“Are we there yet?” Selene asks.
“Not yet kiddo” You say.

The four of you decided to change things up, so Marcy is riding with Kuma and you’re riding with Selene.

“Are we there yet?” Selene asks.
“No” You say again.

Selene is… a little impatient today. It might be the fact that you let her know that the journey is almost over. You should be reaching Searise today at some point, but…

“How ‘bout now?” Selene asks.
“We’re not there yet” You say.
Selene looks up at you a pouts angrily.
“You pouting is not going to make this go any faster” You say.

A full day has passed since you visited the general and let it slip to Selene that you’re the master thieves. Nothing of import has happened since then. You’re still waiting for word on whether you were successful on either of your fronts: the siege of Barrowlen and the diversion of the troops from Felldown.

“Are we there yet?” Selene asks.

Okay, you’re going to have to entertain this girl before she drives you insane.

>[ ] Stop for lunch

>[ ] Storytiem

>[ ] Pass her off to Marcy or Kuma (specify which)

>[ ] Other

>>40603150
>[ ] Pass her off to Marcy or Kuma (specify which)
To Marcy

>>40603150
>[ ] Storytiem

>>40603150
>>[ ] Storytiem

>>40603150
>[ ] Storytiem

>>40603393
Tell her a story involving some neat tricks; we can teach her these tricks if she's a good girl, and stops her pouting.

>>40603150
>[ ] Other
Teach her a magic trick

So, Smiley, were good feelings had, after Kuma woke up from her 'cat-nap'?

>writing

>>40603696
She was surprised to find you petting her head. But she didn't seem to hate it.

“No, but I’ll tell you what.” You say. “I’ll tell you a story to pass the time, and if you sit tight and keep quiet, I’ll show you a trick too. Okay?”
“Okay!” Selene replies, getting comfortable and looking up at you expectantly.

Alright then, which one to tell…

Well, you already told her how you got the Pheonix’s egg. Might as well work on finishing that set, with the… Aquila.

Yeah, fire’s done, might as well move on to water.

Without further ado, you begin your tale…

>[1/2]

>>40603954
Holy hell, that's some serious auto-pilot he's got, if he was petting her for more than a few hours. Well, idle hands are the Devil's playthings, yes?

You got the Aquila’s egg from a temple in Delemur, up north. Supposedly they were holding onto it and awaiting the day it would hatch.

Like the true gentleman you are, you decided to steal the egg and leave your calling card in its place. But not before leaving an ostrich egg that you painted to look like the Aquila’s egg on top of your card.

You almost wish you could’ve stuck around to see the looks on their faces both when the egg hatched, and when they cleared away the shells and saw your calling card.

Both must have been glorious.

Selene laughs at your little prank as you finish your story.

“Sooo?” She asks.
“Yes, you were good. I’ll teach you something” You say.

Selene bounces with glee. The question is, what to teach?

>[ ] Lockpicking?

>[ ] A little more magic

>[ ] How to twirl something in your hand

>[ ] other

>>40604573
>[ ] How to twirl something in your hand
Hard to teach lockpicking considering we are traveling

>>40604573
>>[ ] Lockpicking?
She's been waitin' on this one, and the idea of a 6 year old princess busting us out of a cell is both heartwarming and hilarious.

>>40604573
>[ ] Lockpicking?

>writing

“Alrighty” You say, reaching into your cloak for a few things. “I am going to teach you one of the premier thief skills”
“Stealing?” She asks.
“No, stealing is a goal, not a skill” You say. “To be good at stealing, there are a number of things you must learn first"
“So what is it?” She asks.

You pull out a couple of locks, ranging from small and fragile to bulky and damn-near unbreakable. “I am going to teach you how to pick a lock” You say.

>roll 1d20

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>40605055
I got you

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>40605055

>>40605103
>>40605140
You don't do crit-fails, right?

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>40605055

>writing

>>40605166
I don't

>>40605140
Cunt.

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>>40605259
>>40605241
Smiley just clarified he doesn't do crits. Calm yourself.

