>>39631157
>Maybe he could get you where you need to be? The next item you're searching for is supposed to be on the story above; if he has access...

>>39631157
>Maybe he could get you where you need to be? The next item you're searching for is supposed to be on the story above; if he has access...

>>39631157
>Maybe he could get you where you need to be? The next item you're searching for is supposed to be on the story above; if he has access...

>>39631157
>>Maybe he could get you where you need to be? The next item you're searching for is supposed to be on the story above; if he has access...

>>39631201
>>39631202
>>39631267
>>39631268
Femalemc/10

>>39631157
>Give him your name, trade contact information, be polite.

>>39631157
>Give him your name, trade contact information, be polite.
Fake information, of course. We're a thief after all, we ain't leaving our actual info behind.

Use him.
>>39631201
>>39631202
>>39631267
>>39631268

Give him your name:
>>39631356

"I'm Dhe- Dheja," you say, with a small stutter as you correct yourself. He looks at you attentively, and you realize that people with actual families have more than one name. "Dheja Alise Traja Januwo," you add. There is no chance whatsoever that you'll remember that in five minutes. You briefly consider praying to one of the gods that he won't either, but neither Cecalos or Spija are terribly large fans of outright lies, so far as you can recall, so you avoid offending either by asking for help in telling one.

"It's nice to meet you, Dheja," he says, taking your hand for a moment. He pulls it up to chest height, his thumb sliding across it as he looks at you. You swallow, all nerves at the moment. This is the first time anyone has expressed any kind of romantic interest in you - well, beyond crude shouts as you walk down the street, but you don't think those are really sincere anyway - so you have very little idea of what to do.

"Could you show me around the building, Wersis? It seems like such a nice place?"

He blinks, his lips becoming a line for a moment, before he gives you a winning, conspiratorial smile.

Before he can say anything, there's the heavy sound of leathery wings, and the two of you turn to look at the source of the sound. An awis is landing on the balcony. It's strangely laid out, with six massive wings and two spindly legs, as well as a special little groove in its back for its master to sit on. As the creature curls up into its passive form, its master toying with a small device on his wrist for a moment, you realize you recognize his garb, the distinctive reds and gold. When he turns to head in, you realize you recognize the man as well - Iscro. The husband of the woman whose memories you dived into. He's a little worse for age, but still fairly attractive, and there's a small swarm of people crowding around him.

>(1/2)

"-Dheja?" Wersis interrupts, and you look at him, eyes big, trying to recall what he was saying. You were so distracted by seeing the man from that memory. When Wersis sees that you missed what he was saying, he gives you a slightly put-upon smile. "I must admit, I'm not used to being so casually ignored," he says, a kind of blithe indifference to the words.

"Oh, no, sorry," you say, genuinely apologetic. "I was just distracted by the awis. It's very beautiful."

Wersis's eyes gaze back over at the balcony for a moment. "Well, when you're the High Inquisitor to His Majesty, I suppose you can afford such fine things. If you please," he adds, tugging on your hand for a moment.

By some minor miracle, you manage to convince him to take you upstairs as he shows you around the building, despite the pit of anxiety in your stomach. It's not just the presence of the High Inquisitor, or the fact that you vividly recall the scent of burnt meat from after he killed a dozen people, or the fact that you're trying to steal right under his nose, or even the fact that you're holding hands with a handsome young man around your age.

You spot the room number that Bheidho told you the item you were to steal is in, when Wersis uses his grip on your hand to spin you around and press you into the wall. He leans over you, his fingers intertwined with yours, his eyes full of a sort of animal desire you've never seen on a boy's face before. There's also a trace of nervousness, of uncertainty. "Dheja," he says, at last, then stops, not knowing quite where to go next.

>Run away then come back around.
>Convince him to go get you a drink and then break into that room while he's gone.
>Write-in.

>>39631834
>Run away then come back around.

>>39631834
>Convince him to go get you a drink and then break into that room while he's gone.

Geez, these upper-class boys really can't control themselves.

>>39631834
>>Convince him to go get you a drink and then break into that room while he's gone.

Trick.
>>39631932
>>39632080

Run.
>>39631882

>>39631834
>Convince him to go get you a drink and then break into that room while he's gone.

