>>26629257
>[X] Other.
What's her name? Then
>[ ] She's the only thing breaking up the boredom here these days. Might as well see what zaniness she's come up with this time.

>Captcha: the reakday

>>26629257
Sick quest... well at least it isn't banana quest!
>[ ] Throw book at the crazy girl. You've had enough interruptions.

>>26629257
>>[ ] She's the only thing breaking up the boredom here these days. Might as well see what zaniness she's come up with this time.
fuck it.

>>26629257
Have a brief but violent coughing fit.

>>26629257
>other
Ask who she is and why she's here

>>26629347
>>26629299
"What's your name today?" You ask, lowering your book. This sanatorium has remarkably poor security, on reflection.

"Ha! Oh prince, you so soon forget me?" She smiles, marching forward, clasping both hands to her breast in sorrow, "These demons that plague have you advanced in their villainy- we must go perform the great white magic of Dante immediately!"
"Still haven't told me your name."

She sighs, rolling her eyes with great drama, then stands up straight, and curtsies low, "Crown Princess Rosabella Giovanna Teresa Battista Amelia Gaetana Maria, seigneur, and we must be off!"

"The doctors tell me to stay in my room," You remind her, lifting a book back up to read. She snatches it and pulls it down, leaning in manic.
"These 'doctors' are unwitting pawns of the fell creature that inflicts these trials on you, oh Habsburg scion!"
"Not a Habsburg," You remind her, yanking the book back from her hands, before falling in to a coughing fit. The Decameron was hard enough to read with its stilted language without this crazed Sicilian bothering you.
"Not that you know of!" The girl leans back, and places a hand to her breast in pride, "I, Rosabella Teresa Amelia Giovanna Battista Francesca Gaetana Maria Anna Lucia, know the secrets of gypsy blood magic!" That's not the same name as last time. She reveals with a flourish a blood spattered sheet of yours, "See?" She waves at the pattern, "Clearly the pattern of a Habsburg- though you might not know of your prestigious blood, the rakshaha knows!"
"I thought you said this was a demon?"
"A rakshasha," She waves a finger reprovingly, "Is a KIND of demon, young Habsburg. Honestly, when you get your crown, you should hire me as an adviser in the occult."
"I don't get a crown, I'm not a prince, and the second son besides."
"Tch! That's fine, you can claim a crown somewhere else. That's what you Habsburgs do!"
"I'm not a Habsburg!"

> Coughing fit.
> "How does your sorcery work?"
> "Not going."
> Other

>>26629463
> Coughing fit.
> "Not going."

>>26629463
>how does your sorcery work

>>26629463
> Coughing fit.
"Well, witch, if you think you can cure me far be it for me to cure you of your delusion. I await your magic."

>>26629463
So, RGTBAGM? Why not Ragetbagem?
>Coughing fit.
Then
>"How does your sorcery work?"

>>26629530
Ragetbagem gets my vote

>>26629463
>Coughing fit
>"If you're so great at exorcising demons, prove it."

>>26629463
>Other
>Die

>>26629522
>>26629524
>>26629530
Okay, that last shout took a lot of you. You bend over, hacking, putting a sheet up to your mouth, but still some bloody phlegm spatters the book. You look down. Damn it, that's no good. You glance up at the woman with far too many names, coughing out the last. She's wringing her hands in her dress- looking either concerned, or excited. You can't tell.

"Very well," you cough, waving a sticky hand, "Ah, your name is too long- r, g, t, b, a, g, m-"
"Come now, come now," She looks very proper, nose in the air, eyes shut, ignoring the blood you've spattered over yourself, "We are both nobility, and have grown to be fast friends- call me Rosabella!"
"Why not Ragetbagem?"
She frowns, looking down on you, "That, that hardly seems like a very regal name."
"Rosabella isn't either-" You wave your hand feeling side tracked, and push your back to the window sill, "But whatever. Okay, oh witch princess, I shall play along for now," You look up at her, "How does your sorcery work? Can you prove it?"

"Well, oh Habsburg," She starts off, raising a finger first, "First, do not call us a witch. We practice white magic-"
"Witches can do that too-"
"AND PREFER," She points at you, "The term sorceresses. Secondly- I would love to demonstrate my power, oh grand scion of Austria, but the terrible rakshasha's claws are so deep within you- we can not just do it simply right now. We'll need a grand rite, preparing an arch ritual, that will need us to travel across the holy sites of Milan, to both God and the lesser angels!"

She points out the window, to wear the rain continues to spatter, pretty hard. You look out. Very wet, very cold.

"What, in the rain?"
"Yes!"
"Well," You cough a bit, "I AM sick, and, also, please stop calling me a Habsburg."

>Prove you're magic first.
>This is silly. No.
>Do you have some kind of cloak?
>Other.

>>26629710
>>Prove you're magic first.

>>26629710
>Prove your magic first

>>26629710
>"Why not Ragetbagem?"
I love you.

Well, there's a real possibility that she's a patient just like us who has completely lost her marbles, but we might as well play along a little.
>"Prove you're magic first."

>Trusting entesrt
Not today, Captcha.

>>26629784
She could also just be a pleasant girl with a colorful imagination.

>>26629710
"You're cute but this is getting annoying. I'd like to see the actual land of italy from someplace besides a sanitarium window, but I can't. Firstly, it's raining and I have no coat. Secondly, I'm in no shape to do a walking tour of the city. Thirdly, even if I was, il dottore would prohibit it, and we can't leave without their permission. If you're so magic, magic me up a coat and a permission slip."

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>>26629751
>>26629765
>>26629784
Magic proving. Writing.

>>26629815
I'm borrowing some of this as well, if that's alright.

>>26629710
>"Well my dear Ragetbagem, if I go out in the rain in my condition I will most assuredly perish. So do it indoors, or let me get back to choking on my own *Coughing fit*"

>>26629842
Yes of course. That's the reason why I submitted full text instead of just DO [X]

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>>26629838
What's the worst that could happen? I mean, we are already horribly dying from tuberculosis.

>>26629911
Wasting hopes is more painful than wasting diseases.

>>26629911
We could die of AIDs in the ass. With cancer in our brain and Satan's penis down our throat

>>26630018
Satan's Penis is not a disease.

>>26630010
Actually I retract my statement in favour of >>26630018
It's just better.

>>26630033
true, it's more of a physical impairment

She opens her mouth again, but you raise a bloody hand, and by some miracle, she actually waits for you to finish clearing your throat.

"Ragetbagem-"
"Rosabella!"
"This is all very precious, but infeasible. I would love nothing more than to walk free of these walls, and see the splendor of Milan, but I can not. First," You rap the window gently with your knuckle, "The rain will only aggravate my condition, especially as I do not have a coat. Second, even if I were to have a coat, my condition curbs any efforts of mine to travel. Third, even if somehow you were to magic up a coat, and some manner of tincture to revive me, Il Dottore would never allow it," You lay back in the bed, resting your head on your yellowed pillow, and stare up the vaulted ceiling, painted with disconcerting cherubs, "Now that, that would be a feat of magic."

"Well," There's a noise like a sheet being snapped out to dry, "How's this for a start."

You look over at her, and sure enough, she's holding out a fine, thick cloak that you'd never seen before in the room- nor had you seen on her person. She smiles, proudly, tosses it to you where it lands on your knees. You look at it, then look back up at her.

"It's a start, oh Habsburg. Believe me now?"
"I wasn't looking, you, you could have gotten that anywhere-" You feel the cloak. Fine, heavy cloak. Well made, and warm even. You look up, as she holds a hand aloft to you, back facing you.
"And you spoke of needing Il Dottore's permission?"

