>>27603168
The spasm that passes through your body takes effort to hide from him, even though he's studying the identification card under one of the small blacklight lamps. You can't even think about not hunting now apparently. That part of you won't be still. Williams – so named by the patch opposite the faux-badge that proclaims him as security – turns and hands you your card back. You're not surprised it passed inspection since you have had access to dozens of identification cards at varying times. Nothing like the real thing to help make the fake.

“May I see inside your handbag please miss?” Of course he can. There isn't a straight razor in it anymore, after all. He barely glances inside, and his expression becomes slightly worried. “Have a good time, miss. Are you sure you're feeling okay?” His concern tugs at your feelings, and you feel a hot, deep warmth start inside your body.

You only wish it were sexual.

[] I'm fine thank you.
[] Actually, I'm feeling a little peaked.
[] You're a handsome man, so everything is just dandy. {He is, rather. Large boned, yet not gone to fat....}
[] Other.

> want the D
> can't because of curse
FUCK.

>>27603300
That's why they call it a curse.

[X] "Fine, thanks, just a little rushed."

>>27603181
[X]You're a handsome man, so everything is just dandy.
Let's get inside though, and fast.

>>27603324
Supporting. Maybe a bit less brazen but it won't hurt to have a backup plan in case we don't find the kind of prey we seek inside.

Rolled 1

>>27603181
>I'm fine thank you

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>>27603418
>It begins

>>27603181

"I'm fine. And I like the way you care."

Smile, walk on. Don't look back.

>>27603418
Damn, that was close. A crit fail would have gotten us hospitalized or something.

>>27603418
> NAT 1 on deceive check
OH FUCK WEGONNAPASSOUTANDTHENHEPRINCESSCARRIESUSANDTHENWEEATHIMFUUUUUCK.

With a smile and expertly fluttered lashes, “I'm fine, thank you Officer Williams; you're quite the handsome fellow, so now I'm just dandy. But I do have a dinner date, so I must be away.” Some part of your brain is screaming at you for phrasing it that way, but it settles your stomach, or rather, what lives below or around it. You slip away from the velvet ropes in a soft swish of velvet, silk, and lace, and make your way inside, your heart pounding far faster than the beat of the music, which is actually fairly fast. Then again, his concern is a start, a place you might be able to come back to.

The interior of the club is separated into three distinct areas, as near as you can tell. Through the foyer, where there are men's, women's, and unisex restrooms (two on one side and one on the other) and a small gift shop (how strange), the room is split into a brightly lit section to the left, a darker, more subdued section to the right. The split is created by a blazing inferno of colored lights, costumes, dance floor, and a sound-stage in the back which is manned by a flamboyantly dressed disc-jockey or master-of-ceremonies. The music is strange, intense, and all too appropriate to how you feel.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P_CaPzwEKvg

It doesn't take more than a slow glance to figure out what sorts of people are where. The center floor is not just dancers, but also people talking, hanging out. There are tall stools and tables, some of which have glasses upon them as they are attended by couples, trios, or foursomes enjoying the music and each others' company. By and large there seems to be a lot of outright cosplay there. It is also dazzlingly bright and undoubtedly hot. On the other hand, there are by far the most people there, not all with someone. It is also something of a younger crowd.

[Con't]

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>>27603418
>>27603418
mfw I forget to turn of my dice and roll a 1

>>27603493
To the left is where the baroque-dressed Negress and her entourage have hastened off to, and they fit in perfectly with the outre couture that seems to be the norm in that section. Feathers, missing sections of clothing, bared flesh, and the very ragged edge of decency are in great abundance, along with jewelery, fans, LED riddled cybergoth dresses, and strange crosses between dapper looks and near fetishistic plasticine. The greatest number of adults are there, but there are almost no loners, and even they seem attentive, looking for opportunities. It strikes you as a very clique oriented fashionista situation.

