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>>44817163
[2/3]

“Well.” You shrug, staring blankly up at the gray ceiling. “I mean… nice to have a free history lesson. My mom always did tell me to learn things when I can, even if I didn’t want to. So, thanks for that.” Streucker’s smile fades back into annoyance. “If you’re looking to brainwash me to serve your cause, forget it. I’d rather be dead than be a Nazi.”

Baroness von Streucker tugs at the fingers of her gloves, closely examining you. “Hm, hm. Do you know why I hate germs?” You still stare up at the ceiling, barely acknowledging her. “I grew up in a slum, in a time when the Fatherland was still recovering from the effects of the Great War. Everybody was poor, money was worthless, we lived in squalor. I remember I was so ill when I was a child, yet my family could not afford medicine no matter how much my mother whored herself out or how much my father gambled.” She hisses a bit at that last word. “We lived in absolutely horrid –filth- because of your country. And you still believe it is the greatest in the world?”

“I know it’s not the greatest country in the world, but it’s better than yours,” you growl.

“Hmph.” Streucker walks over to the other side, next to her husband Zähne, then leans over closer to you. “You are stubborn. Anyone else I would admire it. But in this case, for you, it is dreadfully annoying. So I ask that you stop it before we turn to more drastic measures.”

“Like what?” Streucker quirks her brow. “Let me tell you, even if you break me, my friends will come for me, and they will tear you down. And even if they don’t. Someone else will. There’s always people like you and Mussolini and Hitler. And as long as there are, there’ll be people like me to cut you down.”

>>44817169
[3/3]

“A fine speech,” she says. She rolls up her sleeve, checking her watch. “I must tend to my duties, I cannot spend the entire day torturing you-“ She yelps, looking at Zähne. “… di- Did you-“ You noticed that Zähne’s hand was getting dangerously close to her butt, but you didn’t say anything. “I am in the middle of something, do not embarrass me, Zähne!” Zähne grunts, patting her cheek. “Ugh! You insufferable dog!” She stomps her foot, marching to the door. “Come here! I will bring a guard to watch her.” Zähne chuckles a little, patting Streucker’s butt again. “Stop that!” She slams the door behind her.

…

“Kirby?” you croak. “Are you there?”

“Yes,” he says. He appears on your shoulder. “It took some time to evade the guards, but yes, I am here for you. Do you require my assistance?”

“Can you break my cuffs?” you ask.

“Anti-magic.” He taps your handcuffs strapping you to the chair. A spark of green energy flies out, invalid. “And with that collar on you as well, I am unable to power you up. Suffice to say, you are in a pickle.”

Hm. There must be some way.

> No, no. You can wait for your friends. They will come for you.
> “See if you can trick a guard into letting me go. I won’t need my power up to escape I don’t think.”
> “Slip a bobby pin or a screwdriver or something to me, I can probably crack these locks.”
> Other

I dislike how /tg/ how can basically be a fanfic site at times.

>>44817186

> “Slip a bobby pin or a screwdriver or something to me, I can probably crack these locks.”

>>44817186
> “Slip a bobby pin or a screwdriver or something to me, I can probably crack these locks.”

>>44817186
>“Slip a bobby pin or a screwdriver or something to me, I can probably crack these locks.”

>>44817163
I find it laughable she's using this as a way to brainwash personally.

Yes, America did pretty bad shit in the past... but the Nazis are doing really bad shit right this instance! Are we just going to ignore that because our faith in our past shaken us? We can make up for it by stopping similar shit right this very instance!

>>44817186
> No, no. You can wait for your friends. They will come for you.

>>44817292
Nazis gonna, uh, zi.

>>44817186
>“Slip a bobby pin or a screwdriver or something to me, I can probably crack these locks.”

>>44817192
Fanfic of what, anon?

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>>44817186

> “Slip a bobby pin or a screwdriver or something to me, I can probably crack these locks.”

Time to show off our skills.

>>44817192
Sorry Anon, does our badwrongfun bother you that much?

> “Slip a bobby pin or a screwdriver or something to me, I can probably crack these locks.”

“Find me something to crack these locks.” He nods, bouncing around the room, trying to find something to fit into the lock. “A bobby pin or a screwdriver, anything long and thin.” He nods, searching around, jumping from counter and cabinet. You wait and stare up at the ceiling until then.

You wonder how Alena is doing. Hopefully they haven’t done anything to her.

Kirby hops up onto your arm, holding a sharp metal tool of some kind. Probably an awl or something. “Will this do?” You nod, then motion for him to jam it into a lock. He carefully hangs off of it, turning and jimmying the tool until finally, you hear a click. You pull your arm free and then grab the tool from him. You quickly jam it into the lock, then hurriedly pick and pick until finally you’re free from the restraints. You look around the room.

Vent? No, too small for you. Door is too obvious.

Darn it. There’s probably guards outside too. Kirby’s ears prick up, as do yours.

A guard’s coming. You quickly lock the door and look around, think, think, think…

There’s a knock at the door. Kirby transform back into an earring and hangs onto your ear. “Hey! Open the door! What is going on there!?”

> Scream loudly.
> “Kirby, answer him.”
> Remain silent and hide.
> Other

>>44817861
>> Other
How the fuck am I supposed to open the door when I'm strapped down (get ready to fight him if he get in. might want to strap him into the restraints afterwards)

>>44817861
> Remain silent and hide.

Screaming will attract more guards, and Kirby's a terrible liar.

>>44817861
>Scream loudly.
"Get me some POPCORN to go with the movie!"

>>44817861
>> “Kirby, answer him.”
"Ze prisoner iz being interrogated. Do not disturb."

>>44817861
>>44817920
Might as well try the buff!

>>44817927
Shit, that was supposed to be bLuff. Not buff! No nudity!

>>44817861
>What? You not got anything more important to do than snoop around interrogations?

>>44817927
It would probably throw the guards off if we answered the door naked.

>>44817985
I dunno if Libby could pull off the seduction-escape, alas.

>>44817861
>Remain silent and hide.

>>44818027
She could easily pull it if Knives was guarding.

>>44818027
She's way too innocent to be able to pull that off. At least as far as I'm aware.

>>44818065
Naaah. Oh, she'd certainly distract, but no way would Libby manage to stay cool under Knives' leering eyes. She'd bail too early and get in trouble.

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>>44818111
>>44818065
You guys are implying that Knives will look but not touch.

>>44818164
Obviously Libby would nope out long before that part.

