(2/2)
“Tag out.” Faith's hand shot out, scalpel tracing a bloody line down the woman's arm. The crimson-haired experiment retracted her fist in the same instant, throwing two jabs Elisabeth couldn't see. The small girl also vanished, arms spiraling around the larger woman's. Trails of blood appeared as the girl withdrew her arms and dodged backwards, broken scalpels falling from her grasp. The small girl reached into her pouch, drawing two more blades. The red-haired woman stopped as the girl readied the blades. Elisabeth watched in shock as the woman changed her stance. Crouching slowly, the woman brought one hand to her waist and held the other out in front of her. Taking a deep breath, the woman motioned for Faith to come closer. She was tired of being cut, it seemed. Faith look concerned as she began sprinting in a wide circle around the woman. The large woman didn't shift her stance, as the girl changed courses and sprinted towards her from behind. As Faith went to strike, the woman dug her feet in and pivoted. Her entire body spun as her outstretched fist changed positions, moving to her side. Her other hand lunged out, snapping the scalpel and grabbing Faith's hand. As the ground visibly shattered, the woman threw her punch. Faith stabbed her other knife into the woman's hand and attempted to jump back. The fist still slammed into her stomach and sent her flying backwards into the cooling chambers. When she struck the containers, they exploded, sending more frozen gases into the air and chilling the room further. Karin was starting to get up, chest wound healed. Karin walked over to the girl and punched down, splattering her head across the floor. The blood and gore began freezing almost instantly. The woman lifted her blood-stained hand and marveled at the sight.

“Nothing quite like destroying one's enemies with your own hands. You still have something, right?” She didn't turn, as the maid grabbed her rifle and opened fire on her back. The woman stood there, as bullets shattered glass containers in front of her. When the magazine ran dry, Elisabeth continued squeezing the trigger, trying to will more bullets into existence. The woman turned and started to walk past the cook. “If that's all you have, killing you won't be the least bit satisfying.”

Elisabeth pulled a fresh magazine from her pouch, realizing she only had one mag extra. Locking it in place, she turned to face the woman. This was no time to despair; young master was waiting for her!

>Roll 1d100

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>367925

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Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>367925

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>367925

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>367925

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>rolled 98

Ignoring the woman moving towards her, Elisabeth glanced to her side.

“Old man! Do something!”

Adam motioned for her to buy him more time. The woman hadn't noticed him yet, or was willingly ignoring the old man. Grimacing, the maid raised the rifle to her shoulder. Squeezing the trigger firmly, she fired off a burst center of the woman's mass. The woman raised her arms, wincing visibly as the bullets bit into her flesh. Throwing her arms out, the redhead screamed.

“Bullet's have no effect, bitch! Face me with something more powerful!”

“I got something for you, cunt.” The cook had finally recovered. Pushing himself up with one arm, he pushed his revolver into the pit of her knee. Pulling the trigger firmly, the man was rewarded with an explosion of blood as the bullet tore through the joint. The redhead fell, trying to rotate her stance to punch him on her way down. He managed to throw himself back far enough to avoid being crushed by her fist. Sliding on the bloody ice, he forced himself to his feet. The redhead tried to stand, but was unable as her leg just collapsed under her weight. Glaring at the staff standing across from her, she screamed again.

“Don't look at me with pity! I'm stronger than all of you! I'm above you all! My name is Cass-”

“No one cares, cunt.” The cook fired the last bullet in his revolver, snapping her head back from round. As she came back up, the old man walked forward, tossing the bottle he clutched in one hand through the air. He shot it as it spiraled in front of her, raining glass and alcohol on the woman. As she cursed and tried to clear her eyes, the old man pulled an old matchbook from his pocket.

“This is the end of the road, Cass. It's unfortunate we met on opposite side of the battlefield. Goodbye, powerful woman.” Striking the match, he tossed the lit match towards her. It landed on the ground, rolling just close enough to light the liquid on fire. The fire spread onto the woman, burning brightly as she struggled to beat the flames away. Screaming, she fell against the ground, trying to roll and smother the flames. As she did this, the cook slowly reloaded his revolver. Snapping it shut, he walked over to the woman. Stomping on her back, he aimed for the base of her neck and fire. The bullet sunk in, causing her to stiffen. Turning away, he shook his head and rubbed his stomach in pain.

“Damn. Are the other two okay? Bitch didn't hold back for me.”

Elisabeth glanced towards Karin's limp body and back at the shattered capsules. What should she do?

>find Faith
>check on Karin
>take stock on ammo
>Write-In

>>368356
Check on Karin you know that bitch ain't dead

>>368356
>>check on Karin

>>368356
>>find Faith
Karin can heal herself and Faith was saving us the whole time.

>>368356
>find Faith

Find Faith or check on Karin?
http://www.strawpoll.me/10741542

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Walking past the cook, Elisabeth stood over Karin's body. Watching the girl's head grow back from the horrible wound was unsettling. She winced as she heard the bones of Karin's neck cracking back into place. There was nothing else she could do to aid the slowly regenerating girl. She turned back towards Eric, noticing his grimace as he checked his pouch.

“What's wrong, cook?”

“I'm down to ten rounds. Four in the revolver, 6 in my pouch. This could be bad.” The cook pulled one bullet from his case, tossing the empty casing aside and loading it instead. Closing his revolver, he glanced towards the smoldering corpse of the woman. 'Cass' or something. Her power had been something to marvel at. What else waited for the group at the bottom, besides Johannes. She recalled everything that had been said, all of the looks she'd been given, and the warnings. She bit her lip and spoke/

“I'm down to 52 rounds. 22 in this mag and one full mag in reserve. I have 6 knives left, as well.” She motioned towards her rifle. The cook checked his belt for his cleaver in response. Flashing a thumbs-up, he walked over to Karin's motionless body to wait. Elisabeth turned away and headed towards the back. She noticed the old man near the back. Faith had her shirt off and back towards the old man. He was applying medicine to open cuts on her back. It had probably happened when she slammed into the containers. The girl gasped in pain as the old man began applying pressure. Elisabeth walked closer and knelt in front of the black-haired girl. Before Faith could argue, the maid pressed her hands on her chest. Faith turned pale white as the pain surged through her body. The maid sighed and pulled away.

“Most of your ribs are fractured, Faith. You'll have to hang back with Karin and the old man.” The maid said softly, as the girl tried to steady her breathing. “I know done when I see it. Karin can't regenerate much more, I'm confident of it, and you're at the point where one more hit will kill you.”

“Listen to me, Elisabeth.” Faith's voice carried a level of weight that shocked the maid. Elisabeth turned to face Elisabeth, as the girl took a shallow, shuddering breath. Faith looked Elisabeth in the eye and shook her head. “I have to fight, because you and the cook have no chance of winning against 'her'. It's impossible.”

