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Previous Thread.

>[PRIDE] Cover your distinctive hair and see what people are saying about last night.

Hopefully some cuties are saying some good things about us.

>>494294

Guess it's going to be slow today since I'm posting at weird time. Giving it until 10 to the hour and then I'll call it for this if nothing else.

>>494290
> [CURIOSITY] Realize Doc Lexington still has not come back from retrieving his money.

>>494290
>> [PRIDE] Cover your distinctive hair and see what people are saying about last night.

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>>494294
>>494347

You find what looks to be some kind of scarf amongst the clutter of Lexingtons wagon-cabin. In fact, you notice that he isn't here, despite you staying out well past the agreed upon curfew. With an internal shrug you head out into the busy street and begin navigating your way through the bustled and honestly slightly lethargic crowds. You look around and notice that not many people seem to be actually doing anything. Besides a certain few putting together small little fires at the sides of paths in what looks to be some kind of religious ceremony. You find this festival rather interesting; maybe Lexington will tell you more when you regroup.

Thinking of the festival reminds you of last night and that fluttering in your stomach; you remember the look on Tornin's face as he fire ignited around you. But you start to do something rather rude; you look towards a gathering of older citizens and beging to listen in.

"Did you see that bloody women who came in with the dancing?"


"Right good bit of meat weren't she Irene? I tell you if I were 50 years younger I'd-" [/]

"Do nothing because you were madly in love with your new bride weren't you sweetheart? "

"Maybe she was one of them magic types. Thomas says Hona had to search their wagon because she came in with a proper wizard! beard and that too....

"Bull. She's just a good dancer. Probably does it for a living."

"Probably a Southern Girl. Poor thing probably never got taught manners..."

"Well one of those Southern travellers beating a hunter with quick feet wouldn't be too out there. But did you hear her talk? I don't reckon she's Southern.

One of them notices you, an older lady who was pretending to mix something in a mortar and pestle. "I'm sorry love, were you needing hangover cure? Am 'fraid you'll need to get in line.

After your dealing with the food merchant you opt to say you'll be back another time. Standing on a bridge overlooking the street you notice Honamurei's and her two squadmates keeping a watchful eye over the street of stalls. Just as you ponder heading up there, you are distracted by;

> A strange noise over by the Belltower

> A Vase being smashed nearby

> [CURIOSITY] A local craftsman making jewellery

>Write-In

>>494349
>A strange noise over by the Belltower

>>494349
>> [CURIOSITY] A local craftsman making jewellery

>>494290
>After escaping the clutches of a German guard
Ha, talk about railroading, pretty sure we didn't vote on that.

> A strange noise over by the Belltower
Tempted to go with CURIOSITY but strange noise is to tempting.

Okay 2 more minutes. I mean it this time, hopefully my family wont need me to run errands as soon as I start writing this time.

Have a very WIP character sheet. Anything you think should be added or any questions annoy me about them.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1csg7vC-Yz10aAqk9ZwdCNv24obLGTtM5p6bKkPq1Pgc/edit#heading=h.74gk3dg6mvjp

>>494365
>Levelheaded
I suppose that means oblivious

>>494368

Trying to think without emotions what traits would be had or we've displayed by now. ? ones are ones that Purps thinks she has but are not 110% confirmed.

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>>494359
>>494352

There's a weird noise like a belltower. You're not too sure what it was but you immediatly walk towards it. Since, you know you're still incognito it would be a bad idea to just leap to the rooftops from here. So you stroll past a jewellry stall and avert your eyes when you see a man selling food and ale with a bandage round his head. You do have enough to pay him back now... but 85gp isn't exactly a fortune either.

While walking down the street towards the belltower you notice that the people walking towards it has thinned out and instead people are starting to hurry away from it. Panic starts to ripple through the stal street as they reach it. Though when you are close enough to notice a ring of onlookers you hear the crack of a rifle. Three shots in a quick burst striking the bell. The crowd crouches in fear and in the centre of the cricle you see the gunman; stumbling around and ranting at the world...

Tornin is very drunk.

> [CURIOSITY] See what's going on

> Walk Away

> Write-In

(Character sheets updated.)

>>494397
>> [CURIOSITY] See what's going on

>>494397
> [CURIOSITY] See what's going on

>>494397
>> [CURIOSITY] See what's going on
Lets unintentionally antagonize the fox!

>>494424
You mean moreso?

>>494397
>See what's going on

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>>494424
>>494422
>>494403

You walk into the circle, still in your impenatrable disguise and ask Tornin; "why are you drunk and shooting the bell? Is something wrong?

"IS SOMETHING WRONG?" He slurs [s]" I'll tell you mrs Fisherwife! THAT SOME PURPLE HAIRED SLUT! CAME INTO OUR TOWN! FURING OUR FESTIVAL! AND JUST MADE ME LOOK LIKE A JOKE!"

He sighs and reloads. Taking three or four times to fir his spare magazine into the assault rifle. HE seems to be intensely focusing on his gun. "I DON'T WANT TO BE A HUNTER! IM GOOD AT IT BUT ITS BORING! DANCING IS FUUUUUUU-" He trips on nothing.

> Reassure him he wasn't a joke.

> Tell him being a hunter is a noble profession

> [CURIOSITY] Ask why he's drunk

> [PRIDE] Tell him that only an amazing dancer could beat him.

> Write-In

(Am eating, i think i missed a vote so sorry.)

>>494449
>> [CURIOSITY] Ask why he's drunk
I could be wrong but I think this is more in character than > Reassure him he wasn't a joke (since we are in curiosity already)

>>494449
> [PRIDE] Tell him that only an amazing dancer could beat him.

>>494449
>> [CURIOSITY] Ask why he's drunk
> [CURIOSITY] can't you do both. Isn't killing an art?

>>494467
Seconding

Gotta dos dishes after that lovely dinner. Will count up when done.

posting character sheets again for new guy; https://docs.google.com/document/d/1csg7vC-Yz10aAqk9ZwdCNv24obLGTtM5p6bKkPq1Pgc/edit#

>>494449
>reassure him
I want to believe in this guy. He seems like he just has self-esteem issues. Plus if shit hits the fan, Hona is nearby.

>>494449
> [CURIOSITY] Ask why he's drunk
But alcohol is not required for either of those things

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>>494467
>>494466
>>494457

"Why are you drunk? You ask, your voice actually not monotone and flat for once.

He looks at you as if you asked why the sky is blue or why do we breathe or why do mermaids not like gold. He throw his hip flask on the ground after taking a swig of nothingness. "Because I got embarresed by an outsider? So now my crew ditched me? Come on Red eyes pay attention! He snaps getting aggravated. "Plus if I can't be the best dancer I might be the best drunk!" he laughs and it doesn't reach his eyes. You are still curious though;

"Why can't you hunt and dance? Like you have been doing. Certain people..." Me "Call fighting and killing a dance, or an artform. So why is this a problem?" You really want to adjust your headscarf.

