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Cinders reach to touch your eyes as you gaze at the destruction caused by the brutal pillaging of a petty street gang-turned domestic terrorist group. It has been 2 days and 3 nights since you, Billy "The Bat" Iwo - A fairly average Banchou-level Japanese Delinquent - have been transported to a magical fantasy world. Courtesy of a terrible truck accident, of course. Now you are stuck in the city of Prontia, far from home. Your only solace is that you have befriended a very thrift little girl, and have constructed a more...modern weapon to defend yourself with.

After a disastrous run in with one of the major authorities in this city, you've been scheduled to stand trial for your perceived crimes. In an attempt to overcome this obstacle to your freedom, you have undergone a quest to help clear your character, one which involves the disappearance and brutal murder of beautiful ladies. You had just successfully defended the lives and honor of three gorgeous young maidens from the clutches of three, horrific, giant kidnappers. After a long, hard fought battle, you and your allies have sought to return to your base of operations,the local city Guild Hall, where adventurers can find rest, relaxation, and quests. Unfortunately, the neighborhood adjacent to this Guild Hall is in ruins from the devastation of a violent Prontian gang, whom call themselves "The Unbreakable Brotherhood".

___________________________________


Son of a bitch! Just after defeating some huge freakishly muscled freaks, some asshole had burned the damn neighborhood to the ground in your absence. SHIT! Victims walk the street as you are addressed by a guard from the Guild Hall, accompanied by your friend from the Guild Hall, Henrietta, and your little-girl sidekick, Charlotte. The guard was talking to Henrietta and you about the attack from the violent gangbangers.

"The Brotherhood has been more active after the Order of the Silver Crown stopped lending Prontia all of their support."

The guard seems to give you a stink eye as he says this. Hey! It's not your fault their bastard of a knight-captain got your name wrong.

"It's strange, the brotherhood's attacks have been very chaotic as of late, to even think of hitting this deep into the north-center of Prontia. I wonder what they want?"

Henrietta responds to the guard with a very good question.

"They've been taking all sorts of stuff, it's hard to understand what they're really after. They've always been petty street thugs, but this kind of attack is far greater in scale than what their normally capable of doing."

Interesting. This is not a normal change in activity, and it makes you more than a little curious of their intent...knowing these gangster types well. On the other hand, you're quite tired right now, having almost died earlier today.
>Where did they come from?
>What did they take?
>What did they use?
>Forget this, let's get back to the Guild Hall
>Write in
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>>1915032
>Where did they come from?

Those fuckers torched our turf. They need to learn that this will have consequences.
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>>1915032
>>Where did they come from?
>>What did they use?
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>>1915032

STATS: Billy “The Bat” Iwo
Class: None

Background: Banchou
Ability: Strongest
Bonus to Intimidate Checks
Bonus to Strength Checks

>Weapon: New York No Shinbatsu
>(Studded Club with Chain)
>Magical Enhancement:
>Durability +
>HP<, ATK+

>Delinquent Traits Scores
>Clever: 27
>Manly: 33
>Code - Honesty: 17
>Fight'n Spirit: 27

__________________________________________________

Delinquent Traits 1.0.1
Theses are the character traits that make you who you are, and with them comes both benefits and drawbacks that are befitting of your brash, trouble-making personality.

>1) Your traits are kept track of through points, a Trait Score, which will rise and fall as you chose your options. Such traits unlock special dialog prompts that are unique to you. Often times it is a high-risk, high reward option that requires a roll for success and other times a bonus just for maintaining it. The modified prompts is not necessarily beneficial or harmful, simply the embodiment of a trait.
>2) Successful rolls will give great benefits in the story, while failures might complicate things. Regardless of success or failure, choosing the modified prompt will cause a gain in points dependent on the situation (+3 or greater), while choosing not to use the prompt given will result in a loss of points (-2).
>3) You may use your points to modify your “Write in” responses with your traits, which will give bonuses to the results if the response is appropriate to those traits, at the cost of (-2) points.
>4) You may modify a response with more than one trait if appropriate for increased chances, and I encourage “Write in” responses, awarding particularly good responses by potentially refunding points spent. You lose this ability for a particular trait if you have a Trait Score of 2 or less.
>5) Higher Trait Scores increase the likelyhood of modified prompts appearing. Lower scores do the opposite. The relative difference in numbers has some affect towards which type of modified prompt is given.
>6) You may burn any of these points on given prompts as well to gain an additional bonus, provided the prompt does not already have the modifier on it already. Spend your points carefully, and try to find a balance, for once a trait score hits 0, your ability to take advantage of that trait is gone forever, having “gone soft.” I will make sure you are aware of the Trait Score values at all times as well as clarify any questions and feedback if necessary.

_____________________________________


First Thread:
>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1883765/
Previous Thread:
>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1899453/

Sorry I'm late anons, had a wild day today. Ended up saving some old lady from being run over by a car, believe it or not. Still haven't finished any quality drawings, Haven't had much time to do so, unfortunately. Should get it done very soon.
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>>1915032
>"I'M GOING TO KILL THOSE BASTARDS! NO ONE FUCKS WITH OUR TURF!"
>>Where did they come from?
>>What did they take?
>>What did they use?
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>>1915093
this. Leave no stone unturned.
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>NOBODY FUCKS WITH OUR TURF!
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>>1915032
>>1915063
>>1915071
>>1915093
>>1915102
>>1915114
>Fightin' Spirit +1

>"I'M GOING TO KILL THOSE BASTARDS! NO ONE FUCKS WITH OUR TURF!"
>Where did they come from?
>What did they use?
>What did they take?


The more you think about it, the more these Brotherhood of Bastards piss you off. Who in the FUCK thinks it's okay to fuck with YOUR turf. Nobody who has working brain, that's who!

"I'M GOING TO KILL THOSE BASTARDS! NO ONE FUCKS WITH OUR TURF!"

Henrietta and the Guild Guardian are both startled by your angry outburst. You grab the guard by the gorget of his armor and pull him in, before firing off questions.

"Where did they come from!?"
"What did they use!?"
"What did they take!?"

The guard, who already doesn't seem to like you very much, bats your hand away from his neck. Before he can answer, Henrietta speaks of first.

"The Unbreakable Brotherhood is based in the west side of Prontia."

The guard then answers another, before being kinda a dick.

"...and, if the other victims were to be believed, they had peculiarly high-quality weapons. Apparently, some of them were swinging flaming swords around. Look buddy, I would like to stay and chat, but I need to help the victims out here first, before I exchange pleasantries with the guy who got rid of our best support in fighting this street filth. Have a good night, Henrietta. Exchanging goodbyes, the guard goes about his work.

"He didn't have to be so rude about it." Henrietta says in your defense.

Damn that guy. If you want to do more about this, your going to have to figure it out later. At least you know where they live an what you're up against. Almost good enough to go knock on their door already.

Before you get a chance to think more about a new adversary to kneecap with your bat, your focus is broken by a familiar rumbling sound.

"...So hungry..."

The little girl in your arms is hungry. AGAIN. While it ticks you off a bit how somebody could be so gluttonous, you promised to feed her sweets after you let her get punted earlier. It would be a good time to talk to her about her...condition. Either way, you also need to start training her to kick ass like you, starting tomorrow

>Feed her and get her to talk
>Time for little fatty to sleep, it's past her bedtime
>Write in
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>>1915179

>Feed her and get her to talk
>Time for little fatty to sleep, it's past her bedtime
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>>1915179
>Feed her and get her to talk
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>>1915179
>>Feed her and get her to talk
>>Time for little fatty to sleep, it's past her bedtime
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>>1915179
>>Feed her and get her to talk
>>We need to refuel as well
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>>1915179
>>1915182
>>1915185
>Feed her and get her to talk

It's pretty late, but the Guild Hall conveniently acts much like a college campus, the Guild dining hall being open all night, including the bakery.

Let's get going Henrietta, we've both had a long day.

Of course, Bieri-kun. Thank you so much for protecting me tonight. You were very cool. I just hope now my manager isn't mad at me for playing hooky.

Winking at you, Henrietta goes ahead, probably to go find her boss. The girl has started using your country's honorific system, despite being from another world. It makes you feel a little less homesick, you guess.

Going inside and heading your separate ways, you carry your hungry little friend to the bakery, jostling her get her attention.

"Alright, Bottomless Pit. Make this a good one, It'll probably be your last meal like this in a long time. I'm treating, as promised."

Charlotte obliges, licking her chops as she looks at the menu.

"I want that one, and that one, and that one."

She picks out three different cakes on display. All of them are pretty much physically larger than her by comparison, having their layers stacked high. You are sickened, but curious.

___________________________________


"Kimo."

That's all you can think right now. There was nothing left of the cakes you spent 30 Gelt on each after Charlotte tore into them. It was an absolute massacre. The little girl gobbled up the confections like she was gulping down air, forgoing the use of forks or knives to just shovel it in. It was obscene. Never again could you sit through something like that. You had tried to feed yourself a little snack, but

She is a mess after everything is said and done, looking as if she doubled in width. Covered in frosting all around her face, she still continues to try to lap it up while in a food-induced coma. Her bare tummy has been exposed, having gorged enough to defeat the lower buttons of her cotton pajamas. Absolutely disgusting. Your fighting spirit burns as you think about how hard your gonna work this pig so she can stop eating like a starving animal and start to get in shape.

Looking around, nobody is hanging out in the Dining Hall. Good. You snap your fingers in her face to get her attention. She is roused from her dessert induced stupor - awake now thanks to the massive amount of sugary shlop in her.

"Now we need to talk."

You prompt her impatiently. She looks around, looking like she want's to run over and sit in your lap like the last two times, but now she seems to be immobilized by her fullness. She is nervous, despite being the only other person around, sans yourself. She struggles to beg while totally stuffed.

"Nobody can know. Okay?"

You nod. Taking one last look around, the little girl takes off her hat, which she wears even to sleep, and shows the top of her head to you for the first time. It's...completely normal...

(Cont. 1/2)
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>>1915381
...except for...
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>>1915381
...Oh wait, never mind, she has a pair of big, triangular doggy-fox-something ears. The look nice and fluffy, much like their owner.

Hmmm......

“I’m a Demi-Human”

Demi-What?

Shit is about to get confusing

"I have the blood of beasts within me. We are like humans, but touched by the gods to have these features. My race in particular are called the Tanukin. Everyone of us have good scavenging ability, great skill with our hands, a talent for money, and well..."

She looks down at her big stomach with a minor frown, acknowledging her abnormally large appetite.

"You can’t tell anyone about this. It’s important!"

Wow, so she’s like a little raccoon or something. How adorable. You’ve always wanted a pet, but not a vermin like this.

>Why?
>Where’s your tail?
>Can you do any other tricks?
>Write in
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>>1915446
>>Why?

So instead of big balls, she has a big stomach.
Unless her balls are in her stomach.
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>>1915446
>>Why?
>>Where’s your tail?
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>>1915446
>Why?
>Where's your tail?

Can we pet fluffy ears?
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>>1915446
>Why?
>Where’s your tail?

>inb4 only males have tails
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>>1915446
Eat meat and imagine the swole potential
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Also that's cool that she is a Elin.
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>>1915446
>why?

Was waiting for ya in the old thread, since it probably would have lasted for a few days more. Ah well.
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>>1915506
I was too, initially, I shoulda posted a link
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>>1915446
>>1915450
>>1915455
>>1915459
>>1915465
>>1915506

>Where's your tail?
>Why?

You've seen some weird shit while staying here in Prontia, but this is the start of another level. Your underling is an animal person!

"We don't have people with fluffy ears back at home. Can I...?"

"No!...Not here...Maybe upstairs."

She's determined to keep this under wraps. That just makes you suspicious.

"Where;s your tail?"

Charlotte adjusts her sitting position to the best of her ability, making a very uncomfortable position as she moves her butt.

You get the idea, It must suck to have part of your body being sat on and smushed up against your ass. It makes you adjust your position, too. But why go to such lengths, this is just silly.

"Why?"

Charlotte leans in as much as her tummy allows her to to talk as softly as possible.

"For a few years now, the opinion of Demi-Humans has been at an all time low here in Prontia. It has something to do with a dispute between the Order of the Silver Crown and the Demi-Human population living here...not that I've been able to find any of them. I'm not exactly sure what happened but...It's not a good idea if I go out like this."

Ugh, those fucking Silver Crown assholes, they ruin everything they stick their big fucking noses into!

Discussing this seems to make her really uncomfortable. Racism against dog people, now you've seen everything. Fucking incredible.

Charlotte put her hat back on to protect her secret. It's about time you guys called it a night. Time to get some rest.

"Let's get back to the room" You suggest.

Charlotte attempts to get up, but then looks super sad when she can't get onto her feet. She tries to give you some puppy-dog eyes as she looks at you cutely.

"Master, can you please carry me?"

You fill the empty lobby with your angry voice as you lose your cool.

"CAN'T YOU EVER WALK YOURSELF!?!"

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Hauling the overfed animal girl was quite a workout. It's like having one of those dogs that the family spoils and it gets too fat! At this rate she's going to have a doggy-heart attack too.

You drop Charlotte onto the bed, causing her to whole body to bounce around from the impact. You turn around, before double taking back to a happily smiling Charlotte. There's only one bed in this room. You let out an aggravated sigh. That means...

Charlotte takes her hat off, feeling comfortable with you seeing her true form starts getting under the covers...very slowly on the account of her fullness.

"What's wrong Master?"

This feels wrong, sleeping in bed with a girl without sharing a certain relationship feels, really wrong. And perverted. Especially when they look like Charlotte.

>"WHY."
>Time to sleep on the floor
>Just share the bed with her
>Share the bed with her, but have her sleep at the foot of the bed, like the pet that she is
>Write in

________________

>>1915506
>>1915581
Fuck, I'm sorry Anon, I forgot to at least link the thread.[/Spoiler]
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>>1915615
>Sleep on the damn floor

This is a DANGEROUS situation. Be a man, take the floor.
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>>1915615
>>Time to sleep on the floor
>>Write in: Please call me sensei instead. Being called master is uncomfortable."
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>>1915615
>Time to sleep on the floor
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>>1915639
Banchou, man, banchou!
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>>1915615
>>Time to sleep on the floor
"Not on your life."
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Also may i say:
>Share the bed with her, but have her sleep at the foot of the bed, like the pet that she is

pic related.
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>>1915615
Floor
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>>1915615
>Time to sleep on the floor
inb4 she asks "Why are you sleeping on the floor master? the bed is nice and warm and soft!"
"Because it is wrong to sleep in bed with a woman when she isn't your girlfriend!"
"I could be your girlfriend tonight!"
>Queue Oblate Spheroid attempting to be seductive
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>>1915615
>>1915631
>>1915639
>>1915648
>>1915650
>>1915651
>>1915656
>>1915669
>>1915677
>Time to sleep on the floor

"Master, why don't you come to bed? The Guild Hall mattresses are super comfy!"

"Nope!"

You lay down on the floor immediately in response to the question. Not on your life, tubby.

Charlotte has a frowny face before getting into bed and pouting. Guess she also doesn't like sleeping alone too then huh? What a child!

Ugh. You've had enough of this brat. On the list of things to do tomorrow, Having her refer to you as "Banchou", or maybe "Boss" is on it. This "Master" stuff is starting to make you feel wrong. Speaking of wrong, you have another reason for sleeping alone in bed and preferably your own room.

Ever since you were a young lad, you've had a a problem when it comes to bed time. You're terrible at it, or rather, your a terrible person to sleep around! You have a number of very serious sleep movement disorders, from periodic limb movements to the very rare and occasional sleepwalk, and so does you little brother, and as did your father before you both!
It's a wonder your mother didn't kill him earlier when they stopped doing it and tried to sleep in the same bed like a regular couple. There was a time when you and your little brother slept together in the same bed when you were younger, and god was it awful. Between constantly being kicked out of bed, the strange positions, feeling like you beat each other up while asleep in the morning and waking up with black eye every so often fucking sucked. Here on the floor should be more a adequate place to sleep for now. You grab Charlotte's big soft backpack to use as a pillow as you make yourself comfortable in the center of the room on the ground. Time to sleep for the first time since you got here without having to be knocked the fuck out.

"Goodnight"

"Night-Night"


Roll to sleep.

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This is purely for laughs, don't get any weird ideas anon
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Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>1915762
WE TRAIN WHILE WE SLEEP!!
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Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>1915762
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Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>1915762
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Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>1915762
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Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>1915762
We hunt monster while sleepwalking
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>>1915885
We hunted the gangsters that torched our place while sleep walking.
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Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>1915762
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>>1915762
>>1915867
Rolled 18: Sleep Rating: Nightmares of the Past
I'll always take the lowest roll when you sleep! Roll if you dare! Muahaha!

"You ready for me to kick your ass, Billy?"

"You can try you fucking loser."

You were having baseball practice like in the good old days. Before even middle school. when one of your teammates really pissed you off - Uwari Sendo. After having a little disagreement, the two of you are already squaring up. Fuck him, he started it, and now your going to finish it. The rest of your team cheers for you both, watching in a loose circle around you as they egg the fight on.

He's bigger, but you were always a fantastic scrapper. Violence is your greatest talent.

You both give each other a few good licks, but now you have the upper hand, straddling him, and messing up his pale face with your fists as you perform the ground and pound. Feels really good!

You try to punch his face again, but there's a strong grip around your arm. Who the heck is stopping you?

Oh shit, it's your Dad!
...But it's not your Dad, this Dad has the face of a Youkai! His teeth jut grotesquely from his mouth as his evil eyes penetrate your soul. And he's got his belt too!

You see Uwari-san crying like a little bitch on the ground covering his face as you're bent over Demon-Dad's knee, he's about to open a really old fashion style of punishment right unto your tender young cheeks. It hurts like fuck, but you're more concerned with the way the baseball team laughs at the humiliating display. Demon-Dad doesn't give a single flying fuck about your feelings as he continues to torture you with corporal punishment. He just breathes fire as he wails on your ass with his flaming belt, curses shooting out of his toothy mouth and branding your asshole as he whoops the shit out of you in front of your friends. You do your best to hold back the bitter tears as everyone indulges in your physical and emotional pain.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCK!!!!!"

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"MASTER PLEASE STOP!!!!"

You wake up to find yourself on the bed in the room. Judging from the lack light in the window, it's still way to be early to be awake, perhaps just a little before the crack of dawn. Judging by the way the temperature has dropped and there's a few shards on the ground, you were busy tonight. You feel your fists all and your left palm kinda tingly. Well shit.

Looking down, you have Charlotte bent over your knee, crying uncontrollably as you dish out punishment just like your father would. Right on her chunky, tender behind. Her ass is very red now. She'll be extra uncomfortable sitting today.

Hey look! you found her tail, It's very fluffy and round, with dark rings running around it. You were holding it as you spanked her.

"W-W-What Di-hic-Did I doooooo!?!!"

Damn, this was the same dream that forced your parents to get you and your brother separate rooms. You hear a knock on your door...

Cont. (1/2)
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>>1916011
oh fuck no
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>>1916011
The door slowly opens as you see a familiar face poking out of the doorway. It's Henrietta. She rubs here eyes as she opens the door. She's wearing a nightgown and a little sleeping cap.

"What is going on here? We've never gotten so many complaints before in one night like this."

You look to the blubbering tail you're currently holding, the window shards on the ground, and back to the sleepy woman peering into your room.

PANIC.

What the heck are you going to do!? You don't even remember what you actually did, aside from spank the actual snot out of Charlotte and smash the window. Did you...fall out of the room. That shit is at least two stories. How in the fuck are you going to explain this?
What do you do?
>Write In

Cont. (2/2)
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>>1916011
If we roll a 1, does that mean we have an enthusiastic midnight walk?
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>>1916069
Apologize and explain the situation, including the memory and the movement disorders. Billy is an honest man.
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>>1916074
Supporting!
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>>1916069
USE OUR CODE OF HONOR EXPLAINEXPLAIN
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>>1916071
I have big plans for a nat 1
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>>1916081
THEY HAVE TO BELIEVE US CAUSE WE LITERALLY DO NOT LIE! I do feel really fucking bad about charrote tho
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>>1916081
>>1916080
>>1916074
>>1916069
>>1916087


Roll for honesty


Better roll high, for Charlotte's sake
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Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>1916104
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Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>1916104
WE MUST
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Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>1916104
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Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>1916104
We so honest
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Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>1916104
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Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>1916104
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Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>1916104
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Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>1916104
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>>1916011
Dam this is bad...the fuck is wrong with us.
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>>1916104
>spoiler


Oooh! Her tail and ears are showing up? Also i feel bad for Lotte.
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Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>1916104
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>>1916104
He said roll high
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Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>1916218
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Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>1916104
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>>1916222
is this enough?
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>>1916230
Not quite
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>>1916222
Trips and a 99!

