>>48475127
>Enter the castle and immediately start questioning everyone!

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>>48475127
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>>48475127
>Enter the castle and immediately start questioning everyone!

>>48475127
>No, Subtle! That's the word! Start asking some questions about some people.
hi announcer, it's been a while

>>48475242
It feels like it has, hasn't it? Two weeks without fluffy tails has been making me feel edgy.

>>48475127
>No, Subtle! That's the word! Start asking some questions about some people.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

Tie, rolling

1. Immediately start asking questions!
2. No! Subtle!
Writing!

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You know what you should do?

You should just storm right now into Biscotti castle and start hanging everyone out by their drawers until they start talking.
All of them, Aligot, the maids, Fritelli, Aligot, Those knights like Bennet, Aligot, and maybe Bennet. Oh, do you not trust Bennet at all. That shifty black-haired knight with the axe.

Oh, and Aligot too. Those Sorceror types are always evil.

The castle looms in the distance, slowly becoming larger and larger with every passing footstep. Eventually, it emcompasses your entire field of view.
The angry stomping around, it really does help relieve stress.

"I.. should take it subtly." You say to yourself.

You don't like it. You want to go tear the place apart. The very idea that there are spies in this castle, all of them smug in the knowledge that the heroes have swept past them, brings bile to your throat.

Even with that knowledge, you need to exercise caution. You don't know exactly how prepared they are for being found out. They could have hostages, or even something damning over the residents of the castle. You could be walking into a giant trap just attempting to uncover them.

No! No! Stop! There you go again, trying to talk yourself out of all that great anger you had just a moment ago. You need that anger! It's what keeps Jack being the crazy menace he always is.

Slowly, you reach up onto your naginata and pull off the dust cover. If things go even half as bad as you think they are, then you may be needing this.

The guards nod as you pass by them, only taking a momentary notice in your weapon. You're in the castle, ready to get some answers.

>Go right to the most likely suspects, the diplomats
>Try to act natural, go ask Fritelli what she would do.
>Bring the idea up to Aligot and see how he responds.
>There is Gallete Royalty at the castle, go casually talk with them.
>Other?

>>48475711
>There is Gallete Royalty at the castle, go casually talk with them.

>>48475711
>There is Gallete Royalty at the castle, go casually talk with them.

>>48475711
>There is Gallete Royalty at the castle, go casually talk with them.

>>48475711
>Bring the idea up to Aligot and see how he responds.
Why is it such fun to bully Aligot?

>>48475711
>There is Gallete Royalty at the castle, go casually talk with them.
There is Gallete Royalty at the castle, go casually talk with them.

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That's when you remember something.

There ARE Gallete royalty staying at the castle.

Like, for instance, that archmage. There's also some of the lords and ladies who are staying. You don't know much about them, but they seem like a great place to start asking some of the things that you found out.

You're sure just mentioning a few facts that you're aware of would be enough to at least let you know if someone is hiding something. Or maybe you can get some of them to try paying you off to stay quiet. Either way, it would be all the evidence you would need to puffball them and use them as a teastand.

Okay! It's a plan. You know just where to start, too.

You walk past the maids and the butlers, and toward the library.

--

"Excuse me." You don't even bother waiting until she has looked up from her book. "Can we talk?"

Gougere, the Gallete archmage, sits at her little table in the library. Until Gallete's library is in working order again, this is where she'll be seated.

Which is why you don't really suspect her, but she's a good lead if you want to ask some tough questions about some awful cats.

"Yuuki? Sure. Did something happen?"

Oh, you could share with her some stories, but you won't. You'll let Charlotte tell her.

"-I need to ask some questions to some of the Gallete nobility. Do you know who I can talk to?"

"Mm, That's going to be tough, right now." Gougere puts her book down, "A bunch of them are trying to form new political parties following last night. They want to seize control of enforcement from Charlotte, which is something Gallete's code of law allows if they feel a ruler doesn't have proper authority."

>Too bad, start listing names.
>Oh fine, how SHOULD I go about it?
>..Am I going to need to drink like Jack for this one?
>I'm not playing politics.
>Other?

>>48475988
>..Am I going to need to drink like Jack for this one?

>>48475988
>Oh fine, how SHOULD I go about it?
>..Am I going to need to drink like Jack for this one?

And the answer to the later is yes. There is not a single situation where following the example set by Jack could possibly be a bad idea.

>>48475988
>..Am I going to need to drink like Jack for this one?

>>48475988
>Oh fine, how SHOULD I go about it?
>..Am I going to need to drink like Jack for this one?

>..Am I going to need to drink like Jack for this one?
>Oh fine, how SHOULD I go about it?

Writing!

>>48476028
This. He's the expert, really.

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You groan.
"Am I going to have to drink like Jack for this one?"

"Oh, no no! It's not that bad. but-"

Gougere adjusts her glasses, eyeing you up and down.
"Lose the dress."

Oh yeah, you're going to need several bottles for this one.

"Lose WHAT?"
"The dress. You want answers from the nobles and the rich folk, right? Well, Gallete is complicated. For one, you're a woman so they aren't going to respect you anyway. Two, your dress makes you look like a-"

She stops herself, noticing your face actively get redder.
"-It's just not very professional, is all? Get a flowing dress, kind of like the one you see Tuile and Charlotte wear. Don't dress like a maid, though. Maids are viewed as lower than dirt."

"I don't like this idea."