(2/2)
Tears began forming in the girl's eyes. That shocked the maid more than the girl's statement. Getting punched hard enough to destroy steel containers hadn't brought out tears. What was so terrifying and painful that it could spark tears? Leaning forward, Elisabeth cupped Faith's cheek in her hand. Smiling softly, the maid responded.

“Don't worry, kiddo. The adults will think of a solution. One floor left, right?”

Not waiting for her response, Elisabeth turned away. Walking to the cook, she spoke again.

“How's Karin doing?”

“She's breathing. Still unconscious. She's died like...seven times tonight. That has to suck.” The cook stood up and turned towards Elisabeth. Seeing the serious look on her face, he sighed. “Dammit. There's something worse further down, isn't there? Shit. I think I fractured some of my ribs as well.”

“Stay strong, Eric. We need to finish this.” Elisabeth grabbed his shoulder firmly, glancing at Karin's immobile body. The girl was breathing, but she hadn't stirred yet. She heard the old man walking over with Faith. Good. Turning to face the group, she spoke firmly. “We are low on ammo. We have injuries. This isn't the end of the road, though. We still need to beat Johannes and his 'experiment'.”

Trying to think of a plan to settle on, Elisabeth paused.

>go in guns blazing; kill the fucker before he knows what hit him
>tactics first; go in and analyze the best route to take
>try negotiations; maybe with guns trained on him the fuck'll see the light of day
>Write-In

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>>368718
>right between the update
N-nice job, comrade.

>>368719
>tactics first; go in and analyze the best route to take

>>368723
I tend to have wonky luck like that.

>>368719
>>tactics first; go in and analyze the best route to take
Faith seems to have at least some idea of what the next guy is, lets make a plan.

Voting has ended.

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(1/2)
“Faith, tell me what you know about the last experiment.” Elisabeth asked, turning to the injured girl. Faith winced as the old man continued helping her walk before speaking.

“I'm not sure what her powers are, but she's just like you. She's just like you, Elisabeth. I can't explain it in words.” Faith spoke firmly while staring at Elisabeth. Just like the maid? What the hell did that mean? Elisabeth sighed and turned towards the cook.

“You'll take the right side of the room, while I take the left. We'll go in slowly. Pick up Karin, though. We can't leave her here alone.” The cook nodded in response to her orders. He knelt next to the unconscious girl, splattered in her own blood. Using her shirt to mop most of the blood, he picked her up and threw her over one shoulder. He began walking towards the door in the back as Elisabeth turned to the other two. “Are you two able to move?”

“I'm fine. I have more ammo, so I can help.” Adam motioned towards his magazine, forcing a smile. Elisabeth could see and hear the fatigue weighing down the old man. He'd done more than either of the staff members had anticipated. Shaking her head dismissively, Elisabeth wrapped her hands around his 1911 and looked him in the eyes.

“It's fine, Adam. The cook and I will finish this mission. You need to rest and think of a good story to tell the young master. Okay?” She smiled, tilting her head to one side. The old man closed his eyes and nodded while sighing. Satisfied the two would stay back, Elisabeth turned back towards the stairs. Faith's foreboding words still hung in the back of her head. Walking briskly, she caught up to the cook. Falling in step beside him, the maid spoke again. “You ready, Adam?”

(2/2)
“I am.” The cook's firm, cool tone filled the woman with relief. At least he wasn't letting the girl's words get to him. They waited for the old men and injured girl to catch up, before proceeding down the staircase. As they all entered, the door behind them sealed. They moved down the stairs, before the door at the bottom hissed open. As they entered the room, weapons raised, Elisabeth came face to face with the truth. Her rifle slipped from her fingers, falling onto its sling against her chest. She tried to find words, as Eric raised his revolver and shouted something. The old man and Faith pushed past the immobile maid, as she stared at the answer. A young boy, as young as the Master, was seated next to the truth, eating a plate of food. He noticed the group and motioned for them to sit.

“Go ahead and sit. My maid fixed a meal for all of you. Not poisoned, of course.” Elisabeth's shock turned to vile hatred, as she grabbed her rifle. Training it on the boy, she began walking forward. The woman standing next to the boy gave her only a moment's glance. The boy smiled softly and spoke gently. “You look disgusted, Ms. Stark. Is it because I used your resemblance in my finest piece of art? Well, resemblance would be doing her injustice. Elisabeth, meet Angel, a perfect 'you'.”

Angel turned towards Elisabeth, smiling and bowing in response. Elisabeth's response was much cruder. She opened fire on both. The bullets sprayed wide, as she held down the trigger until the magazine was empty. 22 shots. As she released the trigger and looked towards her two enemies, her eyes widened in shock. All 22 copper bullets were being suspended in the air. Johannes clapped his hands in appreciation.

“I'm sure you all came here with a grand plan. You even recruited some of my failed experiments! But, all of those plans come asunder when met by perfection. None of you can harm my Angel of death.” His smile turned dark as he set his fork on the plate. The old man let go of Faith and the girl fell to the wall. The cook tossed Karin to one side and the girl fell with a thud. Both men raised their weapons in unison, as Elisabeth dropped her empty magazine. She was racking her mind, thinking of some way to beat this enhanced clone...her clone.

>full daka; she shouldn't be able to stop this many bullets
>close the distance while using the two for distraction
>Write-In

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>369002
>full daka; she shouldn't be able to stop this many bullets

>>369002
>>close the distance while using the two for distraction
Time for a Maid vs Maid showdown.

>>369002
>>close the distance while using the two for distraction
She can't block us if we're stabbing the shit out of her.

>>369040
>>369032
Roll 1d100

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>369051
fingers crossed

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>369051

>>369053
Time for a beat down.

>>369053
Many thanks. You've saved us.

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(1/2)
“Old man! Swap!” Elisabeth shouted loudly, throwing her rifle. The old man threw the pistol forward, as Elisabeth sprinted towards the maid. Johannes eyes widened in shock as the maid dived forward, catching the pistol and sliding forward. Her free hand drew a knife from the band, firmly palming it. Angel looked down at the ordinary maid, eyes narrowing. As Elisabeth leaped to her feet bringing both hands up, an invisible force slammed into the woman, throwing her backwards. Spinning the knife in her grasp, she slammed it into the table, halting her flight backwards. Raising the pistol, she fired a single round at Johannes. The force holding her vanished as Angel focused on stopping the round. Elisabeth landed on the ground and yanked her knife free. As the bullet froze in the air, Elisabeth fire another round, this one at Angel. That bullet froze as well, but her two partners joined in.

“Eat lead, cunt!” The cook shouted, opening fire. He fired 3 rounds, which Angel visibly struggled to stop with Elisabeth's. The old man fired a burst, that Angel dived to one side to avoid. She could be pressured! Elisabeth stepped forward, slashing up with her knife. Angel stumbled back, avoiding a fatal slash and receiving a slash that cut her uniform and chest. The woman visibly winced as she threw force towards Elisabeth and forced her back. Elisabeth maintained her footing but ended 12 feet back.