...too bad its probably too late and most likely QM's already writing.
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I must say i didn't like this don't we have a separate room in the guild hall? Were we sharing before? Or was the fact that we were so fucked up the inly reason why we didn't do this before?

Well i'm just being salty. It will pass
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>>1916104
>>1916106
>>1916114
>>1916118
>>1916126
>>1916127
>>1916136
>>1916142
>>1916155
>>1916172
>>1916217
>>1916220
>>1916222
>>1916233

>Honesty +5

DC 70: Rolled 99 - Lucky!

You drop the sobbing mess of the girl you just whupped the crap out of. Charlotte, taking advantage of the situation, despite her current state of butt-devastation, crawls under the bed in an attempt to hide her secret, biting back bitter tears.

You notice that Henrietta is quite tired and holds her head, trying to get over both a massive hangover and whatever exhaustion being afraid for her life brought her as a target for kidnapping. Her eyes are very heavy. She doesn't understand much right now, you think.

You don't even get the chance to explain the situation first before she breaks the silence. She blinks a few times, totally unaware

"Bieri-kun, Please keep it down at night. Others are sleeping."

Eh?

Henrietta promptly leaves the room. You use the opportunity to go grab your monster from under the bed and let her know that the coast is clear.

"It's safe to come out, I don't think she saw anything."

"..."
____________________________________


Your sitting down with Charlotte, trying to explain your very strange condition. She's a little mad at you for pummeling her round little bottom so savagely. She looks at from the side.

"I'll forgive youuuu."

You let out a big sigh. Glad we're on the same page.

"So what actually happened to me while I was sleepwalking?"

Charlotte stops being mad completely, now just more in awe and shock.

"It was crazy, I woke up late at night to come snuggl-I mean check on you, but you were walking around already. I tried to get your attention, but you were all punchy and stuff. And then you shouted "SATTENDO KORE!!!" and jumped out the window. You punched a tree to death and then ran off! I tried to follow you, but you were gone. When you came back an hour latter, you threw this into the room before..."

She shudders to think about the assault on her hiney before continuing. She hands you a gem. It's purple, and you have no idea what it does.

Obtained: Purple Gem

Well at least that's something, You'll look at it later. You fall asleep on the floor without further incident. Tomorrow you start Charlotte's training and get to the bottom of that murder mystery.

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Have to call it a night guys. To make up for the shorter session today, I'll be running earlier than usual. 12:00PM EST tomorrow. Thank you all for participating again.

>>1916272
It was all Charlotte's fault
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>>1916318
Ooooh early weekend thread, good night truck
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>>1916318
Nice.
Nini
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>>1916318
>And then you shouted "SATTENDO KORE!!!" and jumped out the window
top kek
Have a good night QM
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>>1916318

Feeling that your body is twisted into a strange position wakes you up. Your arms are both crossed over your body in an exaggerated self-hug, a typical occurrence for you. You take a look outside of the shattered window to gauge the time, letting it dawn on you that someone will most likely have to pay for that. The sun is just about to come out, only a little light making everything visible in a desaturated morning tone. It's been a few hours. The perfect time to exercise.

Looking back, you see your little friend still snoozing on the bed, making sure to stay face down to avoid putting any weight on her sore, plump bottom. Gotta wake her up. Using your newfound knowledge of how to wake her from her log-like slumber, you grab a feather from the nice soft pillow on the bed and tickle her until she lets out a little sneeze.

"...!?..."

The girl wakes up, somewhat unawares.

"Get dressed and get outside. It's showtime."

"...Show-Tiemu?"

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You are down in the back of the big Guild Hall, not far from your room. You can see the damage from last night, glass everywhere on the grass and a nearby tee looking like it was struck by lightning without being set on fire. Last night wasn't great, but it's not the worst thing you've done in your sleep.

Just then, Charlotte dashes to you on her short, sausage legs. She breaths hard before recomposing herself and tries to get pumped up.

"I'm ready! Master Bato!"

It's about time she stopped using "Master". It doesn't make you feel comfortable. You shout to get your point across much like an aggressive coach would.

"From now on, you will refer to me as Banchou Billy, or simply Boss! Got That?! None of this "Master" bullshit."

"Yes Banchou Bieri!"

...Good enough. You enjoy the compliance at least. She looks really determined to improve herself.

You grabbed Charlotte's bag when you came out here. She has a lot of junk other than her trade tools, utility items, and a few defensive options. For example, you found a shitload of hand-sized balls. They look perfect to play catch with. They might be helpful. Just like this ID card.

You look over Charlotte's rather unimpressive physical shape, and down to her little ID card. You notice there had been a minor improvement since the last time you looked at her numbers. Did she level up or something? The stats slightly different.

NAME: CHARLOTTE MARCHESS DU LAFRA
CLASS TYPE: ROGUE
- SUBTYPE:TRADESMITH
HP: 25 (+5) (B)
STATUS: NORMAL
AGE: 16
HOME: LAFRA
HT: 4'8”
WT: 135lbs

PER: 20 (A)
INT: 16 (B-)
WIS: 15 (C+)
CHA: 15 (C+)
END: 16 (+2) (C+)
STR: 14 (C+)
DEX: 6 (E)

Race: Tanukin

That last one is really hard to see at first glance. Interesting. You wonder how she's able to apparently get such accurate readings. You've been feeling strangely powerful since you got here, with incredible feats strength becoming a norm for you. Maybe you should ask for Henrietta about one for yourself.

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>>1917289

Now it's time to get this girl into shape, so she can make herself useful.

How will you do it?
>Start with that calisthenic shit they made you do every day before classes started at school. Everyone can do those basic exercises, making it a good place to start.
>We have all these fucking balls, I'll start with some baseball conditioning, some good intermediate drills.
>Charlotte needs to learn how to act more freely in a combat situation, the two of you will spar. Even if she's no match for you, learning to defend and dodge will be beneficial to her.
>Write in

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>Delinquent Traits Scores
>Clever: 27
>Manly: 33
>Code - Honesty: 22 (+5)
>Fight'n Spirit: 27

>Trait Write In: -2

Cont. (2/2)
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Welcome back everybody. Time to get started. Thanks for waiting.
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>>1917317
>>Charlotte needs to learn how to act more freely in a combat situation, the two of you will spar. Even if she's no match for you, learning to defend and dodge will be beneficial to her.
I like this but maybe we should see Henrietta first to get our own id and pay for the damage we did
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>>1917317
>>Start with that calisthenic shit they made you do every day before classes started at school. Everyone can do those basic exercises, making it a good place to start
Time to lose some weight! Maybe get an I.D once she is situated.
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>>1917317
>We have all these fucking balls, I'll start with some baseball conditioning, some good intermediate drills.

If she's a rogue, then she probably knows how to move at least basically.
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>>1917317
>DODGEBALL

Remember the 5 ds!
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>>1917317
>Start with that calisthenic shit they made you do every day before classes started at school. Everyone can do those basic exercises, making it a good place to start.
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>>1917327
>>1917328
>>1917330
>>1917347

>Start with that calisthenic shit they made you do every day before classes started at school. Everyone can do those basic exercises, making it a good place to start.

I can feel Mast-I mean Boss's eyes go right through me as he ponders about how he's going to help me get stronger! I think...

I have to stay focused and do my best! I wonder what we're going to do today? I hope it's not too hard for me. My tummy is still kinda full right now...and my butt hurts super bad!

I just have to ignore it. I want the boss to notice me!

Roll to Charlotte.
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>>1917394
You can do This! Maybe! Kind of?
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>>1917394
>my butt hurts super bad
I can't wait to go to sleep again
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>>1917394
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>>1917398
Do we need to roll more?
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>>1917448
Weeelll okay...
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>>1917448
>>1917417
>>1917398
Holy fuck, charlotte, where the hell were you hiding this?!
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>>1917461
Obviously, we need to spank her ass more often.
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>>1917469
Well, at least at least her wish of bieri noticing her will come true.
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>>1917469
We need to go further
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>>1917469
It's it weird that the porn I masturbated to last night had spanking in it? Hmmm
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>>1917490
Don't think we needed to know that.
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>>1917412
>>1917417
>>1917448
I swear no other quest thread I've seen has had as high a concentration of rolls above 90 than this one. Where Billy has wandered off to, he wanders among gods
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>>1917522
I don't know, I keep rolling under 20
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>>1917461
It's nit her. Bily it's just a really good coach...just like his dad used to be.
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>>1917538
Sadface
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>>1917522
Banchou means being the strongest, you know.

Apparently, that means we draw 90+ rolls to this quest.
>>1917538
We're the best coach.
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>>1917542
Don't be sad. Think like this, if there is a afterlife Billy's dad might be giving the widest grin ever.
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>>1917394
>>1917398
>>1917412
>>1917417

DC 50: Rolled 100 - ORYAH!

You decide the best way to start is easy. Doing that stuff you were forced to do as a student in your country would be a good place to start. Such a practice has endangered and destroyed much of the out of shape in Japan.

Looking at Charlotte, you notice now there is a fire in her eyes. She seems to have been able to channel her fighting spirit..,Not bad at all. Now we're cooking with gas! You instruct her on the workout and lead by example, to show her how to proceed.

Charlotte easily accomplishes the basic bitch exercises. She has very little trouble running in place, doing jumping jacks, and touching her toes, despite her prodigious belly in the way. Increasing the pace does nothing to stop her as she keeps up with you. Seeing her doing such a good job leads you to give her some of the more difficult stuff.

She isn't even winded after the moderately challenging workout. You feel refreshed after limbering up yourself.

"Okay Boss! I'm all warmed up!!"

Oh, she wants more huh? You can see that she's ready for it. You pick some of her toy balls. It's time for round two.

"Oh my collection!"

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If Charlotte wanted to prove herself to you, she's certainly gotten your attention with her performance today. Putting her through the grinder does not stop her from the conditioning you did as a baseball player being forced upon her small body. She is able to jog and keep up with you the whole time with her stubby legs. She does at least a hundred full crunches without giving up. Her push ups are surprising, using a real push up form, and none of that girly shit where you use your knees. It is impressive as you watch her continue to sweat like she's in a sauna, undeterred in her task. Time to keep pushing.

You end up winding down the workout by using her collection of throw-balls to test her reactions and drill a sense of urgency in her. She passes with flying colors, catching what she needs to catch and avoiding what she needs to avoid, able to keep up against the ever increasing distance you make her have to run to answer your pitches. Even putting some speed on the ball, Charlotte is able to catch some in her mouth with some sick hops like a trained show-dog. Sugoi!

Even your slightly beat as you stand over Charlotte's prone, exhausted, panting body.

"D-did I do good Boss?"

Acknowledging her hard work, you smile and help her to her feet.

"You did great, Lottie."

She looks very happy to have exceeded your expectations. She'll be able to meet her goal of self improvement for sure if she keeps this up. You allow her to hold your hand on the way back to the Guild Hall, she's earned it.

You take a look at her card, mostly out of curiosity. These changes completely unexpected!

Charlotte's Stats:

PER: 20 (A)
INT: 16 (B-)
WIS: 15 (C+)
CHA: 15 (C+)
END: 16 (C+)
STR: 15 (+1) (C+)
DEX: 7 (+1) (E)

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>>1917624

While she did an excellent job today, you concern yourself with the days to come, where she must once again prove how serious she is about becoming rough and tumble like you. Praising her gets you a big smile and much happier disposition. You'll have to change up her diet as well. Bodily improvement starts at the table, after all. There was some other stuff you need to get out of the way. Time to head back and get shit done.

Where to next?
>Breakfast. Gotta make sure we situate this one's diet.
>Guild Hall Front Desk. Time to see your favorite clerk, she might have some news for you
>To Morrcock Construction company, better get their early
>Write in

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>Delinquent Traits Scores
>Clever: 27
>Manly: 33
>Code - Honesty: 22
>Fight'n Spirit: 27

>Trait Write In: -2
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>>1917676
>>Guild Hall Front Desk. Time to see your favorite clerk, she might have some news for you
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>>1917676
>Breakfast. Gotta make sure we situate this one's diet.
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>>1917676
>To Morrcock Construction company, better get their early

Is there delivery here? Ask to get our breakfast shipped over, or find some place to pick up food along the way. Guild cards a mystery, but that can wait.
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>>1917676
>Breakfast. Gotta make sure we situate this one's diet.
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>>1917676
>>Breakfast. Gotta make sure we situate this one's diet
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>>1917687
Oh, also, are we even sure we know what's good for Charlotte? She ain't fully human, so changing up her diet to something else might hurt instead of help. What works for most might not work for her, just saying.
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>>1917676
>Guild Hall Front Desk. Time to see your favorite clerk, she might have some news for you
>Also, see if you can get one of those ID´s they seem useful
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>>1917729
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>>1917801
I meant to put supporting; ignore my autism.
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>>1917802
>>1917801
>>1917729
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>>1917720
>>1917687
>>1917686
>>1917683

>Breakfast - 1
>Front Desk -2

Rollan.
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>>1917816
No need I'll change it to front desk
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You were to late anon. Finishing writing.

Why do you torture my slow hands so?
Anon pls!
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>>1917801
>>1917729
>>1917722
>>1917720
>>1917687
>>1917686
>>1917683
>>1917676
>Breakfast. Gotta make sure we situate this one's diet.

Training the girl was the easy part. In all honesty, you could do this in your sleep, without any exaggeration...probably.

Now it's time to help this girl with her diet. Her belly rumbles as you lead the little girl into the dining hall, anticipating her next meal. Although she gorged herself out of her damned mind the last night, she must have managed to work up an appetite, against all odds. This will be difficult. While thankfully not being retarded enough to be unable to count calories as an athlete should, you worry about the ridiculous numbers this girl packs away, being a little less than human. If she was a normal person and ate as she does, she would be 300 pounds by now. Or exploded.

She's still partially human, your diet stratagems will have to work, even if they have to be scaled up to meet her incredible hunger.

You pick her up so she can see the ceiling mounted menu over the Guild Hall buffet at your level, hoping that she'll see all the options instead of just the eyesore of unhealthy stuff. She licks her chops again as she looks down at all the food put out for adventurers from your height, missing the point entirely. You pat her soft little gut to drive the point home

"Time to start your diet, Lottie"

Her hunger induced state of suspense is dropped as her good mood becomes one of nervous energy, probably worried about the idea of potentially not being able to inhale food.

Let's try...
>Just have her eat less at the table, the less calories you intake, the less gains you make. Simple and sweet. You just have to keep her training regime to burn that blubber off.
>You question how healthy it is to have her eat less, going by her freakish metabolism. The real issue is with her uncontrolled binging. Putting her on a multiple small-meal plan will be the least risky way to jump start her metabolism, even if she's constantly and steadily eating all day!
>You have no idea how the Tanukin girl is going to fair if you deprive her of food. You know that the content and nutrition are the most important. Just cut her sweets intake. She just needs to eat more meat!
>Write in
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>>1917867
When we do get that card, I'm partially expecting strength to be something like ??? Or 0/0 or something like that.
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>>1917870
>>You have no idea how the Tanukin girl is going to fair if you deprive her of food. You know that the content and nutrition are the most important. Just cut her sweets intake. She just needs to eat more meat!
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>>1917880
This. Turn her into a Braphog.
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>>1917873
Soon, if I'm able to freaking get my shit together and that's what you guys want, of course.
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>>1917870
>You have no idea how the Tanukin girl is going to fair if you deprive her of food. You know that the content and nutrition are the most important. Just cut her sweets intake. She just needs to eat more meat!
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>>1917880
At the very least, you can give her a cheat day to eat sweets.
>>1917887
>limit as x goes to infinity of e^x
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>>1917870
>You have no idea how the Tanukin girl is going to fair if you deprive her of food. You know that the content and nutrition are the most important. Just cut her sweets intake. She just needs to eat more meat!
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>>1917870
>You have no idea how the Tanukin girl is going to fair if you deprive her of food. You know that the content and nutrition are the most important. Just cut her sweets intake. She just needs to eat more meat!
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>>1917870
>>1917880
>>1917884
>>1917891
>>1917903
>>1917921
>You have no idea how the Tanukin girl is going to fair if you deprive her of food. You know that the content and nutrition are the most important. Just cut her sweets intake. She just needs to eat more meat!

Reminiscing about Charlotte's feast the other night makes you ill. The amount of sugar she consumes in one sitting would give a man a heart attack over a week, or at least the 'beetus. The answer isn't to cut her calories down, just to get her to eat healthier. You don't want to accidentally end up starving her due to ignorance of her people and working her to death through your training. You address the hungry little girls concerns.

"You won't starve..."

She is momentarily relieved.

"I just need you to stop eating sweets. If you follow the diet, I might let you have a cheat day. Just eat your damn meat and veggies and stop carbo-loading already!"

She's clearly unsure of how to do that from the look of confusion on her face. This is going to take a while.

Breakfast goes like this: You let Charlotte feed herself, but supervise her to make sure she stays away from the crap and eats protein and fiber. It takes a while, considering the amount of times she goes back to the buffet to get another course, having you come with her to follow her around like a lost dog. Every time she tries to indulge her sweet-tooth, you bump her a little firmly with Shinbatsu, right on her already battered behind. Such a painful stimulus keeps her from eating something bad, even though she's in tears by her 6th helping. Girl has gotta learn to clean up her bulking technique somehow!

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Now that that's over, you quickly head to your room, spruce up, comb your hair, grab your other shit, and head back down. You quickly stop at the Guild Hall desk, followed by an only slightly disheartened Charlotte, who is still rubbing her ass.

You greet Henrietta, who gets up from resting her head in her hand on the desk to happily greet you.

"Heading out, Bieri-kun?"

>After seeing the destruction they wrought, I'm interesting in tracking down That Brotherhood of Bastards in my spare time later
>I want to know about those Guild IDs. Why don't I have one yet?
>I'm off to Old Man Morrcock.
>Write in
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>>1918024
>>I want to know about those Guild IDs. Why don't I have one yet?
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>>1918024
>>I want to know about those Guild IDs. Why don't I have one yet?
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>>1918024
>>I want to know about those Guild IDs. Why don't I have one yet?
I want a picture of that ass we hear so much about
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>>1918024
If its quick
>I want to know about those Guild IDs. Why don't I have one yet?
If not
>I'm off to Old Man Morrcock.
And ask him about these guys.
>After seeing the destruction they wrought, I'm interesting in tracking down That Brotherhood of Bastards in my spare time later
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>>1918024
>I want to know about those Guild IDs. Why don't I have one yet?
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>>1918024
>>1918038
>>1918039
>>1918055
>>1918093
>>1918140
>I want to know about those Guild IDs. Why don't I have one yet?

It's about time you address the elephant in the room. It's been put off for far to long.

"I want to know about these Guild IDs. When do I get mine."

Henrietta chuckles at your question.

"You get one when you ask for it, silly."

She takes Charlotte's card from you, and begins explaining the particulars.

"...And Magic is used to link you to the card. The Guilds have instituted this device as a system of classification and identification of adventures.To take on the more dangerous and rewarding quests, this is like a waiver and a certification..."

She goes on to explain the stats, to which you realize Charlotte is till pretty fucking weak in a combat situation, and her equally but low stats are supplemented by her ability to get stuff. It's not the worst thing, right now you can handle the combat aspect while you're here, having proved your capacity to do so again and again.

Interested in your own ID more out of curiosity than anything, you ask Henrietta about one.

"There's a fee, a minor magical procedure, and a signature you have to make, then you'll get your card. They do it all upstairs. I would have had to have you go through the process anyways if you want to collect on this kidnapping case, but you haven't found who is really responsible yet, have you?"

She is very curious about the quest, having almost been a victim herself. You explain that you don't think the big guys from earlier were the masterminds. You need more time to figure it out.