"I can't. need to get my pride back. I.... I'LL FIND THAT BITCH AND BEAT HER AT HER OWN GAME! I'LL KICK THE FLAT BITCH'S ASS AT FIGHTING!" He probably can't kick your ass.

> Reveal your identity

> Tell him that might be a bad idea.

> [CURIOSITY] Ask him why he's taking losing so badly/ Why his crew are so fickle

> Write-In

>>494492
>> Write-In
If your crew abandoned you for something trivial they might have never been loyal to you to begin with.

>>494492
>> [CURIOSITY] Ask him why he's taking losing so badly/ Why his crew are so fickle
Why do you care what they think if they clearly only care what others think of you.
(But it would also be funny to reveal our identity and beat him in a fight too.)

>>494492

> [CURIOSITY] Ask him why he's taking losing so badly/ Why his crew are so fickle

Got 1 hour 25 minutes until I leave for my gig. Will try to get two posts in before then. Getting changed for it now, will count votes when back.

>Write-in: [Pride]
Tell him that such a fickle crew as is former one, a group that couldn't even beat an improvised dance group, only held him back.

They can't hold a candle to him, even less to an otherwordly being such as the girl of yesterday.

He should travel to perfect his art and find a more suitable crew.

>>494498
>>494497

>>494495
>>494503


Got a tie gents. Everyone fight over which option is better.

>>494503
Switching to this. Maybe we can get foxboi as an ally.

>>494543
>>494503
>>494495

Writing.

>>494536
OK OP, I'll go with this one. Tell him he is a good dancer but this town is used to him. He should move about some.

>>494503
>He should travel to perfect his art and find a more suitable crew.

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>>494503
>>494495
>>494543
[PRIDE]
"Why do you concern yourself with lesser people? Such a group being fickle after being defeated by a group improvised on the spot held you back. They can't hold a candle to you, much less that otherworldly being like that girl yesterday." You shrug "But if you want to beat the Firefly." You have no idea what made you say that word. "you should travel the world to improve as a dancer, or find a crew worth associating with."

Your face goes into a smirk as you add, "But even then you might still fall to her."

His face goes to stone.He faces you, "Travel? But I have never left Grinnsmon. He's more talking to himself, "Could the answer be out there? But who would I travel with? What would I do?"

You see a familiar black hait and blonde head heading this way.

> Leave him to stew

> Reveal

> [CURIOSITY] Ask what he's going to do

> Write-In

>>494564

> [CURIOSITY] Ask what he's going to do

>>494564
>> Write-In
Follow your heart brave fox
(Um, or Lave himo to stew and go to birdy if that isn't in character...)

>>494564
> [CURIOSITY] Ask what he's going to do

Got 30-45 minutes left before I leave. If thread is still alive tonight when I get home I WILL still run.

>>494564
Arh, such nice options.

>>494586
Don't forget to twat it. We non-GMT could get confused.

>>494581
If his heart is still confused:
South is tribal? Might want to start there. Exoticism.

>>494604

Always do.

We've got 1 for saying to do what he wants from >>494581

1 for curiosity

1 for Encouraging him to go South.

Oh shit missed a post actually. Writing for Curiosity.

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>>494582
>>494568


"So what are you going to do now?" You ask him. He's kind of in his own world still. But he is making a lot more sense, even if it is punctuated by stumbled and burps.

"Fuck it. I'll do it. I'll wander the whole of Munis if that's what beating that bitch takes.... He grimaces. "Just gotta find someone to travel with. And settle some debts... and...

You hear a high pitched but furious voice; "TORNIN BY FIRE'S HEAT I VILL NOT HAVE MY TOWN TURNED INTO A VEATRE! She throws handcuffs at his face. You didn't think it looked to forceful but it hits his face with an audible thunk. He holds his now bleeding nose as Hona stands over him tapping her foot. She kicks up little clouds of dust as William and the other guard clear the crowd. "VE DO NOT HAVE ALL DAY! She shouts before looking over to you.

She begins a routine speech; "Vank you vor helping vith this citizen ve- she recognises you just as Tornin gets the handcuffs on. "Purps! I am sorry this fool has bothered you again. I'll take him to prison myself!" She begins hauling the foxman away leaving furrows in the dirt as she bodily drags him. You don't think he heard that, he's still bitching about his bloody nose. But that was a close one.

Now what do;

> [CURIOSITY] Where is Doc Lexington at?

> Make sure the bell isn't damaged enough to fall

> Go have a nap (it is lunchtime)

> Follow Foxman since you have nothing better to do.

>Write-In

>>494672
> [CURIOSITY] Where is Doc Lexington at?
It would be pretty awkward for our career as a bodyguard is we'd forgot to guard the body.

This is the last post for now.

Consider us on hiatus until about 12GMT Keep you eyes on the twatter.

>>494672
>> [CURIOSITY] Where is Doc Lexington at?
well eating some food

> Make sure the bell isn't damaged enough to fall

It is immediate concern, and while at it lets Purps have a reason to climb up the tower. Could even look from there for interesting events/ Doc.

>>494672
>write-in
Ask Hona to let Tornin come with us, since we're probably leaving when we meet up with doc.

>>494922

More people in our party

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>>494683
>>494690
>>494855

Remembering that you are in fact a bodyguard who is meant to guard the body of your principle; one who did not return to your meetup point at the agreed upon time last night - you think you should track down Doc. So you head back to the wagon. The streets are still bustling and you can't help but glance at some of the stalls as you pass, curiosity is not a vice - but a blessing as... someone would say. Seriously the whole amnesiac thing really gets in the way of perfectly good internal dialogue.

As you are making to turn off of the stall street, you notice men cmanning the stone wall beginning to make more of those little flaming pyres - the first ones being lit already even though it's just past afternoon. They probably won't be useful until late prevening and even then not much. But the village will be surrounded by dots of fire. Maybe you should ask Lex about this festival?

That is the thought in your brain when you reach the wagon. But now is not the time for internal dialogue for now is the time you become a detective!

> You should look for a bank or a registry, he went to pick up money after all.

> Maybe he's drunk somewhere? Does he drink?

> [PRIDE] Stand atop that bridge overlooking stall street and call upon the village to help "the Firefly"

> You think he went into a building farther to the South

> You think he went North, to visit the alchemist or apothecary or something

> Write-In

>>495665

> You think he went North, to visit the alchemist or apothecary or something

If not, there could still be something interesting there

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>>495668

People are still here thank fuck. Was getting worried my real life would have killed this.

Have a wagon.

>>495665
>> You think he went North, to visit the alchemist or apothecary or something

Since I'm back gonna post the boring stuff:

@StarbornQ is the twatter. I post when I'm gonna post.

