her middle as she tries to contain it all.

You find yourself getting flushed watching her, her friendliness rising a bit more to 45%. Nice?

She continues to laugh, her words punctuated with a breathless haha, "Fuck. That guy? No, no, hell no. Fuuuuck no. I'd rather eat shit and die."

You nod quickly in agreement despite not knowing anything about this guy. Besides that Eiko seems to hate them. Maybe you hate this guy now. Maybe you'll throw them off the balcony if they come back.

"Have they been bothering you?"

Eiko leans back and moves to dig into the food right out of the takeout box, in front of you, "In a way. I'm still deciding if you're bothering me."

You pause at that, "What would decide that?"

"Do you like the gang? Our boss?"
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No. 1103132 ID: 273c18

>>1103129
Tell her the old boss was better. Still, you have a job. That's something.

Speaking of which, ask her how the mission went. She didn't give a full report, so you might as well hear it now.
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No. 1103133 ID: 73a678

>>1103129

"'Like's an awfully strong word. Not a ton I 'like' in general. Pays the bills, though. Boss? Ehhh. I ain't gonna complain to his face. Wouldn't exactly die for him, either, but if you tell him that I'll deny it."
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No. 1103139 ID: 6c233e

They're... tolerable. And the boss may be a suspicious bastard, but he doesn't expect us to throw our lives away for him. Or at least, he didn't used to. Sounds like that might have changed huh.
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No. 1103146 ID: 0db8d3

I like the gang. I don't mesh too well with the culture admittedly, but the folks are pretty alright.
The boss though... He seems a bit too... Self interested, if you know what I mean. It doesn't really feel like he's looking out for the people below him like a leader should, you know?
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No. 1103503 ID: f9c4b2
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1103503

You mull over the questions, your mind trying to decipher what would be the most appealing for Eiko to hear. She wouldn't ask if your answers were expected, though you don't know what she knows of you either. You regret even more how you hadn't had the chance to talk to her before this...

You try to keep your voice nonchalant sounding, "I like the gang. I don't mesh too well with the culture sometimes, but the folks are alright. And it pays the bills."

As you speak, she munches on the orange chicken quietly, her gaze fixed on you, expression neutral. You find yourself averting your eyes to the food every few seconds to get a break from her.. undressing stare, as it makes you uncharacteristically nervous.

More the interrogated than the interrogator.

"The Boss? Well... I'm not gonna complain to his face. He may be a suspicious bastard, but he doesn't expect us to throw our lives away for him. Or, well, he didn't used to.. And I'm not exactly gonna to volunteer for the cavalry either.. And if he asks, I'll deny it."

Which is true. A few others feel the same way you do, but they keep it to themselves. Everyone else seems to have this overzealous loyalty, the cash stuffing their heads instead of sense. The power too, of course. The Boss has created a pretty cushy throne in the city, whatever law enforcement leftover from that last purge now dug deep into the dirt under his heel. And he'll look the other way no matter what you do, as long as you're keeping the cash flow good and not getting any funny ideas.

Maybe that makes you a bad person, to be a part of this. You do what you do, look the other way, get your cash and keep quiet. But not endorsing, not doing any extra shit. And when the pups are getting too hot with the city folk, you'll tell them to knock it off.

... Everyone has to be kinda bad to live decently around here.. Not just you.
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No. 1103504 ID: f9c4b2
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1103504

Refocus. There. Eiko's gaze softens just a bit, your nose tuning in to the easier, almost lighter air she starts to exude. Her friendliness steadily increases, close to half now. Your ears perk up as you try to press on.

"It doesn't really feel like he's looking out for the people below him like a leader should, you know?" You don't know how much of that you believe.

Eiko though seems to sigh, leaning forward, and you find yourself leaning in too, "That's true... A leader should take some responsibility too. Your group's only as good as you are, right?"

That doesn't sound wrong... You nod.

Her tone takes on a gentleness that gives you pause, the strain on her throat coloring her voice with a certain depth, "We do this to earn a living, but it's what we have to do. You, me, we're just doing what we can, right? But Julien... he's only doing what he wants. While we're just collateral. Despite what we do for him." She gestures, "But without us.. What does that make him?"

Eiko's not... not wrong. But the implications leave you pause.

"I'm not sure.."

Her hand brushes against yours, "You do know. You don't have to pretend. And I won't say anything."

Your mind whirrs, the gears hitting against each other, "Why do you ask?"

Eiko stares, "Because I care. I didn't always, but I care now."

... Was she always like this? This doesn't sound like the Eiko you've heard about.. And what did that mean? That she cares now? "What, um.. What exactly happened on that mission? The one earlier today?"

Is the mission why she's asking you to be a traitor?
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No. 1103505 ID: 90b21b

Dodge bullet
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No. 1103506 ID: f9c4b2
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1103506

For a moment, you think you asked the wrong question. It's not obvious in her features. Instead, her scent takes on a harshness, a perfume a bit too strong, grabbing hold of you.

You trace the red lines of her bloodshot eyes as you stare into each other.

Eiko's voice follows, deceptively sweet, "Do you really want to know?"

You find yourself inching closer and closer, the gap between you starting to close.

"Yes."
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No. 1103507 ID: f9c4b2
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1103507

The air gets knocked out of your lungs as a heavy force slams into your chest.
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No. 1103509 ID: f9c4b2
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1103509

Your head knocks against the wall, vision blacking, back hitting the couch a second later. The surprise catches up to you as you try to breathe, but find yourself struggling.

A heavy paw pins you down, her leg half then fully transforming, fur growing as the muscle starts to weigh you down.

"Listen, Violet, I've had a rough day today. You know what that feels like, right? But unlike a lot of the people I've had to deal with today, I like you. So I'm going to be nice. Do you understand?"

You nod frantically.

"I'm going to give you another chance." Eiko digs her backpaw into your sternum, the claws threatening to break skin. You feel your nerves fire frantically at the thought of her stomping you a second time.

She smiles, "Ask me again. What do you want to know?"

Friendliness level: 40%

Do you:
A) Answer
B) Grab her
C) Stay Quiet
D) ___
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No. 1103512 ID: 6c233e

Firstly, keep your hands up, you won't be winning this fight.

Say you want to know if you can have that shrimp now. Because you don't want to know what she's up to, its just what the boss asked for, and its not worth a fight. You'll just tell him you couldn't find anything out. He won't believe you, but he wouldn't have sent you if he wasn't suspicious, so that doesn't really confirm anything.
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No. 1103513 ID: 85291f

>>1103512
This!
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No. 1103517 ID: 0db8d3

And then they Kith'd
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No. 1103519 ID: 73a678

>>1103509
Seconding >>1103512 but without saying the latter bits. The less you say the more she can twist her thoughts to what she hopes is true herself.
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No. 1103535 ID: 90b21b

Orgasm
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No. 1103542 ID: 65aead

Are you single?
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No. 1103698 ID: f9c4b2
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1103698

>Orgasm

No.. Not yet.. You can't admit weakness like this.. You have to stay strong despite how turned on you are. If she reads you as easy who knows what could happen...

You're a service top after all damnit! Sure, it's been a while since you've messed around with anyone, but you still have your pride on the line. You can't ruin your jeans at the beck of every mean crazy girl you meet! Keep it together!

>Say you want to know if you can have that shrimp now.

You keep your hands up, having no problem with admitting defeat, your ears low, "Can I, uh, have that shrimp now?"

Eiko tilts her head at your response, eyes calculating, as if she wasn't expecting your submission so easily. She presses her weight on you again as if to test you. You can practically feel her break your rib in and you use every ounce of willpower not to find it hotter than it is.

When you hold out, she eventually relents with a snort. "Hmm... I like that. Sure."

Your head is dizzy as the tension seems to break. Bullet blissfully dodged.
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1103699

She shifts her paw. It slides slowly down from your sternum to your stomach with a curious ease, the claws slightly raised so she doesn't catch the fabric of your top. The slowness of the touch has your fur raise as you shiver. And Eiko maintains eye contact as she does this.

"You know, I realize I kind of overreacted there. I know you're just doing what you're told."

You chuckle roughly, "I get it. You've been on edge since I got here." You don't tell her how you kind of wish she did more.

She pauses her movement just at your abdomen as you feel yourself start to sweat. The weight of her paw presses in, your breath caught, before she fully pulls back, her leg shifting back into the furless humanoid form. You feel like you're going to sink into the ground and die.

"Yeah, I was expecting you to attack me after I closed the door.. But I can see now I was wrong. You're a good dog, aren't you?"

>Orgasm

NOT YET!! NOT YET!!!!

You almost cough, "I don't know what you mean." You take a moment to sniff the air and realize that Eiko's scent has softened to you, her friendliness now at 55%.

"There's just some things I can't tell you.. Not because I don't want to, but because it'll complicate things.." she gestures, the manic glee sparking in her eyes again, "You know, I wasn't supposed to come back."

Her words align again with what Kenji told you, though you at first dismissed it as his high ramblings. It's one thing for Eiko to have stolen something, and another for her to be retaliating.. Normally, in a situation like this, you wouldn't take any sides.

Though you don't have long to dwell on it as Eiko grabs the shrimp and moves to grasp your chin with her free hand, catching you by surprise. Is she touchier with you now that she's friendlier? Or are you hoping for something that isn't there?

>Ask if she's single

As much as you hope she is, you don't quite want to ask that in case she says yes.. Even though she laughed about the boyfriend thing.
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No. 1103700 ID: f9c4b2
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1103700

"Open up."

You obey. You're finding it harder and harder not to...

Eiko feeds you the shrimp and smiles when you eat it. It practically tastes like gold as she seems to muse aloud, "I think I've been going about this all wrong.. I know that you're in this for the money. But what else would buy you?"
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No. 1103709 ID: 73a678

>>1103700
...y'know. That's a good question. What else WOULD buy us? I mean, aside from more money.

...Some type of security, suppose. Some kinda assurance that you're not gonna get shanked in your sleep because Some Dude fucked Some Other Guy's sidepiece and now they're looking for revenge and you're the best target.

...maybe better threads? Dunno, you've mostly been thinking about survival over comforts.
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No. 1103716 ID: 273c18

Oh, safety for sure. Working for a cause you believe in. Being able to enjoy the work is a plus.
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No. 1103722 ID: 2308cc

A place to stay maybe? Since you're well on the way to failing the mission, and the boss might send someone after you in turn.
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No. 1103729 ID: 3dcfde

A guarantee. A promise.

A promise that she'll kill the boss.
She's got something dangerous up her sleeve. She could probably pull it off.

As for you, you just need the bills paid. Doesn't really matter who's signing the cheques. The gang would probably be better if with someone else anyway.
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No. 1103906 ID: 9cd6c3
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1103906

You're momentarily rattled out of your horny thoughts at the question.. What WOULD buy you? What matters more than money? You find yourself going through the basics of living in your mind that you haven't thought about in so long; safety, shelter, stability, fulfillment.

You're not exactly an easy target. People within the gang respect you and people pause or avoid you when they see you on the street. It was funny at first.. but now it just feels lonely. The work's been getting more dangerous, demanding, more people upset, more people one rough day away from popping a cap in your ass.

There's always been threats in every corner, it comes with the territory of being in the Bites. When you joined, you knew you could handle it. How about now?
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No. 1103907 ID: 9cd6c3
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1103907

When was the last time you felt safe? How many days? Months? Has it been years? When did it start to feel normal? Did the anxiety become manageable or just easy to ignore? You've been in survival mode for so long you didn't even realize it.

To live is to survive, you reasoned. You eat up what you can and snap your jaws at every opportunity to live better than before. You aren't that pup going from rundown motel to motel anymore, your parents constantly fighting over jobs they can't hold down. You're grown up. You have a place to stay. It's empty without you in it, but at least it's yours.

The work is good, but when was the last time you had a choice in it? To believe in it?

You consider reporting back with nothing, essentially failing the mission. Would the boss kill you for that? Normally, you wouldn't think it would be that serious. But he's been getting more paranoid, and if he's willing to try and kill off Eiko for an association, he might just shoot you himself thinking you're the next Brutus.

It doesn't help knowing some outsider has been whispering in his ear and he damn near hangs on every word.

>As for you, you just need the bills paid. Doesn't really matter who's signing the cheques. The gang would probably be better off with someone else anyway.

Traitorous thoughts... But what's another knife in the back of a guy clearly willing to do the same?
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No. 1103908 ID: 9cd6c3
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1103908

You finally speak, "I want a few things. Security, for one, some assurance that I'm not gonna get shanked in my sleep. Maybe a new place to stay, if I tell the Boss that this was a dead end."

She considers you with softer eyes, "I see. I can work on both those things. You can stay here for now if you want, and I'll work on getting you a rental on the nicer side of the city. It's not my plan to make people that help me disposable."

Despite the vagueness, there's some weight to her words that makes you want to believe in her. You almost sigh in relief, finding yourself emboldened, "And I want a guarantee. A promise. You get it done and kill the boss."

>She's got something dangerous up her sleeve. She could probably pull it off.

You believe that. Just by going off of her vibes, her home, the way she interacts with the gang, she has nothing to lose. There's nothing more dangerous than someone with nothing left but a single goal. Even if she dies, she doesn't seem like the type to go down alone. Though you don't have much time to think of the fallout, you have to believe that it will be good in the end.

Eiko doesn't even hesitate at your terms, just nods at you, and reaches her hand out. You grasp her hand in yours as you shake on it. Deal sealed.
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No. 1103909 ID: 9cd6c3
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1103909

After that, you both quietly eat together. It's a strange, damn near surreal atmosphere. Just hours ago, the You of the past would have never expected to be where you are now. The realization that you could be sleeping in her home hasn't even fully hit you.

You kind of want her to call you a good dog again...

Eiko, still eating directly from the container, pauses, "Can I ask you something?"

You blink, "You haven't had a problem asking me things."

She does snort at that, her gaze turning serious, "It's different. More personal."

"Go ahead."
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No. 1103910 ID: 9cd6c3
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1103910

Eiko takes a deep breath, "If you had to decide between these different things, what choice would you make?"

>A) To venture into the unknown of endless possibility and wonder, at the cost of everything familiar to you.
>B) To dedicate yourself to rebuilding something with obstacles every step of the way, if it means to earn fulfillment and stability.
>C) To let go and start over completely somewhere new and easy to acclimate, in the hope that your past and your choices will not haunt you.

[Friendliness level: 75%. Your choice/reasoning will impact Eiko's future actions.]
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No. 1103915 ID: 273c18

>>1103910
Bit of a hard choice between A and B. On the one hand, a new place means new SMELLS to smell! On the other hand, you just said you desire stability.
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No. 1103953 ID: d30887

C?
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No. 1103962 ID: 6c233e

A) haven't you had enough of the grind? You have a home, a job, not safe but stable. It doesn't bring you happiness, does it?
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No. 1103964 ID: 73a678

>>1103910
A's tempting just due to the sheer scale of it. Trying to find something out there, at the price of everything else? It could be a lot better...could be a lot worse. The ultimate gamble. Forget stability, though.

B is more what we're used to. Things are familiar, and you know the pitfalls and potentials, but likely you'll be stuck going only so far, and it'll be a lot harder because your obstacles are likely going to be familiar with YOU, too. Stability for all the good and ill. Near the opposite of A.

C sounds like a more 'safe' version of A...but with the potential of it all coming back around on you. And we're smart enough to know that you're never going to completely run away from your past, even if only in your own head.

Although thinking about it like that...yeah. A is very tempting, considering you might start out with more than you had, and you can see about making THAT stable. It can't get THAT much worse, can it?
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No. 1103970 ID: 0db8d3

Wait... Is A even Possible?
That sounds like a childhood dream...
Do... Do you have an A?

Like a real adventure? Like the sort of thing we hear about in games, stories

... If so, that's hard to pass up.
Something so fanciful. So Romantic. Could you imagine? Just... Escape this life entirely... Step into something that's not... this... To not run but to rather go somewhere entirely beyond. A truly fresh start?

Honey, if you got that than HELL YES! Take that plunge!
No one alive could blame you. That's the sort of thing that dreams are made of. The sort of thing that truly only comes about once in a life time. You don't let that kind of thing go. not ever.

The rest of us though... We're stuck with givin' our best with what we got. Not that there's anything wrong with that, it's just... If someone offered you wings... wouldn't you want to fly?
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No. 1104166 ID: 9cd6c3
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Endless possibility. Wonder. The stuff of fantasies. The implications of it all is so vague that it feels enormous. What does that mean, really? The first thought that comes to mind is becoming an adventurer, of slaying monsters and getting loot.

Honestly, you don't know if being dropped into some type of medieval fantasyland would be an... ideal situation. You like modern technology, like phones, jeans, and vaccines. But you enjoy the appeal of wearing armor and swinging a sword around just as much as the next guy. Whether you're good at it or not doesn't matter. And maybe you could save some damsel in distress whom you can pledge your loyalty to and endure a complicated yet romantic courtship with.

Or, maybe, you would join a guild instead of a gang. How big could the difference be? You'll slam those ales as good as any beer. You get along with people fast too. Distribute the work and kick it back with the crew after every QUEST. Find fulfillment through those connections. Maybe there'll be a language barrier, but you already speak two.

And new SMELLS to smell! Who knows what else there could be to experience. One of your favorite scents is wet rain on pavement. And pizza. How fast would it be to find something to top THAT?

Though realistically... would that make you happy? You crave stability, fulfillment, and you've grown to realize that the current grind of your life isn't as satisfying when more than the basic needs are met. But to abandon it all for a hope, the uncertainty of having yet another life grinding away, to end up somewhere worse off with none of the past to help cushion you.... That's a decision with more weight than any other. You'd not only be throwing away all the people you're connected to; friends, family, acquaintances, but also the places you've been in, the food from your favorite haunts, the sunset on the roof of the base.

To sacrifice everything familiar to you...
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No. 1104167 ID: 9cd6c3
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1104167

It's akin to dying. A promise to be reborn.

The stuff of storybooks and dreams and late nights wishing for something more than what your life is. What life could be.

The sheer scale, the ultimate gamble, your fantasy only a pin drop in the bucket. What else could you be? Become?

Would you be better or would you be worse?

Or... Keep at it. Keep going. Work with what's familiar, build on what you have, and have that stability. It's not as glamorous, not as easy to romanticize, but you already know what you would be working with. Sure... the obstacles will always be there, but that's life too, isn't it?

Though not everyone can get the chance to start over again. To get a true fresh start. The closest would be to move away and hope that the past doesn't drag you back.

For you, that may be the safer option. Hell, you could do it right after the boss dies. No supernatural or hypothetical deals needed. But for Eiko... you're not too sure it would make a difference... You know she's only asking you this because she needs your answer more.

"Those are some hard choices, but honestly.. If this endless possibility thing was offered to me, well, sounds like a once in a lifetime opportunity. I'd take the gamble. Maybe I could make it stable."

"Even if it meant becoming something terrible instead? Something you're afraid of?"

You think, "By choice?"

"Yes. Or. Kinda? By circumstance mostly.. Like to adapt to survive."

"I know who I am. As long as I don't forget that, I've got to keep some pride in the choices I make. Otherwise, I'll just keep focusing on all my mistakes."

Trying to understand her, after all, has led you to where you are now. Still living and breathing.

She seems to consider your words, brows furrowing, "It doesn't feel... selfish?"

You shrug, "It is. But who's going to blame me? If I leave everyone behind, that doesn't mean that everything will go to ruins, you know? Everyone else has their own lives to live and to give their best in. People would probably miss me, and that's one less person with my skills around, but wouldn't you understand?"

"....."

As you let her think, you feel the pressing question in your mind manifest, "But is that even possible? Can you even get something like that?"

Eiko looks at you with a complicated mix of emotions. Apprehension. Fear. Doubt. Hope. "... I can. But there's a cost. I feel like I can pay for it.. It's just.. It's complicated."

"Is it once in a life time? Why not take the plunge? Is it the cost?"

Eiko sighs, "Kind of and well.. I have to make a deal with a devil to do it. They said I might have to.. become one too, essentially."

It's an odd fear to hear from Eiko, who has agreed to kill someone you both know for a better cause. Maybe it's just that? That there would be no better cause, that it would just be herself deciding to do what could be the wrong thing. Over and over again. There's no advice you can give there, besides to live with it.

Though, you think back to the target. The figurative(?) devil. The arms dealer. Yet.. also the scammer...

You find yourself wondering if what they said is actually true, "Well, you might have to. So you don't technically need to. As long as they're giving you that ability, that's what really matters, doesn't it?"

"... That's true."

You gesture, "Look... everything else aside. Think about it.. If someone offered you wings... Wouldn't you want to fly?" To truly be free. Grasp the endless possibility and make it your own.

Your question seems to stun her.
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No. 1104168 ID: 9cd6c3
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Then... A clarity comes to her eyes. A click. The enormity of the weight, to her, is more real than you could have ever perceived.

You sense it. An unexpected grief... The mourning. Years of it. Cycling through the stages, slowly, perilously, pushing and planning and trying, trying to get all the way to the last. To make it right again.

An empire left to crumble. The last living piece of him there could be to grasp onto destroyed-- with his legacy. By her own two hands. It's another kick to the chest and your uncomprehending mind.

Tears. A sob.

Yet, just as quickly, it shifts, as Eiko painfully gasps and a cathartic laugh escapes.
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No. 1104169 ID: 9cd6c3
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Her voice cracks, an embarrassed ha escapes, "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to start crying on you. Shit. I've been crying enough today. My eyes hurt."

You panic, "No, no, it's fine! It's fine! It's been a rough day, right?"

Eiko laughs, "Yeah"

"Just let it all out?"

"I don't know, I've been... doing a lot to you... Sure, we talked but.. I've got a lot of baggage that you probably don't want to hear about.. from someone you barely know."

You can't admit that you know a lot more about her than she thinks, just based off of your clairvoyance and well.. everything else.

Your tone comes out slightly awkward, "I'm getting to know you?"

She sniffs, "You don't have to comfort me. Just give me a sec to dry off.. and I'll come back."

Comfort her? Or leave alone? She doesn't look like she would reject.
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No. 1104179 ID: 0db8d3

Welp, you're already in deep.

Lend an ear, maybe even a shoulder.
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No. 1104194 ID: 462d8c

Comfort the lady
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No. 1104195 ID: 6c233e

you don't have to comfort her, you want to comfort her.
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No. 1104197 ID: 73a678

>>1104195
This, but at the same time, don't push it. She's clearly in a fragile state. Stay close, but let her dictate the pace.
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No. 1104255 ID: d30887

Watch some animation memes together. Ask her what kind of impossible tasks she'd need to fulfill to get a portal to another world or whatever it is she's thinking about.
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No. 1104279 ID: 9cd6c3
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You know to be delicate, mindful of her fragile state. You reach a hand out, slow, so she sees the movement coming, your hand light as it covers her own. She looks back at you.

Your tone is firm but gentle, "I don't have to comfort you, but I want to."

Eiko seems to look as if she's waiting for you to take it back. When you don't, she sighs, acquiesces, "Okay."

She stays silent. You wait. As far as you're aware, this night can stretch on forever. You can be patient, as any hunter.

"My brother was killed a few years ago. We were... apart for a while. I only heard about it months after it happened." she pauses, as if there's a quiet rage echoing, "My mother kept it to herself. There was no body to bury. And to her, if there wasn't a body, there was no need for a funeral. She could pretend nothing happened at all."

Although you were bracing yourself, her confession still makes your stomach churn. You move to sit on the table next to her, offering your shoulder as support. She does lean a bit close.

"I don't know.. I felt a lot of things when I found out. One of his friends that got out of it early told me through a call, while I was in class."

You open your mouth to say sorry but she puts a hand up, her fingers pressing onto your snout, "Don't say anything that'll piss me off."

You nod.

"Yeah, I felt a lot. But I was mad at him, I was mad at him for being a dumbass. And I was mad that I didn't argue with him more," she gestures, "We argued a lot when he started his whole thing, a lot, but it never got that bad. When I left for school, we still talked, they helped me move in. But you wanna know why we stopped talking?"

She gives a breathless humorless laugh, "Because I was embarrassed about his job. I know how that sounds, it sounds dumb and petty. But I thought it was stupid. I thought he was stupid. And I stopped picking up his calls. I just wanted to focus on school and it felt... it felt easy. I just felt like he'd always be there. You know? He'd nag at me when I'd come back during break and I wouldn't say anything but we'd have dinner and it would be like nothing happened at all."
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No. 1104280 ID: 9cd6c3
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1104280

She continues like this, talking about them, equal parts fond and resenting. A wild bleeding heart with a gun and misplaced ambition. Eiko does not say his name, nor his job, keeping it vague.

That's okay. You don't need to hear the answer out loud. You're not sure how you'd go about reacting to that confirmation in a way that wouldn't be awkward or get your shin kicked.

And slowly, as she speaks, she seems to calm. As if all she needed was to empty out all the thoughts trapped in her mind. An awareness comes to her now that isn't burdened by anxiety, or suspicions, or a set of teeth ready to bite. You can look at her up close, touch even, and Eiko does not shy away. You know now that she has truly opened up to you.

You hope that there isn't more of a cost.
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No. 1104281 ID: 9cd6c3
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Instead, she seems to move on from the topic faster than you anticipate, the grief locking itself away for another time. There is still this vulnerable silence.

You parse your brain to see what you can do to fill the space. Your mind comes to watching animations together, though you don't know where you've heard the term "meme" from. You look around to see if she has a VCR or DVD player. There's a DVD player on top of the cable box, but no DVD's in sight.

Would Eiko be the type to enjoy anime? You have a few boxsets at home you could bring over. Though a part of you wishes that she had some indication of anything around so you could understand her taste.

"So, what would you need to do to, y'know, travel to these other worlds?"

Eiko makes a face, mouth scrunched, "I need to get these wings."

You tilt your head in confusion, "... Literally?"

She gestures, "They're some type of... technology... I have to kill someone and take it from them to attach it to myself," she grimaces, "But I remember them mentioning other devices. I just need to get something like that. I guess."

It sounds... Almost easy?

"But you need to find someone.. specific, I'm guessing?"

Eiko nods, "That asshole didn't go into much depth about it. I'll find my chance tomorrow, if everything goes well." She pauses, as if realizing something as she grabs onto your arm, "Don't come into base tomorrow. Don't answer any calls. Just stay here."

Eiko says it with such an intensity that you swallow. Your mind focuses more on Just stay here. "Okay."

She stares at you, as if to emphasize her point. Her hand does not leave your arm.
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No. 1104283 ID: 9cd6c3
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You both look at each other for what feels like an eternity. Eventually, she sighs, "... Thanks."

"For which?"

"Everything," she gestures vaguely, "I forgot what it was like to talk to someone normal."

Sheesh... You're normal by comparison?

You joke, "Well, I wanted to stay on your good side."

Eiko's eyebrow raises. There's a humor now present, her tone taking on that sweetness from before, though more genuine, "And be a good dog?"

Your brain immediately implodes. A second plane has hit.

You don't know long she waits for your response. There are many gears that need to be put back in order that your inner mind is fumbling around with. And dropping. Repeatedly.

It doesn't help that her scent stays soft and alluring. You expect another hit that doesn't come.

Instead, Eiko hooks her finger into the ring of your collar, tugging lightly, then pulling harshly, "Does the good dog want a treat?"

You almost stutter, "Are you-?"

Eiko shifts her hand on your arm downward, then drums her other fingers on your thigh, "I don't want to think about all this heavy shit anymore, Vi. Can you help with that too?"

Do you:
>A) Accept
>B) Reject
>C) Ask to Slow Down
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No. 1104284 ID: 73a678

>>1104283
>A) Accept

We're trying to be nice and thoughtful, sure, but we're not a saint and this seems to US like a very good idea because the horny, it is powerful.
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No. 1104287 ID: 9ae3b5

A is a good idea
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No. 1104293 ID: b1ed01

Hear me out, I think we can fix her
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No. 1104294 ID: 0db8d3

A/C

Do you want this? Absolutely. But it's happening so fast that you're more than a little overwhelmed- enough to give you pause.
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No. 1104296 ID: 67c0df

A) how can you not?
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No. 1104361 ID: 9cd6c3
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1104361

>it's happening so fast that you're more than a little overwhelmed- enough to give you pause.
>we're not a saint and this seems to US like a very good idea because the horny, it is powerful.

