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With a bowl of the most sugary cereal I can find in hand, I walk over to the kitchen table and take a seat next to Irene, who is in the middle of messing around with her phone.

"Hm?" Irene looks up to glance at me. "You're eating -again-?"
"I'm not just being a glutton if that's what you're implying," I reply. "Theresa really wore me out and I'm going to pass out if I don't get something else in my stomach."
"Oh," she says, looking at my bowl. "I'm not sure if that's actually how it works, but go ahead."

Irene's attention seems to be somewhere else right now... even though she's tapping her phone's screen, it doesn't seem like she's actually paying attention to it.


>pry into the irene's personal matters
>it's none of my business

>IT'S NONE OF MY BUSINESS

>>43716201
>pry into the irene's personal matters
"Is there something you want to talk about? You seem a million miles away right now... err, wait, that's a bad way to phrase it."

>>43716201
>>pry into the irene's personal matters
best girls should not be sad

>>43716201
>pry into the irene's personal matters
Ask if she's having problems with her clones.

>>43716201
>pry into the irene's personal matters

>>43716201
>pry into the irene's personal matters

>>43716201
>>pry into the irene's personal matters

>Looks at sup/tg/
>Checks the FD save.
>Cereal and arson.
WELP! maybe we should have had TOAST instead of cereal for breakfast.

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>>43716656

>>43716773
I think you might want to look at that one again.

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>writing

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"........." I eat a few spoonfuls of cereal while Irene just kind of sits there. "Hey."
"Mm?" she doesn't even look up from her phone.
"Umm, is there something wrong that you wanted to talk about?" I ask. "You seem a million miles a... never mind."

Bad turn of phrase right there.

"Oh..." Irene puts down her phone. "Sorry, my mind was somewhere else."
"Clone stuff?" I ask.
"Heh, you could put it like that," she replies with a wistful smile. "Some stuff went down and now my sister's chewing me out over it."
"Ohhh," I cringe.


>[1/?]

>>43717490
>[2/2]

"Sorry," I say, "I know how that must feel."
"At least it's in person this time," Irene replies. "Usually she just tell at me over the phone."

I can't imagine why she'd prefer to be yelled at in person instead of over the phone.

"Anyways," Irene sighs, "stuff like that has a tendency to throw off the concentration of all of 'me' because of emotional stuff. Don't worry about me though, I'll be fine."
"That's not the first time you've said that to me," I reply.
"Well I'm still here, aren't I?" she shrugs.


>demand specifics
>she said that it didn't have anything to do with me so that's good enough

>>43717634
>Pat her head.

>>43717634
>Comfort the Irene

>>43717634
>"You ever feel like you need to talk, me and Theresa are always available."

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>writing

>>43716656
Well, you know what they say. All toasters toast toast!

>>43718177
You don't put toast in a toaster anon.

>>43718309
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hv7jvyslRek

You'd be surprised.

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Irene's smiling at me just like always, but I dunno... it just seems empty. Like she's just telling me that she's okay so I'll leave her alone.

Well if you ever feel like you need to talk about what's bugging you," I say, "you know where to find me. Since, you know, we kind of live together now."
"Thanks," Irene replies.
"And I'm sure that Theresa would also be happy to listen to your troubles, what with her being your girlfriend and all," I wink. "It might even help you two grow closer~"

My exaggerated swooning actually succeeds in breaking through Irene's depression and she actually goes so far as to turn away from me in order to keep from laughing. I start to consider pushing it even further, but eh. I should probably give her at least SOME space.


>[1/?]

>>43718443
>[2/2]


With my attention focused back onto it, my cereal doesn't last very long at all. But I must say, after drinking that delicious sugary cinnamon-saturated milk that's left over in the bottom of the bowl, I'm feeling much better. And considering that I got that Synapse not too long ago, I guess I finished just in time to-

"Hello..." Charlotte peeks her head into the kitchen, spooking the living hell out of me.
"Wha-" I break into a coughing fit. "Charlotte, how did you-"
"Umm, your father caught me just as I was walking up the front steps," Charlotte laughs. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."
"No, it's fine," I shake my head.

I really need to learn to not be so jumpy.


>invite the charlotte into the kitchen
>let's head into an irene-free room

>>43718692
>>let's head into an irene-free room

>>43718692
>>invite the charlotte into the kitchen
Slowly acclimatize her to the Irene.