"You can go through the process now, if you're ready. It will cost you 100G"

>Later. I gotta meet with Ojisan first
>Alright, let's do it now.
>Write in

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Current Gelt: 371
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>>1918197
>>Alright, let's do it now.
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>>1918197
>Later. I gotta meet with Ojisan first

Sounds like it'll take time, do important shit first, then superfluous crap.
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>>1918197
>>Alright, let's do it now.
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>>1918197
Meh, shouldn't take to long, lets get it out of the way and be official an shit.
>Alright, let's do it now.
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>>1918197
>>Alright, let's do it now.
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>>1918197
>Alright, let's do it now.

Let's do it although my inner delinquent is kinda angry about this system. But if this will alow us to get paid for the quest and also get acess to harder and more rewarding quest then great. Also i'm kinda curious what are our stats.
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>inb4 our ID says we are a demi-human or isn't capable of determine what our 'race' is.
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>>1918293
>NAME: ???
>CLASS TYPE: ???
>- SUBTYPE:???
>HP: ???
>STATUS: ???
>AGE: 0
>HOME: ???
>HT: 6"2
>WT: 235lbs
>PER: ???
>INT: ???
>WIS: ???
>CHA: ???
>END: ???
>STR: ???
>DEX: ???
>Race: Anomaly

100G well spent
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>>1918302
>Not STR: ∞/0
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>>1918302
We can always grab more gil from the gang that attacked our turf.
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Guys i just tought something. We want people to like us? Or at least make our public image a little bit better. Since the Ojisan is the owner of a construction company and he on us a favor instead to jave him go and witness in our case why not ask him to rebuild the burned houses in our turf?

It would do his company some good since they would come as a company trying to protect the citizens, increase their brand fame and we can always ask him to say that we were the ones that asked/convinced him to re-build those houses.

But it might be better to do it after we have broken this so called unbreakable gang.
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>>1918428
It's a good idea. Maybe for free, maybe at a large discount. would give him some cred too.
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>>1918197
>>1918214
>>1918215
>>1918218
>>1918222
>Alright, let's do it now.

You had hoped once you fell asleep, you'd wake up back in your room like none of this ever happened. It's about time you take your first step as a true adventurer, so you could start adventuring a way to get your ass back home.

"Alright, lets do it now."

You answer her as you slam your Gelt coins down on the table. You hope this quest is fruitful, you need more dosh soon.

"Head up to the 6th level of the building, that's where the living quarters end and the Guild-specific facilities begin."

The more you learn about this place, the more it's like a strange mystical corporate building.

"What this one for me Henrietta, I can't have her cheating on her diet."

"Sure Bieri-Kun"

She seems to have that slightly dreamy look back in her eye. Charlotte just pouts as you leave her behind like a child at daycare.

You begin the long climb up. The staircase i long and winding. Five more stories to go now.
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The process was interesting for the first 10 minutes, having waited in a bit of a line to be serviced, and got old really fast. The first thing they did was make you do the signing. It freaked you out a little because you were required to sign with your own blood. Ugh...

Next they had you touch this weird crystal ball thing. They said that everybody's magical response was different. It is used to calibrate the little gem that goes into the ID card. Your's was very strange in comparison to everyone else's, but especially weak and kinda dark, going by their results. It took longer than the others too because of that. Who cares. Magic is for fags.

Finally, they made you wait to get the little card, it took quite a while. Finally taking it you are really surprised, thinking you were some kind of special snowflake with your stats.

>NAME: Billy "The Bat" Iwo
>CLASS TYPE: Undeclared
>- SUBTYPE:N/A
>HP: 100/100
>STATUS: Normal
>AGE: 16
>HOME: JAPAN
>HT: 6"2
>WT: 205lbs
>STR: ???
>END: ???
>CHA: ???
>DEX: ???
>INT: ???
>PER: ???
>WIS: ???
>RACE: Human
SUB RACE: JAPANESE/ ENGLISH/ IRISH/ GERMAN/ SCOTTISH/ DUTCH/ FRENCH/ WELSH/ GERMAN
LEVEL: 8

Damn, you've really slimmed down, ever since you became man of the house, you haven't been able to eat properly. Gonna have to keep your strength, maybe take some pages out of Charlotte's book. At least your still in excellent shape. Looking all over the little whit block there's even more stuff on the card, but it's not all filled out. The card people tell you that it takes some time to determine the physical stats, and that your not secretly some kind of demi-god of mystery. They do make fun of you for the massive "Race" column, to which you punch the clerk in the goddamn snozz before he could react. You don't need some dumb bastard to tell you you're a Happa Euromutt. Fucking rude. You just hope people will get your name right now that it's right here.

100G Well spent?

Time will tell.

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>>1918449
I would try for him to do it for free. Since this would work as a advertisement to his company quality and their reputation with the common folk. Besides i bet some of the burned buildings were also small or family business people.
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>SUB RACE: JAPANESE/ ENGLISH/ IRISH/ GERMAN/ SCOTTISH/ DUTCH/ FRENCH/ WELSH/GERMAN

So we are double times german? Also god dam Irish and scottish to? Geez bato you are scary.
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>>1918475
Looking at the card makes you feel kind of dumb. Going by what was explained to you by Henrietta, you can tell which stats are higher by the order of arrangement on the stats column. You just hope your physical stats are just so much higher than your mental stats and your not a fucking retard. You notice that everything is white like Charlotte, but the gem is an off-white in a slightly different shade. It will take time to develop, no need to worry about it. Time to get moving.

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Getting back, Henrietta welcomes you back, Charlotte is sitting in a visitor chair, adjacent to the office, rubbing her gut, trying to quell her tummy's outrage about not having a single grain of processed sugar today. The little clock on the wall is telling you that your late on going to go see Mr. Morrcock. Shit, I hope Ojisan isn't mad or anything.

Now what?
>Ask about the Brotherhood and the quest about the gang activity, take the quest
>Time to get going, I'm running late
>Try to smooth over the incident last night, it seems to be okay, but you are kind of embarrassed still

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>Delinquent Traits Scores
>Clever: 27
>Manly: 33
>Code - Honesty: 22
>Fight'n Spirit: 27

>Trait Write In: -2
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>>1918537
>>Time to get going, I'm running late
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>>1918529
I dun goofed guys
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>>1918537
>>Time to get going, I'm running late
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>>1918537
>double time it over there, you can smooth things over later.
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>>1918537
>show our id card and point out the proper way to say our damn name.
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>>1918557
OH SHIT, we can do that!

Fuckin' hell, do This! Asap!
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>>1918537
>Time to get going, I'm running late

Let's solve this murder quest then we go deal with this gang.
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>>1918557
OMG the most well spent gils ever!!!
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>>1918537
>>1918541
>>1918542
>>1918548
>Time to get going, I'm running late
>double time it over there, you can smooth things over later.

This has gone on long enough, It's time to get the fuck out of dodge and go meet old man Morrcock.

"I'll see you around, Henrietta."

"Bye Bye, Bieri-kun. Please be careful, the Morrcock Company Building is on the east side of town. It's a big black building with the name on it. The "Magnum Aes" have the bulk of their men set up their. Watch your back while downtown so you don't get mugged or scammed.

You show her the card very quickly, it's about time someone gets it right! She puts her hands over her mouth in shock.

"...Is that how it's supposed to be? This whole time?!?"

The card is already paying for itself.

Charlotte is confused, not having seen what you did. Well, time to get moving. Nodding to her, you both head out.

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You end up in the east side of town. It's actually quite posh and quaint, despite there supposedly being more gang activity from those brass dudes. Weird.

After some traveling, you end up in front of the big dark building that you were told about. Not hard to find.

The guard stops you and asks you to identify yourself and state your business.

>"My name is Billy the Bat, I'm here to see Lord Morrcock"
>Hand him your new ID. "I'm here to see Lord Morrcock"
>[Intimidate]
>Write in
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>>1918645
>>Hand him your new ID. "I'm here to see Lord Morrcock"
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>>1918645
>>[Intimidate]
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>>1918645
>Hand him your new ID. "I'm here to see Lord Morrcock"
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>>1918645
>>Hand him your new ID. "I'm here to see Lord Morrcock
God damn guys I can't wait to get some Gangs under our thumbs, I want to be a true banchou again!
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>>1918672
Same anon, same. But first let's get this fucker who is trying to kill the women.
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>>1918645
>of their men set up their.
For reference, the first use of their is correct, the second one isn't. Its there.
>Hand him your new ID. "I'm here to see Lord Morrcock"
Sweet, taking the time to do it is paying off already.
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>>1918645
>>1918658
>>1918659
>>1918662
>>1918672
>>1918700
>Hand him your new ID. "I'm here to see Lord Morrcock"

Taking the card out of your pocket with a self-satisfied smile on your face, you hand it over to the guard. You notice this guard has the same armor and mace arms of the guys Morrcock had stationed at his house, and the guys at the Smithy the other day. There sure are a lot of these guys.

He takes some time to look over your card. He doesn't hand it back. Instead he eyes you suspiciously and says exactly what you don't want to hear.

"Are you trying to pull a fast one on me, pal? I was told to admit a "Bieri" not a "Billy". The boss doesn't know any Billy

...

Charlotte tilts her head at you.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.........

>[Intimidate]
>[Code] Calm down and be earnest. It works well, usually.
>[Fightn Spirit] DO YOU WANT TO START A FUCKING FIGHT!?!
>Write In
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>>1918735
>[Intimifate]
>Put your hand on his shoulder, and slowly squeeze harder and harder, and tell him "Try saying Billy 10 times fast, you know what it starts to sound like?"
>"Bieri"
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>>1918735
>[Code] Calm down and be earnest. It works well, usually.
And proceed to kick him in the dick for getting the name wrong.
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>>1918735
>>[Intimidate]
This fucking game with our name has been going on for far too long
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>>1918735
>[Intimidate]
>[Code] Calm down and be earnest. It works well, usually.

We killed three guys WAY bigger and meaner then him.
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>>1918735
>>1918742
Supporting
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>>1918735
>>1918742
>>1918745
>>1918747
>>1918749
>[Intimidate]
>Put your hand on his shoulder, and slowly squeeze harder and harder, and tell him "Try saying Billy 10 times fast, you know what it starts to sound like?"
>"Bieri"

That is the last fucking straw, this motherfucker is going to learn your name or be destroyed.

You grab his shoulder and squeeze as hard as you can on his armored shoulder. It hurts your hand a bit, not that you care. The guard reaches for his weapon after you have a hold of him, but freezes as you speak. You can feel the muscles in your face warping your visage as you give your best Banchou face.

"Try saying Billy 10 times fast. You know what it starts to sound like?"

You move him closer to you before finishing your resolute statement.

"Bieri."


Roll to intimidate. Best of 7.

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>Delinquent Traits Scores
>Clever: 27 (+1)
>Manly: 33
>Code - Honesty: 20 (-2)
>Fight'n Spirit: 25 (-2)

>Trait Write In: -2
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Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>1918788
It's time.
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Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>1918788
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Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>1918788
LETS GO MOTHERFUCKER!
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Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>1918788
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Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>1918788
Let's intimidate the shit out of him!
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GOD DAMNIT SOMEONE BE BADASS!
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Two more chances guize.
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Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>1918788
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>>1918820
>>1918818
I guess we used all of our good roles when we were trainning our little piglet.
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>>1918830
good rolls*
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>>1918818
Man, I wish there was a special rule for rolling two of the same number on a d100. That also has to be pretty rare, right?
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Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>1918788
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>>1918846
FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCK YOOOOOOOOU DICE!
>>1918790
Lets hope this is good enough.
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>>1918841
Well it is, I know one of the QM in one of the RWBY quests are a math nerd, we got dubs on each consecutive roll and we got a bonus for that. They were also additively higher for each one.
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>>1918788
>>1918790
>>1918799
>>1918801
>>1918803
DC 60: Rolled 64 - Don't you know who the fuck I am?

This guy has a look of someone who has seen some shit, like a hardened criminal. These are the kind that don't break easily. Yet you are completely confident in yourself right now, and everybody is going to start calling you by your name. Even if these medieval dickheads think it's the stupidest thing ever. You will shove it down their throats if you have to.

Seeing the wild look in your eye makes him think twice about fucking with you right now.

"All right, All right, I get it. The stories about you are true, I guess."

Stories? looks like your getting popular. You follow the guard as he reluctantly leads you up to the building's main entrance.

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After a large flight of steps and a couple of checkpoints, you make it to the main office. It is a very posh room, ornate with all sorts of shit like expensive antiques and hunting trophies of sorts. There is a desk in the back and center of the room, and a large chair behind it. It's currently facing the wall-spanning window that overlooks most of Prontia, you can even see the taller Guild Hall from here.

"He's here, boss."

The man sitting in the big chair stands. It's not Ojisan, rather it is a fair man of noble birth and long blonde hair. He is dressed foppishly, with a really nice looking red jacket. His garb looks expensive and he moves with an aristocratic grace.

"I've been wanting to meet you for some time. Mr. Iwo. We've been anxious to get a chance to thank you for what you've done to the Order of the Silver Crown."

You were expecting the old man. Who the fuck is this guy?

>Who are you?
>"Your welcome". Let him keep talking
>Where's Lord Morrcock?
>Write in
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>>1918910
Thank god, we just barely made it.
>Who are you?
>"Your welcome". Let him keep talking
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>>1918910
>Who are you?
>"You're welcome." Let him keep talking
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>>1918910
>>Where's Lord Morrcock?
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>>1918910
>"Your welcome". Let him keep talking


let him talk rich people like to talk don't they?
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>>1918910
Thank god jesus christ.
>Write in
>"Eeeeh? I came here on the request of Ojisan to meet him, not you, so where is he?"
We aren't wastin' time with this guy
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Oh 'fer cryin' out loud, it's the son. Apparently, despite their differences, they both hate the Order of The Silver Crown.

>>1918910
> Let him keep talking.
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>>1918871
Did some quick and dirty half remembered math, got something like a .0021 chance of getting two of the same number on a d100. Probably terribly wrong though.
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>>1919031
Over 7 rolls, that is
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>>1918910
>>1918919
>>1918923
>>1918924
>>1918925
>>1918926
>>1918963
>>1919031
>>1919056
> Let him keep talking.

"You're Welcome"

Man, fuck that Blackwell Guy. The sharp dressed man walks over to address you in a more cordial manner, shooing the guard out of the way as he approaches.

"You see the order has constantly been sticking their noses in my families affairs for generations, always causing us much ire. Now that you've caused them to withdraw, the Morrcock family business has been thriving."

Thier business is construction, isn't it? How do the Silver Faggots affect them? The knights are peacekeepers.

"I would like to personally thank you for single-handedly getting them off of our backs. in a way which we have struggled for a long time. In fact, I wanted to extend my hand to you in an agreement of service as well. If you would be so kind, I would like you to work for me."

Charlotte is a little confused at what's going on. you can't tell if she doesn't understand, or if she's considering everything the man said.

The way this guy talks is turning gears in your head as well, It doesn't add up.

>What are you going to give me?
>What does the job entail?
>How have the Silver crown been a nuisance to you?
>Write in

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>>1919031
I am considering it as a bonus or something for the future, it is a very rare chance
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>>1919031
So a .2% chance?
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>>1919117
>How have the Silver Crown been a nuisance to you?
>What does the job entail?
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>>1919117
>How have the Silver crown been a nuisance to you?
>Write in
Actually, nevermind, don't actually care. I just want to find that serial killer that sent some flesh constructs at my friends and your sister last night. Speaking of, she wanted to reward me, do you know where she is...oh, and your father too. I needed to speak to him first.
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>>1919135
Backing this.
>>1919120
Yeah. 1-(1*1*(99/100)^7)-(7*(1/100)-(99/100)^6), if I screwed up somewhere, that'd suck.
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>>1919153
Pretty much this.

I feel this guy is into a power play vs his family as well as these silver crown bozo's. Rather not get involved, it smells of disposable assets.
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>>1919160
>>1919159
Ah, yeah, crap, that's a pretty good point.

I still think it'd be nice to know though.
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>>1919159
1-(1*1*(99/100)^7)-(7*(1/100)*(99/100)^6)

Shit, typed it wrong.
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>>1919172
I mean,

He didnt even spare a group of guards to protect his old man and sister, even if he thought they were just being paranoid.

That sounds like someone whos a use and abuse type to me. Leastways until he proves otherwise.
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>>1919172
Then we ask the old man, he would probably know, if only a rough idea on it, plus he actually likes us. This new guy is an unknown, and a pompous asshole, one of which that probably doesn't like the Order like we do, and more of a, I am a serial villain playing nice guy, let me be nice to you for a favor.
>>1919206
This
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>>1919153
Changing my vote to this.
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>>1919234
>>1919153
Oh and really drive the point home how, "grateful" his sister is to us, and how much she wants to reward our heroic efforts. Then when she shows up and he asks her, she will probably shove our arm in her tits or something and agree.
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>>1919117
Supporting >>1919153
Man he might be the ojisan son but he has none of the old man's charisma.
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>>1919234
Yeah, asking the old man sounds good.

I really shouldn't be typing half asleep.
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>let him keep talking
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>>1919117
>>1919120
>>1919135
>>1919153
>>1919159
>>1919160
>>1919172
>>1919206
>>1919234

>How have the Silver Crown been a nuisance to you?
>Actually, nevermind, don't actually care. I just want to find that serial killer that sent some flesh constructs at my friends and your sister last night. Speaking of, she wanted to reward me, do you know where she is...oh, and your father too. I needed to speak to him first.

This must be the old man's son. He must be in the know.

"How have the Silver Crown been a nuisance to you?"

This is clearly not the greatest subject for him. You see his eyes narrow as the young man gets an angered look upon his face

"Long before the Silver Crown came to Prontia, my family had complete control of this city and our associates protected the common man. Life was of excellent quality. We had control of this city and kept the populous safe from the dangers outside. Even the Brotherhood was under our heel, despite being especially slippery. That was until Prontia was assailed by a terrible dragon. A black dragon. The city was almost destroyed by such a fearsome creature. The town guard, our men, and the adventurers of the guild hall. None were able to quench it's thirst for destruction. According to the legend, it was an ancestor of the House Blackwell that repelled it, but not without the assistance of my family and everyone else's cooperation, of course. So the stories go anyways, it was beyond my time, decades ago."

He regains his composure and speaks in a more controlled way, fixing himself.

"The Silver Crown are nothing but a bunch of self-righteous bigots. The Order has grown and proceeded to take the business of protecting the people from my family away from us, and often meddle in our affairs, after being deputized by the Prontian goverment to police the streets. The way they ran the demi-human population that was staying here underground was despicable, not that I can say I was a huge fan of them. They could be somewhat...unpleasant to see roaming around in the middle of the night. Nonetheless, positively dreadful. The don't deserve such an honor as being the city's protectors. They are bad for business."

Charlotte turns to you hastily, mouth open, as if she wants to say something, but then decides to keep listening. You're more concerned with the task at hand...getting to the bottom of this kidnapping case and bringing that sick freak to justice.

"Actually, nevermind, don't actually care. I just want to find that serial killer that sent some flesh constructs at my friends and your sister last night. Speaking of, she wanted to reward me, do you know where she is...oh, and your father too. I needed to speak to him first."

He has a strange look on his face, like he was upset about being disrespected like that, but catches himself and chooses to ignore it.

Cont. (1/2)
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>>1919448
So not quite a dick, but will still exploit people if he can make a profit. I can respect an honest money grubbing scumbag.
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>>1919448
So he's just a jew.
>>1919478
At least he showed some restrain more even so that the guard or the silver crown fellow did.
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>>1919511
I could only understand half of that sentence, do you not know English, or did you watch to much old school Star Wars and have a thing for Yoda? But yeah, he's a jew. Fucker.
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>>1919448
"I am...grateful for what you did for my family. However, I want no business with that... that thing my father brought in. It is absolutely diabolical in its construction, and if I were you, I wouldn't delve any deeper into whomever, or whatever created it. My father had left some time ago to have the creature checked out by one of our best associates. The best mortician in Prontia, to be exact."

How cowardly. His father must be disappointed. If you hadn't been late, you probably could have gone with him and most likely the sister too, Fuckin A.

Morrcock Junior takes out a fancy pocketwatch and checks it for the time.

