>>39735937
>didn't bring your own phone.
Paranormal shit always makes phones and other electronic devices go haywire. Better to play it safe.

>Take some time to look around town and relax.
Scope out the area, for now. Also maybe get some fish and chips.

>>39735937
>didn't bring your phone. It wouldn't be good to leave identification information behind, and you can still call the police and your mysterious employer through the phone.
>You make your way directly to the brothel. You need to get there over with as quickly as possible.

>>39735937
>didn't bring your phone. It wouldn't be good to leave identification information behind, and you can still call the police and your mysterious employer through the phone.

>You make your way directly to the brothel. You need to get there over with as quickly as possible.

>>39735937
>didn't bring your phone. It wouldn't be good to leave identification information behind, and you can still call the police and your mysterious employer through the phone.

>You take your time to look around town and relax. You can't risk making mistakes.

Look around, relax.
>>39735980
>>39736173

Directly go.
>>39735991
>>39736101

And no personal phone, duh.

I'll try to combine both, writing.

You walk down the streets of the city, the decently tall buildings rising up around you as you make your way toward your destination. It's kind of weird to think that such a modern town would have something like a brothel in it, but you guess it's because this is one of the counties in Nevada that allows prostitution.

You didn't bring your phone, of course. It would be awkward trying to explain why you were in Nevada if you dropped your phone and someone somehow managed to to ship it back to you. Besides, it would give away your identity too and you made sure not to bring any IDs with you, as per your employer's suggestion.

The Twilight Realm makes itself visible as you glimpse it in the distance. If it hadn't been for the large yet somehow tasteful flashing neon sign in the front, you wouldn't have known that the sleek and modern building with grey walls and reflective windows was a whorehouse. In fact, it looks more like an office building, which makes it fit nicely into the surroundings.

You take your time and walk around the block, reviewing the information you had been given in your head and generally looking around for any convenient alleys and streets in case you need to make a quick getaway. The thought of having to run from people chasing you nearly makes you jittery again, but you make yourself calm down before you can have second thoughts.

The target, you remember, is supposed to be some sort of fae, with minor "glamour" abilities that let her change her appearance to be very attractive to almost anyone. Although, rather than actual "magical" glamour, it's more along the lines of belief-based body modification, but you suppose that's just a technicality.

(1/2)

You walk down one of the alleyways that seems to lead toward the building. You see that there's an emergency exit on the first floor of the building in the back, and a fire exit with a staircase on each floor. You aren't too sure if people are looking through the windows above you, so you quickly duck out and go back to strolling down the street.

You stop by a food vendor and spend some of the money your employers gave you. The hotdog is a welcome distraction and even somehow manages to calm your nerves, the warmth flooding through you and staving off the cold night.

It's almost 1AM. You've waited long enough, and you doubt there's anything else you can glean from just walking around around. It's probably best to head in now before anyone sees you and asks you what you're doing.

(2/2)

>Head in through the front door, pretend you know what you're doing.
>Reluctantly enter the building, pretend to be looking for a "friend".
>Write-in.

>>39736753
>Head in through the front door, pretend you know what you're doing.

>>39736753
>Reluctantly enter the building, pretend to be looking for a "friend".

>>39736753
>Head in through the front, pretend you know what you're doing.
Just act casual. You're here to entertain yourself.

>>39736753
>Head in through the front door, pretend you know what you're doing.

You can totally pull it off.
>>39736785
>>39736847
>>39736919

Looking for a friend.
>>39736802

Writing.

>>39736753
>Reluctantly enter the building, pretend to be looking for a "friend".
Assuming by 'friend', we mean "friend", wink wink nudge nudge.

>>39737140
Technically, we'll be winking her out of existence and nudging her into a six-foot hole.

So, yes, we're looking for a 'friend'.

Casual, right. You can do this. Those weeks at theatre summer camp during your middle school years will finally be paying off.

You lower your hoodie and straighten your jacket, trying to make yourself as presentable as you can be in a jacket and jeans. This is going to be the first time you're visiting a brothel, and you really hope that it wouldn't be the last. As in, you want to make it out alive, not that you want to visit a brothel again some other time.

The interior is a welcoming shade of grey, the color slightly warmer than the grey on the outside of the building. You sort of expected it to smell at least somewhat like sex, but the air is instead at a comfortable temperature and not humid at all. There's a little waiting area with chairs propped up against the walls, and a counter divides the room and sits in front of a hallway leading deeper into the building.

A woman sits behind the counter, dressed in a sleek black business suit with her hair up in a bun. Her fingers type away on the keyboard in front of her even as she looks up at you. You quickly look away and at the large display behind the counter, the flatscreen scrolling through pictures of available girls in a variety of poses seductive enough to make you blush.

You're immensely glad that you're the only one here at this time. You briefly wonder what your parents would think, skipping studying and going to a brothel, before you realize that you've been staring at the girls for an awfully long time.

(1/3)

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The receptionist coughs, bringing your attention back to her. "Welcome to the Twilight Realm. How may I help you today?"

You give her a hopefully confident smile. "J-just looking around, you know, I'm just here to entertain myself."

You mentally smack yourself in the head even as the words leave your mouth, but the receptionist doesn't seem to mind. In fact, she seems even more sure of the situation as she looks at you closely.

She gives you a reassuring nod. "Looking to experiment, hm? You've come to right place. You see anyone that interests you?"

You stare at her for a moment responding in the affirmative. "Yes? I mean, um, the girl with the orange hair is very pretty."

"Summer?" she asks. "Great, I'll tell her you're coming up."

You glance at the display again to make sure that you've chosen the right person and confirm that the person in question is indeed the one in the dossier given to you.

The receptionist tilts her head and speaks into the microphone on her lapel, then waits for a response before speaking to you again. "I'll need some identification, please, along with whatever method of payment you prefer."

(2/3)

You panic for a moment before realizing that you have the false ID from your employer, fumbling a bit as you hand it over to her. You're glad you looked up the prices beforehand in order to avoid the awkward questions, so you also deposit the necessary amount in a hefty stack of twenty dollars bills, enough for two hours with Summer. The receptionist raises an eyebrow at the amount in cash, but doesn't comment as she compares the photo on the ID to your current appearance.

>You disguised yourself by: (Choose any number)
>>Dyeing your hair a jumble of neon colors beforehand
>>Slathering on makeup to make your skin blemish-free
>>Putting on some fake piercings
>>Putting on fake tattoos
>>Fake glasses.
>>Write-in.

The photo matches what you look like, of course. You took a picture of yourself and sent it to your employers, who altered the photo to make it usable and created a fake state ID for you.

Apparently deeming your ID acceptable, she hands you a little slip of paper with the room number on it and gives you the directions to her room. "Down the hallway and to your right, room 10."

You thank her and slip the paper into your pocket before walking down the hallway. It's probably a good sign that you can't hear anything behind the doors you pass by. Or maybe it's bad?

(3/3)

>You make your way directly to her room
>You explore your surroundings
>Write-in.

>>39737957
>Fake glasses.
works for Superman


>You make your way directly to her room

>>39737957
>>Dyeing your hair a jumble of neon colors beforehand
>>Putting on some fake piercings
>>Fake glasses.
>You explore your surroundings

>>39737933
Something is uncanny valley about her appearance but I can't tell what.
>>39737957
>Slathering on Makeup
>Fake Glasses
Lets go Meganekko.
>You make you way directly to her room.

>>39737957
>Fake glasses.
>Dyeing your hair a jumble of neon colors beforehand

>You make your way directly to her room

>>39737957
>>Fake glasses.
>>Slathering on makeup to make your skin blemish-free

>You make your way directly to her room

>>39737957
>>Slathering on makeup to make your skin blemish-free
>>Putting on some fake piercings

>You make your way directly to her room

>>39737933
Why is this fae semen demon working in a brothel anyway?

