Mr Johnson snaps his fingers at me, dragging me up out of the pit. Up on the surface, the farmer who’d rung the bell back home splits off to talk with Mr Johnson, Marmalade rubbing herself against my leg for a moment, before following after him.

With just the blood draining to wait on, a woman grabs my arm, the same woman who’s boy I’d rescued, “Thank you boy.” She squeezes my arm softly, “Don’t know what I’d do if I lost both of them in the same day. You’re a hero.”

>I’m just here for the pay, really.
>Thank you, appreciate it.
>At least someone appreciates spook work.
>Write in

>>44217568
>At least someone appreciates spook work.

>>44217568
>Don't worry about it, just glad I could help.

>>44217568
>At least someone appreciates spook work.

>>44217568
>Thank you, appreciate it.

>>44217568
>Thank you, appreciate it.

>>44217568
>Thank you, appreciate it.

I nod, hoping my expression looks understanding. “Don’t worry about it, I’m just glad to help. But thank you anyway, I appreciate it.”

She nods, before pulling back to the relative safety of the farmhouse, leaving us to work.

A light wind gusts across the paddock, blowing the usual farm stink away, and the sun peeks it’s head out from behind the clouds. It’s an abnormally nice day for this time of year… feels weird to be fighting a murderous monster in conditions like these. At least the direct sunlight may weaken the creature.

After a few more minutes, the stone is rigged up via crank over the pit; four chains suspending the corners, to keep it even. After another twenty minutes or so, a covered bucket is brought forth, the slaughtered sheep’s blood filling it nearly to brim.

The bucket is lowered with a hook, placed at the bottom of the pit and the cloth is whipped off, the smell blossoming out, as a loud feral noise is heard from the hill.

“It’s caught the scent.” Mr Johnson mutters, as Marmalade’s ears swivel, pointing directly towards the hill. “The cat will meow when our boggart starts moving. Everyone get ready.”

We hardly needed Marmalade’s warning. A huge depression bears across the field, kicking up dirt and grass, as the boggart rushes forwards. “Any second now…” The spook growls.

Then a terrifying noise breaks the silence. One of the chains snaps, the steel striking the mason across the face and lashing at his eye.

Mr Johnson whips around at the noise, before diving forwards to help keep the stone steady, struggling under it’s weight. Through gritter teeth, Mr Johnson growls out at the mason and I. “Need help here.” He spits through gritted teeth, as the boggart barrels towards us across the field

>Go for the crank, the mason can help lift it
>Help lift the stone, mason’s injured.

>>44218203
>Help lift the stone, mason’s injured.

>>44218203
>Help lift the stone, mason’s injured.

>>44218203
>Help lift the stone, mason’s injured.

>>44218203
>Help lift the stone, the mason's injured

Ha! Ha! Time for Bunny Waifu Simulator!

roll me 2d20s on that LIFT

Rolled 20, 8 = 28 (2d20)

>>44218704

Rolled 20, 9 = 29 (2d20)

>>44218704

Rolled 18, 12 = 30 (2d20)

>>44218704
Lifting time!

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Rolled 17, 15 = 32 (2d20)

>>44218704

Rolled 17, 9 = 26 (2d20)

>>44218704

>>44218722
>>44218735
We lift the stone, and trow it at the boggart and smash his face in?

>>44218722
>>44218735
>20
Leon, world's most powerful nerd.

>>44218722
>>44218735
>>44218748
>>44218749
>>44218761
>Those first dice rolls
Damn. That's impressive.

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>>44218722
>>44218735

>>44218722
>>44218735
So, uh, though it will cost us our hair, should we start doing 100 sit-ups, 100 push-up, 100 squats, and running 10 kilometers a day?

>>44218793
Do we unlock earth bending/setting equivalent?

>>44218830
Saitama Leon is a go.
Boggarts, beware.

I leap forward, grabbing under the lip of the stone and heave upwards with strength i didn’t know i had, feeling my muscles flex and expand under the strain, the fibres in MY arms stretching and tearing slightly, as my biceps literally expand.

Even as Mr Johnson struggles with it, I ease the stone up to level and manage to keep it steady, as the mason stumbles around to the crank.

The stone jumps to the left, jarring my master loose, knocked aside by the boggart passing, as it enters the pit before I right it, nodding to the mason, who quickly rotates the crank, lowering the stone.