Char sheets: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1csg7vC-Yz10aAqk9ZwdCNv24obLGTtM5p6bKkPq1Pgc/edit#heading=h.74gk3dg6mvjp

Just had to switch to my phone so I can lie in bed

Callin in two minutes for North as stands.

Already regretting switching to my phone, is an arse to use

>>495711

come back to the desktop. You purple haired animu protaganist needs you,

>>495665
>> [PRIDE] Stand atop that bridge overlooking stall street and call upon the village to help "the Firefly"

>>495716

I might in a bit, but I just got comfortable. I'll just have to deal with being a bit less eloquent for now

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>>495676
>>495668

You head to your right. Moving Northwards you ask around for the apothercary or alchemist or herb lady or medicine woman. Honestly you saw her working a mortar and pestle earlier. But her stall was gone on your way back from seeing drunken foxman...

So you began to work you way through the directions given to you by a man who was rather bad at talking to women. Honestly if he asked what you thought of Grinnsmon's weather once it would have been passable smal talk; but five times is a bit much, just because you're emotionally cripppled does not mean you're socially incapable.

You realise a random farmer probably couldn't tell you were emotionally crippled from a glance at the same moment you see what looks to be a miniature jungle. The jungle is barely contained within a wall crudely constructed of rocks that are honestly more vine than stone at this point. The house itself reminds you of a ghola bush. So round and leafy... it just looks like someone gave giants blood to a ghola bush. Well... an apothacary/alchemist/ whatever she's going to give her title as to you - might actually just have done that for her house. She probably has giants blood in her house.

You also realised you have a surprising amount of knowledge on the effects of that potion. You may in fact be from that village of midgets but just drank giants blood.

You would rather not consider that.

> Knock Knock Open up the door it's real

> [CURIOUS] LOOK AT THIS BUSH THE FLOWERS ARE STEEL

> Decide this is a bad idea.

> Write-In

>>495756
>> Knock Knock Open up the door it's real

>>495756

> Knock Knock open up the door it's real

With the non-stop pop pop of stainless steel

Or however it goes

>>495769
>>495784

Writtan

> Knock Knock open up the door it's real

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>>495769
>>495784
>>495811

With the sound of barking dogs in your head, you advance through the grass. dodging creeping vine, sneaky tree roots and even thorns that seem to be coming out of nowehere you make it to the doorstep? Door mound? Door mound. You make it to the door mound and can't help but feel like this place doesn't like you. The grass seems to have stopped swaying as you passed, the roots did seem like they were trying to trip you and the thorns did not look that big when you were further away. Perhaps some kind of plant diety has decided you are persona non grata since that fire diety apparently likes your dancing?

You immediately do not like that notion and knock on the door. Rather than the rich sound of flesh on wood you get a kind of squishy sound. Like you just put your hand in mud. But you're far form a pretty pink princess, so you're not too wierded out by the mud door.


The door opens and before you stands what you can only describe as a tiny grumpy crone. You are really curious about this tiny people village.

"The fuck are you?" She asks as if you had called her mother a cow.

"Um"

She flicks a wrist and some roots form from her house's floor and carries her to your waist level so she can look in your eyes. "I don't fuckin know you. Leave. The wife's the one who sells the babykillers and she's off to the firefest." She snaps her ifngers and the door slams shut.

You're still a bit stunned when you realise you hear leaves rustling behind you.

You turn around and that is indeed a garden gearing up for war.

> Fight the Garden?

> [PRIDE] Demand she talk to you properly?

> You could maybe make it out if you got lucky?

> Shout for Doctor Lexington to get his ass out here.

>>495849
>> Fight the Garden?

>>495849

> Fight the garden?

Might as well do something to occupy ourselves

>>495849

Also what time do you plan on running till tonight?

>>495914

Until I forget about what's stressing me enough to sleep. Or people stop playing.

>>495920

Fair enough

>>495849
>> You could maybe make it out if you got lucky?

>>495867
>>495876
>>495945

Time to fight amongst yourselves children. On another note, you know how hard it is to find images for evil garden?

>>495960

I still vote we fight the garden. Then find the wife and buy one of those babykillers she was on about. Never know when you might need one

Writing for Fighting.

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>>495867
>>495876

You draw your buzzsaw and swilr it above your head like a morning star, advancing to meet the oncoming green tide like a commander leading his soldiers. You are outnumbered but you are not outgunned.

You decide that using your agility here will only get you into trouble with tangling roots and vines and such. So you wait for a tree to act as vanguard for your enemy. It winds back to hit you with a stiff haymaker, but finds it branch gone before it can connect.

1 slash form your buzzsaw, 1 serious wound.

You just stand your ground and shred anything coming near you. At one point tthe whole garden tries to jump on you at one, you lean back to avoid a deadly thrust from a carrot. Duck rosebush fire. Countering each with a lethal striker of your own.

Soon you hve broken the morale of the garden... Except the bush of steel.

> Write-In to fight the bush.

Some char sheet updates have been added.

>>496034

Fuck fighting the steel bush, don't want to damage our weapon. We've done our damage, I say we take the opportunity to flee.

>>496059

Anyways, we gotta track down fox-dude and recruit him to our party

>>496059
Good idea

>>496095
>>496059

So we fleeing?

>>496098

I think so

>>496059
>>496095

You stand before the bush. A showdown, it's steel thorns are procced, metal leaves rustle with the sound of a sword being draws and it's roots creak with the sound of a hunting rifle.

You swing your buzzsaw at your side picking up speed with each rotation. You lick your lips, a rare tension filling your body. The fearsome beast charges at you as your swing reaches it's lowest point and you let the blade fly....

Right over the bush to grasp the signpost outside the property. You yank on the wire dragging yourself into the air, feeling steel dig into your ankle as you soar past the bush.

You land roughly on one foot, cursing as you notice the wide yet smooth wound left by the bush. It is the first time you have been wounded since waking up on the hill with the tree.

That bush was very effective home security if it managed to tag you moving at full speed.

> I should ask Hona if she knows where Doc is.

> Guess I should try South of the wagon

> Banks and Registry

> Write-In

>>496158
>> I should ask Hona if she knows where Doc is.

>Write-in
Check that (wide?) wound. If no sign of infection or whatever, alcohol+dress it. Is there an alchemist around (other than the crone?)

> I should ask Hona if she knows where Doc is
And say hi to Tormin, revealed

>>496158

I say go see Hona and ask. It's better than wandering randomly and we can ask her about our foxy friend and what happened to him.

I still want to recruit him.

>>496187
>>496191
>>496195

Writing.