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>>44818027
>>44818072

She could try her best Sumire impression. Then feel horrible and guilty about it and spend days trying to make it up to Sumire without actually admitting what she did out of embarrassment.

>>44818164
>More than an hour of movies without coke or popcorn
Vs
>Knives

Hmmm...

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>>44818164
Libby: Look with your eyes, not with your hands!
Knives: [rubs eyes on Libby]

>>44818223
At least Knives would get so caught up in the sexual assault she'd leave herself open for a beatdown.

>>44818164
That reminds me, what happened to the Nazi trio we captured? Has the little sister nazi girl, um, recovered from her time with Knives? I sure hope so, perhaps she found a nice baseball playing American boy to teach her the wonders of organized sports.

Older sister needs to get laid desperately though. Maybe have hatesex with an Italian or something.

>>44818445
Currently still in custody and being interrogated for information. Like Sackie, they're also awaiting reintegration with society after a quick evaluation of their mental state.

>>44818475
How enhanced are the interrogation techniques?

Rolled 2 (1d2)

Right, I think it's between having Kirby answer and remaining silent and hiding so...

1. Hide
2. Kirby Kirby

>>44818500
The SSO does not torture its captives, the trio are actually quite willing. There's just a lot to take down.

>>44818475
They only give them half an chocolate bar if they refuse to answer questions... and must listen to Russian music all day

>>44818246
All the beatdown will do is arouse her further.

>>44818500
Ever seen those little plastic bags they use for evidence? The last subject couldn't fill one of those after they were done with him.

>>44818475
>reintegration with society

"Ve are with ze Girl Guides! You vill buy ze cookies!"
"Seig Smile!"
"Seig Smile!"

>>44818609
kek

> “Kirby, answer him.”

“Kirby,” you whisper. “Answer him.”

He nods, then leaps onto the door handle. “Ja, ja. Situation normal.” He sounds like they only paid him a dollar to do a radio show. “Everything is perfectly alright now, we’re fine, we’re all fine here, now. Thank you. How are you?” You knock your head into the wall. Kirby. What the heck are you doing.

“… I am fine, I guess. Is the prisoner still in there? Why is the door locked? You realize I can lock and unlock from my end, ja?” Ugh, guard, why are you playing into his hands?

“The prisoner tried to escape, so I locked the door. She is unconscious right now so we are in the process of ‘teaching her a lesson’, ja? Ja.”

“Ah, ja. I see. Okay. I will let the Mistress know.”

“No, no er… let us just keep it between us, ja? Ha, ha, ha.” You rub your face. Stop it, Kirby. Stop it. “I just want to have some fun with her first, I will call it in later.”

“I see. Alright. Do not take too long.” His footsteps slowly fade out as he walks away. Wow. That actually worked. You sigh deeply, pressing your hand against your heart. Beat still heart, this is a marathon, not a sprint.

You and Kirby slowly open the door, and peak out into the hallway. The cold stone hallway is as well lit as you remember, but it appears there are no guards for now. To your left should be the dungeon, where hopefully Alena is still located. But to your right… well anything can be to your right! “Kirby, do you have a way to break these collars?” He shakes his head. Darn. Well…

> To the right. Better to get information now, alone, without having to worry about someone.
> To the left. Free Alena now.
> Other

>>44818708
>To the left. Free Alena now.
The trumpets will sound our theme song

>>44818708
>To the right. Better to get information now, alone, without having to worry about someone.

>>44818708
> To the left. Free Alena now.

maybe she knows something

>>44818708
> To the left. Free Alena now.

>>44818708
> To the right. Better to get information now, alone, without having to worry about someone.
I have a good feeling about this.
Self testing has shown my feelings are not reliable.

>>44818708
> To the left. Free Alena now.

>>44818708
> To the right. Better to get information now, alone, without having to worry about someone.
Can get her out after.

>>44818708
>> To the left. Free Alena now.

>>44818708
>To the left. Free Alena now.
Maybe she can break the collars.

>>44818915
Doubt it, she didnt have her magic when she was being recaptured

At the very least we should make sure she's alright. Who knows what they're doing in there. They might be tickling her

>>44819071
Even the nazis wouldn't be so deplorable, anon.

>>44819092
We can only hope

>>44819071
Or calling her a mafioso.

> To the left. Free Alena now.

You open the door to the dunegoen, slowly. It appears the guards haven’t put anyone else down here. That’s good, that bereaves you of more responsibility. For now, yours is Alena and Alena only. You hurry down the steps, and find her napping on the cold hard ground. A rat nibbles at her white dress. “Hey!” You whisper. You knock on her cell bars, and she opens her eyes. When she sees you, and only you, she sits up immediately. She shoos away the rat and walks up to you, her eyes shining with hope and joy. “I’m here to bust you out.”

“Oh my goodness, thank you! Grazie mille, grazie!” You hurriedly pick the lock on her cell door. It’s a funky little fit but you manage it. With a loud click, the door quickly opens. “Ah! Grazie!” She hugs you tightly, kissing you on the cheek and the neck repeatedly. You blush a little, not sure what to do. Hopefully Sumire doesn’t see this. She pulls back. “D- do you have a plan to get out!?”

…

Ah. Her smile fades a little bit. “You don’t have a plan to get out, do you.”

You shrug. “Well, I just broke out and I have no idea where anything is so uh…” You shrug again. “I’m going to wing it, see what works.”

“That will not work here,” says Alena. “The Mistress has guards and eyes everywhere.”

“Well, how did you escape last time?” you ask.

“Well, I was small enough to fit through some of the vents,” she says. “But after that, she had the vents bolted shut. You’d need power tools to get through them. Er…” She looks around. There’s only one way into this dungeon and that’s the door you came in. She pats your chest, getting your attention. “Past the hallway will lead into the barracks where all the troops are. So uh…”

> Grab a disguise, walk out. Easy.
> Grab some weapons, bust out by force.
> Other

>>44819480
>Grab a disguise, walk out. Easy.
In our crippled state, we can't put up much of an offensive. I mean, we can still slug guards and KO them by surprise, but that's about it. We ARE a (semi-)trained boxer, after all.

>>44819480
>Grab some weapons, bust out by force.
We BJ Blazkowicz now

>>44819480
> Grab a disguise, walk out. Easy.
Awww yisss

>>44819480
>> Grab some weapons, bust out by force.
Find the armory, arms yourself to the teeth, set explosives. If we raise enough hell, maybe our friends outside will notice and swoop in.

Alternatively, hide in a laundry cart. People have escaped prisons in those... at least in books you've read.

