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11th day of prophecy, 00:15AM, inside the civilian cargo ship known as the ‘’Scarlet’’

This… was far from what you were expecting.

Knowing your luck, you were half expecting a stowaway Lamia but to stumble upon a pair of harpy eggs is definitely out of the blue and, thanks to your experience in similar stressful situations, you manage to conceal your emotions sneaking across your face and, above all, keep your voice silent.

‘’So yeah, that’s it, that’s my secret. Just say it upfront; what do I need to do to keep em?

Don’t go saying those are tainted or somesuch cause I aint buying that crap’’

The captain, Franco, continue to voice his displeasures while waving a few times too much, his faces reddening while he toy with his braded beard with his right hand, the fact that he’s in his underwear allow you to see the sweat on his body as he tried his best to keep himself contained, after all he’s not even trying to be subtle in bribing an Inquisitor

Instead of answering or even lingering your gaze upon the precious white spotted shells, you let your gaze wander across the captain cabin, this time with a much more inquisitive and careful looks, all the while you ask in the most neutral tone you can muster, tightening your grip upon the silver badge.

‘’When is it that have you acquired these?’’

You don’t know what expression assail the grumpy, half-drunk sea dog but his grunt is more than enough answer on that department as you narrow your gaze upon his desk full of paper, along with a few alchemical pen; those are very handy for writing in all kind of environment without being dependent on an unwieldy feather, along with keeping your finger out of the ink, strange to see something like this on a smuggling ship but… You won’t complain, at least this captain seem to be the one to do his homework.

‘’Few days ago, bout when the ports were declared safe afore that big scrap with Zipangu denizens’’

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Next, you try your best to make a pause as the great in your mind almost overheat in trying to find a potential scenario to fool Ahriman without killing these unborn kids; you were a real son of a bitch as the Butcher there’s no doubt about that, but snuffing out the lives of babies is… well you’ve done it once already and that was more than enough.

More than enough.

‘’Then, how did you get them?’’

You ask next, buying time as best you can while thinking over your situation. This badge is magical, but there’s no pulse or pumping line most of the magical artifact you came in contact with, here the magic is constant and predictable, like that alchemical warmer in the middle of the eggs; meaning that it’s a simple, onside magical trinket; very, very different from a weapon or artifact… Something like this could not have a powerful scrying ability, you know that actually perusing over great distance is an extremely risky and hard prospect which isn’t really mastered by humans given they’re elemental affinities, relaying sounds however, is much simpler, albeit still in a very exquisite domain.

The fact that Rhy literally infiltrated the camp of the Crusaders to speak to you… honestly, that cat queen is absolutely amazing, what if she’s allowing to give Tsukiyomi a bird-eye view of the battlefield…?

‘’...As if I’d tell you that’’

For some reason, Franco add a guffaw after his sentence, you find yourself at a lost in how you should weight this man; he definitely look worked up but to laugh at the face of an Inquisitor isn’t exactly a small feat, the only conclusion you can think of would be that he find some kind of solace in his age, after all you are clearly much younger than he is.

‘’You understand that withholding information to an Inquisitor is a bad idea, yes?’’

As you look back toward the captain, his brown eyes glints as he cross his arms on his naked chest.

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‘’I’m already betraying my employer, you Inquisitor wouldn’t decapitate a perfectly healthy man like me, not over uncorrupted eggs anyway’’

That’s true, while the Inquisition is undoubtedly extremely harsh with corruption there’s none to be found here; Ahriman is likely an extremist and those kinds of people are always a minority in big organization.

But now, you’ve spent enough time thinking over, a little plan is starting to form in your head as you and the captain fall silent, you’ve been obviously stalling but, soon enough, you’ll have to deliver your verdict for those eggs and a very important person is listening in…

>’’Make it two, or three, you know that whore of a succubus is listening from that jade of hers’’

You almost feel like pointing out the oxymoron, but when was the last time you got some true alone time? Even so, you shake off the Beast remark from your head as it retreat back in seclusion, glad that it’s leaving you alone for the time being. What do you do, Siegfried?

