>>43575081

Midnight finds you outside, gazing up at the sky. Your eyes dance as you search for some sign of the distant stars, but your search is a fruitless one. All but the brightest stars are hidden, cloaked behind the dull glow of street lights, caught in a haze of polluted city air. At least in the other world, the cloud are natural and not the product of man. That other world is a world of stillness, untouched by humans. Beautiful, in a strange and hostile way.

You're snapped out of your thoughts as Petra drops her heavy coat over your shoulders, the garment falling in loose folds around you. True enough, you'd barely noticed the cold up until now. Your mind was... elsewhere. With a slight grunt, the taller girl sits down next to you and speaks up. “Thinking deep thoughts?” she asks.

Sighing – more like yawning, really – you lean against her. It's like resting on a brick wall, unyielding and yet reassuring. You'd be in so much trouble, you tell Petra eventually, if Marco was here. If he knew you were letting a bunch of strangers throw a party in his house, he'd... he would...

“Mia?” Petra asks as you swallow hard against the sudden lump in your throat, tears forming in your eyes. All this trouble and strife, you could deal with, but thinking about your normal life with your Marco – the life you might never get back – hits you harder than you ever expected. “Ah, it will be fine, yes?” Petra tells you awkwardly, patting you on the shoulder. That might just be the worst attempt at consolation you've ever seen, but you appreciate it nonetheless.

“Get some sleep,” the redhead tells you after a while, “Tomorrow will be a big day, yes? Lots of work to do.”

She's not wrong there. Nodding, you rise and return inside, already thinking about what is to come.

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>>43575085

The next morning Cassandra arrives early, as the other members of your little group are rising from the various spare rooms they claimed. She looks a little haggard, about as tired as you feel, but her voice is light as she greets you. The subject of what happened yesterday never comes up, although you can sense the spectre of those events lingering over both of you. If she holds some grudge against Amelia, she doesn't show any sign of it.

“I've been thinking,” she tells you simply, “We need more information before we can do anything. It seems like we spent most of our time digging up information, back in the day,” a faintly nostalgic smile crosses her face here, like someone recalling a pleasant dream. “Ah, but anyway, I think that's our next move. It certainly beats wandering at random, doesn't it?”

That it does, you agree, before raising a hesitant suggestion. Didn't Cassandra mention knowing Mister Black? He might be able to offer some help – maybe you should try and find him first?

“That... um,” Cassandra pauses for a moment, “That wasn't my original plan but it would work, yes.”

Before you can ask about her original plan, Amelia's voice calls out from behind you. “Cassandra wants to visit the fairies. I can't possibly imagine why. Still, they might have a degree of knowledge of what might happen next. Listen, I don't want anyone wandering off on their own, okay? Safety first, so if you go looking for Mister Black, take someone along with you.”

That makes sense, you suppose. Still, you're not sure which option would be your best choice. You don't know anything about these fairies, but on the other hand, how much do you know about Mister Black, really?

>Visit the fairies with Cassandra
>Look for Mister Black with (Petra/Elliot/Joseph)
>Try some other plan (Write in)

>>43575094
>Visit the fairies with Cassandra
What will the other group be doing?

>>43575121

>The others will be taking the other option. Finding Mister Black, if Mia goes with Cass for example

>>43575094
>Visit the fairies with Cassandra
We should probably move as a group inside that realm, and we can visit Mr. B later. Not safe for Cass alone either. If we're visiting we should take the whole group, get introductions out of the way for later.

>>43575143
Alright. Before we leave Ask Lilim where Mister Black might be to help out the other group a little.

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>>43575121
>>43575164

You'll go with Cassandra, you announce. You'd like to meet these fairies, see what they have to say about the other world. Besides, you've still got lingering remnants of the fascination with fairies that most children have. You'd have to be pretty cold to pass up a chance like this.

“You'll like it there, I think,” Cassandra tells you, “Their land is peaceful, the inhabitants kind... Well, mostly kind, I mean. There were some... moments...”

“That leaves the rest to me,” Petra declares, causing you both to jump. For someone so big, she can move surprisingly quickly when she wants to. “Very good. I will take the fop with me, yes? He could use the exercise.”

“Well, I'm glad to see that I'm being given a choice in the matter,” Elliot pouts as he joins you all. After all the brandy you saw him drink last night, you'd been expecting him to be a little rougher around the edges, but here he is – perfectly dressed as usual. He's even shaved, without a spot of stubble on his cheeks. “But someone needs to keep an eye on you, so I'll let you off with it this time.”

“Sure, great,” Amelia sighs, “Before you go, a warning. This transition isn't without drawbacks. Don't go overusing it – the more often you use it, the more likely it is that you'll attract too much attention to yourselves. I don't know if anything can intercept you or anything, but I'd rather not tempt fate. That aside, be careful. There might still be some bugs that need worked out.”

Well, um, not that you're scared or anything, but before you use the experimental, untested equipment you've got something else you wanted to try out. You've got a demon who claims to know things – maybe she can give Petra and Elliot a lead on Mister Black?

>>43575362

“Mia dear,” Elliot says in a smooth voice, “You're a lifesaver.”

Well, you add, he shouldn't thank you just yet. You don't know how much help she'll be. With that, you take out your phone – noting the new icon, marked “Gateway” - and summon Lilim. There is the slightest scent of brimstone as the little devil appears, yawning and stretching in a lithe, sensual way.

“Mornin' everyone,” she sighs, “Nebiros, right? Or... Mister Black, whatever he's calling himself these days. I hear he's moved into some property lately – a club, or so the rumours go. It'll be a thriving establishment soon enough.”

“Of course,” Cassandra muses, “It would be, wouldn't it?”

“I see,” Petra nods, “Then I can lead us there. I think I know the place.”

“Alright, come on,” Amelia claps her hands together to draw everyone's attention, “We're wasting time here people, get into your teams and go!”

You frown a little at that, not quite sure what the desperate hurry is, but you nevertheless return Lilim to storage and join Cassandra's side. Together, on the count of three, you touch the Gateway icon on your phones. In that instant, the world shudders in the usual way – you're actually getting used to this – and your vision blurs. Then, and this is something you didn't expect, the world seems to drop away from you for a moment, leaving you hanging in an empty black void.