I squat low with it, careful to keep the stone perfectly level before at the last second, slipping my fingers free.

The stone lowers flat, sealing tight. A terrible noise escapes the pit somewhere between a pig’s squeal and a bull’s roar. The boggart thrashing about in it’s new prison, as a wave of… sudden exhaustion comes over me.

My body feels small again, as I hit the dirt, everything going dark for a moment.

I awaken with a jolt, opening my eyes to find my blackness, along with a wet sensation on my face. Not good.

I blindly grope around at my face, only to lift a damp cloth off my eyes, blinking in the sudden light.

I’m back in my bed at the spook’s house… and my arms hurt just to move. I drop the cloth to the side, grunting in pain and look around, finding Kara dozing in a chair by my bedside, a book in her lap.

>Wake her up, ask her about (Write in)
>Slip out, got to ask the spook what happened
>Sleep off this pain first
>Other

>>44219214
>Sleep off this pain first

>>44219214
>Sleep off this pain first

>>44219214
>Wake her up, ask her about
How long was I out?

>>44219214
>Sleep off this pain first
also grab a drink, if thirsty.

>>44219214
>slip out, go ask the spook what happened

No need to wake her.

Too weak to get up at the moment, I curl over on my side and let sleep take me again.

After a dreamless blackness, I wake again, this time a unknown man is lifting my arm and checking my pulse, nodding to himself, with Mr Johnson standing behind him.

“Oh, he’s awake.” The stranger comments. “Other than some soreness and fatigue, the boy’s in fine physical condition, now that his fever is broken. Now if you don’t mind, I’ll be on my way.”

My master shows him out, before arriving back a few minutes later, clicking his teeth together and staring down at me. “You did well boy.” He finally tells me. “The boggart was sealed with as minimal loss of life as possible. As long as no one tampers with it, the beast is stuck there for all eternity.”

I nod, rubbing my arms, thankful for the reduced pain in my arms now. “How long was I out?” I croak, before getting handed some water.

“Better part of a week.” I’m informed, his words clipped.

>How did I lift that thing by myself?
>Anything happen while I was out?
>So was the pay worked out?
>Write in

>>44219666
>How did I lift that thong by myself?

>>44219666
>Anything happen while I was out?
and then
>How did I lift that thing by myself?

>>44219666
>>How did I lift that thing by myself?
>>Anything happen while I was out?
>>So was the pay worked out?
ask all the things!

>>44219666
>Anything happen while I was out?

>>44219702
Seconded.

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>>44219687
>thong

>>44219735
Hey man the keys are right next to eachother. Kek.

>>44219666
>How did I lift that thing by myself?

>>44219687
heh. We should totally accidentally say the wrong word.

>>44219933
Seconded.

>>44219933
Let's not.

>>44219687
kinky.

>>44219933
It sounds really dumb, so let's not.
It's not funny, it's just awkward.

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>>44220077
Says you, and your mature sense of humor.
I think its funny.

>>44220154
Your jokes fall flat, and they get just one or two laughs while everyone else is cringing at just how socially inept you are.
Can't you come up with any good material?
Are you getting them from one of those joke compilation books?

Chuckles we need you.

Considering the time period of the setting, the thong joke would fall flat anyway, since that's a more recent meaning.

He'd just think you were talking about a leather strap or fastening most likely.

“I’ve got to ask Mr Johnson… Just how did I lift that thing by myself?”

He frowns, chewing the inside of his cheek. “I’d much rather have kept this information for a lot later into your training.” He sighs. “For now, let’s just say that sixth sons of sixth sons have more inherant abilities than I’ve fully informed you of. Much like the one you just used.”

“But what was-” I start, only to be cut off.

“Leon.” He says my name firmly, his eyes cold as he looks me in the eye. “You’re not ready to be wielding that kind of power yet. You’re only a few weeks into training. If and when I deem you mature enough to know about this, you will know.”

I chew the inside of my cheek a moment, before nodding along. “Yes sir.”

He relents, offering a rare smile. “There. That’s step one. The path to maturity involves knowing when to accept your losses.”

I massage my arm a little, before turning back to him, “Has… anything else interesting happened while I was out?”