>>26156320
I guess majority vote from last thread states we use that needlessly complicated and going to get us into more trouble later plan to save the eggs. I personally think making fake eggs and tossing them off the ship with some minor punishment to the captain is a safer plan but majority seemed to like the smash fake eggs on deck plan.

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>>26156320
Ok then here's how this goes down.

"You are going to tell me exactly how you acquired these eggs or I will extract that information from you, forcibly."

As we say this we silently gesture to him to get us some writing utensils, quietly, as he spills the beans. We then write out the plan. We are going to make a Simulacrum of the Harpy eggs, you said we could do this, simulate everything pretty effectively, bones, feathers, flesh, the remaining egg white and yolk, the membranes, all of it.

The paper will detail the plan, and that we will have to rough him up really good, maybe even break or chop off a finger or two, to make it all look (and most importantly, sound) legit. Then we utterly gib our new creations, smash em really, really good till it's a nice, fine pulp. Then we tell him:

"Thank you for the information. I am only sparing you, this time, because we need every living uncorrupted male we can get to forestall our own extinction. Rest assured, if you ever try anything like this again I will burn you at the stake, personally."

Also, do note how underground couriers work IRL. You don't really know the employer's name, and you're not really supposed to know what you're even transporting. You take the item, deliver it, and get cold hard cash. So him not knowing the name wouldn't be too surprising.

>>26156476
Forgot to add that we also smash the warmer, the paper telling him to keep them warm without the aid of magic and that above all else they must *never* be discovered by anyone else. Heated Wool Blankets ought get the job done.

>>26156476
>maybe even break or chop off a finger or two
Might be too permanent. But some bruises and a black eye should be fine.
The Captain might balk if we go too far.

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>>26156761

>>26156476 here. Make that a lot of bruises, I said we will have to rough him up good. Don't forget who's listening in on this little thing.

>>26156476
So yeah, this seems to be what we're going for, with some roughing up, bruises, and a black eye instead of any broken or missing fingers.

>>26156476
This is a goo Ideᴀ

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Here it is people.

I wonder if INH might be having net troubles or something.

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>>26157700
That is possible, or hey he might have gotten killed or something. Ya never know...

Oh well, have more cute harpy.

>>26156320
Can we just smash the eggs and move on

>>26157966
Lord research demands we take the most convoluted path. It's what he would do in
our shoes.

Yeah, he's been offline for awhile now. I think he might be having comp or net issues. He had them on Friday as well but all we can do is wait and see.

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This damnable net problem came at the worst time imaginable, I'm ready to throw a tantrum but I'll try to salvage this thread as best I can.

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>>26156476

So it seems this path is the consensus, time to start.

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With a silent glare to the magical relay, you put the artifact in the front pocket of your clothes as you tale in one large breath, closing your eyes for a brief moment as you finally settle on your new ambition; you hope to everything Holy that this captain age gave him some quick wit.

When you look back to Franco, your gaze let go of the mask of steel and you gesture toward his desk, where many sheet of papers and pencil laid scattered here and there, the man of course, simply look at you in utter confusion

"You are going to tell me exactly how you acquired these eggs…’’

You stop, measuring your tone of voice, remembering your past as much as possible to channel the needed emotions; people used to be obeyed talk without an ounce of delicacy and you already see the captain pride flaring as he take in a large breath through his nostrils, however, he soon relaxes in confusion as you walked toward the desk (given that you were closer), the only reason why he didn’t ask anything was because you put your index upon your lisps after your pause, completely and utterly puzzling him to your intentions.

‘’Or I will extract that information from you, forcibly."

You smash your hand on the desk as you talk, making sure to mask whatever little sounds your rapid writing could produce; you put the medallion in your pocket to muffle as much as possible, hell you actually spoke with your back to Franco who, of course, stayed silent for a long while, albeit with an increasing amount of grunting and swear under his breath as, it seem, he decided to play along.

‘’You think I’d ask questions? Two soldiers delivered them to me, a male and a girl; I’ve been in this business long enough to not ask pointless question, Sir Inquisitor’’

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His voice dripped with sarcasm as you turned with your sheet of paper; you wrote something very simple and your feet sounds large and heavy as you almost smash them into the wood, presenting the paper to the captain as he read over really, really fast.