There are two wolves in you. They both agree with each other on the topic. Yet both raise good points. You know maybe you should stop and think about this. You've watched Eiko speed, shift, and swing between these different states of herself, all to a stranger, in a way that should terrify. It's clear that there's something not right in her mind.

>how can you not?

There's something not right in yours, either. You know this. Your infatuation (and horny), has led you to this point, how can you not accept? You don't know when you'll get this chance again. Frankly, what's so bad in letting you both indulge? You can deal with the potential consequences after.

>we can fix her

You don't want to fix Eiko. You like her exactly the way she is.

The kiss is soft. You follow her lead as she deepens it. She grips the tag of your collar tightly, keeping you close.
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No. 1104362 ID: 9cd6c3
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1104362

When you lean over her, thinking that it'll be right on the table, she pulls away, and moves to stand, "No, in my room."

You find your tail wagging in excitement as she continues to tug you by the collar, leading you with this look of amusement.

You don't have time to process her room. All you can smell is her. All you can see is her.

Your half damp jeans feel like a prison as you watch her undress. Your fingers furiously tug down at the waistband, an embarrassing fight ensuing that has Eiko giggling at your expense, until you're down to your underwear. You're glad you invested in the kind that doubles as a strap. The jacket falls away too. You need the mobility.

Eiko climbs backward onto the bed, her hands moving behind her in a way that escapes your vision. She looks down at you then back up. There's a lust there that you're relieved to see.

You stand a bit dumbly as almost all knowledge of sex escapes you, the participation anxiety suddenly biting, "Is there- anything off limits?"

She seems to pause in her fervor, "Just keep it simple. I'm not delicate." She hums, "You can be rough, but I'll be rough back, if you do."

You feel your excitement rise. "Right.. Biting? Bruises?"

"Not too much. I need to move later."
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No. 1104363 ID: 9cd6c3
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Despite how it might kill the mood, you ask, "Are you going to stay in this form? Not that I think you look bad... I just.." You're a bit wary of the size difference making her uncomfortable. And how you'll react if you bite her. You don't know if you'll let go.

Eiko seems to get shy at this question, though there's an awareness, shifting herself more to rest on her elbows, "Yeah, it's fine. You won't break me."

She keeps her shorts on, though tantalizingly ridden up, so you can see the soft flesh of her thighs. She gestures to you and that's when you finally move towards her, your knee sinking into the bed, holding your weight well.

"Do you have any toys?"

"In my nightstand, but don't take too long to look if you're using anything."

"Where should I-?"

"Just start touching me, I'll move you if I don't like it."

How should you do this? Should you ask more questions?
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No. 1104364 ID: d30887

Tease her until she yells at you to 'lick or die'.
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No. 1104365 ID: 73a678

>>1104363
No reason to ignore the bounty laid before you. Start licking.
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No. 1104366 ID: 0db8d3

>Should I ask more questions?
Hell no! Shut the fuck up and indulge.

Start with just your hands, nose, and lips. Add in the tongue once things start to heat up, then give her the ol' down-and-around. Kisses and licks from ear to toe only finding the prize on the way back up, gradually slowing down the entire time.

Save the toys for the next round or for when you're up.
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No. 1104370 ID: 6c233e

Explore this tantalizing landscape
with your tongue
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No. 1104642 ID: 9cd6c3
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1104642

You want to make the most of the bounty laid before you. Your tail wags as you move forward to touch Eiko, your hands slow and careful at first, which seems to still surprise her.

You take your time exploring, your tongue eventually teasing her as you lick all the exposed inches of skin. She twitches at first, then starts to breathe heavily, eventually squirming. It almost turns into a game of chicken. She tries to suppress the neediness that starts to grow, while you keep yourself from jumping right in and wolfing her down.

You go up and down, planting kisses here and there. When you reach her neck, she grabs onto you, fingers gripping onto your back. Almost clawing. You're both hot from the contact, bodies grinding.


"If you don't eat me right now, I'll kill you." She sounds undone. Quicker than you'd think.

You plant another kiss as if you didn't hear her, tongue lapping at the salt under her jaw. This time, she digs her nails in hard enough to hurt. Then growls. You feel triumphant.
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No. 1104643 ID: 9cd6c3
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1104643

You have your feast. Eiko's loud when she howls.
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No. 1104645 ID: 9cd6c3
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1104645

Meanwhile... A party bumps. The music echoes throughout the warehouse in waves, vibrating people to their bones as colored lights blink and turn. Sweat and weed and metal punctuate the nose. People yell and scream, taken by the atmosphere. Bets are placed and blood is drawn. A chorus of cheers rattle. The sound of fists on skin cannot be heard over all the noise.

A typical rager hosted by the Bulls.
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No. 1104646 ID: 9cd6c3
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1104646

The only qualifications for invitation include:

>Don't be a fucking rival gang member.
>Don't be a NARC.
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No. 1104647 ID: 9cd6c3
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1104647

You are VEX once again. Arms dealer. Interdimensional criminal. DEMON.

You find yourself at the beginning of an exchange after being invited by one of your contact's. You'll admit, you're intrigued. You haven't encountered another traveler in this dimension before. Though you'd be blind at this point not to recognize a merc. They're the most... interesting clientele.

Young seeming, though it's always hard to tell for sure, could be younger or older than you. Their fashion is definitely more modern. The person behind her is similar, with big ass hair in ponytails, arms crossed and staying silent the entire time. Though she eyes you with more awareness than a normal brute.

Looks like some magical girls.

You want a drink real bad, "So, how the hell did you get in here?"

The merc smiles at you, calculating, "We were invited."

You give her a look. She smiles wider, tone diplomatic, "We're on a business visa."

Huh. To think this dimension is starting to get cleared for travel... Not a good sign. DB only starts letting people in when they're feeling real confident in their grip.

You consider for a moment that you're dealing with bounty hunters. Since you're in Bulls territory, you weren't worrying about any Wolves sniffing you out. They'd be idiots to get too close with all the guards circling the block. Though if you knew that some of your clients would be travelers, you would've put your DEALER MASK on and not just the plain black.

You lean back, "Well, what can I do for you?"

"You're the arms dealer, right? We're looking for something."

Your contact over the phone wanted you to swing by since they had some "people in need." You took that as code for drugs. They love a good powder around here. Though what would some legal travelers need with weapons from here of all places? You'd get it if they were tagged like you and needed to keep the deal quiet, but they could buy arms from anywhere. And they don't seem like they want drugs.

Do you:

>A)Open up shop
>B)Check status window
>C)Check inventory
>D)Ask for more information
>E)____

----

[PATCH NOTES: ALL MECHANICS HAVE BEEN MODIFIED]

[>INTUITION: 2/3 USES. DRAW ANY DESIRED CARD FROM YOUR SPELL DECK. ROLLS NO LONGER NEEDED. 3 USES PER DAY]

[>VALUE SYSTEM: TO KEEP NUMEBRS FROM BEING ARBITRARILY THROWN AROUND. ALL ITEMS, INFORMATION, AND SERVICES WILL NOW BE GRADED FROM LOW = *, MID = **, AND HIGH = ***. WHEN TRADING, THINGS CAN BE EXCHANGED IN EQUIVALENTS. E.G. 2 LOW GRADES = 1 MID GRADE.]
[NOTE: ITEMS CAN HAVE NO VALUE AT ALL]

[>INVENTORY: 54 SLOTS. 52 OUT OF 54 SLOTS HAVE A WEIGHT LIMIT OF 20 LBS PER SLOT. 2 JOKER SLOTS HAVE A WEIGHT LIMIT OF 1000 LBS PER SLOT. ITEMS WILL BE AUTOMATICALLY CATEGORIZED FOR EASE OF SEARCHABILITY. YOU CAN CHECK, DRAW, AND INPUT ITEMS INTO YOUR INVENTORY ANY TIME.]
[NOTE: A SLOT = 1 PHYSICAL CARD. ITEMS IN YOUR CARD INVENTORY CAN ONLY BE REMOVED BY YOU. BUT THE PHYSICAL CARD CAN STILL BE STOLEN.]
[33/52. 0/2]

[CURRENT DECK SPELLS: FIREBALL, FLEE, BURST, IDENTIFY, DARKNESS]
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No. 1104648 ID: d30887

D) Don't sell anything just yet. Let them ramble.
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No. 1104657 ID: 6c233e

D) Ask them what exactly they're looking for before you show anything.
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No. 1104690 ID: 73a678

DB's got enough of a stranglehold on this place to start up some tourism? Worrisome. How tough would it be to bail if that's happening?
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No. 1104876 ID: 9cd6c3
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1104876

>DB's got enough of a stranglehold on this place to start up some tourism? Worrisome. How tough would it be to bail if that's happening?

Not quite a stranglehold yet, you think. The way DB operates is different depending on the type of dimension. If there aren't any "masters" of that dimension already, they'll start sending in their missionaries and angels to spread their influence. If there's already a multi-dimensional, they'll offer their services and keep an eye out for travelers. If they strike a deal, DB handles all the travel costs and regulation, in exchange for controlling who goes in and out, having as much freedom as possible in having their agents operate there, or for technological knowledge.

Most multis are smart enough to reject them completely, or if they care more about keeping their territory the way they want, they'll accept and just keep an eye out on their movements. You've heard stories of them taking over territories through sneaky infiltration or starting holy wars.

Here, in this dimension, there was no multi that you were aware of. Technologically rudimentary, but not far back enough to be an interest point in developing civilization. Nor is magic prolific enough to create eye-catching settings, spells, or characters. Not by your standards anyway. Sure, the population is big enough for people to be "fed" on, but the majority of multis are more interested in being entertained by their sandboxes than in achieving endless power. And minding their business. G0D is one of the anomalies here.

And from what you've seen, or, well, from what you haven't yet seen, DB is still at the beginning stages of rooting themselves into the populace.

It's a slow, arduous process, that only a masochist of a multi would want to do.

.... Was that your thought just now?
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No. 1104877 ID: 9cd6c3
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1104877

Anyway, it's not too much to worry about at this moment. Sure, they're starting to accept applications for visitations, but you doubt there's any being approved for tourists. Business visas makes sense, they're more likely to be short-term stays with clear detailable goals that they can keep track of. DB wouldn't approve anything that involves interacting with the populace for more than needed.

Those perks, of course, will only be allowed for everyone outside of this dimension. Once they're well established, anyone already capable of interdimensional travel can just apply to visit where they want to. Meanwhile, locals like Eiko would only be able to dream of that kind of freedom. Through legal means, her only option would be to join DB's cult to acquire a set of wings. And after that, she'd only be allowed to travel where they tell her to go. A permanent leash. She'd likely hate every second of it.

... It's why you didn't tell her about the "legal" way at all... Even if she were to encounter another traveler, the price would be impossible for her to pay for a usable device..

For you, it'll become a much bigger problem if you ever come back here. As G0D's home territory, they'll hone in on your signature at record speed and have someone on your ass in a blink. You know this from experience. You'll have to hope and pray your AW wont take long to charge.

But as of now, you should be able to achieve your goal and escape.

Should...
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No. 1104878 ID: 9cd6c3
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1104878

You gesture with your free hand, "You'll have to be more specific than that. Why don't we get to know each other while you're giving me the details?"

The traveler glances at the person behind her then back, "Pleased to meet you, I'm Illeore, and this is my partner, Andrima."

She pauses and you take that moment to introduce yourself, "I go by Vex. Nice meeting y'all."

"Likewise. Vex- can I call ya V? Anyway, we've been looking for an... old lookin’ item, just a lil’ wooden music box. You wouldn't happen to have it, would you?"

The busted magitech you picked up from the antique store? That one? It couldn't be that valuable... It has to be sentimental. Or maybe its value degraded as time went by and it got damaged around here. Hard to fully say when you haven't had the chance to try and repair it.

Your brows furrow, but you don't let your interest show, "Sure. V's fine. And I might. What would you want with something like that?"

She doesn't give anything away, the smile still in place, all professional, "Sorry- client confidentiality. Just need to know. You have one or not?"

"Alright, alright. I think I have one in stock," you lean forward, "But I'm going to need a little more before we can do business. I like vetting my clients first."

"How so?"

"What are y'all?"

"Formally? ‘Multirole Problem Resolution Specialists’. But that's a mouthful and sounds suuuper corporate, so I like to just call us magical girls for hire. We go by Silver Eye Solutions. Have you heard of us?"

You think back to if you've heard of their group before. The name's familiar, but the bell doesn't ring. "Sounds familiar enough." Whatever dimensional traveler left it must be paining for it back if they had to hire someone else to get it. You doubt that this item was originally Illeore's.

"Anything else you'd like to know? Should I give you the sales pitch?" You're half convinced she's messing with you a bit, now.

[Credit to Ceekay for the characters "Illeore" and "Andrima"!]
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No. 1104898 ID: 538bd8

>>1104878
(I'm a bit biased on this entry, obviously, so I'll be abstaining. Just wanted to say fun depiction of them so far!)
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No. 1104915 ID: 6c233e

yeah lets get the pitch. might help get a read on these jokers.
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No. 1105020 ID: 122fc7

have they been asking every person around about this music box? seems sus
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No. 1105129 ID: ca56f7
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1105129

At Illeore's playfulness, you decide to switch gears a bit. You don't like keeping the stoic professionalism if you don't need to.

You lean back on your chair, the front leg lifting slightly off the ground as the heel of your foot rocks with the movement, your voice raised to be clearer over the sound of loud thumping music, "Sales pitch? It better be something good up your sleeve."

Illeore gestures with her hand, "We pride ourselves on quality, thoroughness. Efficiency. We can handle a multitude of scenarios: from, of course, object requisition and retrieval, to interpersonal troubleshooting, to aggressive consultation, to protective services- and beyond." She grins. "We've got an eye for a little bit of everything."

You translate her words in your mind. Theft. Assassination. Blackmail. Bodyguarding. Seems like you have some all-rounder mercenaries in your company. And you do believe her there, "And what exactly brings you knocking on my door specifically? Have y'all been asking every person around here about this box?"

There's a pause. The crowd below cheers as another brutal hit lands.

Illeore hums, her stare calculating, "Not quite. We originally tracked it down to this little shop downtown. Nothing about any interested parties. Funny thing, though- the item was missing, and there was a dead body in the back. You wouldn't happen to know about that, would you?"

Ah, right. That sad, sad, guy. A dead snitch is better than one that can talk.

Your tone is a shrug, "Does it matter? You aren't bounty hunters, are you?"

She shrugs, "Eh, not today." Then she smiles and laughs, high and sharp, "I mean, if we were out for your head, we wouldn't be talking right now."

You chuckle too, "No, we wouldn't."

There's the thumping of feet stomping along to the heavy drums, muffled background noise, the air hot from constant bodily movement. You both stare at each other for a long, long, second. 2 against 1 is never good odds, but you've dealt with worse. You fight dirty, brutal, indiscriminate with what you use and how you use it. Your survival is always more important than someone's opinions or your reputation. Even if they overpower you, it won't be an easy fight. You'll make it as embarrassing as possible if it comes down to it.

A respectful nod of acknowledgement is exchanged.
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No. 1105130 ID: ca56f7
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1105130

Illeore gestures, "Ahem, welllll, in exchange for the music box, we can provide you with a selection of currency, items, information, or a combination of any. Of equivalent value that is. We do not exchange services."

You consider the pitch, "You aren't going to rob me, right?"

She shrugs. "Don't see why we would need to."

That's not a no. You snort, "I wouldn't bother trying. My items are bound by my magic. It's gonna be a lot more expensive trying to find someone that could crack it open," you gesture dismissively. "If you don't believe me, that's fine, I could have the card destroy itself and any item in it too."

It's a lie of course. Once the inventory card is out of your hands, you wont be able to do anything to it. What isn't a lie, is its difficulty to unbind. There's a low percentage of people that can break the kind of magic you have open and you studied under one of them to make sure it would be hell for them to crack again. Though, no one really believes that part.

If she believes you, she doesn't show it, simply nodding. "Noted. Here's what we have to offer!"

ILLEORE'S OFFERS:

CURRENCY
>COLD HARD CASH [FOR ANY APPLICABLE CURRENCY] (500C * to 5000C ***)

INFORMATION
>Past Clients (**)
>Angel Activity In the Area (*)
>1 Biggle Search [Knowledge from the Compendium of Universal Info](*)

ITEMS
>1 APHRODISIAC VIAL [WHY?] (*)
>1 MARBLE MINE [REMOTE EXPLOSIVE = C4] (*)
>1 MILD HEALING POTION (*)
>NOVELTY T-SHIRT (FREE)
>SPYGLASS [ALLOWS USER TO LOOK THROUGH 1 WALL/DOOR AT A TIME] (**)
>TRAVEL WATCH [3 USES EVER. TRAVEL UP TO 10 LISTED DIMENSIONS.] (****)

Ah, the temptation of just cashing out completely. You'd be all set for the next three, maybe four jumps, with that much money at your disposal. Though it's not a bad selection, information can be more useful than you expect, especially if there's a certain someone aiding the guy you're trying to kill. The other items have their uses in different.. creative ways... Though the novelty T-shirt also gives you pause, it's gotta be something she wants to get rid of for whatever reason. Could also be very handy for your current mission...

Hold the fucking presses though... A travel watch? Difficult merch to come by, especially from people willing to sell them. Not that you have much of a use for it. It's range is too limited for your needs, but it could be a good sell for later. Although... maybe Eiko could make use of it.. But are you that generous?

YOUR OFFERS:
>HARMONIC MUSIC BOX WORTH (***) (MUST SELL)
>CERAMIC FROG [USER CAN LEAP 30FT] (**)
>UNIDENTIFIED RING (??)
>2 MAGIC SCROLLS [AVERAGE SPELLS] (*)

Since they have their own resources, they're more interested in your magical wares. You can also provide them information, but you don't know what would be valuable to them.

A) Start Exchange (Pick Items)
B) Ask About Items/Info
C) Haggle Prices (Provide Argument)
D) Examine Surroundings
E) ____
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No. 1105140 ID: 73a678

>>1105130
From a pure strategy POV...I think I would personally go for some of the cash, one Mild Healing Potion, and the Spyglass in exchange for the music box and the 2 scrolls. Intel is very tempting, though.

Just my two cents- I got no clue about what's coming.
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No. 1105141 ID: d30887

Try to persuade them on the usefulness of the frog. They're magical girls. And magical girls that can jump long get good views.

Definitely get the travel watch. Good for Eiko if you can't use it, and a life-saver for you if you need a few extra hours to recharge your AW.

Spyglass and marble mine give you breaching options, and a viable chance to assassinate your target with a solid wall keeping them from smelling you. Set up a C4 charge on the other side, and boom.

So I guess sell everything but the ring.

>Free T-Shirt
Tell them to give it to the next entity with the 'homeless' Tag that they see.
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No. 1105163 ID: 6c233e

If you trade the box and frog you can get 500c, marble, spyglass, and info on angels.

and take the novel-t-shirt for fun
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No. 1105199 ID: 73a678

>>1105141
I think your math is off. that's seven stars worth and unless we sell the ring can only get six.
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No. 1105280 ID: 32cb67

ask her ab value of ring and if it can do anythin special, regardless of if shes lying to me or not, if the ring is 3 stars or more, sell it for cash only, if less than 3 stars then keep ring

sell also: music box, 2 magic scrolls
acquire: angel activity in the area, novelty t shirt, spyglass, healing potion
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No. 1105284 ID: d30887

>>1105199
I thought the watch was only ***. We should haggle to lower the price to that.
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No. 1105490 ID: ca56f7
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1105490

"So, I have some real nice merchandise on me. This frog here? Just having it on you lets you leap up to 30ft any which way. You both look like busy people, especially if you have somewhere to be or someone to catch, wouldn't having those extra feet help? Can be real great for dramatics and going from building to building. "

Illeore mulls this over, glancing back at Andrima, who just gives her a look you can't quite decipher.

"How much?"

"You're thinking two, I'm thinking three. No cooldown, no attunement, does what's needed right out the leap." You laugh.

"Hmmm...pricey...buuuuuuut-" she pauses, before looking at Andrima again, who just cocks an eyebrow. You're not certain what that means, but it's odd. A hand goes up on the side of her face, blocking your view of her mouth.

She clearly mouths something, and it must've been convincing, because Andrima makes a pensive expression, then tilts her head in what looks like an acquiescence of sorts. She turns around, her expression a bit more pleasant. "We can go for three."

Excellent. You move on, "Next up is this nice ring I have here, why don't you give it a look for yourself?"

You take the ring out of the inventory card to deposit onto the table. Illeore stares with a curious eye before moving to pick it up to examine, turning it this way and that in her hands.

"Hm.. I'd say this is about low-grade. What does it do exactly?"

You keep your cool, "Just low-grade? I think you're underselling it a bit. It's made of some real magical material. Why don't you buy it for three and you can find out its other uses?"

She stares at you. You hold steady. "...Sooooo you don't know?"

"I didn't say that."

She fixes you with a flat look. "It would be a bit of a disadvantage for me to buy something that the seller won't explain, don'tcha think?"

You shoot back, "Then don't buy it."

Her eyes narrow. Curiosity piqued? "So it does something besides look pretty?"

"It does." You know that much.

She takes another close look at it before taking a breath. Back to the neutral face. "Moving on?"

Ah, looks like you won't be selling that ring after all. You aren't that disappointed since it was a bit of a shot in the dark. You can properly IDENTIFY it later. "Now... about that travel watch. What's it gonna take to go for a high-grade price?"

Illeore exchanges a look with Miranda before chuckling, "We're not budging on that. It's 4 stars or none."

You gesture, "It is a pretty limited use item. And you can't travel to too many places with it. Surely it can't be that valuable for you to use either."

"That is true, but I could sell it to anyone else willing to buy it. And that ain't a small number."

"Maybe we could come to a different agreement? I have some other things I could throw in?"

She shakes her head, "Not interested."

Damn... No dice on that.
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No. 1105491 ID: ca56f7
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1105491

In the end, you sell the MUSIC BOX (***), 2 SCROLLS (*), and CERAMIC FROG (***), exchanging them for the SPYGLASS (**), MARBLE MINE (*), HEALING POTION (*), and the info on angel activity (*). You also take the free NOVELTY T-SHIRT for the hell of it. You can dump it on someone else too if need be. And from a quick look on Illeore's face, she's relieved to be free of it too.

With the extra * earned from haggling the frog, leaving you at **'s, you exchange it for 2500C. It's a great haul. You feel your mouth about to split from how hard you find yourself grinning at the stack of cash they place in your hands.

You give it a good sniff before quickly storing it away. You can help Eiko another way, if she really wants your help or not.

[INVENTORY: 35/52]

Illeore happily takes the frog and other items from your hands. They keep the music box closed, instead moving to scan and store it away.

Illeore gestures, "Soooo... those angels, we've seen a few of them around. One that escorted us in after we got our business visas, though they left quickly after. Another we saw flying overhead about two cities down south-east of here." She pauses to recall, "Oh, and one more going around the city we were just in. The one with all the wolves."

"Tandem." Andrima interrupts. You both look at her, and she elaborates. "Tandem operation. Senior and junior." Her voice is deeper, curt, and precise.

Andrima speaking up does surprise you for a moment, but her info is good. Hearing that there's more than one angel though is troublesome... "The one in wolvestown, how did they look? Did they seem like they were going somewhere?"

Illeore gestures, "The usual? Businesswear, halos, wings. They were pretty far away. Seemed humanoid." She shrugs. "One flew off from this building that had a crab. Another flew up from farther out, as far as I could tell it was the same one that was scouting out the farther cities. They spoke in the sky very briefly before splitting up again. It happened sometime in the afternoon."

"The one that came from far out and left first was likely the junior reporting in. More gestures from the other one, and that's the one that stayed. No weapons visibly out." Andrima opines.

Damn, looks like you were a hair's away from getting caught. You mull. It doesn't paint a pretty picture, but at least you know how many you could be working with. With a two angel operation... They had to have been alerted to your flight signature when you landed here.. Were they already looking for you?

But hey, it looks like Eiko could get those wings after all.

"I know how it sounds, but did they seem dangerous?"

Illeore shrugs, "With how little information I have, I can't say."

That's reasonable. You give her a nod and thank her for her time and money.

She tips her hat, "Pleasure doing business."

Now that they have what they need, Illeore moves to stand, exchanging words with Andrima as they both head out. You open your mouth to ask if they'll still be around, but think better of it as you watch. Exchanges with other travelers should be brief. Professional.
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No. 1105492 ID: ca56f7
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1105492

You are now alone with your thoughts. While the angels being around isn't ideal, you can still work with it. Can't go in guns blazing, but you were going to take a stealthier approach anyway.

As you look around, all around you are bodies. A few of the higher ranked Bulls mill about, sitting, chatting, and watching. Relatively laid back. In their element. Your contact is also nearby, watching the fight in the ring with a drunken gaze. Potential customers lay about. There's a makeshift bar at the end of the walkway where a bartender goes between bottles and beers. They have a nice selection.

Down below, the concert rages and a bell rings. Two goons come down into the makeshift cage to drag a body out as the victor raises a fist up to the cheering crowd. Looks like they wrapped up an execution, they only introduce weapons when they're punishing someone specific. And there's plenty more rounds that will go on until well past 1AM. With each fight, you can bet, and potentially gain a lot more money than you have. Maybe even double your earnings.

It's a playground out here. Chances of having a little fun and making money hide in every corner. Yet again, you are tired.

Do you:
>Stay
>Hang Outside
>Head Back
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No. 1105498 ID: 6c233e

Just one bet couldn't hurt.
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No. 1105535 ID: 73a678

>>1105492
Methinks it's better to hang it up for now and get rested for whatever horseshit you have to deal with in the morning.
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No. 1105643 ID: 28be7b

As tempting as it is, think we should head back.
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No. 1105698 ID: ca56f7
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1105698

You check your flip-phone for the time and note how it's getting to midnight. As fun as the festivities around here are, you got what you came for and then some. Maybe you can squeeze a shower in before hitting the couch for some long awaited sleep in preparation for tomorrow.

It's going to be a long walk back to Eiko's place.

You don't look at anyone for longer than a quick glance as you leave, the sounds around you dulled by now. Steadily, you weave through the crowd, your movements practiced, head up but not high enough to be noticeable.

When the cold night air hits you this time, it stings like a slap. The streets are nigh empty this time of night. Quiet, as you exit the party, except for the slight rustle of wind and a car passing by in the distance. Too quiet for your own mind to be sufficiently distracted. You always try not to think too long about your situation, but meeting those travelers reminded you of how alone you are. Are you lonely? Of course. But what can you do? With those angels around?

The only face you see more often than your own is your Archangel's. Despite how you both long to end each other, you cannot help but be... comforted by the sight of her. You've known each other for what feels like the start of your life. Even when you feel dead, seeing her reminds you that you are alive. That you want to live. However spitefully. That for as long as you are alive, that she will find a way to keep chasing you. And it will never end.

You don't know much about her life, really, she refuses to do more than stab you, call you names, and have a guilt-ridden meltdown after you fuck. But in a way, you think you do know her. You know that she is around your age, that she's prideful, cold, and that she has a deep hole in her chest that matches your own. She just thinks that it's full.

You know what name they assigned her, Haziel. But you call her Haze. It feels fitting. You sure felt hazy when you first met and she sliced your face down bloody.
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No. 1105699 ID: ca56f7
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1105699

Ah... Someone's following you.

It wouldn't be Haze, she doesn't follow. She hunts.
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No. 1105706 ID: 6c233e

Well if they wanted to kill you, its a deserted street so they would have tried already. Walk around a corner and wait for them to catch up. Get this confrontation over with so you can get back in where its warm.
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No. 1105792 ID: ca56f7
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1105792

You figure that if they were here to kill you they would've made the jump by now. Rounding the corner into the closest alley, you wait, your senses strained to hear muffled footsteps approach at an even, patient pace. You almost want to yell at them to hurry it up.