Note: The wound is remarkably clean slice. Unless you rub shit in it it'll probably be ok. (Still might want it stitched)

>>496201
More reasons to find Doc

>>496221

True

soo looks like we trimed some of the bush then
you win this round steel bush

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>>496187
>>496191
>>496195

You trudge through the town again. Your progress only slightly slowed by the wound in your leg. You eventually get sick of bleeding like a stuck pig and tie your ingenius headscarf disguise around your ankle and foot in such a way to act as a bandage. Neat work if you say so yourself.

So you start to walk more naturally and then you decide to head ot the roofs after the fifth time that you are recognised and called firefly. As proud as you are with your dancing prowess this whole recognition thing has it's downsides.

Landing next to one of Hona's guards... not William... the other one... You ask where the boss is, apparently her office. Also known as the prison.

Well, ominous.

You began to feel a little sleepy, began? No you are beginning? You will? No present tense, you are feeling sleepy. Yet it's only 2pm. Odd, you take off across the rooftops, using your wire for most of the leaps.

It takes you almost an hour to arrive at the Prison. You've no idea what to expect, but a minotaur secretary was not on your list of potential situations. Your head is swimming. It takes a second to notice he's smiling at you as he waits for you to speak.

> Ask for a friend (Write-In option)

> Politely ask for Sgt Honamurei

> [Curiosity] What's being a minotaur like

> Ask if there's been a scholar through

> Ask how that durnk gunman is

>>496266
>> Ask if there's been a scholar through

>>496266

> Ask for Sgt Honamurei

We can ask her about Lexington and Tormin

>>496266
>> [Curiosity] What's being a minotaur like

> Ask for Hona
And discover if you can faint from blood loss or from bad juju bush juice curse.

Literally everyone voted for something different.

Where's my Godzilla let them fight gif?

Back on my pc now, phone was giving me an aneurysm

>>496310

2 votes for Hona
>>496284
>>496304

>>496313

Oh I took the calling her Hona one as "Is my friend here.." one because it was shortened. M'bad I'll write once i get something to ram down my throat.

while I'm AFK I'll ask you guys something; what other quests you all read?

>>496325

None really. Never used to frequent this board

>>496325
among others, currently:
Starborn Quest (you know, that one)
Undead Bonezone Civ (if only it came back...)
Skullquest
unDead Quest
The tales of Jack Chitin
Necromancer Quest
Pitbull quest

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"Is Sgt. Honamurei here? I'd like to speak to her if at all possible."

"Honamurei,Honamurei,Honamurei...."

He turns the page.

He mutters her name.

He turns the page.

He mutters her name.

You can't feel your feet. You must've been standing for much longer than you thought.

You genuinely don't know if he's looking at the book in his hands or is just humouring you until you give up?

> [PRIDE] Would you want to keep "The Firefly" waiting.

> [CURIOSITY] So where is the Sgt's office?

> [CURIOSITY] Could i look at the cells?

> Write-In

>>496348

Well I have only read Necromancer out of those. My current list (doesn't include many completed)

Young Demon Familiar
Pokemon
Shinigami Savant
Audit Quest
European Dragon
Magical Girl Noir (All archived)
One Piece Quest

>>496406
>> [CURIOSITY] So where is the Sgt's office?
>>I may also be bleeding heavily, havent checkt since tying the scarf.

>>496325
Northern Beast; Exalted Quest; Reborn in a RPG; all of the RE:Something or Other Quests; Audit Quest; MAQ; And DLQ on /tg/

>>496406
> You can't feel your feet.

Well shit, that bush probably put some nasty shit in our wound. Either that or it just cut something funny.

> Ask where the Sgt's office is

>>496406
>> [CURIOSITY] So where is the Sgt's office?
if we can even make it there, or we end up pasiing out in her arms

>>496427
>>496423
>>496431

So you guys asking minotaur about bleeding or waiting to Hona?

>>496435
just an emotionless comment after the question

>>496435
say something like i fill funy

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>>496431
>>496427
>>496423

"Excuse me," You interrupt, shocking him. He jumps slightly and greets you;

"Oh hello. Welcome to Grinnsmouth Guardhouse and Prison. Can I help you?"

Oh. He's not doing the minotaur stereotype much good is he?

"Where is Sgt Honamurei's office?" You ask him.

"Just down the corridor here!" He says indicating which way to turn. You follow his instructions and open the door forgetting to knock.

She smiles at you form behind a mountain of paperwork; "Purps has come to save me from paperwork!"

As she gets up you look down and realize something, "I got wounded in a fight and I have lost alot of blood. You look down at he rag which is now red. Perhaps you should have went to a doctor.... Oh that's right; "Also would you help me find my principle Doctor Lexington?"

At least that's what you were going to say as Hona bodily picked you up and forced you into her chair. She muttered to herself... she's less chirpy when she's stressed.

> She then sent for the medicine woman

> She then applied basic first aid

> She then fed you emergency healing potions

> No Write-Ins for NPCs but I will let you guess what caused this.

>>496464
> She then sent for the medicine woman

I feel like a professional healer is a good idea

>>496464
>> She then sent for the medicine woman
>> She then applied basic first aid

> No Write-Ins for NPCs but I will let you guess what caused this.

Could it be the effects of babykiller/ witch curse? Tried to talk to the rude old lady in up North with the plant magi/ moving plants Got punctured by a steel bush...

I'll confirm it if someone guesses, but as of right now. 2 for medicine woman and ill include the first aid in whatever decision gets made.

That stupid tiny bitch gave us midget curse. Our legs are probably gonna fall off soon

>>496464
>> She then applied basic first aid
> She then fed you emergency healing potions

Giant's blood? Ghola Bush? Quick-setting tetanus?

Going to write for getting medicine woman in a minute. Guesses are pretty far off mark though. I'm happy I disguised it well :D

Hunger or Cigg addiction

I bet that door we knocked on had diseases

mybe she can kiss it better?
purbs goign down

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>>496516
>>496483
>>496474

The next minute or two are bit of a blur. You feel the rag being ripped off your foot and even in your state of delerium you hear the curse from your friend.

"Shit what even is that stuff!" She began ripping open drawers of her desk and stabbing into your foot with something. The fact that this isn't hurting you is a serious red flag but this chair is as comfy as.... a tit.... no a.... its fucking comfy. "Sasha get your feavery ass to the crone! Ve vill not have you dying in my office Firefly."

To be fair there are worse ways to go than sitting in a comfy chair.

"Smoke?" You slurred.

Honamurei stopped trying to staunch the blood. As she slapped you noticed that her knife wasn't red - it was blue.

You might have passed out. You're fairly certain that Fox-Boy and Lexington were not in fact dancing naked while Hona juggled small versions of the belltwoer bell.

When you wake up that woman from earlier is working on your leg. You also feel the distinct sensation of magic working behind your eyes. She spoke "Oi bitch stay awake. This is important and even though it's my fault for not realizing how fucked up you were I still need your help."

Your head is remarkably clear "What's happening to me."