>>39738065
she likes cock?

>>39738065
More semen?
She's good for the position?
Blackmail politically powerful gentlemen?

>>39738192
>>39738220
Yeah but she should easily be able to find some rich sugar daddy/momma or something with her magical looks + fae wiles and ingenuity surely. Admittedly it'd also be riskier but still.

>>39738028
Probably the mouth being too scrunched over to her right side of her face, I think. Or the bit between her nostrils looks like it connects too far down, and the far nostril is curving inwards too much.

Put everything onto your face. Glasses are good.
>>39737972
>>39737980
>>39738028
>>39738039
>>39738052
>>39738065

Going to her room now, then.

Writing.

>>39738261
Maybe this gig is lucrative as fuck?

I mean, it's a themed brothel. Shit's expensive.
But totally worth it.

>>39738261
not into monogamy?
hit it and quit it kind of gal?

>>39738358
Maybe so. Just brainstorming mostly anyway.

>>39738353
Now the question is, are we a master of disguise or do we look like some kind of scene-kid/clown combo?

You make your way directly to her room, not stopping to give yourself a chance to back out. You catch sight of a door labeled SECURITY on your way to her room, but it barely even alarms you as you quickly try to remember your assignment.

Your dossier explained that Summer is wanted for questioning due to the possibility of her being complicit in an attack on a senator. What the senator was doing in the company of prostitutes was left unmentioned, of course, but was implied.

You reassure yourself that your job is simple, really. Your numerous knives strapped to your calves are all made out of pure iron, and a single scratch from them would render your target immobile. They assured you that as long as you didn't do anything to her that would kill a normal human, she would be fine.

You kind of wanted something like a gun or a ballistic knife, but they refused you based on the concerns that it would be too dangerous to you or the target.

Just a scratch, you repeat to yourself. The knives are nice and sharp, so it wouldn't be an issue of whether or not they would penetrate clothing or skin. The only problem would be finding the right time to actually hurt her. After all, she was a supernatural creature, classified as a fae, and it would possibly be fatal to underestimate her.

You arrive at her door, the orange nameplate on the it clearly spelling out Summer's name.

You feel a little lightheaded as you finally realise that by the end of tonight, you'd have real, solid proof as to whether or not these supernatural creatures exist. Sure, you frequent a chatroom and a forum where people post grainy pictures and first-person accounts of fae sightings, and sure, you got the job offer along with a nice sum of cash and the possibility of future employment, but now you would finally be convince yourself, one-hundred percent, that these beings were real, and not just some made-up things from overactive imaginations or an elaborate prank funded by some wealthy jokers.

(1/2)

Making sure that the pale makeup, the dyed lavender-pink hair, the fake metal studs pierced through your ear and nose, the fake tattoos spiraling down your jaw, and the fake pink glasses perched on your nose were all in place, you carefully press the buzzer next to the door.

Not a moment later, the door opens and a woman stands in the entrance, her shock of messy orange hair immediately identifying her as none other than Summer.

You can't help but stare at her outrageous appearance. She's draped in a sheer yellow fabric that barely covers her assets and leaves her chest and stomach exposed. Golden-orange strips run down the length of her body and the side of her face in swirls that seem to almost glow, giving her a mysterious and otherworldly look.

She's a taller than you too, you realize as you look up at her. You're not that short, a good five-foot six, but she's still a few inches taller than you.

She makes the first move. "Hello," she breathes, hints of citrusy perfume wafting your way.

You unconsciously take a deep breath to breath the scent in before you can stop yourself. Luckily, your mind seems to be as clear as ever, the perfume not affecting your mental functions and just smelling nice.

What do you do?

>Make a bold first move, take the lead and head into her room, push her out of her rhythm
>Let her lead you in, allow her to lower her guard
>Shank her right now
>Write-in.

(2/2)

>>39738873
>Let her lead you in, allow her to lower her guard

>>39738873
>Let her lead you in, allow her to lower her guard

>>39738873
>Let her lead you in, allow her to lower her guard

>Luckily, your mind seems to be as clear as ever, the perfume not affecting your mental functions and just smelling nice.
That seems strange. Also, we're a supernatural amateur? Oh boy, this is sure to go great.

>>39738873
>Let her lead you in, allow her to lower her guard

>>39738873
>Make a bold first move, take the lead and head into her room, push her out of her rhythm
Well, I gotta be off to sleep. Concept has potential so I'll look forward to seeing how things have turned out tomorrow!

>>39739039
Good night, thank you for playing!

>>39738873
>Let her lead you in, allow her to lower her guard.
Don't shank her unless we know she's supernatural, for all we know, the person who gave us this job is trying to trick some gullible bystander into killing someone.

>>39739090
>turns out she's a regular prostitute who overheard something confidential/threatened to blackmail the senator and someone figured throwing a nutso supernatural conspiracy believer at the problem would be the solution

>>39739135
It may not be the plan most likely to succeed but if it succeeds or fails then there is enough distance that the perpetrator is unlikely to get caught for it.

>>39738873
>You unconsciously take a deep breath to breath the scent in before you can stop yourself. Luckily, your mind seems to be as clear as ever, the perfume not affecting your mental functions and just smelling nice.
That's how it gets ya! Bet we're under the influence already.

>>39739204
Indeed, though it DOES warn the target.
But of course this is a quest, with supernatural creatures (probably), so what would be a retarded plan in real life is less so here. And also I've seen plenty of articles showing real people are batshit insane anyway so hell, I'm sure something like this has happened before.

Let her (attempt to) seduce you.
>>39738912
>>39738955
>>39739006
>>39739026
>>39739090

Take the lead.
>>39739039

Writing.

"H-hi," you manage to squeak out.

She giggles and grabs your hand, gently pulling you into the room and closing the door behind you. The room's layout is similar to a hotel room, with a bathroom on your right and the rest of the room an open area. The walls are illuminated with a soft orange light from the two floor lamps that also highlight the colors of the large bed that takes up most of the floor space. There's a nightstand next to the bed, with an assortment of bottles on top of it that seem to be some sort of oil.

"I'm Summer," she purrs, sitting down on the bed. "Although I suppose you already knew that. What's your name?"

You take a seat next to her, your heart pounding in your chest as you try to remember the name on the fake ID. Your REAL name is

>Alana
>Kira
>Rachel
>Write-in.

—but you give her the fake name instead.

"Ummm," you stall for a moment before remembering. "I'm Rose."

(1/2)

Summer grins at you. "Nice to meet you, Rose." She leans over and wraps her arms around you, her breath hot against your neck. "A lovely name for such a lovely girl."

Little doubts begin to creep into your mind as she moves closer to you, making you wonder if you're taking things too far. You entertain the thought of jumping out of bed and running out of the room for a moment. It wasn't as though you were obligated to do anything, as they had already given you part of the money and made sure you understood that performing the job would be a voluntary decision.

But thinking like that would lead you nowhere. You strengthen your resolve and decide to soldier on. Hell, you were already in this deep, so you might as well see things through. Leaving now would only raise suspicion.

"Is this your first time with a girl?" Summer whispers.

"Yes," you admit.

"Splendid," she murmurs. She takes your hand in her smooth palm, making you twitch, and places your hand on her thigh, uncomfortably close to her... place. "So, what do you want to do?"

You're beginning to feel a little warm yourself.

>Ask questions
>Uhh... massage! Those were massage oils, right?
>It's getting hot, gotta get these clothes off.
>Stabbity stab
>Write-in.