Eventually, a figure comes into view, a taller, slightly lankier wolf in jorts and a rolled up button up that's just barely doing its job. He stops once he sees you in the corner of his eye, paws pivoting as he turns to face you. You don't see.. full recognition in his eyes... but he seems to know something.

You frown under the mask, it's unmistakable that this is one of the Bites. But how would he know of you or even to follow...

"Hey," he drawls out, voice surprisingly young, almost teenage-like, "You got a smoke?"

You blink at him. He slouches as he stares at you with an odd air. He couldn't have seen you at the party. They would've barred him from entry. A coincidence? Couldn't be...

The gears turn. You realize you're taking too long to respond, the fatigue starting to catch up. You shrug your shoulders, feeling the weight of Eiko's gun from the pull of your jacket, trying to figure his angle, "Yeah, here."

You reach into your pocket for the smokes.
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No. 1105793 ID: ca56f7
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1105793

A claw lashes through the air. You backstep quickly, the wild swipe missing your chest but tears at your jacket, fabric straining then ribboning. A heavy ring shatters the air from Eiko's gun landing and skidding, your inventory cards flying out after and scattering across the alley floor.

Your blood runs hot at the sight. Murderous.

The wolf reels back, quickly creating distance. "Whew, real fast cat," his head turns this way and that at the floor in confusion, "The fuck, did you rob a casino?"

You don't respond, stancing up, your fists tight as you hold them up in a boxer's stance.

He takes another step back, eyes narrowing at the gun then back to you, "That's one of ours," his ears fold back with a snarl, "What else did you take?"

You grit your teeth, "What's your goddamn problem?"
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No. 1105794 ID: d30887

Dooodge!
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No. 1105795 ID: ca56f7
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1105795

He shifts his weight, "You smell like a wolf, but you ain't a wolf. And I've never seen you around before. You get me?"

A real shoot first asshole here. You almost laugh. "You ever heard of friends?"

His arm stretches out, cutting off the exit, "You're no friend of mine. Give me what you got."

Your knife sheathed to your left arm waits for your hand. The spell cards in your left side are also untouched. Eiko's gun's across the floor. The only card face up is the ring.

What do you aim for?
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No. 1105810 ID: 0db8d3

Let's do this quick and dirty.
Pull out your knife in reverse grip then lunge for an obvious but difficult to dodge swipe at his mid section. Instead of striking for the midsection though, swing up towards the incoming block or counterattack while activating the plasma-cutter function.
He won't be needing that hand soon anyway.
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No. 1106744 ID: ab08d4
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1106744

>Let's do this quick and dirty.

Your movements flow with ease, muscle memory taking over as your knife almost flies from the sheath to your hand, reversing the grip with a flick and swipe of your fingers.

You crouch first, left hand ahead so it looks like you're aiming for his mid section. You key for the anticipation in his movements, the slight rise in his body, the tension of arm to elbow to hand moving upward to strike down. Turn of the hips to try and lessen the deepness of the cut and to add power to the arm as he counters.

Sucker.
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No. 1106745 ID: ab08d4
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1106745

You surge forward. He moves to strike. When his arm gets close, your thumb flicks the plasma cutter function, light shining now from the blade as you course correct your swing, back foot punching upward as you put your weight into its momentum. A reverse guillotine. Knife on butter.

There's the sound of a long sizzle, flies caught against the electric lamps on a summer day. No blood. No smell except a hint of cooked meat. You duck down as your hand finishes the arc and roll right past to get some distance again. The floor is hard against your back, foot pivoting so he doesn't have the chance to hit it.
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No. 1106746 ID: ab08d4
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1106746

He doesn't even realize what happened. Just stares at the empty space for a moment in confusion at how he didn't hit you. Takes a step back. Then looks down.

A loud screeching howl shatters the alley. Your eardrums almost burst. Adrenaline hits. You didn't think he was a screamer. You need to move. Quickly. Before anyone else comes.
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No. 1106748 ID: ab08d4
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1106748

Move. Turn the plasma function off. Drive yourself upward. Cut his windpipe. Make him quiet.

The panic in his throat rattles.

Shut up. SHUT UP.
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No. 1106749 ID: ab08d4
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1106749

... You cut too deep. Hit the artery. Now his blood is spraying out-- his movements clumsy-- as he tries to squish down the wound with his one good claw and a fresh stump. There's panic in his eyes. Too short of a life flashing in there. It's a constant, you find, in every person. People like life more than they think.

You look at him with mild pity. Shake your head. When he reaches out to you, you kick him solid in the chest and send him tumbling down. The day's emptied you of all your patience.

As he bleeds out, you move to gather your things from the alley floor-- not enough time to think-- and feel a sudden pain in your shoulder.
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No. 1106750 ID: ab08d4
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1106750

You touch it. Your left hand feels warm, coming away wet. You don't even know when he hit you. The exhaustion that's built up has made you slow and your movements clumsier. You click your tongue. It's more irritating than debilitating, so you won't use the potion. His claw only got down to muscle, not bone, which is good. The fibers slowly knit itself back together in an itchy-achy process, blood scabbing as the epidermis follows after. Though the blood already out of you just stays there and makes a mess. You'll heal up by morning.

In your rush, you pat down and swipe whatever you can feel in his pockets, not bothering to check what they are. You leave his body too. Someone else can deal with it.

... The rest of the walk is a blur. You scale the wall back up to Eiko's apartment, the porch door thankfully still unlocked. You almost collapse in relief. By god are you going to sleep like a log tonight.

You also... hear some unmistakable sounds from Eiko's bedroom. Well.. you were gone for a while. But a booty call at this hour? Good for her, you guess. You're the last person to be questioning other peoples' coping mechanisms.

Do you:
>A)Eat Something
>B)Shower/Clean Up
>C)Knock Out
>D)___
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No. 1106755 ID: 6c233e

couch time, ya sleebjy guy
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No. 1106804 ID: 38a2b1
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1106804

>couch time, ya sleebjy guy

Yuup. It's about that time. No time to think over the day, or energy for anything else besides taking a quick piss, washing your hands, then plopping down on the couch and knocking out the moment your eyes close. Fucked up jacket and blood and all. Eiko can hand you the cleaning bill later.

....

What do you dream about?
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No. 1106805 ID: 802951

Eiko! She's left an impression on you in a good way. Except the dream isn't lewd, it's... surprisingly domestic?
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No. 1106807 ID: 6c233e

Wolves chasing you and menacing wings
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No. 1106811 ID: d30887

When you murdered the angel.
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No. 1106862 ID: 0db8d3

A dream of you and Haze. Hoppin' worlds together, havin' a grand old time. No murder, no constantly looking over your shoulder. Just you two enjoying eachother's company, going on adventures, and getting into trouble. The fun kind of trouble, though.

The dream lasts longer than would otherwise be comfortable when you wake up. It felt real. Too real.

...Shit you must be allergic to wolf fur or something. Woke up and your eyes are waterin', damn.
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No. 1107003 ID: 38a2b1
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1107003

[All Suggestions Noted]

....
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No. 1107005 ID: 38a2b1
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1107005

You enter the living room. It is familiar. And not. It has always been here. You have always lived here. The couches with many blankets and patterned pillows your mom loves to use to decorate with, the coffee table with age-old scratches and too much clutter, the triangle windows and the tv that turns on when it feels like it. All familiar...

You glance out. It's early in the day. You think. Your siblings are mostly out by now, either at work or fucking off to do whatever.

You're going to work today. You need to. Bills have to be paid. You've been working your main job at the grocery store and another side hustle that brings you more money than anything else you've done before. Though it's risky business, so you'll have to stop soon...
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No. 1107006 ID: 38a2b1
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1107006

You turn your head to the kitchen and see your sibling, 4$$%%# Eiko, leaned on the kitchen counter. She seems to sense you, turning to look over before you can say a word. You catch a slight glimpse at her phone but don't process it.

Her expression is suspiciously cheerful. You're on edge.

You stare at her, voice taking on the tone of your older brother, "Shouldn't you be in class right now?"

Eiko snorts, "Don't be like that, I skipped for a reason."

"And what reason could that be? I'm helping pay for those classes you're skipping, you know."

Eiko easily shoots back, "What, I can't do something nice for my Nii-san Kuya?"

You look over now at the slight mess on the counter, noodle packets and flavoring plastics piled together, an eggshell, a keen burning scent.

Your tone's now suspicious, "And why would you do that?"

She continues her faux-doting-sibling act without missing a beat, "Well, like you said, you're helping pay for my school and you came home late last night. And you slept through breakfast." She whirls around to grab something beside her, "Here, I made your favorite."
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No. 1107007 ID: 38a2b1
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1107007

She presents what should be a bowl of noodles with what looks like volcanic ash on top. You look down at it unimpressed.

You half laugh, "Are you trying to kill me? What is this? A sprinkle of ash from the fireplace?"

Eiko's cheerful smile drops into her typical look of annoyance, ear twitching, before shoving the bowl more forcefully into your space. "You're funny. Just have a bite! I know you're hungry!"

She probably wants something.

Do you:
>Play Along
>Question Her Intentions More
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No. 1107012 ID: 6c233e

Well you are hungry, right? How bad could it be?
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No. 1107037 ID: 4899d4

Yeah, what’s the worst that could happen? Play along.
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No. 1107158 ID: 0db8d3

If she want's something it's not gonna be *bad*.
... Even if that looks like a metric shit-ton of black pepper and tamarind on there.

Might as well play along.
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No. 1107253 ID: 38a2b1
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1107253

You play along. It wouldn't hurt, you think, even with the metric shit-ton of black pepper and other burnt additions you can't quite identify.

Dramatically, you bow your head and accept the bowl with two hands like a starving orphan, "Sorry, sorry, thank you O' Generous One. I've been starving for so long I almost didn't recognize that it was food right in front of me."

Eiko rolls her eyes at you, but she smiles a little more genuinely. You take the chopsticks from the counter and dig into the noodles without hesitation. You've gotta sell it after all.

The first thing that enters your mouth is the bits of black on the top, that you now realize is black pepper, sliced tamarind, and what should have been a sunny-side egg. It tastes as bad as it looks, the smoldery texture from being pan-fried too long coating your mouth and throat, your eyes almost watering. You swallow it down like a champ. The noodles themselves are a bit soft and overcooked, yet feels relieving in comparison.

Outwardly, you overtly exaggerate, punctuating the slurps with "Mmm" sounds and the approving nod of your head. Eiko watches on. Not fully calling your bluff.

You do finish the bowl. You don't waste food no matter how bad it is. Although you have tried to teach Eiko how to cook, it never quite sticks. And she's expressed before how she'll just partner with someone that can... Good luck to that person on anniversaries.

Eiko takes the now empty bowl from you, a satisfied glint in her eye now that the exchange is complete. You're half convinced that what she wanted was to confine you to the bathroom for the rest of the day.
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No. 1107254 ID: 38a2b1
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1107254

You cross your arms and lean on the counter, "So, are there any other surprise acts of generosity for the day?"

Eiko hums and gestures in the air vaguely, "Maaybe. Aren't you busy today?"

You squint at her, "I've got work, yeah."

"I thought so. I hope it's not a long shift."

You know her words for what it is. But you can beat around this bush too. "It might. You know how it is at the grocery store. Every mom needs the cereal that just so happened to be out of stock."

Eiko feigns polite interest, "Oh, really?"

"Yeah. They always talk real nice at first until you tell them you won't check the back. Then suddenly it's as if I stabbed their firstborn. Veins popping and everything. They practically fling me through the backdoor like a ragdoll."

"No way."

"Yes way. By the time they find my body at the end of the shift it's already been picked clean. Who knows. Maybe I'll have an exciting day today and the receipt paper will run out so I can refill it."

"Really? They let you do that all by yourself?"

"Yup, they stopped watching me about two days ago."

Eiko's eyebrows raise, "Oh wow. Should we throw a party?"

"Maybe we should. You can pay for it, since you're so generous, right?"

You both stare at each other. Neither one wanting to relent. Eventually, Eiko concedes, miming you now as she crosses her arms. She did learn from you.

"I need a favor."

You run a little victory lap in your head, tone coy, "You? Asking me for something? I don't think I heard you right."

Eiko stares, looks away, looks back, then doubles down, seeming embarassed, "I told some friends that I could get some weed. Happy?"

Ah, good old mildly illegal fun. Sucks when you're not 21 yet.

"And you think I just have some?"

"I know you're a dealer. I'm not stupid."

Well... she's not quite right. And she's not quite wrong either. You haven't told your family about your side hustle as a matter of, well, they would be against it immediately.. The friends that do know are either in the business or don't want to be involved at all.

You give a slow nod, "How much? And what kind?" You can just stop by the dispensary on your way back from work.

"Well.. I'd say around..." she gestures, her hands forming a vague oval-shape, "A pound. A pound of... blunts.

You stare, the imagery of Eiko bringing that lifetime supply to a group of soft-faced freshmen is vivid. You put a hand over your mouth to suppress a laugh, "You don--don't-- don't know how much you need. Do you?"

She flusters, "It--It's a big party. A lot of people!" You grab onto the counter for support as the laugh busts out.
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No. 1107255 ID: 38a2b1
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1107255

You don't know how long you take to calm down. Eiko fizzles with embarrassment.

"Okay, okay, anything else, kid?"

Her mouth scrunches like she just ate a lemon, mind battling out whatever pieces of her pride she's willing to give away, "And alcohol. Enough for shots."

"Enough for shots?"

"Enough for shots." She repeats.

"What kind?"

"Of good alcohol."

You have a feeling if you laugh again that she'll pelt you with the nearest object... Has she always been this sheltered? You had your first drink as a kid, but maybe your parents learned better after that. "So... I take it you want to impress these people? Is this your first college party? Or what you read online on the first link?"

Eiko glares at you now then sighs and throws her hands up, "Yes! Fine! There's someone I like there and I want to impress her!"

You pause at the admission. Ohoho. Oh mann, have you finally achieved it? Are you going to become a sibling wingman?

You chuckle, the glee evident, "You don't need to send everyone into a coma to impress someone, y'know. Take it from someone that isn't single."

Eiko huffs, "Like I care about everyone else. The party's tonight and I have a plan, okay, I was going to show up with ##%%# and #***++* about 15-20 minutes late. We would've pre-gamed, obviously, but I would still be sober enough to recognize my surroundings. I'd scope out the main areas then wait for a break in the music to announce that I brought the good stuff. Everyone reacts. I take out the bag from my bag and ##%%# will take the alcohol out from his- since he has a mini freezer in his. I'm assuming they would already have the shot glasses there, but I'd have some extra just in case--" she pauses when she sees that she's starting to lose you.

"OKAY, wise guy, what else could I do?"
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No. 1107258 ID: 6c233e

You don't make a big show of it. You tell this girl she's cool and ask if she would like to share a toke. Trying to impress everyone will just look lame.
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No. 1107360 ID: 38a2b1
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1107360

You wave your hands in the air, "Don't make a big show of it. You'll look lame that way trying to impress everyone. Just tell this girl she's cool and ask if she'd like to share a toke."

Eiko's brows furrow, "That seems too simple."

You shrug, "Sometimes simple is the way to go."

She thinks over your advice with a skeptical expression, nodding, "I still want the blunts."

You chuckle, "Yeah, I figured. Will you be home waiting or should I see you at a secondary location?"

Eiko and you iron out the details of the drop off. She doesn't want her friends to meet you, some offense taken. Not that you want to be caught hanging out with a bunch of just-hit-their-20s anyway.

You move to sit down, "Sooo, what exactly do you like about this girl? Have you even spoken to her?"

Eiko opens the fridge, a mass of bubbles exiting, "I just think she's hot. She's in my engineering class and I heard her mention that she could bench 300."

"How shallow."

"You call me shallow. What did you even see in your partner?"

The memory is hazy, it must be the noodles, "Well, I saw her eyes first. We ### #### #### ##### ## ### ######. I fell for her at first sight. Literally. ####### ## ## #### and hit # #### ####."

Eiko snorts, the bubbles now collecting together around you, tone sarcastic, "Wow, you're such a romantic. Didn't you go to the hospital after?"

You playfully mime, "She actually drove me there after cradling me in her arms. I think she even cried a little."

Eiko mimes a gag. You laugh shamelessly.

A part of your face feels fuzzy. You ignore it. There's something you need to do. "Anyway, I gotta head to work. I'll see you later."
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No. 1107361 ID: 38a2b1
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1107361

You feel a hand on your arm. The touch is vague, almost ghostly.

Eiko speaks like her voice should be quiet, yet loud, her face seeming more like someone else's that you can't quite remember, "It should've been you that got to finish school. You wouldn't have to do all this. Maybe all of this wouldn't have happened at all."

You pause. Now's not the time for being sad. Not on your watch. You reach a hand out to pat her head comfortingly, the texture soft like a dog's fur, face normal again, "Don't be like that. I was failing my classes anyway. Just finish school for the both of us."

She stares, a certain droop to her ears. You don't regret it. And you can't help what's been done. You can only hope that she's better than you. Better off than you. You want a future for her that's carefree, where she can get the support that you didn't receive, and hopefully make something of herself that's not reliant on stealing from others. Where she'll achieve a high enough status to live comfortably. And won't feel the need to bend to the authority of a people that don't even live here.

Knock, knock, knock

You glance at the door. Eiko doesn't seem to notice.

What was that?
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No. 1107362 ID: 38a2b1
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1107362

"You call me shallow. You're ridiculous."

There are bubbles. Eiko is here. You are at home...

Your head feels hazy, it must be the noodles. It's on the tip of your tongue. What was it that you wanted to tell her? You've known her for years a day. You've done something unforgivable. You've done many unforgivable things. You're correcting one mistake.

(This is a safe space.)

What can you say, that you can't say awake?

>Vent
>Confess
>Apologize
>Make a Promise
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No. 1107368 ID: d30887

Confess.
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No. 1107381 ID: 6c233e

promise
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No. 1107398 ID: 802951

Promise you won't make the same mistakes you always have.
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No. 1107399 ID: 0db8d3

You wanted to make a promise, yeah?
You didn't.
You thought you were just being realistic.
You told yourself you didn't wan't her to be disappointed if you couldn't keep it.
Foolishness. A damnable lie to yourself. You were afraid of the responsibility. You were pretending that if you didn't speak it aloud, that somehow that absolved you of it.

You didn't know it yet, but this is where it would all start. The point of no return was imminent. The cliff rapidly approaching. If only you had grounded yourself in what truly mattered most to you, perhaps things may have ended... Differently...

Here... now... you can do the right thing.
Make the Promise.
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No. 1107770 ID: 38a2b1
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1107770

>Confess

A thought emerges that you previously ignored. Eiko's werewolfing was surprisingly rare around here. Back then, it seemed more common, with people able to flip between animalistic and humanoid. Then at a certain point, each generation after seemed to lose that control bit by bit... Now stuck in that inbetween. Only able to change by infecting one another. From wolves to bulls to snakes to wolves to lambs to deer and on and on and on.

"I know what type your family is, I knew when Julien first described y'all to me.."

You weren't sure how much they were werewolves like that. Especially with the other wolfkin around. Each dimension had different applications, different ways of defining their worlds, their rules. Like entering a new story. But if your hunch was right...

"Those bullets with the guns I sold him were pure silver. Not much on the other wolves here, about the same as a regular bullet." You recall the shininess of the .35 rounds that you loaded into the magazine. How you could see your reflection in them. 2 magazines total. Lead for the rest.

"... It's a different story for your type. Got confirmed to me after I cut those cuffs off of you. If it was enchanted, they wouldn't have split so easily. Yet, you couldn't do anything to break that tiny chain with all that muscle you could've popped my head in with."

Eiko... does not react to this knowledge. You don't know how she would. The confession leaving you is not comforting for you or her. It does not absolve you of how much of a part you played. Instead, it acts as a reminder. Another minuscule detail for you to hide in yourself because of the pain it could cause.

Man, even in your own mind it's hard not to lie.

"I only told him they would be effective. If he fucked up and used all the rounds or if it only took one, I don't know. And in the end, I know it doesn't change anything."
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No. 1107772 ID: 38a2b1
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1107772

>Promise

"This is kinda fucked up isn't it? Damn... I really don't remember.." You hold your head and feel the static edge your mind. "I had this.. I had a little sister.. I had older siblings. Do they still think about me? I hope not."

Thinking back.. you haven't relived this day in a long time. What it meant... It's inevitability. The approaching cliff. You don't know how much of it is true anymore. The fragments all patch-worked together.

"I was too much of a coward to say it in that moment.. Even now.. I want to get rid of you because that makes it all easy again. Don't have to think about all these hard things if it's not in front of me I guess."

You put your hands on her shoulders, staring into this figment. It isn't truly Eiko, but in this moment, it doesn't have to be.

"I'll take responsibility this time. I promise. I'll help you get what you need, whatever choice you want to make. I won't stop you. I can't be that brother you had, it would be shitty of me to try. But I'll support you. I'll even teach you some magic, even though I'm a shit teacher... But I'll try."

You're not one for grand speeches or declarations. That's for people that have the time to think.

Inhale. Exhale. "I'll never be good, but I'll be what you need."

Brutal. Efficient. Unending. You'll get the job done no matter what or who is in your way.

Demon.
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No. 1107773 ID: 38a2b1
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1107773

Knock, knock, knock.

This time you are not interrupted.

The door opens...
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No. 1107774 ID: 38a2b1
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1107774

"So, how was work today?"

"Oh it was okay, they extended mass breaks so now it's an extra thirty minutes."

"Oh! Since when did you convert?"

"Pretty recently, you get more vacation days when you are. And all I have to do is work extra when they ask and tune out during the breaks haha. It's not even that bad, since I don't need to work when they're speaking."

"Oh woah, I didn't know that. It's not... strange?"

"Nah, not really. I don't know why I avoided it for so long now that I've tried it. It's sooo much nicer than the normal 10 minute breaks. And I'm starting to see that maybe they have something good going on? All the speakers just look so relaxed and happy all the time. I kind of want to know if that's real."

"Huh, I always kind of avoided it since my family's pretty atheist. Kind of weird when everyone here's a Ziric right?"

"Yeah, I don't know what I was so afraid of."
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No. 1107775 ID: 38a2b1
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1107775

The voices trail off as they pass by. You've been listening without really processing. It's been a boring, mindless, day. Clock in. Zone out. Try not to lose your shit. Have a smoke break. Same as always...

Hmm.. But there's something out of place. A tinge of dread in your gut.

You're supposed to be doing something...
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No. 1107790 ID: 6c233e

You were supposed to get the food for the party tonight. You'll have to hurry to pick up wings and drinks from the store.
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No. 1107797 ID: 0db8d3

Supposed to be doin something?
Probably.
You know what though?
There's a random dog chillin' in the parking lot.
You gonna pet that dog?
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No. 1107813 ID: 38a2b1
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1107813

>You were supposed to get the food for the party tonight.

That's right. You got food and drinks for tonight's event. Wings, sodas, and other snack assortments that feel party appropriate. The real good stuff. Helps that you get an employee discount for things like this.

If they don't like your selection, you'll eat your shoe.
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No. 1107814 ID: 38a2b1
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1107814

>There's a random dog chillin' in the parking lot.
>You gonna pet that dog?

You did spot that dog. Who are you to turn down giving it the good ol' pet and scritch?

As you approach, you notice the way it seems to stay in place. Like it's waiting for you. Waiting for.. that good pet.

... Seems like a normal puppy. Nice shiny coat on it. Tongue lolling in excitement with a cute friendly face.

Do you pet the dog?
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No. 1107815 ID: d30887

No, you need to keep the groceries clean.
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No. 1107818 ID: 6c233e

That's how they get you, but you're too smart for that. Set the food down on the nearest car's roof then pet the dog.
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No. 1107820 ID: 1a0e59

Pet that pupper.
Then contemplate why there's so much blood left on your hands.

The dog was almost comically out of place, just happy to be there. An unwitting extra on the set of your life...

But there was just so much blood...
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No. 1107834 ID: 9bf007

I don't know, that dog is giving me some red flags and it comes from the red thing coming from its mouth. Observe it and see if it is coming near you.
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No. 1108051 ID: 38a2b1
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1108051

>No, you need to keep the groceries clean.
>Observe it and see if it is coming near you.

It would be bad to get the food and drinks all dirtied up with whatever this stray dog has.. It could have fleas or whatever that stuff is coming out of its... mouth? Could also have rabies and give you a bite you'll regret.

Oddly, you feel compelled to observe it. It stays in place, breathing quick from its excitement, yet endlessly patient. Perhaps it has been waiting a long time for someone to come to it. As any stray starved of affection would. It does not leap at you-- nor show signs of aggression. You watch as it stares up at you with with almost innocent eyes, tail wagging, and feel your resolve start to slowly break.

>That's how they get you, but you're too smart for that.
>Set the food down on the nearest car's roof then pet the dog.

A wise argument. Maybe you'll head back to the store and wash your hands after. Just for good measure...

Because G0D. You can't help it.
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No. 1108052 ID: 38a2b1
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1108052

>Pet that pupper.

It is just as satisfying as you imagined. Its fur is oddly soft to the touch, like a fluffy blanket. You feel yourself chuckle with glee. Its head bumps and rubs against your hand at the attention, your fingers moving to scritch around its head in response.

Its tail continues to wag at mach speed.

Nothing can beat this.
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No. 1108055 ID: 38a2b1
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1108055

When you eventually pull your hands away, you notice the stains, as if pulled from a daze. Who knows how long it would have taken to notice, if it wasn't red.

There's.. so much blood. But this is familiar.

It's not welcome. But it is familiar. How many have there been? How many faces.. people.. extras. You don't know. Even if you wanted to. All you remember is how warm it was after. How wet. Death is only cold when you wait long enough for the body to ice. There's no time for you to wait. To contemplate. You can only go.

You have to keep going.
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No. 1108056 ID: 38a2b1
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1108056

You remember now.

Answer 1 option each:

What is this?
>A) Spite
>B) Wrath
>C) Lust
>D) Fear
>E) Will
>F) ____

Do you pet it again?
>A) Yes
>B) No
>C) Just a pat
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No. 1108059 ID: 802951

E, C. Pat pat!
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No. 1108060 ID: 6c233e

F,A) Regret, yours and theirs, that your most intimate connection with most people is so final. But its still a connection, so keep petting.
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No. 1108069 ID: d30887

F) HATRED.
(And love)
No matter how hard you try to crowd out the emotion with corruption, self-destruction, and willful ignorance, your heart boils with a gruesome, impossible ambition:
You want Heaven to die. You want them to stop corrupting everything in the universe with sickly Light.
A) Pet it more. You're in too deep.
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No. 1108074 ID: 9bf007

F) Admiration.

B)
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No. 1108077 ID: 0db8d3

C, A

Lust, but not necessarily in a strictly sexual sense, but rather, desire. Desire for connection, desire to fill that explicitly human shaped hole that effectively *is* your being.

When's the last time you operated outside of survival mode? When was the last time you had a break? A vacation where you didn't have to look over your shoulder constantly?
When was the last time you got fucking sloshed with a friend you never worried would stab - or need to be stabbed by- you in the back later?
When was the last time you shared a bed with someone in an encounter that didn't both begin and end with weeping, curses, and the weight of reality pressing down upon you both?
When was the last time you had a real fucking hug?

Infact, fuck petting that monster, fucking cuddle that thing.
No matter how bloody or beastly it is, there comes a point where human desire crystalizes, metastisizes into a need- a point you crossed too long ago.

You'll take what you can fucking get.
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No. 1108162 ID: 73a678

>>1108056
E, C. We really should know better than this.
But we've made worse decision. Possible.
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No. 1108439 ID: 1fec47
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1108439

You behold it. Will. Regret. Hatred. Love. Admiration. Lust. An amalgamation of emotions deep within you that dictate your very being. Your core.