>>43718692
>let's head into an irene-free room

>>43718692
>let's head into an irene-free room

>>43718692
>>invite the charlotte into the kitchen

>>43718692
>let's head into an irene-free room

Irene clearly is dealing with shit of some form from her sister, don't need to increase her burdens.

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>writing

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Irene's clearly dealing with some stuff at the moment, and I kind of doubt that Charlotte'll be in any way understanding of that. So instead of risking potential conflict, I take Charlotte into the living room so we can talk there.

"So Cecile..." Charlotte smiles as she sits down next to me on the couch, "...you seem to be back to your usual self."
"Oh," I groan as memories of PAIN resurface in my mind, "yeah, I've mostly recovered."
"Well I'm happy to see that," she replies.

It takes all my self-control to respond with a lame line like "well I'm happy to see you." Even I have more shame than that.


>[1/?]

>>43719204
>[2/2]

"How long did Theresa have you running, anyways?" Charlotte asks. "Because you did not sound like yourself when you called me."
"Four blocks," I reply, shuddering at the memory. "Four blocks of pain."
"...are you serious?" she stares at me. "That's all?"
"Umm, yeah?"
"Honestly, Cecile..." she places a hand on her forehead, "...I love you to death but sometimes you're just pathetic."

for once the weed speaks the truth

you are beyond pathetic

"Yeah, yeah," I grumble. "I know I suck and that's why I have Theresa helping me with this."


>let's get to bizness
>let's talk about other things

>>43719386
>>let's get to bizness
Business before... you know.

>>43719386
>Mention that CC gets better each day. One day she too can run several blocks without nearly collapsing!

>let's get to bizness

>>43719386
>let's get to bizness

>>43719386

>let's get to bizness

Who is best girl?

>>43719456
It's you, anon.

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I found this when I stumbled though the net archelon. So is this what you look like?

>>43719549
It actually took me ten seconds to realize that's a...

black mage.

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>>43719549
No, it is not.
I would never cosplay Final Fantasy.


>writing

>>43719549
Arch is bearded, son.

>>43719675
Neckbeard?

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>>43719731
No.

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>>43719598
"Final Fantasy" is pretty broad these days.

Is Archelon qt?

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"And for your information, I've been IMPROVING every day," I say, crossing my arms. "When we first started, my limit was two blocks. Before you know it, I'll be able to run like a whole mile without collapsing."
"Suuuure," Charlotte laughs while ruffling my hair in a most patronizing manner. "Make sure you tell me whenever that happens, okay? I'd love to go for a mile-long jog with you."

I bat her hand away.

"Cut it out," I mumble. "We can't all just copy bears or whatever to get good at running."
"Psh," Charlotte turns up her nose at me. "I've been fit my entire life, thank you very much. My Branch is only a boost, not a crutch."
"Yeah, yeah," I mumble. "That's enough bodyshaming for one day."
"What shaming?" Charlotte pouts. "I happen to be very fond of your body..."

Before I'm able to do anything to counter, Charlotte reaches over and starts tickling my sides.


>[1/?]

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>>43719794

"Gaaaah, stop!" I choke out as Charlotte viciously attacks my delicate midsection. "You know I can't-"
"But it's so much fun," Charlotte giggles in delight. "And this is what you get for thinking that I was calling you fat."
"I didn't-"
"You're only soft, and just the kind of soft that's fun to do -this- with!"

Never have I hated the fact that she's so much stronger than I am more than right now.


>[2/?]

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>>43719860

"Hey Cecile, you okay in there?" my father peeks into the room. "...oh." He immediately turns right back around. "Carry on."

The embarrassment of having an outside witness to my being violated like this somehow makes the tickling feel even more horrible than it already did, and I soon find myself completely worn out all over again.

"Eheh, I guess I went a little too far," Charlotte says as she positions my lifeless frame so that my head's resting on her lap. "It was still fun though, right?"
"You're evil," I mumble while doing my best to get my breathing back right again.


>[3/?]

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>>43719903
>[4/4]


"When's Theresa going to be here?" Charlotte asks while gently stroking my hair.
"Whenever I call her," I mumble. "She said she'd be over as fast as she can once I did."
"...hm."

Suddenly her hand stops.

"If she hasn't left yet, I could just have us take a taxi over to her house and pick her up from there," Charlotte says. "Then she could direct us to wherever this place is that she wanted to check out is."


>sounds like a good idea
>I dunno if she'd be okay with that

>>43719932
>sounds like a good idea

>>43719932
>sounds like a good idea

>inb4 Theresa has just been waiting outside of our house for us to call.