She waves a hand behind the other, flashing about with vigor, and mumbling something under her breath- then, a noise of crinkling paper, and she snaps the back facing hand forward, and you have a form in a language you don't recognize with Il Dottore's signature at the bottom. You glance up. She has a very wide smile.

>Bullshit. Do it again.
>Well, I'm convinced, Ragetbagem. Let's see where this leads.
>Alright, Rosabella. I'm sorry for doubting you.
>Call for Il Dottore!
>Other.

>>26630033
It wasn't supposed to be a disease we are fucking with magic right now

>>26630053
>>Bullshit. Do it again.
more specifically, call the doctor and see if he's actually authorized this.

>>26630053
>alright Rosabella I'm sorry for doubting you

>>26630053
"Gypsy tricks! It's all stercus, but I have to admit it's a very entertaining and well polished form... ah, if I will die because of being wet, I would die from taking a bath sooner or later. Let's have an adventure."

>>26630053
>"Well, that's impressive. Do a dove next!"

>>26630053
>Alright, Rosabella. I'm sorry for doubting you.

"You know what, I'm probably going to die anyways. I've made my peace, I haven't really had a choice. So I may as well die on an adventure. Lead on Rosabella, lead on to glory or death."

>>26630053
Bull! Shit!

>>26630053
She's a witch! All this surprise will only make our condition worse!
Oh, and you could be hallucinating, fever dreams and all.
>Call for Il Dottore!
On one hand, the Dottore can sort things out, on the other, she might stop us and force our next move. Win win, right?

Also, if she calls us Habsburg, we get to call her Ragetbagem, deal?

>>26630053
>Well, I'm convinced, Ragetbagem. Let's see where this leads.

This is not Read the Decameron While we Die Quest.

>>26630053
>>Alright, Rosabella. I'm sorry for doubting you.

Also, OP, I am absolutely charmed by your writing. Keep up the good work.

agh. Too many votes.

Seems that people are going to be following Rosabella. Writing.

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You resemble a fish for a moment, possibly, you reflect, staring down at the note mouth agape. You glance up, and Rosabella still has her wide smile, and cocks her head. Pretty good.

You're not sure if she's a sorceress, but, that does look like Il Dottore's signature. You glance back at the window. Shame about the rain, but the cloak will do well.

"Alright, Ra-" You glance at her face, as her smile shrivels. Well, you can give it to her this once. You take the form from her fingers, and she stands up straight, fists on her hips, "Rosabella. I suppose it's better than reading the Decameron."

You swing poorly tested legs out of your bed, and stand on the floor. You've always been sure to walk around the sanatorium, so you're not a total invalid, but still, your body protests. It's too late at night. It's too cold. You feel too poorly. You glance at Rosabella, who smiles.

"Well?" You ask.
"Well what?" Rosabella asks, confused.
"Are, are you going to be hanging about in my room while I change, or...?"

She flushes immediately, and then with a murmured apology, hikes up her skirt and walks as fast as possible out of the room. You shake your head, shiver, as you change out of blood and mucus stained night clothes, and after splashing yourself with some water, go get changed in to proper, clean clothes. You don your coat last, and stride out in to the hall, where Rosabella is sitting against the far wall, knees drawn up, wearing a wet coat of her own. She glances up at the sight of you, and smiles, standing up. An endless fountain of energy, this one.

"This won't be too long of a walk, will it?" You ask, coughing in to your arm, "I am a bit under the weather, as it were."
"Please, don't worry about it, oh scion! Your noble lineage shall grant you strength, I am sure of it!"

"Not really noble," You murmur, glancing left and right. It's still day time, though the rain concealed it, couldn't be that far past noon. Il Dottore would be out to lunch, probably. A shame. Still, there were offices, if you wanted to be sure of Rosabella's form.

"What are you looking about for?" The Sicilian looks up at you with her big brown eyes, "Come! We must away, now!"
"I was just thinking that I might want to get this form checked," You wave up folded paper, "Make sure there will be no trouble."
"Trouble? No trouble at all. Our mission is moral and righteous!"
"Right," You make to walk towards the offices, when you feel a tug on your sleeve. Rosabella is pointing the opposite way, to the back, and the servant's quarters.
"Hah, no, no, please don't worry so much about it, oh my liege," She smiles nervously, "Let's just go out the back way, hm? No need to concern the doctors, who," She leans in conspiratorially, holds a hand up to the side of her mouth like a stage drama, "I am to understand actually have been infiltrated, by an imp!"
"An imp."
"Just so!"
"I thought that I was being cursed by a rakshasha?"
"Imps and rakshashas can work together!" She puffs up, offended at you doubting her occult credentials, "Especially for a Habsburg with such a valuable destiny like yourself!"

Right.

>[ ] "Let me make sure," Make for the offices.
>[ ] "Fine. But I'm leaving by the front entrance, I'm not a thief in the night," Go out the front door.
>[ ] "Servant's exit? Well. First time for anything I guess," Follow Rosabella's madness.
>[ ] Other.

>>26630709
>>[ ] "Fine. But I'm leaving by the front entrance, I'm not a thief in the night," Go out the front door.
Just because walking around in staff areas is worse than leaving the building with confidence. Make it look like you are supposed to be there, and in their eyes you are.

>>26630709
>>[ ] "Let me make sure," Make for the offices.

>>26630709
>[X] "Servant's exit? Well. First time for anything I guess," Follow Rosabella's madness.

We've gone this far, we actually got out of bed, let's follow this crazy train wherever it goes.

>>26630759
Second

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>>26630701
Ask what a noble lineage is worth compared to a set of functional lungs.

>>26630773
>>26630759
Straightforward I guess. Again, sorry about the delay folks, I'll try to pick up speed in choice waiting to compensate.

>>26630757
Seconded

>>26630709
>[x] "Fine. But I'm leaving by the front entrance, I'm not a thief in the night," Go out the front door.

>>26630709
>[ ] "Let me make sure," Make for the offices.

"The servant's exit?"
Rosabella nods.
"Well. First time for anything I guess," Really, your life had not been very adventurous. Schooling, learning, reading, and then this disease, and a series of doctors.

"Oh do believe me, as a crown princess it injures me too," She says, tugging you along by your arm aiming for the back, where servants raised their eyebrows, "However, in matters of such sorcerous doings, even the highest must compromise to survive."
"Right," You cough, as you're led in to a kitchen, and a cook in shock shouts something in rapid fire Lombard, to which your guide replies in the same dialect- you can't really get the whole of it, but you get the sense that there was some aggression, "And this is supposed to cure me?" You have to pick up speed and dance about busy and angry people, cooking all manner of food and swearing up and down all the while.

"The rite shall cure you, oh prince!" Rosabella shouts over her shoulder to you, as you're dragged around a man with a plate heaped with glasses of champagne. A minor miracle nothing broke, with the speed that Rosabella pulls you through the kitchen, but soon you're out the entrance, and in to the rain. With a noise of irritation, you pull up your hood- and then stop, as the rain starts to drizzle away. You glance up to the clouds. Fading away, letting the sun shine through.

Rosabella smiles, as she tugs you out of the path of a porter carrying a box full of vegetables in to the kitchen, "See?"
"Right. You used magic to make the rain stop, or," You lower your hood, putting out a hand- almost nothing now, soon to die out, "The rain stopped, as has been known to happen."
"Just trust me, hm?" Rosabella looks around the walled garden, "This was where we first met, you and I."
"Pardon?"
"Here!" She shouts suddenly, pointing at a fountain at the back, "Here is where we shall have the first step of the rite. Come on," She bustles to the fountain's edge, uncaring of the wet and dirt picking up at the hem of her skirt, "This is where we need to have our start!"