«We are being listened to. I will make an imitation of the eggs, try to stall for time at my next question, I will also have to beat you up, you can do it to yourself as well, I will also take your heater; procure something non magical»

His eyes become as big as Hadraniel halo as he shift from the paper to your face, you can’t help but smile at his expression, but you make sure to fill your voice with venom as you embrace Focus, finding the eternal, lone flame of pure concentration was as easy as alternating your breath.

"Thank you for the information. While you are in need of redemption… known that I am only sparing you because you are a uncorrupted male’’

Franco snort, but soon frown as a pair of ice eggs form themselves on his bed, trying to make slime fetus is going to be very, very hard… it’ll take some time…

Can you think of anything to ask him? Or do you try and make him understand that he should smash his head a few times on the wall for authenticity?

>>26159188
Welp we're stuck on this route now. Make him play his part.

>>26159188
Can I ask you why you would turn your back on God? We are on the verge of extinction and yet you betray your own people. Is money really so important to you that you don't care about the survival of your own species!?

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‘’Can I ask you why you would turn your back on our Holy Father?’’

You suddenly ask, breaking the stare with the captain to concentrate on the pair of faux eggs, you get on your knees as the captain take a step forward but stop midway as you are examine your artificial shell, the transparent ice slowly color itself in the cream-white of the harpies eggs.

You hear a belligerent snort from the captain, but you don’t concentrate on him too much.

‘’I sure as hell didn’t our Father Sky up there isn’t going to give a shit about a pair of harpies eggs, the Church collective panties get twisted a bunch with corruption and aye, I respect that, but hell we live with monsters cows and sheep; this pair of eggs aint damning one bit’’

A rather long winded rant, but one that is very much welcome in your situation, trying to keep your façade while working on these eggs is a serious efforts in multitasking; something you don’t have much practice in, but you continue to work with desperation in your guts as you slowly lift one of the eggs to test its weight, then fill the inside of your lure with slimy fluids; you feel pure power leaving your body very much like a powerful spell as you work and you keep your winded sigh as you realize that… the details you’ll need are going to be pretty hard to make.

‘’We are on the verge of extinction and yet you betray your own people.’’

You continue, remembering the failed logic of that pudgy, short Inquisitor of your youth that pushed you toward the Butcher, his arguments were rather similar, of course he was much more convincing when he threatened to take the life of your mother given her past history; the church is not one to forget.

Again, Franco snort derisively and you interrupt him, trying your best to sound as upset as possible, allowing a few rough breath to escape your mouth as they are made out of efforts, not emotions.

At least probably not too much.

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‘’Is money really so important to you that you don't care about the survival of your own species!?’’

You finally exploded in a half roar, not even bothering to turn at Franco as you are satisfied with the weight and now start working and making… slime harpies fetus inside your work; this has to be, bar none, of the weirdest assignment you ever took, you don’t have much idea how unborn harpies look but you guess it has to be something humanoid, not too hard with a few feathers here and there, you’ll worry about the coloration after…

Your bulged out veins are colored in bright, peerless blue and you glance down at them to see the fluids moving fast all along your arms, sucked right into your body into…whatever place allow for magic to happen, probably your head; you feel somewhat lightheaded as the incredible details of your work need to be kept in mind constantly; the more elaborate a spell is, the more it’s going to cost and the more will the world itself try to remove it.

It’s that kind of logic that make acting upon a person body so hard; a human physique so hard.

‘’…look, a pair of eggs isn’t going to fuck me over, I don’t care too much about my soul and stuff, stealing meat aint like murdering a man’’

He’s probably shaking his head and you let out a stiff breath through your nose, trying to appear as angry as possible; your exchange definitely took some time, but you reckon you can reason it by saying you looked over the room as you spoke and tried to find lies on his face.

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‘’Then… the Church guidance will need to be extended upon you; your lies dishonors the both of us, I shan’t suffer such insults under the gaze of Father Sky’’

Even so you doubt you could actually punch him efficiently and you are much too busy working on your eggs… All of these details, ugh… you feel a slight taste of cooper as Franco start being indignant, grunting stuff like ‘’you think you’ve got the right to rough me up? Those are MY fucking eggs!’’