This is... this isn't supposed to happen! You grasp this on some base, instinctive level, every fibre of your body certain that this is a terrible mistake. You feel no sense of movement – if anything, the sensation of stillness is worse than that – and can do nothing but move your eyes or wait. So that's what you do, wait in the darkness and hope that the others are okay.

“Praying for someone else?” A sly voice reaches out from the void, “Maybe you should keep those prayers for yourself...”

>>43575516
Hi Mastema

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>>43575516
...I swear to Amelia...

Speaking of Mastema, where the hell is Joseph? Did he stay with Amelia or go with Petra?

>>43575615

>Ah, he stayed behind with Amelia to ask some questions. Building bridges - or trying to, at least

>>43575626
Its a good idea. Hopefully they can come to some working relationship.

>>43575516

“Don't worry,” the voice continues, “I won't keep you long. I just wanted to, ah, warn you. Just a friendly warning, that's all.”

Friendly. Right. You try to answer this, to say anything in fact, but your voice seems utterly insignificant once it has escaped into the void. It is swallowed up by the darkness and reduced to nothing, without even an echo to mark its passage. If not for that other voice, you would be utterly alone here.

“Humans shouldn't toy with forces beyond their comprehension,” the voice tells you, “But in their hubris, they always do. We'll speak again in the future, I know that for certain, but for now let me just tell you this. Your “god”, that human, has been playing around with that head of yours, just like she's been playing everyone. She has her own game, and you're nothing more than a pawn in it.”

Amelia? She's been altering your mind as well?

“Ask her,” there is an implicit laugh in the voice, “If she admits it, then fine – we'll never speak again. I don't think she will, though. She'll deny it all, piling lie upon lie. When she does... we can decide what to do with her.” Those last few words fade away as the darkness around you grows lighter, until the void around you is a white one. Then, with a faint cracking sound, you find yourself in the real world. No, not the real world – the other world. You've arrived.

“Mia?” Cassandra asks, her voice concerned, “Are you okay? You spaced out for a second...”

Just a second, you ask yourself, surely it was longer than that?

>I'm fine. Let's keep moving
>I think something just happened to me
>Other

>>43575653
Hiccup in the transition, I'll ask Amelia about it later.

>>43575653
>I think something just happened to me
Some demon was talking shit about humans, Amelia, and hubris, calling it a warning.

Anyways
>I'm fine. Let's keep moving

>>43575697
>>43575653
Pretty much this.

Also didn't Amelia already admit to doing that and said she'd clear things up when Marco and Leon got back?

You're a step behind Mastema.

>>43575737
This might have been Heartless. This wasn't Mastema's style, nor Luci's or Meta's

>>43575754
Nyarly doesn't give a shit about 'hubris'. He just wants to have a good time.

This smells angel and Mastema is one to whisper things into people's heads without showing himself.

>>43575774
Or it could have been the Outsider too.

>>43575784
I doubt that. I think Amelia completely replaced the Outsider, just like the last Outsider replaced the last one, etc.

Only this time Amelia is attempting to prevent the World of Transition instead of welcoming it.

>>43575806
Given the previous 3rd option champion was but a herald? It very well might still be kicking around cause we didn't kill it. A phantom in the works.

>>43575831
No no. Not the herald. Outsiders get replaced when they do things like Amelia did and take power for themselves instead of giving to the current Outsider. Moloch said as much. The Outsider we replaced wasn't the first one. The only difference between Amelia and the rest of them is Amelia is the only that tried to prevent to rule of cycles while the rest created worlds that would be the next chain.

Being herald happens when you get duped by the Outsider at the very end.

>>43575737
I don't know. I thought it was implying that Amelia has been doing even more than we thought. Maybe this is paranoia but Mia was pretty quick just to accept things.

>>43575653
>>I think something just happened to me

>>43575882
Out of the group Mia is the one accepting things the least.

I honestly think Amelia just is being an idiot sometimes and needs someone to slap her upside the head on occasion like we established last thread.

Remember when we played her in Season 1. She's headstrong, short tempered, prone to sometimes making quick decisions, etc. She just needs someone keep her in line sometimes.

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>>43575362
>Their land is peaceful, the inhabitants kind

>>43575925
>>43575737
>>43575697
>>43575688

Just... just a minor hiccup with the transition, you tell Cassandra with a weak smile, you thought you heard some demon ranting at you for a moment. Shouting some nonsense about hubris and mankind being foolish. Nothing really, you were in no danger, but you'll mention it to Amelia when you get back.

“I don't know about this...” Cassandra begins, but you cut her off.

It's nothing, you stress, not worth abandoning the mission over. For now though, you should really get on with things. First things first, where are you now?

“That's Hyde Park just ahead of us,” Cassandra points to a large metal gate, the wrought iron blemished with age and corruption, “Well, the other world version of it anyway. I guess it's all the same in the end. Either way, that's the gateway to the fairy kingdom. I wonder if...”

What? You look carefully at Cassandra, and the curious smile that passes across her face. There's some reason she wanted to come here, isn't there? Something above and beyond your mission of gathering information. As you ask that, Cassandra grows flushed and mumbles out something that comes close to being an answer whilst still being completely meaningless. Interesting.

“W-well, you're right!” the older girl blurts out, “We should definitely get a move on!” Then, before you can ask any more awkward questions, she hurries off towards the gate and begins to tug on it, slowly dragging the rusted metal across the slick, snow covered ground. When it stands ajar, she squeezes through and vanishes into the park. Smiling a little at the sight of her haste, you hurry after her.

The fairy world, when you enter it, is nothing like you expected.

>>43576028

Lush trees line the path either side of you, rich green leaves hanging from lofty branches. A moment ago, you were up to your ankles in snow, but now you could be enjoying a particularly nice Spring day.

“It's always like this,” Cassandra tells you when you catch up with her, the other girl immediately reading the wonder and amazement on your face, “Apparently it's colder in the North. That's what Amelia said once, at least. I never had the chance to see for myself.”