You walk after her, curled in somewhat. It's not as cold as you expected- or the cloak is doing its job. Still, the faint breezes that come through cause you to shiver, "What, in the fountain?" You glance back at the kitchen, see curious faces in the window, "In front of everyone?"
"Yes!" Rosabella claps her hands together, and looks at you with fervor, "In order to resurrect you, we must follow in the footsteps of Jesus! And for that, we must baptize you! That was the first step of his," She smiles, then looks off to the side, looking very uncertain suddenly, and mumbles under her breath, before nodding with greater purpose, "Yep, yep, that's what we gotta do."

You look at the fountain. Very still, this fountain. Lily pads float on it.

"The rain stopped, and you want to pour water on me now?"
"Not very much."
"Doesn't look very hygienic."
"Look, I'll clean you up immediately," She dips her hand in the water, and produces some of the faintly green stuff in the palm of her hand, and pours it over her black curled hair, where it drips off at the ends, "Perfectly safe."
"Perfectly safe," You echo, looking at the water. A frog looks back, "You know, I remember Jesus starting off with being 'the son of God' and all."
"So, some say," Rosabella says with great gravitas."

>>26630709
>>[x] "Fine. But I'm leaving by the front entrance, I'm not a thief in the night," Go out the front door.

You look at Rosabella, dripping with fountain water, beaming proudly at you. Not really an answer, that.

>[ ] How about no.
>[ ] Why don't I get baptized with some nice water from inside?
>[ ] You're crazy. I'm going to find Il Dottore.
>[ ] ...Only a bit. And you better have a clean handkerchief somewhere.
>[ ] Other.

>>26631240
>>[ ] How about no.

>>26631240
[X] ...Only a bit. And you better have a clean handkerchief somewhere.

There are no brakes. We've gone this far, we've gone outside, we've followed this crazy girl and stuff seems to work out around her, there's a method to her madness. Roll with it.

>>26631240
>>[X ] ...Only a bit. And you better have a clean handkerchief somewhere.

>>26631240
>>[ ] You're crazy. I'm going to find Il Dottore.

>>26631307
>>26631305
Okay. Writing.

Man, if this bitch doesn't stop calling us a Habsburg we'll have to call her as mad as Murat.
Given that we've got the Two Sicilies and Milan still seems to be part of Austria it's between the 1820s and 1860s.

>>26631240
>[X] Why don't I get baptized with some nice water from inside?
I don't see why we have to put up with algae, especially if we're Jesus 2: Milanese Boogaloo.

And if she keeps calling us Habsburg, we keep calling her Ragetbagem. It's only fair.

You look around. A few people look from the kitchens curious. This is going to be embarassing. You're just glad nobody of importance is here to see this. You realize you're breathing heavy from having to dash through the kitchens. You hate that. Phlegm builds up in the back of your throat if you so much have to climb down stairs.

"Only a bit," You look up at Rosabella as she smiles with glee, "And you better have a clean handkerchief somewhere."
"Fret not, Austrian abroad," She says with a smile, "We are eminently prepared for such matters. Our dignity is our greatest concern," She pulls a bright red kerchief from her sleeve, and first pats down her head, wiping away the fountain water with uncharacteristic delicacy.
"I don't think you can do that royal we stuff as a princess," Rosabella stiffens, and scowls at that.
"I think we know what we're doing, sir, now," She resumes her benign expression, and raises a hand with slow elegance, "Kneel, oh cursed prince."
"Why do I have to kneel?"
"You have to display humbleness," Rosabella's hand flaps in something less than elegance, "You're getting baptized, you can't just be standing there."
"You didn't have to kneel."
"I don't have the curse!"
"Right," You cough, "Thank you for reminding me that in my weakened state, you'll have me kneel and stand up from the dirty ground while you're pouring green slime on me."
"Oh for the love of-" Rosabella rolls her eyes, dips her hand in the pond and marches up to you, placing the soggy hand on your head before you have a chance to step out of her range, "Happy?"

You glance up, as you feel rivulets of water running off of your head.

"Somehow, I do not find myself elated," You shut your eye as a droplet runs down to your brow, "Kerchief, please?"
She still has her hand on your head. After a few moments, she removes it with a sigh, and you feel the cloth rubbing on your head, "I'm just trying to help," Rosabella murmurs. Strange she dropped the royal we there.
"And I accepted it," You cough, and shiver a bit from the chill of the cold rain water. She's totally mussing your hair up, you're going to look ridiculous, "Rather graciously, if I might add."
"Right," Rosabella murmurs. You open your eyes, and she seems rather down, before her expression bounces back to her usual, giddy mania, "Now! Oh Habsburg-"
"Stop calling me that, I think it might be a crime."
"-We continue. On to the holy tree!"
"Holy tree?"
"Yes! You must journey to an old tree, a tree that he been here since Caesar's rule!"
"I thought we were making me a Jesus like?"
"Hah," Rosabella pats you on the shoulder, shaking her head, "How ignorant! Fret not, oh liege, you must understand that all faiths are as one. Now," She looks expectantly at you, "You go run down a coach, we need to go back and, and, and get ritualistic materials," She waves her fingers in the air, "Occult sundries. You know how it is."
"Of course- you want me to just go hire a coach?"
"Well, yes," Rosabella looks concerned, "We mean, we wouldn't want you walking."
"Why don't you hire a coach?"
"Ah," Rosabella looks stricken for a moment, before she looks down, "I, well, that is to say, we, we are currently suffering from a material shortage. Owing to the purchase of occult sundries."

She's broke. Great.

>[ ] No, I'll not be scammed. We're stopping here, unless you can get some money together.
>[ ] No. We're stopping. I'm going to Il Dottore, and pressing charges.
>[ ] Fine. Go hire a coach.
>[ ] How about we go get your occult sundries together then?
>[ ] Other.

>>26631751
>"Not really. I don't feel any less dying."

>>26631240
>[ ] You're crazy. I'm going to find Il Dottore.

We've indulged her way too fucking much.

>>26631778
[X] How about we go get your occult sundries together then?

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>>26631778
>>[ ] No, I'll not be scammed. We're stopping here, unless you can get some money together.

>>26631778
>>[ ] How about we go get your occult sundries together then?

>>26631778
>>[ ] No, I'll not be scammed. We're stopping here, unless you can get some money together.

I just got here and I'm just facepalming at how much we've indulged in this loony girl.

At least we could've called El Dottore to confirm the signature.

>>26631778
>[ ] No. We're stopping. I'm going to Il Dottore, and pressing charges.

>>26631778
>[ ] No. We're stopping. I'm going to Il Dottore, and pressing charges.

This shit stops here.

>>26631778

>[ ] How about we go get your occult sundries together then?

>>26631778
>[ ] No. We're stopping. I'm going to Il Dottore, and pressing charges.

>>26631778
>[ ] No, I'll not be scammed. We're stopping here, unless you can get some money together.

>>26631778
>[ ] No. We're stopping. I'm going to Il Dottore, and pressing charges.

Fuck this shit.

>>26631778
>[ ] No, I'll not be scammed. We're stopping here, unless you can get some money together.

GUYS; WHY ARE WE STOPPING ADVENTURE.

Always pick the option that leads to more ADVENTURE.

I mean fuck, we are dying anyways.

>[X ] How about we go get your occult sundries together then?

>>26631778
>[ ] No. We're stopping. I'm going to Il Dottore, and pressing charges.

Oh God why did we follow this loon so far in the first place?