"You put a rag used for testing poisons on your foot and now you've got a necromatic curse in you. Where did you get the rag?"" Honamurei says in a remarkably calm... if terrifyingly cold voice.

"I got it from wagon. Doc Lexington.... You slur again as the crone's magic fades.

"He'll have a release phrase. Anyone dabbling in undeath does." The Medicine woman decides. "Don't kill him. He just needs to make his workplace safe the fucking amateur. Just get him here and we're all good.

Honamurei leaves with purpose. You hear the crone's voice in your head. "You need to stop fucking around with a wizard's property. You were less than an hour from rotting from the inside out."

> [PRIDE] I'm too pretty to be a zombie

> Thank you.

>[CURIOSITY] Is the Doc Ok I was searching for him.

>Write-In

>>496600
>> Thank you.
>>[CURIOSITY] Is the Doc Ok I was searching for him.

>>496600
>> [PRIDE] I'm too pretty to be a zombie

>>496600

> [PRIDE] I'm too pretty to be a zombie

The fucking rag... we may want to wash our hair at some point too guys

>>496630

That reaction is exactly what I was after. Magic ain't no fucking joke here.

>>496641

We should get Lexington to teach us some spells then

>>496648
are at lest labile his fucking death rags
or something

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>>496628
>>496630
>>496624

"But I'm too pretty to be a zombie" You think at her. She smiles despite you being serious. But you realize something, "I haven't thanked you.

"Don't mention it. If I wasn't so bitter about my life going to the festival I would have fucking noticed you were stinking of rot. Garden wouldn't have went for you if you didn't."

Internally you're confused about her using the term wife. She is a female after all, but more importantly you ask; "Is the Doc okay?"

"My understanding is he had a rough night and morning. They held him here for a while after it. Little Lisbeth is still a professional even if she's friendly. But now sleep. He'll release the magic while you do."

You start to protest but as soon as her magic completely leaves you, the world goes blurry. Then black. Then you're dreaming about napping under a tree on a hill. Someone calls your name, but you don't hear them... you look where the sound comes from... but there's nobody there.

Episode 2: END

Before passing out you felt

>1: ????????

>2: ???????

>3: Potentially a Write-In if you convince me.

>>496681

Fucking magical garden bullshit... but anyways

I vote 1, because more ?s

>>496681
>3: Calm, as we were high due to healing herbs and blood loss

>>496701

But we're perpetually calm anyway

>>496704
Well, not a indifferent kind of calm

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>>496701

Calm is what I've been considering our default. Unless you mean Zen. Which is something different in terms of the system.

Have original Purps (non Tomboy) image to motivate discussion and decision making.

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Let's try that post again. Are you going for Zen? Because that is something comepletely different in terms of this quest.

I don't think I'm going to do it as an emotion but I might do it once we get a lot of emotions to actually "let go" of.

Have a Purps image while you all fight over what new toy to get.

>>496733

I could roll with being Zen, sounds good

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>>496739

Thats an arc two type thing man. Gotta get emotions to let go of them.

>>496749

Guess I'll still go with option 1 then

>>496749
Option 1 is fine then

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WE GRATEFUL AS FUCK GUYS

>>496761
OH SHIT

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https://docs.google.com/document/d/1csg7vC-Yz10aAqk9ZwdCNv24obLGTtM5p6bKkPq1Pgc/edit#

Sheet updates motherfuckers. You should read them. You guys continue to be two threads ahead of my expectations.

>>496772
Oh shit we turned into a magnet...

Is this ability usable at will?

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And to finish off, follow me on Twatter. I don't have a solid scheudle yet so there's your best bet on info.

Tell me your thoughts on this episode, upvote the archive and call me a faggot if me teaching you guys that even without dice there are still consequences and wrong decisions.

Twatter: @StarbornQ

>>496776
No. Combat only and has to be discovered IC. You don't even know you've developed this emotion yet due to the drugz and bloodloss.

>>496761
>>496772
Nice

>>496778
Fair enough, fair enough

And good luck getting up in a couple hours

>>496778
This is an interesting quest, waiting warmly for more.

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>>496785

Haha monday and totally not being told by my boss i wasn't working when i was supposed to be working and thus being in trouble and stressed the fuck out so i cant sleep mean I DONT HAVE TO WAKE UP.

Midget Rebel died for your sins.

ok then so we go from clame not careing, to miss must ask about everthing to bitch smug face to realy gratefully lol
also now we are magneto
can we stop blutlets now?

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>>496778

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Twitter: @StarbornQ
Character Sheet(s): https://docs.google.com/document/d/1csg7vC-Yz10aAqk9ZwdCNv24obLGTtM5p6bKkPq1Pgc/edit?usp=sharing

Welcome to Starborn Quest. You are Purps.

Apparently you're a rarity in this world; a Starborn able to fight but unaligned in the ongoing struggle between The Republic and The Rebels. Which, while it's nice to be special is a bit of a drag considering you don't know your name, home, date of birth or have any memories at all besides one about climbing a tree.

You're also emotionally crippled, having only begun to develop feelings recently. You don't have much control over which you get, but you've managed to get hang of Curiosity and pride thus far.

You work for Doc Lexington as a bodyguard in exchange for food and money. You've also managed to befriend a Sgt of the Grinssmon guard named Honamurei somehow. On top of all that you've also antagnoized and then inspired Tornin Firefoot; a dancing asshole of a Foxman.

Right now however you're just waking up after accidentally poisoning yourself with one of your boss' cleaning cloths. Turns out he wiped up some bad magical shit and using it as a bandage was a super no-no.

EPISODE 3 START

Well, you suppose you should be thankful you're still breathing. You also managed to find Lexington in an unexpected way which is nice. Poor Hona is sleeping sitting against the wall of her office and you are re-reading the letter/note Lexington left you before he was re-escorted down to the cells.

Yeah, turns out he got arrested. Apparently he watched you dance after claiming his money then went to his local haunt. There he enjoyed some entertainment and then played some cards. His testimony states that he lost a minor hand, only for the men at the table to claim he had went all-in and pretty much mugged him. When he was about to "Get all Wizardy on their ass"

He was beaten in the back alley. The guard were called by one of his apparent robbers claiming he'd been harrassing the working women after being denied a freebie.

While it sounds like he was in a rather suspect establishment for a scholar. You're inclined to believe he really was robbed. But this begets a rather worrying predicament.

Lexington is in jail for two days and you only have 85gp. From the paperwork on Hona's desk you managed to puzzle out that while there's accusations against Lexington he can't be released until an investigation is ocmplete. So techincally he's in until they work out what happened.

Bail would cost 600gp.
You need to eat.

You sigh for the fifth time in a half hour and ponder what to do.

