>>1889102
Some general info about the quest;

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When I say DC # it means that number is the roll you need to be successful, although getting close will not always mean a complete failure just not a success either.
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>>1889102
>>Room 301, across from Nickole’s room, there is something odd about it, not bad, just a strange odd

>>1889102
>Room 301, across from Nickole’s room, there is something odd about it, not bad, just a strange odd

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>>1889102
You take tentative steps towards the door, an odd feeling overcoming you as you close in on it. Reaching the door you take a deep breath and mentally ready yourself, as well as doing one last check to make sure your bible and knife are in hand.

Lifting your heavy hand you go to knock on the door. Only for it to open, batting your hand away before it could hit its intended target and stunning you in the face of your neighbor. A girl with an… odd expression on her face? You think she is trying to smile at you, but it just comes off as creepy.

“Greetings.” She says rather impartially, a contrast to her intended expression. At least you hope her intention is friendly.

“Uh… Hello?” smooth as silk as always.

The two of you just stare at each other awkwardly. You honestly have no idea what to do now. Do you let her introduce herself? Do you introduce yourself? Is she going to murder you now?

>”So… my name is Jack.”
>Let her introduce herself
>”Bye!”
>Write in

>>1889193
>>”So… my name is Jack.”
the landlord did tell us to socialise more iirc

>>1889193
>”So… my name is Jack. I'm trying to get to know my neighbours.”

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>>1889193
>>1889257
fug

“So- uh… my name is Jack.” You say extending your hand for a hand shake.

She stares at it for a second with the same strange look plastered on her face. “Yes, my name is Helen. It is nice to meet you Jack.” She says with the same emotionless tone.

You don’t know if it’s the fact that this is a person, a cute girl, or the fact that she is a monster that is making this interaction particularly hard for you. The fact that she just stares at you with that unmoving expression doesn’t help as you just stand there with your hand out like an idiot. She doesn’t seem to make much in the way of movement at all, as far as you can see. She doesn’t even seem like she is breathing.

After several more moments of silence she breaks it once more. “Would you like to come in for tea?” she offers.

>”No thank you, I just wanted to introduce myself.”
>”That would be nice.”
>Write in

>>1889259
>”That would be nice.”
Conduct a recon mission.
Don't actually drink the tea though. It might be spiked.

>>1889259
“That would be nice.” She doesn’t make a move to let you into her home.

The two of you continue to stand there, as she stares at you. She makes no indication that she will allow you into her home or that she even will acknowledge that she invited you in the first place. You honestly don’t know what to do. “So, uh… the tea?”

“Would you like to come in for some?” She says once more.

“Sure.” You have no idea what is wrong with this girl.

She steps out of the way and you enter her home, and it was a Spartan style of home. There didn’t really seem to be much. No personal touches or items of sentiment or anything similar. Everything seemed to be some kind of sterile clean, almost untouched. There didn’t even seem to be a bed. The only things that seemed to be her own was the dresser, the table with two chairs you were seated at, and the kettle that she had in the small kitchen.

You noticed as she opened one of the kitchen cabinets that it was filled neatly with nothing but boxes of tea. She quickly snatched one and closed the cabinet before filling the kettle with water from the sink in a particularly careful way. Did she not like water or something? It was kind of hard to tell from your seat.

>Let her work
>”So how long have you lived here?”
>”This room is a bit empty…”
>Write in

>>1889338
>>”So how long have you lived here?”

>>1889338
>”So how long have you lived here?”

>>1889338
“So… How long have you lived here?” You try to pass the time as she prepares the tea with some idle conversation. That’s how people do pass time with others right?

“9 months, 12 days, 8 hours, and 32 minutes.”

That was… specific.

>”So what made you move here?”
>”Not one for decoration?”
>”So you like tea?”
>Write in

>>1889377
>>”So you like tea?”

>>1889377
>”Why do you like tea so much?”
The other variant is liabel to just net us a "yes".
>”So what made you move here?”

>>1889377
“So why do you like tea so much?”