Its ghastly beastly appearance can only reflect the hardships that have wounded you. That have wounded others. A host of your last intimate connections to countless victims. The soil and seeds of your hatred for Heaven, that spurn you with such an intense drive to tear down its sickly corrupting light. Your desires for a life that has not been within reach in so, so, long, suffocated in its mass. You cannot help but be human. You cannot help but want to be cared for. To be touched gently. No matter how much you try to destroy it.

You can count on your fingers the amount of encounters you've had that were even close to a break. Momentary connections with people you've never seen again. You can count on one hand how many hugs you've received that ended well. When you allowed yourself the weakness.

Who are you when you are not a survivor? When was the last time you lived outside of the work? Your life has become an isolation, a dedication to a work that will not thank you, at the cost of human connection. But would you even be able to exist; to be a person with normal desires, connections, even friendships, if your paranoid mind allowed it? If your circumstances were to turn on its head, would love even be achievable without your complete unmaking?

When was the last time you even jerked off?

... Damn.
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No. 1108440 ID: 1fec47
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1108440

Looking at it now, you hesitate to touch it. You do. Your repulsion to yourself is only natural.

We are what we do to ourselves. Their blood. Your blood.

Yet... You are compelled.

You start with a gentle pat on its nose. It is cold, but it stares back and accepts the gesture. How can it refuse?

.....
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No. 1108441 ID: 1fec47
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1108441

.... You don't know when your arms wrapped around it, your body pressed into its still furry yet inky exterior. It surprisingly isn't uncomfortable. Instead, you start to feel warm. Achy. A nice warm bath after feeling sore.

The past is still there, but for a moment, it's behind you.
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No. 1108442 ID: 1fec47
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1108442

"###***"

You snap back to reality at the call of your name.

Huh... lost in thought.

A voice speaks; mature, soothing, almost aged with wisdom, Do not be alarmed. I have come as one of mercy. To make you an offer.
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No. 1108443 ID: 1fec47
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1108443

The angel is deceptively prim and calm. Face wrinkled with age. A facade, as angels can manipulate their appearances, the imagery meant to disarm. Wings tucked in so as not to intimidate. Her eyes have the intensity of someone that thinks you're beneath her. As all angels do.

Alarm bells ring in your mind. Have you finally been caught? You've been very careful about who you distribute the ANGELTECH to. Unless someone higher up the command ratted you out. Fuck.

No... You have to play this off. Angels evangelize just as often as others. Maybe this is just a coincidence, and after hearing her piece, she'll leave you be.

Do you:
>A) Attack
>B) Flee
>C) Listen
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No. 1108444 ID: 9bf007

Do not be afraid...to punch this thing in the face.
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No. 1108445 ID: 144b84

C. We just learned that gentleness can be rewarded!
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No. 1108446 ID: 0db8d3

Flee? There's no when to run.
Listen? You've heard it all before.
Attack? That's what they want.

Play the game. Strike when they least expect it. Prostration is but a temporary means to hide your defiance.
They have so much power, yet still they bleed like the rest of us. Remind them if this.
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No. 1108453 ID: 273c18

>>1108443
C. At least listen to the offer being made. If you don't like it, then you can act.
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No. 1108469 ID: fd169b

C)
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No. 1108475 ID: d30887

B) The longer you stay the longer her hackers can tear into your mind. Bail out. This is a dream, it is your duty/nature/instinct to wake up.
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No. 1108704 ID: 1fec47
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1108704

Your first instinct is to reel back and punch the angel in the face, a deep rage welling up inside you ready to explode. But you feel yourself hold back, the cautiousness of your nature warning you first to be patient. Wait to strike. You listen, not out of a want to, but out of necessity. You can run, but they will likely follow.

Whether or not they notice your thoughts, your body language, she does not say. Their smile remains placid, taking your silence as consent.

Their voice projects itself outward, clear, and almost cutting into your mind, "You have strayed from the righteous path of Zir. However, It is forgiving of those that have lost their way. It is only natural for mortals in their ignorance to sin. Therefore, I have come to offer you your redemption."

She holds a hand out, a halo materializing. The light from it is blinding, a shining gold that befits the otherworldliness of these... beings. You feel a sense of deja vu at the sight and a twist of disgust in your gut.

"Should you choose to walk the right path once more, you will earn the right of salvation. Your work, your body, and your blood, will slowly but surely cleanse the corruption of your soul, as you devote yourself to It and Its teachings once again. Do not besmirch this opportunity, it is the highest honor for this choice to be presented given your blasphemous crimes, mortal."

Irritation works its way through your veins and down to your fingers. A want for violence at the thinly veiled condescension.
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No. 1108705 ID: 1fec47
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1108705

Your mouth opens, your voice unable to keep back the defiance, "And if I refuse?"

Her eyebrow slightly raises, as if amused, "Why would you make such a poor decision? Do you not understand the weight of your sins?"

In her other hand, a dagger materializes, also a shimmering gold, ornate, almost ceremonial. Yet, you feel the touch of sickly divinity coming from it even just a few feet away.

"I d--"

"Your actions do not just corrupt you. It corrupts those around you, taints them with your sins, blackens their souls. Your friends, your family, have they not dealt with it enough? Do they even know what you have done to them? They would sooner denounce you, pray for you, and hope that you would come to make the right decision."

You feel yourself tremble.

She continues, "Why continue to touch them with your filthy hands. Spread your lies onto them. Your filth will fester. And I will have to come to them same as you to save them from themselves. You may look upon me with hatred, but you know in your core what you have done. There are only two ways to redeem yourself."

She holds both options out to you. "Work, and earn the right to earn Its grace once again. Or, cleanse yourself and your loved ones entirely of your corruption, with one simple redeeming act."

The guilt wells and bubbles. You cannot help but see some of the truth in her words. This is what you were taught. It has been what you've known. You thought your actions could be justified if it meant helping those around you. But it is selfishness within you. The ultimate sin.

She plucks the strings that were carved into you from childhood, an instrument built off of fear and guilt and want. To earn the right to be accepted. To redeem yourself through your worth.

To work forever, is it so bad if it's for the greater good? They'll likely house you, feed you, provide the basic necessities. Maybe pay you to still provide for your loved ones. You'll at least still get to see them. Maybe...
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No. 1108706 ID: 1fec47
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1108706

All that, to be their loyal dog?

You feel your hand lift.

She stares into you, wings slightly raising, "The more painful it is, the more it will cleanse you. Your loved ones will understand. They will be rewarded generously for your redemption. For each drop shed."

Their wings raise higher, "Though do not be foolish! If you were to strike me, you will be cast down into the lowest pits of Hell. Your loved ones will not mourn you. You will know no peace. And you will be hunted until your corruption is extinguished. Until there is nothing of you left."

She leaves herself open. Open to one strike before retaliation.

Your hand shakes. This is your fate. You must wake up.

>Attack
>ATTACK
>KILLKILLKILL
>WEEP
>Cleanse Yourself
>Accept
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No. 1108708 ID: 273c18

Wake up.
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No. 1108710 ID: d30887

"GOD NEVER [RESTS]/[ADMITS MISTAKES]/[ACCEPTS FAULT]/[FACES PUNISHMENT]/[DIES]"
Reload your gun.
"NEITHER DO WE"
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No. 1108713 ID: fd169b

Defiance
Strike
The only way out is through
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No. 1108723 ID: 66de4b

Accept
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No. 1108728 ID: 721a1c

This sounds more like a conversation with a mobster. Your family will be rewarded or they will not remember your existence. What kind of kangaroo afterlife are we dealing with, sin by association with rewarded systems. No it is not time for you to wake up, but for the angel to sleep!
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No. 1108745 ID: aa80d9

Oh shit, I guess we pissed off the angel. I guess that we should try to accept what this being is offering.
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No. 1108747 ID: 0db8d3

Take the knife.
Touch it's blade to your neck.
Feel the steel as your blood drips down it.

"If pain is redemption, and defiance is pain..."

Jam the knife into her heart.

"Was there ever truly any choice?"
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No. 1108753 ID: ca56f7

new discussion thread! enter for extra tidbits or to throw tomatoes https://questden.org/kusaba/questdis/res/143851.html
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No. 1108769 ID: fbca80

KILLKILLKILL sounds like a pretty fun option.
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No. 1109069 ID: 1fec47
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1109069

>What kind of kangaroo afterlife are we dealing with, sin by association with rewarded systems.

The contradictions of it were always there, molded to be used however they saw fit, to keep everyone how they want. It's what strayed you from its faith. It's what made you realize their imperfection.

>Accept

You accept the dagger, examining it in your hand. It's weight is light. It is not cold. The handle almost burns your skin as you clutch it. As if it's disgusted by your touch.

Even their weapons are pretentious.
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No. 1109070 ID: 1fec47
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1109070

You take a breath, let her think it's done, press the steel to your neck. The angel watches you with burning eyes. You stare back and feel the sting as blood is drawn. Whatever redemption she hopes for, you do not feel it.

Maybe once, a part of you would have been grateful. Weeping at the chance. You still feel it in you, still feel its guilt. But as you look at this angel now, you realize they are no better than you. No more sadistic. No more human.

A fire lights within you. Defiance.
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No. 1109071 ID: 1fec47
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1109071

You move back, feel the dagger's weight once more, the lightness of it in your grip. You've trained with knives before, took classes and had a few scuffles yourself.

It feels like it's all lead up to this.

"If pain is redemption, and defiance is pain..." You snarl, "Was there ever really a choice?"

--
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No. 1109072 ID: 1fec47
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1109072

You put your whole body into the strike. Grind your feet into the floor, feel the tension of your hand and the momentum along your arms to your hips to your feet. It is light. You are light. A whistle in the breeze. One thing. One purpose.

There is only the blur of wings and eyes widening far too late.

"AND WHEN DOES GOD ADMIT MISTAKES? WHEN IS IT THEIR FAULT INSTEAD OF MINE? IF GOD NEVER RESTS, THEN I SURE AS FUCK WONT!"

"FUCK YOU!

FUCK GOD!

AND FUCK HEAVEN!"
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No. 1109073 ID: 1fec47
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1109073

You strike true.
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No. 1109074 ID: 1fec47
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1109074

... They do not die quickly. Wounded as they are. A fight ensues.

Strike after strike after hit. Metal against metal. Angel against devil. Something within you awakens.

Your muscles burn, your breath turning into pins in your lungs, but you do not give in. This is your life or theirs.
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No. 1109075 ID: 1fec47
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1109075

Soon.

The angel succumbs. Bloodied body hitting the floor as feathers fly out. You cry out in triumph.

They can send as many agents as they want! Dig as many graves as they want!

You won't be caught.

You will not die.

[ANGEL OF MERCY SLAIN]
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No. 1109076 ID: 1fec47
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1109076

You are hurt... Yet the pain does not reach you.

Do you know what to do next?
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No. 1109078 ID: 273c18

Loot the body. Take the wings, and anything else you want.
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No. 1109079 ID: 144b84

Examine your wounds. Are they healing with your defiant burst of energy? Or do they remain?
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No. 1109081 ID: fd169b

Take the wings
You cannot stay here
Also take the (hot) wings
It might be the last time you have some
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No. 1109082 ID: 6f26a9

Tea bag to establish dominance!
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No. 1109132 ID: 66de4b

Accept
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No. 1109133 ID: d30887

Continue to mutilate the pile of sanctified flesh. Make sure she's dead, and light the pulp on fire to be sure. Harvest every bit of wealth from her hypocritical opulence, the wings especially.
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No. 1109150 ID: 83ecee

Ask Haven if it is looking, this action will let them know that you are not scared. After all, what is a God to a non-believer?
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No. 1109461 ID: 1fec47
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1109461

>Examine your wounds.

You take a shallow breath and look down at yourself, examining the damage. Binder's definitely fucked. There's blood pooling out of a lucky gut shot, staining your clothes, gashes along your forearm that you used as a makeshift shield for your head, and a gash just above your left knee. Enough wounds to die from.

But as you examine yourself... You see the skin knitting itself back together. A slight itch following. For a moment, you think you're hallucinating, yet your limbs feel fine when you move them around.

Is it from the dagger? Or something else within you? You don't know. But you're different now.

The only wound that seems to struggle to heal is a burn on your hand from clutching the dagger. You almost have to peel the handle off your skin. Huh. Looks like divinity dislikes you after all.

But now... You're invincible.
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No. 1109462 ID: 1fec47
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1109462

You stare up at the sky. A challenge to the Heavens and all it can carry as you grab onto the symbol of a God that has crossed you. Not the other way around.

You tear it off.

"You see me up there!? You motherfucker!? You're going to wish you could come down and kill me yourself!"

What is a God to a non-believer? A thought. And any thought can be forgotten.
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No. 1109463 ID: 1fec47
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1109463

When you look back at the body, you feel the rage within you twist itself. Thoughts of domination and desecration swarm in your mind.

>Loot the body
>Take the wings

You search the body. The angel's halo disappeared along with their weapon. To where, you also don't know. All that's left in their pockets are prayer beads.

That's fine. You've got the real prize. With a kick, you turn the body over.

First. You have to make sure.

You kneel down, almost straddle the body, and raise the dagger over your head.

You have to make sure.

You hope that It's watching.
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No. 1109464 ID: 1fec47
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1109464

You move possessed. The pain of the dagger's burning keep you sober enough to move. You anchor to it as you cut, severing meat and connective tissue and artificial nerves. There's a better way of doing this, you know, you've butchered meat before. The dagger is a crude tool for the job. But you don't care.

There's little time. Little sense. You move. Crack. Tear. Cut. Switch hands when the burning gets bad. Let the other hand heal. Twist. Crunch.

It feels like forever.

Time starts to slip.
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No. 1109466 ID: 1fec47
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1109466

....
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No. 1109467 ID: 1fec47
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1109467

.........
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No. 1109468 ID: 1fec47
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1109468

A sudden touch shocks you out of your reverie.

You look up.
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No. 1109469 ID: 1fec47
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1109469

You meet a familiar gaze.

Haze's other hand reaches slowly, fingers ghosting then cupping your face. You almost flinch. But you catch yourself. Look away, then back, as her thumb lightly grazes the skin of your face. Tracing something. Cheek to eye and back again.

The action, so simple, yet everything.

>Accept

You resign yourself to your makeshift fate. Your regrets. Your mistakes. Your glory.

Your body deflates.

And you finally relax.
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No. 1109471 ID: 1fec47
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1109471

"What were you thinking about?"

You blink. Look around. There's a gentle rustling breeze and the scent of grass.

What were you thinking about? A bad memory.

You lean into the touch, "Doesn't matter."

The rest is something peaceful. Simple. Fun. An easy laugh and companionship that can only be fraught....

It's all you need.
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No. 1109472 ID: 1fec47
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1109472

... But you wake up. You are Vex.

You are on a quest for vengeance. And you want the the sting in your eyes to go away. Must be all this damn dog fur everywhere.

Cooking smells tinge the air. The sounds of a burner fire and a pan scraping metal tickle your ears. A familiar voice mumbles, "You overcooked the eggs."

"It's supposed to look like that."

... There are two voices in the area when there should be one.

What do you do next?
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No. 1109474 ID: 273c18

Two voices cooking breakfast. That means it's a friend. Make yourself presentable then say hello.
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No. 1109475 ID: 144b84

Check yourself for wounds. Just in case. The pain lingers, somehow…

Then sneeze because of the dog fur
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No. 1109479 ID: 0db8d3

Kick yourself for somehow missing that second person- At least you got some much needed sleep, and considering the fact that you aren't dead the mystery girl can't be all that bad, at least.

...
Shit... You should probably apologize to Eiko. You were in a pretty weird headspace last night and effectively gave her an invitation to partner up both during and after this current escapade...
Why?
And then you went and cocked it up to boot.
...
Well, anyway... You should at least *try* to be personable so you don't look too insane.
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No. 1109482 ID: d30887

Think. What kind of 'friends' would Eiko have?
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No. 1109483 ID: fd169b

Well the other party must have seen you on the couch, and you aren't dead soooo all's good I suppose.

There'd better be an egg for you too.

You didn't get blood on the couch, right?

Oh shit! you didn't leave a blood scent trail from a freshly murdered gang member straight to here, right?
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No. 1109581 ID: 0db8d3

Oh wait.
Yeah.
The booty call.
The other voice must be Eiko's most recent squeeze, you almost forgot...
...
You know there's an opportunity to just walk into the kitchen with a classic 200X "Gaayeeeeeeeee!"
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No. 1109619 ID: 373ac4

>>1109475

Yeah was an intense interaction, make sure that everything is alight.
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No. 1109915 ID: 9f3801
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1109915

>Examine wounds?

You give yourself a once over. No burns or stabs or anything else. Though the pain still lingers... Your shoulder healed alright. A dream's still a dream after all.

There's dried blood on your clothes and skin that makes your movements feel tight and sticky. Besides the mild discomfort, you're as good as it's going to get. Just hungry as a horse. Hopefully, there's an extra egg for you.

>Two voices cooking breakfast. That means it's a friend.
>Think. What kind of 'friends' would Eiko have?

Hmm... From what you recall of last night, Eiko claimed she had little to no friends. Though it's likely a friend that had to be last night's recent squeeze... The rationality does little to curb your paranoia. Why have them stay the night when you've got some important planning to do? Dangerous planning? You might not be dead, but there's plenty of things you're useful for alive.

>>1109479

Yeah, you fucked that one up. You're not exactly the most genuine and honest person alive. The right words might rattle around in your head and still tumble out as something wrong instead. Though, the disservice of trying to soften it to Eiko weighed more heavily on your mind.

And you weren't exactly thinking a partnership. You'd just be helping her out, get her an opportunity she wouldn't be able to otherwise. Once you've got the wings and got her hooked up with your modder, you can teach her a few basic spells, and she can fly away to greater heights. Staying with you-- especially partnering with you-- will just be a death sentence. You can pay your debt for her brother, but being tied down to you? That's something too big to ask...

ACHOOOOOOOO

Ooof. Felt your ribs rattle a bit with that one.

The voices in the kitchen go quiet too. Ah. Well. You were hoping to look presentable, but looks like you'll be meeting this stranger first.
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No. 1109916 ID: 9f3801
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1109916

You move to stand, gaze going up to the wolfkin standing just behind Eiko as they both approach. A bigger one. More dog-like with thick white fur and patches of brown. The stranger gets a good look at you, head tilting as she sniffs the air in an almost greeting. You briefly feel self conscious. You must smell like shit.

After what must be a good whiff, her nose scrunches, expression flickering, then lighting in potent hostility as some realization dawns on her. Her posture straightens up. Fur raising. You smile back at her with just enough teeth to acknowledge her challenge. You don't know what the deal is, but you know not to back down.

>Oh shit! you didn't leave a blood scent trail from a freshly murdered gang member straight to here, right?

If you left a trail, you sure as hell don't remember... Though going by rough estimation, the blood should've dried and stuck to you by the time you got to this general area. But if it's yours or his that can be traced back. Well.. That's gonna be a problem.

It dawns on you quickly what the source of her hostility must be. She must be a Bite. And inching farther from friend territory here.

"You're finally awake." Eiko eyes you, interrupting your thoughts, like she hasn't noticed the bomb about to drop.

Your gaze stays on the wolf ready to pounce, "Yeah, you've got my allergies acting up."
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No. 1109917 ID: 9f3801
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1109917

Before you both can flash your guns, Eiko turns to the stranger and scritches at her neck with an easy affection. The act catches the wolfkin by surprise, tail starting to wag then flap at max speeds, sending you flying.

She follows the act with a soft tone, "Vi, I'm going to show him how to use the shower. Can you take care of the food, please?"

This "Vi" nods, eyes going back to you briefly. Whatever she was going to do or say, she decides to hold back.

You also realize that "Vi" is wearing an apron too small on her frame, only hung around her neck with the ties loose at the sides. And nothing else under. Fur's useful for that, you guess.
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No. 1109918 ID: 9f3801
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1109918

Eiko smiles at her, then turns to walk with you to the bathroom. You almost want to protest, just so you can get a crumb of food in your stomach, but the importance of this conversation's gotta go first. You can still feel the stranger's gaze as the light and the vent turn on and the bathroom door closes behind you.

Eiko's smile drops a second later as she whispers, not fully trusting the noise of the vent, "What happened to you last night?"

You take your time to lock the door, whispering back, "I was about to ask the same thing. Since when did you get a pet Bite? Doesn't seem like she knows what we're going to be up to."

Internally, you wince. You didn't want to start the conversation like this, especially with how you last spoke to her, but it comes out as it does.

Eiko crosses her arms, "I recruited her. Julien sent her to sniff around. It doesn't seem like he told her anything either, so I just... talked to her."

Your eyebrows raise, "Ah, the good ol' words and sex special. Is that enough of a leash? Cause' from what I was sensin', she was ready to tear my ass a new one."

Her face heats up, "You-- You don't exactly scream innocent. And I smell it on you too." Her eyes glance at the claw marks along the shoulder of your shirt, "I don't know who it was. But what did you do?"

You feel your mouth go dry, the lies inching forward. Some fantastical story. Some way of shielding your intentions and culpability. Yet, a part of you recalls a vague resolution, "I killed a Bite in self defense, alright? I'm sorry. I needed information and I got some useful tools while I was out. I might've left a trail. I'm not sure, I was exhausted by that point."

Eiko stares, almost surprised by your admission, then bites her thumb as she quickly tries to assess the situation, "How late in the night did it happen? Were you seen? Was it just one?"

You explain as best as you can. Just around midnight. Lone dark alley. One wolf. No one else followed you after or seemed to care. Eiko reasons that if they could trace it back to you, they'd be at her door right now with guns or questions.

But there's always the possibility. Especially with one Bite you don't know just outside the door. You still can't bring yourself to fully trust Eiko, especially with how she dodges your questions just as much as you can dodge hers.

Do you:

>A)Continue Discussion w/ Eiko
>B)Include Vi in Discussion
>C)Talk to Vi Alone
>D)Flee from Apartment
>E)_____
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No. 1109923 ID: 144b84

B

HEY VI DONT YOU WANNA BAIL ME OUT HERE
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No. 1109925 ID: fd169b

B) puts Eiko on the spot. Can gauge how much she's told Vi, how she's working this relationship.

Plus, she smelled what happened on you already, best not appear too cagey about it.
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No. 1109929 ID: d30887

B) The guy tried to stab you. We need to know if Vi is ready to turn on a rotten pack.
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No. 1109932 ID: 4c4c6e

Oh no a social interaction, quickly jump out of a window!
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No. 1110029 ID: 9f3801
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1110029

For a moment, you humor the thought of jumping out the window to avoid this whole social debacle and the potential consequences of some angry Bites showing up at Eiko's door. Maybe if you were the You of a few months ago. And one smokebomb richer.

You gesture, "Let's get Vi in on this. She probably has a better perspective than you or me." And you can test out just how much Eiko's got a grasp on her.

Eiko's expression fractionally darkens. "Alright. Go ahead."

You open the bathroom door and call out, "Helllooo, can I get the cook in here? We've got something that needs flipping."

Eiko shakes her head at you but doesn't protest. She's either confident or too stubborn to back down.
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No. 1110030 ID: 9f3801
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1110030

Vi enters the hall a few seconds later. She's calmer when she looks at you, though she keeps a paw over her nose.

You look down at yourself then back at her, "Do I smell that bad?"

Vi looks at you with a complicated expression, "You smell... overwhelming up close." She glances back at Eiko then you. "Sorry about earlier. The smell got to me, but I know what you're about now."

Hm... There's a tinge of fear in her expression. You set it aside for now as you hit the main issue head on, posturing yourself so you can better look between Eiko and Vi, "Do you know what we're doing? Are you onboard?"

Eiko schools her expression, keeping it neutral as Vi tilts her head in confusion, "Uhh, killing the boss? Yeah, I know. I made a deal with Eiko. I sit on the bench and stay out of both your ways when it happens."

"And why would you do that?"

Vi sighs, "The pack's gotten too... wild for their own good."

You laugh, "Wild. More like rotten. One of your guys tried stabbing me last night for going the wrong way. Do you care about that? Is that something you want to defend? This wont exactly be a clean show."

Vi stares at you head on, tone firm, as if she's been thinking about this since last night, "I care about the ones too young to know any better. Does that mean I'll feel a way if something happens to them? Yes. But mainly, I care about being alive." She exhales, "And it's my fault that that happened, so I'll take responsibility."

Well, you can respect the way she holds her ground.

In the mirror, you watch Eiko's expression twitch before speaking up now, a touch of something there, "What?"

Uh oh.

Vi's ears flatten, body tensing, but instead of moving away, she seems to... lean closer, "I-it was before I entered the building. I saw you leave and I thought that you were up to something. I texted one of the guys I knew and I thought he would look into it and tail you. I wasn't expecting him to try to rob you."

Oh. That reminds you. You did take his phone and other possessions. Though you haven't had a chance to look at them yet.

"Right. Well. I gave him a closed casket. Do you know if there's any other Bites that could be hot on our trail right now? I can't smell blood the way y'all can. Not sure if I got it everywhere on my way back."
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No. 1110031 ID: 9f3801
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1110031

You watch Vi carefully, expecting her to pull out her phone for any frantic texts or missed calls. Vi does pause to think, turning her snout up to sniff the air. She starts to walk off. Eiko and you move to follow as she heads for the balcony. Vi gets some good whiffs in at the balcony door then opens it and sticks her snout a few inches outside.

Seconds pass as you both wait with bated breath. Vi pulls back and closes the door. "I don't smell anyone familiar around. Not in the surrounding area."

Temporary relief! You'll give Vi extra points for bailing you out of this one. When you turn to Eiko, you notice the way she seems to be thinking over Vi's words. Her posture's tense. Did she notice something you didn't?

What else do you do/ask?
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No. 1110038 ID: d30887

"I think... we burn out trying to get a pettier revenge than we deserve. Spend all our time trying to kill the little thugs instead of the systems that molded them up and set them loose. It's... cowardice. Bullying. You end up becoming another of the monsters. The demons who played all sides don't get a scratch.
I guess what I'm saying is... are you willing to take your knives to the top? The very top?"
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No. 1110040 ID: 0db8d3

Did you miss something? That kid you killed was someone she trusted. He was probably a friend. Vi got a friend killed and is staring at his killer in the face. She's coming to terms with the fact that the overwhelming stench of blood on you belongs to someone she probably talked to not even 12 hours ago, and will never talk to again- and you just described him as a "closed casket". Damnable Christ you suck at reading the room.

Vi's got shit to sort out in her head and there's nothing you can really say, best get past this quickly. Give her what you took from his body. "This is what he had on him. For whatever is worth, I ain't gone through it yet." Then excuse yourself so you can wash that stench off you, for everyone's sake.
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No. 1110054 ID: 144b84

>>1110040
This, but only after asking how long that "no Bites around nearby" can last. Are we comfy, or should we be ready to book it?
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No. 1110055 ID: fd169b

So what will the guy have reported back before he bought it? How long before the gang comes in force? Eiko was already under suspicion, now its surely worse.

Also, express regret that it came to blows. Sure you don't give a fuck about the guy, but Vi probably did.
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No. 1110318 ID: 9f3801
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1110318

You look towards the sliding door, then back around between the two, "No one familiar yet.. How long do we have? Are we comfy or should we start booking it?"

Vi shakes her head, "We should be fine for the next hour or more, I can keep a lookout."

One hour of time. Not the best. Not the worst.

As you ruminate, you take a closer look at Vi, her unease becomes clearer to you now that the immediate dangers are pushed back. You think back to how she first reacted to you; the protectiveness, the loyalty, the way she postured herself up not to attack, but to protect Eiko if needed... And you realize you've been a complete dick again. She must be compartmentalizing a lot just to stay civil.

You exhale and bow your head down, nodding, "Hey, you know, I wish that it didn't come down to a fight. I get it if you're pissed, it's what I deserve. But I did get his things, so you can have them if you want." You remove the items from your inventory: a phone, a wallet, a coin pouch, a lanyard of keys, and an MP3 player. "For what its worth, I ain't gone through it yet."

Vi's tail flickers with unease as she stares at the items. Eventually, she takes them from your hands, cradling them in her arms. Then nods back. Contemplative.