An outside party could find this situation humorous, a man yelling at another one, on his knee, the both of them nowhere near enraged enough despite they’re tones.

Then… as you look on the beds, in between the eggs, you almost feel like the alchemical warmed beckons you…

>You could eat all the magic of that thing to help you out.

>If you don’t and wish to keep it intact, roll 1d20

Rolled 14

>>26160179
Don't do it. Too risky. Rolling.

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>>26160388

Given the lack of inputs, this seem to be the roll to go for.

Rolled 17

>>26160179
Eh, let's go with one more roll.

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>>26160600

>>26160763
What?! What?! Is it too low?! Did we not make the DC?!
Game over, man! Game Over! AAAAAAHHHHH!

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>>26160992

C-calm down I was just teasing

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>17+5 (hidden modifier) vs DC 15 = SUCCESS

For some reason, a thought of your homeland drift into your mind, the land of Gwynedd that you’ve abandoned for the eternal autumn of Zipangu has it’s mark deep into your psyche; after all the quality of individuals may vary greatly but you remember a few remarks from those foreigners, Church official muttering about the stubbornness of these lands…

Yes, stubbornness. You’ve said no to the Butcher and you WILL get the ending you are reaching for, in order to accomplish it you have to make this situation as unsuspicious as possible and you glare at the alchemical warmer for a second before looking toward Franco and nodding severely, the man immediately launch himself on the wall with a surprised and outraged scream; the contact is heavy and very, very painful looking as blood immediately fly out of his nose, the poor man fall on one knee clutching his face as he grunt out his pain, his swear muffled by his hand and you continue your work undaunted.

You are Siegfried Shieffer and you are going to rip out a part of the Inquisition itself once you are done with this place.

‘’What the hell is your damn…!’’

Again, harm himself, a serious one two punch that definitely look serious and painful, leaving good bruises on his face as his nice beard start looking disheveled; no doubt about it this has to be one of the most silly situation you ever found yourself in.

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Now, to work on the color… you’ve made slime corpses inside the eggs as well as coloring the fluids as best you could, making some blood vessels here and there but now, you focus on making creamy, peach skin along with half-hard feather tramped in slimy… fluids, you never bothered with biology, you are simply going with hearsay and common sense.

Again you look at the captain who has knocking his shoulder on the wall to bruise it; there’s no doubt that he will about how he acquired those eggs, no way would someone be that dedicated to keep them, his motivations fuels yours and you ignore the sudden feeling of nausea and constriction in your chest as the veins on your body tighten at your efforts but…


You have finished to your best of abilities a mimicry of growing harpies eggs; colored in creamy-white ice shells devoid of warmth, the inside offer a precious, dead cargo of colored slime which will, without a doubt, fool anyone for you plan them to catch a glimpse before blasting them full of spikes while behind you, Franco is down on one knee, scooping up some blood as he look at you, his face reserved but serious.

‘’YOU DOG’’

He spat out, the venom and anger in his voice most likely due to the pain more than emotions.

You’ve succeeded in making your eggs without burning yourself, what now, Siegfried?

>>26161487
Stick with the plan?

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>>26161675

I just needed to make sure if you guys wanted to do something else.

>>26161675
TRutH & AmʙJtJoɴ

Seconding.

>>26161955
What the fuck happened to my post there?
>>26161786
Now I'm worried. I bet there's something we've forgotten.

>>26161985
I can't think of anything. The plan, as it is, is pretty solid, especially now that we have these fake eggs. It's not like there's going to be a magical CSI forensics unit that'll be able to tell the genetic difference between a summoned slime and a Harpy fetus. Especially since the crew will be all too willing to clean up the mess.

Gently, you scoop up the pair of eggs, weighing them up and down and, feeling satisfied, you turn toward the captain who is still on the ground, ragged breathing escaping his half-naked form as blood drip out of his face, his eyes asking silent questions as he looks at you up and down while you cradle your fakes under your arms.