You bring your free hand up to your mouth, coughing into it. "Ah, sorry, Wersis," you say, making your voice artificially hoarse. "My throat's starting to feel dry... would you be a gentleman and bring me some water?"

Wersis rests his forehead on the wall - he's so tall, he towers over you - closing his eyes briefly. Then he pulls away and nods. "Of course," he says, his smile just slightly strained. His fingers brush your cheek for a moment. "I'll be right back, Dheja, don't go anywhere."

You nod, meekly, giving him a smile and a wave as he dashes off. The moment he's out of sight, it's like a weight goes off your shoulders, and you slink back onto the wall, breathing heavily. Your fingers rub at one eye, as if that could work out your tension, then you shake your head and move to the room in question. A quick couple seconds with your shoe, and you've retrieved your lockpicks, which you use to unlock the door and step inside the room, clicking the lock shut behind you.

You were sent here to retrieve a rather expensive little bauble for the reprogramming of kersroms - the artificial brains for larger kaplos, like the awis Iscro flew in on. After a couple minutes of frantic searching, you find it on the desk, seemingly forgotten, a small chip the size of your thumb lying on the table next to it. You snap it up and hide it on your inner thigh, your dress fortunately obscuring its new location.

You breathe in and out, then crack open the door an inch, and gaze outside, making sure no one is watching and waiting for you. The next second, the door swings open, and your heart falls to the pit of your gut as you see Iscro standing inches from you, his expression severe.

>Write-in.

>>39632310
Feign being lost. Panick and cry a bit. If anyone asks, the door was already unlocked.

>>39632310
Flash him!

>>39632310
Ask what he's looking at in an accusatory tone. Also ask who he is.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

I, uh, got lost. In this locked room. Sorry.
>>39632383

Flash him.
>>39632424

Well, who are you, Mr. High Inquisitor?
>>39632470

1 - feign being lost
2 - get all accusatory
3 - flash him

>>39632310
Stutter, panic, look as hopeless as possible. When he asks, "spill" that we were looking for somewhere private to be with Wersis, hopefully taking heat off ourselves.

>>39632527
Roll 1d20 (best of three).

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>39632549

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>39632549

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>39632549

You will tears to come out of your eyes, and they do with a speed that surprises you a little. "I got lost," you say, your voice a pathetic simpering mewl, reminiscent of a dying animal whining to be let outside. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize this was a-" you sniffle, "a private room, obviously it was, please forgive me, High Inquisitor."

Iscro stares at you for a long moment, his breath slow, his eyes seeming to glare into your soul through the waves of your tears. You feel heat emanate from him, and you take a flinching step back, your vision still blurry. Finally, he speaks. "Go on, then," he says, opening the door. "Get out."

You don't need to be told twice, and you rush out the door, wiping at your eyes as you dash down the hallway. The blurriness from the tears and the fact that you're still rubbing them away add together to mean that you don't see Wersis as he comes around the corner, and run into him full force, sending him falling to the ground, the two glasses in his hands spilling on his suit as you topple on top of him.

He looks down at the wet patches in his suit, then smiles up at you. "First you push me to the ground, and now you're trying to get me out of my clothes?" There's a flirty bent to it, one you're unfamiliar with, and you flush as you take account of your current positions.

>Apologize, tell him you really have to go, and then do.
>Have him stick with you, hopefully Iscro won't hurt you too bad if you have a human shield?
>Write-in.

>>39632732
>Have him stick with you, hopefully Iscro won't hurt you too bad if you have a human shield?

>>39632732
>Have him stick with you, hopefully Iscro won't hurt you too bad if you have a human shield?

>>39632732
>>Have him stick with you, hopefully Iscro won't hurt you too bad if you have a human shield?

Use this guy as a human shield.
>>39632747
>>39632796
>>39632853

Damn, I missed my chance to be the voice of not heartlessness. And also of reason, she shoulda run.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

Something.

>>39633238
Noooo

You don't want to risk dashing out the front door just yet, so you rise and help him dab at the water splotches on his suit. Eventually, he seems to decide that you've done enough, and you grab his upper arm rather forcefully and walk back downstairs, bringing him with you as you do. He follows along eagerly enough. "Dragging me off with you, I see," he says, smiling wryly.

