You, of course, leapt at the opportunity to see if fae and other supernatural beings were real, and now you have one at knife point and you might even have become a fae yourself.

And to make things more difficult, the way you beat the fae infection into submission and took it on as part of yourself has other implications—such as how you're holding onto your pure iron knife at the moment—that you really don't have time to think about right now.

It's getting late, and you're not sure how long you can stay here before someone checks in on Summer. She did call someone and tell them she was okay a few minutes ago, but if that person calls again you're not sure how you would respond. You're feeling more than a little tired too, the quantity of blood you vomited into the bathtub and smeared across your torso a telling indicator of your health, and the wound on your back currently screaming in pain.

And you're still naked from waist up, you realize.

>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.

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Credit to the anon for the last comment in the last thread.

>>39757032
>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

>>39757032>>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

>>39757032
>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

>>39757032
>Check your phone for the time
>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
Just as I'm about to go to sleep too!
Also I gotta say so far our employer has earned more ill will from me than Summer really, though it's pointless not to contact them since it's not like they can't check up on her status anyway.

Check for the time, call employers, get someone to pick her up, and make sure no one knows your secret.

>>39757116
>>39757161
>>39757271
>>39757350


>>39757350
Good night!

Writing.

Fuckin' A, glad I didn't miss the thread. Nice to see you decided to give a go today, Mr. Lemons.

First things first, then. With your mission sort of accomplished, you need to call your employers and tell them to pick her up. You don't know how long your body is going to last before you collapse, and you'd rather not be forced to take more extreme measures with Summer.

But before you do so, you need to make sure that Summer doesn't tell your employer about what you are.

"Summer?"

She looks at you with a disinterested expression, not bothering to respond.

You're not really sure how to phrase your request. Threatening her doesn't seem to work, and from what you know you're not really sure you want to make a bargain with a fae.

"Can you... not tell my employers about how I'm a fae now? I don't really know what they would do to me, and...I'm sure you don't want me to be locked up, especially after you went through all this trouble of giving me a gift."

Summer looks at you for a few moments, and you begin to wonder if this was a bad idea. Maybe asking for a favor while you have the other person at knife point isn't really the smartest move.

"Well," Summer suddenly says, surprising you. "I suppose a mother must indulge her child every once in a while."

"...Is that a ye—"

"Of course, Rose," she interrupts. "We do not lightly spill the secrets of our kind."

She smiles upon seeing the conflicted expression on your face. "Ah, you must be wondering whether or not I have ulterior motives. Good, good, I knew I did not choose wrong." She hums a little. "Perhaps you could look more favorably on me if I call upon you for future assistance. You need only consider it, I do not require a promise."

"I'll think about it," you say hesitantly, not wanting to make any obligations to a crazy supernatural being.

Summer nods. "That is all I ask."

(1/2)

You feel a little bad about keeping your knife at her throat now, but you do it anyways as you tug the brick of a burner phone out of your pocket. True to its physical appearance, it seems to be perfectly fine despite the dried blood covering its keypad and screen. You use your fingernail to scrape away some of the gunk so you can actually open the contact book and call your employer.

Someone picks up immediately on the other end, the voice of a woman speaking quickly in a professional yet pleasant tone reaching your ears. "This is Susan, your contact for this number. Are you injured? Do you require assistance?"

You're silent for a moment as you find yourself without a response. You were planning on yelling at them about the crappy information you received and shouting at them about your injuries, but the sincerity of this woman has completely disarmed you.

"Hello?" Susan asks, her tone a little more worried.

You make a failed attempt at saying something before clearing your throat and trying again. "H-hello. Uh, I'm mostly fine right now. Thank you for asking."

You quickly outline how you have the fae in a sort of custody, with your custody being the threat of a knife in the throat, and that you're tired and injured and you're not sure how long you can hold out.

She confirms your location and goes silent for a moment before speaking again. "I'll have a helicopter over in less than an hour, maybe thirty minutes if flight conditions are ideal. Is that okay?"

You frown a little and look at Summer. Her expression hasn't changed, but you're sure she heard every word of that conversation.

(2/2)

>Excuse yourself, hang up, ask Summer what her deal is
>It's not okay! Please, I need help now!
>Totally fine, I got this, I can just keep stabbing her as she heals
>Write-in. (Bonus for good plans.)

>>39757968
Good to see you too. I managed to get my hands on a few coffees and teas so I decided to run.

>>39758076
>Excuse yourself, hang up, ask Summer what her deal is
Ever since we stabbed at her the first time she's been way too unconcerned about all this.

>>39758076
>Excuse yourself, hang up, ask Summer what her deal is

>>39758076
>Excuse yourself, hang up, ask Summer what her deal is
She's been too detached from the whole ordeal. Perhaps she's still playing mindgames?

>>39758076
>It's not okay because you lied to me and she wasn't paralyzed by the iron.

Basically tell them about Summer's current condition and ask how to handle it.

>>39758076
>Excuse yourself, hang up, ask Summer what her deal is

>>39758151
Is a random contact really gonna be the place to get some answers/reparations though? Better to take that up with them in person I'd think.

Who would like to make bets that our employers knew of Summer's power? I'll bet a peppermint to start us off.

Also, captcha, go home, you're drunk.

>>39758179>>39758179

Honestly I think they thought this would be a lesser fae, but last thread she implied she is something akin to nobility. I'm hoping they'll adjust their advice.

>>39758306
Her being somewhat important makes her occupation even weirder really, I guess she could just be hiding with a low-profile job? But if so, why is she taking being found by our employer so well?

Pretty odd.

>>39758076
>Excuse yourself, hang up, ask Summer what her deal is

Wtf is wrong with you
>>39758113
>>39758127
>>39758146
>>39758177
>>39758418

No I'm mad you liars
>>39758151

Writing!

"I think that should be okay for now," you say, eyeing the fae in front of you. "Excuse me for a moment, Summer is acting a little weird."

"Understood. The helicopter is already on its way. Call me back as soon as possible so I know that you're still alive."

You agree and end the call on those slightly worrying words, slipping the phone back into your pocket, and turn your full attention onto Summer.

"What's your deal?" you ask, frustrated. "I know you heard what I said. How come you aren't even trying to escape?"

Before your eyes, Summer goes from regal and apathetic to the Summer you saw from what seems like a lifetime ago. "What makes you think I haven't escaped already, my cute little Rose?" she grins, playfully licking her lips.

Your blood runs cold for a moment, the knife nearly dropping out of your hand as you whip your head to look behind you.

But no one is there, so you look back at Summer, scowling to disguise your dizzy head and pounding heart. "You're lying," you insist.

"That wasn't a lie," she laughs, making your heart nearly stop again. "I was only asking you a question. But seriously, look at me," she says, pointing at herself with her left hand. "I'm harmless. I'm just a weak little fae who only uses her ability to work as a prostitute in a brothel in a town in the middle of nowhere. They'll ask me a few questions, realize that I'm not the one they're looking for, and send me on my way."

Her head tilts to the side and her expression becomes a little more serious. "Unless, of course, you think they're going to do something else to me." She looks at you and gulps, a bead of sweat forming on her forehead. "A-are they going to kill me? Or worse, dissect me alive to try to learn more about my abilities? They definitely wouldn't do that, right?"