The right is a scene you've been involved in before. Not merely Gothic, but 80's punk, Japanese-influenced Harajuku style, and of course the elegant and dollish Lolitas. It is quieter than the other two, less hectic; there is a separator between them and the dance floor, and the lighting is far more subdued. You know from experience that it is both openly accepting and dreadfully vindictive a culture. There are also a few adults, both men and women, and not everyone there is in costume. There is at least one person with a camera, interviewing people, a high school girl who has made a token attempt to fit in, even if it is the barest minimum that would get her laughed out of Harajuku in a heartbeat.

There are some hallways leading away from the left and the right – undoubtedly bathrooms, offices, and other important thing. Probably a medical station – the dance floor is dangerously bright and the music is changing to something more frenetic already. Not J-pop or J-core, thank the Gods. The....thing in you is starting to tense, and if you don't do something soon, you might find yourself slipping. Recalling your razor, you append that to slipping more.

[] Right, where you fit in.
[] Left, where you can explore.
[] Dance floor, where there have to be other people looking.
[] Other.

>>27603509

The bar, where we can order a drink and attract attention. Let them come to us.

>>27603509
>[x] Dance floor, where there have to be other people looking.

We need a snack. Afterwards we can start looking for the main meal.

>>27603509
Left, lets see if we can find someone who has "exotic" tastes

> Goth gift shop
Ah well, an Athame should do the job too.
>>27603509
[X]Right, where you fit in.
No time… no time…

As frenetic and lively as the dance floor is, it also is the place where the most couples and small groups hang out; snacking or sucking down soft drinks on the periphery, dancing, along, in pairs or groups, shouting conversations over the music, and relaxing after being so active. As crowded as it is, and as brightly lit as it is, you won't look too terribly out of place, given the sheer volume of anime based cosplay that have Lolita themes. And perhaps something to drink and nibble on will relax you long enough to find someone.

The biggest problem in looking for....the sort of person you need is the fact that in crowded places there are too many people to chose from. It's easy if you were just looking for someone to hang out with, or meet and greet, but with the hunger you have it becomes a careful song and dance. There are three ways to go about it that you've used before: the Group, the Loner, and the Fifth Wheel.

The first is the easiest, but takes longer. It is as simple as introducing yourself and making friends. Hopefully you can catch someone's eye and become close with a group of people, giving you chances to form friendships, even if eventually you have to ea – LEAVE. Leave them. But an unfortunate disappearance can also induce even closer ties, and you've worked through entire lines of kith in such a manner. You didn't have to deal with this....uncertainty.

Loners were the easiest, but unfortunately they were also the least likely to be satisfying. They were hunters too, and unfortunately, while in this day and age it might be considered a service to the community to make such people disappear, unfortunately such people were rarely capable of forming any sort of bond. Nor were you able to bond with then, in the past. It moved to quickly. Still, in this situation it might be the best way to cope. You try to still your shaking hands, thankful the gloves prevented you from cutting your palms open with your nails.

[Con't]

>>27603750
The best were the ones who were part of a group but not close to another person in the group – the hangers on, the fifth wheels. The ones who could be approached as part of a group, but could become close. They tended to be younger, but you can survive that, as long as they were not to young, or at least they were boys. Perhaps, live with yourself for it was a better way to think of it. They formed quick attachments and they made it easier to blend into the group, become part of it. And they were often lonely, like yourself.

A sudden sharp spasm, a cramping of your guts reminds you that consideration is taking precious time away from you. You could try something desperate....

[] A Group.
[] A Loner.
[] A Fifth Wheel.
[] Other.

>>27603767
[x] A Group.

>>27603767
>[] A Loner.
fift wheel is too dungerous since we'll get the attention of the others. A loner would be best, a bigger group would work too since it'd be too hectic for one person to be noticed much.

>>27603767

Loner. We're hungry right now.