You blush harder. "Just... come on," you say, at that. You've never had a man act like this around you, and it's making you feel... well, nice, but also anxious, just from the novelty of it. But if Iscro comes back around, you don't want to get killed, and Wersis here could provide a useful human shield. "Stop the color commentary."

"At the lady's request," he says, with a long-suffering sigh.

When you arrive at the party proper once more, you maneuver through the tangle of bodies, looking for the exit, and find it. You let out a sigh of relief, glad that it's nearly over.

Of course, it actually isn't. As you head out through the hallways, a couple of the guards step forward, grabbing you by the upper arm. Your eyes get big and rather worried.

"Excuse me," Wersis says, sounding quite irate. "But Ms. Januwo here has been accompanying me through the party, and-"

"High Inquisitor's orders," one of them says. Wersis blinks, almost flinching at the words. "He thinks she stole something. He'll be down in a moment."

"I'm sure there must be some mistake," Wersis says, his voice quick and clipped. "It would look very good on you, among the Treso family, if you were to unhand her and allow her to calmly discuss this matter without being so obviously intimidated."

The men don't let up their grasp on you.

>Tap into your dheljos's syn and break out, make a run for it.
>Wait patiently and come up with a suitable lie when Iscro arrives.
>Pretend to be Iscro's reincarnated lover and use that to get one over on him.
>Write-in.

>>39633278
>Wait patiently and come up with a suitable lie when Iscro arrives.
I guess this is our best, try and hide the item we stole so they won't find it if they search us. Can we swallow it?

>Pretend to be Iscro's reincarnated lover and use that to get one over on him.
lol what

>>39633278
>Wait patiently and come up with a suitable lie when Iscro arrives.
Prepare dheljos's syn just in case. Maybe it also has social benefits?

>>39633278
>>Wait patiently and come up with a suitable lie when Iscro arrives.

Lie.
>>39633314
>>39633349
>>39633353

You wait patiently, trying to ignore the grip of their hands on your flesh. Wersis continues to try, unsuccessfully, to argue them into letting up on you, but it doesn't succeed. Finally, you see the red and gold trimmed uniform of Iscro step into view, and he waves the two off you. You rub at the affected area of your arms, not looking at him for a moment.

Iscro is an imposing figure - not quite as tall as Wersis, but he's got a distinctive way of moving that suggests he could kill anyone in the room. An easy, justified, and violent confidence. He stands in front of you, touching your chin with one finger and forcing you to look up into his eyes. You meet his gaze, reluctantly. "I didn't steal anything," you say, breaking the silence.

"I see," says Iscro. His fingers swirl through the air, and he closes his eyes, taking in a deep, meditative breath.

"I was only in that room because I was looking for a private spot, to be alone with Wersis, here," you babble, but his hand snaps out to your thigh, and you swallow in surprise.

"Sir," Wersis says, angrily, stepping forward, but a flicker of fire from Iscro's other hand seems to dissuade him somewhat. He looks hopeless at the moment. Iscro's finger slide along the flesh of your thigh, creeping slowly towards where you hid the device earlier. "This is highly inappropriate treatment of a young lady," Wersis complains again.

You feel Iscro's fingers touch the cold metal pressed up against you through your dress.

>Run.
>Apologize, hand it over.
>Try to claim it's not what he thinks.
>Write-in.

>>39633556
>Try to claim it's not what he thinks.
Say we're crossdressing and this was a very arousing experience.

>>39633556
>Run.
Add a distinctive "KYAAA~ HENTAI >n<" just like in my Chinese cartoons.

>>39633556
>>Run.

>>39633556
>Write-in.
Slap him for touching you there.

>>39633556
>Write-in.
Plead with Wersis to tell the bad man to stop touching us, pretend your knees have gone wobbly and stumble a bit, then do >>39633646 and pull on your syn and run like the fucking wind.

Run.
>>39633646
>>39633678
>>39633695

Slap.
>>39633685

I'm actually a boy?
>>39633576

>>39633776
Roll 1d20 (best of three).

>>39633685
Yes, slap the guy that can easily kill everyone in the room. There's no way that can go wrong.

Maybe you can kick an already pissed off bear in the dick on your way out.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>39633804

LIVE

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>39633804
I did it!