>>39739498

Carla?

>>39739522
>Uhh... massage! Those were massage oils, right?
Offer to give her a massage, say we enjoy it, use opportunity to stabby-stab.

>>39739498
>Rachel

>>39739522
>It's getting hot, gotta get these clothes off.

>>39739498
>Ella

>>39739522
>>It's getting hot, gotta get these clothes off
but suddenly,
>>Stabbity stab

>>39739562
remember we have knives strapped to our thighs so removing clothes sounds like a bad idea

>>39739498
>Alana
>>39739522
>Ask Questions

>>39739522
>Uhh... massage! Those were massage oils, right?
>Ask questions
And I'll go with Rachel, sure.

Carla
>>39739536

Rachel
>>39739562
>>39739784

Ella
>>39739571

Alana
>>39739651

Take clothes off, then stab I assume.
>>39739562
>>39739584

Ask questions to make sure she's actually a fae
>>39739651

Massage then stab
>>39739550

So I'm going with Rachel for the name, and taking off clothes and then stabbing for the action. Any objections?

>>39739498
>Rachel

>Uhh... massage! Those were massage oils, right?
>Ask questions

>>39739857
By objections, I mean changes in votes for names or actions, because I there were a lot of different choices.

>>39739880
Well I dunno if assuming >>39739562 meant stab rather than he just forgot we had knives is fair, and also you didn't count the non-name votes in >>39739784

>>39739880
I don't truthfully give half a shit about the name, but would like to clarify that I meant the nonlethal kind of stab.

>>39739873
>>39739784
>>39739651
>>39739550

Okay, sorry, counting again:

Massage, then questions, then non-lethal stab at opportune time okay with you guys?

And Rachel seems to be the dominant vote.

>Also taking write-ins for questions to ask.

>>39739947
stab to paralyze then ask questions

>>39739947
Sure, I'm a bit apprehensive about the stab since we haven't confirmed she's a Fae yet, but it got votes so.

>>39739947
Works for me.

Ask why she's working here.
How long she's been doing it.
How she likes it.
What she does in her spare time.

Be as awkward as possible

>>39739947
Ask how experienced she is with girls, segue into how long she's worked here and where she came from (make it look like we're trying to get over our nervousness by connecting a bit and make it more friendly less awkward).

Works for me.

>>39739947
Ask if there's anything she won't do, to stall a bit while we get a look around the room (not that it'd likely have many clues, but still). Also the other questions brought up are good.

"Those massage oils look nice," you blurt out, your mind going to whatever was on hand at the moment.

In one smooth action, she plucks one of the bottles off of the nightstand and flicks the top off, pouring a small amount onto her palm. She brings it close to your nose, allowing you to take a whiff. It smells like her, like oranges and somehow warmth, and makes you relax a bit.

"Would you like me to give you a massage? Or—" she winks "—do you want to touch me?"

You stare, mesmerized, as the oil drips between her fingers and onto her smooth thighs in long strings of liquid. The perfume of the oil seems to spread through the room, rendering everything but Summer a blurry haze as you focus on her.

You shake your head a little and blink a few times, opening your eyes to find that your vision is back to normal. Must be your anxiety, you decide. You haven't heard of any low-level fae being able to manipulate the minds of other people.

She laughs—a clear, lilting sound soothing your mind as she reaches toward you and tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, her fingernails running down the side of your face and sending shivers through your body.

(1/3)

"Make a decision," she says, moving her lips closer to yours, her honey-brown irises filling your vision.

You're pretty sure that you aren't gay or even bisexual, but Summer is really making you question yourself. Unable to think of anything else, you try to stall for time.

"O-other than massaging, is there anything else you do? I-I mean, is there anything you won't do?"

She pauses, skittering her fingers down your neck. Her lips curve upwards as she shows a bit of teeth, her tongue licking her lips as she considers your question. You take the time to quickly glance around the room and see if there's anything that can tell you more about what exactly she is. There doesn't seem to be anything obvious, but you do notice that the body paint along her face and body seem to be slightly brighter, although that's probably a trick of light as she tilts her head in response to your question.

"A little adventurous, are we?" she says, seeming a little pleased. "Well, I can't say I wouldn't enjoy doing naughty things with a girl like you."

Oookay, maybe you need to back up a little before you end up gagged and bound to the bed.

"W-wait, let's just do the massage first," you quickly protest. "I don't even know if I like..."

Your words die in your mouth as she delicately spills a bit of oil down her chest, the fluid trickling between her generous breasts and pooling in her navel before becoming hidden behind the sheer fabric.

(2/3)

She laughs again, the sound pleasing to your ears. "I'll stop teasing you now, Rose. Come on, take off your clothes and I'll give you a massage wherever you want."

You can't stop blushing as you take off your sweatshirt and the t-shirt underneath, leaving your bra on. "Just my back is fine," you quickly tell her.

She hums noncommittally as she has you lie facedown on the bed. You brace for the cold oil, but you find that to your surprise, the oil is quite warm, the application of it already making you nice and loose.

You ask her a few questions, groaning in between them as she works out a kink in your back or touches a particularly sensitive area. She opens up rather quickly to you, seemingly having nothing to hide. Apparently she's been working here for only a few months, but plans to probably stay a little longer as the place pays well and keeps their employees safe. She likes to go clubbing her in spare time, and offers to take you along sometime which you promise to think about. She's lived in a small town in somewhere in the middle of Nevada that you don't recognize for most of her life, but after she graduated high school she moved into this town and tried to find a job somewhere before settling into this profession.

And yes, she's had a lot of experience with girls.

While you're still recovering from the massage and the implications of the last question, she begins to slowly strip, allowing you to see every movement and curve.

"We're all ready and warmed up now, aren't we?" she says, wiping her hands down on a towel. "Let me have some fun now."

You lay there, panting a little, as you watch her slowly lean toward you, her fingers hooking into the top of your jeans. Honest to say, it's a little hard to resist her offer at this point. A large portion of your mind is screaming for you to let her go through with it and that you can deal with the consequences afterwards.

(3/4)

>Let her do what she wants to you
>Get up, turn the tables on her in a fun and playful manner (Roll 1d100)
>Get up and stab her (non-lethally) now, before it's too late (Roll 1d100)
>Stab her lethally! (Roll 1d100)
>Write-in.

(4/4)

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>39740853
>Get up, turn the tables on her in a fun and playful manner (Roll 1d100)

still not 100% on her being fae

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>39740853
>Get up, turn the tables on her in a fun and playful manner (Roll 1d100)
Just rolled a 98 in a roll under system, so let's see the three here.

Best of three by the way, sorry.

>>39740853
>>Get up, turn the tables on her in a fun and playful manner (Roll 1d100)

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>39740936

shit rolls

RNGesus was not with us

So... This is roll under, right?

>>39740872
>>39740880
>>39740953

Welp. Also, forgot about choices affected by rolls, so next time I'll be asking for a roll after the choice.

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>>39741010
...not this time?

Captcha wants to give you roses...

>>39741006
Oh over, sorry. I like the satisfaction of rolling over things better, sorry.

>>39741046
No, I guessed. But I guy can dream, right?

>>39741043
Well, I suppose this time it doesn't matter because most of the other choices had to roll too.

>>39741065
To be fair, it can still effect how dating our choices are.
But, don't actually call for a reroll, I'm just bitching for the sake of it.

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>39740826
>Shank her now, before it's too late!

Sorry, I had business to attend to.

>>39741180
Jesus Christ.

Captcha wants to make me fat. It's given me ice cream, burgers, and cake all fuckjng night.