>>26631778
>[X] No, I'll not be scammed. We're stopping here, unless you can get some money together.
Who does she think she's talking to?
We're Caesarjesus, damn it, we don't have to put up with this shit.
>>26631924
We'll adventure into death.
She's proven magic exists, but she's also a loony, so maybe we'll run into a more sane magician in life or an angel in death.

>>26631778
>[ ] No. We're stopping. I'm going to Il Dottore, and pressing charges.

>>26631924
Because this is an obviously insane girl who has probably shortened our already short lifespan?

I'm not impressed, not impressed at all.

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>>26631778
>>[X] How about we go get your occult sundries together then?
Come on, adventure awaits!

>>26631956
>She's proven magic exists

Not convinced, I've seen some really slick magic tricks that involved no magic whatsoever.

>"Sod this, I'm going back to the Sanitarium. If I'm not getting any better, at least I can bleed out in relative comfort indoors."

>>26631778
>>[ ] No. We're stopping. I'm going to Il Dottore, and pressing charges.

Nuts to adventure, we're going to press charges on this loon for endangering our lives unnecessarily.

>>26631778
>>[ ] No. We're stopping. I'm going to Il Dottore, and pressing charges.

>>26631778
>[ ] No. We're stopping. I'm going to Il Dottore, and pressing charges.

Please don't tell me the morons from Ghost Quest immigrated here.

>>26632006
I suppose, could be fever hallucinations.

Judging by the dynamic we're being set up for, it seems adventure will be inevitable. Dottore is likely an imprakshasha by now anyway.

Oh dear. Another flashpoint.

Time to start counting.

>I AIN'T NO BANK
111111
>Reported, occult hidden, called Il Dottore.
111111
>Adventure!
11111
>Actually paying for a coach
>ISHYGDDT.jpg

I'll give it another two minutes.

>>26631778
[X] How about we go get your occult sundries together then?

Adventure calls!

>>26632070
>Please don't tell me the morons from Ghost Quest immigrated here.
If they did, then they're the ones saying to press charges.
>>26632087
My vote goes to
>[X] No, I'll not be scammed. We're stopping here, unless you can get some money together.

>>26631778
>[X] No. We're stopping. I'm going to Il Dottore, and pressing charges.

...Holy crap, actually, looks like quite a resurgence on the Il Dottore front.

Okay, so, writing that. Sorry, should have updated before posting.

>>26631778
>[ ] No. We're stopping. I'm going to Il Dottore, and pressing charges.

NOPE.

We should have totally hired the coach but demanded she give us a handy during the ride. Duh.

>>26632293
We're a gentlemen, we wouldn't do that to a poor crazy lady.

>>26632306
We wouldn't request a handjob from a poor crazy lady, but we WOULD report her to the police and get her arrested.

How noble, /tg/. How very noble.

Even the /b/tards would at least get her to give them a blowjob before sending her to prison. Jeez.

>>26632481
I'm not voting to get her arrested, that's just retarded, if we followed her along this far the best option would just be to say we're done playing and head back.

"No," You cough for a moment, and rub your head. Still damp. What a pain.
"Look, we are sorry, but, for the materials of this rite-"
"Be silent," You cough again, your earlier exertions catching up with you. You spit on the ground, "You promised me magic."
"And, and we will deliver!" She leans in, hands clasped together, "Surely you must feel invigorated by the baptism? It's but the first step!"
"I feel damp and cold, damn it, and nothing else!" You hack again, nearly bent over, hand over your mouth. Temper temper. Let that get away with you, and you might not be able to talk again. Rosabella approaches, but you wave her off, "Get away from me! Asking me to pay a coach," You cough, "That's but the first step for you, isn't it?"

She stares at you, her constant smile gone now, "What do you mean?"

"You know," You stand up straight, turn for the wall, to walk inside of the sanatorium through the front door like a decent person, "Gypsy blood, hm? 'Pay a coach for us,' becomes 'buy this loaf of bread,' becomes 'loan us a few scudo, we'll double the money!' I'm not an idiot!" You scream that one, turning around, and then double over coughing. Rosabella stands apart from you, frozen to the ground, big brown eyes wide, "You think, you think," You cough, trying your best to stand up straight, to speak directly to her, but end up shouting to the ground, "You think I'm an easy mark! Because I'm dying! Dying and desperate!"
"I, I never thought-"
"Shut up!" You gag, wheeze, gasp for air to keep shouting. Temper. Temper. You wish you hadn't started it. It would have been better to walk away with dignity. You curse yourself. You just, just couldn't help it. The frustration of laying on a bed, and dying alone. And she took advantage of that, "I'm going to Il Dottore."

>>26632506
See >>26632121
You might not have voted for it, and neither did I, but a shit-ton of other people did.

>>26632530
True enough, I guess we're a jerk who's very afraid of death now.

"No!" That causes her to speak. Her pupils collapsing, "Please, please don't do that! You, you liked my singing-"
"I'm going to go to him," You stand up straight, marshaling your fury, wiping your mouth clean with the back of your sleeve, "I'm going to go to him, and tell him what happened. You live here, don't you?" You wave at the sanatorium, "Or maybe you work here. You had to have been here long, to keep pestering me like this. Well, it's over now," You give a last cough, "Either you'll be out of a job, or you'll be confined to your room. Either way, you'll be out of my life."

Rosabella's face is screwed up, as she follows you, begging you, but you don't listen. You're dying. All you are now is an easy mark. You walk out of the garden, and she stops at the wall, unwilling to scream to beg, but giving pleading whispers as you walk around to the front, leaving the servant's realm behind.

You almost wish you had a cane, bent to the side as you were. You feel a stitch in your side, and phlegm pooling in the back of your throat. You spit it on the ground- just yellow, for the first time in a long time, you note. The front of the sanatorium is thankfully more civilized. No dirt. No madwomen. The double doors open as you approach them, and you see a pair of women chattering as they walk out, and give you a wide berth as you approach. There is a long desk in the front, where a man is reading a newspaper. He glances up, around his spectacles at you and frowns.

"You are...?" He starts in Lombard- you know enough Venetian to guess at his confusion.
"Patient," You wheeze, and place the form down on his desk, "Looking for Il Dottore Prina."
The man looks down his nose at the form, frowns, "Everything looks right here, friend, you had permission for a walk?"
"I wish to see him," You repeat. The man behind the table shrugs, rights his paper, waves to a bench, "Dottore Prina is out at the moment. Wait here, he shall return."

>What shall you say to Il Dottore?

>>26632556

Well, time to ask what we should've bloody asked from the beginning.

"Did you give your signature to a young gypsy woman earlier?"

>>26632556
Did you give some crazy girl permission to take me out of the sanitorium?

>>26632556
Show him the paper and ask what it says.

>>26632556
Don't, if the girl is useless then surely this man who is absent from our care is useless too.
Wander the city we have been deprived from, I wish to see what I have missed.

>>26632634
I like this.

>>26632634

lolwut, talk about out of the fucking blue.

I'd like to not die you know?

>>26632634
Wait, we got rid of her because we think she's trying to Gyp us because we're dying.
So your answer is to go straight back out and inflict more damage to ourselves?

Aw man, fuck you trolls.

We were going to go on magical adventures with a manic pixie girl.

>>26632607
>>26632620

Either of these.

>>26632684

Welcome back to our sad, sorry, and incredibly short life.

Enjoy your stay.

>>26632607
Might as well go with this one then, it fits best.

>>26632556

Ask him if he gave permission for a loony gypsy girl to take us out.

>>26632719
>>26632710
>>26632620
>>26632607
Seems to be the consensus. Writing.