> Look for work in Grinnsmon

> [CURIOSITY] Investigate the etsbalishment

> Dance for money in the streets [HARD]

> Write-In

>>498327
>> [CURIOSITY] Investigate the etsbalishment

>>498327
> [CURIOSITY] Investigate the etsbalishment

>>498327

> [CURIOSITY] Investigate the establishment

>>498332
>>498342
>>498357

Writing.

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>>498357
>>498342
>>498332

With a sonata of popping and cracking from your back and legs you stand. Seat sleeping is not an attractive endeavour, another thing to add to the list of lessons you've learned. Another is that Sgt honamurei is a very light sleeper. You're planning on heading to the entertainment venue Lexington frequented, but first you'll have to get your warden to let you out her sight.

The first time you woke she would not let you out her sight and in your efforts to not be escorted to the bathroom like a child you found out she's fast. You're far form your top speed... but you think she could keep up with you.

She pulls herself to her feet as you walk across the creaking floorboards, trying and fialing to conceal your limp. She gives you a bright smile, designed to both say "Good Morning" and dare you to try and escape.

> Try and sprint out of the prison anyway

> Tell her your plans and hope she lets you go

> [CURIOSITY] Ask why she's being so protective

> [GRATEFUL] Thank her for watching over you and then try to leave.

> Write-In


I just realized I posted all this on thread 2 instead of thread 3. Shit.

Guess this is 2&3 now. Fuck.

>>498415
>> [GRATEFUL] Thank her for watching over you and then try to leave.
>with a hug

>>498415
> [GRATEFUL] Thank her for watching over you and then try to leave.

Tell her we need to stretch our legs or some shit

> Write-In: Ask for breakfast

>>498415
>> [GRATEFUL] Thank her for watching over you and then try to leave.
and if theres any food to be had

>>498431
>>498442
>>498477

It's not left in. It's Right in.

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>>498477
>>498442
>>498431

You feel somehting bubbling up inside you and it adds weight to your limbs. Surrendering to this new and interesting feeling you do something you have never done before - you wrap you arms around her. Gratitude fills you, as you think about everything she's done.

Without her emergency first aid you might have died on that chair.

Without her getting medicine woman you'd be dead.

Without her breaking the rules and letting Lexington out his cell you'd be dead.

Without her letting Lexington leave you a letter you'd have no idea how to get him out without force.

But more than that, she rushed to your side at the festival. She taught you the rules. She seems to be going out of her way to help you and honestly judging by her reactions when you self poisoned, she seems to really care.

Your hug takes her by surprise but she wraps her arms back around you. "Thank you." You murmur "You've been far too kind to me Hona." You give her back a squeeze as she blushes.

"Do not mention it Purps. Vhat kind of friend would I be if I let you die hm?" She ruffles your hair and you once agian find it odd how she's taller than you. "But how about you get back into bed-chair now?"

"I need to go to the place Lexington was. He's innocent." You state as the two of you disentangle from each other.

She looks at you with a knowing smile, like a gunslinger ready to draw. Which you realized isn't far from the truth; "Purps, All Ov them say zey are innocent! Ve vill investigate it! You need you rest! If you are worried about house stay vith me!" You blink.

Wow that's an offer. But you really need to leave.

> Explain as bodyguard you might have to break him out soon and would rather free him legally.

> Go out for breakfast together and give her the slip.

> Invite her along to investigate with you.

> Write-In

>>498591
>> Invite her along to investigate with you.

>>498591
> Explain as bodyguard you might have to break him out soon and would rather free him legally.
You neglect your duties once, and this happens!

>>498591
> Invite her along to investigate with you.

Waiting for another vote or two.

Seems to be leaning towards inviting her to Watson it up. So I'll call for that in 10 if nothing changes.

If this post appears then internet might be fixed via bullshit. Someone tweet me to confirm? Chan is only tab scrwing up now.

>>498591
>> Invite her along to investigate with you.

>>498591
>o out for breakfast togethe
and ask if it would be ok if you went and investigated if she was with you?

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>>498621
>>498605
>>498823

"If it comes to that i will accept Hona. But my first port of call is investigation Second is jailbreak you think to yourself; "But if you are refusing to allow me out of your site then why don't you come along? That way I can do my duty to Lexington and you can do your duty?" Though you're not too sure why she's insiting she has to look after you... her job was done when she saved your life in your mind.

"Vhat is your plan!? I vill need to know if I am to bring disguise or if I am participating in a bad cop bad cop situation!"" She is at least hearing you out even if she looks extremely dubious about this whole thing.

"Don't you mean good cop bad cop." You ask

"No." She replies, despite the bubbly voice and smile that was somehow unsettling.

Now what do you tell her?

> I'm going to gamble at the table and see who has 80,000gp handy

> I'm going to start a brawl

> I'm going to interrogate the owner of the establishment

> Write-In

>>498852
>> I'm going to interrogate the owner of the establishment

>>498852
i could see us end up doing all of thise things at soem point
liek frist we gamble at the table and see who has 80,000gp handy
depanding on if we win or what not itl turn into a
brawl then we end up interrogate the owner of the establishment
omg can we change the dice rolls or rolet out comes when beening gratefully?
im thinking this is going to a bit like rush hour
also we get rich from it

>>498865

I do not know what this is a vote for. But this is a very dice light quest.

>>498874
oh i was just outline a plan that would use all of those vots
the dice i was talking about are the ones you use to gamble with
or we play roulette and make the ball land on the numbers we want
so we pretty much cheat at the games to make them get pissed at us then try to rob us, we say fuck off and get into a fight, as we fight and beat them up we then ask them qustions about who runs the place and who has the gold.
it was a mash up of all of them

>>498894

Well it might happen. At this point this is just what you're saying to Hona anyway. Still trying to convince her to let you actually go.

>>498906
hmmmmm
hmmmm
hmm
hm
time to > I'm going to gamble at the table and see who has 80,000gp handy
dont tell her how we are cheating just ack like we are super lucky
we can buy her something with the winings
sadly i now ave to go get on a few trains for this trip going to be like 3 hours
couse aussy soo no interwebs on trains, good luck

1 for interrogate
1 for gamble.


I got all the time in the world for a tiebreaker.

>>498852
> I'm going to gamble at the table and see who has 80,000gp handy

I just realized; without emotions, we must have the best pokerface in town!

>>498929
>>498915

Writing for Gamble.

While I am, do you guys think I should mention the quest in qstg?

>>498942
Sure you could. Shill however you want, but be warned that you open the door for a wretched people from a hive of scum and villainy.

"I'm going to see which gambler has 80,000gp to throw down." Plus without emotions you could probably win some money to eat. That'd be great.

"I like this plan! Ve Vill stop by my home so we can get disguise that is not poisoned! I already have character I use when not working and you vill be my cousin from out of town and ve vill be inconspicious! Just need to hide your Purple hair Purps! I have many spectacular wigs and dyes to choose from"

She bodily picks you up, holding you over her shoulder like you were a sack of meat. You are treated to a qonderful yet boucning view of the path beneath your feet as she runs.