Johannes looked mildly concerned, as his maid walked to his side and set one hand against the back of his chair. Taking a slow breath, Angel finally spoke. Elisabeth felt her hatred grow, as she heard her own voice come from those lips.

(2/3)
“Master, I understand your orders, to hold back my full might. Might you retract it for the duration of this fight, so I can defeat these bugs who dare defile your presence?” The maid's sweet tone made Elisabeth's rage increase. She prayed she didn't sound like that when talking to her young master. Angel's tone was such a fake, sweet tone it hurt. Johannes pondered for a moment then sighed.

“You asked so politely, Angel. Go ahead, beautiful.” Johannes shook his head disparagingly and raised his hand. When his fingers snapped, the effect was immediate. Faith collapsed to her knees, struggling not to vomit. Elisabeth felt the air in the room shift towards Angel, as the woman walked out from behind Johannes. Raising one hand, all of the silverware on the table spiraled upwards, changing angles until they faced outwards towards the trio. Smiling softly, Angel motioned down. The old man dived to the side, tackling Elisabeth to the side in order to survive. That extra pain was all it took; the young girl got sick, vomiting onto the ground. The cook sprinted and dived over Karin's body. Grabbing her pants, he lifted her up and dived into cover with her. Elisabeth dived forward, under the table, as silverware buried itself into the ground and area she'd been. Glancing under the table towards Angel, she began to realize what the girls had been talking about. This woman...was a monster. Forcing her fears aside, Elisabeth kicked a chair out, making silverware fly and impale the wooden object. She rolled further down the table, changing her aim. Firing three rounds down the length of the table, she tried to hit the scientist. All three bullets stopped, as Angel spoke again.

“Trying to hit the young master while I'm at my strongest? Stupid idea, bitch.” Elisabeth felt the invisible force, the same as with Grace. This time it was a thousand times stronger. It sent her flying upwards, slamming her through the solid wooden table. She choked down the cry of pain threatening to come out, as she was held aloft by the psychic maid. Angel stared at Elisabeth then shook her head. “To think I came from something so frail. Goodbye, Elisabeth.”

(3/3)
The force shifted, sending her flying down the length of the room. She slammed into the wall and felt the structure give way, as her body slammed into it with massive force. Her entire body felt numb, as she slipped from the wall and fell to the ground below. Her vision was blurring, as she tried to find the strength to stand. This was utterly ridiculous. How had this bitch been created from her? She coughed and tasted blood, wincing as she forced herself to one elbow. She forced herself back into a seated position, leaning back against the wall as her entire body screamed in pain. Glancing towards the ceiling, she shouted.

“Guys, if you have any hidden powers, now's the time to unveil it!” Both the cook and old man appeared from their cover at the same time, as Elisabeth slowly pushed herself to her feet. Now, what to try next?

>roll 1d100
>full daka; expending all ammo might phase her.
>go with cook; he might be able to outpunch this cunt
>go with the old man; he might have a trump card
>Write-In

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>369138
>>go with cook; he might be able to outpunch this cunt

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>369145

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>369138
>>go with cook; he might be able to outpunch this cunt

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>369138
>>go with the old man; he might have a trump card

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>369138
Ask a series of questions to Johannes that hopefully makes her doubt her loyalty to Johannes.

For example, Can she decided if she obeys you or not?, does she have free will? Shit like that

This is what I'm feeling is going on right now. I hope it dosent end the same for us
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=NAA52ui_Gzg

>>369569
Lewd warning

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>369138

End of voting; 86, 21, 10 for the Cook.

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Elisabeth raised one hand and the old man noted. He tossed a full magazine to her, which she caught. She still had 6 rounds in the clip if her counting was right. The cook began walking forward, closing his eyes as he got closer. What the hell? Angel wasn't taking chances, her silverware changing directions to face the cook. As she fired a volley of knives, the cook didn't bother blocking. Knives hit his chef's uniform, sliding off in a shower of sparks. It was...bullet-proof? Before Angel could realize her mistake, the cook took off at a sprint, bringing both his fists up. He wove to the left as silverware buried itself in the ground he'd occupied. Elisabeth sent a burst of rounds towards Johannes, throwing off Angel's focus. The rounds were stopped, but the silverware fell from the air.

“Gotcha, bitch.” The cook stepped forward and firmly planted his feet, as he got within striking distance. His fist almost vanished, as he threw a powerful jab. Angel couldn't block the strike and received the full weight of his blow on her chin. She started to fall, as the cook raised his foot to slam into her face. Angel's eyes narrowed, halting his foot before he could kick forward. He strained, trying to bring his foot down from sheer force. Elisabeth fired her last two rounds at Johannes. The scientist looked unswayed, as Angel shifted her focus to stop the bullets. The cook's foot slammed into her face, knocking her backwards onto the ground. Raising his foot to smash it down, the cook prepared his final strike, lowering his revolver at the same. A sudden, violent force grabbed his revolver, twisting it inwards. The cook's eyes widened and he shouted. “Oh fuck!”

The revolver fired, sending him reeling backwards. He collapsed, gasping for breath, as the revolver changed directions, aiming for his head. He looked up and smirked, as the hammer fell. Click!

“You should keep track of your ammo, bitch. It'll fail you at the worst times.” The cook chuckled, pain written on his face. Angel threw the revolver against the ground, breaking the metal weapon into pieces. Throwing one hand out, she sent the cook flying back. He slammed against the wall harder than Elisabeth had. His eyes rolled back as he fell forward onto the ground. Angel stumbled as she rose to her feet, hand reaching up to her head. When she'd regained her footing, she looked across at Elisabeth and Adam.

“Time to destroy the trash!”

As she threw her hands up, the old man shouted in return. “Wait! I'm willing to negotiate! This technology of yours is incredible, Johannes! If you promise to give up on my grandson's life, I'd be willing to fully support your goals!”

Elisabeth looked at the old man in shock. Every word he'd said seemed sincere. He was holding his hands up, rifle hanging from the sling. He began walking forward, as Angel maintained her focus. He walked over to Elisabeth, sliding the rifle off his back and handing it to her. As he did, he slipped a syringe filled with orange liquid into her hand. Leaning forward, he whispered. “Don't take that. It could kill you. I don't know what it is, but it could be our bargaining chip out of this hellhole.”

Turning around and raising his hands, the old man sat down at the opposite end of the broken table. Johannes clapped his hands, before reaching for his napkin. Wiping his face, he set the napkin to one side and grinned. “I knew you'd see the light of day, Adam! I can guarantee your life and that of all of your loved ones. After all, I never truly wanted to see anyone harmed in the pursuit of science. It was just some collateral damage in the grand scheme of things!”