“I enjoy the process of creating it. I find it hard to describe why, but I like it.” She almost sounded like she had something in her voice for a minute. Unfortunately she doesn’t seem to plan on elaborating further.

“What made you move here anyway?” Your apartment building wasn’t exactly the best besides the fairly lax land lord.

“I used my body to position myself and my belongings into this building.”

What? Was that some kind of joke? Were you supposed to laugh? You can’t contemplate it for long as it appears she is done preparing the tea. Placing a tea cup on your side of the table, she carefully pours the steaming tea into your cup, before turning to place the kettle on the stove. You’d toss the stuff in some potted plant or some other container out of fear it might be spiked, but there is nothing to hide it in.

>Take a sip
>Look at the tea closely
>Give it a whiff
>Write in

>>1889432
>Look at the tea closely.
>Give it a whiff.
>Ask her what brand this is and how she prepares it.
>Ask her where she lived before.
>Ask her why does she live here now.
>Ask what she knows about other tenants and about the landlord.
>Distract her with talking until the tea turns cold.
>Then say we're really disappointed we couldn't taste her tea, but that is totally our fault so we can't force her to prepare more and we have to go anyway.

>>1889465
Addendum:
>Ask why she has almost no furniture, specifically a bed.
>Ask what she does for a living.

>>1889465
>>1889473
supporting

>>1889432
It probably doesn’t help that you don’t know about poisons, much less tea. You can’t really tell if its poisoned or not. This doesn’t make you feel any better.

“So what brand of tea is this anyway?”

“It is a homemade blend I used to buy in bulk from a local store; unfortunately the owner was recently discovered deceased a few weeks ago.” You can almost detect a hint of sadness in her voice.

Wait, was it that one hippies shop? That doesn’t make you feel any better about drinking this. It could have some kind of weird drug in it from that damn hippie.

“So where did you live before?” It would be best to try and distract her for now. At least until you can avoid drinking this tea somehow…

“I lived at my home.”

“Your home?”

She turns to you and nods, before coming over and taking a seat across from you with no cup of tea.

“Where was your home?”

“It was at home.” She says, in a… nostalgic tone? It’s hard to tell. Regardless you feel that is the best answer you will get from her.

“So why did you decide to live here then?”

“It was an order.”

“From who?”

She just stares at you blankly. “I can’t tell you.”

“So why do you not have much in the way of furniture?”

“I have no need for such things.”

“You don’t have a need for a bed?” you inquire.

She just shakes her head in response, and makes no indication she will explain why she feels she doesn’t need a bed.

“So do you know the other neighbors?”

“I am aware of their existence yes.”

“Do you know anything else about them?”

She stares at you inquisitively. “I know they are my neighbors.”

This is getting frustrating. She either has no idea or is actively trying not to tell you anything.

“Also the land lord is a bit of a sloth.”

Correction she either has no idea, or is actively trying not to tell you anything that wasn’t obvious.

“So what do you do for a living?”

“I live here, and I make tea.”

How are you supposed to distract her long enough for the tea to get cold if she is just going to give you blunt, straight, answers that tell you absolutely nothing? It takes most of your will power to not just groan in frustration.

“Is the tea not to your liking?”

Shit, she noticed you haven’t touched your tea yet.

>Take a sip
>Chug it
>”Sorry just not a tea guy I guess. I was more here for some conversation.”
>Write in

>>1889609
>>Take a sip
take the risk

>>1889609
You take a small sip of the tea, only for you to almost gag at the taste. You don’t know if it was the preparation, or that damn hippie spiting you from the grave but it tastes awful. Its smell gave no indication for how strong the taste was as it assaulted your senses.

>Roll 1d20 best of 3 to maintain composure.

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>1889654

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1889654

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>1889654

>>1889665
thank you based anon

>>1889654
Despite the repugnant taste of the liquid, you are able to force it down. Despite your body’s protests you are able to force even more of it down, but can had to stop halfway through.

“So how does it taste?” You think you actually here something that actually resembles emotion in that tone, if only just.

>”Why don’t you try it?”
>”It tastes great.”
>”It tastes… interesting.”
>Write in.

>>1889683
>”Why don’t you try it?”