Fuck, as soon as I return to this my cat starts dying on me.
>>26632556
One of
>"Did you give your signature to a young gypsy woman earlier?"
>"Did you give some crazy girl permission to take me out of the sanitorium?"
>Ask him if he gave permission for a loony gypsy girl to take us out.
We can't wait for Prina to return, we're a ticking dead person.
So far, Rosa's either a crazy person, a gypsy or the reincarnation of our lover from Jesus times.
We must plan this out accordingly and THEN die.

>>26632680
>>26632675
And yet if you noticed our health has not gained any vitality in the last YEARS of our life, even these guards do not fear our death.
So why should we wait for a man such as him to arrive for us?

>>26632748
Because we came here to report her, if we didn't come here to report her we would have gone with a different option earlier.

>>26632799
It's obvious the old bastard doesn't give a shit about our health, we should leave both of them and travel our own way.

>>26632827
We're not gonna get far on our own, the way we are.
We'd probably have to return the coat she gave us, too, making things more difficult.

>>26632827

And then die quickly like a bitch.

Brilliant plan, I'd at least like to see our family before we die.

>>26632850
Well then, lets go and return the coat then.
>>26632867
You're saying that as if we wouldn't die like a bitch anyway.

>>26632903

At least we live longer and possibly see our family before dying like a bitch.

You wait, form in hand. Waiting for Dottore Prina. The man at the front desk is no help- he says it looks accurate, and really, he can not help out with any other questions we might have, and please stop bothering him.

So, you go to your bench, and sit.

It's a half an hour later, giving you a moment to glance at the time, 1:44PM, when Il Dottore comes through the door, laughing, a lady on each arm. He leans in to one on the left, and mumbles something in his language in to her ear, soliciting gales of laughter from her. With a few quick pecks on the cheek for both, and a last, lingering touch, the two ladies are dismissed to go back out in to the streets, and the Dottore smiling comes walking further in to the sanatorium. A young man. Thirty, maybe. Has a dazzling smile.

His smile withers at the sight of you.

"Herr Waldheim? What are you doing out?" He speaks German well. Accent isn't too thick. Probably went to a German school.
You stand, proferring the form to him, "Did you sign a permission for a woman to take me out?"
Dottore Prina looks confused, "Permission? I've signed no such permission," He takes the form from your fingers, looks at it, "Hm! A fair forgery!" He looks up with an eyebrow raised, "So, is this your doing?"
"No," You're disappointed. If only she had been telling the truth, "It," You cough a moment, shaking your head, "It had been given to me by a woman."
"A woman, hmm?" Dottore Prina smiles at that, "Shouldn't you know better than to think with your dick?"
"I, well, it looked genuine."
"Of course, of course, but!" Prina raises a finger, "This is Milan, far different from Austria. You should know better, you are not that young! Oh well," He waves a hand, "I can forgive it. Nice coat, where did you get it from?" He grabs at a corner of it with out your permission, "Looks new even."

>The woman, Rosa, made it appear like magic.
>The woman gave it to me.
>It was a gift to me.
>Never you mind, what are you going to do about this woman?
>Other.

>>26632921
How so?
Does the doctor have magical powers to make us not ill?
If so, why haven't we be cured yet?
Face it, this fucker won't help, gypsie won't help, no one but us can help us.

Rolled 20

>>26632948
>>Never you mind, what are you going to do about this woman?

>>26632948
>Never you mind, what are you going to do about this woman?
Fucker needs to back off the coat.

>>26632921
Man the family rarely visits. They don't give a shit

>>26632971
Well, can't argue with a crit, I'll side with this one then.

>>26632948
Don't touch me or my belongings doctor, you've made me wait long enough out here as it is, you should be glad you're still employed at all.

Omg, the gypsy girl stole the doctor's coat!

So, why did we abandon the only person who vaguely seems to like us in favour of cunts who try and woo girls before attending to our health?

>>26632991
When we've got family members like Jesus and Caesar, I don't think they can really afford to.
>Your father was some kind of important person in service to the crown.
Is an interesting line from the OP.
Maybe if we find Ragetbagem again, we can ask if she knows about our family.
And I mean OUR family, not her crazy former life family of ours.

>>26632971
>>26632990
>>26633014
Writing.

>>26632948
This coat is irrelevent to the current situation. What is, is the fact that I need peice of mind, which this woman is taking from me. And when is my next examination?

>>26633043
You mean the one who we decided to rat on like a dickbag?

>>26633094
We are dying from what we know. Our anger is a byproduct of this.

>>26633094
Don't look at me, I voted that she go find us money.
Besides, she loves us enough to travel Europe with us, I'm sure she'll forgive us.

>>26633036
Because the majority of responses decided as such.

>>26633124
I don't understand that at all.
What I do understand is that we've been a fucking cunt to the only person that regularly visits us, to the extent that we may have her arrested.
And for what?

>>26633144
Yeah, so that totally means we should follow in their idiotic footsteps.

>>26632948
>Never you mind, what are you going to do about this woman?

>>26633189
Welcome to the democratic process.
If we hit a bad end, QM can decide whether or not we go back to when we didn't fuck up, if we really have.
We'll make do, bad management or otherwise.

>>26633189
That's how quests work, else it would just be OP writing with an audience.
I hate it as much as you do here because it was such an obvious 180 from everything else previously that it's quite suspicious, but what's done is done, might as well go along with it.

>>26633177
When you are dying at the age of 17 and dying, you have to get some sort of upset.
But that is just me trying to justify this course of action. I would have prefered to just rest for a bit and regained our strenght then go scrounge up some money for the coach.

captcha shall ieresure

You cough, and pull your coat from the doctor's fingers, "Never mind the coat," You bring your arm up and cough, "What about the woman?"

The doctor looks up with half lidded eyes, and raises an eyebrow, "Hm. Well," He stretches out with exaggerated exhaustion, "I shall see to trying to find her then. Do you have a name?"
"Rosabella," You wave your hand around, "And a great deal of other names, in some kind of ridiculous salad."
"Description?"
"Well," You think, stand up straight, bring a hand up to about your nose, "About this tall, slim build. White dress- a bit too long, but, well, fitted well otherwise. Dark hair, curls lightly. Mediterranean complexion. A nose, just a bit crooked. Bit of a scar on the bridge of the nose. Big eyes, color of- color of-" Brown didn't seem adequate, before you give up, "Brown. Brown eyes."
"Hah," Il Dottore has a broad smile at that, "Well, that encourages me to take a look for her. Bust? Hips?"
"Dottore!" You hear from down the hall, "You are needed immediately, Dottore! Giovanni has been waiting!" Prina rolls his eyes.
"Ah! Always with the nagging! Don't you worry young man," Prina reaches for your shoulder for a moment, before thinking better of it, and tapping his chest with a closed fist, "We'll find this malicious fox, hm? I'll get her out of your hair, I'm being paid by your parents after all!"

He puts a certain stress on that. 'Paid by your parents.' He waves his good bye, and briskly walks down the hall deeper in to the sanatorium.

Leaving you alone with the clerk. You teeter over, ask for mail. Just a single letter. Your father. Writing his fervent apologies, he can't visit. Would like to see you. Mother and other family would be there soon. Marked two weeks back.

You won't be able to go outside with the fake pass in Il Dottore's hands. What can you do in the sanatorium now?

>[ ] Go back to your room.
>[ ] Other.

>>26633245
>>[ ] Other.
Let's see if we can still find the girl...

>>26633245
>[ ] Go back to your room.

>>26633245
Nothing, we just have to lie on our bed like a sick person until we die, great job us.

>>26633276

Doubt we're going to be in the mood for that, especially after the permission slip was shown to be a forgery.

>>26633245
>[X] Other.
See if we can locate Ragetbagem ourselves.