Obviously dice want Summer to pretty much rape MC until she likes it.

Magic.

>>39741299
>this is the 2nd quest I've seen the dice push the /u/ option

La vie c'est drôle

You feel her fingers begin to slip under your jeans, teasing underneath the fabric of your panties. With not a small amount of exertion, you manage to flip yourself over and pull her hand away, ending up with you lying face-up, your modest chest heaving as you pant.

Unfortunately, you seem to have lost the energy to be able to do anything else. Your vision is a daze as she unhooks your bra and and exposes your breasts to the warm air, her fingers tracing delicate patterns over them as she leans in for a kiss.

Unable to resist, you can't help but softly groan as her lips meet yours, her palm gently caressing your cheek. Your eyes widen as her lips feel like their burning yours, but in a good way.

She continues the kiss even as she undresses you with her other hand, the buttons of your jeans being undone as she slides them down to reveal your plain grey panties. A finger strokes your entrance through the fabric, the sensations quickly wearing down the last of your resistance.

A little bit of clarity enters your mind as she forces her tongue into your mouth, the velvety sensation startling you awake.

If you don't act now, you don't know when you could find the will to resist again.

>Let her continue, see what she does.
>Push her away, tell her she's going too fast
>Now's the time, stabbity stab
>Write-in.

Also, if the quality is bad sorry, I can't into lewd and did not expect this result.

>>39741500
>Now's the time, stabbity stab

>>39741500
> Steb beetch

>>39741500
>did not expect this result

You must be new here.

> shank!

>>39741500
>Now's the time, stabbity stab

she doesn't really seem all that dangerous.

but I already fapped today...

>>39741500
Actually the quality is alright. I'm not in favor of lewds, but if they're okay, I won't complain.

>Stabity stab-stab, stab stab!

>>39741553
Well, the chances of rolling that low on a 3d100 are <5% haha.

>>39741500
>this stabs the fae

>>39741500
>>Now's the time, stabbity stab
Just a nick, nothing more. No need to seriously hurt her.

>>39741588
The point still stands.

>>39741500
>Push her away, tell her she's going too fast.
Gotta keep our mind active.

do we have cold iron?

>>39741662
Yes, the knives are pure iron.

>>39741611
You should probably say it outright if RL isn't getting it.

>>39741588
He means having the lewds options at all. Most of the time, we have lewds as often as possible when the QM writes them. Mostly because by the time they come up, we're invested in the characters and want to see them get it on. The exception to this rule seems to be a different quest that runs every few days, Will of the Ice. We've been given the oppurtunity 3 times within less than 5 threads, I think, and it took the 3rd time for someone to push for lewds.

>>39741662
>>39741676
Yes, but is it cold? The warmth in the room/body temperature makes me worry.

>>39741676
I think he means Cold as in cold forged.

>>39741721
>>39741699
Cold iron usually seems to refer to cold-forged iron, which is the process of forging iron at low temperatures like room temperature. However, the term "cold iron" was just a fancy way to refer to "iron" and used in various folklore and such.

In this case, cold iron just means pure iron, whether cold-forged or not.


Shanking, stabbing, preferably non-lethally
>>39741510
>>39741529
>>39741553
>>39741560
>>39741566
>>39741590
>>39741607

Slow down!
>>39741641

I think we have consensus, OP.

>>39741721
I'm going to assume that they're cold wrought and cold temperature to account for any variations in mythos. Basically, these knives will work as fey stabbers.

>>39741795
Oh yeah, I meant to add that I'm writing now.

>>39741800
Cold wrought iron will come into use much, much later.

>>39741510
>>39741529
>>39741553
>>39741560
>>39741566
>>39741590
>>39741607

I'm an idiot, forgot to say roll a 1d100.

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>39741853

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>39741853

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>39741853
Forgive me if this fucks up, haven't rolled in a while.

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>39741853

>>39741876
There is no forgiving that roll.

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>39741853

>>39741888
'S why I never roll

>>39741876
You shouldn't have said anything, you might've rolled higher.

>>39741872
I'll take a 70 over the 30s we got earlier.

>>39741819
Oh boy. Wait, you do know you can't forge anything cold, right? Forging by definition to reshape means to heat it up. So cold iron should be wrought instead. Ah fuck it, just write away, I don't think anyone will care.

>>39741932
Cold-forging seems to be an okay term to use:

http://www.thomasnet.com/articles/custom-manufacturing-fabricating/hot-forging-cold-forging

Room temperature forging?

But you're right, I'll use wrought in the future for more clarity.

>>39741932
Fantasy! Wooooo! Fuck logic!

>>39741932
That's why truly cold iron is made via cold fusion

>>39741972
As pointed out by >>39741981, I'm really being pedantic, so don't worry so much. I think we're all on the same page on what you mean.

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>>39741972

Just say it's magic, you ain't got to explain shit.

>>39742010
...that's one of the best ideas I've ever heard.

You need to stop this now. It feels as though the longer you go on, the more control she's going to have over you, and that's going to be a really big problem if she really is a fae.

With a herculean burst of effort, you push her off of you and scoot backwards on the bed a little, a hand going to the jeans around your knees that are currently barely hiding the knives underneath. You pretend to be pulling up your pants as you look at her and shake your head.

"Too fast," you pant, your face flushed and a bit of drool on your chin. "Slow...down... please..."

Summer pouts a little, bringing her finger up to her nose and breathing in deeply.

"Rose, you must allow me to indulge," she purrs, a predatory expression coming over her face as she crawls toward you.

You hurriedly wipe the line of drool off your face and ignore the sensations going on down there as you fumble around until you grasp the handle of your knife.

The predatory expression is suddenly gone from her face, a smiling, calm, welcoming Summer there instead, as though she wasn't looking like she wanted to ravish you until you screamed for mercy. For a moment you just want to leap into her arms and apologize and give yourself up to her.

(1/2)

But you focus harder and the mask flickers, her expression flipflopping and making you slightly nauseous until you finally break the illusion and make her face settle on an shocked expression.

Before she can react, you pull the knife out of its sheath and lunge forward, managing to put a nasty gash into her left arm before she manages to rip the blade out of your hand. It's the first time you've ever cut a person, you realize belatedly, but even that stops registering as you look at her closely.

You blood runs cold as you see that her fingers are now elongated and tipped with vicious red claws, her palm burnt and blackened from where she momentarily touched the iron. The wound on her left arm isn't healing, the blackened area instead beginning to spread in a vein-like pattern.

Glamour that affected your mind, extremely quick body manipulation, and resistance to iron? You realize that this is no mere low-level fae as you pull out another knife and pull your jeans back up to your waist, taking advantage of the momentary lull while she observes you to button your pants. It's takes a few tries while she waits patiently, your fingers trembling with adrenaline.

"Rose..." Summer says, looking sad. "Don't do this."

You grimace, wondering if she's been playing you the entire time. Nowhere in the dossier did it mention that fae could sense quantities of pure iron, but you're kind of wondering about it now.

Her left arm is hanging loosely by her side, but she doesn't seem to be backing down.

(2/2)

>Ask questions, stall while you think. (Write-in.)
>Don't ask, just run. You clearly have faulty information.
>Write-in.

>>39742377
> "Y-you're services w-were imadequate!"
> Run
Full spaghetti mode go

Really hope she isn't an ass, though.

>>39742377
>Don't ask, just run.
Out a window if we have to. We might have a weakness weapon, but we're not skilled enough to beat a fey if she knows what our tricks are.

>Captcha wants pictures of roses
CAPTCHA IS LEARNING

>>39742377
>Ask questions, stall while you think. (Write-in.)
Th-this... That was supposed to freeze you!
Oh god, I'm sorry, what am I doing!?