He shrugs, “I sorted our payment for the boggart. We’ll receive a portion of meat and crops free of charge through this winter to call ourselves even for the job. Other than that, the girl is holing herself up in her room tonight, full moon is on us after all. Though I’m sure she’ll come out once she hears you moving about. Oh, and an accusatory girl from town tried to convince me that the girl her current boyfriend was seeing behind her back was a witch. Utter waste of time, of course.”

He steps away to the door as I roll to sit up. “If you’re getting up, take a bath boy. You smell like you haven’t been cleaned in a week.”

Was that a joke?

He disappears out the door, leaving me to pull my shirt back on, rub the sleep from my eyes and push myself to my feet.

>Check in on Kara first
>Bath time
>Attempt that strength enhancing… thing again.
>Write in

>>44220378
>Bath time
Considering that Kara's transformation probably sharpens her sense of smell, we probably should do that first.

>>44220378
>Check in on Kara first

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>>44220378
>Bath time

>>44220218
Bad jokes are often funner than funny ones.
Toilet humor is really funny in small doses. The thing that kills it is overexposure, and people pointing it out.
If you say butt's and keep going like nothing happened, it's funny. Same for screaming BUTTS!

I feel kinda sorry for you, that randomly screaming/saying things does not bring you the same happiness it does to me. It's not every ones cup of tea, and when overdone it's annoying as fuck.

I just like this unappreciated art form.

>>44220378
>Bath time
We haven't been cleaned in a week, we smell like shit, and Kara's sense of smell is more sensitive than ours.
Not to mention we probably offend Marmalade and her sense of smell from simply being in the same house as her.

>>44220378
>Bath time

I sniff myself a little, he’s right, I am… on the ripe side.

By the time i check the bathroom, the water has already been heated, courtesy of my master no doubt.

I clamer in, rinsing myself off, I manage to scrub most of the stink out of me, along with a surprising amount of dirt and rock dust that’s under my fingernails.

A few minutes in, Marmalade leaps up onto the windowsill, staring at me with her head tilted, before jumping down into the room, brushing herself up against the side of the tub. I take that’s supposed to mean ‘glad you’re better’ and lean down to scratch between her ears, before she leaps back out of the room.

That cat’s weird.

Pulling the plug, I redress, and stop by the kitchen on orders from my growling stomach, piling my plate with lamb jerky and cheese, I eat my fill, taking the chance to catch up on some reading I’d left unfinished last week as well, this time on the much less malevolent Hall-knocker boggarts.

With my reading done, I set my plate and food aside, stretching my arms some as the pain fades, staring out the window at the slowly setting sun.

>Fitness training in the yard before the sun sets
>Check on Kara’s garden
>Check on Kara herself
>Write in

>>44221000
>Fitness training in the yard before the sun sets

>>44221000
>Check on Kara’s garden
I want to see how that's working out.

>>44221000
>Check on Kara herself

>>44221000
>Check on Kara herself

>>44221000
>Fitness training in the yard before the sun sets

>>44221000
>Check on Kara herself
We should thank her for watching over us while we were down. Best to do it before her transformation period.

I head back upstairs, knocking on Kara’s door, getting a confused “Come in?” In response. Her face lights up as I open the door, and she jumps up from her bed. “Oh, Leon, you’re up.”

“Mostly.” I grimace, still rolling a kink out of my shoulder. “I took a bath too, just so I didn’t overpower your nose or anything.” I offer her a half grin as she walks over to me, giving me a brief squeeze around the waist.

“And you’re not feeling hot? Or cold? Or woozy?” She asks, grabbing my hand and turning it over in hers. “No blurriness in your vision? Or numbness in your extremeties? Or-?”

I cut her off, “Kara, I’m fine. Just a little sore. I just wanted to thank you for watching over me while I was out.”

She nods, grabbing a book off her bed, “I was reading this. I got it from the doctor the spook hired. It teaches some basic medical knowledge.” Explains the run down she was giving me.

I lay a reassuring hand on her shoulder, “I’m fine, but thank you, again.” I glance over at the tightly drawn curtains, “You all set for tonight?”

She nods, ears curling forwards at the end, “I was just about to tie them together. Mr Johnson gave me some binding to keep them better attached to the wall.” She fidgets her hands nervously. “With you sleeping like a rock… I didn’t feel up to asking him about transforming outside, so I’ll just stay inside tonight, and be… you know, normal.”