>>1889683
>Not really my speed, sorry. Nothin' against you, though.

>>1889683
>"Why don't you try it?"

>>1889683
>>”It tastes… interesting.”

>>1889683
“Why don’t you try it?” It might have been petty of you to try and force her to drink some of this awful tea, but to be fair if she spiked it, then you both are going to get drugged if you can help it.

“I’m sorry, I have to refuse.”

“Why? It’s your tea.” You push the cup closer to her.

She shies away from the cup. “It’s just that I can’t drink it.”

“Why, did you do something to it?” you accuse.

“No…” she seems at a loss for what to say. You see some kind of confliction coming across her face. “I just am not supposed to drink.”

Not supposed to? Why would she not supposed to drink? You would assume even monsters would need to be hydrated, at least most of them. What kind of monster would not be able to drink something? What is she?

>”I think I should go.”
>Press further
>Write in

>>1889764
>Press further

>>1889764
>Press further

>>1889764
“Come on, everyone needs to drink. Just…” You reach over the table attempting to push the cup into the girls face.

“No!” Her response is probably the most emotion you’ve heard her express in the short meeting you’ve had.

Her hand shot up, and gripped my arm with a surprising amount of force. Any harder and she may have crushed you bones. You instinctively let go of the tea cup while cursing in pain, letting it fall to the table. Helen’s response is to immediately flip the whole god damn table throwing you along for the ride and onto your back, the table landing painfully on top of you shortly afterwards.

Groaning in pain you slide out from underneath the table and finding a wall to lean on as you rise to your feet despite your body’s dull protests of pain.

“Jack I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ she began to panic, losing her emotionless tone.

“What did you do to that god damn tea?!” You know she did something, she poisoned you. She is going to fucking kill you. Why did you drink the tea? Why did you fucking drink the tea? Despite your arms pain it instinctively reaches for the book, ready to strike at a moment’s notice. Either from her striking, or your mind clouding from the drug she put in your drink. She had to have put something in it, there is no other way.

“I didn’t put anything into the tea!”

>Calm down you can’t afford to attract attention to yourself
>Start the verse DC ???
>Write in

>>1889801
>>Calm down you can’t afford to attract attention to yourself

>>1889801
>Calm down you can't afford to attract attention to yourself

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>>1889801
You need to calm down, you can’t do this here. Not now at least. You move your hand away from your book of god, but keep your eyes firmly on the girl in front of you.

“Then why won’t you drink it?” you growl out.

“I just can’t ok, but I am not trying to hurt you.” Her voice seems to be calming down a bit too, though it isn’t back at that initial emotionless tone she had when you first interacted.

>”Why can’t you drink.”
>”I think… I think I should go.”
>Write in

>>1889845
>Why can't you drink?

>>1889845
“Why can’t you drink?” You want answers damn it.

“I told you, I just can’t.” She continues to tell you nothing. Though she is now firmly distanced herself from the spilled drink and seems to have lost the remaining bit of emotion in her voice.

>Drop it and leave
>Don’t stop pushing
>Write in

>>1889890
>Drop it and leave

>>1889845
“Fine, sure. I’ll buy that.” You say sarcastically.

You sigh in irritation and decide to play the nice guy. “Look, I’m sorry for trying to force that on you, it’s just kind of suspicious when you act like that with something you gave me to drink.”

Her body loses some of its tenseness. “I also apologize, it must be… strange to meet someone like me.” She pauses for a moment to consider something. “But I promise you, I would never intentionally bring you harm, through action, or inaction.”

Sure, you believe that. Just like you believe there is no such thing as monsters. Regardless you decide to let bygones be bygones and excuse yourself.

You quickly lock yourself in your apartment. Quickly giving the place a once over for bugs and that the salt lines you set up weren’t broken sit in a familiar position at your desk with your simple laptop open. Opening a fresh document and begin to type in what little you gleamed off the interactions.

Helen:
-Major aversion to liquids (just tea? Other liquids?). Possible weakness, look into.
-Trouble with emoting, verbally or physically
-Major strength, avoid getting in arms length
-Seems to have no schedule or work, possibly a NEET
-No bed = doesn’t need to sleep?