‘’Now my child, come the purge; aim your anger toward these abominations above all, for your soul is precious beyond belief…’’

You gesture toward the heater, you can’t touch the things because you’ll eat it outright but the eggs on your arms are more than excuses enough, of course, the captain protest as he walk loudly to pluck out the precious thing, no doubt that he had alternative for these precious items.

‘’I think you need to look at your own soul, you sick son of a bitch’’

--

Now the next part of the plan is nothing more than a show, you and Franco walk up to the deck, greeted by the night air of early morning, you take in a good, satisfied breath as the freshness of the night sea manage to lift some of the hot tightness in your chest while you prepare yourself to what’ll happen next…
Of course, the ship is still patrolled by the very nervous soldiers who, upon seeing you and the captain in his undergarments, stop walking to observe in confused interest as you slowly, very slowly, hold the big eggs in your palms while extending your arms, from your position in the middle of the boat, you can see very well upon the decks of the camps and you’ve seen your fair share of early mornings onlookers; no doubt that Ahriman has one or several sentries observing you right now.

Maybe he’s doing it himself.

‘’You… what the hell do you have in mind?’’

‘’Let me ask you; have you ever heard about the Butcher of Gwynedd?’’

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You ask with a clear, strong voice as you look in front of you, not bothering to look at anything but your eggs mimicry as you wait for the perfect timing, as of this moment you’ve put a mask on your face; allowing your joy and cruelty to appear fully as you imagine yourself killing that extremist bastard who want you back into that persona.

‘’Yeah, yeah I did.’’

Franco grunt his answer, no doubt realized who you are, you don’t wait anymore as you unceremoniously drop the eggs on the deck; the shell cracks as they meet the wooden ground and from it, a mess of slimy fluids stain the ground as two half-grown harpies fetus escape they’re vital containment; the two… things look vaguely humanoid with a strangely squishy looking body while the feathers, colored in brown, stick out from they’re wings somewhat as some only appear half grown, you also see some bones here and there as the trauma of the fall made them jut out of the fragile bodies, covered in grim, bloody substance.

All the soldiers on decks stiffen, many letting out several ‘’Ugh’’ and ‘’By Father…’’

Next, you blast them full of spikes, the murderous items piercing the soft body like butter as you encore the entire volume, encasing it all in slick ice that you blow away in little pieces toward the oceans, effectively reducing the carnage to a rather neat looking blue circle.

‘’Now th-‘’

‘’GET THE FUCK OFF MY SHIP’’

Franco face is red and enraged, the captain shove the warmer on your chest hard enough to smack it painfully and it is only by reflex that you managed to let go of Focus to avoid eating the things.
The tall captain point toward the exit, his face spewing blood and spit.

‘’GET THE FUCK OUT ALL OF YOU’’

He also gesture to the soldiers, while some of the curious crews stay put at the vision of their half-naked, bloody captain.

…Do you want to do anything else, Siegfried?

>Taking a 20 minutes break

Still working on that fluffytail homework I assume Insert

>>26162526
I think we were going with some kind of snarky "Good day, Captain. We'll be WATCHING you" sort of farewell?
Is that right?

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>>26162526
A wee bit confused. Did we gib them back in his quarters taking what remained and finished the gibbing up on deck, or did we launch ice spikes at him, missing of course, and then go up on deck to gib them proper? Can't really tell.

Also, we DID gib them but good right? Because that was the plan, a total gibfest.

Glad one of you rolled high, I'd hate to have seen what would have happend to us if landed a burnout.

>>26162526
"Tread lightly, captain."

>>26162526
"A good evening to you, captain. I suggest you have someone clean that filth off your ship sooner rather than later."

And then walk away.

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>>26162526
>allowing your joy and cruelty to appear fully as you imagine yourself killing that extremist bastard.

Oh yes. I even have a good one-liner to deliver as we stab him in his kidneys: "I kissed the Demon Lord, twice."

It'd be just like when Kotomine said "I never bought a ticket." A single line that quickly conveys to them depths of your treachery and then you finish them off before they can do anything. I am rejoicing to this.