>>39742377
>Write In
Grab the fucking knife. Reach out and grab it. If you can snag this son of a bitch, you're probably going to get bonus points.

>>39742496
You pulled out another knife as she waited.

>>39742377
>And what should I do, yes?
>So, what was your interest in the Senator, anyway?

>>39742517
How many do we have?

>>39742517
Oops.
Rephrase - Go for a snaf snaf stabbing with knife two, then try to grab knife one.

Not that it makes any difference, since we all seem to be running. It's the sensible thing to do, in fairness.

>>39742517
By the way - this is going really well, man. I'm loving the pacing and the writing style that you have.

>>39742552
5 inches.

>>39742552
One on each leg, sorry.

>>39742585
Thank you! This is my first time QMing, glad it's going okay.

Ask those questions from above. Why is she doing this?

To those of you who want the fae to talk more, I'd like to remind you - her power depends on us listening to her. The more we listen to her, the more power we give her.

Do an interrogation later, when she's bagged and tagged. Also when there are other people who can help us out. Maybe some Tibetan Monk or something.

>>39742603
I told you, man - just gotta believe in your own justice.

Running
>>39742462
>>39742420

Ask questions
>>39742472
>>39742549
>>39742609

Stab and grab
>>39742566

Writing.

>>39742677
>>39742472
>>39742549
>>39742609

Going with asking.

Ah yes, roll 1d100, best of three.

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>39742698
Well, if we're going to find out her motives, I hope we can at least resist her.

Come on, critical Benjamin.

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>39742698
big bucks no whammies

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>39742698

abysmal rolls people

>>39742728
Any chance I can reroll that shit?

I'll pay you in 4chan Gold, I promise! My cousin works in the council, he says 4chan Gold is gonna be a real thing!

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the dice is clearly telling us that violence is the only answer.

when in doubt
stab it out

>>39742780
Hey, I did better than earlier
>>39742759
>>39741876

Sheesh, the shadowy figures that gave us this mission must not have had much of a pool to choose from. They should have perhaps gotten an actual investigator to look into such a paranormal incident.

>>39742802
But harm a pixie, end up crispy?

>>39742863
Stab a fae,
To feel quite gay.

I think this is an actual Celtic quote. Can't for the life of me find where I got it from...

She's looking at you with such a sad and disappointed expression that you can't help but apologize.

"I-I'm sorry!" you cry out. "That was supposed to knock you out, or something."

She grimaces. "That really hurt, Rose. If you didn't want to continue you should have said something."

Something about that statement bothers you, but you can't seem to remember why.

"Y-you're right," you admit. "I don't even remember why I attacked you. I'm sorry."

"That's okay," she says, smiling, her face warm and kind. "Just come over here, and we'll continue where we left off."

You want to go NOW, but something makes you feel a little hesitant. "Wait, so why were you interested in the senator? I kind of remember that you had something to do with him..."

"He was a twit, nothing more," she says impatiently, a drop of sweat running down the side of her face.

That's not right, you think and say out loud. "T-that's not a good reason to attack—"

Summer growls. "He wanted to hurt my brethren," she pants. "Now, enough of this foolishness and come over here already."

A faint smell of something burning, something vaguely like flesh, fills the room, but Summer looks perfectly fine to you, a smile on her face and her arms open and welcoming. She's perfectly between you and the exit to the hallway.

Her hair falls around her face as she hunches over, one arm keeping her upright on the bed.

>Hey, are you okay? Maybe I should call an ambulance...
>Break free and run.
>Here, maybe a stab will help you feel better.
>Write-in.

>>39743015
>Here, maybe a stab will help you feel better.
>Break free and run.

this is fubar, the int you got was shit

>>39743015
>Hey, are you okay? Maybe I should call an ambulance...

>>39743015
> Throw knife, aim for eye
> Run

Alternatively, we can stab her in the eye. I don't think she's nice.

>>39743015
>Maybe a second stab will make you feel better...
Carve your name into her chest. It'll make her feel much better.

>>39743053
oh shit, someone we stabbed isn't being nice to us. where did this hostile behavior come from?

>>39743015
>Break free and run
She'll kill us to uphold the masquerade if we stay here. RUN!

>>39743081
She's acting quite calm for a stabbed person.

>>39743081
I was hoping we were fooled into attacking a nice fey, but if this is like mythology, I suppose my hopes were misplaced.

>>39743118
We still have a knife, and we doesn't want to provoke a knife wielding woman who just stabbed her out of the blue.

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>>39743015
>Here, maybe a stab will help you feel better.

>>39743120
Fey are only nice when you don't stab them at first and they aren't out to get you in the first place. Her being at a Brothel is prime for being out to get people.

>>39743015
>RUN YOU FOOL

>>39743118
she isn't a person

Stab her eye and run
>>39743043
>>39743053

Stab(?)
>>39743162

Just stab, carve your name into her chest
>>39743080

Just run
>>39743112
>>39743176

Stabbing and running. Roll 1d100, best of three.

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>39743235

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Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>39743235

SATAN'S FLAMING TESTICLES I INVOKE THEE

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>39743235

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>39743235
This whole op is one big Charlie-Foxtrot.

>>39743240
>>39743260
>>39743255

Jesus what

Writing.

>>39743255
Well shit, I guess the dice finally took pity on us

>>39743255
...
Well. I guess doom rider is our thread's patron, now.

>>39743255
Someone watched the Winter Cup.

And we've been blessed by the Doomrider!

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>>39743255
very well

>>39743255

Shit, forgot to clear name field. Oh well, it worked out in the end, eh?

>>39743255
>Scarcock Trollfister
That just raises MORE questions!

>>39743290
Questions that don't need answers. Just accept the Trollfister as your patron for the quest.

"Hey, are you okay?" you ask worriedly.

Summer gasps in pain and clutches her left arm, her hair limp around her head as her face is locked in a rictus of pain. "Just... come over here," she hisses.

You can't see what's wrong with her. She looks perfectly fine to you, as kind and as beautiful as usual, except for the spreading blackness down her left arm and her claw-tipped fingers currently shredding the bedcover into tatters with tiny audible snaps of fabric.

You immediately scramble backwards, you knife brandished in front of you as you finally see the truth. "What have you been doing to me?" you ask, horrified. "You... you can't do that!"

"Insolent... girl," Summer grates, lifting her head and glaring at you. "Had you surrendered, I would have taken my time with you and welcomed you as my child."

"What?" you ask, bewildered. "What are you talking about?"

Summer ignores you as her expression suddenly changes, her face shifting into a mask of regality and disdain as she slides off the bed, her cheekbones highlighted by the gleaming orange swirls now spreading across her face. Her golden-brown irises slowly morph into an orange-red, matching her hair and making your heart thump in terror.

(1/3)

You look for an opening as even as she discards her clothing, her nudeness only distracting you for a moment. Vibrant red tentrils of flesh rise out of her skin and form into form into a sleek set of pauldrons, the flesh continuing down her left arm and forcing the blackened limb to move.

You scream obscenities out of terror as she begins stalking toward you, her left arm raised and her claws aimed forward, spiky needle-shaped implements emerging from her fingertips with beads of liquid forming at the ends.

"You need not fear," she assures you, the red armor on her shoulders expanding and forming some sort of bracers, "I will only exact an equal amount of retribution for my injuries. And after that, we can take all the time in the world to familiarize ourselves with each other."

You scream in response to her words, unable to form a coherent reply, and wildly throw the knife at her. You realize a moment later that throwing away your only weapon might not have been the brightest idea, and dive off of the bed to grab the knife that had been knocked into the corner of the room.