You begin, as with any lesson, by showing Selene the basics.

First, how to place her tools and which tools to use for what type of lock. Then you show her how to mess with the tumblers, and how to check if you’re doing it right.

You start by getting her to do one of the simpler locks you have on you, but after a while she still doesn’t have it, and she’s clearly starting to get frustrated.

“I can’t do it” She says.
“Nonsense” You reply. “It just takes patience. Of all the tricks you need to know, lockpicking is probably among the more difficult to learn and delicate to perform. But…” You take the lock from her and pop it open in a matter of seconds. “In time, you will have no need for keys, and no door will dare to bar your path.”

“But it’s haaaaaard” She says.
“Oh it is, believe me” You say. “There was a while where I actually found it easier to go and find the keys than I did to pick open the locks. It just takes practice”

You close the lock you just opened and hand it back to Selene, giving her a pat on the head. “Keep trying, and don’t get frustrated. Patience and focus is the key” You say.
“Right” She says.

“You sure you should be teaching her that kind of stuff?” Marcy asks.

>[ ] No, but that hasn’t stopped me before

>[ ] It’ll come in handy

>[ ] Yes

>>40605577
>[ ] No, but that hasn’t stopped me before

>>40605577
>[ ] It’ll come in handy

"Besides, even a Master Thief needs an apprentice, and she's got more talent than most anyone else I've met."

>>40605577
>[ ] No, but that hasn’t stopped me before

>writing

>>40605577
>>[ ] It’ll come in handy
Maybe she can even be the 7th Master Thief, if she's good enough, one day (shit-eating grin).

>>40605577
>Patience and focus is the key
I see what you did there.

“No, but that hasn’t-“
“Stopped you before, I know” She says. “Fourth time you’ve used that line, by the way”
“It’s a good line” You reply.
“I know, but it wears a bit thin after the second or third time” She says. “But seriously, you’re teaching the princess how to pick locks?”
“Yes” You say.
“Why?” She asks.

“Because it’ll come in handy” You reply. “Maybe I should teach you too. Then we could all be able to pick locks”
“Me as well?” Kuma asks.
“Well, sure… wait, you can’t pick locks?” You ask.
“No, it is not a part of my skills” Kuma says.

“huh…” You say. “Sorry, I guess I just kind of assumed you could”
“A fair assumption” She says. “There are many among my brethren who can”
“Don’t worry. It’s all the more reason why someone else needs to learn” You say. “Right Selene?”

…

No response. You look down and find her completely immersed in what she’s doing…

Well, you did say focus was the key.

>[ ] Talk about what you’ll do when you arrive in Searise

>[ ] Try to teach Marcy and Kuma how to pick locks

>[ ] Ask Kuma if she’s heard back from her brothers yet

>>40605954
>>[ ] Talk about what you’ll do when you arrive in Searise
>>[ ] Try to teach Marcy and Kuma how to pick locks

I'm guessing when a giant bird SQWAAAAWs by, she'll know about her brothers.

>>40605954
>[ ] Talk about what you’ll do when you arrive in Searise

>writing

>>40605954
>>[ ] Talk about what you’ll do when you arrive in Searise

“So, we should hit Searise soon” You say. “Anything you guys want to do when we get there?”
“Sleep in a bed” She says. “Preferably one that I don’t have to share with 3 other people”
“Aww, I thought you liked sharing” You say.

“I tolerate it” She says.
“Ouch Marcy” You say. “Is this how you treat your husband?”

She pauses, looking at you with a neutral expression. “I want a divorce” She says.
“B-but you can’t!” You say. “What about our dear Selene?”

*click*

“Haaaaaa hahahahaha! I got it!” Selene says. “Look papa, look! I got it! I got it!”
“Oh? Wow, you actually did get it. That was quick” You say.
“It would’ve been quicker if you guys weren’t distracting me!” She says, pointing a finger accusingly at Marcy.

“Whaaat, how is this my fault?” Marcy asks.
Selene sticks her tongue out at Marcy, then picks up another lock and starts ignoring everyone again.