"Mr. Iwo, I'm afraid, I'm running out of time, as I am a busy man. I would like to discuss the nature of the job I wish for you to accept from me, but perhaps at a later time. I simply need your admission first and to give you a little gift for your trouble with the Silver Crown. I heard they had charged you and are having you stand trial. Been there myself and by Prontus is it dreadful."

Should you really help this guy? You don't really like the cut of his gib, but he does seem to know a lot. And money is good for your pocket right now.

"Seeing as you're a painfully unaware foreigner, it would be charitable of me to take another question from you before we continue with discussing the job I have for you a little more. I simply need you to accept this job first"

You hate to admit it, but he's right about you not knowing shit. Goddamn, there is a lot going on right now in this crazy ass city. You don't even know where to start!

>Tell me more about the Brotherhood
>Tell me about the Demi-Human Population
>Do you know of the plague?
>What about the Magnum Aes?
>Captain Blackwell?
>Write In
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>>1919448
>>"Long before the Silver Crown came to Prontia, my family had complete control of this city and our associates protected the common man. Life was of excellent quality. We had control of this city and kept the populous safe from the dangers outside.
>>"Construction" business"

OH
Theyre Yakuza/Mafia. this all makes sense now.
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>>1919597
>Write in
"Never accept a deal without knowing the terms. C'mon, Lottie, let's get outta here. Maybe we can find Ojisan and apologize for missing him."
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>>1919597
>What about the Magnum Aes?
Might as well break the mobs fingers while we are hunting for the mad scientist/Jack the Ripper fucker.
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>>1919511
>Tell me more about the Brotherhood
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>>1919597
>Tell me more about the Brotherhood
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>>1919617
>>1919597
This too>>1919616
Oh, and tell him even if he doesn't tell us, the old man probably will, so he can either save us some time and patience for the idea and say it now, or we might just ignore his requests entirely in the future.
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>>1919597
>Tell me more about the Brotherhood
>Tell me about the Demi-Human Population
>>Other
Im sure Billy can get wise to the whole crime family vibe going on here, He lived in japan,even the whole fancy office building cover is the same.
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>>1919597
>>1919604
>>1919616
>>1919617
>>1919632
>>1919638
>>1919640
>>1919642
>Tell me more about the Brotherhood

"Ahh, I certainly will..."

Huh. It really seems like he liked that question.

"...I was hoping you'd ask that, you see. They are the first order of business. You see, the job concerns them. According to my sources, they have nearly gained control of the west side of town, apparently. There has been quite a bit of fighting between the Prontian Guard and that gang recently. They have been slowly claiming more turf as their own and it is concerning to our fair citizens on the east side of town. And everyone else for that matter. I've heard they have a new leader, who is unpredictably vicious in executing their plans, striking without warning constantly."

You've seen the damage they can do firsthand. You have to agree.

"That bring us to the job, as it involves them. Please. Mr. Iwo, I would greatly appreciate your assistance in getting rid of a mutual foe."

He extends his hand out to you. You can't help but feel this guy is a part of something much bigger around here.

>Deal
>No Deal, I don't have time.
>I'll think about it
>Write In
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>>1919724
>I'll think about it
Like you said, im a ignorant foreigner. Gonna have to educate myself first before I promise anything.
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>>1919724
>I'll think about it
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>>1919743
Support
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>>1919724
>I'll think about it

>Write In: You look like a smart man so i don't need to tell you this but. The murderer is colecting organs of their victims. And those things were all stiched together. Now i faced three of those things and think of it. These murderers look more like a harvest. Someone is collecting organs for something and if he build or created those things more might come out. The gangs are a problem i admit but you must agree what would you rather to get rid of first? I will help you this isn't me refusing your offer it's me saying i will do it but now this thing is killing women and i believe your father told you what three of those things did to his security. Now imagine if there more of those? This is something that it can get ugly very fast
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>>1919775
This but offered more coherently, and this>>1919743
No reason to really refuse yet, but there is more obviously evil and sadistic shit that needs to be addressed right the fuck now.
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>>1919724
>I'll think about it
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This man is straight Yakuza. I don't like it at all.

>>1919724
I'd planned on lookin' into those aholes myself anyway. So okay, but I'm doing it on my terms. I ain't under anyone's payroll, okay?
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>>1919838
>not liking yakuza
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>>1919880
He's the kind of Yakuza that happened while Kiryu was out of the scene. The kind he beats the shit out of.
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>>1919724
>Clever +1
>I'll think about it
>Like you said, I'm a ignorant foreigner. Gonna have to educate myself first before I promise anything.

You smile extending your hand to get him excited, and then tear your hand away quickly, fixing your beloved haircut for a quick second, smiling smugly.

"I'll think about it. After all, I am an ignorant foreigner, as you said. Gonna have to educate myself first before I promise anything."

Him calling you a Baka Gaijin pisses you off so you give him a real smart answer. He's clearly a little miffed about it, but he's the one offering. He needs you, not the other way around.

"Well. I see. I will be around in the evening is you would like to actually accept the money I am trying to throw your way. I swear I n-

You were going to wait till he finished to bring up the brutal murders and organ harvesting, but then the door behind you opens. It's Ojisan, and Monica, his daughter.

"Father."

"James"

You could feel the tension already.

"If your going to do this foolish investigation, then please do it in your office, father, and not mine."

"I will happily do so, James"

James proceeds to hastily huff his way out, two guards peeling off and following him. Before he leaves he has one more thing to say.

"Mr. Iwo, please come back later. I haven't forgotten to pay you as I said I would. The Morrcock family is well known for paying what is owed. It would be wrong of me to not keep my word."

And with that, he leaves. Lord Morrcock Senior seems to soften up. He begins to start conversation.

"Don't mind him, his work has gotten to him. He's...stressed out and concerned with keeping our business alive."

"Now that's an understatement."

The daughter adds her two cents in before you get to more pressing concerns.

"Now then son. I'm glad you could make it. I was hoping you could see the medical examination of the body. It was...quite interesting. Come to my office so we could discuss it further."

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The office you end up in is much smaller than the one you were in upstairs. Charlotte has forced herself and into your lap as you sit across from Lord Morrcock and his daughter, who stands next to him. You can feel her eyes all over you as you listen to Lord Morrcock's news about the dissection.

"The family doctor had just taken a look at the body, or what was left of it anyways. He was as ecstatic as he was frightened about his findings, to be frank. He said that the body was in almost every respect - dead. It had already suffered decapitation. The head was pretty much useless he said. just for show. The body had been essentially torn apart and then put back together again, seamlessly, and with all sorts of, enhancements..."

"What kind?"

You inquire about the monster. What exactly was that thing? I guess the fact that it was "dead" was a good explanation of why it wouldn't fucking die when you killed it.

Cont. (1/2)
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>>1919880
What >>1919932 said. I'd love for us to become a noble Yakuza, but this guy's just the 'fuck everyone get money' Yakuza, despite what he might claim.
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>>1919987
"He said there was all sorts of things done to the muscles to make them hypertrophy to an extreme level, as well as the rest of the body. The contraption around it's neck apparently was an very complex contraption that held the thing together. The craziest part of what he said was about their age. All signs pointed to the fact that the flesh was of a youth. Absolutely unthinkable. How could such a thing be possible? How could someone get a way with something like that?"

[Clever]
You think about everything he just said. It's not exactly helpful, but the fact that children were used is sickening. The most likely thing that happened makes you feel worse. It was probably orphans. There's no way there would be 3 children missing with out a quest being posted at the Guild Hall by concerned guardians, despite being more mundane. Your gut says that they were orphans. Kimo!

There is definitely something sinister at work here. Whoever did this had some kind of unholy knowledge of the human body and probably strong magic. An evil healer? A necromancer maybe?

Charlotte shivers in your lap at the news, probably because she's at least looks like a young child, and without you, there's nobody to take care of her like those boys if the villain that did this to them actually tried to prey on her.

"I'm not sure what to make of it son. It just makes so little sense. Other than this I have nothing else. It was on the monster that fell apart."

He puts a picture down. It's Henrietta. This one is noticeably less detailed than the others you found on the other children. Whomever did the sketch was pressed for time.

"They couldn't trace the magic that animated the thing?"

Mr. Morrcock shakes his head.

"My doctor said that the appearance of these monsters might as well be an act of god, for there is no mortal he could ever believe would have the knowledge to accomplish such a complex procedure."

Damn it! this is going to be difficult.

>Are there any other surgeons or medical examiners. maybe I should meet with yours?
>Is there a butchers shop in town? Who else could get away with organ harvesting like that?
>Is there some kind of place for artists? The drawings were very well done
>Is there an orphanage around maybe? maybe a place where street urchins gather?
>Write In
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>>1920182
>Is there some kind of place for artists?
I doubt we'd get any more information from a different surgeon, and the other two seem unlikely to be linked to the culprit themselves.
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>>1920182
>All of the above
Also by looking at the paper and ink can we tell if it's some high quality stuff? Could we ask the guys here if they can name a brand?
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>>1920182
Well, shit. Hmm...
>Is there some kind of place for artists? The drawings were very well done
>Is there an orphanage around maybe? maybe a place where street urchins gather?
orphans would probably be the best bet, followed by artists. Maybe even try to track down where the paper and ink/color itself came from. If it's some kind of special parchment or drawing implement or something it could help track them down, information we might get from an artist or shop owner. Maybe even tubby, given her class.

I feel going to an artist might take us straight to the culprit though.
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>>1920182

>Is there some kind of place for artists? The drawings were very well done
>Is there an orphanage around maybe? maybe a place where street urchins gather?
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>>1920211
I guess a artist would be able to tell us that.

>>1920182
>Is there some kind of place for artists? The drawings were very well done

First women and now children. Okay this fucker is going down.
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>>1920182
Wasn't the collar made of metal? Ask the blacksmith. Also... Given the trade restrictions on the blacksmith, maybe ask the weapons shop owner too.
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>>1920244
Those guys were pretty strong, so they had to have weapons that weren't cheaply made, at the very least.
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>>1920182
>>1920210
>>1920211
>>1920217
>>1920223
>>1920238
>>1920244
>>1920253
It's time to ask some questions.

>"Is there some kind of place for artists? The drawings were very well done

"There is a curio in town where artists submit their works for viewing. It's not far from the church of Prontus. I go there from time to time myself. It's a gathering place for the high class."

>"How about an orphanage around maybe? maybe a place where street urchins gather?"

"Oh, there are street urchins all over Prontia, you just need to look around. They usually pool around the center of the city, in the back alleys. As for an orphanage, there is one nearby to where my doctor lives here on the east side."

>Also by looking at the paper and ink can we tell if it's some high quality stuff? Is there someone who can identify it?

Charlotte perks up at the question and speaks before anyone else can get a word in.

"Oo Oo. I can do that!"

She takes the parchment that the sketch is on and stares at it hard every which way. Then she sniffs it a bunch of times. Finally, she tries to smudge it, first with just her finger, then with some saliva. It doesn't run.

"This brand is called "Sarrachel". You can find some in the Parcel store not far from the Guild Hall. It's high quality ink used for writing important documents."

...Not bad. Your chubby little friend might be on to something.

Hmmm....You aren't sure if there is any other relevant information to be had. You feel confident whoever is doing this does so from around the center of town, or around here on the east side.

"You have any ideas son? I hope I was able to give you enough information to work with. The body is still at my doctor's place at the moment if you want to look yourself. He'll probably get rid of it latter today."

It sounds like you have to do some more snooping around. Where should I go first?

>To Ojisan's doctor's area, I can check there or go to the orphanage.
>To the Art Curio. Maybe I can find someone.that looks culpable there
>The Parcel shop, I can ask the owner about the ink and maybe get a customer's identity
>I'm going to look for some street urchins, they might know something, they stick together usually
>Write in
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>>1920570
>>I'm going to look for some street urchins, they might know something, they stick together usually
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>>1920570
>To Ojisan's doctor's area, I can check there or go to the orphanage.
Get the forensic report first. That's something that CSI taught me
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>>1920570
Go go forensics, then orphans after
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>>1920570
Supporting:
>>1920604
>>1920599
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>>1920570

>To Ojisan's doctor's area, I can check there or go to the orphanage.

Then

>I'm going to look for some street urchins, they might know something, they stick together usually
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>>1920576
Supporting.
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>>1920182
And apparently we're dealing with this world's equivalent of Bluebeard now. If he wasn't on our shit list already, he certainly is now, considering what he made this abominations from. >>1920244
Backing this up.
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>>1920599
Fuckin' Yakuza sidequests man.

Get the report, talk to the witnesses, then check out those leads, eh?
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>>1920570
>>1920576
>>1920599
>>1920604
>>1920608
>>1920615
>>1920623
>>1920650
Shoving Charlotte's tuckus off of your lap and standing up, you figure out where your going next.

"Ojisan, I'm going to give your doctor a visit. There's more I want to know about the body."

There is a lake on the edge of town on the east side, just keep heading eastward. You'll find it."

You can check to see if the orphanage is there too. You'll have to come back to the downtown Prontia to find some urchins after. Kids can be honest. They might know something.

It's time to move. You say your goodbyes to Lord Morrcock and his daughter.

"I know your busy, but please stop by later if you can. I haven't thanked you properly yet for saving my daughter."

"Me niether! Come back soon Bieri! Maybe we can go out to dinner or something when you come back?."

Fat chance lady. Charlotte seems to pout at the idea of you going on a date. Is she upset because your getting popular?

You and Charlotte head out. Time to get to the bottom of this once and for all. This sicko is going down.

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It;s rather late, I'm going to call it a night. Thank you all for reading and participating. I'll be back at 12:00PM EST tomorrow.

Get ready for shit to get real
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>>1920700
Time for fat cop bad cop shennanigans!

See ya tomorrow QM
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>>1920700
See you then truck. Great thread.
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>>1919192
Probability to get two same roll on a d100 for the first 7 rolls ?

If first I want to calculate the probability for every roll to be different, that would be

1*99/100*98/100*...*93/100=0.75

Then the probability for making at least two roll with the same result in the first seven rolls should be

1-0.75=0.25

A quick simulation on openoffice gave me 0.32, I know this software pseudo random sequence is shit, but it doesn't look that out of this world. I guess we can reasonably assume that getting more than two rolls with the same results is not that rare if you consider the 7 first rolls.
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>>1921452
1*99/100*98/100*...*94/100 = 0.8 approx
So 20% chance to have at least two times the same roll
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>>1921505
Really? I was using this thing: nck*p^k*q^(n-k)

http://vassarstats.net/textbook/ch5apx.html

Probably fucked up using it though, since it's been a long time since I did probability shit. Just woke up and I was sleepy as all shit last night.
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>>1921558
It depends on what we search
In the universe "rolling 7 times", which is [1,100]^7, the event "having two 54" is not equal to the event "having at least two times the same roll"
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>>1921573
Hell, if you have a chart and know the math, great. I was only doing shit based off half remember crap I recall from a class I took a long time ago.
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>>1921573
Or perhaps bump it up to 3 or 4 in the same roll.
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>>1920700
>>1920709
>>1920785
Heading out with a purpose gives you the motivation to walk the very long stretch to the east-most boundary of Prontia. After much walking, you are able to find a very large body of water as the city grid begins to break. There is a building off to the south, just before the lake in the distance. It is plain and white.

Charlotte stays close to you, being a little worried they killer is still out there. She holds your hand as you walk the city streets. It gets you some funny stares from concerned citizens since you can't even pass for siblings with how different you look. Goddamn. Stop that touchy shit!

As you pass the overpopulated neighborhood blocks full of houses, there is a large, disheveled, brown building. Children in ratty, ill-fitting clothes currently play outside in the courtyard.

The white building in the distance is probably the doctor's office. You wonder if this little place filled with children could be the orphanage Lord Morrcock spoke of.

Where to first?
>The Orphanage is right here. I'll stop here first
>The physician might throw the body out. I can't waste any time getting there.
>Write In

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>Delinquent Traits Scores
>Clever: 27
>Manly: 33
>Code - Honesty: 20
>Fight'n Spirit: 25

>Trait Write In: -2

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Welcome back everyone. Here to hopefully close up the mystery of the missing women. I just need your help, anons.
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>>1921632
>The physician might throw the body out. I can't waste any time getting there.
better check the expiration date quest item first, the kids wont be wiped out in the time we're in there....and if they are it will probably be really fucking obvious.
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>>1921632
>>The physician might throw the body out. I can't waste any time getting there.
>>Write In
Try and enter the building unnoticed or obscured. Don't let people know you've been there.
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>>1921632
>The physician might throw the body out. I can't waste any time getting there.
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>>1921632
>>The physician might throw the body out. I can't waste any time getting there.

>>1921643
>Try and enter the building unnoticed or obscured
I don't think it's possible for our character
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>>1921632
>The physician might throw the body out.
Maybe if the bodies can't tell us anything, their weapons or clothes could.

Though I guess we could first ask the orphanage for who has been missing and potential birthmarks or anything that can link them to the bodies. Not that it could be useful in anyway.
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>>1921632
>>1921642
>>1921643
>>1921651
>>1921661
>>1921705

>The physician might throw the body out. I can't waste any time getting there.

You remember what Ojisan said about the the body being disposed of. It would be a good idea to get there before then.

"Let's keep going."

"IKU ZO!"

You make your way towards the white house by the lake. You need to get more information about the body and the guy that looked at it.

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After making it to the door of the white house, you find out nobody seems to be home after knocking several times. There certainly should be someone here normally, being a medical facility. Unfortunately, there doesn't seem to be a soul here.

>Sneak around and see if there's another way in
>Yell really loud
>Write In
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>>1921714
>Sneak around and see if there's another way in
>Yell really loud
We do the yelling while our pet...I mean Charlotte, goes and tries the sneaky breaky.
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>>1921714
>>Yell really loud
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>>1921714
>>Sneak around and see if there's another way in
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mfw 4chan in older than you are
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>>1921714
Don't sneak but see if there is a backdoor. Stay on guard, tell Charlotte to watch over it and if anything come out she better uses the dodging technique we've been teaching her. Then...
>Yell really loud
We are not some god damn thief ! (code, maybe ?)
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>>1921742
You're not a liar. That's not necessarily the same thing as not being a thief.
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>>1921714
>>1921720
>>1921722
>>1921731
>>1921737
>>1921742
>>1921756

Boss told me to go around the back to see if I can find a way in. I have to be extra sneaky in case there is someone there. I don't wanna get us in trouble. I should be okay. I'm pretty hard to spot...

Roll to Charlotte. Best of 7.
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Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>1921795
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>>1921714
>Yell really loud
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Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>1921795
>DEX: 6 (E)
What have I done...

>inb4 stomach gurgling
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>>1921801
Dats pretty gud
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Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>1921795
I always roll low
Prepare for nat 1
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Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>1921795
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Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>1921795
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Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>1921795
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Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>1921795
Inhale deep three times work those vocal cords then yell. If the Silver crown think we can scream, let's show then how loud we can be.
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>>1921842
>>1921838
>>1921801
We should spank Lotte's ass more times.
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>>1921847
True, but we shall make it a gift and a privilege instead of a punishment. Inb4 we make her our masochistic puppy that loves us so much she wears a collar with our name on it.
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>>1921842
Damn, she can be one stealthy roly poly when she needs to be.

Guess that rogue title ain't just for show.
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>>1921847
We should get a fighting spirit enchanted butt plug for her
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>>1921858
I kind of want a side chapter about this but I know nobody would support something that lewd.
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>>1921865
BULLSHIT, LETS GET SUPER LEWD WITH THIS! Or at least our tiny pudgy underling that is desperate for her masters attention.
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>>1921880
>Charlotte keeps trying to get bieris affection by lewding herself up
>bieri rejects her every time

Being Charlotte is suffering
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I just want our class to read as Banchou, I assume it would be under warrior type. Also our disciple should remain our disciple, if anything if we become closer with Charlotte she should call us Aniki.
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>>1921863
>>1921858
I would be okay with it. But her child like size is a complete turn down for me..
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>>1921795
>>1921801
>>1921803
>>1921812
>>1921815
>>1921823
>>1921827
>>1921834
>>1921838
>>1921842
>>1921847
>>1921858
>>1921859
>>1921863
>>1921865
>>1921880
>>1921889
>>1921893
>>1921935
DC 60: Rolled 96 - Super Sneaky!!!