Johannes continued rambling, as Adam visibly got more upset. Dismissing his family's death as 'collateral damage' was clearly the worst thing imaginable in the old man's eyes. Elisabeth watched their exchange, still firmly grasping the syringe in her hands. She noticed Karin starting to get up, confused. Her mind tried to think of a new plan, something to overcome this mess.

>roll 1d100
>listen to negotiations; plan around it
>assist the injured
>try to learn about serum
>write-in

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>369961

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>369961
>listen to negotiations; plan around it

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>369961
I want to learn about the serum, but that natural 100 is looking pretty sweet. If my roll is shit, lets go with >>369974

>>369968
What's this vote for?

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>369961
Plan around it

Rolled 871 (1d1000)

>>369961
>>listen to negotiations; plan around it

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Angel walked over and stood next to Johannes at the head of the table. A bruise was forming on her face, from where the cook had kicked her. She forced a smile on her face, as the young boy spoke.

“Anyway, onto the matters at hand. You want me to grant your heir his life? It won't be difficult. After all, what I'm after isn't the Vermilion heritage.” The young boy smiled, pushing his plate to one side. Motioning for something, Johannes waited as his maid moved. Angel glanced behind her, causing a large briefcase to fly through the air and settle on the table. The scientist undid the latches, pulling out a stack of papers he set down. Beginning to leaf through them, he set down individual stacks. “Here are treaties with various countries and alliances throughout the world. They've seen what I and my research have to offer and immediately sent up bids. Here's the original we drew up for Vietnam...and here's the new offer.”

The young boy slid two stacks of paper forward. They didn't make it remotely close to the end of the table. But both stacks levitated, sailing the rest of the way to land in front of the old man. He looked at both documents; the first was old and browning, while the second was almost new. He knew the old document, had been there the day it had been signed. Looking at the new one, he bit his lip when he saw the price.

“Impressive, right? Our government is willing to bankrupt itself twice over just to ensure this research isn't sold to our enemies. They didn't even ask for it for their armies. Scientists worldwide claimed that I'm insane and my research was borderline hypocrisy, Adam. Look at me now! I have every governing power in the world clambering for my results! I could sell it to whoever I please. But all I need to do is create a small army of subjects like Angel here, and I'll have a fighting force more powerful than any the world has ever seen.”

“That's amazing, Johannes. But where do you see this ending?” Adam spoke firmly, his voice just loud enough so the young man would pause his rant.

Johannes laughed, voice carrying across the room. The young boy continued laughing while shaking his head dismissively. “That's where your wrong, my friend! This story, my story, it has no end. I've unlocked the key to immortality, which voids death. I mean, a bullet to the head could kill me, but that's nigh impossible. After all, I have Angel with me. She can stop anything shy of a tank round.”

“I see. Tell me, were there any other projects outside of the 'enhancing the human body'? I noticed your lab, and the sheer amount of work in there was enough to boggle the mind.” The old man leaned forward on the table, looking across at the young boy. Johannes grinned and began speaking.

“I've decided that trying to rewrite the human DNA to bring out powers is just the first step. If possible, wouldn't it be amazing to have a serum capable of enhancing one's physical output? Something that would remain in the system, able to be activated at a moment's notice when in danger? I decided to create it after realizing Angel can't be with me at every waking moment. It's not perfected, but I'd be willing to give you a share once it's created. That is, if you are willing to aid me in my conquest of the world.”

“No. That will be enough, Johannes. It's obvious that a brilliant lunatic like yourself will just destroy himself and whatever he creates. So, let's close the curtains on this dispute.” The old man shoved his chair back, reaching into his coat. As he pulled out a canister, he tossed it and reached out, covering Elisabeth's eyes. A loud bang followed, causing Elisabeth to almost lose her footing. A flashbang?! She grabbed the edge of the table, and looked over. The old man was holding his ears in pain and shouting something. She couldn't hear, but read the last words.

“-shoot them! Do it while they're stunned!”

Glancing across the table, she saw the maid and Johannes. Both were fumbling, trying to regain their perception. That's when Elisabeth realized: Angel couldn't use her power now. If she messed up in any way, she would injure Johannes. Bringing the rifle to her shoulder, she aimed down the sights. Time to finish this.

>use every round to finish Angel
>use every round to kill Johannes
>go for an even spread to kill both

>>370105
>>use every round to kill Johannes
Always aim for the big boss. Angel can probably be put to good use elsewhere or will just kill herself after Johannes is dead.

>>370126
Backing

>>370105
>>use every round to kill Johannes

>>370126
>>370144
>>370154
Voting ended; roll 1d100

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>370193

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>370193

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>370193

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>370193

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>370193

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>370200
Nice one Anon.

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>roll 98

Adjusting her aim slightly, Elisabeth fired the remainder of the clip towards the young scientist. Every round struck true, visibly impacting the boy's small frame. He slammed into the back of his large chair, blood splattering the table in front of him. Johannes coughed then spit out a mouthful of blood, as Elisabeth dropped the rifle and drew the pistol. Dropping the empty clip and pulling out the full, she slammed it home and charged the weapon. Bringing it up in one fluid motion, she prepared to fire rounds at Angel. Angel's eyes were on Johannes, who was slumped against the table struggling to breathe. As Elisabeth fired the first round, Angel screamed. Everything froze, as her bullets hung in the air. Angel reached out, gingerly touching Johannes side. Pulling it away and seeing the blood, she laughed softly. The bullets were released from Angel's control, slamming into the wall where she'd been standing. Elisabeth adjusted her aim and prepared to fire another burst. This time, all of the rounds were stopped by Angel, who was trying to reign in her emotions. Elisabeth started to fire again, when her bands tore free from her arms. She couldn't grab them, as they flew towards Angel. Before she could react, an invisible hand wrapped around her throat. It lifted her off the ground as it tightened, sealing her breath. She tried to raise the gun, but a second invisible force struck the weapons from her hand. Her knives slid from the band, spiraling in the air to aim at the maid. Elisabeth glared at Angel as the woman glared at her. Both woman had tears in their eyes; one due to her master's death, and the other due to the promise about to broken. Elisabeth felt her vision going black, as she tried to look for something, anything, to break free. Her hand brushed something round in her pocket. She noticed the cook slowly rising to his feet, hand going to his cleaver. The old man was dropping to grab the pistol. Her hand slowly wrapped around the glass vial in her pocket, already prepared for injection.

>trust the two; they'll save her
>gamble it all on the serum
>write-in

>>370502
>>gamble it all on the serum
Sounds like a great idea, lets do it.

>>370502
>trust the two; they'll save her

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>370517

Do we know what te vial does?

If not Trust them

>>370611
It was hinted at being the vail Johannes was talking about. The one that gives you super strength and stuff. Could be a totally different thing though.

>>370624
I'm thinking we shouldn't chance it yet.