You and Marcy look at each other and shrug.

“So aside from a bed, what do you want?” You ask.
“A chance to wash this dress?” She asks. “Or another dress… maybe something a bit more casual. If you’re up to more dress shopping… I mean, I wouldn’t mind if you weren’t…”

“I could probably just make you another one” You say. “It’d be easier for me”
“You would?” She asks. “I mean… if it’s not too much trouble…”

So Marcy wants a dress… that’s easy enough. That still doesn’t solve your problem…

>[ ] Head straight to Melissa’s manor when you arrive

>[ ] Explore the town for a bit when you arrive

>>40606895
>[ ] Head straight to Melissa’s manor when you arrive

>writing

“Well, if there isn't anything you want to do, I guess we’ll just head straight to the manor” You say.
“You don’t want to bum around town for a bit first?” Marcy asks.
“You’re welcome to do that, if you want” You say. “I need to talk to my father”

“Right” Marcy says. “We might as well just bum around for a bit then. Give you some privacy”
“Why?” You ask
“This seems like kind of a one-on-one sort of deal” She says. “Father and son stuff, you know?”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t come to the manor” You say “It’s pretty big, if you hadn’t noticed. I’d also rather not split the group again”

“What if I want to go bumming around town?” She asks.
“It’s probably not going to be as interesting as you think” You say. “Last time we were here it was a merchant hub. But since Melissa has likely converted her merchant fleet into a naval fleet, it’s probably a much less lively place”

“Oh…” Marcy says.

>[ ] “But by all means, feel free to explore the place”

>[ ] “So you should probably just skip the town, yeah?”

>>40607468
>>[ ] “But by all means, feel free to explore the place”

No reason not to, I suppose...

Also, seriously, she picked it that quick? She does have a knack for this stuff...

Also, seems like attendance is low today. Shame.

>>40607468
>>[ ] “So you should probably just skip the town, yeah?”

Selene probably wants to work on more locks, and I can get right down to making your dress, when I'm done with Father Pitre.

>>40607468
>[ ] “So you should probably just skip the town, yeah?”

We can bum around in town afterwards, let's get situated first, get an update from Kuma's birds and lay lowish. Just in case.

>>40607494
She's shown a fair bit of talent for most of the thiefy things we've taught her. As expected of the Master Thief's future apprentice.

>>40607468
>>[ ] “So you should probably just skip the town, yeah?”
never split the party

>writing

“So you should probably just skip the town, yeah?” You ask.
“Oh… fine” She says, crossing her arms and pouting.

You reach over and put a hand on her cheek. “Oh come on, there’ll be plenty of time to see Searise when our business at the manor is done, okay?”
“O-okay” She says.

You smile and withdraw your hand, turning back to Selene. “How’s it goin’ down there kiddo?” You ask.
“This one is harder” She says.
“It has more tumblers” You say. “Keep at it, you’ll get it eventually”

“I see the town” Kuma says.
“Oh?” You ask, looking up and ahead on the road. “Well, there it is”
“Finally, just a little further and I can rest my butt” Marcy says. “I prefer this over walking, but riding a horse does have its downside”

“It still beats walking, though” You say.
“Absolutely” She says. “But I might be sitting funny for a while”
“It’s not that bad” You say.
“You’re not me” She says. “You don’t know what my butt feels like”

It takes a second for both of you to realize what she said, and it gets quiet after that.

>[1/2]

>>40608135
The rest of what little is left of the ride to Searise also passes in Silence…

On the upside, you don’t have to talk about Marcy’s butt anymore.

The town itself is quiet, as you expected. With most of the trade and commerce and liveliness coming from Melissa’s business, the town was bound to lose some of its spark when the fleet shipped out.

As such, finding a boat to take to the manor is not a difficult task, as there are several sitting idle on the shoreline.

The trip to the manor also passes in silence, with Selene being far too focused on mastering her new craft, Kuma being her usual self, and you and Marcy being far too put off by the subject of butts to say much.

You’re on the island and about halfway to the manor when someone calls out to you.

