>>662577
> Push for the town, one hour of night travel won't kill you.

>>662577
> push for town
And find a nice gambling den to distract lex with.

>>662937
>>662643

Might write up in a second. It's real quiet. Also Lexington isn't here right now pinkanon.

>>663096
Yeah but he is catching up with us and have no idea what his state of mind will be.

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>>662937
>>662643

Luc has finished cleanign and begun fiddling with his scope as you refocus on the coin. The feeling of a sponge running over you is less pronounced now and you're getting used to it's unpleasantness.

"Purps would you like some tea?" He asks upon finishing making the most minute calibrations. You nod and can't help but look forward to the tea. Despite his father and Lex's inability to get anything remotely dirnkable from tea leaves Luc has confessed to having a passion and interest in tea. This is reflected in his brewing - despite it being, in his words; "Common everyday travel tea" the wonders he has worked in terms of flavour is something Lex should be writing histories about.

You feel a small hand on your shoulder and turn to take your cup. Instead you're staring at a pair of breasts only partially covered by the charred remains of a uniform. You jump out of your skin with a squeak and slam into the dusty road with enought fource to cut your lip.

"Vell at least I am still sneaky!" Hona churps as loudly and unstealthily as possible, "Since Ven did ve have small child though? She muses.

> [RELIEF] Hug your half naked friend

> [FRUSTRATION] Why the hell did you insist on fighting him alone?

> Write-In

>>663257
>> [RELIEF] Hug your half naked friend

>>663257
>[RELIEF] Hugs!
You don't remember our child Hona? And I thought my amnesia was bad!

>>663257

> [RELIEF] Hug your half naked friend

>>663290

If you want to try and get a sense of humour 1d100 DC98

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>663302

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>663302

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>663302
I'm sure I left it round here somewhere.

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>>663291
>>663290
>>663271

You throw your arms around Honamurei in a bone crushing hug and she hugs back with just as much gusto. "Ve are alive! Und somvewhere which is not home! Vhy is that?" She asks at you patting your back while sounding as excited as if she opened a present.

"We had to leave." You admit.

"Vy? I am sheriff ov Grinnsmon now. Vy would I leave?" She sing songs her left eye glazing over in thought.

> Tell her about her eye

> Subtly avoid the question and Introduce her to Luc

>>663609
>Tell her about her eye

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Think I'm going to pause here and turn in, it's 3am and I'm tired from work.

I'll resume when I can tomorrow.

>>663609
> tell her about her eye
Oh you just missed your mayor too. Pretty sure you are never going to see him again...
Wait, where is smug fuck? If we gain a shota and a spirit animal this debacle might almost be worth it!

>>663616
Thanks for running!

>>663609
> Tell her about her eye

>>665473
>>663648
>>663614

Honesty the... something policy.

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>>665473
>>663648
>>663614

You bite the inside of your gum, wishing that you knew where Lexington hid his cigarettes. "Look, Hona. You got hurt, that priest almost killed you. If it wasn't for Gretchen I don't think any of us would have made it." You decide now's not to make this about your aversion to staying dead right now. "But underneath all that bandaging, your eye is gone." You finish somewhat lamely even for your own monotone. And you've been doing so well sounding normal lately.

"Oh." She says. "Can we. Uh, take the badnage off?" she asks quietly.

You do some mental math and know her bandages are due to change anyways. So you both get in the wagon as your coin gets it rolling again. "Purps, here's your tea. Uhm... you can have mine miss I'll just..." He tries to retreat back to the kitchen after you claim your drinks but Hona puts a hand on his shoulder. "And who is this handsome young thing Purps? Hm? I vink that introductions are in order!"

Luc is about to launch into his overly formal introduction but you clamp a hand on his head instead, he's blushing furiously now. "This is Luc. He's Captain Remy's son. Luc, this is Sgt. Honamurei, but she likes to be called Hona."

He nods and tries to bow but Hona hugs him. His face is beetroot as he is a hundred percent aware of how exposed certain areas of Hona are. You find one of the many tiny hand mirrors Lexington has for some reaosn and hona holds it in front of her, you go behind her and begin unravelling gauze as Luc stares on from the little makeshift brewing stand he's concocted.