You feel something within compel you to take a gamble on your humor, "You know, he had a real mean swipe to him," you gesture, "I was this close to being string cheese and sliced ham. Hell, I already was on the way back. If I wasn't filled with magic, you could've threaded me through a needle."

Vi's ear twitches before cracking a slight smile. You take that as a cue to go on.

You stretch out your shirt, "Most of this is mine if you couldn't tell. Never went to school for dodging, since I would've flunked my classes. I like pain like a masochist and blood like a vampire."

This time you hear two snorts, your eyes glancing to Eiko, who quickly covers her mouth and tries (yet fails) to take on a stoic expression.
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No. 1110319 ID: 9f3801
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1110319

Eiko clears her throat and quickly approaches Vi, putting a supportive hand on Vi's arm. They share another look. The connection still seems to be going strong. Though maybe when you're out of view, there will be more that you won't see.

Eiko looks back at you, "Okay.. Now that that's cleared up... Is there anything else we should focus on?"

You bring up what could've been reported to the Bites and what to do if they show up sooner. A contingency is formed. Violet will act as a lookout, checking in on the surrounding radius or her phone for any alerts to the Bites grouping up. Julien wasn't too happy about her dud report, but as of now, she's trusted a lot more than Eiko. How much you trust her hinges on your trust in Eiko. You haven't brought up what exactly Eiko is giving Vi in exchange for all the trouble. Is it just to survive? You can buy that for now.

Once you've showered up and everyone's had their fill, you'll start forming your plan together. Eiko already has a go-bag packed in the need of a quick getaway.

As you discuss, you reflect more on your QUEST. You've always known the real cause of your problems. This dimension has only seen the surface of what DB can do.

You speak straight from your mind, "You know, I'm all for petty revenge, but do y'all ever think about how it's just a part of the same systems? We spend all our time fighting the little things instead of what set them loose in the first place. The demons that play all sides don't get a scratch, while we're running around doing the dirty work."

Vi stares at you with mixed understanding while Eiko narrows her eyes.

Eiko speaks, "What are you getting at exactly?"

You shrug, "You ever think about taking your knives to the top? The very top of the chain?"

There is a silence. You don't need an answer just yet. It's enough to get them to chew on it. You leave it at that before heading for the shower.
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No. 1110320 ID: 9f3801
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1110320

You know, deep within, that you would love nothing more than finding someway somehow to strike a blade through the heart of G0D itself. The consequences after be damned. Yet, you also know that that's not something you can do alone. You need people for that. An army. Ones willing to believe in a cause that would tear them apart to get to the results.

You're no cult leader. All you can do is act as a supporting ARM.

And as you are now, you work with what you have. A perpetual thorn in the side. After all, being alive is already a rebellion when your existence is what they hate most.

The shower thoughts continue to tumble around under the cold water. You scrub away all the grime and blood and yesterday's muck as you watch it go down the drain.

You also check your AW and see that's it's nearly topped off, just around the 80% mark. You'll be ready by showtime. You hope Eiko's made her decision.
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No. 1110321 ID: 9f3801
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1110321

You take some clothes out of your INVENTORY.

What to wear on your QUEST?

[You can dress Vex or Eiko or both! Run wild. (With at least some practicality)]
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No. 1110322 ID: 144b84
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1110322

The only reasonable choice
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No. 1110340 ID: 373ac4
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1110340

I wanted to create a costume that fit Vex's personality, like the shoes will camouflage the blood if any fool tries to not pay you. Also, I want it to tell a story of him, like yeah I was in a fight, I will fuck you up if you provoke me and most importantly I smoke and don't give a shit about it.
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No. 1110427 ID: 38a2b1

>>1110322
respectable, i shouldve known lol... makes me think of lolita fashion of this era

>>1110340
absolutely sick!! all the little details like the barbed wire, smoking symbol, and the spikes go hard
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No. 1110461 ID: cc3e26
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1110461

vex should wear a shirt like this
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No. 1110579 ID: fd169b
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1110579

big pant and big jakt
well a duster, but whatever
and a mesh shirt for Vex :3
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No. 1110657 ID: 9f3801

>>1110461
LOL

>>1110579
gotta love a big jakt and big pant >:3c
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No. 1110658 ID: 9f3801
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1110658

You go through a few random clothes in your INVENTORY. All articles you've snatched from somewhere and long forgotten why you took them in the first place.. Pft. Novelty shirts from wayward thrift stores always give you a kick.

You rifle some more and save that one for a later time.

Now then.. You don a mostly mesh shirt and some durable denim pants. Then top it off with a big jackt. This is fitting for the era, right? Might as well fit in. There's many pockets for you to stash your things and you can walk around dramatically if need be.
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No. 1110659 ID: 9f3801
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1110659

In the other room, someone else gets dressed. A disguise (an artifact from when someone was into niche fashion)? A hat? Or something comfortable and loose (easier to transform in)?

These are thoughts that you do not hear. (Yet, collectively, YOU sense them).
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No. 1110660 ID: 9f3801
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1110660

When you exit, you see the other two sitting down in the living room. There's a strange atmosphere to them that you can't quite put your finger on. You look down and see the food set. It looks like they waited for you... How polite. Are you older? You can't tell with Violet.

You move to hunker down and follow along, sitting politely as Violet moves to stand and slice the omelettes. They break open softly, unraveling in gooey eggy tendrils before some sliced green onion is garnished from Vi's careful hand. You and Eiko watch on in awed hunger.

Your fork digs in quickly and the warm omurice hits. A sweet and savory sauce and nicely seasoned egg. Damn. She's a good cook.

You groan. "My compliments to the chef."

Vi squints at you then nods in acknowledgement as she eats, her tail lazily flopping. "I just made the omelette, the fried rice is leftover from last night."

Eiko finishes her bite then adds in with a satisfied sigh, "It's really good."

Vi's tail starts warping again at mach speed. You hold onto your food for dear life.

Once the meal is done and the dishes are squared away, the planning begins.
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No. 1110661 ID: 9f3801
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1110661

[NEW MECHANIC FOR THIS ENCOUNTER]

[All party members will be subject to a STAMINA stat]

[STAMINA will be reduced by 1 for every 1 melee attack or for every 1 hit received]

[Example: Vex's base STMN is 24. He hits someone/something with a hammer twice. He hits once. Vex's STMN = 24 - 2 = 22]

[Example: Vex is shot repeatedly. Each shot is one hit. Vex's STMN = 24 - 4 = 20]

[All other actions are exempt from reducing STAMINA. Running, climbing, speaking, unlocking, etc. or attacking with a ranged weapon will not reduce STAMINA]

[STAMINA can be recovered by healing items. Food can recover STAMINA for Vex alone due to their REGENERATION]
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No. 1110664 ID: 9f3801
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1110664

Base Info:
There are five floors total. Four are above ground. One is an underground garage. Stairs and an elevator connect the floors. The elevator cannot reach the fourth floor without a key.
The vault and Julien's office is on the fourth floor.
There are two separate entrances. Each has three guards posted.

New Info:
A buried entryway can be accessed to get into the underground garage. You'll need to dig a bit to use it.


Enemy Info:
The least amount of people around will be right after noon. Bare minimum guards and important personnel upstairs. This is when you both would prefer to strike. As it gets later into the day, more gang members will return.

No Wolf Bite (except Violet) knows your face.

New Info:
Julien has been colluding with Angel(s) and receiving unknown advice/resources from them. There are two known Angels in the area.


Things To Note:
Eiko is currently under suspicion by key people in the gang. Julien, Maggie, and a few older members. Her actions/words will likely be seen as suspicious if she encounters them.

You and Eiko assume the gang will be on high alert due to the kill from the previous night.

Eiko would prefer to take actions that reduce casualties. Eiko might HESITATE to kill unless you change this.
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No. 1110668 ID: 9f3801
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1110668

The Original Plan:
You both sneak in while there are less guards around. Head straight to Julien for the kill. Loot the vault. Then make a quick escape.

---

Pick 1 option per question (more will follow):

What approach do you prefer?
>A) Stealthily
>B) Quickly
>C) Thoroughly
>D) Deceptively
>E) Aggressively

Which entryway do you plan to take?
>A) Front Entrance
>B) Back Garage Entrance
>C) Buried Entrance

Do you try to bring Violet?
>A) Yes
>B) No

[Note: Violet would prefer to take actions that reduce harm. She will be RELUCTANT to do anything aggressive to people she knows.]
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No. 1110681 ID: 6fc259

Okay before I suggest, real talk, dudes

Do we honestly think stealth is gonna work? Literally two angels and15 Wolf Bite guards bare minimum without anybody else backing them up which is a low probability. Plus they’re nervous as hell.

What if we confuse the extras? They know Eiko but not us. Maybe we use a fashionable disguise for a deceptive play to draw some guard attention? Are they even vulnerable to distraction. I doubt we can actually pull any guards away from their posts with a cute dress.

Or can we?
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No. 1110682 ID: 6fc259

I have been informed by Omni that there are only six guards total (three at each outside entrance). So this is much more doable if we choose stealth, but still tough.

I think it’s possible to lure some people away with trickery.
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No. 1110707 ID: fd169b

A/C/A
Vex and Eiko come through the basement entrance. Access the elevator and get on the top. If an alarm starts then get up the shaft quick.

Violet will enter through the main entrance a bit after and make her way up, with a story of needing to report to the boss. Depending on how things go she'll either be there for the attack or arrive as its ongoing and be able to assist.

Cutting the head from the snake will minimize casualties.
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No. 1110767 ID: 5e2f6d

>>1110681
Wait a minute... Vi didn't recognize Eiko as a human. Do they even know she can do that? It could help with the distraction
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No. 1110783 ID: da4397

C/C/A. I vote to have some DISTRACTIONS for the guards, which could in theory help with stealth but I really don’t think it’ll be covert the whole time. Plan for this to go badly.
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No. 1110793 ID: 462d8c

If we're bringing Violet then I think that limits us to either stealth or deception in avoiding aggression

Gonna back A/C/A
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No. 1110838 ID: 73a678

>>1110664
With Eiko potentially compromised, the idea here would be to potentially use that to your advantage. You know they're going to have eyes on her...

...so make them thing your goal is something else entirely. A theft instead of an assassination. While everyone suspects Eiko of doing a thing, Violet
does something else.

I call this plan 'Operation Wolf Whistle'. It's a combination of Stealth and Deception- which really, are two sides of the same coin.

(A, C, A for the choices)

Basically, Eiko lets the suspicion on her mean that they focus on actions SHE takes, while Violet goes about more normally; leaving Us to stealth through if possible.

What you need is 'a reason Eiko would be skulking about' and 'A reason for Violet having a guest' to be about. These need to be independent of each other.

You need to find the key to the fourth floor, or have a good reason to be granted access. I'd almost suggest feigning capturing Us, bring us to the boss, Eiko then starts a ruckus or generally a distraction at the right him, we and Violet blast him in his face. Granted, getting OUT is
gonna be tricky, but. They'll be split.

Eiko would have to move fast, or get violent to not get caught and killed, but there's options to be had, I think.
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No. 1110845 ID: 52b9de

Get ready for an aggressive approach, but go for a stealthily one first.
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No. 1111032 ID: 9f3801
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1111032

VEX
STAMINA: 24
STATUS: Rested
EQUIPPED: Trusty Hunting Knife, Semi-Automatic Pistol (8 Shots)
INVENTORY: 35/54
WEAKNESS: Divine Magic
MAGIC: Wild Luck. Draw a spell card from a deck as many times as you would like (roll of 1d5 per draw). After a draw, it replenishes with a new random spell. The deck automatically shuffles itself before every draw and will only activate the card's spell if it is drawn facedown and then turned faceup. You are not immune to outward effects from the card's spell. One of the cards in the deck will ALWAYS be FIREBALL.
ABILITY: Intuition (2/2). Allows you to draw a spell of choice from the deck without needing to roll.

Current Deck Spells: FIREBALL, FLEE, IDENTIFY, BURST, and DARKNESS

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EIKO
STAMINA: 18
STATUS: Tense
EQUIPPED: Parasol, Worn Revolver (6 Shots). 6 Extra Bullets.
WEAKNESS: Silver
MAGIC: N/A
ABILITY: Transformation. Allows her to shapeshift partially or entirely into a larger bipedal werewolf form. Her strength and durability will increase when in werewolf form or using wolf parts, but she will be slower and less dexterous when using items.

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VIOLET
STAMINA: ??
STATUS: Hyperaware
EQUIPPED: Spatula
MAGIC: ??
ABILITY: Good Sense of Smell? Allows her to sense and pinpoint people she is familiar with in a fairly large radius.
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No. 1111034 ID: 9f3801
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1111034

At first, Eiko and Vi seem hesitant at your proposal to bring Vi along to help. Vi values her safety, so is nervous about being in the middle of the action. Eiko also doesn't want Vi to be in harms way considering their deal. Though they both concede when your main role for Vi is to act as support.

You are surprised at Eiko's choice of "disguise." She tells you that it's been a while since she's allowed herself the chance to indulge. She's kept most of her old possessions in boxes she hasn't unpacked, so it wouldn't distract her. You stay quiet as you are reminded of a past you do not fully know.


Operation Wolf Whistle
You will enter the buried entrance, prioritizing STEALTH, while Eiko hangs around outside to act as a LURE/DISTRACTION when called. Violet will track you and work as an extra cover in case you are caught. If you are going to be caught, Violet will act as if she has caught you instead and will try to bring you directly to The Boss.

Your hope is to either climb the elevator shaft or locate the key to access the fourth floor. Once inside, you will enter his office, blast him into smithereens, then head over to take some sweet loot.

There's a few ways to escape... But the fastest way out with no enemies to follow would be to leave this DIMENSION entirely. Your AW will definitely be ready. If Eiko wishes to leave with you, you'll have to reunite with her to take her along.

The main weakness of your plan is that you will all technically be split up.


CURRENT ITEMS
- 1 Mild Healing Potion (+2 STMN)
- 1 Unidentified Magic Ring
- 1 Marble Mine (Remote Explosive)
- 1 Spyglass (Allows User to Look Through 1 Wall/Door at a Time)
- 3 Archaic Pistols (Originally Stolen from the Bites)

How do you distribute these items?

How will you signal to Violet or Eiko to act?
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No. 1111038 ID: d30887

Eiko: healing potion, gun
Vi: 2 guns, unidentified magic ring
Vex: everything else

Signal Eiko by lighting or dousing your smokes. Signal Vi with sex stuff (what you 'did' last night), she'll act with disgust but it's all a cover.
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No. 1111059 ID: 63709c

Vi gets two guns for cool matrix style
Also the healing potion, so she can slip it to someone if they get captured.

Vex gets the spyglass and marble mine.

Eiko gets the ring to awaken her magical girl powers, hopefully.

Not sure how you can give a signal without alerting everyone. Unless Vi could smell you unstoppering a vial of peppermint (or similar) from that far away?
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No. 1111091 ID: 648299

>>1111059
Oh I like these ideas.
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No. 1111224 ID: 9f3801
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1111224

The items are as distributed:

Vex: Spyglass & Marble Mine
Eiko: Unidentified Magic Ring & Gun (1)
Violet: Healing Potion & Guns (2)

When the time comes, you'll signal to Eiko to start a distraction by lighting or dousing one of your smokes. Hopefully, it'll work as a visual or olfactory cue and won't be a noticeable effect for the Bites to pick up on. For Violet, you'll uncork an essential oil vial of mint that Eiko had lying around.

With the plan all set, Violet goes to get changed into some spare clothes that Eiko let her borrow. As she does, you gesture to Eiko for you both to talk outside and see where this is going to go. You're itching for a smoke. And from the visible tension in Eiko's frame, it looks like she needs it too. She moves to follow after pocketing the ring, reluctant to find out what it does just yet.
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No. 1111225 ID: 9f3801
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1111225

Not wanting to be spotted, you both lamely sit down on the floor of her balcony. If there's an autumn chill, you don't feel it under your big coat. You rest your elbows on your knees as you pull the smokes out, gesturing at her in offering.

Eiko sits across from you, not particularly caring for her dress getting dirty as she does, her legs tucking in and disappearing under the mass of fabric.

She appraises your offer, "I've never smoked before..." Eiko's lips scrunch as she thinks then shrugs, "Fuck it."

You snort. "Don't go too wild kid."

You light both cigs with your knife. She eyes the novelty of it as the thermal function pulsates. A fancy parlor trick. You offer an easy grin as you take a puff and hand her the smoke. She seems to mime you, watching the way you move before trying it herself. Eiko hacks on the first breath and smacks her chest.

You open your mouth and she hisses through watery eyes, "Don't say anything."

You change course, relaxing into this, "So what's it gonna be? Path of no return or what's always been?"

"Can you really do it?"

You think of the angels. Their bodies strewn out on the butcherblock of your MODDER'S workstation. You've never really tried.

"As of now, I'm your best shot."

".... Ok." Eiko takes another determined drag, "I want to leave. I want to be free."

Free from this burden? This life? There's many things to be free from. Her determination surprises you, but you suppose there's a lot of decisions she's had to make on short notice.

"You might never see this place again."

Eiko shakes her head, "This isn't my place. It hasn't been for a long time."

You tap your cig, letting the ash fall to the floor, "You know, if shit hits the fan with our plan, we might have to flee this dimension right then and there."

That has Eiko pause.

"So soon? What about..."

You glance through the sliding door to check for Violet. Still out of sight. "Up to you. Not my responsibility. As long as you're down, you're my responsibility. I never break a deal once it's set."

Eiko takes a loooong drag. "You're not just a liar and a scammer?"

That has you laugh. "I've got my own rules, you know."

There's a comfortable yet contemplative silence.
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No. 1111226 ID: 9f3801
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1111226

You hit the halfway point of your cig when Eiko breaks the silence again, "So, what do you want in return?"

"For?"

"Don't play dumb. What do you want for helping me? There's something you want, right? I don't buy that you're doing this just out of the goodness of your heart. Or for my brother. You're the kind of person that's done worse for more."

Possible Answers:
>A) "Consider this a favor..."
>B) "I haven't decided yet.."
>C) "I don't want to be alone anymore.."
>D) "You're resourceful. I need resourceful.."
>E) ____
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No. 1111228 ID: 73a678

>>1111226
Truth be told? Haven't decided yet. I like your style, but how to use it is the question. If it makes you feel any better, I don't do life debts or any crazy shit like that. Too much incentive to kill me, and too hard to collect on anyway. At worst, might ask you to point a pursuit in a different direction. At best...Iunno, pick me up a pack of good cigs? Like I said, not sure.
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No. 1111229 ID: d30887

"I need people who are willing to charge into a roaring flamethrower for what they believe in and the strength to make it through the other side. People who stand at the top of the food chain, but will risk it all just to put an evil mother@#$%er in the dirt.
I need a whole damn army of them if I ever want the tiniest sliver of a chance to end the greatest evil in the entire multiverse. If I can't convince you, I may as well give up right here."
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No. 1111231 ID: 648299

D. You’re not going to fold under pressure.
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No. 1111253 ID: 52b9de

Let's just say that this is my way of building up a solid partnership. I don't have many people that I can really on.
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No. 1111254 ID: fd169b

Believe it or not, I'm turning over a new leaf.

But if it helps to think I'm just trying to get you equipped and in my debt then go ahead.
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No. 1111579 ID: 546545
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1111579

You think it over, turning and flipping the thoughts like a patty on the stove, "Truth be told? Haven't decided yet. I'm not one for lifelong debts-- hard to collect on those-- so that's one less thing for you to worry about. Thinking about it, I do have uses for you." You pause to take a puff. "From what I can tell, you're not going to fold under the pressure. And sometimes I need someone I can rely on. What's that mean? At worst, might ask you to point a pursuit in a different direction. At best... Dunno, pick me up a pack of good cigs? Like I said, not sure."

"..... So a gopher? Or what, a partnership?"

You almost spit, "Nah, nah, I'm only teaching you what you need to know to survive. Once you've got the hang of it, you can do whatever you want to do."

Eiko looks at you with an air of confusion, "An apprenticeship?"

You shrug, "Guess so? We don't need to call it anything."

Eiko taps the ash off her smoke with an anxious shift of her finger, "We do. You've been calling this a deal, so there's terms, there's a contract. And I don't want to be tricked. Not with my future staked on this." Her expression shifts, even as she tries to hold up this front, you spy the vulnerability just underneath. She's staking everything on you.

You're reminded of how young she is. How young you were. "So what is it?"

You feel a sudden chill along your palms-- the cool air hitting sweat you didn't notice was collecting. Your knife is still clutched in your other hand. Eiko is so close...

You bite into the cig in your mouth, feel the way your teeth detest the sensation of the filter's paper, "Alright, apprentice. Whatever. My work's my trade anyway. In exchange for me helping you out of here, you'll be my apprentice, and you'll take on whatever tasks I assign you without too much complaint."

Eiko nods slow to show that she's listening.

You continue, "But while you're sticking with me, you take on all the risks. The angels won't know you right away, at least I don't think they will. Once they start to associate you with me, you'll take on my sins. They'll probably hunt you too for it."

"... What's a sins?"

You feel at a loss for a second, "It's a... You don't have sin here?"

She shakes her head.
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No. 1111580 ID: 546545
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1111580

"Well. A sin is a... crime. The more sins you commit, the worse that you are."

"What's the crime exactly? What's the law?"

"It's... It's when you fuck up the ecosystem. I mentioned it before, DB exists to maintain what they see as the balance between worlds. Anything that disrupts that balance is against their laws."

Eiko waves her cig around, "So.. What if we just didn't? What if we just lived in one of the world's normally?"

You shake your head, "Maybe, it could've worked out for you. But not for me. I can't live a normal life, they stripped that from me a long time ago." You wave dramatically, "I'm irredeemable in their eyes ever since I rejected It. God doesn't like rejection."

"... I don't get it. Aren't they meant to help with threats? If you're not a threat then what's the problem? Why would the other gods support that."

You feel your hands start to tremor, "Because DB's not the good guys. They want to look like they are. But they've done much worse than me. Worse on a scale that we can't even comprehend. If DB was really righteous, they wouldn't be out here supporting Julien's iron fisting hold on this place. It's not about hurting worlds or people that matters, it's about hurting them."

You feel your neck along worn wood. The heavy guillotine blade just overhead. "I'm a demon because they said so. Not because I've hurt people. Not because I've ruined lives or lied or scammed or cheated anyone. I took from them what they've stolen from countless other people. They stripped my home dimension before I was even alive and made all the rules for right and wrong. But I'm the one that's evil for trying to live in it my way."

You look up. "And you know the worst part? Killing me will only make them look better. They can wash their hands of me and everyone else will just see one more stain gone."

You can't even deny it. You can't deny how in your own twisted way, you enjoy the hurt you can cause. Crushing the naivety of people too arrogant to know what they're really doing. Playing with the toys you put in their hands then seeing the smoking aftermath. There's guilt of course. But there's satisfaction too. And there can be a lot. After all, they're the ones asking you for it.

Would the universe be a better place without you?

Probably.

Your only mourner will be your killer.
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No. 1111581 ID: 546545
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1111581

Eiko looks at you, really looks, and something seems to change. "There isn't anywhere safe for us?"

"If there is, I haven't seen it. Even if you don't go with me, they've long been through the door. They're in this world's bed and they're going to have their way with it."

Eiko barks a laugh, tone bitter, "Ah. This is hell."

You laugh too, "You have that here but not sin?"

"We have the heavens too. But there's multiple hells aren't there? I'm just going from one to another and maybe I'll be reincarnated as someone happy after." She puffs and adds on, "And if there's different worlds out there... Maybe they're happy too."

It makes you wonder. Can you be happy? Can you be happy in a world with DB in it? No.... Not by a long shot.

You take a long drag, the fire now hitting the filter, "That force out there in the greater sphere, it's got to be the greatest goddamn evil in the universe. To challenge it, I'd need people who are willing to charge into a roaring flamethrower for what they believe in and the strength to make it through the other side. The top of the top, with the will to risk it all just to put an evil motherfucker in the dirt. Honestly, a whole damn army to even stand a chance." You put your filter out by crushing it between your fingers, the pain of the heat sobering, "Or, we could find somewhere they can't touch."

Eiko exhales, the smoke fogging out, obscuring, her image ghostly, almost monstrous. "You're insane," she takes one last drag then twists her smoke into the floor beside her, the light dying. "Let's survive the day first."

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Before we begin.

What do you value more?
>A) Eiko's Choices
>B) Eiko's Safety

What makes life worth living?
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No. 1111590 ID: d30887

A - Her life is one on an edge. She signed up for this, don't coddle her after that death-or-glory speech.
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No. 1111624 ID: fd169b

A) safety would be in acquiescing to the system. Neither of you are here for safety.
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No. 1111628 ID: 73a678

>>1111581
>A) Eiko's Choices

We removed the possibility of real 'safety' a while ago.
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No. 1111991 ID: 546545
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1111991

>A

Eiko's chosen to subscribe to a life without safety. In a way, she made that decision long before you, the dangers of her revenge always in her peripherals. And neither of you are here for safety. When the time comes, if she does something reckless, she'll have to stand on her own two feet.

You nod at each other and she moves her hand out for you to shake. You don't expect the formality, but you take it, her grip strong in your own. When you both exit the balcony, she gathers a few more of her possessions now that she knows she may never come back. One of them is the teapot. Without a word, you stuff them into your inventory [38/54].

The rest is a blur, the anticipation of wolves busting down the door hot on your heels as you all head out in Eiko's car. There's too much tension to speak, so Eiko ends up slotting a DVD in the radio, where old rock plays through the speakers.

You bang along to it.

As you arrive, Eiko parks a few blocks down. Each person leaves one at a time, dispersing your arrivals. You slink in through the side, just out of the guards' eyeline, then clamber down into the sinkhole of debris. Carefully, you stomp around where the dirt is loosest, waiting for a hole to form from the dirt crumbling underneath you. Once it's big enough, you wiggle down into the depths.

It is dark. Claustrophobic. Cold.

The light in the sky narrows above you as you descend. Your feet carefully balance on what must have been a support pillar, now lopsided and cracked, only identifiable by the shape of its hard geometric corners pressing into your shoes. Broken beams, chunks of concrete, piping, and other things stick out at you, scraping at your jacket and hungering for just one mistake. You lightly touch the malevolent space around you with your fingers, feeling for places to grip. Dirt coats your hands.

At once, the pillar ends and your foot feels air. You lean your body backward to stop yourself from falling, hand clawing to grip onto a pole as rocks tumble down from the movement and echo back at you.

Tap, tap, tap
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No. 1111992 ID: 546545
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1111992

You take a deep breath; the air acrid, stale, and dusty. Telling from the sound of the echo, the floor's not too far underneath. You hold onto the pole as you grab your knife, switching the plasma to life. The light's not the strongest, but you can make out that the floor isn't a spiked trap waiting to impale you.

You take another breath. Jump down. The sound of your fall is muffled in the buried space. The ruined foundations of the building seem unmoved by your weight, and with the swing and turn of your knife, what must be the basement is revealed in the dark. Just enough for you to bow your head and walk around in.

You take out your SHOP MASK and put it on to shield your lungs from the dirt trying to clamber inside. The corridor that connects the two buildings still stands, still dark, but more intact than the rest of the area. Wide enough to have a forklift comfortably drive around.

You wonder where all the people working here went.

At the end of the corridor, you find a roll up door and a pedestrian door at its side. Light peeks out from underneath the pedestrian door.

You use the SPYGLASS to peer into the other side.
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No. 1111993 ID: 546545
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1111993

Cars dot around in the parking slots. All luxury brand with one innocuous delivery truck. Off to the side, two wolves are playing cards. No others spotted from your vantage point.

There's some crates and other things stacked in front of the roll up door. The pedestrian door has a few shoddily stapled on planks obstructing it. Your best bet might be widening the gap under the pedestrian door and crawling through. Otherwise, it's a tight fit.

How do you enter?