>>44819480
>Grab a disguise, walk out. Easy.

>>44819480
> Grab some weapons, bust out by force.
Ah, that Mediterranean skinship. Sumire should take notes.

>>44819480
>Grab a disguise, walk out. Easy.

as a sterilization team.
"the mistress is concerned about the unsanitary conditions here. We are to clean everything she may touch. Let us go about our business or we will have to tell the mistress something was left dirty."

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>>44819562
This isn't Wolfenstein, though. Just shooting off a Luger will draw lots of attention. We may be an SSO agent, but we're no Blazkowicz. Now HE'S a legend.

>>44819583
There are methods of also hiding in bodybags... you know when they need to dispose of them by throwing them out into the sea. I think Count of Monte Cristo and Papillon did that trick once. Nearly killed him

>>44819652
If we don't get to punch a guy this thread, I'm gonna be very disappointed

>>44819638
Decent idea.

>>44819638
Good plan,I approve.We are the cleaning crew!

>>44819688
The cool cleaning crew.

>>44819766
Not like C shift under Rimmer. Guy's a nozzle-gunking douche.

> Grab a disguise, walk out. Easy.

“We grab some disguises,” you say. “Follow me.” She nods, and the two of you hurry out of the dungeon, down the hallway, and towards the barracks. You quietly open the door to reveal a central hub branching off into three more hallways. In the center of the hub is a desk, where a pair of guards sit listening to the radio. They’re not facing you, thankfully, which means you can sneak around them. You’re not going to steal their clothes. If someone notices they’re missing, things are going to go to heck in a handbasket.

So thus, you sneak around down one of the hallways. “Can we put baseball on?” asks one of the guards.

“We’re in Germany, what makes you think they’re playing baseba-“ The other guard stops himself. “Why do you even want to watch that American sport? It’s going to be banned when we take over that country anyway.”

“I hope not,” says the guard. “I hear the Reds are going to win the World Series.”

“… you’re such a buffoon.”

The two of you enter in what appears to be a lockeroom. Empty by the sound of things. You hurry to find something to wear. What to wear, what to wear, what to wear uh...

Wait. You grab your collar. How are you going to hide this!? Ugh!

Forget it, worry about the disguise now, uh…

> Grab those officers uniforms on the bench.
> There’s a locker open with spare trooper uniforms and masks.
> What the heck kind of suits are those on the wall? They look like big pajamas except… slippery.
> Other

>>44820077
> What the heck kind of suits are those on the wall? They look like big pajamas except… slippery.

>>44820077
>What the heck kind of suits are those on the wall? They look like big pajamas except… slippery.

Go for the fetish gear! We shall repel them with their own discomfort!

Also if they're slippery it makes us harder to grab.

>>44820077
>What the heck kind of suits are those on the wall? They look like big pajamas except… slippery.
Let's hope they're hazmat suits and not for... recreation...

>>44820077
> What the heck kind of suits are those on the wall? They look like big pajamas except… slippery.
Excellent idea for sure

>>44820077
>There’s a locker open with spare trooper uniforms and masks.

The mask might also cover up the collar, or at least make it less noticeable.

>>44820077
>> What the heck kind of suits are those on the wall? They look like big pajamas except… slippery.
Everyone will avoid you when you look weird. Brilliant!

>>44820144
Then we should grab one for Sumire.

>>44820077
>What the heck kind of suits are those on the wall? They look like big pajamas except… slippery.
Hazmat suits? Yes please.

Wait a second, aren't we a little short for a stormtrooper?

>>44820208
Libby's around 5'6-5'8 range so yeah, you're a little on the short side.

The guards will be too distracted by how adorable you look though.

>>44820077
> There’s a locker open with spare trooper uniforms and masks.
Maybe they will hide the collar.

>>44820248
This is true. Why not just charm our way through this war? That's what Shirley Temple did, and she was one of the greatest spys the allies ever had

>>44820248
Distracted or suspicious, GS?

>>44820077
Can't we pick the collar's lock?

>>44820337
Anti-magic collars always require special wire clippers to remove.

>>44820077
>> What the heck kind of suits are those on the wall? They look like big pajamas except… slippery.

>>44820077
>> What the heck kind of suits are those on the wall? They look like big pajamas except… slippery.

we could always pretend that one of the 'wolf' guards gave the collar to us to wear because... he wanted to mark us as his own?

Okay, that sounded less creepy in my head. I assume the collar looks kind of generic?

>>44820309
Yes.

>>44820299
Libby is not very charismatic.

>>44820337
The collar doesn't have a physical lock to pick. It works similarly to a ziptie in that one end has teeth on it that insert into holes in the other end of the collar. These teeth are sloped in one direction, allowing it to be easily slipped in and easily tightened. As a result, it can't be loosened at all and because of its particular construction can't be forced off through sheer strength, at least not without risk of breaking your neck.

>>44820415
It glows blue and shimmers wildly depending on the power level of the user. Other than that, pretty generic.

>>44820441
>Libby is not very charismatic.
I beg to differ! And so would Sumire.

>>44820441
Man, too bad we can't do that bullshit shonen anime 'power down' trick to hide our true strength then.

>>44820441
>Libby is not very charismatic.
Fight me

>>44820471
We can try.

> What the heck kind of suits are those on the wall? They look like big pajamas except… slippery.

-

-

After some poking and prodding, the two of you changed out into these weird suits. At least with the helmet, mask, and hood, your identity and anti-magic collar is hidden. But man, first thing’s first, it’s hard to breathe. Second, Alena had to abandon her dress, so you had to watch her take her clothes off first then get the suit on. And now the rubber or whatever the material is rubbing up against your skin. It’s a weird sensation that’s for sure. “Think they will recognize us?” asks Alena.

“We’re short, but I think we can get away with it,” you say. “Follow my lead.”

The two of you step out into the hallway, and head into the hub where the two guards have now begun to argue. Well, one is arguing, the other is just staring off into space. “Let me tell you something. They put too much praise on Joe DiMaggio. He’s not going to carry the Yankees offense on his own. He’s got a .381 average, ja, but come on!”

“I. Do. Not. Care. About baseball. Stop talking about this,” says the other guard. When the two of you walk in though, he finally sees an excuse to get out of his so-called torture. “Hey, you two. Where are you going?”

“Er…” You cough, clearing your throat. “We heard there was a place that needed sanitation. So we were just going to go and clean it before the Mistress knew about it, ja?”