You make a non-committal noise as you follow her, your mind still straying back to that dark void. Was that what Amelia had meant when she had mentioned being “intercepted”? But she said that was a danger after repeated journeys, didn't she? Then again, that was assuming everything she told you was the truth...

“We must be getting close now,” Cassandra mentions, touching your shoulder and pointing to a crooked marble ruin amidst the trees, thick ivy growing over much of it, “They don't like to talk about the ruins here – I never really knew why. Remains of some older culture, maybe? Well, regardless, we should reach the palace soon. Ah, I grew to love it there. Amazing really, how quickly I came to see it as home.”

You're about to remark that the place doesn't feel very homely – it feels deserted, to be honest, deserted and haunted – when the trees abruptly give way to a large clearing. In the distance, a crumbling castle looms up while right in front of you, a bronze statue catches the light from the warm sun. A tall woman with butterfly wings, the details of her body captured in magnificent detail. You and Cassandra both fall silent as you circle the statue, studying it carefully. Eventually, you kneel down and read the inscription on the base – LOVE THE QUEEN. OBEY THE QUEEN.

“That... wasn't there last time,” Cassandra admits awkwardly.

>>43576158
>LOVE THE QUEEN. OBEY THE QUEEN.
Welp TItania has gone of the deep end now. FML

>>43576158
>LOVE THE QUEEN. OBEY THE QUEEN.
Huh. I guess Oberon won't be doing too well.

>>43576158
>LOVE THE QUEEN, OBEY THE QUEEN
For a pair of brits this ought to be old hat, but still wtf Titania get your shit together.

Ah well, I suppose Nia could use something a little less omniscient to warm up her dope-slap hand.

>>43576158

You both finish the journey in silence, approaching the castle with the reluctance of men walking to the gallows. When you reach the door, Cassandra stops you, glancing back towards the statue with a vague frown of discontent.

“This might have been a mistake,” she admits, “Things have... changed here, or so it seems. I thought – hoped – this wouldn't happen. I don't think we should stay for long, just see what we can learn and leave. I just hope he's... Um, excuse me,” cloth rustles as Cassandra shakes her head, “Like I said, we shouldn't linger.”

Well, she's the one keeping you here. You were all prepared to get in and start asking questions before she stopped you. So, you add as you shrug off her hand, you're going in – it doesn't matter what you find in there. If they have the answers you seek...

For a moment, it looks like Cassandra is going to stop you by force, but then she relents with a sigh and follows you inside. You make it about two inches before you're stopped by a pair of the smallest guards you've ever seen – little pixies, if your childhood picture books were any indication.

“Halt, human!” the first shouts, “Why have you come here?”

“How have you come here?” the other asks, more politely, “We don't get many humans coming here.”

Before you can answer them – although you weren't sure which question to answer first – Cassandra blurts out a question of her own. “Excuse me!” she yelps, as though surprised by her own voice, “Where is Cu Chulainn? Is he... um... here?”

Who on earth is Cu Chulainn?

>Remind Cassandra why you're here
>Stay silent for now
>Other

>>43576364
>Stay silent for now
But have a genuine look of confusion throughout all that is about to transpire.

>>43576404
No, confusion is contagious. Act normal

>>43576364
>>Other
"A Coo what now?"

>>43576364
>Cass gets a memory dump
>First thing she does next morning is go for a booty call

Okay, I know she's not too religious anymore but holy shit Cass, calm down the ladyboner.

>stay silent for now
it'd be meta to answer otherwise, sadly.

>>43576455
She's been remembering Cu Chu for awhile now actually.

>"I have no idea what she's doing now – probably spending some quality time with a tub of ice-cream and a book about Welsh mythology. Long story, don't ask.”

So, anyone want to bet that Cernunnos is still not wearing any pants?

>>43576705
I'd give it very good odds.

>>43576705
>>43576737
I swear if we don't make a Donald Duck joke at some point...

>>43576765
Gonna have to explain that one to me.
Is it a dick joke?

>>43576828
Donald never wears pants I think is the joke.

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>>43576455
>>43576446
>>43576404

Cassandra's question shocks both you AND the pair of guards into silence. The pair of fairies look at each other in confusion before the first – the more assertive one, it would seem – speaks up.

“How do you know that name?” she asks slowly, before turning to you, “How does she know that name?”

How should you know? You didn't even know it was a name! Cu who?

“Wait a minute!” the second guard shouts, before grabbing her companion by the arm and dragging her into a huddle. The pair of them proceed to talk – argue – in a series of hisses and whispers while you and Cassandra exchange confused looks. It is an irritatingly long time before the pair of guards separate and return their attention to you.

“The Royal Knight is absent at the moment,” the first guard – or possibly the second, they look identical – tells you, “However, we would like you to accompany us. The queen would, no doubt, like to see you.”

“I see,” Cassandra can't quite hide her disappointment, but nods anyway, “Yes, we'll come with you. Mia, I think this is for the best. The queen might be able to help us. That statue outside was probably just, um, ceremonial or something. We can probably hang around for a little bit, at least. Say...” she asks as the guards begin to lead you further into the palace, “Do you know when he's supposed to get back? I mean, I'm just curious, that's all...”

“He should have been back a few-” one of the guards begins, before the other slaps her across the back of the head and hisses a warning. Loose lips, it would seem, are not appreciated in the kingdom. You don't say anything, nobody does, as you walk through the richly decorated hallway towards what looks like an audience chamber.

When you arrive, Cassandra takes a long, shuddering breath, and enters. With a shrug – what's all the fuss about, anyway? - you follow her inside.

>>43576876
>what's all the fuss about, anyway
Seriously, have Caasandra bring you up to speed as soon as possible/

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>>43576876

The audience chamber is very large and very empty, with a high stage at one side of the room and rows of seats at the other. You and Cassandra are the only people in the lower part of the room, while the stage itself has a single figure sitting there, atop a stone throne. It's the same woman you saw depicted in bronze, right down to the cool, emotionless face. A second throne sits to her side, but that one is empty. No, not empty – there is a crown sitting atop the velvet pillow, as though someone was expected to take it up at any moment.