(1/2)

The mood whiplash is hitting you hard as you watch her slip between the two personalities as though they were two completely different people. And despite the fact that she's toying with you, her words seem to make sense. What did you think they were going to do to her when you agreed to send her in for questioning? Heck, what did they even mean by questioning? Torture sessions?

Your mind is running a little wild now, thinking of Summer being bound to a chair and waterboarded, her expression panicked and tears streaming down her eyes as she pleads she doesn't know anything, but they don't stop, and they begin beating her, her body bruised and battered, her fingers and arms pointing in the wrong directions as a steel-toed boot slams into her stomach...

You're broken out of your reverie by Summer's panicked whimpers. "I'm right, aren't I? That's what they're going to do to me?"

...

What are you supposed to say? You realize that you haven't actually told your employers about Summer being something other than an ordinary fae. Other than the fact that you had a little trouble subduing her, you didn't go into much detail.

(2/2)

>Stop. Just stop. I'm not going to listen to you anymore.
>N-no, you'll be fine, they didn't seem like that kind of organization. Right?
>I won't tell them, but you have to promise you won't try to escape.
>I'll make sure that doesn't happen to you.
>Write-in.

>>39758910
>Stop. Just stop. I'm not going to listen to you anymore.

It's too bad she won't just talk to us like a normal person.

>>39758910
>Stop. Just stop. I'm not going to listen to you anymore.

like I give a fuck

>>39758910
>Stop. Just stop. I'm not going to listen to you anymore.
Trusting fae at face value
ever

Yeah, nah

>>39758910
>Knock it off and actually talk to me.

>>39758910
> We'll find out later
Her brain seems a little wiggly, or she's toying with us. Either way, I don't like it.

Not to say I think she should be tortured. But I mean, she's a big girl, right? It wouldn't hurt too bad. She just got stabbed a ass load and she's fine.

>>39758984
Supporting this. She's playing with us.

I'm >>39759007

>>39758984
I'll support this.

>>39758984
Sounds good actually
Supporting

>>39758910
>Knock it off and actually talk to me.

Nobody likes being on the receiving end of mind games.

Nope bye
>>39758954
>>39758961
>>39758978

Just tell me what you want
>>39758984
>>39759043
>>39759059
>>39759100
>>39759106

Writing!

It's been a long night. You're tired, injured, and possibly not human anymore, with all of the above made possible by the fae in front of you.

"Knock it off!" you shout, pushing the knife toward her until her head is forced back against the wall. "I'm sick of your mind games. If you want to tell me something just say it, or else I'm calling them again, telling them what you are, and not giving a shit when they take you away!"

"You're no fun," Summer pouts. "I was just trying to lighten the mood."

You press the knife down harder, grey wisps of smoke wafting upwards as she grimaces.

"If you really want to know, I was just wondering if you could keep my identity our little secret." She looks up at you pleadingly. "I promise I'll do something nice for you in the future."

You don't like the way she emphasized the words "promise" and "nice", but it seems like she's sticking to this personality for now. Maybe it's so that you'll be more used to her and you'll act more naturally when the helicopter comes around, or maybe it's she's trying to show you what being a fae is really like, but either way this is the most you're getting out of her.

>Agree to hold her to her promise in the future, don't tell
>Call back, tell them, ignore Summer
>Write-in.

>>39759357
>Call back, tell them, ignore Summer

Don't trust Fae.

>>39759357
>Agree to hold her to her promise in the future, don't tell
Not like we actually know that much. If our employers can't figure out what we have already, then that's on them. I don't trust either side at this point.

>>39759357
>Write-in.
I dont want anything if its from you. But I wont tell for my own reasons.

>>39759357
Ask for a better definition. She defined injecting you with SCIENCE! stuff as a gift, but also said it might've killed us. So yeah, clearer terms pls

>>39759357
>You're going to have to explain more if you want my trust.

Tell
>>39759393

Don't tell
>>39759417

Don't tell, don't want your promises
>>39759500

Explain!
>>39759502
>>39759555

Writing!

Sorry about the short updates, I'll try to get them out as fast as possible because this seems to be a Q & A session haha.

"What do you mean by 'something nice'?" you ask.

She smiles. "You know, a small favor or something. I'll come help you out if you need help or if you're in trouble, and I'll even try to avoid hurting you. I won't tell any of the other fae about you, and all you have to do is keep this little charade up between us and your employers."

"And how am I supposed to explain these wounds?" you ask.

"Those won't be an issue," Summer assures you. "I didn't want to break you, so I only gave you a single dose, just one claw down your back." She seems to shudder a little in delight at the memory. "Tell them I found your knife while I was undressing you and attacked you when you ran."

Something about that doesn't seem right to you. "Won't it be obvious that I'm a fae if all fae cut their victims like this to transform them?"

She tsks. "You aren't a victim, Rose. You were chosen. But no, everyone has their own methods, and I like a little variety in my methods too." She smiles happily. "You're just so perfect that I wanted to leave a mark on you, to make sure you remember that I created you, not anyone else."

You already have parents, thank you very much, but you don't say that out loud in case you give her some horrible ideas. "So just to be clear, you're not going to come after me or my relatives, right?"

"Of course not," Summer says, disappointed. "Haven't I made that clear to you?"

"No," you state flatly.

"Well then, now you know." She seems struck by a sudden thought. "Unless, of course, you want to meet with me again or collect your favor after this is all over. Here, let me give you my number."

She rattles off a string of digits, and against your better judgement you memorize them.

You quickly check your cellphone, noting that the helicopter should be arriving in just a few minutes. Is there anything else you want to ask?

(1/2)

>Nope, don't tell them about her
>Nope, tell them about her
>Nope, tell them about her in secret
>More questions! It never ends!(Write-in.)
>Write-in.

(2/2)

>>39759991
>>Write-in.
>"You wanna make out again?"

This is a joke, see.

>>39760015
She'd be down for that.

>>39759991
>Nope, don't tell them about her
Doesn't seem like we have anything to lose by not telling them. They're a shadowy organization that hires people from IRC channels, after all.

>>39760036
Jesus what a slut!

She's going to visit out of the blue one day and try to bang MC, isn't she?

>>39759991
>Nope, don't tell them about her

>>39759991
We've really put ourselves in a bad situation haven't we. We can't trust this organisation, we can't trust the fey, the only ones we can trust are family (in the human sense of the word). Maybe we should convert our whole family when we get home. Strength in numbers.

>>39759991
>Nope, don't tell them about her

Kiss kiss
>>39760015

Don't tell
>>39760045
>>39760068
>>39760146

Writing!

>>39760086
We should probably hold off on the attempted parenticide and fratricide for now, we haven't finished becoming fae quite yet.

>>39760086

You would be the worst criminal.

>>39760350
>make out option didn't win

Aw shucks, corn, that plan failed pretty hard.

Then again, with only a bare husk of an idea, it was bound not to pop.

You quickly pull out the phone and flip to your contacts before dialing Susan's number.