>>370502
>>trust the two; they'll save her

>>370638
>yet
It's possible the only next chance we'll have is after the Old Man and Cook are both dead after they get their asses handed to them by super Maid over there. 'Sides, a little risk is always fun.

Votes are a draw; time for a poll
http://www.strawpoll.me/10748081

Voting has ended.
>trust in the two; they'll save her
Roll 1d100; first 3 will be counted.

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>370776

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>370781
Jeez, we're just getting all the 90's huh?

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>370776

>>370781
nice.
brb there is a happening afoot in France.

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Internet has gone down in my barracks.
Will be unable to post until it comes back up. Should be fixed before late this evening. My apologies, comrades.

>>370829
gives me time to watch the happening

>>370829
I should go to sleep anyway.

>>370829
This kind of stuff always happens at the climax, huh? No problem Meido, see ya later.

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>rolled 98
(1/2)
Angel's gaze flitted from left to right, as the cook sprinted forward with his cleaver clasped in one hand. The old man secured the pistol, ejecting the partial magazine and loading a full one. The cook reached Angel, leaping into the air to add more force to his slash. As he rose into the air, Angel changed the trajectory of one of the blades, launching it at the cook. But he was waiting for that. As the knife flew towards his chest, he thrust one hand out, catching it by the handle. Shifting the course slightly, he made the knife slam into his shoulder, creating sparks and making the blade bounce. As the blade ricocheted off, he released his grip and caught it again. Angel's eyes widened at the display of skill. She'd underestimated the talent of this ordinary man. Three rounds shot through the air, shattering three of the 5 remaining blades. The old man was shifting his aim for the remaining two.

“Dammit, why do you still struggle!?” Angel screamed, using her powers to jump backwards away from the cook. The cook responded in turn, throwing the knife towards her. She blocked it with her mind, as he dashed forward. She landed, throwing both her hands up and releasing her hold on Elisabeth. Elisabeth fell to the ground, coughing as she struggled to breathe. The cook swung his cleaver down, stopping just shy of Angel's neck as she directed all of her power towards him. He visibly strained his muscles, planting his feet firmly and shouting.

“Hard work will not be defeated by bullshit powers!” As he finished shouting, he threw a punch from the side, slamming it into her stomach. She coughed as her muscles locked up and her hold slipped. His blade dropped and she threw outwards with all her mind. His cleaver sliced the edge of her neck as the cook was sent flying backwards through the table. His cleaver remained lodged in the wood, as he struck the ground and flew back into the wall. Karin stumbled over to his side to aid him. The old man began steadily walking forward, as Angel put both her hands to her throat. She pulled them away in shock, staring at the blood staining them. The old man fired three rounds towards the girl. She managed to divert the paths of two of the rounds, but the last struck her in the lower abdomen. Stumbling back and falling, the girl stared at the old man in shock as he walked forward, holding the weapon in front of him.

“Sorry, girl. But this world has no place for abominations who can't restrain themselves.” The old man raised the pistol as the girl glared at him, blood staining her clothes. He groaned as something slammed into his lower back. The pistol slipped from his fingers, as he reached back and grabbed the handle of the knife. He slowly sank to his knees, as the woman stood up shakily.

“Old men should just die. You stole everything from me. So I'll do the same to you. First I'll bring this entire base down as my master's tomb. Then I'll find your grandson and crush him. But first, you'll need to die.”

The old man cried out in agony as the girl force the blade deeper into his side. Elisabeth's hand closed around the syringe and her eyes darted to the cleaver. Slowly rising to her feet, she pointed towards Angel.

“You won't harm a single hair on my master's head. You want to know why?” She pulled out the syringe, positioning it over her chest. Forcing a smile, she plunged it in. Pressing the plunger, she injected the crimson liquid directly into her heart. Before the pain hit her, she grimaced and shouted. “Because I'll kill you!”

>roll 1d100

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>371098

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>371098

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>371098

>>371105
>>371117
Why am I so mediocre?

>>371122
I have yet to roll less than 90 in this thread.

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>371098
dice gods love this quest apparently

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>>371122
Don't worry anon. I'm happy you're here, reading my quest.

>>371122
There's just way too many 90's in this thread. I can't say for sure, but I feel as if we're stealing all the luck from the board. Lets see how long it lasts before we crash and burn with crit fails.

>>371131
Ever since /qst/ became a thing, I have yet to roll more than a 13 or a 53. END ME.

>>371143
hey at least we're not rolling 1's like NERV Bridge simulator.

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>>371142
T-thanks senpai.

this has to be a very lucky quest how many goats have you killed to please the dice gods?

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>rolled 93

Elisabeth sunk to her knees, as fire coursed through her body. She braced herself on the floor, screaming as the pain more than tripled. She slammed her head against the ground, still screaming, as the pain continued growing. The old man watched in shock as the maid slammed her hand into the ground, destroying the metal and sending ripples through the structure. Elisabeth's screams were cut short, as Angel picked the maid up, slamming her into the ceiling. Before the old man could grab his pistol, the woman kicked it to one side.

“Don't worry. After I kill your suicidal woman, I'll be back to finish you.”

The old man grimaced, as the woman twisted the knife with her mind. He fell onto his chest, vision turning black. He took a deep breath before muttering. “It's...down to you, Elisabeth.”

Angel ignored him, focusing her mind on Elisabeth. Rotating her body, the woman slammed the maid headfirst into the ruins of the table. Not satisfied, she flicked Elisabeth to one side, slamming her into the sealed doorway hard enough to visibly damage the steel doors. Dropping the body, Angel turned towards one of the pillars supporting the room. Focusing her mind, the woman grabbed the pillar. With a scream, she tore the huge steel beam free, hefting it with her mind alone. Walking over to face the comatose woman, she rotated the huge steel pillar. With a strained smirk, she drove the pillar through the doorway, crushing Elisabeth.

“After all those claims, you were as easy to kill as a cockroach. Pathetic.”

Turning towards the old man, Angel's eyes widened in shock.

“You...but...how?!”

(2/3)
The pain was endless. It coursed through every nerve of her being. If this pain was so great and unending, what point was there to trying? Elisabeth felt the grip of Angel, barely, through the pain, as she was thrown through the air. She slammed into the ceiling...or was it the floor? She felt herself begin flying again, only to slam through something. She was being tossed around like a ragdoll. But this pain, this pain was destroying her mind, making it impossible to think. She was thrown backwards, slamming into the wall. The metal folded around her body, as she slid to the ground. Her vision was fading, as the red began growing in her vision. Noticing the enemy moving, Elisabeth forced herself to lean back. She watched in a stupor as Angel tore the pillar free. She was too powerful. This was ridiculous. She felt the pain beginning to reside, only to be replaced by a sudden burst of ecstasy. The serum must have finished modifying her body! The pillar started to fly forward, but the maid only stood up, dusting off her dirtied uniform. Walking past the triumphant Angel, Elisabeth only patted her gently on the shoulder. This woman was in for the shock of her life. She could feel the sudden burst wearing off, and realized the speed boost was only temporary. Jogging over to the old man's side, she stared at the wound. It was bad, but not fatal. She could save him with some first aid. But first matter's first. Standing, she struck a pose, hands on her hips and a smile of triumph on her face. It was time to teach this bitch a lesson.