Saving the document, you open a web browser, and begin your search to discover what this girl potentially is…

>End session

Next session is at 3pm tomorrow.

>>1889964
It has been an hour or so since you finished your little trip to your neighbor. You’re not particularly sure what she is yet, but you think you got her weaknesses down. At least you hope you do. You lean back and stretch, it feels almost good to be on your laptop again, like its back before the whole incident with that succubus…

Regardless, there is no point in considering what could have been, you must work towards the future now. Though should you begin your plan to enact the plan to get your neighbor… taken care of by your local church’s priest, take some more time to get info, or start investigations on another neighbor?

>Look online for potential monsters that Helen could be DC ??? 1d20+3
>Send what you have to the priest right now
>Go meet your other ‘neighbors’

>>1894210
Fug

>>1894210
>>Go meet your other ‘neighbors’
We really have nothing for the priest at the moment, lets find another target

>>1894210
>Go meet your other ‘neighbors’
Later we can google them all in a batch

>>1894210
You might as well look up your neighbors online in a batch rather than simply one at a time. Despite how much you would rather not, you make your way out the door once more. It is a little while before lunch, so most people should be up and about now. So all you need to do is pick who you want to visit.

>Room 304, the unsettling feeling still weighs on you as you view the door
>Room 302, Nickole’s old room
>Room 301, Helen’s room
>A different path

>>1894345
>Room 304, the unsettling feeling still weighs on you as you view the door

>>1894345
>>Room 304, the unsettling feeling still weighs on you as you view the door

>>1894345
It may just be your paranoia, but you felt something off about that door. Not something odd like Helen’s, instead of a foreign feeling this gave off a familiar feeling of dread. To be fair though, that was an effect most things had on you. Reaching your hand towards the door you give it a knock, hopefully to no answer.

Your light knocks on the door echoed in the silence, but didn’t particularly seem to get a response. Maybe nobody was home?

>Try knocking harder
>Leave
>Write in

>>1894391
>>Try knocking harder

>>1894391
>Try to listen in

>>1894391
You place your ear against the door and strain to hear something, anything. You aren’t really sure what you expected to hear, but all you hear is a whole lot of nothing.

Well you already are here now, so you might as well commit to it. You knock your arm against the door a bit harder now. To the point it’s actually audible. You actually hear a tired voice call to you from inside. Definitely female, definitely drowsy.

“Doors unlocked.”

Seriously? Who would keep their door unlocked in this day and age? Especially in this apartment, there are monsters everywhere. Actually how friendly were monsters with each other anyway? They had to have the minimum of peace to be able to hide in plain sight, much less live in an apartment run by another.

A dark thought surfaces in your mind, maybe she is just so dangerous she doesn’t feel she needs to worry about someone attacking her…

>Enter
>Retreat
>Write in

>>1894462
Seems kind of dead today, gonna call it here so I can go do some errands. Will pick back up tomorrow at 3pm.

>>1894462
>Enter

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>>1894462
Swinging open the door you are met with a rather interesting sight. At least it was an unexpected one. The first thing you noticed was the huge bed that took up a good chunk of the apartment flat. The other was girl on top of it, and from an angle she appeared to only be wearing a T-shirt far to large for her, and that was all as far as you could tell. She probably had shorts or something on underneath, she wouldn’t have let you in otherwise.

That fact still doesn’t help your imagination, but you push those thoughts away, this is about finding her weakness. That takes precedence to everything else.

“I- uhhhh… should I- you know uh- come back later?” You spout out, exuding the same confidence and seamless as always.

She stretches a bit. “Nah, your good, so who are you anyway?”

“Oh! Well- I- I mean my name is- ummm- Jack?”

“Jack? Nice to meet ‘cha, so what brings you to home?” she inquires, laying down on her stomach and using her arms to keep her head up. You can’t tell if she is bored or just tired. You have no idea why she would be sleeping, it is just over an hour til noon. It doesn’t help that she is making somewhat uncomfortable with all the pale skin she is showing.