The moment you hear her pick up, you assure her that you're alive and that the issue has been dealt with.

Susan is silent for a moment. "Dealt with? Did you eliminate the target?"

"No, nothing like that," you said hurriedly, wondering if she got the wrong impression of you. "I just had some words with her, made sure she stopped trying to escape. I had a bit of trouble earlier when she managed to grab my knife." It's close enough to the truth, you decide.

"That's quite unfortunate," Susan says. "Are you in need of immediate medical attention?"

You kind of want to tell her that you're fine, but to be honest the gaping wound in your back is really bothering you. "Yeah," you say. "I think I'm going to need stitches in my back. Otherwise I'm fine."

Before she can respond, you interrupt her. "Hey, is that a helicopter in the background?"

(1/2)

"Yes," Susan says. "I've decided to come in person to see the extent of your injuries and give you an official job offer. In addition, I apologize in advance for how dangerous this task turned out to be." There's a pause. "We're landing now on a nearby rooftop. We can talk more about this in detail when we get you out of there. Just so you know, I didn't know you were given this mission until it was too late."

"Uh, okay," you say, cursing your lack of eloquence. "What do I do with the, uh, target?"

There's a bit of chattering in the background of the phone before Susan responds. "We need you to get her to the rooftop. Give her a small cut with the knife to knock her out, if you haven't already, and get her up there. When you make it onto the roof, give us a call and we'll quickly land and pick both of you up. I'd like to send help, but unfortunately we risk making all of your effort for nothing if our involvement is discovered."

"I'll do my best," you tell her. "I think there's an elevator down the hall. How do I get onto the roof?"

"Get to the top floor and there should be a flight of stairs leading to the roof. It shouldn't be locked from the inside. Anything else you need to know?"

>Ask a question? (Write-in).

Also:

>Start coming up with a plan to get her to the roof. Bonus points for a solid, careful plan. You can revise this after she answers your questions.

>>39760751
>Hey, Summer, play fucking dead for me, kay? That'd be great, thanks."

>>39760751
>Ask a Question.
The fae was stronger than you said it would be. The knife didn't knock her out.

>>39760751

Bind her legs and feet. Gag her. You can use the knife and the bedsheets for bindings. Fireman's carry a best. After you bind her, look out the door for passers-by.

>>39760751
>Tell summer what's going to happen
>Search for bondage equipment to restrain her
>Bring her to the roof

>>39760891
You guys agreed not to tell her about the unusualness of Summer.

>>39760751
>Ask her if it has to be this building's roof.
As for plan, assuming it does...
Ask Summer to act unconscious, in order to help the story. Tie her up a bit and cover her with a bed sheet, bundle up another sheet to carry with us, and then carry her on your back out the window and onto the fire escape. This is where it gets really really risky. As quietly as we can manage, climb them to the top floor, and look for a room that might not be currently occupied. If we find one, then enter (force our way with the knife and the sheet if we need to), and from there make a break for that top floor flight of stairs.

It's a terrible plan with a lot that can go wrong, though.

Play dead, wrap her up, carry her
>>39760802
>>39760909
>>39760919

Elevators are for chumps
>>39760979

Writing!

Oh yes, please roll a 1d100 for sneaky sneaky!

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>39761095

Let's stop rolling now.

>>39761104
Nice roll! I ain't even risking the chance of a crit fail, that was solid

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>39761142
>>39761139
Don't be faggots, anons.

Rolled 83 (1d100)

The rolls are real!.

>>39761104
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>>39761172

Geez, well done. Writing!

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>>39761153

Oh yeah? Well, you're, uh, a double faggot!

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>>39761295
I got it now!

You're a double-DOUBLE faggot!

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>>39761552

well then you're always double the faggot you say I am. Rekt

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>>39761641
My rage is overwhelming, need to vent faggotry intensifies

>ohshitniggerwhatareyoudoing.jpg

You're such a faggot I'll fuck you in the ass and we'll BOTH like it!

"Does it have to be the roof of this building?" you ask.

"Yes," Susan responds. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience."

"Well, here goes nothing," you say, ending the call.

Now you need to find a way to get Summer onto the roof, while also avoiding any of the security or people in this building. You're a 5' 6" and somewhere around 120lbs, and you're going to need to carry Summer, who's at taller than you by a few inches and at least a couple pounds heavier.

"Hey Summer, can you—" you begin.

Before you even finish your statement, Summer slides down the side of the wall, her eyes closed and her limbs going limp as she hits the floor with a thump. You notice with a bit of trepidation that flakes of blackened skin are shaken lose from her left eye by the impact, revealing a clean, unblemished eyelid underneath, as though the brutal stabbing had never happened. The wounds in her shoulder don't seem to be healing, however, Summer apparently deeming them conducive to your cover story.

"I'd be really grateful if you could roll yourself into this bed sheet," you say to her as you pull the sheet of fabric off of the bed. "And you wouldn't happen to have some... " You blush. "...bondage equipment lying around, would you?"

She doesn't respond. By all accounts she looks as though she's either dead or deep in a coma.

You sigh and gingerly begin to wrap her into the bedsheets, avoiding aggravating your back wound. You almost finish wrapping her up when you realize that you told Susan Summer had grabbed your knife and used it on you.

(1/4)

"Summer?" you ask cautiously. No response. "I'm going to put this knife in your hand, alright? Just for a moment. Do you have a preference for which hand I use?" Still no response.

You decide to just go ahead with it and touch the knife to the palm of her right hand. It's a little creepy how Summer's arm doesn't even twitch, as though she really was a corpse. You hold the knife to her skin just about as long as you think it would take her to slash you with it, then pull it away before it can do further damage.

Before doing anything else, you go the bathroom and quickly wash most of the blood off of your body, jeans, hair, and glasses. You pick up the clothes scattered around the room and dress yourself, then put the sheer yellow fabric onto Summer's body as though you were playing with a morbid yet suggestive version of dress-up dolls.

You then finish wrapping her up, tying off the ends of the fabric so she doesn't slip, and begin the laborious process of hoisting her onto your shoulder. After propping her up against the wall, crouching, and allowing her to basically fall onto your shoulders, you manage to get her mummified body into some sort of fireman's position. After that, you slowly stand up, the wound on your back on fire as your muscles flex and strain.

It's at times like these, or wait—you don't think you've every been in this kind of situation before—that you realize how good of a decision it was to stay in shape. Between running around and checking out spooky rumors in parts of the city, semi-regular trips to the weight room, and being the captain of the volleyball team in high school, you've managed to build up a decent layer of muscle on your frame.

(2/4)

So you tell yourself it's just like a squat as you straighten your legs a little and begin taking unsteady steps toward the door. You crack it open and peek outside, making sure that no one is around despite the fact that it's nearly 4am. A bit of awkward shuffling and angling later, you manage to enter the hallway without smashing Summer's head into the doorframe.

The elevator is right in front of you down the hallway, but it feels like you've ran a mile by the time you get there and mash the call button.

Even though you're not dragging this dead weight down the hallway because there's a psychotic, unstable fae in the bundle, you're still sorely tempted to as you feel the wound on your back begin to bleed again. Your t-shirts probably completely ruined by now, and with your luck your jacket's probably also beyond repair.