>>26162886
I empathize, I really do.
But I have to vote against it, because it's always far safer to gloat once he's long dead and we're safely back behind Zipangu lines.

I know it's not as satisfying, but I am willing to trade some satisfaction for safety.

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>>26162702

I wrote fast as hel lto make up for lost time, what you did is pick your fake eggs and gib them on deck

>>26162947
You have any idea how much getting stabbed in the Kidneys would hurt? Only reason Siggy didn't lose consciousness and was able to even move is because of Focus and a Will Save that has got to be through the roof.

A normal person gets stabbed there they're incapacitated by the pain. British special forces during WWII carried stiletto daggers. Why? Kidney stabbing. It's quick, it's quiet, it just plain works when it comes to a stealth kill from behind. A stab followed by immediate headshot spikes as we say the line would be almost impossible for him to get out of provided we get the drop on him.

>>26163092
Yes, I know the whole kidney stabbing trick.
I'm talking about the possibility that he's got an audio amulet of some kind on his person that's piping sounds to a guard detail so that he can call them in case of being attacked.
I don't want our gloating to be heard by anyone until we're well away from their hunter-killer teams.

>>26163136
Aye that is possible. We'll have to get to know the guy, see if he is indeed the type that is that well prepared....

Though in that event, the sound of him landing on the floor as though he fainted, or his head exploding, will get them to come running regardless.

>>26163201
That's why after a good stab in the kidneys you immediately insert the stilleto through the ribs into the heart, and then gently lay him down.
Preferably in his bed, when we can say "Good night, Inquisitor. By your leave."
And then get the fuck out before anyone realizes he's dead.

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"Tread lightly, captain."

You finally let go of Focus and stumble slightly as the strong, addictive feeling of pure power and concentration leave your body, leaving you parched, tired and frustrated but, as always, you work through it as mister Franco spit on your shoe, murmuring ‘’Curses upon you, your ancestor and children’’

He’s not too far from the truth isn’t he?

--

[01:12 AM]

You had an encounter with a masked fellow as you exited the ship, there wasn’t anything fancy about the exchange, the robbed silhouette extended a hand for the medallion and you gave it in silence, the only thing you got from them, was an ominous remark ‘’We’ll contact you again’’.
Now, your possibility of impressing Ahriman is effectively out of your hands.

It is with a tired walk that you get back to the alchemist tent; the girl seems to have finished and is working on putting clothes on Emeth, her entire body and face is covered in great, golden tattoos with vivid fantastic details that could only be drawn by a master calligrapher, for the moment your precious golem is still deactivated but you notice that the clothes the little alchemist is giving her look quite similar to what she previously had, albeit of lesser quality; a solid pair of long sleeved leather reinforced shirt and pants.

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…

Why do none of the girls around you wear skirts?

‘’Oooh hey there Siggy’’

The excited wave and you can’t help but frown at the name.

‘’She mutter in her sleep, seem like her core reactivated on its own, man that golem of ya is weird I’l l tell ya… hey what’s that?’’

She point to the warmer in your hand, it’s heat force you to constantly change hand but you put it on one of the table first chance you got.

‘’Oooh it’ a warmer, pretty good in winter and stuff but eh, don’t need em tonight’’
Then she claps her hands together and you finally notice that Leila is absolutely nowhere.

‘’Leila is outside behind the tent, wanna get her, or do we wake yer girlfriend fast? She might do it on her own tough’’

>>26163442
We should probably let Emeth go through her own activation sequence, rather than rush it.
Instead, let's speak with Leila.

>>26163442
"We'll wait for Emeth to wake up first. And if she says she feels weird or you did something odd, I'm going to spank you."

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>>26163608

Wil lgo with this, sorry if my writing is decreasing in quality, I'm pulling some overtime right now

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"We'll wait for Emeth to wake up first.’’

Ithel nods and start stretching, letting out a very satisfied and ungrateful grunt in the middle, seemingly very merry and full of energy despite the morning.

‘’If she says she feels weird or you did something odd, I'm going to spank you."

This caught her attention and, for a moment, the little alchemist eyes you up and down with a confused face, then she smile broadly and nods, giving you a thumb up, you notice that her hands look a bit… drained, or perhaps dry would be a better term.