[1/2]

>>44820984
[2/2]

The guard tilts his head. “Really?” You nod. “Hm. Alright. Well, make it quick. The Mistress will not tolerate sloth. Schnell, schnell.” You nod, and the two of you quickly try to hide laughter as you make it past them. Yes, they bought it! “Wait! Hold on!” The two of you stop. The guard reaches over on his transmitter, listening in. “Oh, glad you stopped. Before you take on that place, the Mistress says she needs sanitation workers to her quarters. I’ll tell her you two are going up there.”

> “Oh, no need! We’ll… surprise her.”
> “Okay, okay. Yeah, we’ll do it.”
> “Send someone else, our first task is really big and uh… yeah.”
> Other

>>44821004
> “Okay, okay. Yeah, we’ll do it.”
We can just go somewhere else once out of sight yeah?

>>44821004
>“Okay, okay. Yeah, we’ll do it.”
Stabbity stab

>>44821004
> “Okay, okay. Yeah, we’ll do it.”

>>44821004
>“Oh, no need! We’ll… surprise her.”

>>44821004
>> “Send someone else, our first task is really big and uh… yeah.”

>>44821004
>“Okay, okay. Yeah, we’ll do it.”
I bet she isn't even in there. If she sends sanitation workers to her quarters it means she thinks it's dirty.

>>44820984
>“Send someone else, our first task is really big and uh… yeah.”

Someone may have caught a cold. There was sneezing and coughing and a runny nose...Mistress will be most upset if she finds out. [shudder]

also
>...watch her take her clothes off..
Libby! Spend less time with Sumire! She's rubbing off on you!

>>44820984
>It’s a weird sensation that’s for sure
Libby gained a new quirk: plastic passion!

>>44821004
> “Oh, no need! We’ll… surprise her.”

>>44821108
>She's rubbing off on you!
We of course are speaking literally.

>>44821235
But also figuratively.

>>44821108
If we don't watch how can we be sure she's doing it correctly

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>>44821267
That's twice as much rubbing! The rubbing must stop!

>>44821235
>>44821330
This anon is right, Libby is not for lewds. Stop thinking that.

>>44821360
Rubbing is not lewd GS. Did you never get a back-rub?

>>44821382
Little leg rub never hurt nobody

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>>44821382
it cures sea sickness!

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>>44821405
When Sumire does it, it is for lewds! She is a naughty, naughty girl.

>>44821481
It's just her way of showing affection anon! Skinship, skinship!

> “Okay, okay. Yeah, we’ll do it.”

“Okay, ja. We’ll get to it then.” The two of you begin walking away.

“Hey.” You stop again. What does he want now!? You both look back at them. “Are you not going to get your equipment?” Oh. Right. You two start walking back to the lockerroom under their scrutinous eyes. After about ten minutes of figuring out what your equipment is, the two of you step out again with a cart full of cleaning items, a bucket of water, some rags, a mop, a broom, all that stuff. They stare at you as you go. You hope you’re going the right way.

By how silent they are, perhaps you are.

The two of you step onto an elevator, and shut the gate behind you. You pull the switch, sending you up to the upper levels of the castle. “I can’t breathe in this thing,” says Alena.

“Don’t worry, we won’t be wearing it for long.”

“Why are we going towards Streucker’s room?” she asks frantically. “I thought we were escaping.”

“We are, but first we need to find out what Streucker is up to,” you say. “If we can steal any documents or anything that looks important, the US is going to get an edge on these palookas.” Alena crosses her arms, looking down. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe.”

The elevator opens up to a new hallway. A pair of guards walk down the hall, wielding light machine guns slung on their chests. They’re backed up by one of those armored dogs, which growls and barks at you as you walk on by. The hallway walls are stony, but are intermixed with metal columns and reinforcement. Baron von Streucker clearly intends for this to be a place of permanent residence it seems. The floor is solid beneath the squeak of your rubber boots. “Alena?” You look back to see Alena peeking into a room. You let go of the cart and walk up to her. “Alena, we can’t-“

[1/2]

>>44822131
[2/2]

You look into the room to see dozens of nude girls your age giggling and laughing as they get dressed into nice white dresses. “Hehe! So, has the Mistress told us when we get partnered up yet?” asks one of the girls.

“Oooh, I hope get someone handsome!” says another.

Suddenly, the door slams shut on you two. Standing over you is a Wolf Pack soldier. He growls a little. “No peeking,” he snarls. You both nod, and he tilts his head, sniffing at you two. “...” He leans in, taking another whiff of you two. “Smell weird.”

“We’ll just be going,” you say. You grab the cart and Alena and hurry on. Alena shakes in fright, grabbing your hand as the two of you walk away from the soldier. He stares at you two, tilting his head as he watches you walk down the hall. You whisper to Alena frantically. “Do not stop like that again.”

“Sorry,” she whispers. “I-… I just want to get out of here!”

“We can leave once I have what we’re looking for,” you say.

“B-… but-“

> “Just be quiet.”
> “Relax.”
> Hug her. “It’s okay.”
> Other

>>44822165
>> Hug her. “It’s okay.”
Hugs always help.

>>44822165
> “Relax.”
> Hug her. “It’s okay.”

>>44822165
> Hug her. “It’s okay.”
But be quick so we don't get found out

>>44822165
> “Relax.”

>>44822165
>“Relax.”

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>>44822165
>Hug her. “It’s okay.”

A nice, innocent, friendly supportive hug.
lewd hugs are for Sumire

>>44822165
> Hug her. “It’s okay.”
We'll be done in a jiffy!

>>44822165
>Hug her. “It’s okay.”
Yes!

>>44822165
>Hug her. “It’s okay.”
ACCEPT THE HUG

> Hug her. “It’s okay.”

You quickly hug her, wrapping your arms tight around her suddenly. “It’s okay. It’ll be alright.” You pull away quickly before she can respond. “But right now, I need you to be patient. Now come on. We have to keep moving, alright?”

She nods slowly. “Okay.”

“Good.”

The two of you continue on. The only sound now comes from the squeak of your suits and the wheels of the cart. The wall on your right however opens up to a hub within the castle, probably right underneath the courtyard itself. All around you can see scientists, troopers, and mechanics walk around to their next jobs. A few idle by, talking with each other. A huge light comes from the center of it, casting down on all the halls and rooms. And in the center of it too was a huge loading elevator, perhaps the reason why this opens up here.