“That you Giles?” A familiar voice asks. It’s Kevin.
“Ahoy” You say. “What are you doing out here?”
“Out for a walk” He asks. “If you’re here, is Melissa back?”
“No, she’s still busy” You say.
“So why are you here?” He asks.
“Business” You say.

>[ ] Ask him if Pitre is in the manor

>[ ] Kick him in the shins

>>40608482
>[ ] Ask him if Pitre is in the manor
>[ ] Have Selene kick him in the shins
Kidding on the last one, but it is a funny image

>>40608482
>[ ] Ask him if Pitre is in the manor

>>40608482
>>[ ] Ask him if Pitre is in the manor

>writing

“Is Father in the manor?” You ask.
“Yeah, he is” Kevin says. “What’s up?”
“Business” You say, ruffling his hair.

“Hey, cut that out. I’m not a kid anymore” He says.
“Ohhhh?” You say, grabbing his head and turning it towards you and getting in his face. “You realize that if I have to treat you like an adult, I’ll have to take revenge for that little incident that happened last time I was here”

Kevins swallows. “Right, sure… I guess it’s fine if you treat me like a kid” He says.
“Good!” You say, smiling and ruffling his hair a little more. “I’ll probably see you later”

“Yeah. Sure. Later” He says.

You wave as you walk past him towards the manor.

“You can be kind of scary sometimes” You say.
“I need to make sure that little prick knows who’s boss from time to time” You say. “It was always like that. The new kids and the young’uns need to know who the alpha is”
“Oh the things you learn in an orphanage” She says.

You smile at her.

Father Pitre is in the back yard watching the children play, just like he was last time.

“Good day” You say.
Pitre looks up, and seems surprised to see you. “Giles, what brings you back here so soon?” He asks.

Oh… where to begin answering that.

>[ ] I met your son

>[ ] I’m on a mission

>[ ] I heard that you’re the old king’s brother

>[ ] Other

>>40609088
>>[ ] I met your son
>>[ ] I’m on a mission
>>[ ] I heard that you’re the old king’s brother

Might as well fuse all 3, since we found out all of this extremely relevant info during our mission, and his son's possibly become an asset.

>>40609088
>[ ] I’m on a mission
>[ ] I met your son
>[ ] I heard that you’re the old king’s brother

>>40609088
>[ ] I’m on a mission
>[ ] Other

"I could use some advice on screwing fate over."

>writing

>>40609088
>[ ] I heard that you’re the old king’s brother
>[ ] I met your son

>>40609088
>“You can be kind of scary sometimes” You say.
>“I need to make sure that little prick knows who’s boss from time to time” You say. “It was always like that. The new kids and the young’uns need to know who the alpha is”
Wut?

>>40609648
Fuck, that first line was supposed to be Marcy

You sit down next to him. “Oh, you have no idea” You say. “Johann”

“That’s my… how did you learn my name?” He asks.
“I met your son” You say. “Johann Pitre II”
“You did…” He says. “You must have questions then” He says.
“I do” You say. “Like the fact that King Mercutius was your brother, making Laura your niece”

“This is true” He says.

You twitch. “So?” You ask.

“So?” He asks back.
“Why is it that you’re here running an orphanage while all this other shit is going on?” You ask.

Father Pitre crosses his fingers and casts his gaze down, suddenly looking much older than you’ve ever known him to.

“What do you know of the war between Alka-Habra and Laust?” He asks.
“Not much” You reply. “It happened quite a while before I was born, though. I’ve heard that it was bloody”
“Bloody is an understatement” He says. “No quarter was the order. It was to be a genocidal conflict. Armed soldiers, old men, women, children, they were all considered fair game”

“That’s… who the hell ordered that?” You ask.
“Laura’s grandfather” He says. “Relations with Alka-Habra were different back then, and have changed much in the meantime. But few forgot what that time was like”

“Which is what caused the red night” You say.
“Indeed” He says. “The Senator could’ve been eaten by a lion and someone would’ve found a way to blame it on Laust. The whole country was like a rope that had been pulled too tight, and was ready to snap”

>[1/2]

>>40609669
Ok, thanks Smiley, makes more sense now.