> [Curiosity] You have an alter ego

> [Curiosity] Why are you so unfazed by my emotionlessness?

>[PRIDE] CARRY ME BRIDAL STYLE I AM NOT MEAT!

>Write-In


Next post is makeover post, anyone who guesses one of the images that will be used for our heroines will reveal ANY ???? on Purp's sheet.

>>498894
How are we supposed to cheat, you seem to think we have TK?

>>498971
depends on what we play

>>498967
> [Curiosity] Why are you so unfazed by my emotionlessness?

>>498967
>> [Curiosity] Why are you so unfazed by my emotionlessness?
>>[PRIDE] CARRY ME BRIDAL STYLE I AM NOT MEAT!

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>>498967
> [Curiosity] You have an alter ego

>>498997

Fuck that's good. Sadly "Marie"/Hona is someone everyone should know from childhood.

Purps/"Anna" is someone from a show I haven't watched.

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>"Marie"/Hona is someone everyone should know from childhood.

I cast doubt upon your statement.

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>>499020
I really, really do. Remember that this is a world-wide board.

>>499020

Nope.

>>499027

If you're playing this I assume you've seen some basic weeb shows.

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>>499027
>>499020
>>499003
Look at all these names an faces I don't recognize

I sure have now, but in a past world without the interwebz, this kind of thing was non-existent. A little by of nitpicking, senpai.

OK so counting votes we got 2 for unfazed and 1 for each of the other two.

Locking in unfazed, so tiebreak bridal style and Alter-ego inquiry

>>499065
Alter-ego, it gets purps to prod some

writing for alter & unfazed once ive got me a sandwich.

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[As you look at the ground and the back of your friend's feet you decide to instigate conversation. Some questions have been burning in your mind after all; "How can you put up with my emotionless state so well?"

She shrugs and you bounce. "I guess knowing that you're more up front about everything made that compliment all the nicer! plus vhen you do a nice hting it's not out of selfishness. You just have good heart showing through; even if you cannot express it yet! But you vill soon!"

"You are a very optimistic person Hona."

"Vell if I am songbird I must be cheery!" She giggles.

"So why do you have an alter ego?" you ask causing her to almost stumble.

For once her voice lowers, "Vhat a forward question..." She tries to laugh but it'd be hollow even if it was you laughing. "I am trusitng you Purps... But I am not very popular here. My home village is not popular ve very raiding as far south as Marienne..." She bites her left hand for a second, before she continues. "I am now second highest ranking officer in Grinnsmon, but I am still a voman. So I wanted to enjoy myself in ways not fitting of someone of my station..."

"So your alter ego is for drinking?" You ask.

"Not just drinking. Dating, gambling, smoking. Anytime I need to relax and not be the vicous varrior. My only friend is Muriel, who gave me all the dies and vigs I needed. Honamurei doesn't relax. Only Marie gets to relax." She goes silent. A very unsual state of being for your blonde friend.

> Try and hug her back?

> Compliment her?

> Share something of your past?

> Write-In because honestly this is more you guys shaping your relationship and I'd rather anon input.

>>499213
>> Share something of your past?
>While I may remember only snipets, I dont think my parents would appreciate the things I'm doing now.
We did have a frilly dress and high education.

>>499213
> compliment her
Say the town is lucky to have her

Guys going to pause here until tomorrow at some point. I'm falling asleep and I want the makeover sequence to be fun.

Guessing the identity of Purps or Hona's alter egos will reveal a single ???? On purp's char sheet and is open until my first post tomorrow.

>>499213
> compliment her

>>499213
>compliment
>hug
We're so close to cutie German gf

>>499568
Asexual sociopath way is best way.

>>499213
>> Try and hug her back?
>>499288
Are there some hints, or are we suppose to just chose some random anime character?

>>499288
Are they dressing up as Team rocket? Prepared for trouble seems like too obvious a hint. Maybe just Jessie herself?

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>>500264

> Maybe Just Jessie herself?

Please pick question marks to remove.

>>500280

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>>499238
>>499244
>>499529
>>499568

"You're not a viscious warrior. If you were you wouldn't be content protecting a quiet town and sneaking out in costume to drink. You're fast and strong but you use that to protect people." You're not sure your compliment is coming through so you try one more, "You're a good person. So good you hide who you are to help people more."

She goes quiet. You hear her sniff, "Thanks I think I needed to hear that."

"If it helps, I'm not sure my parents would appreciate what I'm doing now. I don't remember much, except I had a really frilly dress."

Your effort to relate is cut off as your injured foot rams into a wall with force. You suck air through your teeth and wince as you hear hona fumble about with some keys.

Your are then carried into what can only be described as an empty house. There are no pictures on the wall, no nick nacks on tables, no tables beyond one big one you spy. It's startlingly empty; the white-grey walls in stark contrast to the bright and colourful girl you know.

You are delicately placed onto a single as she begins running around in a blur of blonde hair and black uniform. clothes are placed beside you with uncanny precision. "I have been preparing for something like this for so long! Now you are Anna! My reclusive cousin from the South! and I am Marie! Please drink this potion and put on these clothes! And do not peek over here please! My disguise takes a little longer to get ready as it's a bit more complicated than clothes und dye!"

You begin by chugging the potion as Hona heads over to the other side of her bedroom, your head is itchy but you imagine that to be common with something designed to change your hair. It doesn't take you long to don the change of outfit, much more feminine than your standard fare. In fact the word you would use is "studenty" to describe your look. Something which is only compounded when you add the glasses Hona left next to you.

> [PRIDE] How do I look?

> [CURISOITY] Peek on Hona

> [GRATEFUL] Thank her for the disguise

> Write-In

>>500428
>> [PRIDE] How do I look?

>>500430

Hey Blueanon/Jeananon. Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long. Between connection and migraine this has been less easy to continue than I thought.

>>500428
>> [PRIDE] How do I look?
Hopefully we don't win too much or they will think we are some kind of nerdy card shark

>>500374
Lets reveal the Pride ability.

>>500428
>> [CURISOITY] Peek on Hona

>>500441

Doing so now. Check the sheets gents.

5 minutes until calling for PRIDE

Ability revealed on the sheet. Think of it as Piccolo's Hellzone grenade but with saws and less explosions.

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>>500440
>>500430

"How do I look?" You ask as you try to keep your eyes away from your friend.

You hear her giggle, "Vell I almost don't want you to change back Purps. Very fetching" She goes back to whatever she was doing and you're finding it hard to stay focuses ont he blank walls and ceiling. The clinking of glass rings out as a drawer opens behind you. Probably some more potions similar to the one you had.

"Where do you get all of this stuff? You mutter.

you hear Hona curse under her breathe. But soon she calls out, "Almost done! I'm decent now so you can turn round!"