>Giovanni
One of her names was Giovanna... A distraction of hers, perhaps?
>Brown didn't seem adequate, before you give up
Curious.

>>26633245
>>26633276
I too am a bit curious where she ran off to. Wasn't she right behind us as we came in? Or did I miss something.

>>26633292
Well gee

>>26633245
>[X] Go back to your room.

>>26633245
>>[X] Other
I say try and find the Gyp, give her coat back and be done with her.

>>26633295
Well we happen to be the mood in question, and our brain might be abled by disease as is.
I'd say anything's up for grabs.

>>26633245
>>[ ] Go back to your room.

>>26633313
addled*

>>26633245
Back to our room.

>>26633276
Too fucking late for that kid, you've gone and shat upon all her dreams for you, as well as removed the forgery from your own hands.
She's probably crying right now, and we're unable to reach her.

>>26633313

Yeah, our meeting after she was shown to lie is totally going to go fucking well.

Best outcome I can think of is giving the coat back and then getting the hell away from her.

>>26633245
>[ ] Go back to your room.

Back to bed.

Who knows, she might even be there, for all the good it's going to do.

>>26633355
Magic in general is a lie, maybe she's just shitty at magic like most 17 year olds would be.
>>26633373
Here's hoping she is.

>>26633305
Might as well give her coat back, if only as another chance to get more interaction with her rather than laying down and karkin' it.

>>26633245
>>[X] Go back to your room.

agh agh agh

Room
111111
Girl
111

Going to the room.

>>26633398

You're missing the bit where she consciously risked our health to sustain that lie.

Fuck that bitch.

>>26633433
It's not like we're getting better, we might as well have some fun with her.
Could have just asked her to go easier on us.

>>26633433
You're missing the part where no one gives a shit about our health anyway.
Not the doctor, not her, and certainly not us either.

>>26633433
It's a risk no matter what we do.
>>26633445
We can't handle women, who do you think we are?

>>26633445

I'm rather concerned that she chose to do it in the first place despite demonstrating multiple times how fragile our health was.

For God's sake, we were coughing -blood-, which probably means tuberculosis, absolutely lethal in the time period we're in. She should've known far better if she actually worked there.

>>26633457

Unlike you, I plan on living longer, and most certainly do not plan to fuck that away doing random shit with a loon.

Thoughts swim through your head, but you forget them. You go for the hall leading to your room. All manner of paintings across the hallways, and rugs under foot. She wasn't your friend. She was just the lunatic that would visit your room, and would make absurd claims that you always batted down.

Not this time though. You give a weak cough.

Of course, apparently her idea was to pour stagnant water on you for a start. You touch the top of you head. No, no your hair is dry again. A lot warmed inside. You probably don't even need the coat any more.

It's a shame your family can't visit, you think as you pull aside your door, and walk in to your room. Sure, your father said your mother might come, but he had refined his language of promises to an art. Might did not mean would. It was nice when your father came though- he had come once this last year. Brought you a set of books, including the Decameron. He always talked about your future. You're unsure if that made you angry, or happy. Il Dottore was supposedly on a track to a cure for your disease. That's what they said. But five years hadn't improved it.

God, how morbid to think these thoughts. You take off the coat, considering it. You couldn't keep it. Good lord, some of the pockets are still stitched shut. Looked brand new.

You lay it on a rocking chair, and fall back in to your bed, sore and exhausted. Another day.

Maybe she wouldn't visit anymore.

That would be nice.

>>26633473
A young upper middle class kid who's lonely, sad and dying.
Someone to spend time with that actually seems to care about us would be something we would be jumping for.

>>26633482
Working there is out of the question for sure, she's either a patient or an actual godsend. Maybe both.
If we're Jesus and devils really do exist, tuberculosis might be the least of our concerns.
>>26633499
Half as long, twice as bright.
>>26633540
>We're gonna die in our sleep
ggwp

>People didn't notice that we coughed up yellow phlegm instead of blood
Pay attention people. Whatever she was doing was working.

>>26633540
Il Dottore is as bad as his Comedia del Arte compatriot. Let's go find something fun to do before he finishes watching us rot. Let's go to a show or something.

>>26633573

More like somewhat more bright, while cutting our expected lifespan into the single digits, if not going into months.

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>>26633588
I can't believe I missed this.
We gotta go fix this.

>>26633591

Can't do that without the permission slip.

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>>26633588
>You feel a stitch in your side, and phlegm pooling in the back of your throat. You spit it on the ground- just yellow, for the first time in a long time, you note.
Fuck...

>>26633634
It's not like we were trying to tell you guys the entire time.

>>26633655
Yo, I've been voting somewhat optimistically, I ain't on of those guys.

>>26633651
Set fire to the building. All that smoke and heat will do our lungs some good. Also, servant's entrance.

>>26633655

Dude, this was the first time it was actually mentioned.

>>26633655
Care to link to that? Cause I scanned up and didn't find anything related to the color of the spit-up.

>>26633689
That she wasn't killing us, not the phlegm specifically.

>>26633634
>>26633654
>>26633689
>>26633690

You didn't notice? Are you reading impaired?

>>26633588
I doubt that.

>>26633714

And you showed no evidence of any such thing.

>>26631798
>>26631861
>>26631871
>>26631880
>>26631895
>>26631935
>>26631972
>>26632006
>>26632028
>>26632044
>>26632070
>>26632117
>>26632139
YOU ALL FUCKED UP THE QUEST
FUCK YOU ALL

OP, let's sneak out of this place through the servant area from before and find the girl again.

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>>26633687
Oh boy, good to see you are already trying to burn everything down instead of just samefagging.

>>26633742
>Are you dumb? Are you retarded?
Nice one, Cyril.

Let's just wait for the next set of choices.

>>26633782
Well? Are you? Oh. You are namefagging. Of course you are.

>>26633781
What? That was a joke. I was the one who suggested the Servant's Entrance as a means of escape.

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>>26633803
Well that's good at least.

>>26633781

It's pretty fucking obvious it's a joke.

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>>26633837
I've lost my ability to tell jokes from people pretending to be retarded and actual retarded people.

Is...Is that it?

BAD END

>>26633920
OP'll be back.
Hopefully.
Have faith.

>>26633934
I think it's the end.

We passed up our chance for adventure.

So now we're back to receiving treatments that won't help us until we die. Can't really make an interesting quest out of that.

>>26633944
We've still got a chance, we can come back from this.

>>26633920
Looks like. We had a chance to go on an adventure, we were getting better, we weren't coughing blood. And then some people decided to call the girl a liar, to deny the call to adventure, and slowly die in a room.

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>>26633934

>>26633967
Well, to be fair, she was a liar.

That was a forged permission slip she had.

>>26633967
We still have her coat, we still gotta give that back, we can use that opportunity to say sorry for being a jerk.

>>26633944
We're still alive, we just made the mistake of doubting gypsies in a fantasy setting.
We're Caesarjesus, we can recover from this.

>>26633967
Pffft, don't be a whiner, this is still the Threshold. The Skeptical Despair of the Hero before he goes on his Epic Journey, the Rejection of the Call To Action. It's a standard storyline. Let's just leave the Sanitarium and go have fun, we're feeling a little better and fuck Il Dottore.

>>26633540
OP
COME BACK
IT CAN'T END LIKE THIS
CHECK THE COAT POCKETS
CHECK OUTSIDE TO SEE IF SHE'S THERE
THERE HAS TO BE SOMETHING WE CAN DO TO SALVAGE OUR CURRENT SITUATION.

I think this is a one thread quest. I don't think we can adventure that much.