“I told the Mistress that theories are just that, -theory-. We cannot start the breeding projects until we know for sure of what product we are getting,” says one of the scientists you pass on by. “Ever since we lost Doctor Kalbfleischer to the Americans, things have just been chaotic on the genetics side. He took everything with him!”

“Ja,” says the other scientist. “To think we have to start from scratch like this! It is absolutely preposterous.”

You smirk. Well, you wonder why Doctor K is missing. The two of you however stop next to a trooper. “Excuse me,” you ask. “We were told to report to the Mistress’ quarters, but we got turned around. Could you give us some directions?”

He nods, slinging his SMG to his side. He points down the hall. “Down the hall, to the left. There will be guards there, just tell them you are there to clean, ja?” You nod, and walk down the hall. Helpful guy. With that, you walk on down the hall, and to the left.

[1/3]

>>44823337
[2/3]

And there you see it, a pair of guards standing next to the door. A dog sits at their feet, panting happily. But once you get closer, it starts snarling, growing at you. “Oi, Bubi. Heel.” The guard tugs on his leash, looking at you. “You here to clean her room?” You nod. “Make it quick. The Mistress will be back very soon. Macht schnell.” They open the door for you and Alena.

And when you step inside, they shut it behind you. The inside is… quite Spartan really. A big bed for her and her husband you suppose. A Metal desk, probably to help facilitate cleaning. An incredibly polished, waxed, and clean shower. You suppose you don’t need to start there. A chest of drawers, a… file cabinet! You quickly walk on over and pull out a cabinet, taking a look. “Watch the door,” you whisper to Alena. She nods, hurrying to stand by the door.

Alright, take only the necessities. You flip through a few notebooks and files. Requisition orders, failed experiments. Operator #5 told you to skip failed experiments if you’re in a rush. If they can’t figure how to make it work, odds are you can’t either. Negotiation terms for Knives?

You sigh. Great. You shake your head, hoping that’s failed too.

Ah, here’s information on the breeding program. “Kirby. What am I looking at here?” you ask. He appears next to you within your hood, looking at the papers.

“It appears that… yes.” Kirby feels uncharacteristically frightened for some reason. “Oh. Well. This is not good.”

“What is it?” you ask. “… what’s this say about Werewolves? I thought those were a myth.”

“They’re not,” says Kirby. “They’re real. And it appears Streucker’s husband is in fact a Werewolf, as is his Wolf Pack as well.” He turns his head to you. “This is dangerous. Werewolves before these times used to be natural predators of Magical Girls. No other creature can sense magic like them.”

>>44823357
[3/3]

“How come that one Wolf Packer didn’t pick us up then?” you ask.

“Because I am with you masking your presence,” he says. “It is difficult, and thankfully your anti-magic collar appears to actually be further suppressing your magical presence to them. I am able to cloak you, myself, and Alena from their senses but no more.”

“So…” You flip through the papers. “Wh-… What does this mean then? What-“

There’s a knock at the door. “Is my room clean!?” Uh oh. Streucker. “I have been waiting here for five minutes! What is taking so long?! Do not make me send my husband in there!”

> Hide
> “Uh- we’re just finishing up as all!” Steal all the documents.
> “We’re still cleaning, just stand by!” Actually clean.
> Other

>>44823357
>Werewolves before these times used to be natural predators of Magical Girls. No other creature can sense magic like them
cock, Libby really needs to get herself a gun and some silver bullets
>>44823385
>“We’re still cleaning, just stand by!” Actually clean.
shitshitshit

>>44823385
> “We’re still cleaning, just stand by!” Actually clean.

Failing that, dump the bleach into a bucket of ammonia and run like fuck.

>>44823385
>“Uh- we’re just finishing up as all!” Steal all the documents.
shitshitshit

>>44823385
>> “We’re still cleaning, just stand by!” Actually clean.
We won't make it far if we don't clean the place. Also, I was expecting mistress von Streucker's boudoir to have collars, leashes and whips inside...

>>44823385
> “Uh- we’re just finishing up as all!” Steal all the documents.

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>>44823456
Please, von Streucker is a pure waifu who is married to what is essentially a half-man half-wolf magicbusting beast. She already has enough excitement in the bed.

>>44823411
silver dildo

>>44823500
A pure slut

>>44823500
the knot?

>>44823385
> “We’re still cleaning, just stand by!” Actually clean.

>>44823500
Yes, but those toys would be for her hasubando, not her.

>>44823500
She fucks a nazi part-man part-beast thing and is a nazi herself. She is less than pure.
>>44823511
I don't thing that it will work on the men but it might work on Sumire

>>44823644
For her to be on the receiving end, that is.

> “We’re still cleaning, just stand by!” Actually clean.

“Clean!” you whisper loudly to Alena. She nods, grabbing a mop off the cart and splashing some water on the floor. You quickly grab a featherduster and start batting at the pillows and the bed. “We’re still cleaning, just hold on!” you yell out the door. Kirby reappears as an earring on your ear again.

“I will give you to the count of ten!” Ah, nuts and blast. You quickly fluff the pillows, then see Alena furiously swishing and swashing a very wet mop around. “One! Two! Three!” You quickly grab the mop from her and furiously rush around the room with it. Alena stands around, unsure of what to do. “Four! Five! Six!” Ah nuts! You hurriedly pat out the bed too. Agh! “Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!”

Zähne slams the door open, and the two of you yelp in surprise as he storms in and looks around.

> Lieutenant Zähne <
> Leader of the Wolf Pack, Baroness von Streucker’s Husband <

He grunts, then steps on the floor and looks down. He tilts his head in confusion as Baroness von Streucker herself walks in as well. She looks down at the floor, obviously disturbed and disgusted with the wet floor. “Eugh! You left the floor wet! That will attract mildew in this environment!”

Alena twiddles her fingers, then looks at you. You quickly say, “W-… we’re new. We are sorry, we got the call on short notice and we uh…” The room barely looks any cleaner.

Lieutenant Zähne pats you on the head, surprising you. He grunts comfortingly, looking at Streucker. She rolls her eyes. “Ugh. Do not let this happen next time. You are lucky my husband vouches for you.” He sniffs the air, keeping his hand on you. She walks over to the filing cabinet. In the chaos, you managed to quickly file everything away, but you’re not sure you did it in the proper order. Oh, if she finds out… “Hm.” Zähne walks up behind her, looking over her shoulder as she wipes her finger along the desk. “Interesting.”