A shriek erupts from behind you. You turn around as quickly and blindly swing the knife, somehow managing to catch her swipe and slice through her fingers, the needle-tipped appendages scattering to the ground as she recoils, clutching the smoking ends of her digits. The knife you threw is sticking partway out of her cheekbone and partially cutting into her eye.

(2/3)

You don't stop there, a sort of sheer panic overcoming you as you rip the other knife out of her eye, sending vitreous humour and tissue fragments all over you, and bring it back down. Summer catches both of the knives on the next swing in her forearms, the wounds smoking and blackening even as the red tendrils desperately try to patch the gaping injuries.

You want no part in whatever she had planned for you and you show it by continuing to hack away at her hands, reducing her fingers to bloody stumps as you drive her backwards into the bathroom. She keeps backing up as you don't stop, allowing the indignation and rage and adrenaline to fuel you.

Her heels hit the back of the bathtub, her good eye opening wide in shock as she falls backward and slams her head against the wall, briefly stunning her. You swing your knives again and only hit air, making you almost stumble and fall on top of her.

You quickly backtrack, your arms feeling like lead weights as you realize that this is an opportunity to escape before she can recover.

"Wait," Summer says, coughing. She doesn't make any attempt to get up. "Please reconsider my offer. You have proved yourself more than worthy of my gift."

(3/3)

>Nope nope nope, just leave, call employers.
>Finish her
>Ask questions, prepare to bail if she makes any sudden moves
>Write-in.

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>>39743844
>Finish her

only good fae is a dead fae

>>39743844
>Ask questions, prepare to bail if she makes any sudden moves
More along the lines of knife to throat, ask questions.
For example: why the senator, why is she working here, what gift.

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>>39743844
Finish her, blood for blood, what's been started must be finished

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>>39743844
>Nope nope nope, just leave, call employers.
We've kept our end. Time to bail.

>>39743844
>Ask questions, prepare to bail if she makes any sudden moves
>>39743844
WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG?

>>39743844
>Ask questions, prepare to bail if she makes any sudden moves
Deals with the devil always work out!

I like how curious I remain about her offer even after all this, so kudos, OP. That said:

>Call employers. Now how to get one without arousing too much suspicion...

>>39743968
>how to get a phone

I swear I meant to finish that thought.

>>39743844
>FINISH HER
Back forward back forward square.

>>39743968
You have a brick burner phone.

No mercy!
>>39743873
>>39743928
>>39743985

What gift?
>>39743924
>>39743946
>>39743963

Leave and call employers, complain about mission
>>39743968
>>39743939

Okay, please respond to this post with a 1 or a 2.

1. Kill her
2. Ask her questions, stay cautious

Also, roll 1d100 either way please! Best of three.

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>39744063
>No mercy!
Never accept a gift from a fae. It's not likely to be something you want.

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>39744063
1

execute with impunity

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>39744063
I want to trust her, but it's a fae, so it's not good.
1.

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>39744063
2

Risky, but need her alive.

>>39744109
I'm done. That's it. No more rolling for me. You guys need to stop me before I have too many.

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>>39744109
>>39744121

>>39744109
BAHAHAHA!

Hey, failure is good. It makes for a more interesting quest.

>>39744074
>>39744086
>>39744109

HAHA CRITFAIL

Execution it is.

Writing.

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>2 90+ rolls just instantly negated

RNGesus is a cruel master

>>39744147
>>39744168
Wait, do we instantly fail? It doesn't negate the best roll and leave what's left?


Oh boy, do we execute ourselves?

>>39744379
It only negates if the best roll was a Benjamin, anon. 93 is high, but it's no C-Note.

>>39744379
critfails trump all the other rolls
a crit success can negate it and vice versa

we boned

fae mind whammied, getting clawed, or the cops walk in on us

something not good is going to happen

>>39744379
Sorry, I'm doing best of three. Maybe if you guys keep failing I'll require two 1's to critfail, but for now I think a 1% chance is low enough.

Also, you'll only critfail risky maneuvers, you won't critfail tasks that are everyday or things you've mastered.

>>39744379
>Wait, do we instantly fail?
Yes
>It doesn't negate the best roll and leave what's left?
nope, RNGeezus is cruel and merciless

>>39744403
No, OP. We must have the chance to fail even the most mundane of tasks.

Seriously, though, it's fine as is. No need to change the rules.

>>39744379
>Oh boy, do we execute ourselves?
Nah, we kill her
Then slip in her blood, hit our head on the toilet bowl, and don't regain conciseness until security comes to see what all the screaming is about.

She's too dangerous to let live, you decide. You're pretty sure that you aren't thinking properly at the moment, considering what you've just been through, but from what you've seen, whatever she's done to the senator must be true.

Or something like that. Either way, she's guilty, and you need to kill her before she kills anyone else, or tries to offer someone else her "gift", whatever that is.

Taking a shuddering breath, you find that you can barely even lift one of the knives, the aftershock of the adrenaline leaving your system leaving you weaker than you thought.

Summer watches you impassively as you drop one of the knives and grip the other one two-handed, lifting it above your head as you stumble toward her prone body in the bathtub.

And then, of course, with your body as tired as it is, you slip on the blood smeared all over the bathroom tiles. A jolt of surprise runs sluggishly through your veins as you let go of the knife and slip forward, your legs vainly struggling to rebalance you as you slide toward the bathtub, your hands outstretched to grab anything to hold onto as everything seems to go in slow-motion.

Just as you fall to your knees, your stomach hits the edge of the porcelain tub with a solid thump, knocking the air out of you. You faceplant into Summer's stomach, making her forcibly exhale a breath of air, and both of your hands finally find something soft and warm to hold onto.

You're bone tired, out of weapons, and you have your neck presented to Summer like the easiest target in the world. You can't give a shit about anything anymore, so all you can do is begin to cry, your tears of frustration mingling with the blood covering Summer to form pinkish streaks that trail down her abdomen.

You can feel something sharp against your neck, and as you wait for her to end your life you realize that you do, indeed, have proof that supernaturals exist.

But for a few moments, nothing happens, except for the fact that the sharpness on your neck becomes more of a pinprick sensation, a feeling of numbness spreading through your body and a headache growing in your skull.

"How unexpected," Summer whispers. "But welcomed nevertheless."

You move your head through sheer effort, catching a glimpse of Summer's fingers growing into even longer, jagged, six-inch claws, each with a vein of fluid running through them.

"Stop resisting," she says, patting your cheek.

And with that, you begin to feel the sensation of something sliding diagonally through the skin and flesh of your back and scraping against your ribcage. Despite the fact that there isn't any pain, which is probably due to whatever she just injected you with, just the feeling of something moving through your is enough to make you writhe weakly in nausea.

"What... you... doing?" you choke out.

"Injecting you with stem cells and nanobots," she says, amused that you bothered to ask. "But you may pretend that it is magic. After all, those fools..." she trails off, muttering under her breath.

You try to ignore what she was doing to you, how you were barely even feeling the damage, and instead try to focus on what she was saying. Injecting you with things? Is this her idea of a gift? Because if so, she could take it and shove it up her...

---

>Resist!
>Give in.
>Beat it into submission and make it part of you.
>Write-in.

>>39744512
>Resist!

>>39744506
>you slip on the blood smeared all over the bathroom tiles.
I was so close...

>Resist!

>>39744512
>Resist!

>>39744512
>Beat it into submission and make it part of you.

>>39744512
>Beat it into submission
F'real, let's do this.
Become what we hunt.

>>39744512
>Beat it into submission and make it a part of you

>>39744512
>Resist!