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>39633804
>>39633804
pls

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>39633804
They see me rollin', they hatin'

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>39633820
FUCK

>>39633823
DOUBLE FUCK

>>39633829
Oh thank god

"Wersis, please, do something," you beg, making your knees wobble. For a second, you feel Iscro's finger confirm his findings, feeling out the object, in spite of your spastic movements.

What happens next is a quick, rapid series of actions. Wersis puts his hands on Iscro's shoulder, physically pulling him back and away from you. You tap into the syn in the middle of your gut, allowing an unadulterated flow of syn between your dheljos and yourself, your body's feelings getting sharp and lively. You feel an odd gladness that you didn't do this before he started touching you down there.

The next moment, you take off in a run, rushing between the guards. One of them manages to grab you, but you simply jerk your arm as you run, knocking him off balance and forcing him to let go of you, sending him tumbling to the ground as you run for it. You hear a powerful, similarly rapid, pair of footsteps behind you, and you reach into the syn inside you even further, your vision wobbling for a second before sharpening. You can feel the wind even before it presses into you, and you start to sweep it aside, almost subconsciously, clearing your path, but keeping air in your lungs when you need it.

By some miracle, you manage to lose him, jumping over a barrier and falling a story before continuing your run. It's a long couple minutes before you're clear, the fabric of your dress fortunately designed to ease running. When you finally come to a stop, you lean against the wall, gasping and panting frantically, trying to calm yourself down. Every nerve ending seems to be on fire, your entire body burning in agony at what you've put it through, but at least you're not being murdered by the High Inquisitor or thrown into some of His Majesty's prisons.

>Give the device to Bheidho.
>Bheidho sent you to a party with the High Inquisitor; give him a piece of your mind.
>Try to find some memories relating to Iscro; you know they're there, they might be helpful.
>Write-in.

>>39634087
>Try to find some memories relating to Iscro; you know they're there, they might be helpful.

>>39634087
>>Try to find some memories relating to Iscro; you know they're there, they might be helpful.

>>39634087
>Give the device to Bheidho.
>Bheidho sent you to a party with the High Inquisitor; give him a piece of your mind.
Both of these. Fuck that guy, we could've died.

>>39634087
>Give the device to Bheidho.
Not his fault we did stupid shit and fucked up, no piece of our mind.

>>39634087
>>Bheidho sent you to a party with the High Inquisitor; give him a piece of your mind.
He could have at least warned us

Rolled 2 (1d3)

Take a trip down memory lane.
>>39634121
>>39634144

Give thing to Bheidho.
>>39634146
>>39634232

Bheidho's a dick!
>>39634146
>>39634309

1 - Memories
2 - Return
3 - Anger

You collect your senses, brushing your dress and setting off at a brisk pace to make your way home. Syn still remains pumping through your body, so you're brisk pace is a little harder and faster than usual, and you find public transit oddly crowded and noisy, at least as far as your perceptions are concerned. The occasional brush or touch of another person makes you snap to attention each time, your teeth gritting as you try to resist starting a fight with them.

When the public transit system comes to a stop just outside your neighborhood, you walk the remainder of the way home, frizzing your hair out of style, overblowing it on make-up, adjusting the way the dress hugs your body, making you look less like a posh girl (and easy moneybag to rob) and more like a streetwalker (and thus inconsequential and unnoticeable). It's not a look you much like, but it's better than getting into a fight on the way back and potentially breaking the device Bheidho sent you after.

You slide it out from its holster on your thigh as you sit down in Bheidho's office, sighing as you hand it over, working out your neck. "Good work, Dhena," he says, and you just nod, cracking your neck in the process. The enhanced syn has mostly washed out of you and now you feel like a wet sack of cement. "Well," he says, rising, and patting you on the shoulder, "take a break, and a good long rest."

After you manage to limp up to your room - having spent a good five minutes in Bheidho's office, just lounging on the chair before rising - you flop down on the bed, face first. "You okay, sis?" Noc's voice is sweet, and you feel his hand on your shoulder, reassuring.

"Work," you grunt out. "Tired."

"Leave me alone tired?"

>I want a massage tired.
>Yes. Be quiet and let me sleep.
>Write-in.