As the elevator doors open, you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding as you see that there isn't anyone inside. It'd probably be hard to explain why you had someone wrapped up in bedsheets, although maybe you could have passed it off as some sort of necrophilia fetish.

You make it to the top floor without incident. Looking down both ends of the hallway, you locate the stairwell. When you're in front of the door, you carefully push it open with your shoulder. After entering through the door, you stick out a foot and slow down the rate at which the door is closing, allowing it to slide closed with a small click.

(3/4)

Each step of the staircase is torture. You can feel yourself really sweating now, your double layer of t-shirt and jacket not doing you any favors as you feel your perspiration gather. Rivulets of sweat drip down your back, the saltwater making your knees wobbly as it flows into the bloody trench decorating your spine.

The door to the roof, thank god, is one of those push-to-open doors, with the handle and lock on the other side. The cold air on the rooftop hits you immediately, deliciously cooling you down and giving you a momentary boost as you stumble through the doorway and gently allow Summer to slide to the ground.

You fall to your knees, you hands slamming into the freezing concrete of the roof as you gasp for air, drops of sweat pattering against the surface as your hair cascades around your face.

"Never... again," you wheeze to yourself. You think you might have heard something suspiciously like a giggle from the bundle next to you, but you wisely choose to ignore it and focus on recovering.

When you feel like you're finally able to speak in coherent sentences, you pull the phone out of your pocket and dial Susan's number.

As always, she picks up immediately. "You made it?" she asks.

"Yeah," you pant. "No thanks to you."

"I... We can talk once we get you to safety," she says. "You ready to go?"


(4/4)

>Yeah, the sooner we get out of here the better.
>No, there's still something I need to do
>Write-in.

>>39762169
>Yeah, the sooner we get out of here the better.

>>39762169
>Yeah, the sooner we get out of here the better.
I doubt there's much else we could do. I would suggest going back down and checking out properly, but in the same we're in, I doubt that'd go very well.

>>39762169
>Yeah, the sooner we get out of here the better.

Onwards, to plot!

I wish I hadn't forgotten to suggest to loot her room for not!magic fey stuff, though.

>>39762169
>Yeah, the sooner we get out of here the better.

>>39762169
>Yeah, the sooner we get out of here the better.

>>39762189
>>39762214
>>39762260
>>39762283
>>39762299

Guess we're leaving!

Writing.

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Sorry for slow update, was interrupted

"Yeah, the sooner we get out of here the better."

You stay on the line as you wait for the helicopter to arrive. The moonlight is dim, barely allowing you see to see anything in the darkness. Most of the light is coming from nearby buildings with flashing signs and advertisements.

It's only been a few minutes before you start hearing the helicopter, the distinctive sound warning you of it's arrival before it lands on the roof.

You're feeling a lot better now, or as well as you can be while being seriously injured, so you get up onto your feet and awkwardly wave the helicopter down. The large machine is nearly invisible in the night, making it hard for you tell exactly what it looks like. It's quite large, though, enough to seat quite a few people or transfer a large load of cargo.

Before it even makes contact with the roof, a woman with short white hair dressed in a black uniform and tactical vest hops down from the helicopter, briskly striding toward you. Two more people in similar outfits, a man and a woman, jump out and follow her closely.

She offers you a hand and you take it. You receive a firm handshake and a nod from her as she glances at the wrapped bundle next to you. "It's nice to meet you, Rose. I wish we could have met under better circumstances."

You recognize her voice as Susan's. "Nice meeting you too," you automatically reply. "Can you guys help carry her to the helicopter?"

She signals the two standing beside her. They each grab the bundle together, both of them supporting the limp body between them as they carry it to the chopper.

Susan offers you her shoulder for support, and you gratefully take it as she helps you limp to the waiting vehicle. The height of the helicopter proves to be a bit of a challenge, but with Susan giving you a boost you make it inside without too much delay. The moment two the of you step inside, she shouts at the pilot to take off.

(1/2)

You stumble a little before Susan steadies you again, guiding you to a row of seats and having you lie down on your stomach. You notice the other two strapping the bundle that contains Summer onto to some sort of restraining device before unwrapping the fabric around her head so she can breath. Her head lolls side to side in a very convincing display of unconsciousness. Or maybe she just went to sleep.

Susan gets down on one knee next to you. "You said something about an open wound in your back?"

You nod, unzipping your jacket and exposing the bloody stripe along the back of your t-shirt. "Y-yeah," you say, shivering a little in the cool air as you remove your t-shirt.

Normally you'd be pretty concerned with your modesty, but the amount of pain you're in overrides that as you peel the fabric off of the raw flesh. With hiss and a grunt of pain, you prop yourself up on your elbows and pull t-shirt over your head, balling the material in your fists as you wait for the aftershocks of pain to pass.

Susan reaches up toward the ceiling and hits some sort of switch, the dim lights in the cabin suddenly turning brighter, and makes a noise of surprise.

"You carried her up the stairs with a wound like that?" Susan asks.

You mumble a response in affirmative.

She pulls out a flashlight from her vest and shines it onto your back, murmuring a little and consulting the other two.

"The wound is clean and he bleeding is slowing down, but you're going to need stitches if you want it to heal properly," she tells you. "We can go to a hospital, but I prefer that you allow us to treat you at our medical facilities."

(2/2)

>Insist they drop you off as close as possible to your college, you need to get back
>Accept their help
>Anything you want to talk about on the way? (Write-in).
>Write-in.

>>39763073
>>Insist they drop you off as close as possible to your college, you need to get back
>>Anything you want to talk about on the way? (Write-in).
Why did they recruit us? Are first gigs always this dangerous?

>>39763073
>Anything you want to talk about on the way? (Write-in).

"I'm getting compensated for this right?"

>>39763073
>Accept their help
>Anything you want to talk about on the way? (Write-in).
So. Fairies. What can you tell us about them? What can you tell us about your organization? Why are they weak against iron? How do they do majjykk? Are they all this bonkers, or are there any reasonable ones around?

>>39763073
>Accept their help

>>39763073
>Accept their help
I'd prefer a hospital, honestly, but this might be a good way to learn more about this organization, and we're more human now than we will be later

Drop me off, I'm a strong independent woman
>>39763111

Sure yeah, let me snoop around your place a bit
>>39763177
>>39763182
>>39763188

Writing!

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>>39763239

You know, your style kinda reminds me of REQM. How bout that?

>>39763342
That's a very high compliment, I enjoy REQM's quest a lot!

"Give me some time to think about it," you tell her. "I think I need to get back before my roommate reports me as a missing person. I didn't bring my phone with me, and I've been gone for most of the day and night."

Susan does not look convinced. "You're going to have a lot of trouble explaining away those injuries, Rose. You think leaving during the day and coming back at some ungodly hour in the middle of the night bleeding all over the place won't raise any question?"

You grimace. She has a good point, and you know it. "You're right, I'm sorry. I'm probably not thinking very clearly at the moment. Must be the blood loss."