>>27603767
I don't think we have time to "build" a relationship so we must go for the loner

The most obvious – PREY, is what rips through your mind, as your guts twist painfully in obscene hunger – is a man who sits at a table by himself, sipping a coke. He's hunting. It's obvious to you, you know the look because you wear it yourself all too often. He probably just wants a one night stand, or a quicky, but it would be enough. Convincing him he's not going to get arrested might be a little difficult, he's at least 30, or a hardened 20. Still, he's nicely dressed, in leather and studs, tight jeans. He works out, quite a bit, and he's got the look of someone who cares about his body. The hair grease and the spray on tan don't really help though. At least, despite the flamboyant jeans-jacket with colorful styling and extra belts, he's watching the women and the girls, and not other men. And he is watching them dance and play with very greedy eyes, despite his stoic expression.

The other prominent target for your attentions is a woman in her thirties, who is dressed in elegant white reminiscent of a 70's or 80's space-queen in one of Corman's space-slaughter films. Not that you have ever watched a movie – they make your head hurt, though you have seen photographs on the internet. The soft feathering along the edges of the translucent white silk shifts with every slight movement, and the costuming underneath is glitter and chains, skin tight from elbows to neck to knees, and flowing lose beyond that. What makes her intriguing is how she watches the other young women on the left side of the club from her position at the side of the dance floor: possessively, admiring their costumes and activities, frowning faintly when they make the slightest faux pas in their rigidly defined world of alternative couture. The matron of the arts, who might be looking for a fledgling to take under her wing and teach. But separated from them, either by choice or ostracized for one reason or another.

[Con't.]

>>27603966
The most important thing is that neither of them have any other hangers on, rings on their fingers that aren't purely decorative, and they are both separate from the throngs. Isolated and looking, admiring from a distance. On the other hand, there are dancers on the floor, people whom you could bump into accidentally or who might no be attentive enough to where they are going. Younger, true, but less wary, and certainly easier to....it's painful, knowing how this has to end. But you start walking towards

[] The Man.
[] The Woman.
[] Oops, sorry sir.
[] Oops, sorry miss.
[] ?

>>27604006
>[x] Oops, sorry sir.

The man won't still our hunger at all and the woman might be to difficult in our famished state.

>>27604006
[x] Oops, sorry sir.
Yeah the man looks like an easier prey.

>>27604006
>[] The Man.

>>27604006

Man.

>>27604123
Thats not a vote for the man though. Its a vote for bumping into some dancing guy.

>>27604006

[X]Oops, sorry sir.
>>27604027

Yea. We're not into girls so that blasted spirit won't be satisfied if we just eat a female.lo

>>27604006
>[] Oops, sorry sir.
We haven't got our knife, doubt we could take on the athlete.

>>27604174
That doesn't count for adults. Little girls is what we aren't interested in.

>>27604197
Meh, whatever. Not going down this route.

We got an ID that proves we're sixteen, that should be enough to convince him we're not gonna be a ticket to jail for him.
[X] The man.

You start towards the man; he's sitting at a table closer to the Dark Side of the club (it really is easy to start calling them by capitals, isn't it?) where he fits in more with the Harajuku type, despite being older than most of them. Or at least looking older than most of them, he might be tough. Still, you've worked with less before, and at this point, you are so desperate you might just give in to the worst.

Then you see someone else. It's Tuxedo Mask, again, dancing like there's no tomorrow, style, or anyone else watching. It's actually kind of funny, and you catch yourself smiling despite the idea that you might let him accidentally bump into you. That might be for the best. He seemed nice enough before, after-

THUD

The high pitched squeal is bad enough but the terrible shock of cold is enough to set your brain on fire. You are soaked, absolutely soaked, and if you had any sort of décolletage there would most certainly be ice in it. The plastic cup rolls back and forth in front of your face, and you are lying face first in a sticky, freezing cold puddle. White hot fury burns through your mind as you push yourself up on your hands and glare at the shimmery magical girl in hot pink chrome and white. The pounding in your head is accompanied by a pulsing, vibrant fire in your body, and the expression on your face makes the girl recoil, her face going white, the other cup near her hand, also emptied. All you can think about is grabbing her breasts, your fingers sinking into those soft mounds of fat, tearing her open and

>>27604372
“Are you okay?” That warm, concerned voice is directed at you, and a firm hand grasps your wrist, helping you to your knees. Your head is spinning as the fury fades as quickly as it came, leaving you wet, coated in sugar, and feeling thoroughly and deeply miserable. How did you end up like this? Stalking strangers on a crowded dance floor, hungering for things people shouldn't be forced to eat. Your eyes start to burn, and the sobs start welling up. “Oh, hey, it's not that bad....come on, let's....let's get you cleaned up.”