What you see is something compeltely unexpected. Her hair is now crimson, she stands even taller than you now, probably around 6ft 3. She's added to her chest size, upped it probably two or three times. Her hair has been styled into drills or she added false extensions for such an effect. Standing in her underwear, you understand how she kept up this disguise so long; she carried herself differently and despite having the same sing song speech pattern, her accent is gone.

> [Curiosity] All of the questions

> Stare

> Ask he rto go over your cover story again

> Write-In

>>500479
>> Stare

I apologise again, but turns out this is more than a migraine. I'm going to have to disapear until later tonight. Keep an eye on the twitter. Once this is taken care of I'll run again.

>>500479
>> [Curiosity] All of the questions

>>500479
> Stare

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>>500660
>>500486

You stare at her dumbfounded and she looks suitably smug. "For someone so surprised about Gretchen and Muriel, you seem to be enjoying the view." You look away as she begins to rifle through a chest. Finding that you don't mind her breaking the silence with her humming.

"So all of this is magic? You ask waving a hand at... her everything.

"Not at all. The accent change is due to this little magic ring. But the chest, dye and height are all potions." She grins as she pulls on a striking black dress and begins leading you out the door.

"Now then Anna, I believe it's time I showed you the local flavour." She says in an almost predatory way. You feel helpless as she begins to throw wave after wave of conversation at you. You struggle to politely reply in time and in the end probably reinforce your meek shy disguise more than needed.

Her voice is strange with the change in accent, it still has that lilting sing song quality but you can almost detect the falseness in it if you concentrate. But she seems happy and excited to be out on the town and you suppose that's enough for you.

Spending to much time in your head again, you barely notice when you stop outside a building covered in glowing runes. They pulse with all the colours of the rainbow and you can hear a band playing inside. Looks like it's game time.

Anna puts her hands on your shoulders and gently pushes you forward. The two heavy set guys at the door look at you for a second, but one thumbs up from your cousin and you're in.


You are Anna.

Your cousin has just took you to one of her favourite haunts, she said you would love it.
It does have a card table, which is always a plus. but the band is too loud and the looks from the majority of the patrons are anything but friendly. The other patrons... far too friendly.

Marie asks if you want a drink... but you barely hear her over the singer singing/shouting about how the Grinnsmouth Owlbloods wil rise.

> You find yourself drawn to the call of the cards

> Get shitfaced. Marie's treat after all.

> Try and dance to this terrible music

> Write-In

>>501468
>> You find yourself drawn to the call of the cards
Did we just have a personality split?

>>501468
>> You find yourself drawn to the call of the cards

>>501479
>>501477

Will see if we can get 3 votes before I write.

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>>501479
>>501477

You walk up to the card table, watching money change hands and drinks be bought. It's always been one of your guilty pleasures, so much so that Marie doesn't play with you anymore. She rolls her eyes and makes for the bar as you begin moving through the crowd. It's then a man approaches you with a coinpurse.

"1700 is enough for a go right sweetie?" Asks a ridiculously old man.

You shudder and brush him off. You didn't realize that you were in one of those places.
You make it to the card table and notice a woman under the table... working on one of the men gambling. But the cards are what draws your eye, surrounded by golden walls. There's an empty seat at the table and the gentlemen look very engrossed in the game...

> Sit down and politely ask to be dealt in.

> Observe for a while

> Run back to Marie

> Write-In

>>501587
>> Observe for a while
And so the curse of wrong time zone strikes again

>>501587
>> Observe for a while

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>>501600
>>501606

You decie to watch. There are three gamblers, a man in a ponytail with a goatee. You don't notice any particular tells but the cards are kind to him. Very kind. He seems to have around 13,000 in gold in front of him.

To his right is the man... being serviced. He is covered in scars but you think his hair was once blonde and he's a mean drunk. Marie told you men usually like when woman do that but he seems to be losing hard enought to be angry. He has 500 gold on the table.

The black man has a tel. He bugs his eyes when he's got a terrible hand. You only see it twice while you stand there but you reckon it's genuine. From his conversations he doesn't seem to have a deceptive bone in his body. You see about 9000 in gold in front of him, but when he adjusts you hear a jangling of many more coins in his purse.

"Ey Dedrick. I think this girl wants to do some work." The black man says to ponytail man.

"No. She's here for fun not duty Yorell. Look at that cold calculating gaze. She thinks she can earn herself some money." He grins and you see a golden tooth.

"Well put up or fuck off. Your distracting me from my game. Buy in is 50 per hand. Angry man says.

You only have 85 gold.

> Silently ask to be dealt in.

> Apologise to angry man and get dealt in.

> leave

> Write-In

>>501653
>> Silently ask to be dealt in.

>>501662

Going to wait on at least 1 more vote no matter how long that is. Enjoying the undercover section so far?

>>501653
>leave
how are we going to even play one hand with only 85gp and they have thousands? We won't even make one round.

>>501773
>Enjoying the undercover section so far?
Yup! Looks like there could be much more if we get some of these magic disguise potions

>>501840
>>501662

Well shit, Blueanon and ABBAnon need to fight. this should be fun.

Note it is only 50 a hand. You CAN play if you want to right now though there are wrong decisions in thsi quest and a some trap options have been played in before the undercover section is not impossible.

>>501851

just delete half that post why don't you chan.

TLDR:
Can afford some hands. Could be trap option as there have been some in quest before.
Would take a sequence of bad decisions as opposed to one to fail this or any section though.

>>501851
Whatever, nothing ventured, nothing gained I suppose. If we are broke we can always go mug the lewd old man
> deal me in
Gonna be a while before we can get someone to dip into their stash though.

>>501890
>>501662

You sit down silently. Not looking at the other gamblers as you empty your coinpurse on the table. They look at you like bloodfish would eye a corpse. You begin to stack your coins. The goatee man leans forward intently, "Now kiddo. You realize you only got two shots at winning a hand here right?"

You don't say anything and continue stacking your coins. He smiles in satisfaction and makes a sign to the dealer.

BUY IN -50gp

You have an ace (Fire) and a King (Fire)

> Be aggressive

> ALL IN BAYBAY

> Fold

> Check

>>501966
> check
This is Texas hold 'em right?

>>502001

pretty much. I'm trying to hold an entire table's cards in my head so i might fuck this up.

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Think I'm ending here then. Since we got no players around right now and I'm sleepy.

We'll pick up at the first hand of the cards next time around. I'm thinking it might be thursday around 6pm GMT unless players have any requests for time.

Check the twatter for updates.

Cheers

>>502092
I can be here for 6pm

>>502092
This looks interesting, I'll be here.

>>502850
>>502927

It'll be a new thread. But thank you, can't wait for undercover arc.

New thread for those who are still here: >>506656

New thread: >>506656