"So now your friend is awake can I get the story of what happened?" Luc asks.

"Vell, I think a story vould be great Purps. Tell us the story of the [NIMBLE SONGBIRD] and the Cannibal." Hona grins then frowns as she realizes something, "Vy did I call myself that she mutters."

You glance to Luc a little worriedly and start speaking; You

> Tell them everything (Upto Leaving Grinnsmon)

> Leave out ___________

> Write-In

>>665637
>> Tell them everything (Upto Leaving Grinnsmon)

>>665637
>> Tell them everything (Upto Leaving Grinnsmon)

>>665637
> Tell them everything (Upto Leaving Grinnsmon)

>> Tell them everything (Upto Leaving Grinnsmon

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>>665683
>>665678
>>665670
>>665718

While you unwrap you begin telling the full story, from the first time you met Hona so Luc has all the context he needs. You've only just got to you dancing with Tornin when the wound fully comes into view.

It still smells of the ointment; but that doesn't hide the damage. It looks as if it happened less than an hour ago; broken synapses visible. Snapped blood vessels and singed flesh. It's all painfully visible. Hona's shoulder stiffen and you see her eye tear up for a second. Your struck by her vulnerability and put a hand on her back, though happily Luc takes the edge off; "Wow. You managed to survive that Miss Honamurei? You must be so tough." He stares at the gaping socket, "Maybe you could teach me to fight like Purps did!" He continues to babble on and you see Hona's reflection smile.

"We're going to get it fixed. Just need to keep ointment on it so it doesn't heal over." You remind her gently. She doesn't say anything, so once Luc stops talking you continue your story.

When you get to Mr Black you feel your hair rise and Hona shivers. You describe him to Luc, his strange mix of nonchalance and hatred. The feelings running through you, that strange moment when your saw became armour and you tore at him like an animal.

The moment of triumph that turned to failure as you died.

You're probably being far too vivid, describing a steaming pile of guts hurtling out of you to a ten year old. You probably shouldn't be telling them of that fear you had when dying, the bleeding from your eyes... but you do. It all comes falling out.

Even when you get to your meeting with The Dealer. You leave nothing out to your friend and pupil? There's silence, before you even get to your revenge you're interrupted again but it's Luc.

"D-Do you think he was a demon?" He asks, but you'd never even considered that.

Uncharectaristically Hona is in serious thought as she slurps the now cold remains of her tea, "Ve need to vorry about this dealer later. She is alive due to him. He is friend for now."

You continue, Luc laughing and giggling as you describe meeting with Lucky. But the tale finishes with Hona getting emotional at Gretchen and Muriel's farewell as well. You lay out the plan now, dropping a hint to Luc about the apparent Academy enrollment for him Lexington mentioned.

You see the town coming into view through the opening of the cabin-wagon. Shelving the discussion for the moment, Luc runs to go climb up on the wagon as he has want to do recently. "You did not say vhere the Doc and Captain are."

"Can't risk Luc overhearing." You mutter, "It's not good."

"Vhat is plan for village?" She asks.

> We get in find an inn and sleep.

> We sleep in the cabin wagon tonight

> Write-In

>>665723
> We get in find an inn and sleep.

>>665723
> We get in find an inn and sleep.

>>665728
>>665933

Write in a minute or two

>>665723

We get in find an inn and sleep.

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>>665990
>>665933
>>665728

"We get an inn and sleep." You shrug. "Not difficult."

Hona agrees, but brings up a different issue. "Do you have any spare clothes? I'm a bit exposed!" She chirps.

Um no, You do not have any clothes except the ones you have. "You probably going to have to borrow something from Lexington's room. He has these weird dimensional plane things, so if a box feels empty just check anyway." She claps her hands and goes about rooting through all your boss' stuff. You get a flashback to fainitng in her office - "But make sure not to fuck with anything with warning labels! Also get me something!"

You figure that you should sit up front when you get to the gate so it doesn't look like a 10 year old is driving a wagon. "Luc come down and sit next to me. We don't know the type of guard here."