>>26633987
Well yeah it was forged, but we always knew that. And since we asked the guy whose signature was forged, and he didn't sign it, we don't even know how good a forgery it was. Could have been a perfect magical replica for all we know.

>>26634017
We WOULD have been able to "adventure that much" if she continued to heal us.

Her weird baptizing shit healed us. The journey could have healed us further.

>>26634017
We've still got 90 posts before bump limit, we have more adventure in us, we can go see the kingdom of Lombardia-Venetia together.

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>>26634017
Ragetbagem's on a mission from God, we can adventure all we want.

>>26634017
Really? Well that's boring isn't it. There's so much we can do. So many plot threads left dangling. So many Il Dottores not smothered to death in a barrel of wine. Pfah, OP had best return, or I'll downgrade his story writing ability from AAA to AA.

>>26634024

I recall being disappointed when El Dottore confirmed it was fake.

>>26634052
Well, it's better than it sprawling out in a massive awful quest.

>>26634062
He knew it was fake because he didn't sign it. That doesn't mean that it wasn't a perfect magical replica.

>>26634079
Could have been a good 10 or so parter though.
Could still be OP.

>>26634079
Quantity does not necessarily mean an absence of quality.
It's just that most writers tend to give up.
Don't give up, OP.
Please don't.

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>>26634049
Fuck it, I'm taking over this thread.

You're now GOD. Some little puke Milan is puking out his lungs. Do you:
A.) Give the little bastard some Divine Inspiration to get off his arse and go do something?
B.) Tell Ragetbagem to get her cute little Gypsy arse in gear and get back to work?
C.) Smite something, because you're Old Testament God?
or D.) Other?

He's on the quest/tg/enerals IRC.

>>26634079
>Good thing we ended it, God forbid that we had FUN with a cute girl before we died.

>>26634109

He's Austrian dumbass.

>>26634136
Some little puke IN Milan. Old Testament God is not infallible. Some random berk beat him in a wrestling match and he never really got over it.

>>26634109
Lets go with B, I do love some cute Gypsy ass.
Seems MC has given up too, he needs a swift kick to get back going and she'd be the best person to do it.

>>26634136
He's German, at this point the people of Milan are also Austrian.

>>26634147

I'm pretty sure that was a run-of-the-mill angel.

>>26634115
I don't have a good IRC client handy.

Could you tell him to get back here and write that our character says "Fuck, I'm an idiot," leaves the sanitorium, and goes to find Ragetbagem again?

>>26634115
Ask for forgiveness and then ask if he can restart this at the point we fucked up.
If not today, whenever he can.

>>26634115
>He's on the quest/tg/enerals IRC.
what channel / server is this on?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xUQhjsoJqco

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>>26634159
>>26634158
>>26634154
>>26634136
VOTE COUNTING TIME!

1 for B.)

B IT IS.

You decide to go with the classics and manifest to give her a helpful suggestion. Divine light shines forth from the heavens in the garden where Ragetbagem sits, sobbing into a motley kerchief at her failure. A chorus of angels sounds, the gates of heaven open wide, and a sagely old man in a white gown and long white beard descends to the ground. Flowers grow wherever he steps, and he radiates a halo of light that seems to heal the soul. Ragetbagem stares at you, crying in awe as you step towards her from your pillar of light, gently place a hand on her shoulder, and spake unto her, "DON'T FUCK UP THIS TIME." She has only an instant to be surprised before you hurl her through the boy's foolishly open window.

You are now a Sickly Austrian Puke. You heard a strange commotion from outside and saw some odd lights from your room, but were too miserable and sickly a puke to get up and go look. Ragetbagem has hurtled through your window, and landed miraculously unharmed, if stunned, in a heap at the foot of your bed. Options?
A.) Be a sickly puke and try to call for guards?

B.) ADVENTUUUUUUURE! Also, apologize and return that coat.

C.) Ask what the hell is going on?

D.) Other.

>>26634299
The quest was perfect as it was. You retards fucked it up, and so you got a bad end. Deal with it

>>26634299
ADVENTUUUUUUURE!
No returning the coat, though. It's our pimp coat.

>>26634299
C, return the coat as well.

>>26634351
>You retards
It was pretty obviously someone samefagging responses, half the negative responses are just the option without any additional information..

>>26634351
I did nothing of the sort. It is not my fault if the author throws a hissyfit and ends things because they did not go as planned.

>>26634355
Hey, you anon, you want adventure? Congratulations for volunteering. I have no talent, and need to go make a sandwich, so why don't you handle the next update. It's four AM here, I'll be back in a bit.

>>26634397
Dammit, man, it's 3 AM over here.

Why doesn't someone go to ques/tg/enerals and get OP the fuck back here?

Ah well, maybe next time.

I'll try and be around to give QM's thread first bump then, too.

>>26634373
That actually reduces the likelihood of samefagging. 4chan doesn't let you post the exact same message more than once every 5 minutes or something.

>>26634445
Which is why you see only minor variations between posts and 3 times the posts in that period after she reveals she's broke.

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C wins.

You're back to being YHWH. The little puke is asking the stunned gypsy girl what the hell is going on, and she's weaving a mystical tapestry of phrases to try and describe the majesty of your visage. You always did have nicer facial hair than your son.

Suddenly, you are struck with a terrible realization: Ragetbagem wasn't a magical gypsy, she was simply trying to make a dying man's last days on Earth happier through the magic of friendship, love, and childlike wonder.

You think on that for a second. Fuck that. Time to fuck with that dying kid's destiny. He was supposed to die in like three days or something, so it's not like anyone important will be affected if you change things up.

DO YOU:
A.) Fuck with his Signs, marking him through the Astral Realm as a being of great cosmic significance, attracting all manner of strange occurrences to him?

B.) Mark him in the Earthly Realm, surrounding him in a field of intrigue and mystery that attracts the most cunning and dangerous of men?

C.) Mark him with Holy Signs, attracting both your Saints, Angels, and Whatever The Fuck Thrones Are, as well as the Fallen and their lesser servants, the Demons?

D.) Mark him through the realm of Spirits, attracting the Earth Gods attention, such as that of Czernobog and Thor?

or

E.) FUCK IT, THROW EVERYTHING AT HIM.

>>26634218
Rizon? I think.

>>26634539
Well I can only seE one reasonable option here.

>>26634539
>Suddenly, you are struck with a terrible realization: Ragetbagem wasn't a magical gypsy, she was simply trying to make a dying man's last days on Earth happier through the magic of friendship, love, and childlike wonder.
BUT SHE WASN'T
AFTER THE BAPTISM WE WEREN'T COUGHING UP BLOOD ANYMORE
WHICH MEANS THE BAPTISM THING HEALED US A LITTLE.

FUCK YOUR SHIT, ASSHOLE
GET OP BACK HERE.

>>26634589
BULLSHIT, BAPTISM DOESN'T HEAL CRAP, IT WASHES AWAY SIN, NOT GROSS PHYSICAL DAMAGE. IT WAS BELIEF THAT LET HIM RECOVER. NOW SHADDAP AND VOTE.

>>26634218
Ah, found it.

"Join us on IRC: #ques/tg/enerals @ Rizon.net"

From an old quest thread general.

Also, apparently OP went to bed.

>>26634609
>IT WAS BELIEF THAT LET HIM RECOVER.
BUT HE DIDN'T BELIEVE JACK SHIT OF IT
WHICH IS WHY HE WENT BACK INSIDE IN A FIT OF RETARDED PARANOIA

GET OP THE FUCK BACK HERE, ASSHOLE.