“But that still doesn’t answer my question” You say.

Pitre sighs and takes a moment to collect himself. “My troops and I were on the front lines throughout that conflict. I never questioned my orders, and neither did my men”

“So what changed?” You ask.

“We burned a little village that was in the path between us and Tulia” He says. “Tulia being our goal. We meant to lay siege to it and take the capital once and for all. I can still remember the screams”

He looks back up to you. “I ordered my men to kill any who tried to escape the flames. As I watched what my work was bringing, I felt the bile rise in my throat. That night I tossed my possessions into the fires and left”

“You deserted” You say.
“I did” He says. “And not once have I looked back. I would much rather live a quiet life spent nurturing lives than an exciting one spent taking them”

>[ ] And your son?

>[ ] What about your brother?

>[ ] Is there anything that might convince you to help me out?

>[ ] Other

>>40610138
>>[ ] And your son?
>>[ ] What about your brother?
>>[ ] Is there anything that might convince you to help me out?

>>40610138
>>>[ ] And your son?

Just the one.

>>40610138
Hot damn, we got some serious FMA-style War Crime guilt going on.

>>40610138
>>[ ] And your son?

>writing

“And what about your son?” You ask.

“He was just a child when I left for Alka-Habra. I doubt he remembers too much about me” He says. “He is better off not knowing I am still alive”

“Well, I have some bad news then…” You say.
“Of course, you met him. I probably would’ve been at least one of the subjects in that conversation” He says. “What does he think of his father?”

“He’s pretty mad” You say. “Mostly at the fact that you, and I quote: ‘abandoned your only son to go coddle a bunch of orphans’. So yeah… he doesn’t think too highly of you”

“Well… I can’t exactly apologize to him” He says.
“And why not?” You ask.
“I am at best, a dead man, at worst a deserter” He says. “It’s bad enough that you know what I’ve done. I would rather not have to show that ugly face to the rest of the world”

“Doesn’t look so bad from here” You say.
Pitre ruffles your hair. “Thank you…” He says.

>[ ] Test the waters to see how he feels about you changing fate

>[ ] Tell him about your mission

>[ ] Tell him that you and Melissa are a thing

>[ ] Other

>>40610844
>[ ] Tell him about your mission

>>40610844
>[ ] Test the waters to see how he feels about you changing fate
and before he can slap us to hell
>[ ] Tell him that you and Melissa are a thing

>>40610844
>>[ ] Test the waters to see how he feels about you changing fate
>>[ ] Tell him about your mission

>>40610844
>[ ] Tell him that you and Melissa are a thing
>[ ] Test the waters to see how he feels about you changing fate

>>40610844
>[ ] Test the waters to see how he feels about you changing fate
>[ ] Tell him that you and Melissa are a thing
So when did Giles reach the orphanage?

>writing

>>40610969
It's early afternoon

>>40611073
So when did Pitre create the orphanage and find Giles?

>>40611192
As to when he made the orphanage, you could ask him about that. But around the end of the Laust-Alka-habra war is a good guess. Never a shortage of orphans after a war.

As for the second, as far as he knows Giles was a doorstep baby

“So… there was something I wanted to run by you” You say.
“What is it?” He asks.
“Well… theoretically speaking, if you knew what sort of bad things Fate had in store for the people you loved, and had a way to change it. What would you do?” You ask.

“I would do it” He says.
“Really?” You ask. “I thought you were a priest of the Fates”
“I am a priest, but not of the fates” He says.

“So… what are you a priest of?” You ask.
“In the oldest tales, the gods were two sides of a single coin” He says. “Fate on one side, Chance on the other”
“And you worship… the god of chance?” You ask.
“No” He says. “Like in all things, there must be balanced. You cannot have a coin with only one side”
“So… both equally?” You ask.

Pitre smiles and nods.