Others are helping the other girl up, and she's scrambling to get away from you, that momentary glimpse into the face of pure, unadulterated evil too much for her. “Never mind her, she's always been a klutz,” the voice says and you look up into blue eyes framed by dark hair. “Don't worry, I don't bite,” he says, hardly aware of the irony of saying that to you. You struggle to smile, but it doesn't come; you drop your eyes, and feel heat along your face where the tears fall silently.

You allow yourself to be helped to your feet by the young man dressed in a sequined suit, a pair of black fuzzy cat ears on his head, and even with tears in your eyes you can see the motorized cat tail swaying back and forth behind him. He's not wearing any makeup, and he's got a simple looking cane. He looks at you, genuinely concerned and you feel the choking despair well up. He's going to die, because he helped you get cleaned up.

[] You can cry now.
[] Choke it down.
[] Let him help you.
[] Run. Quickly.
[] Other.

>>27604443
>[] Let him help you.
Food is food, lets try and get this done with as quickly as possible.

>>27604443
…we're not all that psychopathic after all, huh?

>>27604443
[x] You can cry now.

Hook, line and sinker. Poor guy.

>>27604443

Cry in his arms, tell him some obscure part of the truth that you can let slip. He won't get it, of course. You'll open up to him a bit, feel the relationship grow, the affection. That which is needed for the hunger.

>>27604443
[X] Try not to cry. Fail. Cry a lot.
We gotta tug on his figurative heartstrings before we get to his literal ones.

>>27604443
[ x ] You can cry now.
[ x ] Let him help you.

>>27604443
let him help you

>>27604443
>[] You can cry now.
>[] Let him help you.
We are going to feed on his sweet and caring self.

The tears start to fall, and you keep telling yourself it's just knowing that he's going to be food, that it's a ruse, that it's not the loneliness and pain....but you can feel it, reaching through your arms as you hold onto him, allow him to help you up and guide you off the dance floor, the racking sobs in your chest that mesh seamlessly with the convulsing hungry thing trying to climb out your throat and tear into his. He takes out a couple of napkins and holds them out to you, and you wipe your eyes, then your nose, the crying jag quiet but intense. He's talking to you, trying to comfort you, and most of it slips past your attention, which is focused on not screaming your head off and tearing some...something apart.

“Here, we can go in here.” The unisex bathroom is deserted currently. It isn't a surprise they're somewhat new and not a lot of people trust them, especially with the other bathrooms across the way. He tsks mildly, looking at your ruined dress. “Well, you can probably get all that out at a dry cleaners. Is that real silk? Oh, yeah, thats....” He tsks again, and looks up at you, though his eyes were lingering over the badly soaked silk covering your breasts and the dark material of the corseting. Not that you blame him.

Rather than be brazen, he coughs and has the grace to not only be embarrassed, but admit, “Yeah, sorry, I couldn't help it. You look adorable, and you have to admit, it's not every day a guy has a pretty girl to rescue from the terrors of magical girls and soda spills.” You manage a half-laughing sob as your savior turns away to grab some paper towels. You hitch up your skirt just a little to look at your dress more closely, turning to the side.

>>27604916
He comes back and kneels, and if you had the capacity for embarrassment, you might blush. Instead, all you can see is his vulnerable neck, the soft hair falling at the line where a garrote could be pulled tight. He's trying to pat out the soda in the lace and silk of your dress, and his hand rests on your thigh – the outside, thank the Gods. He looks startled and pulls his hand away. “What's that?” He glances up at you and you become aware of something hard and cool along your leg. It's been there a while. You don't know how you forgot about it.

You have no idea what it IS, either.

[] Play shy, get his attention.
[] It's not important, you need to leave, would he mind...
[] You should find out what you have there.
[] Other.