"Well, you have to change the way you look so you can at least blend in with the crowd. Right now, you're very clearly not from Gallete, don't belong with them, and aren't really the political type. So you just gotta pretend, after all."

"Can I make them talk with this?" You let your naginata gleam in the light.
"..Only if you want them to wet themselves. If you want answers, you're going to have to play the game just a little."

"Is that all?" You mumble.
"Riight, another thing. You might want to change that attitude some." Gougere's hand in on her chin, "Being a woman is one thing, but acting like one is different. You'll be taken more seriously if you act like one instead of-"

She stops herself again.
You wonder if the bar here stocks sake.

>Okay, FINE. I'll get dressed and tone down the attitude.
>No deal. They can like it or get stabbed.
>Who do I talk to, then?
>This is hard, can I get someone to just come along with me?
>Other?

>>48476686
>No deal. They can like it or get stabbed.

>>48476686
>Okay, FINE. I'll get dressed and tone down the attitude.

What a minute. What does the dress make her look like? Is Yuuki gonna have to smack a cat?

>>48476686
>find some guy's clothes, if you don't look like a woman, you won't have to act as one!

>>48476844
Reverse traps? Reverse traps.

>>48477228
Is this a vote? I'm not sure.

>>48477253
i think it is.

>>48477228
If anybody says that we aren't a man, just wave around our weapon.

>find some guy's clothes, if you don't look like a woman, you won't have to act as one!

Writing HOW DID IT GET SO LATE? I meant for this to be a one-thread yuuki-fix. Not another three-four thread adventure.

Okay. Okay. Writing!

>>48477332
I warned you about the side plots bro! I told you, dog!

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This is so frustrating!

"You mean I have to change the way I talk, change the way I dress, and even the way I act within the span of the next few minutes just to even have an audience with them?!"
"Well, that's correct."
"And I don't even get to really ask the questions I want to, because I'm a woman."
"-More like because you aren't Gallete royalty, but that's part of it, yes."

"This is STUPID! All I wanted to do was ask some questions. Do I need to write a poem for them, before I do so?"

"I know your frustration, Yuuki." Gougere adjusts her glasses, "Heck, Felice has wanted to advance in the knights ranking for a while, but she's just viewed as a dumb bimbo because of how girly she looks. She's by far the strongest knight, too."

"Really? So Girly is the problem, right?"
"Well, sort-of. Girlishness is viewed as-"

You reach behind you, into your kimono. Your hands grasp the wrapping constraining your girlish parts. With a grunt, you pull.

The figure of your chest depresses. It hurts, but you can easily pass as muscular.

Gougere isn't buying it, though.
"There isn't enough pulling in the world-"
"Okay! But what else?" You grasp your hair and tie it into a bobtail.

"Well, also the spear. Spears are peasant weapons. Spears are what farmers use, and-"
"It's not a spear!" You pout, and then you show her a cool trick Fritelli showed you.

Concentrating some, you reach into the confines of your magic ring. With a hoist, you pull out a fine-edged, slender blade.
"-And I'm good with swords!"

"Well, you pass as some kind of girlish man from a foreign land." Gougere strokes her chin. "You still don't look like a Gallete warrior.

..That gives you an idea!

--

"Fritelli!"

The quartermaster peeks from around the corner.

"I need the biggest, manliest armor you got!" You clench your fists.

"You need what?" Fritelli blinks.

"The biggest! Largest! Huge!" You wave your hands in the air.

--

"No! Bigger than that! You can still see my bust!"

>Cont.

>>48477709
>"The biggest! Largest! Huge!"
>"No! Bigger than that! You can still see my bust!"
Oh, this is gonna be a treat.

>>48477709
>"No! Bigger than that! You can still see my bust!"
Just how stacked is Yuuki again?

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Hello,
Guess whose internet is randomly falling out, which means I may not be able to continue tonight?

>>48477853
Somewhere between "big" and "enough".

>>48478129
Is she the bustiest woman Jack regularly interacts with?

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"-And that brings me back to my original point." A cat-eared man daintily swirls the teal-colored ichor in his wine glass. Gently, his pinky extends from the foot of the cup. "It's not best for Gallete to be violently cowtowed by a brutish dictator. It's bad enough our humble kind has been displaced from our homes, must we be displaced from our decency?"

"Hear hear."
"A toast!"

The cat-heared fop gently raises the glass to his lips, sipping only the tiniest bit of foam from the rim.

"Alphie, you staunch rogue." Another well-dressed man in a bow-tie and black uniform muses. "Where DO you get that naughty tongue from? I must say, I almost mistaken you for a blasphemous sailor."

"Mmhmm, it's a fortune of mine." He sits back at the bar, "I get that wild side from my grand-uncle you know. He was a fighting man."

"Why, I am just DYING to hear how-"

BANG.

With a clomp, the doors fling open.

Many are unsure how to describe the thing that steps through. Maybe a demon. Maybe a knight. Maybe some poor soul dragged through time from the height of the Belkan wars.
One thing is for certain:
He's wearing a yellow rose on his armor, so he must have been invited.

The entrance is grand enough, and even to the point where they don't notice you struggling to adjust and fit the giant iron slabs onto your much-too-womanly figure.
Plus, the heat. You didn't realize it when you first put this on, but it heats up FAST.

Fritelli did warn you. She told you this was ceremonial armor that wasn't really balanced at all, but you went with it anyway.

At the very least; you're certain there isn't a single person here who will accuse you of being a woman.