“So...” the queen announces softly, standing and crossing to the balcony so she can lean down and look at you both, “Humans, once more, in my domain – one that I recognise, and one that I do not. But, to see you here, this must mean that the barrier is failing. Am I correct?”

You glance aside to Cassandra, your confusion only growing deeper. So... Cassandra know this woman, the queen of the fairies, and she didn't think to mention it? Was she just keeping her knowledge close to her chest, or was this another thing that Amelia altered? No, you can't just assume that everything is tainted, just because of some vaguely worded warning... right?

Cassandra, noticing your glance, gives you a minute shrug. An “I'll tell you later” shrug. Fine – if that's the way she wants to play things. Before either of you can answer the queen's question, she speaks again.

“Ah, but I've not introduced myself,” her voice is silky, at odds with her expressionless mask of a face, “I am queen Titania, ruler of the fair folk. This is my little corner of creation, and I don't appreciate any attempts at invasion. So, tell me, is that your goal?”

>We're just here for information
>I think Cassandra here has something else in mind
>What do you mean, “invasion”?
>Other

>>43576954
>We're just here for information

>>43576954
>>We're just here for information

>>43576954
>We're just here for information
>We have no ill-will nor intention of starting a conflict

>>43576954
>We're just here for information
>What do you mean, “invasion”?

>>43576954
>>I think Cassandra here has something else in mind
>>43576954
Don't say this, it will remind Titania of how she can manipulate Cassandra.

>>43576954
>No, not empty – there is a crown sitting atop the velvet pillow, as though someone was expected to take it up at any moment.

A new Oberon or....

She misses Carnby a lot, enough to memorialize him there and not take on another king.

>>43577009
I mean thats kind of meta, but we weren't going to say it anyway, Mia is focused on the goal.

>>43576954
>We're just here for information
>Wait, what do you mean 'invasion'?

>>43577202
>>43577000
>>43576986
>>43576985
>>43576974

You're just here for information, you announce, before Cassandra can ask anything compromising. You have no intention, and you came here with no ill-will. Cassandra glances again in your direction before forcing her face into a stern shape, as if trying to imitate the queen's stoicism.

“That's right,” she says, “We just wanted to ask a few things. A little information, for old time's sake. That's not too much to ask, is it?”

“It's been a very long time since we were exchanging favours,” Titania muses, “Things have changed - YOU have changed – much since then. It would have been a lifetime for you, a world's lifetime. The world outside my domain has changed as well – I know little of what goes on out there.”

“Oh...” Cassandra looks down at her feet, “Then, we should leave immediately. I don't want to take up any more of your time.”

“Wait,” Titania raises her hand to stop Cassandra from running off, “I might not be able to help you, but that doesn't mean I can't offer you any help. Not so long ago, one of my subjects was taken prisoner by The Shackle, yet she was able to escape their barbaric clutches. That's why you came here, is it not? To learn about them?”

You pause, not quite sure how to answer that. She's right, of course, but how did she know? The thought of her being able to reach into your mind and take the information right from the source comes to you with a jolt of fear. Not another one-sided relationship...

“They're the talk of the land,” Titania covers up a small laugh, “The terror of the land, it might be appropriate to say. There is little else to ask about, these days.”

That's... you have no idea how correct that might be, actually. You guess so?

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>>43577271

“Take her into your care,” Titania waves a hand indifferently, “She can help you, guide you, even serve as a warrior, if you are still in the summoning game, as it were. Don't worry about thanking me, or asking the price – we'll call this one a gift, in honour of our reunion.”

That's... suspiciously convenient. You thank her regardless of her words, but before you turn to leave another question strikes you. What did she mean when she said “invasion”? Is that a problem?

“Mia,” Cassandra hisses, “We don't have time for this!”

“Every so often, forces from The Shackle will invade these lands with the aim of kidnapping my subjects. Vile bastards, the lot of them,” the curse seems out of place on Titania's lips, not least because her face doesn't waver when she delivers it, “Outside, their forces are too strong to retaliate, and so we are forced to focus on defending our home – from threats both internal and external. They have spies everywhere, you see. Fools who believe they will be granted leniency if they cooperate.”

“I see,” Cassandra says, with a kind of strained patience, “But...”

“But this isn't your business,” Titania agrees, “Perhaps one day, we can come to some arrangement. For now, though, I would have my privacy. Your assistant should be waiting outside.” Having announced this, Titania sits back down upon her throne, and dismisses you with a wave. Her hand, you notice as you leave, falls to the throne besides her, slender fingers stroking the unworn crown softly.

Outside the audience chamber, flanked by the two guards, another fairy hovers in the air. She looks up with a nervous smile when she sees you. “Um,” she trills, her voice musical, “I'm Hua Po. Are we going to be working together?”

>Take her into your service
>Let Cassandra take her
>Ask her for information, but don't take her along

>>43577344
>Her hand, you notice as you leave, falls to the throne besides her, slender fingers stroking the unworn crown softly.
Aww~. Called it

>Take her into your service
Cass's Wingless/Automata is damn versatile. Meanwhile we only have lightning.

>>43577344
>Take her into your service

>>43577344
>Take her into your service
"That's right, I'm Mia."

>>43577344
>>Take her into your service
C U T E
U
T
E

We're gonna collect every cute girl demon out there

>>43577366
>>43577389
>>43577393
>>43577416

That's right, you say, you'll be working with her from now on. Your name is Mia – you're very happy to meet her. You take her little hand and shake it gently, smiling a little at the curious sensation of her warm – warmer than the human norm – skin. Now that you're properly introduced, maybe she can share her what she knows?

“R-right,” she nods nervously, “They took me all the way to their auction house, but I was able to slip out. Sometimes the guards get drunk, you see...”

“Could you lead us there?” Cassandra asks gently, “We'll keep you safe – don't worry about that – but we need to know where that auction house is.”

“It's outside of the city,” Hua Po nods again, her head bobbing in a rapid series of dips, “A big old house that they took over. It'll be dangerous, though, are you really sure about this?”

You exchange a glance with Cassandra – just one more quick look that conveys much. This time, you see agreement in her eyes, confirmation of this one thing. You can't turn back now. If this auction house has a lead on where you can find Marco...