You're finally in a safe-ish place, so you take a second to relax and see how your body feels really feels aside from your back wound, without the adrenaline or a goal to focus on. Your muscles don't feel sore yet, but you're pretty sure you're not going to be able to get out of bed in the morning. You feel utterly exhausted, though, in a sort of mental and physical sense where all of your energy reserves have been depleted. You can't even properly enjoy the fact that you're on your first every helicopter ride, and that you're probably thousands of feet in the air. The only thing keeping you awake at the moment is the gentle ministrations of Summer as she places gauze along your wound and tapes it into place.

"Hey, Susan?"

"Yes?"

"I'm getting compensated for this, right?"

"Definitely," she says, her tone growing hard. "Even though you matched the profile of the type of girls that Summer liked, and even though Summer was a relatively weak fae, I still wouldn't have sent you in on something like this for your first mission. Someone made a poor decision along the way, and I intend to find out who it is."

(1/4)

You try not to let her intimidate you. "So, uh, fae, faeries, huh? I mean, can you tell me more about them?"

She eyes the bound fae for a moment. "Get the earplugs and headset onto her," she tells the man.

He nods, his long dirty blonde hair waving from the motion. "Will do. Sabrina, pass me the headset, will ya?"

The woman with straight black hair unhooks the headset from the back of the pilot's seat and hands it to him. "Don't forget to turn it on this time."

He rolls his eyes and produces a pair of earplugs, sticking them carefully but firmly into Summer's ears before slipping the headset onto her. He flicks a switch at the bottom of one of the ears, giving Susan the "OK" signal as a red light blinks into existence.

"Noise canceling headphones," Susan informs you. She tapes down another piece of gauze, making you twitch. "What in particular did you want to know about fae?"

"I don't really know anything," you say truthfully. "Most of what I know is from internet chatrooms and the bit of information in the dossier you guys sent me. But uh, I guess I'd like to know why they're weak to iron and whether or not they can perform magic."

There's a sharp intake of breath from the black-haired woman as you mention the last word. Susan gestures for her to speak. "This is Sabrina, by the way."

"Most of what you think is 'magic' or glamour is just belief-based body manipulation, as you should have learned from the dossier," Sabrina says quickly, blowing past any need for introductions. "There hasn't actually been any recorded instances of magic to this date, or at least nothing that can't be explained by scientific theories. The weakness to pure iron, for example, just seems to be a combination of a severe iron allergy along with a psychosomatic reaction upon learning that they've been cut by iron."

She takes a deep breath.

(3/4)

"You might have heard of the myth of 'cold iron' before, from myths or folklore. Cold iron refers to a variety of things, but usually refers to cold wrought iron, which is iron shaped at somewhere around room temperature without the use of heat. Our agents have not recorded any noticeable difference in combat effectiveness between cold wrought iron knives and pure iron knives shaped through normal forging methods, which at least puts one of the myths of magic to rest. There's no difference in the molecular composition of either, so it wouldn't make sense from a scientific standpoint for there to be a difference—"

"Get to the point," Susan interrupts good-naturedly, an amused smile on her face.

"Yes, yes. As I was saying, there doesn't seem to be any evidence for magic or arbitrary effects caused by things unexplainable by science. But—" she slows down here "—there are always rumors cropping about some so and so vampire doing mind control or some people swearing that the werewolf gained mass out of nowhere during a transformation."

She leans down toward you, excitement palpable on her face. "So, you need to tell me: did you see any evidence of magic? Mind control? Invisibility?"

You lay there for a second, stunned by the revelation. Werewolves and vampires are real! Hah, you knew it!

...Oh wait, she's still waiting for your response to her question.

(4/4)

>Nope, don't tell them, you made a promise with Summer.
>Ah, surely the flimsy human technology can prevent Summer from hearing things. Spill your guts.
>Write-in.
>Any more questions?

>>39763694
>Nope, don't tell them, you made a promise with Summer.

>>39763694
>Nope, don't tell them, you made a promise with Summer.

>>39763694
"Besides necrotic tissue spreading so quickly? nah..."

>>39763694
"so besides an allergy to iron, what exactly separates people and fae? Anything that could be safely replicated?"

>>39763694
>Nope, don't tell them, you made a promise with Summer.
>Any more questions?
Werewolves? Vampires? So it isn't just fey, then? How infectious are those? Do you turn with a single bite? What about zombies or other undead? Dragons? Phoenices? Bigfoot?

How ambivalent are mythical beings, how much do we know about them?

>>39763770

For some reason I confused the words 'ubiquitous' and 'ambivalent'.

>>39763694
"Would a taser have helped in this case?"

>>39763694
>Write-in.
mention that she seemed to be messing with your head a bit (why she got the knife)

Don't tell!
>>39763711
>>39763728
>>39763770

Write-ins! Woo!
>>39763746
>>39763756
>>39763791

Silly, we already promised not to tell.
>>39763860

I've already been writing, haha. Calling vote now.

You blink. "Ah, sorry, I was just coming to terms with the fact that werewolves and vampires were real."

Susan chuckles. "Hah, that means we're going to blow your mind even more tonight."

You grin back at her before shaking your head. "Sorry, I don't think I saw Summer do anything that could be classified as magic. Although, I did notice that her skin turned black after I cut her, and that the black tissue spread really quickly."

Sabrina nods. "That's probably just an exothermic reaction, fueled by whatever makes up their biology along with their belief-based body manipulation encouraging the process along because they believe that the iron should be burning them." She sighs. "If only we had more resources, time, and fellow researchers so I could eliminate the 'probablys' in my previous statement."

Sounds reasonable enough to you. "Would a taser have helped in this case?"

Sabrina shrugs. "It would depend. Some fae might be strong enough to glamour up some sort of protective insulation over themselves, while others might react as a normal human would. Either way, if you're in range for a taser, you could just nick them with a knife."

So it probably wouldn't have done anything to Summer. Good to know. "So, besides vampires and werewolves, what else actually exists?"

"Lots of random things seem to be popping up nowadays," Susan says. "You can look through the records back at the office to get a more complete idea of what's been happening. Our organization was only founded, what, five years ago? That's when enough of these 'mythical' creatures started popping up that they actually established a group to deal with them. We're just the local branch in your area."

"Any creatures I would recognize from urban legends or fiction novels?" you ask. "Like, you know, cryptids, dragons, phoenixes or something like that?"

(1/2)

"Well," Susan says, "You got the standard weres of all sorts and sizes. Some branches down in Idaho reported something like a Bigfoot, you got skunk apes in Florida, the Loch Ness monster seems to be a thing now in the Great Lakes, and there's various other goat-man creatures and chupacabras down in the south. People that are literal giants and dwarves are coming out of hiding or something too, the giants twice to three times the size of your average human, and the dwarves around four feet or so? Either way, their both stronger and tougher than your average person, so don't try to take them on without the proper equipment. Some branch recently reported a so-called goblin warren, with deep branching tunnels underground. No dragons or zombies yet, thankfully, but at this rate..."

After reacting in excitement to first few, you begin to drift into unconsciousness to the sound of her voice, her dulcet tones soothing you into a fitful slumber. It's been a long day.