The house is big, and I'm not, so I have to run really fast and quiet. Making my way to the back of the house, I'm able to find an open door. Before I get to run back to tell Boss Bato what I found, there's a splash. Someone is here!

I lost control of myself and jumped into the heath nearby. I'm not sure why, but I had the strangest feeling. It was like my butt was in danger!

"Did you hear something?"

There are two men out by the lake on the dock. They just moored they're boat and are walking out, back to this house. They look around cautiously before resuming walking. One of them has that gray armor, and the other one wears a bloody apron and glasses. His hair is red and curly.

"Not at all, must be the lakeside breeze. Don't get us all nervous like that. Morrcock will think us cowards if we get all jumpy. I want to stay on his good side. I'm just trying to keep in line so he doesn't try to throw me off the boat."

Oh my gosh! This could be big! I think...

"KOKO NI KITEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I cover my ears on the top of my head. The boss sure can be loud when he want to! not that I understand what he's saying half the time.

The two men who were approaching are distracted. The apron-man almost fell into the lake and the guard caught him! now's my chance!

I run as fast as my legs can take me back to the front of the house while those two are distracted. I'm going to tell him what I saw!

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Cont. 1/2


With all due respect anon, calm thy boners! I'm scared for the little potato-shaped girl.
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>>1921999
Trips and akane confirm, do not lewd the potato.
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>It was like my butt was in danger!
Made me chuckle.
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If only we had on drawfag on this
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>>1921999

The sound of your voice bounces off of the lake, having shouted pretty loud. Whomever is here needs to open up for god sakes. You're burning precious daylight out here.

You see Charlotte leg it in her awkward running gait to you. You had just sent her to see if there was another way in. Apparently it was successful? Your chunky little potato sucks in air like it was cake before telling you some stuff while breathing hard after stopping. Gotta make sure she doesn't miss a workout-session with you in the days to come. You crouch to hear her out.

"What's the matter Lottie? Did someone fall down a well or something? Spit it out."

"...Two men...Boat...Glasses...Apron...Guard...Red Hair..*Huff*..."

It takes a while to understand what the FUCK she's saying after a while, but you think you have an idea of what is going on. Boy this place sure is interesting.

Before you get a chance to do anything.You see two guys approach from the back of the house. One of them is a familiar looking Morrcock family guard. The other is a pasty looking ginger kid with nerdy-ass glasses, probably somewhere around your age. The ginger kid is the first to talk. His adrenaline is slightly up, though he is trying to be courteous and polite.

"Are you the guy who was shouting? Can I help you sir? Perhaps you need medical attention?"

>I'm here to examine the dead monster Lord Morrcock sent
>What were you guys doing behind the house
>Are you okay there pal?
>Write In

Cont. (2/2)
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>>1922079
>>I'm here to examine the dead monster Lord Morrcock sent
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>>1922079
>I'm here to examine the dead monster Lord Morrcock sent
Presentation first, then ask if everything is ok for not answering to your previous calls. They seem nervous but we don't know why yet, might by anything so let's keep it formal and not jump to conclusions.
>Are you okay there pal?
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>>1922079
>I'm here to examine the dead monster Lord Morrcock sent
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>>1922079
>>I'm here to examine the dead monster Lord Morrcock sent
>>Are you okay there pal?
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>>1922079
>I'm here to examine the dead monster Lord Morrcock sent
>And by Lord Morrcock i mean the old man not his son Jaymisu.
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>>1922079
>>1922092
>>1922101
>>1922106
>>1922126
>>1922135
>I'm here to examine the dead monster Lord Morrcock sent

"I'm here to examine the dead monster Lord Morrcock sent."

"OOHHH, that thing? Yeah sure. Come on in. Wew."

He seems to be getting over some nervous energy.

"You alright pal?"

"Y-yeah, you just...scared the crap out of me earlier."

Wierdo. At least now you can check out the body.

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Yup everything is till there. Now it's definately dead.

Scanning over the twice deceased body, it has been somewhat cleaned up, having been preserved for a detailed medical examination. There is threadwork all over it to keep it in place. It's more noticible than the stitching you saw when this thing started falling apart.

"Whoever did the original stitching on the kid's body did the most precise job I've ever seen. You can't even see the seams, well until the body starts to fall apart. I spent a good part of the day just tying this badboy up so it doesn't just simply collapse."

This young, bespectacled man introduced himself as Robert. He is the Morrcock family doctor, but putting 2 and 2 together has made the entire families shtick very obvious, after deciphering what Charlotte told you. With all of the events being put together with whatever your little helper saw, you are able to confirm your suspicion. The Morrcock family is a crime family, and going by the quests, they are the Magnum Aes. The "Big Brass" mobsters. This guy must be their cleaner, all things considered. Charlotte is on a roll today. Maybe she just needed some motivation? There is a strange tingle in your left hand.

He is definitely a little more than suspicious. He reminds you of that guy you saw in the bar when you extricated Henrietta an Shara and brought them to Lord Morrcock's manor.

>Lord Morrcock told me everything about the body, is there anything else you can tell me?
>I want that collar thingamajig. I want my friend to check it out.
>Where were you the night of the attack?
>Write In
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>>1922270
>>Lord Morrcock told me everything about the body, is there anything else you can tell me?
>>I want that collar thingamajig. I want my friend to check it out.
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>>1922270
He seems skittish, and a bit too nervous. Can we intimidate check and just say "now that were inside, I know. Now tell me. Everything." Without explicitly stating what it is in question? Or would that be too cheesy of a way to get info?
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>>1922270
>I want that collar thingamajig. I want my friend to check it out.
>Sorry to be so upfront but you are a doctor so you must know the medicine community. Anyone you know of that could be able to do...this?
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>>1922285
>Corpses of the girls disappear without a trace
>Suddenly big ass monster try to kidnap some girls leaving an area of devastation behind them

I'm starting to wonder how is this related to the initial quest and why did ojisan knew his daughter was next.

>>1922285
support
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>>1922270
>I want that collar thingamajig. I want my friend to check it out.
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>>1922303
>I'm starting to wonder how is this related to the initial quest and why did ojisan knew his daughter was next.

Threated by another mobster? Maybe some kind of hired merc in which the guy sells his creations as hired goons. I can easily see mobster hirring these things.

Maybe one of the other gangs hired someone to kill his daugther and the others were just searching for more...raw material?

The brotherhood started to make more bold moves and using scare tactics. They also just started to get bigger here in the west. And it was orphans who were used to build this things. The orphanet is at this side too so...
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>>1922331
>scare tactics that just got one level higher
Okay, that could make sense, but with the drawings the kidnapping were incredibly specific for just some random attacks (if we assume the same monsters were used before). Could make sense if the brotherhood put their prizes (beautiful women) to use after kidnapping.
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>>1922366
My guess is this guy is a indepedent contract. If you think carefully the girls had a very significant feauture between then. Henrietta was the clerk in the Guild hall. Shara was a popular dancer in the bar and Monica is the daugther of a mobster. If you want to spread despair and scare people, or make then loose confidence on the police. Killing popular and liked people would be a good way to do it.

Would fit into the brotherhood terror tactis.
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>>1922270
>>1922285
>>1922293
>>1922303
>>1922312
>I want that thingamajig. I want my friend to check it out

"I want that thingamajig"

You point to the massive collar on the beast. Having Charlotte check it out might help the investigation.

"I'm going to have to take the one lodge in the chest out. The body will have less of a chance falling apart than if I take the one off it's neck."

He gets to work. It takes a surprisingly long time to remove, being stuck in there good. After he gets it out, you have to help him carry it, seeing as it's pretty damn heavy. Turning to Charlotte, you ask her to appraise it to see if she could give you more clues. She takes a small little lens thing from her bag and examines the hunk of metal.

"It's some kind of alloy...Mosty just regular iron, but there's a small trace of orichalcum...Here that's usually used for some kinds of magical construct. I can't see much of the inside, but judging by the center where the neck and metal connect, there's a whole mechanism in here.,,"

"...And?"

This magic stuff makes your head hurt.

"Whomever made this has an advanced understanding of machines as well as surgery. Right?"

Robert finishes the little girl's thoughts. The more you study these creature, the more the guy who made them is praised. Apparently the monster you killed was the equivalent of a fleshy wind-up toy. What the fuck?! Robert continues.

"Wow, having looked at this, I don't know who could of pieced something together like quite like it. They had to be an amazing apothecary and engineer AND alchemist to accomplish this. Heads and shoulders above my level. I can't think of anyone who has skill like this in Prontia. And they consider me one of the best in the city. Hah!"

It makes you suspect him less, seeing the way he struggled to keep the body together and the way he operates compared to the creator being described.

"There is one thing. Boss. Somebody left a watermark on it!"

She points out what looks like a stylized cog-like thing on the collar. It is very tiny and out of the way, but it's there.

This device just raises more questions. The only thing you learned is that the culprit is an outsider and can use magic.

Now what?

>Ask something else? [Write In]
>Check the Orphanage
>Find some Urchins
>Write In
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>>1922516
>Is there any place that sells oricalcum in the quantities to make these collars, in relation to the start of the murders?
>Check the Orphanage
>Find some Urchins
Ask whoever is out front first, start with the loner kids, or the ones with friends that disappeared.
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>>1922516
>water mark

yup definetly independent contractor. This smell merc/assassin guild bullshit.

>Ask something else?
-Do you know about this watermark?
-If i wanted to hire some help that didn't involved the guild were would i find it?
-You said something about enchatments. What kind? What level? Can you tell me which kind of skill would be needed to cast such enchatments?
-You said you are one of the best. Who are the others? Also i doubt this kind of skill would be something a doctor would havr. The way the body was worked it could be a taxdermist or a mortician. Both of those require to keep a body presentable after ones death.
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>>1922540
I say go to the Urchins gangs. Gonna need to spend some gil to make then talk. Or we can just bully then.
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>>1922516
Just to be sure, show him the watermark, then go to the orphanage.

>>1922542
Don't forget about the ink used for the drawings.
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>>1922552
We can always ask to our little fatty about the ink. She is the appraiser.
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>>1922564
She already told us, I was more thinking about going to the shop where it is sold and ask the clerk if any strange person came for it.
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>>1922516
>>1922540
>>1922542
>>1922548
>>1922552
>>1922564
>>1922569
>Ask something else?

You have some questions for Robert after learning a bunch of things that make no sense.

>"Do you know about this watermark?"

"...I've honestly never seen it before. Not around Prontia, at least.

>If i wanted to hire some help that didn't involved the guild were would i find it?

It's either the Morrcocks or nothing. Unless you want to go ask the Unbreakable Brotherhood. You might have to pay and arm or a leg for them to do anything for you...literally."

"What about the about enchatment?. What kind? What level? Can you tell me which kind of skill would be needed to cast such enchatments? "

"Well, I'm no mage, but from what I could tell, this is a level of skill I've never seen before, physically and magically. Whomever did this is so high up on the chain of talent and understanding, we can't see them. If you know what I mean. I have no idea how it all works."

>"You said you are one of the best. Who are the others? Also i doubt this kind of skill would be something a doctor would have. The way the body was worked it could be a taxidermist or a mortician. Both of those require to keep a body presentable after ones death."

"I am, but this guy made me seem like a quack by comparison. There aren't many doctors like me anymore, everyone relies mostly on healing magic. Those kinds of skills are hard to come by, to be honest. It's kind of a shame really. Healing magic alone can't cover that stuff. You need real understanding of the human form, not to just beseech Prontus to give you a cure-all."

>"Is there any place that sells orichalcum in the quantities to make these collars, in relation to the start of the murders? "

Charlotte answers this one.

"There were only trace amounts of orichalcum in the alloy. You can't find it around here that easily. It's a very precious metal used for crafting stuff for adventurers. This guy had a fistful, I think.

That doesn't add up. While you've seen some freaky shit so far, it's been mild. For there to be someone who goes over everyone's head like this and nobody talks about the? Not likely.

Thanking Robert for his time. You head out of his place of work and head to the Orphanage to gather more information.

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Entering the orphanage ends up having all the children outside follow you in. You think that they might be hoping you'll adopt one of them. You feel bad, but taking care of Charlotte is already hard enough due to her lack of maturity.

You meet with a woman that seems to run the place not long after entering.

"How can I help you sir? Are you looking to adopt?"

You consider those that might have been involved with the case.

"I'm running an investigation on missing people for the guild, can you tell me...

>How often do you get business in here?
>Can you tell me if you saw someone in particular [Write In]
>Give me a list of people who adopted recently?
>[Write In]
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>>1922833
>How often do you get business in here?
Like, has there been any kind of uptick in adoptions recently, or has anyone adopted multiple children?
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>>1922833
>>Give me a list of people who adopted recently?
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>>1922833
>>1922865
>>1922871

"Missing people, oh thats terrible!"

>"How often do you get business in here?"

She looks down, it seems to be a hard thing to admit.

"We...don't get alot of business really. Times are hard."

Ouch. Well there are other things you could probably learn.

>How about a list of people who adopted recently?

You get a list of people from the last month, right on target. There are only 4 people on the list:

>Reina Dilganzis
>John Kerrigan
>Iohan Rembrandt
>Michael Malifisi

Interesting. This might help out quite a bit. Now you just have to match up a name to a person. You thank the daycare lady and get moving. Time is wasting.

Where to next?

>The Parcel Shop, I can use the names
>The Art Curio, there is still that link with the sketches
>Time to find some Urchins, they might now somrthing.
>Write In
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>>1922954
>Time to find some Urchins, they might now somrthing.
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>>1922954
>ask if you can talk to the kids

They might know something. After that, orphans.
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>>1922954
Talk to kids then urchins
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>>1922954
>>1922956
>>1923014
>Ask if you can talk to the kids

On your way out, you ask the caretaker if you can talk to the children in case they might know something. The children don't give you any really great evidence, but one thing stands out.

"Across the street, just standing there. There was this guy. He wore a hood and had really scary eyes, kinda like you Mister...but not really like you. He was like a boogeyman. Oooooooo!"

The kid breaks off to go chase around the other children. There apparently was some weirdo hanging around the orphanage, but he didn't adopt anyone, or even do anything supposedly. You didn't like being compared to this gross pervert, though.

You head out with Charlotte to go back to the center of town. Time to find some street urchins.

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You head to the back alleys of town. Your somewhere in between the Broken Axle and the Church of Prontus, but far in the smelly shitshow of the empty alleyways. There doesn't seem to be anybody around. You look around the tall walls that make up these shifty shortcuts.

>[Intimidate]
>Ask Charlotte if she still has the meat from that bear you headbutted to death and if it's still good. Maybe you could convince them with food.
>Anybody out there?
>Write In
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>>1923108
>Ask Charlotte if she still has the meat from that bear you headbutted to death and if it's still good. Maybe you could convince them with food.
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>>1923108
>Ask Charlotte about the meat
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>>1923108
>ask charlotte

Watch her stutter and mutter that it's all gone, cause she already ate it.
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>>1923108
>Ask Charlotte if she still has the meat from that bear you headbutted to death and if it's still good. Maybe you could convince them with food.
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>>1923108
>>1923115
>>1923139
>>1923151
>>1923166

>Clever +2

You ask Charlotte about the meat from that bear you killed and if it's any good.

"Of course! I didn't eat it yet. I was waiting for you feed i- I mean share it with me. I made sure to preserve it for at least a week. I didn't want you to get mad at me for eating your bear. I still have the pelt if you want that too."

That was a stupid question. Of course a complete glutton like her would season it enough to prevent it from going bad. Time to ask another stupid question.

"Can you cook it? Right here?"

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Your plan succeeds easily as the slightly dry bear is cooked. Charlotte is doing that thing with her mouth where she smacks her lips and drools as the delicious scent fills the air. Thankfully, she has a small portable stove like contraption as part of her survival gear to cook it.

It's not long before you feel the eyes of deprived children upon you. Making your presence known, you shout to them your terms of agreement.

"IF YOU LITTLE SHITS TELL ME ABOUT ANY OF YOU THAT WENT MISSING, I SHARE MY BEAR MEAT."

No response. Charlotte does not exactly seem on board with potentially losing her meal. She has a frowny face on as you attempt to barter the yummy meat away.

"GOING ONCE!!!!"

"ALRIGHT. ALRIGHT"

Good, now there are a bunch of homeless kids circling around you.

"What the hell do you want, Mister?"

Cracking your neck, you stand up to tower over them to let them know you're not fucking around.

>I want you to tell me if any of your boys are missing.
>Did you see any strange men recently?
>Do you know anything about the kidnappings?
>Write In
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>>1923224
>all of the above
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>>1923224
>I want you to tell me if any of your boys are missing.
>Did you see any strange men recently?
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>>1923277
this
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>>1923277
>>1923287
Always exhaust all conversation options before continuing the story
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>>1923224
>all the above

Ask them if they know what that symbol is too. It's probably a long shot, but it might be worth a try.
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>>1923224
>I want you to tell me if any of your boys are missing.
>Did you see any strange men recently?
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>>1923224

>I want you to tell me if any of your boys are missing.
>Did you see any strange men recently?
>Do you know anything about the kidnappings?

"I want you to tell me if any of your boys are missing"

You talk to the one who looks like the leader. He has the snappiest clothes and has the hardest look to him. An older boy.

"I don't know nothin' about nothin', now lets eat"

He's trying to be tough. Time to apply your vast experience. You walk over quickly and grab him by the collar, picking him up off the ground as his lackeys back away. They can tell your not having any of it from them.

"Let me try again. Buddy. How about this: Did you see any strange men recently? I'm hearing about all sorts today."

"Alright, Alright. Jus' lemme go. Okay? I'll talk."

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The group of boys share the bear meat to you. They notice Charlotte is choking back tears as she eats very slowly, for her anyways. They probably wouldn't if they knew the actual reason why she was sad.

"It was a few weeks ago, see. Me and my boys were minding our own business and playing with a ball we just found between the Curio and the Butcher's shop down the block. We accidentally threw it too far and almost lost it. Some guy, he looked like a noble or something, picks up our ball, and says he'll trade it back to us if two of us come with him. Some kind of real sicko. He wore glasses and had some straight black hair."

Sounds about right so far. The leader bites into his portion of the bear and continues after swallowing.

"So I was all like: Hell no! You creep! And then there were to other guys that appeared. It was the biggest guy I ever saw mister. He had a big metal thing on his neck and wore a potato sack for a head. He came from behind us and grabbed two of my boys. The rest of us we...we ran. I didn't want to lose anyone else...The big man was really terrifying."

Damn, what an awful twist.

"Oh, before I forget, there was one more guy. He was about as tall as you, and he had a big blue hood on. He just...stood there. The guy with the glasses kept looking at him like he was waiting for him to do something. But he was just...there . He didn't do anything. That's all I got Mister."

Someone mentioned that creepy stalker again. now that's interesting. Your going to have to look into this other guy. He seems to be related to the main guy your looking for. You ask him about the kidnappings.

"We've see the bodies of them, sometimes. They look like they've been cut open. It's gross. They always take out the heart, we thinks."

To think! your best source has been from a bunch of homeless children. Shit

I think I know where I need to go

>The Butcher's shop, of course, that's it
>He said the Curio, that's where I go next.
>I should head to the Parcel shop first
>Write in
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>>1923549
Parcel then butcher's shop
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>>1923567
Supporting
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>>1923549
>I should head to the Parcel shop first
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>>1923549
>I should head to the Parcel shop first
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>>1923549
>I should head to the Parcel shop first
And drop by the Guild with a description of the 2 loonies, have them send a message to the old man too.
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>>1923549
>>1923584
>>1923604
>>1923606
>I should head to the Parcel shop first
>Parcel then butcher's shop

I'm going to head to the Parcel store, and then the Butcher's shop. Hopefully with that I'll identify my culprit - and hopefully catch them as well. Bidding the boys goodbye, you ask Charlotte exactly where the Parcel shop is again.

"Follow me, boss."

She sounds a little sad and disappointed as she rubs her belly. She only got to have two pieces of meat this time. Cheer up fatty. As you walk through Prontia, you notice that it's starting to get late. It will be evening soon.

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The Parcel Shop is not far. It has all sorts of paper goods, writing implements and boring stuff like that. the bell rings as you enter and the man at the counter of the small store invite you in.