[1/2]

>>44824461
[2/2]

The two of you stand there, sweating profusely, your hearts off to the races. “Well… it seems that-“ She yelps, then finds Zähne’s hands touching her thighs and her chest. “Agh! Z- Zähne! Puppy! We’re-“ She slaps his side, trying to get him to stop as he walks her over to the bed. “The- there!” She points at you. “Get out NOW!” she screams. She’s suddenly pushed onto the bed, bent over forward. “Haha!” She giggles, embarrassed. “Zähne! You’re so bold!”

And the minute you see him hike up her skirt over her bum, you shut the door.

…

You think your heart just skipped a beat. You take a deep breath. “Ja. Those go at it like rabbits,” says one of the guards. The sounds coming from the room now pretty much confirm what he’s saying. “Go ahead and return the cart.” You nod, slowly walking away from the room.

…

You look at Alena, she stares ahead, apparently a bit traumatized by the thought of it. “We’ll not speak of it again,” you say. She nods.

A guard however stops you at the central hub, backed up by a pair of other guards too armed with light machine guns. A dog they have leashed sniffs at you, growling. “Stop.” You stop for him. “Two of our cleaners reported their suits as stolen. Would you two know anything about that?”

“No,” you say. “That’s deplorable. Who would want to steal these suits?” Just act casual.

He tilts his head, then looks at you and Alena up and down and left to right. “… you two seem a bit short. How long have you been working here?” Uh. Uh. Um.

> Punch him.
> “D-… don’t you remember me? I have worked here for years!”
> “We’re new! Er, we just erm… we’re new!”
> Other

>>44824480
>“D-… don’t you remember me? I have worked here for years!”
I went to your daughter's baptism!

>>44824480
>“D-… don’t you remember me? I have worked here for years!”

>>44824480
>> “We’re new! Er, we just erm… we’re new!”

>>44824480
> “We’re new! Er, we just erm… we’re new!”
> "We spoke at the bar just the other day, uh, Hans!"

>>44824480
>> Other
We were selected to the cleaning crew by Baroness von Streucker herself. If you have an issue with that, why don't you take it up with her? She's in her quarters with Lieutenant Zähne at the moment...

>>44824480
> “D-… don’t you remember me? I have worked here for years!”
> Punch him.

>>44824480
This here >>44824603

Failing that "Just a _short_ time." Ham for the audience.

I was not aware werewolves were famed for their insatiable sex drive, at least around their designated mate(s).

>>44824603
This sounds good!

>>44824703
Now you know.

>>44824603
Please this, use the Baron's name to bluff our way through.

>>44824703
It might not look like it but Zahne and Streucker are like newlyweds on their honeymoon despite having been married for the better part of a decade.

>>44824772
They have to work on their honeymoon? I know they're Nazis, but that's harsh

>>44824703
She is pretty cute.

>>44824772
That's adorable.

>>44820441

Worth pointing out, the zip tie analogy is impossible. Elastic deformation of the latching mechanism is necessary for any ratcheting system. Therefore, all you need to do is apply force to the mechanism that has sufficient quantity to resemble what mechanical advantage gives you when driving the ridges of the locking strip in in the first place.

tl;dr All you need is a screw driver.

>>44824772
Wait, just how old the baroness is? Is she *gasp* a christmas cake aka an old hag?

>>44824801
No no. The honeymoon is long over, but the Baroness and Zahne are still in the "puppy love" stage (kek). Ennui has yet to settle in.

On top of that, this further lends to the mystery of the Baroness, if such a human is able to both marry and consistently copulate with an alpha werewolf.

>>44824772
So which one of them is going to die first, sending the other into a tragic berserker rage? My bet's on the wolf.

>>44824864
Magic, man

>>44824855
wow rude, She's 30.

>>44824809
Well too late now.

>>44824940
>She's 30
>Old Hag confirmed

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>von Streucker is leading a breeding program that involves girls with magical potential and werewolves
>Werewolves are the magical girl's natural predator
>Hypothesis: Werewolf-magical girl interbreeding
Never mind that this castle is about to become an orgy hotspot very soon, but HOLY FUCK this is gonna get crazy.

>>44824940

Don't worry. It just means the collar can be popped right off once we get a minute.

>>44825030
Maybe Libby likes the collar, anon.

>>44825023
> magical wolf girls
we're screwed

>>44825062

Goddamn it, who let the World of Lewdness crowd in here?

>>44825072
God, I hope so

>>44825104
Pls

Nuke the entire castle from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.

>>44825104

Anon, don't be an ND. That isn't happening here, and dear god am I thankful there's one place on /tg/ I can say that.

>>44825148
I didn't start this, you can't blame me

>>44825159

You are perpetuating it. So, yes, I can blame you for your part in doing so. Now behave yourself, hands where I can see them, and let's have a fun adventure together.

>>44825147
1. The nuke hasn't been perfected yet.
2. The unnecessary deaths of numerous (would-be) magical girls would be intolerable.

>>44825148
>ND
?

>>44825189
Tch, I don't need my hands

>>44825221

Nice Daemonette is an anon who constantly tries to sexualize and fetishize various ideas and concepts. He basically tries to drag everything back to /d/ and for doing so, he is not well appreciated by most people. That's all that needs to be said on the matter.

>>44825273
I've heard of them. Never actually seen it first hand though

> Other

You blink. “We were selected to the cleaning crew by the Mistress herself. If you take issue with that, why don’t you take it up with her? She’s in her quarters right now with her husband.” You smirk. He probably doesn’t see it behind your mask, but you think you’ve got this handled. “Now, if you’ll excuse us.” You grab your cart and start walking away.

But he grabs your shoulder, then speaks into his radio. “Hold on. Kleiner. Did the Mistress ask for two cleaners specifically to clean up her room?” Oh no. He’s checking your story! You’ve never had to deal with that. Just… act cool. Stick to the lie.

“Well, she did ask for a couple of cleaners to clean her room. I just sent up two girls to do it,” he says.

…

He narrows his eyes, glaring at you two from beneath his mask. “… alright, you two can go. If you hear anything about the stolen suits, do not hesitate to say something.” You nod, and on you go, very very quickly. Alright, you just need to find the elevator, then head upstairs, and get yourself out by the main gate. It should be a simple process. Then when Sumire, Rana, and Anneliese come around, you can debrief them on what little you’ve found! Maybe even introduce them to Alena.

She tugs on your sleeve. “P… please can we just go?” she begs. You nod. “Thank you, thank you-“

A Wolf Pack soldier comes from around the corner, stopping you two. He takes a whiff of you, snarling. “Smell weird,” he mutters. Then he moves on. You’ve got to stop having these close calls. Alright, alright, you have to think. How do you escape? How do you escape?