>>39634688
>Yes. Be quiet and let me sleep.

>>39634688
>>I want a massage tired.

>>39634688
>Yes. Be quiet and let me sleep.

>>39634688
>I want a massage tired.
Oh baby

>>39634688
>Write-in
"Come give your big sis a hug tired"

We need some bonding with the little bro

>>39634688
>I want a massage tired.

>>39634756
>>39634688
This +
>I want a massage tired.

Oh so it's fine to get rubbed by our brother.

But if it's a sister that's creepy.

Fuck you tart.

>>39634779
lol what?

>>39634768
Seconding that

>>39634779

Noc isn't actually related.

Yes.
>>39634716
>>39634736

Give me a massage.
>>39634724
>>39634744
>>39634758
>>39634768
>>39634803

Give me a hug.
>>39634756
>>39634768
>>39634803

>>39634779
Okay, first of all, he's not blood related, unlike Kayla. Second of all, he's like sixteen or seventeen, whereas Kayla is eleven.

>>39635048
Who the hell is Kayla?
Also I have feeling that we should tell our boss about that one of more important people want to murder us now

>>39635276
>Who the hell is Kayla?
A character from a different quest I run over on Akun. She's the protagonist's little sister.

"I want a massage tired," you correct, with a grumble.

"Ugh. Like I'm your servant," Noc says, but it's a jovial way, and he moves over to balance on top of you, his hands pressing against your shoulders. His thumbs work against aching muscles, and you close your eyes and let out a long sigh of relief as he gets to work. It's so *nice*, being able to just be with Noc. He's familiar, comfortable, safe. Your little brother; you know him, you trust him. He does what you say, when you say.

You let the feeling of his skin against yours wash over you, enjoying it as he gently grinds the aches out of your muscles. After a minute or so, you notice he's being very ginger in how he positions himself on top of you, all of the sudden, but you ignore it, letting him continue his work as his hands slowly make their way down your back, stopping before reaching your butt. Then he gets off you. "Thanks," you say, with a sleepy yawn, turning your head to let you look in his direction.

"Hey, uh, no problem," Noc says, and you can see a sharp blush on his cheeks as he does. "Anything for my big sis." He gives you a little arm punch, then coughs and turns away, standing up and getting off the bed to go to the bathroom.

You fall asleep before he gets back.

* * *

You feel as if you're walking through an unimaginably vast library, millions of books on the shelves. Your fingers run across them, their meanings and names indistinct, a huge flush rushing into one another. A few you manage to just pick out, barely, their contents just recognizable. You touch one, and a memory tumbles out...

>Of a young lady, suddenly empowered.
>Of a girl, forced into service.
>Of a lady, dancing with her lover.
>Of an older woman, bleeding and dying.

>>39635405
>>Of a young lady, suddenly empowered.
or
>Of a lady, dancing with her lover.

>>39635405
>Of a girl, forced into service.

>>39635405
>Of a young lady, suddenly empowered.
Who are O the first host?

>>39635405
>Of an older woman, bleeding and dying.

>>39635405
>Of a lady, dancing with her lover
RABU RABU

>>39635405
>Of a young lady, suddenly empowered.

Dance
>>39635419
>>39635550

Power
>>39635419
>>39635470
>>39635601

Dying
>>39635487

Conscripted
>>39635439

>>39635724
Huh
I just realized that this is one person instead of bunch of them

>>39635792
Is this your first time doing quests?

>>39635792
slowpoke.jpg

>>39635825
I am talking about memories

>>39635792
Thanks for telling me, I hadn't yet.

You brush against one, and a wave of memories washes over you.

The meeting is as dull as you expect. It's practically a haze of meaningless nothing, your chin balanced on your hand as he babbles about his job. Some dull accountancy work, all maths, and he doesn't have the sense to know you couldn't care less if you tried. You can't even muster the effort to be polite, and yawn partway through. Eventually he leaves, much to your mother's chagrin, and she goes full-bore on a long, dull lecture.

"...never going to get married at this rate," she says, with a shake of her head.

"Sorry, Amma," you say, bowing your head. Your mother just sighs again, then dismisses you, telling you to go do your chores.