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>>43719780
>"Final Fantasy" is pretty broad these days.
My RPG franchise of choice is Tales.


>writing

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"Sounds like a good enough idea," I mumble. "If nothing else, it'll save us some time."

I feel kind of guilty about having Charlotte shell out to help with this situation that she's not even involved with but she'd probably get offended if I refused her. And, well... it's better than having Theresa walk over here and then we all walk wherever it is that this burnt-down mansion is supposed to be.

I have had more than enough walking for one day. Or a lifetime.

"Okay then," Charlotte replies. "Just give her a call then and I'll take care of the taxi."
"'Kay," I mumble.

Still resting my head on Charlotte's lap[, I fish around in my pocket until I find my phone.

"Umm," Charlotte looks down at me, "Mind moving? It's kind of awkward for me to talk on the phone with you right there."
"Meh," I reply. "I'm still sore from all that tickling so I'm gonna stay where I am until I feel like it."
"C'mon, Cecile," she groans.
"This's payback for that tickling."

After shifting my head so that I'm nice and comfortable on Charlotte's warm thighs, I bring my phone up to eye-level and send Theresa a quick text.

"me+charlotte r takin taxi 2 ur house meet u ther," I type out.


>[1/?]

>>43720350
>Still resting my head on Charlotte's lap[, I fish around in my pocket until I find my phone.
You can never catch them all, turtle.

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>>43720350
>"me+charlotte r takin taxi 2 ur house meet u ther,"

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>>43720350
>[2/2]

Maybe five minutes after Charlotte calls for a taxi, we hear its horn beeping out of the house and I am sadly forced to get up from my most comfortable resting place. After announcing that I'm leaving (so that my parents don't think I've been kidnapped again), me and Charlotte file out of the house and into the car.

I don't even know why I'm surprised to see Theresa waiting out on her porch for our arrival, and she hurries into the taxi once it stops in front of her house.

"Nice to see you again, Theresa," Charlotte says to her as she slides in next to me.
"Umm, yeah," Theresa replies with a faint smile. "Looks like you're back to your usual self..."
"Thanks in no small part to you," Charlotte replies. "Now that's -two- life debts I owe you."
"It's not that big a deal, really," she mumbles as her face starts to become flushed.


>leave it to the theresa to direct the taxi to our destination
>I had some ideas about what we'll be doing... (specify what)

>>43720449
>>leave it to the theresa to direct the taxi to our destination
Let’s not talk about it too much in front of the driver.

>>43720449
>leave it to the theresa to direct the taxi to our destination
Are we still wearing running clothes? I forget...

>>43720478
Cecile got changed after she took a shower and everyone's in their normal duds.

>>43720449
>>leave it to the theresa to direct the taxi to our destination

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>writing

>>43720449
>>I had some ideas about what we'll be doing... (specify what)
Drive near the scene and approach sneakily on foot?

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Fifteen minutes later, the three of us find ourselves standing on a street corner in a really freaking upscale-looking neighborhood. Like, the houses around here are like three times bigger than my own house and probably go for ten times more.

"I bet you're at home in a place like this, huh," Theresa says, glancing at Charlotte.
"Not particularly," Charlotte replies with a shrug. "My father's place is pretty removed from the rest of the area and it's about a fifteen-minute walk to our nearest neighbors."

Eheh... so basically, her place is an even more insanely rich area. I don't know why I'm even surprised, her father bought an entire freaking HOTEL on a whim.


>[1/?]

>>43720616
>[2/2]

After about a block's worth of walking, I can definitely see the charred remains of what was once a roof in the distance.

"That's the place?" I ask.
"Yup," Theresa replies. "I was hoping that maybe we could find some kind of clue to who that masked guy was... the creepy fuck," she grimaces.


>we are stealth lesbians!
>approach the area like normal looky-loo peoples

>>43720656
>>we are stealth lesbians!
Sadly, we need to stay together for this. Still worth it.

>>43720656
>>we are stealth lesbians!
ninja skills!

>>43720656
>>we are stealth lesbians!

>>43720656
>we are stealth lesbians!

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>writing

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I hold out my hand to Theresa

"Huh?" she stares at it.
"We're sneaking in, right?" I ask.
"...oh yeah," she sighs. "Yeah, that was the plan since I doubt the owners or the police would appreciate us trespassing."
"Okay then," I nod.

Theresa takes my hand and then extends her other one to Charlotte.