As you're leaving the palace with your new companion, you wonder aloud how Petra and Elliot are getting on. Maybe they've had their own measure of success?

>Please choose a character
>Mia
>Petra

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>>43577609
>Petra

>>43577609
>Petra

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>>43577609
>>Petra

Also Mia and Flynn would get a long huh?

>>43577609
>Petra

Ha! Ha! Time for lesbian slavs!

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>>43577766
>>43577755
>>43577651
>>43577627

“You gotta lot of nerve comin' in here like that,” the giant brute before you snarls, his uneven teeth jutting out from his mouth at all kinds of odd angles, “This ain't your turf, humie, so get the fuck outta here!”

Your name is Eirin Petrushka – although you prefer Petra – and you've missed this. You really have. Sure, you occasionally butt heads with drunks at the bar you work at, or overeager steroid junkies at the gym, but those losers are small time. This red-skinned giant before you, well, this is a real enemy. You just wish that you could beat the shit out of him personally.

“Er, maybe this isn't such a good idea,” Elliot – that foppish fool – stammers, his weak hand falling on your shoulder. He might be right actually – there are another three demons sitting not so far away, watching with eager eyes – but you've never been one to worry about what's a good idea or not. When you want to do something, you do it. Sometimes it works out, sometimes it doesn't.

“OUTSIDE!” the barman, a broad shouldered man in a finely cut suit, shouts at you, “This is a respectable establishment, and I won't have you smashing the place up. If you're going to fight, take it outside.”

“So how about it, humie?” the Oni sneers, “We take this outside, only one of us is comin' back in...”

“Petra...” Elliot warns you, but you only shake his hand off and meet the Oni's burning gaze.

You've missed this SO much.

>Slink away like Elliot suggests
>Take this outside and make this guy eat dirt
>Try to de-escalate the situation
>Other

Instead of searching for information we accompanied Cass on her quest for dick.

And I'm really down to have a team of all cute girls and then also Mara.

>>43577808

>Character sheets:
>Petra: http://pastebin.com/YqydHj1x
>Elliot: http://pastebin.com/saasKP4t

>>43577808
>Take this outside and make this guy eat dirt
Its good to be back in the saddle.

>>43577808
>>Take this outside and make this guy eat dirt

>>43577808
>Take this outside and make this guy eat dirt

>>43577808
>Take this outside and make this guy eat dirt

>>43577808
>Take this outside and make this guy eat dirt

Or better yet, eat dicks.

>>43577808
>You just wish that you could beat the shit out of him personally.
Sooon. Got to start getting equipment again.

Why don't we start with getting our old Oni Fangs again?

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Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>43577903
>>43577883
>>43577882
>>43577860
>>43577856

Outside then, you tell the brute with a savage grin before turning and sauntering out, daring the demon to follow you. Judging by the scraping of chairs and the thundering of footsteps, he's not the only one to follow you outside.

“Uh, no,” Elliot tells the retreating demon as he sees the new trio, “Uh, this is supposed to be a fair fight - you don't get to bring friends.” The words are barely out of his mouth before the demons shove him aside, pushing his reedy body right into the wall as they stomp out of the bar.

That's fine with you – you're happy to humiliate this loser in front of his friends. A cold wind greets you as you leave the bar, catching your long braid and tossing it about like a flag. You notice the emblem on the Oni's roughly made tunic – a stylised chain. So, this bastard works for The Shackle, does he? Perfect.

“When I'm done with you,” the brute growls, “I'm gonna sell your ass at auction. Might not get much for a corpse though!” The trio of watching demons cheer at that, pounding meaty fists against powerful chests and roaring with glee. “Mmm, I smell a scared girl...”

Then it must be his mother, you spit back, because you're going to hit him so hard that she'll feel it for weeks.

“You bitch!” he roars, lifting his iron club and waving it about like a lunatic. Coolly, calmly, you draw your phone and summon your demon, Amelia's gift to you. Dullahan, the armoured warrior of ill-omen. Time to pluck out some of those fangs of his

>Please roll 1D100, I'll take the highest of the first three

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>43578028
Nice roll Moloch...

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>43578028
I got this

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>43578028

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Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>43578028

>>43578065
Nice, difference of 12 should make this more managble.

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>43578065

For the first few moments of the fight, the two warriors circle each other cautiously, as if waiting for a chance to stab their enemy right in the back. That careful dance doesn't last long, though, as the Oni's patience runs out. Howling with bloodlust, he lashes out with his massive iron club – a blow that would be impossible for any human, no matter the strength. It's a crude blow, yet Dullahan is only just able to step out from its reach.

That first swing sets the tone for the fight. Whenever Dullahan gets close enough to potentially use her sword, the Oni forces her back with a wild blow. This is no good, you growl under your breath as the watching brutes begin to whistle and catcall. They're making a fool out of you. Well, not for much longer. With a roared order, you urge Dullahan onwards – death or glory.

Your armoured demon lunges forwards, her sword forming a natural extension to her arm as she thrusts, and yet the point skitters across the Oni's leathery hide. It leaves a graze – at most – but no real harm. Then the counter attack comes, a quick blow that swings up. Don't block it, you groan as you watch Dullahan raising her sword in a guarding posture, she's supposed to roll under that kind of attack!

The thin blade offers no resistance to the Oni's blow, the iron club bludgeoning her sword aside and battering the warrior to the ground. She flounders for a moment, defenceless, as the Oni raises his club for a finishing blow

>Please roll 1D100, best of the first three again.

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>43578224
Dammit Dulahan! Petra could do better herself with an enchanted weapon!

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>43578224

Wreck his shit!

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>43578224
This Oni is the opposite of that Dominion.

>>43578288
Yeah

Well shit. Now what? Leg it?

>>43578288

You watch, groaning with impotent frustration, as Dullahan flops around on the ground like a beached fish. Dullahan might have a great deal of sentimental value to you, but she can't seem to fight her way out of a paper bag. As you watch, she scrabbles up and starts to retreat when the blow comes down, smashing into her lower back and throwing her forwards with a pained grunt. Her head comes loose as she hits the ground, bouncing and rolling away with a series of trembling gasps. Her sword, spilling from numb fingers, skitters across the ground to land at your feet.