>Try not to cause a disturbance.
>Mingle, pretend to be a hot-shot up-and-coming general.
>Threaten.
>Drink. (That's what manly men do, right? Your only metric for this is Jack).
>You remember being told a keyword for the mole network. See if anyone responds to that keyword.
>Other?

>>48478210
>Drink. (That's what manly men do, right? Your only metric for this is Jack).
>Mingle, pretend to be a hot-shot up-and-coming general.

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>>48478192
Not quite. Madeleine has her beat in pure size simply because Madeleine is taller (longer?). Gougere is out-of-shape and is fatter because of it.

But in pure height-to-bust ratio. Yuuki is the bustiest. She's also probably one of the most muscular girls the quest.Too bad I don't really have an image to show Yuuki's crossroad between muscles, bust, and butt.

>>48478210
>Drink. (That's what manly men do, right? Your only metric for this is Jack).
>You remember being told a keyword for the mole network. See if anyone responds to that keyword.

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Everyone, my connection has slowed to the point where I am disconnecting every few seconds. That's my luck for you.

So. Two choices. We end it now and I try to run a bonus thread later in the week.

Or

We keep it alive and I try to finish the side-plot tomorrow

What say you?

>>48477367
I KNOW, I KNOW. IT KEEPS HAPPENING

Let me know what you think. Either way, I think it's

>Thread Pause

For now, anyway. It's late and I have work in the morning.

>>48478429
Thanks for the thread.
Looking forward to drunken Yuuki's investigation. She's a loose cannon, but she a damn good hero. Even if all the nobles have to end up puffballed in the process. Especially all the nobles have to end up puffballed in the process.

>>48478429
try to continue tomorrow!
i'm enjoying this way too much

>>48478210

>Drink. (That's what manly men do, right? Your only metric for this is Jack).
>You remember being told a keyword for the mole network. See if anyone responds to that keyword.
>Remember to speak in a deep voice

>>48478429
Should really just try to continue. Not much sense in making two short threads if one longer thread will do.

please do try to continue tomorrow. I'm just sad I missed the thread.

bump

>>48478347
So who is the flattest within 4 years of Jack's age?

How old is he again?

Writing continues.

>>48482708
That's a tough one, Jack is several years older than Atsuko. Maybe a couple years older than Tuile. He's in his early 20's.

So it would go Fritelli (B), Atsuko (A), Noel (A), Felice (B)

>>48483721
Didn't say that right, meant to say:
Atsuko (A), Noel (A), Felice (B), Fritelli (B)
In that order

Next post done soon!

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The crowd of well-dressed fops and yes-men part as you slowly maneuver the massive iron body. Each one of them well aware that the sheer momentum involved with keeping the metal husk aloft would crush them in an instant.

It's a good feeling, in a way.

You lumber over to the bar and sit at one of the stools. There's a silence in the room as the wooden seat creaks and strains under the steel frame's weight.

After several minutes of silence, the room starts to spring back to life. The limp-wristed crowd quickly trying to take attention off the monstrous knight at the bar.

"What'cha havin, sir?"
The barman immediately abandons the side of the bar to rush to your service.

"Oh, uh-" Damn! You almost used your normal voice. You need to deepen the pitch, and focus on whispering. The echo from inside the armor adds a nice touch.

Not to mention, 'What'cha havin'? You didn't quite think this through. Do they have sake? No, no; that's not what a man would have.

What's that drink Jack was showing you the other night?

"Brandy." Ha! Yes! You remembered it.
Jack drinks that stuff like water. So it can't be too strong, right?

During the interrogation earlier, the prisoner admitted to some types of tells as to how to identify fellow members of the network. There's a tell, a phrase, and a keyword. Supposedly, someone who hears the keyword should respond with the phrase. So much so, that the prisoners were responding with the phrase when they heard the keyword between themselves.

That is some intensive conditioning, to cause that.

You lean over the bar, and toward the barman. He's a good test subject.
"A big guy." You mutter.

He eyes you with confusion, and then places your drink on the table.

You bring it to the metal clasp on your helmet, and then tip the drink back. Wow, that is burning.

>Keep asking around
>Keep drinking, you need courage.
>Start trying to talk to people.
>Other?

>>48484446
>Keep drinking, you need courage.
then
>Start trying to talk to people.

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>>48483842
>Atsuko (A)
Fertility power at critically low level, someone help the poor girl.

>>48484446
>Keep drinking, you need courage.

>>48484446
Need to start talking to people!

>>48484446
>Keep drinking, you need courage.

>Keep drinking, you need courage!
>Start talking to people.

Great idea!
Writing!

>>48485465
Someone will help her with that. Someday. eventually. maybe.

How you doing, Announcer?

>>48486951
Work got in the way.

Finishing up this post!

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Okay, so the barman didn't take to it.
..That's to be expected, now that you think about it. He's one of the castle's barmen. So he's probably been suspected and investigated once already.

Your nerves are shot, you're not great at this interrogation thing at all. You can slice people to ribbons, but that's not really interrogation.
Why was Jack so good at it? What did he used to do before coming here?

Okay, you know the answer to that. It's the same thing he does every day.

Drink.

You pick up the tiny cup in front of you, and- Why is this in such a tiny cup? It might just appear smaller because of the armor.
With a single gulp, the drink spills down your throat. Yuck, that will never taste good.

Then-
Huh, you just had some strange difficulty turning your head. Like, your vision moved, but the feeling of how your head was turned stayed in the same place for a few moments.
It's probably just the feeling of the armor weighing down on your neck.