---

It seems like you only fell asleep for a second before Susan wakes you up, gently tapping your shoulder.

"We're going to be landing soon," she says softly. "Let me ask you something before we get you some stitches."

You blink the sleep out of your eyes and cover your mouth as you yawn. "Sure, go ahead."

"How do you feel about all of this? About tonight?" She glances at Summer. "I saw where you stabbed her in the shoulder. You were probably fending off her attack, weren't you?"

You nod a little shakily, the memories of the past few hours coming back in a rush.

"And unless I'm mistaken, I don't think you've ever suffered an injury as severe as this before, nor have you carried someone taller and heavier than you up a flight of stairs at the same time. How are you coping with everything?"

She looks at you with a bit of trepidation, as if waiting for you to break down at any moment.

(2/2)

>I-I'm perfectly f-fine.
>Break down, cry.
>I'm fine, I did what I had to do to survive.
>Me? Nah, I've had worse.
>She got what was coming for her.
>Fae aren't people. Why should I be worried?
>I had no choice, but I regret what I did.
>Write-in? (Mix-n-match?)

>>39764134
>I-I'm perfectly f-fine.
>Try not to cry, cry a whole lot

>>39764134
>I'm fine, I did what I had to do to survive.

>>39764134
>I-I'm perfectly f-fine.

>>39764130
>I kinda enjoyed it

>>39764144
>>39764149
>>39764157
>>39764178

A bit of protesting, bit of crying, bit of stoicism, and a bit of enjoyment.

Writing!

>>39764268
Oh hey, this thread is still running huh. Time for some morning investigation!

"I-I'm perfectly f-fine," you stutter. "A-and I'm not c-crying," you protest as you sniffle a little.

"It's okay to cry," Susan reassures you, gently stroking your head. "I'd give you a hug right now, but I just got your injury patched up. I don't think anyone expected you to do what you did tonight on your first mission."

"I-I did what I had to do," your blubber, not caring that your tears were soaking the seats. "I-I didn't w-want to d-die, but I also d-didn't want to k-kill her either."

"I understand," Susan says, and it really seems as though she does. "The situation was beyond your control. Just because you stabbed her in self-defense doesn't make you a bad person."

You nod, smearing the seat underneath your head with more of your tears. "T-thank you." You turn to wipe your nose on your sleeve, only to find that you don't actually have your shirt on at the moment.

Susan reaches underneath the seat and grabs a box of tissues, handing them to you without comment. You thank her again and blow your nose into the kleenex.

But even as you talk with her and listen to her comfort you, you realize that there's something that your not telling her, something that you barely even want to admit to yourself. Underneath all of the other feelings, you think—no, you KNOW that you enjoyed tonight in some pure, primal way. Not just the thrill of the possible danger, of being caught, or even of fighting for your life, but also just the pure carnage as you ripped through Summer's fingers and claws, the way she kneeled before you as you held your knife to her throat, the way you controlled whether she lived or died. You tremble as a wave of delight runs through you at the recollection, although Susan just offers you another tissue.

You might have a slight problem.

(1/3)

The helicopter touches down on the roof of a building. You aren't really sure where you are, considering how dark it is outside, but you know that you're in a city, going by the buildings and roads.

Susan clears that question up as she tells you that you're in Sunnyville, making you wonder why you expected the "local branch" to be anywhere else. Sunnyville is right next to your college, the University of California, and it would make a lot of sense for them to recruit someone nearby for a freaking local branch. You must have lost a lot more blood than you thought.

The door to the helicopter slides open. You move to get up, but Susan motions for you to stay down.

"It's cold, you're injured, and you aren't wearing anything but a bra that I unhooked so I could properly bandage the your injury."

You nearly slam yourself back down into the seats as you realize how close you were to disaster. Blushing, you listen to her instructions and wait for the stretcher to arrive. In a few minutes, two men dressed in nurse uniforms get into the helicopter and load you onto the stretcher, then carry you off of the vehicle.

You definitely feel a little embarrassed as you're being wheeled down a ramp and into an elevator as though you were some invalid, but it also feels kind of nice to have people taking care of you while you lazily lie there in the stretcher as they get you to your destination. Susan keeps pace with the stretcher, giving you some commentary about the building and the rooms that you're passing by. After the short elevator ride, you're apparently in the medical wing of the first floor.

The operating room is spacious and sterile, with a large assortment of machines along the wall and a clean table sitting in the middle of the room, a variety of instruments above it. The nurses move you onto the table as Susan grabs a surgical mask and puts it on before standing behind the doctors.

(2/3)

>>39764807
>self-defense
Yes, that's definitely what happened. 100%!

Some local anaesthesia and quite a few stitches later, you're being helped off of the table by Susan and walked to the door.

"Hey, don't you guys have some sort of super special healing potion or something?" you ask, suddenly inspired.

"Sure," Susan says. "You can use some sort of vampire blood derivative, although it's probably going to turn you into a vampire. You could use werewolf blood, but then... you'd also turn into werewolf. Nearly everything else is toxic."

"Dang it," you mutter, disappointed.

"Maybe in the future," Susan assuages you. "Once we get enough people looking more closely at these creatures, we might be able to find a way to replicate the effects of their physiology without the nasty side effects or diseases. For now though, you'll just have to sleep on your stomach."

Susan tells how how to take care of your stitches, making sure that you know to keep them clean and dry at all times, and to avoid any strenuous activities for the next week or two. You're kind of iffy on the last point, but then she gives a few examples of what might happen if you rip the stitches open, from inflammation to infection to the entire wound opening back up, so you shudder and agree to her instructions.

You have to make a decision now, though. Susan is offering to let you stay the night in one of the unused rooms, but you also need to get back before your roommate panics or your parents call your phone and you're not there to pick up.

(3/3)

>Just stay the night, you're in no condition to move now. Make Susan promise to wake you up in a few hours.
>Go back to your college dorms, you're reasonably sure you can take the train and then a bus back.
>Claim you can't sleep, try to explore the place even though you're dead on your feet.
>Write-in.

>>39764825
>Go back to your college dorms, you're reasonably sure you can take the train and then a bus back.
We can always come back at a more opportune time!

>>39764825
>Just stay the night, you're in no condition to move now. Make Susan promise to wake you up in a few hours.
>Write-in.
Call our roommate and parents and let them know we're safe, make up something about staying at a friends or something

>>39764825
>Just stay the night, you're in no condition to move now. Make Susan promise to wake you up in a few hours.

>>39764825
>Claim you can't sleep, try to explore the place even though you're dead on your feet.
guess our new fae existence is already promising trouble

>>39764825
>Go back to your college dorms, you're reasonably sure you can take the train and then a bus back.

>>39764825
>local anaesthesia

Thank God, I thought they'd bring us down for the surgery for a second. We definitely don't want to be examined too closely.

>Just stay the night, you're in no condition to move
now. Make Susan promise to wake you up in a few hours.

Call your roomie before you go to bed though.

>>39764854
If we do end up staying I hope we do this at least.

>>39764864
And looks like our boss has a lot of talents too!

>>39764825
>>39764854
Yeah backing.