“Huh” You say. “I always just kind of assumed it was the Fates”
“You were no wrong, but you were not all right” He says. “Now, if you have nothing further, I should go and greet your friends”

“Oh! Right… so… Melissa and I… we’re uhhh… kind of a thing now” You say.
“Really? How strange, I always thought she was…” He trails off. “Never mind. I am happy for you. We’ll have to celebrate some time”

>[ ] Pressure him to finish that sentence

>[ ] Let it slide, introduce him to Marcy and Kuma

>>40611517
>[ ] Pressure him to finish that sentence

>>40611517
>[ ] Pressure him to finish that sentence

>>40611517
>>[ ] Pressure him to finish that sentence
I FUCKING CALLED IT. SHE'S GONNA BE SCREWIN' A MAID WHEN WE GET BACK.

>writing

>>40611599
i would assume that hes thinking about klaus

“Hang on, you always thought she was… what?” You ask.
“Well, I always thought she was gay” He says.
“Gay? Really?” You ask.

“You missed quite a bit, Giles” He says. “You should’ve seen the look she used to get whenever she heard that Laura was coming to visit”
“That doesn’t mean she’s… y’know” You say.
“Well, obviously not” He says. “I’ll admit I’m not the best judge of these things”

“Heh heh… yeah” You say.
“But regardless. I am happy for the two of you” He says.
“Th-thanks…” You say.

“Now, come introduce me to your lady friends” He says.

Pitre leads you towards the place where Kuma and Marcy are standing. Though what he told you still lingers in your head.

Couldn’t hurt to shoot her a letter about it… Hell, you should write to her at some point anyway.

>[1/2]

>>40612027

Hang on… “Where’s Selene?” You ask Marcy.
Marcy points over to another area of the yard, where Selene is gleefully running about with the other children.

“When did that happen?” You ask.
“The other kids came up and asked if she wanted to play with them” Marcy says. “She gave me the puppy-dog eyes, I had to let her go”
“She’s having fun, so I can’t complain” You say. “I doubt she’s had the chance to play with kids her age before”
“Now that I think about it, I don’t think she has either” Marcy says.

“You seem strangely familiar” Pitre says.
“Ah, right” You say.

You totally forgot why you came over here.

>[ ] Introduce them

>[ ] Let them introduce themselves

>>40612175
>[ ] Introduce them

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>>40612175
>>[ ] Let them introduce themselves
This'll be her test, to see if she's willing to 'come out'.

Also
>“Well, I always thought she was gay” He says.

IT BEGINS.

>>40612175
>>[ ] Let them introduce themselves

>writing

‘You have… technically” You say.

Pitre looks confused.

“I-I…” Marcy says, struggling to get her words together.

“I’m Kuma” Kuma says, bowing politely. “Giles’s assistant. Pleased to make your acquaintance”
“Indeed” Pitre says. “When did you get an assistant?”
“In Harth” You say.
“Ah, of course” He says. “But just what do you do that would require an assistant?”
“I’m Harth’s new spymaster” You say.

“Hang on, you mean… you actually work?” Pitre asks. “For a living?”
“Well yeah… of course I-…” You stop. “Are you crying?”
“No!” Pitre says. “Why would I shed tears at the news that the son I had long since given up hope on finally found gainful employment?”

“Har har” You say.

“I’m Marcella!” Marcy finally blurts out. “P-pleased to meet you!”
“Marcella… ahhh. I see it now” He says. “So you're Marcellus’s sister?”

You cover your face with your hand, and Marcy looks mortified by the idea of actually having to explain it to your father…

>Help her out?

>>40612602
Lets give her a hand. Though she does need to get better at this.

>>40612602
help

>>40612602
Put a hand on her shoulder, give her a smile, silently let her know we're here for support.

>writing

“You good?” You ask her, putting a hand on her shoulder.
“Uhhhh…” She says quietly. “This is a bit harder than I thought it would be”
“Relax, I’m right here” You say, rubbing her back.

“Is everything all right?” Pitre asks.
“Yeah, just give her a second” You say.