‘’You’re handsome enough for that, I’ll be waiting!’’

You roll your eyes as you exit to find the Purifier.

--

It’s not exactly a journey, although Ithel tent is indeed very spacious so you have to warn a little distance to get behind while squinting through the darkness; the area behind it is full of crates and stored items, probably miscellaneous supplies; the various alchemical lamps don’t help much in piercing the thick darkness but, as you slowly creep closer, you start hear something odd, some kind of ragged breath and a little painful whine.

‘’Kuuh… ouch ouch…’’

You stop, not only at the sound, but because your eyes finally adjusted and you finally see the silhouette of the golden haired Purifier on her knees, her back to you clutching… something? The holy sword is nestled safely at her side and there isn’t any blood or sign of struggle but the poor girl is not having a good time, she’s even trembling while letting out these small pleas, leaving you wondering on what to do.

Of course you could go and help her, but the girl has her pride…

>>26163766
It's cool, sometimes one's net rolls double crit fails. I'm just glad we got a "happy" ending out of all of this. Hope Ahriman was impressed with out little display. I also think he'd approve of our now Holy golem.

He thinks we are "pure", best keep him thinking that right up until we kill his sorry ass. The deaths of the monstergirls we will eventually have to kill worth it, will restore some SAN methinks.

Also seconding >>26163763, I think she likes banter.

>>26164039
Slowly back away without making a sound, then a little more loudly walk back towards Leila, include knocking into a crate or something, to make it obvious we're coming and to give her a chance to collect herself.

>>26164114
I like this. Once she's collected herself we ask if she's alright and tell her that our "mission" went off without a hitch.

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As silently as when you first crept into the alley, you slowly back away, minding your position and direct environment while the pitiful form of the Purifier continue to tug at your heartstring, her distress really make you empathic… probably due to the events of today, even if they were fakes, acting the kill of unborn children leave a very bad after taste.

You’ll be cuddling with Emeth soon enough.

Next, you walk without your usual care and willingly bump into one of the crate, your bad habit of tiptoeing around tend to land you into these kinds of situations; you’ve overheard quite a lot of things over the years but right now you’d prefer a more direct approach, if the girl doesn’t want you to see… then it’s not your place to intrude.

Of course your loud bumping akin to a Minotaurus doesn’t go overhead and the girl let out an adorable ‘’eep’’ that put a large smile on your face.

‘’Leila you there?’’

You ask toward the darkness, stopping in the light of the alchemical lamps.

‘’Y-yeah’’

She answers meekly, to which you pursue.

‘’Do you need some help? You sound a bit… well you sound a bit in pain’’

Her voice was stuff; no way in hell that she didn’t heard it.

‘’Well I… could use your help, yeah.’’

With the same strange submissiveness, the girl gets up, holding her arms against her chest and walk backward out of the tent, taking in several breaths as you tilt your head in silent question, her form look strangely ragged, sometime she tremble in pain.

‘’J-just don’t laugh’’

‘’Why would I?’’

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You answer back, your benefactor distress syphon out all intention of teasing as, slowly, the girl turn around and you can’t help but hang your mouth open.
Both of her arms are clutching her chest, her skin look cracked and… sandy, some part of her healthy tan is actually falling, having the consistency of powder; the break and crevice along her skin remind you of an old pottery by a an amateur, the inside of those space is filled by a strangely golden-brown substance.

‘’I-I don’t have arms… anymore’’

She says, enduring the pain through pride and stubbornness while closing her eyes.

‘’I’ve got some creams back there could you… could you put some for me? I-I…. kind of forgot…’’

>[A Tale of Monster -74- End]

>Phew thank for staying despite the bumby start, as a last choice would you guys prefer to finish acting out the night or go straight for the morrow morning?

So disappointing... I thought this garbage had died for good.

>>26165135
So she's using some kind of magical prosthetics?
I must have forgotten that this world has magitek cybernetic augments.

We should probably finish out the night. Finding out about her arms seems like it would be important.