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>>26634618
FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

>>26634623
NEVER, I'VE TRAPPED HIM IN PURGATORY. Or his bed. I get those confused sometimes. Being the Demiurge is hard. NOW ARE YOU VOTING OR WHAT?

>>26634637
Also, who the fuck uses CRT monitors these days? Get an upgrade, you Samsonite.

plz

everyone stop fighting.

It's a fine end as it is. A man rejects his chance of happiness, goes to bed in misery. The end.

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>>26634656
Fine, be that way. Make the story have a pointless and dull ending. What rot. Stories must have a conflict, and a change in character. None of these characters have changed at all.

>>26634702
Sure it dead.

Rapagrap or whatever her name is is heartbroken, the protagonist whatever his name is is even more lonely and bitter.

>>26634722
I don't call that a change. We didn't get to see the impact. This story is about as enthralling as Star Wars Episode One.

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Unconvinced by the Gypsy girl's attempts to heal him, the son of a minor Austrian noble dies of tuberculosis approximately one week later in a Milan hospital hundreds of miles from home.

Bad end.

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>>26634737
"...!"

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>>26634754
"...!"

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>>26634760

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>>26634797
dude what

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>>26634797

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>>26634827

>>26634832
what is happening

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>>26634832

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>>26634853

Agh. I shouldn't have checked this thread. Probably shouldn't be writing this reply either, but whatever, here we go.

First thing's first, don't blame each other. I never got why people could get mad at each other picking I choice that I had written as an option. Get mad at me over anybody else, I'm writing this shit show.

Secondly, I stopped there because I thought that was a good point to end on, as a wrapped up quest. Boy rejects girl, goes to bed, adventure over.

Clearly, I was wrong. Actually, more than that, I was double wrong because I didn't write "THE END" and left it ambiguous.

It is 12:30 over here. I have work in the morning. So, not really possible for this thread to continue today. Naturally, I'll stay up a little longer because haha, i'm an idiot.

And I don't think Sick Quest has the dramatic oomph to survive on multiple threads, seeing that its schtick is about a kid with tuberculosis slowly dying. Seriously, reading about tuberculosis is pretty grim.

Really, I don't know what the point of this post is. I'm tired, not thinking straight. But I probably owe you guys more of an ending. Also, I can just answer all the questions of what was happening. I'll write a bit more. Just need a bit of coffee.

>>26634863

Yeah, this is basically a good place to end it. Good on you; I'd say it's pretty well done.

Thanks for the Quest, and those who wanted more really only have themselves to blame. I mean, you guys deliberately went out of your way to miss the plot hook...So, good for you!

>>26634863
If I may? Take a break and tomorrow we continue and finish the quest.

>>26634863
Awww, you came back. Now I'll never get to finish the story of why one should not travel back in time to rescue dying Milanese noblemen from tuberculosis. I was gonna have running gunbattles with Time Police and everything!

Fuck you guys, this quest was beautiful, and you ruined it.

>>26634881
This.

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>>26634898
No, you ruined it!

>No, YOU ruined it!

No, I ruined it!

No I'm the Fox!

>No I'm the Fox!

No I'm No I'm No I'M the Fox!

You sleep well. A surprise. You wake up coughing and gagging though. You had rolled over on to your back in your sleep, and you have to lean over and wheeze for breath. With one hand at your throat, your other hand reaches under your bed, finding a steel pan to scrape out from under it. The nurses hadn't changed it again. You gag, repeatedly, trying to wring every last bit of phlegm out of yourself, praying for a clear throat to breath through. It's never entirely clear through. With a final cough, you push the pan back under your bed, and then wipe your fingers on the sheets. You stand on shaky knees, looking out the window.

Night time. You won't be able to get back to sleep now. You should have known not to sleep during the day- but you did anyway. Not like you had anything better to do. God, you had forgotten to eat too. You'd have to be hungry all night until breakfast.

Outside, you hear a woman's voice raised in song. You close your eyes, sit back on the bed. She usually did this as you lay in bed, bordering between consciousness and unconsciousness. That would make it...9:00? Maybe?

It's a beautiful song, with the woman's voice climbing high in notes, thinning and frail, wrung out and wavering notes, before descending to chopping, stacatto low notes, going on like a pleasant conversation. It was the best thing about Milan.

You don't know who the singer is. You don't know the language, but it's a remarkably calming thing. You look again from your window, knowing it's pointless. Still dark. You had crept out, two weeks ago, tried to sneak up on the mysterious singer. Hadn't found her- she had vanished like a ghost the moment you stepped foot in the garden.

God, you won't be able to go to bed now.

>[ ] Look out there again for the singer.
>[ ] Try talking to them from the window.
>[ ] Read a book.
>[ ] Just listen to the song. Try to understand it.
>[ ] Other.

>>26634882
That sounds better than anything I could ever come up with.

>>26634874
>Thanks for the Quest, and those who wanted more really only have themselves to blame. I mean, you guys deliberately went out of your way to miss the plot hook...So, good for you!
I did NOT do that. At all.

I was among the people saying "Why the fuck would you report a nice girl to the police?"

>>26634863
Clearly, I was wrong. Actually, more than that, I was double wrong because I didn't write "THE END" and left it ambiguous.
Obviously, when we went to bed, the boy's "mind" whirred, conflicted over what he had just done. Because we were conflicted too.
>And I don't think Sick Quest has the dramatic oomph to survive on multiple threads, seeing that its schtick is about a kid with tuberculosis slowly dying. Seriously, reading about tuberculosis is pretty grim.
Then, he remembered some things he hadn't noticed before: specifically, that the healing was WORKING. And it WAS. You said so yourself, OP.

There's no need to retcon anything. Just write what happened in this thread as what happened in the MC's mind, and that he eventually decides to find the girl again.

>>26634962
>>[ ] Look out there again for the singer.

>>26634898
Nobody can ruin a quest except for the QM. And that's me.

>>26634881
>>26634909
Ehhh. I started this quest with an end in mind. It's gotta end.

>>26634962
>[ ] Look out there again for the singer.

>>26634962
>>26634972
Oh wow, I'm an idiot.

>[X] Look out there again for the singer.
If it's the girl or one of her relatives, I'm calling it right now.

>>26634962
>>>[X ] Look out there again for the singer.

>>26634980
>>26634974
>>26634989
You don't know the language. But the meaning comes across very clearly. A song to guide someone home.

If only you could just die in peace. You look out the window, in to the dark. If only the moon were out, if only you could get the barest hint of who or what this was-

Whatever. You swing yourself from the bed, grab the coat that Rosabella gave you, find and light an oil lamp, and walk out. Dead men don't have to worry about looking strange, asking singing women who they were at night. Might as well take advantage of your day time sleep.

The sanatorium is quiet. Save for the faint song, there's nothing but the creaks and cracks of the house. The noise is coming from the back, from the yard. You round a corner and nearly bump in to Rosabella.

She makes a short squeak, then goes very still, looking up at you in a night dress and shawl. No lamp, must see well in the dark. Huh. Would have expected her to be the one singing. Actually, this deep in the sanatorium, you can't hear the song. Rosabella would have had to move like lightning to get here this fast.

Silence holds between the two of you. She stares, as if waiting for you to say something, before looking down, and away.

"I'm sorry, signore Waldheim. Il Dottore has already remonstrated me. I won't bother you any more."

She starts to walk away.

>[ ] "Your coat," Offer her the coat you're wearing.
>[ ] "I was wrong. You helped me."
>[ ] "Thank you."
>[ ] "I. I don't mind you visiting me."
>[ ] "Do you know who's singing?"
>[ ] Enough of her. Find the singer.
>[ ] Other.

>>26635089
>[X ] "I was wrong. You helped me."