So, that aside, it's time to ask some more of these rascals what they may be up to.

Slowly, you lean over to the guy next to you.
"Hey, what'cha do 'round here." Huh, didn't mean to roll that r.

"Mm, Me?" A foppish cat with his hair dyed an unnatural pink-and-white swirl. You blink twice trying to understand what life decisions brought him to paint it that way. "Well I'M the assistant-director's uncle's nephew of the Gallete bank. Finest gold-repository in the union, if I say so myself. What may I call you?"

>Lord General-
>General-
>Uh-
>I don't have a good name for this, what's a good manly name?
>Tom?
>Barry?
>Other?

>>48487271
Lord General Bartholomeo

>>48487271

>>48487313 sound fine. Kinda aims high with the title, but if you're going to lie you might as well go big.

>>48487271
this: >>48487313

>>48487313
>>48487397
So if anybody asks, which kingdom are we a part of?

>Lord General Bartholomeo

Okay! Fair enough, Bort!

>>48487648
That's another good question you may want to debate amongst yourselves while I write!

Writing!

>>48487648
What, you DON'T know who Lord General Bartolomeo is?
Are you sure you deserve to be at this party, my good fellow?

>>48487648
Dog land?

>>48487755
Do we know the current general sentiments towards Biscotti around here?

>>48487871
What other place would you suggest?

How about bear land?

Still here.

I am driving home and hit some traffic. So expect next post to be a tad delayed.

>>48488419
Good luck with traffic announcer.

Hope nothing bad happened to Announcer...

Writing continues!

>>48489545
Ah welcome back Announcer!
Hope the traffic wasn't too bad.

so, something's happened to Announcer?

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"Lord General Bartholomeo." You grunt. Ugh, this is going to destroy your voice before the day is over.

"Ah yes, um."

He blinks, eying your armor.

"-Er, may I ask what nation you happen to be a general of?"

You try to quickly think of a response, but then you realize that you don't really need one.
"Isn't it obvious?"

He tries to think of a counter-retort to that. Instead, he takes the smart road and just laughs.
"Ohoho! That's a good one General! Welcome to the party. It's a shame we couldn't have invited you to our more extravagant abode in Gallete. We've been busy redecorating."

"Yes, redecorating must be hard." You reply, your voice as dry as the liquor in your hand.

Hey, when did you start drinking again? You don't remember picking this up. Well, that's probably not important.

"Mm, so do you use a sword as well as you look?"

"I'm.. pretty good with one." You try to think of a way to deflect this question, "Some tell me I'm a pretty Big Guy for one."

He keeps that stupid, creepy smile fixated on your visor.

"I said," you try to repeat yourself, "-Some say I'm a pretty Big Guy for a sword."

"Mmmm, I bet you are." He smiles in a REALLY REALLY REALLY uncomfortable manner. "Do you have anything else that's big? Oh, maybe you're offering to show me your big sword?"

What the hell is wrong with this guy?

"(Psst)." The barman grabs your attention, you turn your head to take the drink he is offering. The tie-dye fop starts gently sipping at the rim of his wine. He blows tiny bubbles into the edge of his liquor.

The barman noisily slides your drink over toward you, letting the bottom of the cup catch every scuff and scratch along the way.
"(He's flirting with you)." He whispers, the sound of the sliding glass turning that quip into a private one.

>Wait he's WHAT? How does he know?!
>I thought I looked like a big guy!
>I'm gonna puffball someone.
>I don't get it!
>WellThisWasFunGottaRun
>Go find someone else to talk to
>Other?

>>48490903
Heh, before we leave everyone'sgonna talk about how dependable that general Bartholomeo is.
No one will dare say they don't recognize him!

>>48490903
>>Go find someone else to talk to

>>48490903
>Go find someone else to talk to
Yuuki should turn her GayDar on

>>48491064
Yeah, agreed.

>>48490903
>WellThisWasFunGottaRun
>Go find someone else to talk to

>Hey, when did you start drinking again?
Oh yes, this won't end well at all.

Okay, back.

>Find someone else to talk to

Writing!

>>48491819
Welcome back Announcer

>>48491064
Have we determined if Yuuki is straight or not?

>>48491954
Yuuki at least seems interested in guys judging by that marriage thing we went though where she seemed interested.

>>48491970
She was interested in Jack, but also seems a little interested in her Princess from way back when.

>>48491970
Everyone's into Jack, so that might not be the best indicator.

>>48492084
Is Jack in some way related to Rance?

>>48492102
The benefits of being the protagonist

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He was flirting with me?! How? I'm in disguise! How did he figure out that I'm a-

Unless he thinks-

Ohh. Oh you're going to need that drink.

You stand up, and- Woh.
That was strange.

It's like you stood up, and the entire world tilted with you.

It's... It's probably just the armor. You move a hunk of iron off of your bust and continue walking.
One foot-
In front of the other.

One foot- Hey, why are you having to tell yourself this?

Huh, you have the glass from the bar in-hand. Carefully, you set it down onto a nearby table and continue your trek toward a couple of suspicious looking cats.

Of course, all of them immediately quiet down when they notice you standing next to them.

"Uh, can we help you sir-"

"General." You reply in your stoic manner. "Lord Genernrhgn Barthomeoph."

Wait, that didn't sound right.

You adjust your voice and try again, "Lord GENERAL Barthomeoph."
There, that sounded a bit better.