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>>39744512
>>Beat it into submission and make it part of you.

Only way.

>>39744512
>Beat it into submission and make it part of you.
Oh god it was nanomachines all along!

Guys, no, please...don't make this Bloodborne. I don't wanna get bad ends.

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>>39744512
>>39744560
Forgot my picture.

>>39744512
>Resist!

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>>39744646

Our fate was clear as soon as that choice was presented.

>>39744512
>Beat it into submission and make it part of you.

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>>39744512
>>39744644
>Beat it into submission and make it part of you.

Resist!
>>39744520
>>39744547
>>39744552
>>39744611
>>39744657

Consume and adapt.
>>39744560
>>39744565
>>39744606
>>39744641
>>39744644
>>39744676
>>39744678

Writing!

You fuckers. Well, I hope we at least get Digital Devil Saga things, instead of Bloodborne things.

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I hope our employers don't have a Delta Green like policy towards non human operatives...

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>>39744692
>implying we didn't just stumble into the crossfire of a full on secret war
>being this genre unsavvy

>>39744685
I think the scariest thing is that we didn't have to roll for this.

>>39744739
It's a major choice, we either joined the Fae, stayed completely humie or got a bit of both going on.

>>39744685
After just finishing Yukikaze, I am completely paranoid about things that can consume and adapt. Are we JAM?!

>>39744691
I hope we get the non-cannibalistic part of it. Don't want to have to eat fae to live all the time.

>>39744765
I meant we didn't roll to succeed consuming. What's going on?

>>39744765
It's a bad time, anon. It's a bad time.

I hope we get into the special department of the Investigation Bureau.

>>39744765

We could go race traitor either way.

Nah, fuck it. True demon ending is best ending.

>>39744772
Decided to give you guys a choice for the direction of this quest rather than making you guys pray to RNGesus.

>>39744772
That's what I mean, it's a major choice regarding what we wanted to be doing in this quest and can't really be a thing we can fail.
>>39744784
See?

>>39744784
And you have every right to.

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>>39744772
auto success
or auto fail

>>39744784
It's a good thing to do. And you did it naturally, without any bullshit. Nice one.

I still say we should be pure human, but the people have voted.

>>39744783
>Not being true neutral
It's like you want to give a shit about remaking the world.

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>>39744820
>True Neutral
My non-birth brother of dark skin tone.

Your name is Rachel Li, and you have two strict but loving parents. You have a little sister and a pet fish at home, you're a freshman in college, and you like to run around and investigate weird stories and weird happenings.

You're not going to let something like some damn fae cells change you into a different, murderous, violent person who enjoys the suffering of others. No, you're going to resist it. In fact, while you're at it, you might as well go a step further and take this feeling, these urges, and make it part of yourself. Something that you can use, but also something that you can keep a lid on when you don't need it.

The metaphorical lid feels a little imperfect, but you're sure that you have at least a decent measure of control.

And so, you claw your way out of the darkness.

---

You wake to the sound of indistinct voices in a room away.

Blinking the spots out of your vision, you realize that you're still in the bathtub, and that you can kind of see Summer sitting on the bed, her back turned away from you as she speaks into something held in her fingers. She looks normal again, the orange stripes that you are beginning to doubt is body paint the only indication of something unusual about her.

You nose is a little clogged, making it hard to breath, so you try to open your mouth, only to find that your lips are sealed shut too. After a little panicking, you manage to wet your lips enough to dissolve the crust of dried blood that had dripped from your nose.

The taste of iron is strong in your mouth too, and as you take a deep breath the smell of blood and iron almost overwhelms you and makes you a bit dizzy. Not only did you have a gigantic nosebleed, you realize, you also vomited blood. You look down and notice that your torso is covered in the dried blood. In fact, there's a dark puddle of sludge glueing your back to the smooth surface of the bathtub.

(1/2)

You attempt to unstick yourself and almost scream in pain as you tug at the edges of the gash running diagonally down the length of your back. It feels like it goes from your left shoulder down to your right hip.

Taking a deep breath, you try again, gently shimmying from side to side and allowing flakes of blood to break free before carefully sitting upright. You take a moment to recover from all the blood rushing away from your head. Your fake glasses had been knocked askew sometime while you were knocked out, and so you set them back into position.

You perk your ears as you hear Summer responding to the person on the other end.

"I'm fine, Jen," she says. "She's just staying a little longer than usual. Yes, I know I'm not getting paid extra, but this was her first time and she fell asleep right after we were done."

There's a pause.

Summer's body shakes with a laugh. "Yes, she is cute. She's an adorable little thing."

Lines of pain radiating from your back begin to call themselves to your attention, the pain growing worse with each passing second as whatever Summer injected you with begins to wear off. You try to breath quietly, but it's a little hard with how raw your throat and lungs feel. You suppose you must have screamed a lot while you were unconscious.

One of the knives is right next to the edge of the bathtub, while the other is somewhere closer to the entrance of the bathroom, probably hidden behind the toilet.

Summer's conversation seems to be winding down. You need to do something before she notices that you're awake.

(2/2)

>Grab knife.
>Surprise attack while her back is turned!
>Play dead, wait for her to come.
>Sneak out before she notices, grab clothes off the ground on the way.
>Run away as fast as you can, grab clothes off the ground on the way.
>Bargain with her, be diplomatic. She gave you her "gift", after all.
>Write-in.

>>39744968
>Surprise attack while her back is turned!

>>39744968
>Grab knife
Then as soon as we get it
>Surprise attack while her back is turned!

>>39744968
>Grab knife.

>>39744968
wait until she hangs up first. Then
>Grab knife.
>Surprise attack while her back is turned!

>>39744968
>Grab knife.
>Surprise attack while her back is turned!
She pays for whatever she did to us.

>>39744968
>"Why me?"

>>39744968
>Grab knife.
then play dead

Surprise attack!
>>39744976
>>39744991
>>39744997
>>39745005
>>39745026

Questions.
>>39745031

Play possum.
>>39745066

Writing! Please roll a 1d100, best of three.

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>39745098
R-R-ROLL

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>39745098
at least make our failure lewd

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>39745098
I mean...

What could possibly go wrong?

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>39745098
Solving all problems with violence

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>39745098
for bloody victory

>>39745105
ha ha ha ha ha

You don't know what she's done to you, but she needs to pay. You're thinking a little more clearly now, and you're sure that she's a dangerous person that needs to be put down. After all, what's stopping her from grabbing anyone else off the street and turning them into some sort of fae?

With a small grunt, you get up into a crouching position and grab the knife. You rest there for a moment, letting your the blood flow through your previous immobile limbs, before standing up and stepping out of the bathtub.

Luckily, most of the blood on the floor has dried by this point, so you don't slip and fall like you did last time. Your cheeks burn a little as you recall what had happened and what exactly your hands had landed upon, but you quickly shake your head and clear your mind.

You wait as Summer says her goodbyes to the person on the other end. The moment she begins to put down her small microphone, you sprint or at least powerwalk as fast as you can toward her, making sure not to aggravate the injury on your back.

She's either in worse shape than you thought or just doesn't notice you as run toward her exposed backside. You're within striking range when she finally begins to turn around, her eyes widening a fraction as you slam your knife into her right shoulder, the knife cleanly slicing between the bones and severing the tendons.

You pull back as she swipes at you, her claws missing you by inches as she takes a step backward. The bloody mess of her left eye stares accusingly at you, indicating that she might not be as well as she seems.

(1/2)

"Why me?" you shout at her. "Why did you do this to me?"

"Because I can see underneath those layers of makeup, Rose," she responds without hesitation. "I can see you as a beautiful young woman, with such a wonderful, strong personality. You'd make an excellent addition to our kind."