"What can I get you, sir?"

>Do you sell the "Sarrachel" brand Ink?
>I have this list of names, do you know any of them by chance?
>Write in
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>>1923763
>I have this list of names, do you know any of them by chance?
And have any of them bought this high quality ink, and have any of them worn blue robes recently.
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>>1923762
No, we should get more information and talk to the old man, and shara. She was way too composed to not know anything
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>>1923763
>I have this list of names, do you know any of them by chance?
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>>1923775
Oh yeah, we need to add finding her to the list, we can do that when the sun goes down though. We just need to find the most popular bar in town and see if she's there....then run around like madmen checking on the other girls to make sure their okay too.
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>>1923805
Maybe see how our mob family is viewed by the town, and figure out if we wanna help
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>>1923763
>I have this list of names, do you know any of them by chance?
>Clever - There was a mix up with some items they ordered and I need to sort them out with what they actually ordered.
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>>1923763
Pretty clever supporting >>1923873
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>>1923763
>>1923772
>>1923804
>>1923805
>>1923830
>>1923873
>>1923881
>Clever +2
>Code:Honest -2
>I have this list of names, do you know any of them by chance?
>Clever - There was a mix up with some items they ordered and I need to sort them out with what they actually ordered.

You show him the list and ask him if he would happen to know anybody on it.

"Hmmm...Well the only name I recognize here is Mr. Rembrandt. dark hair, glasses, nobleman. He frequents here to pick up his ink, the expensive stuff. Long time customer, he submits lot of work to the Curio. Hey? Do you know him by chance?"

[Clever]
"There was a mix up with some items they ordered and I need to sort them out with what they actually ordered."

You are quick to cover your ass...wait, did I just-

"Oh, I see, that makes sense. Tell him I said hello then once his orders are fixed. "

...so this Rembrandt guy is now suspect numero uno. Perhaps it's time to go to the Art Curio? He's gotta be there...

>Go to the Curio
>Head somewhere else first
>Write In

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>Delinquent Traits Scores
>Clever: 31 (+2) (+2)
>Manly: 33
>Code - Honesty: 18 (-2)
>Fight'n Spirit: 25

>Trait Write In: -2
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>>1923951
>Go to the Curio
Fuck I forgot about the code.
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>>1923951

>Go to the Curio

Fucking asshole guy now he made us a liar. Sheet...whatever more once we grab him and knock his teeths out.

>Go back to the Ojisan. Ask if he knows were this Rembrant guy lives. Would be easier to get him while he's at home.
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>>1923951
>>1924020
>>1924022
You aren't happy at all about this. It's time that you get your act together and track this guy down. It shouldn't be too hard to find Rembrandt.

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You head over to the Curio. There is a guard standing in front of the doorway. As you're about to pass through, the guard stops you.

"We have a certain standard of dress here, sir. I'm going to have to deny you entry."

God Damn, I really don't need this right now.

>[Intimidate] I AM well dressed.
>This is a type of formal uniform, where I'm from.
>Agree. I'll just find another way in
>Write In
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>>1924074
>[Intimidate] I AM well dressed
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>>1924074
>>1924085
>[Intimidate] I AM well dressed

Roll to intimidate. Best of 7.
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Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>1924131
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Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>1924131
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Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>1924131
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Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>1924131
Who does this punk think he is?
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>>1924145
Dam we made him shit in his pants.
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Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>1924131
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>>1924131
>That's a really fine suit you have there bud
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>>1924192
>>1924175
>>1924131
Dam fucked up the roll twice.
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Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>1924131
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>>1924074
>>1924085
>>1924134
>>1924138
>>1924142
>>1924145
DC 60: Rolled 99 - Damn You Scary

Who does this punk think he is? You are so sick and fucking tired of running around on this wild goose chase so you could end getting lip service from some asshole guarding a fucking art gallery of all places. That is it!

"Certain standard of dress?"

"Now sir, if you could please calm down..."

"Certain standard of dress! NANI SORE!!!?!!?!"

You are sick and tired of these fucking guards telling you what the fuck to do! You proceed to grab the man by the throat, lift him off of his feet and slam him into a nearby wall of the Curio. He is winded by the impact.

"ARE YOU TELLING ME I'M NOT WELL DRESSED?! ARE YOU CALLING ME A FUCKING SLOB?!

"N-n-no s-"

"SPEAK UP, I CAN'T HEAR YOU! ASSHOLE! ARE YOU TRYING TO FUCKING LOOKING DOWN ON ME!!?!?!!"

"P-PLeaSe, DOn't HuRT mE"

Oh look, the little bitch is crying now. You think Charlotte might be pulling on your leg, also probably crying, but you're to angry for it to even register. You are gonna kill that motherfucker when you find him, and that means your going in. After hashing the guard with harsh words, you smell a somewhat familiar smell. The guard just soiled himself. Your not about to ruin your ACCEPTABLE clothes right now.


You drop his sorry ass and let him crawl away, pissing and shitting and crying to himself in the miserable heap that he is. Good fucking riddance.

"SATTENDO KORE!!!!"

After getting the last word in, you try to recollect yourself. Calming down a little and fixing your PERFECTLY TO STANDARD uniform by pulling on the jacket as if you just took out a physical pile of trash, and not a figurative one, you exhale deeply. Then you get ready to walk inside.

Right before you open the door, it swings open by itself. There is a man with a cloak with a nice outfit beneath it, currently looking at his pocket watch as he leaves. He holds the door open for you so you could walk inside. Your eyes meet as you acknowledge each other, his eyes are blue, like yours. How courteous.

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When you walk inside, you notice several people inside.

There is a group nearest to you on the left, surrounding a man in a three piece suit. Maybe he's the curator.
Next there are a few gentlemen and ladies behind the first group, they seem to be having a jovial chat and yucking it up and drinking alcohol.
Oh look it's Virgin-kun. Somehow he's managed to come out with a lady friend.
Finally there's a woman with dark skin in a slinky red dress...Wait that's-

>Talk to the curator
>Sit down and try to eavesdrop
>Is that...Shara!?!
>Write In
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>>1924294
>Oh shit, Shara
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>>1924294
>Is that...Shara!?!
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>>1924294
>>Sit down and try to eavesdrop
Try and genuinely the art as well. We might be a banchou, but that doesn't mean we aren't a man of taste.
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>>1924326
*try and genuinely enjoy
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>>1924326
Seconding, brown waifu later, we can fuck her after we get the guy trying to kill her.
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>>1924294
Changing my vote and supporting Toruc.
>>1924326
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>>1924350
You make a good point. Changing my vote to this.
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>>1924357
Kek. Yeah, throw mine in for "appreciate the arts" as well then.
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>>1924294
> Sit down and eavesdrop

Might as well try to culture ourselves, lord knows ma and pa would've tried, if they had the money.
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>>1924294
>>1924314
>>1924319
>>1924326
>Sit down and try to eavesdrop
>Try and genuinely the art as well. We might be a banchou, but that doesn't mean we aren't a man of taste.

You move from the entrance of the curio into the main viewing floor. There are plenty of interesting pieces on the walls, from boats on the water and animals to scenes that seem to come from an adventurer's epic quest. As you continue, you check out the pretty brown lady in the dress to confirm it is indeed Shara. She is currently looking at a fairly abstract piece. She looks into it deeply as if she's contemplating something. She doesn't seem to notice as you slip by. You really need to focus on the task at hand.

You want to find a nice spot where you can eavesdrop on the two large groups of gentlemen and ladies. Unfortunately you don't see any black haired, bespectacled individuals yet. You and Charlotte end up plopping yourselves down on a conveniently placed, fancy looking bench in front of a very large scale painting.

The piece is a painting. Now that you look at it, it's a knight fighting a huge dragon. It kinda pisses you off to admit it, but the rendition of the House Blackwell dragon-fighting legacy is exquisite. Even in comparison to other pieces.

Roll to appreciate the painting.
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Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>1924412
I got this.
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Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>1924412
Still ain't as cool as us though
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>>1924427
>Roll to appreciate art.
>Become Leonardo Da Vinci.
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>>1924433
Dub dubs confirm we still go to school for a reason.
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>>1924427
By Prontius, we're so good at appreciating art we can probably sculpt a marble statue of ourselves.
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>>1924427
>>1924433
Before we became a Banchou, we were enamored with the arts
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>>1924427
>>1924454
>>1924412
Also, please tell me this gives us another trait
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>>1924427
Mother of god..Whelp, time to give you guys the benefit of the crit.
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>>1924427
We find failures in the paint and start to discuss how the artist failed to capture the moment of the figth. There is no real danger of combat in that art.
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>>1924465
>Main Class: Banchou
>Sub-Class: Fine Arts Specialist
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>>1924427
This quest is blessed.
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>>1924494
Destined for the annals of legend!
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>>1924459
Dad taught us baseball. But mom... mom taught us to really appreciate the finer things in life.
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>>1924412
>>1924426
>>1924427
>>1924433
>>1924454
>>1924455
>>1924459
>>1924464
>>1924468
>Rolled 100 - Through this painting I have become enlightened.

>Bonus: Cultured
>When appreciating art and compositions, you may use Clever points to try to understand the 1000+ words it tries to tell you. Doing so can help you understand the mysteries of this world through it's art and educate your ignorant ass.

At first, it is hard to look at the painting, it doesn't interest you to see the glorification of the clan of the guy you currently wish you could hate to death. You try to make small talk with Charlotte to pass the time, but she's already dozed off. You won't even try to wake her up.

With no other choice but to listen to the other people around, you set your sights on this epic piece. Against all odds, you come to appreciate this piece. The piece is somewhat monochromatic, focusing mostly on the silvers of the knights and the blacks of the dragon's scales.The way the subjects are painted show the Ordo-Knight heroes as larger than the others in the painting, such as the forces of the Morrcocks. The main figures of course are emphasized. With the huge black dragon attacking the House Blackwell's heroic ancestor. You notice that the hero of the painting doesn't have her helm on. She is very pretty, with dark features on pale skin. Her lustrous black hair cascades out to compliment the dragon's colori-Wait.

What is this?

You can't control you body as you get close to the wall painting, close enough that if you get closer the curators might ask you to step the fuck back.

No way. the hero in the painting, it's...Kurosaki Akane!?!

Your eyes don't lie to you. You recognize that face anywhere after seeing it once in the discipline committee. What the fuck? It can;t be true! That is her exact spitting image! What is that angry bitch doing in an expensive painting fighting a black dragon. An old house of noble's ancestor is the head of the Discipline Committee at your High School?...What is this shit? I don't even!?!

You trudge back down to sit next to the sleeping Tanukin to get your head straight. What does this mean?

(1/3)
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>No way. the hero in the painting, it's...Kurosaki Akane!?!


Wait..what?Oh god i'm so confused
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>>1924562
PLOT PROGRESSION TIME!!! I wonder if QM planned this. A little excited now.
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>>1924562
Alright, were outgoing her. We're going to RPG the fuck out of this to out-do her, which means we have to kill god, as per standard in jrpgs.
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>>1924595
Prontius himself tasks us with the slaying of his rival god/goddess once we become the literal strongest
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>>1924562
"It's quite the piece isn't it darling?"

"..!?.."

The quiet contemplation of the incredible revelation you just had is interrupted by the sugary sweet voice of Shara. She must have sat down while you were...appreciating the painting. She tries to tease and joke around with you a little, as per usual.

So tell me, Mr. Man? what brings you to an Art Gallery of all places? It doesn't seem like your style, being so manly and all."

You explain the situation to her, still being on the hunt for the elusive kidnapper. You explain the big guys were not the masterminds, or so you believe. You ask her why SHE's here in reciprocation, considering her more fun-loving nature not really fitting in a stuffy setting like this.

"I do whatever I feel like I want to do. Today I wanted to meet with an acquaintance of mine. Now fate allowed me to bump into you again as well. It's a funny thing, isn't it, this chaos that we live in?"

She emphasizes that by scooching closer to you, bumping your leg with her supple hips.

"How much do you know about the painting?"

You humor her with what you were told by Morrcock Junior earlier today.

She looks at the painting herself and begins extrapolating.

This was almost exactly 100 years ago, the first time the Demon Lord attacked Prontia. He sent one of his most powerful servants to destroy this city single-handedly, the Dragon known as the Midnight Sage. About 1/3rd of the city was utterly annihilated! The carnage was awesome and beyond brutal! Midnight Sage's rampage was only stopped when that mighty paladin challenged him in 1 on 1 combat. Neither of them were able to defeat each other, being perfectly even in strength. The dragon left, frustrated in being unable to defeat Carnell Blackwell. After that, the Order of the Silver Knights were made the protectors of Prontia."

That certainly clears up a good little bit of the story even more, seeing as it's from a less biased point of view.

"Times sure have changed huh?"

That's for sure. Before you can say anything, Shara sidles up to you, once again in biting range of your ear, grossly violating your personal space. She whispers into your ear, striking it with hot breath.

"If you're ever looking for little old me, I live on the west side of town, that is if I'm not partying at the Broken Axle. Catch you later, darling."

She's already sashaying out the door, flaunting her athletic, hippy figure. That girl is dangerously promiscuous. You really need to be careful around her!

Shit! you realized your talk has caused you to not eavesdrop. Fuck! You hope you didn't miss anything important.

Bummed out, you sit back down, trying to digest everything you learned. Demon Lord, Carnell Blackwell, Midnight Sage, Kurosaki Akane-san. This is quite the series of revelations.

You stare into the painting again. Lost in thought

Before you can attempt to wake Charlotte, a hand touches your shoulder and you are surrounded by wealthy people.

Cont. (2/3)
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Dammit chocolate waifu stop being a tease!
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>>1924687

A handsome, well dressed man with dark hair pulled straight back has stilled you with one of his hands, drink in another. You are now surrounded by his ilk, aristocratic people of all shapes and sizes and various expensive dress.

"I see you are a connoisseur of fine arts, my friend. Tell us, what is your opinion on this piece?"

You take your time to do the best you can in describing the way the knights are emphasized in the painting and everyone else who helped is getting shitted on by the artist. It's like a kind slap in the face to the Adventurers and The Morrcocks.

Your underlings at school would have laughed at you for trying to be so cultured, but these guys just eat it up. By the end of the encounter, you are on somewhat amicable terms with these wealthy folk. Not bad.

You end up exchanging pleasantries with them, including your name.

"And here I thought "The Batterer" was as uncouth as the rumors suggested. Can you believe they've been calling you names like "The Ogre"? The commoners are so easily frightened."

They laugh it up, and so do you, to not seem like the guy with autism or something. The man who first talked to you goes to shake your hand. He introduces himself to you.

"It's a pleasure to meet with you, Mr. Bieri. You can call me Rembrandt, Iohanes Rembrandt."

Aww shit!

Cont. (3/3)

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That's all for tonight, thanks for everyone's participation once again. I promise tomorrow will be pretty action packed. I'll be back at 3:00PM EST. Cheers anons.

>>1924590
Everything that has transpired has done so according to my design
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>>1924731
Well what would you know? Also the ogre? Bitch please we are at least a Oni. Although oni's are basicaly eastern ogre's
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>>1924714
Thanks, truck!

Also, pass him our fucking card. Our name needs to be known.
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>>1924714
First off, fuck yeah, we're being called an ogre! Sure, it's probably meant more as a derogatory title, but when you're called something that's pretty damn strong, they know you aren't to be messed with.

Also, why're we freaking out over Rembrandt-,

: one quick search later:

...oh. Well, shit.
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>>1924755
>one quick search later
pic related

Anyway, it's him. According to the street urchins >>1923549
>between the Curio and the Butcher's shop down the bloc
>Some guy, he looked like a noble or something, picks up our ball, and says he'll trade it back to us if two of us come with him. Some kind of real sicko. He wore glasses and had some straight black hair.

I say Investigation ends, it's time for confrontation
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DANGIT OP, I was still in last thread AGAIN! Well, at least I have this one to go through.
It's my fault for not checking the catalog, really. Still, a hint on when you finish with a thread and start another would be appreciated
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>>1925066
Seconding
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>>1924911
How about we don't start shit in an art gallery with no hard proof while awaiting trial
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>>1925066
>>1925118
Sorry boys, I'll make sure I do that for the next thread. My newfag is showing again.
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>>1925066
In your defense the catalog is frozen, atleast for me. Maybe I gotta go delete something or other but I dont know exactly how to fix it
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>>1925443
Chill, it's all good. I saved you some mediocre rolls.
Also we're actually making a lot of progress on the case! And nice reference on Rembrandt.
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>>1924714
Rembrandt?

The voice in your head repeats what Iohanes has just said to you. It takes all your willpower, despite not having pieced together completely every shred of evidence just yet, to try squeezes his hand until this guy buckles to his knees from the pain.

Shaking his right hand, you feel a sense of unease, also noticing he were's a pair of fancy white gloves to go with his fancy suit. It's strange. This guy's hair is black, but pulled back and he doesn't wear glasses. This is your man, isn't it? Perhaps following him would be a good idea to trail him after this is all said and done.

You put on a false smile as you interact with the noblemen. It's time to figure out what your next play is. Charlotte is still fast asleep. Damn that little girl.

>Confront him now
>Follow him
>Write In
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>>1925660
>>Confront him now
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>>1925660
>follow him
Make sure we got the right guy, figure out what the hood guys deal is, then GET him
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>>1925660
>Write In
>Are you an artists yourself ? There's some famous dude named Rembrandt from where I come. Maybe I could see your work and compare it to him (while I actually compare it to the drawing we have)

Then or if not
>follow him
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>>1925660
>Other: Wake our little chum bucket

This is the guilty mans dad isn't?
Besides the guy we destroyed is after more material if what the kids told us is true he's tottaly out of minions.
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>>1925660
Definitely not a good idea to confront now. Not here.
Also, we need to do a proper investigation, this is slapshod. Get all avenues of evidence dealt with, and then see if it all fits.
>>1925690
Seems like a good idea.
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>>1925660
>>1925667
>>1925688
>>1925690
>>1925713
>>1925746
>Clever +1
>Are you an artists yourself ? There's some famous dude named Rembrandt from where I come. Maybe I could see your work and compare it to him (while I actually compare it to the drawing we have)

There's a few things off about this guy. The name on the list is slightly different, and he does not wear glasses. You're unsure what to make of it right now. Has he been...trying to cover up or something? The questioning of culpability makes you want to stay your hand. Time to put your cleverness to work.

"Are you an artists yourself ?

"I'd like to believe I am my firend. I made some of the works in this Curio."

Interesting. Reaching into your pocket, you fish the little sketch of Henrietta to make sure it's there. You'll have to check it to compare.

"See, there's some famous dude named Rembrandt from where I come. Maybe I could see your work and compare it to him?"

"Certainly."

The flattery does not go unnoticed

It wasn't until you got past the sculptures and abstract pieces that your able to confirm in your guts this guy is related. Many of his portraits are of beautiful women, and although a different medium is used, the technique is consistent. This has to be your guy.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Bieri. I must take my leave. There are a few personal arrangements I have to make."

You know this guy is involved, this has to be the guy you're looking for, inconsistencies be damned. You don't know what he might have at his house to further incriminate him. On the other hand, you have him where you want him.

Now what will you do?
>Confront him here
>Follow him
>Write in
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>>1925786
>Write in
Send chubs off to inform peeps about our findings, then we should follow him.
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>>1925786
>Write in: Wake up charotte. Then follow him.

Don't forget guys there is still one person missing. The one with the blue potato sack.
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>>1925786
>>Follow him
>>Write in
Discuss the styles of art that we know of. The Rembrandt we know of was primarily a Baroque painter of landscapes. We (Billy) would be more familiar with the work of artists like Hokusai.

Also, send chubs to inform and clear up our name with Rembrandt via our card. Gotta let people know the truth.
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>>1925786
>Follow him
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>>1925786
>follow him
Have Charlotte run and get someone with authority who can corroborate that this is the guy. Hes a noble, and we dont want more legsl yrouble after we beat the shit out of him. A witness would work
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>>1925786
>Confront him here
>[Honest] Hey fuckface it seems we have a problem you and I
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>>1925828
I meant legal trouble. I hate touch typing.
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>>1925786
>>1925803
>>1925806
>>1925810
>>1925820
>>1925828
>>1925829

It would be best if you could get more incriminating evidence on this guy. You remember from the report that there are still women missing who have not been confirmed dead. Perhaps you can find that out too if you follow this guy? It's about time to blow this case wide open. First thing is first, you need to wake up your marshmallow-y sidekick first. It might be best if she can grab the authorities so you cover all the bases in screwing this guy's plans up. You excuse yourself to go grab your little friend. It takes some time, but you manage to wake Charlotte.