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[STMN: 24/24]
[INTUITION: 2/2]
[SPELLS: FIREBALL, FLEE, IDENTIFY, BURST, and DARKNESS]
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No. 1111999 ID: fd169b

Any pipes or bars in the debris to widen that gap?
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No. 1112047 ID: bb904a

Is there any other vantage point? I'm not really liking our options here besides, "Kick this shit down and fireball them."
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No. 1112049 ID: ca56f7

>Pipes or bars in the debris
There are plenty around if you want to try.

>Other vantage point
Looking through the wall shows most of the same. These are the only two ways to enter from the corridor connection.

Additional Potentially Useful Info:
- Both doors are made of softer metal (not steel).
- There is music playing and both wolves are talking at a normal volume.
- The elevator is directly parallel to the pedestrian door.
- A stealthy option is possible if you use the right tool.
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No. 1112070 ID: eabfe5

You can see the elevator, right? Can you FLEE there?
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No. 1112146 ID: 546545
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1112146

Looking among the rubble, you find a pipe that's bent in the rough shape of a crowbar. It would take some careful prying, but you'd be able to bend the gap under the door enough to slip through. Though this may create NOISE and take more TIME. An encounter with the wolves might happen if you aren't careful STEALTHING through the rest of the garage.

You could also break the door down with a few well-placed kicks and FIREBALL the wolves hanging out in the garage. That would get rid of the threat of them catching you entirely and be a QUICKER solution. However, it's uncertain if the NOISE would alert the guards outside and prompt them to investigate.

The FASTEST and STEALTHIEST approach would be to draw FLEE, since with the use of the SPYGLASS, you have the elevator within sight. You're practically guaranteed to get out of here without alerting them and make your way to the top. The only downside is that FLEE is very useful and you don't know if the spell card will appear again in your deck.

What approach do you use?

>A) Use the makeshift crowbar and stealth through the garage.
>B1) Break inside and get rid of the hostiles using FIREBALL. Pick a number from 1-5 and hope that it's FIREBALL that you draw.
>B2) Break inside and get rid of the hostiles using FIREBALL. Expend 1 use of INTUITION.
>C1) Draw FLEE to get to the elevator and bypass the hostiles entirely. Pick a number from 1-5 and hope that it's FLEE that you draw.
>C2) Draw FLEE to get to the elevator and bypass the hostiles entirely. Expend 1 use of INTUITION.
>D) ____
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No. 1112147 ID: bf99dd

I'm gonna recommend we try A and try to stealth along the way, figure things out as we go. I was partial to using Flee here and knowing that we'll just draw it again because we're fucking badasses, but if we don't that'd kinda suck.
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No. 1112151 ID: fd169b

Hold the knife to the metal until the heat weakens it, then slowly pry the gap wider. Should be relatively noiseless.
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No. 1112178 ID: 52b9de

Let's try to stealth this approach, not sure if it will pay out in the long run. But if worst comes to worst, get ready to change your playstyle on a dime.
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No. 1112207 ID: dfb7af

Let's go old-school disney villain on our target's all and start spamming fireballs!
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No. 1112332 ID: 546545
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1112332

The risk of losing your FLEE spell does give you pause. You could take the gamble, but you've only just started. Even if it takes more time, you focus on keeping your cover, and holding back on spamming fireballs.

>Hold the knife to the metal

You hold the plasma edge of your knife up to the metal door, tracing a crude line where you'll have enough gap to slip through. It takes some time, but the metal weakens from the heat as you move the blade in passes.

Once you're satisfied, you switch the plasma off, the room going dark as you ready the makeshift crowbar to stick under the gap. Slowly, to try and make as little noise as possible, you peel the metal door like a can of sardines, pausing when the music stops or when the voices seem to go silent.

It feels like a damn eternity. Once there's enough wiggle room, you practically dive through and into the garage level. Give it up for small victories.
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No. 1112333 ID: 546545
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1112333

The light's a bit harsh on your eyes since they've acclimated to the dark. The dull grays of the garage don't help your vision, but the luxury cars pop out in bright colors of red and yellow. Of course they're tacky too.

You keep your steps quiet and careful, your posture low as you go from car to car. As you move, you overhear the Bites more clearly over their drum heavy music.

"Fuck, wish I was out there huntin' down Johnny's killer. Damn puppies get to go out there and avenge him while we're stuck here watchin' this graveyard."

"I know, I know, are you gonna check or fold?"

"Who do you think I am? Raise. Anyway, it's a damn shame what happened to the pup. Dumb as rocks sometimes, but still had a good head on his shoulders."

There's an exasperated sigh. You take that moment to step forward and pause. You think of Violet, then push those thoughts quickly out of your mind. What's done is done.

"Whaddya think they'll do once they catch'em?"

"Depends. Pretty damn sure myself it's a cow that did it. Happened so close to the border after all. And if it is, we'll be having steak for dinner. If not, guess we could give 'em the ol' four-way car treatment."

There's no response.

"You don't know? What are you, five? You know, where all the limbs get tied up to each car?"

Yeah... Right. The Bites have some real grade A bozos.
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No. 1112334 ID: 546545
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1112334

You make quick work of the garage. By the time you have your back pressed to one of the support pillar's, you've ventured almost the whole way through. You're not even sweating.

"Ah, you get this text?"

Your ears perk up.

"What's it say?"

"One of our boys outside spotted a real looker passin' by."

You pause. How much time's passed? Is Eiko already working her distraction plan? You haven't even signaled to her yet.

"A real looker or some bitch with legs?"

"I'll ask."

Irritation itches your skin. You glance at the elevator then the wolves out of the corner of your eye.

"Horndog's leaving his post to check. What a dumbass. He better save some tasty meat for the rest of us."

"Don't talk so loud, I don't wanna get in trouble with you runnin' your mouth."

"I'll say whatever the fuck I wanna say." A fist slams down onto the table. "And I don't wanna hear shit from a bitch beater. Now hand me my chips."

The elevator's within reach.

>A) Exit
>B) Kill
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No. 1112337 ID: 74fd28

No kill! Not yet! We can use the help of some distracting teammates… right?
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No. 1112345 ID: e95c90

We already killed an angel so why stop now. Kill them and steal their clothes.
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No. 1112352 ID: fd169b

wha- this is still a stealth mission! what are you doing? Ignore these clowns
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No. 1112358 ID: 21a3ba

Trying to kill them is prolly a bad idea. But...

Eh, you still prolly shouldn't.
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No. 1112617 ID: 546545
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1112617

>No Kill

Hrmm... In your mind it echoes their voices.. You ignore these clowns... For now.

You do wonder whether Eiko started her distraction or not. You could still give the signal, but there's no point of doing it just yet if she hasn't actually started.

As quietly as you can, you muster your resolve and press the button that summons the elevator, then duck behind the pillar again. It feels like an eternity, the sounds of the elevator moving from floor to floor as it groans in protest. You glance back towards the idiots, who seem used to it. Though when it does arrive and opens up, there's a pause in their conversation...

You wait until the last moment to duck inside.

As the doors close behind you, you are not certain if they noticed.

Now in this new environment, you quickly skim over your surroundings. The elevator is as cramped as it can get, the interior made up of scuffed metal panels. It'll be hell fighting in here, especially if there's more than two people.
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No. 1112619 ID: 546545
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1112619

You turn your attention to the elevator panel. The buttons are as expected. All the floors are accessible except for the 4th floor, which is hidden somewhere on the panel. There's a keyhole that's likely what will reveal the 4th floor button once unlocked.

As embarrassing as it is, picking locks is not your forte. You'd rather just break it.

You could try prying open the surrounding paneling to find the button, but it will require a lot more BRUTE FORCE that will count as an ATTACK [-1 STMN] not to mention TIME.
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No. 1112620 ID: 546545
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1112620

Next, you move to examining the ceiling panels of the elevator. You test the handholds first before stepping onto them to climb your way up. As you lean your weight on the wall, you reach to slide the center ceiling panel out of the way.

The elevator hatch is revealed to be locked shut. There's a heavy padlock that seems to have a color combination. When you pull it, you note how the lock itself is thick and hard to jingle out of place. If you were to try sawing it, it will take some BRUTE FORCE [-1 STMN] and FINESSE [INJURY RISK].

There's also what looks like a code near the lock. Maybe as a reminder for the correct combination?

255 255 255 || 000 000 255
-----------------------------
000 128 000 || 255 69 0##

When you turn the keys on the lock, each key flips between: RED, BLUE, YELLOW, GREEN, PURPLE, ORANGE, and WHITE.

It's a 4-key combo lock. By your estimate, you'll have about 4 ATTEMPTS to get the combo right if you want to get it unlocked and your ass out of sight by the time someone else summons the elevator.

Do you:
>A) Figure Out Color Combo
>B) Saw Color Combo Lock [-1 STMN] [Risk of Injury]
>C) Break Open Elevator Panel [-1 STMN] [Risk of Encounter]
>D) Search for 4th Floor Key
>E) _____
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No. 1112622 ID: 70f58a

>>1112620
Looks like RGB. Upper left is white, upper right is bright blue, lower left is dark green, lower right is... orange?

Clockwise is the usual way to read this. Which quadrant is first though? I guess you can try from top right, like a clock.
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No. 1112623 ID: 9e9570

Try to solve the code with:
White, Blue, Green, Orange
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No. 1112624 ID: 70f58a

Or maybe it's just right to left, top to bottom. Which would be white,blue,green,orange instead of blue,orange,green,white.
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No. 1112625 ID: d30887

...Wait a minute...
Are the wolves partially-colorblind? The combination lock might be a trap.

Just look for the key. Try prying off anything that looks tampered with.
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No. 1112627 ID: f90f14

I trust the suggestors! A!

But if we can’t, then B.
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No. 1112846 ID: 546545
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1112846

On further examination of the lock, you are reminded of those color codes that you've seen people use for websites. What was it again? BRG? RGB? If that's connected to the code and there's three groups each...

Let's see.

>Upper left is white, upper right is bright blue, lower left is dark green, lower right is... orange?

That's got to be it. Though, you're only guessing. It's not like you have a color wheel in front of you that you can toggle all the numbers in. If this number's high, it's probably got a lot of blue? And so on... But where to start?

You try the combo:

>BLUE, ORANGE, GREEN, WHITE

The lock doesn't budge. Damn. You pull on the lock again just in case and the elevator groans and starts to move upward. Shiiiit. Was this a trap? Are those damn wolves colorblind? Maybe you should've pressed them for the key and stolen their clothes while you were at it.

You take a sharp breath. You could just break the lock. Focus.

Next combo:

>WHITE, BLUE, GREEN, ORANGE

The lock gives out in just one tug. FUCK YES! Before you can sigh in relief, you pocket the lock and almost pull the hatch off its hinges. Your dirt covered hands grasp onto the entrance hole, arms straining as you pull your way up and out. The elevator groans and sways to oneside at the shift in weight as you roll your body onto its roof.

With a breath, you slide the ceiling tile back into place and move to close the hatch.
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No. 1112847 ID: 546545
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1112847

There is darkness.

Unlike underground, it's somehow even more claustrophobic. The air is humid and hot from the grinding of machinery, the elevator cables snaking up into the ceiling and into its night.

Your body starts to sweat under your coat. You can barely see a damn thing. As you keep your body pressed to the elevator, you vaguely make out lines of light that are passed as it rises.

For a moment, you think about what you've gotten yourself into.
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No. 1112848 ID: 546545
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1112848

Right as you reorient, the elevator stops, maybe on the 2nd or 3rd floor? Hard to tell really. The elevator door slides open with a distinct hulking groan. Then muffled sounds of a voice speaking aloud.

In your curiosity, you push the hatch down so you can hear the person better. Just enough that if they looked up, it wouldn't be a dead giveaway.

You're greeted by the sight of a halo and wings... The angel? Already?

"-apture anyone lurking around. Don't let anyone unknown get a chance to come close." The angel's voice is deep and crisp, as if it wasn't coming from a throat. "I'll find the hostile that entered the building."

Huh. That was quick. Or were you slow?

They don't even know you're right above them...

This could be a good opportunity, since you still have the element of surprise. You do need the angel's wings. Though they could be headed somewhere important... There's enough of a gap in the hatch for you to slip and drop a spell card through. Or, you could shoot them point blank.

>A) Ignore. Climb Elevator Shaft
>B) Attack Unknown Angel
>C) Follow Unknown Angel
>D) Draw Spell
>E) _____



[STMN: 24/24]
[INTUITION: 2/2]
[SPELLS: FIREBALL, FLEE, IDENTIFY, BURST, and DARKNESS]
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No. 1112866 ID: 74fd28

C! This could lead to a better opportunity.
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No. 1112868 ID: 14b4ca

Ignore, we already beat the shit out of an angel so no point in doing that again. After all we are on a stealth mission.
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No. 1112888 ID: 9e20b8

Yeah, don't forget your mission. Ignore.
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No. 1112890 ID: d30887

B) The building is now on high alert, and it's possible you're not the only crew attacking today. Go loud, kill the angel before they can call reinforcements, then harvest their power so you can overwhelm Julian with sheer force.
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No. 1112898 ID: fd169b

C) Its very tempting, but if they take the elevator to the fourth floor that might be your best in.
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No. 1112965 ID: 73a678

>>1112848
This is a SNEAKING MISSION. Stay the course.
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No. 1113008 ID: 546545
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1113008

>Follow Unknown Angel
>SNEAKING MISSION!

Right.. Right... No violence, Vex. No violence.. just yet. You're supposed to be turning a new leaf. No cravings of flailing limbs or harvesting power or any of that cool awesome stuff that gives you a manic high. You suppose the environment is what's affecting you. And the fact that you're surrounded by walking targets that do more harm than good. Your slowly developing conscience can only do so much to keep your bloodthirsty-trigger-happy finger from slipping. So, you ignore, and stay your hand and wait as the elevator continues to rise.

>if they take the elevator to the fourth floor that might be your best in.

You wait for the elevator to stop. The angel mutters on about "keeping these disgusting creatures in line." You roll your eyes.

When they exit, you count to ten, taking into account the seconds for if they glance back or realize they forgot something. With another breath, you pull the hatch back and slide the ceiling tile out so you can peer out into the floor. Lucky you, it's the 4th floor.

The angel exits into the right side, just out of your view.
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No. 1113009 ID: 546545
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1113009

You drop down from the ceiling tile, your descent sounding with a slight thud. You wince but keep your cool, arm shooting out to block the elevator door from closing. Your hands are grimy from dirt and sweat.

As you make your way down the hall, you see two wings laid out before you. 4 doors total. One of these must lead to the stairway. One to the Big Boss's office. One to the vault. There are no windows to be seen here. If you were to signal to Eiko, you would have to hope she smells your smoke from here.

Anticipation grinds in your gut. You've made your way up. The final confrontation is near. This is what you've been waiting for.

This is your last moment to prepare.

>Signal Violet?
>Signal Eiko?
>Examine Closest Doors?
>Left or Right?
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No. 1113010 ID: 74fd28

Yes, yes, yes, left. Get everyone ready!
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No. 1113016 ID: 73a678

>>1113009
...okay NOW it's a party.

>Yes
>Yes
>Yes
>Left
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No. 1113017 ID: f47601

Examine the door.
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No. 1113033 ID: fd169b

Give signals, head right. presumably the angel was headed to the boss.

I think ideally you'll kick things off, and the others will arrive after the fighting is underway. That will give them a moment where the rest of the gang will think they are their side. Should even lead to the boss getting paranoid about who else is in on it.
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No. 1113240 ID: 9f3801
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1113240

>Signal Everyone

Let's get this party started. First, you take out the essential oil from your pocket, popping it open and leaving it on the floor as you take out a cig to light. As you wait for someone to appear, you smoke through as much of it as you can, not wanting to waste it.

Even with the smoke filtering through your system, your heart's beating erratically. Too much jittering in your nerves to calm it...

Vi's the first to appear, coming up through one of the middle door's after taking the stairs. Her expression is tense. You put the cig out on the wall.

You exhale, "What's up? Where's Eiko?"

Vi's eyes dart around, smelling figures, her posture stiff. "She got caught up outside... They're chasing after her."

>Value: Eiko's Choices

You nod. "She'll be fine." She can handle herself and make her way up somehow. Vi's good enough back up for now. Hopefully.

You gesture, "Ready?"

Vi's fur shifts in agitation, "I didn't really want to get violent..."

Ah, right. "Just tell me where to go and stay out of the way."

Vi gestures to the right, "Someone's there in Julien's office," then she gestures to the left, "But there's two people in the vault area. One of them is Julien. The other... I think it's that Angel."

Your eyebrows raise, "Huh... Alright."
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No. 1113241 ID: 9f3801
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1113241

>Examine Door

You hold your SPYGLASS up to the door that leads to the vault. The room is empty, but the vault door is slightly ajar. Are they inside? Prepping to stash their things away?

You carefully open the door, still crouched low. There's no sound of voices in the room, just an eerie silence that sets you on edge.
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No. 1113242 ID: 9f3801
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1113242

When you cross the room all the way to the vault door, you gesture for Vi to skulk behind you. As you peek into the vault itself, you spy nothing but shelving. Boxes of ammo, cash containers, other random shit. Damn. How much shit do they have stashed in here?

Pinpricks cross your skin, your dirty hands leaving marks on the metal door as you open it inch by inch, with just enough room for you to slide into. It's a bit impressive how you contort your body through the space and duck under the closest object.

But... There's still no sound. And from your vantage point.. You can't see anyone there.
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No. 1113243 ID: 9f3801
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1113243

You move to stand. You spy gold bars all stacked up and briefcases piled together. A cha-ching sound rings in your head.

Though. There's ammo all around here, but no weapons? No stacks of cash?

Where could it be?
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No. 1113244 ID: 9f3801
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1113244

There's a blur of movement. An illusion falling.

Sh--
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No. 1113245 ID: 9f3801
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1113245

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
BANG! BANG! BANG!
BANG!

[-1 STAMINA]

SON OF A ##%%^**%#%^£%^%^£¥£¥
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No. 1113246 ID: 9f3801
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1113246

You slam your body back down to the ground, back facing the table as bullets fly all around and ricochet off the metal. Your ears ring. The bastard keep's going until his gun clicks. Now empty.

You move your left arm to test the damage. Still got full mobility, the damaged muscle already starting to repair itself. Only a clip across the shoulder for all those bullets. What a lousy shot.

Julien's voice rings through the vault, echoing against the metal as he waggles his gun and laughs in disbelief. "Who knew you'd still be alive? You're one real slick fucking dyke."

You call out, "That's Mr. Slick Dyke to you, asshole."

"You really like bein' a funny guy? I'm gonna be real hilarious." He fingers for another clip of ammo.

You can't see Vi. You didn't get a clear look at the Angel nearby.

It'll take a few seconds for him to reload.

The de facto leader of the Wolf Bites snarls and mocks, "You gonna keep hiding like prey over there? Run away? Hah? Face me, you fucking coward! I've been real patient."
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No. 1113247 ID: 74fd28

Absolutely not. A fair fight’s not what we need right now.
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No. 1113248 ID: d30887

"You know she's going to harvest your soul, right? She'd throw everything in your vault into a garbage dump if it meant she could harvest one more soul! They remove souls from the cycle of reincarnation, make them compliment G0D for @#$%ing eternity! OR WOULD YOU RATHER HAVE HER TAIL UP YOUR ASS THAN A CLEAN DEATH?!"

Draw something! Anything!
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No. 1113258 ID: 892aa1

Well this is the point where stealth mission turns into stealth was optional mission, time to fight.
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No. 1113263 ID: fd169b

This seems like the time for darkness, or even fireball, and then charge in from the side to make this a knife fight.
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No. 1113689 ID: 9f3801
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1113689

"Yeah, right! Real bold of you to make demands when this ain't a fair fight!"

You hear a distinct click and pull. "Keep on yappin' like a mutt. I won't miss this next one."

You rifle through your pockets. The gun won't be as useful when you're exchanging bullets head to head with little room to maneuver. You're not in knife range either. You need to buy some time.

"You know that angel's just using you for your soul right?! Everything here, all the gold in the world, even the clothes on your back are disposable if it means one more convert to worship that blowhard they call G-0-D! Cause' in their eyes, you're nothing but fucking fuel!" You pause. At the lack of reaction, you tack on, "OR WOULD YOU RATHER HAVE THEIR WING UP YOUR ASS THAN A CLEAN DEATH?!"

You hear Julien growl and the sound of footsteps. Got him.

>Draw something!
>Fight
>Darkness or Fireball

You grab for your spell deck. You want to hit the asshole without blinding yourself, so you try to draw for FIREBALL.

[1d5 = 1 = FIREBALL]

The heat of the familiar spell licks your fingers. Looks like luck's on your side. In your minds eye, you recall Julien's rough location. He might've used an illusion spell to get the drop on you, but you doubt he knows how to cast. The angel must've done it for him.
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No. 1113690 ID: 9f3801
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1113690

The card ignites and magic heat bursts from your hand, the fireball traveling in a rough arc through the air.

"SON OF A---"

There's a yelp. A boom. A sizzle. Burning fills your nostrils.

Must've been dead on.

At the end of the day, take out all the fluff, and he's just any other nobody.
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No. 1113691 ID: 9f3801
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1113691

You don't waste time, you vault over the shelf and unsheathe your knife to get in close. Your vision tunnels at his struggling form. His upper shoulder's coated in char, his jacket burnt away with scorch marks all around him. Not quite dead on, but good enough that he's still reeling and holding onto the wall from the impact.

Tit for tat.

He coughs and glares at you. "Mfthr fuck'r."

You reverse your grip and raise your knife so you can drive it right down his arrogant face.
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No. 1113692 ID: 9f3801
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1113692

CLAAAANGG

Your arm bounces at the sudden recoil. Your ears ring.

[-1 STAMINA]
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No. 1113694 ID: d30887

Dig it in.
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No. 1113695 ID: 9f3801
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1113695

You step back and resist the urge to slash again. The halo hovers protectively.

Goddamn Angel.

It swings at you, forcing you to jump back and widen the distance, then watch as the halo retreats.
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No. 1113696 ID: 9f3801
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1113696

When you finally get a good look at the Angel, you realize who it is. Your heart starts to race.

Haze. Haze. Haze.

Her form casually leans back on a steel table, her uniform white and pristine, silver hair up in a bun. Her expression regards you with the usual icy contempt. You drag your eye down and spy the leather harness (that's now standard for angels of her caliber) that wraps around her chest. You feel the urge to grab it.

You stand straight, storing your mask away as you find yourself out of breath. "Angel, baby, what a coincidence."

Her eye slightly twitches at the pet name. You spy Julien moving to stand in the corner of your eye.

"Thought you didn't collude with sinners. Have you changed your mind?"

Haze stares. When she speaks, it's monotone, yet snappy, "All new converts may be cleansed of sin upon conversion, so long as they seek redemption from Zir. By taking in It's guidance and reflecting upon your sins, then your own impurities will be made clean.. Otherwise, redemption is earned through sweat or blood. D.R. Policies 100.3."

You find yourself half tuned in.

"Right. Right. Very professional... Anyway, can you play nice and get out of my way? I have some other business to deal with before we can have our fun." You raise your knife and wiggle it in your grip.

Haze stays silent as Julien groans. You take a step towards his direction, then stop as her halo shifts.

"I hit him once. Just let me do it again."

"No."

Stubborn, stubborn, Haze. Usually, you're in her way, so this is an odd feeling. If she's the one that showed up here weeks ago....

"Sooo you were the real mastermind of this whole deal? That's a new one! All this, just so you could get me alone with you? That's kinda romantic."

".... Speak for yourself, Demon."

You press on. "You also took a gamble on this scheme. There were a lot of chances I could've died before I even got here. What if that asshole over there was a good shot?"

Haze's gaze now bores into your skin and excitement prickles underneath it.

"You wouldn't."

Who's upping the heat in here?

"Are you done running your goddamn tongues over there?! I could use some fuckin' help!" Julien yells.
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No. 1113697 ID: 9f3801
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1113697

Before you can cut a word in, Haze's wings rise up and beat the air, the conduction of wind almost knocking you off your feet. The lights flicker. Julien hits the wall as Haze's wings stay extended, almost suffocating the vault with its mass. It's a thing of beauty when she flexes her presence.

He knocked right on her temper.

Haze doesn't look in Julien's direction as she addresses him. "Your presence is no longer needed, Wolf. You may leave."

Her extended wing slashes the air, a bright line forming vertically as if drawn on a screen. The line pulsates then unfolds itself into the shape of a triangle, the dimensional space around it juxtaposed with its odd unreality. No matter what angle you viewed it, it looked two-dimensional. Unbeholden to physics.

The fresh portal glows.

Shit. She only used one wing. It shouldn't go far.

Julien glances at the portal then back to Haze. "Are you yankin' my tail? You want me to run away with my tail between my legs after that nutcase hit me with some magic bullshit?" he scoffs.

Haze now fully turns her head towards him.

"Yes."

Julien winces then gulps. ".... Yeah, whatever. I'll deal with the other one." He pauses then points at you, "And I'm no coward! This is the deal I made! Your hide for my benefit! AMEN!"

You can't help but laugh at the way he tries to save face. He turns to the portal with a faux air of indifference. His fur can't help but rise.
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No. 1113698 ID: 9f3801
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1113698

Ah shit. As much as you enjoy seeing him put in his place, you can't let him escape when you just got to him.

(Un)fortunately, you have to go through Haze.

"Will you step aside if I ask real nicely?"

"....."

"Guess we'll do this the hard way."

>A) Attack Julien
>B) Attack Haze
>C) Draw Spell
>D) Bait Julien
>E) Convince Haze


[STMN: 22/24]
[INTUITION: 2/2]
[SPELLS: FIREBALL, FLEE, IDENTIFY, BURST, and DARKNESS]
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No. 1113699 ID: d30887

Don't care about Julien. Where he's going is worse than anything Eiko could do to him.
Angel wings. Two whole angel wings.
Time to harvest.

B
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No. 1113701 ID: 74fd28

D. He's obviously trying to save face, so hit him where he's weak: his pride. Don't give him what he wants!
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No. 1113703 ID: 606514

Bait the fuck outta Julien. Pride begets a nasty fall.
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No. 1113707 ID: fd169b

D) better slink off pup, the real fight starts now
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No. 1113712 ID: 5f28f2

Bait and then fight!
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No. 1113919 ID: 9b8e1f

Time to give 'em the ol' razzle dazzle tactic.
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No. 1113979 ID: 9f3801
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1113979

>Bait Julien

You can't help but want to get his ass. If you can't do it with your hands, you might as well do it with words. Then fight. Then a harvest after.

You project your voice loud enough for everyone to hear, "Guess while Julien over there slinks off like a lost puppy, we can have a real fight."

This has him pause to shoot you another look. You keep your gaze trained on Haze, but you know you've got him.

"....."

"It must have been real easy tricking him. Tell me, was he a sucker from the start? Or did it take some convincing? He's always been a brown noser, so I bet you didn't need to put too much effort in."

"....... I know what you're doing." Haze makes no effort to stop you.

You clap your hands. "Or was he a messy little puppy that needed some good discipline? What did you call him? Wolf? That's real nice. Did you use that when you trained him? Or did you use dog?" You cover your mouth in faux pearl-clutching, "Or was it pup?"

"WH-WHY I OUTTA-- YOU-YOU!" You can practically hear the steam ringing out of his ears.
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No. 1113980 ID: 9f3801
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1113980

"Wolf." Is all Haze says with a disciplinary tone.

"There it is!" You look directly at him now. "Did you get all hot and bothered?"

Julien gets a dark look in his eyes, his body no longer responding to the pain of the spell. "You're a real damn gum smacker."

"What's that? Looks like it's all barking in here. I thought the wolf bites? Or is it a slobber?" You playfully gesture.

Julien rolls his sleeves up. You grasp your gun.

Haze's eyes narrow. "If you fall for the demon's provocation I will not spare you."

Julien doesn't seem to respond this time. His posture's hackled up. The good wolf's pride is on the line.