Her words kind of make you feel nice, in an odd, worrying sort of way.

"In addition, if you had died, how long would it have taken anyone to begin searching for you? I assume you did not tell anyone that you were heading to a brothel in the middle of the night. This was simply an opportunity I could not pass over."

And that feeling is now gone. You grit your teeth, preparing to make your next move. Her armor is manifesting again, the red tendrils emerging from her skin, but at a much slower rate than before. Her right arm is disabled and doesn't seem to be healing, and you have a feeling that her left arm should also still be injured if her eye is an indication.

(2/2)

>Attack to disable, cut her legs down and run away
>Attack to kill, stab her in the chest until you pierce her heart
>Talk her down, ask her what she wants from you
>Write-in.

>>39745266
>Attack to kill, stab her in the chest until you pierce her heart

>>39745266
>Attack to kill, stab her in the chest until you pierce her heart
I'M A REMORSELESS MOTHERFUCKER

>>39745266
disable by attacking her other arm and legs, then question her immobile form. get answers for the bosses

>>39745266
>Attack to disable, cut her legs down and run away

>>39745266
>>Talk her down, ask her what she wants from you

>>39745266
>>Talk her down, ask her what she wants from you

>>39745297
Backing this, immobilize and get answers.

>>39745266
I agree with
>>39745297
>>39745323

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>39745266
>Attack to disable, cut all her limbs down and interrogate

Kill kill kill
>>39745277
>>39745295

Disable and interrogate!
>>39745297
>>39745323
>>39745335
>>39745367

Disable and run!
>>39745301

Talk.
>>39745305
>>39745322

Disabling and interrogating it is!

Roll 1d100, best of three. Also taking write-ins for interrogation questions!

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>39745395
R-R-R-R-ROLL

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>39745395
This can't possibly go wrong!

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>39745395

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>39745395
Who is yohr daddee and what doz he doo?

>>39745395
Questions: Was she the one who attacked the senator, who were her conspirators if so.

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>39745395
Main question: What the fuck did she do to us?

its 5 am here, I gotta catch some ZZZs

put me down for kill the fae on the next vote, assuming there is one.

don't forget to get and post a twitter RL

best wishes

>>39745572
Have a twitter: https://twitter.com/Rapey_Lemons

I won't tweet anything non-quest related.

Thank you for reading!

What did she mean by that senator wanting to harm her kind? Why would he? What is she? Where does she come from? Does she work here to saaahk people's blaaaahd? Can she give us a reason for us not to kill here here and now?

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>39745395
Just what the hell kind of shadow war have we stumbled into?

As it turns out, your assumption was correct.

Summer is barely able to put up a fight as you lunge at her and slam your shoulder into her chest, knocking her backward and slamming her into the wall. You notice with a bit of alarm that the drywall cracked a little from the impact, a dent in the wall as Summer slides down to her knees.

You slice off the longer red tendrils before stabbing her left thigh and then her right thigh, leaving steaming black wounds behind as you hold the knife up to her throat. A tiny corner of your mind is horrified by your brutality, but you mercilessly crush it, intent on doing what you need to do.

"Talk," you growl, your voice a little hoarse from your screaming fit while you were unconscious. "What exactly did you do to me? Don't give me any roundabout answers."

There's a sheen of sweat on her face as she struggles to respond, her left arm weakly pressing at the growing black stains on her thighs.

"Stop that," you say, "or I'll disable your left arm too."

It takes her a moment to put her indifferent mask on before looking up and speaking. "I made you into a fae, Rose. You should cherish my gift. Not everyone receives such an opportunity and survives the experience."

You hiss in frustration. "I know you turned me into a fae, you've been talking about that the entire time. I'll ask you one more time: What exactly did you do to me? What did your 'stem cells' and 'nanobots' do to me?"

(1/2)

She sighs. "Do not talk that way around the others, Rose. Most believe that their transformation is due to magic, and most choose to remain in ignorance." She holds up a finger before you can interrupt. "And now, as for your question. You should have had your mind and your body altered. You will find that you will be prone to fits of whimsy or violence or trickery. It is a little different for everyone. Your body, on the other hand, will respond to your thoughts, your beliefs. The more you indulge yourself, the more changes you will be able to make, and the longer you can believe and hold the changes without something breaking them, the more permanent the changes will be. And of course, in a day or two you will be unable to even touch the knife you are holding now without injury."

She smiles a little at the expression on your face. "Does that answer your question, Rose?"

"Y-yes, it does," you reply, your mind whirling with the new information.

It seems a little insane, and you're not sure how much you believe, and how much is true. Maybe the way you're clamping down on your fae personality is helping with the whole "not-touching-iron" thing? You'll need time to process the information, but for now you make sure that you remember what she said and go on to your next question.

"You said something before, about you attacking the senator because he was going to harm your 'brethren'. What did you mean by that? Who attacked him with you?"

(2/3)

Summer makes a tsking noise. "I did not kill him. I only threatened him in responses to his actions concerning the others of our kind. If you must know the specifics, tell your employers that I am one of the original Court and they will understand. Maybe I will tell you the story myself, one day, if you have proven yourself worthy."

You threaten her some more, even going as far as pressing the knife into her throat and leaving a black line, but she refuses to say more about anything.

You aren't sure how much time has passed at this point, but it's bound to be late.

(3/3)

>Check your phone for the time
>Call your employers, tell them about Summer, get someone to pick her up
>>Tell them what happened to you
>>Don't tell them, and make sure Summer knows not to tell them
>Execute her, leave, tell your employers that you killed in self defense
>Write-in.

>>39745777
>Don't tell them, and make sure Summer knows not to tell them
Now that we're transformed, we can't go telling anybody about what happened.

>>39745777
>>Call your employers, tell them about Summer, get someone to pick her up
>>Don't tell them, and make sure Summer knows not to tell them

>>39745777
>Call your employers, tell them about Summer, get someone to pick her up

Don't tell them and get out of there

>>39745777
>>>Don't tell them, and make sure Summer knows not to tell them

>>39745777
>>Don't tell them, and make sure Summer knows not to tell them


Time to bail

>>39745777

Silly QM we didn't take the phone with us

Yank Summer's phone instead

Also check drywall for secret passages

>>39745834
we have a burner from our bosses, not our personal phone.

Also if we bail ,we need to make sure we don't look like we just committed murder when we leave

>>39745834
We have a burner phone.

Alright, so it seems that most people are going to sleep (although I just got a bunch of responses while writing this post dangit sorry) so I think I'm going to call it a stop here. I need to get up in a few hours, which is a lot earlier than I want to get up.

I'll continue next time with a summary and the same options, so remember your votes! I don't know if I'll run tomorrow, I'll probably be too tired and too busy, but I will tweet something if I decide to run.

So yeah, hope you guys enjoyed, and thank you for sticking around so long. I'll be around for awhile to answer anything not too spoileryish.

>>39745834
I thought I said we had the brick burner phone that was only good for calling people?

>>39745847

Yeah I failed my reading check

Feel free to insult my intelligence now

Anyway thanks for running

>>39745847
thanks for the thread RL

>>39745847
Don't forget to archive.

>>39745847
First time was me, so there's at least two idiots following you.

>>39745921
Thank you!

>>39745889
>>39745878
No problem! Glad it went okay!

>>39745895
Yup, archived. Thanks for the reminder.

>>39745943
Thanks for running!

Man, the choices were somewhat logical on an individual level and with the meta-knowledge that Fae can be terrible bitches, but catching up afterwards this thread reads like a deranged murderer going after their first prostitute. Summer seems pretty swell to me.