"Mm, Barthomeoph." Someone wearing, what appears to be the skin of an animal on the center of their head. It's covering a bald spot. Is it a hat? Or, does he think that's what human hair looks like? "I'm sure something brings you to us, is there something you wish to declare?"

"Yes, yes there is." You try to think of an elegant way to ask this.
Though, for reasons unknown, you find a fog covering your mind.

"Are you a big man?" Is the best you can manage.

Thinking back on it, and thinking back on the behavior of the previous patron; you really wish you didn't just ask that right now.

"For you." One of the fops turns his attention, before raising his glass.

"Ah ha."
"Mm, interesting." The one with the dead animal on his forehead raises his glass in kind, "You must be the one we were expecting."

>Go along with this.
>Time for Puffballs.
>Lead them away from the party.
>Stay silent.
>Other?

>>48492594
>Go along with this.

>>48492776
Our bst bet, yeah.
But don't drink too much, we need yuuki sober so she doesn't fuck it up when it's puffball time.

>>48492594
>Go along with this.
Going medieval on them right now would be more detrimental to Yuuki than them.

>>48492594
>Go along with this.

>Go along with this.

Good idea!

WRiting!

>>48493166
Seems we picked the right option?

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This is it, these are the guys.

You're gonna-

Woh, wait. Your head suddenly feels light.
Your eyes, you're not sure how to describe the feeling. Like they're looking down a tunnel?

Strange.

Your body does have a good point, though. You shouldn't wreck them just yet. They might have some valuable information that would be lost if you didn't get just a little deeper into this.

Maybe if you play along, keep and eye on these spies, and try not to vomit; you can get even more information!

This is going even better than you expected!

R-urgh. Uh. What were you doing again?
Oh, right! Better than you expected!

There's no way this can fail!

"So, What'sz my job in all this?" Huh, someone else spoke with your voice. Oh! They're looking at you.

"Mmhmm, the plan isn't important to you, Bartholomeo."

Darn, of course this wouldn't be easy.

"What is important, is that this starts the first meeting of the true revolutionaries of Gallete."
"Hear hear!"
"A toast!"

Oh, where did you get that glass? And why are you drinking it? Oh well, probably not important.

"Mm, it's time for the real intellectuals to step up." The one with the dead-skin cap muses. "It's just such a shame it had to happen so close to that dumb butler trying to take it for himself."
"Good riddens to him, I say." The quit one drinks, "Revolution is one thing, treason is another."
"He deserved it, really." the other one takes a sip, "What kind of Gallete butler would try to harm a princess? Our cultural rebellion is going to be stained by his brash decisions at that rate."

"Oh, right." The balding man and his balding cat-ears reaches into his coat. From within, he takes out an orange-studded ring. "Put this on, Bartholomeo, this is how we can talk without prying ears."

>Wait are you saying you didn't have anything to do at all with the Butler thing?
>No, that's a little too obvious.
>Just put on the ring and see what happens.
>..You'll put it on later.
>Other?

>>48493306
I don't wanna put the ring on...

>>48493306
>>Just put on the ring and see what happens.

ADVENTURE!

>>48493306
>Just put on the ring and see what happens.
We can't exactly back out without raising suspicions at this point.

>>48493306
Can the ring even fit on our armored hand?

>>48493306
>Just put on the ring and see what happens.
with how corrupt catland is, these guys might not be so bad...

>Put the ring on

Writing!

Folks, once again. We could let this thread end soon or try to continue to tomorrow. Today was not really the best of days for a thread because of distractions.

But, while this subplot is not 'done', it's to the point where we can probably look away for a while and come back with the aftermath.

What do you guys think? Let me know.

>>48493608
let's continue, that's too fun to give up

>>48493608
If the thread stays up, I'd love to continue.

>>48493608
Eh alright, let's continue.

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Oh no.
You do NOT want to put that ring on.

With the things the other cat people have done?
You-

They're eying you intently.
You COULD pound them into curry right now. It's just-

So much work would be thrown out the window.

Argh, you hate this! You hate having to make a decision without someone at least knowing that you're making a very risky-
Uh.

A very risky.
You forgot what you're going to say, a risky something.

Must not be important, oh, you should put the ring on.

Gently, you slip the gauntlet back as to not let them see your hands. It slides onto the ring-finger on your non-dominant hand. Worse comes to worse, you can live without that finger.

So, now-

"Number five, wake up."

"Who said that?" You say by instinct.

The fops are giggling, what is this?

"Number five- Number four to number eight- Number five WAKE UP, Number ten to eleven still no sight on- Number five, WAKE UP!"

Who is saying that?! Where are all those voices coming from?

>Cont.

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"Easy there, Bartholomeou." One of the fops rests his hand on your gauntlet. "That's just some background noise, a little practice and you'll tune it all out."
"What is that?"

"Mm, it's part of telepathic network. It's what us freedom fighters use to have a chat."
"Letters are SO passe." This one adjusts his hairpiece. "They can be found, everyone can read them, and codes are so hard to memorize. We got permission to use one of our allies' telepathy hubs."

'Telepathy hubs'?

"Number one to number five, WAKE UP!" A tiny voice echoes in your head.

"Who is number one and five?" You asked, confused.

They giggle.
"No one knows, it's simple, darling." The quiet one adjusts his voice, "If someone with a higher number than yours tells you what to do, just do it."
"Really? Anything?"