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>>26165358

The short story I wrote about her explained how she lost her arms, but yes those are magical prosthetic.

>>26165253

I'm welcome to criticisms, not insults.

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>>26165135
Finish out the night, because hey getting Leila points will probably save our bacon at some point. And besides her not having arms doesn't make her any less beautiful. Then again, I loved all the KS girls...

>>26165402
Dude, never respond to a troll, unless it is to complement them on good trolling skills. He wasn't very good. I demand the highest quality trolls to grace any thread I'm in. Why? They actually entertain me.

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>>26165459

Well nothing too dramatic is happening, she was too busy trying to speak to Lysta and forgot about her maintenance.

It does hurt like a bitch when the arms shrivel up, earth magic is pretty hard to control...

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Anyway I hope you guys liked the thread despite my dissapearance, I had to work fast to make up for lost time, I'm sorry for the lack of interactions

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>>26165625
It happens.

Goddamit, stop posting that fuckin shit. I know you think that fuckin NCR was right. NCR was fuckin wrong and you know it, he's an idiot. Only idiots like you fall for such buzzwords.

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>>26165625
Shit happens. At least we were able to both spare the babies and get in good with the =][=. Let's hope they grow up to be nice girls.

And it looks like consensus is to continue the scene next thread. Rejoice, we get to have a bonding moment with Leila.

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>>26165833

One of many, hopefully. Man I miss writing Tsu, Hadraniel, Mylen, Ame... Gotta pull through!

>>26165743

Indeed it does, having a power outage the entire day I wanted to write the lewd in was a pain let me tell you.

>>26165822

House is the way to go

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>>26165911
It's gonna take at least a week in universe to really impress this fucker I wager. We succeeded tonight by his knowledge, need a few more successful purgings in order to land a face to face meeting, and a few more after that to actually gain trust. Once trust is gained we can kill his ass easy...

Unfortuneately, one of the missions will likely be a covert raid with other members of the =][=, meaning unavoidable monstergirl casualties in order to keep appearances. After all, it'll start to look awfully suspicious if we keep being the only ones that ever come back alive for some reason.

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>>26165911
Sure it was out.

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>>26166045

Getting a face to face meeting might not be that hard, it's finding the opportunity to kill him that will.

>>26166066

No seriously, it was. Big storm ruined my day.

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>>26166107
Good thing this broad is going to tell us when he's nice and alone...

How powerful is the bastard anyway? Can we take him alone or does he have some BS up his sleeve we have to watch out for.

Not that we don't have BS too, but it's unreliable BS. Need hack up the Beast to use it and he isn't too keen on being the slab of meat we'd like him to be.

>>26166107
Mmhmm, sure it did.

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>>26166289

I've built ahriman to be, more or less, the perfect Rival for Siegfried. In term of pure magical ability he's more or less on part with our protagonist (But that's kind of irrelevent given the magic siphon).

What he has however, is a magic weapon that would send the Embodiment screaming in terror.

Also it's about time to get a new meeting with dear old mom isn't it?

>>26166326

Anon pls

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>>26166348
It's not like you've never lied before.

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>>26166376

Of course I haven't

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>>26166348
Oh great, you gave him a Holy Scripture/Conceptual Weapon didn't you. Fuck...

If we get enough Leila points can we convince her to help out? 3 vs. 1 would still put us at good odds.

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>>26166403

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>>26166435

His weapon... well if I can give yo ua hint.

It's the worst nightmare for any supernatural creature

Siegfried is still human, thankfully. At least for now.

>>26166436

Yup

>>26166483
Suuure.
Well, keep up the good fight.

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>>26166483
Yay, he's got what amounts to this settings version of Black Barrel...

Joy, that's gonna be a TON of fun to get hit by, given how we're half supernatural as is. Won't instantly die like an Angel or a powerful Monstergirl (like Tsu) would, but it'll hurt like a fucking bitch.

If we do kill him dead any chance of retrieving it? Would be nice to have that on our side when we confront Orion.

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>>26166651

Yes you can retrieve it, magical weapons aren't geared toward a single user, just need to know how it work.

Well beside Leila situation but there's a angel in that sword so it's an exception.