She must still be alive – if she was dead, the weapon would dissolve along with her. Glancing down at the weapon, a slow smile crosses your lips.

“Don't you bloody dare!” Elliot shouts, grabbing your arm and trying to drag you backwards, “We'll just run, won't we? We've had our fun, but I think it's time we left these fine gentlemen to their business. Isn't that right chaps?”

The group of Oni chuckle, some cracking their knuckles as they look you both over. They look... hungry.

>Elliot's right – for once. Run
>Time to get stuck in. Grab that sword and fight
>Make Elliot fight alongside you – he's got a demon, doesn't he?
>Other

>>43578391
>Time to get stuck in. Grab that sword and fight

>>43578391
>Time to get stuck in. Grab that sword and fight
God I hope we have better luck with you Petra. Cause when we do this we are probably playing for keeps.

>>43578391
>Time to get stuck in. Grab that sword and fight
Elliot's a coward! Time for murder!

>>43578461
No, he is just being smart, but it'd leave a bad taste in my mouth we didnt give this option a shot.

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>43578399
>>43578414
>>43578461

Shaking off Elliot's sweaty, nervous hand, you strip out of your bulky coat and fling it to the ground. Damn thing would only slow you down and it's no use as armour. The cold air hits you like a razor, but that's fine – it wakes you up, chasing away the last of last night's indulgences. Then, ignoring Elliot's bleating protests, you bend down to pick up the sword. It feels good in your hand. It feels right.

“You... You bloody fool!” Elliot cries, throwing his hands up in the air in disgust, “Have it your way, then, but I'm washing my bloody hands of you!”

Be a coward then, you sneer as you give the sword a few practice swings. You should have known better than to trust something like this to a demon – that was never how you operated, back in the day. Human muscle against demonic iron, that's the way to do it!

When they see you picking up the blade, the watching Oni jeer and mock, laughing scornfully at the sight. They can laugh all they fucking like. You'll take them on next, if you have to!

>Another 1D100 please, best of the first three as before!

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>43578528
Kick his ass Petra!

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>43578528
The Sky clears, a demon falls.

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>43578528

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>>43578028
>you don't get to bring friends

>>43578648
>We're fighting a big guy

>>43578542

“This a fuckin' joke?” the Oni barks as he sees you pointing the sword at him. Compared with the hulk of iron he calls a club, your blade looks like a toothpick. That doesn't matter – you're not scared of him.

Did he hear that? You're not fucking scared – you were never scared, not for a single moment.

“Heh,” he sneers, “I can smell the fear in the air, all girlish and pretty. Gotta say though – ain't much girlish about you. Might be better shavin' your head and sellin' you as a guy. That lil boy you got cowerin' behind you though... they'd make a real pretty thing!”

Disgusting. Before the Oni can make any more crude comments – although, you must admit, Elliot does have a certain girlish look to his features – you step in closer and spit right into his eye. The demon howls with sudden rage and, half blind, swings its club at you. It's a wild blow, and one you can easily duck under. While he's reeling from the clumsy blow, you have the perfect window of opportunity to stab the thin blade right into his knee. This blow is a good one, piercing right through in a gout of rich blood that stains the snow a bold red colour.

Roaring with pain, the Oni lurches up and makes a wild attempt to grab you – another attack you can slip under. This time, you thrust the needle-thin blade into his guts and twist it harshly, sending him right back down to his knees. So, you gloat as he moans with pain, maybe he's willing to talk now?

“Never!” the demon barks spitefully, “I ain't sayin' a thing!”

That's fine, you remark, as you grab his horns and twist his head back. There is a tremendous crash as he drops his club, shortly followed by a meaty crunch as you smash the pommel of the sword into his mouth. You hit him again and again, over and over until his teeth are shattered, leaking out of his mouth on a flow of thick blood. His friends, you notice, are silent.

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>43578528
wreck. his. shit.

>>43578824
Attagirl.

>>43578824

Everyone, everything is silent, in fact. The only noise at all is the rhythmic thump of you beating him until his face is swollen and bloody. Then, and only when one of his horns has actually broke off in your hand, does he mumble something approaching a surrender.

“Aight, aight,” he gasps, “I'll talk. You were askin' about humans, right? Two of 'em?”

Two of them, exactly right – that's one more than the number of horns he has, and two more than the number of fangs. Perhaps he can tell you something about them?

“Sold 'em both,” he groans, “Don't know who bought 'em though. Boss would know, but he's at the house itself. You'll need to ask him.”

Wonderful, you remark cheerfully, now that leaves you to deal with him. Still grinning, you reverse your grip on the sword and point the blade at his face. Perhaps he can give you an idea of how to manage that?

“Wait!” he pleads, “I'm strong, ain't I? You saw what I did to that tin soldier, so why not take me along? I'll fight on your side! Hell, if the boss finds out what I told you, I'm as good as dead either way – I got nothin' to lose by switchin' sides now!”

>Recruit him
>Kill him now. Send a warning to the rest of them
>Other

>>43578870
>Recruit him

>>43578870
>Recruit him
Oni Fangs Get! Just gotta find Scathach again.

>>43578870
>>Recruit him
Yeah, we Orc Warlord quest now! Beat em until their mindbroken

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>tfw when I want to call this Oni Broni but i can't because MLP

>>43578887
>>43578919
>>43579077

A memory surfaces from the depth of your mind, some murky recollection from your past life. You had a guy like this on your team once – just not for very long. You got sick of his constant boasting and bragging, along with him spending more time flexing his muscles than fighting. You found a use for him, eventually – giving him to that witch. At least then, when he was turned into a brutal metal collar, he was useful.

Certainly, you tell him magnanimously, you'll take him under your wing. You're sure he'll be... very helpful.

“Good, great!” the Oni yelps, his eyes wavering as they remain focussed on the sword still pointed towards his face, “You gonna take that needle outta my damn face now?”