You snide, "I know just what kind of asshole you are. You hide behind the people with the real power. Does it make your dick feel big? Did you even kill the former boss with your own hands? Or did the others do it for you while you sat and watched?"

Julien's jaw practically grinds as he stands as tall as he can, his body inching closer to his fallen weapon, "I KILLED THAT MUTT WITH MY OWN HANDS! YOU THINK THIS SCAR WAS THERE BEFORE? ALL FROM A LUCKY SHOT." He points at his maw, the scars ripping past his gums and fixing a permanent scowl. You hear far behind you, a slight growl in response. You wonder how Eiko would react if she heard him.

Drive it home!
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No. 1113982 ID: 74fd28

You want to talk scars? Guess where I got mine. Go on, guess! You’re nothing, pup.
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No. 1113983 ID: d30887

"You killed him because she ordered you to. You're just a dog pretending to be good to go to Heaven, and she's pretending you're a dog so she can ship you to Heaven in a kennel.

Real wolves don't give a ^&*( about the future. They tear the throats of anything they hate. So go ahead. Hate me. Or are you going to wag your tail and roll your tongue around for walkies in G0D's park?"
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No. 1113984 ID: f676b7

Start yelling red rocket, red rocket!
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No. 1114004 ID: fd169b

So you got a scratch, doesn't change that you're all bark.
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No. 1114009 ID: 703118

That scar was supposed to be a reminder of how close things were to getting really ugly for you and not something that made you proud of it. What is going to be next, are you going to use a knife to make scares on your dick to make it feel more impressive?
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No. 1114018 ID: 2f41db

>>1113980
Bull.
Shit.
I bet you were whining, on your back and showing your belly to him till someone with some real power saved you.
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No. 1114272 ID: a6de65
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1114272

You laugh high. "What a load of shit. So what, you got a scratch? You wanna take a knife and make scars on your dick to feel more impressive? If you wanna talk scars, guess where I got these." You point to your face. "Go on and guess! She can tell you right here. You're nothing, you red rocket schmuck."

Julien's all tension, a pot ready to blow, "So what?! She ain't dead, is she?! Some tough guy you are!"

Haze's head dips slightly. You can feel the annoyance filtering through the cracks. An icy sting. You try to step forward again and see her halo flip once more. That's fine.

More.

You turn your face, snide, as you turn the safety off. "It's a work in progress. Besides, was that even a fight? I bet you were whining, on your back, and showing your belly to the ol' boss till someone with the real power saved you."

Julien sneers. "You don't know shit. That guy was a soft bastard. Too soft. Even with a gun to his noggin you know who he begged for? Not for himself. Over and over he'd plead 'No! No! I can't leave my precious little family.' Bark, bark bark."

"That's funny, since that's all I'm hearing right now." You smile as you holler, "Is the good dog going to Heaven? Are you gonna wag your tail and roll your tongue around for walkies in G0D's park next?"

"You won't find out!"

There's a leap. You draw the gun.

"Move your head!" Vi yells from the dark.

You listen.
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No. 1114273 ID: a6de65
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1114273

BAM!BAM!

[-1 STAMINA]

Your face burns.

You move.

He moves.

BAM!

Julien screams.
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No. 1114274 ID: a6de65
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1114274

Julien presses his now useless hand down to his chest, the thumb blown off, a whimper of pain suppressed. You step forward, death on your heels, and feel satisfaction. The Archangel watches, but does not get in your way, indifferent now to Julien's crime.

It BURNS. Hot iron floods your mouth and seeps down your throat. There's air where it shouldn't be, exposed nerves and sinew worming new lines along your open face. To your right, all you hear is a piercing buzz. A pounding drum.

LIVE!

LIVE!

LIVE!

Like a curse, your body heals in response.

It's exhilarating. It's just what you need. You open and close your mouth, hear the bones of your teeth clack against the open air and the way it sends another neuron flash of pain right down your gums and through your nervous system. All the other pain of the past few days is nothing in comparison. This one's the best.

You feel ALIVE.

"YOU-YOU MONSTER! STEP BACK!" Julien skids across the floor away from you-- towards the portal, his one good hand searching his pockets for one last trump card. You shoot the space just before it, right as he's going to close the distance. He freezes.

You step forward again. Cock the gun and aim point blank, almost spin it with a mocking flair.
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No. 1114275 ID: a6de65
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1114275

Julien stares, horror stricken, as he raises another object in front of you.

The. Damn. Plasma. Grenade.

"HELP ME!" He roars in desperation. To the Angel. G0D.

He bites down on the pin. You curse as you throw your arms over your head--

You could die--
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No. 1114276 ID: a6de65
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1114276

A collision.

The portal swallows. Then dies....

And the room goes dim....
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No. 1114277 ID: a6de65
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1114277

.......

"Was---"

BOOOOM!

Your mind goes blank as the building tremors. The high of pain dampens.

You turn to Haze, who seems equally shocked. She's dematerialized her wings.

You attempt to speak. Stop. You swallow more of the blood that's collected, your voice garbled, the skin still works its way across your cheek, "That... That portal lead outside?"

She blinks. Collects herself. "Yes."

Huh... That... You weren't expecting that. Not for you. Not for... An acquaintance?

...... Did Vi just die for you?

"Are you done?" Haze's voice shocks you back to yourself.

The vault feels bigger now. There is only the both of you left. Exactly how Haze wanted it to be.

Normally, you would feel excited...

But you aren't sure what you're feeling. You want to go back to feeling alive again...

>Respond?
>Switch to Eiko? (This option will appear again)
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No. 1114278 ID: 74fd28

Switch to Aiko now, now, now! We need closure on Vi!
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No. 1114279 ID: d30887

Shoot Haze. Now.
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No. 1114282 ID: fd169b

Dramatic cut to Eiko
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No. 1114283 ID: 52827e

Well time to add another angle killing to our kill count. Time to make some hell!
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No. 1114366 ID: 2f41db

Aiko.
As said, need to know about vi.
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No. 1114426 ID: a6de65
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1114426

You take aim and shoot Haze without thinking. You don't want to think. You want to feel. Even though you know, based on experience, that it wont work.

Haze's halo, already expanded into its shield form, repels the bullets. Another wonder of ANGELTECH that you can never get your hands on. Mutable, reactive, enchanted. Downright goddamn frustrating.

At some point, you hear the gun click, but continue to fire anyway. Head. Neck. Heart. Lungs. Stomach. Over and over.

When nothing happens, and all you see is Haze's gaze behind her shield, you toss the empty gun aside. You know you're not thinking clearly. You know there's more rational decisions. And yet. And yet.

You can't relish the thought of that bastard being dead.

Haze, in her new state of eternal patience, tilts her head at you. It ticks you off. You want to knock the expression right off of her. Grip her hair in your hands and tear the wings off her back. Watch her fluster for it. It wouldn't be difficult, Haze is all repression. A facade of indifference that you only need to pull apart and raise hell at.

Yet, you find it hard to move.

"Did you care about that person?" Her sudden question pins you back to what you wanted to avoid.

.... Did you know Vi long enough for it to count? She was mostly there for Eiko, and Eiko, by extension, is someone you have to care for. Vi fed you and treated you well, despite what you've done.

But this was always a suicide mission. Vi knew the risks. She must've known, all the way to the end, she would've been perfectly safe just staying back. A passive witness. So, so....

Do you care? Does it matter?

(Your answer will affect fate)
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No. 1114430 ID: fd169b

you didn't care, but... why? Why would she do that?
Its like now you have to have cared because otherwise its the most horrible waste of a life you've ever seen
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No. 1114439 ID: 2f41db

>>1114426
Maybe it doesnt matter in the face of greater powers and infinately more vast things, but that doesnt mean you shouldnt care. Your grasp on your own humanity is a tenuous thing in this overwhelmingly extensive multiverse, so that makes grasping firmly onto the smaller things all the more vital because should you let them go you may never find them again.
Care.
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No. 1114440 ID: d30887

You cared about Vi the same way you used to care about your wrinkly, cancer-ridden old grandma:
She was always doomed. You were just skirting around that fact.
She died two minutes ago and it hurt. Doesn't hurt as much the second time.

No, what matters about her now is where she'll end up.
Keep pushing. Don't let one more soul into G0D's hands.
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No. 1114448 ID: 74fd28

>>1114439
This!
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No. 1114495 ID: 9f08aa

"Friend of a friend... We met in awkward way. I never got the chance to really put my defenses up around her... She could have killed me at any time. Instead she Sacrifices herself..."
FUCK! WHY?!?
Yes you care! Maybe you didn't before but goddamnit that was one of the very few GOOD people in existence! But she just had to go and prove it in death! Why?!?
...
Of course, you know why.
It's because she was around you.
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No. 1114681 ID: a6de65
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1114681

>Maybe it doesnt matter in the face of greater powers and infinately more vast things, but that doesnt mean you shouldnt care.

It has always been easier to reject your humanity. To believe you were always something wrong with the world is much easier to cope with than to believe you have always been a human with faults. That your life is something that you decide, instead of being decided for you. Because only the monsters in life get to decide. They lay out the invisible circumstances of everyone's lives. They get to shape the world. Not the ones that deserve it. Not the ones that live it.

The tenuous nature of yourself, in truth, is that you are fucked up. Yet, being fucked up doesn't make you less of a person.

In your mind, you tell yourself you didn't care, or only cared for a moment. Yet, it's a half truth. If you didn't, then her sacrifice didn't matter. If you did, then that's another good person gone. It's a paradoxical nature of care. Schrodinger's dog trapped between impossible geometries.

"No." You lie. "Friend of a friend... We met in an awkward way. Never got the chance to really put my defenses up around her..."

Haze simply nods. "I see... That was very noble of her." She grabs onto the emblem of Zir around her neck. "And yet, such an act is wasted on you."

"I know." You know.
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No. 1114682 ID: a6de65
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1114682

Haze bows her head and recites, "Great Zir, allow me your grace to enact your will and cleanse this evil from the domain of worlds."

You know you should run away. Attack her again and mean it this time. Disarm her. Yet, you still cannot find the will to move your feet, only grip your knife and summon your secondary weapon. The one you use just for her. Your sword breaker.

You know what she will do. You will feel more alive for it. And you will also deserve it. Like every other time she has hurt you.

A robotic voice responds.

[HAZIEL, ARCHANGEL 0F JUSTICE, REC0GNIZED]

[PRAYER ACCEPTED]
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No. 1114683 ID: a6de65
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1114683

The emblem reforms in her hands, casting light into the room.

Then ingests it.
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No. 1114684 ID: a6de65
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1114684

Haze dips the longsword in her hand, cuts the air to test the weight before properly gripping it with both hands. It's a different weapon to the saber she used last.

She exhales, "Don't worry, Demon. Just stay still." Her halo shrinks and retreats as she takes a step. "I will make you clean."

Haze lunges.
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No. 1114685 ID: a6de65
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1114685

[-1 STAMINA]
[-1 STAMINA]

You are nearly segmented. It stings, the divine metal still eating away at you long after its left. Your body moved on its own to lessen the impact, absorbing only shallow cuts that you feel as you breathe.

The pain reorients you, brings you back to life.
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No. 1114686 ID: a6de65
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1114686

>Care

When Haze moves to slash again, you use your secondary to parry the blade at the weakest point of her momentum. Sparks fly.

Right. You can't let Vi's sacrifice go to waste. There's still another angel skulking around here that you'll have to take care of. Fighting one with no experience would be hell for Eiko on her own.

No giving in. You drum into yourself. Don't let another one die. Take responsibility this time. Grasp the minuscule bits of life that have fallen into your hands.

Fight for it.

You zero in on the stretch of your neck.

The sting along your chest.

You wait for Haze to extend then sidestep at the last second. You slide your sword breaker along the blade and catch it in the notch. Flick your wrist. Imbalance her arms. Riposte and pierce the shoulder. Hear her hiss. Feel her move to lessen the damage. Her harness catches on the edge and rips.

Haze's hands twist, the blade half circles, backward, nearly slashing your face. You deflect once more.

Haze doesn't make the same mistake again. Her movements are practiced. Efficient. Each deflected slash is quickly maneuvered into a new one with the smallest angling of her wrists. Left. Right. Horizontal. Vertical. You feel yourself start to tire. She thrusts and your arm nearly gives.

There's another quick thrust you deflect.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Haze's blade glows as her hands swirl the longsword in the air.
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No. 1114688 ID: a6de65
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1114688

When it c\uts, this time, it hits something within you.
Options: \
>A)Taunt \
>B)Aim \
>C) Fl \ e e
>D)Disarm \
>E)Draw Spell \

[Connection Severe\d]
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No. 1114689 ID: a6de65
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1114689

It is a few minutes in the past.

You are now Eiko.
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No. 1114690 ID: a6de65
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1114690

You are doing your best with the circumstances laid out to you. It just so happens that those circumstances led to a hostage situation. All good plans that end up in disaster are just plans that can be adapted, right?

You are maybe, capital S, Screwed.

How in the black sesame sweet fuckin' mochi are you going to get out of this?

[STAMINA: 14/18]
[AMMO: 5/6]
[INVENTORY: Magic Ring, (1) Gun]
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No. 1114691 ID: 74fd28

Notice the alignment of everyone here? Draw the middle two closer to you by focusing on the back two with your threats and gun. Then once they’re closer to you in a nice pyramid shape, you’ve set them all up.

A very familiar shape.

They’ll be set up like bowing pins!

Toss your hostage and score a strike, knocking them all down in one go!
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No. 1114695 ID: fd169b

Maybe you can bluff with the ring. flash it at them and do whatever looks the most like charging up a magic beam attack.
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No. 1114697 ID: ae46b3

You have a gun and you have targets, apparently bullets directly to the forehead.
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No. 1114699 ID: 70f58a

If you have a hostage, shouldn't you use it to make them back off?
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No. 1114707 ID: 2f41db

I think, all of the above.
Back up so they bunch closer.
Activate glowy ring elements and implynyoure about to invert your hostages central nervous system
Flash the ring as you threaten the hostage to draw the eye away from the other hand readying to raise your gun.
Throw hostage into largest group.
Shoot any still standing.
Stomp down on the ones left over.

All presuming youre stronger than them sufficiently to pull it off.
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No. 1114937 ID: a6de65
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1114937

>Toss your hostage and score a strike, knocking them all down in one go!
>Maybe you can bluff with the ring.
>bullets directly to the forehead.
>all of the above.

Your head thumps in pain. Where'd all these thoughts come from so suddenly? Is your brain working extra hard to get out of this? Your eye twitches as you try to acclimate to the sudden rush of ideas.

>If you have a hostage, shouldn't you use it to make them back off?

It's been working out so far, they backed off after you grabbed this guy and chokeheld him unconscious. He was just within arms reach after you took down the first creep that tried to kabedon you. The reeking smell of tobacco from his maw-- so close to your face-- ran the last line of your patience.

You honestly didn't expect all of them to follow. The damn perverts followed the first pair of guys shirking their duty, just to catch a look.

You adjust your hold on the one you managed to knock out. He's complete deadweight you have to hold up with half your body since you aren't fully transformed. It's hard to play off. You're ankle aches from twisting it in the previous grapple, causing you to lean on your right.

>Bluff w/ Ring

The magic ring is currently tucked in your breast pocket. As much as you'd like to precure charge beam at these chuckleheads, you'd need all your hands available. And you doubt they're going to find it much of a threat based off of appearance. Besides, you're wary of using the ring, since you don't know what it does. Vex warned you that once you put it on, it will activate.

(And maybe a small part of you is afraid of how it calls out to you)

>Draw Them Closer

You point your gun at the ones off to the side, yelling with the roughest voice you can manage, "YOU WANT SOME? HAH? HAAH?"

Internally, you feel embarrassed at yourself for playing gangster. Akito was always better at playing the part. That's why he got as far as he did. You can feel strong. Act strong. But to convince people you are...

The others seem to sense your hesitation, their eyes glancing at one another as they lurk closer. Your face colors.
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No. 1114939 ID: a6de65
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1114939

You take a deep breath, your heart racing as you try to find the right angle while keeping your eyes on all of them. In the flash of a baseball pitch and all the awkward strength you can muster, you toss the hostage into the approaching pins.

[-1 STAMINA]

AAAAAAAAH! Only half a score!

The three that get rolled are down for the count. The rest look taken by surprise and you use that moment to try and shoot the last guy with a gun.

>Aim for Forehead
>Shoot any still standing.

When you aim for the head, the lethality now real, you hesitate. You didn't get a good look at the group until now. Unlike the first guy, who was always a creep, the last three are familiar. All younger than you and no better than teens. People you've exchanged conversations with on car rides back from clean up duty. However brief they were, they weren't bad.

Two are brothers. The eldest joined so he can keep an eye on his younger.

The one you aim for has the gun. The eldest. Mori. You feel your finger twitch but not pull. You know he'll use his gun. You can see it in his eyes. They don't even recognize you. Don't hesitate. Do it! DO IT!

Your hand lowers as you aim for the leg instead, a less lethal shot as you pull the trigger. He howls, you flinch. Blood pools through his jeans at the thigh.
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No. 1114941 ID: a6de65
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1114941

The youngest brother, Jun, charges at you, enraged, his bat pitches high in a swing ready to knock your head off your shoulders.

You twist your body ready to dodge and feel your ankle warn you. A sudden shiver runs down your spine. Can you do this? You can. You should. There's no reason not to. You knew this would happen. You have to.

You have to.

You have (1) action and (1) free action.

Actions:
>A) Attack (1) Guard
>B) Dodge (1) Attack
>C) _____

Free Actions:
>A) Put Ring On (It calls out to y[Y]o[O]u[U])
>B) Transform
>C) Talk


[STAMINA: 13/18]
[AMMO: 4/6]
[INVENTORY: Magic Ring, (1) Gun]
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No. 1114944 ID: fd169b

Transform as you dodge/fall on your back. Kick him in the chin!
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No. 1114945 ID: 74fd28

>>1114944
Yeah! Go for the face!
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No. 1114996 ID: a6de65
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1114996

You dodge out of the way, the bat singing past your ear. Feel your nerves steel. Your thoughts center into the fight. Tamp down the hesitation.

By will, your body transforms, muscles growing and bones twisting to accommodate the extension of anatomy. It's smooth, just aches. Unlike when you were a pup and felt the growing pains each time you'd shift. Now it just feels like you're extending yourself, stretching out your limbs after cramping them into the shape of something weaker smaller. Your clothes stretch and tear in certain places, the fabric not made to take the strain. A pang of regret hits you, but you can repair it later.

You tower over them, heads apart in height, with the tallest at hands reach. As a wolf, you were always taller than your brother, whether he was shifted or not. It always felt weird... You didn't like standing out. Didn't like embracing that part of yourself.
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No. 1114997 ID: a6de65
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1114997

Jun steps back, bat lowering with his ears. They all stare. Stunned.

A rage within wells up. You take that moment to kick Jun in the head, right under the chin, knocking him off his feet with your newfound strength. He falls to the floor like deadweight and the bat clatters along the ground. Your ankle hurts less despite the hit. Mori yells.

[-1 STAMINA]

When you look back at the two remaining, they back off even farther, as much as they can, anyway. Mori shoots at you, the bullet piercing your ribs in a jerk of hot white that you barely register.

[-1 STAMINA]

You growl. It hurts, but it does little to stop you in this form. Even the pain starts to numb itself over your growing anger. If only they just rolled over, instead of making this hard for you.

"E-Eiko, sir, what--Why?" Mori stutters.

He says more, but you don't hear it. Instead, you hear Vex's voice in the back of your head.

Can you kill another one like your brother?

>Assert Dominance (Decide how)
>Crush Them

[STAMINA: 11/18]
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No. 1114999 ID: d30887

They're all pathetic. Mindless, obedient pups. You don't care if they live or die.
But can you live with the idea that you'd be putting some other little sister in the same position of hatred that you went through... and then flew off where they could never reach you? Could you live with turning another woman into a monster?

Assert Dominance: Order them to stop shooting. If they continue, rip the balls off their fallen comrade. Threaten to stuff them into whoever's dumb enough to attack next. The next one to attack you gets the pills and his arm ripped off. The next one after that gets that arm speared through his ass and has his ears torn to shreds. And so on. Do not stop insisting they can simply walk away and tend the wounded.
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No. 1115001 ID: 2f41db

>>1114999
Agreed, fully.

Express the tenuous hold you have on your temper.
Low voiced growl of a statement.
The kind of rumble you feel as much as hear.

Grab the downed one and lift with contemptuous ease, snarl and stare. See if you can get him to bare his throat.

Break things over shredding if you have to.
The goal is to convey the perception of the absolute lack of effort that would be needed to rend them to shreds.

If you can stun them to pause things, grab hold of the tempo of the conflict.
Slow, powerful and threatening movement.
Embody an avalanche of hurt just waiting to fall exclusively on the first person to draw your ire.
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No. 1115007 ID: fd169b

controlled rage can be intimidating. Calmly and gently pick Jun up, hold him in your arms. You're going to deliver a monologue about how important family is and how you need to avenge your brother, with Jun as a sort of example and also a shield so Mori doesn't shoot you again.

doesn't matter how true it is, its a believable motivation that the others can get behind, or at least get out of your way.
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No. 1115014 ID: b18598

Use your new big form as intimidation tactic. They all are already backing off, just push it a little bit more until they run with tails between their legs.
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No. 1115046 ID: 74fd28

>>1115001
Yeah this is good
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No. 1115289 ID: a6de65
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1115289

>Could you live with turning another woman into a monster?

The thought of inflicting your grief on another person makes you sick to your stomach. The last few years of your life have rendered you into a completely different person, the grief changing you down to the very molecule. To do that to someone else, willingly, would be too much. It's already hard enough to try to live another day.

But they don't have to know that.

>Controlled Rage
>Intimidate

You pocket your gun, the small weapon useless with your paws, then pick Jun up off the floor by the scruff of his neck. There's an ease now when you lift, the weight equal to the other one you threw, yet barely a plastic bag of groceries in your strengthened grip. The other two watch you warily. Fear palpable. You consider your tactic, then pick the bat up with your other hand.

>Slow, powerful and threatening movement.
>Embody an avalanche of hurt just waiting to fall exclusively on the first person to draw your ire.

You look them both in the eye as you hold Jun up and practically wiggle him like a toy. "You see this?"

Mori postures, still wanting a fight, though he moves his gun down to avoid hitting Jun. The other grips onto their pipe hard enough you can hear it creak.
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No. 1115291 ID: a6de65
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1115291

You growl, low, as if they're merely inconveniencing you. "You asked me why. My family's why." You grip the bat tighter in your claw, the wood starting to bend as you speak, "Growing up, there had to be someone there for you. Someone in your corner. Your mom, your dad, a sibling, a cousin. Someone close by you could talk to and understood you. That you could rely on. Imagine that person."

You let your monologue sit, then continue, "Now, imagine that person being taken away forever. Just gone. Can you imagine that loss? That emptiness? Who do you talk to? Can everyone else even understand how much they mattered?" You refuse to tear up. You can feel it in the corner of your eyes.

"How would you feel, learning the people that did it just celebrated? Took away your chance to mourn, because all you could think about is how happily they're dancing on their fucking grave."

The bat starts to splinter.

"I lost my brother, one of the only people I cared about, because of Julien's fucking around. I'm here to pay him back for it."

CRUUNCHH

The wood shatters as you crush it in inwards, chips scattering across the floor. The two flinch.
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No. 1115292 ID: a6de65
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1115292

Your rage feels tempered now. A hammer to hot metal. Even if your words aren't true, you just have to channel the right emotion.

"I'm going to do everything it takes to pay that bastard back. If it means making a deal with the devil, I'd do it." You shake your paw casually to get rid of the splinters. "If it means tearing this place down brick by brick with a spoon, I'll do it. If it means crushing everyone in my way, I'll do it."

Then, you use that same hand to grasp Jun's throat, wrapping around with ease. A weak pulse throbs against your fingers. Shit... You feel powerful. For a moment, you forget everything else, and you think about why you haven't done this sooner. Why you waited this long trying to do things the long way, the boring way, instead of just tearing everyone apart.

You can feel it in your hands. Jun's esophagus would be bend like cardboard. If they ran at you, it would be too late. You just have to flex. Grip.

You let those thoughts play in their eyes. Too easy. And it wont end just with him. There's other limbs you can crush that won't kill. Things to tear instead of break. You could ruin him. And you could ruin them. All on a whim. On your limited mercy.

The two tremble at the implications...

You speak, low and slow, so they taste every threat, "Do you want to find out what that loss feels like?"

The two gulp. They lower in submission and shake their heads quickly, unable to speak, only obey. You exhale, then smile, trying to match Vex's maniacal look.

"Tend to who matters. Get out of my way."

They bow-- then scramble away from you-- tail between their legs. You toss Jun into Mori's arms before walking away.
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No. 1115293 ID: a6de65
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1115293

Even as you get out of sight, you try not to run. You don't want them to hear that you're rushing. Nor sense the tears still threatening to well up. The bullet in your ribs also makes itself known, adding a sting every time you twist. Still manageable.

There's also... complicated feelings that knot in your chest. It's easy to take your anger out on those within reach.. especially deserved.. but you enjoyed that too much.

BOOOOM!

As you turn the corner, a sudden explosion nearly knocks you off your feet. A cloud of purple smoke bellows out right by base. What looks like scatterings of purple fire dance at the roots.

You break off in a run.

In the distance, you vaguely spot two figures obscured by the smoke. One lays prone on the ground. One seems to be up and limping. You can't make out any features. It smells like burning.

You feel yourself start to panic.

Did they do it? Without you?

Which one do you approach?
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No. 1115294 ID: 74fd28

Oh, they totally did it. Go for the limping figure, they’re gonna be able to communicate (hopefully) if their eardrums aren’t blown.
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No. 1115295 ID: d30887

Pin the one limping down, find out who they are. If either of them is Julien, take the shot immediately. No torture, no monologue, not while you're at arm's length from being mauled by gang reinforcements. Fire a bullet into his brain at range, then stomp his head until it splatters open.
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No. 1115296 ID: 70f58a

>>1115293
Apprehend the limping one, determine what to do with them once you know who they are.
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No. 1115307 ID: fd169b

Grab the limping figure. Depending on who it is that can turn into supporting them or tearing them apart.
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No. 1115313 ID: 70f58a

Oh, and if that's not an enemy then you're probably gonna want to confirm the kill on the other one.
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No. 1115429 ID: c9f474

>>1115295

This
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No. 1115845 ID: 43c2d7
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1115845

You move to approach the limping figure, whether or not they're an enemy, they'll at least be conscious enough to communicate.

The smoke is heavy in the air when you enter. Clogs your nose with its frenetic scent. Obscures your vision. The haze around your eyes makes you hesitate. How did this happen?

You step forward, careful, as the figure in the smoke starts to shape itself. Not Vi. Not Vex. They're leaner. There's a burnt sleeve and an uneven posture.

Wait..... That tacky outfit.....
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No. 1115846 ID: 43c2d7
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1115846

You lunge to grab. You claw, cutting the smoke around you as you feel yourself on the tinge of a frenzy, but only catching air. He sensed you too quick.

His eyes flare in the smoke as he obscures himself deeper in. Your vision's going red.

"Eager to help me out, pup? I'd watch those claws."

A voice you've heard just around the corner. Just out of reach. Plaguing your mind. Mocking. Condescending. Irritating.

You lunge again at his direction. Too pissed to respond. So close. So fucking close. You just need to grab.
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No. 1115847 ID: 43c2d7
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1115847

Julien judo kicks-- right where the bullet hit-- almost knocking you down. FUCK. You gasp at the pain as it stuns you, body doubling over. You wrap an arm around your abdomen protectively, but it does little to help the CRITICAL hit.

[-2 STAMINA]

You huff. The smoke suffocates. Every bullet fragment feels like it grinds against the torn flesh in your body. You can't move or breathe.

"You think I'm gonna go down that easy? Hah! You're no scary bitch like that other one." He coughs. "I don't need arms to handle you. I've got something higher on my side."
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No. 1115848 ID: 43c2d7
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1115848

He steps back again, deeper into the smoke, keeping himself obscured as he chuckles, "But maybe I'm mistaken. You were just reaching out to help your ol' Boss. Ain't that right?"