>>39764825
I wonder how all these potions apparently turning you into the monsters they come from works with the more scientific approach to the supernatural exactly. Do these vampires and werewolves always have nanobots or whatever in their blood ready to heal and turn unsuspecting blood-drinkers? Seems weird, at least our fae-mom did it on purpose so it's a bit more believable.

>>39764825
>Just stay the night, you're in no condition to move now. Make Susan promise to wake you up in a few hours.

I hope the bed is soft at least. Gotta get a good night's sleep!
Hope Summer gets through things okay, I got a load more questions for her in less stressful circumstances.

>>39764964
It was mostly a tongue-in-cheek response. There's a bit of progress made on vampy blood, but otherwise she's just implying that you'll transform and be healed. Sorry if I wasn't clear.

Stumble home!
>>39764844
>>39764863

Get some rest before you collapse, dang it.
>>39764854
>>39764859
>>39764864
>>39764919
>>39764966

"Sleepwalk"
>>39764862

Also, calling your roommate and telling them your okay. Maybe calling your parents if it turns out that you missed a call from them.

Writing!

>>39765031
>just...transform
So...exactly what it said/I was wondering?

>>39765053
Oh, sorry. Think of them as infectious diseases. Trying to locate what exactly is giving the healing affect while avoiding the whole "infection" and "disease" portion is a little hard.

Ah yes, please roll a 1d100 to see if manage to wake up after a few hours, despite the fact that you're going to sleep at 6am and you're heavily injured and exhausted.

Best of three.

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>39765107
Here goes nothing...

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>39765107
last post for me, im out for the night. thanks for running though.

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>39765107

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>39765107

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Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>39765107

SATAN

>>39765118
>>39765123
Good night! Thanks for playing.
>>39765124

Wow, just barely. Writing!

>>39765140
Clearly our protagonist is a reliable and punctual gal.

QM did you fail your staying awake roll

>>39765822
He was abducted by lewd season-themed fae.

You'll stay the night, you decide. It'd be bad if you somehow fell asleep on the train or bus and missed your stop. Susan seems pleased with your decision, immediately leading you to an empty room on the opposite side of the building from the medical wing. You put on your t-shirt carefully after you got the stitches, and you now have your jacket draped over your arm. The air in the hallway is a bit chilly, but you bear with it as you realize that you're going to sleep soon anyways.

"Is there anything else that you need before I go?" Susan asks.

"Maybe a bit of water," you say, rubbing your parched throat. "By the way, can I use the burner phone to call my roommate?"

"Sure," Susan says. "Go ahead, I'll get you a new phone to take with you in the morning."

"Thanks."

As she walks out of the room to get you some water, you pull out the brick of a burner phone and dial your roommate's number. It's one of the few numbers you actually bothered to memorize, the numbers being your home phone, your parent's cellphone numbers, and Summer's number now too, you suppose.

Your roommate doesn't pick up on the first dial, nor the second, or the third. It's only on the tenth call do you finally hear someone pick up the phone. You wait for a moment, but there's dead silence on the other end.

There's a bottle of water on the nightstand next to the bed that you're sitting on. Huh. Susan must have come in sometime while you were busy trying to call your roommate, and you didn't even notice.

You twist the cap off of the bottle and take a sip, wetting your throat so that your voice sounds more normal.

A loud snore from the other end suddenly breaks the silence of the call. You sigh and clear your throat as you prepare to speak.

You bring the phone up to your mouth. "Alice! Wake up!"

"...Hguhh?"

You get up and close the door to your room before shouting a few more times into your phone.

"I get it, I get it," Alice mutters angrily. "I'm awake, what's up?"

(1/4)

"It's me, Rachel," you say. "I'm just calling to tell you that—"

"Rachel?!" she shrieks, making you flinch and pull your phone away from your ear. "Where have you been? I tried to stay up all night waiting for you because you didn't even take your cell phone, but I must have fallen asleep at some point."

"I'm fine, Alice, I just forgot to take my phone with me, that's all." You push onwards before she can interrupt you. "I just wanted you to know that I'm fine, and I'm currently staying at a friend's house, so don't worry about me. Sorry for not telling you where I was going."

"You're okay then?" Alice sounds relieved. "When do you think you're going to get back?"

"Maybe sometime around 1 or 2 o'clock?" you say. "I accidentally stayed up a little late, as you can tell by the time. Did I miss any calls on my phone?"

"Nope," Alice says before yawning. "No missed calls or texts."

"That's good," you say. "Alright, sorry for waking you up. Go back to sleep, I'll see you in a few hours."

"Good night," she manages to say, before you hear her begin to snore again.

You're unable to keep the smirk off of your face as you hang up on your end. Alice somehow manages to be worse then even you when it comes to falling asleep extremely quickly and being incredibly hard to wake up.

You set the crude alarm function on the phone to around 12 o'clock, giving yourself exactly six hours to sleep, before dropping it onto the nightstand. You want to take a better look around the room, but the pillow is just too inviting. You haven't brushed your teeth or changed out of your clothes, you realize, but you're too tired to care.

You lay down on your stomach and manage to wrap the blanket sheets loosely around yourself before falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.

---

(2/4)

You wake up nearly in the same position you fell asleep in, your neck a little cramped due to the awkward position of lying on your stomach.

The simple alarm is beeping on your nightstand, so you reach out and hit buttons on the phone until it stops. You lie there on the bed for a few minutes, basking in the bit of sunlight streaming through the window as you muster the effort to get out of bed.

Someone knocks on the door. "I'm awake," you shout, pushing yourself up and swinging your legs off of the bed. The air is chilly to your bare arms, so you put on your jacket.

"Can I come in?" Susan asks.

"Sure," you respond, walking up to the door and opening it.

Susan greets you with a smile as she hands you a toothbrush and a tiny travel-sized tube of toothpaste. She's changed out of her uniform and tactical vest sometime during the night, and is now just wearing a dark sweater that accentuates her previously unseen curves and a simple pair of jeans.

"Thought you might like to brush your teeth and freshen up," Susan says. "The bathroom's just down the hall, on your right. Can't miss it."

You follow her instructions and easily find the bathroom. You take your time brushing your teeth and getting the last bits of gunk out of your hair and off your face. The makeup goes down the drain as well, although there isn't much of it left between the blood and sweat making their rounds upon your face. You pull the fake piercings off and stash them in your pocket, but you clean your glasses and leave them on your face, having no better place to put them. The lavender-pink hair dye is going to take a lot longer to grow out, although you suppose you could just dye it black if you really wanted to. The color is beginning to grow on you a little.

(3/4)

When you leave the bathroom, you find Susan waiting for you.

"I know you're in a hurry to leave," Susan says, "so I'm going to make this conversation as brief as possible."

You sort of feel like you know what she's going to ask you next.

"Do you want to officially join our organization?" she asks. "Well, at least as official as we can make it, considering that we're supposed to be a secret. We'll add you to the roster, and you'll be a full member as long as you perform your duties. You'll receive a monthly paycheck that'll funneled to your bank account under whatever guise you want, whether it's a side job, an internship, or a scholarship."