“C'mon Petra, let him go,” Elliot tells you gently, “I think you've hurt him quite enough for one day. I read somewhere that people stop feeling the punches after the first hour or so. And, ah, I know a thing or two about punitive beatings.”

You let out a long sigh before agreeing with him, sending your newest recruit into storage along with the slowly recovering Dullahan. Then you turn to glare at the other three Oni, all of them currently busy shuffling their feet and refusing to meet your gaze. Maybe that has something to do with the blood covering your hands and arms, or the chunk of broken horn clutched in your fist. Chuckling softly, you call over to Elliot.

“Ah, yes?” the young man asks, his voice cautious. For some reason, he doesn't seem to feel very safe around you. As he turns to you, you lift the horn and hold it against your forehead.

Hey Elliot, you laugh, you're a demon as well!

“That's...” Elliot grimaces as a bead of cooling blood trickles down your face, “That's really fantastic. So, uh, how do you think Mia is doing?”

>Choose a character
>Mia
>Petra

>>43579159
>Mia

>>43579159
>>Petra
Lets stick with this for a bit

>>43579159
>Mia

>>43579159
>>Mia

>>43579185
And ruin Elliot's perfect segue? I couldn't do that to him.

>>43579159
>Mia

I mean, I don't think there's samefagging going on, but where the fuck are you guys for the rest of the votes?

>>43579264
People filter in and out anon. We had 5 votes for 'Taking this outside' too.

>>43579264
As much as I love this quest, I don't think it has that many followers.

>>43579445
No, it does. I was wrong. 5 voters makes more sense now that I'm checking the thread. I'm just a little salty because the rest of the voters are wrong.

>not sticking with the QM's best girl

>>43579488
Got to spread the love man.

>>43579503
Mia gets all the love every thread anyway. If we're gonna switch, lets switch to Joseph and play out awkward conversations with God

>>43579178
>>43579191
>>43579242
>>43579244

“Petra?” Cassandra smiles, “I'm sure she's doing fine. I'm more worried about Elliot. Actually, I'm more worried about the rest of the world – she's... she's just that kind of person. Well, for the time I spent with her. Maybe she's kept a cooler head this time around?”

A cooler head? You try to imagine Petra as a calm and placid person. It just doesn't work. If anything, the mental imagine is so amusing that you can't stop a giggle from slipping out. Cassandra, hesitating for a moment, joins in with your laughter.

“I know, I know,” she shakes her head, “She's fine really. Her heart is in the right place, at least. Shall we get a move on, then?”

That's probably for the best. You both walk on in a comfortable silence, occasionally swapping jokes about what you imagine Petra is doing to some poor unfortunate. By the time the buildings around you start to thin out, growing older and more rustic, Cassandra has guessed that Petra fed someone their own teeth, while you suggested breaking their arms and legs. Before your little guessing game can reach the point of true absurdity – or turns into some kind of Aristocrats joke – you spot an old dilapidated mansion off in the distance. Signal fires burn around it, while shambling figures mark out crude patrols.

“That must be it,” Cassandra murmurs as she looks down upon the auction house, “It's guarded pretty heavily. We might have to fight our way in. I mean, unless one of those guards down there hands us a monogrammed invitation...”

Wait, you tell her as you notice something. A group of guards, splitting off from their “patrol” and wandering off towards a shed. It's hard to tell from this distance, but their uneven, swaying walk gives them the impression of a pack of drunks. For a few moments, at least, their defences have a hole in them.

>Make a move now, before the hole closes
>Call Petra and fight your way through
>Other

>>43579526
>"So uh...sorry about shooting your dad..."

>>43579531
>>Make a move now, before the hole closes

>>43579533
>"T-that poison stuff was just a joke! Honestly!"

>>43579531
>Make a move now, before the hole closes

>>43579531
>>Make a move now, before the hole closes

This is a sneaking mission, Mia.

>>43579531
>Make a move now, before the hole closes
Eh maybe subtlety is better in this case.

>>43579599
>>43579625
>>43579640
>>43579647

This snow is pretty thick – you could probably get in and out without ever raising the alarm. Just slip in, free any prisoners you might find and run back out. Sure, they might see you when you're making your exit, but it doesn't matter at that point, does it?

“I like how you think,” Cassandra tells you, “If we can avoid any needless bloodshed, we should make that our priority. I mean, sparing their lives isn't the issue – they're slavers, they deserve everything they've got coming to them – but there's no sense in seeking out extra risks.”

That's great and all, you tell her as you scrabble to your feet and prepare to slide down the hill you were crouched upon, but you don't have long. The longer you waste here...

“Right!” Cassandra nods sharply and joins you, her coat flapping out like a pair of white wings as she skids down the slippery slope. She'll be hidden quite nicely, especially with her pale hair. This is compared with your own dark complexion and equally dark clothes. Well... no point in worrying about that now. As if by luck, the swirling drifts of snow grow thicker around you as you reach the ground, blotting out nearly all detail on the horizon save for the dim lights of signal fires and lanterns. With their dangling lights, it's all too easy to avoid the wandering patrols.

You are nearly at the mansion when Cassandra grabs you and pushes you to the ground, flapping her loose coat out and pulling it over you. Her hand presses over your mouth to keep you silent, holding back your yelp of surprise, as you both huddle there for a moment. You scan the horizon for a moment before you spot it, a crooked silhouette shambling in front of you. Their lantern is dark, dead, and they move blindly through the snow. You'd been too busy watching your feet, to make sure you didn't fall. If you'd bumped right into him...

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>>43579882
>You are nearly at the mansion when Cassandra grabs you and pushes you to the ground, flapping her loose coat out and pulling it over you. Her hand presses over your mouth to keep you silent, holding back your yelp of surprise,

CASSANDRA, NO!

>>43579882

You lie in the snow, cold water slowly seeping into your coat, for a moment longer as the figure wanders past, his walk jerky and poorly coordinated. When he has vanished into the gloom, you wriggle out from under Cassandra and crawl forwards for a few more feet before finally rising into a low crouch. Ahead of you, looming large like an edifice, the mansion offers a tantalizing prospect of warmth and shelter.