>Sounds smart for tonight
>Let’s ask him now then
>Don’t be ashamed of it.
>Write in

>>44221466
>Let’s ask him now then

>>44221466
>Let's ask him now then.
>don't be ashamed of it.

>>44221466
>Let’s ask him now then

>>44221466
>Let’s ask him now then
>Don’t be ashamed of it.
It's part of who you are and where you're from.

“Well, I’m awake now, why don’t we go ask him right now?”

She scuffs her foot on the floor, grimacing. “And… what if he says no?”

I take a moment to think about it. “Well, we can figure that out if it comes to it, alright? Either way, it’s nothing you should be ashamed of. For you, that is completely normal, right?”

She chews her bottom lip hesitantly, but follows me, as I knock on the door to the library, finding the spook scribbling hurriedly in a diary. “Mr Johnson?” He grunts in acknowledgement. “Kara and I were talking… and we thought- well she said that it might be best if Kara were to transform tonight, outside of course.”

He looks up from his book, contemplating the pair of us. “And if someone comes near the house? If someone were to see the giant rabbit running around my property?” He asks, eyebrows raised. “People take more kindly to you for your acts of heroism boy, but having a ten foot giant beast on the lawn isn’t going to do much to dispel the rumor that we summon monsters in the night, now is it?”

Kara stamps a foot, “I’m not a monster! I’m fully conscious of what I’m doing when i’m transformed!”

My master sighs, shutting his book slowly. “And you expect some random cheesemaker who walks up here in the dark to know that? If someone sees you, it’s like as not to bring down an inquisition on the lot of us.”

Kara frowns, her ears dipping low, looking beaten.

>Kara said it’d be bad for her health if she doesn’t transform
>Marmalade can keep people from coming near the house, no one will see her.
>Very well, master
>Write in

>>44221932
>Kara said it’d be bad for her health if she doesn’t transform
>Marmalade can keep people from coming near the house, no one will see her.

>>44221932
>Kara said it’d be bad for her health if she doesn’t transform
>Marmalade can keep people from coming near the house, no one will see her.

>>44221932
>Very well, master
I know I'm in the minority but...

writan, gonna end on this one, since we're losing people anyway

“Kara said it’d be bad for her health if she doesn’t transform often enough.” I point out.

“Well, that’s the theory anyway.” She mutters, until I nudge her to be quiet.

“Besides, Marmalade can stop anyone from coming near the house, can’t she?” I persist.

The spook rolls his eyes, “Very well. But stay on the western side of the house, away from the gardens, and the path approaching the house. Anyone sneaking through the woods towards us will have more on their minds then seeing a giant rabbit in the yard.”

“Thank you sir!” Kara chirps, leaning around the tale and trying to hug Mr Johnson, but her places a hand over her face, keeping her at arm’s length. “That won’t be necessary. Go make your preparations.”

She nods, hurrying out of the room, and he points a finger to me. “And you!” He trails off, looking for something to criticise. “Make sure you’re back to your lessons tomorrow. I want three pages of your notes on boggarts in three days.”

“Yes sir. Thank you, again.”

He grumbles and waves me towards the door. “And don’t go watching the girl. My understanding is she’s naked when she transforms. Don’t want that getting in your head.”

Nope. Certainly do not want that. No sir. That would be terrible.

I meet Kara in the kitchen, as she finishes off a whole carrot in three bites for a ‘snack’, explain the situation to Marmalade, who’s currently busy curling up by the fire after her dinner, and make my way up to bed.

I hear the latch on the kitchen door open and footsteps below my window, as Kara heads out into the yard, while I start my notes.

And I certainly do not take a look out the window before ducking back to my desk, that’s for sure.

The moon shifts from behind a cloud and light streams down, and soon enough, I can hear heavy footsteps, and that same “NNNNNn” noise Kara made.

A loud thump on my wall sounds out, and I look over to see her head, resting outside my window, giant nose twitching. Seems she’s resting against the outside of the house to peek in at me.

I move to the window and look down, the same giant form spreading out below, looking much larger now she isn’t trapped inside. With a twitch of her ears, she leans in and with a dainty flick of her tongue, licks my face, before she drops down and bounds off into the woods on the edge of the gardens.

I blow my candle out and climb into bed after that… strange way to wake up from a minor coma.

>End of Spook Quest 7

>>44222429
thanks for running

>>44222429
Thanks for the run chuckles.