You don't. Instead, you sneak back to the roof, the towering building looking over the Kingdom of Maghneumi. You look at the sky, and try in vain to remember what it used to look like. Now it's an endless grey overcast, with a reddish tint from the sun where it's obscured... but once upon a time, it was blue and beautiful, and you could see the moon, that ivory white in the sky.

Now... nothing. Ash and death. You're lucky to be alive to be in a city that survived the war. You move to the edge of the roof, glancing down over the edge, looking at the bustling streets below. The people look like ants, the cars look like beetles. You gaze back up at the sky, trying to make out just where the sun would be, when a sudden gust knocks you off balance. Your hands and legs scramble against the air trying to fill your chest, and then a rush of stark terror fills your chest. A sharp, powerful feeling slams into your stomach, your fingers grab at air and find something more solid, and you snap awake.

"You okay, sis?" Noc asks, leaning over you where you lie on the bed, his eyes worried. "You were thrashing a bit."

>Nothing. Just a bad dream.
>Yes. Give me a hug.
>Write-in.

>>39636078
>>Nothing. Just a bad dream.

>>39636078
>Yes. Give me a hug.

>>39636078
>>Yes. Give me a hug.

>>39636078
>>Yes. Give me a hug.

>>39636078
>Nothing. Just a bad dream.

>>39636078
>Yes. Give me a hug.

>>39636078
>>39636078
>Nothing. Just a bad dream.

/tg/ is hugsluts.
>>39636130
>>39636133
>>39636188
>>39636250

WE WILL DEFY STEREOTYPES.
>>39636107
>>39636196
>>39636290

>>39636349
>tfw no gf who calls me her hugslut

>>39636382
I'll be your gf. :^*

>>39636401
How much do I have to pay?

>>39636417

$10/mo. I think.

>>39636417
$10 on Patreon for a night of steamy lovin'

"I'm..." you sigh, sitting up on the bed. You shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts. "I don't know. Give me a hug." Noc leans forward, wrapping his arms around you, and you let your head rest on his shoulder, holding him and closing your eyes. The feeling of him, so warm, so near... you can even feel his breath, billowing out of his lungs in puffs. It's calming, and it calms you. Finally, you pull back. "Thanks, bro," you say, an easy smile on your lips.

"You're welcome," he says, sitting down on the bed.

There's a knock at the door, interrupting you before you can do anything else. "Yes?" You ask.

"There's something I need to speak to you about," Bheidho says, from the other side of the door. You sigh and rise to your feet, walking to the door and opening it.

"What is it, Atta?"

Bheidho fixes you with a long look before speaking. "We think the State Police are trying to come after you," he says. "It's a relatively light hand, for them, but it's pretty determined. We think they figured out what transit you used to get back, so they don't know where you are in particular, and they won't learn, but be aware. They're on the lookout for you."

You furrow your brow. "Was what I stole that valuable?"

He shakes his head. "No. I don't know why they're coming so hard. Just... be careful, when you're out and about."

>END OF SESSION

Sorry for the relatively short session. I keep wanting to go long, then I peter out of content at the six hour mark. Now I'm petering out of content at the five hour mark. Have to do a bit more prep work, I suppose.

Anyway, upgrade chat! I decided to regularize it more for the future.

http://pastebin.com/RjYqZvwr

You have 1 XP now.

>>39636791
Flight or aeroception.

>>39636791
I think we should focus on syn
Also flight or sense thingy

>>39636791
Definitely flight.

Never know when you'll need to jump off a balcony again.

>>39637028
Not sure man
I would like to avoid hitting people when running again

>>39636931
>>39637001
>>39637028
Flight wins, then.

twitter.com/72oOCCJ1

Hope you guys enjoyed. Sorry again for the short session.

>>39637456
Thanks for running! Hopefully we get more exp soon.

>>39637456
It's okay mate. I'm looking forward to the next session.

What's this quest about?

>>39639272
Hoo boy, that's a question!

The simple pitch is that you're a thief with superpowers.

The setting is more advanced industrially and technologically but has problems in terms of information tech that mean there's a deficit of computers, phones, internet, television, and so forth. The country you live in is a monarchical city state with secret police and rebels and whatnot.

Other than that... a lot of details.

>>39637456
Thanks for running