"Since you're here too..." she says.
"That won't be necessary," Charlotte replies, shaking her head.
"Umm, I dunno if you think you'll be okay just because you're rich, but..."
"That's not what I mean."

Charlotte points at a gray-and-white cat that's lounging in a nearby mansion's massive lawn.

"I'll borrow her over there and one of the songbirds overhead," she glances upward. "That way, I'll be able to investigate without getting in your way."
"I guess that makes sense," Theresa shrugs, "but you won't be able to see or hear either of us once I turn on my power."


>theresa's right, you should join the handholding chain
>charlotte will probably be alright with her plan

>>43720756
>charlotte will probably be alright with her plan
She can get a different viewpoint and we can compare notes or whatever after.

>>43720756
>charlotte will probably be alright with her plan

>>43720756
Actually, what happens if one of her animals is hidden?
>It’s her choice.

>>43720756
>charlotte will probably be alright with her plan

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>writing

>>43720756
>>charlotte will probably be alright with her plan

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"What if one of her animals is hidden under your cloaking thing?" I ask.
"Eh?" Theresa furrows her brow. "Uh... I have no idea. Charlotte?"

She simply shrugs.

"I guess it's worth a try then," Theresa says. "Assuming you have something small that won't hold us up."
"Loki would be perfect in a situation like this," Charlotte frowns, "but his wing is still broken so I had to leave him back in the hotel. And Rhaccy would stand out too much so I didn't bring him either."

Charlotte looks around until she notices a black... crow?

"You'll do, I guess," Charlotte says as she has it fly over and perch on Theresa's shoulder.
"Uh," Theresa makes a disgusted face as she eyes the bird that's now on her. "I'm not gonna catch fleas or mites or something from this guy, am I?"
"Kill yourself."

Theresa stares at Charlotte, obviously shocked by what she said... but soon it becomes clear that she wasn't the one who was being ordered to die. All at once, a small cloud of what looks kind of like the gnats that fill the evening air in summer floats off of the crow and lands in the nearby grass.

"There you go, he's mite-free," Charlotte says.


>[1/?]

>>43720864
We'll never have to swat away bugs ever again!

>>43720864
Char could do easy money as pest exterminator. Success guaranteed!

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>>43720864

"...thanks," Theresa says, still looking pretty uneasy by this whole thing. And then she lets go of my hand and blinks out of existence.
"Wow this is strange," Charlotte says with a puzzled look on her face. "Yeah I can see you, but I can't? It's like having an object in front of one eye but not the other."
"So you can see her?" I ask.
"The bird can see and hear her fine," she replies, "but I myself am sensing nothing from her presence at all.

Theresa then reappears, complete with a slightly painful Synapse.

"Great," she says. "It looks like Cecile's idea was a good one after all."

And I suddenly find myself the happy recipient of a congratulatory kiss on the cheek.


>[2/?]

>>43720912
>And I suddenly find myself the happy recipient of a congratulatory kiss on the cheek.
From Theresa? Oh shit...

>>43720925
From Charlotte.

>>43720912

With my amazing plan having been proven effective, Theresa takes my hand and we make our way to the charred remains of the house. Charlotte follows not too far behind us, walking nonchalantly like she totally belongs here.

"Bleh..." I say, looking at the police tape that's surrounding the property line.
"We'll be fine," Theresa replies. "Just step over it."

This is one of those times that I'm really glad that I'm wearing pants.

After crossing the police line, we approach the front door of the burnt mansion. It's completely ruined, and the burnt smell is still fresh in the air.

"This place used to look really nice," Theresa says as she leads me around the side of the house. "Too bad the guy who owned it's an asshole."

Oh yeah. The stolen art.


>[3/?]

>>43720968
>[4/4]

With some effort on my part, we're able to actually enter the house proper through a massive hole in what was once the outer wall.

"Watch your step," Theresa says to me. "This whole place's burnt to hell and I don't want you to fall through the floor."
"Umm, yeah..."

I really don't feel safe in here.

I find myself holding onto Theresa's hand tighter and tighter as I make an active effort to trace her steps through what remains of this place as exactly as I can. As we make our way deeper inside, the place starts to resemble one of those zombie videogame mansions more and more...

"This's where the art was displayed," Theresa says, pointing to a few vertical beams. "It used to be a huge gallery room... I don't see any frames now though so I guess that guy completely cleaned the place out."