"That's how it works, you scratch their back, and they scratch yours. The lower their number, the higher-ranked they are. Oh and- don't tell anyone your number. Anyone higher-ranked than you knows it anyway."

"But.. what's my number?"

"Well let's say... forty. That's low-enough. You should worry about runner things, anyway. No need to be giving orders."

The voice still echos in your head. 'number one to number five, WAKE UP! number ten to eight, repeat that, number-'
"..I can take this off, right?"
"Sure, but don't keep it off long. One of us might need you." He winks at you.

>Try to focus and see if you can send a message.
>Try to focus on the background noise, who are these people?
>Try to focus on what the job entails.
>Try to focus on not vomiting.
>Okay, got to go. Feeling tired.
>Other?

>>48494061
>They can be found, everyone can read them, and codes are so hard to memorize.
Well, can't fault their logic there.

>Try to focus on the background noise, who are these people?
>Try to focus on not vomiting.
Goddamn lightweights.

>>48494061
>Try to focus on not vomiting.
For now at least yeah.

>>48494061
>Drunk text/speak everybody in a manly voice

>>48494259
This is an excellent idea! Let's do it.

>>48494061
...so wait the rings forces us to obey?

>>48494358
I don't think that's what it does. I think it's just telepathy.

.. would be a good thing to ask, though. Can we add that on? are we forced to obey?

>Try not to vomit
>Try not to drunktext

Writing last post of the night!

>>48494414
Damn it, I missed this one. Sure, I'll add it on.

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This opens lots of questions in your mind.
Such as, where is the nearest place you can vomit without anyone noticing?

No! no that's not the question.

How about-
"Hey, does this mean. It's forcing me to obey?"
"I wish." One of them muses, "I could think of some things I would like to force-"

"-What my rowdy collegue means to say is that no, you can ignore orders given to you." He swirls his alcohol, "But don't make a habit of it. I'm sure you're not being paid to snub us."

Paid?
Oh, they must be expecting someone to get paid for this.

"Uh- right. I'll be sure to remember that. What if my order makes no sense?"
"Just ask for one of us to clarify. Or come find us." He puts his pinky in his mouth, "I wouldn't mind getting to meet you after-hours."

Ugh.
You get hit on LESS when people know you're a girl.

..Speaking of which, maybe you could try sending a message and seeing who responds.
Focusing on the ring, you try to think of a good message to let people know you're here.

"numba forerty, WHERE THE DRINKS AT?"

THAT'S NOT WHAT YOU MEANT TO SAY? HOW DO YOU DELETE IT?!

"Pfft."
"Ahahah."
"Cheers! To the person who just send his first telepathic message!"

"Uh?"
"Ahah, don't worry about it, dear. It gets easier as you try." The fop elbows you. "Mmhm, most newbies just send static, so sending a string of consciousness is pretty impressive."

Ah hah. yeah.

>Cont.

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Speaking of which, who are these people?
Gently, you focus in on the fading voices.

"Number one to number five. WAKE UP!"
"Eight to ten, any movement?"
"Negative, Ball is in the pocket."
"Number one to number fi- Oh! You're awake!"

That's a strange change.

"Number one to number five- BLACKTHORN, Repeat. BLACKTHORN"
There's a pause on the line.

"-Kill them. Now. Kill them before they wake up!"

Wait, what?

"-No don't go back to-... Number one to number five. Wake up."

That's an odd series of events.
You should keep an ear to this channel, just in case things change.

"So, what are you plannin' now?"
"Oh, now?"

You feel a grumble in your stomach. Oh. You forgot to concentrate on something.

"-Now I must retire, I feel ill for the night."

"Don't be a stranger, and-"

Before he can finish, you've already sauntered out of the room. Your pace quickens to a sprint as you head for a place to relieve the contents of your stomach.

Oh, this has been a tough night.

>Thread End/Pause?

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Okay, that was kind of sudden, but I have a reason for it.

I just remembered that I have something happening on Friday AND Thursday.

So. I probably won't get to thread running tomorrow unless something changes.

My apologies, everyone.

Anyway. I think we can leave Yuuki off here for a while, unless you feel next thread should pick back up on this and Yuuki's new and wonderful ability.

Let me know what you think

Until next time.

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Oh what the heck, I'll sweeten the deal.

If you guys can keep this thread alive until tomorrow when I get back and can look at it again, I'll keep it running for one more day.

If I don't need to sleep, Yuuki doesn't either.

How is that?

>>48495201
Just don't die on us, man.

>>48495201
ohoho, that's tempting

bump before sleep

>>48494852
>"-Kill them. Now. Kill them before they wake up!"
So, if any murders of people of importance happen we might got ourselves a number five.

>Your pace quickens to a sprint as you head for a place to relieve the contents of your stomach.
Needs more work, but we'll make a worthy crewmate of Jack's out of her yet.

bumping again.

soon?

I like how every time something bad happens we can automatically assume it's Galette.

What i'm saying, we probably should firebomb the entire kingdom into fiery crater, no survivors.

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>>48506863
Come on, they have a bright future of better nobility and big fat cat tats ahead of them. Let's not ruin that.

>>48506912
Big fat cat tats are an unfortunate, but necessary sacrifice for a better, infinitely more catless future.

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>>48506949
There is no justification good enough for doing away with big fat cat tats.

>>48507307
Getting rid of Nobles who are also Cats may be worth the price

Eat then write

>>48507307
Cat Tats are the best Tats

Who has the best Cat Tats in this quest? I think all the cat tats are flat except for Gougere.