> Out the main gate.
> Over the wall.
> Out of a window.
> Other

>>44825385
Hmmm...
> Out of a window.

>>44825385
>Out of a window.
Looks like we're gonna have to jump

>>44825385
>> Other
Garbage disposal area... there should be a truck that hauls crap out of the castle. Let's get in that.

>>44825385
>Other
Head for the most remote storage/utility area we can find, a place that would make sense for cleaning crew to go but be near the periphery. Any other avenue will be immediately obvious. All we have to do is turn a corner and get out of sight, then we leg it.

>>44825385
Main gate is out of the question in current disguise, walls probably have guards and are watched, so;
>> Out of a window.
DEFENESTRATE!

>>44825413
>>44825426
>>44825460
>Trying to squeeze out a window in these fat suits
m8

>>44825385
> Over the wall.

>>44825494
We're both pretty slim, maybe a little muscular but not fat

>>44825429
>>44825385

I will second this. Garbage disposal falls under sanitation. If we can find any valuable "trash" to take with us, so much the better.

>>44825523
It's not Christine and Alena themselves; it's their disguise.

>>44825385
> Out of a window.

>>44825550

The disguise is tight and form fitting.

>>44825450
This seems like a decent idea...except, do we actually know where these areas are and how to get there?

>>44825550
Then we ditch them. Better yet, use them as parachutes

>>44825533
>>44825385

Let me point out, garbage disposal keeps us away from the noses of our enemies, might allow us to smuggle out guns and backup equipment as trash, will likely get us further from the walls without being spotted, and the sanitation equipment will be easily disposed of to eliminate our smell.

>>44825385
This >>44825429

It worked for Star Wars.

I gotta say, I've been here all day and we have yet to deliver an ounce of justice, beautiful or otherwise

>>44825385
>>44825429
Let's go dirty garbage route. We'll be so filthy the baroness would prefer we escape! It's brilliant!

>>44825707
It almost didn't work for Star Wars! We don't have a robot with us, let alone two

>>44825612
Problem: Alena ditched her dress when changing to the disg---

wait, that's not a problem at all!

>>44825718
Patience, anon!

>>44825739

We have Kirby.

It seems we're even between 'garbage disposal area' and 'out the window'.

Someone vote.

>>44825778
>Garbage disposle

>>44825778
>Window

>>44825920

Cheeky bastard... I say we leave it to dealer's choice.

>>44825855
>>44825920

Don't vote for my post you two. Jeez. I just did a quick count and found it as 4vs4. Now it's 5vs5

>>44825778
>Garbage disposal

Should we jump out of a window into a garbage truck? Is that how this gets resolved?

>>44825385
>Window
Garbage is smelly

It seems we're still evenly split. Maybe a dice roll will resolve it?

>>44826001
We're gonna jump out the window into the arms of Lightning!

>>44826060

Dice work. I also trust GS to just pick one or the other to tell what he believes to be the most fulfilling story.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

1. What an incredible smell you've discovered.
2. Dance Dance Defenestration.

>>44826343
No squid in the trash compactor? Welp.

>>44826343

Hmm. Well, as someone who supported trash duty, I'm okay with this. There were some unknown factors in the trash plan that might have proven terrible, like the possibility this wasn't a trash day or simply a wait of a couple of hours on the next outgoing shipment. They also might have just burned the trash on base.

>>44826385

Mind you, the reason I trust GS is because I trust him to help player plans work in those sorts of cases.

>>44826343
Woohoo! Now we fly!

>>44826421
We're walking in the air
We're floating in the moonlit sky
The people far below are sleeping as we fly~~~

>>44826385
What if this isn't window day?

> Out of a window.

“Come on.” You grab Alena’s hand and hurry her down another hallway, towards what you assume to be more living quarters for the girls. These girls do need windows to keep sane after all. Lord knows if you keep a girl in a cell without windows or natural light, they’ll go grey with age before they even hit thirty. You poke your head inside a dark room, then find an open castle window, big enough for the two of you to fit. Nice. You pull Alena and the cart in, then slam the door shut behind you two. You block the door with the cart, then look out the window.

Oh.

That is a big drop. It’s stone wall, then cliff face, then forest.

Okay. You take a deep breathe, then look around. No bed here, no bookshelf, no nothing. Dang it. You look over at the cart. Trash bags! You quickly pull as many trashbags off the cart as you can. “Er. Are you sure trashbags are going to hold our weight?” asks Alena.

“They’re not,” you say. “It’s for safety. If we fall, the elastic should at least slow us down and make the fall survivable.” You sigh. “Unless Kirby has a plan.”

“I don’t,” he says.

“Fair enough.” You start tying off trashbags off into neat sections until finally, you have a pretty long rope, hopefully big enough to reach down into the forest. “Listen, do not hold onto this with your full weight. You use one hand, the other hand hangs onto the wall.” She nods, taking the trashbag rope. “Ready?” You tie off the rope onto the door knob. That should do it.

She goes stiff, then looks over the side. “… I don’t suppose I could just hang off your back?” You nod, and let her climb onto you. You climb out the balcony window, then slowly grip the old stone. Worryingly, you feel some of the rock and earth slip out between your fingers. This castle is quite old, and hopefully still as sturdy as the day you were born. Alena holds on for dear life, squeezing her eyes as tight as you slowly descend the wall.

[1/2]

>>44826648
[2/2]

Suddenly, a light flies right underneath you, flashlights. You look down. Just before the forest floor and beneath the foundation of the wall is a platform where guards are marching back and forth. Agh! Of all the places!

You sigh. Take a deep breath. Slowly, surely. The rope starts creaking.

Slowly, surely. Suddenly, alarms start sounding.

“Gregor!” Two guards congregate beneath you. “We have another prison break. Two of the magic girls in the dungeon! They’re not there anymore! Keep an eye out!”

“Ja!” says the other guard. “Don’t worry, nothing escapes me!” The guards quickly leave.

Oh, thank go-

Suddenly, the rope buckles. Alena shrieks in fright, grabbing your chest painfully. You cough a bit, then look up to see a Wolf Pack soldier staring down at you from the window. He growls, grabbing the trashbag rope and starting to pull you two up.

Uh. Uh. You look down. If you miss the platform, you’re not sure you’ll survive the fall. But uh… You look up.

Okay, fall and possibly break your legs and Alena’s neck, or be taken back as a prisoner.