As waking her up, you notice Rembrandt also making his way out, slipping out quietly. Shit, waking up this little brat took way too long. You have to follow this guy now!

You manage to stalk Rembrandt, well enough. He doesn't seem to be aware you've been following him as you make you way far to the south-east of Prontia. Charlotte is pretty good at this, her small size helps her to lay low. You end up getting just outside the city boundaries, beyond the outer walls. You glance up at the sky, noting how dark it's gotten, the faster you work, the better. There is a small bunker sticking out of the surrounding grass. Rembrandt closes the large, heavy metal door behind him as you complete your stalking successfully. This must be his women-slaying dungeon.

"How awful. This really is the guy, huh Boss?"

The little girl is concerned by the ominous gate to the machinations of a madman. It's clear she doesn't like the way he prey on girls. You give her specific instructions.

"I need you to go get the Prontian Guard, or whoever can come to take this guy away after I bust him. Got it?"

"Yes, Boss! Let's celebrate after!...I'm hungryyy. Give him a good bonking for me!"

Fucking typical.

You smack her butt to help her get over her hunger, annoyed by her one-track mind. She runs much faster than her wide hips and awkward gait normally allow her to go. She's holding her bottom in pain, still sore from before.

This door is quite an obstacle, but it will be no match for your manly resolve. After all, there is only one way in now! You grip Shinbatsu tightly in your left hand.

Roll to break down the door.
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Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>1925921
FBI OPEN THE DOOR
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Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>1925921
ORA
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Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>1925921
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How mighty
The door won't even make a sound at this rate
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Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>1925921
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Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>1925921
God dammit Billy use your fucking legs to lift this bitch gate up.
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Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>1925921
If you're still taking em here's my digits
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Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>1925921
I call upon the power of banchou to break down this RPG door without the use of a key!
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>>1925969
... well, doesn't seem like I'm worthy to call upon such a power.
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>>1925936
The power of silent bashing: no words required, just a big stick.
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Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>1925921
Bless me, oh great Punch Ghost!
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Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>1925921
Ahem
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Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>1925921
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>>1925933
>>1925934
>>1925936
>>1925938
>>1925941
>>1925948
>>1925965
>>1925969
>>1925978
>>1925993
>>1926034
>>1926041
>>1926050
>Rolled 76: Made it a wreck in pretty good time

Letting out a grunt underneath your breath, you heft up New York no Shinbatsu and proceed to slam the shit out of the door. With a thunderous iron thud resounding through the air, you realize this door isn't going to go down unless you put some elbow grease into this one. Spitting into your hands and rubbing them together, you get prepare yourself to let loose on this stupid fucking door. You are unusually focused, and don't utter a word as you pound the thing into uselessness.

It doesn't take too long, only about 20 minutes before the big door is a bunch of scrap metal. You honestly thought it would be far worse. You made good time, for what it was worth. You go down feeling refreshed, having warmed up. You wonder when the cavalry is going to show up exactly. Whatever the case, this guy can't leave his bunker without someone here to drag him to the authorities. You are going to be that someone.

There is a loud clicking as the locking mechanism fails, and your able to move the door out of the way. Maybe I should move it back in front of the pathway?

You don't expect to let this sicko get away, but some extra insurance seems like a good idea. Or you can let Charlotte and company have an easy way in...


>Block the path, No escape for kidnapping murderers from Billy
>Leave it open, They should come down to see me if they get here in time.
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>>1926064
>Block the path, No escape for kidnapping murderers from Billy

Something something, stuck here with me
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>>1926064
>Block the path, No escape for kidnapping murderers from Billy
We can't let him get away, I hope we're right about this guy
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>>1926064
>Block the path, No escape for kidnapping murderers from Billy
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>>1926064
>>1926074
>>1926079
>>1926108
Putting your back into hefting the door, you manage to shift it back into position, despite having warped it into pulverized shape. The next time this door opens, it will be you that does it, with the perpetrator in hand.

You dust your hands off, time to get grab the villain.

____________________________________


Making your way downstairs to the vault-like safe-house, there is a long hallway. There is a door further in front of you, a door to your left, and a door to your right. The place stinks of blood. You notice there is some art pieces. Figure drawings, to be exact. Wall mounted candle light makes it visible but dim. granting a fleshy tone to the whole place.

What a creepy atmosphere. Perhaps I should start looking around.

>Straight ahead
>Left door
>Right door
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>>1926079
It feels so obvious it might be a red herring. Like that one scene from minority report. There was too much evidence, who the hell leaves evidence just lying around like that?
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>>1926131
Right
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>>1926131
[spoilers]Something just came up anons. I'll be back in an hour. Sorry for leaving you in suspense.[/spoiler]
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>>1926131
>check the floor for boot prints, and see if there's any wind in these tunnels, if there's a draft there might be a connection to outside through one of these tunnels.
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>>1926131

Changing to this: >>1926154

A easy way would be to go to a pleace were the smell of blood isn't thay strong. The guy didn't had anysmell on him so he's either aware of it or he despises to stink with blood.

My guess the nobleman is in the place were it has the least smell of blood and the man with a blue potato sack in the place were the scent of blood is stronger.
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>>1926145
The problem I have is that is seems this guy is smart. Poly-math, goes out of his way to not do things himself, ect. And suddenly we find him and follow him to his hideout, just like that? It's either a red herring or a trap, in my opinion.
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>>1926186
He's also arrogant and the mafia was the one doing the cleaning of the accident in the lords house. So the chances of him not knowing what happend to his minions is high.
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>>1926131
>>1926141
>>1926154
>check the floor for boot prints, and see if there's any wind in these tunnels, if there's a draft there might be a connection to outside through one of these tunnels.

You check the floor for any signs of an escape route. This guy let you in so easily! There has to be a reason for why everything turned out the way it did. It was so...deliberate. You look around the floor for any signs of movement, and there are a few bootprints that go into the left and the right rooms. Looking into the left room, it is fairly empty, save for the altar-like operating table in the center, and the desk towards the back of the room. The operating table is only a little bloody, but otherwise everything is neatly put away. There are all forms of art stuff in the back, and surgical tools everywhere else. This place is creepy enough, you didn't need to see this.

You take a look into the other room, it is also fairly empty, save for the assortment of sketches hanging up over the wall, over a map of the city. If you listen closely, there is a pathetic mewling that can be heard from behind a large iron door in the back of the room. Is that...?

You weren't able to identify any escape routes, this prison cell certainly isn't one. What should I do?

>Try to release the potential prisoners.
>I'm not sure what this bastard has in store for me until I confront him. I should do that first. Time to head through the last door.
>Write In
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>>1926253
>pathetic mewling

i want to save it but it would be better to check what the fucker has in store for us.

>I'm not sure what this bastard has in store for me until I confront him. I should do that first. Time to head through the last door.
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>>1926258
Nah, he's expecting us to come that way, break the wall down!
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>>1926253
I suppose... check the desk, check the map, see if there's anything under the operating table?
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>>1926253
>I'm not sure what this bastard has in store for me until I confront him. I should do that first. Time to head through the last door.
And this>>1926262
Rip a hole right up in this sick motherfuckers murder hole. Then stuff a bat up it and call him a puppet.
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>>1926273
>Then stuff a bat up it and call him a puppet.
Sounds fun as fuck
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>>1926253
>>1926258
>>1926262
>>1926270
>>1926273
>>1926279
>Rip a hole right up in this sick motherfuckers murder hole. Then stuff a bat up it and call him a puppet.

This guy clearly has something in store for you, and you aren't having any of it. YOU will be the one who has the element of surprise. You knock on the iron walls with your knuckles, and find some purchase. You can get into the next room from here, you think. Then you can shove your bat up his ass and call him a puppet. You tap Shinbatsu on your toe and get ready to break down this wall.

Roll to Kool-Aid Man through the wall.
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Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>1926298
IKU ZE
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Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>1926298
OH YEAH.
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Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>1926298
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Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>1926298
SHOW ME YOUR MOVES!
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Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>1926298
LET'S GO
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Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>1926298
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Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>1926298
IN THE NAME OF MY PEOPLE, FUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
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Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>1926298
OOOHHH YEAH
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Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>1926298
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Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>1926298
Watch him be like, you ruined my perfectly good wall.
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>>1926317
Broke your door too.
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>>1926302
Lube up motherfucker
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>>1926324
We loosened the door, it is still functional...until we ram it down with the "artist" mounted on the head of our bat.
>>1926329
No lube here, only the blood of his wrecked anus.
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Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>1926298
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>>1926341
I won't roll again.
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>>1926343
Probably for the best.
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Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>1926298
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>>1926298
>>1926302
>>1926303
>>1926306
>>1926307
>>1926310
>>1926311
>>1926313
>>1926314
>>1926316
>>1926317
Rolled 87: IKU ZE!!!!!

You shout as you tear through this wall. Despit clearly made of tough shit, you cave it in like it was nothing. You pound your way through the wall and through a lighter within. The akwardness of smashing through like this makes going straight through difficult, causing you to make a bit of a detour as you clobber your way through.

Finally, you smash through the wall into the next room. Sending chunks of metal flying as you bowl a whole bunch of shit over. What a fucking dynamic entrance.

ORRRRYYYAAAAAH!!!!!!!

You survey the damage you just did to, well everything. There is a person on the ground to your left now. It's Rembrandt. If there was a doubt you had about any of the inconsistencies you might have had, they are gone. You see him wearing his hair down, glasses and apron on to affirm on this. This is definitely who your looking for.

"OH N -"

"OOOH YEEAH!!!"

You cut him off as you do your best impression of an old mascot loved by children everywhere. He is prone, right where you want him. Time to follow up the surprise with

"Rembrandt. You scummy piece of shit. I have all the evidence I need now to lock you up for a long time. But before that, I hope your anus is ready, I'm going to shove my bat up your ass and carry you to the authorities like a fucking arts and crafts Popsicle-puppet!!

Rembrandt puts his right arm up, has the sleeve rolled up exposing his arm. It is a brass colored mess of cogs and piston-like protrusions, all put together with great detail. What the fuck?! Is that some kind of old-timey prosthetic?

"Th-this is impossible, I followed his instruction to the letter. I was promised to meet my destiny. I will surmount this! You will not deter me from my future, especially not when I still have this!

He scrabbles up to his feet as you approach, Shinbatsu at the ready. He punches something on the wall and the lights in the room go red. It is then you notice a large chamber in the back of the room. Steam fills the large room as a hulking silhouette enters the room. Is that a 12-foot tall iron robot? It is making it's way towards you as you stare it down.

Rembrandt backs himself into the corner, wanting nothing to do with you. You take a quick second to look around the room to scope it out before you size this big thing up. The only way out of here aside from the how you may is up a flight of stairs and across an alcove of rafters. You look at Rembrandt, realizing you might have fucked up, giving him another escape route. Whatever, this machine and him are going to get knocked the fuck out before they can go anywhere.

Time to fight the Iron Golem! What's my first move?

>[Fightn Spirit] Attack the Golem head on!
>Grab Rembrandt and throw him as far away from the stairs and the hole you made ASAP
>Wait for someone else to make the first move
>Write in
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>>1926425
>Grab Rembrandt and throw him as far away from the stairs and the hole you made ASAP
Hopefully we can incapacitate him if we roll high enough
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>>1926432
supporting.
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>>1926425
Hmm Idea!!!

>other: Grab one of the debris on the ground and bat it like a ball toward rembrant he will either try to use the golem to defend him and once he does it we rush and knock him out.
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>>1926425
>Grab Rembrandt and choke slam him into the robot, then proceed to beat the machine with its creator.
>Before Rembrandt dies and he starts passing out from the bludgeoning, toss him away from the spare entrances.
>Beat robot down into scrap metal
>Shove metal bits up his ass, proceed to wrap up bat so we don't get shit on it
>Make good on promise of turning the sick fuck into art
>Knock down every door with Rembat, after putting the metal skull of his creation on his head as an impromptu helmet so he doesn't die accidentally.
>Rescue any survivors, walk out the door we made when the authorities arrive while making very angry Delinquent king noises.
>Scream about doing something much worse to the second chucklefuck that gave the nutjob the idea.
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>>1926425
Supporting >>1926440
Rembrandt is clearly the Golem's boss and thus their protection is top priority. Even if it doesn't block it then it might be a knock-out.
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>>1926425
>Grab Rembrandt and use him to beat the robot
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[Cultured] Call his art plebian garbage
+30 clever
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>>1926442
Seconding because we will probably find the dead bodies not turned into murder drones, as...inspirational art projects.
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>>1926442
No, we can't kill him. There's a literally mountain of evidence against him, all tossed into our laps, but apparently he answers to someone higher, and really, the sheer amount of evidence is suspicious. Almost like someone wanted us to find him or something. We can kill him after we get our answers.
>>1926440
This will probably work better.
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>>1926442
Nope.
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I wonder what the survivors are thinking of all this fucking noise happening. Also glad we locked the door that wqy we won't get another fine for disturbing the peace.
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>>1926467
>>1926473
We aren't killing him though. No where in the idea did I say we kill him, horrifically maim and injure him, yes, but not kill him.
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>>1926467
>Almost like someone wanted us to find him or something

That is because someone wanted it. Rembrant is just the minion The guy with the blue potato sack was/is the real culprint.

Hopefully we can keep him alive long enough to make him point us who or were his boss is.
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>>1926484
No, it sounds like edgy bullshit that I would rather avoid anon.
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>>1926484
Humans a frail. Nobles even more so. Heck with just a tackle we sended a armored guy to the hospital for a entire week.
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>>1926492
It will also just look like we are the murderer and he's a victim. We don't know if there is another witness in here.
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>>1926492
>Edgy bullshit
>Compared to the guy turning orphans into undead Spartans
Really?
>>1926498
That's fair I guess, I still want to turn him into our bat cover for a bit though. Oh, and hit the robot with him until he's unconscious.
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>>1926425
Changing to
>>1926440
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>>1926507
>It's not needlessly over the top edge because he did something bad too.
Yeah, okay.
Still voting no
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>>1926425
>>1926432
>>1926438
>>1926440
>>1926442
>>1926446
>>1926450
>>1926455
>>1926457
>>1926467
>>1926473
>>1926477
>>1926484
>>1926488
>>1926492
>>1926498
>>1926505
>>1926507
>>1926510
>>1926512
>other: Grab one of the debris on the ground and bat it like a ball toward rembrant he will either try to use the golem to defend him and once he does it we rush and knock him out.

Writing.
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>>1926514
>no roll requested

This is either really good or really bad.
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>>1926514
>other: Grab one of the debris on the ground and bat it like a ball toward rembrant he will either try to use the olem to defend him and once he does it we rush and knock him out.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pug7eKPcRb4

This thing was clearly meant to protect Rembrandt from you, right? Let's see what it does when you attack it's master.

You kick up a chunk of the debris with your foot, and then proceed to bat it at the cornered artist. It impacts him in the side as he tries to cover himself up. This guy looks pathetic! Like some kind of wuss you would beat up for a free lunch. You question whether there is more to this whole situation than is currently presented to you.

The Golem breaks into a run at you. It is surprisingly sophisticated from what you'd expect from a fantasy world, you don't think the engineers at home would be able to construct something like this with the level of function it has. To be fair, they don't have magic. There was a lot of detail put into making sure it was as close to the human proportions as possible.

Oh shit, it's in reach now. It winds back it's fist as you try to react to it's direct attack.

>Get out of the way
>Try to strike it as it bounds forward
>Write in
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>>1926578
>>Try to strike it as it bounds forward
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>>1926578
I would say try and redirect him toward his creator, but if it's as sophisticated as it looks, probably won't work. And if it does, might just kill him.

Dodge and strike off it's arm, then.

Also, is that a one and done button, or would hitting it again shut it Off?
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>>1926578
Duck kneel and swing at its knee.
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>>1926578
Go for the articulations. Let's see this thing swing without its joints.
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>>1926578
>Try to strike it as it bounds forward

Have a second of regret for having to smash this excellent piece of work
Perfect replica of the human body even the use of thingers do you know how many joints a human hand has? Now imagine to program a response for each joint dam real pitty.
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>>1926578
>>1926583
>>1926592
>>1926599
>>1926605
>>1926614
>Try to strike it as it bounds forward

You almost feel bad you're about to smash such an articulate piece of work, especially after learning to appreciate quality art not long ago.

You lunge at the machine as it throws it's knuckles towards your face. You shoot low in an attempt to kneecap it, just like it's fleshy friend the other night.

Roll to to sweep. Best of 5.
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Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>1926641
Hopefully I'll actually roll something good this time.
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Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>1926641
Here goes nothing
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>>1926647
Well fuck me and my rolls I guess.
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Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>1926641
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Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>1926641
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Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>1926641
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Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>1926656
>>1926658
SAVE!!!


>>1926641
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>>1926669
motherfucker
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>>1926669
dammit should have rolled faster.
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>>1926669
>>1926671
84 is still a very good roll, we should be fine.
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>>1926641
>>1926647
>>1926651
>>1926652
>>1926656
>>1926657
>>1926658
DC 60: Rolled 84 - A well aimed shot.

You cap the robot in the knee as it charges into you, avoiding the recklessly thrown straight punch. Shinbatsu smack hit hard right on the kneecap with an adequate blow, causing the automaton to stumble slightly before it punches a gaping hole into the wall above your tunnel. It ends up knocking some of the wall down to block the entrance to the room you made. You square up to the robot again as it pulls it's hand out of the wall to face you again. You are now facing where you dug through to get to this room.

It's time for you to take the initiative.

>[Fightn Spirit] attack head on
>Try to target one of it's joints again
>Knock Rembrandt down to keep him here with you
>Write in
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>>1926701
>Knock Rembrandt down

Can't let him escape! Can we drag him over to his own operating table and lock him up that way?
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>>1926701
>Knock Rembrandt down to keep him here with you
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>>1926701
>Use Shibatsu chain to bound and pull Rembrant toward us while at the same time being ready to dodge a attack from the murder bot.

My my what a dangerous little toy
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>>1926719
We can but we will need to deal with murder bot on our way to do it.
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>>1926725
support
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>>1926701
>>1926719
>>1926720
>>1926725
>>1926728
>>1926742
>Use Shibatsu chain to bound and pull Rembrant toward us while at the same time being ready to dodge a attack from the murder bot.

Rembrandt notices you seem to be preoccupied and tries to slowly make his way out of your sight. Not happening pal! You throw the chain at the end of Shinbatsu just as he tries to make a break for it to bind him by his right leg. He falls to the ground.

"Gotcha bitch!"

Your large friend tries to capitalize on the opportunity you handed to him. You were expecting something like this to happen.

Roll to avoid. Best of 5
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Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>1926784
Please be decent this time
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Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>1926784
GET OVER HERE!!
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>>1926789
>roll to get over here
>become Fucking scorpion
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>>1926789
This quest is blessed I tell you, BLESSED
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Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>1926784
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>>1926796
>>1926803
Nobody escape the bato.
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>>1926789
The best
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Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>1926784
4th roll.
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>>1926789
Literally Scorpion
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>>1926834
Now we really need a nail/railroad spike or some other sharp object at the end of that thing.
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>>1926828
5
>>1926834
Think we could beat subzero?
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Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>1926858
Fuck
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>>1926784
>>1926786
>>1926789
>>1926796
>>1926803
>>1926812
>>1926819
>>1926824
>>1926828
>>1926834
>>1926854
>>1926858
>>1926863
>DC 60: Rolled 100 - GET OVER HERE!!!!

You still don't really understand how you got to this point after dropping into this fantasy world, ending up investigating this serial murdering kidnapper and fighting a three and a half meter robot, but it's alright. Now you get to satisfy your own disgruntled blood-lust by smashing this huge fucking bastard to death and taking this sick bastard prisoner to be judged by the people. Some people think that they can get away from Billy the Bat when he's pissed off and ready to throw down. Time to show those fuckheads they are wrong.