It's such a tempting offer that you can't resist rising fully to your feet and surging forwards, hurrying towards the door ahead of you. It stands ajar, hanging loose on a broken hinge, and creaks awfully when you push it open. Wincing against the noise – hopefully the howling wind will cover it up – you take a few tentative steps into the mansion. It's dark here, with none of the warmth you were hoping for. Even so, being out of that wind...

“Mia,” Cassandra hisses when she catches up with you, “Reckless!”

Yeah yeah, you nod, smiling despite the gentle scolding. It's quite exciting, all this sneaking about stuff. You could get a taste for it. Then, shaking the pleasant delusions from your mind, you return to business. Summoning Hua Po, you ask the little fairy if she remembers anything about the mansion.

“Um...” the red-skinned girl, scratches her head, “The prisoners were kept in the basement, mostly, but the boss – I never saw them, not once – has their room at the top of the house. That's what I heard, at least.”

“The basement then?” Cassandra suggests, “We get them and run...”

Maybe. You frown hard as you think equally hard. If they're not in the basement, you might not be so lucky on the way back up. On the other hand, if the boss is upstairs, the fight would draw a lot of attention...

>Check the basement
>Check upstairs
>Split up. That's a good idea, right?

>>43580057
>Check the basement

>>43580057
>Check the basement
Better to first see if we even need to beat up the boss.

We probably have to.

>>43580057
>Check the basement

>>43580057
>Check the basement
trust the fairy, she hasn't betrayed us yet!

>>43580057
>Check the basement

We hit the basement.

Team Petra/Elliot hit the top

>>43580159
>>43580150
>>43580148
>>43580146
>>43580078

You came here to rescue some prisoners, not beat up some jumped up people smuggler. The basement, you tell Cassandra, agreeing with her. If you're quick, you might be able to rescue everyone and get out before those awful, work-shy guards have finished slacking off. Honestly, what is it with guards and doing a poor job?

Not that you're complaining, mind you.

You let Hua Po, glowing with a faint warmth, guide you as you find the creaky staircase and descend down to the basement. The door is heavy, the kind of metal slab that would be perfect for keeping even strong, inhuman prisoners from breaking out, but it grinds open when you and Cassandra tug on it. Unlocked. That's... strange. It's only when you take a few paces into the basement that you realise why the door was unlocked. Row after row of cages line the walls – not even cells, but animal cages. If Marco is in one of them, he'd be forced to lie on his hands and knees just to fit. A small cruelty, but one that ignites a hot coal of anger in your breast.

The makeshift prison is quiet – not quite silent though – as you creep down the row of cages, shining the light from your phone in each one. Empty, they're all bloody empty!

“This is where they keep them, that's what they said!” Hua Po insists, “I overheard two of those awful coneheads gloating about it!”

“Of course you did!” a shrill voice shrieks, “They said exactly what I told them to say, and they let you escape just as I ordered them to!” The barrage of maniacal laughter that follows this is suddenly muffled by the harsh sound of metal grating against metal as the door swings shut, a heavy lock falling into place. “And you took the bait perfectly! Just wait until he learns that I've caught Titania's favourite... Wait a minute, you're not fairies!”

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>>43580320

Of course you're not fairies, you shout back, just who was she expecting?

“I thought that haughty bitch would have sent her best warriors,” the voice from the other side of the door tells you, a little stuffily, “Not some two-bit human mercenaries. Oh, what terrible luck...”

Uh, so if you're not who she's looking for, maybe she could...

“Of course not!” your captor snaps, before you can even finish your question, “What, you think I'm going to go easily on you and let you go, just because you're not the top prize? Delusional fools! I don't care who you are, I'll sell you like the second hand pieces of trash that you are – just wait until I sent out those invitations!”

Then, cackling like a lunatic, the demon slinks off, leaving you and Cassandra in the quiet prison. Nobody says anything for a long time, before Cassandra opens her mouth. “They played us,” she mutters, glancing across at Hua Po, who yelps and hides her face behind her hands, “They played us like a-”

Focus, you tell her, on getting out of here. That's the first step, isn't it? With that in mind, you take your phone out and try to call Elliot. Nothing – just a faint roar of static. Either the weather, or this world itself, is blocking communications.

“We've just got to wait,” Cassandra sighs, “And hope that Petra found the same lead we did. At least she can't fall into this same trap.”

That's true, you admit, as you settle down and begin to wait. This could take some time.

>I'll draw this to a close there. Next thread on Friday, and I'll stick around for a while in case of any questions!

>>43580428
Welp.

Thanks for the run boss.

How's Joseph and Amelia's chat going?

>>43580496

I wouldn't call it a radical success, but certain wounds are beginning to close. Basically, they've decided that they're even now. Clean slate

>>43580558
>Basically, they've decided that they're even now. Clean slate
Thats probably as good as we are going to get for awhile.

So is Petra going to start giving Dullahan lessons?

>>43580622
>So is Petra going to start giving Dullahan lessons?

She'll stick Dullahan in a room with a copy of Dark Souls, and the demon isn't allowed out until she's beaten the game!

And, in case anyone was wondering, we'll start next thread with Petra and Elliot. I think running a whole thread of two girls in a prison is a little indulgent, even by my standards!

>>43580665
>She'll stick Dullahan in a room with a copy of Dark Souls, and the demon isn't allowed out until she's beaten the game!
The next time we see Dullahan, dodgerolls everywhere.

>>43580665
Make her use the PC controls. If she beats it with that crap she'll be a god at combat.

>>43580719
And fishing for backstabs, can't forget that

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The hair isn't quite right but this is always how I imagined Petra looking. Pretty buff

>>43581128
Seems about right. Eyepatch and everything.

>>43581128
>>43581205

That IS pretty close to how I pictured her as well, actually.

>>43581128
>Petra is a redheaded Valmet
>bueno.jpg

>>43581424
Similar err 'attraction' to their female boss/friend too.

>>43581495
This is making me more interested in Jormungand.

>>43578824
>Petra's demon fights
>Doesn't do too well
>Petra goes 'Fuck it' and does it herself.
>Kicks ass

If thats not a sign, I don't know what is.

>>43581825
Check it out. Its a fun a little ride. Nothing speculator though.