The Boss pauses, as if waiting for your answer, then growls, "Sorry Boss, I got a little too eager.. Well, I can forgive that. Just help me back inside. Stick your hand out. We can forget anything ever happened."

Fuck. FUCK. FUCK! SHIT! HE'S RIGHT HERE!

DAMNIT! DAMNIT! THINK!

The smoke won't give you a clear shot.

You're slower in this form too. And it'll hurt more if you go small.

You growl, low and threatening. "You."

"Don't make a mistake now, girl." He drawls.



[STAMINA: 7/18]
[INVENTORY: A gun. The Ring. The Ring. The Ring.]
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No. 1115849 ID: 70f58a

Put on the ring.
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No. 1115850 ID: ddf3dd

Gun first, then... if that doesn't work, the Ring.

If you have to.
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No. 1115897 ID: fd169b

He's quick, but he's not faster than a bullet right? shoot the fucker
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No. 1115905 ID: d30887

Something spooked him. He ran.
His pride is dead, and he knows it.
Walk away. Let the bully come to you.
In fact... time for a bluff. Let's see how much of an impression Vex left on him.

Talk into the ring. "Vex, the lamb is in the pit. I'm setting up the beacon, get ready to pounce." Rub the ring a few times with a grin all over your face.
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No. 1115998 ID: 9f08aa

The smoke doubles as cover as well for you, too.
Lower yourself, outstretch that hand. Say something sappy like "really? Everything? You would do that for me? After all this?"
Let him think you're kneeling. Let him think he can just grab your offered hand and jam a knife or a bullet between your ribs.

Of course, you won't be kneeling though. Correct your stance. Bend those knees close to the ground. Coil the spring that is your body. When he responds, be it just before he takes the offered hand, or when he starts his shitty one liner reply, Pounce. Charge. Shoulder check him into oblivion and then finish the job when he's down. With a body like that you can only get speed through a single, powerful movement. Make it count
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No. 1116002 ID: c9f474

You have to kill fast and bullets too slow.
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No. 1116006 ID: 73a678

At this point, there's no sense in holding back. Whatever the ring does, time to pop it and see.
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No. 1116791 ID: 217993
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1116791

>Gun

You put a claw to your revolver, considering its use. You'd need to transform your hand back to grasp it properly, otherwise your bulky fingers will have a hard time with the trigger. And when you cock it, it'll make a sound.

.... You can't risk it.

>Something spooked him. He ran.

You're not sure how. He's outside, so he must have ran? But why try to go back inside? Why ask you to help him? There's too many unknowns for you to parse.

>The smoke doubles as cover as well for you, too.
>Bluff

You step back to match the movement, to try to move farther out and make your position harder to read. You're bigger, so you're a bit more visible, but you'll take anything you can get.

>Let him think you're kneeling. Let him think he can just grab your offered hand and jam a knife or a bullet between your ribs.

You slowly stretch your hand out as you crouch down, legs tensed, ready to pounce. Your body now a bullet in the chamber ready to shoot. Your maw opens to choke out whatever feeble words you can think of to trick him. Persuade him. But you can feel your pride stifling it.

"R-really?" Is all that comes out.. Even you aren't convinced.

Immediately, you clench your jaw, teeth creaking in protest. Even if it's all pretend, to try to lower yourself to him? All your anger, all your rage, turns back inwards.

Burns you.

You hesitate and reach for the ring, to change plans, to bluff a different way.

The fur along your neck raises.
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No. 1116792 ID: 217993
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1116792

A maw manifests out of the smoke. Your body lunges to meet it, but it's too late. His jaw arrests your forearm right as you crash into him shoulder first.

Julien bites harder. Things crunch.

Many things crunch.
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No. 1116793 ID: 217993
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1116793

Bodies tumble onto the ground. Hard. You're not sure if it's you coughing or him. A knock of your head against the floor has it spinning.

[STAMINA: 4/18]
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No. 1116794 ID: 217993
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1116794

You blindly grab where he'd hang at your arm and realize he let go in the tumble.

Everything hurts. Your vision swims.

>The Ring

Fuck it.

With one last coherent thought, you grab at your front until you feel the magnetic pull of the ring.

You put it on.
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No. 1116795 ID: 217993
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1116795

You feel weightless. Like TV static. Plasma tickling and crawling into your veins.

The sound of a subway train through a tunnel echoes.

And echoes.

[IMMERSION TEMPORARILY BROKEN]
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No. 1116796 ID: 217993
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1116796

Eiko's soul enters a space. A slight rift just between the dimensional facets. Usually, where souls drift during slumber. Or those without a body go to find another.

Here, time moves much......

much......

much....

slower.
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No. 1116797 ID: 217993
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1116797

YOU pause to collect YOURSELF at this development. Just as YOUR immersion has been broken, so have the restrictions. The OMNI-SCIENT voice of the ---- is now accessible, re-granting knowledge that YOU can access outside of an occupied world. In this knowledge, YOU realize that that ring is an artifact of rare import.

A God Caller. As characters helpfully refer to them. Temporarily allows direct communication to be opened with the closest multi, in this case, YOURSELF. Temporarily, because it breaks down after each use.

The previous owner had pawned it off after their multi (likely their god in their eyes) abandoned them.

A shame. The minds of other multis can be a fickle thing. All to chase the next best character.

The next best story to feed on.
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No. 1116798 ID: 217993
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1116798

"What is this?" Eiko's voice echoes in the abyss. "Who's there?"

YOU, as in "who", are a collective extra-dimensional entity of many names, though commonly known as a multi of FATE. FATE as in achieving power through the... passive manipulation guidance of inter-dimensional beings.

YOU may now speak to Eiko directly.

Be warned. She cannot comprehend the exact truth of YOUR existence. It will damage her.
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No. 1116801 ID: 70f58a

Hello there Eiko. We are the multi of FATE. By wearing the God Caller you are able to speak with us directly. We have been guiding you for the past few minutes, but that will not always be the case. We mainly guide Vex. Stay close to him and you stay close to us, and we will try to keep you alive. The ring might make you aware of when we are guiding you personally, as you felt just now.

So, what we can give you is information. Vex is fighting an Angel right now, and from the sound of his inner monologue it's an opponent he's fought before-- whether that means he will be able to drive her off or not is uncertain. The other person in the smoke is Vi, but we do not know if she is still alive. Julien was losing a fight against Vex but pulled out a plasma grenade, which caused Vi to tackle him through a portal which led out here. It seems she took the brunt of the explosion.

If Julien wants to go back inside... it might be best for you to let him, so you can check on Vi. You don't seem to be winning and there doesn't seem to be any direct aid we can give... her life is more important, isn't it?
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No. 1116802 ID: 2f41db

All is as the other of our multitude says.

What we can give is some knowledge.
Perspectives other than your own.
Ideas.
But also another important thing.
Time.
here, it moves slower.
You have time to think clearly.
Ready yourself.
Fully appraise yourself of the situation in a way you could not in the heat of combat.

While it does not seem your physical injuries will heal, the shock of them will not cloud your mind here and mayhap shall be diminished in your return.

If you have questions, we will answer what we can.
I would recommend you dwell not upon the unfathomable and focus more on the moment.
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No. 1116814 ID: d30887

Did you know you're a character in a story?
Well, I'd expect you to. But maybe you weren't allowed to think that.

You... don't have much fight left in you, huh.
It's silly. You were shouting about avenging your brother so often that we picked up on it, and...
Well, it's not a very unique story.
We know more about Julien than about... what was your brother's name again? Rhetorical question, I don't care.
None of us do. You could put a monument to turning Julien into a Spread Eagle and the only thing it would do for your brother is put his name as some pop-quiz question as an allegory to Julien's epic fall, a name that gets cursed by a few dozen teens for being too complex to flash-memorize and gets completely blacklisted from their minds once they graduate.
And really, that's the crux of the matter. None of us remember anyone else you have beef against. Didn't you want to fight back? Fight everything that took your brother away, and then some?
...you silly girl.

I mean, the problem isn't revenge.
No, the problem is that you're not getting a balanced revenge.
Same old story.
You think that killing this one... tiny... pathetic little nobody will satisfy you.
It won't.
It's about as satisfying as taking the blade that tore your brother's heart open (or however he died, whatever) and throwing it into a hydraulic press. Fun, but fleeting. Tiny. A simplistic revenge you use to delude yourself into thinking you're full.
Who made him? He had parents, friends, mentors, or some combination thereof. Who scooped out the little boy and left a brain-damaged, starving beast that ate your brother?
And was your brother really in Julien's way... or did someone else want him gone?
I mean, you know Vex. You know this started with him. Was hoping you'd pick up when you splashed that drink all over his face, but... no, you might have a small mind, girl, but you've got a big, huffing nose. He knows the score.
His quarry is beyond this. That's why you forgave him. His penance sits on his back, every second, every thought. It haunts him. And it has made him so big, while you're still so small, and he still picked you up and brought you along because he wanted you to be you.
And that's the kicker. You. Your whole world. Puppets. Every good and bad thing will be scripted if G0D gets their way. You'll all be chasing tails and taking revenge upon each other when the real architect of all your suffering sits back and completely believes themselves innocent.
Julien isn't your nemesis.
He's your tutorial mission.

If you want an instruction manual on this madness...
Just Ask.
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No. 1116844 ID: 9f08aa

EIKO!
Fate smiles warmly upon you!
Even as far as it smiles wickedly upon Vex!

We see you're in quite the pickle, but that's nothing a little DEUS EX MACHINA can't fix~
But what's this?
Did you know? Your little friend Vi, is so close, and yet just as broken as you are.
And Vex, upstairs? HE'S GONE MAD!
Hahahaha! So delicious!

And yet, something's missing. There's a certain SPICE to all this that only YOU can add!

Let us grant you a WISH!
Shape it as you desire but...
Focus it upon YOURSELF and we will guarantee your revenge!
Focus it upon VI and we will guarantee her survival!
Focus it on VEX and you shall obtain a measure of POWER! Don't you wish for the freedom to take hold of your own fate?

CHOOSE EIKO!
THE STRINGS OF FATE ARE AT YOUR FINGERTIPS! HAHAHAHA!
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No. 1116867 ID: ddf3dd

Don't let five years of living for revenge take away fifty years of living.
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No. 1116871 ID: fd169b

Eiko you are at a narrative crossroads. Vi is on the ground, hurt. Will you sacrifice your revenge to save her?

But if you want to defy fate and try for both you have my full support.
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No. 1116975 ID: 62c8a2

From what I learned about this story, you are a violent person in a violent world. Do not get discouraged when you just keep going against more and more opponents, that is just the world working as intended. Be brave, be strong, and most importantly, get ready to get hurt or to hurt others. In the world full of hammers, the only things that stands out is the nails that can't be hammered down.
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No. 1116976 ID: 2f41db

Dwell not upon our nature, nor the nature of your story.
All creatures are part of a their own tale being told.
While the circumstances vary, choices such as the one you are presented with come to everyone.
Pivotal moments that will shape not only who they are to become but also the tale of others.

What we offer you here is time not afforded to most.
To truly consider what you want to happen.
To yourself and to others whose own tales intersect with your own.

As others in the multitude say, your choices are present and while you may reach for as many of them as you wish, consider carefully with the time we gift you.
Time to question us and yourself over what you truly want and what you and others will pay for it.
While you can try for more than one, remember.
The wolf that chases three deer goes hungry.
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No. 1117242 ID: 217993
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1117242

>Hello there Eiko.
>We have been guiding you for the past few minutes, but that will not always be the case...
>Here...
>You have time to think clearly.
>Ready yourself.

"Those whispers... I can hear it clearly now. They were your voice all along in the back of my head. And you've been following Vex too? I thought they were just crazy." Eiko looks around as if to search for YOU. "What was it again? Vex said you were like a god."

>We are the multi of FATE.
>Fate smiles warmly upon you!
>Even as far as it smiles wickedly upon Vex!

"Fate, huh..." Eiko's expression tenses. Despite her lack of voice, YOU can feel her thoughts clearly. A mix of suspicion and fear. A reasonable reaction.

Yet, as afraid as she is, she is just as fascinated.

>What we offer you here is time not afforded to most.
>To truly consider what you want to happen.
>To yourself and to others whose own tales intersect with your own...

"Is that what this place is? A place outside? If time moves slowly here... It should still be moving there..." Eiko ponders this as she looks around once more. "... What I want to happen? Guess that makes sense if you're fate."

>Did you know you're a character in a story?
>Well, I'd expect you to. But maybe you weren't allowed to think that.
>All creatures are part of their own tale being told.

"....." Eiko seems contemplative. "Is that metaphorical? But if you're some higher being... I guess it must be easier to see me that way. In your eyes, I'm just another character to play around with... No wonder Vex hates beings like you."

Well, YOU can't exactly explain the delicate politics of other multis that are not playing by the respected social contract to Vex. But that's a separate matter.
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No. 1117243 ID: 217993
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1117243

>You... don't have much fight left in you, huh.
>It's silly. You were shouting about avenging your brother so often that we picked up on it, and...
>You don't seem to be winning...

Eiko's face twitches. "I know. I know... I know!" She growls, "Give me some credit! I had to adapt a plan that was supposed to take years into two days! The last thing I was was ready. I'm trying!"

Eiko gestures around with her hands, trying to find where to look, then grabs her head as if to pull at her hair. Her soul is not quite equipped to mimic the finer material follicles, so she grabs at the vague shape of it instead.

"Maybe Akito was just nameless fodder to you and everyone else... But he matters to me." A light ignites. "Everyone in this whole fucking world can forget him, never know him, say he didn't matter! And that wouldn't change anything. His memory's in me and I won't let go of it as easily as everyone else."

>You think that killing this one... tiny... pathetic little nobody will satisfy you.
>It won't.
>... you know Vex. You know this started with him...
>... it has made him so big, while you're still so small, and he still picked you up and brought you along because he wanted you to be you.
>Don't let years of living for revenge take away fifty years of living.

Eiko inhales, exhales, her fists clenched tightly. "As small and petty and as much of a failure as I'm turning out to be..." She tenses as if to yell. Stops. Sighs. "I just wanted to do right by him for once. I thought it would. Taking this asshole's life won't.."

Eiko looks down, afraid to admit it out loud. Then wrings at her hands for a semblance of comfort.

"It wont fix it... Not by a long shot. But I'd sleep better at night. I know it... And I know I haven't really looked beyond it. I didn't think it would matter, but now there's this grander world out here. Right here. How am I supposed to think about that? Deal with that? Deal with the knowledge that there's something even bigger out there that's a thousand times worse? When I can't even deal with one fucking guy?"

"Am I that pathetic?"
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No. 1117244 ID: 217993
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1117244

>Dwell not upon our nature, nor the nature of your story.
>Be brave, be strong, and most importantly, get ready to get hurt or to hurt others....
>Time to question us and yourself over what you truly want and what you and others will pay for it.
>If you want an instruction manual on this madness...
>Just Ask.

"... Right." Eiko looks down at her wispy hands. "Thanks, I guess. I can feel the way that you care. Not sure if that's a good or bad thing. Beings like you have a weird way of showing it."

"What do I even ask?" Eiko seems to address herself. "How to fix everything? How to win? What answers can I even get?"

>... what we can give you is information...
>... some knowledge.
>Perspectives other than your own.
>Fully appraise yourself of the situation in a way you could not in the heat of combat.

She vaguely moves to sit upon her dimension as you convey the past half hour to her.

It's quite comical.
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No. 1117245 ID: 217993
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1117245

"..... What a mess." Eiko rubs at her temples. "That angel has to be the one Vex has some... weird relationship with. They should be fine." There's a hint of doubt to her own words.

"They'll be fine." Eiko tries to reassure herself. "What I don't get is Vi... Why do that? Just to spare Vex? She doesn't even like him that much."

Something small seems to click.

"Unless... Vi saw? Smelled? Something? In that split second, what could she have found out? That taking a grenade was better than letting it hit everyone? If Vex died, it would only be bad for me...."

Eiko pauses then covers her face with her hands, steaming. "Ourruggghghhhh..."

She seems embarrassed.

>Did you know? Your little friend Vi, is so close, and yet just as broken as you are.
>... her life is more important, isn't it?
>Will you sacrifice your revenge to save her?

Eiko turns her head, as if it would stop herself from hearing YOU. Closes her eyes.

"..... It's really come to this huh... Shit."

YOU sense her inner conflict. The most intriguing of emotions. There's nothing quite like it when it's spun just right.

"I shouldn't. My revenge-- We just... Fuck. Why is this hard?" Eiko gazes downward, "They were all supposed to be stepping stones. I just-- She had to know I was-- I shouldn't be attached. There wasn't supposed to be any real attachment."

She upends the train of thought. Crashes it down over the bridge. Then quickly covers up the scene.
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No. 1117246 ID: 217993
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1117246

"What am I supposed to do?" She finally asks.

YOUR tone flips.

>... you're in quite the pickle, but that's nothing a little DEUS EX MACHINA can't fix~
>There's a certain SPICE to all this that only YOU can add!
>Let us grant you a WISH!

Eiko looks upward skeptically.

>Focus it upon YOURSELF and we will guarantee your revenge!
>Focus it upon VI and we will guarantee her survival!
>Focus it on VEX and you shall obtain a measure of POWER! Don't you wish for the freedom to take hold of your own fate?

>CHOOSE EIKO!
>THE STRINGS OF FATE ARE AT YOUR FINGERTIPS! HAHAHAHA!

Eiko shivers. A dastardly fate is as close as it has ever been. She would be remiss to not take this offer.

"Is that all I can do? Choose one?"

>... if you want to defy fate and try for both you have my full support.
>But... remember.
>The wolf that chases three deer goes hungry.

Her expression grows troubled as she sits. Thinks.

Time remains at a honey crawl...

YOU, meanwhile, have patience. A week or two may pass here and merely cast a second upon her realm. Maybe even less.
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No. 1117248 ID: 217993
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1117248

When she stands again, Eiko is different. Her contemplation not nearing even a full half hour of YOUR time. Internally, though, there is a shift. YOU sense it. YOU have followed her story. Seen the way she has struggled against what has been written for her. When afforded the edge, she can be cunning. When given the fight, she will burst.

When given a choice, she won't settle for less.

"On my own, maybe I'd take the easy way. But it's not just me. You're here. You've been watching me. You say you'll support me, but I think you can do more than you say. You're not just some otherworldly being that says cryptic shit and whispers guidance to me."

Eiko points up at YOU, determined, defiant, "I'm not asking for the world. I know I'd be more likely to fail if I do and I'm not trying to lose... But don't you want to see me try for more than just one destiny? If I fail. If I win. You still get to watch it all."

"So if you're so big and great, can't you give me the power for that? I don't want to just save myself, or Vi, or my.. story. Why can't it be more?"

Eiko raises a hand upwards, as if to offer it. "Help me make a better story. That's my wish."


Options:
>A) Grant Wish (Grant Eiko a magical ability.)
>B) Give Knowledge (Continue this discussion...)
>C) Use Vessel (Temporarily take over Eiko's physical body.)
>D) Offer Pact (Decide a cost. Decide what will be exchanged.)
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No. 1117249 ID: d30887

D) You're a werewolf. Want to be a were-anything?
It would require more mental flexibility.
Offer up your memories of Akito.
The catch is that we'll toss them back to you - at our own whims, in any order we wish, in your happiest moments, in your darkest hours. We'll give them all back, and take them all back, and keep doing it until you fundamentally change.

* Cost: Install Memory Parasite. This parasite will not destroy your memories but will allow us to seal or forcefully recall them at will. Focus: 'Akito'.
* Power: Enhanced Shapeshifting. You can now shift into new forms, and acquire more through special events. New forms include:
** Neumono - High Endurance and Charisma, low Dexterity. Their superior neural biology allows them to survive total organ failure and even decapitations with medical assistance.
** Tozol - Above average Strength, Dexterity, and Endurance. Good health regeneration.
** Yinglet - High Dexterity, Low everything else. Not really recommended for combat, but Yinglets have proven themselves to be disturbingly resourceful...
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No. 1117251 ID: 70f58a

D
>>1117248
VERY WELL! Let's make a Pact. Whereas simply granting a Wish would give you a power... a Pact could give you more! Something of immediate benefit would be healing your wounds. You'd need that to stand a chance against him. Secondly, a power, of course. Don't you want something that would be useful for combat *and* for saving Vi? I'm thinking of something like the ability to take and give lifeforce by contact. We can't give you something too strong, so there will be limits... but it'll give you a bit of an edge against Julien. Draining just a bit of life every time you touch him. Perhaps limit it to your hands... That would help you save Vi, because you'd be able to share your now-replenished lifeforce with her. And a better story? That's the COST, my dear.

You will hear us clearly from here on. You will be compelled to obey our whims, even more so than before. And if you ever take off the ring, you will lose the power granted by us. Though, in addition, a small mercy... you will not be able to hear us if we speak something that would harm your psyche.

>>1117249
>memory recall
Can't we do that already?
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No. 1117323 ID: 73a678

>>1117248
...Knew there was a reason we liked you. Alrighty, then in honor of your boldness...we offer something INTERESTING.

We offer a PACT. We grant you the ability to make things interesting. 'Better', but for US as well as you. Continuously.
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No. 1117331 ID: 2f41db

>>1117248
A pact.
In all things there is cost and this shall be no different.
A boon bought and paid for.
The strength and breadth of this power shall be consumate to your offering.
Value measured not by others, but by you.
Render up something you treasure or hold close, and we shall respond in kind.
Offer trivialities, and be rewarded with meager effort.
Consider carefully what you truly value for that is the only measure here.

Use the plentitude of time you are given.
The multitudes offer ideas and suggestions for both power and price, but ultimately naught will happen unbidden by your own will.
The wheel of fate turns and you stand at the hub.
What you do next will shape your tale.
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No. 1117333 ID: fd169b

D)
A better story eh? Well how's this?

We'll grant you the gift of persuasion. Anything you say, that you believe to be true, others will believe too.

And the cost is your detachment. You will care what happens, not just to your friends, but enemies, passersby, everyone. You won't be able to ignore the consequences of your actions.
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No. 1117334 ID: 70f58a

>>1117333
Oh man, forcing her to have empathy is a good cost.
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No. 1117388 ID: d30887

Okay, you know what? How about I edit my proposition to this:

* Boon: You get superior shapeshifting powers, with access to three new forms (Neumono, Tozol, Yinglet), and the potential of even more
* Cost: We get to transform your sex at will. And not just "you're a dood now", because we can do so much worse.
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No. 1117389 ID: 62c8a2

D) Offer Pact. You offer your fears to turn them into constructs that fight for you. If the fight is going in your way, you will have fewer fears of paying for creating your minions, but if you are losing, there is more fear to give and turn you reckless in return. It is a push and pull power to us.
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No. 1117495 ID: 6e7687

Oh we're offering pacts now are we?
Than here's one:
The Fool's Gambit
At any time, you may make to us and the world a Boast! Define yourself a goal and challenge and we'll give you the temporary power to help you do it!
Three more that's on the line- the more people who know of it, the more reckless and insane it is- the more power you'll get! Remember, we feed off of drama and emotion- basically, the more entertaining your boast would be too an onlooker, the more power you'll gain! Not that you should expect anything here to be easy, hehe.
As a little bonus, but also part of the price, after every boast, a tiny fraction of the granted power will become permanently yours! If you succeeded, it will become a small boon- if you fail, a small curse!
As for the true price, we will occasionally issue you challenges or dares. Succeeding in one will allow you to reverse the fate of any of your current curses or boons! Attempting and failing one will turn a boon into a curse. Rejecting it outright will leave things to chance! Hahaha!

You're life will become much more complicated, but oh so much more interesting!
Won't you let is in?
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No. 1117693 ID: 217993
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1117693

How creative! How juicy! There are many ways this could go... In fact too many ways!

A popular consensus must be made to offer a pact. Two pacts will be offered to Eiko. For the two pacts, the majority picks of boons and costs will be presented.

Boons and costs may be chosen individually or in combination:

Example: A1) B1) & A2) C2)
Example: A1) C1)
Example: A1) w/ C2) & B1) w/ B2)


BOONS:
>A1) Enhanced Shapeshifting - 3 new forms unlocked! (Neumono, Tozol, Yinglet). Stats may vary.
>B1) Life Transfer - STAMINA can be transferred to anyone being touched w/ your hands. Gradually drains or heals the target through prolonged contact.
>C1) Shared Interest - Narratively, something of interest will occur. A random encounter, an item, a change in fortune, or any other mild bend of written reality can happen when called for.
>D1) Silver Tongue - Anything said in truth will be believed. The strength of conviction translates to the strength of persuasion. May have minor mind control effects.
>F1) Fear Manifest - Each separate fear may manifest into a construct of sorts. Each construct will be as strong as the fear felt w/ mild autonomy. Each construct will understand wordless instruction but will not act without them. Current Limit: 2.
>G1) Fool's Gambit - Through boasting, define a goal, the challenge, and be granted a temporary aid decided by FATE. With each Boast, FATE may be made manifest, and will grow stronger with each witness of your wicked will. Succeed and grow strong. Fail and grow weak.


COSTS:
>A2) FATE Speaks - The voice of FATE will not go unheard. Nor without compulsion to obey. Though the psyche will not be as fragile, the ring unworn is a boon unmade.
>B2) Active Empathy - You will care for each individual within your path. The consequences of your actions cannot be ignored. They will be felt every step of the way.
>C2) RANMA 1/2 - Your sex or form will change depending on FATE's whims. (Not due to water exposure).
>D2) Fateful Encounter - Challenges may be called upon to enhance a scene, push your character, or up the danger. Challenges failed may have... unintended effects for your boon.
>F2) Open Confession - For an indeterminate amount of time after a boon has been used, you will feel compelled to tell the truth, no matter how odd, painful, or damaging. What is believed to be the truth, anyway.

[Voting will close after Sat, 11/29]
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No. 1117697 ID: 6e7687

C1) /w G1) & D2) /w C2) + At will Enhance Knockers.

I'm not sure if this sort of vote was intentional or if I'm causing a headache, but I'm voting to combine two pacts into one.

When I suggested the original G1 D2 pact, it was designed to be a trap of sorts. Powerful, potentially extremely favorable towards Eiko at first, but the more she used the power the more power we'd have over her.

With the potential to combine Ranma and Shared interest with it though I think we have a ton of potential to just screw with her. Heck we could throw in A1)+A2) in there too and she'd basically be ready for her own quest, lol.
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No. 1117699 ID: 94d85e

G1 & C2
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No. 1117701 ID: 70f58a

>>1117693
B1 or C1(not gonna be be able to help Vi without those), B2 or F2.
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No. 1117703 ID: f9c4b2

To better clarify, (1) Pact = (1) Boon + (1) Cost.

>>1117697
Not intentional, but I'm not against combining the options. Their effects will just be more subdued vs if it stood alone.
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No. 1117704 ID: d30887

A1+C2
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No. 1117710 ID: 2f41db

B1. Heal and harm. Sink in tooth and claw to drain, give of self to heal. Weaving the flesh of others, not just uour own.

A2. Our boon brings with it scrutiny and guidance. In some circumstances, compulsion. Remove the ring and lose both. Wear it and all returns. The ring shall be a link in a chain you choose to be bound by.

If allowed to hybridise costs... i would offer A2 F2, truth to be compelled for a time equal to powers used. While it persists the choice to speak remains hers, but if chosen truth must be spoken.
Of course, insistant watchers could push her to speak with the power to compel from the A2 component (but it wouldnt be a constant "liarliar" movie sketch.)
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No. 1118027 ID: fd169b

B1+B2 with D1+A2
Become our apostle. Go forth and heal the people. And the universe too, while you're at it.
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No. 1118048 ID: 62c8a2

>>1118027

This
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No. 1118089 ID: 28931d

C1 and G1 go very well together, smart choice. I suggest keeping these as a package.

A2 complements C1, and D2 likewise complements G1. These just jive.


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