You hear a "hup" and a 10 year old boy lands in your lap causing you to lose the breathe in your lungs in surprise. He does his best to look contrite and you give him a gentle tap behind the head. Once he's settled. Two guards ride out from the gate, visible as two moving torches in the thick darkness. You hadn't actually noticed how thick the night was.

"Name and business!" One shouts pointing a crossbow at the ground by the wagon.

"Purps, Luc and Honamurei. Just passing through but got to resupply." You say.

"Right follow us as quickly as y'can. Storm coming in."

"And the bridge?"

"Depending on how bad a storm it might be closed until the river goes down."

You try not to let your eye twitch. Instead just nodding and grunting a thank you.

The rickety metal drawbridge is laid down and the horsemen guide you in, you notice the walls are quite densley packed for such a small village. Even noting a turret in the gatehouse, you reckon it was scavneged together but the nasty barell and spinning drum cylinders make you certain of it's lethality.

Hona sticks her head out, "I think Doctor is a hoarder. But I've found a nice vest, shirt and some great fitting pants!" She poses and you notice she's wearing a sick new eyepatch. your nose is telling you she's slathered the inside with her ointment.

"You look so cool Miss Hona!" Luc gushes blushing. Honestly you think you and Hona have put this kid through puberty in record time.

> [Jealousy] Damn I wish I could pull that off.

> You look like a badass blackjack dealer

> You look like a sexy alcoholic mercenary

> Write-In

>>666058
>You look like a sexy alcoholic mercenary who deals blackjack on the side.
> [Jealousy] Damn I wish I could pull that off.

>>666058
>>666063

Do this

>>666058
> [Jealousy] Damn I wish I could pull that off.

> You look like a badass blackjack dealer

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>>666069
>>666068
>>666063

[Jealousy]

"Damn Hona I wish I could pull that off. You look like a sexy alcoholic mercenary. Who plays blackjack on the side."

"Haha alvays the charmer! You know just vhat to say."

You do? Oh, that's great. You just give your practiced smile and leave the wagon with all the other merchant's carriages. You notice that this town is downright overflowing. Guess that this must be a season for travelling.

You pull Luc close despite the boy's excitement at this new village and Hona falls in behind you as you open the door.

[Will continue after food and doggo walking]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FPQTty7t0RQ

You walk into a packed inn with music playing. Something feels very "off" about this place. You only get about eight seconds before the crowd cheer and applaud. Must've been great, considering the stuuffed hat at the feet of the band. They bask in the approval and you see a familiar series of vertical lines hanging on a pendant from his neck.

Darna

You feel a fire in your skull as Minerva urges you to strike the singer down on the stage. Your hand spasms for a brief moment.

He looks right at you with a saccharine smile, "This next song goes out to the lovely lady with Purple hair who's just walked in!" The band begins to play as Hona accompanies you to the bar.

"You have a friend!" Hona says as you growl to yourself.

You take a seat at the bar, finding yourself pretty crammed in. There's only two rooms but to save coin you only take one. The barkeep scuttles away to get your key and you see Luc leading Hona towards the stage. There's far too many bodies to stop you, but you trust Hona to babysit for a moment or two.

The singer is still leering at you as he sings about his God cutting you down.

A veteran next to you looks over from his drink with a scowl. You notice a series vertical lines on his armour. "Got a fucking problem Dyke?"

> [PRIDE] Yeah, Your Godess is a bitch

> [CRUELTY] Wondering if I should start collecting Darnite skulls

> [CURISOITY] What's the deal with those lines?

> [CURIOSITY] You a merc?

> No

> Write-In

>>666304

PRIDE] Yeah, Your Godess is a bitch

>>666304
> [CURISOITY] What's the deal with those lines?

>>666304
> [CURISOITY] What's the deal with those lines?
Shit, we just got to town. I don't wanna get kicked out already. Also, how about we go to a different inn.

We should do a rap battle or sing songs with birdy right back at them

>>666347
>>666336
>>666335

Going to write up soon since I'm tired. Got college in like 6 hours.