>ask the theresa about the mysterious masked thief
>focus in investigating the area

>>43720999
>>focus in investigating the area

Perception roll!

>>43720999
>ask the theresa about the mysterious masked thief
I guess we could ask about his movements within the gallery

>>43720999
>focus in investigating the area

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last
>writing
of the night.

>>43720999
>focus in investigating the area

The stench of burnt -everything- is pretty overwhelming and my eyes are starting to sting, but I persevere, holding onto Theresa's hand while also doing my best to look around myself. Unfortunately, there isn't all that much to actually see. Just burnt walls and charred support beams (that are thankfully still intact or else the ceiling would fall in on us) and melted plastic.

"This is where he came in from, I think," Theresa says, pointing at a few beams that somehow managed to still resemble the general shape of a wall. "...but there's nothing behind it. except more rooms."
"Hm," I nod.

Taking a closer look at the wall in case he did something to it, I hold my glasses close to my eyes and peer at it...

"Huh?"

The hell is that?


>[1/?]

>>43721090
>The hell is that?
A clue!

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>>43721090

"What's wrong?" Theresa leans in. "You found something?"
"That," I say, pointing at a white something jammed into what looks to be the remains of the wall and an electrical outlet.
"Umm, I don't see anything," Theresa shrugs.

Since pointing clearly isn't helping, I make a little spotlight to shine on the exact area that I'm talking about.

"That," I say. "You see it now?"
"......oh," she sighs. "sorry, the lighting in here is shit and I don't exactly have night vision like you do."

you make up for each other's weaknesses


>[2/?]

>>43721117
> Over-chan still shipping
disgusting

>>43721122
Over-chan a cute!

>>43721117
>[3/3]

Theresa pulls out a latex glove from her pocket, then uses her teeth to hold it in place while she forces her hand into it. Once she's satisfied with the fit, she kneels down and reaches towards the area that I've illuminated.

"Yeah, that's definitely a thing," she says in a half-whisper as she pries a slightly charred piece of cardboard and looks it over.
"What is it?" I ask.
"Looks like a card," she replies.

Once she's standing back up, Theresa flips the card over and holds it up so that it's at eye level for both of us.

"You have been visited by the mysterious thief... Faceless?" Theresa says in an absolutely disgusted tone of voice.

>>43721154
Oh no. He's just a huge weeb.

That's it for tonight's thread, folks. Hopefully thread activity will pick back up now that the storyline's starting to.

The next thread will be on Sunday night.


and now questions

>>43721161
Is Faceless looking forwards to getting Persona 5?

>>43721161
Did you ever wonder how often your readership changes throughout a single session? (I’m one of those on-and-off people who are there for maybe two thirds of the session, if even that)

Thank you for the thread.

>>43721161
What type of music does each girl listen to?

>>43721191
Yeah, sometimes I'm up for the first post before I go to bed, but usually I sleep through the start and get up for the last 2-3 votes.

>>43721204
>>43721191
Sort of the same here. Sometimes I fall asleep. This thread I had to go out for four hours or so.

>>43721180
>Is Faceless looking forwards to getting Persona 5?
MYSTERIES

>>43721191
>Did you ever wonder how often your readership changes throughout a single session? (I’m one of those on-and-off people who are there for maybe two thirds of the session, if even that)
I usually have anywhere from five to eight people voting at the start of threads, then it steadily drops down in the middle and eventually picks back up as I'm finishing up. I blame my crappy hours.

>>43721202
>What type of music does each girl listen to?
>reposted from a long time ago:
>Cecile listens to whatever the people around her listen to.
>Theresa likes anime and game music.
>Mina likes anime and game music, along with her parents' collection of oldskool R&B.
>Charlotte doesn't really have any preferences.
Irene likes europop.
>Allison is strictly top-40 garbage on the radio.


And now I pass out. Thanks for playing!

For further questioning:
http://maouzenigame.tumblr.com/

Game production blog:
https://studioarchelon.wordpress.com/

>>43721238
>All that shit taste
Though it would be GREAT of Irene introduced the cast to the Eurovision Song Contest.

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>>43721267
Oh shit, I just remembered that the quest is set in 2014. That's the year the bearded transvestite won, wasn't it?

>>43721267
>>43721300
And if it's the 19th of April today, and the finals is on the 10th of May, it is pretty feasable that we'll get to see it.

>>43721122
>Thinking not giving up on your waifu is a bad thing.

>>43722258
Overshine needs to commit murder before being in a position to waifu anyone.