"GET OVER HERE!!!!!"

"AARRGH!!!"

You shout to give yourself power as you pull the murderer towards you. Just as this was happening, the robot started charging towards you, about to intersect the chain line between you and Rembrandt. As Rembrandt lets out a holler from being yanked through the air like that, he is immediately silenced as he crosses the automaton's warpath path. Batting the artist out of the way like a fly, Rembrandt is sent careening in a spiral as he slams into the wall behind you with a loud thump. The chain was unhooked from Rembrandt leg as a result of his body spinning out savagely. You can tell he's going to be down for the rest of the fight. The iron giant tries to sweep at you with it's long arm as it runs towards you, moving with too much momentum to slow down. His arm swings through the air again only to miss as you duck and hits nothing as it continues to lunge forward. It's time to put the big action-figure down. You see your chance.

Spinning the chain over your head only once in the blink of an eye, you manage to lasso the massive golem around the torso like a bull at a rodeo.

"COME HERE!!!!"

You stomp your foot into the ground, shaking the whole room as you anchor yourself to the ground to put your back into the next bold maneuver. You aren't sure how much this fucker weighs, but at the time it felt like it was but a child. It sails through the air as you pull the chain over your shoulder and then your head as if it were a sledgehammer, taking the machine with your swing. With a terrible, rumbling crash. The golem is slammed into the ground so hard that the thing bounces from the impact as everything tremors around you. This is what happens to fuckers who try to run away!

You have this thing on the ground now, Shinbatsu in hand.

>Smash its arm
>Smash it's leg
>Clobber it's body
>Pound it's head
>Write in
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>>1926948
>>Write in
Separate it from its limbs and head.
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>>1926948
Does it have a big glowing weak point? Hit the big glowing weakpoint.

If not, then >>1926961
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>>1926948
>Smash it's leg

Take away it's mobility, it'll give us time to figure out what it's weak spot is.
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>>1926948
>Smash it's leg.
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>>1926948
>Smash it's leg
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>>1926948
>Write in
SMASH EVERYTHING.
COMPLETE. TOTAL. DEVASTATION,
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>>1926948
>>1926964
>>1926966
>>1926968
>>1926990
>>1927001
>>1927016
>Smash it's leg

You look over the big guy's body for any immediate weaknesses. Finding none, you decide to smash it's leg. Then it can't run away while you beat the piece of junk to death. You jump on top of it's body and raise Shinbatsu overhead while standing over it's upper thigh area.

Roll to inflict damage to it's leg. Best of three.
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Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>1927026
Time to break a leg. Fortunantly we aren't doing this in a theater.
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Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>1927026
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Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>1927026
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Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>1927026
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Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>1927026
Hahaha my rolls always suck! Get ready for my terrible series of Nat 1s to curse this thread!
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Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>1927047
Great... I used the power of calling the Nat1 but was too slow for my roll to count, this is literally the highest I have ever rolled in a quest in my life. Rolling again to test
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>>1927047
It must suck that this is best of three, eh?
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>>1927047
I think we are safe anon.
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>>1927054
No because we got a 83.
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>>1927054
I am broken on the inside.....
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>>1927026
>>1927035
>>1927036
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>>1927044
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>>1927053
DC 70: Rolled 83 - I smashed it good

"DORARARARA!!!!!!"

You positively wail on this guys leg. You specifically target the kneecap on it. You know what they say, If it ain't broke don't fix it! You lose yourself in a violent frenzy as you slam over and over again, chunks of metal anf the binds that held them together go flying as it is destroyed by Shinbatsu's mighty blows. There is a strange arterial spray of ichor and...blood? The gushing liquids hit you in the face before you are able to completely remove it from it's body. You are immediately beset by the air moving as something moves towards you at high speed. You are smacked away and off the creature, but not before totally mitigating the attack. The two of you recover from your minor states of being unable to fight. You are fine, the other guy is wobbling on one foot, limping towards you as it bleeds. You must be trashing the tin man pretty good for it to bleed human blood.

You've hurt it pretty badly, maybe another few hits can fully turn the tide of this battle into your favor. You feel pretty good, having not taken any real damage whatsoever.

>[Fightn Spirit] IKU ZO!!!!!!
>There are rafters here still. I can get the high-ground
>Beat on it's other leg
>Write in
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>>1927117
>write in
Swing Shinbatsu's chain on one of the rafters, use it as a swing for us to divekick it's head off.
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>>1927117
>Beat on it's other leg
We abuse everyones fucking knees.

Trait when?
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>>1927126
But what about after? After the chain we'll be either weaponless or hanging in the air.
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>>1927117
>>[Fightn Spirit] IKU ZO!!!!!!
>>Beat on it's other leg
Guys, I am really scared that there was a person in there.
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>>1927132
Obviously you would give it a good yank to collapse the roof. Nah my suggestion was shite.
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>>1927138
I like the idea as a finisher, but maybe save it for when he's weaker
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>>1927133
Toruc selly child what do you think it was doing with the human organs or the human parts?

>>1927117

>[Fightn Spirit] IKU ZO!!!!!!
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>>1927117
>>Beat on it's other leg
If it can't move the fight is over.
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>>1927147
I hope it's not powered by the souls of waifus and orphans
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>>1927147
I meant a psyche, not an actual body. Bodies are meh.
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>>1927117
>>1927126
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>>1927146
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>>1927152
>>1927159
>>1927161
>Beat on it's other leg

One capped knee deserves another! You charge in with your bat behind you as you rush in towards it's good leg.

Roll to kneecap. Best of 5.
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>>1927159
>>1927161
Well best way to let it rest it will be by smashing it But i guess Rembrant was killing beautifull women so he could power his waifu bot.

Oh well let's destroy it and feee the soul(s) to rest.
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Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>1927186
KILL IT, KILL IT DEAD!
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Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>1927186
Let's roll
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Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>1927186
Now let's be carefull here Bato he will either think you want it's other leg. So make a faint once more and once it has all his weight supported by the single leg you hit the knee sideways this is to breaks his balance then you need to bat it from up to down right in the exposed knee.
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>>1927193
Oh barely. Very cluntchy
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Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>1927186
Let's try this....
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Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>1927186
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>>1927226
Subclass: kneecapper
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>>1927226
83 again. noice
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>>1927226
83 for both knees
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>>1927226
EXPLODING KNEES
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>>1927268
What knees?
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>>1927186
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>>1927291
DC 60: Rolled 83 - The bigger they are...

KURAE!!!!!

Leaping to strike your wobbly opponent, you take an almost even level swing from a standing position to perform a drive by kneecapping. The sound of the pinging your bat makes into the machine man's knee bounces off the walls as your follow through knocks the huge bastard off balance. You manage to stop you momentum as you here another rumbling thud from behind you as the huge thing falls right on it's face. Upon impact there is an unmistakable breaking and deforming of metal. The giant doesn't even try to get back up on it's feet. Instead it turns it's body to face you. The chest plate has been severely damaged, exposing the inner working of it's chest. There are human hearts pumping in all different locations as gears and cogs turn along side them. It is absolutely grotesque, a parody of the inner workings of a man. Large arteries continue to expand and contract as they feed this things body with life-giving fluids. From the large chunk of it's breastplate gone, there are 4 hearts exposed. You try to not look at it's disturbing body as it shuffles towards you, supported by it's arms.

The malformed beast wastes no time in trying to grab you, putting you off guard with it's disgusting, pulsating innards.

Roll to evade. Best of 3.
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Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>1927304
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Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>1927304
Time to redeem myself!
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>>1927310
Not doing a great job
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>>1927310
Leave and never come back please.
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>>1927310
.... DICE GODS, WHY DO YOU HATE ME?!
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Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>1927304
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Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>1927304
Huh should have rolled sooner
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>>1927304
>>1927309
>>1927310
>>1927316
>>1927317
>>1927318
>>1927325
>DC 60: Rolled 48 - Not good!

Damn, You got careless again. You are to slow to react as the massive automaton scoops you up in one hand, crushing your insides with it's iron grip. It slams you down hard onto the ground, and you feel the last bit of air squeezed out from your lungs. As you desperately gasp to find your breath, you are scooped up again. The monster quickly tears off it's face plate with the other hand. There is no face underneath, only a large set of grinding gears and all kinds of shit found in heavy duty machinery, the kind they have the yellow and black warning labels with the hand getting crushed in it. There are what seems to be sinewy muscles attached to some of the contraption, assisting the pull and flow of the dive inside. The muscles loosen and even more dangerous looking bits are revealed as you are dragged closer to them. You are going to be ground to paste by that "jaw" if you don't do anything about it. FUCK.

Roll to break free. Best of 7.
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Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>1927389
M-maybe now?
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Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>1927389
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Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>1927389
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Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>1927389
>>1927393
Dice God status: abandoned
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Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>1927389
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>>1927399
Dice god status: merciful
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>>1927393
>>1927310
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>>1926786
>>1926647
Dear god, man, the dice gods hate you. What'd you do?!
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Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>1927389
HAHA nat 1
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>>1927432
Pls no bulli
Ive done nothing wrong, I just am rolling really bad, it seems.
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>>1927403
Obviously She-who-shall-not-be-named just wanted us to power up the bat before finishing this. Otherwise it'd be rather anticlimactic.
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Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>1927389
Let's go
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>>1927492
Finally, number 7!
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>>1927389
>>1927393
>>1927397
>>1927398
>>1927399
>>1927401
DC 60: Rolled 99 - KURAE!!!!!

Shinbatsu has grown heavy in your hand as you are restrained by this monsters grip strength. You can feel your life flashing before you as the horrible engine that is this things mouth draws you in to crush your bones into a powder, your not about to let that happen!

"You wanna take a bite outta me, huh asshole?"

The golem doesn't respond, having no sense of reason other than whatever is driving it to shove you into the equivalent of a garbage disposal unit.

You think about your little brother. You wonder if he's getting bullied now that his terrifying older brother is nowhere to be found. What if he still needs you?

Remebering the reason that gives you the strength to keep on living, you slowly but surely manage to push against the huge hand squeezing the life out of you as it drags you to your doom. You are able to adjust your position to get Shinbatsu out. It's not spikey quite like it was before, but this will be more than enough. It's time to put this thing out of it's miserable existence!

KURAE!!!!!!!!

You tell the algamation of flesh and metal to eat your bat as you swing towards it, not hitting much due to the reach of your weapon. You end up able to slow your descent into clockwork hell as you place your foot against one of the only flat parts of it's face. You swing wildly to harm the thing, smacking away some cogs and shit as you batter the mechanical monster. It tries to use both hands to push you in as you struggle to defeat it's deathly maw. In a desperate and viscous act, New York no Shinbatsu is shoved into it's rotating mouth parts, causing them to catch. It flinches in a stoccato manner as the gears are grinding to a halt, it's hearts pumping hard to keep it alive as whirring gears and springs are loosed from their place. The weapon shoved down it's throat destroys everything that moves against it. Your bat has become a proverbial wrench in the monster's plans as it's head begins to fall apart. While it is paralyzed by the stoppage, you quickly rip Shinbatsu out and swing away at it's face sending metal and muscles flying every which way. It arches it's back after one more uppercut-swing into it's jaw, now horribly dilapidated by your bat.

Now it is time to finish the job. It's many hearts pump at high speed as it staves of the loss of most of it's cranium, back arched and arms scratching at what is left of it's non-existent face. You will show it true mercy with your final blow.

>Demolish it's chest
>Use your chain to swing from the rafters and kick the shit out of it
>Finish decapitating it
>Write In
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>>1927524
>>Demolish it's chest
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>>1927524
>>Demolish it's chest
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>>1927524
>Demolish it's chest
Then the flying kick

Too bad we can't hang it like a pinyata
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>>1927524
>>1927540
>>1927557
>>1927572
>Demolish it's chest

This horrible bleeding contraption has lived for far longer than it should have, time for it to die.

ORRRYAAAHHH!!!!!

With a massive bellow, you smash into the giant's chest with Shinbatsu in a golf swing, causing it to spin and flip on it's back. After the first blow, you've managed to remove the rest of the chest plate. Now there are six hearts total. Walking up to the chest cavity as it writhes powerlessly, you raise your bat and swing, splattering one of the still beating hearts of the flesh and metal creature. Parts of it's body such as arteries and muscles simply burst as gore fills the air. Again and Again you pound away until there is one heart left. There is a massive pool of blood beneath you now. Whatever process kept this thing alive is not on a tiny thread, convulsing and bursting as it support the creature's life inadequately by it's lonesome. You yell as you smash the last of it's hearts out and the strange and vile being finally lays calmly. Finally at peace.

You've won again, this being your biggest kill yet. You feel like your adapting quite well to this world of monsters and murderers. You walk up to Rembrandt's body, to check if he's still alive after his splattering by the thing made to protect him. He looks up at you groggily, unaware of what is going on, or anything for that matter. It doesn't bother you. You don't care anymore. As long as you caught him, nothing else matters right now. Watching him try to form words sickens you to your core. You have nothing else to say to this woman-murdering walking pile of garbage.

The first thing he sees coherently is your foot above his face as you get ready to kick the ever-loving shit out of him.

"Lights out, motherfucker."

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That's it for tonight boys. Glad I could entertain you all. Thank you all so much for participating. I'll be back tomorrow at 3:00PM EST again. See you all then.
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>>1927524
>Demolish it's chest
Pull out an Obiwan on it

Also, quick status on Rembrandt and Charlotte we don't want him to escape. Maybe fattie can keep an eye on him.

>clockwork hell
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ofXxe5ntoXU

EDIT
Argh... to late

>>1927632
Well, good night Truck-kun, thank you so much for this amazing quest
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>>1927632
So, when do we get subclass Berserker?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tr6BMiHMPtI

>captcha
>look blood
You got that right captcha
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>>1927632
Good night

Are we gonna rescue the guy on the other room?
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>>1927650
>guy

my bet it's another demi-human. Maybe a cat one.
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>>1927636
We don't have her. She's getting the guards
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>>1927632
Thanks for running boss
>>1927650
That's right! We should rescue whoever's there
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>>1927632
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>>1928058
After stomping Rembrandt back to sleep, you drag him with you up the stairs and out through the other door you haven't used yet. Reminiscing on the battle, you wonder if the villain you're taking in is the mastermind, or if this is just the beginning. The monsters you've been facing were as sophisticated as they were psychotically innovative. It doesn't seem to be the case, considering how easily you caught and apprehended the guy who's supposed to be some kinda genius. It's better if you just focus on the task at hand for now, getting this fiend behind bars. You heard voices coming from behind that other door, perhaps you should take a look at it?

>Smash the door down now
>Charlotte should be here by now with help. We'll escort the prisoners out together with the authorities
>Write In

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Banchou Skill: [Strongest]
+Intimidate Checks
+Strength Checks

>Delinquent Traits Scores
>Clever: 32 (+1)
>Manly: 33
>Code - Honesty: 18
>Fight'n Spirit: 19 (-6)

I've returned. Welcome back everyone. Hope you're all ready.

>>1928476
Pretty good anon. I like it
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>>1928680
>>Charlotte should be here by now with help. We'll escort the prisoners out together with the authorities
I found this picture of Metal Bat petting a cat while going through OPM again. Then I applied 4000 hours of MS Paint
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>>1928680
>>Smash the door down now
Wrap him up with our chain.
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>>1928680
>Smash the door down now
The only one that can bully weaklings is us
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>>1928686
He sure loves his cat Tama
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>>1928680

>Smash the door down now
>Write in: DO NOT BE AFRAID! For I AM HERE!
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>>1928691
Supporting wrapping this fucker with our chain. It will be easier to carry him to.
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>>1928680
>>1928686
>>1928691
>>1928694
>Smash the door down now

You decide that you've gotten tired of tainting your hands carrying this sick fuck. Dropping him to the floor, you quickly wrap him around his legs with your long chain as if he was about to be dragged to death by a horse. Looking at the big iron door, you decide it's time to let the prisoners out. The only one that is allowed to bully weaklings is you, after all.

This door isn't as durable or massive as the other one. It does down once you smash the locking mechanism off and mess with what's left of the handle.

There is all sorts of screaming going on as you break the door open. It is the shrill sound of terrified women, and it is annoying. Especially while your trying to work. It gets louder as you take pieces of the door off. You need to get them to stop so you can focus.

"SHUT THE HELL UP!!!"

There is a silence now as you pull the door out of the door frame, only broken by the faint sound of whimpering. Much better.

Managing to remove the door, you find five women, hands tied up, all crying, and all very beautiful. They look at you in fear as you gesture to them confidently to reassure them.

"Your safe now. There's no need to be afraid no more. I AM HERE!"

They are dumbfounded by your presence, but immediately get over it as their savior lets them out.

"T-thank you!"

You manage to coax them out without having to yell again. Now the only thing left is to get out of this hole. You'll have to move the entrance again.

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The freed prisoners stand by as you grunt, heaving the door with a good amount of effort considering your minor fatigue. As the night air hits you, there are a lot of people staring at you. There is a dumbfounded silence as Charlotte, Lord Morrcock accompanied by some of his men, a crew of adventurers, and members of the Prontian Guard, like the ones who stopped you at the entrance to the city when you first got here, are all standing by. They all have a stupid look on their faces as they annoy you with their stares of anticipation. You throw Rembrandt down in front of you, still hogtied.

"What the FUCK are you looking at?"

Charlotte is the first one to do anything afterwards, running up to you and hugging your leg.

Cont. (1/2)
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>>1928755
We should have made a All Might reference, but if Bakugo was doing it.
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>>1928761
The boku no hero academy quest is in another thread anon.

Also headpat the Tanuki she did a great job.
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>>1928768
This, monstergirls need headpats.
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>>1928755
>>1928761
>>1928768
>>1928771
Charlotte's head is patted reluctantly, but deservedly. She allows you to do it this time, but makes sure you don't end up petting her hat off. You notice that it's gotten pretty dark, but are surprised when you here that it's only about 7:30PM. That battle felt much longer than it was.

You end up handing Rembrandt over to the authorities for questioning. They make you spend some time answering their questions and giving them all the information and evidence you have, including the sketches. You explain exactly how you collected the information and give them the step by step breakdown. The Prontian guard also take the girls with them so they can give victim statements.

"You've done this city a tremendous favor, my boy. I new I had to come here myself to see that monster taken away myself."

Ojisan is here too with his goons. Guess he wanted to make sure his daughter was truly safe so he could be at ease. He ends up inviting you to his new manor to celebrate, having gotten rid of the other one after it was trashed. He insists you come, as he hasn't rewarded you for saving his daughter earlier. Charlotte seems interested on the prospect of being able to chow down. You are pretty tired yourself, having not really had a good night's sleep yet voluntarily since you were dropped in this weird place.

Cont. (1/2)

>Celebrate your victory and get some free grub
>Go back home, you are fucking exhausted
>Write In
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>>1928834
>>Go back home, you are fucking exhausted
We're not his personnal fuckboy
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>>1928834
>Celebrate your victory and get some free grub
The use the daughter and Charlotte as body pillows when she inevitably comes onto us.
>>1928839
Fuck you complaining about?
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>>1928834
>Cellllebrate~goodtimes~come on! Also, free food is always good...just hope he has enough to feed our friend.
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>>1928846
Since he leads a crime family, he probably thinks about recruiting us for his own profit
Fuck that
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>>1928834
>Celebrate your victory and get some free grub

I don't know how badly bloodied we are or if we are just exausted. Since the big machine guy just tried to squeeze us. But it would be a unpolite in dirtying the ojisan manor with our blood ..
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>>1928852
Ojisan isn't family head no more. That is his stuck up son now.
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No wait did he expect to pay us for saving his daughter's life with a dinner?

I kinda wanted to ask him to help rebuild the homes burned by the brotherhood. Just to increase the people like to us.

Also we still need to clob some of the brotherhood head for burning houses in our turf.
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>>1928857
What I mean is : don't get implicated
We helped him because of the quest and nothing else
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>>1928852
>What is the douche son for 500$
If your going to be an ass, at least be correct about it.
>>1928863
No, he just wants to celebrate that prick getting incarcerated. Pretty sure we get a bounty off him, and some back pay from the house incident later.
>>1928864
We aren't implicated in anything, anyone that asks would know we just met them from the qst, and became friends, what the son does with the mob shit has literally nothing to do with us you paranoid nutter.
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