“Uhh… I am Marcellus” Marcy says. “M-marcella is my real name”

It takes a few moments for Father Pitre to register this. “Oh… I see” He says. “Terribly sorry about that”
“I-it’s fine… this is something I’ve got to get used to at some point” She says.

“So… were you a girl masquerading as a boy, or are you a boy now masquerading as a girl?” Pitre asks.
“The first one” You say, choosing to spare Marcy from Pitre’s apparent cluelessness.

“I see” He says, extending his hand. “Well, it’s nice to meet you again Marcella”
“L-likewise” She says.

“Well, you might as well come and sit down” He says. “or I could have Coswell show you to your rooms so you can unpack”

>[ ] Sit

>[ ] Rooms

>[ ] Other

>>40613083
>[ ] Sit
still need to tell best dad about whats going on

>>40613083
>>[ ] Sit

>writing

You stretch your arms and head back to where you were sitting with Pitre earlier.

“So, a real job huh?” Pitre asks. “How’d you manage to land that?”
“I asked nicely” you say.
“You asked nicely to become Harth’s spymaster?” Pitre asks.

“I had already hired Kuma and her brethren at that point” You say. “I had the resources, and Harth was lacking”
“So if you’re the spymaster, why are you out here and not there?” He asks.

You point to Selene, who is still playing with the other children. “Laura wanted to make sure she stayed safe” You say.
“By sending her across the country?” He asks. “Would she not be safe in Harthren?
“Not as safe” You say. “Laura is worried that there are traitors in their midst, so she sent us away to keep her safe”

“That does raise further questions” He says.
“Like?” You ask.
“Like why the safety of one child is so important that they’d send their spymaster away” He says.

>[ ] Tell him

>[ ] Make something up

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>[ ] Tell him

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>[ ] Tell him

>>40613500
>>[ ] Tell him

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>[ ] Tell him

>writing

“Because Roderick’s ultimate goal is to have Selene in the palace so that she can be killed on the dark night in 2 months” You say.
“Why?” He asks.
“Because that is Fate’s course” You say.

“Is that why you were asking me about that earlier?” He asks.
“Yes” You say.
“I was not aware that Fate could be changed” He says.
“It can… if you’re a devil” You say.

“I thought so” He says.
“You thought what?” You ask.
“You have not always been good at hiding things, Giles” He says. “You have failed to give your Name on several occasions when a normal person would have been compelled”

“Have I really?” You ask.

Pitre nods.
“And you caught them?” You ask.
“I thought little of them until now, though they did seem strange at the time” He says.

>[ ] And you didn’t kill me for it?

>[ ] I guess I’ve been sloppy in the past too…

>[ ] Other

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>>[ ] And you didn’t kill me for it?
>>[ ] I guess I’ve been sloppy in the past too…

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>>>[ ] And you didn’t kill me for it?

Wow,
>>>[ ] I guess I’ve been sloppy in the past too…

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>[ ] I guess I’ve been sloppy in the past too…

>writing

“Hang on… if you noticed, why didn’t you kill me the way you’re supposed to with nameless children?” You ask.

“And allow the tenets of a belief I do not follow to make me do something I had no desire to do again?” he asks. “Never. Better to let a devil grow into a man than to murder a child that has committed no crime”

“Huh” You say. “Well… thanks, I guess. Though the ‘committed no crime’ bit is a little off”
“Bah, you were a good kid where it counted” He says. “Besides, in letting you live, you went on to save another.”

“That’s true… I guess” You say.
“So what purpose would killing you serve?” he says. “I say, if fate’s design requires the death of innocents, then maybe it is time we reconsidered our part in it”

And that's all for tonight, I hope you guys still enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it.

Next thread will be sometime during the week. Still not sure when, but I'll definitely try to squeeze in a thread before the week is through.

As always I'll be sticking around for question/suggestion time!

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>“I say, if fate’s design requires the death of innocents, then maybe it is time we reconsidered our part in it”

Pitre confirmed for best dad

Great thread as always!

Thanks for running even if I didn't get to participate!

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Thanks for running, man.