“Surprised, bitch?” Elisabeth's voice reached Angel's ears, filling the woman with rage. How dare this trash steal her master's precious research! Throwing her hands out, she threw everything she could grab at the woman. Chairs, broken table pieces, and silverware flew at the maid, who vanished again. Angel's eyes darted to the side in shock, as the woman set the old man next to the unconscious cook. In her hand was the cleaver. Tapping the bloody edge against her calf, Elisabeth smiled softly and muttered. “Shocked? Scared now that I'm too fast for you to catch? Don't worry; the changes don't end there.”

(3/3)
Angel's response was a scream, as she focused all of her power on Elisabeth. The maid was sent flying backwards towards the wall, as Angel's strength struck her. Rotating her body, Elisabeth landed on her feet on the wall, before breaking the psychic hold with a shrug. For Angel, that shrug had all of the strength of a semi-truck. She threw a wall of psychic power up and grasped for blades, anything she could throw at Elisabeth. An object reached her grasp; something she was able to use! She began pulling it towards her as Elisabeth dashed forward. The small thing flew up into her hand, as Elisabeth shattered her wall like it was paper. Thrusting the weapon forward as Elisabeth swung down, Angel pulled the trigger. Elisabeth's head snapped back as Angel stumbled back, cleaver buried through her clavicle into her chest. She stumbled back as Elisabeth fell onto the ground. She felt the table behind her and fell against it, looking over at her young master. Reaching out with a hand, she grabbed his with hers. Smiling softly, she whispered.

“I'm sorry, young master. I'm so sorry.”

Then she died, sliding to the ground.

Elisabeth's eyes saw the round as it left the barrel. She dug her feet into the ground, forcing her body backwards as she swung down. The bullet grazed her forehead, jerking it back, as her blade sunk into Angel's body. She fell onto the ground, wincing as the blood began flowing from the injury. She had won, though! Groaning, she sat up. It wasn't a satisfying victory. All of her companions had been injured, save for Karin, who was a rare exception. Ignoring the blood flowing from her head, she rose to her feet. She could feel the rush wearing off, making her body ache and her muscles exhausted. So it was only a temporary boost. She shook her head before glancing towards her comrades. What to do?

>tend to the old man
>wake up the cook
>find Faith
>write-in

>>371343
>>tend to the old man
He's the most gravely injured at the moment.

>>371343
>>tend to the old man
Cook is tough and Faith can wait.

>>371343
>Tend to the old man

>>371343
>>tend to the old man

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The pain was really setting in as Elisabeth limped to the old man's side. He was breathing raggedly and his shirt was stained with blood. She bit her lip, staring at the size of the blood stain. This was almost fatal and she lacked any first aid materials she'd need. She started undoing the buttons on her blouse when a voice called out. Glancing over, Elisabeth saw Faith. Clasped in the girl's hands were two syringes. Pushing them into Elisabeth's hands, Faith collapsed with tears in her eyes.

“Give this...to them. It'll heal their injuries. Please.” She mumbled, before falling to the ground. Were her injuries that bad? Elisabeth grabbed the knife firmly and yanked it from the old man's back. Fresh blood began flowing immediately, as she plunged the syringe into his neck. Directly into an artery, where the blood flowed the fastest. She pulled the fabric away from the cut and let the miracle drug start working. The effect was already obvious, as the blood began slowing in flow. Turning towards the cook, she started to prepare the second syringe. The man raised his hand suddenly, causing her to pause. He rose to his feet, using Karin as a support. Fully standing, he took a deep breath and nodded.

“I'm gonna be fine, Elisabeth. Use the syringe on Faith; she has the more pressing injuries.”

Elisabeth nodded and turned, using the dose of miracle drugs on the small girl. Her pained look relaxed; evidence of the drug doing its job. The old man was starting to move again. Elisabeth knelt next to him and offered a hand. He glanced up towards her before waving the maid away dismissively.

“I can get up on my own. Damn, my back hurts. What can we still scavenge from here?”

Elisabeth glanced towards the table. The documents were splattered in both Johannes and Angel's blood, but were readable. There were 3 more suitcases pushed against the far wall, each of varying types. She started to speak, when a loud voice spoke over the intercom.

“System registering Administrator's Death. Starting the Self-Destruct Countdown. 5 minutes and counting...”

It was the electronic voice from the training grounds! The old man was helping Faith to her feet, as Karin and the cook limped towards the elevator out. Glancing at the various suitcases, the maid tried to decide what to grab.

>large suitcase; with built-in electronics
>smaller suitcase, securely locked by three different mechanisms
>medium suitcase, brown and only clasped shut
>suitcase open next to Johannes and the papers from the table

>>371627
>>smaller suitcase, securely locked by three different mechanisms
Clearly the most important unless it's a really clever red herring.

>>371627
>>smaller suitcase, securely locked by three different mechanisms
Time to get out of Dodge.

>>371627
>large suitcase; with built-in electronics
Maybe it has overrides to the base's self-destruct

Votes ended; going with small suitcase

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As the four headed towards the elevator, Elisabeth sprinted in the opposite direction, going for the suitcases. Sliding to a stop next to them, she secured the smallest suitcase in the bunch. Ensuring it wasn't chained down in any way, she turned and ran to the others. Ensuring they all were in, the old man hit the giant, red 'Escape' button. Cliche, but served it's purpose. The feeling of being sped upwards hit the group, as the elevator flew upwards. It opened on the first floor, spilling them out next to the lobby desk. The body from before was lying next to the sealed doorway. Elisabeth grabbed her revolver belts and threw them over her shoulder as the others began limping towards the exit stairs.

“Come on! We have less than 4 minutes to get that helicopter going and escape!” Elisabeth shouted as they made their way up the dusty staircase. As they reached outside, the maid paused to enjoy the breeze on her skin. There had been times she'd thought she would never experience this again down there. She shook her head, dispelling the melancholic thoughts. This wasn't the time for standing around. Looping an arm under the old man's, she began half-dragging the man towards the helicopter. He climbed in, quickly turning on the warm-up switches.

“How long till it can take off!?” Elisabeth shouted to him as she helped the cook and Karin into the cargo bay.

“5 minutes normally, 2 minutes if I rush it. Hold on, this is going to be bumpy!” The old man began flipping various switches in the cockpit, motioning for Faith to assist him. The young girl did, taking the copilot seat beside him. Elisabeth walked over to the cook and set a hand on his shoulder. He winced and chuckled softly.