> Fall, you’ll take your chances.
> Hang on. You’re not willing.
> Other

>>44826677
>Fall, you’ll take your chances.

>>44826677
>Fall, you’ll take your chances.

>>44826677
>Fall, you’ll take your chances.
Kirby, I need your best magic shield, or we die.

>>44826677
> Fall, you’ll take your chances.
FOR 'MURRICA

>>44826677
>> Other
Use the fact the other guys holding on to the rope and swing yourself through a window to another room?
Go all spiderma like.

>>44826677
>> Fall, you’ll take your chances.
Try to look for a soft stone or something for a cushion.

>>44826677
This crazy shit here >>44826729


>>44826510
I should not have kek's but I did.

>>44826677
> Fall, you’ll take your chances.
This would be a great time for friendly rescue.

>>44826729
The "rope" will snap immediately. Spodermon isn't going to help here.

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>>44826748
>soft stone

>>44826677
> Fall, you’ll take your chances.

> Fall, you’ll take your chances.

“Alena! Hang on!” you yell. You let go. You and Alena scream as you fly right past the platform. Oh. Great. “Kirby!” you scream.

He pops out of your ear and flies down ahead of you. A circular blast of blue energy projects in front of him. And with a loud bang, all of you land in the snowy forest floor. Twigs, dusty, and snow kick up from your impact, softened by Kirby’s quick thinking. Well, softened in a snse. It feels like someone just punched you right in the chest, and your legs feel a little funny. But at least you’re not dead.

“Ugh…” Alena blinks, sitting up and rubbing her head. “Are you okay?” she asks. You nod, getting up as well. “Good. Well, at least we-“ She looks up, and her eyes twitch. You look up as well. The Wolf Pack soldiers are hopping out the window too.

You need to run. You pick up Alena in your arms and start running. Your legs are refusing to respond properly. At this point, it’s like you have to tell them, “Legs, we gotta go, we gotta get moving, we gotta get out of here!” You’re still in these rubber boots too which aren’t giving you great traction either in this snow. But you’re fast at least, fast enough to get a head start on those dogs. They drop down at least a few dozen yards behind you, and start running. They growl, barking loudly at you.

Some shots fly right by you. AT-Rifles, bolt action hunting rifles too. You leap over a log, nearly losing your footing in the snow when you land. But you’re quick to get back up. You need to get out, you need to-

You trip, throwing Alena into the snow. No! The Wolves converge on you, pulling out stun batons and nets to capture you once and for all.

Until one of them is sniped, blasted off of his feet. They all stop, immediately shocked stiff.

“Leave my friends alone!” screams Tiger.

[1/2]

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>>44827744
[2/2]

> MECHA MAGICAL GIRL TIGER! <

She drops down from the trees, her 88mm gun smoking hot. On her shoulders are Bomber and Lightning, ready to pounce as well. The Wolves growl, picking up their fallen comrade and hurrying back to the castle. You look up at Anneliese, panting heavily. “Yeah, you better run!” yells Lightning. Anneliese looks back down at you, then offers her hand.

You grin, and take it. She picks you up. “How did you find us?”

“We were planning on breaking you out,” says Lightning. “I guess we didn’t need to.” She looks at a very confused and frightened Alena. “… who’s the brown girl?”

“Alena,” you say. “Alena, my friends. Friends, Alena.” You sigh. “We can discuss the particulars later but er…” It all comes cascading towards you now. You’ve made it out of the Castle, yes. But you’re barely closer to uncovering their ultimate plan. They’re still at large. Their Wolf Pack is still at large. And their plans have not been stopped.

As much as you hate to say this. You failed today.

Operator #5 is not going to like this.

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>>44827767
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b2gFAUZqNsY

That's it for tonight's chapter of Magical Girl Liberty. Hope you all enjoyed and hope to see you tomorrow for the really final conclusion of Town Adventurer Quest.

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See you next time.

>>44827767
FISSION MAILED

>>44827806

Are we in full retreat mode now, or do we still have the ability to get things done at the Castle?

>>44827876
For now, you're in full retreat. You're not done with the Castle though until #5 says you are.

This was fun, but I hope we get to justice some stuff next time

>>44827895

How do you think the trash plan would have gone?

>>44827767
It's not a total loss, we still have some info.
1) The Nazis seem to be making a magical girl breeding camp
2) They are brainwashing people
3) They have werewolfs and access to very advanced tech
4) Said werewolfs can detect magical ability.

As such, a possible infiltration tactic may be to go in disguised as prisoners, however that means non-magical assistants to play the part of the Nazis.

>>44828066
>1) The Nazis seem to be making a magical girl breeding camp
Wait is that real? I thought we were just kidding around

>>44828110

What we have stumbled across is distinctly a eugenics program. The woman in question was selecting girls based off of their breast size and hip displacement. However, it seems less geared toward breeding magical girls than just breeding in general, maybe breeding werewolves in large numbers. She was really interested in Bomber for those purposes.

Anyway, yes, this is kind of magical realm, but I trust it in GS's hands. He's got a handle on himself and his morals.

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>>44828027
Very messy.

>>44827927
You may yet, anon. You may yet.

>>44828110
It's an interesting theory.

I guess #5 of going to ask for some quick action. The nazis now know that their experiment site has been exposed. If I were in command, I'd relocate ASAP before USA can do any damage to the breeding program.

>>44828160
Don't worry. I prefer cats anyway. Won't be any magical realm here.

>>44822165
>You look into the room to see dozens of nude girls your age giggling and laughing as they get dressed into nice white dresses. “Hehe! So, has the Mistress told us when we get partnered up yet?” asks one of the girls.
>“Oooh, I hope get someone handsome!” says another.
>>44828110
This points directly to it. As such, we need to secure these girls.

>>44828160
I hope so, an actual baby farm would make me pretty incapable of reading further. Jokes are jokes, but eugh

>>44828191
>>44828214

As I said, don't worry about it. GS is well in control of the situation. While yes, there is a eugenics program going on, I think the intention is that we remain a spectator or actively try to put an end to these practices.

I don't put a lot of trust in a lot of QMs, but I do trust GS to handle this tastefully and keep things within the tone that keeps the game fun and engaging.

>>44828214
Weirdly enough, I think the Nazis literally had baby farms to breed Aryan in real life. It was a pretty creepy concept.

>>44831160
Like a lot of things, they got it from the US. One of Henry Ford's books was Hitler's biggest inspirations.

Of course, being a dictator he cranked everything up to crazy levels.

>>44827806
Thanks for the fun, boss.