>”My name is Jack.”
>”I just wanted to meet my neighbors.”
>”I came here to find out your weakness.”
>Write in

>>1898632
Got to stop forgetting this damn thing.

>>1898632
>>”I just wanted to meet my neighbors.”

>>1898632
>>”My name is Jack.”

>>1898646
2nd

>>1898632
“I just wanted to meet my neighbors.” You say.

“Oh, you’re that elusive neighbor I that the landlord talks about.”

The landlord talks about you. Well no shit, it’s like talking about Sunday brunch or something. The thought steams you a bit, but you end that line of thought fairly quick. No use in getting, especially when the girl in front of you can probably literally taste it. She perks up a bit at your spike of anger, but otherwise doesn’t comment or shows it.

“My name is Lucille, by the way. Nice to meet you… Jack was it?”

“Yeah, Jack…”

>”So what does the landlord say about me?”
>”So what’s with the bed?”
>”So what do you do?”
>Write in

>>1898749
>>”So what does the landlord say about me?”

>>1898749
>>”So what does the landlord say about me?”

>>1898749
“So what does the landlord say about me?”

“Oh he constantly worries that you shouldn’t be locked in your room at your age and that you should be out with friends or finding a girlfriend.” She says a matter-of-factly. “He kinda acts like a worried parent. Its kind of cute actually.

Well of course he would be worried about his food source, probably the thing bringing in these monsters for rent as well. Damn lizard bastard.

“I’m sure it isn’t like that, he probably is like that with everyone.” You dismiss her words.

“Just making an observation, he just acts like it.” She smirks. “You know he probably wouldn’t worry so much if you got a girlfriend~.”

>”And where would I get one of those.”
>”I’m a bit too busy for romance.”
>”Are you volunteering?”
>Write in

>>1898801
>>”I’m a bit too busy for romance.”
Begone thot

>>1898801
>>”And where would I get one of those.”

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>1898801
Just gonna roll so i can update

>>1898815 1
>>1898820 2

>>1898801
“And where would I get one of those?” you know she is trying to fluster you. Though you weren’t sure if it was out of some kind of amusement she found in it or because she wanted to feed off a specific emotion.

She giggles a bit. “Maybe if you play your cards right~”

You feel yourself shiver at that tone.

“So what’s with the bed?” you change the subject.

“Well people spend a good chunk of their life sleeping, might as well sleep somewhere nice.” She gets a glint in her eye. “Maybe with someone nice~.”

You feel heat dust your face, but shake yourself out of it. You’ve got to stay calm, for all you know this could be another succubus.

“That’s a fair point I guess.” You don’t want to make contact with this girls eyes.

>”What else do you do besides sleep?”
>”Is the bed really that good?”
>Write in

>>1899090
>>”What else do you do besides sleep?”
i swear this girl is some kind of sleep demon

>>1899090
>>”What else do you do besides sleep?”

>>1899090
>”What else do you do besides sleep?”

>>1899090
“What do you do besides sleep?”

“Y’know, things and stuff.” She says dismissively.

Oh great, looks like she’ll be as descriptive and helpful as your other neighbor, “you’ve got to do something else of interest.”

“What’s more interesting than sleep?”

>Write

>>1899152
>Write in

>>1899152
Browsing the internet?

>>1899152
“Browsing the internet?”

“Oh I guess you are right. There is some fun stuff you can find online.” She gets that look in her eye again. “Reeeeeallly fun stuff~.”

Of course she did, why wouldn’t she, why would you walk into that joke for that matter.

“So what do you look up on the internet Jack?” Yup she is definitely trying to fluster you.

>”I look up supernatural stuff, it interests me.”
>”I look up conspiracies, they are fun to read.”
>”You know, things and stuff…”
>Write in

>>1899261
>>”I look up conspiracies, they are fun to read.”

>>1899261
>”I look up conspiracies, they are fun to read.”

>>1899261
“I look up conspiracies, they are fun to read.” That and you have to prepare for ever possible contingency, no more so than ever.

“Sounds interesting,” she says. “But do you ever look up anything more fun?”