“Hey, be gentle with the goods. I've gotten thrown around more than I'd like this evening.”

“You and me both, Eric. We'll need to sit down and have a drink or two when this is over.” The maid smacked him on the back and was rewarded with coughing and curses. Karin began consoling him as Elisabeth stared at the suitcase she'd grabbed. The locks were of an unusual make; two didn't have any form of keyhole, while the center only had a combination of symbols. Tossing it to the side, she decided to deal with it later.

The engine roared to life and the helicopter propellers began spinning. Elisabeth grabbed the edge of the door as the ground began trembling.

“If you're going to fly this fucking piece of shit, better lift off now!” Elisabeth shouted as the ground began visibly cracking. As the earth began splitting, the old man increased the engine's speed. The helicopter began hovering, before ascending as the building started to explode. As they ascended and pulled away, a surge of wind struck the helicopter, almost knocking the aircraft off course. The old man steadied it and they pulled away as the facility disappeared into a sea of flames.

Angel's eyes opened slightly, as she felt her body moving. She looked up threw her dim vision and saw Johannes, blood running from his mouth. He nodded as she tried to figure out what was going on. He finished walking to the small pod in the wall, pushing her inside. Sticking her with another syringe, the young scientist pulled away.

“I can't let the woman I love die here. Live for me, Angel.”

Before she could reject his selfish demands, the pod door shut. Her vision swirled and faded, as consciousness left her again. A shock wave coursed through the pod, shaking it's course but not halting it. Angel finally blacked out, as the warm embrace of sleep took her.

The girl at the cash register paled as the old man held out three hundred dollar bills. The groceries stacked around the register were piled high, and the girl was panicking in her attempt to add up the change.

“Um, uh, sir, you have eighty-six dollars and seventy-two cents in change. You want that in tens, fives, or ones?” She looked like she was about to cry, confronted by an old man in tattered clothes, a woman with blood on her face, and a tall man wearing blood-soaked chefs outfit. The old man grabbed four of the bags, as his two assistants gathered up the rest. The old man chuckled softly and held up a hand in apology.

“Sorry, kiddo, for scaring you. Keep the change.”

Before the girl could reject his offer, the old man exited the store with the maid and cook. The cook sighed in irritation as they sat the groceries in the helicopter. The old man sat them down, before climbing in. Elisabeth looked around at the cars and spectators, before climbing in herself.

“Hey, old man, is it really okay for us to shop in the helicopter?” The cook shouted over the sound of the engine.

“Last I checked, I had all the permits! Landing in the parking lot might not be entirely legal, but two crying girls is enough to make any officer of the law balk!” The old man shouted to the back, as he took off. Elisabeth sat down and began changing from her dirt-stained suit into her maid outfit. Karin watched in silence, before asking quietly.

“Will I get a cute outfit too?”

“Don't worry; Elisabeth and you will be outfitted accordingly.” The cook flashed Karin a thumbs-up, before shouting to the front. “Oi! Old man! Land us somewhere we can get some clean clothes and clean up! We all look terrible!”

Elisabeth laughed as the old man shouted something back to the old man. Leaning back against the wall, she finally relaxed. Her maid outfit was definitely the best.

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>Modification Arc, End
And with that, our crusade against the Modification Wing ends! Thanks for reading! I'll return with more maid shenanigans tomorrow, comrades!

>>372035
Sweet ending Meido, but I did let out a "Fuck, I thought we killed him" when Johannes was saving his waifu. Looking forward to more maid shenanigans though especially now that the place will be getting quite a bit more lively.

>>372035
had fun reading
also we qpre very lucky with all the high 90 rolls
would you have killed us if we rolled babdly? just woundering
look fawd to see what happens next.
this is y you double tap the bad guys >>372053

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>>372076
>>372053
I doubt I'd kill my cast unless it was a series of 1's or it was being written that way. And not double-checking Johannes when grabbing the documents next to him will have future affects. Thanks for reading, and I'm glad you both enjoyed it!

>>372107
Thanks for running. It was fun. I am pretty worried about Angel though. Is there any chance that we could have the Old Man develop some kind of laser rifle like the ones from Akira? Those were built around the idea that (most) espers can't bend light.

>>372127
Who knows? There's always the small suitcase and whatever secrets it holds.

Rolled 1 (1d1)

Time to go back to seducing the young master evens we fail ,odds we win his love

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>>372286
The number one is neither even nor odd. Checkmate atheists

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“Let me get this straight. You were with my grandfather and stumbled upon two girls getting assaulted. The cook deal with the assailant, getting injured in the attempt, and you were struck in the head by a thrown object. After rescuing both girls, my grandpa offered them a job...which is where we are now?” The young master massaged his temples with his fingertips, obviously distressed by the two young girls standing on either side of Elisabeth. Both had been given maid outfits, spares Elisabeth hadn't needed. Elisabeth held her smile and nodded curtly. Alexander sighed in irritation, before waving them away. “Well, go ahead and teach them what their tasks are here. I'll talk to you later, Elisabeth.”

“Understood, young master.” Elisabeth nodded before walking out of the study, followed by the two girls. As they left the study and the woman closed the doors, both girls dropped the smiles. Karin was the first to speak, groaning under her breath as she paced away.

“God, that brat is irritating! Selfish, arrogant, and suspicious of his own grandpa!”

“You do realize that everything he's been told thus far about us is a lie, right?” Faith spoke softly, adjusting the apron she was wearing slightly. She'd been more than willing to put on the maid outfit this morning. Karin was suspicious it was some sort of fetish the old man had.

“You both must learn never to doubt the young master. He only has your best interests in mind. He wouldn't kick either of you from the mansion, unless you tried something idiotic or stole from the place. So, make the most of your new lives. Karin, the cook has a job for you in the kitchen. You'll be his new assistant. Try not to burn down the house. Faith, you're my assistant and will aid the old man whenever he needs it. Understood?” Elisabeth spoke gently but firmly, making sure her tone carried the level of authority it should. Both girls nodded, Faith heading towards the stairs and Faith stepping in place behind Elisabeth. The maid turned towards the stairs, deciding what should be the first business dealt with.

>begin cleaning the second floor
>take stock of the cleaning supplies
>Write-In

>>375295
>take stock of the cleaning supplies
Can't exactly clean without supplies now can we?

>>375295
>begin cleaning the second floor

>tell her never to fuck with the gardener

>>375295
>>take stock of the cleaning supplies

>>375295
>Take stock of the cleaning supplies

Voting has ended; 3 for Cleaning Supplies

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Elisabeth turned in the hallway, heading back towards her room. Faith followed, trying not to look puzzled. As the girl followed the woman into the room, Elisabeth turned and locked the door. Walking over to her closet, she began pushing uniforms to either side. As Elisabeth did this, Faith finally spoke.

“What are you doing, Elisabeth?”