"W-wait, before I agree to anything, what's the name of this organization again?" You vaguely remember her saying something on the helicopter last night, but you must have fallen asleep.

"We're the Paranormal Investigation Bureau," Susan says. "So how about it? I can assure you that your future missions will be nowhere near as dangerous as your previous one."

(4/4)

>Why not? Sign me up for some cash and excitement.
>No, I'd rather not have anything to do with this
>Ask questions (Write-in.)
>Write-in.

>>39765878
>Ask questions (Write-in.)
What kinda jobs WILL we be doing? How often would we be expected to work?

>>39765878
>>39765889
This, I'm all for it, sounds like good money with great benefits and insurance plans, but I want to actually know what we'll be signing up to do.

>>39765878
>Why not? Sign me up for some cash and excitement.
Although how much time do we need to invest in this? I recall we were studying. Might be unwise to join if we can't at least fake continuing our education.

>>39765878
>You got any kind of contract or info-letter I can look at when I have better time and presence of mind? I really don't know much about you other than the whole 'sending amateur on dangerous mission' part. Sorry.

>>39765878
>Ask questions (Write-in.)
Get some more information on what those nebulous 'duties' would involve.

>>39765878
>Ask questions (Can I sleep on it before deciding? What kind of hours should I expect? Considering the talk of vampires and werewolves earlier, what would happen if I get turned somewhere down the line? Has something like that ever happened? Do you have werewolves on staff? Could I meet one? )

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>>39766024

Questions, questions, questions.

Writing!

>>39766046
This is no time to be slack on getting info after all!
Also what timezone are you in OP? This is a ridiculously long session.

>>39766106
PST, I have some free time until about 3 in the afternoon, so I'll probably run for a little longer before ending and catching a few hours of sleep.

>>39766123
Wow, that's dedication. Kudos!

Obviously we don't have any previous experiment with spooky supernatural shit, what about regular ol' detectiving though?

>>39766463
You've got a few years worth of exploring abandoned ruins and spooky forest trails, for whatever that's good for.

>>39766541
Weeell, we might be decent for a newbie at searching and exploration stuff. Beyond that, hope we learn fast!

"If you don't mind, I have a few questions," you say.

Susan nods. "Understandable. Let's talk in your room."

You and Susan head back into the room and close the door, giving yourselves a modicum of privacy. She pulls out a chair from underneath a desk that you failed to notice last night, and tells you to sit on the bed in consideration of your back.

You lean backwards on your the bed, trying to find a comfortable position as you splay your arms behind you. Your sore muscles loosen as you stretch, and you let out an involuntary groan as you feel the events of last night catching up to you.

Susan waits patiently as your thigh and calf muscles spasm and you stretch them out in front of you, your toes curling as you feel the endorphins rush through your body.

"Sorry," you tell Susan, your cheeks flushing as you realize what you've been doing. "I had to get that out of the way."

"A little sore?" she chuckles. "I've been there before. You must have had quite the workout yesterday. So, questions?"

"Yeah," you say, taking some time to think. "Okay, so first of all, what do you mean by 'duties' or 'missions'? How often do you expect me to do them, and how much time do I need to invest in this job?"

"Good questions," Susan says. "Well, since you're a college student, your main job would be keeping an eye out for anything going on around campus, such as any suspicious rumors or sightings, and investigate them if need be. You'd mostly only be going on missions over the weekend, and they shouldn't take more than a day. We'd just send you out to investigate something, observe or take samples, and leave. Direct engagement is something that's left to the people actually trained for and experienced in combat." She pauses. "But of course, in an emergency situation, you might be called upon even if it isn't the weekend. We won't send you on any suicide missions, however."

Huh. That actually doesn't sound too bad. "Hypothetically speaking, what if an emergency situation or something of the sort came up, and I get infected in the crossfire? Has that happened before? Are there any employees who aren't human?"

Susan shakes her head. "As far as I know, all of our employees at the moment are human. A few years ago, one of our potential recruits was bitten by a were in a situation that did not have anything to do with our organization. It was bad luck, plain and simple, and we immediately lost contact with him. There isn't anything else other than that one isolated incident."

"What if I do get infected, but I want to continue working for you guys? I'm sure someone with vampire strength or something could be useful."

Susan takes on a thoughtful expression. "There isn't any precedent for such an incident occurring, but I suppose if the agent in question could demonstrate complete control of themselves and avoid being influenced by outside sources, we could allow them to continue working for us." She blinks, realizing what you just implied. "Don't even think about getting infected with vampirism on purpose, Rachel." She stops again and looks at you. "Can I call you that?"

(2/3)

"Uh, Rachel? Yeah," you say, startled by the turn in the conversation. "Since we don't have fae or anyone like that nearby, you might as well use my real name. So what were you saying?"

"Vampires would be a lot less useful than you'd think, Rachel," Susan says, getting back on topic. "They're essentially slaves to their bloodthirst. You cut yourself while they're hungry, and they'll turn on you even if they're your best friend. Although they can and actually need to eat normal food to receive the required nutrients, they have a physical and psychological addiction to human blood. With that in mind, you should be able to see how they'd make unstable and thus unsuitable agents for this line of work."

"Sounds a lot less awesome than I expected," you admit. "But don't screw around with trying to become a vampire or something, got it."

"I'm glad you understand. Anything else you want to ask?"

"One more question, I think. Do you have some sort of contract or pamphlet I could go over in more detail when I have the time to do so? I'm kind of in a hurry right now and I don't want to rush any decisions."

Susan shakes her head. "Sorry, I don't think any pamphlet could tell you more than what I've already told you at the moment. As for the contract, well, we're supposed to be a secret agency. No public records, no affiliation with anyone else. If you decide to work for us, we're just going to be paying you based upon the work you do, not by contract or a fixed income. In a sense, this isn't really a job, moreso that we're merely giving you monetary incentive to look into things and provide information for us."

You sit back and think for a moment. Is there anything else you'd want to ask?

(3/3)

>Nah, I'm good. Take the job offer.
>Nah, I'm good. Don't take the job offer.
>Ask more questions because it never ends (Write-in)
>Write-in.

Okay guys, I'm going to call it quits here. My brain has flicked a switch and it's getting hard to think and write coherently, and this coffee isn't doing jack anymore.

I'll be here to answer questions for a little while before I collapse, otherwise the next thread will probably be on Wednesday, which I guess is tomorrow.

Hope you guys enjoyed it, I'll archive this before I go.

>>39766782
>>Nah, I'm good. Take the job offer.

>>39766819
thanks for the thread RL

>>39766782
>Nah, I'm good. Take the job offer.
Sure, sure. They could clearly use some supernatural help anyway.

>>39766819
Thanks for running!

>>39766782
>Nah, I'm good. Take the job offer.

>>39766782
>Nah, I'm good. Take the job offer.

>>39766819
>Wednesday
Based QM
Do we actually remember Summer's number? Wouldn't be much point adding it to a throwaway phone after all.

>>39767015
Yes, you managed to memorize it, and you're smart enough to know not to record it anywhere.

Alright, I'm gonna archive and sleep now. Thanks to everyone that participated!

>>39767094
Eh? I'm archiving right now.