More fun? This girl, this fucking girl.

“Like what?”

“Oh you know, something to keep you entertained, there are alllllll kinds of videos, pictures, and stories for that.”

“I don’t get what you mean, the stuff I find is entertaining enough.”

“Sure, whatever you say.”

This is going nowhere, you need to change the subject somehow.

>Write in

>>1899330
Since we're getting to know each other, anything you can tell me about yourself? Besides the whole love for sleep thing

>>1899342
>>1899330
Sure

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>>1899330
“Since we’re getting to know each other, anything you can tell me about yourself? Besides the whole love for sleep thing.”

“Come on Jack I can’t make it that easy for you.” She thinks for a moment. “If you take me out for a date sometime then we can learn ALL about each other~.”

This bitch right here. You get the feeling you won’t be getting much out of her. Are all girls like this or are they aware of your mission, or worse your actions to their fellow monster. Fuck this isn’t good, you need to calm down and form a tactical retreat.

>”Maybe we can go to get something to eat sometime, as friends.”
>”Maybe some other time, I’ll see you around.”
>”A date sounds nice, might get the landlord off my back.”
>Write in

>>1899389
>>”Maybe we can go to get something to eat sometime, as friends.”
we can invite her to our place later, then we can fight on our turf if shit goes south

>>1899389
>”Maybe we can go to get something to eat sometime, as friends.”

>>1899389
“Maybe we can go to get something to eat sometime.”

“As friends.” You quickly correct yourself, you honestly can’t afford to be in a relationship right now, much less one with a monster. You’d need money if you wanted to go somewhere, and ‘inviting’ a monster in your house had bad results the last time you tried it so you’d rather not bring her in. You would if you absolutely had too, but money is a thing you’ll need to get now, if not for the date, just for food and rent in general while you stay here.

“That would be nice.” Lucille says as she grabs a few of her pillows and blankets, and pilling them onto herself like some kind of nest. Why does she even need that many pillows? “Come talk to me if you think of a place to go~.”

“Got it, see you later Lucille.” And with that you leave the room.

“See ya Jack.” You hear her muffled call under her layers of pillows and blankets.

Closing the door behind you, you head back to your quaint little home. It is honestly a bit odd seeing the dark room, compared to the other apartments flats here, but its home, and its safe. You meticulously lock every lock on your door, before carefully stepping over the line of salt you had and feel much more relaxed and safe. There was just too much tension from those meetings, far more than you were used to at least. On the bright side you can now truthfully tell your landlord that you were interacting with others now, and even had some witnesses to back it up. Though you don’t know if you want him to find out about your outburst at Helen’s or just generally the uncomfortable exchange with Lucille, but you at least have someone that can testify for you.

Opening your laptop you begin to type your rather scarce findings on Lucille.

Lucille:
-Likes to sleep (possibly related to her species? Possibly nocturnal?)
-Enjoys toying with people in lewd ways
-

You stare at the third bullet line for a few minutes, and get the frustrating sense you will have to either interact with her more or even take her on that… date… before you get anything of use out of her. For now though you are just glad you are alive. Now you just need to keep it that way until you can clear these monsters out.

>Session End

Gonna hang around a bit for any questions, comments, etc. Archive will be up soon.

>>1899569
Thanks for running, as always
I do enjoy the freshness of your quest MM

>>1899580
Don't really see how its all that fresh.

>>1899589
I like the NHK+ supernatural elements, while it manages not to be a straight rip of any property I know.

>>1899593
Never watched or saw NHK, so it is a bit hard for me to rip off it. The supernatural elements are mainly just monsters and creatures I look into from all sorts of sources and meld them together, you could probably find out what monster Helen is if you dig a bit. Lucille you could pin exactly what she is if you do one thing I won't mention because that would ruin the surprise. And if consuming emotional energy off humans by wolves in sheep's clothing hasn't been done before the consuming of a general energy off humans has been.

Maybe its just because i am overly critical of my own writing, but i still don't see my shit as fresh. Just a mesh of a bunch of different shit that barely holds itself together with spit and ducktape.