“Taking stock of our cleaning supplies. After last night's escapades, I find myself lacking in tools.” Elisabeth spoke firmly, pulling out the back of the closet. Staring at the bare wall, the woman grimaced. She reached deep into the dresser and began pulling out sets of throwing knives. She tossed a band towards Faith. “Here; strap this on somewhere unnoticeable. Our jobs here as maids is simple. Protect the heirs with all of our strength in the shadows, so as to not be a bother. Never let Alexander see you if you have to dispose of trash. You must be efficient, silent, and above all else clean. Leaving any trace of filth in your wake is punishable by immediate ejection from the premise. Understood?”

Faith looked confused as she strapped the band to her thigh. She nodded in response and muttered. “Yes...Elisabeth?”

“Good. Cook will outfit Karin and give her a brief of his own making. On the side, our job is maintaining the cleanliness of the mansion throughout. This can include, but isn't limited to, doing laundry, waxing floors, buffing windows, plastering cracks, and so on and so forth. Let's continue moving, Faith.” Elisabeth finished strapping two bands of knives onto her arms then rolled down her sleeves. Exiting the room, she pointed towards the hamper in the corner. “Secure that and begin gathering the dirty laundry from the rooms. If I ever tell you to fetch supplies for cleaning, it will be supplies from the cleaning closet. If I tell you to fetch cleaning supplies, prepare for a fight with whatever weapons are on hand. Understood?”

Faith nodded firmly, grabbing the hamper and scooping the dirty laundry into it. Elisabeth exited the room, glancing down the length of the hallway. The hall was relatively clean. Same with the remainder of the rooms on the third floor. The chairs in the entertainment room needed cleaning after the day prior, as well as the carpet. She began walking towards the stairs, only glancing back once to ensure Faith was working. Having help would be nice. A sudden thought popped into her head, and she turned towards Faith. The girl opened the last door on the left then paused immediately after entry. She had entered the room of their resident sociopath. Before the girl could grab the laundry inside, Elisabeth stepped forward and pushed her into the greenhouse.

“As a side note, the resident of this room is sick in the head. Never leave the driveway and don't go into the woods outside. At least not until the next staff meeting. If you do, he might skin you alive and bury you in the ground. Okay?”

“Okay?” Faith's voice fell flat as she looked around the room. She was obviously spooked by the maid's declaration. Elisabeth knew the girl wouldn't make the mistake of going outside of the safe zone. Exiting the room with the girl in tow, the woman began making her way towards the staircase. The list of things to do was huge; what to tackle first?

>orient Faith with the laundry room
>tackle the mess in the Conference Room
>tell the cook to explain the Gardener to Karin
>Write In

>>375464
>tell the cook to explain the Gardener to Karin
We ought to make sure that our new comrades don't go wandering into the woods.

>>375464
>>tell the cook to explain the Gardener to Karin

>>375464
>>orient Faith with the laundry room

>>375455
>Tell the cook to explain the Gardener to Karin

Voting Ended; talk to Cook about help and the Gardener.

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(1/2)
Elisabeth parted ways with Faith on the first floor. The girl headed towards the laundry room with the dirty clothes. Elisabeth trusted that the girl's intelligence was such she could navigate the appliances. But the thought of the Gardener hung in her head. Knowing the cook, he'd send Karin to the cellar to get some food. And with her abysmal luck, she'd managed to get outside and get torn apart by the Gardener. She paused, thinking for a moment about how shocked the Gardener would be if someone he'd skinned stood back up. Dispelling the thought, she headed through the dining room towards the kitchen. A scream and breaking dishes made her pause. Something was wrong; that had been Karin's voice. Drawing a blade from her band, she palmed the small knife and began walking towards the kitchen silently. Leaning against the entryway, she turned into the room, preparing to throw. What she found made her pause in awe.

“Dammit, Karin, this is the seventh time you've dropped the same platter and broken a set of dishes. I'm glad I didn't bother putting anything into those dishes.” The cook was leaning against the sink, watching the girl kneel on the floor around broken dishes. The silverware was scattered across the floor and the glass was shattered into a dozen pieces. Karin was picking it up piece by piece, tears of rage and discomfort in her eyes. Stepping around the mess, Elisabeth made her way to the cook's side. He noted her, nodding in her direction. “Thought I'd teach the girl how to serve a proper meal. Can't balance a damn thing. Would it have killed Johannes to add that to the experiment?”

He dodged a knife thrown at his head, wincing as he moved his body. He set a hand to his chest and muttered. “Damn. Last night was a ride and a fucking half. Could barely move this morning, but the meal needed fixed. How's your brow?”

Elisabeth's hand shot to the bandage, as she laughed softly. “Better than I'd expected, worse than I'd hoped. Anyway, did you tell Karin about Patrick?”

He nodded and leaned against the counter. “Told her there's a weirdo who would love violating her outside. Stay on the road and inside, she'll be fine. You wonder what he'd do to-”

“That's enough about that. Did you have any ideas in regards to the suitcase?” Elisabeth asked, stopping the cook's question before Karin could hear. The cook sighed and pushed away from the counter. Pulling a new tray from the stack, he began putting new dishes onto it.

“No. Total mystery. Even the old man was having troubles figuring out. He's doing great, though. The drugs Johannes made were some top-notch shit. If he's to be believed, it healed his lung cancer.”

“Dammit. We're going to need to cover that up as well. Alexander can't know any of this.” Elisabeth muttered as she began walking towards the exit. The cook called out behind her, voice firm and hard.

“Elisabeth...that boy is eventually going to need the truth. From all of us...you especially.”

Elisabeth set her hand against the doorway, looking at the ground. She bit her lip and nodded firmly. “I understand, Eric. Today isn't the time, though.”

Before the cook could respond, she walked out of the kitchen. Her hand returned to the bandage on her forehead. She hadn't told anyone, but the gash from the night prior had almost fully healed. Her bullet wounds from the days prior had fully healed as well. The serum had done something to her, but what exactly was the question. She sighed and continued moving forward.

>check on Faith
>talk to the old man
>start cleaning the conference room
>write-in

>>375648
>>check on Faith

>>375648
>>check on Faith

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Will continue writing tomorrow; my apologies for the lack of progress today.

>>375703
Thanks for running!

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>>375707
No problem, comrade. Thanks for reading.

>>375703
thanks for runing

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Sorry for not updating today; the recent events that occurred have pushed time tables at my job, so I was called in to work early. I will put out a notification on my twitter the next time I can run. Thanks for reading Hitmaid, I hope you all enjoyed it!

>>379277
You have a twitter, Meido? I don't think I ever saw it posted or linked, what's the name? And thanks for running and see ya around.

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>>379326
https://twitter.com/MeidoCerulean Here's a link. MeidoQM. And no problem, I'm glad anons took the time to vote and read this story. I'll hopefully be back soon.