>>48507695
>arely any adequately fat cat tats

You might have actually stumbled on the reason why almost everyone's bonkers in Catland.

>>48507878
*barely

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Drinking.

You don't get what's so good about it.

Also, you don't remember eating that.

Ugh, why does it have to be vomiting? Why can't you keep the stuff down?

This is probably why Jack doesn't want to spend time with you, you know.

Him and Madeleine are likely smashed out of their minds right now, and you just finished spitting the final glob of bile from your stomach onto the ground.

You lean backwards and collapse. The pieces of armor you once wore are now discarded and scattered around you.
The heat, the feeling of sheer steel clinging to your skin; nothing feels better than the brief moment after casting it aside.

Even your yukata, which clung to you like a wet sheet, feels like it's trying to strangle you at the neck. Even untying it hasn't helped with your breathing much.

Oh, and then there's the voices. While you discarded your armor, and your clothes; you forgot to take the ring off.
Now, once again, the sound is starting to bleed through.

"Number one to number five- Wake up."
"Ten to eight, no movement on-"
"Eighteen to fifteen, can you tell-"

"SHUT UP!" You tell to absolutely no one.

There isn't anyone around here. This is the outskirts of the castle after dusk. It's dark, and the only witness to your disrobing are crickets and frogs.
Thank god, because if someone came by and saw a nude lady throwing up, you would probably have to kill them at this time of night.

You take a drink of water from the nearby stream, and then reach for your yukata. You should at least put some clothes on and go back before someone starts to question where Lord General Bartholomeou or Yuuki went.

"Number sixteen to number forty." You hear, far, far louder than the other voices.
Ohhh, it's probably those fops trying to test your patience. You'll kill them! You'll come drown them in this river-"

"Come find me. At the training grounds."

>There's no way I'm going.
>It's.. probably worth a look
>Should I go in character?
>Or as I am?
>Other?

>>48508408
>time to find jack and point him towards the fun

>>48508408
>It's.. probably worth a look

>>48508408
Either >>48508527 or

>Should I go in character?

>It's.. probably worth a look

>>48508527
Jack is currently 'tied up' at the moment.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

Split between

>Find Jack and point him toward the fun

and

>It's... probably worth a look

Well, finding Jack is gonna be tough considering that Yuuki doesn't really know where he is right now. But- I'm sure Yuuki can improvise.

Writing!

>>48508764
Oh, also, that was a tiebreaker. 1 was Find Jack and 2 was Go look

Writing continues.

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'Come find me'?

Oh no, no no no no no no no NO!

You don't like this!

One moment you're given a window into the entire operation and the next moment someone wants to meet you ALONE?!

This has gone places that you don't want to go! Time to find Jack and-

..

No.
You're not going to find Jack.
This time, you're going to solve the problem by yourself. You can solve problems by yourself, you don't need Jack to constantly be there.

After all, you got into the spy network on your own, right?
You can handle this.

Get some rest, Jack.

You gather your pieces of armor and try to cobble it together as best as you can. It doesn't quite fit right without Fritelli's help putting it on. It's still a convincing enough disguise where no one can see your bust.

--

The training field is dark, and you're feeling more than a little angry about being led around by the nose like this.

Not as angry as you are at the realization that no one is here. You're right at the place you were told to meet. Near the sword training stands, by the benches.

You were right, it WAS those fops trying to lead you around by the nose. Probably the one with the fake hair trying to see if you would actually listen to him. Dance along like his puppet!

He's a dead man. You're going to go find that fleabag right now.

"Ow! What?" Your toe stubs against something in the dark. It's placed on top of the dew resting on the grass.
Metallic shine gleams in the moonlight. Tiny studs twinkle in the heavy fog setting upon the castle.
It's a.. box, a wooden box with an iron finish to it.

It hasn't been here very long. Maybe recently placed?

This is too strange. You walk off the training field, box in hand, and take it to the armory.
You know someone who can decipher the contents better than anyone.

>Cont.

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"Cover your ears, I'm opening it."

Fritelli has a very long shepard's hook. Only this one has a metal sheet bonded to the wood.
Why she is doing this, you have no idea.

With a swift movement, the end of the shepard's hook grabs the edge of the box. It gently opens up to reveal the contents inside.

Of course, nothing happens. No explosions, no gas, no fire. It's just a regular wooden box.

"What was the point of that?"
"Hey, you can't be too sure on these things." Fritelli takes off a headband she was using to hold her ears flat. "I mean, I wouldn't want to risk opening the box and it having a bomb inside."

"Do you know what any of this means?" You approach the wooden box.

But Fritelli stops you.
"Stooop, stop stop stop." She shoos you back, and puts on a thick leather glove.

Her gloved hand grasps a letter, a smaller wooden box, a lockett, and something that appears to be a scroll.

With the box empty, she lays it on the table.

"Don't touch these, I'm going to look them over for fingerprints, later." Fritelli crosses her arms.
"Can you tell me what they are, then? If I'm supposed to be delivering them, shouldn't I get them to the guys inside as soon as possible? I don't want them thinking that I'm rummaging through their stuff."

"We could but-" Fritelli spots something. Carefully, she uses a pair of tweezers to turn the folded-letter over.

"Yuuki, this is addressed to you." Fritelli gasps, some element of horror in her voice.
You share the feeling.

Slowly, she unfolds it. Her voice clears as she starts reading.

>cont.

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"Salutations Ms. Kuchinashi", Fritelli reads the note with a confused look.