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>>666347
>>666336

"So what's the deal with these lines? Between you and that singer seems to be popular here?" You ask. You try to look as casual as possible as you lean facing away from the bar, but really you're sizing him up.

He's a veteran, scarred hands, tired eyes, two well used and worn gripped sabers at his sides. You also see a little combat knife near his sleeve, serrated edge too. You think you could cut through his armour, it's not as thick as Remy's but still servicable.

He turns and pulls out a short chain from his neck with the symbol. "It's our Godess. Darna, caretaker of mortal and weaver of flesh." He spits at your feet, "She don't take kindly to your type. She wants us mortal to take back our place."

One of his allies, a big blonde fellow with more tattoed flesh than clothing agrees "Ere Ere, We're not going to fight and die for no more ageless monsters. HUMANS SERVING HUMANS!" His mug slams on the table and wild eyes stare at yours.

Another mercenary with a sniper rifle just stares at you from behind goggled eyes, the final member of the squad moves to your other side. The polearm strapped to his back strange and unusual. "You might wanna listen to the band lady. Coming in pickin' fights in Rono Pass ain't wise."

> [CRUELTY] Neither is giving me a room full of hostages

> [DETERMINATION] I came for a room and drink. But if we have a problem, we have a problem.

> Why don't we all just focus on our drinking.

> Write-In

>>666599
> Why don't we all just focus on our drinking.

>>666599

Why don't we all just focus on our drinking.
Drinking contest ago

>>666599

> [CRUELTY] Neither is giving me a room full of hostages

>>666726
>>666690
>>666641

Will write in 5. final post for the night because fuck me my eyes are heavy.

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>>666690
>>666641

"Why don't we all just focus on our drinks and we can all hate each other quietly." You offer.

"Works for me. Just get your key and get away from my face." The first guy and leader says. The bartender is returning but goggle bitch at the far end has gone. Hm.

You hand over 25gp and ask for your meal to be delivered to the room. Hona catches your eye and shakes Luc. Kid was enthralled listening to the band and isn't exactly giving his full cooperation to Honamurei as they navigate the cramped hall. As a trio you begin walking upstairs. "we need to do a watch. Luc sleeps first." You say with a pointed look to Hona.

"Then you go next! I have slept long enough!" Hona beams, clearly enjoying the atmosphere.

You reluctantly agree, the stupid coin relies on your virtually non existant magical energy. But you arrive in a room with nothing but a double bed and a weird shelf kind of thing. You draw the thick curtains as Luc gets into his sleepwear. You guys wait an hour and make the room defensible, making the door jam unless you open from inside with what ruined scraps of cloth you have. Making sure there's no sightline from the window to the bed.

You settle next to Honamurei; he must be sleeping now. So you tell her about the fall of Captain Matthieu Remy and the last stand of Doctor Vernon Lexington.

[SESSION 13 END]

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HEY GUYS PICK A THING

> NEW ?????: [????????]

UPGRADE:

>GRATITUDE NEW FORM

>CURIOSITY NEW ABILITY

>DETERMINATION NEW PASSIVE

Planning to run 14 soon-ish. We'll see what fun we get upto in Rono Pass shall we.

Quest so far feedback please? Want to know where to improve. Hit me up on Twatter or the discords for MKK or SAO wolfgang quest.

Tw: @StarbornQ
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Remember guys; you're arright.

>>666909
>> NEW ?????: [????????]
I'll always pick the mystery box.

>>666909
> CURIOSITY NEW ABILITY
As much as I like mystery boxes I wanna see what this is. Flaming saws?

How did these assholes know we were starborn?

Don't really have any feedback... In enjoying the quest, getting invested in the characters. But of frustration at making decisions without knowing where they lead but I guess Purps wouldn't know either. Poor Remy ;(

>>666909
Always pick the mystery box, even if it seems evil

>>666909

> NEW ?????: [????????]

>>668193
>>667046
>>668168

We're locked in for mystery box.

Jimmies shall be rustled.

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>>668225
>Jimmies shall be rustled

>>668225

What have we done

New Thread: >>673177

DAE Like Purps DEUS VULT Edition.