Rolled 79

>>27604937
>>27604937
"it's my penis"

>>27604937
>[x] Play shy, get his attention.
Just some protection. You never know, after all. Nothing a nice guy like him needs to worry about

>>27604937
[ x ] Play shy, get his attention.
Thats almost definitely the razor. Just distract him from it. Then weshould work on taking him out of here to somewhere we could 'enjoy' some time alone.

>>27604937

[X] You should find out what you have there.

Investigate.

>>27604937
>[X] Play shy, get his attention.

It's our razor, we must have hidden it there

>>27604937
>[] Play shy, get his attention.
Probably the razor, definitely shouldn't pull that out here.

Play shy

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You have little doubt that you know what it is. You don't remember putting it there, but you must have. You can feel it now, the unusual tightness of the garterless stocking's gather around your right leg, the feel of the stainless steel handle pressed along your skin. Your heart is racing again as you wipe away your tears, and shyly ask him if he would mind walking you home. It's not far, but you don't want to be alone looking....like....

Like the true paragon of youthful enthusiasm, he stands up and takes the paper towels away from you, throwing them away. “Nonsense, I can give you a ride. If it's not that far to walk, it will be less far to drive.” He suddenly is flushed, his cheeks – and ears, which under different circumstances might be cute, but now just makes your stomach – and the hideous hunger beneath it – turn slowly. “I mean, uh, if you don't mind riding in a car with a complete stranger.” His face turns even more red.

“I don't mind. You can call me Sibylline. And you are?” Your would be hero, who is rescuing you from a fate worse than death, did he but know it, grins and relaxes quite a bit.

“Sam. Samuel really. Sam's fine though.” He offers you his hand as someone else walks into the room, and though he's obviously self-conscious about it, he tries his level best to ignore them as he bows over your hand and kisses the air above your knuckles. “At your service, my lady,” he adds, much to the amused chuckles and giggles of the....you're not sure if those are girls or boys going to the stall. You step closer and you can almost hear the blood rushing to his head. You can certainly see it rushing to his face.

“Please....”

[] Just walk me to the door.
[] Take me home.
[] Accept this token of my appreciation.
[]Other

>With that, we end this mornings terrors with a straightrazor at our side, and a handsome young fellow who is going to die....I will stay another half hour to answer questions.

I'll be running next Saturday, at 8:30 AM. I'll work on adding a twitter to post onto the Quest twitter page. Or something.

>>27605325
>[X] Accept this token of my appreciation.
May as well

Rolled 76

>>27605375
So where did you get the idea of loli wendigo quest?

also
>Take me home

>>27605457
Some anon in a quest thread asked when Adult Loli Cannibal Quest was.

I couldn't get it out of my head. And it makes for good practice.

>>27605325
[] Accept this token of my appreciation.
What does this vote mean exactly ?

>>27605699
A kerchief, monogrammed of course.. He's playing the dashing gentleman, and you are an elegant princess.

Just one that wants to eat him.

Of course it could be dictated by Other votes.

Pastebin is updated. We'll see how things turn out next Saturday.

>>27605325
[x] Accept this token of my appreciation.

>>27605375
Twitter page for announcing when next thread is about to begin would be much appreciated. Following your US TZ hurts my head.

>>27605325
>[x] Accept this token of my appreciation.
Slow and steady, right? Build up his feelings before you feed.
Also, only three hours of quest makes me sad. I want more, dammit...

>>27606147
11:30am 4chan time?

But I'll work on a twitter. Hateful thing.

>>27606277
I've worked 8 hours, and ran this, and I have to be up and gone from her in 4. Sundays are hard. But I'll try for longer next time. As long as it is being enjoyed.

>>27606526
Wait, I have to be gone from her in 2 hours. Oh well.

In any case, enjoy your days and nights, and I am off. Thread has been archived.

FYI I don't think we can afford to go slowly. We need this guy in our belly right now. We need to have him take us home, get him in our apartment, then do the deed.

>>27607472
We should make him walk home with us though. Otherwse his car will be parked outside of our place.