"Ugh." you audibly groan.

"I can't give you detail on who I am, but what I am doing is important. I've been investigating a building coup in Gallete leadership for upwards of a year. Recently, I've secured a job as a runner amongst their ranks. Somehow, you, too, have picked up on this conspiracy independant from my investigation and without my knowledge. Kudos to you for beating me to that punch."

"Great." You frown, "I'll be sure to give you a punch if I ever see you."

"You picked up on it so quickly, that you just took my place as designated runner for the revolutionary group known as the spotted tails. Excellent detective work taking my place before I was able to attend tonight."

"Wait." That last line causes hairs on the back of your neck to stand, "I did, what now?"

"It's too late for us change places so my investigation can continue. Especially if it means me wearing that seige armor you were in earlier." Fritelli pauses, and gulps. "S-so, since we have the same goal; I say we work together. I have knowledge you will need to fool them into inducting you into their ranks, and you have unparalleled strength, skill, and my job."

"Erk." Is all you can manage.

"I look forward to writing you in the future. Let's keep our communications to paper, and our meeting dates to the ring. My number is sixteen, please remember that."

Fritelli looks up toward me, and blinks. "It's signed..-'Your secret admirer'?"

"Oh COME ON-"

>Okay! Okay! I don't care! I'm going to bed!
>I'll deal with this tomorrow!
>I think I need more alcohol.
>What do I do What do I do WHAT DO I DO?
>I was wrong, I DO need help with this.
>Other?

>>48509326
>I was wrong, I DO need help with this.
ahahaha AHAHAAH

>>48509326
>I think I need more alcohol.
>What do I do What do I do WHAT DO I DO?
>I was wrong, I DO need help with this.

>>48509326
I'm in agreement with >>48509368

>>48509326
>I think I need more alcohol.
>I was right, I can totally do this alone.

>>48509453
I'll second this because Yuuki needs more self-confidence.

I got to go to bed soon, so this will be the last post of the night.

>I think I need more alcohol.
>What do I do What do I do WHAT DO I DO?
>I was wrong, I DO need help with this.

Hey we got some decent amount of posts outta this thread,that's nice.
Only just noticed this was updating again so I missed it, what a shame...

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>>48509638
>no Yuuki solo action
>no potential for captured Yuuki rescue arc

>>48509761
There's alllllways next time.

>I have a rescue fetish, too.

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Oh no.
Oh no no no no no.

This has become far worse, and far more intensive than you had once suspected.

Worse than that, this is borderline maddening.

You? A spy? For someone who won't even tell you their name? What could they possibly offer that would make you go along with that?

Nuh uh, you refuse.

"There's also this thing." Fritelli picks up the small lockett-looking thing. "Not sure what this is about."

Your eyes snap to it. It flips open at just the right time as your eyes manage to focus on the tiny drawn-picture inside.

It's the same drawn-picture that's on the child's lockett. The same child you found in Gallete's dungeons.
He's baiting you. He's telling you that he has information, and that you can get it in exchange for helping.

"I need alcohol."
"Yuuki, wait!" Fritelli sets the necklace down, "This is no time to be drinking!"

"Like hell it's not!" You snap back, "What do I even do?!"

Before Fritelli can react, you've hopped over to her and started shaking her by the collar.

"WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I-"
"Woh Woh woh! Yuuki! Easy! Please!

"How?! How can I be easy. I just signed up for-"

Suddenly, you have a thought in your mind.

"..I do need help."
"What?"

"I said! I need help! I thought I could do this all alone, but I can't. I'm going to go find Jack."

"Stop, wait." Fritelli grabs your shoulder. "You can't go ask Jack, now. If you start asking every hero for help, someone is going to know that you found something out."

"Then what do I do?!"
"Just.. go get a night's sleep. Come back in the morning. We'll sort this out when we're both more awake. No one can hear us in this room. We're safe. Deal?"

"...Deal."

>Cont.

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--

You barge into Annetta's room, to find her reading a book on the bed.
"There you are! I was-"
Annetta stops when she sees your face.

"Oh, tough day, huh?"

You don't even respond. With a pull, your Yukata comes off. Then you flop face-down into bed. No nightgown, nothing. It's too late for those things.

"Aww, Yuuki." Annetta rubs the hairs on your head. She pulls out some leaves and sticks that must have got stuck from the trip to the river earlier. "Just, sleep well. We can talk about it tomorrow. Okay?"

Annetta slides down into bed, folding the cover over the both of you. You feel a warmth on your body as she tightly wraps her arms around you.

"..mphfh." Is all you can reply with, before sleep overtakes you.

You're not entirely sure it's worth telling her, and involving her in this mess.

>Thread End.

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Thanks for the thread everyone. This is probably one of the longest we've had in a long, long time.

I enjoyed it though.

Wish me luck for tomorrow, I got important things happening and I need a good night's sleep for it.

Let me know what you thought about Yuuki adventures. I like writing for her, I don't know if it's obvious.

But anyway, until next time.

>I'll get to use this image someday, I swear.

>>48509761
>>48509783
Oh come now, look toward the future! The future of Yuuki rescues.

>>48509847
thanks for running, have a good night!

>>48509847
Thanks for holding out with this thread for so long.

Yuuki was fun, but damn, the girl needs some confidence. Still, a step in the right direction.

>>48509847
thanks for running

>>48509847
Thanks for running.
And yeah, it's nice to get into the triple digit posts like this.